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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 3 years

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pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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bohica160 · 3 years

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Werewolf Chris's first rut with you (pt 1)

(Sorry I haven't posted much this week, too many new cases at work >< also trying to play all the REs.....😅 also the reason why I'm breaking this up into 2 parts. 🥺

I did write this as fem reader and nb reader. The nb version is below the 'read more'. Also do you guys like the fem and gn versions?)

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗMinors gtfo. This isn't for youᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Warnings: werewolf/hybrid, lemons/smut soon

The first time Chris had a rut you were away for work. All 10 days of his rut was absolute hell for him. At first, he didn’t know what was wrong with him. He was absolutely uncomfortable in any sort of piece of clothing, he was hot, and his temper was a bit short. Not to mention he was constantly fucking his fist every few hours like a teenager. He was grateful you weren’t around because he was also taking all your clothes, especially your panties. He made a nest of your clothes on the bed, mainly to surround himself with your scent but also for another use. He felt like he was stuck in a fever dream.

He was able to pull himself together on the last day to clean up the place. When you returned home, you noticed some of your clothes were missing. Assuming you put them somewhere else in the closet, you didn’t think much of it. You also noticed your boyfriend acting a bit strange. Being a tad more protective, agitated, even territorial. When he came by to pick you up from work for lunch, you were outside talking to another coworker. Chris walked up to the two of you, putting his arm around your waist as he puffed out his chest.

The second time his rut hit him, you were thankfully out of town for work again. This time though seemed worse than the first time. Day two of you being gone, he woke covered in sweat, looking for anything and everything that smelt like you. He emptied out the closet of your clothes and unceremoniously put them on the bed. He was blasting the air conditioner, even though it was the middle of spring. He laid on the bed chest heaving and panting, skin clammy with sweat, cock fully erect begging for any sort of relief. His hands weren’t doing it for him. He needed your soft lips wrapped around his cock, the tight walls of your pussy milking him for everything he has to offer.

A few days pass, a taxi drops you off outside the door to your shared house. Grabbing your bags you made your way inside. You kicked off your shoes and placed your bags down, "Baby I got home ear-". You turned around to find your home a complete mess. The cabinets were open and there was food on the floor. The cushions in the living room were thrown around. Some had gashes in them. Looked like a wild animal ran amuck through the whole house. "Chris?", you tried to listen for any response but were met with silence.

You checked all the rooms for your beefy boyfriend, but still no luck. Until you heard heavy breathing and grunting coming from your shared bedroom. Letting your anxiety get the best of you opened the door, not even thinking about knocking. There you saw Chris stark naked laying on the bed, cock erected and throbbing. The tip was red, cum running down his length. His thighs were covered in his seed. The pillows and blankets were thrown everywhere, empty water bottles littered the whole room, your clothes were everywhere. He didn't seem to notice your presence.

Not so much worried about the state of the house, you slowly walked over to the side of the bed, "Chris sweetie?" You called out, noting the pain look on his face. You reached out to move some of his hair from his sweaty forehead. His eyes fluttered open your name on his lips. "Hey, what's wrong?" you asked with a worried tone combing your fingers through his damp hair. His chest was heaving rapidly, his cock twitching every time you smoothed your hand through his damp hair.

"What can I do for you?" You searched his face for an answer before you saw something flash in his eyes. He sat up and wrapped his large hands around your wrists, and pulled you onto the bed. The next thing you knew, your back was pressed into the mattress and both wrists pinned next to your head. "Jesus Chris!", you yelped, struggling against him. He brought his head down to your neck, rubbing his nose into it, taking in your scent. He let out a low growl before digging his canines into the delicate skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "C-chris!" you stammered, feeling him buck his pelvis into you. "My... mate….." he grunted, tracing his tongue over your pulse.

"C-chris! So help me g-", you blurted out before he smashed his lips upon yours. Darting his tongue between your lips massaging against yours. He hungrily swallows your moans, continuing to grind his heated shaft against you. Your mind grew fuzzy as his lips melded into yours until you heard the sound of clothing being torn. Your buds harden from the cool air hitting your skin, goosebumps litter your body. One of his large hands came up to squeeze your breast, his nails lightly digging into the flesh. Twisting the bud between his fingers, pulling such a sweet mewl from you. He released your swollen lips, trailing open wet kisses down your jaw, between the valley of your breasts, before latching around the other pebbled flesh. A soft gasp left your lips as you felt his teeth close around the bud. You looked down at him to see him already looking up with you, hunger present in his eyes along with something else. Your heart skipped, feeling a tingle between your legs. You quickly looked away, the heat rushing to your cheeks, suddenly feeling shy in front of the man you’ve been with for years.

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The first time Chris had a rut you were away for work. All 10 days of his rut was absolute hell for him. At first he didn’t know what was wrong with him. He was absolutely uncomfortable in any sort of piece of clothing, he was hot, and his temper was a bit short. Not to mention he was constantly fucking his fist every few hours like a teenager. He was grateful you weren’t around because he was also taking all your clothes, especially your underwear. The made a nest of your clothes on the bed, mainly to surround himself in your scent but also for another use. He felt like he was stuck in a fever dream.

When you returned home, you noticed some of your clothes were missing. Assuming you put them somewhere else in the closet, you didn’t think much of it. You also noticed your boyfriend acting a bit strange. Being a tad more protective, agitated, even territorial. When he came by to pick you up from work for lunch, you were outside talking to another coworker. Chris walked up to the two of you, putting his arm around your waist as he puffed out his chest.

You checked all the rooms for your beefy boyfriend, but still no luck. Until you heard heavy breathing and grunting coming from your shared bedroom. Letting your anxiety get the best of you opened the door, not even thinking about knocking. There you saw Chris stark naked laying on the bed, cock erected and throbbing. The tip was red, cum running down his length. His thighs were covered in his seed. The pillows and blankets were thrown everywhere, empty water bottles littered the whole room, your clothes everywhere. He didn't seem to notice your presence.

Not so much worried about the state of the house, you slowly walked over to the side of the bed, "Chris sweetie?" You called out, noting the pain look on his face. You reached out to move some of his hair from his sweaty forehead. His eyes fluttered open your name on his lips. "Hey, what's wrong?," you asked with a worried tone combing your fingers through his damp hair. His chest was heaving rapidly, his cock twitching every time you smoothed your hand through his damp hair.

"C-chris! So help me g-", you blurted out before he smashed his lips upon yours. Darting his tongue between your lips massaging against yours. He hungrily swallows your moans, continuing to grind his heated shaft against you. So lost in the kiss, you missed how his hands quickly unbuttoned your clothing. Trailing wet open kisses down your sternum, before latching around the other pebbled flesh. A soft gasp let your lips as you felt his teeth close around the bud. You looked down at him to see him already looking up with you, hunger present in his eyes along with something else. Your heart skipped, feeling a tingle between your legs. You quickly looked away, the heat rushing to your cheeks, suddenly feeling shy in front of the man you’ve been with for years.

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soobadnoonecanstopher · 3 years

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Touch it for Real, Part 2

Genre: Humor / Fluff / Eventual Smut

Warnings: OMG they were roommates / slice of life / slow burn / mutual pining / crude humor / cursing / virgin!baek / enemies to lovers

Characters: Baekhyun X You/Female Reader

Description: You teach Baekhyun how to date. (Basically the Get You Alone M/V)

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

What you didn't know — what you couldn’t have known was that it wasn’t real. The flush you felt in your skin was real. The sticky sweat that spread over your bed sheets when you tossed and turned was real. The heat of it; the perceptible and tactile fire that spread through your veins felt so physical and solid, you had no way of knowing that this wasn’t real.

Slim fingers.

Fleshy thighs.

Hip bones beneath well worn denim.

Buttons popping with the barest of effort.

And the lips. Oh God, the softness of those lips as they traveled over your very hot skin. You could feel it all.

You never saw his face; you hadn’t needed to. You could smell him everywhere. You knew who this was. You’d know him with your eyes blinded; you’d know him anywhere.

At first you turned away. At first you resisted, but as the fire spread through you, you found yourself turning into him, searching for him, seeking out that connection to fuel the heat.

Why was this happening? Why did you rejoice in it? The longing and the desire had simply become too much for you to deny and now you were the one pulling him into you. You were the one who wrapped your legs around that slim waist and constricted and those sounds from his chest they were...they were…

Those sounds from his mouth, they were—

Screaming.

Laughing.

‘AH HA HA HA AH — YES!’ Rough staccato laughter; so, so loud — so damn loud, it ripped and it tore at your mind and it yanked you up so roughly; up so fast you felt your entire body shaking if not completely falling apart with the speed at which you were pulled.

You opened your eyes into pitch blackness. Your vision took only a second to adjust and you could make out the sliver of dim light from the street lamp outside that peeked through the very top of your curtains.

On your nightstand, pale yellow squared numbers taunted you with 03:42 AM and covering your entire body where you laid on your once so welcoming bed was your bunched up and sweaty comforter. It was heavy. It was everywhere. You felt suffocated by it. Why was it so hard to breathe?

Your comforter. You purchased it because it was pretty. It fit in perfectly with your room decor and it was pale in color enough that the brightly colored stuffed animals you set atop stood out and complimented the subtle pattern. It made you feel at home.

It used to make you feel at home. Now it was making you feel a very different sort of way. Hot and sweaty and flushed all over and now, very mad about all of it.

You could still feel that shaking deep inside your chest and you laid your palm over your forehead to feel for a fever. You swear you could feel the tremble happening inside, though it was fading now, you were sure you still felt that shaking inside of your body.

It was beginning to settle.

You felt another rumble, paired with a loud booming sound that vibrated and shook your wall. The glass of your window quaked and the pale yellow numbers on your nightstand danced in your vision.

‘HAHAHA! I got you asshole!’

03:44 AM

Speakers. Surround sound. Heavy bass. An impressive system at any other time of the day when the sun was out. But right now? When you had been peacefully asleep; when you had been dreaming? Earth shattering booms. Deafening shouts of victory from the idiot with every new explosion that rattled your bones.

You sat up and the comforter stuck to your sweaty skin. It wasn’t even hot in this room, yet this thing clung to you like it was coated in glue. Nearly four in the fucking morning.

You had to work tomorrow. It was the one day a month when you were required to report to the office in person for the staff meeting. And here you were being ripped awake by such a disturbing commotion and goddammit this blanket was hot.

This … thing.

This thing that brought with it images of him and images of, oh god, images of his fingertips and his lips and his, oh god, oh no. No, please not that. Anything but that. Of all the things that were absolutely off limits. Of all the situations that could never happen. Horror. An overwhelming horror; it tasted of shame.

No, no, no, no.

How could this have happened? How could those images be burning into the backs of your eyes? The more your overtired mind tried to make sense of it, the less sense this made. You looked down at the blanket, searching for answers.

Had something about this blanket been ruined?

Was it’s once comforting and innocent essence somehow completely changed on a molecular level and was it now….tainted forever? Because of him? Because of what he brought into your room and depravedly rubbed all over it?

You pushed it away with both hands reaching you pushed and pushed until it sunk down off the foot of your bed and the cool air blew over your hot bare legs. Even the cool air did little to calm the irritation you felt all over your body. It did nothing to cool you off. Your legs were made of pure fire.

He did this. You were sure of it. He brought this evil on you. And now with his room shaking howling laughter you were wide awake and angry at almost 4 am when you had work in the morning; you had to be worth a damn in the morning.

You were up on angry legs with rage pushing you forward and you reached down for the blanket that you didn't even want in your room anymore for all it represented. You hauled it with both hands and took two steps forward toward your closed bedroom door when your forward progress took a quick and southward dive and you fell, tripped up by the wretched blanket when you stepped on a corner instead of on your soft rug.

You could feel the burn on your kneecaps where you collided with the hard floor. You could feel a sting on your left knee that hit the hardest but burned into the carpet and you grunted through the pain to quickly lift yourself back up and gather every other bit of hanging blanket securely inside your arms.

The trek through the living room at such an ungodly hour when every living breathing cell in your body would have rather been asleep felt absolutely crazed. You reached his door, turned the knob just enough for the latch to disengage and with your entire being hurled that motherfucker open and sent it flying.

Oh and it flew. It hit the wall and bounced back hard, bouncing back quickly against your arms that held on securely to the blanket. The noise was shocking. It was a vindicating battle cry.

The commotion startled him. His hands were on the keyboard and a pair of headphones atop of his head and for WHAT, you could hear every single thing happening on his screen in mind deafening stereo surround sound filling up the whole room. You could hear it clearly from your own room and from inside this room it sounded like you were living inside of the subwoofers themselves.

Your rage was somehow louder and it made him spin toward the motion and sound of you at his doorway with a shriek of surprise. His eyes were saucers and his mouth flew open; an unchewed bite of some pink sausage fell out and bounced off his knee onto the floor below his sock covered feet and he was only screaming for a second before he was cursing.

“Shit. Jesus. Fuck. Ohh my God, Fucking Hell, oh my heart. Oh it hurts. Oh Christ I’m dying.” He was clutching at his chest. His headphones, the useless things slipped off his head and toppled down his shoulder following the sausage chunk and you could see them fall all the way down to the floor. The cord, which had not been plugged in quickly followed and pooled into a puddle at his feet.

“Do you have any idea ... what time it is?” Your voice sounded foreign to your ears. Had you always sounded so burly? You felt like an angry mountain lion ready to go in for the kill.

His eyes were closed up tight and he inhaled a deep breath before cracking them open to look at you through the heavy panicked breaths.

“Ohhh,” he moaned as his breathing calmed and the shock faded with each slow breath he took. “Ohhhhh,” he repeated softer, to himself.

“Ohhh…” this time he was looking at you and his eyebrows furrowed together as he did it. “Oh—whoa, whoa, whoa, you look….super fucking crazy right now. What is happening?”

His hands were up in confusion; in defense, and you were moving forward taking the stupid blanket and roughly shoving it toward him you hurled it right at his face and watched it hit as hard as a soft cottony blanket could manage to hit — it was more of a gentle nudge really, and then it fell down, taking his stupid glasses off his face and burrying them somewhere within the fluff where the blanket fell.

He was too confused to catch it. He had absolutely no idea what he had done to defile and destroy the sacred sanctity of your sleep.

He had no idea.

“What are you doing with this? Why are you doing this? Why are you giving me your blanket? Where are your pants? Is your leg bleeding? Tell me what is happening!”

“You!” You hurled a finger up and pointed it in his face. His eyes widened, crossed to look at the finger that clearly accused him of something just off the end of his nose and then looked back into your face in utter confusion.

“You—“ you inhaled to survive and your mouth hung open as the words, the accusations you had for him, the truth of what he had done to you, what he really hadn’t done, but what you were certain you felt happening in your sleep, in that dream, those words they stopped entirely as you looked at his face. His very real face, the very real pink cheeks and confused eyes of your roommate Byun Baekhyun who had absolutely no idea that you had just been disturbed during and then disturbed by a vivid and confusing sex dream about him.

Oh god.

You couldn’t say that.

You would rather be dead right here than say those words with your own mouth.

This had never happened before. He was a real person, you had never experienced a dream like that involving a real person. Not someone you knew like you knew Baekhyun. Not someone you lived with and had to keep on living with. The more you replayed the words that refused to come out of your mouth inside your head the more your sanity slowly returned to your mind.

“Your headphones are not plugged in.” You shook your finger in his face. Using every bit of anger you had built up on the walk across the living room, every bit of uncomfortable sweaty stinging ick you felt all over your whole body about the whole thing and you shot those death lasers out of your eyeballs and you focused them right on his face, right there in the center of his stupid forehead. That’s where you put it. That’s where you glared and that’s where you wished every little bit of comeuppance that he had coming to him would land. Right there on that head.

“Wha?” He said and his stupid pink lips frowned downward into a pout. Against your will, you watched them as they moved and then quickly focused your pointing anger back up onto the center of his forehead. It took a lot.

He was looking down at his feet and reached through the big fluffy blanket that covered him from the waist down to the floor to find the headphones that had landed somewhere within it all.

He pulled them up and kept pulling, following the cord until he reached the end and he held the male end of his headphones with his fingertips as he looked down at them with a scoff and a small laugh.

“Oh shit,” he chuckled to himself, “huh...would you look at that?” As if absolutely nothing at all mattered in the world and this was just a humorous little hiccup in his day. At 4 am on a work day.

The audacity of the man. The absolute shameless audacity.

“Would you look at that?!?” The volume of your own voice surprised you. You screamed it. Right at the top of your lungs and he jumped in his seat, closed his eyes up tight and clutched at his chest again with a pained wince on that face. Immediately after you’d done it you felt a pang inside. Was your anger really caused by being awoken? What were you really so damn mad about here?

“Jesus Christ,” he whispered to himself when his eyes opened again.

Then he directed them at you with his eyebrows furrowed and that glare right on your face.

“Jesus. Christ. Woman.” he half spoke again with his eyes on you and his face pointing directly at yours with each new word he spoke. You felt unjustly rebuked. The seriousness on his voice closed up your gaping mouth and you pulled your head back. Part of you wanted to grab his hair and pull it, demanding reparations and apologies and justice for his many 4 AM crimes against you.

“I mean...Jesus. Christ.” His head nodded to emphasize just how ridiculous he was now finding your current outburst and you felt the heaviness deep inside your arms as you sagged on your feet and wanted to give up your fight against gravity. Part of you knew you were justified in your outrage. How could you be losing this fight so easily to him? Maybe...maybe you were just tired.

“I’m just...so tired, Baek.” Your complaint came out as a sad little whine and your head fell back as you closed up your eyes. Suddenly feeling like you could drop right here at his feet and sleep curled up in your wretched comforter.

He must have gotten up. You could feel his arms on your shoulders and you were steered somewhere within his room. Your legs didn’t feel like moving but there were some calming circles being rubbed on your back that felt too nice to resist.

“I’ll turn it off, Bug. You can sleep, I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“I was sleeping so nicely.” You mumbled and you were in a bed that didn’t smell like you. “I was dreaming.” All at once the memory and that smell brought back a strange yet familiar feeling.

“Was it a good dream?” His voice sounded far away.

“Mhmm,” you hummed and you let yourself drift. You let yourself curl into the mattress that you were laid over and gave in to an unimaginable comfort that pulled you under too easily.

If he had any more questions you did not know, but something called your sleepy mind back for one more word. Something asked perhaps. You couldn’t be sure what it was, only your single word response slipped from your lips.

“You,” you told the questions, before disappearing entirely.

Your alarm clock was ringing. It was a sufferingly familiar sound that could rip you awake from the deepest sleeps. Today it sounded far away, but that tune was so ingrained into your mind that you immediately opened your eyes and stuck a hand out to look for your phone to stop it.

Only your hand reached and found nothing. You moved further and bumped against something hard like a table that should not have been there.

“Mmm,” a soft moan sounded out from somewhere below and when you finally opened your eyes and searched your ceiling, the layout was definitely different.

This was not your room.

This was not your bed.

“Don't you work today?” You followed the sound of his voice and found it coming from somewhere curled up on the floor beside the bed underneath your comforter. The one you’d abandoned last night. The memories flooded in an instant.

“Yeah. I’m getting up. You can have your bed back, Peanut.”

Peeling back his blankets for a quick escape you saw your own bare shins; knees; thighs; all the way up to your underwear. You’d fallen asleep with only a t-shirt on last night. But there was a new addition. You saw a flesh colored bandage stuck to your knee with a brown-red stain in the center of the gauze pad. You paused to look down at it, a thousand conflicting inclinations running through you in a single breath and not a spare minute to dwell on any of them because your alarm was still ringing and Baekhyun had turned over and peeked his face out from under your blanket.

You could not explain the urgency to leave. You freely loitered near him and around him constantly without even a second thought.

Although you had never done it in such a state of undress. This could have explained the rush. How much would he see of you? How many flaws could he make out with his sleepy eyes. How long had it taken him to apply the bandage last night? Did he use his bare fingertips to softly dab ointment on your wound or did he merely slap on a bandaid with a rough palm. He wouldn't have lightly blown on it to dry the medicine would he?

Something was wrong with you.

These were not important questions for you to be asking. You needed to get out of his room before he saw any more. Perhaps the dream had done much more damage than you had feared.

You could have stepped down off the bed beside where he laid. It would have only required an extra step to get over him. Instead you climbed down to the foot of his bed and without a look back you were out of his room under the compulsion of the ringing alarm and you surrendered willingly.

Back inside your room you could breathe freely and deeply. You could indulge in your routine of getting ready for the day and you took your time to get your hair and your makeup looking nice. It was cold out so you opened for the thick winter leggings to get you through the commute without freezing to death and you were out of your door just in time to stop for a morning coffee.

The day dragged. You were probably just out of practice, having worked from home for so long that having to make an active attempt to look busy enough to justify your paycheck with so many witnesses in the office had you feeling burnt out by lunch time.

You went for a walk to avoid awkward small talk with your co-workers even though it meant you didn't have enough time to actually eat any real food before your break was over. Still it was preferable to the alternative. Namely the meddling old women who, every time they saw you had some new neighbor’s friend’s son, or some doctor’s nephew they just had to set you up with.

So what if you were single. So what if you were too young and too pretty to be alone. There wasn’t some invisible timer counting down to your swift and imminent demise just because you didn't have a boyfriend. You were pretty sure that timer was running for everyone despite the relationship status on their facebook profile. And you did not mention your facebook profile to Baekhyun because he would probably flip out, hack into your computer and delete the whole thing. The dramatic man. How else were you supposed to see what a mess your high school friend’s lives were shaping up to be.

When it was finally time to go home for the day you were more exhausted than you thought was normal for someone still walking around on her own two legs. You were the angry sort of hungry that made you annoyed with every single sound you heard on the subway and not even your headphones in your ears playing your favorite songs eased your anxiety.

You glared at the woman across the aisle with the unruly kids who refused to wear their masks right. You glared at the old man with his nose sticking out of the top of his and you tightened your own mask to your face and took a step back and away from the group of youths that eyed you up and down as they moved through the doors.

You’d never before been so happy to open the door to your apartment and be greeted by the pleasant hum of a refrigerator that you knew had to have at least one tasty thing you could snack on to take the edge off of your mood.

Inside was bright. It was cleaned recently — You’re welcome — It was sparkling and gleaming and well organized and it was full of a multitude of raw ingredients that could be chopped and sliced and diced and cooked up to make a wonderfully healthy and fulfilling meal for whoever had the energy and ambition to embark on such a feat.

You peered inside at the bottles of water in the door. The sticks of butter and the bottles of sauce mocked you. You were pretty sure raw eggs cracked into your open mouth would give you some sort of infection that would require you to leave the house again this month so you opened the drawer where you were sure you saw a cheese stick hiding inside last night.

There it was.

It was white and bouncy. It was salty and individually wrapped and it was calling your name in sweet a cheesy joyous chorus of promised deliciousness.

It was yours.

It’s most amazing feature wasn’t the chewiness or the cold chill it had from sitting for weeks in a refrigerator. No, the best thing, and you mean the absolute very best thing about this single plastic wrapped cheese stick was that it existed.

Exactly when you needed it most.

Feet shuffled behind you. Baekhyun would be waking up from whatever napping schedule he’d accidentally tricked his body clock into adopting and he would be stumbling into the kitchen for a drink of water.

You unwrapped the cheese stick and stuck the end between your lips. Instantly rewarded by the soft way it gave when you bit down. You took the tiniest bite and you chewed carefully and thoughtfully. Perhaps your eyes rolled back and closed and perhaps you might have even experienced something akin to out of body experience of pure pleasure as you chewed, swallowed, and opened your mouth again for another bite. A real one this time.

What you hadn’t anticipated, was the cruelty of the universe that had allowed you to live this many years on Earth only to end up here in this exact moment with this man whose home you also lived in. You hadn’t expected the crushing reality of watching that man sleepily stumble into you with his eyes half closed and open his big mouth as wide as it would go and sink that mouth down directly onto the entire exposed part of your cheese stick, of which maybe 85% had been exposed, and chomp down ruthlessly with nearly the entire thing vanishing away before your eyes.

You watched him chewing noisily with his mouth open and bits of white cheese bumbled around inside before he let out a noisy laugh complete with a snort that sent bits of cheese flying across your once clean kitchen.

“Haha,” he said as he swallowed, “your face.”

He was laughing at you.

He ate your cheese; well, most of your cheese. He was laughing now, harder. The longer you stood staring at him in absolute shock at what he had just done the harder he laughed and you could feel the countdown happening inside of your chest. A number for each heart beat that seemed to be speeding up toward his death.

He had no idea. He never ever did.

This man was so close to death and he was giggling now and reaching for the big bottle of orange juice that sat inside the fridge.

He lifted it up to his lips and drank from the bottle, not even bothering with a glass. He drained half of its contents and when he pulled the bottle down, some things, tiny and white - mini specks of your cheese floated around inside the orange liquid.

You saw bright white nothingness.

You would like to go on the record now, and plead insanity.

In your mind's eye, everything was just all white.

Like the afterlife in movies. Except far less peaceful but equally unexplainable.

Violence may not be the answer. But you really had very little memory of this.

You had flashes of it. His deafening screams and your hand reaching into a bag of cheese puffs for handfuls that you shoved into his gaping mouth. You don’t even know where you got them from. They just appeared suddenly and they crushed so easily into soft powder as you pressed them between his teeth. The powder coated the surface of his skin around his mouth. It flew in the air too as he screamed. You were covered in it. Your hands were stained bright orange. The color of your wicked crimes.

The whiteness returned. Then more flashes of your crimes. Your mind touched on images of the sticky drops of orange juice that fell one by one from his hair that laid completely flat, lacquered to the top of his head. Then, his cries of pain with your knees dug into his chest and both of your bright orange hands squeezed tightly around his neck. The coughing when you pressed down harder in the middle of his neck and the eventual sensation of him fighting back. The urge to live must be strong in him. Why did he resist this so much? Just die already. Why fight the inevitable? If not done by you, surely some other person would do it.

When you came to, you were inside of your bedroom packing a bag full of clothes and stuffed animals. You felt that this was probably your get-away bag, and that meant he was probably dead.

Drowned in two ounces of backwash filled orange juice and lungs stuffed with brightly colored cheese flavored* puffs (*contains no real cheese.)

You had a list happening inside of your head. Things you had to do before you left this place forever and never returned. A strange calm had washed over you; probably brought on by shock.

First, you had to pack this bag. You had stuffed it full of overcoats. Your winter coat with the pink polka dots. The fluffy yellow puffer jacket you got as a gift from your best friend. Your rain jacket in case it got wet in hell. Second, you would go into his room and clear his search history. It was something you had always promised you would do for him and he had promised to do the same for you. After that, you would call the police from a pay phone on the corner of the block to anonymously report the crime.

Your bag was full. Too full to fit the brightly colored pink bunny even though it was a tiny thing. You pushed and shoved, squeezing it in between the layers of coats until you were sure the seam of your bag was about to pop if you tried to zip it closed.

You still had your toiletries to pack. This would never do. How could you pack a get-away bag without your favorite shampoo.

A flood of memories came to you. Your favorite shampoo and handing the bottle with your eyes covered to Baekhyun as he showered. All at once, that steady and all consuming calm wavered and you felt the first hot tears building. Stinging and burning as they crested and spilled over your lashes onto your cheeks.

Your lips were stuck in a deep frown and you did your best to inhale through a stuffed up nose.

“My poor Peanut,” you said into the hollow empty space of your lonely bedroom. You’d have to venture into his bathroom to get your shampoo. Possibly walking past his lifeless corpse which you were pretty sure you left somewhere in between the kitchen and the living room.

A maniac. You were a heartless monster. The remorse you now felt, which could very well help you in court, coated you from head to toe and you cried openly when you pulled your bedroom door open and took your first step out of your room.

Shampoo and search history. These things were your destination.

But a sound coming from somewhere deep in the kitchen threw off your steps and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise with the unexpectedness of it.

More than just a sound, you could smell something too. Was that sizzling? Had you accidentally turned the stove on and now your whole apartment was on fire? Was this how you could get rid of the body?

No. You had to get a grip now. That was going too far. You could understand homicide but desecration of a corpse? Ick. That kinda shit was for sickos.

You focused your energy on your destination and took three big steps to cross the living room and placed a hand on the door knob of his room.

The knob clicked noisily when you turned it too quickly and you heard a shuffle coming from the kitchen. A shuffle and then a scrape and you turned at the sound.

“Hey Bug, food’s ready. Come eat. I made your favorite.”

You froze on your feet with your eyes wide open, nose too stuffy to breathe so your mouth hung wide open as well. With tears streaming down your face, made fresh again by the sight of him standing in the kitchen with a white towel draped around his neck, clean wet hair, and a frying pan and spatula in his hand, you gasped.

You had never been quite so relieved to see the sight of your stupid roommate. Overcome, you dropped the bag you carried at your feet and rushed to where he stood with arms raised and the dish he had just finished cooking elevated and you reached for his body with your arms outstretched. When you felt his warmth you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him in for a tight hug.

“Uhh,” he said softly, flinching upon contact and freezing up but first lifting the hot pan high enough to remove any danger of burning you with it. “Why are you crying?”

You squeezed tighter and buried your face in his chest. You’d get his shirt wet with tears and with snot but you didn't care. He was okay. Your overwhelming guilt for your behavior towards him was so thick you had a hard time not sobbing harder when you felt the awkward steps he took to set the hot pan down and free his hands and then that first warmth of the palm of his hand that landed on your back.

When the other hand joined and slipped around your shoulder a quiet cry got caught up inside the back of your throat and you heard a warning sound somewhere. Because the warning did not exist in this realm of reality he did not hear it and another step into you brought his arms tighter around your shoulders and when you felt those hands move gently over your back the warning sound blared up hot and terrifying.

You and him did not do this. This was not something you had ever done with Baekhyun. Sure, light touches sometimes. Plenty, even. Hell, you playfully smacked him for something new and annoying every single day. You weren’t exactly scared of him, but you had never hugged him before and you sure as fuck didn't ever hold him.

“Bug?” His voice was calling you. You had an inkling that it might have been the second or third time and you pulled back from him. His hands released you the second he felt your retreat and you looked at the spot where you’d mashed your whole face into his shirt wincing at all the face shaped wet spots you saw there.

He didn't seem bothered by it and you inhaled a deep trembling breath with a meaningless nod of your head at him. Whatever had happened didn’t matter. Everything was fine. Everything was over and it was okay. He was okay too.

He offered a small smile and turned to get two bowls to fill with the food he had made.

It was fried rice. Simple, no frills fried rice with a fried egg on top and just enough spice to make it interesting but not enough to activate any more water works. It was his favorite and you were pretty sure he didn't actually know how to make any other dishes. But hadn’t he just said he made your favorite?

“Baek, This isn’t my favorite. This is your favorite.”

He placed a bowl in front of where you sat and he lifted a quizzical eyebrow with a small tick of his head.

“No, it’s not my favorite. It’s your favorite. You make it all the time. And that’s why I made it now. Because it's your favorite.”

As he spoke, he pointed back and forth between you and the bowl of rice with his spoon. As if he was teaching a class on something you obviously didn’t know the first thing about.

“But I only make it all the time because it's your favorite, Peanut.”

You picked up your spoon and mixed the egg into the rice and began eating quickly out of necessity. You were about to pass out from hunger at this point.

He was watching you eat with that confused look on his face and he hadn’t touched his rice yet.

“Well whose favorite is it then?”

You shrugged and swallowed another bite. You were half finished with your bowl already and Baekhyun looked down and scooped up the egg from the top of his own rice with his spoon, leaning forward to plop it down on top of your remaining rice.

“Please tell me you at least like eggs on top.”

“Doesn’t everybody?” You remarked flippantly and you mixed again, feeling so much more human now that you had some real food in your stomach.

He was leaning back in his chair, fingertips over his face as he lightly massaged at the space between his eyebrows and you giggled to yourself with a mouth full of rice.

“I thought I killed you, Baekhyun.”

You heard him snort out a laugh and he quickly covered his mouth with both of his hands before he spat out all over the table. You yourself had to cover your mouth to keep your rice in and you laughed in a painful stifled way to keep from choking on the food in your mouth.

“You made me eat so many fucking cheese puffs I’m not even hungry right now.” He wheezed through his words and you saw him wiping at his eyes while you forced yourself to swallow before rice flew out of your nose.

He was holding his stomach as he laughed and the tight pained wince on his face only made you laugh harder.

You had eaten all you could and Baekhyun abandoned his food before he even started due to a certain cheese puff armed psychopath.

You’d stood to clear away the plates when you heard the hum of his phone vibrating on the table. You’d made your way into the kitchen when his voice piped up from where he was seated at the table staring down at whatever he had just received on his phone.

“Hey, uhh...h-how should I respond to this girl?”

“Girl? Baekhyun are you chatting with someone?” You perked up, instantly way more interested in what was happening on his phone than washing these dishes and you quickly rounded the corner back into the dining room to find out more.

“Oh wait, nevermind, I think...I don’t think she’s serious.” His voice weakened when his phone vibrated again and you’d reached a spot where you could clearly see the messages he had just received.

From Vixxxen18 again. You rolled your eyes hard enough for them to ache just seeing that familiar screen name.

“Ugh, this bitch again,” you said in a disgusted voice and you saw the flinch in his shoulders. He darkened a shade and you quickly grabbed the phone to steady it so you could clearly see what she wanted this time.

‘Hey honey, DTF tonight?’

You read the message out loud and he held his hands over his face and squirmed in his seat.

“Peanut do you know what DTF means?”

“Yes. I know what it means.” He interrupted you before you could get the whole sentence out. His ears were pink. You heard the clench of his jaw muffle his words as he spoke.

Her next message you didn’t read out-loud.

‘Spot me 50 for gas and I’ll come over’

“Gas doesn’t cost fifty dollars,” you scowled under your breath and your fingers were typing before you had a chance to second think.

‘Shouldn’t we get to know each other a little bit first?’

Her response came quickly and made your blood boil.

‘What makes you think I want to know you’

“Oh I’m going to kick her ass,” you said right before the phone was plucked out of your hands so fast you still moved your thumbs as you typed in the air, ready to give this bitch a piece of your mind.

“Settle down, Cheese Puffs, she's actually not that bad most of the time,” he said and he was closing out the messaging program quickly before you could say anything else to literally the worst human being you’d ever had a two second conversation with.

Your breathing was heavy and you must have had a look in your eyes that made him uncomfortable because he was reaching down to grab your hand and he tugged lightly toward the living room sofa. He was swiping with his other hand on his phone again.

“Here, I have some matches on the dating profile you made me. Why don't we have a look through them and find someone who’s ass you don't want to kick.”

He plopped down with a huff and you quickly sat down beside him, leaning well against his arm so you could see his screen clearly.

“God, you’re so mean today. What’s gotten into you? Ever since you woke up from that dream last night you’ve been ready to kill anyone who moves.”

You’d taken over the scrolling and found yourself lost in the freedom of judging the girls on his phone screen as he mused about what a grump you were.

Boring. Bland. Brainless. Vapid. Ugh.

As you flipped through them you not so quietly voiced how much you hated every one of them. Sure, for someone they could have been perfect but for him, they were not. His complaints about you went silent and as he watched the scrolling.

At last you found someone who seemed to fit some sort of idealized image you had of the perfect girl for him and you stopped scrolling instantly with a quiet gasp. He wasn’t saying anything about her though and you looked up excitedly at his face expecting him to be reading the profile she had carefully written, or looking through the pictures you oh so slowly scrolled past but instead of looking down at the phone his eyes were just watching you.

It was an odd and calm observation of only your face. And when you grabbed ahold of his eyes with your searching ones you raised your eyebrows and tilted your head down, pointing with the angle of your face at his phone screen so he could see her, so he could see Mia who lived only 5 miles away from him and had seen all of the animes that he liked and played the same kinds of computer games he played and was honest to god, cute as a damn button. Perfect! You wanted to squeal.

“Peanut,” you whispered and his eyes widened and his eyebrows danced on his face as he finally, finally looked down in his lap where the phone sat.

But the screen was now black. It had timed out. You clicked on a button on the side and it prompted him to log in again and what was wrong with him? Why wasn’t he unlocking it already? You grabbed his hand and his eyes glanced down where you touched his fingertips, carefully tracing with his index finger over the pattern he used to unlock his phone and it came back to life — the smiling, lovely image of Mia who lived only 5 miles away and was just absolutely perfect.

“Bug,” He said softly as he looked down at his phone screen and your smile was naturally wide as he watched each image fly across his screen. The anticipation of his reaction was killing you. He had to be as excited about this as you were. He at least seemed to be paying attention to the pictures this time.

But he wasn't squealing or even smiling about her. The silence on his side got you talking again. A quick nervous sort of talking to fill up the quiet. “She’s cute. And she's nice, I can feel it. And she's perfect for you. Let’s message her.”

You lifted a finger to your chin and thrust your eyes into the air to think. You thought back to some of the opening lines you’d been fed by the men you dated and you opened the window to send a message to Mia from Baekhyun.

“Bug,” he said again, even quieter than he had called before and it stood out to you that he had been trying for a while to get your attention now and you were so distracted with how much fun this was that you hadn’t really acknowledged him. You were being presumptuous. Just because you liked her didn’t necessarily mean he did. It even occurred to you that maybe you were being downright rude.

So you looked at him. Lifted your eyebrows up and rested the phone back down on his knee cap so he would say what he wanted to say already. You braced for the rejection of the cutest girl in his list of matches.

But instead of speaking he just looked at you and you slowly began to hear the actual ticking of the clock on the wall across the room from where you both sat. After much too long his eyes fell to look down the phone in your hand and you heard the smallest, softest scoff from his chest and he closed his eyes once with a long sigh.

And then he was nodding his head with his eyes closed up tight. “Yeah. Yeah, go ahead, send her a message. If you say she’s perfect, then she’s perfect.”

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

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Dream Analysis of Mugen Ressha

Spoilers for the movie, while it does not depart from the plot of the manga, they made adaptational choices which I may refer to within.

While Enmu has control over what kind of dream his victims see, ultimately, he would have no way of knowing all of the details of his victims' lives, so we can assume that he is prompting his victims to fill in a lot of the details themselves. These are the worlds they surround themselves with consciously, but their untouchable unconscious spaces say just as much.

I've said some of this before, but these dream sequences give us so much to say about Inosuke, Zenitsu, Kyojuro, and Tanjiro.

Into the dream: Did that "Rengoku-aniki" thing really happen???? It's animated like a fever dream (or drawn like a typical Gotouge-being-Gotouge panel), but both the movie and the manga leave this inconclusive. It can be interpreted two ways: 1. The two other demons were there all along as decoys, set to appear only when Enmu's blood technique slowly started to take effect so that they'd let their guard down. In this way, we'd know that the boys had a true way of witnessing Kyojuro's prowess and a true bonding moment, thereby making his death hit all the harder later. This would also mean that one of the cars was totally unusable for passengers, and many of the passengers were already thoroughly spooked before falling into sleep. It would also imply that they were all super excited, thoroughly relieved, returned to their seats, and then just passed out.

2. The moment the tickets were clipped, Enmu's very, very, very realistic dreams took immediate effect, but he still needed time before it took effect enough that their guards would go down. If this is the case, then it implies the following: 1. Enmu's illusions can be shared 2. Everyone syncs extremely well together to have all been sucked in by the same illusion (it's possible it was only Tanjiro's, but since we get in everyone's heads a little in this part, I believe they all experienced the same thing). Reacting in ways so true to how they would in waking like, they learned as much about each other as truthfully as they would have if they were fighting while awake. 3. The "Rengoku-aniki" thing is the moment they're falling into a deeper stage of sleep, when any bizarre thing will make sense. They've lost any sense of holding back and are embracing the emotions as they hit them. Even if that was all a dream, the bond formed was very real. But then, as they fall deep, they fall into their own headspaces. Inosuke: I love how bombastic this dream is. It moves at a very fast pace, and everything revolves around Inosuke. He is physically much larger than Ponjiro, Chuuitsu, and Pyonko, who clearly follow him as their leader, the most powerful person in this cave exploring world full of wonder and excitement. True to life, these underlings can at times be frustrating or stupid, but there is no one else Inosuke would rather have at his side to take on a hugely impressive foe. It's a relatively simplistic world, what Inosuke really cares about is his place in it, and who is there.

Taking it a step deeper, he should not be able to manifest in his self-conscious space, but Gotouge attributes his and Zenitsu's ability to do this and protect their cores from intruders to their strong senses of self. What's telling is that his subconscious space is practically identical to his conscious dream space; like there is no breakage between one stage of reality and the next. In its Zen-like simplicity Inosuke's mind is never at odds with itself, its interpretation of reality is fluid and seamless. However, being at this deeper state brings us to a deeper state of self actualization, with Inosuke manifesting closer to the ideal beast he views himself as.

Now, with Inosuke being so fully invested in what he sees as reality, he's still got a carry-over effect from dream after waking up, which one could interpret as not having fully shaken the effects of Enmu's blood technique. After all, Zenitsu simply never broke out of it, Tanjiro had to kill himself in his dreams each time to fully snap out of it, and Kyojuro was the only one powerful enough to have broken through its effects through his own willpower. When Tanjiro says the train is a demon, he buzzes with "I was right!" (a conviction that only got stronger in his dream), and Inosuke's declarations of being the boss and Tanjiro being his underling are indignantly plentiful and he fully believes what he is saying every time he brings it up, even if he's aware that he's no longer in the cave exploring dream. But, given that Inosuke is so at peace with his own version of reality, it's also just as likely that his conviction of being The Boss was also only compounded by the dream, and all that dream did was give him a more fun setting in which to play around in. But, what was so fun about the dream, what made him sleep-giggle with pleasure, was that everyone else was finally getting with the program and recognizing him as the boss, as they should. Finally. It's so frustrating in real life that he has to keep reminding them to get it right. Get it, Santaro?? GOOD. Zenitsu: What I love here is the contrast between subconscious and conscious space. Both of them have the same theme melody, but played in very, very different ways. They also both play with the same core desire in very different ways as well. Is it so much to ask that he can just spend some time alone with the girl he loves?? If we jump straight to the pitch black unconscious space, he specifies to the intruder that only Nezuko is allowed there. Not just girls in general, not a close friend like Tanjiro, only the one girl he loves, and even then, you'd have to love someone a lot to invite them into the deepest, darkest corners of your soul. And it is a very, very, very, very dark corner. Zenitsu's spent most of his life building that dark, pessimistic personality, compounded by the treatment he's always received throughout his life and what he believes about himself at his core. He's ugly and depraved there, and very defensive. Because he holds himself in such darkness, that makes him desire the bright, happy, completely idealistic world of his conscious dream world. It's rich with detail and warm and he knows it well, that places is the first place he ever felt someone have hope for him; it's Jiichan's home, that sunny place with delicious peaches and full of clovers and lush greenery and a charming stream. Of course he'd want to show it all to Nezuko, she deserves to see such a happy, pretty place! And, while the world is idealized and happy, Nezuko is e-x-t-r-e-m-e-l-y cute and actually wants to hang out with him too. She's willing no hold his hand, none of the girls who dated (read: used) Zenitsu in the past were ever willing to hold his hand. He even gets to show her that he can be cool, and she likes it!! She looks him in the eyes and is totally honest about enjoying his company!!

He just wants someone to want him back. He wants to belong in the sunshine too. So, even if he had it in him to wake up from Enmu's blood technique, who can blame him for staying there? (You know, besides Tanjiro, who has been desperately screaming for them all to wake up and help him protect the passengers. Zzzzz, five more minutes, Tanjiro, zzzzzzz----) Kyojuro: This... isn't really a happy dream. Kyojuro has accepted a lot of sad parts of his reality so wholeheartedly that he doesn't seek the comfort of a dream in which his mother is still alive, or a dream in which his father is proud of him. Instead, what Kyojuro was looking for was the chance to go back and say more to Senjuro. This implies that on the real day he knelt in that room, while his father faced away and read the book* while Kyojuro told him all about how he defeated Lower Moon Two and became a Pillar, and was met with his father's heartbreakingly unenthusiastic reply, he later went outside and...

...didn't say any words of comfort to Senjuro.

This regret, that he didn't do more for his brother whom he knew was hurting in his own silent ways this whole time, was what sat most bothersomely in Kyojuro's otherwise peacefully self-assured psyche (or fired-up psyche, if you go by his subconscious space) . It makes sense that in his dying wishes, the first thing he requests is that Tanjiro do this in his stead. *Speaking of that book, Kyojuro had forgotten about it until his memories pulled together to create the details of the dream, which was why he thought to mention it to Tanjiro later. This shows that Enmu is not an architect of people's dreams, he only sets them in motion. How believable they are depends on each victim. (Totally unrelated, I love the design of the Rengoku estate's garden??? It's primarily evergreen and unflowering trees, meaning it stays relatively steadfast throughout the year, a garden designed in samurai villa taste. Plus the details of the house also fit really well, I think??? Would need to review research of buke-yashiki architecture to say more.) Tanjiro: ...*deep breath* This boy really, really wants to go home. Like, the climax of the movie is amazing and all, but it's the scenes with Tanjiro's family that make me cry. Ugh, where do I start. Enmu probably just grabs on to whatever thread of a desire a person has, and then he just tugs on it and says "this way, let's go really far in this direction, show me where it goes, hmm, okay, nice, lovely. Have fun here, I've now seen enough to write my own angsty version for later." So... so I'm just going to work backwards a moment. Enmu screwed up here, thinking he could really read the depth of Tanjiro's family and his feelings for them. He thought he could make a convincing version of these "characters" cry and shove Tanjiro around and speak meanly to him and make him feel shame. And the cut to that dream, OH MY GOSH, truly horrific sound and color change. But Tanjiro's sees through it so fast that he wakes up immediately and uses that anger at how Enmu wrote them to cut off his "head." You screwed up, Enmu, you blew it, maybe other people would very so blown down by the shock that they wouldn't question how unreal that dream sequence is, but Tanjiro has honed his fighting spirit so much that it's been nagging him even throughout his happy dream. And he really, really, really wants to stay in that happy dream. Like, even though he's on guard at the beginning, so much so that he only focuses on the familiar feeling of a demon being around and does not notice the familiar landscape AT ALL. But the moment Hanako and Shigeru step in, convincingly made from Tanjiro's memories and unedited by Enmu, Tanjiro throws that all away in an instant. As he says when he's trying, after trying and trying and trying to rip himself away from the dream, he was never even supposed to had left this world. He was never supposed to had touched anything like a sword, they were all supposed to stay there together, living their simple life. If things hadn't gone wrong that one night. Tanjiro cares deeply about his mission, he's adopted his training deeply, he has serious desire to improve, which is why his subconsciously keeps trying to call himself back to reality, but it's so hard, because this is where he wants to be, and it's even harder because it feels so real. It's a little peeve of mine when families with lots of little siblings are written to be too angelic and idealistic, and there is some of that with the "let's make sembei, yaaaay" scene, but... but that's actually pretty true. I'm giving myself away with how close this hits to home, but it's a dynamic in a lot of large families, especially large families pretty happy to stay to themselves and people who live the same sort of conservative, traditional lifestyle, to foster in the older siblings some pride in taking care of the little ones and helping create that happy world for them, even if taking care of little kids can be rough. It's not to say that things are always happy and fluffy, they're not, and that's not to say even

happy kids don't resent being in a large family sometimes. But there's plenty of moments in daily life, especially in the presence of small children, that you get swept up into a sillier, happy, caretaker side of yourself, and since you all grow up with these silly moments together, you're going to naturally fall into into some silly, scripted-feeling moments of "then I'll be in charge of eating the sembei!" "no faaaaair!". So, I'll give the sembei scene a pass because that IS a moment that happens in years of moments with the same posse of kiddos around you all the time. But it's also so striking to me how each of Tanjiro's siblings, however idealized, has their own personality. The traits are so subtle but consistent and Tanjiro knows all of them. They pick up on things about each other, they grow realistically annoyed and surprised and concerned and scared like they would if they were real instead of only Tanjiro's memories of them. Those kids feel so real to me, even if they are annoyingly overidealized in some parts as Tanjiro is letting himself get swept away. And just when he's managing to part from it to go face reality, Enmu makes more attack: he brings in Nezuko, trying to make it feel like there's no point in Tanjiro running at all. She's fine. There's nothing left for him to fight for. Everything's fine. And all over again, Tanjiro just stops. He KNOWS it's not real, but he's hurting so much to hear her voice again that he just sto-o-o-o-ps. And his desire to stay with the others catches up to him all over again, and he's tempted all over again to stay, EVEN KNOWING IT'S NOT REAL and there are very, very, very pressing matters to attend to. Even if it was all a little happy and idealized, more than anything, it felt like life always did. It's telling that when Tanjiro finally, FINALLY pulls away from that that time, he doesn't look back, and the family stops chasing him. This is Tanjiro accepting reality, however much it hurts. He's already had a couple years to accept this, but it was all overwhelming to get such a vivid taste of it again.

Tanjiro wants to do well to his organization and honor Urokodaki's training and avenge the fallen and prevent anyone else from being hurt and see an end to Kibutsuji Muzan and make Nezuko human again, but more than anything, he wants that simple life. And it's so, so heartwarming that at the end of the manga, he gets it.

It's not the same. It'll never be the same.

He never wanted a life with a sword, but he's been working so hard at it anyway.

#my heart is broken and it's Kamado Tanjiro's fault #KnY Fandom Theories and Meta #Mugen Ressha Hen #Kamado Tanjiro #Kamado Tanjirou #Agatsuma Zenitsu #Hashibira Inosuke #Rengoku Kyoujurou #Rengoku Kyojuro

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Be a Good Guest, part 8

CW: Whump, failed escape attempt (again...) kidnapping, electrocution, choking *inhales* intimate, possessive, creepy, protective, parental whumper, slapping, blindfold, restraining, shackles mentioned, manhandling, angst, so much angst with a seasoning of despair. No happy ending for this chapter at least :c

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Walter was happy today, dancing and humming as he moved about the house with the radio playing a cheerful song. Gabriel didn’t even have the chain shackled to his leg today, he did still have the tracker in his neck of course, but if he pretended that it wasn't there, it almost felt like a normal ordinary morning.

“Good morning, little one!” He smiled. “Gmorning..” Gabriel gorged. He stood with his arms crossed while swaying on his feet, his eyes half open. He was hardly sleeping, the bed still felt foreign to him as he would just stare blankly at the ceiling.

He was homesick. As lonely as his crammed apartment was back at home, he would rather be lonely, then here. He felt two arms slither around his waist from behind as he gasped with chills running up his spine.

“Please don’t touch me!” He barked, jumping from his grasp and pinning himself against the wall.

“It was just a hug” He giggled, extending his arms out. Gabriel shook his head no as he refused to budge from his corner. Walter sighed as his arms fell crossed. “Are you still scared of me?” He asked.

He didn’t respond, his eyes just darted around the room to everywhere but his burning gaze. “Come now, Gabriel, It’s been a week. I’m doing everything I can to keep you happy, can’t you give it a little effort?” He asked, his voice growing impatient. “I just...I don’t want to stay here, please...” He begged.

Walter’s face fell with sheer disappointment. He sighed as he slumped onto the piano bench, tapping his nail against the wood as an invitation for him to sit. Gabriel silently shook his head no once more, cringing and squeezing his eyes shut when he heard him abruptly stand up. He knew he was testing the waters a bit, but maybe he could pity himself out of this. He wouldn’t hurt him for something this mild, right?

*Slap*

His cheek burned as his whole body hit the fridge door. His lip that had just healed from the car crash splitting once again as blood smeared across the fridge. Gabriel took a shuttered breath as his hand gripped the door handle with his other hand on his red cheek.

“Wh-what is wrong with you!?” Gabriel shrieked. “Are you crazy!?”

He regretted his words instantly as a hand wrapped around his throat, pinning him against the fridge as he fell silent. Walter rested his other arm over his head against the fridge as if he wasn’t already presenting enough dominance. He wasn’t squeezing his throat very tight at least, it was just enough to scare the daylight from him.

“I’m getting real tired of your constant disrespect, young man. You live under my roof, the least you can do is show an ounce of thankfulness for everything I do for you.” He hissed in his ear. Gabriel whined against his hand around his neck as he pressed his back against the fridge. The hand retracted as Walter’s fingers moved to wrap around his chin, tilting his head up until their eyes met.

“Tell me you’ll behave.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I-I’ll behave...” He whispered.

“Little louder.”

Gabriel’s eyes darted down, he was just doing this to be purely dominant now.

“Gabriel if you disobey me one more time I’m taking you to the basement.”

“I’ll behave!” He yelped.

“Good boy.” He smiled, his hand moving from his chin to lovingly caress his face as he slightly flinched. “Go sit down now, breakfast is almost done!” He smiled.

It was disgusting how he could change his mood in a flash. Gabriel’s legs felt numb as he struggled to walk to the table, slinking on the seat. He kept his wide eyes forward, too scared to move or even breathe too hard in fear of attracting anymore unwanted attention.

There was a clattering sound with a splash of water as Walter dropped a full cup of hot tea. “Drat!” He yelled, hissing and cursing under his breath as steam fumed off his soaking clothes. He grabbed his boiling wet robe and tossed it over the chair to get it off, before marching off to his room for a change of clothes.

Gabriel sat wide eyes staring at the robe pocket opened just enough he could see the cluster of keys poking out.

Gabriel didn’t even think twice about the consequences as he reached into the pocket, grabbed the keys and bolted. They were much heavier than he expected, with about two dozen medieval looking keys hooked on a loop. His hands trembled as he fumbled with it, trying each one in the keyhole to the main door. The window, unfortunately, was out of the question, Walter made sure of that with metal bars after his pitiful first escape attempt.

He could hear Walter in the other room opening and slamming drawers, there wasn’t much time left. He was about halfway through and none of them had worked yet-

*click*

One had finally fit as he bolted out the door. He still had a tracker in his neck, but all he had to do was outrun him, right? He felt his pulse beat through his body, his head pounding as he sprinted up the hill. He had been here before, but this time he was free of the chain dragging him down, the thing that screwed him over the first time. Finally, he made it to the road. He stood there, looking left, then right.

No cars… No one ever came here. He ran down the road, there wasn’t a soul in sight. He slowed to a stop as his lungs started burning, his hands on his knees as he gasped for air. He stopped when he thought he heard something… Chattering? Laughing? No, that was too good to be true. He took a deep breath and held it, trying to listen as he straightened up, spinning around trying to figure out where it could have come from.

There it was again, a laugh. It was coming from the other side of the road near a trail. There must have been hikers! He bolted in the direction, following the cheery voices of what sounded like a small group of people having a laugh. He could see movement through the branches as his chest leapt with relief…

Finally, finally! He made it! There were people right there, just a few yards away! “Heey!” He hollered, staggering through the woods. “PLEASE HELP ME!” He cried. He did it… He had made it out.

His cries for help were interrupted by his own screams as a shock spiked through his body. What felt like thousands of needles stabbed through his neck forced him to plummet to the ground. After a couple of seconds, it stopped as he found himself lying in the dirt on his back, his hand held to his neck as he heaved for air. He scampered to his feet, before he could take a step, the full weight of someone tackled him from behind, pinning him to the ground on his chest with a hand tightly woven around his lips.

His screams and crying were muffled as he fought back, digging his knees into the dirt trying to push the man off, who kept his arms and head pinned to the ground. He could hear the voices commenting the strange noise they heard in the woods, but brushing it off as some animal romping around.

“But it sounded like a voice.”

“It’s just your imagination, or just another hiker, who cares?”

Tears swelled in his eyes as he was forced to watch the group walk by. He stayed pinned to the ground for several more minutes until they were long gone, the forest grew silent with their passing. The weight pressing against his back quickly became agonizing as his distressed noises were muffled.

His hand retreated as he instantly shouted for help, electricity pulsed through his body again. His back arched off the ground in the man’s arms as he was held. “Gabriel, stop this right this instant!” Walter hissing in his ear after lifting off the trigger.

Gabriel went slack in his arms, his body still quivering. Walter got off him as he continued to lie still in the ground between his feet obediently.

“Get up.” He ordered.

Gabriel blinked his eyes open, his tears mixing with the dirt on his face as he looked up with a pitiful expression. Walter only stared him down as he finally sighed in submission, slowly crawling to his feet.

“Walk. Let's go.” He ordered. “You’re going to behave, and walk all the way home. Do you understand?” He growled. Gabriel flinched into a nod as he wobbled on his feet. Walter pointed to the direction of the cabin as Gabriel held his arms tightly to his chest as he shakily cowered past him.

He was forced to walk in front, as Walter loomed behind him making sure he stayed in check. He lost his footing at one point and fell to the ground, only to be roughly grabbed and ripped to his feet.

The cheerful music was still playing when he was shoved into the cabin. His hair was roughly grabbed as Walter dragged him along, ripping the basement door open.

“W-wait..” He rasped.

He was ignored as he was thrown onto an old wooden chair. Cuffs and shackles already built into it clamped over his wrists, ankles and neck tightly. He could still hear the happy music playing on upstairs.

“Wait! P-please!” Gabriel begged, tears dripping down his face as a blindfold was secured over his eyes. “Please don’t! You don’t have to do this!” He sobbed. He felt a hand rest in his hair, gently petting him.

“Yes I do, little dove. Because you made me. This is for your own good.” He planted a kiss in his hair. “Since you want to be cut loose like a wild animal so badly, you can stay here, where it’s safe until you learn what’s good for you. That I’m good for you.”

Gabriel heard his footsteps stomping up the stairs as the basement door slammed, muffling the joyful music playing like some sick fever dream.

“PLEASE! Don’t leave me here, I’m begging you!” He sobbed, his voice cracking.

His cries were ignored as the house fell silent. He only saw darkness, as all he could do was listen to his panicked breath.

@alien-octopus @yesthisiswhump @lave-whump @whumpasaurus101 @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @hamiltonwhumpdump @just-another-whumper @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @approach-me-and-ill-cry @whump-it @kixngiggles @as-a-matter-of-whump

ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ Thank you for reading! (and I’m sorry)

#whump #whumpee #whumper #kidnapped whumpee #electrocution whump #parental whumper #intimate whumper #possessive whumper #creepy whumper #yeah i need some fluff now #time to rescue him

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plut00nline · 3 years

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Fuck it im doing it

My 2020 top 20 movie list

(Disclaimer that most of these weren't made in 2020 but I just watched them this year. These aren't also really in a very particular order but they are lowkey ranked) (i also had to be choosey with the images i out cause of the limit, but yeah dont mind that)

20. The perfection

The plot twist in this movie is *chefs kiss* there was no way for me to predict the ending, bug as far as thrillers goes, it is brilliant. And also, lesbians. It can be a pretty triggering movie for ab*se and general gore, but really I love the pacing and the thrill of it.

19. The shining

Ah yes, a classic horror, and though I may feel iffy about Stanley Kubrick, this movie was pretty good. But I am saying this as a person that didn't read the book. The blood rushing down the hallway was really my favourite visual on the movie. It was a movie that made me felt genuinely scared while watching it, like hiding behind my blanket but also sweating scared, the suspense was pretty thrilling though

18. Doctor Sleep

Man do I love Danny Torrance, and Abra, fuck I love them both. Again, I never read the book, but my ignorance keeps me in bliss. The visuals of this movie are also great, and the emotions this movie puts through? I'm just glad headcanons exist, but really I did enjoy this movie even if it wasn't what I was expecting.

17. Birds of prey

Harley deserved a movie, and the fact that it was directed by a woman makes me love it so much more because we just got to see harley doing the things that she fucking wanted. This movie is wlw solidarity, from Margot robbie to Mary Elizabeth Winstead, women with crossbows? Sign me the fuck up. And from all the DC films I've seen, it's so much brighter, in the visual sense, there's colour! There's character! And not everyone is just brooding in darkness, its the type of movie that would make me actually watch and enjoy DC films.

16. Charlie's angels

Firstly, lesbians. Thank you. But really, its a good action comedy and really I'll jump at the chance to see women kick ass.

15. My octopus teacher

I've never cried over an octopus before, so that was an experience. And even though this is technically not a movie, I still wanted to put it on here cause it was really just a great documentary, especially since it happened in my home country and im very oddly proud of that fact.

14. Knives out

Murder mystery and chris evans go so well together. I have made a longer post, but to sum it up, like most of the movies on this list. The colours and the pacing and just the atmosphere of the movie was spectacular, and even though I couldve guessed the ending, I was still on the edge of my seat for most of it

13. Ready or not

I love this new wave of eat the rich media. Samara weaving is a great actor and I am in love with her and this whole movie. It really was something that I hadn't actually seen before and the fact that the whole curse thing at the end was true was really just wow. Along with eat the rich, I love the feral female energy lately, and the whole white clothing slowly but surely being covered in blood.

12. Geralds game

The line "youre only made of moonlight" lives in my head rent free. This movie, was really an experience and for a movie with only two people in it for the majority, it is really well done. I'll always feel iffy about a man writing a woman's experience (specifically) but I do love the way this movie went, yeah I hated the "Hand" scene, but I still enjoyed the after math of it.

11. The old gaurd

Again, more lesbians, what more could I ask for? The concept for this movie is brilliant, immortal mercenaries is the only trope I want from now on, and found family.

10. Parasite

Again with the eat the rich. This movie was mindblowing, and just, the imagery!! And im glad they didn't dub it in English cause fuck that, I enjoyed it perfectly with subtitles.

9. song of the sea

This movie, this movie! Is so precious and I had that song stuck in my head for days.the name Saoirse is also so oddly pleasing to hear. This story is so beautiful, the music is amazing and it makes me want to be a fae.

8. Scott pilgrim vs the world

This movie really did pass what my expectations for what I thought it was gonna be, the music was amazing, the transitions and editing style was *chefs kiss* and even though I felt like I was in a fever dream the whole time, it'd be a fever dream I'd gladly rewatch.

7. The imitation game

Thank you Alan Turing. This movie recked me, like emotionally, I was a mess when I was done with it, but damn was it good, like I really just felt something while watching it, I mean most.of the movies on this list did, but this one just really hit me in some way.

6. Klaus

At least there are still good Christmas movies being made. Actually, I was a mess for this one too, the second that child got that sleigh thing it was over for my emotions. The whole sirge of turning Santa into this big macho dude really is working out and that's how Santa should always be depicted. I could gush about the animation style of this movie all fucking day, I love it so much (and the shadows!!! Ahh the shadows!) It really is just incredible.

5. I'm thinking of ending things

Hey man, I knew this was gonna fuck me up just by looking at the trailer, but there was absolitley no way to prepare for whatever was about to happen. Even after watching it, I have no idea what happened. But I still found it great, I love movies that give me an existential crisis.

4. Spirited away

All I wanted to do, was eat everything in that movie, even if it would turn me into a pig, holy hells this movie is good. There was just this satisfying appeal to it that I can't quite put into words. Its beautiful like everything studio ghibli movie ever.

3. The Willoughbys

I never knew I needed a found family movie with a bunch of kids that were already family. I've made a longer post about this movie, and I dont think I could really say more, this movie is so fucking touching and I love the direction it went in plot wise.

2. Howl's moving castle

Again, I may not have understood wtf was going on, but I'll be damned if I didn't love every second of it. There is no doubt that this movie is stunning, and I really am a suckered for early 2000's 2d animation, because!!! Look at it!!! Studio Ghibli films always just floor me with how good they look. I really wanna read the book, because I would absolutley love to see a feral Sophie giving howl shit for crying over hair.

1. Us

This movie will always be my no. 1 it is amazing and I love everything jordan peele has done with his movies. Especially for it to have a full black cast, and those black people have darker skin than what is normally shown in media. The feral but also calculated nature of each character is beautiful and nothing can ever make me hate this movie

I hope you enjoyed this incoherent "review" of my favourite movies I watched in 2020, its been a shit show and movies really have been a place of comfort for me. But stay safe and happy new year!

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So I watched Shoujo☆Kageki Revue Starlight: Rondo Rondo Rondo and the Shoujo☆Kageki Revue Starlight Movie.

Where to begin?

Let me start by talking about the original Shoujo☆Kageki Revue Starlight tv-anime. It had one of the best first episodes I’ve ever seen, great visuals and vibes all around. I liked a lot of the themes and the twist, but despite having everything I usually look for in an anime it fell short for me, largely due to the cast being too big. I simply can’t keep track of and care for all 9 main characters when there’s only 12 episodes and not enough time to properly show and develop everyone. It’s an unfortunately common problem. There were a lot of relationship dynamics I go crazy for, but when I only got an episode per couple or character, I didn’t develop a proper attachment for anyone (besides Mahiru) or the series as a whole. I always figured I’d like it more after a rewatch, but I never got around to it due to my mixed feelings. Until now, with the movie coming out and me having to refresh my memories of the series.

Shoujo☆Kageki Revue Starlight: Rondo Rondo Rondo is a recap movie, with some alterations. I think I had the exact right mindset when I pressed play, because I loved absolutely everything about this movie. It reminded me of all the things I love about the series and didn’t have any flaws (for what it was). Of course they had to cut out a lot and thus they showed even less of all the characters (except our main duo Hikari and Karen), but since I expected it it, it didn’t bother me. This time around I knew who everyone was and what their stories where about, which meant that I could focus on the whole and appreciate it fully. The ending was weird in a way that made me excited for the latest movie, which is a sequel.

The Movie, huh. It was a fever dream. I loved it, I haven’t seen anything this interesting in a long while. It was a visual treat. There’s so much to take in and take apart in every scene. I never knew how much I needed to see what the main cast would do next and how they and their relationships would develop. There’s so much to love here. It was also surprisingly unsettling at times. There were scenes early on that made me uneasy and kept me on my toes for the rest of the movie. It felt like anything could happen, both in good and bad, although there was never a question of the ending being “bad”. As a slight critique I have to say that I wasn’t fond of how much bloodshed and death they showed us, it felt a bit too extreme and unfitting considering the rest of the series and its mood. I have to see how I feel about it on a rewatch.

I could go on about the different scenes and aspects that I adored, but I feel like it’ll turn into an incoherent mess due to how dreamlike the movie was, and there are other people who are better at talking about the narrative, references, symbolism and technical feats, so instead I’ll leave you with a strong recommendation to check it out yourself!

#my nonsense #shoujo kageki revue starlight

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sigynpenniman · 3 years

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Julian Bashir Playlist Time!!

Apple Music playlist (if you're a heathen and subscribe to apple music like me) here

I know that there's plenty of people making playlists, but I really feel like this is an under-utilized brand of fan content. Instead of attempting to create a list of songs that Julian would listen to, or a playlist of songs which were all lyrically directly applicable (though there certainly some of those in here) regardless of genre, I tried to create something which captured, above all, his vibes instead, by choosing songs that balance at least somewhat relevant lyrical content with the energy or feel that I associate with the character. What it means matters, but not as much as how it makes you feel. That said, I signed up for apple music and read a TON of those overwrought iTunes store album review descriptions while I was making this, so I have a whole lot to say about all my choices here. In depth explanation of my symbolism and methodology behind each song under the keep reading. (I love tumblr. I want to write 1,000 words of analysis about why I picked songs to represent Julian Bashir and some of you are gonna read it. This is where I get to pretend to be one of those iTunes music writers. I feel joy.)

Good Morning - Two Door Cinema Club TDCC's Gameshow is high on my favorite albums of all time list for nebulous reasons I myself don't really understand. It was this album, though not this song (but one that will pop up later) that actually inspired me to make this playlist to begin with, as for some reason, from the color scheme of the album cover, to the overall vibe, to the ever-present references to illness, injury, surgery and healers in the lyrics, the whole thing feels inescapably Julian to me. And with an opening like I'm a sinner/I'm the victim/I'm an alien when I'm myself/I'm a healer/I'm a fixer/I'm a present danger to my health/I'm so strong/Doing what I'm supposed to do/ There's something wrong/With somebody like me, it's hard NOT to think about Julian when you hear this song, and I can't think of a better way to start this off.

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood I think there's a joke somewhere about bisexual people all liking Sweater Weather, and yeah, I resemble that remark. Sweater Weather is just good. You'll notice there's a sort of chill-indie-alt-electronic thing going here, and that is very much the vibe I'm sticking with. Sweater Weather slots in beautifully, both sonically and thematically. As the singer looks to warm and protect the person he's with from the cold, you can't help but feel a loving coziness coming off of this one. It always makes me feel cozy, at least, so it's here.

Gooey - Glass Animals I have nothing to analyze here because the artists themselves have said that the lyrics of this song have no meaning, they're just meant to capture a vibe, and capture it they do. Close your eyes and ride the vibes of this one. The energy is right, I love it, it belongs here.

Blue - Mika I could probably write a couple hundred words on Blue alone, in any context. This might be my beloved Mika's magnum Opus. Opening the song with the inherently counterintuitive lyric Blue is a feminine color, Mika manages to pack it ALL into this 3 minute song: questions about gender; concepts of sadness, joy, and their intersections; of the perception of melancholy as a flaw and loving people despite, or maybe because of, those "flaws" and anything else about them; a powerful first person reassurance that made me start weeping in my car the first time I heard it; just the phrase "why are humans cruel to you." And oh boy, ARE there questions of gender. Why is blue NOT considered a feminine color? Is that a good thing, a bad thing? In 3 minutes of artful poetry, Mika manages to wrap up sadness, love, joy, pain, the feminine that exists within the masculine and the masculine that exists within the feminine, in the simple color of blue and then, in one lyric, validates it all. And on a much simpler and more obvious note, this is in fact all a philosophic musing on the symbolic meaning of the color we see Julian wearing almost all the time (when he's not in uniform, almost all his civvies are also shades of blue.) I feel like this is one of those songs that's hard to analyze because it does what music and poetry does best - communicate something that cannot be communicated any other way. With these broad themes of loving others around the things they can't love about themselves, you can decide for yourself if this one is coming FROM Julian or directed AT him, either works. I find myself struggling for exactly the words to explain this one, but listen to it; you'll understand.

Little Dark Age - MGMT Another choice with no obvious lyrical relevance, but the tonal fit was just too good to pass up. The vibes pass.

The City - The 1975 This song is one of several present because it leans on medical symbolism to get its point across, though I would be lying if I said I fully understood what that point was. But the entire second verse, apparently about the song's subject suffering from some kind of illness and reassuring him that the next one's the M.D./You'll be feeling just fine, seems somehow to transmit the discomfort of illness directly to the listener. I don't know how or why, but the effectiveness of the empathy the second half of this song elicits, in me at least, puts it squarely in the "odd medical vibes" category.

Surgery - Two Door Cinema Club THIS is the song that inspired this whole playlist, mostly because of its title and general vibe. Another example (of many) of medical/anatomical references in this album (another of the songs is called Fever, etc), this song just feels like Julian to me.

The Other Side Of Paradise - Glass Animals I really like Glass Animals. That is probably becoming obvious. Aside from its delightfully cohesive vibes, this song opens with what's simultaneously the slyest and most brazen gay lyric I have heard on the radio recently, as the male singer says When I was young and stupid my love left to be a rock and roll star/HE told me... The song seems to be about a man whose male lover left him in pursuit of fame and fortune, and eventually ends up with a woman, leaving the singer behind. It's got simultaneously subtle and obvious gay themes, it's got confused love affairs, it's got so much bisexual energy. I cannot think of anything that could be more Julian.

Sit Next To Me - Foster The People Kind of like Sweater Weather, this whole song is built around a rather cute and sweet "sit next to me," and you can't help but feel a bit warm and cozy when you listen to it. I think it pairs with sweater weather well, and slides in with the rest of the picks very nicely.

Nothing Better - The Postal Service (the original band of the lead singer of Death Cab For Cutie) Another example of heavy surgical symbolism, the very first lyric of this song is Will someone please call a surgeon. This is actually a duet, and the singers speak of their real hearts to represent their emotional ones. Something about Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures always gets me and always will. And it vibes good. It vibes so, so good.

&Run - Sir Sly Sir Sly's &Run is my favorite song for driving too fast. It does an amazing job of musical onomatopoeia, talking about running while making you want to run. It's a song about running out of plans and running as far as you can instead, which is all very "I'm illegal by definition so I went to the farthest possible reaches of space." And like everything else here, it just feels good. It's also one of the only highlights here that I can actually see Julian listening to.

Cosmic Love - Florence and the Machine It's no coincidence that it seems like most of us who are invested in Julian Bashir are some flavor of genderqueer, be it trans, nonbinary, questioning, or something else entirely - the man's got a Gender with a capital G, and there's a whole lot going on in there. Between the words that were written for him on the page, and the words that were actually spoken, and the way he carries himself, Julian always seems caught between the white, western, and frequently toxic masculinity that the writers often seemed to want to imbue him with, and the very different, racially and culturally distinct masculinity Sid actually brought. But there's an undeniable element of the feminine in Julian too, at least by a traditional definition. The presence of this part of him at all, much less the fact that, in-universe, it's the more traditionally "feminine" parts of himself - the caregiving and nurturing aspects - that Julian seems proudest of or to like most about himself, is a large part of what makes his character so interesting, at least to me. So there was no way I was getting out of this without acknowledging that somehow, and I can't think of a better way to acknowledge a complicated relationship with the feminine side of one's own gender than with this world's own Celtic divine feminine, Florence Welch. I can't think of any better artist, at least that I know of, to represent femininity as a nonspecific ethereal goddess-concept. I basically spun the wheel of Florence here, as anything would have worked, but Cosmic Love felt very appropriate for a character who does in fact live in space. There could even be some Garashir in here, I think.

Dream Sweet In Sea Major - ミラクルミュージカル, or Miracle Musical, a sister act made up of members of Tally Hall I also couldn't leave off without acknowledging Julian's affection for classic lounge music, especially since it's the only thing about his taste in music that we actually know. But instead of tacking on some rat pack, instead I'm polishing this off with the incredibly chaotic and somehow also perfectly cohesive and calm Dream Sweet in Sea Major. It's got all of the vibes of a lounge singer but gone completely off the rails, which just seems perfect somehow. And it's also a very nice feeling to be left with, so it seems only right to put it at the end.

and if you've read all of this, I love you. Y'all didn't know I was this into music did you. but I am. oh boy. I AM.

#julian bashir #playlists #Spotify

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twistedlymad · 4 years

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Reader Giving Into Darkness (Overblotting Reader)

Hewwo everyone! I hope you guys are fine and having a lovely time!

First off, I’d like to apologize for the inactivity for these past few days, I caught a fever last Saturday and I had to do some editing work for Sunday, so, I didn’t really write a lot last Saturday and Sunday. Don’t worry though! I’m fine now and I immediately jumped back into writing!

Secondly, this fic was supposedly to be an overblotting reader fic, but now, after writing and proof-reading it, it doesn’t seem like an overblotting reader story, more like, reader gave way for darkness to take over them. I have no idea anymore haha! I will most probably write another story for overblotting reader depending on how this one goes. (Also tell me if you want a part 2 to this, for now, I haven’t got one planned yet)

Third, I’d like to thank you guys once again for supporting me so much! I do hope you’ll enjoy this story that I’ve written! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day! (Story is under the cut uwu)

It was a pretty mundane day at Night Raven College. You’ve got your daily dose of chaos, your classes went along swimmingly and surprisingly, no fights occurred between your group of dumbass friends! I would even say that it was a boring day!

Or had it really been a mundane day?

You were on your way back to your class after helping Professor Trein run a small little errand, he needed to have a few paperwork submitted but Lucius had fallen asleep on his lap. You volunteered to go in his place instead since you needed some fresh air after sitting at a desk for an entire day. You brought Grim along since the furball wanted to tag along with you.

You were humming softly to yourself as you cheerfully made your way, you couldn’t wait to sit with your friends again and continue your day happily.

“Fgnaaa, you seem to be in a really good mood today (Y/N).” Grim said from your embrace, you giggled in response to his words.

“Well, today has been a really good day so far! I’m sure that today will be a perfect day.” You said as you let a smile grace on your face.

“Well, whatever you say (Y/N).” Grim said as he let out a small yawn.

However, when you got to the doorway of your class, your ears picked up on a few chatters of familiar voices.

You were about to enter your classroom but you had halted yourself just behind the doorframe for you had heard your name being mentioned. You didn’t want to enter your class just yet, for some reason, you had wanted to hear what the chatter was about and why it involved your name.

“(Y/N) doesn’t need to know.” One of the voices said.

“Why did we even ask (Y/N) in the first place?” A second voice asked.

“Yea, it’s not like it’ll be any help to us anyway, after all, (Y/N) can’t use magic.” Another voice piped up, agreeing with the first two voices.

“Let’s not mention this when (Y/N) comes back later, this’ll remain between us.” The first voice said once more and you heard a few grunts and hums of agreement from a few different voices.

You slowly lowered your head as you leaned against the doorframe of your classroom. Those voices were all too familiar to you, for they were the voices of your best friends, the ones that you had spent so many time with, the ones that you had went through the most with, the ones that you had trusted yourself with.

You felt as if you had been slapped in the face harshly after hearing the voices that you had felt safe with associate themselves with such words.

Slowly squatting down, you released Grim from your embrace and onto the ground. The furball faced you with a sad look on his face.

“(Y/N)… They-” Grim started but he was cut off by you gently pressing your index finger on his mouth.

“It’s okay, I’m fine.” You said with a smile on your face.

“We still have some time before class right? I’ll be going for a little walk then.” You said as you stood back up and walked away. Grim looked at you with worry as he stayed in his place, his eyes locked onto your leaving figure. You knew he was watching, so you took a sharp turn, letting a wall come between his stare and your figure.

Once you knew that you weren’t being watched anymore, you ran as fast as you could, adrenaline was pumping through your veins as your vision began to blur. You weren’t sure where you were running to, you just wanted to get out of that place, as far as possible.

Unbeknownst to you, a figure had been watching the whole event and they were smirking to themselves the entire time.

“According to plan I see… Excellent.”

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After running for what seemed like hours, you find yourself in a forest, surrounded by trees, the only sounds that you heard were the chirping of various animals and insects that inhabited it. You sat down under one of the tall trees while taking deep breaths in hopes to help soothe yourself. You wiped away your tears as they flowed.

The chatter of your friends rang in your head as you reminisced your memories with them, as if whenever you tried to remind yourself of all the good times you had with them, the chatter would be there to tell you that it was all fake.

“They don’t care for you.” Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice spoke out. Or had it been an unfamiliar voice?

You frantically looked around, searching for the source of the voice. It took you some time before your eyes landed on a small little puddle of water beside you, your reflection was as clear as sky as you looked.

So it did give you quite the scare when your reflection suddenly spoke up while you didn’t.

“Don’t mind them, you don’t need them.” Your reflection said to you.

“What?” You asked as you took a closer look at the puddle. You rubbed your eyes to make sure that what you were seeing was real. You wanted to make sure that you weren’t dreamin-

“Oh, you’re not dreaming, don’t worry about that.” Your reflection said, as if it had read your thoughts.

“No. They do, I am their friend after all.” You huffed and stood up, arguing to your reflection’s previous statement. You didn’t want to question the existence of your talking reflection, after all, you were in Twisted Wonderland, a place where magic is real and almost anything can happen, even talking reflections. Heck, take the mirror of darkness for an example.

“Besides, they could be talking about anything! Maybe they were talking about homework. I just overreacted, that’s all.” You replied further to your reflection as well as reassuring yourself.

“Are you entirely sure?” Your reflection asked you once more. “You heard what they said loud and clear.” It said to you. You took in a deep breath through clenched teeth as you closed your eyes and turned away, hugging yourself as you tried to walk away. You wanted to ignore your reflection, you thought that it was just giving negative feedback on the events that had already happen, you wanted to believe that your friends were possibly talking about something else.

But you were shocked when you heard the next sentence come out of your reflection’s mouth.

“Friends don’t talk to friends like that.”

You whipped your head around immediately, looking at the puddle as beads of tears formed in and fell from your eyes. Your reflection was right after all, friends don’t talk to friends like that, friends will tell you their problems straight away, friends don’t hide secrets about friends and most importantly…

True friends don’t talk about friends behind their backs.

As you were buried deep in your thoughts, your reflection smirked a little after seeing the look of hurt on your face. It waited for a few seconds before continuing its statement.

“Don’t worry, like I’ve said, you don’t need them. You only need me.” Your reflection said with a smirk. “After all, I am a part of you.”

“A part… Of me?” You asked, you didn’t completely understand what your reflection had meant by its words.

“Yes, for I am your conscience, I know what you need right now and that’s me.” Your reflection said to you. It then wiped off the smirk it had on its face and extended its hand towards you.

“Take my hand.” It said. “I promise you, with me, you won’t ever feel heartbreak anymore, you won’t ever experience betrayal anymore and you don’t need anything else, you just need me.”

“But, my friends-“ But before you could finish your sentence, you were cut off by your reflection.

“They don’t want you! You only need me!” Your reflection yelled, clearing its throat, it told you once more.

“Take my hand.”

You hesitated. You didn’t want to take the hand, you knew that it was dangerous. But, the chatter of your friends continued to repeat itself in your head, its ringing was making your head spin and drowning out your sense of danger and uncertainty, making you temporarily forget all the good times you had with them and all the happiness you had experienced with them.

As the ringing in your head continued, you felt confused and broken, you didn’t know what to do. Your heart ached as you remembered the memories you made with your friends, for everything was fake. The happiness, the sadness, the trust, the comfort, everything had been fake.

You just wanted this feeling to stop.

Then, the ringing of your friends’ chatter in your head was soon replaced by the chanting of your reflection’s offer. Your reflection seemed to be so welcoming, you felt as if only your reflection understood you, you felt as if you could trust yourself with it, after all, it is a part of you, right?

Surely you could trust yourself with yourself.

So, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you extended your own hand towards your reflection. Placing your hand on your reflection’s, you felt your hand being gripped by it. You then opened your eyes to see that your reflection was holding your hand rather firmly with a peaceful look on its face.

But all of a sudden, your reflection looked back at you with a sharp look, its mouth twisted upwards into a menacing smirk as it tightened the grip it had on your hand. You let out a small gasp as you tried to pull your hand away, but you didn’t succeed, the grip on your hand was far too strong.

A black cloud began to form on your gripped hand as your reflection cackled. You finally managed to disconnect your hand from your reflection’s when you forcefully pulled your hand away. When you inspected your hand, your eyes could only widen in horror as you saw the cloud that continued to linger on your hand.

And it was slowly spreading.

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Grim had managed to get your friends’ attention as he questioned the harsh choice of words of your friends, but, your friends only looked at him in confusion as he did so.

“What do you mean Grim? We never said anything like that.” One of your friends replied.

“Fgnaaaaa! Don’t lie to me! Me and (Y/N) clearly heard you guys say those words.” Grim said angrily.

“But, Grim, we were doing homework, plus, we couldn’t talk since the professor was there.” Another friend stated. Grim froze in his place as he realized that he had just seen the professor leave the classroom as you were running away.

So, how did that chatter even happen? If it wasn’t from your friends, then…

“Oh no.” Grim said with a grim look on his face.

“What’s wrong Grim? Is everything okay?”

“No. You guys need to follow me. NOW.” Grim ordered your friends as he ran out the classroom, your friends gave each other a look of worry before rising from their seats and followed the furball.

Your friends had a hard time catching up with Grim as he swiftly navigated his way through the busy hallways of the school. Your friends were yelling questions to him, wanting answers for this sudden change of behavior.

“Just, follow me!! I don’t think (Y/N) is safe!!” Grim yelled back, hoping that his answer would satisfy the curiosity of your friends. As the furball ran, he was buried deep in his thoughts as well.

‘I hope you’re there (Y/N), you always go there whenever something’s wrong, please be there, please be safe… Please.’ Grim thought to himself as he continued to run, eventually running into a forest, the exact same forest that you were in.

However, when they got to you, it was already too late. Your figure was surrounded in a cloud of sheer blackness, leaving only your torso and head available. The cloud slowly rose up, covering your entire body little by little. It was getting hard for you to breathe, your body felt numb, you couldn’t move any parts of your body.

You were panicking, afraid that your friends will get injured just because you had made a wrong decision. You were also afraid for your own life, for you knew what was happening to yourself all too well. You’ve always managed to save the others from this situation, yet you have never thought that it would happen to yourself.

You thought that since you didn’t have magic, it would never happen to you.

Yet, here you are, experiencing the exact same thing that had happened to some of your friends.

“(Y/N)!” Your friends yelled for you, their faces donned looks of pure fear and shock.

You gave them one last look, it was a very interesting look.

It was a look of worry,

Yet it was also a look of sorry,

A look of terror,

And a look of horror.

Tears flowed out your eyes as the cloud slowly engulfed your torso and is partially engulfing your head. With one last breath, you muttered the following words:

“Run… Save… Yourselves…”

Darkness had consumed you as your vision was clouded by pitch black. You felt tired, sleepy, drowsy, your eyelids were heavy and they were drooping on their own. Yet, you tried to fight it, you weren’t going to it control your body with such ease. But it was no use, you had already accepted the darkness when you accepted your reflection’s hand.

Your friend’s smiling faces were the last thing on your mind as you fell into a deep slumber.

As the cloud began to disperse, everyone just stood there, looking at your figure that stood before them, or rather, what was once your figure.

“(Y/N)…” Your friends called out your name softly as they stared at the monstrous and black form you had donned on.

“We have to fight her to save her.” Grim said.

“We have no choice.” The furball continued as your friends nodded in agreement.

‘Hang on (Y/N), please, for us.’ Was the only thought on everyone’s minds as they readied their magic pens.

Let’s just hope they could save you like how you saved them.

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zonna-c · 3 years

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Overprotectiveness Might Be A Bad Thing...

This continues after Perfume Disaster

warning: soft/safe vore story

Mammon had ran to his room and sulked for the rest of the night and most of the morning. Only coming out when he heard Lucifer walk by, he quickly sprung out of his bed opening his door watching Lucifer disappear into Zonna’s room. Mammon glared at Lucifer when he came out of Zonna's room twenty or so minutes later and walking past his room. Lucifer smirked at him as he walked passed, mammon growl at him till he disappeared down the hallway before stepping out of his room and walking over to Zonna’s room knocking on the door.

But she didn't answer, he pressed his ear to the door hearing the shower. So she was in her bathroom he tried to door but found it was locked, he didn't want to just stand out here in the hallway waiting for her to get out of the shower so he picked the lock and sat down on her bed to wait but the soothing sound of the running water and the fact that he didn't sleep a wink, to worried about his human being eaten by his mean older brother…., Now that he knew she was safe and away from Lucifer it seemed his body betrayed him. By the time zonna came out of the bathroom he was fast asleep snoring loudly cuddling the small red dragon plushie that sat on her bed.

After scrubbing the drool off her skin, having to wash out her hair three times before she finally felt like she had gotten it all out, did she step off of the shower. “My knight in shining armor.” Zonna scuffed as she stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed towel drying her hair. She sat down next to Mammon running her finger through his soft fluffy white hair smiling when he mumbled her name in his sleep, she noticed the bags under his eye “poor baby, you didn't sleep last night it you?” she mumbled under her breath as she got up, throwing a blanket over him before heading to the kitchen to get some food and coffee.

“Beels not in here?” Zonna asked the empty kitchen, there was an almost empty pot of what looked like stew on the counter, the ladle still spinning like someone had run out of the room. she shrugged it off to hunger to care at that moment, she made some toast and looking around for something else to eat grabbing two apples before making herself and mammon a cup of coffee putting everything on a platter and carefully walking back to her room, almost drooping the whole thing when her door suddenly flew open mammon standing there wide eyed looking like he seen a ghost “something wrong?” zonna asked as she walk passed him setting everything down on her nightstand

“Ya should have woken me up! Don't go runnin off.” mammon grumbled

“Running off? But I didn't just wanted some food, it's not like I left the house.” Zonna said with a laugh as she picked up one of the pieces of toast taking a bite. Trying to play off the fact she had been eaten by Lucifer, maybe if she pretended it was a weird dream she could just forget about it.

“So, ya not scared?” mammon asked as he walked over to her grabbing one of the cup of coffee

“No, why?” Zonna asked, tilting her head “You're not going to try and take a bite too are ya?” zonna asked taking a step back from him wish he'd drop the subject

“N-noo” mammon mumbled looking away from her “cause, ya know! Lucifer….he umm he ate ya i thought…” mammon mumble holding the cup to his lips

“Yea…, kind of wish that didn't happen but I’d rather Lucifer over Beel. I think Beel wanted to actually take a bite out of me.” Zonna said with a shiver “but I'd rather not have to go through that again…” Zonna mumbled but she was blushing messing with her damp hair, it was clear she didn't really mean what she said.

“Huph I thought ya be all scared being trapped with..in mean old Lucifer overnight.” mammon grumbled

“Oh, so you came here to comfort me? Aww, that’s so sweet mammon.” zonna said with a laugh ruffling his hair “thank you” zonna said with a giggle glad he did, so she wasn't alone with her thoughts right now

“Ya b-but don't think too much into it, just don't want ya to freak out and get too scared to go to school and be like Levi or something.” mammon said trying to hid that he was blushing batting her hand away from his head “Ya hair’s wet” Mammon notice as he looked down at her

“Yea I did just got out of the shower.” Zonna said with a shrug as she finished eating her toast

“Ya going to blow dry it right?” mammon asked as he finished his cup of coffee

“Nope.” Zonna said happily as she try to walk out of her bedroom and away from mammon

“...come here.” Mammon growled, grabbing her hand making her sit on the bed before going to get her blow dryer and hairbrush. “what are ya going to do when ya go back to the human word and the great mammon wouldn't be there to blow dry your hair?”

“Let it dry on its own.” Zonna said with a shrug flinching when he flicked her ear “owww hey no messing with the ears!” she growl covering them with her hands

“Ya’ll get sick, ya need to blow dry your hair.” Mammon grumbled as he brushed out the tangles and drying it, making her hair fluffy with all the brushing

“Lalalal Can't hear you! not going to do it!” zonna said with a laugh still covering her ears protecting her earring from the evil brush

“Yo, ya promise me to dry your hair so you do get sick and die on me got it!” Mammon growled pulling her hands from her ears

“fine... mom.” Zonna said with a giggled that turned into a laughed as mammon turn off the hairdryer setting it aside tickling her instead

“Yo! It’s the great mammon to you silly human!” mammon said as he finger skillfully tickled her sides “Come on say it THE great mammon! I’m not letting you go till you say it!”

“U-uncle!” Zonna thrashed trying to pull his arms off

“Wrong answer!” mammon shouted as he hit one spot on her side that made her almost scream with laughed as she bucked and trying to get away from him almost kicking the coffee mugs off her nightstand

“T-the ahahha G-ahah Great mmmmmammon!” she said her face red with laughing tears running down her face she was laughing so hard

“And don’t ya forget it!” mammon huffed ruffling her know dry hair

Zonna's phone beeped a few times on the nightstand. She picked after she got control of her laughter and breathing again, reading through the texts “Oh no I forgot I was going to watch a new scary anime with Levi today.” she said as she got up

“Cancel” mammon said as he sat up grabbing her hand making her turn back to look at him

“I.., I can't, it's Levi. He'll over think it and get sad and be upset with me. I can't deal with that right now on top of anything else and I just...I need to get my mind off of what happened last night.” Zonna whines trying to pull her hand away from mammon

“Please?” mammon begged giving her his best puppy dog eyes gently pulling on her arm.

“Noooonono! You can’t just look all sad and I'll roll over, mammon! Levi has been going on about this anime for a whole month! And I really want to see it too. Why don't you watch it with us?” Zonna asked trying to find a way for them both to be happy

“No” mammon growled pulling her onto the bed wrapping her up in a bear hug “lucifer stole ya away and now Levi is trying to take ya away too.”

“Mammon you're being greedy, it's not like Levi going to eat me, we're just watching anime.” Zonna huffed trying to wiggle out of his grip

“You are staying, now, quit squirming or I'll eat ya.” Mammon growled resting his head on top of her with a big sigh “I…, couldn't fall asleep last night.”

“Aww were you really that worried about me?” Zonna asked as she rolled over to look at him and notice the bags under his eye again. He really didn't sleep. She knew Levi was going to be mad but she couldn't say no to Mammon right now...not with the sad sleepy puppy eye he was giving her. So she smiled at him, reaching up to rub his head. “Then take a nap, I promise I won't go anywhere.” Zonna said with a sigh rubbing his back throwing one of her legs over his moving herself closer, trying to get comfortable. He relaxed with a huge sigh holding her close and fell asleep almost instantly, snoring loudly she grumbled to herself it seemed she wasn’t going to get a nap, not like she was tired anyway she didn't want to admit, but she had slept great inside Lucifer's belly. With a bit of wiggling she got her phone out texting Levi that she had a headache and couldn't watch the anime today. They texted back and forth for a while and rescheduled. She played games and read stories in between rubbing mammon back and cooing to him when he mumbled something in his sleep holding her tighter.

She hears Beel’s heavy footsteps come up to her door and pause there for a long while before disappearing down the hall she sighs, poor Beel probably thinks she is scared of him now, she needed to talk to him later and Asmo too but for right now mammon needed her more. So all she could do was hope he could let her go soon….

It has been three day. Zonna was trying to bury the memories, and stop blushing around Lucifer, she didn't like it! No not at all….She didn't miss the all encompassing heat that made the house feel too cold now. The slow calming heartbeat, the rumbling purrs that work and the tension out of her shoulders…..the gentle rubs..the fact It was the best and safest hiding spot in devildom. No, she didn't like it! Not at all...

She flinched hard as a warm hand covered her forehead pulling her out of her thoughts. Mammon was sitting beside going on about a new money make scheme to in her room that she had totally zoned out on lost in her own head “ya running a fever or something? Ya face is really red.” mammon said as he looked her over, putting his hand on his forehead humming “I don't think so…” mammon mumbled “I'll go get the thermometer. just to check” Zonna groaned burying her head into her pillow, she almost wished lucifer would eat her again just to get away from mammon...

she was almost ready to go off on him. He didn't bring up what happened with lucifer again or bring up wanting to eat her, but it was clear that it bugged him, he was her shadow following her around like a lost puppy walking her to all her classes, following her everywhere, she had to kick him out of her room every night! He snored way too loud to sleep in her room even though she couldn't seem to get a good night's sleep anyway…..If his brothers wanted to hang out? He’d growl and whine, till they got in a fight. Or stalk them if they went out. Just all around messing up her hang out time with his brothers and being an overprotective jerk! He’d piss Lucifer off today by having the nerve to growl at him for getting too close to zonna in front of diavolo and ended up hanging from the ceiling and she wasn't going to help get him down, instead she went to find beel. Having to lure him out by making some chocolate chip cookies he had been a ghost for the past three days. She only got small glimpse of him here and there running away or peeking around the corner, she couldn’t sneak up on the gentle giant since he always seemed to know when she was coming and he wouldn’t look at her or talk to her at dinner the others where getting worry too and it pissed zonna off that he was running scared instead of talking.

So she was going to purposely going to burn the hell out of these cookies not putting on a timer, she knew Beel was hiding just out of sight by the growls coming from his stomach so she jump up on the counter sitting down legs kicking lazy as she played on her phone making it look like she forgot about the cookie and smirk hearing him hoping from foot to foot wanting to run in and save the cookie which were perfect right now….., two minute later he came running in and pulled the slightly crunchy cookie out of the oven.

“I knew you couldn't let the cookie burn.” zonna said with a laugh as she hopped off the counter

“How could you almost burn cookies!” Beel whined looking at the poor cookies

“Well tell me another way to get you to stop running and hiding, and I'll do that instead.” Zonna huffed ‘blocking’ the exit not like she could really stop him being only 5’1 and all

Beel grumbled looking down at her with a frown on his face “I thought, you were scared of me, for…..and that's…..That's what mammon said.” Beel said as he ate one of the still very hot cookies somehow

“Really what else did he say?” zonna growled crossing her arms

“That, that I should just leave you alone.” beel mumbled around the cookie

“Am I going to kill him!” Zonna growled, stomping her foot of course mammon why did it surprise her that mammon would say something stupid like that to keep his brother away from her with how his acting right know? She let out a sigh, walking over to Beel gently patting his back. “I am not scared of you, I was scared of the way you came at me like I was in a horror movie THAT day but I know you'd never tried to hurt me on purpose.” zonna said rubbing his back as he finished the cookies

“Ok.” beel said with a nod though he didn't seem convinced

“Come on beel I promise I am not scared of you, let’s cook or go watch a movie in your room or something i miss hanging out with you.” Zonna whined, hugging his arm looking up at him with her best puppy dog eyes “and I wouldn't have been trying to find you or hang out if I was scared of you silly.”

“Let’s do both!” beel said happily hugging her tightly and so they made more cookies, popcorn and got some candy from zonna hidden stash in her room before going to twins room

“Belphie not in here?” zonna asked as she looked around

“No lucifer lecturing him about sleeping through his classes and the meeting.” beel said with a sigh as he help her pick a movie before he sat down on the his couch which was more like a comfy chair

“Can’t you sit on the bed with me?” zonna mumbled as the movie started up. she smiled happily when beel got up sitting down next to her but leaving a big space between them and spreading out the snacks before happily chowing down

So she slowly moved closer as they watched the movie till she was next to him and leaning her head against his arm making him jump and look down “is something wrong?” beel asked as he finished off the last of the snacks

“Am just a little cold.” zonna mumbled he smiled moving his arm giving her a side hug she giggled snuggling into his side “thanks”

“Is something wrong?” beel asked petting her head

“No, why?” zonna asked looking up at him

“You normally don't snuggle.” beel said looking away to hiding his blushing face

“I'm slowly getting used to it, with how clingy all of you are, and you give the best hugs beel.” Zonna said and she snuggled into him. He was like a heating blanket just radiating heat. She rested her head on his chest hearing the loud thumps of his racing heart and the grumble and growl of his stomach, her eyes feeling heavy as she fought a yawn. maybe he'd let her sleep like this?

Beel purred loudly, Zonna almost mistaken it for a growl, with how deep it sounded as he moved to hug her tighter, the movie forgotten for now. As Zonna relaxed into his arms, hugging him back “you should purr more often, it's cute.” Zonna said with a giggled

“Humm you think so?” beel asked as he stomach growled loudly “am hungry” he grumbled sadly not wanting to let her go and waste the somewhat rare snuggly moment

“Those snacks didn't last long.” zonna said with a laugh pulling away for the hug to pat his belly, only to hear mammon shouting about how 'the great mammon was finally free' even thought it was muffled being at the other end of the house zonna frown rubbing her face with a sigh “I really don't want to deal with him.” she whined flopping back down against Beel

Beel grunted as she suddenly flopped back down onto his chest “Why is he acting so overprotective, did something happen?” Beel asked looking down at her as she buried her face in his chest he gently rubbed her back and she seem to slowly melt into his gentle touch

“Yea, that day with the perfume, lucifer…., he umm. Did something to piss mammon off.” Zonna grumbled

“He ate you didn't he?” Beel asked as he stopped rubbing her back grabbing his wrist instead looking away from her

“How do you figure that out?” Zonna asked not denying it looking up at Beel

“Well, the next day you smelled like lucifer but when I help fix all the scratches I made on the office door you scent was weak in there and it didn't smell like you had been in lucifer room either, and with the perfume effects…, that was the only way I could think of for you to smell so strongly of lucifer.” Beel said with a shrug

“Wait, is that how you've been avoiding me? Tracking me like a bloodhound and avoiding me?” Zonna asked as she sat up Beel looking sheepishly down at his wrist with a shrug “Ok you got to promise me this, no more avoiding me got it Beel? If there's a problem, come to me and don't listen to mammon.” Zonna huffed gently tugging his hand off his wrist holding it instead. It was easy to forget that Beel was smart and very aware of what was going around him since he was normally quiet, keeping his ideas and opinions to himself and always saying he's hungry.

“Promise.” Beel said with a smile holding her much smaller hand in his giant one

“Know, what are we going to do about mammon?” Zonna grumbled glaring at the door as she hear her name being called out from across the house

“You could talk to him?” Beel suggested

“I tried that, he just brushes it off like he ain't doing nothing wrong, but it seems like he doesn't want me alone with any of you now he thinks everyone wants to eat me, he just pissed off because Lucifer did it first.” Zonna grumbled before letting out a little yawn

“Oh, so has he?” Beel asked grabbing his wrist again

“No.” Zonna said shaking her head

“Oh, and you still want to hang out with me right?” Beel asked as he bite on his bottom lip

“Of course, I haven't gotten to hang out with you in almost three days! Because of mammon making you think I was scared of you.” Zonna whined “maybe I can hide in the closet?” Zonna asked

“Yea but the last time someone hid in the closet the ended up in the underground tombs” Beel said with a frown

“True wouldn't want to run into Cerberus.” Zonna said with a sigh looking around there wasn't much to hide behind in the twins room.

“Well, then… c-can, I?” Beel asked, his stomach grumbled loudly like it was trying to finish the question for him as he looked away from her, Zonna blushed playing with her hair, she was torn one part of her wanted to be held safe and close maybe she could finally get a good night sleep.... but other side she didn't want to admit it to let them know that she like it….but she felt so tired, and she knew mammon wouldn't leave her alone once he found her, probably be jealous that she with Beel, she winced as Mammon shouted her name again already getting a headache.

“Y-you know that spell that makes it safe in there?” Zonna asked, poking his middle, making him chuckle at the ticklish feeling. Screw her pride not like Beel would go bragging to his brother like Mammon would no need to hide that she wanted to be hidden away.

“Yes! I wouldn't have asked if I didn't know how to keep you safe! Zonna you are precious to me.” Beel said kissing her forehead

“Y-ou can….you know if you want to.” Zonna mumbled her face aflame as she looked away

“You're sure?” Beel asked gently moving her face so he could looking into her hazel eyes with his piercing purple ones

“Yes, I am sure that I want to hang out with you and be hidden away from guard dog mammon for a while.” Zonna said with a nod as they heard mammon voice getting louder

“Ok.” Beel said with a huge smile as he leaned down whispering the spell as she pulled off her leather jacket tossing in behind his couch just out of sight doing the same with her shoes just before he finished the spell, he smiling down at her as he gently grabbed her arms bring them to his face opening wide

“W-wait.” Zonna squeaked pulling her hand away

“Did I move too fast?” Beel asked letting go of her hands frowning worried he had startled her, that she would get up and run to mammon any second know and he be back to square one

“No, but lucifer…, he shrink me..,” Zonna said looking up at him a little confused

“I can get you down full sized with how small you are.” Beel said booping her on the nose making her pull her head back wiggling her nose like a bunny making Beel chuckle

“But the other will notice the bulge, you don't want the others to find out right?” Zonna asked worriedly, “I don't think Lucifer wanted everyone to know about….is.”

“Hummm I guess that's true.” Beel grumble not happy about having a smaller ‘meal’ but if that meant he could keep her longer it wouldn't be too bad so he asked her to close her eyes and he said the spell when she opened her eyes she was a lot bigger than last time still almost 2 and half feet tall “That’s the perfect size.” Beel purred, licking his lip trying not to drool to much as moved his hand to pick her up and stop short of grabbing her, he looked down at her waiting for her to move to his hands instead.

Zonna was glad he didn't just grab. Letting her have a second to adjust still a little worried about how big she was but with how much beel seemed to eat maybe his stomach was bigger than lucifer's? She thought as she shakily got to her feet walking on the soft uneven bed was hard as she pretty much fell into his hands he chuckled gently scooping her up into his arm hugging her tightly against his chest “thank you for trusting me.” Beel said happily petting her back as he pulls her away from his chest looking her over

“Of course I trust you Beel, and I should be thanking you for helping me hide from mammon….even if this is a odd hiding spot” Zonna said petting his nose making him chuckle his warm breath washing over her blowing her long brown hair back as mammon voice slowly got closer and closer as he continue his searching the other rooms for her

“You ready?” Beel asked, ruffling her hair smiling when she nodded bring her closer opening wide ready to push her head in, but he pause pulling back and closing his mouth “sorry, do you want me to, start with your feet or head?” Beel asked blushing as he licked his lips

“Head fine I don't know if I can't watch myself be.., eaten” Zonna said a helpless shrug Beel rubbed her back kissing her forehead again before opening wide easy pushing her head into his mouth his tongue greedy licked at her face but he was careful and gently his teeth gently rest on her shoulder and his licked and purred almost downing her in drool he couldn't get enough of her bittersweet taste, drool running down his chin as gently grabbed her hips and shoved as he gulp loudly already to her middle he purring only got louder and more like a growl as she wiggled and squirmed kicking her legs a little shocked at how fast he gulped her down, but she relaxed when he gently patted her leg trying to claim her as he licked her middle causing her to giggled and wiggled harder against him as he tickled her. She felt him rubbing his neck and her and from the way he kept licking her side she guessed he liked it when she wiggled. There was a knock at his door making beel gulp hard as he wiped the drool on his face quickly slurp up her legs as he sat up licking at her bare feet only once before swallowing frowning since he could savor the last of her but glad he got her down as mammon walked without Beel telling him he could come in, just missing the bulge slowly disappearing passed Beel’s collar bone

“Yo, ya see Zonna?” mammon asked as he looked around missing the way Beel middle wiggled a little as Zonna finally finishing her trip through Beel throat

“She's hiding from you.” Beel said letting out a little burp as he licked his lip, he could feel that she folded up weird but she was staying still since she hear him talking to mammon

“What? Why would anyone hide from the great mammon!” mammon said was a small laugh “Ya must of hear her wrong of something.” he said with a frown as he closed the door to continue his search for her

“He's gone.” Beel said as he rubbed his belly that push out against his shirt, purring when she moved around trying to get upright and comfy

“How long do you think before he panics?” Zonna asked petting the warm, soft red glowing walls

“with how well you normal hid...Two hours tops.” Beel whines as he laid down feeling full and sleepy the movie was just background noise drowning out Mammons calls for Zonna and her beeping phone somewhere in the room. Beel purring not wanting to get up as he rubbed his full belly wish he could have done this sooner

“Don't let me out no matter how much he begs if he finds out I want to stay.” Zonna mumbled with a yawn as she sleepy snuggled in against the front wall leaning into his rubs

“Promised” Beel purred rubbing his stomach and her, as it grumbled and growling happily around her, "luckly mammon sucks a tracking with his nose." Beel huffed

"yea" zonna mumbled, he smiled when he felt her go limp snoring soft inside him. Only then did he slowly roll over and fall asleep himself. He know he was going to awake to total chaos but the feeling of not only being fully but protecting someone he love within his body…, no one could get Zonna, no one knew where she was…., he could get used to this he thought as he curled up hugging his belly smiling to himself in his sleep.

Beel slowly woke up grumbling as he felt cold hands against his belly looking up to see belphie frowning down at him, his shirt pulled up showing off the big bulge Zonna was making on his normal rock hard abs “Beel, just what did you do?” Belphie asked his twin glaring at him

“She's fine, just sleeping. She said it was ok.” Beel mumbled sleepy with a yawn rubbing his belly feeling her roll over he purred as she wiggled around before settling back down never actually wake up

Belphie felt her move hearing beel stomach grumble happily around her as she did so and her soft snoring. He smile rubbing Beel's stomach making him purr “moving over, I want to snuggle too.” he said Beel nodded sleepy slowly moving over letting Belphie onto the bed the twins snuggled close and fell asleep quickly Zonna sandwich between the like always when they snuggled, she was just a little closer to Beel than ever before.

Meanwhile lucifer had hanged mammon up again after having a long talk with Belphie. He put a curse on mammon so he couldn't talk since he had been shouting Zonna named for the passed hour before lucifer walked around the house looking for her himself, he knew she would end up hiding for mammon eventually she hated beening coddled. But after checking all the normal spots she hid in and the roof then everyone room he ended up at twins room last he hope she was in here. He slowly opened the door knowing they’d both would be asleep by now, finding them curled up around each other but no zonna, he grumbled to himself know worried pulling out his phone texting her again only to hear the phones soft beep coming from in the room he slowly looked around more thoroughly spotting Zonna jacket with her phone in the pocket behind Beel couch along with her shoe he sighed walking back to the bed. Seeing just how big and round beel stomach was and just how quiet it was for this time of night. He carefully put his hand on Beel stomach pressing down feeling Zonna sleepy kick and moved from the sudden presser he pulled his hand back, and shook his head, patting both the twin heads before quietly leaving the room he dealt with them in the morning, there was no reason to wake them all up right now…., and he didn't want to find all his pens disassembled with the ink cartridge missing again….and she had threatened to disassembled his record player and cut the legs off his chairs last time he had woken her up in the middle of the night along with throwing a pillow at him…, Zonna, was a mastermind when it came to messing with him.... And he couldn't tie her up like his brother, he still punished her of course. But disturbing her sleep after three sleepless nights? He knew when to let his little rabbit sleep he was just surprised she let herself get eaten. He thought the sleeplessness was because of a nightmare of getting eaten again or something along those lines. He had been meaning to talk to her but mammon and his work just kept getting in the way. Now he needs to talk to her about not letting his brothers take advantage if she really did like it. And if she did? He smirks to himself, licking his lips as he thought about it, remembering her bittersweet flavor almost like coffee…. Maybe he had a new punishment for her….

Zonna woke up with a yawn trying to stretch out but something held her in place. She slowly opened her eyes to see a soft red glow coming from the warm, wet pink walls around her. She smiled to herself snuggling back down as she remembered what happened. Wanting to sleep in some more, she felt so relaxed as Beel stomach hugged and squeezed her, taking out all the tension in her muscles. It was easy to just close her eyes and fall back to sleep

Beel slowly woke up looking at his phone surprised that he had slept in, normally his stomach woke him up early, but it was happily grumbling hugging zonna tightly his smiled hugging the bulge she made as he slowly untangled himself from belphie purring when he felt her moved around rubbing back “so your up?” beel asked as he got to his feet with a loud yawn and a big stretch. His stomach tightened up around zonna hugging her so tightly that it popped her back a few time she almost purred herself as her back popped loudly though it made beel freak out going pale as his hand quickly moving to his belly but his panic was short lived and she rubbed at the front wall hard asking him to “Do that again!”

“I thought I hurt you.” beel said with a sigh of relief the color slowly returning to his face

“That felt great! Screw the Chiropractor just need some beel belly cuddles.” zonna almost purred as she rubbed and kneaded into the the stomach walls as a thank you making beel blush and purr he was going to try and sneak to her room to let her out but…., he found himself lying back down belphie snuggling into him again his stomach growled and hugging zonna happily he found himself slowly fall back to sleep thanks to Zonna lovely belly rubs.

Beel woke up later, zonna still fast asleep as he tried to sneak into her room but Mammon was in there sitting on the bed on his phone. He looked up at the beel as he walk in “yo ya know were zonna is at?” mammon asked looking up from his phone as beel froze like a deer in headlights he had zip up his jacket to help hid the bulge zonna made on his middle but he was suddenly very aware of it as he tense up tightening his stomach squeezing poor zonna tightly in place

“Not since yesterday.” beel said with a shrug his trying to look calm and normal and flinch when he hear zonna giggled inside him guess she was awake now…,

“I can’t find her anywhere! And Lucifer said to just leave her alone. He knows something I don't, I just know it! There's no way mister perfect can be so calm, well the exchange student is missing!” mammon growled as he tried texting zonna again “and she not answer my text or even looked at them.” mammon whined running his finger through his hair “I guess maybe I was being a little greedy about wanting to have her all to myself but that's no reason to just ignore me right?” Mammon whined looking over at Beel for his opinion, notice that his jacket was zipped up and he was holding his wrist looking a little nervous “ya ok Beel? ya cold or something?” Mammon asked as he got up from the bed walking over to Beel

“Am fine.” Beel mumbled hoping his mint mouthwash hide Zonna scent on his breath as he noticed just how much his stomach was pushing out against his jacket he should have made her smaller…,

“Ya sure?” mammon asked as he looked him over and noticed his stomach, mammon paled a little “Please tell me you just got back from raiding the whole kitchen and a restaurant.”

Beel whined shuffling his feet “ummm no” he said looking away from mammon

“Please tell me you didn't have a zonna snack.” mammon whined Beel flinched when mammon put his hand on his stomach, pulling away quickly when he felt something move

“She told me I could….,” Beel mumbled

“But why?” mammon whined looking down at Beel belly, the question wasn't for him but for Zonna

“Cause I wanted some space…..” Zonna huffed as she petted the walls making Beel squirm as he fought not to purr and drown out her voice

“Space? But ya in Beel gut! It is not very spacious in there.” mammon growled not getting it at all.

“Not literally! Space from you mammon! You've literally been my shadow since Lucifer ate me! You wouldn't let me be by myself or with any of your brothers, and you told Beel I was scared of him! What's up with you?” zonna growled, mammon whining staring down at the ground so he really did screw up….but he thought she was scared of being eaten again..he was just trying to help....guess he was wrong about that.

“Zonna, that's enough.” Beel said, patting his belly, feeling awkward being in the middle of their argument…, literally “umm, I'm going to let her out you guys should talk this out face to face.” Beel mumbled rubbing his belly sad that he would loss the wonderful warm fullness she provided but he need real food and she need to talk to mammon

“Na, she wants space so bad I'll give her space.” mammon grumbled pushing pass Beel slamming the door shut as he stomp down the hallway

“Did you have to be that mean?” Beel asked with a sigh as he rubbed his belly walking into her bathroom

“It..,I didn’t mean for it to come off like that.” Zonna mumbled sadly

“He was just worried about you, you know how he is.” Beel huffed before he let her out have to cough and dry heave a little before her feet slowly worked there way back up he had to fight hard not to gulp her back down as he opened his mouth over her little bathtub grabbing her slimy legs gently pulling on them to help get her out finally her head popped free and he put her down in the tub undoing the shrinking spell

“Yea I know.” Zonna said looking down shivering hard in the cold bathtub shocked but the sudden change of temperature

“Am sure he'll come back soon.” Beel said as walked out of the bathroom letting her get clean up.

Mammon didn't come back home that day or the next day missing school, Zonna tried to skip to go look for him but lucifer wouldn't allow her. So as soon as she got home she begged Levi to track mammon phone putting the tracker on her phone before taking off, only for Beel to be wanting for her at the front door “I'm going with you, but I'll leave when we find him so you have time to talk.” Beel said as he opened the door for her

“Thank you Beel I owe you dinner.” Zonna said with a smile as she and Beel set out, they thought mammon would be at the casinos or something but the signal on her phone said he was deep in forest somewhere, slowly they followed it to a clearing, finding mammon in his demon form laying down in the grass staring up at the stars. It was starting to get late, Beel pushed her forward making her stubbled out of the wood she glared at him over her shoulder before walking over to mammon thumbs hooked in her pockets as she looked down at him

“Found you.'' Zonna said with a small smile, that was what he always said when he found her in a newest hiding spot. He looked up at her startled wings twitching a little as he sat up. Beel when back to the house knowing mammon wouldn't let her wander around the the forest by herself

“Get lost, I don't want to talk to ya.” mammon growled his left wings gently pushing against her leg trying to push her away "how ya find me anyway?" he growled

“But I don't want to go.” Zonna said as she push against his wing sitting down beside him

“Get lost or I'll..I'll eat ya!” mammon growled showing off his sharp canines flaring out his big wings trying to look scary

Zonna leaned back she hated when people got up in her face “That's…, that's the best you could come up with?” Zonna said smiling when he flinched back, she reaching out to ruffle his hair he blushing and grumbled something batting her hand away

“A-am serious!” mammon growled blushing when his stomach growled loudly seeming to agree with him

“When was the last time you had anything to eat? That growl could rival Beels.” Zonna said Poor mammon, your belly sounds like it's starving she thought as she leaned closer like she wanted to snuggle, it was getting cold fast as clouds started to gather

“Cuttt it out Zonna!” mammon stuttered his wings flapping nervous as he gently tried to pushed her away

“Fine.” Zonna huffed as she got up holding her hand out to him “come on then let's go home.”

“Na.” mammon said as he lay back down

“Na?” Zonna asked

“I don't want to go home yet.” mammon said with a shrug not looking at her

“Really?” Zonna asked crossing her arms

“Yea ya said to give ya space so the great mammon giving it to ya!” mammon grumbled glaring up at her

“Ugh, not like that mammon! You!!” Zonna growled, walking away from him, pacing for a minute trying to convince herself that kicking him or stepping on his stupid face was a bad idea. Before coming back, kneeling down beside him, making him look over at her “you're a dummy.” Zonna huffed suddenly, hugging him tightly making him freeze up as she almost whisper “I didn't say to get lost, I just don't want you getting into a fight with your brother over me and I like to hang out with all of you guys, mammon. You just have been too much of a grumbly guard dog lately.” Zonna said as she lay down beside him resting her head on his chest

“Grumbly guard dog?” mammon huffed

“Old grumble guard dogs that's all bark no bite.” Zonna said with a giggle as mammon grumbled not know what to say to that

“I- I get tied up and you go…, and get eaten by Beel! What up with that uh? I leave you alone and the first one of my brothers you run into eats you!” Mammon growled gently smacking the top of her head making her sit up to look up at him.

Zonna blushed, staring down at Mammon's chest, her finger lightly tracing his white birthmarks, making him shiver. His face aflame “Well I just wanted to talk to Beel cause he's been avoiding me and…., you’ve been really unreasonably jealous and just... I haven't been sleeping well….” Zonna said with a helpless shrug "its...nice" she whispered blushing

“Ya haven’t been sleeping well?” mammon asked sitting up pushing her off his chest as he did so

“Yea, that big devildom's history test has got me a little nervous and the nightmares have not helped.” Zonna said with a sigh

“How did I not… nevermind.” mammon grumbled to himself

“Oh don't beat yourself up about it mammon, I was trying to hide it, I didn't want you to be worrying about me even more.” Zonna said with a laugh ruffling his hair making him blush

“YOUR MINE HUMAN, I'm your first! and your protector. I have the right to worry as much as I want too.” mammon growled

“There is the great mammon I know and love.” Zonna said with a laugh

“L-llove?” mammon mumble face aflame

“Of course silly I love you and all your brothers.” Zonna said, kissing his forehead “which means I want to hang out with all of you so you cant have me all to yourself greedy mammon.” Zonna said booping him on the noise

“But am the avatar of GREED the great mammon! and I'm still your first!” mammon grumbled

“Yes you are,” Zonna said with a giggle before shivering as the wind picked up the smell of rain hitting her nose. “It smells like rain.” Zonna said was she looked up seeing the dark clouds covering the stars

“Yea, it's supposed to storm tonight.” mammon huffed

“So we should head back.” Zonna said mammon nodded blushing looking away as he covered his belly with his hand as it let out another loud angry growl

“Yea, sounds good, let's go.” mammon mumble as he got up the wind started to pick up

“So you're going to give me some space and let me hang out with your brothers again right?” Zonna asked crossing her arms

Mammon sighed, his wings drooping low, almost touching the ground “guess I have to so you stop getting eaten by them to hang out and to hide from me.”

Zonna giggled “No promises.” before shivering as the wind howled through the trees “you're not cold?” She asked hugging herself tight with another shiver walking beside him.

“The great mammon never gets cold!” mammon said as he walked over to her wrapping her up in a tight hug his wing wrapping around her blocking out the wind she snuggle close feeling the heat radiating off his skin

“No fare,” Zonna mumble with a shiver

“I could probably get us home fast if I picked ya up.” mammon stated petting her head

“That's fine just this one time though!” Zonna growled as mammon picked her up easily caring her his wing wrapped around himself to block the wind as he hurried home hoping to bet the rain blushing when she snuggled into him glad everyone was already indoor as he walked quickly and gapping softly when he felt her go limp in his arms asleep completely trusting him not to drop her.

By the time he got to the front door zonna was fast asleep in his arms he changed out of his demon form and awkwardly opened the door find lucifer waited for them on the other side of the door making him jump

“I see she found you.” lucifer said as he uncrossed his arms walking over

“Ya” mammon mumbled looking down at her

“You miss a council meeting.” Lucifer said with that devilish smirk of his making mammon gulp loudly “I see that Zonna tried herself out worrying about you.” Lucifer said gently brushing her hair out of her face making mammon back up, holding her closer to himself letting out a little growl Lucifer raised an eyebrow “you need to get over it mammon, or she's just going to push you away again if you cling too closely.” Lucifer said as he walked away but just before he disappeared down the hallway he said “especially since she seems to like it.” smirking at mammon over his shoulder

Mammon grumbled to himself as he walked to Zonna room pulling her down in her bed tucking her in, he sighed softly tucking her hair behind her ear kissing her forehead “I just…, want it to be special.” he whisper when he made his pact with her he was pissed off, he wanted to eat her but he wanted it to be better than his brothers so she’d come to him and only him. He just hadn't thought of something good enough yet. He sighed, getting up walking out to get something to eat hoping Beel had not raided the fridge yet. Only to run into Lucifer seems he wasn't going to let him get out of his punishment.

“Something special?” Zonna mumbled as she sat up pulling off her shoes, having woken up when he set her down on the bed and she lost her source of heat. She signed shaking her head hearing mammon scream and getting dragged away just outside of her door as the storm raged outside, she rolled over falling asleep to the sound of rain pounding on her window if she woke up she go free mammon maybe….,

#safe vore #soft vore #shall we vore #my wriitng

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Change of Mind | Mina

CEO!AU | meet messy | “You confuse me.”

Wordcount: 1,430

“Dang it! Who comes late to a job interview?!”

You cursed yourself breathlessly as you ran down the street towards the tall glass skyscraper in front of you.

This morning, everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. First, you didn’t hear your alarm. Then, you spilled coffee on your shirt which ultimately caused you to miss the last subway that could have gotten you here on time. Now you were already running five minutes late and you hadn’t even entered the building yet.

“Who am I even supposed to meet?”

Panicked, you tried to recall whose name you had read in the mail, but you completely blanked. While silent curses rolled off your tongue, you hectically fished for your phone in your bag as you kept running in full speed. You probably should have known that your attempt at multitasking couldn’t end well, but in midst of all that stress, you ignored the red flags. It wasn’t until you ran into something, or better someone full force that you were humbled again. The collision knocked the air out of your lungs, but you were even more bothered by the hot liquid that seeped through your shirt.

“Are you serious?!”

A voice quivering in anger made you flinch, and you reluctantly lifted your gaze to look at the victim of your clumsiness.

“Oh no.”

The moment you laid eyes on the person, your face became paler than ever, and your heart stopped beating. This couldn’t be. No one in this world could have that much bad luck.

The person standing in front of you was none other than Myoui Mina; youngest female, self-made multimillionaire of the country and the CEO of the company that you wanted to work for.

“M-Ms. Myoui, I-I’m so sorry.”

You stuttered ashamed but she didn’t even seem to hear your apology.

“Do you know how expensive this shirt is?! You shouldn’t make other people pay for your obvious incapability to manage life.”

She growled while patting a napkin on the huge coffee stain that was ruining her perfectly white, and very expensive looking blouse. Ashamed, you looked to your feet and endured her yelling silently.

“A diligent and decent person wouldn’t have to run anywhere. That’s what differentiates the successful from the scum. I would-“

The young CEO went on and on until she finally looked up from her shirt, causing her to suddenly stop cursing you. Her fiery gaze met yours before it wandered down your body as she examined you shamelessly. Your cheeks seemed to have caught fire and you helplessly stood there, not being able to utter a word while you let the woman do whatever she wanted.

Eventually she was done eyeing you and looked into your face again with an unreadable expression. She seemed to enjoy making you sweat bullets though as she stared at you silently with an amused glint in her eyes until you couldn’t even remember what a beating heart felt like. Everything around you seemed to be so distant as all of your attention was drawn to her flawless face. She seemed to be casting a spell on you that only she would be able to break, which she did by clearing her throat.

“Aren’t you late to something?”

She eventually piped up, causing you to gasp; you had totally forgotten about that.

“Um...I- yes. I- your shirt.”

You stammered, still not being able to think straight. Nervously, you started searching for your purse in your bag to compensate for the ruined blouse when the CEO suddenly put her hand on top of yours.

“Go.”

She ordered you with a stern expression on her face that forbade you to be disobedient. Awkwardly, you bowed to her while mumbling incomprehensible apologies before rushing to the entrance of the company.

You still felt dazed as you walked to the reception in the huge foyer to announce your arrival. The lady behind the counter looked at you disapprovingly, making you remember that you had a huge brown stain on your shirt while your hair stuck to your sweaty face.

This whole morning was a disaster.

Therefore, you weren’t even surprised when the head of the department responsible for your job interview instantly started yelling at you when you entered the conference room.

“Who do you think you are? Do you think I’m only waiting for you? And then you appear here looking like that?”

He pointed up and down your body and you felt a lump forming in your throat. You were slowly reaching your breaking point. But the head of the department didn’t even look like he was close to being done with you. He inhaled deeply, getting ready for another batch of accusations when a different voice caused your breath to hitch in your throat.

“Is that how you deal with all of our applicants? Do you think that’s good publicity for my company? My god, you must have been raised by animals. Your incompetence is truly astonishing.”

All of a sudden, Myoui Mina appeared next to you and you stared at her with wide eyes.

First, she yelled at you and now she was defending you?

Calmly, she looked at you while the head of the department stammered justifications and apologies. Once again, she had that same unreadable expression in her face that made you lose all sense of reality. If she could make everyone feel this way, you had no trouble understanding why she was so successful.

“Well, I don’t really have time for your irrelevant babbling. For your sake, however, I hope that you will quickly fill this position with the right person. Otherwise...well, I think I will not be having any use for you.”

Calmly, the CEO averted her gaze from you to look at the head of department with a cold smile on her face. He looked like he had seen a ghost, but Mina didn’t bother to lose any more words, choosing to turn on her heel and strut out of the room instead. Now you were almost feeling sorry for the poor guy in front of you. He was looking even worse than you now and nervously asked you to sit down before starting the shortest job interview that you had ever experienced. After only five questions, he offered you the job to your surprise, but you weren’t dumb enough to question his decision. Therefore, you gratefully accepted the offer before leaving the conference room after only 10 minutes on shaky legs.

Why did this day feel like it was 48h long?

So many things had already happened that it seemed to be too much for one day alone. Therefore, you closed your eyes as soon as the door to the conference room closed to take a deep breath. You really needed to do something to steady your heartbeat if you didn’t want to die of a heart attack right on the spot.

But apparently you weren’t granted to catch your breath.

“Congratulations.”

For the third time this day, the same voice caused your heart to skip a beat.

Slowly, you turned your head to see that your future boss was leaning against the wall right next to the door of the conference room. Perplexed, you stared at her. Had she been waiting for you? What did this mean? All of your thoughts were jumbled in your brain and you had trouble finding an answer.

“I- thank you. It’s just-“

You stammered, feeling completely confused as to why this woman was suddenly so nice to you. Expectantly, she waited for you to finish your sentence until she realized that you were at a loss for words again.

“It’s just what?”

She chuckled while pushing herself off the wall to move closer to you, causing you to gulp.

“It’s just...I don’t understand why you’re doing this for me. You confuse me.”

You blurted out without thinking, causing Mina to laugh.

“You’ll figure it out soon.”

She stepped even closer to you to the extent that your bodies were almost touching, causing goosebumps to run down your spine.

“Anyways, see you Monday.”

All of a sudden -like she had not just caused you to almost faint- Mina stepped back before winking cheekily and turning on her heels to walk away.

Completely dumbfounded, you stumbled backwards, having to support yourself on the wall to stop yourself from falling as you watched her disappearing around the corner.

Was this all just a fever dream?

You couldn’t have truly caught the attention of the richest, most beautiful but also most intimidating woman ever...or could you?

#drabble game #mina drabble #twice drabble #mina #twice #girl group drabble #girl group #girl group scenario #kpop scenario #kpop drabble #kpop #idolxreader

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Trials and Tribulations - Spencer Reid x Reader

chapter twelve of “all bets are off”

there is no amount of preparation that is sufficient enough for your life anymore tbh

warnings: smut, bondage, edging, overstim, more intense degradation than usual idk i was in a mood

Day number one of being officially involved with Spencer, and it was already a doozy.

When you had arrived at work you had entirely expected some sort of subtle sexual spectacle to occur. You had already fucked at work once, so you went in prepared for absolutely anything sexual that could be thrown your way. However, to your utmost surprise, there was absolutely nothing. In fact, Spencer had been all-but ignoring you the entire day. He said hello, sure, but when you lingered at the coffee pot for a little bit longer than usual, expecting him to come up and make some conversation, he didn’t even throw a glance your way. You didn’t even have the strength to be disappointed, the only emotion you could muster was confusion. For the first time in a week your workday was completely normal. Things were somehow less sexual now that you had agreed to sexual things. What the fuck?

When you made it to the end of the workday without incident you had convinced yourself that the previous two nights had been a fever dream and there was nothing between you and Spencer at all. The only indication of that being untrue were the bruises you had worked so hard to cover on your neck. You couldn’t take it anymore. It’s not like you wanted Spencer’s attention or anything, but he couldn’t give you the cold shoulder after everything you had been through. As you walked through the parking lot you saw him, and you let your emotions get the best of you, jogging up behind him and pouting.

“Hey.” You called out. He stopped, turning on his heel. You swore you saw that cocky look you had come to despise flash on his face for a moment.

“Hey Y/N.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you like… mad at me? Or something?” You questioned. It was the only reason you could think of for him to behave this way.

“You think I’m mad at you?” He repeated. Nice way to not answer the question.

“Well, yeah. I dunno, you’ve just been acting weird all day.” You explained.

He let out an amused huff. “What? Not used to not getting my undivided attention?” He teased.

“N-No! It’s not just that. You’re just being all weird and reclusive.” You groaned. “So are you mad at me or what?”

“No,” He chuckled. “I’m not mad at you. I just knew you were expecting something out of me today, and it’s no fun when you expect it. I guess it worked as an effective form of punishment, though. Wouldn’t you say?”

What? Punishment? Is that what this had been? “Would you care to tell me why I’m being punished?” You asked, rolling your eyes.

“What other reason would there be for punishment? You broke one of the rules. And there are only two of them so far, so that’s quite a difficult task. But somehow you managed to do it.” He told you, seeming amused by the look of immediate defiance on your face.

“Huh? I didn’t break shit!” You exclaimed. “I literally don’t know what you’re talking about, dude.” You added. Yikes. Now you were just giving him genuine reasons for punishment. Maybe you really did need to learn how to control your mouth.

“Oh come on. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Like I said, we only have two established rules. There aren't many options here.” He waited for you to come to the answer on your own, watching expectantly.

Two rules. Right. You had asked for his permission to cum, so the only thing left was... oh, no fucking way. “Spencer, if you’re trying to tell me that I broke a rule by masturbating without asking I swear to god.” You whisper-yelled. “I hadn’t even agreed to this whole thing yet. The rule wasn’t even implemented at the time.”

He raised a brow, a doubtful look in his eyes. “Is that how you see it?”

“It’s not how I see it, Spence, it’s how it is.” You retorted. “What kind of punishment is ignoring me, anyway. A stupid one.” You groaned, running a hand through your hair in frustration.

“Well, I agree, there’s definitely a point to be made about if you truly broke the rules, that’s why the ‘punishment’ was so minimal.” He began. You nodded along, agreeing. “But,” You felt your stomach drop a bit. But? “If you’re going to complain about the simplest, ‘stupid’ punishments like this, I guess I can forgo trying to extend the same courtesy in the future. And let me remind you,” He took a step closer to you, leaning down a bit. “I’m the one in charge here. If I decide I want to bend you over my knee and leave bruises on that pretty little ass of yours, or tie you to the bed and watch you cry and beg for me to let you cum, I can. And the funny part is, I bet you wouldn’t even fight it once I started, would you? For someone who likes to complain, you never seem too opposed to what I do to you,” He spoke under his breath, slowly. You swore he could probably hear your heart beating out of your chest. He straightened himself a bit, voice returning to a normal volume. “Besides, if it was up to you to decide when and how you get punished I doubt it would be an effective form of discipline.”

You felt your heartbeat speed up. Okay, this was more like it. This is what you had expected today. “Maybe I’d respect your decisions more if they made more sense, genius.” You shrugged, mind racing with thoughts of him doing all the things had said and more. If that’s what his idea of punishment was you weren’t too scared about egging him on even more.

You heard footsteps coming up behind you and the beep of a car being unlocked. “Hey, guys. Was there some sort of parking garage party I wasn’t invited to?” Derek grinned, approaching you.

“Oh, you know I’m not the partying type.” Spencer chuckled.

“Maybe, but little miss Y/N over here could bring the party animal out of anyone, if you know what I mean.” Morgan teased.

“Is that how you see me?” You feigned offense.

“It’s a compliment, doll, I promise.” He laughed.

There was a brief silence before Spencer spoke. “Well, thanks for talking me to about that case, Y/N. I won’t hold you any longer, I know you have plans tonight.”

Confusion washed over you. What? Case? Plans tonight? You stared at him, and he met your eyes, and you swallowed, realizing what he was doing. Alright. Apparently you had plans tonight. “Oh, right. Yeah. Any time, Spence. See you later. Bye, Derek!” And with that, you turned on your heel, walking off to your car.

You got the text at 9 pm. You waited a few minutes to reply, making sure it didn’t look like you had been waiting for your phone to buzz. Which you totally hadn’t.

‘Are you home?’

You smirked to yourself. Why not fuck with him a bit more? ’Nope.’

‘Oh? Where are you, then?’

You thought for a moment. What would piss him off? ‘Remember my friend I got dinner with? He’s in town again. I thought we could get dinner again since I had to leave so rudely last time.’

You saw the bubbles indicating Spencer was typing for a moment until they disappeared. You frowned, but it was short-lived as the notification of his reply dinged. ‘So if I walked into your apartment right now, I wouldn’t see a needy little slut with her phone in her hand who thinks teasing daddy is funny?’

You giggled to yourself. It was bit funny. ’I dunno. I guess you could just make the drive and find out, but don’t be mad when no one is home.’

‘Oh, I think I’ll take my chances, because if you’re home like I know you are, I’m going to fuck you senseless.’ You felt a rush of adrenaline as you read the message, putting your phone down and waiting patiently for the knock at your door.

It came 30 minutes later, and you hesitated for a moment, hoping to scare him a bit. After a few moments, though, you made your way to the door, opening it up to reveal a clearly annoyed Spencer.

Suddenly you were being pulled into your bedroom and pushed onto the bed, head landing on the pillows. His lips were on yours, his hands trailing up and down your sides. You shivered and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. His lips left yours and before you had time to react they were attached to your jawline, then your neck. You let out a string of moans and curses as he marked you. Spencer smirked against your skin. “What happened to your friend?” He mumbled, already knowing the answer.

“What friend?” You replied, hands tangling in his hair.

“That’s what I thought.” He scoffed, pulling your shirt over your head and unbuttoning his own. As soon as both items of clothing were on the floor you pulled his lips back to yours and his hands traveled behind your back, unhooking your bra, and then separating from you you could throw it to the side. You ran your hands up and down his bare chest and stomach. “You don’t know what you do to me, baby” He breathed out before leaning down and kissing every inch of your bare chest, down to your stomach.

“Spencer, please.” You begged. His fingers played with the hem of your pants.

“Needy now, aren’t we?” He pulled them off slowly, painfully slowly, eyes locked on yours.

“God damnit you’re such a tease.” You said through gritted teeth. He just laughed at your annoyance, kissing up and down your thighs.

“More. Please.” You whined.

“More what?” He planted a long kiss on your inner thigh, biting down and surely leaving a bruise.

“Sir, please. I need you. Do something. Anything.”

He didn’t reply, fingers toying with the waistband of your underwear. You glared at him. He glanced up at you. “So angry.” He noted. “But daddy gets to decide when you deserve to feel good.” He pulled your panties down, hesitating for a moment before running a few fingers down your slit. You shivered and bit back a moan. “You’re so wet for me, baby girl.” He said breathily as he admired the slickness covering his fingers.

“Mmhm.” You nodded quickly, too desperate to form words. He repeated his actions, but instead of pulling his hand away, he slipped a single finger inside of you. You shut your eyes tightly and moaned. His eyes didn’t leave your body as he added a second digit and began to move them in and out slowly. “Faster. Please.” You moaned again.

“Patience, baby.” His pace sped up gradually, pleasure building in the pit of your stomach. Suddenly he added a third finger and curled them. You saw stars. “I–fuck, I’m close.” You managed to get out. His fingers stilled, slowly sliding out of you, and you groaned in frustration. “W-What?!” You questioned.

“You really don’t understand, do you? Such a mindless little cumslut. Does daddy need to remind you who you belong to?”He breathed out, bringing his fingers up to your lips. His other hand moved to your jaw, opening it to allow his fingers to slip inside. “I own this dirty little mouth.” He explained as you began to gently suck on his fingers, tasting yourself on your tongue. He pulled them out after a moment, trailing down back to where you needed him most. “I own this tight little pussy.” His fingers were inside you again

Your hips bucked as his thumb played at your clit. You felt yourself inching closer to your climax again. He pushed your hips down with his free hand and continued to pump in and out of you, leaning down to capture your lips in an aggressive kiss. Your body was twitching around his fingers and you moaned into his mouth. You prayed he wouldn’t pull away again, but it didn’t matter, before you could reach your peak his fingers had left you again, emptiness overtaking your senses. He pulled his lips away from yours, hair falling into your face. “I almost forgot, you owe me something from last time, don’t you?”

Oh, fuck. You did owe him, and of course, he’d choose the most inconvenient time to call in the favor. You sat up a bit, watching as he palmed himself through his pants. “Let me help.” You offered, a hand moving on top of his, figuring the sooner that you did the deed the sooner he’d allow you to cum.

He watched as your fingers worked at the zipper of his pants and he helped you tug them down, his boxers following quickly after. A new desire grew inside of you. Yes, you wanted to cum, but more than that you wanted to make him feel good. You leaned down, tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, and he shuddered, moaning. You did it again, this time taking him partially into your mouth, cheeks hollowing. His breath was ragged, a hand raking through your hair and collecting it into a ponytail in his fist. You teased him just a bit more, pulling away for a moment before moving to take as much of him as you could. His eyes were on you and you looked up to meet them, head bobbing up and down. The look of pure bliss in his eyes only fueled the lust inside of you, tongue working to bring him closer to climax. You felt him twitch in your mouth, an indication that he was in fact close, and you sped up. He seemed torn between watching you or shutting his eyes in pleasure, hand gripping your hair just a bit harder. “You’re such a good girl,” he stuttered out, voice breaking a bit. A few seconds later you felt a warm liquid fill your mouth as he moaned, his hips bucking up slightly as he came. You did your best to swallow it all, licking the remainder of it up as he eased himself out of your mouth.

He was looking at you with a look of pure lust and admiration and you felt yourself blush. Spencer looked like he was pondering something for a moment, and suddenly he was leaning down, grabbing something from next to the bed. It was the bag you had barely noticed he was holding when he walked into your apartment. Out of it, he pulled out a long, thick strand of rope. Your eyes widened. “Do you just carry that around?” You half-joked, watching as he fiddled with it in his hands.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked darkly, opting to ignore your remark.

“Y-You, sir.” You replied.

“That’s right, baby, now you’re learning. So now you’re going to show daddy that you can be a good girl, rather than a needy little brat who whines when she doesn’t get what she wants.” He leaned forward, grabbing your wrists and gently tying them together. “Okay?”

You nodded. “Yes, daddy. I can be a good girl.”

When your wrists were properly bound he glanced up at the headboard of your bed and let out a long exhale, tying the loose end of the rope to it. You were shaking a bit, wrists flexing in an attempt to gain some leeway, but to no avail. You were stuck, exposed.

“Remember the rule, baby. You can’t cum without permission.”

He leaned down, spreading your legs, and began to eat you out, tongue darting in and out of you, hands pressed firmly against your thighs to keep them separated. Your body reacted immediately, hands moving to touch him, but of course, you were only met with the sting of rope burn from the restraints that kept you in place. You were writhing, the sensation and lack of control driving you wild.

Spencer could feel that you were close, so he pulled away, but before you could complain he pushed 2 fingers into you and let his thumb replace his mouth on your clit. “You can’t cum yet, baby girl. Hold on for me.” He said huskily.

You nodded silently, willing yourself to hold on. But it was so good, and his fingers were moving so quickly, curling and hitting the spots inside of you that set your entire body ablaze. After a few more seconds you both knew you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You moaned loudly as you came, panic spreading through you as soon as you could form a thought. Oh god. Oh, fuck, what had you done? You could see Spencer was angry he didn’t stop stimulating you until you had ridden out the orgasm, paying. “D-Daddy... I-I’m sorry.” You stuttered out as he looked at you with a sense of calm that was infinitely more frightening than if he had looked upset.

“Mhm.” He replied shortly.

You felt guilty. Genuinely guilty. What the fuck had he done to you to make you feel so bad about disobeying him? Fuck. “I’m sorry I just couldn-”

He cut you off, slamming 3 fingers into you, hard. “Now I have no choice but to show you what happens when you cum before I tell you to.” He said simply, pumping in and out of you at a vigorous pace. You cried out from the unexpected intrusion, almost slamming your hands into the headboard as your arms and hands fought with the restraints. “You can’t do anything right, can you? Fucking useless whore. You’re lucky I don’t make you get yourself off. Or leave you here tied up and pathetic all night, listen to you cry and beg for me to touch you.” He rambled. It didn’t take long for you to become close again, his words paired with the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you was far too much to handle.

“Oh, fuck, S-Sir, I-“

“Do whatever the fuck you want. It’s not like you listened the first time, you dumb slut." You felt tears begin to form in your eyes as you came a second time, overstimulation becoming more prominent as he didn’t even begin to slow down.

He was pinning your hips down, your body incapable of moving besides the shaking of your legs that you couldn’t quite control. "Stop I, I can’t.” You stuttered out, Spencer’s pace didn’t falter. You felt tears cloud your vision. “I, fuck, it’s too much. I can’t.” You moaned.

“Oh come on. So fucking weak, aren’t you? Begging me to stop. Didn’t you want to cum, baby girl? Isn’t this what you wanted? I told you I’d have to fuck you senseless. I haven’t even fucked you and you’re gonna cry. Go ahead. Cry for me.”

So you came again, sobbing.

Tears streamed down your face now, and your entire body was shaking. You incoherently mumbled that you couldn’t do it anymore, and Spencer’s pace softened slightly. “One more, baby. It’ll make up for your little accident earlier.” He cooed. You nodded as the tears spilled from your eyes.

He pulled his fingers out and you were almost grateful for the break as he repositioned himself to fuck you. Tears were still falling down your cheeks, your wrists were red and irritated, aching from how hard you had been pulling against the ropes. You were completely overwhelmed as Spencer pushed himself inside you fully, stretching you open, your nerves feeling like they were on fire. “Fuck yes,” Spencer moaned roughly. “You feel so fucking good.”

He was thrusting in and out of you now, a hand on your face, thumb wiping away your tears, and although it was a sweet action, it felt anything but sweet in nature. “Look at you, so pathetic for me.” He cooed. “You’re lucky you look so pretty with mascara running down your face.”

Your upper body had almost gone limp, unable to find the strength to tug against the rope that was still just as tight as it had been when he first tied it.

“Cum with me, slut.” Spencer breathed out, eyes locking with yours. Your mind was blank, only aware of how fucking good he looked like this and how your body could barely take much more of this.

You couldn’t help it though, as you came a final time, almost screaming with pain and pleasure. You were shaking, mind drawing a complete blank, the all-too-familiar feeling of warmth dripping down your thighs comforting you.

Spencer slowed to a stop, reaching up to untie your wrists and then sitting on the bed next to you. You rolled your wrists as they tingled and ached, curling into a ball as Spencer played with your hair soothingly. You did so well, baby girl.” He praised, wiping your remaining tears. You nodded silently. “Did I push you too much?” The question seemed genuine, which almost surprised you.

“No, no. I’m okay.” You said softly, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Good.”

Once you had calmed down a bit you found yourself feeling overly emotional again. You cursed yourself in your head. Why did you feel so... sad? And why did you find yourself moving closer to Spencer, craving his touch in a totally different way than usual? You panicked for a moment.

“Spencer, maybe you should go now.” You broke the silence. It was the opposite of what you wanted, deep down you knew that, but you didn’t need to be fueling any post-sex irrational fantasies. That’s all it was, anyway. Spencer had said it himself before. It was normal.

He thought for a moment. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nodded, watching as he got up and redressed, collecting his things.

“Of course. See you tomorrow.”

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oumiyuki · 3 years

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Teachers don't date teachers (but You-sensei and Riko-sensei definitely are) Ch17

Summary: The whole student body and teachers teases the gym teacher, Watanabe You, with the new art teacher, Sakurauchi Riko, that they make a cute couple. How long can You deny this when Riko isn’t helping to reduce the rumours?

Pairing: YouRiko

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slice of Teacher Life ;D

Words: 3200

Read me at fanfiction.net or AO3 too~

Author Notes

Ahhh, still September!

September feels very YouRiko-y XD

May you enjoy~ :D

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Tease17 – You-sensei can’t help but think of Riko-sensei (and her students will help her think of Riko-sensei more~)

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Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

You taps her finger on the table at a nervous pace before picking up a pen laying about and tapping it to her free hand, her mind busy and disoriented.

Ahhhhh…. …aahhhh… aaahhhhh…

The gym teacher’s mind had a steady scream as she worried about actions and plans in her love life.

I’m in school. I should be thinking about school stuff and yet. Here I am… Thinking of… of… of…

You slowly turns her head towards the direction of Riko’s desk in the Teacher’s Office.

“Riko-chan…” You murmurs unknowingly, only a certain bluenette around heard and could not help but smirk as they pretend to be occupied with what they had.

Riko’s desk was a bit far for You’s liking; at times like these, she wonders why the science department was closer to the sports one.

Shouldn’t the creative ones be closer? Maybe I should talk to Ruby-chan about having Riko-chan situated closer to me—

You’s cheeks turn a shade of red as she coughs in her mind and does the coughing action physically too to cut off that thought.

TO HAVE ART TEACHERS. Closer. To the gym teachers. For creativity sake!! T-T-This is definitely not because I got an ulterior motive of wanting to stare at Riko-chan up close?? Wait why do I want to do that????

You’s rapid tapping of her pen was going so fast and loud that Kanan had to turn to make sure You was not trying to hurt herself but before the Science teacher could voice up, You drops her head into her arms on the table, groaning.

Uggghhhh… It’s because I’m in love and am so helpless when it comes to these! I don’t…I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do…

You’s head of ash-grey shifts as she turns from left to right with low grumbles rumbling out of her as she whined internally; unaware of the stare on her.

If I like her… I should…ask her out and then we get married?

You's body jolted before she lets out a long sigh as her ears glow red from the very thought.

No, no, no, no. That’s way too fast. I’m missing a million steps here!

The beep of the Teacher’s Office door being unlocked sounds and soon after, a gentle lilt reaches You’s ear and she sits upright, looking to the source of the voice like a meercat.

“Good morning.” The pretty art teacher who stole everyone’s favourite gym teacher’s heart greets aloud.

R-Riko-chan..!

Kanan turns her chair towards Riko. “Good morning, Sakurauchi-sensei.”

“Ah, good morning, Matsuura-sensei. How are you?” Riko was still formal around the other teachers, the only exceptions being her mentor, Mari, and her caretaker, You.

Kanan shrugs towards You’s direction in a not too obvious way. “Well…it is interesting, to say the least. I’m sure yours will be getting better soon enough.”

Riko-chan’s day will get better soon..?

Riko’s eyes widen a little with a small head tilt as she wondered what the friendly science teacher meant. But before she could get more clues, Kanan faces her stack of papers to mark and Riko was going to head to her desk but she felt a certain puppy-dog gaze on her and turns in that direction.

Ah! Our eyes met!!

You’s ocean-blue eyes widen and she desperately wanted to avert her gaze and pretend she was not staring but even doing that was hard as her eyes adamantly remained glued to Riko.

Ah…what do I do…

To Riko whose, golden eyes stared right back with the warmth of the sun. To Riko whose, pink lips glisten and curled upwards into a smile towards You which made You gulp.

Riko-chan is way too beautiful for a school day morning.

You’s brain was not making much sense as she got lost in the art teacher’s little actions of suddenly being much, much closer than before!

Eh?! Is it just me? Or Riko-chan is right in front of me??!!

Still deeply attracted to just staring at Riko, You watches as those sweet lips moved and said “Good morning, You-chan~” with a smile that made You’s inside feel like warm honey and butterflies at the same time. With a gentle, lyrical tone that made You want to return a smile that could make Riko’s day but…she’s quite sure her smile was late to make an appearance. For the signals, her single-minded brain sent out was – a dreamy gaze and relaxed shoulders.

“Riko-chaAAH!!”

“You-chan?!”

Dreamy gaze and relaxed shoulders caused You’s elbow to give way from her weight and fell a few centimetres out of Riko’s sight, surprising the art teacher before You caught herself with an awkward chuckle.

“Ah, um…I’m okay! I’m okay. Good morning, Riko-chan!” You let out a barrage of assurance and quick good mornings as her cheeks glowed pink from embarrassment.

Aaahhhh, what am I doing??? Watanabe Youuuu! This isn’t how you impress your crush! Not at all!

Riko breathes a sigh of relief and when You looks up she sees the redhead smiling that sweet, sweet smile again and You almost lapsed into another dreamy gaze, but this time she was quick to bite her bottom lip and blinked a myriad of times to remain poised.

“Did you have a good night’s sleep last night?” Riko shifted her handbag’s strap on her shoulders as she continued the conversation.

Last night…

You thinks back to all the dreams she had of Riko which led to her realizing how she has fallen in love and how those dreams tend to lead to Riko’s lips for a kiss. You’s ears grew incredibly hot and red and she tilts her head up and to the side and everywhere but Riko’s face. “Well, um, last night was…good.”

You croaks the word out as she did not know what else to say. On one end, she wanted to say ‘I dreamed of you.’ And the other end, ‘Don’t tell Riko-chan I dreamed of her. Don’t!’.

Riko nods. “I’m glad to hear that. I had a good night too.”

“Ah! That’s good!” You nods vigorously.

Why am I unable to have a normal conversation like we always do now?? Am I broken?? Do I have a fever?

You lifts a hand to her forehead and Riko asks, “Are you okay?”

“Oh, um, yeah… I… Just…” You’s blinked large, watery ocean-blue eyes at the unassuming pretty art teacher that is causing You’s vocabulary to not function, wishing Riko could stop being so gorgeous for a second. But that was not going to happen so the gym teacher lowers her head. “I’m okay.”

I need to fix my stuttering and being incapable of being cool in front of Riko-chan if I want a chance of Riko-chan liking me back!

“Well, I’m going to prepare for class for now. See you later, You-chan.” Riko turns to head to her desk and You felt like she caught a glimpse of smirk instead of Riko’s usual grin.

Was I seeing things..? Ah, that aside! How do I ask Riko-chan out!?

“You~ You-sensei~”

“Eh? Yeah?” You blinks out of her train of thought.

Kanan was clearly smirking at her. “Homeroom starts in 5 minutes.”

You's eyes widen again and she looks to her clock, then to her watch and to Kanan tapping her watch. You panics and hurries to pick up her materials. “Tell me that earlier!”

Kanan laughs carefreely. “You were too busy with being lost in Sakurauchi-sensei’s eyes~”

“Uwaaaa!!! I wasn’t! What are you saying, Kanan-chan!! Mou!” You wanted to argue and deny but she had to be in class in 4 minutes so she pouted hard at the teasing Science teacher before running out of the Teacher’s office.

Mou!! Kanan-chan is always teasing me just like Mari-chan! Aaahhh!!

You shakes her head back and forth, doing her best to clear from her head the tease, the blush and the images of a really pretty art teacher that makes You’s heart race.

Gotta focus on homeroom first!

You makes it right on time to her class, blowing out a big breath of air as she steadied her breathing, she slides the door open, poking her head in with a smile as her students sat waiting for her appearance.

“Ohayousoro!” You salutes them cheekily; seeing her students' faces (when they aren’t trying to declare that she was dating Riko-sensei) makes her feel happy and at ease.

Her class, energetic and peppy as always, stood up and chorused an “Ohayousoro, You-sensei!” with a bow.

Today’s going to be a good homeroom day.

“You may sit.” You steps to the front of her class, picking up the chalk and writing “School Cultural Festival” in large on the blackboard and she turns around with an excited smile. “Ready to discuss ideas?”

“We’ve discussed among ourselves and decided that we want it to be a Café!” The Class President raises her hand as she speaks.

Ooh, a café huh~

“Sounds good.” You writes out “Café” on the board, doodling a teacup beside it.

Riko-chan probably could draw up a cool looking menu and omurice on the spot…

The gym teacher catches herself being distracted with thoughts of a certain art teacher and shuts her eyes tight, chiding herself to focus. “And the theme?”

Many voices and groans sounded as she glanced around her class. “That’s the thing. There’s so many we can’t quite decide.”

You chuckles at her kids’ furrowed eyebrows and thinking sulking faces. “Throw out those ideas and we can vote on them.”

With their homeroom teacher’s suggestion which should have been obvious yet overlooked from their overzealousness, the class’s faces erupted in sparkling eyes and wide smiles as they shout out the ideas they had.

“Cosplay!”

“Anime~”

“Mermaids!”

“Ohh!” You nods as she writes the ideas down, trying to imagine how their café would be like with those themes.

“Vampire!”

“Werewolves!”

“It’s got to be vampire!! Imagine You-sensei in a shiny black tuxedo and a flowy cape with blood-red hints!! And, and…!”

Wait, why me?!

“Riko-sensei wanders alone in the night…” Another student adds to the setting.

Riko-sensei!? What are you doing alone at night?!

“And vampire You-sensei comes swooping in! Holding her by the waist! Faces extremely close!” A student on the front turns around in her seat to chip in eagerly.

W-W-W-Wait. That’s..! Not good for my heart!

“THOSE FANGS GLEAMING IN THE MOONLIGHT!” A third student practically cheered with both hands thrown into the air from her seat.

F-Fangs… That means…

“Riko-sensei enraptured and entranced and enticed!”

You really think Riko-chan would be that into me?? No, wait, I meant-

“Aaahh, and Riko-sensei would whisper as she wraps her arms around vampire You-sensei’s neck-”

“Please suck my blood and leave a hickey or two on me, You-sensei~” The second drama club student helps her friend finish the script, standing and wrapping her arms around the air to re-enact the scene playing in all the students’ minds.

WHAA!!??!??!?!

“Hold up! Wait! Stoppp!! Why is this about me and Riko-sensei?? Stop making me imagine those scenes and properly discuss the theme of our café!” The gym teacher was red from the neck up and she puffed both cheeks out, trying for a stern look.

“Ahh, sorry, sorry, You-sensei.”

“We could not help it~” The students chorused apologies but You had slight doubts on how truly apologetic they are.

The ash-brunette sighs and writes ‘vampire’ on the board. “We can consider it since you all are so excited about it. Now, more ideas?”

The class were loud, rowdy and animated as they wondered what else they wanted.

“How about Maid café?” A student by the window raised her hand as she gave her suggestion. “It’s a norm for a reason! I bet it’d be so popular!”

Maid café huh… that does sound nice.

“You-sensei would be super popular as a maid!!”

As I said, why me?

“Ah, how about a Butler café? That’s a second popular option too, right? Imagine You-sensei in that tux without the cape!” The student laughs as some nodded in agreement.

“Hey.” You calls out half-heartedly as she allowed the students to fantasize again.

What are y’all imagine… Sheesh.

“Ah, but I still think Maid Café would be nicer.” The student who suggested Maid Café initially voices, hoping to get more onboard her idea.

“Ehh~ But Butler Café…” Team Butler whines.

Oh? Seems like we got the top 2 candidates for our café.

“You-sensei, You-sensei~” You looks to the Class President with a nod for her to continue. “How about the class appeal for Maid Café vs Butler Café and we see who wins?”

And Class President knows~

You hums in thought as she wrote “Maid” and “Butler” much bigger than the other suggestions from earlier. “Everyone, it’s a bit sudden but…”

When the ash-brunette lowers her voice and head, holding the tip of her ethereal cap and a smirk, all her students sat up straight and paid close attention to what their favourite teacher was going to say and do.

You grins higher. “I’m going to have all of you stand and those on Team Maid will be to my right and Team Butler will be to my left! Let’s go!” You flicks her non-existent cap up as she raised her head with a pearly white smile as her students grew louder as they moved all about the classroom to their designated positions.

“Okay~” You loved that her students knew to sit down so it was easy for her to take a walk down the classroom and count the heads. “Huh…”

You shakes her head as she hopped back to the front, a hand on her hip. “Is this planned? It’s an equal half-half for each side.” You writes out the number 15 under the theme “Maid” and another number 15 under the theme “Butler”.

“You-sensei is part of our class too! Which theme would you prefer?” A student grinned as she popped her head to the side so the gym teacher could give her a good long stare.

Dragging me into this little voting system, eh?

You shakes her head, her smile never fading. “This.” You writes “0.5” under each of the themes.

“Boooooo~”

“Buu buu desu wa!” Another student mimicked their mathematics teacher.

You chuckles at the high-quality copy. “Hey! It’s only fair.”

“But then how will we decide?”

“Mmm, how about you all appeal the pros and cons?” You suggests, ready to pen them down on the chalkboard.

“Alright!”

You genuinely believed that her class will continue to proceed with seriousness in this but her ocean-blue eyes widens as she realized that her top two drama club students were each on Team Maid and Team Butler respectively.

Uh oh.

And it happened.

“Imagine this!” Team Maid’s representative, Marika, started with an eager smile which morphed into a composed expression of a cute, small smile and upturned eyes. “You-sensei-”

Of course, it will be me as the main lead being projected!

“Dressed in a long black dress and pure white frilly apron – the epitome of maid outfits! And she curtsies to Riko-sensei – taking in the sight of Maid You-sensei~” Marika holds her skirt and curtsies before she closes her eyes for a pause and character change.

“Ah, I would like to order a kiss to my hand. Is what Riko-sensei will say before Maid You-sensei complies!” Marika beams, proud of her rendition of her favourite teacher as a maid serving Riko-sensei.

K-Kiss!? To the hand?!

Team Butler’s representative, Ryo, stood unfazed with a cool, charming smile, already in the role as she has a hand to her back and an arm held up smartly right below her chest. Ryo lowers her head with one eye closed for a suave effect.

“Ah, in the case of Butler You-sensei, however, she would step up to Riko-sensei.” Ryo takes a step closer to Marika, lifting her hand. “And kiss her hand right away.”

I would do that???!!

Ryo moves her hand that was behind her as a show that she was holding something towards Marika. “And a cup of tea – hot and Riko-sensei’s favourite brew before being asked.”

Are all butlers that smooth? I gotta learn from them…

The gym teacher would love to stop the little play but at the same time, she was seeking ideas to courting Riko, leading to having her eyes peeled on the scene unfolding.

Ryo leads Marika to an empty chair and smoothly sat her down and she whispers loud enough for all to hear. “Riko-sensei…”

Ryo’s shining aquamarine eyes look over to You which made You hold her breath in anticipation for the next line.

Ryo seemingly smirks as she returned her attention to Marika who was made to be the role of Riko right now. “Would you like to take it to the bed?”

OKAY STOP.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!!!” The gym teacher with the red cheeks flails her arms in the air and pointed at her two theatre kids. “You all have been hanging with Mari- I mean, Ohara-sensei way too much, am I right? Sheesh. B-Back to your seats!”

The students aww-ed and laughed as they sat back down at the closest table they were at.

You sighs tiredly; her mind almost, almost imagined the bedroom, Riko and her!

That was way too dangerous.

“So…”

“You-sensei, You-sensei~”

“W-What?” You tilts her head questioningly.

“You’ll join us during the school cultural festival, right?”

You nods. “Of course. I am your homeroom teacher after all.”

The students cheers and started whispering within the buzzing excitement making You look back and forth between their cheeky and sly smiles and chuckles.

“Wait. What are you all discussing there!” You tries but fails to pick the whispered words.

“Hey, hey, I’m voting for Maid Café! Think short skirts instead, and You-sensei’s legs~” A student clearly influenced by a certain veteran pervy and blonde art teacher whispers eagerly to her classmates.

“I’m in for Maid Café too!” Another student cheers. “I want to see You-sensei in a cute apron-like top~ Riko-sensei would squeal!”

“I’m hearing Maid Café but I feel like I’m missing out on the essential discussion here.” You complains but her students were all in cahoots as they kept the whispered discussion to themselves, clearly plotting, clearly full of teasing energy.

“You-sensei~~”

But when all her students smiles up at her with such unity, You could not refuse as she shook her head with a wry smile. “I know, I know. Maid Café, right?”

“Yes~!!” The students cheered with banzais and high-fives.

You smiles and turns to the board and circles ‘Maid Café’. The theme for their class’s School Cultural Festival was decided and the gym teacher feels a tad lighter as the weight of responsibility for the upcoming event partially settled.

Maid Café, huh… I wonder if Riko-sensei will stop by. Ah-

You’s grip on the chalk tightens as her cheeks flare hot again as she gets self-conscious of how her thoughts naturally flow towards the pretty art teacher with that gentle yet mysteriously teasing smile.

The bell chimes the end of homeroom and You wonders how she will go about handling being in love with one Sakurauchi Riko-sensei who fills her conscious and subconscious mind.

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Author Notes

Aaaahhhhhh~!!!! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆

YouRiko-senseiiiii~ You-senseiiii~ XD

I really, really love how Riko keeps invading her mind XD

Also I love all the students enthusiasm cos I’m sure we ALL feel the same way too!! (≧◡≦)

Well! This was a blast to write!! And I certainly hope you all enjoyed it too! ;D

Leave me a comment if you like! Let me know your favourite parts! Send cheers and support to You-sensei! XD (I’ll be here to receive them! ;D)

Also, I felt like names would help with writing the students part… so I went with Ichinose Marika and Aikawa Ryo (N girls from SIF). Calling them theatre kids make me want to have Shizuku here so badly but I can’t!!! (≧x≦)

Fun fact though, I like Aikawa Ryo a lot haha, she’s super cool :P

And with that~ See you next tease~ ^w^7

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