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l0v3tast3 · 9 months

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Ok but older perv bf ghost would be such a menace like he would destroy your cunt in his back seat and then shake ur dads hand.( these older bf hcs make me go feral bb)

anon you are so right. he'll be so mean but like it's literally his fault that he's hot asf and u just wanna jump on him 24/7 ??? anyways tysm for the request and the kind words i hope you enjoy this anon !! ◝(⁰▿⁰)◜

✎ tags: mdni! nsft, f!reader, age gap (r is 20's, simon is late 30's), dumbification, conditioning (consensual), orgasm control, spanking, degradation/praise kink, overstimulation/edging, car s3x, size difference/kink, possessive!simon, c0ckwarming

✎ word count: 1.8k words (not proofread)

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✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!simon who wants to see you become absolutely brainless because of him. you're such a smart girl usually, among the top of your class at university, and simon just loves to see that whole façade crumble away. he knows a good fucking is just what you need to unwind from your classes, and he is more than happy to give it to you.

✧ ˖ ° seeing you go all dumb on his cock makes simon nearly giddy, the feeling of how you stop pushing at his abs and just take it once he bullies his dick in far enough to fill your brain with him instead of whatever you're studying, the sight of your eyes rolling back and your little hands weakly grabbing at whatever they can reach for some semblance of grounding yourself. you know just as well as simon does that it's useless; he makes damn sure that you have nowhere to run to when he has you in his hold.

✧ ˖ ° another thing he makes sure of is that you steadily become the one to come onto him first. simon wants you to be his own little nymphomaniac, addicted to his cock, to him. it all works towards melting your brain quicker and quicker each time. there's a certain dedication he puts towards it- even by the time he was done with you the first time you slept together, he's planning it out, figuring out which muscles to press into to get you to mewl for him, just the right angle to pound his dick into you, how much you can take before he starts seeing dew drops collecting on your waterline.

✧ ˖ ° even outside of the bedroom (or kitchen, or living room, wherever he has yet to christen next in his house) simon's working on it. he'll give you so many hoodies, jackets, boxers, anything that smells like him that you want, and then he tells you that if you're going to touch yourself without him that you better be at least wearing his clothes while you do it. eventually you'll get to the point where you can't get off without the thought of him, without his scent, then without him. there's no doubt either that whenever you do get worked up without him, simon makes sure that you always tell him. text him, call him, send a damn carrier pigeon with a letter, he doesn't care, but he's going to guide you through every orgasm you have.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!simon who can get to be a mean dom. he loves punishing you for whatever reason he can find, especially when you touch yourself without telling him. simon is an experienced special ops soldier who's used his hands to torture people as much as he's used them to pleasure you, so he has not a single problem with knowing how to get the truth out of you. obviously he doesn't torture you, though (not in a way you don't like).

✧ ˖ ° if it's been a long stretch of time where you haven't been able to see each other, he'll pull you onto his lap and start out all soft. he'll run his hands all over you, move his lips against yours sweet and slow, whisper about how much he missed his pretty little girl. he'll listen with a happy hum while you tell him how much you missed him, how much you need him. he'll guide your hips lightly when you can't help but start grinding against his thigh, hands pushing up your skirt to see which pair of underwear he gets to rip apart this time. and then he'll ask you how much you missed him.

✧ ˖ ° from the start you know the question is a double-edged sword, but you always answer truthfully. it only took you one lesson to learn that simon knows when you lie to him (he didn't let you cum for three days while he kept you at his house the entire time). he always appreciates the truth, praises you for being such a good girl for him when you honestly tell him that you only touched yourself during the short phone calls he was allowed while he was away. there's a little part of him that's always a bit disappointed though, the same part that turns into glee when you sheepishly admit that you couldn't wait for him.

✧ ˖ ° simon's always a bit too quick at flipping you over so your laying face-down over his thighs. one hand wraps around your neck to pull you up and arch your back, the other flipping up your skirt and grabbing roughly at your squishy ass. "couldn't fuckin' wait f'me, huh? y'so desperate for cock that y'can't follow simple orders? thought i already taught ya how to be patient," he spits, letting you fall back against the couch so his hand can move down to plant itself across your back. that's when he starts, not even waiting for you to try to apologize meekly or defend yourself. slaps that leave bruises you'll be feeling for days rain down across your ass and simon makes you count each one. if you lose count or stop, he'll push open your legs to smack your cunt and start all over. simon doesn't let up until you're sniffling and whining and your underwear is soaked through (which of course he makes fun of you for).

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!simon who really is an absolute menace with you. he dangles your pleasure over your head like something he grabbed for you out of the cabinets, keeping it just out of your reach until he decides to give it to you. there won't ever be a moment where simon doesn't have most, if not all of the control. there's something about having that command over you, feeling you hand over your trust, your body and mind to him that's addicting. so no matter how cruel he can get, he'll always make sure to ply you with as many orgasms as you can handle (and then some) to show his appreciation.

✧ ˖ ° his brutishness can come in the form of wanting to see just how messy he can get you to be. he'll bury his face and fingers into your cunt until there's a puddle forming underneath you, and when he's done there, simon stuffs you full with his cock and fucks you until your makeup is running with your tears and smearing across the sheets. he'll rip off the clothes that bar him from seeing your gorgeous body so that you have to wear something of his afterwards. and god help you if he wants to fuck in the backseat of his car before you both go someplace. which, (not) shockingly, is something he wants to do before he meets your parents.

✧ ˖ ° with the car parked not too far from your parents house in some spot where people won't think to give the tinted windows a second look, he'll have you working your way down on his cock. every time you whine about how you're going to be late, they're going to know, they won't be happy, simon gives your ass a sharp slap and snaps his hips up into yours. "would y'rather i fuck you in your room while they're home? don't think you can keep quiet enough for that," he mocks, his tone condescending despite the fact that he's already planning on doing just that at some point.

✧ ˖ ° once you're practically limp against his body, letting him use you like his personal toy, he'll finally cum. you finish with him, your third orgasm in less than an hour, as he buries his cock to the hilt inside you and grinds his hips up. once you're semi-conscious again he helps you put on your underwear and pants and gives you his hoodie. and after you've taken off your ruined makeup and redid at least some of it, you'll drive the remaining minute to your parents house, where simon seems to know just how to get them to love him. meanwhile, you'll be shifting in your seat next to him while his cum creates a stain on your jeans.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!simon who wants you to be with him basically 24/7 while he's not away on missions. you're his girlfriend, of course he wants to spend as much time as he can with you! never mind the fact that this man has probably been boxing away his libido for years. so while he's at his home, so will you be.

✧ ˖ ° you'll find that any clothes you bring over to your stays with simon don't really go missing as much as he blatantly makes them unwearable for you as long as you insist on still bringing them. why would you have any need for those when he has plenty for you? it's not like you'll be wearing clothes much anyway while he has you. it's a lesson you learn quickly to pack light, otherwise you'll be going home with scraps of fabric. simon doesn't not like your clothes (he thinks your style is adorable on you), but the way you smell like him with his hoodies and shirts, the way they're basically dresses on you serving to remind how much bigger he is than you, it drives him even crazier.

✧ ˖ ° because of how touch-starved (and horny) he is, simon prefers to always physically have you close to him. which means lots of cockwarming; he won't lie about how much he loves watching you try your very best not to squirm on his lap, not to lose yourself to how full you always feel with him inside you. whether you're watching a movie or he's working in his office or even just trying to sit down for a meal, simon will preemptively have you sinking down on his cock, chastising you about how eager you always are for him to just fuck you. it's nearly torture for him just the same as you, but the difference is that he has a lot more self-control than you do- just enough to give your thigh a stinging pinch every time you move a muscle.

✧ ˖ ° no matter how long he keeps you there, it'll always turn into simon pushing you against the nearest table or wall and fucking away the last few straggling thoughts in your head. he always waits until your breathing gets ragged and your nails are digging in hard. until you're panting against his neck from the effort it takes to not bounce yourself on his dick. until you're begging. "what? turned y'into that much of a whore that y'can't go five minutes without my cock? fine." he'll say it as if he's doing you a favor, as if he's going out of his way to satisfy the nymphomaniac that he himself has proudly created.

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gildedkrone · 8 months

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Could you maybe write a Jealous!GhostxMaleReader...maybe Ghost gets jealous of Reader and Graves?? Dunno just want to see a jealous Ghost....I like how you write Ghost...it doesn't have to be Graves, it could be a member of Shadow Conpany...

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Don't listen, I'm near 🔞

My first request, so I thought I would put a bit more effort into this fic than usual. It ended being written from Graves' POV? So I'm not sure if it's exactly what you wanted but I hope this is somewhere along the lines of the request :3

Relationships: Ghost x bottom!Male Reader Synopsis: A jealous Ghost fucks you into oblivion and Graves hears every single bit of it. Contains gratituous smut. A/N: NA Master List

“Hey there, sweetheart, need a hand?”

Phillip Graves, that was his name, right? Commander of the Shadow soldiers currently milling about the base as part of a joint operation between the 141 and Shadow Company. You follow his eyes to the crates of beer in the storeroom.

“Oh, Graves, right? Yea sure!” You heave two crates of beer off the floor and Graves trails his eyes over your way your shirt exposes your chest and abdomen with each exertion of your body.

He is not salivating. He is just admiring another soldier preparing a feast as part of the collaboration, a dinner and night of celebrations. Nothing untoward and nothing scandalous. Your request for him to grab the drinks jolts him out of his naughty daydream and he nods with as much grace the Shadow is known for. That is, not much.

The men are gathered in the rec room when both you and Graves return with alcohol. Soap and Gaz help themselves to a bottle each before you can put the crates down. Graves imitates your actions and places his crates down.

Ghost is sitting in an armchair all by himself, while Grave’s soldiers are fanned out around the room. Some eating, some drinking, mostly engaged in conversation or tabletop games. You crack open a bottle and he has to resist grabbing choking that sinuous neck and the bobbing of your throat. Ghost is nowhere at his chair and once he reestablishes visual contact, Ghost is standing by your side.

“You want a bottle, Ghost?”

The masked freak shakes his head and the smile on your face makes him green with jealousy. He wishes it was him on the other side of the smile.

“Of course, the LT himself doesn’t drink beer.” You dug around your pockets and reveal a metal flask. “Bourbon, straight from Kentucky.”

Ghost rumbles something affectionate and takes the flask. The mask is raised up to his nose bridge and Graves catches a sight of the pink lips and perfect teeth.

“Thanks, corporal. Appreciate your efforts.”

“Anytime, LT. Anything for you.” The skeleton hand on your shoulder lingers for too long for Graves’ liking.

The man looks up from you to meet Grave’s gaze. Inside, he spots something feral and territorial curling in the lieutenant’s eyes.

Stay. Away.

---

The rest of the night goes smoothly. Graves gets to spend time with you on the dance floor and his hand even wrapped around your waist at one point. You don’t seem to be too phased by the close proximity to him and he flashes a grin, all teeth and vibes.

He catches the boring gaze of Ghost, intensifying each time he went anywhere near you. Fuck him, he doesn’t own you and Graves is free to flirt with whoever he wants. The skull man is free to kick rocks if he doesn’t like it. Eventually, you are too tired to continue partying and excuse yourself from the dance floor. Graves watches as you say something to the lieutenant and his eyes are overcame by something fond and soft before a pat by a skeleton hand sends you leaving the room.

It's boring without you on the dance floor and Graves leaves his men in favour of turning in for the night. The base is huge and Graves stumbles around, trying to find his room and it is just bad luck Ghost is who he sees first.

“Ah, lieutenant, mind showing me the way to my room?”

Ghost doesn’t seem to be too pleased to see him, judging by the arms crossed but mainly, the eyes give away his ire and displeasure at seeing the other man.

“Down the hallway. Room 103.”

Graves thanks the man not before he is slipped a radio.

“You left this at the party.”

Wait, what? The last time he checked, the radio was still affixed to the holster on his arm. Before he can object, Ghost is gone.

---

“Ah, faster! Michaelo!”

The room is dim and the man lying on the bed touches himself gently to the sounds of porn on his phone. Fuck, Graves swore when the woman in the video takes the monster dick fully. His dick is semi hard and his hand gently strokes the organ to nurse it to full hardness.

“Shit!” Graves takes off his headphones. That isn’t—

“Ngh! Fuck, it’s not—” His phone clatters onto the floor as he jumps off the bed in search for the source of the sound. Sounds of a man being pleasured are definitely not from the video he is watching. His search stops at the radio Ghost passed him earlier. The green light flashes periodically, a sign the radio is receiving a signal.

A moan.

Not just any, but yours. He rushes to the table and grabs the radio. Raspy moans of desire. There is no mistaking it, that is you on the other side of the radio. Who the fuck is doing this!

“Ah, ah! Fuck, slow down!”

If he closes his eyes, his mind fantasizes the scene. You are all drunk on pleasure, mouth open as a thin trail of drool slicks down your cheek. Someone, a mystery person, bringing you waves of pleasure. Their hands? Or their mouth?

It should be him. It’s all so wrong. He should be turning off the radio and reporting whoever was doing this. But his mind taunts him with finding out just who you were with.

Graves retreats to the bed and lies down. His hand creeps ever closer to his dick and your moans are there again. The radio is jammed against his ear and his dick jumps at the breathy and sinuous moan. It tortures his soul to hear it and not be the one eliciting it.

His hand is no longer under his control and starts stroking.

“Fuck! Shit, what has gotten into you!” Sounds of wet slapping noises punctuate your groans into pauses. The other person doesn’t say anything and Graves is so fucking turned on, it hurts. Pre is all over his hands and the sound of his hands are filthy, but not as much as those in the radio.

Then, he hears it. A whimper, all soft and delectable. His hand grips the base of his dick and arrests his building climax. Shit! His favourite porn didn’t come anywhere close to the performance you are putting on in a room somewhere.

He wants to cum just as you do with your mysterious partner.

“If you—ah!—keep doing this, I won’t LAST ah!” The duvet is in between his teeth as his hands are moving at a feverous pace against his morals.

“Have you learnt your lesson, yet?” Graves stills his hand. Mr mystery is speaking.

“Yes! Please, I will be your good boy! I—ngh—will stay away from him!”

“That’s a good boy. Taking me so perfectly; I can feel you spasming like a cheap whore. Are you close, pet?”

His traitorous mind paints a picture of another man railing you hard and fast, bitching you in the process into a mindless whore who lived for cock and cum. Who, dares, to claim you?

“Yes, I’m—so—fucking close! P-please!” He grunts at the desperation in your voice to climax.

His finger scrambles to turn the knob on the radio to max volume and then, he can hear so much more. The faint creaking of the bed under the powerful thrusts of your partner, the whines and whimpers escaping your mouth driving him crazy and the reserved grunts of the man. Wet sounds of slapping and something obscene fills the room and Graves thumbs his dick roughly. The burn is something real and he desperately wants to know just who it was.

Who was bringing you so much pleasure, dear cock addled slut?

“Say it. Say that you want to cum.”

“Mmmh! Please, let me cum! I want to cum!”

“Say that you are my little cum addict.”

“I’m—” A sharp thrust breaks your speech and you groan. “Y-your cum addict!”

“Good boy. This is what you wanted, right? Flirting with that poor excuse of a man to rile me up. Well, this is your reward, love.” And a sharp squeal at what Graves imagines to be a bite on the neck.

Flirting with him? Who can it be, to be upset at Graves?

“Yes! Yes, I-I am all yours! Yours to use, sir!”

Sir? His hands pause and grip his prick loosely. Was it a nickname, or something more?

“That’s what I like to hear. You need to be bitched more often, love.”

“Yes! Yes, I want to be bitched! Fuck, please, ah!”

The knot in his abdomen is tight and squirming as Graves lets himself imagine the mystery man to be him. Your tight ass squeezing him hungrily like a sleeve thirsting for cum and all he has to give. The pillow fluffs at the commander’s head falling back into it.

“So beautiful and all for me. Do it, cum for me, sweetheart.”

That’s the cue and Graves’ eyes are closed in a grimace as he times his finish with yours.

“Ah, yes sir! Thank you! I—fuck!—” And the noisy squeal and cries of a man drowning in orgasmic bliss spearheaded by his lover’s dick. Graves chokes a cry as he came with a shout and a spray of cum over his heaving chest.

The orgasm leaves him boneless and he struggles to collect his thoughts. The radio flops onto the bed as a sweaty arm rests on an equally sweated chest. The radio is silent and the light is extinguished; no more transmission by whoever is doing this. He won’t admit it, but this ranks high on his naughty escapades.

Fuck, he really shouldn’t have done this. The mess on his cooling chest is hardening into sludge and he swipes a finger through it. Grabbing a bathrobe, a shower is in order to get rid of the stains of his scandalous voyeurism.

---

He steps out of the room into an empty corridor and heads for the communal toilets. Pass room 120 and the door to the room opens without warning. Graves slows and Ghost steps out from the room still dressed in his combat fatigues. His gloves, however, are gone and Graves sneaks a look at the exposed hand. Black nails? Maybe the man truly was a freak. He looks closer and there’s something dripping? A viscous cloudy liquid coating the thick fingers and Graves can’t stop his mouth from running itself.

“Howdy, you’ve got something on your hand, lieutenant.”

Ghost’s eyes remain impassive and he raises his hands to look at them and back at Graves. A glint in his eyes is all the warning he gets and Ghost is breaking eye contact. Then, those hands are wiping against the dark fabric of his tactical jacket and—

White and milky liquid separate into strings upon contact as they stain the pristine clothing.

That is—

“You look shocked, commander Graves. Do you need a medic?”

“Is that … cum?”

Soap’s hearty greeting stumps Graves as the sergeant rounds the corner and he makes a face at the sight of the Shadow commander. Sidling up mischievously to the American, he lobs an arm around Graves and pulls him close under a gaze Graves would describe as victorious belonging to the masked man.

Like a roman victor on a pedestal while luxuriating in his opponent’s defeat.

Soap chuckles. “This is why we don’t mess with the LT’s property, Graves. Did you truly think the corporal would be interested in you?”

“In someone who can’t even use his dick right while LT can do it all with just his arm?”

Mortification and humiliation burns and scorches his face.

---

Ghost wasn’t truly worried when he saw Graves flirting with you all night. You smiled and assured him you could handle the grabby Shadow commander and your lover nods, trusting your judgement but still hanging around to intervene if the bastard tried anything. Your cheery disposition and innocence was a fire drawing in the moths of military men and Ghost stayed to keep an eye on the man.

---

Graves swallows and the taste in his mouth all night—he knows what it is now. Ghost pulls up his mask to lick a line across his still dirty fingers.

His mind conjures an image of you, a man in the throes of desire and thoroughly debauched by the fist in your ass and your dick, angry and leaking in protest. Why would a man be lost in the height of rapture ever be interested in him?

Those lips mouth something. Sweet.

Total defeat.

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scoutswritingcorner · 1 month

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Hello!

First, I’m so glad I found your wonderful blog to fuel my micro obsession.

Had an idea if you’re still taking g requests:

The hotel team decides to go to a club for a bonding exercise/letting off steam. Alastor doesn’t want to go, hates this new music, flashing lights, whatevs. He’s going to support the hotel and all that. He gets there, hates it, pouty UNTIL he sees you out on the dance floor. Watching you move plus watching others notice/approach you stirs something in him, making him feral. He stalks onto the dance floor only to pull you away to some dark hallway of the club to show you just what kind of effect you have on him.

Thanks! You’re a rockstar!!!

Dancing The Night Away

Alastor x GN!Reader

TW: GETS A LITTLE HEATED SO MINORS SHOO- 18+ NOTHING EXPLICIT IS WRITTEN BUT IT IS DEPICTED THAT STUFF DOES HAPPEN

A/N: I’m so so sorry this took so long, Anon!

Alastor let out a low growl as he watched the people around the club dance and get into each other’s personal space- touching. The music was too loud and too modern for his tastes; it made him want to tear his ears out and kill everyone around. He didn’t even make a true appearance on the dance floor, he just sat back in one of the disgusting booths watching people pass by or run off simply because they made eye contact with him. He turned his head to watch Nifty deep clean the sticky floor and grimaced at the thought of it.

It wasn’t until movement close by had his head snapping up and his eyes scanning the room, at first he didn’t see much and that would usually keep him calm but now? It infuriated him to no end as bright strobe lights started to flash and then he caught the sight of you, how Angel was dancing next to you as you held his arm, dancing along. That infuriated him to no end and his grip tightened on his cane before he tapped it onto the floor, the cane disappearing into the shadow’s easily. He didn’t like how that overgrown spider was hanging onto you and how the other people stopped dancing to watch you. Someone even had the absolute gall to try and touch you but his shadow was quicker. Silently getting rid of the nuisance as he stood up to make his way over to you, the crowd parting for him easily.

As he finally made his way over to you, he pulled you away from Angel and into his own chest making you smile and laugh at him, saying something but he couldn’t hear it over loud blaring music. He sent a glare to a random demon as they had gotten too close before he snapped his fingers, both of you disappearing in a dark secluded area of the club. He let out a sigh and relaxed for a moment, the loud music was putting a strain on his ears. “Wh- Al? What’s wrong?” You asked carefully, reaching out to place your hands on his arms as you blinked trying to get used to the darkness.

Alastor pulled you closer to his body leaning down to press a kiss to your neck, his ears flat on his head as he thought of those insolent fools trying to touch you as if you weren’t his. He’d just have to make sure they would know you belong to him, that you gave him your heart fully. “Al? Speak to me, Love..” You replied ignoring how a fire was lit in the lower parts of you, he was silent as ever but if you listened closely you could hear him make soft grunting noises in anger and his foot stomped on the ground with a heavy thud as he pushed you back against the wall. It had finally clicked in your head, your darling Beau was jealous.

Your hands came up and grabbed at his jacket lapels as he sunk his teeth into your neck, a loud gasp escaping your lips as you silently cursed at him. Then as sudden as the bite was he was licking up the blood and soothing the bite. He was going to make sure everyone knew that you were his and he was yours.

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Angel scoffed as Charlie looked around, “They’ll be fine, Charlie..Alastor is with them.” He explained, causing the princess to frown. “But they aren’t even back yet-” She whispered as the front doors of the hotel opened and Alastor waltzed with you behind him. Angel froze before laughing as you glared at him desperately trying to fix your clothes and hid as many of the bite marks Alastor had left on your neck. “Looks like you both had some fun~” he called out as you looked away. “ANGEL-”

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danikamariewrites · 6 months

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Hey! Could I request Cassian saying to reader “who did this to you?” Maybe Devlon or someone hit her and Cassian goes feral, a bit more on the dark side. 😊

Protector

Cassian x reader

A/n: one of my fav tropes with one of my fav boys 😋

Warnings: injuries, abuse, violence

Not wanting to give the camp anything to talk about you headed straight to Rhys’s house. Slamming the door shut you waited for Cassian and the others on the couch, cradling your mangled arm to your chest.

Your brother, Bade, has been your biggest bully all your life. He constantly used you as his personal punching bag. Usually it wasn’t too bad, a few bruises here, some cuts and scrapes there. This time he had taken things too far leaving you with a fractured wrist and some other broken bone in your arm, a black eye, and a nasty cut running through your eyebrow.

Your parents never did anything about it. Your mother and father always just saying “males will be males” and treating Bade like the golden child. You had had enough though. Today had shown you that Bade would never stop and the people who were supposed to love and protect you unconditionally weren’t going to make it stop.

You have no idea where you’d go but at least you still have your wings. They probably thought Bade hurt them so bad it was pointless to clip them. Another thing your parents were wrong about.

Cassian comes home first. He kicks the snow off his boots before looking at you. His rugged face changing from excitement from seeing you to concern and anger. Rushing over to you Cassian gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. He tilts your face side to side. The frustration rolling off him in waves.

“Who did this to you?” He grits out. “My brother.” You said with slight hesitation. A sick part of you wanted to protect him, that small voice in the back of your mind saying he’s family. Cassian knelt between your legs rubbing your thighs lightly.

Cassian calls out to Rhys to bring a healer home in his mind. In that moment he was making a plan to get you to Velaris and out of this gods forsaken camp.

“He’s never going to hurt you again sweetheart, I promise.” You gently kiss his forehead and give him a sad smile. “Thank you my love.” The two of you wince as the burn of a bargain tattoo stings the inside of your wrists. Looking down you see the black ink formed a pair of wings in flight for the freedom your mate has promised you.

You stay with him that night, not wanting to return home to your fathers wrath for running off. You’ve always felt safe with Cassian. Even before the bond snapped you were always attached to each other. As you snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep you dreamt of a future with Cassian. Where you’re happy and surrounded by friends and family.

The next morning Cassian slips out of bed before you can wake up. Even though the camp healer mended all your injuries you still need rest. He kisses your forehead after getting dressed.

Shutting the door to the house his face turned to stone. Pure wrath swimming in his eyes. Cassian is on a war path. His goal; end your brother.

“Bade! You’re against Cassian. Get in the ring!” The commander yelled. Bade visibly paled at the sight of Cassian flexing and cracking his knuckles. Rhys and Azriel stand behind Cassian wearing matching stoic faces.

“Don’t go easy Cass. Y/n’s father needs to be taken down a few pegs anyway.” Rhys said in his mind. “There won’t be anything of this fucker left after I’m done.”

Stepping in the ring the males put up their fists and began circling each other. Cassian didn’t give Bade a chance to get a hit in. He immediately pounced on your brother, hitting him with a right hook. Then a blow to his stomach, then ribs.

Bade stumbled back, his face drenched in blood. The commander didn’t stop Cassian. Letting the beating continue. Cassian continued his assault until Bade was flat on his back on the cusp of consciousness. Cassian lowered himself on his haunches, gripping Bade’s blood soaked face in his large hand.

“You will never lay another hand on her. Or any female. Ever. Again. If I hear you are I’m going to kill you.” Cassian shoved his head into the ground so hard Bade passed out.

Getting up, he strode over to his brothers, wiping off his knuckles.

Tonight. Tonight he’d take you to Velaris. You’d live in the House of Wind and Mor would keep you company. You’d be part of the family. And most importantly, you’d be free.

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #cassian acotar #cassian x you #cassian fanfic #cassian imagine #cassian x reader #cassian x y/n #cassian

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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♡︎𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚♡︎

Day 9 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Eijirou's never been this vulnerable with you before, but you find yourself loving it.

920 words.

'What the fuck?'

These are your first thoughts as you're smacked right in the cheek with Eijirou's dick.

You had been getting awefully heated during what was only supposed to be a quick makeout session between you and your boyfriend of one year. That was, until you started to focus your attention a little more south.

Kirishima always wears loose pants. That's one thing you know about him. He can't stand tight pants. You've also never seen him wear the infamous grey sweats either, regrettably. That would be some real eye-candy right there, you muse.

There was one other thing, too. He always got nervous when you mentioned taking off his pants. Any and all attempts at getting frisky with your boyfriend were shot down with a strained "maybe later" or "I don't think I'm ready...".

Really, you had never had any problems with it. Sure, it was a little frustrating when it would leave you pretty much high and dry, but you never, ever thought to take it out on him. He's ready when he's ready, and that's all there is to it. Until now.

If you knew this was what he was hiding under here, you probably would've said something a little sooner.

All this time, your boyfriend has been hiding an absolute monster away from you, not even letting you have a taste.

A flushed face as red as his hair hides behind large, nearly kept hands as Kirishima avoids any and all eye contact with you. You thought he may have gained confidence when he finally told you that you could get his pants off, but apparently not, since he now refuses to show his face.

"I-is it too much?... I knew you'd hate it- I just don't want to hurt you! God- w-what if you break!?"

What on God's green Earth is this man talking about?

"Huh? Hate it? Eijirou, after all this fuss I was starting to think maybe you had genital warts or something- or maybe a dick roughly the size of a cornflake- n-not this!"

Wide eyes only blink at you in surprise and confusion, but then melts into pleasure the second your warm, wet tongue licks a fat stripe down the underside of his length.

Fuck. He could literally cum right now from just seeing that lewd display, but he has to hold himself together. Though, with every passing second, and each kitten lick to his aching girth, he finds himself unraveling. Each little kiss and stroke chips away at his control and he soon finds himself struggling not to throw you onto the bed and fuck you so hard that the walls shake.

Meanwhile, you continue to press tentative licks and kisses to Eijirou's cock, heavy and throbbing in your hand. The slit weeps a slow por of precum, the head all red and neglected until you fit just the tip in your mouth, sending involuntary shivers up and down your boyfriend's spine. Tonight, you're going to show your boyfriend just how blessed he truly is.

As you stand back up again, leaving him needy and panting for you, his eyes follow your form, lingering on your breasts and hips, and he finds his fingers twitching with the sudden urge to hold you there.

Red eyes zone in on your figure like a hawk, thick, strong hands embracing you and dragging you down to rest atop his built, rock hard chest, and immediately Eijirou's last defences are down when he sees just how irresistible your tits look squished against his pecs.

Eijirou is usually such a gentle lover, layering your skin with butterfly kisses and affectionate nips that always look so delightful come morning, but neither of you have ever gone this far with eachother, and when he's got three fingers working their way into your tight cunt it almost seems that he's gone completely feral.

"Fuck-! Eiji! Give it to me-..."

Who is he to keep you waiting?

Barely an inkling of colour flashes in his eyes, overtaken by pupils blown out with lust, and the sight is met with another wave of liquid heat pooling beneath your legs, coating his fingers in your slick.

Once he finally deems you ready, his fingers are pulled from you without remorse, leaving you empty and needy until his lubed up head pressed up against you, slowly pushing inside of you and stretching out velvety walls.

The stretch is painful at first, causing your face to scrunch in a way that has his heart fluttering for you, little tears blossoming in your eyes and shining like gemstones.

A rough but comforting thumb wipes your tears away before they can properly fall, and your boyfriend graciously gives you a few seconds to get accustomed to the sting of his girth before he's bottoming out.

He pants and furrows his eyebrows, concentrating on not cumming the second he's fully engulfed by your hot cunt, and loose red strands fall past his shoulders as he bucks into you, chasing the same pleasure he got when you squeezed around him earlier.

With time, his cock is easier to take, and it's at this point where you begin to doubt that anything or anyone would ever be enough for you after this. Could you really go back to tiny vibrators after finally getting a taste of this?

"T-tell me if- Ah-! -if I'm hurting you-..."

It's a little late for that, you think, but he's just so adorable that you can't bear to hold it against him.

◃ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 ▹

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au-sonic-smackdown · 2 months

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AU Sonic Smackdown - Round 4, Right Side

Words Hurt AU belongs to @oddogoblino

Infested AU belongs to @hejjhug

Learn more about them under the cut!

Words Hurt AU-

In this au, Earth is decaying, the planet slowly losing its ability to sustain life due to mankind’s lack of care to it. To try and survive, they attempted to move people to planet mobius as it held similar conditions as earth. The mobians at first welcomed them happily, happy to help those in need. Eventually, the humans began trying to repeat their old mistakes and began digging into mobius and setting up machines to harvest from it to try and save Earth. The planet didn’t handle this as well as earth once did, machines quickly backfiring and any mobians nearby during the incidents quickly falling ill. That’s how the infections started.

Sonic’s parents were one of the few first mobians infected, having lost them due to them going into the second form of the illness that’s caused from starvation. They’d been “quarantined” and left without food or an energy source for too long. He was only a toddler when this happened. He’s now part of Vanilla’s secret organization that helps infected mobians survive outside of the homes they’d been kicked out of due to fear. Sonic himself works as a secret delivery boy and tends to travel to make sure infected mobians have access to food and water and even just simple pleasantries like games and toys. He met Tails as a 4 yr old who’d been born from infected parents, taking care of him when they weren’t. Currently Sonic is 17 and Tails is 8.

Sonic is mostly his same ole usual self except he’s a lot less social. He doesn’t talk to anyone except for Tails, Vanilla, and sometimes Cream. He was naturally born with his super speed but keeps it hidden due to not wanting to be mistaken as an infected. He still has to fight Eggman as the mad doctor tries to manipulate both uninfected and infected mobians’ fears and resentment toward each other. He has a civilian disguise named Nicky so no one recognizes him as the superspeedy hero. He’s a bit more easily agitated but only because he doesn’t get enough sleep with his work.

Sonic’s right eye is always tearing up, not because he’s emotional but because of repeated exposure to infectious spores. The spores can only infect others if inhaled or through exposed open wounds. Hes naturally immune to the illness, but he doesn’t know that, and wouldn’t ever take chances on it. Whenever he gets injured, he disinfects the wound immediately and patches it up like others would in hopes to avoid spore-infection.

Infected mobians tend to live in abandoned spaces that their cities and towns assigned for them to live. Infected mobians feed off energy, whether that be electricity, emotions, powerful items, etc, but can also eat normal foods just fine. They need normal food to keep sane and prevent them from going into the second form that attacks anything with energy in it. Only the second form can infect others directly, making it the most dangerous and is an automatic kill-on-sight if seen. No one knows yet if you can change infected back to normal after they’ve transformed. Vanilla takes care of transformed infected when Sonic reports the incidents.

Mobians aren’t the only things infected, plant and wildlife have been mutated by the illness aswell. The symptoms of the infection is body mutations, a blue tongue, and increased hunger and thirst. Mobians born from infected parents can’t go into the second form but they become feral without food. Bites from hostile born-infected mobians are less likely to spread the infection but it isn’t impossible.

Infested AU-

Sonic, under the influence of a mysterious alien brain parasite, has become unpredictable and very, very dangerous. While all his powers remain the same, he now uses his speed to maim and kill anyone who moves. Sonic’s mental state has devolved to basic instinct, and, thanks to the parasite, he is in a near-constant state of feeling like a wild animal trapped in a corner. As a result, he will call upon impossible strength, reserved only for life-or-death scenarios. Pray you don’t catch his attention. You can’t outrun the fastest thing alive.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic au #sonic alternate universe #au sonic smackdown #round 4 #words hurt au #infested au

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minmimi2 · 2 years

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don't hit me / Maverick

˚♡⋆｡ pairing: maverick x reader

˚♡⋆｡warnings: age gap, creepy guy, mentions of harrasment.

˚♡⋆｡summary: you and mav are out on a casual night at the bar, and while you consider acting on your feelings, the presence of a creepy random man interferes and throws you off, so maverick comes with a plan to scare him away you couldn't resist. 1.0k

i made this based on the scene in mission impossible 4 :D

going feral for this man

You and mav had a weird relationship dynamic, most of the time it was friendly, at least 95% of the time, but the remaining 5% was somewhere… flirty, back and forth, it happens every so often and if you didn’t pay enough attention you may even missed it, he was so subtle and smooth with the little things and details, like brushing your hands together or moving his seat closer to yours, paying attention to the silly stories you tell him and laughing at every joke, those things that made your heart sink inside your chest. Over time you’ve had grown more conscious of this, and it only got better, he felt like the kind of person you could talk about anything with, and you were always around a sense of comfort whenever he was in the room, of course the were minor details in between you two, a little bit of an age gap, and the ranks and bla bla, minor details, but also major enough to not let you act on your feelings.

and just like the other nights this one was not different, everybody else had already headed back home and you two were left sitting on the bar, each with a drink almost forgotten sitting at the counter, seemed like it was too early to call it a night yet, and the conversation between you two went as fluent as usual, so why not continue a little longer? His company was enough reason for you to stay.

well...except, they might be something different about tonight, there was this guy, sitting at the opposite side of the bar in a little table for two, you’ve seen him around earlier back when everyone was here, just that he was sitting in a far away table near the entrance, nothing seemed off at first, he was just some random guy enjoying his evening, or so you thought, but the constant feeling of his eyes on you across the room was weirding you out, even more when you catch him by the corner of your eye getting up from his table, with a beer in his hand, leaving it on the counter as he now sat across you on the other side of the counter. Mav seemed to notice your discomfort as he followed your eyes and landed them on the man’s figure, quickly catching his intentions, staring for a few extra seconds directly into his eyes so he knows you’re not to be messed and better left alone if he didn’t wanna end his night with a bruised eye.

he tried to distract you out off it with some chat, and it was really working, Mav was taking a quick sip of his drink as he listened to the story of something that took place once during your training days, “and then Phoenix slammed the cake right on Hangman’s head, it was hilarious you’ve should've seen his face” you laughed at the same time you softly swifted mav’s arm making him giggle, “we all called him cakeman for a week” what a great memory, a sincere smile appeared on your face at the sight of Maverick’s small laugh.

he gently placed his hand on the counter as he squinted his eyes while finishing his chuckle, leaving it centimeters away from yours, if you just moved your hand a little bit you could reach him, your fingers tingling at the eagerness to make a move, but soon enough your thoughts were interrupted when your ears catched the sound of a bottle being settle a little to hard against the wood, your head moved following the noise, the guy from before had left his seat and was now standing not taking his eyes from your body, going up and down, a feeling of disgust came down your throat. He started his pace slowly, walking over to some empty boots on his right centered at the middle of the bar, and he sat down again, detail to mention he was now closer to you.

a subtle touch on your inmovile hand against the counter made you jump a bit in your seat, returning your attention to the man in front of you, his face showed somewhere in between worry and calm at the same time, he leaned closer and whispered not far from your face “don’t hit me” but before you could ask he carefully grabbed your cheeks to pull you in for a light kiss, and pressing again for another one, slowly opening his mouth and yours in the process, softly moving his lips on yours, leaving a trace of sweet scent over, your lips responded almost automatically, like you knew the path by heart, delicately pulling your hands up into his neck, pulling him closer while he breathed into the kiss. And when he pulled apart and you lost contact of him, it took you a second to re-open your eyes to face him, incredulous of what just happened, Mav’s eyes lingered to yours and for a fraction of a second they moved to somewhere behind you, but quickly came back to you, “he’s gone” you were about to ask who, submerged enough into the moment to forget about the creepy guy, but then it clicked, as you moved your head to catch his figure exiting the door, your voice trembled a little bit when you tried to speak “that’s good” murmured and nodded a couple of times, and he mimicked your action “yeah” mav breathed out “yeah” you repeated, voice getting lower, “yeah” he whispered again, with his dense breathing, his gorgeous doe green eyes were fully staring at nothing but you, up to your eyes and down to your lips a few times, licking his own in the action, seemed like you both had the same idea because in no time the two of you were almost jumping at each other again, one hand on his neck and the other one grabbing a handful of his jacket, while he placed bot his hands on the sides of your face, this kiss was a littler faster but just as amazing as the first one, so fuck the friendship, fuck the age gap, fuck the ranks, fuck everything, the feeling of his lips on yours was all you needed, and now you were sure you wanted to this again, again and again.

@miccissleeping !

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artdivadej · 1 year

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Survivor's Remorse (II)

Part Two

18+ | NSFW | PTSD

How could I?

Peeta didn’t look scared but that didn’t make this ok. He’s a guy, of course his body would react on instinct. I had no right. I immediately bolt from the bed before he can grab me with those powerful hands of his. Always trying to hold me together and I’d violated him.

“I’m so sorry”, I gasped fighting my tears of disgust.

“Sweetness, you did nothing wrong”, he called in that honey sweet baritone.

I must have looked as feral as I did when I was coming off of the trackerjacker venom during my post-torture rescue. He only ever used that tone with me when I was about to lose my shit.

“I just assaulted you Peeta!”

“No. You were sleeping you-”

“Exactly! Just like what Marvel did to me! You were unconscious!”

“It’s not the same”, he tried softly. “You know how I feel about you. Marvel had no right to touch you!”

I forgot how wild the mention of Marvel made Peeta. I’d never watched our games, no intentions on seeing myself suffer in HD when it never left my nightmares. Marvel was the only tribute that Peeta had killed but I’d been unconscious when it happened. I’d woken up 3 days later latched onto Peeta like a tick, refusing to let go. No panties or shirt under my jacket and jeans but very sore. Marvel was nowhere in sight but, there was blood on the left wall of the cave. Peeta told me he’d gotten to me in time but with the soreness I had? It was clearly to keep what little sanity I’d had left intact. I allowed them to think I’d believed the lie.

It took what little good I had left in me. Forever taking what little hope I had to be with Peeta away.

“I was unconscious. So were you. Unconscious people can’t say no”, I snarled taking another step backwards.

“It’s not the same. I invited you into my bed. I lov-”

“Stop it!” I screeched bolting from the room.

I can hear Peeta scrambling to get together to come behind me but I’ve always been faster. And I cared little for pants anyway. I darted out the window and took off to the forest. It’d grown much lusher since the districts can come and go between each other. It was warm out even with night still reigning. I needed to hurt something so I didn’t hurt myself. Going to my hollowed-out trunk I bypassed the bow today, needing more personal methods of killing tonight.

I stayed out until the sky began to turn Peeta’s favorite colors. Taking that as my sign to head back with my haul. I left half of my kill in the ice cooler in the now updated shed out here that the hunters have asked my permission to utilize. They can carry the heavy buck back to town themselves. I’d skinned it. They can do the rest.

After taking a bath in the pond I finally trekked back to the Victors Village, peeking around the homes to make sure Peeta wasn’t in sight. When the coast was clear I slid into the side window of Haymitch’s living room and started a fire, depositing my kill in the sink. He was fast asleep in one of the armchairs in front of the fire with a cup beside him. I fumbled through the middle cabinet in the back compartment for my secret stash. Found em! I grabbed three of the bottles of the clear liquid and plopped down on the loveseat in front of the fire.

“Want some pants there sweetheart?”, he chuckles with a stretch that makes his bones pop loudly.

“No. But I’ll take a blanket”

He removed the black fuzzy blanket from the chair that Peeta usually sits in and draped it over my legs since I was sitting Indian-style on the couch staring into the flames. The smell of his cinnamon wafted into my nostrils hitting me with another wave of guilt.

“You know he was here looking for you last night, right?”

“I’m sure”, I grimace swallowing 1/3 of the first bottle in one swig.

I understood why Haymitch used to drown himself daily to numb the memories. I quite liked the burn of alcohol myself and the dreamy state that I felt when it hit.

“A bit early for you, isn’t it?”

“You’re one to talk”, I snort

“Exactly. I said early for you”

He took the second bottle from my lap and poured half into his teacup. I shoot him a halfhearted smirk. Haymitch was my mentor but he became more of a father to me than I’d ever known. I liked that he was flawed. It made me feel like I wasn’t alone in this. He didn’t judge me. Haymitch just was blunt. Not everyone liked that. I did. We’d grown close in our last 5 years together knowing he wasn’t one to lie to me....normally. We sat in comfortable silence for a little while before it came tumbling out.

“I molested Peeta”, I breath shakily as I take another gulp.

Haymitch choked on his hot toddy and slammed the cup down. He was on the couch beside me forcing me to look at him faster than I could register with his powerful grip. Sometimes I forget just how agile he can be.

“That is not what you did! Don’t fucking say that again!”

“It’s what it feels like! I was never supposed to taint him!”

“Grow up! You’re both adults now. You know good and God damn well if Peeta invited you to sleep in that bed with him, he’s more than willing to take whatever you give him. He wouldn’t have allowed you to sleep beside him anymore once you turned 18 if you both hadn’t known what could come from your little arrangement!”

“Not like that Pops”, I cried wiping my eyes in frustration. “I almost did to him what Marvel did to me. It’s why I can’t with Peeta. He deserves so much better”

“Is that what you really think happened?”

I’d never seen Haymitch’s crystal blue eyes so downhearted. To finally understand that I never once believed any of them when they told me that lie to keep me sane.

That I know they’d all lied to me.

“If you refuse to watch the game, I think you owe it to Peeta to ask him about what happened that night”

“I did”

He knew this entire topic left me feeling as raw as if the gamemakers rubbed me through a grater.

“No, you didn’t. In the games all you did was ask what happened to Marvel. You never talked about it when he told you he got to you in time. You just assumed he meant saving your life”

“Drop it”

“No. Talk to him about it. It didn’t happen”

“Your pussy didn’t hurt for a week!”, I shout into his stupefied face pushing him away from me and stomping to the kitchen to grab another bottle now that mine were empty.

Haymitch is on me in seconds.

“Look, we can drink ourselves blue, but go sit. Get warm. I’ve got this. We’re going to talk about this. Now”

I resign myself to listen, my body already wracked with physical exhaustion. I didn’t want to deal with the emotional draining this topic required. I curl back up under the soft covers, staring into the flames, wishing they’d swallow me whole. The one person I swore to protect, I’d violated. Yet he’d come here looking for me worried about my mental health. Haymitch has made me a hot toddy and it warms my whole body with each sip.

“You were right you know”

“I always am” he huffed indignantly

“I could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve him”

“I was being bitter when I said that”

“Still true”

“Never was. You underestimate him as a man and that’s your problem. I know you’re healing; you’re growing. We all are. But you need to accept that he is a man now. Peeta is fully aware of the consequences to all of the choices you two make. Respect him by accepting that”

“I know full well what an amazing person Peeta is”

“Clearly. I said as a man. If you’re dry humping him in your dreams, might as well accept that you love him too. No point in fighting it sweetheart. Truth be told, I thought this happened years ago”

“Haymitch!”

Either the liquor was kicking in or he just was feeling unusually open today. We never really discussed my private life with Peeta sleeping at my place or me at his. I did feel quite loose but I didn’t feel safe. I eyed the chair warily but decided I would need his scent to sleep comfortably. I dragged the comforter up with me and curled into the plush armchair Peeta always sat in, burying my nose in the arm cushion. It smelled just like him. Bread, butter, whiskey and honeysuckle.

“You love him and it’s time to accept it. Even if you were just friends, you don’t think you owe him a conversation about what happened? No matter how in denial you are about what happened in your games”

“I’m scared”, I admit with a tremble as my body sags further into the chair.

I’d only slept for 2 hours at Peeta’s and I was exhausted, the liquor snatching the rest of my energy that his comforting scent hadn’t. I’d been comfortable pretending to believe the lie without ever having to discuss it.

“You’ll get over it” Haymitch snorts tucking the blanket in tighter around me

I feel a kiss to my forehead before I’m out.

***

Haymitch slipped some morphling in your drink. It was easy to get you to listen when he slipped you some after coming down from a manic episode as your sanity lapsed sometimes. It still happened to him sometimes too. It bothered him that you’d felt this way for 5 years but, hopefully you and Peeta would work that out.

Speaking of which.

Haymitch made his way 5 houses down, not bothering to knock as he strolled into Peeta’s kitchen. He’d been up all night worried about you. It was clear because there was fresh baked bread, rolls and bagels all over the counters. Haymitch pocketed 2 rolls clearly made from District 4’s tropical ingredients. Finnick must have sent some over. He grabbed a loaf of raisin bread that had to have come out recently because it was steaming. Peeta looked up from the sink hearing Haymitch crunch on a bear-claw behind him noisily. He quickly dropped the pan he’d been holding and darted over, his wide brown eyes full of worry.

“Is she ok?”

“You are free to come and pick up your delightful cinnamon roll at your leisure. She’s passed out in your chair. Again”

“Did...did you slip her morphling?”

“Didn’t have much choice after the nonsense she was talking”

“What do you mean?”

Peeta removed his apron and slipped on a hoodie, following Haymitch down the front stairs. Haymitch stopped and let out a sigh that seemed like it weighed his entire spirit down.

“She thinks she molested you. And that Marvel raped her”

Now it was Peeta’s turn to recoil.

“What?”

“Exactly”

It would take at least 6 hours for the morphling to wear off but Peeta was nothing if he wasn’t patient. He waited 11 years just to be noticed by you. He could wait a few more hours to clear this up and truly make you his. He made his way into Haymitch’s living room to see you passed out on his lounge. Nuzzling your nose deep into the cushions to feel as if you were surrounded by his natural smell. This brought Peeta some comfort. You still only wore one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxershorts, but it was clear you’d been out hunting. There were still some leaves in your long, dark curls. There were still some leaves in your long, dark curls. He plucked them out and ran his fingers through them tenderly.

“Sorry about this”

“Don’t be. Just...work this out. Today”

“I will”

Peeta scooped you into his arms with ease, blanket and all, carrying you to his home and lying you down back in the bed. He had at least an hour before you began to fight at the morphling, realizing you were alone.

He had to find that tape.

Then he'd have to wake up an old ally. Hopefully he'd have time for him right now.

It took about 20 minutes of fumbling through the large box from when Effie had sent the previous victor tapes over for the Quarter Quell but he finally found it. It took another 20 minutes to split the particularly unpleasant angles out, Peeta grit his teeth angrily trying to keep his head together as his rage threatened to consume him. Beetee helped him through it, talking deeply and gently through their breathing and processing techniques. Once he had the tape together he took it into the bedroom and lay it on the nightstand. Watching you sleep for a little bit, wanting to climb in beside you so bad.

A few hours of indulgence couldn't hurt.

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missy-0-piink · 1 year

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here me out,, shibusawa, fyodor, mykola, sigma +playboy bunny outfits

OML

Yes

(Also, Ivan’s crying in the corner for being left out D:)

The suits were a wonderful idea, you think, as you watch the men in one of the private rooms of sky casino

The latex bunny suits accentuated every aspect of their bodies, from their chest, to their abs, to their ass, and to their… crotch

The latex hugged their bodies so tightly it would be impossible not to see everything

You look around, your eyes first falling on shibusawa

Shibusawa is shameless, even more so than mykola, and it’s because he knows he looks good

The white bunny ears attached to his head match his hair perfectly, and they look so alluring on him

His lean thigh, chest and back muscles are out on display for everyone to see, and the latex suit hugs his slutty waist so perfectly

Though all muscle, the suit makes his ass look delectable, with the little bunny tail adding a cute effect

He’s standing proudly, elegant, as though he was in his normal clothing,

However, you noticed that he’d rarely walk, probably to do with how unsteady he was walking on the heels that you picked out with his suit

And he was completely ignoring the fact that everyone could see the imprint of his cock very clearly (not hard, just packing)

it made you feral

Your gaze then moves to mykola

Mykola, is the thiccest out of everyone

Like shibu, his bunny ears and tail are both white/silver, matching his hair

His beautifully thick thighs pop out of the suit, and his the garters you oh so graciously supplied him highlight how juicy they are, the meat of them straining against the leather

And his chest? Dear lord, his chest.

Man’s got some DD titties that are just barely covered by the suit, the plushness of them just begging to be squished and toyed with

The latex of the suit showcases his ass so perfectly, the fat of each cheek moving with him as he walks, the high heels changing the way he walked so it really made his cheeks bounce

But the cherry on top?

The plastic of the suit hugs his dick tightly, the imprint of his bulge (again, he’s not hard, just hung) very visible

It made your mouth water

Fyodor, however, is aloof and distant, choosing to sit down to avoid walking in the heels you bought (he thought he’d be able to do it, after all, in theory it was easy; but in practice? Not so much) and cross his legs, desperately trying to keep whatever dignity he had left, hiding his crotch and ass from view

How dare you win a bet against his group and force them to wear slutty bunny suits

Really, he doesn’t know why he’s even complying to the idea (it’s because he loves the way you stare at him, your eyes full of lust and praise as you take him in)

His ears and tail are black, matching his hair

And while being in the thinner side, his chest and shoulders are still broad, with his waist tapering in

And while his clothes were usually modest and hid that fact very well, there was no hiding from the suit, with it showing his figure beautifully, the prominence of his shoulder blades making him look almost delicate

And poor, poor sigma

He’s blushing furiously, standing with his back against the wall so his ass is hidden from everyone’s line of sight

his hands are held in front of his crotch, also hiding it from view

He had to, the tightness of the latex leaving nothing to the imagination (and he’d be lying if the pressure of the suit didn’t make him react in certain ways)

You had ordered a special pair of ears, one white and the other lilac, matching his dual toned hair

He was used to wearing heels, so the shoes didn’t bother him, and he, along with mykola, were experts at walking in them (even though it didn’t seem like it with the way the poor man’s legs were shaking)

“So,” you announce loudly, watching as everyone looks at you, “who wants to have an orgy!”

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This is probably the most down bad post I’ve made, can you tell I have a thing for mykola being juicy? (Had dare bones remove his thiccness 😭)

I feel… slightly ashamed of myself 😞

LMAO

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a fragile line - chapter 13

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC

Tags: extreme slow burn, age gap, older man/younger woman, protective joel, jealous joel, hurt/comfort, pov third person, mutual pining, angst, sexual tension, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, feral joel, parental abuse, eventual smut.

Fic synopsis: three years ago, Juliet escaped her father's religious survivor camp, ending up in the Boston QZ. Juliet created a life for herself in Boston, desperate to forget the trauma of her upbringing. One day, Juliet arrives home to find a mysterious letter which forces her to return to her home town. Juliet can't travel the harsh post-apocalyptic landscape alone, so she enlists the help of the grumpy and, at times, frightening man she works alongside: Joel Miller.

Word count: 6.3k

Chapter 13: 'First Defeat'

Juliet's POV:

Juliet’s legs were about to give out.

With each shaky step, her body threatened to crumple onto the cracked pavement beneath her. She struggled to support her own weight, let alone the hulking figure of the man draped against the left side of her body, with his arm locked around her neck.

Joel’s remaining consciousness was only visible in the slight shuffle of his feet, helping Juliet as she dragged his body along the street. Sweat soaked her forehead, dampening her hairline. Her breaths were short and rapid, a dizziness creeping into her head, staggering her brutal steps. Juliet risked a quick glance down at the pavement. Vicious red drops of blood followed them, darkening the ground in a trail of horror.

Juliet’s erratic breaths caught at the sight of Joel’s blood.

She tightened her hold on his body, her fingers digging into his side. She urged him, with the press of her torn nails against his flannel, to stay awake, to stay with her.

A bead of sweat dripped from her forehead down her face as Juliet’s mind repeated the same words, anchoring her drifting thoughts back to the burning of her weakening limbs: just a few more steps, just a few more steps, just a few more steps.

Earlier that day:

“So, how’d you end up in Boston anyway?” Juliet queried in a quiet voice.

Joel’s head turned sharply towards her, irritation clear in his tight expression.

“Pass,” he responded.

Juliet sighed in a long, overly dramatic, exhale. Then she turned, glancing up at the man walking beside her. Juliet had a habit of silently inspecting his face when he wasn’t looking, her eyes would trace the stubble along his jaw, glide over the curve of his nose, and follow the fine lines around his eyes which were usually trained on the road ahead of them. This time, though, Joel’s gaze was focused on Juliet, irritation still housed within his hard features, but his eyes…. his eyes were warm, open, amused. Juliet nearly stumbled over her own feet.

She blinked, looking away.

Another week or so had passed since the high school, when Joel had stayed awake all night to make sure Juliet didn’t fall asleep. Her concussion had cleared up a few days ago but Joel was still vigilant about sleeping next to her. Juliet didn’t mind, she found that the soft sounds he made in his sleep were comforting, soothing almost. Juliet liked the reminder that he was close to her.

The road they were walking was long, and the afternoon heat was heavy. Juliet was bored, and sweaty, and as per usual, she needed a distraction. So, for the past hour, she had fired question after question at Joel, praying one would land, prompting him to share some aspect of himself with her. Juliet held every small bit of information she had gathered about him close to her chest. He was cold, lethal, and a constant mystery to her.

But, unsurprisingly, each hopeful question had bounced off of Joel as his mental shields deflected every one of Juliet’s attempts to get to know him.

Juliet decided to chase her distraction in other ways. She tilted her head around to look at the trees enclosing them on an endless road of abandoned cars and decaying houses, her mind drifting to imagine an alternate version of herself sitting on one of the porch swings. What it must have felt like to sit there and watch the daylight fade into soft oranges and pinks. She could have read her books and drifted off into her imaginary worlds with no concern for what the next day would bring, or who the next day might bring her closer to. A cold chill attacked Juliet’s bare arms despite the heavy afternoon heat. She shivered, her eyebrows pinching together.

Every day that passed was another day closer to freeing Ethan from her father. Juliet’s steps involuntarily quickened at the thought. She missed Ethan, her heart ached when the memory his pleading eyes the night she left all those years ago floated through her mind. For Ethan, Juliet would trade her remaining freedom. This was a decision she had made peace with, she always knew her freedom was never secured. Each step was another step closer to Ethan, yes, but it was also another step closer to her father. These slow days travelling with Joel were her last chance to experience life outside of the towering walls of her father’s community, her last chance to explore the ruins of life scattered around America, her last chance to smile and actually mean it.

Juliet snuck another glance at Joel, he was walking with his usual pace, his fingers tapping against his dark jeans. Joel would get her to her father, she trusted that he would, and then he would leave, use his gifted weapons to find his brother and disappear from her life forever. She would return to her prison, never to forget the sound of his irritated sigh, the hard clench of his jaw, or the look in his eyes that day at the gas station.

Joel, on the other hand, would find his brother and forget all about her, as if she never existed. As if he had never held her in his arms or wiped a tear from her cheek.

They weren’t far from Juliet’s old community now, probably another week if Joel had calculated it right. Fear threatened to settle upon her shoulders, weighing Juliet down for the remainder of their journey together. Juliet fought against it, using her familiar tactic of constant distraction to keep the terror at bay, to allow her to enjoy her last days of independence.

“Hey,” Joel’s voice called behind her.

Juliet’s feet staggered to a stop, turning to face him. She hadn’t realised he had slowed, falling behind. He had his map out, his finger tracing the roads. Juliet walked back towards him, shielding her eyes from the blinding sun. It was early autumn now, the trees had begun to turn that shade of russet orange, but the heat still remained in the air, refusing to entirely leave summer behind.

Joel’s jacket was tucked under the strap of his backpack, like her own, and the sleeves of his green flannel were rolled up, revealing his tanned forearms. His veins were bulging in the heat, Juliet kept her eyes focused on the map in his hands, blinking any time her traitorous vision would glide over his strong arms.

“What’s up?” she asked with a cough, clearing her throat.

“Heard a place up here used to be a firefly basecamp, might be worth checkin’ out for some ammo left behind,” Joel explained, using his free hand to point up a road to their right.

Their night at the high school had provided them with plenty cans of semi-edible food for the rest of their journey if they rationed right, which Joel always made sure they did. However, they were running low on ammo, dangerously low. Juliet only had a couple bullets left in her gun. She made sure to sharpen her knife last night before she fell asleep.

Juliet nodded. “Lead the way,” she replied, with a mock salute.

Joel gave her a long look before tucking his map back in his back pocket and moving to turn up the street he had pointed to. Juliet followed behind.

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“Wait, another high school?” Juliet asked, amazed. Her eyes widened as she stared at the sprawling campus they had just entered, Juliet struggled to comprehend the amount of people who must have once walked these paths and filled these buildings.

“No, a University,” Joel answered, looking down at her with an unreadable expression.

“Oh,” Juliet murmured, still staring at the collection of towering buildings stretching beyond her view.

“So people would go here after high school?” she asked, her curiosity overpowering her.

“Some did,” Joel replied, then started walking again, heading towards the first building. Its red bricks were drowning in moss and vines but it still looked relatively well preserved, the overgrown look actually added to its charm, Juliet thought.

“To do what?” she questioned as she raced to catch up with him.

“They lived here, went to classes and stuff,” Joel explained as they climbed the stairs towards the entrance, avoiding the thick cracks in the concrete.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Think it was just as much about partying and findin’ themselves as anythin’ else.”

“Right,” Juliet replied quickly, as if she knew what he meant.

They reached the top of the stairs and Joel released a relieved sigh as Juliet wiped more sweat off her forehead. Then she turned, looking around them. The surrounding area was eerily quiet, without the twenty years worth of greenery leaking from every brick on every building, the University would look almost normal, Juliet assumed. Well, apart from the firefly symbol spray-painted across the door of the closest building.

Joel looked down at Juliet, then nudged his head in the direction of the door before he started walking again, slower this time after climbing all those steps. Juliet stepped forward, ready to follow Joel towards the building when something darted across the corner of her vision. Juliet didn’t hesitate, she pulled out her gun and whipped it in the direction of the figure.

The safety was off and Juliet had her finger hovered over the trigger when she stopped, her body freezing in a state of shock. It wasn’t a man lurking to her left, it was a strange hairy creature that was now sprinting towards her.

Juliet would have been embarrassed to admit it, but she screamed.

She let out a loud, piercing cry and darted towards Joel. Juliet would face off any man who dared to approach her, but she didn’t fuck with whatever that thing was.

She grabbed hold of Joel’s arm who had already begun to race towards her, genuine terror on his face. Then he noticed what had spooked Juliet.

Juliet hid behind Joel’s back, her fingers bunched in his shirt. She waited for Joel to make his move, would he shoot the thing? Or pull them somewhere safe?

What Juliet didn’t expect was the sound of his laughter. Juliet felt Joel’s shoulders shake as he barked out a stunned chuckle.

“What the hell?” she murmured under her breath as she pulled away from Joel. The creature was still there, just standing staring at them, moving its weird arms. Juliet’s whole body shuddered.

Strangely, she was now more shocked by Joel’s laughter as she turned to look at his face. His features were attempting to reconstruct his usual expression of cool indifference but Juliet could still make out the amusement shining through. The lines around his eyes had crinkled and his lips were pursed, as though he was actively restraining himself from smiling.

Juliet frowned.

“What is that thing?” she demanded in a low voice, scared she’d startle it into running towards her again.

Joel looked down at her, his lip twitching when he caught sight of her shocked face.

“First time seein’ a money?” he asked as he raised his eyebrows,

Juliet smacked his arm. “Of course it’s my first time seeing a monkey, you dick,” she scoffed, stuffing her gun back in her pocket.

Joel raised his hands in mock surrender. “Must be from the old labs,” he explained, his mouth now curved in a clear smile. It made him look younger, his face softened with the hint of joy.

Juliet’s gaze bounced between the monkey and Joel for several seconds before she barked out a laugh of her own, her hands reaching up to cover her mouth as a smile overtook her serious expression. Joel dropped his hands slowly, his eyes not leaving Juliet’s warm gaze. Her laughter was loud and unrestrained. Joel took a step backwards, wiping a hand over his face to erase any remnants of his amusement. Something in her smile had startled him.

“Come on,” he murmured, then turned, striding towards the entrance.

Juliet’s smile dropped. She took one last look at the monkey before she followed Joel into the building, the cold enveloping them as they took out their guns and torches.

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The door opened with a loud creak as Joel pushed against it, the handle stiff as it turned in his hand. Joel went first, walking into the large room, his head scanning the rows and rows of seats shaped in a tiered circle around half the room. Juliet gasped when she entered, she had never been in a room this big.

They had already sweeped the bottom floor, searching each room for leftover supplies. No luck yet. Joel wasn’t too worried, he told Juliet they would be more likely to find stuff in the labs. This didn’t look like a lab, though.

Joel must have seen Juliet’s confused expression. “It’s a lecture hall,” he explained. “Professors would teach hundreds of students in a room like this.”

“Wow,” Juliet whispered as she moved to stand before the enormous chalkboard at the front of the room. Then she turned, looking back at Joel, who was still scanning the room, searching for any threats.

“This make you all nostalgic?” she asked as she attempted to meet his eyes.

Joel huffed and reached a hand up to scratch the back of his head. “Didn’t go to University,” he replied, his voice quieter than usual.

“No? What did you do?” Juliet pressed, moving away from the chalkboard to hover near him.

Joel took a long minute to answer, busing himself with rifling through the papers on the desk in front of him. Then finally, he replied.

“I just did my job.”

“Which was?”

“We were called contractors”

Juliet was shocked, not by what he said, but by his decision to actually answer her questions. She bit her lip and thought about her response, careful not to spook him. Joel was like a wild animal sometimes, he was always in fight of flight, Juliet had to tiptoe around him, praying that he wouldn’t run at the first sign of her gentle curiosity.

“Contractors?” she finally asked, keeping her tone as casual as possible. She didn’t want him to know that she was hanging onto his every word.

“Built houses, stores, that kinda thing.”

“That’s pretty cool.”

“Yeah, guess it was.”

Before Juliet could ask him another question, he walked towards the door, having decided their tour of this room was over. Juliet sighed, her steps echoing in the silent room as she jogged to catch up with him.

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“This might be something,” Juliet announced as they stepped into the first lab they came across. Firefly symbols were dotted about the walls. Joel scoffed at the sight. “Hmmm,” he agreed.

Juliet moved over to the windows lining the back wall. The blazing sun had dimmed, fading into the softer light of early evening. Juliet turned the handle and cracked the window open, allowing the hot air from outside to clear away the staleness of the lab. She stepped backwards, gazing out at the University campus, it was so beautiful, Juliet wished they could stay longer. When she turned back around, Joel was bent down at some cabinets, opening and closing doors, searching for anything valuable.

Juliet joined him, taking a seat on the floor to rifle through a low cupboard. Joel didn’t look at her as she sat beside him, but his body visibly tensed. Juliet shifted away from him, she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

They worked together for a while, searching every inch of the room. Every cupboard, every cabinet, every desk. They found nothing of value, only the trash that the fireflies left behind. Joel muttered under his breath a few times, Juliet thought she heard him say “Typical.”

When they decided this room was a bust, Juliet stood up, wiping her hands off her worn trousers. Joel was already heading towards the door, ready to start searching the next room. When he was a couple steps away, he stopped suddenly, his head whipped towards the window as he reached out a hand to still Juliet’s movements.

“What?” Juliet whispered, she hadn’t heard anything strange.

Joel gave her one of his lethal looks, raising a steady finger to his lips.

Then she heard it:

“This way,” a voice called from below the window.

Juliet’s eyes darted to Joel’s, her lips parting in shock.

His finger hadn’t moved from his lips. They stood there frozen for several long seconds before they heard anything more.

“Shut the fuck up,” another voice growled.

Joel moved his finger from his lips and reached down to grab Juliet’s wrist, his large hand enclosing around her. Juliet blinked up at him, watching as he removed his gun from his pocket with his other hand, urging Juliet with a pointed look to do the same. She did as he asked.

Joel’s hand was still around her wrist and he used that position to pull her closer, his face tilted down. “Out the back,” he murmured as his hot breath skimmed over her face. Juliet nodded and swallowed rough, her brain wasn’t working at full capacity due to Joel’s close proximity.

He scanned her face once more then moved, pulling Juliet behind him as they stalked out the room and down the hallway, searching for a stairwell. Juliet stumbled to keep up with his pace. His grip on her wrist was tight, but it didn’t hurt. Joel would never hurt her.

When they reached the end of the hallway, Joel let go of Juliet to push on the double doors into the stairwell. There were no windows, but there wasn’t enough time to get their torches out of their bags again. Juliet bit her lip again as she followed Joel’s blurry figure down the stairs. She was very much aware of the fact that they had little to no ammo left, and they didn’t know how many men there were outside. At the bottom, Juliet could make out a fire exit door lining the wall. Joel reached a hand behind him to brush against her arm, checking she was still there, before he pushed against the doors.

The afternoon sun bled through the dark of the stairwell as the doors popped open. Juliet glanced up at Joel’s face. He nodded, reassuring her that everything would be okay, they just had to get off the campus and back to the main road as quickly as possible. “Ready?” he mouthed.

Juliet adjusted her grip on her gun before she nodded back, she was ready.

They darted around the edge of the building as they tried to get their bearings. Every building and every path looked the same, Juliet’s head was spinning as Joel signalled for them to move more into the open. Her eyes were wide as Joel nodded reassuringly.

The bolted across the grass, heading for the path she now recognised from earlier. Juliet’s heart was banging against her chest but she kept moving, kept following Joel. He would get them out of this, she trusted him with everything she had.

“Got them!” a voice called from behind them.

Juliet’s head swung around but she kept running. They had spotted them, two men were headed in their direction.

Joel stopped suddenly and Juliet ran into him, her whole body shaking as she slammed against his hard chest. He grabbed her and pulled her behind him. Juliet struggled against his hold, attempting to stand beside him but Joel was having none of it. “Stay behind me and stay quiet,” he ground out, only loud enough for her to hear. Juliet grunted as Joel’s arm stretched behind him and held her against his back.

Juliet moved her head slightly so she could see around Joel’s arm. The men were closer now, Juliet felt Joel reach his arms up and fire a shot from his gun. She flinched as the sound rang out in her ears.

She heard a shout as one of the men fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Juliet tried to move around Joel to help take out the next man, but in the same second Joel darted forward, grabbing the other man in a headlock.

A sneer overtook Joel’s face as Juliet watched him strangle the man in his arms. She didn’t blink when she heard the crunch of his neck breaking. Joel let the man fall to the ground. Then he turned, facing Juliet, breathing heavily.

Juliet started to move towards him, her hands twitching to comfort him, to thank him for saving them again. She stopped when she noticed another figure darting towards Joel from behind.

“Joel!” she shouted, pointing behind him.

Joel turned just in time, grabbing the other man’s arm before he fired a shot. They struggled against each other, standing too close so Joel couldn’t shoot. This man was stronger too, Joel wasn’t able to take him out as quickly as the other two.

Juliet started to panic, her hands shook as she positioned her gun and tried to get a clear shot of the guy’s head. They were moving too much, it was impossible.

Juliet moved closer as Joel swung the man around, this was it, this was her chance.

She pulled the trigger.

The man fell backwards, his head smashing off the concrete ground.

Juliet gasped, finally catching her breath after holding it for so long.

Joel stood across from her, his mouth gaped open. His face was a strange colour, almost chalky, verging on pale. He kept his frantic eyes on Juliet as he started to walk towards her. When he took his first step he stumbled, Juliet mindlessly reached a hand out, desperate to stabilise him. But then her gaze slowly dropped downwards…

A knife was lodged in his side.

Joel’s eyes followed hers, instantly spotting the blade impaling his lower torso. He let out a rough breath before he raised his hand and gripped the handle of the knife.

A shot of fear fired through Juliet’s heart. She darted towards Joel, ready to pull his hand back.

“Joel, no!”

She wasn’t quick enough. Joel pulled the knife from his abdomen, leaving behind a fast spreading smudge of dark red on his green flannel.

Juliet caught him before he fell, her hands gripped his broad shoulders, holding him upright. Her face was caught in between his neck and shoulder, his skin was already so hot. Was it supposed to be that hot? Her mind spiralled inwards, trying to remember every medical tip Ethan had taught her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything other than the weight of Joel’s body as she kept him on his feet.

“We have to get out of here,” she groaned into his neck, her voice higher than usual. Panic started to grip her. She didn’t know what to do, where to take him, or how to help him. Juliet strengthened her hold on his shoulders and pushed away from him temporarily, her arms shaking as she turned and positioned his arm to drape over her shoulders as his weight rested on the left side of her body. She nearly screamed as his weight put pressure on her bad shoulder.

Joel’s head rolled off of her, he was gaining consciousness again. Juliet took this opportunity to start moving forward, Joel’s feet stumbling beside her own.

She willed her breathing to slow, she needed some clarity of mind if she was going to get them out of there. If she was going to save Joel.

Joel groaned into Juliet’s ear, his hot breath staining her cheek.

“Leave me,” he coughed out. “Get out of here.”

“Fuck that,” Juliet growled, her voice straining as they struggled across the grass, towards the path back to the road.

Joel coughed again. Juliet had no idea how bad his injury was, she didn’t get a good look at it, just grabbed him and started moving. What if he has internal bleeding? she thought. Juliet had no medical knowledge, she might have listened to Ethan ramble on about his training for hours on end but that didn’t mean she knew the first thing about healing a stab wound.

All Juliet could focus on was getting him off this cursed campus and finding somewhere to hole up, then she would look at his wound and figure out how fucked they really were.

She remembered that house they passed with the porch swing. It wasn’t far, they could make it. Juliet bit her lip, her teeth piercing the delicate skin until she tasted blood. The pain grounded her, dragged her mind away from her anxiety and back to the pressure of Joel’s body against hers.

…………………………………….

Juliet’s legs were about to give out.

With each shaky step, her body threatened to crumple onto the cracked pavement beneath her. Juliet’s legs struggled to support her own weight, let alone the hulking figure of the man draped against the left side of her body, with his arm locked around her neck.

Juliet’s erratic breaths caught at the sight of Joel’s blood.

She tightened her hold on his body, her fingers digging into his side. She urged him, with the press of her torn nails against his flannel, to stay awake, to stay with her.

The house with the porch swing was in her line of sight, they were so close. Juliet couldn’t look behind her but she prayed with everything in her that they had killed all of the men at the University. She had no fight left in her.

When they reached the house, Juliet cursed as she noticed the porch steps. She wanted to stop and catch her breath before she attempted them, but she knew that if she stopped she probably wouldn’t be able to start walking again. Joel must have sensed, with some detached part of his brain, that Juliet was struggling and he managed to strengthen his steps, pulling some of his own weight up the stairs.

When they approached the front door, Juliet was able to offload some of Joel’s weight onto the wall so she could free one of her hands to turn the door handle. Joel’s entire face was coated in a worrying sheen of sweat, his colour still unusually pale. Juliet steeled herself to take his weight again as she dragged him through the front door. There was a living room to their left and they stumbled towards it. With one last push of her strength, Juliet removed Joel’s arm from around her shoulders and positioned his body so it would slowly tip onto the couch in front of them.

That didn’t go to plan.

Joel tripped over his legs and dropped to the ground beside the couch, his head just missing the corner of the coffee table. Juliet gasped, her hands covering her mouth for a brief, stunned moment before she bent down, pushing the coffee table away. She groaned loud as she pulled his upper body up to slip his bag off his back, sitting it beside her own as she contemplated lifting him onto the couch.

That was until her eyes landed on his face and she realised that he had completely passed out, there was no way she could lift him without support. Instead, she bunched up her jacket and slid it under his head, then rocked back on her heels and buried her face in her hands.

She had to think, try to imagine what Ethan would do in this situation.

Juliet removed her hands from her face and watched them tremble as she reached towards Joel’s abdomen. She bent down properly, putting her knees to the floor as she leaned forward and pulled back Joel’s flannel and the grey t-shirt underneath. Her breath hissed through her teeth when she saw the state of his wound.

There was so much blood, the bottom half of his flannel was almost entirely stained red. Juliet instantly pressed her hand on it, finally remembering what Ethan had said about pressure stopping blood flow. It definitely needed stitches, she knew that much.

Juliet looked around her as tears started to blur her vision. Now that she had stopped moving, her mind began to process everything that just happened. She choked on a sob.

She shook her head sharply, not letting her fear take over just yet. She had a job to do, Joel needed her. While keeping one hand firmly latched onto Joel’s wound, she reached behind her to Joel’s backpack, pulling it forward so she could rifle through it. Juliet knew Joel extensive first aid kit in there, he had had got it from Bill and Frank’s and used it on her multiple times over the past few weeks. Now it was Juliet’s turn.

Finally, her fingers felt the corner of it and she dragged it out of his bag. With one hand she rested it on her lap and popped it open. Inside was gauze, plasters, some sort of antiseptic liquid, and a suture kit. Relief flowed through her at the sight. Juliet looked at Joel’s face again, hoping he would stay unconscious while she closed his wound. She squeezed her eyes shut, put more pressure on Joel’s wound, then opened them, blinking away her hesitation and moved to pick up the kit.

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Twenty minutes later, Juliet sat back against the coffee table and stared at her handiwork. Her fingers had trembled with every stitch but she’d done it. Ethan would have been proud.

Her fingers were stained with Joel’s blood, Juliet couldn’t stand the sight of it. She pulled her water canister from her bag, took a swig, then poured some over her hands, watching as the water and blood mixed together on the wooden floor. The water had cured the dryness in her mouth but she needed something stronger. Juliet dug about in Joel’s bag again, pulling out his whiskey flask.

He had never let her have any, the whole time they had travelled together. She must have asked him at least five times and everytime he would shake his head, end of discussion. Now, though, she needed it.

Juliet welcomed the burn as the liquid slid down her throat, warming her insides. She struggled to take her eyes off Joel, watching his chest rise and fall in shallow breaths. Juliet took another sip of his whiskey. Surely he would wake up soon, he had to. Juliet refused to imagine a possibility where he didn’t open his eyes.

Juliet felt a hot tear slide down her face. She reached up to wipe it away and remembered when it was Joel’s fingers that grazed her cheek. “Open your eyes, Joel,” she whispered as another tear dripped onto her lap. She didn’t even wipe it away this time.

“Please,” she choked out. “I don’t know how to do this without you.”

Her head hit the coffee table again, her eyes squeezed shut, forcing the tears to pour from the corner of her eyelids. Juliet began to feel the warmth of the whiskey approach the pain in her head, dulling it a little.

She didn’t feel his touch at first, not until Joel’s hand circled her wrist, squeezing her blood stained skin. Juliet’s eyes blinked open, instantly meeting Joel’s weary gaze. His stare was piercing as it slid over her face and down her body, to the flask in her hand.

“Gimme some of that,” he croaked out.

A laugh burst from Juliet, her head spinning with how quick she sat up. She leaned forward over his body, her free hand reaching to cup his cheek, a couple tears dripped from her bloodshot eyes to his sweat soaked forehead. “Joel,” she breathed, smiling down at him.

Joel stared back at her with wide eyes, his gaze wandering over her face, hovering over her lips before he met her eyes again. She watched as he swallowed roughly. Then Juliet remembered his request.

“Here,” she said, circling her hand around the back of his neck to raise his head slightly as she tipped the flask to his cracked lips. Joel didn’t take his eyes off of her as he gulped the amber liquid. When he was done, she gently placed his head back on the makeshift pillow and leaned back just enough to rest her hand against his shoulder. Juliet didn’t know what had come over her, but she found that she couldn’t keep her hands off of him. She had to make sure he was really there.

Joel tipped his head forward to stare down at his wound, which was now covered in gauze. His eyes darted back up to Juliet’s, shock filled his features.

“You stayed,” he said roughly.

Juliet swallowed, letting her head drop in confirmation. “Of course I stayed,” she whispered. “I need you.”

Those three words triggered something in Joel, his fingers still latched around her wrist started to move, painting small circles against her skin. That electricity that always danced between them flickered and sparked with each swipe of his fingers. Juliet’s breath caught in her throat as she registered that dark look in his eyes. It must be the whiskey, making her see things. Because Juliet couldn’t possibly see desire shining in Joel’s eyes, it wasn’t possible. Joel was cold, stoic, heartless, he couldn’t look at someone the way he was looking at Juliet in that moment.

Juliet was definitely hallucinating when Joel’s fingers moved from her wrist up to her wet face as his calloused thumb grazed over the cut on her lip. A muscle jumped in his jaw as he stared at the blood now staining the tip of his finger. His gaze hardened. The danger lurking in his eyes didn’t frighten Juliet, it never did, it only made her want to move closer, to see what else hid behind his heated stare. She felt her body begin to lean forward, her hand slid from Joel’s shoulder to his neck then back up to cup his cheek, the rough hair of his beard pricking her fingers.

Blood started pumping in Juliet’s ears, drowning out her mind which screamed at her to sit back, to stay away from the wounded man on the floor, to run scared from the hunger in his eyes.

Juliet was never good at following orders.

She moved those last few inches towards Joel’s face, neither of them blinked as Juliet’s lips hovered over his. Their breaths mingled together as sparks ran across her vision. Then Joel moved, his eyelashes brushing against Juliet’s as he leaned forward to crash his lips onto hers.

Kissing Joel was brutal, hot, and messy. There was so gentleness, no softness, only the hard press of his lips and the savage way they parted for her. His hand moved to the back of her neck, circling her delicate throat with the press of his fingers, pulling her towards him, suffocating her on his lips. Juliet’s mind was blank, the screaming had stopped. She couldn’t remember the last time her mind had been so quiet. The roaring of her blood in her ears and the grunts rumbling in Joel’s throat were the only sounds that she could hear.

Her whole body burned, it felt as though she had swallowed the entire flask of whiskey. Joel’s lips were a drug she had resisted for so long, now that she had a taste she would never forget the feeling. Joel pulled her closer, squeezing the back of her neck. Juliet ran her hand through his hair in response, her fingers tugged on the dark brown strands. She could feel the hunger that his eyes had promised, it stroked the fire raging within her.

Juliet moaned against his lips and moved to press her chest against his, desperate for any sense of friction. She gasped as Joel let out a groan of pain, pulling his lips off of hers. Juliet threw herself backwards, her head almost smacking against the coffee table as her eyes darted to Joel’s wound. She had forgotten herself, forgotten where they were, forgotten what had happened.

The sound of their harsh breaths echoed in the darkening room. Juliet hesitantly reached her fingers up to graze over her swollen lips as she risked a glance at Joel’s face. His eyes were black. His chest moving up and down in rapid movements as he winced in pain.

“Oh god,” Juliet murmured against her fingers. “I’m sorry, I -” she grasped at an apology, searching for any words which would help explain her actions. Juliet couldn’t even make sense of what had just happened, how could she possibly explain herself to Joel? She forced herself to blink, looking away from Joel’s weighted gaze. Her mind was screaming again, embarrassment flooded her body in a dark red flush.

Juliet gripped the coffee table and stood, swaying slightly as her blood rushed to her head. She had to step away for a moment, find any remnants of her sanity to cling onto.

“I’ll be back in a second,” Juliet explained in a low voice as she moved to the living room door, making a very conscious decision not to look back at Joel. She couldn't bring herself to witness the disgust she was sure now linger in his eyes. Instead, she stared straight ahead as she stumbled out the room.

As she reached the front door, Juliet thought she heard Joel call after her. But she was already gone, stepping out into the chill evening air as the door slammed behind her.

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@amyispxnk @shotgun-shelby

#joel miller x original character #joel miller x reader #joel miller x oc #joel miller #joel miller angst #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fic #joel miller hbo #joel miller x female oc #ao3 fanfic #tlou #tlou joel #joel the last of us #the last of us #Spotify #pedro pascal

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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wait wait i got another,

so yknow how both foxy and withered bonnie are just sitting in the hall as if their both teaming to get you?

how bout a yan team up with both withered bonnie and withered foxy

Oh, sure! I'll do a bit of poly/rivalry in this. Animatronic or android, doesn't really matter. I got motivation for this through FNAF songs in my Spotify. Concept as not specified.

No dead kids! Just sentient robots like in SB.

Yandere! Withered Foxy + Withered Bonnie

(Nightguard! Darling)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic - Rivalry/Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Violence, Obsession, Isolation, Clingy behavior, Possessive behavior, Rivalry turns into sharing with tension, Protective behavior, Jealousy, They tolerate each other for you, Kidnapping implied, Attempted murder/Murder.

The two bots have their differences from their original production.

Withered Bonnie is intimidating and aware that he's broken.

Bonnie's aggressive at times but for the most part he's saddened by his appearance.

The bunny used to be so prideful of his skills, now he hates being kept in a cramped room and feels neglected.

Withered Foxy is much more aggressive compared to his usual self.

This is because he feels much more isolated than before, making him irritable.

He's one of the more feral Foxy's.

There's a good chance he'll be too eager and hurt his darling the first few times he meets you.

But he is grateful to see a new face after only seeing the withereds for so long....

Both bots share something in common, they want attention.

All of the withereds want attention due to being locked up for so long....

Yet Bonnie and Foxy are the ones that get attached to their new nightguard friend the most.

The way you deal with the two bots is very different.

Bonnie tries to go through the vents and hallway to see you, craving your attention and validation.

Foxy won't fall for the stupid mask trick, he just tries to jump into your office.

Until he's flashbanged by your flashlight.

They aren't aware they the same fixation until they meet each other in the hallway.

Safe to say one asks questions... then they realize they have the same desperation towards you.

At first this causes violence between the two bots.

Foxy's possessive with his rotting mind, he's never been noticed since his cove was closed down and was transferred here.

Why should he give you up to Bonnie? That bunny had his time to shine.

Bonnie's obsession over you turns possessive due to his obsessive need for validation.

He thinks you don't mind his appearance!

He also doesn't harm you unlike the fox.

Your shift only gets worse when you hear metal against metal echo in the pizzeria.

It's them fighting, busting each other up more than they were previously.

The fighting and rivalry is intense.

They now try to claw their way towards you with new purpose.

Bonnie stays in your room longer, no longer falling for the mask trick.

He knows you're there... he's always known.

Why don't you just talk with him?

He'd never hurt you.

Foxy has made a deal with Balloon Boy to get into your office.

The kid bot steals any batteries he can find and hides them away.

This allows Foxy to leap into your office and "play" with his best mate.

If either of them get into your office they usually don't hurt you.

They try to befriend you... making conversation.

They don't leave for hours so their rival doesn't enter.

The only good thing that comes from them is the fact other bots stay away.

You're guarded by either one of them.

Their "sharing" is a truce to tolerate each other.

They hate the idea but it is for the same goal.

They both care for you, they both want your attention and care, and soon...

You'll get a new job and leave them alone.

The thought of you soon finishing your week here pulls them together for a common goal.

They don't want to lose you.

That's when we get the moment of the two teaming up.

That's when you see them in the hall.

The sight unnerves you.

You're half used to them... but the idea of sentient robots is still a new concept to you.

You've never seen them in the hall with each other....

According to their chatter with you, you thought they disliked each other despite being friends at one point.

Foxy always spoke Bonnie's name with a hateful growl...

Meanwhile Bonnie was sent into a glitchy fit when the fox was mentioned.

Why are they so close now?

What were they even fighting for before?

You don't have much time to react as both bots can't be dealt with at the same time.

Even if they were friendly before... can you trust it?

You go for your flashlight... only to be met with laughter before BB scurries off.

You curse to yourself... fearfully staring back at the eyes in the darkness.

This was it....

Even if you defended against Bonnie, Foxy would attack.

You were at a loss.

Foxy enters first, supernatural speed catching you off guard.

You fall out of your chair with your heart pounding, making the fox laugh.

He hadn't even touched you!

Then Bonnie enters, faceless appearance staring at your shaking form on the floor.

Thoughts of them tearing into your flesh flash into your mind.

You scramble up right just as Foxy takes his place in front of you and Bonnie rounds the desk behind you.

Cornered... surrounded... at their mercy.

"Heard you were leaving this week!" Foxy scoffs.

"Why would you want to leave us... aren't we your friends?" Bonnie whines through his voice box.

You can't seem to find the words to reply... you're stunned.

"I don't think we can let you leave, matey."

"You belong here... with us. We care for you... don't you care for us?"

You have trouble believing that.

You still have marks from the two being too rough when they met you.

You don't have much of a choice in the matter.

By the end of the week the two abduct you.

Hiding you is an issue.

They could find an empty suit... maybe muffle your screams...

They'll find a way.

You have bathrooms, you have food to eat, they can take care of you.

If any of the other bots turn hostile towards you, the two bots defend you.

If employees find you and try to take you away...

Either Foxy or Bonnie will deal with them.

The two bots fight over your attention at times but you can calm them down.

Their aggression is taken out on their Toy counterparts at times instead of you.

They don't want to hurt you like they did before.

Escaping them will be challenging as they're never truly offline for long.

Your only way out of here may end up being in a body bag one way or another.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf 2 #yandere withered bonnie #yandere withered foxy

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tyongf-nct · 1 year

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☆ fantasy - reader x chae hyungwon x xu minghao smut (1k) ☆

I posted a poll about a dream I had about a threesome. I decided to jump on it and insert two kpop idols after you all voted that I write it! From Monsta X I chose Hyungwon and from Seventeen, Minghao. They are my respective biases and I am self-serving, so to my fellow hyungwon and minghao girlies--you're welcome lmao

**I'm putting an extra warning here. This is VERY dirty! Don't read if you don't want to see anything mentioned in the tags!**

dynamic: fem!reader x chae hyungwon x xu minghao

warnings/tags: smut, threesome, established relationship (reader x hyungwon), vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving/giving), idol x idol interaction, idol x reader interaction, making out, lots of saliva, snowballing, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex

Hyungwon knew you had a crush on Minghao and never failed to tease you about it. You had been dating Hyungwon for quite some time and the three of you were close friends. The sex with Hyungwon was already mind-blowing, but when he suggested inviting Minghao into your bed, you couldn't resist the temptation. Hyungwon had a giant cock and a skilled, dirty mouth, so adding the beautiful and graceful Minghao, with his smooth confidence and nimble fingers made for a leg-shaking session.

It began with Hyungwon eating and fucking you like usual, filling you up and bringing you so close to the edge but never quite letting you slip over. Minghao was apprehensive at first, keeping to himself to observe as he touched himself with a slicked hand and flushed cheeks. Minghao cursed under his breath as you and Hyungwon moaned, gripping one another tightly as if you couldn't bear to let the other go. Passion was intertwined with the sex you two had, but the true intensity began once Minghao joined in. He was underneath you with your back to him, holding your legs with long fingers as Hyungwon fucked into you roughly.

You could feel Minghao's hard cock pressing against your ass but Hyungwon was feral, bucking wildly into you as he cursed endlessly. Hyungwon leaned over you loomingly to bite at your neck and nibble down you chest until he reached your breasts, sucking each of your nipples into his hot, wet mouth one at a time.

“You like that?” He never seemed to shut up. “You like being filled up and fucked so well?”

Of course I fucking like it, you thought to yourself. You were a moaning, drooling mess. At some point the two men switched places so that Minghao was on his stomach between your legs to eat you out as Hyungwon gripped your chest and whispered his dirty observations into your ear. Minghao's tongue was like the devil, evil but perfectly tempting.

Hyungwon's dick slipped down between your legs as Minghao continued to lick and suck at your center. You could see Hyungwon's tip poling through right by Minghao's lips. To your horror--and complete pleasure--Minghao smirked with dangerous eyes before leaning in and sucking Hyungwon's cock into his mouth.

You moaned so loudly you felt the vibrations in your chest, alternating between gasping for air and cursing up a storm at the intoxicating sight. Minghao switched between swallowing Hyungwon's thick length and licking long stripes up your core.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Hyungwon groaned tightly as he started to slide his cock up and down your lips, rubbing against your hole and clit as Minghao held his lips open to lick feverishly at the both of you.

The sound of spit and your wetness echoed throughout the room and you felt your body tense as the two men pulled a shaking orgasm from you. You thrashed on the sheets as they groaned, allowing you to calm down before switching positions once again.

Several moments later, you were back to being fucked by Hyungwon with Minghao under you, this time as you faced Minghao. Your breasts bounced with the effort of Hyungwon slamming into you, his balls slapping against your clit and his big hands placed on either side of Minghao's head resting on the pillow. You held onto Minghao's shoulders desperately as you kissed sloppily. Every so often, Hyungwon would grip your chin roughly to kiss you--though it was less a kiss and more so him shoving his tongue into your mouth.

“You feel so fucking good,” you cried. Hyungwon smiled wryly and you felt Minghao shudder beneath you.

There was so much saliva between the three of you that it was dripping down off your chins and down your necks. Once you had been pushed through one more slow orgasm, Hyungwon slipped out of you to let Minghao slide in with ease. You cried out, clenching around the new feeling of Minghao's cock inside your wet and open hole.

Hyungwon gripped your hair to hold your face away and leaned down suddenly to kiss Minghao, much to your utter shock and delight. Watching your boyfriend and friend kiss with a new kind of fever brought about an intense, desperate hotness you hadn't felt before. Hyungwon pulled himself off of Minghao to kiss you next, then you and Minghao’s lips met. It continued like that, the three of you switching between one another until Minghao groaned that he was close.

"I want to swallow every drop of your come," you gasped, shivering at the almost animalistic growl Hyungwon let out as he yanked you off Minghao's cock and pulled you down the bed. He stopped once you faced Minghao's cock, mouth watering at the beautiful dick covered in your own arousal.

You quickly swallowed it until you gagged around him, Minghao voicing a quiet warning to be careful but sighing with pleasure nonetheless. You loved the sensation of being filled, so you continued to suck until you choked. Minghao's deep moans turned to slightly higher-pitched whines, his smooth hands sliding through the strands of your hair as he gripped your skull, fucking up into your hot, wet mouth as he spilled his seed.

"Don't swallow," he gasped, and you knew what his warning implied. You kept the come in your mouth obediently, crawling up his body until your lips were merely inches from his.

"Say ah," he commaded with that honey-sweet tone. You shivered, sharp pleasure wringing your gut as you opened your mouth to spit Minghao's own come into his mouth. All three of you moaned, Hyungwon's hands gripping your ass so hard you were sure there would be bruises there tomorrow. Minghao sloppily passed a slick combination of saliva and come between the two of you, and after a few rounds you finally swallowed the proof of his orgasm.

It wasn’t long until Hyungwon was spilling his own seed inside you, the warm come filling you up as you and Minghao watched with blown pupils. Heavy panting filled the quiet of the room as the three of you recovered; sweat, come, and saliva creating stickiness on your skin. After cleaning up and wiping your sore center gingerly, you settled into the two men and basked in the warm comfort of an occupied bed.

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sparkbeast20 · 1 year

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After the Transformation (Younger Brothers)

Summary: After reverting back to their Feral (aka Demonic Form) you try your best to comfort them.

Here's the headcanon for more info

After the Transformation (Older Brothers)

Note: They can't speak in these form, your voice or their pet name serve as an anchor of sort, with each demon having a certain ability in these forms, also they're taller and bigger in these forms.

Satan

You would never imagine to see true wrath incarnate then seeing Satan in his Demonic form. Even though it was just a glimpse you can feel the rage and heat of his green flames coming off of him.

But what scared you the most was hearing you name mutter from him. However it was under all the growl and roaring he did. You saw him through his door shrouded in the darkness of his room. But the green flames coming off from his mane? was too bright to see as well.

Then you gasps when he instantly turn his head when he heard you, he roar throwing his head back before running and leaping out of his window, you try to burst into his room and call out to him. But Beel suddenly appears behind you and held you by your shoulder. "Its not safe for you being here MC"

"But Beel-"

"Satan is not himself right now. And I know that he won't forgive himself if he hurts you. And I don't want that either." Beel knows knows Satan's plight if something were ever happens to you while his like this. "Come on, Lucifer ask me to escort you to the castle"

He took you there via flight. As if he doesn't want any chances of Satan appearing out of nowhere while you two are grounded.

You two were greeted by Barbatos who escort you to one of the guest room of the castle. You stayed there while Beel and Barbatos left to stay guard outside of the castle.

As you stayed in your room, all you did was scroll through your phone. But immediately shock of all these post in Devilgram of "Wrath has come back" and pics of the brothers putting out the green flames that Satan made.

As tears start falling from your eyes, you can't help to be scared for Satan and how would he react if he ever see these or if he ever change back.

At that moment, you quietly left your room and through the back way of the castle and go on your search for Satan.

And you knew where to start first.

You head towards the house and immediately head to the woods where Munchkin's home is.

That where Satan usually goes when his feeling his wrath is taking over. And seeing the little kitten always comes him down.

Unfortunately you were only greeted by the sight of the little demon kitten and his home. Which means Satan still hasn't came here and that he somewhere in Devildom.

As you about to leave, a sound of a tree falling and a roar from the distance shook you and send shiver down your spine.

He's Here. In the woods. And his angry! You quickly gather Munchkin into your arms, before hiding somewhere nearby.

You quietly whimper as the sound of hooves, leaves and branches being step on and the sound of heavy breathing get closer.

You hide within an open gap of an old tree, with the little demon cat tuck into your chest as the sound of heavy breathing is right on the other side with only a thick wall of tree wood in between you and it. Or you should say him. Since you already know who's is this.

You heard him sniffing around and snarl before stepping away and towards Munchkin's home. He growl before slamming his arms on the house destroying it then let out a raging roar. It was loud enough to shake around him including the tree you're hiding it.

Munchkin meows and immediately try to wiggle out of your arms but you look down and try to hold him down before shushing him and pat his head.

Then like a sharp sting of hot metal, your eyes widen and heart beat rise instead as you felt him breathing down your head. You slowly glance up to see a horse skull with fangs and sharp teeth instead of the normal set of teeth. The hollow eyes shows two pair of green flames that serve as his eyes. His hair was in fact became his mane with green flame and embers seep from it. You gulp and look down onto his chest and see a fiery core right where his heart is cage within his expose ribs. His arms are more like that of a werewolf black fur with a green end tips with his nails are now green and black. His legs are that of the hind legs of an horse. His tail is slowly swing behind him much longer and thicker with spike even sharper.

You look up to meet his eyes. "Satan" You say his name not to loud and not to low.

He made a sound that of a eerie moan before you got startled by a sound of a bone crack. His jaw slowly cracks widen open and he kneels down to your eye level and there you saw a figure of a head shrouded in darkness then two flames lit up then a green twisted mouth appear roaring and moaning in pain. Then jaw of his skull instantly shut close and he grabs his skull while groaning in pain while stepping away from you.

He turn around and got on all fours, he shook his head before throwing his head back and let out roar of agony.

Then he hung his head low as he wince and breath heavily.

"Satan!" You call out but he ignores it, "Satan!" you tried again as you get closer. But when you getting a bit closer to him. He snarl without looking at you. Then you tried something. "Tan-Tan" He immediately pause for a moment then turn his head slightly towards you. "Tan-Tan, its me and Munchkin." The kitten meows in response.

A low sound of a growl came from Satan as he turns towards you fully. He slowly and carefully step closer as he stare into your eyes maintaining eye to eye contact. He stood tall right in front of you. You gulp and move Munchkin on one of your arms and used your free hand to reach to touch his arm then pull away so you can place your hand on the side of his skull. You watch his Iris? shriek before dilate then you notice his flame turn to a lighter shade of green. And soon you watch as his flame core burns brighter.

You start to tear up and and smile as you start caressing his skull which he soon lean into your touch. "Its okay, it's okay" He slightly nod before pulling away and quickly gather you into his arms carrying you and Munchkin. Then he turns and carrying you both away somewhere. That somewhere is the place he made as his den.

You notice that some of the things gather within the den are things from the house more noticeably things that were found right outside of the house like the flowers from the backyard, things of Mammon and Beel they left on the porch, and some yard decorations. He gently set you down in the area where is clear of things.

Munchkin meows before jumping off of you then walks towards Satan's arm and start rubbing his face against Satan's furry arm. He hesitantly reach down and stroke Munchkin's head with just one of his finger before turning and leaving the den. The kitten meows before returning to your side and tuck himself close to you.

You watch as Satan leaves and you stay put. You pull out your phone and text Beel and Barbatos that you found Satan and he didn't hurt you. And also told them that they should stay away from the woods since Satan seem to be territorial at state right now.

Just as press send you waited for Satan for an hour.

Satan came back with a dead dread deer in his jaws you can see some blood on his fangs and teeth. He set the deer down on the ground then he glances up with his flaming eyess before harsh dive down and start eating and ripping pieces of meat of the deer. He push further into its chest breaking through the chest cavity and you flinch when you heard something break and crunch. Then he pulls his head out and up with something in his teeth it torn away from the dead animal's body. You stare and saw it was its heart. Then Satan snap and brough the heart into his mouth and see that he was burning it with the flame from his mouth as if he was cooking it.

Once its cooked enough, he walks towards you and reach to the side for one of Mammon's tire cover and set the cooked heart on it like a plate then he gave the tire cover a little push bring it to you.

You blink and stare at the food before looking back at Satan who sat on his hind legs and tilit his head.

Left with no other option you sat down with Munchkin on your lap and then reach down and try to tear a tiny chunk of cooked heart, then slowly and brought it up to your lips and biting down before pulling it into your mouth. You gag a little because of the taste before swallowing it. Satan purrs with heigh before turning around and return to his kill and start eating. You quietly tear a piece of Munchkin before grabbing the heart and tossing to behind you. Then you set Munchkin on the tire cover and the meat and let him eat his share.

You look up and watch as Satan blow fire on to the dead corpses burning the fur off of it before begining to eat it.

You started to get drozy and lay down on your side and closing your eye.

Before you know it. You felt something big and warm curl around you. You glance up to see Satan, his skull close to your head lay down next to you with Munchkin on his mane.

You slowly and careful reach out and pet his cheek bone, he purr and growl before curling even closer to you. You left your hand there and close your eyes.

You three stayed in the woods for two days and did the same thing with you and Munchkin coming along and watched Satan hunt.

Now you really don't had a choice but to eat what Satan killed. One day Satan gave you a ride on his neck due to the spike running down his back. You two hiked up the mountain and there you saw the view where you can see the Capital of Devildom. As you got down from Satan and admire the view. Satan took the opportunity to leave for a moment and groan in pain and growl. Then he claw hard on the ground trying to ground himself. Luckily when you call out for him. It snap him back and return to you and you two head back to his den and sleep for the night.

The next morning, you woke up with two pair of human arms wrap around you, then push your back backwards and felt a naked chest press against your back and something... near your ass. You look over your shoulder and saw Satan's handsome human face snorting softly.

You smile and turn your body around and wrap your arms around him bring him closer and you nuzzle your face on the crook of his neck before giving it a soft kiss. "Hi~"

Satan didn't have to open his eyes, he just smile and lean and kiss the top of your head and mutter "Hey" He feel at peace.

Asmodeus

The last time you saw Asmo, he and Mammon was sneaking out to party at the fall, and when morning came Mammon burst into the dinning room, in a panic yelled that Asmo disappeared. He explain that in the middle of the party Asmo suddenly felt dizzy then head to the restroom. Mammon waited only to get inpatients and went to the restroom only to find that Asmo disappeared. He went out and looked for all night before heading back to the house, which lead to that moment.

You started to tear up and scared of what could happen to Asmo. Levi reassures you and clam you down.

That day the brothers went out looking for him, that's when Solomon suggest that maybe Asmo is going through the change. You who has no idea what that was. Solomon explain that it happens every semi-centennial or fifty years for demons so they can maintain their human form for a long period of time. If they stay in their human form or Suppressed form which was their regular demon form. Then all their demonic instinct would be difficult to control that if not careful will force them to change to their feral forms and never change back. The best way to avoid that from ever happening, Diavolo and Barbatos place a timer like curse on themselves and the brothers. That way if necessary they can sense if they needed to change back to their feral form and stay like that for a couple of days before changing back.

However Solomon suspect that Asmo ignored all his signs of his upcoming change that he didn't know that he was about to change.

You asked, if that was the case. Shouldn't Asmo be back by now since he did mention that it only takes a couple of days to stay in their feral form?

That when Solomon tells you that Asmo's change is different. In fact He, Beel and Barbatos takes longer to transform due to them being demons that goes through a metamorphosis change that would takes days even a week to complete.

With all that cleared up, you had no choice but to wait and hope that Asmo comes back safely. Then one day Solomon came into your room.

"Here" Solomon past you a vial of blue liquid. "It nullify Asmo's pheromones. That way if he appears and try to lure you with his scent you have something to clear your head." You nod and took the vial from him. He gave you a pat on the head and walk out of the room. "Oh one more thing." You turn to him. "I know that you hate using your pact against the brothers, but with Asmo... state don't hesitant to use it on him. I had some close encounter of being Asmo's prey in the past. If I hadn't use my pact. I won't be here"

With that Solomon left joining the others on the search for Asmo.

You took the vial in your hand and got up from your bed and walk towards your desk. There you looked and found a thick yard and use it to tie it to the vial and making it into a necklace.

You walk out of your room and head upstairs and went in to Asmo's room. You secretly go here whenever your alone to feel safe being around Asmo's things.

You climb up on his bed and lay down and hug one of his pillow and breath in his scent that remind in his pillow before drifting to sleep.

You slept there right up until the grandfather click strike twelve. Then you were waken up by the sound of something clicking then a wooded door creaking. You jolted up and looked around the room and right next to Asmo's closet was a secret door. And you shriek when you notice a eye peeking into the crack of the door as the sound of clicking from within the secret door.

You were about to jump off the bed when it suddenly moves scaring you. Then it quickly moves towards the door. You looked down at the legs of the bed and there you saw a giant pincer grabbing on one of the legs of the bed. Then the bed hits Asmo's dresser it whirl around and the headboard of Asmo's bed is now facing the secret door. It slam open and you scream as the in the shadow pulls the bed along with you into the dark room, quickly slamming the door shut as soon you enter the room.

You fell of the bed and landed on sand floor, you cough off the sand that got in your mouth before looking up and watch as the bed is being drag off somewhere further into the darken room which is hard to navigate around.

You got up and pull out your phone and turn on the flashlight setting.

You shine the light right in front of you, curious you decide to see what is the thing that stole Asmo's bed. Luckily it left a sand trail for you to follow.

Walking further into the dark room with occasionally looking at the side, you pause for a moment and saw a Mural of something big that resembles that of a scorpion and spider with four set of bat-like wings on its back. But you took notice that thing has horns and not anyone's horns, they kinda look like Asmo's horn.

Then it click, this is where Asmo he's been hiding or the very least where he changed.

You though to yourself and say that Asmo would want murals of himself being worship. But you saw depiction of people carrying other people to Asmo, you move you further down and see the next scene where Asmo holding one of the people like his craddling them in his giant pincers. Before seeing the next panel where Asmo is eating them with the face of the human is painted with a screaming expression.

Gulping out of fear and see that mural on the wall is showing how people sacrifice their own to Asmo while he was in his demonic form.

You stop and shine the light down and still you don't see anything. For a moment you thought of just heading back and call the other brothers and tell them that you know where Asmo is.

Sigh you look up and jumped when something move in the darkness. You took a deep and brave stands before moving forward and see if that's Asmo.

As you walk deeper into the darkness, all of a sudden some light shine at you cause you to groan and dropped your phone on the sand. You blink the blindness before reaching down and grab your phone. You shine you light back forward and immediately got hit with another light.

You quickly use your free hand to block the light. You continue on walking before you collided to something solid like a wall.

You place your hand on it and quickly notice that its smoother and clean like your were holding something familiar. You slowly drop the light down and saw the light that blinded you for a second was your own light and it bounces off from the freaking wall size mirror.

You looked further and saw the further down the wall on either side are now mirrors.

You gulped before continuing, you keep your sight forward. Not wanting to look at yourself in these mirrors, for whatever reason these mirror give off this eerie and unnerving feeling of them. Like there are here to judge what you are and make you feel bad seeing yourself on them.

You thought that maybe these were made specifically to keep Asmo in or made as somewhat of a trap for Asmo.

But that beg the question, why they haven't check this place out first? Or maybe they did and Asmo being Asmo, fooled them by not going here first and coming here when they check this place out.

You to busy thinking about Asmo, that you weren't paying attention to your surrounding that you bump into a mirror right in front you.

You groan and place a hand on your face before looking up. You turn and was shock the way you came from was blocked by a mirror.

You looked around to see that you are surrounded by mirrors, as if you seem to be in a hall of mirrors. You calm yourself and walk up to one of the mirrors and place a hand on it then you walk long the walls with your hand on the mirror wall.

Then your hand drops down, that were there's no mirror. You enter that opening and kept a hand by the wall as you walk down the narrow hall of mirrors.

As you walk further, you suddenly hear wiping and sobbing right down the hall you're in.

As you got closer to the noise, a scent hit your nose for a second before fading. You saw an opening down the hall where a light source can be seen. You quicken your pace and walk in the well lit room and see it was another room where mirrors are all on the walls. You looked up to see an opening where the devildom moon light is shining down at the center of the room right at were the mouth of the hole above is rocks like it was a cave.

Then you back down to the center of the room and just now notice Asmo's bed is right at the center of the cave where the moonlight is shining down on.

You stare at the bed as if this was the first time you lay your eyes on it. When it clearly isn't. But something it and just looking at it for too long up you in some sort of trance. You eyes were half open and dull all you can see was the bed while you can only see blur around your vision. You slowly approach the bed and crawl on it before laying down on your back as you stare blankly at the moon through the hole above.

You were out of it when something from the shadow of the cave move and start to crawl down from the ceiling and down to the sand below. It made sound that of clicking and hiss like noise that were more of that of insect noises.

Accompany by the sound of it's many legs stepping on sand. Once it step out of the shadow, if you weren't under a trance you would've scream in feel to see a giant scorpion spider monster. It's Pincers were as big as your chest. Its long eight legs are that of spider's. Its face has this mask like exoskeleton over its face that spilt right down the middle. Its wings are folded ring on it back while its scorpion tail slowly swings back and forth like a cat. Its whole body or exoskeleton is black with a slight pink hue whenever light shine on it.

It crawl up to the bed and peak up to see your in a daze. It let out a hiss clicking sound that eerie sounds like a giggle. Then it crawl around the bed with its body lower enough that it's gracing through the sand. before instantly climbing on the bed and hover its body right above you. Its legs are supporting it, caging them on either side of the bed.

It snap its pincers rapidly, before reaching down with and use the point if its pincers to trace down the side of your face and down to your neck and on to your shirt. Then it use it to cut through your shirt and use the other pincer to open up your shirt. There it stop when it spots the vial resting on your chest.

It hiss with a series of aggressive clicking coming from its mouth as then it quickly grab the vial and without realizing it crush the vial spilling tiny pieces of glass and its content on your chest.

The aroma from the substance hits sense of smell which made it hiss its mask like appendage open up revealing an insectoid face with eight set of eyes and an spilt open mouth like that of a crab. It close the mask up. In disgust before getting off the bed and immediately start rolling around the sand.

The aroma hits your nose which snap you out of your daze like trance. You cough at the fault smell. You quickly sat up and start coughing rapidly. Before pinching your nose and look around, you saw the creature rolling in the sand as it groan in disgust. You watch and observe, before you realize that this thing is Asmo.

"Asmo!" He stopped completely as he winces in pain the he slowly got on his legs and stare at you from where he is. "Asmo? is that you?"

As if he understood you, he perk up but flinch when he saw his reflection at the mirror behind you. He let out a painful wail before covering his face with his pincers and hid his face away from you and curl up into ball as he start crying. He doesn't sound like himself, in fact you can hear all sort of eerie inhuman sound instead of his voice.

You quickly and quietly get off the bed fix your shirt will enough that your bare skin isn't showing before walking towards Asmo carefully is that you won't spook him.

You hesitant for a moment before reaching out and touch his arm, he flinch before turning slight to you he hiss in reaction before purr clicking then quickly hid his face away again.

You knew that he was too insecure about seeing what he looks like to do anything right now. So you did what you have to do. You walk over where he was facing and gently reach out with both hands and grab one of his pincers and start stroking your hand over his rough armor like exoskeleton. "If you think seeing you like this makes you think I'm disgust. Well your wrong. Asmo" you call out as you glance up and he lower his other pincer and tilt his head. "I don't think your ugly or hideous. Cause that's not what I see. I see what you are in the inside. Sweet, at times judgmental but also a kind brother and lover. You are beautiful Asmo. Never forget that."

If you can see through his exoskeleton mask. You could see tears falling from his eight eyes. He click happily before scooping you up in his arms and nuzzle his hard face onto your head and using his spilt jaw comb through and nibbling your hair and skin causing you to giggle which in turn makes Asmo purr joyfully. Then he quickly hold you close into him before moving to the wall and scale up past the mirrors and cave the climb out of the hole and start carrying you before leaping up and start to fly. His taking you somewhere, but where?

All you can see was under his jaw and see tiny hair which maybe are sensory hair to help him sense threats or help to hunt.

Before you know it you start to recognize where you two are and saw that he carry you back to the house of lamentation. He suddenly quicken his pace and he just broke down the front door, with a screech from both Mammon and Levi who you guest just come back home.

"Asmo!!!" Asmo responds a defensive hiss and clicks at his brother before carrying you upstairs and into his room. He doesn't care he just broke his own door all his focus is on you. He gently set you down in the middle of the room. curl around you and use his pincers and tail to reach across his room and pick up anything soft and silky. Then he start draped them all on your and using his pincers to poorly fix the clothing. You thought that he still can't think clearly only acting on his instinct at this point.

Once he's done he purr and click his slit mouth before picking you up back into his arms, he lay down on his back with you on top of his hard chest. He looks down and purr and use his tail to caress your face.

You accept his gesture of love and even just lay your head on his chest you can hear and feel his heartbeat and vibration from his purring that was coming from his throat.

You two stay like that for hours and only move when Asmo set you down and leaves only to come back with food the he took from the kitchen. As you eat, Asmo uses himself to block you from the doorway where his brothers and Solomon stood there watching and waiting for this to be over.

That night he carry you to his bathroom and set you in his empty tub and curl around you. He soothing clicking sound are so peacful that it sooth you to falling asleep.

The next morning you were woken up by Asmo's shrike of pain. You look up and saw he was gone beside you and look up to see him naked while clenching on one of his clothes. "Look at this! MC what happened to my lovely room!" You sigh before laying back down as a smile creep up your lip. Happy that Asmo is back to his usual self again.

The Twins

It all started when the twins invited you to watch a movie with them. When came over, Belphie practically drag you into the couch of the common room, sat you down and instantly snuggle up into your side. You thought that Belphie is being extra clingy to today.

Beel enter the room with his arms filled with snacks. He sat and the other side and place all the snack right in front of you. During the watch. Beel took some time to feed you some snack while Belphie nuzzle his face into your side.

It was strange to say the least but you don't want to say anything right now. However your worry can to be when both Lucifer and Satan entered the room and ask if you need help cooking dinner tonight. You were about to get up and head to kitchen because you complete forgot that you had kitchen duty tonight when all of a sudden. Belphie pull you back to your sit and sat up straight and leans his torso on you while having his arms wrap around your neck. He glance at his older brothers then he let out a warning growl at them.

Before comment on Belphie bratty behavior. Beel suddenly stood right in front of him and with one big huff of his chest and bump Satan with his chest sending him stumbling backwards. Lucifer knew excatly what's going on with the twins. He quickly move past Beel and rush and grab you but your arm ripping you away from Belphie and scoop you up and carrying you out of the room. Satan understood what's going on and quickly got back on his feet and rushes out behind Lucifer. You heard both of the twins call out your name. Lucifer carry you up the stairs and head straight to Levi's Room where both he and Mammon are playing a game. He quickly hand you over to a surprise Mammon and quickly rush out of the room and shut the door on his way out.

For minutes of waiting, suddenly all three of you jumped when the loud crash came from outside of the room.

And Asmo shrieking. Before a other loud crash right where the front door is. You, Mammon and Levi rush out of the room and stop when you saw the hall way is in a complete mess and Asmo helping Satan getting out under the fallen wall of his room.

"What happened!!" Mammon yell before running towards where Asmo is and try to help lift the wall off.

"It was the twin's fault! I came out of my room to see that all the commotion was about and was pounce by Belphie and he quickly bit me on my shoulder like he was some craze cat!"

"Don't fucking compare that gremlin to a cat!" Satan retort as he crawl out under the fallen wall. "Before we can catch and locked them up. Beel shifted to his demon form grab Belphie and flew out of the house through the front door."

"So? Aren't you and Lucifer going after them-"

"Let them be" Lucifer cuts in as he got here. "Its better off that those two deal with their change away from as possible"

"Change?"

"It happens every semi-centennial. We revert to our Feral forms or Demonic forms for a couple of days or in Beel's case a week or more since his last longer then Belphie."

You had a lot to take in, but what's worrying is the fact Lucifer said that is best that the twin are away from you for your own safety hurts you. "Are they dangerous?"

"Yes" Straight and to the point which it didn't less your worry. "Beel is difficult enough as is with just him being while himself like always. But his feral side is only driven with just his instinct that he's more of an beast then a demon."

"Which said a lot. Seeing that we all lose control when we revert to our demonic selves." Satan adds on as he fixes his shirt. "Though I'm more worried about Belphie. Yes he could be as feral as the rest of us. But his... Different like he more devious and dangerous when it comes to hunting humans which is why we have to keep a close eye on you."

So they did, for the next couple of days each of the brothers took turns staying by your side with Mammon and Satan doing more then the others.

During all of that, they try to cheer you up since they know how close you are to the twins. Mammon kept you distracted with chatting about his least money making schemes, Levi ask you to play with him and Asmo taking shopping. All the while Lucifer, Satan, Barbatos, Simeon and Solomon are on the search of the missing twins or just making sure that they do go to any of the entry way to eight layers of hell since they are preventing the twins to go to the human world.

One night, Lucifer ask Mammon and Asmo to come with him to a location that the twins might be. Leaving you with Levi in the house.

As Levi setting up the game you two are about to play, you watch Henry swimming in the Aquarium when suddenly you heard a loud thud and turn around to see Levi pass out. You quickly stood up and rushes over to him and shook his shoulder. Before you knew it all the lights of his room suddenly turns off with the only light source is from the aquarium. Then you jump and scream when the door of Levi's room slams open. You turn and grab the closest thing to you, Levi's prop sword and point it at the door. Then you heard a chuckle that you never thought you hear again, you started to tremble and losing your grab on the prop sword as a purple eye appears from the shadow of the door.

Then it exhale and smoke blows out of it's nose before stepping in the room, it's thin bear-like paw with white patches like that of a cow, was enough for you to know who this creature is.

"Belphie?" He step out of the shadow revealing a Bull head with his horns, his hair grow longer making it looks like a mane. He tilt his head and scoffs with you notice a smirk though it was hard to tell with his face is a literal bull. Then he walks in further in the room, making you fall on your ass and crawl away as he step closer.

He stop right before Levi's unconscious form and use his paw to push him out of the away and continue on towards you.

He got close enough, you instinctually swing the prob sword and hit him with it at his snout. He growl before quickly biting the sword and took it out of your hand and toss it to the side. Then he looks at you and huffs purple smoke right at your face. You scream as the smoke enter your mouth and nose, then you react by cough violently before stopping as your eye lids start to feel heavy before you know it you pass out and fall on your side, but Belphie was quick and reach out and catch you before you hit your head on the floor.

Then he scoop you up with one arm bring you close to his chest and he start walking out the room with you.

He got out of the house and head straight to south side of devildom where at the edge of the city was, there was a ruin town that is similar to Greek cities but only like what this architecture are in the human world, this area is all damage by the elements through the years and centuries.

Belphie continue walking with you still asleep in his arm, as he made it to where he wants to be a maze. He enter the stone maze and after a series of navigating he got to center of the maze in record time.

Where there is a big structure with a enter way that leads down into the ground what seem to be an underground den of sort.

He enter the structure and push the stone door out of the way and enter, using his hooved foot to kick the stone shut. As soon as he enter the torches lit up shine light down the stairs. He sighs before continuing down the stairs, he past by murals of six stars falling down the clouds with one showing the blue star having a green core and as he walks down, the mural depicts six figure crawling out of the crater while one is seem to be drowning in the water or ocean, next scene seven terrifying beast feasting on what to be assume people more specifically humans and in the far distance was two more beast looking down on the seven beast. Before there was no more murals. Sure enough Belphie finally made to the bottom of the stairs.

He shook his body like a dog. Before proceeding further into the catacombs. Before stopping right in front of a giant stone door. He turn and walk to the side where there is a big area with cloth, fabrics, and pillow which are just pillows there pillows that looks like they're from three to four centuries ago. He suddenly stood on his hind legs wrap both arms round you before spinning 180 before falling back on to his plush bedding with you on his chest.

He grunt and purr before nuzzling his snout on your head before setting you down beside him. He roll and lay on his stomach and lay his head next to yours and just stare at your sleeping face. His tail happily swings back and forth as his tiny wings flap slightly they're feathers, like Lucifer though their so tiny you could've mistake them as wings that Luke would have.

He huffs the same kind of purple smoke at your face, and some you gasps wake and jolted up in a siting position. Your eyes adjust to the semi-lit area your in before turning your attention at the giant paw on your lap. Then you follow to who this paw is attach to and saw Belphie staring at you with his cow ears jerk a little.

"Uh... Hey" Before you can say anything else. Belphie uses his snout to push you back into the bedding and lay his head down your body essentially pinning your down his nose is right under your head. Then he stick out his tongue and start giving you literally cow licks with one lick hits your mouth. You gag a little before moving your arms and try to shove Belphie's head off of you.

But didn't have to do anything, he just lift his head and turn to the door before growling and getting up on his feet.

You prop yourself by your elbows and turn your sights on the stone doors. Then you quickly notices the sound of buzzing with that area of the close door.

It was safe to assume, the buzzing noise is Beel. But you wonder why Belphie lock him away or did Beel lock himself away from he lose control of himself.

Belphie march over the stone door turn his rear end to it and gave the door one swift kick of his hind legs before turning his head he roar at the door, he huffs before walking back at you and walk around you like a cat before curling his body around you. Then lay his head on your lap, which is heavy. But when you try to push his head off, he snarl at you causing you to pull your hands back to you.

He stops and tilt his gently towards you and sighs. You sigh, pull up a pillows for your back and head with one arm under your hand and lay down enough that you can still see pass Belphie's huge head. Then you use your other hand and slowly reach down and start stroking Belphie's hair? mane. He actually grunt purrs and move slightly closer towards you which moves his head over your stomach. Luckily he isn't putting all the weight of his head on your stomach.

You start to yawn and soon nodding off before you knew it you were asleep with your hand on his head.

The next time you woke up, Belphie was gone. You sat up and looked around and see that his nowhere to be seen. You sigh and rest your chin on your hand and elbow on your lap. Then you glance at the stone door and you heard Beel's wings buzzing louder then before.

Feeling bad that Beel alone in that room and want to see him, you decide to let him out. Although you'll make sure that he isn't going to hurt you in a way. So you set up a protection circle around Belphie's bedding area that way you can run into it if Beel's chase you down.

Once the spell is in place, you head to the stone door, seeing that there is some sort of writing engrave within the sides of the stone door. You read it slightly out loud then the door suddenly move causing you to back away and watch as the door opens.

Once the door full opens. You stare inside the room to see its completely dark inside. You call out Beel's name but not even a buzz as a responds. So you took the brave and stupid decision and slowly walk inside the darken room. You looked around and can't see anything. You continue on walking forward with one hand reach out.

Suddenly your hand felt something wet and slimy causing you to scream and quickly stumbling back. Then you look down on your hand and see reddish slim like substance and bits of small piece that you can't see clearly in this darkness.

You quickly use your other hand and pull out handkerchief from your pocket and start cleaning your hand. Once you clean your hand, you folded the cloth back with clean side folded outward and the slim part inner, then put it back in your pocket. Then you pull out your phone and turn on your light and shine it right in front of you.

There you saw what you touch. It was a huge ass red chrysalis and it seem to open wide. Putting two and two together you conclude that Beel was in this thing. You slowly back away only for your back bumping into some fuzzy and hard. You quickly turn around and shine the light behind you. For a glimpse you saw an insectoid face before it groan in pain and stood up and roars. You scream and quickly run around it and start running back to the bedding. The thing quickly recovers and turn to your running form. It speared it four set of insect-like wings and start to flap it rapidly like a bee or fly. Then it hover before flew straight at you.

As soon you got out of the room you immediately leap to the right, narrowly avoiding the thing dash. It flew out and circle around and dives towards where you were. You quickly stumble on your feet and crawl fast and made it to the bedding the spell actives putting up a shield up. As soon as the thing got close, it was push back the shield causing it to fall on the ground.

You place a hand your chest feeling how fast your heartbeats as you pant heavily. You stare at the thing that was chased you and see it was a giant fly/bee humanoid monster. It has red fur like fuzz all over it upper torso similar to what you see with Bees and black stripe marking on either of it's side with the points pointing downwards and a gap in the middle. The dominant arms are helping it prop back up, while the middle and smaller arms start rubbing each other like what you seen flies do. Then you saw the two large bulker legs stretch out before settle properly. It lower abdomen is that of fly with a thick layer of hard black exoskeleton with a red hue when the light of the torches.

It's four set of wings spread upwards before settling down down on its back. Then it turn it's head towards you and stare with it's huge purple insect eyes when the light from the torches it was dark shade of hue reflects. It makes this crackling sound as it open it spilt open lower jaw.

Then it turn it's whole body towards you and start crawling towards to in a unsettling way before stopping right where the barrier is. It turn its head from side to side examining the barrier before taking one of it dominate claw hand and place it on the barrier and start scratching. While it wings flicker and buzzed.

You clenching on your phone tightly as it keep scratching. Then you try to shine your phone like at it. Then it immediately reacts with a growl and jump back far away from you and the barrier. You quickly hid your light, as soon you done that. It quickly crawl back near the barrier and start scratching again now with both dominate clawed hands.

You look at it's action for a mintue before looking down and seen its small pair of hands rubbing each other, then you try something.

You look at it and say "Beel?" All of a sudden it stop and looks down at you. "Beel? Beelzebub?" You saw it react making a whimpering noise, there you just notice his horns, as he start rubbing his horns on the barrier while making what you call Whimper and pledging noise that are close what a dog would do but there more on what you typically hear from Bees and Cicadas.

Then you place you hand where his head was, right at moment your hand is on the barrier, Beel saw and quickly move his head and rubbing his head where you hand was like he was to feel your touch.

However you moment was cut short by a loud roar from behind of Beel. You jump away from the barrier and looked over Beel to see Belphie and a bunch of fruits and other feed next to his paws. Then he just leap at Beel, but the older twin quickly flap his wings and flew up. Belphie lands where Beel was just standing and look up and roar at his twin. While Beel roar back.

You call out to Belphie, he quickly look back at you. But Beel took that chance to dive towards Belphie and tackle him crashing both to the barrier causing the bedding to shake and make you fall on your back. You quickly prop up by your elbow and watch as the two start clawing and biting each other. At one moment you saw a bite of blood splatter when both of them bit down at each other.

You instantly got up rush towards the barrier and bang your hand on it while calling out for both of them.

Both immediately stop and pull away from each other. Then you saw Beel lower himself down while Belphie let out a angry bull roar before hitting his head head and horns on the barrier. Both showing different reaction, before you can think further about that you just notice that your shedding tears. You reach and wipe the tear off your cheek, that's when Beel made a sound to get your attention. You look at him and saw that he lower his whole body down on the floor.

Then it clicked. He upset for making you cry and the way he's saying sorry is making himself seem smaller to you. While you are a bit confuse with Belphie's reaction then thought that he might want to comfort you but having the barrier in his way angers him.

You sigh and walk back in the middle of the bedding and sat on bundle of pillows and quietly whispers the cancel spell and the barrier slowly drops down and Belphie saw and when he saw an opening he took his chance he leap into the opening and quickly make his way towards you. He stop right before you and looks over and exam your body. While Beel was right behind Belphie not close to anger his twin and not to far from you.

You stop Belphie from looking down at your body by grabbing his snout with both hands then you tilt his head so you can make eye contact. "Belphie" You call out his name as responds he grunts a bit. "Can you... can you understand me?" But you didn't get the responds you wanted. Instead he shake you hands off his snout before giving you a shove with it causing you to fall on your ass and he place both arms on either side of your body caging you and lay his head on your chest again.

You groan and mutter, telling him to get off of you. That when Beel steps in and grab Belphie by the tail and pull him away from you.

You quickly crawl away as Belphie got up and growl at Beel. But you step in between them and glare at Belphie and gave his snout a gentle smack. He narrow his eyes- eye since his bangs is covering his other eye. And snarl. "No!" His eyes widen before narrowing them again, huffs and turn his back on you and lay down on the bedding with his rear end facing you.

You sigh before turning to Beel who just stares at you. "Beel come on" You hope that he understood that as you walk past him and head straight to the food that you assume Belphie collected for you two.

You bend down to pick up a fruit that resembles an orange and exam it so you know where to start peeling. You turn to Beel who is towering over you like no joke he is about 9 to 12 feet tall. You look at the orange before reaching up the fruit to Beel, you heard a buzz before he grab the fruit from your hand by his mouth. Then he start eating the fruit with the peel still in tact. Well its noting new for Beel.

You sat next to bundle of fruits and pick up one that looks like a banana, then start peeling it and took a bite. Then you look over to where Belphie is at and still he has his back turn to you. You took another bite before giving the rest to Beel who gladly accept. He start eating as you grab a couple of fruits and gesture Beel to the reminding food on the ground. He quickly leap and start munching down on them. You took the fruits in your arms and head to Belphie. You walk towards where his head was and set the food by his face before siting right in front of him.

He side eyes the fruit, then you before scoffing and turn his head away. You shake your head before placing both hands on his snout before he could growl, you lay you head on his snout and hugged him. He was taken aback, soon he sighs and nuzzle his snout into you. You both stay like that for 10 mins, before you pull away and move some of the fruit to him. He grunt before start eating the fruit ate them whole in his mouth before chewing them and swallowing.

He pause when Beel crawls behind you and settling down on his stomach. You lean back and he quickly wrap both his dominate and small arms around you. You reach up over your head and scratch Beel's lower jaw and he responds with a pleased buzz. Then you use your other hand to reach down and stroke Belphie's snout. He also responds with a please growl. You smile before closing your eyes and falling asleep.

The next day, Belphie let you ride him and carry you up the stairs and out of the catacombs with Beel right behind you two. Once outside, you got off from Belphie and saw that the entry way is surrounded by walls of stone and overgrowths with only one way out. Belphie gave you a nuzzle before he walks out to the only way out.

Once Belphie is gone, Beel start flying around the area when he turns it is a sharp turn like what a fly does.

You sat down by the stairs of the entry way of the catacombs and watch Beel enjoying his free fly. You assume that he didn't get any space when he locked in his dark room.

After what seem to be hours, you were about to get up when suddenly you heard a scream and yelling beyond the walls. Beel quickly lands beside you and stood right in front of you in a defensive position, before you had a chance to say something. Mammon and Asmo runs into the area you and Beel were in from the only entrance.

"MC!" Asmo scream as he shift to his demon form along with Mammon. Beel wings spread wide blocking you from their view.

Seconds later, Lucifer, Satan and Levi rush in with a piss of Belphie right behind him. Lucifer quickly turn heel and cast a net spell and threw it at Belphie who got hit and now capture by Lucifer's net.

"Belphie!" you scream run pass Beel and the rest of the brothers and rush to Belphie's side. You drop down on your knees and grab the net and start pulling.

"MC that's for your own safety-"

"He didn't do anything to me! Beel too!" You glare at Lucifer as you keep pulling. Before Lucifer can say anything. Beel flew over him and the others and lands on other side of Belphie where your at. He bend and leans close and using his insectoid jaw he grab and bite down on the rope cutting Belphie loose.

"No way, they aren't trying to kill each other?" Levi ask in confusion as he watch what's happening. As you remove the rest of the net off of Belphie. Once all that was off he stood back up shook his body before turning his attention to his brothers more specifically Lucifer. He glare at him and snarl. With Lucifer rolled his eyes.

"If you were expecting me to leave because of that. You are surly mistaken. We aren't going anyway." And with that you and the other brothers stayed there for two days.

You did with most of your time with both twins who didn't let any of the brothers near you. Lucifer and Satan took the chance to explore the catacombs, while Mammon and Asmo took the chance of seeing what Belphie had in his beddings. Levi stay up in the surface close enough to keep an eye on you.

One the third day, you woke up first and felt two naked bodies press against you and you felt blood rushing to your face as you felt something hard next to your thighs. You glance to your left to see Beel back to his human form sleeping with his head resting on his arm with the other one is drape over your chest.

Then you turn to your right and sees Belphie close to you his face is resting on your chest as both arms wrap around your torso. You look down and see Levi standing before before the bedding all red face. "Levi... Help"

You didn't see Belphie sending Levi a death glare. "I'll get Lucifer!" He quickly turn and run towards the dark room where the other brother slept. Belphie pouts knowing that his time with you will be over so he did the most of it and snuggle further into you. While Beel pretending to sleep move close and nuzzle his face into your hair and hums. Happy and satisfied.

Note: Well these were longer then expected XD

But honestly I love writing these and sorry for those who wanted Beel and Belphie to have their own parts. I wanted to write them in one since they're twins.

Also, Munchkin is the cat in Satan's devilgram "Wish-Granting Charm"

Any who, I hope you enjoy these parts. I don't when I'll do the royals. I want to write the royals along with adding Mephisto too. But there hasn't been official art of Mephisto's demon form.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

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