No TW / CW apply : pure fluff and denial of feelings. NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN, best meno is moemeno
Total word: 1,6k — cross posted on AO3
I noticed the lack of fanfic in umatumblr
To be a trouble maker was one thing—
To be her trouble maker was another.
Time was long forgotten ever since Fenomeno started paying attention to you, you were not a serious criminal—You didn't harm other, you never laid your hands on anybody, you certainly didn't mess with other serenity's:
Except hers.
And Fenomeno was anything but all figuring out why was she feelings that way: why does her heart ache—and thump, in way she can't figured out—Why was her pulse pumping in a speed she can't quite say as normal.
And to that: she decided that no other option was left except than to investigate whether or not if you actually are commiting a crime against her.
And to say the least: it was a debate of yes, and no.
That entirely depends if disturbing her peace counts as a crime: although, you've never heard her utter the slightest words of rejection over it.
Your hand rested against her palm as she insisted you stay by her side, patrolling aimlessly while her watchful eyes lingered on you—cautious, as though at any moment you might disrupt the fragile peace around you.
And you, in quiet surrender, simply accepted it, a faint smile tugging at your lips as you found amusement in her concern.
So it came as no surprise that the two of you ended up lingering without purpose, caught in a standstill that neither seemed willing to break..
“Well, Officer, we haven’t done anything but stand around,” you murmured, your voice soft yet edged with impatience.
The ticking clock filled the silence between you, each second stretching longer than the last as the hands crept past the point they had been when Fenomeno first insisted you stay.
You let out a small breath, your gaze drifting before settling back on her. “Shouldn’t I be freed now?” you asked, the question carrying more than curiosity—something gentler, almost teasing, threaded beneath it.
And to that, you tilted your head slightly, a subtle motion that brought your eyes to meet hers from the corner of your gaze.
In that fleeting moment: something within her shifted. The composure she had wrapped around herself seemed to dissolve, unraveling into a storm of restless butterflies.
Her breath hitched just enough to betray her, the warmth rising uninvited to her cheeks as your presence pressed closer than it had any right to.
With the same hitch of breath, she finally opened her mouth: “I will not shift my duty under any circumstances, even when faced to distraction as you.” Fenomeno replied, her tone firm, shaped by discipline and habit.
Yet the sharpness she intended never quite reached you. It softened midway, losing its edge like a blade dulled by hesitation.
Her eyes betrayed her further, slipping downward instead of holding your gaze, as though meeting it would reveal too much—more than she was prepared to admit.
…her plan had unraveled terribly.
You can't help but made a sound akin to a chuckle, as the airy laugh let out your mouth and into the air—noticing the hint of light pink on her cheeks. "So .. you admit I'm tempting?" You questioned her—nudging on her side lightly.
It seems to backfire even worse now—She should've known you were a notorious bully.
Fenomeno tried to not make her further hitch of breath obvious, although the both of you knew that it was the opposite—it was as if she was trying to convince herself, more than you.
"You're twisting my word.." she murmured, half giving up—as her eyebrows furrowed into a knot. "I—.. I merely expressed that you're rather eye-catching, to the point it's disturb others." She added underneath her breath.
That was yet another poor defense of hers; no matter what she said, you always found a way to bend it into something that suited you.
Your gaze lingered on her longer than intended, tracing the shift in her expression as those once-calm eyes tightened within moments. It was endearing in a way she would never allow herself to admit. The warmth shared through her palm lingered, and without thinking, your fingers moved, brushing softly against her skin in a slow, absent caress.
You stole another glance—only to find hers already on you: in which, she panicked and immediately turned her face away.
“…well, Officer,” you murmured, voice low with quiet mischief, “a criminal should have a police’s eyes on her at all times. You can’t look away…” Your touch lingered just a second longer. “What if I ran away?”
That seemed to strike something deep within Fenomeno. She turned to you at once, panic flickering across her face as though the mere thought of you slipping away had taken shape in her mind.
Her hand tightened instinctively beneath yours, unwilling to let go. Even her tail fell still against the floor, stripped of its earlier restlessness, as if the idea alone had unraveled her. Her ears fell flat, as pout made it way to her face.
“…then who would keep an eye on you?” she asked, her voice edged with urgency, almost fragile in its insistence. “Someone else? Another criminal? There’s no other officer around—” The words tumbled out of her in a rush, each one betraying more than she intended.
Your chest tightened faintly at the sight, knowing full well you had drawn this reaction from her.
Her gaze dropped, a soft frown replacing the firmness she once held. Her brows eased into something uncertain
…you really did affect her—far more than either of you was ready to admit.
and at that: you held her hand even more tighter, not enough to actually hurt her—but just to assure.
“…well, that means I have to stay with you, right?” you murmured, your tone softening just enough to ease the tension curling in her chest. You felt it in the way her hand relaxed beneath yours, the way her breath steadied, even if only slightly.
Fenomeno knew from the glint of your eyes that youre planning to say something ridiculous.
“But, Meno… I really do want to go on a date.” Your voice dipped, quieter now, almost earnest. “And since you’re officially my officer… I guess that means we have to go on one now, huh?”
Something shifted within her again—only this time, it wasn’t the tight panic or the fragile uncertainty from before. Warmth bloomed instead, sudden and overwhelming, spilling across her cheeks in a deep shade.
She coughed lightly, turning her face just enough to hide it, as though the simple act might gather her scattered thoughts.
Her fingers tightened faintly against yours, grounding herself in the contact as she tried to steady the way her heart had begun to race.
A moment passed, stretched thin with unspoken feeling, before she finally forced the words out—uneven, barely above a whisper. “…Stay Gold is right… you’re a bad influence on me.”
Her voice carried no real resistance. And though she tried to mask it, there was no refusal in her tone. It was as if she indeed want it as well.
“…oh? And how would you know?” you asked softly, your voice dipping into something quieter, more deliberate.
You stepped closer, closing the distance until only a breath remained between you, the space charged with something unspoken.
“You’ll never know until you go on a date with me… so what you’re saying now—” your lips curved faintly, “—is nothing but a baseless accusation.”
Your gaze held hers, unrelenting yet warm. “A crime.”
Fenomeno faltered instantly. The words struck her harder than they should have, leaving her momentarily defenseless. Her lips parted as if to argue, to reclaim her ground, yet no sound came. The realization settled too quickly—she had no way to deny it, no firm ground to stand on.
A soft flush deepened across her cheeks, spreading beneath your gaze, impossible to hide. Her fingers twitched faintly in your hold, as though unsure whether to pull away or cling closer.
“…okay then,” she finally murmured, her voice quieter now, stripped of its earlier certainty. “I’ll go with you… as a law-abiding officer.”
The excuse was fragile, something she placed between you like a thin shield, barely holding together.
I never thought I'd actually finish this project anytime soon, so I kept it mostly under wraps for a long, long time.
And I cannot believe I'm finally able to say this but!!
My very own interactive fanfic!!
The characters in the game right now are: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Lilia and Floyd.
The reader is gender neutral.
Each character has 12 obtainable endings — 6 romantic and 6 platonic endings! (A total of 108 Endings!)
You get to choose if you want a romantic or platonic end!
5+ scenes for each character with some having hidden triggers to get to them!
Each route is about 12k-17k words. (A total of 144,155 words!!)
The endings depend on the choices you make!
A very few of my mutuals and friends knew what I was upto, and I'm extremely thankful for their presence!!!
Especially @charredcipher who helped me test everything thoroughly. I genuinely owe them my life, and he's the reason I was able to fix and polish this so quickly!!
You weren't meant to see that. To see him lose his composure, to see him so.. utterly at his lowest point. Heck—You weren't even supposed to be at Stynx.
He hurted you; he knew that he will lose you. And it was simply his fate—Quite dramatically enough.
The break up was like a quiet confession, almost the same like when you first confessed to him; he accepted it, no fight—simply just a quiet acceptance. You were hurt; and it's probably the best option you had.
He avoided you—At all cost, even when his heart still beats in the same rthym as when you're still his. Your relationship with Ortho has been slightly strained as well—but not as much for him to completely cut ties. You would see him; the same hue of pink still gleam his hair whenever the both of you made eyes contact, and yet; he, neither do you—want to utter a word.
Don't mistake his silence for ignorance though, he missed you, terribly, horribly. He seeks to touch you again; but after the scars he did tainted your skin—he felt so guilty to touch it with such gentleness. he loves you, deeply. Therefore; he can't hurt you any deeper. Isolation has always been his way to escape.
Until it wasn't
He quickly start missing you present a little bit too much. start showing up—start trying to actually make it up to you. His actions were laced with real sincerity.
Gifts, homework answers—Maybe helping you with your online game account if he's feeling brave; he seems to still shrink, still disappear almost immediately. Ortho sometimes give you stuffs—just at the right time of you needing them, but you were almost entirely so sure that it was from Idia.
Until he finally stumbled across those time of needs himself.
You winched, tears almost building at the very corner of your eyes; you had some scars, some bruises. Mostly are treated well; but sometimes, they still bleed. Still hurts.
But quite nothing could compare to the scrunching feeling of seeing them in the mirror.
To see them mare your skin, to see them imprinted, to see them stuck.
You never was the one to care for looks; but—you can't really get the image of it off. You look so disgusting—how could someone look at you the same after this? How—.. how will you even carry yourself?
The wounds got worse; they almost reopened everytime—sometimes you would cough badly, you can only guess it's the side effect of inhaling to many of blots. Your cuts—The deep scars, everything Idia left behind still occasionally reopened.
Just like the memory.
It's another one of these day again, unfortunately;
you're almost so sure—That you're alone, that nobody would see you clutching your sleeve tightly as you tried to pitifully wipe off any excess flowing blood. Nobody would treat them, nobody would see how much it clearly effect you—Despite the still loving feelings you had for someone that did it.
Nobody would notice your extreme coughing, your blood, your scars. You're too disputing to be looked at.
Before he—Idia, appeared. Out of all person.
You can't see his expression clearly, but you're almost sure that it was mix of surprise and guilt—So sure that his hands are trembling as it held on your shoulder, as he tried to steady your body whilst trying to physically and mentally calm his.
You're not sure either; your tears blur everything off.
".. Hey—Don't.. don't cry—it's like your CPU is overheating—" Idia rambled; you can't really make anything out—not his face, not his touch, not even the flowing blood from your now re-opened wounds.
Before you swipe off the tears away; and notice that Idia is indeed trembling; as he gaze deeply into the bruises, the scars, everything he had left behind without being fully aware—and for the whole time, he has been under the impression that they're healing and well.
He looked panicked; but knowing your condition—it would just worsen your condition if he panicked too, so with all of his might; he took a deep, shaky sigh. Before gently moving your hand closer
"you.. never told me—.. why? I'm responsible—You shouldn't hide it like it's nothing, fwe—!?..—"Idia rambled, as he quickly turned and ruined to shamble—You could see the obvious guilt painted on his face, scaring him to the very last nerve.
He lost Ortho.
He doesn't want to lose anybody else important.
Especially not you.
Everyone—, anyone else. But not you, he cannot lose the person that picked him—His parent love him because he's their son, Ortho love him because he's his brother—
But you.
You love him because he is him.
Before you know it; Idia quickly pulled you to a secluded space—Wrapping any cloths he could find at the moment as a makeshift bandage, he can't bear to see the same red fluid taint you. Just thinking about it make his head reels endlessly—Spiralling with possiblity.
As he tied the knot; his hands are still shaky, trembling and utterly quivering. But he looked at you—In a sincere, gentle way. Like he's afraid of losing you, even when he's technically already did.
"..I'm.. You should've told me, I could give you the best medication there is—.. Why? Y..you didn't say anything about this before—n.. Not before we break up." he whispered, avoiding your gaze like a virus. But he's panicked, his tone said it all.
You said nothing; you're still in obvious pain—And you're scared of him, scared of what he did. Scared for your sanity.
".. i insist, p..please—please take medication, w.. wait—y..you don't have to I..I meant—I..if you're scared of me still.. i..it would be uncool—Ahaha, you g..get it? N..not an SSR pull—" He continued on, trying to make the situation light as he tried to distract you from the fact that the blood is still somewhat flowing. his hand squeezing yours.
The blood flow still, hell—how many did he even left on you? The coughing continues on—he could smell the blot remain that burns your skin, he could smell the blood. He could smell everything that was wrong.
He's a shut in, he's you ex—He's supposed to stay gone and just admire and maybe cry over you as an ex; but he can't simply just watch. You're still sobbing.
Sobs. He hated sobs; please just—, you're torturing his heart, playing with his wire and CPU—but heck, he doesn't want you to think he don't care so therefore he must—
"..I'm guilty, but please—I don't want you to suffer more from the thing i did—gosh, n..not you, it would never be you." he whispered, before slowly pulling you into a hug. Trying to comfort you the best he could despite being someone he was so sure he wouldn't.
Leona is very hard on overstimulation. If he's not hitting the right place to make you squirt he'll take the time to learn when he's in the mood at least.
Whispers in your ear while you're under him whining on his cock. Mostly a mixture of degradation and praise though sometimes he'll comment on how pretty you look all messy under him like this.
He usually has sleepy lazy sex though when he's in the mood his ramming into you like a pogostick.
Making you cry is his daily mission. It turns him on even more. Definitely the type to lick up your tears while he's overstimulating you.
When you squirt once Leona has to make you squirt on him again. You can hold out just a few more rounds, can't you?
His breath puffed over your ear, hands roaming your bare body and hands ghosting over your breast to tweak your perky nipples. Leona's teeth were cold against your neck as his hips snapped up against yours again, a throaty growl reverberating through his throat as your walls squeezed around his twitching cock.
His tongue slipped over your cheek collecting your tears as your back arched up off the bed, an eager fucked out whine clawing it's way from your throat that had him chuckling. "Such a pretty whore for me," He mumbled against your feverish skin, teeth scraping against your pulse point.
"Gonna cum again? I can feel you squeezin' around me so hard don't deny it."
He picked up the pace, rejoicing in the moans that tumbled from your bruised lips and your flushed body under him. His tail swatted back and forth behind him, lips wrapping around one of your nipples and tongue flicking over it. Leona's hand snuck down in between your legs, finding and flicking at your clit.
His cock scraped deliciously against your g-spot with every thrust, the combination of his cock and his fingers against your clit made your body tensing and your eyes pathetically rolling to the back of your head.
"Cum." He commanded, sending you over the edge. Clear liquid sprayed out of your overstimulated body, forcing his cock out. Leona kept stimulating your clit with his fingers, looking down to see the last few spurts of your release wetten the sheets.
"There's my pretty girl.." He whispered, nipping your ear and realigning himself with you. "You didn't think we were over yet, did you? Come on, let me make you squirt on me again."
Vil Schoenheit
Doesn't really like the mess that comes with you squirting but he's well aware some people can't help it and in the moment it's hot when he makes you squirt.
He likes it when he makes you squirt on his fingers. It proves that he doesn't need his cock to make you feel good.
His words are whispered with praise and how pretty you are. He doesn't leave many bites or hickeys but me makes sure to press kisses against every part of your beautiful body, head to toe.
When he makes you squirt once that's enough. He doesn't want you to feel pain from being overstimulated nor does he want to make you cry from overstimulation either.
He makes sure to pamper you after, too. A warm bath after your sweat filled night and a massage if you'd like. Vil wants you to feel nice and relaxed, not tense after your night of pleasure.
"Shh.." He shushes you, lips leaving hot wet open mouthed kisses all over your neck and starting down your cleavage. Vils fingers were sliding in and out of your dripping heat with ease, curling up against your walls. He smiled against the skin of your shoulder, sucking a soft small hickey against your collarbone.
"Stay still, darling." He commanded of you, fingers curling up against your g-spot and thumb rolling quickly against your clit as you quivered under him, soft whines and pleads falling from your red lips.
Vil loved seeing you like this under him, all flushed and whiny from pleasure. Eyes rolling and hips grinding upwards against his hand in world spinning pleasure. He pressed a gentle kiss against your perky nipple, tongue dragging against it for a moment before he continued down your body, enjoying the twitching your body did underneath his touch.
Vil could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers, and he slowly pressed a third into your pretty pussy, stretching you apart. "Good girl.." He praised again at your moan of pleasure, "You going to cum?" His blond hair was sweaty and stuck to his head, his fingers rocking quicker inside of you.
"Cum for me, pretty." He mumbled against the soft hot skin of your stomach, his thumb teasing your clit a little faster. "Go on, sweetheart." His encouragement had you coming undone faster, unraveling around his fingers. He rode out your orgasm as you squirted, his free hand helping to support your body as you squirmed around on the bed.
He let you breath for a minute, continuing to press gentle kisses against your skin. "I'm going to go draw a bath, stay here." He wiped your sweaty hair away from your forehead, planting a kiss on it before leaving the room.
Idia Shroud
This man lives on making you squirt. When Idia is in the mood he's quite the pervert, as you would probably have imagined. The first few times he was shy, but the more he got to know your body the more confident he became. He degrades quite a bit.
His favorite place is being between your legs, sucking and nibbling at your clit and ravishing your body completely. He likes to leave you whiny and begging for more, too incomprehensible to do anything else.
He likes the mess. Please drench his face. If you can take it, he would make you squirt three maybe even four times straight.
Afterwards he's likely to just cuddle with you. You guys can both wash up in the morning. He's tired and wants to cuddle and play video games with you.
Of course he will get up for stuff you need if you want him too. It's the least he could do.
"Gonna cum again you slut?" He groaned against your thigh, his tongue continuing to lap eagerly at your core, driving you mad. His hands held down on your thighs, squeezing and pulling you closer to his face as he continued to ravish you, tongue slipping through your slit and rolling circles against your clit.
He smirked at the way you couldn't answer him. Only moan and writhe above him like the whore you are. He liked when you showed off that side of yourself. When he pushed you higher than cloud nine and all you could do was grind against him and cry out for more.
He felt your liquids drench his face, running down his jaw and chin as he lifted his head, looking at you while licking your juice off his lips, your orgasm had left a wet sheen on his face. "Wow, look at that mess you made. You really just couldn't wait, could you? Tell me how much of a whore you are." He said, a large prideful grin stretched across his face.
"I'm waiting." He tapped his finger against your clit, feigning impatience and eying the way your body twitched and bucked under the slightest of his touches. "Say it." He answered. "I'm a whore!" You whined out, India's eyes gleaming and narrowing. "For who?"
His fingers ran through your slit, feeling the way your cunt twitched against his fingers. "F-For you! Idia please!" He grinned, before his head disappeared between your legs again.
"Be patient. You'll get my cock later."
Malleus Draconia
He's probably the king of overstimulation without even meaning to overstimulate you. He's a dragon fae, everything is far bigger down there than a normal human.
He also likes ravishing you with his cocks, he's very pleased if you can take both of them.
He does leave marks and love bites all over your body. He leaves no spot untouched. Malleus instincts tell him to claim you so he's marking you up head to toe. Mainly around the neck and chest Area, but he also likes biting at your thighs.
He doesn't actually know what squirting is, but the first time you do it he's absolutely feral. He doesn't want you leaving the bed until you squirt again. He's a needy man, you'll do it just a few more times for him, won't you?
His canines sunk into your shoulder blade, Malleus hips rocking against your own and a growl rumbling through his chest. For sounding so rough he was gentle with your body, his hands soothing over the areas he'd previously marked up. His lips found yours, long tongue slipping into your mouth and mapping out the area for the hundredth time.
He drank in your moans of lust, letting your body grind and buck up against his with soft purrs. Malleus gladly let you hold onto his horns while he went down on you, his cocks stretching you out so wonderfully it was almost painful.
His hands slid over the bump in your lower belly where his cocks bulged from, groaning out against your lips, only pulling away to press and pepper kisses down your cleavage. "You are tightening right up around me, darling. Will you be finishing soon?"
He murmured against your skin, words wrapped in silk as he chuckled at your warbled moans and frantic nodding. He felt your back arch up, hips grinding up against his in need. "Calm, darling. Let me do the work." He said against your skin, speeding up his pace. Your head fell back, and he shivered at the cries falling from your bruised and bitten lips.
He stopped suddenly when he felt clear liquid spray out, and groaned at the way your walls squeezed against him. His hips stuttered before grinding up against your needy hole, riding out your orgasm. He laughed, looking down at the mess you'd become and tapping your clit a few times.
"Do you think you could do that for me again, love?" He'd asked, pressing soft kisses against your flushed tear stained face.
Thinking about big stupid Dottore who straight up use you like a Fleshlight:(!! Who will torture your cunt endlessly with vibrators whilst he work, who make a fucking machine just to hear you squelch and cry for release ..
big stupid Dottore who will slap your cunt if you release without his permission (｡ŏ﹏ŏ) ' it hurts'? well oh! He doesn't care~ You sign up for this, for him to reach depth you never expected him to, to touch your cervix endlessly, maybe even put a baby in you 0_0?
Big stupid Dottore who will never, ever, let his beloved Fleshlight go<3
Summary : Sore loser perverted Zandik—or dottore meeting, a shy, outcasted you
Trigger warnings - content warnings : harsh words, dubious consent, stalking, yandere, obsession, scar marking, dark theme, suggestive, uhm ooc maybe idk, I love zandik hihihi
Dottore hates everything and everyone ; The way people talk too loudly, almost in a buzzing motion in the akademiya always bothered him to no avail—always so trivial, what a waste of breath and space; when they could be turned into something far more.. useful
The way everybody would flap their lips, part it and fill in the room with such air pollution—Urgh. Annoying—.. especially when it come to group task, he had expected to be placed with yet another annoying students—
Until he noticed you're not speaking at all; noticing how you tried so hard to greet him normally—but couldn't stop shaking despite it all, eyes shifting everywhere but him. Your voice was almost nothing—.. nothing but a mere meek, a forced whisper that strangely enough make it way out of your throat.
..you're not so bad.
Surprisingly; You were easy to talk, easy to scare as well—but doesn't matter, everyone else is easy to scare too. You didn't winche, gave him a chance to be a human—to be zandik,not the outcast. To ramble about some heavy machinery, leyline, annoying students—.. and about everything, really.
And before you knew it; hanging out with Zandik is a daily thing. When you talk—it doesn't make Zandik scoff in annoyance or burden him, when you're quiet—it wasn't awkward and was still a peaceful moment.. despite him being a literal criminal. It was all going great; with people being scared of him—you won't be bullied, you don't have to suffer the way he did. You don't have to face the hard cold truth of the world—You're too soft for that, or so he insist it was.
He would sometimes go through your stuff—Your dorm, but it's alright! He's just worried :( you're so.. utterly gentle after all! What if you get injured—what if something bad happened to you!? He can't let it, can he? He would randomly show up, browse a bit, question a bit—and just nod! Nothing.. weird.
And before you know it—he placed some cameras on your room! Ooh.. but you're so fragile, they're just for.. uh.. what is it called? Security? Yes! Even though he's more dangerous than anybody else in the akademiya.. but you're HIS and ONLY friend.. it's all natural~or so he convinced.
He love how he can watch you wake up, how he can watch you shrug that pajamas off your body—revealing the skin beneath, ooh..! He seeks to scar them with the colour of his obsession—to scar them with the mark of his ownership:( you're his! Or did you forget? Dont worry.. he would always helps you remember ^_^
He's obsessed, and he realized it far too late; it wasn't until he sneaked into your room—steal some of your item as you make him a tea, you wouldn't notice if a panties of your went missing, right? You wouldn't notice if he sniffed your bed just to get a whiff of you—.. you surely won't mind if he just smell and take a teeny tinyyy.. sample of your perfume.. right? For what exactly..? Oh—.. don't worry, it was all for research! You would be.. okay, right :)? You're his best buddy after all..!
And you.. oh the dumb poor you :( who doesn't know any better—doesn't know the real threat, keeps him around for way too long...! But it's alright, you're his. After all <3
Im finally being productive again wow, still can't keep my promise on how often I would update though
Cw, disease of course.
Genres:Angst to comfort???
Dottore is my fav character to write dhsgeusgajahsj
Il Dottore
He's a doctor. He know what tod o in these situations where your body temperature just drop and you become pale, honestly,if You're any other person he couldn't careless if he find the cure or not,but if he can't find the cure for your disease and it'll end up fatal, He'll curse himself. He'll blame himself for everything,he make sure you're on good health every single day.
he has a room in his headquarters that is made for you only since he never really back to home and it's really worry him. It's a simple room with bed,thick blanket,box of medicine and lot decorations you like. Despite being a crazy man scientist,that one room he dedicate to you look Like a sweet nursery room
When it's not so cold outside,he like to give his jacket to you and take you to a scroll around the zapolyrn place garden,picking up flowers,picnic date,after all,being stuck in one room for long period of time is boring everyone need something fun to do.
He tried to cover the dark fatui side and the dark part of his experiment too,he worries that if you saw it,your condition will just be getting worse and he'll be the cause of it. He worry that someday you will drift away,and that all is because of his careless attitude.
His love language is act of service, he'll do anything for you, he'll cook you the softest pancake he learned himself,he prepared a warm bath and shower you,he try his best to make a cure to end all of your struggles in this cruel world.
"good morning Love"your tired eyes met with Dottore's,The man you loved the most. What you didn't expect was for you both to be on his mansion,you Don't remember anything about walking here.
"good morning too,love. Since when did we get here?" You cooed sweetly,your body however feel so sore. It's felt like you're going to faint.
"you were half asleep when we're on our Way,tell me how do you felt"he answer, placing his hand on your forehead, checking any symptoms of fever,you gave him a sweet smile at first but then it turned to frown when the feeling of soreness and blur start to hover your mind
"I feel.. I feel. Like I want to pass out,my body is sore"you answer bitterly,now he's worried. He then start to notice visible sweats on the side of your forehead. You were clearly exhausted.
"would you like to sit in front of the fireplace?"he hand you his hand, leading you to Infront of the fireplace,step by step on the stairs you both made it,placing you down on the silk couch covering you with thick blanket and your favorite plushie.
On the table, served his signature breakfast,a pancake he learned by himself and a mug of hot chocolate along with your medicine. He spoon you slowly and slowly. Waiting for your next condition report.
"Dottore. Do you think I'll be fine?"a word that truly shocken him,why would you ask such a question? Do your condition get so bad these day? How are he not aware of this? What could be the issues and cause?
"you'll be fine,here with me"he whispered as he placed kiss to your forehead. His words were so affirmating and calming but deep down he feel lot different than just 'youll be fine'
He can't lose you,not when someone actually care about him,not when his cold heart has been melted by you. And also not when you're the only person he can reach to when he struggles,what are him without you?
any sense of pride and self worth leaving my body when I see Beel crying
Beel..crying....YALL BEEL FUCKING ZEBUB CRYING!!!!! crashes through the fucking wall and tackles this man to the ground. Also the hickeys and marks on MC's thighs?? OH MYGODKE
Did you see his CHEST the WAIST the SHOULDERS I love me a manwhore
Prettybusy Updates/promises for the future. Year 2024
I literally took this from their website so. This was posted today: 10/01/2024.
Hello, this is Prettybusy.
Since the release of <What in Hell is Bad?>, many people have found Hell to support us and tell us what could be improved.
We are most apologetic that we cannot reply to all the voices.
But even when we weren't able to respond to everything, we still read every email, made sure we didn't miss anything,
and kept the production crew together for ongoing discussions.
We would like to apply many new things to Hell, but here's our first response to your voices,
summarizing what we can realistically expect to see in 2024.
More info about content, pricing and improvement of environment under the cut.
[Addition of contents]
Life goes on forever.
To those of you who come to find <What in Hell is Bad?>, we hope to be with you for new stories and new events.
So, here are some new content that we promise to add.
First
The addition of a new main story - Chapter 5 - (within January)
Hell's next story will be added.
What will be added in the new main story are main story episodes including battles, Minhyeok's story, and Hell's chatrooms.
We aim to add new chapters once every 3 months.
Second
The release of the minigame <Catch Minhyeok's Boxers> (within January)
Minhyeok's boxers have flown away in the wind! It is a game where you catch boxers floating in the sky with Ppyong who is armed with shibari.
To satisfy your desire to earn paid currency, we will add a minigame that allows you to randomly farm items alongside light gaming.
You can obtain not only Lesser Keys and Greater Keys, but also Solomon's Seals if you're lucky(!)
Third
The addition of new daily chats (within February)
The interest of all devils which you can see once a day. Daily chats will be added.
We are aiming to add daily chats steadily once every 2 months.
Fourth
The addition of the Friends system(within March)
You are not alone now...!
Adding friends gives you the ability to earn additional items, see what characters your friends have that you don't, and show your profile to other friends.
Fifth
The addition of Realm of the Seraphim(within March)
The closed <Realm of the Seraphim> of the Dark Sanctuary will be opened.
You can now enter Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael's realms to fight them.Similar to the Nightmare Dungeon, you can only face them if you fulfill the conditions, and while it will be a scarier battle, you will be rewarded with better items.
What's unusual about this is that you won't exchange items through an exchange, but rather you get the
items you loot from their realms immediately after the battle.
Sixth
The addition of a birthday system(within April)
The devils understood the human world's <celebration of birthdays>.
Now, the devils will congratulate the day you were born, the most unusual being in Hell.
Devils who are on good terms with you will contact you, and also prepare presents with their hearts.
Seventh
The addition of decorating the lobby icon(within May)
The production crew also enjoy decorating everything with the devils we love.
Like on Halloween, the function to decorate the lobby icon with a single devil's theme will be added.
The icon packages for all devils won't be there from the start, but the icons of all devils will definitely be added.
Eighth
The addition of line stickers(once registration is complete)
We are preparing line stickers of each devil version.
First off, Ppyong's stickers are ready and we are getting ready to register. It is not up to us to decide whether it will be able to register so we can't give you an exact timeline, but barring any major issues, you should be able to see them in the first half of the year. We will also be creating a number of opportunities for you to join the devils outside of the game this year.
[Pricing system reform]
Once again, we sincerely thank you for finding Hell despite its many shortcomings.
We will continue to improve the parts that inconvenience you in Hell's environments you experience.
So, here is our promise of 2024 to make your experience more comfortable.
First
The function to 'select' when summoning an L grade character (within February)
We confirmed that you have been working hard to get your hands on L grade devils, and we have seen how
frustrating it can be when you have reached your number of guaranteed acquisition but can't get the devil you want more.
Therefore, the production crew discussed this to be the improvement that should be made first.
Now when L grade characters are newly released, you can select the character you want once you
reach the number of guaranteed acquisition.
Moreover, we sincerely understand and apologize for the frustration of those who didn't get their limited characters.
In the interest of equity, we can't directly give you the angels you didn't get, but we have added a system to make it
easier to get Solomon's Seals with the promise of a definitive reprint of the angel characters.
Second
Monthly acquisition of Solomon's Seals (within February)
We have confirmed that people who play the game 100% for free don't have the opportunity to get an L grade character, and that makes them feel a great sense of loss.
We have made all of our stories available for free for those who want to play for free, but we empathize that the devils, especially the touchable ones, tempt you so strongly that it is difficult to resist.
Therefore, players who play for free can also obtain 500 Seals per month through various activities such as quests and attendance.
Third
Pancake Shop renewal (within March)
We have received a lot of feedback about the efficiency of the Pancake Shop and how getting S grade characters and artifacts with pancakes just isn't that much fun.
Also for 100% free-to-players, one of the largest opinions was to to give them the opportunity to
earn L grade characters when they obtain duplicate L grade and S grade characters, even if it costs much currency.
While it is impossible for us to listen to 100% of the feedback we receive, we have been working hard to make sure we are listening to you as much as possible, which is why we are announcing a complete renewal of the
Pancake system and prepare the opportunity to obtain L grade characters.
(1) The Pancake Shop will now be upgraded to the Nightmare Pancake Shop, and free-to-play players will now be able to obtain L grade characters through the Nightmare Pancake Shop.
With the addition of the Nightmare Dungeon and the Realm of the Seraphim, you will need to develop a variety of characters. Gold and Tomes will be much more important, and you will need to be more efficient with limited action power.
As a result, duplicate acquisition of B/A/A+ grade characters will now grant Gold and Tomes, and duplicate acquisition of S grade and L grade characters will grant <Nightmare Pancakes>.
(2) <Nightmare Pancakes> will be used in purchasing goods in the newly opening <Nightmare Pancake Shop>.
In the Nightmare Pancake Shop, you can purchase a monthly rotation of <L grade characters> and <L grade character artifacts>, <exclusive stickers to decorate your chat room profile>, <in-game icon design packages>, and
<Solomon's Tears>.
(Through fun planning, we will continue to add novel and adorable goods.)
(3) The <Pancakes> you already own can be used to purchase items from the existing Pancake Shop, or exchanged for <Nightmare Pancakes> - currency that can be used in the Nightmare Pancake Shop. (*Not at a 1 to 1 ratio.)
This is an upgraded version of the Pancake Shop that we have been working hard to continuously bring you as many opportunities as we can.
Not all functions are immortal, and we are planning to listen to many opinions again after implementing the shop.
Through the renewal of the Pancake Shop, we hope you obtain more efficiency and opportunities.
Fourth
Adjustment of the price of the Nightmare Pass (within March)
The Nightmare Pass was designed to give players a chance to get a guaranteed L grade character and a lot of paid items for a fraction of the cost.
However, there were various opinions ranging from the Pass being cheap to too expensive due to exchange rate
differences between countries (in some cases due to the dual conditions of exchange rate and app store).
One thing we know for sure is that most players had a blast.
We want you to enjoy your visit to Hell, so we have decided to price the Nightmare Pass a little lower than it is now, taking into account currency differences between countries.
We will announce the exact price again.
However, we respectfully ask for your kind understanding that it takes a lot of time and effort to bring
L grade characters to you, including the artwork, Live2D, stories, comics, and voice acting, so we can't just make them too cheap.
[Improvement of environment]
First
Adjustment of staging time of Ultimates (within February)
While we wanted to maximize the spectacle of combat through fancy staging, we found that the pacing of
combat can be a bit sluggish for those who are already used to staging.
The scenes in which the characters' faces appear will be reduced to 1/2.
Second
Enjoying event story illustrations (within March)
We accept wholeheartedly the feedback that after watching an event story, it is very sad not to be able to see the illustrations after the event story period.
You can now rewatch the illustrations you enjoy in the future event stories you meet in the existing album.
Third
Addition of a Boss skill window (within March)
We hear your feedback that when a boss angel appears, it is hard to respond because you don't know what skill they use.
Boss angels will now have skill icons next to the angels, and you can tap on it to see the skill they use.
However, there are bosses that intentionally do not expose their skill icons in some places for the sake of difficulty.
Fourth
Faster announcements
We recognize that announcements about new character additions and release schedules do not give you enough time to prepare, or even make you feel anxious.
To explain the situation so far, the <evaluation> takes a very long time unlike other games, and it is very difficult to confirm the release date.
This is because even if we announce our release date well in advance by the standards of other games, 2-3 weeks can easily pass if we get rejected only a few times.
But this is not a situation that our players should have to deal with, and it is something we must solve.
For a safe announcement, we are planning to update only the main story and minigame in January without releasing new sub stories, new S grade characters or L grade characters.
We will be pulling about two months' worth of evaluation for new characters that are tied to evaluation, so we'll be able to give you a stable schedule ahead of time once we have the results of the evaluation.
We realize that not releasing new characters can be boring for our users. But if you could understand that this was a very difficult decision for us to make, we'll be working harder in the month of January to ensure that we're able to give you stable announcements.
We would like to take this opportunity to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for finding Hell once again.
We would like to say that although we do have many shortcomings, but we never made decisions to give you bad experiences.
And that we'll never stop, and that we'll continue to think and listen every day to keep things moving in the right direction.
We wish we could use large staff to make faster improvements and respond to more voices in real time, but we are deeply sorry and saddened that we can't.
We will repay your love with a production crew that will answer your questions as quickly as we can.
You are the most valuable and appreciated part of the production crew's experience.
Though it may be slow, Hell will not stop. It will become more experienced and faster.
So what does it mean? Does it mean I literally bought ratatouille for nothing!? /Ref
I was literally planning to pull for Michael after his banner end in the standard,It cost me 200k for ONE seal,for TEN seal it would cost two million. Dude,, I could pay few monthly bills with that kind of money.
If I wasn't so Inlove with Lucifer I'd literally DROP the game right now.
Merry Christmas to all of you reading this! I have decided to write something special for Christmas. This will be dedicated to the three WHB Seraphims (Gabriel, Michael, and Raphael), enjoy!!
WHB! GABRIEL x Reader
It was ironic and even amusing to see Gabriel, an angel, a seraphim who is highly respected from the earth and above is just now all in your hands; tied up, while his salvia dripped down his chin from the fabric wrapped around his mouth. It truly was a sight.
“What a dirty angel you are. Let's see how long it takes for you to fully break underneath that "holy" facade of yours.” – words that echoed through the room and through his ears.. Seeing him tied up so obediently as the tears of pleasure he has been craving showed, begging to be touched by you.
It wasn't so hard to figure out — especially how his dick was throbbing underneath those red ribbons, waiting to be unwrapped by you. Taking in the sight, you walked closer to his figure as you teasingly ran your finger down the exposed skin of his waist, sending shivers down his spine.
You wrapped your hand around his dick and gave an experimental pump, causing his legs to quiver under your grasp. You rubbed in your finger firmly on the slit of his tip, causing him to roll back his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
“My, what a sensitive present I have gotten for Christmas.” you slowly started to unwrap the ribbon, revealing a full view of his dick throbbing for more whilst his precum is dripping down his length. Going on both knees, holding him in firmly as you licked up the liquid he gave out, earning a gasp from the seraphim. He buckled his hips out of impatience, wanting and craving for more..
You flicked your tongue on the slit of his tip, tasting in the sweet liquid, as he let out another gasp. The tension and coldness of the air caused him to shiver as it hit his exposed skin. You placed in soft kisses across his skin whilst you continued to firmly rub in the slit of the tip of his dick, earning a muffled moan underneath the fabric.
A rosy hue of color started to linger on his cheek as tears started to form ever so slightly, feeling the need to release yet stopped has driven him on the edge. The movements of your fingers have him throwing his head back, hearing a faint sound of moan coming underneath the fabric, rolling his eyes at the back of his head, feeling his release about to come close...
A slightly louder moan echoed in the room after he gave out his release. The stickiness wrapping around your hand as his chest rose up and down slowly yet sharply. You positioned yourself on top of his figure, removing the fabric that was covering his mouth before you clashed in your lips with his.
“Now, moan loudly for me. Don't you dare hold back.”
This was going to be a long night and it surely wasn't going to end in just one round.
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