First part of my 1k celebration! based entirely on an absolutely nasty dream I had once that I've never been able to shake >.< cuck luci in my heart 4ever sorry for any mistakes it's 3 am & just not my business anymore
Lucifers fingers ached, the need to clench and flex them growing by the minute. Being relegated to the position of silent observer was a new one, an idea put forth by the ever charming prince and between honeyed words and reassurances Diavolo managed to get you to agree.
He had to admit it was a bold proposal, Lucifer never expected you to agree but being seated here now with an ever growing erection was a pleasant surprise.
"Oh come now, I know you can do better than that," Diavolos teasing tone tore him from his thoughts.
He almost can't help the moan threatening to slip past his lips at the sight, the obscenity of watching made his heartbeat quicken as he sat forward.
You trembled in the soft glow of the lamplight, pussy spread by Diavolos skilled fingers as he toyed with you. It was thrilling to watch those fingers slide inside, the slow way they disappeared as your own fingers dug into the backside of your thighs as you held them up.
Gasps and whimpers came from you, eyes screwed shut against both the feeling of Diavolos fingers scissoring against your slick walls and against Lucifers piercing gaze. It felt like he was pinning you against the bed without laying a hand on you. Shyness clung to your skin like a sheen of sweat.
"Please Dia," you whined. It was all the more embarrassing considering they were both fully clothed while you were a squelching spectacle on the mattress.
"Hm? Don't tell me you're feeling embarrassed?" The question was punctuated by his fingers withdrawing, swiping through the sticky mess of arousal before slowly circling your throbbing clit. "You're already making such a mess, you like being watched don't you?"
Your eyes flick between the princes face, hunger and glee evident on his features, and Lucifers. Lurched forward, gloves hands fisted against his trousers and eyes so transfixed on your cunt it made your walls spasm around nothing.
You're so focused on Lucifer you failed to notice Diavolo undoing his own slacks to palm at his thick, flushed cock, smearing the beaded precum along the red swollen tip with his thumb before sliding through your wet folds. The touch is what snapped your focus back on him, moaning just from the anticipation of having him inside you.
He wastes no time lining up with your entrance, pushing the head down with his thumb before you feel it pop inside you, pushing against the band of muscle as your body slowly accepts each inch of mind numbing girth. The stretch feels agonizingly slow, the anticipation of fullness makes you twitchy so you let go of your legs to cup your breasts and rub your peaked nipples.
You know he's watching you, and slowly your earlier embarrassment melts away as Diavolos hips meet yours once he bottoms out, heavy balls resting against your ass as he kneads your thighs.
"Don't they look beautiful just like this?" He says with a grin as your cunt squeezes around his cock. You barely make out Lucifers hoarse whisper of yes, letting your head loll to the side to see him palming his clothed erection. A shiver of thrill crawled down your spine.
"They look so wet," he speaks as if in a trance.
"Mhm, practically dripping," he grunts, rolling his hips in a smooth thrust, pushing your legs back up to give Lucifer a peek of his cock being sucked back in by your needy cunt. The way he prodded against your cervix without even intending to, he was just that big, makes you yelp and dig your nails into his broad shoulders.
Your mouth dropped open in silent moans as his pace gradually picked up, the smack of skin on skin and the way you squelched with each inward movement forming a perverted melody in the dim bedroom. The whole scene made Lucifers head spin, hands moving of their own accord to free himself of his slacks and briefs, shamelessly pumping his fist up and down his cock in longing. Wishing he'd been invited as a participant rather than a spectator.
Diavolos hands wandered to pinch and tweak at your nipples, making you yelp and squirm against the bed. A wicked grin graced his lips.
"You're so sensitive, little one," he coos at you while twisting the bud of one breast slightly harder, enough to make your body jerk.
He's enjoying this far too much, indulging in making a mess of your body and enjoying putting on a show for his dear friend whom he knows is practically salivating imagining slipping his cock inside your fluttering pussy.
It spurs him on even more, thrusts settling into a brutal rhythm, each stroke of his cock practically a gut punch that forces the air from your lungs as tears start sliding down your cheeks. His tip making a home against your cervix with each steady kiss against it.
Your eyes have taken on a glassy, unfocused appearance which he relishes in as one large hand comes to caress your throat before his thumb digs against your pulse point. The lightheadedness mixes with the electric rush of pleasure, not caring that your tongue was poking past your lips and saliva threatened to drip from the corners of your mouth
It's exquisite to watch, a display of debauched utter submission that makes Lucifers cock twitch in his grasp. Hideous longing makes his fist move faster against his dick, pressure building to a boil inside his gut with each slap of those weighty balls against your ass.
Your thigh muscles were starting to scream as your body jostled up and down with the princes thrusts, the first sparks of orgasm threatening to burn you from the inside out.
"I want you to show him how pretty you look when you cum," Diavolo says through gritted teeth.
That's all it takes, as his hand quickly releases your neck and the blood rush slams into you with your orgasm right on its heels. It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room, each clamp of your cunt punctuated with a teary blubber of his name as your back arches against the mattress.
As he keeps furiously thrusting inside you your bleary eyes find Lucifer once again, hazily watching cum spurt against his hand and the ragged way his chest rises and falls.
The only thing left in your ecstasy dumbed mind is one rapidly cycling thought: watch me, watch me, watch me.
This chapter has me on the edge of my seat and fuck, is it cruel. (There might be some lil inaccuracies in my translations)
Dabi tells Tokoyami what Hawks did to Twice.
Dabi says: “He is way dirtier than any of us.”
- The used word sounding to me like something really disgusting to describe a mangy dog.
And Dabi’s face looks soft saying this horrible shit. He looks almost… amused.
But the one thing that hit me the hardest (right in my fucking guts, guys) were these little panlels, the conversation had lead up to…
Seconds before the tension snapps:
Because Hawks doesn’t deny it!
He says: “Toko… Yami…”.
Hawks doesn’t defend his actions. The one thing he tries to say in this moment, is Tokoyami’s civilian name. Because he regrets that Tokoyami, (the one kid that looked up to him, the one character he tried to guide and help-) this kid finds out about Hawks beeing… “dirty”.
Of course, Tokoyami doesn’t move his eyes from the big bad threat that is Dabi, because the kid is a hero-in-training and ready to bleed to safe Hawks… But-
Can you see how his ‘mouth’ trembling? - Because it hits him. This 15 year old kid just learned that his mentor (and friend) lied and murdered.
And then you see Hawks’ face more clearly. Exhausted- okay. Scarred- yes. Pained- sure. But the increddible thing most clear in his eyes?
It’s sadness.
He looks at Dabi. And finally - after all these wordless panels - we see Dabi’s face:
And Dabi doesn’t look ‘amused’ anymore. (I have a really hard time reading his expression here.)
Dabi attacks them again.
And Hawks doesn’t even flinch. He’s calm as fuck and stays completly professional, perfectly predicting the gap in Dabi’s blasts.
Hawks litterally says: “Instead of finishing me off, he talked to me.”
And then: “Dabi talks to you, because he needs more time. Maybe because… His own flames weaken him.”
(How does Hawks come to that conclusion?
Hawks is extremly intelligent and he worked close enough with Dabi to notice- Sure, but the prefect accuracy in which he can predict the moment of “overheating”?! -
It’s like he already knew more details beforehand…)
Due to Hawks, they acutally escape Dabi, but- and at this panel I lost my shit- because:
Yes.
Yes.
Dabi is imitating Endeavor.
Dabi.The guy who’s only meaning in life is to take down his father Endeavor at all costs, USES ENDEAVOR’S IDEA, to reach that goal.
I love that. I love this irony. It feels like the plot did a backflip and kicked me in the face with a burning… hot-topic-shoe.
Yeah. To conlcude everything: This chapter was… lit.
(Now I’d excuse myself, m needa cry in my homework. Have a nice day)
Griffin: We’re killing fashion, one shirt at a time. Take that.
Justin: I will, I - so, so sue me! It’s October in West Virginia, I’d like to live on island time for a day.
Griffin: You…
Justin: Cut me some slack.
Griffin: I have Spotify, open right now on my computer. Do you want me to blast you? [holding back laughter] Do you want me to put you on blast? ‘Cause I’ve got your history right here in the sidebar:
[Growing increasingly angry]
“Take It Back” by Jimmy Buffett,
“Nautical Wheelers” by Jimmy Buffett,
“Jolly Mon Sing” by Jimmy Buffett,
[Justin holding back laughter as Griffin continues]
“Steamer” by Jimmy Buffett!
“Treat Her Like a Lady” by Jimmy Buffett!
“Manana” by Jimmy Buffett!
“When Salome Plays the Drum” by James Buffett,
“Havana Daydreaming” [sic] by Jimmy Buffett. What the fuck happened to you?!
[Justin and Travis losing their shit]
Justin: I had a case of the Mondays!
Griffin: Are you haunted? Are you FUCKING POSSESSED? You used to be my BROTHER!
Justin: [holding back laughter] I had a case of the Mondays! I had those old Monday blues, and I was just trying to chase ‘em away!
Travis: I just want to remind people of the concept of the show, is that Justin makes up one third of the team, that feels qualified to tell other people how to live their lives-
Griffin: How to do fuck all!
[beat, quiet laughter and indiscernible chatter]
Griffin: [completely calm] You guys want a Ya- do you guys want a Yahoo?
