“just wanna take care of you” you whine slipping between his legs and onto the floor. your knees dig into the carpet and you press your face into the space between his bulge and his thighs.
“please” you beg batting your eyelashes up at him and pressing a wet kiss over his clothed dick.
it doesn’t take much convincing, how can he say no to you like this? pretty lashes blinking up at him and your face practically nuzzled into his crotch. plus jason can’t say no to you.
everything about jason is so pretty especially his cock. reddish-pink tip sticky with sweet pre now resting in your hand. he fists his hands into the couch cushions when you give him a kitten lick, collecting some of the pre onto your tongue. then licking a slow stripe from his balls to his tip. coating him in your spit.
“tastes so good.” you grin up at him. he moves to fist his hands into your hair as you take him into your mouth. swallowing all of him until his tip brushed the back of your throat. you gag around his cock and he runs a soothing hand over your hair.
imagine mammons crows start to report back to Mc, why? Well I dunno, if you were a crow familiar and YOUR master suddenly got a super cutie sweet romantic partner that fed you and groomed your feathers, wouldn’t you also go tattle on people to them????
But anyways, so basically one day mc is doing homework, probably snacking and completely bored out of their mind. Mammons currently in trouble so he’s off the table, asmo is at the spa, satan just got done having a massive melt down so he’s on cool down, Levi is way too focused on a game to even think about school work, Luci is currently punishing mammon, Beel is eating, and belphie is fast asleep on a soft surface somewhere. So yeah, there’s no one around to do homework with or to mess around with, so it would be safe to say that they are B-O-R-E-D.
then they hear a weird tapping at their door, they assume someone is just.. well, being weird, so they go and open their door hoping it’s one of the brothers. Instead a large black thing flies over their head and thumps onto their bed. They let out a short scream and stumble back to look, and find it’s one of mammons crows!
so they stop being over dramatic and go over to the little guy, they kneel down and scratch their little cheek with a careful finger, trying to remember which crow this is..
”hm.. you’re quarter, right? Yell at me if I’m wrong,”
And of course since mc is just an angel, quarter does not yell, and instead nuzzles into their hand,
”oh good, you know I was just praying for a distraction.. you wouldn’t happen to have anything to gossip about?”
Mc was only joking, honestly until this point they assumed mammon was the only one who could really communicate with them, since it just seemed like it happened so easily, a “caw!” Was enough for him to understand what they were getting at. So imagine their shock when they start to croak out, in very poor English, some things they saw happening on their way there!
so from then on mc suddenly starts just.. knowing things??? Sometimes a brother will be scolded for something they could have sworn no one else saw! Or maybe Mc will know about events before they’re even publicly announced,
honestly there’s probably a few times where Mc already knows about a surprise that mammon had planned, but is charmed anyways.
eventually mammon finds out when he’s informed by a crow that ANOTHER crow snitched on mammon to mc about him wasting another paycheck as a casino.
Mc most definitely gets a lecture from all seven of them for not telling anyone about this, Mc is trying to seem remorseful.. seriously! They are! they can’t help laughing right now! The crows were just trying to be helpful!!!
you’re killing me
ryland grace x fem!reader (angst)
synopsis: stratt gives you an ultimatum and you’re afraid of the results
m.list / wc: 1.4k
“if you don’t do it, i’ll just have one of the other doctors administer the medicine,” stratt sits behind her desk, hands folded against the wood tabletop. her lips are settled into the normal straight line, eyes searching yours, “and i assume you’d want to be there. i know the two of you have.. created a connection and it would be easier on him if someone he was close with would be there.”
“but it would be against his will, you said it yourself, you think he’ll say no. i- i can’t do that stratt. not against someone’s will,” you scoot the chair back a little, legs scraping against the flooring.
unfolding her hands, she grabs a cup of coffee on her desk. she carefully brings it up to her lips, hand trembling ever so softly. setting it back down, she looks back at you, a soft determination settling in on her expression. “unfortunately, most of the team being gone leaves us with only grace. he knows the ins and outs of the mission and understands atrophage unlike anyone we could bring on now,” stratt looks out through the window towards the sky, taking in a deep breath.
“i understand you don’t believe that this is best for grace, best for the earth. but it is. and as i’ve said, you could help ease him into it, more so than any of the other scientists. you were the only one studying the coma resistant gene he was truly interested in. you could very well help him understand,” she laces her fingers together again, waiting patiently for an answer.
you stumble onto stratt’s airplane hangar, briefcase filled with your findings and laptop. people are walking around quickly, some of them discussing things, others simply hurrying somewhere for something important. stratt stands nearby, a couple people standing off behind her, two coffees in her hands.
“glad you could join us, y/n. a few of our scientists recognized your name when discussing the effects of inducing a coma long term. so, they’d like to share some of their findings and see where your ideas may take them,” she speaks loudly, trying to explain over the sound of the airplane’s engines.
“of course! if this mission is as important as everyone makes it seem, then i’m more than willing to share my findings,” you follow the group towards the barracks of the hangar. people are filling every available room, small windows peeking into meetings and testing chambers.
she pushes open one of the doors, holding it open as you step in with the other scientists following her around. the room is empty behind some boxes labeled ‘coma research’. a whiteboard features notes on genes and genetic information, the ideal length of the coma written to the side. your published paper sits closest on the long table, a study discussing the needs of patients who are put under for extended lengths of time.
“welcome to the extent of our research. these scientists are perez and brown, and over here is grace. he will be sitting in for most of these conversations,” stratt points out everyone in the room, finishing on a man who is flipping through a paper of some sort, eyes glancing up at all of you through his crooked glasses.
“yeah, it’s an honor to meet you, i’ve read a couple of your papers,” grace stands up and reaches over the table to meet your hand with his, a pun practically shining off of his t-shirt.
biting the inside of your cheek, you can feel your hands growing clammy, a thick tension fills the air. “and, if you deny this request, you’ll be sequestered off to your room until the hail mary is sent to space. in case you try to warn him or anyone else of what is occurring.”
“you can’t seriously- this is what you consider best case scenario? this is ridiculous, grace has been one of, if not the most integral person to this mission and you’re going to betray him like this? using me to soften the blow?” your eyebrows furrow, standing up from your chair.
“well, see, you’ve said it yourself. he has been the most integral, which is why we must send him. and, yes i am using you to soften the blow. i need you to understand that i don’t necessarily want to be doing this, but for the betterment of earth, i have to,” stratt waits a moment, watching every facial feature twitch into disgust.
your stomach starts to swirl, like you’re about to throw up. the thought of sending him off like that, all alone, with no one who truly loves him staring back at him. “fine. but only for him, not you,” you taking in a deep breath, staring down at stratt.
nodding, she turns towards a guard standing in the doorway, his shoulders nearly the width of the opening, “it’s time, can you escort l/n to the next room over and bring her in when it’s time?” stratt waves you off, trying to offer a reassuring smile, only to be met with your head shaking disappointingly.
grace steps into your lab, results nearly imprinted into your eyes based on how long you’ve been staring at them. you were so close to figuring out the best way to keep the astronauts alive that you didn’t notice him enter the room. “y/n?”
he finally pulls your attention from the results, two bowls of instant ramen in his hands. his glasses are falling down his nose, hair sitting awkwardly on his head. “you’ve been working up here a lot, figured you’d need something to eat, sustenance and all,” ryland walks across the room to you, holding out your bowl of ramen.
“thank you, ryland, i honestly forgot to eat. which is ironic because all i do is look at what food the astronauts will need for the mission. it’s, honestly, it’s a bit exhausting,” you run your hand through your hair, free hand grabbing the ramen from him. “you’ve really been a savior, you know?”
“me? no- no, i’m just trying to help. yao and the rest of the crew are the real heroes, i’m just here for support,” ryland shrugs, sitting beside you on one of the many lab chairs, slurping up some of the ramen.
sauce hits the corner of his lips, leaving spots against his skin. “you’ve got something, right there,” you put to your own lips, laughing a little as his tongue sticks out to get the remaining sauce. he falls short though, the sauce still sticking to his skin.
“no, it’s right here,” you reach over, thumb brushing over the corner of his lips, fingers caressing his cheek.
“thank- uh thank you!” his cheeks grow red, playing with his food with a pair of chopsticks.
“you’re murdering me! you’re murdering me stratt! this is murder! you can’t be doing this to me,” ryland yells out at stratt, not even noticing her motioning people to enter the room.
you and your escort aren’t the only ones who enter the room, a few others filling the exits so he has no opportunity to run. tears are streaming down his cheeks, dripping off his chin and onto the ground. for a second, he glances back at the door, catching you in his gaze, along with the syringe in your hand. eyebrows furrow as his gaze flickers between you and stratt.
“you’re helping her? after everything we’ve been through? you’re helping her kill me?” ryland backs up to the window, body pressed against it as hard as he possibly can.
“it was the only way ryland, she would’ve had someone else do it. and i- i couldn’t just let you be sent off,” you step forward, grimacing as a few guards grab a hold of his appendages, attempting to stop him from flailing around. you try to ignore his pleas, telling yourself that it’s the best option.
“no! no, you can’t do this, no, y/n please! please don’t do this, i can’t do this.” ryland continues to cry, staring up at you as you start to bring the syringe down on him. tears begin to swell in your own eyes, chin shaking as you try to hold back your own cries.
inserting the syringe into his neck, you look away afterwards, pressing the liquid down and into his veins. his body begins to calm as it takes affect, eyes glossy and still staring up at you. he looks dead in that moment, devoid of any emotion or feeling. “you did the right thing.” stratt’s voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, only resulting in you rushing out of the room, throwing up in the nearest trash can.
I love the puppy/dog Dennis, absolutely top tier stuff right there
But like…what if abbot is the one to introduce/teach Dennis about it? Experienced dog teaching the puppy? Hear me out on this ok—
Abbot tries to pay attention to all the new kids, wants to make sure they are settling ok and feeling confident, but Jack is doubly paying attention since Robby has sung the kids praises so much. It’s not as if the kid doesn’t deserve the praise, Dennis is clearly on his way to becoming a fantastic doctor….Jack actually sees a lot of himself in Dennis…including the way Dennis sees to become loosing when Robby scruffs the back of the boys neck, and the way Dennis is so eager to follow Robby around and please him, perking up when Robby ruffles Dennis hair in passing, it’s all very…dog like. It reminds Jack a lot of how Jack himself was with Robby, but it was during much more..naked circumstances.
That sorta play really helped Jack in his youth, and is still enjoyable now that he is older, so maybe, in a little bit selfish thought, Jack thinks that kinda play would be up Whitakers alley too. So maybe Jack pokes and prods and teases the kid, calls Dennis a good boy when his sutures are good, scruffs the kids neck to lead Dennis to new cases, even said ‘down boy’ once when Dennis and Trinity were roughhousing in the locker room. Jack knows Robby is giving him sideways glances every time but abbot can’t stop- It’s just- abbot thinks Dennis would make such a sweet puppy. Already so eager to please, so hungry to get another pat on the head a ‘good job’ from Robby. If Dennis had a tail it would be wagging from the words and, yeah, that is a visual abbot likes very much.
So eventually Dennis notice abbots flirting and yeah, Hucklerobby in abundance, now abbot can finally seriously broach the topic of puppy play and—
Dennis has no clue what that is. Be it because he is from the middle of nowhere Nebraska or a Church boy or a mix of both, Dennis just has never heard of this but…perhaps a little intrigued after a very detailed play by play of how Jack and Robby go about it so…Dennis decides to try it out but, the boy is so awkward and unsure because he has never done anything like it and it’s a smidge embarrassing but that kinda makes it hot to him and what is he supposed to do with his hands???
So abbot teaches him how to be a good puppy for Robby, a sweet little dog for them to both play with.
Now Robby had his hands full with an old misbehaving mutt and a new sweet little dog for him to break in.
Yeah there’s like. Your fav fucking the attitude out of you but what about YOU fucking the attitude out of him? Imagine taking down the sassy brigade that is geto and gojo like. I imagine gojo is probably pouting bc he got some mission that was beneath him and he’s bored and now he’s just fussy all day. He gets to your place and he’s sighing everywhere, rolling his eyes and just acting so dramatic and detesting everything you say. You gotta suck that dick girl. When he’s finally settled on the couch complaining about how bored he is in the relationship and how you can’t give him enough attention you tell him to shut the fuck up already and peel his cock out his pants. Watch that attitude melt away as you suck his dick sloppy and he becomes straight putty. “You still need attention” and he’s NODDING bc he wants more, ofc he does. You ride that dick, cowgirl style clothes still on, who says he gets the full package after whining all day? “M’ feeling you. So good fuck. Sooo fucking good” he pants, he looks so cute and dumb. Bro cant even remember what he was complaining about.
Geto on the other hand? Has a very valid reason to be pouting. Another mission alone swallowing disgusting curses. It’s starting to get to him. He’s not an outward complainer like gojo hut his mannerisms show everything he’s really feeling. He’s sighing, telling you how he doesn’t see the point and when you drive him he leans away from you legs folded. “Whats wrong baby” you ask. He’s rolling his eyes telling you nothing. Baby you better pull that car over. You can see in his eyes he needs some reassurance, and maybe to cum afew times. You kiss geto so deeply while grabbing his neck. Ofc he likes it too cause he’s kissing you back and placing his hand over yours, squeezing it. He’s giving you permission to take care of him. So you do, you choke him while fighting with his tongue and he’s moaning all into the kiss. And when you pull away you can see the dark spot of precum leaking through his pants. You take that dick out his pants sooo fast girl,”spit on it baby”, you say holding his throbbing cock in your hand. He does as you say and you start stroking. Alternating the pace so he can be on the edge of his seat. “Mmmm please, let me have it pleasee fuck. Anything” hes so cute this. So why not. You pump one last time and your thumb slides over the tip,your so good for me Geto you know that? Baby he’s cumming and panting, lil between his teeth and all. Maybe not all days are so harrowing for poor geto
Do you remember we were sitting there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time. You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter. You are the best thing that's ever been mine.
Give me something that will haunt me when you're not around.
My mind forgets to remind me, you're a bad idea.
Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right.
These days, I haven't been sleeping. Staying up, playing back myself leaving.
I sneak in and see your friends, and her snotty little family all dressed in pastel. And she is yelling at a bridesmaid, somewhere back inside a room, wearing a gown shaped like a pastry.
Horrified looks from everyone in the room, but I'm only looking at you.
My mother accused me of losing my mind, but I swore I was fine.
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home.
All you are is mean, and a liar. And pathetic. And alone in life. And mean, and mean, and mean.
I don't know what to say since the twist of fate when it all broke down.
Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room. Memorize what it sounded like, when your dad gets home. Remember the footsteps, remember the words said, and all your little brother's favorite songs. I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone. So here I am in my new apartment In a big city, they just dropped me off. It's so much colder than I thought it would be, so I tuck myself in and turn my night light on.
I'm wonderstruck, dancing round all alone.
Now go stand in the corner, and think about what you did.
If only you had seen what you know now then. Wasn't it easier in your firefly catching days? And everything out of reach, someone bigger brought down to you. Wasn't it beautiful? Running wild until you fell asleep? Before the monsters caught up to you?
You'll have new Septembers.
Somethings gone terribly wrong.
You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?
I do recall now, the smell of the rain fresh off the pavement. I ran off the plane. That July 9th, the beat of your heart.
I'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes.
So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep. And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe. And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are, hope it's nice where you are. And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day, and something reminds you, you wish you had stayed. You can plan for a change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you changing your mind.
I said remember this moment, in the back of my mind.
Hold on, to spinning around. Confetti falls to the ground. May these memories break our fall.
Will you take a moment? And promise me this. That you'll stand by me forever.
People throw rocks at things that shine.
Now I'm pacing down the hall, chasing down your street.
Just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay.
Got a history of stories ended sadly.
Little miss sunshine always thinks it's gonna rain.
And all the bad boys would be good boys, if they only had a chance to love her.
You won't believe half the things I see inside my head.
Power went to my head, and I couldn't stop. Ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off.
You will take the long way down.
And it's delicate, but I will do my best to seem bulletproof.
Down the block there's an antique shop, and something in my head said stop, so I walked in. On the counter was a cardboard box, and the sign said photos 25 cents each. Black and white saw a 30s bride and two lovers laughing on the porch of their first house. The kind of love that you only find once in a lifetime, the kind you don't put down. And that's when I called you, and it's so hard to explain, but in those photos, I saw us instead.
maybe ❛ this knife is laced with venom, any sudden movements and you’re dead. ❜ for like an angsty mc scenario 👀
//hi, hello, here's one order of vague angst! not as angsty as it could be, but I'm happy with it! Sending hugs, Death!!
Small TW: one use of "shit", mention of blood, mc passing out or maybe dying.
It stung. It stung so bad that the ache accompanying it had nearly faded into a dull pulse. A large, bulky form leans over you as your vision swims, two hands reaching down to gently tug at your blood-soaked shirt and another pair to keep you steady. "They've been stabbed." A voice declares and you recognize it as Galeon's.
"Was it the gushing blood that gave it away or the festering wound?" Another voice snips in reply. You think it's Hollond, who no doubt lingers over their lover's shoulders. A second figure leans over you, blocking out the blinding sunlight that slips between the leaves of the giant trees. They are equally large, and each movement is accompanied by the sound of clanking.
"It's venom. They've been poisoned." A third voice mutters softly. Finlay. The blurry form of Galeon's arm glows warmly and you feel light. "This knife is laced with poison, any sudden movements and you're dead." Finlay reiterates, leaning close enough to whisper in your ear. Dead? Shit, you don't want to die!
As if anticipating your anxiety, the knight's large hands settle down on your chest, forcing you to remain laying down and replacing Galeon's firm grip. You want to look around, to see if anyone is worried -- but your head is grasped. Soft hands, long nails, and the faint smell of honey. Greta. Wait... where's Lesilfae?
You aren't able to hear him amongst the quiet, rapid chatter of your nearby friends, though you have to suppose he's here. He's never too far away.
"Just stay still, hon," Greta says, thumbs sliding gently across your skin. "Gale's got ya, just focus on me, okay?" You try. You try so hard to keep your swimming vision on her as she also proceeds to lean over you. Her round face, obsidian-colored eyes, and glowing pink skin take up all of your vision. She's smiling, something tense and a little sad. She hushes you gently as you feel your grasp on reality fade. In and out, in and out, in and... out.
it’s so easy with him like this. the two of you cuddled up on your couch. a black and white film playing lowly in the background. your attention occupied by him though. the feeling of his lips on you neck. sucking and biting at all your sensitive spots. lips tickling that sensitive spot behind your ear. leaving you a needy mess. want pooling between your thighs.
it doenst take long before you’re bare on top him. perched on his lap. his fingers tucked between your thighs. a thick finger nestled between your lips. thumb pressed to your clit rubbing the needy bud in slow tight circles. keeping you right where he wants you.
he reacts to every little gasp and moan falling from your lips. his other arm wrapped around your waist holding you in place as you squirm. cunt leaking all over his fingers allowing him to slide another in. giving you with that pleasurable stretch that can only come from his much thicker digits parting you open.
dexterous fingers angled just right, hitting that sweet spot. causing you to cry out his name. tears pooling in your water line. he doesn’t stop. he lets you take and take. until your trembling. fighting around him. that hot white pleasure spreads through you. he doesn’t stop until you beg him to.
until your thighs are shaking and your lips are trembling. pulling out slick covered fingers he presses them to his lips. tasting you. and then rewards you with a kiss to your forehead.
