#rieta (funamusea)

[sweetgirl90-mily]

NOPE, NO ME DETENDRÉ

[sweetgirl90-mily]

Rieta x Igls Unth [Traditional]

LA OTP DE WAIFUS, SÍ.

Este sí es de hace poco <3

[angelickyuubi]

Getting ready

[kandyrezi]

Say, how would Ivlin, Rieta, and f!Kcalb react to realizing that their darling was checking out their ass when they bent down to pick something up?

(a/n: there's not enough love for okegom girls, so i'm always up to the task to rectify that. <3 i changed the prompt just a tad. warning for suggestive themes, but not much else.)

⌜ivlin.⌟

ivlin is no stranger to being ogled at. she doesn't much like being looked in such lewd manner by just anyone, but she will gladly indulge her darling if she knows she's already 'distracting' them enough.

during one of such instances, when she's leaning over the desk and pointing out things to you on a map she has laid out in front of you, but you're too focused on the v-shaped neckline of her military dress, exposing some of her cleavage. all her words just go into one ear and out of the other.

except for one sentence.

"did you hear what i just said?"

suffice to say, no.

her gaze is quite intense. "and why is that?"

she doesn't need to ask, because she's already well-aware. ivlin just wants to make you squirm, as she revels in the bit of control she has over you.

and so, when she notices you gawking, she'll start giving you more for show later on; making sure you feel her chest pressed against your back when she wraps her arms around you to hug you from behind, or wearing short skin-tight skirts, with similar low-cut tops - just to punish you later on in her chambers for looking at her inappropriately when you were supposed to be working.

⌜rieta.⌟

you were doing some rearrangements in the library located in the flame devil's mansion. you were a bit of a klutz, honestly, no wonder the books and manuscripts kept falling out of your hands.

rieta even scolded you, "you should be more careful with these. lady ivlin would be displeased at your careless handling of them."

"i know, i know, i'm just in a rush to get this job over and done with..." you sighed.

"be more slow and meticulous with them then. i'll help you out if you want me to."

smiling in gratitude, you went to pick up some of the books that had fallen down. you noticed rieta had as well. her back was turned towards you, as she looked through your stacked paperbacks and bent to pick them up. her maroon pants and a long skirt over them didn't hinder you from looking at her ass.

you kept working and continuing on where you left off, stacking everything in alphabetical order - when rieta was facing away from you, you took the chances to glance at her.

"i know you keep staring at me." she said, snapping you out of your trance, and looking at you with a certain 'knowing' gaze.

"hah, yeah... i just can't help it." you replied, no use in denying it when she caught on to you being unsubtle. she raised an eyebrow at you.

"yes, and particularly at my… rear end."

you smiled. "it is a very nice rear."

"you really are shameless." rieta said teasingly. you guess being a klutz had some mild advantages, at least.

⌜fem!kcalb.⌟

kcalb noticed her sister had unknowingly dropped her writing quill when transferring her paperwork. it'd be polite of her to take it and bring it back to her, and she carefully bent down to the floor to pick it up - unfortunately, her skirt had gotten stuck on the edge of the doorframe, and of course, you were walking behind her... and did you ever gain an eyeful of her lacy, black underwear clinging to her skin.

where she lacked in the chest department made up for her nice rear end. when you realized how intently you were staring, you looked away, blushing and beyond mortified at how disrespectful you were being. unlike someone like grora, you had some decency around here—

"...where were you staring at just now?"

you quaked. "n... nowhere, h-honestly, miss kcalb...!"

"really?"

"i, um..."

it was silent, being completely unable to come up with something coherent without being a liar.

she glared at you.

"...idiot. don't let me catch you doing it again."

she turned around and sauntered away from you without another word. your heart nearly leaped out of your chest, and you were sure your cheeks were still tinted red.

[kandyrezi]

The other one:

How'd Rieta handle realizing she's yandere for Ivlis's SO? Especially if she's stays as devoted to Ivlis as she was before.

now, the devils are by default possessive as all hell, no pun intended, but there are, also, always some exceptions whom they'd be willing to share a darling with. for ivlis, rieta is perhaps the only one who's allowed to catch feelings for them at all.

knowing darling is already claimed by lord ivlis, rieta would not let them know how she feels - she has no intention of coming in-between the two of them, her devotion remains unquestionable and she respects him too much to do anything that might be unwarranted. rieta is cold (not necessarily rude, just impassively neutral and following orders as required) and taciturn at first upon first few meetings together, but would eventually give in to the obsessive feelings, under the guise she's just fulfilling what lord ivlis asks of her to do.

she starts off as a platonic yandere - mostly because she thinks anything beyond platonic possessiveness towards you would be improper - but that would not last, it would eventually evolve into the territory of more romantic feelings at some point. (o´∀`o)

(it’s going to take some time for ivlis to notice anything... the man’s completely clueless when it comes to some things but not others...)

[kandyrezi]

*Ahem* May I request scenarios yandere demons from Ivlis’s world being possessive of their darling?

scenario: yandere! flame demons being possessive over their darling.

(tw: suggestive themes, mild blood)

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⌜ivlis.⌟

If he was at his breaking point before, now he really snapped when he saw the object of his infatuation after a long absence, yet the outward appearance has his blood boiling. Hickeys and bruises adorned your neck as the loose sweater slipped past your shoulder, exposing your collarbones and even more mysterious (not likely) marks. His hair burned a dangerous mix of red and amber, anger so blazing it could threaten to turn anyone to dust if he so desired.

“Where… the hell— what have you been doing?!”

He didn’t have the right to even ask when you weren’t a possession to own— not before he was about to make you into one, evidently when he shoved you down and your back met the plush mattress of his chambers as you yelped from the amount of force he was using, trapping you right where you couldn’t escape.

“You are mine! Only mine! No one else can touch you!”

The edges of his claws were sharp against the juncture of your throat. He wanted to scratch out the marks and leave his own imprints in place of them - there was little restraint in him left with nothing stopping him from ripping off the fabric covering the rest of your body and doing whatever he wanted to you.

⌜rieta.⌟

You may be strong physically, but Rieta is stronger - as a result, feels a surge of protectiveness over you; a precious gem to hold closely tucked away lest someone take it away by force.

In the eyes of some, you might be seen as tainted with the stained black halo and charcoal, scarred wings—but to her, you are perfection. A gem even with cracks and blemishes was still beautiful on its surface.

She places a kiss on your neck and all of her is so warm against your body. Her obsidian-like claws are large and could easily entrap you within their cage. Rieta’s hold on you is stronger and almost proprietorial, like you’d disappear if she let go. Huddled together in her room on the soft cushions of her bed and away from the prying eyes of other flame demons.

“You don’t have to worry... I shall never leave your side.”

Her words and touches were surely a telltale sign she intended to show she would keep her promise right here in her chambers as you allow yourself to be pushed down beneath her, both knees pressed snugly against your hips, her gaze filled with desire and wanting not going unnoticed.

⌜poemi.⌟

You were trying to shake the flame devil’s daughter off of your tail. She seemed to follow wherever you went. You don’t know why she was so eager for your attention, maybe Ivlis wasn’t giving her enough of it so she sought it elsewhere from someone else? And you just so happened to be the unfortunate victim and with more troubles around the Flame Underworld to deal with than before.

In amid of your venture to try to find a quiet corner to just relax a bit from your assigned duties and that relentless, hopeless pursuer of yours, you don’t concentrate on your surroundings— the feeling of sharp spikes clamping down on your ankle like that of a venus flytrap, the jolting pain causes you to fall down with a pained shriek.

Gritting your teeth as you search for the source of it, finding your leg caught in makeshift bear trap, immobilising your ability to move as blood seeps around the punctured area.

“You stupid buffoon...” you hear a familiar, girlish voice approaching you from above of where you lay, “I’m adorable, how can you not pay attention to me?” she asks, innocently tilting her head to the side as if she hadn’t just orchestrated nearly having your foot cut off.

“Don’t you dare try run away from Poemi again, okay, silly thing?”

⌜licorice.⌟

“I’m telling you this because you’re my best friend, okay?”

His hatred is child-like more than anything; explosive, ardent, and difficult to come down from. He’s passive thorough ramblings of your love troubles, arms crossed in dismissive stance and expression passive from mild annoyance. When you approached him initially, his heart had soared at the warmth of being referred to as such a close term of endearment - he could have gotten lost in your sparkling eyes any other time, but now, now - he can’t hold himself back, when with a step forward into your personal space does he snap—

“Why can’t you realize it already?”

Jealousy is an ugly emotion, he was once told, but what was he to do with this knowledge when he didn’t know how to rid himself of it, instead he continues to spew venomous words, “I don’t want to hear you going on about that person. I...” (‘I can care for and love you! Why can’t you see it?’)

Your joyful expression disappears and you look embarrassed then - and Licorice at that moment despises his inability to keep down parts of himself that did not ever need to be brought to surface.

“Oh—!” Eyes widening momentarily, you must realize you’ve been rambling on and on about your silly crush, you never realized he might not actually care, “I’m, u–uh, sorry, I’ll… I should stop bothering you and leave you alone then... excuse me–” you take a step back from him to leave, but in a moment of panic and realization does he grab ahold of your wrist— shocked at his own sudden actions, he slowly lets go when you look at him again (what he’d do just to keep your eyes only on him, not anyone else–).

“No, I didn’t mean it like… I… I don’t want you to leave.”

You’re momentarily confused, but then roll your eyes at the temperamental demon. “Don’t want this, don’t want that. Make up your mind on what you want then, Licorice.”

(‘What do they have that I don’t? Look at me, only me! Me!’)

Words fail him and he can’t bring himself to say it. But... then he would have to make up for it in the form of actions at some point before it would be too late with someone else taking you away from him.

...The empty, below ground cell inside the castle will work fine for that, he thinks.

⌜emalf.⌟

Emalf knew of this otherworldly demon who wouldn’t stop hassling you. It was a mistake visiting the Pitch Black devil’s world - now one of the locals at the bar wouldn’t back off no matter how many times you wouldn’t respond to his advantages. He seemed weak enough that Emalf could probably (nah, definitely, without effin’ doubt) knife him to send a friendly message. You were only his and he would set a reminder of it.

The back alley was dark and blocked off by some dustbins and broken two-wheeled vehicle parts. When trying to get ‘im off your trail didn’t work out when you tried to lose him in the alley, Emalf had taken it upon himself to finish off the job, no longer content with holding back on his jealousy and anger of seeing some stooge hanging off of you like a leech.

On the other end, you hear a pained yell, then a resounding thud a few seconds after, like a sack of meat falling over onto hard ground. It's not too off from the truth when you turn around to see your annoying pursuer there, except now he's...

...huh?

The corpse (or was he just unconscious?) lay face-down on cold concrete, clothes stained with red, a long, deep cut on his waist leading most likely to his abdomen. Your head snaps up at the voice, the casting shadows of the two buildings make it hard to see what’s ahead of you, but you recognize the voice almost immediately.

“Babe, you know I’d do anythin’ for ya, right? If you'd wanted me to kill that guy so bad, you only had to say the word.”

He grins wide, showing dagger-sharp teeth.

"No worries now... I think he got the message after this, yeah?"

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(a/n: decided to add in licorice at the last minute since he TECHNICALLY is also a flame world demon, but vendetto doesn't get a place here until he gets his ass back home.)

[fan-amusea]

Could I request art of Ivlis and Rieta kissing?

Shmooch

-Mod Ivlis