Honestly I Think Id Force Myself To Work Up The Courage Especially With How Shitty Healthcare Is!

imagine leaving lipstick marks on lucifer

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imagine harmlessly kissing his cheek before he heads out to a meeting. you pull back and laugh to yourself. lucifer looks at you dreamily but when your giggles don’t cease he gets nervous

“what? do i have something on my face?”

“yes, actually.” you sigh out a final bubble of laughter, scanning your vanity for a wipe to clean his cheek

lucifer’s breathe hitched when he peeped in the mirror. whipping around, he snatches your hands thus stopping your hunt. his eyes are wild, he’s literally bouncing with excitement

“gimme more,” he breathes

“luci, you were supposed to leave already!”

“please? pretty please with a cherry on top? one more and-and i’ll go. yeah, just one more.” he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than you

“you, lucifer, the king of hell,” you stepped closer and closer until he stumbled back into your vanity. he completely forgot he was holding onto you. “are gonna go to a meeting covered in lipstick?”

lucifer whined, a heavy blush erupting across his face. his fingers tightened and he swallowed thickly on nothing

“covered?” he peeped

“oh you poor thing,” you hummed, “you can’t think about anything else, can you?”

you slid your leg between his and felt the answer. with a moan, lucifer’s head dropped back but you were quick to catch and cradle it. his hat fell and rolled off the vanity onto the floor. nosing his exposed neck had him trembling in anticipation

“please?” he slurred

“this isn’t responsible, ducky.” you replied, pulling his bow tie loose and adding it to the ground’s collection

“no,” lucifer agreed breathlessly

he pathetically gripped your shirt, trying desperately not to grind against your leg

“but it’s what you want?”

you were already unbuttoning his shirt with one, adept hand

“yes.”

even though lucifer knew it was coming, his body jolted when you kissed his neck. he was always so sensitive, so responsive, so good

you gifted him loving bruises that would later peak out of his collar, and in return he sang for you. his moans and whimpers were your favorite to hear and he never failed to give you what you wanted. lucifer couldn’t stop himself from rutting against your leg as you painted him in a shade that was undeniably you

after successfully transferring the lipstick onto lucifer, you retreated. gods did he whine when you did. you pulled his hair to force his gaze towards the mirror

“look how pretty you are,” you purred in his ear, gently planting a kiss there too

out of the corner of his eye, lucifer could see the collar you gave him. it damn near drove him over the edge. his dick was painfully hard, it was a miracle he didn’t cream his pants

“gonna go to that meeting?” you teased sweetly

lucifer shook his head like you’d asked something ludicrous, “nuh-uh.”

“good,” turning his head back to you, you presented the tube of lipstick, “i wanna get messy.”

“undercity’s gonna eat you alive”

🤭

I’M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

just want a big man to do this to

TURNING THE STUFFIES AWAY LMAOOOOO

this is based on the artwork of rhaenicent by tcn_tancha on x. please see the replies for the link!

Kaiju No.8 Scenarios: How They React to Fem! S/o Overheating During Combat

Featuring: Soshiro Hoshina and Gen Narumi

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Soshiro Hoshina

Even if he was the Vice Captain of Third Division he knew he couldn’t make every miracle come true. He knew someone would be hurt as soon as he arrived to location that called for backup, the location where your group had found unarmed civilians in the middle of a Kaiju attack. He knew you would do something reckless but he wasn’t expecting this, you’d exceeded your suit’s limit, your combat power was still active despite the restrictions being forced back onto your suit.

“Okonogi, status report! I’m two blocks out from (Y/n)’s last pinned location.”, Soshiro yelled into the comm line.

The eerie silence that followed left him feeling much more anxious than before, “Surveillance drones have located her group, honju threat has been neutralized but (y/n)’s suit isn’t cooling down! She’s overheating, body temperature is rising and she’s not listening to my orders to release her combat power.”

Soshiro could feel his blood running cold, it’s been over thirty minutes since you called in to release your combat power restrictions, if you’ve been like this for well over the ten minute limit than you were closer to the brink of death than those actively fighting kaijus. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and sped up his pace, bounding over buildings and rooftops to get to you as fast as he could. He noticed your group from afar, your two cadets slowly moving towards you with their hands raised while you had your sword pointed directly at them. You were hallucinating from the pain and fever, you panted desperately for breath but your lungs couldn’t hold anything. Everything was a blur, every sound set you off, and it hurt. It all hurts so much you can’t bare it, blood is spilling from your tearducts from the fever and blood is slowly beginning to creep up your throat.

“(Y/n)!”, A voice shouted to you, managing to make it into your swirling train of thoughts.

The blurry image of someone with dark violet hair coming in from the sky was enough to gain your attention. Izumo quickly grabbed hold of your blade and twisted your wrist forcing you to let go just as Soshiro landed a few feet away from you.

“(Y/n), it’s me. You recognize my voice don’t you?”, Soshiro’s voice was soft, he wanted to scold you but he could tell you weren’t in your right mind, “Honey I need you to let go, you’re not in danger anymore. You saved everyone here, I need you to just relax, can you do that for me?”

Soshiro wasn’t sure if anything he was saying was getting through to you but the fever had taken its toll on you forcing you to faint. He noticed the way your eyes rolled back before you started to collapse, he caught you in his arms and yelled for medics to get to his location immediately. He didn’t care about the two cadets or about the civilians, you were hurt! You were bleeding and your body was practically cooking itself from the inside out!

“Don’t you dare die on me, not like this. You better not leave me or I’ll hate myself.”, he mumbled against your deaf ear.

Soshiro refused to give you up to anyone until medics had arrived to save you, your fever was catastrophically high so you had to be flown to the closest emergency hospital in order to be treated. Soshiro wasn’t happy, not in the slightest, his eyes were open and showed nothing but rage and fear. He vented all of his frustration out on the remaining yoju in the vicinity and raced to the hospital as soon as he felt a bit more relaxed and level headed. Thankfully you were saved just in time, your fever wasn’t to high that it couldn’t be controlled, the doctors administered IV fluids into your body and kept your room colder than most to help reduce your bodyheat. You were also placed on an oxygen concentrator to try and aide your lungs that suffered the most during your overheat. Thanks to the aggressive treatment you were saved, a week later you were returned to the base fresh and healthy again thanks to the work of the doctors but your Lover refused to ler you go back out on missions.

“Oh come on Hiro, at least let me go out and fight some small size yonju.”, you whined to him watching him suit up for a mission.

He turned to look at you with his cheeky little smile and slowly stalked towards you, “What did the doctors say?”, he hummed playfully, opening his eyes so you could see the murderous glint in them.

You sighed in defeat and returned to your paperwork, “No extreme physical activity for at least two weeks.”

Soshiro laughed at your pouty expression and leaned in to steal a kiss from your plump lips, “That’s right sweetheart, and as your wonderful boyfriend I’ll ensure that restriction gets followed and I’ll add on an extra week for you insubordination.”

“Soshiro!”, you whined, he couldn’t help the playful laugh that spilled from his chest your reaction was just to funny.

“Don’t miss me to much, I love you, see you soon.”, Soshiro waved goodbye as he bolted out the room.

“At least give me a goodbye kiss!”, he could hear you whine from the office, well maybe a few heated kisses wouldn’t hurt. He still technically had about ten minutes before departure. Yeah maybe a few kisses was okay, for good luck.

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Gen Narumi

Never did he think a competition would meeting you to this, you were drenched in kaiju blood and your eyes were black voids compared to the normal glistening gems he always enjoyed staring into. Your combat power had been rising exponentially during this fight against a hydra type kaiju, stubborn thing wouldn’t die and it’s regeneration rate was a nuisance. The more you cut, the more grew, until eventually it was to much but your mind and body were power hungry and nothing would calm you down.

“(L/n) stand down now, that’s an order from your captain!”, Gen yelled at you over the comms but you didn’t even react.

One of the heads lunged at you which drew a wicked smile across your face. You were a blades specialist just like Hoshina and you thrived on the thrill of close combat fights.

“Captain Narumi, (Y/n)’s CP has stopped at 87%. She’s overexerting herself and her timer is about to go off, she’ll be a sitting duck if we don’t do something soon.”, Hasegawa explained firing his machine guns along the neck of the beast.

For the moment it was enough to force you to back away but your eyes darted along the body of the kaiju as if looking for something. Gen clicked his tongue in annoyance noticing what you were doing, “She’s looking for the core.”, he growled, “(Y/n) I said stand down! Back away and get to the medics right now!”

Gen loved you to bits, he really did, you were his equal in every sense of the word but he could never surpass you in stubbornness. He watched you charge at the kaiju with little emotion on your face, your blades elongated against your back and you smiled with a sense of freedom despite the blood spilling from your nose. Every fiber of your being burned but your mind was clear, you could do this.

“Reaching critical, cancellation of combat power release commencing. Seek medical attention immediately, organ failure eminent.”

Your suit’s functions played across the comm lines but even so you didn’t back down, “Just a bit more! A bit more!”, you purred, spitting up blood.

“Hasegawa get ready to catch (Y/n), I’m slamming my bayonet into her and sending her flying your way. She won’t stop until she’s dead.”, Gen hissed, firing several shots at various parts of the hydra kaiju to protect you.

“Understood, I’ll provide you cover fire until you can get to her.”

Gen leapt off of the building he’d been watching from and raced down to catch you before your body shut down on you. That’s when he noticed it, your combat power had just barely reached 90% as you drove your swords along the underbelly of the creature, emerging on the other side of the beast with its impaled core perched on your blade. The kaiju imploded, spraying guts and material everywhere, Gen landed just behind a car which kept him safe from the carnage. He quickly rushed out to get you, “(Y/n)! (Y/n)!”, he shouted, scanning the area for you.

“Gen?”, a weak voice called out to him.

Atop a pile of concrete slabs you sat like a tired child, you looked pale and dazed. Gen rushed to your side allowing you to lean against his chest for support, “Don’t close your eyes Doll. Look at me, we’re gonna get you to a medic and everything’s gonna be okay. (Y/n) do you hear me?”

“M’tired.”, you sigh.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass. Listen to me and don’t knock out, c’mon talk to me. Rub it in my face that you won our bet.”, Gen yells, had it been anyone else he would’ve just sounded mean but you could hear the desperation in his voice.

“Hee loser.”, you laughed finally letting your eyes fall shut.

Oh you were so going to get it now! Gen rushed you to medics himself just to make sure you survived this. No one dared to stop him and even once medics had you in the healing pod it wasn’t enough to douse his worry. Gen never had people that his heart latched on to, he didn’t remember his parents, he didn’t remember anyone from the orphanage, all he had was you.

“Please…(Y/n) baby, please make it out of this.”, Gen begged softly, resting his forehead against the glass of your pod.

A few days passed before any word of you managed to reach his ears, someone informed him you were awake and he rushed to see you as soon as he returned from his mission. He almost slipped skidded towards the door, he was happy to open the med bay only to see your pod empty. “What the hell?”, he huffed, Gen quickly pulled out his phone and called you hoping to hear a response.

“Hello?”

“(Y/n) where are you? The doc’s said you were awake but you’re not here!”

Your laugh echoed over the call, “I’m in your office playing video games, Hasegawa grounded me from mission for a week so I’m here beating your levels in Monster Hunter!”

“I will kill you if you die and lose my progress.”, Gen growled, his eyes glowing with rage towards your betrayal.

“Oh no I’m losing, if only a bratty egomaniac could save me.”, you faked a whine only to hear the rushing steps of your lover on the line.

You were in for an earful but at least you could spend some actual quality time with him. You did win the bet afterall.

It is not lost on me that Charlie and Vaggie were initially not doing great against Adam and Lute...and then proved Carmilla was so fucking right.

Vaggie is absolutely FUCKED here. She's been in this position before, with Lute looming over her spitting vitriolic judgment, Vaggie's blood on the ground. Back then, she couldn't stop Lute from taking away her wings, her eye, her home, and her purpose. But now? She has more than that; she has love, because she has Charlie.

When Lute threatens Charlie, everything changes. Vaggie fucks her up immediately...and shows "mercy" knowing that being forced to live with part of herself gone (her arm was CRUSHED, no way was she getting it back), the shame of defeat, and the knowledge that someone she's been looking down on so completely is responsible for it all is a fate MUCH worse than death for Lute.

And Charlie? Charlie's insanely powerful but has no clue how to use her power to its full potential because she's never had a reason or desire to fight until now. Even when she's being strangled, when she's pissed-off and vengeful, she can't really tap into that power. But then Adam comes at her dad and is about to catch him off-guard.

He's about to hurt—possibly kill—her dad, who she's finally building a good relationship with; her dad, who just showed up to protect her despite the risk of politically turning this battle from an act of defiance by a willful princess to an act of full-on rebellion by the King of Hell himself. She reacts on instinct to protect her father and stops a hit that destroyed Alastor's shield. And she does it effortlessly.

Carmilla was right. For these ladies, at least, the need to protect someone they love, no matter what kind of love it is, is exactly what rallies them to come at enemies who were just kicking their asses and absolutely dominate.

Them again. What can I say? They're so memeable it hurts 😂

"Don't forget you're in my house, bitch!"

"Welcome to hell, bitch!"