#I don't think I want them to go /dark/ to do it - as much as I love the trope of like... LI pulling their S/O out of a Feral Haze

[yogirl-willow]

The Crimson Pact | Part 3

Characterizations | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

SoulBond!AU

Pairings: Yandere!Saja Boys x F!Reader

Synopsis: You were never supposed to remember them.

Four hundred years ago, a pact was made—a blood-soaked bond tying five demons to one human soul: yours.

They’ve waited lifetimes for your reincarnation, cursed with obsession, tethered by fate.

And now that you’ve returned?

They’ll burn the world before they let you go again.

Warnings: Soul bond with the Saja Boys, Yandere themes!, obsessive behavior / possessiveness, romantic psychological tension, mentions of implied past death / reincarnation, intense emotional fixation, yearning, dark romance, comfort and control, hurt/comfort (if you squint)

A/N: Reading all your comments and reblogs always makes me smile! This part is a bit longer than the rest. I wanted to focus on building her trust and relationship with the boys, so there will be much more interactions and intimacy than the previous parts. I hope you all enjoy!

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The Saja boys are all demons.

They are wrath and ruin. Jealousy and death.

And yet, before her, they kneel.

Because she is the Heart. Because her soul is what keeps them from unraveling into true monsters. Because they were bound by her love and her curse.

They don’t just crave her—they depend on her. Without her presence, their minds deteriorate. Their bodies decay. Their hunger becomes unbearable.

Only Y/N’s touch tames the demon inside.

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Part 3:

If You Stay

You don’t remember falling asleep. But you remember waking up.

The guest room is dim, wrapped in soft shadows, the silk sheets pulled up to your chin. The faint scent of rain and cedar lingers in the air—Jinu, you think distantly. It clings to your skin like a memory. One you shouldn’t have.

You must’ve fallen asleep after your talk with the boys in the afternoon. You’d admit, that did take a toll on you, and you were still feeling quite unwell from yesterday’s events. Hangovers don't just go away in a few hours. One of the boys must’ve carried you in here.

You sit up slowly. Your headache from earlier is gone. But something inside still hums. A weight behind your ribs. A tugging sensation that pulses faintly… toward them.

You still had too many questions you needed answers to. They said they were demons, so why are they here? They didn’t look like demons. They were sinfully beautiful, so you assume that definitely plays a part in it. Why did they sell their souls to Gwi Ma? Who was this Gwi Ma? Who were you to each of them in your past life? Just how many past lives have you had exactly? 

And most importantly, if they were demons hundreds of years old, why in the flying fuck are they in a K-pop idol group?

There’s a knock at the door, ceasing your thoughts. You freeze. But it doesn’t open.

“Y/N?” It’s Romance’s voice, low and careful. “Dinner’s ready. If you’re hungry.”

You don’t answer right away.

Not because you don’t want to. But because you’re afraid of what it means that you do. Still—you follow the sound.

The dining room is too elegant for six people. The table could seat twelve, But only one side is set—six seats arranged close together. The lighting is warm, soft. As if they’d planned for comfort. For your nerves.

The boys are already seated. But they all rise the moment they see you. Romance is the first to move, pulling out your chair with a slow, exaggerated flourish. “Right here, angel.”

You meet his eyes and you feel the pull again. He’s looking at you with the most tender expression. Like you’re the most precious thing in the world to him. 

And you were.

Plates are filled before you can ask. Abby gently sets a bowl of soup in front of you—your favorite kind. You don’t remember telling them that. You’re not even sure you remember liking it until the smell hits you. Baby places a glass of water before you and you suck in a nervous breath as you feel a light kiss on the crown of your head. 

You’d never been treated like this before. Cherished. Not even by your own family. It was so foreign, you doubted it could be real. 

But as you gazed at each and every one of them, you could see it in their faces. The quiet relief. The tenderness. Their want to do these things for you. It was a feeling you had to get used to.

You didn’t touch the food right away. You just stared down at the dark wooden table, the linen napkin folded too neatly on your lap, and the spoon resting next to a bowl that smelled like home. If home had five soul-bound demons who watched you breathe.

Jinu watches carefully from across the table. He hasn’t touched his food.

“Eat,” he says quietly. “You’ll need your strength.”

You hesitate.

Romance spoke next. “If you’re waiting for poison, don’t worry. We only do that to each other.”

A faint smile tugged at your lips. It was too much. All of it. You took a small sip. And then another. And the warmth spread to places in you that hadn’t been warm in months. You sighed, strangely feeling so much more at ease.

Romance leans closer. His voice is honey and hooks. “You’re still not feeling well during the day, right?”

You nod. Slowly. 

“That’s the bond,” Jinu says. “It’s active. But unstable.”

“The further you are from us,” Abby adds, “the worse it’ll get.”

“I’ve been alone for years,” you mutter, fingers tightening around your spoon. “I’ll be fine.”

“No,” Baby says from the end of the table. Quiet. Sharp. “You won’t.” You flinch at his tone. But it doesn’t feel cruel—just true.

There’s a beat of silence.

Then Romance sets his fork down and places his chin in his palm, eyes glittering in the candlelight. “You’re not a prisoner, you know.”

Your brow furrows.

He smiles. “We’re not keeping you here. But…we did have this place built for you.”

Your eyes snapped to him. "What do you mean you had it built for me?"

Romance’s smile was soft. Too soft. "Darling, this whole place was bought and designed for you. For when we found you. We just live in it."

You blink.

Had they been waiting for you that long? You hadn’t really thought about it before. The logistics of their story hadn’t fully registered. 

“You’d have your own space,” Jinu says softly, ever the diplomat. “A guest room. With a lock, if that makes you feel safer.”

Abby immediately frowns. “Why can’t she just stay in her room-room?” he grumbles, arms crossed. “It’s closer to mine.”

Your brows knit together. “Wait. My room?”

Romance’s smile is slow and feline, like he’s been waiting for that moment. “Of course. We had it ready since… well. A while.”

You blink. That didn’t answer your question.

Jinu doesn’t flinch. “Because that room doesn’t have a lock.”

Abby scowls, muttering something under his breath. Romance hums beside you. “Wouldn’t want one anyway.”

You whirl on him. “What was that?”

He holds up both hands in mock surrender, grinning like the devil. “Just saying. But okay, okay—guest room with a lock. For now.”

There’s a silence. Then Mystery murmurs almost too quietly: “…We’d break it if we had to.”

Your stomach twists. They’re joking. You hope they’re joking.

“You wouldn’t be alone,” Mystery pipes again. He’s seated closest to you, his plate untouched. His eyes never leave your hands. He wanted to grasp them. Feel your warmth. Feel your hands massage his hair just as you used to in your past life. He swallowed.

You press your lips together. It’s not that you don’t believe them. It’s that you do. And that terrifies you.

Romance watches the doubt dance across your face. He leans forward, just enough that you’re forced to look at him.

“You don’t have to say yes forever,” he says, voice low and intimate. “Just… stay. For now. Let your body heal. Let the bond stabilize. You don’t even have to talk to us. We’ll keep our distance if that’s what you want.”

At least that’s what she’ll think. Romance thinks to himself. With these guys? Yeah right.

You don’t speak. His voice softens. “You’ve been carrying this alone for so long, haven’t you? You’re getting sick. Dizzy. Faint.”

Your throat tightens.

“You’re tired. You’re having headaches. And we’re the only ones who can ease it. You feel that. So why are you still punishing yourself?”

You try to deny it. To push the tears back. But his words hit something raw. And real.

“I’m not trying to punish myself,” you whisper. “I just… I didn’t ask for this.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “But that doesn’t mean we’ll let you suffer for it.”

"You’ll be safe," Abby added gruffly. "No one touches you here. No one even gets close."

The silence that follows is thick. Your breathing is shallow. Their words registering. Was it really so bad? Letting them care for you? Being here with them. Having them treat you like you’ve never been treated before? 

Why were you still fighting it? There was so much you didn’t know, but as of this moment, you did know one thing. That they loved you in your past life. And love you still. Did that count? They yearn for you, and have been for lifetimes. And you knew deep in your heart you were starting to feel the same. Was that really so bad? 

To let them in? 

They were strangers, but they weren’t. They claim to be yours, so why do you keep questioning it? 

Then, slowly—almost in spite of yourself—you nod. “Just… a little while,” you say. “Until I feel better.”

You don’t see the look they share. The way Jinu’s shoulders finally lower. The flicker of possessive triumph behind Romance’s lashes. Or the way Mystery exhales like he’s been holding his breath since the moment you left him last.

You don’t see any of it. But you feel it. The shift. The settling. Something ancient and invisible clicks into place behind your ribs. And you don’t fight it anymore.

The bond sighs.

They insist on collecting your things that night. “We’ll go,” Abby says immediately. “You stay. Rest.”

“No, I—” You start, but Jinu raises a hand. “You’re still weak. If the bond flares while you’re alone, it could be dangerous. Let us.”

You glance between them—five men who could tear the world apart for you—and for once, it feels less like a threat and more like a promise.

“…Okay,” you say quietly. “Just—don’t touch my underwear drawer.”

Romance smirks. “No promises.”

“Romance,” Jinu snaps.

Mystery growls.

You sigh. I guess you did need underwear. “Fine. Just… don’t be creepy.”

Abby winks. “We’ll be fast. Promise.”

As they move, as doors open and shoes slip on, you stay behind with Baby, the silent protector watching your every move. But for some reason, it doesn’t scare you now. 

He approaches you, eyes intense and never as wary as the others. Like he’d never be sorry for having you and taking what’s rightfully his. He was silent, but intentional. 

He walks you to your room and you shiver as you feel his large hand on your lower back. He holds the door open for you before briefly muttering a faint “Goodnight, sweetheart” and closing the door shut. And for the first time in weeks… You don’t feel sick.

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You sit on the same dining table for breakfast. Jinu had made you some toast sandwiches. The boys looked chirpy. Looks like someone’s in a good mood…

It was still so surreal to them how you were here- having breakfast with them. The very thought of this domestic life with you, caring for you, providing for you like partners almost made them purr in ecstasy. 

You were still in Jinu’s hoodie despite all your clothes laying in messy duffle bags, sleeves swallowing your hands, hair slightly damp from a quick shower. It took much restraint from Jinu to not pull you in his arms the moment you walked out of your room.

His hoodie looked right on you. Like it had always belonged there—like you had always belonged there. You didn’t realize it, but every thread of that oversized fabric clung to you like a memory, like a claim. It smelled like him, and that alone made something feral claw beneath his skin.

His jaw tightened as you crossed the room, bare legs brushing against soft fabric. You moved so carelessly, so trusting, not realizing you were walking a tightrope over a thousand years of obsession. Of agony. Of aching need.

You didn’t know he used to dream about this. That centuries ago, he’d wake from nightmares of you slipping through his fingers only to whisper your name into the night. He had waited lifetimes to see you like this again.

And now? Now, you were right there—wrapped in his scent, in his clothes, in his world—but still unsure if you belonged.

He smiled softly as you reached for a mug, but his hands twitched at his sides. He wanted to cage you to his chest, press his lips to your neck, and whisper, “This time, I’ll never let you die.”

He would never let you go again.

They were all quiet around you, letting you eat in peace. It should’ve been normal. It wasn’t.

"Are you going to work today?" Mystery asked, tilting his head.

"...Yes?"

"We don’t think you should go," Jinu said plainly.

You nearly choked on your toast. Say what now? "I have bills."

"You could quit," Romance offered. "Stay here. Rest. Sketch. Paint. Sleep."

You looked at him like he’d grown a second head. Sure, the offer sounded nice—dreamy, even. But it was the kind of nice that belonged in fairytales. People didn’t just quit their jobs and live off vibes and good intentions. In this economy?

You waited for the punchline… but it never came. They were all staring at you—completely serious. Like quitting your job was the obvious solution. Like it was the answer to every problem you’d ever had.

"What would I even do? Just exist as your little house pet?"

Mystery looked hopeful. Abby smiled. You sighed. "No way. I’m not freeloading."

"You could be our assistant," Abby grinned. "Take notes. Carry snacks. Pet Mystery when he gets upset."

"Not happening."

They let it go.

But Romance’s eyes gleamed. Like he was already planning a way to make it so. 

After breakfast, you went to your room to change into your work clothes. Stepping out and closing the door firmly, you make your way to the kitchen where Jinu hands you another toast claiming you needed another ‘energy boost’ for the day. You take it in thanks and drown out his last ditch effort to convince you to quit, waving him off with a cute smile that shut him up. You make your way to the entrance and stop in your tracks. Abby, leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with himself for 8:30 in the morning. His sweatshirt hung loose over his frame, hood drawn up, but there was no hiding that build. Or that face. Or the smirk that crept up the moment he saw you in your work clothes.

"Hello there, sweetheart," he drawled.

You froze, mid-bite, a piece of toast tragically dangling from your mouth. "...If this is another attempt to get me to quit my job, you can turn right back around."

Abby grinned like the smug menace he was. “Sadly, no. I’ve accepted your tragic refusal of our generous sugar-demon lifestyle.”

He leaned against the doorframe, hands in his hoodie pocket like this was totally normal. “So instead, I’ll be escorting my darling little starshine to work today.”

You blinked. “I’m sorry—your what now?”

“My darling. Little. Starshine,” he repeated, grinning wider with each word.

You deadpan, a blush of pink rising to your cheeks. “Try that again and I’ll call HR.”

He laughed. “Okay, okay. I’m walking you to work. Orders from the Bond Gods. Or Jinu. Same thing, really.”

“You all really expect me to be escorted to work?”

“Yes,” he says simply. “You’re still weak. The bond’s healing you, but slowly. We won’t let you go alone again. Not when you’re like this.”

You hesitate. He steps closer, but not too close. “Let us keep you safe. Just for today.”

“…Fine,” you mutter.

“And tomorrow…”

“Really?”

“And the day after that…”

“Okay, I get it. Fine. But you have to hide.”

He blinks. “Hide?”

“I’m not walking next to Abby from the Saja boys. I’ll be the talk of the entire district. They’ll probably think I’m kidnapped.”

He snorts. “Technically…”

“Abby.”

“Fine, fine.” He pulls his hood lower. “But I draw the line at hiding my abs.”

You roll your eyes. “Just… be normal. Please.”

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Even in a hoodie and mask, he doesn’t look normal. He looks like a movie star trying not to be recognized—and failing. Your coworkers notice him immediately.

“Y/N…” one of the baristas whispers as you clock in. “Who. Is. That.” 

You pretend not to hear.

Another coworker giggles. “Is he your boyfriend? Oh my god, did you meet him at the club?”

“No!” you say too quickly.

“But he didn’t come inside with us… where did you meet him then?”

You force a laugh. “He’s just a friend. He’s helping me out since I’ve been sick.” 

They seem to buy it—until someone brings up the guy from the other night.

“Hey, what happened to Jae? He said he’d walk you home, but we never heard from him. Did he ghost or something?”

You freeze.

“I, um… ran into someone else before he could. Didn’t see him after that.”

You stare hard at the pastry tray, pretending to adjust the layout. But inside, your stomach twists. What did happen to him?

You’d ask the boys later. …If you wanted the truth. Though, you’re not quite sure if you really do. 

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Your shift drags on longer than usual. Not because of work.

Because of him.

Baby sits at the back corner, hoodie pulled low, sipping a black coffee he hasn’t touched in twenty minutes. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just watches. Your coworkers whisper, asking if he was an idol or something because he looked too handsome to be just a normal customer. You cringed at that.

It hasn’t really registered until now just how insane it was, really. You were now co-living with one of the rising pop-groups in the country. You almost laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. 

You try to focus. But you can feel his eyes. Not just looking—possessing. Guarding. Burning. Everytime you talked to a customer (particularly male) you could feel his eyes harden, glaring holes into whoever it was that talked to you. 

One of them tapped you on the shoulder to get your attention, asking with an “excuse me” if he could get some hot sauce with his order. Baby nearly jumped out of his seat if it weren’t for your warning glare. 

You approach the brooding demon, flipping open your notepad. “You’re not subtle, you know.”

He doesn’t smile. “They shouldn’t look at you.”

Your heart thumps. “It’s a customer’s job to look…and order…and ask...”

“They shouldn’t talk, either. Nor should they ever touch.”

You try not to smile. “You’re terrifying.”

His eyes flick up. Dark. Hungry. “Good.”

You bring him a refill anyway. “Behave.”

He doesn’t.

He waits outside when your shift ends, hands in pockets. Doesn’t say a word as you fall into step beside him. The air between you buzzes. You glance over. “Why do you look like someone kicked your favorite pet?”

He doesn’t answer. You poke him in the side. “Baby.”

His jaw flexes. Fighting his control to pull you in closer as people walked by. “I don’t like them talking to you.”

You sigh. “We’ve been over this. It’s my job.”

“You don’t need it.”

“I do.”

“You have us.”

“That’s not a job.”

“You could quit. Let us take care of you.”

“No.”

He frowns, lips twitching down.

“You’re pouting.”

He looks at you, expression unreadable. You reach out, amused, and gently press his cheek. Something shifts. He grabs your hand—fast but gentle—and kisses your knuckles. 

The world slows.

“You’re mine,” he whispers. “Even if you don’t remember. Even if you never say it.” His eyes hold you in place. Burning. Certain. There’s no hesitation in his voice. No tremble. Just absolute conviction—like he wasn’t stating a hope, but a law of the universe. 

Baby steps closer, the streetlights casting silver on his sharp features. His gaze drops to your lips like he’s already imagining how they’d feel crushed beneath his.

“You don’t have to love me back yet,” he says, voice low and velvet-dark. “But don’t ever think I’ll stop. Even if you don’t want us to take care of you. I’ll keep pushing.”

Your stomach flips. You hate how warm your skin feels. How part of you leans toward him without meaning to. How his scent—like storm-wet pine and danger—makes your fingers twitch with a need you can’t name. His hand lifts to your face, gentle despite the fire in his eyes, knuckles brushing your cheek like you might vanish if he touched too hard.

“If anyone else touches you again,” he adds softly, “I don’t care if they’re your customer. They won’t have hands left to touch with.”

You don’t answer.

But your heart races all the way home.

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After dinner, the boys were gathered on the second floor of the apartment. They had turned it into a studio to practice their choreo for performances. You could hear their music and their footsteps as they danced to the beat. 

You padded around the apartment to explore in the meantime. The apartment was massive. You didn’t realize how massive until you started walking. Every hallway turned into a gallery. Every room had windows tall enough to drown in. You passed a music room, a library, a room full of costumes and stage lights. You had no idea such penthouses existed in the city. But then again, they were demons who’d been in existence for hundreds of years. Who knows how much money they got.

On the kitchen counter, you found a sketchbook. Yours. But filled with things you didn’t remember drawing. Five faces. A moonlit shrine. A shattered sword. You still hadn’t gotten used to drawing what you figured were memories from your past lives. This was evidence in itself that they were telling the truth. You decide not to fight it anymore.

On the dresser, you find an earring. No pair. You picked it up and your chest twisted, it felt a bit familiar.

In the lounge, a scarf folded neatly on a velvet chair. You held it to your face and inhaled. A scent you couldn’t name, but the fabric felt soft. Again, familiar. 

You didn’t know whether to scream or cry. It was like finding single pieces of a gigantic puzzle. You were sure these things meant something to one of them. You’d ask, in time. 

After their practice was over, the boys found you sat in the livingroom. You were reading the book Romance had given you which made him smile. They greeted you one by one, some went off to shower, some to the kitchen for a snack. 

It was Jinu who sat next to you. 

“How’s the choreo going?” you ask, eyes never leaving the page. 

“Good. How’s the book?” He nodded. He knew how badly Romance had wanted to give that to you. 

“Good.” You looked up to softly smile at him. You were halfway through the story. The characters blurred together—tragic lovers separated by fate, drawn to one another through time. A story too close to your own.

Jinu looked at the book title with a gaze you couldn’t recognize. Like he was debating on something he wanted to say. 

“Did you want to hear another story?” 

That piqued your interest. You slowly shut the book, placing it down on the couch as a sign for him to continue. Jinu didn’t look at you. His gaze remained downcast. There was a moment of silence before he spoke. 

“I wasn’t always someone people bowed to.”

You looked up at him. The air around him seemed to change—heavier, stiller. Like his shadow was longer than it had been a second ago.

“I was born in a fishing village by the bay,” he said. “Back when the tides still carried salt and prayers.” 

“My mother was a seamstress. My sister was eight years younger. We were poor. Poor enough to boil weeds and pretend it was soup.”

Your breath caught. His eyes seemed distant. Far away as he recalled his life four hundred years ago. 

“The only thing we owned of value was a bipa. My mother’s. She taught me how to play it before her hands got too swollen to hold the strings.” His eyes went distant, haunted. “I played in the markets for coins. It was never enough.”

He paused, jaw tight. “Then one night, I heard a voice.”

“Gwi Ma offered me everything. Fame. Gold. Silk sheets and stages carved from jade. And I said yes.”

You stared at him. He finally met your eyes—and this time, the pain there was real.

“I left,” he whispered. “Without a word. My mother. My sister. I never even turned around. I don’t know if they lived another week.”

You released a breath as you felt your heart fracture at his words.

“I just… ran. Into the palace. Into adoration. And never looked back.”

He exhaled, eyes heavy with guilt. “The crowds worshipped me. I performed for kings and their consorts. They called me divine. The courtiers fought for my smile. And it still wasn’t enough.”

“I didn’t deserve peace,” he said, voice brittle. “But then I saw you.” His voice softened—fragile like old silk.

“You were a maid. You had ink on your fingers and a habit of humming while sweeping the floors. You didn’t bow. You didn’t flatter. You rolled your eyes at me.”

Your chest tightened. So that’s who you were in your past life when you first met him.

“And when I asked you why… you said I looked lonely.”

A pause.

“I fell in love with you the moment you looked at me like I was a boy. Not a god.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “But I made you weak. I brought you too close. It was impossible for someone like you, so pure of heart, to exist in that palace. I should’ve known there would be vipers waiting to strike.”

You didn’t interrupt. You couldn’t.

“There was a concubine who used to love watching me play. She’d call upon me to her chambers for performances. Pay a hefty sum for an appearance in her parties. She saw you and I in one of the pavilions and she didn’t like it.” A look of anguish flashed on Jinu’s face. “I knew it was only a matter of time before someone found out. I wasn’t a fool. I knew the women of the palace liked me for more than just my voice.” His fists tightened on his lap. 

“She poisoned your tea. I found you in the gardens…you…you were still smiling.”

He blinked once. Just once. “You died in my arms. And I didn’t even know how to mourn.”

You stared at him, tears pricking your eyes. You wished so hard to remember. To recall who he was back then. Something, anything, so you could share a memory with him.

“I went back to Gwi Ma. I begged. I offered everything again.” He swallowed. “That’s when the pact began. He told me… if I could bind other demons to your soul, tether you tightly enough, you’d return.” His eyes flicked to yours. He was trembling.

“So I did. I found them. One by one. I gave up pieces of myself to forge the bond. Even if I had to share you, I- I was willing to do anything to have you back. I waited lifetimes. We all did.”

He reached out now, slowly, like you might disappear. “And now you’re here.”

You didn’t move. Didn’t speak. But your body leaned toward his—drawn like a string was being pulled behind your ribs. He exhaled shakily. “I still don’t know what happened to them. My mother. My sister. I never went back.”

You reached for his hand. Fingers brushing his wrist. It was the gentlest thing you’d ever done. Jinu held onto your touch like a lifeline as the pain of his memories came rushing back.

“I think… they’d forgive you,” you whispered. He laughed softly. Bitter. Grateful. “I don’t.”

And somehow that made you want to forgive him more. You let him pull you closer. Let your head fall beneath his chin, chest pressed lightly to his side. He held you like you might break. Like he didn’t deserve to hold you at all. This was the closest he’s ever been to you since first seeing you in that square. His heart constricted. 

“I won’t make the same mistake again,” he murmured. You felt the words against your scalp. “I will never leave you. Even if it kills me.”

You tilted your head up—slow, searching. His lips hovered a breath away. The look in his eyes was agonizing: pure want, reverence, restraint. He was begging without words.

And maybe you wanted to say yes. Maybe you wanted to close that distance.

But something in you hesitated. The memory of danger still ghosting your ribs. The smell of blood. The crackle of old fire. You shouldn’t want this. He was a demon.

But then again—

He was yours.

Jinu didn’t move. Not really. But his eyes…God, his eyes were starving.

Like a man who hadn’t eaten in centuries and now sat trembling before the one thing he was never allowed to touch. His fingers flexed once on his thigh, like he was holding himself back from grabbing you. From yanking you into his arms and claiming what had always been his.

His lips parted—his breath shallow. “I shouldn’t,” he whispered, voice ragged. “Not yet.”

That almost did it.

Not yet.

Not no.

He wasn’t denying that he wanted to. Only that he was trying—failing—not to. You felt something pulse low in your spine. The bond again. Soft and hot, like a wire coiling tighter. Tighter.

You leaned closer. Not much. Just enough for your shoulder to brush his chest. His breath hitched.

“Y/N…” he warned. Or maybe it was a plea. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

But you did. You knew exactly.

Your hand grazed his chest—over fabric, over his heart. It beat like a war drum under your palm. And he—this ancient thing with a voice like honey and a soul soaked in sin—shook under your touch.

“You waited for me,” you said softly. “Across lifetimes.”

He gave a shaky laugh. “Every night. Every fucking century.”

“And now I’m here,” you whispered.

“And now you’re here.”

He reached up—finally—like a man about to touch something sacred. Fingers grazing your cheek so gently it made you ache. You didn’t flinch this time. You leaned into it. And when he cradled your face in his hands, it wasn’t just touch.

It was claim.

The bond lit up like a match to kerosene—searing, seeping through every crack in your soul like molten gold. You gasped. So did he. His forehead pressed against yours, and for a moment, the whole world narrowed to this.

Him. You. Breath tangled. Thread pulled tight. Two hearts beating like one. 

His voice broke against your mouth.

“I loved you. Before I even knew what love meant. I loved you in that garden. In that palace. In every life you bled through. I loved you while you died in my arms. And I love you now.”

Tears slowly gathered in the corner of your eyes at his confession. Your chest tightening with every word he uttered. Let all reason be damned. Nothing in the world could be more true right now, more real, than this.

Your lips brushed his when you exhaled. You didn’t mean to. You were just breathing—but it was enough.

It shattered him.

He kissed you like he was starving. Like this was his first meal in centuries. Like his immortality had meant nothing without this.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It was ruinous. Possessive. His mouth moved against yours like he’d memorized it across time—hungry, reverent, desperate. Like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go.

And you…

You kissed him back.

Because some part of you remembered. The garden. The incense. The ache of his name in your mouth before it was ever spoken.

Your fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer. His hand slid to your waist. He groaned low in his throat when you pressed into him, fire threading under your skin, a live wire finally connected.

The kiss slowed. Deepened.

When he finally pulled back, barely an inch, his eyes were wild.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “You always were.”

And in that moment, you didn’t deny it.

Not this time.

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The kiss hadn’t been loud.

Barely a sigh. A whisper of fabric. The faint rustle of limbs and emotion finally giving in.

But they felt it.

From different corners of the apartment, the bond trembled like a shared heartbeat. A hush fell over the rooms like snowfall. Every boy froze.

Abby paused in the hallway with his forehead pressed to the doorframe, eyes shut.

Romance stood motionless in the kitchen, hands tight around the edge of the marble counter, breath held like a confession.

Mystery curled beneath his bedsheets, face half-buried in the sleeve of your old hoodie, his claws twitching against the mattress.

Baby sat in the far window seat of the lounge, unmoving, eyes half-lidded, expression unreadable—except for the slight twitch of his jaw.

They knew. They didn’t need to see it. They felt it through the bond—the hum, the spark, the slow unfurling of something sacred.

You kissed Jinu.

And something ancient and knotted in all of them unclenched. Not jealousy. Not really. It wasn’t rage or bitterness that stirred in their chests.

It was relief.

Because Jinu deserved this.

He had waited the longest. He had suffered the most. He had built the very foundation of the Crimson Pact with trembling hands and bloodied knees, driven by the memory of your lifeless body in his arms. He had found them. Bound them. Led them.

And now…He had finally been given a sliver of what he lost.

Abby exhaled a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. His hand closed into a fist against the doorframe. “Good for you, hyung,” he whispered.

Romance closed his eyes and tilted his head to the ceiling, the corner of his mouth lifting into a quiet, almost reverent smile. “Took him fucking long enough.”

Mystery blinked slowly, purring low in his throat. “She’s starting to remember,” he murmured into the blankets. “She’s letting herself feel it.”

And Baby… Baby didn’t move. But in his eyes, a hunger lit up. Not the kind that devoured. The kind that waited. That watched from the shadows with claws pressed to his ribs.

It would be his turn soon. He could wait. He’d waited before. But not much longer.

Across the apartment, the bond shimmered—warmer now. Alive in a way it hadn’t been in lifetimes. Each of them felt it. Not just the connection, but the hope.

She’s letting us in. She’s starting to fall again. Their hands twitched. Hearts pounded. Mouths parted with breathless need. And beneath it all, one singular thought pulsed through the Crimson Pact:

Soon, it’ll be me.

Not out of competition. Not to steal the moment. But because you belonged to all of them. And in every life, one by one… you had.

Jinu had always kissed you first.

But he would not be the last. TO BE CONTINUED

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[crowfish-brainrot]

LaDs Men When You're Ovulating and Feral

I should be chained to a tree when I'm ovulating. I'm like an omega in heat. So, in honor of my feral energy, here's what I think the Love & Deepspace Men would do when you're ovulating and feral with need.

MDNI. Explicit! Smut! Breeding, overstim, bratting, rut instincts, and idk, lots of horniness, d/s dynamics if you squint. Lemurian!Rafayel, dragon!Sylus so maybe some light monsterfuckin? Entirely unedited. You get this raw (like our Lads!)

XAVIER

He's in heaven when you're ovulating. He might be an alien but he's got that bunny energy. He will put you through your mattress over and over again, until you're both slick and breathless.

Will match your energy until you're too tired to move, but if you let him, he'll continue doing all the work.

Breeding is definitely on the table (though it's just talk until you don't want it to be)

Not done until you can't take anymore, then it's food and cuddle time.

"Xavier!" you moaned, your voice hoarse. You lost count of how many times he made you come. Your thighs trembled, slick and sticky with your arousal, yet he showed no signs of stopping.

He rolled his hips, shoving his cock all the way inside you. You choked around your moans, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. He pressed a kiss to your jaw, then peppered more down your hickey-covered neck. "You can still talk. I'm not done with you yet."

He throws your legs over his shoulders and pushes them down to your chest as he leans over you. His cock hits so deep, almost too deep. Sweat has his pale blonde hair clinging to his forehead, and his big blue eyes are dark with his lust. His gaze doesn't leave your face, not that you know, you can't keep your eyes open. It's too much pleasure.

"Look at me, bunny," Xavier commanded, his voice firm in your ears.

You struggle, but you open your eyes, meeting his unrelenting gaze. The way he looks at you, flushed, sweaty, and almost drunk of pleasure does you in. You come around his cock and scream his name. He curses under his breath, and as your walls convulse around his cock, you beg for his come.

"Want me to fill you up? To breed this needy little pussy?" Xavier groaned as he railed into you. You nodded, and he shoved his cock all the way inside you with a curse. "Take it all, bunny. Take every drop of my come."

ZAYNE

Handles your feral brattiness with the most patience. Tries to get home at a reasonable hour to take care of you.

Leaves detailed instructions on what to do until he's with you. You should follow them, but if the horny demons win you're going to bend those instructions to get him riled up.

Ties have more than one use. He doesn't play about breeding, so be sure you want that if you're going to ask him for it.

Not stopping until you're melted in a puddle, then he'll feed you chocolate and praise you

You broke the rules, and now you were paying for it with every sharp clap of Zayne’s hand across your ass. You were supposed to edge. Only twice — Zayne was merciful, most of the time — but you didn’t listen. He took to long to get home to you, and instead of edging and waiting for him like a good girl, you came. Squirted all over the sheets. You were meant to wear your vibrating panties out tonight, but you greeted Zayne naked when he came home. Why? You wanted his attention, of course. Well, now you had it, and you weren’t getting away.

You were bent over his lap, naked. Zayne was still dressed, his pressed clothes as perfect as ever, his glasses perched perfectly on his nose. Your hands were bound behind your back with his striped tie, the only thing he’d taken off so far. Another sharp smack landed across your ass, and you wriggled in his lap. Zayne’s free hand held his tie that bound your arms to still you.

“You wanted to misbehave, though you knew the consequences. Don’t try to escape your punishment, darling. You won’t get far.” Zayne’s calm, cool voice pulls goosebumps to the surface of your skin. He continues the smacks across your ass, and soon you’re fully writhing in his lap. You’re so wet it’s dripped down your thighs and onto his dress pants. Your ass is bright red by the time he’s delivered his punishment.

Two fingers dove deep into your soaking cunt and fucked you at a rapid pace. Your walls fluttered around his fingers and you arched, the stimulation too much. Yet, Zayne held you there until you came across his fingers. You sobbed as your release took you, and once you came down, Zayne withdrew from you. He helped you stand on trembling legs, then pulled his pants down. He pulled you into his lap, and you both hissed when his big cock slipped inside you.

“You wanted to come, darling? Then come. Don’t stop. I’ll tell you when you’re done, just keep coming for me,” Zayne said as he settled his hands over your hips. He pounded into you for hours, and that was the first time you realized too much pleasure was its own form of punishment.

RAFAYEL

If his Lemurian rut and your ovulation week lined up neither one of you would see the outside world for an entire week. He's always a little feral for you (he did wait 800 years) & seeing you equally as feral for him? Yeah. You're going to need to call out of work until he's done with you.

Will go until you're too sensitive. He'll pout, but he'll give you a few to recover. Maybe an hour, max. Then he's back at it. You switch who's in charge every few rounds, but he'll take over once you're too tired.

He talks about breeding you all the time. If he's in his rut? It's not just talk anymore. He wants to breed you.

He'll give you a relaxing bath after to help your tired muscles, but while he might be a fish he's also got that bunny energy so expect a few more rounds before you both pass out.

You’re fucked out. Sweat has long since slicked your skin. You’ve gone from the bed, to the bath, and back to the bed again. Rafayel came into his rut along with your ovulation week, and it was almost as if another force possessed him. Like he couldn’t stop. You were just as bad. You needed him inside you more than you needed air. You had to take a few days of leave from the Association, because there was no way Rafayel was letting you out of his sight right now. Not when you needed him as badly as he needed you.

“Fuck, cutie, you feel so good. Can’t stop fucking this perfect pussy,” Rafayel babbled as he fucked you with long, deep strokes. “Need more. So much more. Can I take you into the sea, cutie? Please? Need to take you beneath the waves. Need to breed you. Fill you up. Over. And. Over.”

He ended his plea by punctuating each word with a firm thrust of his hips. All you could do was nod, too blissed out to do anything more than feel. And that felt right. Like it was supposed to be. You and him, beneath the waves. With your agreement, he lifted you into his arms, pulling out just for a few moments. You whimpered at the loss of him, and he cooed soft assurances into your ear. His private beach opened up behind his house, and it was only a matter of moments before the cool water hit your overheated skin. He kissed you as he dragged you below the waves.

On the soft, sandy seabed, he fucked you in his true form. So massive he blocked out the sight of anything else. His tail wrapped around your legs, holding you in place as he fucked his dual cocks into you. They were so massive you didn’t understand how they fit, but you were his bride, his bonded, and you would forever give yourself to him as a form of worship. Feeling both his cocks inside you, stretching you, using you, was everything you didn’t know you needed. You begged for him to come, to fill you up, to breed you. Rafayel lost it, pounding into you with an almost feral growl.

“Take it. My beloved bride. Mine. Take every last drop of my come. I’ll keep fucking you just like this till it sticks.”

SYLUS

He's having a blast. You're marking him up and he's so happy. He's got tools to keep you occupied if he has to go somewhere. Will wear your favorite outfit of his just to tease you.

He's so hungry. He'll use his evol to pin you in place while he eats. This is his happy place, and he'll stay between your thighs as long as you let him.

Dragon nesting/rut instincts might be a thing. I can see him giving you extra gifts or making his bed extra comfy for you as a means of soothing those instincts. Breeding is on the table if you want it.

He's only stopping once you've both had your fill, then he's going to give you the BEST snuggles because next to eating your pussy, his favorite thing in this world is probably holding you close tbh.

Sylus’ fingers squeezed your writhing hips as you left yet another mark along his collar bone. You covered his neck and chest in your love bites, staking claim to your territory. Marking him as yours. The bed was a mess of silk sheets, comfy pillows and dim lighting. Everything made softer, more beautiful, all for you. The best gift he’d given you, though, was the silver chain wrapped around your wrist that tethered to the collar at his neck. He gave you control, and he loved how you used it.

You pulled on the chain, dragging his lips to yours. You kissed him like you were starved. Like he was your sustenance as much as you were his. You ground down into his lap, taking him in to the base, your hips flush against his. Your thighs burned from riding him so hard for so long, but you couldn't stop. His cock felt too good, he split you open too well. Every time the head of his cock pressed against your cervix you saw stars. You clutched onto the chain, keeping him close as you used him to come.

You came with a scream that he greedily swallowed. Your hips stilled, but he took over, fucking into you with greater force. He pulled away from your lips with a low growl. "Can I come inside you, sweetie?"

You agreed with a sharp yes, begging him to come inside you, to breed you. To fill you up. He chuckled into your neck, the sound dark and rich. "If you want me to breed you, kitten, hold on tight." You did as he said, and a wave of his evol rushed over his body, and he seemed bigger somehow, both inside you and around you. You moaned and opened your hazy eyes, seeing his dragon form. Black scales, horns, and long claws. You moaned at the sight of him, and something hot and swollen pressed against your opening. Sylus gripped your hips and pulled you all the way down. His knot slipped inside you, and you screamed as you came once again. He growled into your neck, sharp teeth biting into you as he came. Hot, thick spurts filled you to the brim.

"You're the one who wanted to be bred, sweetie. Now we're going to be stuck like this all night. I'll make sure you get what you asked for."

CALEB

He matches your feral energy 100%. Nothing you could say, do, or ask for is too much for this man. Anything you say you want, he's doing to/for you.

It's a messy, sweaty, marathon run. King of "just one more" & that's SAYING SOMETHING with this group!!! You'll hit every stable-enough surface in his house at least once. Maybe three times.

Puppy-eyed, he'll ask to breed you. It's all he's ever dreamed of. If you let him, he WILL go feral. He says the most unholy things tbh.

When you physically can't take anymore, he'll wrap you up in his arms, feed you, and hold you close bc that's his happy place.

You'd come so many times your brain has melted out of your ears. Your throat is hoarse and dry from screaming so much, and the entire room smells like sweat and sex. You don't think you can come again. Your body is sticky all over from the combination of sweat and come, his and yours. Still, Caleb can't stop, he's fucking into you hard. Right now, you're bent over the back of the couch as his hips relentlessly thrust inside you. You meekly tell him you can't come again, and his fingers immediately go back to working your clit.

"C'mon, princess. One more for me, please? Just one more. One more and I'll put you to bed. Just come one more time for me." He begged so sweetly, how could you deny him? It didn't matter that he swore the last six times he needed "just one more", not when he moaned. Not when he fucked into your sloppy cunt like that was the only thing he lived for.

"One more," you agreed. "Last one." Caleb cursed under his breath as he pounded into you. His big hands spread your ass apart so he could watch himself sink into your pussy over and over again. Your body didn't want to let him go, despite how wet and raw you both were. Every thrust further fried your nerves, all of them overstimulated and too sensitive.

Caleb flipped you around and held you in place with his evol. He shoved his fat cock as far into you as he could go, and you whimpered. Overfull and sensitive. He leaned down and brought his lips to yours in a heated kiss. "Can I breed you? Please. Gods, I need to come in you. I need to. Please, princess. Please let me breed you. Please, please. I need to feel you milk my cock, please." His panted breaths and the big violet puppy eyes did you in. You couldn't say no to him. You choked out an agreement, begging him to come inside you, to fill you up, and he broke. Three hard, sloppy thrusts, then he came inside you. So much more than he had earlier, filling you up to the brim. The throbbing of his cock sent you over the edge a moment after, and you screamed his name.

"That's it, princess. Milk me dry. Take all my come. It's all yours, pretty girl. You've earned it."

A/N: This is filth. Pure filth. Brought to you by the ovulation demons that make me want nothing else but to be fucked all day for like a solid 3-5 days a month. On those days, I'm delulu enough to think I could handle all 5 of these men at the same damn time.

Anyway, Mistakes Were Made Set 2 is coming soon. In the meantime, you get my headcannons.

[aringofsalt]

is this a prompt, i dunno? tommy prepping buck and buck getting impatient and bossy about it because he's taking too long. maybe he even starts trying to direct tommy because he's 'doing it wrong' (he is not)

i'm certainly taking it as one! 💛

~600 words, smut under the cut!

Here's the thing: Buck is not new to sex. He's had a lot of it, across more than half his life. He knows how to make his partners feel good, how to make himself feel good. The importance of communication.

The importance of proper prep. He does know that one.

But it's becoming increasingly difficult to remember why, exactly, it's necessary, because they've been at this for what feels like hours and Tommy is still. Fucking. Going.

Not that Buck isn't enjoying it; of course he is. His gorgeous, sweet, hunk of a boyfriend happily and enthusiastically putting his tongue and fingers to work in ways Buck has only dreamed of? Fantastic. All the new sensations he's been introduced to in the last few months? Ten out of ten, no notes, he's fully obsessed with all of it. Possibly a little too obsessed with it; Tommy is never condescending about it, never overbearing, but he's had to make a habit of getting Buck to slow down and actually listen to his body. Usually that just means being careful, double checking his work before finally letting Buck have what he wants, but every once in a while, it leads to what's happening now.

It leads to Buck, laid back on the pillows, one leg tossed over Tommy's shoulder and the other pulled back against his own chest so he's practically folded in half, while Tommy goes to town between his legs. He'd started by eating Buck out, acting like a starving man at a buffet, bringing Buck to the edge twice before finally backing away. He'd been so open, so lax that Tommy was able to slip one, then two fingers right into Buck's body with no resistance. Buck had expected that to be it, to have Tommy's fingers in him for a few minutes before they moved on.

But that's not what happens.

What happens is that Tommy settles in like he's getting comfy for the evening, resting Buck's bad leg on his shoulder so it doesn't strain. He places gentle kisses on Buck's thigh, nuzzling into the soft hair as his fingers move. It's so much, on the heels of two almost-orgasms, Tommy's fingers dragging slowly inside of him with no end in sight, but it's also not nearly enough, and Buck couldn't stop the whine from leaving his mouth if he tried.

He can't see the smirk on Tommy's face but he can damn well feel it against his thigh, along with the huff of air as he chuckles.

"Patience, Evan," he says, softening the words with another kiss.

"I've been patient," Buck argues. He tilts his hips down as much as he can, taking Tommy by surprise enough that for a few glorious seconds, Tommy's fingers are all the way inside him, giving him that little bit of stretch he's been wanting. But it doesn't last, Tommy gripping his hip and returning to his slow, steady pace.

"Aww, something wrong?"

"Yeah, you're not fucking me. It's been like an hour—"

"Baby, it's been maybe twenty minutes. Tops."

"Okay, it feels like it's been an hour." Buck pauses, sucking in a breath as Tommy nips at his thigh, but at least he picks up the pace a little, strokes a little deeper. "I think you need to—oh, fuck—you need to hurry it up and get up here and fuck me. Properly. Or I'm going to get my dildo and go fuck myself on the couch and you don't get to come at all."

He chances a glance down, unsure if he's crossed a line, but Tommy's gaze is dark with want as their eyes meet.

"I won't even let you watch," Buck threatens, and that's what gets Tommy moving. In moments, he's flipped them over, and Buck is finally, finally full the way he's been wanting all night.

[kewpiekitty]

୨⎯ something cozy ! ⎯୧

a/n: HELLOOOOO EVERYONE !!! so im really excited to write this because this game has taken over my brain and i need to write this like right now !! this is more of a self indulgent fic so the reader will go by she/her and will be plus size !! if that isn't something you wanna read then feel free not to ! i will most likely end up making something a little more ambiguous cause i love mateo sosososoososo much omg !!

mateo manta x chubby!fem! reader

Crickets could be heard chirping late at night, the sound makes you tired and relaxed. As much as you want to go to sleep though, you have to talk to one last person before you go to bed. You promised you'd talk to him today, when you got everything situated with Davi. So you went downstairs to talk to him. Mateo was such a sweet guy, he cared about everything except for himself at times. That's what drew you to him though, he needed someone to be able to take care of him the way he takes care of others.

You felt so bad seeing how his face fell when he explained he didn't want to lose you, since you had finished helping him find Davi and the other stray inanimals. Your heart broke into little pieces seeing his face painted with sadness and worry. "Mateo. I'm still going to be around and I promise you I'll still talk to you everyday. I'm going to make sure nothing will change okay?" You flashed him a big smile, one that made his heart race and his cheeks turn red.

"There is one thing that I do want to change." The questioning look you had disappeared when you felt Mateo's hands grab yours and hold them tightly. "I want you to be mine. I want you to stay with us and be my g-girlfriend, if that's okay with you?" Your face turned red, not expecting his adorable confession. No one had really ever felt like that about you before, especially because you weren't what people would call eye-catching. You were plumper than most girls, your thighs rubbed together when you walked, your tummy poked out with certain shirts you wore. No one had ever really liked you in that way before.

"Are you sure you want me to be your girlfriend? I don't think that-" Mateo interrupts you by slamming his lips onto yours. They are soft and gentle, his arms snake around your waist pulling you closer to him. Before you can deepen the kiss he pulls away, face and ears dusted with red. "Does that answer your question?"

You're unable to say anything, still dazed by the kiss he just planted on your lips. All you can manage to do is nod your head and lay it on his chest, hiding your face from him. "Yes I will be your girlfriend Mateo. I'd love nothing more than to be yours." He rests his chin on the top of your head, a small chuckle vibrating through his chest. You savor this moment, the feeling of his warm arms around you, his soft clothes rubbing against your body. It felt nice to be wanted, you'd been alone for quite some time and really just forgot what it felt like.

While you enjoy the embrace of your new lover, something hard starts poking your thighs. Mateo gasps and moves his arms, placing them up in the air and waving them around. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, I can't believe that just happened, I'm so dumb oh my-" He stutters and his words rush out, his face turning a dark red. You grab both of his hands and put them down to his sides. "Shhh Mateo, it's okay I promise." You let one of your hands travel down to palm his erection. "Is this okay? I don't want to rush you in any way." He bites his lip, attempting to stifle his whimpers, opting to nod his head for an answer. You bring your other hand up to cup his face, his brown eyes look at you with lust.

"I need you to use your words, mi vida." His hips thrust up, begging for some kind of release. The atmosphere is tense with want, you can feel how badly Mateo needs to be inside of you. "Please mami, I need your touch. It's all I can think about please." That's all that you needed to hear, you move him to the couch and begin working on taking his pants off. The fabric feels soft and familiar, considering all those nights you slept with him without knowing that he was anything more than a blanket.

Mateo is such a cutie, the thought of doing something like this to him makes your head become foggy. His flushed face and half closed eyes made it look like something straight out of a porno. You know you'll do the best you can to keep this image in your head forever. The second his dick springs free from his pants he produces a hissing sound, the cold air making his dick painfully harder.

You can't help but stare at it, it's a gorgeous tan color with a thick vein leading to the tip. Your finger touches the slit on the top of his head, gathering a bead of his precum and licking it off. It's warm and a tiny bit salty, an addicting taste. He shudders at the sight of you licking his precum off of your finger, the tip of his dick growing an enraged red. You lean down, wrapping your lips around him, his hips immediately ram upwards, shoving himself deeper down your throat.

The sound of you gagging and choking on him makes his head go fuzzy. All of his senses were overloaded, his eyelids were shut so tightly it looked as if they were glued together. The whimpers that came from him were beginning to get louder, you could tell that he was close to cumming, but you didn't want to allow him this pleasure just yet. You slide your lips off of his length, making a nice pop sound. Mateo whines at the loss of your lips, but stops as soon as he sees you taking your shorts off.

His dick twitches at the sight of your almost naked body, your tummy jiggling and your boobs bouncing as you take your shirt off.

"You're so beautiful, my gorgeous girl. I love how soft your tummy looks. You're so wet that it's dripping down those thick thighs of yours." He extends his finger rubbing it between the fold of your pussy. He's so gentle with the way he touches you, like he's trying so hard not to hurt you. His other hand finds its way to your hips, dragging you down to his level. You spread your legs and straddle him, hovering right above his cock.

He places both hands on your hips, moving you back and forth, his tip hitting your clit over and over again. This kind, caring, and sweet boy is begging for your pussy. The thought has you slamming yourself onto his dick. He lets out a ragged breath, matching your pace as his hands are still on each side of your hips. All you can think about is how good he feels, how his fingers are digging into your fat, which will definitely leave marks later.

His pace is rough but also soft, hitting all of the right areas without having to use too much force. Your hands find their way to his hair, pulling and gripping with each new angle he finds. His pubes add a pleasant scratching sensation to your clit, making you see stars.

He thrusts his hips up, causing you to bounce up and land right back down onto his cock. A knot begins to form in your tummy, your vision blurring. The way he repeats the action drives you crazy, the knot getting tighter as well as your hole. You clench around his length causing his pace to get messy.

Mateo slams his hips up into you, hitting your cervix. "Y/N I'm a-about to cum. M-mi amor please let me cum. I need it, I need you." His arms wrap around your chubby tummy, lifting you up and down on his cock. "Cum inside of me Mateo, I want your cum my love!" His dick twitches as he spurts his load inside of you, a loud deep grunt leaing his mouth. The warmth of his cum making the knot unravel as you cum. You land on him with a small huff, his face lying in between your soft breasts.

"Thank you bonita, for choosing to stay with me. I don't ever wanna know myself without you again." You place a soft kiss on his forehead. "I'll always be with you mi vida, you'll never be without me again, you're stuck with me." You start to laugh, which ends up turning into a yawn. Mateo keeps his arms wrapped around you, the cozy material of his clothes putting you to sleep.

[skreel-the-red-thing]

OKAY time for a review. I was… midly convinced by the sequel. In my opinion it’s a not so bad movie plagued by a not so good writing. I’m going to be vulgar at some point, don’t mind me that’s my way of coping. Let’s dive.

MIND THE SPOILERS OFC

What’s bad :

- Let’s adress the elephant in the room to get rid of it : « Nile can remove immortality » is bullshit. It's so stupid, it means that if by mistake she hurts Joe or Nicky in training then paf ! RIP gay people. I don’t buy it and I don’t think anybody here does. I understand they needed a threat for the gang, but why not just threaten them to lock them up in iron coffins, Quynh’s style ? Like, you established the worst fate for an immortal in  the first movie, why not use it again ?

- Speaking of Quynh. My girl is out of water with no trauma, speaking perfect english (language of those who locked her up. Mh.) and not insane ? Eh, a bit disappointing.

- No enough labrys in my opinion.

- Booker. Booker, Booker, Booker. He's my favorite character so I'm very pissed off *spit a bullet*. Ngl, I expected him to die and it didn't seem like such a bad idea. BUT THE EXECUTION WAS TERRIBLE. My man deserved so much better, he has almost no development, no redemption arc and he dies like shit, mostly out of selfishness: he knew Andy was as tired of life as he was, but he preferred to die and hand her the hot potato without asking her opinion. Erf. Also they both could have walked through that door, the “sacrifice” doesn't make any sense I'M GOING TO BREAK SOMETHING

- JoeNicky try not be captured challenge.

- Also Joe and Nicky had an argument at the beginning of the movie about Booker and Joe lying, and they made up while talking about something entirely different LIKE HELLO? The conflict isn't resolved here. It was cute tho, we like declaration and foreheads touch.

- HOWEVER. Nicky saying "ti amo" and Joe not responding ? DO YOU WANT ME TO GO TO THERAPY ?? Joe, when your husband says "ti amo", even if you feel guilty because you're lying to him, you say "ti amo" back.

- Do I need to point out what a flat character Discord is? I couldn't care less about her. Even pharma bro in the first film was more menacing.

- WHERE'S COPLEY? Like at the end, the guy might be dead, we don't know. Schrödinger's Copley.

- Tuah is... here. He has potential, but he's underdeveloped, so I don't have much to say. From my point of view, he's a bit of cannon fodder for the next film, to sacrifice his immortality to Quynh.

- Shall we talk about the dreams  stuff ? Well, it never really made any sense, either in the first film or in the comics. Like Nile dreams about Quyhn but Booker don’t ? Weird. And now ? Oh boy. Tuah dreaming about all the others but they don’t. And Discord ? Seriously, when you set up a mythology, you've got to make it logical, otherwise how are we suppose to write coherent fanfictions afterwards?

- I fucking HATE cliffhangers. Especially since  we've waited 5 years for this movie, and knowing Netflix's cancellation policy. At any point, Joe, Nicky, Nile and Tuah remain in a vacuum packing for eternity because we won't get a third movie.

NOW WHAT’S GOOD !

- Okay. I complain a lot, but I was super happy to see the sequel and to get to see again these characters that I love so much. I'm waiting for third movie to bring them all back to me. Yes, even you Booker. I'm delulu about him.

- I liked the vibe a lot ! It was less dark than the first movie, with more moments to breathe and appreciate the atmosphere between the characters. Special mention to the dinner scene after the first mission, I'm delighted to know that drunk Nicky snores like a boar.

- The film was more beautiful and colorful than the first one, and direction was better in my opinion, especially the fight scenes and choreography.

- NILE IS COOL! Her McGuffin role sucks, but it's not her fault, and besides that every time she was on screen I was like “damn, what a gigantic charisma she got!” . My girl is so stunning it hurts. Also the double spear ? Made for her.

- I still like Booker more than anything. I still like the fact that he jumped the second he had the opportunity to end himself. I just think it could have been handled better.

- « Has she spoken of me ? » « She never stopped. » MAYBE I DIED THERE.

- I'm relieved to finally have the answer to the question “If they cut off a limb, how does it heal?” and for that I thank Joe's thumb and Booker's head in the maze.

- I didn't get any sapphic kiss and that’s a shame, but the AndyQuynh relationship was cool anyway. Special mention to the whole reunion sequence, with Andy passing through the eras with the team in background, it was the most beautiful part of the movie.

- The soundtrack was better handled than in the first film. It doesn't look like much, but for me it was a major flaw, so I'm glad they've sorted it out.

IN CONCLUSION it was... okay. Now let's go another five years of waiting.

[virahaus]

The most underrated yet important character in all of Star Wars must be Shmi Skywalker, actually.

She's the catalyst of everything, yet I see so few fics where she's actually a character on her own. More often than not she's just in the background or not even mentioned at all... And if mentioned she's dead (which, fair, she did die in canon quite early on. But still).

She carried Anakin without even knowing how she became pregnant. She said to Qui-Gon there wasn't a father, yet at start I wonder if she was scared of not knowing how exactly she became pregnant? Was she fearing Anakin to be result of rape? Was she instead closer to the force than we've been led to believe and she instinctively knew Anakin was borne from it? So much interesting possibilities.

She's so important yet so nebulous at the same time... Apart from TPM in AOTC she's mostly just talked about by Anakin, Cliegg, Owen... And then Anakin gets to speak to her for a few seconds before she dies. We know next to nothing of her years without Anakin. Was she happy with the life she led with Cliegg? Did she marry him just to escape Watto? Did she love her new family or did she content herself with them because she couldn't be with her son?

And even without taking into account all of this, her existence is the catalyst of everything that happens to Anakin in canon. She is the one to encourage Anakin to go away from Tatooine and become a Jedi, even if she feared for him everything was better than the life of a slave like her (and further what if, would she give Anakin away still if she was not born a slave? I don't believe so. Even her status of birth is the avalanche of all the events in canon). Anakin comes back to save her and he fails, which is, arguably the most important event in all canon. Had Anakin managed to save her, would he still go towards the path he took? Would everything be changed irrevocably? Anakin losing her and slaughtering the village is the first instance where he touched the dark side.

Padme is also interviewed in this. She witnessed Anakin's pain about his mother, she saw his anguish. Do you really think that without that emotional closeness they would have still got together? I don't think so... But if they did would they get married right away? I believe not. Shmi's death heavily surrounded those choices. She's literally the ghost in the room. I believe that Anakin was also in such a state in the battle of Geononis that saving his mother might have given him more patience (or even more cockiness but that's up to you).

Her death and specifically Anakin's dreams about her death, are also the reason why Anakin was in a mind set of near collapse in the majority of ROTS. He knows his dreams can become reality, because he already witnessed them come to life. His determination to save Padme at all costs is a mirror of the failure of saving his mother from death and so he cannot fail again. He goes to lengths a person that was not on the brink of emotional and mental breakdown wouldn't even think of.

Anakin's bond with Obi-Wan? He tries so hard to make him proud as a Jedi, because he wants his mother to be proud of him and he projects it into Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan's approval of him as a Jedi would mean his mother didn't make a mistake letting him go and her faith in him would be true. Anakin just wants to be the Jedi his mother wanted him to be, and stubbornly clings to the idea that he must remain a Jedi even when he really should have recognised that life was not for him.

Palpatine manipulating him so easily? Result of Shmi's death. Palpatine knows what happened on Tatooine and he uses it as leverage towards Anakin (see scene where Anakin kills Dooku). For Palpatine Shmi's death Is Christmas come early. Her death is proof that Anakin can turn to the dark side, that Anakin can fall if pushed hard enough. There's a theory I could totally believe: Anakin's dreams about Padme's death were induced by Palpatine, inspired by what happened with Shimi... It's all coming back to her.

Shmi's life AND death are the catalyst of everything and I wish we'd get more of her canon wise and fanfic wise.

[theatre-mqn]

More Separated AU content

Because this AU has been stuck in my head and this movie is taking over my life.

(For anyone who’s new here: this au is essentially just what if Gwi-ma got to Rumi before Celine did, and huntrix ended up never being formed because of it)

A very rough concept sketch for separated au Rumi:

Rumi:

"Raised" by Gwi-ma, though "raised" is a subjective term given the guy is not a good father, mentor or parental figure whatsoever. In fact he's probably the worst dad you could think of in-universe

Because she's half-human, Gwi-ma is constantly holding the fact that he let her live over her head — reminding her that she killed her own mother, and that she doesn't belong in the human world or the demon one — that she's a half-breed and a mistake, and he's the only person (demon?) gracious enough to let her belong.

She hears his voice in her head constantly. Most of the time when she slips up to the human realm, it’s just to distract herself from it and get away from him for a bit.

Zero self esteem. If you thought canon Rumi was bad, imagine her living in Actual Hell with every single demon present being completely ready to tell her that she's a mistake and they hate her at any given moment

She still has a natural connection to the Honmoon, and because she's half human she can sort of pass back and forth through it with relative ease (i say relative because the demon side of her does not have a fun time with it. Being on the wrong side of the Honmoon hurts). That's pretty much the only reason Gwi-ma didn't have her killed on the spot — he just needed a pawn that could walk freely amongst the humans without getting disintegrated, and he figured that if he could train a hunter to obey him and him alone, the Honmoon would have no chance of ever fully forming.

Despite her being sent off to the surface on multiple occasions, usually for scouting purposes/some random mission that usually involves fighting the one (1) single hunter who's still in operation, she's never really been able to convince herself to take anyone's soul, which is something Gwi-ma finds infuriating. She can't help it — her connection to the Honmoon already means she has a sort of gut instinct to protect, and she spends a lot of time amongst the humans because most of the demons frankly just don't want her around, which means she just can't bring herself to hurt any of them.

Jinu is a sort of older brother figure to her in this universe (in the context of this au the man would've literally watched her grow up. rujinu is out of the question i fear). He's the only person who sort of understands the shame that Rumi feels about her own identity, and one of the few demons who's actually willing to talk to her about it.

She looks relatively human on the surface compared to most of the demons, but she still has a few odd (?)/off-putting behaviours and traits that come through a lot more since she's been more exposed to the demon world than she has to the human one. She's terrifyingly silent all of the time, scares animals shitless because of the natural Uncanny :tm: air surrouinding her, purrs like a cat from time to time, and her eyes glow in the dark.

She's fought Mira on multiple occasions, usually because Gwi-ma keeps sending her on missions that usually end in her either distracting the hunter while the demons go do whatever it is they're meant to do now, or getting caught by her while wandering around and instantly engaging in battle.

She usually wears a Dokkaebi mask to hide her face, both from the demons and from the humans from time to time. She used to wear more traditional Korean clothing like a lot of the demons did when she was younger, but once she started slipping into the human world more often she starts dressing in more modern styles.

Jinu convinces her to buy him merch when she's on the surface. Nobody questions where she got the money from

Mechanical claws —> Gwi-ma won't let her use her hunter weapon, so she has a crudely-made clawed gauntlet that he bullied some demon that used to be a blacksmith into making for her.

Horrible wet cat creature I love her

Zoey:

She moves back to Korea a lot later in this AU, which is part of the reason why Celine wasn't able to find her while she was hosting the idol-auditions-that-were-actually-secretly-hunter-auditions.

She still loves writing and composing songs, but unlike in canon, this version of Zoey doesn't have the same found family/safety net that comes in the form of the other two hunters to support her.

The first time she works up the courage to post a song she wrote online she gets dogpiled, and without anyone to support or encourage her it ends up killing her self-confidence and her motivation to write/post new music. She does still write from time to time, but most of it ends up scrapped or hidden away in a notebook that she keeps under lock and key.

She has a hard time fitting in and finding friends when she first moves back to Korea, and essentially ends up living alone in an apartment watching marine biology documentaries all day and avoiding social interaction as much as possible because she's worried she'll mess it up again and make everyone hate her.

She does however instantly become enamoured with Mira's music and with Mira herself but shhhh. She listens to it on loop and has showed up to one of her signing events before

Unfortunately Mira had to run off to fight another pack of demons before she was able to realise that Zoey was also a hunter. That probably would've made things a lot less stressful

The first time she meets Rumi, it's while the latter is wandering around the human realm just to avoid having to deal with Gwi-ma for a few hours. They bump into each other at a convenience store, and Rumi seems oddly interested in hearing Zoey ramble about turtles and music theory.

They end up meeting up at that convenience store a couple times a week just to talk, and while Zoey does notice Rumi's… general weirdness that comes about as a result of being raised by demons, she doesn't really acknowledge it because. Well frankly she's too happy to finally have a friend to be complaining about why said friend has eyes that glow in the dark or suspiciously sharp teeth

Surprisingly the closest anyone in this group ever gets to being Relatively Normal. Which isn’t exactly a high bar but it’s also rare that Zoey of all people is the voice of reason so

Mira:

A somewhat popular indie singer/songwriter and the only one who's actually initially trained by Celine, because she's the only hunter that Celine is able to find.

She shows up at an audition that Celine holds in an attempt to find whoever the other two hunters are and gets clocked as a hunter almost instantly

She and Celine fight a lot. She's not exactly great with authority, and Celine still hasn't gotten over losing both her best friend and the only thing she had left of said best friend in the same night, so one is naturally rebellious and the other is somewhat passively resentful and overprotective.

They do not have a healthy dynamic at all — Mira is not well-adjusted enough to be going around killing demons, and Celine still hasn't gotten over her own failures so she ends up projecting them on the only hunter that she's been able to find and somewhat train.

Speaking of training — Mira doesn't really get as much time to learn to fight as she does in canon. Without the other two hunters present, the Honmoon is already tearing itself apart, so she kind of just has to figure out how to kill the demons through trial and error alone, hence why her fighting style is a lot more reckless and frankly somewhat unhinged.

She once hotwired a car and drove it directly into a water demon. Celine had to pay a couple thousand dollars in damages

She and Celine also usually have to go on hunts together purely because Mira alone isn't enough manpower to slay an entire pack of demons, which means that they usually end up shouting at each other over one thing or another while murdering every demonic entity within a five mile radius

She's also not having the easiest time coping with the responsibilities of being a hunter — she's the only one who's currently active, if we're not counting Celine, and because all three hunters are separated from each other, the Honmoon is essentially in shambles. Mira is holding it together through spite and spite alone.

It doesn't help that she's not nearly as successful as she is in canon (mostly because she's quite literally destined to be in a three-part harmony but is forced to do a solo act), because her parents will not stop bothering her about "getting a real job" and "giving up the starving artist act". They spam her comments and posts, relentlessly call and text her until she blocks them, and only reason they haven't shown up at her place of residence to harass her in person is because Celine's sanctuary is fairly out of the way and hard to find.

It also does not help that Celine sometimes reminds her of her parents.

Rumi essentially becomes her arch-nemesis at one point because Gwi-ma keeps sending her to keep Mira occupied and stop her from killing the demons that are taking people's souls. Or, well, Mira thinks Rumi is her arch-nemesis, Rumi is too busy having an identity crisis to notice.

[patri56001]

Another fic about Tim Drake, this time is with Talia Al Ghul.

In my head Tim is gender fluid (pronouns? YES) and the kind of feminist that accepts women's rights and women's wrongs. He loves Talia's style and vibe, he doesn't get the hate Dick has for her nor why she loves Bruce so much (for Tim, Bruce is just a guy, he's Batman, but still just a guy). He is a little bitter that the only Al Ghul he genuinely likes and respects doesn't like him at all. All bc Ra's is obsessed with him and Damian hates him.

So after one too many rants from both Ra's and Damian, Talia is so fucking done that she kidnapped Tim with the intention of killing him. And while she is mid rant about why she has to kill him, to solidify Damian's place as heir of the Al Ghul family and Wayne family; Tim, who only had like 3 hours of sleep in the last 4 days, just snaps at her.

"FOR FUCKS SAKE! I DON'T WANT TO BE RAS HEIR, AND I'M ONLY CEO OF WE BC HE WAS GOING TO DESTROY IT AND BRUCE HASN'T TAKEN IT BACK! I DON'T WANT YOUR CRUSTY OLD AS A FART FATHER'S ATTENTION NOR LEGACY. AND I BARELY WANTED TO BE ADOPTED BY BRUCE IN THE FIRST PLACE, THE ONLY ONES WHO HAS A PROBLEM WITH ME ARE YOU AND DAMIAN FFS GET A FUCKING GRIP IF I HAD A SAY YOU'D HAVE THE LEAGUE OF ASSASSINS ALREADY BUT YOUR CRUSTY CREEP OLD AS SHIT DAD IS TOO MUCH OF A MISOGYNISTIC FUCKER TO DO SO" And Talia is just stunned bc she was under the impression that Tim was playing games with the family and tells him as much.

"No Talia, I'm not playing games, I wanted to be a photographer when I grew up, not a CEO listening to half-witted middle age fuckers who think that I need to listen to them bc they are older than me. ALSO I'VE BEEN EMANCIPATED FOR 3 YEARS." Tim says angry "And by the way, why the fuck are so hung up on Bruce's ass??? He is just a guy, you are Talia Al Ghul, you are one of the best fighters on earth, and you are hung up on a guy in a bat costume with untreated mental issues??? Have some self respect"

Talia opens and closes her mouth trying to defend herself but can't. "Beloved is very.... Smart and charming man..." She says weakly.

"So is Pedro Pascal, more handsome too" Tim deadpan. "Can I go now? I have a meeting at 9:30 tomorrow and I still have to patrol tonight "

"Child you have dark circles the size of Mount Everest, you need rest... Now I... Apologies for the misunderstanding, it was wrong to assume your intentions. But I'm under the impression that Beloved won't be too pleased if you don't rest tonight."

Tim rolls his eyes "You don't have to compensate for your assumptions just bc you were wrong about them, you don't have to fake to care about me for Bruce's sake either, as for him, he is too busy to notice right now, given that your brat is currently trying to adopt a litter of puppies."

Talia frowns at that, she knows Damian's fondness of animals but doesn't he have close to 10 pets already? She lets Tim go and they part ways. But something is bugging her... In her surveillance of Tim, he looked so tired and skinny, barely drinking water, only eating when needed to survive and drink an ungodly amount of energy drinks... She starts to feel something in her stomach, like when she saw Jason after the pit... Then it clicked... And just accept that Tim is her son now. She stops mid way home, sends a message to her father that she is going on a personal mission to fix some wrong doings. Ra's doesn't ask many questions, none at all. The next thing she knows, is that she is at Tim's 'nest' and she is sending for cleaners and food, Tim returns to find her chilling in his living room like nothing is abnormal.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?"

"Language, Timothy, I'm simply here to get some things right and let you know about our new relationship development."

"Oh ?? Our new what??"

"I'm here as a courtesy to tell you that I have adopted you." Talia says it's like an obvious development.

"I beg your finest pardon" Tim stares with wide eyes, "Talia you can't - wha- why?!"

"My dear child, we'll talk more once you have eaten, taken a shower and slept for at least 8 hours"

And he is too shocked and tired to question it so he just goes along with whatever she says, probably thinks it's an hallucination. He sleeps for like 10 hours, wakes up to find her making him breakfast, and they talk, Tim is still a little shocked and weary of her bc of the sudden change of heart. But she stayed with him for like a week, and they exchanged phone numbers, and emails, and he just rocks with it? Listen, he is a mom's kid through and through, he gets to have two badass moms and he ain't complaining about it. Of course he tells the rest of the core four and Cass, so whenever she comes to visit they don't freak out.

Slowly but surely, Talia reprimands Damian for his hate towards Timothy, "he is your older brother, Habibi" and Dami is confused but that's his mother so he tries.

The most confused is Ra's, bc "what do you mean I cannot kidnap the Detective, Talia?"

"Father, he has an important gathering with his friends, it is best to let him be."

"How do you know that?!"

"Because he is my child? And we talk, now leave him alone."

Ra's is just dumbfounded, "what do you mean he is your child?? Since when-?"

"Honestly father, since like 5 months ago. Haven't you seen the paperwork stating that he is now my child? Like Jason and Damian." Talia raises an eyebrow and leaves to call her new son.

And Ra's is just left there processing the new information. Queue them going to Gotham to visit the bat family. Everyone is panicking bc they don't visit unless they have something dangerous going on. But Tim is just chilling in a corner waiting for the chaos to arrive. Talia and Ra's, arrived at the manor, everyone is greeting them, Talia hugs Damian and Jason, then turns around towards Tim-

"Oh my sweet child, you look far better than the last time I visited" and hugs Tim tightly and starts checking him for injuries.

"Mother, you look beautiful as always- Mom, please last time you visited I had a stab wound." Tim says casually.

"And two hours of sleep, plus a couple of bruised ribs." Talia frowns but sees Tim is fine. Everyone is staring at them like

??? What is happening???

"Oh right, I forgot to mention that Talia adopted me five months ago, and I guess Ras finding out it's the reason for the visit, right, Mom?" Tim says innocently still hugging Talia and looking smug at Damian, who is having a small stroke.

Ra's is trying to get his attention, "Welcome to the family-"

"Talia might be my mom but I refuse to be called your grandchild, my only grandfather is Alfred." Tim says coldly.

"But-"

"Father, don't embarrass yourself, what Tim says is final!" Talia stared at him, challenging him to say anything at all. After all, after a few conversations with Tim, she has started to respect herself more and would not tolerate her father's shit anymore.

[starpeachjelly]

sylus x reader

request

summary: you hide your scars from sylus in fear of what he might think of you if he sees them. he reassures you.

word count: 1k

warnings: self harm scars

tags: hurt/comfort

a/n: first request!! sorry the ending is a bit dry i might add to it but i couldn't think of a way to end it. this is my first time writing as sylus and i really hope i did justice. lmk in the comments if i did good!

Life has given you its fair share of trials. Some have left emotional scars, some physical, some both. But each one feels like a crack, an imperfection, a weakness, compared to someone like Sylus. A pillar of strength and raw power, indestructible.

You know he's understanding. He's never done anything to make you feel insecure. But there's a part of you, a dark part of your mind, that's filled with fear and doubt. That despite his love and understanding he'll think you're weak for what you've done. Someone unworthy of standing next to someone as indestructible as himself.

So you hide the scars as best you can. Long sleeves, even during warm weather. No shorts, or skirts and dresses that rise above knee length. You avoid any activities that involve you having to reveal too much skin. Every time things begin to progress past a heated make out session, you always pull away just before things can go too far. Hes understanding, of course he is. Never pressuring you to do anything more than you're comfortable with.

But despite your best efforts, you cant hide from him forever.

Your heart drops when you spot Sylus in the doorway of the room. Panic swells in your chest, bile and shame rising in your throat. His gaze falls from your face, down to your exposed skin. You watch in terrified silence as his eyes trace over the scars you've tried so desperately to keep him from seeing.

He doesn't speak. Simply watches you with an intense, unreadable gaze. His expression is the same as always, leaving you unknowing and absolutely terrified of what he must be thinking. You try to speak, to break this deafening silence, but your mind is blank. The familiar sting of tears fills your eyes, but you don't dare shed a single one in fear of making your worries come true. You can't let yourself appear weak. Not now. Not in front of him.

You swallow the lump in your throat and force yourself to speak. "Sy–"

His name dies on your tongue as he begins to walk towards you. You don't move. Rooted to the ground. You expect cold words. For him to scold you for what you've done. Or for keeping something like this from him. What you don't expect is for him to cup your face with a tenderness that nearly causes your legs to buckle. Immediately the tears you've been so desperately holding back begin to fall down your cheeks. He brushes them away so gently that you have to bite your bottom lip to stifle a sob that threatens to spill out.

"I'm sorry." You can't help but cringe at how weak your voice sounds.

"What are you apologizing for?" You notice the slight furrow of his brows.

Your lips part, trembling, but all that comes out is silence. How can you even begin to explain everything? That you've been hiding a part of yourself in fear of him thinking less of you. He doesn't speak either, and that should scare you. But the way he looks at you, with so much love and understanding, leaves your head spinning.

"I was scared." You confess, finally breaking the silence.

Unable to look him in the eyes any longer you move your gaze down to your feet. Immediately he cups your chin, guiding you to face him once again.

"What were you afraid of?"

More tears begin to stain your cheeks, each one quickly wiped away before the wetness can become uncomfortable. Your hand reaches up to grab his wrist, not to pull him away, but in an attempt to ground yourself. Too many thoughts running through your head. Too many emotions filling your heart.

"I… I didn't want you to think I was weak."

He lets out a breath from his nose. The warm air tickles your skin, a strange sensation when mixed with the dampness of your cheeks. Slowly, his hands move from your face, trailing down your arms until they reach your wrists. You feel your heart start to hammer against your ribs. Red eyes, filled with love and affection, stare deeply into your own as he brings your forearms to his lips.

"Sylus…"

A deep, gentle hum is your only response. Tender kisses are pressed against your scared flesh. Each one sends a wave of warmth throughout your body, settling deep in your aching heart. Fear and worry begin to melt away with each kiss, with each sign of his adoration for you.

"You should know that I would never think less of you for something like this."

You swallow, try to speak, but gasp instead when his teeth gently bite at the pulse point on your wrist. With a gentle tug he pulls you flush against him, one arm dropping down to the small of your back. The warmth of his body seeps into your own.

"There are lots of words that come to mind when I think of you. Weak, is not one of them."

More tears start to fill your eyes, overwhelmed by his words and actions. Dropping your hand he moves to cup your cheek, thumb brushing along the underside of your eye.

"No more tears." He whispers against your temple.

There's so much you want to say, but you can only manage to speak two words. "I'm sorry."

"No more apologies."

A chaste kiss is presses against your forehead. You lean into his touch. With trembling hands you grasp at the lapels of his suit, tugging him as close to you as possible. He chuckles, deep and low. You feel the vibration of his chest against your own. A comfortable silence settles between the two of you as you stand with your bodies pressed against one another.

It takes you a moment to process everything fully. Words of acceptance and reassurance replay in your mind. Your head falls to his shoulder, and you whisper against his neck. "Thank you."

"There's no need to thank me, sweetie." His arms wrap around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. The tension you've been holding in your body since you saw him fully dissipates as you lean into him. You feel safe. You feel loved. "Don't be afraid to come to me from now on. Understand that my love for you is not conditional."

[bewitched-hours]

Why is it always Yan!( Character) Or Yan!( Ship)

NO I wanna be Yandere!

Therefore I request Yan! Ghost Reader x Noob( yep I'm building off of my request)

But is it alright if it's not too dark, like there are traits and some features of a Yandere but it's not like reader's down right toxic and not good for noob. Idk man I love Yan fics but when it's too much it puts me off.

Noob get your ghost wife she's about to strangle two time for the nth time-

OH???? A LITTLE SWITCH UP???? FOR LIL' OLD ME??? Is it christmas-? Also, yeah, I get it. I try to make my version of yanderes more watered down in a sense where it's a bit dark but not off-putting, ya know?

Reader gets She/Her again~

How long has been been now? You didn't care.

You were head over heels for your favourite little survivor and as if sensing your desperation, the Spectre allowed you a deal.

A physical form for all the memories of your life before its realm. You accepted it without thinking and now waited for your beloved in a form that resembled the one you had as a ghost but with a lot more colour to you and no more transparency.

To say Noob was surprised would be an understatement... Especially with how you practically jumped at him.

But how could he blame you when you're head over heels for his cute face? Not that he'd know.

You were even given the abilities and title of a sentinel soon after, surprising the other survivors as you proudly declared yourself to be the ghost that's been haunting them.

Although... You did assure them that they had Noob to thank for your friendliness. He wasn't too happy about being the center of attention but he didn't protest after you shut him up with a quick kiss. It was simply adorable just like him!

You weren't even trying to hide your favouritism everyone pretty much accepted you were just warped by Spectre knows how many years of being stuck in this hell and Noob just so happened to be the unfortunate soul to become the target of your affection.

Sure, you grew to warm up to the other survivors and help them out but even so you spent most of your time by Noob's side like a lost puppy. It was honestly kinda adorable, if not for the way your obsession with him grew deeper and deeper.

He noticed it of course, but he wasn't sure how to bring it up. He loved you back, that much was clear, but he also knew he had to put a line in the sand to make sure you kept a grip on your... Tendencies...

To start off, he had to give you a gentle kiss to make sure you were fully fixated on him. It also acted as a confession of sorts which threw you off and you didn't really know what to do.

"Listen, it's- it's not that I don't like you too but... I just want to make sure this new side of yours doesn't ruin it." You were a little surprised but made sure to listen and didn't interrupt him. You could tell this was important and it was touching that he cared enough to discuss a way for the relationship to work. How does he always find ways to make you love him more...?

"I need to be sure that you have whatever this is under control so I want to find ways to help you stay sane. If you feel jealous or any urges to feel negative because of me or the others, come to me and we can talk about it. If you feel like you need to steal anything of mine, we can talk about it." It went on like that for a bit, though you never even dared to think about not taking him seriously.

Despite what he appeared usually, you knew Noob was someone who delivered on promises and he made sure you knew that while he loved you a lot, he is not staying in a relationship that'll isolate him or creep him out. And you were determined to not force that on him.

True to your mutual promise, you'd go to him whenever that darker part of your brain began whispering those tempting thoughts of what you could do to keep him to yourself. He eventually came to learn how to tell your obsessive moods from your regular negative ones through subtle cues and even when you wouldn't even realize it, Noob would take you aside and reassure you that no one could take him away from you.

You were his... He was yours...

Even if the Spectre wasn't all too happy but it wasn't like your memories hadn't tasted good enough for it to allow this.

You can put your worries to rest... Home is here...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

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Good evening, Blastic! How are you? I hope you're doing well. I just stopped by to leave this little gift for you! It's a simple drawing, but it's from the heart :3 I'm a fan of yours since 2023, and since I also follow your posts on Instagram, I noticed you really like cats (I like them too lol), and I heard about your loss (my sincere condolences). Your drawings and the game Broken Colors comforted me when I was going through a tough time, so I want to return the favor... I hope you like this little fanart. I apologize if I'm being inconvenient, and please ignore if you think I'm being too intrusive.

I hope this drawing comforts you, even if just a little <3

I'm sorry I'm late with this but thank you so much for the gift! It's so adorable!🌱❤️Simple or detailed I always love the gifts what I receive. They always cheers my mind, thank you!;; w ;; )🌱❤️ I love cats a lot! They always makes me smile❤️ And it's nice to hear you like what I post in my IG stories time to times, at least that's what I think you meant since I don't really post art there much anymore.xD Also thank you🌱 The funeral is soon so I need to look how much it will affect my mind but I will try my best to stay strong🌱 I'm also glad my art has helped you to feel better, I hope it will continue making you feel better🌱🌱 I know my content can be dark and sad but if that's the stuff what you like that's great!xD I know it's not everyones thing but that is also ok!

[hellochamsae]

krusie thoughtssss

i’ve been soft for krusie since day 1 and i’m like, i just love them as soulmates, no matter what that means. qpr, romantic, platonic, idrc i just love their relationship! i want them to spend time with one another, enjoy their company, find that place where they belong and feel comfortable with one another, be each other’s guiding light in the darkness!

the mirror scene and the final one just… augh how do i even put into words how much those scenes meant to me. their homes are by each other’s sides (and ralsei’s!) kris’ one genuine choice in the susie piano story being ‘only if you do’ is just…!! they want to play piano with her, they want to share that with her! (i could go on FOREVER about the piano…)

kris just has so much they are holding in their heart and they want to come clean to susie, to believe in her hope and believe in her light, to not bear this burden by themself and rely on their first friend in forever, but they can’t and that potential conflict is going to drive me insaaaaaaane.

like god, the susie prize star being the ONLY lit up part of their room!?!??! and susie proudly saying ralsei can't replicate that prize in the dark world!??!! toby i'm going to run through three different brick walls!!!!!!!!!

i love and adore noelle don't get me wrong (and i know she had her reasons for it), but it actually kinda really hurt me to see her tell kris to 'get the hint' and leave her and susie be when they were looking for noelle's phone 😭 along with what she says in dess' room... it just gave me this dreaded image of how kris already sees themself as an outsider (in so many ways) as is... they don't need to feel like the dreaded third wheel. it sucks, speaking from experience!

i just want them all to be happy with no one feeling less valued or left out...

also regarding platonic krusie, i think the only thing i have issue with is when people go 'oh, they’re just platonic, how could you ship them’. as an aroace there is nothing more annoying than people saying ’just platonic’ because it carries with it the implication that a platonic relationship is not as interesting or complex or as important as a romantic one.

imo a platonic partner can absolutely be your 'number one’, maybe even over your romantic partner! all i want is for kris and susie to be each other's #1, their ride or die, their warrior's bond incarnate!!! also ngl i don't think a single thing will change about them whether they're platonic or romantic 🔥 both are valid!!!!!!

[beaft]

oh gosh I so relate to the whole not even knowing what you're thinking unless you write it down or say it out loud. non inner voice people. is it okay to ask more about what that's like for you?

of course! (i hope you don't mind me answering this publicly - i think it's an interesting topic and i'm curious to know if other people have similar experiences, but if you want me to delete just let me know and i will.)

so i don't really think in words, it's just... vibes? images, sensations, colours, emotions, etc. it may be linked to depression/brain fog, but most of the time my head is completely silent. right now i'm looking at my peace lily on the kitchen table. i'm not thinking "peace lily", or "needs watering" (it does). it's just an image in front of me. there's no flavour text. nothing attached to it.

as for what that's like:

i get bored and understimulated very easily. i can't stand doing nothing. i need to be busy, always. i never know what i'm going to say until i've said it, so i rely on scripts. i rehearse conversations. i say things i don't believe and express opinions i don't hold, often without realising i'm doing it. if someone talks at me for a long time i stop being able to understand them. i got through my uni lectures by transcribing, verbatim, everything the lecturer said while they were saying it. i have difficulty telling when i'm hungry or cold. i often type out what i'm feeling like i'm trying to solve a logic puzzle: okay, so something is Bad. what body sensations are we experiencing? have we felt similar sensations in the past? what caused it then? what's causing it now?

it wasn't until recently that i realised most people have a "thinking" voice inside their head, and it really threw me, because suddenly i was like "wait. i don't have thoughts. am i stupid?" and to an extent i still do worry about that. but i've come to realise that i process things by articulating them after the fact. if i had an uncomfortable encounter on the street, i might feel scared in my body, but i wouldn't actually understand what happened or how i felt about it until i told someone, or wrote it down, or said it out loud to myself.

talking is difficult. writing is automatic. the ideas are in there, but i can't consciously access them. often i'll read my own writing back and suddenly understand exactly what i was doing, but the actual writing process is very much fumbling around in the dark. i just have to trust that whatever my subconscious is trying to express will come out on its own.

sorry for the long response - i hope that answered your question!

[asexualbookbird]

I was so wrapped up in my sewing project, I didn't get to do ANY pride stuff. Nyoops. I did however open up doodle commissions which has been a BLAST, to be honest! Might just keep them open regardless of teeth. I am almost done with my big project though, which I'm wicked excited about. When I'm done I'm going to play SO much pokemon and no one can stop me. Went glassblowing with my mom. Redownloaded a rhythm game I haven't touched in months. Reading was. Fine. I listen to audiobooks while sewing which is great except I feel like I've gone through all the Good Stuff so now I'm left with all this. Read two more books off my List, though, so gold star for me!

The Warm Hands of Ghosts by Katherine Arden ⭐️⭐️⭐️ - Book club pick! I did not enjoy this as much as the Winternight trilogy, but it was still a good read. Throughout the entire thing I kept thinking hey this is like that one Magnus Archives episode, so when I was done I listened to MAG 7: The Piper and now I wonder if there's real life lore here I don't know.

Blade of Secrets by Tricia Levenseller ⭐/ DNF - (not pictured) No. I thought maybe I would push through this just for gits and shiggles, but I have no desire to sit through eight more hours of our main character Having Never Experienced Attraction Ever In Her Life making googly eyes over some Hot Man. Add on to that, the author promoting this with Parry Hotter terminology, no thanks! Bye!

Dark Rise by CS Pacat ⭐️⭐️ - This has been taunting me. It LOOKS and SOUNDS like something I'd enjoy, but I have no interest in Captive Prince and I kept thinking the author was PC Cast. Should've trusted my instincts. There was an interesting twist at the end, but I was so annoyed by that point I didn't care. Nearly every single thing this book tried to do, In Other Lands did better, and I didn't even particularly like that book! It's not something I'd warn people away from, though. I'm sure someone somewhere will enjoy it. I am not that someone.

The Phoenix Keeper by SA Maclean ⭐️⭐️ - DUMB AS SHIT. Where are the managers? The Supervisors? Literally anyone other than these high school kids masquerading as nearly 30 year-olds?? I get that Ailya being selfish and self centered was part of her Growth™️, but again, In Other Lands did it better. This books only redeeming feature was the birds. Can't believe I'M saying this, but it would've been so much better had it focused on the romance.

Of Jade and Dragons by Amber Chen ⭐️⭐️⭐️ - Fine. Mostly unremarkable to be honest. Nothing to really complain about or praise. There was one (1) metal dragon that showed up briefly in the last 10%. The light steampunk touches were nice.

The Last Hour Between Worlds by Melissa Caruso ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - TIMES TWO! I READ THIS TWICE! I FINISHED IT AND READ IT AGAIN IMMEDIATELY! I always say I want to do that, and well I actually Did That. Reminded me of Labyrinth. Reminded me of Mask of Mirrors. Reminded me of Master of Djinn. Maybe Gideon the Ninth, but that might be the Moira Quirk of it all. It was a LOT of fun, I love women loving women stabbing women they love.

The Murder Complex by Lindsay Cummings ⭐️ - What if Divergent was bad. "But Divergent was bad!" What if Divergent was worse.

Can't believe I actually read a book twice in one go. Who am I. July brings Doing All The Things I Wanted To Do When I Was Sewing. Finish my blanket squares on the project I'm doing with my mom. Finally ship a package. Play pokemon. Maybe go for a got dang walk if the air isn't soup. Learn to price my work in a way that is fair to me. Book club picked Dune, so I have to find a tolerable way to consume that. I refuse to watch the movie(s). Maybe I'll do some belated pride things. Who knows. Everything is possible.

[charafansmile]

Anyways that aside I think toriels biggest actual flaw is that she doesn't know how to approach kris. She'll read the parenting books again and again, ask around town, bake them their favorite food, take them to therapy, pray and pray and worry worry worry. But she can't quite communicate with them to ask them how she can help.

Learning about their friendship with susie clearly calmed her down alot, she must see alot of kris in susie. Or maybe even dess? But that's speculation.

Her and kris are close, and she's hardly what I would call authoritarian like I would carol. Their relationship isn't so strict that shes even upset at the church clothes being lost, turning it into a joke and telling kris to come up with an excuse since susie the guest. Kris is fine swearing (singing swears) in front of her. She barely scolds them for eating the entire pie, and prior to that basically dropped her grounding threat once she learned the reason they didn't return her calls was that they were hanging out with a friend.

Yes she was strict with asriel. But asriels not kris. I think it's a fair to assume that given how she's a foil to carol who IS super controlling that shes taken the reigns back when raising kris after dess's disappearance. Not so much that she's neglectful, I don't think that's a fair reading of her character, but things are going to slip by. Especially when kris is actively hiding things from her, and seemingly wanting to keep her in the dark.

Which comes back to the chapter 4 scene, the scene where they do want her to be worried, where it's finally warranted, where they want to come home after going through all of that and see she's okay and be worried over by her. But she's not. Because she thinks their better, or getting there. She knows their with susie, she knows they are finally talking to noelle again, and probably that they were going to study at her house. Every time she's attempted to call them they've from her perspective ignored them. And well. Just like how kris has a life outside of being her child for her to worry over, she has a life outside of them. Should she have left the house unlocked? Probably, she should have also called kris to tell them she canceled choir practice.

I'm not going to fault her for drinking on a weekend and bringing a stranger home, she's a grown woman and allowed to do those things, and admittedly I think people are fixating on the 'she was drunk!' Point too much. I'm not going to bring up the slashed tires or blood stain when I'm not even sure she knows HOW to clean up blood or if that's what it was AND she was specifically keeping the tires a secret from susie and kris so it's not like she's going to tell them why she's not stressed about them anymore. From her perspective, they dont even know about them.

But that all gets me to something I've not seen discussed yet, which is that chapters 1&2 were setting up kris & toriels relationship to later inverse it in 3&4. Down to the phone calls. If the numbers in the phone hadn't been deleted than we COULD have called toriel to check on her, much like she could have called us in chapter 1 if not for the dark worlds. Toriels reasonings to worry over them have been assuaged at each instance, and while WE have the 4th wall knowledge to know that she should be worrying harder, she doesn't. Likewise, kris (and susie) spend all of chapter 4 trying to save her. Only for her to be fine, at home, dancing and happy. Completely unaware of the hell they just went through for her sake. Completely unworried when that's finally what kris wants.

[justreadalot]

Through Your Eyes Part 11

Part 1-4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10

Still in the ghost zone.

Red Hood and Agent R arrived at the entrance of Vlad's home in under half an hour. The boys  had got to it much quicker.

Agent T had left to check equipment, food and what other items were in the Fenton’s home after checking with Jason first. Since they had locked their rooms first, he had agreed.

Jason looked up at the huge castle. The front door was wide open and sounds of smashing places and breaking glass floated out.

“What did this Vlad person do?” he questioned.

“Tried to kill Danny's father Jack, his sister Jazz, wants to marry his mother Maddie (she thinks that idea gross by the way), and adopt Danny to be his heir. Danny got him to agree to a truce by threatening to tell Maddie everything.”

Jason blinked, “Really?”

“Oh, yes.”

The pair had a look around, it looked like a tornado had gone through. The walls were in one piece, not much else was.

It was easy to see the direction the boys had gone.

Every door of the place was wide open. Showing other rooms and hallways.

“If you don't mind, I want to bring five scientists and their agents guards into Vlad's home to check the place, equipment and whatever else he has around. Especially in his lab.”

“Go ahead, I'll inform the boys, if either are nervous about their presence, then we will head back to the Fenton house. Are there any scientists that Danny shouldn't transform in front of?”

“We do have two scientists that Danny shouldn't transform in front of, just in case, they are known to push the boundaries on what is acceptable. Their agents' guards will be wearing either a red handkerchief or red scarfs or red something. I don't expect them to be a problem, they are refusing to leave their lab.”

“Give me a photo of them, or let me meet them, just in case.”

“Will do.” Nodded agent R, he turned and walked off.

Jason, following the trail of destruction, found himself in a kitchen. There were smashed plates and smashed glass everywhere. Then it changed to empty chip packets, chocolate wrappers and biscuit crumbs trail. Still following the trail, he found them in a large living room.

Danny had passed out on the couch with a blanket over him, surrounded by empty food packets. All that could been seen of him, was some dark hair.

Damian was checking through a collection of DVD movies, near a very large TV.

“Hey, you two finished smashing stuff? They are going to bring scientists over to check out what's around. Do you want to stay here or to go back to Fenton's house?”

“Stay here,” mumbled Danny from under the blanket, “we can stay out of their way.”

“I agree, better to be around other people and not be too isolated. We can go back to Fenton's to sleep.” remarked Damian.

“Ok, but before you go into hibernation here, let's get some brooms and sweep up that mess. You know the rule right. 'You made the mess, you clean it up'."

The boys complained, but obeyed, got up and followed Jason to get brooms and tidy up. Jason helped.

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