#It's not like these things are contagious or that I can force my body to have these issues.

[pricesprettyprincesss]

There’s a thing I wrote about Simon… I hope you like it…

MDNI - suggestive content

“Boys Night”

Simon decided to host a boys' night at his place, inviting his friends Johnny and Gaz over for drinks and video games, reminiscent of their younger days. As they lounged on the couch the next morning, Johnny couldn't resist making jokes about the previous night's antics.

“Give it to me, Simon, that’s what she kept screaming!” Johnny laughed, his voice filled with mock enthusiasm.

“Give it—give it to me, Simon!” Gaz chimed in, throwing his head back against Johnny's shoulder, the laughter contagious.

But Simon remained unamused, his expression resembling that of a disgruntled cat forced to endure the antics of its human companions. Despite the jovial atmosphere, there was an underlying tension in the air, as if Simon's patience was wearing thin.

I was walking from our bedroom to the kitchen to retrieve a snack for myself when I heard Johnny’s comment. I saunter over to the living room, to grace my fiancé with my presence. “Actually Johnny, I said give it to me harder daddy” I smirk as I lean over to kiss Simon’s masked face, my elaborate diamond glittering on my hand as I place it on Simon’s chest to steady myself.

Simon's mood seemed to light up a bit as he saw me approaching. Once I was close enough he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap, peppering my neck and cheeks with affectionate mask covered kisses.“You’re an ass, Johnny,” Simon chuckled. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have some business to attend to,” he grinned cheekily, earning a laugh from Gaz, but a groan from Johnny.

The guys said goodbye leaving Simon and I sitting on the couch.. “Did you have a fun night with the boys?” I ask Simon looking around at the disheveled state of my living room. A smile tugged at the corners of Simon's covered mouth as he looked around the living room, his eyes wandering to the empty beer bottles, controllers, and other debris.

“It was enjoyable, albeit rowdy,” he chuckled, reaching forward to intertwine his fingers with my own. “But now I have you all to myself,” he added with a hint of possessiveness, his masked lips finding their way to the crook of my neck. “You sir are forever the charmer” I let out breathlessly. "You're my favorite target for a reason," he cooed, his voice low and husky. His calloused hands brushed along the bare skin of my waist, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

“I don’t think the living room will look as good as it should,” he mused, his gaze flickering over to the disarray surrounding us. Still, his focus quickly returned to me, the warmth of his breath dancing against my skin.“I will clean up whatever mess you boys have made, but I’ll do that in the morning… I want to entertain whatever you’re concocting up in that handsome head of yours.”

An eyebrow arched beneath his mask at my reply, a smirk slowly spreading across his mouth. “Whatever I want, huh?” he purred in response, his fingers dancing along my body in a tantalizing dance. Slowly, ever so slowly, his hand found its way to my chin, gently lifting it to meet his eyes.“Be careful what you wish for, love."

I smirk, “I know you’ll take care of me… I trust every single thought you come up with, no matter how incredibly dirty they can be” I kiss in between his eyebrows, where the smallest bit of skin he has showing from under his balaclava.

"Oh, and I don't think you can handle the filth in my mind,” he whispered, his breath sending chills down my spine. The desire in his eyes intensified, as his hands began to wander over my body, slowly yet firmly pulling me even closer, his touch igniting a fire within me.

“You're in for a world of trouble,” he murmured huskily as he lifted his mask just above his nose, his parted lips grazing my skin. “That’s my favorite world when I’m with you” I lean in and grabbing his chin to hold his face in place while I tenderly kiss his lips.

He reciprocated my kiss with a passion that could set fire to the living room, his fingers digging into my sides with a fervor that told me he had been holding back his desires. There was an edge to his touch, a feral hunger in the way his mouth moved against mine, his tongue eagerly exploring the newfound space. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with need.

“Mmmm is that so… I thought I was your angel” I coo and kiss him again. A brief laugh escaped from him, a sound that was both amused and aroused by my response. His teeth found their way to my neck, nipping and licking my skin with a need that made my spine tingle.

“My angel… my temptress,” he whispered between bites before sucking a small mark into my flesh, his fingers gripping my hips tightly. “My savior…. My sinner” I coo, tangling my fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. His grip on my hips tightened, his fingers sure to leave imprints of his desire, his touch turning almost possessive. He trailed a line of kisses along my jawline until he reached my ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin at the base of my earlobe.

“Your demon,” he murmured hotly, his voice low and heavy with need. His stubble brushed against my skin, the sensation sending sparks racing down my spine. “my demon” I purr softly into his ear. His fingers dug into my flesh even harder, his breathing growing more ragged as his hunger intensified. I could feel the heat radiating off him as his mouth found its way to mine, his kiss needy and demanding.

He lifted me with ease, his arm circling around my frame to pull me flush against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom. His hands were everywhere, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “You know… demon….. I love seeing you hang out with your friends… makes me want you more than I already do” I kiss his chin.

His hands gripped my thighs tightly, a wicked smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. He walked us over to the bed, and with a swift move, he tossed me down onto the sheets, the impact making me bounce as I landed. He leaned over me, his arms caging me in, his body shadowing mine as he held himself above me, his eyes dark with intention. "Are you telling me I should hang out with them more often?"

“Only if I can cook the dinners…” I smirk. I know he loves when I cook him food and especially for his friends. He flashed a roguish grin, clearly amused by the suggestion. "Your cooking does sound tempting," he murmured, his fingers grazing over my stomach. He leaned down, his mouth hovering over the sensitive skin of my neck, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Perhaps I could invite them over for more evenings, under the condition that you cook for us all." He took a moment to playfully nibble on my skin, his teeth grazing lightly. “As long as when you eat you save room for me as your desert”

A low chuckle rumbled through him, the sound of it thick with desire. "Ah, so I'm only good for a nighttime snack, eh?" he murmured against my skin, his voice holding a hint of teasing. His mask was bunched up around his mouth now, offering a tantalizing glimpse of his parted lips and the heat in his eyes. “Mmmmmm… all the time….” I correct him.

His teeth found my earlobe, nipping at it softly before releasing it with a flick of his tongue. The heat in his eyes flared, his gaze roaming hungrily over my body. “And I must say you are a tasty delicacy that I can never get enough of,” he murmured hotly in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. His hands were everywhere, touching and exploring, as he claimed my mouth in a searing kiss.

My fingers found their way back to his shaggy hair on the nape of his neck.. “Sii… baby…” I whimper. His fingers traced a path down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His mouth followed suit, planting tender kisses down my neck and chest. "You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured hotly against my skin, his voice thick with need. Slowly, but surely, he continued showering me with kisses lower and lower. “Is.. that.. so..?” I ask breathlessly as he continues to trail kisses down to my belly.

As he reached my exposed belly, he let out a low groan, his hands finding purchase on my hips to keep me steady. His lips peppered along my abdomen, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “You drive me insane,” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough with hunger. “Can’t get enough of you.” Slowly, he kissed his way lower toward where I needed him most. “Then take all you want my love” I hold onto his hair as if my life depended on it. His fingers slipped past the waistband of my pants, tugging them lower until he could push them all the way down. He paused for a brief moment, his breathing ragged as he took in my disheveled form.

“Just be careful what you wish for,” he warned huskily before he buried his face in my most sensitive area, his mouth worshipping my body. I couldn’t form coherent words, I’d be lying if I said I responded to Simon in anything but moans and whimpers. He took his time with me, lavishing me with his mouth, his tongue flicking and swirling as he brought me closer and closer. He was relentless in his fervor, spurred onward by each moan and gasp. He knew his way around my body so well, every spot he touched set my skin ablaze.

“Simon….Jesus……I’m……gonna….ohhhhhhh” I cry out. He chuckled against me, his fingers digging into my thighs as I shattered beneath his touch. The heat of his breath sent shivers down my spine as he drew his head back, his eyes dark and sparkling with desire. “Did you really think I’d let you off that easy?” he murmured lustfully, his tongue flicking out again to sample me. “I…kno-know…you… w-won’t” I shudder as my body shakes a little with the after effects he’s having on me.

He watched me with a self-satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the way my body responded to him. He didn’t wait for me to recover, his fingers tracing patterns along my thighs and stomach. “Such a perfect little thing you are,” he crooned, his voice filled with a possessiveness that only fueled my desire even more. “I’m going to take care of you, darling.”

“Mmmmm” I purr happily as he’s reduced me to a mush. “Sii… you’re soo good at that… I will never get tired of your tongue” I add to my purrs as he comes back up to eye level… I kiss him, my tongue lingering and dancing with his.

His hands tangled in my hair, holding my head steady as he reciprocated my kisses with his own heated fervor. "And you taste sinful," he murmured hotly against my lips, his voice thick with need. "I can never get enough of your taste, darling." His hands roamed over my body, claiming me all over again. “I guess it’s a good thing we are getting married then… isn’t it?” I ask peppering his cheeks with kisses. He let out a low chuckle, his heart swelling with love under my affection. His hand found its way to my chin, tilting my head back so my eyes met his swirling ones.

“A very good thing,” he murmured affectionately, his thumb brushing over my lips. “I wouldn’t want to risk letting you find someone who doesn’t kiss that sinful taste off your lips." His fingers traced a path down my body, his touch lingering on my skin. “My perfect demon… taking all his angel’s sin…. Mmmmmmm…” I murmur before pulling his lips back onto mine for slow, deep kisses. He pulled me against him, his body molding to mine flawlessly, as he parted my lips with his tongue.

His fingers still tangled in my hair, holding my head steady as he kissed me deeply, his tongue seeking its way into my mouth. There was a need in his touch, a passion that made my body shiver with desire. I willingly let him devour me from within, submitting fully to his sinful ministrations.

His lips are gentle against mine, but there’s an urgency behind them. I gently remove the rest of his balaclava from his face… “I wanted better access to your hair” I giggle against his lips as he grumbles a “what was that for” in protest. He allowed me to remove his mask, his expression softening when he noticed my desire for access to his hair.

"It's only fair that I get equal access to your hair too," he murmured affectionately, his hands finding their way to my hair. He gently grasped a handful of the red strands, his fingers teasing the locks playfully. "Besides... I need to make sure it's always in perfect condition for me to play with." He flashed a roguish grin, his eyes glinting mischievously. “That’s why I keep my hair long for you my love” I scrunch my nose. A low chuckle rumbled through him as he leaned in to nuzzle his nose against my own. He gently kissed the tip of my nose, his fingers tugging lightly on my hair. “And you know I love how playful the red locks can look when you have them down. It’s like a visual representation of your fiery spirit,” he murmured affectionately, his eyes tracing over my features. “You’re perfect for me, in every way.”

“And you’re perfect for me in every way Simon” I reassure him and I lean to kiss his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut at the feel of my lips pressing against his cheek, a content sigh escaping his lips. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer as he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck. “I’m a lucky man,” he murmured affectionately, his breath ghosting over my skin. “My beautiful angel...all mine.”

“And I’m a very lucky woman… my handsome devil” I coo. His teeth latched onto my shoulder, biting gently before releasing the flesh from his grip. He trailed kisses up to my earlobe, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

”My delicious little sinner,” he whispered in my ear, his voice low and sensual. His hands glided down my body, claiming me as his own. ”The most perfect being in the entire world."

“Mmmmmm” I melt at his touch, malleable for him to bend at his will. He continued to shower me with kisses and bites, leaving his mark on my skin as if to prove I was all his. When he leaned away to look at me, his eyes were filled with a desire that was almost sinful. “Such a beautiful sight,” he whispered hotly, his eyes roving over my body with a possessive hunger. His touch continued to play over my skin, his fingers dancing over my flesh, stirring my desire. I smirk at his compliment… reaching my hand up to caress his stubble covered cheek. “I love your stubble darling..” I giggle gently. He let out a chuckle, turning his face into my hand. He nuzzled his nose against my palm, his stubble rubbing against my skin.

“And I love how it makes you writhe when I nuzzle my face against your sensitive spots,” he teased, his voice low and seductive. He caught my wrist, gently pinning it down as he nibbled on the skin. “Me too…” I purr looking up at him through my eyelashes. His eyes never left mine, a wicked gleam in them as he slowly, but surely, crawled over me. He pinned me onto the bed, his body hovering over mine, a smirk tugging at his lips. "And I love how my stubble makes you gasp as I trail my mouth down your body."

“Mmmm” my eyes close at the thought… this man is a dream come true, insatiably obsessed with me… He dipped his head low, his mouth finding my sensitive skin as he left a trail of kisses along my neck. His teeth found purchase on the hollow of my collarbone, nibbling and suckling on the skin as he continued his path down my body.

"And how you shudder and shake when you feel my stubble tickling along your skin." His voice was a low, sultry rasp as he continued to mark a trail down my exposed flesh.“You….. Simon…… my darliing…..” I whimper with my hands holding his hair. A low, possessive growl escaped his lips when my fingers tangled in his hair. His tongue flicked over the sensitive marks he left in his wake, his fingers tracing circles over my inner thighs. “And how you arch your back and call my name in that sweet, sultry voice…” he murmured hotly in my ear, nipping at my earlobe. “Like this?” I ask innocently as I arch my back, pushing my chest and torso into his chest as he hovered his body over mine. And I lowered my gaze to his chest then I looked back into his eyes, “*Siiiiimooooonnn” I whimper out in a sweet and smooth voice.

He let out another low groan, a possessive hunger shining in his eyes as my body pressed into his. His hands found their way to my thighs, holding onto them with a grip that would surely leave behind marks of their own. "That's it, darling….I will never get tired of hearing you say my name like that." he growled lowly against my skin as he nipped at the sensitive flesh beneath my chin.

“I’ll never…. Get tired…. Of saying your……. Name” I say through bated breath. He claimed my mouth, his tongue slipping past my parted lips as he deepened the kiss into something more possessive. His mouth trailed down to my neck, his stubble rubbing against my sensitive flesh. "My perfect, sinful, seductive little angel…" he whispered heatedly against my skin, his teeth nipping gently at my collarbone.

I smile as he returns his lips to mine for a brief moment. “My sweetheart, protector, possessive demon and my doting lover” I whisper back to him. His eyes locked with mine, filled with a burning passion that set my skin aflame. He leaned down, his mouth hovering over my ear as he whispered, his voice thick with need and love mixed. “You have no idea how much I want you right now…” he murmured hotly, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. His stubble tickled the skin by my ear as he moved to press kisses along my jawline.

“I have a sort of an idea of how much you want me” I whisper and I reach down to his waist. He let out a sharp gasp as soon as my fingers found his waist. His grip around my thighs tightened for a brief moment, his body tensing at my touch. A hungry rumble escaped his lips, his hands grasping my hips firmly, his fingers digging into the skin as he held me in place.

“Careful what you wish for, darling…” he chuckled lowly in my ear as he nibbled on my earlobe. I unbutton his pants, leaving the zipper up. “I’m wishing for it….. make my wish come true?” I coo.

A low groan escaped him as my hands began unbuttoning his pants, his body quivering with anticipation. His thumb traced circles over my skin as he leaned down, his mouth finding my neck, his teeth grazing over my pulse.“Oh, darling…You’re making it extremely hard for me to hold back,” he said with a low, warning growl.“I don’t want you to hold back Sii.. I want you to ravish me” I say with a voice mixed with pleasure and pleading.

His breathing was ragged, his eyes darkened with a passion that was bordering on feral. A low, possessive growl escaped him as he pressed his body down into mine, pinning me underneath him.

"You don’t have to ask me twice," he murmured hotly in my ear, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. His mouth claimed mine in a heated, possessive kiss.

[it-is-i-zim]

Fellas? We ain't okay over here.

[hyunebunx]

˖˙ ᰋ ── pies and cuddles can fix anyone

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: happy lix day!! this is a reupload but rewritten so it's better. enjoy <3

There was nothing Felix loved more in the world than moments like these. Sure, traveling was nice, getting to see sights he’s only ever dreamed of but his favorite destination would always be here with you, in your cozy little apartment he knew like the back of his hand. Home, his favorite place to come back to would always be home to you. Back to being surrounded by your specific smell that he couldn’t fall asleep without and your comforting touch, he longed for 24/7 – nothing could ever come close to that for him. Especially when you were both engaged in his favorite hobby and dressed in matching pajamas.

“Felix, come here.”

Your sweet voice had him complying instantly, abandoning the hot chocolate to be by your side in a heartbeat. Turning to face him with the biggest smile, Felix felt himself falling in love all over again as you brought the wooden spoon to his lips while stepping closer.

“Taste this and tell me if it needs anything else. And be honest!”

With a nod, he opened his mouth to do as told, eyes closing briefly to savor the taste. Apples, caramelized apples for your pie to be exact. Nothing could feel more like autumn than that.

He had a child-like smile on his freckled face once he opened his eyes again, visibly pleased, “I think it’s delicious as always, Y/n. It doesn’t need anything else.”

The way your eyes lit up at his praise had him chuckling, your happiness contagious. That’s why he couldn’t contain himself as he moved to engulf your form in a warm hug from behind, squeezing tightly while his chin rested on your shoulder.

“Okay, thanks.” You nodded, one of your hands moving to intertwine your fingers on your stomach where his rested, “To the oven it goes then.”

But you didn’t make any attempt to move – on the contrary, you leaned back to melt into his warm embrace as he started to pepper innocent kisses all over your cheek and neck. That continued for a minute more before Felix swiftly turned your body around to face him, successfully caging you between the counter and himself.

Leaning in, he rubbed his nose against yours affectionately, “You know, the pie won’t bake by itself, my love.”

“Just five more minutes.” Your voice came out whispered as you stood there, basking in the love your boyfriend was currently showering you with. A deep laugh escaped him at your response, placing a kiss on both of your cheeks and forehead before pulling away slightly.

“You only say that when I dare wake you up without giving you cuddles first. We’re baking right now, Y/n.”

You nodded again and moved to wrap your arms around his middle, resting your head against his chest right where his heart was, “Yes so don’t wake me up. I don’t want you to disappear.”

His eyes softened at the double meaning behind your words, a pang of guilt suddenly hitting him in full force. No matter how far away he was, Felix was never going to leave nor forget you, not when his heart always brought him back to the only place that felt like home. The red string of fate that connected you could never allow that.

“This isn’t a dream, baby,” he placed a kiss on the crown of your head, words murmured against your hair, “I’m right here and I'll always be.”

You were well aware of that but some reassurance never hurt anybody.

“I know. I’m just afraid of you disappearing because you’re way too good to be true. Like an angel without its wings, trapped on this planet to make things more bearable.”

Felix laughed, the sound causing you to do so as well as he buried his face in your hair to hide his embarrassment. Flustering your boyfriend was always so fulfilling. Making an angel laugh must count for something, right? There must a gauge that once filled will grant you eternal happiness.

Not like you were too interested, you already had that with Felix by your side.

“Shut up.” He murmured against your neck, the gesture causing goosebumps to appear all over your skin. “Put the pie in the oven and let’s go cuddle already. Even the hot chocolate is cold by now.”

[mommypieck]

𑄽୧ on the phone with yuuji𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 29: *y/n attached one photo*!!!

✯⁠ yuuji itadori x reader

✯⁠ warnings: phone sex, sending pictures, masturbation, fingering

He didn't mean to look, he tells himself over and over. Yuuji was over at your house earlier today, and he accidentally saw some questionable photos in your camera roll. He never thought you were the type to take these kinds of pictures, but he has to admit, you were so pretty.

Your body was clad in dark green lingerie as you posed for the camera. One photo stuck to him more than others, a photo of you on your bed with open legs in the air. Although he couldn't see your face, he had a good view of your panty-clad pussy and boobs.

Maybe you were forced to take these pictures, he thinks to himself, deciding to talk with you about it. He feels nervous as he grabs the phone to text you.

me : hi y/n, we need to talk

Great start, he thinks. Now he sounds like a best friend trying to confess his feelings. But in reality, it's exactly what he is. It doesn't take long before his phone dings.

y/n 🐱: hiiii yuujiiii, what's the matter?"

of course, you would use multiple i's in hi. It makes his heart melt. He wonders what exactly he should type.

me: i saw some pictures on your phone. are you okay?

Your heart jumps. The photos you took were for your crush, but he didn't enjoy them as much. You feel embarrassed that your best friend saw them. But in the end, it's not a big deal.

me: do you like them yuuji? <3

You like teasing boys. They always get so flustered and cute. It takes Yuuji several minutes to answer.

yuuji-boo: yes

me: call me

"Hello." your pretty face comes on the phone screen, making him blush deeply. You're in that same green lingerie from before as you batt your eyelashes to the camera. Yuuji feels like he's about to faint, his cock slowly getting hard.

"You don't have to feel bad about seeing these pictures." you smile at him. Your smile is contagious, and he can't help but return the smile.

"Y-you look pretty." he stutters over his words, he can't even look you in the eyes. Yuuji has always been the sweetest boy you have ever met, and maybe a little part of you enjoys that he's seen you naked.

"Do you wanna see more?" you tease him, putting on that cute pout you do. He feels his heart skip a beat. Of course, he wants to see those pictures, but why are you so willing to show him?

"Why?" he squeaks, making you laugh. He really is the cutest.

"Because I like you," you whisper, giggling as you do so. It's now or never, yuuji thinks. He's pretty sure you're not joking with him, and if he has the chance to see you naked, he's gonna take it.

"Okay. I wanna see more."

"Touch yourself for me, I'm gonna do the same." you roll on your back, angling your phone so that he can see most of your body. Your hand travels down your panties before you tease your clit. His only desire right now is for you to take them off. he wants to see that pretty pussy.

You might as well read his thoughts because you take them off in the next second. Now, the only thing hidden from his eyes is your boobs. His mouth salivates at the thought of sucking on them.

Taken back by your body, he doesn't realize he's been stroking himself over his pants. He shoves his hand down his underwear, gripping his cock. Yuuji is not sure if he should give you a show too, but he sets his phone on the bed when he sees you looking him straight in the eyes, your tongue lolled out.

"Oh my god." he moans, stroking himself harder. The faces you are making are a sight for his sore eyes, and not talking about the noises.

He swears he dies when you pull your bra down and let your boobs be free. They are better than he imagined. He's a certified ass guy, but those things might change his mind.

You tease your opening before letting two of your fingers slide inside of your pussy. Suddenly the room fills with your juices squeaking, almost telling him to bury his face in between. He wants to taste you so bad.

Yuuji feels close. It's been a few minutes since the call started, and he's already on the edge of cumming. It's truly embarrassing.

"Let's cum together," you say, adding another finger to the two. Tears start gathering in Yuuji's eyes as he tries to stop his orgasm. You can see that he's close, but you like teasing him too much to let him know.

"Are you close?" he asks you, and you giggle. Oh, that poor boy. Your palm bumps perfectly on your clit while your fingers hit your g spot. You know it won't be long before you cum too.

"You can cum if you want to." thank you, thank you so much, he thinks. A moan drills out of his mouth as he cums all over his hand. Some of staining the sheets.

Yuuji's moans are what tip you over the edge, and you cum on your fingers. His eyes go wide when you pull out your fingers, and they are all covered in your juices.

"I hope this won't affect our friendship," you tell him after both of you calm down. yuuji smiles at you. he really enjoyed this.

"No, it won't. But I want you to send me more pictures."

That won't be a problem.

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[fishii-writes]

physical touch - osamu dazai

flufftober 2024 - week 1 | flufftober masterlist

paring: dazai x gn!reader

cw: not proofread, very short, dazai is lovesick, dazai is also sick, reader is a lil mean but all in good heart, just taking care of a (love)sick man <3

a/n: one of my shortest fics!! and i'm very happy with it :3 hope you enjoy, i finished the chuuya fic and this fic in the same day what 😭 this was scheduled to be posted the next day so no double posting </3

word count: 360

“come baackkkk!!” dazai’s voice strains as he whines for you, his beloved partner, to come back to bed. that is, if you were there with him before that. as much as you wish you were in his arms, he’s sick. and it’s contagious, but you’re taking care of him since you know the idiot would continue to neglect his health.

“no, dear. you’re sick. if we both get sick, who will take care of you?” you respond in a somewhat tired tone, a sign starting and ending your statements. dazai merely whines out again.

“but what if we were sick togetherrrr? wouldn’t that be so romantic?” he giggles to himself like a lovesick teenager, even though he’s anything but. well, maybe he’s a lovesick individual, but still.

you sigh for what’s probably the hundredth time today. in the past hour, even. you sit down beside him on the bed, one hand holding a tray with some things on it, and the other resting on his head.

“you’re really something, y’know? and no, it wouldn’t be romantic to be sick together. stupid.” your fingers tangle within his messy hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp in hopes to ease the pressure on his head from his sickness. you can hear him hum in contentment, a soft smile on his lips. it’s a refreshing sight, compared to his usual cocky smirk. nevertheless, he just wants to be loved.

and you can respect that. you do respect that.

you shuffle closer, letting him rest his head on your lap. you keep massaging his scalp, until his body doesn’t look or feel as stiff. you lean down enough to catch a glimpse of his face for a moment, expecting to see him looking right back at you. but for what seems like the first time in the past week he’s been ill, he’s asleep. his lashes rest again his cheeks, not strained nor forced. it looks natural, he looks carefree for once. that’s a change you’re more than glad to see.

“sleep well, love.” you press a soft his to his forehead, continuing to massage his scalp with what he calls, your “magical touch”.

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[xxspringmelodyxx]

Satoru sat nervously at a corner table in the quaint café, fiddling with his coffee cup as he stole glances at the girl across from him. She was animatedly discussing her favorite book, her eyes sparkling with passion. Satoru found himself captivated by her enthusiasm, her words weaving a tapestry of imagination and wonder.

Yet, amidst her lively chatter, Satoru couldn’t shake the lingering feeling of your absence. Your memory lingered like a ghost in the air, casting a shadow over his newfound happiness. He tried to push aside the guilt that gnawed at him, but it clung to him like a stubborn shadow.

Certain things the girl did, her mannerisms, her laughter, it all reminded him of you. His mind began to drift back to memories of you – your laughter echoing in the corners of his mind, the soft touch of your hand, the warmth of your embrace, your gentle kisses, all of it. He could still hear the sound of your voice, gentle and soothing, like a melody that once filled his days with joy.

The girl’s laughter interrupted his reverie, drawing him back to the present. She smiled at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she leaned forward, her enthusiasm contagious. “Isn’t it amazing?” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement. “The way words can transport you to another world?”

Satoru nodded, offering a faint smile in return. “Yeah, it’s… it’s incredible,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He wanted to immerse himself in her enthusiasm, to lose himself in the magic of her words. But a part of him couldn’t shake the feeling that he was betraying you, that he was moving on too soon.

The girl tilted her head, her gaze softening as she studied him. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice gentle and concerned. “You seem… distant.”

Satoru forced a smile, trying to push aside the turmoil churning inside him. “I’m fine,” he replied, his voice barely concealing the tremor of uncertainty. “Just… lost in thought, I guess.”

Suddenly, after he spoke those six words, it was as if everything went still, like time stopped completely. Satoru didn’t seem to notice, his eyes still locked on his coffee cup. That was until he heard a voice he never thought he would hear again.

”Hello, my love~” You said, your voice echoing throughout the room.

Satoru’s gaze swiftly shifted, and there, across from him, he beheld your apparition seated beside the girl. Your eyes, brimming with love and understanding, met his, casting a spectral presence amidst the ordinary ambiance of the café. You appeared like an angel descended from above, adorned with a radiant glow enveloping your form, your hair and eyes as resplendent as he remembered. Truly, you were ethereal in every sense.

Your presence was unmistakable, your soul reaching out to him across the void to deliver a message of love and acceptance.

Satoru's breath caught in his throat as he looked into your eyes, not sure how this was happening. But all he knew was that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, your presence a bittersweet reminder of the love he had lost and the pain that still lingered within him.

He reached out a trembling hand, wanting to touch you, to feel the warmth of your presence one last time. Tears welled in Satoru’s eyes as he whispered your name, a prayer on his lips. “Y/n…”

You smiled up at him, holding your hand out for him to grab. His fingers quickly laced with yours, a warm and comforting feeling running all through his body as he felt your touch once more.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you, my sweet Toru~” You spoke softly, caressing his face from across the table.

Tears were overflowing his face, his heart breaking every second that passed as he felt you.

”Wh-what are you doing here? H-How are you even here?” He questioned, but you just bring his hand up to your lips, giving him a quick peck.

”Do not worry about that, my love. There are other important matters I want to talk to you about before I take my leave.” You finished, caressing your thumb over the back of his hand.

”Leave? No, please, don’t leave me again, Y/n. I…I can’t live without you. I miss you so much.” He begged, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled softly at him, a soft chuckle emitting from your lips. ”I will never leave you, Toru,” you replied, your smile never faltering. “I’ll always be with you, in your heart and in your memories. And wherever you go, whatever you do, I’ll be watching over you, guiding you along the way.”

Your presence lingered, even as Satoru’s attention turned back to the girl sitting across from him. He couldn’t help but notice how her eyes sparkled with genuine warmth and kindness, how her laughter filled the air with joy. And yet, despite her charms, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she paled in comparison to you.

As he looked back at you, your hands still intertwined, he felt a pang of guilt wash over him. How could he move on with someone else when his heart still belonged to you?

“She seems nice,” you spoke, your voice soft and gentle.

Satoru nodded, his throat tightening with emotion. “She is, but she’s nothing like you, Y/n. I…I think I need to cut ties with her before it’s too late. I can’t imagine going out with someone else who isn’t you,” he admitted, tears still falling down his face.

You smiled again, your touch like a soothing balm on his wounded heart. Gently, you leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss against his tear-stained cheek.

“Toru,” you whispered, your voice filled with love and understanding. “It’s okay to let go. It’s okay to find happiness again, even if it’s in someone else’s arms. I want you to be happy, more than anything in this world. I mean, It’s been five years since I’ve passed…it’s time for you to embrace the life that awaits you. You deserve to be happy, to find love and joy once more.”

Satoru shook his head, unable to accept the truth of your words. “But how can I move on without you? You were everything to me, Y/n. Without you, I’m lost.”

Your smile softened, a gentle reassurance in your eyes. “You were and still are my everything too, Toru. But love is not confined to the boundaries of this world. It transcends time and space, connecting us in ways that defy understanding.”

As your words sank in, Satoru felt a glimmer of hope flicker to life within him. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to honor your memory while still embracing the future that lay ahead.

“But what if I forget you?” he whispered, his voice tinged with fear.

You shook your head, giggling a bit, your hand tightening around his. “You could never forget me, Toru. I will always be a part of you, woven into the fabric of your being. And no matter where life takes you, my love will always be there to guide you.”

Satoru’s heart ached at your words, torn between his longing for you and his desire to move forward. But as he looked into your eyes, he saw nothing but love and acceptance, a silent blessing for the path he had yet to tread.

“I wish it didn’t have to be this way, my love. But I cannot change what has happened. What I can do is help you find your peace. And help you realize that no matter what, I will be waiting for you on the other side with open arms when its your time. But for now,” You began, slowly fading away, your form dissolving into the stillness that surrounded them. You grabbed his face and looked deep into his eyes, going in for one last kiss.

“It’s time to move on and be happy again~”

Satoru watched you go, his heart heavy with sorrow yet buoyed by a newfound sense of peace.

”I love you, Y/n~” He whispered as he felt your hand disappear.

”I love you, my Toru. Forever and always~” You finished as you finally disappeared into thin air.

After your ethereal presence faded away, leaving Satoru with a bittersweet ache in his heart, the world around him slowly began to stir back to life. Time resumed its steady march forward, the hustle and bustle of the café gradually filling the air once more.

Satoru blinked, his gaze drifting from the empty space where you had been sitting to the girl across from him. She watched him with concern, her eyes reflecting the warmth and compassion that had drawn him to her in the first place.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft with genuine concern.

Satoru nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah," he replied, his voice steady. "Yeah, I think I am."

And with those words, he reached out to her, his hand finding hers in the space between them.

As they talked, the café buzzed with life around them, the clink of cups and the murmur of conversation blending into a comforting backdrop. And in that moment, Satoru realized that he wasn’t just sharing a cup of coffee with a girl – he was opening his heart to the possibility of a new beginning.

And as they sat there, hands entwined, Satoru realized that he wasn't just letting go of his grief – he was embracing the possibility of a future filled with love and happiness, guided by the memory of the one he had lost but never forgotten.

He looked out the window, seeing your figure once more with a bright smile on your face as you saw him learning to move on.

“Until we meet again, my love~” You whispered, disappearing back to the afterlife.

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Currently crying and throwing up after writing this T.T

[honeygrahambitch]

"Since laryngitis is not contagious I told Will he should definitely come to work today. Especially now that the Ripper dropped a body. He doesn't need to talk much. He can do his thing and then write a report on it." Jack explained to Hannibal as they arrived at the crime scene. "No one gets hurt and we get even closer to catching the Ripper."

"It's quite cold today." Hannibal commented as a tiny snow flake landed on his palm. "Will agreed I suppose?"

"He did, yes. But we have only been texting so I am not sure what state he actually is in."

Will was already there, next to Beverly, looking around the crime scene, examining something in particular. He was so focused that he didn't even hear Hannibal and Jack.

"Will." Hannibal greeted him. To that Will and Beverly turned to them.

"Will can't speak. Like, at all. I am doing the talking for him today." Beverly explained. Will rolled his eyes helplessly. "He is not thrilled about it but I can do a pretty good job."

"He definitely should not force himself." Hannibal agreed, frowning in concern. If Will was not making any effort to talk then it definitely meant his voice was gone. His usual strategy of ignoring any symptoms he would have did not work in this case.

Jack sighed loudly, probably understanding that Will should have indeed stayed home to rest instead of standing outside in negative temperatures.

"He wants to say that your coat looks majestic, Dr. Lecter." Beverly commented. "Jack, I'm not allowed to say what Will thinks about you at this very moment. I really want to keep my job."

Will didn't protest to any of the things Beverly said and pulled out a little bottle of pills. Hannibal was wondering if Will knew that aspirin won't help that much with getting back his voice. Was his throat sore as well? Probably. Will wouldn't complain about stuff like that even when his voice was perfectly fine.

Hannibal wished he would know that kind of things.

He wished Will would allow him to care for him.

That is why as soon as they were done with the crime scene, he asked Will to get into his car instead of Beverly's. He wanted to open his mouth to protest but the stern look on Hannibal's stern expression made him abandon his attempt to force his larynx.

As soon as they arrived at Hannibal's place, he started making some tea in a navy blue kettle.

"Ginger and chamomile tea does wonders for a sore throat." He explained as Will followed him with his eyes around the kitchen.

Will felt partially powerless and partially grateful. He could admit to himself that other than popping pills, he usually did nothing about feeling sick. He mostly took medication to function at work, he wouldn't need those at home.

"Thank you." He whispered.

Hannibal felt something warm inside himself at hearing his voice for the first time that day.

"You should have told- well, wrote Jack that you are too sick to work, Will. Just so you know, I'm not expecting you for our therapy session tomorrow." Hannibal said as he moved the cattle away from the electric stove.

"No, I can do it." Will whispered a bit louder and coughed immediately after.

"Therapy implies having conversations. And by canceling your appointment I don't mean that I don't want to see you tomorrow. You should definitely come here for dinner." Hannibal went on while pouring tea in two cups. "Sitting with you in silence is not something that I dread."

Will smiled at that. When it came to the two of them, silence was indeed not an obstacle. There was always something to project and something to observe.

Hannibal added a generous spoon of honey in Will's cup and none in his own.

Will opened his mouth to say something more but he coughed again. Hannibal passed him a note book and a pen.

"We can pass notes."

"How romantic" Will wrote to that, earning a genuine smile from Hannibal. Then he kept on writing and then handed the notebook back Hannibal.

"Since I can't talk and you insist on having me around I can finally do what you've been asking me for ages."

"And what have I been asking you for ages?" Hannibal asked curiously as he gave Will the notebook.

"You can draw me in your sketchbook and I promise not to move or make any comment about how boring it is." He wrote back and raised his eyebrows, watching Hannibal's expression as he was reading his words.

"Are you sure?" Hannibal asked trying to conceal his excitement behind a satisfied expression. He was already picturing each pencil or charcoal he could use.

Will nodded.

[lixie-phoria]

[10.0 americano fiasco] BETTER THAN REVENGE !

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you would have thought that the campus walk ways would be empty considering the match that was about to start in less than fifteen minutes, everyone eager to get a good seat, but it's surprisingly crowded as you and hyunjin walk down the old, cobbled path.

"-and then changbin fell down smack on his ass. funniest thing that's ever happened during practice," hyunjin finishes his story, throwing his head back to laugh. "i wish we got that on camera."

the wind is cold, kissing your skin as it pushes back your hair, and you're slightly concerned at your friend's insistence to drink his iced americano despite the weather.

"you will never let him live it down, will you?"

"of course not!"

hyunjin's excitement is contagious, because you find yourself laughing along as he skips ahead, forcing you to take bigger steps too.

"sometimes i feel bad for him. but then i remember how he keeps stealing my protein powder!"

right. of course. every few days you are reminded your best friend is only a man whose brain is hard wired into thinking about two things - the gym and girls. specifically in that order.

"and-" here hyunjin stumbles over a crack on the ground, squealing a bit.

"careful or you're going to be the one falling on your ass."

he rolls his eyes playfully at your poke, correcting himself and removing the skip from his step before falling into line with you.

"anyways so-"

"hyunjin!"

you halt, turning back to see jeongin jogging down the path towards the pair of you.

"chan hyung said you should come back for some final strategy discussions!"

you hear your best friend groan beside you.

"we've discussed our plan a million times before!" he all but whines, stomping his leg like a toddler. "why does he want to go over it again?"

"not our choice, is it? the coach said we have to."

you pat hyunjin's arm as he slouches in defeat.

"it's fine hyune. i should probably go get a seat too or all the good ones will be taken."

"sure," he mumbles, spinning on one foot to sharply turn towards you. "bye-"

you see it happen in slow motion - hyunjin's mouth opening to finish his sentence when a large body collides into him from the back, sending the boy stumbling into you.

but you feel it before you see it - ice cold americano splashing all across the front of your white top, soaking the fabric and diffusing through it in a few seconds.

"sorry!"

you faintly hear a foreign voice apologize, their figure walking ahead without stopping to clearly notice the damage they had just caused.

"holy shit," jeongin whispers, wide eyes looking between you and hyunjin, who is also frozen in his spot, hand slapped across his mouth.

"that bitch."

the culprit is long gone, melting into the sea of people ahead, and you're still too scared to look down and see exactly how much of the drink had landed on you. but you can see hyunjin's now empty cup that had been filled nearly to the brim only a few seconds ago.

"yn-" hyunjin's voice is only a whisper, and from the horror painting his face you would have thought he had seen a ghost. "shit, i'm so sorry-"

"no time for that," jeongin interrupts, recovering first, and you turn to look at him. "hyunjin did you carry an extra t-shirt or sweatshirt with you?"

the boy shakes his head.

"just your luck," jeongin mutters as he shakes his head. "i have my spare jersey from last year. yn you can borrow that."

it's like a switch goes off in hyunjin's head as he stands straight, his horror slowly morphing into annoyance.

"that won't be necessary-"

"do you want her to freeze to death?"

"well obviously not-"

"then there's no time to waste."

"why can't we ask chan hyung or someone for their jersey? maybe-"

"i have my bag with me right now. do you want to go back to the lockers and explain to hyung what you were doing drinking an ice cold americano ten minutes before a match?"

hyunjin's mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, searching for something to say before he slumps in defeat.

"yn are you fine with this?"

you shrug. you really didn't have a choice.

you didn't want to agree seeing the miserable look on your best friend's face, but the drink was really starting to soak through the cloth and the cold it brought was not welcomed by your bones. you could feel the goose bumps lining your skin.

and so you find yourself accepting the jersey from jeongin, trying to reassure hyunjin it wasn't his fault. but the boy wouldn't even meet your eyes.

"thanks jeongin."

he flashes you a reassuring smile before pulling hyunjin and the two are on their way, leaving you to walk to the washrooms alone.

and it isn't until you're in one of the stalls that you really realize it's jeongin's jersey, and it has his name printed on it in big bold letters.

oh.

it's jeongin's jersey, and it smells like him - the same pepper and vanilla mix you had caught on to the at the party.

it's jeongin's jersey, and it falls around you perfectly, but it's nowhere near as nice as it would look on him - highlighting all those muscles you had felt that night.

it's jeongin's jersey, and you're wearing it at his game, something you once used to do for yeonjun.

it's jeongin's jersey, and-

shut up!

you have to physically slap yourself, shaking your head as the sting spreads across your skin.

something was wrong with you. this wasn't that big of a deal. he was just helping you out. he probably doesn't even care.

yeah. he doesn't even care. that's right. it's okay, you shouldn't be flustered about it either, you think, shoving your own top into your bag and marching out determinedly. you were not going to let yang jeongin and his nice smelling jersey cloud your thoughts.

you were here for hyunjin today. he would have your full attention. you were going to support him and then go for lunch without thinking about-

"for fucks sake watch where you're going!"

you yelp in surprise as you face plant into a hard body, stumbling back in shock. it really wasn't a good day for you.

"i'm so sorr-"

"yn?"

you freeze.

no way.

"what are you doing here?"

no fucking way.

"...yeonjun?"

he's right there. in front of you. hair slightly tousled from when you crashed into him and eyes wide as he stares at you.

"yeonjun what-"

he saves you from your rambling by stepping closer, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"what are you doing?"

"is that yang jeongin's jersey?"

of course he noticed.

you want to turn right back around, dig your grave, and bury yourself alive.

"yn. are you fucking wearing jeongin's jersey right now?"

"no?"

you wish you were six feet under the ground.

"stop lying-"

"bye! gotta go!"

you push him aside, running down to occupy the first empty seat you see in the crowd of spectators, losing the boy somewhere at the back.

fuck. your. life.

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[keeponquinning]

okay but.

here with me reader would try and get Joe to do the orange test, you know the one that was running rampant on tiktok where the s/o's would get their people to peel an orange for them, to test them. she would have the camera on her, of course, bc privacy and after would ask if he'd be okay with her posting it. 18+ rpf, sexual innuendos and mentions. smooching. minors dni or be kicked.

but anyway he would. you'd just be like, "Ugh."

Joe, being on his phone not posting on social media of any kind, turning his head, going, "Hm? What's that, then?"

"I have a dilemma."

Thinking it's serious, drops his phone and turns his body towards you. "No idea if I can help, but..." Knitting his brows, "What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, you let out a sigh. "...I really want an orange."

Seeing that it's not as serious as he feared, his lips purse, eyes lighting up with amusement, "Oh?" he says, on the breaking edge of a laugh. "That's... I think we have some."

"I know we do."

"... Okay."

"....I don't want to peel it, though." Throwing him a pitiful pout while she's at it.

His brows raised, "Oh. Oh, I see." His lips stretch across his face in a smile, "That's... Yeah, that is a dilemma. That's...way up there. I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me, that's.." The camera catches you letting out a soft scoff. "That just shows me how much trust you have in me, I'm very touched by that." Giving away to a giggle, shaking his head, "Okay," he lets out, heading toward the fridge, "You're cute when you're ridiculous, you know."

At that, you give in to a true laugh, looking at him as he pulls an orange out, "Wait, what are you doing?"

He scoffed, looking at you as if you suddenly grew a whole other head. "Peeling an orange for you, obviously! Come on, like I'm not?" Going to the counter, reaching into the drawer and getting a knife.

"Oh, I wanted it peeled--"

"Don't, don't..." his lips quirked into a smile, shaking his head, slashing at the skin, just enough to give him a good edge to it, peeling it more with ease. "See?" he said, his big brown eyes looking over at her. "Don't question the master in the kitchen, darling."

Your lips spread in a wide grin, looking over at him in awe. "Is that one of your personal life hacks when it comes to orange peeling?"

"Yup!" he announced proudly, going through the orange with ease. "My mum taught me this, because..." he raised his hand, his nails not exactly long. "Comes in handy, especially..." He said, gathering the peeled orange in a paper towel, walking toward you, the victor. "...when I have a very cute girlfriend that wants an orange so badly and pouts in a way I can't let pass."

"Shut up," you let out, but you're smiling, in the way he really loves.

Reaching toward you, he suddenly chuckles deeply, tongue peeking out and wetting his lips. The orange at this point in tact and whole, giving you a look, poking his finger through the center of the orange, making it spread apart. "...remind you of someone?"

Your eyes widen, shock clear in your tone, "Oh my god, shut the fuck up!" Your outrage lost in the contagious cackles of your boyfriend, head bent down and shoulders shaking, the unmistakable laughter overtaking you, as so often. Which only makes their laughter last longer, rasping amongst each other until you feel him bend down and kiss the top of your head. Which makes you look up at him, teary eyed and breathless and he offers you the first slice. "...are you feeding me the orange, now?"

"Yes, I'm feeding you, now shut up and take it."

You snorted, "Remind you of someone?"

He cackled, "Fuck, it does. That wasn't even... I wasn't even thinking of that, that's brilliant. But come on, take the damn thing—shut up."

Forcing the laugh down, you cleared your throat. Taking the orange slice in your mouth, humming approvingly at the sweetness of the fruit, the juice that flowed along your tongue. Smiling at the feel of his thumb over your lips, and your eyes looking up at him, with adoration as you chewed and swallowed. "You're very sweet."

"Yeah?" he asked with a smile, taking a slice for himself, humming softly. "As sweet as this orange?"

"Hmm..."

He blinked, "Hmm?"

"Mmm...."

His eyes narrowed, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your lips. Soft and warm, wiping his hands off his shirt while grabbing the back of your neck to hold you still, the kiss deepening with a moan from him, tasting remnants of the orange but also a taste that was unmistakably... You.

His tongue plays against yours, and you feel yourself melt, absolutely crumble against his taste on your tongue and the haze that he always brings to you settle in. You forget your phone recording as your hands grip at the plain white shirt he wore that day, fingers digging the fabric and pulling him closer, humming softly at the feel of his fingers digging into your hair, taking a firm hold and head pulled back just a bit.

The feel of his teeth along your bottom lip, the flash of your pout flashing across his mind as he bites your lip and gives a pull, getting a whimper out of you. Making him grin a bit too proudly. Pulling away as he pecks at your lips, chin, giving a biting kiss at your neck.

"Jesus," you let out, pulling away in a daze, finding his eyes again, you smiled. "....okay, you're sweeter."

"Damn right," he uttered, kissing your lips once more. "Damn right." His eye caught something, past her head, over her shoulder. "...is that your phone?" Realization hitting him, a laugh barking out of him. "Oh, for fuck sake, this is TikTok, isn't it?"

"Yup." Leaning back and taking a deep breath. "It's this trend, asking your partner to peel an orange to see if they actually would."

His brow furrowed, "...on the assumption a partner wouldn't? Why not?"

"Well, some people are superstar, top tier boyfriends like you are, baby," you chuckled, placing your hands on his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "But, I won't use it, since um... We...kinda veered off just peeling an orange. Major green flag material, here."

He chuckled, "So I passed your test, then?"

"Oh, flying colors, across the boards," you chuckled kissing his lips once more.

He hummed, thinking a moment. "You can probably edit the uh... Well, the...parts where my agent won't have a heart attack over, surely? I don't mind. I kinda want people to know that, yes, I would peel a hundred fucking oranges for you," he chuckled, wrapping his arms a bit tighter around you.

"Mmm... I could probably do that. People should know how amazing you are. Thoughtful, kind...and honestly, that orange peeling hack should be viral. Out there." She shrugged, "Besides, the video could have been worse."

"How's that, then?"

"When you had your thumb on my lips? The urge to suck them rose up in me, but I held back."

He looked as if he was a puppy just kicked, "Oh..." Brow furrowed, "...well... Fuck your restraint, wish you hadn't told me that."

You chuckled, raising a brow, "I could make it up to you..." Pulling away and brushing past him, kissing his cheek. "Bedroom."

Brows raised, a smile slowly spread across his lips. Licking his lips, he took what was left of the orange — then your phone, stopping the video and prepared to put it down... and then a thought.

He was due to be away from you, filming...

It'd be nice to have a little video to fill his lonely hours when you weren't able to face time him...

Marching toward the bedroom, orange and phone in hand, thoughts forming in his head.

[heelycular-manslaughter]

new hellbreak this ones about some freaks again

Hellbreak is the working title for my Hades-inspired ttrpg, in which the PCs are residents (likely prisoners) of hell attempting to break out, and finding support from various gods in the setting's pantheon. While most of the gods that give you boons do so on their own, there's a pair that don't really have that option.

Remis, God of Rats + Salvo, Goddess of Plagues

Remis goes by it/they, Salvo goes by he/him

Remis & Salvo have two conflicting stories to how they became gods; Remis says that it became the god of rats just before the mortals blamed the species for starting a disease among their kind, and Salvo thus formed from one of its veins. Salvo says that he found Remis while he was between hosts, and infected them, thus becoming a god and causing the mortal plague. 

Remis is frenetic, almost constantly stressed about something, exuding a nervous energy that is unseen in every other member of the pantheon. Salvo does not help with their anxiety, constantly whispering things that could go wrong, presenting himself as getting a twisted joy from it, hiding the deep fear of everything he has as well.

Remis usually takes the form of a small, thin, vaguely humanoid creature with pale gray skin covered in thin patches of hair and beady eyes on their palms. They have a light, jittery tone of voice. Salvo often likes to change how he appears on the body, if at all, but his favorites include bright red spots, a writhing ring under the skin, blackened veins, or a golden halo. 

Remis and Salvo help runners because they were tasked with establishing a trade route with the 4th layer of hell, but both have been too scared to meet with the Lord Mistress, and instead ask the runners to relay information when they see her. 

Core Mechanics: Rats & Infection

Rats will help you do various actions better, like adding harm to attacks or dice to attribute rolls. 

Infected enemies take harm at the end of each round.

Boons of Remis & Salvo

Rabid: +2d6 to Wrath.

Scurry: +2d6 to Greed.

Protective: +2d6 to Pride.

Quick Reaction: You can use a cast to instead dodge the first attack on the GM turn.

Scurry: Gain +1 movement if at least 5 enemies are infected.

Rat's Weight: (requires weapon slot) Using your weapon action pushes you back 1 range

Rat-Toss: (requires cast slot) Your cast turns into a rat that will scurry towards any other enemies after being thrown, moving 1 range toward the nearest enemy and dealing 1 harm on each turn until the next round

Bloodborne: (requires weapon slot) Weapon attack infects target for 1 harm

Contagious: (requires move slot) When you move into Close range of an enemy, that enemy is infected for 1 harm

Bug: Your cast deals -2 harm, but inflicts infection for 2 harm

Spread: Infected enemies can infect other enemies if in Close range for 2 turns

Superspreader: For each rat boon you have, infection deals +1 harm

The rat boons do involve literal rats you just have to use your imagination ok

previous god

hey thanks. thank you for reading all that. would you like to read any more? i have plenty. no pressure though. okay. thank you. love you

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[lamieresoul]

Promise ♾️

Pairing: Lane (MC) x Greg

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,621

Tag(s): @rc-catalog

Summary: On this rainy night, the pair's unexpected meeting in the gym brought about a moment of initial awkwardness. But, the energy shifted to apparent romantic tension arising between the two. Greg clothed Lane with his beloved 'fallen angel' shirt & his grey sweatshirt on top. After doing so, he offers to accompany Lane back to her room. Moving onward, it's up to them where things will lead up to.

I want his attention on me... only me.

Is that too much to ask...?

Greg switched to walk on Lane's left side at the start of the hallway. Making sure he was the one on the side of the windows. Such a considerate thing to do. Usually, men do that when walking a woman down a street, but it's the thought that counts. He effortlessly displayed all the traits of a protector. It made Lane all the more attracted to him. His imposing stature & impressive physique, his attractiveness is undeniable. But, not only that, he always does the best he can to cheer her up & make her feel included at all times. Lane felt safe & comfort when around him.

He does so much for me. I want to reciprocate.

Slowly walking down the dreary silent hallway together, Lane felt a sense of anxiousness. This is the second time Greg is walking her to her room. But, this time, she'll make sure there's no interruptions. It has to go right this time.

Greg casually slung his arm over Lane's shoulder. Lane was momentarily shocked but pleased. A common gesture she's noticed he does to other squad mates but he finally did it to her. His purpose of doing it now feels more special & intimate in comparison.

Greg turned his head and looked at Lane. Lane turned to look at him as well, despite her subtle nervousness.

"Since you're familiar with the gym now, I wouldn't mind having you as my gym partner. Only if you're interested of course. But, just so you know, in advance... I won't go easy on you." he teased.

"I wouldn't want you to." Lane replied suggestively. Leaving that response up for him to interpret on his own. She kept eye-contact with him before returning her focus on walking forward, but she felt Greg's stare of subtle shock. He let out a light laugh, couldn't contain his smile, and focused onward as well. Greg slowly removed his arm from her shoulder but deliberately made sure to brush his hand against her back before placing his arm by his side.

They walked in silence, again, side by side. Arms and hands brush against each other every now and then. Both sneaking glances and faint smiles. The more Lane took peeks at Greg, her admiration & attraction for him grew. The moonlight from the hallway windows illuminated his side profile and highlighted his features...

I want him...

So lucky... how lucky a woman would be to have him.

The thought of someone else ever having him... ridiculous. No.

Lane turned away from Greg, took the collar of Greg's sweatshirt that she had on, and silently inhaled.

It smells like him. I love his smell.

Everything about him.

Just knowing that something of his is on her body. It excited her.

Her face flushed, heart racing, and eyes low. Consumed by her thoughts.

Just imagining his beautiful brown dreamy eyes, strong hands, toned muscles & abs, welcoming smile, perfected charisma, contagious laugh, attractive voice, his intelligence...

...his oxygen, his heartbeat, his brain, his life force, his -

No, Lane. Stop.

It's normal to feel this way when you like someone so much. It just makes you appreciate everything about them... right?

Right?

I wonder if-

"Lane?", Greg spoke.

Lane slightly jumped and snapped out of it. Eyes wide, she looked at Greg. He lightly chuckled at her bewildered expression. Lane quickly regained herself.

"We're here.", he smirked, pointing at her bedroom door.

Damn...

Lane rolled her eyes and looked down at the floor. She slowly walked towards her bedroom door but stopped and turned in front of it.

Greg looked so calm and relaxed, simply expectant. He knew she wouldn't want their moment together to end so soon. He didn't want their moment to end either.

"Greg... would you like to come inside?" Lane asked. She lightly fidgeted with the doorknob behind her and bit the inside of her cheek. Her stare, firm.

Greg's eyebrows shot up for a second.

"I thought you were tired." he teased, slightly narrowing his eyes and remaining eye contact. He stepped closer towering over her.

God... the view of this man.

Lane looked at his lips, his cheekbones, adam's apple, then back to his eyes. Perfect.

The effect he has on me...

Still feeling cold from the rain earlier mixed with the nervousness of Greg's closeness, Lane lightly shivered.

"Sure, lead the way, Lane." he smiled.

Lane still faced Greg and kept eye contact, grabbed and twisted the doorknob behind her, and walked backwards, pushing the door back with her.

"Come in." Lane said coldly.

Greg's steps across the threshold. His steps heavy and resolute.

Once Greg was inside and still facing forward Lane quickly closed the door. The click of the door's lock echoed in the room.

Greg slowly turned around.

"Lane, are you okay...?" He asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. His eyebrow arched and furrowed.

Lane still holding onto the door knob, slightly hunched over with her forehead pressed against the door. Greg could see she was breathing heavily.

"Greg... I-", Lane started but stopped. Her voice sounded weak... vulnerable. Her grip on the door knob tightened.

"Lane, if this is about us... I meant what I said earlier. There's no one else... only you." Greg stated with confidence.

...Really?

Shock is all Lane felt.

He meant it. He means it. He has to mean it.

Lane cautiously straightened up, took a deep breath, and turned to look at him.

"Come here.", he commanded gently with a swift hand motion and a faint smile.

Lane walked to him, heart still pounding, and breathing uneasy.

Tsk, get a grip, Lane...

Embarrassed by her own behavior... but she never felt like this before. This aching, yearning, desire for someone. It's a new and unknown feeling.

She stops mere inches from him.

His light. His light gives me purpose. He makes me want to try... try to live again. To feel something... again.

Greg's eyes lower, his gaze tender as he stares into Lane's hazel eyes.

"I need you to do something for me..." Greg started in a soft voice.

He brings his hand up in front of Lane, closes it into a fist, but sticks out the thumb and pinky finger.

Lane looks down at his hand in confusion. Looking back at him her eyes narrowed.

Greg takes a deep breath and pauses before continuing.

"Lane, promise me... that you'll never question my love for you." His tone serious and his eyes focused on her.

It felt like time froze. The world stopped spinning.

Like the only two people in the world was Greg & Lane.

Love. Love? Love! Love...

Lane froze. She stared into his eyes, wondering if she misheard him. But, his eyes told it all. He's serious. Genuine.

Lane does the same hand sign and slowly brings her pinky to lock in his. He locks in her pinky immediately after.

"And you promise that you'll only love me.", Lane responded, her expression grave.

"I promise.", he whispered before planting a kiss on his thumb and pressing his thumb forward. He signals with a head nod for her to do the same. She does so.

A kiss to the thumb to seal a promise. I understand.

They release each-other but Greg bends his index finger and traces it along Lane's jawline. Again, eye contact unbroken. His eyes speak of such tenderness & devotion.

He's smitten and so am I.

Once to the tip of her chin he tilts her head up a tad and places his thumb below her bottom lip.

The angst & tip-toeing around their feelings for one another, for what feels like ages has tormented the two long enough.

Both looked at each other's lips and gradually inched forward.

Their lips meet. His, warm & inviting. Hers, cold and needy. They clung to each other's lips like it was their lifeline. Taking claim over one another with every soft suck, nibble, and bite. Lane surrendered to him and Greg guided her.

I hadn't realized how touch starved I am til now.

Feeling Greg's want for me... it's so fulfilling.

I want him to guide me.

To have me.

The feeling of two missing pieces finally coming together to make a whole. His warmth and her coldness, a convergence that will change the trajectory of both of their lives.

Lane's eyes and nose sting suddenly. Her vision blurs and her cheeks feel wet.

What...?

Once they pull-away, Greg notices Lane has tears that rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes lightly pink, watery, and her nose flushed. He takes both his hands and gently cups her face. He wipes away her tears with his thumbs and smothers her face with kisses. From cheek to cheek, to nose, chin, & forehead. Lane couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't cry. I got you." Greg reassured Lane in a comforting tone.

I've been feeling more lately since being around Greg. Feeling empathy, compassion, & sorrow for others. Before him, those feelings felt foreign to me.

I guess... this feeling is of being overwhelmed. A good overwhelmed. Feeling whole after so long of feeling empty. I can't remember the last time I cried. But, this... this is tears of joy. A joy from feeling what love is.

I feel home.

"You forgot to say you promise." Greg joked to lighten her mood.

"Sorry.", voice slightly stuffy, a faint smile emerged on her face. Trying to blink away her remaining tears to see him better.

"Well, let's say it together then..." Greg suggested.

"Okay." Lane said softly, placing her hands atop of his holding her face.

Looking deeply into each other's eyes.

I promise.

[bbyquokka]

a pretty boy with a pretty smile

→ PAIRING: Kim Seungmin x gn!reader

→ GENRE: drabble, fluff

→ SYNOPSIS: Seungmin has a pretty smile, so you tell him.

→ WARNINGS: established relationship, pet name

→ WORDS: 0.5k ~ (572)

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→ m.list — → you can also read it on my ao3

It’s a habit to hide his smile. He never used to do it but since he got his braces, he subconsciously hides his smile with his hand. You've tried to tell him numerous times how beautiful and gorgeous his smile is, but sometimes it's hard to break habits.

When you first met Seungmin, via mutual friends, the first thing you noticed was his smile. A smile so wide and big, his face lightening up, it felt like you were in a trance, captured by his beauty.

Of course, there are other features you love about Seungmin. From his cute nose to his soft looking lips, his smile is your favourite. You instantly feel happy and warm, your worries washing away just from his big, toothy grin.

When he laughs, it makes you laugh. His laugh is contagious. People don't tend to think of Seungmin as a comedic genius but he is up there for sure. Making witty and short jokes about anything and everything he sees fitting.

“Don't hide your smile, Minnie.” You say, gently removing his hand away from his mouth.

“Sorry.. force of habit.”

“I know baby, but it's beautiful.”

“Even with the metal in my mouth.” He sighs softly, his tongue running along the metal wire and bumps that's glued to his teeth. You hum, nodding slowly.

“Even with the metal in your mouth. You're pretty Minnie and you have a pretty smile.”

“You're just saying that.” He mumbles, a soft blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. You giggle, watching him pull the sleeves of his grey hoodie over his hands – an innocent habit of his when he's feeling shy.

You gently take his hands in yours, intertwining them together before kissing his hand softly as you look at him through your lashes. His cheeks are rosy pink, eyes sparkling in the light as he watches you.

“No, I'm not. Your smile is the most beautiful and prettiest thing I've seen, Minnie. It makes me feel all fuzzy and warm inside. I feel like I'm experiencing my first ever school crush when I look at you.”

“S-Stop.” Seungmin whines, the corner of his lips slowly tugging into a smile.

“Gosh, you're so beautiful Minnie.” You groan softly before laughing as Seungmin rests his forehead on your shoulder, trying to hide the embarrassing red colour that stains his cheeks, however, the tips of his ears betray him.

You kiss his temple softly, holding him close to your body as he wraps his arms around your midriff. He pulls you flush to his body, shifting his weight onto you.

“Is my smile really that beautiful?” He whispers.

“It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

“You're so sweet, y/n.” Seungmin sighs softly, stroking your waist.

“And you're so pretty.”

You look down, noticing a bright, big smile on his lips. You lift his chin up gently, making him look at you. He looks at you with love and admiration, eyes sparkling. His hand automatically goes to cover his smile, to which you take his wrist gently to stop him.

“Don't. Let me see it, Minnie.” Your voice soft and gentle, Seungmin feeling himself melt into your touch. He whines softly before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck once again. You laugh, holding onto the back of his head as you rake your fingers through his soft hair.

“Such a pretty boy with a pretty smile.”

→ note: seungmin's smile. i love it and i love him. that's all. c: don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. enjoy!!

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[miumura]

helloooo !!! can i have hanni gf hcs? thank you

💭 — HANNI AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND !

SOPH — hihi ofc!! tysm for requesting :) <3 this is SOOO overdue but im starting to work on my requests again <3 im sorry if this is a bit short, i haven’t been motivated recently but i tried! anyways smth for my bae hanni <3

WARNINGS — use of petnames (bae/babe)

— the person who you could just be honest with and talk about everything and ANYTHING. like we’ve seen her on that debate episode, bae was PREPARED! so i think she’d be also that talkative with you!

— i would say she’s touchy? like she loves physical touch, it’s one of her love languages. so when she’s by you, be shocked if she doesn’t start cuddling you or resting a body part on you LMAO 😭😭😭

— seems like someone who would do playful childish teasing. LIKE sticking tongue out or be like “ooouuuu” YKWIM? she does it for the fun of it and wanting a reaction. she’d be more than glad if you joined her <3

— forget about petnames, she’s gonna call you bro and dude all the time LMFAOOO. it’s a habit of hers and probably a habit of yours too, let’s be honest so it’s hard to stop! but if she does use one, it would probably be bae / babe bc she likes how it sounds

— idk…she seems the type to get jealous easily ? like she’d get real pouty or be overdramatic js for you to get the hint. she’d pretend to act cold after you notice but then just give in under your touch

— would make you do weird things w/ her LMFAO. like who wouldn’t want to ding dong ditch someone’s hotel room? hanni hanni hanni….

— would def hype you up! like she’d instantly scream and shout be like “ayyy, that’s my bae!”. just makes you feel so confident about yourself </3

— the type to just like tackle you HELP. like oh you’re laying down? she’s already preparing to jump on top of you.

— despite being pretty playful, i think she would be understanding. like she’s willing to hear you out and would change anything that you don’t like or whatnot.

— whenever she sees you sad, she instantly goes and check up on you. 😧 THIS EMOJI IS HER. and she would be like “what’s wrong?” as she rubs on your back.

— when one of you is stressed/sad (or both), she’d suggest taking a walk outside just to clear up your/her mind a bit. a bonus if it’s at night, since she loves taking walks at night.

— would probably try to make you laugh but end up laughing at herself before she could. but that doesn’t matter, since her laugh is contagious, it ends up with you laughing as well.

— probably loves matching stuff! i think she’d get really excited with matching necklaces, and even matching wallpapers!

— she’s just really comforting to be around, and you’ll never be bored when she’s around!

— forces you to watch movies with her. like she would get all excited when she finds a new movie to watch with you. so when she’s all giddy, who are you to refuse?? movie nights/dates are definitely your thing w/ her!

— likes taking silly pics and vids 😭 and whenever you tell her to delete it off your phone, she just goes “but you’re so cute here!” which explains why she has a whole album of you and her…(you also get a separate album of js you on her phone <3)

💭 — cool with you is literally stuck in my head

NWJNS PERM TAGLIST — @miumiuangel222

[guardian-of-da-gay]

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For Whumptober 2024 Prompt(s) 4: Hypnosis, Hallucinations, "You're still alive in my head"

tw for mind control, hurt no comfort

When Sonic heard that G.U.N. needed help facing a ‘necromancer’ with a ‘zombie horde’ at his beck and call, his first reaction was: ‘Are these contagious zombies?’  Upon finding out they weren’t, his second reaction was ‘That sounds awesome!’.  Like yeah, fighting zombies, like fighting robots, wasn’t what he wanted to be doing.  But as long as he had to fight some bad guys, might as well have them be guilt-free, disposable baddies so you can feel even more awesome when you kick their butts.  But also… fighting a zombie horde just sounded cool!

Or at least that’s what Sonic thought when he ditched the evacuation effort with Knuckles.  Then he actually saw them.

He’d expected the dirty fur and patches of bone shining under shriveled skin.  Wasn’t too surprised to see their eye sockets glowing a sickly green.  He wasn’t expecting their threadbare clothes to be colored leather.  Their stringy hair to be frayed dreads.  The masks carved like owl skulls that had haunted his dreams since he was a kid.

Sonic bolted.

He was miles away before he was able to process:

Those had been echidna corpses.

Knuckles wasn’t with him.

Sonic had left him behind.

Maybe if he hadn’t, things would have been different.  Maybe Knuckles wouldn’t have joined forces with the necromancer.  Sorry, maybe ‘Enerjak’ wouldn’t have joined forces with the necromancer, since that was the lame new name he was trying to make happen.

He’d thought he’d known Knuckles.  Thought the ‘sacred vow’ Knuckles made to protect their planet was something he took seriously.  Thought their new tribe meant more to him.  But maybe it was less that his new tribe didn’t mean much to Knuckles, maybe his old tribe just meant more, even if there was just one freaky psychopath left.

Sonic had never laid eyes on the necromancer himself, but he had it on good authority (G.U.N.’s) that he was an echidna.  An albino one.  Apparently he’d chosen to embrace the ‘evil albino’ stereotype and raise an army of dead echidna.  And somehow Knuckles was not only cool with this, but seemed to be having the time of his life destroying everything in his path with his little corpse soldiers in tow.

All the Wachowskis (plus Wade) seemed to have a theory for why Knuckles would reappear as the hordes’ flagship warrior.  Some were more charitable than others, varying from ‘he’s been tricked’ to mind control/hypnotism/possession to ‘he doesn’t want to be on the side of the guys blasting his people’s bodies with bazookas’ to ‘the echidnas have always done dubious things so why shouldn’t Knuckles too?’.  That last one was Tails’ theory.  Some days, after a really hard fight, Sonic found himself agreeing.

They never say it out loud, but Sonic was sure they’d all considered the fact that the necromancer controlled dead people.  Knuckles’ pupils glowed the same green as the other echidna’s empty eye sockets.  And none of them had gotten close enough to get his pulse.  But that option was unthinkable.  Plus Knuckles didn’t act the same as the zombies.

While the blank-faced corpses destroyed all in their path, Knuckles seemed to… enjoy himself.  The zombies never spoke, but Knuckles did.  He’d laugh or yell or bark orders to the horde like he was really their leader.  Sonic had never been able to get Knuckles to talk to him though… At least, not until today.

“Feels like we’re getting into a bit of a routine now, huh Knux?”  Sonic dodged a flying fist.  “You and the freak legion go after people.  I try and stop you.  G.U.N. blows up a bunch of stuff to stop you.  We all go home tired.”  He tucked and rolled around to Knuckles’ blindspot and immediately ducked the wild swing that followed.  “Maybe we could spice things up a bit?  I propose a dance battle.”

Knuckles threw another punch.

Sonic dodged, keeping light on his feet.  He zipped around the next few swings, trying to keep up a steady stream of banter.  He was the fastest thing alive, but the goal today was to go slow.  G.U.N. was evacuating another neighboring town before the legion could reach it.  He had to keep Knuckles busy so the town was empty when Knuckles finally flattened it.

Because the crappy thing about a zombie horde was that no matter what you did to destroy them, they picked themselves up again.  And Sonic had kinda, sorta, never beat Knuckles in a fight.  They were playing defense right now.

And to make things even crappier: Knuckles fought differently now.  He hit harder.  Which Sonic didn’t think was possible.  Where before Knuckles put some control and thought into how much force was behind his punches, now it was like he threw everything he had into each one.  Sonic couldn’t afford to be hit even once now, because Knuckles was hitting to break rocks and Sonic was a lot squishier than that.

Knuckles was also a lot faster.  Not faster than Sonic, of course, but faster than before.  Apparently if he kicked off the ground harder, his strength would carry him faster and further.  The downside?  He trashed the ground every time.  Sonic knew he only had a limited window before the terrain would get hard to manage for both of them.  Then Knuckles would try and push the battle further away, closer to his target.  Sonic had to avoid that.  So even though he didn’t really want to talk to Knuckles, he said anything he could think of to try and distract him.

“You know, it’s funny how it’s always you and never that other guy,” Sonic said.  “The creepy white echidna?  Whatsisname.  Where’s he at?  Why’s he always sending you out like his personal servant boy?”

“I am no servant!”

Sonic was so surprised to hear him talk, he nearly lost his footing.  Knuckles’ next swing almost connected.  The wind was strong enough to throw Sonic off balance and he had to use his speed just to keep his feet.  “Could have fooled me!”  He stalled.  “Isn’t this just what Robotnik did?  Have you fight his battles so he could sneak around being evil?”

“Finitevus is not evil!”

Sonic dodged the next swing but landed on unstable ground.  He had to put on a burst of speed to get away before it could collapse.  “I beg to differ,” he said once he had solid footing.  “Look what he’s done to your people!”

Knuckles blasted forward, throwing up a huge cloud of earth and dust behind him.  He shot ahead of Sonic, feet digging trenches into the dirt to stop himself.  “He brought my people back!”

Cue the zombie horde.  A group of them dropped from the trees, surrounding them.

Sonic’s first instinct was still to bolt when he saw those masks.  He was getting better at making it a productive flight instinct though!  Case in point: when a group of them dropped from the trees to surround him, he immediately went fast enough that time seemed to slow.  He ran over the nearest one, breaking through their line and into the surrounding forest.

Time caught up with him when he’d put enough distance between them that he didn’t feel like he was going to have a heart attack.  His earpiece crackled and he heard Tails’ voice:

“Sonic, we finished evacuating the town.  G.U.N is just clearing out now.  Can you hold him a few more minutes?”

Sonic pressed one finger to the earpiece.  “Got it,” he said.  More echidnas appeared out of the woods.  The legion was getting closer.  Soon there’d be way more than Sonic could handle.  “Tell Commander Walters to hurry up!”

“Do you need me to come back you up?”

“I’m fine–”

Knuckles tackled him to the ground.  Crap, crap, crap!  Sonic got to see that sneer he’d grown to despise up close.  “Who is a the servant here?”  He asked, raising his fist.

“We have more of a collaborative relationship.”  Sonic tried to squirm away, but Knuckles caught him by the ankle and pulled him back.  Sonic kicked him rapidfire and Knuckles was forced to back off or take it all on the face.  Sonic rolled onto his feet and put some space between them.

“G.U.N. and I just mutually agree that making the world safe is the best thing for everybody,” he tried to keep his tone nonchalant so Knuckles might not notice the slight breathlessness.

“Not everybody,” Knuckles snarled.  “Finitevus will make the world safe for us!”

Sonic snorted and looked around, trying to mask his unease as more of the undead soldiers appeared.  “Safe for who?  You’re the only one still here!”

Knuckles swung forward.  “Are you blind?  They’re right here!”

Sonic tucked into a ball and zipped away.  He unrolled in front of a walking corpse.  “Are you blind?”  The zombie swung a broken spear shaft and Sonic dodged.  “They’re dead!”

Knuckles blasted toward him, his power bursting off him in a violent, red wave.  “NO, THEY’RE NOT!”

The wave forced Sonic off his feet.  He tucked up again and unrolled several yards away.  Knuckles’ blast had even sent his army flying.

Knuckles tugged his fist free from the earth and lurched to his feet.  “Finitevus returned them to me so we could fight together!”

Sonic stared at him.  “Are… are you actually crazy?”

“I’m not crazy!”  Knuckles said, looking utterly deranged.  He ran at Sonic, but Sonic wasn’t really in a fighting headspace at the moment.

What the hell was going on?  Knuckles didn’t think these guys were dead?  “Okay then, I guess I’m just confused.”  Sonic dodged Knuckles’ first swing and darted behind a guy who was literally just a skeleton in armor.  “This guy?  Definitely dead.  There’s no coming back from ‘no skin or organs’.”

Skeleton Guy turned to attack.  Sonic knocked his head off, lip curled in disgust.  The rest of Skeleton Guy flailed, searching around for its head.

“I’ve had enough of your lies!”  Knuckles bowed over the skeleton to charge Sonic.

Sonic dodged Knuckles even as he watched the skeleton feel around for his skull.  “... Do they talk to you?”

“Talk!”  Knuckles yelled back.

Then he slowed to a stop.  The vicious expression Sonic had come to know and hate suddenly faltered.

“Talk?”  He said it like he didn’t understand the word.  He looked around at the legion, first one way, then the other.  For the first time since this all started, he seemed unsure.

The quills stood up on the back of Sonic’s neck.  What was happening?

“They can’t talk…” Knuckles breathed faster.   “They… they were hurt so badly.”  The glow in his pupils sputtered and he swayed slightly.

Sonic’s heart began to race.  Suddenly Wade’s mind control/hypnotism/possession theory didn’t feel so farfetch'd.  But if that was the case, how did he pull Knuckles out of it?  Talking about his people being dead seemed to have been some kind of trigger.  Which sucked, but Sonic was grasping at straws, so he went for it:  

“They died, Knuckles,” he said, watching Knuckles closely to gauge his reaction.  Knuckles waivered, looking around at the hoard like he was looking at them for the first time.  The glow in his eyes was sputtering like a candle in the wind.  “They can’t talk,” Sonic continued, “because they’re not really here.  He didn’t bring them back, he’s just using their bodies.”

“No!  Father–” Knuckles looked around, and there was a frantic edge to it now.  “Where…?  He’s not here–who are–I don’t–”  He took a step back.  “I don’t recognize any of you!”

Sonic stared.  This was like seeing the confused Mr. Krabs meme in real life.  It was actually horrifying!  He’d been saying Knuckles was being crazy since he came back all sadistic and psychotic but this was… this was like for real psychosis.  Knuckles was genuinely shocked to see the people with him weren’t his family.  They weren’t even alive.

“Knuckles?”  He asked, holding his hands out flat.  “Knux?”

“Father hasn’t spoken to me,” he said.  “Why wouldn’t he…?”  Knuckles scrunched his eyes closed and pressed a hand to his head.  His teeth clenched, pained.

If an undead horde could hold its breath, that’s what the echidna corpses around them were doing.  Sonic certainly was.  He dared to take a step forward, then another.  He hadn’t been within arms reach of Knuckles and felt safe for months.  He still didn’t feel safe now, but at least now he knew his brother was still in there.

“Knux…”  He reached out and oh-so-gently touched Knuckles’ shoulder. 

“No!”  Knuckles jerked back, staggering.  “You’re lying!  You’re trying to trick me again!”  He clapped a hand to his head again.  He cringed from something Sonic could not see.  Blinking rapidly, he struggled to focus on Sonic in front of him.

Tails’ voice crackled into Sonic’s ear.  Everyone was clear, he could retreat now.  Sonic stayed put.

“I’m not trying to trick you,” he said.  “It’s that Finitevus guy who’s trying to trick you.”

“No,” Knuckles closed his eyes and jerked his head so hard his dreads swung.  The hand at his head balled into a fist.  He hit himself and Sonic had to suppress the urge to rush forward and stop him.

“I can trust Finitevus!”  Knuckles yelled.  “I can trust my people,” he said quietly.

Knuckles straightened, fists falling to his sides as he squared his stance.  He opened his eyes.  “I can trust myself…”

Sonic watched in horror as Knuckles’ pupils filled with green.

“I can trust my own eyes!”

[theloveoffootball10]

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"Thank you for today. I can't explain how much I've loved just spending time with you" resting my head on Lando's chest I feel completely relaxed. We've spent the last few hours just basking in each other's company which has lead to us lying in the sun on the top deck of the yacht.

"It doesn't have to be over. The yacht is ours for the night if you want to stay here"

"Are you serious?" Sitting up slightly I look at Lando. He's completely spoiling me today.

"Completely serious. Remember when I said I wanted you all day and possibly all night? I meant it Lucía" feeling Lando pull me back into him I look up at him kissing him gently.

"I don't have clothes or anything with me Lando"

"You don't need clothes for what I've got planned for you" seeing the cheeky grin on Lando's face I can't help but match his energy. When he's happy he glows and its contagious.

"What about the people we're in the middle of the ocean with? I'm sure they don't want to watch live porn" I'm happy to have sex with Lando while we're on a yacht. The only thing holding me back is knowing we have strangers on the yacht and we don't know how much we can trust them. I know there's probably a contact of some kind in place but the last thing I want is for them to either take photos or sell a story.

"They're paid to be discreet babe. If you're unsure I completely understand. I can wait until we're back on dry land to ravage you"  

"I don't want to wait. I need to have you Lando, I can't wait any longer" I've been with Lando all day but I feel more aware of his presence than I ever have.

"Are you sure about doing this here?" Leaning back on the sofa I wrap my arms around Lando's neck. I did have my doubts about having sex in a situation like this but I would be lying if I said I don't want to take the risk. We did it in a corridor at Silverstone there's no reason why we can't on a private yacht. There's something about the thrill of being in public and knowing we can be caught at any point.

A moan falls from my lips as Lando lowers his mouth to my neck, sucking the sensitive skin, I never was one to be turned on by someones lips on my neck until I met Lando. His large hands trail down my body, cupping my breasts and tracing my nipples with the tip of his finger over my bikini, my body instantly reacting to his touch. I lean my head back and let out a guttural moan as he finds the heat between my legs, his fingers moving achingly slow steadily in and out. His lips find my ear whispering even though there's no one around.

"Everyone on dry land is going to hear you at this rate" Without warning Lando thrusts his fingers hard, making me gasp.

My need for Lando becomes more apparent as I squirm from his touch. He stops briefly to remove my bikini and I take my chance and move forward. I flash a mischievous smile, then advance on him, forcing him backwards on the sofa.

Reaching down, I slip my hand into Lando's shorts, stroking the length of his arousal. He responds to my touch, leaning into me to allow me to access to him in his entirety as I give in and remove his shorts. Looking up at Lando I notice his head leaning back against the sofa, a groan leaving his mouth as I continue to stroke him I realise he's having trouble staying quiet as my speed picks up.

Catching me off guard he surges toward me, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss, his hands cupping my face. I love when he gets rough, I know for a fact it's not a side to him anyone would expect but it's a side I get to see. When he has me where he wants me on my back I guide his mouth between my thighs, rotating my hips so he can taste the warmth and wetness radiating from me. There's only one thing I want from Lando right now.

"Lu you taste so good..." My back is fully arched, making more space for him to suck, lick, and nip my naked skin as he consumes me with a fierce passion. Every emotion feels heightened.

"I can't tease you anymore Lucía, I won't last. I want you"

I turn around, bracing my hands flat on the sofa arching my back in invitation. Lando's hands trace down my back before gripping my hips and pulling them back to meet his hips.

"Oh fuck...Lando" Pushing myself against him, I take all of him, my nails attempting to dig into the soft material underneath them "You feel so good inside of me Lando" over the last few weeks I've learned what effect it has when I moan his name, I can't help but want to keep moaning it to spur him on even more.

Lando's hands grip my hips, his fingers making their way between my legs to rub my core in time with his thrusts. I push back to meet every stroke, stretching my neck to watch his muscles flex in the sun, the sweat glistening the way the light reflects off him.

The speed of our movements pick up, our bodies tangled and desperate for each other to find the high we're searching for. The fire blazes bright in me and, with that an insatiable hunger grows for more of him, for all of him. I feel the knot in my stomach grow unable to hold back any longer, Lando follows my lead a moment later clinging to me in his ecstasy as we cry out each others names.

"Am I right in thinking you wrote your name on my clit with your tongue?" I ask with a hint of amusement in my voice as Lando and I lay together on the sofa.

"I did, I just wanted remind you that you're mine"

"I like a possessive you. It's cute but it felt incredible" 

"Possessive isn't cute Lucía" Lando says rolling his eyes with a laugh. "I'm not sharing you with anyone though"

"I'm not asking you share me. I'll try most things but threesomes aren't my thing"

"Lucía I swear you have sex on your mind permanently but good to know that we won't be adding a third person" laughing with Lando I do wonder how ridiculous our conversations sound to some people.

After a few hours of swimming and water sports we're both freshly showed and back in our clothes that we arrived in. Walking back onto the deck after my shower I can't believe my eyes when I see a candlelit table for two. No one has ever put this much effort into a single meal for me on a date or when I've been in a relationship.

"Lando this is perfect" I can't find the words to describe how I feel right now, possibly overwhelmed. Lando has thought of everything to make this the best date ever. All I can do is look at the space around me and try to take it all in.

"You're worth it baby. I'm making it my mission to make it up to you for all the shitty dates you've been taken on. I want to show you dates can be what you imagine them to be whether it's something more special like today or whether it's just a night on the sofa watching trashy tv shows" it feels like every good or bad date I've had in the past has created a story that has lead to this moment. Listening to the Dan + Shay song that's playing in the background I lean up and kiss Lando gently. There's no tongue and neither of us try to take it further but it's the most romantic kiss we've shared.

"I'm glad you exist Lando" looking up at Lando I can't believe I get to say he's my boyfriend.

[forbidding-souda]

hi! i was wondering if you could do korekiyo, rantaro and kokichi with their s/o being the ultimate librarian? but with librarian being more of a broad term, like they also know all about books (specifically classical literature?)

its okie if not! bye!! :D

Korekiyo Shinguuji and Rantarou Amami with their S/O being the SHSL librarian

my greatest apologies that I didn't include Ouma, which is something I like never do, but he is so complicated to write for me since I'm just barely starting to write DR again and I have to study him again so give me a second (all of you)

But ooooooo you guys missed me so baddd

No promises that i'll post more but I'll put in minimal effort and not just none. ^ Like with Ouma. Sorry.

-Mod Souda

Shinguuji Korekiyo

❤ Beautiful and certainly perfect. He was the one that noticed you first. He knew you from school. He would visit your library, checking out many books and though he knew all of the information within them, seeing you was worth it—the only thing he cared about learning was you.

❤ He saw you reading in the time between people coming up to your little info desk. When he went to check up yet another book, he looked over the desk and saw you reading Aristotle. His heartbeat quickened and he felt a smile form from under his mask.

❤ ^ He made a small reference to the book and you instantly let out an 'oh!' and leaned forward.

"You read that stuff, don't you?" You smiled. "You look like the type." "I study history." Matching your body language he put his books on the counter, letting his hands rest at the front. He noticed how your eyes light up. "Ah, we are rather similar. That's amazing, thank you for entertaining me today, it's been getting rather boring here." He doesn't respond and instead fidgets, picking up one of his books once more. "I'm finished with this book," his eyebrows lift as if he wants you to be impressed, "Have you read it? It's one of my favorites?" When you peer at it, you read the title: "The Blind Owl" by Sadegh Hedayat and it is in the original language. You nod and tried not to seem as impressed as you were: "Well, you might be my favorite customer." And then he started tapping his fingers until your eyes went to somebody behind him. Your voice quickly turned into customer service. "Well," you look up at him, "You can put that book in the drop-box over there thank you very much."

❤ He learned that you are the one that decorates and organizes the interior. The building itself is dark wood so you did everything you could to make the bookshelves and the tables match the brown shade.

❤ The first time you saw him in a romantic sense was when he was helping you with decorating for Valentine's Day. It was a bit funny when he tried to put Freud on the front display.

❤ "NO."

❤ The Sunday morning that you two started decorating for it had peaceful weather. It put you in a positive mood, which ended up being contagious. You were grinning as you hang up ribbons and strings with plastic hearts on the walls. When you moved to the bookshelves, you saw him browsing for the display and you realized you had never seen him in between these shelves before. He is beautiful, mystical when concentrating: you watch his eyes glance up and down.

❤ ^ From where you usually sit in the front, you only get rare glimpses of him when he reads, and the time you get to see him are only when he checks things out. For this Valentines Day, your gift is seeing him in his natural state: how he looks when he thinks nobody is looking.

❤ But when he looks up at you, your stomach drops. You are frozen, not looking away and forcing yourself to be brave and hold the eye contact.

❤ "Look at you," he said.

❤ And after that day, he started inviting you to go out to historical exhibits with him as dates. He showed you all the artifacts he adored and constantly looked over to see if you were listening. You never stopped paying attention, and you looked at him with such admiration that he almost stuttered.

❤ The next time he walked into your library he saw photographs of the artifacts. They are near the history and culture section, and the old-style coloring of the portraits match the aesthetic of the place. He adored you more than anything. He found somebody who perfectly admires his interests.

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Rantarou Amami

"Intelligence is admirable," you say while looking out the classroom's window, "I like anybody who is willing to read and learn." Amami listens intensely. "When I travel, there are so many people who are willing to tell their stories... that's when I learn the most." You smirk, "Are you trying to impress me?" When you look back, you see the casual smile on his face. "How so? But would you say that you are impressed?" To hide your smirk, you put your chin in your palm and look out the window again. "Try again next time."

❤ When you two started dating you'd hand him books that have small print as well as complicated sentences, sometimes with the big books you'll obnoxiously drop it on his desk.

❤ "Do you want me to write a book report?"

❤ You hum, "ooh." And after clapping your hands together, you give him sarcastic puppy eyes, "I'll give you a kiss if you do!"

❤ "Okay," he chuckles at you, "I'll consider."

❤ ^ The words made him hesitate a bit. He has always been patient with romance. He liked you for your random bursts of excitement with it came to book. Of course, with the SHSL Librarian it should be expected, but still, he had never seen somebody as passionate of history and knowledge as you.

❤ He wasn't desiring immediate romance or short-lived love, and you didn't even go into his house until around 5 months into dating.

❤ Though, he always read what you gave him (and esp the things you let him borrow) but sometimes it would take at least a week since you would purposely give him some complex texts just for your own amusement. With humor, he really would write a book report sometimes.

❤ The main thing you love about him is how he takes your interest seriously. He doesn't brush you off or half-ass it. He holds your love for books at the top of his list.

❤ If you ask him if he likes the book then he will give an honest review but focus on the positive parts.

❤ And sometimes... he will give you book suggestions. Which you read in half a day and he's like ??? bro.

❤ ^ Then you info dump about the author's life and their process with writing the book LOL.