#WAIT i forgot to title some of these. oh well i am DONE W THEM.

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HOURLY COMICS DAY 2023 !!! THEY ARE VERY LATE !!

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1. and now I’m covered in you

Leviathan x gn!AFAB!reader

a/n: here it is folks! the first chapter of the longest fic I’ve ever written. literally. 12 pages and counting. after the overwhelmingly horny positive reception on this post, I decided to split what I currently have into instalments and release them periodically as I edit them. there is no schedule lol I have ADHD and am also very not good at this 🥲

THIS IS VERY NSFW MINORS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

CW: self-indulgent smut (unprotected vaginal sex, dry humping, fingering), loss of virginity

midnight had struck well over 2 hours ago. RAD’s 8am start crept closer and closer, like a cat upon a mouse. like a threat. and though you were in bed, covered in blankets and surrounded by pillows, basking in the warmth of the body pressed against you, sleep could not reach you. there was no room for it.

the third eldest’s allocated “you” time - an entire 24 hours with you all to himself! - had started right as the new day did. at 0:03, you’d snuck into his room, where he’d been waiting like a lovesick puppy to show you what he’d done. he’d chosen a great movie for you two to watch; some niche title from his surprisingly robust comedic horror collection, apparently a Devildom cult classic. he’d even gone through all the trouble to have it projected onto his ceiling so you could easily see it from the comfort of his bed - which he’d rearranged into the perfect cuddle nook. snacks he’d fought to keep safe from Beel were laid out like a buffet. the lights of his tank were set to your favourite colour, casting a hazy glow over the space. 

everything had started innocently enough. you’d pressed your lips to his cheek, complimenting his efforts. he’d rushed to start the movie and practically dove into his tub, finally able to wrap his arms around you and rest his head atop yours. his chest rose and fell against you as he laughed at every slapstick gag, mandarin eyes sparkling when he realised you were laughing too. you don’t quite remember how he’d ended up under you, with his hands on your waist and your tongue between his lips, but you weren’t going to complain.

Levi had always been cautious of intimacy. he rarely went further than where he was with you right now, and even such familiar territory made him nervous. you feel the heat of the blush on his face as if you’re leaning over a fire. your kisses are sloppy, and his are desperate. his hands don’t dare stray from their places above your hips, but the lust he’s holding them back from sparks from his fingertips. he wants to let them roam. he wants to let then roam more than anyth-

CCCRRRAAASSSHHH

a sudden, violent rise in the movie’s volume comes like a bomb over your senses. you push yourself up from the demon, a scream tearing from your throat. Levi is just as startled; his eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen them as they study the room for the threat.

“AAAH WHAT THE HELL WAS TH- oh. th-the movie.” groaning, his head falls back against the pillow. “I completely forgot about that part… and that it was still playing…”

though your heart continues to pound against your sternum, you giggle. “my god.” running your fingers through his fringe brings his attention back to you. “we should probably turn that off and get some sleep now.”

you reach for the projector’s remote and click it off. but as you go to slide off the demon, his fingers suddenly dig into you. your shirt separates his skin from yours, but you swear you can feel the ridges of his fingerprints. his grip is somehow full of panic, like he’s worried you’ll float away. “w-wait! wait. can… c-can we keep going?”

you smile. you can survive tomorrow’s classes with no sleep if it comes to that. and if you’re honest with yourself, sleeping wouldn’t be nearly as fun as continuing. “of course we-”

“can we go further? maybe?” despite threatening to, Levi’s voice does not waver. his eyes - golden and indigo like the most vibrant of sunsets - dart between yours from beneath furrowed brows. 

the shock of the question does not strike you as hard as his confidence does. your relationship with Levi had never been consummated in the traditional sense, but he wasn’t a stranger to the concept. the rock of your hips always left him a babbling mess. your hands brought him such pleasure he only lasted a minute the first time. and your mouth? god, it was like he was addicted. you’d never heard him - or anyone, for that matter - make such noise while actively trying not to. and yet, as much as he enjoyed the acts as they were happening, asking for them activated his fight or flight. red-cheeked and stuttering, until you saved him with your overwhelming perfection.

you figured he’d get to this question at some point, but you never thought he’d ask it in one smooth go.

“you… want to go further?” you arch an eyebrow. “how much further?”

Levi’s gaze darts to the door. you made sure to lock it behind you at his request, but now he seems worried a brotherly ear or two might be pressed against the other side. he stares for a moment before glancing back at you, unable to meet your eyes this time. he studies your lips, your chest, your shoulders, before his voice drops to a whisper: “a-all the way?”

you open your mouth to respond, but the response doesn’t come. nothing you think of seems appropriate in reply. if you say yes, you’d be the first being to have ever done so. Levi had never even asked anyone before - a confession Asmo had once drunkenly given on the otaku’s behalf. the amount of courage it must have taken to verbalise the question, to venture so far from his comfort zone… your heart swells. the poor demon must be scared shitless.

you don’t even entertain the idea of refusal. of all the centuries he’s had to ask this question, he’s asked you. he wants you.

finally, you cup his cheek in your hand. “I’d love to.” his eyes return to yours, staring wide and glossy over crimson cheeks.

“r-r-really?!” his voice squeaks. his expression is pure disbelief, like he was expecting you to echo his signature ‘disgusting reclusive weirdo’ tirade and flee back to your own room. when you smile again, leaning forwards so your forehead is pressed against his, he inhales sharply and tightens his grip on your waist.

“I’d be honoured, Levi.” your lips brush over his brow, his cheek, his nose. “I’ll take good care of you. I promise. just let me know if you want me to stop at any point, okay?”

(read the next part here)

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Mysterious Benedict Society Episode 7 Liveblog - A Joyful Lens

I wrote this and then completely forgot to come back to it, but here we are, the day before the final episode is dropping. 

Wow, immediate new record for how fast I’ve wanted to punch Curtain. Usually it takes at least a couple minutes but this time it was just. literally the first line. may your tea always be too bitter and scald your fucking tongue. 

HmmmmMMMMMMM MA’AM ARE YOU FAKING YOU’D BETTER BE FAKING

I am staring at Number Two under a microscope rn, ma’am are you okay. 

“Big day tomorrow” pls no that sounded so wrong. I’ve been saying big day today for the past year, and big day tomorrow made me v uncomfortable. 

Tbh I wouldn’t be shocked if Curtain picked up on the fact that there was something in the tea. Not that I think he’s smart enough to pick up on it, but he just seems paranoid enough as a person to notice that something’s off. 

UH OH UH OH UH OH OH NO 

Ughhhhh having such conflicting feelings on number two getting whammied because yes it’s bad but also the things she’s saying are things that Mr. Benedict really needs to hearrrrrrr and things she should have been saying all season but ehhh. Mixed feelings. 

Love Kate and Milligan’s farm system. All of the moments that show how much they’ve built their lives and relationship with one another over the past year really warm my heart. It’s a nice other side to the moments where they’re struggling with their relationship 

RUN SILENT RUN DEEP!!! Thank you for the actual episode title bc I’m still uncomfy over big day tomorrow

But also yeah Milligan, running silent running deep really worked out well for you last time, uh huh, I’m sure it’ll go off without a hitch this time 

Reynie did you really think Kate was going to stay put, I love your confidence in people 

Hey disney I can’t take Reynie and Kate getting whammied too, so keep that in mind pls 

AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CRYIJG I’M LAUGHING EO HARD 

THE STRAIGHTJACKETS 

THEIR FACES

THE WAY EVERYONE IS JUST🧍‍♂️

CONSTANCE’S TERRIFYING SMILE 

STICKY IS SO DONE HE LOOKS LIKE HE COULD SET CURTAIN ON FIRE WITH HIS EYES

I’m LAUGHING SO HARD 

Oh my god this feels like a fever dream

J e f f e r s, he’s so proud of himself, you pathetic pathetic man 

Where the fuck did you get straightjackets, Jeffers? Did you go to a store after grabbing them? HAVE YOU BEEN CARRYING THOSE AROUND FOR WEEKS??? 

The way unwhammied Constance would just be biting him. Someone get her some acid for whenever they bring her out of it 

Jeffers of course you don’t know how to take off a straightjacket, can’t you see you’re undercutting Curtain’s reunion with two of his child nemeses? 

CONSTANCE THROWING OFF THE STRAIGHTJACKET LMAOOOOO absolutely iconic 

Shedding it like she’s shedding all the negativity in her life rn. She was in that straightjacket because she chose to be 

Yeah Sticky!!! Get him!! Call him evil!! 

Ew no Curtain you’re not allowed to refer to people as ‘friend’ anymore, I thought we left that behind last season. 

Slightly disappointed we didn’t get Curtain expecting Constance to straight up murder him, but that’s okay 

Wait no. Don’t you fucking dare. 

FIGHT IT STICKY FIGHT IT

DO NOT TAKE STICKY TOO PLEEEEASE 

It’s so much worse because Curtain knows all of Sticky’s insecurities from last season and just. AGHHHH. 

WHY MUST WE ALWAYS CUT OFF BEFORE WE SEE IF THE HYPNOSIS WORKED. I’M TOO STRESSED FOR THIS. 

The Mabel Pines voice is really jumping out now that Number Two is whammied 

Ohhhhhh is number two getting whammied what’s going to knock Mr. Benedict out of the hypnosis??? He’s so worried 

YEAH, KICK!

It’s really interesting that Mr Benedict has been able to have analytical thought about the hypnosis while he’s in it, like “why am i feeling this way, i feel like i should be fighting this” but other people don’t seem to be able to do that. It might just be for story purposes from the writers, but I wonder if there’s an in-universe reason? 

H W A T 

WHY ARE YOU SINGING

OH NOW IT’S BOTH OF THEM 

WHY ARE WE GETTING THIWHQTTHEFUCJ 

This episode is making me question my grasp on reality like none of the other episodes have 

WOLVES CBSHFBSHB absolutely roasted

Hugs! Hugs! Hugs! Mr Benedict finally gets a hug~

“Dressed in the faded rags of a hostage” has the same energy as “the clothes of someone who has given up”. Unintentional jillsoncore

She! Requested! Yellow! 

Kate not knowing what an alpaca is is really good content, thank you disney 

“I know I tease you, Sticky, but the truth is, I enjoy your scientific facts.” Cuteeeeee, I kind of hope once she’s unwhammied she says she meant that even though she was under the happy influence, but she’ll probably just go back to her friendly bullying, which is okay too 

Kate and Constance hug Kate and Constance huggggg <3 <3 <3 

“She’s an absolute pleasure to be around” Sticky nooo, like I totally get it but nooooo 

Oh thank god Sticky didn’t get whammied, I couldn’t have taken that. 

Him doing long division in his head to avoid it is precious, he’s so good. 

Ahhh it is once again cult leader time. Great.  

WAIT IS THAT MISS PERUMAL IN THE BACK 

FEAR FEAR FEAR 

Uh oh Enzo

Oh that was REALLY fast since we saw him get hypnotized by Auguste like 2 episodes ago. I wonder why it seems to happen at different speeds for different people 

Ohhh Curtain seems very shaken by someone else freezing 

Lmaooooo J&J’s little super awkward backwards shuffle with the wheelie chair 

N I C K Y

N I C K Y 

N I C K Y 

RED ALERT 

OOF. 

I’m just buffering over not now nicky 

Okay okay back on track 

The track I’m back on is adoring Miss Perumal

But also no thanks I cannot take the kids realizing their parents have been whammied 

Milligan hugging kate but her expression just stays blank like she’s realizing what has happened uhhhhhh I’m in pain 

Constance is just. vibing. 

Idk if this is intentional but I love the framing of almost never having Constance and the other three in the same frame in this scene, and the only times they’re in the same frame there’s both a lot of distance between them and a tree splitting the frame between them 

No, you DO need Dr. Garrison, because I need the show to bring her back

WAIT YES 

I CALLED IT TWO EPISODES AGO, SOMEONE STOLE THE NOTEBOOK 

I was wrong on who did it, since I had guessed it would be Constance, but I’m still excited 

“Garrison’s proven she can’t be trusted with technology.” HEY. LEAVE MY FAVORITE WOMAN IN STEM ALONE. Haven’t you ever heard of intellectual property?

Uh oh he’s MAD mad 

Lmao at Mr. B poking his head up over the window

But also oof now he knows about the people freezing

Jackson and Jillson I’m so sorry you guys cannot catch a singular break 

Two people I love with all of my soul but also occasionally fear on deep a primal level 

Excuse me Curtain you do NOT get to yell at them 

Add J&J to the list of people who deserve post-Curtain therapy (and also to commit physical violence against him, but that’s a given) 

LMAO the side eye towards frozen Marlon on “current personnel situation” 

I hope Marlon can hear them vagueing him. Get wrecked.

Still going for that promotion, good for you guys 

Curtain put your psych 101 “correlation does not equal causation” away, we all know you don’t have a degree. 

✨Don’t fucking patronize my blorbos✨

Nooooo the way they both kind of just deflated the second he walked out of the room. Every time we see how scared they are of him I get sad™️. 

It’s hard for me not to feel sympathetic for them because it’s framed in a way like they’ve invested so much in him and his methods, and then he’s very threatening and dismissive. 

Someone made a comment last season that was something along the lines of “the girls are fightingggggg” and that’s what I think every time they snipe at each other <3 

MR BENEDICT AND CONSTANCE HUG!!!

Thank god it’s actually him, I got so scared from the post-trailer discussion 

But them them them <3 I’m so glad we got a proper little reunion even though I wish it was longer 

“I’ve successfully stolen several items recently” yeah you have! You’re doing great! 

I really love scenes where we see the talents of the kids being highlighted, I’ve really been missing that this season

The multitool!!!!!! I still think about Milligan saying “I whittled it. :) for the bucket :) 

ASDFGHJKL THE DANCING 

Once again feeling like I’m in a fever dream

We’ve got the dorky dancing and then Miss Perumal still looking absolutely STUNNING no matter what

“Where’s my dad? Let’s start with him” <3 <3 <3 <3 

Still wondering why Mr. Benedict is capable of rational thought about the happiness but other people don’t seem to be. Maybe just a plot hole but hmmm. 

This conversation happening during dancing feels pretty on point for this season

Katie kat! 

Constantly torn between how wholesome the interactions are and being horrified that everyone is hypnotized, but I love Milligan and Kate as always

Kate’s lil smile when Milligan gets mad!!!!!!!

Miss Perumal looking STUNNING as ever, I want to dance with her. If she told me to stay and get whammied I would listen to her

Curtain imposing his fashion crimes on everyone else this season can’t touch her, she’s too perfect

SHE’S. VIBING. 

“Trust me.” “And I do, with my life.” 🥰🥰🥰

J&J y’all need to run, I fear for your safety once number two gets unwhammied 

I’M 

WHAT

THEY JUST

HELP THEY STRAIGHT UP TACKLED HIM 

HELP 

When I said run that is NOT what I meant, but go off I guess uhhhhh

They’ve really been through it this season and I guess this was how those feelings manifested themselves 

Rip Jillson’s shoulder 

It’s all haha funny until I start thinking about the way he was immediately SO concerned for her

“That was an odd impulse!” WEUHFWIUVBS sir you just got tackled 

“She gets a vote now?” Yes she does because she’s perfection personified and everyone needs to respect her more

c o m a e 

Mr B looks :( :( so upset :( and it makes me upset 

Number two definitely meant removing Curtain from his followers when she said the best way to stop a snake is to chop off its head, and totally doesn’t want to physically start removing Curtain’s limbs 

“US” 🥰🥰🥰🥰🎉🎉🎉🎉

Curtain I’m begging you not to look into the camera while doing the hypnosis thing, it’s terrifying 

The facade is once again cracking!!

Gotta have one scene every season where Curtain is losing it in front of a mirror 

FLOWER DELIVERY

Good, get him 

Mr B patting Curtain’s leg when they’re about to drive away is giving me feelings 

I love all of the background interactions between the kids and adults 

YEAH GOOD DESTRUCTION GOOD JOB MILLIGAN 

Tell me why I half expected Jackson and Jillson to both have a sling just to continue the identical vibes 

ALL OF THEM SLEEPING IN THE BACK OF THE TRUCK OHHH FOUND FAMILY FOUND FAMILY FOUND FAMILY 

Wait no no NO NO NO 

Like we knew it was gonna happen but FUCK 

Okay final thoughts: 

Overall, I loved this episode too! I’m finding I’m really liking the later episodes as the plot ramps up and character beats come to a head, but I’ve been enjoying it all. I’m really interested to see how they close things out next episode, and how the hypnosis side effects end up being resolved, especially now that I don’t know if the main group is going to be going back to the compound at all. (J&J call in Garrison please, she can fix this.) And excited to see more character moments especially when people come out of the hypnosis. 

Where we’re at right now has me kind of worried for next episode, but I’m trying to stay optimistic. I feel like there are so many loose threads that need tying up, but with the much shorter episodes this season I’m a little worried things are going to feel really rushed next episode and not have very satisfying closures, or some things are just going to get dropped altogether.

But yes very good episode and I’m both excited for the next episode and already sad the season will be over. 

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Thurs 7 Jan ‘21

Z3 Z3 Z3 Z3 Z3 Z3 Z3!!! Firstly Zayn posted a teaser of a red curtain, labeled 'tomorrow', beginning to rise with a snippet of a song-- it's Vibez! Vibez is HERE! NEW ZAYN MUSIC! And hell yeah that's super exciting (and the curtain is reminiscent of the filming at the theater last month I'm hopeful we're about to get that video) but THAT'S not the half of it-- Z3 listings are UP! 'Nobody is Listening' (friend we are ABOUT TO BE and I CANNOT WAIT) is out Jan 15 and has 11 songs (titles unrevealed with the exception of Better, already released, and Vibez). The cover art is a painting of a bright colorful sea of staring faces; everybody looking, nobody listening? Spotify also has Vibez cover art- a cool blocky noir looking painting- and a new photo of Zayn smouldering in a tank top. Happy almost Zayn's birthday to US, and thank you very much!

Liam did a long live today with an also long BEARD (oh shush on his FACE you guys) to talk about Saturday's show, but then he ends up talking to Ben Winston for most of it which is, as you can imagine, a mixed blessing. I mean all that 1D reminiscing is great for dredging up unknown tidbits for us but otoh Ben: the part where Liam puts manager Steve on to say hi to Ben and it's just the two of them is the worst content I've seen in a minute and I mean... Holivia is current..? ANYWAY, before Ben, Liam has his cousin Ross on and tells us Ross will also have cousin Luke playing drums for him at the show Sat, and snippets of all the openers' music are played. They discuss accents, and Liam, as usual, says that he was just on the phone to Louis (relatable I too immediately think of Louis when discussing strong British accents). And then the Ben chat: they talk about the We Are 1D Family fan project at San Siro and how the band didn't know it was going to happen, Liam talks about not wanting to do the Leroy piece for the BSE video (“haha remember I had a meltdown but you made me do it!”:/), and they talk about the two Midnight Memories videos-- we learn that Ben didn't have anything to do with the scrapped first one so he can't release it sorry, and “you guys didn't like it so we had to make a new one in like a week”. Liam: “no I preferred the first one!”, lol. Ben talks shit about not liking You and I (no wonder he did her so dirty), Liam: “WHAT??” and “didn’t Zayn’s high note turn you on a little bit? It had to!” sksksjfa okay calm down there, and then he turns me into the 'had me in the first half' meme when he says his least favorite 1D song is I Would! CAN YOU BELIEVE. He quickly realizes though that no! He means I WANT! Yeah okay that makes more sense but jeez Liam, don't mess with me like that! He also says (not about I Would or I Want), “when I was younger I didn't really understand the songs as much as I understand them now, they mean so much more to me later on in life than they ever have done before, the feeling, the emotions that come through, the lyric as well for some of them.” Oh and Ben mentions the Grammy awards being pushed to March 14 which btw I forgot to say yesterday so there ya go. New date. And last but not least, new LP Act 4 merch! RAINBOW HOODIE! Omg it's so good! The rest is great too but that rainbow hoodie (uh 'hoody' that is hmm why) is soooo nice.

9 am PST came and went without a single Holivia pap pic, but don't worry (darlings) they were just a little late today, though you'll be excused if you didn't realize there were new ones, as they are simply more of the same batch as yesterday's- it was a very exciting parking lot after all, they needed a lot of documentation! Harry grabbing Olivia's arm SO AWKWARDLY is a gem though, I'm starting to have doubts that they're even really friends now that I'm seeing them interact so much tbh. I think the press time excitement was supposed to be the 'candid' pics of them drinking coffee together with Harry in the spa robe (taken... maybe you can guess... YES! it was over the weekend!) but aside from being memed they didn't seem to get much traction. Even so, the press is still all over Holivia ofc and if you only read one article about it PLEASE make it the Harper's Bazaar one that marveled at today's pics “Wilde happened to be wearing the same outfit from last weekend” oh SO CLOSE YOU GUYS, defensively states that Harry was wearing a mask (in response to the many articles out there about people being mad at him for not wearing a mask which yes are very much still up and not being suppressed by HSHQ, btw) but some enterprising layout person placed a picture of him without a mask right under that line, and tells us twice in a row that their relationship is 'very organic'-- definitely 100% truly oBvIOusLy ORGANIC, 'a source' says so. So you can see that clearly it's all very organic. In case you were wondering! STRONG honorable press mention for Vogue though, who declared that Holivia were “already 2021's most stylish pair” with a picture of Harry in his paint splattered merch hoodie and pushed up sweats; but then they also said the other day that larries were people “who ship Harry with Liam Payne”...hey Vogue I really recommend getting an intern if you're struggling, so helpful!

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title — a chaotic christmas pairing — doyoung x male reader genres — angst, fluff, soulmate au, christmas! warnings — language word count — 3.5k summary — you’ve finally come to terms with the fact that you have a crush on your friend, doyoung. but something throws a wrench in your plans, and all of a sudden nothing is going right anymore. additional — this is a very late and very belated fic release gift for my favorite doyoung simp @puppywritings​​. it’s me! i’m your secret santa and i come bearing gifts of soulmate!doyoung. when i saw that i had gotten you, i was so excited to write for you and our favorite boy! i’m sorry that i released this so late, but it’s here now. you requested a mix of angst and fluff, plus chaos and “everything would be solved if they just talked to each other.” hope you like it! may 2021 bring blessings and more doyoung content for you, love. 

“So, you like Doyoung.”

Ten’s bold statement causes you to choke, spitting out the hot cocoa you’re currently consuming. Heat covers your throat, but your coughing interrupts the sweetness of the chocolate. In your fit of coughs, Ten doesn’t even laugh.

When you finally come to, you sputter. “What—What makes you say that?” Now, your friend laughs, but it’s a dry chuckle that leaves his lips as if he’s laughing at you. “I don’t—” You cough again. “—like Doyoung. I mean, he’s nice, and tall, and funny—especially when he’s making fun of you, but, no! Well, I like him as a friend, I mean.” 

The look on your friend’s face is not at all convinced. “Sure…” 

You lean forward. Clearly your act is done and the curtains are closed. Now, your voice suddenly dips lower into a whisper, as if anyone in the mall food court would be listening to you. “How did you know?” 

Ten scoffs. “Sweetheart, everyone knows. Everyone except you and Doyoung, apparently.” A groan leaves your lips as you sit back in the seat, placing your cup of hot cocoa onto the table with a disgruntled expression. “Why don’t you tell him?” 

“We’re not soulmates, and everyone deserves to be with their soulmate,” you answer, eyes sad as you play with your cup mindlessly. Ten shoots you a pointed look before saying, “Not everyone has to be with their soulmate, Y/N. You know that.”

It’s true. Everyone is born with a soulmate, whom they must find because they share a tattoo somewhere on their body. Though the world loves to push soulmates together, it’s become commonplace for people not to pursue their relationships with the ones the universe had deemed them perfect for. Sometimes those relationships don’t work out, or people are unhappy with who they have. In any case, it’s fairly common for people to choose their own relationships. But, that’s not the case with your friend group. Though it had been just you, Doyoung, Ten, and Kun since the beginning of university, the group had been expanded when the latter two introduced their soulmates into the friend group.

“Easy for you to say, you have Johnny,” you scoff, crossing your arms across your chest. “And Kun has Seunghee. You guys are the perfect couples, and I don’t want to mess up what Doyoung and I have because we tried to date but weren’t soulmates.” Your voice is sullen as you shake your head, as though the action could dispel any lingering thoughts and romantic feelings you had for your friend Doyoung. 

“Listen,” says Ten, voice suddenly serious. “He likes you too.”

“Don’t give me false hope.” 

“I’m not!”

The look you give him is enough to make him do a double take. “Did you ask him, or hear it directly from him?”

“... No.”

His answer brings about a roll of your eyes. “Then you don’t know that he likes me back.” 

“It’s obvious! Just like how your feelings are obvious,” he exclaims, downing the rest of his coffee down his throat (along with a shake of your head). When you ask why he cares so much, he sighs. “Because it’s so goddamn frustrating! You guys have known each other for years now, and you’ve been tiptoeing around each other for so long, it’s so annoying.” His hand comes out to rub his forehead, as if your mutual (?) pining with Doyoung could bring about physical pain. 

It’s true that you’ve hidden your feelings for Doyoung for a while now… When the four of you met at your university’s freshman orientation, you and Doyoung had instantly clicked. Of course, you were all close but it seemed that you and Doyoung always had an especially close bond. You do like him; he’s intelligent and well-spoken (and perhaps a little blunt), but his gummy smile makes your heart melt every time. You just hadn’t realized that it had been so deathly obvious to your other friends. Hopefully… Doyoung hadn’t caught on either. 

Biting down on your lip, you look up from where you had been staring at the ground in thought and back to Ten across the table. “You really think he likes me?”

“I’m about 89.45% sure. I should talk to him about it.” 

“No!” You suddenly exclaim, not realizing how loud your voice rose in the public food court, attracting a few eyes from nearby shoppers. “Wait—maybe… maybe you should. You can talk to him and then tell me what he says. But don’t make it obvious! Don’t tell him we talked about him.” 

Ten rolls his eyes at your dramatic worry. “I’m not completely conspicuous like you are.” Then he stands, tossing his empty Starbucks paper cup into the nearby trash can. “Now hurry up, I have to get Johnny’s gift before they run out of maid’s outfits.”

Your hand meets your forehead in a facepalm. 

-

It seems like nowadays Ten’s mission is to annoy Doyoung to the max. 

“Is Johnny busy or something?” asks Doyoung through gritted teeth as Ten spins around in his desk chair. The former had been trying to study when the Thai man paid him a visit at his apartment to disturb his peace. Ten simply continues to spin in perpetual circles on Doyoung’s chair, seemingly not a care in the world. 

“No,” replies Ten. “I just wanted to hang out with you, bro.”

Doyoung grimaces at his friend. “Please don’t call me that.”

“I could call you mom like I call Kun.” 

“No thanks,” responds the dark haired male with a quiet chuckle as he grabs a packet of ramen from the pack atop his fridge. As Doyoung begins to pour some water into the pot on the stove, Ten suddenly stops spinning and he’s seemingly not dizzy at all, seeing as he walks forward to lean on the kitchen counter. 

“So, how are you, buddy?” He suddenly asks, trying to remain casual but failing poorly. Ten’s never been the type for small talk. 

Doyoung knows this, so he cocks an eyebrow over his steaming pot of ramen. “I’m doing just fine, buddy.” Ten nods in understanding, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. At this point, Doyoung has given him a clearly confused expression. “Okay, what do you want? You only show up unannounced to steal my food or complain, and you’re doing neither.” 

The man in question fakes an overly dramatic gasp, hand on his chest. “How could you accuse me of something like that? I just want to catch up with my friend.” 

Pouring his ramen into a bowl Doyoung rolls his eyes. “Are you here to gossip then?” 

“Ask me how I am first.”

A dry laugh leaves Doyoung’s lips before he capitulates. “Fine. How are you?”

“I’m doing great, thank you for asking. You know why? Because I found out some spicy information.” 

“Do share,” drawls Doyoung as he blows his ramen, though he seems not at all interested. Oh, he’ll be interested after this, thinks Ten mischievously. 

“I found out that Y/N has a crush on someone.” 

A sputter is heard from Doyoung’s end as he chokes on the few ramen pieces he had been slurping during his friend’s reveal. Wow, thinks Ten. The two of you are more alike than you think. After he clears his throat, he speaks, “Y/N has a crush on someone.” Ten nods proudly. Doyoung blinks, running a hand through his dark locks. “Okay, um… that’s good for him. Why are you telling me this though?”

The man in question shrugs, a mischievous grin on his lips. This is exactly how he wanted it to go. “Just thought I’d let you know. So you can prepare for having another person join the group.”

“Oh, well… I guess that leaves me as the only single person in the group, then,” says Doyoung, voice softened as he looks down at his noodles. 

“Yep,” responds Ten with a tone much too cheerful for his friend’s previous tone, popping the ‘p.’ If he hadn’t been so occupied with staring thoughtfully into his food Doyoung would have noticed. Ten’s plan is working just as desired. 

“Oh,” Doyoung suddenly speaks up. “I forgot to tell you. I found my soulmate.” 

Oh, shit. 

Ten blinks. “W-What? You met your soulmate?”

Now Doyoung rubs his nape, looking a bit sheepish. “I did…” With the slight smile that Doyoung wears on his lips, Ten can see that the man must be enamored by his new soulmate. When had he met them? How had he found out? Did he see their tattoo? Ten is seeing his plan crumbling right before his eyes. 

Of all their friends, Doyoung was the most hopeless romantic. He romanticized the idea of finding his soulmate, someone who held half of his soul. He would surely much rather pursue his soulmate, but Ten hadn’t taken that into consideration. After all, he hadn’t expected Doyoung to find his soulmate right as he planned to get his two best friends together!

“Well, that’s… good, isn’t it?” 

Still looking down, staring deeply into his bowl of noodles, Doyoung nods. “Yeah, I guess it is.” 

Oh god, Y/N will be devastated to find out, and it’ll be all his fault. 

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The look on your face when he tells you is one he’d like to forget. You’ve liked Doyoung for so long, even if you had only come to terms with it a while ago. Ten knows this, and so he feels even worse for being the one to give you hope. 

“Y/N, I’m s—”

“Don’t apologize,” you cut him off, wearing a cheery smile on your lips. Even from a mile away, Ten would be able to tell how fake it is. “This is good, right? I told you, he’s supposed to find his soulmate. That’s how the universe works.” 

Today instead of the mall, you’re both sitting on the couch in Ten’s apartment and now you hug the couch pillow close to your chest. You look sad, and Ten almost feels pain from how defeated you look. “I’m sorry, because I gave you hope and you told me not to.” 

“It’s okay,” you say, suddenly standing from your spot on the couch. Next, you give a dry laugh, but it comes out strained. “Since when did you ever listen to what I said, anyways?” 

“Y/N, it’s okay to be upset.”

“I’m not,” you deny, beginning to walk out of the living room. “But I have to go get some more Christmas gifts before the mall closes. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Y/N,” he calls once more. There’s no stopping you, he knows, so he follows you instead. “It’s snowing outside. Let’s go together, at least.”

“No,” you say, giving him a small smile as you slip your shoes on. “You’re one of the people I have to get gifts for. I’ll just take a taxi or something. Bye, Ten. Thanks for… trying, I guess.” And then you leave, and he swears that as you disappear from his home and out onto the snowy cold street, he sees the ghost of pain on your face. 

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It’s a week of avoiding Doyoung and practically everyone when he finally calls you. Seeing his name light up on your phone makes you bite down on your lip in fear. You don’t know what it is that’s made you ignore him and the rest of your friends for a week, but… you needed time apart. 

“Hello?” You ask, trying to keep your voice natural.

“Y/N,” says Doyoung on the line, and you have to physically stop yourself from sighing into his tone. His voice is dark and deep as usual, you’ve missed hearing it. “Why have you been avoiding me?” 

He’s always been straight-forward, and you don’t even have time to be surprised that he’s caught you. But, you can’t tell him the truth. “I haven’t been avoiding you,” you lie. “I’ve just been… busy. Christmas shopping and stuff. Plus, it’s really cold outside, I don’t really like going outside.” 

There's silence, then Doyoung sighs. “Is everything alright?” 

No, not really. “Yeah,” you tell him. “Everything’s fine, I promise.” 

“Is it about that person? Ten mentioned that you liked someone, and were considering telling them.” It’s you, you dimwit. You want to tell him that, but you can’t. It’ll only ruin everything he’s supposed to have with his soulmate. “You know, you can always come talk to me about it. I’m not experienced in dating, but I’ll give you all the advice I have.” His words are accompanied by a small laugh.

You can’t help but smile. That’s why you’ve always liked him so much. Despite being blunt and sometimes brutally honest, he is always there for you. “Thanks, Doyoung,” you respond gratefully. “I’ll be in touch, I promise.” 

“Okay, good. I miss having you around, anyways. You left me to fifth wheel the couples,” he says, referring to your friends and their significant others. 

You laugh, and it’s a happy sound albeit dampened by the reminder that you can’t like him anymore the way you do right now. “Sorry about that. I’ll be around soon.” 

“Okay. Talk to you later?”

“Yeah.” 

Then he hangs up, and when he does, he’s left staring at Kun’s face from across the table. “I don’t know what to do,” he admits to his friend.

-

“What the hell did you do, Ten?” Kun says as he bursts into Ten’s apartment, having just finished meeting Doyoung at the coffee shop. The man in question is sitting on his couch watching a movie when he looks up at the sudden appearance of his friend. “How can you be sitting on the couch when your friends’ friendships are falling apart?”

Ten’s eyes widen. “You mean Doyoung and Y/N?” The Thai man suddenly jumps up to his feet, knocking over his bowl of popcorn. “I don’t know what I did! I was just trying to get them together and then everything went to shit!” 

He runs his hands through his hair, making it run crazy. Even without the appearance of Kun to scold him, he’s clearly been torn up by the situation as well. 

“Just… tell me what you did,” says Kun calmly, for he had always been the calm and level-headed mediator.

“Okay.” Ten takes a deep breath, recalling all of the events of the past few weeks. “Y/N told me that he liked Doyoung.” At Kun’s pointed look he retracts his words. “Okay, I tricked him into confessing it to me, but that’s beside the point! Then, he asked me to talk to Doyoung about it and find out if Doyoung liked him too. But then Doyoung told me that he found his soulmate! And when I told Y/N he got really sad and upset about it, and now he’s been ignoring me for a week!” 

“Y/N is Doyoung’s soulmate, you daft twit!” 

Ten stops in his tracks, eyes wide. “Wait—what did you just say?”

“I just met with Doyoung, and he told me that Y/N is his soulmate. He said he didn’t tell anyone because you told him that Y/N likes someone else, when we all know that Y/N has been heart-eyes for Doyoung since the beginning of time!” Kun exclaims at him, rubbing the space between his eyes where a headache has formed when he finishes. 

Ten simply stands there in the mess of popcorn and couch pillows, blinking with his crazed hair. “Oh god, I’ve created a shit show.” 

“Everything would be solved if they just talked to each other,” whines Kun as he collapses onto the couch. Ten follows beside him, simply staring into the space before sighing. “We have to fix this.” 

Then suddenly, as though possessed by a strange energy, Ten asks, “Why did Doyoung tell you and not me?” 

“He was asking me for advice. And obviously he wouldn’t tell you, look at the mess you made!”

-

Your fingers are freezing as you type out a text to Kun on your phone. He had asked you to meet up with him at the cafe you often frequented in the town square to catch up over hot chocolate, and despite the fact that you had been ignoring your friends for quite a while, you figured… you’ll have to face them eventually. The only problem is… he’s late. 

The snow crackles beneath your shoes as you rock back and forth on the balls of your feet outside the cafe. Kun isn’t one to be late, always favoring punctuality, so you’re perplexed. But it’s only his first time being late, so you’ll go easy on him. 

“God,” you sigh. Tapping your hands on your cheeks, where the cold has begun to steal your sensation of feeling from them, you look around again. “Where is he?” 

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

You turn to find the owner of the voice, but it’s not Kun. A breath leaves your lips, seen in the air. “Doyoung? What are you doing here?”

“You’ve been ignoring me,” he says, straight-forward as always. Though you haven’t seen him in a short while, he still takes your breath away upon first glance. He’s dressed today in a black coat atop a black turtleneck, and you see even the bulb of his nose has become reddened from the cold. Now there’s really no avoiding the situation. “I figured you wouldn’t respond if I asked, so I had Kun set it up.” 

He’s caught you in the act. “I…” You don’t know what to say. “I’m sorry.” 

“Why?” He asks, hands tucked into his pockets. The way his eyebrows furrow into his forehead make him look even more hurt beyond understanding, and you feel horrible. 

You can’t tell him… It will ruin everything he’s supposed to have with his soulmate. You’re sure by now, that he must have already had time to spend in the presence of his soulmate, learning their ins and outs to savor for the rest of their lives together. But even against your common sense… it comes out. 

“I like you.” 

Doyoung’s lips fall open just the slightest, but you continue. “I like you, God, I like you so much. But Ten told me that you found your soulmate, and I didn’t want to ruin anything. I know that soulmates are just stupid excuses for the universe’s matchmaking, but even so, you should be with your soulmate… Doyoung, I like you so much, and knowing that I couldn’t have you just hurt even more. I know, it was selfish of me to ignore you but I just… can’t look at you and accept that.” You sigh. “It doesn’t matter anyways. I… I’m sorry.”

You begin to turn away, figuring you’ve all but ruined your friendship with your favorite person, but a force tugging on your hand causes you to stop. Doyoung has wrapped his nimble fingers around the circumference of your wrist, and he speaks firmly:

“You are my soulmate.”

You stop in your tracks. Eyes wide, you turn back to him. “What did you just say?”

The eyes that he looks at you with are warm, like a blazing crimson fire in the cold night of winter. “You’re my soulmate. And if you were hurt thinking I found my soulmate, imagine how I felt being ignored by my soulmate.”

“How do you know?” You ask. You’ve been friends with Doyoung for years; there’s no way this information of him being your soulmate has evaded you this long. “How do I know you’re not lying?” 

“Do you remember that night, a few weeks ago? When we got caught in the rain walking back from the library, and ran into my apartment? I gave you a shirt so you could change, and then I saw it.”

Your soulmate tattoo. 

“A rabbit, on the side of your torso.”

Your tattoo (which had been the source of your embarrassment for many years) had never been seen by any of your friends before. Now, it’s your time to be surprised, lips falling open. Despite the cold, you feel heat rise in your body and your heartbeat begins to quicken. 

“You’re…” You start, but find yourself speechless. He finishes for you, a sweet smile on his lips.

“Your soulmate.” He takes your hand in his. “And you’re mine.” 

“Oh my god,” you sigh, free hand coming to meet your forehead in a facepalm. “I’ve been such a shitty person the past few weeks, I’m so sorry. You’re… You’re really my soulmate.”

“Yeah, I am.” He smiles, gums showing proudly as you finally let him in.  Now, he holds up a finger. “And I’ll forgive you for ignoring me, on one condition.” 

“What is it?”

“Go into this cafe with me, let me buy you hot chocolate, and tell me everything about my soulmate.”

A laugh leaves your lips, delighted and emotional as you nod. “We’ve been friends for years, you already know everything about me.” He begins to pull you by the hand into the cafe, the ringing bell of the door sounding familiar to his laugh.

“Well, tell me again. I’d love to hear it.” 

[okskz]

Special Gift for Special Someone.

Mia + Chan

chan invites mia to go christmas shopping with her to help him find the perfect gift for elsy.

day 22 of 25 days of okskz! a bit short but hope you guys enjoy and please feel free to leave some feedback because it is always appreciated!

[9th Member of Stray Kids]

“Hello, my dearest, favorite person in the whole wide world.” Chan said while he laid on top of Mia, squishing her down on the couch.

The girl groaned, Chan ruining her perfect nap time and having no noise surrounding her. She raised a brow. “Excuse me? Is there something you need?”

“Oh great! Now that you’ve asked. I need you to come Christmas shopping with me.”

“Can i think about it?”

“No.” Chan got off Mia, grabbing her wrist to pull her up in a sitting position. “Because I really need your help.”

“My help? You couldn’t ask the other members or something? Felix?”

“Again, no.” Chan answered. “If you come with me, I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“Hmm, tempting.” Mia sighed. “Fine, let’s go.”

Chan clapped his hands before already hurrying his way out the door. He was lucky that Mia was already dressed. If not, he would have been waiting forever for them to leave their dorms.

“What exactly are you looking for? I thought you already finished Christmas shopping?” Mia questioned Chan. She could have sworn she heard him up at two in the morning, struggling to wrap some presents a couple of days ago.

“I need to find one more.” He said as they entered a jewelry shop. He had something set in mind on what he wanted to gift Elsy but needed some opinions.

And since Mia was the second person closest to her, Chan knew she would be a lot of help.

“Okay, so I’m guessing you’re buying some jewelry? Ring? Bracelet? Necklace? And for who?” Since being in a jewelry store, Mia knew so far that whoever it was going to be for had to be someone special in Chan’s life. And so far, Mia could only think of two. “Your mom?”

Chan shook his head no. “Not my mom, I already got hers. But this gift is for someone really special. So I need to get something good.”

Mia smirked to herself, now she was only left with one more person. It was almost too easy. “Elsy has mentioned she needed a new diamond necklace if that will help you.”

Chan turned his direction so quick to look at Mia, shocked written all over it. “W-What? How- How did you know?” He stuttered.

“Oh, Chris. Unless it’s not your mom you’re getting something like this. It’s Elsy.” She answered. “Am I right or am I right?”

Chan turned back around, ignoring Mia. Which only answered that she was in fact right. And she wasn’t done messing with Chan. “You guys are dating, huh?”

Chan halted, turning right back around as he stared at her. “Just dating, no title.”

Mia’s mouth dropped as she let out a small gasp. “Bang Chan!” She squealed. “I so knew it.”

“Literally how can you figure this out so quickly?!” Chan exclaimed. “Didn’t you say math was your worst subject? You can’t figure out that but you can surely figure out this.”

“I feel like you’re trying to call me dumb just because I can’t do numbers.” Mia scoffed.

“What?! That’s not- no!”

Mia let out a laugh. “Just messing with you. But I mean, it’s really not hard to put two and two together.”

“Please enlighten me.”

“Why is it that you and Elsy stopped talking then out of nowhere are talking again- I saw you two talking at MAMA. Not only that, but you’re buying her expensive gifts. Yeah, just friends don’t do that. I mean- unless you’re rich which-“ Mia shook her head. “This is just different though.”

“Oh! And forgot to mention, you two began talking again after Elsy literally confessed to me that she once liked you and still does. So Chan, it’s really simple to get what’s happening.”

Chan let out a frustrated sigh, pinching the top of his nose. “Why don’t you just work for the FBI instead? I’m sure you’ll do great in there. Forget being an idol.”

“Because dancing is fun!” Mia clapped.

“Well since you know now, I can still trust you in keeping this a secret right?”

“Why of course, Channie!”

“Okay, now please help me.”

The two began in search to find the perfect necklace for Elsy. They knew it couldn’t be simple, because Elsy wasn’t one to be simple. Chan had to find one that literally screamed out Elsy’s name to him.

Which he did ended up finding. A little pricey. But he knew it was worth it if it was for Elsy. She was worth everything to him.

“Thank you for helping me, Mia.” Chan said as the two walked out the store. “I hope she loves it.”

“And she will.” Mia reassured him. “She likes diamonds and she likes you and this coming from you she’ll definitely love.”

“-also, I swear Chan, you hurt her once and if you do it again I’ll hurt you.” She threatened. “Because lets not forget something here you aren’t just dating Elsy, you’re dating The Elsy.”

“Galindo, I know!” Chan laughed. “Trust me, I know.”

[darkmulti]

Detention!

Stray Kids

Parings: teacher, incubus! Chan x female reader

Genre: smut, duh

Word Count: 1.9k

HEAVY SMUT

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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Synopsis: Y/N lies to Mr. Bang and well.... he has to punish her.

~Hope you enjoy~

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A/N: 🤷‍♀️ warnings are after undercut~ not edited, please don’t kill me😔

⚠️Warnings: degradation, compelling, mentions of watersport, rough sex, spanking, slapping, spitting, marking, readers first time, hair pulling, choking, blood, overstimulation, dacryphilia

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Y/N lays her tongue on a flat piece of paper, making it wet. She rips the wet part and rolls it into a ball, then loads it into her straw. One eye closed and the other eye aimed right at her teacher. She blows into the straw and the spitball launches out, landing on her teachers face. “Y/N! I’m trying to teach a class here!” The troublemaker makes a baffled face and says, “it wasn’t me!”

“I saw you spit it at me.” He turns around and puts the marker on his desk. Her teacher walks over and inspects her desk. “Ah ha!” He pulls out the piece of paper and sets it on her desk. “What’s this?” He questions, moving his glasses down.

“It’s a random piece of paper. It’s not mine!” She scoffs and kicks the chair in front of her. “Nice try, detention after school. I need to discipline you for lying.”

Y/N sticks her tongue out to him, “you’re not my mom! You don’t get to tell me what to do!” Chan rolls his eyes and goes back to the front to finish off his lesson before school ends. Y/N chewed on her gum, while twirling her hair with her finger. She was half asleep when school finally ended. She quickly puts on her bag and mixes in with the students trying to leave.

“Not so fast, Y/N!” The man pulls her back by her backpack and tells the rest of the students to scurry off. “You have detention.” The brat makes a shocked face. “Oh, I forgot.”

“I’m sure you did…” he goes over to the door and locks it. “Little slut.”

“Excuse me? You don’t say that to a student, sir.”

“I can say whatever I want to say. I can make you do whatever I want you to do. I can stop you from breathing… If I wanted to, I could even piss in your mouth.”

“S-sir, I can report you for this!”

“With what proof?”

The girl's heart raced in her chest and her breath hitched. “It’s still wrong and you know it!” Chan slowly walks closer to her, tracing his fingers along the desk. “It’s wrong, but it feels right.” Y/N starts backing away not knowing what to do. “P-please sir. We can work something out. I-I won’t lie, or misbehave in class. I’ll be a good student!” She keeps backing up until her back hits the wall. She looks to her right for one second, and the next Chan has her arms pinned, above her head. His eyes slowly turn red, and Y/N notices. She rapidly blinks, to check if she was hallucinating or not.

Chan chuckles and cups the compelled girls cheek. “From now on you’ll do whatever I say. You will enjoy everything that I give you, and will take it without a problem. You will call me daddy or master, and be my little housewife. Understood?”

“Understood daddy.” Her cold eyes turned into soft ones and she slightly smiled. “P-please u-use me.” Her eyes sparkle upon saying this. “Gladly.” Chan lets go of her hand and starts kissing her jawline down to her neck. He rips off her clothes and throws them behind in a blink of an eye. “Wow daddy! That was fast!” The demon hums and attacks her tits; sucking on her right one while roughly massaging the left.

“Master! It feels so good.” She throws her head back and arches her back. Her sensitive nipples stung from all the saliva it absorbed, causing her to hiss. Chan left purple marks all over the girl's chest and neck. He picked her up and laid her on the desk. She put her legs high up waiting for her masters order.

Her master takes his belt off and spanks the girls ass. He grabbed her legs and flipped her over, onto her stomach. “Are you ever going to lie to daddy?” He spanks her ass, and pushes her face down. “Tell me babygirl, I’m giving you permission to talk.” The demon spanks her again, this time leaving a little blood. “I-I w-will never l-lie a-again.”

“Good.” Chan gets on his knees and licks the blood away. “I wonder if your cum will taste as sweet as your blood… Let's find out.”

“Uh.. daddy, can you please be gentle? I-it’s my first-” Before she could finish her sentence, the man starts to laugh. “Master, what’s so funny?!” She frowns and looks behind at him. “The school’s slut is a virgin?” Daddyy!” She cries out. “It hu-urts!” She sobs in Chan’s arms and he ruthlessly goes faster. The tiny girl lets out a quiet scream while cumming.

Her legs go numb and she almost collapses to the floor but the man behind her catches her. He bends her over the table and picks up his pace. “WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU CAN CUM?!” He angrily growls at her. “N-n one, master.” She silently sobs, and looks away not wanting to get in more trouble. “Next time tell me!” He gives her another full thrust and his tip reaches deep in hitting her gspot. “AhHHHH IM GONNA CUM!” She lets out her sobs and cums again. “I-I’m so s-sorry daddy! Please forgive me I-I couldn’t control it!” She shakes in fear under the man.

“You could’ve held it in, but you just like being a disobedient brat. Just you wait. Once I’m done with you, you’ll be afraid to make eye contact with me. I’ll fuck that little brat right out of you body, and fuck her too.”

“N-no! Please don’t hurt me master! I-I love you.”

Chan smirks, knowing that he has her tightly wrapped around his finger. “You love me? Already? Even though I’m fucking your guts out?”

“Y-you don’t l-love me?”

“No”

Y/N gasps and starts screaming and crying under him. “GET OFF ME IF YOU DON’T LOVE ME!” The little kicks her feet trying to get him off of her, clearly hurt that he doesn’t love her. “Listen here you fucking cunt. I won’t EVER love you. I don't love. I’ll fuck you everyday, you take it, no questions asked.”

“NO! I WANT SOMEONE TO LOVE ME!”

“NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE SUCH A NASTY WHORE!”

Chan throws her across the room in anger and his eyes start turning black. “You want to love a demon? Demons can’t love! And even if they could, why would I ever love you?!”

He picks her up off the floor and pins her against the whiteboard, getting closer to her face. “Am I unlovable?” She asked. The man picked her up and held onto her thighs. His tip rubbed her wet lips and Chan titled his head. “Do you think that you’re unlovable?” She nods. “Well you’re wrong. No one will ever love you.” His hand immediately covers her mouth as he thrust his hips up, shoving all of his cock in. She squeezes her eyes shut, but the tears keep coming anyways. At this point his words hurt more than his actions.

Her core began to sting from overstimulation. Each time he would thrust in, her breath would be knocked out of her, as well as some tears. She no longer wanted to talk to him, even though her pussy was saying something else. Her cunt was throbbing around his cock, suffocating it. This drove the demon insane. His black horns started to rise up in his head, indicating that he was sensitive but angry.

He held her still while fucking the attiude out of her. She sobs and tries to get him to loosen his grip, but he only holds tighter. “Daddy I’m going to cum!” Her hair sticks onto her forehead and she rolls her eyes back feeling him destroying her gspot. “Don’t cum yet, hold it in” her eyes widen and she quickly sucks everything in. She clenches her jaw and starts crying again, but this time, a lot louder. “I-I can’t hold it!”

“HOLD IT!” The demon bites on her neck, sucking some blood out. She screams and kicks her feet, wanting out. “Too much- daddy please!”

“Cum for me whore! Cum all over my cock!”

Y/N moans and throws her head back, banging it on the whiteboard. She spills her white juices on his cock, while he releases in her. They stay like that for thirty seconds, trying to catch their breath. Chan drops her onto the floor and she lands on her buttocks. “Get on your fucking knees” the little is quick to obey and gets in knees infront of her master.

“When I cum, I cum a lot.” He strokes his cock super fast until his cum shoots at her face and tits. “Open your mouth.” She opens her mouth and his thick, sweet cum lands on her tongue. Chan looks down and spits in her mouth too. “Swallow.”

Y/N gulps it all down while making eye contact with his black eyes. He picks her up off the ground and praises her for taking it. The man was about to lick his cum off her face until someone walks in,

“Chan, what’s taking-” Felix’s eyes widen and jaw drops.

“Perfect timing brother. I was just about to call you.”

To be continued~

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Y’all already know an aussie threesome bout to happen.

Not edited… too tired 😓

Edit: I STILL HAVENT EDITED IT SOMEONE HELP ME! SCHOOLS SLAPPING MY ASS HARDER THEN BANG CHAN!

Don’t make fun of me for dumb mistakes:(

It 1:34am 🥺

[deobitchxx]

Hi! Can I request for prompts 65 & 90 smut with hyunjae? 😳 thank you for writing! I just read some and I love your fics!

[ 10:25 // 19.09.2020 // R.SMUT ] “Thank you for paying your attention to my presentation, I hope the information I’ve told will lead us to a better and modern life.” The applause from the workers dominated the meeting room, causing your lips to form a proud smile. You took a peek over the young man that was sending you death glares, teasingly raised your eyebrow off and stuck your tongue to spice up the teasing. If glaring could be classified as another method of killing, you probably won’t see the next sun rising. Mr. Lee Jaehyun or preferably Hyunjae, your one and only rival in the rising company both of you were working in. He was the managing director, while you were the executive director. It pissed you off when you could entitle the latter title, but the only thing that blocked you from being promoted higher than him was because you were not the daughter of the CEO. Ugh, fuck those privilages. You worked your ass off to get into the top but your sweet dreams crushed into pieces once Mr. Lee, the CEO, informed the company about the new managing director, which later he introduced him as his son. 

“Can’t you see the face Mr. Lee just made back then? You totally knocked him down,” your assistant nudged you on your shoulder. You smirked it off, “It was his fault to get on my nerves. This was supposed to be my project but his dick tried to brush in and thought that he could win over me. He should’ve known his places, I’ve worked here for years.” Your assistant giggled over your sentence and nodded along, agreeing with you. “Don’t you think you’re being over the top?” Both of your and your assistant’s steps paused once the devil appeared in-front of you with his assistant next to him. “Your ideas just happened to be an iota contrary with mine, don’t hold your head up too high my darling.” He raised his cup of coffee up, asking for a cheer. You simpered, looking pleased with yourself, “At least I’m not that stupid enough to ask the other managers the meaning of asset and liability.” You leaned closer to him and poured your tea to his cup, mixing the solution together with your pinky finger and licking it off. “Enjoy your drink, Hyunjae.” 

“We’ll be heading off first, please don’t overwork yourself.” The workers under you bid a goodbye wave to you before walking out from the office. You waved back to them, leaning against the white coloured spinning chair of yours. You could feel your lids heavied, as you slowly close your eyes and drift to a short nap. “Here comes your favourite jjajangmyeon~” Your eyes lit up once the pleasing voice rang through your ear, seeing one of your favourite men walk past the door with your favourite food. “Cho Seungyoun!” Even your voice raised a few octaves higher, showing off your excitement to meet the latter. He smiled as he opened his arms, “Come here, let me give you a warm hug.” You chuckled and ran towards him. Before he could pull you into his embrace, you snatched the food away from him and totally forgot the man as you headed back to the small cafeteria inside your office. Cho Seungyoun, just like another typical k-drama, he’d been by your side ever since both of you entered the same middle school. He did make his feelings obvious to you, but you told him that you wanted to have a stable job first before proceeding to romance.

Both of you were chatting happily while eating the dinner together. You told him how proud you were that day and he listened to you without any complaints. He even stayed there for hours since you said that you wanted to stay a bit to finish up the last touch of the project. “I discovered that we still have chances to get your project accepted.” Hyunjae just came back from having dinner at the nearby restaurant with his assistant. He decided to stay a little bit longer and worked more, the desires to win over you still dominating him. He was heading to his office with the assistant and while walking past your office, he saw you chatting with the same man that had been wandering around the company. He stopped for a while, taking a peek over through the window glasses. Seungyoun went behind you and gave you a shoulder massage, letting out an approval short of satisfying moaning. “I heard that the man has been visiting our company a lot, never knew Mrs. Y/N was the reason behind all of these.” His assistant noticed the sudden pause of Hyunjae’s steps, realising he was watching you behind those windows. “Who is he?” “He? Oh, he is Cho Seungyoun. I heard that he invested a lot in our company. Some workers claimed that they’ve seen him around in lobby, and turned out he was waiting for Mrs. Y/N for lunch together.” 

It has been days, but Hyunjae can’t stop thinking about that man that hovered around you. He even asked his assistant to do a background check on him. “Why would he keep sticking around her when they’re not official at all to begin with?” He groaned and threw his back against the leather chair, spinning the pen with his fingers. He thought he only had a slight crush on you, but not when he realised he totally fell for you. The way you always try to make sure you’re way better than him and how you get competitive everytime you hear his name-- Everything about you almost becomes imperfectly perfect in his eyes. He knew that everything will went downhill once he confess to you, so he decided to play dumb and act along as if he equally hate you too. He looked over the clock, it was showing 21:09. That’s it, he decided to make it clear tonight or else he might lose his chance. He stood up and wore his suit while heading to the door, right when he was about to wrap his hand around the doorknob, it was twisted from the other side as he automatically took backward steps to let the door open. There, he saw you standing with papers in your arms, “W-What are you doing here?” 

“Did you forget that I need your signature for this project? Well, what can I even expect from someone like you.” You rolled your eyes, knowing that he won’t help you with those papers. You headed to the sofas and placed the papers on the coffee table. You took a seat on the sofa without waiting for his consent, immediately focusing on the project back. “Hey, at least do me a favour and close the door alright? You were doing nothing just by standing near the doorframe.” You retorted, seeing the reflection of his through the glass window that also displayed the night view of the city. “O-Oh,” he snapped back to reality and closed the door behind him, heading to the head couch and looked over you. “W-Where should I sign?” “Why were you shuttering? Do you just realise how good looking I am?” You joked. “Yes.” Your eyes lose focus on those words, your mind totally forgot which parts you read and which you haven’t. You looked up to see the man, hoping to get a “haha, sike, you thought you were beautiful?” but instead a pointed look by the latter. “We don’t have time to joke around, Hyunjae.” “In which part do you think I’m in the mood for joking?” He leaned closer to you, giving you time to push him away if he made you feel uncomfortable.

Instead, you just stayed there and waited for him to get closer until he pressed his lips against yours. He moved his lips on yours, as you closed your eyes and lost your grips on the papers. He held your shoulders and pulled you softly on the sofa, before his hands crawled back up to caress your cheeks. The dominance of each tongue drove him crazy, leading him to grab your buttcheek across the pencil skirt of yours, earning a moan from you and took this chance to shove and explore his tongue inside your mouth. He pulled away for you to catch some breath, but his kisses continued travelling down from your lips to your neck and collarbone. He was licking your skin and before he could proceed with his teeth sinking against your skin, you tried to speak in between the oxygen that you were trying to inhale, “Don’t be so rough, there can’t be any marks.” He narrowed down his eyebrow and locked his eyes with yours, “And what’s the reason behind it?” You bit your lower lips and looked away, not wanting to continue the topic that you’ve just started. “Are you worried that guy might discover what we’ve done tonight?” He stole back your attention as you stared at him, “W… Which guy?” 

“That dude, Cho Seungyoun.” Hyunjae rolled his eyes, even his name sickening him. His expression obviously told you that he was pissed off, as you chuckled and shook your head. Your hand now went up to caress his cheek, rubbing those soft skin with your thumb, “Perhaps do you… Think that I have a feeling towards Seungyoun?” “No!” His eyebrows furrowed more as the quick response made it clear that he indeed was having such thoughts in his mind. You raised your eyebrow, asking for an explanation from the lie that the latter just told you. “Ugh, fine. Yes, I was. His presence around you made me go mad, I can’t help but to think that you might fall for him even in the slightest way.” The way he tried to stay on top of you with the arms supporting his whole weight on each side of you made you feel safe around him. “Then why would you kiss me?” “Because I like you.” You sense nothing but sincerity filled up his eyes. Both of you stayed quiet for a while as each other tried to read those messages through the eyes, as Hyunjae sat back on the sofa and his head hung low to the floor, fingers messily running through his hair. “You can leave if you want, we can just pretend that nothing actually happened.” 

“What if I don’t want to?” HIs ears perked up but not daring enough to face you in this state of his. You sat next to him and held both of his cheeks, making him face you. “What if I feel the same way? What if we happened to have this love-hate relationship since the day we met?” You added, “Kiss me again like how you wanted to. Do what you’ve wanted to do on me ever since we’ve exchanged those glares but deep inside those hearts wanted something else.” With that, he pulled you into another heated kiss. This time, the kiss got more aggressive as touches on each other's bodies became bolder than before. He pulled you on his thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck and you straddled on his waist. His hand went down to caress down the exposed thighs of yours as you threw your head to the back once his lips went to your neck again. He placed soft kisses and licks all over your neck and collarbone while hand busy stroking your thighs. You pulled him to lean back on the sofa, taking off your blouse while the latter watched you doing so. You exposed your half naked upper body to the one that you used to hate a lot, as he licked his lips from the view before kissing your body again. His hands went back to pull down your bra skillfully, throwing it somewhere around the office and his lips went to your right boob. His tongue circling around your nipple as his other hand grasped the other, applying the same pleasure on it. 

“P-Please…” “Please what, my love?” “Fuck me.” “I would gladly do.” With that, he gently placed you over the sofa as he almost cursed under his breath, “Shit, you look so stunning underneath me. Should’ve taken the first move early so I could witness such views longer for the rest of my life.” He pulled down your skirt, letting you only in your underwear. His finger made a contact with your covered pussy, spreading the wetness all over, “You are this wet just for me? Thank you,” he playfully smirked and left a peck on your lips as he hovered down to your lower body. His tongue left a long stroke across the covered slit, making you whimpered. He chuckled, taking off your underwear and sniffed it, “You even smell good,” he shoved it inside his back pocket before resting his lips on your cunt. “A-Ah!” You closed your eyes tight as your back jerked upward from the sudden contact, gripping nothing but air tightly. His tongue flickered against your slit, hands went to hold yours as the way you tightly held his hands made him realise that you were so close to reach your cloud nine. He didn’t stop though, as his nose brushed over your pussy and he started to suck your clit. “Fuck, I-I’m close… Ah!” Once again, your body jerked upwards after letting out the loudest moan while cumming on his face. 

He gave you time to adjust with the pleasure you just earned, as he licked off the cum painted all over his lips. You took a short glance over him, beaming softly resulting in him to beam along. He pecked your lips and whispered against your lips, “Can you go for another round?” You gave him an immediate nod, not wanting to waste another time. He smirked under his breath, “Never know I could make you a hot mess underneath me. Seungyoun who? Stupid of me to assume that he could get a chance to fuck you. Seeing him touching and giving you a massage annoyed the shit out of me. He can’t make you feel this good.” His hands were busy unbuckling the belts and pulling his pants along with his boxer, exposing his huge manhood right in-front of your eyes. Stroking his hard length to spread the pre-cum all over, Hyunjae was staring you down with lusts filled his eyes. “No, I’m the one that’s supposed to be making you feel good.” Without wasting any seconds, he inserted his dick into your vagina, making you produce the most beautiful sound ever. 

“Ahh H-Hyunjae!” Your hands gripped his biceps as he let out a whimper, biting his lower lips, “Fuck baby, you’re so tight. I don’t think I could last long.” The amount of his breath rising dramatically was equally the same as yours, as the pat on his bicep signalling to him that he could move. He pushed further more, fingers crawled up to grab the sofa armrest. Your hips moving along to match his speed, both of you working hard to chase the heaven both of you have dreamed of. “Ugh fuck, Hyun… Hyunjae. It’s there… Ahh,” he repeated the same sin, pushing his tip to hit the jackpot inside of yours. Your fingers went to his back, nails scratching as you accidentally left some marks on it. His thumb went to your swollen clit, circling to apply more pleasures for you to cum. “Ahhh, Lee Jaehyun!” Your wall clenched tightly around his dick and cummed on it after chanting his name like a mantra, as the latter moved his hips at an inhuman speed. “Ugh,” he groaned as he quickly slipped his shaft out from you, replacing your walls with the grip of his hand around his manhood, stroking it faster to chase his own cloud nine. He painted his cum on your stomach, lazily pumping his shaft before sitting on the sofa, leaning his back against it.

He took a peek over you, whose chest was rising up and down rapidly to even the breath, leaning to leave a soft kiss on your lips. “Rest for a while, I’ll go grab for a wet cloth for you.” You nodded, your lids were heavy as you almost couldn’t see the young man in your sight due to the exhaustion he just made to you. Hyunjae put on his clothes, went to the nearby toilet and came back with a damp but warm towel. He cleaned the cum all over your body and let your back laid on a warm cloth. “You left marks on my back, and it’s unfair how I can’t leave any on yours.” You giggled in a tired manner as you tried to look at him, “I was scratching and I didn’t know it left marks. Plus, why would you leave a mark on something that’s not yours to begin with.” He laid on top of you again, putting down the arm away from your forehead, “If I ask you out now, am I allowed to leave marks on your body?” You lazily smiled to the latter, “Whatever floats your boat, Mr. Lee.” 

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Hoy que te vas | Obey Me!

Fandom: Obey Me! Rating: Teen (just in case) Word Count: 2.550 Genre: Slice of Life | Angst | Hurt Additional tags: tw: death Summary: It took you by surprise, but you couldn’t do anything about it. Notes: I honestly had no idea where I was going with this, but I suddenly felt really sad and this came out and then I got inspiration to write more. Also the title is actually from a same-titled song by a group RBD that some of you might know. It’s one of my favourite songs and while writing I thought it would be perfect for this one.

Please heed that there’s a character death.

Mammon

It was just a whisper. A whisper that, like a tug on his sleeve, tried to get him out of the room where he was. Stilling, Mammon raised his head from the manga he was reading and around, expecting to see you, but you weren’t there. How could you even be there when you left the Devildom months ago? Despite your constant calls and messages that you exchanged with everyone, it wasn’t the same.

Feeling a slight burn inside his chest, Mammon frowned. And he wasn’t the only one.

Lucifer

Just a whisper that made the oldest brother frown. He looked from the papers he was going over and up, expecting to see you sitting there on a chair, reading or playing with your phone, depending on the mood you were in. But you weren’t there. He suddenly found it hard to swallow with unbearable cold growing inside.

Something was wrong, because the pact that you had with him was slowly disappearing. But that shouldn’t be, because you still had decades before your death.

And there was something the demons forgot. Despite being a human, accidents occur daily.

You were staring at the message Satan sent you, smiling at it. It was a picture of a white cat when a bus came to a stop. You automatically raised your head to see a bus station, where a man stood. Focusing back on your phone, you were typing a reply while listening to music on your phone. You spotted the man passing you, but stopped since the seat on the other side was empty. Unconsciously, you looked his way, spotting scars on his hand that trailed up to his elbow. Pursuing lips into a thin line, you shook with your head before you looked out the window.

Going home after a full shift felt nice. Driving with the bus felt even nicer. You could finally relax already on the way, completely ignoring the traffic that you know would drive you insane if you went by a car. But with the bus? You could calm down and even take a nap if you wanted to.

A smile spread across your lips, remembering when you tried to work in Devildom. How unused and unsure you were. But with the help of the brothers, you slowly grew out of your shell. You certainly wouldn’t have gotten this far if it weren’t for them. Who knew, they could change you this much?

Satan

He was smiling as he read your reply to the picture of the cat. Looking at the cat in question, he caressed her head only to hiss when she scratched him. He frowned, because in a second she changed, her growling only growing louder each second. He retracted his hand in confusion, wondering what had gotten into her when he felt it.

It was small. Almost unnoticeable. But it was there. His heart paced up, because that shouldn’t be happening.

It was growing and disappearing at the same time.

Levi

Leviathan rubbed his eyes, stifling a yawn behind his other hand. He smiled when he remembered you’ll bring a game he might find curious. He couldn’t wait until the day you visit the Devildom again.

Assassin’s Creed is the title you told him. He checked it out and found his curiosity pique the longer he was waiting for that day to come.

I’m sorry, Levi …

Your voice rang inside his head and Leviathan froze. His eyes grew wider by each second that passed until he bolted out of the room, fear spreading inside him like a wildfire. No, it couldn’t be. No, no, you couldn’t. You couldn’t. You promised him. Promised you’ll play the game with him. You can’t do that to him. You can’t tell him of a game, give his hopes up and then disappear like that.

Everything was hurting. Your eyes fluttered open as you gasped for your breath. It was sunny, so warm. Warm that it hurt more than you thought it would. There was wetness that prevented you from looking so you closed your left eye. Your focus began to disappear, everything slowly turning into blurriness until you realized that you were crying. You choked on air, chest heaving, pain only to spread and grow. You shut your eyes and broke into a sob both from pain and fear.

“P-please…” you begged.

As you slowly loosened your conscience, the last thing you heard was your name being called from somewhere far away.

Asmo

Asmodeus was humming to himself while painting his nails your favourite colour. He was smiling as he observed his work he had done only to frown when he spotted nail polish on his skin.

“How silly…” he murmured to himself as he reached for a wipe to clean only to feel sudden dread. The nail polish he was holding fell, splattering on the table and floor. But he didn’t realize it because he was suddenly pulled out of his room to a place that horrified him more than anything. He yelled your name when he spotted you, completely ignoring the surroundings.

Beel … Belphie…

The twins were resting in the attic. Beelzebub was sitting on the bed while Belphegor’s head was resting on Beelzebub’s lap, sleeping. Silence surrounds them only to be broken by a scream, a yell of their brothers. Although so far away, they could hear Leviathan and Mammon – oh Mammon. His hoarse voice that sent chills down Belphegor’s spine. It was just like that day. When they found you unmoving by his hand. When he laughed into their faces how much they cared for you.

Beelzebub was moving while Belphegor remained sitting there. The older twin disappeared from the room, leaving the youngest alone.

Belphegor stared at his hands, a sudden image of you in front of him. How your eyes showed forgiveness before the light dimmed from them.

“What was I expecting?” he murmured to himself like he expected it.

So why the hell did it hurt so much?

Accidents occur daily. It could happen to anyone. It could be you today or someone else tomorrow. You never know when it comes, when it’ll hit. You may be dissatisfied with your life, but in that moment you might wish for one more chance. Just one more to do what you couldn’t. But it’s too late. You can be young, a seven-year-old boy, or old, a grandmother in her eighties that left her family behind. You could be healthy or you could have battled with sickness, illness your whole life. Sometimes you can prevent it in time. Sometimes it happens too fast to realize that it happened. You’re in denial, you refuse to believe, to admit it happened to you. But the truth is there. The reality is there and you have to live with the consequences if you want to or not.

Death is scary because it doesn’t discriminate, but maybe once you get to know it, it might take you by surprise. You wonder what is beyond it. A new life? Do you see your life replay in front of you as you pass away? Or perhaps you’ll be reborn instead? You try to find answers, only to come up empty handed, because no one had survived it.

One day we all leave. We just don’t know when.

Now that you think about it; it’s scary, isn’t it? Not knowing what the future holds.

But if you knew of your own future would you feel better?

When you opened your eyes, you realized you were lying on the grass. Sun shone brightly high in the sky as wind blew softly. There was a presence beside you that didn't disappear and you turned to widen your eyes when you spotted two angels.

“Simeon …” you called surprised.

The said angel smiled at you as he reached out his hand. You sat up before taking it. He pulled you off the ground swiftly and it was then you realized you’re wearing white clothes. An unusual colour, but it quickly dawned on you.

“Oh…” you murmured when you remembered the bus. “Oh …” You’re not sure what to say and Simeon can’t blame you. “Am I going to hell or heaven?” you spoke instead and the way the angels’ eyes widened made your own eyes wide. “I-I mean …” you tried to come up with an excuse only to fail.

“You have fulfilled your life.” The other angel spoke and you looked at him. “There’s only one path for those.”

“Have I really?” You nervously laughed and began to meddle with your fingers – a habit that never left. “I-I mean I got a good job, I have friends, and I live comfortably … well lived …” trailing off, you narrowed your eyebrows as you began to stare at the angel. You’ve never met him before, yet you felt like you knew him. “Michael?” you murmured.

The angel smiled with a small nod. “It’s Azrael’s job to meet with souls half-way, but I wanted to meet you instead.”

You looked at Simeon, who remained silent, but he watched you closely. “What-what is that …” you began only to stop, having a hard time speaking.

“It’s alright,” Michael’s voice was soft, quiet, almost like a lullaby to your ears. “We have all the time you need.”

“W-what’s that one p-path I have?” you stuttered and looked back at Michael.

“Humans are born with certain purposes in their life.” He began slowly. “Some find them, some don’t. Sometimes many humans have one and the same purpose; find a peaceful life, loving friends and to enjoy their life. Others’ purposes are to bring people together.”

“So, y-you’re saying I full-fulfilled mine?”

“Yes,” Michael nodded. “Everything happened as it should have so you don’t have a reason to remain here any longer. Your soul is already at peace.”

“Oh…” you murmured as you lowered your head.

“It’s okay to vent.” Simeon spoke. “You can feel angry and act on it.”

Looking at him, the corners of your lips twitched into a half smile. “It’s weird, but I don’t feel … angry.” You sheepishly admitted. Scratching your neck, you tilted head to the side. “More like … I feel worried.”

“Worried?” Michael repeated, his eyes slightly wide.

“Brothers,” you whispered, thinking how worried they must be for they certainly felt the pact disappearing.

“They certainly aren’t glad for what happened.” Simeon sighed and shook his head before he looked at Michael.

“You can meet them one last time.”

You remained quiet, not daring to say anything. Narrowing your eyebrows, you wrapped arms around yourself, a shiver running down your spine. “I want to…” you whispered and before you could take those words back, the scene changed and you found yourself in the Student Council Room, standing in the middle of it like the first time.

“[Name]!” Mammon’s voice called and he ran to you, hugging you tightly.

“Mammon…” you called surprised.

Others soon followed, except for Lucifer and Belphegor, who stood there wide eyed.

“Are you okay?” Leviathan asked, while Satan was looking over for your bruises.

So many questions were spoken that Michael had to step in-between. The silence that followed was unbearable and you couldn’t handle to see those questioning gazes that were aimed at you.

“What’s…going on?” Mammon murmured, eyes focused on you. “Y-you’re okay, right?”

Forcing a smile, you reached for his hand and squeezed it tight. “I’m sorry…”

“No,” he shook his head. “No!” He turned to Lucifer, eyes begging.

Lucifer stepped forward, hand on Mammon’s shoulder. He shook his head before he looked at Michael. “Is there no way …?” he trailed off.

“I’m sorry.” Michael answered.

“There has to be!” Mammon raised his voice, tears brimming in his eyes.

“Mammon,” you called softly and the said demon looked at you. “I’ll be okay.” You smiled and wiped his tears away. “Look at you, you’re such a big baby…” you chuckled and the next moment you were embraced once again, forced to fall on your knees as Mammon took you along. He clung on your shirt, face buried in your neck as he burst into tears. “I’m sorry,” you whispered and closed your eyes. “I’m sorry to leave you behind.”

You felt another pair of arms and you didn’t need to guess twice it was Leviathan. Slowly all brothers joined, except for Lucifer, who refused to show any emotion.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but when Michael said it was time to go, your heart sank. Satan, who refused to shed a tear this whole time, couldn’t hold it back anymore. And neither could Lucifer, because his eyes were glossy.

Lucifer approached you, his hands reaching for your shoulders. His eyes searched through yours for something you didn’t know. “Did it hurt?” His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell him the truth. Not that you could remember.

“I didn’t.”

You knew it was a lie, because you remembered the position bus was in. It was thanks to Azrael you couldn’t remember the moment. And perhaps it was better that way.

Giving a small nod, Lucifer released you and stepped back, looking at Michael. “Is there really no other way?”

“You know there isn’t.” Michael answered with sadness. “If there was, we wouldn’t have lost souls that are unable to let go.” Something about the words he spoke made you even sadder. Simeon reached for your hand and squeezed it while Michael added; “They have fulfilled their purpose. It’s time they start anew.”

“Anew?” Beelzebub asked, his eyes wide and filled with hope.

“Yes,” Michael nodded, but Lucifer’s lips formed into a thin line instead.

“It’s not what ya think, Beel.” It was Mammon who spoke. Everyone looked at him while he stared directly at you. “Starting anew doesn’t mean they get born again a couple years later. Once someone fulfils their purpose, their soul is at peace. It doesn’t have any regret even if they feel like they missed somethin’. They don’t go to heaven or hell, they’re gone. Gone from this world. Nothing is left behind.”

“Their memories are.” Michael’s voice softened. “It’s how someone remains alive.”

Mammon gritted his teeth. “It’s not the same!” he raised his voice, fighting back tears.

Releasing Simeon’s hand, you ran to Mammon and hugged him tightly. “I’m content with my fate and I’ll always look after you, all of you.” Pulling away, you smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. “When you feel lonely, remember all those times we had fun together.” Caressing his cheek, your smile widened. “You really were my first, you know?”

Stepping back, you released his cheeks, but he reached for your hands, holding them. You shook your head and he reluctantly released you. Lucifer placed a hand on Mammon’s shoulder, but the latter refused to acknowledge him. You looked from one brother to another, smiling at them. All of them couldn’t hide their tears, no matter how hard they tried.

“It’s okay,” You spoke, your voice growing quieter. “You can let me go now.”

Your body began to disappear in a bright glow. One last look at Mammon and he reached out to you. You unconsciously reached back, a sudden fear of the unknown overwhelming you. It must have appeared on your face as well because Lucifer reached out as well, his expression filled with panic. Their hands passed through yours and all you could was close your eyes, all emotions leaving you.

The last thing you heard were brothers calling after you.

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explorers of arvus: the witch’s hut / 1.27.21

I FINALLY REMEMBERED TO POST MY D&D NOTES IM SO SORRY in my defense, for this session i was liveblogging it on discord for nyx’s benefit bc he couldn’t make it so the formatting is super janky and i kept procrastinating on porting it to my notes pile proper

LAST TIME ON EXPLORERS OF ARVUS: we finished our journey from camp vengeance to see what’s up with the poisoned river! we are also definitely going to get owned by a minecraft witch

. COW DETECTED okay time to get killed by a minecraft witch

. thorne's priorities: can kill cow

. fen hill 2: electric witchaloo AS A REMINDER, ALL OF MY NOTES ARE LIKE THIS

. cow is just straight vibing. pretty well-fed cow! which is interesting seeing as the trees are barren even in summer. thorne thinks the cow is sus

. the entire party is rich and we somehow forgot about that. i had to look at my character sheet bc charlie wanted to bet 50g on thorne shooting the cow

. sieron armor pog? (sieron now has retroactive studded leather armor)

. THORNE WITH A GUN

. taure gets 200gp for passing go-- OH TIME TO DIE

. little known fact: witches have vision based on movement

. jorb is dead :crabrave: (Jorb's chrome crashed)

. man i have like a +6 to stealth why am i rolling so shit. lets hope the witch doesnt have eyes

. We Are Looking Natural (our stealth rolls are really not good.)

. HOORAY WE'RE GETTING GOOD ROLLS except thorne. sorry thorne. witch has Spotted Us

. oh no taure thinks the witch is cursing our di-- WHAT'S A SPELL

. solar: i appear to have forgotten every spell except for eldritch blast.

. does the witch have motives? not good or evil, just motives in general

. anyway the witch seems chill and I Do Not Trust Like That but like. why not.

. charlie's gonna go talk to the witch! because no one expects a halfling to be a murderer.

. silje is also coming with! the witch has detached her roof, its like a convertible

. the cow is chill. cow's havin a good time.

. charlie cant bleed out but she CAN be executed. nice.

. the witch was an imposter. the witch has been ejected (she has not)

. silje doing the angy fluff tail thing bc  Sus

. I FORGOT CHARLIE DOESNT WEAR SHOES charlie takes off her shoes and doesnt know where she got them from

. charlie: yea we're hikers, just explorin arvus yknow, s'fun-- taure: The water has been poisoned. >:|

. distant charlie shouting: ARE YOU SUGGESTING THE WITCH HAS BEEN SHITTIN IN THE RIVER NON-STOP?!

. [pulls out sending stone] sieron. cow sus. [puts sending stone away]

. charlie is trying very hard to be sneaky about stuff and taure is just Giving No Shits

. well, the witch is trying to poison us.

. ROLLING INITIATIVE time to kick this witch

. CAT ON TABLE .......wait we left kali. kali did a stealth roll so good we all forgot about her

. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD CAT

. holy shit the witch slapped aside silje's sword. this grandma is hardcore

. sieron just fucking Teleported to the door (we rarely ever use dash actions so i forgot that's even a thing)

. OH SHIT BLADESONG sieron is now hardcore (like 20 AC?)

. sieron: [nyooms past] charlie: hi sieron.

. THORNE IS GONNA SNIPE THE COW "charlie owes me 50 gold" -thorne, casting eldritch blast

. THORNE HAS SNIPED THE COW

. "so if this ISNT something evil in disguise, ive just exploded a cow"

. It Was Not A Cow (it was a catoblepus)

. thorne does a sick backflip

. UH OH TREE IS ALIVE AND IS PISSED

. sieron's AC may be incredible but it's no match for a nat20. rip sieron

. taure has decided she is done with this shit and did some gardening (sieron got grappled by roots and taure hit them fot max dmg)

. jesus fuck elendar is so op. taure has decided to Kill

. Taure's Turns Never End

. all enemies are masters of geometry. we are now in a titled square of hell

. the hag is gonna pilot the evil tree like a mecha

. DEATH BROOM!!

. silje gets slapped by a broom. f

. THE COW HAS A DEATH RAY

. TAURE IS AT ZERO

. WAIT OK EVERYTHING IS OK actually only charlie is in range and i passed the con save fuuuuuck yea jorb: update: taure was out of range so that got retconned so charlie just shrugged off a death ray by force of will

. charlie has closed the door so no more death rays.

.  silje is now chasing down the witch! jorb: luckily silje resisted the cursed sword's desires to really attack this broom

. the witch is dead! thank u based silje. unfortunately you ARE inside the evil murder tree

. i thought michael was eating his dice.

. sieron has found a Bonus Boy jorb: current fights: thorne vs the not-cow, taure and charlie vs a broom, and silje and sieron vs bonus boy leo: yea thorne is having a 1v1 with the death ray cow jorb: oh theres also still the evil tree, which silje, sieron, and bonus boy are inside of rn

. charlie owes thorne 50 gp.

. well, taure is getting eviscerated by an angry tree

. TAURE IS NOW DOWN TO 1 HP YAAAYYYYYY jorb: taure has a lot of broken bones now "my bones are chips and the bag is my flesh" -taure leo: [happyflapping]

. taure is doin real bad y'all

. as usual, i jump straight to arson

. taure rolled for braincells (it was a d2)

. shit is now on fire yo

. the murder cow is now also stuck in the web of excellent geometry, charlie has set the web of excellent geometry on fire, and silje has murderized the bonus boy

. sieron is attacking the tree from the inside, which is pretty cool!

. thorne moves 30 feet back and shoots the murdercow with eldritch blast twice, as they've done on Every Turn

. thorne was engineered specifically to torment this murdercow (and, by extension, michael)

. taure has stolen thorne's murdercow kill

. "so the broom is not restrained, but it IS on fire"

. charlie gets smacked repeatedly by a shitty broom

. charlie surged and is now invisible! and also inaudible. and also on fire. michael: Charlie accidently discovers her Ninja Way

. thorne is now moving FORWARD 30 ft penn: character development

. taure is now unconscious

. I HAVE FINALLY KILLED A BROOM

. "i place myself facedown and end my turn."

. silje is just WRECKING the tree

. THE TREE CAN DASH

. taure is Very close to dying but its fine its fine its fine

. "thorne's catboy sense is tingling" -penn

. YOOO i blew up the tree w a fireball and silje, who was inside it, did a cool fuckin backflip and escaped unharmed

. we are now trying to pin taure down to forcefeed her a healing elixir

. taure is fucking Booking It so we're all chasing taure down THIS IS THE BIT THAT NEVER ENDS

. "this invisible man cannot do anything."

. taure's the final boss.

. michael: Taure refuses to let anyone heal her so the party just spent 30 minutes chasing her down

[btsmutimagines]

All Tangled Up

A/N: I tried to be cute but I’m too awkward for that... I’m sorry OTL

Request from the old inbox:  can I have a Jimin fluff where you both have a Disney movie night and you choose your princess movie (mines is Tangled but you can choose which ever) and the love song comes and Jimin sings to you (like I see the light and when eugene's part plays he sings along) and it's really fluffy?(sorry if it stinks, but I figured I'd give you a non-jungkook request)

Word Count: 1.7K

please take this gif as a peace offering

 You groaned to the sound of your ringtone, suddenly waking you up. Refusing to leave the warm bundle of covers you were under; you stretched your hand to grab your buzzing phone off the side table. A string of curses was grumbled as you got up to pick up your phone and answer it.

Who thought it was a good idea to call you now?!

Howdy, girlie! How are you?

Oh, it’s you.

Ouch, no ‘Hello, bestie’? You’re so grouchy.

You could tell that your friend, Hana was pouting on the other end and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t in the particular mood to hold a conversation, let alone the ones that she tends to have. Long, drawn-out and could probably be wrapped up in 10 minutes if she could stay on topic.

Hana, I’m sick.

You are? Why didn’t you tell me?

I did. You even brought me medicine!

I did? Maybe I was drunk…

Anyways, I would like to get back to sleep-

Wait, I need some serious bestie advice and you just happened to be qualified.

Can’t I get a raincheck?

I really like this guy and I think he’s different than the others and…

She roped you into her story before you could even protest. You almost fell asleep a few times, listening to the whole spiel before she called your name.

Yah, Y/N! Did you even listen to a word I said?

Yeah, you think the guy you met last is the one because he took you out to coffee after whatever happened last night, and he’s been texting you a lot? It’s literally been less than 24 hours, how are you this hung up on a dude? You barely know him.

That doesn’t stop love, Y/N.

And I’m done with this conversation.

Don’t be like that, Y/N! It’s different this time, I swear.

Okay, I’m hanging up now. Bye.

You sighed, looking at the time you had your ear pressed to your phone. 40:31. Could you really expect less? Before you could return to bed, there was a knock on your door.  Is it national ‘let’s bug a sick girl’ day?

You grabbed a robe, the warm fabric hugging you as you slowly walked to the door. Turning the doorknob, you cracked the door open a bit and your eyes widen as you quickly shut the door.

Park Jimin was standing at your door, in the hallway of your apartment building and you looked like you could scare Death himself to death.

“Y/N? Could you open the door please?”

“J-Just a second.” You said, quickly rushing to the bathroom to brush your teeth and fix your bird nest of hair. You returned to the door, taking a quick breath before opening it up again.

“Hi.”

“That was longer than a second, you know.”

“I didn’t mean it literally, Jimin.”

“May I come in?”

“Oh, right.”

“I heard you were sick, and I figured I would stop by just to check up on you.”

“That’s really sweet of you, Jimin.” You could have sworn you saw him blush, but he coughed, looking away and you tried to fight the smile that wanted to peak through.

Alright, fine, you might have the tiniest, smallest, little crush on Jimin. He always did obnoxiously cute things that you couldn’t help but smile. He was clumsy, at times whiny but he was also really thoughtful, sweet and would always be a shoulder to lean on.

But a guy like Jimin isn’t one that you can keep to yourself- Not that you could do that or something.

“Are you sure you could be out of bed like this? Earth to Y/N?”

“Huh?” Jimin placed the back of his hand on your forehead, your face growing hot and he pulled away.

“Gosh, you’re burning up.” Tell me about it. You cleared your throat.

“Just lay down on the couch, I’m gonna heat up the soup Jin made.”

“Jin made me soup? I should get sick more often.”

“No! I-I mean I helped him out mostly, I really made the soup.”

“Sure, Jimin.”

“Just go lie down, please.” You did as you were told, lying down on the couch.

“Hey, Y/N, where do you keep your blankets?”

“Second door on the left.” He came back with one of your thickest blankets, covering you with it and you looked at him.

“You should take a picture, it would last longer.”

“Shut up. Where’s my soup, Jimin?”

“Oh shoot, I almost forgot.”

“Jimin, please don’t burn down my home.”

“I got this. You just lie there, all pretty and warm- I mean you could be pretty warm with that blanket, right?”

“Smooth.” He winked at you before quickly backing into the kitchen, you covered your mouth to hold in your laughter. So stupid.

You laid there, listening to Jimin opening and closing different cabinets in your kitchen. He came back with a bowl and chopsticks in each hand and you sat up.

“You like coconut curry, right?”

“My favourite soup. Maybe you did help out a little bit.”

“One day I‘ll show you.”

“Looking forward to it, Jimin.”

“Have some, it is for you, you know.” You broke the chopsticks and took a bite, instantly hit with the delectable flavours and couldn’t stop yourself from devouring the whole bowl.

“That good, huh?”

“God, Jin is a cooking prodigy.”

“Let me have a bite.”

“Nuh-uh, you can ask Jin to make some for you when you’re sick.” You said, getting your last bite but Jimin grabbed your hand and fed himself.

“You brat, that was my last bite.” You poked his cheek with your chopsticks while he began chewing.

“Tasted even better knowing that.”

“Is this how you treat the sick and vulnerable, Jimin?”

“Jin made more than one bowl.”

“Fine, you’re temporarily forgiven.”

“Temporarily?”

“I don’t deal with food lightly. Especially really good food.”

“Will you forgive me fully if we watched these together?” He handed you a plastic bag, when did he bring that in?

Your curiosity got the better of you, peering through the content and noticing there were all Disney movies. You enjoyed most of the titles, Bambi, Aladdin, Alice in wonderland but you stop when you pulled out Tangled. The Disney classic was one of your all-time favourites. It was well known amongst your friend group and it’s the only movie you would watch for the rest of your life if you had to.

“You brought these for me?”

“Yeah, I did. Am I fully forgiven?”

“I’ll tell you after the movie.” You snuggled into your blanket, watching Jimin turn on your tv and insert the disc into your DVD player.

“Can you turn off the lights too?”

“Want the whole experience too, huh?”

“It’s not too much to ask, is it?”

“The things I do for you.”

“Hush, it’s starting.” You watched the intro of the Disney castle and felt yourself getting giddy. You were easily engrossed in the movie when you felt a warm body close to yourself.

“J-Jimin.”

“I’m feeling cold, do you mind?”

“I could grab another blanket.” You suggested, about to get up but Jimin pulled you closer to him, your body half resting against his.

“No, this is fine.” You turned your attention to the movie, trying to not be so rigid against him and focus.

You quietly sang along with the songs, Jimin laughing with you at all the funny moments and your favourite scene was about to come up.

You began to sing along with Rapunzel, watching the lanterns floating around them.

All those days watching from the windows

All those years outside looking in

All that time never even knowing

Just how blind I've been

Now I'm here blinking in the starlight

Now I'm here suddenly I see

Standing here it's all so clear

I'm where I'm meant to be

 And at last I see the light

And it's like the fog has lifted

And at last I see the light

And it's like the sky is new

And it's warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted

All at once everything looks different

Now that I see you

You heard Jimin clearing his throat before singing along to Flynn, you looked at him in surprise.

All those days chasing down a daydream

All those years living in a blur

All that time never truly seeing

Things, the way they were

Now she's here shining in the starlight

Now she's here suddenly I know

If she's here it's crystal clear

I'm where I'm meant to go

He met your eyes, the two of you continue to sing along.

And at last I see the light

 And it's like the fog is lifted, Jimin sang

 And at last I see the light

 And it's like the sky is new, you vocalized before you both sang together once again.

And it's warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted

All at once everything is different

Now that I see you

Now that I see you

“I didn’t know you could sing like that.”

“A hidden talent of mine. Your voice is pretty good too.”

“Why, thank you.” You said, turning your attention back to the movie and hearing Jimin let out a sigh. The movie went on, you only got up to stretch when the credits began to roll.

“I guess you’re forgiven, Jimin.”

“Y/N.”

“Oh, okay, why do you sound so serious all of a sudden?”

“Because,” he got up to stand in front of you, all you could muster a look of bewilderment as he took a deep breath before continuing.

“I want you to believe me when I say I like you…”

“You w-what?”

“I like you, okay? Don’t make me repeat it.” Uh, you just did- Wait, that’s not the point, Park Jimin just goddamn confessed to you.

“I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I can’t keep-”

“Could you stop trying to be cool for two seconds, so I could tell you I like you too?”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m not repeating myself, Jimin.”

“It’s okay I recorded it!” The two of you looked over to see Hana standing behind the couch and she waved.

“How the hell did you get there? Why the hell are you in my house and why did you record that?”

“It’s for my memories, Y/N confessing to Jimin after pining him for months-”

“You have?” Jimin asked, you avoiding his eyes and glaring at Hana. She’s going to get it when you aren’t sick, just she waits.

“Kim Hana, you’re so dead.”

[echodrops]

The League of Villains Plays DnD AU

(Saw a post by @bunny-loverxiv last night that reminded me I’ve had this stupid thing in my drafts unfinished for over a year now. I’m not sure I’ll ever have time to come back and finish it, but in the spirit of what I posted earlier, here it is, in all its unfinished.. glory...)

Since I asked for a League of Villains plays DnD AU and no one delivered, alas, I guess I’ll just do all the work myself!

So, without further ado:

Shigaraki Tomura’s Character Sheet:

Race and Appearance: Fallen Aasimar, with hair pale as the flesh of wraiths and eyes like two burning pools of blood, reflecting out from the infernal pits of the abyss. His rippling muscles under his bone-white skin carry the scars of his uncountable victories, and when his corrupted celestial powers radiate forth, ghostly skeletal wings rise--

( “Do I have to keep reading? This is really long...”

“It’s important!”)

Alias: “Zephiroth”

(”Isn’t that the guy from Final Fantasy?”

“No! That was Sephiroth! My character’s name is totally different!”)

Class: Oath of Conquest Paladin/Hell Knight

Motto: Dim the Ray of Hope

A dread knight whose armor is black with the blood of his enemies; to stand against him on the field of battle is to know true fear, and none have called themselves his equal and lived to tell the tale. His menacing aura is a cloud of evil righteous murder that spreads across the land as he advances, and everywhere he travels is seeped into the deepest of despairs. Civilizations tremble before the darkness of his impossibly dark darkness.

(“Did you run out of adjectives?”

No, I meant exactly what I said.”)

Also, collects the severed hands of his conquests.

(”Tomura-kun, this isn’t a character, this is just you!”

“Collecting body trophies is standard lore for conquest paladin; you’d know if you read Xanathar’s Guide.”)

Alignment: Chaotic Good

(“Shigaraki Tomura, I am not sure this alignment fits with the character you’re describing--”

“I wrote the campaign, so good’s whatever I say it is.”

“Boss, doesn’t playing in your own campaign defeat the purpose? Knowing everything ahead of time’s a great idea!”

“Shut up, I don’t care about spoilers.”)

Backstory: Zephiroth the Bloody swore an oath to complete the conquest of his father, King Jenovo, who fell in battle to his eternal rival and estranged foolish younger brother, Nimbus Might ( “You know, I really think I’ve heard these names before...”). Jenovo’s quest was undoubtedly a noble one: to reunite the brothers’ separated kingdoms under a single legitimate banner--and its single legitimate ruler. The two brothers clashed in a battle of titans that shook the entire world, and though he was in the wrong, Nimbus Might reigned supreme in the end, and took Jenovo’s life and kingdom both. The death of his father crushed the last remnants of joy and love in young Prince Zephiroth’s black heart and now he will stop at nothing to put an end to Nimbus Might’s reign by turning every symbol of his false kingdom to dust.

Notable Stats and Weapon: +5 Intimidation, +5 Persuasion; greatsword and shield wielder.

Tomura is a quintessential min-maxer; he made everyone else take the standard array for stats but... “rolled” for his.

(”This old man’s been reviewing the character sheets, Shigaraki, and couldn’t help but notice some discrepancies in the party’s stats compared to yours--”

“You’re welcome to not play. Ever.”

“Must have been a trick of the light!”)

Carrying: The holy relic “Lavos”

(”Isn’t that just from Chrono Cross?”

“I think you mean, Khrono Kross, Spinny.”)

The relic is a glowing black and red container imbued with a hellish aura, containing magical bullets said to be formed from the blood of the time goddess, allowing Shigaraki to permanently unwind his opponents’ powers. Limited use, 5 times.

Dabi:

Race and Appearance: Tiefling.

(“Did you not even bother to write an appearance?!”

“My character has the same appearance as me.”

“That’s not even possible. Tieflings are supposed to have horns!”

“Okay, my character has the same appearance as me with horns.”)

Alias: “Dabi” 

(”You can’t name your character after yourself!”

“But I’m not named Dabi.”)

Class: Phoenix Sorcerer

Motto: Ashes to Ashes

(”You can’t play this class either, it isn’t canon.”

“You told me to pick one from the wiki; ain’t my problem you didn’t specify.”

“I said no homebrew!”

“And that means... what?”)

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

(”You ignored my instructions about our alignment too, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but you said ‘good’ so I assumed I misheard.”

“We’re the protagonists of this story--our cause is just!”)

Feats and Skills: ...Hmm, for some reason, many things have been written and then crossed out?

(“W-What have you done?! You can’t just modify things however you feel! Why would you even swap out Nourishing Fire for an Elemental Affinity that deals ice damage?! And did you just scratch out ‘long rest’ and put ‘short rest’ here? That’s OP!”

“When the hell have any of you let me get a long rest?”

“Animal Handling as a skill, seriously?!”

“Figured you’d give me some monsters to tame.”

“Go fuck yourself!”

Shigaraki was, in fact, planning on there being monsters for Dabi to tame.)

Backstory: A traveler with a shadowy past.

(”That’s... your whole backstory? Are you freaking kidd--”

”Aww, come on Dabi, this bio is lame! Oh, I know, I know! You’re actually a prince in disguise, exiled from his kingdom and seeking vengeance on his father, the one who left him horrifically burned and on the brink of death, which caused you to be rescued by the soul of a lonely phoenix, and at the end of your quest, after reclaiming your rightful throne from your evil father, you free the phoenix who possessed you to save your life, but then it returns and swears its eternal love to you! Eehee!”

“We’re...not doing that.”

“You can’t do that anyways, it completely undermines my lore. There are only two kingdoms in this world, and I’m going to be the ruler of both of them.”)

Notable Stats and Weapon: +3 Deception, +4 Insight; wields darts.

(”But why do I even have to pick a weapon? It says right there I have Burning Hands.”)

Carrying: A shard of never-melting ice in the shape of a three-petaled flower; it exudes a calming chill even when wreathed in the wildest of fires. Looking at it makes you feel... melancholy?

(”Why is this the only section with detail?! If you could put this much effort in here, you should have taken the rest seriously too!”)

Mr. Compress:

Race and Appearance: Human, a man in the prime of his life, with a roguish glint in his eye and a rakish gold mustache above his mysterious smirk. There’s an artfully placed scar below his right eye that speaks to a life of the blade and adventure, and his pressed linen and metallic brocade doublet belies his nature as a man of impeccable taste. His jaunty black bandana is always pulled low over his eyes, but mischief seems to twinkle out from beneath the accompanying black mask nevertheless.

(“Oh, I like it! A lot! Hey, hey, will you rewrite mine for me? Make it like yours but cuter!”)

Alias: The Dread Pirate Roberts

(“Huh? The first part is good, but why “Roberts”?

“Well, no one would surrender to the Dread Pirate Westley.”

“What are you snickering about, Kurogiri?”

“Nothing at all, Shigaraki Tomura.”)

Class: Multi-class Swashbuckler and School of Conjuration Wizard

Motto: To the Pain!

(“These two classes don’t compliment each other at all. You should change to Hexblade at least!”

“As you wish.”

“Kurogiri’s laughing again. What are you two hiding? Tell me!”)

Mr. Compress knew full well the classes he picked didn’t mesh; he just lives for the shits and giggles. He’s actually been playing DnD longer than Toga’s been alive, but where’s the fun in telling Tomura that?

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Skills: Acrobatics, Persuasion, Performance, Sleight of Hand

(“Okay, but am I the only one who actually created a real character instead of a self-insert? DnD’s a role-playing game; isn’t the whole point to use your imagination?!”

“Ain’t our fault your real self is too boring to be a decent character, Lizard.”

“You never miss an opportunity to insult me, do you, asshole?!”)

Backstory: Although he came from unremarkable origins, Westley Roberts found himself thrust on to the path of great destiny when the merchant ship on which he was employed was attacked by the Dread Pirate Roberts--

“How can he attack his own ship? You forgot your own name, didn’t you?”

“Not all, Shigaraki! I’m not that old!”

--but when Roberts heard the tale of Westley’s quest to prove himself for the one he loved--

“Wait, who is this other character now? There was no love interest listed before!”

“Just let me tell the story!”

--Roberts was overcome by the depth of Westley’s tale of woe and decided to name him his successor, passing down the title of Dread Pirate Roberts--

“Can I change my character to a Dread Pirate?”

“No, Dabi!”

“I’m just sayin’, why was I not informed of this option?”

--sothathecouldmildlyterrorizethewatersaroundhishomekingdomandfinallyamasstherichesneededtoimpresshischarminglove. PHEW! Thank you for letting me finish!

Notable Stats and Weapon: +4 Dexterity, +5 Charisma; wields a rapier with impeccable skill. Is definitely not left-handed. Carrying: A Rodent of Unusual Size. Excellent distraction. Also edible.

“What is wrong with everyone in this room?!”

And the rest of the League I didn’t finish, but:

Spinner: A gorgeous lady Argonian who spits beams of pure light--

“No, this is too cool. Change it.”

“Awww come on, Shigaraki, just let me have this--”

“Change it.”

Toga: Tabaxi assassin. ON A QUEST FOR LOVE. (May or may not have decided this after peering over Mr. Compress’s shoulder during character creation time.)

Twice: Halfling wizard. None of his stats make sense because he couldn’t make up his mind where to put them.

Hawks: Aarakochra bard. Entirely useless. That asshole who rolls to seduce everything.

Kurogiri: The DM. But not by choice.

There’s no Giran or Gigantomachia because I started writing this before either of them were really “part” of the League. Use your imaginations~

[oh-theatre]

You Can't Force A Fairytale (Chapter 3)

Chapter title: Clouded

A/n:  Hi im back im so sorry tHAT ITS BEEN SO LONG BUT UHHH WHATS NEW!! I LOVE LOGICALITY!! THEYRE BAPEY!! ALSO REMUS AND PATTON FRIENDSHIP! ALSO YOURE GONNA SEE ALOT OF FROZEN INSPIRED WRITING CAUSE AAA ANYWAY SORRY IT SUCKS

also if this is confusing i understand, so please tell me and ill try and clear it out!

words: 31499

summary: The return of a certain dastardly twin sparks and ignition for adventure

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, eventual demus, eventual remile (These might change but for now im love them)

warnings: bow and arrow, violence, injuries, magic, swearing, bruises, scars, blood, fighting

Ao3 Link  

“Roman?” Remus barely whispers, the prince wastes no time rushing into his brothers arms. A tight embrace between tearful brothers. 

“Youre...youre alive!” The prince cries, their father growls and the boys, as if routine, separate and stand stiff in position. They watch each other, silly eyes to communicate between siblings. The doors open once more as more people rush in, the twins turn bright smiles across their faces. 

“Remus!” Patton cries running through the carpeted hall, his cloak flying behind him. Remus laughs as his friend jumps into his arms, embracing quickly they pull away. “Are you alright?” Patton checks, his eyes move quickly as he examines his friend. Remus rolls his eyes grabbing Patton's hands. 

“I'm ok!” A goofy grin is his response. Patton huffs but resigns stepping back, Logan catches up a quick squeeze to the prince's shoulder. “Ah, Logan” Remus greets. 

“Enough of this, bring in the villains” Their father commands, Patton takes the three to the side as the door opens allowing guards to stroll in. They push forward three figures, each grunting disheveled as they finally fall in front of the king. Roman sucks in a sharp breath, one of the figures lands closest to him, his deep brood catching the prince's eyes. “Name yourself”

“Fuck off” The dark character speaks, Roman feels his face flush as the growl falls from his mouth. His purple hair falling in his eyes, the underbags quite prominent. Remus stifles a quick laugh, grasping to the hem of his battered outfit as his own eyes fall on the quiet adventurer with a small sparkle of yellow in his eyes. 

“To the dungeons!” Their father demands “Both of them” He shouts, the guards topple over themselves to do as he says. Quickly they move, dragging away a confused Dolion and an angry Virgil away. Roman and Remus find it in their will to try and move forward, feeling Patton take their arms. He shakes his head as a warning silently, they nod both seemingly worried however for these characters they'd barely known. 

“Father surely that's premature” Roman steps forward as the doors shut with a hefty bang. He turns to the children, a swish as his mighty swivel lays face on them. He glares with an anger the boys had only seen every so often. Remus puts a protective arm on his brother, planting his feet in the ground. “I-I apologize your majesty” Patton takes a look at them then back at the increasing number of royal figures including the King. He takes the twins' hands, quietly followed by Logan and leads them out of the room. Walking sullen they arrive at the stables, the princes making sure the doors are sealed.

“Wouldn't want Remy trying to find us” Patton jokes dryly, the air shifting uncomfortably around them. Remus sinks into a hay bale, caring nothing for his newly tailored outfit. Roman sits regal in one of the chairs as Logan makes himself a sweet spot on the clearing. Patton moves to the horses, Nork whines, desperate for a chance to race through the meadows. “I know bud, me too” Patton sympathizes, stroking his mane delicately.

“They didnt do anything wrong!” Remus cries, kicking the ground below him “Why should they be locked away?” He argues, Patton turns to him. “If anything we should be helping them” He stomps, his pout regressing his age. 

“Calm Remus” Logan advises, playing quietly with the straw at his feet. Remus growls, a glare shared between the pair, Roman hums gently trying to tune out his brother. Patton feels the room grow with anger, overwhelming his senses, he takes a shallow breath looking away from the group. Covering up a cough he regains himself. 

“Oh!” He brightens, a smile crosses his face. Remus looks up to him, his arms folded tight against his chest. “I almost forgot” He giggles, with a delighted swish and a glimmer of murky magic Patton holds out his arm. “Your morningstar” He offers, holding out the weapon to the prince. Remus takes it, a triumphant snicker, he spins falling back into a comfortable hold with it. 

“And so Remus finds himself motivated once more” He recites, instantly dropping his weapon, closer to Romans feet that either would have preferred.

“Careful!” Roman warns, jumping up as it clatters in front of him. Logan stands curious at the outburst, Pattons eyes widen, his hands tickling. “What was that?” Roman wonders

“I-i dont know! It's been happening ever since I...disappeared” Remus moans, feeling frustrated once more. Patton moves forward, removing his gloves, clipping them to his side. 

“May I?” He questions, holding up his hands, uncertain Remus nods. With the smallest flash of envy from Logan, Patton places his warm hands on Remus’s cheeks. The others watch, waiting for something. The room grows dim, colorful flickers dance around the room. The boys watch in awe, their eyes glinting enchanted. The trance so deep neither notice Patton's struggle to keep himself stable, the color quickly turning dark before a sudden bang. The prince flies back, hitting the stable doors. Logan and Roman rush to his aid, Remus coughs but joins them soon after.

“Are you alright?” Logan questions, trying to keep his tremble to a minimum. Pattons eyes dart to Remus, concern fill the bright blue. He struggles to stand with Logan as support.

“Remus?” He whispers ever so softly, the distraught prince shakes his apologetic head, scared sorrys are shared. “You have nothing to apologize for” He assures, a quick glance to his hands, biting his lower lip he places his gloves on once more. 

“What's wrong with him?” Roman spits, concern but anger flows from him. Determination above all else.

“Dark...dark magic” Patton confirms “Magic unknown to this land” He looks to Logan, one of their talks takes place 

“Are you sure?” Roman pushes, moving now to Remus, wishing to comfort his timid brother. He had never seen the prince so… un-enigmatic. It was as if someone ripped away everything that made the prince himself. 

“Lo and I know magic Ro, we can check again but this isn't just caliginous magic” He shakes his head, watching Remus “This is darker than that, rooted in a deeper evil than the old villains” Patton laments, knowing his tales only worsen Remus’s shame. “I need to see Emile” He decides

“You can't possibly be serious” Roman and Remus scoff united. “They put him in the dungeon with the two unknown’s” Roman reminds “After they found him with...them...they decided to hold him. And you can't go into the dungeons Pat!” Roman fears

“Can, have and will” Patton promises, wishing nothing more than to help his troubled friend. Before things simply worsened, and an evil unlike any other spread across the land. Roman groans, Logan remains quiet but his own mind runs with the same troublesome doubts.

“What if Remy catches you? Or the King gets words of what you've done?” Roman proposes. Patton knows his words are well meaning, but he knows this is something he must accomplish. Recognizing the expression that lay upon Patton's face his shoulders fall. “Fine, then I'm coming” The three of them purse their lips before uncontrollable laughs emerge. “I'm capable!” 

“Its not that, but with your father breathing down your neck at every second, we’d be caught instantly” Logan explains, his tone calm once more. Roman knows the truth in his sentiment, still feeling annoyed. 

“Surely that eliminates both you and Remus?” Roman notes “And Patton? I mean the King has his eyes on you at every moment” Logan and Patton share a look, nodding he steadies himself. “W-what was that?” Roman points between them. 

“I don't think we need to worry about me” Patton takes a deep breath, the stuffy stable air coursing through him. A dim flash, and Roman wonders what mushroom he might have consumed from the Beryl Forest as his eyes fall upon not one but two Pattons? “Ah!” He squeals excited, Logans eyes gaze in awe, the wheels turning furiously in his mind. “It worked!” Patton takes the prince's hand as they speak quickly in their delight. 

“I… hi?” Roman greets, Patton 2.0 smiles at him. Patton nods pleasantly.

“I must go before I miss my entrance but make sure everything goes smoothly” Patton prepares himself, tightening his coat “If he starts acting weird, remove him from the situation and just make up some excuse” Patton requests. Once the crew is ready they go their separate ways. Fearful goodbyes and wishes of luck to Patton before they return to the grand hall. 

“Are you as afraid as I am?” Roman whispers watching Patton 2.0 walk ahead of them

“Indubitably so” Logan replies, fidgeting at his palms. 

~~~

“Let me out!” Virgil screams, kicking once more at the frigid bars that keep him locked away in the dark. Dolion sits calmly in the corner, marking the soil with silly art. Virgil grunts turning to Dolion. “Aren't you upset?” He yells

“Of course I am” He hums “However, my mother always taught me to keep a levelhead. A clear mind so I can conjure up a solution” He explains, a sad feeling tugs at his stomach as he longs for his mother. Virgil slides his back against the rough rock, burying his head into arms, trying hard to stop the tears.

“I just want to go home” Virgil cries, Dolion watches him, his lips twist sadly. He goes to the boys side, soothingly rubbing circles on his back. Listening to the silent drops of water and the tears flowing down Virgil. A creak alerts the pair, shifting their silence into alertness. “Who's there!” Virgil tries, though more timid than he wished. 

“Easy!” A sweet voice replies, the boys stand looking through the darkness. A face appears, one Virgil remembered. The round glasses and the cheery grin set it off. “Patton” He introduces, reaching his hand through the bar. Virgil cocks his head but shakes it. 

“Virgil” He eyes, keeping himself steady. “This is Dolion” The boy waves at his name, but hides himself from sight. “Can you help us out?” Patton glances at the lock, hesitation crosses his shadowed face but he nods.

“Stand back” he advises, the boys find it best not to disobey. Patton takes a breath, removing his glove, squeezing his fingers deep. With yet another moment he holds out his hand carefully, focusing intently at the bars. Soon the room grows brighter, small pellets fly through the air, latching to the lock. The jail shakes but soon enough it cracks, blowing open. Gasps of excitement are heard from the boys. 

“That was..” Dolion marvels, quickly interrupted by Virgil.

“Awesome!” He exclaims, they push through the door. Patton smiles, facing away from them as he returns his gloves to their rightful place. “You're...awesome!” He nudges softly at Patton, a light blush as he nods. 

“Patton!” A voice from the darkness calls, the prince jerks his head a bright smile flashing his face. He races towards it, lighting up the path as he walks. The other two follow him, finding a whole area they hadn't known of. 

“Em!” Patton cries, hugging the bars as the magical man approaches. “Oh my! Are you ok?” He asks, examining through the prison. “Stand back” He cautions performing the same trick on the lock, quickly rejoicing into a hug. “I missed you” He whispers, Emile squeezes tighter.

“Hey love the uhhhh love but can we get out of here?” Virgil begs, Patton chuckles feeling an instant connection. Something about the way their paths would intertwine.  He turns to the boy taking his hand gently, Virgil finds this comforting, until a light gasp from Patton as his eyes blind him. 

“No!” Patton cries, collapsing in on himself. Quickly the ice shatters, crumbling to the ground around him. The cold circles him and fast, dancing around him, almost taunting him. His tears bellowed but heard by no one. The silence of the world set him uneasy, where was the fire, the passion that burned through the world. “No” He sobs silently, shuddered breaths. 

Every inch of him trembled as he mustered the strength to stand. The solid base he shook upon, cluttered with the remnants of his powers. He feared to look at his hands, the source of his chaos. The fresh breeze from atop the mountain suspended itself, frantic glances around him and his mind understands. 

Frozen

He numbed fast, the dark from the night he once deemed so beautiful and mystical now his prison. He would succumb, letting it take him. The stars that left him through life, comforting his every excitement were gone now. Their shine disappeared with his glint of love. The light that once sat ablaze in him now faded as the cold trapped it away. 

“He was right” He bites, he grabs the fabric from his satchel, furiously placing the gloves on his hands once more. He shakes away his sadness, knowing he must fix his mistakes. With one last look of defeat he begins his descent. Careful as he slides and races through the mountain. Finally running into the field, the grass stiff as moves through it. 

The palace finds itself in his view, the pit only grows in his stomach. Dreading what he might find he urges himself forward, feeling his hands grow antsy in their cages. Walking through the streets he finds himself glad at the time of day, knowing he doesn't have to walk by the frozen faces of his people. Reaching the steps of the palace was easy, but alas nothing of his journey was simple from this point forward.  The thoughts only push themselves to the front of his mind, taunting him with their whispers. He shakes it and strides through the chilling doors, everything felt so still. 

His eyes fell quickly on a familiar face, tightening his hands as they pushed into his palm. Roman stands triumphant with his sword drawn facing a less than worthy opponent. His face is determined though his odds may be low. Patton looks him over, taking his hand through tears. 

“Im so sorry Ro” He laments, finding his breath shaky he moves once more through the castle racing up the stairs. His fingers tracing the handrail, the ice freezing it from his fingertips. His powers grew out of control, breaking through their bounds. He winces but continues. The halls crowded with men and women fighting, everything a still life picture. His heart aches just a little as he brushes past a bloodied face of his befallen friend. Remus lay on his last straw, facing the man Patton loathed the most. Scared to look he races away, guilt consuming him. His tears only speed up as he makes his way to the treasure room. His breath ceases as the room opens up, the crown dead center and the doors to the balcony swung open in frozen action. But Patton can't see that now, his eyes stay planted on one thing, one person.

“Logan” He whispers, his throat unable to comprehend. The man stands final in his pose, his fiery eyes directed at the King as he holds tight to his breath. Bruised, beaten and ready to fall the sight hurt Patton more than anything he could describe. He takes Logans cheek, placing a tearful kiss on the princes lips. A moment of connected foreheads before Patton pulls away, his entire world collapses.

He did this

This was his fault

Patton falls to the hard rock of the dungeon below him, Emile dropping with him in safety. Virgil stumbles back, confused as to where his vision went. 

“Patton are you alright?” Emile questions, the prince ultimately nods rubbing his heads. They return to an upright position, Patton gathers himself with a breath. “We should get out of here” Emile advises

“Yes and soon” Patton agrees hearing the sound of incoming soldiers.

~~~

“A suitor!” Patton 2.0 exclaims, Logan has to admire the authenticity, although curious how it works. He hopes this isn't draining Patton too much, picking at his own robes in worry as he listens to the argument.

“You will not raise your voice at me!” The King bellows, slamming his hands on the table. “Prince Patton sit down immediately” He commands, Patton 2.0 shakes his head walking out of the room. Logan hesitates before following him. He follows the clone through the winding halls, taken aback as a group of people walk towards him. A quick flash of light and Patton 2.0 is gone and the prince stands in front of Logan. Accompanied by three others. 

“Patton youre alright” Logan identifies, a soft smile as the prince smiles back at him. A quick restrained hug and yet they keep their hands together. The three approach, one Logan knows. In Fact it would be a crime for him not to, everyone knows Emile. “Your sorcery” he nods in respect, Emile grins back. His interest takes over as he looks behind the godfather. 

“Lo?” Patton questions, Logan scans the figures recognizing them from earlier. “This is Virgil and Dolion” Patton introduces, pointing. “They're not from here” Logan scoffs, but delicately.

“Clearly” he notes, Patton bites his lower lip hiding his amusement “Their clothes, the way they present themselves, the clear disrespect for royal titles” he rants, a rare occasion but sometimes he would just go about it. Virgil and Dolion share a look, unsure whether they should be offended. 

“If it isn't the prisoners!” Roman cheers approaching the group, Virgil feels his face flush, rolls his eyes at the sentiment. Remus finds himself quiet as his own eyes fall on Dolion, the boys bright eyes observing the grand room around him. “Im prince Roman and you've already met my dear brother prince Remus” He greets, a gallant bow. 

“Dramatic much?” Virgil mocks, a raised eyebrow over his folded arms. Logan and Patton glance between the animostic pair. “So can we go home yet?” Virgil wonders, turning towards Patton, Logan tightens his grip. Feeling a sense of uneasy as everything falls onto his friend. 

“First we must exit the palace, it is unsafe here” Patton decides, an assuring smile to the group, feeling as though this journey would be long and hard, facing trials and obstacles to overcome together. Remus only confirms his notion.

“And so with an idea and mind, the group sets off on the most perilous journey of their lives. Ready to be faced with betrayal, lies, secrets, passion and more” He gasps, coughing once his muse is over. Roman takes his side, quickly tending over his brother. “Onwards!” He chokes out, doubling over. 

“Onwards” Logan agrees timidly, the words barely escaping his mouth. Patton watches all of them, biting back his secret, feeling a rising heat as he holds tight to Logan. Oh this was going to be an adventure. 

[taintjisung]

[14:07] changlix

words: 1854

top: changbin

kinks: master, power complex, public, choking, handjob, spit, mentions of pet play

felix let anxiety rush through his veins as he reached for his boss’s door. he swallowed hard, taking a deep breath, and knocked softly on the door.

“changbin~nim?” he called as he pushed the door open, bowing respectfully to the suited man sat well at his desk.

“felix. take a seat,” he smiled, gesturing to the chair across from him. the boy obeyed immediately, letting out a puff of air as he sat down.

“i know you must be nervous, and i’m sorry for calling you down with no context,” he smiled warmly, reassuring the younger. “however, we have something to discuss. one of your coworkers accidentally sent me a video of you. dancing, and stripping.”

felix’s face went absolutely pale, as if he’d just seen a ghost. fuck, he was losing his job. he gulped and bowed his head in regret, nodding softly. “i-i understand, i—“

“let me finish,” he insisted, the boy looking back up confusedly. “i would like to offer you a promotion.” he didn’t give felix time to analyse the sentence as he stood up over him, palms flat on the wooden desk as he stared straight into his eyes. “for your application, i’m going to need you to stand on the x over there,” he pointed to the blue tape on the floor, “and dance as if you’re trying to turn me on.”

“but-“

“that was an order.”

felix nodded, slinking out of the chair as he strutted over to his designated spot. slowly he pulled his black button-up out from under his belt where it was tucked in, letting the loose ends fall over his waist. pulling his phone out of his pocket, he chose the track he wanted, placing it on the desk.

he let out a whoosh of air, getting into character.

as the music started, he reached up with both hands, his shirt pulling up and exposing his abs slightly. then, his arms snapped back around his body as he rolled it forward, throwing his head back and tossing his arms out to the sides. he hit every beat hinging out his knees and pulling up his shoulders, moving his body just right as changbin watched.

felix was so gone, so in his own world as he danced, that he forgot changbin was even there, grabbing the seal of his dress shirt and ripping the buttons away. as he pulled his arm back, hand sifting through his engine-red hair, he exposed the left side of his cotton undershirt, tossing the sleeve off his shoulder as he snapped back. he rolled his body backward onto changbin’s crotch, sinking into his hands as he grabbed him by the waist.

felix leaned down, hands sliding down his thighs as he pressed his ass against changbin, lost in his own slutty world until he heard his boss’s groan of pleasure.

he snapped back out of it, stumbling away.

“oh my god, i’m so, so, so sorry,” his face and ears turned beet red as he fumbled to fix his shirt. “please don’t fire me, this is all i have—“

“mister lee,” changbin smirked. “i know you need more than you have. but i’ve seen the way you can move your body, and talent like that deserves to be praised, not wasted.”

there was a pause as felix froze, trying so desperately to read his expression.

“use those dancer’s hips on me and if you can make me cum, i’ll give you a million won. cash.”

felix didn’t even question. he needed the money and immediately he took his former position, back to changbin as he rolled his hips backward and finished tearing away the rest of the buttons, tossing the black button-up to the floor. he grabbed onto the hem of his undershirt, wrists crossed, and watched changbin’s greedy eyes over his shoulder as he pulled the fabric completely off. with the fluidity of the movements down his arching back, the slothed speed he took against changbin’s body, the elder had enough. he grabbed him by the waist and slammed his body against the back of his desk, practically ripping his trousers’ button away.

“you’re impatient,” felix teased, hands holding the desk backward for support as not to let changbin push him backward any further.

“if impatient has a new meaning. i’ve wanted to fuck you since i met you, i hired you because i wanted to watch you in this office. god, it’s been a long two years and now, you’re half naked in my office. it’s perfect.”

“you just hired me for my body?” felix asked quietly, eyes softening as he stood up straight off the desk. the utter look of hurt on his face went straight to changbin’s heart, irking him in a way he hadn’t considered before.

“who do you take me for? i’m not shallow, i don’t like useless men,” changbin snapped, pushing felix back to where he was standing before. “if you want me to list all the reasons i like your work, i will.”

“then do,” felix smiled, leaning forward into their pressed chests as he started to fumble with changbin’s button as well, touch generous as he finished undressing him.

“well,” he started, “you’re beautiful. absolutely breathtaking.” he watched felix’s ears warm as he continued with a smile on his face, and reached up to wipe his makeup away. “i could get lost counting your freckles forever. and you’re so talented. your singing, your rapping, your dancing, your writing, your drawing... in everything you do, there’s a piece of you. it’s so...”

“unique?” felix filled in with a bright smile, and changbin grinned. “yeah, that,” as he leaned in for another kiss, distracting the boy as he finished undressing the two of them.

“keep going,” felix demanded softly once changbin’s lips faltered from his own.

“do you have a praise kink?”

felix laughed at changbin’s words as he was turned around, bent over the desk with his now exposed thighs against the other’s pair. he pushed his ass against his hips, grinning as a groan escaped his boss’s throat, hands on his sides.

“you’re so funny... easy to talk to... bright and happy... you light up the entire building when you come in. and...” he hummed, licking his finger before pushing it into felix, making him groan. “cute. i bet i can fuck you good enough to hear your voice crack as you moan like a girl. that deep voice isn’t fooling anyone.”

changbin reached across the desk to grab a small bottle; at first felix had mistaken it for soothe gel but could now clearly see it was lube and shivered as the cold, thick liquid touched his body.

changbin started to quickly work felix open and though it was a lot to take, felix was obedient and took everything he was given. he didn’t even complain as changbin shoved himself in without warning.

he immediately snapped his hips forward, strong thrusts shoving felix against the desk each time. felix moaned, gripping the edge of the desk, and the sound only encouraged changbin to go faster, angling his hips in search of felix’s prostate. it took some effort, but he knew the moment he found it; felix’s legs turned to jelly and his body collapsed against the furniture in front of him as he let out a loud, feminine moan.

“f-fuck, changbin!” he cried, and his boss grabbed him by the chin.

“who?”

“m-master?”

“good boy.”

“master, please,” felix panted. “fuck, master, more.”

changbin was so close already from having his kink stimulated and pulled out just in time to stop, dragging felix over to the window.

“want your master to fuck you where anyone could see?” he whispered and felix immediately stepped up against the window.

“so obedient... but i want to see your face.”

the boy visibly gulped and turned around. changbin hoisted him up into his lap and, using the window to lean his back against, took to that position, which was the perfect angle to have felix screaming and crying his title.

the boy’s cheek was pressed up against the cold glass by changbin’s ringed hand, his hips slamming into it with every thrust as changbin held him in place by the upper thighs.

“you’re so fucking pretty,” he groaned. “wish i could have offered you this promotion earlier.”

“am i ge-getting the job?”

“as my personal sex slave?” his hand released felix’s face, moving down to grip his neck instead. “yes.”

felix grinned through the stomach flipping moans. “what w-will the job cons-sist o-of?”

“hm... every sunday morning i expect you to be at my door, waiting for me... on all fours in nothing but a collar.”

“a-am i go-oing to b-be your puppy?”

“yes,” changbin growled, squeezing felix’s neck tighter and making his eyes roll back. “master’s puppy.”

“f-fuck, i’m gonna... gonna c-cum,” felix breathed, nails pulling scratches down changbin’s back, and the boss grabbed onto his employee’s base to keep him from finishing. felix threw his head backward and practically screamed, trying to buck his hips into changbin’s hand.

“p-please, master, please, i’ve been s-so good, please l-let me cum-m, please...”

changbin pulled back and not-so-gently dropped felix onto the floor.

“beg.”

felix immediately got onto his knees and took changbin into his mouth, tongue working magic, and with every other pull back he popped off to say a desperate, “please.”

“fuck, felix...” changbin grabbed onto felix’s hair, pushing his hips forward and starting to fuck his throat. “so fucking good...”

felix rubbed himself against the floor, desperate for friction, but stopped every time he felt close to be obedient, and changbin absolutely ate it up.

“are you gonna cum, lixie? are you edging yourself for me?”

felix couldn’t do anything but moan in response and gasped for air as changbin pulled away, spit dripping from his mouth.

changbin tackled him onto the floor and licked all the saliva off of his face as he took them both into one hand, jacking them off together, and as changbin’s lips touched felix’s neck he came almost immediately. he let out a moan so high his voice cracked halfway through, his cum reaching his face, but changbin wasn’t quite done, and the boy kicked and tensed, body crazed as it was overworked.

“ch-h-angb-bin,” he cried. “m-mast-ter, a-ah!”

“i’m almost...” changbin grunted breathily, felix’s back arching off of the ground as his speed increased, but he came within seconds, finally ceasing his movements and allowing felix to rest.

“fuck,” he breathed, resting himself for a moment before getting to his knees and scooping felix up, carrying him to the couch and laying him down. “what a good employee, huh?”

“it’d make you a better boss if you’d let me take a nap here. preferably naked.”

“so i can stare at you instead of getting back to work?” he chuckled, brushing his thumb across felix’s bottom lip. “sounds good to me.”

[jq37]

The Report Card -- Fantasy High Sophomore Year Ep 1

Sophomores and Spring Break 

Note: Hey guys! I decided to try something a little bit different and slightly more structured than my usual recaps for FH: Sophomore Year. I’m hoping this will be a little easier for me and a more useful tool for keeping up to date since there will be a lot more eps to keep track of and they’ll be easier to miss. Lemme know what you think and if you want raw, unfiltered opinions on anything specific, feel free to send me an ask. I’m always down to go off about literally whatever. 

We’re back, baby! It is Sophomore Year at Aguefort and the gang is on Spring Break. A lot is going down so lemme break it down. The Bad Kids, having defeated Kalvaxus last year, are all entitled to a share of his hoard and all the red tape is finally cleared so they all get 20k gold each (which is an insane amount of money converted to USD if you use the WOTC conversion rate of a gold coin being around $145 (circa 2006 when they answered the question)--which would be close to $330 with inflation). Jawbone and Sandra-Lynn are moving in after less than a year into a profoundly haunted house and it’s kind of a Full House situation because Adaine, Fig, Kristen, and Tracker all officially live there (plus it seems that Zayn has also anchored himself to Adaine’s tower--btw, Adaine took the tower that the haunted house obviously has) and you know all the other Bad Kids are gonna be there on the regular. 

More importantly, Aguefort gives the gang their big project for the year--finding the crown of the Nightmare King which was stolen at the end of last season--which is worth 60% of their grade (Adaine does a full Hermione at this information). Each of the gang has info about the NK but the trail has mostly gone cold. Luckily, Fabian just got a hot tip about where Falinel is keeping Aelwyn and she seems like a pretty good lead to start with since she was super tied up in the bad side of all the messiness of last year. Adaine is displeased to say the least. 

Going off to find the crown is super exciting story-wise for two reasons. First of all, it means the gang gets to hire, well, hirelings to help them and temporarily join the party! They ping basically every cool NPC they can think of (except for Tracker for some reason which is BONKERS because (1) she probably would have done it for free and cutting her in would still be keeping the money in the family, (2) she’s dope as hell, (3) she’s a cleric and the party can always use more healers, (4) she’s a werewolf so presumably she has skills that would help in the woods, and (5) they’re t r a c k i n g down a crown and the girl’s name is literally T R A C K E R, but I will not backseat D&D) and eventually end up with Ragh (who has been without an adventuring party all year, poor guy), Sandra-Lynn (swayed by a nat 20 rolled by Fig), Cathilda (!?) ,and, for some reason, Gilear (which Fabian is happy about, mainly for the opportunity to maybe bump him off on the way). Second of all, if you recall, Elmville is a pretty modern town but the rest of the continent is less fantasy high, more high fantasy. Horses and lanterns and all that pseudo-medieval goodness. They are gonna stick out like a sore thumb. I am very here for it. 

Everyone goes home to rest up but, after some ominous dreams, only four of them wake up. Riz and Fig are left asleep and then Brennan mic drops and ends the episode which is a power move and I am extremely upset about it but also, respect. Right for the jugular immediately. I heard Murph and Emily are on tour in the UK next week which probably has something to do with this but, in the moment, I did not know that and I really felt the hammer drop in my heart. It was wild. Cannot wait to see where we go from here. Plus, who doesn’t love watching characters freak out because their friends are in danger?

Random Thoughts

I have no idea what the title of this episode is or if it’ll even have one and not a number but I gave it a placeholder one for now. I also don’t have access to the stream yet so I didn’t get to include some info I wanted to (like a record of nat 20s, and nat 1s so I can track their stats for the school year) and I probably missed some stuff because my brain can only hold so much info guys. I’m not Brennan. 

I mentioned this yesterday during the stream, but there will never be anything better than the pure D&D joy of everyone, in character, talking over each other to clown on each other. They get the friend-group banter that’s a hair breadth’s away from bullying so true to life and it’s so fun to watch. On the flip side, the opening scene with everyone introducing themselves and affirmatively claiming each other as their best friends was also peak D&D. Found family= best trope. 

Fig and Adaine burn spell-slots at basically the same time to try and beat each other to the best room in the (Scooby-Doo ass) house--which is exactly the kind of thing that would happen in this world. It’s such an intuitive setting. I love it so much. (BTW, Fig ends up staying in the false space under the revolving grand piano because, of course).

Fabian and Gorgug went to recruit Ragh, who assumed they were propositioning him for a three-way. In his defense, they did do it in a super proposition-y way and they were in the middle of the LGBTQ student union.

Also, Gorgug gives Ragh an inspiring speech about thinking you’re your own dad which makes him burst into tears. 

Speaking of, Jawbone offhandedly says he’s poly but, like, based on some of the stuff he’s said, I feel like that’s not really a reveal. He also gets along well with Gorthalax and would be down w/ a three-way if Sandra-Lynn wanted to which, again, totally checks out. 

Arthur Aguefort uses Chronomancy to rewind time and catch a snide comment Adaine made under her breath, which is exactly the kind of frivolous use of God-like power I’d expect from him.  

I really love Adaine’s energy coming into this season. She’s in therapy. She’s in a good home environment. She’s comfortable enough with her friend group to do stuff like prank Fig (love that they’re gonna be living together now). And she’s good friends with Zayn now which I want to see more of based on their one interaction in this ep which was very cute. I am already on record as saying I would be down with her getting a ghost boyfriend--I mean, for the aesthetic alone--but I’d be happy with just more friendship. 

Fabian is also hilarious this season because you can tell he’s gone a bit soft from having friends and leaning into that (the friendship necklace with Riz) but also he’s fully aware that it’s happening so he’s, like, ping-ponging back and forth like, “These are my friends,” and, “What am I saying? I used to be cool,” and it’s very funny. Very happy the Aelwyn storyline is happening right out of the gate, both because I think Aelwyn is a very interesting character with a lot of potential for nuance but also because Fabian reacting to her and Adaine reacting to Fabian reacting to her is always gold. 

Prompted by an offhand conversation from Fig about rock and roll, Brennan--earning another feather for his Cap of God Tier DMing--goes on an impromptu five minute long improved diatribe about a bard who played such a good concert that it instantly impregnated everyone in attendance (dudes too) who gave birth to kids with sick rocker hair and denim jackets and ascended to Rock Heaven on their 18th Birthday. You truly have to watch it to believe it. At a certain point I thought he was gonna drop it but that was the moment he doubled down and kept going. Amazing. 

Watching Murph, in real time, make up a girl/boy/whateverfriend in Fantasy Canada was a gift. 

I don’t have access to the stream yet but best quote of the night that I can remember is Kristen choosing her room: This is triggering and I’ll take it. (Her line about her lesbian starter kit and the one about wanting a horse were also bangers). 

The group talks about what they’re going to do for transportation outside of Elmsville since they don’t really use cars out there and they somehow get from “disguise Fig’s tour bus” to “commission Aguefort to create a brand new animal that can hold six people plus hirelings, one of which is Fabian who is also riding his motorbike”.

I love that Sandra-Lynn’s Mom Powers work on Tracker. 

Basrar doesn’t accept the invitation to come with on the quest, but he does give Kristen a bag of infinite ice cream sandwiches, which is basically just as good, IMO. 

Oh Gilear. The man is sleeping in the Seacaster garage, being bullied by skater kids, and now he’s stuck on this quest with his ex and Fabian who actively wants him dead.  

Speaking of, I’m psyched to see more of Sandra-Lynn. She was kind of a sleeper badass at the end of last season. 

Ragh is keeping secrets which I hope the cast doesn’t forget because it could be nothing serious (like the high school drama happening with Skrank and the 7 maidens--maybe he’s just crushing on Gorgug who did full kiss him during Promocalypse) or it could be Serious Business that will blow up if the don’t stay on top of it. We’ll see. 

Oh, almost forgot. Adaine wants an emotional support frog. Every time I think I can’t love her more.   

Detention

Fig for Not Respecting Personal Boundaries

Fig goes full Emily right out the gate and, after finding out that Skrank (nerdy bird dude who apparently can get it) was not only dating Ostentasia (rich, popular dwarf) but also dumped her in pursuit of Danielle Barkstock (one of Ostentasia’s party members, the scandal), disguises herself as him with Danielle to figure out what’s going on. And, wouldn't you know it, when she gives herself away, Danielle immediately is shocked and appalled, as you would be, obviously. We also learn that she’s still catfishing Dr. Asha which is, how you say, for sure a crime. Fig, please, I’m begging you. Cease. 

Honor Roll

Fig, Riz, and Adaine for Researching the Nightmare King

Fig made both lists, look at that. Wasn’t my plan for this to be a three-way tie (also didn’t expect to use the word “three-way” this many times in this writeup) but I think their contributions were pretty much equally valuable. Rainsolo on the Discord wrote up this summary of the lore dump Brennan gave them.

[scoopzahoy]

Watched the third season of Scream (Scream Resurrection ? Scream VH1 ?) for the first time w mom these past two days, and I liked it a lot actually ! I’m aware it’s not well liked apparently. Maybe because they dropped the Seasons 1&2 cast (Brooke and Noah are the only characters I truly mourn in the Great Recasting of Scream TV, the rest of the living characters by the end of S02 do nothing for me), maybe it just wasn’t a lot of people’s style. Either way, I personally enjoyed it, and especially loved the nearly all-bipoc cast !!

I had a fewwww flaws with it, of course, but I’ll leave it under a cut so anyone who wants to read it can, and those who don’t won’t just see a wall of text rip

Also Spoiler Warning, duh

OKAY SO

One of the biggest flaws I had was for sure Olivia/Liv. She definitely seemed okay and likeable in Episodes 1 and 2, but my GOD did she just get worse as time went on.

Like, okay, so we know she’s got some (mental health ??) issues due to her mom’s cheating and eventual divorce from her father, but I kinda hate how it’s never... delved into ??? Like girl held a whole ass lighter to her arm at the end of one episode but it’s never actually ADDRESSED what her deal is ????? What are your secrets, Liv ????

Like, alright. Her snoopy ass self gets the hopes up of Deion (fka Marcus), that his twin brother (the REAL Deion) is alive and kicking, only for it to be revealed the poor kid got stuck in the trunk of an old car and died after all. Like, damn, Nancy Drew, look at what you’ve done. You gave the dude depression.

Liv: Your brother’s alive Deion: he’s literally not Liv: okay but he is Deion: hm...

ANYWAYS, moving on.

I really don’t like just how she treated Deion all season. So, hear me out. We have the scene between them post-sex. She’s holding the gun she found in his bag (ma’am I literally do not care that you stubbed your toe, that doesn’t give you permission to snoop through his shit ????), and THEN yells for her cop father bc she’s trying to “protect” Deion ??? Nah fuck off with that.

Was definitely relieved to see her father WASN’T a racist cop just waiting for a chance to have an excuse to execute a black person, surprised to see him reveal he’s worried for Deion’s safety BECAUSE of Liv’s aforementioned issues (sir get your daughter a therapist) but once again WHAT ARE HER ISSUES SPECIFICALLY ???? LIV ???????

She then kinda does it AGAIN by mentioning to a different cop that Deion knew about her father. Like GIRL you KNOW what you’re doing YOU HAVE TO. These actions nearly cost Deion a football scholarship, and never ONCE is she PROPERLY punished for her actions.

We do get Deion telling her on the phone that everything she’d done so far was actually really shitty and fucked up, and he even goes so far as to tell her not to speak to him anymore, but about an episode later that’s all resolved like nothing. Like Deion, dude, I get she’s pretty but the things she did should not be so quickly forgiven just because she said sorry ???? Deion stop kissing her TELL HER TO TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT THE CLEARLY TRAUMATIC EVENT OF HER PARENTS DIVORCING.

AND THEN SHE’S PITIED in those TWO seconds Deion hates her ?? Deion “pumping and dumping” is viewed as a “gross guy hurts poor, innocent girl’s heart” when reality is that he had EVERY SINGLE RIGHT to want nothing to do with Liv after everything she had put him through. A person is not obligated to stay in contact w/ someone they had sex with if that person finds out their sexual and/or romantic partner is an ASSHOLE. Don’t pity Liv when it’s HER shitty actions that led to Deion not wanting to speak to her for two seconds !

Legit hate that she and Deion ended up together in the end. He deserved better, or at the VERY LEAST she should have waited until she was in a better place to even PURSUE a relationship with anyone, Deion or not. And, hey, maybe she did considering the last scene is a time jump, but that’s just an assumption.

Also, was it ever explained just who she was talking to about having blood on their hands ??? Like I get it was to make her look sus because it WORKED. Maybe she wasn’t the killer this season, but it’s well established she is Not Okay and also well established that she’s just an overall unpleasant person, so who is to say she wasn’t doing shady shit anyways ?? Once again, Liv, what are your secrets ????????????

Anyways, non-Liv related flaws I found that apply to me personally.

Tyg/a’s whole existence. So let’s talk abt Jay. Not entirely jazzed about his reveal. Kinda thought it was meh overall (sidenote: shouldn’t he have sounded more struggled in his last scene ? Dude was bleeding out and was talking like he was having a normal conversation my dudes)

Like, his motive is kinda interesting, but idk. Of course there were two killers, but I was hoping “Hook Man’s” death wasn’t actually related to the Ghostface killings. I knew for sure it was Jay, because it made sense. Get revenge on the man you think killed your little brother while wearing the costume your brother died in. I just feel like, compared to Beth... meh. 

Enough about him, though, really hated seeing Manny die. Like, damn dude. I was legit hoping that him cracking the windshield was a sign that he was gonna escape, then BOOM next episode BOOM his funeral like DAMN OKAY.

When Kym was on the roof, I thought the Mystery Person was gonna be revealed to be Manny (forgot they had been selecting his clothes to be buried in tbh), who faked his death so he could finally be free of the town he wanted nothing to do with. Will say, though, the reveal of Hawkins being Manny’s secret dumb jock boyfriend was wholesome. Wish we could have seen more of them together and Hawkins could have been a more relevant character throughout the season, we deserved all the gay content we could have gotten.

That’s all the flaws I think I have, though. My brain’s fried and I’m TIRED so... yuh.

Oh but, a few positives real quick: Liv being the false final girl and KYM being the TRUE final girl (sidenote: another flaw - Kym should have gotten a showdown with Beth tbh). Kym was far more deserving of that title, and I’m glad she got the honor of putting the Big Bad down. Also loved her and Hawkins clearly becoming friends after high school (also just Keke in general, what an icon)

And, the Deadfast Club was an overall likeable group (Liv ASIDE personally). It hurt to see them die. Noah rlly said it in season 1, make my ass CARE about these people smh

Once again there’s probs more but I am falling asleep so that is all goodnight.