#also.. I had forgotten how LONG it takes to make these 💀💀💀

[mrs-gauche]

*blows ten layers of dust off my DAI mod folder*

Oh, my dear old friend flycam, how long has it been? <3 Let’s see if I still know how to use it.....

[lilykatelyn-blog]

first time w/ txt <33

ofc anon! <333

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pairing: txt x reader

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: fingering, protected sex, pet names (baby, Jagi, Jagiya, babe, honey), kissing, making out, dirty talk, soft sex, cursing, Big Dick Yeonjunnie and Soobinnie, aftercare :), fem bodies in Tae’s and Soob’s, squirting.

❤︎Yeonjun❤︎

He’s soft, despite what everyone says, that’s what I think. He’ll take his time slowly fingering you because.. 9 inches- and my man is girthy, very girthy. He makes you cum at least twice on his fingers, and once on his mouth. Then comes the dick, and it was worth it. He moans so much at your tight hole, and you moan at how good he hammers into you. Let’s just say you passed out after that. His aftercare is so soft, he cleans you up with a towel, you two take a shower if you have the stamina (but you passed out). He gives you water and cuddles up to you whispering sweet nothings, and how well you did as you guys drift off <3

“mmh- J-Jagiya, taking me so- nngh, s-so well,” he whispered as he thrusted in quickly, watching your blissed out expression. God, he could almost cum to that. “J-jun~, so go-od,” You trailed off, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Jun-n~, co-ming~.” You warned as you squirted all over him. “Fuck baby, nngh- coming too,” he told you as he thrusted a few more times before he stilled, painting your walls white.

❤︎Soobin❤︎

So so so sweet ❤️ He’s so soft prepping you, while praising you softly. He had it all planned, you would have champagne, watch a movie, then have sex (man had it in his plan notebook saying literally that 💀) also made sure he had multiple condoms and was clean. He slowly eased into you, waiting for you to adjust to his size, because let’s not lie, he’s BIG. And not like 6 inches big, but like 8-9 inches BIG. He has to hold back while slowly thrusting into you, because you’re just so tight and it just feels so good. For aftercare, he’s on another level, he runs a bubble bath, gets you water, food of youre hungry, and makes sure you’re comfortable. He’s just an all rounded sweetheart <3

You were on Soobin’s lap, champagne long forgotten. You swallowed each others moans as you both grinder on each other. “Babe- fuck.” He whispered pulling away and stopping you. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, just need to be inside you right now.” He muttered in your neck, lifting you up and leading you two into the bedroom, where you continued your make out session, sharing many kisses into the night.

❤︎Beomgyu❤︎

He makes it pleasurable, and something you noticed is, what he lacks in length, he makes up for in girth. THiCK, super thick. He’ll try to hold himself back, but he’ll fail. Honestly, more of a groaner than a moaner ngl. As he thrusts into you, he’ll either be praising and dirty talking or just dirty talking. He doesn’t have the patience to finger you, but he still will to some extent because he wants you to enjoy yourself as much as possible. For aftercare, he is so sweet and just smiled sheepishly and giggled at your fucked out expression.

“did I go too hard?” He asked, giggling and smiling as he gently lowered you into the bath. “just a bit.” You slurred and giggled a bit. “I’ll be back Jagi.” He ran to get you water. As soon as he got back, he joined you and.. well.. another round started as soon as you got out. “Nghhhhh- so good for me honey~” he grunted thrusting into you hard. You couldn’t do anything but moan. As you once again reached your high, you wanted him. “G-gyu.. co-cominnnngg~” you stammered. “Me too,” he groaned, hitting just the right spot as you squirted on his dick and he came in his condom.

❤︎Taehyun❤︎

boob man. I just know it. The first time you guys have sex, he’s all over them. He’s kissing them, fucking them, cumming on them, all the good stuff. Then he slowly fingers you until your hole is big enough to take him. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a bit of a stretch, but it’s less painful than it would have been. Ughhh, he is so into oral, just sucking at your clit so hard, making your brain go into oblivion, all words long gone and just incoherent noises remained.

“T-tae!” You screamed tugging on his hair for the nth time, as he made you cum on his mouth for the 2nd time that night. “Just one more Jagi, then I’ll fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.” As he licked up your slit again. “T-tae! Too sensitive! No more!” You moaned, trying to push him away but failing, after a while the pain turned into pleasure and you found yourself coming undone once again.

❤︎Huening Kai❤︎

also a big boob guy. Very big on it, always stuttering as he entered you. Only after fingering you and you blowing him. He has to physically force himself not to cum inside you after you cum. He enters back in after you cum, chasing his own high and eventually cumming all over your stomach and boobs.

“nngh, too tight!” He moaned, pulling out and jerking himself off after you came twice on his dick. You just watched the lewd scene as he came undone, moaning your name and collapsing. After he came to his senses, he got a damp towel and cleaned both of you up, giving you water and food. Then, you two cuddled and kissed through the night until you both fell asleep &lt;3

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hi beautiful, are you ok? You could write where Gavi or Pedri (your preference) has a "best friend" who is really in love with him and purposely creates a situation where he is confused who to believe, leaving the hurt reader not wanting to see him for a while. It can be a anguish with a happy ending, please :) thank you.

Part 2 (Angsty Version)

Part 2 (Happy Version)

Warnings: Pretty long, some swear words, burns with coffee, angst, kinda asshole! Pepi. Don't really know about that😭💀 no proofread💀 I need to get better on the publishing time😭💀

Believe What You Want -P.G8

Summary: He doesn't know who to believe and you just can't take it.

Pedri knew about your non-liking towards his best friend, Victoria and often both of you had some exchange of words for it. But it wasn't your fault.

You were always nice and open to meet your boyfriend's family and close friends. She, being one of them. Nervous as fuck but you were positive to like all people around him, since you planned to stay by his side for a very very long time, only to be met with a eye rolling and a push on the shoulder from her part.

Since that very first moment you knew that a friendship with her would never work. In fact, it would never happen. And that little thought was proven correct when a few hours later you were both alone as the guys went to buy some food, she went ahead and told you how you and Pedri were never going to work, how he was only using you like a little toy and soon will be left forgotten, etc...

However, once the guys returned back, Pedri could read that something had happened while they were gone, you were serious, you weren't smiling as big as you were before and remained quiet most of the evening

Not only did he noticed that but the guys also did.

"Are you okay?" Adrián, his cousin asked you, you lifted your head to look at him and nodded softly

"Just a bit tired and with a headache" You murmured as they nodded understanding, they left you be for the rest of the evening but Pedri did knew you well.

"What's wrong?" He asked as soon as you both got into his car

"¿Qué?" (What?)

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Why would there be something wrong?"

"You're not tired and you don't have a headache either" He said as you sighed looking down at your lap, you could lie to everyone... To everyone but him. "Mírame, por favor, bonita" (Look at me, sweetheart, please) You didn't so he sighed and with his hand pulled your chin up to meet his eyes "What's wrong?"

You stayed quiet for a few seconds before you took a deep breath "Victoria... She- I'm pretty sure she doesn't like me" You tight-lipped smiled

"She's difficult at the beggining but once she gets confidence and spends more time with you, she changes" You shook your head

"I don't think so, Pedro..." You sighed "She said some things about our relationship" He furrowed his eyebrows

"Like?"

"Like... You were only playing with me like a little girl with a doll and that once you get tired of me you'll throw me away, that things between us will not last... You want me to keep going?" Pedri stood still for a few seconds before laughing softly and shaking his head

"She probably was testing you. She also adores making jokes"

"That seemed pretty real to me, Pedro"

"She was just joking. She often does that when one of us brings a girl around, to see if she's good or worth... If you didn't screamed back at her then you passed her test"

"Yes but she wasn't joking"

"Relax, bonita. You'll soon see she opens up to you"

You pushed his hand out of your chin and rested your head into the window, both of your hands crossing around your chest. You shook your head

"Can you take me home, please?"

"I thought you were staying with me tonight?"

"Wanna go home, be with my dog and alone for a little while" You said softly not looking at him but rather looking at the houses that were in his friend's villa

"Are you mad?"

"I am tired and want to be with my dog"

"We can go pick her up and-"

"In my house" Pedri sighed nodding and put his hand on your tight but you crossed your legs before he could touch you. He got the hint and pushed his hand into his lap

"Entiendo" (Got it)

The rest of the drive was silent with only the radio playing up. Your chest was tight and all you wanted was your boyfriend to be at your side and not simply brushing it off

"¿Cómo puedo arreglarlo?" (How can I fix it?) He said right after he parked at the front of your house; you shrugged your shoulders

"Don't know" You sighed "As much as Victoria might love each and every single one of you, guys... I can assure you that what she said to me today and the way she said it, it wasn't a joke" You said "I'm a girl and I have a male best friend too. But I wouldn't say those kind of stuffs just as a friend or to see if she's worth and good for him" You shook your head "Es más, ni siquiera le diría algo de ese estilo a ella" (I wouldn't even tell her something like that)

"She likes you" You said after a few more seconds "And that's it"

"Mi vida, please-"

"I'm not making anything up" For the first time you looked at him "I'm a girl, I know things only a girl can. She likes you, Pedro"

"But I don't like her"

"Then let her know that" You said taking off the seatbelt, you grabbed his face and kissed his cheek, feeling his low stubble on your lips "Te quiero, guapo" You said softly and without the happy emotion you always carry when around your guy.

"Y yo a ti, bonita" He kissed the palm of your hand "I'm sorry for her, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable because of it. I'll talk to her" You nod before getting out of the car "See you tomorrow?" You nod your head

"See you"

Your second meeting with Victoria was pretty normal but you could guess that she didn't wanted to make a bad impression with Pedri around and the fact he was eyeing both of you up and down, all of your expressions and acts, could've pulled her back a little bit.

"I was just joking!" She exclaimed a little too loud on your ear as you grimaced lightly "Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, it's just a little something I like to do!"

"Yes, well... It's not nice, please don't do it" Her response was an eye roll

"You're boring, girly" She said laughing as you tight smiled "Pepi, come on! We gotta show who the masters are!" And with that she took Pedri's hand and dragged him with her to play some ping pong against Adrián and Jesús (one of Pedri's friends)

The third one was your least favorite, you were on your way to the Ciutat Esportiva to pick Pedri up but first you went ahead and grabbed some coffe and pastries for the two of you to eat on your way home.

You were done with your order and were actually waiting for your two cups of coffee

"Be careful, miss" The girl said smiling softly "It's really hot"

"Thank you, I got it" You smiled and gave her a tip "Have a nice day"

She smiled back at you and once you were in the middle of walking out of the shop, you saw a woman come up to you and once you realized who it was, you felt your coffee being poured all over your front

"¡Puta madre, joder!" You screamed out in pain as people gasped and the same girl who attended you came rushing to you

"Miss what happend?" You couldn't speak at the tremendous pain you felt

"Some girl pushed her coffee up to her" A little boy said as you tried not to cry

"¡Cambiadle la ropa, ya!" (Change her clothes, now!) A woman said worried

"I got a spare shirt" A guy said going out running

"Échale un poco de agua fría" (Put her some cold water) An old man said

"Do you know who she was? Why would that girl do that?" The same girl asked worried taking you inside

"My boyfriend best friend's" You replied hissing feeling the cold water she was putting on you run down your body, it was both relaxing and painful "She hates me"

"Did you do something to her?"

"Date the guy she's in love with"

...

"Amor, if you couldn't pick me up, you could've told me" Pedri said once you got inside your house "I had to grab a cab since everyone left earli-¿Qué mierdas te pasó?" (What the hell happened?)

"Victoria, happened" You replied angrily "I was on my way to pick you up and I stopped at that little coffee shop we always go. She was there too and she poured on me my two cups of hot coffee, I had to go to the hospital to give me something for the burns"

"Oh my god"

"What?" You asked

"I can't believe you"

"Huh?"

"Victoria was all day long with the guys... I just ended a facetime with them"

"No, she wasn't. I'm not blind, Pedro. I know how her face is, I know how she looks like and I know what happened" You replied angry, you were angry at the fact he wasn't believing you "I don't have any reasons to hate her. She, on the other hand, does"

"She doesn't like me. I talked to her. It's crazy"

"No it isn't, Pedro. Otherwise, why the hell she would have dropped boiling coffee on me? Because she was testing me to see if I'm good or worthy for you?"

"I'm not up for this"

"You're not up for anything related to her lately"

"It's just something nonsense, Y/N! ¡Ella es única y solamente mi mejor amiga! ¡No tenemos sentimientos románticos, ni por su parte ni por la mía!" (We have no romantic feelings, neither on her part nor on mine!)

"Leave"

"What?"

"You're not up for this and you think I'm speaking nonsense, you can leave"

"She's not like that"

"And I'm not a liar, Pedro. I don't go around to get in trouble with people and you should know it. We've been together for a whole year and I have never lied to you. Not even once. I don't have anything against her but she does have something against me and if you can't see it then leave, but don't make me look as if I'm crazy because I'm not"

"Who's hoodie is this?"

"What?"

"This isn't mine and surely isn't yours. Who's this?"

"A guy offered me his hoodie, my shirt was drenched in coffee and if I stayed in it the only thing it would do was burn me more and I can't walk around the streets of Barcelona in bra, so I took it"

"Sure" He said nodding but you knew he didn't believed it

"I'm not lying, Pedro!"

"You're not lying, got it. But you want me to believe the person I have met since I was 10, the person who has supported me through everything is hurting the one I love the most?"

"Yes, because that's exactly what's happening!"

"You're unbelievable" Pedri shook his head "She's not like that, she wouldn't hurt the one I love the most! She's my friend, friends who are happy with each others happiness and she knows you're mine"

"But she doesn't want me to be your happiness, she wants to be your happiness. You're too oblivious to notice it!"

"I'll take up on your advice, we'll talk once you're calm"

"I can't be calm!"

"Nos vemos" (See you later)

You laughed in disbelief and shook your head. Your turned around to see Felicity, your black cream dachshund of two years laid on the couch who once heard the door closing started barking and surprisingly started to pull the space next to her. You smiled forgetting for a few seconds of your anger.

"Don't fall in love with any boy, yes?" You said to her petting her as she crawled on top of your lap "You do know how to make me feel better, Feli" She licked your clothed chest and smell it repeatedly "Mommy got burn" You took off the hoodie, your bare chest in the air.

Your bra was also drenched, the doctor who took care of you told you it was better if you took it off, she recommended you some creams and gave you a recipe to follow so the burning marks could fade away quickly.

You sighed and sad smiled when your little girl licked at your stomach "Mommy will go and take a shower. Will you help me with the creams? Or will you make some dinner?" She looked at you "Or how about I do both?" She barked and you smiled "Girls night"

...

"Fer, I'm not going" You said shaking your head over the phone, even though he couldn't see you

"Come on, it's my birthday"

"I'm going to sound like a proper bitch but I'm glad"

"You did sound like a bitch"

"Pedri will be there and you two share the same group of friends, so it's more than obvious she'll be there. I'm not going"

"Come on, Y/N/N" Fer said "I will not leave you alone for a single minute but you need to come. I need my sis"

"I'm not sure if I'm still being your sister-in-law after everything"

"You'll be my sis one way or another. Although I'd love both" You laughed lightly "I'm not saying he's right and I'm not saying you're completely right. But eventually you two need to talk about this, you guys love each other more than anything. You can do this, you can fix this"

"I don't think we can fix it, not this time"

"You always can" Fer said as you sighed "He's been a mess without you, he's not himself"

"He has his best friend to help him with that"

"He doesn't need a best friend, he needs to open his eyes and see the right thing before it's too late" Silence went over the line before he spoke up again "You may have fight, ugly ones... But you always make it out. Love and communication it's your guys thing"

"Things change, Fer. You know?"

"Not you guys" You shook your head

"Everything can" You both fell silent before Fer sighed

"Please come. If you don't want to talk to him, don't. Just be there for me. I won't lose my friendship with you"

"If you ever leave my side even if it's just for one second, I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine, González"

"Deal" You heard the smile on his face "I'll pick you up tomorrow at 5"

What were you getting yourself into?

...

"Long time not to see you, missy" Adrián said as you stepped outside their backyard. You smiled softly opening your arms to hug him, you hissed softly when he hugged you tighter, the fabric of your shirt started to hurt on your aching chest "Sorry, Fer told us you got burnt" You smile softly shaking your head

"It's fine. I'm good now" Adrián tight smiled before rubbing your shoulders a few times making you laugh

His girlfriend, Anabella came and hugged you as well and soon the guys were greeting you with smiles, hugs and jokes. Until you got to Pedri.

"Hola" He said softly

"Hola" You said

"Didn't know you were going to be here today"

"Neither did I" You admitted "I was planning to make up some excuse but Fer didn't have it" Pedro smiled softly

"Glad he didn't" You hummed softly crossing your arms over your chest "How are you?" You sighed

"Been better" You said "You?"

"Awful" You looked at him softly "I missed you... A lot"

"I missed you too, Pepi" You said "A lot as well"

Four days you had not speaking to each other, no calls, a few texts but in the end a few texts meant nothing with everything it had to be said...

"I'm sorry" He said after a few seconds. You sighed and hugged him tightly not really caring about the ache this time

"We need to talk" You said and it was his turn to sigh before hugging your waist tightly "We need to fix us because we can't keep going this way, I love you too much to let you go"

"Glad to know we are on the same page though..." You smiled inhaling his scent "We do need to fix us. I don't want us like this" That's all he said and after a few seconds of hugging, you separated enough from him to join your foreheads

"Shall we go home after this party? We can talk in peace and be just you and me" He nodded

"That's nice" He smiled softly "Can we go now?" His comment made you laugh "I really really want to fix things between us"

"As much as I want to, we can't. We can't just leave your brother"

"Bueno, pero que él es bastante mayorcito para cuidarse solo" (Well, but he is old enough to take care of himself)

"It doesn't matter. I'm here because of him. I wasn't going to come here, Pedro"

He sighed before nodding "Can we leave a bit early tho?" You smiled nodding.

"That we can"

"After singing Happy Birthday?" You nod

"Most likely"

"Fer! I'm kinda hungry for that pineapple cake, don't you want to sing happy birthday now?" You hit his bicep lightly as you both laugh

"Don't pay any attention to this guy, Fer. Enjoy your evening" You smiled softly "And you stop. I'm also nervous and excited at the same time but stop and let's enjoy this evening before we talk, it's something pretty serious" Pedri nods

"How are you?"

"I told you I've been better"

"I don't mean emotionally this time. I meant physically. How are the burns?"

"Hopefully if I follow each and every single thing doctor days, there will be no visible scars"

"Are they pretty bad?"

"Let's say half and half" You shrugged

"I'm sorry about how I reacted with the hoodie thing" Pedro looked down "I should be grateful someone who didn't know you took care of you. And mostly with something as dangerous as boiling coffee is"

And it was all thanks to your amiga. You wanted to say bit bite your tongue back

"Yes, well... We can forget about that for now" You hummed "What are you drinking?"

"Apple juice" You nod

"I'll be needing some alcohol for this day; I'll better go and look for some"

"You'll need it?" You shrugged

"I don't know why I have this weird feeling and I just-" You said brushing it off going to the kitchen where Adrián's girlfriend, Anabella, was there serving herself something "Can you give me a glass of whatever you're drinking?"

"Something's up? You never drin- well... You don't drink hard things"

"I think I'll need it today"

...

Two hours into the party and not Fer nor Pedri have left your side. It seemed like both brothers were synchronized. You were having a good time and kinda were glad you had come.

Until it happened.

Your third vase of the night was empty and you stood up to make yourself a refill, you thought you were alone in the kitchen and once you pulled the glass container out of the fridge, you yelped seeing Victoria in front of you.

"Why are you here?" She said but you ignored her "I'm asking you something"

"And I'm deciding not to answer it" You simply said making your drink

"I don't want you here" ... "You better leave Pedri alone"

"He didn't asked me to come" You said looking at her "I'm here for Fer" You grabbed your drink and took a sip of it

"You're still distracting him"

"So...?" You asked "Look, I don't like you and you don't like me. We know that. Let's stay in our own sides..."

"I'll stay quier after you break up with him"

"Amor" You heard Pedri speak, you turned around towards the sound of his voice but soon felt your hand being yanked

"Why did you do that?!" Victoria yelled as you looked in shock at your drink on her

"Why did you do that?!" You replied

"Wha the hell?" Both of your heads turned towards the voice... Pedri. "What just happened?"

"Y/N throw her drink at me!"

"I did not! You did it by yourself!"

"Why would I do that? On myself? And if I did, why you have the vase?" She almost fake cried

"Because I was making my own drink!"

"Y/N" You heard Pedri and you looked at him shaking your head

"No. You gotta believe me, Pedro. I didn't do it, she did it by herself. She grabbed my arm when she heard your voice and pulled on it"

You saw him looking in between the two of you, the doubt clear on his eyes

"Victoria" He said

"I wouldn't throw on myself some drink just to get your attention. It was clearly her own doing, you have been telling me she's been making up some stuffs about me! She's clearly wanting you to hate me since we met each other"

"You know that's not true, mi vida. I have never lied to you, not once. Please, Pedro, you've got to believe me..."

"How will he believe you when you made up an absurd story about me throwing coffe on you"

"It's not an absurd story, it's true, you- why am I talking to you? Pedro, please" You looked back at him "You and I both know I don't have the best creativity to create something like this" You shook your head "Please" Your voice cracked

Pedro shook his head after a few seconds, a tear fell from his eye. "You have the vase on your hand and you've been saying all these things..." He started and your heart fell

"No. Yo no soy así, tú lo sabes." (I'm not like that, you know it)

"¿Lo sé?" (Do I?) He shook his head "La tú de estos útlimos días no son la tú de la cual me enamoré" (The you from these past few days aren't the you I fell in love with)

His words slapped you. Hard.

"Pedro, por favor... No tengo ningún motivo para odiarla, para lastimarla o perjudicarle de algún modo. Es ella quien a iniciado todo esto" (Pedro, please. I have no reason to hate her, to hurt her, or harm her in any way. It is she who started all this)

"Because I love him?" She said "He's only my best friend. You made up the in love things" She shook her head "You, on the other hand, had to make up some lame excuse for using another guy's hoodie"

"Hey" You said stepping forward "Mírame" (Look at me) He looked into your eyes "Please, tell me you believe me" His gaze fell "Pedro..."

"It's Pedri" He said "Only my friends and family can call me that"

You stumbled backwards

"Are you really going to do this?"

"You did it first"

You looked at him, at the love of your life, your stomach fell to the ground and you were holding back the tears. Your head was spinning and you couldn't believe it. Not coming from him.

You looked at her, who had a little smile on her face. She got what she wanted. "You won" You said and you saw how her head lifted up a bit while yours went down, hurt. You returned your look to, your now, exboyfriend.

"I really hope you never know the truth" You said sniffing "Take care, Pedri"

And with that you left the vase on the counter and walked out of the González's brothers house.

As soon as your body met the Barcelona air, your tears flew down your cheeks and you pushed your hand out for the first cab that passed on the streets.

Your forever looked like it was just words now. That night you cried yourself to sleep feeling hurt, betrayed and lonely.

... 7 days later ...

"Hey bro" Fer called out Pedri who was laid in his bedroom more than always "Everything good?"

"Not completely"

Fer sat next to Pedri and patted his thigh "Venga, vamos. Habla" (Speak)

Pedri didn't said anything. Words couldn't come out of his mouth and describe his feelings.

"A ver... What's wrong, Pedro? I won't ask again..." Pedro shook his head shrugging his shoulders

"We all know you guys broke up, the why it's still a mystery" Adrián said "In fact, the breakup itself it's a shock for all of us but it was your relationship"

Pedro sighed and closed his eyes... Images of you ran in his mind, he opened his eyes and ran his hands through his hair

"I haven't seen Victoria either which is pretty weird considering how in love is she with you and doesn't let you be" Jesús said

"What?"

"¿Qué de qué?" (What? What?)

"Victoria isn't in love with me"

"Oh no, she is. Please, don't tell me you didn't knew" Jesús laughed "It was painfully obvious. And the fact you are head over heels with Y/N, doesn't make Victoria happiest at all"

Pedri stood up

"What do you mean?" He asked with fear in his voice

"She was really mad about it, she conforted Y/N, poor girl was just trying to ignore her"

"Were you there?" Pedro asked

"I overheard them speaking that night at Fer's birthday. Victoria was going on about you and her, that your things with Y/N would end up soon... Those kind"

Pedri's mind was racing in fear and agony.

"No" He whispered

I had it in front of me all this time along.

"Is there any possibility for Victoria to have made those burns in Y/N's skin?"

"Well, it can be... She got out of the house around noon so..." Pedri's eyes clicked up like lightning all the dots were connecting by your side.

You were right. All this time you were.

He had been too stupid to realize that "No" He whispered once more

"What's up, dude?"

"I fucked up bro. Big one"

The only thing Pedri could do now, was pray, pray and hope for him not to be so late.

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[maarigolds]

Since we all know how much of a shitshow umbrella academy s4 was, let's revisit the good old days. Here's my reaction to ep1 s1, which I haven't seen in like 5 years:

We're starting off strong with the sudden pregnancy scene: this is how you get the viewer's attention

Cunty shot of Reggie walking with the seven nannies and the seven baby carriers

Viktor playing the violin while all the other characters are introduced 10/10 stunning no notes

Rehab worker saying "We'll see you soon Klaus" and him immediatly overdosing and being reanimated in the ambulance. Now we know he probably just came back to life by himself!

"You got big, Luther! What's your secret, protein shakes?"

Pogo!!! I missed you, you ape butler!

Baby Viktor leaving sandwitches for Five 🥺🥺🥺

Klaus-Allison alliance going strong since the beginning I see

"Did you see Diego?" "Yeah, with that stupid outfit" "Do you think he wears that thing in the shower?" I love siblings being siblings

Ok I had forgotten about the Allison and Luther thing. Maybe it wasn't ALL great.

"Dad, could you just stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?"

"Ok, sorry, I'm just gonna go murder mom, I'll be right back"

Klaus is seriously the best

Bank robbery flashback!!!

"Guns are for sissies! Real men throw knives!"

"That's one badass StApLeR" god I miss five's voice cracks so much

*Ben covered in blood* "Can we go home now?"

Back to the present with Klaus spilling Reggie's ashes lmao

I THINK WE'RE ALONE NOW AKA BEST DANCE SCENE IN TV SHOW HISTORY

No seriously Diego absolutely killing it, Luther doing the hand-krabs, Klaus dancing with the urne

And then boom! Five is back! Honestly iconic entrance

Also Klaus trying to stop a temporal anomaly with a fire extinguisher whyyyy lmao

Five interrupting his speech about the future to look Klaus up and down and 100% seriously say "nice dress"

Klaus responding with "ah, danke"

"That makes no sense" "well, it would if you were smarter"

Also unrelated but Viktor being such a shy wallflower in s1... he's come such a long way!!!

Luther throwing reggie's ashes on the ground "probably would have been better with some wind"

Luther and Diego beating the crap out each other. Viktor: "stop it!" Klaus: "hit him!"

Also Klaus trying to protect Five and him having none of it, too cute

"An entire square block, 42 bedrooms, 19 bathrooms, and not one single drop of coffee" "dad hated caffeine" "well he hated children too, and he had plenty of us!"

"Alright, guess I'll see you guys in another ten years, when Pogo dies" Diego please 💀💀

"You know, every time I close my eyes I see a diarrheatic hyppo about to shit on my face" this was robert sheehan improvising and honestly what the fuck how does someone even come up with that

The Istanbul was constantinople fight was honestly art. This was really the moment I knew I would love this show with all of my heart. Also masterful way to show exactly who Five is in just a couple of minutes

BEN!!! I MISS OG BEN SO MUCH!!! He was baby

Five going to Viktor when he needed help. Honestly we should have gotten more of them being besties it was so good

"The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it" and that's how you end a first episode! I'm hooked! Except I'm not cause I know how it ends 🫠

Well this is it. This show was honestly so good in the beginning. I have no clue what happened. At least we'll always have season 1.

[softgreengrass]

would you be willing to do a sad nat one shot? sorry I just need to feel something 💀

Punishment

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: you are dead (sorry) and nat has to live with that 😞 (most of this takes place inside of a dream hopefully it’s not too confusing)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: death,, referenced torture

Author’s Note: sorry this is on the shorter side! tysm for requesting ☺️ i also use fanfiction to feel so hopefully it’s sad enough for you

It’s a nightmare, like always. You’re there, like always.

“Nat!” your voice rings out, light and sweet in the hazy morning light, and Natasha rolls over, burying her face in your side of the bed. It’s still warm. “Nat!”

“Five more minutes,” she grumbles back.

Your footsteps come to a stop next to the bed. “I made cinnamon rolls, you know.”

Natasha smiles to herself. It all feels so, so real. The sheets smell like your lotion, and the sun is pale through the curtains, just like it always is in winter. How it was the last winter you were with her.

You poke her shoulder. “Aren’t you supposed to be a superspy? Get up.”

“I’m off the clock,” she says, sitting up anyways. The glimmer in your eyes looks so real. Her lungs tighten at that, and she wraps her arms around your waist, hugging you tight.

You laugh and run your fingers through her hair. “Missed me that much, huh?”

She closes her eyes and sinks deeper into you, praying as hard as she ever has. Begging for just one more life with you. She remembers how to breathe again as you scratch her scalp gently and lean into her embrace, and she inhales you again.

After far too little time passes, you rest your hands on her shoulders. “Come on, baby. They’re gonna get cold.”

She lets you lead her out of the bedroom, hands intertwined. The apartment looks just how you left it. Because it’s so easy to, she slips back into routine. Like you’re there every day when she wakes up. She tugs open the blinds over the sink and waters the plants on the windowsill; you pour two cups of coffee. You sit down at the table together like it’s any old Saturday.

“What’s with you today?” you ask with a slight smile, immediately pulling a cinnamon roll from the pan.

“Me?” Natasha replies.

“No, the milkman.”

She grins, shaking her head. “Sorry. I don’t know, I’m just out of it.”

“Well, you’re not too out of it to talk crossword, right?”

God, she had forgotten about that. You’ve been on a crossword kick lately, though you heavily rely on Natasha’s knowledge bank of language and policy and science. Really, you mostly cover the pop culture clues. “Never.”

You spread the newspaper out between the both of you and drop a pencil in front of her. “I’ll start with down, you’ll start with across?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You scribble down some answers, eyebrows furrowed.

Natasha stands up for a moment, just to get the cream, but when she turns back around she’s not in the kitchen anymore. She’s strapped to that chair, staring at you in that cell. Your eyes are bloodshot. The dreams always wind up here, no matter how innocently they start, and Natasha’s stomach churns.

“Nat,” you croak, and her heart shatters for the millionth time.

She thrashes against her restraints, but they must be made of fucking vibranium because they cut into her wrists without budging. She doesn’t have any tricks up her sleeve — she’s in her pajamas, for God’s sake. No widow’s bite or portable EMP. Not even a way to signal Clint.

“Nat, please,” you beg, your voice as raw as the bruises on your face.

“I’m going to-” she says, struggling against the restraints again. “I’m going to get you out.”

But of course, she can’t. She might as well be a bronze statue in that chair. They’re going to make her watch you die again.

She racks her brain for as long as she can, fights the excruciating dejá vu. Maybe something will be different this time. Maybe she can get someone’s attention, some lackey she can convince to let her out. She’ll murder them all, then. Murder them and take you home.

A vent catches her eye, in the corner of your cell. You don’t have much at your disposal, but there’s a food tray on the floor that might work. She has to say your name three times before you recognize it.

“What?” you ask suddenly, eyes wide.

“I need you to try something, okay?”

You’re weak. You’ve been there for days at the minimum, been under intense interrogation lights and an array of torture methods. Natasha was the one trained for that, not you. “I don’t know…”

“Please.”

You swallow iron-tinged spit.

“Can you break that in half?” Natasha whispers, flicking her eyes to the tray. She doesn’t remember if you’re under surveillance or not. She figures you must be.

Your hands shake as you reach for it. It must be tin, that’s how flimsy and light it is, but you know you don’t have the strength to break it by hand. That ship sailed about three gut punches ago. You’d vomited out everything but your will to live, though that was fading fast too.

“Use your legs,” Natasha hisses like she can read your mind. “Stick it under something, get leverage.”

The sight of you stumbling to the bunk sends fire up her throat. She’s going to burn them all alive.

You wedge the tray under one of the bunk’s legs and pull up on the other side before stepping down on it as hard as you can. All it does is fold in half.

“Fuck,” Natasha mutters. “Can you rip it? With your teeth or something?”

You’re pretty sure your teeth would fall out if you so much as bite an apple, so you drive the tray down on the sharpest edge you can find: the corner of the tiny sink. Later, Natasha will think about how strange it was that the cell had so many amenities. She’ll come up with triple the ways to escape. All too late.

The corner pierces it, and you claw at the hole until the tray is split in half. It slices your fingers in more places than you can count.

“Use it on the vent,” Natasha says. Despite herself, she feels an ember of hope in her chest. You’d never gotten this close before. She can barely watch as you balance on top of the sink, trying to shove the sharp little metal sheet into the seam between the vent and wall. It’s slippery with blood.

A door in the cell she hadn’t even noticed swings open. A man in black storms in. Before she can get a word out, he grabs you, throws you to the ground.

Natasha recoils, forcing her eyes back open as quickly as possible. He kicks you, over and over, and you cry for mercy.

Her restraints seem to tighten. They cut off her circulation, so that not even dislocating her wrists would let her save you. She’s absolutely helpless. You sob and curl into yourself, and she’s sure she’s never felt such anguish before. But she has, and she certainly will again.

Her eyes shoot open to dark ceiling. She’s in the living room, using the couch like a cot. She still hasn’t brought herself to touch the bed you made. She probably never will.

She drags herself to her feet and shuffles to the kitchen counter, turning on the electric kettle. Only chamomile helps her breathe now.

All those people she’d managed to kill. All those missions she’d executed to perfection, for the Red Room and HYDRA and Fury. All of the people caught in the crossfire of her tunnel vision. And yet, in the single most important moment of her life, she had failed. Failed.

She figures it could’ve been karma. A cosmic punishment for the arrogance of trying to wipe her slate clean. With that much sin to atone for, she shouldn’t be able to live happily. That’s what the universe seems to think, at least.

[cweampier]

saw u post something like ‘leon breeder balls’ and i let out the ugliest laugh 😭💀

but like…. I AGREE SO MUCH. mmmmm thinking about pent up leon after a mission and all he wants to do is just unload everything from his breeder balls and into ur needy pussy :(( OR maybe one night ur silly self asked him if u could hold his balls but then u start to gently massage it and it just makes him hard bc he loves it when u touch him… i am going insane over this fuckin pixel help me

SO FUCKING REAL ITS REAL. i believe this one is gonna be on a bit of the longer side, i love him.. a lot. also very fluffy smuts kinda short i’m sowwies.. it’s just pure longing.. sorry i went all out.

after a few grueling days of uncertainty, your boyfriend finally bids you a bountiful hello once he walks through the door. there were always downsides of being so closely acquainted with leon s. kennedy. the several days he’s m.i.a on a mission and you don’t even fucking know if he’s alive kind of downsides and the jesus fucking christ this motherfucker is so damn needy downside.

the moment he walked into that very door of your shared abode, you could just sense the tenseness plaguing the usually easy to breathe in environment of the place. he was dirty, face covered in ash as well as dirt and mud, it was like he was rolling around in a pigs pin the entirety he was in spain. but, those things didn’t come directly out of your mouth, especially not if he’s practically running across the living space to smother you in his arms. “leon—“ you were cut off with his nose nuzzling through the parts of your hair, choosing to bite your tongue as you could tell he was reveling in this moment.

he didn’t want to talk, he just wanted to touch. no spot was neglected kind of touch. you relished in the presence of normalcy as you melted in his embrace, opting to bury your face into his chest as you both sat there, touching. several people were killed for him to be there, and boy was it so fucking worth it. you mustered up enough courage to break the silence, noticing the absence of his sheepskin bomber jacket, expensively crafted with tough leather. it looked perfect on him, at least you thought so.

“forgot something?” you muffled against his hold, you could feel his body respond to your voice somehow as he slowly separated himself from you, it seemed almost impossible. he let out a low chuckle, sucking in a breath before pressing a thumb against your cheek. “can’t say that i didn’t, hadn’t seen that jacket in ages..” he grinned through his admission, visibly bashful. he stared down at you grumpily, pouting like a child just cause you just had to speak up and make him let go of you. you cocked a brow at his direction and he defeatedly averted his gaze. you snickered, advancing farther into both of your’s home to fetch a washcloth, thoroughly wetting it in the kitchen sink before turning back to him.

he followed you, like a dog. who knew that he could become domesticated by a woman. ever since the events of raccoon city, things haven’t been in his favor when it came to his love life, meeting you was like encountering a saint personified into a woman. you motioned for him to sit but he didn’t budge, dumbly standing behind you, practically looming over you ominously. you rolled your eyes, irritated before you directed your attention back towards him like he wanted so badly. “yeees?~” you dragged on, shifting your weight onto your left leg before placing your hand on your hip. “not movin’ till you actually say hello to me, i know you missed me..” he replied, training his eyes onto your lips—he must’ve forgotten how kissable they were. you tutted, shaking your head as he smoothed a hand through his unkept hair. “i missed you baby, you know that.. now please take a seat, i’m trying to help you out here.” you sighed out, observing as he sat down, adjusting in his seat to get comfortable.

you couldn’t help but notice how worn he looked. eyes heavy, the skin barrier of his lips violated by the relentless gnawing at it. he made note of you studying his face, growing a bit insecure, not wanting you to stare and eventually notice something that made you want to leave. “i know, i’m all beat up but at least i’m home, yeah?” he alleviates your concern, your brows furrowing up as you felt your stomach finally settle after the constant churning in it. “i’m glad you’re home, leon… i’ll take care of you. you know i will.” you reminded him, beginning to wipe away the grime from his face, countless hours of slaughter. the rag was covered in filth and dried blood, it told a story. one of courage, you knew his job absolutely was not for the faint of heart. you watched as it took its toll on even him. you noticed a scar cleverly sliced across his left cheek, tracing your fingertips over it.

he flinched. eyes darting towards you as you watched his pupils dilate instinctively. your breath wavered, like a flame of a candle threatened by the harsh winds of a storm. his body was taut, breath laboring as he sat there, attempting to calibrate himself within the comfort of his own home. he grabbed at your hand, pressing it firmly against his cheek with earnest, welcoming your sweet contact as your the two of your’s warmth became adjoin. he missed this, he missed you. each lasting moment he spends with you, it makes it even more difficult to depart from you once he had to be deployed on a mission. he was starved of your attention, and he craved it. he yearned for your acknowledgment, he’d give just about anything for it, intangible or not, he’ll find a fucking way. he leaned into your touch, tranquility washing over him.

“handsome..” you gave his cheek a tender yet reassuring tug, watching a smile stretch across his face. “i hardly recognized you with all that muck on your fa— mh?!” lips eagerly collided with your own, grasping your wrists, guiding them to his neck where he demanded for them to be rested at, old habits die hard. he slipped his tongue past the gates that were your lips, tongue delving into your mouth, as he hoisted you up, allowing your legs to inevitably lock around his waist. he pulled away briefly, only to witness your dazed expression, lips plump and lathered in his saliva. his lips moved feverishly along your neck, adorning it with chaste kisses, ironic to how you two stood with one another.

you let out a strained moan, nimble fingers finding the back of his head, your fingers lacing within the hair present, grabbing at it arbitrarily. his kisses bruised your skin like a vulture tearing at a corpse as it sprawled out motionlessly on the pavement, accepting the inevitability of its fate. he pushed passed the door that lead to your bedroom, left vacant and untouched by him for several hours. it beckoned him with the sounds of floorboards creaking beneath his feet as he staggered heavily through the room, your body flushed against his chest.

he glanced down at his side of the bed, unmade with his clothes discarded carelessly underneath the covers. you refused to sleep elsewhere, finding solace within the sheets as they laid inanimately beneath you as you brooded underneath the light of the moon at nights, even as the sun shone through the curtains. they smelt of him, the textiles smelt of him, not permitting you to ever forget it. he tossed you gently onto the bed as your body clashed against the softness of the foamy mattress, bedding engulfing you, leaving you to carefully watch as leon began taking off his shirt, revealing that very body you spent countless nights musing upon. he assisted you with your own top, discarding of it somewhere you’d probably discover it at days later.

“missed this body.. missed the way it felt in my hands.” he averred, approaching where you laid in an almost predatory gesture. “say you’ll let me take you, baby, please..” he pleaded, thumbing at the waistband of your bottoms. you nodded, further encouraging his downright impulsive behavior. he incapsulated your lips in a kiss backed with passion as he fiddled with his belt, the clanking of the buckle sounding in the confines of your bedroom. he made quick work of it before tugging down his pants, ushering your body to rest against the pillows as he crawled between your legs. he broke the kiss, a string of saliva keeping your lips tethered together. “beautiful,” he echoed you from earlier, eyeing your bra and overall disheveled aesthetic. “shit, did i do that?” he remarks, huffing out a breath, a foxy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

he watched as you fumbled with your pants, swatting your hands away, he shook his head with disapproval, unsatisfied with the idea of you doing any of the work. “god, already tasking yourself with more work? let me, i’ll forever be indebted to you.” he assured, sliding your pants down the fat of your thighs and ultimately the entirety of your legs. he folded them with care beside you, turning his attention to your panties. he hummed, endorsing the presence of your arousal seeping through. “looks like i’m not the only one who’s needed this, huh?” he commented snidely, watching you puff out a breath impatiently.

“hey, hey.. i’m right here,” he cooed, working at your panties as he removed those as well, leaving you bare and ready for what’s to come. he allowed his boxers to pool around his ankles as he pulled you by your hips towards him, closing the gap between you two. he wasted no time as he pushed into you, your pussy greedily claiming the base of his cock, coating it with your fluids. he groaned as he thrusted his head back, gritting his teeth. you whimpered, adjusting to him as he slowly but surely bottomed out inside you. “gonna start movin, mkay? i hear you, baby, i know..” he soothed the ache inside you without fail, staying true to his words as he commenced. the sounds of skin slapping lewdly filled the room, his arm stretching out to grip onto the headboard as he looked down at his cock splitting you open in smitten. you craned your neck to the side, drinking up everything he offered you.

he wasn’t having that, cradling your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, turning your head towards direction. “look at me, wanna see that gorgeous face of yours. feels good, hm? i know, hon…” he fawned over you, disgustingly enamored. he picked up the pace as sweat collected along his brow line. not only did he miss this he needed it. badly. to relinquish his self restraint, for it to topple over on top of you. “missed you s’much, leon.. missed you—hh’missed you..” you babbled on, eyes involuntarily rolling into the back of your head as he slammed his hips against your own. in a fleeting moment, you were one with bliss.

with each thrust, he reminded you of how much he loved you. with each thrust, he drilled it into your skull of how much he yearned for you. “fuck, i wanna cum inside you… wanna give myself a reason not to even think of leaving your side again—mmfh!~” he grunted manically, his hips jerked and convulsed as he embellished the sight, the utter beauty of you beneath him. your bodies moved in a frenzied tandem, your limbs tangling together as he approached sheer ecstasy. “pussy feels so good, ‘t’s so warm.. fuck, don’t stop..” he says mindlessly, as if he wasn’t the one rocking his hips against the flesh of your ass. with one pitched whine, he spilled himself inside you, crushing your face into his chest, heaving as he collected the stray strands of your hair, tucking them behind your hair.

he pressed a kiss to your forehead, panting with purpose. “take me one more time, promise ‘ll take care of you.. always.” he stilled his hips inside you, plugging you up, ensuring that nothing will slip out. the night was still young, and your boyfriend was just getting started. he breathed out a hushed confession of love before sitting upright, slinging both of your legs over his shoulders in a routinely fashion.

[azurevi]

L ove - first time saying ‘i love you’.

sorry anon i accidentally deleted the ask 💀 hope you enjoy this tho! i think i fell in love with malleus while writing his part-

Riddle

“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” Riddle asks from where he’s seated on the ground, watching you pack with just a touch of silent melancholy in his gaze. Study sessions with you are frequent but never long enough, and if he had to be honest, studying was just an excuse. He just wants to spend more time with you.

“Yup, but I can’t help but feel like I’ve forgotten something…” you flip between the pages and look under the table. Riddle is about to search with you when you take advantage of his position and ambush him with a smooch on his cheek.

“What’s with the sneak attack?” His eyes widen before he remembers to stifle his surprise.

“Nothing, just wanted to show how much I love you,” you swing the bag over your shoulder and dash towards the door. “See ya!”

Really, he should be used to your antics by now. He clicks his tongue, touching the spot where you landed the kiss while quietly hoping that it could’ve been slightly to the rig-

Wait.

Wait wait wait WAIT WAIT WAIT-

Did you just say that you loved him?

He can feel his brain shutting down as he tries to process your words. He didn’t mishear it, did he? Did you mean it? Was it just a slip of the tongue? How dare you just drop the bomb on him as if he hasn’t been racking his brain for the perfect occasion to tell you the exact same words for weeks?

He can’t just let you get away with it.

Anyone who is at the dorm at that time may report seeing a red flash fly down the confusing corridors and stairs designated to make one trip. In fact, Riddle’s face is almost as bright as his hair, so much so that it can be easily mistaken as fury. But this is not anger, it’s his heart literally about to burst from his chest.

An intense run around the campus later, he finds you lounging in the courtyard, tapping away at your phone. When he calls your name, you tun around immediately.

“Riddle? What are you doing here? I didn’t actually leave something behind, did I?” You joke.

“Yes, you did,” he says, voice threatening to give out. “You left without hearing my response.”

“To what?”

His face is twisted by something between annoyance and embarrassment. “To the comment about… how you love me. Hey, why are you looking surprised? Did you not mean it?”

“No, of course I meant it. I guess it just slipped out without my knowledge.” You confess sheepishly, mirroring his awkwardness.

Thank the sevens. “Good. Because it just so happens that I love you as well.” He crosses his arms and angles his face away. Saying those words feels like jumping off a cliff. It fills him with dread, but also relief.

There is a beat of silence in which his confidence dwindles, but then he feels your response as you throw your arms around him, tight and sure, and like sunlight shooting through the clouds, it pushes the dread away and fills him with warmth.

“Hey now, people are going to look.” He says despite returning the embrace instinctively.

This isn’t exactly how he planned for the confession to go, but somehow it feels just right.

Malleus

Malleus sometimes wonders if he has loved you since the very beginning.

It’s not like he already knew back then, but it’s always surprised him how the first time he was able to put a name to his feelings for you, it felt like finding something he’d lost in one of his pant pockets. Instead of being a groundbreaking discovery, it just feels familiar.

He intends to let it be known, but such a solemn declaration requires a solemn setting. He wants it to be special and memorable, something that will bring a smile to your face when you recall years later.

It turns out to be harder than he thought.

The first time he brought you to a classy restaurant, the ones with lit candles and a tiny band. It could’ve been perfect if it weren’t for Sebek, who had taken it upon himself to ‘ensure young master’s safety outside campus’ and decided to come along. Even though he was seats away, it was still difficult to be heartfelt under piercing glares.

Lilia made a note to lock Sebek in his room the second time, but Malleus forgot to take care of your friends as well. A few hours into a park date, just as he was about to say those words, your phone cut through the tension. Ace had apparently set fire to Deuce’s room and was on the run from Riddle’s wrath.

They say third time’s the charm, but Malleus is starting to wonder if he’s doing something wrong. It just feels like something is bound to happen and interrupt his plans.

“Is something on your mind?”

Your voice lures him out of his predicament and back to the grass field where you’ve been lying on for the past 30 minutes. There’s just something about the night sky that you can never get tired of.

“Just you,” he says. “And us.”

“Smooth,” you punch his arm lightly, and though it feels like being tickled by a feather, he makes the effort to fake a wince. It draws a laugh out of you.

“The sky looks extra beautiful tonight, don’t you think?”

It’s the same sky Malleus has been watching since he was born, the same constellations, the same patterns sewn on the tapestry of the night, just slightly farther away from each other as the universe continues to expand outward. It’s a fascinating sight, but one can get bored of even the most awe-inspiring sights with enough time. On the contrary…

Malleus turns to you again, the tall grass brushing against his cheek. Your lidded eyes roam around, seemingly trying to encompass the vast expanse of the sky in one single look. There’s this tuck of your lips that indicate intrigue, and he wonders for a split second what you would do if he snuck a kiss in without warning.

“Yes, beautiful indeed,” he murmurs. Then there’s this feeling again, a flame in his chest, thrashing around with the need to break out.

Should he say it right now, when he’s barely prepared anything? Would it be less significant if there’s nothing extravagant around?

He shifts his weight onto his arm and shoves his face into your line of sight. You gaze flits to him, steady with a hint of curiosity. There’s something about the way you’re looking at him that makes the flame burn even brighter, forcing itself out of his throat.

“I love you.” He says sternly despite the uncertainty creeping up on him. For a second he lets the words sink in, the lack of a response making him panic internally. But then you smile like the stars can’t even hold a candle to him, and the moment you pull him down by his nape, he finally understands that love is quite a simple thing after all.

[kaeddehara]

Hii this is really embarrassing for me but I just read ur headcanons (?) for xiao, aether, and Kazuha and I loved the way you wrote aether and was wondering if you could do a nsfw drabble for him or smth 💀 everywhere else he’s written he’s written super submissive and I’m tired of it 😭 but I’m also horrendously down bad for him so 💀💀 it can literally be anything idc I just need content cause I hardly find any good fics of him 🥲

YOU CAN LITERALLY IGNORE THIS IF YOU DON’T WANT TO DO IT ITS FINE HOPE UR HAVING A GOOD DAY AND THIS DOESNT BOTHER YOU OR ANYTHING BYEEEEE

hi angel! there’s nothing to be embarrassed about it’s a very understandable ask <3. and you’re not bothering me; my ask box is open for a reason !

also, definitely have to agree with your opinions on most aether content. i think he’s such a big switch but something about him dominate always does it for me <3. i’m glad you appreciate it as well! i tried my best since you didn’t exactly specify what you wants this drabble about so i hope you enjoy!

“slow down, there’s no need to rush.”

his calming voice tickled your ear as he spoke into it so gently. your lips soon slowed on his and you backed your face away from him slowly. taking a look at his pretty features which always made you so eager to please him. you had to resist the urge to run your hands over his fit body too. after all, aether wanted to take it slow right?

it wasn’t too much later than that that he had you on your knees between his thighs. such a nice sight to see after such a tiring day of chores and commissions. his pretty, long blonde strands still in his usually downward braid, the only exceptions really being some of his bangs and loose hairs sticking to his face. along his torso, which was probably the most enticing part of his body, your hands trailed and marked the soft pale skin. all of that had been forgotten though as your hand worked itself gently along his cock that was just begging for attention. right after you undid his pants, his thick and veiny cock still laid with sensitivity was wrapped in the warmth of your palm.

“should we really be doing this now?”

you whined in protest to just how slow aethers movements were. his sweet amber eyes connected with yours and his gaze softened oh so slightly.

��you scared of getting caught? it’s not like we haven’t done this before hm?”

you softly sighed in response, returning your attention back to aether. feeling just how hard his cock was from being so pent up, it made you want all of what aether had to give to you. you let a glob of your spit run down from his reddened tip all the way down to the base where your hand originally was.

“there you go”

you always enjoyed aethers feedback when you pleasured him, he made sure to assure you of all the little things you did right. now your lips were wrapped gently around the swelled tip as you tongued at it and swirled yourself around the sensitive glands and veins. all aether could do was sit back and enjoy the view while resisting the urge to shove your head down further. he knew how well you took his cock so he didn’t worry his pretty head about you. after all, you always found more and more ways to make him finish faster than the last <3.

[sitp-recs]

hi! how are you?

so I read a fic some time ago that destroyed me…… like literally. I enjoyed it but at the same time I didn’t. but now I can’t stop thinking about it bc everything on it was so revolting and fucked. how to make a fic get out of our system? is it possible 😅 not to be dramatic but this fic almost made me lose interest in the whole ship lmao I just wanted to read something I enjoy again, you know? and nothing hits :( and when it does I’m almost finishing the fic and something horrible happens (that wasn’t really tagged) and I endure it until the end 💀 anyway if you have any fic that you read recently that is very romantic and monogamous or even if they are exes but they don’t date anyone else because they just can’t move on, pls share with us!! and it doesn’t have to be drarry, it can be anything. Im going through your lists and whole blog tbh looking for something that will save me lmaoooo I’ve read almost everything that interests me and you recced. (btw your break up make up list is amazing!) still I think the spark left me 🫠 ugh sorry for yapping

I’m sorry to hear that, anon :,( I think we’ve all been there at some point, god knows how many times I felt blocked, uninspired or just unable to connect to any fic. Personally, I find it helpful to take short breaks from fandom and focus on other hobbies for a while. Those fics will always be there when and if you’re ready to return! Also, imho you shouldn’t have to “endure” any fics that you find upsetting. I don’t typically have any triggers but I certainly have tropes/topics that don’t interest me much (or at all), and I have no qualms abandoning a fic when they show up unannounced 🤣

Now, it’s a bit hard to rec something randomly without knowing more about your fic tastes, but since you’re interested in romantic/monogamous stories, I thought I’d share some recs along those lines. This is a personal selection that might not work for you, but if it does I’ll be pleased to know that you’ve found that spark again :) Take care xo

Short fic:

Take the Moon by tackytiger (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon by @the-starryknight (M, 16k)

The Ministry didn’t turn bad overnight. Harry didn’t suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isn’t a person. If there’s an art to fighting back, then they’ll find it hand in hand.

Us, in Lieu by Tepre (E, 29k)

Teddy needs help and Harry needs funding. Draco sits in the other room and plays the piano.

Long fic:

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by nerakrose, dustmouth (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Who we are in the shadows by Quicksilvermaid (E, 100k)

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

[fatuismooches]

The idea was originally for my dottore fic but it got a but too long so I had to scrap it... So where else to share it than to you ofc (and the other dottore likers here)

I've always like the idea who works with/for Dottore. (This means you've been experimented/modified to keep you from dying, similar to the modifications he's made onto his own body) Ofc you would, you're his most trusted assistant among all others! Working with him though meant you partially work for the Fatui as well... As per order from the Jester himself, and sometimes Dottore, you're sent out on missions, but they're never big enough to take you too long.

One day though, after returning from a mission, you stumble inside Dottore's laboratory, all bloodied and littered with injuries. Of course, upon seeing your state, the segments go on a frenzy of panic, concern and rage. Everything else is forgotten and they're all immediately on you, and it was prettyyy overwhelming... Some of them are asking with concern if you're okay, and what hurts and if you could walk, others are scolding you for being reckless enough to get badly hurt from your mission. But you could tell they were all so concerned for you and they HATE to see you covered with YOUR own blood :(

I'm pretty sure you'll do fine, you have a bunch of doctors fretting and caring for you. A few segments are patching you up, disinfecting your woulds and wiping away your blood, while some are (mildly) testing your body and fixing the wires and mods attached to what's left of your organic parts... They're all soooo gentle and soothing, when you flinch or hiss from the pain, they're all frowning and muttering silent apologies and promising you'll feel much better afterwards.. Then they're 100% all making mental notes to make the people who hurt you for... No other reason :3

And then when you finally go to Dottore's office, covered in bandages, he's so fussy that you didn't call for him for his help. You try to reassure him the segments took care of you but... Yeah, he's pretty jealous and upset because he can take care of you 1000x better than all of them combined (he personally did all the modifications on ur body after all), but he's so glad ur okay and he's not letting you go outside of his lab for at least a month or so 😭😭😭

I just think there's something so intimate on dottore fixing your parts and body x3

OH MY GOSH YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THIS.... ME AND THE OTHER DOTTORE ENJOYERS ARE LOVING THIS

Aww yes,,, ;( I so completely agree, I feel like having *the* Dottore work on your body is such a huge show of trust between the two of you! Like, you know what he's done to other people, but you aren't scared of what he'd do you to at all, because you really do trust and love him that much. It makes me think of that moment in your Dottore drabble that I really loved, when he put his hands around reader's neck but they weren't scared at all, being more curious and sassy than anything, i LIVE for displays of affection (which, to normal people, would not be 💀) between these two like that 🤭 Okay moving on- yes yes I agree... sometimes Dottore wishes he kept you a secret because he doesn't like how the Fatui just steals you away from him at all. But he and the clones deal with it.

For the most part, you never needed to worry about injuries, as you were quite strong. It kind of comes with being the Doctor's lover... unfortunately, you aren't as calculating as he, and sometimes things go haywire. Such as this time... For the most part, you really have nothing to worry about, you have a bunch of clones of one of the most knowledgeable men in Teyvat healing you with NO rest or stopping at all. What other injured person could say they've been treated that well? That's right, there is none. Ahhhh... but they also don't have to deal with all of the segments talking at once and doing 10 different operations and treatments on you and asking you 15 questions per minute, and also them swearing to do *censored bad things* to the people who did this to you, and then them fighting with each other for asking you dumb questions and "stressing you out". Yes, indeed overwhelming, but... at least they are cuties and they genuinely care for you.

OMGGG IDEK WHAT I CAN ADD FOR THE SEGMENTS TREATING YOUR WOUNDS THAT'S SOOOO CUTE 😭❤️❤️❤️ I am just. Disintegrating. Them turning soft just for you and giving you that royalty treatment fr ;( ahhh my heart <33 It's not everyday you see the segments working in harmony together, but you know it's a serious matter when they are!

LMFAO I bet you'd walk into Dottore's office like "honey im home! <3" and he'll look up and see you just smiling with a bunch of bandages and he'd just be .... blank for a few seconds. Oh he is so fussy. Mad you got injured, mad at the people who hurt you, mad at the Jester for sending you out which got you hurt, mad at the segments who got to treat you instead, mad that he let you get hurt... reader get ready because you're not leaving the lab for a bit! Ahaha !!! 😅😅😅

[hunterbunter3000]

I am a price whore, sweetheart seeing price hunch over his desk, walked up to him, standing beside him and messaging his shoulder and do that hand gestures where she slide one of her hands down his chest, aight imma dipp😗✌️

ARRHHGHHHH

Mind turning into mush and for what

BRUH after all that has happened, I feel like Sweetheart is getting bold 💀 cause honestly, she's trying to figure out if they all do like her (as Laswell said)

So she goes to Price's office, and he's so busy he just grunts permission to enter, not really seeing it's Sweetheart. She enters with his nightly hour tea that she's been giving him today cause he's so busy. She looks so sad that he's working himself to the bone (and to the shape of a shrimp 🍤) so she sighs and walks over to him, putting his tea and cookies down on his desk. She comes on his side and caresses his tense shoulder.

Sweetheart, in a low voice: Cap, maybe you should take a break.

Price shivers, her fucking hot ass voice snaps him out of his grind (YOU'RE MESSING IT UP SWEETHEART FUCKIN LEAVE)

Price: Hm. Later.

And then goes back to the grind 💀 she sighs and then has an idea.

Sweetheart: how 'bout I give you a shoulder massage! Maybe that'll relieve some of the tension?

SHIIIII BABY SAY LESSSSS

Price nods, but his mind is going BONKERS-- like omg her hands are gonna touch me, soft calloused hands, her perfume FUCK

So she does the massage, and she's actually getting in there- so much so that Price is grunting AHAHA She kinda slows down cause wtf was that? She asks if he's okay and mumbles yes, continue- so she does

She kinda gets lost in it- I mean who WOULDN'T-- his broad ass shoulders, the built muscle, THE LOW GRUNTS AUGHHH her mind just becomes hazy and her hands start to travel. Traveling to his neck, making goosebumps form along the way, slowly and gently moving down to his big chest (HNNGGGGG IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH)

Price's breath hitches cause um??? She's never done this before??? She leans into him, her chest resting on his back and her breath fanning on his neck. The small scratches from her nails is making him lose his mind. It's already lost from her fondling him, hands moving to his neck, shoulders and chest. Almost like she's studying him, how he feels, what makes him hot. Papers long forgotten, Price's fingers are GRIPPING the edge of his desk. Fuucckkkk it's been forever since he's been felt up like this.

Sweetheart, in his ear: Relax.... you're still tense.

BIITCHHHH HOW CAN HE RELAX?? He takes a deep breath, and the sigh. That this man. LETS OUT. UGHHHH rated R. Istg

If you walked in his office now, the scene is so sensual omg- Price is leaning all the way back, completely relaxed, eyes closed with mouth slightly open and eyebrows creased a bit. Sweetheart behind him, tatas pressed up against his back, head fitted between his neck with her eyes hazy and low, and her hands feeling everything. (His shoulders, arms, forearms, his chest, waist and stomach)

Sweetheart:...Are you relaxed now?

Price, lightheaded and pink: Yes...

Sweetheart, smiles: Good.

Huh? Where the hands go? Where the pressure from her chest go? Oh she got up (NOOOOO WHYYYYYY) Price snaps his eyes open and looks at her fleeting figure. Her swaying hips still keeping him light-headed.

She smiles at him before leaving.

Sweetheart: I'm glad I made you feel relaxed! Also, make sure to drink your tea while it's hot. Good night Price.

And with the sound of the click from the door, she's gone. Price can't believe what happened. Maybe he fell asleep on his desk and he had another fantasy about her? (He has had alot of fantasies about her LOLL)

Noooo, he's still up, he pinched himself. Fuck, that legit happend. And the tea is still hot... how? It felt like hours in that state of mind with her. He looked at his clock; 11:10 p.m.

....Are you fucking kidding me. (THAT ONLY LASTED FOR TEN MINUTES???MOTHER FUCK--)

Sweetheart in her room: SCREEEECCHHHHHH WHY DID I DO THAT!?!? OMG HE JUST NEEDED A MASSAGE NOT FOREPLAY OMFG WHAT IS WRONG WITH MEEEEAAAAAA he was so hot tho- NO SHUT UP (and then cries for bout an hour)

[lo-aksgf]

Can you do Lo'ak x Reader where the reader is Lo'ak's Side Chick then Tsireya Found out before Lo'ak and Tsireya get married and it all went down hill as they both fought for Lo'ak but the reader gave up as she doesn't want dramas anymore and then the reader tried to move on.

But she's hurting so much and then she saw them living happily and she tried to 💀 herself and then Neteyam noticed her and proceeds to save her and they ended up together?

pairings : (aged up) lo’ak x fem!reader , (aged up) neteyam x fem!reader

warnings : kissing, mentions of suicide, mentions of death, lo’ak x tsireya, mentions of kiri x rotxo, reader being kinda toxic at first, use of y/n

lo’ak as tsireya had liked eachother since teenagers, he also liked someone else, you.

it was hard, you were always competing against tsireya for lo’aks attention and it was obvious. kiri had pointed it out to you on multiple occasions, saying that you need to just let him be with tsireya but you wouldn’t listen

lo’ak and tsireya had gotten together, you stayed as his side girl. you knew it wasn’t right but you couldn’t let him go, you couldn’t see the boy you’ve been inlove with since you first saw him be with a girl who got everything she wanted.

today was the day, you had to watch the love of your life get married to the chiefs daughter,

“hey, it’ll be alright.” lo’ak reassured you, kissing your temple “am i interrupting something?” someone spoke, “tsireya!” lo’ak said pushing you off of him “it is not what it looks like!” he says walking towards her, tsireya glaring at you “how long has this been going on for?” tsireya questions seriously, “i just said it’s not what it looks like!” lo’ak repeated, guiding his soon to be wife out of the tent.

“fuck!” you yelled in anger, you were mad at yourself. how could you let yourself be this down bad? especially for someone like lo’ak. you knew he wasn’t going to choose you in the end so why try? then going and being with him before he gets married? what is wrong with you?

it had been a few weeks since lo’ak and tsireya had gotten their marriage ceremony, you couldn’t bare to see them happy together anymore. you felt horrible, it’s like they had both forgotten about you and did anything to avoid you, you weren’t going to blame them though since you were so obsessed over having lo’ak as your own

you couldn’t do it anymore, most of the village looked down on you as you ruined the marriage ceremony for the couple also making tsireya upset.

you stepped out into the water, calling for your ilu to take you outside of the reef. you knew it was forbidden to go outside the reef unless you had to, that’s exactly why you were going.

you were hoping to be preyed on by some predator that would hopefully kill you so it would be deemed as an accident so your family wouldn’t be so upset about you death, unfortunately for you there was nothing around. just you and your ilu, until you reached a patch of hard coral or rock, you couldn’t really tell. you got off your ilu and swam to the rock, a small enough space for you to fit through. you were going to drown yourself.

you sat there wedged into the small space, the feeling of needing to breathe coming to you more and more. you could hear your heart beating in your head, it was all over. your body was pounding on fire, you could feel the life slipping out of you.

without your knowledge, neteyam followed you out of the reef. knowing you weren’t up to something good. you and neteyam weren’t exactly close, you shared hello’s everytime you saw eachother and engaged in conversation sometimes. yet you never really noticed him because you were too busy obsessing over his brother.

neteyam knew you were hurting, he never wanted to make drama out of it so he never bothered asking anybody. he always noticed that you never smiled and when you did it certainly wasn’t real.

you gasped, coughing up water that you had inhaled underwater. “y/n! your awake!” kiri said concerned but also happy, you were trying to adjust to your surroundings, you were in somebody’s home. “are you okay?” spoke a familiar voice, neteyam.

“who?” you questioned, both neteyam and kiri’s brows furrowed in confusion “who brang me here?” you said as tears formed in your eyes, you didn’t want to be saved.

“neteyam did, just lay down! it’ll be alright” kiri didn’t know that you did this on purpose, you weren’t planning to tell her that either. yet neteyam followed you out there, watching you climb into that place yourself. “how did you get stuck in there?” “um-” neteyam quickly cutting you off “i saw, there was an akula chasing her. it was just like the time one almost killed lo’ak” you cringed at the sound of the name, also sending a small smile at neteyam for making an excuse.

you were finally back to health, you were still depressed but you had more support than ever from your friends, especially neteyam.

neteyam never left your side, he’d even walk you home at night and would be there by morning to check up on you.

“y/n, i love you and all but when are you going to find a mate” kiri asked you out of the blue. “i don’t know, i’m not like you guys. you and lo’ak both met your mates as teenagers. i also don’t talk to any guys other than neteyam”

neteyam

the thought of his name made your body heat up, no wonder kiri was bringing this up to you. she was trying to make you realise that neteyam is the only guy you spend your time around most. neteyam also didn’t have a mate, he had multiple beautiful metkayina women try to be with him but he politely declined them all.

you thought about it more, neteyam had always looked out for you. he’d always watched you from afar, always nice to you whenever you guys talked and saved you from death as well as comforting you for weeks after it.

“so? anybody in mind? i can see you really thinking” kiri said bringing you back to reality, smirking as if she could read your mind “kiri, you know you can’t just choose whoever you want. your mate comes to you naturally and for a reason”

“well you can actually choose-” “kiri!”

“i heard neteyam talking about it to lo’ak, he likes you, a lot” the girl next to you quickly told you before slapping a hand over her own mouth

“what?” you said eyes widening in surprise, no wonder you always felt the pull towards neteyam. it was because you were supposed to be mates. you couldn’t believe it, you were all over lo’ak all those years when neteyam was right there, you couldn’t believe how stupid and blind you were.

“i’ll be back!” you said running off to find neteyam

i’m sorry this is like, really bad LMAO. there will be a part two to this obviously and it’s not going to be like my normal stuff!!

also i know the writing doesn’t make a lot of sense, i wrote this in class at school so it’s not proofread or anything. i’ll come and check on it later :D

[projectmoonlightproductions]

I saw ur post/ask about epic-legend privilege and common-rare hate and let me tell you the pain is REAL. ESPECIALLY with the ancients specifically getting away with so much bullshit over the years. Some of the kingdom fandom is super dope and some of it is more toxic than Chernobyl

my specific gripe with *that* part of the community around kingdom is just… how much of the nuance of the stories are erased and ignored when you give someone who failed English class an iPad. I don’t like being one of those “I’m smarter than you and ur headcanons are stupid” ppl (from first hand experience they are horrible to deal with good god I’m never logging in to fandom.com again), but the lack of media literacy has produced some dog water takes about the stories of the legends + ancients especially. And I’m emphasizing legends too, cuz OvenBreak community is much less guilty of this in my experience but we gave Sea Fairy’s flaws a pass for YEARS and I’ve only ever seen it called into question when I got back into cookie run late 2023. And the post was from April this year we were tripping for a long time 💀

but yeah anyways! The god cookies have pulled some dodgy shit since launch and I’ve rarely seen it explored within fan works or as part of a character analysis.

Take what you were saying about Pure Vanilla and his involvement of Gingerbrave in the BeastYeast plot line for example. How fucked up is that? Pure vanilla is 1. A grown ass man, 2. Fully recovered from the injuries from whatever story mode shit he was in at this point, and 3. A LITERAL GOD? And guess who he brings to solve his problems. 3 RANDOM ASS KIDS

dude wizard and strawberry didn’t 100% have to go (but let’s be real they’ve been so conditioned to do this quest crap that they’d probably choose to go anyway) but brave? They’re a HEAVILY disordered kid who has endured such fundamental developmental trauma (Almost no one talks about the oven and witch when relating to brave btw and it’s insane but that’s for another day) that it’s morphed into him basing their whole identity on 1. Being brave, and 2. Helping people. Even if pure vanilla didn’t sense anything off with the kid’s debilitating dependency on being brave and Not Being Alone and eagerness to fight and kill and die for people she’s known for barely a minute, you’d think the *adult* man could at LEAST say “hm. This is a dangerous god mission. I shouldn’t bring these kids with me.” There is much more I can say but I think u get the general jist.

PV is not a saint. Him, along with every other ancient, is a cookie with both immense power and important flaws who makes mistakes. While everyone has flaws and everyone makes mistakes, these guys have had more time to grow and power over their lives than almost all other characters in this setting ever will, and the sheer weight of some of these, dare I say, juvenile mistakes have had devastating consequences on families, friends, kingdoms, and even the cookie species as a whole. With great power comes great responsibility, but the ancients have been living life as if no one paid the electric bill, when in reality, they’re running the city’s generators.

YES THANK YOU

Especially the part with Sea Fairy because her obsession with Moonlight literally keeps putting the world at risk

Also if an epic cookie has too simple of a design or a basic story they’re forgotten immediately. Like Lime, Sandwich, Macaron, or Salt.

[chuuyascumsock]

Helloooo

That rat reaction pic was both adorable and had me laughing my ass offf(my sense of humor is lowkey highkey kinda broken so apologies 😭)

ALSO

ME??? A MONSTERFUCKER??????HUH?? THAT SOUNDS DEPLORABLE! But youre right so anyway- (kinda actually saw a monsterfucker bingo and did it{yknow just for funsies and shi} and like i ticked off 10 of the 24 boxes? i mean i think thats enough to qualify??? Right??)

okie soo umm i kinda waited too long to type out the thoughts and they um *disssipated* so immm kinda gonna string together the crumbs i still remember🥲

(Also like to clarify when i say werewolf,i kinda mean like the something between like that one halloween official art and atsushi when he’s in his weretiger form?)

Imagine werewolf chuuya who just cant keep his hands off you when he’s in heat,he just NEEDS you,CARNALLY

While you’re cooking dinner he’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you,nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck,lightly nibbling on your skin and just slightly grinding his crotch into your ass.

After a while you can feel his hard on and how hes desperately trying to hold himself back.

so you do the only sensible thing you can think of~

You turn around and kiss him~

You have no idea how it escalated from a passionate kiss to this,but now he has you bent over the kitchen island,your underwear discarded and forgotten while he frees his hard cock from his now-tight pants.he coats his dick in lube and precum before he thrusts into your rear,(although he’d love to go right at it,he knows your only human and would never want to hurt you) going at an inhuman speed and illicitting the most lewd little sounds for you~

His claws sinking into your hips to hold you in one place,all the while he’s letting out breathy “good girl/boy” and “that’s it take it hnghh you take me so good doll” s as he ruts into your ass.as he feels his climax nearing he goes harder and deeper his throbbing cock continuously hitting your g-spot causing you you whine and moan out loud,all which makes him go harder,the feeling of your tight little hole driving him over the edge and when he finally comes its thick sticky and he doesn’t let a single drop seep out.he continues rutting into you,fuckin his come back into you while keeping you locked in a mating press.after around two to three more rounds(now having moved to the bedroom) he slows down and makes sure your okay.he loves to see the fucked out look on your face as he cleans you up and as he sees your silly little hole white and glazy with his come he has to resist the urge to plug you up and let you stay that way until your next session,but if youve previously said your okay with it he’s definitely gonna do it-

Once your tucked in all nice clean (and *cough*plugged up) he gets into bed as well spooning you and lightly licking the bites and hickey now covering your neck and collarbone.

(I wanna add some more but i think this is already long enough.i hope this makes sense and sounds coherent at least,i think i got a little lost in the sauce🥲)

Also yess i saw that voyeurism tag👀👀👀 (got me wet just thinking about it🫣)

Ooh and also of smut,fluff,angst and crack,What’s your favorite??

And bestie(am i allowed to call you that?) im like 99.99% your irl personality is just as great as your online one🙄🤚

That isnt debatable btw🫶

I speak facts not fiction 😌

Well except for the smut,that’s fictional-

ACTUALLY NO FRICK IT THATS FACTS TOO!🙌

And to end this silly,goofy and unreasonably long ask id just like to wish you a lovely day/afternoon/evening/night filled with snackies,dopamine-inducing events and a lot of,as you said, H2hoe!

Stay safe and slay safe😌💅🏻

(Help its 4.50 am😭🥲)

-🧀

YOU DID, YOU DID GET LOST IN THE SAUCE, YOU WERE DROWNING IN IT 😭 BUT IT WAS GOOD SAUCE, DELICIOUS SAUCE EVEN. (Fr made me choke on my mango and everything while reading).

Glad you specified that you didn’t mean Chuuya like full furry mode or that would’ve been awky 💀

Literally Chuuya— but THAT WAS SO GOOD ACTUALLY. I can’t believe you wrote almost a full smutshot in my inbox, you should rlly write this down and post your own smut LMAO.

I forgot to add something to my Detective Chuuya summary, but it’s ok, I fixed it 🤭

My favorite genre is crack, I feel like I write top tier crack ngl, my Ai chats also look insane with all the silly stuff I do with the characters (literally mostly Dazai bc I kin him so doing platonically silly shit w/ him is my comfort).

AND YES YOU CAN CALL ME BESTIE— I feel like we’re definitely past that 😈 But I will have to deny my irl personality being just as good as my online one because I am socially inept 🥰

ALSO GET SOME SLEEP BESTIE CAUSE THAT’S SUPER IMPORTANT (I’m a hypocrite). BUT EAT A GOOD BREAKFAST AND FUCK UP THOSE CLASSES 💪😼

[thorns-and-rosewings]

As promised, this is a continuation of the Reaper King AU 💀 story from my last post. Sorry y'all, I had stuff that needed to be done or I would have just made it one long post. But honestly seeing how long this became, I think I will have to break it up even more... So be aware this is longer than the last one by quite a bit 😅

Anyways...

TW: Same as before, Definitely going to be touching on darker topics here, moreso than the previous part, so you've been warned.

Part 2...

18) KC and Bloodmoon claim their territory and to the locals it's like some sort of hellish cryptid just moved in. Murder rates skyrocket and the number of disappearances in the park also double, if not triple. And don't even start on the Park Ranger job turnovers rates...

19) Over time Bloody grows to trust this variant of Killcode more. As he's not preachy, nor a pacifist... He's someone who Bloodmoon can relate too and they have things in common. Not to mention this KC makes it quite obvious that he DOES care about the Bloodtwins. Nor has he once ever tried to use them...

-Bloodmoon is nearly impossible to control. But if he cares about someone he truly CAN be loyal and caring towards them.

-Aaand he will occasionally nap either near or on KC. Due to the core giving off a lot of heat... And Bloodmoon shows his inner cat and will just be drawn to the aforementioned heat. Which Killcode gets a small laugh out of.

20) As time continues to progress KC begins to take souvenirs from his kills. Frequently taking bones, teeth or claws from whatever he slaughters along with some of the victims blood. He takes these pieces and begins to construct a 'Rosary' using these pieces as beads after he cuts them appropriately and then paints them in the blood of the same victim. He knows the stories of each bead and can relate them all by heart.

-Bloodmoon tried to make a rosary but had little patience for it... He wasn't made to do arts and crafts sadly.

21) Things dramatically change one day when Killcode goes out for a solo hunt. He selects his target, one of the towns local drunkards and the reaper quietly follows him back to his home. Only when goes to sneak inside... He makes a disturbing discovery...

-...as he observes this piece of human garbage has a young son that he proceeds to beat senseless as soon as his drunk ass saw the boy trying to quietly get back into his room once his father came home.

21) Killcode entered a state of pure rage and he quite literally ripped this man's guts out and made him eat them. He then turned his attention to the injured and now terrified child, who is barely seven years old. And his voice becomes as soft and as calming as he can make it... And he offers this child a home away from other humans.

-The boy accepts to go with the strange creature that saved him...

-Thus becoming KCs second adopted child.

22) Now Bloodmoon had a MASSIVE problem with this. Again going back to his disdain for humans, viewing them as food and just things to kill and nothing more. But KC makes it VERY clear that this boy is now his child as much as Bloodmoon is.

-Killcode in no uncertain terms warns Bloodmoon to back off and not lay a hand on this child.

23) Bloody is PISSED for a long time... Ignoring his father and doing his own thing. Definitely releasing his stress in murderous rampages and KC let's him be for a bit. Focusing a little on helping his human child adapt to his new home.

24) But after about a week KC sits next to the sulking Bloodmoon and talks to him... Now that his anger has burned down to still heated embers. Explaining that this is something that seems to be written into his coding a need to be protective over children... possibly some leftover or entangled code from the Sun and Moon he was once a part of...

25) This discussion only gets angry growls and the Bloodtwins snap at how he's a killer like them but now he's turning into some pathetic pacifist!

...also their anger at being replaced and forgotten...

...KC just laughs...

26) He asks why in the world he thinks he's suddenly a pacifist? He's not... In fact his need to hunt and kill is even greater now. As he's going to need to bring food home for this boy to eat. Let alone how he's going to need to teach this child to hunt.

-He's got a lot to learn in order to be like them...

27) This conversation did the impossible. Calmed Bloodmoon down and... It was at that moment he grew to truly love KC as his father...

-He just grabbed onto the larger animatronic reaper and hugged him close. Not letting him see the tears of him being genuinely happy in his eyes... And he muttered 'You stupid old man...' under his breath repeatedly as he did so.

28) When Bloodmoon actually did calm down, he asked what the boys name was... To which KC shrugged and merely said that he'd get one eventually.

Bloodmoon: A new life leaves the old name behind and brings forth a new name in time.

29) Once he's healed up and ready Bloody and Killcode take the boy hunting... And his first kill is a rabbit. To which KC takes it's skull and cleans it up giving it to the boy on a leather string as it is now the start of his own rosary...

-He'll fit into this family just fine as he grows...

...However something else becomes apparent in time...

30) There was a reason the Creator put that core inside of an animatronic. As in the presence of organic material it can have a certain negative... Mutagenic effects...

-The core generates anti-matter a substance that seems to have a substantial affect on organisms, seeming to twist them to dark creatures. The Creator could not keep it to close to himself lest he fall under it's corruption. Stitchwraith never got to close to organic creatures as he was aware that the core would have a negative effect on them.

-Killcode is unaware of any of this...

-However what the Creator was unaware of was that this mutagenic effect could actually be somewhat controlled by the will of whomever, or whatever, was in control of the cube.

-Creator would have let every negative thing possible just happen without wanting to change anything. But Killcode only seeks the benefit of himself and those he cares for. Not to twist the world around him into a mindless dark parody of itself.

31) The boy in Killcodes care begins to mutate, losing human attributes and gaining inhuman ones. He better fits in with his father and brothers. No longer can he be considered human...

And he was perfectly fine with it...

...7 Years Pass...

32) Over seven additional years, Killcode has adopted even more kids. (Their info is below along with their names.)

-Wendigo (Nickname Wen): Age 14, the first adopted human. Has grown to look like his namesake. Covered in thick black fur with lanky limbs, protruding bones and razor claws. His mutation really came in after he took a slaughtered deer skull and began to wear it as a mask. One day it just didn't come off...

-Even as a young teen he's now a little taller than Bloodmoon, much to the older duo of brothers annoyance.

-Banshee (Nickname Ban): Age 12, the first daughter KC adopted. Her skin is a deathly grey tinged blue while her eyes are glowing blue and her hair is only black. She wears a long raggedy dress and a red shawl with a hood. She has the powers of her legendary namesake. She can create disorienting screeches that can even affect electronic devices.

-She's a sweetheart to her family but can be pretty ruthless to humans/prey. She often helps the Bloodtwins out with disorienting victims with her screeches so Bloody can rip and tear them apart while they're so gripped in terror.

-Vampire (Nickname Vamp): Age 10, The older brother of a pair of twins. Lives up to his name but is definitely NOT a sparkly Twilight vampire. His skin has the color of death and his eyes are blood red. He and his twin are jokesters and usually make bad ideas... That Bloodmoon goes along with because they sound like fun. He needs blood to survive, but also likes and can suffice on fresh meat too.

-He along with his twin, Lycan, get into the most mischief amongst their family. Very often with Bloodmoon as an enabler... KC often needs to save them from themselves. (Even if he secretly finds their antics funny, Killcode still has to be the responsible parent and try and stop them from being too crazy.)

-Lycan (No nickname this time): Age 10, the younger twin to Vamp. He also lives up to his namesake and looks like a werewolf. Although his features are not completely wolfish. His face still looks humanoid and closer to the earlier depictions of the Wolfman; it's unclear if he will continue to mutate or he will remain like this. He is as playful and mischievous as his sibling, though shows a tiny bit more caution. But he is most likely going to be off causing trouble with Vamp and Bloodmoon. Is allergic to chocolate, much like an actual wolf.

-Secretly Killcode has been wondering if it's a single braincell being shared between his two sets of twins, given how much insanity they get into. But damn if he doesn't love them chaos and all.

-Wisp (Nickname Will O'): Age 4, by far the quietest of KC's children. She resembles a small ghostly child wearing a light colored dress, but her entire body overall looks like a small blue flame and her long white/blue hair perpetually in motion like an aforementioned flame. She is very quiet, but undoubtedly due to her trauma prior to her adoption, (Straight up unwanted and eventually abandoned in the woods to die) she doesn't like being alone and she can be understandably clingy. Though it has gotten better over time given the proper love and affection by her new family.

-She is currently the only child of KC's without a kill count, but that is because she is simply not ready yet. This fact is understood even by Bloodmoon and no one is going to force her to hunt until she's ready.

-The Baby (Is literally a baby and doesn't even technically have a name yet, but is a little girl): Age is maybe 3 months? The story behind this child was that KC and Bloodmoon were out hunting together, as Killcode is always careful to give all of his kids affection and not overlook any of them, Bloodmoon included. As they were out they were looking for some fresh targets, but the smell of something burning and a baby crying caught their attention... Lo and behold there was a car that had clearly flown off the road and crashed into a tree, killing the two adults in the car but leaving the baby in the backseat alive... Which resulted in KC taking the little one and them burying the parents near the scene of the accident.

-The baby is the youngest child KC has ever encountered and is obviously a bit challenging to care for, thankfully he manages... And the older kids do help their father out as much as they can. Though the one who interacts the least with the baby is Bloodmoon, not because he dislikes her but because he's genuinely afraid he will hurt her.

Bloodmoon: We're built to rip and tear! Not hold tiny soft things that will tear too easily!

-He makes a fair point with this. He also has an immense dislike to the infants crying often resulting in him yowling something about the 'Alarm is going off again!' but his disdain isn't malicious. He's just not that great with infants.

33) Over those seven years it wasn't just KCs human children that mutated. The entire region that these guys call home mutated. With the forest becoming much 'darker.' The whole place has become a major hot spot for paranormal activity, specifically involving various cryptids. There are tons of reports of Sirenhead, Fleshgaits and all sorts of other horrors. As well as other just weird stuff like random stairs to nowhere in the middle of the woods and other people swearing that the forest can shift around and get unsuspecting tourists hopelessly lost.

-There is a certain amount of mutations that would occur naturally in the vicinity of the cube, but none of the mutations to the environment are overly malicious. But the dark energy can attract more things that definitely can give normal folks nightmares...

(...Also I love Creepypastas, sue me...)

34) There have been two attempts by the Creator to retrieve the cube in the forms of two low-intelligence high-fire power drones sent to find the cubes energy signature... Both attempts, several years apart, ended almost comedically bad.

(Okay yeah it's late and I am super tired now so I don't want to write anymore since I have to get to work in a few hours... But seeing as how I still have about one more portion to write for this I am going to post this now and finish the next part tomorrow 😅)

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If requests are open, may I request the brothers reacting to necromancer MC who ended up temporarily sharing a soul with Lilith due to an accident?

For explanation, MC was working on a spell that makes it so the brothers can atleast communicate with Lilith, however, this backfires when their soul accidentally tethers to the object that Lilith was supposed to communicate through. This leads to MC and Lilith now sharing a soul until the spell either wears off or becomes undone.

Sorry if this is confusing! But I really liked your necromancer MC and I couldn't help but become inspired by it! I love your work and your writing!

A/N: Oh my Diavolo, Anonie, i don't know how i turned this into a oneshot in the first place when i think what you wanted was hcs??? But I only realized it when I was already writing the last paragraphs and I went to reread your request 💀💀, sorry lololol. I must also say that I loved your request and that I appreciate your kind words, I'm glad that you like my work so much! Hope you like this! <33

Warning: Kinda crack-ish, quite lengthy (6k words), some flashbacks, reader is gn, but there are a few moments during the story that female pronouns are used (it's for Lilith).

"What are you doing, honey?"

From behind your shoulder Lilith peeked at the book you were reading. Her hair tickled your neck and her cold breath made you lose focus. But you didn't move at all, instead you settled back in your chair and focused on the written Latin words that made up the last lines of that chapter and how all that knowledge coiled around your brain, confusing and difficult to understand. But you were holding it up really well, whenever you didn't understand a term you asked Solomon or Barbatos. And it was all for a good cause, after all.

A few months ago Beel had told you that it would be nice if he could see his sister one last time to say goodbye and let her move on. That is, Lilith herself had told you once, that she had forgotten the way to the Celestial Realm after spending so long down there in Devildom, protecting her brothers, and up there in the human world, waiting for the right moment to guide one of her descendants, to guide you. And honestly, you wanted them all to have closure, you wanted them to be able to say goodbye and help her like she helped them and you. Lilith should be able to find peace and rest after all those years, knowing that you would take care of her brothers as long as you lived.

It was sad to think how lonely she was, even though her smile was as sweet and her voice as gentle as the breeze that carried the flower petals to the ground, spreading their sweet scent far and wide during springtime. Even after becoming human she was still as angelic as she once was.

Finally you finished reading and turned to face your best friend with a smile, leaving the book on your knees. "I'm researching something. See that?" You pointed to a large mirror that you had brought with you from your last adventure in the human world. It was from ages long past, an age forgotten by mortals, and Solomon told you that it could help you achieve your goal. The goal of creating a way for Lilith to be able to communicate directly with her brothers so they would be able to see and hear her once more. "It's still a secret what I'm researching, but... Uh, nothing, I don't want to say more than necessary and risk you finding out what I'm doing. At least not yet."

Lilith stood in front of the mirror, tracing the glass with her ghostly fingers. The gold and emerald stones that spanned the woody base were well crafted by some skilled craftsman, no doubt the way the hard material ran slowly through her fingers and the way her reflection showed through it, subtle and blurred. She turned to you with her hands on her hips and a pout on her face, but refrained from making any comments in order to study the books piled on the table and their titles. You knew she was impatiently trying to put all the pieces of the puzzle together, even though they were incomplete pieces and she wasn't going to get anywhere. Not yet.

"Sit with me for a moment, Lili." You offered with a sly smile, pointing to the couch next to your chair. But the ghost gracefully glared at you like Lucifer did when he was about to lecture you for something stupid you'd done and you turned your face away, seeing the messages that appeared on your D.D.D's display without wanting to answer any of them at that time. It was the brothers talking about some mischief they had done a few minutes ago, you were sure of it.

"Or of course, you can stand up, Lili. It's up to you." You shrugged, smiling.

"I don't know what you're doing" Lilith made your books float. Advanced magic books she was still carefully teaching you, books on magical rituals and necromancy. "but you'd better stop now, child. You're messing with things you don't understand and it would be foolish to go on about it. Don't you remember what happened that time with the badger?"

The mention of what happened made you shiver and you suppressed a nervous laugh deep in your throat. It was obvious that you had grown quite a bit with your magic and accidents like that would be impossible to happen with all the knowledge you had access to now, but it was so typical of Lilith to treat you like a child that sometimes you felt like showing her that you could indeed perform the spell you were working on - or at least, give a brief demonstration.

"Thanks for the reminder, mommy. But trust me. One doesn't make the same mistake twice, I guess." You positioned yourself in front of the mirror, whispering the last part of your lighthearted comment and ignoring the way the ghost hurried to your side.

She was curious to know what you were doing and despite her disapproval of the stubborn way you acted, Lilith knew that with or without permission you were tempted to demonstrate what that mirror was for. She knew you very well because she had been with you since you were a little child fascinated by spirits that were everywhere, that walked the halls at night or that whispered in your ears to make you sleep.

And for a moment you admired the reflection of the two of you standing in front of the mirror, admired your physical similarities and differences, and the beauty that you two had. So alike and so different at the same time and the next moment you moved your hands forward and to the sides, creating a vortex of wind that filled your entire room. You could hear objects flying around as you muttered the incantation in a broken Latin, hoping you were pronouncing each syllable correctly, as you listened to Lilith telling you that this was bullshit and that you should stop before it was too late.

But when to know when it was too late?

The words came and flowed from your mouth as if you were reading them directly from the book and the magic you exuded was stronger than when you were trying to perform any other spell, stronger, more tempting. And more dangerous than the others. Your eyes rolled back as your entire body suddenly shook. Lights and illuminated shapes took over everything and, somewhere inside your lost mind and tired body, you heard someone screaming. And that someone had a voice similar to yours, maybe it was you who was screaming and unable to resist the uncontrolled magic, you felt yourself being thrown back against something hard and then, you passed out.

Not before hearing another loud noise, the sound of something being destroyed. Perhaps it was the glass in the mirror shattering against the pressure of your magic, perhaps it was the door breaking from its frame as the brothers tried to enter the room. You wouldn't know.

...

The hot sky irritated your eyelids enough that you brought an arm to cover your face, the distant sound of the waters was like a balm to your tired body. Children's laughter ran through your ears like the annoying sound of a train, but it was so sweet, so soft, you couldn't get angry even if you wanted to. Everything around you seemed to vibrate with life and innocence, with hope and love. The place where you lay was warm and strangely tickled whenever you moved, and you intended to keep pretending you were sleeping to listen to the gossip the voices were discussing or just to enjoy a peaceful and worry-free moment . It was weird, but it felt so good.

Your little plan, however, was derailed when a shadow hovered over your sleepy form and flicked your forehead hard, making you jump in surprise and bring your hand to your forehead immediately. You sat down and as you prepared to yell at the person in front of you, the words died on the tip of your tongue, the person in front of you was known to you in some way and yet completely unknown.

His cold eyes roamed the clearing where you were sleeping and you didn't remember that place, or rather, you, Mc, didn't remember, but Lilith remembered perfectly. It was the Celestial Realm, a little different from what you remembered when you visited the place with Solomon. It was beautiful. And you seemed to be seeing the world through her eyes once more, but it felt different now. It was more real.

You could feel the grass beneath you and the sun was burning your skin in just the right way, it was all like one of those dreams that you can control or at least feel real. The Celestial Realm had its own eccentricities like the flowers that didn't exist in the human world or how the sky changed color in a few moments and the clouds made funny expressions towards the children. But all of that pales in comparison to the angel in front of you, he was real and his voice was the voice of someone Lilith had heard before.

"What is it, Michael?" Lilith's voice came out of her lips, shaky. Almost scared. Her feelings mixed with your, irritation and curiosity, drowsiness and despair as she sat up, fiddling with the hem of her yellow dress. Almost imperceptibly she tried to put some distance between them.

And Michael's intimidating eyes did nothing to help you understand the situation you were in. It was all obviously a memory, but you didn't remember going to sleep or what you were doing before it happened. The angel, contrary to your expectations, smiled in an almost innocent way. "Do you need anything specific or are you just bothering me for no reason?"

Michael took the seat next to Lilith, laughing. The sun falling on his figure made him look younger and more beautiful, as if the weight of his responsibilities as an archangel had lifted off his shoulders for at least a few seconds, his hair dancing against the wind and the white feathers of his austere wings stretched out in all directions. It was a beautiful sight to behold, but you felt Lilith's entire body shudder with fear and she glanced quickly at the lake; the angel watched as the children threw the stones into the water and how they bounced once, twice or three times before sinking completely. The archangel bent over her, smiling.

"You've done a very, very bad thing, little angel." He murmured condescendingly, tucking her hair behind her ear. His smile widened as if he was amused by something and then he moved even closer to her face, and you shivered as you felt his warm breath fly over her skin, up from her neck to her ear. "Give food to a human and thought the angels wouldn't find out, thought Father wouldn't know?"

Lilith's memories flew over your mind, the first encounters with a sincere and honest man that made the angel's innocent heart flutter non-stop, or the first kiss they shared under a starry night. The way he looked at her made you shiver all over, it was incredibly cute. You could feel his love for her through her eyes, but your heart sank as Lilith's fear rushed through you and tears began to well up in her eyes. She quickly pulled away from him, denying it. "No, I couldn't have done something like that. You sure are wrong, Michael."

He laughed. And he laughed for several minutes. The sound gave you terrible chills. You wondered if this Michael was the same Michael that Luke spoke of with great enthusiasm, that Simeon described as good and honest. And looking at him now it made sense why Lucifer wanted to keep you away from him and everything he stood for.

Gold chains exploded from the floor as the archangel snapped his fingers, and though you tried to dodge and flee, they adorned your wrists. But the harder you pushed the metal against your skin the heavier it became, the harder it was to think when the sound of your pounding heart was all you heard instead of your thoughts.

And Michael seemed to enjoy the situation, not enough that it became immoral, but enough that it felt like he was teaching you a lesson. A bad lesson. And none of the other angels intervened.

The grove was empty when you looked into it. The children were mere silhouettes in the distance and the cheerful air was suddenly gone, they were being taken away on the pretext of going somewhere else to play. The older angels looked at Lilith with pity and perhaps even mocked her for the great sin she had committed. Lilith was very innocent in thinking that her actions would have no consequences, but when you're in love, no one is able to think straight.

"The Father says love your neighbor as yourself. Is it wrong to love?" She screamed with rage, her wings were taut and ready to take flight and fight for her survival and her freedom. But it was the glint in his eyes that kept her in the same place, cold and serious, far from the youthful, innocent glow they carried in the first instant.

If you loved him that much, you should have let him die. It's what humans do, right, Mc?"

Suddenly everything went black. The memory had shut down, but searing pain shot through your entire body. The pain that Lilith carried every day from the arrow that pierced her chest during the fall. And You felt yourself swimming in emptiness for a long, indefinite time after all this, you didn't see or hear anything, but you could feel that something was different.

Something was different.

...

"How’s Mc?" Mammon asked with his hands in his pockets. The demon of greed was trying to keep up appearances but he was the first to panic when he saw his favorite human on the ground, it wasn't a pretty scene to see him clutching Mc's body and crying profusely as if them had died for a second time . "Satan, are you finally going to say what MC has? Is there a cure? Do I need to buy medicine? Are we going to have to take them to the doctor or is the Sorcerer Society a better option?"

Lucifer heaved a heavy sigh, but it didn't stop his younger brother from rattling off his concerns in hurried, desperate tones. It was better that way, better to fill the silence with some noise than to perpetuate the tense atmosphere that had settled since Beel had broken down the door to their dear human's room and seen them lying on the floor.

As his brothers dashed in and out of the room trying to help in any way, the older brother studied the writings on MC's desk in hopes of understanding what kind of spell they might be working and how to nullify it. He knew MC had such altruism, sometimes so prone to getting into trouble to help people and make them happy, but as he read through all the notes and books Lucifer felt his heart beat a little faster, a little more crazed. MC was really willing to mess with the whole order of life, about to bring Lilith back to life.

Whether them would bring his sister back to life permanently or not, he still couldn't understand.

Truth be told he would be grateful if he had his sister back after all these years, even though he got over her death he still missed her terribly. Any brother who lost his sibling would understand that, but even so, he couldn't torment her rest, if indeed she was actually resting beside you, always running back and forth while stopping you from doing stupid things that could cost you your life. She seemed to like you, Lilith was always known as a protector of children and she cared for you like she cared for her children when she became human.

"MC is fine. Their signals are stable. The fainting was brought on by overuse of magic, it's like trying to..." Satan placed the stethoscope around his neck and looked at Mc, looking thoughtful. He forced the bitter taste out of his mouth by munching on a breath mint as he reviewed the information on his clipboard. "It's like trying to plug a hole with your bare hands, at some point water is prone to run through your fingers. In this case, the water ran too far and swallowed MC whole. They should wake up in a few hours."

"Good, good. That's great." Mammon smiled. He sat in the chair next to MC's bed and held their hands tenderly, unlike his usual tsundere. He was trying to put into words everything he felt in his chest without caring who heard what he was muttering, but for a while he just mumbled incomprehensible things as his brothers walked in and out of the room. "Get well soon, human. Great Mammon here will take you out for ice cream after all this, I'll even buy you two of your favorite, but only if you wake up!"

"Ice cream?" Asmo sneered, crossing his arms. "Solomon always says using too much magic makes you sick, better offer them soup Mams."

While the avatar of lust scolded the avatar of greed, Satan got closer to Lucifer with the intention of exchanging knowledge about Mc's work. He too had seen Mc's work and wondered how far the human would go to accomplish the impossible, the feeling in his chest was one of appreciation, but also of concern. The avatar of wrath knew a lot, he had read thousands of books, even those that were destroyed in the Library of Alexandria, the point is that sometimes he was blinded by doubts and fears and could not visualize everything clearly and, although similar, Lucifer had a different way of seeing things, used to living under the pressure of having to be absolutely accurate in his actions and hypotheses in order to protect everyone.

"Mc is a necromancer with unlimited access to knowledge, they have Lilith on their side and they are now officially Solomon's apprentice, an immortal who saw practically every form of magic in existence take its first step " Satan muttered. He analyzed the magical engravings that adorned the mirror, intrigued by the object. Frowning he wondered if that mirror was new, he couldn't remember now.

His reflection was the same and yet it looked different, more vivid and his emerald eyes glowing greener than before. Conclusions were slipping away from him and the only thing he focused on at the moment was the ticking sound of the clock. "What I mean is that Mc is obviously trying to achieve what no other necromancer has been able to achieve before. Mc wants to bring Lilith back to life, back to us."

Lucifer cleared his throat, scratching his head and loosening the tie from around his neck. That damn thing was starting to suffocate him and he had to think about what to do. "It was our cause, dare I say it. The anniversary of Lilith's death was just a few days ago and…well, you saw how depressed we were. Mc must have thought it was necessary to do that for us to be happy."

"What will we do?" asked the blonde. "We don't know if this could have any negative effect on Mc at all. No one who tried this has survived and yet, they are alive and breathing perfectly."

Satan turned to look at Mc and touched their face carefully. Cold was all he felt, a cold that made him want to wrap you in your covers like a burrito and never let you come out of it. A cold with a touch of death and pain, the same cold he felt for most of his birth when he was lost and alone and he immediately withdrew his hand and walked away, opening the windows to let in fresh air.

"We found something that might help." Belphie entered the room. He and Beel were bringing an old box with some strange potions and books, dust flew everywhere as soon as the redhead let the box fall to the ground. The avatar of sloth blew an old book and handed it to his older brothers with the confidence that it would help them to unravel that mystery. "It's the grimoire Lilith was working on when she found out that man was sick, she was considering every possibility to save him from death and I remind you that she considered bringing him back to life after he died."

Beel mumbled something under his breath and took one of Mc's hands, bending down to kiss their cool forehead. Despite him being one of the more expressionless brothers, the look of concern didn't leave his eyes or his posture. "We believe that the spell Mc used has its origins in Lilith's texts, so no one can understand its effects or how it works. The necromancy that has been developed in recent years is what we have known the longest, but we not know much of the necromancy that Lilith developed."

Belphie and Beel looked at Mc for long moments and the two twins shared the same feeling. The fear of losing another member of your family. It was an utterly overwhelming thought and scarier than any punishment Lucifer could dish out to them after their shenanigans, but at the moment it was real fear and something they didn't like to think about at all.

"I assume nobody knows much about it." Mammon intervened. Voice weak once again and small fearful tears welling up in his eyes as he ran his trembling fingers over the white strands of his hair. Beside him, Asmo stopped him from pulling the strands of hair because of his nervousness and held his hands with great delicacy. "Nobody knows how to save mc... nobody... Will they di...?"

"Mammon, darling, let's get some air. How about it?" Asmo offered, pulling him from his seat. But the avatar of greed sank even further into his chair and pulled his hand back, he wouldn't leave your side until you woke up and that was more than clear from the way he looked at your body and a miserable expression it grew on his face every second you didn't express a reaction. "Mammon, it's going to be okay. We're all trying our best, okay? Solomon is also coming over to help."

He denied every comment his brothers tried to dissuade him from staying there. But nothing worked and it was soon decided that he should stay to watch Lucifer, Satan and Solomon, who arrived minutes later as they discussed the developed theory that Lilith had started to create when she was still an angel.

"Mammon..." He heard a voice whisper behind him. A voice that sent shivers down his back and he turned abruptly, looking for someone or something calling to him. Needless to say, there was nothing there. The movement caught Lucifer's immediate attention, who gave him a strange look.

"What's the matter, Mammon?" He asked.

Honestly, he admitted. "I heard her calling me."

The thought Lilith was manifesting should instill a fear in them, for the dead must stay dead, except their sister was too stubborn to stay dead and at peace for so long. Just like MC, Lilith was always meddling in other people's business.

The almighty and proud Lucifer trembled as if he hadn't expected this and Satan gasped as if out of breath, obviously neither of them had expected something like that news. And Mammon who hates the thought of ghosts near him was quiet at that moment, looking at you, then at a random spot in the room as if he expected his sister to communicate again through her husky and weak whispers.

"Oh, Mammon, wouldn't it be better if you got some air?" Solomon asked after a few seconds of waiting to see if anything else would happen. But everything was normal.

He laid his head on his bed and clasped his hands together. "Please talk to me again. Give me a sign, Lilith."

The brothers remained silent, waiting expectantly and when the seconds turned into minutes they began to think that fear was making Mammon hallucinate. Satan, with a look of understanding, hugged his older brother as he had never done before and waited for everything he felt to be passed on to him, all the hope and the sea of other feelings that he never knew how to distinguish, passed only by a contact. He carefully wiped away the tears of despair that were coming out of his older brother's eyes.

"It's okay, Mammon. MC is fine and we'll manage to save them." He assured the avatar of greed with a smile.

BAM!

Suddenly, the book that was in Solomon's hands soared across the room as if it were actually alive. It seemed to be wanting the attention of everyone present as it flew aimlessly, calmly and on the other side of the room, the magazines you had borrowed from Asmo began to be torn apart by an immense force and leaves fell like tree leaves during the fall.

At all times, Mammon was looking into the mirror as if he wasn't seeing something he believed. But no one noticed since they were more worried about you getting hit by the flying book or a violent ghost getting close to your bed. His blue eyes focused on the green and red lights trying to contain the book as the human sorcerer knelt on the ground to investigate something.

"Um, what does that mean?" Solomon asked uncertainly. Patterns he'd never seen marked the entire floor of your room, surely from some language even he hadn't seen even during his immortal life.

"Yeah, um, let's see... It's an angelic saying." Lucifer who was hugging the flying book with all his might spoke through gritted teeth. The force of a thousand ghosts seemed to push him back as the seconds ticked by until he was finally face to face with the only mirror in his room. An angelic mirror from the looks of it and only now he noticed. "What reveals the soul better than a mirror... By heaven, is that you Lilith? Lilith, can you hear me? Mc, can you hear me?"

A knock on the mirror made him jump in place.

Two different silhouettes manifested and two fists slammed into the mirror glass at the same time. Lucifer turned to his younger brother and beckoned to him with a nod.

"Someone is trying to manifest through this mirror and I think it's Lilith and Mc." He concluded.

Solomon cleared his throat in annoyance. He joined the demons and added his opinion as if it were fact. "The mirror consumes magic, if you want to talk to them you must feed the mirror that trapped them. From there we figure out how to free them."

Satan looked at Lucifer and then at the hand in the mirror, covering it with his own. His brother did the same to the other. And a fog seemed to cover their eyes because at that moment both demons fell to their knees, their hands glued to the mirror while they trembled and babbled incomprehensible things, it was a frightening scene, but neither Solomon nor Mammon could do anything.

"Hey, you idiots... Can you hear me?"

Ah, sweet Lilith.

Mammon ran to stand in front of the mirror seeing how his sister's silhouette seemed clearer now. The mirror slowly revealed her curly hair falling over her shoulders and the same sharp look he remembered her having. The angel was still wearing that yellowish dress that Levi and Asmo had sewn together for her as a birthday present, although now it didn't have blood marks on the fabric.

"Lili... How?" The angel frowned at the question, looked to the side and pulled you closer so they could see you too. She gestured towards you with a tired look on her face, while you smiled.

"Ask my descendant here." Lilith patted your shoulders and leaned against the mirror glass, sitting down to rest.

You looked away from her and crossed your arms at the tone she had used. It was foolish to use magic that you didn't have the slightest knowledge of, but at least you had managed to make them see and hear her. Getting stuck in the mirror with her was just an easily fixable setback, you think.

"Well, it was just an experiment gone wrong." You admitted with a half nervous laugh, half amused by the whole situation. And then you went on to describe the process of taking the soul out of the mirror; that being the last part you hadn't finished reviewing before testing your spell. But Lucifer could probably get you out of there in five seconds, even if his tired appearance almost convinced you otherwise.

The avatar of pride looked ready to forbid you to use your powers when he got you out of there, but one look towards his sister and he forgot all about it. He held up the grimoire you'd been working on and chanted perfect Latin, waiting for a rush of light to expel your soul from the mirror back into your body. Instead, the glass shattered and two souls flew out into the only body that lay without a soul inside.

Even if no one noticed it right away.

"Umm, Lilith?" Mammon called confused. He got down on his knees and started picking up the pieces of glass on the floor, trying to contact her again. But only received silence this time. "Lucifer does something! Lilith is gone!"

Ah yeah... She was gone...  And somehow you knew she was inside your body.

You knew that given recent events you should have been resting, but your excitement to be back has you pulling yourself up to sit, except that you didn't seem to have been able to control your entire body. Or rather, the right part of your body. Noticing this, you quickly tried to communicate but only disconnected phrases came out of your lips. It was all a big mess.

Solomon was quick to help you up, making sure you weren't hurt. "Calm down Mc, your body is still affected by the use of magic."

  "Oh please, be quiet sorcerer!" Lilith grumbled. Her tone changing from yours, more velvety and smooth. It was quick, but noticeable that her soul was not in the shards of glass that Mammon was still collecting, but occupying your body right next to your soul.

"Sorry, Sol." Your voice came soon after.

Satan grabbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. He didn't want to and didn't know how to separate souls from bodies and suspected that Lucifer didn't have the strength to do it, the guy had given too much of his magic to power the mirror so as not to tire the wrath avatar. At that moment he wished he had. At least he would be willing to do something more than sit on the floor, panting and tired.

"Is that what I'm thinking?" He dared to ask.

You shrugged almost instantly. "Something went wro--"

"No kidding, Mc. I warned y-" Lilith cut you off.

"Heavens, stop being so grumpy. Let's figure this out." You replied, tired. All you wanted now was to take a long nap and recharge your strength, cooperating with Lilith you were able to return to the bed to sit down and Mammon soon hugged your shoulders, almost suffocating you in his embrace.

The shivering contact conveyed all the happiness and fear he'd been feeling for the last few hours and you pulled him closer, snuggling him over your shoulders as you played with his white hair. Little by little you watched his blue eyes return to possess that cheerful and mocking look.

"Umm, I assume it's best to let the other brothers know." Solomon left when he realized he wasn't needed anymore, a laugh escaping his lips as if he wanted to see the expression adorn the other brothers' faces when they found out what had happened.

And honestly that was a way to have achieved your goal. Lilith could speak through you, so despite the mistake you made, you were feeling satisfied with your little deed, despite the tired expressions of Lucifer and Mammon who watched you with redoubled attention as if any second now you were going to pull another stupid stunt.

"I know one way." she murmured. Her grimoire came flying towards her and with only one hand she began to flip through the pages, looking for something specific that could help in that situation. Truth be told if Lucifer was a worrywart and was always two steps ahead of anyone in any situation, then his younger sister was at least five steps ahead with two extra plans.

"Let's see, let's see, Lucifer gets up off the floor, you're going to catch the flu." She scolded him, humming as she read the nearly erased lines of her grimoire. And even without reading it, she remembered all her thesis about souls that she spent nights working on when she couldn't sleep, remembering that the man she liked could be suffering at that time. "Yeah, I need another vessel. Satan, do you know the cursed objects Lucifer keeps in the attic? Be a sweetie and get me one, please?"

    Needless to say, a new vessel could make the event repeat itself again. Instead, covering his mischievous smirk with one hand Satan offered. "Isn't it better to stay inside Mc's body until the spell wears off? It'll only be a few hours apart."

You almost felt angry that he found the situation funny, but at that moment Beel and Belphie came rushing into your room and as soon as the twins saw you they hugged you tightly. Their fear was felt by you for miles. Lilith moved your right hand to gently stroke Belphie's scalp, a smile creeping across your face as you watched them. And you did the same to Beel, wanting to rid them of that fear you've come to understand.

No words were needed when your gaze seemed to convey everything you felt for each other.

Mammon was still lying his head on your shoulder, watching every feature of your face as if you were going to disappear again. As if he was afraid too. And he breathed in the scent of your perfume, calming his heartbeat enough to let the stress out of his shoulders. "Human, would you rather eat ice cream or soup?"

You laughed at the question. "Ice cream, of course!"

Asmo and Levi entered next, neither of them believing Solomon's news. At first glance all they saw was you sitting surrounded by their brothers, but there was a strong presence that completely enveloped you, a calm presence that an angel possessed. They didn't need proof to know the event was real, not when you accepted them with open arms and hummed that song Lilith hummed to lull them to sleep through a rough night.

Surrounded by your beloved demons and listening to Lilith talk to them, sometimes sharing their silly stories made you smile. You had a new certainty now.

 You would bring her back to life completely.