#and not be afraid of losing them because you're happy to be w them at all. oh my god. im losing my mind.

[r0-boat]

Defile

Whb!AsmodeusxGn!Reader

Happy Halloween, and enjoy this sinful fanfiction

Cw: Corruption, primal, predator/prey, breeding, mind control, womb tattoo(what's the gender-neutral term for that), Heat, religious play, CNC, Asmodeus yaps a lot, aftercare

You kneel at the end of the sanctuary your hands clasped together As you pray in the dead of night. As the rest of your brothers and sisters at the monastery slumber, You had woken up early dreaming of sin, pools of blood red eyes staring into your very soul as you feel hands grasp and touch you in ways the Lord will not permit.

You had been plagued with sinful thoughts and dreams for a while now. So you pray hoping that someone would answer your prayers, and you'll be free from temptation.

But in the ivory halls of the church, with nothing but the light of the Moon and the candles lit around the altar to keep you company. Little did you know you were not alone. A darkness more sinister stalks closer. The candle sticks that littered the Sanctuary blow out one by one starting from the entrance when the doors creeped open.

You didn't open your eyes And one by one each candle blows out all around you. You did not open your eyes until you smelled the smoke. The only candles that were still lit were the ones around the altar. You thought as though the wind must have blew them out.

Your eyes adjusting to the dark as you squint looking around for an opened window or door that you are not aware of that could have caused the candles to go out. Your eyes peer into the blackened void behind you. You could almost feel at stare back.

That's when you heard it.

"well well well, What do we have here. A little lamb astrayed from its flock?"

It bellowed. Echoing throughout the entire chamber, your heart quickens as you lose your balance from the shock, falling from your knees to your bum. Your eyes widen as they dart throughout the room, But all you could see was the same inky darkness that not even the moonlight could pierce.

"W-who are you?" Your voice cracks the only words you can manage to get out.

The figure finally steps into what little light that could reach into the monastery. Long pitch black hair his naked figure covered by a single white silk robe ironic for what he was. Chains and barbed vines around his arms and legs and his piercing red eyes with a single yet unmistakable curled horn.

There was no mistaken of what he was. Your breath shakes your whole body shakes. Grasping the gold pendant around your neck You scoot away.

The demon chuckles. "Don't be afraid dear human, I promise I'll take good care of you." The way that word rolled off the tongue made you shiver. You didn't want to know what he meant by that.

"You're not supposed to be here!" You call out

"This is a house of God! You are not welcome devil!"

The red-eyed monster grinned, his smile wide and sinister, flashing his fangs. He let out a deep chuckle. "Your God will not protect you." He smiles. You can hear shackles on his arms and legs shake as he stalks closer. That sinister smile seems to grow wider and wider.

"Do you think you're pathetic little prayers will keep the incarnate of Lust away from what he has claimed. Look into my eyes prey you know who I am..."

As the being gets lower to your level, his claws scratch against the marble tiles as he practically crawls toward you. Eyes full of longing and hunger. Getting so dangerously close, you could smell a sweet temptation coming from him.

They warned warned you about him; One of the seven deadly sins.

Asmodeus.

He didn't have to hear you say it because he could see it in your eyes The delicious fear. He could hear every pump of your heart getting faster and faster And of course you reeked of desire. Pretty virgin things like you always made the most delicious of prey.

"I can smell that you crave for me." He growls.

Your heart practically stopped; that sentence alone finally made your feet move, scampering on the ground before taking off. All you hear was a laugh echoing through the halls as you keep running.

You could hear him coming for you his heavy breath the footsteps behind you that sound less and less human and more like a pack of hungry wolves.

You didn't look back; you didn't dare to. You could already hear how close he was and that he was gaining. Your lungs burned as you pushed as hard as you could. You could only reach outside in the courtyard, the moonlight showing his full figure before he tackled you to the ground, his whole body weight bringing you down.

Using his entire strength, Asmodeus forces you to the ground. You are at his mercy as you try desperately to fight him. You swore you felt drool dripping on your skin when he buried his nose into your neck, deeply inhaling your scent.

"perfect, simply perfect. I've been watching you for a while. And now that you're underneath me, You are far better than I ever could have imagined." His breathy voice tickled your ear as you delicately felt his claws and fingers around your neck. Your heart dropped as you felt a bulge in his clothes pressing against your pajamas. You try to squirm out of his grip, anything to get out, but you are trapped, caged in his arms, back pressed against his chest.

"your ass grinds against me, mate; You're so eager for me to claim you as mine." He sneered. His claws were ripping and shredding through your clothes as if they were paper.

Treating you like a mir doll for his amusement. Asmodeus flips you over, holding your arms together with his big hand.

"Yes, let me see you, let me see my new bride." He purrs. His eyes rolling over you like a piece of meat.

Your struggling was cute, It highlighted how much bigger and stronger he was compared to you but he began to grow tired of your useless attempts at freedom. He likes his mates 'willing' after all.

He let out another animalistic purr pressing his tongue against your collarbone looking up your neck as his other hand presses down on your lower stomach.

You felt heat underneath his palm a sweet pleasurable heat burning into your core when he lifts his palm a mark appears and its place.

That warmth from your core begins to spread all over your body. Places where he has touched, bit, licked, or sucked, begin to tingle all the way down to your core.

Asmodeus watches with a pleasant grin as his influence slowly takes over your body. He presses harder against you, his skin against yours. All he was doing was touching you, yet you felt so sensitive—that little warmth beginning to grow hotter and hotter as It became increasingly harder to think. The demon above you begins to explore your body with his hand and his tongue, licking and groping every part he can, feeling up his new favorite toy.

"Good human, become nice and obedient for me. Feel your mind slip away and become mine." His voice seems to echo in your mind; you feel it with your whole body, sending ripples of pleasure throughout.

Asmodeus, lets go of your wrists. Finally, you have a chance to escape, but your body has other plans: staying underneath him, obedient and ready.

Knowing that your body has completely submitted to him, the devil leans backward, unveiling his cock hard and throbbing, his balls swollen. "Come to me, human, come serve your new male. Prepare him for breeding." He moans, His hand squeezing his shaft with one lazy pump before cupping his balls.

His voice echoes in your mind and you obey him without question. The more you resist the deeper you fall.

As your mouth begins to drool at the sight of his dick. You crawl forward on your hands and knees. He watched in delight to your tiny hand wrapping around his demon cock before taking it in your mouth.

His natural musk, sweet yet woody fills your nose All you want to do is bury your face into him and ride him till the sun comes up. Your own drool runs down his shaft using it as lube to pump his cock with your hand while you struggle to take it deeper.

Despite your eagerness to please him, your movements were that of a virgin; he could smell that you were turned on by this, Even if you are under his influence. He plays with his jet-black hair idly, His teeth sinking into his lip. The desire to corrupt you with his demonic seed grows with every bob of your empty little head.

With a wave of his finger for you to stop, you obey like an obedient dog in heat; His cock is coated with your saliva, and your mouth drools from the taste of his pretty cock in your mouth. Asmodeus smirked as he crawled back on top of you with one hand. He parts your your thighs, preparing to sink inside you.

"I've had enough waiting, I'm going to breed you like the sow you are." Asmodeus growled

You arched your back as his cock filled you up just right. Putting your legs over his shoulders as he pressed his entire body weight down onto you. He didn't wait for a moment because if he did, you would be screaming and begging him to move.

With every slam of his hips the symbol on your core begin to glow brighter and brighter.

At that moment, your mind was not yours. It belonged to the man claiming you, but you could still feel it begin to change and warp with every thrust. His cock hits the deepest parts of you, and he snarls, feeling you clench.

"I know you're close. Cum as I fill you with seed and marry you in Unholy Matrimony right outside the very place you kneel and worship Your Lord!" He pants, a crazed look in his eye as he chases his orgasm. He's close, So close, ready to flood your insides and mark you as his. He could feel you tighten around his throbbing cock; you were close, there was no need in try to fight it. He's going to shatter your pitiful attempt at rebellion and rip the orgasm out of you.

Asmodeus let out an animalistic growl, drilling down into you harder and harder. If it wasn't for his voice ringing into your head, all you could hear was the slapping of his hips and his balls against your ass. "I will bind you to me, and you will worship me like your new God! Cum on my cock whore!"

It was a command, ending it with sinking his teeth right into your neck. Your eyes rolled back clenching and exploding all over him. Asmodeus letting out a maniac laugh before slammed with one final thrust deep inside you to steal his hips. He made sure to lift your lower body just right so he was reaching as deep as he could before filling your deepest parts with his virile seed. Your cunt milks him as you cum like it's the first time you came in your entire life milking his cock as you feel every spurt of seed as he drains his balls inside you.

Even as you stopped even after he stopped he still pressed inside you. Making sure every drop stays deep.

The two of you back in the afterglow before you feel as modius wrap his arms around you He nuzzles into your neck peppering it with kisses.

"beloved, My dearly beloved."

He groaned still deep inside you You can still feel how hard he was.

"I still want more... I want more of you." He whined overdramatically, grinding his still-stiff shaft against you.

As much as he wanted to have more of you, as much as he wanted to drill you into the dirt till the two of you were spent and on the verge of passing out, He knew that you probably had had enough. You were merely human, after all. Deliciously and lovingly human.

You felt his tongue drag across your neck again this time affectionately you giggle and push him away "All right get away from me stinky. We can't stay here for long." He lets out a groan despite him being much stronger than you he plays along moving his body giving you a little more space. Only a little.

"Satan doesn't have to know what we use this place for."

Asmodeus purred playing with your hair as he stayed glued to your body like a clingy lover. He cared little for the names you gave him It was a nickname from you and he would accept any.

"I highly doubt he wouldn't know after how loud we were."

He just let out a goofy chuckle. Guilty was charged He wasn't exactly the quietest either.

"Will you stay with me tonight? I promise we can bathe together."

It was a tempting offer. He was desperate to have you in his arms for a little while longer Even if that means doing the one thing he hated. But your answer is still the same, knowing that one night with him will never just be one night...

"You know my answer."

You heard the pout in his voice "Mmh Okay... But at least let me bring you back to your bedroom. I'd like to tuck you."

[misc-obeyme]

I just saw the event and I hope I'm not too late but Lucifer x MC requests w/ author's choice maybe?

Hello there, my friend! You are not too late, in fact, your request was the first one I received!

Soooo since it was author's choice and we're talking about Lucifer, I went with fluff. Because soft!Luci is one of my favorite things ever. So here are some general fluff headcanons about him.

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Lucifer fluff headcanons

Warnings: none

Lucifer notices everything about you. It isn't just the way you mesh so well with his family. It's the little sparkle in your eyes when you tease him. It's the way your voice changes slightly when you say his name. It's the light touch of your hand seeking his when you're nervous.

Lucifer shows his love in quiet ways that may be missed by anyone else. He will give you things you need before you realize you need them. When you're struggling, he will show up beside you to lend a hand without you needing to ask.

Lucifer will bring you flowers, but they'll be the rarest and the most beautiful. Arranged spectacularly in a beautiful vase that you keep in your room. It's regularly refilled with new bouquets from him.

When you're at RAD, he'll stop you in the hall just to check in with you. He might ask you something about his brothers, but his true motivation is to make sure you're doing all right. He'll tell you to come to the music room when you get home because he wants to spend more time with you. You'll find him waiting with a bottle of Demonus and a soothing record (one that isn't cursed).

You're certainly the only one that Lucifer would even dream of allowing to touch his wings. It's a special moment when your fingertips brush against the soft silken feathers. You try not to react when you feel him tremble slightly beneath your touch.

He's always busy, doing paperwork, being summoned to the castle, spending his hours at RAD doing council work. And yet he always takes a moment to speak to you alone. His ruby eyes roaming over your face, like he won't ever get enough of looking at you.

You sometimes wish you could tell people who fear him what he's really like. How he'll carry you to your bed any time you fall asleep somewhere else in the house. How he reaches for your hand when he knows you're feeling uncertain or afraid. How he'll hold you all night if you've had a rough day. How he'll admit to you that all he wants is for you to be happy.

No one knows Lucifer the way that you do, but you're surprised to find that no one knows you the way that he does, either. He lets it slip occasionally, just how aware of you he is. If he's had one glass of Demonus too many, he mumbles about the color of your hair and the particular curve of your smile.

When you're alone, Lucifer will kiss you and kiss you and kiss you, needing you more than he's needed anything in his long life. He'll fall to his knees at your feet, overcome by how willing he is to do whatever you ask. He begs you to touch him, to know him, to let him know you. He needs you, MC. Don't let him falter.

You don't. You stand beside him in all things, whether you're alone with him in his room or among the rest of the student council at RAD. It's a little daunting to think that you are the stability that Lucifer leans on. That after all the years he's been working and fighting alone, he now has you to hold onto.

Lucifer will catch your eyes from across a crowded room just to give you a confident smile. It's the one that says he knows he's on your mind. It's his way of saying you're on his, too. He wants you to know he's thinking of you. He wants to make you blush slightly from his regard.

Your love is a tender thing that Lucifer holds close to his heart. He knows how quickly he could lose it, how quickly he could lose you. All the power in the Devildom might not be enough to keep you with him forever. But for now, he will worship every single part of you, every day of your life.

cozy comforts | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[thegoldencontracts]

Hullo! If you're taking fic requests, may I politely ask for an 'x Azul' one involving Azul getting really invested in market research for something a little pointless? Maybe it's trying twenty different kinds of olive to see which makes the best garnish, maybe it's minor variations on their standard cloth napkins as sorted by softness, who knows? Just something he makes the MC test for him and he's very lucky MC loves him enough to put up with it.

Of course, something has to go wrong eventually. Maybe teaming up with the tweels to end the constant stream of tests? Shenanigans are always welcome~ hehehe.

Thank you for your time!

Of course! Azul my belovedd <3 Anyways, thank you for the request, and a little note to anyone reading that I appreciate any and all requests!

Of Much Importance

Summary: Azul is a man of business, even when that business-matter involves making his dearly beloved test out dishes for him. Except, he's making you test to see how many flakes of chili is optimal? Flakes?

Unless you do something, you're going to be here forever - or until your stomach bursts.

Notes: Fluff, and some humor, a bit of flirting

"Darling," Azul - your lovely, lovely boyfriend you who you were on the verge of murdering if it weren't for the fact that he had superstrength, and the twins were actually surprisingly protective when he was badly hurt, and you loved him too much - said, holding yet another plate of the same guacamole but with one more chili flakes. "Does this one taste better?"

You were at a seat in the currently closed Lounge, which would've meant no one would hear him scream if you punched him, but of course, the twins were sitting at the next table, being subjected to the same thing as you.

It tastes the exact same because this is literally the exact same dish with one more chili flakes. You think anyone'll notice that, Azul? You wanted to say.

Instead, you just tried to appease him. He seemed pretty stressed, and for good reason. Finals were coming up, and that meant a surge of new contracts for him, and a surge of sleepless nights, if the way his concealer had gotten heavier said anything. He was zoning in on every little detail, and you understood why. That didn't make it any less frustrating.

"I'm sure it's fine-"

"No." Azul said, sounding way too intense for someone talking about a singular chili flake. "This is sub-optimal. I must conduct further research. I apologize, but I will temporarily leave."

"Bye," you said, trying not to sound too happy.

Finally, a break for your stomach! Your poor, poor stomach. You still remembered how this all started.

"Darling, would you mind taste-testing a few new recipes for me?"

"Of course not!"

You thought it would be easy. You were so, so wrong. Because those 'few' recipes were actually over a hundred. And those recipes were the exact same guacamole with one more chili flake each time.

You hated guacamole now. The next time you saw an avocado, you'd have an aneurysm.

As you lamented, the twins entered your field of vision. Here to float, you guessed.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh at me," you said, but neither of them were laughing. Jade had his polite smile, but it was strained. His eye was twitching.

Finally, Floyd spoke up.

"I can't take this anymore!" He said. "You gotta find a way to make him stop!"

They were suffering too? You guys were companions in misery?

"Jade?" You asked.

"I'm afraid I must agree," he said. "This is becoming much too trying for me to bear. I fear my stomach may no longer be able to contain this food."

So, you really were cohorts in misery. The question was, now what? What did you do? Azul could come back any moment.

"Do you have a plan then?"

Please let them have a plan, please. You couldn't take this anymore.

Silence. You were beginning to lose hope when Floyd spoke up.

"Flirt with him," he said, sounding way too serious considering what he was suggesting.

That was his best idea? Flirting?

Wait.

Azul was great at being suave, but maybe he couldn't take what he dished out. In fact, he probably couldn't take what he dished out.

"Floyd."

"Yeah?"

"Has anyone told you you're a genius?" You asked.

"All the time," Floyd said, though he didn't seem smug. "Hate it. They keep telling me to apply myself. Usually the thing they're telling me to do's super boring."

Oh, right. Floyd was actually a savant.

"Get back to your seats. We can't look too suspicious," you said, and the twins nodded, scampering back to their seats.

Just in time, because at that moment, Azul walked back into the restaurant, carrying another plate of guacamole with him.

"Is this one better?" He said, but this time, instead of appeasing him, you stood up, leaning in close. It was time for you to use that dating-sim knowledge.

"How do you expect me to focus on the food when I've got the most gorgeous man this world has to offer staring at me?"

Azul flushed, turning away with a huff.

"Regardless of the falsehood of that statement, it is entirely irrelevant to this conversation," he said. That wouldn't do. You weren't going to let him get out of this.

"Now, now," you said, hooking an arm around his shoulder. "Don't deny it, darling."

In an attempt to maintain his composure, Azul looked away. You just hooked a finger under his chin to combat that.

"Don't deny me the privilege of watching you lose your composure like this, Azul," you said, enjoying every second of this.

"I, er-"

You leaned in, puckering your lips. Azul scrunched his eyes shut in anticipation.

But nothing happened. After a while, Azul finally opened his eyes, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You- you looked hilarious!" You said. "All red n' blushy. I should really do this more often."

Azul scowled, swatting you away.

"Leave at once," he said, though there wasn't any bite to his voice. "I shall go to my room and continue this endeavor in private."

No more guacamole? No more guacamole! Yes! Victory, at last.

"Of course." As you left, you could see Jade and Floyd give you a thumbs up.

Back in your room, but you couldn't help but smile. As irritating as this whole endeavor had been - and as bad as it was for your stomach - you couldn't deny that this new side to Azul was one you enjoyed.

You really would have to do this more often.

[jog-hog]

I heard word got out...

Part 2 to "Siblings and Secrets don't mix"

Dipper x Pacifica

W/C: 1k+

Summary: The twins have Pacifica over for a game evening and Dipper is trying to be chilled out about the relationship even though he's a huge dork and ends up telling the whole thing to Mabel afterwards to her delight.

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The two had been in Gravity Falls for a few weeks now and it was...well Mabel knew it was going to be different, Dipper had a girlfriend, they were older, a large chunk of Wendy's crew was off in the world while she took a gap year.

Gravity Falls had changed, and yet it had stayed the same; it had that same mysterious feeling hanging in the air and adventure spilling from every square meter. Mabel knew that Gravity Falls had changed but in just the right ways.

The twins were hanging out in the attic but they weren't alone, Pacifica was there lounging by Dipper leaning on him as the three played some dusty board game from Grunkle Stan's ancient cupboards. It didn't feel unnatural to let another person into their space, it was almost like Pacifica was meant to be there-meant to be with Dipper atleast!

She had changed a lot, she had yet to complain about the room (only the fact that Dipper hadn't washed his hair since they got down to Falls) and she was free. Free from her toxic self body image issues or her fears of being seen as less than perfect. Of course Pacifica still enjoyed the self care of her life, her hair was tied up perfectly and her no makeup makeup look made her look flawless but as Dipper had pointed out she was letting her pale freckles show even if she thought they were imperfect. She smelled like fancy perfume and crisp summer air while Dipper smelt of mens 3 in 1 and pine trees due to his time outside, it made them the perfectly imperfect couple. Pacifica had done what Gravity Falls had done: gotten different for the better.

Mabel knew Dipper was trying to act nonchalant while he held Pacifica's hand, while he tensed his shoulder to support her, how he would always wear a clean shirt when she came over because he knew they'd be close and how he'd always say something he liked about her when they met each other at the door (which he of course didn't find hard). Mabel knew about how she'd kiss him goodbye whenever she could and how they'd go out on hour-long walks together and for once, she wasn't afraid of losing her brother, she was happy for him. Mabel knew he was making an effort but in her twins classic overly wound fashion he was trying to make it seem like nothing at all.

Just last night she had to talk (yell) him out of writing another one of his convoluted plans that always end up messing him up like they did a few summers back with Wendy.

The night has passed quickly and before Mabel (and Dipper) knew it Pacifica was getting bombarded with calls from her parents to get home before the sun sets, the twins took her to the door and waved goodbye (grunkle Stan waving from the arm chair). Mabel held her breath until the door shut and immediately began teasing her twin brother:

"AHHH I saw you holding her hand you dork!"

"I- it was only for a second" Dipper opposed laughing and rubbing the back of his neck.

"HA if by a second you mean the whole game evening then we're speaking the same language" Mabel replied grinning wide, she noticed Dipper was smiling too, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

"Come on, not like you haven't done that with one of your partners. Mabel, I saw your first kiss!" Dipper deflected.

"HEY! Don't try and spin this on me, if we're counting that majestic man I saw yours too!” She said quickly, smiling even more"this is about YOU and how you're in LOVE!!" she yelled out a tiny bit too loud, which she knew when both Ford and Stan yelled

"If you talk about teen romance you don't do it during ducktective!" The twins heard laughter and they took it as a sign to go upstairs so that Mabel could yell to her heart's content.

The twins sat on their two beds facing each other Mabel practically bursting with excitement and Dipper a nervous wreck who was unbelievably happy with himself. Mabel knew Dipper was about to talk, he was just gathering the courage so she stayed silent looking at him waiting for his quick words, until the silence was filled with a speedy excited explanation from Dipper.

"We've been going out for a while now, she texted me at the end of last summer and we've liked eachother since we were like 13 THIRTEEN MABEL! We've been messaging ever since I'm so AHH. I asked her out and she was like 'yeah!' like YEAH? I'm so nervous-"

Mabel cuts him off by giggling loudly and shifting to her stomach and supporting her head with her hands so she could kick her feet.

“I'm just SO happy to have met her and just EVERYTHING about her is so beautiful I don't think she knows what she looks like you know? I don't even know why she'd date a guy like me…”

Mabel shot him a look “Don't you dare put yourself down ! She LIKES you lil bro that means not only did she want a guy LIKE you, she wanted YOU!” 

“I guess so I just want to give her everything I can you know?” Dipper said, holding onto his other arm for comfort, balling up in his bed. Mabel giggled knowing he was just overthinking like he always does. She broke the silence saying:

"Who knew my lil bro could be so romantic..." She teased him knowing he had never dated a girl before her. "Do you think she's like THE ONE?" Mabel asked, looking at him expectantly.

There was a long pause and Mabel began to worry she had ruined her twins first romance but he said quietly looking down embarrassed:

"... I hope she is." Mabel jumped up at the response and jumped at her brother attacking him with a hug, he pretended to get away but really he was enjoying her joy. "Mabel! Get off" he laughed.

Mabel looked at him and smiled, they knew Gravity Falls was magical.

(Who knew it was magical enough to get Dipper a girlfriend?)

[lovelykil]

ohhmggg YOU HXH FAN?2!3?2 im so happy i love hxh and im looking forward to any stuff youll post out!

im not sure if you’re allowing hxh requests as of right now since ur still deciding, so can i req NNN w/ stan, kyle, n kenny? but y/n keeps trying to make them fail and acts innocent :3

─Headcanons─

main 3 x reader older ver.

hc; trying to make the 3 fail nnn

cw; I think u alr know

note; HELPP why didn't I think of this?? omg. Also YESS I'm writing for hxh as of now :3 if you have any requests tell me if it's a killua one I might explode (good thing) I love lobelobelovelbvevvevwv him 😣🙏🏾 ⤵

Kyle─

I swear I feel like there's was an ep about this but I just don't remember..

anyway

I feel like Kyle wouldn't participate in such an activity because he's too busy with school and NOT pumping out white stuff from his genitals.

He thinks nnn is dumb 🤷🏾‍♀️

"if you think nnn is so dumb why don't you participate in it ky?"

"because I have far more important things to do."

"I think you're bluffing."

"bluffing? Please. I could easily pass it but there's no significant reason why I SHOULD participate in it."

Your brow rose with an amused grin.

"You think you can? Alright, let's test that."

"🧍‍♂️wha-"

He should've never spoken.

Attempt 1.

Desk.

sweat pearls drip down the sides of his face, his mouth hung open letting out weak, gentle noises into your ear, his eyes in daze as you suck on his bare pale skin.

You mark up his neck tracing down to breathe onto his collarbone making him shiver as he attempts to write.

He struggles to give in to your OBVIOUS teasing, he said he could pass this stupid challenge but..

this boy is such whore for hickeys. Your warm breath on his sweaty skin is driving him insane.

"y/n.. stop.. I'm serious.." He begs in a whisper, dropping his pencil to grip the sides of his chair.

You lean away with an innocent smile, having your arms around his neck.

"what?"

"you know what."

"I'm afraid I don't?" You picked at his hair. The ginger leaned away from your reach and shook his head.

"Off."

"huh"

"get off"

"why"

He sighs heavily, looking at you. You smile again, a mischievous one.

He picks up from his lap and sets you on his bed.

"I know what you're doing, and I'm not going to let you make me lose." Kyle leans down to your level, his eyes staring into yours. You bit your lip mischievously with a giggle, you leaned closer.

"You're so cute when you're serious."

He rolled his eyes in response and got up. You laughed watching him walk away back to his desk.

"You look adorable with those hickeys thoughhh"

"Shut up"

Once your laughing died out you sighed softly, watching him do his studies.

you're gonna lose broflovski mark my word.

Did he actually lose or were YOU bluffing?

🧍🏾‍♀️🤔

FIND OUT NEXT TIM-

jk there will be no next time

Kyle is pretty tough, he can hold his 'urges' I guess pretty well

So it took awhile for a second you were just gonna give up but if it weren't for his basketball game lost 😙

He got home and dragged you to his room, locked the door, laid you on the bed, and looked down.

"you win."

"I did?-" your face grew hot, surprised.

he inched down to your exposed neck and breathed. His pale, strong slender hands began to venture down your shirt.

You felt immense butterflies tackle your tummy, causing you squirm a little.

"You wanted this didn't you? Stop acting so scared." He whispered softly yet in such a sensual way that made your body get goosebumps.

"oh god."

Stan—

HELP why do I see him being so confused to what the hell you are doing kissing him all over and shi and he is just like

🧍‍♂️

"what tf are you doing"

tbh I don't see him failing because he does not care to participate like Kyle except he just doesn't wanna

I'm not saying this because I totally had no idea what the hell to put for him, nooo 👩🏾‍🦯

I'm sorry if I was a Stan girlie I would so know, but I love his bsf 🤗

nah but I'd say if you were going to make him fail do it while he's drunk.

He's vulnerable.

With your hands roaming around his chest, you on his lap and the intense eye contact with your grin he's bound to give in with all that alcohol in his system.

He just kinda forgets about the whole nnn thing not like he cared though.

"Soo you lose this month?" You leaned away from his lips. His drunken eyes left your lips and into yours. He graced his thumb along your wet lip.

"Lose what? The nnn thing? Sure whatever."

"Oh so I wi-"

"I said whatever, now c'mere I wanna fuck you to a deftones song."

"o-oh?"

😫😫.

Kenny—

DO I EVEN..

DO I EVEN NEED TOO-

SAY

ANYTHING?..

As SOON as you start to tease him to make him fail

He ALREADY FAILS

he actually failed on the 2nd day cause he thought of you while pleasuring himself on accident

He was trying to edge but he failed lmao

anyway

This man had no intention of really doing this challenge either 😭🙏🏾

Not because he didn't care, didn't wanna no.

Because he loves having sex

Why would he stop for a month? That's torture.

He gladly gives in to your teasing, actually teasing you back.

At first your rubbing yourself on him, bottom to crotch with no care type shi

Next thing you know he's rubbing his tip against your clothed throbbing cunt. Begging him to slide it in already.

"Oh but you wanna tease me, huh?" He smirks, rubbing your legs softly.

You whine, pleading some more until he gives in.

He was bound to lose anyway 👩🏾‍🦯

[foxwithapen]

For the first time ever, Luigi was afraid to return home. Not because of any particular danger, like traps or ghosts or monsters. In fact, he was excited to sleep in his own bed again, with his worn blankets that felt like comfort.

It was his brother he was afraid of.

He'd been staying at Bowser's just to avoid confronting Mario, sleeping in a spare bedroom that was far too big. Sometimes Junior would run to his room after having a nightmare, and Luigi would cuddle with him to keep away the bad thoughts. And of course, he loved the kid. He loved everyone in that castle. But he missed his brother.

The past few times Luigi had seen him, Peach was always there, keeping the peace between Mario and Bowser. They laughed as a group, ate food together, and played games. But the air was still tense, thick with all the unspoken words between the two brothers. Luigi couldn't stand it. He had to do something.

The time between Luigi's knock and the door opening felt like eternity. He couldn't keep his hands from shaking as he tapped them against his leg, trying to take deep breaths. Peach said he had nothing to worry about, but this was one thing he couldn't risk losing. Not his brother, his best friend.

"Who is it?"

"It's, uh, Luigi. Sono a casa."

The door swung open, and there was Mario. They both just stared at each other. Nothing had changed—well, almost nothing—and yet, they both had nothing to say.

So, Mario swept Luigi into a crushing embrace instead.

"Bro! Please, come in. I shouldn't have to invite you into your own home!" Mario sat Luigi down at their dining table, before bustling off to brew then some coffee. "What's kept you away for so long, eh?"

Luigi fidgeted nervously in his seat. "I thought you were mad at me," he mumbled, grateful for the warmth as Mario slid a mug of steaming coffee into his hands.

"Me? At my fratellino? I could never!"

"Then...why have you been avoiding me whenever we see each other?"

"Well, I thought you were mad at me."

"W-what?"

Mario took a sip of his coffee. "You haven't come home in so long. You don't meet my eyes anymore. I thought I did something wrong..."

"So, you aren't mad at me for being with Bowser?"

Mario laughed good-naturedly. "I was a bit shocked at first, sure. But mad? I've seen the way you look at each other. I could never fault you for that! Plus, if I did, I'd be a hypocrite."

Luigi couldn't help but laugh as well, the tightness that had been living in his chest finally loosening. "So you're okay with me and Bowser?"

"Of course bro! He makes you happy, and that makes me happy." He nudged his arm in Luigi's direction. "Hey, you should have him over sometime. We always meet at his castle, or Peach's. We'd need to get him a bigger chair, maybe even a bigger doorway, but we can make it work."

Luigi felt the tears dripping down his cheeks before he even processed he was crying. Mario jumped up from his chair. "Mi dispiace bro, did I say something? I didn't mean to—"

But the tears falling from Luigi's eyes weren't those of sadness. "Thank you, bro," he whispered. "Thank you for understanding. Ti voglio bene."

Mario smiled, pulling Luigi into another hug, one he hadn't realized he'd needed so much. "Of course. I love you too, bro."

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: I'm absolutely bat shit crazy for the idea of an older ProHero!Kiri. That age crossover with men when they're not quite strapping young lads (early to mid 20's?) to when they're distinguished gentlemen (mid 30's to 40's? ... even if they're not distinguished, they can still look the part 😆). *I tagged some of you simply because I (hoped) thought you might like some fun Kiri stuff this morning. If you don't want to be tagged every now and then, let me know and I won't randomly add you. =)

C/W ::: M->F oral, fingering, orgasm, squirting. Pretty short, sweet & to the point 🤷‍♀️.

WC ::: just over 1.4 k

(This fucking picture thoughghafejkdajlk)

I'm very hung up on older ProHero!Kiri right now. Laying in bed, reading the news on his tablet or laptop at the end of the day. He's already washed up and his red hair with dashes of white is tied back in a sloppy bun with one of your hair ties because he always 'loses' his. But you know it's bullshit. You've caught him smelling them before. You know it's because they smell so much like your hair that he wants them instead of the crap he buys for himself.

You get out of the shower in your master bath that's just off the master bedroom. Standing in front of the full length mirror closet doors to give yourself a once over before you strut around in front of your husband like an animal trying to secure a mate.

Your eyes roll over the surface of your freshly washed body. Droplets of water ease down your shoulders and breasts, stopping for a moment to rest on the tip of your nipple before they are another victim to gravity. Looking further down at your newly shaved cunt, you're so nervous, too ... to what? Present yourself to him?

You've never done this before. Never wanted to. Never had a reason to. Kiri hasn't ever hinted at wanting you to be bald - not even trimmed. He eats his meals like a big boy: without any complaints and he always finishes what he's got served up before him. He'd never complain in the first place, he's just so damned happy to be there between your thighs.

Walking into the room as nonchalantly as you can muster, you're brushing your hair and you ask him if there's anything good in local news.

"Nah, nothing I didn't already know about, babe. Anyway, I'm about to turn in for the - um, sorry? WHAT is going on with your pussy right now? Get your gorgeous ass over here right this instant, please, mama. Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Are you trying to kill me with this??"

You blush and giggle, exercising every ounce of your willpower not to reach down and cup yourself to hide from his gaze. "You like it, Ei?" You ask, even though you're a little afraid of the answer. Despite the big stupid grin across his unshaven face.

"Do I - do I like it? *aheh* I-I-I ... fuck. I can't even talk right now. C'mere, c'mere." He lifts his massive arms and gestures for you to join him in bed. You can already see where the imprint of his cock has risen against the sheet he's got pulled up to his waist. Your pussy clenches at the excitement of what he's going to do with you. To you.

You take a few tentative steps toward the Alaskan King sized bed and walk up the little steps he built for you so you wouldn't have to struggle too much when you climbed onto the mattress. He had a special platform attached to the bedframe because he's so damn tall. You told him it would be easier for you to slide out of bed than it would be for him to have to start his day from a near crouch. It always makes him laugh, watching you do this. You just look so little to him. Oftentimes, he can't help himself but to aid you as you ascend. It's a little thing that makes both of you incredibly happy to have the other.

Once he has you up there with him, he lets go of your hand and runs it from your calves up to your face and holds you there while he kisses you softly. But you can tell by his breathing that he doesn't want to go slow tonight. His right hand is holding him up as he leans into your neck and pushes your hair aside with his left, eventually grabbing your throat and holding you there while he sniffs around at your spotless (and hairless) body.

"Sooo ... do tell, my little. What prompted the sudden change of, oh, hairstyles? We'll go with hairstyles. Why'd you shave your pussy? You didn't ... you didn't do this for me, did you? Because I don't want you to feel like I ---" He started his usual reassurance before you stopped him. "No! Nothing like that, Ei. I've just never done this and I wanted to see what it would be like. Y-you like it, though?" A wave of panic washed over you as you lay next to him.

"Oh my god, ye-yes. I fucking love it. You look beautiful. I love that I can see all of you. My pretty little pussy is all out there for me now. In fact, I think - mm-hm. I do. I gotta taste you. Now." He got up onto his knees, discarding his boxer briefs as soon as he tossed the sheet from over his legs. His cock, already leaking, slapped against his stomach.

His body is so fucking beautiful. Even more so than when he was in his 20's. He is strong. Ridiculously so. The hair on his chest sits there unassumingly. Perfect and inviting and warm to the touch. Really, he is warm all over/all of the time. It's comforting.

As you watched him make his way around to you, you glanced at the clock on your nightstand. In the time that it took you to look at that, he was on you. His giant hands wrapped around the curve of your thighs and he was pulling you toward him at the middle of the bed. You yelped at the sudden slide against the silk sheets. You moved easily enough, it was just such a surprise. Though the more you thought about it, the more you realized you should always be prepared for him to do stuff like this.

"There ... we ... go. Ok, babe. I'm going to thoroughly devour you, ok? Like, I've never done this on ... on a bald pussy before. I'm going to take all of you in. So lay back and open yourself up to me, cutie-pie." You blushed again and laid down, back flat against the bed. He laughed softly through his nose as he nudged your knees.

Kiri kissed his way from your inner knee, up your thigh to your soft folds. He looked up at you and smiled before he pushed his nose and mouth against your cunt. Your body shuddered as he moved his tongue around your clit and started to suck on it. He held onto your thighs and pressed his mouth harder against you as you started to get wetter. He moaned into you as he tasted your juices and pulled back just enough to say something to you.

"Fuck, I love your pussy. 'S so fucking perfect f'r me. Love you so much, babe. Thank you for ... fuck ... thank you for this delicacy." He dove back in, licking up your slit and sucking on your clit again. You moaned and grabbed at his hair as he started to use his fingers to push inside of you. He worked his hand so well, so gently. You felt him curl his fingers upwards as he started to rub against your g-spot. It was so fucking intense. You knew you were about to come, but you couldn't tell him fast enough.

Your body tensed up as you drew your legs up to your chest and the orgasm washed over you like a slow wave. You shook and you moaned loudly as you squirted in his face. He licked and sucked on you until you pushed his head away. Kiri wiped his mouth and chin with his hand and he noticed your body was still shaking.

"Are you ok, little? Did I ... do something?" You lowered your legs and pulled your arms from over your face and he saw your smile. "You're laughing?" He asked. You nodded and continued to laugh, almost hysterically. "What's so funny?" The look he was giving you in conjunction with the orgasm you just had, was about a blissed out as you've ever been. "No-nothing, Kiri. I'm fine. That was just really, really, really fucking amazing. I'm just happy 's all." You looked up at him as he was sucking his hand clean.

"I'm happy too, babe. And this was fun. You think you'll keep it like this for a while? Or ...?" He ran his fingertips over your mound as he kissed your stomach. "Please?"

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

so, I'm aware this is probably SUPERRRR specific, but know any fic that include selective mutism and/or DID/OSDD? (our dear Sherlock headmate wants rep LMAO)

Hi Lovelies!!

ACTUALLY I finished reading a DID fic fairly recently, here:

Fade To Black by twistedthicket1 (M, 93,389 w., 29 Ch. || Dissociative Identity Disorder, Action, Romance, Violence, Implied Rape/Non-Con, BAMF John, Fluff and Angst, Baskerville, Human Experimentation, PTSD, Implied Self Harm, Trauma Amnesia, Past Child Sexual Abuse, Protective Sherlock, Smoking, Meddling Mycroft, Past Victor/Sherlock, Gay Sherlock, Sherlock’s Past, First Kiss/Time, Happy Ending) – John Watson believes one day he'll just fade. That he'll drown in the black spaces of his mind, and that one day he will no longer exist. It's always been like this, the dark spots marking out moments in his life he can't remember. Where for just a moment he's someone else. Having a Dissociative identity disorder, he can't even be entirely sure he's really who he says he is. Then he meets Sherlock Holmes. A brilliant detective who when he looks at you can read your entire life story. John is immediately fascinated and afraid, half-wondering if maybe Sherlock can see the other personalities in him and half terrified of the thought of him finding out. Becoming his flatmate seems at once to be a wonderful and horrible idea. Yet as John's Blackouts become more and more severe and his other personalities begin to truly awaken and show themselves with Sherlock's help, the two soon discover that sometimes even the kindest person can harbour a demon best left untouched inside of them. Because not all of John's other personalities play nicely and some may be hiding secrets best left undisturbed...

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And as for the mutism fics, I have a few on my Mute Sherlock list, and I have a couple of Mute John fics on FFNet:

Lost for Words by notactivesherlockaccount (T, 6,709 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, John Whump, Temporary Mute John) – While on a case, John temporarily loses his ability to speak, and he and Sherlock have to find a new way to communicate.

A Building of Bridges by Unique (K, 12,325 w. , 3 Ch. || Drama, Alternate First Meeting, John’s PTSD / Flashbacks, Mute John, Dialogue-Heavy, Caring Sherlock, Friendship) – No one would ever send Sherlock in to diffuse a stand-off; but on one unlikely day, that's exactly what happened. "Congratulations, Lestrade," he called out sarcastically. "You're traumatizing a war veteran."

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I hope y'all find something you'll enjoy!

If anyone has anything for our Nonnies, please let us know!! <3

[cutielando]

Hello, can I request for a sad onesot of draco x reader where the reader is dying and only has few days to live and draco tries to look happy for her even though he knows that he’s going to lose the love of his life forever?

losing you | d.m.

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Losing someone is hard. Be it a member of your family, a friend, a pet, an acquaintance.

But knowing you are going to lose the love of your life is a whole other kind of pain.

Draco knew that better than anyone.

You had been together ever since the Yule Ball in your 4th year, your relationship growing into the most beautiful and intense connection either of you had felt with anyone in your life.

Draco treated you like a queen and was the very definition of what a perfect boyfriend had to be like.

And yet, your happiness was always overshadowed by something. A virus, a variable which threatened your relationship on a daily basis.

Your illness.

Nobody knew what the illness was, or what were the triggers for it or anything. It was a mystery that nobody could solve. Not the best wizard, not the most skilled healer from St. Mungo's or any other wizarding trick.

There was no cure.

Despite this, you lived your life to the fullest, knowing that your time in this world was limited and could be cut short at any given time.

Your boyfriend was exactly the opposite. He believed you should be resting at all times, you shouldn't exert yourself and get tired, you weren't allowed to do much effort, he was treating you like a porcelain doll he was afraid would break so easily.

You didn't mind it, knowing it was just the fear in him acting out. You felt guilty that you were doing this to Draco, leaving him in the time when he needed you the most and your life together was just supposed to start.

At your last visit to your regular healer, you received the news that your illness was now progressing rapidly and you would soon be leaving this world behind. To say that the news completely broke both you and Draco would be an understatement.

You thought you had prepared yourself for this moment, but hearing that your time had finally expired was bringing a whole new meaning to everything.

Draco was devastated. He couldn't even find the words to process everything, he was just shocked and numb at the same time. He wanted to be strong for you, wanted to put on a brace façade so he wouldn't add to your stress and pain, but after all these years together, you could read him like an open book.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you had asked him that same evening while you were sitting in his bedroom at Malfoy Manor.

His family had invited you to stay with them during summer break, which you immediately agreed to.

"Talk about what?" he was trying not to look at you because he knew he would immediately burst into tears.

"You know what, don't make me say it" you whispered, this conversation being as hard for you as it was for him.

He sighed and put his head in his hands, still facing away from you.

You shuffled closer to him and put your arms around his shoulders, bringing him into your body. The moment he felt your touch he completely broke down, clinging to your body like his life depended on it.

You held him tightly, whispering sweet nothings in his ear to help calm him down. Seeing him so broken and sad was tearing you apart, especially because you knew you were the cause of it.

"I just can't lose you" he mumbled once he managed to calm down and slightly pulled away from you to be able to look at your face, but still staying in your embrace.

"I know, honey, I know. This is not easy for me either, you know?" you said, stroking his cheek and wiping the tears that were still falling from his beautiful eyes.

"How am I supposed to do this without you? I don't even know how to function without you by my side" the way his eyes gazed into yours with all the love he had for you, but so much pain at the same time, was wrecking you.

"You're going to be okay. You're going to mourn me for a while and then move on with your life. I don't want you to spend your entire future in mourning, love" you said, caressing the back of his head.

He sniffed and shook his head.

"I won't move on. I can't even imagine being with anyone else" he was determined, which made you smile sadly at him.

"Honey, your biggest dream in life is to have a family. How are you going to achieve that if you don't find yourself a wife?" your tone had a slight joking tone to it, in hopes to lighten the somber mood.

"I don't know, but it's not fair that I should be happy without having you by my side. Are you sure there is nothing that we can do?" he had been grasping at straws ever since you got the news, burying his nose in every medical book he could get his hands on.

You smiled sadly and shook your head.

"No, my love. This is it" Draco sighed and buried his head in your neck, his sobs now turned to quiet sniffles.

It was silent between the two of you for a good 10 minutes, neither of you knowing what to say anymore.

"You're going to be okay, my love. I'll be watching over you and I'll be right next to you in every step" you whispered, planting kisses on the side of his head.

You might not have much time left with Draco, but you were going to make sure you make the most out of what you have left.

And you were going to make sure Draco will be okay without you.

He had to.

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[matenrou-fan]

Hi!

Could I request Doppo's wife defending him from his jealous co-workers?

Poor Doppo just wanted to enjoy a nice day off with his wife when some of his co-workers show up and start making fun of him.

This pissed off his wife so much he smacks one of them before proceeding to give them a verbal beat down.

Doppo's wife defending him from his jealous co-workers

Doppo's protection squad, ARISE

femreader, comfort, harassment obvs;; 1153 words;;

There's not that many things in this terrifying cruel world that makes Doppo happy. Most of the time he just gets used to ignoring everything around him, toughing it out day by day.

Yet finally, even his luck changed, as the poor salaryman got his own ray of light in this darkness - you. Anything - your touches, your voice, some quality time with you, or even small texts he received from your number during lunch breaks - anything that related to you makes his heart swell in joy. It's so pleasant to finally feel the taste of happiness, a real love and care from someone..

And now Doppo works really hard to be the best boyfriend you can ever imagine, always helping you and cheering you up even when he himself feels a little bit down. Because he doesn't want to lose you, his new meaning of life..

So when you offered to have a little date in the park, your husband agreed without hesitation. Well, as an introvert, he would prefer to spend his weekend in his house, sharing some lazy kisses with you, but how can he resist your sweet voice and these adorable shining eyes? Streets don't seem to be so scary and uncomfortable when he can feel your warm hand in his and focus on your voice, not on the noise of the crowd.

Bathing in rays of bright sun, you two sit on a bench, bill and coo. The weather was just great, as the light breeze freshens your mind and you do not feel dizzy from such hot temperatures.. Doppo never thought he would enjoy some loud park like this on his day off, yet he finds out with surprise that he's quite enjoying this lively atmosphere.. but only together with you, of course.

"Woah.. Look, this sparrow gets so close to us.." - he mumbled under his breath, caressing your arm so you would look at the ground. You can't help but giggle - your husband always was so attentive to such small things, you find it quite adorable. And this little smile on his lips was so precious..

"Oh, hi, little birdie.." - your voice drops to whisper as you watch a small sparrow jumping around, probably waiting for some treat from you. But then he quickly flew away, as someone stood right in front of you two and you looked up with confused faces.

These three men were total strangers for you, only one face was quite familiar - if you're not mistaken, you saw him when bringing lunch to your dear husband last time. The look in Doppo eyes tells you that you're right, as he quickly gets kinda nervous, squeezing your hand with his now trembling one.

"Oh, Doppo, didn't expect you to see here!" - one of them chuckled, crossing his arms on his chest. - "Finally have enough guts to run away from our boss? Aren't you afraid he will slam you on Monday once again?"

"I.. w-well, I don't know.." - was all his response, as Doppo forced himself not to move closer to you, feeling his heart start beating painfully fast.

Despite always feeling comfortable in your presence, it was incredibly embarrassing to hide in your arms right in front of his co-workers. It's like he's some sissy who can't even stand up for himself.. but he doesn't want to be disgraced in your eyes, to be shown as a total weak..! Yet he can't help but look away, having no idea how to talk with these three jerks.

"Ahh, I don't hear you! Are you again mumbling under your nose?" - the other one smirks, then looks at you. - "Is this your girl? She's probably thinking you're mute and dating you out of pity.."

"Yeah, look at you, grasping onto her like a pansy.. Too afraid, mama's boy?" - the third man leaned closer, laughing right in your husband's face.

Well, that was enough for you. Maybe Doppo was soft enough to just listen to all these offensive words without any fights, but you will not tolerate such an attitude.

Loud slap silences their laugh, as you were not able to control your arms and hit one of them right in the face. He immediately backs away with gasps, as two others look at you with wide eyes.

"I'm not his girl. I'm his wife." - you stood up from a bench, closing your now shocked husband with your figure. - "What's wrong? It looks like even such 'pansy' have his own business with his wife, when you can only enjoy each other's company. Or maybe none of the girls wanted to date any of you even out of pity?"

"Don't be a bitch about it…! I also have a wife, so what?!" - one of them raised his voice but his tone was not that confident, as they all didn't expect to hear any talks back.

"So go and try to save your troubled marriage! Spend some time with her, and not annoy people who're more happy than you are, ape!" - with furrowed brows, your eyes shifted now, looking at each of the three people in front of you with a mad gaze.

Well, how can these jerks respond? After exchanging glances, they walk away, casting a parting annoying glances at your husband.

"S..s/o.. How did you know he wrecked his own marriage..?" - Doppo mumbled behind you, still quite shocked. As you turned to face him, an appreciative eyes, full of awe, was looking at you.

"He did? Well, it's logical, a satisfied person wouldn't act like he's still in kindergarten.." - with a small sigh, you sat next to him, taking his arm in yours again. Slowly, the pale face of your husband started to gain colors again, and now a blush of shame filled his cheeks.

"I'm sorry.. I should be the protector of our family.. But I'm more like a trash who's weighing you down.." - once again his bad habit of offending himself starts taking over and Doppo gets lost in his mind, blaming and berating himself.

"No you're not, you're just much softer than many people around.. And that's why I love you.. I love you the way you are, my dear, so don't feel sorry for it." - your soft smile makes him relax a little, and when you lean closer to place a small soft kiss on his cheek, he completely melts.

"You're like an angel, s/o.. There's no way an ordinary person can soothe my soul so much.." - your husband whimpers, leaning for another kiss, as his hands move you closer to him.

"Cause I'm not just an ordinary person for you, Doppo, don't you think?" - you can help but chuckle, kissing his other cheek too.

"Aah..! Of course, you're my wife, after all.." - he whispered with a small smile. - "It just sometimes feels like a dream.. Mm, I need another proof that you're real, please.. B-but this time in the lips…"

[lilac-hecox]

I have this one headcanon about Ianthony dynamic which I wish was included in fanfic universe. I've noticed whenever Anthony playfully flirts with Ian, he freezes up, changes the topic or doesn't know how to respond meanwhile if others do that, he flirts back as a response or gives back the same energy and tbh I wonder why is that? Maybe because they have been friends since forever and they never had this type of dynamic with each other OR...it's different when Anthony does that because there are some unsaid feelings which he doesn't want to face, he doesn't want to open that pandora’s box, to lean into this feeling even as a joke (when it's outside the sketches). Now, I'll be overanalyzing this bit but, in the halftime, show we see how chance (A) confronts angela (I) about the tension between them but pulls away when it gets too close. Is this something what Ian feels? that if he lets himself get too comfortable, he'll be stranded on this island of complex feelings alone, yet again. So, as a defense mechanism he doesn't pander to this because he feels it's too good to be true. This might stem from self esteem issues or from the fact that he knows Anthony way too well. (I've seen this weird energy in cis/het male friendships irl that get too intense and complicated so maybe I'm projecting and feel kinda weird speculating but that’s why I added the “fanfic universe” thing. Like that corny ass quote goes "She makes me hard, but you make me soft" lmao)

ANON, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME LOSE IT!! This ask is poetry!!

It's true that Ian gets more flustered when it comes from Anthony. Meanwhile, Anthony cannot stop being flirty and throwing all these terms that are typically used in flirting and/or viewing someone romantically/sexually.

Except, like, in the last FWS (Flashback w/Smosh) with the Zelda rap, Ian was the one that pushed Anthony's joke further after being taken aback by it, and referenced them having sex canonically in Food Battle.

*ship goggles on*

So, what if there is some tension, something there that hadn't been or it had and they hadn't dealt with it. Maybe they really could be happy together now? Maybe one of them needs to take the chance and uguuu my heart over the idea that Ian has lingering abandonment issues over the fact that Anthony left and Anthony wants to more than make up for it.

It would be scary and terrifying because they own Smosh again, it's theres, what if they fuck it all up by crossing one last threshold together that they never have before.

I can see Anthony being like, "I'm straight, but not when it's you." and wanting to explore this simmering tension with Ian. I think Ian might be much more open to it all but way more afraid to even let himself go there.

[hyllatavorianaldan]

ARCANE SPOILERS BELOW

Unhinged plot developments aside, I'd really like to talk about my favorite parts of the music in act one since I haven't seen anyone else do it in much detail yet.

In s1 I definitely think a lot of the songs were very Zaun-leaning in terms of their lyrics, sound/instrumentation, themes, etc.: the majority of them draw a lot from genres like rap, rock, indie/electro-pop, and the slower songs like "Goodbye", "Our Love", and "What Could Have Been" rely more on the lyrics to convey the struggles and emotions of Jinx and Vi--the show's main Zaunite characters. But at the same time there don't really seem to be any songs that represent Piltover's more classical sound or have lyrics that center around some of its central Piltovan characters like Caitlyn, Jayce, or Mel.

Season two's soundtrack so far definitely fills that void, but not in the way I was expecting it to. I'm going to focus on three songs from act one that I believe best encompass the Piltover/Zaun duality and convey character progression really well: "I Can't Hear It Now", "Sucker", and "Hellfire".

"I Can't Hear It Now" does an amazing job filling the void of Piltover-centric character songs by starting off with one about Caitlyn and her feelings of grief in regards to her mother's death. The song is slow and the instruments used are just piano and violin (?) as far as I can tell, which is about as Piltovan as you can get in terms of musical vibes. The lyrics are also very soft-spoken in the way they're sung, and the lyrics themselves reflect the tone of the song as well--

There is an ocean so dark down below the waves Where you watch while these dreams gently float away And there is a silence so soft it's only memory Like the way your voice always sounds when you sing to me

This verse does the best job of encompassing the song's overall vibes, I think--drowning in particular is always shown to be pretty gentle/peaceful in the show, with even characters like Silco ignoring how painful of a death drowning actually is.

By contrast, "Sucker" is a very Zaunite-leaning song--and understandably so, since it shifts to focus on Jinx's grief instead. It has distinct rock and country influences (from what I can tell), and is a slow song just like "I Can't Hear It Now".

TW mentions of metaphorical suicide

Get the fuck outta my head, so long, sucker I don't wanna see you, I hate this life, ooh-oh-oh-oh Get your fingers out of my hair, you're gone, sucker Good luck killing me 'cause I'm already Already dead inside

However, the lyrics are darker and more visceral, and talk about Jinx's struggle with both her grief and her inner demons in greater detail than "I Can't Hear It Now" does with Caitlyn's grief, even calling back the way Jinx metaphorically "killed herself" in s1 when she chose to become Jinx instead of reverting back to Powder. While "I Can't Hear It Now" can almost be called sanitized in the way it handles Caitlyn's grief, only ever really talking about it through metaphors that almost feel like they're disconnecting Caitlyn from her grief, "Sucker" is more than happy to get into the nitty-gritty of Jinx's self-loathing and suicidal ideation, because unlike the people living in Piltover, Zaunites are more than familiar with watching their loved ones die for no real reason.

"Hellfire" is my favorite song in s2's soundtrack so far because it shows such a dramatic shift in Caitlyn's character from "I Can't Hear It Now", from the genre to the tone to even the lyrical content of the song.

Can I do the right thing for the wrong reason? Is it bad that I'm making friends with my demons, and Living by a couple deadly sins Just to make sure I finish what you began And I ain't afraid to lose a life or ten If it means that I get to win in the end (Woo) So I'ma do this on my own, step into the danger zone Pull the pin and watch it blow I would rather die alone

Despite being about a character from Piltover, "Hellfire" sits right in the hard rock genre--which is what you'd expect from a song about one of the Zaunite characters, but certainly not Caitlyn. But just like with "Sucker", the lyrics in "Hellfire" are very plain about the unhealthy way she's coping with her grief, disconnecting herself from it altogether in favor of focusing on capturing Jinx at any cost and "finishing what she began"--even if that means misusing the ventilation system designed by her mother to unleash the Grey on innocent civilians.

Anyway yeah, that's just my take on s2's soundtrack so far. Fucking love "Hellfire".

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Villains - Ellis Twilight

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Expect grammatical errors. Not 100% accurate.

We were ushered into the room where we would be staying.

Ellis: “Kate, I’ll carry your bag.”

Kate: “Thanks.”

Feeling my heart beat faintly at his kindness, I noticed that everyone was watching us, smiling.

(It looks like they really think we’re lovers.)

Ellis: “Whoa. Look, Kate. The garden is beautiful.”

Kate: “You’re right. Maybe we can go for a walk later.”

Ellis: “Okay. I don’t want my precious bride to get hurt, so I’ll carry you in my arms.”

Kate: “What!? That’s kind of embarrassing.”

Ellis: “Yeah? I’d like to see you get a little embarrassed.”

(This is just an act to make everyone trust us.)

(I'll lose control of my expression if I don't tell myself that in my heart.)

As we settled into the room, they explained the ceremony to us.

Layman: “What color do you prefer for the flowers? The most popular color is white.”

(Flowers for the ceremony?)

(Orange might be pretty. Or maybe light purple?)

Layman: “Miss Bride?”

Kate: “Um, let’s go with white. Hey, Ellis.”

(W-Why am I seriously thinking about this!? It’s not a real ceremony, so any color should be fine.)

For some reason, Ellis turned to the layman without nodding.

Ellis: “Can you show us some samples?”

(What?)

Layman: "Flower samples for the decoration? Of course. I'll bring them to you now."

Kate: "Ellis, are you particular about flowers?"

Ellis: "Yeah."

Ellis: "Because I want you to choose the ones you really like."

(It's not a real ceremony, so you don't have to do that.)

That's what I thought, but I couldn't reject his kindness, so I didn't voice it out.

After that, they asked us for all sorts of info about the ceremony, and Ellis and I answered them like a real couple.

(I'm pretty sure they're checking if we really love each other.)

Making decisions with Ellis was so fun that I forgot I was feeling anxious earlier.

Layman: "Lastly, please choose your wedding dress."

An array of colorful dresses was lined up at the far end of the room.

Kate: "Wow."

(This black dress is pretty rare.)

I couldn't help but stare at the jet-black dress, which looked like the one worn to a funeral procession.

Layman: "Then, to confirm the bond of your love, please point your finger simultaneously."

The layman urged us to point at the same.

(Oh...)

Both our fingers pointed to the same jet-black dress.

Layman: "As expected, you two are in sync!"

Layman: "Well, we have a few things to discuss, so please excuse us."

As they walked out of the room, I asked Ellis in a whisper.

Kate: "How did you know I would choose the black dress?"

Ellis: "Because I'm watching you."

Kate: "I see."

Ellis: "Mhm."

He said it as if it were so obvious that I couldn't help but be convinced.

(Whoever marries him will be happy.)

Kate: "I'm still feeling nervous, but I'm kind of looking forward to the ceremony."

I intended to say, "Even though it's a dangerous mission," but kept my mouth shut, afraid they'd hear me.

However, Ellis got the message.

Ellis: "I'm glad you're having fun."

Suddenly, his smile inched closer.

Kate: "Ellis?"

Ellis: "Hey, Kate. Do you want to get married for real?"

He whispered in my ear, and I flinched as his breath tickled me.

Kate: "Don't tease me. Besides, they might hear you."

Ellis: "I'm not teasing you. Also, they can't hear us."

Ellis: "Yeah, but maybe they're watching us, so why don't we do something romantic?"

His face and lips came even closer.

Ellis: “Can I kiss you?”

He was just a few steps away from kissing me.

(If I don’t move now, he’s really going to kiss me.)

My heart started to beat even faster.

(I might as well do it.)

Such thoughts flashed through my mind, causing me to snap out of it.

(W-What the hell am I thinking?)

I completely forgot that we were doing all this for the sake of the mission.

(Maybe that’s just something I want to do deep down.)

I panicked and quickly put my palm over Ellis’s mouth.

Ellis: “............”

(Ah...)

It was a spur-of-the-moment action, but unnatural for lovers.

(What if they’re watching us?)

(What’s the most natural way to turn down a kiss as lovers?)

Kate: “W-We’ll hold off on the kissing until the ceremony.”

I deliberately spoke louder as I said this.

(This reason should be okay, right?)

Ellis: “Hold off?”

He looked down at me, scowling, then smiled happily.

Ellis: “Fufu. I feel like a dog, but sure.”

Ellis: “If you want me to wait, I'll do it.”

Ellis: “All I want to do is give you what you want and make you happy.”

I looked at him smiling and suddenly realized that ever since we got here, he always made sure I got what I wanted.

(He even knew what dress I wanted.)

It's no wonder I had fun.

(He kept me entertained even though it's supposed to be a dangerous mission for him, too.)

My heart started racing again as I felt his overly sweet kindness.

(At least I'll be able to look at him properly.)

(He may not be as anxious or enthusiastic about the mission as I am, but I hope he'll have fun with me accompanying him.)

As I stared into his twilight-colored eyes, the door to our room abruptly opened.

Layman: "Congratulations. You are now confirmed as true lovers."

Layman: "Let's have the wedding tomorrow."

Everything went well.

Then the next day一

I changed into my dress, feeling a little nervous, then went into the hallway and saw him waiting for me.

Ellis: "Kate, you look smashing in that dress. It's so pretty."

Kate: "Oh, thanks."

He complimented me straight up without sarcasm, making me blush with happiness and embarrassment.

Apparently, he had scoured the facility last night and discovered that all the victim's bodies had been placed in a coffin in a warehouse.

Ellis: "I think they were killed during the ceremony, since everyone in the casket was still in their dresses."

Kate: "During the ceremony?"

Ellis: "But it's gonna be okay. I'll protect you. Don't worry."

At that moment, another couple appeared at the end of the hallway.

Red-haired woman: "Congratulations on your wedding day!"

Apparently, this couple, and us, were the only ones who'd be having the ceremony today.

When I asked about their schedule, they said they would have the ceremony first.

After that, the couple smiled fondly and talked about all kinds of stuff.

Red-head woman: "He said the concept was so romantic that he immediately started talking about having the wedding here."

Dark-haired man: "We'll move in together after the wedding, but the house we're in now will be too small when we have a baby, so we'll have to move out."

Red-haired woman: "Ahahaha! You're talking about kids already? You're always so quick to react."

(These two think they will have a happy future together. They never dreamed of being killed.)

Maybe it wasn't right to interfere if that's what the lovers wanted, but一

(Killing these people is wrong.)

Convinced of this, a member of the organization suddenly walked up behind us.

Layman: "Sorry for the wait. First two, please come to the ceremony."

Red-head woman: "Okay!"

After watching them leave, I looked over at Ellis.

Kate: "Let's stop their ceremony. They don't want a real forever."

Ellis: "Yeah. You're right."

Ellis looked hesitant for a moment as he nodded.

Kate: "Something bothering you?"

Ellis: "No, I'm fine. I just thought that if we went in now, I wouldn't be able to do the wedding with you."

Ellis: "But it's okay if we don't have any witnesses as long as we have each other."

Ellis: "Let's have the ceremony alone after everything is done."

(What?)

Kate: "You still want to hold the ceremony after completing the mission? What for?"

Ellis: "Because you said you were looking forward to it."

Ellis: "If you want to do it, then I'll do it right."

Ellis: "Come on, let's go."

Part 1╏Part 2╏Premium End╏Epilogue

[according2thelore]

2023 top five!

@preseriesdean thought it would be fun for artists/authors/creators to post their favorite five creations this year, and i agree! it can be anything: your favorite posts, fics, art, edits, fanvids, anything!

i saw some folks turning this into a tag game, so here are some tags! @deanwinchesterpregnant @dyed-red @mercette @crucifysam @weirdbrothers @togethertogethersoulmates @pookeenpie

if you end up doing it, pls tag me! i'd love to see y'all's works! :)

-lizzy

so in no particular order, here are the five fics i liked the best/am the most proud of!

considering that everything i’ve written on this account (240k words of it good lord) was published since february 23rd, i’ve got a lot to work with!

i was in the fandom back in 2012-2013 until 2016-2017, and when i rewatched it recently with some friends, i realized just how many words and feelings had been broiling since. i wrote a LOT for spn back in the day (not published, just for the pure joie de vivre), but everything on the ao3 is completely new since feb!

1. tell me, why are you still so afraid?

or, the "what do you want, sam?" fic. this one might be a surprise! it did moderately well, but i'm really happy with it! i love writing weechesters/pre-series, and i hope this fic did them justice! it hit a lot of points i liked, and i had so much fun writing it!! i'm proud of it! :)

2. you're pretty when you don't speak

or, sam's wife pov. i was shocked!!! aghast!!! frankly agog!!! at how much folks loved this one! i had the idea in the shower of all places, lmao, just the idea that wait, being sam's wife must be so lonely. it was not the usual fare (and written in second-person pov), so i was expecting it to gently and quietly flop. but no! i wrote this fic in two sittings at one a.m. the night before a paleopathology exam, so i'm shocked any of it was coherent in the morning. thank you, dear reader, if you interacted w it at all! :)

3. romans 3:10-11

ahh, romans. to other folks that write, this was one of those fics that scratched in my bones until i sat down and wrote it all out. does that sound pretentious? it was stifling; it was all i could think about. even now, i look back on it and feel like there are things that are missing, extended scenes and extra themes that i wished i had teased out. the response was overwhelming and positive and i'm so glad you lot liked it! if you ever want more...idk...lemme know...

4. we didn't get it right, but love we did our best

or, the Heaven fic! this one took awhile to make, and a lot out of me to do! it's the longest fic i've made this year, by a lot! the planning process was a lot of fun (even though charlotte was mostly asleep), and i even colour-coded themes and turning points i wanted to include. the sense of accomplishment when it was done was a great part of this year!

5. there's no such thing as a clean break, when your heart starts bleeding out

or, the stanford!era fic where dean bleeds out on the highway and decides to not tell sam about it. one of my favorite things to write is a character getting more and more out of it as they lose control (or blood), and this one was a fun challenge! i love stanford!era dean, because he's so mangled and angry and sad. i feel like that one tweet that william shatner posted where he said ELECTROCUTE HIM!!! this also feels the most like the things i wrote back in 2014, so it brings nostalgia :,)

this was WAY harder than i thought! i loved and was so proud of so much of my work this year! a top ten would be easier, but i'm happy with this list!

thank YOU for reading! :)

we are holding hands now and there's nothing you can do to stop it. y'all keep this up and we might even have to stare lovingly into each other's eyes.

[ga-yuu]

Kurama and Ibuki Sequel Preview

A Karasu Tengu that doesn't understand humans and an Oni who laughs and plays with humans.

A former adopted child and an adoptive parent----but their relationship is broken.

Ibuki: "You're the one who gave the oracle, Yoshino."

Ibuki: "It seems that I will need your help in the upcoming battle...."

Ibuki: "Will the Shrine Maiden of the Underworld give any kind of reward to the man chosen as a hero?"

Kurama: "Are you still prepared to throw yourself into the fray again?"

Kurama: "If you want to run away with your tail between your legs, do it now."

Kurama: "If I see you trembling like a fool on the battlefield, I'll kill you first before I kill the corpses."

The dangerous demons play with me and I was swallowed up in the vortex of battle.

The three of us, were not on the same page.

.........

Yoshino: "Ibuki...I trusted you."

Ibuki: "I know. And I told you that your trust in me feels surprisingly good."

Ibuki: "So much so that...."

Ibuki: "I want to tear it into shreds and trample on them."

A haunting instinct that is too strong for me, a human being to resist, and...

.............

Kurama: "...You're useful in your own way, but you're more interesting than a lot of people lying around."

Kurama: "So I allowed you to call me by my name and I remembered yours. That should be enough."

Kurama: "Why would you be happy or sad over the lives of helpless human soldiers who are of no use to you?"

Yoshino: "....After all, there is a difference between demons and humans."

Kurama: "You're right."

A barrier of race looms between us.

............

Then....

Ibuki: "Life is just a long, long time to pass before you die anyways."

Ibuki: "If I end up being bad here, that's fine with me."

Ibuki: "We'll just dance and play till the end, right? Kurama."

Kurama: "Is playing important? More important than your own life and soul-----"

Kurama: "You never take it seriously....the way you are right now is so irritating that I want to kill you."

Their relationship began to change when Ibuki was cursed for defending me.

Yoshino: "Are you worried about Ibuki?"

Kurama: "Not really. But if Ibuki is willing to give up then...."

Kurama: "I will drag the caster out and forcibly sew this man's soul to this world."

Ibuki: "Kurama."

Kurama: "And then, I will lead you by the hand."

Ibuki: "So that's it after all."

Ibuki: "Well, as you can see, I'm a dependable demon. I'm not that weak for my adopted chick to worry about me."

------Going through the fluctuating emotions.

The end of my heart trembles with emotions for the first time-----

Kurama: "Yoshino. You must only worry about me."

Kurama: "Your eyes...only needs to look at me."

Yoshino: "Ngh....."

Ibuki: "Good for you, Yoshino."

Yoshino: "W-Why?"

Ibuki: "You've managed to tame a powerful demon, is what I would have said, but..."

Ibuki: "You managed yourself in being a favorite toy...."

Ibuki: "For Kurama and even...for me."

............

We face our trials with our own thoughts and feelings.

Kurama: "You are strong. I will not allow you to doubt my word."

Kurama: "Don't ever again undermine the spark of life that I have recognized in you."

By embracing different strengths----our hearts connect.

Yoshino: "W-Why did you kiss me...."

Kurama: "Because you cry."

Yoshino: "That's not an answer!"

Kurama: "I don't know what answers you're looking for."

Kurama: "If there's an answer. It's probably because your tears make me so happy."

Kurama: "I want to see more. Your crying face, your not crying face....everything."

..............

Ibuki: "I thought you said you don't want to be held by someone you didn't like. Don't tell me your heart is already broken?"

Yoshino: "No.."

Yoshino: "Because I love Ibuki...I'm not afraid even if you hold me to push me away." (are we doing this again?)

Ibuki: "Ngh...."

Yoshino: "Ibuki....Mm.."

He can live alone. But surely cannot laugh alone.

Faced with despair, the heat we shared changes him....

Ibuki: "I'll admit it. This game is mine to lose."

Ibuki: "You don't have to be alone."

...........

At the end of our wounded love story, we learn...

That love is stronger than death.

Kurama: "I think this new day I'm living with you is beautiful."

Kurama: "Don't forget. You taught me that heart."

.............

Ibuki: "Are you happy just to watch me? Come here."

Ibuki: "I will love you extravagantly with everything I have."

One where two sweetly prodigal destinies run together.

[mari-lair]

Hello, sorry if I write something wrong I am using the translator not is my native language.

I love your fic, your watch is running honestly, it is my favorite fic but I saw that this is pre-canonical and I had my doubts about how the events of the manga They would develop with the relationship of Teru and Aka's fic, for example, the relationship between Aoi and Akane's childhood friends would not be there, I would like to know how the separation arc would develop because in the manga when that happens, Akane only loses his ability to control time but without major damage but here xD poor aka, and the current arc of the festival with the great clock and the blood kills supernaturals.

This has nothing to do with it, but knowing that Aka liked Sosuke's photos a lot, if he dies and is condemned at school, I only see Aka, not knowing who he is but liking his photos a lot and I would start to fill him with questions about what he was like be a human being and teru just saying: now also in is your problem.

I'm sorry if it's too long, I just wanted to get my doubts out of my head, I hope I don't bother you.

have a nice day

Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying the Aka fic! and I am always happy to talk about it! :D

I know I used the ‘pre-canon’ tag, and while I do want their world to be the tbhk world (with some artistic liberties), I am afraid the canon plot has already been kicked so hard it is far easier to treat it as a disconnected au in the same universe. 

We don’t need to go as far as the Grim Reaper Sacrifice’s arc for major changes to show up, the reason Nene met Hanako in the first place is because she wanted to date Teru, the equivalent of a school celebrity that you can only ‘score’ with magic, but by the time canon start, Teru would already be dating Aka: He is off the market.

So if she could see Teru with a lover I can’t imagine her trying to break them up to get Teru to date her, so she would not eat the mermaid scales.

The butterfly effect of this, plus Akane not existing, would be insane, and it would just pile up with time (cause I know canon teru has info about the supernatural that hasn’t been revealed yet, and since the fic is in his pov it just doesn’t work. He can't be a mysterious character with big secrets as a narrator). I just used ‘pre-canon’ so people would know Teru would be aged down, the most I’ll do is make references every once in a while about a canon thing... I’m sorry if it gave you hope for the future anon...

Your ask does make me imagine how Aka would handle meeting mitsuba and a severance though.

Poor Mitsuba would catch no breaks if his ghost met Aka, you are right that Aka would be a nightmare. Mitsuba, even when he tries to be as annoying and intimidating as he can, isn’t nearly as intimidating or cold as Teru, so Aka is completely unshaken when he is called a ‘pushy pervert!’ or anything of sorts.  And when Aka learn Mitsuba took the pictures?? He’ll be unbearable (Mitsuba would be a tiny little bit happy someone like his photos so much, but still mostly annoyed) Mitsuba’s rest will have no peace.

As for the severance: Aka would be doing a school patrol with Teru during obon, and since there are no signs of struggles (Akane isn’t there to fight the supernaturals), or glasses left behind it would take Teru some time to realize someone was kidnapped, he may even be oblivious to it until Aka start cracking.

(The rest of this reply contains spoilers. Not plot spoilers but tiny information about Aka’s that wasn’t revealed in the fic yet, so it could be taken as fun facts or spoilers depending on what kind of info you value.)

Both would panic, Aka does not know about the severance and one of his biggest fears is to disappear, so watching his body crack would make him lose it. Considering Teru would panic too but try to be calm, Aka may believe this is the end and cry, (he isn't exactly a crybaby but he does cry far more easily than Akane.)

Teru would freak out because he knows how Aka’s memories work: The supernatural is a keeper of the present, so he was ‘built’ to live in the present. Memories of his day-to-day life are harder to forget than memories of something that’s detached from it. 

For example: If a student graduate and never show up again, Aka will forget memories about them far easier than memories of someone he sees every week. If he is put somewhere that he has never been before and he doesn’t know anyone, he will have no connections to his school life and lose his memory way way faster so that he can avoid being stuck in the past and just enjoy the present, adapt so this new place is his new home.

So Teru is scared of just how much Aka might forget. He gives him the bracelet full of bells that he had given Aoi, and makes him promise to not take it off no matter how ‘itchy and uncomfortable’ the bells fell for a supernatural (the bells are his only guide towards whatever boundary Aka lands on).