#but m has sworn him to secrecy

[chmydarling]

aight, hear me out-

[bumblesimagines]

Grateful You're Mine

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Princess Helaena finally weds the man she's been engaged to since they were children. She finds married life to be more than she expected.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical GoT/HOTD warnings, arranged marriage trope, fluff, they match each other's freaks and social levels, canon divergent/au since the twins aren't Aegons, literally nothing else just short and sweet

Crazy we hardly got to see the pleasant and happy girl she was described as 😔 WFMF coming soon!! just thought i'd give some other characters attention for once

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As consciousness seeped into her body, the sweet smell of flowers filled her nose, powerful yet not overwhelming enough to irritate her. It took her brain a few moments to catch up and remind her that she no longer resided within the dreary walls of the Red Keep, but instead in her new home in Highgarden. She rubbed at her eyes with her knuckles gently and pushed herself into a sitting position, her eyes sweeping around the room before settling on the empty spot in the bed beside her. 

"Good morrow, Princess Helaena," Her handmaiden, Maecy, greeted with a friendly smile as she set down a tray with food to break her fast and herbal tea to warm her body. 

"Good morrow," She responded sleepily, slipping her legs free from underneath the blankets and wriggling her feet into the slippers beside the bed. "Has Lord (Y/N) gone somewhere?" 

Her handmaiden smiled knowingly, her slender fingers picking up one of the brushes set on the vanity. "I cannot say, My Princess. I am afraid I have been sworn to secrecy for the time being." 

Helaena's head cocked to the side but she nonetheless nodded silently and stood up, shuffling across the room to retrieve a slice of honeyed bread. She sat down on the comfortable chair and began eating, savoring each bite and licking her fingers clean as Maecy began delicately brushing her hair, untangling knots and smoothing the frizz out with oils. Once finished with her breakfast, Helaena stood up and blinked owlishly at Maecy when the brunette remained rooted in her spot instead of gathering the clothes she'd be wearing for the day.

Before she could question her, the doors parted and Helaena turned around, a smile immediately gracing her features upon seeing her new husband enter. (Y/N) returned it and walked forward, a servant following with a box in her hands as the doors shut firmly behind them. Helaena eyed the box curiously, her brows furrowing questioningly at him. 

"Do you recall that drawing you really liked of the beetle?" He asked her, leaning down to pluck a leftover grape from her plate and plop it into his mouth. Helaena gave a slow nod and he brightened, peering over his shoulder to nod to the servant. "I had a gift made for you."

Helaena watched as Maecy and the servant worked together to take the lid off before she gaped at the sight of a pretty soft blue dress with white accents. They lifted it from the box to showcase its full beauty, and her heart leaped in her chest at the lovely white design of a stag beetle threaded into the bosom area of the dress with small white flowers around it. She pressed her fingers to her lips, her pale lilac eyes widening as she fully absorbed the beauty of the dress. 

(Y/N) watched her, fingers fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt. "Do you like it?" He questioned somewhat nervously only for the nerves to fade at the sound of Helaena's giddy giggle. She nodded and leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips that made his skin warm. 

Eagerly, Helaena allowed Maecy and the servant to help her dress, the two women giggling softly under their breaths at the way Lord (Y/N) turned around despite the two having wed the week prior. When they finished, Helaena studied her reflection in the mirror, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip at the wave of excitement and giddy rushing through her veins. The compliments and coos from the women were swiftly overshadowed by the way her husband's eyes lit up at the sight of her. 

"It is truly lovely," Helaena spoke softly, clutching the skirt to walk better as she strode forward before releasing it to take his hands into hers. He smiled again, rubbing his thumbs over the back of her hands soothingly, just as he had done under the table during their wedding celebrations when the music and loud chatter had become overwhelming for her. "Thank you." 

"Mother thought the fabrics would have been better in green but I've always thought you looked lovelier in blue." (Y/N) told her and she felt her own skin warm, a breathy and shy laugh escaping past her lips. He released one of her hands to brush back one of her silver strands, his eyes softened and filled with genuine warmth. 

After witnessing the loveless marriage between her parents and the chaotic marriage between Aegon and his Lannister wife, Helaena grew to fear her own wedding would be a miserable one. Her marriage to (Y/N) had been arranged by her grandsire after her mother dismissed the idea of her marrying her own brother and rejected her older half-sister's proposal to wed her to one of her sons, although he remained a stranger for many years until the Tyrells expressed their desires to see their heir with children of his own. 

She'd been nervous that day, and her mother's own anxiety hardly helped her own, but when (Y/N) stood before her with a pink hydrangea in hand and his eyes averted to focus on the floor beneath them, she realized she had little to fear. When they'd been left to wander the garden with a handmaiden trailing behind them, the awkward air faded with ease once she began speaking of her beloved crickets and the small creatures she found most interesting and he told her of the flowers that attracted certain creatures. A spark had seemingly ignited, one fueled the night of their wedding day when he offered to lie to their parents when she'd grown too nervous to consummate the marriage. 

"Oh," (Y/N) brightened once more. "You must see the garden at this time of year, Helaena. There's butterflies in every corner." 

And so they took a stroll through the garden, taking in the floral scents in the air and the vibrant rows of flowers with butterflies, other winged insects, and even a few hummingbirds bouncing from flower to flower.

Her mother had been right when she told her a girl of her disposition would do well within the peaceful walls of Highgarden; everything about Highgarden felt calming. The Red Keep had a tense air to it with its gloomy weather and near-suffocating residents but those who resided in Highgarden appeared more carefree and happy. Helaena enjoyed it, enjoyed being in a place where she received smiles instead of judgemental glances. 

Unlike in the Keep where time passed agonizingly slowly with little to nothing new happening, Highgarden always seemed to be bursting with life and music. Helaena found herself passing time with her husband in the garden, her hands focused on beginning an embroidery of a pretty butterfly she spotted whilst (Y/N) drew a flower with his chalk on paper. Things were silent between them yet merely spending time beside him satisfied her, allowing her to work with a small smile on her face. 

When they finished with their respective pieces, they returned inside and ate lunch in the quiet of their bedchambers. Helaena watched the servants scoop up the plates and take them away, cleaning the table and curtsying before swiftly leaving the room and leaving her to turn to look at (Y/N). His head remained tilted toward the balcony overlooking the large maze, his eyes distant but expression content. 

"Husband," Helaena roused him, bringing him back to the present. She licked a crumb off the owner of her lips and straightened up in her seat, casting Maecy a glance. "What do you think of having children?" 

"Babes are loud and messy." (Y/N) responded, leaning back into his chair and swirling around the last of his tea before bringing it to his lips. "It would be... nice to have some, though. I think it would please Mother to have grandchildren and Father would surely dote on them." 

"I'd like to have some soon," Helaena revealed. She'd always been told she'd make a lovely mother. "A boy and two girls, I think, would be nice. Mother claims Hightowers oft' have many boys, though." 

"We can have as many as you desire."

Children, Helaena came to learn, were rather interesting little creatures that brought forth such wonder and intense feelings out of her. Helaena simply couldn't get enough of watching her newest little one sleep cradled in her arms, her rosy cheeks more apparent from the complexion she'd inherited from her mother. Daenys gave a small yawn and squeezed her eyes before parting them to reveal the violet beneath. 

"Someone has finally awoken," Helaena murmured, tilting her head to look at her husband. He held a book in his hands, one about different flowers documented across Westeros, with their sleepy twins nestled between his arms. She reached out to run her fingers through Jaehaerys (H/C) hair, unable to bite back the smile when he nuzzled further into his father's chest. 

Carefully, (Y/N) set the book aside and scooped Jaehaerys up to settle him at his mother's side before he took Daenys into his arms, eyes crinkling with joy when she cooed at the sight of him. "I hear your nieces and nephews may give Queen Alicent some gray hairs." He chuckled. "It is no wonder why she visits as often as she does." 

"Maelor and his siblings have inherited much from their parents, I suppose. A lioness in gold forced to live in the cold will always have her claws out... and Aegon's never been... easy." Helaena spoke, her arm sliding around her only boy and the future heir to Highgarden. The look (Y/N) sent her way made her chuckle, lightly shrugging her shoulders. "I am certain he is a good father even if he may not be.. an adequate husband."

"If you say so." (Y/N) murmured, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against Daenys just to hear her burst with giggles. Her dozing sister parted her eyes at the sound and eagerly moved closer, eyes wide with adoration as she took in her new sibling again. Her father sweetly stroked the back of her head, tilting his arm so she'd have a better look at Daenys. "Though, he is as good of an uncle as Prince Aemond. He has already sent the finest jewels for Daenys."

"It's not so bad being married to a Targaryen, then?" Helaena asked teasingly, leaning toward him to rest her chin upon his shoulder. 

(Y/N) huffed a small laugh and kissed the side of her head. "Yes, it's not so bad. It's lovely, if anything, dearest." 

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Azure Potion Chapter 2 Let me In

Summary: When SMG3 accidentally drinks a truth potion he ends up confessing his crush on SMG4 to Mario and Meggy. Sworn to secrecy the pair come up with a plan to find out Fours feelings and get the boys together. 

Fic inspired by Indigo Secret by @lizaluvsthis Later Chapter Next Chapter Tags: fluff, humor, truth potion, love confessions, secret crush, first kiss, coffee and bombs!

The moment SMG3 landed on the showgrounds he bolted to his cafe, locking it and making sure it was sealed before dashing to his room. Meggy sighs watching him “I should have the extra pages on me still, maybe one of them has a cure.” she starts looking at the pages, Mario sighs not understanding why Three doesn't just confess already. Meggy was so focused on reading the pages that she doesn't notice SMG4 was stepping out of the castle, Mario turns, sees Four and panics, shaking Meggy “Mario im trying to read!” She turns to glare at the plumber only to notice a nervous expression.  “SMG4 hello!!” he waves exaggeratedly to keep the man's eyes on him while Meggy shoves the pages into her pockets.  

SMG4 smiles at them “Hey, how was the dark web you guys got everything?” He looks around trying to find his partner.  Meggy lets out a nervous chuckle “It went amazing right Red?” Mario started to sweat as he gave a thumbs up “Pingas!” Meggy sighs as she turns to face SMG4.  Feeling something was off he looked Meggy and Mario up and down “You guys sure nothing went wrong? Usually when SMG3 gets things for a  bomb he would kidnap me to show me how they work, how the castle is still standing is a miracle.” 

Meggy nods “He said something about Eggdog needing a bath!” Hearing this SMG4 relaxed, pleased to know his friends were okay he waved goodbye and returned to his castle to finish editing his videos. Mario cheered that the pair managed to avoid getting caught in their lie, Meggy on the other hand turned looking at three’s coffee n bomb concerned.

SMG3 sits on his bed frustrated, he knows the dark web like the back of his hand and yet here he is cursed with a truth potion for a whole week. Eggdog snuggles up to his father sensing how upset he is, Three looks down giving his son a small smile “Thanks Eggdog, today just isn't my day now those two idiots know about..UGH!” he throws himself on the bed blushing. They know he is in love with his long time rival, what is he supposed to do for a whole week. Keeping closed would lose him money, he can't open because if one right question is asked the truth will be free.  He hears his phone ding, taking it out he sees its a text from SMG4.

His heart flutters as he unlocks the phone and see the message “Hey talked to M&M happy to know things went smooth, can't wait to see those bombs your making”

He chuckles softly at the text picturing the other man's face while reading it, and it seems the idiots manage to keep SMG4 from suspecting anything. He starts typing away “Just you wait this bomb is going to blow your mind with its power!” After hitting send he gets up and sighs. He just needs to stay away for a whole week. How hard could that be? 

A knock on the door caught his attention, peeking he saw Meggy waving at him “Three i have a few pages maybe one can help!” hearing this he ran and opened the door for her and Mario. Once they were in he blocks and seals the door again, Meggy takes everything out of her pocket.  SMG3 walks to the counter for Meggy to go over the pages, Mario on the other hand gets distracted seeing the glowing blue flower. SMG3 frowns looking at the other pages “Love potion, red string potion, ew a frog potion geez what a fairy tale. Squid none of these sound like they will help with the whole I CAN ONLY SPEAK THE TRUTH!”

Mario shrugs “Mario doesnt get why you don't just tell SMG4, you both are super gay for each other!”

SMG3 lets out a bitter chuckle “Right, hey SMG4 I know we just became friends but turns out i have a crush on you. That's how you ruin friendships idiot plus we all know he is married to his youtube channel, nothing can or will happen.” Meggy nods thinking to herself, how did SMG4 feel about Three. The pair were always together these days, naturally they would hold hands without there being any danger. She swears that Four spends more time at the cafe than anyone else in the crew, she remembers in the past how SMG4 would tell her how he hated coffee. That's when SMG3 joined the crew and offered for the first time a cup, Four drinked it with a smile and suddenly he became a coffee drinker.

Maybe there was something there, she looks at the pages and decides to ask something risky “What if we ask SMG4 for help?” Three’s eyes go wide from that “WHAT NO! That idiot finds out he will have all the ammo on me!” Meggy crosses her arms staring at the man “You really think SMG4 is that kind of person?” SMG3 stays silent looking down, suddenly he opens the door kicking Meggy and Mario out “I’ll figure this out on my own!” He slams the door and goes to the back room. He sighs sliding down the wall, now sitting on the floor he thinks of Meggy's words. It was risky, if SMG4 is still that person from before, how can he be so sure his secret won't leak cause Four will say something stupid. 

Meggy glares at the cafe before picking up the papers, she looks around noticing the flower she had was missing. Deciding it wasn't important at the moment she put the papers in her pocket, she turns to the castle and walks to it “Come on Red we need to tell Four that Three is in trouble!” SMG4 sat there staring at the pair as they explained everything to him, silently he gets up and dashes out of the castle surprising the pair. Four was worried he knows how important privacy is for the man, being an open book is asking for trouble. He takes out his copy of the cafe keys and goes in,  knowing that Three wouldn't want to see his face he would be hiding in the back room. He walks over to the wall and  sits on the other side saying “Hey Three…are you okay i felt something off.” 

SMG3 hugs himself, feeling the truth bubble its way out little by little. “No, today has been a shit show and I don't want you here.” SMG4 hums thinking of a way to get him to talk which was tricky knowing about the potion. He wanted to ask something that SMG3 would tell him out of free will, he smiled to himself as he stretched his hand so it could be seen by Three “I get your upset..but don't freeze me out…please let me in.” Three looks at the man’s hand and looks away “I’m sorry…it's best if you leave me alone this week, get it? I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE!”  SMG4 gets up and places his hand on the wall “SMG3 please, i hate feeling you in pain..i wont judge or hurt you arent we partners?” Three slowly turns to the wall placing his own hand on it, he slightly smiles as he feels the meme energy from the other side.

“I cant…it will ruin everything, so get out of here…baka,” with that he walks into the elevator hoping that Four wouldn't follow him. Four stands there thinking how he could gain Three’s trust, he walks out of the cafe and notices Mario smirking at him. The look sent a chill down his spine “uh Mario why are you looking at me like that?”

Mario hands him a bottle with a strange blue liquid “Is that the…potion?” he looks up to see a mischievous grin grow on his face. Mario’s plan was simple: if both men were under the truth potion then they have no choice but to finally admit how gay they are for each other. Slowly four reach and take the bottle “How..did you get this?” Mario takes out the recipe with a flower missing petals “Mario is very good at cooking!” The choice was now in SMG4 hand, if they both are under the potion  he could understand Three and help him last the week or come up with a plan for them to hunt for a cure. Then again Mario made this, can he really trust this wouldn't kill him or do something worse. As he stares at the potion he remembers the pain he felt from SMG3, closing his eyes he chugs the drink. 

[the-moon-in-the-gutter]

Thinking about newly summoned Phantom coming to Aether and asking to watch a show with him, wanting to learn more about the ghoul teaching him. Aether introduces Phantom to M*A*S*H and they sit down each evening and watch a few episodes, Aether watching as Phantom becomes enamored. Phantom absolutely adores seeing each of Klinger's elaborate ensembles, asking Aether about certain references made in the show.

Just some sweet quint bonding time. Until they reach the shows finale, Phantom has no idea what to expect and is oddly excited to see the ending. None of the other ghouls have spoiled it for him, Aether threatening Dewdrop to not tell him a single word about how sad it is. Phantom gets the authentic experience, sobbing for two hours straight while clinging to Aether.

The following morning Phantom corners Dewdrop about it, having known the fire ghoul has seen the show through hundreds of times. "Oh whenever Aeth and I rewatch it, we skip the finale." He tells Phantom before being bombarded with more insistence that he should've told him.

"Look Ant, I was sworn into secrecy. You didn't have to know I sobbed for the entire two hours to the point I gave myself a damn migraine" the fire ghoul admits, Phantom bursting into laughter at his admission

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4, 8, 12, 15, 17, 21, 24, 33, 25 for whatever ships come to mind for each!

Katya voice: THAT WAS A LONG ONE

all under the cut!

4 - Where it hurts WangXian "Wei Ying... Why did you let yourself be branded?" If Lan Wangji had expected Wei Wuxian to take his question seriously, he would be seriously disappointed. Wei Wuxian smiled, still dazed and drunk from the agony of his burning flesh. "And let poor MianMian be marked forever? Such pretty skin as hers should always be protected. It was not such a great sacrifice in the defense of true beauty."

But the only true beauty here is you, Lan Zhan wanted to say. He forced his tongue into stillness, so as not to let the errant thought run out of his mouth. Instead, he continued his ministrations, tending to the angry raw skin on Wei Wuxian's chest, letting his eyes sharpen with hate as he beheld the Wen crest tainting his Wei Ying's perfect body. As Wei Wuxian drifted in and out of consciousness, Lan Wangji bowed his head, pressing his lips tenderly to the wound.

The smell of burning flesh branded itself likewise into his mind.

8 - In secrecy HarryKim

Kim rested his elbows against the balcony at the Whirling-in-Rags and looked out towards the bay. There, the sun was slowly climbing down from the sky, painting the ice and snow soft pinks and creamy oranges. He lifted one hand to rub the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"It is... difficult, to try and balance your love life with secrecy. I'm sure you remember just how *avoidant* your friend, the Smoker, was, even in his own apartment. It's called the Homo-sexual Underground for a reason. You have to keep it quiet, you can't *show* it. I don't know... Do you think you're ready for a life like that?" He finally turned to face Harry fully.

Harry, who had only just recently remembered what homo-sexuality *was*, stood looking nonplussed. "So, if I wanted to hold you, or kiss you, I couldn't do it in front of everyone?"

"That's what I'm saying, Harry. In public, you have to act as if nothing at all is going on. There are *tells*, yes, signals, but it all has to be discreet." Kim wondered briefly if Harry was even capable of discretion.

"That seems like an awfully painful way to live."

"It is." Kim turned his head away again, not wanting to show his partner that much vulnerability. Thus, he was surprised when Harry approached, guiding his chin with one hand to press a kiss to his mouth. The sun itself slipped beneath the horizon at that moment, as if to give them privacy.

"But painful sounds worth it, if it's you."

12 - In grief ChengXian

The reeds in all directions whispered in the wind and crackled under the weight of Jiang Cheng's body, rustling as his shoulders racked with great, heavy sobs. As quietly as he could muster, so as not to disturb the tension, Wei Wuxian knelt beside his sworn brother, eyes reddening.

"Mother...! Father!" Jiang Cheng's teeth gnashed bitterly, lips pulled into a wrathful snarl for a brief moment before he continued to wail, unable to even hold on to anger in his grief.

Wei Wuxian lowered beside Jiang Cheng and turned to face him, hands gripping at the arm nearest him as tears finally spilled past his lashes. Everyone in Yunmeng Jiang is gone. You, and Yanli, and Jiang Cheng, are all that is left. It was not a vacuousness that Wei Wuxian was unfamiliar with, but one he had prayed night after night that he would never feel again. And now, Jiang Cheng was feeling it too.

He leaned on his elbows to lift up his own weight, drawing close to Jiang Cheng and kissing away the tears, not caring when the other flinched.

Jiang Cheng seemed at a loss for a moment before gripping at Wei Wuxian's back and pulling him close, desperately, like Wei Wuxian would turn into smoke and dissipate if he didn't.

15 - Passionately JohnnyV

Before V met Johnny, he didn't think such an intense form of self-love was possible. But now, with an entirely separate psyche hanging out in his head, V was finding creative ways to show Johnny just how much he meant to him, even as they cohabited his body.

He knew Johnny could interact with him physically, at least in theory- the punch Johnny had thrown when they first spoke had sent him flying- but it was awkward to try and show affection to someone who nobody else could see.

Thus, he asked Johnny to work with him, to try new things. Johnny could take over control of V's body- so surely, he could take control of just a part of it, right? His legs, or a hand, for example. They tested this theory-- then tested it again, and again, with satisfying results each time.

And every time, V would lean in to feverishly kiss the palm of his own hand, showing appreciation for the specter that lingered with him.

17 - To distract MariAli

"I know what you're here for, and the answer is no." Alice folded her arms and frowned, her foot tapping impatiently.

Marisa flashed her a winning smile. "What do you mean? How could you possibly know why I'm here, when I haven't said anything?"

"You don't have to say anything. Every year, I make plum wine when the season turns, and every year, you and Reimu come and steal it to drink back at the Hakurei Shrine." Alice's Shanghai and Hourai dolls stood before the jars of honey-colored liqueur, guarding them with their tiny lances.

Marisa folded her arms and grumbled, making a show of frustration while cutting her eyes to Reimu, her partner in crime. The witch's eyes sparkled with an idea, and Reimu slowly nodded her head in recognition.

Recklessly, Marisa swept Alice into her arms, dipping the magician low to the ground. "Now!" She crowed, before pulling Alice into a deep kiss. Alice's limbs tensed, then slacked, her head spinning.

Flustered and high on a giddy sort of energy, Alice's mind muddled until she was finally released. As she collected herself, she looked to the window, where Marisa and Reimu were beating a hasty escape, arms laden with jars of plum wine. The Shanghai doll moved to give chase, but Alice simply lifted a hand.

"Ugh... Let them go, this time. If Marisa is willing to go that far, she must really need it." Alice couldn't help but entertain the idea of making more plum wine, this time to be traded instead.

21 - On a place of insecurity CyGate

Cyclonus had noticed, in even the short time he had known Tailgate, that he had a great number of insecurities. Surely, Cyclonus thought, anyone would recognize this in him, but he seemed to be the only one who really paid attention to how Tailgate clung so desperately to any sort of validation, any sense of belonging or being a part of something greater.

And one of the places where Tailgate's insecurity most manifested was in his Function. On his forearm were carved carefully the words "Waste Disposal," and it apparently caused Tailgate no end of resentment. On a quiet night, Cyclonus resolved to confront the little bot about it.

"It's so degrading," Tailgate finally admitted, his optics gleaming as he averted his gaze. "Everyone else has such grand purposes, but me? I'm just a janitor!" He held his head in his hands. "Every time I look at my arm, I feel so humiliated that I just wanna tear it off." He sniffed. "I would, if I weren't such a coward."

"Wait, listen to reason." Cyclonus tried to force himself to speak gently, knowing just how jarring his voice could be. "First of all, there's nothing wrong with cleaning waste. It is a necessary task like any other, and we wouldn't be able to live in a place full of garbage." He paused, realizing that might not have been what Tailgate wanted to hear, even if he needed it. "And two, your Function is not indicative of your worth. I have seen you, Tailgate, and your intense spirit, and you are worth far more than most any bot on this ship."

"You really think so?" Tailgate finally looked back up at Cyclonus.

"I know it." Cyclonus carefully took Tailgate's hand, lifting his arm and brushing his mouth across the lettering. "And I will keep telling you so until you believe it."

24 - In danger Sufferer/Disciple

Each day in hiding, the Sufferer grew more distraught. Even as many times as they relocated, however many of their pursuers they killed and however often they covered their tracks, he knew it was only a matter of time before they were caught. He watched as his beloved mother, the Dolarosa, retreated to a place of solitude in the cavern they inhabited, lifting her hands and praying under her breath. To his side, the Disciple sharpened her claws, dragging them against the rocky floor and watching them file down to shape with marked intensity.

"Why is it that you continue to follow me?" He looked to the Disciple with a mix of sorrow and resignation. "If I asked you to run, to let them hunt me while you escaped to live your life safely, would you?"

"Never." She replied plainly. "I have chosen this path, knowing it would be hard, because of my endless devotion to you. Why do you think I would flee now, just because we're nearing the end?"

The Sufferer lowered his head, teeth grit. So, she was aware, just as he was, that they did not have long. "I only wish that... that my actions here had caused any change."

"They did." The Disciple moved close to his side, nuzzling her cheek against his. "You may not have changed the highblood's minds, but you have moved the hearts of those who struggle like us. It won't be immediate, but you have invited a wave of change."

"I would have liked to be around to see it." The Sufferer laughed, bitterly, before pressing a kiss to the Disciple's cheek. "Thank you. I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me one day for bringing you into this."

"I already have." And yet, she could not help but wish that they could remain curled together in the vague warmth of that cavern until the end of days.

25 - As a Yes HecaJun

Junko couldn't remember half of the catalysts of her pure rage. She couldn't remember the faces of her husband and son, nor the face of Chang'e, who took them from her. She couldn't even remember her name from before she became a vengeful spirit. All she could remember was the concentrated rage that boiled in her throat.

But she was slowly making new memories, and most of them were of Hecatia. Hecatia, smiling and agreeing to fight at her side. Hecatia, laughing and playing with Clownpiece, dancing across the crater of a dried-up lunar lake. Hecatia, pushing back a lock of Junko's hair and asking her if she would be interested in trying to love again.

Junko didn't quite know how to answer. She wanted to say yes. Desperately. But her lips threatened to betray her, as they quivered behind years of near-forgotten heartbreak. So instead, she closed the distance between Hecatia's mouth and her own, agreeing in a silent sort of way.

33 - Forcefully HarryJean

"Jean, please look at me."

Rather than give in, Jean continued to stare daggers at the floor in front of him. It was all he could do to keep his attention focused on that one spot, eyes burning as another wave of despair welled in his chest and threatened to crush his lungs.

"Listen! I want to apologize, but I need you to stop acting like I'm not *here*, can't you even pretend to hear me?" Harry pushed a hand through his own hair, his initial repentance giving way to frustration he knew he didn't have the right to feel.

Jean's fists gripped at his knees where he sat, teeth digging into the inside of his lip until he could taste blood. "I get you feel like shit. I can sympathize. But that doesn't mean you get to treat the rest of us like shit till you feel better..!"

"This isn't about the others. I'll talk to them later, but right now, this is about me and you." Harry's fingers twitched. "You knew what you were getting into when you started getting closer to me, I warned you about the kind of man I was becoming."

"Is that supposed to be an apology?!" Jean's eyes snapped upward to stare at Harry hard. "Because that sounds like excuses."

"I'm *getting* to it!" Harry exhaled, too harshly, trying to force out the anger in his stomach. "I *am* sorry! I hate hurting you!"

Jean's eyes narrowed, and he looked back down at the floor. "Then stop hurting me."

The same frustration that Harry tried so hard to repress flared back up. If only it were so *easy.* Why was Jean convinced that he could just change in a day? And why was Jean not looking at him? The aloofness made him *sick*.

It was so easy to stride across the floor, to grab Jean by the jaw and to turn his head upward, to lock their lips.

He wasn't sure what he expected in return, but it wasn't a hand tangled into his hair, keeping him close, as Jean's mouth worked against his own. He could faintly taste blood on Jean's tongue. When he pulled his head back, Jean chased him, briefly, before leaning back again.

Harry let out a ragged breath. "Let me start from the top."

There was a moment's silence before Jean nodded. "Yeah. Please do."

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Fics that haunt you -- a mix of fan and mod recs. Thank you for everyone who sent fics in!

the hands on the clock keep ticking by violetmessages (JackIanto, GwenRhys | complete | 10235 | M)

They all knew it could happen to anyone. They’d all seen the proof. Even if it happened to a miniscule amount of the population, it was still a possibility. But they had grown complacent. They had forgotten that they too were also at the mercy of the Rift, that the Rift did not make an exception for those who knew its existence. They had forgotten until they were faced with it themselves. In which Gwen and Ianto get sent back to 1969 by the Rift.

Don't You Know For Years You've Haunted Me by virtualsilver (GwenRhys, JackIanto | complete | 12803 | T)

Gwen has inherited a recessive trait that has lurked in her ancestors' blood for generations: she is prescient. She can see flashes of where the timeline is heading and can feel when something - or someone - changes it. She tries to use her foreknowledge to change events for the better, but securing the outcome of her interventions proves to be a challenge.

I Sing the Body Electric by Paycheckgurl (OwenTosh, JackIanto | complete | 19069 | T)

In 2008, Team Torchwood investigates a series of robotics robberies. In an unknown time and place Ianto, Toshiko, and Owen wake up in a dark room. Their bodies seem to be strangely metallic. Which isn’t even the strangest development. The strangest development might be that they remember being dead. Or: Torchwood fix it. But they’re androids.

Separation Anxiety: The Continuing Adventures of Club Wales by pocky_slash (JackIanto, GwenRhys | complete | 43412 | NR)

In which Jack is out of town, Andy has a case for Torchwood, Rhys makes pack lunches, and Gwen and Ianto put their detective skills to work.

here is the deepest secret nobody knows by blackkat (JackIanto | complete | 9658 | E)

Ianto closes his eyes in Thames House, lungs full of choking alien gas, and opens them in his sister's house in Cardiff.

Management of Dead Bodies in Disaster Situations: A Field Manual by heddychaa (Gen | complete | 2193 | M)

Darragh Edmonds is a so-called "disaster specialist". Called to the site of tsunamis, earth quakes, floods, terrorist attacks, he takes up the grim task of putting order to human remains, and he does it well. Cleaning up after a biological attack on Thames House should make for a comparatively easy day for Darragh: after all, the bodies of Thames House have even been so considerate as to pile themselves right at the front door for him. That is, until he's sworn to secrecy and sent, alone, to collect two bodies from the building's eerie top floor.

Four, Five, Six by miss winterhill (JackIanto | complete | 1495 | M)

The corridor outside his thesis supervisor's office was cold, and he fought down the nausea that was threatening to overwhelm him. As he waited, he tried to read the notices that fluttered on the board. There was a room to rent in the lower fourth. Someone was offering tutoring in mathematics; that one half-covered a poster about drugs. DRUGS WILL RUIN YOUR LIFE, written in big frightening letters. Ugh.

And Indeed There Will Be Time by kaydeefalls (JackIanto | complete | 42433 | T)

In 1919, Harriet Derbyshire was killed while investigating the disappearance of Torchwood Four in Dublin. In 2009, UNIT pulls a dying man out of the Irish Sea with a one-word message: Torchwood. Martha joins up with Jack's team in Cardiff to track down the errant branch of the organization -- before a time-traveling race of aliens can change the course of history as we know it.

Day Tripper by Gement (JackBessie | complete | 2360 | M)

Bessie's like any other companion: far from home, more than she appears, and always up for an adventure. And Jack Harkness really will seduce anything that moves.

A Vision Too Removed To Mention by pocky_slash (Gen | complete | 13920 | T)

In which Ianto is stuck in a time loop that feels more like hell.

Three Years From Now by LibidineTertius (JackIanto | Complete | 1660 | T)

If Jack keeps his eyes shut (then he doesn't see). Also, sex. Lots of sex.

don’t make me kill you, darling by princessoftheworlds (Gen | Complete | 603 | T)

Javic Thane carries out his next Time Agency assignment.

Stars by DinoDina (JackIanto | Complete | 4020 | G)

The night after Owen first dies, there's a new star in the sky. It's not there the next night, or the next, and Jack knows he's distracted, but he can't answer when Ianto asks if he's okay. He's not.

Chosen Well by Waldo (LisaIanto, JackIanto | Complete | 1707 | T)

"All of the… modifications have been removed, but really, she should be cremated.  Just in case we're wrong."

Note to Self: You’re Going to Forget All This by heddychaa (JackIanto | Complete | 2254 | M)

Three thousand years later, Jack doesn't remember much about the leather strap he wears around his wrist;  all he knows is that the device inside it needs to be repaired as soon as possible. Every year that passes he finds himself forgetting more and more, his mind collapsing under the weight of his own prolonged existence. So he does his best to follow the clues his younger self leaves him in the hopes they'll lead him somewhere that makes sense again. For now, that means one date, expressed as coordinates: 2009-08-23.

Space Dementia by chagyu (JackIanto, JohnIanto, GwenRhys | Complete | 14799 | M)

Ianto and Jack seem to be drifting apart; the arrival of one Captain John Hart will either set them back on course or completely ruin them. Ianto's not so sure which, and frankly, if Jack keeps flirting with Gwen like that, he's preparing for the latter. Alternately, how Jack's ex-lover saves his current one.

These Happy Days by violetmessages (GwenRhys, JackIanto, GwenRhysJackIanto | Series | 22267 | G-T)

A series of non-chronological stories in which Ianto miraculously survives CoE in some fashion and Torchwood Three (plus Rhys and Anwen) settle down near the seaside. This series does not need to be read in order, or even in its entirety.

Janet’s Very Big Adventure by Beleriandings (Gen | Complete | 3290 | T)

One ordinary day, the wall of Janet's cell explodes.

yours was a heavy heart to carry by someawkwardprose (JackIanto | Complete | 2064 | T)

The thing about loving Jack is this: you cannot ever let him know.

Bad Case of Loving You by virtualsilver (JackIanto, SuzieMelody | Complete | 4891 | T)

The director of Torchwood One gets a call from Jack Harkness about some shady mind control program from the 1950s and has to go digging for old Torchwood secrets, only to find some unexpected revelations of a more personal nature along the way.

Happy Birthday, Ianto Jones by aliciajazmin (JackIanto, JackJohnIanto, GwenRhys | Complete | 693 | T)

Ianto Jones is a sim, and today is his birthday.

Finding Ianto by Blackbird Song (Blackbird_Song) (JackIanto | Complete | 14906 | G)

A long time ahead, in a space bar far, far away, Jack gets a message he didn't expect.

Bilis Manger, the Demon, and the River by aliciajazmin (AbaddonBillis | complete | 1181 | E)

Bilis Manger enlists the help of his crush to help him get across a river. This is a river that they can only wade through together.

Six of Swords by Jackdaw816 (JackIanto, OwenTosh | complete | 600 | G)

The Torchwood team, but with swords

World and Enough Time (Stories From the Loop) by Jackdaw816 (JohnIanto | complete | 7224 | M)

This time loop ain't big enough for the both of them

Jack Harkness' Sexy School of Shooting™ by violetmessages (JackIanto, Gwen&Jack | complete | 1214 | T)

Jack has an excellent idea but no one else seems to think it's good. Only one way to prove them wrong.

Smile Like You Mean It by egg_agemythrusters (JackIanto | complete | 622 | G)

Jack Harkness had a smile like no other.

Dead On Arrival by violetmessages (JackIanto, GwenRhys, Gwen&Ianto | complete | 13582 | M)

Ianto Jones wakes up. The only problem is, he's certain he was dead.

Hohnq by gwendolyncooper (JackIanto, John&Ianto | complete | 1911 | G)

It’s not really a normal day to walk into the Torchwood Hub and find a goose holding a knife, but it seems that’s the way Ianto Jones’ day is going to start.

Waking God by toldthestars (JackIanto | complete | 7692 | Not Rated)

Why are Ianto's dreams coming true? What's in the box with the symbol on it? Oh, and while we're at it, what's the meaning of the life?

keep your hand at eye level of your eyes by MonsterMince (GwenJohn | complete | 8331 | E)

Five years after the events of COE, Gwen still misses her team and what she had. It's not much of a life without them, and when Rhys takes Anwen away until Gwen's willing to move on, of course John Hart turns up with an offer that's too tempting to refuse: A way to raise Ianto from the dead.

left you both of the rings by princessoftheworlds (JackIanto | complete | 21188 | T)

Ianto and Jack are the dream couple—working side-by-side at Torchwood, protecting the world from alien threats alongside the rest of their team, living in domestic wedded bliss during their off hours. But when cracks begin to appear in the surface of Ianto’s perfect world, he’s forced to confront what he knows is real.

One Last Breath by Riennynn (JackIanto | complete | 3441 | Not Rated)

Yet another homicidal alien has Jack and Ianto trapped in an airtight storage locker. Jack has a plan to make sure they get rescued alive, but Ianto isn't going to like it.

Strayverse by NancyBrown (JackIanto, IantoOther(s) | complete, series | 93, 539 | Multiple Ratings; G-E) 

Amy recreated the universe and brought back the dead, but the dead don't fit there anymore.

Conditional Iteration by Beleriandings (Gwen&Ianto, JackIanto, GwenRhys, GwenIanto | series | 78, 082 | Multiple Ratings; G-E)

When Ianto dies on the floor of Thames House, time resets for him and Gwen. They soon realise that the two of them are stuck in a time loop, giving them another chance -- or as many chances as it takes -- to save the world's children from the 456.

it means something by MonsterMince (JackIanto, Gwen&Suzie, Jack&Owen, Jack&Tosh, Jack&Gwen | complete | 11316 | T)

Physically showing his team how much he cares about them is an HR nightmare, which is why Jack never passes up an opportunity to be a fake couple with his team. 5 times each member of the team had to pretend to be a couple with Jack, and one time the team pretended to be a polycule, featuring: Having fun with Suzie in couples' therapy; making an ex jealous with Owen; romancing Ianto in Serenity Plaza; taking a ballroom dance class with Tosh; and getting dressed with Gwen in hideously boring outfits picked out by Rex.

Herding Cats by blackkat (JackIanto, Non-Torchwood Ships | Series, complete | 8061 | G)

Ianto finds himself back from the dead and, apparently, in the position to double-cross a power-crazed Norse god intent on conquering the Earth by taking out a team of superheroes. Must be a Tuesday.

I just wanted you to watch me dissolve, slowly by MonsterMince (JackJohn | complete | 15417 | E)

If John had known the true cost he'd need to pay to cure Jack's immortality, he might not have paid it. (That's a lie.)

took a louisville slugger to both headlights by Flamingbluepanda (Implied Relationships | complete | 733 | G)

Ianto has a perfectly fine morning, then this happens

Jack VS the soul stealing toys by Flamingbluepanda (JackIanto | complete | 457 | Not Rated)

Ianto is king of the furbies

The Bad Neighbor by Firesnap (Gen | complete | 30576 | T)

Rhys Williams knows there's something wrong with his neighbor. It's a shame no one seems to be listening to him.

The Author, The Scribe, The Archivist by MonsterMince (JackIanto, Gwen&Team, Gwen&Ianto, Gwen&Jack | complete | 7530 | T)

The story of how Gwen Cooper helped Jack to never forget his team, with one scrapbook. (Or, Post-COE, Gwen finds Ianto’s scrapbook dedicated to Lisa, and sets about adding to it so she and Jack can remember him and the rest of their team. It works really, really well.)

Grief Lessons by elusive_eventuality (JackIanto | complete | 2936 | T)

"What groaning, what lament, what song of death, what dance of Hades shall I do?" ~ Euripides Or a CoE fix-it in five parts, one for every stage of grief.

A Tale of Two Universes by Paycheckgurl (JackIanto, LisaIanto, Gwen&Ianto, Ianto&Team, Ianto&Tosh, Yvonne&Ianto | complete | 2305 | T) 

In one universe Ianto Jones lives and in another he dies. Only it’s not quite that simple.

tell rock n' roll i'm alone again by paperclipbitch (OwenIanto, SuzieOwen, JackJohn, GwenRhys, ToshAdam | complete | 17055 | M)

Band!AU. In which Torchwood have just about made it though as it turns out that doesn’t fix anything, Owen would much rather punch Ianto than shag him (honestly), and absolutely everyone seems to be Jack’s ex boyfriend.

Caledfwlch by BricklingGhost (TeamGwenee) (JackIanto, GwenRhys, LisaIanto, OwenTosh, OwenKatie, Team | complete | 48456 | Not Rated) 

Jack has a lifetime ban from the afterlife for stealing, Owen's fiance is a right hag, Toshiko is playing children's games, Ianto has a vampire in the garden, and Gwen has a prophetic dog of death following her around for pets.

Everything I Know About the Earth by Sorrel (GwenOwen, GwenJack | complete | 16437 | M)

Spend too much time near the Rift, and who knows what might happen. Gwen's having strange dreams, and knowing things she couldn't possibly know. Things are about to change, and not really for the better. GwenOwen, implied GwenJack, mature.

Exhibit by Mirrankei (OwenTosh, JackIanto, | complete | 38701 | T)

Owen, Tosh, and Ianto find themselves kidnapped to the future. Stuck in space 2000 years in the future, they become part of an Earth exhibit in the station museum. But the portal that brought them is broken, and a visiting Time Lord smells a trap...

Unworn World by Amand_r, cruentum (JackJohn | complete | 10128 | Not Rated)

Jack thought that John'd been way too accommodating through this whole thing, and so he wasn't in the least surprised when the doctor told them that John was too far along in gestation for a procedure.

It Had to Be You by TheSigyn (JackIanto, JackJohn | complete | 12181 | M)

After the events of Children of Earth, Captain Jack runs to the only person who can help him; Captain John Hart. But this is not how John wanted it to be.

[sparkedblaze]

Skittery. My nervous little dude I need all your thoughts

SKITTERY

I LOVE SKITTERY!!!

@emmedoesntdomath has kinda gotten me in a life preserver on the Bumlets and Skittery boat. VERY LOOSELY ON BOARD.

I still think Skittery and Blink would make a wonderful pair

Also, let me be very clear:

Blush is one of my top pairings.

But I also have the idea that once Spralbert becomes a thing, the newsies kinda go wild before they settle into actual relationships.

That being said, let’s get into my thoughts™️

Skittery is really quiet, so if they get loud, people listen. Anything they say is usually taken into account by someone.

Skittery is scared of a lot, but they’re brave as fuck dude. They might be scared of the thug that hangs out near their nightly sellin spot, but that doesn’t stop them marching right past him.

They got addicted to smoking at a young age. Younger than most of the newsies. The older kids usually try and keep the little ones from smoking. At least until they’re teens, but Skittery had snatched a pack from a store down the street when they were six. They haven’t stopped since.

They get put into the Refuge a lot for stealing. They have the stickiest fingers. They have a hoard like a little dragon. I won’t tell you where it is. I choose life, thx

Anyone lucky enough to see said hoard is sworn to secrecy, and will be found and… questioned if anything is missing.

Before becoming a newsie, they were on the streets. Abandoned by their parents at the ripe age of five. They were in and out of jail, going between eating well for days and not eating at all for a week. And then they snuck into the newsboys’ house. (And by snuck in I absolutely mean Kloppman pretended not to see them being snuck in by one of the older newsies).

Started hawkin with said older newsie, and learned how to play to the strengths of the headlines (after they were comfortable just playing the poor orphan card)

Got close with Specs and Mush early on bc they felt protected (even though they totally didn’t need protecting)

Likes taking things as pranks.

Has def moved Specs’ glasses. Not enough to no be found, but enough to be noticed.

They start giving their mostly-smoked cigs to Bumlets (and that’s how he got his name)

Bumlets and Skittery are at the very least best friends.

THEY FIDGET. THEY FIDGET SO MUCH. GODS. CIG IN HAND, HAT ON HEAD, SUSPENDERS (theirs or otherwise) IT DOESN’T MATTER. THEY ARE ALWAYS MOVING.

Modern AU things

Ghost hunting. Abandoned building exploring.

Got their nickname from being the worst about getting scared by the most mundane shit happening. Like a bird flies by and they just like s c r e a m.

Takes Mush and Blink the most because they’re the most fun to explore with, but Albert and Finch are a close second because of their chaos.

I don’t have any more immediately in my brain, BUT I might post more later.

[dreadreflection-if]

Fate. Curse. Emptiness.

Echoes of the future play out before him, which he may never reveal.

He endures this gift, like much else - always wondering how much longer he can last.

Basics:

Name: Dimitrius Zarovan

Age: 29

Gender: M

Height: 6′

Orientation: Gay

Faith: Agnostic

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Background:

For as long as he can remember, Dimitrius has Seen things others cannot. It started when he was young: shadowy wisps of fog would appear at the corners of his vision while unintelligible whispers trickled into his mind. The space around him would shift, ethereal images overtaking his senses and removing his perception of the present. Scared and confused, he was forced to watch often miserable events with no control over his own body. When he told his parents about these strange visions, they explained that it was a gift from the Mists they traveled through, passed down in his family for generations. They told him having the Sight was nothing to be alarmed by.

He knew his parents were lying even as they spoke. Nothing good is ever talked about with barely restrained fear - or sworn to absolute secrecy.

He owes the survival of his sanity during the years that followed to his grandmother, Desdemona. She taught him how to endure the visions, and soothed him when he could not. And when tragedy befell the caravan and his Sight was finally exposed, it was her who pleaded for his life.

Dimitrius survived that terrible night, but not without scars he had not been strong enough to prevent. Banished alongside his grandmother, they now travel the Mists alone - an arrangement Dimitrius hopes will continue long into the future, even as his visions say otherwise.

Characteristics:

Dimitrius is highly intelligent, with a large amount of knowledge about the arcana that powers his Sight. Years of seclusion have allowed him to learn much about nature, and he is great at handling animals that may try to approach their wagon on the hidden paths they travel. Dimitrius is also physically healthy with a great constitution - even though he is hardly able to sleep most nights. As a price to pay for his survival, Dimitrius is now mute and communicates either with hand gestures or writing. Plagued by guilt, he swears to do as much for his grandmother as he can. Hard-working and stubborn, he is not the kind of person to ask for help even when he needs it. He hates showing others how much his Sight affects him, though may be more open with someone he trusts.

Personality Trait: Once I make a promise, I keep it no matter what.

Personality Trait: I often get lost in my visions and become blind to the world around me.

Ideal: Live and Let Live. Trying to help others only ends in pain.

Bond: My grandmother has always been there for me - I must do whatever I can to repay her.

Flaw: I refuse to rely on others, even if it puts me in danger.

Appearance:

The first feature others notice on Dimitrius are his almond shaped eyes: no matter the lighting, they always seem to shine gold. Years of poor sleep have given him dark bags, and slight stubble covers his jaw. The bottom half of his face has several scars - the worst one being a long and jagged mark that cuts vertically through the left side of his lips. Dimitrius’ sienna skin is covered in golden tattoos, various symbols and lines running across his body. His wavy hair is dark black and unruly, cut below his ears. Dimitrius always wears black traveling clothes that are easy to move in, with golden piercings and rings. He usually keeps the lower half of his face covered with a long scarf when around others.

Specific content warnings for Dimitrius’ route include: amputation, banishment, derealization, depression, paralysis and night terrors.

[norteigr-if]

hvit ravni, kalld ýtar a leíde minn sjeili i streid.

NORTEIGR is a 18+ CYOA passion project taking place in the titular northern country of Norteigr and draws heavy influence from both Norse mythology and history, while being set in its own reality altogether.

You're no one in this world. Your memories are gone and all that you carry is your name. A history forgotten, only to be returned in vague whispers in your dreams.

Fate, coincidence, or sheer luck brings you to live in Midjabód, a town where you have to rebuild your life while learning both about the unrest that grips the country, and your fellow Midjabó, for better or worse. The Jarl is preparing for war, and you're left to navigate your own identity, the mounting hostilities, interpersonal relationships, and mysterious fragments of your past life you no longer recognize. Will you remember in time, and what calamity will follow if you don't?

DEMO TBA • PINTEREST • RO PORTRAITS • PLAYLIST

Characters / RO's

Vargi Geirfinnsson (M)

He almost put an axe in your face when you first met. You're pretty sure he still wants to put an axe in your face now, but the Jarl's orders are to treat you like one of their own and what kind of son would he be if he went against his father's orders. This doesn't stop him from being hostile in private, which probably means you should keep to the more populated areas if you wish to have a proper conversation with him.

While he holds unbridled suspicion and dislike towards you, he's well respected in Midjabód, and one of their best warriors to boot. He has few friends, being that he's mostly regarded as the son of the Jarl, and the mightiest berserkir in their Vikingr ranks, nothing else. Destined to follow in his father's footsteps, Vargi does everything asked of him and has the hardest time with failure, and refuses to see failure as an option even in the face of death. Armed with a short temper and a two sharp axes, he's best be left alone.

Broki Hrekisson (M)

A talented bard and storyteller, Broki was the first one to welcome you to Midjabód with open arms. Your first true friend after losing your memories, and the trailblazer to your recovery, Broki brings you objects and trinkets like a little crow just to see if it stirs something forgotten in you. This makes him a mighty good pickpocket as well, but you have been sworn to secrecy about those shady mishaps.

The other Midjabó pin him as a local celebrity, and there's no place you can go without at least one friend or admirer showing up. Boastful at times, mischievous at others, Broki basks in the attention and is always chasing a new way to keep the masses entertained. Although his tongue is sharp, his blade isn't and he never truly learnt what was so appealing about becoming a Vikingr, and holds to his quill rather than a sword.

Svala Alfdottir (F)

Svala was the one to mend your body when you arrived in Midjabód. As one of the priestesses of the town, Svala is the most respected member of the community, and people clamor for her favor, for her to put in a good word to the Gods. She has kept herself close to you, worried yet intrigued by your story of loss and feeling of not belonging, and thus uses her privilege to bring you closer to your past, through magic, herbalism, and meditation.

When the deerskin headdress comes off and blood washed away, Svala is a very soft-spoken woman. While her voice carries prayers to heavens during rituals, she shifts completely when she is let roam free of her responsibilities. She prefers quiet times with her sisters, and nature is her respite. Once a mischievous little girl, Svala also knows all the nooks and crannies around Midjabód, be it the hidden cracks by the mountains, burrows in the woods. or forgotten caves by the ocean.

Randveig Ulfbjorndottir (F)

No one thought a retired berserkir would take in a stranger to live in their home, but Randveig was the one who gave you shelter when you had none. She doesn't take anything in return, only citing that everyone needs someone to take care of them in their darkest hour. At those words, your eyes usually go to her missing sword-hand, and you think you get it.

Although Randveig can be stoic and quiet, her wit could bring even the most studious bards to their knees. Her mind is sharper than the sword that cut her hand, and she is uncannily smug, if in a slightly terrifying way. Her Vikingr past is behind her, but at times of too much ale, you see a different side to her; A young woman dancing on tables with her fellow warriors, taken back to a time when she was allowed to do what she loved best, at least until she schools herself to be just a tavern owner once again.

[geeky-politics-46]

Hey! As much as I love dom!Stephen, I was wondering if we could switch things up and if you could write a smut where reader switches their roles one day bc she sees someone flirt with him and gets jealous and he sees she has a possessive side too and then she marks him up to show others he is taken? Thanks !!!

Not Very Good At Subtle

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: When another woman flirts with Stephen you give him a reason to remember exactly who he's going home with & you don't care who overhears it.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - Dom/sub dynamics, jealousy, dirty talk, pet names, oral sex (m receiving), little bit if rough play, semi-public sex, language, it's just pure filth

I may have been imagining this ever since we started seeing pics of him in that suit. I have zero shame. Written so reader can be either a regular person or sorcerer/Avenger.

Nat could tell by the way you jabbed the swizzle stick at the ice in your drink that you were ticked off. She followed your glare and saw the source of your displeasure. A female reporter in a cocktail about one size too small who was trying to cozy up to a certain sorcerer. It didn't help that he looked absolutely fucking delicious in that suit.

You were far less than entertained at the over the top way she had taken to showing her interest in Doctor Stephen Strange. He was an incredibly charming man who had the handsome good looks of a classic movie star. It was just the icing on the cake that he was a genius as well as an MD. He also loved to show off. Literally turning water into wine as one of his favorite party tricks. All those features easily attracted many lovely women or men whenever he wanted, and sometimes when he didn't.

All things that had attracted you to him. Which is exactly why you were perturbed. She was flirting with your man, and while he wasn't necessarily reciprocating it he wasn't dismissing her either. He was making sure to split his attention between the other two or three people in the cluster around him. Occasionally awkwardly acknowledging her when she would place a hand on his upper arm or toss her hair with a phoney laugh before trying to shove her cleavage toward him. 

You had arrived together but quickly found different places to stand. Everyone knew you were friends but you didn't want to be seen as "his date". You were both trying to keep your relationship quiet for the time being. 

Hell the only reason Nat knew why you were so mad was because she had found a little love note he had left for you one day when she was rooting through your purse for a pen. Before she could call you on it loud enough the whole city would know you managed to wrangle her into a room and tell her everything. 

That yes, you and Stephen were seeing each other. That you were a couple. You just weren't ready to be out in the open yet. So other than her, and you suspicioned Wanda, Wong was the only other one who knew for sure. They both had been sworn to secrecy.

Once you had arrived at the event you quickly found the girls and made a beeline for them. Wanda tried to split her time with Vision. Nat and Maria both liked to hang together and people watch. Stephen was more or less forced to mill around, schmoozing with all of the bigwigs. Trying to keep the Avengers in good social standing meant playing dancing monkey. 

"You grip that glass any tighter and you're gonna break it." 

Nat couldn't help but tease you a little. She thought it was adorable the way you and Strange would both dance around each other whenever you were in the same room. You were both terrible at trying to be secretive. How everyone didn't already know about you two was beyond her.

"You know if you want to get his attention you could just go get Bucky or Thor to dance with you." 

A faux innocent grin played on Wanda's face. Trying to goad you into confessing. Or at the very least creating an interesting show for everyone else to watch.

It was now Maria's turn to poke at you. "I think it's more she just wants him away from her."  

"Oh my god does everyone know?" 

They all chuckled and looked at you. Shooting you a look that said just how bad your poker face had really been. Wanda was the one who decided to answer.

"No. Clearly she doesn't. I think most of the guys are still oblivious to. Other than Vis."

You heard the reporter's laugh again and slammed your glass down on the bartop, inadvertently garnering more attention toward yourself. 

"Okay that's it", you said pointedly just as she took another step to try and press herself closer to Stephen. You launched yourself in their direction and walked briskly toward the small group. Slowing as you approached to look more inconspicuous. Once you were behind Stephen you reached around to touch the arm closest to the reporter and wedged your body between them.

"Excuse me, Dr. Strange, we seem to have a little matter that could use your attention in the other room. If I could borrow you for just a moment."

You could see the panic behind his eyes. You called him "Dr. Strange". You never did that. He could also see the reporter staring daggers at you and already trying to reach around you to grab onto his arm to get him to stay.

He fumbled out a hurried "of course", and started following you toward the single bathroom just off the main room. Just barely avoiding the grasp of the now offended other woman. 

You both tried to keep a casual pace, but took large steps to get to the door as quickly as possible. You had no backup plan if someone else beat you to the currently unoccupied private space. Maybe there was a closet nearby, but you didn't have the patience left to look for it.

You pushed him into the bathroom ahead of you and swiftly moved to lock the door behind you. He was already starting to try to calm you down before he even turned to face you. He was very aware why you were upset and wanted to assuage any worry you had. He was crazy about you.

You clapped your hand over his mouth to shush him and pushed him back to the wall with the other. His eyes showed his shock. He was used to being the dominant one and your show of predation caught him completely off guard.

"Shut up Stephen. I'm going to talk, and you are going to answer when told. Do you understand me?" 

A playful glint in your eye told him he should only be a little afraid. You were still in earshot of everyone else surely you wouldn't do anything too crazy. He nodded his head.

"Good boy" 

You pulled your hand away and kissed him hard. Letting your hands ruffle his hair and your body press firmly to his. When you felt his hands grab your ass you reached back and swatted them away signalling you could touch him, but not vice versa. You let the kiss slow before breaking away. 

Smiling at the flush now on Stephen's cheeks and your lipstick now smeared on his mouth. You let your hands slide down his collar to play with the knot in his tie. Letting him catch his breath before you continued on with your game.

Once you could tell his vision was focused and he was paying attention once again you loosened his tie and undid his top button as you let your words fall slow and sultry. Heavy with the possibility of consequence for his action. You were a lioness who had cornered your unsuspecting prey. This was a side of you Stephen had never seen before. Though thrown off balance still, your prey was all too willing to let you devour him.

"Did you think I would really stand by and watch her throw herself at you Stephen? Did you think I didn't notice whenever she would run her hand up your arm? Wanting you to touch her. You wouldn't though, would you baby? There's only one woman you want to touch, isn't there?"

He dropped his head back against the wall and your lips found his throat as you reached down to grab his crotch in one hand. Sucking and biting little marks against the sensitive spots on his neck in between your words. You were marking your territory. 

You knew the answer to your question, and he knew that you knew the answer. 

You could feel his heart starting to race as you let your hand start to stroke and massage his cock. Feeling him grow and harden, hot and heavy under your touch. 

"There's only one woman you want to touch you isn't there Stephen? You like it when I touch you don't you baby? Like when I stroke your cock just like this." 

Stephen moaned and started to grind his hips against your hand. His hands gripped at your hips hesitantly but he didn't try to pull you closer. He didn't know what your endgame was and he didn't want to do anything to accidentally make you stop. 

'You like when I suck your cock too, don't you?"

At that he whimpered a little. He was already putty in your hands and the thought of your mouth on his cock only melted him more. His eyes were squeezed shut and he nodded frantically as he tried to stay quiet.

The hand that was still resting on his chest quickly moved up and pulled his hair hard in your fist making him look you in the eyes. A firm look now on your face.

"Answer me Stephen." 

"Fuck yes sweetheart. Love when you suck my cock. Your mouth feels so good baby. Best I've ever felt. Always want you to suck my cock."

You hiked up the bottom of your dress and knelt down in front of him. Your eyes never left his and the Cheshire cat grin never left your face. Even if you were the one in the physically submissive position you were still very much the one in charge. 

"Well, if you want it Stephen, let me hear you beg for it." 

You dropped your head forward placing a long lascivious lick over the bulge in his expensive suit pants. Teasing him through the fabric. Knowing he would be able to feel the warmth of your tongue just enough to drive him crazy.

Stephen was clearly torn between desperately wanting you to continue and being very aware that everyone in the other room probably saw you disappear in there together. You had already been in there for a decent amount of time. People would get suspicious soon. Plus he knew he wouldn't be able to be quiet if you started sucking him off.

You started to place kisses over his now painfully hard cock. Gazing up at him like you were the one pleading to get him in your mouth. Seeing you look so wanton but so in control was what broke him.

"Fuck it, fuck it if they hear. Want you to suck my cock so bad sweetheart. Need to feel your warm wet mouth, and god the things you do with that tongue. Please suck my cock baby. Please. Need my cock in your mouth."

You licked your lips in anticipation as you undid his dress pants pushing them down to his knees. Taking a moment to admire the tent in his briefs where his cock strained under the fabric. You also couldn't help but take a little lick of the damp spot that had now formed where the head of his cock had already started leaking. Humming in delight at the hint of the taste of him, and making him give out a needy little moan. 

You cocked your head up at him with a cheeky smirk as you grabbed the waistband of his underwear and started to pull them down.

"Don't worry Doctor. You know I can make you feel so good."

You made sure to position yourself so that when his long cock sprung free from its constraints it came very close to smacking you in the face. 

Smiling as you gripped his base and kissed his swollen tip before starting to place little kitten licks over it. You stuck out your tongue and made a big show of licking up and down his shaft. Your other hand slid up to start playing with his balls. He was starting to throb in your hands. 

High pitched whimpers and groans coming from the powerful man above you. Little pleas of "please y/n, please." Urging you to suck him in. 

"Since you beg so nicely baby."

You still started slow. Sucking in just his head but moaning as you did. Making a very shallow bobbing motion you slowly started taking him in deeper. Each time you came up you made sure to pull off with a little bit of a pop. You wanted this to be nice and sloppy. A blowjob Stephen would never forget.  

You slid him down your throat inch by inch, holding him there once you hit the base of his cock and swallowed around him the best you could. Using one arm you tried to hold his hips mostly still, looking up at him as the corners of your eyes started to water. Your mascara and eyeliner starting to smudge and run under your eyes.

You let him try to rut against the back of your throat for a moment until you ran out of air. Gasping as you pulled all the way off of him. A string of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock before dripping down your chin when you lowered back and started bobbing on his entire length. 

He clawed at the wall. Desperately trying to keep from grabbing at your hair. He was going to be good and follow your rules because fuck he needed to cum so bad. Between his moans and the cursing mixed with begging, interlaced with the erotic sound of you slurping at his cock there was no way someone couldn't hear exactly what was going on in that bathroom. Stephen was so far gone he couldn't care less.

He practically sobbed when you pulled your mouth away from his throbbing cock. Spitting on it before you started stroking him in your hand. You ducked down to lick and kiss his balls, you could feel them starting to tighten to his body as you worked on him. He was close. 

"I love sucking your cock Stephen, tastes so fucking good. You've got no idea how wet you've got me." 

You moaned as you stroked him and made a show of grinding your hips against nothing. Stopping when you took his head in your mouth and swirled your tongue around the ridge. Licking up all the pre-cum he was dribbling as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. You licked and kissed every inch of his manhood until you were ready to finish him.

"I know you're ready to cum Stephen. You want to cum in my mouth baby? Beg to cum down my throat. Then we can go home and I'm gonna ride your face. Does that sound good, baby? Tell me what you want."

Without waiting for him to answer you started bobbing up and down faster, using your mouth and your hands in sync on him. One hand stroking his base when your mouth pulled up to his head, your other hand tugged gently at his balls like you were milking them. Making sure to give him as much stimulation as you possibly could. Honestly, you were a little surprised when he managed semi-coherent full sentences. 

"God - FUCK! - yes baby, please let me… please make me cum in your mouth. Uhhh! Need to… need to. Need you, need your pussy. Fuck fuck fuck!" 

He came with a loud groan and practically doubled over your body as you swallowed everything he gave you. Smiling to yourself as you let him slide from your mouth. Being sure to lick him clean as he came down from his high. 

You gingerly and carefully pulled up his underwear and pants, tucking him back in before fastening them. His eyes were closed and his mouth was hanging open as he rested against the wall. His normally perfect hair sticking every which way and a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. 

You redid his shirt button and straightened his tie, making the handy work you had done on his neck was still somewhat visible. You stepped over to the sink to wet a hand towel before moving back to him. Brushing his hair back into place before using the wet cool cloth to mop his brow.

His eyes were now open and he smiled as he looked down at you as you cared for him. He knew he had hit the jackpot with you. He tilted your chin up with one hand to gently kiss your lips before taking the hand towel and using it to wipe the smeared makeup from under your eyes. 

He pulled you against him and nuzzled into your hair. Humming in contentment and rocking you side to side gently. Stopping and pressing multiple kisses to your forehead.

"You know you had absolutely no reason to worry right? As far as I'm concerned you were the only woman in that room tonight and any other night. I do think our little secret might be out though. We weren't exactly quiet." 

You giggled at his last statement.

"Well you weren't quiet." 

You could practically hear him roll his eyes at your retort.

"Either way though, I don't care. Take me home Stephen. I just want to be with you. You go out first and get my coat. I'll meet you at the door."

He swallowed and started walking toward the door, readying himself for the most public walk of shame of his life. You watched him through the mirror as you fixed your hair.

He barely cracked the door and tried to slip out unnoticed despite the fact that your amorous activities still clearly showed on his skin and in his demeanor. You smiled at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands and waited an appropriate amount of time to exit. 

Where Stephen tried to fly under the radar you made no attempt to hide. Walking straight through the center of the room with your head raised high. You felt untouchable. As you walked the crowd parted for you like the Red Sea. An aura of sex now surrounding you. 

Deciding to make a little detour you set your handbag on the bar next to the reporter who now stood in stunned silence. You grabbed the martini in front of her and downed the last sip before picking up the napkin underneath it and dabbed at the corners of your mouth. You placed both back down in front of her as You pulled a compact and lipstick bullet from your bag. Making a show of reapplying your lipstick.

You popped both back in your bag and turned to leave. Making sure to look her dead in the eye with a cocky smirk on your face as you turned. The sway in your hips now even greater as you walked through the crowd toward the door where Stephen was already waiting with your coat. 

The clumps of Avengers you passed all displayed different reactions. Tony and Clint grinning from ear to ear, with Pepper and Rhodey trying to hide grins. Steve and Bruce blushing, unable to make eye contact with you. Thor, Sam, & Bucky tipped their glasses and acknowledged you with a "ma'am" or a wink. Wanda giggling next to a quizzical faced Vision. 

Nat turned to nudge your shoulder as you went to walk past her and wiggled her eyebrows. 

"Subtle", she said in a hushed tone. Though it caused Maria to snort loudly next to her.

You grinned back at her without hesitation, eyes never leaving you disheveled & now marked up Doctor.

"Guess I'm not very good at subtle."

A devilish grin appeared on her face before she winked at you.

"That's my girl."

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Human Comedy: Humanity - 4

Arashi: Come on, already! We have to get moving, Mika-chan! The Repayment Festival's about to start!

Content Warning!

Mentions of death within.

Location: Underground Live House

Arashi: Come on, already! We have to get moving, Mika-chan! The Repayment Festival's about to start!

Mika: Ngah~... I wanna finish up what I'm doin' here first, so why dontcha go on without me?

This is somethin' real important fer Knights, ain't it? Ya don't wanna be late!

Arashi: It doesn't feel right leaving you alone, though?

Mika: 'S fine, I promise! Valkyrie's not even gonna be in RepayFes, so it don't really matter if I show up late.

Arashi: Mm~... I haven't said a word all this time, but what if I told you that the two of you actually are performing?

Mika: Huh? Whazzat? I didn't hear nothin' 'bout that!

Arashi: I was sworn to secrecy—that overbearing "Oshi-san" of yours actually lowered his head and practically begged me for help.

Listening to him was as tedious as ever, but I could tell he was almost frantic, and he brought up some good points...

Quite honestly, the fact that I've managed to keep my lips sealed until now impresses even myself, but there's no time to explain.

Mika: Eh... Naru-chan, ya really had a chat with Oshi-san? When?

Arashi: Remember that day when you looked like you'd gone through the wringer? Right after that, I went to find him—I grabbed him by the collar and demanded that he tell me everything.

Honestly, I can't even remember the last time I lost my cool like that; I seriously thought I was gonna knock your "Oshi-san's" lights out for real. ♪

Mika: Wh-what good would hittin' him do? Violence won't help nothin'; Oshi-san would probably just keel over an' die from shock!

Arashi: Aww, he would've been fine! Maybe it's because you've been looking after him for all this time, but... Whatever the reason, he's way tougher than I remembered—or it's more like he's gotten super gutsy.

I was actually pretty impressed.

The moment he saw the look on my face, he just rolled right over and said, "do as you please."

But he asked for me to spare his face if I was going to hit or kick him—the fans at the Repayment Festival would be concerned if they noticed he was hurt, after all...

To see your "Oshi-san" acting like that... it's hard to believe, but it seriously made my opinion of him shoot way up~

After hearing what he had to say, I couldn't help feeling guilty, but there was nothing else to do except walk away.

It was like, "What am I supposed to do with my raised fist now? Should I just hit him as hard as I can on the RepayFes stage instead?"

Either way, we've been in contact ever since—I've been calling him regularly and giving him secret reports on how you're doing.

I'm sorry for acting like some sort of spy.

Mika: Hmm...? So that's how ya found out 'bout Oshi-san's plan to perform at RepayFes?

Arashi: Yep! It was honestly pretty amazing... Literally everything you've done since then is exactly as he predicted. It's like he has you right in the palm of his hand, huh, Mika-chan?

Or, since this is you, should I describe it instead as him pulling all the strings?

Mika: ...Nah, I'm pretty sure it ain't like that. Oshi-san wasn't tryin' to pull me in one direction or another, he just knows me well enough to guess how I'd move...

He's prone to worryin', y'know? Betcha he was so anxious that he could hardly stand it, but he trusted 'n waited fer me instead.

I kinda reckon he's puttin' too much faith in me.

Y'know, I ain't really got that much confidence... But if nothin' else, I wanna try my best t'live up to what he wants.

Arashi: Hm~m? I'm not so sure about that—the two of you always seem to have your own little way of doing things that nobody else can figure out, you know?

Mika: Ahaha, I know, right? It's 'cause I'm Oshi-san's family.

Nazuna: Kagehira...!

Mika: Huh!? Nazuna-nii! What's goin' on?

Nazuna: So you really were here...! What are you even doing in a place like this!?

Mika: Eh? Ehh? Um, ya wanna know what I'm doin'?

Well, right now I'm kinda... breathin', 'n blinkin' my eyes, 'n lookin' at ya, Nazuna-nii...?

Nazuna: That's not what I'm talking about! Sheesh, where do I even start with you!?

Kagehira, weren't you supposed to go back home? Isn't that what Itsuki told you to do?

Mika: Ah~, I did go rushin' to my hometown fer a bit, but then I came right back...

Oh, d'ya want a souvenir? Here, I've got these octopus-flavored chips... Lately it seems like they've been makin' more 'n more stuff that you'd only find around there. ♪

I don't normally buy this kinda stuff, so I thought it was pretty cool t'see, y'know?

Nazuna: ...? ...?

Arashi: Ufufu. I feel your pain, but trying to get a straight answer from him isn't really worth it, Nazuna-chan.

The two of them in Valkyrie really do have their own language that only they understand, so as outsiders we're totally lost, huh?

Nazuna: Oh, Arashi-chin... Um, what are you doing here? Are you and Kagehira here together?

Arashi: Yep. I've been busy preparing for the Repayment Festival, too, but I always made sure to stop by at least once or twice every day to check on him.

To tell you the truth, I didn't want to leave his side for even a second, you know?

But Mika-chan kept saying I didn't have to stay, and it's not like I had a lot of free time, either...

Still, this boy would be working 24/7 if nobody reminded him of basic human needs like sleep and food, so someone had to make sure he was looked after, right?

Mika: Yeah... I'm real grateful, Naru-chan. Thanks t'you, I was right comfortable stayin' here ♪

Arashi: There's no need to thank me. But come spring you're going to be living on your own, right? Are you sure you'll be okay? I'm beginning to worry...

Mika: 'S gonna be fine, I promise! Even back home... I got praised lots fer how much I've grown up. ♪

Arashi: It's honestly more incredible that you've even survived this long...

Hold on, we can't stand here just chatting like this! We've got to hurry back—the Repayment Festival's about to begin!

Nazuna: Y-yeah, that's true, right? Besides, we can keep talking along the way...?

Mika: Ah, can y'all hang on a sec? It'd be a real shame if I forgot t'bring along the outfits I worked so hard on.

Nazuna: Outfits? You mean, you made them?

Mika: Yep. Though I can't totally take credit fer 'em, since I used a couple of Oshi-san's old sewin' patterns 'n stuff. It'd be right bold of me to act like it's an original design.

But still, I worked real hard day 'n night to get 'em done... and if that ain't enough to prove that I poured all my heart 'n soul into 'em, I dunno what is.

The way things are now, I've got no right t'talk to Oshi-san...

But if I can't ever talk to him again, then I reckon I'd rather be dead. That's why I've gotta keep givin' it my all to live up to what he expects.

And right now, everythin' I am and everythin' I feel is right here in these outfits.

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꧁𝐴𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠꧂

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𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑤𝑜! 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 @sourluci 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒

Your relationship with Lucifer was…complicated to say the least. From the moment you stepped foot in Devildom to now, the way he acted towards you has wildly changed.

At this moment, he’s been avoiding you non-stop. You would walk into the common area where everyone is hanging out, and he’d immediately excuse himself. Lucifer also stopped attending meals with everyone.

His work normally takes him away from dinner maybe once in a while, but he’s never just bailed entirely.

When you offered to take food to him, the brothers objected. As soon as they did, you knew something was up. You just didn’t know what.

After explaining all of this to Solomon, Luke, and Simeon over tea, they clearly didn’t have any answers anyway.

“What am I going to do?” You mumbled before taking a sip of the aromatic drink.

“Maybe you should just ask him,” Luke said causing Simeon to laugh.

“It’s so cute how innocent you are.”

Your eyes narrowed onto Simeon as you start seeing him sweat bullets.

“You know something don’t you?” All eyes now were on the angel as he tried to gather his bearings. clearly trying to pull an explanation out of thin air.

You sighed, “It’s ok. You’re probably in the same situation as the brothers. Sworn to secrecy.”

“Maybe you should spy on Lucifer,” Solomon threw out there, “You might be able to find out some clues as to what he’s hiding.”

That wasn’t a bad idea. Problem is, Lucifer is eons smarter than you were. Trying to spy on him seemed like an impossible task.

“It’s worth a shot MC.” Solomon read the doubts on your face, and you figured he was right. This might be the only way to understand what was going through Lucifer’s complex mind.

—

You stalked the hallways at a good distance. Lucifer hadn’t turned around to see if someone was tailing him.

Mission: Espionage is going as plan. He turned to walk into the student council room where he met up with Diavolo and Barbatos.

“Ah Lucifer!” Diavolo cheered, “How are things going?”

Lucifer sighed, “Not good. I feel like I’m going to fail at some point.”

Fail? So, he’s doing a favor for Diavolo.

“You should keep at it,” Barbatos said, “Seeing the plan go through might give you the reward you want”

Of course, they were gonna be cryptic about it all.

“Why don’t you just take the easy route and just tell them?” Diavolo asked a fair question. Tell what to whom? You were so close to the answer you could taste it.

“MC, what are ya doing?” Mammon came from behind and scared the living daylights out of you. You couldn’t help the squeak that left your lips.

Shit

The trio in the room turned around to the hallway entrance to see you and Mammon standing there.

“Yes, what were you doing?” Lucifer’s eyes narrowed on you, and you felt tingles run down your spine.

“M-me? I wasn’t doing anything.” Awful lie, “Well actually I dropped a contact on the ground, and I was trying to find it.”

“But MC, you don’t-“your hand flew to Mammon’s mouth to get him to shut up.

“I think you mean I didn’t find it.” You hissed at the Avatar of Greed, “They’re pretty tricky to find when they fall onto the ground.”

You quickly dropped to your knees to pretend to find it, “There it is! Found it. I should get going.”

Before anyone could say anything, you took off with Mammon in hand. He was a liability and had to be in on the plan. You proceed to tell him about what you were doing.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Mammon said, “Lucifer would string you up on the ceiling if he caught you.”

“Which is why I’m trying NOT to get caught, but you almost blew that for me. I think I was on the brink of finding out why he’s avoiding me.”

Mammon just scoffed, “You’re not gonna find out. Remember Lucifer is one of the most secretive people out there. You really think that he’d leave an obvious breadcrumb trail for you to follow.”

You opened your mouth to say something but couldn’t. Mammon was right. He did lie about Lilith for many years before the brothers found out.

Mammon started to panic seeing your dejected and hurt face, “O-ok. The Great Mammon is going to help you. You should be honored that I would do this for you.”

Your smile returned, “Thank you so much Mammon.”

A blush grew on his face, “Yeah, yeah. Ok, I know tonight he’s going to be at the Demon Lords Castle. So, you’ll probably be able to find something in his study. Problem is, you need a password to open the door.”

“Ok. Do you know the password?” Mammon crossed his arms and huffed.

“No. He changed the password recently, and I haven’t been able to figure it out.” Mammon sighed, “I just want Goldie back.”

That’s gonna be a problem. It literally could be anything. Dejected, you thank Mammon and left to brainstorm any ideas.

—

You got nothing. You’re standing in front of the door, and it won’t budge.

Groaning, you decided to just give random guesses.

“Lord Diavolo?”

Nope.

“Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor.”

Also didn’t work. Maybe it was more obvious than the brothers.

“Lilith!”

Reaching for the knob, you were sure it’d open up, but it didn’t. You leaned your back against the door and slid down to the floor.

“Why is this so hard? I just want to know what he thinks of me,” you cried, “I guess I can only imagine him saying ‘I love you, MC’”

Suddenly, you heard a click. You stood up and found the door was finally unlocked. Flabbergasted at what just happened, you decided to press on. Maybe it was just a fluke. A joke.

Being in the empty study felt wrong, but you had to carry on. You sauntered over to the desk to flip through the papers on the desk.

So far, it was student council budgets, Mammon’s bills, and other random pieces of papers that had his handwriting on them.

Maybe he’d have something in one of his drawers. Like a personal journal. He seemed like the person to keep a log of everything he’s done.

“Let’s see…” you mumbled to yourself. The top drawer didn’t have anything of note, so you moved to the bottom one. Your face lit up when you saw the leather bound notebook. Before you could reach in to get it, you saw a gloved hand close the drawer.

A sense of dread filled your stomach. Do you dare look up?

When you did, you saw Lucifer’s unamused face, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I…uh…” you couldn’t exactly talk your way out of this one. You accepted defeat, “I was trying to figure out why you’ve been avoiding me.”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, “And you didn’t figure it out when you walked in? Did you really have to go through my personal effects?”

“N-no…”

A sly smile than formed on his face, “Amusing that you managed to open my office door and still not know.”

He helped you up and pulled you close, “I was afraid you’d notice what my feelings were to you. I wanted to save face, to not make a fool of myself if they weren’t reciprocated.”

“What do you-“

“I love you, MC. You have consumed all of my waking thoughts and my soul. I never thought a human would stir these emotions in me.”

This was the first time you saw him so vulnerable, his emotions being so raw. You couldn’t help but lean up on your tip toes to place your lips on his.

It felt like fireworks went off in your head, how his lips felt so perfect against yours.

You never understood why he was so afraid to tell you that he loved you.

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half-Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Part 2!

Part 1 Lessons 1-5 Lessons 5-6 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

Okay, They’re Your Cousins but You’re Not Sure How They’re Related to You...

(Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke)

(It’s mostly Luke)

Barbs likes smol Lucifer. Smol Lucifer likes Barbs. They bake together with Luke. MC nearly set the kitchen on fire. MC needed to learn to cook.

MC is forever delegated to mixing duty because they refuse to admit that they don’t know how to work the oven.

Simeon is the one telling MC embarrassing stories about Lucifer and the rest of the Student Council from when they were all angels. Lucifer never hated Simeon more than when he found out that Simeon told MC about how hard Lucifer cried when he got to hold baby Mammon for the first time. MC was sworn to secrecy.

Well... sworn to secrecy, but if Uncle Mammon just happened to find out through a series of coincidences it wouldn’t be MC’s fault, right?

Simeon also tried to help teach MC to fly... but he kept distracting them with stories about Lucifer and Michael learning to fly.

“So my father was even WORSE than he told me he was?!”

“Yes, he actually challenged Michael and Raphael to a race at one point. Lucifer ended up slamming directly into a wall because he didn’t know how to stop.”

“SIMEON!”

Solomon was absolutely fascinated with MC. How did their half demon half human nature affect their reaction to certain spells and potions? Do half demons have more or less magical strength than normal demons? Can half demons make pacts with humans? Wait- Lucifer why are you taking MC away they were talking- Lucifer!

Immortal troll needs to troll. MC is the unwitting victim of many of Solomon’s shenanigans.

“Why must I speak in rhymes?! This is the end of times!”

“MC, just stop talking.”

“Father, I don’t mean to be a bother but-”

“So the rhyming spell works the same on half demons... interesting...”

“Solomon...”

“I’m leaving, Lucifer. I’m leaving!”

Aw! Two kids in the Devildom! They were fast friends. Sure, Luke was a little annoying and MC was a bit of a dick, but their mutual smallness and desire to impress their parental figures brought them together.

“Michael’s just so cool and amazing! The way he flies, the way he commands everyone... I want to be just like him someday!”

“Is that why you’re making a cake?”

“Michael has a sweet tooth, and I want to impress him.”

“I wonder if Lucifer likes sweets...”

“Why would you want to give HIM sweets?”

MC just gave Luke a toothy grin and started making the dough for the cake.

Remember back in Lucifer’s section where I said MC would keep their lineage a secret to freak people out? Yeah... they kept it from Luke. At first it was a joke! They were going to tell him! They just uh... it got really awkward. They planned on revealing it to Luke right after they learned how to properly fly so they could swoop in, pick their angel buddy up and zip the two of them to school. It’d freak Luke out at first, but it was meant to be funny! MC would have even sung the song from Aladdin! It um... didn’t turn out that way.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” MC growled at the lesser demons that were crowding Luke.

“O-oh... uh... nuh-nothing...” a few of the demons backed off, mumbling a few harried apologies to MC as they scurried away. The remaining demons seemed a tad more... hmm... they say there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity.

“M-MC! You can’t fight demons! I’m an angel I-I c-can...” Luke sniffled, but tried his best to step in front of MC.

“Oh please, the little half-breed and the lowest ranked angel are going to put up a fight?” One of the demons jeered, a few of the remaining demons joined in.

MC’s eyes narrowed, their glare as cold as the worst winter storm. “I’m going to tell you once, and once only,”

Their wings sprouted from their back, horns now fully grown and on display, teeth sharper and glistening in the light. Hm, it seemed half demons could make their eyes glow too, how delightful.

MC gave the other demons a sweet smile, it would have been comforting if it weren’t for the amount of teeth they were showing off. They lazily placed their hand on Luke’s head and lightly moved him out of the way.

“Leave, or I will make you regret ever crossing us exchange students.” MC’s carefree smile couldn’t mask the malice that coated every single word that left their lips. “Run along now, you’re not needed here.”

The demon that had started the taunts stiffened, he looked from MC, to Luke, to the other demons, before scoffing and shaking his head. “Whatever, the two of them aren’t worth it anyway...”

When the offending demons weren’t leaving fast enough for MC’s liking, they snapped their fingers and shot a fireball right behind the fleeing demons’ feet. They cleared out pretty quickly after that.

“Luke?” MC turned to look at their friend. “Are you...”

Luke was backing away. That look in his eyes, he was... scared. Scared of MC...

“Y-you’re a d-demon?” He whimpered, taking another step back.

“Half demon, actually.” MC let their demonic elements disappear. “I meant to tell you, I really did! It just was never the right time-”

“You lied to me! You said you were human! But you’re a demon like the rest of them!” Luke shouted, he wiped at his eye with his sleeve and sniffled. “I tried to help you, but you just..! I thought you were my friend!”

“Luke- hang on!” MC took a few steps forward, but Luke was already running away. MC felt something twist in their gut, something awful. That ball of innate pride twisted and practically screamed, filling MC’s head.

“He’s not worth it!”

“You’re above him anyway...”

“If he can’t understand how perfect you are, he doesn’t deserve your kindness.”

“Don’t grovel for his forgiveness. He’s beneath you.”

“Your help was rejected. Let him hate you. You’re the child of one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, who is he to make you upset?”

The thoughts filled MC’s head as they desperately tried to shut them up. They were their father’s child, their pride wouldn’t be easily combated.

“Just be quiet!” MC clawed at their head.

“You’re better than this. You’re better than this. You’re better than this-”

“Luke!” MC called out again. “I’m sorry!”

It truly was a shame that their friend didn’t understand how much an apology from MC really meant.

They guessed Luke was right, wasn’t he? Demons were nasty awful liars. MC was no different...

That hurt.

Lucifer noticed his kid was moping around, not even Detective Toe Beans could cheer them up. Mammon even came home covered in mud from a failed money-making scheme and it didn’t even make MC crack a smile! He needed to get to the bottom of this.

Upon hearing the reason for his child’s woes, he was fully ready to break down the door of Purgatory Hall and throttle the little chihuahua, but Lucifer came to his senses and realized that MC probably didn’t want that.

He teamed up with Simeon and Solomon the things he did for MC... And managed to get both Luke and MC to the Demon Lord’s Castle to hang out with Barbatos.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that Luke missed his friend too. Sure they called him a chihuahua sometimes, but they were still the bestest friend he had made during his time in the exchange program... maybe ever...

Maybe... just maybe... he overreacted. MC did protect him after all, and they never tried to hurt him...

Barbatos was fully ready to fulfill his role as Luke’s second dad and help his angel-son make up with his friend.

It may have been awkward at first, but the two had to join forces to stop Solomon from getting within a hundred metres of the kitchen. Nothing brings two people back together more than fear for your tastebuds.

Mission success. Lucifer could relax knowing that his kid and the chihuahua were back to being friends. Maybe MC could convince Luke to quiet his infernal yapping... Lucifer was trying to work here!

For some extra fluff, after many days of asking and asking, Lucifer and Simeon agree to take Luke and MC up to the human world for Halloween. They got to go trick or treating, and everyone complimented MC and Luke on their ‘costumes’.

*insert sitcom laugh track here*

Sure, it may have been a little immoral for MC to use their powers to manipulate the humans into giving Luke and MC more candy but... candy...

Oh shit would you look at the time- they had to get back to the Devildom for Diavolo’s birthday party- MC STOP WITH THE CHOCOLATE! THE SIGN SAYS TAKE ONE! DON’T BE LIKE MAMMON.

The exchange year had been a success. Well... sort of. MC wasn’t exactly the average Joe human the Student Council expected, which is why after a lengthy break where MC went back to the human world to visit their other parent and human friends, the seven rulers of Hell (+MC) were sitting and waiting for the new exchange students to arrive.

Unlike the previous year, the entire student council was present. That included Levi who they had to physically drag there, Belphie who was carried there and had to be placed in his seat because he was completely passed out, and finally Mammon, he just had to be threatened.

“Father,” MC pouted from their seat next to Lucifer. “Why isn’t my chair as big as yours?”

Lucifer sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Because you’re much shorter than me. You can have a bigger chair when you grow a few more inches.”

“Mmm...” MC murmured, crossing their arms. “Are the students going to get here, or what?”

“Can you be patient?” Lucifer asked. “They’ll be here any moment now. I can trust that you’ll behave, right?”

MC looked scandalized, placing a hand over their heart and gasping. “Father! Of course! I’ll be the most polite person these humans have ever met!”

Not so deep down, Lucifer severely doubted that.

“Come now, Lucifer and MC!” Diavolo said from his elevated seat. “It’s almost eight am!”

Right on schedule the portal opened, two sets of screams followed.

“The next big priority should be making the trip more comfortable.” MC huffed. “It’s demeaning getting dropped straight down like that and just slamming into the floor.”

“Hm.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Perhaps instead we can just teleport them up to the Celestial Realm, start a war, and have them crash through not one, not two, but all three barriers between the realms with no portal.”

“Father...” MC matched Lucifer’s eye roll. “That has the same energy as ‘when I was your age I walked to school 100 miles through a blizzard!’ The polite thing to do for the exchange students is to not let them hit the floor at 100 mph and possibly give them a concussion.”

And slam straight onto the floor the two other exchange students did. Well, one of them slammed right into the marble, the other had tried in vain to use their wings to slow their decent or fly back up.

Wait...

WINGS?!

WAIT THE OTHER HAD HORNS?!

THEY BOTH HAD-

Oh and would you look at that... one looked like... and the other looked like-

Shitballs.

Lucifer had to keep himself from actually shouting in frustration. One normal day... one day of no exchange student issues was all he asked for...

“Out of over ten million candidates out of over eight billion humans...” Lucifer grumbled. “How in my father’s name did this happen again?”

(OOOOOOOOOO SEQUEL BAIT!)

[basicmyherowhore]

Stranger With Your Face [1]

Multiple Yandere! MHA x Reader

[0] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Summary: After waking up in a hospital room with no idea where or who she is, Y/N meets Izuku a fake nurse that explains to her what exactly has happened to her.

Pairings: Various MHA characters x Reader

Warnings: Amnesia, angst, mentions of kidnapping, future yandere behaviors.

Notes: This is the first official part of my first mha series...it'll be yandere eventually but I have to set everything up first. Hope you'll stick around until then.

Izuku doesn’t like lying. He didn’t like lying to his mother about how his quirk came about. He didn’t like lying to Kacchan about his relationship to All Might. And he doesn’t like lying to the whole world about who he really is. Izuku doesn’t like to lie about anything he doesn’t have to lie about. So it’s clear as to why he was less than thrilled with the Police’s plot to have him dress as one of the hospital’s nurses.

The plan in their minds was that if the first face you saw after waking up was one that was strong and comforting, it would work better than being intimidated by a formal questioning from the police. Who would be a better choice than the new number 1 hero, gentle yet powerful, Deku?

Police had him on stand by from the moment the DNA results came back, identifying you as the missing girl from all those years before. He was as shocked as everyone else at the news. Even though he wanted to rejoice at your return, no one had any idea what state you would awake in. No one knew if you’d be the same as the girl that disappeared nearly a decade ago.

As much as he wanted to share the news with the people that worried about you for so long, with the possible connections to your case, it was too soon for any possible slips to the media. The only people who knew about you at this point were the medical staff, the involved members of the police force, and the select few hero’s that were called in once you were identified. As well as the woman who brought you to the hospital, but she had sworn to secrecy.

When the nurses station finally got the call from your room three days after your arrival, they gave Izuku a pair of scrubs and ushered him to the nearest changing room, urging him to dress quickly. Within the next three minutes he was standing before your door.

While the hero had to face many horrible and fear inducing villains before, this is probably the thing he’s been the most afraid to do in a long time. With a final breath Izuku steels his nerves and opens the door. At the sight of your awake and aware face, he’s unable to contain all the joy he feels inside. He speaks to you kindly, expressing his happiness for your seemingly well being.

He plays his part well, pretends to be the nurse that the police wants him to pretend to be. He gets you the water, then makes himself comfortable to begin your disguised questioning. Equipped with a recording device that’s hidden in the form of a pen, he begins the question with a click of the “pen”.

Izuku can’t help the disappointment he feels when you explain your lack of memory of what you’ve been through. You can’t remember what happened before you got to the hospital, how you got to the hospital, or why you were even in the hospital. And though these things are important, he’s even more distressed when you announce that you don’t even remember who you are.

Like the professional hero that he is, Izuku schools all of his feelings and expressions into a calm, reassuring front for you. He can’t let you know that he’s just as panicked as you are on the inside. Though he knows that he probably shouldn’t dump it all on you at once, he decides to rip off the bandaid.

“You are 24 year old L/N, Y/N.” He takes a moment to let the statement linger on its own. “And you’ve been missing for 7 years.”

You blanch are his words, face going completely bare of emotion as you let what he said sink in. Then your eyes begin to blink rapidly and your breathing becomes uneven.

“M-missing?” You whisper, a hand covering your mouth in shock. Izuku watches guiltily as you start to fall apart at this revelation. He allows you to experience everything on your own for a moment before he moves from the stool to sit next to you on the hospital bed. And while you couldn’t remember him at all, Izuku couldn’t help but see you as his friend from all those years ago. He needed to comfort you. Although others would’ve seen it as completely unprofessional, Izuku didn’t stop himself from pulling your shaking form into his arms and holding you against him, allowing you to cry into his chest.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” He murmured next to your ear, desperately trying to convey his sorrow for your situation. He doesn’t say anything else, he just waits patiently for you to speak or push him away. Neither happen for a long time. And then you pull away slightly, not like you were uncomfortable, but so you could look at up Izuku, eye to eye.

“What happened to me? Who...who was I?” You ask him in a trembling voice, like you were afraid to hear what he had to say, yet more afraid of going a moment longer without knowing the truth.

“You were a student at U.A. You were in the hero course with me and many other people that grew to be your friends.” There’s a far away look in his eyes as he reminisces the times long ago.

“Hero course? So you’re not really a nurse, huh?” He gives you a bashful smile, knowing he had been caught.

“No, I’m actually not a nurse. I’m pro hero, Deku. But you knew me as Midoriya Izuku, one of your classmates. We weren’t the best of friends but he had the same friend group and spent a lot of time together. We were pretty close.” He sighs, thinking longingly of those simple times.

“During our third year there was an attack on the school by a group of villains. To this day investigators are still unsure of what the exact target of the attack was, but many believe that they were after you.”

“Me?” You gasp, unbelieving of the value you held in what feels like a previous life time. Izuku nods his head at your question. “Why would they be after me?”

“Your quirk.” He breaths, remembering how much power you held in your hands at the young age of 17. “You named it, ‘Puppeteer’. You could control the mind and body of any living thing within a 20 yard radius. It was amazing.”

“That sounds awful.” You frowned, feeling disgusted to have such a dastardly power. “That sounds like a quirk for a villain.”

“Oh no!” Izuku argues, shaking his head rapidly. “You would never use it in a way to harm others. When used in situations with villains, you would use your quirk to simply render the villains motionless long enough to be detained. You never made anyone do anything they didn’t want to do. You never hurt anyone.” He assured you, his eyes gleaming with a passion for such an awesome quirk. You didn’t feel completely convinced, but you let the topic go.

“If I was so powerful, how did I get captured in the first place?” You ask, feeling like you found the hole to his logic. His face falls upon hearing your question.

“One of the villains had a quirk that could knock someone unconscious from a far distance. While the teachers and other students were fending off the other villains, the one with the sleeping quirk managed to separate you from everyone else without ever stepping within the range of your quirk.” Even all these years later, Izuku could still feel that same feeling of helplessness that he and everyone else felt the second they realized you were gone.

At that you were silent. You feel at a loss. There was nothing that you could’ve done then and there’s nothing that you can do about it now.

“What happened after that?” Words find you once again.

“All of the hero agencies and police forces searched for you for months. Anyone that was available was fighting for you, tearing apart every surrounding city for weeks.” He couldn’t help but feel a bit chocked up remembering the pain he and his fellow classmates felt at your loss. “But it was like you vanished without a trace. There were no sightings, no DNA evidence, nothing left at the scene. You were just...gone.”

“No one wanted to give up looking for you, but as the months went by without anything new in the case, there were more pushing matters for the police to handle and new villains for the heros to fight.” Izuku’s eyes stung at the memory of Aizawa Sensei telling the class that they’d given up hope on you. Class 3A never gave up hope though. “That’s why it’s so shocking for you to be back so many years later, especially without any memory as to what happened to you.”

“And my quirk?” You ponder, rubbing hour finger tips to your palms, wondering what it was like back then.

“The doctors that examined you found no signs of tampering with the body parts that produce your quirk, however there are were no signs of activity in the part of your brain that was known to control your quirk in particular. So while it’s not clear...” Izuku trails off, but you can read between the lines of his statement.

You simmer in the silence after he finishes speaking. You feel empty and numb. You were this amazing person once upon a time, but you can’t remember a thing about it. You felt like a ghost. Before you were so full of life, but now you were just a walking memory.

“So what now?” You glance back at Izuku after what felt like hours of quiet.

“Now the investigation reopens. We’re planning to do everything we can to bring the people that took you away so many years ago to justice. It won’t be easy and it won’t happen over night, but I promise we’ll make things right, Y/N. We won’t let them get away with this.” He gives you a determined look, gripping your shoulder to offer support and reassurance at the same time. You nod at him, still feeling at a loss but hoping for a brighter future.

“I don’t mean to scare you, but there are lots of people who are going to want to see you once the word of your return gets out.” An apologetic smile graces his face that makes you feel a bit flushed. “To be honest I’m surprised that Kacchan hasn’t found out yet and isn’t here bursting down the door.” He chuckles at his own joke.

Before you could even question the strange statement, a loud explosion echoes through the halls of the hospital. Both you and Izuku jump in surprise before you hear a rough voice yelling from the desk at the beginning of the floor.

“Where is she?!”

[imkylotrash]

I Don’t Know Why You Say Goodbye

Pairing: Saul Silva x reader

Request: Graduation is coming up and while Saul is preparing for a break up, you’re getting ready to propose. Anonymous And Is it possible for a Saul Silva x reader where the reader is related to Ben, Sam, and Terra? Maybe she takes a job at the school to help train the earth fairies after the Burned Ones start appearing more? Anonymous

Tagging: @grey-girl @intoanothermind @anreeixcobra @kingunder221b @lflores2008 @alexiapayne12 @quuenofblacks @quarterback-5 @estelmei @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @artsyle​ @baueoud @glowingatdawn @shadowhuntyi​

Summer is inching closer and with summer comes graduation. It’s the perfect time for you to take your relationship with Saul to the next level with the help of your trusty siblings Terra and Sam. You haven’t spoken much about what you’re going to do after graduation but you know you want Saul. You want to build a life with him and you’re ready to start now. 

“Just going to put this out there, okay? Flowers.” You burst out laughing not because it’s not a good idea but because it’s so typical to acquire the help of two earth fairies and their biggest contribution is flowers. 

While you’re busy making a plan for how to give Saul the best proposal, he’s in Farah’s office worried about what might happen after graduation. 

“Surely, they’ll want to see the world. Travel. Perhaps we can take a break so she has that chance,” he says thinking out loud much to Farah’s dismay. She just so happens to know what you’re planning but she’s been sworn to secrecy by your dad who was not supposed to share the news with anyone. 

“Or maybe they’re perfectly happy where they are,” she offers but Saul isn’t convinced. He’s never been as happy as he is now and if life has taught him anything, it’s that what goes up must come down at some point. And he’s fearing graduation is the day where he has to come down. 

But you, on the other hand, are more than excited. You keep fidgeting in your seat too impatient to wait much longer. The second you have your diploma, you run over to hug Saul. 

“Come with me,” you whisper in his ear dragging him with you. Sam gives you a subtle thumbs up while Terra gives a not so subtle squeal of excitement. Luckily, Saul is too distracted to notice either. 

“Where are we going?” Saul asks wishing he could delay what is inevitably going to happen next. 

“I just have something really important I want to talk to you about.” This is it. This is the part where he loses you, he thinks to himself but you’re not a mind reader and you’re not an empath. Too busy with your own excitement, you barely notice his glum facial expression. 

“Stand right here,” you say once you reach the middle of the grass field outside of Alfea. 

“Look, we don’t have to make such a big deal out of this. I already know what you’re going to say,” Saul starts and immediately your face falls. Who told him?

“You already know?” you ask wondering why he doesn’t seem happier about it. Even if he knows you’re going to propose, shouldn’t he be happy about it? Unless he’s going to say no. 

“There’s no reason to have this grand gesture. I agree, it’s probably for the best that we break up.” Your heart shatters and you can’t do anything other than stare at him. Suddenly, the black velvet box feels heavy in your pocket. 

“Is that what you want?” You’ve never felt this tiny before. He might as well just finish the job and stamp on the pieces of your heart not completely mauled by his words. 

“Of course, I don’t. I thought it’s what you wanted? Isn’t that what this is about?” He gestures with his arms now worried he might have got this all wrong. 

“It’s not what I want. At all.” He looks sheepish now realising that he’s got this whole thing wrong.

“Okay. Good,” you breathe out feeling relief wash over you, “then shut up so you don’t ruin this.” He keeps his mouth closed in a thin line to prevent him from saying anything else. This is probably the easiest it’s ever been for you in regards to channelling positive feelings. The sunlight starts flickering creating several tiny rainbows wherever your magic moves. It’s some of the most complicated magic you’ve ever done but Farah had been teaching you how to control the light to your advantage just for this moment right here. 

“This is beautiful,” he whispers in awe of your powers. It takes an enormous amount of effort to concentrate but you manage to form the rainbows into letters one by one. 

W I L L   Y O U   M A R R Y   M E ?

You furrow your brows in concentration as you try to hold onto the magical rainbows while simultaneously getting down on your knees holding out the ring. It’s a simple band with the today’s date engraved but you knew he wouldn’t want anything fancy. 

“Of course. There’s only one answer to that. Yes!” He helps you stand up again completely taken aback as you slide the ring onto his finger. 

“You sure? It’s a step in a very different direction than a break up?” you tease him with tears in your eyes. You’re so happy you wonder why you haven’t burst yet. It can’t be possibly for a person to be filled with this much happiness. 

“Funny,” he says right before kissing you. It’s hot and forceful letting you know just how happy he is. 

“Done with the moping around, I see.” Farah is standing there watching the two of you and your whole family as well. You look over at Saul but clearly, that’s a conversation for another day. They all congratulate you exchanging hugs and kisses. There are tears and laughter and it couldn’t be better than this. 

“A toast to the happy couple,” your dad exclaims bringing out the champagne. Terra and Sam complains loudly when they realise they’ll be getting soda instead of champagne. Their bickering with dad makes you feel nostalgic. You’ve hardly graduated and you already miss them. 

“Congratulations, my sweetheart.” Your dad hugs tightly once more. If this is as good as it gets, you have no complaints. Right now, you are utterly and incandescently happy. 

[sinisterlyhan]

01. seo changbin ; 2chan / 5606 words

against the wall, dom!changbin (-ish), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, blindfolds, seven minutes in heaven but like with a twist, female reader

parts: 01 ; 02

a/n: hmm, not extremely fond of this but that’s okay 😭

it did not take much convincing for you to agree with being dragged to a house party on a busy friday night.

it has been a long, dreadful week of being assigned new deadlines and lazy colleagues, your best friend suggested that you get away from life for a little, and you agreed.

however, it did take him a whole lot of convincing to do before you agreed on joining a group of strangers—his friends, not yours—in a game of spin the bottle, one that would directly lead to the famous sex-trap called 'seven minutes in heaven.'

except it wasn't just seven minutes in heaven, it was "we won't let you two out until we hear something rumbling inside, okay?" heaven. and when you asked about the morality of such a game, the only explanation chan gave you was, "don't worry, we're all getting blindfolded so even if it gets embarrassing in there, only the people waiting outside will know, and we've all sworn to secrecy!"

"right! wow! as if that makes everything better?" you hissed to the side, glaring to the side when the group whistled and roared at a particularly pitchy squeal coming from inside the closet. you frowned, your eyes shifting to the locked wooden door. "why would you even lend your closet out to do shit like this?"

"minho can be a bit of a freak," chan said with a little shrug. when he saw your confused expression, he turned your head to the side by poking at your cheek and pointed at a man. "that one is minho–"

"i know who minho is, we all know who minho is!" you smacked his hand away, slightly annoyed that he didn't think you'd at least know the student who swept the grand price during last year's talent show without—or so he claimed—a lick of preparation.

he was popular in his department before that as well. smart, fun, good-looking, rich, and now he even dances! how fantastic; you didn't believe in god but you would still blame her for having favorites just because lee minho exists.

he looked as good as you have briefly seen him be, but this time with blushed cheeks and a constant goofy smile. he was clearly drunk; drunk enough to be crossed off the game but not drunk enough to not enjoy the obnoxious noises sounding from his guest room's closet, mixing with the loud music playing from downstairs.

"hey, you don't have to play if you don't want to," chan said after seeing your attitude. he glanced behind him at the empty bed and gestured towards it. "you can sit back, get drunk, and maybe sleep. i'll wake you up and take you home when it's over."

you licked your lower lip, your mind suddenly being flooded with the intense sound coming from behind the closed door. god, it was awkward to faintly hear someone else's intimate session, but it was even more infuriating to hear the rattling of hangers and bumping of walls because of how much it made you yearn for it.

when was the last time you had sex again? it didn’t really matter, did it? it was just a fling. it wasn’t uncomfortable but it wasn’t decent either. you’ve probably given yourself better orgasm than whoever that man was so there was no point in keeping the encounter in your head.

"you know i won't, chan," you mumbled under your breath as you watched the group return back to their incoherent card game. "i haven't had sex in months and fuck, i can't live on just using my damn vibrator."

you just needed to be fucked by someone, preferably someone who knows what they’re doing.

“woah, why didn’t you tell me about it?” chan asked, raising a brow curiously.

you pulled a face, not looking at him but instead glanced around the circle to look for a suitable candidate for your little closet rendezvous. “why would i tell you that? i’m not going to beg you to have sex with me.”

“i didn’t say you have to beg for it, although that does sound like something that’s up my alley,” he teased with a breathy giggle. “just thought i could have helped.”

you sucked in a breath, your mind wavering. chan—ahh, chan. you’ve moaned his name before, once or twice under a dark room and behind closed doors. how could you not? broad shoulders, strong arms, big chest; kind, reliable, caring—he had always given you soft, dominant vibes, and you had submitted yourself to him in your imagination.

just your imagination, of course, never in real life. he was way too out of your league, much like all of his friends in this game circle.

there was minho, whom you’ve bumped into a few times in the halls but never talked to.

sitting next to him with long blond hair was hwang hyunjin, a freshman who was rumored to go for older buddies, who appeared to also dance really well, and you’ve heard around the corners of this party to be very good with his tongue, however you’d like to take that information.

shifting downward—black shirt with bulging biceps and visible chest, comfortable sweats with the outline of his thick thighs hidden underneath. that was seo changbin. if you had to pick who you were more friendly with among chan’s attractive friend group, changbin would be your top pick. you two weren’t close, having only talked to each other out of the obligations of classes, but at least you two have talked to each other before.

“hey! you! keep your head down, we’re picking!”

you snapped out of your thoughts when chan pressed your head down so you faced the ground. you grumbled in annoyance, hitting his arm away and hearing him giggle before the room went silent besides the loud music.

you could hear minho’s clumsy footsteps walking around, trying to find his next two targets. every time he approached your area, you could feel the hair at your neck stand in anticipation, but your mind would try to fend against the excitement and hammer your chest with a slight hint of fear, making you both wanting to be picked and didn’t want to be noticed.

the good side was that you might finally have sex. the bad side was that (a) you wouldn’t know who you were gonna be doing it with, and (b) everyone in the circle was more attractive than you, and you would be putting people at a disadvantage that they might have to have sex with you.

you suppressed a gasp when minho stopped behind you and gently tied a silk scarf around your head. it did not have too full of a coverage unlike what you had expected. somehow you thought minho would have better blindfolds than whatever it was he wrapped around your eyes. but you could still faintly see the blurs of the outside world if you squint hard enough.

he giggled when you stumbled to stand up, seemingly able to sense your nervousness but he has definitely mistaken it to be the anxiety of not knowing where he was bringing you toward instead of the fact that you were literally picked to get it on with a stranger in an even stranger location.

he guided you around a space, possibly around the group of unpicked people seated on the ground  before he stopped. you felt his body move behind you, gesturing toward somebody else before he then leaned close to your ear to whisper, “oh, you are going to enjoy this one. he is good.”

alright, your possibility wasn’t narrowed down by a lot but at least you knew you would be fucking a man in his closet.

footsteps shuffled towards you and stopped. you could feel a presence next to you now that you were forced to pay more attention to your other senses, and before you had much time to think about who the person could you, both of you were shoved into the closer. the door slammed behind you both with minho’s obnoxious laughter, the last visible ray of light going off when the door was sealed and locked.

the room was dark and almost quiet. you could still hear the music from outside and the soft breathing of your partner, but you suspected that was only because you were rid of your sight, and therefore, your attention needed to divert itself to somewhere else. the room was completely dark, though, and if you were able to faintly see something before, you could not see a single thing now.

changbin licked his lower lip at the silence. he looked around despite the blackness and he was completely unsure of what he should do.

he never planned to join this stupid game until minho proposed that they play a mini-game between the four of them, or the three of them now that minho was out of the race. the mini-game was just your typical race game—whoever sounded like they had the best sex wins, or whoever can make their partner scream the loudest would win. three hundred dollars for the winner, one hundred from each of them.

there was that. he was okay with that, both for the money and for the sex since he was lacking in—and greedy for—both, frankly speaking. however, changbin didn’t plan to act on it unless he could make sure his partner was on the same page with him.

he wouldn’t tell them about the game, nor would he try and cheat his way to the top because of how sensitive minho was to sounds, especially lewd ones, jeez.

therefore, he planned to just make sure he had the green light before he would make a move, but that was the problem: how was he supposed to just ask for permission without feeling awkward about not seeing each other?

mustering up the courage, he took a big step forward and reached his hand out in hopes to feel his surroundings and access where his partner was. but immediately, almost as if the gods have heard his concern, his palm was met with a soft, plump surface and his ears were met with a surprised yelp.

changbin took a small step back, startled. “oh shit–i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to–well, actually, i did mean to do that but not in that way,” he said, fumbling about with his hands in the air before he held them to his chest with a pout of embarrassment.

you were stunned on your spot when you hard his voice. your hand was pressed against your breast, the one that was accidentally cupped a moment ago, and heat grew along your neck like vines upon the realization that not only did your partner actually planned to get it going in the closet, he wasn’t just anybody in the circle.

your partner was seo changbin. big arms, big thighs, big chest, gorgeous seo changbin, who minho told you was good at this.

“it’s fine,” you mumbled, trying to find your way back to him because despite your logic screaming at you to stand on your moral ground and not hook up with an almost stranger, you still wanted to be felt up, you wanted to be kissed, and oh god, you wanted to be fucked so badly.

“wait, so you… you’re okay with this?” changbin asked after hearing your mumble. his head moved around, cranking his neck to look at all directions when he heard the shuffling of your feet.

“don’t you think i would have left already if i have a problem with this?” you laughed, slowly advancing with both arms out, your fingers wriggling in a grabby motion.

the closet was small, yet somehow you two seemed to keep missing each other by an inch. it was until your arm casually swiped to the side when you finally found him, your hand hitting the back of changbin’s neck with a harsh jab. a small groan of pain left him as he turned around and quickly grabbed onto your wrist, pulling you closer to him in one swift motion before you lose each other again.

“point taken,” changbin whispered, leaning his face close but stopping just when he felt like his lips were about to touch your skin.

you felt his breath on your face, overwhelmingly hot and close. his hands had steadied your posture before they roamed down to your waist, feeling your curve up before resting on your sides. when you replied to him with silence, changbin took it as a cue to make a move, and he did so quickly by dipping his head down in hopes to find your lips.

you let out a faint, purse-lipped moan when his nose nudged against your jaw and his full lips found your neck instead. hearing your little sound of agreement, the cloud of doubt vanished quickly in his head and he finally got himself the motivation to keep going with his advances. he planted a trail of kisses down your neck before he found himself a spot to suck out a hickey.

you gasped, feeling the tingle of pain from his teeth, but you relaxed quickly when his tongue flicked over the spot to soothe out the sensation. you pouted a little then, wanting more than feeling his plump lips on your neck, so you tilted your head and leaned down to nudge your cheek with his. you pushed him just enough for him to perk his head up, and navigating solely by imagination, you pressed your lips to any surface you could find.

it was his cheek first, and it was the side of his nose, then you could feel the tip of his nose and down to his cupid’s bow. it was messy yet there was a sort of appeal in your clumsily leaving wet kisses around his face, changbin thought. and when you finally made it to his lips, it felt none other than worth it.

his tasted of faint alcohol and he smelt a little bit of smoke. you didn’t particularly hate it, and even if you did, it wasn’t like you could stop yourself from kissing him; your lips, on the other hand, tasted of cherry chapsticks and fruit punch, sugary and sweet in a way that only made changbin wanted more.

and he shamelessly looked for more, moving from kissing your lips to smooching your skin. everything changbin did to you had left you with a shaky exhale and a tremor in your heart. besides him, the blindfold was also doing absolute wonders to your senses. not only was it new and unfamiliar in the most exhilarating way, but it also forced you to rely on your other senses completely. you had to feel, hear, and smell everything he was doing to you.

the way his fingers squeezed at your waist, the way his lips turned upwards whenever you breathed out a content moan, the way his chest heaved against yours as you two started to pant at the lack of oxygen, his deep and sultry voice when he groaned, the way his hand occasionally moved down to your ass and—a gasp!

you held tightly onto his arms as your eyes widened at the feeling of his hard-on against the front of your pants. his palm pushed against your ass, bringing you towards him every time he grind against you mindlessly to feel more friction under his sweats, his moans being suffocated by your mouth as you continued to reciprocate the heated kiss that kept getting messier and messier by the second.

you were stumbling back at the force, your knees stuttering weakly at the exciting feeling of his clothed cock rubbing against the wet patch growing on under your denim pants. fuck, you could feel him, like really feel him. you hissed every time his tip poked against your clothed clit and whenever his shaft pressed against your slit. it was thorough, hard, and slow; it almost felt like you could guess his length and his girth just from the way he was dry humping against you.

it wasn’t long before your back hit something. a wall? a door? you didn’t really care, you just knew you wanted seo changbin, in whichever way possible, be it having him in your hands, your mouth, or between your legs. you just wanted to feel him, so after letting him pin you to the wall and kiss you with that fervent energy you prayed to god would stay until he was finished with you, you pulled away.

it was a swift movement, changbin wasn’t even able to comprehend what was happening. a quick whine huffed past his lips at the loss of your warmth before you turned him around and pushed him to the door. he let you, feeling both the faint ache on his back from brushing against the doorknob and the sweetness of your lips when you started to kiss him again.

as he planned to re-establish his dominance in this dark, dark closet, you got him wrapped around your fingertips again by moving your hand downwards and palming his member. he bit your lower lip, his hand gripping your waist to pull you closer. “fuck, stop teasing me–mmm,” he grumbled under his breath after pulling away, a hefty moan leaving his lips when you grabbed his length and stroked it through the fabric.

“you need to learn how to be patient.” you giggled as you took a step back so you could kneel before him, your hands sliding down his frame to steady yourself as you did so.

your hands moved to the waistband of his sweats before you pulled it down carefully, letting it drop to the ground with an inaudible thud. you thought this would be bad, in a sense that this might be a little awkward for you since you couldn’t exactly tell where anything was. everything you did was a blind assumption, from you running your hands up this bare thighs to fumbling around looking for the waist of his boxers.

but it wasn’t bad, it had turned out to be the exact opposite.

you were excited, both from being able to do such filthy act after a long dry spell and from the fact that you were about to suck changbin off out of everybody. he wasn’t just any random person in the party, he was the man who you’ve occasionally stared at during boring lectures, the man who you would never admit to ever having midnight fantasies about, the man who would probably never consider you to be a suitable partner if he could see clearly with his eyes.

he’s seo changbin.

“oh! oops, okay,” you whispered under your breath after the surprised yelp. you had miscalculated the proximity of your face to his body and the second you brought his boxers down to his ankles, his cock had flung out and brushed across your chin energetically.

bringing your hand back up to his skin, rubbing along his inner thighs before they finally made their way to his groin. your hands fumbled, delicate fingers curling around the base of his dick and hearing him hiss from above you. changbin was being impatient, as he had appeared to be for the past minute, and the second he felt the skin-to-skin contact, he tried to thrust forward into your hand for any type of movement.

fuck, how he wished he could see you right now, whoever you were. but, as much as he would kill to see your plump lips around his cock, the blindfold was serving him phenomenally. he wouldn’t switch it for the world, it seemed; he could feel it all vividly, the blood rushing to his leaking tip as you pumped it a few times, the slight graze of your nails where your fingers met each other at the end a god-sent sensation to him.

and when you eventually gave in and wrapped your lips around the sensitive bud, the softness of your tongue etching to his cock like a sharp needle to a piece of delicate fabric—poking his senses, sending tingles through his body, leaving his mind aching for more.

you bobbed your head forward and back, your eyes shut blind to taste the bitterness of his pre-cum and to drown in the suffocating feeling of his shaft poking your throat as you took all of him in your mouth. his hand flew to your hair, clutching a fistful of them and pulling at your scalp to keep you moving; you whined at the pain, he moaned at the stimulation. your hands rubbed along his flexed muscles, squeezing them greedily.

it was an array of sensations, both touch and sound, twisting and turning in your brain that you could barely catch up. but it was exactly the overwhelming rush of it that made you enjoy it so much.

“ahh, fuck, fuck–“ changbin cried out, his movement on your head stuttering when he felt his cock twitching inside your mouth.

and while it would be a dream to release in your mouth, he knew you both didn’t have as much time as he would hope. sooner or later someone impatient for their turn would come banging on the door. with that thought in mind, he quickly pulled out of you and pulled you up by cupping his hand at the back of your neck. navigating with his grip, he brought you to his face to kiss you, faintly tasting himself on your tongue and absolutely loving the taste of it.

he turned you around and slammed you against the door, apologizing with a quiet mutter when you groaned in pain. not that you quite minded the hammering in your head when his hands were busy fumbling with the zipper of your pants just to pull it off. and changbin wasted no time to press his fingers against your clothed heat, his finger sticking into your hole along with the fabric to make the wet patch even wetter and stickier.

“shit–are you gonna fuck me or not?” you asked, bucking your hips into his fingers as your chest jumped with each limited pump of his fingers, annoyed that his movement was held back by your panties.

“you need to learn how to be patient, baby.” changbin smirked as he mumbled down your neck, finally pulling his fingers away so he could tug your panties to the side and fully insert his digit inside. his smirk widened when you moaned, one leg moving up in instinctive response. his hand caught your thigh in time, and he brought it around his hip to move closer to you. his positioned himself at your entrance, lathering up the leaking essence before he teasingly poked the tip inside a little.

you whined when he stopped moving, your hands gripping his arms urgently as you let out soft needy whispers. changbin could feel you pull him towards you, a sign that you were still comfortable with this and you were not patient enough to wait for him to enter. neither was he patient enough to stall around, really. just the mere feeling of your wetness around his tip was driving him over the edge. he had only stopped in hopes to make sure you were okay, and it seemed that you were enthusiastic about this.

you held your breath when he pushed himself into you, his girth giving you an amazing stretch. you couldn’t be bother being surprised when he suddenly slammed a hand next to your head, his broad chest pressing up against yours as he got lost in the feeling of your tightness. a hiss sounded around your ear, changbin’s hand reaching down to push you against the wall to keep your in place before they quickly moved down to your thigh.

“up,” he commanded in a whisper.

you hopped as he told you to and he bent down to catch your legs in his arms. he pushed your back further against the door at the new position, feeling the back of your feet nudging at his side and your arms closing in around his neck. you brought his face close to yours, messily meeting his cheeks and his nose before your lips found each other again.

skin slapped against each other hotly as changbin rolled his hips into yours then, pressing your bones up against the concrete and pushing you upwards with each desperate thrust, all the while you clenched yourself around him as the soreness built up beneath your hips.

you kissed down his jaw then, returning the favor as much as you could by planting harsh kisses along his neck and his exposed shoulders. you bit onto his collarbone to leave a mark, earning a groan and a squeeze on your thigh from him. he unconsciously started to thrust harder upon the pleasurable trails you were leaving on his skin, finding the mixture of your hot breaths and the squelching sounds a very special kind of motivation for him to keep going harder.

“oh–fuck–right there, changbin!” you shamelessly screamed when his tip punctured through your sweet spot. your reaction was strong as the unexpected pleasure flew through your veins, your attention directing towards the movement down below.

and changbin could tell he found your g-spot just by the way your walls suddenly squeezed around him, the sensation so wavering and euphoric that he could barely respond to the abrupt idea that you knew who he was. not to mention how triumphant it made him feel to hear you scream his name, the ego-boost straight to his chest when he imagined the people outside listening to his name being rambled lewdly again and again.

“you like it here, hmm?” he grunted close to your face. he wasn’t sure where, but he could feel your breath closely against his so he assumed if he leaned a little closer he’d touch your mouth. 

when he received no response from you, he pushed himself into you and shoved you against the door with a strong crash, his hand moving from your thigh when you were trapped tight between the door and his body to grip your jaw.

the slam buried his cock deep inside your cunt, the rough thrust making you whine out louder than when he suddenly stopped to grab your face in his hand. he huffed teasingly down your neck, the tip of his nose brushing past the hair of your skin before he stopped.

“i asked you a question, bitch,” he said through gritted teeth, the vibration of his growling voice slicing through your skin and making you whimper. “if you want it there, you better fucking beg for it.”

god, this discovery was like a revelation. it was a side of him you have never seen before since he had always been rather soft-spoken when you talked to him. but somehow you have always imagined changbin to be one to act rough during sex, mostly due to your preferences in a sexual partner. and damn, has he surprised you with this, both his stamina and his strength and, oh, his cock.

everything about him was absolutely heavenly, and you will beg for it, the same way you’ve been asking for it in your own time before.

“plea–“ a whimper cut you off when he faintly pulled out and shoved back into you sharply. pants got mixed in with your words as you squeezed your eyes shut, the joyous pain of his hand gripping your skin and the hot pouring liquid gathering in your abdomen overpowering your senses. you needed him to move, you needed changbin to help you chase your long-awaited release. “please fuck me, changbin, please.”

there was silence in the closet. the only sound reverberating through his ears were you panting out his name and asking him to wreak you up against the closet door, your voice dripping with the taste of velvet wine, hoarse from the whines and dreamy from the kisses. those were all the words changbin needed for his confidence to fly off the rails and off to space; it had no plan to get back down until he finishes both of you off.

you got pushed up against the door, your back scratching against the wall as changbin started to pound into you. you grabbed onto his arms to steady yourself at the force, not forgetting to tilt your head to give him access to your neck. his lips pressed against your skin and his cock rubbing against your walls—it was good, too good.

this was a hook-up you would be thinking about for a really long time until someone better comes along and wrecks his standards for you, and really, you doubt that man would come along anytime sooner to take changbin’s crown.

“changbin–changbin–shit, changbin–“

oh god, has he fucked you dumb? you couldn’t say anything else other than his name! his lips quirked up at that, finding it almost hilarious how with each puncture of his hips, your voice magnifies a little with his name hanging off your tongue.

“aww, i know.” he faked a pout, picking up his pace and ramming into your sweet spot. “be a good girl and come for me, hmm?”

perhaps it was the lack of daily compliments you receive from people, but something about him calling you a ‘good girl’ just got your heart all shivered up, and the rather tender soft but dirty command got you coming undone around his dick with a final cry of his name, the sticky liquid slipping through your hole and dripping out through the gaps.

changbin groaned under his breath, feeling his movement falter gradually as he continued to thrust into you to chase his own high. his hands found your face before he could lose his head and he leaned close to you, his voice soft when he asked, “can i finish off inside you?”

you heaved a sigh, wanting to retort with a witty reply but also finding it so appealing to have his cum all warm and stuffed up inside your pussy. you gave him a faint nod, closing your arms around his frame. “yes, please.”

you didn’t have to ask him so politely like that but changbin wasn’t complaining about it. with one final push, the friction sent him over the edge and he released himself inside you. a long, heavy exhale left his lips then, his head thrown back when he was finally able to relieve himself of the tension cooped up at the tip.

for a moment after everything was done, it was just the warmth shared between the two of you and the heavy breathes that resonated among the air. the tingling sensation of your essence dripping down your cunt gave you was almost ticklish, and the hot skin of changbin’s biceps a handle you never wanted to let go of. your legs were shaking slightly from the aftermath, and changbin was running his thumb in a circular motion to soothe you down as best as he could.

“that… wow,” you said, a small huff of laughter bubbling up your lips.

“thank you,” he mumbled with a smile. “you weren’t so bad yourself… with the blowjob, if you know what i mean.”

“thank you.” you giggled. “and you’re welcome.”

changbin scoffed a little as he put you down on the ground. as if on cue, someone from outside banged on the door, and minho’s voice rang through with a threat to expose your naked bodies if you two don’t head back outside. you and changbin immediately scrambled for your pants, laughing slightly when he threw a mindless insult at his friend.

“okay, there we go.” you zipped up your pants and slowly made your way towards the door. but before you could give it a knock for the people outside to release you, changbin stopped you by putting a hand on the small of your back and moving close to you.

“hold on,” he said in faint disbelief, a hint of urgency in his voice when he felt your presence ready to leave his side. “you’re not walking out of here without telling me your name, are you?”

ah, you almost forgot about your hidden identity. pursing your lips, you contemplated the idea of revealing yourself to him. the whole reason why this encounter managed to happen so smoothly was because of the blindfold hiding you from him; what if he didn’t like you after realizing that you were just some plain jane in a few of his classes? would you be able to hand that kind of humiliation and disappointment?

the way it hit you so quickly, all of a sudden, that the man standing in front of you was still seo changbin, someone far too out of your league.

“you…” you licked your lower lip with an inhale, then you knocked on the door. “you don’t need to know my name.”

oh, but changbin does. he wasn’t exactly sure why he was so hung up on you. what he planned to just be a one-time encounter had manifested into something bigger, his chest storing up the longing for an unknown person through the sugary kisses you’ve left on his lips and the sweet tightness you’ve engulfed around his cock.

changbin has to know your name, and he planned to find out.