#i kind of feel like Mark Chao might do it well but he's not a good fit for the role for other reasons

[iwouldliketoeatrandy]

Inspired by this post, I wanted to fancast Iron Widow! I really liked these picks, especially Nini who would do a great job as Wu Zetian, but didn't want to just copy and paste.

Li Meng as Wu Zetian

She was a wonderfully cruel and charismatic villain in The Double and I would love to see her rage and passion in Wu Zetian's character.

Yu Shi as Li Shimin

Ok listen I think he's handsome, but also he could do it.

Tan Jian Ci as Gao Yizhi

For our wealthy scholar. His 2023 and 2024 characters were polar opposites characterization wise, and I'd love to see him continue to challenge himself with a unique character like Yizhi.

[nellasbookplanet]

Book recs: black science fiction

As february and black history month nears its end, if you're a reader let's not forget to read and appreciate books by black authors the rest of the year as well! If you're a sci-fi fan like me, perhaps this list can help find some good books to sink your teeth into.

Bleak dystopias, high tech space adventures, alien monsters, alternate dimensions, mash-ups of sci-fi and fantasy - this list features a little bit of everything for genre fiction fans!

For more details on the books, continue under the readmore. Titles marked with * are my personal favorites. And as always, feel free to share your own recs in the notes!

If you want more book recs, check out my masterpost of rec lists!

Lagoon by Nnedi Okorafor

Something massive and alien crashes into the ocean off the coast of Nigeria. Three people, a marine biologist, a rapper, and a soldier, find themselves at the center of this presence, attempting to shepherd an alien ambassador as chaos spreads in the city. A strange novel that mixes the supernatural with the alien, shifts between many different POVs, and gives a one of a kind look at a possible first contact.

Nubia: The Awakening (Nubia series) by Omar Epps & Clarence A. Hayes

Young adult. Three teens living in the slums of an enviromentally ravaged New York find that something powerful is awakening within them. They’re all children of refugees of Nubia, a utopian African island nation that sank as the climate worsened, and realize now that their parents have been hiding aspects of their heritage from them. But as they come into their own, someone seeks to use their abilities to his own ends, against their own people.

The Scourge Between Stars by Ness Brown

Novella. After having failed at establishing a new colony, starship Calypso fights to make it back to Earth. Acting captain Jacklyn Albright is already struggling against the threats of interstellar space and impending starvation when the ship throws her a new danger: something is hiding on the ship, picking off her crew one by one in bloody, gruesome ways. A quick, excellent read if you want some good Alien vibes.

Dawn (Xenogenesis trilogy) by Octavia E. Butler*

After a devestating war leaves humanity on the brink of extinction, survivor Lilith finds herself waking up naked and alone in a strange room. She’s been rescued by the Oankali, who have arrived just in time to save the human race. But there’s a price to survival, and it might be humanity itself. Absolutely fucked up I love it I once had to drop the book mid read to stare at the ceiling and exclaim in horror at what was going on. Includes darker examinations of agency and consent, so enter with caution.

Midnight Robber by Nalo Hopkinson*

Utterly unique in world-building, story, and prose, Midnight Robber follows young Tan-Tan and her father, inhabitants of the Carribean-colonized planet of Toussaint. When her father commits a terrible crime, he’s exiled to a parallel version of the same planet, home to strange aliens and other human exiles. Tan-Tan, not wanting to lose her father, follows with him. Trapped on this new planet, he becomes her worst nightmare. Enter this book with caution, as it contains graphic child sexual abuse.

Rosewater (The Wormwood trilogy) by Tade Thompson

In Nigeria lies Rosewater, a city bordering on a strange, alien biodome. Its motives are unknown, but it’s having an undeniable effect on the surrounding life. Kaaro, former criminal and current psychic agent for the government, is one of the people changed by it. When other psychics like him begin getting killed, Kaaro must take it upon himself to find out the truth about the biodome and its intentions.

Do You Dream of Terra-Two? by Temi Oh

Young adult. A century ago, an astronomer discovered a possibly Earth-like planet. Now, a team of veteran astronauts and carefully chosen teenagers are preparing to embark on a twenty-three year trip to get there. But space is dangerous, and the team has no one to rely on but each other if - or when - something goes wrong. An introspective slowburn of a story, this focuses more on character work than action.

The Best of All Possible Worlds by Karen Lord

After the planet Sadira is left uninhabitable, its few survivors are forced to move to a new world. On Cygnus Beta, they work to rebuild their society alongside their distant relatives of the planet, while trying to preserve what remains of their culture. Focused less on hard science or action, The Best of All Possible Worlds is more about culture, romance and the ethics and practicalities of telepathy.

Mirage (Mirage duology) by Somaiya Daud

Young adult. Eighteen-year-old Amani lives on an isolated moon under the oppressive occupation of the Valthek empire. When Amani is abducted, she finds herself someplace wholly unexpected: the royal palace. As it turns out, she's nearly identical to the half-Valthek, and widely hated, princess Maram, who is in need of a body double. If Amani ever wants to make it back home or see her people freed from oppression, she will have to play her role as princess perfectly. While sci-fi, this one more has the vibe of a fantasy.

An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon

Life on the lower decks of the generation ship HSS Matilda is hard for Aster, an outcast even among outcasts, trying to survive in a system not dissimilar to the old antebellum South. The ship’s leaders have imposed harsh restrictions on their darker skinned people, using them as an oppressed work force as they travel toward their supposed Promised Land. But as Aster finds a link between the death of the ship’s sovereign and the suicide of her own mother, she realizes there may be a way off the ship.

Where It Rains in Color by Denise Crittendon

The planet Swazembi is a utopia of color and beauty, the most beautiful of all its citizens being the Rare Indigo. Lileala was just named Rare Indigo, but her strict yet pampered life gets upended when her beautiful skin is struck by a mysterious sickness, leaving it covered in scars and scabs. Meanwhile, voices start to whisper in Lileala's mind, bringing to the surface a past long forgotten involving her entire society.

Eacaping Exodus (Escaping Exodus duology) by Nicky Drayden

Seske is the heir to the leader of a clan living inside a gigantic, spacefaring beast, of which they frequently need to catch a new one to reside in as their presence slowly kills the beast from the inside. While I found the ending rushed with regards to plot and character, the worldbuilding is very fresh and the overall plot of survival and class struggle an interesting one. It’s also sapphic!

Chain-Gang All-Stars by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah*

In a near future America, inmates on death row or with life sentences in private prisons can choose to participate in death matches for entertainment. If they survive long enough - a rare case indeed - they regain their freedom. Among these prisoners are Loretta Thurwar and Hamara "Hurricane Staxxx" Stacker, partners behind the scenes and close to the deadline of a possible release - if only they can survive for long enough. As the game continues to be stacked against them and protests mount outside, two women fight for love, freedom, and their own humanity. Chain-Gang All-Stars is bleak and unflinching as well as genuinely hopeful in its portrayal of a dark but all to real possible future.

Parable of the Sower (Earthseed duology) by Octavia E. Butler*

In a bleak future, Lauren Olamina lives with her family in a gated community, one of few still safe places in a time of chaos. When her community falls, Lauren is forced on the run. As she makes her way toward possible safety, she picks up a following of other refugees, and sows the seeds of a new ideology which may one day be the saviour of mankind. Very bleak and scarily realistic, Parable of the Sower will make you both fear for mankind and regain your hope for humanity.

Binti (Binti trilogy) by Nnedi Okorafor

Young adult novella. Binti is the first of the Himba people to be accepted into the prestigious Oomza University, the finest place of higher learning in all the galaxy. But as she embarks on her interstellar journey, the unthinkable happens: her ship is attacked by the terrifying Meduse, an alien race at war with Oomza University.

War Girls (War Girls duology) by Tochi Onyebuchi

In an enviromentally fraught future, the Nigerian civil war has flared back up, utilizing cybernetics and mechs to enhance its soldiers. Two sisters, by bond if not by blood, are separated and end up on differing sides of the struggle. Brutal and dark, with themes of dehumanization of soldiers through cybernetics that turn them into weapons, and the effect and trauma this has on them.

The Space Between Worlds (The Space Between Worlds duology) by Micaiah Johnson

Multiverse travel is finally possible, but there’s a catch: No one can visit a world where their counterpart is still alive. Enter Cara, whose parallel selves happen to be exceptionally good at dying. As such she has a very special job in traveling to these worlds, hoping to keep her position long enough to gain citizenship in the walled-off Wiley City, away from the wastes where she grew up. But her job is dangerous, especially when she gets on the tracks of a secret that threatens the entire multiverse. Really cool worldbuilding and characters, also featuring a sapphic lead!

The Fifth Season (The Broken Eart trilogy) by N.K. Jemisin*

In a world regularly torn apart by natural disasters, a big one finally strikes and society as we know it falls, leaving people floundering to survive in a post apocalyptic world, its secrets and past to be slowly revealed. We get to follow a mother as she races through this world to find and save her missing daughter. While mostly fantasy in genre, this series does have some sci-fi flavor, and is genuinely some of the best books I've ever read, please read them.

The Women Could Fly by Megan Giddings*

In an alternate version of our present, the witch hunt never ended. Women are constantly watched and expected to marry young so their husbands can keep an eye on them. When she was fourteen, Josephine's mother disappeared, leveling suspicions at both mother and daughter of possible witchcraft. Now, nearly a decade and a half later, Jo, in trying to finally accept her missing mother as dead, decides to follow up on a set of seemingly nonsensical instructions left in her will. Features a bisexual lead!

The Prey of Gods by Nicky Drayden

South African-set scifi featuring gods ancient and new, robots finding sentience, dik-diks, and a gay teen with mind control abilities. An ancient goddess seeks to return to her true power no matter how many humans she has to sacrifice to get there. A little bit all over the place but very creative and fresh.

The Summer Prince by Alaya Dawn Johnson*

Young adult. Young artist June Costa lives in Palmares Tres, a beautiful, matriarchal city relying heavily on tradition, one of which is the Summer King. The most recent Summer King is Enki, a bold boy and fellow artist. With him at her side, June seeks to finally find fame and recognition through her art, breaking through the generational divide of her home. But growing close to Enki is dangerous, because he, like all Summer Kings, is destined to die.

The Blood Trials (The Blood Gifted duology) by N.E. Davenport

After Ikenna's grandfather is assasinated, she is convinced that only a member of the Praetorian guard, elite soldiers, could’ve killed him. Seeking to uncover his killer, Ikenna enrolls in a dangerous trial to join the Praetorians which only a quarter of applicants survive. For Ikenna, the stakes are even higher, as she's hiding forbidden blood magic which could cost her her life. Mix of fantasy and sci-fi. While I didn’t super vibe with this one, I suspect fans of action packed romantasy will enjoy it.

Babel-17 by Samuel R. Delany

1960s classic. Rydra Wong is a space captain, linguist and poet who is set on learning to understand Babel-17, a language which is humanity's only clue at the enemy in an interstaller war. But Babel-17 is more than just a language, and studying it may change Rydra forever.

Pet (Pet duology) by Akwaeke Emezi

Young adult novella. Jam lives in a utopian future that has been freed of monsters and the systems which created and upheld them. But then she meets Pet, a dangerous creature claiming to be hunting a monster still among them, prepared to stop at nothing to find them. While I personally found the word-building in Pet lacking, it deftly handles dark subjects of what makes a human a monster.

Bonus AKA I haven’t read these yet but they seem really cool

Lion's Blood by Steven Barnes

Alternate history in which Africans colonized South America while vikings colonized the North. The vikings sell abducted Celts and Franks as slaves to the South, one of which is eleven-years-old Irish boy Aidan O'Dere, who was just bought by a Southern plantation owner.

The Sound of Stars by Alechia Dow

Young adult dystopia. Ellie lives in a future where humanity is under the control of the alien Ilori. All art is forbidden, but Ellie keeps a secret library; when one of her books disappears, she fears discovery and execution. M0Rr1S, born in a lab and raised to be emotionless, finds her library, and though he should deliver her for execution, he finds himself obsessed with human music. Together the two embark on a roadtrip which may save humanity.

Womb City by Tlotlo Tsamaase

Lelah lives in future Botswana, but despite money and fame she finds herself in an unhappy marriage, her body controlled via microchip by her husband. After burying the body of an accidental hit and run, Lelah's life gets worse when the ghost of her victim returns to enact bloody vengeance.

Orleans by Sherri L. Smith

Young adult. Fen de la Guerre, living in a quarantined Gulf Coast left devestated by storms and sickness, is forced on the run with a newborn after her tribe is attacked. Hoping to get the child to safety, Fen seeks to get to the other side of the wall, she teams up with a scientist from the outside the quarantine zone.

Everfair by Nisi Shawl

A neo-victorian alternate history, in which a part of Congo was kept safe from colonisation, becoming Everfair, a safe haven for both the people of Congo and former slaves returning from America. Here they must struggle to keep this home safe for them all.

The Splinter in the Sky by Kemi Ashing-Giwa

Space opera. Enitan just wants to live a quiet life in the aftermath of a failed war of conquest, but when her lover is killed and her sister kidnapped, she's forced to leave her plans behind to save her sister.

Honorary mentions AKA these didn't really work for me but maybe you guys will like them: The City We Became (Great Cities duology) by N.K. Jemisin, The Lesson by Cadwell Turnbull, The A.I. Who Loved Me by Alyssa Cole

[10byten]

Last night, I imagined Jaehyun telling everyone just how deeply in love he is with his girlfriend. The way he’d talk about what makes her so special in his eyes, how she’s this perfect mix of chaos and calm that he can’t get enough of. How she’s not just someone he loves—she’s the reason everything makes sense. And that’s it. Just Jaehyun, utterly smitten, trying to put into words what feels impossible to explain.

Jaehyun finally told the guys about you. The way you live in his head, rent-free. The way everything feels a little too quiet when you’re not there. He tried to keep you to himself, but he couldn’t anymore—not when you’re all he thinks about.

-

“Wait, can you say that again?” Mark’s eyes widen like a cartoon character caught mid-thought. The boys are all gathered around the living room table.

Jaehyun had called what they jokingly refer to as an “emergency assembly” to drop the bombshell: there’s someone in his life now, and he’s planning to move in with them. It’s time, apparently, to finally introduce them to his friends.

“I mean, I don’t know, you’ve been hyping this girl up for so long, and we still haven’t seen her. At this point, I’m starting to think she’s a figment of your imagination,” Johnny teases, leaning back in his chair.

“Ha. Ha.” Jaehyun deadpans, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I know I’ve been talking about her for a while, and yeah, none of you have met her yet.”

“And we don’t want to meet her,” Jungwoo says, dramatically crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

“Don’t listen to him, hyung. We’re dying to meet your ghost girlfriend. Like, is this some ‘Ghost’ movie situation where only you can see her, or is she gonna appear if we summon her with a medium?”

Jaehyun throws a pillow straight at his younger friend’s face.

“She’s real,” he insists, his voice softer near the end as if embarrassed. “I just... didn’t want to share her. I wanted to keep her to myself for a while.”

“Oh, you were scared we’d steal your girl, huh, Jung?” Doyoung smirks.

Jaehyun snorts, shaking his head with a calm confidence. “Not a chance, Kim. She’s not into innocent little boys like you.”

Doyoung pulls a face, his mock outrage making everyone laugh.

“Well, I’m happy for you, man,” Taeyong says sincerely. “We’re all excited to meet her.”

“So, tell us—what’s so amazing about her?” Haechan leans forward, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.

Jaehyun’s gaze drops to the table, a thoughtful look washing over his face. Then his eyes light up, and a soft smile stretches across his lips.

“She has this... effect on me. When she’s not around, it’s like this itch I can’t scratch, and nothing feels right until she’s back. She’s got this way of making everything in my life just... easier. She makes me feel like even the stuff that doesn’t make sense is still okay, like it all fits somehow. Sometimes, it feels like she controls the weather—my weather—and I think maybe she does. At least in my world.”

He pauses, rubbing the back of his neck with a shy laugh. “Honestly, even I start to wonder if she’s a mirage. She must be made of some kind of magic, though, right? Because who else could do that to someone? Every time I’m with her, I feel a little more drunk on her. It’s weird, but I finally get that saying about having someone under your skin.”

The room falls silent. The guys are all staring at him, wide-eyed and stunned.

“And of course,” Jaehyun adds with a sheepish grin, “she’s gorgeous, sweet, sexy, brilliant, and funny.”

Haechan is the first to recover. “Hold up—what happened to the emotionally unavailable, zero-feelings Jaehyun we know? This guy’s a clone. We need to file a missing person report.”

“Shut up, idiot. It’s called being in love,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes. “You might figure that out one day if your brain ever grows up.”

“I know this doesn’t sound like me, but—”

“But it proves you’re really in love,” Yuta cuts in.

Jaehyun blushes and nods, unable to hide his smile.

“So, when do we get to meet this ‘delicious creature’ of yours?” Johnny asks, grinning like he’s not about to let it go.

-

“Hey, love. Where are you?”

You slip off your shoes the moment you walk into the apartment, already eager to see him. When Jaehyun spots you, his face lights up, and the book he was holding is instantly forgotten as he crosses the room to pull you into his arms. He lifts you slightly, and you laugh, wrapping your arms around him.

“Hello, love of my life.”

“Hello, you.” You kiss him softly.

“How was your day?” he asks, just like he always does.

“Intense. And yours?” you murmur, your fingers threading through his hair.

“Long without you. Fun with the guys,” he says, stealing a quick kiss.

“Oh yeah? What did you guys do?”

He looks at you deeply, his eyes full of warmth. “Talked. About stuff. About you.”

You tilt your head, feeling a mix of flattery and slight embarrassment.

“They’re coming for dinner tomorrow,” he says casually, brushing his lips against your cheek. “To finally meet you. Is that okay?”

“I’m okay with anything that involves you or the people you care about,” you reply between kisses.

Jaehyun groans softly against your lips. “You have to be unreal. Always saying the perfect thing.”

“Then I guess this is one beautiful illusion we’re living together.”

“It definitely is. babe”

[livelaughlovesubs]

I have a small request which you can totally ignore if yous wants but-

Imagine Poe (bsd) feeling he isn't good enough and making a self-deprecating comment and reader fucking him while making him say (or until he says) he's worth it 💖

Ohhhh, that’s kinda sweet~ I like it heh

Dom!reader x sub!poe

Warning: pegging (can be read as a dick), praise kink, overstimulation, marking, fucked dumb

“Who’s my good boy? Who’s doing such a good job right now?”

There was only one right answer. It was him. Of course it was your dear partner. He’s been obeying you so nicely, bouncing up and down on top of you without taking a break. His back was facing you, giving you a nice view of his ass, as well as how your dick gets hurried inside him each time he slumps back into your lap. These shaking hands grabbed yours, making you hold onto his waist harder and leaving bruises behind.

You leaned against him, lips hovering above his neck as your hot breath tickled his skin. A shiver ran down his spine when you whispered something again, “answer me, pretty boy.” That’s what you said, but you wouldn’t give him time to speak and think! Relentlessly pounding him while kissing and sucking on his back, painting his body with marks and hickeys. Who would under such circumstances be able to speak properly? All he could let out were soft sobs paired with high-pitched whimpers. Back arched away from you, hands bawled into fists as he slams himself against your crotch.

His hair was a messy nest, flying around and obstructing his view, not that he could have registered anything anyway since he was only focused on the stretching feeling inside him. Every time he slows down for what reason ever, you’d run your hip upwards to meet his, hitting his prostate with such pinpoint accuracy that it makes him see stars. Electricity would course through his body like huge waves of pleasure, rendering him unable to even form a single coherent word. One of poe’s hands was wrapped around his dick to jerk himself off. But poor baby has been too distracted by the feeling of getting fucked dumb, so much that he forgot to move his hand. Now only holding it like it’s some kind of broken decoration that’s leaking its filth everywhere.

Really, everywhere. His precum spread to the sheets, his thighs, and even his belly. Now everything became sticky because of him. What a naughty boy he was, creating such a chaos. When Poe still didn’t muster enough energy to answer your questions, you squeezed down on his hips, getting a better grip before forcing him up and down your cock in a rough pace. “Hu- ah..aAAHHhHNHgG wait- y/n..!! Too much oh <3 too much!” He’d complain, but due to the moans it doesn’t sound very convincing. Watching his muscles tighten as more tears roll down his body, along with droplets of sweat. His rosy cheeks were so adorable, his body too, so perfect for you. A perfect little toy for you to adore.

Once again you groaned into his ear, “tell me, Poe, who’s my good boy?” After you finished your sentence, you noticed how his rim clenched down on you, holding onto you without wanting to let go. “Mhmm..! I- I…” he tried to answer you, he really did, yet whenever he opens his mouth only more whines would spill out. “Go on baby, take your time.” You smirked at him, a comforting smile that told him everything will be alright. Poe closed his eyes in an attempt to collect his thoughts, but it backfired and made him focus only on the way you stretched his walls. God it was heavenly, it was ecstasy he never experienced before. Whenever you just meekly brushed against his sweet spot, he’d mewl and squeak like a little slut.

This is no good, he was close, he had to answer you or else he might receive a punishment. Why do you want him to praise himself anyway? It’s so embarrassing! When you once again drove your dick deep inside him, hitting spots he never knew existed, he lost all energy and slumped back against your chest. A melting expression on his face as drool dripped down his chin, body sore from all the overstimulation already. His legs twitched around as a poor attempt to balance out the pleasure he received. He was exhausted, he couldn’t keep going anymore, all he did in that moment was giving himself to you completely, letting you use him like a toy.

“This won’t do, you have to speak, pretty boy.” You reminded him, while clasping one hand over his, the one pathetically trying to play with his own member. “Uhh.. it feels ah, hNng too good.” He gave out, barely able to register the meaning of your words. “Hmm, but you can speak right? Need me to repeat my question?” Even now you didn’t give up, fucking his brains out while giving him orders. “Hic, hmm… m-me… ah, I’m your go- uhHnn good boy..<3” Poe answered eventually, after that his tongue stuck out and his eyes rolled back. As if you milking his prostate wasn’t enough, you were forcing his hand to pump his length up and down now as well! He was going to break at this point!

“Good job, that’s right, you are my loveliest good boy, so be proud of it alright?” You said, before pointing into him faster and harder as a reward. “AhhHHHHh!! OohhH! Too much- too deep!!! Y/n HngHh, too fasttt!!” Aww, he’s crying about how he can’t handle this again, such an adorable thing. Since he’s encouraging you so feverishly, you had to respond to his pleads, right? Grinning from ear as to ear as you mumbled, “Shh, don’t worry, you won’t break that quick, I want to make this moment last.”

[raekensluver]

the thanksgiving lie (introduction)

introduction, part one

description: every year, your mother calls to nag you about whether you're bringing anyone to thanksgiving. this time, you panic and say the first name that comes to mind- spencer reid.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

contains: fake dating trope, fluff

song rec: there is a light that never goes out by the smiths "and in the darkened underpass i thought, oh god, my chance has come at last"

w.c: 1.3k

an: happy thanksgiving to those who celebrate!

"mom, i've got to go," you said, your eyes darting to the clock.

with the phone pressed to your ear, you could almost feel the anticipation radiating from the other side. "i know," your mom's voice chimed, "i'm sorry i just wanted to ask if you're bringing anyone special to thanksgiving this year?" her tone a perfect blend of hopefulness and curiosity. you paused, staring at the wall, the question hanging in the air like a forgotten halloween decoration. the clock ticked away, each second echoing louder than the last.

desperately, your gaze flitted around the room, searching for inspiration. and then, as if the universe had conspired to throw you a lifeline, it landed on spencer reid. he was engrossed in a book, the tip of his pen dancing across a notepad, lost in his own world of logic and analysis. you blurted out his name before your brain could catch up with your mouth. "yeah, actually, i might bring someone," you said, trying to keep the tremble out of your voice. "who?" your mom's tone shot up an octave, excitement seeping through the line.

your heart pounded as you watched spencer, who remained blissfully unaware of the chaos he had just been unwittingly dragged into. you took a deep breath and hoped for the best. "spencer reid," you replied, as casually as you could manage. there was a beat of silence on the other end of the call, long enough for you to wonder if she had heard you correctly.

spencer looked up, a flicker of curiosity crossing his face as he met your eyes. you swallowed hard, your hand tightening around the phone. "spencer reid?" your mom repeated, her voice now filled with excitement. "the one who works with you at the bureau? oh, that's wonderful! i can't wait to finally meet the man who makes you talk about work even on weekends." she said, her voice brimming with approval. you nodded, even though she couldn't see you, feeling a mix of relief and dread. you hadn't even considered the possibility that she might actually believe you.

spencer's gaze remained on you, his brow furrowed slightly. you knew he had overheard your end of the conversation. your cheeks flushed as you realized you hadn't even asked him yet. "mom, i have to go now," you said quickly, cutting off any further questions she might have. "i'll let you know for sure when i know more, okay?" you didn't wait for her response before ending the call, the silence ringing in your ears.

you set the phone down, turning to face spencer. "so, about thanksgiving," you began, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. his eyes never left yours, the curiosity now a full-blown question mark. "yeah?" he said, his voice even, betraying no emotion.

swallowing your nerves, you plunged ahead. "i might have accidentally told my mom that i'm bringing someone," you admitted, watching for his reaction. spencer's eyebrows shot up, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. "oh?" was all he said, his gaze never wavering.

you took his calm demeanor as a good sign and continued. "so, do you have any plans for thanksgiving?" you asked, trying to sound as casual as you could while your stomach was doing somersaults. "not particularly," he replied, setting his book aside and placing his notepad on the coffee table. "why do you ask?"

his curiosity had turned into suspicion, the gears in his brilliant mind already turning. "well, i kind of… mentioned that you might come with me to my family's dinner," you said, the words tumbling out of your mouth. his eyes widened a fraction, the only indication that he was surprised by your revelation. "you did?"

his voice remained neutral, but you could see the wheels turning behind those piercing blue eyes. "yeah," you nodded, trying to keep your voice steady. "i just thought, you know, it would be nice to have someone to talk to, and she's been asking every year if i'm bringing anyone special, and this year i just panicked and said your name." you rushed to explain, your words coming out in a jumbled mess.

spencer leaned back into his chair, his fingers tapping a silent rhythm on the armrest. "interesting," he said. "and what exactly does 'might come with you' entail?" he inquired, his gaze never leaving yours.

you took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to organize your thoughts. "it means, if you don't have any plans, you could come with me to my parents' place for thanksgiving," you said, hoping the simplicity of the offer would be enough. "you know, to meet the family, eat some turkey, pretend to be my boyfriend for a night?"

his expression didn't change, but his tapping stopped. "pretend to be your boyfriend?" he echoed, his voice a tad skeptical. "what makes you think i would agree to that?"

you felt your cheeks grow hotter, but you didn't back down. "desperate times call for desperate measures," you said with a weak smile. "please, spencer. i don't know what else to do. she'll never let up if i go alone again."

spencer studied you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. then, with a sigh, he leaned forward. "alright, i'll do it," he said, holding up a hand to stop your relieved rush of words.

you felt a weight lift from your shoulders, but your heart remained in your throat. "really?" you asked.

"really," spencer said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "but only if you promise me one thing."

you nodded eagerly, willing to agree to almost anything at this point. "anything," you said, hope blossoming in your chest.

"you have to tell me everything about your family," spencer said, his smile growing slightly. "i want to be prepared."

you nodded, a wave of gratitude washing over you. "i will," you promised, "i'll fill you in on the drive."

spencer's smile grew, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. "deal," he said, standing up and extending his hand to shake on it. you took his hand, feeling a jolt of excitement run up your arm. "thursday it is,"

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hello! I hope you're doing good

I saw your post the other day that you were accepting requests but I don't know if you still are, but if you are, I was wondering if we could get some Nolan Grayson content👉👈

Nolan Grayson NSFW alphabet

I was given the chance to write anything, so alphabet time. This is post season 2 Nolan, cuz hes my bbygirl, and I think hed be a better partner in general.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I don’t believe viltrumite culture really does aftercare. They sleep together to have offspring, or maybe as a dominance thing, but I can’t see them doing a lot of healthy kink stuff, or just cuddling afterwards. He probably did something akin to it with Debbie, but its only after leaving it all behind after season 1 and getting with you that he would start to see more importance in it, especially when you give him a lot of aftercare whenever you are in charge. Hes not the best at it yet, but he does try.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On his partner, Nolans favorite part would be any muscularity they have, or if you happen to have a beard. If you have neither then its his partners thighs and hands. On himself its his muscles, especially his torso and arms.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I hope you got a bucket, viltrumites get the kryptonian treatment in this house. Which means, theres so much cum. Nolan produces even more than Mark. Mostly because hes older and is in his “prime” if that makes sense. Unlike Mark though, Nolan doesn’t see the amount he makes as an annoyance, since hes still quite prideful. You do catch him puffing out his chest a little if you mentioned its something you find attractive though.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has always had fantasies of being dominated or defeated in battle, whereafter the enemy will have their way with him. He has never once acted on these fantasies, but now that he’s with you and has gotten a reality check he might little by little try to step out of his comfort zone. Has had a few fantasies of being defeated, captured, and made into some kind of trophy wife, think like Leia in the slave dress type situation.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Theres no way to know how old Nolan is, but its assumed hes thousands of years old. This doesn’t mean hes got a lot of experience, since like I mentioned before, I believe viltrumites only do it to reproduce or for dominance. Hes probably gotten more game on earth than most of his life up till that point, so theres things you’ll have to teach him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position that puts you above him or has you pinning him in some way, especially loves any position where you choke him in some way, be it your hands or with your arm. When hes feeling more dominant himself you better except him to pull an amazonian position or something like that.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nolan is serious in most situations, and the bedroom is the same, especially since part of him feels a little strange just doing it for fun like this. But also because Nolan thinks he has to pay attention and learn, to make up for his less stellar experiences in the past.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Nolan doesn’t shave any of the hair on his body, except for his beard to get his usual stache. Viltrumites I believe would take pride in their bodyhair. He does keep it neat and tidy though, kinda like a controlled chaos.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Nolan doesn’t really know how to be way too romantic in the moment, since being in love without a purpose is still so new to him. He has his moments though, where he just kinda looks his partner in the eyes with the most love filled eyes. Saying it, is still difficult though.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)                                                                                                                                       

The normal amount for viltrumites his age, which I believe would be once a day or once every two days, just to keep themselves from backing up too much of it. up until recently hes probably mostly done it for his health, but after getting with you he starts to do it for fun.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Doing it in the suit, or just his cape for that matter.

Strength and power in general.

Blood kink, pain kink, what comes with fighting.

Sparring and training with his partner.

Powerplay

BDSM

Sensory deprivation

Asphyxiation and choking

Edging and overstimulation

Breeding (secretly, on him)

Roleplay (like the slave Leia and owner type roleplay. Getting this from him will be almost impossible though)

Dom/sub or master/slave

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Nolan could honestly do it anywhere, he doesn’t have a preference. That comes with being his age and having an ego like viltrumites tend to do. Hes a preference for doing it on battlefields or wherever you guys spar though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Its not that hard to get Nolan going, but hes much better at containing it than Mark, but that’s more because of age and life experiences. The easiest way to get him going is to get his adrenaline up, so sparring or even outright fighting. That, or just jerking off somewhere nearby, cuz he will hear and smell it with ease.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Share. Nolan wouldn’t share himself or his partner with anybody, he is very possessive. Especially other viltrumites. It would be like putting to male hamsters together, one of them dies before its over.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Didn’t have much of a preference in the past since it wasn’t really anything he paid too much attention too. But with Debbie he preferred receiving, since it was the more “dominant” role. But with you he learns that he quite likes giving, he just has a hard time in the beginning getting on his knees below you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the situation, but most of the time its slow and hard. But if its after you guys have sparred or fought, its faster and even rougher. He loves when you treat him roughly too. But there are times where its more slow lovemaking than anything else.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Nolan doesn’t have anything against quickies, its just not his favorite. If you both are in the mood, sure he enjoys it, but he prefers when you guys can take your time. But this also stems from viltrumites having so much damn stamina that one quickie doesn’t even scratch the itch.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nolans for trying most things, even more dangerous stuff, unless you are vulnerable like a human or something else in that genre, he wouldn’t want to accidentally crush you with his thighs or anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

More stamina than you could imagine, you can’t even dream of keeping up unless you are a fellow viltrumite, like Allen, or some other species like that. Could probably go nonstop for days, if not a couple of weeks without having to slow down. In the end, even If you are a fellow viltrumite, you guys probably just stop more out of boredom or because you have other things to do than exhaustion.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn’t own toys, and doesn’t really see the purpose for the most part. Of course, he still has fantasies where they fit very well, but Nolan won’t admit it even if you can tell hes thought about it from his blush.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Depends on his mood for the most part. If you guys are alone, I could see him getting handsy or mumbling the raunchiest of things. The type to “accidentally” rip your clothes just right, or his own clothes for that matter, just to show off a little. He loves when you tease him too, he’s just still very bad at waiting it out.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not very loud, even if you’ve somehow gotten him deep into subspace. He’s mainly grunts and groans, and he clenches his teeth a lot, meaning you’ll have to put something in his mouth. But if you do put something in his mouth, you might get some gasped moans and whimpers if you’re lucky.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has written multiple very successful adult novels under a penname when he lived on earth. One happens to be an extremely popular series based around his own most shameful (in his opinion) fantasies, involving a muscular warrior put under the boot of an even bigger and more muscular warrior. He’s not good at it, but Nolan likes to draw. It tends to mainly be doodles, but he’s surprisingly good at vehicles and landscapes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Very big and thick, like, you are so lucky he turns out to like bottoming the most. How Debbie took it, you’ll never learn, but that woman deserves a damn medal. Both a grower and a shower, you think he’s big when he’s soft, you’ll be in for a surprise when he gets hard. Veiny and uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Its always been quite average for a viltrumite his age and position, meaning he was fine taking care of himself up until now. Now Nolan finds himself fumbling every now and then, because he feels like an uncontrollable animal at times with how much he wants it. Nolan is able to suppress it though, more for his own pride and dignity than anything else.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nolan doesn’t really fall asleep afterwards on the regular, its only if you’ve really wrung his dry mentally, by for example putting him in subspace or similar. But its almost impossible to get him physically tired enough to sleep. He does like to cuddle afterwards, even if he doesn’t like to admit it.

[403tarot]

WONBIN HARD HOURS

i want him so bad i'll kms. disclaimer: reading based on what he currently likes, which can change. tarot is a game, take it lightly.

well, where should i start... he has a dark side. from the moment he enters the room he assumes a totally different posture.

he likes rough, sweaty sex with A LOT of mind game dynamics. a partner willing to jump on the bandwagon with him is someone he will treat like a winning ticket.

he can be cruel in words. wonbin uses and abuses his resting bitch face and likes to arouse some fear due to his seriousness.

i'd say wonbin is a dom for sure, and not one of those soft ones. he enjoys being in the mood of chaos, adrenaline, and fear swirling in the room... like in a predator and prey game.

enjoys mistreating and playing with his prey before eating. he's the kind who grabs by the hair, drags to the middle of the room and makes you kneel to suck him because he wants to see you pathetically kneeling on the ground giving him pleasure.

dacryphilia, he gets pleasure by seeing his partner's eyes with tears while their mouth is full of cock. "oh, can't take it anymore? i thought you wanted this."

he likes to spit and WILL do it if he gets the chance. in the face.

he's into shorter and physically smaller girls than him, (really) big boobs and an innocent appearance to feel like he's going to corrupt them. wonbin likes manhandling so he can treat as if they were just his little doll.

he likes deep kisses that start calmly but wonbin quickly loses control, pulling them by the waist, pressing his body against theirs and then rubbing his dick against them so that they feel how obedient girls makes him so hard.

wonbin is very possessive and enjoys marking, whether by gripping his partner's hips or moving his mouth to their neck. he likes to lick, kiss, and bite the skin, using his teeth to pull, and if his girl have issues with being marked by his teeth for everyone to see, he doesn't care. in that moment, she belongs to him and him only.

"what a pathetic useless hole you are"

he likes controlling his partner's orgasm and uses it as a form of torture. he teases enough until the limit, and if the partner climaxes without his permission, he continues with overstimulation until they beg because they can't take it anymore.

he likes anal, so if his partner allows it... but his dick is above average, so i wouldn't risk it (lol).

wonbin might enjoy when they resist him, ask him to let them go, try to escape... and he might even let them almost get away just to have the fun of dragging them back to him again... by their hair.

he likes being rough, seeing his partner's eyes rolling and hearing screams that blur the line between pain and pleasure, confusing all senses.

LOVES dry humping and fantasizes about a naked girl rubbing herself against his clothed bulge until he cums and makes a mess.

breeding; "i'll fuck a baby into you so you'll remember what a pathetic whore you are and who you belong to"

[storiesabouteli]

Amid Cares. // Elijah Hewson X Reader! (Fluff)

prompt: You are sick (kidney crisis) and Eli stays with you! Dealing with the fact that you're used to not needing anyone, and Eli will have to handle that.

words: 2,3k.

Eli slept with his mouth slightly open. He didn’t snore, but made a soft, comforting whistling sound. You wrapped your arms around his torso, wishing the pain would just fade away. Before falling asleep, you had told Eli you weren’t feeling well. He nodded, suggesting you could eat in the morning. You didn’t like worrying him, yet you liked how concerned he became for you. His brows furrowed, and he had this gentle look—it was kind of funny. “Do you want me to make something else for you?” He ran his hand over your shoulders, which were indeed warm, and he wondered why he hadn’t noticed earlier.

You had a sandwich he’d made sitting in front of you, but it felt impossible to eat, even if you wanted to. You stared at the pastel-colored plate, biting your lip, reminding yourself it hadn’t even been a week since you moved in together, and there you were, already about to mark this moment with chaos. “I’m just tired, I need to sleep, El.” He nodded, eyeing you like someone watching a child tell a lie. You didn’t catch much of what he said—couldn’t really string the words together—but he handed you a painkiller and lay down next to you.

The room was dark, his faint post-shower scent lingered, his arm was wrapped around you while your face was buried in his chest. It felt therapeutic, like it might work. Then, minutes later, you were staring into the void, trying to convince yourself the pain would ease, though it was only getting worse. Eli’s dark circles were more noticeable than usual (he never actually had them), and he usually fell asleep fast, yet he spent the night massaging your back and kissing your forehead until you finally dozed off and he could do the same. It was unfair.

“El,” you sighed deeply; moving your body felt like a chore. You cupped his face, looking at him, repeating his name with a heavy chest. “El, babe, I think I need to see a doctor.” Your weak, cracked voice made him open his eyes quickly. His hands moved through your hair, then down your back.

He was groggy, his curls slightly undone. You were hotter than before, barely able to keep your eyes open. “Why didn’t you wake me sooner?” he whispered, sitting up with you still pressed against his chest. He paused, expecting a little laugh from you, but it didn’t come. You shivered from the cold, wondering if he noticed just how much you avoided causing trouble. “El,” you weren’t sure if you were going to answer—your body felt limp, like a silent cry for help. His lips touched your forehead, and he gently laid you down on the pillow, chuckling softly in solidarity, making you believe everything would be okay.

He knew how much you hated hospitals—more than most people—and it triggered a quiet discomfort in him. “It’s all good, huh? I’ll grab a coat for you, and we’ll go.” You nodded, feeling his lips warm against your skin too. He moved calmly around the room, which was usual compared to you. Well, on closer look, he wasn’t exactly calm; he just didn’t want to make you panic, and it was working. You were feeling less anxious, not imagining worst-case scenarios.

He opened the wardrobe, knowing exactly where you’d placed your documents, and grabbed what was needed. You found it endearing that he remembered, especially since the house was still new for both of you. Despite your back feeling like it was falling apart, you smiled at him, even if just a little.

…

Eli walked with you to the car and made you comfortable in the seat, at least as much as possible. He turned on the radio, just random people talking, but it gave you new things to focus on. It was a quick trip, every now and then, you could feel his eyes on you; still, you didn't speak or open your eyes. The sound helped, although it was becoming hard to ease your pain. "El, it hurts a lot." He heard your words come out cold; your intention was to verbalize it, as if saying it out loud would make it pass.

He pressed his hand against your abdomen; his touch was comforting, and the warmth of his body felt good. Your head settled better against the pillow, and you realized you had lost track of time. You were aware of how you got there; you just couldn't clearly recall each step in your mind. Tears welled up in your eyes, panic leaving Eli a bit breathless.

"Shh, babe. It’s not going to be anything serious, you’ll see, right? They’ll medicate you, check that it’s nothing serious, and soon we’ll be home." He looked pale, but his voice was steady. You wonder if Eli would be good with kids? He wrapped his arm tighter around your waist, and even though your head hurt too, nothing seemed to improve, despite the adrenaline.

Eli ended up sitting beside you, resting his cheek on your belly, holding your hand, and gazing at your face. His thumb traced patterns on your skin, every now and then, he rubbed his face against you. You heard him sigh, a slight exchange of smiles; honestly, panicking only made it worse. Having Eli there, working hard to provide new stimuli for your brain and giving a gentle nudge to your stubborn neurons, was helping a lot.

You placed your hand on his head, weaving your fingers through his curls, which made him close his eyes, until a nurse entered the room, asking about your condition and pain level. You answered modestly, and Eli let out a breath of denial. "It hurts more than that; it started last night. The ibuprofen from yesterday didn’t last two hours; it just kept escalating ‘til it became unbearable." His voice sounded hoarse, tired yet alert. He glanced at his phone, and you smiled through a moan, noticing he had written down the time you took your last dose and when you would need to take it again. The nurse laughed too, thanking him.

"Sure," she said, glancing between you and Eli with a friendly expression. "What exactly are you feeling? Did it come on suddenly?" She continued, mentioning that she’d be back with some medication in a few minutes. You took a deep breath, briefly meeting her eyes before turning to Eli, who was holding your hand. You hadn’t expected it to escalate this much, but you knew what it was—and that you’d have to admit you'd been neglecting it a little. No excuses, you had just prioritized other things.

The silence was short, but in those few moments, despite her caution, you felt judged, as if your own thoughts were weighing you down. You felt guilty for not telling Eli sooner. You hadn’t wanted to burden him; he had his own life. "Do you want some space? I can wait in the hallway," he offered gently. You shook your head, his calm gaze steady on you. You didn’t want him to leave.

"The pain is in my lower back," you said, starting to sit up before she could help. Eli was quicker, steadying you himself. "I’ve had a lot of cramping, abdominal pain too, nausea, and I’ve been urinating frequently." Your eyes lingered on Eli’s hands, still interlaced with yours, his thumb moving in soothing circles. He didn’t know everything, but maybe he should have—he always asked, after all.

"Is this the first time?" she asked, preparing the needle. You turned your face into Eli's sweater, not wanting to watch. He kissed the top of your head, his touch as gentle as ever, without a trace of anger. "No," you sighed. "Well, maybe not this bad before. But now, it really hurts. I should’ve taken better care..."

"Yeah," she said, honestly. "Do you think it's a kidney issue?" she ventured, though it was already clear that it likely was, though understandable that it could have been something else. You nodded, "I’ve been growing a few stones." You stayed still as Eli’s broad fingers gently traced your arms. You had found out about this months ago—it was something you should have shared, something he would have shared with you. Now, it felt like a lie you’d been keeping.

The nurse gave you a light scolding, which you accepted as deserved, and Eli chuckled, promising to keep an eye on you. Since you hadn’t updated anyone on your condition recently, they said you’d need to stay under observation for a while. She left the room with the clipboard, and Eli answered a few more personal details about you. For some reason, that made you smile at nothing in particular. The medication was finally kicking in.

When the door clicked shut, you closed your eyes for a moment. Eli's hand rested on your abdomen, his lips pressed light, repetitive kisses to your forehead until a small smile broke through your discomfort. "Still hurting, poppy?" His voice was cautious, eyes slightly watery, the tip of his nose red. He wasn’t crying—maybe he was sad—but mostly, he looked exhausted. "No," you whispered, a little afraid of what would come next. You couldn’t meet his gaze.

"Are you tired?" His fingers brushed your cheek, and he noticed you weren’t warm anymore, visibly relieved. You felt the weight lift off his shoulders. "Kind of, but the pain is finally going away." He nodded. His expression was unreadable, but you felt an obligation to look at him, to talk about it, though you knew he would bring it up later.

"I'm sorry, I feel like a liar." Your eyes filled with tears, and you weren’t quite sure why. "You just kept it to yourself. I wish you’d told me. I would’ve taken care of you, given you support, you know?" He wasn't angry, and you knew he’d always be there for you, but the feeling was strange nonetheless.

"I can handle this on my own. It’s not something you need to worry about, El." Your words came out bitter, but they flowed naturally. This was how you usually were. Eli had gotten used to it, knowing it would take time for you to open up that side of yourself. He gave a small smile, and you figured he wasn’t mad because he was still so close to you, both in presence and touch.

"I didn’t mean for it to come out that way..." you added, but he squeezed your hand, signaling that he understood. "I know you can handle things on your own, but I don’t want you to have to. I don’t really get why you try so hard not to need me, like you’re some kind of burden. The thing is," he paused, swallowing to get rid of the lump in his throat. His words were steady, even as he took a few heavier breaths, "I’m here because I want to be, whether you like it or not," he smiled, and you laughed, following the light in his eyes. "You’re not a burden at all, I’d do it all over again."

You took his words in, studying his face softly. "You need to remind me to drink water; it’s not as simple as it seems." He laughed quietly, the sound filling the room with warmth. He assured you he would.

Your body felt more relaxed now, both from what Eli had said and the effect of the medication. Sleep was creeping in, fatigue from the discomfort finally catching up. The bed was spacious, and you didn’t expect it, but Eli sat beside you, awkwardly positioning himself next to you and wrapping his arm around you to make sure you were comfortable.

"Are you staying the night?" you asked, his chest vibrating comfortingly against you. He nodded, as if it were obvious to him, though not as much to you. "Shouldn’t you tell the guys you won’t be there tomorrow?" You lifted yourself a little to look at him, a sudden mental reminder popping up. He simply guided your head back to his shoulder, stroking your hair.

"I told them before you fell asleep at home. I wasn’t planning on going," he murmured. Knowing you were his priority made your body tingle, but not in a bad way. It was unfamiliar, but good. Hearing him refer to your place as "home" made you happy.

You nestled closer to him, your hand slipping under his shirt to feel the warmth of his waist as he held you tightly. "I’m glad you’re here, El." Speaking it aloud was your way of letting him know how much you appreciated everything, even if it seemed normal to him. And Eli knew you needed someone there—the way you gripped his hand, the fearful look in your eyes. He had heard your stories, learned about your discomfort in these settings. He could easily picture you waking up in a few hours, each test making your mind jump to new conclusions about your condition. He wanted to be there for you, and he would be.

"It’s fine, but just to be clear, I’m here because I want to be, not because I have to." You chuckled, your mind growing calm as his fingers worked their way into your hair. This time, it was the steady hum of your body that made him feel more grounded.

[poetryvampire]

✨ Falling into Place ✨

Pt 2 (pt 1 can be found Here )

Gn! Reader x Rolan x Zevlor

Words: 4,835

Summary: Unsure of how they may react to finding out you're poly, you can't bring yourself to admit your love for either Zevlor or Rolan. Despite your efforts you fear your presence is driving a wedge between the tieflings.

Contents: Angst with a happy ending, mutual pining, self esteem issues, love confessions, touch starved, Nsft, oral, creampie.

Notes: Thank you so much Anon for requesting this and for you and everyone being so patience and kind. 💜💜💜 I really loved this prompt and very much enjoyed writing it. Enjoy! 🥰

 Luckily for you the day was horrifically busy. Hardly any time to dwell on Rolan's icy glances or what might really be going through Zevlor's mind. Your party set out to a village not far off from camp. If the rumors and supposed sighting were to be believed, this had been a hide out of the goblins. The moment you entered the village it was clear  there would be no need for an investigation. Sounds of panicked screams rang through the streets leading to the middle of town that was marked by a plume of black smoke overhead. You found the horde- larger than you had hoped- in a full rampage: terrorizing villagers, taking prisoners and hurling fireballs at everything they could. In the midst of the chaos you were ready, not only to put your all into saving the village but also to let your concerns slip away and focus on the task at hand.   

 The battle lasted longer than expected but eventually ended in victory. Those that chose to flee did so without any prisoners; a great win in your books for the time being. You were left feeling more worn than you had in ages but could not allow yourself to stop. Much to Zevlor's dismay you had neglected to tend to your wounds-a few scratches nothing major- before you flew into looking after civilians, seeing what else needed to be done. 

 The second the danger had dissipated your mind was flung back into turmoil. You could barely focus on Karlach as she summarized her talk with the village elders. A chill of fear ran down your spine as you caught sight of Rolan and Zevlor in the distance. For the first time since setting out they seemed to be speaking to each other. Though on closer inspection Zevlor was healing the wizard’s arm. Once the magic subsided you noticed Zevlor moving slightly closer to Rolan as he spoke, as if to be mindful of a sensitive topic. Finally he placed a reassuring hand on Rolan’s shoulder only for him to knock it away. You could feel your heart hammering in your throat as you watched Rolan tense, his tail swinging defensively behind him. It was clear by the tightening of Zevlor’s jaw that the wizard’s words were less than kind. 

“Don’t look so worried they’ll be fine.” 

 You suddenly snapped back to the world around you and to Karlach who was watching them as well. 

 “What?” you squeaked. 

 “I’m saying you can stop being such a sad sack, they’ll be fine!.” She gestured at the two. Before you could pull your thoughts together she continued. “Can tieflings get a little heated? Of course! But Zev and Rolan are good guys. And even if they do fight they’re not in rut so they probably won’t kill each.”  

“What!” You shouted, your anxiety coursing through your whole body.  “What are you talking about?” 

 “Well, sometimes if two guys are going after the same mate -hypothetically that is- things can get a little over charged, bit emotional, they might have a row. To show off but also to beat the shit out of their opponent. It can get nasty from time to time; I watched a poor bastard get gored once, you know. ” Karlach searched your face for anything other than horror. “But our boys are waaaay too sensible for that. Like if that were the case. Hypothetically, you shouldn’t worry.” 

“Oh my gods.” was all you could manage after blowing out a long breath.

  Though you appreciated the sentiment, the idea of them actually fighting over you put your stomach in knots. Just as alarming was the notion that your emotions had been so obvious. Every little action was getting to you, making you question your judgment. Not only about your tiefling companions but everything. Certainly you were over thinking to the point of torture yet it felt like a just punishment for you being the one to create this mess in the first place. 

  As the sun began to set a generous group of thankful locals ushered your company into a pub, happy to treat you to food and drink. You were glad for the proper meal but the jovial atmosphere of the celebrating villagers was deafened by Rolan's thin lipped silence. Surrounded by music, dancing and noisy chatter you had no choice but sit there and stew in your discomfort. Worse still was the concern in Zevlor's eye. He knew something more was wrong than you were letting on. 

 The air kept growing heavier, the anxiety which raged in your chest coming to a boiling point. The moment it seemed that all your companions were distracted you took your chance and made your way out the door as slyly as possible. You moved quickly, as happy as you were for the quiet there was something in the stillness of the night that made you feel small. By the time you were out of the village the prickling in your eyes  turned into scattered tears at your own foolishness.     

 Silently you thanked the gods as you finally sat by the campfire, it was a small comfort but it helped you feel less alone. You hugged your knees to your chest as you wondered if calling the mission there maybe for the best. It seemed the only sensible choice. You would break up, regroup and continue alone. Or at least with a different arrangement. Before you could properly map out a plan you were interrupted. 

 Rolan approached you slowly, a familiar grimace on that handsome face. You would have given anything to see him smile again.

"Have I done something wrong?" Rolan asked, breaking the silence.

"What? No, of course not." you shook your head.

"Than you haven't brought me here to torture me?" There was a strain in his voice that you hadn’t heard in a long time.

“No! Rolan, I would never do that to you.” Panic spread through your gut, thousands of words flew through your head, many of them leading  to his resounding rejection. How could you have been so senseless?  

 “Then why else would you want a useless wizard with no experience at your heels other than to bask in his humiliation.” His words were laced with venom. “If that was you intent bravo! You’ve done an excellent job.” 

“Rolan, don’t say that.” You plead, wishing to banish every terrible thought from his mind.  

“ If I've mistreated you, it wasn’t my intention.” He spat. “Truly. I know I’m not great at, well, handling these types of things. I know I’m not- not anything really.” 

 “Rolan, please-”   

“Let me speak.” He snapped. Rolan’s voice was sharp but his eyes held a wild desperation.

You nodded, thankful to be sitting down, that he couldn’t see the weakness in your knees. Rolan paused to take a breath as if drawing words was as painful as pulling an arrow from one's chest.

“I’ve never had a talent for speaking on my emotions. Even more so on matters of the heart. I used to barely believe that love was real. Or maybe I just wanted to believe that to make myself feel…” He laughed bitterly. “Less alone? Perhaps. But I was wrong. I’ve loved you since the Grove.”  

Rolan let out a shaking breath as he began to pace like a caged animal.  

 “How long ago was that? And yet I’ve done nothing. Like I was waiting for this to happen. I think I hoped that would be better. If you loved another I might be able to bear it,” He shook his head, gaze turned downward. “But not Zevlor.” 

 You felt dizzy. Numb, as if he had knocked the air from your lungs. 

 “Of all people. Zevlor? Not only another tiefling but one that has my affection-my respect? He is my better in every way. Stronger in heart and body. More handsome, more wise, more charming. I am already painfully aware that I am no hero, or beloved leader. I don’t need to be reminded at every turn what I lack.” Rolan didn’t dare look at you, still you could see the moisture in his eyes as plainly as you heard the trembling in his words. “He speaks to you with such ardency, it makes me sick. Had I done the same, things may have been-”

A sudden rustling in the darkness made both of you jump. You had been so lost in the revelation of his words your surroundings all but faded away. Your personal nightmare continued as a weary looking Zevlor stepped into the light. 

 “By the Hells,” he breathed, moving closer to the fire. “You gave me a fright. Have you both gone mad? First you wonder off,” Zevlor took a moment to look you over. You’re sure he caught the panic in your eyes. “And then Rolan disappears altogether.”  

“And just why does that bother you so deeply?” Rolan interjected before you could think of what to say. The sadness in his face slowly turned to rage.        

“Don’t be a fool. For all we know there’s still goblins about. Ones that were keen to try and take prisoners to Gods know where. It’s dangerous. You could have-” 

“But not for the noble Hellrider himself.” Rolan sneered. “He’ll be perfectly fine. Can’t miss an opportunity to play knight in shining armor, can he?”

Zevlor paused, his lips thinning, his eyes fixed on the wizard.

“It has been a tiresome day, Rolan. Perhaps it would be best to get some rest.” The paladin suggested. 

“Of course, heavens forbid our great hero do anything outside your watchful eye.” 

 “Please!” Zevlor hissed. “Clear your head. Go now before-” 

 “Before what?” Rolan raised his voice, suddenly stepping closer to Zevlor. Your heart hammered, breath ragged as panic consumed you. Would they actually try and hurt each other for you of all things? 

 “Before you say something regrettable.” Zevlor answered flatly.  

“Such as what?” the wizard challenged. “That your old age has turned you into a blithering mother hen?” 

“Watch yourself, lad.” This time it was Zevlor that took a step closer to his would-be opponent. 

 “Is it not true?” Rolan laughed spitefully. “You dote on them enough like some guardian  of their virtue. Well, guarding it for yourself, I imagine.” 

“Hold your tongue!” Zevlor growled, baring his fangs. You shivered realizing just how big they were. “Don’t you dare question my honor. I have my failings but I am no cad.” 

“What honor is that, oathbreaker?” the wizard pushed, ready to break or be broken. “The kind you spar with? Tell me, does training often end with your pupils underneath you?” 

 Zevlor’s hand shot to Rolan’s neck, roughly taking him by the collar. The younger man latched on to his arm in an attempt to throw his opponent to the ground. Zevlor easily overpowered him, trying to hold him still as Rolan’s hands began to glow with magic. 

 “Stop It!” you screamed louder than you thought possible. Your vision swayed for a moment as you jumped to your feet. Your whole body shook with nerves as if begging  you not to do what you were about to. But you had to end this before anyone got hurt. 

“Stop it, I can’t stand this anymore!” You erupted in hot tears, completely unable to hold it back. The tieflings froze their infernal eyes locked on you. “I didn’t want any of this. I didn’t- This- this is all my fault.” 

 You tried to go on but the shallowness of your breath and flood of tears made forcing speech painful. Your cheeks burned so bright with shame you could barely meet their gaze.

 “Just try to breathe, it’s okay.” The concern in Zevlor’s voice made your guts twist. You must have been so pitiful in his eyes.   

  “N-no please I’m-I’m so sorry.” Your head spun, you just needed to get the words out. “I’m in love with both of you. I didn’t- I’m sorry! I don’t know how It h-happened. I just couldn’t say. I didn’t want to hurt you. I love you more than anyone. And I've been open and had more than one partner before and I just- I know a lot of people don’t like it or think I'm a whore and couldn’t stand the thought of losing either of you and how could I choose? Zevlor, I love you wholly. Rolan, I love you completely. But I don’t expect you to put up with this or me- I’m so sorry for, for…” 

The more words you pushed out the lighter you felt, as if you had detached altogether from your body. Your throat was tight, gasping without even realizing it. Suddenly it all came crashing to a stop and your vision turned to darkness. 

 The first thing to come back to you was the feeling of grass beneath you. You breathed deeply, trying to figure out why your body felt so heavy. It was a low soft voice that drew you back to earth. You slowly opened your eyes trying to seek out the familiar sound. The haze surrounding you morphed into your two tieflings. Rolan sat with his head down, back slumped as if weighted down by defeat. Beside him knelt Zevlor speaking calmly, his hand grasping the younger man’s shoulder. 

 Everything flooded back to you in a horrid wave of embarrassment. You wanted to jump to your feet, your panic returning to you but moving your head so quickly only caused you to groan at the dizziness that ran over you.

 In a moment Zevlor was at your side  

 “Careful, now. No fast movements.” His eyes searched yours, once satisfied that you were alright he smiled. Despite everything, seeing him above you still made you blush. “Easy. Just take your time and breath.” The paladin held his hand to your back helping you sit up. 

“Oh gods,” you groaned, your voice a bit raw. “Did I, did I really…” 

“Faint? Yes. You came terribly close to the fire. Thankfully Rolan caught you with a spell.” He answered. 

 You looked at Rolan sitting across the fire. His eyes were glassy and swollen, the stains of freshly shed tears in his cheeks. 

“I’m sorry.” you spoke quietly. You couldn’t remember the last time you wanted to crawl into a cave and never talk to anyone again so badly. 

 Before you could find the strength to drag yourself to your tent to cry in peace, Zevlor wrapped a shawl around your shoulders, his hand sliding down your arm before slowly letting go. Heat spiked in your throat again. He touched you so gently it hurt. 

“Thank you.” you said weakly, not able to tell if there was a real chill in the air or it was just the heartache. “I was thinking we should pack up tomorrow and call this off. I can look into it letter and maybe-” 

“What?” Zevlor cocked his head. “How long have you been unwell? Do you need to see a healer?” 

“No. But,” you paused, voice trembling. “I think we should just go home and put all of this behind us. The faster we go our separate ways the faster we can move on.” 

Trying to swallow down your tears you look away waiting for his confirmation for what felt like a lifetime. Instead you feel his warm, weathered hands envelope yours. 

“My heart, why would we do that?” 

His words hung in the air. Just as you thought, the second you turned to him the tears returned. 

 “Was all this because you take multiple partners?” He asked. 

 You could only bring yourself to nod and to your great surprise Zevlor broke out into hardy laughter. It seemed even to startle Rolan.  

“My apologies,” He chuckled. “I feared something grave. But by the Gods that’s nothing. No, that’s perfect. You’re perfect.” Zevlor studied your face, he was beaming. “I’ll admit it’s been some time since I’ve had such an affair, but I am very familiar. It was quite a common practice in my youth.” 

You were breathless. Again you tried to push out words but all you could manage was a highly embarrassing squawk. 

“Dearest, I can think of no greater honor than being at your side. With or without others. I only hope to be worthy of you.” Zevlor kissed your hand not breaking his gaze. 

“Don’t say that.” you laughed. You can’t recall ever feeling such a strange concoction of emotions. Wild fear and unbound happiness swirled within you, blending into one. “I’ll die of joy.”  

Zevlor’s hand rose to your chin, drawing you closer to him. 

“Then I shall revive you.”He whispered before capturing your lips with the same passion he had that morning. Gods, it had only been this morning. The warmth of his skin made you want to cling to him but he did not let himself linger too long. You both knew not everything was settled yet. 

 When he broke the kiss Zevlor’s eyes were alight with an awe you had never seen before. It was a youthful excitement that radiated from him. 

 “Rolan,” Zevlor called, turning to the tiefling that pulled his head from his hands. He held out his hand, a clear offer to join you but Rolan only looked at him hesitantly. Finally Rolan moved forward, his eyes casted down and full of shame. As the wizard stood awkwardly, Zevlor took his fidgeting hand and kissed it as well. You could have sworn a flash of blush tinged his grim face. It only seemed to fluster him farther. 

“Well, I owe both of you an apology. To say the very least.” Rolan began slowly. “My emotions got the best of me and I was cruel and childish. I hope you will be able to forgive me.” 

 As always the wizard melted your heart with such ease. His remorse dreadfully apparent you sought only to comfort him. 

“Rolan I already have. This whole ridiculous mess is my fault.” 

 “A miscommunication. On all our parts.” Zevlor corrected.

 You reached out to the wizard cautiously as if trying not to scare away a frightened cat. Gently you tugged on his sleeve and despite his hesitation he sat down though not as close as you would have liked. 

“I’m just,” Rolan pressed his lips together, shaking his head. “I never dreamed something like this would happen. You’re both wonderful. All the time but especially to me. You’re too kind to me, I don’t deserve it.” 

“That’s the most absurd thing you’ve said all night.” Zevlor interjected. 

 A half smile crossed Rolan’s lips but still he regarded the both of you like you might strike him down at any moment. 

“I must admit I don’t know how to feel. If you had told me you loved me before I would have been- well absolutely over the moon and unsure if I might have fallen victim to some ungodly succubus- but I would be terrified. I don’t know what I’m doing and I just want to be good for you. And to double that!” he laughed awkwardly. “My head is spinning at the thought.” 

Your eyes traveled over the wizard’s face, taking in his knitted brow and tired eyes. You reached for a loose strand of hair and neatly tucked it behind his ear. 

“Rolan,” you spoke as your hand fell to his cheek, caressing his warm skin. “More than anything I want your happiness. You’re already great just as you are. But I want you to be comfortable. If you want we can take things slow, we try things and see how we feel. You don’t have to decide anything right now.” 

To your astonishment Rolan pressed his face into your hand, hungrily, keeping his eyes shut tight. 

“I’d like that.” he managed between kissing you palm. 

Unable to stop due to the serge of joyful energy that rang over you, you threw your arms around him. To your delight he reciprocated instantly, holding you tight to him. Before you knew it you were kissing him. His mouth, his cheeks, his forehead. Everywhere you could reach. He clung to you even harder as if the smallest breeze could take you away from him. 

 “Could you hold me for a while?” He asked, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

 “Of course, Rolan.” You cooed to him. 

 You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so comfortable as you did in that moment. In the low fire light you lay with your beloved tieflings, your head on Zevlor’s chest, Rolan at your side, his arms wrapped around your middle. This was a subject of your wildest dreams yet the exhaustion of the day set in fast and before too long you were fast asleep.  

The revelations of that night did not disappear with the rising sun. The notions of it being some stress induced fantasy were banished when you woke to find yourself sandwiched between the two men. You slipped from between them easily, safe with the knowledge that you would be in such a position again soon. 

 To say you were correct was perhaps an understatement. Over the next few days the anxieties which had weighed you down were replaced with an insatiable need for closeness. As you traveled onward the simplest of tasks were tinted with a new found excitement just by being in each other’s presence. Every brushing of shoulders or lacing of fingers thrilled you utterly. All three of you become terribly aware of just how long it had been since you had allowed yourself such intimacy. Without fail, every evening you’d find yourselves packed together, now unable to stand sleeping alone. 

 Eventually you settled in Rolan’s tent. His talents for magic affording you more space and comfort. He had conjured a large bed that overflowed with blankets and pillows. Penalty of room to spread out; not that you wanted to. Despite keeping mostly chaste thus far, it was no secret that you craved the warmth of each other.  

 You found yourself in Zevlor’s lap, never missing an opportunity to settle in his strong arms. Between sips of wine, the paladin would plant soft kisses on your neck. As usual, Rolan sat separately choosing to take his time before cuddling up to either of you. Hopefully he would move in soon; there seemed something particularly tantalizing about him that night. He looked more relaxed, almost peaceful as he leaned against the headboard, dressed only in a robe, his loose hair framing his beautiful features. There was a dreamy look in his eye that made your heart flutter.

  With a feather light touch Zevlor held your chin, turning your face to his.You welcomed his kiss reveling in the taste of his wine laced mouth. Blush bloomed across your cheeks as you felt his finger tangle in your hair. You tried to adjust yourself, gripped with the sudden need to have your hands on him. Pushing yourself flush against him you moaned before you could stop yourself as you felt the solid bar of his erection beneath you. The heat you had so desperately tried to keep contained now pooled at your core. Aching for relief you rocked your hips against his and spurred him on. Tightening his grip he kissed you feverishly, sucking and biting your lips until they were half raw. Zevlor’s free hand glided over you keeping you pressed tight to him. Your clothes become tighter and more uncomfortable by the minute. 

 “Do you want this, my heart?” Zevlor broke the kiss to look at you.. 

 Heart thundering you could only beam up at those perfect fiery eyes before turning your attention to Rolan. He was watching you intently, face flushed, not a whisper of jealousy or unease to be found. 

“Gods,” his lips curved into a playful grin. “Don’t stop on my account. I’m quite enjoying the view.”

That settled it. You pulled away from your paladin and moved off the bed altogether. 

“Yet, I’m sure we could give you a better one.” You grinned making quick work of your clothes, letting them fall in a puddle at your feet. 

 Any lingering doubt that your lovers wanted you was banished by the hunger in their eyes as they raked over you. Never in your life had you felt so desired. Zevlor was quick to follow you, shedding his clothes while lavishing your neck and chest with wet kisses. He swept you into his arms like you weighed nothing, laying you gently in the center of the bed before eagerly climbing atop you. You held in a moan taking the view of him. At the scars that littered his muscles, at the full, thick cock that hung between his legs. Instinctively you spread your legs in anticipation. He continued his ministrations, mapping your body with his lips. 

 It felt like an eternity before he settled himself between your thighs. You shivered at the vibrations as he groaned against your aching sex. His expert tongue ran over you collecting every drop you had to offer. In no time he had your hips in a vice grip to still you as he moved his mouth over you. You surprised yourself at the wantonness of your moans, almost embarrassed how quickly he was pushing you to the edge. 

“Please, Zevlor, I- Please.” You babbled, unsure of what you were bagging for. But the tiefling granted your wish all the same as you felt something prod at your entrance. His tail slowly sank its way in and out of you before beginning to curl and pump you farther. 

 “How is that, sweet one?” Zevlor asked between flicks of his tongue. “Soon you’ll be nice and ready for us.” 

Us. The thought was almost too delicious for words. You casted your eyes to Rolan, who was wide eyed, now palming himself with earnest through his robe. You reached for him, whining desperately. Now too drunk on pleasure for shame. The wizard moved to your side without hesitation. Half frantic, you pulled open his garment and sighed at the stunning pattern of ridges in front of you. His cock was long and stiff as stone, it’s head shining with precum. Rolan hissed and shuddered as you stroked his length. Zevlor pursed his lips around you, suckling lewdly. Your hips snapped, a wave of heat rushed over you as your climax took you without warning. You writhed and mewled as you spilled yourself over Zevlor’s eager tongue.

 Rolan swore. Both at the sight before him and how tightly you gripped him. Breathing hard with lust Zevlor gently slipped out of you and raised his head, the evidence of your release still on his lips. In a swift motion the older man pulled Rolan to his side and captured his lips, drawing a loud moan from the wizard.

 “Is that good? Do you want it?” Zevlor growled between rough kisses. 

“Yes, Gods, yes,” Rolan repeated, trying to lick up every bit of you from his mouth.

 The second he was over you your hands were on him, your legs wrapping around his slim hips to draw him closer. Rolan’s eyes danced over your form as if trying to take all of you in at once as he carefully eased into your warmth. A slurry of whimpers erupted from you as each ridge dragged against your insides, teasing and stretching you deliciously. Before long Rolan found his rhythm and set a rougher pace than you had expected. 

“Rolan! That’s-you’re so good you're so perfect -Gods-” You were gasping half breathless at his unrelenting assault on your depths. 

 Zevlor ran his fingers through your hair while singing your praise sweetly. You pawed at him quickly loosing you ability to form words. You licked your lips, lolling your tongue out at him making your need clear. He complied happily and brought his fat, heavy cock to your lips. You relished his strong earthy taste as you sucked deeply, taking as much of him as possible. You moaned around him as he started to move, his eyes fixed on you, watching his manhood pump into your greedy mouth.

“That’s it, my love. You’re so beautiful like this.” Zevlor gasped. 

Without thinking your hips began meeting Rolan’s thrusts with abandon, the feeling of being filled with both your lovers intoxicating you utterly. 

 “I love you, I love you,” Rolan cried looking at his lovers, teary eyed. “I want this, I want you.” He chanted his love over and over as his movements became sporadic, his breathing ragged.  

 It was impossible to tell who came first. You were suddenly overwhelmed with heat. Rolan trembled, his hips slowing as he filled you to the brim just as Zevlor groaned lowly spilling down your throat. It was pleasure unbearable, coiling and snapping at your core, sending another orgasm coursing through you.

 You were all a mess, but a deeply satisfied one. You ended the night tangled together, secure in each other’s arms as if that were the way you were always meant to be.

[mercuriians]

say what you want

synopsis ☆ you're forced to confront your feelings for aomine when your plans go wrong at a party.

content info — angst to fluff, some hurt/comfort, fem! reader, mutual pining (reader & aomine are both idiots), little bit suggestive at the end. also, as a WARNING, this work contains references to underage drinking so if that makes you uncomfortable then please don't read this.

word count — 3.1k words.

author's note — first full knb fic i've written!! yeahhh i got carried away so oops. wasn't really sure how to end it but i hope it's alright either way. while i was writing this fic i was listening to take a chance with me and lowkey by NIKI, so if you want to feel the vibes of the story then u should listen to those songs, they're amazing i promise. hope u guys enjoy!!

"you know, ahomine, this entire thing was your fault."

you aim for your words to be sharp, accusatory, and scathing, filled with the type of poison that conveys just how irritated you felt at the moment; they’re intended to withdraw some kind—any kind, actually, since it’s aomine you’re talking to—of guilt or acknowledgement from the boy, or at the very least a sign that yes, he was the one who deserved the blame, and every ounce of it too.

however your objective falls short, and there’s a thought that irritatingly lingers at the back of your unusually sluggish mind: that, really, you weren’t exactly free from fault either. but it isn’t like you want to admit that because even the boy next to you knows the extent of your obstinacy and pride.

it’s a shame, and it’s quite ironic too, that your words are ultimately what betray your integrity. the way they come out breathless, slightly slurred, and definitely nowhere near scathing says more than enough.

earlier, you might have drunk a bit more than you were supposed to.

but to be fair, it was kise's seventeenth birthday. knowing how passionate he became whenever the subject was about parties or having fun or legitimately just having the spotlight on himself, the celebration turned out to be rather wild, to say the least. though when you had all five—technically six—members of the miracle generation gathered in the same area, as well as some of their respective teammates, the pandemonium was likely the only thing you could even anticipate. besides the heavy stench of testosterone of course.

see, your original plan was to spend the night quietly spectating the crowd. you never really liked parties, and you never really liked all the chaos that it brought. what you did like, though, was watching that same chaos unfold before your eyes. you even prepared your childhood friend to be by your side when it all went down, with his fluffy baby blue hair and his innocent, perceptive gaze never straying too far from where number two sat contentedly, playing with a rubber ball.

"how long do you think it'll take before kagami and aomine get into a brawl?" you had mused, hiding your amused grin behind your hand as you watched the two basketball players get into an argument over what the next song would be.

all the while, you hoped that kuroko didn’t see the way your eyes dipped towards the area of skin that aomine’s shirt haphazardly left exposed.

luckily he didn’t seem to notice. either that or—this was more likely—he was kind enough not to comment.

"ten minutes." kuroko had stated bluntly, answering your question. as it turns out, he wasn't far off from the mark.

so, for the first half of the party, your plan worked. you sat by the corner, languidly drinking from your cup of apple juice while you chatted with kuroko about anything that came into your mind. everything was fine, things were going well on your part, and at some point, you even sang along to the cheesy pop music that the speakers blasted.

most of all, you managed to avoid aomine.

but to put it frankly, shit hit the fan the moment the clock hit eleven. a bit surprisingly, the instigator wasn’t aomine, or takao, or even the golden birthday boy himself. no, it was sweet, exuberant momoi.

looking back on it, maybe your surprise was unreasonable. this was the same girl who could make eerily accurate predictions simply based off the statistics she collected from the court, and with you being a basketball player yourself, you knew just how scheming momoi could be when she really wanted to. that, and the fact that she happened to be another one of your childhood friends.

yeah, you probably should have realized that she was plotting something.

yet the realization never dawned on you. not when she offered you three consecutive cups of sake and claimed that “it’s to help you loosen up!”, not when she managed to pull you away from kuroko, not when she proposed the stupidly cliche spin the bottle game, and definitely not when she forced aomine to sit directly across from where you were.

after watching a few hilarious and awkward rounds, it was only inevitable for you to be the one spinning the bottle, and it was only inevitable for the damned thing to land on the one boy you were hoping to skip. and no, not because you hated him, but precisely because you simply couldn’t. it was impossible to not like aomine, even with his laziness, arrogance, perversion, and occasional playboyish tendencies. the truth was that behind every flaw of his, there were just as many positives, whether it was his obstinate loyalty or his unwavering honesty or his genuine respect for those who earned it.

so no one could blame you for the way your breath caught in your throat when aomine held your gaze and when he eventually began to make his way over. “this okay with you?” he asked nonchalantly as if this was a light, casual matter, and as if he didn’t care at all. yet, there was a slight, barely noticeable tightness in his navy gaze. had you not known him for years now, you likely wouldn’t have picked up on that small detail.

but as small as it was, really, it was anything but. and with your heart beating just a bit faster, you knew exactly why.

you nodded your head wordlessly, your lips parting, your eyes meeting his, and your message being spoken and understood through that eye contact alone. aomine leaned in, and you closed your eyes.

his lips were chapped, and his hand felt rough and calloused against your skin, but you felt a trail of fire prickling through your body anyway. quicker than you would have liked to admit, you found yourself falling deeper. you hoped, for a brief, flickering moment, that aomine felt the same. maybe, within his mind, there were thoughts of you.

swirls of past memories, like when you two would play basketball together, sweat dripping down your faces, soaking the fabric of your clothes as you focused on not letting him score; fragments of the future, like what it would be like to attend college together; and wishes for the present moment, like maybe how he wanted you to be his, just as you've wanted him to be yours since the last year of junior high.

you pulled aomine in closer, fingers digging into his collar. the logical part of your mind shrieked, voice raising in volume the longer you pressed your body against his, but you shut the thoughts out.

very, very vaguely, it occurred to you that the alcohol made your heart beat faster, made your spirit burn recklessly in a way that you hadn't known before.

for better or for worse, aomine noticed too.

and the moment you regained all sense of control, you realized that you no longer felt the weight of his body, or the warmth of his lips. bright lights flooded your vision as you opened your eyes. aomine stood a foot or two away, his shirt a bit crumpled from where you had gripped the fabric.

there was a certain kind of look on his face, but the problem was that you were unable to decipher it. this was the first time you couldn't read him.

fear settled into your bones.

had you just ruined everything between the two of you? not just the chances of ever dating him, but your friendship as well? should you have kissed him in the first place? what kind of person did he think you were now?

what had you done wrong, and why did you ever even accept those drinks from satsuki?

suddenly the room was full of too many people, and there were too many sounds and the lights were starting to blind you and damn it you couldn't even hear yourself think. in the heat of panic, you found yourself running, murmuring mindless apologies to whoever you almost crashed into.

you didn't stop until you reached kise's balcony. it was small, barely enough for three people to fit in, but the fact that you were able to taste the crisp june night air was enough.

unfortunately, it turned out that you only had a few minutes to spend alone with your thoughts. before long, the sound of the glass door sliding open disrupted the silence. you closed your eyes, praying to whatever was above that it wasn't the one person you wanted to avoid.

"wow, you really don't want to talk to me, huh?" a gruff, low voice dryly remarked. well, shit.

your eyes flew open. "i—uh, aomine," you cleared your throat hastily, "what did i.. did i say that out loud?"

"sure did," he confirmed. you heard him walking towards you before you saw him slide into the narrow space on your left. cautiously, you snuck a glance; his expression seemed to be unbothered, but knowing what happened ten minutes ago, you wouldn't risk a bet on it.

his eyes met yours. "you've been acting off," he remarked.

you refrained from rolling your eyes, like it wasn't already clear enough. "yeah, well, the sake that satsuki gave me was.. um, expired." you lied, and quite messily too. "made my stomach feel weird."

"she made me check the expiration date before her mom bought it," aomine deadpanned, and for the umpteenth time that night you wished that the floor was kind enough to swallow you whole. "and your stomach seems fine to me."

"well you wouldn't know that," you shot back, somewhat angrily. "and why did—how did satsuki even get her mom to buy alcohol in the first place?"

"her mom was the one who suggested it," aomine shrugged. despite the twinge of surprise that you felt—you weren't exactly sure if an adult was allowed to buy alcohol for seventeen-year-olds—it was quickly washed away and forgotten, overshadowed by the look that the boy suddenly gave you.

"so, are we gonna keep dodging the topic or what?"

your shoulders sagged, your arms crossing over your chest instinctively. "what is there to talk about?" you muttered.

"look, between the two of us, you're definitely the smarter one," aomine stated bluntly. "so quit actin' like you don't know what happened back there, (name)."

a heavy sigh escaped from your lips, frustration welling up within your chest all over again. you found it quite difficult to even breathe at the moment. "i don't want to do this right now," you stated. "so please just leave and we can pretend like—"

"that's the problem right there," aomine interrupts, an unprecedented twinge of emotion filling his voice. it was anger and frustration akin to yours, yes, but there was something else—something that you could reluctantly guess stemmed from a place that he'd kept hidden until now. "you keep avoiding me like i'm the damn plague or something. i didn't even do anything wrong, and if you feel like i did, then i can't do anything about it because you're not telling me shit."

and that right there brings you to the present moment, the buildup to the storm that's about to wreak havoc and tear up the land.

"you know, ahomine, this entire thing was your fault." you hiss, every ounce of your feelings pouring out without abandon. it's messy, it's unorganized, and it's raw; maybe none of it even makes sense, or maybe all of it does. you don't bother trying to wrap your head around it because there's no use in doing so.

for once, you don't think, and you let your words spill out like water from a broken faucet.

"it's your fault because you made me feel this way about you, even though you're one of the laziest, rudest, and most obnoxious people i know, not to mention that you read those perverted magazines. but you're also one of the most loyal and genuine, and i know that you would never lie. not on the court, and not outside of it, either. and that just—a-all of it frustrates and confuses me because we're polar opposites. you say whatever's on your mind, and you don't care about what people think about it. i can't do that."

you take a moment to breathe, to slow down, and to collect your scrambled train of thought. "i think that's why i don't tell you things like this. i'm probably drunk right now, but i think you want someone who's as unafraid as you are, someone who takes charge of the situation instead of being in the background. the only time i can be bold is when i play basketball. because then it's just—"

"just you, the ball, and the person in front of you," aomine finishes. surprisingly, his tone is soft, even understanding, and you look up to meet his gaze. "i know how that feels."

"it's like nothing else matters when you're on the court," you whispers, and the boy next to you nods. "all of it is simple. it's nothing like having to deal with your emotions, and having to understand them."

"you're right about that," aomine agrees. there are a few, shocking beats of silence that ensue, both of you seeming to ponder on your individual thoughts. "but, you know, the way you kissed me back there said a lot."

your face flushes pink. "yeah, i know," you mumble, turning your head away as you rest your arms against the railing. there's an uncomfortable feeling that sinks into you, just being aware that aomine knows how you've felt about him for years. you don't remember ever feeling as exposed as you do now.

"you're a good kisser," he comments somewhat offhandedly. "makes me wonder how it'll feel like to do that again in the future."

you pause.

your mouth drops open. "huh?" you stammer embarrassingly. "you can't joke about this, aomine—"

"look at me," he interrupts, softly but firmly. with hesitation swirling within your mind, you raise your head to meet his sapphire eyes. there's no trace of humor, or scorn, or sarcasm anywhere on his face, however. in fact, the seriousness exuding from his expression feels undeniably out of character.

and yet he's never looked as breathtaking as he does now.

"i hate saying this, but i think satsuki really did succeed this time." seeing the confusion on your face, aomine explains, "i tried pretending like i didn't have feelings for you either, because like you said, it feels weird. i guess ignoring them was more convenient for me, too. but, satsuki being satsuki, i guess she got bored of us being idiots and pulled this entire thing together."

"she's an orchestrator," you mutter, astonished. "wait, so, this means that you like me too—i'm not hallucinating?"

"nope, your ears are working perfectly fine." he states. "i've liked you ever since you broke my ankles and put me on my ass back at teiko."

overcome with surprise and glee—none of this feels real, still—you can't help but snort. "weren't you pissed when i did that? i mean i remember kise drooling over me, and akashi-kun giving me a compliment, but you were definitely upset." fond memories flash within your mind as you remember the sheer embarrassment and anger on a thirteen-year-old aomine's face.

"and i was, believe me," the boy chuckles. "but that was the first time a girl played against me and won. usually, they would just crowd around me and ramble about how hot i was. it was an unexpected change, but it was nice. kind of turned me on, too."

the last part almost causes you to choke on your saliva.

"such a pervert," you accuse him, a tint of pink staining your cheeks. "i don't even wanna know the thoughts that filled your head."

"i was thinking about how great of a girlfriend you'd be," aomine grins, stepping towards you. he reaches out, his hand moving to fix the strands of hair that covered your face. "and how pretty you'd look wearing my jersey."

"we can talk about that later," you swallow, looking up at him through your lashes, the party long forgotten. "right now, all you have to think about is kissing me again."

"that's easy," he retorts, his strong arms circling around your waist protectively. aomine leans down, his eyes slowly sliding shut, and his distinctive scent—cedarwood, smoke, and a hint of sweat—washes over you as his lips slot against yours.

unlike before, the kiss isn't frenzied or desperate; still, it maintains an air of passion, which both of you can clearly feel. his hands are curious, wandering and tracing areas all over your clothed body, almost as if he's trying to imprint them into his memory. they finally rest comfortably on the small of your back, with your own hands perched on his broad shoulders.

sneakily, he bites your lip, prompting a small, sharp whimper. your mouth opens invitingly, and his tongue sneaks in, swirling around your own.

when you pull away a little while later, you find yourself panting. your chest heaves with every breath, and your knees start to feel weak. "and you say i'm the good kisser," you say breathlessly, reaching up to give him one more peck.

"well i wasn't lying, was i?" he raises his brows slightly, making you giggle. "i had to stop myself from going even further."

"nobody said you had to stop," you whisper under your breath, catching him by surprise.

"trust me, i didn't want to," aomine leans down again, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. "but we're both a little drunk right now."

his words bring you a renewed sense of clarity, or at least something resembling it. he's telling the truth, really; doing anything reckless under the influence of alcohol is quite far from being a good decision. "and i thought you were supposed to be a delinquent," you tease him harmlessly.

"even delinquents use their brain sometimes, (name)," he rolls his eyes. "besides, i'm starving right now. i wanna eat some of the onigiri that kagami made, even though he gets under my skin."

"he's a really good cook," you sigh in admiration, examining aomine's expression closely, "and he's handsome, too.."

he scowls. "watch it," the boy warns, "don't say anything you're going to regret later."

"sorry, daiki," you apologize with a grin. "it's just fun to tease you."

"whatever," aomine mutters. "tomorrow, i'll get my payback."

[cogentsummoner]

Hi! So I'm rereading the Smite soulmate au and I was curious- Will we ever find out what exactly their soulmate marks are? Based on chapter 2 its a mark or something on the wrist. Is it a picture or certain word?

Also idk if you had plans to write out the actual scene of Smite and reader meeting for the first time but him kidnapping them and bombarding them with questions always sounded so funny 😭 I personaly would love a fleshed out scene of that if it's something you've thought about writing!

This fic is everything and I'm obsessed 💖

so i was largely gonna leave the soulmark designs up to reader interpretations, mostly because i don't really have any specific symbolism in mind for them. like, its not a sunflower or something like that. its just a kind of... curvy little design. if i had to pin down a design for it, it looks something like this!

as for how the reader and smite met.... well. let's just say it was a rocky beginning.

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You took stock of the situation; you weren't injured- anymore, that is- but you were deeply fatigued and pinned down amongst the rubble. You could hear the sounds of battle, far too close for comfort. Your left arm was stuck, your wrist- your soulmark - exposed to the world.

Gazing at its familiar looping design, you felt your tired eyes fill with tears. Were you going to die? Before ever having gotten to meet your soulmate? You'd been waiting for them for such a long time… it wasn't fair. Fuck, it wasn't fair!

Without warning, something crashed like a comet nearby, it's impact making the earth tremble- and making your coffin almost complete. You could barely see anything anymore, just a sliver of light penetrating the oppressive darkness.

You heard the sound of heavy, stomping footsteps approaching, and a deep, distorted laugh, and found yourself frozen in fear. Oh god. You were going to die, weren't you? This was it.

Cowering in fear, you remained silent- and All Might, King of Chaos, Symbol of Fear- he almost passed you by without noticing you.

But something caught his eye, and he stopped. Right in front of you.

"What is this?" he breathed out. There was no cocky malice in his voice- only genuine confusion… no, wonder?

Suddenly, you could feel the ground shake a little as he dropped to his knees, clearing away the rubble and debris pinning your arm down. Once it was free, he… cradled your arm, your wrist, gently, as if it was something precious.

"Hey- hey! Are you alive under there? Can you hear me?" came the voice of All Might as he… began digging you out.

"I'm here," you replied, voice shaking with terror. You begged pathetically, "Please don't hurt me."

"No- no, no, no, I'd never hurt you," All Might reassured you in a way your exhausted mind couldn't comprehend.

He pushed aside huge chunks of cement and rubble like they were nothing, pulling you out and then holding you with his hands under your armpits, as if you were a small child. You stared into the unforgiving and uncaring mask of the most dangerous man in the world, and you could do little more than tremble like a frightened prey animal.

"Hey, it's okay!" All Might said, his voice changer making what was surely supposed to be a comforting statement into an unsettling one. "I'm not gonna hurt you, and I'm not gonna let anyone else hurt you. I promise."

"Why?" you whispered, your confusion only feeding into the fear.

"Oh- right. Got a little ahead of myself!" All Might replied with a belly laugh. He put you down gently, and then- to your horror- rolled up his left sleeve.

It was a perfect match. It was a perfect match of your soulmark.

You stared, uncomprehending, until it finally clicked.

Tears welled up in your eyes. They were not tears of joy.

When the sound of the Number One Hero's yell reached the two of you, the moment was cut short, and All Might made his move.

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All Might was on cloud fucking nine.

Literally, as in he was bounding high in the air, from building to building, as Endeavor blazed after him like a fiery comet- but also metaphorically, because he had, at long last, found his soulmate.

"Where are you from? Where'd you grow up? What do you do for a living?" he asked, voice loud enough to carry over the intense wind rushing past the two of you. There was just so much he wanted to know about you- it'd been a little over forty years since his soulmark appeared, and he wanted to know every detail of what had happened to you in that time. He was so goddamn excited, a warm bubbling feeling taking root where his stomach should be. "What's your favorite color? And food? And flower?"

You only answered one of his questions, your voice barely above a whisper. "Daisies," he could barely make out. "I like daisies."

"Daisies are nice!" he replied cheerily.

It took him a few more minutes to get Endeavor off his tail, but finally, he came to a stop on a rooftop in a quiet section of town. He gingerly took you off his shoulder and set you down on the ground, and you immediately leaned on him for support, which he was more than happy to give you.

"Are you alright?" he asked, which- in hindsight, it was a stupid question. He could admit that now. But in the moment, he was just...worried about you.

Your grip on his arms tightened, and you laughed. It was a harsh, hysterical sound.

"No!" you shouted, tears once again filling your eyes. "No, I'm not alright! I-I was buried alive because of your stupid fight, then I'm 'rescued' only to find out the Number One Villain is my soulmate, and now-! Now you've kidnapped me, and I'm so nauseous from all that jumping, I could puke! So, no, I'm not alright! In fact, this is perhaps the worst day of my fucking life!"

For a long moment, All Might simply stood there, still as a statue, your words making his heart freeze over, then shatter. You were trembling, and you refused to look at him- finally, he realized the obvious. You were terrified of him.

Before he could say anything, you let go of him, taking a few stumbling steps back from him, your back hitting the wall of the rooftop door. Your hands covered your tired, dusty face, and you sobbed as you slid down against the wall, pulling your knees close to your body.

You looked so fucking heartbroken. So genuinely fucking upset. Upset that he was your soulmate.

Minutes passed in silence as you wept, and All Might fought the sudden, pathetic urge to do the same. You didn't want him. You were afraid of him, you hated him!

He'd been so excited to finally meet you. After so many long years of isolation, necessitated by his crusade against All for One, he had hoped that when he did finally find his soulmate…

He wanted you to love him. You were supposed to love him.

This wasn't fair.

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This wasn't fair.

Your soulmate was supposed to be someone charming and sweet and kind- not a villain. Not the Villain. Not a murderer, a monster. What had you done to deserve this?

Slowly, you stopped crying, having no tears left in you. You were exhausted, physically and emotionally, and now you had a headache on top of everything else. You simply curled up, resting your forehead on your knees as you hugged them, and closed your eyes.

You tried not to jump when you heard heavy footsteps approaching you, but despite your efforts, you flinched. You could hear All Might sigh, then came the rustling of buckles and leather. When he spoke again, his voice was noticeably different.

"I'm… I'm sorry. I didn't… mean to kidnap you. I… I just couldn't leave you behind, and Endeavor…" he said. His voice was deep and low, almost soothing.

You opened your eyes and tried not to gasp at the startlingly handsome face of an unmasked All Might. Chiseled features, hypnotic blue eyes, and golden, slicked back hair… Nothing could've prepared you for the sight of the Number One Villain's true face.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "So I can go home whenever I want?" you asked. Handsome though he may be… he was still All Might. This changed nothing.

He nodded, mouth set in a firm line. "Of course. I can drop you off-"

"If you're going to jump like you did to get here, then absolutely not," you interrupted sourly. Then, quietly, you added, "I'm afraid of heights."

He winced, then rubbed the back of his neck. Seemingly embarrassed, he mumbled, "…sorry."

He reached out a hand, to place on your shoulder, but you immediately tensed and said, in a voice as cold as ice, "Don't. Don't touch me."

You could see him swallow thickly, and he nodded. "Alright. Alright," he replied with a sigh, just the barest hint of… disappointment? sadness? in his expression. He took a few steps away from you, then asked, "Is it okay if I sit down here?"

You had to bite down a hysterical laugh. The most dangerous man in the world, asking for permission from you? What a joke.

You nodded warily. "Fine."

All Might sat down across from you, brows furrowed as he seemed to study you. You merely closed your eyes and rested your forehead on your knees again.

Finally, he spoke. "I… I know I'm not… what you wanted-"

You let out a derisive snort.

"-but we are soulmates, and… and I'd like the chance to get to know you," he said, sounding incredibly sincere, if not somber.

You contemplated his words for a minute, then replied, "There is quite literally nothing I could do to stop you from doing… anything, really. If you wanted to stalk me every moment of every day, there is no force on this planet I could enlist to get you to go away. If you wanted to actually kidnap me on purpose, then I doubt anyone could save me. Don't pretend like I have a choice in all of this."

You opened your eyes, and looked up to see unmistakable hurt in All Might's expression. He was quick to hide it, but his stricken face sat heavy in your mind.

"You do have a choice," he insisted. "I don't- I don't want to force you to do anything! I won't! I want you to…"

"To want you? To love you? Of my own free will?" you supplied, letting out a heavy sigh and straightening out your legs. You folded your hands in your lap.

A fierce blush bloomed on All Might's face, even as he looked away. "…yeah."

"I don't know if I can do that," you answered honestly.

His eyes squeezed shut, and his hands clenched into fists. "Can you… can you give me a chance at least? Please?"

Without his eyes on you, you stared at him unabashedly, then let out another sigh. "If I do, and the answer is still no, I do not or cannot love you at the end of it, will you accept that? Will you leave me alone? Or should I fear for my life if I do reject you?"

His mouth trembled. "I would never hurt you. No matter what you do to me, or how you feel, I-I… I could never hurt you. Please, please- if nothing else, please believe me on that."

You were quiet for a long moment, letting the two of you stew in the mess of emotions you were both feeling, before finally replying, "Okay. Alright. I'll give you a chance."

And with that decision, you sealed your fate.

[queenendless]

My Hallow Fairy✨️

A/n: Short piece. Sorry if it seems like it wasn't done with enough effort. But I genuinely wanted to get something out for this week cause next week is the last time. Cause Halloween is gonna be big. If ya know, ya know. But I at least am glad I got something of Winx on here.

Ault!Bloom x Adult!Fem!Reader.

Short AU piece. Hurt/comfort, romance, fuff, and implied suggestive stuff. Just pure self indulgence cause she's my favorite fairy. I prefer the 4kids dub. Especially for Bloom's VA; perfection. So there.

"He's the biggest fool of them all to not appreciate the energetic, sweet, creative, beautifu angel that you are —!"

The moment those words left your lips, your confession became ingrained into the mind of the princess of Domino before she flung herself into your arms, smiling smittenly as she kissed you into a blushing humming mess.

The time spent being there by her side to help her cope through the messy breakup with that blond dunce of a royal ex were filled with tears, tissues, and tugs of the heartstrings. Never date a guy that lies about being engaged to another yet still taking you out amiss it. Besides spending time with the rest of the Winx Club, you used the time together to do anything and everything to help Bloom get through it all.

And in the midst of all that, your harbored feelings for your childhood friend turned crush only grew in the time you reconnected and renewed your old relationship. And of course, that relationship blossomed into a most intimate kind.

Fast forward to the Halloween party you were hosting — cause let's be real throwing one for your favorite holiday in this scenario would happen —

"Well what do you think?"

Turning around, your red cheeked gaping expression of yours made the Winx Club giggle. For your mesmerized The two heart marks on her cheek. The pink and blue highlights in her pigtailed hair. The gothic fairy before you brought you to awareness from those twinkling blue eyes.

"Beguiling."

"Careful~ I might just put a spell on you~" That coy grin of hers just made you want to smooch it away. And you did.

"You already have~ For a long time now~"

Hugging her waist, you and your special HalloWinx held hands and spun in glittery bliss, lost in each other’s gazes.

The floating lite jack o lanterns mingling with the girls pixies invisible to regulars eyes aside from the Winx and you.

The costumed dancing pairs twirling about the skeletons and knights lining the walls to the beat of the spooky themed, booming music

The spooky castle setting for a lively party is a match made in chaotic fun.

The girls danced amongst themselves, with other costumed kindred souls, and even dragging you two into their chaos.

Watching these Hallowinx doing the Pumpkin Boogie as the multicolored strobe lights made them pop out more than ever amongst your partying attendees.

Combine that rushing heated sensation with some fizzy drinks and you two can't keep your hands off each other.

The late night came rushing in like a white hot wave as you two dove into an unoccupied room, lost in kisses and sighs. Brushing those red locks off her bare shoulder, your fingers caressing her velvety smooth skin, stripping off her form fitting costume in a steamy rushed manner. And she gave you the same treatment; just as impatient and tempted.

Your lovestruck gazes stayed on each other the whole time. Letting the full moon gaze upon your pairing as you were lost in endearing pleasure. To worship and cherish your fiery angel.

The party ran on for the whole night, ending in the drawls of the sunrise. The castle would be filled with stragglers waking up from the highs of partying.

For you? It was the start of the new month. And the start of a breathtaking morning as you woke up in each other's arms. Nuzzling her giggling face as you breathed in her cozy scent.

"Never let go." Bloom whispered.

"I won't. Not you, love. Never." Your heated promised sealed in with a kiss.

[wth-if]

Humans have made their peace with the supernatural a long time ago.. all of them, except the demons.

Ten years ago Archangel Michael swooped down from the Heavens to give humans a new salvation, a solution to their pest problem, a little thing they called H.E.L.L. - Heaven's Eradication of Lethal Lowborns.

Ever since then the demons have been under control. Until recently -unexpected, right?- after a series of kidnappings conducted by a cult calling themselves The Morningstar's Children. Ever since, H.E.L.L. has been cracking down hard on the lowborns.

And well, Lucifer Morningstar (The President of Hell Themself and Michael's sibling) is having none of that.

In retaliation, she sends you, a demon, to infiltrate H.E.L.L., and take it down.. from the inside!

OR, a celestial sibling rivalry goes a bit too far.

FEATURES (May Change!):

Play as a lowborn/demon! Male, female or nonbinary (including cis/trans options); gay, straight or aro/ace; be the vessel for Lucifer’s revenge against her sibling by.. hunting your own kind? What?

In-depth character customization! Hair color & style, skin color, body type, markings, piercings, etc!

Choose how you got chosen for the job! Are you a demonic assassin or are you just an average joe who happened to be walking by?

Romance one out of four unique romance options! Your demonic co-worker, a demon hunter and TWO archangels (that’s right!)

Cause chaos and shenanigans! Get Michael’s coffee wrong, mess up an investigation and let demons escape H.E.L.L.’s grasp! It’s what you’re here for!

Discover the mystery behind the disappearances, and who's really behind The Morningstar's Children!

Help Lucifer Morningstar win her election against her son Satan, or sabotage it!

Levithan (He/Him): Demonic Overlord, Son of Lucifer, Sin of Envy. You'd expect a guy with that description to be pretty full of himself, but instead he seems pretty tired and over-worked. He's been tasked by Lucifer to infiltrate H.E.L.L. alongside you- why? It's anyone's guess at this point. (Possible Tropes: bickering couple, tired x energetic, tol x smol)

Yavhi Gupta (They/Them): Stubborn, rude and cold-hearted. They've been working for H.E.L.L. since they were able to join, and they're one of the toughest, roughest demon hunters around. They don't joke or play around, they go straight for the kill each time. Unlucky for you then, that you've been assigned to train underneath them for the foreseeable future. (Possible Tropes: enemies to lovers, opposites attract, black cat x golden retriever)

Raquel (She/Her): Fierce, witty and loyal to the end. When her best friend left Heaven, she followed right after. Now, she works as a detective alongside him and they've been hired by an outside source to investigate The Morningstar's Children, as H.E.L.L. can't seem to do anything right, and she'll do anything to find out the truth; even if it means teaming up with a lowborn like you. (Possible Tropes: fwbs to lovers, smart x dumbass)

Gabriel (He/Him): Quiet, yet lethal and dangerous. He left Heaven for a reason, but now works alongside his friend as a detective. He's the brawn of the operation, but just as willing to do anything to get the truth... even if you get the feeling he knows more than it seems. (Male MCs only. Possible Tropes: Mutual pining, star-crossed lovers, quiet x loud)

Lucifer Morningstar (She/They): As the Sin of Greed, she's the father (mother?) of all the other deadly sins, and the current President of Hell- though with reelections soon, and her subjects looking in their son's, Satan's, favor, that might change soon. Which is why they sent you on the quest to take down H.E.L.L., so her rep would get a serious boost. She's conniving, scheming and pantsuit wearing, and will stop at nothing to keep her spot on top. (And I love her.)

Michael (They/Them): The most powerful Archangel of them all, it was obvious that one day, they'd become the humans savior, their saving grace.. uh, not really, but they love the praise. Recently however they've been under fire from the human media after a slip-up resulted in the deaths of six people, but they managed to save grace by capturing and promptly executing a few lowborns connected to The Morningstar's Children. (Which, In Raquel's professional opinion, puts them right at the top of her list of suspects.)

Shae (She/Her): A vampire and the one who hired Raquel and Gabriel after the kidnapping of her son Damien at the hands of The Morningstar's Children.

LINKS :

DEMO POST (TBA) R/O INTROS (TBA)

Asks about the R/Os, the characters or the story in general are always welcomed!

[theamityelf]

Crazy ai idea makoto is his entire classes soulmate au imagine the chaos and the weird tsundere alliance Byakuya and Celeste would have as well as the possibility that junko would quickly figure out her and Mukuro share a soulmate

Not for nothing, there is a fanfiction similar to this (at least the "Makoto is his entire class's soulmate" aspect) called "You Can Do It, Togami," which I read recently on AO3. (I haven't finished reading it, but it's cool!)

I'm not sure whether this is more fun if it's all one kind of soulmate (Like, everyone occasionally sees through his eyes and he occasionally sees through theirs, etc.) or if it's all different kinds. He's got soulmate marks, he's seeing visions, he's seeing in color, there's a timer on his skin, just everything.

(And that's if it's reciprocated. It could be that they get the symptoms and he doesn't.)

Some fun possible scenarios include but are not limited to:

His classmates all have different soulmate marks, but they all represent him. Sayaka has the crane, Kyoko maybe has a bunny rabbit, Taka has a clover, Mukuro has a teddy bear, etc. (These are just examples, except Sayaka's; that one's definitely it.) They each realize that he's the one represented by their soulmate marks at different times (except Sayaka, who knew it since middle school). Meanwhile, he's got marks for all of them, and it's pretty obvious who his marks represent, so much so that he's embarrassed to show pretty much any skin because he knows it looks kind of pathetic for the Ultimate Lucky Student to show up to school with soulmate marks for all his talented classmates.

Everything that marks your soulmate marks you, and vice versa. Everyone who has Makoto for a soulmate keeps getting skinned knees, stubbed toes, bumped heads, etc. Meanwhile, Makoto is getting the works all the time: Hina twisted her ankle and now he needs a cast, Mondo got in a fight and now Makoto has all kinds of bruises and cuts, Kyoko's hands?!?! (Presumably frequent migraines and a scar on his head from Kamukura.) He shows up to Hope's Peak with gloves like Kyoko (but not leather; something comfortable), a knee brace like Hina, just various band-aids. His pain tolerance is incredible. He'll just raise his hand in the middle of class, like, "I think I need to go to the nurse again," and blood is running down his face because his forehead scar reopened again. (He doesn't get the internal affects of the Kamukura Project.)

Vision-sharing. Kind of like I mentioned. He occasionally sees through everyone individually, everyone individually occasionally sees through him. Maybe including dream sharing. This could basically mean that everyone kind of grew up with Makoto, in a way. Characters like Byakuya and Kyoko get a glimpse of a normal life. Everyone in his class kind of knows Komaru from glances and out-of-context scenes. Everyone knows Makoto's handwriting (or has the opportunity to know it; some of them might not be that observant), from watching him do schoolwork. Meanwhile, Makoto going through his childhood seeing through all of them at different times would definitely earn a reputation as a daydreamer, and no one believes him when he says how many different soulmates he seems to have. Plus it means that later on, once he actually meets all of them in person, there's a high probability that any personal time he spends with one of his soulmates will be seen by a different one.

Unreciprocated would also be fun! Makoto is just living his life like normal and everyone else is having their varied reactions to him. Maybe he has no marks or symptoms, or maybe he only has one or two. Whatever the case, it doesn't mean he can't come to reciprocate their feelings; there's still hope for them yet.

I realize this post covered more ground than it delved into anything in detail, so feel free to send another ask regarding a particular scenario you want to explore, lol.

(Next soulmate post)

[sashi-ya]

🌸 ▹𝙱𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚢𝚊'𝚜 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝐇𝐂𝐬: 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

▹ headcanons of our sweet noble being a dad. tw: well, pregnancy of course. careful a little spoiler, if you don't know who Ichika is, then just ignore this, please. sfw. these are simple headcanons, the way I imagine Byakuya be with a baby and based on how Kubo addressed he acts with and towards Ichika ▹ wc: 800

Byakuya would like to have just one child. Is not he is not interested in having a million with you, but, he knows that he wants to give that baby all the love and attention as possible, and sharing isn’t an option. At least during the first years of the baby’s life.

He would, for the love of God we all know he would, ask for his servants to craft the exact replicas of his own attire in baby size. From kenseikan (which you will have to remind him that babies have no long hair), a mini gimpaku (mint green, of course) to tiny, tiny white gloves embroidered with the Kuchiki clan symbol.

Speaking of the Kuchiki clan emblem, everything in the baby’s trousseau will have it on. White, pure cotton, hypoallergenic, as expensive as ten manors. You told him it isn’t necessary, but you know it’s futile. Nobody deserves the best than his own family, and he will give you even more.

You will wake up one day, and you will see your son/daughter dressed in some kind of green blorb attire; yes, Byakuya design an onesie with Wakame Ambassador for his baby. No, you aren’t taking it away. Yes, he will hire a photographer to make a special photography session with his descendant dressed in that. A photo he will put in his own office next to an Ichika one he took one day when they were training with their Zanpakuto. Cause proud uncle, always.

And Wakame Ambassador will be present everywhere too. From plushies, the first one personally sewed and embroidered by him. The baby, carrying the Kuchiki blood, will obviously cling to it for dear life. And you couldn’t ask for more, seeing baby and dad sleeping on your bed with the plushie in between them? Yes please, someone draw it.

He won’t be an absent nor cold father. Contrary to what many people might think, Byakuya is a person who really takes time to be with his family. Same as he attends the many events and reunions when his sister isn’t able to attend, he will be there for his baby. Since the Quincy invasion, he has changed for the better, and the moment his dark sky eyes meet his newborn’s he will melt, to the point of showing the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen drawn in his lips.

Byakuya will lift his baby in arms, with utmost care and pure delicacy. He would look, inspect every corner of his own blood, and then snuggle the baby in his arms. The moment he feels the chubby cheeks of his newborn against his chest, it will mark the start of the most pure bond nobody will dare to break nor even threat. He will swear -in silence- that will protect his descendant with everything it takes.

The noble will try to train his kid since baby, but he won’t be able to be really strict. Same as happened with Ichika, his child will become his weakness. Some times you will have to scold him for letting the kid do whatever he wants with him. Byakuya looks like a cold one, but in reality he would count the hours all throughout the working day to go back to you and his baby. He wants to play, to laugh with you two… he might not tell you, and probably he will never do, but with him words aren’t necessary.

Then, when the baby becomes old enough to attend the academy (cause of course the next head of the Kuchiki clan is not only strong as hell, but also has inherited dad’s sense of service, responsibility and novelty) there will be some weeks of pure chaos. “NO, HE WILL BE HOME-SCHOOLED!” Byakuya will shout. “Honey, he needs to make friends. I know you’ve been home-schooled, but, don’t you think he/she/they deserves to experience the academy, make new friends and perhaps even found a lover?” the last part was just to tease him, but, after so many nights discussing (and perhaps so many kisses to convince him) he gives up. His baby is gonna attend the Shinigami academy, and he wouldn’t be more proud of everything his son/daughter does.

Oh, and speaking of which… he will pick up, personally, his little bundle of joy. Some people will feel a little intimidated that the sixth captain of the Gotei 13 is there with his cold stare and his golden noble things, but he is gonna become an active member of the organization just to make the academy an even better place for his child. (And also, because he has met the joy of gossiping with other parents while waiting for his child to get out of class)

Byakuya will be the happiest man in the world. The proudest father. His baby, his weakness and also his strength. His genes will run stronger in the kid, and, some afternoons you will be happy to see through the window at both battling with wooden swords, with smiles on their faces and a happy ending with no end for a soul who suffered so much… 💖

[darlingpoppet]

Fave Fics of 2023!

A list of some of my favorite fics I read in 2023, though note not all of them are from this year. I feel like I didn’t get to do as much reading as I would’ve liked but I guess at least I was still able to put together a decent list! This isn’t a ranking, I listed everything in alphabetical order.

a bit of earth by @elemmacil (patrochilles)

Character study of Hadesgame Achilles & his time in the house of hades, pre-canon. Also, Zagreus takes care of a plant & it’s so wholesome. Lovely, atmospheric, and fueled by vibes, I adore the secret garden inspiration which slots into the hadesgame-verse sooo perfectly. This is great for the sad girlies like me who recently re-watched the movie from the 90s and thought “what if the whole movie was just us watching lord craven being a sad, pining dilf the whole time?” *clicks tongue* noice.

A Reasonable Explanation by stygius (pza)

I already read On The Ropes by red_smear last year so it doesn’t get to be on this list but I did go into 2023 continuing to seek out some of the “old classics” for this ship (yanno how reading fics that were published before joining the fandom sometimes feels like consuming media that existed before you were born? lol) this one is fun for the subversion on the “relaying messages” trope and taking god worshipping to literal (sexyy) extremes… I think if you wanted a good pza introductory fic this would be a good place to start!

Debased by youcouldbeagod (patrochilles)

Found this on a whim one day while clicking through the tags, as it is pretty much the only dedicated Troilus & Cressida Patrochilles fic on AO3 and it is ＢＲＩＬＬＩＡＮＴ！ The story is simply that Thersites stumbles upon Achilles & Patroclus having sex in their tent and he provides his usual witty and scathing commentary throughout. It truly reads like Shakespeare in prose form, I could easily imagine it being staged, it’s like a deleted scene from the play! The ending is also pitch perfect and still lives in my head rent-free. If you’re familiar with Shakespeare’s version of the characters definitely give it a read.

isn’t it romantic by infinitesle (dillydallybutterfly) (pza)

I was going to recommend a patrochilles fic by infinitesle that I love which is you are the currents that are pulling me onward but I’m pretty sure I read it in 2022 so it doesn’t count, sadge. So instead I’ll recommend another lovely morsel, a pza fic set in the jazz age au that a bunch of us in the pza channel of the hades lounge discord collectively came up with. Idk this might be a “you had to be there” kind of story but I think it still paints a pretty picture and if it inspires anyone else to contribute to the AU I wouldn’t complain. I’ll make my own proper contribution eventually, mark my words!

not the desperate type by @baejax-the-great (patrochilles, side hector/patroclus)

Baejax is well-known for their long fics which are all bangers ofc but personally my favorite piece of theirs this year was actually this oneshot in which Patroclus is engaged to Hector and then cheats on him with his ex, Achilles. They get caught in the act and the results are… predictable, lol. I love that it hews close to the tone of the Iliad where it’s no good/bad guys, just flawed humans making flawed choices and the AITA version of this story would totally be given an Everyone Sucks Here verdict, I’m sure. I’m STILL thinking about the ending even months & months later. Oh and of course, the sex is chef’s kiss!

One Night Of Chaos by Luddleston (pza)

This was technically a Dec 2022 read but I’m making an exception for it because I feel like it’s the flavor of pza I had been craving all along when I was reading through some of the older classics for this ship and it was key in helping fuel the inspiration for my own pza fics this year. There’s just something about Zag being invited into Patrochilles’ little world to watch their charming rapport with one another & being disgustingly in love that’s PEAK CONTENT for me and I loved this spin where he gets to meet them while they’re still alive, pre-heartbreak. Basically everything about it is my personal ur-pza text so if you’ve liked any of my own pza I’m sure you would like this one too. The sequel is also fun and was properly a 2023 read for me so I’ll mention it too haha.

Presentation by @sonderlivra (eruri)

Judging by the time stamp of my comment, I started my 2023 off right by reading this fic by one of my all-time favorite eruri authors! This is an omegaverse fic with a twist, it is well-written, hilarious, and had me guessing up until the very end. I would literally recommend anything this author writes (including the asscreed fics she & other beloved friend @zorthania have been writing this year… I don’t go here but these are my blorbo in-laws and I care them uwu)

sacramentum by fresco_k (eruri)

I didn’t take the time to read many other eruri fics this year unfortunately but I did get to beta some fics for this year’s eruri matchmaking event and this was one of them: a gladiator AU set in Ancient Rome and it was so serendipitous that I got to help with something so close to my current hyperfixation! The premise is very intriguing and it’s off to a lovely start… not to mention the author is a sweetie who knows & has a lot of passion for the time period… so check it out!

the slow mending by meikuree (pikuhan)

I finally got to dip my toes into some pikuhan fics this year and luckily my first one was a real banger! This was such a lovely little canon-compliant Hanji character study along with an exploration of their relationship with Pieck representing the two sides coming together and it was so beautifully written. It feels like the perfect introductory fic for the ship just in general because it really highlights everything that’s attractive about it! Love it!

tight fit by naxtique (zagchilles)

naxtique’s fics pretty much all scratch that itch for hadesgame dead dove of the dub/non-con variety, oftentimes laced with angst. Their particular flavor of Zagchilles with slave-to-his-passion, guilt-stricken Achilles is so compelling it always makes me stare at the wall thinking about it. And this is my favorite one, in which Achilles gets sex-pollen’d and ends up in a compromising position with Zagreus. Another one where the ending haunts my dreams (in a good way). Not for everyone obviously but if this sort of thing is up your alley, it’s great.

you’re a walking disaster, and yet— by @johaerys-writes (patrochilles)

Another patrochilles GOAT well-known for their serial longfics, and this year I’ve been enjoying their modern AU Patrochilles where the two of them grow up together in rural Greece. This one has probably my favorite ever synthesis of takes on Achilles’ character I’ve read so far—brilliant, autistic, and gender fluid. It’s definitely an extreme slow burn and gets pretty angsty & messy at times but it’s also devastatingly realistic & relatable and speaks to me a whole lot :> currently ongoing, definitely worth diving into!