#im dumb and cannot count

[pebre-con-aji]

[thbbie]

·˚ ༘ your boyfriend knows you like his hands but with his gloves on? oh you seem to have fallen so far in love

sleek black rubber gloves cover his strong though endlessly beautiful hands, they fit so well. every soft protruding vein pushing against the stretched rubber.

"theree you go. taking my fingers soo well aren't you doll."

"feels too good? yea? i know it does but my girl can handle this much can't she? don't disappoint me now baby, you're doing so good f'me"

"filthy girll~ making a mess all over my desk, all over my hands. you're so messy."

"ahah, don't be getting shy on me now, show me, spread your slutty pussy for me and show me how messy you are for me. go on"

"you wanna cum beautiful ? yea? how bad. bad enough to beg me for it?"

"shhh sh, come on now, is this not what you wanted? to cum? one more. one more, baby. you can do it, t'll feel so good i promise."

you melt away, every coherent thought leaving you at the sharp snap of his wrist. plunging his fingers into you repeatedly.

in and out in and out in and out

it's addicting, you've cum more times than you could count, become a drippy droopy version of yourself that cannot help but moan and whine at your loving boyfriends hands on your body.

he shush you lowly, slowly pulling his fingers out of you and kissing away your tears. his poor baby gone dumb from feeling too good. soft praises spill from his mouth, telling you how good you are for him, how he loves and cherishs you more than anything. moving from in between your cramping legs spread impossibly wide to your side, pulling you away from the mess you made and into himself, to rest against his body.

he leans back in his desk chair to make space for you, making sure you're comfortable in his lap as he cradles you gently, your head reacting against his warm chest.

when your breathing slows and erratic heart calms he brings the brings the rubber clad fingers that were stuffed deep in your cunt to his lips, licking a broad strip as you watch him, collecting your essence on his tongue, his eyes rolled back at the taste of you and a deep groan comes from his throat. your boyfriend then brings them down to your lips, "taste yourself for me baby — the sweetest thing in the world is all for me. aren't i one selfish bastard."

with his fingers stuffed in your mouth you nod eagerly at his words, so so selfish so mean. he cannot help laughing at you, your cute teary eyes looking up at him, oh you look so cute.

"the sweetest girl and her selfish boyfriend~ it has a ring to it don't you think darling? i like it soo much sweet girl"

you can't protest his teasing, a warm blush painting your heated cheeks, your brows furrowing as you hum a low muffled "hmphn" around his fingers

idk who im thinking for this one, so just imagine your favourites ♡

[mediumgayitalian]

do you have favorite appearance headcanons for will and nico? always super fun to see how other people imagine them

i do a lot of imagining everything @cometjuice and @skysmadness draw. however im going to start typing and see what my subconscious says:

WILL SOLACE

he's tall. altho he grew up short as shit so he's humble. except when bothering cecil but that is unrelated. short jokes made at cecil don't count.

forearms and neck are Covered in burn scars as a result of his harnessing the power of the sun to heal. they are unfixable and obvious (consequences of divine power in a mortal body). they expand and thicken every time he heals. he wraps them with bandages as often as he can. he is ashamed of them.

(none of his other siblings were so weak as to be burned by the gifts their father gave them.)

blue eyes that are the exact color of the sky at all times.

big hands.

freckles on freckles.

doesn't resemble his mother much which bothers him. but he has her hair exactly -- NOT apollo's. it is curly as fuck and frizzy and a little bit sentient?? once he was forced into a haircut bc he wouldnt brush his hair (hates it) and no matter how much silena cut off it just didn't get shorter. he has not been forced into a haircut since lol.

likes to wear his hair in pigtail braids when possible. it's very cute. he uses those little charm elastics to tie them back. his favorites are skull charm elastics nico bought him as a joke.

he is his mother's mirror tho. copies her mannerisms EXACTLY and has no fucking clue. (everyone else is well aware)

he is red green colorblind and it does indeed impact his ability to dress. (well theoretically. seeing color might not help with that battle LOL)

long long LONG and strong legs.

front teeth are just a littttttttttle bit endearingly big.

can't wink. (THINKS he can wink. cannot.)

athletic and hot.

it is news to him that he's hot. because his experience has been 1) cecil (dumb & ridiculous) 2) drew (disaster & for the ritual) and 3) nico (burning the torch since age 10 & no one agrees with him)

strong arms. perfect hug pressure

air hands but massive.

always smells like sunshine, even if it's been raining for a week. he's one of those people who always smells like they've just been outside. he also smells like lavender, which is intentional, because he uses lavender soap knowing it can have calming qualities. he smells like peppermint, sometimes, but if he smells strongly of peppermint it means he's in the throes of a nasty nasty migraine and hurting.

(his totally plain skin smells like strawberries on the wrong side of overripe. he is aware of this. he despises this. he spends a lot of time making sure he smells like anything else instead, including antiseptic.)

(nico likes the smell.)

NICO DI ANGELO

short. unfortunately. and NOT humble

fine hair but a lot of it. kind of a wave to it also.

hairy generally kind of u should See his eyebrows.

greek nose.

three distinct scars across his face and also in many other places. he doodles on them. badly. like little stick figures use the scars as spears or swords or whatever lol

committed to the punk loser aesthetic. never brushes his hair band shirts exclusively disgusting combat boots aviator jacket swaggers everywhere etc etc

fire hands

very strong but not a lot of muscle definition. will kind of limp into the ampitheater to get the ares kids snickering then BAM hell's fury. he kicks their ass. and the pathetic wet dog look works for him every time. it doesn't matter how many times he destroys his enemies. he walks into a fight looking like he was just drowned in a bucket of milk and he is underestimated. and then he does insane unprecedented things. it's great.

(it scares normal people. luckily for him his freakazoid boyfriend thinks it's hot. lol)

calluses on calluses on calluses. from cooking from his sword for his general vibes. rough ass hands fighter hands.

just The brownest eyes you'll ever see. dark dark dark dark. almost black. STUNNING in sunlight. they go golden brown when will looks at him, too.

wears his hair in a stubby ponytail whenever possible. (for 'fighting'. and not at all bc will gets swoony or anything. obviously. nico would never do that to his boyfriend of course not)

slightly crooked inscisors.

weird weird accent when you listen closely. because there's a little tinge of stretched vowels from his childhood but he almost has like. a transatlantic drawl?? from the casino?? and of course he spent so long on the streets and in the underworld that his vocabulary is unhinged and insane.

got bullied by hazel into actually taking care of his hair. it's really nice now. shiny and everything. he tries to now bully will but that is useless will is a 3-in-1 shampoo truther until he dies ("It's efficient! Hair is mostly dead cells! I am not wasting money on dead cells!" "William I am going to shear the fuckin dead cells off your scalp how about that.")

since he is a menace he frequently smells like sword polishing grease and dirt from the amount of time he spends Dragging percy and jason and any other person who challenges him across the amphitheater floor. but when he cleans up he smells like woodsmoke, a little bit, and leather from his jacket.

(his plain skin smells like dirt. grave dirt, if he's feeling sullen, but will insists it's more like the soil right when you're weeding your garden. like the soil right before plants grow, when it is most full of life and water and waiting. nico shoves him and calls him a sap. but it's nice to hear.)

[velarisdusk]

Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off

word count: 1.9k author's note: i had the idea for this one literally AS i was writing the last one im annoyed i didnt write it right after bc i know i had GREAT ideas that i literally cannot remember anymore sigh ✦ . AU Masterlist . ✦ ✦ . Masterlist . ✦

The venue hums with the kind of energy you’d expect for a band as big as Wings of Illyria, the low chatter and country rock playing in the background almost drowned out by the buzz around the meet-and-greet booth.

Cassian, the life of the party you always imagined him to be, is already surrounded by fans, effortlessly drawing people in with that easy grin of his. But security is quick to move in, ushering people away with practiced calm, the crowd reluctantly shifting to make room for the band’s massive presence.  Rhysand sits beside him, polished and smooth as ever, his gaze flicking between the crowd and the band’s merch, playing the role of the charming frontman like he was born for it. But Azriel—Azriel looks like he’d rather be anywhere else.

You spot him leaning back in his chair, a half-smirk barely visible beneath the dark fringe of his hair, eyes scanning the room with a look that says he’s mentally checked out. The cigarette tucked behind his ear, defying the “No Smoking” sign above the booth, is the least surprising thing about him.

You can’t help but notice how effortlessly Azriel leans into the atmosphere, the way his posture seems to say he’s both above it all and fully in control of the space around him. The black leather jacket slung over his chair, the way his fingers casually thrum against the table, it’s all effortlessly cool. But before you can linger on him too long, a voice cuts through the room, sharp and high-pitched enough to make your teeth ache. 

The girl in front of you is practically vibrating, her hands shaking as she clutches her phone to her chest like it’s a lifeline. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she whispers to her friend, barely able to hold it together. “What if I say something dumb? What if they laugh at me? What if Az doesn’t even look at me? I have to tell him how much I—”

It’s the way she says Az—not like she’s just a fan, but like she’s personally on a nickname basis with him—that makes your eye twitch. You don’t want to judge, but fuck, could people just enjoy things without this level of intensity? She’s decked out in enough Wings of Illyria merch to make you wonder if she owns anything that isn’t branded. Her denim jacket is practically a billboard for the band, from the patches to the pins to the shirts she’s stacked under it, all so bright and loud it’s almost cartoonish. She looks exactly like the kind of people you’ve seen mocked in those “fan stereotype” posts, and it grates on you more than it should.

You bite back a sigh, trying to ignore the discomfort gnawing at your nerves. It’s not her fault, right? People can like things however they want. But as you stand there, you can’t shake the tightness in your chest, the buzz of unease you’ve been carrying all day. You hadn’t gotten much sleep last night—too busy running through every possible scenario, obsessing over the idea that maybe, just maybe, you’d misinterpreted the song. What if it wasn’t about you at all? What if you’d been foolish to even think it was? You’d spent so much time convincing yourself this was the right thing to do, that you could handle whatever confrontation came with it. But now, with the weight of it all on your shoulders, doubts have started to creep in. 

To each their own, you remind yourself, trying to shake the jittery feeling in your stomach. 

The line inches forward, and you shuffle along with it, caught between your own nerves and the chaos around you. Every second stretches and the girl ahead of you is still whispering furiously to her friend about all the reasons this moment is life-changing for her. You try to tune it out, focusing instead on the distant hum of the music overhead, and the faint shuffle of feet, the air heavy with anticipation.

And then, it’s your turn. 

Cassian is the first to notice you, his smile broad and infectious, like he’s genuinely thrilled to meet every single person who steps up to the booth. “Hey!” he greets warmly, his voice loud enough to carry over the din. “You excited for the show?”

“Yeah, definitely,” you reply, shifting your weight awkwardly from one foot to the other. “I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks.”

Cassian beams like you’ve just made his night. “That’s what I like to hear! First time seeing us live?”

You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Second. Saw you guys in Orlando last year.”

“No shit?” he says, leaning forward slightly. “That was a great crowd. One of the best on that leg of the tour. You catch the whole set?”

“Most of it,” you admit. “I got stuck in traffic and missed the first couple of songs.”

Rhysand, who’s been quietly observing, chuckles at that. “Typical,” he says, his voice smooth and amused. “Traffic in that city is practically a right of passage.”

“Right?” you say, laughing despite yourself. “I swear I left two hours early and still barely made it in time for ‘Bloodlines.’”

Cassian gives you a mock sympathetic look. “Tragic. That’s one of my favorites to play live.”

“It’s a good one,” you say, your nerves easing just a little. You glance between the two of them, noting how Rhys’s sharp gaze is fixed on you like he can tell there’s another reason you’re here. 

“So,” Rhys says, tilting his head slightly. “What’s your favorite track?”

How the hell—

“I mean, the whole album is great,” you say, “but ‘Sear My Skin’ has been on repeat lately.”

It’s a calculated choice, and you don’t miss the quirk of Azriel’s brow in your peripheral. 

“Interesting pick,” Rhys says, his smirk widening. “That one’s been causing a bit of a stir lately.”

Cassian chuckles. “Yeah, Az really knocked it out of the park with that one.”

And there it is—the perfect segue. You glance past them, finally letting your gaze settle on Azriel, who’s been silent this whole time. 

He’s leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable as his dark eyes meet yours. For a second, the noise of the room seems to fade, and you realize your heart is pounding in your chest, 

“Azriel,” you say, his name coming out steadier than you expected. “Can I ask you something?”

He quirks that brow again, the faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips. “You just did.”

Cassian groans dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. “Come on, man. Don’t make it harder than it needs to be,” he mutters.

Azriel ignores him, his gaze still fixed on you. “What’s the question?”

You take a breath, forcing yourself to hold his stare. “The song—’Sear My Skin.’ Is it about me?”

Rhysand doesn’t bother hiding his laughter, leaning back in his chair like he’s settling in for a show. Cassian’s drink nearly slips out of his hand, and he mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, Oh, shit.

Azriel doesn’t react immediately. He just stares at you, his expression unreadable, until the silence stretches so thin you think it might snap. 

“Who are you?” he asks finally, his tone maddeningly calm. 

You blink, thrown off by the audacity of the question. “You seriously don’t remember me?”

He leans back, shrugging one shoulder. “I don’t remember half the women I sleep with.” Cassian chokes on his drink, Rhysand’s grin stretching wide enough to show teeth, but you’re not about to let Azriel off that easily. 

“Pressed against the door, your lips trace the ache?” You quote the line pointedly, crossing your arms as you glare at him. The memory rushes back—how he’d tasted on your tongue, how his hands had threaded through your hair before all hell broke loose. “Sound familiar?”

“It’s not that deep,” Azriel replies, his tone dismissive, though his gaze sharpens ever so slightly. 

“Really?” you counter, your tone dripping with incredulity. “Right before I finish, your body’s all I feel, breathed in your ear ‘you feel too good to be real.’” Your voice rises, your chest tightening as the words leave your mouth. “You literally said that to me while you were balls deep in me against a wall.”

Azriel freezes, his lips parting slightly as a faint flicker of surprise breaks through his carefully guarded expression. For a split second, it’s almost satisfying. 

Cassian’s reaction is anything but subtle. His chair scrapes loudly against the floor as he doubles over in laughter, nearly spilling his drink again. He gasps, pounding the table. “Yo, what the fuck?!”

Rhysand isn’t fairing much better, his laughter barely contained as he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, his amusement still sharp but with a more controlled edge than Cassian’s, to his credit.

Azriel’s jaw tightens, and he finally breaks eye contact, glancing down at the table. “Okay,” he mutters, the word barely audible over the laughter. “Maybe it’s a little about you.”

Cassian claps a hand over his mouth, trying and failing to muffle another loud “Yo!” Rhysand smirks, watching the two of you closely. 

But you shake your head, not about to let him off with just that. “A little? Really? You practically narrated the whole thing—I deserve royalties.”

Azriel raises an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that response. “Royalties?” he repeats, half-laughing, but still avoiding eye contact.

Before he can properly respond, a security guard steps forward, tilting their head toward the door, a silent gesture that your time is up. 

You roll your eyes but shoot Azriel a teasing smile. “Guess I’m out of time for royalties. But I’ll be expecting them in the mail.”

As the security guard ushers you forward, Rhysand speaks up. “Well, nice to meet you, Sear My Skin,” he says, voice dripping with humor. 

You grin back at him, a little cheeky. “My name—”

“It’s (y/n),” Azriel interrupts, dragging a hand over his face as he speaks, his tone casual but something darker in his gaze that would’ve stopped you in your tracks if not for the man guiding you away.

You blink at him, and can’t help the smile blooming on your face. He remembered you. Really remembered you. 

Just as you’re about to take another step toward the exit, Cassian shouts from behind you, “Wait, wait, wait!” His voice is a mix of urgency and excitement. 

You turn around, confused, as Cassian's already talking to someone behind the merch table. The team member nods, already moving to grab something and hand it over to you. Cassian looks at you with that mischievous grin you’re so used to seeing on video. “We’ll set you up for the show. Don’t leave without saying hi to us again, yeah?”

You look at the woman heading your way and take the slip she hands you, your heart stopping when you read the words Backstage Pass. You’re not sure what’s happening, but the thrill of it courses through you. “Uh—Yeah, thank you?”

“Anytime, princess,” Cassian says with a wink, leaning back in his chair as he makes a show of lounging. 

You glance at Azriel one last time before being nudged along by the guard. He looks back at you for a moment, unreadable as ever, but there’s something in his eyes. But he says nothing, and it’s enough to make your chest tighten, a mix of anticipation and confusion bubbling in your stomach. 

[slimepuparibaba]

LnDS HCs: Sylus (General HCs)

HI! I HAVE TOO MANY HEADCANONS FOR SYLUS SO PLEASE TAKE THEM!! THEY WILL DEFO NOT BE ACCURATE COME JULY BUT STILL IM USING WHAT SCRAPS OF INFO I HAVE RN AND IF HE TURNS OUT LIKE THIS APOLLO GAVE ME THE GIFT OF PROPHECY

IF THIS IS INACCURATE I WILL COMMIT CHAPTER 4 OKOK

GENERAL HC DUMP / PREDICTIONS (MAYBE DONT COUNT ON IT)

Okay, we all agree he comes off as the type of guy that would burn the world for you.

BUT!

Big but here.

I don't think he's a terrible boyfriend or anything. In fact, he genuinely does love you.

I believe, me personally, you are the one weakness this man has and he will treat you with care. Is the way he treats you rough around the edges and comes off a little different than most? Yes.

But he won't ever actually hurt you. He watches you from afar like a silent protector to make sure you aren't hurt, even using his Evol to make sure you STAY alive.

I personally think he might actually treat you kinda like one of his men, like an equal in terms of "you can definitely handle yourself and I know you're strong", but he'll still keep an eye on you just because you're that important to him. He trusts you.

...okay, so like, maybe not completely trust you because let's be honest here, you're kiiiinda prone to trying dumb shit on him, but it's funny. He'll forgive it. The smug bastard.

From what I've seen, he comes off cool, suave, knows what he's doing. Cocky.

Bad boy. He's a bad boy in all sense of the word.

He knows what he's doing, he's confident, he's charming. Knows what to say and do. He's also a CEO so dealing with people? Basically easy for him.

When it comes to you? He will flirt. Because he likes getting a reaction out of you.

I bet he teases you a TON. You hate him? Good. At least you have him in your thoughts.

Love is war with him. You try to scheme? He already has a counter. Man is 100 steps ahead of you, but just likes seeing you make a complete fool of yourself.

You know when he gets the upper hand he'll have that signature smirk of his that just screams "kiss me to shut me up and I'll consider this your win".

You thought Rafayel had an ego? Nah. NAH, THIS DUDE HAS AN E G O.

Sparring sessions with him are very likely. He'd probably be like "alright, but not going easy on you" or something cocky like that with a smug smirk on his face.

Man genuinely treats you as his equal though when training. Teaches you everything he knows and points out some techniques you might be rusty on.

Rizz is off the charts. He's lived in the N109 Zone and breathed it for so long. He's a sweet talker, so be prepared for him to know how to make you melt.

But also, he will actually spoil you. Will he make you work for it? Yes. He will give you an entire runaround (make you say please, make you verbalize it, etc), but he does it because he loves you.

You are genuinely his soft spot, and I CANNOT stress this enough.

The things he does in the dark are things he does FOR YOU. His reason for being REVOLVES around you, you just don't know it yet. Don't let him being the leader of Onichynus get to your head—he has method to his madness.

[eepwtf]

oh my GLOB i just saw this pic in my camera roll(don’t ask) and my brain immediately went to frat!kai parker

WARNINGS; explicit sexual content: contains detailed and graphic descriptions of sexual acts, including edging and overstimulation. jerking each other off(are you even frat bros if you don’t?) exhibitionism & voyeurism: includes references to the potential of being watched or caught during sexual acts. humiliation kink, kai being an asshole, slight power imbalance, ( im a sucker for asshole x dumb puppy dog duo ) accidental homoerotic frat energy: “it’s not gay, bro, it’s just mutual appreciation...of each other’s cocks.”

also, can i just say this started as an innocent brainstorming session about kai parker ! frat bro headcanons, but things got wildly out of hand, and now we’re here. sigh, my brain goes into a rabbit hole that i cannot escape when it comes to him.

wc; 5.5k

kai parker was the kind of guy who made you hate the sound of your own name. not because he said it wrong, no—that’d be too simple. he dragged it out, teased it, wrapped it in just enough contempt to make your chest tighten and your skin crawl. (the bastard knew exactly what he was doing, too, with that smug little smirk of his.) perched on the back of the delta psi beta couch—shoes still on, because of course he didn’t give a shit—he swirled the last inch of beer in his red Solo cup like it was top-shelf whiskey. he had that infuriating cocked-eyebrow thing going on, one leg stretched out like he owned the damn place. (technically, he kind of did—if being the unofficial asshole-in-residence counted for anything.)

the house reeked of stale beer, sweat, axe body spray, and regret. (it was a delta psi beta signature blend—eau de regret.) the floors were a graveyard of crushed cans and abandoned cups, the kind that leaked sticky trails when you tried to clean them up—assuming anyone ever did. over in the corner, some poor pledge was on his knees, scrubbing furiously at a blackish-green stain on the carpet. (it shimmered faintly in the light, like an oil slick, and everyone silently agreed that the less you knew, the better.)

and then there was you. (golden boy. president. the kind of guy who people just…liked.) you didn’t even have to try. your smile was easy, charming—sugar-sweet in a way that made kai’s teeth ache. you were sprawled next to kai, stupid grin plastered across that stupidly pretty face of yours, laughing at some dumb joke one of the other guys had made. your hair was a little messy (like it always was by the middle of a party), your cheeks pink from too many beers, and kai fucking hated it. not you, not really—he wasn’t sure he was even capable of hating you. (hating you would’ve been easier. cleaner.) but he didn’t exactly like you either, and that made him feel some kind of way.

maybe it was the way people clung to your every sugary, half-baked word. (kai talked, and people flinched. you talked, and they fucking laughed.) maybe it was how you could smile at someone and instantly get whatever you fucking wanted. (beer. a blowjob. a goddamn kidney, probably.) hated how your laugh was so genuine it made him feel like a fraud just sitting next to you. (fuck, he hated that he wasn’t immune to it. that sometimes he caught himself watching you and wondering.) or maybe it was the way you always squirmed when he turned his attention on you, when he got close enough to see that flicker of panic in your puppy-dog eyes.

“you good, president puppy?” he drawled, dragging his gaze over to you, slow enough to be a threat. (or a promise—same difference really.) his voice was low and syrupy, just the tiniest bit condescending, like he was addressing a particularly dumb pet. you blinked at him, smile wavering for half a second before you covered it up with a laugh.

“yeah, i’m good, parker,” you said, voice light and easy, even though kai could see the faint pink creeping up your neck. (you always got flustered when he paid attention to you. he loved that.)

kai tilted his head, studying you like he was trying to decide whether you were worth his time. (spoiler: you were. that was the problem.) he shifted closer, his knee brushing yours, his grin sharpening as he watched you try so hard not to squirm. “cool. just making sure, since you look a little…” he let the word hang, raising an eyebrow as his gaze flicked to your flushed face. “...overheated.”

you laughed again, this time nervously, running a hand through your hair. “it’s just hot in here, man.” (it wasn’t. not really. but if that’s the excuse you wanted to cling to, kai wasn’t going to stop you.)

“yeah?” he leaned in, close enough that you could smell the beer on his breath, the faint bite of mint underneath it. “if you pass out or something, i guess i can be the guy who saves your dumb ass. might even give you mouth-to-mouth.” his voice was teasing, but there was something dark and heavy under it, something that made your pulse stutter. (it was the way he said it, like he’d already imagined the scenario—and like it wouldn’t just stop at saving you.)

your laugh came out strangled this time, caught somewhere between discomfort and something else. something you didn’t want to think about. (but kai could see it. the way your pupils dilated, the way your pulse ticked in your throat, the way your eyes darted—just for a second—to his mouth.)

“careful, puppy,” kai murmured, his voice low and dripping with amusement. his knee pressed harder against yours, and his grin sharpened, baring teeth. “you’re starting to look like you want me to put you out of your misery.”

it wasn’t hard to persuade you. not really. kai had always been good at that—finding the cracks, prying them open just wide enough to slip his fingers inside. (and you? you weren’t exactly built to resist. puppy-dog eyes, soft around the edges, desperate to please. fuck, you practically came pre-cracked.)

one minute, you were still in the delta psi beta living room, trying to laugh off the weight of kai’s knee pressed against yours, the heat of his breath brushing your ear. the next, you were stumbling down the hallways of your dorm, your head spinning with too many beers and too much him.

(you weren’t even sure how it had happened. you were saying, “nah, i’m good here, man,” in that too-light, too-nervous tone of yours, and, kai had tipped his head, given you that sharp-edged smirk, and said something like, “c’mon, puppy. let’s get out of this shithole.” and you—golden boy, poster child for frat excellence—had followed him like a lovesick idiot. like a dog. like his dog.)

by the time you reached your dorm, the hallway was dead silent. most of your neighbors were passed out cold, their doors closed, or too busy fucking to care about the pair of you fumbling with your keys. (not that kai would’ve cared if they had been watching. in fact, he probably would’ve loved it—eyes on him, knowing he was the one who’d gotten under your skin, the one dragging the president of delta psi around like some kind of trophy.)

“you’re a mess, president puppy,” kai drawled, his voice syrupy and slow, thick with condescension. his hand was on your wrist, his thumb brushing the inside of it, and it felt like he was taking your pulse—measuring every shaky beat. (too fast. too loud. too much.) he plucked the keys from your trembling fingers like you were too dumb to handle them yourself. (and maybe you were. at least, around him.)

“i’m fine,” you muttered, your voice wrecked and unconvincing. your cheeks were burning, your head buzzing, and your whole body felt like it was vibrating. (you weren’t fine. you didn’t even sound close to fine, and kai noticed. of course he noticed. he always noticed.)

the door swung open, and before you could step inside, kai was already crowding into your space. his hand slid from your wrist to your waist, his fingers digging in just enough to make your breath catch. (he gripped you like you belonged to him, his to hold, to keep, to fuck with. it scared you how much you wanted it.)

“man, this is sad,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear again. (he wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore, and why would he? you weren’t exactly putting up a fight.) “big man on campus, and you can’t even get your own door open. what would your brothers think?”

“i said i’m fine,” you snapped, but your voice cracked halfway through, and kai laughed. (it wasn’t fair, the way his laugh hit you—sharp and mocking, but hot enough to make your stomach twist.)

“sure you are,” he said, kicking the door shut behind him with the heel of his boot. his eyes dragged over you, slow and deliberate, like he was assessing you. picking you apart. you felt like you were being stripped bare, and he hadn’t even touched you—not really.

“god, you’re pathetic,” he said, almost to himself, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk again. (but there was something darker underneath it, something hungry. like he was debating what to do with you now that he had you alone. like he was wondering how far he could push you before you cracked completely.)

and then his gaze dipped. lower. lingering.

kai tilted his head, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip. “you know,” he said, his voice a low purr, “i’ve heard a lot of rumors about you, puppy.”

you froze, blinking at him. “rumors?”

“mhm,” he said, circling you like a predator, his eyes dragging down your body. (you’d never felt so small before, which was ridiculous, considering you were taller than him. broader. bigger. but none of that mattered with kai. he had this way of making you feel exposed, raw, like a stupid kid being toyed with by someone much smarter.)

“wanna know the most interesting one?” he continued, and before you could respond, his hand was there now, palming you through your jeans, bold and unrelenting.

“people say you’re packing, president,” he said, voice dripping with amusement. (your breath hitched. your pulse was thundering now, hammering in your throat like it was trying to escape.) “biggest dick in the house, right? that’s what they say about you.”

his grin widened, and his hand squeezed—not enough to hurt, just enough to make your knees buckle. “but you know what i think?”

“kai,” you rasped, but it didn’t sound like a protest. not really.

“i think,” he said, leaning in close enough that his lips brushed your jaw, “it doesn’t matter how big it is if you don’t know how to use it.”

and then he was laughing again, sharp and mean, pulling back just enough to see the look on your face—flushed, panicked, and wrecked. (exactly how he liked you.)

kai’s thumb pressed harder, teasingly slow as he tilted his head, studying you with that infuriating smirk. “fuck,” he muttered under his breath, though it was loud enough for you to hear. his blue-grey gaze dragged lower, zeroing in on the bulge straining against the front of your khakis. (it was humiliating—how obvious it was, how needy you looked. and kai? he was eating it up, his smirk twisting wider as his fingers flexed against you.) “i mean, they weren’t kidding, were they?” his hand tightened, fingers curling around the outline of your cock, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. (the noise you made was somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, and the way kai’s eyes lit up said he fucking loved it.)

“that’s what you’ve been hiding under those stupid khakis all this time?” he said, his tone mocking but tinged with genuine curiosity. his thumb dragged slow and deliberate along the length of you, tracing the thick ridge of your shaft through the fabric. (you could feel the heat of his palm through the layers, the weight of it making your cock twitch helplessly under his hand.)

you swallowed hard, your throat dry, your hands gripping the edges of your desk like they were the only things keeping you upright. “kai,” you choked out, trying to sound firm, but it came out as a broken, desperate plea. (not that it mattered—kai wasn’t listening to the words. he was listening to the way you said them. the shaky breath. the crack in your voice. the way his name sounded like it had been ripped straight from your chest.)

“poor thing,” he said, shaking his head like he pitied you. (he didn’t, though. you could see it in the glint of his eyes—he was enjoying this, taking you apart piece by piece.) “all that equipment, and no one’s ever taught you what to do with it.” he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his voice dropped lower. “don’t worry, puppy.” he murmured, the nickname dripping with condescension. “i’ll take good care of you. teach you how to use it. maybe even test drive it myself.”

the words sent a shiver down your spine, your knees buckling slightly, and kai noticed. (of course he noticed. kai always noticed. he had a way of zeroing in on every crack in your armor, the way your chest heaved, the way your cock twitched under his hand, already leaking pre-cum and soaking through the fabric.) “you like that, don’t you?” he whispered, his hand still moving against you, slow and deliberate. (the pressure was maddening—just enough to make you ache, not enough to give you relief. he wanted you like this, trembling under his touch, desperate for more.) “bet you’ve been walking around campus thinking you’re hot shit, huh? thinking you’re god’s gift to women—” he paused, his smirk twisting crueler, “—or maybe men. which is it, puppy? you ever let any of those frat bros get on their knees for you?”

your face burned hot, the shame curling in your stomach like a knot. you tried to look away, but kai’s hand shot up, gripping your jaw and forcing you to meet his eyes. “didn’t think so,” he said, his grip tightening just enough to keep you still. (you couldn’t look away, even if you wanted to. and god, the way his thumb dragged over your bottom lip, tugging it down slightly, made your chest tighten.)

“so fucking clueless,” he murmured, almost to himself. “but that’s okay. i like my toys a little clueless.” his thigh pressed between your legs then, pinning you against the desk, and you couldn’t help the way your hips twitched forward, seeking friction. (it was embarrassing—how little control you had, how easily he could reduce you to this. but kai didn’t look disgusted. no, he looked thrilled.)

“bet you’ve got all kinds of stupid fantasies, don’t you, prez?” he murmured, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth. (he didn’t kiss you, though. he could have, but he didn’t. he was holding it just out of reach, teasing you, making you want it.) he gave a sharp laugh when your hips bucked forward again, chasing the friction like a desperate idiot. “good boy,” he said, his voice rough and low, dripping with approval that made your chest tighten. (it shouldn’t have felt good—it shouldn’t have made your cock throb—but it did, and kai fucking knew it.)

“let’s see if you’re worth the hype, huh? let’s see if all that talk about delta psi’s golden boy is true.” his hand slipping down to hook into your waistband. (you held your breath, your pulse hammering in your throat as he dragged your pants down just enough to free your cock, hard and already leaking pathetically.)

kai sucked in a breath, his grin spreading wide as his fingers wrapped around you, stroking slow and deliberate. “well, shit,” he said, his tone sharp and taunting. “guess they weren’t lying after all.” his thumb swiped over the head of your cock, smearing the pre-cum dripping down your shaft, and your knees nearly gave out at the sensation. (you were already a fucking wreck—your skin burning, your breathing ragged, your hips jerking helplessly into his hand like you couldn’t help yourself.)

kai’s hand slid down the length of your cock, his grip tightening just enough to draw a sharp gasp from your lips. (it was pathetic—how easily he had you trembling, how greedily your hips jerked forward, chasing the maddening friction. and kai? he fucking thrived on it. the glint in his blue-grey eyes sharpened, turning darker as he savored every choked whimper, every helpless twitch of your cock in his hand.)

"god, you really are dumb," he drawled, his smirk carving deeper into his face. his thumb swiped over the head of your cock, smearing the slick, sticky pre-cum pooling at the tip, making you jolt in his grip. the noise you made—a strangled mix of a gasp and a moan—shot straight to kai’s ego, his fingers tightening around you in response.) “you’re already dripping all over me, and I’ve barely done anything." (he wasn’t wrong—the wetness was obscene, slicking up his palm and leaving a glistening trail along the underside of your shaft as he stroked you slow and deliberate, every movement calculated to keep you teetering on the edge.)

your knees buckled again, your thighs trembling as you gripped the desk tighter, your head falling back with a broken whimper. "kai, please," you rasped, your voice cracking on the word. (it was humiliating—how wrecked you sounded, how easily he’d reduced you to this. but the worst part? he drank in your wrecked state like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever seen, a predator reveling in his prey’s helplessness.)

"please?" he echoed, his smirk widening, the mockery in his tone cutting like a knife. "what are you begging for, puppy? huh? you want me to let you cum?" his hand slowed, his thumb pressing teasingly into the slit at the tip of your cock, dragging the slick wetness down over your shaft in slow, deliberate circles. “you want me to let you cum?” (the way he said it—mocking and filthy, like it was a joke—made your chest tighten, your cock twitching helplessly in his hand.)

"y-yeah," you stammered, barely able to get the words out between ragged breaths. "please, kai, i—"

"not happening, prez," he cut you off sharply, his fingers tightening around your cock until you gasped, hips jerking forward on instinct. (the pressure was just shy of painful, his grip like a vice that left your thighs shaking, your mind spinning as the line between pleasure and pain blurred into something overwhelming.) "you don’t get to cum until i say so. got it?"

you nodded frantically, your voice lost to the desperate sounds spilling from your throat as your hips bucked forward again, chasing the friction kai kept just out of reach. (it didn’t matter how desperate you were—kai was in control now, and he was taking his sweet fucking time with you.)

"good boy," he murmured, his voice low and rough, laced with approval that made your cock throb harder in his hand. (the praise shouldn’t have felt so good—shouldn’t have made heat pool in your stomach, shouldn’t have sent another pulse of pre-cum leaking from the tip—but it did, and kai fucking knew it.)

his hand started moving again, slow and deliberate, his thumb teasing the sensitive underside of your cock with every stroke. (the pace was maddening—just enough to keep the coil in your stomach tightening, your chest heaving as you clawed at the desk for something, anything to ground yourself.)

but just as you felt yourself start to tip over the edge, just as the tight knot of pressure in your gut began to snap, kai stopped. “ah, ah,” he scolded, his tone dripping with mockery as he pulled his hand away completely, leaving you throbbing and leaking in the open air. (the sudden loss of contact was agony, your cock twitching helplessly, desperate for the friction he’d stolen away. but kai just leaned back, his smirk twisting crueler as he watched you squirm, your wrecked little whines only fueling his amusement.)

"look at you," he said, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. "so fucking desperate, so fucking needy. Is this how you are with everyone? or just me?" (his eyes dragged over you, taking in the way your cock throbbed, the way your chest heaved, the way your hips twitched forward uselessly, searching for relief.)

“kai,” you choked out, your voice wrecked and broken, your hands trembling as you reached for him. but he caught your wrist with a sharp laugh, shoving it back down onto the desk with enough force to make your breath hitch.

“uh-uh,” he said, his tone sharp as he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “you don’t get to touch me. you don’t get to touch yourself. you’ll sit here and take what I give you. understand?” (the weight of his words settled over you like a command, your head nodding frantically even as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, the need burning in your gut almost too much to bear.)

“good boy,” kai murmured again, his voice low and dripping with condescension as his hand returned to your cock, his fingers wrapping around you in a firm, punishing grip. (the pressure sent a fresh wave of slick pre-cum spilling from the tip, your hips jerking forward involuntarily as his pace picked up, rougher this time, just enough to keep you teetering on the edge.)

kai’s grip on your cock tightened, his fingers pressing into the slick, throbbing flesh as he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “you know,” he drawled, his voice low and mocking, “i should make you beg louder. let everyone outside hear what a desperate little slut the president of the house really is.” (the words dripped from his mouth like poison, slow and deliberate, and the way his breath ghosted over your skin sent a violent shudder racing down your spine. your cock twitched in his hand, leaking shamelessly, and kai? he fucking noticed. of course.)

“god, just imagine it,” he continued, his smirk sharp enough to cut. “one of your precious brothers walking by, hearing those pathetic little noises you keep making.” he gave your cock a slow stroke, his thumb swiping over the head, spreading the slick pre-cum that was pooling there. “you think they’d recognize you? their golden boy prez, standing here with his cock out, dripping all over my hand?” his voice dropped lower, rougher, the words rumbling against your ear in a way that made your chest tighten, heat pooling low in your stomach.

(and he was right. god, he was right. the sharp edge in his voice, the shame curling hot and tight in your chest, the thought of someone walking in—it should have made you recoil, should have made you pull away. but it didn’t. it sent another pulse of heat rushing to your gut, your cock twitching shamelessly in his hand.)

“i—i don’t—” you started to protest, but the words dissolved into a broken moan as kai’s thumb pressed harder against the sensitive slit at the tip of your cock, smearing the slick pre-cum down the length of your shaft. (the sound of it—the wet, filthy noise of his strokes—filled the room, mingling with your shaky breaths and the soft creak of the desk under your trembling thighs. it was obscene, overwhelming, and it only made your knees buckle harder.)

“you’re such a fucking mess,” kai muttered, his grip tightening, his pace picking up just enough to keep you on edge. “standing here, dripping all over my hand like some needy little toy. what do you think your brothers would say if they saw you like this, huh?” his lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, his voice dropping into a filthy, teasing whisper.

“kai, please,” you rasped, your voice trembling, breaking, as you tugged weakly at his grip on your jaw. “someone might—”

“walk in?” kai cut you off, his smirk twisting wider. “yeah, they might.” he slowed his strokes, his hand moving in slow, deliberate circles over your cock, dragging his thumb along the sensitive underside with every pass. (the panic in your chest warred with the heat pooling low in your stomach, the thought of being caught making your thighs tremble. but it wasn’t just panic, was it? the shame, the humiliation, the filthy thrill of it—it had your cock throbbing harder, leaking more, the slick wetness making his strokes even louder, even more obscene.)

“hell, maybe i’ll leave the door open wider,” he mused, tilting his head as if he were actually considering it. “let them get a real good look at their precious prez, all wrecked and dripping for me. you think they’d believe it? that their golden boy is just a dumb little slut when he’s with me?”

the thought made your chest tighten, your cock twitching in his hand despite yourself. (you couldn’t help it—the image of someone walking in, seeing you like this, flushed and trembling, your cock flushed dark and leaking all over kai’s hand—it sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, shame burning bright and hot in your gut.)

“kai, don’t,” you choked out, your voice barely above a whisper, but he just laughed—a low, cruel sound that made your stomach twist.

“oh, puppy,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery as his fingers tightened around your shaft, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. “don’t act like you don’t want it. you’d love it if someone saw you like this. you’d fucking love it, wouldn’t you?”

(and the worst part? he wasn’t wrong. the humiliation, the thrill, the filthy heat of it—it was eating you alive, making your hips jerk forward, your cock throbbing against his palm as he teased you mercilessly.)

kai’s grin split wider as he watched you collapse against the desk, your body trembling and slack. you were so wrecked, so far gone, and yet somehow still holding onto whatever shred of dignity you had left—barely. your cock twitched helplessly in the open air, shiny with slick pre-cum that trailed obscenely down the length, pooling on the desk’s polished surface. “god, prez, look at you,” he muttered, his tone dripping with mockery as his gaze dragged over your wrecked body. “such a pretty mess.” his hand hovered near your face, fingers flexing like he was deciding whether or not to touch you again. (the anticipation made your stomach churn, heat pooling low in your gut as you fought the urge to beg for it.)

you whimpered, barely able to lift your head to meet his eyes, and his grin turned downright feral. “hmm? what’s the matter? cat got your tongue?” he teased, his voice low and mocking. then, slowly, he reached for his belt, his fingers brushing deliberately against the metal buckle before undoing it. the sharp, metallic clink sent a shiver racing down your spine. the sound was too loud in the quiet room, cutting through the heavy, oppressive air like a blade. it felt deliberate, like a show just for you, and your thighs clenched together, trying to hide the way your cock twitched at the thought of what was coming.

kai slid the belt free from the loops of his jeans in one smooth motion, the leather whispering against the fabric as he pulled it taut between his hands. “you think you deserve it?” he asked, his voice low and rough, every word dragging across your skin like sandpaper.

“i—” you swallowed hard, your voice breaking as you tried to speak. your throat was dry, your lips trembling as you forced yourself to look up at him. the weight of his gaze was suffocating. “i’ll do whatever you want, kai. just—please.” the words spilled out, raw and desperate, the humiliation sharp as you heard yourself begging. but you didn’t care. the ache was unbearable, your entire body trembling with the need for him to just touch you again.

“whatever i want?” he echoed, his voice dripping with condescension. he popped the button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down with an infuriating slowness. (the metallic rasp of the zipper sent another shiver through you, your breathing hitching as he shoved the fabric down his hips, revealing the outline of his cock straining against his boxer briefs.)

your gaze flicked downward, drawn to him like a magnet, and your breath caught in your throat. (the hard, thick length of him pressed against the fabric was impossible to ignore, the heat pooling in your gut turning molten as your thighs trembled.)

“like what you see?” he asked, his voice sharp with mockery, as if he could read every filthy thought running through your head. he steeped closer, his free hand reached out, fingers curling around the back of your neck, his grip firm as he pulled you forward. (the heat of his palm was dizzying, his skin rough against your own, and the closeness made it impossible to think—your cock throbbing painfully as you swallowed hard, your lips parting on instinct.)

you nodded frantically, your wide eyes flicking up to meet his, and kai’s laugh was sharp and cruel. “of course you do,” he muttered, shaking his head. “you’re so fucking easy.”

then he kissed you—hard, messy, claiming—his teeth scraped against your bottom lip, his tongue sliding into your mouth without hesitation. (the taste of him was overwhelming, bittersweet and electric, his mouth demanding and unrelenting, and the sharp sting of his teeth made a broken noise escape from your throat.) his fingers tightened in your hair, pulling you closer, and your hips bucked forward instinctively, your cock brushing against the hard length of his.

kai pulled back, your lips still parted and aching for his. strings of saliva clung between you, catching the dim light in obscene little trails as he licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with something dark and satisfied. “getting ahead of yourself, prez?” he teased, then, without waiting for a response, his free hand slipped between your bodies, wrapping around both of your cocks in one firm, unforgiving grip.

the sudden pressure made your knees buckle, a wrecked moan spilling from your lips before you could stop it. kai didn’t let up, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had your thighs trembling. (the slick slide of your cock against his sent shockwaves of heat through your body, your breath hitching as you fought the urge to thrust into his hand like some desperate animal.)

“fuck,” kai muttered, his voice rough and low. his eyes were locked on the sight of your cocks sliding together, his grip tightening as he picked up the pace. “look at you. dripping all over me like the needy little slut you are.” the words were cruel, but the heat in his voice, the way his breath hitched as his cock throbbed against yours, sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you.

“kai,” you gasped, your hips jerking forward as your thighs trembled, but he didn’t let up. his strokes were relentless, his pace a steady rhythm that had your breath coming in short, shaky gasps.

“bet you’ve never done this with your little frat bros, huh?” kai said, his smirk splitting wider. “jerking each other off after practice? getting off in the showers?” (the filthy imagery burned in your mind, and you couldn’t help the way your cock twitched in his hand, your chest heaving as heat flooded your face.)

“n-no,” you stammered, but the broken, wrecked tone of your voice only seemed to amuse him further.

“liar,” he hissed, his teeth catching the edge of your jaw as his strokes grew faster, rougher. “bet you fucking loved it. all those eyes on you. you’re such a goddamn exhibitionist, prez.”

your knees buckled, the tension in your body overwhelming as every nerve seemed to scream at once. your head dropped forward, your forehead nearly brushing his shoulder, and you gasped out a shaky breath, hips jerking forward in desperate, uncontrollable movements. the pressure in your gut was unbearable now, winding tighter with every stroke of his hand.

kai’s breath was hot against your ear, his lips brushing the shell of it in a way that made you shudder. his grip on your cock tightened, his strokes quick and unrelenting, every pass of his hand sending sparks of heat racing through you. he was relentless, calculated, dragging you right to the edge and holding you there, and it felt like your body was on the verge of snapping in half.

“don’t hold back,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, almost a whisper. it was close enough that you could feel the vibration of it against your skin. “cum for me, wanna feel it all over my hand.”

the words hit like a spark to dry kindling, and the knot in your stomach unraveled all at once. you came with a wrecked, desperate sound, your thighs shaking as sticky ropes of cum spilled over his hand, dripping down to pool on the floor between you. (the sight of it—messy and obscene—made your chest heave, shame and pleasure tangling together in a way that made your head swim.)

kai didn’t stop. his hand kept moving, relentless and precise, dragging you through the aftershocks with strokes that were both merciless and grounding. his own cock pulsed against yours, the sticky heat of his release smearing over your stomach and the softening length of your cock as he groaned low in your ear.

“fuck,” he hissed, his breath hot against your neck, his voice thick with satisfaction and something darker. his hand stayed wrapped around both of you, slick and filthy, dragging his release over your skin as he pressed his lips to the curve of your shoulder. “look at you,” he muttered, the words rough, almost reverent, as his teeth sank into the flesh of your shoulder. the sharp sting sent a jolt through you, grounding you even as your mind swirled, overwhelmed and dazed.

for a moment, the room was filled only with the sound of your ragged breathing, the wet, obscene slide of his hand slowing as he loosened his grip. his chest rose and fell against your back, warm and solid as he held you there, pressed close, his body a steadying anchor. He pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze. his eyes were dark, heavy-lidded and glinting with amusement and satisfaction as his lips curled into a lazy smirk.

“messy,” he drawled, his voice low and languid as his fingers swiped through the cum streaking your stomach, smearing it further over your skin in deliberate, slow motions. he lifted his hand, holding it up for both of you to see. the sticky fluid dripped between his fingers, glistening in the dim light as he turned his hand slightly, watching the way it clung to his skin.

his blue-grey eyes flicked back to yours, the amusement there sharpening into something more commanding. “open up, puppy,” he said softly, the edge of authority in his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

your chest heaved, the remnants of your release leaving you spent and pliant, too dazed to resist. slowly, your lips parted, your body obeying on instinct. kai’s fingers slipped into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, the taste of salt and musk filling your senses.

“good boy,” he murmured, his voice soft but cutting, the praise settling over you like a warm weight. his thumb dragged over your bottom lip, smearing a trace of cum there as he withdrew his fingers, leaving your mouth feeling empty, aching for more.

© 𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐖𝐓𝐅’𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘. 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋.

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haechan's friend group

lee haechan is a lovable menace (as winter likes to call him), a himbo with a knack for flirting and pulling pranks, especially on his beloved jisung. his favorite target, however, is yn ln, though he swears it means nothing—despite the lingering stares, constant teasing, and the way he always ends up next to her in class.

park jisung swears up and down that he's a heartbreaker, the ultimate ladies' man, but unfortunately for him, haechan ruins his reputation at every given opportunity. despite his self-proclaimed "nonchalant" status, he's actually a total sweetheart, albeit one who cannot keep a secret to save his life. 

kim minjeong aka winter is the silent observer of the friend group, always watching, always listening, and always ready with her phone to capture the best (or worst) moments of her friends' (read: jisung's) lives. most of the time though, she's in her own little bubble with her girlfriend, karina, only really snapping back to reality when there's drama worth witnessing.

yn's friend group

yn ln is the #1 troller of neo college, a menace to society with a sharp mind and an even sharper wit. whether it's elaborate pranks, or just making people look dumb for fun, she's always one step ahead of everyone else. she's the one person who can rival haechan's chaotic energy, which is probably why they get along so well.

jeno lee is quite possibly the most patient man alive, which is both a blessing and a curse because it means he puts up with yn's endless antics without ever stopping her. as her favourite victim, he has been pranked, teased, and used as a prop more times than he can count with his fingers alone.

na jaemin is just as sweet as jeno but way more gullible, which makes him yn's second favourite victim. he's a little out of touch with gen z trends, leading to constant teasing from yn and jeno... though usually easygoing, he's competitive when provoked, especially when yn's pranks go too far, leading him to take revenge in ways she never expects.

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notes i had so much fun writing the profiles LOL ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ also introduction will be posted tomorrow instead IM SORRY i feel so extra sleepy today but im hoping this smau will have regular (daily) updates!!!! ive already planned out the whole storyline and We Are In For A Ride... #pray4ayukas... I HOPE EVERYONE HAS A GOOD DAY/NIGHT AHEADDD :D

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[twiixr4kidz]

Glad that you active again! Can I request 7 evil exes with touch-starved reader?

yeah ofc!! apologies if my formatting is off, im writing this on my phone xD

matthew patel

matthew is one very touch-starved man

whenever you're together, you're immediately in each other's arms

like he genuinely cannot take his hands off of you

not that you're complaining

you'll go from touch-starved to touch-full in no time

his love language is touch for sure so he has no problem being attached to your hip 24/7

AND he gives like, the best hugs ever

Lucas Lee

he's very used to being touched but not in a traditional sense

he gets touched a lot during movie shootings but it isn't like, genuine, loving, intimate touch

he's a little surprised with how touchy you can be but he's also like, a total whore for your attention, so he eats it up

expect lots of long, warm hugs and forehead kisses out of nowhere

he doesn't realize how meaningful it is to you

Todd Ingram

todd is honestly pretty touch-starved himself

but he's also simultaneously nervous when it comes to physical contact

he's a little silly like that yknow!!

if you like, talk to him directly about it, he'll definitely try to be better about touching you

it'll start off really slow but you'll start to notice his lingering touches and how he holds your hand more often in public

he's such a sweetheart

he just wants you to feel comfortable and happy

Roxie Richter

you're never going to have to worry when it comes to miss roxanne

she's on you ALL THE TIME

her arms are always wrapped around your waist or your neck or your torso

and she has no qualms against kissing you or touching you in public if that's what you need

hell, sometimes she worries she's touching you TOO much

she's not

you eat it up, and she gets so giddy when she realizes how happy you are

Kyle Katayanagi

he doesn't really realize how touch starved you are unless you point it out

he's the kind of guy who doesn't really notice things if that makes sense

the kind of "oh shit i didn't realize babe im so sorry i love u" guy

however, he DOES consider himself a very touchy person

he picks you up A LOT

if the two of you are standing around, he'll run his fingers through your hair and lazily braid it together while you talk

if he's lounging on the couch watching tv, he'll tell you to come over and lay on his chest

it really is the little things that count

Ken Katayanagi

he's shockingly clingy which is really good for someone who's so touch-starved

he's always inviting you to come "chill" with him, which usually consists of him holding you and burying his face into your chest

he can tell if you're having a "i need to be held" kinda day and he jumps on it immediately

he's a little nervy when it comes to PDA but if you ask, what kind of boyfriend would he be to deny??

Gideon Graves

you will absolutely have to tell him how you're feeling

not because he's a dick (well, i mean, sometimes.......) but because he's just a little dumb

but yknow what else he is???

ANNOYING (i mean this affectionately)

you need a hug?? you're getting CRUSHED.

you need him to hold you?? he'll wrap you up in a blanket burrito and swaddle you like a baby.

he's a total ding dong and everything he does is followed with a laugh, but he only does it to make you happy

[antiendovents]

actually, since i already commented on your post about tulpas and how they pissed me off; im gonna do it again. in detail.

note: i am a former buddhist, i live in a buddhist country. (95% of thais are buddhists) and pretty much been surrounded by it. im asian. saying it before people jump at me because im terrified as shit

as i mentioned, tulpas are stolen and bastardized completely from a tribe of tibetan buddhists, and the practice itself isn't even a system thing. while thai buddhism and tibetan buddhism are different in their own way, i am very fucking pissed off that they just saw the concept of a thoughtform spirit that helps you meditate, overcome your fear and guide you to nirvana (because that's the main purpose of buddhism) and turn them into "oh! we make alters because we can due to our meditation and we're spiritual so that totally excuses using a generally closed practice! we're not harming anyone!" total bullshit.

i don't want (and sorry if i'm a bit mean) those bigoted fucks stealing basically my culture since im attached to buddhism in general, i grew up with it. and "tulpa systems" slapping it on themselves for the sake of being "unique". i have seen countless comments and posts about how its always the white/non asian people that say "no its not a closed practice, its not cultural appropriation :) actually you should be glad we're appreciating your culture in the first place" fuck off! appreciating culture is fine, but you bastardize it so much and dumb it down to just "making alters/imaginary friends" are you just hearing yourself? are you stupid? are you braindead? god, im getting so angry again.

i have also seen "tulpamancers" insulting actual asians like me who speak against tulpas, saying that we're just "asian token of a character" or that we're "closed minded" and should accept these assholes who dont know what theyre doing into my culture and blatantly disrespecting it, spitting on it and just taking one practice that fits their narrative. wow, talk about being appreciative while half of your community does shit like this to actual buddhists, huh? real nice of you. way to go, you cultural appropriating fucks. /vneg

i cannot count how many times asian culture is so whitewashed on the internet, people that just take our tradition and do whatever the hell they want with it, including making a system out of thoughtforms, which is not possible whatsoever. and for what? FOR WHAT? for your own sick entertainment and enjoyment of having a imaginary friend in your head? try dissociating so hard you cry yourself to sleep you absolute pillock. this is a very angry submission, but it just frustrates me so much. all of the insulting "yous" are directed towards "tulpamancers" that they proudly call themselves. by the way. sorry if it sounded like it was directed at you, im just so angry at the moment.

one last thing. Stop. Using. The Term. Tulpa. For your system. Please!!!!. tulpa systems are not a thing and will never be. End of story. Nothing will change that. Endos fuck off. im sick of your shit. thanks for reading my angry rant.

-azriel for the majority of this, rox/virus proofreading some of the parts, thanks for letting us vent ^^

i dont have much to add, please read this ^^

[kirietown]

Charmless Morning | Ch. III

Pairing: mark grayson x f!reader

Summary: you were a pretty good hero, but it just seems as though some folks need more persuasion than others.

Content: violence, hive antics, minor body horror.

18+

[chapter one] [chapter two] [chapter three]

Word Count: 3.4K

a/n: took longer than expected to get this chapter out but im happy to continue the mystery of the hive! also i promise things will get more confusing until they start to make sense lol

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. It was already a miracle that they could do it, so the fact that your insect wings (around the length of your forearm, and width of your thigh when you sat down) could take you across cities in minutes meant that science really needed to catch up to bees. 

You were currently flying towards downtown Chicago after having seen a bunch of live streams on TikTok of civilians videotaping some sort of villain attack,— to which it seemed the current Guardians were getting their asses kicked by. 

This is our chance. The GDA has been watching us for some time now so we’ve already caught Cecil Stedman’s eye. Now all that’s left is to show how we’d be an asset to them.

You didn’t feel like much of an asset due to the fact that you were flying with your eyes shut, relying on The Hive to guide you through the air. It was your fault really, you’d always assumed that superheroes just had lenses on their masks for the aesthetic. But unfortunately you had to learn the hard way that they served an actual purpose. 

What’s the deal with this villain anyway? You asked mentally, as you also had to learn the hard way that talking whilst flying super fast was next to impossible. 

The bees say he calls himself Mastermind. He seems to use some sort of auditory related ability to control mass amounts of people. It looks like he’s got nearly every Guardian of the Globe, how embarrassing. 

Mastermind? What a dumb name… 

Stop here. 

You halted mid-air, thankful that the journey had ended. You hovered, and opened your eyes to see you stopped directly above what should have been a busy intersection full of cars. Instead it was full of dancing people, swaying to awful trap music. 

The music cannot hurt us. We are The Hive. We cannot be controlled. 

“Cool,” you said. You scanned the crowd and noticed a few costumed figures dancing along to the music. You recognized a few of them such as Black Samson and the Immortal. You looked over again and realized the villain, Mastermind was standing atop a fountain, and circling around it eagerly as he took in his crowd of followers. He wore a tacky orange and white suit, and appeared to be a dark skin dreadhead. If he wasn’t so evil you’d think he was pretty cute. 

Focus. We should determine how to do this. Maybe something flashy to stand o— 

It was very rare that you were able to take The Hive by surprise because of the whole hive mind thing. So over the years you had mastered the technique of not thinking and although you suspect that it didn’t actually work, it didn’t stop you from attempting to annoy The Hive. 

Before The Hive could finish its talking, you soared down until you were a few feet away from Mastermind and yelled, “Hey! Can you change the song?” The villain in question only glared at you, but before he could even lift a finger you acted. You raised your arm, all five fingers pointed toward him, and watched as two stingers shot right out of your index and middle. A painless process for you, though you had to bring your hand to your face and lick those two fingers in a subtle manner. You had always imagined healing factors as this cool thing; yours made you feel like a wounded cat. At the contact of your saliva, the skin of your fingers immediately sealed up leaving you with nothing but the sensation of light tickling. 

“What the—?” He hissed at the pins in his face, and raised his gloved hand as if to inspect them before he instead fell to his knees and crashed onto the ground below him. 

Not very flashy. 

“We’re here to impress the GDA,” you mumbled quietly. “Something tells me they value efficiency over flashiness.” You watched as Mastermind slept peacefully against the pavement, only wincing when you realized his collision seemingly caused a head injury. Blood seeped out of his hairline, pooling slightly against the ground. Before you could float down to check up on him, a voice above whistled as if impressed. 

You turned to look above, seeing none other than Invincible with a brick in his hand. 

“You handled that pretty well,” he said. You were stunned as you had not expected his appearance at all. 

Did you know he was back from space? The Hive did not reply. 

“Uh,” you said. “Thanks, what’s with the suspicious brick?” You flew up to meet him at eye level, still maintaining a sizeable gap of distance between the two of you. A few bees had joined you, who had likely came from a nearby park and grew curious by your presence. They hovered around the air, a few rubbing against your skin, but you paid it no mind. Invincible didn’t seem to either, but you couldn’t tell from the lenses of his mask.

“Well,” he said. “I didn’t wanna risk the whole mind manipulation thingy, so I was planning on just dropping this brick on his head from way up above.” He blushed as he spoke the words as though he was only just now realizing how silly his plan was. 

You giggled, smiling a bit at his revelation. 

“Seriously? That literally could have killed him,” you said with a raised brow though all it did was cause your mask to slip a bit. You readjusted it awkwardly, hoping he didn’t notice your fumble. 

“Well I didn’t really have many options, other than punching my way through things. What was that you used? Stingers? I’ve never really seen anything like that before.” Your eyes widened in shock at the realization that Invincible was seemingly geeking out over you. You had honestly expected the opposite to happen, but nonetheless you were very pleased. 

“Um yeah,” you cursed yourself for your casualness but hoped you came off as nonchalant. “I can shoot stingers; they grow out of my fingers, not my nails. One is enough to knock out the average person, two or three for superpowered folks, but four or five is deadly.” He nodded his head, and some part of you felt compelled to spill more. After all, it’s only been a few days since you unlocked all your new powers according to The Hive. The stingers were the most painful, more painful than the wings but now felt as though they were always a part of you. 

“I also talk to bees and can do some other weird stuff.” You tried to be cool, but frankly you felt pretty overpowered. The only set back was you definitely did not have the super strength to match, but the stingers helped with close range contact. You had gotten your ass whooped enough during the first few weeks of your superhero career to realize you needed to rely heavily on your stingers if you wanted to make it out with your butt intact. 

“You can talk to bees?! God, I hate to risk sounding lame but—“ Invincible wasn’t able to get his thoughts out as suddenly another individual joined you in the sky. 

You turned at the sound of the wind shifting and saw Immortal facing you. For some reason, his presence spooked you more than Invincible’s likely due to his strict demeanour. 

“You’re the Immortal,” you said stupidly and immediately wanted to shoot your own stinger into your skull. “You’re like… the guy.”

Let us stop talking. 

“Indeed,” he replied. “And you are the one who rescued my team from Mastermind. I think we could use talents such as yours on the Guardians of the Globe, if you’d be willing to speak with our superior at the GDA.” Your brain scrambled for a minute to process what he had just told you. 

That easy? 

It would appear so. We saw how they struggled. This team needs us now more than ever. 

“I… I would love to join you,” you finally replied hoping that you didn’t sound as winded as you felt. You almost spoke again until you sensed Invincible shift from his spot. You turned to face him, noting an unreadable expression on his face. 

“I gotta jet now,” he said. 

“Invincible,” the Immortal spoke. “I hadn’t realized you returned from space.”

”Yeah, I just got back and realized I have a lot of things to do and catch up on. Anyway,” he turned to face you. “It was nice to meet you, your name was?” 

You hesitated for a moment because you realized you hadn’t thought much of anything regarding a superhero alias aside from the obvious bee theme. 

“The Hive,” you said finally. You waited for its voice to scold you in your head but heard nothing. “You can call me The Hive.” He smiled in return, before saying a quick goodbye and flying away. You held back a frown, wondering when you’d get the opportunity to see him again. 

…

All your fantasies about how cool it would be to work with a superhero team like the Guardians of the Globe were quickly shot down the moment you sat in their shuttle plane and found yourself face to face with Rex Splode. 

“Y’know that whole creepy crawly thing isn’t really that heroic,” he said with a wave of his fingers. You narrowed your eyes at him, and felt the bees tense in mid-air (about five of them hovered around you, as they were anxious for you to be riding a plane). 

“Creepy crawlies? Bees are like… fucking awesome.” You wanted to die in a hole for how lame you sounded. To be frank, this was probably your longest conversation with anyone for a long time. The Hive always thought it best that you kept to yourself and you agreed. That sentiment was quick to bite you in the ass however because you were slowly beginning to realize just how stunted your social skills were. 

Rex only scoffed in return. “Bees and butterflies just have pretty privilege. Same applies to you, if you were some basement dweller with roach powers, do you think Immortal would’ve invited you here?” You weren’t sure if this was all some sort of bit, or if Rex Splode was genuinely a weird hater. Perhaps his sentiments about the Immortal may have been true judging by the hostile glare you were currently receiving from Dupli-Kate. But shitting on bees was inexcusable. 

“Bees do a ton for the environment,” you said calmly. You opened your palm and let one nuzzle against your thumb, its soft fur rubbing against your skin. “I’m not here to educate you, but if you keep talking shit I may have to teach you a lesson.” 

“Did you guys hear that?” He groaned. “New girl just threatened me! You guys gonna let that slide?” 

“Maybe if you weren’t antagonizing her, it wouldn’t have had to come to that, Rex,” Black Samson spoke up from his spot in the shuttle. “Besides you have some nerve treating The Hive so hostile after she just saved all our asses.” 

“Yeah you need to cool off for real,” Bulletproof chimed in. 

Rex only rolled his eyes. “Listen,” he said. “Most of us had to audition for a spot on this team, one rescue doesn’t make you a Guardian.” He spoke to the entire group, earning a few scoffs and a groan of frustration from Monster Girl. “So don’t you go thinking that just because you’re hot that you get an easy path to the A-list.”

”Do superhero teams have an HR department?” You asked genuinely, a few chuckles were returned in response. Rex aside, you could get used to the team. 

…

You had definitely spoken too soon. You had realized that the moment you stepped off the shuttle and found yourself greeted by the presence of a half dozen government agents. You really realized it when you found yourself in Cecil Stedman’s office after the gentlemen escorted you. Your bees, all but one that hid in your boot, all having been shooed away the moment the plane landed in the pentagon headquarters.

What got to you was the fact he was silent. No greeting, no acknowledgment of your presence, just a cold hard stare. 

“I’m… The Hive,” you said finally after a few minutes of awkward silence. 

“I’ve been watching you for quite some time,” he spoke finally. He was leaned back in his chair, his elbow rested on its armrest and his fist pressed smoothly against his scarred cheek. His posture would have looked lazy on anyone else, but instead he looked focused. You felt that he was a man ready for anything. 

“Y-you have?” You had already known that, thanks to The Hive’s intel. But you knew it was best to pretend to be shocked than anything else. 

“You know, despite how it may seem, the whole superhero thing is very formulaic.” He sat up, his eyes never losing focus. “There’s always a catalyst or some type of explanation. Tell me what was it; shady experiment or did you have some type of bee related accident?” 

A giggle, a smile, shaky knees, and your sister’s hand reaching close, too close. 

“I can’t say that I know,” you replied honestly. “I’ve just always had a connection to bees ever since I was young.” Your reply was honest. Although you knew that the day your sister disappeared meant the beginning of your connection to The Hive, you felt unsure. It made your stomach turn to think of a time before The Hive; it felt impossible. 

Cecil hummed in response. “I know you had gone missing as a toddler, your sister was never found. It took the search party 15 days to find you— and do you know what the report said about you?” 

Your breath stilled at his words. 15 days? It had only been a few hours, you were sure of it. 

Does it matter? We were safe. 

If you were worried about seeming unnerved before, you face now definitely sealed the deal. “What… What did it say?” 

“It said you had survived by living off of honey that whole time. A toddler, all alone, and yet somehow you had been completely unharmed and in perfect health. Isn’t that something?” 

You wondered if he was building up to a point or something. Did he suspect something off about you? 

“I’m curious about you,” he said. “I can admit that, but I’ll leave that on hold for now. To be frank, I’m not in the position right now to figure out the mechanics of every superhero who comes by. Instead I’d like to propose an offer.” 

“I’m listening,” you said softly. 

“I’d like you to join Fight Force,” he said finally. 

Absolutely not. 

You held back a wince at The Hive’s angry intrusion. Fight Force? They were practically a joke. As if reading your thoughts, Cecil spoke again. 

“Although you show promising talent, and the Guardians could use more flyers on the team, I’d like you to join Fight Force because of your more close range nature. Works for villains like Mastermind, but I’m not sure how much help you could be in outer space; that seems to be the trajectory nowadays for a team like the Guardians.”

”The Guardians were almost wiped out by Mastermind if not for me—“

”Invincible would’ve intervened had you not interrupted.” Intervened? His idea was to drop a brick on Mastermind’s head. 

He doesn’t trust us. The Hive’s voice was clear as day in your head, it grounded you in place. The Immortal was a known (and televised) crash out, and Invincible was a nepo baby who’s been swung around like a baseball bat by practically every villain he’s come into contact with. But you were only Fight Force material? 

We should cut Invincible some slack. You tried not to scoff at The Hive’s weird favouritism for the guy, or else you’d risk losing more ground with Cecil. 

“Frankly I think you’ve underestimated me,” you said finally. Cecil didn’t move a muscle at first, his shoulder stiff before he suddenly relaxed in his chair. 

“Listen kid, I get that you’re overeager; that’s nice to see, especially now. But you’re gonna have to earn being able to play with the big dogs…” You lost focus as he spoke, your mind focused on the one bee that had been hiding near the top of your boot. You never went anywhere without one hovering near you, even if GDA scum tried to force you to leave them behind. 

We mustn’t. 

Why, because he gives you the ick? 

The Hive did not reply, and so you took matters into your own hands. You tried to focus your attention solely on Cecil’s face despite knowing that the bee was now crawling under his desk. 

“What does earning a spot entail? After all, I just saved all their asses, and prevented Mastermind from a possibly fatal head injury that would have been caused by a hero on your payroll.” If Cecil was amused, then he certainly showed it by the way his lip quirked up. 

“Well,” he said. The bee now hovered behind him, silently observing him, and you willed yourself to focus only on his eyes. “That’s for me to decide.” 

“No,” you said with a smile. “I think it’s for us to decide.” It plunged into his ear, his eyes widened for a moment, and you stilled as you watched his expressions shift from shock to anger until suddenly a look of calm filled his eyes. 

“I see,” he said finally. “I think I misjudged you— it looks like we have similar goals.” You furrowed your brows for a moment before it all hit you; Cecil’s experiences, at least the ones he wanted to share, and his thoughts. 

The Hive was intrusive, but it never took; it was always up to the host to give. It didn’t make sense sometimes, but some were more open than others. You couldn’t say what they saw once the bee burrowed its way into their skulls, but you knew they eventually reached an understanding with The Hive. The Hive liked to say the host saw everything too, but you knew that was a lie. Even you couldn’t see everything, but it didn’t matter, as The Hive knew best. It was odd to know however, that this powerful man in front of you could now feel everything you felt even if diluted and only if he focused on it. 

“I’m sorry it came to this,” you said. “I see that you do understand now.” The bee fluttered out of his other ear, dislodging his ear piece; it was never meant to stay— just to show. It was a risk, a big risk that you had even tried this. But it worked, for now at least, as you didn’t know if Cecil would suddenly change his mind now that you removed the bee and let him keep his memories of the experience. He could very well decide to have the GDA kill you in your sleep. But his mind hadn’t displayed that, and all you had seen was fragments that showed trust and everything he knew about the Viltrumite race. 

“That chip in Mark Grayson’s ear might prove bothersome to The Hive’s objectives,” you said finally. “But I’m guessing it can’t be removed without him finding out and likely turning hostile toward you?” You knew more about Mark now, and through Cecil’s eyes saw a boy who was as hot headed as he was naive. 

Before Cecil could reply, a buzzing sound emitted from the ear piece that had fallen on his desk. He hesitated before placing it back on his ear and listened for a moment before he let out a deep sigh. 

“Kid’s not gonna like this,” he said before he pressed a button to end the call. You stared for a moment as his attention refocused on you. “You talked about proving yourself as a member of the Guardians? Well you’re in luck, they’re needed in space right now— along with Invincible.” 

This is very good. Despite The Hive’s optimism, you felt anxious nerves suddenly flood your stomach. 

[evilmaycry]

watched episodes 4-6 of the cartoon and i took some notes

notes and thoughts on the first three episodes are here

as before, spoilers below - fair warning, i go in stupid detail and i rant a lot

first and foremost:

still cannot believe eva was a single mother to twins.

Sparda gets called a deadbeat verbatim, and Dante genuinely didn't know who his dad was lol

agni and rudra being australian was not funny. joke didnt land. also the designs were pretty atrocious - they reminded me of the clone bad guys from invincible lmao

inb4 the christian zealot vp is Probably Real Bad Guy All Along...

Kept count of every time Mary swears during this run of episodes, stay tuned.

The constant switch in the animation in some segments is pretty jarring.. 🤢

dante gets the number wrong, thinking that millennia means 100,000 years. or maybe the writers, producers, directors and editors had an oversight. Honestly Dante might be a little dumb but he is not in anyway unintelligent... So... #NotMyDante

On this segment my written notes continue with "WHY ARE THEY AUSTRALIAN?!?!"

It is highly cringe that A&R are literal demons and not just automaton bodies controlled by sentient swords. Also the whole fight in the plane is pointless and there is no sense of hype because the entire design of the scene is shit from an ass, the enemies look like poop from a butt and there is no sense of hype whatsoever

-Pretty dumb that the devil trigger awakening was emotions lol. Also absolutely no hype here for him to obtain a power up because they advertised it several times.

The devil form is pretttyyyyyy fucking ugly and feels over and under designed at the same time.

Back to the winter soldier (Mary) she is helped by some people who put themselves in danger for her. OH THEY ARE DEMONS!! THEY ARE DEMON IMMIGRANTS ESCAPING THEIR RUINED WORLD!!! THEY ARE GOOD PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT A BETTER LIFE!!

Rabbit experiments on children and there is nothing else noteworthy after this.

Episode 5 begins and my first notes are how the demon design is so bad. Like ok they are supposed to be ugly but they are boring and stupid looking. I had the same issue with the castlevania cartoon. Some demons looked stupid AF and not threatening or bad

One of the only good/funny things mary has said in the whole run of the show is "looks like you killed the wrong bitch" at echidna. like ok that made me giggle

new version of Nero's theme song plays as Dante transforms lol. This shit is so ass!!!!!

I noted that at this point, there is no difference between Dante's and Nero's voices. If I closed my eyes all I heard was Nero

I learned earlier today that a lot of people didnt know that Mary's canon name is Mary Ann Arkham, but im pretty sure we've known this since dmc5 released.

The rabbit calls dante "DONTE". how did that get past the director 😫

Yeah they are evacuating the """"MAKAI"""" refugees but we know theyre going to harm them lol.

Sparda's DNA gets mentioned again and again. This shit is SO ASS!!!

They lined up the demon refugees and killed them in cold blood.

we are ok and starting to accept and sympathize with the rabbit because well wouldnt it be better that they take the world from the "murderous apes"

For episode 6, I did not take many notes because it´s probably the only good episode and the stylistic change was pretty good, however, it's basically propaganda

At this point, we are supposed to feel bad for the "MAKAI" refugees and root for them, and hate humans because they are corrupt and evil

This show is trying to gain traction and acceptance through disguising a story that SHOULD NOT BELONG IN A DEVIL MAY CRY ADJACENT PRODUCT. Like "actually the show was good because it showed refugees might seem evil to us but they are actually good" ok but they used literal evil, perverted and degenerate beings to be oppressed actually. Like lol. I felt bad for the makai people but im smart enough to know why all this shit was presented this way.

At this point, I believe this story wouldve been good as a stand alone product, without the devil may cry name, because all it does is truly TAINT the good reputation that DMC has.

God knows im as woke as anyone can get, but I see right through the guy who attented the current US president's inauguration and made a post about thanking him. lol i know he is disingenuous and he is trying to cause a divide. People who hate his shitty ass product is a bigot an doesnt care about the current political and humanitarian status of the world... die adi. my god, what a fucking hack.

If you don't care about the Makaians you're actually a bad person. The story is trying to manipulate us, and this is probably some new fans or complete noobs are falling for it.

People who inevitably will pick up the games, excited from the show are in for a rude awakening. That the lore of DMC is complete apolitical and Dante is not the woohoo teehee pizza guy, but just a witty charismatic hot guy.

And why does the other guy speak in Dante's voice??!

I will probably have more to share once i am done watching this tomorrow. And the final thoughts will be posted.

MARY SWEAR WORD TALLY FOR EPS 4 TO 6: 11

I think it was more than that, because I started counting once I thought it becoming excessive for a single episode lol

[nevermorgue]

Hayley! I hope you're well! I come into your inbox to ask about your thoughts and opinions on each spectre, and your favorite ones! Love your blog! :D

HIIII!! I’m so fantastic thank YOU for coming in here. I love your art and your rambles.

My favorite spectres currently are Will’s and Duke’s. But I really love them all. I’ll go into the opinions now

Annabel’s Lady in White - I think she’s beautiful. I love her abilities and the whole bride thing she has going on. I at first wished her dress was more detailed but it’s fine to grow on me. I love the petals, and the hole in her chest is agonizing. Such a pretty spectre. kiss of death is just sooooo. idk her abilities are definitely one of my top favorites.

Morella’s Guardian Spirit - Plain-ish compared to the others, but still fantastic. I feel like her and Annabel are slept on because of how early they were revealed. I love how long her hair gets and the whole celtic vibe. and that she’s mainly defense with the healing and stuff! it’s very unique and it says sooo much about her past. if it were me i’d make her look a little less human wirh maybe more glowing or something but she’s still fabulous :)

Pluto’s Cryptid - im so so so interested in this because apparently domesticated cryptids are super rare? I wanna know more about the other cryptids poppet mentioned so badly. its so fucked that he has a collar too!!! he wanted to escape society but even in death it's like he's bound by the neck. I'm dying for info on that dumb coat too. He's so silly looking. I really wanna see his other abilities. I'll have a stronger opinion when that comes. Ada's Banshee

- I am dying to know what "Mark of the Grave" is so bad. And I love her confusing ass torso. Is she a shadow. is it a dress. I want to know. also LOVE how her limbs being detachable/having the stitch marks implies she was chopped up and buried like that. and her hat. thats a very "southern belle lady" sort of hat. she gets to be the lady she always wanted, just ugly and hideous!! love her and i love her spectre. "fear itself" is one of my favorite abilities and i hope she utilizes it more cough cough on will-

Prospero's Shadow Man - i am dying to know if he can take the mask off. imagine he's like. a sickly corpse looking kind of thing. like himself but rotting or weak as hell. i LOVE his abilities i just wish he had more detaaaailing. hes so cool and handsome though. i also think its super weird/cool how he has to activate his abilities with the stopwatch. i havent seen any other spectres have a "trigger point" like that. would he be rendered useless without it? Montresor's Dybbuk - nipple rings. sorry anyways - i love the chains. because it's not like he's using them, he's the one chained. and the whole. goat legs thing. bc goats are associated with the devil for some reason. I wonder why that is. idk i just love the whole demon thing. because he's been seen as such since like. his birth. and he cant even escape it in death. love it love his shit. his ability to force his way into peoples' memories is CRAZY too i cannot WAIT to see more of that. Eulalie's Chimera - SOOOO pretty. So aesthetically pleasing. I love how she can make stuff with her dreams!!! and the fact that its implied she can yank malevolent spectres back into their regular forms is soooo cool. and just the fact that she can neutralize other spectres in general is such a unique power. shes like defense similar to morella, just in a different way minus healing. i love her. i really dont dislike any spectre i just love them all. Berenice's Strigoi - I will forever be mad that her teeth count as an ability but WHATEVER. She's still badass. I can only imagine how it must feel to basically lose your hands. I'm really excited to see what "Bloodlust" as an ability does. like there are so many cool spectre abilities we havent seen in action yet. The bite that makes you drunk will forever be iconic too. I love her look and i love how her whole outfit is directly correlated to her time period. also love how like each mouth on her is like. its own being. she cant control it. Duke's Poltergeist - I need to like control myself because I will yap nonstop about this one. The NEONS the colors are just fantastic and I LOOOOVE HIS EYES. THE EYES. all of his abilities fuck so hard and i love how like. his "hypnosis" isnt really like full hypnosis its more like a very powerful suggestion? and he couldnt even figure out how to get ada out of it? like he didnt TELL her to use her ability on montresor, he just kinda planted the idea in her head. i also noticed that one of his abilities IS levitation despite us seeing other spectres float on multiple occasion. so the key difference here is the telekinesis portion of the power. just thought that was silly. love him. i love duke. he's my 2nd fave. Will's Doppelganger - i physically have to stop myself from writing a page's worth of bs here. He has DIRT IN HIS JOINTS. like he's DIRTY. like buried and forgotten!! and if he's dust bowl era like so many of us think, perhaps its that same dust. he was left buried in it...forgotten. unidentified. And and and he's SO OP. everyone IC is underestimating how he has one of the most powerful spectres. He was able to almost fool the misfits as duke, he honestly did a fantastic job. He has to memorize so much. like its genuinely impressive. and then his ribbons. notice how they wrap around HIM before/during use. like he's fucking tangled in in them too, not just his victims. i dont think he's ever been free. he's never not been wrapped up in someone else's shit. he's never been "william". i- i need to stop. hes the best. best spectre- and i pray that the characters realize how much POWER he really has.

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Soooo a reply in the most recent Oil Is Thicker Than Blood release (by @dronebiscuitbat ) gave me an idea! And threw my impulse control out of my window!

BE WARNED: this contains a more than implied spicy Nuzi scene, which is canon in the universe of Oil Is Thicker Than Blood. I also tried my best to finish this so be also warned for potentially sucky writing lmao

Edit: I FOUND THE GUY THAT INSPIRED THIS SHIT IT'S @/makiyu23 THANK YOU DUDE THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN I WOULDN'T HAVE MADE THIS WITHOUT YOU

[EAVESDROPPING]

That red eyed freak... She's gonna pay.

Crawling in the vents. She always loved crawling around, whether it's the roof, the walls, or the ventilation systems, it always felt so good and satisfying.

This time didn't feel good the usual way now. It felt good like a revenge. Fitting.

While she's doing that, she found a few trinkets along the way! Neat! Things to look at instead of her glasses! She always disliked looking at her own glasses out of boredom, it brings memories she doesn't have consent for... Y'know what else she didn't consent to?

...

Let's not joke about that time, V...

...

Anyway! Back to searching through the vents! And sending those updates on the red thing stuff too!

"robo-god i fucking love crawling it's satisfying like-..." She stops for a moment... Then sighs... "Let's not ramble about these things alone V, you'll seem crazier than you already are..."

After long minutes of crawling around in the vents and sending updates on the search, she started to hear something...

Talking?

There's people talking...

There's people talking.

"Look, i'm just sayin', we can't have these Murder Drones in 'ere at all, ya know their body count? As someone who like- counts the deaths and missing drone cases, i say they're up to like- the THOUSANDS!"

"You know Khan's orders and announcement, they're living with us now, end of. We cannot keep having this conversation, Sean..."

"Susan please just- just understand what i'm trying to say here!"

"We can't keep up a relationship if all you're gonna ramble about is the Murder Drones wanting to make amends."

A Worker with an irish accent... Rambling to another, 50% masculine 50% feminine and 100% tired sounding, about the fact that she and N are living in the bunker with them and how he's against it. Of course. If she could drop down right then and there... She would. But she can't, she made a promise... Stupid promise but hey, she cares about that idiot.

...

Stupid feelings, stupid concept of caring, stupid core, now she feels all mushy and gross...

Ughh, get back to work you trauma bag!

Beep. Update sent. And as she crawls around the vents, a message for Lizzy. Heehee Lizzy she cute- SHUT UP BRAIN.

SD-V: yo liz i caught two people talking while i crawled in the vents, wanna hear?

A few seconds later...

Lizthequeen: OMG yes!!! drop the gossip gurl!!!

SD-V: so theres these two workers talkin shit about me and n for obvious reasons and apparantly these two workers are also a dumb lovey dovey couple

Lizthequeen: oh shiz you talking about sean and susan??? oh theyre having constant problems with their relationship i heard!!

SD-V: thats what im saying. theyre in constant problems with their relationship yeah

Lizthequeen: they are fr?? daaayyuummm gurl...... are they breaking up now???

V stopped to look back and crawl a little backwards to hear...

"... Susan- Susan please don't do this to me-"

"No no no no you know what? You know what? We're done here, all you ramble about is your racism, fuck you and fuck off"

"Susan please!"

Then a slam... Then a sigh...

"... WELL GOOD RIDDANCE I FUCKING GUESS!"

She began crawling forward again... God damn.

SD-V: yup

Lizthequeen: RN????? HOLY SHIT?????

SD-V: yup

Lizthequeen: they finally broke up........ thank you for sharing the info bestie i owe u so much

SD-V: yeah you owe me a good hanging out

What the FUCK. WHY DID YOU SEND THAT WHY DID YOU SAY THAT

V immediately stopped messaging in flustered frustration, yellow filling her visor and embarrassment filling her... Everything. Fuck's sake.

...

...

...

Lizthequeen: what do u mean by that ;3c

SD-V: nothing shut up buzz off im busy anyway BYE

Then to the right goes the program...

...

...

...

That was stupid.

...

...

Okay that's processed.

As she crawled by, she began to hear more chatter... Right, people exist.

"Guy imma need to talk to ya"

"Oh no. My name in b flat. I'm in trouble"

"More like i wanna discuss something with you regarding the whole Khan's daughter and N thing..."

"... Am i in trouble?"

"Stop saying you're in trouble, i just wanna talk"

PFFFFT

"“Stop saying you're in trouble” yeah shut up before you get in trouble hehehehehe-"

"What the HELL was that?!"

V squeaked in surprise, then yelled back, attempting to threaten the two into submission.

"YOU BETTER NOT TRY ME OR I WILL DROP DOWN AND RIP YOU TO SHREDS YOU TOASTERS!!"

...

...

"Okay, no need to yell lass, we would've listened anyway"

"Yeah what Han said"

V sighed in relief and kept crawling and sending updates. Situation avoided.

...

...

Crawling by crawling by, crawling by for the sake of your life~

This is getting really boring, i fucking hate this now i wanna go home~

She sang as she crawled in the vents, sending updates every few as she found new things and new gossip, making herself laugh a little as she crawled... She needed those laughs and those moments. She needed a break from the tension and the fear. The dread. That red eyed freak...

...

That red eyed freak.

...

"You want me to lead?" She heard, faintly, as she crawled about...

What in the god damn?? Uzi??

"Lay down then"

What????????

She crawled forward and stopped to hear the possible new gossip...

...

What the fuck are they doing down there.

"Relax, okay?"

"O-okay..."

Uzi?? N?? What are they...

...

Oh they can't be.

"I-i'm not t-that insteresting"

"You're gorgeous, actually"

"Shouldn't i be saying that to y-you?"

Nuh uh they're not i don't believe... N would be a bottom though.

A little more of hearing from inside the vents, it becomes clearer as every second passes. She can't move.

She jerks a leg forward, yet it's stiff. She can't move.

She tries the same with one arm, it's stiff too. She can't move.

She tries to at least launch herself forward, but her whole body is stiff. She can't move.

She sighs... I can't move... I can't stop hearing...

"Ngh... Uzi..."

JUST MOVE LET THEM BE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOV

She jerks an arm, trying to continue crawling.

Again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

FINALLY.

She manages to continue crawling by...

After ceaseless crawling, ending up finding nothing, and having heard quite the event... You think she'll have a word or two for them about it?

She's laid down across the ground, alone in her nest in the spire, seemingly dissociating after the events that transpired...

"Well... Damn." Her last words said in surprise.

...

...

...

...

...

We never got to go far in our relationship.

She swapped her hand up with the submachine gun and aimlessly let loose a barrage of bullets, drowning her thoughts in noise. Drowning her sorrows in noise.

Heavy breathing, panting.

...

"Let's not think of that, V..."

[rhiirysss]

the scarlet sunset (that lit up the sky on that day)

Chapter 1

masterlist

ao3 / next

Summary:

It wasn’t exactly easy to follow her usual routine, nowadays. Not with the severity of what she's seen, the journal tucked into the pocket of her jacket weighing heavily on her. Maybe it was dumb to have a written record of stuff she wanted no one to hear a lick of, but could you blame her? There were only so many ways to cope with such things like the very fact your imminent doom was guaranteed at some point. or; what if Hange had reoccurring dreams about her death in Odiha? and what if, even with that knowledge, it doesn't change her fate in the slightest?

Relationships: Erwin Smith/Hange Zoë/Levi Ackerman, eventually becomes Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë-centric, Moblit Berner & Hange Zoë

Tags: Pre-Canon (specifically before 104th graduation), Canon Divergence, She/Her Pronouns for Hange Zoë, Polyamorous Relationships, Future Sight but not really (she only really knows how she dies, that's it)

Word Count: 2435

A/N:

this'll be cross posted on AO3 when the site is back from it's maintenance, but i hope this fic finds you in good health! i'm mainly a levihan shipper, but erurihan has a soft spot in my heart i cannot deny, and deemed appropriate to add on here even if we know it's all going to end terribly— this concept kind of formed when i was still deep into my terrible and unhealthy character.ai obsession but im FREE from it now so i thought "why not just write abt it instead?" and we got here! this is a multi-chap story, very diff from my usual one-shots, but im having fun with it and i hope ull enjoy my lil piece of love to the fandom! i also apologize in advance for any.. mistakes in here, im editing this whole thing myself so human error will eventually prevails sobs.. ill make sure to link the ao3 fic by the time i post it!! ty for taking your time to read this <333 -ryss UPDATE: i finally have the ao3 fic posted right here!! thank you for your patience!! (ill also place it above for easier navigation)

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The Survey Corps HQ was just as busy as always, people running around back and forth, preparations being done for the up-and-coming expeditions and whatnot. A midst it all, Hange found some sort of peace with it. She’d always been innately connected with the chaos most despised. In fact, she thrived in the hustle and bustle of her work studying titans. Even if her assistant found it astonishing and downright horrifying to witness, practically following her around like a fussy younger sibling. He always rambled on nervously that one of these days, she’d run herself into the ground with her relentless pursuit of knowledge. It might’ve sounded like something you’d loathe to hear time and time again, but the sight was more comforting than annoying in her opinion.

—“No n-normal person should be functioning with practically zero hours of sleep, Section Commander Hange!”—

Moblit’s concern was always appreciated, to say the least. Scarily reasonable at times.

It wasn’t exactly easy to follow her usual routine, nowadays. Not with the severity of what she's seen, the journal tucked into the pocket of her jacket weighing heavily on her. Maybe it was dumb to have a written record of stuff she wanted no one to hear a lick of, but could you blame her? There were only so many ways to cope with such things like the very fact your imminent doom was guaranteed at some point. It had gotten so ridiculous, she’d flinch at the flicker of a candle’s flame. Explaining that reaction had not been fun, to say the least, and neither Nanaba nor Miche had been convinced but they let her be anyhow.

Well, there was that, and the dreams that plagued her needed to be written down lest she forget what happened in them. Every detail was important; Every. Single. One.

By the Walls, Hange was getting off-track. She had a lab to get too and a blueprint to try and finalize! Sleep could come later, when she was too tired to even bother dreaming anymore. A miracle she, desperately, hoped would come true.

Unfortunately, a familiar pattern of steps was approaching her frantic figure from behind, the urge to run had never been so strong before. There was only one man she knew who walked with such sheer determination to his steps, and the voice that followed quickly confirmed her suspicions. “Oi. Where do you think you’re going, four-eyes?”

Out of all the people, did it have to be him? Can’t whatever benevolent forces out her give her some slack, just once? This felt unfair.

“To my lab, of course! Is there anything you need, Levi?” The Section Commander’s steps didn’t falter, not in the slightest. If Levi wanted her to stop, he’d need to actually keep up with her first.

Alas, this was Humanity’s Strongest we’re talking to. Such a title wasn’t given out without reason. The Captain easily matched her strides; the two now walking side by side, his glare digging holes onto his side of her head.

“Moblit’s just reported you’re running on zero sleep. Care to explain?”

Hange nearly trips at his words, eye twitching under her glasses in an attempt to push down her growing frustration. Apparently, sleep deprivation made it significantly harder to control herself, which she already knew– but that didn’t necessarily help her deal with the issue.

‘Sweet, precious Moblit, my most beloved assistant– how could you do this to me?’

The thought passes through her, further depleting what little control she has over her temper. Regardless, she manages to chirp out rather cheerily in response to his words.

“Did he? What else did he say?” Her tone is far too cheery to be genuine, but Levi doesn’t seem too deterred by the sight. He’s seen this madwoman do far worse in her anger, and it wasn’t going to stop him from completing his task.

“You’re overworking yourself, again. There’s no damned reason attached to it this time, either.”

There is little to no time being graced Hange’s way, a hand grasping the back of her collar and pulling her back with a strength that doesn’t entirely surprise her, given who it is. That same hand grasps the base of her ponytail, whipping her head around to face him, pulled down to his height to meet him face-to-face as steely blue glares deeply into the bright amber that greets him.

—‘There should be no reason for you to be like this, unless you’re hiding something from us.’

‘Why would I be hiding anything?! I’m fine.’

‘Bullshit. I can tell when you’re lying, Hange.’—

Ever so slightly, her expression wavers, feeling way too vulnerable like this. Another reason why Levi being sent her way was so detrimental to her current project; he could read her like an open book. One shared moment of eye-contact was enough for him to pull together a vague idea of what was going on, and it was clear he was displeased.

“I still have work to do, shorty. Come on—”

“You’re going to bed, Erwin’s orders.”

Great, fantastic, this wasn’t just a one person effort. The Commander himself had decided to get involved, too. Levi wasn’t the type to exactly lie about things like this, and the severity of her predicament was weighing down on her once more.

It was, really, only a matter of time before she’d snap. The temptation simply built up, the all-too familiar sensation of rage filling up her gut. There was no time to stop now, she couldn’t rest just yet. Too many things required her presence today, she had logs of dreams she had to analyze down to the very minuscule detail if she wanted to understand what the future could hold.

Too much, too much to do. Levi and Erwin could fuck right off, now was not the time.

“I don’t have time for this, Levi. I can sleep later. Just– leave me be for now, okay?!”

Hange meant to sound much, much more angrier than she actually did. The words that left her mouth were not coated in the rage or frustration she wished to express.

Instead, she sounded far too tired for her liking.

Whatever lingering anger she had died down, for her words had done enough regardless of what the intended effects of it were.

Levi could not tell you when his hand left her hair, but it did, and the two simply stood there in silence.

He’d seen a lot of sides of Hange. There were the happy, joyful, and reckless sides of her, and then there were the days she’d shimmer in her grief, let the anger consume her, stay eerily silent and let someone else fill in the silence in her place. Most would assume someone like her was invincible, that she’d never let such meager emotions take priority over her experiments and titan obsession.

Those people were wrong, always; they never truly understood the weight someone carried and passed on as a member of the Scout Regiment.

To be in the Survey Corps was to carry the will of the dead, to give meaning to their sacrifices and to keep moving forward even when all else felt hopeless. As veterans, it was a feeling he, Erwin, Hange and everyone else still remaining had bore far longer than most people.

And in these eyes that usually shone brightly, even in the face of all their losses, was something he’d never expected to see.

It reflected the look their Commander– Erwin –had whenever he had to break the news for a particularly risky mission. A gamble he’d take regardless of the lives lost, but did so anyhow, a cold-hearted expression Levi forced himself to be accustomed with replacing the man only she and him got to see in private. A man who knew what would happen, was expecting the worse, and was ready to face it headfirst.

Only now, there was no hard set determination shining through. Nor was there any clever plan ready to slip through the very tips of her tongue and convince everyone– or in this case, himself –that the cost was worth the risk.

No, all he saw was defeat; resignation to some sort of unforeseen fate she’d yet to speak of, yet was certain would occur. So similar yet so far off from the man they both loved.

Levi hated it.

“Fine. But you’re getting your ass in bed eventually whether you like it or not, shitty-glasses.”

“..Of course, Levi. I’ll see you later.”

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Hange’s almost certain she's read the same passage for who knows how long, and at this point it was clear repeating the motion was not helping her understand it any better. Her scratchy and barely legible handwriting didn’t help much either, considering she wrote this log down the moment she’d woken up from the very same reoccurring dream yet again. The blur of her glasses weren’t helping in this matter, coated in oil and sweat from the many errands she’d had to do beforehand. Considering she has no clue where exactly she put the little cleaning cloth Levi had gifted specifically for cleaning them, it was inevitable that she had to raise a white flag of defeat.

“Dammit..” Haphazardly, the pocket journal is slammed shut, placed down onto her desk with a restless fervor that didn’t match the exhaustion running through her veins. “You need to get a grip on yourself, this isn’t like you, Hange.”

It hurt, somewhat, to admit such things aloud– to acknowledge that something truly was wrong with her and that maybe, she needed help. Even then, Hange couldn’t exactly just tell someone she’d been dreaming of her death for over a week now. There’s already a reputation surrounding her rather eccentric and downright depraved behaviour, stuff like this would only fuel the fire; no one would believe her.

The best she could do with this info was keep her lips sewn shut and continue work as she always has.

Sure, maybe the fact she used some sort of new weapon the Survey Corps had never seen before to take down a a couple of titans resembling the Colossal that breached Shiganshina all those years ago had been haunting her for a bit now. And perhaps she’s been drafting dozens of blueprints to recreate something she merely saw in action— through her own eyes, no less —but that was all fine and dandy! The future wasn’t scary, at all!

Running a hand through her hair, the scientist let her gaze land on the dozens of crumpled up papers littering the floor around her desk. The mess in and of itself wasn’t anything new, practically associated with Hange by everyone who knew her, but the sight disheartened her nonetheless.

The spear-like invention from her dream was powerful, clearly, and negated their need to get as close as they usually did with their blades. A bit destructive, definitely explosive, and maybe more dangerous, but necessary if it’s what carried her to killing a couple of those Colossal titans. To accelerate its creation would be a godsend to their fight now, but there was only so much Hange could do with just a vision.

She stood, adjusting the frame of her glasses, and stormed out of her lab. The visions might plague her dreams once more, but avoiding sleep could only work for so long and Hange’s functionality was dwindling down fast. It was a waste of time to keep pouring over the same thing over and over again with a blank mind, anyways.

Maybe Moblit would clean up after her mess. The man did so often considering how easily his Section Commander got absorbed in her work, and she doubted he’d snoop around her stuff.

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“Shitty-glasses! It’s time to go to bed!”

Levi strode into the lab, Erwin lingering by his side. The two knew how stubborn their third could be, especially with all the reports her right-hand-man had been feeding the two; thus, they found it necessary to come together to bring Hange to her room.

Although.. they found it oddly quiet, the familiarly messy room lacking the frantic shuffling of papers and booming voice that– usually –came right after the Captain’s grumpy calls.

It didn’t make much sense, either, not when Moblit had told them himself she was still in there. Or, rather, he predicted such while taking into account her odd patterns of behaviour in the past few days. If she wasn’t in here, they’d check her room next, yet another part of her assistant’s predictions they chose to abide by.

Levi was just about ready to drag Erwin out of there, barely masking the relief in his expression. Hange wasn’t in here, so that must mean she actually went to bed on her own accord; a fucking miracle considering how she chose to function.

The taller man stopped his attempt, inching further into the room and stopping by Hange’s desk; eyes completely honed in on the lone journal laying atop of it.

“Does this look familiar to you at all?” Clasping a hand around the leather bound thing, the Commander pulls it up, finger tracing its cover, assessing it as if it were the many piles of paperwork stacked up in his office waiting for his approval.

Whatever it is Erwin sees, Levi is none the wiser, curiosity barely piqued as a scowl forms on his lips. “Probably just another one of her damned research logs.”

“Perhaps, but it’s not labeled at all. Nor has Hange ever once presented this particular collections of logs to me.”

That is enough to bring the other into silence, viewing the book in a new light. His gaze narrows in on it, scrutinizing silently, trying to find out whatever it could be hiding from them.

Hange wasn’t the type to just hide things from them, after all. Whatever new idea she had, the first to know was between Erwin, Levi, and Moblit. Afterwards, the news would quickly spread to any other innocent scout who foolishly encouraged her to speak her mind— most people knew what the Section Commander was thinking and would do next. It made little sense for her to own a private diary of sorts, even if it wasn’t a completely abnormal thing for any person to do.

The simple fact that it was Hange Zoë herself doing such a thing was what made it so eyebrow raising.

Knowing full well his partner has realized the same thing he has, the blonde silently slips the journal into his jacket’s chest pocket, a plan already forming in his mind.

“Let’s go find Hange now, shall we?”

next

[rafedaddy01]

literal favorite rafe writer 🫶🏼

how about rafe x fem!reader where rafe has topper and kelce over and they are hanging out and y/n is sitting on rafe’s lap reading a romance book and she reaches a smutty scene with has her clenching her thighs and rafe notices and leans into her ear and tells her “what he is doing to her cannot even compare to what im gonna do to you babygirl…” and after top and kelce leave he takes her to his room and she rides his thigh, and after he fucks her in the shower with a praise kink, her riding him in the bath.

thanks 🫶🏼

Aww, you guys are so kind ♥️

I was sitting on Rafes lap reading my book. The book in question is one of my spicy ones.

Rafe had his friends over and I didn’t feel like listening to them talk about video games so I cozied up in my boyfriends lap and started reading;

“He grins as he takes both of my wrists and secures the cuffs around them”

“Your going to lie there and take whatever I give you, he tells her”

“Your going to cum whenever I allow it”

My thighs clench at a specific part in the book and Rafe notices. He looks down at me but I’m too focused on reading to see that he has peeked over my shoulder and is reading along with me

“Her hands clench into fists as her orgasm takes over her body”

“I’m not done with you yet, he tells her”

“Is that how you want to be treated? You want me to break your body with orgasms?” Rafes deep voice in my ear makes me jump.

I quickly shut the book and look up at him “I-“ I don’t even know what to say, it is what I want.

Rafe shoots me a wink before going back to the conversation between Topper and Kelce.

A few hours later the boys have left and my nerves are getting the best of me because I know Rafe is planning something after catching me reading that.

I’m sitting on his bed when he comes back to the room and shuts the door, the lock clicking behind him.

Shit

“You know-“ Rafe starts saying as he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it on the ground before stalking over to the bed.

“I don’t appreciate you reading those kinds of books in front of me, do I not satisfy you enough?” He asks, shooting one of his eyebrows up as he leans his palms on the bed and traps my body under his.

“Y-you do, Rafe. I-I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry!” I babble. I know I’m in trouble, but I also know I’ll be rewarded so playing dumb might piss him off but it’ll also get me what I want.

“I-I shouldn’t have done that, sir” I purr the last word and intertwine my fingers behind his head and watch as goosebumps coat his body at the term.

He lets out a low growl as he flips me over and I’m straddling his lap “careful y/n, just cuz I’m being nice doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you”

“Oh I’m counting on it” I say as I start grinding down on his crotch

“Ah ah ah, not so fast” he says shaking a finger at me

“I want you here” he says tapping his thigh

“Your gonna ride my thigh until you get off at least twice” he plasters on a big smile while holding up two fingers.

I roll my eyes and shift over so I’m sitting on one of his thighs.

“Loose the clothes” he says

I strip down so I’m just in my bra and get to work

I start rolling my hips and dragging my clit along the material of his jeans, it’s rough but it feels so good and the more I grind the more arousal leaks from me and coats his jeans to make it easier to rub on it

One of my hands holds onto the bed frame behind Rafes head and the other grips his right shoulder.

“Oh fuck” I moan out as I start riding his thigh

“C-can I come?” I mumble as I grind harder and faster, feeling my release coming up

“Go ahead” Rafe says as he sits there and watches me fall apart on his thigh with a smirk

“Now-“ he said rubbing up and down the side of my stomach before undoing my bra and watching it fall away “again” he slaps me ass and I moan as I start grinding again

“Holy shit, Rafe!” I moan as I throw my head back and feel my clit throb with excitement.

I feel Rafes tongue latch onto my right nipple while his fingers twist and play with the left and I lose it. “Fuck fuck fuck!” I scream out as more of my juices coat his jeans.

I slump against his bare chest as I catch my breath.

“Such a good girl” Rafe praises me as he strokes my hair and runs his fingers up and done my naked spine. “Let’s get you cleaned up” Rafe says as he gently Carrie’s me to the shower and starts undressing while the water heats up

Once we’re in the shower Rafe hugs me from the back and starts massaging my breasts up with soap and I let out a low moan

“That feel good?” He asks and I nod.

I can feel his hard cock pressing into my lower back and it makes my thighs clench.

“Does my baby want more?” He asks as he runs one hand down my chest and stomach, to my bare pussy. “Oh your so wet” he groans as he quickly turns me around and pushes my back against the shower wall

“Jump”

I do as he says and he wraps my legs around his body while the wall holds me up. I feel his growing cock in between my legs, pressing against my seeping cunt and I start grinding “shit Rafe, fuck me. Please!” I cry out as he sucks on my neck

Wasting no time he positions himself and thrusts in, slamming my body against the wall “fuck y/n, always so tight for me” he groans out as his hips repeatedly snap

My tits bounce with the force of his thrusts and the shower fills with moans and groans and grunts from us.

“Don’t cum until I tell you” he says as he continues his assault on my pussy.

Fuck I don’t know if she could take one more orgasm after just having two in a row.

“Rafe! Please!” I moan out as his fingers tease my clit

“Not yet baby, hold it”

I can feel his cock twitch inside me and I know he’s close too

I pull him by the back of his neck and press my lips to his. He grunts into my mouth as his pace picks up. He has to be in my guts by now, this position and his length, he’s deep inside me and it feels so good I might explode. I will if he doesn’t give me permission soon

“Rafe” I mutter against his lips and he delivers me one harsh slam before resting his forehead on mine. “Now”

I come apart as soon as the words leave his mouth and Rafes follows after.

He lets my legs down and helps steady me before reaching for the shampoo and massaging it into my scalp.

“Mmm, thank you baby” I moan as his fingers soap up my hair.

“For this or for the best orgasms of your life?

I giggle as I wrap my hands around his waist “both”

He presses a kiss to my nose and continues washing me.

I hope this is good ♥️

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Character Profiles , Secret Treehouse

Fanclub for Your Heart! , masterlist

YN › Idol on hiatus after a public dating scandal. She’s private, a little weary of the spotlight, but the kindest soul. Doesn’t have many friends. Imagine your closest friend is your manager. Keeps her emotions buried deep but craves real connection. Most likely to leave a message on read while reading it 3 times.. (she thought she replied!) Loves night walks, but sometimes her disguise makes her look a little scary. The corner store is like her safe spot, especially after meeting him. 

YOIMIYA › The sunshine of the group loud, funny, definitely most chronically online. Once she chooses you, youre stuck with her. No takebacks. Loudest on variety shows. Once asked a reporter “why are you booing me, Im right." Could start a conversation with a rock and somehow make it fun. Cannot lie to save her life.

AYAKA › Soft spoken and sweet, shes often often the groups moral compass. Sends long texts of encouragement and tea recommendations when YN’s down, trying to get her out of bad habits. Never swears, but surprisingly firm when pushed. Technically a nepo baby, but feels bad if someone brings it up.

KOKOMI › Gentle, composed, and highly strategic in the public eye. Good at managing tension in group meetings. When stressed, she stares at vending machines without buying anything. Keeps detailed journals, but doodles dumb cartoons in her lyric sheets. Secretly follows fan accounts (and keeps a secret stash of gifts fans have given her). Accidentally slept in the studio and told no one.

LUMINE › Big sister energy with a constant headache. Knows when YNs not doing okay even if she says shes “fine.” Closest to YN and tends to quietly cover for her. Thinks before she speaks (most of the time), but always shows up when it counts. Shes secretly really good at claw machines. Her handwriting is perfect.

THOMA › Dependable and level headed. More like a housekeeper than a manager sometimes. He handles schedules, fan interactions, and everything in between. Manages emotions and logistics equally well. Protective over all the girls. Gets emotionally invested in fan letters and gifts more than the girls seem to sometimes..

SYNOPSIS › After the popular idol of Skyward Sonnet, YN, falls into a hiatus after a dating scandal, many of her fans are worried and some feel betrayed. However, none of them are as worried as the head on her online fan club, Venti himself. Going out of his way to cheer her up, he ends up finding his pictures flooded over the internet. "YNs cute fangirl syndrome affects her the most.." In which, YN finds his efforts cute, but? Fangirl? He's no girl!

TAGLIST › @thingforxiao , just comment if u want!!

NOTES › idk why the photos r so badly cropped… but it took me too long to organize so i dont wanna download all those photos again !!!! 😭😭 maybe i will n this msg wont make sense.. bc itll be fixed! (it wont) anyway um this story lowkey made by a D1 YAPPER ! so.. 🙏 all the notes sections r gon be. rly long yay!!! u dont gotta read its a whole lota nuthing…. get ready i thinks tho lols bye.. oh wait but unimportant the official SkySon accounts only follow each other + main SkySon acc.. i messed up big on the photos.. basically anything that isnt the official accs all follow each other yeppp thats all bye fr this time 🥀