#my mind takes me to places i wouldn't go without a g/n

[mistray-art]

I hope this is for someone out there (apart from me)

[livingformintyoongi]

yoongi fucking his girlfriend raw for the first time and her telling him to cum inside because she wants his babies

First time

a/n: as the request did not have many specifications I went straight to the point, hope you don't mind 😣. warnings: Breeding kink, a little bit soft, in fact there are not many warnings, it is quite soft. wc: 1.1k taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @zent9 @superbbananananana

"Shit" you moaned, squirming on your sheets as you felt Yoongi's fingers touch the exact spot that made the knot in your belly get tighter and tighter, although, come to think of it, it could also be due to Yoongi's tongue teasing your clit.

"I haven't done this in a long time" he whispered, straightening up as he pulled his fingers from inside you and licked them. During all that time he didn't take his eyes off you and your body. "Do you think you're lubed up enough to get my cock in?".

"Yes" you sighed, resting a hand on your chest in an attempt to calm your heartbeat. It wasn't very helpful, but at least you tried. You turned your head toward your nightstand, reaching your shaking arm toward the drawer to pull out a condom. You frowned as you felt Yoongi's hand stop you quickly, "What's wrong?" you turned to look at him, returning your arm to its place.

"It's just..." he scratched the back of his neck, grimacing with his mouth. His cheeks were barely tinged with a pastel pink color you'd seen once or twice when he felt too embarrassed, "could we, you know, do it without a condom? Only if you want to" he hastened to clarify, avoiding looking you in the eye.

"It's okay" you cupped his cheeks, caressing them gently, "we've been together for years, and I doubt that with one time anything will happen" you smiled at him as reassuringly as you could, hoping you could convey that feeling to him.

"God, I love you so much," he settled between your legs, moving down until he was face to face with you, "I don't think you can imagine how much I do," he kissed your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses running all the way from where he started to your bra.

"Then show me how much you love me" you whispered in his ear, hugging his neck and pulling him even closer to you. You shivered slightly as you felt his breath collide against your chest.

"Oh believe me, I will" he laughed softly, gently pushing the tip of his cock inside you. You both moaned before the skin to skin contact. It was your first time doing this, and although it felt strange, it was a sensation you definitely wouldn't regret feeling. "How is it possible that after all these years you're still so tight?" he growled over your collarbones, leaving a mark right in the center.

"Don't ask, just enjoy it" You tried to laugh, but were quickly interrupted by a lunge from Yoongi.

If there was one thing that characterized Yoongi in sex, it was that he would never start soft and gentle. He liked to go straight to his climax point, feel as much as possible in the shortest time and repeat it over and over again until he was satisfied. That was your Yoongi.

"Feels good" he murmured against your skin, pounding your pussy hard. A shit-eating grin appeared on his face as he heard you moan loudly the moment the tip of his cock hit your G-spot. He loved how you reacted every time he found that sensitive spot.

"Fuck" you brought your hands to his hair, pulling on it to keep yourself grounded. You let your head fall back, giving Yoongi the opportunity to lick, bite and mark your neck as he pleased. 

Yoongi moaned as he felt your walls clench around him tightly, clinging to your hips as if his life depended on it. It would probably leave marks, but he didn't care right now, neither you nor him.

"I love the feel of you squeezing my cock," he said as he closed his eyes and concentrated on increasing the speed of your onslaught. His hand gently caressed the marks he had left on your neck, causing a soft sigh to escape your lips.

"More" you moaned, moving your hands down from his hair to his shoulders, burying your deep red nails into his skin. 

"More?" he teased back, taking one of your legs and pulling it up his shoulder. You moaned loudly as you felt his cock go even deeper than it was before. "Shit, Y/N, you're so sensitive" he laughed, moving his hand down to your womanhood to take your clit between his fingers and play with it as he pleased.

You hunched your back to him, closing your eyes tightly. The knot in your stomach was becoming more and more unbearable and you weren't sure how much longer you could continue. "Yoonie" you whimpered between moans, looking up at him with misty eyes and dilated pupils.

"It's okay, it's okay, I've got you" he bent down a little, just enough to kiss your cheek, "do it as soon as you're ready."

You nodded awkwardly, starting to move your hips against his so you could get your long desired release. The moment you came your whole body trembled from the spasms, and you almost melted as you felt Yoongi embrace you as carefully as possible with the intention of regulating your body's movement. 

"That's it, fuck, you're squeezing me so good" Yoongi closed his eyes, concentrating on how good your tight, wet pussy felt. He was so immersed in the sensation that he almost forgot he wasn't wearing a condom. "Shit" he whispered, trying to get out of your pussy as quickly as possible. He moaned in surprise as he felt you imprison his hips with your legs. You still looked a little tired from your recent orgasm, but apparently you were determined not to let it out. "Honey, I'm going to come soon, I need-".

"Cum inside" you whispered, moving your hips against his, "I want you to come inside, I want to have your baby."

And that broke Yoongi for a few seconds. Only for a few seconds, because almost instantly he reacted and brought his mouth to yours in search of a desperate kiss. You gasped as you felt Yoongi's thrusts get deeper and stronger, and only moments later, you felt his cum spill inside you as you swallowed your boyfriend's moans with the kiss.

You both fell silent after finishing. You kept your eyes closed and your hand in his hair, he, for his part, had his head resting on your chest, caressing your waist with his fingertips. "Y/N?"

"Yes?" you whispered, giving a yawn. Fucking Yoongi always wore you out, even though he was the one doing most of it.

"We're going to need a lot more cum if you want a baby, you know that?" he chuckled above your ear, moving his hand down to your center, caressing your sensitive area.

You whimpered as you felt his intentions bump against your inner thigh, "We just finished."

"The night is still long" he nodded, kissing you passionately as he straightened back up on top of you.

He definitely wasn't going to let you sleep tonight.

Materlist.

[aaagustd]

make it cute | jjk (m)

title: make it cute pairing: jeon jungkook x (f)reader genre/rating: smut, pwp, 18+ summary: if jungkook loans someone money, he expects to be paid with just that. but tonight, he just might make an exception. wc: 1.8k warnings: infidelity, swearing, mentions ransoms and everything that comes with that (threats, m*rder, etc), pictures??, consensual g*n play (more like oral but yeah), sloppy bl*wjob/deep throating, consent bc it's sexy, pet names, degradation, m*sturbation, facial c*m shot, dirty talk, slight power play dynamics, Dom/sub themes, obedience kink, hair pulling, face f*cking, that should be all release date: september 21st, 2024; 10:18pm est

note: reposting this baby. it’s from the old aaagustd account. i hope y’all enjoy the new version. divider credit.

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"That’s it. Keep going until I tell you to stop."

Jungkook can feel the material of his pants stretching to accommodate the growing boner pressing against the fabric. One wrong jerk of his hips, and he fears the measly button and zipper securing his trousers will go flying across his lavishly decored master bedroom.

He’s done some sick shit in his life, but this. This was your idea.

If only he could hear how you begged for it.

"Damn, baby, You are dead-ass enjoying this, aren't you?"

You don’t have to respond, but you do. "M-Mhm," you exhale in a needy moan as your throat engulfs the barrel of his gun.

There’s no way you can deny what is visibly present in both your eyes. 

The way your middle finger teases your soaked cunt. Your erected nipples leave two perfectly sculpted peaks that he can see through your sheer top.

He can't lie; he’s impressed and turned on by the sight. 

However, the reason you’re on your knees on his bedroom floor isn’t because he had a taste for a bored housewife. Your darling husband owes him a lot of money, and he will pay it if he wants his little trophy home by dinner.

Otherwise, Jungkook will gladly keep you—if you can behave.

With an ass like yours, Jungkook wouldn't let you out of his sight. Your place would be right on his lap, no matter the time or the place.

You have to keep a tight leash on this kind of pussy. The man’s an idiot. 

A woman as beautiful as you begging to be fucked? He’s not a nice guy, but how could he not show pity?

Jungkook can only stand there and imagine how your plump lips would look wrapped around his dick. The thought of it has him twitching inside his boxers.

As if you are reading his mind, your sticky digits abandon your wet panties and you place them on his designer-covered crotch. A sharp hiss pushes through his clenched teeth, biting back a slew of insults that could imply that he’s angry. Not in the slightest, he was just shaken by the sensitivity.

Staring into the desperation lingering deep in your irises, Jungkook knows what you’re asking for. Your mouth is filled to the brim, but you’re still begging for more.

Jungkook isn’t a gentleman, but he’s mindful of his strength when he grips your hair, snatching you away from his gun. He should have been cautious of your teeth, but you won’t need them anyway for what you’re about to do.

“Hey!” He watches your swollen lips part as you suddenly take in a large breath of air. Your lungs struggle to accommodate the pressure, leaving you coughing and choking for several seconds. The sound nearly drowns out his voice. “Look at me, dollface!”

Jungkook stares into your watery blown-out eyes, holding an intense gaze to make sure you understand him clearly. He realizes then that he has a problem on his hands.

Sexy and obedient. Fuck.

"Doll, you can get up if you want. I just want my money-"

"Fuck my throat."

Jungkook almost shudders when he hears your sweet voice. The lust hidden within that raspy tone is intoxicating.

"What?" he asks.

He heard you, though. Jungkook never misses a beat, but he’s just—stunned.

Clearing your throat, you repeat your request without an ounce of shame.

"My throat. Shove it down my throat, please."

Please.

You didn't have to add that last part. He was already preparing to take his dick out.

"Well, shit," he curses. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

Jungkook quickly places his gun on the dresser behind him and unbuckles his belt. He steals glances at you waiting patiently on your knees—like a good little slut. 

It’s goddamn shame how you have him fidgeting like a virgin.

Once his pants are loosened enough to slip a hand in and pull down his boxers, his cock springs out and introduces itself. Your reaction leaves a prideful smirk spreading across his face. Whatever you were expecting he knows that has been exceeded.

"Bit off more than you can chew, huh?"

You appear to be offended by his assumption. At least that’s what your expression reads. "Not at all," you reply, straightening your posture to align with his midsection. "May I?"

With Jungkook’s permission, you make contact with his length by grasping it gently in your smooth hand. Your fingers wrap around his girth as your eyes size him up.

Stroking him lazily in your warm palm, you admire his protruding veins that run along his length. You pause at the reddened tip, tapping the pool of precum that has developed at his slit. Your tongue licks your lips as if you’re sitting before a feast.

He understands it’s probably been forever since you’ve been in the presence of someone his size, but he’s impatient. You’ll have to do this another time.

"Don't fuck around, alright? I still got a bullet with your name on it, dollface."

You heed his warning and move closer, determining the best method of swallowing him whole.

"Sorry," you say in a whisper.

Those manners of yours will take you places; if you play your cards right.

"It’s no sweat, beautiful. Just keep going."

It's probably the first time he's said something as sincere; but honestly, he's just trying to get gobbled up before he cums all over his freshly waxed floors. His men are probably wondering what the hell is taking so long. For all they know, you’re using his bathroom to clean yourself up from the bumpy ride you had in the trunk of their car.

Without warning, Jungkook’s dick is sucked into your heavenly mouth. The warm and wetness invite him in without hesitation, comforting his throbbing length like a compress. He struggles to maintain his composure.

He isn't sure if he should allow you to take over because he cannot move. He couldn’t thrust if he wanted to. He’s mentally and physically stuck. The way you're slurping him up…he might not even be able to walk after this.

"Easy," Jungkook warns, which causes you to raise an eyebrow.

Finally, a bit of cockiness breaks through the surface.

Jungkook has no choice but to pull himself together and find his bearings because he’d die before boosting your ego.

"Fine," he grunts. "I can play rough too."

His hands snake their way to the back of your head, granting him full control. Your dark eyes never tear away from his face as he harshly uses his grip to push your head into his swift thrusts. You start to gag and choke, dropping saliva all over his cock and the floor. Something that would usually piss him off—but tonight, he can’t find an ounce of care.

It's not like he has to clean it up.

"Goddamn. Who's training this throat, hm?" He buries himself in your throat, making your forehead collide with his pelvic area. "Can’t be your hubby?"

When he hears a gurgled moan, he pulls away and allows you to speak. Through labored pants, you huff out your response. It’s one he's sure you've never shared with your husband.

"I'll suck that bastard dry every night before I let him cum inside me."

Jungkook nods. "Smart woman."

However, your business has nothing to do with him. Right now, he needs your undivided attention.

"Come here," he demands.

Jungkook hopes you were able to take in a breath before he lets go of his self-control.

You two had a deal, and he will uphold his part as you are yours. You’ve complied and given him some of the best head he’s ever received. Now, it’s time for the real show.

It’s been a month since he loaned your spouse some money; it’s time to pay up. To remind him of that, he’ll send your husband some face shots of his beautiful wife.

Jungkook will get his payment—one way, or another.

"Fuck!"

His body tenses now that he’s hitting the back of your throat. No matter how deep he goes, you never run out of space. The sweat rolling down his face is ignored because he’s too focused on how good your mouth feels around him.

Your warmth has him hunched over and leaning on his toes, his mouth stuck in an O-shape as he comes dangerously close to release. As he moves in and out of your crevice, he catches a glimpse of your juicy cunt being filled with your fingers, your body squirming and seeking the same relief he's chasing.

Both of your moans fill the room as you reach the peak of your highs. Your eyes roll back as your body becomes stiff. Jungkook knows exactly what's going on with you, and as you're riding out the waves of your orgasm, he waits for the perfect moment to pull out and paint you with his seed.

The time comes when you're no longer able to control your breathing, and you're desperately looking for a source of air. It's not a second too soon because Jungkook cannot bear another deep dive into your wet hole.

He slips out and gives his boner a couple of quick strokes before ropes of his cum paint your pretty face. The sounds you make indicate just how pleased you are with the results of your messy blowjob.

���And messy it is indeed.

It's everywhere, but he kept his promise and didn't get any in your hair.

"Ready?" Jungkook asks, still trying to catch his breath.

"Yeah."

Jungkook pulls his phone out of his back pocket and finds his camera. He positions it directly in front of your face. Your exhausted eyes and fucked out expression brings him some amusement. A contrast of how he felt before meeting you. 

"Is my hair okay?" you ask him, and this time he actually has to chuckle.

Since you've made his night a little better, he does a quick job smoothing down flyaways and kinks. 

Honestly, he didn't have to because you already look hot. Your hair all messy with his load dumped all over your face. All while adorned in an expensive diamond necklace your husband bought you—probably with his money.

Before he gets angry, he instructs you to look at the camera.

You pose provocatively as he takes a few pictures, giving your best doe-eyed pout.  When he’s done, he finally guides you to the bathroom. He allows you to use his shower or whatever else you’d need to clean up. 

Jungkook then lets you know that you may take as long as you need to freshen up while he sits on the bed to make this official.

He searches his contacts for the correct number. A mischievous grin slowly forms on his face as he taps the latest images in his camera roll, sending his debtor a little message to stir the pot.

03:14 am Sent: img.788, img.789....

03:14 am Sent: at the crib fucking your bitch. bring my bread and i might give her back.

He's lying. You’re staying right here.

Or…you can join your husband, in the cozy six-foot bed his men dug up for him in the woods.

[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

♠️ What a day off of games with the aib males can look like. ♠️

A/N: Sorry, I've been absent for two days now, but for good reason. I wasn't feeling too well mentally and needed some time to myself because something happened that put me in quite a hole ... 🥲

Still, I've been thinking about what I could post here next, so I've prepared a few headcanons that define what I think a day off of games with the male characters might look like. 🙈

I hope that some of you are still around and will read through it. Feel free to let me know what you think about it or if you think any of them might have other interests! ✨

Characters: Aguni, Arisu, Chishiya, Karube & Niragi.

POV: gn!reader

Warnings: Not given.

A g u n i

It depends on what time we are in.

If the beach still exists, Aguni is often prevented from doing anything with you outside if he already occupies the number one spot.

You would have to live with the fact that you would hardly have any time just for the two of you, because someone from his troupe would always want something from him.

If he realises that this is bothering you - or he is annoyed by it himself - he will turn his boys away and say that they should leave him alone for the next 2 hours as far as possible because he has better things to do.

In general, no matter what time loop we are in, I would say that Aguni would adjust to your needs.

I have the following typical scenario in mind:

Nobody said it would be easy with you, but let's be honest: it's the Borderland, what excited yet relaxing things could you do here so far?

Aguni: "So there are no games waiting for us today. Any ideas what you want to do in our day off?"

Y/N: "Uhm ..."

Aguni: "Come on, you must have been in the mood for something."

Y/N: "Yeah, but I really don't know for what I am in the mood for ..."

If you really don't know what you want to do, he would give some suggestions.

Aguni: "We could go to the pool."

Y/N: "Too cloudy for my taste ..."

Aguni: "We can do some sports together."

Y/N: "Now your expectations are set far too high!"

Aguni: "What about fishing?"

Y/N: "Can't we just get some fresh air and go for a walk together?"

Aguni: "..."

Y/N: "..."

Aguni: "You knew very well what you wanted to do, didn't you?"

Y/N: "Without my lawyer, I won't say anything."

A r i s u

If you want to do something, then Arisu is definitely the right person.

The boy is always up for a lot of nonsense and fun activities.

This is probably also because he doesn't want to constantly think about the terrible circumstances that are happening here.

He has got used to life here, but living in constant fear doesn't get someone anywhere and only has a negative effect on oneself.

So, if he is being trapped in a world that could take his life sooner or later, he at least wants to live every day as if it were his last.

You will not regret spending time with him.

He comes up with the wildest ideas, starting with taking a closer look into the various broken buildings.

Of course, he would still be cautious of entering any places just like that- not that both of you suddenly find yourself in a game, because that's what you're trying to avoid today.

You still wouldn't be able to stop him.

Y/N: "A-Are you sure we should do this, Arisu?"

Arisu: "Nope, but you only live once, so let's check this building out- maybe we'll find some interesting things in here."

Y/N: "Would you define 'corpses' as interesting ...?"

Arisu: "Wow, you really managed to ruin my fun."

Investigating the building would include lots of laughter and piggybacks when your feet get tired from all the walking over ruins and debris.

Eventually you find out that this building was a former arcade.

You can definitely pass the time well there.

Arisu: "Would you like a game of billiards?"

Y/N: "I'm going to rip you off so bad, love."

C h i s h i y a

Listen, this boy is a damn lazy piece of shit.

When there aren't any duties don't expect him to do something special.

He has no problem putting his feet up for a day and literally doing nothing.

Feel honored if he spends his time with you at all.

No matter where you both would be, he would find ways to just doze off and relax while you - after all - lie in his arms and enjoy his closeness.

It's nice that he can do that, but you can't.

He would definitely be a great help to you.

Y/N: "We've been lying around here all day."

Chishiya: "Well realised."

Y/N: "I'm bored."

Chishiya: "Then do something."

Jokes on you, no, he wouldn't.

Making you pout is one of his favorite things to do.

Y/N: "But I wanna do something with you today since we have enough time finally."

Chishiya: "We do something, darling."

Y/N: "Idiot, that's not what I meant!"

How could he be bored if you let him get on your nerves so easily?

In contrast to you, he has something to laugh about and something to amuse himself with.

Nevertheless, he would at least agree to a compromise:

Damn, you love the nightlife.

Chishiya: "How about this? We'll use the time now to laze around and in the evening we'll take a look at the neighbourhood together and see which places are damned by games this time."

Y/N: "We don't take part in any games, our visas count enough days for us."

Chishiya: "Who said anything about taking part in a game?"

Y/N: "So, if I let you lounge around now, you will promise me to stay up late with me?"

Chishiya: "That's a deal."

K a r u b e

To me the funniest but most chaotic one.

During the day, at least.

I can well imagine that Karube and you had already planned the day ahead the evening before.

But what would life be like if everything went as planned?

The morning is pleasant. You wake up together and after a intense cuddle-round, you start your routine as usual.

Unfortunately, Karube realizes that he can't find something.

Something very important when it comes to following his routine.

In the end, it all comes down to searching your whole accommodation for his cigarettes.

Karube: "Honey, d'you know where my cigarettes are?"

Y/N: "I don't know where you put them yesterday after you got ready for bed."

I mean, when you do smoke yourself, they can be important for you too ...

If not, well, then you are a very nice and good person!

You can guess where this is going.

Y/N: "Did you found them?"

Karube: "I would have told you when that would be the case."

Y/N: "Sure you didn't throw the box away because you smoked you last one yesterday evening?"

Karube: "I know my pack of cigarettes inside out, there were at least three more in there."

You spend the whole forenoon looking for his damn cigarettes.

You turn the whole accommodation upside down.

Both of you look under every stone.

In every room.

Two times- minimum.

Now he remebers ...

Y/N: "Karube, forget it, you don't have any- ... Darling ...?

Karube: "What is it?"

Y/N: "What's that in your pants pocket ... at the back of your butt?"

Karube: "Uh-... Oh!"

Karube: "You found them! That's right, I put them straight in my jeans yesterday so I couldn't forge- hey!"

Y/N: "Yeah, I threw your boxer shorts at you!"

N i r a g i

Oh, my dearest reader-chan, please stay close to him no matter where he goes.

When he has nothing to do, he will go through the city streets looking for people to annoy.

He would look for trouble and find it- even if there's no reason for trouble, he'll just make it happen himself and find his reasons.

I don't know how, but at least you managed to stop him from taking his gun.

That's something you should be very proud of.

However, that doesn't stop him from doing anything and we know that.

So please. Stay. With. Him. Thank you!

In any case, you walk around the area together and check it out a little.

You'll talk about pretty trivial things every now and then, but that's still more pleasant than just talking to each other all the time.

When you meet someone, Niragi is ready to provoke them directly for no reason.

Thank god you had a firm hold on his hand or his arm so you could quickly drag him in another direction to avoid the innocent people.

Y/N: "Oh, look!"

Yes, you also like to pretend to see something that you would find interesting.

… In partially empty shop windows.

The nice thing is that he would still look to something you tell him to look at.

Niragi: "What the fuck should I look for?"

Y/N: "See the rocks there?"

Niragi: "You kidding me, right?"

There could actually be something interesting there.

Well, most of the times at least.

It's nearly impossible but who know?

He will touch his nose and look at you angrily- but not without laughing afterwards at your amiable stupidity.

Y/N: "OH, SEE WHAT I HAVE FOUND TH-"

Niragi: "What is it this time? Another boring and ugly stone you think it's fascinating?"

Y/N: "No ..."

Niragi: "Oh, what is it this time then?"

Y/N: "The tree there."

Damn, he loves you so much for what you are, he can't even be bothered.

[sapphic-kpop-fics]

yunjin nsfw alphabet??

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

Jen is a big kind softie we know this so she helps clean you up if needed and then cuddles you for hours.

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

Her legs and Her fingers, they have one thing in common: Long, need i explain

She’s a boob girl, change my mind. Oral fixation on your chest.

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

Loves tasting you more than anything and will eat for out for hours simply so she can taste you.

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

Wears your clothes when you’re apart and she has to touch herself to get off

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

Yes 100%

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Yunjin needs you to ride her every week for her mental health (her words)

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

This is the Huh Yunjin we’re talking about, the goofiest human alive, of course that translates into your sex life, nights in bed definitely involve a lot of giggling

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

Not fully shaved but well kept, girl dyes her hair every month of course it doesn’t match

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

The most romantic and loving human being ever, expect 100% romance

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She will if you’re apart from each other for too long but prefers having you, if she does she’ll usually call or text you during because she simply needs you in some form to finish.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She strikes me as the type to like choking you, like I said she likes her fingers especially wrapped around your neck. Also a praise kink, loves being told she’s fucking you good.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed so she can easily have her way with you but the shower is also a favorite of hers especially pressing your soapy body against the wall as she fucks you.

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

Literally just being in your presence and looking at you, anytime you’re around she’s immediately turned on. A lover girl for real. But especially when you compliment her and her talents.

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

Doesn’t want to hit you or hurt you too bad, maybe some spanking but anything on the face is off limits. Also anything you don’t want is something she doesn’t want.

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

Oh, god of pussy eating. Have you seen that face? Those lips? Incredible. Makes you finish is minutes. Gets pussy drunk often and eats you out for hours no matter how sensitive you are.

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

Usually fast and rough however she gets romantic and slow often making sure to switch things up.

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

Enjoys them when really horny at the wrong times or in between music shows but she likes to go 3 rounds minimum which isn’t very quick.

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

Will try anything you want to try but makes boundaries clear.

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

She can last a while usually though she has moments where she cums in minutes. Definitely has big stamina when it comes to rounds, as I said 3 minimum but sometimes she fucks you for 5+ hours.

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

Absolutely, a few probably. Specifically a strap (we all know my thoughts on strap Yunjin 🤤)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The biggest tease usually, unless she’s being intimate and romantic then she gives you whatever you want.

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

She strikes me as a not loud in a volume way but just talks a lot (girls a yapper we knew). Little sighs and moans are the most she makes when receiving along with heavy breathing.

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

Loves cockwarming (well strap warming but also when she’s wearing it, that is her dick for sure.)

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

As we can tell from pictures, legs/thighs are insane (a great place to ride), boobs….if I speak.

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

Very high. Will fuck you anytime you ask.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty quickly but makes sure you’re okay and taken care of first, cleaning you up and helping you put on some clothes before you both pass out.

[sulumuns-dootah]

NSFW Alphabet - Leviathan

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A/N: Sorry this took a long time. Been a busy and chaotic past month, but I'm working on things so hopefully they'll be ready to post soon. Also, Levi isn't exactly my favorite so I had hard time analyzing and accounting for all the lore we have so far.

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

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

If you had an intense encounter, you'd both need it, which is why he calls for his servants to come and care for the both of you. Otherwise, he doesn't mind to do some extra steps to get you comfortable.

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

Our nice piece of ass loves your neck. The loyalty noose would look amazing around it. Or maybe his hands?

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

I'd say his cum tastes like caviar. He's technically a fish too, after all. Definitely the king whose cum I'd enjoy the least. It's also not as opaque, but with a slight shimmer.

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

While he's having some me-time, sometimes he puts on a noose around his neck and orders himself to hang.

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

With how rarely he trusts anyone, I'd say he barely has any. He gets the gist, knows many positions, but hasn't tried out most of them.

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position, really. As long as you're strangling him hard enough, he doesn't care.

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

No jokes here. In fact, no jokes ever. Besides like some special circumstances.

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

Perfectly silky smooth like the rest of him. There's no room for imperfection.

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

If he's bedding you, you're already doing something right. I imagine him being super vulnerable figuratively as well as literally with the strangling and all.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

His main source of getting off. He can't even remember the last time he's slept with someone. Once you're in the picture, however, that immediately changes and his hands focus onto you.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Beside the obvious breath control and getting beat up, he also strikes me as the type that would be into voyeurism as in getting watched fucking someone.

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Public places are out of the question. The safety of his castle is the only place where he allows himself to get loose.

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

Jealousy, of course. But also public humiliation as long as he sees you as more than just his subject.

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

Share a partner. He'd get too jealous and possessive. Unless, of course, you tie him up as a punishment. HE would actually enjoy that.

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

Force him to go down on you and you'll have one of the best orgasms ever. In giving-head-contest he'd come close second (only beaten by the pussy devourer fly boy). While giving him head, he'd get super whiny and needy. Tease him and he'll lose his mind.

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

There's two ways Levi can go. Either he's downright lovemaking with you or the bedroom is a whole ass battlefield.

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

Actually, thinking about the location again... I wanted to say that why have quickies when you're at his castle and have all the time in the world, but thinking about it, If the need arises and you're not in his chambers, he would definitely use his coffin to have a quickie with his partner.

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

Depending on the risk. He wouldn't mind seeing how long you can hang from the noose, but wouldn't try and introduce lovecraftian horrors in the bedroom.

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

Leviathan's energy is stored in that juicy ass of his and boy, can he go for long time. The thing is, that he will, however, start complaining that he's tired and that you have to do the rest yourself.

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

Levi doesn't really strike me as the type to use toys. His imagination is enough for him. In my mind he's more old fashioned and all these different toys are just a riffraff for him. (Meaning he's too shy to buy some and would be afraid to get caught using them.)

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh this man *italian hand motion* loves to tease, but the moment you tease back you have no time to react before you're hanging from the ceiling.

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

Whimpers. This man whimpers and it's the best thing you've ever heard (besides Beel's purring). How loud, depends on the situation. If you're on the bottom, some might escape him. But if you're on top, oh boy, all the demons in the surrounding chambers know.

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

Actually, not a hc, but more of an analysis of his H scene that I really want to talk about? Okay, so Levi makes it really obvious that he wants to be beaten and straight up just abused. This just screams to me a trauma response, which is extremely sad to me. The amount of abuse he had to endure to the point where his mind equates it to pleasure just so he doesn't go bonkers?

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

Once again, if you have the Erolabs version, you're lucky to see his sausage in the game itself. I personally agree with the ingame depiction of Levi's dick (unlike certain pierced someone's).

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

Actually, piggybacking off the wild card analysis, I think Levi can go anytime all the time. One of trauma responses tends to be hypersexuality (but I'm not a professional psychologist, so don't take my word for it). We even know about it from the Halloween event where Minhyeok says that Levi looks like he's in the mood despite fighting off angels.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not really a sleep I'd say, but he wouldn't mind snuggling up after some exhausting workout. Just don't get too used to it since he's too busy.

[lu-zijing]

BSD CHAPTER 119

There are many- mANY Things to discuss, cry, despair, and glee about. T.T. ✨✨✨✨ But I will mention this one thing now.

Have you considered we've never seen Fyodor wear an expression like this before?

THE A N G E R IN HIS EYES...!!! It feels genuine and then again it's so damn hard to tell with a character like Fyodor.

But no matter what, it hit damn harder than I expected..... Makes me wonder even more what's behind this whole thing about Atsushi being a "bookmark" ?

And just how important it must be for Fyodor. But.. in what way？

One of my first thoughts of it, was it being a reference to a main character. Think about it, wherever the bookmark is placed, that is where the "present" is. For the reader that is. That is us. And the main character will usually always be where the bookmark is, where the story goes on.

Not that that's it but it's a great comparison in my mind.

Moving on.. Fyodor may have started out by saying:

”You are... Its "BOOKMARK"”

But later he calls Atsushi “He who HOUSES the "BOOKMARK"“, not THE Bookmark:

And then he even says afterward that the "Bookmark" DWELLS WITHIN Atsushi, basically just saying it twice in two different ways, and therefore making it even more clear that Atsushi isn't directly the bookmark himself:

He specifically refers to the TIGER, the Abhorrent, Noble, Glistening Tiger to quote him correctly. Which dwells within Atsushi. Obviously referring to his skill. So assuming it's the skill, it isn't weird either he would just say that Atsushi IS the"BOOKMARK".

Atsushi himself said in Dead Apple, when he finally accepted his skill, that his skill IS him, it is not something someone can take away from him. He said something along the lines of:

"That's not a skill! That's me..!"

(( Yes, yes, I know it was literally taken out in Dead Apple without him dying. even if it only was for a short while, but so can some of your organs, and no one would argue your organs aren't.. YOU. Just because they can be cut out without you dying. It's a quite great example actually. Even if you can live without some organs, there could be after-effects depending on what organ we're discussing, maybe there's something you wouldn't be able to do? Just like if you lost your skill.

So even if it's T H E S K I L L, which is this so-called "bookmark" Atsushi is also special. Because the skill is him.

Not to forget, all this relates to the fact that his claws can cut through any ability, which Fyodor directly mentions in this chapter, concerning Atsushi being the "bookmark".

And in fact, Fyodor kinda mentions the thing about Atsushi AND the Tiger being special. Directly saying to Atsushi:

”You... and the Tiger are Special.“

Here's a chronological order of all the times Fyodor refers to Atsushi as the "Bookmark".

How he first said, "You and the Tiger", then just "You are..." And then the rest is straight up just him confirming that it is something within Atsushi, and how he only has an interest in that, and none in Atsushi himself:

Even though Atsushi and the Tiger come in a set, Fyodor only wants the Tiger.

The thing bothering me is this last panel. Even if it isn't Atsushi he needs, but the Tiger, wouldn't that also disappear if Atsushi died??

What in the multiverse do you mean you only need his head, Fyodor!!!?

Could it be the skill survives even when the skill user dies? Like the example with the organs, except it also works the other way around with skills?

Might depend on the skill I imagine.. Like the example with Tatsuhiko Shibusawa ? His skill survived even after he died. But then again, his skill specifically made it possible to split skills from skill users.

But even back then, there was something going on with Fyodor.. The whole thing about his skill being the only one not attacking him.

.. Now when I think about it, Fyodor would indeed know all about that, wouldn't he?

Hmmmmm—

[star-writes4]

Charles Leclerc NSFW alphabet

*nsfw undercut*

a/n: english isn't my first language so this might be shit

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

He thinks that aftercare is very important. He would cuddle with you till you fall asleep and just after that he would move a little it and go t sleep too.

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

You cannot tell me that he doesn't love his hands. He can do anything he wants with them, from making (trying) to make you food to pleasuring.

I feel like Charles has a thing for boobs, he loves holding them, kissing them and sleeping on them. No matter how big they are he loves them.

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

At the start of the relationship I feel like he wouldn't like to make a big mess but after you start to get a little more comfortable with each other he would cum on your boobs, your stomach basically everywhere. He would take it and spread it on your face, in your mouth.

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

He loves it when people know that you guys had sex. Would leave hickeys all over your body, making sure that you won't cover them and that everyone sees them.

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

This man is very experienced. He knows exactly what to do to make you feel good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves looking at your face and your boobs, he can also touch you, use his hands for anything.

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

He is neutral. He would throw a joke then and there but he knows when to be serious.

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

He is trimmed, doesn't feel comfortable if he has a jungle down there.

He would prefer if you at least shave, I feel that he doesn't like it if his partner has a lot of hair down hair.

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

He is very romantic, not only when it comes to sex but at other stuff to. After a hot night he would bring you breakfast in bed and other cute stuff like this.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If you aren't with him during a race week and Ferrari fucks his strategy he will call you and will jerk off to your voice.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves watching you undress. That's one of his guilty pleasures, making you give him a strip show. He also like teasing you and overstimulating you. Also loves holding your hands above your head.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Would prefer to do it in your own house but if he is very horny would do it anywhere.

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

When you wear a V-neck. He loves watching your boobs. Also if he gives you love bites they will be more visible.

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

BDSM or stuff like that. He would never hurt you even if you ask him, he would occasionally slap your ass or lightly choke you but would never hurt badly. Not only if it includes blood but he would never hit you with his belt or stuff like that.

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

He loves it when you give him head. He would either cum in your mouth or on your face (depends if you can clean yourself or not). He also loves when you choke on his cock. He would push your head, making you drool all over him.

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

Depends on his mood. Usually he is fast (but not rough), he would make sure that you are alright with everything that he does.

If he is mad he would be fast and rough

If you guys have sex after a date he wouldn't fuck you, he would make love to you. He would make sure that you feel very good.

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

He doesn't really likes quickies, but if he is very horny before a race he wouldn't mind it.

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

He is the type of person that always uses protection or makes sure that you are on birth control, if you hare on birth control or from some reason you can't get pregnant he would definitely finish inside of you and makes sure that his cum isn't leaking out.

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

This man has so much stamina, he can last for 10.000 rounds without a break.

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

He doesn't own any toys but if you do (or if he buys them himself for you) he would tease you so much with them. This man loves teasing so it's perfect for him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As I said, he loves teasing. He would do it for hours and after you are a crying mess and after some begging he would finally fuck you.

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

He isn't very loud but quiet either. He prefers to hear the sounds that you make, not caring for anything other than that.

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

Jealous sex. One of his friend flirts with you, you talk about your celebrity crush, doesn't matter.

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

I think we all saw the picture with him holding baby Ciara. This man doesn't only have big dick energy, he actually has a big dick.

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

He would have sex with you any moment anywhere.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits for you to fall asleep first, then he will slowly start drifting to sleep too, after making sure that you are actually sleeping and that you are comfortable.

[clarkeyhill]

☹️Thinking of you| George Clarke (sad) TW mentions of mental illness, su!c!de, therapy

[ You and George were best friends, had been since being children, although you knew eachother inside and out, there was always things George didn't know about you, how sad you were and how unable to cope with your emotions had you feeling, until one Tuesday morning when he stumbled upon a letter you left]

M o n d a y: 9am.

You wandered around your flat, a feeling of melancholy rose over you as your mental health had taken a dip recently, being unable to enjoy the things you normally would. Your phone buzzes, it's a text from George.

G:"Hey, we're having a games night at the flat if you're not busy, the lads asked if you wanted to join? x"

Y/n: "hey, what time? I'm a bit down so I could use a pick me up x"

G: "4pm, but I can come and see you beforehand? We can go shopping or grab a bite if you wanna escape your mind for a little while? x"

Y/n "I would love that geo, is 12pm okay? I wouldn't mind a stroll to some shops, only if you're not busy? x"

G: "my days free, even if it wasn't I'd make time, see you at yours for 12 x"

Y/n "🤍"

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And with that your mood slowly lifted, although you knew after you go home tonight it would just plummet again, you suffered a while with low moods and just can't seem to escape the feeling of the world being better without you. A lingering feeling of annoyance to those around you and being a burden. You're in therapy 3 days a week to try and conquer your mind, nothing seems to help. You decide to try a make yourself feel better by looking better, you throw on some flare ripped jeans with an oversized hoodie over the top, your hair tried back into a claw clip as you apply minimal makeup, just enough to cover the black circles around your face.

The door knocks as you open it to reveal a smiley George who immediately embraces you into a hug, making you stumble from the force. "Nearly had me on my arse then geo, you that excited to see me?" You chuckle for the first time in weeks, George always seems to make you more happier every time you see him.

"Why wouldn't I be excited to see my bestie?" He says pulling away and ruffling your hair "where we off first?" He asks looking at you with content "I was thinking we could grab a bite first and then go explore? I don't have many places in my specifically" you say with a smile "okay, sounds good, I have one shop i definitely want to go to" he says with a mischievous smile "oh yeah where's that?" You ask "it's a surprise, now come on!" He says holding out his hand.

You both make your way to a quiet coffee shop on the main stretch of London and order a coffee, you know George wants to talk about how you're feeling. As he nurses his cup in anxiousness, "so, what's been going on lately? Why the need of a pick me up" he says taking a sip of his latte, you sigh as you know as a part of your therapy you must speak to people "I just feel so, unimportant to the world at the minute geo, my life seems very, I don't know, pointless I guess" you say unable to look at him, his face whitens as your words "y/n, you know deep down that's not true, you're important to a lot of people and your life is just starting to work out" he says with a reassuring tone "I know, but I just feel, stuck. Like if I wasn't here it wouldn't be much of a difference to the universe and it sort of settles me, I know it's not what you want to hear" you say with a sad expression, George's face turns even whiter "I need you here, me and the boys need you here, we all love you, has there been thoughts crossing your mind that I should know about?" You hesitate as his words, unable to pronounce them to him without your heart shattering, you mumble "there has been, but I'm trying to work through it" George's eyes become glassy, his palms sweaty as he hovers his hand over yours. "I need you to stay y/n, please don't leave, talk to me for gods sake, I would literally move heaven and earth for you if it means I can ease your pain" he says a tears dropping for his sad eyes, your eyes become raw "I know geo, I'm just tired of suffering right now and it just seems the only way-" George interrupts you "no!" His voice now cracking as he speaks sternly your eyes widen "George please don't make this a big deal" you say lowering your head "a big deal?! You're telling me you feel like the world would be better without you and you want me to act calm? You're my best friend! And I care!" Unable to match his gaze your head hangs in guilt, trying to fathom how to respond to your pleading best friend in hopes he would help you rethink your feelings towards yourself. "I'm sorry" you say, George sighs "you don't need to be sorry, I just want to help" he says looking at you with doe eyes "let me try and help" he advises.

You finish your coffees after a heated conversation, you feel strange and awkward around him, you've never felt like this before "I'm going to take you to the shop I wanted to, okay?" He says wrapping an arm around your shoulder "okay" you say softly, you both walk towards a familiar shop you've seen before on passing. It was a jellycat store, something you've always dreamed of visiting ever since you moved to London. Your face lights up in joy "the jellycat store!" You say looking at him, he smiles down at you "pick as many as you want" he says looking at you like you were a kid in a candy store. You hover round the store hoping to find the one you wanted, it was a small but sentimental plush for you, it was the pickle jelly cat, you see it poking out of the shelf as you hurry over to it "this one!" You say holding it up to show George "a pickle?" He says chuckling "yes! isn't he cute?" You say smiling, "yeah he is a little cute I must admit" George laughs "I want this one please" you ask "no more?" George says furrowing his brows "nope, just this little pickle" you say toodling over to the counter, George pays for the plush as they place it into the bag.

"You happy?" He says looking at you "yeah! Thanks geo" you say hugging him tightly, you held the hug for longer than normal, a feeling of warmth wraps your body as if you've never been hugged before, George doesn't let go until you do. "You're welcome" he smiles. You both walk round London for a little while, talking and catching up. George checks his watch "it's 3pm we should head back to the flat, the boys will be coming round soon" he says, you look at him with a pouting lip, enjoying the hustle and bustle of London. "Okay" you say shuffling along the pavement.

You arrive at the flat and George makes you a drink, awaiting the boys to turn up from filming. "I hope today's made you feel a little bit better" he says "it has geo, Thankyou. It'll be a long way before I'm back to my normal self but I think I'll get there with you by my side" you say, but the lingering thought of leaving still sits in your mind, although you were happy in this moment. You still weren't going to be happy forever, a sudden wave of guilt washes over you not wanting to hurt George with your actions or words. The boys walk in as they all embrace you for a hug "we're glad you could come" Chris says smiling at you "yeah me too!" You say back to him, you start off by playing monopoly, making your way through most of the games in the world you decide at 9pm to call it a night "I'm going to go home guys, I'm a little tired" George looks at you worried "you can stay here, in my bed, don't go yet!" He says, urging you to stay as he was worried about your feelings "thanks geo, but I prefer my own home comforts, bye guys" you say waving, George rises from his seat as he walks you over to the door "please don't go, I'm worried about you" he says "I'll be okay geo" you plant a kiss on his cheek "love you" you say walking away as tears form in your eyes, you felt wrong to tell him you'd be okay, you knew you wouldn't be. You clutch the jelly cat he bought you as you get into the lift.

You arrive home to your full, lifeless flat almost resembling yourself in its entirety you toss your keys on the side, not locking your door. You place the plus on your dinner table as you sit down with a notepad. Your eyes form the title reads.

"To Geo, this is everything I didn't say to you"

You start listing all the things you loved about him, the way he made you laugh, the way he lit up every room, the memories you shared, the love you had for him as you sign off the note

"Sorry I couldn't have stayed longer to watch your wings blossom more, instead mine needed to grow, I'll watch you forever and always and protect you for as long as I can, Thankyou for being my platonic soulmate in this life and hopefully the next, I love you more than I could've ever expressed in my whole time of knowing you, keep being amazing and filling those rooms with joy, I love you Geo x"

You take yourself to bed and release yourself from all your suffering, your flat still lifeless as you wallow in it. The door still left unlocked and your jellycat perched on the mantelpiece with the note beside it.

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T u e s d a y : 11am

Your phone rings multiple times, George is calling you, multiple messages appear on your phone

G - good morning pretty x

You not awake yet?x

Y/n?

Hello?

I'm worried, call me

Please answer me

Your flat remains full, yet empty with your presence missing, George tries to call again with no answer. he begins to panic, calling the police to do a welfare check on you, they arrive busting down your door to discover you laid in bed, peaceful with no emotion. George is not far behind them as they deny him access

"Where is she!" He shouts at your door "I need to know she's okay" he bellows ones more, the police officers tell him that unfortunately you were physically here, but your presence wasn't. He falls to his knees in devastation " I knew I shouldn't have let her leave my flat last night!" He sobs, the officers comfort him as the coroner's arrive at your flat, George sees the jellycat perched on your mantle piece as he breaks past the officer to grab it, the note beside it. He clutches the paper as his tears drop to the floor. He opens the page as he starts to read the note you left, he sobs once more as he cuddles the plush he got for you less than 24hours before, it still smelled like you. The officers make George leave as they take you out of the flat, his body turns to jelly as he looks away, not wanting to picture you anymore than a happy bubbly girl who he loved dearly.

He goes back to his flat, as he calls the boys to come over, he opens his door to the with puffy eyes as he bursts into tears "she's gone, she's really gone" he says clutching the plush "who?" They all ask in unison, "y/n, she's gone" they all look confused "gone where?" They all say "she-she's passed away" he says, they boys all rally round him to comfort him as they come to terms with the news together. George decides to post into his insta to signal a break from posting.

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Georgeclarkeey: if only you knew how loved you were, I'm sorry I couldn't take away your pain, you will forever be my best friend and I will miss you forever more, I'll make sure I live my life 10x more so you live through me, my platonic soulmate in this universe and any other always, your geo x (I am taking a break for a while)

Chrismd10: ❤️‍🩹

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Arthurtv: ❤️‍🩹

Italianbach:❤️‍🩹

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If anyone of you are struggling please reach out to a mental health team or helpline, there's is many out there. Don't suffer alone ❤️

(I'm sorry this is deep but I have been feeling pretty much the same and I wanted to express it into writing)

[louellaby]

FORGET-ME-NOT

REPLACED!MC AU

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W A R N I N G

May contain bad grammar, limited vocabulary, and OOC characters. Please mind that English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of courage for me to post due to my anxiety and paranoia.

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taglist: @books-and-catears @owl778 @yourlocalgrass @kaiserkisser @hhurric4ne @amberheavendremurr

PROLOGUE | CHAPTER I | CHAPTER II | CHAPTER III | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER IV | CHAPTER V | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER VI | CHAPTER VII | CHAPTER VIII | CHAPTER IX | CHAPTER X | LOUE'S LETTER | EPILOGUE

C H A P T E R V I I I

「 A Surprise Waiting To Happen 」

"Are you sure about this, MC?"

"Yes... Yes, I am. I want to leave the Devildom... but... if I— if I ever want to come back, am I allowed to?"

"Of course! You're always welcome in the Devildom. This is your home, too, after all."

"Thank you... This is goodbye then...?"

"Yes... Goodbye, our dear MC."

"WHAT?! Whaddya mean MC's gone?! How could they just leave the Devildom without sayin' a word to us?!"

"Calm down, Mammon."

"How can ya say that, Lucifer?! How are ya not affected by this!?"

"Of course I am, but shouting, panicking and running around the room won't bring MC back, now would it?"

Mammon clicked his tongue in annoyance, stopping his frenzied marching and going back to sit down on his seat next to his older brother.

The whole group was gathered in the student council room, having a meeting arranged by Diavolo himself. The prince told everyone about MC's decision and wanted to discuss their current and future position in the Devildom.

"Of course they're keeping their titles! We're bringing them back here and making sure they stay forever!"

Everyone seemed to be in agreement, except for one human who looked extremely bothered by everyone's suggestion. Deciding to speak up after a bit of a hesitation, Soley raised her hand in protest. This caught everyone's attention immediately.

"Yes, Soley?" Diavolo wondered.

"Are you all sure this is what MC wants?" Everyone looked at each other, listening to what she had to say. "What if they don't want to come back? What if they wanted to leave this place because they weren't happy here anymore? Wouldn't it be selfish of us to bring them back to the place that makes them sad?"

Luke's sniffles could be heard no matter how hard he tried to keep them in. As he held onto Simeon's cape, steadying his breathing, he eyed Soley. He managed to speak up clearly despite his body's reaction to the upsetting news. "But.. this is MC's home, too... The Devildom isn't all that great without MC here..."

His guardian raised his hand and placed it on the boy's head, softly patting his hair. Once he, too, looked at Soley, he saw the fuming expression hiding behind her sad one that was directed at the little angel. He thought that maybe he was just imagining it. But if he wasn't, then he would have more problems with her than he already had.

"Oh, Luke, we can't force MC to stay somewhere they want to get away from," the human responded, hugging her arms and hanging her head. "I want MC to be here with us, too... They were my first friend here, and they made me feel like I was safe... but their happiness goes above everything else, right? MC deserves all the happiness in all three worlds."

The whole room fell silent as each and every single one of them looked to the floor, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. Except for one person.

Soley subtlety let her eyes dance from figure to figure, studying the expressions on their faces. An ocean of envy was bubbling up within her chest as she watched the boys all look sullen just because of the situation they brought upon themselves. She herself also looked down a minute later, but not because she was sad. Not at all. In fact, she was smiling. The thought of MC out of her way was bringing her joy, and she could barely contain her excitement. But because she was with the group, she knew she had to keep her act together.

Soley was in her room back at the House of Lamentation. The meeting had already ended, and they were all sent home. Soley watched as the brothers returned to their own rooms without saying a single word to one another.

As she lay in bed, she remembered something she witnessed at the ball. That night, she exited the castle for some fresh air. She was getting fed up with the brothers' attention and excessive clinginess that she had had enough and slipped away for a while when she was sure MC wasn't anywhere near them. But the moment she reached the far end of the castle's garden, she saw something that infuriated her more.

There was MC on a picnic blanket, next to the beautiful lake, holding Cassiel's hand, and a happy smile on their face. She wanted to stomp her way towards the two, but if she did, then her act would fall apart. She restrained herself from going near the two of them and eavesdropping on their conversation. Instead, she went back to the castle and planned to confront MC to see what they had to say.

'I can't believe they lied to me. I never would've thought they were capable of doing so. ...Maybe they were lying about not knowing where Solomon was before, too.'

'But it's not like I can ask them about it now since...'

The thought returned to her mind. MC was finally gone. And that brought a huge grin back to her face.

'Who knew those boys were so easy to catch? I barely had to do anything, and they already took my bait. Foolish demons.'

'Now all I have to do is make sure the thirteen of them forget who MC even is.'

Many months passed, and Soley was living well in the Devildom. After MC had left, she had to work hard to keep the bright spotlight on her. Especially since the group from Purgatory Hall still hasn't accepted her no matter how much she tried to spend time with them.

One evening, as she just got home by herself, she stomped her way through the halls of the mansion in search of the seven brothers.

'How dare they not wait for me at RAD and escort me home?! Those little—'

The young lady thought and thought until she stopped in her tracks the moment she heard whispering voices coming from the dining room. She wanted to burst through the closed doors until she heard them mention her name.

She overheard what they were talking about.

'They're planning a surprise party for me?! Those demons?! How wonderful! ...How... wonderful...'

Soley quietly leaves the scene, head filled with thoughts she never expected would come, but there they were.

'Right... My birthday is coming up soon... I should be happy that I'm finally securing a place here in the Devildom even just for a little while until I get back home, but... I just wish that— that he would be there to celebrate with me...'

'Maybe if I ask Lord Diavolo to bring him here, maybe they would do it? After all, it would be for my birthday, so they should do as I ask, right? But the brothers are planning a surprise party, so it's not like I can be straightforward and ask them to invite him too....'

'Well, I'll just have another party when I get back home. He'll definitely come to attend then. For now, it's time to celebrate.'

「 CHAPTER VII | CHAPTER IX 」

[aboutcustardcreams]

If love is a sin, my stake is already burning

[ z. s & c. g ]

a/n: I’m ridiculously verbose, I’m sorry. This chapter mainly focuses on Cordelia and Zelda, and got carried away, meaning that, no, this is not the end. 😅 hope you guys don’t mind.

Part 2 here

Zelda's lashes flutter lazily, as she takes a long sigh. Her mind, for some reason, can't really focus on the things she is supposed to do. She can't help herself but think about the things she said to you and the way you stormed out the house, without a proper bye as you normally do. Zelda didn't mean to sound harsh in your regards; however, when it's about protecting those she loves, she knows she can be fierce, a thorn in the side for some. Her sister Hilda surely knew something about that, considering all the time she had been killed by her on a whim.

When the phone rings, she is glad to give her mind a break, "Academy of Unseen Arts, this is Directrix Zelda Spellman", she greets, while absently playing with the chord, "How may I assist you?"

"I actually know a couple of ways."

Zelda recognizes the Supreme's voice on the other end of the line and her posture relaxes, "Missing me already?" a lopsided grin rapidly finds her way through her perfectly red lips.

Cordelia hums positively, while leaning against the wall behind her, then adds, "I'm calling for our common matter," she trails off, her eyes firmly settled on you, as you sleep soundly in her bed. Memories of what happened earlier at the greenhouse cause her to suck in a breath, that doesn't go unnoticed by the headmistress of the Academy of Unseen Arts.

"Celeste," Zelda mutters under her breath, hoping nothing bad has happened to you in her absence. However, there's a little voice inside her head telling her exactly the opposite.

Cordelia hums again, "I'm afraid so."

Zelda merely rolls her eyes, "What has she done now?"

Her eyes burn with mixed feelings, as a whirlwind of thoughts, as per usual, make her focus on the worst-case scenarios.

Cordelia giggles softly, she can easily imagine the daggers that Zelda is throwing at whatever is in front of her, "No drama, so to speak," she promises, however, there is indeed something to talk about, "She passed out from exhaustion before."

Zelda's eyes fall close for a second. She huffs quietly, before a bitter smile comes gracing upon her now tense features, "That witch," she drawls out in an exasperated tone. Even if she sounds mad at you, she is first of all mad at herself. First instinct for a witch like Zelda is to blame herself, for not having been suasive enough to convince Celeste to stay home that day.  

"You were right to worry", Cordelia adds, nervously racking her fingertips through her hair, "But she is fine now, all she needs is proper rest for a while."

"It’s incredible how exhausting it is to be right all the time," she speaks, Zelda grabs herself a cigarette, before placing it between her lips with shaky fingers.

She hears Cordelia giggle at her admission, before muttering a sarcastic, "Oh, I wouldn't know about that."

With the help of her magic, she lights it up and gives a long drag, before speaking again, "She better listen to me this time or else," she argues, making it clear that this time there wouldn't have been no room for pushback, "Where is she now? Let me speak to her."

"I'm afraid this isn't a good moment. She is sleeping like an infant," a warm, amused smile tugs at the Supreme's lips, "I gave her a magic serum to help with that."

Zelda nods slowly, her mind, though, races to make a plan to cover your classes at the Academy for at least the upcoming week. Along with that, she knows she can't stay in Greendale whereas you're in New Orleans, the desire to see you and be close to you, despite Cordelia assuring her you were fine, was too strong to avoid.

"Is she hurt in any way?", her voice comes out both husky and low.

The Supreme's gaze softens, recognizing concern in Zelda's voice, "Anything that a good rest can't fix," she approaches close to you, eyes brimming as much as Zelda's. "Probably only her pride is wounded," she jokes, hoping to elicit a giggle out of Zelda.

The redhead hums, a brief smile tugs at her lips. It's sincere, however, she still can't completely relax, considering she hasn’t seen you yet.

"She'd do and say anything not to admit she needs help."

Cordelia's eyes glimmer with mischievousness, "that actually reminds me of someone I know," she teases playfully.

Zelda scoffs, "Shut it now, Cordelia," something flickers across the redhead's face. An emotion, more than an annoyance. She had grown fond of the Supreme around the same time as you did, while joining forces against Michael, Lucifer's illegitimate child. She thought of it as a mere crush at first, it wasn't strange for witches, especially those of the Church of Night, to feel lust and lasciviousness inside, however, having known you for longer had made a difference in her way of thinking. She came to understand that what she felt wasn't a simple physical attraction, but a deeper connection that she knew existed between the two of you too.

"She is a tough one, just like you, and once she sets her mind on something, it's set for good," Cordelia speaks again, pulling her out of her own thoughts.

The Directrix inhales a long drag of cigarette and resettles more comfortably into her chair, "Just like my sweet Sabrina," her voice is filled with emotion and longing as she mutters her name. Cordelia smiles sadly. A crease forms in between her brows, having heard of the tragedy that befell on the Spellmans' family.

"You'd be surprised to know how hard has become for me to tell her no."

Cordelia arches an eyebrow at that, "What are you talking about? You always say no to Celeste, she just doesn't listen to you," she remarks amusedly.

Zelda has to hide a smile while flicking ash off of her cigarette into a chinaware, "She needs to listen more and talk less."

"She wouldn't be our Celeste then, would she?", the Supreme points out, with a grin.

"I guess you're right," Zelda replies, as she moistens her lips with her tongue.

You hum in your sleep, lightly furrowing your eyebrows. A moment of silence follows, the Supreme almost holds her breath to not disturb your so needed sleep, "I think she gets occasional headaches still," she hums, crinkling her nose in thought. Zelda puts away her cigarette, feeling her anxiety boiling up once again, "What do you mean? I thought she was sleeping," she retorts, with a frown.

"She is," she mutters softly, gently stroking your forehead with her fingertips. You're warm, but you don't have a fever, "I know a spell that can help with that," Zelda pauses, biting her bottom lip, "Go ahead, I'll join you from here to make it more effective."

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The two witches mutter the incantation for three times in a row, and praise Lilith, it quickly does its job. Your features relax once again, and your cheeks regain some color once again.

A smile of relief graces upon Cordelia's face, "Much better now," she coos, gently tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.

Zelda opens her mouth to respond, but the Supreme precedes her, "Love, there's something else I need to tell you."

A crease appears on the elder's forehead, "What is it?"

"I...", Cordelia's lips stir in a thin line, as she masters the courage to confess to Zelda what she has done. That being only one part of the big news in store for her. "I'd like to talk to you in person, if you don't mind, " and before Zelda can question her more, she continues, "It's not necessarily a bad thing, so don't worry."

"You know today is becoming quite a challenge not to," she huffs sarcastically, causing Cordelia to chuckle. "You're right, but it will get better as the day progresses, I'm sure of it," she admits. She combs her fingers into your hair, a soft loving expression gracing upon her features as she looks at you, clinging to her sheets. She couldn't wait to lay herself in that same bed and inhaling your scent, that would have lulled her to sleep. Her cheeks turned crimson at the thought.

"Zelds?"

"Yes, dear?"

Cordelia breathes in and out slowly, "I love her," she confesses, in a faint whisper. Her eyes well up with tears, burning drops that she yet has to shed. Zelda nods softly, she knew that about Cordelia already. They had talked about it, about being both attracted to you, along with being attracted to one another. However, they yet had to confess it to you.

 "I know, darling," she coos.

Cordelia swallows back the lump forming in her throat.

"I just love her so much," she continues, "I think...", she stutters, "she deserves to know. We need to tell her," a certain urgency fills her voice as she speaks. Maybe it had been the fear of seeing you pass out in her arms to make her speak that way, or maybe the desire to have you in her arms whatever she felt like it. Zelda couldn't know. However, she could relate. She wanted the exact same thing, but she was also afraid of a possible rejection. A single tear slides down her cheek, but she quickly wipes it with the back of her hand.

"We shouldn't act impulsively."

"No," Cordelia gritters out, "However, I feel this is the right time," she eyes you carefully, as a new determination rises through her.

"I'm texting my sister Hilda as we speak. I'll be there in a few. Wait for me, before... doing anything."

"I promise," the Supreme nods quietly at that. She immediately feels a wave of relief wash over her. Honestly it would have terrified her to confess her feelings without the other witch present by her side.

After a small pause, Zelda adds in a husk tone, "You know I feel the same, don't you?"

Cordelia's smile grows ear to ear, "I know, silly."

Zelda rolls her eyes at the pet name the Supreme has just used. However, it makes her smile, because it feels personal, filled with an affection that her heart seeks on a daily basis.

"Hilda will be here shortly," she later informs Cordelia, "I'll teleport in your room if it's okay with you."

Cordelia playfully rolls her eyes at the sudden formality performed by Zelda and a huff escape from her lips, "Just hurry up, please."

The Directrix of the Academy of Unseen Arts tries to hide the content smile that has just appeared on her face. Humming softly, she seals the promise with a whispered "I will", then, she ends the call.

 

"Can I get you something? A calming tea to help you soothe your nerves?"

Zelda finds herself scoffing slightly, as per usual she takes that offering, not for what it is, a simple nice gesture, but as a subtle way to address to her fragile frame of mind, "My nerves are perfectly fine, however, I can't say the same about yours."

"Yeah, right— I'm sorry," slightly shaking her head, the Supreme lets out a sigh, "She just scared me."

"I can imagine," Zelda hums in thought. The two witches fade into silence for a while, "It must have not been pleasant," she later adds, as she reconsiders Cordelia's offer, regarding the tea.

"Not in the slightest, no," she adds, slowly.

Zelda can feel the tension lingering in the air. Her eyes settle on you for a moment, before looking back at the Supreme, whose mind appears to be elsewhere. Something gnaws at her chest, something she can't quite place yet.

"Cordelia," she starts with a low tone, "I'm here with both of you. And everything is okay, just how you told me on the phone."

Cordelia nods, offering her a brief glance.

"What did you give her?", she clasps one of the Supreme's hands in the hope to give her some comfort.

"Essence of mauve, natural herbs and a little magic. The potion is meant to make the person sleep for as long as the body needs."

"It's gonna take a while then," Zelda teases with a coy smile, making the blonde witch chuckle, "Cordelia, she can't do this anymore. It's unhealthy," she later adds in a more serious tone.

The Supreme knew this conversation had to be done and she also knew that the Directrix had all the rights to think of it that way. Her eyes flash with both hurt and disappointment. The possibility of not having you around for a while caused a deep pain to take root inside her chest.

"I thought it would work; I really did. Transmutation alone seizes a lot of energy and covering a distance like this — is like asking a toddler to go perform an exorcism. It's too much."

Cordelia's mouth goes dry, "I know, Zelda. I'm aware of that," her hand slip out of Zelda's grasp, as she takes small steps towards you once again. The redhead follows right up and takes a seat at the end of the mattress right next to Cordelia who's still standing next to you. "And I'm so sorry I didn't notice before. I should have never suggested this in the first place," guilt gnaws at her chest as she speaks.

Zelda sighs softly, "We both know why you did that, and why I allowed it," she prompts the younger with to sit next to her with a flick of her finger.

"As if she needed your permission," Cordelia playfully rolls her eyes and obliges, "Not everything is about you, Zelda."

"Oh but it is," she retorts with a smug smile, "It also is. And I'm sure you agree with me, don't you?", she gently pushes a strand of hair from her face, making the Supreme's cheeks turn crimson.

"She has a soft spot for you," the Supreme's lips quirk upwards.

"And for you," Zelda adds, "You should have seen her this morning, so determined to come to you despite feeling unwell," the smile on Cordelia's face fades and turns into a frown.

"I've something else to tell you," Cordelia directs her gaze towards you slowly. Her hand reaches out to touch your arm, who's hidden under the bedsheets.

"You seem concerned," Zelda states bluntly.

"I did something I'm not quite fond of," her voice wavers a bit on the last word, "Celeste wouldn't tell me what was happening to her. I sat and watched her hands tremble, her gaze going blank," she sucks in a shaky breath, her heart clenching in her chest.

Panic begins to rise in Zelda's chest.

"Oh, darling," a hand wraps Cordelia's waist, pulling her closer to her side, "Whatever you did can't be that bad now, can it?", she turns towards her, and sees Cordelia's bottom lip wobble. She sniffles and lightly shakes her head as if she was struggling against herself. A part of her was telling her that she did the right thing, whereas the other was tormenting her for the choice she made, "I had to do something, I only wanted to know what she was hiding from me and from you, but then I couldn't help myself, I couldn't hold back, and dug deeper and deeper."

"Whatever do you mean?", Zelda frowns. She felt like she could use a cigarette, but she resisted for both your sake and Cordelia's.

"I read her mind," she whispers, eyes moist with tears, "her thoughts, her deepest desires. Everything."

"You did — what?"

Zelda wasn't expecting that. Her eyes snap wide open in utter disbelief. That was something she never expected the Supreme could do, considering it goes against her ethics and beliefs. However, she also acknowledges that for those you love, you're prone to break a rule or two. Truth be told, Zelda would tear Hell apart if it meant to protect her family, Cordelia or you.

"I had no other choice, and the worst part is that I'm not even sorry for that. I have no remorse because... because—" she recalls vividly everything she has felt and witnessed through your heart.

Zelda opens her mouth to say something, but Cordelia beats her to it, "I'm so happy, Zelda," she breathes out, turning completely towards her.

"I still don't understand," the redhead witch blinks in disbelief.

Cordelia cups Zelda's cheeks then, leaning further closer to the elder witch. Her heart stops only to restart at a breakneck speed. Her eyes fall on Cordelia's mouth as her teeth casually start nibbling on her bottom lip. She inhales sharply, her pupils grow darker with lust.

"Celeste is in love with us," a couple of tears fall from her eyes, when Cordelia whispers those magic words against Zelda's agape mouth.

She shudders. Cordelia grasps a single tear that has just slipped Zelda's eye, before wrapping her arms around her waist.

At once, she is a bunch of nerves, both shocked and incredulous. She feels like it's her turn to collapse, but Cordelia holds her.

That surely changes everything.

[rorykeanersactualgf]

hey look i know you already wrote the request of the reader being sick with the flu/fever for me but can you go back and change the gender of the reader to female cause that's what i originally wanted it to be in the first place

A/N: why yes of course i can make it into female reader xx i quite like this idea because he is such a cutie patootie that he would love to take care of us. i hope it was okay that i did a pov switch and the pronouns were g/n. other than that, i hope you enjoy the fic my lovelies xx :))

CW: Benny being an absolute sweetheart, mentions of throwing up but it doesn't happen only gagging does, kisses and thats about it i think xx (Fem!Reader version xx)

Sick remedies

On a dreary Tuesday morning, in the early hours of the day, I was awoken to a searing headache, a hot sensation rolling over my body, my joints aching every time I tried to move, a blocked nose, a sore and dry cough, and to top it off, it made my eyes water and burn so I couldn't see anything. I stood up and almost instantly regretted it, I felt dizzy and so close to being sick but I managed to keep it down. I decided to write my parent/s a note saying how I felt and hoping that they saw it. As I tried to go back to sleep, my head started to pound more than before and all I wanted was sleep at that moment so I quietly crept downstairs and grabbed some water and Tylenol, chugging it and sneak back upstairs to bed.

Benny's POV:

As I woke from my peaceful sleep, I turned over to my phone to talk to my baby (Reader), now usually she would message me first but when I saw my phone had no good morning text, I was a little bit confused but shook it off quickly seeing as she may have slept in or forgotten.

My day had gotten stranger when I was waiting outside of her house, like I usually do but they didn't some out, maybe she slept in or left without me. Weird, its not like her to leave without me, and we've never had an argument before so maybe she was already at school. I had even tried knocking the door but no one answered, oh well, I'll see her soon.

As I continued to mull over what could have happened on the way to school, I hadn't noticed that I had basically blanked my friends and already made it to school by walking on my own. I realised that I should probably try to find and talk to her when I was in school, that was if she were even here. As I walked into the courtyard I saw my friends and walked over to talk to them.

A plethora of different greetings flushed my ears that made the talking and laughing in the courtyard less noticeable and helped me take my mind off of this morning a little bit. That was until I didn't see (Reader) with any of them and asked if any of them had seen her.

They all had a range of answers, ranging from "Oh, I thought she was with you," and " Nope," 's and wondered where she could be. Hopefully she was just late.

As the day went on and lessons progressed, I gathered the notes for her classes and made sure that the assignments were at least noted of so she wouldn't be completely lost on what to do and when it was supposed to be in by.

At the end of the day, when there was still no sign of (Reader) via in-person or text message, I went over to her house just to make sure she was okay and at least had the stuff they needed. I walked up her porch steps, knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. When someone did answer, it was her mom, and with a smile on both of our faces, she let me in.

"Are you here to see (Reader)? She is pretty sick at the moment so I'd be careful going near her but if you want to see her go ahead." She said with a genuine smile on her face and two taps to my shoulder and she walked into the living room again. After hearing that (Reader) was just sick and not annoyed with me or in any serious danger, my heart swam with relief. I walked up the stairs to her room and knocked, just in case she was getting changed or just wanted some privacy.

At no answer from (Reader), I knocked again in case she didn't hear me and when I didn't get an answer again, I decided to walk in. When I walked into her room, it was dark, a small pile of tissues was near her on their bedside table, a small and now probably lukewarm glass of water was next to her on the table, and a small lump of a person was on the bed, under the blankets and lightly snoring.

As I saw (Reader) sleep for a little bit, I started to think of any remedies that I could use to help them. I quickly got up and went to the store, grabbing a few things and making my way back to her house.

When I got back to her house, I thought that I should at least let her know I was here and that I was going to take care of her so when I got back up to their room, I gently nudged and shook her awake. At first, it didn't seem like she was going to wake up until I got gently shoved off saying "5 more minutes mom" and rolling back over. This made me chuckle a bit because she was being cute and she didn't know it was me. I sat with her on the bed and said,

"Hey, it's me, Benny, I came to take care of you," which made her slowly but surely roll over onto her back and pull the blanket down so I could see her adorable face and smile at her,

"Oh, hey Bens," she said, her voice croaky and hoarse, which made her cough painfully and look at me with sad, almost watery eyes.

"I'm not very well if you couldn't tell already. How was school today? Did I miss anything important or interesting?" She said with a sniffle or two falling from her.

I had caught them up on my day given her the notes she needed so she didn't miss anything.

My POV:

As benny was telling me about his day, it had slowly begun to dawn on me how confused and possibly upset he must have been that I wasn't in and that I hadn't given him his usual fix of attention and affection like I usually would have.

I felt bad so I picked up my phone when he had finished to message him good morning even though he was right in front of me. The plan was to cheer him up and possibly make him laugh, and it worked. He leant over to kiss me and just as our lips were about to touch, I pulled away at the last second.

Confused, he looked at me and was about to ask me what was wrong when the pieces in his mind had clicked and he understood that I pulled away to not make him ill.

When I had started coughing again, I leant over and noticed a shopping bag near my bed that wasn't there last night.

"What's in the bag?" I asked curiously, trying to look into its contents.

He picked up the bag and started taking things out like heating and cooling pads for my aches, water bottles, bland food like crackers and chips, a new teddy bear, and various other things.

He instructed me to sit back and let him take care of me. I did as I was told and sat back on my bed, laying upright on my pillows and groaning slightly from moving. My body ached so much and I surmised that it was because I had no Tylenol in my system and just as I had thought that, Benny had pulled a new bottle from his bag and gave it to me with a cool bottle of water to go alongside it.

He also pulled out a pack of crackers and an apple for me to eat with it, claiming that if I ate fruit with it, it would help bring antioxidants, minerals and whatnot back into my system and help me get over it quicker. "Can I use a spell to at least help with some of the coughing and sniffling? I promise it wont go badly." He said with puppy dog eyes, knowing I could never say no to him.

"If you're absolutely certain, then yes you can my love." I said with a small smile on my face and a quick ruffle to his hair to solidify my point.

"Yay!" He exclaimed and excitedly rummaged through his bag to get his spell book, flicking and scanning through all the pages to get to some of the remedies for small things like illnesses.

"Okay, so I'll need a frogs liver, a bunch of herbs and spices, a garlic clove, a chickens eyes, and a ladybug." Just hearing some of those ingredients, made me want to gag, and as he ran off to make the potion, I kept thinking about what was going to be in it, making me feel nauseous, so I pulled the bin from the other side of the room over to my bed's side. I continued to nibble on the snacks while he was measuring and making the potion, taking extra care so that it doesn't go wrong and when he came back up to my room, I saw that he was covered in various thing, and smelt like a crackly fire, a nice addition.

He walked over to me and worried about it being wrong, hands slightly shaking he passed it to me and I looked at it suspiciously, still apprehensive about it potentially being wrong so I lifted it to my nose and with the best of my abilities, I gave it a smell and instantly reclined. It smelt disgusting.

"Are you sure this is right? It smells horrible." I interrogated Benny as he looked more hopeful.

"I followed the recipe to a T. I guess that's just how it smells." He answered calmly.

"Alright, I trust you." I said as I looked at the potion, back to Benny, and back to the potion again. I lifted the concoction to my lips and took a small swig, the taste was almost obscene to my senses and caused me to gag, I almost leant over and spat it out when I suddenly felt a little bit better, my nose wasn't as blocked before and I could breathe semi-normally without felling like I need to bring my lungs up.

That was until I looked over to Benny and he had an incredulous look on his face, in complete and utter disbelief about something above or behind my head. As I looked up and behind myself, I couldn't see what he was looking at so I turned back to him and when I looked back, he was holding a mirror up and I saw I had a pair of cat ears on my head.

"Benny, you told me it was fine!" I exclaimed but not angry.

"I thought it was! Hold on a minute." He exclaimed while laughing slightly. He flipped back through his spell book and tells me that apparently additions from random animals was normal and should go away soon.

I started to calm down and laugh at myself because in all honesty, it wasn't a huge deal since my parent/s weren't going to be coming anywhere near me because of my various symptoms and they already knew that Benny was a wizard because of him pulling out a bouquet of flowers for my mom when they first met and he didn't realise she didn't know.

After letting him take care of me for a few hours, I told him that it was probably best that he left so he didn't get the same illness I had but he was adamant that he stayed by my side because he didn't want me to be alone and sick, and he said that he knew I would do it for him, which was true.

He ended up staying the night, giving his grandma a message so she didn't go crazy looking for him, leaving small kisses on my forehead and cheeks while I slept, holding me close and making sure that I wasn't going anywhere and because of that god awful potion he gave me, my symptoms cleared up by the morning but I was left with another surprise.

I woke up and rolled onto my back, feeling much better, better than I was before; when I looked over to see Benny, he was in the same state I was in yesterday, curled up to me, looking sweaty and uncomfortable. So, I tried some remedies that I had read about but in Benny's case it was slightly funnier since when he sneezed now, there were sparks that flew out and he had coughed a few butterflies into existence.

All I said to him was "I told you so," with a kiss and a smile gracing my face and a pout on his pretty face.

[orcasoul]

Priceless Part 2

Summary: Takes place after Grogu leaves with Luke to train as a Padawan. The Razor Crest wasn't destroyed. Reader is/was Grogu's nanny. Din and reader are in love, although neither one has confessed their feelings at first. When Din leaves to track a bounty she stays at an Inn because the ship is too quiet without Grogu. She is abducted by slavers and of course our hero Din saves the day and makes them pay!

Warnings: Swearing, angst, graphic description of violence and torture, no use of your Y/N.

Italics indicate inward thinking.

Word Count: 3,923

It's been three days since you and Din parted ways. True to his word he checked in with you every morning and night. He always asked if you were comfortable and you always asked how the hunt was going. The conversations always ended in heartfelt declarations of love and longing for each other. You hated saying goodbye every time. Even though you were both on the same planet it felt as though you were on opposite sides of the galaxy, a multitude of vastness between you. You kept yourself busy during those three days, exploring the town and the outskirts during the days and relaxing at a local cantina in the evenings. Often your mind would drift to thoughts of Grogu, but being surrounded by distractions helped to stop the sadness from consuming you to the point of tears. Sitting at your table close to the bar, you lazily sip your glass of Paonga Fresca, soaking up the atmosphere of the increasingly lively venue. Friday night must be the night to socialise, you observed.

The music from the band is definitely more lively tonight, making it easy for everyone to indulge in a night of carousing. You get the bar droids' attention to bring you another drink. After setting your glass down, the droid turns to leave. You watch it walk away and your eyes happen to fall on a Devaronian who is watching you intently. Coming to think of it, you've seen this guy here for the past two nights. Feeling a pang of discomfort from the blatant stare you avert your gaze and casually look around the room. After a few moments you glance back to where he was sitting to find the seat empty. You exhale in relief. The last thing you want is any trouble. Still feeling a bit uneasy, you quickly down the rest of your drink, put on your jacket and decide to call it a night. The suns have almost set as you emerge onto the street. The cooler evening air gives you as sense of invigoration as it kisses your skin. It's mostly quiet out here apart from the odd patrons arriving and leaving. You head off in the direction of your accommodation but are stopped as an old man shuffles towards you.

"Excuse me miss," the aged and small framed man began, "Please, would you mind helping me with these bags?" You look at the bags he roughly dumped in front of his feet, raising a sceptical eyebrow at him as he straightened up with a groan. "I wouldn't usually bother anyone but these bags are so heavy and my prosthetic..." he raises his trouser leg to show you his metal limb, "has been giving me grief all day. I don't live far, just a 10 minute walk in that direction." He points behind you, to the right. Initially you felt nervous of this mans' intentions but seeing his prosthetic leg and how he is struggling was enough to reassure you that he genuinely needs assistance, and how could you say no to someone in obvious need. "Yeah, sure," you reply, grabbing most of the bags while he picks up the last one. "Thank you, my dear. You're very kind," the old man smiled appreciatively. You follow him for several minutes before he turns to an alleyway. You immediately feel a sense of foreboding, the hairs on the back of your neck standing upright as goosebumps assault your skin. You begin to slow your pace as the man turns back to face you.

"It's just through here." He points to the alleyway. "I'm afraid my job doesn't allow me the privilege of living in the nicer parts of town," he says with a small smile. You instantly feel guilty for judging the only area this gentle old soul can afford. You nod and swallow the jittery feeling bubbling in your tummy. He's just a little old man, you try to reason your anxiety away. He couldn't hurt me even if he wanted to. You cautiously follow him into the alley, eager to dump the bags at his door and get the hell out of there. The alley snakes off to the right and you follow, only to be met with a dead end. Fear floods your senses, rooting your feet to the spot as you see a group of men waiting in the dim light. The old man drops his bag along with his exhausted pretence. "Good work," one of the gang members addressed the old man as he threw a small pouch at his chest. "Now get out of here." He quickly rushed past you with his head down. "What the?...." You began as you watched him slink away. With increasing alarm you turn back to the gang, pulse and heart racing.

"I think you've got the wrong person," you gulped while reaching for your blaster. "I don't think so," a voice from the shadows replied while the two other men, one human, one Trandoshan raised their own blasters in warning. Slowly you bring your hands up in surrender. The owner of the voice emerges from the shadows causing your eyes to grow wide in fear as you recognise him as the Devaronian from the cantina. "See, we've been watching you for a few days and we know you're not from around here and that you're alone." His repulsive smile makes your skin crawl. "What do you want with me?" You try to sound composed, to hide the fact that your stomach is now in knots. Keeping your chin held high, you challenge his gaze with your own as his guys move behind you, one on your left and the other on your right. "Profits," he smirked. "We're businessmen and you're very valuable." You turn to run but are restrained by strong arms, holding you in a vice like grip. You shriek as you feel a sharp pinch in your neck and slowly the world turns hazy, muffled and then black.

This hunt had felt like the longest ever to Din. True he's been away longer in the past but everyday away from you leaves a longing deep within his soul. He sits by a fire, watching as the orange flames dance with fluidity, like they have a mind of their own. It's strangely calming and his thoughts gravitate to you. He temporarily loses himself in thoughts of kissing you, running his un-gloved hands over your bare skin, the noises you would make as he.... He's abruptly pulled from his musings as the bounty, a klatooinian, shuffles uncomfortably on the other side of the fire, hands and feet bound and mouth gagged. The sooner this is over, the better. This time tomorrow you'll both be together and can finally have that much anticipated talk. He feels so ready to give you his all. As usual the time came to check in for the night. He always felt unsettled until he heard your voice. Hearing you means you are safe. "Cyare, it's Din. Can you hear me?" ....... silence ....... "Cyare, come in." More silence.

Dins chest begins to constrict as worry starts to consume him. You've always answered straight away. Maybe she's just a bit preoccupied. Don't jump to conclusions, he tires telling his racing mind. He'll try again in ten minutes. Those ten minutes became the longest ten minutes of his life. The longer the silence went on, the more he began to panic, his palms becoming sweaty under his gloves and his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't help but imagine the worst case scenario. What if she's injured and alone? What if she's in danger? He tries again, this time with more urgency in his voice. "Cyar'ika, are you there? If you are, Please answer me!" No relpy, no sound at all except the crackling flames and his own blood thrumming in his ears. "I'm really starting to worry now." His voice and hands begin to tremble. "Are you there? Please, come in!"

Your head hurts so bad, the thumping in your temples and ringing in your ears making it almost impossible to focus. You roll onto your side with a groan. Your entire body feels as heavy as a Mudhorn. "Din?" you mumble in your groggy, hazy state. His voice sounds muffled and distant in your ringing ears. As your senses return you realise his voice is frantic. It takes all of your strength to sit up, nausea seizing your stomach at the momentum. Through squinty eyes you look at your surroundings, trying to piece together the events that led to you being in a.... cage?! Shit! A cage! In a cold and dim cave, illuminated only by torchlight. Dread and shock overwhelm you as you remember the men from earlier, the smirk, the grip and the pain. Your whole body begins to shake, breaths coming fast and shallow. The panic is all consuming, pulling you down into the depths of despair.

You reach to your hip but your blaster is gone. Shit, they've taken it. You're suddenly aware that you heard Dins voice only moments ago. The com! They've obviously missed it, being hidden under your jacket sleeve. A spark of hope ignites inside as you bring your wrist to your mouth. "Din?! Din, come in! I need help, Din?!" "I'm here. What's wrong? Are you okay?!" Din's voice is music to your ears, even if it is currently tremulous. "No I.... I don't know where I am. I'm in a cave, somewhere, and they're.... they're going to sell me! Din, I'm scared!" Din's worst fear has come true. You're in trouble. You need his help and he isn't there. Anger and fear swarm his being in equal measure. His ribs feel like a punching bag for his heart, his adrenaline already coursing through his veins, readying his body to become a powerful and deadly weapon. He's going to find you and he's going to kill every one of those fuckers who dared to lay a finger on you.

Hearing the fear in your voice makes Din realise just how completely useless he is right now. You never should have been in a position like this in the first place. In this moment he knows he has failed you. He manages to gather himself before his mind can spiral any further. Now is not the time to fall apart. Not when your life now depends on him. "Tell me everything that happened. Where you were last, who you met, what they looked like, anything you can think of." You tell him the name of the cantina, the Devaronian watching you, who turned out to be the same guy who kidnapped you. The others he had with him and the little old man and his trick to get you alone. You break into tears at the end of your panicked ramblings. "I'm so sorry. I was so stupid to trust him." "I need you to listen to me, Cyar'ika." Din's calm, collected voice brought you back to the present moment.

"I'm coming for you. I will find you, I promise. I need you to be strong like I know you are, okay?" "Okay," you sniffle through your tears. "Hurry, please. I love-" "Hey!" Your heart jumps out of your chest as a booming voice echos through the cave. A large Bothan angrily fumbles with his keys to unlock unlock the cage door and storms towards you. Din can only listen as your scream fills the com. "Give me that you little bitch!" A sickening thud and a groan from you sends Din into a primal rage, his vision turning red. "Don't fucking touch her!" he roars as the com crackles and falls silent. Din can't breathe, can't think about anything other than getting to you ASAP. He hastily grabs his Amban Sniper Rifle and satchel ready to make off in the direction of the town when his attention is suddenly caught by the bounty, shuffling and groaning at him.

Dank Farrick, the bounty, he curses inwardly. He rushed over to the him, grabbing his arms and legs roughly, removing the restraints. The bounty pulled the gag down, staring at Din goggled eyed, unsure of what to make of his unexpected freedom. "Go!" Din ordered. The Klatooinian awkwardly got to his feet, taking small steps backwards, while keeping his wide eyes on Din's visor. "I said go!" Din raged at him. The stunned bounty nodded, "Thank you." After a several steps he stops and turns to Din. "I hope you find her," he offers sympathetically before running off into the night.

Your scalp feels like it's on fire as you are violently dragged by your hair into a large chamber. You desperately grip onto your hair, pulling it back towards you in a futile attempt to ease the pain. Relief blesses your nerves as the Bothan releases his brutal grip. However the relief doesn't last long. He drags you by your bound wrists over to a pillar. Your eyes widen as you see the chains hanging from it. You instinctively fight back, digging your feet into the ground, using them to push your body backwards to avoid what's coming. But the Bothan is much bigger and stronger than you and easily manages to shackle your wrists to the pillar. A Nautolan walks around the pillar, looking down his nose at you. "Thank you, Baze," he says to the Bothan. "You can go." "Yes, sir," he replys respectfully. This guy must be the boss, you conclude as you size him up. You inwardly scoff as he stands tall, basking in his own airs and graces. "Who did you contact?" he asks in a low voice.

You glare at him while pulling on the chains, hoping to the maker that there's a weak link somewhere. "Who did you contact?" he asks again, nostrils flaring in anger. You hear Din's voice echo in your head, I need you to be strong like I know you are. And you will be, no matter how hopeless things seem. You're not going to make it easy for this piece of Bantha shit. You answer his question with a defiant lift of your chin, holding your head high. He huffs and lowers his head while shaking it in mock disappointment. He brings his hardened gaze up to meet your eyes. His black, soulless eyes make you shudder. "Guess we'll have to do this the hard way," he growled as he headed over to a large cabinet against the wall of the chamber. He opened the door and your heart lurched, horror pulsing through you as you watch him bring out a brutal looking Cat O Nine Tails whip. "It would be better if you'd just cooperate," he warned as he stood behind you. "Fine," he sighed after a bout of silence, "Have it your way."

You gasp as he rips the back of your jacket and shirt open, exposing your bare back. Every muscle in your body seizes, knuckles white as you grip onto the chain, panicked breaths escalating as you brace yourself for the impending impact. Swish! Crack!!! An anguished scream tore through your rib-cage as savagely as the whip tore through your soft flesh. "Who did you contact?" He demanded through clenched teeth, bringing the whip down again, striking the already mutilated tissue on your back. You scream again, knees buckling as you slump against the pillar. A hot sticky wetness runs down your lower back, soaking into your trousers. A sob escapes your raw throat as you whimper. "Please...." "Tell me who you contacted and this will all end," he responded callously. The pain is unfathomable. An insatiable entity invading your body, intent on wreaking as much torment as possible. Every nerve feels like it's on fire, your breaths coming out shallow and laboured.

"I'm losing patience, you stupid girl," he fumed as he lifted the whip and struck another agonising blow, then another and another and another. The intense ringing in your ears stifles the sounds of your excruciating screams. You're not sure how much more of this you can withstand. Exhaustion seeks to claim you, to take you away from this nightmare but you're afraid to let yourself slip away for fear you'll never wake again. A Part of you feels ready to crack, ready to tell him what he wants to know if only to stop this torment. But you will not betray Din. If they know he's coming he'll lose the element of surprise and be in danger. You'd die before you let that happen! Swish! Crack! Scream!! Swish! Crack! Scream!! Swish!.... "Sir." The whip stops as the Bothan enters the room. "An urgent matter requires your attention." The Nautolan huffs in annoyance. "Take her back to the cage. I'll deal with her later," he seeths, throwing the whip on the ground before storming out of the room.

The Bothan unlocks the shackles and you fall to the floor, panting and shaking. Your strength has long since vanished along with your sense of your surroundings. Pain is all you feel and think and know. Large, rough hands grip your shoulders causing you to scream in pain once again at the raw burn spreading over your back as you are thrown over his shoulder. You hear the creak of the cage door before you are thrown face down onto the dusty floor. The Bothan kneels down, hovering over your head. "It doesn't matter who you called..." he sneered, pulling your head up, his rancid breath making you gag, "No one will ever find you." He throws your head back to the ground. Sparkling dots burst before your eyes at the impact, then the door clicks locked. This time you have no choice but to give in to the exhaustion.

The cantina is bustling with jovial laughter, cheerful conversations being drowned out by the lively music from a local band. Everyone seems to be having a good time. Everyone, that is, except for a lone Beskar clad man sitting in a darkened corner, meticulously observing the entire room. Din headed immediately for the cantina the moment he arrived in town. It took him an entire day to get here. An entire day when maker knows what could have happened to you. He refuses to dwell on that thought, instead keeping his mind on the here and now. And now he waits. He's been watching every person who has come and gone, so far finding no one fitting the descriptions of your abductors. The hours have dragged on and Din grows more and more impatient. There's only two hours left until closing time and Din's hope of finding those scumbags is dwindling. Anxiety slowly creeps into his chest, his hands balling into fists on the table. He's usually a patient hunter, spending days tracking and laying in wait for his target.

But time is not a luxury he can afford right now. Not when you are depending on him. Just as he can feel his last remaining ounce of patience ebbing away his eyes lock onto a Devaronian as he takes a seat at the side of the bar. This Devaronian fits the description you gave Din perfectly. Din's pulse quickens as his anticipation builds. The man stares across the bar. Din follows his line of sight where it lands on a lone woman. She's oblivious to the guys' steely glare as she's nose deep in a data pad. That's got to be him! Din holds back on the unquenchable desire to launch himself into the Devaronian, to beat him until he tells him what he needs to know. But he has to be smart about this. Any wrong move could jeopardise his chance of finding you. Din's eyes never leave him the whole time he's there. When the Devaronian leaves, Din silently stalks out behind him, keeping enough distance to remain inconspicuous.

He follows him across the street, slipping into the shadows. All the while the guy is oblivious to the bounty hunters advance. He stops to talk to an old man. Din recognises him as the little old man you'd described. He can't hear them through their hushed tones so he enhances the sound in his helmet. "There's a human woman alone, around 30, Red and gold dress, black hair, pulled up in a braided ponytail. You know what to do." Bingo! He's found the bastards, which means he's one step closer to bringing you home. He remains in the shadows while the men part ways. The old man walks to the other side of the street with his bags, putting them down once he rounds a darkened corner. He stays there, peeking around the corner every few minute, watching and waiting for his unsuspecting victim. And Din watches him. Anger and disgust builds inside him with every passing minute.

How many innocent people have fallen victim to these kriffin monsters?! After half an hour the woman emerges through the entrance door and begins to walk down the street. Adrenaline spikes through Din's veins. This is the moment he's been waiting for! He watches as the old man lifts his bags and theatrically staggers towards the approaching woman. Din scoffs as he hears the same pleading words and sees the prosthetic leg trick you'd told him about, being used on this poor woman. Din follows them quietly, every bit the predator stalking his prey. As they turn down a dark alley, he climbs up onto the roof of the building on the corner. The buildings are all so close together he can jump from roof to roof, trailing them from above. He's acutely aware of the the bright moonlight reflecting off his Beskar, so he stays low as he follows, silently and swiftly keeping pace with his target.

Just as you'd told him they came to a dead end where three men (the Devaronian, the Trandoshan and a Human) waited. The Trandoshan tossed a pouch at the old man and told him to leave. Din could easily hear the panic in the woman's voice through his helmet as the men surrounded her. He's going to end this now! He fires a single shot, hitting the old man in the back as he scurried down the alley. One piece of shit down. The men and woman turn their attention to where Din drops down from the rooftop with the smooth precision of a Lothcat. Before the men can react Din takes out the Human and Trandoshan behind the woman with perfectly aimed headshots, while she screamed and ducked, hands covering her head. The Devaronian draws his blaster after his initial confusion at what is happening.

Din shoots it out of his hand while striding angrily towards him. The Devaronian turns to run but falls face down onto the sandy ground as Din fires his whipcord around his legs. After fully restraining the unconscious assailant Din turns to the petrified woman, now sitting fully on the ground, shaking in terror. "Run, now," he gently tells her. Her panic seems to slightly subside when it becomes clear he means her no harm. "Th... thank you!" Her voice trembles as she rises to her feet, fleeing down the alleyway. Din feels a sense of satisfaction, knowing he just saved her from a horrific fate. He now brings his attention back to his captive. He stands and drags him all the way back to the Razor Crest where he can interrogate him any way he sees fit.

part 3

[evaslytherpuff]

🧡Erebus Gaunt NSFW Alphabet🧡

🥵 This insane brain baby has my mind, my body, my soul, whatever the fuck he wants. Lol. I would do anything he asked of me!🫠🥰

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Erebus is surprisingly very serious about aftercare. He knows that he can be really rough so he will do everything he can to help you feel better afterwards. Cleaning you up, a massage, taking a warm bath together, getting you something to eat if you’re hungry, and cuddling you until you both fall asleep.

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

His favorite body part on himself would have to be his hands. He knows that he can do damage with them, killing with brute force, or please his lover with equal determination.

His favorite body part on a partner? Erebus is a breast guy. He could spend all day with his face buried in your boobs. Sucking, licking, biting, squeezing, you name it—he’s doing it! He’s definitely capable of making you cum from nipple stimulation alone.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Erebus loves to cum deep inside you. It’s his way of claiming what is his since he’s very possessive.

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

He likes to keep a pair of your panties with him on his hunts. He enjoys running his fingers over them in his pocket and imagining the material on your skin and how he can’t wait to rip off the next pair when he comes home to you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

He is very experienced and even willing to experiment with you. He may be a dangerous man but he will do everything that he can to please you. He prefers rough and intense sex but he’s willing to work with you if he truly cares about you. He knows exactly what he’s doing and he does it well. He will make sure you have multiple orgasms before he reaches his own climax.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Erebus loves any position where he can feel close to you. He’ll want to cover you with his entire body and make sure you know who you belong to. He’s very dominant so he enjoys being on top most of the time.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s serious in the moment. Sex is not a joke to him! Although, you are probably the only person he’s able to be himself with so it will be easier for him to show his more…funny side.

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

He won’t completely shave but he does like to keep everything neat and trimmed. Yes, he has jet black hair so everything matches.🤭

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

He does enjoy a lot of foreplay! During the moment he’s fierce and intense. He loves to bite, grab, scratch, spank, he’s definitely leaving lots of marks all over your body. He can try and be romantic but it’s not something he’s used to. He’s a thorough lover and will not leave that bed until you are an exhausted mess.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If he would be away from you for too long he may relieve some pent up frustration by jerking off, but he would much rather fuck you instead. The wait will be worth it in his eyes and be prepared for him to pounce as soon as he sees you again.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I think the list is shorter of what he won’t do. Lol. He’s into BDSM, body worship, creampies, size kink. There isn’t much he won’t participate in.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom! It has everything he would need to please you.

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

Sometimes he likes when you put up a bit of a fight. This man is primal and he would enjoy the challenge! He loves neck kisses! If you kiss his snake tattoo, it’s a done deal, he’s got you screaming his name in the bedroom.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Foot play. It just doesn’t do anything for him. Piss play or anything to do with feces. If it’s overly disgusting, he doesn’t want anything to do with it.

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

Erebus is definitely a giver! He loves to go down on you and won’t hesitate to make you cum multiple times on his tongue. He’s very skilled and will demand that you keep your eyes on him as he devours you, it really turns him on when he sees how much you’re enjoying his mouth.

He doesn’t mind receiving but it’s a bit difficult due to his size. It’s more of a hassle than a pleasure for him but he would love a woman that can handle his cock.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s usually rough and passionate. On special nights, or if you requested it, he could try slow and sensual. He usually enjoys long and hard thrusts. He’ll pull out almost all the way then slam back into you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not really a big fan of quickies but he’ll enjoy a few if the two of you are really desperate. He would definitely prefer to take his time with you though.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s willing to experiment and would love an adventurous woman in the bedroom. He doesn’t like fuss or feeling like he’s walking on eggshells and he would rather have a woman who is as crazed for him as he is for her.

He will take risks if he really cares for you. If a woman is just a hookup, he would probably want to keep things simple.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

He’s got a lot of stamina! He could possibly go 3-4 rounds and can make sex last all night. He’s very patient and will focus on you before he worries about his own pleasure.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a few toys and will happily use them on you but he would rather use what he’s working with instead.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Erebus is a tease! He may be big and scary but he knows how to get you worked up. A brush of his fingers, a breath against your ear, biting his lip as his eyes roam over your body, towering over you before kissing you passionately then pulling away. He loves to see how flustered he can make you. He enjoys knowing that he has that kind of power over you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s grunting, groaning, and growling! He’s not very quiet but that’s only because he wants you to know how deeply you affect him. He can be very vocal in the moment and will shower you with praise.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

You may grow to love him but Erebus is definitely a Yandere. If he wants you, he’s doing everything he can to have you. This man is determined and he won’t let anything get in his way of getting what he wants. He’d kill for you without even thinking twice about it.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

Erebus is pretty hung! He’s 6’6” and built to be a hunter. He’s the largest of the Gaunt brothers when it comes to his size and what he’s packing. He’s about 8½ inches, uncut, and girthy! He loves it if a woman can handle all that he has to offer. Especially since this man is not a gentle giant.🤭

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

Whenever he’s away from you, he’s yearning. He would be so impatient and couldn’t wait to get home to you. If you two were to argue, he would still want you terribly, resulting in angry and ravaging make-up sex.

Z = ZZZ (.. how quickly they fall asleep after sex)

He will wait until you’re asleep but then fall asleep right after. You would both be exhausted by the end of the night and all he would want to do at that point is take care of you and then rest. He sleeps more soundly when you’re curled up in his arms.

This was the post that got my old blog censored! Hopefully it can stay up this time because I absolutely love this man! I’ll have to post his full bio next but these are the fics and content I have saved for him. There have also been a few updates to it.🥰

[birlwrites]

I would love to know what would be going through Evan head considering we don't see much from regulu's pov

I also just love reading about your thoughts on ttdl

OKAY so this ask arrived on august 30 which was when i posted chapter 61 so i'm going to assume you meant in that chapter - but what's going through evan's head is always fun aghslgksdhjkf

so, like, chapter 61 is a big chapter for him - there really is a moment when he's bracing to spill The Big Secret, Part 1. once regulus veers off course with the narcissa problem, he feels like he's managed to delay the inevitable - so that relief informs a lot of how much he throws himself into the Everything about the rest of the chapter. he has this chance to move on (and this chance to reaffirm how useful and On Regulus's Side he is) and he's going to take it with everything he has

but other Notable Things going through evan's head:

when regulus is like 'wouldn't people have their most important secret conversations in the gardens' evan is amused, not because regulus is half right, but because ONLY REGULUS would look at the most Romantic™ place in rosier manor and go 'ah yes. the perfect venue for war conversations. let us stroll among the roses hand in hand under the moonlight and plot our propaganda campaign'

he has such a one track mind. evan adores him

and then evan is fighting for his LIFE to avoid rambling the whole time regulus is trying to work on the roses - he needs to avoid being a distraction and it's K I L L I N G him. evan excels at being a distraction. he has so much fun being a distraction. regulus is rIGHT THERE. he is suffering. (but also he's stressed about The Big Secret and pulling this off)

and then of course regulus hands him a flawless duplication and he is a) awestruck and b) absolutely determined to carry out his part of the plan equally flawlessly. when he says "It's impressive. Thank you," that's an intentional direct mirror of what regulus says to him in the wardrobe with the truffles in chapter 43 (i think it's chapter 43?) - interpret that however you like re: evan drawing parallels between The Dumbledore Situation and this

evan is also growing increasingly offended by how little pride regulus takes in his own achievements. he and barty should start a club

as soon as they go back to the ballroom, evan is in Mission Mode, which is unfortunate for regulus, who is already missing having evan's undivided attention. the rosier-malfoy rivalry is something that brings me joy so i'm determined to work it into everything ajfslkhgkjdf. the rest of evan's rambling is calculated to make mulciber and warrington (and, to a lesser extent, amycus carrow) feel as excluded and outclassed as possible - mentioning things they're not invited to, telling mulciber outright that he's not one of them, bringing up things he wouldn't know about (alphard black yay!!!!), and so on

evan is pretty effortlessly mean when he wants to be - good thing he's on regulus's side ajflskghsjdkf

and then taking regulus back to his room to give him the rose!!! this is absolutely 100% a flirting maneuver, but it's also an attempt at speaking regulus's language - regulus always gets *him* presents

and "You're not going to crush it. It's not as delicate as it looks." is a reference on my part (not evan's) to regulus handing evan the snitch after the quidditch cup!

the rest of the chapter is evan wanting to say something but feeling like it's not the time or place. he knows regulus likes him - he's known that much for some time afjshgkdjf - but that's different from knowing what regulus wants, and he also feels like there is a substantial risk that regulus will get spooked and retreat and everything will be shitty and awkward forever. evan is constantly trying to test the waters without driving regulus away by coming on too strong. but also he just likes flustering him shgjlshdjkf

[death-in-shift]

NSFW Alphabet for Jaden

A/N: So I was contemplating on writing NSFW alphabets for my OCS for a while. It was an impulsive decision... But here it is. Minors, do not interact or I'll send your report cards to your parents along with your phone(s).

I found this template somewhere but idk who the credit goes to. Pls let me know!

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex):

Jae will do their best to take care of their partner or fling. Even if it gets to the point where they'll wash their hair or even making them tea and something light.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partner's):

They like a lot about the other's body. If the other is feeling insecure about any part, Jae will litter it with kisses. They're not sure how to comfort, but they do understand what it feels like. As for themselves, they're not sure what they like. They might go with their hands and abs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum):

Cum on them, they don't care. They'd prolly lick it up.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs):

Jae loves to be choked, even if they're near passing out. They got into wax play and shibari because of Hayden. They got too curious but they enjoyed the experience. Speaking of,

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

They're a virgin. The closet thing to sex was making out and touching someone. Even though they're warming up to the intimacy, they're mainly doing this for their partner/fling.

F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying):

They prefer any position where they get to be bottom. They're pretty shy, but if they were on top, it'll take a while for them to open up.

G = Goofy (are they more serious or humorous?):

They're not super serious, but they don't really make jokes during anything intimate.

H = Hair (how groomed are they? do the carpets match their drapes? etc.):

They're bare.

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

Canonically, Jae doesn't have much of the romantic feelings. But let's say they do have it for someone or partner. They will express their love by holding their pinky, hand, cuddling, and penguin pebbling. They were emotionally neglected while growing up so it feels a bit foreign to be cared for and to care for someone.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

They're not sure on how to perform self-pleasure so they end up getting overwhelmed.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Rope bunny/Rigger, choking, wax play, slight risk of getting caught, hand, size, voice, gloves and masks sometimes

L = Location (favourite places to do the do):

Jae would prolly want to do it in the room, shower, car, or anywhere that is decent looking. Even if they feel horny, they would have to wait to find a good spot.

M = Motivation (what turns them on? what gets them going?):

It depends on how they feel. There are times they get turned on by the small touches, kisses, bites, or even by the person's voice. Other times, they won't react much.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, what turns them off):

They do not want anything to do with feces, urine, or anything that pushes past their boundaries. They won't perform such actions and they don't want it performed on them.

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

Jae doesn't mind giving head. They never received it yet so they'll kind of anticipating that moment.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?):

They like being in between. But if their partner wants the pace to pick up or to slow down, they wouldn't mind it.

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

It's extremely rare for them to ask for one. But if their partner asks for one, they get hesitant but may say yes or no depending on their comfort.

R = Risk (are they the type to experiment? do they take risks?):

Jae likes to take risks because the feelings of fear and excitement is what gets them going. If they were to get caught, they'll deal with the embarrassment later. At that moment, they don't care.

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

For stimulation, they could last a couple rounds. As for how long, it's unknown. for sex, it's unknown as well since they're a virgin.

T = Toys (do they own any toys? do they use them on their partners or themselves):

The only things they own are nipple clamps, rope, wax, and blindfolds. I'm unsure if they count as toys, but if not, Jae doesn't own any vibrators or plugs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?):

They do a bit of teasing. They just worry if they may go too far (please let them know!)

V = Volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make? etc.):

Jae is usually a quiet demon, even during those moments. They will moan but it's not too quiet or loud. If they feel like they're gonna be loud, they would try to cover their mouth or bite the inside of their cheek. They also have those breathy laughs but it won't come out as much.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character):

If they're marked, they would wear it. They can careless if people are looking or asking questions about it. Now if it's rope marks or possible burn marks from the wax play, they'll hide it so no one thinks they were in danger.

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

Like every other demon, Jae does go into heat. By then, their sex drive is high. During the days where they're not in heat, they have a pretty low libido. It can spike up once in a while but they usually wait it out.

Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards):

They will fall asleep a bit after but there are times they will force themselves to stay awake. They'll feel bad if they don't take care of their partner/fling.