#quiet down small man meme

[aashiyancha]

Yeah idk what came over me but here we are

[demonicchicken1121]

recovering from some art block. Made these meme chickens

[ruminativevagrant]

An assortment of facts about Adam Lanza

Adam's low self image issues began showing during elementary school. he would write the words "loser" and "ugly" on his hands, believed that "everyone else in the world deserved more than he did”, and would hit himself as punishment when he thought he made a mistake. He would sometimes come home with bruises that he would refuse to explain, and Nancy almost sued SHES because she thought he was being beaten by other students.

One of Adam's middle school creative writing assignments got rejected for depicting violence, and he was made to write a poem instead. this poem was apparently so beautiful that it made his father cry.

Adam wanted to be a hamster for halloween as a kid, but they couldn't find hamster costumes, so nancy made one for him.

Ryan remembers Adam being a lot closer with his father as a child. Adam and Peter would routinely spend hours playing with legos in the basement, making up stories and games.

Adam developed an interest in political and economic theory early on and used to be very talkative about these subjects, as Peter recalls: "man, that kid, you couldn't shut him up!"

When Adam was sixteen, he made a meme of Karl Marx (huge beard), Lenin (small beard), Stalin (mustache), and Mao (clean-shaven), with the caption, “Comrades, we must rectify the faltering facial hair standards.” and Peter thought it was so funny that he got T-shirts made of it.

Adam carried a black briefcase instead of a backpack in high school. To avoid other people in the halls he would either turn to walk in the opposite direction, or press up against the wall and clutch his briefcase to himself "like an 8 year old who refuses to give up his teddy bear". He was described by his highschool advisor as "a very scared young boy" and by classmates as being quiet but extremely intelligent, "he was the smartest person I knew, he was probably a genius"

Adam would constantly express his anxiety to his mother, that he felt frightened and unsafe both in public and at home. Nancy told psychiatrists that his fear was so severe that it physically paralyzed him. When being interviewed by psychiatric professionals, Adam sweat through his shirt and was holding back tears throughout the sessions.

One time Peter had mentioned to Nancy that Adam had stopped to tie his shoes when they had been hiking, and Nancy expressed surprise and bewilderment to this.

Adam would have panic attacks in middle school that were so severe that he had to be sent home. In high school these were replaced with "crises" he would have in class, where he would be overwhelmed with hopelessness, give up whatever he was doing and "shut down".

Adam's teacher were advised to keep an eye on him because he "couldn't feel pain", as Nancy had informed them that he might not stop doing something even if it's hurting him.

Peter recalls that as Adam entered his teenage years he would often state how much he missed being a little kid.

Adam routinely checked and compared weather conditions across the country, he wanted to live in Washington because it was the most overcast state and Nancy entertained the idea of them moving to seattle together.

After Adam stopped talking to Peter in 2010, whenever Nancy brought the topic of his father up to Adam he would begin crying profusely and withdraw.

Adam once told a friend that he was "bulky" when he was a child, and that he had fat cheeks, comparing himself to a hamster with its cheeks stuffed.

Adam would sometimes play ddr for up to 10 hours straight, where he would enter what was described as a "trance". Workers at the Danbury theater recall him being unresponsive at closing time, and they would have to unplug the machine in order to get him to stop.

Adam identified as asexual but denounced the label towards the end of his life, claiming to be confused about his sexuality. On a university application form asking for a gender marker, Adam wrote "I choose not to answer".

Adam wanted to own not only hamsters, but also mice. He specifically wanted a brown deer mouse and a white fancy mouse. He would routinely watch youtube videos pertaining to rodents and rodent care, and would give advice in the comments.

One of Adam's top favorite movies was Willard, a movie about an isolated young man who lives in a large house with his mother and befriend rats. In this movie his mother dies in her bed, and the story culminated with him using the rats to enact revenge on an authoritative boss, killing him. Adam also owned a copy of the book that the movie is based on.

[edenesth]

Cheat Codes and Heartstrings

"Oh, dude, what are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be on a date?" Wooyoung asked, raising an eyebrow at his friend's unexpected appearance at their gaming hangout—a plan Yunho had bailed on to be with his girlfriend.

The taller man sighed, pulling out the empty chair and dropping into it. "She cancelled. Said something important came up, so she couldn't make it. Guess we're gaming now."

Mingi smirked, fingers flying across the keyboard as he struggled to talk while focusing on his ongoing Valorant match. "Told you, man. Nothing beats our bond, not even girls. Bros before hoes, always."

San scoffed, tossing a chip at him from across the table, offended on behalf of his loving partner, who was currently at home baking his favourite brownies while waiting for him. "Yeah, yeah. You're just salty you don't have a girlfriend."

"Yeah right, simp," Mingi rolled his eyes.

Wooyoung snickered. "Nah bro, he's not salty about not having a girlfriend. He's just salty because Yunho betrayed his moral loyalty and fell in love with someone else."

"Shut the hell up, Woo," Mingi shot him a side glare before his friend could fire back with their never-ending bromance joke, muttering a curse as he lost his game. He quickly switched over to League of Legends. "Anyway, you showed up at the perfect time—DoraTheDestroyer's playing today."

That got Yunho's full attention. He immediately perked up, scrambling to log into his Steam account. "No way, seriously? Is she actually here?"

DoraTheDestroyer—the most famous female gaming legend in this part of Seoul—had crushed all LOL players and held the top spot for ages. People often wondered why she hadn't gone pro. Few knew what she really looked like, as she preferred to stay under the radar, slipping in and out of cybercafes in her signature black Adidas windbreaker and cap. She always played in the VIP section, away from the regulars.

"Yeah, she's here. Probably for the weekly tournament, though we all know she never accepts invitations to the national championship," San confirmed, nodding toward the VIP section. The doors were closed, but through the small window, they could glimpse her trademark outfit. "Such a waste of good talent."

"Tell me about it." For a moment, Yunho forgot about his girlfriend, his face lighting up at the sight of the female gamer's familiar profile picture—a popular meme of Tyler the Creator dressed as Dora the Explorer.

"Holy crap, I can't believe we finally get to play against her," he grinned, his heart racing with excitement. He'd been waiting for this moment for a long time. As much as the Korean gaming community hyped her up, he needed to experience her skills firsthand—and get beaten by her—to fully believe she was that good.

Mingi chuckled, flexing his fingers as they geared up for the match. "You should probably thank your girlfriend for cancelling. Turns out it was a blessing in disguise."

The match began, and right away, the female gamer's team took an aggressive stance, pushing hard against their defences. But the guys weren't going down without a fight. They called out positions, planned counters, and slowly gained ground.

At first, it seemed like they were evenly matched. Yunho even managed a few key kills that had him grinning in satisfaction. "Well well, looks like we've got a shot," he said, feeling the adrenaline surge. The game was neck-and-neck, the score swinging back and forth as both teams traded victories in intense skirmishes.

But then, as the match wore on, something shifted. The legend had been quiet for a while—too quiet. Just when they thought they had her pinned, she'd slip away, regrouping with her team in ways that left them scrambling to defend their positions. Her map awareness was on another level, and her timing, impeccable.

Mingi caught on first. "Wait… she's playing us. She's luring us into traps."

It became clear she wasn't just good—she was a strategist, always two steps ahead. The moment they thought they had control, her team would come in for a devastating coordinated attack, wiping them out with perfect synergy. Her ability to manipulate the battlefield, vanish when needed, and strike when least expected left them speechless.

The final battle was the most intense, and for a moment, it looked like Yunho's team might actually pull off a victory. They fought tooth and nail, but in the end, her team made a flawless, surgical final push. The defeat was swift, calculated, and undeniable. And as expected, she emerged as the MVP of the match once again.

Yunho leaned back in his chair, breathing heavily. "She's amazing," he said, awe-struck.

His friends sat in stunned silence, nodding in agreement, still processing the sheer level of skill they had just witnessed.

"Well," Mingi finally spoke, running a hand through his hair. "That was something else."

Yunho was still trying to process the insane skills he had just witnessed. DoraTheDestroyer wasn't just a legend in the community; she was a master tactician. Her stealth, her timing—it was on a level he hadn't even imagined. His heart was still racing from the match when his phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a message from his girlfriend.

'Sorry for bailing earlier, Yuyu :((( I just got done, let's meet and I'll make it up to you, okie? <3' — beautiful✨

He stared at the text for a moment, his thumb hovering over the screen. Normally, he'd be up in a flash, eager to meet her. But this time, he stayed seated, his mind still reeling from the game. Wooyoung, who had caught a glimpse of the message, nudged him. "Bro, aren't you going?"

Yunho bit his lip, feeling conflicted. He cared about his girlfriend, but something about what had just happened stuck with him. "This won't do, guys," he said, shaking his head. "I have to convince her to join the national championship. She's too good to be just playing for fun like this. She'd make South Korea proud."

Mingi looked over at him, surprised. "Dude, you're serious?"

Yunho nodded firmly. "She's the real deal, man. If anyone can dominate on the national stage, it's her. I have to try."

He pushed himself off his seat, spotting the female gamer moving to leave the VIP section. "Here goes nothing," he gulped, steeling himself as he approached the figure. She was masked up, her cap pulled low, and walked swiftly toward the cybercafe's exit, ignoring the stares that followed her, just like she always did.

"Wait, miss!" he called out, his heart racing as her steps faltered, but she didn't turn to face him. His friends watched intently, along with all the others in the cafe, curious about what he was about to do.

"Look, I just wanted to say how incredibly talented you are. I don't understand why you haven't gone pro yet, but you need to! I promise you will have my full support, along with all the guys here!" he declared, urgency creeping into his voice. There was a pause, and the room fell silent, everyone holding their breath.

Slowly, she turned around, her head still lowered, the cap obscuring her face. "If I do, will you forgive me?" she replied softly.

Yunho blinked, momentarily speechless. "Wh-what...?" His jaw dropped as she finally removed her cap and mask, revealing...

"Babe?" he gasped.

A chorus of disappointed groans swept through the crowd of amateur gamers, who were heartbroken to finally learn the identity of their goddess—and that she had a boyfriend—one who was just as attractive as she was. The revelation sent murmurs rippling through the room, and a collective sigh of annoyance echoed from the guys, realising their beloved idol was taken.

You nervously bit your lip as you watched your boyfriend stride toward you, each step purposeful. He cupped your face in his hands, his gaze intense as he muttered, "God, I didn't think it was possible to love you even more than I already do."

The crowd quickly dispersed, returning to their games, envious out of their minds.

You beamed at his words, reaching up to cover his hands with yours. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?" you asked hopefully, but his grin took on a sly edge as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "You wish, baby. It's going to take a lot of making up for that."

Your cheeks flushed at his teasing, warmth spreading through you as he wrapped a possessive arm around your back, guiding you out of the male-dominated space. Stepping outside, you felt excitement and apprehension, knowing that your journey to make amends for keeping your identity a secret was just beginning.

As you walked together, Yunho couldn't help but stare down at you, still trying to process everything. He was in awe. The sweet, innocent girl who had always been at the top of her class and earned "Employee of the Year" at work was also a badass gamer who commanded the virtual battlefield. "Why didn't you just tell me who you were?"

You sighed, leaning into his embrace. "I'm sorry... I know this probably sounds stupid, but I didn't want you to see me differently. What if you didn't like the version of me you just saw? What if—”

"Are you kidding? It is stupid. If anything, I love you even more. Do you have any idea how hot that is? DoraTheDestroyer," he murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. His tone deepened as he tightened his grip on you. "You could destroy me any day."

You blushed, realising that if you had known your gentle giant had such a naughty side, just as he didn't know about yours, you might have told him from the start.

"Maybe I will, Yuyu."

✨ Bonus ✨

"So, are you still mad at Yunho for betraying his moral loyalty?" Wooyoung teased, nudging Mingi, who was still in shock. "I mean, she's only the nation's best League of Legends player. Do you still think you could go up against her?"

The tall dork cleared his throat, blinking as if that would help him regain his composure. "I might not be able to beat her in League, but that doesn't mean I can't beat her in winning Yunho's affections."

San raised an eyebrow, his expression clearly saying, "Really, brother?"

"Fine… I guess she is kinda cool," Mingi conceded. He crossed his arms, trying to maintain a tough demeanour, but there was no hiding the admiration in his voice. "I'll let her have him if she joins the championship."

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[1800titz]

18+

potteryinstructor!Harry who has bulging arms covered in ink, and a fun little, red-tinted pearl earring dangling from one ear, and dried clay over his lengthy fingers all the way up to his forearms.

He owns the unit below his apartment, but instead of a restaurant or a bar the staircase from his front door leads down to a pottery shop. It’s tucked away in a busy plaza downtown and when he washes his hands in one of those big utility sinks in the back the muck rinses away to reveal red polish decorating his nails.

The first time Y/N meets him she’s just wandered into the store alone — it’s empty of people and quiet besides the soft notes of RÜFÜS DU SOL leaking from the overhead speakers. She roams beside the line of wheels to admire the variety of little statues adorning the shelving, some obviously crafted with expertise and elegant artistry, and some lopsided efforts that probably deserve one of those meme you trieded stickers. She’s just about to head out, but then a very, very — ludicrously, practically — handsome man steps out from some room in the back, bi’s and tri’s working with rigid muscle as he wipes his hands off into a navy little rag. His skin is tanned and clean but streaks of dry clay still coat his white graphic tee. The gray staining on white feels sort of like a sin, but something about his nonchalant nature in the way that he regards her gives her the impression that he doesn’t really give a fuck.

potteryinstructor!Harry who convinces Y/N to hop on the wheel for a lesson because he's bored, and she's pretty, and no one's come in for the last two hours, and he's just been messing with clay. Who tells her, “Take your bracelet off for me,” in this totally innocuous manner, solely to preserve the condition of her jewelry, but the way he tacks on the for me in combination with his sexy, sexy, sexy demeanor has this warmth blooming in Y/N’s chest.

potteryinstructor!Harry whose jade irises bounce from the lump of clay as he cups over her palms with his own warm grip and works it into a shapely cylinder to her own concentrated expression.

potteryinstructor!Harry who manspreads on the little stool across from her and explains the different stages of pottery making, who laughs softly when he stands up and turns away for a second and the cylinder Y/N’s cradled starts to wobble and collapse, who helps her by pressing his much larger hands back over her own and sculpting it back up into something more even.

potteryinstructor!Harry who makes charismatic small talk — who the fuck can manage to make small talk charismatic? — cheek propped in his hand behind the counter as he watches her shape the clay.

potteryinstructor!Harry who doesn’t disrupt Y/N’s work as she carves swirls into the clay after its torched despite the fact that the shop has been closed for half an hour.

potteryinstructor!Harry who does great work with his hands on a wheel and possibly even greater work with his fingertips roaming between her sticky thighs. Who sinks the digits into her and thumbs over her clit. Who licks a stripe from the outer border of her collarbone all the way to her ear, nipping back down over her jugular.

potteryinstructor!Harry who bends her in half and grapples over the back of her left hip with his right hand as he tucks his cock into her, whose red-lacquered fingertips scratch at her scalp when he bunches her hair, when he tugs on it as he twists her head to the side to share a sloppy, open mouthed kiss, licking into her mouth. Who switches positions and sits back in a chair and coaxes her until she’s leant back with her palms propped over the sturdy muscles of his thighs, who cradles over her throat with ring-covered digits and seemingly effortlessly ruts up into her, brows pinched and strawberry mouth parted in ecstasy.

potteryinstructor!Harry, potteryinstructor!Harry, potteryinstructor!Harry.

[companionjones]

One Night/One Bed

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're staying with Henry during a convention. By the way, there's only one bed.

Warnings: Smut, Cursing

*******

"What? It's not funny?"

Henry's voice resulted in you immediately opening your eyes. You hadn't been asleep when you'd heard him. He was showing you a meme on his phone. You laughed.

"That's a pity laugh," he reprimanded jokingly.

"It is not!" you turned and lightly hit his shoulder.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm going to sleep anyway." Henry turned off his phone and moved to put it on his nightstand.

You figured the two of you should sleep. You both had a big day tomorrow. Henry had invited you to a convention he was attending. You coming had been a last minute thing, and Henry's people had only gotten him one hotel room, so you and Henry were sharing a bed that night. That was fine with you two. You and Henry had been friends for over a decade. It wasn't too weird for two friends to do, given the situation, right?

The way you and Henry had settled down, his leg was between your two. Things were quiet in the room for a moment, until Henry broke the silence. "You can't feel it, right?"

"No, I can't," you responded without thinking. Then, it hit you, "Wait, what do you mean?"

Though it was too dark to see the blush that could've been on Henry's cheeks, his voice still sounded sheepish. "What do you think I mean?"

"Oh..." You weren't sure what to say. "Um..." You figured honesty was the best policy. You swallowed, "I wouldn't be opposed..."

Henry gave a deep chuckle. "What else wouldn't you be opposed to? A business meeting?"

"Funny--" You went to joke with him again, but in doing so, you moved closer to him. You felt something a little lower on his leg than you expected.

After things were quiet for a moment more, Henry presumably decided to break the ice. "Did you think I was lying?" When he didn't get a response, he started to pull away. "I apologize if I made you uncomfortable--"

He was almost sitting up by the time you got a hold of the collar of his shirt. You pulled him back down to meet your lips.

Once Henry's mind caught up with your actions, he moaned into the kiss. Quickly, however, he pulled away. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked you.

"Yes," was all you got out before tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him in for another kiss.

Henry made quick work after that. He settled you underneath his large form, then moved on top of you. Henry helped you out of his shirt, then pulled off his own. He kissed you again as you slid your shorts and underwear down your legs.

As he shucked off his own lower clothing, Henry admitted to you, "God, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

"I betcha I've waited longer," you challenged with a smile.

"Really?" He didn't sound convinced.

You nodded, "Ever since I saw you in person in that Superman suit." You'd just missed knowing him during the filming of Man of Steel. You were talking about the filming of Batman v. Superman. That was two years after you had met him.

Henry one-upped you. "The Sanderson Dinner." That was the night he had met you.

You didn't know how else to respond other than to grab him by the neck and kiss him. You felt Henry's smile against your lips.

"Are you ready? Cause god knows I am," he declared once he parted from you.

Nodding, you almost begged, "Yes. God, yes. Please, just put it i--" You cut yourself off when your jaw went slack, and you grabbed onto Henry's biceps to anchor yourself. A small whimper escaped your lips.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful like this." Henry stroked the side of your head. He slowly pulled out of you, then slowly pushed back in.

"Oh, god," you sounded out, eyes screwed shut at the intensity.

Henry asked as his thrusts started to find a (still slow) rhythm, "How does it feel?"

"So good, Hen," you answered, eyes still closed.

He smiled, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear." He leaned down, and started going to work on your neck.

It felt so good to have him all over you. You tangled your fingers in his hair and moaned out, "Oh, Henry."

In response, he quickly licked his thumb, then started on your clit. He sped his thrusts up just a little bit.

"Oh, Henry!" you moaned louder, then came.

Once you came down, you noticed you had some drool on the side of your face. No sooner did you notice it that Henry was wiping it away. Actually, it was more like he was smearing it down the side of your face. You didn't care. To you, what Henry did made the whole scene even hotter.

"Think you can give me one more?" Henry asked as he finished ravishing your lips.

Vigorously, you nodded your head.

Henry once again sped up his thrusts. By then he was hitting much deeper in you than before.

"Fuck! Don't stop!" you begged, grabbing a handful of Henry's hair at the back of his head. It only took a few more thrusts for you to cum again, and Henry was right behind you. He helped you ride out your orgasm as he filled you with cum.

After what had to have been at least a couple minutes, you opened your eyes to find Henry Cavill gazing at you with enough intensity to burn a hole through a cement wall. The only thing to do was to kiss him. So you did. You pulled him close to you by the back of his head.

At that point, you and Henry sufficiently lost yourselves in each other. One of your hands stayed on his cheek while the other felt up his chest and landed on his shoulder. Henry's arms circled around you and held you close.

"Henry...Henry." You held him back and got his his attention. "We can't do this again tonight. You have to be up at five a.m.," you finished with a light chuckle.

He shook his head. "Screw tomorrow. I want to stay here with you."

"Very cute." You rolled your eyes.

"Hey." Henry got your attention by trapping your chin between his thumb and index finger. "I'm serious. If you told me to stay here tomorrow and not go to the convention, I wouldn't move a muscle."

You had to shake your head clear. "Are you serious?"

"Very much so," he promised, "I'm serious about this whole thing, if you'll have me."

You were already nodding before Henry was done talking. You kissed him before rolling on top of Henry and smirking. "Ready for Round 2?"

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[elysiaheaven]

Maybe Ronin X cannibal reader? But the reader hides it and our fav boy discovers them in the middle of "grabbing dinner"?

Happy halloween!-Ronin x Cannibal reader!

TW: Blood, Gore, Cannibal (reader), Cannibal jokes, Mention of body parts etc

"Bon Appétit" — Ronin x Cannibal!Reader

Ronin always knew something was off about you. Not in a bad way—just different.

Maybe it was how you always turned down dinner invites with a lazy excuse, or how you avoided restaurants altogether like they were some kind of trap.

It was a quiet night. Too quiet for Ronin’s liking. Normally, by now, you'd be spamming his phone with some dumb memes or asking if he wanted to hang out. But you’d gone radio silent.

He moves silently, the familiarity of sneaking around fitting like a second skin. Crowbar tucked loosely in his hand, boots crunching against the dusty floor.

He rounds a corner, and there you are—squatted low, your back to him, hands deep inside a body that still twitches, like a machine winding down. Blood coats your hands, sleeves stained from wrist to elbow. And the sound—the wet, ripping tear of flesh and sinew—makes something stir in him.

You’re so focused that you don’t even hear him. It’s almost funny. Almost cute.

He leans against the doorway, a smirk slowly curling on his lips.

"Well, well, well… what do we have here?"

You freeze. Every muscle in your body locks up, heart slamming in your chest. For a brief, foolish second, you think about pretending. Saying it’s not what it looks like, that you tripped and—yeah, no, that won’t work. You’ve got chunks of someone’s kidney in your hands.

Slowly, you turn your head, blood splattered across your face, meeting Ronin’s amused, knowing gaze. And shit, the way he’s looking at you—it’s not disgust, not fear. It’s something far worse: entertainment.

"Grabbing dinner without me?" he teases, cocking his head. "Kinda rude, don’t you think?"

You blink, momentarily thrown off by the calmness in his voice. "This isn’t... It’s not—"

Ronin cuts you off with a sharp laugh, like the situation is the funniest thing he’s seen in weeks. "Relax, sweetheart. You’re not the only freak in the room."

He steps closer, the crowbar tapping lightly against his thigh. The corpse at your feet is still fresh—blood pooling across the floor, the metallic scent thick in the air. But Ronin? He doesn’t flinch.

"Didn’t think you had it in you," he muses, crouching next to the body. His dark eyes flick between the dead man and your stained hands with an expression that can only be described as impressed. "Guess I underestimated you, huh?"

You stare at him, mind scrambling for some kind of response—some way to salvage the situation. But Ronin’s grin only widens, like he’s already five steps ahead of you.

"So... you always eat 'em like this, or is tonight a special occasion?" His voice is playful, like he’s making small talk about the weather.

"Relax, sweetheart," he interrupted smoothly, crouching down beside the dismembered body, inspecting the work with genuine curiosity. "You didn't really think you could hide this from me forever, did you?"

You shot him a glare, though it felt more like a defense mechanism than anything. "It’s not what it looks like."

“Oh no, it’s exactly what it looks like." Ronin’s grin widened. He leaned closer, his voice dipping into a conspiratorial whisper. "You’re a freak."

Your heart skipped, panic simmering beneath your skin. "Don’t tell anyone."

Ronin snorted, clearly amused by your fear. "Oh please. What am I, a snitch?" His plum-colored hair fell into his eyes as he tilted his head, studying your expression. "I’m not here to rat you out, babe. I'm here to see what makes you tick."

You didn’t know if that was more reassuring or terrifying.

Then he reached out, swiping his thumb across your cheek to wipe away a streak of blood. He held his thumb up, inspecting it like an artist admiring a brushstroke. “You’re messier than I thought you’d be. Kinda cute, actually.”

You slapped his hand away, scowling. "This isn't a joke, Ronin."

“Oh, it’s not?" His grin remained infuriatingly intact. "Could’ve fooled me. You're acting like this is some big shameful secret." He gave a mock gasp, eyes wide with exaggerated horror. "Oh no! Reader’s a cannibal!"

"Ronin—" You started, but he was already laughing.

"Relax, I’m not judging." He smirked, straightening up and brushing his hands off on his pants. “Not my place to tell you how to live your life. I mean…” His gaze flickered to the half-eaten remains. “At least you have good taste.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, exasperated. "You’re impossible."

“And you,” Ronin replied smugly, leaning in close enough that you could feel his breath against your neck, "are way too cute when you’re trying to look innocent."

Your stomach twisted—whether from embarrassment, guilt, or something much darker, you weren’t sure.

Ronin knew exactly what he was doing. Knew how to make your skin crawl and your heart race all at once. And the worst part? You liked it.

He clicked his tongue, patting your cheek with mock affection. "Don’t worry, sweetheart. Your little secret’s safe with me."

he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder, tossing you one last grin.

"You know, if you were hungry... you could've just told me."

Your breath catches, caught between the weight of his words and the dangerous glint in his eye. He tilts his head, watching your reaction with interest, like you’re some puzzle he can’t wait to solve.

"Next time," Ronin says, dragging the crowbar lightly across the floor, "let me help."

Your heart stutters at the offer—half a threat, half a promise.

Then, as casually as if he’s offering to grab takeout, he adds, "I’d love to see how you do it up close."

You blinked, stunned into silence, as he sauntered off into the night—like walking in on a literal crime scene was just another Tuesday.

And somehow, you knew—without a doubt—that this wasn’t the last time Ronin would come snooping around about this.

The next time you saw Ronin, he came bearing… gifts.

The sun had barely set when you heard a knock—three soft taps against the flimsy metal door of the same old building you'd started using as your… dining room. You knew it was him before you even opened it. Only Ronin knocked like he owned the damn place.

And sure enough, there he stood on the other side, a mischievous grin stretching across his lips. But what made your stomach drop (or maybe growl) was what—or who—he had slung over his shoulder.

"Look what I found," Ronin said cheerfully, like he was showing off a stray dog. "Nice and fresh."

The man groaned—still alive, barely—but Ronin adjusted his grip on him like he was nothing more than luggage.

You stared. "Ronin, what the hell—?"

"Relax," he cooed, brushing past you like this was some kind of surprise party. He dumped the man onto the floor with a careless thud, crouching beside him to give the guy’s cheek a little pat. "This one won’t be missed. Scumbag. Thought I’d save you the trouble."

You crossed your arms, feeling a mix of dread and something uncomfortably close to excitement swirl in your gut. "You’re really okay with this?"

Ronin shot you a sly grin, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Let’s just say… I’ve got a flexible moral code." He stood, nudging the guy with the toe of his boot. "Besides, I figured—if you're going to do this, might as well have some company, right?"

The man groaned again, half-conscious, as Ronin turned to you. His gaze softened just a little—just enough to make your stomach flip. "You gotta eat, babe."

You swallowed thickly. "I don't think—"

Ronin stepped in close, tilting his head so his lips were almost brushing your ear. "C’mon, sweetheart. No use playing shy now. You’ve already got blood on your hands."

His voice was low, warm—like a devil tempting you to cross the line you were already standing on. And the worst part? You wanted to. You really wanted to.

He leaned back, hands in his pockets, watching you with that lazy grin. "Or do I need to feed you myself?"

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder. "I can handle it, idiot."

"That's the spirit," he chuckled, stepping aside to give you room to work. "Now let’s see those culinary skills in action."

The hunger gnawed at you, sharp and insistent, and before you knew it, you were crouching beside the man, the world narrowing down to the sound of his shallow breaths and the promise of iron on your tongue.

Ronin crouched next to you, utterly unbothered as you began. His hand brushed lightly against your back—comforting, almost affectionate—as if this were some intimate little date instead of… well, this.

He stayed close, watching with fascination as you fed, his smirk never wavering. When you paused to catch your breath, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, he tilted his head and grinned.

"You look good like this, y’know."

"Shut up," you muttered, though the heat in your face betrayed you.

He rolled his sleeves up lazily, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Alright, sweetheart. Open wide."

You shot him an incredulous look, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "I can feed myself, Ronin."

"Yeah, yeah. But where’s the fun in that?" he teased, plucking a choice piece from the victim’s bloodied arm like he was sampling charcuterie at some upscale event. "C’mon, let me spoil you a little. You earned it."

The way his voice dipped sent a chill down your spine—like this was a game to him, and you were the star of his twisted little fantasy. It was equal parts infuriating and… intoxicating. He was good at that, pulling you in just enough to leave you breathless, unsure whether you wanted to kiss him or hit him.

"Ronin—"

Before you could protest further, he pressed the piece of flesh against your lips, grinning wickedly. "Say ‘ahh.’"

You glared, but the hunger gnawed at you relentlessly, and damn it—he looked so pleased with himself, like this was the most romantic thing he could do. With a heavy sigh, you parted your lips. His smirk widened.

"There we go," he murmured, almost reverently, as he slipped the morsel into your mouth. "Tastes better when someone feeds you, right?"

The warmth of the meat, the metallic tang still lingering on your tongue—it sent shivers down your spine. But the worst part wasn’t the taste. It was him. The way he looked at you with a blend of admiration and possession, like you were his favorite meal.

"Good, yeah?" he whispered, as if he needed the confirmation.

You bit down slowly, savoring the taste and the strange thrill of it all. He watched every movement—eyes dark and full of satisfaction—like he'd just pulled off the most intimate act in the world. And maybe, in his twisted way, he had.

"See?" he whispered, wiping a stray drop of blood from your lip with his thumb. "Told you I’d take care of you."

You swallowed, the heat in your chest spreading, equal parts shame and satisfaction.

"You're enjoying this way too much," you muttered, voice low.

Ronin just chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "And you love that about me."

And as much as you hated to admit it… he wasn’t wrong.

He fed you again, slow and deliberate, like this was some dark, sacred ritual between the two of you. Each bite came with a grin, each touch a silent promise—he would never judge you for what you were. Hell, he loved it. He thrived on it, the corruption, the intimacy, the shared depravity.

When the meal was over, you leaned back, exhaling a shaky breath. Ronin wiped your mouth again, his touch lingering.

"Feel better?" he asked, his voice low and warm.

"Yeah," you admitted reluctantly.

His grin widened, a spark of triumph flashing in his eyes. "Good." He leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear. "Next time, I’ll pick someone even better."

You knew you should feel horrified. You knew you should push him away. But instead, you smiled.

"Deal."

Now, you know Ronin wasn't the man of his words. He's a snitch. That just told your secret to Angel, You know both of them were close, You just felt happy Ronin could share some things from his chest.

But, he did snitch you.

Happily, Angel was your type so, same blood in the same habit?

Later in the server. In the channel where all past Ronin's past and present love interests reside (literally)

#ur-angel-or-yuor-devil-or writer darlin who's a maneater

[Angelic]- I can't believe you're actually a cannibal y/n...

[You]- Fucking Beaufort.

[Goreboy]- Darlin, you Have a Friend now. Angel will be very happy right now. she has gotten a new best friend.

[Angelic]- Don't bully them, Ronin.

[Goreboy]- I'm not, This just Made Y/n x 666 Interesting! I have a new Goal.

[You]- lemme guess, another 666 kills?

[Goreboy]- Ding Ding, Have you ever eaten a detective? Your deduction skills are ultimate. You're Right, But, It's for you. 666 kills for you darlin! Be prepared. As a good Boyfriend it's only Valid that I gift you something Like this. Mark NeXT's year V-day.

[You]- .......................

[Angelic]- Never thought, He will become seriously damned this much.

[Goreboy]- Tho, It's interesting how the past lover and the present lover is both Cannibal. My god this is a miracle.

[Angelic]- Hey, Y/n? Have wanna the devil for dinner? He's speaking too much isn't he?

[You]- Be my guest angel, Also yes.

[Goreboy]- Getting Eaten by Two Angels. No Thank You. This is such a Boring Way to Die.

[You]- then just shut the fuck up edgy-boi

[Goreboy]- You Have to Face my Bullshit Darlin, Be prepared from now On, Cause shit- you need to realize it's a Lifetime relationship.

[You]- Thank god, I took lessons from Miss Ai hua to deal with people like you. Apparently she used to use memes to shut up Mr. Vince,

[Goreboy]- Oh? You think A meme? can Stop me?

[You]- I believe it's the person in the meme is our god 'twink'

[Angelic]- I get it.

[You]- Ronin, I love you but God Christ, Please shut up for now.

If you speak tormenting me and angel, I will compare you to JD because of the twink reason. If you think the meme was unfunny. I wasn't talking about the meme Mr. Beaufort.

[Goreboy]- ........

I cease.

Congrats, you made the devil to shut up! HAPPY HALLOWEEN LOSER!

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Saw this meme and iiiiii did a thing... a steddie thing... obviously

( Eddie has a small dick in this if you don't like it don't read it. We support small dick supremacy in this house thank you for your time. 😊 )

😅😅😅

I'm picturing them at a bar. I wanna say maybe Steve is the bar tender, and he's been seeing Eddie around. He comes in. Talks a little, he's kinda quiet. Like he's stuck in his head, like he comes there to think. He's always scribbling things on napkins. Steve thinks they might be song lyrics, the way Eddie hums and taps his fingers as he writes.

But Steve obviously sees him looking at him sometimes. It's a gay bar, it happens, but Eddie doesn't leer at him, or chat him up in that way. It's always just friendly conversation.

Steve kind of loves it. Loves being able to just chat and not worry about getting stalked out to his car by a creep. And then one day some drunk dude is hitting on Eddie HARD. Leaning into him and grabbing at his arm and just when Steve is about to say something the guy actually says the words,

"how big is that dick?" Like... in real life. Out loud. And grabs for Eddie's thigh, and Steve watches Eddie catch his wrist, easy, watches him shove the guys hand back at him, saying,

"small. Leave me alone." Without even looking at him. And Steve fucking barks a laugh because that was... fucking hilarious. But also... kinda hot. Like, he's known he likes Eddie for awhile but seeing someone come on to him had sealed the deal, jealousy crawling over his skin, but then seeing Eddie shut it down, in the funniest fucking way Steve had ever seen, had just slammed it into place.

The guy scowls, says something rude, and stalks off. But Eddie is looking at Steve cuz he's still chuckling. Doing that cough thing like he's trying to cover it up but the laugh is still extremely prominent through the coughing. And Eddie watches him with raised eyebrows cuz like... damn okay. Cute bar tender thinks he's funny. And Steve is like,

"Sorry man. That was just, fuckin hilarious. Not the guy grabbing you, obviously, just, how you delt with it. Like that was... the best thing I've seen in awhile. Just... just sayin." He shakes his head to stop himself rambling more, he needs more friends to hangout with besides Robin, she's rubbing off on him. So he just reaches into the cooler and grabs Eddie his usual beer, slides it over the bartop to him, tells him it's on the house.

"Thanks." Is all Eddie says, but he looks happy, small smile still on his face.

And when the bar's closing, and Eddie is still there, just idly talking to Steve all night. Steve takes a chance. Says some cheesey line about letting Eddie walk him home. And Eddie flushes red to his ears but nods, takes the last sip of his beer and helps Steve flip the chairs onto the tables so he can do a quick sweep. Steve's locking the door when he hears Eddie clear his throat awkwardly, like he wants to say something. Steve looks at him, waits.

"I uh... look I know you thought I was being funny... earlier." Eddie scratches his head, nods into the bar. Steve nods, lets him continue.

"But I uh- I was also being serious?" He grimaces, eyes on the ground.

"So if that's like... a deal breaker? That's- that's totally okay. I just uh... I dont know. Thought I should maybe warn you before- before anything...happens?" His eyes widen and he takes a step back.

"Not that anything was gonna happen! Like I wasn't expecting... THAT. I just... oh my god I don't know. People can be assholes about small dicks so I just wanted to be up-front about it in case you thought I was kidding when I told that guy that. Cuz I was being serious and I'm gonna stop talking. Jesus christ." He breathes the last part, shaking his head at himself, his face twisted in what looks like pain. Steve thinks he's fucking adorable.

He steps closer, puts his hands on Eddie's hips and pushes him gently against the brickwall of the bar. Rests his head against Eddie's as he laughs a little, Steve's fingers pressing into his hips tickling a bit.

"I don't care. Honestly I uh..." he pauses, pulls back to look at Eddie, his eyes are wide, his cheeks are a deep pink now.

"I was kinda hopin you weren't kidding." Steve tilts his head, smirks at Eddie, just a little. A light smirk. Not the full thing, doesn't wanna overwhelme him. Yet. Eddie sucks in air, blinks at him.

"Oh. Yeah?" He asks, his voice breathy, pitched higher than usual. Steve nods, sinks his teeth into his lip, and brushes his nose against Eddie's.

"Yeah. Still wanna walk me home?" Steve asks, staying close. Eddie nods, his hands moving to Steve's shoulders.

"Yeah. Yes absolutely. I'd love that. I'd love too." He rambles, swallowing hard.

And Steve can't help himself anymore, ducks forward and presses a soft kiss to his lips. Eddie makes a little sound in his throat and Steve fucking adores it. Already in so deep for this guy. But it's been months. Eddie's not a new thing in his life. Just, this part of it is new.

Eddie blinks at him when he pulls back, steps away from Eddie but holds out his hand. Eddie smiles, reaches out and takes it, lets Steve drag him away from the wall and down the sidewalk. Their fingers laced together, hands swaying between them as they walk through the dark.

[isnotwhatyourethinking]

One For The Ages

Cassian x Fem!Reader AU

Cassian Appreciation Week 2024

Day Six: Birthday

Summary: Cassian's been feeling a bit down since you both took a break due to some silly miscommunication, so his friends, Feyre, Mor, and Azriel, persuade him to go out for drinks, his birthday being the perfect excuse for the outing. As the night unfolds at Rita's, Cassian walks into an unplanned birthday surprise, and a song that helps bridge the gap between you two.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: happy @cassianappreciationweek! this one-shot is for all the cheesy hearts, for the readers that want nothing but young, unfiltered, unapologetic, flirty, coma-inducing love between them and our favorite Illyrian baby <3 

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, language if you squint, reader is a bit of a brat, a dash of angst, and nothing but feet-kicking, giggle-inducing fluff fluff fluff

All ACOTAR rights to the genius of Sarah J Maas✨

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Mor and Feyre had been relentless, trying to drag Cassian out of his funk ever since the breakup. 

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Cassian had decided to take a break over some stupid miscommunication. He had tried to explain himself countless times, but you, as stubborn and proud as you were, hadn’t given him the chance. Two days ago he'd spoken to Rhys, hoping to get some advice on the situation, and Rhys had told him to give you some time and space to think things through, and he had, even though he still missed you terribly. 

He’d spent the day between meetings checking his phone for a message from you, a notification, a TikTok meme—any sign that you still cared—but nothing came. He wished he spent the day with you, though he knew his friends might have something planned, and he certainly appreciated the distraction. As it just so happened that today, on his birthday, the girls finally had the perfect excuse to take him out for drinks. 

Azriel walked into their shared apartment, arms loaded with bottles of aged tequila, chips and salsa. He found Cassian wrapping up a virtual coaching session, clearly planning to stay home after a quick shower. 

"Don't be a boring baby, Cass. It's your birthday. Get out and enjoy it," Az chided, setting the supplies on the kitchen counter.

Cassian arched an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "Even you want to go out and celebrate? Who are you, and what have you done with my roommate?"

Az smirked, pouring two shots of tequila. "Just trying to get you out of your cave for once.”

Then he hooked an arm around Cassian's neck, pulling him into a playful headlock. With his free hand, he formed a fist and rubbed his knuckles into Cassian's hair, mussing it. Cassian grumbled, but a small smile crept onto his face as Azriel's quiet laugh filled the room. 

“Cheers to your birthday, man." 

They clinked glasses just as the buzzer rang. Azriel pressed the intercommunicator and two loud voices greeted him with a singsong.

"Go, Cassian! It's your birthday! We gon' party like it's your birthday!”

"Aaand that’ll be Mor and Feyre," Az said, buzzing them in. "Now go shower and get ready. You’re not weaseling out of this."

Cassian sighed and made his way to his room, still brooding a little over tonight's outing, but grateful for his friends, the group he had come to call family.

Moments later, two noisy girls burst into the apartment, each carrying a small bag containing a gift, already dressed and ready to hit Rita's. Mor and Feyre walked in with playful smiles that quickly faded when they saw the look on Azriel's face as he greeted them. 

"Hello, ladies. It looks like the party just arrived.” He leaned in to hug Mor first, then Feyre, while he said in a hushed tone:

"He's getting ready, still not in the mood, though."

Mor leaned in, whispering, "Any word from Y/N?" Feyre glanced hopefully at Az, who shook his head.

Both sighed in disappointment while dropping both gift bags on the kitchen counter, their hopes for a reconciliation dampened. 

You, Feyre and Morrigan were inseparable ever since you and Cassian had become best friends, even More so when you started dating. Whether it was planning girls’ nights out, painting each other’s nails, or curling up to watch scary movies, your time together was always filled with laughter and closeness; you formed a trio that was not just friends, but a cherished sisterhood that had not been the same since the breakup. The girls had been there for you through and through, even to call you out on your bullshit when you told them you were not sure if you were ready to forgive him. 

“Girl, it wasn’t that bad. You gotta let it go,” Mor had said in a teasing tone while rolling her eyes at you. And you knew it wasn't, you knew you were acting like a brat; they still loved you and didn't judge you, nonetheless.

From his room, Cassian's voice boomed, "You know I can hear you scheming, right?"

The girls giggled, and Mor called out, "Hurry up, Cassian! Amren and Rhys are meeting us at Rita's, and they should be there by now."

Cassian emerged, wearing a leather jacket, worn jeans, black boots, and a Van Halen t-shirt that wrapped tightly every single perfectly crafted muscle on him. He joined the group in the living room for pregame drinks. 

"Don’t think I didn’t miss you got my favorite tequila," he remarked to Az, offering him a wide grin.

Az winked at him. "Yeah, apparently that's what it takes to get you to leave this apartment."

They all laughed, clinking their glasses and taking shots. After a few minutes of catching up, and a few more shots, they left in almost a hurry to their Uber, closing the door behind them as the home phone rang, unanswered. The voicemail clicked on, a robotic voice echoing through the apartment:

"Please leave your message after the tone. BEEP."

"Hey, Cass. I know it's been a while. I’m sorry, I, uh, texted earlier but wasn't sure if you got my message. Anyway, are you coming to Rita's tonight?” Your nervous tone rang loudly over the background noise of drinks and chatter, “I was hoping to, uh… wish you a happy birthday. Plus, it's buy-one-get-one-free happy hour and karaoke night…! Shit, I'm ranting. Sorr—" 

“Your mailbox is full.” 

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Rita's was busting. The whole place was loud with pounding bass and bursts of laughter, as more and more people made their way to a corner of the bar, some still wearing work attire, but most likely all waiting for their turn to submit their karaoke song requests. You sat next to Emerie at the bar, leaning against the sticky surface as you awaited the shots you had ordered, and your song to come up. You constantly turned your face back to check the door, hoping he’d come tonight.

Emerie was tired of your antics.

“You’re making me nervous.”

You sighed. “Sorry I’m being a wreck tonight… should I call again, though?”

Emerie blanked her eyes at you with astonishment. “Y/N, be for real. You already texted and left a voicemail. We don’t want to sound desperate, do we? Besides, I think I saw Amren a minute ago. They’re all most likely coming.”

A pang of hope hit your chest. 

You’d been busy with work, this week going so fast you hadn’t had the time or energy to reevaluate Mor and Feyre’s advice, and more so to acknowledge you had indeed made a mistake and should have given Cassian the chance to explain himself. And you hated fighting with your best friend, much less on his birthday, as you had already planned over a month ago a couple’s retreat in Big Bear for this weekend—just the two of you in a quaint cabin secluded by the lake, phones on do-not-disturb, a schedule of all of his favorite outdoor activities, and some of the indoor activities that you both enjoyed, too. 

You hoped that if he came, he would at least hear your sorry-ass apology for being a proud snot, even if he wasn't interested in the birthday present, and you would finally give him the opportunity to talk, as you should have done in the first place.

You sighed once again with the turmoil of regrets in your head, ready to hit another shot of gin, when the DJ announced your name, letting you know it’s your turn and your song is about to come up.

Emerie’s head suddenly snapped back at you with a wide grin and complicit eyes, excitingly tapping the bar as the melody started. You finally finished your shot of gin, trying to gain some confidence. 

As you made your way to the corner of the bar towards the karaoke booth, where the DJ reached out with his arm to give you the microphone, you realized you were actually looking forward to this moment, to release the stress of the work week and the restlessness that sleeping without Cassian cuddling you these past few weeks had left you. 

The screen next to the karaoke booth lit up with the image of pink cotton candy skies, and the lyrics started playing in a fuchsia glitter font:

Ah

Ah

Ah

Ah

Ah

Emerie began clapping with an occasional “YAAASS” that tinged your cheek with embarrassment as you tentatively swayed on the small stage and brought the mic close to your mouth, when a familiar towering shape crossed the bar entrance with an entourage you knew all too well. Feyre came first, rushing into the bar and screeching with excitement while dragging Mor by the hand to meet Emerie, and you definitely did not miss how Mor and Emerie exchanged flirty looks.

All your confidence sank to your stomach when you saw Cassian walking in behind them, mindlessly heading towards the bar with a distracted look. Azriel elbowed him, nodding his chin towards you. Cassian’s eyes lit up, drifting in a flicker to the sundress he loved to see you wearing, and his jaw dropped faintly as you had no other choice but to start singing the song you had been blasting for weeks since the breakup:

Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts

Flashbacks waking me up

I get drunk, but it's not enough

'Cause the morning comes, and you're not my baby

You continued singing with a somewhat shy demeanor, though the grin that grew on Cassian's lips gave you the encouragement you needed to keep going. 

You both loved coming to Rita’s on karaoke nights. It had become an unspoken rule between you two—whenever the work week felt like a little too much, you'd come here to rant about clients, coworkers, or both, in the middle of 2x1 drinks and your poorly sung favorite songs.

Emerie, Feyre, and Mor, were now cheering you with shot glasses in their hands, Mor whistling loudly, while Cassian and Azriel tried to get the bartender's attention from the now impossibly crowded bar to order more drinks for the group. 

You sang with the newfound boldness Cassian’s grin gave you from the bar, never losing sight of you as you savored every single word that had held you up these past few days, your smile barely reaching your eyes as his attention fixed on you.

I look through the windows of this love

Even though we boarded them up

Chandelier's still flickering here

'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not

It's death by a thousand cuts

The words kept pouring out just like the many shots of gin you’d had earlier, and you now regretted having that many as your skin felt too warm, too sweaty, too exposed to the crowd gathering in front of you. You tried to shake off the uneasy feeling that started to creep up on you when you saw Cassian click his tequila shot with Az, hit it while keeping a straight face, and walk towards the karaoke booth to your left.

Oh, Gods. 

He now reached the DJ, whispering something in his ear that made him laugh and reach out for something under his desk. Never mind him, keep singing, you told yourself, trying to ignore the fact that he now held a microphone and was walking onto the stage with a roguish smile that shattered any remnant of pride left in you. He walked towards you and reached for your hand as he began to sing playfully, staring into your eyes:

You said it was a great love

One for the ages

But if the story's over

Why am I still writing pages?

You shook your head in disbelief, covering your face with a knowingly amused expression that implied this was typical Cassian behavior, as now both of you were singing the next few lines in unison, while the now larger crowd cheered, and familiar faces sang along from the front line: Feyre stood in front of Rhys, who hugged her from behind; Mor and Emerie sang loudly, chanting and waving every word with frenzied exaggeration; and Azriel and Amren recorded a video with their cellphones, eyes full of amusement, knowing they’d use the evidence to tease you both in the future.

Cassian never stopped facing you, now solo singing with eyes glinting as he relished the next lines like they’d been written for you only:

My heart, my hips, my body, my love

Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch

Gave up on me like I was a bad drug

But you didn’t back down, spitting back the lyrics you knew by heart, all this time never paying attention to the prompts on the screen,

My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust

Trying to find a part of me you didn't take up

Gave you too much but it wasn't enough

But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts

The back-and-forth continued until you both finished the song, almost panting and laughing. Your friends, the crowd, the DJ, hell, even Rita, who had been watching from behind the bar, cheered for yet another entertaining karaoke-after-work Friday at the bar, which by this time of the night was always packed with drunk patrons.

Still holding hands as he wouldn’t let go yours, you both left the stage to greet your friends after returning the microphones, and before any of their teasing began, Cassian excused himself to pull you into a quieter hallway by the restrooms, his chest heaving while he placed himself impossibly close to you to address the elephant in the room.

He moved a strand of your hair away from your face with such a delicate touch that you subtly shivered.

“You came.”

"I, uh, wasn't sure if you'd be happy to see me here," you said tentatively, lifting your head as high as you could to meet his gorgeous hazel eyes, wondering if you could go another minute without kissing him, and foolishly telling yourself that it was probably the gin talking, “but I wanted to see you, I wanted to say I’m s—”

"No, wait, Y/N. I'm sorry. About our anniversary." Cass interrupted with eagerness before you could finish, his eyes reflecting nothing but regret, holding yours with a suffocating intensity that almost made your knees buckle.

"I swear, I had plans for us, I wanted us to spend a few days away from everything and everyone like we've always talked about, but I closed my two biggest accounts to date by offering them a free one-on-one, and they could only do it that weekend."

You could see his excitement as he spoke, you'd heard him rant many times in the past about how much these clients meant to him. 

"The Vanserras?" 

"Can you believe it, baby? They booked me for the next couple of years," he nodded with another breathtaking grin, a charming smile that should be the end of you by how it made you reach out for his impossibly toned arms, his broad chest, up until you playfully reached his messy bun.

"I'm—that's fantastic, Cass, I'm so happy for you!" Emotions swirled in your stomach as the gin finally settled in your system, and your eyes stung with tears as soon as you started apologizing profusely for acting so immaturely. He leaned in for an embrace, resting his face on your neck while his nose and stubble tickled softly your ear and cheek.

"Sweetheart, if anything, I should be sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you," he whispered in a rich baritone that made you clench your thighs together.

"Now, let's wipe these tears from that pretty face," he said as he pulled away to grab your chin softly, gingerly kissing your eyes, tiny drops fading away on his lips. 

He glanced back at you with a look you had seen many times at this same place, those two pools of honey projecting the clear intention of appealing to your competitive side, for he knew just how to taunt you and make your whole body flutter with excitement, he knew how to make you feel that you had to be the luckiest girl in the world. 

Oh, you knew what was coming next. And it meant war.

“Are you ready to duo Runnin’ With the Devil, or are you too scared to break your perfect streak? And I won’t take no for an answer because it’s my birthday.”

"You think I'm going to let you win this time just because it's your birthday? Big spoiled baby," you taunted back, tutting in a flirtatious tone that made him pull you in for a kiss. “For your information, I already got you a birthday present.”

“Yeah?” he whispered between kisses, your lips losing themselves in a breathless dance.

“Yeah. We’re going to Big Bear.”

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yes cassian’s a van halen fan it’s headcanon

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The Girl in Fatal Lavenders

Fanfic Written and Illustrated by @lizaluvsthis

Idea of creation by @itsajjanea

Summary: SMG4 has found someone new, much to Three's dismay. He couldn't help it but feel like something is wrong with his new "Girlfriend" and that there is something more going on with her than just being all 'kind' and 'polite' to people, especially with SMG4.

will SMG4 still end up being inlove with the Lavender Girl? or does he end up with Three's open heart

Tags: Enemies to Friends, Sun and Moon, angst, betrayal, catching feelings, comfort, hurt/comfort, drama, enemies to lovers, enemy, fluff, oblivious, slowburn, fruityass, gayness

Relationships:

SMG4/SMG3

Mario & Meggy Spletzer

Meggy & SMG3

SMG4 & Original Character

PuzzleVision(TvAdware) & Original Character

SMG3 & Mario

SMG4 & Mario

Chapter: Prologue...

A month ago…

Down from the hell hold of the monstrous abyss, the flesh and eyes, the wandering of its small parts. Scattering like worms around the floor.

As one of the pieces of rotting flesh makes its way out of the shoes where it happened to appear.

“Why isn’t this quite exciting?” a static audio of the voice played on, whereas he picked up the rotting flesh with his bare gloves. “This shall do with my perfect creation… I’d be dying to see torment with our view… don’t you just love how they suffer?”

TV Adware smiled at the small creation he made, seeing it wiggle out from the pinch of his fingers, he let it go, dropping itself to the ground as he proceedingly stomped at his failed creation.

As it dies and serves up its insides shown.

“Pointless” Adware rubs off the remaining blood from his shoe, scraping it down to the hard and solid ground. He ventured across the remains of each and part of the hell hole in search for a specific object.

The USB…

Searching through the pile of rocks, adware had finally found the missing USB… Thankfully the contents still remain on track and still keep it working.

“If I couldn’t get my hands on reach to the “Content man” then I prefer settling this, with a trick up my sleeve… my fellow friend”

Adware then raised the usb concentrating his power, putting a strong force at the object. The color that was yellow turned to the color of red, switching up to blue.

As it mixed together it formed the glow of lightish purple.

With the usb holding steady in the air, the sides bursted out black ink revealing its form. The black goo is now set free holding itself to the usb.

“My, my little creation. You seemed feisty in your little cage…” the goo shared out whispers in a quiet submerged air.

“This is going to be so… fun…” he smiled, raising both of his hands, pulling out the goo and putting it on its form.

His new creation has now been formed from the goop’s liquid. “I have a mission for you…” he walked around the creation as the goop went inside its mouth.

“Your body is in its human form, tho it wouldn’t last. Temporarily, get us our target little one. His name is SMG4” The creation opened its dead eyes, as Adware gave them the Usb.

“What shall my name be called? Master?” Receiving the usb, she held onto it with a grasp on her left hand bowing down at her creator.

“You will be named- —------” he patted her head.

“Run along creation, you will be starting this…”

The creation looked at the usb, opening her mouth as she swallowed down. Inheriting amounts of content and loads of memes giving its body life.

The dead eyes of hers began to have a sparkle.

“Do not worry master…” adware chuckled, “manners, call me PuzzleVision…”

“I will succeed my duty as a living vessel from this mortal body, and I will give back our target. SMG4…” in her truth of evil, she walked away at PuzzleVision with the devil themself. She smiled.

Seeing a close to broken computer from a feet away, still worked its own power from the software.

With just a little knowledge of memes she had from the computer, they made this as an opportunity to bring SMG4 down.

Logging in from discord, she joins a server located where SMG4 is currently active.

“Welcome to the “House of Memes” Server @----- you’re free to stay in our humble home of meme contents! Please read the #rules and be respectful to everyone, remember to put your intro at #introductions”

They quickly went to the intro channel, typing down the common notes. Name, Age, Hobbies, interests, goals, etc. Sending out the message, surprised for people to get caught up on.

—

7KNightsWrld: YOO @SuperMayroGlitchy4 look at this!

SMG4: Hey there new member! Happy to have you aboard!

—----: thank you.

—

This is a perfect opportunity to talk to the man and convince him.

“I hope you’re prepared for this SMG4…”

The creation hummed from their evil idea, and started to laugh. With SMG4 unaware of what will happen- His life is in its debt.

There is a picture from the media where SMG4 is having a gaming night with the orange haired girl, the red fat man, and next to him was the purple and black.

The goop suddenly recognized the faces during their last encounter with them. “Pathetic.”

They looked at the purple man, with his clear face and red eyes. Over with the beard and the hat.

He was the danger. He is a distraction. “Who would’ve guessed that a person like him could ever love SMG4?” recalling the past where he opened up to save SMG4’s life and risked everything just for him.

“Disgusting.” love is never part of them, pain and hatred ruled over the parts.

-

7KNightsWrld: you’re lucky to be here cause SMG4 said he’s been wanting to find a girlfriend xD

SMG4: KN STFU I’M PUTTING YOU ON MUTE-

@SMG4 set @7KNightsWrld on timeout for 24 hours

-

“Perfect… I’ll be his “wonderful” girlfriend…”

Her eyes turned red, craving out of Four’s wants.

This will be… Interesting…

End of Prologue...

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Next Chapter- 1 New Person, 1 New Goal

[1ST CHAPTER COMPLETED ]

[lemoneyshipz]

list of dreamling headcannons i have, some may or may not be me projecting:

Dream likes food that are sweet, soft and small enough that he can hold and nibble on, like fruit pieces, brownie squares, soft cookies, small cakes and pastries

Hob is not myopic but slightly hyperopic and would need reading glasses to grade and do paperwork

Dream dissociates, like a LOT, and it get worse after his imprisonment, most of the time he (and other ppl) doesn’t even realize it but he would space out, go on autopilot and become less responsive until someone (hob) pulls him out of it

Hob would collect random trinkets and then forgets about them, ranges from small jewelry pieces (some really old at this point), toy figurines, smoothed out porcelain shards, corks, or cool rocks, and those would piles up in his flat until Matthew steals them again for his own collection, Hob rarely notices, and when he do he doesn’t mind

Hob keeps up with his memes and slangs but would mix them up bc he literally cannot keep track of their timeline, like these tumblr posts? these are Hob

Hob doesn’t know this but he’s tiktok famous bc of videos of him ranting about Shakespeare or mixing up his slangs or just reveals the craziest of life stories, ppl in the comments like “👀 is he single” and his student reply “no he’s married to a hot goth who visits sometimes”

Hob doesn’t teach history bc they get soo many things wrong and he can’t stand it, he teaches classic literature analysis instead and shares random history or other random facts he learned over the years in class.

Hob has a hard time falling asleep without cuddling something in his arms, usually its a pillow but it’s now replaced by Dream. Dream doesn’t sleep but he appreciates the cuddles and it allows him a couple of hours of peace and quiet to blank out when needed.

Matthew was Hob’s best man (he had a tiny collar and bowtie and everything), Lucienne was Dream’s librarian of honor, Fiddler’s Green officiated the wedding and Death walked Dream down the aisle. Time & Night were not invited but Calliope was

They had their wedding in front of the new inn but held a separate celebration in the dreaming so all the lil dreams and nightmares can be a part of it

They both ADORE Ghibli films, the classic, whimsical fairytale/fantasy is right up Dream’s alley not to mention the artistry and all the dreams they have inspired

[bbyquokka]

brat

pairing: lee felix x fem reader

genre: gamer & streamer felix, smut – MDNI

synopsis: you just wanted felix's attention, so he gives it to you

warnings: explicit sexual content, she/her pronouns, smut, dom felix, sub reader, brat tamer felix, established relationship, oral sex (m rec), unprotected penetration (piv), voice kink, daddy kink (reader calls felix daddy), bulge kink, vaginal fingering, clit play, orgasm denial, degrading name (slut), throat fucking, deep throating, cum on body (face), cum sharing, creampie, subspace, pet names (darling, baby girl, etc), multiple orgasms, squirting, aftercare

words: 4.5k ~ (4592)

☆ m.list — ☆ you can also read it on my ao3

do not repost and/or translate! feedback & reblogs are highly advised and appreciated

you drag the shopping bags through your shared apartment, letting out a heavy sigh. you went shopping as you needed, or rather, wanted, some new décor for your home. the apartment is quiet, but that's not unusual for you.

you share your apartment with your long term boyfriend, lee felix. he's a typical gamer and likes to spend the majority of his free time in front of his pc screen playing overwatch, genshin impact or league of legends. he also likes to stream but faceless, claiming that “letting the viewers decide on how he looks, is fun and amusing.”

felix is a handsome man with fairy like tendencies. his bright smile and child like antics can light up any room, however don't be fooled by his looks because his voice is something else.

it's deep and velvety. it's the type to make goosebumps rise onto the surface of your skin, the type to make you ask him to speak because you're unsure whether that's his real voice. you sometimes second guess when it comes to his voice.

you hear a deep chuckle followed by felix talking. you two didn't have plans for anyone to come over so that could only leave one other option: felix is streaming.

you walk to the bedroom, shopping bag in hand. you want to show felix what you have bought for the apartment. you want his praises, his approval. you want him to call you a good girl for shopping alone. felix's praises give you that bubbly feeling in your stomach, making you feel giddy and you want them now! 

felix is currently doing an asmr special in celebration of hitting 3k followers on twitch. you stand in his peripheral vision, trying to catch his attention. he looks at you, smiling softly and blowing a kiss at you thinking you just wanted to make it known that you're home. you blow a kiss back before pointing at the shopping bag, indicating that you want to show him.

“i'll be with you in 5 minutes!” felix mouths. you give him a small pout before shrugging and sitting on the bed, patiently waiting for him to finish up.

five minutes is nothing, you can wait that long.

five minutes turns to ten, then thirty, then fourty. you lay on the bed, arms extended in the air with your phone in hand as you text your best friend, sending them tiktok links and memes. you occasionally glance over at felix, brows furrowing when you hear him continuing on with his asmr and interacting with his fans.

you don't mind felix doing this. you love how supportive, interactive and thankful he is of his viewers, however, you're his girlfriend. you want attention just as much as his viewers do, if not more. plus, he did say five minutes!

you throw your phone onto the bed before pushing yourself off. you approach felix before getting on all fours and crawling under the desk. he notices, looking down and raising his brow at you.

you rest your head on his thigh, his lower half covered in grey sweats. you nuzzle into his inner thigh as you look up at him through your lashes. felix keeps an eyebrow raised before continuing on with his stream. he thinks nothing of your innocence like action, thinking you just want a cuddle or feel some sort of warmth; until he feels your hand pressing firmly onto his crotch.

he chokes mid sentence, his viewers asking if he's okay. you let out a silent giggle, the pressure of your hand increasing. felix silently and slowly let out a shaky breath, your hand now palming his crotch. you feel him slowly getting hard against your palm, his cock twitching a few times. you lick your lips hungrily, eyes fixated as you watch him grow.

felix reassures his viewers that he is okay before glancing down at you. his eyes turn into thin slits, an eyebrow cocked up.

“carry on and you're in big trouble.” he mouths. you flutter your lashes at him innocently, a small pout on your lips as you squeeze and palm his erection.

“i'm not doing anything though.” you mouth back with a shrug.

“don't push your luck, i will punish you.” 

“maybe i want to be punished, d-ad-dy.” you say teasingly, encouraging the situation. felix clenches his jaw, swallowing thickly. he says a quick goodbye to his viewers before ending the stream abruptly.

he'll deal with the twenty questions of everyone in the next stream.

felix lets out a low and deep chuckle, grabbing a fistful of your hair in his hand. he pulls harshly at the roots, your head yanking back. you wince at the sudden pain, eyes squeezing shut.

“oh baby girl.” he purrs, your mind suddenly feeling hazy, body limp and weak in an instant. “you've really done it now, haven't you?” 

“i-i haven't done anything wrong, felix.” felix tugs your hair again, resulting in another meek whimper.

“even when you know you're in trouble, you still act stupid.” felix sighs, running his fingers through his hair.

“felix–” your sentence gets cut off suddenly, felix grabbing your cheeks together and squeezing them, forming a small pout on your lips. you're forced to look at him, your eyes doe like and hazy. felix's pupils are blown out with lust, his eyes dark.

“that's not my name, baby girl.” you swallow thickly, eyes slowly welling with tears.

“d-daddy.” you meekly say. felix hums in satisfaction, nodding his head in the direction of the bed as he lets go off your cheeks. you weakly crawl from under the desk, crawling to the bed with felix following behind.

as you go to stand to situate yourself on the soft mattress, felix clears his throat.

“here.” he points to the floor by his feet. “now! and don't make me wait, baby girl. my patience is already thin with you after the stunt you just pulled.”

you quickly crawl to his feet, sitting back on your heels as you look up at him. felix’s pulls down his sweats and underwear, his erection springing free. he raises his eyebrow in a cocky manner, nudging his tip against your bottom lip. 

“open. be a good girl for me, mhm?” you part your lips slowly, felix wasting no time in pushing his cock in your mouth. your eyes widen at the sudden impact and force of him pushing himself down your throat. you reach up, gripping onto his thighs to dig your nails into his skin. 

felix lets out a hum of contentment, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he smirks. he looks down at you, your eyes welling with tears instantly. felix hums softly as he thrusts. you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth instantly filling with saliva. you have to remember to breathe through your nose, even though that seems like a hard task to do when your boyfriend's fat cock is thrusting down your throat.

the tip of your nose bumps against his pubic area several times, gag reflex activating. felix grips onto your hair by the scalp, eyes fluttering shut as he sighs. his cock caresses your throat, his movements harsh and powerful. 

you make sure to make your jaw slack, ignoring the dull ache that's fast approaching. long and soft sighs emit from felix's lips, his head kicked back as he basks in the warmth and wetness of your mouth. your tongue caresses his underside, teeth gently scraping his skin. tears fall down your cheeks, mixing with the saliva that's currently bubbling and spilling down your chin.

felix rakes his fingers through your hair, twisting and burying his fingers in your locks. he occasionally tugs at the roots, his cock twitching each time he hears a strangled moan from you.

“this mouth.. fuck. it's so good.” felix purrs. he's so lost in the pleasure, unaware of his surroundings. the only thing he is aware of is you and how well he is using your mouth. you shakily reach up, pleasuring and adrenaline consuming your body, cupping his balls in your hand.

felix looks down at you, licking his lips hungrily. you roll his balls in the palm of your hand, massaging and playing with them as his cock abuses your throat. you squirm on the spot, knees slowly bruising and becoming sore from the wood floor.

your panties sticking to your folds, the material soaking up your juices. your core throbs and aches, silently begging you to fill it up. you want to touch yourself, to relieve yourself of this ache, but you're scared to do so because felix didn't give you permission; you're already in deep waters.

you know better than to do something without felix's permission.

“such a pretty girl with her mouth stuffed with my cock.” felix mewls, pushing his own hair back with his hand. you look up at felix, lashes wet with tears, face stained with slobber. felix shivers, humming softly before slowly pulling himself out of your mouth.

you swallow the pool of saliva that's naturally accumulated in your mouth, felix sighing softly as he pumps himself. you press your lips together in a thin line, keeping your eyes on him just in case. he pumps himself a few times before his tip nudges against your lips again.

“let me.” you part your lips, felix pushing himself back in your mouth, this time only pushing half his length inside. he thrusts sloppily, purely chasing his own high and disregarding your own needs.

��i can't. your mouth is so warm and wet, y/n” he hums, head kicked back making his neck outstretched and adams apple on full display. you want nothing more than to hold your naked body flush against his, pepper kisses along his neck and suck on the skin as his fingers delicately dance along your back.

“im so close.” felix mumbles, soft pants leaving his lips. he looks down at you, body shivering at the sight of your stained face “want to dirty you even more.” 

he pulls his cock out off your mouth, pumping himself fast as he bucks his hips in his hand. his muscles tense, throaty moans falling past his lips as ropes of cum shot out onto your face, landing on your cheeks and lips. a peripheral of “fucks” can be heard from your boyfriend, his hand still stroking his cock, which is failing to turn soft.

felix kneels down to your level, scooping his cum up with his finger and nudging it against your lips. you part your lips slowly, allowing felix to push his finger in your mouth. you suckle on his finger, whimpering at the salty taste.

by now, you've been reduced to nothingness. your head is empty, only thoughts of what felix is going to do to you. you gaze at felix with doe eyes, silently begging him to touch you, to relieve you of this burning ache you feel.

“up.” he instructs. you shakily rise to your feet, felix following suit. “strip.”

you lift your t-shirt up and over your head, pulling down your jeans before stepping out off them. felix has seen you naked a million times before, however, it feels different this time. you feel more vulnerable, felix's hungry gaze making you feel weak and powerless.

“all of your clothing.” you press your lips together in a thin line, unclasping your bra from the back and letting it fall to the floor. you pull down your panties, letting them pool at your feet before stepping out.

felix lets out a soft sigh of contentment. the cold air plus your arousal making your nipples perky. he walks to you, hooking his finger under your chin to make you look at him.

“my pretty baby girl. such a shame you don't know how to behave though.”

“i just wanted your attention.” you squeak. felix sighs, rolling his eyes.

“you always want my attention.” 

“i just love you lix. i just want you all the time.” 

“cute.” he simply states. he leans in to lick your cheek slowly, collecting his left over cum. “what else do you want, baby girl?”

“i want–” you shakily start, gripping onto felix with shaky hands. “i want you.”

“want me to do what?” his lips trail from your cheek to your neck to suckle on the skin. he leaves deep purple bruises, his hands ghosting over the curve of your breasts before cupping them.

“touch me.”

“i already am, baby girl.”

“no!” you shakily say, not meaning for your voice to sound demanding. nevertheless, felix allows you to take his hand, guiding it to your pussy. “touch me.” 

you emphasis the word ‘touch’, felix cocking his eyebrow at you.

“i don't think naughty girls have a right to demand. do you?”

“f-felix…” felix gently pushes you down on the bed, you back hitting the soft sheets. he kneels between your legs as you lift yourself up and rest on your forearms.

felix pries your legs open with power, his grip on your thighs rough. he licks his lips at the sight of your soaked cunt, folds glistening with your slick. your clit swollen and begging to be touched.

“my my.” Felix hums as he faintly touches your aching clit. “you're so wet, y/n.” 

“i–” your ability to form sentences disappears as soon as felix presses the pad of his finger against your clit, applying pressure as he rubs. your hips buck up off the bed, soft cries and whimpers leave your lips as relief mixed in with pleasure washes over you.

“all this from sucking some dick. you really are my slut.” 

“d-daddy…” you pant heavily. felix circles your entrance with his index and middle finger, humming as he feels your wetness soaking his fingers nicely. he gently pushes them inside, burying his fingers deep within you.

your walls welcome him by squeezing his fingers. the warmth and wetness making felix desperate. he wants to feel you around his cock, watch you wither beneath him as he provides you with an intense amount of pleasure. he wants to feel your heat around him.

he's addicted to you.

you fall back onto the sheets, head gently hitting the sheets as felix thrusts his fingers at a steady pace whilst rubbing your clit. pleasure surges through your veins, nerve endings on fire. your mind slowly becomes hazy, lips parting as empty moans leave your lips.

your toes curl, animalistic growls emitting from felix as he watches you wither. the feel of your gummy walls clenching around his fingers making his dick stand angry and proud, twitching as beads of pre cum seep from his tip.

“l-lix..” you whimper, bundling the sheets up in your fists. “g-good.”

felix simply hums, the tips of his fingers hitting  the spot that makes you sob. your essence glistens on his fingers, felix using his two fingers to scissor you out in preparation for something much bigger and thicker.

“can't..” he knows you're close. the way your stomach dips in, thighs shaking uncontrollably and your tight grip on the sheets is a tell-tale sign to felix.

“it's ok, babe. you can cum.” you shiver, walls pulsating around his fingers as he thrusts them into your orgasm. he continues fucking your pussy with his fingers as your walls clench and squeeze his digits, juices spilling from your used cunt.

felix pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before lining himself up at your entrance. his veiny hand pumping his veiny cock, tip rubbing between your pussy lips. you let out a choked whimper, felix sliding inside slowly.

he becomes suffocated with how warm, wet and gummy your walls feel. your core taking shape of his size and thickness as he pushes until his hips touch yours. you feel full, felix touching unknown territory. he feels like he is in your stomach, his cock causing a bulge to form in the lower part of your abdomen.

felix presses down on your stomach, feeling the tip of his cock deep inside. you whimper loudly, the sudden pressure causing you to wither and feel strange.

“d-deep.. big, so big lixie.” 

felix let's out a simple hum, loving the way your folds caress the sides of his cock, the way your entrance molds around his length and thickness. your soft walls squeeze his length, slick coating and spilling down the curve of your ass. 

“p-please lix.. please move.” felix holds your waist, snapping his hips harshly against yours. your body jolts with each harsh thrust. a string of curses get trapped in your throat, Felix's cock stroking your soft, gummy walls.

he leans over you, resting on his forearms by your head. you whimper, looking up at your sweaty boyfriend. you reach up, pushing your fingers through his hair.

“pretty.” he mumbles. the proximity between your both little to nothing, breath fanning against your lips. his own body heat radiates onto you, causing you to feel more dizzy and lightheaded.

he leans down, kissing your lips sloppily whilst thrusting. you wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him closer with your heels. the position traps Felix, his body now pressing against yours. he shifts his weight onto his forearms in an attempt to not crush you.

the new position allows his thrust to become slow but deep. he angles each thrust, aiming for your bundle of nerves deep within. saliva mixes together as the warm muscle of your tongues collide and fight for dominance; one you instantly lose.

his tongue tastes the inside of your mouth, your walls clenching around him. your eyes flutter shut, pleasure surges through your veins. felix's scent, his touch, the way he sounds, it's all driving you insane.

“already fucked out?” he questions, his voice deeper than usual and hoarse. you open your eyes, shaking your head no slowly. his pupils are blown out, lust and hunger evident in his eyes as he takes in every detail of your stained face.

“n-no.” you whisper, gripping onto his shoulders. 

“mhm.” he hums, the corner of his lips pulling up into a smirk as he hits your g-spot. your eyes widen, back arches as your toes curl. pleasure shoots up your spine rapidly, knocking the air out of your lungs and causing the tips of your toes and fingers to tingle.

“l-lix.. felix.. mhm, good..” you babble. your walls holding onto him tightly, making it near impossible for him to move. the burning knot in your stomach a tell-tale sign that you're close.

“hold it.” felix mumbles, noticing the signs. 

“but–”

“just because i have my cock deep inside you doesn't mean you're off the hook, princess. you still misbehaved on my stream. what if someone heard us?”

“i didn't.. i wasn't thinking.” 

“of course you wasn't. you just wanted my cock, didn't you?”

“y-yes.” you admit. it's pointless to lie, felix knows how much you love him and his dick.

“can you feel it, baby girl?” he purrs down your ear. your body shivers, hands flying up to press your palms onto his sweaty back. “can you feel how deep i am inside you?” 

“l-lix…” you shakily breath out, nails digging into his skin.

“you're so adorable when you're like this.” his deep voice not making it any easier for you to hold onto your orgasm. he's doing it on purpose, contributing to the added burn you feel.

“lix, i can't..” you sob. your thighs shake with each impact against your g-spot, your body burning up as you desperately try to hold.

“can't what?” he hums, suckling onto the skin of your neck.

“hold.. hurts. need to cum.. please. i promise i'll be good.” 

felix lifts himself up, resting on his knees. tears of frustration roll down from the corners of your eyes as you beg. you call his name, whispering it over and over again.

“but, you look so cute when you beg. see, even here.” he presses the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit. “your pussy is clenching around me.”

“i-i– hurts.. hurts so much.”

“do you want to cream around my cock?” he rubs your clit painfully slow but it doesn't matter whether it's slow or fast, the added pleasure is enough to make you dizzy.

“bad.. so bad..” 

“ok.” he hums. that was enough for you. felix giving you permission was all it took for your orgasm to hit you, knocking the air out off your lungs and stars to come into your vision. you pant heavily, chest rising up and down rapidly as your juices coat Felix's penis.

felix pulls out off you, flipping you over and lifting up your hips. your face buried into the sheets, lips parted. you dont't have a chance to come down from your high, your pussy swollen and sensitive, keeping it's shape of felix's length to enable him to slip back inside you with ease.

“f-felix.. d-daddy.. ngh.” you babble, saliva trickling from your parted lips and landing on the sheets. felix grips onto your ass, watching and feeling it ripple due to his actions. your cunt is swollen and well used. a burning sensation mixes together with pleasure.

felix circles the rim of your ass hole before slipping him thumb inside. he uses it as some type of leverage, allowing himself to move fast. you can't speak, all you can do is feel. you're hazy, eyes opening and closing as they roll to the back of your head.

incoherent babbles and words leave your lips. felix laughing and finding your fucked out face amusing.

“you look so cute like this baby girl. i'm tempted to keep going.”

“keep going. don't stop please. use me lix, use me all you want.” 

“so desperate, so needy.” all you can do is hum, head not in the right space to listen nor have the ability to keep the conversation flowing. you're hot and sweaty, cunt swollen and sore but you feel too good to the point where you feel nauseous. your stomach bubbles with excitement, pleasure being the only thing you're able to focus on. the soft grunts and moans from behind are nothing but white noise. 

your heart beat thumping in your ears, hands weakly opening and closing as you try and grip onto something for stability; but with the way felix is fucking you, stability is not an option.

your loose walls clench weakly around felix. your third orgasm is fast approaching. felix groans softly, his cock twitch and his own orgasm approaching.

“lix..” you weakly say, your thighs burning as your body shakes.

“i know baby. it's okay, i'll allow it.” you let out a weak whimper. you orgasm, body shakily violently. you let out incoherent moans and whimpers, the sheer power of your orgasm causing your juices to squirt out onto felix and the bedsheets. 

felix raises his brow, humming softly and stroking your ass cheek as a form of comfort. he continues fucking you through your orgasm, sloppy and wet sounds emitting.

you weakly reach behind you as you try and push felix away; but he holds. the oversensitivity burns. your pussy is swollen and stinging making you feel uncomfortable and hiss.

“i know.. i know baby and i'm so sorry but just a bit longer, i promise.” felix bites his bottom lip noticing the pained look on your face. he doesn't want to cause you anymore displeasure so he slows down his thrusting. he lets his head hang low, hands gripping your hips tightly.

“cum..” he groans. his hips buck, cock twitching as his release hits him. his cum coats your walls white as he lazily rides out his orgasm before slowly pulling out off you. he watches his cum seep out off your well used pussy, mixing in with the juices of your own arousal.

he pants heavily as he wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. you allow yourself to collapse stomach first on the bed due to exhaustion. in the distance, you hear felix running the bath with some bubbles and warm water before walking into the bedroom with a wet cloth.

“here baby. let's get you cleaned up.” he sits on the bed as you shakily roll yourself over onto your back. you slowly part your legs, felix biting his lip as his brows furrow together with worry. purple bruises form on your thighs, your pussy puffy and sticky from the shared bodily fluids.

“im so sorry baby…” he gently cleans you up, your body jerking each time due to the burning sensitive.

“dont be sorry, lix.” you hum, looking at him through your open legs “you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“but i went too hard on you.” he gently strokes the bruising, feeling guilt sink deep in his stomach. you weakly lift yourself up, arms shaking as you cup his cheek gently.

“i wanted it just as much as you did felix. don't ever feel guilty for something like this.” felix nuzzles into the palm of your hand, humming and nodding slowly in acknowledgement.

“the bath should be ready.” he pushes himself off the bed, picking you up gently before walking to the bathroom. he gently places you into the tub, the warm water welcoming and soothing your tender muscles.

you hum softly, feeling yourself instantly relax.

“join me?” you ask.

“in a mo. need to change the sheets and whatnot. someone made a mess.” he says with a cheeky smile and wink. you flush red, recalling your intense squirting orgasm.

“sorry..” you mumble. felix laughs softly, kissing the top of your head.

“don't be. it's hot.” 

“lixieee.” you whine feeling embarrassed. felix laughs once more before disappearing into the bedroom. he changes the sheets and opens the bedroom window before grabbing some clean underwear for himself and you.

“scoot forward.” you do as instructed, felix sliding in behind you. you rest against his naked chest, eyes closing slowly.

“tired?” you nod “lets get cleaned up then baby.” 

you nod once more, felix chuckling before helping you wash your hair and body before washing himself. he steps out, helping you to step out and gets dried and changed. he allows you to use him for support, your legs weak and shaky.

“get into bed darling. we can order food if you're hungry.” 

“okay lixie.” you rub your eyes as you make your way to the bedroom. felix follows behind, pulling up the food app and ordering something for you both. you climb into bed, the soft, fresh sheets welcoming you as your head hits the pillows.

felix crawls in behind you, grabbing the laptop and putting on the anime show you're both currently watching. he softly tickles your back, your body relaxing in the presence of your comforting boyfriend.

felix leans down, kissing your cheek tenderly as your eyes flutter shut. the comforting aura of felix plus his soothing tickles making you feel sleepy and safe.

“get some rest darling.” 

“what about food?”

“i'll wake you when it's here.”

“will you?”

“of course darling. we can eat together whilst you show me what you bought.” he laughs softly.

“i forgot about that if I'm being completely honest.” you mumble.

“i thought so. but must have been something good if you wanted to show me.”

“i always want to show you what I've bought lix. you live here too y'know plus–” you roll onto your back slowly to look up at your boyfriend. “i love you, so very much.”

“and I love you too y/n, more than you will ever know.”

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[ihatedtoadmit]

Violet-coloured lenses

pairing: Bang Chan x male!reader

genre: angst, fluff(?)

warnings: gore, mention of suicide

word count: ~3.5k

summary: Chan hides his feelings and he couldn't regret that decision any more.

a/n: This is a bit different, you'll see in what ways. Hopefully it doesn't confuse you guys.

A Guide to the AU, in case you are unfamiliar with it (it does spoil the surprise though).

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this, not at all.

We were supposed to just meet up for a friendly lil café date, all to help him wind down after a long day at work. He’d said he was tired, but needed some advice on some projects and I just couldn’t say no. Our chats where we’d agreed on where to meet were colourful and energetic, full of our usual friendly banter and memes. I was made fun of, of course I was, unable to escape being called old even outside of my lively group. Yet, I didn’t mind it, enjoying the soft tingling nestling inside my chest way too much for me to put a stop to it. Besides, he just looked too happy as he teased me and my heart always ached at the mere thought of being the reason for the disappearance of his smile. 

Every little laughter of his caused my skin to tingle, the breath stilling inside my lungs and deciding to take residency in there forever. Each touch and brush of our skin only caused my feelings to bloom, as if that was even possible at that point. That was the effect he had on me, being the sole reason for the colours to appear in this bleak world, for music to sound wonderful and hold meaning.

But I didn’t mind any of those, truly I didn’t. Not his teasing, not how he called me his friend, none of them.

My only regret was staying silent, now forced to watch his once bright face be still and pale, only the constant beeping sound providing me some form of mocking solace.

Why couldn’t I just say those simple words out loud at last? 

It had all been planned out, our shared friends having helped me cook up a foolproof plan. But it wasn’t enough, me being the biggest fool of them all, ultimately forcing me to now sit beside his still form in an all too white room.

The moment I’d showed up to the birthday party, looking all sharp and neat -Changbin had made sure of that-, I just simply couldn’t do anything. The breath had stilled in my lungs as my palms had grown sweaty, and a small tremor had run through the entirety of my body as I no doubt looked like a man-turned-stone.

But how could I not?

The one I had grown so fond of over the course of a few months had looked absolutely breathtaking in those casual clothes of his, a soft smile decorating his rosy lips perfectly. There was a twinkle residing in those dark orbs, as if they were hiding something that resided deep inside, but I couldn’t make sense of it. I was much too enamoured as a quiet chuckle had left him, amused by whatever Jisung had said.

The urge to gulp became impossible to ignore much too soon, that itching feeling clawing at the back of my throat fiercely once more.

And as the day had gone by, my eyes glued to that one person only, that itching feeling had only grown into a suffocating urge to cough. It had been getting bad lately, petals only increasing in number. And I’d known if I had continued like this, that hidden affection would have been the cause for my own death.

Those thoughts caused me to let out a broken laugh as I sat beside his unmoving form, the situation much too ironic for me to not do so.

Because all of those words turned out to be true. My drowning love would lead me to my own demise, with me being much too stubborn to give it up even in such a dire situation. And worst of all, I was completely aware of that, much to everyone else’s demise.

Instead of confessing to the one my heart beat for, to the man these rooted feelings had blossomed for, I’d instead spent that night hunched over the toilet in my own residence, much too sick to stay at the party anymore, where he was at. Every single glance I’d stolen of him scorched me, just like how each spoken syllable directed at me caused my chest to constrict painfully, the roots squeezing the walls of my lungs together viciously.

I hadn’t been able to keep pretending to be his friend anymore that night, the action much too painful for me to bear any longer.

How I wish I had held out just a bit longer, until the words spilled out of my mouth in a flurry of violet petals as gentle as he was.

“Hey, Chan. How’re things going?” - Felix’s voice broke me out of my dark thoughts, granting me just a second to stop blaming myself for what had happened. “Stable, I guess. He’s breathing, but there are no signs of him waking up yet. Not a single one…” - the words that had left my mouth sounded utterly broken, a surprise Felix heard them at all.

He silently shuffled next to me after having placed a grocery bag on the nightstand, his hand squeezing my shoulder reassuringly. It was as if he was trying to glue my shattered pieces back together, no matter how bleak it all looked. That was the thing with Felix. He never gave up and stayed by our side, my side, even though I’ve been glued to this uncomfortable plastic chair for the past 8 days relentlessly, refusing to let sleep claim me in case anything were to happen.

Anything at all, just, please.

“It’ll be okay, mate, trust me on this one. He’s never been one to give things up easily, have some trust in him. He’ll come back to us, to you.” - he whispered back after a beat of silence, and something in those words just broke me inside. “...if what you say is true, he wouldn’t be lying in a hospital bed, having overdosed on meds just to try and take his own life.” “I know, but–” “Lix, his life was apparently so miserable he’d turned to this desperate ‘solution’! We didn’t notice anything, nothing at all! He smiled the same, he laughed the same, he behaved the same. Like a perfect mask. And we, we weren’t able to notice it was there in the first place. We couldn’t help him… I couldn’t help him.” - with each sentence my lungs burned, the air between us cooling down as I silently wheezed there, hand nearly tearing my remaining hair out. “Hyung…” “Don’t hyung me, Lix. You know I’m right. Maybe if I’d confessed that day he wouldn’t be here now. I wouldn’t be here now, dying due to my own stupidity.”

The room became completely silent after that, only the constant beeping and my own raspy breaths filled the air. The hold on my shoulder turned tight, desperate, and I could only lower my head in shame. It wasn’t enough that I could have prevented this entire hospital visit, no, now I had to lash out at Felix who was only here to help. Because without his help, his constant and relentless support, I wouldn’t be here anymore. I was sure of it.

What a hyung I am…

That hold on my shoulder suddenly disappeared, only for my collar to be grabbed and tugged at, the chair loudly falling to the ground as I was harshly ripped out of it. Our eyes were on the same level now, his hold on my shirt so strong the fabric nearly tore in half.

There were tears in Felix’s eyes, even though he looked the angriest I had seen him in a good while.

“Listen here Chan hyung and listen well. I don’t care how you spend each day here, how I need to get you food for you to survive and literally shove it down your throat, but you stop blaming yourself for everything that happened right now! No, we don’t know if your confession would have helped, get that through your thick skull finally! It wasn’t your fault, okay? Because if we go by that logic, I’m also to blame, being his best friend and-...”

By the end the younger aussie’s voice had broken, his arms letting go of me as I just crumbled to the ground. I could only watch from below as crystal droplets had started cascading down his frail face, eyebags I had never noticed before only becoming more prominent. And that wasn’t the only thing that had finally registered in my selfish brain, far from it. The boy was merely a ghost of his former self, skin pale and clinging alarmingly close to his bones, as if he himself had refused to do the one thing he came to me every day for. His moves were different too, hesitant, as if he didn’t have enough energy to execute them properly.

How could I have been so blind before?

As Felix merely stood there, quiet sobs escaping his tiny form he had desperately tried to muffle behind his hands, something inside me snapped. Whatever it was, I had no clue, but there was now nothing more to hold me together, nor to stop the dams from breaking.

We both just sobbed there, unable to hold back those loud wails for seemingly eternity, emotions running much too high for any of us to stop.

Minutes must have passed before my breath stuttered, my entire throat feeling as if it was drenched in a sea of fire, its only purpose to drag me down into its dark depths and drown me there. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get any air into my lungs, the petals inside preventing it from happening. I could feel their soft surface clinging to the bloody walls of my organs, leaving no surface bare, like a roadblock on a busy driveway or a kaleidoscope of butterflies swarming to the sweetest of nectars. The world ceased to exist, only the suffocating urge to survive, to breathe, remained. I couldn’t feel anything, only the bitter taste of iron inside my mouth and the wet feeling as it dripped onto my hands amidst my desperate struggles to finally take a proper breath. It was impossible to tell what was happening anymore and soon my lungs gave up the near impossible fight, my body having lost its strength completely, unable to hold itself up anymore.

The last thing I remembered was the feeling of the small violets resting in my hands, bound together by that awfully deep shade of red.

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-.-.-

I awoke to a deep pain that resided inside my skull, a groan escaping my dry lips as I was unable to hold it back. Even worse, harsh light assaulted my eyes the moment I’d opened them, causing a scowl to be etched deep into my face. I tried my best to block out the offensive brightness with my hands, but every move felt sluggish, as if I was underwater. It merely succeeded to confuse me, not a clue why I’d be in such a predicament.

Once I opened my eyes I only grew more alarmed, that familiar beeping now finally registering in my brain, its sped-up version heard crystal clear in my head at last.

Why was I in a hospital room?

Looking around didn’t help me at all, as the room was bare, save for a sleeping Minho by my side. His chin was tucked into his chest as he silently slept there, hands crossed and brows deeply furrowed. And as my eyes carefully roamed over his resting form, dread sat heavily into my stomach.

He looked just as bad as Felix did.

Minho might not have been as close to the one my heart blossomed for as Felix or Jisung was, but that didn’t mean this entire situation had no effect on him. Especially with how stubborn I’d been lately, the team’s supposed leader and the one they could turn to for advice.

I remember to this day how he’d stormed into the hospital room, distress clear on his face as he’d looked at me, Felix hot on his heels and out of breath. That was the day Minho’d learnt about my situation, the disease that ran inside my veins and slowly poisoned every inch of my lungs, my throat, in a morbidly beautiful way. The look he’d had in his eyes had nearly killed me, those glistening chocolate orbs wide with fear.

Fear of losing me, his only hyung.

It wasn’t rare for us to argue, especially me and Minho. There was a certain level of trust between us, the two oldest that made it easier to understand the other. But that day, he had raised his voice against me, demanding that I take the surgery and have those deadly flowers cut out.

And what have I done in return?

I argued back, as he’d never be able to understand my feelings. How would I ever be able to live without love in my life, without all those memories of the one I adored? I just couldn’t.

It had taken Felix for us to quiet down, my eyes unable to find Minho’s as his long hair had covered them. And so I had turned away, done with the conversation, when the quietest voice I had ever heard from him reached my ears. I had only believed that it had come from him because I had seen his lips moving, desperation clear in his entire body.

Minho had begged me to have the surgery.

Minho wasn’t a man who begged for anything. He was always strong, determined, ready with a plan to get what he wanted easily. But to see him in that state… I’d considered his request, even if only for a heartbeat or two. That, I couldn’t deny.

Despite all that, how intensely we had argued, he sat there in the corner of the room now, asleep as he no doubt stayed by my side for much too long. I couldn’t help but smile at that, warmth filling up my body.

Although that wasn’t the only thing that I’d felt, a vicious cough ripping itself out of my lungs as I heaved there, barely able to sit up and lean to the side to at least try and get into a more comfortable position. With each cough I could feel something tearing out of the tissue residing deep inside, petals and leaves freeing themselves first and being the messengers of its presence.

I had nearly given up when it had finally freed itself, a handful of violets now laying in my blood-covered hands, looking up at me with their splotches of colours.

“Good job Hyung, let me clean you up.”

I didn’t even notice Minho had been by my side this whole time, his warm hand leaving my back as he took the soiled flowers from my hands without hesitation, depositing them into a nearby bin. He was fast in cleaning his own hands before grabbing some wet wipes, motions gentle as he cleaned my hands silently.

When he turned my head up to clean the vermillion droplets residing on my chin, I could see how utterly defeated he looked. It was as if he had accepted the fate I had chosen, forced to witness my downfall as he could do nothing about it except watch from beside me.

It made my chest constrict painfully, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Just as I was about to reach out towards him, the door to my room bursted open violently, a distraught Felix standing there. He was panting hard, no word able to escape his exhausted form and we could only exchange a worried, yet confused glance with Minho at that.

What could have been so urgent?

Our silent question was answered soon enough, the words I was desperately hoping to hear finally hitting my ears and making me second-guess myself. Was I truly so far gone that I’d hallucinated it? Wouldn’t have been the first time after all, my wishes chasing me into brief nightmares even in my sleepless hours.

“He’s awake.” - Felix repeated himself, eyes solely on me and my frozen form.

It took me that second confirmation to realise I wasn’t hallucinating this time, my body springing into action. Minho wasn’t fast enough to catch me, my hands having already torn out the IV and other, different machines that were attached to my skin. I didn’t care about any of them, or how it stung to remain a few.

All that mattered was that he was awake, alive, and I could talk to him again.

Felix didn’t hesitate to scramble out of my way as I became a force to be reckoned with, unable to be stopped no matter what. Minho tried his best to try and do just that, or at least to slow me down, but I could care less about that at the moment.

It didn’t take long for me to find where he was, the door closed and waiting for me to open. Yet, as much power as I had so far, it all drained out of me at the thought of confronting him, of speaking the truth at last. It was as if my legs had rooted themselves into place, my entire body paralysed in fear.

All it took was Minho and Felix to gently push my back, silently beckoning me to finally take that step forward.

The door opened and there he sat in the bed, silently gazing out the window. He had lost some weight and his skin was now pale, yet he was still captivatingly beautiful in my tearful eyes.

My feet made a sound on the cold floor of the room as I made a few tentative steps. Our eyes met, those dark orbs I loved so much twinkling in delight and looking lively again, their glistening surface drawing me in. Tears carved their seemingly permanent way down my cheeks, my dimples coming out of their hiding places as I just stood there, taking it all in.

He moved before I could fully register it at all, his much taller, yet thinner form nearly knocking me down to the ground, were it not for the others. His hold on me was strong, desperate, as if he was trying to mould me into his own skin and I could only sob as he held me in his arms.

He was alive, his heart beating fast, his body warm and he was holding me tight, so, so tight I could feel my broken pieces being mended together.

As I just stood there, soaking in his warmth and sobbing into his chest, no doubt soaking his hospital gown, a quiet question hit my ears.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Channie?”

The sobs froze into my lungs, wet eyes now staring up at him as he drew me away so he could look at my face directly.

“Why didn’t you tell me you love me? That you were dying because of me?” - he asked once more, his voice so full of hurt I was ashamed of myself. “I-... I wanted to. But it was me who hurt myself, not you, never you! I’am dying due to my own stupidity.” - I replied, unable to meet his eyes.

His hands slid down from my shoulders, gently taking my own hands into their hold. It was as if he was handling something fragile, his touch featherlight and never too harsh. It made my skin tickle and flush, his care only causing my stomach to flip inside and turn on its own head.

“I never thought this would happen. That someone would have feelings towards me, of all people. So I’m sorry, so sorry that I never noticed. But… even if you won’t forgive me, can I hear it from you this time? That you love me?” - his question was equally gentle, his inability to see his own beauty cutting deep into my heart painfully.

I grasped his hands in return, determined to never let him go, even if only as friends. And with a deep breath, I answered his doubts.

“I love you. I love you so fiercely it nearly suffocates me, but I could care less. I’m in love with you, my dear butterfly.”

His eyes twinkled at my words, lips wobbling and glistening tears finally falling to the ground. I’d nearly feared he hated me so much my confession made him cry, but he spoke before I could, his hold on me tighter than ever.

“I love you too Chan. Please never doubt that, never again.”

I didn’t hesitate to hug him close immediately, the reality of his response not hitting me fully yet. Only after a minute did my brain register his words, a wide smile dancing on my lips as we sobbed in each other's holds, unwilling to let the other go.

I didn’t care how the others were now all there to witness us, hugging in tear-soaked hospital gowns. We were both happily in our own little world, inseparable from the other, soaking up each other’s presence and warmth we missed oh so much.

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[smokeymochi]

Day 5: Double Date/Meme: Distracted Boyfriend

Just had an idea of Hiei being like any other man being distracted on what's on television and not paying attention to the group's conversation.

As the warm glow of twilight filtered into the café, Hiei, Botan, Yukina, and Kuwabara sat around a small table, an odd yet somehow fitting group. It was Yukina’s idea for them to all go out together—a rare double date. Despite Botan’s enthusiasm for the evening and Kuwabara’s obvious excitement, Hiei was clearly out of his element. He had agreed to this only for his sister's sake, and everyone, including Botan, knew that.

The moment they sat down, Hiei had picked up on something off about the café. A demon battle broadcast was playing quietly on a TV in the corner, and though the others didn’t seem to notice, Hiei’s sharp senses were drawn to it immediately. Even as Botan tried to engage him in small talk, his focus kept drifting back to the screen, where two demons clashed, their power radiating from the TV in flashes of demon energy.

“So, Kuwabara,” Botan began cheerfully, trying to ease the tension at the table, “how’s training going? Still working on your Spirit Sword?”

Kuwabara grinned, clearly thrilled to be the center of attention. “Oh, yeah! I’ve been getting stronger every day! Heck, the other day I—”

But while Kuwabara launched into one of his dramatic stories about his training, Hiei’s attention remained fixed on the fight playing on the TV. His crimson eyes narrowed as he analyzed the fighters’ sloppy movements. They were wasting energy, relying too much on brute force and flashy techniques without any real strategy.

“Amateurs,” he muttered under his breath.

Botan, noticing his distraction, gave him a playful nudge. “Hiei, we’re supposed to be on a date, not analyzing demon fights.” Her voice was light, but there was a trace of concern in her eyes.

Hiei shot her a sideways glance, his expression flat. “That fight is embarrassing. They’re fools, both of them.”

“Is that really what you’re focused on right now?” Botan teased, leaning a bit closer to him. Her arm brushed against his, and she gave him a knowing smile. “You know, this date is for Yukina’s sake. Try to stay with us, at least a little?”

Hiei was silent for a moment, his gaze still flicking back toward the screen, but then he sighed—a sound so quiet that only Botan, sitting closest to him, could hear it. He knew she was right. This wasn’t about the fight or the fact that he would have torn through both of those demons in seconds; this was about Yukina. She wanted them all to be together, and despite how pointless he found this outing, he wasn’t going to ruin it for her.

“Tch,” he muttered. “Fine.”

At the other end of the table, Yukina, ever gentle and sweet, was happily chatting with Kuwabara, who was still telling his story about some mission they’d gone on. Her soft laughter filled the air, and Hiei, watching his sister for a moment, softened just slightly. It wasn’t often that they had moments like this, where they could just be together without the weight of the Spirit World or the threat of battle hanging over them.

Yukina’s soft voice brought him out of his thoughts. “Hiei, I just want to say… I really appreciate you being here.” Her smile was warm, her gratitude genuine.

Hiei looked at her, his stoic expression betraying a faint flicker of something softer beneath. He wasn’t one for open displays of affection, even with his sister, but her words meant more to him than he could easily express.

He nodded which was the closest thing to an acknowledgment of his effort.

Kuwabara, noticing Hiei’s distant gaze, finally turned toward him. “Oi, shrimp! Quit staring at the TV! This is supposed to be a double date, not a solo one with that screen.”

Hiei’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Kuwabara. “Mind your own business, fool.”

Kuwabara huffed, crossing his arms. “I am minding my business! And right now, my business is making sure you’re not ruining this date for Yukina.”

Botan, sensing the tension rising, decided to step in again. She placed a hand lightly on Hiei’s arm, leaning in a bit closer. “Relax, Hiei,” she whispered softly, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “We’ll be done soon. Just hang in there.”

Hiei tensed slightly at her touch but didn’t pull away. Her words, while lighthearted, had an undercurrent of understanding that soothed him in a way he wasn’t entirely used to. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his expression unreadable.

“Annoying,” he muttered, though there was no real heat behind the word.

Botan’s smile grew softer, more genuine. “And yet, you haven’t moved away.”

Hiei didn’t respond, but the smallest flicker of something passed between them. It was subtle, just a brief acknowledgment of a connection they didn’t often speak of, but it was there nonetheless. His fingers, resting on the table, twitched slightly, as though debating whether or not to move closer to hers.

After a moment, Botan broke the silence with a playful grin. “Maybe next time we can go somewhere without a TV. Just to make things a little easier for you.”

Hiei gave her a sharp look, but she could see the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes. “You’re assuming there’ll be a next time.”

“Oh, there will be,” she replied confidently, her voice soft but teasing. “I’ve got a feeling about it.”

Hiei grunted in response, but as the conversation around them resumed, his focus stayed more on Botan than on the demon fight still flashing on the screen.

Botan leaned back in her seat, a small smile on her lips as she watched Kuwabara and Yukina interact, feeling Hiei’s presence beside her in a way that felt… different. Maybe he wasn’t the type to show affection in obvious ways, but his effort to stay with them, despite his usual disinterest in such things, spoke louder than words ever could.

And as Hiei sipped his tea, his gaze occasionally flicking toward Botan, there was an unspoken understanding between them—an acknowledgment of something deeper that neither of them would say aloud. At least, not yet. But for now, being here together, even with the distractions of the outside world, was enough.

[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - A day at the beach

The sun was beaming down brightly, and Ben had a wonderful day on the beach. He was on vacation and here with some friends. Being the only single in their social group, Ben often felt like the fifth wheel, but he didn't mind that. While the other guys were out with their girlfriends in the city, window shopping or sightseeing, Ben could just lay on his towel, soak up some rays and watch people going by - especially girls of course. There were a lot of beautiful girls here and at some times, Ben considered hitting on one of them, but the truth was that he was just too lazy. So instead, he enjoyed watching the ladies walking by while thinking about how hot they are.

Of course, there were also other men on the beach, for example the one not too far from him, sitting under a parasol and reading a book, while simultaneously looking at his phone. It probably wouldn't hurt that guy to get out of the shade and soak up some sun, Ben thought, considering how pale he looked.

Jason, the guy in question, was trying hard to relax, he really was. But neither reading nor browsing the occasional meme site really helped. Sure, he had his peace and quiet here, but he found himself watching the time pass, bringing him closer and closer to the end of his day off. Both off work (which he hated) and away from his wife (which he ha... found difficult at times). He sighed. He was already in his 40s and it felt like most of his life story had already been written. He was married, had no kids, worked in a dead-end public service job and each day was like the next. If he somehow had the chance to start over again, he would probably do things differently. Like, not marrying so early. He grimaced, as he saw another message from his wife dinging into his phone, checking up on him.

He put the phone down in the sand besides him, deciding not to answer. That would probably be a bad idea coming back to him this evening, but at least for now it gave him so much needed peace of mind. As he put down the phone however, he noticed a small object half buried in the sand. A small coin, glittering in the sunlight. He would need to have a closer look later, he decided and pocketed it.

Immediately, the coin vanished while still in his hand. Jason didn't have much time to think about it though, as not only the coin vanished but also his shorts, t-shirt and book, leaving him completely naked from one second to the other on his chair. What was happening?!

Ben had just looked at another lady walking by. As he looked back to the reading guy, he had to take a double take. He had barely looked away for a few seconds, but now the guy had undressed and was now completely nude!

Ben was not gay, but he was certain enough in his sexuality to recognize a good looking man. This was definitely not one of them. His skin was pale, he had literally no definition, a small belly and a tiny dick. Regardless, he found himself standing up and walking over.

"Dude! This isn't a nudist beach. Nobody wants to see that!" Ben said loudly, pointing at the man's crotch. The guy jumped up and covered himself with his hands, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry! I don't know what happened, I just..." stammered Jason. "I'm so sorry."

"Are you having a boner? What are you, some kind of pervert?!" Despite his disgust, Ben stepped even closer to the guy, violating his personal space now. He didn't know why he did that, but he just did. He also wasn't sure why he was so hard on the other man, who looked really embarrassed.

"I... do?" Jason asked, lifting his hands from his crotch, revealing his indeed stiff dick. "I'm so sorry! I..."

Something changed in Jasons head, forcing him to end the sentence different from what he intended. "I need to do something about that."

It wasn't Jason who was in control, but it was like an outside force had taken control of his arms now, grabbing the surprised Ben roughly at the head and pushing him down to his crotch. With a rough push of his hips, Jason shoved his cock inside Ben's mouth. Ben gasped for air and tried to pull away, but it was like his body refused to obey him. All he could manage was to keep his lips closed around the shaft of the other man's penis, sucking and licking it without hesitation.

Jason moaned and grabbed Ben's hair with both hands, pulling him harder onto his cock. Ben struggled against him but couldn't break free. His body seemed to move on its own. His face flushed red from exertion, a color that would not go away again.

Meanwhile, while he thrust his cock into the unknown other man's face, Jason felt like he shed away years with each thrust. His body felt more and more energetic and younger, regaining flexibility and developing new strength. Strength that he had never had in his entire life.

His belly retracted into his body, leaving behind only well-defined abs.

Ben was feeling weak. He had less and less power to resist the handling of the changing man in front of him, both physically and mentally. He didn't want this to happen, but it just happened. He looked down at his own body. The skin was lobster-red now, and he had shrunk considerably. Hadn't it been for the other man, who pressed his face to the groin, Ben would actually fall down, so short was he now. His feet didn't touch the ground anymore and his body was swinging between the other guy's legs like a pendulum with each thrust.

Ben was afraid and tried to cling to Jasons hips as best as he could. His arms didn't reach around the midsection of the gigantic body anymore, but at least this way, he felt a bit more secured against falling down, if the other man got tired of violating him.

Jason felt better and better. It was a beautiful day, and the corner of the beach was secluded enough that not too many people saw him as he handled his very large cock through the face of... Jason shook his head, as he watched his skin darken to a rich dark brown tone. His hair became a very short buzz cut and his face became square and masculine. The face of... No. What face? Jabari felt confused, and brought his other hand down as well, smoothing the flap of fabric hanging down from his crotch like a loincloth and drawing it in between his legs until it connected to the waistband on the other side.

Ben, no, the speedo, could hear his owner moan loudly, as the large black cock contained in its pouch pulsed and fed him his cum. The part that was still Ben was horrified of what had happened to him, but there was another part, which was nothing more than an object. A speedo, worn by Jabari, the beach life guard.

Jabari didn't hide the fact that he was gay, and sometimes, there were just too many hot guys on the beach, and he needed release. Fuck it if anyone saw him. He knew fair well that his hot chocolate body was what brought a lot of girls and guys to the beach, so he really didn't care about some indecency. Besides, he had been wearing his red speedo the whole time, so technically, he hadn't actually exposed himself.

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 28 - Let everyone know

The prompt for this was "Call me when you get home"

Suguru feels like shit because of what he has to do soon, but there’s no going back now. His mind is made up and he won’t change his stance on this.

Still, his heart hurts in his chest as he enters the hotel room he’ll meet Satoru in, because with this, he’ll also most likely end the best thing that ever happened to him. Well, almost the best thing, because there’s still the reason why he’s ending this.

He’s not smiling like he normally would be when he enters the room and even though Satoru excitedly bounds up to him to greet him, Suguru can tell that he instantly knows that something is going on.

“Hi,” he still says first, greeting Suguru with a soft kiss and Suguru would love to lose himself in that, would love to just shut his brain off and accept this for what it is, but he can’t.

He loves Satoru too much to do that.

“Hi,” he still gives back and pulls Satoru close, revels in that touch for as long as he can, before he slightly pushes Satoru away.

“I thought we couldn’t meet at your place today, because Shoko could drop by but something is up, isn’t it?” Satoru asks, no accusation in his voice and he threads their fingers together.

“Satoru, we have to talk,” Suguru gives back and just like that it’s out there.

Suguru knows that Satoru understands the implications of such a sentence.

“Oh, wow, ouch,” Satoru mutters, but still pulls Suguru over to the bed by his hand.

He gets them situated on it, Suguru stretched out on it and Satoru curled into his side, his head on Suguru’s chest and Suguru’s arm around his shoulder and Suguru allows it.

It’ll be the last time he gets to do this, so he’ll allow it.

“Okay, hit me with it,” Satoru mutters after a quiet minute they both take to enjoy this and Suguru sighs.

“Satoru, I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

“Do what? Us?” Satoru asks for clarification and Suguru buries his face in Satoru’s hair.

“This situation,” he gives back. “This sneaking around, I just—I don’t know how to keep you secret. I don’t want to anymore, Satoru.”

“I don’t understand, it was fine,” Satoru says and cranes his head to look up at Suguru. “Don’t you love me anymore?”

“I love you too much, that’s the whole problem,” Suguru sighs out. “You have made me so happy, happier than I’ve ever been in my life and people are starting to notice. They ask me what’s changed, why I’m so happy and relaxed lately and I can’t talk about it, because talking about how I’m in love with the most wonderful man on the earth is not something I can do. Because you asked to keep us a secret.”

“And you were fine with it,” Satoru shoots back and he’s not wrong.

Suguru readily agreed when Satoru told him that if they did this they’d have to do it in secret; it had been a no-brainer for Suguru because he’d rather have Satoru in secret than not at all, but things change.

They changed for him.

“I was,” Suguru agrees. “But I love you so much; I always want to talk about you. When I smile stupidly down at my phone because you sent me a meme and someone asks what’s so funny, I have to lie about what makes me happy. When people ask me why I can’t meet up at the weekend, why I never have time for them anymore, I can’t tell them that I’m meeting the love of my life. And it’s killing me, Satoru. I don’t want to keep you a secret. I understand why I have to, but I don’t want to. And it’s not going to work out like this.”

The things is—Suguru does understand. He understands the pressure of family, of expectations that can never be met, of disappointment being thrown his way in spades. But for him it was just his parents in a relatively small village. No one cared once he moved out and with the distance even his parents came around.

Things are different for Satoru; he’s from a very prominent, influential Clan and he’s been in the spotlight since he could walk. If this gets out, it will have more of an impact, more ramifications than Suguru can probably imagine and so he readily agreed when Satoru asked to keep it secret.

And from what Suguru has heard about Satoru’s parents—and what he has seen on TV—he wouldn’t put it past them to punish him in whatever way, too, so of course telling them is out of the question.

He would never endanger Satoru like that.

But that only leaves him with one other option.

“Are you giving me an ultimatum?” Satoru wants to know, mindlessly dragging his finger in non-sense patterns over Suguru’s chest.

“No. I wouldn’t force you to do that. I’m just—ending things.”

It almost chokes him up, saying it like that, but he has to. He has to do this, for the both of them. Their relationship is not going to work out if they keep going like this and right now things are still good.

Right now he can leave Satoru, knowing that he’s the best thing that ever happened to him, instead of bitter and angry, like he’d surely turn in the future.

“So you don’t even give me a chance to fix it?” Satoru asks and Suguru sighs.

“The chance is there, Satoru,” he mutters. “But I’m not forcing you to choose. If you think you can tell your parents—fine. You know where I am. But I’m not—that’s not the condition, okay? I’m ending things, today, no matter what you say or what you promise. It’s over. And what happens after—we’ll see.”

“That’s—kind of cruel,” Satoru huffs out, his voice suspiciously wet and just hearing it is enough to bring tears to Suguru’s eyes as well.

“I know. I know, Satoru. If it helps at all, I’m breaking my own heart as well.”

“Only makes it more stupid,” Satoru mutters, but he presses himself closer, burrows as much into Suguru as he can and Suguru knows that he understands.

He might not like it, but Satoru understands as well.

“I’m sorry,” Suguru says, pulling Satoru up until he can pepper his face with kisses. “I love you. I’m sorry.”

“I’m going to hate you for this, a little bit, for a while,” Satoru warns him and Suguru nods even though he knows it’s a lie.

Satoru can no more hate him than he could hate Satoru and maybe, if they could, things would be easier between them.

This, at least, would be.

“Do you—plan to stay the night?” Satoru asks after a moment and he sounds so hopeful that Suguru hates himself for having to crush that.

“No. I’ll leave soon.”

“I see,” Satoru whispers and Suguru kisses the escaping tear away before it can make its way down Satoru’s face. “I wish I’d never met you.” His voice is barely audible in the space between them and this too Suguru knows for the lie it is.

Satoru made him the happiest man on earth; the same is true for Satoru, Suguru knows it. And if he can’t bring himself to regret the time they spent together, then he doubts Satoru can either.

And still, he partially agrees.

“It would make things easier,” he gives back and gently extracts himself from Satoru. “It would spare us this.”

Before he can get off the bed, Satoru’s hand snatches his.

“Was it worth it? Even when it ends like this? Was it, Suguru?”

“Of course it was, stupid,” Suguru softly says and leans down to press a kiss to Satoru’s forehead. “Knowing you, loving you—it will always be worth it and I wouldn’t change it, even if I could.”

“Alright.” Satoru nods, though he doesn’t seem much happier with that answer. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Goodbye, Satoru.”

Suguru leaves him there, on the bed, without a look back. He knows that if he were to look back, he’d stay, and he’d doom them both and so he keeps his head facing forwards and he simply walks away from his one and only.

It’s the worst kind of pain he ever experienced.

~*~*~

Suguru doesn’t hear from Satoru, because of course he doesn’t. They broke up; there would be no reason for Satoru to write him anymore. It’s still jarring, to adjust to a life that isn’t filled with Satoru and forcing himself to not look at his phone every five seconds out of habit is proving to be hard, so he mostly keeps it at home these days.

He still can’t bring himself to delete or block Satoru’s number.

Suguru arrives at home tired and weary after work, after a myriad of questions from his co-workers who all noticed that something is wrong with him and he wants to do nothing more than flop down on the couch and let his thoughts be drowned out by whatever stupid nonsense is on the TV, but he does go to find his phone first. He needs to at least check it every now and then.

When he picks it up, the helpful little bubble tells him that he has more messages than he reasonably knows what to do with, and for a split second Suguru wonders if someone died, when his eyes fall on a too-familiar name.

‘Call me when you get home’ is all Satoru wrote to him, after two weeks of absolute radio silence and Suguru has pressed the call button before he can consciously decide to do so.

“There you are, thank fuck,” Satoru breathes out after the first ring and Suguru is too confused to say anything. “Have you turned on your TV yet?” Satoru asks him, sounding slightly out of breath and Suguru frowns.

“No. Should I?”

“Hell no,” Satoru immediately says with a laugh and Suguru barely understands him over the background noise.

“Are you outside? What’s going on?”

“Listen, do not open the door for anyone expect me. Don’t answer your phone if it’s not me calling and please don’t look at any messages yet. I’ll be there in ten minutes and I’ll explain in person.”

“You’re starting to freak me out,” Suguru mutters. “But fine,” he eventually agrees, because he’ll always agree when Satoru asks him for something.

“Thank you,” Satoru says, sounding more out of breath than a minute ago.

“Are you running here?” Suguru asks with a frown and his only answer is Satoru’s panting breath. “Fine. I’ll read all of my messages if you’re not here in fifteen,” he then says, because he’s just as much of an asshole as Satoru can be and before Satoru can say something to that Suguru hangs up.

He’s tempted to do just what Satoru begged him not to, of course, but he stuffs his hands into his pockets and takes to pacing his living-room.

Suguru can’t remember the last time he didn’t see Satoru for two whole weeks but his mind comes up empty. Ever since they’ve met—even before they got together—they have met almost daily. He thinks three days was the longest they ever went without seeing each other and he almost feels sick with nerves.

He can’t help but to wonder what Satoru doesn’t want him to see yet, what he wants to explain in person and of course, he can’t stop himself from hoping.

Suguru made his stance clear. If Satoru is on his way here, surely it must mean—

His thoughts are interrupted by rapid knocking on his door and a quick look at the watch tells Suguru that seven minutes have passed. He eagerly makes his way over to the door but Satoru told him not to open it for anyone but him and while Suguru is certain that Satoru could have made it here in seven, he cannot be completely sure.

“Satoru?” he carefully asks, voice just loud enough to be heard through the door and he lets out a relieved breath when a muffled “Yes, now open up, I need to collapse somewhere that’s not out here.”

“Don’t make me laugh, you’re more of an athlete than I am, there’s no way you’re about to collapse,” Suguru says as he opens the door and he immediately finds himself with an armful of Satoru. “Hey, hey, careful,” Suguru mutters, scrambling to steady them lest they fall flat on their asses but Satoru is not any help at all with the way he’s clinging to Suguru.

“I have missed you,” Satoru breathes out and before Suguru can make him pull away, he moves away on his own. “Sorry, sorry, inappropriate, I know,” Satoru rushes out, raising his hands in defense and finally closing the door.

Right in the face of a panting reporter it seems, and Suguru turns towards Satoru with a frown.

“Explain,” he demands because for all that he’s elated to see Satoru, he can’t allow himself to feel that too deeply if he doesn’t know what’s going on.

Satoru could still leave any moment now and Suguru would have to mend a broken heart again.

“Right, okay, so,” Satoru starts, and just like Suguru a few moments ago, he starts to pace the living-room, accompanied by the ringing of the doorbell.

Suguru does not go over to check what the reporter wants because whatever is happening, he’d rather hear it from Satoru first.

“Satoru,” Suguru prompts when it takes too long for Satoru to start talking and Satoru turns around to him, a look of helpless despair on his face.

“I fucked up,” he says and wrings his hands in front of his chest. “Well, actually, I tried to make things better, by telling my family about you and somehow they misunderstood?”

Suguru’s heart almost beats out of his chest when he hears that Satoru told his family about them, but he’s still not sure what’s going on, so he forces the bubbling happiness down.

“They misunderstood what?”

“Apparently, me telling them about you equates to us being an established item.”

“Okay,” Suguru agrees, because so far he can’t see what’s there to misunderstand. If Satoru did tell his family, then for all that Suguru cares they are in a committed relationship.

“And we’re set to marry in spring,” Satoru rushes out and Suguru blinks.

“Come again?”

“Fuck, I knew you’d hate it, goddamit,” Satoru mutters and pushes a hand into his hair, tearing on his strands.

“Satoru, calm down and tell me what that means,” Suguru forces himself to say and Satoru deflates where he stands.

“I told them everything; how we’ve been sneaking around for a while, how you complete me in a way I didn’t think was possible, how I can’t live without you. And somehow that led to them hearing we’re engaged and they set the wedding for spring.”

“You—can’t live without me?” Suguru breathes out and in two big steps he’s right in front of Satoru. “You told your family?”

“Suguru, are you not listening, they think we’re getting married!”

“Yeah. So lets.”

“Lets what?”

“Get married,” Suguru simply says because this hardly seems like the worst thing in the world to him.

“You broke up with me two weeks ago!”

“I broke up with you because I love you more than my own life, Satoru. I—” Suguru bites his lip before he decides to fuck it. “My plan was to ask you to marry me if you should tell your family about us. That has always been my plan, Satoru, so I really don’t care.”

“You—want to marry me?”

“Satoru, are you not listening to me? You’re my one and only, who else am I going to marry if not you?”

“You don’t understand what that means, Suguru,” Satoru says, desperation colouring his voice. “That reporter out there? One of many. It’s already all over the news, your face, who you are; I bet your phone is blowing up with notifications from your family and friends, demanding to know why they had to hear about this over the news instead of from you directly. You have no clue what it means to date me, openly, publicly.”

“I guess I’m going to find out, right?” Suguru says and then hesitates. “I mean—assuming you still want to. I kinda just assumed with you telling your family and all.”

“Oh, for fucks sake don’t be stupid,” Satoru groans out and pulls Suguru into a kiss. “Of course I want to.”

“Great. So, a spring wedding, huh?”

“My mom wants cherry blossoms everywhere,” Satoru tells him with an eyeroll and Suguru laughs, happy and in love and apparently engaged.

“Let her have that. We get what we want on that day, too, so let her have that. Do you need me to go down on a knee?” he asks, completely out of the blue if Satoru’s confused blinking is anything to go by and Suguru laughs when Satoru goes bright red in the face.

“Suguru!”

“What? Do you want me to, yes or no?”

“Yes, okay?” Satoru mutters and hides his face behind his hands.

Suguru pulls his hands away, pressing kisses to his palms before he peppers them all over Satoru’s face and then he smoothly goes down on one knee.

“Satoru,” he starts and immediately, Satoru tears up, so Suguru decides to keep it simple. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” Satoru manages to get out, right before the tears spill over and Suguru laughs as he gets back up and immediately moves in for a kiss.

It tastes of salty tears, sugary love and never-ending happiness and Suguru wouldn’t have it any other way.

Just like he wouldn’t have Satoru any other way than as his husband. He can’t wait for spring.