#this ends abruptly oopsies

[arabaka-archived]

Reigen taking you from behind and running his delicate hand up and down your back to encourage you to arch and bend into his thrusts 🥴🥴🥴

ʚ｡ﾟ☁︎｡ɞ｡ and as his hands leave your hips, sweeping up your back, it's only second nature for him to massage those tender muscles of yours. after all, you deserve it for taking him so well.

skilled thumbs rubbing crescents on the way up, he's making you come undone in every way. torso stretched, your face buried into the bedsheets, he's satisfied to see you keep up that perfect arch of yours. on your tiptoes, your body wobbles on every wet smack! of his cock plunging base-deep in your sopping wet pussy, dribbles of your combined juices splashing on his pelvis and dripping streaks down your legs.

"doing so well," his voice above the squelches of your sex, "god- s-shit- f-feels so..." his voice gives way to groans laden with lust, with a drive to fuck all your worries right out of you.

[player042]

A DEBT TO THE HEART | kang dae-ho

pairing: kang dae-ho (player 388) x reader

summary: you thought you'd left dae-ho behind for his own good, but fate has a cruel way of bringing the past back to life; now, in the deadly arena of the games, avoiding him is no longer an option, even as old feelings threaten to overwhelm you.

warning: hurt/comfort, some tears here and there, a bit angsty, established relationship and breakup mentioned, loving someone so much it hurts, other players mentioned, also mention of bloody and deadly squid game themes, lovers to strangers to lovers again? please enjoy ♥️

word count: 5k (oopsi, but you'll love it, promise <3)

You loved Dae-ho. You loved him with a depth that words could scarcely capture, and he, in turn, made sure you could hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes, and feel it in every touch just how deeply he loved you. But sometimes, even love was not enough, for love could not fill an empty stomach or silence the relentless ticking of overdue clocks. With each passing day, the small apartment you shared with Dae-ho felt colder and emptier, despite him always being there. The weight of your mutual debts loomed over every conversation, every glance, every touch.

You noticed how he'd come home later and later, his shoulders hunched as if the world rested entirely on them. He stopped smiling as much, and when he did, it didn't reach his eyes. You were no better. Your sleepless nights had you pacing, worrying over bills, debt collectors, and the way his kind heart made him try to fix everything for you, even at his own expense. You made the decision after a particularly brutal encounter with a debt collector. They'd come to your apartment, banging on the door, shouting threats. Dae-ho had stood between you and the door, his body rigid with tension as he told them to leave. That night, as he slept fitfully beside you, you stared at the ceiling, your heart breaking. You couldn't let him do this anymore, couldn't let him sacrifice himself for you, he deserved better.

That's why you found yourself remembering those exact thoughts while you were having dinner late at night. The small kitchen felt stifling, the hum of the fridge and the faint ticking of the wall clock amplifying the silence. You'd spent days rehearsing this moment, but now, as Dae-ho sat across from you, his familiar features etched with exhaustion and quiet hope, the words felt impossible.

But you had to say them. You had to let him go.

"We need to talk," your voice was firmer than you felt. Your heart raced, but your face remained a mask of composure.

He looked up from his bowl of rice, chopsticks hovered mid-air, his brows furrowing. "What's wrong?"

"I think..." You paused, the words catching in your throat. "I think we need to end this."

The chopsticks clattered onto the table, the sound startling in the quiet room. He stared at you, disbelief etched into every line of his face. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying this isn't working anymore," you said, gripping the edge of the table so hard your knuckles turned white. "We're holding each other back, Dae-ho. I can't do this anymore."

His eyes darkened, his voice low and trembling, "Holding each other back? Is that what you think this is? After everything we've been through?"

"You're drowning because of me," your voice cracking. Tears blurred your vision, but you didn't let them fall. "I can't let you destroy yourself trying to fix things for me."

"You think this is about you?" he asked, his tone rising. "You think my problems magically go away if you're not here? That's not true, and you know it. Don't do this. Don't push me away."

You couldn't meet his gaze, your fingers trembling as they dug into the table. "I'm doing this for you," you whispered, barely audible.

"No," his chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood abruptly, his voice breaking, "You're doing this to me."

Frustrated, you stood up too, "I've watched you work yourself to death for me," your voice rising to meet his, "Every time something goes wrong, you're there, trying to fix it, trying to shoulder everything! I can't let you do that anymore!"

"You think I care about that?" he shouted, his hands slamming onto the table. His voice cracked as he added, "I want to carry it! I'd do anything for you, because you're- you're everything to me!"

Your chest tightened, his words hitting like a punch to the gut. "And what about you? What happens when you break under the weight of it all? Then what? I can't stand the thought of being the reason you-"

"You're not the reason for anything!" he yelled, his voice raw. "The debt, the stress, it's all mine. Don't you dare blame yourself for this."

"But it's not just yours anymore!" you shouted, tears finally streaming down your face. "It became mine the moment we decided to do this together. And that's why I have to leave. Because I'm holding you back, and you're holding me back, and we'll destroy each other if this keeps going!"

He stepped back as if you'd struck him, his hands falling limply to his sides. His voice, once so loud, now came out as a whisper. "You don't mean that."

"I do," you lied, your heart breaking with every word. "I don't see a future for us anymore, Dae-ho."

The silence that followed was deafening, the weight of your words sinking into the space between you. His jaw clenched, his eyes glistening as he struggled to keep his composure.

"If this is what you want," he said finally, his voice shaking, "then fine. But don't pretend this is for me. This is your choice. Own it."

You turned away, biting your lip to keep from sobbing. "I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

And with that, you just left in the middle of the night, bags already prepared beforehand, your heart shattering with every step. The sound of the door closing behind you was louder than it should have been, echoing in your chest like the final nail in a coffin.

Alone in the now-silent kitchen, Dae-ho sank into his chair, his hands trembling as they gripped the edge of the table. He stared at your empty seat, the half-eaten bowl of rice in front of him a stark reminder of your presence just minutes ago.

The tears he'd held back began to fall, silent and unrelenting, as he whispered into the empty room, "You're wrong. You're not holding me back... you're everything I need."

Years passed, three, to be exact, and you hadn't heard from Dae-ho since the day you parted ways. Sometimes, especially in those first months after the breakup, you found yourself longing for him with an intensity that felt unbearable. So many times, you wanted to call him, just to hear his voice, to tell him about your day, to ask how work had been, or even something as simple as what he wanted for dinner. Too often, you'd thought about taking a detour just to walk past his neighborhood, unannounced, clinging to the faint hope of catching a fleeting glimpse of him. But you knew it was for the best, his best. 

People always said time heals all wounds, but that wasn't true. Time doesn't heal anything, it doesn't mend, it doesn't fix. All time does is teach you how to live with the weight of what's broken. And despite the years that had passed, you still yearned for him in the quiet moments, still missed him like a phantom ache. You'd come to accept the sheer vastness of Seoul, its endless streets and countless faces, and resigned yourself to the thought that you'd probably never cross paths with Dae-ho again, not by chance, not by fate, not ever.

That's why you were utterly stunned when you found yourself standing in the expansive arena looking straight at him, surrounded by strangers in identical green tracksuits in the midst of a nightmare. The doll's haunting song, the sound of gunfire, and the smell of blood filling the air, it was pure chaos. Some of them were already lying lifeless on the ground, their blood pooling beneath them. Your heart pounded violently in your chest, fear coursing through your veins as you tried to process what you'd gotten yourself into. And even more importantly—

He was here.

Dae-ho stood to your right, a few feet diagonally in front of you. His broad shoulders were tense, his stance alert as his eyes scanned the room with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. His hair was slightly longer now, tied in a half-up, half-down style, and his face carried a weariness that hadn't been there before, a hard edge born of time and struggle. But there was no mistaking him. It was him. Dae-ho.

During the whole cursed red light, green light game, you couldn't stop glancing at him. He was strong and steady, helping a few others stay calm and focused as the horror doll's eerie song echoed through the air. Among the chaos and panic, Player 456 stood out. His voice rang out over the trembling murmurs of the other players, guiding them on when to move and when to freeze.

You barely survived, your legs trembling as you crossed the finish line. Relief washed over you, not just from the sheer fact that you were still alive, but also because 456's instructions had kind of anchored you when panic threatened to take over. And even then, your eyes sought him out. Dae-ho. Relief flooded you again when you saw he'd made it too, his chest heaving, his gaze scanning the crowd as if looking for someone. As if looking for you. 

You were certain, however, that he hadn't seen you, and you made sure it stayed that way for as long as possible. 

It surprised you later when he pressed O during the voting. Your chest tightened. Because after witnessing the pure horror of the first game, you had immediately pressed X to quit and leave this place. The idea of staying in a place like this was unthinkable. That's why you had assumed Dae-ho would have done the same.

Why would he want to stay? Did he care so little about his life now?

And the worst part? With just one single vote tipping the majority, the games continued.

You made yourself invisible. First, to keep all the unpleasant people at bay, and second, because you simply weren't ready to face him. For now, you stuck close to an older woman and her son, Player 149 and Player 007. At the same time, you watched Dae-ho from a distance as he spoke with Player 456, the former winner of the games, as you had just learned. You owed him your second reprieve, too, his speech during the voting had drawn all the attention to himself. Dae-ho spent his time with him, as well as with Player 001 and Player 390. It seemed he had already found his group.

Watching him from afar, you couldn't help but notice how he still carried that same kindness, that same strength that had made you fall in love with him. But the game of hide-and-seek came to an end the next day when the second game forced you to split into groups. Before you even realized it, your group was already at the front of the line. You were all bound together, each of you tasked with completing a series of mini-games and needing to cross the finish line within five minutes. Otherwise, you would be mercilessly shot in front of the other players, as had happened with the group before yours.

Just seconds earlier, you had been watching Dae-ho as he practiced his Gonggi part, stretching his wrist. Despite the grotesque circumstances, it brought a fleeting smile to your face. For a brief moment, you saw the carefree, boyish Dae-ho you used to know. The one who tirelessly worked with his group, lifting their spirits and even helping a young woman with the number 222 (according to Geum-ja, she was pregnant, and you could see it). It somehow hurt to see him like this, still trying to be a savior even when he had nothing left to give.

When his eyes finally found yours, he froze. For a moment, the noise and chaos around you faded, and it was just the two of you, staring at each other across the room as the guards bound your leg to that of your teammate.

By some miracle, your team won the second game. If that wasn't a sign from the heavens, you didn't know what else could be. You had been the clear underdogs from the start. Even while preparing, you'd overheard some of the men muttering amongst themselves, convinced your team was doomed. "They'll definitely bite the dust," one of them had sneered.

But when the red tape of the finish line snapped, the room erupted into cheers. Not because they liked you so much, but because they thought, If they can survive this, we'll surely survive as well. It was obvious they'd written your group off; a fragile old woman, her aimless son, a timid girl who barely spoke, a trans player still finding her footing, and you. Yet somehow, against all odds, you had crossed that finish line together.

Your heart raced as your eyes instinctively searched for Dae-ho. Across the room, he stood among his team, his gaze locked on you. For a moment, it looked like he was about to rush toward you, arms open, ready to pull you into a celebratory embrace. Your chest tightened, and you quickly turned back to your team, reminding yourself to keep your distance.

You threw yourself into the moment instead, hugging your teammates as the guards ushered you five out of the room.

Back in the dormitory, time stretched unbearably. With every passing minute, your nerves grew more frayed. Dae-ho hadn't returned.

At first, you rationalized it. The early groups were expected to be back sooner. But as the tenth, eleventh, twentieth, and even fortieth group arrived without him, dread started to creep in. What if he hadn't made it? What if someone in his group had messed up? What if, God forbid, his body was already being wheeled away, zipped into one of those cold black coffins with a mocking pink bow?

The thought sent a shudder through you, and you shook your head, forcing it away. You couldn't let yourself go there. Not yet.

Just as you felt the edges of panic begin to take hold, the doors finally opened one last time. There he was, walking in with the final group, his face glowing with triumph. That familiar grin spread across his face, and he looked as though the weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

A breath you hadn't realized you were holding escaped in a rush, leaving you lightheaded with relief. For a moment, everything else faded, your fear, your doubts, the shadows of this hellish game. All that mattered was that he was safe, still standing, still him.

Of course, the games continued the next day. This time, the vote wasn't even close, over a dozen more people chose to keep playing. You were doomed to continue these death games. And yet, a small part of you was relieved to see an X on Dae-ho's chest. That didn't mean you stopped avoiding him, oh no, you were still committed to that strategy. Every time you felt he might be getting close, you darted in the opposite direction, struck up a quick conversation with someone nearby, rushed toward the bathroom, or climbed into your top bunk and pulled the blanket over yourself, determined to make it clear he shouldn't approach you. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the way your chest ached every time you saw him.

Was it childish? Most definitely. Was it foolish? Probably. Did it accomplish anything? You didn't even know. All you knew was that you weren't ready to face him, not yet. You weren't ready to confront the flood of emotions, the pain, and the memories that his presence would bring. What good would it do to talk to him now?

And so, the third game arrived. You prayed silently that it would finally be the last.

The circular room you stood in was overwhelming. The massive, spinning platform in the center loomed ominously, while the 50 numbered rooms along the walls felt impossibly distant. The air was thick with tension, players murmuring nervously as the female voice explained the rules.

Your heart pounded as you stepped onto the platform, your eyes scanning the crowd instinctively, and landing on him. Dae-ho was standing on the opposite end, his arms crossed as he took in the rules. His jaw was set, his expression unreadable, but you knew him well enough to sense the tension radiating from him.

You tore your eyes away, trying to focus. Stay sharp. Survive.

The platform began to spin, a hauntingly cheerful tune playing as you stood rigidly in place. When it stopped, the display above flashed a number: 10.

Panic erupted as players scrambled to form groups. You grabbed Hyun-ju, Geum-ja, Yong-sik, and Young-mi, holding onto them tightly as the timer began ticking down, and you only vaguely noticed as your group joined another group of five. Together, you pushed your way into a room, barely making it inside before the doors sealed shut.

Breathing heavily, you looked up only to see that across the room, Dae-ho stood with his group. 456, 390, 001, 222. No way. Dae-ho's eyes locked onto yours almost instantly, the proximity between you both the closest it had been in years.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, stepping toward you. His voice carried that familiar warmth, even undercut by tension. 

The words froze you for a moment. You hadn't expected him to speak to you directly, and certainly not with such concern. "I'm fine," you managed, your voice steady even as your hands tightened into fists at your sides. "We made it."

Before he could say more, Hyun-ju intervened, and you inwardly thanked her for that. "We're all fine," she said sharply, though not unkindly. Her eyes flicked between you and Dae-ho, clearly assessing the unspoken tension. "Let's focus on staying that way."

The room settled into an uneasy silence as the timer reset. You kept your distance, stealing occasional glances at Dae-ho as he conferred not only with his group, but also with your group. He still had that same steady energy, guiding Player 222 to sit down on the ground with a reassuring tone and helpful hand. It sent a pang through you, a strange mix of admiration, longing, jealousy, and bitterness.

Once the doors opened, you couldn't wait to leave it as soon as possible and be back on the platform. You exhaled, ignoring the bloodbath on the ground and waiting for the next round to begin.

"Still avoiding me, huh?" Dae-ho's low voice came from behind you, startling you slightly. You turned your head just enough to see him standing there, his gaze unreadable.

"I'm not avoiding you," you lied, crossing your arms defensively. "There are just... a lot of people here."

"Right," he said, his tone carrying the faintest trace of sarcasm. He stepped closer, lowering his voice even further to avoid drawing attention. "You didn't even look at me back in there. I'm not stupid."

You glanced quickly toward the others slowly and exhaustedly taking their places on the platform. No one was paying attention to you.

"What do you want, Dae-ho?" you asked quietly, keeping your voice even.

"I just want to know how you're doing," he said, his tone softening. "You're here, in this mess, and... it's not like I don't care."

The sincerity in his voice made your stomach twist. You turned fully to face him, your arms still crossed. "Why does it matter? You should focus on your group. They need you."

He studied you for a moment, his expression still unreadable. "And you don't?"

"I didn't say that," you said quickly, then shook your head, frustrated at yourself for engaging. "I'm fine, Dae-ho. I can take care of myself."

He exhaled softly, his eyes searching yours. "You don't have to."

The words hung between you, heavy and unspoken. For a moment, the room felt smaller, quieter. Just then, the platform beneath your feet began to rumble softly, the motion sudden and disorienting as it started to spin again. The unexpected movement threw you off balance, and you instinctively reached out, your hand brushing against his chest before you could steady yourself again. Dae-ho's hand moved as well out of reflex, hovering near you, but he hesitated, his fingers curling back before he touched you.

Everyone focused on regaining their footing, the air heavy with anticipation. No one spoke now. All eyes turned to the display above, waiting for the next number to be announced. The tension thickened, each second dragging as the platform continued to spin, the haunting melody playing once again.

Your pulse quickened, the unease growing. You stole one last glance at Dae-ho, but his attention was already on the display, his jaw set, his posture steady despite the shifting ground beneath him.

And then, the platform stopped, the number flashing ominously on the screen. 4.

Your heart sank as you realized you'd have to split off from your current group. Geum-ja and Yong-sik clung to each other immediately, and Hyun-ju put a protective hand on Young-mi's shoulder. Before anyone could ask what you'd do, you took a step back.

"I'll find another group," you said quickly, avoiding their gazes.

Hyun-ju frowned but nodded. "Be careful," she said, her tone laced with suspicion.

You didn't wait for anyone to say more, darting into the fray, hurrying to put as much distance between Dae-ho and yourself. You managed to gather three strangers, players who looked just desperate enough not to question you, as you secured a room in time. The door sealed shut behind you, and for a brief moment, you let out a shaky breath, pretending that the tightness in your chest wasn't from leaving him behind again.

By the final round, only 126 players remained. The platform spun for what felt like an eternity before stopping abruptly. The number on the display flashed: 2.

The room erupted into chaos. People sprinted, shoving and clawing at each other in desperation. You froze, your mind blank as you scanned the crowd. Panic blurred your thoughts, the timer ticking down far too fast.

Until you saw him.

Dae-ho was weaving through the throng of people, his movements sharp and precise. Before you could think twice, he turned, his eyes meeting yours. For a second, everything else faded, the noise, the chaos, the rising panic. It was just him, standing there, staring at you as though time had stopped.

But then he moved, closing the distance between you in two quick strides. Before you could react, his hand wrapped firmly around your wrist, and he pulled you toward the nearest room.

"Come on!" he barked, his tone urgent but unyielding.

The two of you ran, weaving through the crowd as the timer ticked dangerously close to zero. You barely registered the other players anymore, your entire focus on the warmth of his hand and the steady pull of his grip.

The door slammed shut behind you just as the timer hit zero. You collapsed against the wall, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. Dae-ho stood across from you, his gaze burning into yours as the silence stretched between you.

"We need to talk," he said finally, his voice low but firm.

You stared at him, your mind racing, unsure of whether to run again or finally face the storm you had spent so long avoiding.

The silence felt heavier than the air in the room, pressing down on your chest as if daring you to speak first. You remained frozen, your back against the cold wall, your mind racing with every reason to avoid this conversation. But Dae-ho didn't move. His gaze was unwavering, cutting through your defenses like a blade.

"You've been running from me since the moment I saw you," he said, his voice quiet but laced with frustration. "And I'm tired of pretending I don't notice."

You opened your mouth to argue, to deny it, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, you dropped your gaze, focusing on the floor beneath you, the slight tremor in your legs a reminder of just how close you'd come to death moments ago.

"You don't understand," you muttered finally, your voice barely audible.

"Then make me understand," he shot back, his tone sharper now. He stepped closer, the weight of his presence making it impossible to look anywhere else but at him. "You think I'm just going to ignore you? Pretend like you're not here? Like I don't-" He stopped himself, his jaw tightening as if he were physically restraining the words.

He sighed, his tone softening. "Seeing you here, in this place… Do you have any idea what that's been like for me?"

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening as his words sank in. "I didn't ask you to follow me here," you whispered, the words cutting even as you said them.

"I didn't follow you," he replied, the intensity in his voice making you flinch. "I didn't even know you were here until I saw you during that second game. And if I had-" He stopped again, running a hand through his hair. "If I had, I would've never pressed O. We would've walked out right then. Only one vote decided to quit or continue the games. My vote."

The rawness in his voice made your stomach twist. You forced yourself to look at him, and for the first time, you saw the exhaustion etched into his features, the weight he'd been carrying, the same weight you'd been trying to run from.

"Then why didn't you quit when you had the chance? Why do you blame me for your own vote?" you asked, your tone sharper than you intended.

"I don't blame you. It's just… if you weren't here, I'd have nothing to lose," he admitted, his voice dropping. "I thought if I won, I could fix what I broke. What we broke."

You blinked at him, your heart pounding. "You mean, what I broke."

"Stop saying that," he said, his voice rising slightly. "Stop taking the blame for something we both had a hand in. I made mistakes, too, and you leaving, it didn't fix anything. It just made it worse."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away, refusing to let them fall. "You don't know what it was like," you said quietly. "Watching you work yourself to death, trying to fix everything for me. I couldn't stay and watch you destroy yourself."

"So you destroyed us instead?" he asked, the hurt evident in his voice.

The words hit like a punch to the gut, and you felt the tears you'd been holding back finally spill over. "It was the only way I could save you."

"Save me?" he repeated, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "You didn't save me. You just made me lose the only thing I cared about. And you know what's worse? I thought I deserved it. I thought I wasn't good enough for you, that I let you down."

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, your chest heaving as the weight of his pain settled over you like a suffocating blanket.

"I'm sorry," you whispered finally, your voice breaking. "I thought... I thought I was doing the right thing."

Dae-ho's expression softened, and he took another step closer, his voice quieter now. "The right thing would've been staying and letting me figure it out with you. That's all I ever wanted."

Tears welled in your eyes as you whispered, "I thought you hated me."

He kneeled in front of you, his hands trembling as they cupped your face. "I could never hate you. Not for a second. I loved you then, and I love you now."

The words broke something inside you, your tears spilling over as you finally let yourself feel the weight of it all. You shook your head, realizing the mistake you made, "I thought I was protecting you."

"And I thought I was protecting you," he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. "But all we did was hurt each other."

Both his thumbs swiped away the tears that slipped down your cheeks. "I don't care about the past. I don't care about anything except this. Right now. Tell me you don't love me, and I'll walk away. But if there's even a part of you that still-"

"I never stopped," you cut in, your voice barely audible.

His breath hitched, and he pulled you into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your hair and holding you as though afraid you might slip away again. His body was warm, solid, and for the first time in years, you felt like you could breathe.

The two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours, clinging to each other as the weight of the world pressed down on you.

"We don't know what's going to happen," you said finally, your voice shaky. "These games... they're not going to let us both make it out alive."

His grip on you tightened, his jaw clenching. "We'll figure it out. We'll survive. Both of us."

"Dae-"

"Don't," he said firmly, pulling back to look at you. "I already lost you once. I'm not losing you again."

You opened your mouth to respond, but the sound of the announcement system crackling to life cut you off. The same automated female voice filled the room, announcing the end of the game.

The moment shattered, the tension between you replaced by the cold reality of where you were. But as the words faded and doors unlocked again, Dae-ho didn't move away. His gaze remained fixed on yours, a silent promise lingering in his eyes.

This wasn't over. Not yet.

[dearpyramus]

Lip x sick!reader

tags/warnings: soft!lip, probs ooc (sorry), doting!lip, sick!reader, emetophobia tw (nothing graphic)

a/n: i wrote this while drunk LMAOOO hope it’s ok, also kinda rushed the end oopsie daisy, 1.2k words

(fic btc)

Lip’s calloused hands snuck around your waist as you straddled on top of him, hips grinding against his crotch. Your hands trailed his shoulders, lips famished for his own.

It was the perfect moment: hot, heavy, and pure ecstasy—if it weren’t for the pain in your stomach. You had been feeling like that for a bit but tried your hardest to push it down. You were sweating; it felt cold and clammy. It took so much in your body to will yourself to continue, feeling weaker by the minute. You pushed it down, however. You didn’t want to ruin this moment.

You couldn’t keep up the act for much longer. Either you were terrible at hiding it or Lip had some sixth sense when it came to you. Whatever the answer, you felt his motions on your waist abruptly pause. When you lifted your head to face his, you were met with furrowed brows. A soft and concerned expression pained his face, and immediately you felt your stomach drop. You ruined the moment, you thought

You leaned in to press a kiss to his lips, continuing to grind your hips into his. The movement was pointless as he was quick to pull you away.

“Baby…what’s wrong?”

Of course he had to pull out that soft voice of his. Something only few people were given the privilege of hearing. Something that never failed to make you absolutely melt; feeling like a lullaby to your ears.

You let out a shaky sigh, trying to shake off the nausea and fatigue.

“I’m uh—“

You trailed off, not wanting to lie but also not wanting to worry him. Perhaps you weren’t actually sick and you were just being dramatic. You wouldn’t put it past yourself.

Before you could finish you thought, he introjected, still retaining that soothing voice.

“You don’t look so well…”

His response caused a realization in you. You looked as shitty as you felt. There really was no point in hiding it now. What was supposed to be a romantic night was now him trying to nurse you back to health.

God damn it, you thought. Why’d your body have to ruin this.

You almost instinctively let out a shaky sigh. You hated being sick; it always caused a feeling of panic whenever you felt even the slightest hint of nausea. You tried your best to remain composed, hoping it was just dull pain.

You didn’t register the silence until he spoke up again, cooing softly.

“Talk to me baby”

A large hand cradled your cheek, thumb rubbing softly and tilting your head to meet his. You were still stacked on top of him and noticed how your body quivered with exhaustion. Whoever gave you this sickness was going to pay.

“I don’t—feel too hot…”

Your breath hitched as you spoke, taking so much effect to even choke out a few words. Your arms felt like they were gonna give out. You wanted nothing more than to flop onto his chest. You remained strong, not wanting to seem clingy. You were much more needy when you were sick, much to your embarrassment.

His hand moved from your cheek to your forehead, softly pressing down. You couldn’t help but to close your eyes, relishing the contact. God, why were you so needy?

“Jesus, babe, you’re burning up”, he sighed, rubbing your forehead.

You couldn’t help but to mutter an apology, even though it was out of your control. This was supposed to be a romantic night, now he has to play nurse. Go figure, you thought. He was quick to shush you and shake his head, leaving no room for argument.

“Hey, if you’re not feeling good that’s ok. Lemme take care of you. You’d do the same for me”

Damn it, you thought. He was right. You would do the same for him in a heartbeat. You were a hypocrite.

You let out a shaky sigh, too exhausted to counter him. You flopped text to him, lying on your back and rubbing your face. God, you felt like shit. All you could do now was hope for it to pass. Unfortunately, you only seemed to feel worse.

Lip was about to say something when you cupped your mouth, mentally preparing yourself for what was about to occur. You made a mad dash to the bathroom, running lik you’d never both. You leaned over the toilet to heave. Lip was quick to follow you. A hand was placed on your back, rubbing soft circles as you got sick. Another hand gently pulled back you hair. He whispered soft reassurances to you as you got sick.

“Just let it out, don’t fight it….thats it, baby”

Once you were done you let out a gasp, still leaning against the toilet. You let out a whimper, your body trembling a bit. Lip was still rubbing your heaving back. His voice was impossibly soft as he leaned closer to you.

“Shh shhh shhhh. I know, i know baby. I know you feel shitty. I’m sorry…”

You wanted to tell him to not apologize, that it was out of his control. Instead, you continued to try and catch your breath, feeling too shitty to do anything else. The movements on your back were a bit firmer.

“S’okay. You’re okay. Y’just sick, is all. I know…i know…”

He continued his rambles of reassurances as you tried to collect yourself. You willed yourself to lip your head up, still looking down as you let go of the toilet seat. The hand grasping your hair moved to your thigh and began to press firmly at the expanse there.

“How ‘bout i run ya a nice bath, hm?”

You nodded. The idea of a bath sounded heavenly right now. Lip smiled, which sent a wave a warmth through your body. You could never get enough of it.

The sounds of the water soon filled the bathroom. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, slowly coaxing you up to your feet. You would never admit it, but you enjoyed this doting side of Lip. You couldn’t help but to lean against him, feeling too weak to stand on your own.

“I gotcha, just lean on me”

He murmured, repeating like a mantra as he lowered you into the tub. The water felt so nice, causing you to relax ever so slightly. You curled your knees into your chest and hugged them. It was a self-soothing mechanism you’ve had for the longest time.

Lip continued to coo reassurances to you as he washed your body. He gently rubbed body wash on your body, trying to soothe you as much as he could.

“That’s it, just try to relax….i know ya feel gross…good girl, that’s it…I gotcha”, he would murmur.

He rubbed shampoo into your hair, fingers gently massaging your scalp. You felt as if you could fall asleep right then. He continued these gentle motions as he rinsed it out and applied conditioner. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, sighing softly at the affection.

You wanted to cry at how gentle he was being, even when he was drying you off. He treated you as if you were fragile and could potentially break at any moment; with such care and love. You relished this soft side of Lip, hoping you’d get to see more of it.

[trashisstillhere]

(Tw: unreality, Scopophobia. Mentions of death and blood (not in the drawings but the text you will see under them!)

“Entry ???”

“For these past few months… I have noticed someone out there at night, someone who seemed to glow bright with light, literally! It looked like an actual goddess! She was…so beautiful! I really thought I was seeing a true deity for the first time in my life like the ones you hear from stories! I tried calling out for her but I never got a response.

So I went to try find her myself, hoping that maybe I could finally talk to her now, maybe even get my wishes become true!.. and maybe even finally get to see her face that I never got the chance to see before!

But I was wrong, I was SO WRONG!

That wasn’t no true goddess, no deity. not even HUMAN!! No…that…that THING was no true deity!! That was…was…a DEMON!!! A REAL DEMON I TELL YOU!!!

All the blood, all the bodies, the monsters, these awful gas around the place, the destruction- IT WAS AWFUL!!! ALL DONE BECAUSE OF HER- IT!!! IT WAS ALL ITS DOING!!! ALL OF IT HAPPENING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!!! ALL I SAW WAS THE DEAD BODIES OF MY OWN FAMILY!!

WHAT HAVE I DONE!? WHY DID I CHASE THAT HORRIBLE CREATURE TO BEGIN WITH!? ITS ALL MY FAULT!! AND NOW, ITS FACE HAUNTS ME. THE FACE THAT I, BACK THEN, ALWAYS WONDERED ABOUT WHAT LOOKED LIKE… ITS.. DEMONIC!!! THOSE EYES, THOSE MANY EYES. I SEE THEM WATCH ME EVERYDAY, EVERY NIGHT, EVEN NOW AS IM WRITING THIS ALL DOWN!!

(A long messy line seemed to be drawn under the letters, as if done by accident..?)

ITS HERE, ITS HERE AGAIN AND ITS LOOKING FOR ME!! WHAT AM I GONNA DO!? I HAVE NO WHERE ELSE TO GO!!! PLEASE!! ANYONE OUT THERE, WHOEVER YOU ARE!! IF YOU SOMEHOW FIND THIS AND HAD READ IT!! PLEASE!!! WARN EVERYONE ABOUT THIS!! ABOUT IT!! ABOUT-“

(The writing seems to have abruptly ended before it could even be finished, a few big splashes of fresh blood now staining the letters… soon, a piece of paper being ripped to shreds before being all burned into a crisp could be heard…)

….

..

.

“I apologise, young mortal… but I cannot let you do that…. I’d rather let the reveal of my existence be done by myself.”

—————

R.i.p unknown person

HOLY MOLYYYY ITS DONE BBYYYY

I just started this yesterday and didn’t think I would even finish it today (especially along with this text i decided to add after the drawings) but here I am gghdhdhd,,,

The ‘goddess’ content lets goooooo-

And yea, I put some song lycris in this! It’s literally just the words at the end of the song but i really liked it so yea,,

Phew….now if you excuse me, I gotta answer some few asks I have gotten oopsie,,,

[tiramissyoucake]

not adding a title to this, it was supposed to be a drabble but i got too into it..... oopsie

MINORS+AGELESS BLOGS DNI, Toji Fushiguro x reader, characters are 18+, reader is pink bimbo coded, predator prey kink? idk toji chases reader around the house, 1.1k words

CW: nsfw heavily mentioned but no full smut, toji is horny but reader wants to paint her nails. plushies used as ammunition (reader throws them at toji lol), some proof reading

You usually liked the rain, but today it ruined all your plans and you almost swore hatred on it. You had an appointment with a nail technician which was canceled minutes after you began getting ready due to the rain escalating into a storm (honestly you wouldn’t have gone even if it was regular rain; that would mean ruining your adorable new shoes! You paid a fortune for those!), a friend of yours canceled plans due to said storm as well- Mother Nature was against you today.

It wasn’t ALL bad, you settled for staying inside in your cutest pajamas and you even got a few chores done, now you relaxed on your couch as you painted your nails, your nail appointment may have been canceled but that won’t stop you from your pursuit of aesthetics. The silence was annoying to deal with at first but after a snack and a few episodes of your favorite show, you found the atmosphere quite nice.

You were abruptly pulled out of your tranquility as the door slammed open and then shut, the rainstorm’s noise briefly filled the room before growing muffled again, your eyes followed the noise and saw your giant of a boyfriend covered in rainwater and.. you want to say grime but you think its blood from his latest job. Toji kicked aside his shoes and threw his bag aside grunting to himself, he hadn’t noticed you yet.

As he walked in, the water dripped off him and soaked into your floor, you grew irritated.

“Umm.. could you not?” You asked him with a look of disappointment, you had just wiped the floor earlier! He looked up at you with an indiscernible expression. “I just wiped the floor like 2 minutes ago! You’re cleaning that up!”

Usually, he’d whine and groan about chores but this time he just stared at you, slowly you became unnerved as those eyes studied you- the scariest part is that you didn’t know what he was thinking, but in the back of your mind you knew what was about to happen.

“… Toji?”

He took one step forward towards you.

“Toji, no.” you reprimanded, he took another step

“Toji, yes.” He simply replied as he cracked his neck once, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

“I said no! I’m doing my nails!!” A grin graced his features, one where you knew you have to start running.

You both stared each other down for a moment before Toji lunged at you, you narrowly escaped by climbing over the couch leaving behind a cushion in his arms, he quickly tossed it aside and followed after you.

“C’MERE!!” He practically yelled as he easily leaped over the couch and followed after you, you let out a loud ‘NOOOO!’ the adrenaline quickly spiked in your system as your lover chased you like some starved predator.

Your chase consisted of him almost cornering you in multiple areas of your house, he almost reached for you over the kitchen table, you barely dodged him near the bathroom, you had a moment to breathe at the kitchen doorway before sprinting away after he almost caged you in his gigantic arms.

“Where’re you going, baby?! you don’t love me anymore?!” he mocked you as he laughed, your terrified squeal fueled him, and seeing you run from him excited him to no end. He chased you to your bedroom arriving behind you just in time to see you climb on your bed as if high ground was going to keep him away from you.

“Shoo!! Go away!!” You yelled at him as you threw your plushies at him from where you stood on the bed, he easily parried the little stuffed companions as he let out a sinister laugh.

“What’s wrong? I just wanna show my girl some love!” He circled your bed looking for the right chance to capture you in his arms, you tiptoed and balanced yourself on the mattress- your ‘My Melody’ plushie clutched in your hand; she was your last line of defense.

“That’s what you said last time, and I ended up walking funny for days!” he smirked and his scar curled with his smile, you blushed at the memory of the time he practically shoved you into a mating press and drilled you until you were overflowing with his seed (you were confident this pervert took pictures during that time).

Aiming, Toji’s smug smile hadn’t faltered as you pouted at him, god he couldn’t wait to pin you under him and fuck all his stress away. Throughout his entire day he thought of you; that pouty look you gave him when he teased you, the obnoxiously pink yet adorable outfits you wore that made his dick throb, and of course- how could he live without that ass of yours that was practically begging to be groped by his large hands as he got an eyeful while chasing you?

“Baby doll you’re being dramatic!” Toji tried coaxing you into putting down the plushie but you knew better “Put the bunny down and jump into your Toji’s arms!” he emphasized his point by opening his arms to you, as if you were going to do that after he chased you like a madman all while he was dripping wet, oh and did you mention that you WIPED THE FLOOR before he came home?!

As he blabbered sweet nonsense to you, you made a plan to throw the plushie in his face as a distraction and escape your bedroom, additionally, you got the idea to shut the door behind you and lock him in when you caught the glint of your bedroom key slotted into the door.

It was risky but you know you can do this, this is perfect, your plan is perfect!

… not.

The moments flashed by after you launched your poor soldier at him, you only took one step forward off the mattress, a singular step that went nowhere as you blinked once, and suddenly, you found yourself on your back on the bed with Toji pinning you down with his weight straddling your waist. your expression was adorable; lips parted staring up at him as those wide confused eyes slowly registered defeat, the most humiliating symbol of said defeat was your plushie in his free hand as the other held down both your wrists in one hand over your head.

He let out a low chuckle, one that vibrated in his chest as he pressed his body as close to yours as possible leaning down until your noses were centimeters from touching. He lifted your little plushie to your line of sight and grinned “You put up a fun chase, but I want my prize~”

Toji tossed your trooper off the bed, and as the storm progressed outside your home you were glad you threw the rest of your plushies off the bed when you did.

[lcvegoob]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ◟੭

ഒ parings. regulus black x reader

ഒ summary. everything you see, reminds you of him. this is slightly inspired by 'about you' by the 1975.

ഒ warnings. canon character death, angst

ഒ note. RAHHH I WROTE IT AND IT DIDNT SAVE IM SO UPSET. but thank you all so much for liking my other stories !! love you all :3 please enjoy !! i also gave up at the end oopsies, but still hopefully it's okay 😭

ഒ status. word count: unedited

It almost felt like the building was mocking you in a way. Threatening to bring back unwanted memories about people. Its brooding aura gave you shivers. You inhaled and exhaled sharply, the wind blew through your hair.

It caused the letter in your hand to slightly ruffle, causing you to glance down at it. It was a personal invitation from Dumbledore himself, asking you to once again join the Order of the Phoenix.

You declined the first time, seeing that there could have been some complications. Now you're here, standing in front of 12 Grimmauld Place, trying to overcome the gloomy feeling and to just walk inside.

Its been a while since you last came here, maybe 20 years ago? It felt somewhat unfamiliar, but you shook off the feelings and walked up to the building.

You reach for the silver knocker and knocked three times, the same amount that was instructed to you. You look down at your shoes rethinking your actions when suddenly, another pair of shoes appear in front of you.

You looked up, causing your eyes to widen.

Sirius Black.

His face mirrored yours, showing the same shock in his eyes. You gave him a small smile. Sirius suddenly lunges forward causing you to catch him in a tight hug.

"Y/n.. It's been so long.." He whispered in your ear. The slight crack in his voice caused a similar crack in your heart. You hug him tighter.

"I know, and I-I'm sorry. I just couldn't bring myself to see you all-." Sirius hushed you and just hugged you tighter.

"I completely understand, it's okay." He said softly after stepping back from the hug.

You proceeded to wipe a stray tear away. "I think it's time to see the others, don't you think?" Sirius asked, holding out a hand towards you.

You nodded and gently grabbed his hand. He smiled at you and lead you through the familiar home of his. He approached two kitchen doors and opened them wide open. Conversations ceased to a silence and all pairs of eyes were on you.

They all looked surprised to see, but no signs of resentment were shown. Remus abruptly got up from his seat and made his way towards you.

He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a hug similar to Sirius'. "Merlin. I haven't seen you in years!" Remus exclaims. He leaned back and put his hands on your shoulders. He looked into your eyes.

"How have you been?"

"I've been living," you say, laughing a little.

"I've tried owling you, have you received-." Remus started but was interrupted. "I have, I still have them all in a box." You say with a sigh. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't write back. It felt wrong." You admitted.

"I read them I swear!" you say. Remus chuckled. "It's okay, don't you worry."

He stepped to your side and cleared his throat. "Ahem."

Everyone's eyes were on you. "This is Y/N Y/L/N, you might know them."

"Hello." You say with a small smile. Everyone smiles back. Mrs. Weasley comes up to you and gives you a warm smile.

"I'm sure you're tired from your trip dear, why don't you go put your things away and rest up." She says and looks to Sirius for approval.

Sirius nods and follows along with what Mrs. Weasley was saying. "Molly's right Y/n, you look exhausted."

"You wanna stay in the guest room, or..." Sirius says looking at you.

"If it's alright, I wanna stay in Regulus' room." You whisper. Sirius nodded and looked at you softly. "You know where it is."

You gave him a small smile and excused yourself. You grabbed your belongings and exited the kitchen. You made your way up to the stairs, up to a door.

It's funny, how a simple door could bring back so much memories. A creak was heard and you turned your head to see Kreacher.

Kreacher looked up at you, his eyes slightly widening but the grouch on his face never left. "Master Y/n." He bowed.

"It's been a while since Kreacher has seen you." He said.

"It's nice to see you too Kreacher." You smile at the house elf. Kreacher looked past you at the door.

"Kreacher hasn't touched a single thing in the Young Master's bedroom ever since he passed. Other than Kreacher dusting it, it still is the same." The elf says as he walks away.

You turn back to the door and sigh, you bring up a shaky hand to the door knob and turn it. The door swung wide open, dust particles flew up a bit. You step inside and flip on the switch.

The room lit up warmly. Kreacher was right, it really was untouched.

You walk in and placed your bag near the bed post, you took a seat on his bed. You looked around his room, memories start flooding your mind and it makes you overwhelmed.

You look on his vanity and spot something wilted. You got up and approached the vanity. The said something was a wilted flower crown.

You carefully picked it up and immediately was taken to a flashback of you and him before.

---

The sun shined warmly on your face as you laid your head on his lap. Your hands were busy making a flower crown for yourself. "Regulus?" you softly ask.

Regulus puts down his book and looks down at you. He smiles signaling you to continue. "If we were to get married, how would you plan the ceremony?"

He chuckles a bit and ran a hand through your hair. "Love, what do you mean 'if we were to get married'? Of course we will."

You sat up and looked into his eyes. "I know that, but I'm just curious. Would your parents even approve?" you looked at him with concern.

He brought a gentle hand up to your face, caressing it softly. "Of course they would. Let's be honest here, the only reason why they're so approving of you is because of your blood status."

You frowned, "I know, I wish they liked me because of me." Regulus tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I like you because of who you are." He said before bringing your face up to give you a gentle kiss on the lips.

You pull away from the kiss and giggle. "That's not the same though Reggie!"

He snorts, "Their opinion doesn't matter anyways darling."

You sigh and fall back onto his lap, continuing with your flower crown. He looks down at you, "What're you making dove?"

You put on the finishing touches and brought it up to his face. "Flower crown."

Regulus nods, gently taking the crown from your hands and placing it on top of his own head.

"Am I pretty now?" He says chuckling. You nod, "You've always been pretty Regulus."

You look up at him in awe. "The prettiest I've ever seen."

---

You put down the wilted crown and sniffled. You then notice in the reflection of his vanity, his Hogwarts trunk. It was wide open, seated on a chair in the corner of his room.

Some of his old Slytherin sweaters laid there, amongst other Hogwarts uniforms and books Regulus didn't bother putting away. Sitting on top, were bundles of letters you wrote.

---

"I can't believe we're graduated already Reggie." You gush. You both were in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, that is now heading back home.

Regulus smiles softly, looking up at you from his book. "And you still don't know what to be." He says teasingly.

You huff, "At least I do know that we'll still be together."

You didn't notice but Regulus' smile falters. You looked out the window noticing that the train was almost to the station.

"Love," you called out to Regulus. "Hm?" he hummed, reading from his book.

"You know how I'm staying in France for a bit right?" you ask.

"Yes, you've excitedly told me many times." He chuckles.

"Hey!" you laugh. "That's true but can you promise me one thing?"

"What is it?" he asks. "Promise you'll write a lot." You looked at him with seriousness in your eyes.

Regulus looked at you blankly and raised an eyebrow. "Y/n, you serious?" You waved your arms and looked at him sternly.

"Yes, I am. Now pinky swear." You held out your pinky. He rolled his eyes but nonetheless hooked his pinky with yours. "You already know that I will write to you lots."

The train started to slow down, entering the station. Peering outside the window, you saw that there were over hundreds of families waiting for their children.

Regulus tapped your shoulder and tilted his head towards the door. You got up and grabbed your other belongings, your suitcase in Regulus' hand who refused to let you carry it.

You both got off of the train and searched for your parents. You finally see your parents and gave them big hugs. Regulus does the same with your parents.

After a bit of small talk, it was time to leave.

You gave Regulus a huge hug and a kiss. You pulled back from the kiss and placed something in his hands.

"I'll see you when I get back okay?" You whisper.

He nods and places another sweet kiss on your lips. You backed away, waved, and followed after your parents.

He looked down in his hands to see a box, inside was a ring which you customized for him. He smiled and put it on his left ring finger.

He watched you go, knowing that this was the last time you would ever see each other again.

---

By now, you were reading some of the letters you sent him. He broke his promise, after sending maybe two or three letters, they stopped.

They never appeared again. You can see that some of the letters you sent, were sent with anger and sadness. You fiddled with a ring that was attached to your necklace, it was one of the rings Regulus had given you.

You put back your stack of letters on top of Regulus' sweaters. Though, you noticed a piece of paper sticking out from the bottom of the trunk.

You carefully lifted the sweater and noticed another stack of letters. It was all in Regulus' handwriting, dates were written on the top.

You looked at the top of one letter and realized that they matched the same dates as your letters. He wrote back, he just never sent them.

You took both stacks and sat down on his bed. You took each letter one by one and read through them, imagining that he really did send the letters.

You were now laying on your side, halfway through the letters. Regulus' sheets were engulfing you.

"Y/n?" Sirius' muffled voice came from behind the door. He softly knocked. Hearing no response he opened the door as quietly as he can.

"Y/n, you haven't had dinner yet. Did you want-." He paused, noticing that you were fast asleep. A letter in hand, and the stacks about to fall off.

Sirius looked at you with concern lingering in his gaze, he sighed and walked up to you to fix your position.

He gently put the stack of letters away and went to get the one in your hand.

He gently removed it from your fingers, he paused. Curiosity got to the best of him and he looked at the letter.

---

December 25, 1979

My dear Y/n,

I know it's been a couple of months since I last saw you, and I'd like to apologize my love. I never wrote back to you, I never made any attempt to see you and I regret it deeply.

In all honesty, I was trying to distance myself from you. I know, you would say something along the lines of "We could talk it out!"

Darling, what I planned to do.. wasn't a topic that should be spoken about. For the last six months, I have been planning to get the Locket of Salazar myself.

I had enough of working for the Dark Lord and had planned to destroy one of his Horcruxes. I've told you before what Horcruxes were so hopefully you'd still remember.

After writing this letter, I shall be on my way to hopefully and successfully destroy the locket. Kreacher is going with me. I told him, that if anything happens, he is to send this letter to you.

My dear sweet Y/n.

I have loved you my whole life. Ever since I first saw you. I knew that you were the one. Actually, after successfully destroying the locket, I'm planning to see you.

I know you probably would've not wanted to see me, but I would've explained why.

I'm going to propose to you, my love. The ring is currently in my dresser, waiting to be given to you.

Merlin, I miss you. I want to see you again, love.

Regulus Black.

---

Sirius' brows furrowed. His heart ached for the girl sleeping and for his younger brother. He turned his head to look over at the empty ring holder.

He walked up to it quietly and studied it. A gleam shined in his eye and saw that you were wearing it.

His eyes softened. He felt horrible, he knew that you were hurting a lot. He couldn't imagine how you were when you found out about Regulus' death.

He let out a sigh and went to tuck you in bed. He gave you one more glance and left the room.

---

Five years have now passed and you took care of yourself. You eventually learned to move on from Regulus, but still holds a special place in your heart.

You were at the wedding of Remus and Sirius. Finally, those two decided to confess and get married. You were extremely happy for the both of them.

The reception was lively, full of dancing and food. Everyone looked merry.

You were watching the couple, who were laughing about something.

Unfortunately, you weren't looking at where you were going and bumped into someone. "I am so sorry I wasn't looking-"

That someone laughed, a hand rested on your shoulder. "No worries love."

You looked up to see brunette hair. "Oh, it's you!" he replied.

Your jaw dropped and eyes widened. "Eric? The Eric Sallow?"

He bursted out in laughter. "The one and only," he says fondly.

You gave him a wide smile and a huge hug. "Merlin, it's been years."

---

One marriage and two kids later on.

"Mum I'm nervous." A gentle voice called to you. You look down to see your son, who was a striking resemblance to his father.

"You'll be fine, Rigel." You run a hand through his chestnut locks and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"Alright Sallows, let's move!" Eric boasted, walking up to you both with your daughter in his arms.

You gave him a smile and turned to your son. "You ready?"

The little boy nodded and gripped the cart a little tighter. You both walked through the wall and were greeted by the Hogwarts Express.

Your eyebrows frowned but continued to walk with Rigel. Merlin, this kid got his father's extroverted attitude and was already chatting up a storm with another student.

Eric came up behind you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"I know it must've been hard to come back here." he says softly.

You nodded and took a deep breath. "It's alright, love. It's in the past now."

You gave him a small peck on the cheek and kissed your daughter's forehead as well.

You spotted Remus and Sirius and waved to them.

The train whistled signaling that it was leaving. You wave to your son and wiped away a stray tear.

"Goodbye Rigel, write to us sweetie!" you called out. "I will mum!" he replied.

As he disappeared from your sight, one window caught your eyes. It had a girl and a boy, looked like it was their last year at Hogwarts.

It resembled you and Regulus quite well. You thought about Regulus for a bit. You smile at the bittersweet memory and felt a hand on your shoulder belonging to your husband.

"Let's go, my sweet deat Y/n?" he asked.

You nodded and gave one more glance at the station. The memories that once happened, now stored in your heart.

[joonsdimples1994]

Fanboys chapter 1

Gangster Yoongi X Idol reader X gangster namjoon

Warning: eventual smut, poly relationship, swearing, talks about death, jealousy, possessiveness (let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Hello☺️ welcome to the first chapter for "Fanboys" I just want to let you know that this is my very first story so, please be kind. and any music I'm using in this story is the one I'm currently listening to while writing. I'll leave an authors note at the bottom of the chapter to give the credit where the credit is due. I hope you enjoy 😇

Y/N's pov

"Y/N!Y/N!Y/N" I heard the crowd chanting my name, just as I was about to go on stage for the first time since covid. I felt like someone is watching me, like I know that all the staff everyone is here, but this is different. I shake that feeling off and continue on getting ready for my beautiful fans. "Y/n, your on in five." my manager tells me while I do the finishing touches before walking towards the stage.

"Y/N! AHH!" is what I heard as I walked on stage. "ARE YOU GUYS READY?!" I yelled trying to get the crowed excited for the first song. "YES" they said barely keeping their excitement at bay. " Good! I'm glad to be here, and before we start I just want to get something off my chest. I'm so incredibly happy to be here again with you all, and I'm super excited to start off this tour!" I say as I low-key get a little nervous. "Now let's get this show started!" As I get into position all I heard was my name being chanted and random screams. I smiled to myself. The intro of my song "Denial is a river" starts. "Hey, I thought it was all over" I start the song with a little head bops and moving my body to the beat. I was getting closer to the end of the song. "My ex crashed my place and all I owned. Whoopsie, made an oopsie. One hundred thousand dollar "oops" made me loopy. I ain't a killer but don't push me. Don't want to turn a mans guts into soup beans" I rap as I go off with the choreography. "AhhAHAHha" the crowd goes.

*a few hours later*

As time passed, and the concert was ending. I decided that I'll do one of my most popular song right now, "Do it". I love this song and I just couldn't wait to preform it. "I'm just with the crew, we ain't here looking for boos, but some nights be better with youuuu. It's a homies only mood." I say as I shake some ass and just be overall hype. The beauties are astounding tonight. Everyone seems to be having the time of their lives. All screaming and dancing without a care in the world. As the song ends in make eye contact with a seemingly tall, and very handsome man, with sharp dragon eyes. He stops dancing for a split second, and for a moment there his eyes went dark. Like he's waited his entire life to be here at this moment.

I'm not going to lie, I got a little creeped out. So I walked away. The song ended, and with that I said my final goodbyes and went off stage.

I was getting ready to meet with the fans that got backstage passes. "You need to hurry up! These men are getting antsy." My manager says while rolling her eyes. "'Hey! Be nice, without them we both wouldn't be here right now." I say with a glare. " Okay, okay, I'm sorry but I just want to go home" she says with her hands up as if she surrendering. I chuckle at her as we both start walking down the way to meet my fans.

As I got closer, the random chatter from my beauties abruptly stop. *gasp* They gasped, as they saw me. And I know my manager said that there was men there but holy shit. I defiantly didn't expect most of them being men. There was only two females in this room and that's my manager and I. I blushed a little because I apparently have never been a round men. I pinched myself a little to get a fucking grip.

After meeting with most of the men, I was down to my last two. That tall man that held too much power in his eyes, and his shorter friend whom was pale in comparison, dark hair and very fierce cat like eyes. I walk up to them with my hand out ready for a hand shake. "Hello, it's nice meeting you guys." I say very composed and not like a stutter. "Hi, I'm Namjoon and this is Yoongi. We are very excited to meet you. We are your biggest fans!!!" Namjoon says very surprisingly energetic. As Namjoon continues to ramble on about how big of a fan he is. Yoongi hasn't said a word, just starring at me like I was going to disappear if he didn't look away. But after a moment and being slightly irritated with Namjoon, Yoongi shuts him up. "Namjoon, if you are annoying me. I know for a fact that you are annoying her." He says with an eye roll. He turns back to me and says. "Hi Y/n, I'm sorry about my friend" he says while pointing at Namjoon. " He tends to ramble when he's overly excited, and before we all have to leave. Can you sign our shirts please?" He says and asks nicely. I giggle a little at that. "Oh please, I thought him rambling was adorable, and yes of course I'll sign both of your shirts. Where do you want me to sign?" I say with a soft smile and a sharpie in my hand. They both look at each other and they-at the same time- both point to a very random locations. Yoongi points at his shoulder. I sign it as I laugh at their eagerness. And Namjoon points at his left pec-over his heart. When I got done signing Yoongi, I went to Namjoon signed his shirt.

After a farewell, I left the room and started heading out to get home. The entire way from the venue to my home, I felt like I was being watched. I looked over my shoulder, to see if there was anyone there. Since I didn't see anything I went in. I just shook off that feeling, did my night time routine and went to bed. Since I have the whole tour to do this will be my last time in my own bed for awhile and wanted to be in it for as long as possible before I leave.

Taglist:@chimmystuff

A/N: Hey hey hey. I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter. I'm going to make a taglist if you want to be in it just comment down below. The songs I used in this chapter is "Denial is a river" by Doechii and "Do It" by Chloe and Halle Bailey. Chapter 2 will probably be posted within a week. Thank you for reading 💜💜💜💜💜💜

[lolkitkatbar]

Sorry y'all but this episode was the WORST murder drones episode EVER :(

Strap in folks. This is gonna be one LONG complaint...

(Sorry for the bad screenshots. I'm so fucking tired idgaf) SPOILERS UNDERNEATH THIS LINE GIRLIE! I REPEAT! SPOILERS UNDER THIS LINE!

Okay, positives (Don't worry. There isn't much) First of all, animation is GREAT. A bit zany and exaggerated but definitely not BAD. Voice acting is great. Cyn is great, Music's good....uh, Nuzi?...yeah that's it

Okay so we start off with Copper-9 exploding and the teacher giving zero fucks. I thought that was pretty funny. Then we see Uzi in space, currently tweaking out until Nori just basically spells out how to defeat the solver. There is no realization about how they can defeat the solver, it's just given to them. And no real reunion scene with Uzi and Nori. Sure they meet each other but there is NO closure. They act like they've been together for YEARS! Why doesn't Uzi freak out about meting her mom? Why doesn't Nori freak out about seeing her daughter? Or bring up N? Or how her life is? I get we're on a time crunch but COME ON!

Then N just swoops in to save Uzi. We kinda just skip past his reaction to Uzi's sacrifice which is a disappointment. He just says that he was mad about that and that they'll talk about it later, but they never do. It's just brushed over and done with. Then the solver comes in and throws them into space and then they're falling and burning up and then Nuzi becomes officially official.

As a Nuzi shipper, I should feel happy. My favorite ship was just mentioned of course, but it feels so shoe horned in and rushed. I was hoping it would have a bigger impact but it's just shoved in there without a celebration and the abruptly ends because Uzi want to slap a demon

You might also notice that it's been four minutes and SO much is happening in such a short amount of time. This will be a problem for the ENTIRE episode

Next we cut to J, Thad, Lizzy, and Khan and holy shit I am SO upset because they do NOTHING with them in this episode! They were setting them up for a fight but now everyone is just laying on the floor and doing jack.

Also SURPRISE, J is evil! Did you want more J screentime. Did you want her to be important to the plot or even have the SMALLEST redemption arc by the end? WELL TOO BAD because J being evil is all you're getting before she's kicked into the void forever :)

V also comes back and she has befriended the sentinels. I don't think anyone really believed she died. She basically just fights J and realizes how horrible of a person she is. She then says sorry to N for lying to him and stuff. That's cool. Don't exactly have anything to say on her. She's a good part of the episode but she suffers from underutilization like the others

Something something hot drones. Something something NxUzixV canon (My Uzi's Bi headcanon is REAL! YIPPEE)

Then they have an admittedly good fight scene. I have to say tho. There are a LOT of times where it seems like the characters are actually going to die and then the story just doesn't let it happen like some twisted game of hot potato and it gets annoying after a while. (Like when Cyn pulls out their hearts and stuff)

Then N and Uzi make up a handshake mid-fight and it just...stops the momentum of the fight. IF YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO MAKE A JOKE IN THERE THEN JUST DON'T MAKE A JOKE!

Then Uzi just...kills the solver? Or at least Cyn? Not because of something she did btw, but because Cyn went too crazy with fazing around and shit. ARE. YOU. SERIOUS! This character has been set up to be a strong a challenging foe and she just DIES because of an OOPSIE!? It's Doll's sudden death all over again but somehow WORSE. But of course we have to make Cyn's death rushed! WE ONLY HAVE 20 MINUTES IN THIS DAMN EPISODE!

And then Uzi, like, eats her heart? And then solver is just...inside her? And there's no consequences? It's just treated as a cool accessory? Holy shit this episode was rushed

Nori saves Khan from dying. I thought they were also going to have a heartfelt moment or something. All sobing. All tears. But no. For some reason Nori gets nervous about seeing her hubby again and runs off (Honestly if I was a fleshy spider heart, I would be nervous too). Then Khan calls the flesh heart hot because he's a freak

And then....that's it. They go back to the school like nothing happened. They don't really adress that the world is currently broken, or that N, V, and Uzi still got that dawg in them (Solver). They're all just like, YEP! THAT'S THE END OF THE STORY NOW!

N says that Uzi's his girlfriend, V and Lizzy are shown to be friends even tho we've only ever been TOLD that they're friends, We get a cut away to Doll's dead body that only makes me sad they didn't do more with her, and V gets turned on by N's anime drawings, the end.

Oh yeah, and there's an after credit scene of Uzi looking miserable, probably still having issues with the solver, so clearly not EVERYTHING is resolved by the end of this season. Uzi having to battle with the Solver inside her body is a cool concept and NOBODY can tell me that Liam was TOTALLY going to do another season with this premise, but then by episode 7, decided to stop mysteriously

Okay, not part of the episode but N's merch don't make no sense. V and Uzi's make sense because they have something that is related to what they did in that episode. V fought against the sentinels. Uzi got corrupted by the solver and dragged into the hole. But N's stand shows an event that happens in episode 2. Yes! EPISODE 2! At first, I was confused why this was but it's probably because unlike the other 2, N did nothing significant in this episode except get beat up and have panic attacks. (I did feel bad for and sympathized with him the whole time ngl). But I guess getting beat up and having panic attacks wouldn't make a cool stand now would it.

Yeah, all in all, I'm disappointed. So disappointed that I might just make a fanfiction rewritting episode 8 for myself and then make it canon out of spite. Honestly the lowest ranked episode for-

Wait

Hold on

CAT V PLUSH!!!!!!!!!!!????

NEVERMIND Y'ALL THIS EPISODE WAS AWESOME 10/10!!!!

[hyukalyptus]

user hyukalyptus, the sole idea of taehyun having a mirror above his bed like soobin is making me dizzy o.0

okay imagine this; the night following the end of txt's tour, taehyun finally got long hours of sleep. the next day, back home, he made sure to get everything back to normal and ready for his usual schedules. he left his favourite task for last: a manteinance routine for himself.

starting with his weekly steps for dental hygiene and nail clipping he hopped into the shower with nice background music, ready to take his sweet time. he dedicated to exfoliating his skin before shaving himself smooth wherever he deemed necessary, before washing his hair and body with nicely scented body wash and shampoo. after putting on conditioner, he realized he had run out of his in-shower body lotion, which he quickly dismissed since it wasn't a problem to just apply lotion after the shower. once he was ready, he wrapped a towel around his waist and ruffled his hair under another, walking to the bathroom mirror and looking at himself swiftly before starting his deep skincare routine.

walking back to his bedroom, he felt a bit tired after the long routine but it was worth it when he felt and looked neat and pretty. trying to find his pajamas on a drawer he remembered the last step he forgot, the lotion.

with a huff he grabbed a bottle of lotion from a shelf and dropping his towel he jumped on his bed, laying there for a moment. when he opened his eyes he could see himself bare with the dim light that the moon let through his window, pausing there for a second. he squirted some lotion on his hand, flinching at the cold feeling, and started rubbing it in all over his body.

his legs, his arms, his neck, armpits, and when he reached his happy trail, he realized he was half hard from feeling his own hands rubbing his body. with a bit of shame, he laid down on his back and looked up at the betraying mirror on the ceiling.

he closed his eyes and rubbed in lotion between his legs, around and above his most intimate parts. he kept just groping and touching everywhere he could, except where he needed it the most.

with one hand tracing the underside of his pecs and the other flat caressing right under his navel, he felt something warm and sticky on his hand. opening his eyes abruptly, he looked down only to realize his cock was rock hard, blushed and dripping precum.

what?

ANON!!!!!!! i can't believe you sent me this. /pos NURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!

i-i don't think there's anything to add to this honestly. thank you for this glorious story and visual and i will be thinking about it for the rest of my days.

i just love the idea of anyone just kinda..exploring themselves and touchin themselves, even if that's not what they're setting out to do. like oh, i need to put lotion on rq...oopsie now am i squeezing myself and oopsie it felt rly good.

AAAAHHHH!

[nnugatoryextravagance]

for the worldbuilding ask!! don't think i know a lot of you worlds, so choose a random one for 🌸 and 🔮!!

YEEAAH LES GO so sorry I got delayed answering this the sleepy got me also iam gonna go with just Phonia since I've had it on the mind most lately

[Original ask post 💥💥💥]

🌸 - Phonia being this universe's closest "Earth equivalent" also used to have a very similar population to Earth, maybe even a little more in fact. For a single reason I'm gonna be able to discuss immediately after this though the planet had a very sudden record drop from a little over 8 billion residents total, to barely 750,000. Oopsie daisy

🔮 - Preliminary context for this part, thousands of years ago prior to when the majority of my stories take place, Phonia was best well known as a planet full to the brim with all kinds of expensive minerals that would be dug up and sold everywheres else to whoever was buying. Reason this ended up Very Abruptly Stopping though was because a solid 10,000 years ago-ish it had gotten to the point where so much of the planet hardly had anything solid left inside of it from all the mining that a good 75% or so of the surface landmasses and oceans finally caved in during what came to be known as "The Great Collapse", also the worst disaster the planet had ever seen and for, obvious reasons (you really dont get much worse than several countries suddenly becoming one with the abyss and the world population suffering such a significant drop that it took 2 different calculator websites to get a rough percentage of the loss because the numbers are so big its stupid, oh yeah and it permanently changed the planets climate and cultures forever, not even just because of how much of the latter was lost and no longer exists now)

All types of mining gear or digging now are strictly prohibited under any circumstances and the only exceptions are items for personal use like shovels or wild animals who burrow large holes as a natural behavior (since I mean, what are you gonna do? arrest a bird?), there is also a special recovery unit that was made by the government dedicated to finding anything salvageable in the rubble as well as freeing any souls still stuck down there (I never mentioned souls cant pass through solid materials 99% of the time now did i, oops) and it still operates in the present era too and has steadily grown every year since the incident

[verothexeno]

Writing some of my thoughts about my first completed playthrough of Dragon Age: The Veilguard; general feels about the story and a brief review of the gameplay and all.

Obviously there's going to be some spoilers, so feel free to skip this post 👌

Regret.

Living with the consequences of your actions.

Feeling like you're never enough, not good enough, or simply worth only one thing or action in life.

A lot of topics in this game resonated hard with me, and most of the characters to some extent (especially Bellara and Lucanis, and some parts of Davrin). Needing to double - triple - check everything you do, expecting perfection from yourself, not being able to see yourself past the one thing most people are demanding out of you. The burden of a path laid out by fate that you may not always want to willingly follow.

From making peace with your inner rage, accepting one's mortality, facing the fact that sometimes you have to scrap everything in your life and start from nothing. The immense fear and anxiety that grips your heart and makes you cry for hours. Surpassing that impossible wall that will someday lead you to a greater future.

It is a path filled with hardships and pain, but once you face your inner demons, it simply makes sense.

Dragon Age's latest installement had its moments. I will not deny that the first part of the game had some questionable writing/dialogue that felt a bit sanitized or a bit weirdly spoken out, but once the pace settled in - everything solidified and there were some pretty good lines (and delivery!) here and there. I've played this serie since Origins came out and last time I was in that universe was for Inquisition 10 years ago. Delving back into the world of Thedas was like a blanket that is neither too warm nor cold - it was familiar territory, but still filled with many secrets that left me with more questions than answers. I was pleasantly surprised by some of the revelations in this game - and I'm sure I've missed some details 'cause I don't always read every entries in the codex (oopsie). But overall I am satisfied. Still many questions - but nonetheless satisfied.

The characters felt fleshed out enough for me. I think they could've digged even deeper into some subjects and I think some personal quests ended a bit too abruptly to my taste, but for that I will blame production and schedule/milestones. Working in that industry gives me enough insight about how things may have probably unfolded in the backstage of it - but that is just my personal experience talking and I cannot declare anything on their behalf.

Gameplay-wise, the combat was absolutely refreshing! Made me think of Mass Effect: Andromeda by how fast paced it was, but with still enough room to breathe and analyze a situation. It was my first time fully playing as a Mage in a Dragon Age game (I had started one in Inquisition but was quickly put off by how slow it felt). I reaaaally loved my experience with that class and I can't wait to try the others! (I usually play as a rogue) The skill tree system really allows the player to build up according to their playstyle and I could certainly feel the growth in power in a way I wanted. As for the RPG aspect/"choices matters" side of thing - I felt like some decisions I made were not really impactful (ex: letting the mayor of D'Meta's Crossing to die, only to find him as a Darkspawn later - which was not really powerful .... that was meh). Some choices really felt threatening and I was sweating bullets (ex: Treviso vs Minrathous, punching the First Warden or talking him down <- best choice btw, worth it for something) and there were instances where a dialogue I had chosen a couple missions ago would slap me back in the face and I was truly surprised!!! So, once again, it felt satisfying in some cases - at a "good enough for me" level.

In terms of romance I was absolutely torn between Lucanis and Emmrich (and had a big crush on Bellara!!). Went for the necromancer in the end and he did not disappoint! Patient, tender, kind, empathetic, encouraging; Emmrich is a romance that gives hope and allows you to be vulnerable with him, and that was something I so deeply needed by the end of Act 2/start of Act 3. Also for the love of everything good - SAVE MANFRED! MY SON! Currently went back to a previous save so I could properly start Lucanis' romance - so I'll probably have more thoughts about this one later. But damn ... that guy resonates a lot with me.

In the end, this game was a pleasant surprise. Finished it in ~80 hours (did not 100% every regions, but did max out the factions) so it definitely felt shorter than Inquisition. But the missions and maps were well-crafted and much more enjoyable in my opinion. It is not a game that everyone will enjoy, and that's okay. It was good enough for me and it felt like a balm over some of the hardships I've experienced this year.

I just love video games, man.

[morg-among-the-stars]

The sillys <3

[imnotasuperhero]

REQESTTTT TIMEEEE wanda x reader adopting a cat cause thats cute and floof is nice tyyyy ily

This has been sitting in my inbox for who knows how long. Oopsie.

But hey! I finally thought of something 😂😂 Hope you like it, Bubs!

"You're sure this won't blow up on your face?" Pietro asked her sister as they walked over to her shared apartment.

"Believe me. This is a fools' plan." Wanda scratched the kitten's head once more before she handed it out to her brother. "Wait for my signal," she walked towards the door, fighting to hide the smile.

Dating you meant sometimes

Wanda needed to get creative in order to get what she wanted. Specially when it came to certain things.

Conjuring the best mask she could muster, she opened the front door, steping inside with a calling of your name.

Taking advantage of the episode ending, Wanda stood up walking towards the bathroom, shoothing Pietro the signal as soon as she gpt out of your sight.

Hearing the doorbell, she prayed to whichever God was out there.

"Who was it, baby?" She asked innocently as she walked back to the livingroom.

"Oh, my God! He's so-"

"So it's a he, huh?" You raised an eyebrow as the kitten rested in your arms.

"Let me explain," Wanda started walking towards you as you handed her the cat.

"We talked about this, Wands." You sighed defeatedly.

"His time at the temporary home was running out, and I couldn't help his cute little face," Wanda raised up the kitten's head to her left cheek, making sure to prove her point.

After a few seconds staring at them, you opened your mouth but Wanda spoke abruptly. "Pweeeseeee," the brunette pouted as she squished the cat against herself.

"Your responsibility if the landlord finds out." You warned her.

"Did you hear that, Spook? Mama sa-"

"Spook?" You couldn't help scrunching your nose at the chosen name.

"It's cute!" Wanda defended herself as she walked to the couch sitting cross legged with the purring kitten on her lap.

After a few minutes of you listening to a rambling Wanda, she stopped suddenly.

"How did you know?"

"Know what?" You looked away from the screen.

"You knew it was my doing." Wanda clarified.

"Pietro wasn't fast enough. I saw him turning on the corner."

"Why do I even try,"

"Who knows, love." You stood up, kissing her forehead. "Let's go."

"Where?" Wanda looked up from the sleeping kitten in her arms.

"As far as I know, Spook can't feed from air."

[darthmaulification]

Hey, I want to make a request

In your Maul’s nsfw alphabet you said that he is afraid of hurting reader during sex, right? So, could you please write smth were this happens? Thank you!!

A/N: ..... anon..... the absolute Way you have me experiencing a cataclysm with this... i am imploding... 

thank you very much for requesting this, it was also a very good and welcome challenge for me to write. 😊👍 

hope you enjoy!! 💗

content: a lil bit o’ smut!, some angst??, but also lots of comfort and fluff!!, kinda sorta implied afab!reader??, maul commits a big oopsie on accident, crying during sex, blood and injury, maul gets angry at himself, but also soft!maul 🥺, lots of kissing, happy ending of course 🥰

word count: 2,334

Maul’s vigorous thrusting is complimented deliciously by the sloppy, desperate kisses he leaves all over the skin his mouth can reach. His crimson hands grip your wrists in a vice above your head, keeping them trapped against the bed. You moan into the sheets, arching up against him, hips tilting, silently begging him to go faster, harder, please, Maul...

“Harder, sweet girl?” Maul growls teasingly from above you, answering the plea you hadn’t realized you vocalized. He obeys, and you cry out his name when his hips clash into yours, drilling his cock into you, almost causing your knees to give from the force. The obscene yet beautiful sound of skin smacking together floats into your ears, mingling with Maul’s grunts and your persistent moaning.

Maul presses against you, the fiery skin of his bare chest flush against the arch of your back. The snapping of his hips make you rock in rhythmic tandem, and with each one you feel your peak nearing. Maul groans into the dip of your shoulder blades, his breath hot on the nape of your neck, where he licks across your flushed, dewy skin and leaves wet trails.

“Say my name again, my love.” He leaves a flat-tongued lick up your neck, nibbling at your ear. One of his hands drop from your wrists and travels down your side, rough fingers igniting sparks inside you. Maul kneads your waist, your belly, before clutching your hip. The brace allows him to further pound himself into you, and you see stars.

“Maul, Maul!” You scream his name, all high-pitched and airy, the pleasure toe-curling and promising of a powerful, sweet release. Maul exhales a rather handsome laugh into your ear, golden eyes glazed over with lust and something else wild. Eyes fluttering shut, you feel him suck a love bite into the nook where your neck and shoulder meet, arching your head back and against his shoulder.

Like a prayer, his name tumbles from your lips over and over again, the lamentation pleading and desperate. Your core throbs and clenches around your lover, a telltale sign of orgasm on the horizon. Everything seems to slow down... 

But then Maul bites. Hard. Your eyes snap open.

The sinking of sharp teeth into the flesh of your shoulder is so poignant, it pierces through the thick, lustful haze and roughly pulls you back to reality. You shriek, one most certainly not out of pleasure, but actual pain. It causes Maul to abruptly pull out and back, releasing your wrists in the process. At the same time you feel the emptiness of him leaving, a white-hot fire erupts from where Maul had definitely broken the skin and you writhe.

“Ow.” The whimper escapes in one word, voice thick, as tears immediately glaze over your eyes. Blinking furiously to keep them at bay, you squirm lethargically into an upright position, sitting on your knees.

“I’m...” From behind you Maul starts to say something, but his voice cuts out when you look down over your shoulder and reach a trembling hand up to the bite. When you actually see the wound, that’s when the tears start rolling down your cheeks. It’s... bad. 

The bite is a perfect oval of teeth indents and grooves, most of them deep and bleeding, the skin around them a harsh red and raised. The skin around it is an ugly mix of crimson, dark purple bruising, and pink with irritation. The entire area is swollen and pulsing with ache. Bottom lip wobbling, you trace a hesitant finger along the edge of the bite and the touch stings. You pull your hand back with a shaky gasp.

“My love, I...” Maul starts speaking again but stops and swallows. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, and you’re not exactly sure why. The tears are falling profusely now, and you shudder back heavier sobs. The room goes dreadfully silent, save for your small, quiet cries. You can feel Maul’s stare on you, more specifically on the injury he caused.

“I hurt you. I hurt you.” He repeats to himself, the tone of his voice inscrutable. He suddenly clambers up and off of the bed, the mattress shaking gently, and you listen as his footsteps disappear out of the room. The room is left thick with pain and sorrow, and also a stewing shame that was left hovering after Maul spoke. You look back at the bite after another round of tears pours from your eyes. Oh, Maul...

Footfalls sound again, and Maul reenters the room as your examining the darkening wound, particularly the trails of blood that have by now reached your waist. His heart clenches with a terrible ache, and guilt and anger bubble to the surface, stiffening him. He hurt you, he did. Maul almost doesn’t want to approach, almost thinks he shouldn’t, but you need the bacta.

You don’t look at Maul’s face when he sits next to you, though not as close he usually would, because you’re unsure if you want to see the expression that must be on it. Instead, you focus on his hands, at the wet rag, bacta, and bandages he’s holding. You also notice how his hands are quivering.

“Can I clean it?” Maul asks in an uncharacteristically quiet tone, though he’s very obviously seething with barely capped rage. That somewhat familiar self-loathing Maul gets from time to time radiates off of him, as does guilt. You sniffle, and bob your head yes. The pain is less sharp now, but the wound still needs to be dressed.

Maul says nothing as he wipes away the almost dried blood trails, or as he very tenderly dabs at the puffy wound, or when he pauses at his teeth marks that are purpling now, or even when he smears the bacta over them. The whole time, he works mechanically and in deafening silence. By the time Maul has placed a bandage over the bite, the cooling of the bacta has numbed your shoulder to a soft, dull ache and the hurt is all but gone.

“Maul...” You start softly after you feel his hands leave you, gaze climbing up his arms to his face. The shame-ridden expression on his face makes your heart sink, how his downcast golden eyes are aflame with guilt and swirling with fury. He doesn’t look at you as you turn fully to face him, and recoils when you place a hand on his cheek. His body, ever warm, is stiff beneath your touch.

“It’s okay.” You murmur and Maul’s gaze snaps up to meet yours, the anger flaring. His square jaw tenses and he shakes off your hand.

“No, it’s not. I hurt you.” And while you see and hear that familiar wrath and that unfamiliar guilt in his expression and voice, it never occurred to you before that Maul was also afraid. It makes you misty-eyed. You shake your head, shuffling closer to him.

“No, no, no— Maul, it was an accident.” You plead, placing your hands on either side of his face, rubbing circles with your thumbs. Usually, that simple touch calms him down, but this time Maul grabs your wrists and pulls his face from your grasp.

“I hurt you.” He says again, voice a hiss as he stares at you with conflicted, pained eyes, “I fucking made you cry.”

Maul suddenly leaps up from the bed, pacing across the room to roughly grab his pants off the floor. He pulls them on swiftly, and your brows furrow when he crosses the room to grab his belt and lightsaber.

“What are you doing?” You ask as he ties his belt across his waist, clipping his saber to it. He doesn’t look at you, and turns to the door.

“I’m leaving.”

“No, you are not.” You clamber up off the bed and onto your feet, stumbling slightly as you hastily make your way over to Maul. You’re able to get in front of him, planting your hands firmly on his chest and halting him. He glares down at you, angrily, sadly, and you ground yourself at look up at him.

“Move.” He growls, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. Your lips turn down in a stubborn pout. Maul’s bristling under your touch, and you know you’re walking on precarious ground. But you’ve dealt with Maul’s temper enough to not have it faze you, and you’re sure you can handle his guilt the same.

“No.” You retort and you pull yourself flush against him, arms snaking around his torso in a tight hug, your eyes closing. Pressing your cheek against his chest, you sigh at the familiar warmth you love, digging your face into his beautiful crimson and black skin. Maul doesn’t wrap his arms around you in turn. You give his sternum a gentle kiss.

“Get off.” Maul’s growled order comes out as brashly and as firmly as always, but his commandeering attitude hasn’t worked on you for years. A sudden, but small, spark of playfulness curls your lips upwards into a tiny smile. You rub your hands up and down the length of Maul’s back, feeling every tight, defined muscle and occasionally the rough edge of his scar when your hand gets low enough and your pinky fingers brush it.

“Never.” Your murmur vibrates his chest, and you hum contentedly when you finally catch the lovely beatings of Maul’s twin hearts. They thrum in alternating rhythm beneath your ear, both strong and deep.

“You’re not running from me.” You speak again, eyes still closed. Maul is quiet, though you feel him lift an arm and a tender, yet firm, hand comes to rest on the low of your back. You smile fully, lightly gliding your nails over Maul’s back in the way you know he loves. His thumb starts to rub circles on your skin.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“... I was scared.”

“I know.”

You look up at Maul, eyes beneath heavy lids, your smile still bright and kind on your face. The conflict in his eyes has cooled to a simmer, being replaced more and more by that boyish, starry-eyed look he gets sometimes, the one that reminds you of how much he loves you. Maul’s other hand reaches up and cups your cheek, caressing your face. You tilt your head into the touch.

“Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?” He teases in a low murmur, honey gold eyes glimmering with rising mirth, and you quirk an eyebrow. Your hands stop to rest on his waist, just above the band of his pants. Maul’s face starts to inch in closer and closer to yours, stopping right when his lips are just above yours.

“Mm... you might have to do some convincing.” You whisper, eyes drooping further until your irises are nearly obscured by your eyelashes. Maul chuckles low in his throat, his hand shifting to place two fingers under your chin. He tilts your head up slightly, pulls you closer against him.

“How do you suppose I accomplish that?” He asks, breath puffing on your cheeks, gaze breaking from yours when he closes his eyes. You follow suit, and the tips of both your upper lips touch.

“... I can think of one way.” You say, and you tilt your head and your jaw slackens slightly, and Maul’s lips are on yours, balmy and soft. The kiss is slow, slower than he usually does, but it’s perfect and sultry and so Maul. You hum when he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips to gyrate in your mouth. He explores everywhere, relearns every touch. It’s like you’re kissing for the first time all over again, lost in each other as if the years of memorizing each other’s body melted away into oblivion. Your hands clasp his waist, his one hand moves up to your mid back, and the heated, passionate kiss ends.

Maul pulls back a little more to look at you properly, tucking your hair behind your ear, and you open your eyes from the touch. He’s wearing that satisfied, lazy grin, the one that always makes him look mischievous. 

“Do you still need more convincing?” He asks with a tilt of his head, though he knows the answer you’re going to give by the cheeky smile that spreads across your face. You giggles, eyes sparkling, and you nod.

“Lots.” And with that, Maul’s lips are on yours, stifling your laughter in his mouth. He smothers you with kisses, peppering your lips, cheeks, and jaw, and you do the same for him, kissing over and over until you’re sure your lips will fall off. At some point, Maul heaves you into his arms, carries you to the bed, and drops your bodies atop it.

You squeal with laughter when he rolls on top of you, trapping you between his thighs, nuzzling and kissing the side of your face. Your hands fumble at his shoulders, before sliding to his face to turn his head to you. He’s grinning between your hands, looking absolutely charmed, and you kiss him on the nose, breathy from laughing.

When you pull away, Maul’s panting and still grinning like a madman, but his wild eyes have gone somewhat tame, controlled. His eyes dart all around your face, like he’s analyzing each one of your features. He breathes an exhale, licks his lips, and meets your gaze.

“I love you.” And his voice is slightly raspy, but he says it with such conviction, so raw and passionate, that the intensity floors you. Sure, he’s said those words to you before, but you don’t think you’ll ever get used to it. Your eyes go slightly misty again, and you smile sweetly, fingers rubbing the bases of his horns on his temples.

“I love you.” You reply and again, Maul sinks into you with a deep kiss, and you all but melt into each other, bodies a welcoming sanctuary for the other.

[kagekitsuneoflight]

I have been lurking and eating Pokemon Legends Arceus content and I humbly offer you an AU idea of my own that I haven’t seen yet. And if it DOES exits then forgive me. And if this is incomprehensible forgive me again.

It essentially combines two things: one, that the Akari has a twin in Lucas, and that they can communicate telepathically with each other. Same goes for Ingo and Emmet.

Now both sets of twins have telepathy, but the connection is extremely spotty for both due to the whole separation by time and space. They have a maximum of an hour to communicate, if that. And usually, both siblings have to be reaching out to properly communicate (imagine the hell you experience when your twin has the chorus to a song you don’t like repeating in end otherwise). The kicker though, as Emmet and Lucas are spam calling their respective twin, is that both Akari and Ingo have amnesia. Twin? What twin. They just have a daily migraine for an hour. Nothing odd about that. Surely this is normal.

But here, Arceus is kind enough to be their phone operator and connect them after witnessing how badly Lucas starts to freak out. (no, it is not worried that Lucas can and will metaphorically kick its door down if he suspects something. (Get rek’d though Emmet. You don’t even know what an Arceus is.))

However, Arceus makes an oopsie. It’s not it’s fault though! It simply assumed that the similar colored souls would be twins! (So yeah, it is their fault).

Akari is ready to deal with her daily migraine. She’s got her strategy ready (ask her pokemon to faint her). Instead of a pounding headache, she gets “Brother please answer -stir left three times add- please answer- two cubes stir right ten times add cream-“ and she has to pause and blink. “Huh. Auditory hallucinations. I’m sure this is fine.” She gets the mental equivalent of a record scratch, before being flooded by a slew of questions in her mind. Questions like “what are you? You’re not my brother. What is this? Who are you? I am Emmet. I am not an auditory hallucination-“ and Akari, sensing an oncoming headache, goes “Yikes. Braviary use hypnosis.” And Emmet gets to see one of the weirdest fucking Braviary he’s seen before the connection cuts abruptly. He’s left reeling because hey what the fuck that’s just like when Ingo cuts off their twin telepathy??? And he’s back to trying to knock the telepathy door down.

Meanwhile Ingo, whos solution to the “painful headache” problem is to just get dog piled by baby sneasels and Ignore It. This time, he doesn’t get a headache. What he gets is “Dawn Dawn Dawn please please please please please-“ and as a baby lays on his face he can’t help but think. “Hm. Auditory Hallucinations are a sign of poor health. Perhaps I am poisoned?” He gets the mental equivalent of unsuspectingly walking into Cynthia’s beach house for the first time followed by “YOU’RE NOT MY SISTER”. But hey. At least they actually talk it out.

Now for some quick facts.

Dawn and Lucas are twins, but Akari is Dawn’s legal name. Johanna named Lucas, while their father named her Akari, after a distant relative. Dawn hated the name Akari since it made her stand out too much in her opinion, and went by Dawn instead. She forgot this fact about herself.

Emmet and Akari both communicate with words and images, while Lucas and Ingo almost exclusively use words. You would think that because of this Emmet would be the first to realize that his twin is in the past, but Akari keeps spamming hypnosis on herself, or is just too busy doing her best to Not Die. He gets too caught up in backseat driving to remember to actually ask questions.

She eventually realizes that his backseat driving is actually helpful, so she begrudgingly takes the time to sit and talk. She gets to talk about her funky uncle who’s eyes glow in the dark and Emmet is like “THATS MY BROTHER?!?!?!”

Meanwhile, Lucas asks about Dawn, and Ingo just says “sorry. I don’t know a Dawn.”

Emmet involves the one person he knows that loves history in his region because that can really help narrow down where his brother is and also Lenora would murder him.

Lucas does not involve Cynthia. Google is good enough.

Lucas is Bummed, but hey. This could still be a lead! He starts asking about Ingo’s life, Ingo says he’s the Warden to Lady Sneasler, and Lucas goes “alright. Pause. What’s a Sneasler?” And gets told about a tall purple and white weasel like Pokémon.

*one google later* “In hindsight I should have realized Sneasler would be an extinct Sneasel evolution.”

“Pardon. What do you mean extinct.”

Meanwhile, Emmet getting blasted with images of extinct Pokémon “could you look at the Liligant for a minute longer? Lenora will have my head if I cannot complete this sketch.” “Emmet it is trying to kill me.”

[amayaonly1]

Diavolo's Cousin from Hell - Lesson 6 (Obey Me! x Female!MC/Reader)

@strawberry-moonpies Hello there! It's been a while. I've been travelling with le family for the past week, at least. Hopefully, this chapter will make it up for the delay, where we get a glimpse of Satan's encounter with the young Prince. Enjoy!

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Other work: A Lil' Oopsie

Diavolo's Cousin from Hell mini-series:

Prologue | Lesson 1 | Lesson 2 | Lesson 3 | Lesson 4 | Lesson 5 | Lesson 6

"You know," the blond demon sighed. "I was expecting something serious to have happened. But now, I can't help but wonder why am I here again."

It was supposed to be another one of those days where after breakfast, he'd sit on his purple armchair and read the day away. He would begin picking up a grimoire and reading through each one in his archive for the coursework. He had planned that agenda for the day, where he'd at least start with an outline.

And yet, here he was suddenly sent by the raven-haired demon to check up on Asmodeus who failed to be present for breakfast. The fifth-both demon was found in his room sobbing dramatically with the thick duvet wrapped around him.

Asmodeus, however, felt this was a significant matter. He shot up from his fetal position, pouting at his older brother while still keeping the duvet draped over him, revealing only his face.

"It is important!" he argued. "Imagine; just imagine. You meticulously plan a romantic night with our beloved MC - a spa night that would end with some luscious champagne - only to be rejected! MC rejected me- me! Just for that demon who wanted to do something with blankets!" The thought was unbearable for him, for he buried himself in his duvet and wailed loudly. "Aaah! This rejection is just too atrocious for me to bear!"

The older demon stared at him, mildly exasperated as he heaved a sign while pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm sure it's not as bad as you'd like to think," he remarked. "So what if Balial invited MC to his room for a sleepover? He'll only be here for two weeks, so let him have his fun before he finally gets out of our hair. Anyway, why am I consoling you over this? I need to return to my room. I got things to do. You might as well go downstairs to grab a bit before Beel finishes everything."

Without waiting for a response, he abruptly spun around and trodded towards the door. But it was just enough time for him to hear Asmodeus shouting, "Wait 'till you finally get rejected by MC, then you'll understand how I feel!"

How preposterous, he thought.

And so, the Avatar of Wrath returned to his chamber. He wasted no time going through the piles of books scattered around his room, searching high and low for grimoires that would benefit him in his assignment. Once he got ample of them in his hands, he proceeded to the library, where he'd planned to start on the outline. He had to constantly remind himself that Ms. Buduh's a strict teacher, for he wouldn't want to spare himself half an hour's worth of lecture in her office like most of his classmates. Even the meager percentage of the top students weren't spared from her critiques. To say that he had been intimidated by her would be quite an understatement, albeit his title in Devildom.

Suddenly, Satan had a thought cross his mind. Since MC was unfortunately busy with Balial, he could help her out. That way, she wouldn't have to tire herself over the assignment. It could speed things up; all she needed to do was pick the topic and some paraphrasing.

Then, perhaps, she would show her gratitude to him. Or he should stop expecting much and just get to work.

"I see that I'm not the only one who needs some "

Alas, all plans shall come to a halt upon that dreadfully familiar voice asking him that question as soon as he stepped foot into the library. He looked up; there he saw the young Prince of the Underworld sitting at the wooden table by the fireplace. He had a stack of books in front of him. The chair across from him was vacant, where another stack of books was placed before it.

Satan detested that patronizing tone coming from that little demon; nevertheless, he'd only have to give him a fake, polite smile and responded with, "Don't mind me. I'm here to complete my work."

"Well," began Balial, drawling slightly. "That's quite a shame. It seems that you'll have to occupy the larger table there."

After placing his books on the larger table in the center of the room, he looked at Balial perplexed. "Why's that so? There's an empty chair, right? I'll do my work, and you'll do yours."

"As I said, that's quite a shame. This seat has already been reserved."

"Who? Merihem?"

"No, no. It's the lady of the house."

Just as Satan was about to utter something, hurried footsteps got closer to them, followed by the said female's voice intervening, "Sorry for keeping you waiting, Balial! I had to drop by my room to grab some things."

At that moment, the young demon's face lit up as he looked toward the door. "Fear not, young maiden! A gentleman shan't mind waiting for a lady's arrival."

MC gave him a sheepish smile. "But it's unfair for a lady to constantly keep the gentleman waiting, isn't it?" In mere moments, she realised another presence in the room. Looking up, she displayed a look of surprise before saying, "Satan! I didn't see you coming. Are you also starting on Ms. Buduh's assignment?"

"Yeah," he replied with a smile. "Since a day has passed, might as well quickly start on it so we still have time to show her our drafts." He then glanced at the wooden table Balial occupied, then back at MC whom he noticed had a notebook and a pencil case in her grasp, and then back at the table. "I was thinking of asking you to join me, but I see that you're already occupied."

To which, the human nodded. "Balial has quite a lot of knowledge on the subject and has been kind enough to offer some help; well, in exchange for lodging here as we agreed earlier. Do you wanna join us? I'm sure there's room for another."

The Avatar of Wrath, however, wasn't so keen on sharing a table with Balial. But MC was right. The young Prince was known to possess some of the rarest and most important grimoires that jotted the events that occurred in relation to the religions mankind worshipped. Given that MC shared the same task as him, it's only reasonable for him to sit with them and work together.

Well, at least MC is going to be there. So it shouldn't be that bad.

"Alright, let me go grab a chair." Satan reluctantly went to the side and picked up a chair, bringing it to the oval table while MC and Balial shifted to leave some room for him. Placing the chair facing the fireplace, he went back to the table to bring his books over, before finally joining the two.

"So, where shall we start?" he began, looking up at the two.

While MC was flipping through her notebook, finding an empty page to begin the assignment, Balial stared at the blond demon blankly, raising a brow ever so slightly. The sight of his condescending look, all of a sudden, sent a surge of irritation throughout Satan's body. Then, at that moment, the young demon quickly shifted his attention to the human, changing his expression quickly to that of a cordial one as he asked, "Have you decided on which religions you want to talk about?"

"Well," MC responded with much uncertainty. "I think comparing Judaism, Christianity and Islam among each other is a bit too common. Maybe I'll compare one of them to - let's say - the Samaritanism or Druze Faith."

"Sounds like a great idea. I think I have the Epistles of Wisdom and the Torah in my archive, so allow me to check before we proceed."

So much for trying to help MC ease a bit of her burden. Maybe Asmodeus's words earlier were a prophecy of what is to come for the next, at least, one or two hours.