#and i cried again when i saw it in person for the first time

[fontainexpert]

"I BET IS HEAVY"! Phainon x reader

synopsis. where phainon overheard a conversation that he shouldn't. or better yet, he should. after all, the consequence to it was.. quite nice.

warnings. MDNI. nsfw. oral sex (m!receiving). deep throat. throat fucking. size kink. handjob. blowjob. cum swallowing. porn with feelings.

wc. 4.0k

Phainon was walking in the previous space where he and Mydeimos would train, before the entire Flame-Chase journey. 

Endless and endless days and nights fighting and competing with each other even with the most idiotic and unserious subjects, just to see who would take the victory home, or a scolding lesson from Aglaea or Tribbie. From the occasional competition in the hot baths to see who would remain standing in scorching heat, from actual fights.

And right now, before he could make presence, he saw you.

You, sitting in one of the benches where he would throw his body in exhaustion after, casually watching a Fragment of Recollection, and the memory that was shown, was of him and Mydei competing to see who ran faster. You had a very gentle smile on your face, watching with an amused smile as, embarrassingly enough, Phainon often would lose. Mydei was unfortunately faster.

Phainon fancied you. He fancied your smile, the way your lips were beautiful especially when you’d smile or laugh, he fancied how your hair when blown in the wind made your face look somewhat even gentler. 

But he was a coward, so he never spoke about these feelings. After losing Aedes Elysiae, he wasn’t ready to lose the current most important person in his life in case his feelings were rejected, and he had already made peace with the thought. But yes, he would be lying if he said that he never fantasized about a gentle touch.

“Phainon is slow.”

Your friend, sitting next to you, spoke. Breaking said man from his inner turmoil. 

“Obviously faster than me, or you, but slower than Mydei.” She continued, watching as the memory of Phainon dramatically cried out about ‘again! let’s see if now i’m faster.’, and said man in the current time flinched embarrassed, not wanting to disappoint the one he cherished with not-so-positive results of his competitions. 

He watched your expression from afar, and he himself saw how instead of immediately announcing his presence, he was now listening to the both of you speak of him. He cringed internally, ready to leave, but first looking at your face to see your reaction to your friends’ words.

…Nothing.

You no longer had the amused smile in your face, but there was no judgement or scrutinization, instead, there was an appreciative look in your eyes as it followed each movement the Phainon in the memory was doing. There was also another look, something else that he couldn’t quite put his finger on to say with absolute certainty what were you feeling.

“Which is impressive, actually.” Once again, your friend spoke. “How does that man run with armor in his legs but not chest? Shouldn’t that technically make him slower? Yet he’s faster? I mean, not that I don’t appreciate the tattoos on him, and the view, and-”

“I bet is heavy.” 

You spoke for the first time since he arrived, and your friend, confused, muttered a ‘huh?’ while looking at you, not understanding. Sighing dreamy, you continued. 

“His cock. I bet is heavy, which makes him slower.”

..Pause.

Phainon had to blink three times in order to finally understand what you had just said, while a gasp almost made out of his mouth out loud, and his face, along with his neck and ears, went completely red. Bewildered eyes stared at your face, even if you hadn’t seen or noticed him.

Your friend, however, laughed out loud, surprised. 

“Oh my Titan! I can’t believe you just said that!” And there she went, laughing again, this time making you chuckle as well.

“I mean it.” You simply said, not once looking at your friend, but instead keeping your eyes on him. The fragment memory, at that.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, huh~” She teased, and that’s when you twitch your lips, containing a smile. “Wait! Is this why you always asked to see when he and Mydeimos would train?!”

This time, you looked at her. “No!” And laughed. “Not always, I mean. I enjoy looking at him, he is.. gorgeous.” You sighed once more, resting your chin on your hand. “I really fancy him.”

He didn’t bother to keep listening to what your friend had to say after that.

Because even due the.. vulgar or embarrassing circumstance of him discovering, he finally realized that the look in your eyes that he couldn’t pinpoint what was, was actually longing. Longingly looking at him. 

And with this information, he turned around and left. Face and neck red, throat surprisingly dry while his hands were now moist with the first signs of nervousness appearing, and completely ignoring the uncomfortable feeling that he was currently facing inside his pants. 

You missed Phainon.

You didn’t talk much with each other, but as someone with a longing crush on someone else, you guessed it was normal to feel like this when the one you wanted stopped appearing in your life like he was used to.

The Flame-Chase journey was dangerous and tiring, you knew that. You worried about him, and longed for a life where one day you would be able to hug him and soothe his worries, but right now, that was far from happening. 

So imagine the surprise you felt when you saw him in Okhema’s Baths. Most specifically, in the extreme hot bath, a place where he and Mydei occasionally would compete with each other to see who would endure more.

This time, he wore no clothes except the traditional bath robes.

Swallowing dry, you blinked a few times and gripped the towels that were currently in your hand, tighter. Right now, the hot bath wing was closed for the day after three civilians decided to also challenge each other in the heat, only for two to puke and one to faint. Aglaea was furious, and as punishment, she intercepted any civilian to enter the place for the day, even after the water was cleaned and fully sanitized again.

The only ones that were allowed were, apparently, the Chrysos Heirs. And now you, bringing new towels and ornaments, oils and scents. 

When did he come back? 

Sighing, you looked to the ground and purposely stepped inside with a heavier foot then normal, entering the place and feeling the big white curtains behind you close. You heard water movement and then looked up, locking eyes with Phainon, while you faked a surprised reaction at seeing him, as if you hadn’t been ogling his muscular back in the past two minutes.

“Phainon!” You exclaimed, no longer faking reactions, but showing true glee in seeing him. Chuckling in amusement when said man looked at you with big eyes. “You are back. How do you feel?” And then walked in the direction of the stand where the towels were put, placing them in the bench and gathering each in your hands, folding them with care.

“Ah- I..” He started, and you hummed back, encouraging him to continue. 

However, he remained quiet, looking at you. You felt his gaze before you even turned your head to look at him, now folding the second towel. Watching his expression, a somewhat bashful look on his face and cheeks surprisingly red, you deduced it was the result of the hot water he was in.

Clearing your throat, you decided to continue. “I know the journey is very tiring.. I hope you can rest well when you are able to, Phainon. Thank you for what you are currently doing for us.” You finished, folding the last towel. Slightly upset over the fact that you had to leave, while unfortunately not being able to even have a conversation with him. Maybe he was too tired, and now he wanted to rest. “Well, I’ll leave you be-”

“Yes!” He exclaimed, and you looked at him with surprise at his outburst. Him now being the one to clear the throat, moved position, giving you a show of his abs and chest, making your cheeks grow incredibly hot at the sight, leaving you to direct your eye to the wall. “I mean, yes, it’s very tiring..” Phainon continued. “Very heavy.” 

He knew what he did. You didn’t.

The moment he looked at you, the only thing he could think of was of your words in the training grounds, and now, bathing in hot water, his body already a high temperature, made it almost impossible to not immediately get warm for other reasons besides the heat. 

‘I bet is heavy.’ 

Those words started to haunt him in the last few hours, and now, you are here to taunt him without even knowing that he heard each word come out of your mouth. 

You, however, only stared at him in sympathy. 

“I imagine.” You softly spoke, not noticing Phainon’s twitch in the eye. “I didn’t want to bother you when you can finally rest.. Especially now that the hot bath is closed for civilians.” You quietly mused, content after seeing Phainon slight curve in the corner of his lips at that. “It must be very stressful, so you need to focus on relaxing now. We can.. chat later if you want.”

At the offer, he turned his head to look at you at surprising speed. 

“Only if you want! You need to focus on yourself first-”

And he interrupted.

“Don’t you want to know if it’s heavy?”

Silence.

Both him and you remained in silence for a while, him only staring at you, and you in confusion. Only in the beginning. The more the phrase echoed inside your head, the faster it made you understand just what he had meant about that. 

Oh my god.

“Phainon-”

“You know.” He started, releasing a breath from his nose and chuckling right after. “I spent the next few hours thinking about what you said. Thinking about if I should act on my feelings, or if I should just keep focused on the current task.” Phainon then got up, water pouring from the cloth around his waist covering him, and your throat went impossibly dry. “I know my answer now.” And started to walk at you. 

“Phainon, I’m.. I’m sorry you heard that-”

He stepped right in front of you, your eyes refusing to meet his’, but now, you were face to face with.. His very wide chest.

“Sorry?” Phainon was so close to you that when he spoke, you could actually smell the mint breath in his mouth. “It gave me time to think that after losing everything, I would rather die knowing I was wanted than dying with regrets, not knowing if my affection was reciprocated.” He brought his hand to your chin forcing you to face him, and even while trying to act serious and brave, looking inside his deep blue eyes, you saw the nervousness in them. “And now that I know that is mutual.. If you allow me, I would like to try.. With you.” 

It looked as if the man in front of you was trying to steal your breath away, the moment he uttered these words and how it completely broke any type of restraint or hesitation in your body.

“Yes.” You sighed, bringing your right hand into the one that was currently sliding to your cheek, resting above his own. “I would like that as well, Phainon.”

And that is when after years of pinning after the one in front of you, the first kiss was shared.

He slid his hand that was on your cheek to the back of your neck and brought your face to his, his lips colliding against yours in deep want, mouth enveloping your and with your gasp, his tongue entering your mouth and now battling against your own, as if fighting to see which one would win.

It amused you how even in between kisses, it was apparently an habit of his to turn every silly little thing into a competition. One that you were proud to admit that you forfeit with gusto and no regrets.

While his other hand grabbed your waist and brought your body closer to him, chests touching, your left hand made contact with his chest, and the right hand also slid to his neck, deepening the kiss. 

It was true. He actually wanted to steal your breath away.

Gasping for air, the kiss broke, and now there were only two recent lovers gathering their breath.

“I won’t lie.. And say that I didn’t imagine how you would figure it out if I am, indeed, heavy.” 

“Oh my god.” You laughed, breathless, smile widening as he also chuckled at that. “I still can’t believe you heard that.”

Snickering, he put both hands around your waist, caressing you with his thumbs.

“But..” You continued, swallowing spit, gathering courage to continue what it was on the tip of your tongue to be said. “Do you want me to show you just how I would figure it out?”

Phainon felt his breath hitch, looking at your eyes that somehow looked even bigger while asking it with an innocent tone. Your right hand resting on his chest, the hot and soft skin rising against your hand each time he breathed, and his heart pulsing in rhythm.

“Show me.” He muttered, almost begging. And show him, you did.

You kissed his jaw, at first giving a few pecks only with the occasional slip of your tongue tracing his jaw, as you then progressed in leaving hickeys leading to his neck. Oh how you wanted for so long to suck on the skin of his neck, especially his sun tattoo that had always teased you with the usual collar he would wear.

Phainon sighed, his hand in your nape supporting your head. 

You brought the kisses down his chest, guilty enough giving more attention to his nipple, enjoying the small needy gasp he let out, a surprised ‘ah!’ from his lips, followed by a groan.

Your hands wandered down, finding place inside his robes, and shamelessly groping him.

“Yeah.” Whispering against his lips, you whispered. Your fingers slowly wrapped around his cock, and you felt yourself getting wet at the main cause of your wet dreams now at the palm of your hand. “Definitely heavy.” 

With a gentle tug, you twist your wrist and stroked him lightly, running your thumb along the tip of his cock, smearing the small bead of pre cum that was currently leaking in your hand. Phainon moaned out loud, momentarily closing his eyes, only to keep them with a heavy gaze at your flushed face.

His cock is huge. Is big in your hand, and so unbelievably hot that you doubt the previous temperature of the water had anything to do with it. From the palm of your hand you can feel each thick vein, each time it keeps pulsating in your fingers, and each twitch of pleasure that the white haired man sighs softly in pleasure at your movements.

But that’s not enough.

“Too heavy for my hand.” And you let him know it.

In a second, you remove your hand from inside his robes and the man laments the loss of touch, only to stare at you in rapid surprise as you calmly push him backwards, until he feels a wall hitting at his back.

That’s when you go on your knees.

“W-wait!” He stutters, placing one hand at the top of your head, staring down at you. 

You pause the movements at his robes, ready to remove them but pausing as he asked for, looking at him. “Do you want me to stop? It’s okay if we do.”

Sighing incredulously, he shakily closes his eyes. “No, I.. I just- Are you sure you want to..”

Softening your eyes, you bring your mouth close to his thigh, kissing him with the layer of clothing in the middle, but doing enough so you could visibly see when his cock jumped in interest, and heard the man above you swallow dry. 

“Please.” You asked, no- begged. Eyes wide in purpose to make you seem more needy, as if it was possible with the amount of slick oozing out of you just at the touch of him.

Phainon nodded once, and you no longer wanted to waste more time.

Almost aggressively, you ripped his lower robe from him, letting it fall to the ground, and bit your lip at the cock in front of your face. Just by touching it, you knew he was pretty, and seeing it moments later just confirmed your thoughts. Flushed pink at the tip, the veins teasing you and then-

A bead of pre cum threatened to fall, only for you to immediately lash your tongue to the tip, licking it slowly, and looking up at him at the motion, closing your mouth at the tip and sucking gently, growing impossibly more wet as Phainon moaned out loud, closing his eyes and throwing his head at the wall behind him.

Leaving his tip, you decided to finally lick and suck at the thick vein in the underside of his cock, the tip of your tongue doing more pressure at it, coming from the base and ending on the top of his cock once again to get more of his pre cum.

“Fuck- Yes. Fuck.” 

Who knew the Deliverer knew how to curse like that.

Finally, you envelop his head once again in your mouth, and breathing deeply you start to swallow him more and more, closing your eyes at the welcomed intrusion, not stopping until the tip of his cock reaches the back of your throat. At that, you felt a hand suddenly grip your hair, but he didn’t push you against him, only used your hair as a grounding method so he doesn’t unravel in your mouth too soon.

“Oh my god.” He groaned, a delicious sound to your ears. 

You bob your head, pressing your tongue in each spot of the cock inside your mouth, especially the thick vein. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping what you couldn’t fit inside your mouth right away, twisting your wrist and stroking him at the rhythm of you bobbing your head, giving more attention at the tip and then swallowing to the back of your throat once more.

Humming around him, you enjoyed how he groaned loud and gripped your hair even tighter. 

You liked it, liked the slight pain in your scalp, it was a constant reminder that besides the constant groans and moans coming from Phainon, you were doing good, and that only made you more eager to have him abuse your mouth.

So, breathing deeply, you forced your head more, slowly making so that your nose now was smashed against his pelvis, and his small happy trail now was teasing your nose. You hummed once more.

“Please- so good, so good-” He whined, and as if you were the one receiving, you rolled your eyes in absolute pleasure, your own pussy clenching around nothing and wetting your undergarments, no doubt making a mess. After all, making him feel good was just as pleasurable as being on the receiving end, in your opinion. 

Still breathing carefully, you started to bob your head again, now with the tip of his cock constantly hitting your throat, and you constantly swallowing and hollowing your throat, squeezing him inside your mouth.

While, now with both hands free, one grabbed his thigh, and the other went to his balls, squeezing them in pleasurable strokes.

He moaned your name, a plea for mercy that went completely ignored that resulted in his breaths coming more erratic and faster. You could feel his legs shaking, the cock inside your mouth twitching nonstop, and the mess. Desperate for more, you removed yourself from him and breathed.

“Do you want to come in my mouth, Phainon?” You spoke with a hoarse voice, lips red with abuse and messy with spit and precum.

“Please.” Phainon looked down at you, and the glassy eyes in him made him somehow look even more ethereal. Refusing him was impossible in your books.

“Fuck my mouth, Phainon. I want that, do you want that?” You said, watching as he nodded three times and still breathing erratically, and then brought his other hand that was at his side, making both of his hands handle your hair and using it as reins, but never pulling hard enough to hurt. “Then I am all yours to use.”

Just as you enveloped his cock inside your mouth again, he gave a thrust attempt, and when seeing no hesitation on your part to continue pleasuring him with your tongue inside your mouth, he finally, finally, started to fully thrust inside your mouth.

Right now, you were moaning around his cock very loudly, sounds being muffled by him and his own sounds, that for the both of your luck, was not going to be heard by no one else besides the two of you.

With your hand still in his balls, giving extra pleasure and squeezing them at the same time you stroked them, the amount of pre cum inside your mouth started to double the amount, and you knew that he was close, especially as his thrusts grew more and more, along with his breath, that now was preventing him from making a coherent word.

“I-I will- I will- Fuck, fuck!” Phainon moaned shamelessly, fucking your mouth. “You’re so good, so good,” He moaned your name, hearing you slightly gag around him. “Yes, yes.”

His moans were so pretty and delicious to hear. To know that someone like Phainon was completely unraveling above you, but because of you, and of how you made him feel, was so satisfying to hear and watch. To watch his glossy, pretty blue eyes unfocused and his cock grow heavier and heavier inside your mouth. To know that he was about to unload his cum deep down your throat and you could do nothing besides simply accepting it.

And accept, swallow and moan at the taste, you did.

The moment he started to throw loads and loads of cum deep in your throat, you moaned at the taste and swallowed around him harsher than before, focused on milking him until his very last drop. It was funny, how you were treating his cock as a lollipop, sucking so desperately for the flavor to be in your mouth.

Phainon continued twitching inside your mouth, and you were growing suspicious, thinking that he would soon lose strength in his legs if he kept shaking like the way he currently was, together with the deep breaths he was giving as if he had run a marathon. 

You did not leave his cock right away, no. You licked him clean, slurped and swallowed any drop that had wanted to leave his cock the moment he removed your mouth around him. You wanted it all, everyday, every time. So, even after licking the last drop of pre cum, you remained with a hand around him, stroking very slowly so as to not overwhelm him.

“You taste so good, Phainon.” You purred, biting your lip, watching as the man started to become scarlet from his neck and cheeks. 

“Hah-” Phainon exhaled, looking down at you and caressing your face as you finally let go of his cock, kissing his thigh and fingers. “You.. You ruined me.”

Smirking, you got up, ignoring the wet uncomfortable sensation in between your legs. “Good.” And then caressed his cheek, cooing as he rested the weight of his cheek in the palm of your hand. “Because if you allow me, you will be mine, and I will be yours.”

He looked at you, as if seeing you for the first time.

“Yes.” With a breath that looked as if he was stealing air just to mutter these words just for you. “I’d like that.”

a/n: let me know if there is any mistakes <3 wrote this in a frenzy in the last hour, and its 4 am where i currently am lmao

[allsteddie]

Back with the Werewolf!Steve and Vampire!Eddie AU.

When Steve imprints on him, Eddie panics at first. What the hell is he supposed to do with a werewolf? Eddie’s not good with people or other supernatural beings, he lives alone for a reason, damn it.

But Steve is too injured to go anywhere, and as much as Eddie enjoys his peace and quiet he’s not heartless; he’s not gonna send the guy away when he can’t even stand without help.

So Steve stays.

“Just until you get better,” Eddie tells him(self).

The only problem is that Steve is a very lovable likable son of a bitch.

They spend a good deal of time together since Steve can't do much on his own, and Eddie can't really say this is a chore to him. Steve is funny, and dorky and sweet, when he’s feeling well enough to stay awake of course. And he’s also very considerate and mindful of Eddie’s space and boundaries.

Even hurt as he is, Steve still tries to give Eddie as little trouble as he can. He doesn’t ask for much besides the usual help to get to the bathroom or a new water bottle when the one Eddie brought him is empty. He keeps to himself if Eddie is not in the mood for talking and tries to stay out of Eddie’s way. Eddie only knows Steve imprinted on him because he saw Steve’s eyes change to a bright golden color the moment the werewolf saw him for the first time. And still out of it at the time, Steve reached for him and tried to bury his face in Eddie’s neck when he got closer.

The eye color change and the behavior told Eddie exactly what was happening at the time, but since then nothing else happened. Steve doesn’t mention the imprint, even though his eyes still glow gold when Eddie is around, and this confuses Eddie to no end.

Aren’t werewolves programmed to act when this kind of thing happens? Every book Eddie’s read about them stated that the imprint is something out of the wolf’s control. That once it happens, the wolf has to form a bond with their chosen person; no matter if the bond is platonic or romantic. If they don’t, they either go feral or get so sick and in so much pain they can die.

(A stupid way to die, in Eddie’s opinion. But Eddie can’t really judge; he can burn to death if he spends more than a few seconds in the sunlight.)

Eddie’s confusion and doubts are cleared a week after Steve wakes up. Eddie’s been treating his wounds every night; he cleans them, changes bandages, checks if there’s any sign of infection and if everything is healing as it should. The damage the other man took is extensive, and the healing is a little slower than Eddie expected, but other than that everything seems fine.

But on the seventh night, when Eddie opens the door to the room Steve’s been sleeping in, he sees right away that something is definitely wrong. Steve’s tossing and turning on the bed; he has kicked the duvet to the floor and keeps mumbling something under his breath even Eddie’s supernatural hearing can’t quite catch.

“Steve?” the vampire calls, stepping into the room.

That seems to make things worse. As soon as he hears Eddie’s voice, the werewolf whines as if in pain. His whole body tenses and Steve curls up on his side until his knees are drawn up close to his chest and his low murmuring becomes a series of pained cries that pierces Eddie straight in the heart.

Eddie’s moving before he even realizes what he’s doing.

“Steve, come on, what’s happening?” he says as he sits on the edge of the bed. Eddie’s concern just grows when he finally touches Steve’s shoulder and feels how hot his skin is. The man is burning up. “Talk to me, man.”

He’s trembling badly, and when Steve finally opens his eyes to look at Eddie, they are unfocused and bleary because of the fever.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the werewolf pants, fingers gripping the sheets so tightly they turn white. “I couldn’t help it, I’m sorry.”

“What are you talking about? What are you sorry for?”

A broken sob leaves the man’s lips, and he closes his eyes again. Eddie wants to sob himself.

“No, no, no, don’t close your eyes,” the vampire pleads, moving his hands until they’re cupping the other man’s face. “Come on, Steve, look at me.”

He does, although the act seems to cost him a lot of effort.

“What are you sorry for?” Eddie asks, almost frantic.

Steve blinks slowly, and when he talks his words are slurred, “The bond. Couldn’t help it.”

And it finally clicks; Steve’s been fighting the imprint all this time. For a whole week now, that idiot has been hurting and suffering due to an unfinished bond and he’s never even thought of mentioning it to Eddie. If the books Eddie’s read are right, Steve must be in so much pain Eddie is actually impressed that the werewolf can talk by this point.

“For fuck’s sake. Stop fighting it, you idiot!” Eddie growls, shaking Steve’s head a little until the man finally looks at him. “Are you insane? This is hurting you.”

“Can’t do th—this to you. Not fair.”

“I don’t fucking care, Steve! You’re gonna die if don’t complete the bond.”

Steve tries to shake his head, but the movement is too weak. He is too weak.

Not knowing what else to do, Eddie climbs on the bed and forces the werewolf into a sitting position, resting against the headboard. Eddie then straddles Steve because, fuck this, the guy is fucking dying and he’s desperate here. Thankfully, the action is enough to grab Steve’s attention.

“I’m giving you my permission to complete this bond,” Eddie says, serious and slow so the werewolf can follow his words. “I don’t care if we just met a week ago, I want you to complete this bond. Do you hear me? We can see how we're gonna deal with it later, but right now I want you to bite me, Steve. Stop fighting this and just get done with it, okay?"

For a moment, Eddie is not sure the werewolf understands what he’s saying, but then he mumbles, “Okay.”

When Steve finally bites him, Eddie’s whole world burst into flames. Or at least it feels like it. His skin burns, the place where the werewolf’s teeth are buried deep into throbs in a delicious kind of way. Eddie doesn’t even notice when he closes his eyes, or when he buries his hand into Steve’s hair and grips it tightly.

“That’s it, darling,” he says, combing his fingers through that soft hair and feeling Steve gradually melt under his touch. “That’s it. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

[deadpanjisung]

「did you get that picture? | pt. 2 」

pairing: perv!hyunjin x changbin’s gf!reader x changbin 

part one (i recommend u read this first)

MDNI!!!!!!!!!!!!! pls have your age in bio

genre: smut, angst, 

wc: 3.8k

warnings: hyunjin is a perv, switch!reader, kinda subby hyune, kinda soft dom bin, kinda voyeuristic, threesome, mxm parts, masturbation (m! rec, fem! rec), fingering (fem!rec), oral (fem!rec), double penetration, creampies, again: hyunjin loves changbin and you <3. 

a/n: this fic was supposed to be just pt1 but this video really made me yearn for more.

happy stay day <3

Hyunjin started moaning your name without even noticing. The pleasure that his hand mixed with fantasy provided became his sole focus. And he swore that he could feel your warm, wet cunt wrapped around him before seeing the whole universe as he released thick, ardent, spurts of his cum into his fist. And he also felt that he had released so much more than cum, but also his emotional obsession with your being. That was until the door creaked with a soft whisper of… “Hyunjin?”  with a seductive smirk across your face. Ooh, baby, set me free.

Your smirk shifted into a frown as quickly as it appeared. 

“You should close the door all the way next time.” You spat. Hyunjin’s throat went dry, he tried to utter an apology, but no words came out. You shut the door behind you, leaving a disgruntled Hyunjin laying down in a pool of his own release. 

He cried himself to sleep that night, not even bothering to shower after what he did. He didn’t look at you or Changbin the next morning, instead served himself some cereal and returned to his room. Was the smirk he saw even real? 

You were cold towards him the next times you saw him, ignoring his nervous and quiet apologies when he passed by. He didn’t see Changbin too much either, aside from practice or recording. Changbin didn’t seem to have treated him any differently, instead calling him his “wife” even in front of you —his girlfriend. You laughed it off, glaring subtly at Hyunjin, who nervously chuckled at his comments. 

Before he knew it, he found himself being dragged away to Jeongin’s birthday party by Chan, who was admittedly concerned for him. He knew that Chan wouldn’t pry on his personal life, unless Hyunjin asked him to. He wasn’t surprised when he saw you sitting on the couch, laughing away at Jisung’s funny anecdotes. Hyunjin’s heart sunk a bit. 

“Hyung!” Changbin shouted at Chan. “Can you help me move this?” Hyunjin didn’t pay any notice to what Changbin asked of Chan; instead, he took this as an opportunity when he saw that his hyungs left the room. His legs took him towards the couch, to interrupt you and Jisung’s conversation.

“Hey.” He greeted. “Y/N, can we talk for a second? It’ll be quick.” He looked right at you and then at Jisung. You nodded, hesitantly standing up while telling Jisung that you’d be back. 

You walked with Hyunjin to Chan and Jeongin’s balcony, in his attempt to acquire some privacy from his members whose eyes unintentionally bore onto your backs. You leaned on the railing, a drink in your hand and Hyunjin’s mouth went dry once again. He had practiced a formal apology a million times, but he couldn’t etch a word. 


“What?” You asked. “You called me here to stare?” 

“N-no. Agh… Fuck.” He cursed as you glared at him, turning around on your heel to leave. His hand found your forearm, stopping you from doing so. “Wait… give me a second, please.”

“Okay.”

Hyunjin breathed deeply, in and out, like his therapist had taught him to. Having a panic attack in front of you would be the tip of the iceberg, he was sure of that. 

“Y/N. I am so sorry.” He muttered. 

“Is that all?” You asked, coldly with the same nonchalant expression on your face. He shook his head. 

“I never intended for it to be that bad. I-I’m so so sorry. I wish I could take everything back, I swear. I don’t know what to do… I don’t know how I can make it right. Y/N, please…”

“You know what pisses me off?” You interrupted. “You can have anyone in the world! Other idols, your adoring fans but no…. You want to fucking fuck around with my boyfriend! I thought you were different, but fuck!” Hyunjin blinked a few times as he listened to you rant and he zoned out. “And the worst part is that you know… and you’re just taking advantage of it!”

“Wait! You… you’re mad because of what?”

“Well, I think it’s fucking obvious that I’m pissed because you want to fuck my boyfriend. What the fuck?”

“But… But it was you. I was jerking off to… you.”

“Oh, I heard that too. But you were also moaning Changbin’s name all loud and clearly.”

“W-what?”

You scoffed. “You’re such a prick. You didn’t even realize it.” You shook your head in disappointment. “Neither me nor Bin give a shit if you jerk off to me, Jisung does it on the monthly. But, to Changbin? I’m fucking livid. Because you know how hard it was for him to get over you!” 

“To get over me?”

“Yes, to get over you. Are you really that oblivious?” You asked, your face softened for a second. Maybe you were able to perceive his genuine confusion. “Hyunjin, Changbin had the biggest crush on you.” 

And his world collapsed. Suddenly, he remembered every flirtatious joke, every tense moment, every touch that lingered, every kiss played off as a joke, the late-night mutual jerk off sessions. He realized that Changbin had meant it too. That it wasn’t just him that felt something. But then, you came into his life four years ago. And the touches stopped… the kisses too. You always used to glare at him, and he understood why. You scoffed once again, now at his silence. 

“Shit. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I-I didn’t mean to.” He apologized, grabbing your hand. You sighed, rolling your eyes. 

“I never did understand why you two didn’t date. Bin’s a total dream and you’re too hot to function.” You said, Hyunjin nearly choked at your comment. But it did make him reflect, why hadn’t him and Changbin dated? He really didn’t have an answer to that. “You have always looked fucking great together, even better than me and him.”

“But you…?”

“I know. It’s my turn now. I’m sorry, I was… well, still am, jealous. I know Bin is quite obsessed with you, even if he doesn’t admit it. And I did know that you were lusting over me…you’re not too subtle.” Hyunjin blushed furiously. “But when I heard you moaning Bin’s name… that fucked me up.” He couldn’t stop blushing.

“I-I didn’t even know about Changbin hyung… I don’t even remember saying his name…”

“Were you fantasizing about us, Hyunjin?” You asked, your voice low and sultry. The air in the atmosphere shifted, now charged with tension. Hyunjin nodded, shamefully. You tilted his head up, so he would look at you. “Were you imagining me and Bin fucking?” Hyunjin nodded again, confused at your sudden change of heart. “Do you want to kiss me?” Hyunjin paused.

“Is this a trap?” He asked, running a hand through his hair. You shook your head. 

“Consider this a freebie.” You replied, closing the gap between you. 

Your hands found the back of soft, long hair as you crashed your lips on his. You tasted like fruit flavored alcohol, and he noted how on brand that was for you. He kissed you back hard, a mess of spit and teeth, hands flying to caress your waist when he pulled you closer to him. He thanked the fact that the balcony had a privacy screen because his members would make a scandal out of this. Hyunjin had been hard ever since you spoke to him in your smooth voice and you knew it. You placed your thigh between his, rubbing it against his erection. Hyunjin moaned into the kiss, and he felt you smirk against his lips.

“My wife and my girlfriend? I don’t know if I should be jealous, bewildered or ecstatic.” Hyunjin heard Changbin speak up, not even noticing when he entered the balcony over the music and sexual tension. You both snapped your heads towards him. Changbin was smirking and Hyunjin felt butterflies all over his body. He hadn’t had a single sip of alcohol, but he felt drunker than he ever had. 

“I’m sorry, Bin.” You said, casually, slipping out of Hyunjin’s grasp. Hyunjin felt exposed, his cock was visibly hard and unconcealed now that you weren’t entangled with him. “I wanted to know what you liked so much about him. I think I like him too. Good kisser.” Changbin nodded in agreement, and it was Hyunjin’s turn to feel bewildered. 

“I told you.” Changbin remarked, now looking at Hyunjin. “That was hot. It’s been so long since we’ve done that, hasn’t it, Hyunjin-ah?” 

Hyunjin gulped, looking from Changbin to you and back to him. He nodded in response, not being able to cough up everything he wanted to say. He knew that it would be too late to confess his undying crush on Changbin, and he didn’t know if talking about his newfound lust for you would do any good. Hyunjin clutched the phone in his hand. 

“You, no, we could kiss… again…” You suggested, a smirk plastered on your face “if you’d like.” Hyunjin’s eyes widened. 

“Are you sure, baby?” Changbin asked. You nodded. 

“I can share. Can you?” You teased him, making Changbin wrap his strong arms around you. Fuck. Changbin nodded.

“So, what do you say, Hyune?” You asked, your voice as irresistible as ever. 

He couldn’t pass this up, this would probably help him get over his hyung and you. He still didn’t know what you meant to him or if he was actually obsessed with you as a person. But he knew that the kiss felt scriptural to him, like it was predestined in his life.

“You don’t have to say yes.” You spoke up, but he shook his head. 

“Let’s go.” Hyunjin said, catching both of you off guard. 

You faked having a migraine to leave the birthday party earlier than usual. Hyunjin who had arrived with Chan left with you and Changbin, naturally; even when Chan offered to take him back to his dorm after the party was over. The drive was silent, Hyunjin sat in the back, glancing at you and Changbin in the front, which happened often. This was different, though, Hyunjin stayed silent because he couldn’t say anything. He just watched you, and, based on your movements, you were stroking Changbin’s cock, either over or under his jeans. Unapologetically in front of him. His hyung tried to compose himself, only letting out an occasional grunt. Sometimes you looked back at Hyunjin smirking and he gulped, feeling excited and nervous at the anticipation. 

The walk to his dorm was also quiet for him, as he looked at you and Changbin being playful with each other. Changbin hugged you from behind, you kissed his cheek, he twirled you around like it was nothing, and Hyunjin just stared. Until you extended your hand to him, not waiting for him to take it, you intertwined your fingers with his. He tensed up at what Changbin would say but he just chuckled at the sight of you leaning on Hyunjin’s body. You puckered your lips, pecking Hyunjin’s cheek as you all entered the elevator. Hyunjin focused on the heat of your body next to his, while Changbin wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled both of you closer to him. 

When the elevator doors opened, Hyunjin pulled away, taking out his keys and unlocking the apartment with fidgeting hands. As soon as you set foot into the apartment, your lips were on his, resuming the kiss that was interrupted by your boyfriend earlier. Your hands caressed either side of his face as his found your waist. Hyunjin’s cock, that had been half hard since they left, was fully throbbing against his tight jeans. He moaned into the kiss when he felt Changbin lowering the zipper of your dress, Hyunjin helped him pull down your dress without even looking at you or Changbin. Too engulfed in the kiss to pay attention to anything else.

“Hyunjin-ah, are you sure you want this?” Changbin asked, unbuckling his belt. Hyunjin opened his eyes to look at his hyung. You pulled away from the kiss to look at them both.

“I-I want this. Are you sure you want this?” He asked Changbin and, then you.

“I want this.” Changbin answered. He looked at you. “Do you want this?” You nodded. “Your room or mine?” 

Hyunjin pondered for a second. His room did smell and look better than Changbin’s. But you were certainly more comfortable in your boyfriend’s. 

“Mine.” Hyunjin answered, halting his overthinking. 

“Lead the way.” You purred, and only then Hyunjin was able to take in the sight before him. Your body, your half naked body in front of him. The same body that he had studied and worshipped on paper for months. His knees buckled at the thought of him being able to touch you like that. His eyes then followed Changbin, his hyung, who was taking off his shirt, revealing his toned torso. Changbin wrapped his arm around your waist as you made your way to Hyunjin’s room. He kissed you deeply, hungrily, scattering hickeys against your neck. 

“Why don’t you take a picture, Hyunjin? It’ll last longer.” You teased. Hyunjin blushed, opening the door to his own personal sanctuary. The formerly pure space had already been corrupted with images of scenarios about the likeness of what would happen tonight.

You laid on the bed, seeming surprisingly comfortable. Changbin finished taking his clothes off and proceeded to undress the remnants of yours; whilst Hyunjin was still fully clothed. Your beautiful pussy was spread open so Hyunjin could see. If he hadn’t been obsessed before, he was sure that he was now. Changbin’s fingers spread you open even further, slipping in and out of you with an agonizingly gentle pace. You made soft sounds every time his fingers delved deeper inside of you. 

“C’mon, Hyunjin-ah. Don’t you want to touch her?” Changbin urged him. Hyunjin snapped out of his trance, pulling the hoodie off of his torso and unbuttoning his jeans to throw them into the discard pile next to the rest of the clothes, leaving him in his underwear. Hyunjin felt impossibly naked, transparent before your and Changbin’s hungry gazes. 

Changbin made way for Hyunjin to sit in front of you, experimentally dragging a finger through your slick slit. You moaned a bit louder at his teasing, which made Hyunjin’s cock leak precum in his boxers. He looked over at Changbin, still unsure if he should actually touch you, to see his hyung fisting his cock with a smirk that made Hyunjin blush. 

“Go ahead, pretty boy. She’s yours to play with… for now.” Changbin urged him again as Hyunjin admired his expert hands working on his cock.

Hyunjin slid two fingers inside of you, you still felt tight even if Changbin helped stretch you a bit. Your walls were wet and warm, deliciously so. You clenched your cunt and Hyunjin couldn’t even comprehend how he would last for more than a few seconds with his cock inside of you. Having his fingers inside of you was enough to make his cock throb so much that he would easily come untouched if he didn’t focus on your pleasure. 

“You won’t hurt me, Hyune.” You reassured, noticing his apprehension to quicken the pace that his fingers had on you. Truth be told, the slower pacing had been more for him than for you. He wanted to memorize how you felt on the inside and outside, as his free hand caressed your inner thighs. You moaned when he quickened the pace, urging him to add another finger. He did so. Your pussy clenched around his digits and your moans grew louder as your orgasm approached you.

Hyunjin couldn’t help but lower one hand to stroke his hardened cock through his pants. When you finally reached your climax, you spasmed around his fingers and Hyunjin had to stop stroking himself or he would’ve come on the spot. Especially once he pulled his fingers from you, coated in your slick arousal, Hyunjin wanted nothing more than to lick you clean. 

But Changbin beat him to it. His tongue replaced Hyunjin’s fingers almost instantly. It was Hyunjin’s turn to study how your boyfriend took you over the edge. The movements of his tongue were slow-paced and deep, Hyunjin could hear him slurping on your folds as they both stroked their heavy erections at the sight. You, on the other hand, were pulling on his hair as if you were holding on to dear life. You looked at Hyunjin with heavy lids and quietly asked him to kiss you. As much as he wanted to focus on what Changbin was doing, he couldn’t deny you anything. Not in this state. Hyunjin’s slipped his tongue into your mouth, you took one of his hands and lead it to your bare breast. 

Hyunjin pulled on your hardened nipple, rolling it with his thumb and index finger as his mouth worked on yours and Changbin worked on your heightening your arousing experience. To Hyunjin, this was so new… so intimate. He saw such a different version of you and his hyung. When you came down from your second orgasm, Changbin surprised him with a kiss, exchanging your sweet slick amongst the two of them. Hyunjin moaned into the kiss, having missed the feeling of Changbin’s lips on his after all that time, dwelling into the memories of them before you. And how he loved to be sharing this with you too. He felt in the clouds when you started stroking both of their cocks as they tasted you on their tongues. 

“Binnie… Hyunie… I want you two so bad.” You pleaded, still stroking their throbbing erections. “I want you inside of me… both of you… at the same time, please.” They broke their kiss, not expecting your proposition. 

“Baby… have you even taken two cocks at once?” Changbin asked, with a somewhat concerned expression. You shook your head. “I think you’re too tight for that. Right, Hyunjin-ah?”

“Honey, you could barely fit my fingers. Are you sure?” Hyunjin asked. You nodded.

“I promise I can. You already stretched me out so well. Feel it.” You said as your own fingers prodded your entrance.; a sight which made both men gawk. 

“Okay, then, baby. Tell us if it hurts too much, okay?” Changbin cleared up. You nodded and whispered a quick, flirty ‘I love you’ to him. Changbin smiled and Hyunjin did too, he found it endearing how Changbin lived to please you.

“Have you ever done this?” Hyunjin asked Changbin. He shook his head. “Me neither. Do you mind?” Changbin shook his head.

“I’ve seen enough porn to know the basics, though.” Changbin remarked with a hearty laugh.

“Don’t you trust your hyung, Hyune?” You teased. Hyunjin shrugged.

“Brat. Lay on your back.” Changbin ordered. Hyunjin’s cock throbbed at his tone, but he did as he was told, laying on the familiar bedsheets. “Baby, now you’ll get on top of Hyunjin-ah, okay?” You nodded, straddling Hyunjin’s waist. Changbin helped you lower down on his cock; your breath was warm against his and your walls even warmer around his cock. 

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin breathed when he felt you clench around him. You nodded.

“Go on, Bin.” You reassured. Hyunjin could make out that Changbin positioned himself behind you and stroked his cock a few times. He, then, felt the moistened tip of Changbin’s cock against his shaft as he attempted to prod your entrance. You groaned at the feeling and Hyunjin caressed your beautiful face as Changbin sunk his cock into you. Changbin went in agonizingly slow, making sure that you were okay before sinking in deeper. Hyunjin couldn’t help but grunt at the friction of your walls mixed with his hyung’s cock against his. 

You took some time to adjust at the feelings of both cocks inside of you. They were both thick and long so it was quite the stretch even if you had already been spread open. You clenched around them both, which made the three of you groan in pleasure.

“F-fuck, you two are huge…” You cried. “You can move, loves. Please. I won’t last long at this rate.” 

Hyunjin and Changbin made eye contact and silently agreed to start moving, feeling each other out as they pushed in and out of your sensitive cunt. Hyunjin thought that it was almost a miracle that he hadn’t cum already, considering how fixated he had been with having you like this. But he didn’t expect to be able to feel the friction of Changbin’s thick, veiny cock alongside his… deep inside of you. He wasn’t a stranger to seeing his hyung’s cock but being able to feel it was even more pleasurable than he could’ve imagined. 

It didn’t come to any of you as a shock when Hyunjin felt his heavy balls tighten, letting him know that his orgasm was near.

“Y/N… Binnie… I-I’m so so close. I can’t pull out, baby.” He cried as he kept pistoning his cock inside of you. 

“You can cum, Hyunjin-ah. Cum inside of our girl.” Changbin offered. That made Hyunjin’s thoughts spiral; he did know that you would have sex that night, but he didn’t expect to actually be cumming inside of you and around his hyung’s cock, too.

Hearing Changbin’s permission took Hyunjin over the edge, groaning while shooting ropes of warm cum inside of you. Changbin grunted as he felt Hyunjin’s cum inside of you. He quickened his pace, thrusting in and out of your overstimulated cunt and against Hyunjin’s own spent cock. Hyunjin regained energy as he heard Changbin’s desperate moans, reaching to rub circles on your sensitive clit. He couldn’t help but let out a cry when he felt Changbin’s release fill you up. Your own moans made him feel as if he were ascending. Your arm reached out to pull Hyunjin into a kiss as Changbin pulled out of you. Hyunjin hissed as he pulled out of you too, looking at your sensitive cunt.

Your pussy glistened like a sculpture, recently glazed with his and Changbin’s releases and he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on it. Changbin sat next to you and kissed your beautiful face, seeing that made Hyunjin smile before diving in. He ate you out, savoring your release mixed with his and Changbin’s as well. His tongue scooped up your cum, swallowing it with greed until you reached your third and last climax of the night. 

“Wow.” You said, sitting up to look at Hyunjin. “You’re kinda freaky, aren’t you?” He blushed at the comment. “I like that. This was great.” You sighed in relief. 

“Hyunjin-ah! You should’ve told us that you wanted this sooner…it would have been a lot easier than walking on eggshells around you!” Changbin exclaimed, pressing a kiss on your forehead and then to Hyunjin’s. 

“I really liked this too.” Hyunjin agreed. “I like you…” He looked at you and Changbin.

“I mean, it’s kind of obvious that we like you too.” You reassured, bringing them both in for a kiss.

And Hyunjin knew that the now forgotten polaroid in his phone case —the one that started it all, was his to keep. Not that he needed it anymore. 

You and Changbin in the comfort of his bed, what a lovely sight indeed.

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[saeamy]

IT'S FINE

itoshi rin x reader

summary ۫ ꣑ৎ you were always watching rin, even when he forgot you content: fluff to angst, probably ooc rin ! wc: 1274 a/n: another rin fic, i tried a bit of a different style but i m not a big fan of this! :') first time writing angst too... enjoy! also ty all sm for 100 followers <333

you were both sitting at the teahouse eating the last of the ochazuke. he had shown you a letter. 

“blue lock… is this legit?” 

“mhm. some sort of training programme.”

you read through the letter. rin was one of 300 players chosen from across japan. “rin, this is so cool! from the entirety of japan! how long will you be gone?” 

“no clue, nothing’s been mentioned in the letter.”

rin pushes his bowl away and takes his wallet out to pay. you don’t really bother arguing with bills anymore, he always insists on paying for you and if you manage to pay, he just hides the money back in your bag. 

who knows how long rin will be gone. couldn’t be that long right? after all, rin will get to chase his dreams. it will be just fine! 

-

you didn’t see for rin for almost 2 months. only after the u20 game did you finally see him for the first time. and it was hard. there was no doubt about it, he played extraordinarily, the MVP. 

but seeing him like that after the game looking dejected, crushed something inside you. he didn’t speak much after that during your 2 week break. 

he didn’t completely shut you out either. it was obvious it was something to do with sae, but you didn’t press. not unless he wanted to speak about it. 

2 weeks and he’ll be gone again, back to blue lock. he was currently number 1. his goals were getting closer, tangible. despite everything you still stayed. 

when he cried silent tears one night before leaving. none of you mentioned that he was crying. rin just layed his head against your shoulder and let them fall while you gently stroked his hair. 

rin was leaving again. possibly more months of radio silence. but it was fine!

-

240 million yen. 240 million yen. from re al.  the club sae itoshi was in. you didn’t even know how to react until you finally got up from the couch and cheered in front of your TV, as if rin could hear or see you. 

the neo egoist league had officially finished. itoshi rin had tied in first place with isagi yoichi at a bid of 240,000,000¥ and an offer from re al.

you quickly scrambled to find your phone spamming him with congratulatory texts you know he won’t see till later, but it was fine! 

-

there was a parade for the blue lock 23, to celebrate those who will move forward and represent japan in the upcoming u-20 world cup. you rushed to try and get a position up front to catch a glimpse of rin. and as faith had it, he saw you waving from the top of the bus and his eyes widened a bit. 

he wasn’t one for big gestures, so even getting a little raise of the hand was already getting a lot. but you didn’t mind it one bit. it was just how rin was. it was totally fine!

-

“i’m going away for 2 weeks.”

“again? you just got back from the NEL. does that ego guy ever give you a break?”

“it’s some sort of personal training. the world cup is in 44 days, so we can’t afford to lose any time.” 

you sigh and rest your head on his shoulder. “i understand. i guess i should consider myself lucky i’ve seen you at least a couple times these last few months huh?”

rin says nothing for a few moments, unmoving. he doesn’t want to accidentally move you. “or maybe you’re just really unlucky. you’re stuck with me.”

“i would never consider anything to do with you unlucky, rin.” 

that quiets him very quickly. you don’t get to see rin much anymore. the past months he’d been really busy with blue lock. but it’s fine! 

-

those 2 weeks pass instantly. 30 days left till the world cup. rin’s waiting by your door waiting for you to finish up. 

“rin! you’re back! how much time before you leave?” 

“like an hour.”

“then let’s go to the beach really quickly. i won’t be seeing you for a while again now…” 

rin nods and both of you start making your way to the shore. “you won’t be coming to any of the matches?” 

you’re taken a bit aback by his question. you didn’t really expect him to want you to be there. you definitely wish you could come. “i can’t really come to all your matches, rin. don’t get me wrong, i’d love to! but i’m not like you, i don’t really have a future set in stone… gotta go to school!” 

you chuckle a bit but he doesn’t laugh. “you’ll be watching though right?” 

the both of you stop walking. “i’ll always be watching you rin.” 

you weren’t on the same level as rin. you weren’t nationally known. you had to study, had other priorities as much as you disliked them. but you would always make time for rin. 

rin was going to the u20 world cup. against some of the biggest powerhouses of football in the world. and you were sure that when he gets older, he’ll be playing in the world cup. and you liked that. rin was going above and beyond for his goals. and you were happy for him. this was fine!

-

you did get to see rin at the finals. japan had actually made it to the finals. you were so confident. they had to take the cup, had to bring glory to football in japan where many others had given up. 

rin had already scored a goal. of course he had. who would have if not rin itoshi? blue lock and japan’s number 1?

the final match was between portugal, an undoubtedly good team. the game was equalised, it was anyone’s win. 5 minutes left on the clock. was it really going to come down to penalties?

you let out a breath. it’s going to be ok. it’s going to be just fine.

-

it wasn’t fine. the portugese team scored more in the penalties. you didn’t even hear the cries and cheers of the crowd. portugal had won the u20 world cup and japan despite everything, lost. 2nd place wasn’t good enough. they had to win. but they didn’t.

rin didn’t talk to you after the game. didn’t reply to any of your texts. he was disappointed they lost, he lost. he was upset and that was fine. 

-

“i’m going to spain.” “oh rin, that’s great! when are you leaving? we’ll have time to go to the beach and-“ 

“i’m leaving tomorrow.” “oh…so suddenly? guess they really want you at re al.”

“no. i’m just leaving early.” short and curt. you don’t want to admit it but his words did cut a bit deep in your heart. 

but who were you to dictate what he does? rin was ambitious, nothing was going to stop him. 

“do you want to… go to the beach?” “… i should go home and pack.” 

“want me to help?” “it’s fine. you should go.”

“ok… bye rin.” no words. just a small nod of his head. this was fine? right?

-

realistically, the only way you knew rin was alive was from the many headlines and articles about him in japan. everytime you see him on posters, ads, blogs, your heart lurches a bit in your throat. 

your texts are barely answered. short replies. until there was nothing at all. it was fine. 

-

a few months later, after radio silence, you try again. 

hey rin. hope you’re doing alright.. i’ve been watching you like always, ok? 

the message didn’t go through.

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[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Male Mage X G/N knight Reader

Okay!!!! This took me so long because I didn't like the original draft and I did it all over again. BUTTTT I HIT 300 FOLLOWERS AHHHHHHH I'm so happy, Thank you!!!! ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

Trigger Warnings: Descriptions of Violence, Death, Murder, Kidnapping. This is all fictional I don't condone toxic behaviour irl!!!

🔮Ezra was a sorcerer, a powerful one. It took him years to get there but he made it look effortless.

⚔️You were a knight of a proud kingdom. Your Queen hated magic and wanted it eradicated.

🔮Ezra was in the forest for a gathering. He sat on log watching a camp fire light up the surroundings , many of the wisest and strongest sorcerers came to this gathering every half year to help people starting out. From warnings of threats to advice on people's technique, it was truly a supportive atmosphere. That was till knights stormed the area with the intention of destruction. Obviously some fought back, others ran and simple froze. Ezra saw a young witch with her child, he sprinted over to rush them out of harms way.

⚔️You had been waiting for your Sargents order to charge. You saw all the magic users talking. Nobody seems to be a threat, they were talking about their lives. That's when you saw Ezra and remembered why you were here. Your Mentor was someone you cared for dearly, He gave support and comfort in times of need. Ezra killed him, the sly serpent had snuck into a tournament waited for him to have the glory of victory just to kill him before he even had the chance to accept the praise. Your Sargent found his body with you not far behind,he saw the raw pain in your eyes. You originally were a guard but your Sargent put you on the anti magic squad so you could seek your revenge. When the raid started you didn't intend to spill blood of the frighten. Your eyes was on one and only one person, when you saw Ezra flee the scene you chased straight after him.

🔮⚔️Ezra was leading the mother towards the boarder of the kingdom as she held her child to her chest. "Just keep running, you'll be safe." Ezra said though he saw the mother look behind her shoulder and freeze. The horror on her face as her breath hitched ,he didn't need to turn around to know a knight was there. He turns around with his hands in his air to make eye contact with you. You were staring at the child with you sword pointed forward. Your face gave away nothing but you were internally at war. You wanted to kill him, smash his head but theres a child. Was it just the women's? She looks so scared of you, the child tried to look but their mothers shaking hand keeps them from seeing you. Your grip on the sword tightens before you plow in straight into the ground. You look at the sword at the ground, if you kill Ezra the mother and child will be separated if not both imprisoned and you can't do it. "Go." You mumble, still looking at the ground. Ezra looks so confused "what?" But hearing his voice makes your blood boil. "Just go!" You roared with so much anger it almost felt like your throat was burning. Ezra steps back before leading the mother and child away. First the walker before sprinting to safety.

⚔️The burden of letting the man who killed your idol weighed heavily on you. You couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, you were so ashamed. When you got back to your team they had managed to detain three magic users. Because of your past in protection it was your job to look after the captives. You were keeping guard when what you thought to be a teammate approached. "What's your business here? Are you also keeping an eye?" You say while fixing your posture. Your teammate moved unnaturally fast striking you to the ground, the thud of your head hitting the ground made your ears ring as you groan in pain. You can feel the magic users take your keys while another kicked you in the ribs to keep you down. You cried out in pain, these were the enemy. You close your eyes and see that scared mothers face. These magic users will not have the mercy you did. You feel your throat close as you casp for air. Your hands reach your throat but there's no hands around it. You blurred visions as you start to stop struggling till you hear a loud noise.

🔮 Ezra was back in his kingdom.One that isn't scared of magic but embraces it. Some people met him at the borders to help the mother and child return home. It'd be safer to have the gatherings in this kingdom but that part of the forest hasn't got magic in its essence like the kingdom that bans magic, ironic isn't it? He was walking home till he heard someone call out from the market. The blacksmith of this kingdom was many things and a gossip was one. "I heard some stayed back y'know. Gonna bust our friends straight out of the cell!" Ezra leaned on the counter. "That's stupid. You need a plan, get them while their being transported or something." The blacksmith laughed. "You give them knights too much credit Ez. They only assigned guarding to one wee knight apparently, With a little bit of illusion magic it should be fine." Only one? Ezra's interest was peaked. "Do we know which one?" The blacksmith laughed some more. "Aye, The newbie." Ezra's eyes light up. He's had his run ins with your kingdom before and he was certain he hadn't recognised you. "I should go make sure it runs smoothly!" The Blacksmiths face hardens "Ez we both know that's a dumb idea. If you're caught there, they'll kill you for what you did." Ezra looks down at the ground. "I told you that wasn't me..." I didn't matter if it was him or not. Truth of the matter was that it was the last incident before magic was by law a punishable offence and they'd used Ezra's image to do so.

🔮⚔️Ezra got into the dungeon easily. The other sorcerers left destruction in their path. He came down stairs to hear you wheezing, a feeble attempt to breathe. He can see your life leaving you as the sorcerers rummaged through the keys to find the right one. They look up to see Ezra and smile with almost pride. Ezra pushed past them a knelt down to your level. "Enough." He says while stroking your hair. You can feel your throat because less tight as you gasp for air. The sorcerers feel betrayed, "what are doing!?" They yell out. Ezra eyes glow and the sorcerers fly back "They are the knight who let me and others go...and you do this?" Their faces morphed into one of almost fear of Ezra. Sorcerers and Knights alike all fear Ezra's wrath, he's rumoured to have taken out army's with the flick of his wrist and even cursed the gods bloodline. "They are under my protection. Understand that or perish." You groaned as you tried to move towards your sword but Ezra kicked the blade away while picking you up. Your vision was was blurry but you couldn't help but wonder why back up hadn't came yet. Almost on qué there's an arrow right through the throat of a magic user while knights took the opportunity to ambush. They had used Ezra's entry had given time to set up a attack. An arrow pierced right through Ezra's leg and like that he disappeared letting you stumble into your Sargent.

🔮 Ezra's illusion spells can only work for so long. Sneaking out of the castle when everyone thinks your miles away sounds easier than it was. Ezra needed to get to the forest were his magic can heal him. His arms miss your presence but not as much as his leg is missing blood. He managed to steal a cloak to hide under while he figured out a solution.

⚔️ You were rushed to the medical room with bruised rips and a slight concussion. You're Sargent puts his hand on your shoulder. "You know what this means right?" You look up at him. "Few days rest?" He ruffles your hair. "No my dear. He's went after your mentor now he's going after you." The Sargent watching the colour in your face drains. "We can use this. Just gotta lure him to his demise. I need you to do this. It's what your mentor would of wanted." You lay back down on the medic bed, running your hand through your hair. You're mentor wasn't a violent man, a pacific even but surly he'd want revenge on his killer. Right? You decided to walk along the market. Doctors told you, you needed more rest but you just needed to clear your head. The busssel of crowds made you feel like nobody and when you have so many responsibilities as a guard it's what you need. You feel someone grab your hand and out of instinct you go to punch them, your hand stops not by your own choice. That's when you notice who the person was, Ezra's frame was hunched over with a cloak hood covering most his face so you didn't recognise him. "Please...I need your help again."

🔮⚔️ You hesitated. You can see he's in pain, if you tried hard enough you could pull away from his magic. You let him ramble about the woods you first found him in, you didn't listen too much. You couldn't kill him here, as much as it'd be pardoned you don't want to traumatise anyone. So you agreed to take him to the forest. Ezra leaned on you and let you lead him out of all the noise and crowd. "You're very kind..." He murmured close to your ear, you nudged him away a little. "I was trained to be." You say as you hope on the back of a waggon, you grabbed Ezra and pull him up. You watch the dirt road wind around corners, "So you're strong again in the woods?" Ezra takes the cloak of to show you his wound "I can heal this and be right back to myself when I'm in the centre. The Forrest it like a crouch so to speak." He started to explain that magic is in many things but you're not a magic fan to say the least so you take a flask out your trousers pocket. You splash it on his wound, Ezra held in surprise so you cover his mouth with your hand. "Shut up." You whisper yell. "It looked dodgy." You mumble to yourself, you have more self respect then to kill the injured, you'll wait to he's distracted in the woods. Almost on cue he tried sliding of without hurting him which made him roll onto the ground, You can't help but laugh. You leave some coins on the waggon floor before jumping out. You feel your rips have a shot of pain has you land on the ground, you grit your teeth. You get the switchblade from your waistband, it's something your Mentors wife let you keep of him. Ezra didn't wait for you,he didn't like you seeing him so weak, he wants to impress you like you do him.He found a good spot to rest and focus his energy on healing himself.

⚔️ You watched him close his eyes while leaning against a tree. The roots on the ground began to glow with Ezra's palm as it he heals his leg. You wait till the gash looks manageable before swinging your blade at his neck, Ezra's eyes snap wide open as he barely dodged the attack. "Why?" He murmured, he looks like he wants to cry. "Why? Because I was nobody till somebody gave me a chane just for you to kill him!"

🔮 Ezra was breathing heavily. He didn't murder anyone he swears. He truthfully didn't care people thought he did. It kept him safe from those who wanted to harm him but now you want to harm him because of it? He can't have that. "Listen, I don't know what you were told but I would ne-" He was cut off again when you lunged forward again. "I wasn't told, I saw! I saw him on the floor! I saw his eyes, the blood, I saw it!" He could tell you weren't going of training. You were sporadic and almost scared looking, like a dog backed into a corner. "Then why didn't you kill me? When I was with that Witch? When I was injured? You had options (Reader)!" He watched grip your weapon tighter. "You were with a child, I didn't know if it was yours..." You look at the symbols on the switch blade, refusing to look him in the eyes. "I don't go in for the kill when they're injured and not a threat. It's a Knights Code." Ezra's eyes soften "Let me ask one thing before you kill me, please?" He watches the conflict in your eyes. "Fine." You grit your teeth. He knows you don't want to but you have morals you stick by. "Your Mentor used to live in my kingdom, A magical Kingdom, the winners of tournaments makes speeches. (Reader) Do you seriously believe I'm a murderer of the innocent?" He watched you respond almost instantly "Of course." That's when he used his magic to spend you flying into a tree rendering you unconscious.

Ezra return home was geared of by many, The blacksmith knocked on Ezra's door to hear of the tales he had from his time away from home. The door opened on it's own so he entered. "Ez? You here bud?!" He walked into the home to see Ezra in the living room. "Ez you left your door open mate. That's not like you.." He saw Ezra stand up from Infront of his sofa to see you unconscious on his sofa. "What on earth have you done?" The blacksmith takes a step back. "I told them they were under my protection even if it's from themselves."

[bprecioso]

Next time you come my way

I'm gonna stay with you

When the album has those themes of love and friendship and family and it hits you

Perimones design by @arteerosa (correct me if im wrong, took it from this post)

Malory and Devereaux mothers by me

And here's my thoughts on the characters, since I thought about them a lot and this album means so much to me and I found out you can say almost anything on Tumblr and it's normal to do so, all the cool kids are doing it I mean

So I believe this album is about relationships, which makes sense given the band's history, but specifically about support and acceptance of your closest people.

You can find this theme in every song, for example in Devereaux and Lady Gay Approximately, where the importance of accepting queer children is expressed almost directly, otherwise they grow up to be depressed, but also in the longer songs, where they accept the death of a close one, suffer through helping or generally try to be a better person, learn to love again.

Like, all the people in the pictures have some close relationships, and at some point they either decide to stay with a beloved or have the choice to do so. Not to blame fictional animals for making morally questionable choices, but I like to imagine different endings for the stories of songs - a fanfiction, if you will.

Imagine if Beolco had the balls to give Perimones a chance and stand by him, or if the orange cat wasn't straight-up a dick. Love him, but damn. Never fake your death if you have a band, don't you know how hard it is to find a free drummer these days? I mean no negativity, because I like Chanticleer's design, so he gets a pass.

Loved the families of the album. Devereaux had it hard with a homophobic lineage, but his mother did support him in some way; she sympathized with him deeply, and he does miss her. "The first time that I saw you take it, I cried", I mean, maybe she also struggled with her sexuality back in the day. Who's to say? I'm gonna headcanon it anyway.

Malory and Lady Gay are just wholesome. Loved the song, loved the ending, and it made me question my own gender, so I think CSH were pretty successful. Even if you don’t interpret it as a trans allegory, it’s still about parental acceptance, which is beautiful.

I also had a place for Rosa, but I haven't figured out who the important person is for her, so it looks... sad. Maybe I should’ve slapped Hyacinth there, but he's not beating the accusations of cooperating with Behemoth (i have theories okay)

That being said

Uh

Support trans kids, cancel the cancel culture, be gay and don't fake your death

[elvyv]

MHA boys reacting to you dying in their arms during the war ???

Izuku Midoriya

He blames himself before your heartbeat even fades.

“I should’ve been faster—I should’ve been stronger—I could’ve—”

You try to say something—try to smile through the blood—and it guts him. He sees the light leave your eyes and he shatters.

His sobs are raw. Ugly. Guttural.

Because he loved you. Because you never knew.

He’ll carry it for the rest of his life—the weight of your unspoken name written in every scar he earns after.

Katsuki Bakugou

He’s covered in blood—yours and his—and he’s screaming at you to hold on. His hands are shaking, pressing against your wounds like he can physically force you to stay. “Don’t you f*cking dare—”

But your eyes are slipping shut. And when you stop breathing, something in him just breaks.

He doesn’t cry. Not right away. He just sits there, hands red and shaking, forehead pressed to yours.

And then, barely above a whisper:

“…I was gonna tell you. You dumbass. I was gonna tell you

Shoto Todoroki

He’s eerily calm as it happens. Numb. Like his brain hasn’t caught up yet.

Your blood is on his gloves. Your head rests in his lap. He tells you it’s going to be okay, even though he knows it isn’t.

And when you die, he doesn’t scream. Doesn’t cry.

He just… stops.

Later, he won’t remember what happened next—only that he burned through half the battlefield and didn’t stop until someone dragged him back.

The first time he cries is alone, weeks later, whispering:

“I didn’t get to tell you… how much you meant to me."

Eijirou Kirishima

“No, no, no—stay with me, c’mon, please—”

His voice cracks, and his hands tremble like he doesn’t know how to not protect you.

He’s always been the guy who smiled through everything, but now? He’s falling apart.

“I was gonna ask you out after this,” he chokes. “I was gonna—we had plans, didn’t we?”

But you’re gone. And suddenly nothing feels “manly” enough to fix the hollow ache in his chest.

Denki Kaminari

He laughs at first. A broken, panicked laugh. Like this has to be some kind of cruel mistake.

“Okay, joke’s over—you can’t… you can’t really be—”

But your body’s still. Your blood is on his uniform.

And then he’s sobbing, forehead against yours, muttering things he never got the guts to say when you were alive.

“I thought we had time… I thought I’d tell you after the war…”

He doesn’t smile again for a long, long time.

Hanta Sero

He holds you like you’re made of glass, rocking back and forth, trying to keep you warm even though he knows it’s useless.

“Just a little longer, okay? Help’s on the way. Just—just look at me.”

He talks too much. It’s all nerves. He’s terrified.

“I had a whole speech planned, y’know? Something stupid and sweet…”

When you don’t answer, he falls silent.

And then he pulls you closer and whispers:

“…Guess I’ll just say it now.”

Hitoshi Shinso

He doesn’t say much. Just stares down at you with wide, blank eyes as the world drowns out around him.

His quirk can’t save you. His training can’t save you. He couldn’t even tell you how he felt.

“I didn’t think it’d end like this,” he murmurs.

He’s always been good at hiding how he feels, but right now? He’s a mess of grief and silence.

You were the one person who saw past his walls. And now you’re gone.

And he never got to tell you thank you… or that he loved you.

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

He’s holding you tight, wings wrapped around you like a shield that came too late.

He keeps cracking jokes. Bad ones.

“Hey—don’t close your eyes. I still owe you that coffee, remember?”

But you’re slipping away, and he knows it.

His voice drops, tone finally honest and aching:

“I thought I’d have time. I always thought I had time.”

For the first time in years, the sky doesn’t feel free. It feels like a grave.

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

He’s not supposed to care. That’s the whole point of how he lives—detached, reckless.

But your blood is warm on his hands, and his voice is raw when he says your name.

“…I was gonna tell you. After all this mess. I was gonna f*ckin’ try.”

He doesn’t cry. But his flames crackle around him like mourning.

You were the only good thing he ever let near the wreckage of who he became.

And now?

He walks away from your body without a word—but he never walks the same again

[milkteacrumblecake]

I had to re-upload my story, dang Tumblr mix up the paragraphs and somehow move them around. I didn’t notice until an hour after, I was so tired. So here is my story again re-edited. Crossing my fingers Tumblr won’t do that again. I hope y’all enjoy my story!💕 v(^∀^*)

💔Mend my broken heart💔

Adam running through the forest of Eden, Adam lung burn. He can’t breathe but he needs to get away from Eden as far as he can. Adam discovered Samuel, Lilith, and Eve talking about leaving Eden after the three of them slept together. They were also talking about how pathetic, and dumb Adam was. Adam felt his heart shattered into a million pieces. He knew Samuel disliked him when he found out he was

supposed to be Adam's guardian. Samuel only saw Adam as a pet and something to be entertained by. But Adam still loves Samuel even though Samuel hates him. But once Lilith was created everything changed. Samuel no longer spends time with Adam; he entirely abandoned Adam once Lilith was created. Samuel spent all his time with Lilith, Adam could tell Samuel fell in love with Lilith at first sight. Adam wants Samuel to look at him like he looks at Lilith. Lilith also dislikes Adam; she even told Adam that she will never love him nor sleep with him. Lilith also told Adam he is the most annoying and unlovable person to be with in existence. That hurt Adam's heart but instead of confronting her, he just ran away. At first Samuel looked at Adam as nothing more than contempt. But once Lilith told Samuel a lie about Adam hurting her. Samuel looks at Adam with rage and anger filled eyes. Samuel even threatened Adam if he came near him and Lilith, Samuel would hurt Adam and make him regret it. Adam was hurt that Lilith would tell such an awful lie, but he wasn’t surprised. What hurt him the most is Samuel believed her. Days turn into weeks turn into months until one day Samuel and Lilith disappear. Adam was so very lonely he hoped Samuel would return and hope he will see through Lilith lies.

The angels were angry that Samuel and Lilith left the garden. So they took a rib from Adam and created another wife named Eve for Adam. At first Adam was hesitant and wary about his new wife. But he slowly started to fall in love with Eve. She was adventurous, curious, and strong. Adam thought things were finally looking up for him. Even though he has been through heartache and betrayal. Adam was happy and satisfied with his life. Until Eve started to disappear for long hours at a time. At first Adam thought he was exploring or playing with the animals. But then Adam started to become worried about Eve. Adam knew there wasn't anything in the garden to hurt them. When Adam was walking through the forest, he heard noise through the trees. That was where he discovered Samuel, Lilith, and Eve under the tree of knowledge. Samuel, and Lilith offered Eve the apple which she gladly accepted and took a bite out of it. Adam felt the same feeling he felt when he discovered Samuel and Lilith together. Adam couldn’t take another heartbreak or have the angels make him another wife. So Adam decided he was going to leave the Garden of Eden, and not give the satisfaction of those three traitors. Adam knew the exit out of Eden, he found it two weeks after he was created. Samuel found Adam near the exit and told him it was dangerous and not to go near it. Adam gathered some supplies, and made his way out of Eden.

The outside world out of Eden was barren, and unbearably hot. As Adam walked his feet developed blisters, and his skin became sunburn. Adam needed to find shelter as the sun was setting, and he had a feeling that someone or something was watching him. Adam eventually stumbled upon a forest that gave him a very bad feeling. But he had no choice but to find shelter for tonight. Adam managed to find a cave that looked desolate and unoccupied, but when he made his way into the cave. Adam tripped and cut open his leg badly and started to bleed badly, Adam cried out in pain. There were no Angels to heal him nor anyone who could hear his cries. Adam thought he would be better off not returning to the garden of Eden. Adam starts to regret leaving, he misses his home, and his animal friends. He missed the safety that Eden gave him, Adam cried for hours until he passed out. But before he passed he saw a tall figure that looked like Samuel but more wrong. The tall figure looked like he was wearing a white suit with a pink and red pinstripe vest, with a black bow tie , and with a pair of black knee high boots. He looks almost like a circus ringmaster. With a wide brimmed white top hat with a golden snake and a red apple over a golden crown. The man has white skin with rosy red cheeks, short blonde hair, sharp teeth and eyes with light yellow sclera, though with red irises and blackened hands that look like claws. What stood out to Adam was those piercing red eyes. That look at him like he was the most precious thing that ever existed.

The tall figure leans down, and brushes Adam's hair away from his face lovingly: It’s okay my dear Addie, I’m here now no one will hurt you ever again. I will destroy anyone who dares lay a hand on you.

When the morning rays shine through the cave entrance and hit Adams' eyes. Adam slowly opened his eyes, and noticed that he was covered with a blanket. Adam didn’t feel any pain in his leg, or feet so he removed the blanket off his legs. To his shocked Adam, the leg that was cut open was all healed up and only left a big jagged scar and so was his feet. Adam knows it wasn’t the angels they would have brought him back to Eden. Nor was it Samuel since he hates Adam guts. Adam also noticed the once dark cold cave looked different from last night. It felt warm and cozy, there was a camp fire, and something that looked like food in a pot that was cooking. Adam's mouth watered; he hadn't eaten in days. Adam didn’t notice the tall figure standing in the entrance of the cave looking at him.

???: Oh Addie you’re finally awake, I was getting worried about you!

Adam pulled the covers of the blanket up to his nose: W-Who are you?

??? The tall figure walks towards Adam and kisses his hand lovingly: Oh where are my manners, my name is Lucifer Morningstar.

Adam's face felt hot, blush dusted his cheeks: I-it’s nice to meet you too. But how did you know my name?

Lucifer smiles and sits by the fire and stir the soup over the fire. Lucifer snapped his fingers and made a bowl and spoon appear out of nowhere: Well my dear I have been watching you for quite some time. So I know quite a lot about you. But first you should eat while we talk.

Adam nods and take the bowl of soup out of Lucifer blackens claws gently: O-okay

As Adam tasted the soup for the first time, he moaned on how delicious it was. Adam never had anything like that before, he was going to savor every bite. It’s been so long since anyone took care of Adam. He wanted to cry, Adam wondered if this was a dream or he was still passed out in the cave from blood loss. Adam turns to Lucifer who is ready to give Adam another serving of soup.

Adam asks hesitantly as he finishes his soup: I know you said you've been watching me for a while. But why did you help me?

Lucifer hummed, and grabbed Adam an empty bowl of soup and gave him another portion of soup: Well my dear Addie that’s because I love you.

Adam takes the now full bowl of soup back and looks at Lucifer in shock: You love me? but we never met before.

Lucifer laughs: Well let’s just say we are soulmates and I have been looking for you for a very long time.

Adam: Soulmates, what’s that?

Lucifer: Someone you feel a deep connection to, understanding, and deep unconditional love for. Like you can’t live without them, and they’re your other half.

Adam looks down at his soup with sadness, and with tears in his eyes: But I don’t deserve to be loved.

Lucifer grabs Adam’s hands, and kisses his knuckles: Oh Addie you do deserve to be loved, don’t let those fools tell you. Addie you’re beautiful, sweet, and strong.

Adam's face turns a bright crimson red: R-really, you think I’m all those things.

Lucifer smiles: Yes and more.

Adam covers his face with his hands: O-oh, thank you.

Lucifer takes Adam's hands and moves it away from his face: Adam may I kiss you?

Adam: Yes

Lucifer leans in and kisses Adam on the lips. They both felt sparks fly, and they felt their bodies tingle. The kiss felt so right, like they belong with each other. They both made out for a while before pulling away, looking at each other with love. Adam leans into Lucifer's hand and signs contently.

Adam thought he would never get a third chance at love again. Not like the angels who made Eve and Lilith. Nor Samuel who never returned his feelings no matter what he did. But with Lucifer it felt so right and so good. Even though he only knew Lucifer for a little while, it felt like he knew him for years.

Lucifer: I love you, Addie.

Adam: I love you too, Luci.

Lucifer looks at Adam with wide eyes, and smiles: I love the nickname you gave me love.

Adam smiles while blushing: Really?

Lucifer gave Adam another kiss on the lips: More than anything, love.

Lucifer then holds Adam's hands nervously, and asks Adam a question: Adam, this is your choice and it’s up to you. But would you like to come with me to Hell and become my queen.

Adam didn’t know what Hell was but it was better than being alone. Then being stuck here with the people he hated the most. Adam smiled and shook his head yes: Yes, I would love to come with you Luci.

Lucifer smiles and kisses Adam on the lips again: Wonderful my dear! But before we go let me send a letter to my dear old friend.

Adam: Okay!

Lucifer snaps his fingers, a piece of paper and pen appears. Lucifer wrote to his dear old father letting him know that Samuel, Lilith, and Eve betrayed Adam and ate the apple from the tree of knowledge. Oh course Lucifer didn’t reveal who he was. After all he doesn’t belong to this dimension and no matter how hard the angels look they will never find him nor Adam. The angels will think that Samuel, Lilith, and Eve did something really bad to Adam. Lucifer even set up Adam fake death, Lucifer made a fake body and burned it to be unrecognizable. So the Angels and his father can’t identify Adam. With the final touches of the anonymous letter Lucifer sent it. It took Lucifer thousands of years and different dimensions to find his Adam. Lucifer lost his Adam to Lilith and Eve after they got jealous and stabbed Adam to death. Lucifer was so angry at them he immediately killed them on the very spot they stood. But then his brother Michael and other angels appeared and they were horrified. Lucifer tried to explain what happened but they didn’t listen and only saw him as a monster. Michael looked at his brother with disgust, he cut Lucifer wings and took his halo. Then Michael dragged Lucifer's bloody body and threw him into the pit of Hell.

Adam looks at Lucifer with worry: Luci are you okay?

That snaps Lucifer back to the present, and oh how he loved it when Adam his nickname: I’m fine, love. Just thinking about the past, nothing too important.

Lucifer then turned to Adam with his hand held out and smiled: Are you ready to go, Addie?

Adam smiles and takes Lucifer's hand: Yes Luci, I’m ready to go.

Lucifer summons a portal to his own dimension and leads Adam to his home in Hell. After Lucifer and Adam left to never return. The sky booms with God fury, and angels descend the sky. They discovered Adam's burnt body and were horrified. God the almighty sent the angels to look for Samuel, Lilith, and Eve. Who at that point already left Eden and was not far from the garden since they just left not knowing about Adam's burnt corpse. The angels found the three traitors and showed them Adam's burnt corpse. The three of them denied it, and tried to tell the angels and god they had nothing to do with it. But God and the angels didn’t believe them. God got an anonymous letter telling him the horrific things the three traitors did to Adam. As for Lilith and Eve's punishment, they were permanently erased. Lilith and Eve tried to run away from angels but they were soon caught and erased. Samuel cried in anguish, he lost the very people he cared for. God then stripped all of Samuel angelic powers and threw him into the fiery pit of hell forever to suffer alone.

Adam adjusted to Hell, at first it was hard on Adam at first but he soon got used to it. After some time Adam grew black horns with gold tips at the end, with black shimmery wings with gold at the end of it, the white of his eyes turn black, the iris of his eyes turn into molten gold, blacken arms that goes all the way down his hands that got turned into claws, and his legs were blackened that goes all the way down to his feet that got turned into hooves. Lucifer thought Adam was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. Eventually, they got married and Adam was crowned Queen of Hell. Over the years they had four children Cain, Abel, Seth, and their youngest Charlie. Adam was happy how his life turned out, he has a loving husband Lucifer and four beautiful children he loves with all his heart and soul. He was so thankful that Lucifer came to him that day in the cave.

Adam standing on the balcony looking over Hell while rubbing his very round pregnant belly. He wasn’t suspected of being pregnant again. But Adam and Lucifer were happy to have more little ones to run around the manor again. But they were surprised to find out Adam having triplets. Adam and Lucifer other four kids moved out and occasionally visit their parents. Cain, Abel, Seth, and Charlie were thrilled to have more baby siblings on the way.

Lucifer walks out to the balcony rubbing his sleeping eyes. Lucifer kisses Adam on the lips and Adam's pregnant belly: Dove, can’t sleep again?

Adam smiles and pulls Lucifer into a hug: Yeah, the triplets woke me up again. They are very active during the night.

Lucifer laughs and wiggles his eyebrows as he starts to butterfly kiss all over Adam's face: Well my queen, since it’s a beautiful full moon night. Would you care for a dance?

Adam giggles and takes Lucifer's hand: I would love nothing my king.

As Adam and Lucifer slow dance throughout the beautiful moonlight night. 3 months later Adam eventually had the triplets; they were three girls. Their names were Avery, Dahlia, and Primrose. Cain, Abel, Seth, and Charlie coo at their new baby siblings.The Sins came and visited with plenty of gifts. All of Hell was overjoyed for the new princesses, and celebrated their birth.

Adam looks over to his husband Lucifer: I love you, Luci.

Lucifer kisses Adam and the triplets: I love you too, Addie.

💛🌻~THE END~🌻💛

[moonf1]

you broke me first - op81

pairing best friend!oscar piastri x oc (female reader) x ex charles leclerc

summary the perfect couple seems to not be so...perfect.

warnings a lot of angst..then perhaps a bit of fluff? and cheating

this is the first time i ever post something ;-;

word count : 580

charles and victoria were the perfect couple. the kind people called “couple goals” on formula one Instagram pages. everything seemed flawless — until the day she got a DM with a photo that shattered her world. it was charles, kissing a brunette on a balcony at a private party she hadn’t been able to attend.

'maybe you don't like talking too much about yourself..but you should've told me that you were thinkin' about someone else.. you're drunk at a party, or maybe it's just that your car broke down.'

seconds felt like hours as everything she believed in crumbled. when charles came home that night, not sober enough for a serious conversation, victoria stayed silent. she waited until morning, even though she couldn't sleep, trying to keep her voice steady.

“how was the party? did anything important happen?” she asked quietly.

“no,” Charles said flatly, refusing to say more.after the small talk, he left for practice, and victoria saw her chance. she printed the photos, leaving them on the kitchen counter where she knew he’d see them. then, without looking back, she left.

crying in a quiet side street wasn’t on her to-do list, but there she was. she dialed the one person she trusted most: her childhood friend, oscar piastri.

“hey... are you home?” her voice was trembling.

“yeah, why? is everything o-?” oscar’s concern came through the phone.

“don’t ask. can I come over for a bit?”

“of course.” his sweet but monotone voice was laced with worry.

oscar was the kindest person she knew — always there when she needed someone to lean on. she cried on his shoulder that night; he let her stay over, taking care of her like she was fragile glass.

the moment leclerc entered the apartment, he could sense that something was wrong. he wasn’t met with his girlfriend, happy to see him. the hallway light wasn’t on, like the usual. then he noticed..the photos on the counter. he only muttered a small “fuck..” and tried calling victoria. her phone was off..the call was not going through.

months passed, and slowly, she started feeling whole again. one afternoon, she was hanging out at Oscar’s apartment, curled up with a book, the kind of peaceful silence that felt like healing. her headphones rested around her neck, the music floating gently in the background. then her phone lit up with a name she hadn’t seen in a while. ”leclerc.” she excused herself and slipped into the guest room, heart pounding.

"your phone's been off for a couple of months, so you're calling me now.. i know you're like this, when shit don't go your way, you needed me to fix it."

“hello?” charles’s voice bloomed through the speakers. he was silent for a moment before finally speaking, “i know i messed up. but i miss you. i miss us. that girl... she was a mistake. my heart still belongs to you. just give me a-” her chest tightened. she didn’t say a word and hung up, tears threatening to spill over. fighting the flood of emotions, she slipped her headphones back on and let the words of tate mcrae’s ‘you broke me first' wash over her.

"and like me, i did, but i ran out of every reason.. now suddenly you're asking for it back..could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve?"

oscar, sensing something was wrong because she was gone for a while and it was..a tiny bit too quiet, knocked softly on the door.

"yeah you could say you miss all that we had, but i don't really care how bad it hurts."

when there was no answer, he gently opened it and found her there — crying quietly to herself, lost in the music. he sighed quietly, the weight of her pain settling on his shoulders. without a word, he placed a hand over hers, careful not to startle her. she looked up, eyes glistening with tears, one slipping down her cheek. oscar lifted her gently and carried her back to the living room, settling her on the couch. he wrapped a blanket around her and handed her s1ome tissues.

"when you broke me first."

sometimes, words weren’t needed — just knowing someone was there was enough.

[kiragrys]

I hate how this fandom treads Josh. This is something I've been actively thinking about since I joined this fandom in late 2024. I know this rant isn't anything new or never said as I saw few people talking about it every couple of months but I genuinely need to share my opinion or I'll go crazy.

Sorry for bad spelling in advance I'm dyslexic and English isn't my first language.

What I mean by that is how 90% of the time he's either ignored or made fun of for his weight.

This treatment of him is inarguably cosed by him being fat. Which is quite sad as he's the second most fleshed ot character arguably even at the level of bill. With him and bill being the focus of the first two comics and the pilot, Josh having multiple comics that put more focus on him than other boys and he has an entire comics focusing solly on how he spends his day.

This treatment of him also can't be caused by him being a bad person as he's the second least awful of them 4. Bought in the comics and in the epilogue. In the comics happening when they are tents he's an ashole, a brat and has significant anger issues but bill is a menace in them and peat isn't better than him and also cmits arson in a toystore. This is even more visible in the epilogue with bill stealing, not having a job and casing a riot at the convention and peat being a porn producer and a registered sex offender.

Now moving on a more independent talk about the treatment of his character.

Him being flanderaized by the fandom to a dum fatty being only focused on food is very easy to spot. Most of the content focused on him are just fat memes or jokes, he's also often viewed as dumb even though he's the only one from all of them to finish college which isn't only indicative of his intelligence but also willpower as we can see that he really does care about it at all. I feel like the easiest plays to see it is in content of the gen z au with him being potreid just as a caricature of cris chan. Overall his character in that au is kinda weird to me as a big part of the joke is him being a non passing autistic trans woman using her autism as an excuse to do bad things.

The second thing is him being overall ignored in the fandom there really isn't that much fanart/fanfictions or hedcanons of him. Most of the time he's only portrayed in art dumps and fanarts portraying all 4 of them but still there's way less serious art of him, and often people just say that they didn't have an idea about him and included only 3 other guys. He also has way less people self shipping with him( just a neutral obsession I'm not saying it's a bad or good thing).

This is just an anegnote but I remember somebody on hir posting about how people only like him and his character because they have a fat fetish... I sadly don't have a screenshot as the person got almost no likes a few comments criticizing her and deleted the post.

At last I'm not saying that you need to make content related to him, that him being fat is the only reason why someone will not like him or anything like that it's just something that has been bothering me for a while. To anyone who made it heir thanks for reading and I'm really sorry for my gramer once again.

[virgil-upinthestars]

so, my dad went to notre dame, the college in indiana (*cue fight song*). but we're also québécois, so in my family, we pronounce la notre-dame de paris the french way, and notre dame (the college) with the most brutal east coast american accent you can think of. it was how we differentiated between the two. now, i might be québécois by heritage, but i speak french like a kid from butt-fuck cow country france (périgord vert my beloved), so my pronunciation is downright beautiful. french as fuck. québécois people think i was born in france. accent so strong i sometimes get a throat infection if i haven't spoken the language in a while.

well, i think i almost killed my french professor today when i was yapping about the notre dame football game (rip). i was in full bilingual mode, so my sentence was "perfect french perfect french perfect french NODER DAYME" and let me tell you that 40 y/o parisian almost had a stroke

[friendlynaborhooddisapointment]

ik this isnt my usual type of post, but i wanted to share this. i feel asleep in the middle of the day today (Easter sunday) and had this dream.

i was in the metro with my mom to get some food, because i had just dropped out of a prestigious college (in the dream) and was very upset (the collage was difficult and stressful and i hated almost everyone there, just not a fun time, also i got mold on my feet there?). we were going to talk about it over food.

at one of the stops, someone pushes a piano into the metro and they start playing. it was verying impressive and beautiful. when they stop, someone else plays it, it was also very good. this continues, different people i wouldn't have looked twice at in public come to the piano and play beautiful music. it was all different types of music, but it was all good.

stilling right next to us was my great grandfather, he died 5 years ago (2020). me and my mom are talking to him like we all walked into the metro together (we did not) and was not a strange thing to happen. he starts falling asleep, we try to keep him awake and one of the things my mom does is read the newspaper to him. when he hears that someone is reading to him, he wakes up and takes the paper. he tells her "don't read to me! i can read well enough on my own".

he continues reading the paper out loud. while reading, my great grandfather skips a word, and my mom points it out. he says that the words all move around when he reads, but reading in french (the language the newspaper was in) is better then reading in armenian (our mother-tongue) since armenian letters all look the same and the words are easier to mix up if you are not paying attention. he says thats why french is his favorite language. i tell him i have a simular issue, and he smiles.

the newspaper disappears and my mom tells me to massage his hands since his arthritis is acting up, so i massage his hands. hes listening to the music now and tells me he used to play the guitar. he also shows me a picture he drew of the back of an electric guitar with the serial number and screws and everything. and also shows me the tattoo he has of the serial number of the guitar on his upper arm right next to a tattoo of the back panel scews of a guitar. i get the distinct feeling that he learned it in heaven, and also got the tattoo there. im not a very religious person so im suprised that i was thinking that. i guess i assumed when he came down to visit me in the metro he was an old man again? idk

anyway he tells me that he cant play the guitar anymore because his hands don't work like they used to. i tell him i i've been wanting to learn the guitar, but i hadn't gotten around to it.

he tells me that i can't give up when something is hard, and that if i do, i wont ever do anything. and that will make me a very sad person.

he doesn't say this, but i know hes not talking about becoming a pittiful person, hes talking about becoming a person who is very unsatisfied with their life and incredibly sad. who has gotten to the point where looking for their happiness doesn't even register as a solution to become happier.

after he tells me this, he becomes very tired. My mom tells me to let him sleep since he is tired and should rest. he falls asleep very quickly and i wake up.

[valoale]

This is undoubtedly the best thing that has ever happened to me and I refuse to be normal about this

[hislittlesparklejumpropequeen]

Watching you

Hwang In-ho x female!reader.

Part 2

Summary: In-ho sees you and his brain chemistry changes. A/N: in reader’s pov he’s referred as Young il. Sorry if it’s confusing. Warnings: Obsessive and possessive behaviour, masturbation, stalking, perverted opinions, murder, blood, kissing, mentions of arousal, mentally and physically vulnerable characters, dubious consent, non-con touching, manipulation, sadism, dacryphilia

W/c: 3,5k

It was strange that he kept his eyes on you more than anyone in the games. The moment he saw your shaking figure among the crowd of people in the green suits, he felt his breath get stuck in his throat. You were looking around with eyes that were full of fear, hands wrapped around yourself and holding back tears as others started an argument in the middle. You listened as someone complained about his shoes being so expensive, and someone asking for his phone, an old lady argue with her son and guards answering the players’s questions with patience.

He kept his eyes on you as the first game started. He saw your eyes widen when someone was shot right in front of you, and he watched you as you realise the seriousness of the game you accepted to take part in. Gi-hun was interesting to him, yes. He was searching for them, for him have been for years now. And he was brave enough to come back to the games just to find who was behind them. He respected his determination. Yet there was something about you that he could not name. Something captivating. Something that shifted things in him, made his skin sting in ecstasy as you nearly moved when the doll turned around. You looked around with those innocent eyes and blood of someone flowing down your cheek, he felt his trouser tighten. A small, tingly sensation took over his loins and made him frown in confusion. He had never taken a liking to a someone, let alone a little, fragile thing like you.

When he found the video of you playing ddajki with the recruiter, he felt himself get harder and harder as he watched you spill tears in pain every single time you received a hard slap on your cheek. The camera captured the noises you made as your body was falling backwards with every single slap. The recruiter hit you hard and In-ho wandered if you would sound the same when he pounded you hard on his bed. He took his mask off and palmed himself trough his trouser as he kept replaying the video over and over again. When he was finished spilling his seed into his palm, he wished that was your mouth wrapped around his tip instead.

When the first game finished and your number and picture still shone bright on the floor, you voted for ‘X’ and expected everyone to vote same as you. Yet you were so wrong when the last player 001 and all others voted ‘O’, causing all of you to stay in this hellhole. You felt tears fill your eyes as some people were cheering with victory in front of you. You sat down on one of the beds at the front and hugged your legs with disappointment. As you were thinking what was going to happen next, you felt someone sit next to you.

“I’m sorry, I thought staying was the best option.” Said the man who was looking at you, watching your tears flow down your flushed cheeks. You looked at his number and saw 001 in bright white font. He was the person who voted last and made the decision. You sighed and shook your head.

“It is not only you, sir. Half of us wanted to stay.” You said as you pointed at the people who had the ‘O’ banners on their right side. He did not look at the direction you were pointing at, he kept his eyes on. You were so pretty when you cried. He wandered how beautiful you would look when you were overstimulated with his fingers in you. He felt his cock twicth when you looked at him again. Your lips were plump, and the tip of your nose was red. He wandered how your tears would taste like.

“We have a winner here. I thought we could use this for our advantage.” He explained as he pointed at Gi-hun who looked very troubled not so far away from you. Your eyes were on the last winner when you felt the man beside you stand up and take few steps towards the player 456. Yet he stopped mid way and looked back at you, as if he was waiting for you to follow him. And for some reason you wiped your tears away and followed him like a lost puppy as he walked towards the previous winner of the games who was already accompanied by few guys who kept asking him questions.

And the small group was formed with two of you joining them. You did not know much about others, did not trust them meanwhile player 001 was confident and comfortable talking to them. When he sat down next to Gi-hun, his eyes pointed at the small space next to his feet, so you sat down there. Being close to him brought you a sense of safety. He was the first person who approached you in this mess of a place with kindness. You did not know him, didn’t know his name or why he was here. Yet there was a look in his eyes that made you want to stick beside him.

When everyone went to sleep, In-ho looked at your resting form. You were wrapped in the thin blanket and was curled up into a ball. He looked at your curves that were visible from the tracksuit, his mouth watered. You were so frightened and powerless. You needed someone to protect you in the games. Someone who would look after you, make sure you make it alive. He knew what humans were capable of doing in a place like this. People were going to go mad and hurt one another viciously. Would he be able to just stand and watch if you got hurt?

Your soft whimpers and cries brought him back to reality. When you woke up from your few hours of sleep drenched in sweat and tears flowing down your cheeks, he crawled to you, in the darkness of the hall. He reached out to you, from the metal bars of the beds, and held your shoulder. You squirmed in fear and was about to scream until a large hand covered your mouth.

“It’s me.” He whispered to your ear as his whole body was pressed against your back, other arm wrapped around your shoulders. He was towering over you, as you felt sweat drops make their way to your neck from your temple.

He let go of your mouth, but his touch did not leave your body when he moved to sit next to you. He was close, his breath hitting your face and neck when he looked at you with observing eyes that did not give any feelings away. His touch made your heart beat fast and quicken your breaths, yet you did not want him to stop holding you.

“Bad dream?” He whispered, his voice is low yet deep enough to make your insides shake. You nodded when tears filled your eyes again. The images of dead bodies all over the playground haunted you since the moment you came back from the game as winners. You didn’t want to cry in front of anyone, but you felt like he would not mind seeing you cry.

He nodded along with you, almost like a grown up talking to a little kid and mirror her moves to befriend her. When he saw your bottom lip tremble and eyes full of fear scan the hall of people sleeping, he felt his loins burn in need. The face you made when you were scared and felt alone was enough to make him cum in his underwear without any touch.

Without hesitation he brought your body closer to his own and his arms embraced your shaking form with mercy. You buried your face into the crook of his neck and wrapped your smaller arms around his waist. He was warm. Very warm that you felt your fingertips burn over his body. When you breathed in and out in the crook of his neck, all In-ho wanted to do was throw your body back into the bed, rip those clothes off of you and ravage you in front of dozens of people without any care. The though of fucking you, turning you into mass in front of them, giving them a show as he claimed you, sent shivers down his spine.

“I’m so scared,” you whispered, your crying voice reaching his ear as he tried to hold back a smile at your situation. You were so helpless that you were crying in the arms of the man who was the reason why you were still here. He was a stranger, who had the potential to do anything. Yet here you were, quivering against his chest and making his member throb in need.

“I’m here.” He said. And you had no chance but trusting him.

———————

The next game you were automatically given the Gong-gi game as the only female in the group. Yet your hands were shaking when it was your turns to play after player 390 completed his part successfully. When you missed two times, you were so sure you were going to die and worse, be the reason for everyone’s death in your group.

He watched you panick, drop the pebbles and fail to catch them midair. Everyone around you was getting inpatient and scared naturally. Even tho he loved the way you were struggling and feeding into his twisted desire, he could not let you die. He held your waist and stopped the trembling of your body. You looked at him under your lashes that were wet with your tears and went back to work once he gave you a reassuring smile. With that you managed to catch all the pebbles in your palm and passed the round.

It was then, you felt something was off, when it was his turn to play his own game. The top kept slipping from his hands or landed wrong on the floor that was covered in the blood of eliminated players. You wanted to step back yet could not because of the ties when he started to scream in anger and slap himself. There was a crazy, off-putting look in his eyes. It was less uncomfortable when he was looking at you, yet it was still there. His eyes made your skin crawl and stomach twist in sickness. You did feel safe around him. But not like you would feel safe with a family member, a friend, or a lover. It felt like he was a wolf who claimed a lamb, kept her on his chest and waited for right moment to eat her.

When your group managed to survive and go back to the hall, he kept to you close. His hand was on your back, leading you to your bed. When it was mealtime, he gave half of his food to you, telling you to not to worry about him when you tried to reject him. He watched you until you finished all your food. After all of you exchanged names, he watched you talk to player 388 about his time in marine and watch you laugh when he was talking excitedly, telling everyone how prideful he was about his military service. He watched your tears dry up as you listened to the conversation that was flowing in the group. Your smile made his stomach twist and his jaw clench.

Your hopes once again were shattered when people voted for “O” more than “X” and decided to continue playing the games. Young-il wiped your tears away and convinced you to get some sleep for the night. You could only relax and fall asleep when he sat next to you on your bed and caressed your head as he decided to stay awake. He looked extraordinarily strong to you. He did not need to sleep, gave his food to others, calm people down when everyone was scared, raged and pass the games like it was nothing. Most importantly, he held you close no matter what. Did not mind you cry and fail and fall. Maybe it was a sense of guilt he felt, for making you stay in the first round of voting, you thought.

——————

Next morning he held your hand when everyone was taken to the new game. It was mingle. Your group had decided to stay together. You were grateful that they had take you in and did not leave you alone. You all took your place on the platform and started to spin as the song was playing. You felt his hand get tighter around yours, reminding you that he was here with you.

10

You ran as fast as you can and took deep breaths when all 10 of you finally managed to get into a room. The sound of lock made you jump slightly. You saw Young il’s eyes on Gi-hun as he pulled you under his arm. The images of him looking at Gi-hun since the moment you met him lingered on your mind until the woman who claimed to be a shaman started to speak loudly in the middle of the room. As you waited for gunshots to stop and doors to open, you could not help but wonder the reason behind Young il’s weird behaviour about Gi-hun. He seemed to get along with him. Seemed to respect his ideas and experiences about this place. They seemed to understand one another, somehow. Yet that unexplainable look in 001 eyes was making you shift uncomfortably in your place.

Until last round, you had no chance but sticking beside Young il. As you entered rooms and people kept dying outside, you became more paranoid. And when it came to the last round, Jeong-bae asked how many people it was going to be this time. Without hesitation Young-il answered.

“2.” And it was it. When the song stopped and the platform stopped spinning, Young il held your hand tighter than before, and started to run to closest room. As you were trying to catch up with his pace, someone bumped into you, causing you to lose your balance and stumble midway. Young il turned around immediately and wrapped his arms around your waist. He lifted you like a piece of feather and made his way to the yellow door that was already opened by a guy. Young il pushed you into the room and threw the other guy away from the door. When you scanned the room, your eyes were met with pair of foreign eyes.

“Out.” Young il said sharply to the other man in the room.

“We were here first.” The man said, his voice cracking as he was shaking in fear. Person behind the door tried to open it. You pushed your back against the door and held it with all of your strength. There was not much time left, and you were afraid that all of you were going die in this room.

Young il grabbed the man and locked his arms around his head. As they scooped to the floor, his arms got tighter around the player 343’s neck. You were still holding the door and preventing the other player to get in. For a second Young il’s intense gaze met with yours and you couldn’t look away.

He looked into your eyes, showing no emotion or weakness as the man he was choking started to turn purple. Your breath got stuck in your throat, your knees were shaking, and your palms were getting sweaty with the scene taking place in front of you. As there were few seconds left for the countdown, Young il twisted the man’s neck. The sound of bone cracking filled the room along with the sound of door locking behind you. He kept his eyes on you, as he tossed the dead body of the side.

The lifeless body of player 343 laid on the ground and the gunshots filled your ear. The screams of people scratched your brain, and you finally managed to close your eyes. He had killed someone in front of you, broke his neck with one swift motion and he had no emotion on his face as he did it. Your heart was beating so fast that you thought it was going to fail at some point. Then the images of him came to your mind. When he knocked down player 124 and 230 as he looked down at them with those emotionless eyes, when he carelessly slapped himself in the second game, when he looked at Gi-hun as if he wanted to strangle him when he thought no one was looking, when he pushed everyone out of his way to get both of you to safety during the mingle game and now when he killed someone.

“Open your eyes.” He breathed out, his breath hitting your face. Suddenly you felt his warmth surrounding you and him towering over your head. You slowly opened your eyes and there he was. Looking down at you, his eyebrows lifted up and with a mocking look in his eyes. His face was close to yours. Yet it did not feel comforting and safe like it did a night ago, when he was comforting you after a nightmare.

“What did you do?” Your voice was shaky and sounded terrified as you tried to look at the dead body that was in the corner of the room. He did not let you look away with his fingers finding your chin and holding it tight. He held you with those hands that just took the life of someone. You felt chills going down your spine.

“I made sure that we survived.” He whispered without breaking eye contact with you. You could hear soldiers cleaning up the mess outside of the rooms.

“You killed him.” You tried to shake his touch away, yet he didn’t let you. Instead, he got closer, until you were trapped between him and the door. His hot breath made your skin tingle, and his touch made you wanna cry.

“Yes.” He said, and his lips touched your cheek that was wetted by your tears. His lips planted a soft kiss onto your skin. The kiss made you feel dizzy and your knees weak.

“For you.” He continued. His words made you freeze in your spot. His lips traced over your skin like a ghost and reached the corner of your lips. “Only for you” He kissed the side of your mouth, softly, gently, with mercy. You wanted to rip his hands off of you, and run away. The floor beneath your feet was slippery with the blood of eliminated players. If you slipped and fell, would he let you go?

“All for you.” His lips found your chin, then your nose, then your other cheek. He did not rush or hold you harsh enough to hurt. Yet knowing that he had just killed someone with those hands made you wanna throw up.

Your tears dropped to his lips, and he licked his lips as if he was dying over thirst. And when he made eye contact with you again, it was the first time you saw a clear human emotion in his eyes. An emotion he did not try to hide or was afraid to show; yearning. You did not know if it was for you or winning. In both cases, it terrified you to your very being.

“Stop!” You said as sobs filled your mouth and he pressed his forehead against yours hard. You felt him shake his head, his arms wrapping around your fragile, little body compared to his strong form.

“I will give you everything you want, you need.” He said and pressed his lips against yours. Without waiting, his tongue made his way into your mouth, forcing your lips to open up for him. You felt the dizzy feeling take over your head. Your ears were ringing, your mind was foggy as he kissed you harsh, deep. There was no power left in your body, so you just let yourself to his arms.

His teeth crushed against yours and he was biting every corner of your lips until he drew blood. The irony taste filled your senses, made you jump. You did not know if it was you bleeding or him. But there was blood everywhere. Covering your tongue, your lips and staining your chin as your shared spit escaped from the corner of your lips. You felt your body burn all over. Your back was arching like a cat to get any closer to him, and there was a soreness between your legs that made your clit throb. You felt shame fill you and guilt making you wanna cry out. Instead, you kept kissing him, devouring him, eating him as much as you could.

You whined and pushed your head towards him when he parted your kiss with the sound of lock. The door was opened. The third game was finished. There was still a dead man in the room. Your mouth was covered in blood, making you look like you just feasted on someone. And his eyes were on you, watching you.

[zeka-maki]

ʚɞ God, I'm so lovesick, what have you done to me? ʚɞ

Pairing: Phainon x Reader

Summary: Who would've thought the Hero of Okhema was such a lovesick man? Only you have the ability to turn him into a mush with just a single touch.

Tags: Fluff, drabble

A/N: geeked out once again, its 4 in the morning, i gotta make smty to eat. This prolly sucks but man... Hope you enjoy!

Phainon is someone who behaves and talks as if he's had many partners before. Romantic letters, flowers at your doorsteps every night, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He's almost the epitome of a perfect lover! But don't let those gestures deceive you from the real Phainon.

By real Phainon, I mean the one who literally cried when you first kissed him. It surprised you, really. You thought the hesitation in his eyes wasn't a first-time thing. It was. How would you know? He behaves like he's done this a million times. But no, turns out he's just read so many romance novels to even make a move on you that it just comes out naturally. This man spent nights reading romance novel just to say the right thing to his crush.

What surprises you even more is his reaction whenever you kiss or praise him. He turns into a literal mush. The first time you kissed him in the privacy of your home, Phainon hugged you so tight you almost saw Thanatos flash before your eyes. He cried for whole two hours while kissing your face, his face blushing red. It was quite the sight.

But that was just the first time. One would think he'd get used to it after a while. No. Phainon never gets used to it. If you kiss him before going out of your home, he'd stare at the door like a puppy waiting for you to return home. Kissing him in your home leads to him becoming a blushing, giggling mess to the point you can imagine cartoon-ish hearts appearing by him and his pupils shaping into little hearts.

Sometimes you'd kiss him after a training session. And that would create the most clingy man on Amphoreus. He'd follow you around, tugging on your sleeves and when you'd turn around, he'd lean down and try to press his cheek against your lips. You could practically picture him wagging his tail and his dog ears twitching. Then he'd go around Okhema with a smile that can only be achieved by getting kissed by your lover.

Truly, Phainon can't help it. The thought of you loving him feels unreal to him, then it crashes that it's real and now he's the happiest person on Amphoreus. What can he say, he's a really, really lovesick man who breaks only at his lover's touch.

[batsandbirdbrains]

A thought before I go to bed: Dick Grayson being the test child for essentially every single JL member would do unrepairable psychic & emotional damage. It’s not anything obvious, it’s not anything outright.

But he was their test pancake. The one you put on the griddle to test that the temperature is right and the batter is the way you want it. He turned out a funny shape, burned on one side, and lost half himself before he fully grew up.

And every other child that comes into their lives, every other sidekick after him benefits from his suffering. He’s the one they had to push to the limits to be able to find out what boundaries they should be setting. He’s the one who broke a leg because an adult hero tossed (threw him like a sack of potatoes) way too hard for him to make a landing. He’s the one who got a concussion during training because an adult knocked him down too hard.

He’s the one who got shot by a rogue and then yelled at for it, who got fired (even if it was taken back, even if Bruce swears he was just trying to protect him), he’s the one who got kicked out when he was still a kid. It doesn’t matter that Bruce let him back in. To this day, he hasn’t told Bruce what happened during the four months he spent away from the manor. He doesn’t tell him how he had to play apprentice to Deathstroke the Terminator. He doesn’t tell anyone what he had to do to escape.

He’s the one they forgot on special occasions the first time and then after that made sure to never forget a kid’s special day they were invited to ever again.

One person showed up to Dick Grayson’s high school graduation. He was salutatorian and graduating a year early. Alfred Pennyworth was the only one there, watching, clapping for him, taking photographs, congratulating him. Took him out to dinner to celebrate then had to watch as Dick cried over a bowl of pasta he didn’t even end up eating.

Everyone else either forgot or put the mission first. Dick never forgives any of them. He never forgets it. He may not bring it up, he may not hold it over their heads, but he’ll never forget how alone and worthless he felt when he looked out into the crowd as he was giving his speech and he saw an entire section of empty chairs with Alfred sitting on the end.

He listens to their excuses and their apologies. But then he sees every other kid after him have a whole section of heroes cheering them on when they get their diplomas, and Dick can’t help but feel bitter about it.

And it sucks, because on one hand, he’s so glad these actual adults aren’t fucking up other kids like how they fucked up him. But on the other hand, why couldn’t they have just been there for him? Why couldn’t they have gotten their shit together for him? Why is was it always him?

Anyway nighty night perhaps I’ll expand upon this thought process tomorrow