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[ashtronomyys]

Our Future Days

Cover Art by @tamdrry

A John "Soap" MacTavish / Simon "Ghost Riley TheLastofUsAu

// General Warnings for Graphic Depictions of Violence, Zombies, Apocalypse Setting, Nightmares, Side Character Death, Family Member Death, Grief, and Body Horror(There's a Happy Ending I swear lol)

With so little knowledge to go on, he could really be riding into anything, a pack of runners, clickers, refugees seeking shelter, or a band of marauders ready to kill all that stand in their way. A bit of wishful thinking tells him that it really could just be nothing, and that this surveying of the area is all for naught. The practical side of his brain screams at him that this is a bad idea, screams that the scars lining his body ought to serve as a reminder for him of the dangers lingering out there, waiting for him… Simon shudders. Whatever it is that he'll be rushing into, he'll need to remain vigilant, keep an eye on his surroundings and stay light on his feet. There’s no telling what sort of monsters he could be coming up against. ************ “Hmm... Got any fours?" Alex clicks his tongue, giving him a look of pity. "Afraid not my friend. Go fish.” “Ahh, come ON! Yer kidding me!? Agaain?!”

-Explicit

-Longfic, Slowburn, Angst w/ a happy ending, It gets real dark before it gets real better

(Very) Sporadic Updates coming to Tumblr, Twitter, and eventually Ao3!

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Ao3 link here (To be added later)

Chapters - Section by Section

Chapter 1 - When Hurricanes and Cyclones Raged 

Chapter 2 - TBA

[asunkenhouse]

Fatherhood

Content Warnings: Contains depictions of slavery, child endangerment, a character being forced to be tender with someone he hates in order to save a child, mentions of child abuse, and mentions of child death.

If there are any warnings I missed, please tell me!

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Knock

Knock

"Sir, please! The Lord calls for your presence!"

Knock

Knock

With a groan, Ale- The Pet finally awoke from his 1-hour sleep after the insistent knocking of a terrified servant grew loud enough to penetrate his empty dreams. Of course that bastard would come back just when finally managed to get some sleep. He could just go back to sleep, it's not like the servant could go in and drag him out. Not when everyone and their mother knows that touching him would lead to their painful deaths by the very possessive Lord.

At the same time, The Pet can't. Not when he recognizes the voice of Amilia, a young woman who came to work in the Lord's Stronghold for the sake of her family despite the harassment she'll face by the hands of the Damneds here. She was kind, gentle and had her whole life ahead of her, she didn't deserve to suffer for The Pet's actions.

Too many already have suffered and bled because of him.

So with a resigned look on his face, The Pet got up and didn't bother to change his clothes when he opened the door, "I'm up, I'm up," he said with a tired tone but still tried to give the other a gentle smile to reassure her, "It's alright now, you are dismissed of your duties for today," with that, Anna sighed in utter relief of being able to rest after today.

"Thank you sir, and...good luck," she gave him a look of pity before running off back to the servants' rooms. He sighed before going back inside and grabbing a black & gold cat mask.The Pet didn't like going out without something covering his face (his shame), he felt naked, exposed without one. With it secured, he headed off to the path to where The Lord's obscenely extravagant throne room was held. 

He could already feel eyes looking, analyzing, judging him all around. The ever mysterious Pet of The Lord of the Wretched, a controversial figure in the Lord's empire known for his disobedience and penchant of slaughtering Wretcheds and Damneds that are unlucky enough to cross his path. He has been here for nearly about a century and still remains in his 30s, forced to remain as long as The Lord wants him.

The human servants of the Stronghold looked at him with either pity or apathy. Sometimes, he would get stares of hatred from those who believed that he was a 'spoiled' pet, he didn't blame them (especially when he is at fault for all of this). While the Damneds that worked here wisely chose not to get too close to him or even hid themselves away, not wanting to 'help' him relieve his stress as of now. 

No matter, he can just go after them later.

As a set of grand, pitch black doors came to view, The Pet readied himself for what will no doubt be another meeting that will end in bloodshed. His irritated face shifted into one with dull eyes.

Alone in this hallway, the sound of his fingers on his right hand suddenly cracking, breaking and remolding themselves were deafening. Yet he didn't show pain, didn't even acknowledge his fingers transforming themselves, blood steadily dripping onto the carpet before running dry as his fingers morphed and sharpened into serrated and sharp blades.

With a forceful shove, he opened the doors to reveal an area the size of a ballroom. The red of the ceilings, walls and furniture reminded him of an open and bleeding room, while the essence of the Void was scattered about and styled to resemble roses in bloom. The majority of these 'roses' grew on a grand throne with bones littered around it and plastered onto it, each skull a personal kill that was deemed worthy enough to be kept as a trophy.

Ever the dramatic bastard.

"Alexis!"

Speak of the devil and he will come.

The petals of the 'roses' were being swept into an every growing shadow that laid on top of the throne. The shadow growing, changing into the shape of a thin and long haired figure, the edges wobbling before growing still when it finally absorbed enough of the essence.

It stood ever so still, like a statue before moving like a viper and in front of The Pet.

"About time you came!" The Lord of the Wretched whined as he fully manifested, a figure absolutely covered in the essence of the Void and outlined by white, bright bright eyes like stars in the night sky and a blinding wicked grin to match, "I was this close to picking you up myself-"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence, not when The Pet tore through The Lord's throat with the knives and gripped it tight.

"I told you...To never call me that name again."

His dull expression shifted to one of fury in an instant as he slammed The Lord into the ground, growling like a beast as he strangled him and fantasizing of breaking the bastard that ruined his life. He poured all his hate, anger and kept repeatedly slamming the other onto the ground like a ragdoll.

All The Lord did was laugh and laugh and laugh, "My! I get you're excited to play, but not right now!" He had no bones, no blood vessels, no veins to feel pain and break like a human, as such he easily turned into liquid under The Pet's grasp and right behind up, commanding the essence of the Void to wrap and tie the brown haired man up like a birthday present.

"I have a gift for you, my dearest Pet~" The Lord said as he placed the struggling man onto the throne, tossing away the mask to reveal the heated gaze that greeted him. He smiled even more at the sight of it, caressing The Pet's face and merely giggled as his fingers were bitten, "I think you'll really enjoy-"

He paused when The Pet spat on his face, "I'll goddamn burn anything you give me," and he has. Each and every gift, broken and burnt at his feet. It didn't matter how beautiful, how priceless they were, they came from The Lord's filthy hands all the same.

The caress turned into jagged claws that bit and bled his skin, clicking his tongue as a displeased expression came to his face, "You haven't even seen it yet," with a snap of his fingers, the dark tendrils of the Void snatched something within a far-off closest.

Sobbing, the sound of heavy sobbing and gasping was heard and rang in The Pet's ears.

What was dragged into the light in front of them, was a young boy no older than ten, covered in blood soaked rags, dirt and scratches. Black hair matted in grime as tear-stained brown eyes looked at both him and The Lord with utter fear. Shaking so badly that the boy would've fallen by now were it not for the tendrils that held onto him tight, presenting him like a caught animal ready for slaughter.

"Castor...That is-"

"A child!" The Lord yelled with delight, presenting the boy infront of them like a prize, "And I got him just for you! Hope you don't mind a stray, but I assure you that he's very well behaved~," he speaks of the boy like he was some sort of dog, not as a breathing, living human being. The Lord seated himself onto The Pet's lap, caressing his long hair.

All the fight that was in him earlier had slipped away, leaving behind a cold and crawling feeling of fear as he stared at the child. Brown eyes mirroring each other in fright of what The Lord was planning, "...Why? Why drag a child into this?" Was all The Pet whispered, eyes never leaving the boy for even a second.

The Lord hummed, petting the other's hair as he looked at him with a mocking expression, "Because you seemed rather lonely these days. I do apologize for not being a proper owner to you, so consider this my apology gift!" He held The Pet's face with both hands, claws digging in as he gazed upon the other with bright, bright all too knowing eyes-

"After all, didn't you once tell me that you always wanted to be a father?"

He had, when they had still been in one body.

But not like this, never like this.

"Alas, since it seems you don't want my gift," The Lord pouted like a child before snapping his fingers once more, the tendrils of the Void sharpening into deadly blades, all of them pointing directly towards the young boy.

"What-"

The blades drew closer and closer-

"An Absolute-”

The crying grew louder and louder-

"Shame."

Bright red blood spilt-

"STOP!" The Pet yelled out, the blades held still but already managed to break into the skin of the boy, only enough to leave shallow wounds. He can't, he can't take another sight of someone, especially one that was so young, to die because of his mistakes, there's already been too many, "Please, please. I'm begging you, don't hurt him," it didn't matter if he had to lick the floor, he can't let that boy die in such a gruesome way.

The Lord laughed like a hyena, mouth bared in a hungry grin, "Oh! So now you want your gift? After treating me so rudely earlier?" His hands slid down to The Pet's throat, squeezing it softly, "I should just throw it away and be done with it, it would serve as a perfect lesson about disobedience, Alexis," he purred that name The Pet threw away so gleefully, knowing full well that the other cannot retaliate as violently as he did previously, not with the boy's life on the line.

"But!" The restraints on The Pet were lifted, yet still lingering and ready to pull him back, "I'm willing to look past this bad behavior...If you apologize and thank me."

The Lord wrapped his arms around The Pet's shoulder, the weight of them, the position they were in, so disgustingly familiar, "Thank me, and I might let this child live," he said so softly, as if he wasn't threatening to kill someone.

He didn't want to, Castor didn't deserve it. Not anymore, not after everything.

At the same time, the young boy didn't deserve to die all because of his selfishness.

So, he sucked it up and played pretend.

He changed back his fingers to their original form and gently,  oh so gently, wrapped his arms around Castor's waist. Holding him so tenderly, as if he was something fragile before pulling him closer, and giving a peck on his forehead, "I’m…,” he took a deep breath, before continuing with gritted teeth, “I am sorry for my earlier behavior. Thank you, Castor...For the wonderful gift, you've given me," The Pet's voice grew soft, could even be described as affectionate-

He felt warm.

He wanted to throw up. [1]

The Lord sighed, content with the false display of tenderness, "You're welcome, Alexis," his grip on The Pet's shoulders tightened. Tight with possessiveness as his eyes glimmered with an obsessive zeal, "Anything for you~"

They stayed like that, embraced like they were lovers. The Pet wanted nothing more than to sink knives into The Lord's back. Tear him apart, again, and again, and again. To leave nothing behind-

But he held himself still, letting The Lord indulge in the illusion of the past. Until finally, the moment The Lord let go of him, The Pet immediately pulled himself away, his arms shaking as anger and hatred were desperately waiting to be unleashed. The Lord merely chuckled, "Hmm, well I suppose that is good enough."

With a wave of his hand, the Void's essence finally let the boy go, who immediately fell to the floor, unable to pick himself up due to the massive amounts of fear weighing him down. The Pet rushed to the boy's side, picking him up slowly and carefully as the boy clutched The Pet's shirt with a death grip.

"You may want to put the kid to bed, my dear," The Lord said teasingly.

The Pet glared, but there were other things to worry about for right now, such as getting this child proper medical care. He rushed out of the room, yelling to the closest servant to fetch him medical supplies to his room immediately. The boy remained silent through it all, exhaustion finally taking over him. By the time they reached the room, he had finally fallen asleep, The Pet gently caressing the boy's hair as he laid him down on the bed before beginning to wrap to take care of the boy.

Once it was all over, the boy laid on his bed with a peaceful expression on his face. He had been carefully washed clean with a cloth, while his injuries had been tended to with the appropriate bandages needed and completely swaddled in one of The Pet's shirts that looked like a dress on the boy.

He doesn't know if he'll be able to do this, if he'll be able to become the father the boy desperately needs. He has had some experience in taking care of children before, back when he still lived in the orphanage (back when he was still-), but this is different. So very, very different. He'll have to protect this boy not only from The Lord, but from those who want a chance to strike back at The Lord, the enemies that are willing to sink down low enough to involve the innocents, and that includes the boy that is currently sleeping on his bed.

His life will be filled with strife, with constant chances of him being killed by someone who resents The Lord or The Pet or by someone who is just twisted enough to hurt a child for the pleasure of hurting someone. The Lord will constantly be on the boy's shoulders, hurting him to hurt the Pet or to amuse him. 

It isn't a life worth living.

And yet, what can they do? 

The Pet's thoughts swirled in a storm of what-ifs, of plans to possibly get the boy out, of them ending up suffering and dead.

What should I do?

What should I do?

What

Can

He 

Even 

Do

?

He can't-

He can't do anything-

uselessuselessuseless-

The sounds of the boy's whimpers broke him out of his daze, the boy's face scrunched up like he was having a bad dream. Slowly and carefully, The Pet placed his hand on the boy's head and began to hum a lullaby. It was a simple one, he had learned it in the orphanage as well and often used it to put the younger children to bed.

He's surprised he still remembers it.

Eventually, the boy's face began to relax. The Pet's slid down from the forehead to the boy's cheek, softly caressing it. His heart stopped when the boy snuggled into the hand, the beginnings of a small smile forming on his lips. The Pet stood still, no longer humming, his mouth agape of what he had seen and felt.

He then moved his head down, and gave the boy a small peck on the forehead. Unlike with The Lord, this action held genuine affection and tenderness.

"I promise you, that I'll make sure you'll have a happy life. A happy and fulfilling life until the end."

"I'll be your light, your shield, and your blade," he whispered this oath to the boy, he'll make sure of it. Even if he has to suffer every indignity, he'll make sure that this boy will survive.

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Timeskip: 1,279 years

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A humming was heard in one of the Stronghold's kitchens. The lullaby that was being hummed was very, very dear to him.

It was the lullaby The Pet often hummed to Yuna when he was brought into this hell, when he still had been innocent and human. Even now, the lullaby warmed his heart and made him feel light, as if all the troubles of the world melted away.

Gripping his gift tight, he entered the kitchen with a soft smile that most would never see on his face these days, "Dad," he called out, they were in private so he was free to call The Pet 'Dad' instead of 'Mother', "I'm back."

"Yuna!" The Pet turned his attention to his eldest son, eyes lighting up with life as he rushed towards the pale white and black haired man, hugging him tightly, "It's been so long since you've last visited," too long, over two years now.

"Just, busy with work...," Yuna would rather not ruin this reunion by mentioning 'Him', so he switched topics, "By the way, I got you something," he gave the wrapped box he had been holding ever since he got here. It was wrapped in pink paper and tied with a blue ribbon.

The Pet took the gift with gentle hands, "Oh thank you Yuna, you shouldn't have," for he doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve this kindness, this sweetness, not when he broke his oath of protecting Yuna when he was a child and continues to break with each and every child that is 'adopted' into this wreck of a family.

He swore to be their shield, and yet they all still bled.

He swore to be their blade, and yet they still died.

He swore to be their light, and still, his living children were swallowed by the darkness.

The Pet knew what Yuna's work entailed, of being an attack dog for The Lord to use in order to get rid of his enemies. He can see the bags under his son's four eyes of how much this tires him.

He is a failure of a father.

Yet, he can still give them comfort. Be their light in the darkness, even when the whole world is against them. He knows they are monsters now, monsters that have bled and killed many for their own survival. Most parents would be horrified of their children if they became like that, disowning them on the spot.

But he won't, he'll be by their side despite the blood they have shed.

The Pet tore open the gift, to reveal a recently published book of a series he has been reading for some time now.

"Oh Yuna, thank you," he gently pulled Yuna to tilt down in order to kiss his forehead with gratitude, "I've been waiting to read this for sometime now."

He won't lose his children, even if the whole world has to burn.

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Notes:

[1] I had originally planned to have The Lord make The Pet just beg even more. But decided to change it as I wanted to give small hints of what their relationship before was sort of like.

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And done! This has been in my head for months now and I am so glad that I finally finished it! I had wanted to explore more on what Yuna's and The Pet's lives were like during the first years, but I couldn't really get the creative juices flowing to think it through so I decided to do a timeskip instead hahaha. 

Hope you enjoyed reading this (Despite the bitter bittersweet ending)! Might make more in the future ^^

[ashoss]

needed to draw kori and this is what came from it

[escapenightmare]

sae itoshi was not a nonchalant boyfriend or a chill guy, despite how much he tried to seem like he was. you don’t ask him for his opinion on your outfit? do you not want him (to compliment you and ask you to do a small twirl so he could see the ensemble properly and then pepper your cute face with kisses)? you don’t want him to share his food with you? okay, so basically you’re saying you want him to go to hell.

you tell him to quit liking flirty comments from random people under your posts? what’s wrong with that, he agrees with them— you’re absolutely stunning. and no, he isn’t doing it just so those randoms get a notification that saeitoshi, with a silly picture of you and him with your cheeks smushed together as his profile picture, has liked their comment so that they now know you aren’t single and looking for some sleazy jackass who thinks they can get your undivided attention just by commenting ‘🔥🔥’. seriously, how dare you accuse him of such pettiness?

but really, none of that is compareable to how he feels right now; damp hair sticking to his forehead, towel over his shoulder, one hand buttoning up his loose shirt while he’s looking at his phone, fresh out of the shower after the usual training. his teammates are yapping about something like they always do but it’s all silent in his head as he takes in what feels like utter blasphemy on the screen.

zero notifications.

well, actually, he had a shit ton of texts messages from his teammates and people he considered somewhat his friends but none of them really matter— only you do.

and you hadn’t texted him since yesterday (almost 24 hours ago!), when he was on his way home and asked you if you wanted him to bring you extra snacks or something.

do you hate him?

he clicked out of the messages app and checked instagram, where you’d usually have flooded his dms with chronically online shit that he had no idea how you found funny. seriously, what the heck is all that about divers going into small spaces and eye of dih? he visibly deflates when he sees you hadn’t sent anything on there either (the last text was from him, when he’d said ‘???’ to your text that read ‘what is a father?’).

Sae [16:43pm]: Do you hate me

nah. scoffing to himself, he deleted the words, exited the app and pocketted his phone. since when was he such an attention deprived, needy little shit? whatever.

by the time he opens the front door to your shared home, there’s still no text, no call, no reel, nothing from you. “angel?” he calls out in his usual, casual tone, nudging the door shut with his boot. “’m home.”

“in here, sae,” you call out from the bedroom and he quickly takes off his shoes, drops his duffel bag onto the couch and trudges into the bedroom, feeling as if if he were a puppy, his tail would be wagging harshly behind him. “i was just about to text you.” you tell him with a small smile from where you’re sitting on the office chair behind the desk, your laptop in front of you and notes strewn all over the desk. you were.. studying.

ah, right. no wonder you hadn’t texted him.

you barely register his silent footsteps and fast pace until he’s right behind you within the time it took for you to blink, one hand on the arm of the chair to turn it around before he’s half hunched over you, his other hand pressing on your back to tug you into a hug. “missed you,” his voice is muffled as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, the soft tufts of his moist hair tickling your chin and neck. “thought you hated me.”

“what?” it was said so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it, but you do and now you’re pulling back a bit to look at him properly. “what gave you that idea?”

“forget about it,” he tries to avoid the question in a painfully untactful manner, attempting to hug you again, but faltering as he sees the look on your face. god, this was so humiliating. “y‘didn't text me today— or call, or send me stupid reels,” he points out with an embarrassed grunt, standing up to his full height and running a hand through his hair. “thought you were pissed at me for beating you in monopoly or something.”

huffing, you grin up at him. “you didn’t have to bring that up, jerk. but no, as you can see,” you gesture to your table and he notices the splotches and lines of dried ink on your fingers from your pen. “i’ve been studying. or trying to, at least.”

“huh.” he lets out, grasping your hand in his and intertwining your fingers before untangling them again so he could toy around with them. his brows furrow and he scoffs when you continue, saying something along the lines of ‘i didn’t think you’d notice.’ “yeah, well, i noticed. i dunno. kinda hard to miss the zero texts from the only person i reply to, yeah?”

your eyes brighten at that, but you tease, “ohh, yeah, right. sorry, i forgot you’re a friendless loser.”

“look who’s talking,” he shoots back, and you’d almost be offended if it wasn’t for the playful look in his eyes. he sighs and dips his head to press a kiss to your temple before walking over to the closet.

“were you really sad that i didn’t send you stupid reels?” you ask him with a curious look while watching him pick out a random t-shirt and sweats, not making fun of him like you’d usually do, just genuine curiousity in your tone.

he hums in response, undoing a few buttons of his shirt before tugging it off his head and glancing at you, with his teal eyes narrowed in contemplation, shirt still hanging around his elbows. “guess so. ’s stupid, huh?”

“nah,” is your immediate reply, followed by a small shrug. “i think it’s sweet, actually. in a pathetic sort of way. you’re kinda sweet.”

during his 10-minute break from training the next day, he finds himself on the bench of the locker room, resting his aching legs with his half empty water bottle next to him as he’s scrolling through your dms with a soft smile. a shit ton of reels and one ‘good luck at practice!!’ message stares back at him.

yeah. he thinks you’re (kinda) sweet too.

[d-burnerphone]

heh… you guys can see my animation before tiktok does… 😼😼

[taifenggg]

hi! 🌷 i love your scenarios so i instantly came to rq here <3

could you write about mc and the brothers having possessive s3x for the first time? their relationship is relatively new and they did it a few times, but for some reason they got jealous and the way they deal with it is by having somewhat angry / possessive s3x with reader (which is very different from what they're used to do

for example: belphie is usually lazy or slow, satan is a gentleman and spends a lot of time on foreplay, reader notices how their usual this time is almost the opposite bc the brother in question is SO jealous

idk if it made sense </3 if writing the 7 of them feels too much for you, then would mammon + satan + barbatos be okay? they're my favorites!

have an amazing day btw i love your content

Content Warning(s): NSFW obviously LMAO, hairpulling(Lucifer, Belphie), semi-public(Mammon, Asmo), overstimulation(Satan), slight degradation(Belphie), not proofread LOL

Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Barbatos

Authors Notes: hi there! i'm so flattered you love my writing, it means a lot! and dw I saw your other ask, so you're all good no worries about verification. nonnie, I'll do you one better and I ended up writing all the bros plus barbs as a bonus lol. enjoy!

nsfw under the cut! minors dni or i will block you :)

Reminder to abide by my guidelines for NSFW content tysm :]

Guidelines for NSFW Content [ ◇ ]

Lucifer [🦚💙]

Others keep occupying your time.

"Remind me again, who exactly do you belong to?"

Your moans are stifled as you press your face against the pillow. Lucifer's pace is relentless and although he can be rough in general, tonight feels different. There's something far more carnal and possessive in the way Lucifer thrusts into you. His movements are done so with reckless abandon, a stark contrast to how he usually takes you.

"Y-you Lucifer!" you gasp, body shaking from the intense pleasure coursing through your body. You yelp and moan out his name as he runs a hand through your scalp, pulling your face so that you're staring at him, his hands having a firm grip on your hair. "I can't hear you, louder," he commands you, your faces practically centimeters away from each other.

"You Lucifer!" you sob, feeling his large hand pressing into the small of your back, pushing you down against the mattress. Lucifer smirks, his other hand trailing down to your neck, holding you there firmly. "That's right my love, me. Not my brothers and certainly not that shady sorcerer," he practically spits out those last words. Lucifer's head falls back as he continues to thrust roughly into you, feeling himself close to his release.

You can feel yourself tightening around him, and you arch your back, body shaking as your orgasm washes over you. Lucifer lets out a low moan, making a few more shallow thrusts into you before spilling his seed into your hole. Chest heaving, he pulls out, watching with satisfaction as his release trickles out of you. Taking two fingers, he trails them up your inner thighs, causing you to jump from how sensitive you were after your high. Lucifer takes his fingers and takes the excess that spills out, prodding it back in.

"Keep that in there my love, it's proof that you're mine after all, if not, I'll have to punish you a bit more unfortunately. You can do that, can't you?"

Mammon [💰💛]

Someone thought flirting with you at the casino was a good idea.

"Dammit, you drive me crazy y'know?"

Your legs are currently wrapped around Mammon's waist, goosebumps littering your skin as you feel the wall against your back, your shirt long discarded. Your arms are wrapped securely around Mammon's neck for support. Mammon kisses you roughly, hungrily, as if he were scared of you running away or disappearing from right in front of him.

"That damn incubus," he hisses, pushing into you, "Thinking they have anything on the Great Mammon. You're my lucky charm, no one else's." His teeth scrape at your neck as he leaves mark after mark. You're pretty sure your back is rubbed raw from how fast and hard Mammon is thrusting into you, and your legs shake around Mammon's waist, but despite this Mammon holds you securely, his grip on your thighs giving you enough support.

"Mammon!" you whine, your hands tangled in his hair. Your face is pressed into the crook of his neck, and you can hear Mammon gasp, groan, and curse with each thrust he makes. Judging by how loud the two of you were being, you had no doubt that the entire casino knew that you were getting fucked hard by Mammon.

"You're mine alright? Mine, mine, mine, my treasure," he whispers in your ear, and he accentuates each of his words with a slap of his hips against yours. Your moans become louder and you can practically feel yourself on the verge of releasing onto him.

"Mine." And with one last word, Mammon makes one last thrust up into you, hitting your most sensitive spot and you practically go limp in his arms as your orgasm washes over you. Mammon's hips slowly still, and he checks over you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I won't let anyone take you from me alright? Much less some random incubus who thinks they can steal my treasure from me."

Leviathan [🐍🧡]

You showed him your duo in an online game.

"Levi, they're just a friend!" You gasp softly as he pushes you into his bathtub, a pout on his face. Immediately, he presses himself up against you, rubbing his cheek against your exposed collarbone. "I don't care," he grumbles softly, one hand snaking up to pin your hands above your head, his other hand trailing underneath your shirt, caressing your sides. "I should be the only one to carry you, not anyone else. You're my player 2, my Henry," he nips at your shoulder and you shudder, feeling yourself grow aroused from the close proximity and from his touches.

"I don't care if they're ranked number one, I'll prove I'm better than them by beating them!" His pupils are dilated as he looks at you below him, and he can't help the sudden ache and the growing tent in his pants. Gasping softly, he starts grinding up against you, and you can't help but reach up for him, pulling his hips flush against yours, in search of some very much needed friction to relieve the tension you're feeling.

Both of your gasps can be heard, and you're pretty sure that if Levi didn't soundproof his room, anyone walking outside could probably hear just how heated the two of you were getting. You tighten your grasp on him, your hands snaking up to tug at the back of his hair cause Levi to moan against you as he kisses you roughly.

You stare up at him blearily, not even realizing when he shifted into his demon form. Shivering, one of your hands move from the back of his head, down to his abdomen and Levi jerks in your grasp, a flush painting his pale face.

"Do you know how badly I want you? Please don't give your attention to others, just stay focused on me."

Satan [😾💚]

Gets riled up because he sees Lucifer closer to you than he'd like.

Your chest heaves from exertion as Satan brings you to your umpteenth release. Your legs are shaking from overstimulation and you're pretty sure you've lost count of how many times Satan has made you come. His bangs stick to his forehead as he dives back between your legs, sucking marks along your inner thighs, his grip digging into the flesh of your thighs.

Your hands make their way to his hair, tugging on the golden strands and you feel Satan groan, his moans sending vibrations down your core. He looks up at you, pupils dilated. "Satan no more please! I can't take it anymore," you whimper softly, feeling tears prick at the edge of your vision. Satan only laughs looking up at you, using a hand to push his hair out of his eyes. "Nono, we're not finished yet," his voice is dangerously soft as he stares at you, body trembling underneath his gaze. His nose wrinkles and his eyes narrow as he pulls your bottom closer to him, once again positioning himself between your legs. "I can still smell him on you and I intend to erase every trace of Lucifer from you, from your mind, and from your body. Understand?"

You slowly nod, your thighs quivering either from anticipation or overstimulation, you weren't sure at this point anymore.

Satan smiles as he licks a stripe up where you're most sensitive, and your body jerks still sensitive from all your orgasming from earlier. You squirm to get your body away from him but his grip holds tight to you.

"Stay right where you are. I thoroughly intend to take my time with you tonight."

Asmodeus [💋🩷]

Your fans started getting too touchy with you.

Asmo isn't one to get jealous easily....not usually.

However, today was supposed to be about just you and him and it frustrated him to no end seeing your fans flock over to you, occupying all of your time. Asmo's eyes narrow as he watches them practically latch themselves onto you, and you barely pushing them away, laughing it off lightly. You're shocked by his sudden actions, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the crowd and down a secluded alleyway. His silence is rather unsettling, and there's a strange gleam in his eyes.

.....

"A-Asmo slow down!" You gasp out, feeling your back pressed against the wall, and Asmo's gaze trained on you, his hands sliding up your arms, pinning them above your head. You shiver, feeling his breath grace the outer shell of your ear, and you unintentionally tilt your head to the side, giving him more room to slot his face into your neck.

"Do you love me?" His question catches you off guard and you stare at him quizzically. "What? Of course I do." you frown slightly pulling on your hands, but Asmo holds your hands in place firmly. He presses his body against yours, and you gasp slightly, feeling his knee pressing against your crotch. "You sure seemed to be having fun entertaining those fans of yours. While I don't mind everyone fawning over you, today was just supposed to be about me and you was it not?" He has a slight pout on his face, lip jutting out.

You stare at him incredulously, eyes wide. If you were being honest, Asmo was adorable, especially with that little pout on his face. "It's not like you to be this jealous," you laugh a little, your face flushing. You feel him press your body more against the wall, and you have to suppress the urge to let out a moan as he continues grinding his leg against where you're most sensitive. His hand snakes past the waistband of your pants and you nearly keel over from his touch, leaning against him for support.

"I'm only like this for you, and no one else."

Beelzebub [🍔❤️]

His Fangol teammates were far friendlier to you than he'd like.

Your throat is sore, but that's a given considering you had spent the good part of the last few hours screaming out Beel's name, cheering him on after he scored point after point. What you certainly didn't forsee was you practically folded over one of the benches in the locker room, Beel holding one of your legs wide open as he thrusts into you roughly. The way you're positioned, if someone were to open the door to the locker room would end up seeing you sprawled out as Beel rammed himself against you.

"S-slow down Beel! It's too much!" Your head falls back, and you feel like you're being split apart by how big he is. Normally, Beel is much more gentle, taking his time with you but it seems that in the heat of the moment, he chose to forgo any sense of moderation.

"I don't like that my teammates got too close to you," he grunts, hips stuttering as he pulls you closer, his chest heaving from exertion. Ah that's right, he's referring to his teammates that immediately crowded around you to thank you for cheering so fervently for them. You remember the way Beel watched you from outside the crowd, his expression unreadable. You can recall conversing with his fellow teammates before feeling a pair of hands loop around your waist, pulling you towards them....which somehow led to the situation that you were currently in.

Beel's grip on your thigh is borderline painful, and you're sure that there'll be marks there come tomorrow from how roughly he's currently manhandling you. You reach up grasping at his arm, momentarily causing his movements to falter as he looks at you, temporarily shaken out of his frenzy. "Beel slow down please, I swear I only have eyes for you," you whimper softly, your legs shaking. His expression softens as he stares down at you, leaning over to press an apologetic kiss to your forehead. His motions are slower now, you notice, and there's a tenderness in the way he holds onto you now, one hand pressed against your waist, the other still holding onto your thigh but much less tight now.

"Sorry, you drive me crazy. I promise I'll make this up to you later."

Belphegor [🐮💜]

Your project partner was getting too buddy-buddy with you.

"Hahh, fuck you're so tight~"

Belphie practically hisses this in your ear as he sinks into you, bent over one of the desks in an empty classroom. The surface is cold against your front, your RAD uniform unbuttoned, and shirt pushed up as Belphie leans entirely against you. Your knuckles are white from how hard they're gripping the desk, meanwhile, Belphie has a good grasp on you from behind, his hand tugging at your scalp.

Your back arches as he thrusts into you, using your head as leverage, and you're pretty sure everyone outside has a pretty good idea of what's going on, based on how loudly the desk is scraping against the floor. Your gasp, shoulders hunched as you hold onto desperately to the desk. Belphie's tail flicks irritably as he watches your expression. "Enjoying this are you? Do you really like everyone outside knowing how I'm using you right now? Let them know how desperate you are for me to fuck you dumb like this. Go on, moan louder why don't you."

Your heart pounds in your chest and you let out shuddering breaths as Belphie's hips snap against you, hitting your most sensitive spots. He leans over, whispering in your ear, "The door's unlocked, and anyone could walk in right now and see the two of us like this. Are you getting off to this? To the idea of others seeing what a mess you are right now? Well, that's too damn bad because no one can have you like I can, and certainly not your project partner....what's their face?" He practically spits out, and you can feel the jealousy practically dripping off of him.

"Thinking they're better than me, too bad they'll never get the chance to see you like this. Oh well, you'll behave for me won't you?"

+ Bonus

Barbatos [⌛🖤]

The Young Master was occupying too much of your time.

"Apologies, I'm afraid I won't be able to restrain myself tonight."

You stare at Barbatos confused, watching as he approaches you at the foot of the bed, smoothly pushing you down in one swift moment with one hand. The other lifted to his mouth as he bites at the finger, and pulls it off just as swiftly. Your mouth is agape as he switches hands, holding you down with ease as he removes his other glove.

"As much as I'd like to thank the young master for consistently inviting you over for tea, I will admit there are times when it was just the two of us without his presence." His hands trail your figure, and you're not quite sure what it is about him tonight but he seems.....different. He's far more forward, taking the initiative rather than waiting for you to take the lead. You gasp as you feel his mouth on you, his teeth scraping along your neck. You gasp, leaning away so he has more room to do as he pleases.

"Barbatos-" He presses a finger to your lips, effectively shushing you. There's just something that turns him on so much, seeing you underneath him so helpless and pliant. His nose is wrinkled slightly as he gazes at you. You lay there, back arching as Barbatos has his way with you, cold hands caressing you, but not touching you where you ached for him the most.

"Hush now, let me take care of you, my love."

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[lazylittledragon]

nomad boyfriend comes back for a visit

obviously there are some extras for the patr0ns <3

[sirgawainofgalifrey]

Not to knock on Wrightworth or other Phoenix ships but people like to make most of Phoenix's actions have a romantic undertone and really miss out on the fact that he'll just about die for anyone he considers a friend.

Like he took on a clearcut murder case with zero experience (what's a cross-examination lol) because he was friends with Larry in school.

He STRAIGHT UP ATE GLASS AND METAL for the girl he was dating and was willing to ignore that she'd murdered someone.

He changed his whole ass career to get in contact with Edgeworth again just to make sure he was okay emotionally (and for other reasons that people like to ignore just for making it all about Edgeworth), even though they literally were like in 4th grade together for like half a year.

The first case he defended Maya was almost entirely because of Mia, because he didn't know Maya yet.

Literally EVERY CASE that he defends Maya in he's going above and beyond all reason and logic to prove that she's not guilty.

Him literally going against all reason and evidence and Edgeworth's own admission in the Edgeworth case to prove he's not guilty.

HIM LITERALLY ONLY TAKING ON THE SKYE CASE BECAUSE EMA AND LANA REMINDED HIM OF MAYA AND MIA.

Him literally in the Engarde case willing to compromise all his principles to get a murderer off the hook to save her (they give you the option of going with pleading that Engarde is innocent, even though it doesn't effect the outcome).

Him literally running across a burning bridge at night over a huge cliff to make sure she's alright.

All I'm saying is I think the writers more intended to characterize Phoenix as someone who is willing to do almost anything for people he cares about (even if he acts like a grumpy asshole most of the time), more than emphasizing any one romantic relationship.

(I also think that's why he took Edgeworth faking his death so hard, and was so pissed at him for it. Like he felt betrayed and helpless at Edgeworth commiting suicide, mad (at Edgeworth and himself) that Edgeworth thought he couldn't come to him for help, when he would do anything for him. And then he finds out he was deceived, and couldn't understand how anyone could do that to someone they care about, like it's not in his friendship vocabulary ((also the fact that Edgeworth had confided in Gumshoe and not him that he was still alive, meaning he trusts Gumshoe more than him as a friend.)) It all comes down to Phoenix being betrayed that he's not trusted and his devotion to his friends not returned.)

Anyway sorry this is so long I hope it makes sense.

(also I've only played the original trilogy)

[tizz-does-art]

I dubeth thee: The various shades of Ace-coded responses.

@xxtc-96xx How'd I do??

[crimsonbubble]

I keep imagining crying in front of (perv!)yunho and him comforting you… BUUTTTT his thoughts are sickeningly trailing to how you’d look crying while his cock is sheathed fully inside you— AAAAAAAA like he’d wipe your tears and think about how pretty you are even when crying, but then the perverse side of him just wants you to spread your legs for himHANENDMWK!-&/@3848399+\*]¥{¥{¥={=~82&:-

(May I request a little Drabble >< if not ofc I understand ☝️🙂‍↕️ just thought I’d put the idea out there >:3)

Cry Baby

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, perv yuyu, monster cawk yunho, dacryphilia, size kink, dry humping *not proofread, just pure horny

[IM SO CRAZY BRO ONG]

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He’s sick and twisted. There is absolutely no reason for him to be feeling like this. But he can’t deny the ache of his gut and the throbbing of his cock in his sweats.

He’s trying to ignore it but you’re literally not even two feet away from him and he can see the way tears pool in your eyes and cascade down your cheeks. His dick is achingly hard and throbbing and he knows he can’t do anything about it; at least with you in distress right in front of him.

But god, the only thing he wants right now is to see your pretty tears when he splits you open on his cock. He gently takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over the backs of them. He’s trying to focus on your words but you're choking over them and he finally pulls you into his lap.

He sits up on the bed, his hands on your hips to steady you before he trails them up and uses his thumbs to wipe at your teary lashline. He shushes you gently, pressing lingering kisses to your jawline. He may have put himself in a dire situation; you’re now pressed against the obvious tent in his sweats.

But you’re so fucking warm against him. So soft and always so fucking sweet for him, ripe for the taking anytime he wanted it. He pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you and effectively pinning you to him. He keeps an arm around your waist and lets the other gently rub your back in soothing strokes.

But apparently, he was a little too absorbed in his own fantasies that he didn’t realize he was subconsciously rutting his hips into yours. But god you felt too good against him and he needed to get rid of this boner one way or another. He wrapped both his arms around you, holding your hips flush against his. His hips moved quickly, his own thoughts crowding on his mind and tongue.

He wants you. He has you. And he’s not gonna let you go now.

[ashtronomyys]

It happened so fast, Johnny wasn't even sure if he had seen it right. But then a few seconds later, there it was again! A small dot jumped up right above Simon's lip before disappearing. He silently watched the man's face, looking for any acknowledgment behind the mask. But there was none. Simon's eyes continued to scan over the documents he was in the middle of signing off.

Johnny had been sitting on the edge of Simon's bed silently drawing away while the other man worked at his desk. About an hour ago, he decided to switch up his sketches of guns and other paraphernalia and moved on to one of his favorite subjects, Ghost.

The Scotsman would devote himself to mapping out every one of Simon's features. There were pages dedicated to sketches of his hands, his arms, his shoulders, and his back. His eyes and the way light bounced off of his eyelashes.

It was in the middle of one of these sketches, Johnny sneakily glancing over at the lieutenant when the movement caught his eye. Simon's mask was pulled taught over his face. Today's black fabric was a more form-fitting material which allowed him to make out more of Simon's face. The fabric was probably what allowed Johnny to see the movement as the Brit absentmindedly scratched at his chin. He grunted to himself, scratching off a line in the papers and there it was again!

The mask poked up along the corner of his mouth before running across his lips and dropping back down again. It finally clicked for Johnny when the dot was held out in place while Ghost sighed and drew his lips together in a grimace.

Simon stuck his tongue out when he was concentrating.

It took everything in Johnny not to giggle the next time he saw his lieutenant's tongue dart out across his upper lip. It must not have been enough because Simon looks up from his paper for the first time in an hour and shoots him a sideway glance.

"Something funny, Sergeant?"

Johnny tries to play it cool, hopes Simon doesn't note the way he freezes in his stare. "No....was just admiring the view, tha's all."

Simon's eyes narrow into a glare. With another sigh he drops his pen down on the table and spins his chair around to face him. "Alright, c'mon MacTavish. Out with it. What's on your mind?"

Awh crap. He's really in for it now. "And how do ye know I-"

"Johnny, you and I both know that at this point, we know each other inside and out. I can /SEE/ that you have something spinning around in that head of yours." He gestures to his forehead, rotating his fingers around imitating a cog wheel turning. "So out with it. I know you're itching to say something and I can't focus on my work until you've got it outta your system."

Well, if this is how he dies, let it be known that John "Soap" MacTavish died a soldier's death. Valiantly going where no man dared to cross before. He'll leave behind a legacy of bravery, dedication, and sacrifice.

"You know ye lick yer lips when you're concentrating?"

...

.....

"Fuuucking hell Johnny..." Simon drags his hands over his face, stopping to rub circles at his temple. "Is that what you were so focused on?" he asks, with amusement dripping into his voice.

"Well I was just surprised by it!"

"You're unbelievable."

"What?! I think it's endearing! I just couldn't tell what I was looking at with the mask." He pauses, considering his next question before going forward with it anyway. "Do ye taste yer mask when ye do tha'?"

"Alright, that's enough of that Johnny," he barks out. Simon turns back to his paperwork.

Part of Johnny worries that he may have made him feel self-conscious. But he sneaks another glance at the man, and he can see the telltale sign of a smile playing on his lips. The crinkle in his eye and the deep, low rumble of a laugh as he shakes his head let's him know it's fine. A smile starts to form on Johnny's own face. He opens his journal and flips back to the sketch he was working on.

And not five minutes later, he spots that tongue dart out again. And he absolutely puts everything he has into capturing it on paper.

....................

I'm still pretty new to writing so please excuse any errors. I felt inspired after watching Samuel Roukin's livestream yesterday. I love giving characters benign ticks and I am now a firm believer that Ghost also flicks his tongue out when he's concentrating.

[asunkenhouse]

"Well, that was rather unfortunate. I was growing rather fond of that one! Too bad that he was a spy."

"They almost always end up being spies. It's pathetic that they still keep sending them in despite never succeeding, an utter waste of resources."

"Ah, true. Makes you wonder where they're getting them all from, willing to bet they have an Exorcist with some sort of cloning ability?"

"Ugh, don't jinx it, Emiriel. Now can you please hand me my prosthetic back? I have several of ambushes to start planning for tomorrow."

[tothestarsinvelaris]

Dorian "I'll bleed whatever color you tell me to" Havilliard

Dorian "he'd make her beg for the first time in her long life" Havilliard

Dorian "willing to let a little cruelty into the bedroom" Havilliard

Dorian "invisible fingers down her neck" Havilliard

Dorian "as tempting as seeing you naked and chained might be" Havilliard

Dorian "I don't think you can handle the sort of things I need, witchling" Havilliard

Dorian "I am never begging for anything again in my life" Havilliard

Dorian "I want to taste every inch of you." Havilliard

Dorian "magic gently pinning her wrists to the mattress" Havilliard

Dorian "I need to hear you say yes" Havilliard

Dorian "I suggest you listen" Havilliard

[galina]

at the poetry workshop on friendship, all my poems were love letters to friends in LA—heart is breaking

[ashtxrie]

due 11:59 pm

— alternatively, enhypen hyungs as your typical high school crush!

PAIR. high school! enhypen hyungs x gn!reader (rest under cut) GENRE. fluff, high school au, bullet points WORD COUNT. 1.8k total MAKNAE LINE VER.

이희승 — lee heeseung

varsity jackets, notes in lockers, late night calls, secret pining, basketball games

secretly (not so secretly) an attention seeker

he's on the varsity basketball team, so by law you're hyping him up (disguised as hyping up the whole team) before the game and now he has to win!!! (plus he made a bet with jay about the team's winning streak)

i'd think that you two are closer than acquaintances but don't know each other well enough to be close friends

you guys probably met through mutual friends groups that kind of merged????

it was junior year when he signed up for every ap class you took just to look at your face more often.

horrible move for his gpa, amazing move for his mental well-being

... that was, until his mental well-being was compromised again because his ap calc grades were... not sexy

"help like actually i don't think my coach will let me stay on the team if i fail another quiz like that 0.05% grade decrease might be the end of my career"

you start tutoring him not because you're super confident about your calc skills, but because 1) you're better than him at least 😂and 2) it's a free excuse to hang out with him after school

you guys have your first tutoring sessions over discord vc btw like LOSERS

"can you hear me okay"

"..."

"dude you're muted"

IT WAS BAD

he's got the popular guy on the outside, an absolute loser on the inside persona

like he's lowkey a romantically awkward dude

but once he got to know you a bit more from your 1 on 1 time (still on discord.) you guys got really close!

would talk shit together right before basketball matches too

"[name] make sure to start booing when the other team shows up because unfortunately i think they're actually really good"

you're really passionate about how the other schools have horrible players (regardless of stats) and love to narrate a play-by-play with heeseung after the match is over

he finally confessed to you after a whole business year (jake and riki were about to dox their private dms by then)

you guys are like those stereotypical high school movie it couples, where it seems like two gorgeous popular people fell in love

they don't need to know he's just a hopeless romantic!!

박종성 — park jongseong

blue ink, keyboard clicks, shared laughs, handwritten notes, guitar strings

you thought he was pretty intimidating at first ngl

first day of school and he has a whole pre-established friend group, somehow found a table to sit at, has an effortless air going for him

you were paired up with him for a group project in history and

god help this man is SO straightforward and to the point

"ok so i'll do this part and you can do those parts. let me know if you have questions."

insert working in SILENCE for the next hour and a half

at least you two got your work done though!

but then, as an icebreaker in the last ten minutes of class you asked:

"oh... so, uh, do you ever wonder how liquid soap was invented?"

girl wtf!

your internal thought processing was like ??? damn who said that??? before you realized it was YOU

fortunately for you, jay was not completely weirded out!

he even looked a bit interested!

VERY interested, actually!

and that's how he began google searching like crazy, pulling up a million wikipedia articles and scouring the internet to answer your question

because how did you know he was curious about that too!

he really went from 0 to 100 and wdym you thought this man was cold and stoic

he became a d1 yapper for a solid ten minutes, up until the second the bell rang

he was even subconsciously walking with you to your lunch spot, STILL talking about william sheppard and that day in 1865

when he stops and finally realizes where he is, he actually blinks a bit before asking if you had joined any lunchtime clubs

and you were like oh yeah!! i'm in guitar club

he looked at you with the biggest heart eyes at that tbh

HE WAS IN LOVE

wdym your interests were perfectly aligned???? was he in a soulmates au

fast forward three months, and he seriously thinks he's found The One

confesses to you after playing guitar!! and he wrote a handwritten letter too with a cheeky reference to that one liquid soap conversation that started it all

you never feel like you're being "too weird" when you're with him and you two can always be your candid goofy selves with each other :))

심재윤 — sim jaeyun

muji pens, fond eye rolls, sharing books, lunch dates, lattes, TI-84s

you already saw this one coming

physics lover jake, but you've deemed physics your number one opp

HOW can this man go "i love this subject so much omg" after you've just gotten your third 72% in a row?!

it's not like you weren't smart (the class average was a 55)

and it's not like you hated the subject itself

okay maybe you did

but you just thought there were so many other alternatives other than physics to fawn over as a favorite subject. like. ANY other subject

one day, you're seated next to jake in calc and he just turns to you and starts talking out of NOWHERE

he’s like wow isn’t this so interesting? calc is like a hobby of mine!!

and you’re like boy stfu??? i’m literally struggling how is this your pastime 

poor guy just wanted to make small talk and impress you with stuff he thought you were interested in… which is academics 

fast forward to that afternoon in history though, and tests are passed back

you're a certified humanities girl, so you got an 100!!! academic weapon

jake, however..... is kind of an academic shield in this case

on the midterm, he had written that the victorian era ended in 1592, and filled in everything else he didn't know with "mansa musa" because it was the only thing he retained from ap world

maybe you genuinely felt really bad for hating on him when he had struggles of his own, or maybe you felt really nice that day, or maybe you were secretly hoping to get to know him more....

either way, you don't know what came over you when you tapped on his shoulder

you missed how his eyes widened a bit when he turned around, and how he looked genuinely shocked that you were talking to him in an initiated conversation! maybe his rizz was working! (maybe it was)

"there's a method that i use to memorize terms that i could teach you, if you want"

IF HE WANTS??? he would've literally jumped with joy if the paper in front of him wasn't such a nuclear bomb to his gradebook

so that's how you suddenly started spending all your lunches sitting with jake at an empty table together

he tutors you back for physics and math too, so it's fair

and DAMN it works

suddenly you two are all-rounder academic weapons???? he has your back for STEM, you have his back for humanities

like that's literally a power couple right there.

only one problem.

you aren't a couple!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you confess to him after one of your study sessions, by plotting a heart on the desmos graphing calculator using the equations that he taught you

it was super cute!!

he was literally the proudest and happiest man alive he teared up a bit (he would never admit it though)

and NOW you guys are the campus power couple

“babe look at this!” and he's waving at you with his 100 on the history final

he actually started jumping and hugging you (embarrassingly) when you found out you got a 94% average in physics at the end of the semester, giving you an A in the class

you were so shocked when you opened your report card that you didn't even register it until you heard jake go "YOOO OH MY GOD BABE THAT'S INSANE I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT YESSS I'M SO PROUD OF YOU"

well maybe thanks to jake the subject isn't so bad now!

박성훈 — park sunghoon

big school, comfortable silence, convenience stores, headphones, lingering gazes

the "everything kinda sucks here, except you" type of plot

sunghoon tries to stay out of the spotlight, keeping to himself with his head down, hood up, and headphones on

you're not really sure when you met him first actually, but you're both the same type of people where you're just going through the motions

you intrigued him though-- maybe it was the slightly melancholic look in your eyes? or maybe it was the way you purse your lips when you find a particularly hard question on the worksheets in class

either way, he finds himself wanting to get to know you more

funnily enough, he sees you at the convenience store after school as he walks home, and his feet start walking him in your direction

you see him first, and give him a smile and a little wave-- and sunghoon waves back without even thinking about it

that was the entire interaction that day, but sunghoon keeps replaying that part when you smiled and waved at him

why can't he stop thinking about it?

some things definitely changed too-- you start saying hi to him in the hallways at school, you turn to sunghoon to ask questions in class, and you seem to brighten up whenever you see him

you guys start to have conversations, starting with simple small talk, then moving to longer, more random dialogue where you both just say whatever comes to mind

the two of you become so close that you decide to walk to and from school together, since you found out that you only live a couple blocks away

sunghoon likes to place his headphones over your ears to show you new songs every morning, and you like to share earbuds in the afternoon to walk home together

he also starts to slip little notes about his day in your backpack before you go your separate ways in the neighborhood, signing off with a little p.s. to meet him at the park before sunset

it takes him SO long to muster up the courage to confess to you because he keeps thinking you'd say no

but when he finally does, all his fears melt away because you looked at him in such a soft way

he's actually reminded of why he fell for you in the first place

because with you, there’s no judgment from the outside world in the little bubble that you’ve created with him

it's just the two of you against the world <3

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[keferon]

Snowbot/Monster hunter Shockwave: *probably smells like lavender or something* Yeah that's nice ^v^

Mecha/Spellbound Shockwave: *Stands three feets away with a spray bottle in hand* DO NOT TOUCH ME!!

Spellbound Shockwave would be so unbelievably sad if you were treating him like that.

How could you see him being like this and not want to give him a big warm hug?