#but the second i open PS i just lose interest

[dropped-their-sniper]

KÖNIG - ANONYMOUS

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[davidtennantgenderenvy]

eternal youth is overrated - a good omens one shot

Summary: Heartbreak and loneliness have left Crowley marked in more ways than one. Aziraphale helps him see that this isn’t such a bad thing.

NOTES: I’ve always had a bit of a bittersweet fascination with aging (David Tennant’s crows’ feet make me emo in ways I cannot hope to describe), with the sadness but also the beauty inherent in it, and I thought it could be interesting to bring this idea to good omens. The concept was “what if Crowley started getting grey hairs after Aziraphale leaves, if, over time, his physical appearance subconsciously changed to reflect his mental state?” The fact that I wrote this as a 19 year old honestly just shows how much I need therapy, but it was honestly incredibly cathartic to work through some of my own mental struggles via Crowley in this fic. Aziraphale’s pov was equally fun to write, as I basically just got to write how he feels about Crowley based on what I feel about David (lol). Hope you enjoy my first Good Omens one shot- I may or may not make an A03 account if it gets enough engagement, I’m honestly pretty proud of it! Special thanks to my wonderful partner in crime @flyingfluse for providing some much needed inspiration!

PS: The title is actually from a song I wrote called Grow Old With Me (hopefully will be available someday fingers crossed)

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It had been a year.

Nothing to a demon, really. In the vast expanse of six thousand years on earth, not to mention the innumerable eons Before The Beginning, a year didn’t count for much more than a blip. But heartbreak is a funny thing. Time, for Crowley, now seemed to pass in a much more human fashion- the year that had elapsed since Aziraphale’s return to heaven, a year devoid of anything resembling laughter or joy, a year spent largely either sleeping or stewing in self-loathing, had seemed longer than the past hundred combined.

Crowley’s gaze blearily wandered to the rearview mirror of the Bentley. His reflection, as everything seemed to these days, mocked him.

Those sickly yellow eyes, reminding him of all he was and all that he could never be, like the sulfur he had been cast into all those millenia ago. On his worst days, it was like he could still feel it, eating away at him from the inside out, decaying his soul and with it, his body. It carved shadows into his cheeks and circles beneath his eyes, deep and dark as caverns. It rose in his throat until he choked on it, leaving his voice hoarse and acrid. It spewed out of him onto everything and everyone, every time he opened his mouth, an acidic bile of rage and bitterness.

He had been destroyed and rebuilt over and over through the millenia, and the product was a rough, hardened callus of a being, like a patch of skin that had been picked at too many times. He felt grotesque, untouchable, damaged- there would be no point to pursuing any new connections when no one would understand, nor why would they want to, when he seemed to turn everything he held to ashes? 

A ray of sunlight leaked through the window of the Bentley, catching upon Crowley’s hair, revealing it to be littered with strands of grey, collecting dust-like in his copper mane. How the mighty have fallen, he thought bitterly. Falling, always falling, like leaves in autumn, their color draining as their forms grow brittle and they become one with the earth. From dust they were made, and to dust, they shall return.

Perhaps in a year, he would be dust too. What would he care?

Demons didn’t naturally age, or so he had thought. But loneliness seemed to have made a mortal out of Crowley, centuries of it crashing down upon his corporation, wearing it to the bones, etching his torment into his skin. He could always just miracle any part of himself back to the way it was, reverse all this damned erosion… but what would it matter? Why even try to keep his hair from losing its color when all the color had drained from his life the second his angel had left it?

He felt so, so old.

A single, desperate sob escaped Crowley’s mouth, cracking out of him like splintering firewood.

As he weeped against the steering wheel, the Bentley switched on its radio in sympathy. 

I’ve walked too long in this lonely lane,

I’ve had enough of this same old game.

I’m a man of the world, they say that I’m strong,

But my heart is heavy and my hope is gone.

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    The demon lay curled in Aziraphale’s lap, clinging to his chest as a snake might in search of warmth. It clutched at Aziraphale’s soul to see Crowley this vulnerable, the swaggering and smirking stripped away to reveal a heart in desperate need of care and healing- a task Aziraphale considered his greatest duty and greatest pleasure, for he knew Crowley would do the same for him. 

    Aziraphale ran his fingers through Crowley’s hair, earning a deep sigh from his beloved, whose brows turned up in fragile, stirring comfort. He loved doing this, both to see how much his touch moved Crowley and because he simply loved his hair itself. Bold, striking, an instant head-turner, just like everything else about him. It was now the longest it had been since biblical times, falling in elegant waves past his shoulders. But oh, something else was different… it was streaked now with rivers of silver, gathering in deltas at his temples. It lit a familiar flame in Aziraphale’s chest; that bittersweet blend of desire and sympathy.

    “You’ve changed your hair, I see”, he said softly. 

     Crowley takes a labored swallow, strain and self consciousness seeping into his face. Whatever he says next, it’s clear that the admission is going to cost him.

     “When you left, I suppose I… let myself wither away.” His voice is lodged deep in his throat, thick and murky, leaking out of him like tar, a sound from the depths of his own personal hell. “Oh, Aziraphale…” he exhales, and it’s one of the most poignant Aziraphale has ever heard.  “I’m so tired. So worn down. So bloody ancient.”

      “So am I, my dear,” he says, trying to come across more soothing than concerned.

     “Yes, but you still shine in the same way you did all those millenia ago… still so bright, so soft.  I’m all tarnished and rusted up… I don’t know how you still want to touch me.”

     Aziraphale gazed down into Crowley’s eyes, piercing and pleading and fragile, like shattered stained glass. At his craggy, rough-hewn cheeks, all bones and edges he’d happily cut himself on to caress. At the deep, deep lines around his eyes, carved there by every grin and grimace and longing and ache. And oh, the silver in his hair… it suited him so, both rejecting and combining black and white with a color all his own. It wasn’t normal for immortal bodies, ethereal or occult, to bear the marks of time and experience as Crowley’s has. But then, Crowley was never an ordinary demon, or angel, was he? No, he was something far more exquisite. 

    “Oh, but I do… I  do…” Affection surges through Aziraphale as he kisses every crease and wrinkle, every scar and every glorious grey, every sign that his dear Crowley has lived. He feels Crowley’s hands winding through his hair in response and kisses those too, those eloquent, spindly fingers and calloused palms…

   “Crowley, my most cherished books… the covers are peeling, the pages are torn or yellowed with age… so why would you be any different?” His heart seizes up, his voice breaking a bit. “I have seen the fire and rain rage within you for so long, and I have seen the marks they have left upon you, and each one is precious to me. You know how I love to read… Why would I not want to see the story of my beloved written upon their face? My 

dear old serpent, my survivor…you don’t have to fight anymore…”

     He pulls Crowley tightly to his chest, drawing the tension from his shoulders and back before cupping the sides of his face as Crowley stares back, looking overwhelmed and old and so, so beautiful. “I want you exactly as you are. Rough and hard and frayed at the edges… you will never be too much of any of these things for me. In fact…” A slightly wicked twinkle forms in his eye as he smiles pointedly at Crowley: “They make you more tempting to me than ever.”

    Crowley processes this for a moment. “Well…” he croaks out, that hint of playful snark finding its way back into his throaty timbre, “I suppose there is something to be said for… shades of grey.” Aziraphale laughs, remembering the words he himself said to Crowley all those years ago, on the same night he realized just how much he adored him.

   Crowley smiles, that crooked, twisted, perfectly imperfect smile that Aziraphale missed, his eyes crinkling magnificently at the corners. “Kiss me,” he whispers, and Aziraphale is happy to oblige. Happy that Crowley, bold, fierce, independent Crowley, could finally let his guard down, could finally embrace that all of his scars and imperfections, every mark of time upon his face, everything he ever thought made him damaged and ugly only made him more beautiful in his sight.

[khaleesiofalicante]

I'm willing to pay cash to see Anjali's reaction upon receiving the "complaint" letter from Arthur. Also, the conversation with Rafael about deciding to fund the tech for his school.

Something I've noticed so far In the new LBAF timeline is, that Max has become so much similar in character to Alec's. The way he's parenting and communicating with the kids.. its very much like Alec. It's hot. It's mature. It's beautiful.

I accept payments in the form of Lewis Hamilton Thirst Traps :)

PS - Your observation about Max's parenting is >>>

“Are you in there?”

“Yeah!”

She leaned into Cami’s bathroom and sighed. “Rafael. I’ve told you to let her handle it.”

Her husband, who was leaning into the tub and wiping at it furiously, didn’t even bother to turn around to answer. “The drain got clogged again. How much hair does she lose when she showers?”

“She can unclog her own drain next time,” Anjali rolled her eyes. “Can you come out for a minute? I need to talk to you.”

“Just a second, amor, I need to let the baking soda sit for a minute-”

“It’s about the New York Institute.”

The blue latex gloves came off immediately as the man rushed to wash his hands and came out of the bathroom. “What happened?”

Anjali pressed a soft kiss to his lips first. Just because she wanted to. Just because he deserved it. He deserved all the love and appreciation. He needed to know that. Especially with everything going on. 

Anjali sat on the edge of her daughter’s bed and held out the fire message. “This came in earlier today.”

Rafael’s brown eyes scanned the contents the letter carefully. 

She’d been at a meeting with the auditors when the fire message appeared in front of her, thankfully she was always glamoured at office. 

She read it twice and then spent the next ten minutes wondering if it was a prank. A quick chat with one of her colleagues in admin revealed that mundanes did indeed cut up open frogs in biology class. 

She almost felt as if nephilim were better. 

Then she remembered that nephilim used to do that to downworlders not very long ago, and so no, nephilim weren’t any better. 

Maybe everyone just sucked. Except for her Rafael.

“Well,” Rafael said when he finished reading, and neatly folded the letter. “What do you think?”

“He spelt positively as paw-sitively,” Anjali pointed out. “This school obviously needs all the help it can get.”

Rafael chuckled tiredly, pulling the edges of the letter which had traces of glitter. “Do you think Max knows about this?”

“Honestly?” She asked and shook her head. “I don’t think he would’ve allowed it.”

“He’s a proud man,” Rafael mumbled. 

“He’s a pig,” Anjali replied, still a little hurting because Max didn’t attend Arjun’s rune ceremony. Even after Anjali has specifically asked him to. “A stubborn pig we love.”

“He used to be like this,” Rafael said, chuckling softly again, unfolding the letter. “He was always kind to animals.”

“He never got a pet?” Anjali asked, wondering why she had never asked that question before.

Rafael chuckled properly and shook his head. “Chairman Meow likes being an only child.”

Anjali smiled at that and touched the man’s arm. “I’m thinking of helping him out. It shouldn’t be too difficult. Some of our donors are interested in working with private schools.”

“Okay,” Rafael nodded quietly. 

“Are you okay?” she asked him carefully. 

“He’s in high school,” Rafael said, clutching the fire message tightly. “I’ve missed a lot, haven’t I?”

“They’ve missed a lot too, Rafael,” she reminded him gently.

“I just hope the next time we’re all in the same room isn’t at a funeral,” Rafael sighed. 

“Whose funeral?”

“Does it matter?" Rafael sighed again and managed a smile. For her. The way he often did even when he was hurting. He’s gotten a lot better at it over the last few years. “Thanks for sorting this out. I’m gonna finish cleaning up.”

“Rafael?” Anjali called. “Should we tell Max about this?”

“The donation?”

“Yes.”

Rafael exhaled and shook his head. “He doesn’t have to know.”

“Maybe it would help to know.”

“I don’t want him to think I’m trying to cosy up to him with money, Anjali,” Rafael said in frustration. 

“From what I hear, your brother is doing just fine making his own money,” Anjali hummed. 

“Don’t listen to Clave gossip.”

“Even if it’s from your father?”

Rafael pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please don’t tell Max.”

“Is it because you don’t want him to know you’re helping him or is it because you want him to reach out to you first?” Anjali asked. 

Rafael opened his mouth and closed it. “This bath tub is not going to clean itself.”

“You’re a proud pig too, you know!” She called out after him. 

“Well, you married this proud pig,” he yelled back from the bathroom.

He still cared a lot. She knew that. He always will. 

He didn’t give back the fire message to her after all. 

+ Bonus - Arthur’s Letter to Anjali. 

Dear Aunt Anjali,

I wanted to talk to you about something that's hopping around my heart like a little bunny. You see, in my freshmen biology class, we're about to do a frog dissection. Apparently, it's part of the curriculum. That’s not very nice, is it? I’m sure you agree with me. My daddy and papa say you are very smart! 

I was thinking about Devlin Corp and the super cool 4D technology you have. Wouldn't it be pawsitively amazing if we could use that cool tech to explore the mysteries of life without hurting any innocent animals? 

Everyone keeps saying it doesn’t matter because they’re already dead. But if we can’t even be nice to dead things, then that’s very scary. 

I totally get that this is a tadpole of an idea, but if you could consider it, it would mean the world to me and, hopefully, to all the little froggies out there.

Love,  Arthur x 

[okkalo]

otoya x reader

genres: angst, friends-to-heartbreak(?idk)

tw: implied cheating

howilovehimbuthe’sacheatingasshole

ps. super unedited

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you knew otoya. you knew him and his obsession to latch his mouth onto any girl who showed interest.

you knew.

you knew he wouldn’t waste a single second before doing so, his body so much faster than his mind.

the amount of girls he’s kissed while dating another, you knew it all. you’ve witnessed them all, over and over.

otoya eita didn’t care about love, you knew.

yet you still fell.

with years of seeing him everyday, how could you not? you always argued, trying to make sense of why your stupid heart fell for an even stupider guy—yes it’s a word!

he was just always so lovably dumb, making jokes over and over. sometimes he would even smile over something—usually you but you never noticed—and the smile of his was so, so enchanting.

but you hid it well, knowing better than to make yourself a prey of his. knowing better than to set yourself up for heartbreak and an ex-best friend. his own best friend, so deeply in love with him.

“yo, y/n, smell my breath.” otoya sneaks up on you, his breath tickling your neck. you immediately jump, turning around to meet his eyes.

he was getting ready for a date, and here you were being his best friend helping him tidy himself up. before you even had a chance to contort your face in confusion he breathed his hot breath right into your face.

“ew, warn me before you do that,” you cringed, backing away in attempt to flee the hit zone of his breath.

“i just did, how does it smell?” he replies back deadpanned, eyes flickering to your cute attempt of an escape. you take a brief second to readjust yourself before poking your head closer to sniff his breath. he gave another huff of his breath, green eyes watching you close your eyes as your nostrils showed a small flare.

“it smells different than usual, is it a different type of mint? it’s good, i like it,” you back up once again, opening your eyes to scan the man in front of you, casual as ever.

“yeah, the one you told me to get last time,” he replied, eyes meeting yours as he sniffed in, smelling the remaining scent of your perfume.

why’s he thinking like this right now?

you stood aware of the way his eyes catch onto your lips, heart painfully swelling.

oh how you long for him to kiss you.

“shouldn’t you be going now? or are you wanting to be late as always,” you spoke up, hoping to clear the awkward air in the room.

“you smell good,” he replied back, derailing the conversation back to you in this moment. once his eyes saw you staring back at his lips he knew you didn’t want him to leave.

that’s all he needed to know before going in to hook your lips together. you, all too compliant immediately followed his rhythm, your heart viciously jumping up and down in response. you loved this. you loved him.

but you knew otoya.

this moment, you’ve waited for forever, years of built of love for him. your heart speaks for your joy.

but you knew otoya.

a frown made it’s way on your lips, losing the rhythm of the oh-so-perfect kiss. otoya noticed, parting from you to figure out what happened. you were crying. patient eyes he’s known for years suddenly glassy and full of grief.

“what’s wrong? did’ja not like the kiss?” he asks, his slit of eyes scanning every part of you, not exactly sure what he had done.

“no…no.” you frantically answer, you had loved the kiss. “i just—i know you won’t stay.” your voice breaks as you try to even out your breathing, your sad sad eyes meeting his neutral ones.

he knew what you meant. he knew he wouldn’t stay either.

he knew he couldn’t say anything in that moment, knowing he couldn’t lie to you. silence overtook the room, the only disturbance to it was your sniffles.

you knew exactly what that silence meant.

“i gotta go now. good luck on your date.”

he knew he had lost you.

[deancaskiss]

hiiii y’all! it’s bex jasmine and i’m back with a whole new url and theme! <3 it’s time for the kissing era!

😇 angelcaswinchester >>>> 💋 deancaskiss 😘

(ps, i loved the angel url too much to not use it, so now my backup blog is @angelcaswinchester and my main blog is @deancaskiss)

I promised I’d be back when I had some new writing to share with you all.

well, surprise! I don’t just have one, but two new fics to share with y’all today!

below, i’m going to share a snippet of each fic with a link to both of them on ao3. I hope yall like them! one of them is a new installment of the 50 kisses series and the other is a destiel tumblr!au <3

a little distraction (part of the destiel 50 kisses series) -

Cas tried to pay attention to the movie, he really did, but it was late, and the way Dean was trailing his lips across Cas’ neck was far too distracting for even an Angel of the Lord to ignore. “You’re doing that deliberately,” Cas muttered, reaching for the remote and only managing to catch the volume button instead of the power button.

“Doing what?” Dean asked, breath ghosting along the vein in Cas’ neck as he slowly brushed his nose along the underside of Cas’ jawline.

“That,” Cas huffed, even though his hand slipped around Dean’s waist to pull him closer.

“Oh, this?” Dean mumbled, ghosting the shape of his smile along Cas’ chin before settling at the corner of Cas’ mouth. “Don’t tell me the Great Castiel can be distracted with a few simple kisses,” Dean teased, his lips fitting against the side of Cas’ mouth.

“S’alittle more than simple kisses,” Cas muttered, tilting his head and sighing softly when Dean’s lips connected fully with his own. Cas could feel Dean grinning against his lips, and the kiss was barely more than their mouths brushing together as Cas smiled, too.

Dean pulled back a fraction of an inch, bumping their noses together before closing the gap to kiss Cas properly. And God, even after all this time, it still felt just as electrifying and utterly exquisite as their first kiss. “Is this distracting?” Dean mumbled, slipping one leg between Cas’ thighs as he straddled Cas’ lap.

“Mmm,” Cas hummed, slipping a hand under the back of Dean’s shirt, until his fingers could trail along warm skin. The movement caused Dean to shudder, and Cas felt a smile bloom across his own lips as the vibration trembled along his Grace.

Read the rest on ao3!

AND! A BONUS SECOND STORY!

Are @impala67​ and @angelbeekeeper dating? (a destiel tumblr!au) -

Admittedly, Dean should’ve known better than to trust his brother’s judgment. Signing up to join this website was a bad idea. A really really bad idea.

He was far too old for this. Mid-30s, single, with an obsession with vintage cars and cooking in his spare time. Honestly, there wasn’t much going for him when he put it like that. So what did he have to lose by creating this account?

“It’ll be good for you, Dean. You’ll find great recipes there to cook, and I’m sure you’ll find an account or two that has some vintage car stuff, too,” Sam had said, as if it were that easy.

That little bitch.

Sign up for Tumblr, Sam said. You’ll enjoy it, he said.

Yeah right.

Now, as Dean sat with his cursor over the username bar, the box waiting for him to type in his suggestion for a name, he was very much regretting having put his email into this site. Was it too late to turn back now?

Alright. You know what. Screw it. What harm could there be in making the account? It’s not like anyone who knew him would know about it anyway.

Typing in the only username he knew he’d remember, Dean hit enter and watched as the box lit green and a new page opened up.

‘Welcome to Tumblr, @impala67 ’ popped up on the screen.

“Well, that was easy,” Dean muttered to himself, following along with the setup steps and following a few basic blogs that fit his interests. Pictures and videos started to fill his dashboard, and Dean raised an eyebrow as a picture of a classic Mercedes appeared at the top of the screen. Huh. Not a bad looking car. Maybe he could use this site as a way to match-up cars he was currently fixing up to get them looking up-to-par again.

Maybe this site wouldn’t be such a waste after all.

Read the rest on ao3!

[katythebigbeefymoth]

Pupetter

A Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader fanfic

An 18+ fanfiction- Minors DNI- All characters are over 18

Summary: As a college student, money is hard to come by. So you sit at bars rich men frequent and await your following catch. Men usually get to you before you can finish ordering your first drink, but tonight something, or someone, else has got your eyes

A/N: I said I would write a Rodrick fanfic, but the plot is so complicated, so this is like a pure smut break. Technically not the first fanfic I’ve written, but the first I have posted. I AM FERAL FOR THIS MAN!!! I’m VERY open to criticism, just be respectful and enjoy! (ps: I’m considering taking requests, so leave some if you want to.)

Every night feels the same.

Do your makeup and hair, and wear something provocative but not too crass.

You try to go to different bars every night, but rich guys mostly go to the ones on the outskirts, so you stay there.

The pay is way more than any other job for a full-time college student. It’s more than enough to pay for all your school-related expenses, and sometimes you even take your friends out for dinner. They know what you do, but they don’t judge, especially since most live off of dollar-store noodles. And you don’t mind the job either. The sex is fine, and the pay is amazing.

This night is no different than yesterday or the day before. You sit at the bar, and before you finish your first cocktail, a young-looking guy approaches you. He’s not very handsome, but it’s all the same as long as he is rich.

“Hey Angel, let me pay for your drink.” He says.

You explain your financial struggles in a way that makes you sound stupid and naive, and as a result, he fakes sympathy and offers to help you. At first, you felt terrible for lying to them, but if a ring isn’t stopping them, why should it stop you?

“Help me how?” You say, looking up at him. The wide eyes looking up and pursed lips are a classic.

“Well…” He starts, but he quickly loses your interest. You're not unfamiliar with the feeling of being looked at, but something felt different.

You look over his shoulder and see a man looking at you. He is sitting on a couch near a coffee table in the corner. The dim lighting makes it hard to see his face, but you can make out some of his sharp features. He is wearing a white button-up shirt that fits him just right, but he could be wearing anything else and still look captivating. He paired the shirt with black pants and shoes. The only other distinctive feature about him was his eyes. So deep and tempting that you can’t look away. Your mind starts to wonder what a night with him would look like.

Often when you have sex, it's like your mind leaves your body, and your eyes watch from the corner of the room as you bend, moan, and grind. All fake, of course. It’s like your body is a doll, and you are a puppeteer. You are contorting your body in a way that will please your audience. That audience is oblivious men. But he looks different. If you got to spend a night with him, you would savor every moment and get lost in the high or pleasure. Just thinking about it is making you hot.

You have been looking at him for what seems like seconds, but the man in front of you has caught on and is trying to get your attention back.

“So, does 5,000 sound good dear?” He asks.

“Uh huh…” You respond, looking back at his face but not processing what he asked.

“Great, I’ll make it worth your while.” He leans towards you and starts placing kisses on your neck. You pull back, startled, and excuse yourself.

“Sorry, I’ll be right back.” You stand and scurry off to the restroom.

When you get there, you slam your purse in the sink and look at yourself in the mirror. What the hell has gotten into you? Why did you just run away from $5000!? Your face is flushed, and after you enter the stall, you realize you are soaking wet. What are you, a virgin? Good lord, get a hold of yourself! You’re returning to give that man a good time, take your pay, and go home.

But when you go back out, he’s gone.

Damn it.

You sigh and sit at the bar again. Having to put in double the effort wasn’t something you were looking for tonight.

“I'll have a sex on the beach, please.” You say. The bartender nods and starts working on it.

As you wait for your drink, you look around to see if that man who robbed you of tonight’s salary is still looking at you. But when you turn, he is also gone. You can't help a frown when you acknowledge that all your daydreaming was for nothing.

“Here you go.” You take your drink and down half of it at once. Maybe it's the drink or the hour, but something has got you rethinking your life choices. When did sex become a transaction? You remember when a man first offered you money for a “good time.” You were partying with a couple of friends when a guy your age approached you. He was cute, and had he asked to take you out on a date, you would have accepted. Now, plenty of “good times” later, you start feeling defeated. Is this all I'll ever be? You take another sip. A quick fuck when rich guys get tired of their wives?

“Excuse me?” A deep voice says from behind you.

“Yes?” You turn around, startled. After swallowing the knot building up in your throat, you wipe away the tears at the corners of your eyes. He's back. That man who stole your $5000 is back. And he's caught you at your worst moment. While he looks straight out of a fragrance commercial, you probably look like a pathetic, sad mess.

“I was looking at you from over there, and I uh... I thought you looked lonely.” He sounds scary, but something about his mannerisms is so damn inviting. He must be joking or stupid to think a girl like you could be lonely. Did he not just see that man trying to give you a hickey in the middle of a high-class bar? You look at him for a few seconds, trying to get words out but failing. His face looks skeptical when you don’t answer.

“I'm sorry; I didn't mean to bother you. I'll go.” He says and starts to walk away. You reach for his arm to stop him from leaving.

“No, don't leave. Who are you?” you say. You are going to show this man how lonely you are. You place a hand on his knee and lean towards him. His Adam's apple bobs up and down, telling you he noticed.

“My name is Miguel. What's yours?” He asks with a subtle smirk on his lips. He understands what game you are playing, and it looks like he is more than pleased to play with you.

You think to yourself for a second. “You can call me doll.”

“Oh yeah?” He muses.

Something about him calling you doll doesn’t seem half bad.

“Well, doll, you can call me Miguel” He says.

Not bad at all.

As soon as the elevator doors close, your mouth meets his. You can't even blame him. There is something between you two that is electric. During the ride here, it has severely challenging to keep your hands off him, which is why your bodies were impossibly close when Miguel asked you to dance, and why he held onto your thigh the whole ride to his apartment. His tongue tastes of liquor as it hits yours. You stumble into his room and throw him on the bed.

You start your usual show. You are teasing him by taking your sweet time playing with the straps of your dress.

His eyes follow your every move, zeroed in on the slit running up the length of your leg and stopping at your thigh.

You trace your hands all over your body. Starting at your neck, moving to your breast, then to your waist, lowering more to your thighs until you are to your heels, unhooking them, and tossing them across the room. Miguel’s jaw relaxes, eyes glazed over watching you. You climb over him, straddling him but not touching down yet. You can see the pressure building up in his boxers.

He looks at you as you bite down your lip.

“What do you think you are doing?” He asks, chuckling.

“What, you never done foreplay before?” You ask, confused.

“Let me tell you something, doll,” he says slowly. “You seem like a giver. I bet all you do is give, give, and give. And all those stupid men do is take.” He puts his hands on your waist, pulling you closer and tracing kisses down your neck and towards your chest as he continuously murmurs. “ I want to show you what it feels like to take.” he starts sucking on the delicate skin, and you let your head fall back to give him access. A small moan escapes you, and it's refreshing not having to fake it.

“I want you to use me.” He lifts one hand from your waist and starts trailing your thighs.

“Use me like I’m yours.” He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

He picks you up and puts you back on your wobbly feet. He then pushes you against the wall gently. He is towering over you, his broad shoulders blocking you from seeing anything but him. Everything he does turns you on. No one has ever had this effect on you. He is huge, and this might be part of the reason.

He could crush you with just one hand, yet every time he touches you, he's gentle. It's almost like he is afraid he might break you. But, my god, you wish he would.

“Tell me what you want.” He says.

“I want you to worship me,” you say. “Please me.” you smile, grabbing the side of his face and pulling him down for a kiss. This one has no rush but instead passion.

He pulls away but keeps his face close to yours as he whispers, “Hm, I can do that for you.” He says, looking at you with dark eyes.

His hand travels up your thigh until it reaches your pantie line; you start whining as his thumb circles your clit over the thin fabric.

“Please.” You beg, grinding into his hand.

“C’mon, baby. Ride my hand.” He pulls the lace down and circles your entrance.

You are sopping wet, and he wastes no time slipping a finger inside you. You grind against it, desperate for more. Progressively you start getting louder, whinier. He leans towards your ear, and the deep groans from the back of his throat as he marks you are driving you insane. As he puts his fingers in you, the sounds coming from the two of you are beyond lewd. Clapping, heavy breathing, and wet slapping are all you can hear over your wild heartbeat and the groans coming from him.

You feel hot all over. Pressure starts building at the pit of your stomach. For the second time tonight, you feel like a virgin. He is making you question whether or not you have ever had proper sex before. Has anyone ever made you come this quick? No, but he's about to if he keeps hitting and kissing your neck while hand-fucking you.

Your moans have gotten louder, but you couldn't care less. You are getting lost in the feeling of Miguel’s fingers deep inside you.

“You like that baby? You are going to cum all over my hand” The filthy things he says in your ear only push you over the edge more. “God, look at you, squirting all over my hand, you needy whore.”

He makes sure never to lose eye contact with you as he finger-fucks you. For a second, he takes his fingers out, making you whine at the loss of stimulation. But then he gets on his knees, and still not looking away from you, he buries his face between your thighs. He kisses and bites them as he approaches your pussy, which is aching with the need to be stuffed with him again.

“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby.”He says.

His tongue finally makes contact with your clit with a slow suck that makes your body tense. Every time you look down to see him, he is looking up at you with his lustful eyes. You grind into him as he starts getting faster. He is practically holding the entire weight of your body on his arms and face. And he seems to be enjoying it too.

“Oh fuck!” You are practically screaming by this point, and if you weren’t too busy having the best sex of your life, you would feel bad for his neighbors.

Your hands tangled between his hair, give you a perfect view of his lustful face.

He puts two fingers back inside you and curls them at just the right angle. You feel a new wave of heat and pleasure washes through your body. You ride his face as you cum, ensuring you get all the pleasure you can. Your climax crashes into you like a wave making your legs numb, leaving him to support you up the wall. His face looks so fucking pretty after you just came all over it. Your juices are making a mess everywhere like you have never seen before.

Your body is still spasming as he gets up and kisses you, supporting your body with both his hands on your ass. You kiss back, not knowing how to thank him in words for what he made you feel.

“You taste so fucking good, doll.” He says in a raspy voice.

You giggle against his lips, “Thanks,” you say, still trying to catch your breath.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him back in. As you kiss him, you touch something hard with your leg. Knowing you have this effect on him is making you want more.

“Ready for more?” You say mischievously, looking up at him again.

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A/N: I thought writing just smut was going to be easy, but omg, I was wrong. I hope you liked it! Let me know if you want a part 2 from Miguel’s POV, where he tells his version of this night (and a little more). This probably has a million mistakes, but again I’m open to criticism as long as it’s respectful, so let me know what you think 🫶

🏷️ @katythebigbeefymoth

[septembersghost]

Omfg.....I am in shambles. AOTG is too good. It has that plot of invisible string with the reference in paper rings fleshed out("without all the exes.........here so tall"). Her vocals 🤯🥵🥵. How could she leave this. This makes me sure that joe also had his share of 'all too wells'. Something she hinted in willow (show me the places where the others gave you scars). And the treat me like a lady😫😫. I feel like the bathroom reference is jake(party bathroom,cry tears mascara in the bathroom,etc..) The ready for it...? reference (I forget their names now).The leaving without saying goodbye part made me think of HS(Mainly because of her AYHTDWS speeches and breakup makeup). It is also important to note that she is not jealous of his exes but she is thankful they made him who he is today. For some reason this song feels like false god sound to me. God!!!! I wanna teach you what forever feels like is such a 'I wanna brainwash you into loving me forever" .

Ps. I feel like I am going to come to your ask box again if I want to scream something . Sorryyy💕💕

i love just reading this and nodding along, and for every argument about why she left it off the record (too many love songs, she uses its themes in other songs, lover was already too long, etc), i have two counterarguments. the first is, she has never actually addressed the concept of being thankful that the other girls in his life existed, because they helped him become who he is, plus the mention of his mom!, and there is something very warm and gracious and newly grown in that concept (i've seen people say this makes it too much like thank u, next, but they're quite different to me?), and, second, IT'S A GREAT SONG!!! WHY CUT THAT GOOD OF A SONG?! AHHHHH

i still think she could've opened the album with it to set the whole scene. iftye is...fine...but the callback to rep isn't entirely necessary and it doesn't do as much for the album's whole concept. imagine starting with the gratitude and then telling the rest of the story, the bookend with daylight, with once believing love was burning red, but it's golden! envision this with me please, it makes me lose it!

there are so many parallels and references to her past experiences, as you pointed out (even to glitch and "dudes who give nothing"), and the idea of "forgetting" can tie into the experience with CH as well. definitely think crying in the bathroom and leaving without saying goodbye are allusions to those relationships you mentioned, and her processing the way they fell apart so sharply contrasted with what she feels with joe. the reason i half-joked that this song would've ended so many arguments years ago is because it gives us an even more whole picture of them, and her maturity and the love they share as partners, it gives us that peek into the fact that he's had his share of heartbreak too, AND it has killer production and amazing vocals. i've been in the TRENCHES for lover and aotg would've simply proven those points!!! that's interesting that it feels like false god to you, i wonder if it would've helped false god feel less out of place sonically to some fans? (i loooove false god btw!) her sincerity and that feeling of contentment in the song too, i just! it's very "all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing" coded too.

another thing the leaks of aotg and need did was remind me how very much i love lover and its heart and the revelations she gave us through it and its soundscape. taylor's description: "Lover is, like, completely just a barn wood floor and some ripped curtains flowing in the breeze, and fields of flowers and, you know, velvet." i feel that SO vividly in these two tracks where i might not in a couple of the songs that did make the album, and i'm curious HOW she made those decisions. (secret unpopular opinion shhh but they reminded me why i actually cherish and prefer the overall sound of lover to midnights. not at all discounting midnights' strengths as a whole, but in my heart, i'd always choose lover.)

she paints such a beautiful portrait of their love and i adore every crumb we get of it, i am a simple hopeless romantic girl! every dead-end street lead you straight to me! because things that feel like endings take you a new path! i love you more!!! 😭

i'm rambling on, but i agree with everything you said, and please don't be sorry, come and scream in excitement to me whenever you want!!! 💖💖💖

[yandere-daze]

Not a request!!! Just a thought;

But will you ever consider writing a full on one-shot of the self aware enstars au? I’ve been reading some of your discussions about it and it’s low-key interesting …I love your work as well so I’m interested in reading your interpretations on it! Because in a lot of yandere stories, it mostly relies on dialogue to tell us all about the character and plot of the story. There’s also physical descriptions of actions which is made very clear cut and just generally straightforward that it is a yandere story. Which I feel like it’s easy to lose interest on such stories because you can usually predict how it’ll go. There’s also the entire POV thing, wether it be 3rd, 1st, or 2nd, I feel like you could use each of these perspectives to throw the readers in a loop. Wether it be being vague to the point everyone is always switching the blame, red herrings with false implications, etc. And I think it’s kinda hard to feel the scary aspect of a yandere story when it’s clearly in front of you. There’s not a lot of room for interpretations for it. I usually like reading a story that’s more “show don’t tell” vibe when it comes to yandere, because as a reader you also feel unnerved not knowing the characters…but they know you, don’t they? But you don’t have to know that yet, don’t lose you head over it silly…It really starts to make you question intentions, second guess, and having to re read each paragraph to find any foreshadowing. Hell, maybe you start to go crazy as well.

Which is why I like the idea of a self aware au, you’d probably just find yourself outright denying everything. That the game is iffy and is worth deleting (aka more complications) or you’d full on always blame the lag or a bug. But specifically self aware au where the mc gets transported into their world, it’d be 100% more harder, considering having to adapt in a new world and slowly realising your entire existence. I feel like it can slowly spiral to an unhinged mc that’s just succumbing to their reality, losing their marbles while at it, and bunch of dudes go crazy for them.

But what do you think of how the mc/reader would react? In a self aware au setting, I think there’s many possibilities and each oprutunity can lead up to some spicy drama lol…

Ps. I love your work! You’ve really worked hard and I hope it continues to pay off! Hope you have a great day <3

First of all, thank you for the very thorough ask, I love seeing what you guys think about certain aspects!

To answer your question, I'd definitely be up for one day writing a one-shot centered around the idea of the yandere self-aware au! All it comes down to is me suddenly getting a good idea on what I could write. The way I go about writing scenarios vs headcanons or rambles is pretty different

For headcanons it's usually good enough to simply start with certain ideas and then it kind of develops from there because I get more ideas as I'm writing and the structure of headcanons or rambles allows me to simply add on any ideas I just had without disrupting the "flow" too much

With scenarios, I usually like to plan out most of what happens beforehand. So I have a certain idea and the steps of what needs to happen in order and at what conclusion I want to end it all on. I can still improvise some of the dialogue or smaller parts but usually I have an outline I need to follow so it all makes sense because it's like an actual story you read from beginning to end that needs to follow a single flowing narrative

It's a lot more work and I need a better idea of what I want to write about, which is why it's usually rarer for me to post a scenario, it just takes a lot of time compared to headcanons.

What I mean to say is that I'm open to the idea of writing a one-shot for the Au, I'm just waiting for the day where an idea suddenly appears in my head and I know exactly what to write. So it may take a while to get to that point but it's definitely not out of the question!

I'm also a fan of "show, don't tell" and subtle foreshadowing and I like trying to incorporate some of that into my writing, though I don't know if I always succeed at that. I particularly throwing in a line and repeating it in the end where it has a different meaning djdjd The "unknown" parts are what keeps me on my toes as I read a yandere story. Of course, having read a lot of these stories over the years you start to get a certain feeling for tropes that might appear so I'm genuinely impressed when something manages to surprise me. I love the slow realization of all the hints the author dropped in the beginning and that it didn't just come out of the blue.

The reader being unaware of what is actually happening, only being able to guess is really interesting and you're right when you say that a self-aware au lends itself well to that!

I feel like no matter how much I think about this kind of AU and how suspicious it would be for a new line to appear or something of the like, irl I would never realize something like that would be happening to be honest djdjdj Like I would sit there and be like " I guess they added a new campaign :)" or think it was some sort of glitch. Knowing of the tropes in writing would not help be in actually realizing the problem if I were in that exact same situation, so I can't blame the readers in these scenarios that only think the app is acting up or something. We as the actual readers might be aware that it's yandere related but no one would actually believe that if they were in the same situation

So yes, the game starts glitching and ominous things happen and yet the player is not aware at all. You just know something is happening but you don't know *what*

But really, imagine something like that happening to you and you're suddenly in the enstars world, you would be so disoriented and scares as hell💀 Like, how would you even get out of there?? How did you get there in the first place?? What is going on??

You'd be so stressed that you'd have an even harder time picking up on any unhealthy behaviors from the characters, too distracted by the fact that you're somehow talking to a living, breathing game character.

Like

Mika: "Oh I'm so so glad to see you! I don't deserve to be in your presence but I would do absolutely anything for you! Just say the word and I will get rid of anyone that bothers you because I love you so much!!"

You: Is that Mika Kagehira from the hit mobile-game Ensemble Stars! Music and Basic, available in the appstore and Google play as well as in qooapp? Oh my god

Like, you're just in utter disbelief that any of this is happening while all the characters go bonkers because you're finally with them. I can definitely see you slowly losing your mind because it's all so surreal and you don't know what to do or who to trust

[tayyemon]

Three Games Announced I am Buying, and One I am Skipping

On September 13th, 2022, Nintendo held a Nintendo Direct Showcase that alluded to some of the games that are planned to release next year! On that note, here are my top three anticipated games, and one I am going to skip out on.

First up is Octopath Traveler 2. Eight more travelers go on a journey to find themselves. Following the response of one of the most popular Nintendo Switch (and arguably Square Enix) games, Octopath Traveler, this sequel was welcomed with open arms, with a fun battle system and an engaging narrative, this game would be hard for me to pass, especially since I loved the first one. The story I am looking forward to the most has to be Agnea's. I love a good drama and Agneas' story to become the best performer in the land sounds like its going to deliver.

Release Date: February 24th, 2023.

Ports: Nintendo Switch, Play Station 4 and 5, Windows via Steam.

Price: $59.99 USD

Second up is going to have to be Enigma Archives: Raincode. This game is a detective game where the main premise is climbing the detectives guild by solving murder cases gone cold. Also, this game was made by the same development team and creator of the iconic Danganronpa, a separate series that is still intensely popular to this day, despite the last mainline release being in 2017. I personally hope that there are homages to Kirigiri and/or Shuuichi, as they were detectives in the Danganronpa series.

Release Date: Q2 2023 (Spring).

Port(s): Nintendo Switch.

Price: TBA

Lastly, but never the least, is Just Dance 2023 Edition. I never really had friends to play with, at least in person, but now that they have an online versus mode, I am willing to check it out, also this game has gotten very popular with streamers so I am willing to check that out! (Also, can't wait for my personal recommendations to be filled with K-pop music for the most part either LOL!).

Release Date: November 22nd, 2022.

Port(s): Nintendo Switch, Playstation 5, X Box Series X/S.

Price: $59.99 USD (if this is too expensive, I anticipate a sale, as it's very easy to find the 'Just Dance' games at almost half price)

And now, for the skip. Also a Square Enix title, is Harvestella. I love a good farming game, and the main premise sounds so interesting (‘surviving the season of death' goes so hard), but when I played the demo, I personally could NOT get past the blurry in game graphics, which many other players had also noticed while playing the demo. Even with great art and an inclusive main character, I want to enjoy the season of death, not lose to it cause it strained my eyes too hard. If they fix the blurriness then yay, I would buy it, but with Square Enix' s track record it doesn't seem likely, so unfortunately I will skip Harvestella for now.

Release Date: November 4th, 2022.

Port(s): Nintendo Switch, Windows Via Steam.

Price: $59.99 USD

What were your thoughts on this list? Have any other games you'd think should have been added? Comment Below!

PS: Fire Emblem Engage is also a game I am looking forward to as well, and quite frankly, may be the push I need to pre order the special edition, or at least ask for it as a birthday present as the game itself releases nine days before my birthday so there's that!

[kazemi-archive]

Okay ghost story time!!! For @unknownspecies and @mattsunkawa cause she was interested too

PS this is long and also it’s all true aha

So when I was 17 and movin into my dorms for the first time I had like 5 roomies in our lil apartment and we joked about it being haunted bc the fridge would make these weird sounds (which we were just fuckin off bc that’s easily explainable) but then previous residents told us they swore it was haunted and then we started to hear tapping in the walls when no one was home too. Basically it was mild so we jokingly named the ghost “Finn” and then said it was attached to this rock on our front porch (bc we lived on the second story and there was no reason for a singular rock to be tucked neatly into the corner of it)

So 18 and movin out of this dorm for summer but we (me and the one friend I was living with again next year) didn’t want to “lose Finn” (THIS WAS STILL A JOKE TO US ATM) so I brought the rock home with me 🤦🏼‍♀️. At home over summer my lights started flickering and like just tapping on the window and stuff and I just wrote it off rlly. Brought the rock to my sophomore year dorm.

Tapping on the fridge started up again (explainable) the front and back doors would slam unexpectedly (explainable-wind pressure) but then—we had a two story apartment that year and we would hear walking down the hallway upstairs when no one was in the hallway. Or the girls upstairs would have someone knock on their door and open it only to find out no one was there. So a little more weird that year. That summer me and my friend from freshman year both forgot the rock there. I only went home for 3 weeks before moving back to school area for my junior year apartment but the rock was gone by then.

So 19–junior year. I lived in my apartment alone for like a month waiting for my roommates to show up. At the time I was working until like 10 every night so I’d get home super late. Now the bathrooms in this apartment were like the shower and toilet were in this small room and then there was a door and then the sinks and then another door (this is important). So one night I was on the phone with my mom when I got home but I really had to pee but didn’t want to talk on the phone while I did. So! I set my phone by the sink and even though it was on speaker I wouldn’t be able to hear her so I said “okay mon gimme one second don’t say anything I won’t be able to hear you” then I shut the door and went to the bathroom. I came back out of the bathroom to the sinks and my mom is just whispering going “why are we whispering?” So I was like “mom I told you not to talk cause I wouldn’t be able to hear you!” And she was like “yeah but then you whispered into the phone ‘shhh we have to whusper’” so clearly I’m like uh no tf I did not. Freaked out thinkin someone was in my house but all the windows and doors were locked and no one else was there.

My roommates showed up about a month later and more weird stuff happened. We’ll refer to them as E and B. Now B was my freshie roomie who originally joked about the ghost with me. She had just finished fixing up her new room and sat down with her back against the wall (the room door in front of her) and decided to facetime her friend from home (M). Now a bit into the FaceTime, M gets off track and just goes “oh classic E” and B was confused so she was like “huh? What do you mean?” And M was like “oh it’s such a classic E thing to do to lean into frame, wave and then leave without saying anything.” Now B is a little freaked out bc uh no one’s in her room with her and her door is shut and locked and E wasn’t even in the house.

We also that year heard things bouncing in the hallway when no one was there and there were a ton of times where E would go into the kitchen for food in the middle of the night when no one else was awake and then come back to put his dish away like 30min and every single cabinet would be open. Weird stuffs but then we moved again.

So I’m 20 now and me and B showed up at our little town house before E did. My kitties (Artemis and Pluto) had fleas just before moving so we were washing everything before bringing it into the house (cause the machine was in the garage). So me and B joked (I need to stop doing that) about the house being haunted bc of how the machine was making fuckin weird sounds. Then we found broken glass and a knife at the bottom of the dish washer so it just increased our wariness. Then found out the last resident was a crazy old lady who had two cats so we made a joke story about how they’d all died there. (We rlly needed to stop). But so things got hyper weird at this place cause we were there for two years.

The first time, I had left to go spend the night with my now ex bf but I had led strip lights in my room that I left dimmed. But B texted me like twenty minutes later like “hey you left right?” And I was like “ya why.” And she told me that basically my lights turned on and started flipping between colors super super quickly like faster than it’s supposed to be able to go so when she went to check it out, the second she stepped into my room my lights turned red and dimmed down to their lowest setting.

There was one time I was sitting downstairs on the couch watching greys anatomy and I thought I heard some growling coming from our backyard so I paused my show and pulled the blinds on the glass door, I thought it might be the stray cat but nothing was out there. So I went back to watching my show. Both my cats got intrigued by the door and started too look out it but the second I thought I might have heard it again both my cats (I kid you not) jumped three feet into the air and sprinted upstairs. So I was like yeah fuck that ya girl ain’t fuckin with hell hounds tonight. And just dipped upstairs too.

Another time—so E liked to randomly dip out and go home and didn’t ever let me know how long he’d be gone for. So me and B closed his door after he left so our cats didn’t go hide in there. The next day, I was coming home from work and E’s door was open and I swore I saw him sitting at his computer like—literally shoulder length darker hair white tee and pj pants (what he usually wore) his headphones and room only lit up by the screen. But I was too tired to interact so I just went to my room to nap. When I woke up E’s door was closed again but that’s normal bc E didn’t interact much. So I went up to B in the kitchen and was like “oh when did E get home?” And she was like “uh E isn’t here his car isn’t in the garage.” So I was like “no I swear” but was like bro maybe I’m crazy? But then my ex (C) came home and I told him and he was like “oh no yeah E’s door was open when I went to work this morning.” So now we’re all confused. So we went up to knock on E’s door. Opened it. No one in there. So now we feel like we’re trippin. So I close the door and then immediately I’m seeing the shadows of the railing start to move. So literally me, B, and C all look up at the mini chandelier hanging above the staircase (out of reach of us all) that was now swinging on its own.

Now. By far the creepiest thing ever to happen. I was exhausted and wanted to nap before work. So I shut my door and laid down. Closed my eyes. Thought I could hear someone whispering my name like “hey ___, hey babe you awake?” So I think maybe C is home and I didn’t notice so I opened my eyes but no one was there so I was like yo I’m trippin. So I closed my eyes again (and I sleep on my side) and I heard it again and felt like my pillow sink above my head like someone put their arm down there. So I opened my eyes again and it all disappeared. So I’m like cool okay weird. Closed my eyes again. The weight above my head is back the whisper of my name, feels like someone slung an arm over me. So I struggle a little to open my eyes again but the second I do it’s all gone. Now it happens again like two times and it’s a little harder to open my eyes each time and now I’m like debating is it even worth it trying to nap now. But I know if I don’t then I’ll be cranky at work so I decide to try one more time. I close my eyes and it feels like someone puts their entire body weight on top of me. Now I can’t open my eyes or move at all but I can talk. So I’m like fuck it worth a try. So I, out loud, was like “hey Finn, if this is you, I love you but I really am too tired to deal with this right now do you mind stopping?” And literally the second I finished talking everything, all the pressure and whispering immediately went away.

Anyways. My new apartment has been pretty tame just a few things moving on their own and stuffs. ☺️

[4alarmfirecracker]

can i just ask real quick um ive never seen xwp only the gifs on ur blog and uhh are they like canon? xena and gabrielle? every gifset seems like thee most intense romantic relationship and i cant tell if that’s just what the show is like or if they’re supposed to be best friends.

Heyyyy.

They're wives they're soulmates they have a daughter ... well maybe only two of those 3 things are canon (your guess ^^) but you know ...

Xena was made in the 90's so the producers and writers couldn't really show an open wlw relationship. BUT, they did better than that. They showed it via subtext then maintext (subtext my ass lol I’ve never seen more gay in my life), they made their relation more profound than any "canon" ship I've ever seen.They made them soulmates destined to meet and be together in every lifetime and AU (there, gave you one of the 3 ^^). They showed it via actions. They even showed it via full on declaration of love friendship.

Sure s1 is hard because we have to see the boyfriend of the day (aka love interest that will probably die at the end of the episode ^^) BUT it’s always about how xena and gab react to one another. It’s about the full on love letter Xena asks sappho to write for Gabrielle, it’s the I love you’s, it’s the “our souls are destined to be together”, It’s everyone knowing that Xena and Gabrielle are together. There’s even an episode where Xena prefers going blind that to lose Gabrielle. It’s the I’ll always find you trope. It’s EVERYTHING.

It’s also the “How can we make Xena and Gabrielle kiss without them actually “kissing” each other” It’s about the CPR and the “you’re getting married? let me kiss you better”, it’s the water transfer (sure Robert ... water transfer. Give us the When fates Collide kiss that was supposed to happen in the script!).

Honestly ... it’s about the love that they have for each other and the Xenaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and Gabrielleeeeeeeeeeeeee screamed in search of the other on the battlefield. It’s about Aphrodite the literal goddess of love supporting them and about Ares being jealous because ... who’s the father ? Gabrielle of course she totally got the job (there you are the second one ^^).

They aren’t really married ? Come on they act all the time like a married couple and they totally got married in a ceremony at the amazons ... we all know it they’re wives ! Everybody knows it even our own Callisto. Thank you Hudson. 

Just to say that Lucy, ROC, Robert Tapert, Ted Raimi, Liz Friedman and literally everybody involved in the show tried to do as much as they could to show that they were together without showing that they were together, trying to pass the censors.

Who am I kidding :D Of course they got married. I always forget this episode ... Honeymoon and everything ... Just not in ancient Greece. You’ll see ;) 

PS: For s6, watch in this order : 1-17 then 21 22 20 18 19 You’ll thank me later.

Also ... You’ll thank me for Gabrielle’s f* muscles becoming more and more lethal ... for the gay watcher :D

Baby Gab

Daddy Gab

Just to say, it’s the greatest love story ever told.

[zoethespiritwolf]

Hi!

I don’t know if you’re taking requests right now. But I was wondering if I could request a Sokka x reader? She/her. I was thinking of a modern setting, but everyone still has their bending and y/n is a fire bender. So naturally Sokka and y/n start out as enemies but grow to be best friends, until one day y/n suddenly goes missing. The gaang does everything they can to look for their friend but Sokka is the one to take her disappearance the hardest. He admits to his friends that he has feelings for y/n. They find her alive a week later (you can pick where they find her). After she’s recovered Sokka finally tells her his feelings.

Sorry if it’s a weird requests. I just thought this might be an interesting storyline.

Hi! Yes, I do take requests, I just haven't been active lately due to various issues😅

This was actually a very interesting scenario, although a bit complicating, but still very fun to write.

I decided to change a few minor details and make into a two part miniseries, but regardless, I hope you enjoy it, anon! <3

Ps: part 2 will come soon

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(I unfortunately couldn't find the original artist. If you know who it belongs to, please, let me know, I'll credit them right away)

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I love her, damn it!

Part 1

Ship: Sokka x f!firebender!reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries and gun wounds, a bit of angst, but it ends well

Genre: angst-to-comfort

Fic type: scenario

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It had never meant to come to this. At least, that's what the members of Team Avatar thought when they managed to get themselves into this situation.

They had found that key information was stored at one of the heavily guarded military bases in the Fire Nation. Information that they needed to bring down the government and leader of said nation. Yet when they had successfully broken in by using their bending abilities and careful planning and managed to obtain the info, one of the previously knocked-out guards had woken up and set off the alarm.

However, that wasn't the worst of it. They had managed to bust out of the building itself but had yet to get past the borders.

"There!" Katara yelled out, pointing her finger towards a military jeep.

"Everyone get in!" Zuko yelled at the group as he turned back to use his firebending to hold back the soldiers along with (Y/n).

Both of them used their abilities to burn and block their attackers as others scrambled to get into the car, with Aang at the steering wheel.

"Get in you two!" Sokka yelled out to the two newly joined firebenders from the back of the car, shielding his face briefly with a stolen police shield when a bullet flew his way. "We have to go! NOW!"

Zuko and (Y/n) turned their attention to the others in the jeep before looking back in front of them to the defeated soldiers. The older boy then started sprinting off to the jeep while the girl stayed behind to look if they wouldn't be followed when they departed. Unfortunately for her, she could see more Fire Nation soldiers coming down the front corridor, holding either rifles or machine guns, some empty-handed which meant more firebenders.

"Start driving! I'll catch up to you!" (Y/n) yelled out to her teammates.

"Are you insane!? No!!" Sokka yelled back.

"God damn it! Listen to me for once Sokka!" the girl yelled back. "Start driving! If you don't, none of us will make it! GO!!!"

Sokka wanted to argue further but jolted forward when the jeep started working and driving away. Fortunately, he had caught himself at the edge of the doorway, his eyes turning back to the firebender he considered a former enemy and now rival.

The girl looked back and made eye contact with the sea-blue eyes of her rival. (Y/n) noticed how Sokka's brows were furrowed downwards and eyes blazed like the flames that only a few firebenders like Princess Azula could produce.

"How pretty they are," she noted to herself briefly before turning back to the soldiers in front of her, guns ready to shoot at them.

She pulled back her balled hand before thrusting it in front of her and releasing a large blast of flames at them, knocking most of the soldiers back. (Y/n) slightly rose to the toes and in a swift twirl turned the opposite direction and chased down her friends' jeep.

She didn't think about anything else, only Sokka's stretched-out hand. The girl willed her tired body to run faster after them and had already stretched out her hand in return before a sharp pain suddenly came from her calf.

Only then (Y/n)'s and Sokka's brains registered the gunshot. The boy propelled himself as much forward as he could before he would tumble out of the back completely trying to grasp her hand. But it missed, just barely, but missed regardless.

And once again, their eyes locked on each others. Both pairs widened in shock and horror as (Y/n) plummeted to the dirt path when her leg finally gave out.

The firebender could faintly hear the screams of her name from her friends over the deafening sound of her heartbeat in her ears. (Y/n) looked down at the source of her agony and saw that the bullet had indeed managed to get itself deep into her calf. And the longer the girl looked at it, the pain intensified.

She heard the clocking of guns and turned her gaze upwards to see that the soldiers had caught up to her and readied their guns. (Y/n) weakly raised her hand upwards and looked back in the direction she had been running only to see the stolen car driving further and further away.

"At least they made it," (Y/n) sighed as she thought of this.

The girl then felt her hand being seized and cuffed, as the soldiers yanked (Y/n) to her unsteady feet, making her grit her teeth together as to not release a scream of pain. She knew they would use it against her if she showed any weaknesses.

When they started to drag her into the base she had tried to escape, she glanced back down the road where her friends had taken off, not seeing the car anymore, only a black fading dot in the distance.

"At least they'll be safe," she girl thought before her view was obscured by the closing metal doors.

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"We have to turn back!" Sokka yelled at the front passengers of the car. "(Y/n)'s still out there! She could die!"

"We have to leave her, Sokka." Zuko replied tiredly, "We are too far away now. Besides, even if we did now turn around and drive back, what then? What's your plan? Busting back into the base full of heavily armed guards and firebenders and hope to magically find her?"

''YES!!" Sokka yelled, his brows further creasing downwards further by the second.

"Sokka, we won't make it," Katara reasoned as she turned to look back at her distressed brother, "we barely made it out ourselves. We can't go back. At least not now-"

"We escaped because she bought us time!" Sokka argued back, "We need to go back to her! We owe her for this!"

"Sokka, we'll get her back," Aang chimed in still driving the car, "but right now, we need to get somewhere safe so that we can clearly think of a way to rescue her."

Sokka stayed silent at this comment. Deep down he knew this, he knew more than anyone that they needed a plan to get her out and that they couldn't just bust her out with their abilities. But the urge to get her back near him, the fear that he might lose her and she would die because he wasn't fast enough, the things he hadn't yet said..

The water tribe boy slumped down the wall of the jeep and sighed dejectedly. He ran a hand through his done-up hair before hesitantly bringing it in front of him on his lap. It's the same hand that couldn't grab (Y/n) when he had the chance, and he hated that fact.

"You really love her," Toph murmured in astonishment beside him.

Sokka briefly looked at the blind girl beside him whose eyes were widened in genuine shock right at him. The boy opened his mouth to deny it, but the words got stuck in his throat, unable to come out. He then turned his gaze back at his hand in his lap and stared at it for a few seconds before murmuring back, although more to himself than to the others.

"Yeah, I do."

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Part 2

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 7

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language Warnings: None? I think? Please let me know if I missed something Notes: This is incredibly dialogue heavy, and I actually don't feel as confident about this chapter as some of the past ones? Hopefully y'all like it, I mean at least the ending is cute (or cheesy, depending on who you ask). PS: Not sure how many chapters there will be in total, other than at least 3 more (one of which ill, in fact, get a little h*rny again. actually, h*rnier). Past Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2: Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando, Pt. 4: Toccata, Pt. 5: Poco a Poco, Pt. 6: Elegy

Chapter 7: Harmony

“We need to talk, yeah?” Daniela asked, nearly stuttering, a sort of nervous that you had never seen her exhibit before. The first thing you think is that she’s really, really cute when she doesn’t know what to do. After that you actually process what she said. Relief floods your chest, followed by warmth, and you make a mental note to thank Bela the next time you see her. In the meantime, you were unable to contain your happiness. Out of instinct you move closer to Daniela, smiling softly, quietly reaching one of your hands towards hers. There’s no hesitance in her response. Instead of taking your hand she pulls you in for a hug, opting to rest her chin against your shoulder. Admittedly you’re a little surprised, but you return the motion nonetheless. “Oh, little songbird…”

Heart racing, you softly press against Daniela, turning your head so that you could place a single, brief kiss against her exposed collarbone. For a moment the two of you just stay like that, holding each other close. When you pull away, remembering that you still hadn’t said anything, you find that Daniela is blushing from the neck up. In turn, the sight makes you blush. You can’t help but reach out and run your fingers through her hair. Though you can’t see yourself, you know your eyes are filled with affection.

“I love when you look at me like this,” Daniela whispered, not entirely meaning to voice her thoughts. Then you’re blushing harder, smile small but sweet. “Mmm, you’re just darling, aren’t you?”

“Not nearly as much as yourself, my Lady. To be in your company is to be the luckiest soul in the world. I cannot even begin to describe the feelings of which you inspire in me,” you replied, trying not to stumble over your words, barely able to process any thoughts other than ‘pretty lady likes me ahh’. Thankfully, you still remembered a few tricks from language arts class. Who knew studying the classics could make you more romantic? At least one English teacher, probably. “I’ll have plenty of time to try, though… after we talk about things, that is. Is there somewhere private we can talk? I’m not terribly eager for your mother to overhear.”

“Are you sure we can’t talk about how much you like me for a while longer?” Daniela asked, faking a pout. When you perk a brow at her antics, she shifts a little, forcing herself to be a little more serious (at least for the time being). “If you insist, my sweet thing. I’d suggest my room-” she winks at you- “but I doubt we’d stay talking for long, would we? Maybe the library? Neither of my sisters tend to go there around this time of day, and I can hardly remember the last time mother went there.”

“Well, no one from the day shift is scheduled to organize things until later this week, so… sounds like a date to me,” you chimed, enjoying the way that Daniela’s face lit up in response. “There’s just one thing I have to take care of first. Wouldn’t want my roommates to think something has happened to me, now would we?” With that said you linked your arm with your partner’s, setting off towards the servants quarters.

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“Oh thank goodness, we were starting to get worried!” Daphne exclaimed as you quietly ducked into your room. For a second you freeze in place, hoping to whatever higher powers may be that she hadn’t seen Daniela behind you. Certainly the vampire would have moved out of sight?... Despite your assumption, you do see Daphne hesitate for a moment, gazing at the now closed door. Thinking quickly, you give a little wave to draw her attention elsewhere. Seemingly it works like a charm, with her attention returning to you, and so you release an internal sigh of relief. Now you just had to think of an excuse for why you’d be staying up late.

“It’s fine- I’m fine, really. Just had to carry something for one of the Ladies,” you lied, trying not to be specific enough to possibly contradict facts you weren’t aware of. “I, uh, kinda have to go back out, though? There are some piano books I need to find before tomorrow morning. I’ve already found a few, but apparently there’s at least one that goes over some technical practice songs, and I think D-” you almost wince, but lean into it, stuttering instead- “th-think that Lady Daniela would enjoy the variety. Not sure how long it’ll take me to find the books, so don’t stay up waiting for me. I promise I’ll still get enough sleep to function tomorrow.”

“So the lessons haven’t been canceled? That’s good to hear,” Daphne said, nodding slowly. The words catch you off guard, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion. Noticing your expression, your roommate is quick to explain. “After whatever happened yesterday… we weren’t sure if we’d ever hear you play again. Not that we know what happened, just that Lady Daniela was, well, upset, and you stopped playing sooner than usual. But I suppose if the lessons were canceled completely… I doubt Lady Dimitrescu would let you go that easily, huh?”

Again, you shift awkwardly, wondering how Daniela must feel hearing all of this. But just like that Daphne shakes her head, clearing her thoughts, and gives a little shrug.

“Don’t stay up too late, okay? I know you already promised, but we both know you’ll lose track of time if you aren’t careful. If you aren’t in bed by the time the sun reaches its peak, I swear we are gonna have words!” Both of you laugh before Daphne waves you off with a smile. Still, you wait to open the door until she (and the other maidens) has her back to you. Better safe than sorry, right?

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Somehow the room felt different in a million ways, now that you were here with Daniela. There was something about the way she moved, freely, eyes and fingers running down the spines of familiar books. Even if you had not seen it before, it felt like the library was overflowing with magic. What I would give, you think, to see the whole world tinted in shades of her. Again you find yourself blushing as you followed Daniela towards a small sitting area. One of the chairs is practically a recliner, with plenty of space, and you realize what she has planned mere moments before she acts.

Next thing you know, you’re being pulled closer to her, practically lifted into the air. Then you’re falling back, right on top of a giggling Daniela. By the time you’ve regained your senses, you’re in her lap, held just tight enough to keep you from getting up. She’s watching your face closely, smirking with pure satisfaction.

“Are we going to be able to talk like this?” You asked, a little unsure yourself, already distracted by the soft curve of her jawline. Even as you speak you’re eying her, imagining what it would feel like to trail kisses along her skin until she was restless… Thankfully she responds before your mind gets too carried away.

“Of course we are, little songbird. Probably. If you behave,” Daniela teased, gently playing with your hair as she did. You can’t help but laugh when she suggests that you are the one who needs to control yourself. “Alright, alright, I get your point. I just… I think that it’s easier for me to, fuck, I don’t know. Relax? It’s easier for me to relax like this, holding you, getting to kiss that lovely neck of yours-” she pauses to demonstrate- “and that means I won’t freak out like last time. Or so goes my thought process, anyway.”

“In that case…” You’re sitting perpendicular to her now, still holding on tight. One hand cups her cheek, gently caressing the skin, before you lean in for a kiss. The two of you enjoy yourselves for a minute, glad to have this time together, more glad to be reassured of each other’s affection. To think that you wouldn’t even be able to meet her gaze if not for Bela’s intervention… Eventually you pull back, knowing that you did need to talk. “I care about you, firefly, and I want things between us to be real, and healthy, but I…”

The words died in your throat, a lump you couldn’t quite swallow, when memories sprung up like weeds in your brain. Communication mattered to you for a thousand reasons, and you weren’t blind to the irony of one of those reasons making you freeze up.

“I haven’t… done this before, not for real,” Daniela replied, mistaking your paues for uncertainty. “Apparently being an immortal, blood-drinking princess is only attractive in the realm of fiction. Maidens only ever seemed interested in a fleeting rush, or a fraction of a chance at an escape. They didn’t care for romance.” Now her tone gets bitter, and her eyebrows furrow. You can see her shoulders tense up, raising a little, making you try to snap out of your own thoughts for a few moments. By the time she speaks again, you’ve started to gently rub her back. “Maybe I should have paid more attention to my novels. How often does the monster actually get a happy ending?” She says the words with a hollow laugh. Still, she’s relaxed a little under your touch, even leaning into it.

“You’ve… done some bad things. Hurt a lot of people, and I can’t pretend that doesn’t scare me,” you started to say, ignoring the heartache you feel when you see Daniela’s hurt expression. “But you’re more than that. You’re soft, cute, and mischievous. More than that… I can tell that you want something beautiful. We can have that, we can make that, for ourselves, with our own hands and our own desires. But we can’t use stories as a blueprint. We can’t rely on what we’ve read, not when everything the two of us do is brand new. Not when-” you close your eyes, fighting back tears, glimpsing fragments of your last relationship- “not when I’ve already been hurt by my own misconceptions. The things we read aren’t always real, or right, or anything like what we need. What we deserve.”

“Something tells me you’re holding back a little,” Daniela murmured, barely able to get the words out. It almost looks like she’s close to crying, but her cheeks are dry, and her voice is steady. “But you’re right. What we have is better than anyone could write, anyway. You’re my little songbird, and I’m not letting you go anytime soon. Even if I have to figure out this whole ‘communication’ thing. I suppose that means I should… come clean. About a few things.” There’s a clear hesitance to her voice, like she’s embarrassed, and she’s speaking slower than usual. A blush rises to her cheeks before she takes a deep breath.

“We don’t have to talk about everything right now, if you aren’t ready. We’ve already made good progress, I think, even if half of it might be because of your sisters. Well, sister, singular. Cassandra throwing me into that wall really didn’t help anyone. Except maybe the chiropractor I will inevitably need to see,” you joked, remembering your earlier conversation with Bela.

“Hold up for a fucking second, Cassandra did what? I’m going to replace all her paint brushes with stained carpet strips, and that’s if she apologizes. Nobody fucks with my baby,” Daniela snapped, expression as serious as can be. Normally you found her anger to be terrifying. Now that she was directing it at someone else? And on your behalf?... Maybe it was a tiny bit cute. Which you tried to show, by gently bringing her in for another kiss. Of course, Daniela isn’t quite as gentle, instead kissing you hard, holding you as closely as she can. There’s a bit of possessiveness in her grip, and it makes you tense up. But as soon as you do she’s pulling back, breathing hard, eyes weighed down with concern.

“Y’know, I think she was just mad that I made you cry. And if I found out someone made you cry, I would be pretty angry. Not that I’d throw someone, partially because I don’t think I could, but still. It’s… almost cute how much your sisters care about you. Almost, just not quite,” you said, eager to draw the attention away from your reaction. Like you had told Daniela, it was okay if you weren’t ready to talk about everything. “Speaking of that, I can’t believe I haven’t apologized yet. I panicked so much, I didn’t even realize I was yelling until you picked me up. No matter how frustrated I was, I shouldn’t have-”

“Don’t, please,” Daniela interrupted, eyes closing for a moment. “I can’t believe you’re apologizing. I pinned you to the wall, and not for the usual reason!” There’s a bit of panic in her expression, and you get the feeling that she’s beating herself up inside about it. Which, based on what you had thought about what you had done, was understandable.

“Consider this: We both fucked up, and we’ve both acknowledged it now, so we could just… not talk about our regrets? At least for now,” you countered, glad to see Daniela relax and nod in response. Leaning in, you shift to rest your head against her shoulder, wanting to enjoy her proximity more. “Hey… if I’m your songbird, and you’re my firefly… are we, I don’t know… officially a couple now?”

“I was under the impression that we already were,” Daniela said, clearly a little confused. While you technically agreed with her… there was another part of you that wanted to have a little fun.

“You never asked, and I know I never did either, so…” Now you’re looking up at her, smile wide, heart beating faster than normal. “Lady Daniela, firefly of house Dimitrescu, lover of romance novels, player of pianos, keeper of my heart… Will you do me the honor of allowing me to court you? To be yours, officially, in the pursuit of affection and happiness like the village- nay, the world- has never before seen? Will you be my girlfriend?”

“How’s this for an answer, songbird?” Daniela cooed. Then she was lifting your chin from her shoulder, turning her head and bringing you closer. Your lips touch, as gentle as can be. It’s a short kiss, but one radiating with love, that ends with your foreheads pressed against each other. In this moment, you feel like you could stay in her arms for the rest of eternity. “Yes. Absolutely yes, obviously, a thousand times. I could never say no to you, especially not now, with your eyes so desperate for the sight of me, and your lips so begging to be kissed. Now, how about we celebrate, hmm?”

Just as Daphne had predicted, you end up staying awake far too late, but you were all the happier for it.

[samadiw]

Knickers - Part 03 - Yellow Knickers 💛

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Yellow?

Fucking yellow?

She didnt have yellow knickers, she didnt have yellow anything and it wasnt like she could stroll into Hogsmeade and buy a pair.

Hermione pulls out her drawer of knickers, for a girl who didnt get it on much, she had a drawer full of colourful undies, one must always feel good in what covers your twat.

She gingerly picks up a scanty almost see through black pair of knickers, well, they would have to do.

Placing the pair on the bed, she reaches for her wand and waves it over the undergarment, the colour instantly changes from black to dark yellow.

Hermione grins, it looks better than she expected.

H : "Not bad..."

She flops down on the bed and thinks of Malfoy's cock for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

The fucker had no shame in just whipping it out in front of her, his crass boldness turned her on, he didn't care to tip toe around her as if she would shatter into a million pieces.

Her toes curl with wanting, he would widen her nicely, she had always been told she was tight.

Damn that bloody Malfoy cock.

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T : "The fuck man."

B : "Don't you get sick of losing?"

T : "You're cheating, I know it."

B : "Its wizards chess, you just suck."

T : "I have to meet Luna but once I'm back, I want a bloody rematch."

B : "Let's make it interesting, care to place a bet?"

T : "10 Galleons?"

B : "My house elf makes 10 times that, you bloody cheapskate."

T : "Later."

B : "Use protection, we don't want crummy chess players being added to the population."

T : "Fuck you, Zabini."

Draco walks in towelling his hair

B : "Ah, want to grab a butter beer?"

D : "Sure, mate."

Throws a bottle at Draco and he catches it expertly.

D : "So, whats the name of the new broad?"

B : "Patil..."

D : "Nice."

B : "Is Weasley still banging Granger?"

D : "Haven't a clue."

B : "She's looking rather fine this year."

Draco tightens his hold on the bottle and takes a long swig.

Blaise didnt know the half of it.

The next morning

T : "Fuck, are you ready to leave?"

D : "Yeah, I've got some, unm...work to do."

What he wanted to do was claim his seat in the Great Hall before someone else did.

B : "Well, I'm ready, I'll come with you, Theo, do hurry up bitch."

T : "Yeah, yeah, I'm hurrying."

They walk into the Great Hall and find it half full.

A bunch of 3rd years are sitting in Draco's usual place.

The blonde towers over the younger students and hisses darkly.

D : "Move, now!"

The adolescent boys trip over themselves in their haste to get up.

"Yes, Mr Malfoy, sir."

"Right away."

"So sorry."

Blaise and Draco slide into the seat.

B : "I think the tall one wet his pants."

D : "Respect, Blaise, must be taught when young."

B : "Theres a fine line between respect and bullying."

D : "Potato, potahto."

B : "Why the fuck do you keep looking at the entrance?"

D : "For Nott, ofcourse."

Blaise raises a brow and grins.

B : "Sure you are..."

Hermione links her arm through Ron's and he whispers a funny joke into her ear, she throws her head back in laughter.

From across the hall she can feel steely grey eyes watching her every movement.

She locks eyes with the ice blonde and bites her lip.

Settling down in her usual spot, Hermione looks at Draco through hooded eyes and challenges him.

Draco smirks, fucking showtime.

He's about to drop something when a voice cuts into his train of thought.

PS : "Mr Malfoy."

Fuck..

D : "Yes, Professor Slughorn?"

PS : "Come with me, boy, I need your rather unique potion making skills."

Come on, no, no...

D : "Now?"

Slughorn raises a brow.

PS : "Yes, now..."

Draco glances at Hermione desperately.

Did the old codger have to fuck up his morning?

Draco weakly protests

D : "But sir, I'm um..hungry."

Hungry for Grangers cunt.

PS : "Now! Before I start deducting points off Slytherin."

The bloody bastard.

Draco gets to his feet

D : "Fine."

Hermione looks on in disappointment, brings her legs together and watches Malfoy trail after Slughorn miserably.

The fuming Slytherin throws a look of annoyance her way before exiting the hall after the potions master.

Draco misses his first two lessons because of Slughorn's potions emergency, he is still at it when his year piles into the classroom.

He wipes his brow and looks up, Hermione grins and pats the seat next to her suggestively.

It wouldn't do to openly sit next to the Gryffindor without a bunch of questions being asked.

Draco coughs to distract everyone else and shakes his head, Hermione frowns, rolls her eyes and pulls out her books.

PS : "Good job, Mr Malfoy."

Draco replies in frustration.

D : "Yeah, no problem, Professor."

He gathers this things and sits next to Theo.

The class drones on and by the end of it Draco has dozed off more than once.

Theo nudges him and hisses.

T : "For fuck sake, get up."

The class ends and the exhausted students leave the dungeons and make their way to lunch before the next round of classes start.

Hermione studiously avoids Draco, she wouldn't go to him, let him come to her.

Refusing to sit with her, who the bloody hell did he think he was?

She steps into the abandoned girls bathroom to fix her hair and wash the tiredness off her face.

It takes but a second.

The door opens, closes with a bang and a heavy firm body presses up against her back.

Shocked at first, Hermione reaches for her wand but she looks up to see Draco grinning smugly at her.

She turns around and shoves him

H : "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

D : "Isn't it obvious?"

H : "This is the girls lavatory."

D : "I'm aware."

H : "Get away from me, you pervert."

D : "I haven't seen your knickers today, Granger."

H : "And you're not going to see them now."

D : "Oh, I beg to differ."

He places firm hands on her waist, lifts her and settles her on the counter.

Hermione lashes out

H : "Have you lost your damn mind?"

Draco winks.

D : "Possibly."

Hermione tries to hop down.

H : "I'm not playing this bloody game."

Draco holds her in place, his long fingers brush gently along her skin and edge upwards.

He pushes up the school skirt so it bunches around her waist and stares at the bright yellow undie hugging her pussy lips, outlining every dip and curve.

Draco swallows hard, up close she looks absolutely breathtaking.

H : "There, you saw them, are you satisfied?"

D : "Immensely, yellow might be my new favourite colour."

H : "Very funny, now let me go."

D : "Not so fast, pet."

He runs a long finger down her material covered slit.

Hermione gasps and a involuntary moan escapes her full lips.

She comes back to her senses and scolds.

H : "Stop it, anyone could walk in."

Draco rolls his eye, waves his wand and distinctive click echoes through the quiet bathroom.

He grins mischievously.

D : "Problem solved."

He continues to rub enticing circles around the flesh of her inner thighs.

D : "I wonder if you taste as good as you look."

H : "You wouldn't..."

D : "Oh, I would and you will love it."

He peels down her panties, leaving a trail of fire where his fingers touch her skin.

Draco puts Hermione smooth legs over his shoulders and bends to give her exposed cunt a quick lick.

Hermione gasps as he delves inside her with the tip of his tongue.

He gives her clit a quick flick and proceeds to eat her out generously.

Holy fuck, was Malfoy licking her cunt?

Oh, so good, so bloody good.

D : "You taste divine, let's see what makes you come."

Hermione's breathing elevates, she surrenders to the blonde licking her to glory.

The noises he makes as he moves his tongue echo in her head and fuel her pending release.

H : "Malfoy...."

D : "Wet, so fucking wet."

They have 4 minutes and 26 seconds before their next class.

Draco figures he needs 3 minutes tops to fuck her with his talented tongue and feel her orgasm on it.

D : "You taste fucking amazing."

He parts her pussy lips with his tongue again and begins to lap at her eager wetness.

Moving slowly, he uses the tip of his tongue to circle her ever receptive bud.

His tongue slips and he's rewarded with a loud moan.

Ah, so that's the spot.

Draco relentlessly tongues Hermione till she squirms.

He wants to look at her, keeping up his ministrations he braved a look at the witch whispering his name.

She was shuddering above him, her body wracked in pleasure.

Head thrown back, wild curls around her face, fuck...she looked stunning.

Her eyes closed, thighs spread wide and hands massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples.

This was a sight he could get used to.

H : "There, oh fuck...don't stop..."

H : "Oh...mm...I'm going to come."

Music to his ears, he takes her swollen bud between his lips and sucks hard.

D : "Let go, baby."

Hermione lets out a cry, grabs a fistful of Draco's hair and comes crashing down around him.

Only after she rode her high and stilled did he wipe her dripping juices off his chin and get to his feet.

H : "Well, that was..."

She hopes off the counter and attempts to stand on wobbly legs.

Draco licks his cum stained lips and grins.

D : "Something else."

H : Yes, something else.

Draco muses .

D: "And we havent even kissed yet."

Post orgasm bliss aside, Hermione asks.

H : "Why didn't you sit next to me? Do you still think me dirty?"

Dirty, was the woman mad? She fucking came in his mouth and he couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.

Draco pulls Hermione close and kisses her.

The kiss is no gentle exchange between lovers, its hard, fast and demanding

He pries her stubborn lips open with his tongue and slips it in to seek the inner sweetness, they grab onto each other fighting for dominance, until, she breaks free and surfaces for air.

Draco nibbles on the heated flesh of her neck and whispers.

D : "That's your cum you taste on my tongue, do you honestly believe your blood status means fuck all to me?"

He places a tender kiss to her lips

D : Actually, I wanted to spare you the embarrassment of mingling with an ex Death Eater.

Hermione shoves him playfully.

H : "Sod it, sit with me tomorrow."

D : "You dig your own grave, Granger."

A distinctive tent decorated Draco's trousers, he cups the bulge and adjusts his painfully hard erection.

H : "Oh, you're still hard, let me..."

D : "We don't have time."

Hermione's face falls in disappointment and Draco smirks.

D : "Don't worry about it, you can make up for it tomorrow."

Draco picks up the discarded yellow knickers and pockets them.

D : "I'm keeping these by the way."

H : "You cant be serious?"

D : "I rather enjoy the thought of you walking about the castle knickerless."

H : "You fucking smug prat."

D : "Blue is my favourite colour, Granger."

Draco lifts the spell and walks out.

Funny, she would've bet her left tit that it was black.

[itsapapisongo]

“AS YOU WISH”

Pairing: Johnny x Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.0K 

Parental Advisory Note: The following contains explicit content like slight choking, language, and masturbation (fingering, clitoral stimulation). This is purely for entertainment and this in no way represents who Johnny is in real life or accurately portrays foreplay/sex/intimacy between two consenting adults.

Author’s Notes: This is a second attempt at writing smut—the first, featuring Hwang Hyunjin is still in development—and it came into fruition to see if a) I could make it work and b) tease Ro (@binniesthighs​). What first started as a small scene sort of transitioned into something a bit longer. I wasn’t going to post it but after some encouragement from Ro and some feedback from  I decided to just share it as a way to get it out my system. Hope you enjoy it. #HardHours.

PS: Special shout-out to @binniesthighs, @hanflix, @satanssmuts, @lilixeu, and @moonlit-lixie for being incredibly supportive and beta reading this. You are all amazing so this is kind of a Valentine’s Day gift for all the advice and support you’ve given me. I’m beyond grateful.

To set a Mood: Thirsty by Taemin.

AS THESE stories often begin, this one starts in the middle of something.

In this case, it starts in the middle of the night—a bit past midnight—when you hear frantic knocking on your front door and open it to find Johnny smiling down at you. The height difference is noticeable so it’s not unfair to say that, well, you quite literally don’t see eye to eye.

He’s dripping wet, from head to toes, hunched over, and trying his best to speak as his entire body shudders.  Not wasting time, you reach out, pull him into the apartment, close the door behind you, and chuckle when you hear him mumble a sheepish “thank you.”

“Better get a change of clothes before you catch a cold,” you say, gesturing toward your bedroom.

Johnny nods and chuckles. “Sure,” he replies, teeth clattering. “How about a shower first?”

“Do you even have to ask?” You raise an eyebrow and giggle when he shrugs. “Mi case es tu casa.”

“Oof,” Johnny exclaims, holding himself a bit tighter, waddling towards your room. “Gracias.”

You can’t help but smile. This is the man you’re dating and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

ABOUT TWENTY minutes later, nothing has changed.

It looks like it’s going to be one those nights where it’s colder than usual and it won’t stop raining anytime soon. You smile because rainy days with Johnny are usually days where you both seek warmth from one another; days where you can be lazy and not feel guilty about that.

And as you join him in the living room, watching him sit on the futon, you think to yourself if it rains, it pours—but, y’know, without all the shit about one misfortune after another because the phrase here only applies to the deluge outside your apartment window.

Johnny sits with his head thrown back against the wall, legs spread so that they almost reach the knee-level coffee table he bought in Ikea and spent the good part of an afternoon putting together. He’s bathed, dressed, and unwinding after a shift that was longer than expected. He still smells of coffee, not too strong but enough that you can smell it as you sit next to him and kiss his neck. His eyes flutter open and a knowing smile spreads between his lips, eyes glistening with mischief.

“Well, well, well,” he whispers, half-smiling. “Mi futon es tu futon.”

“Is that so?”

He nods. “Definitely.”

“Do you know of any fun activities that—“ You lean in, meet his gaze, then slowly kiss him in the lips. “—I’d be interested in while I crash on your futon?”

“Our futon,” Johnny corrects you. “I can think of several,” he asserts, his voice suddenly low. There’s a hint of dominance when he speaks again, “But instead of talking, I can just show you.”

“Show me—“ You begin but can’t finish because he leans in and kisses you.

His right hand holds your chin, the left caresses your thighs, slowly but surely making its way to your core. Johnny doesn’t ask or hesitate to spread your legs, his left hand suddenly playing with the waist-band of your lingerie. His touch is delicate yet firm, his movements paced and deliberate. He kisses you softly then roughly, as his right hand transitions from your chin to your neck and stays there; his fingers envelope your neck, compressing every so often but not quite choking you.

Feeling his light touch on your skin, a moan escapes your lips and you immediately crave him. Your eyes are closed, your breathing uneven, your entire body tingling as his digits linger so close to your pussy. You feel him lean closer and closer, his breath warm against your ear, and you shudder when he speaks in a low, alluring voice.

“What’s the point of talking when I can just do it, right?” Johnny bites your earlobe then lightly kisses your cheek, gradually descending to leave marks on your neck and left shoulder. He stops to lift your chin, leaning close to whisper, “Look at me.”

“Johnny—“

“Look at me,” he repeats, firm but not unkindly.

You oblige and see him staring at you. And while there’s lust in his eyes, you notice that he’s not simply looking but admiring. His eyes take you in—up and down, down and up—and a smile appears between his lips; a knowing, lustful, loving smile that makes you want him even more.

“Are you gonna stare or are you going to make me yours?”

The question slips out before you can stop yourself. He raises an eyebrow, his expression that of someone who’s surprised and amused. You’d try and fail to infuse confidence in your voice but instead it comes across as a needy and impatient demand.

Johnny notices and smiles even wider, eyes narrowing with malice. “As you wish,” he says.

MOST OF your clothing, both yours and his, are off: on the floor, neglected, no longer needed.

Johnny is behind you, legs spread to accommodate you. With his left hand he cups your breasts and teases you with his right. He’s leaving marks on your shoulder, lightly biting on your skin after each kiss, whispering ‘I love you’s and commenting on how wet you are. He tells you in a low, sultry voice how much that turns him the fuck on, how he’s going to take his time, and how euphoric you will feel soon. Your moans elicit such a strong response from him that you feel his cock throb against his jogger pants.

He lifts your neck, leans in so that you’re facing him, and hold your chin with a firm grip. Johnny looks at you, eyes narrowed, then his lips brushed against yours; it starts rough, passionate, as if this might be the last one you share, then gradually softens until he’s once again leaving traces on your neck. His left hand envelopes your neck, a stable but dominant gesture; with his thumb against your jaw, he lifts your neck once more and smirks at you.

Motherfucker, you think, mouth agape as you feel his right hand swiftly undress you, dexterously taking off your lingerie. With an idle gesture of his wrist, you hazily make out your panties fall to the ground but you don’t get too think too much of it because you feel his digits caress your pussy, hovering above your labia.

“I want you in me,“ you say, gasping. “Now.”

“As you wish,” he whispers in a low, haughty tone. He tentatively rubs your labia then brings his right hand forward and offers it to you, his index and middle finger inches away from your mouth. “Open wide.”

You suck on his fingers, lick them when he pulls them from your mouth, watch in awe as he directs them back to your pussy; the moment he introduces them in you, his thumb softly rubbing your clit, you tense up and immediately relax, moaning a whiny yet indecent “fuck!” as he very slowly fingers you. He’s left hand is still wrapped around your neck, his thumb still lifting your head so that you’re maintaining eye contact.

“You like this, don’t you?” Johnny whispers not before nibbling on your earlobe then leaving a love-bite on your neck. “Love the way I’m inside you, making you mine?”

“Fuck—Johnny—fuck, don’t stop!”

He smirks. The motherfucker smirks. “Who said anything about stopping, darling?”

You gasp and collapse against him, feeling his erection on your lower back; this only adds to your euphoria because you know he’s enjoying the fuck out of this. You know he can’t wait to fuck you silly and that keeps you going, that keeps you yearning his touch because eventually it won’t be his fingers inside you.

Johnny’s driving you close to the edge—fucking teasing you, building up, taking his time—when he unwraps his hand from your neck. He pauses briefly to adjust his position behind you but his right hand haven’t left your pussy; is fingers are still there, you still feel his fingers in your core—moving in and out, out and in, slow as fuck but nonetheless pleasurable as hell.

He lifts you up, enough so that you’re sitting on his lap instead of between his legs, and wraps his entire left arm around your neck; his palm rests on your right shoulder, the crook of his neck having replaced the hand that a second ago was gripping your throat. Johnny does all of this without breaking his stride, swiftly, with the experience of a man that embraces balance.

“You think you can last, baby? Think you won’t cum yet?”

“You—ah shit—you keep this up and I’m gonna cum.”

“Soon, baby, soon. Hold on a little while longer,” he coaxes and you can feel his smirk, you can practically picture it. “I know you want to cum but I want you to enjoy this moment. Flow with it—“ he thrusts his fingers faster then pulls them out slow, to softly pinch your clit and rub it again with this thumb “—stay here, embrace this, and lose yourself in it.”

“You fucking—just like that—” your breathe hitches, caught in your throat.

You feel your entire body tighten, your back arch against his chest, against his hard cock, and you immediately grip the edges of the futon. Your body is shaking and you’re just embracing this sensation; flowing with it, losing yourself in it. He doesn’t stop—in fact, the motherfucker doubles down, moving faster, his grip around your neck tighter—and bites your earlobe as you moan louder and bite your lower lip to keep from bothering the neighbors.

“You wanna cum?”

You nod, unable to respond. Yes, you think, yes, fucking yes!

“You wanna cum, baby?”

Another nod but this one is feeble. You’re too caught up in the moment to speak, too lost in your pleasure to form a full, coherent sentence.

“I can’t hear you,” he whispers. “You wanna cum?”

“Yes!” You exclaim against his chest. “Please—fuck, Johnny—I wanna cum.”

“Look at me,” Johnny says in a firm tone, his hands moving slowly now. He moves so that you can face him and you see in his eyes that he’s enjoying every second of this. Just as you feel close to coming undone, like you can’t hold any longer, he purrs, “As you wish.”

And you do cum. Right in his hand, right in his fingers, because he doesn’t stop nor does he slow down. He keeps thrusting his fingers in your pussy, faster than before, then pulls them out to spank, grip, caress your thighs; his left hand lets go of your neck and instead steadies you by your stomach. Your entire body feels light, electrified, sensitive to contact, and yet you yearn for more. He knows it because you feel his touch on your clit and labia.

You collapse against him, smiling as you catch your breath. He moves you so that you’re both facing and straddling him. Johnny has that frustrating but irresistible shit-eating grin that crinkles his eyes and he sports whenever he’s proud of himself.

In between breaths, you smile. “Is that all?” you ask, trailing a finger across his chest.

Johnny’s grin falters but doesn’t disappear. It’s instead replaced by a look that you know very well; that look that says, I see your challenge, I’ll take it, and you’re gonna regret it.

“That was just one of the activities,” he replies with a wink. “Let me just—“ he moves again, lowering his pants with a wiggle, showing yet again how dextrous he is with making clothes disappear. “—get more comfortable.”

Johnny’s cock, hard and veiny, is on his hand, the tip glossy with precum. You lower yourself and sit on his thighs; the moment you make contact, you can’t help but hold back a small groan of pleasure. He’s warm and sweaty and ready for you just  as you are ready for him. Johnny wiggles his eyebrows and strokes it, pleasuring himself, then bites his lip as his eyes linger on your figure.

“I could tell you about this activity—“ he takes your right hand and offers you his cock. “—but it’s best if I just show you.”

[beelzegrub]

can I request what would happen if we summon them while we're on human realm bc we missed them so much but lose so much blood in the process I don't really know I'm a sucker for these kind of things. thank youu!!

EDIT FROM FUTURE OP: This ask has been sitting in my drafts for months half finished and I finally found the motivation to finish. Anon, I’m so sorry for the wait. You’re a sweetheart ❤️ I was only able to do the three eldest though and I’m so sorry!!

Um hello??? I love this so much thank you!!! I thought it was kind of silly to go through all of that at the end of season 2 to just.... not use it so I’m excited about this!!!! (Sorry if this is too angsty my brain got super pumped about this and took off.

PS the request said “we” so I used a reader insert type of style. Hope that’s what you were looking for :)

MC Summons Their Demon, but at What cost?

Trigger warning!!!! Self harm/blood

How long had it been since you’d seen the him? Weeks? Months? Who knows. They all blended together after while. All you knew is that it had been too long. Why was this all so tedious? Solomon had promised to teach you the summoning ritual as soon as you could handle it. Why hadn’t he done so? Did he not trust you? Was he purposely keeping you away from the them? Surely you were strong enough at this point. Enough with the waiting. You wouldn’t sit around and any longer! You needed to see them. You needed to see him.

You flipped messily through book after book. Solomon had given you many to study for your apprenticeship. There had to be something about summoning in one of these!

“Hmm..”

You carefully read through the worn pages of one of the larger and dustier tomes. Something about this one called to you. You zoned out as you took in the information on the pages, following context clues until you found what you were looking for. The images drawn on the page seemed foreign and surprised you. A summoning circle? You had expected as much, but the repeated mentions of ‘sacrifice’ and ‘blood oath’ seemed ancient and outdated. You couldn’t help but notice there was no mention of sentimental possessions of the demon you were trying to summon as well. You were sure none of the brothers would suggest a summoning if it were dangerous though...

Out of options and out of patience, you gathered your courage and set up the ritual to the best of your ability. Things seemed to match the books instructions, at least. All that was left was the blood. You stepped into the middle of the circle and closed brought a sewing needle to the top of your finger. The book hadn’t specified the amount of blood needed, but it was better to start small, you reasoned. You closed your eyes and pricked it, quickly squeezing a single drop of blood into the center of the circle, and said the name of the person you had been desperate to see.

Lucifer

The day of the summoning, Lucifer had felt this nagging sense of danger from the moment he opened his eyes. He was so sure it was one of his brothers about to cause trouble for him once again.

Lucifer spent the day preparing for the worst. Had Mammon stolen something of vast importance? Did Levi buy another piece of cursed media? Surely Beel hadn’t eaten a poisonous dish??

That evening, tired from being on edge all day, he had retired to his study, hoping some music would help calm his nerves. He settled into his chair and closed his eyes.

Then came the pull.

It had been ages since he had felt a sensation like this. When was the last time someone had tried to summon him? Hundreds of years ago, it had to be. And it never felt as strong as this force pulling him now.

There had once been a cult of devil worshipers who sacrificed many of their members for a chance to pull him to the human world, quite surprised to find out their sacrifices had been in vain, considering Lucifer wasn’t interested in a bunch of worthless humans. But even then the tug hadn’t been this strong. Sure, he could still resist it, but the strength of it still left him awestruck. Who had the power to call to him like this?

“Lucifer!”

His blood ran cold. Immediately, he stopped resisting the call and gave in, allowing the summoning to take place.

You had done it. Lucifer was here! The strongest and most fearsome of the seven, and you had Summoned him to you. Your heart swelled when you though of how impressed he’d be when he found out you had done it all on your own. Would he praise you? Would he tease you? Would he tilt his head and smirk, then ask you if you had really missed him that much?

You smiled softly, looking up at him. The look on his face wasn’t one of pride. His eyebrows had furrowed and a frown creased deep into his face. Was he angry at you? No... you had seen his anger many times. This wasn’t it.

“MC....what have you done?”

He cradled you softly in his arms. Wait. When had he picked you up? You looked at your surroundings, the fear in the pit of your stomach ever growing. Where had all this blood come from? You had only pricked your finger! Lucifer’s hand touched your cheek, pulling your face back to him.

“Don’t look.”

You had no choice but to obey. You simply didn’t have the strength to move anymore.

“I’ve called for help, it’ll be just a moment, MC. Just keep your eyes on me.”

Lucifer’s voice was soft and soothing, and you felt your tired body relax into his hold.

“I did it... I brought you here... I did it...” you closed your eyes, a smile on your lips.

“MC, keep your eyes open. Look at me. MC! MC!”

Mammon

That day had started out much the same as always. Mammon, still sore from last nights punishment, groaned as he slumped into his desk at RAD. He rested his head in his arms against the desk, and glanced at the seat that used to belong to you. Obviously, you weren’t there, but it didn’t hurt to check....

“MC is still in the human world, Mammon.” 

Mammon jumped and sat up straight in his seat, his cheeks red from being caught.

“I know that Belphie! I was just-just uh zonin’ out! MC’s old seat just happened to be in the same direction!” He stuttered out an excuse. 

“Just call them, Mammon. I’m sure MC would be happy to hear your voice.”  Oh great, now Beel’s getting involved too. He knew his brothers meant no harm, but all this talk about MC was getting him riled up!

“Fine! I will! I’ll call MC tonight! and you two AREN’T invited!” Mammon laid his head down once again, this time hiding his face, not wanting his blush to show a second time. Tonight he’d finally hear MC’s voice again. And he could blame Beel and Belphie for the call!

 Come dinner time, Mammon had just about run out of patience. His head kept telling him to wait just a bit longer, but something in his heart was yelling for him to quit dragging his feet. 

“I’m going to my room and NOBODY better interrupt me, ya hear?!” Mammon stumbled to his feet and started marching to his room, six pairs of eyes staring at him questioningly. He only made it a few steps when he felt it. A tug. He closed his eyes and swayed on his feet, dizzy from the force of it. This was a summoning, wasn’t it? He had felt it plenty of times from those damn witches, but something about this was different. He turned around to look his brothers again, a look of confusion on his face.

“I...think I’m bein’ summoned.”

Levi snorted and crossed his arms. “I’m sure you’re guilty of something. Better just get it over with.”

The rest of the brothers mumbled in agreement.

Except Lucifer.

Lucifer quickly pushed out his chair and hurried to Mammon. Something was wrong. A simple summoning wouldn’t have this effect on a demon of Mammon’s stature. 

The pull came once again, stronger this time. Mammon winced and held his hand to his aching head. Lucifer’s hand came down to rest on his shoulder

 “I don’t know how long I can resist this. Somethin’ isn’t right. Lucifer, what’s happening to me?” He looked to his brother for help, and found the rest of them had gathered around as well, a look of concern on all of their faces. 

“Someone call for Diavolo and Barbatos. Mammon, hold on just a few more moments.” Lucifer commanded. 

Mammon would have agreed, if not for the voice that rang out clearly in his head, calling his name. 

“Mammon!”

Mammon’s eyes snapped open and stopped resisting the pull, hearing the shouts from his brothers disappear as he followed the call.

“Mammon! Mammon! Mammon Mammon Mammon! Please!” You couldn’t keep this up for much longer, you knew it. You had fallen to your knees moments after the initial call. You could feel every drop of blood flowing out of the pin prick on your finger, but you didn’t dare give up. You had come this far, and you wouldn’t give up now. Not until you had to.

But you didn’t have to. A flash of light blinded you momentarily, and when you could see again, there he was. Standing there was the Mammon. Relief flushed through your entire body, and you stopped pouring your magic into the spell. Utterly exhausted, your body came crashing forward, landing in front of his feet.

Mammon quickly slid to his knees on the ground, picking you up off the floor and resting your head in his lap.

“You....Are you okay, MC?” Mammon tried to keep his voice even and steady, not wanting to scare you, but his hands that held too tightly and his body that quivered gave him away. 

“I am now.” You answered quietly, unsure if it was true. At least Mammon was here and holding you in his arms. Things would be okay as long as he was with you. 

“You...You idiot! Stupid! What the heck were ya thinkin’!? Can’t you see how much blood you’ve lost? This isn’t how you’re supposed to be summoning us! I’m gonna kill that damn sorcerer!” Mammon felt his blood boil with each second that passed. How Could Solomon have allowed this?

You softly squeezed his hand, not having the energy to yell for his attention. Immediately, he stopped, looking at you questioningly. 

“Solomon didn’t teach me this. He wouldn’t. But.... I just couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to see you.” You answered.

He frowned deeply, more troubled with this answer. You had done all this just to see him? He felt a lump in his throat form. “I would have come to you. You didn’t have to do this.” He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes to stop any tears from escaping. 

You cupped his cheek, returning the affection he so rarely showed. “S’okay. All that matters is you’re here now. I just...need....to rest....a little...” Your eyes fluttered closed, feeling at peace and calm in your love’s arms. 

Panic. Once again, Mammon’s eyes snapped open. He placed his hand over yours, trying to gently coax you into opening your eyes once more. 

“Not yet, you can’t yet, MC. We have to wait for help to come. Come on, wake up.” He knew his brothers would come. Someone would come. They wouldn’t let this happen to you. He wouldn’t let this happen to you. “MC!” When gentle touches didn’t work, he got rougher, shaking you and yelling, desperate to see your eyes open.

“Enough playin’ around MC! Wake up! WAKE UP, DAMMIT! Wake... Wake up...You have to..... Wake up....”

Leviathan

To say that Levi was missing his MC was like saying humans like air. Is it true? Yeah, but kind of an understatement. Humans needed air to live and breathe, and in his eyes, you were air. It’s no secret that Levi wasn’t exactly popular. One might even say it was well known that he was a dorky loner demon, if they were feeling particularly sassy. Being a loner has it’s advantages, like having more time for gaming and anime binging, but it sure is, well, a lonely once you’ve had someone to share your passions with. And once that someone is gone, their absence weighs heavy.

So yes, Levi was missing MC. So what? Everyone was missing MC. Why wouldn’t they? His MC was a ray of sunshine in a world of darkness. Ugh. That line sounder way cooler when the hero in his latest otome had said it. Of course his thoughts couldn’t sound that cool. But that’s not the point! Levi figured he had no right to complain about MC being gone, because he was just a gross, annoying, worthless otaku. He didn’t deserve to miss them. He was lucky he got to spend as much time with them as he did, really. 

But nobody could blame him for thinking these thoughts, right? Thinking about how much he missed the way MC would cram themselves as close to him as possible to get a look at whatever mobile game he was playing was harmless. So was remembering all the nights they’d spent binging anime and then realizing the sun was up, smiling sheepishly at each other and promising not to stay up so late next time, even though they always did. Okay, so maybe  thinking about the way they looked when they were fresh out of his shower, smelling of his soap and shampoo was less than innocent, but what was he supposed to do!? Leaning your damp head on his shoulder and curling up close to him like that! Doing things like that is bad for an otaku’s heart! You might give them hope or something...

Enough was enough! He didn’t have time to be obsessing over how much he missed MC. It was taking time away from his one and only true love. “Ruri-Chan, you’d never abandon me right? No, I know you wouldn’t. You’re not like that.” Levi began speaking to his latest figure. “Not to say MC IS like that! No, of course their not! They didn’t have a choice!” He stuttered out a quick fix to his hurtful words. He was glad they weren’t around to hear, but it still felt wrong to say. He was quiet for a minute, staring at his floor in shame. Slowly, he lifted his eyes back to the figure. “Do you think they miss me like I miss them?”

And then he felt it. It had been so long, but he knew this feeling.This was a summoning, wasn’t it?! Based on the intense tug he felt, it had to be a super powerful sorcerer or maybe a group of basic magic users? Honestly, he was flattered. Someone wanted to summon HIM? No, They must have made a mistake. Surely this summon was meant for one of his brothers.

Leviathan was so lost in his own self pity he missed the first two calls of his name. The third one, sounding so desperate and pleading, snapped him out of his funk in an instant. He knew that voice. Without hesitation he let the summon take him, and there he was. He was finally reunited with MC.

But it wasn’t supposed to be like this. When he finally saw them again, he was supposed to feel elated and whole again, not like a piece of his heart was ripped right out of his chest. But when he locked eyes with them, surrounded by blood and their eyes looking glassy, that’s exactly what he felt.

“MC! Oh no. Oh no.”

Levi. He was here. He had to be. You heard his voice and felt his presence, felt his arms circle around you and cradle you tightly against his chest. But why couldn’t you see him? And why did you feel so… empty?

“Levi? That’s you isn’t it? Why is it so dark?” Had the candles all gone out? No, even before you lit them, you remember it hadn’t been this dark. Something was wrong.

Levi inhaled shakily, holding back the sobs he desperately wanted to release. “MC, what are you talking about? I’m right here! Can’t you see me?”

Like a bolt of lighting, the realization hit you. It wasn’t dark. The candles hadn’t gone out. It was your eyes.

“No, Levi. I can’t. I can’t see you. I can’t see anything.” You shakily reach your hand up, frantically feeling around for your love’s face. Leviathan’s usual timid nature word have normally had him reeling away, but in this moment, he had no reservations as he helped guide your hand to his cheek. His lips trembled as he fought the urge to scream.

“MC…. Why would you do this? You’ve lost so much blood… and.. and your sight? I’m not worth this. I’m just a useless otaku! It isn’t fair!” His tears began to flow, the guilt of it all was ripping him apart.

You closed your eyes and smiled as you remembered the many faces of this man you had called to you. “It was worth it. I did it because I love you, Levi. I need you. After all, what good is a Henry without his lord?”