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rubra-wav · 3 months

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Hii! Can I get lil sceanarios/oneshots of Vox, Husk, and Lucifer (if you write for him) where they are ranting about something thats bothering them to their crush, so they kiss him to shut them up?

I just love the thought of them being completely caught off guard and all blushy 😚😚

Thanks!

Vox, Husk and Lucifer x crush!reader shutting them up with a kiss

Cw: SFW, gn!reader, fluff

Vox

- After another public spat with Alastor (albeit, a lot less explosive then last time) Vox sits next to you bitching his head off about it, occasionally glitching and sparking as he emphasises words.

- "I can't believe that old asshole has the audacity to come after my design choices. Mine. I mean, can you believe that! They look great- right (name)?" He doesn't wait for you to respond to his question, just cuts you off as you nod and open your mouth to speak going on with his rant.

- "Exactly! My shit is perfect. It's top of the line. I wish he'd just fuck off to whatever crevice he crawled out of!"

- You inwardly sigh watching him carry on. As much as you loved to just stare at him as he animatedly talked loudly both with his voice and also his hands, it was beginning to get somewhat annoying listening to him repeat the same things over and over again while occasionally seeking reassurance from you.

- You smile slightly, looking at his lips moving as he spoke.

- You'd seen him drink and eat stuff, but how exactly did they work? If you kissed him, would it just be screen? Would he be able to feel it?

- He continued to ramble on, not noticing you had peaced out mentally about 3 minutes ago.

- Not noticing you moving your face closer to him from the corner of his eye.

- "When I get my hands on him, I'm going to beat the shit out of him! Right (name), I'd totally win, wouldn't I-" he turns to you as he asks, and suddenly he's feeling warm lips pressed against his screen over where his mouth is displayed.

- A loud binging sound is heard as Vox momentarily errors at the sudden gesture.

- You pull your lips off of him, and look at him with raised brows. "Could you feel that? All I felt was warm glass." You asked as you watched his monitor glitch and then switch back to his usual face dumbly blinking, blue flush covering his cheeks.

- As Vox gained his bearings, he glared at you. "H-hey!" He cringed at his stutter before clearing his throat. "You can't just do that out of nowhere, Doll! The fuck?"

- Vox would be pissed off and flustered you'd tried to quiet him by kissing him out of nowhere. Who the hell do you think you are essentially telling him to shut up??

- The smaller voice being squashed was yelling about how it liked the feeling of your lips on him and wanted more, though.

Husk

- The Bartender rarely got to be the one to rant about his issues, so when you showed up as someone he trusted and loved, he took the chance to complain to his heart's content.

- "And that idiotic daddy issue having child has been forcing me to play along with her delusions. I can't just say fuck off as usual because Alastor is ordering me to partake in it for his own sick fucking enjoyment!" Husk growled before taking a long sip of his drink.

- "The sooner I can get out of that shithole, the better. I can't wait for Alastor to get bored of it, I am going crazy having to participate in 'trust exercises' and 'bonding activities'" Husk emphasised each example with mock sweetness, clearly disgusted by it.

- You snorted. "What, has she been making you make arts and crafts or something?" You joked, but then grew silent when he sourly nodded.

- "Yes. She made us do hand painting like some fucking kindergarten class. There's still yellow paint stuck in my fur from where Niffty rolled in it and jumped onto me!" He turned around to show you his back, and sure enough, yellow paint clung to his fur.

- Husk went on complaining about 3 in 1 and how it wouldn't do shit for it, and that's when an impulse took over you suddenly as you watched his fuzzy cheeks move.

- Husk abruptly stopped as you leaned forward to kiss his cheek, instead catching his mouth by accident as he unconsciously turned towards you.

- It only lasts a second as you realise your error, apologising profusely. "Sorry! I meant to get your cheek!"

- Husk stutters in surprise, unable to get out any words for a long while, before coughing and turning away, unable to meet your eyes.

- He brings a hand to touch his lips, flushing darkly under his fur at the memory of your lips on his, the scent of the sweet cocktail he'd made you on your breath as it happened had him feeling dizzy.

- Christ.

- He interrupts you from where you were apologising profusely, kissing you again.

- Liquid courage tells him not to let this opportunity pass, so he doesn't.

Lucifer

- He was very down on himself about a rather failed day out with his daughter.

- The impression that he was happy and okay had fallen to bits the second he discussed how he'd tried to take Charlie to Loo Loo World only for paparazzi to storm him and lead to a series of unfortunate events ending with Charlie covered in an overly sweet drink and popcorn and having to leave.

- "And then she looked so awkward and uncomfortable when she said goodbye! My daughter hates me!" He exclaimed, burying his face in his hands.

- You shook your head, patting his shoulder and trying to tell him that wasn't true.

- "I'm the world's worst father. I caused all of hell to exist, and for someone like you to get condemned to this horrible place, and after all these mistakes, I still can't do anything right." He looked up at you, dejected, tears in his eyes.

- Your heart hurts seeing it. You just want him to stop talking about himself in such a way.

- So you do the only thing you can properly think of on the spot.

- "I'm just a failur-hff!" he hums loudly in surprise as his face is gripped, and suddenly your lips are on his.

- As he comprehends what's happening, tears well up in his eyes alongside his now pounding heart as years of him not being touched like this weigh on him all at once. It felt wonderful to be held and kissed by someone - let alone you.

- You pull away after a short time, hands gently brushing across his now even more overly warm cheeks.

- "Don't say that about yourself. You aren't a failure, Luci." You softly say. "Tell Charlie you're sorry and arrange a more private activity with her. She's your daughter, she will forgive you." Lucifer slowly nods against your hands.

- He doesn't say anything, mouth slightly parted as he looks at you with wide, lovesick eyes as his mind races alongside his heart. You're so warm.

- His hands come to rest atop your's, keeping them against his cheeks as his eyes flutter shut, basking in your touch.

- "Please just let us stay like this for a little longer." He breathily whispers. His face crumples as you nod and invite him to come closer into your arms.

- The king of hell slumps against you, craving but still hesitant to further request your touch.

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kalims · 10 months

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what's that on your face?

⎯⎯ some type of, red smudge?

cw. gender neutral but mc wore lipstick (briefly)

leona just liked you.

even if it took him less time to realize, and more wasted on just denying the thought; he knew there was something off when his eyes seem to focus from it's blurry lens full of sleep when his eyes land on you—that's not normal cause one of the things he does is space out when someone's talking.

it's not that he hates the person, he's just not interested in listening. his time would be spent better if they'd close their mouth and let him continue his sleep.

maybe that's what he likes about you. whenever you're around of him even if his eyes close, he can't seem to control his ears cause as much as he wants to block out the words you spout; he still listens attentively.

he was never one to sleep easily in noisy environments (not that he can't, he just wants peace. get it?) but there's something about your voice that lulls him to sleep. he isn't too upset about missing out on whatever you talked about when he drifts into the euthymia of dreams, cause even then. you show up when he isn't even awake, he could still hear you talk there anyways.

awake or asleep, you're everywhere. leona feels that he's neither irritated or elated about the fact.

should he even be upset when in the back of his mind—when you notice he's fallen asleep from his still stance from the grass floor you immediately shut up.

weirdly enough he feels cold for a second but that's quickly fading away when he feels a new type of warmth near him.

he wonders what you do when he's asleep cause he knows that's most likely you.

"what's that on your f—"

"..."

leona should be offended at ruggie unable to keep his gaze on the man's face before bursting into a fit of giggles, more so even finish his question.

with a furrow of his brows, and a cross of his arms. leona casts a steady, nonchalant look at ruggie, albeit confused. "what are you on now?"

he watches ruggie lean on the wall, almost having slid to the floor from how much yapping he was doing. he quirks a brow in intrigue but there's just really more impatience that curiosity from his tensing shoulders. what was wrong with his face then? last time he knew he was awfully handsome.

(you didn't fail to comment on that hours ago anyways.)

leona releases a long drawl of a sigh. he wasn't that bad looking, and even if. ruggie's seen his face for a long time. everyday, yesterday, just this morning. his face can't have shifted to that of a clown in a day and he really wants to believe it has if his normal face is something to laugh about.

you frown too much. stains your pretty face. he scowls, rubbing his ears. please leave his thoughts.

were you right?

he debates on just walking out because he can't deal with this but ruggie's just wiping the last of the stray tears that he spouted midst his fit of laughter. leona notes that he, essentially isn't looking at his face—but his forehead.

his frown deepens. "did I grow a damn third eye or something?" some type of spell that landed on him and no one told him about?

ruggie chortled even harder.

"you and (name) been busy being love birds?" the hyena pauses, grinning. a look of amusement. "ah wait. love lions?" then laughs at his own correction and joke.

leona doesn't find it funny at all, not a single muscle in his face strains into anything but the dead look carved into stone. he's heard a good portion of ruggie's lion jokes and it was getting out of hand.. and unfunny...

the hyena doesn't even give him an answer. too enraptured into shitting tears, the watery drop in the edges of his eyes are prominent and even slides down his cheek every time he has to blink but he even laughs harder.

to think he assumed ruggie was done when he was able to speak.

no, he laughed even harder.

with ruggie not responding to his questions—well, not that he's able to with the amount of snorting he's been doing that just takes away his ability to speak real, actual words. leona's forced to deal with his inner monolog picking out what he's done this time.

but please. if taken literally he doesn't do much.

what was so damn funny about his face?

leona's face twitches into a deeper look of irritation, his voice is drowned out by the loud laughter from ruggie so the boy can't even hear him and he doesn't even want to raise his voice.

if anything, you just kissed his face a while ago so if there was something wrong with it he would've been made known to that.

...

to be specific you kissed his forehead.

leona pauses. raising his hand to swipe his thumb finger against his forehead, the crease of his brows twitches when there's a pigmented, red shade on his finger. having more similarities to pink than the actual color due to his smudge.

seven.. he literally walked from the botanical garden, to the mirror chamber and now savanaclaw. his very existence demands respect and he's reduced to this.. man with a lipstick stain on his forehead like some type of mark.

oh.

leona can't help the huff that excludes from his mouth, partially stumped by your mere audacity and the whole predicament he's stuck in. even with all the realizations he's going through ruggie is still dying on the floor so he ignores him since the boy wasn't much use to figuring it out anyways.

it really wasn't that funny!

the other portion... maybe a bit smug, with all the goating he's made about you being his you were never too vocal about him being yours.

while there's been some kind of mutual understanding between you and leona, non-verbal. him, yours. and you, his.

you were bordering between the line of being loud about it and keeping it a tight label between the two of you only. but you were never this bold about it. the most you've done is probably mess with him in public.

but he can't deny there's some strange satisfaction within the thought of something of yours on him.

he shakes it away before it starts encasing his entire brain.

next day he makes sure every beastman can smell him on you, everyone else? feast your eyes upon the necklace (that he totally did not force you to accept) he always wore around, now fit rather snugly around your neck.

he always returns his favors after all.

note. behold my half assed writing isk eat well. not pr

sorry guys been busy yk, school been starting (LIE CAUSE IVE BEEN ACTUALLY WATCHING KEEGAN EDITS AND READING HIS FICS KWNSKANS)

com me <3

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urcatslitterbox · 1 year

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You should do a never have I ever with colby and they are home alone and get bored so they decide to drink and play it and one thing leads to another where they end up sleeping with each other and confessing their love

Never have I ever…

Colby brock x fem!reader smut

Cw: smut, daddy kink, p n v, unprotected sex (be safe!), (breeding???), let me know if I missed anything!

A/n: omg I’m so sorry this took literal years to come out. This is my first time writing something like this so I’m sorry if it sucks. Also I began writing this before sam and Katrina broke up so that’s why they are together in this.

“God I’m so bored” Colby groaned throwing himself onto the couch opposite of where I was sitting.

Sam and Katrina had gone out on a date night, leaving the house to Colby and me for the night. I was quite bored myself so I offered up a suggestion. “We could play a game?” he thought for a moment he decided it was a good idea. “Alright, like what?” he asked, “anything that involves drinking, I've had a looong week” I joked. Colby got off the couch heading into the kitchen, there was a rattling before he returned to the living room. In his hands were two wine glasses and a bottle of red. He sat on the rug of the living room and patted the floor telling me to join him. I sat down, still opposite him and he handed me a glass. “Do you have a game or are we just going to drink on the floor?” I teased. Colby smiled, filling my glass. “We're gonna play never have I ever, but instead of putting down a finger we take a drink” he said. “Ok, I'll start,” I said, thinking of what to say. “Ok never have I ever snuck out,” I said. Colby’s eyes widened slightly, “what!? You're kidding, you've never snuck out?” he asked in disbelief. I smiled knowing he would have to drink, “nope, I was a good kid” I stated. “Come on now drink up brock” I smirked, he rolled his eyes before taking a sip of his wine. “Ok, my turn, never have I ever..” he trailed off thinking of how he could get me to drink. “Called my friend to fake an emergency so I could get out of a bad date” he said with a cocky look on his face. “That's not fair you're targeting me!” Colby just laughed, signalling me to take a drink.

As the night went on Colby and I got progressively tipsier. “Ok ok I have one, never have I ever worn handcuffs for any reason” I grinned knowing for a fact that Colby has been in handcuffs, perhaps more than once. He narrowed his eyes at me before finishing off what was left in his glass. As he poured himself more he went his turn. “Since we’re playing that game, never have I ever given a lap dance” he said calmly. I felt my face flush as I took a sip from my glass. Colby’s eyebrows raised for a moment before dropping. “Never have I ever done it in a pool” I said, understanding what this had turned into. He drank from his glass before leaning closer to me. “ I find that hard to believe y/n/n” he said quietly. I returned the gesture, leaning in as well, not wanting to seem intimidated by our close proximity. “Just because you can't keep it in your pants and have to have sex everywhere doesn't mean everyone else does too” I teased. Colby scoffed, “ok, never have I ever masturbated when people are home” he said. I felt my face get hot, I didn't think anyone was home when I did, but I was wrong. “Well, never have I ever listened in on someone you creep” I fought. He just smirked, “it's hard not to when you make those pretty sounds” he whispered, staring into my eyes. My cheeks were on fire at this point, I looked away to avoid his intense gaze. “Never have I ever wanted to kiss you so badly..” I heard him say. I looked back at him our faces mere centimetres apart. I leaned closer closing the gap between us in a soft kiss. Colby held my head in place as he deepened the once-soft kiss turning it into something hotter.

We made out sloppily, the wine and game long forgotten. Colby began to lean me back onto the rug, moving his lips to my neck. He sucked deep bruises from my neck to my collar before kissing back up to my ear. My breath got deeper as my heart raced. Truth be told I've liked Colby for some time now and the fact that he was on top of me made my core heat up. I let out soft whimpers as I tugged on his shirt wanting it off. He pulled away ripping his shirt off of him before heading towards mine. He looked to confirm that I was ok with this, I nodded wanting to feel him already. He practically tore it off of me then my pants followed, adding to the mess of clothes in the room. Colby sat back admiring me. I began to feel self conscious and tried to hide my body. “Don’t hide yourself from me, you’re so beautiful”, he whispered as he grabbed my arms that were shielding my body. He kissed me passionately and his lips trailed down to my breast. He pulled my nipple into his mouth sucking harshly. I moaned at the feeling as he did the same to the other one. “God baby I’m so hard for you..I need to be inside you, I can’t wait any longer.” He groaned lining the head of his cock up with entrance. He pushed in slowly allowing me to adjust to his length. I hissed at the stretch as he bottomed out. “Fuuuck” he breathed into my ear. “Colby.. please..” I whined. “What baby? Use your words” he teased. “Please fuck me” I said looking into his eyes. Somehow his eyes got even darker at my words before he spoke. “Don’t have to ask me twice princess” he growled before thrusting hard into me. I moaned loudly as he rocked his hips into mine aggressively. I clawed at his muscular back as I started to loose grip on reality. He was so big and deep I could barely take it. “Oh god Colby yes!” I moaned as he pounded into me even harder. “Fuck yeah take it baby…god you’re so tight gonna make me cum” he groaned. “Want daddy to cum inside your pretty pussy? Make you mine?” He growled, speeding up. I moaned in response, my walls clenching around him as I grew closer to cumming. “Yes daddy please! G- gonna cum daddy so close!” I panted. “Me too baby it’s alright, let go cum on daddy cock” he grunted burying his face in my neck. I all but screamed his name as I came undone around his cock. He thrusted a few more times before I felt his warm cum fill me. He pulled out and held me close to him, both of us panting as we came down from our highs.

I closed my eyes as we laid there cuddled together on the carpet. “Y/n” he breathed into my neck. “Mhm” I mumbled, too tired to form a coherent sentence. “I I really like you. I have for a long time now” he confessed. At that my eyes snapped open. “Colby-“ I tried but he interrupted me. “I know you probably don’t feel the same and this was a one time thing bu-“ I cut him off smashing my lips onto his, kissing him with everything I had. All the pent up feelings I had towards him pouring out through the kiss. When we pulled away he looked at me confused , his lips red and swollen. “Colby, I like you too moron” I giggled. His expression went from confused to sheer love in a matter of seconds. “Good because now that I’ve had a taste I’m not letting you go” he promised, kissing me again.

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n1cholaswang · 2 years

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ALL MINE — CJU

nonidol!au — boyfriends!bestfriend!jiung x afab!reader

cw: established relationship w/ intak, cheating (i don't condone it so don't do it mfs), first orgasm (lol ikr), unprotected sex, oral (f!r), praise, degradation, name calling, choking, rough sex, fingering (f!r), squirting (?), getting caught, idk tell me if i messed something

wc: 2.7k

a/n: after a long wait, here it is! i removed a little bit of content from my teaser post but that's cause i felt a little rushed and i wanted to get this out like... asap. i hope y'all enjoy even tho it's not the best. oh btw! lmk if you want a part 2 ;)

YOU and intak have been together for almost a year now and while things have been more than great, you couldn't help but feel like something was lacking.

two months into the relationship, intak had introduced you to his closest friends, taeyang, keeho, shota, jongseob, and jiung.

they all quickly became your friends and took you in as one of their own.

all except jiung.

while he put on the front that he was alright with you around, he wasn't. and that was mainly because, even if he had his eyes on you for a second, his cock would harden under his pants.

you are the most beautiful person he had ever seen before, and your intellect only intrigued him more. he wonders how someone like you could even be with someone like intak.

sure, intak was his friend and he adored him but when it comes to you, he could care less about intak, or anyone for that matter.

you didn't begin to get close with jiung until keeho's new year's get together.

you had found jiung on the balcony, looking over the city and quietly sipping his drink.

"whatcha doin out here all alone?", you joke, taking a seat next to him

he shrugs and takes another sip, staying utterly silent.

that was until your drunken thoughts got to you and made you start crying.

"you hate me!", you sob

he chokes on his drink, some of it spilling out of his mouth, "what?! what makes you think that?!"

"you never talk to me-"

"that doesn't mean i hate you, [name]"

the way your name rolled off his tongue was perfect. like, your name was made to be said by him.

"i thought intak already told you i'm a man of few words"

"he mentioned it but... i didn't believe him. you just seem so... friendly and outgoing"

he chuckles lowly, "why thank you. i try to be"

you and jiung talked all night, and right when the countdown started, here came intak and theo.

"3! 2! 1! happy new year!"

intak cupped your cheeks and kissed you with much adoration, while jiung sat on the other side of you, not bothering to look at the two of you.

it should be him kissing you. it should be him touching you, holding you, fucking you.

he thought about how cute you'd look with glossy eyes, begging to be fucked like a little bitch in heat.

he thought about how you'd look cumming around him and squirming under him while he fucks you through it.

he thought about how precious you'd look with your lips wrapped around his cock, pretty pink lips stained with the white thickness that would be his cum.

and there it was again, like clockwork, a fucking boner.

four months in and you finally got through to jiung.

so much so that you'd consider him one of your best friends.

you told him everything, even things you'd never dare to tell intak.

your declaration made water trickle down from his nose, "intak can't make you cum?"

you nod.

"so... you've never had an orgasm?"

"nope", you respond calmly

jiung's mind went wild. thought after thought of wanting to be your first everything.

you both sat in silence, you gnawing on your bottom lip to ignore the fact you're incredibly embarrassed and jiung fighting with his thoughts to not say what he really wanted to say.

"would you like me to change that?"

and of course, he let his thoughts win. but in his case, who else but him should make you writhe?

and that's where it all started: just one orgasm forced by his fingers.

who knew from that day forward you two couldn't keep your hands off each other.

every time you're left alone together, it's within seconds that your lips are pressed together and moving in perfect sync, your clothes on the floor, and getting fucked deeply into the mattress.

you'll never do it again, you promise yourself, for intak's sake. but why does it feel so good? why does being with jiung feel so fucking good?

your affair with jiung was a sin but why do you not care so much?

intak was a beautiful lover, taking the time to pepper every inch of skin with kisses and whimpering in your ear about how much he loves you.

but jiung, he was a devilish lover. all he has to do is look at you and you'll know exactly what he wants. he'll look at you then to the floor and you'll know exactly what he wants. with one calling motion of his fingers, you're on your knees for him.

intak has told you about how thoughtful and kindhearted jiung is. but with you, oh he's a demon in disguise.

on intak's birthday, jongseob and soul came up with the idea to eat lunch at this luxurious restaurant in seoul.

but little did the birthday boy know, his girlfriend was stuffed full of his best friend's fingers.

jiung would slowly thrust his ringed fingers into [name], making her hunch over their plate.

"doll, are you alright?"

intak's sudden question pulled you out of that state of pleasure.

you look up at him and nod, "mhm, i'm fine lover boy"

you reach out to grab his hand then jiung's fingers curled up inside of you, thrusting faster than before and nearly pressing the spot that makes you whimper and clench around his knuckles.

you slam your thighs shut, giving him the signal to stop and thankfully, he does.

and as soon as jiung's dessert was set on the table, he took two of his fingers — the same two fingers that was just inside of you, scissoring your hole — and gathered the whipped cream, placing his fingers in his mouth and licking it clean.

the whole table looked at him weird, keeho's face curling up in disgust.

"jiung, we are in public"

"what? it's sweet"

keeho rolls his eyes, "bitch we're still in public"

"let me do me"

"today is not your birthday, do you in two months"

jiung leans back in his chair and pokes at his piece of cake with his fork, "i know someone who'll do me in two months", he muttered.

"your hand isn't a who", jongseob says nonchalantly before eating his spoonful of his dessert.

everyone but jiung bursts into laughter at jongseob's snarky remark, but he was right.

someone would be doing him in 2 months, on his birthday.

you went into jiung's room, seeing his headphones on his head and a fashion show playing on his monitor.

you snuck up behind him and slowly pulled his headphones off, giving him a gentle kiss on his earlobe.

you see the corners of his lips curl up before he turns around, his smile fading.

jiung didn't know you had owned a choker.

jiung didn't know you had owned a short pastel blue and white plaid skirt.

jiung didn't know you had owned a lace bralette.

and jiung certainly didn't know about the white stockings with the prettiest, little blue bows on them.

his eyes traveled up and down your body endlessly, his eyebrows raising and jaw dropping.

"do you like it?"

"like it?", he huffed, "i love it"

he extends his hands, going straight for your waist and pulling you in between his legs. his calloused but gentle fingers felt you up, sliding up and down your sides to your outer thighs before comfortably slipping under your skirt to cup your ass.

you giggle at his excitement, his hands kneading with the flesh of your ass and placing little kisses on your stomach.

"is this mine tonight?", he asks before slapping your ass.

you smile at him, resting your hands on his shoulders, "since it's your birthday, i'm fully at your disposal today"

"happy birthday to me then"

jiung pulls you into his lap, your thighs straddling his. he leans back, taking you down with him and kissing you.

you felt yourself getting warmer, and wetter, his experienced hands cupping your tits. he begins to kiss your collarbones, gradually making his way up to your neck.

"since you're mine for the next 24 hours", he mumbles against your skin, "if i want you, you'll come to me, right?"

you hum in response as jiung's hands grope your ass once again.

"even if you're with intak?"

your lips press together into a line as you thought about how to answer that.

on one hand, it was jiung's birthday and you wanted to make him feel special since you've been spending all your time with your boyfriend. but on the other hand, you didn't want intak to be suspicious.

"yes, even if i'm with intak"

what the fuck [name] i thought you were still thinking, you cursed at yourself.

you assume that was the answer he wanted to hear. as soon as those words left your mouth, jiung lifted you up and stood from his chair, walking over to his bed and placing you on it, his body hovering over yours.

his hands traveled up your legs to your thighs, groping at the flesh of your outer thighs then moving down to get on his knees.

"try to stay still", he mumbles before lifting your skirt

his eyes dart up to yours, "no panties? wow, this really is a birthday gift", he nearly squeals

jiung wasted no time dipping his head into your core. his wet tongue flattened against your folds, prying them apart with the tip and gathering up all the sweet wetness seeping from your hole.

when he lightly sucks on your folds, you squirm and close your legs around his head but his arms link around your thighs, parting them and forcing you to keep them open as he continues to suck on you.

his tongue travels up and down before setting up a home on your clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before bringing it into his mouth, suckling on the bud like it was a baby bottle.

you tried to keep your composure but you couldn't help but moan. the more you tried to close your legs, the tighter his grip got and the more he sucked on you.

his tongue pushed into your hole, your walls tightening around him.

your mouth opened to plead with him to stop, but the only thing that came out was a carnal groan as the fire in the pit of your stomach grows. jiung's tongue plunges in and out of you as his nose presses against your clit, adding pressure onto the already mind blowing head.

your fingers grip at his hair, yanking harshly as your orgasm is right around the corner.

but it was quickly ruined as he pulled away, lips glistening with your arousal. jiung stands on his feet, pulling him sweatpants and boxers down, his rock hard cock springing into the air. the angry red tip was leaking precum and you couldn't wait to put that beautiful cock of his inside you.

he grabs your thighs and pulls you to the end of the bed, his tip prodding at your hole before slowly sliding in. your wetness covered his cock from the tip to the base as you pull him down to your lips by his black tank top.

your lips collide and in the heat of the moment, jiung begins to thrust into you at a moderate pace, your soft moans muffled by his swollen and wet lips.

you begin to move your hips with his, fucking him back. and this only riled up jiung more.

he stopped, his hands placed next to your head and his blonde hair in your face as he watches you take his cock by yourself.

he huffs, "you're such a little slut for me", he looks back up at you, his eyes hooded and dark with desire, "aren't you, pretty girl?"

his voice was low which only made more arousal escape from your already stuffed hole, not that he minded. he loved the messes you made for him, and just for him.

normally jiung was a clean, very neat individual but once you're under him, all that goes out the window.

he pulls away, his cock slipping out with a string of wetness still connecting you to each other. he flipped you over onto your stomach, bunching the tight short skirt you had on and pulling you nearly off the bed.

he wraps a hand around himself, pumping it a few times before entering you again, this time at a dangerously slow pace. his thrusts became deep, his tip brushing against that gooey spot inside of you while he lays down on you and kisses the shell of your ear.

"i'm gonna make you mine..."

his hips lift up, slamming into yours as he puts much power and emphasis into his next words.

"all... fucking... mine..."

you cry out as his cock hits that spot again and again, more wetness leaving you and sticking to jiung's pelvis.

he groans as you clench around him, standing up and slapping your ass before pressing your hips deep into the mattress below you, putting all his strength onto keeping you still.

jiung's hips pull so far back you thought he was coming out of you before he pushes back into you again, your whole body moving forward from the force and you screaming out in pleasure.

he does it again, hearing you call out his name in desperation before he does it again.

he continues with that action, his tip kissing your cervix and your head buried into the mattress, fingers tugging on the bedsheets and arousal squirting all over his pelvis and lower stomach.

he smiles at the mess you're making together before he pulls out, slapping his hard wet cock onto your puffy lips and sliding back into you.

you couldn't hold out any longer, he's fucking you so good you don't know if you can even stand after this.

"can i cum? please?!", your head lifts up just enough for him to hear

"of course princess. i want you to cum all over me. cum on this cock, your cock"

"ain't this dick yours?", you could hear the smirk in his voice

"yes! 's mine!"

"and that perfect little pussy? whose is it?"

you groan loudly, your orgasm was right there.

"please... please... fuck please"

he could feel your legs shaking and he's satisfied, knowing he's the only man who would turn you into a babbling baby.

jiung pulls at your hair, forcing you to stand as he puts a hand on your throat and another on your stomach. he feels the bulge of his cock buried deep into you and the grip on your throat tightens as the thought of him breaking you invaded his mind.

and with one more powerful thrust, you're screaming. he acts quickly and kisses you, your noises being muddled again as your legs and body shakes under his touch.

your body collapses onto the bed, little tremors making you fuck jiung just a bit.

"ha-ppy birthday... j-jiung...", you say out of breath

"a happy birthday it is indeed", he smiles

he pulls out of you, getting back into his knees and licking his lips, about to devour your pussy again.

that is until the room door opens.

"hey jiung! happy bir-"

jongseob stops mid sentence, not being able to believe his eyes.

there you were, damn near naked and exposed in front of jiung and him with his cock out, still wet from just fucking you and his lips close to connecting with your folds.

jongseob rubs his eyes, seeing if he was just hallucinating but no, he wasn't.

"don't you say a word about this to intak"

"i... i wasn't even here..."

jongseob backs up slowly, shutting the door and shuddering in both disgust and confusion.

he never took you for a cheater, let alone a homie hopper. but as he stood there and thought about it some more, it begins to make sense.

every time you and jiung are left alone, you two always come back with messy hair and clothes. once, your lipstick was slightly smeared on his fingers after the boys left you two alone for an hour.

it all makes sense now to jongseob, but he couldn't dare to tell intak, even though intak was calling him.

"hello?"

"did jiung like his present?!", he was ecstatic

"y-yeah... he liked it..."

#choi jiung #jiung smut #p1harmony jiung #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts #p1harmony smut

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captain-mj · 11 months

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The serial killer au is just amazing! The perfect amount of fluff and hurt and fucked up-ness

Waiting patiently in front of my bowl for part 2

Took me a minute but I made it!

Part 1 and also CW: everything. So much. There's Dubcon. Explicit stuff. A man is murdered. Vague references to self harm. Dead Dove

Soap knew the moment the man died. Ghost was pouting about it. He took Soap down to the basement to keep him company as he poured bleach all over the blood soaked floor.

The blood went in arcs all over the floor and walls. Like there had been a fountain of it with several buckets of it hitting the floor.

"I can't believe I hit a vein. Fucker bled to death." Ghost treated the body like a broken toy. Kicking it to the side so he could pour more bleach on it. It fell so limply.

Lifeless soulless eyes looking up at him, as if to judge him. As if to ask why Soap stood upstairs doing nothing about it.

Soap nodded, feeling a bit sick. He looked away and upstairs. There was a burst of energy in his limbs. It felt like he was a rabbit, ready to sprint.

But the wolf in question would never hurt him.

Ghost, probably reading Soap's mind as he had a tendency to do, crossed the room, gloved hands trailing along his throat.

"Poised to run?"

"Nah. Much prefer being with you." He grabbed his wrist, not to stop him but to pull him closer.

Ghost rubbed his thumb against Soap's clavicle, pressing in a little. "With him gone, I guess you'll need to keep me entertained."

"You did mention something about new toys." Soap joked before noticing the way Ghost's hand tightened.

"Johnny."

Oh no. Serious voice and his name. Ghost was about to say something earth shattering.

"Do you want to see my face?"

Yep. Earth Shattering.

"What?" Soap wheezed.

"Yeah. How about this. We play a game and if you can win, I'll show you my face."

Soap panted immediately. "What? Really? What's the game?"

"I set a timer. You last."

This was some trick. "Last how? Like don't..." Soap felt himself get flustered. Yes, Ghost had put him in degrading positions and had done unspeakable things with those long fingers of his, but something about just saying "don't cum your brains out" was a little too bold for him.

"Nah. Nothing so cruel. I know you have a hair trigger."

The worst part? Soap always took longer than his partners before. Ghost was just good at what he did.

"You just have to stay awake."

Soap didn't understand, but to see Ghost's face? He'd stay up for weeks. "Yeah, okay. I agree."

Ghost grinned. Soap could see how the skin around his eyes wrinkled, even though there was no change in the actual depths. Still dead and empty. "Excellent."

He yanked him upstairs, lifting him off the ground for a few seconds. Ghost's hands were all over him. Groping him. Grabbing at him. Yanking his hair until he...

"You moan like a whore." Ghost growled at him, yanking his hair to get another pitiful moan out of him. He started to tug at his clothes, wanting Soap undressed as always. Soap obliged, loving those rough gloves on his body.

Ghost grinned. "And so you know I'm serious." He grabbed a blindfold and put it on Soap. There was a rustling of fabric after it was on and then Soap's hands were pressed to his bare face. Ghost must've shaved recently. Suddenly, he realized what Ghost's scars were. A giant smile, reaching up to his cheeks.

Did someone do that to Ghost? While Soap knew about the scars along Ghost's shoulders, he didn't think cutting a smile was something Ghost would do to himself, even if he was in the worst of mindsets.

"Just have to stay awake."

"How long?"

"You don't get to know. I can't make this easy on you. It's my face on the line."

Soap hummed softly. "Do whatever you want to me." He could feel Ghost's mouth on his body. Sweet and loving. Gentle fingers.

Soap laid back and just floated in the sensation of being prepped. Finally, he was starting to learn to go to this soft and floating place so that way he could take what Ghost gave him.

After being prepped for a good long while, his body easily able to take three of Ghost's fingers, did Ghost pull back.

Soap felt an expectedly cold on his cock when Ghost dropped lube on his cock. It made him pause, wondering what was going on. He considered voicing his confusion, but the small chance that Ghost might drop the deal kept him quiet.

Ghost's breath brushed against his cock and Soap's hips jerked up slightly, almost into his face. It made him chuckle and kiss Soap's stomach lightly.

Something touched the tip of his cock and then it started to slip down like a glove. He jerked and wiggled, not liking the feeling of cold lube and silicon quite that much. "Called a fleshlight. Just relax. Feel better in a minute."

It wasn't quite like a person, too... plastic. But it did start to feel nice. Especially when the heat from Ghost's hand warmed it up. He started to buck his hips up, even more confused by what Ghost's game was.

"Is the timer hours or days?"

The toy quickly moved faster, knocking the breath out of him. He could hear Ghost angrily whispering about Soap's stupid ability to think. It started... buzzing.

Soap felt the red on his cheeks spread to the tips of his ear. He had never used a vibrator before and this was... He whimpered and bit his lip to shut up.

It squeezed around him slowly and Soap's legs twitched. His hole clenched with the need to be filled. He wanted Ghost to finger him again. Or maybe just ram himself into him. Break him open.

Something silicon pressed to his hole too.

"Jesus Ghost. Prefer you."

"I'm flattered." Ghost grinned. He pushed it in and Soap immediately had a sneaking suspicion he knew what the challenge was. It was ridged and even with the thorough prep, it felt like he was actually going to break open from the inch that was pushing in. By the second ridge shoving inside him, Soap's legs snapped shut and both the toy around his cock and the one being pushed in stopped. It was a small mercy and a clear sign that Ghost was secretly being generous tonight.

Ghost didn't pull the stupid thing out but he did focus on the toy on his cock. It was so good. He felt himself just drifting as he took it and took it. Well, trying.

He came for the first time and Ghost just kept going. Overstimulation got worse but he could handle it. Was determined to handle it. To see Ghost's face. Blond hair maybe? What nose did he have? Soft lips?

Soap started to build up again. His stomach started to tense up into knots, legs shaking. It felt so good but it was starting to get to be too much, too fast. He was going to...

Soap jerked away before he could finish, trying desperately to get respite from the assaulting pleasure, and Ghost paused again. Slowly the toy pressed in deeper. Soap figured out this game as well. Too much pleasure or take more. The toy was now pressed right at his prostate and it only made the situation worse as his cock pathetically jumped against his stomach.

Sobs tore their way through him. Sensations bombarding him until he felt like he was nothing but what he felt from Ghost's hands. The blindfold and the deafening silence of anything but Soap's own fucked out whimpers made it feel like he really was a Ghost. Just a set of hands set to destroy him and ruin him in anyway possible.

Soap couldn't take it anymore. It made him feel so stretched and full that it started to drive him crazy. He jerked up into the toy and laid there to take the assault again. Unfortunately for Soap, it seemed the time away had not decreased his sensitivity at all. His orgasm started to build again and he just forced himself to take it. It washed over him like a wave, suffocating him.

Soap was pretty sure he wasn't hard anymore. Not from lack of trying, of course, and definitely not from lack of enjoying it. He started to cry harder, feeling the shame of being into this. Of sickeningly enjoying it. Soap pulled back from the fleshlight and felt the dildo immediately start to press deeper. Each ridge had him choking on sobs, horribly turned on and able to do nothing but take take take.

Soap shook his head. Where was the timer? They had been doing this for an eternity? Soap reached down, feeling the small bump in his stomach from where he was being impaled. If he pressed, he could feel his muscles jumping while trying hard to let him cum one more time. Despite Ghost's sadistic methods, he still struggled with more than once and three times was a struggle that took hours. It had to have been hours.

Soap came a third time, feeling warm liquid on his thighs. He wondered if it was Ghost's or himself. The idea of Ghost coming untouched at the sight of him. That watching Soap debase himself, become so debauched he'd let Ghost torture him so and get off on it. Made him cum. It got him horrifically close to a fourth time.

"I can't..." Soap gritted out. "No more. I can't..."

Ghost paused and leaned over him. "New deal."

"Sir, please." Soap couldn't. His brain wasn't working anymore. It couldn't.

"You have another hour on the timer."

"No, god please." Soap sobbed so hard the pillow under his head became wet. "I can't."

"Not much left of this toy. All the way in and I'll still give you your reward."

Soap had to think hard. Ghost's hand dragged his to show there were just four ridges left. He could do that. He could.

"Okay."

Ghost turned the fleshlight on high and slowly started to push it in.

"Wait." Soap choked out.

One of four and Soap was starting to wonder if the toy was tapered because it just felt harder with push. So much. So intense. So big. He wondered if the wetness in his thighs was his own blood. If he had been torn. If Ghost would keep him on his shelf a little longer.

"Stop."

Two of four and Soap was sobbing, hurtling towards some great beyond. He started to babble instead of talk. His body was shattering. His brain was turning to mush. So fucking big and his cock was being fucking milked a

"No."

Three of four and Soap's started to shake as he hurtled towards the edge. Just as he reached it, just as he was about to get his reward, Soap's head lolled back as he blacked out, cumming right as he did.

Ghost tsked his tongue. "Hope you have sweet dreams thanks to this." He, carefully, pulled the toy out of him, watching the way Soap gaped from it. Soap was lucky he was asleep or he'd been stuffed full of cum until he was drunk on it. Ghost used his hand and then got to work taking care of Soap. Bathing him and changing his clothes. He laid him gently back in his bed and left him to sleep.

After a little back and forth, he decided to give Soap a consolation prize. A little one. He didn't tie him up before he left. Soap could get to wander around to his little heart's content.

Ghost kissed his hair, admiring him. His bitten lips and pretty complexion. He wanted to press him between the pages of a book like a flower to preserve him. Instead, he had to settle for just admiring him. Johnny needed to sleep, so he left him to do so.

Before he did though, he picked up his phone, putting it in his pocket. The alarm had went off about 45 minutes before. Ghost had just had it on vibrate so Soap would only know if Ghost told him. It had been an insurance policy in case Ghost changed his mind about the face thing. Which he did.

Soap sobbed when he woke up. His entire abdomen was sore and his legs still felt like jelly. He tried to sit up and pain rushed through him.

How could he mess things up like that? He was so close. He was going to get to see him.

His entire over sensitive body picked up on every single drag of the sheets. Every sensation setting him on fire.

"Ghost?"

No answer.

"Ghost!" Soap called again and when no one answered, he took the blindfold off. He glanced around before seeing a note, explaining that for his efforts, Ghost left him untied.

Only one small problem, it hurt to move and there was zero chance he could walk in this state.

Soap just shoved his face into the pillows and sobbed.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #cod #ghostsoap #soapghost

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ssareids-coffee · 7 months

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i’m so tired of being strong

writing something a little different with some satoru gojo angst/comfort cw/// wanting to not be alive, struggling.

summary- you and satoru are both so strong, but you don’t know how much longer you can be

your sat on the steps to the school, it’s long after dark and your smoking your way through another pack of cigarettes as you stare blankly out into the grounds. satoru sees you, sitting down beside you and lighting his own cigarette.

‘what are you still doing here y/n?’ he asks quietly, taking a drag of his cigarette as he looks out at the schools gardens in the darkness.

‘lost track of time i guess, think i just needed some time to think’ you reply softly, taking a drag of your cigarette. the two of you fall into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, you eventually breaking it.

‘toru, do you believe in god?’ you ask quietly, eyes still staring out at the darkness in front of you, taking a drag of your cigarette and watching as the smoke clouds around you.

‘god? no, i don’t think so, not anymore, not after what i have seen, i don’t think any god could let those things happen. what about you?’ he asks softly, taking another drag of his own cigarette.

‘no, i don’t think i can believe in a god, but i wish i could’ you say sadly, shaking your head slowly ‘god what i would give to believe though, to sit alongside all those people in church with this blind hope that someone out there to save you. but in the end, if there is a god, if he loves you, it’s just not enough to save you’

he takes a moment to think about what you said, inhaling the smoke of his cigarette before speaking ‘yeah...I know what you mean.you want there to be something out there that can make everything better, but then you start to wonder why no one has ever come to save you.’ he takes a deep breath, sadness evident in his voice ‘it feels so lonely sometimes’.

you look at satoru, the chosen one, the strongest sorcerer of all time and you can see he’s tired, gone is his playful persona, gone are the jokes you both shared, it took all of your energy to even muster smiles at this point.

‘i used to pray, i used to believe in a god when i was a child, before all this’ you say sadly, taking a drag of your cigarette and savouring the feeling of the smoke burning your lungs ‘but i prayed, and prayed, but after a while, i realised no one was coming to save me. i guess if it’s meant to be, it will be’

‘yeah, i used to pray too, it always seemed like no one was listening, or if they were, they never bothered to help.’ he says, voice low as he looks out onto the dark school grounds, wondering when did his life become this. ‘but I think you're right, in the end, we're all on our own’

‘i wish i had that kind of hope left, i wish i could believe in something bigger than this, but i’m so tired’ you say softly, taking a drag of your cigarette as if you hope it would make you feel less empty ‘i’m tired of being used, having to save people when i don’t even know how to save myself, im never enough, i just want peace’

he sighs, watching the amber glow of the cigarette as you take a drag. ‘i don’t think i remember what peace feels like anymore’ he says quietly.

‘neither do i’ you reply ‘i don’t even feel like a person anymore i don’t feel alive, i feel like a shell of myself who just goes through the motions and the only thing i feel is empty’ you watch the smoke swirling around you both as you sit and smoke.

‘I know what you mean..I feel like I'm just existing now, not really living..And the only thing I feel is exhaustion’ he looks down at the ground again, taking another drag and speaking quietly ‘I can't remember the last time I felt happiness and joy..or hope for the future..It feels like it's been so long ago..’

‘i want to feel real again, i want to feel human, i want to feel something that reminds me why i am alive, that i am alive’ you say softly, looking at him with dull and tired eyes that mirror his own.

‘sometimes i wonder if the only time i will find peace again is when i’m dead, y/n’ he says, so quietly you can hardly hear him.

‘i wonder that too toru’ you reply gently ‘sometimes, when we are on missions, i’ll let a curse get a few hits in, just so i feel something other than empty, that even for those short seconds i am reminded i am real, i am alive’

‘i do that too, and i’m so ashamed that is what my life has turned into’ he says, your fingertips touching as your hands rest on the ground beside you, the gentle touch serving as a reminder that you aren’t alone, that you are both here.

‘toru, you shouldn’t be ashamed’ you say gently, looking at him with a soft expression ‘it’s so hard, being this strong, everyone relying on us to save them’ he takes your hand, squeezing it as you speak ‘i wish that for just one moment, people didn’t need us, that they looked at us as more than just these beings which can save them, i want to be more than that’

‘i don’t remember what it feels like to be seen as anything more than a protector, that’s all we are to everyone, the people who can save them, and i want to be more, i want to be a whole person’ he says with a sigh, the two of you looking at each other with a new sense of understanding.

‘toru, you will always be more than a protector to me’ you say, thumb brushing over his hand in small circles as he holds your hand in his. he looks at you, surprised and clearly touched.

‘y/n, do you really mean that? i think that people always see me as strong, and nothing more than that, i can’t remember the last time someone saw me as whole’ you smile softly, looking at him with more sincerity than he has seen in a long time.

‘you aren’t just a protector, you aren’t just strong, you are my satoru- your kind, funny, you always put others first, you love sweets so much i’m surprised your teeth haven’t rotted off, you make everyone feel important, you always have time for your friends, your smile and laugh could light up a room, you never fail to make me smile even when i feel like i’m going to cry- you are so much more than you know’ his expression softens even more as he looks at you, still smiling softly and speaking in a gentle voice.

‘you really notice all that, you see me as all that? y/n, i don’t know what to say’ he replies, a smile creeping onto his lips as he speaks ‘no one has ever said that to me before, i didn’t know how much i needed to hear that, how much i needed you to be the one to tell me that’

‘toru, i’m so sorry no one has told you that before, but i can promise that as long as i am alive, i will continue to remind you that you are real, that you are more than a protector, that you are so much more to me than you know’

‘y/n, you are everything, you are so much more than strong, you are the kindest person i have ever met, your presence always makes me feel as though even my darkest moments have light, you are so intelligent, you are so funny, and your so beautiful’ he says, taking your other hand in his and looking at you with all the love he has been hiding for as long as he has known you.

‘toru, even when you doubt everything else in this world, don’t you ever doubt how much you mean to me, with or without power, you have no idea how important you are to me’ you say, looking at him with so much emotion that he swears his world feels like it’s beautiful again.

‘if there is one thing i am grateful for in my life, it will be knowing you, meeting you, loving you’ he says, hands reaching out to cup your face softly ‘i will always love you, even when you don’t love yourself, even when you don’t love life, know i will always love you’. you look at him, tear falling down your face as you smile, the first real, happy smile you have had in a long time.

‘i will always love you toru, i always have’ you reply, his thumb brushing away your tear as he feels as though his world is slowly putting itself back together.

‘i will always love you y/n’ he says, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your lips, pulling away as you both smile.

‘i won’t ever let you forget it’

#jjk satoru #gojou satoru x you #satorugojo #gojo angst #jjk #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru hurt #gojo comfort #jjk angst #satoru angst #satoru hurt #hurt/comfort #jjk gojo

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cherrypikkins · 3 months

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This might’ve not been the type of request you were thinking of, but what about Aloise? Especially since Kitt is allied with the Church and not ALL of them are the Nabatean gang, it might be interesting to see how someone else takes this Strange New Event, and Aloise, for all he might be a coward for scary stories, I think would really wanna support a young, hurting soul.

FE3H OC Short Fics - Kitt Burgess (Part 4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

i mean you're not wrong that Kitt has a complicated relationship with all levels of the Church, knights included.... :3;;;

cw mentions of death, mild body horror, claustrophobia

Alois

"How long until they seal me up?" Kitt inquired, perched on the stone dais where the saints slumbered.

"...Just a moment longer," the knight said awkwardly. He shuddered in his armor, feeling a dreadful chill in the underground chamber. Yet something made him stay despite his misgivings. "Are you certain you'll be alright? I can't say I like the idea of you being locked in the dark with…"

His eyes drifted uneasily towards the endless rows of sarcophagi. With a tense inhale, he wondered if the spirits themselves were listening - unseen - in this very chamber.

"The dead can't hurt anyone, Alois," insisted Kitt, as if reading his thoughts. "You should be more wary of me than any old ghost."

But… you're just a child, Alois wanted to say. He could hardly fathom sending his own daughter to her room for more than an hour. This didn't just feel wrong. It felt revolting.

Seeing that Kitt was of a different opinion, he sighed in resignation. "Is there truly no other way?"

Kitt stared up narrowly at him. "Would you rather deal with a full-blown transformation out in the open, with the students running amuck?"

A heavy brow furrowed. "I just find it hard to believe that this is the way things have to be. Surely there must be a better way to manage this… thing that lurks within you."

Amber eyes lowered. "There isn't. We've tried everything. This is the best precaution we've got."

Alois grappled to accept this. Kitt noticed, and offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Alois. Give it a day, give it a fortnight. I'll be out walking in the sun before you know it. And you'll be sharing with me all your latest jokes."

Their body began to seize and shudder with familiar pangs of inconceivable pain. Alois realized with a heavy heart that his time was up. Having done all he could, the Knight of Seiros returned to the surface alone. It took all of his discipline not to look back as furious, agonized snarling echoed through the chamber...

The ancient doors slammed shut behind him. Their massive locks clicked into place, sealing Kitt in pitch-black darkness for Goddess knew how long.

Standing tensely in the main floor of the cathedral, Alois watched the visitors freely go about their business, paying their respects to Seiros and Her Four Saints. None of them knew of the terrible secret that lay beneath the stone of the monastery. No one paid notice to the howling wind that haunted the corridors like a wretched beast, save for him.

Grimly, Alois assumed a guardsman's stance at the entrance of the Holy Mausoleum. His mind drummed with all the choice opinions he would very much like to bring to Seteth regarding Kitt's situation, solicited or no.

Until then, he would fulfill his duty as a knight, and keep a steady vigil.

#fe3h #fe3h oc #fe3h alois #alois rangeld #fire emblem three houses oc

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orbleglorb · 11 months

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Happy WIP Wednesday! Ivy and Yunie, but also “we can’t keep meeting like this” if you’re up for it!

Doing we can't keep meeting like this first, since its shorter

She grabbed her pocket knife and ran to the kitchen. If the intruder had a gun, she was so screwed, but she couldn't let– wait, who was playing Frank Sinatra? And why did it smell like tuna? The intruder didn't seem to be worried about being caught. Leylo couldn't get a good look, but they wore a long trench coat and a hat. They were standing at a counter with their back to the entrance of the kitchen. There was a tabby cat in a baby carrier on their back. Leylo and the cat made eye contact. They seemed equally confused about this situation. It took a second for Leylo to find her voice, but when she did, she asked, "Who are you?"

and, Ivy and Yunie! it's a bit longer. cw for eating disorders (this is why i joke that i can't share my blb lore but i think the current fanbase is more cool with mental illness & generally unfun topics than the early fanbase was

Upon entering the kitchen, Yuniesky found his grandmother's project.

"I thought you'd been quiet today, Conditional," Yuniesky said, stepping over wires coming from the oblisk in the center of the kitchen.

"HELLO!" Conditional whirred to life. Its face appeared on the tablet on the kitchen table. "HOW WAS WORK?"

"You were there," Yuniesky said. "But if you're just trying to make small talk, then it was fine."

"IS EVERYONE OUT OF THE FLOOD?" Conditional asked.

"As far as I know," Yuniesky said, grabbing a bag of chips out of the pantry.

"OH GOOD!" Its face moved from the tablet on the table to a computer sitting on the counter. "I HOPE MARGARITOVILLE DOESN'T FLOOD. THE WOOD FLOORING AND BAR WOULD BE A PAIN TO CLEAN."

"Mhm. So, what's Abuela doing?" Yuniesky asked, gesturing to the small hill of cords by the refrigerator.

"ANTONIA WANTS TO SEE IF SHE CAN CONNECT ME TO THE FRIDGE AND MONITOR THE INTERNAL FRIDGE AND FREEZER TEMPERATURES."

"...She knows she could just control that from within the fridge, right?"

"SHE THINKS THE TEMPERATURE IS NOT WHAT SHE SET IT TO."

Yuniesky paused for a moment. "Alright, sure. Whatever."

"DO YOU BELIEVE SHE IS INCORRECT?"

"No," Yuniesky said, leaning against the counter next to Conditional. "I just really feel like there has to be a simpler way of going about this."

"MOST LIKELY," Conditional agreed.

Yuniesky wolfed down some food and half-listened to Conditional talk about gossip it had picked up from HQ. Mostly inter-team stuff. The leading teams were worried that Redistribute Wealth would go through. The losing teams were worried that Relegation would go through. Everyone was worried that the forbidden book might open. And Yuniesky was worried that once he saw someone wearing his old clothes, he'd realize how much weight he has gained and relapse.

#asks 4 sasha #blaseball (organizational)#oc: leylo gromit #oc: taylor wallace #oc: maxwell byeon #wip wednesday works #orble writing

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leianaberrie · 3 years

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As other anon asked, I dont think the bonkai fandom is as active anymore bc we have so little content to work with, just the potential of what they "could have been" if the writers knew how to handle a dark ship... which probably never would have come to fruition under the CW network (at least nothing of high caliber)... Bonnie was considered the most righteous out of everyone, so it would have been far more interesting watching her struggle against this internal push-and-pull unlike what they failed to do with Elena. Writers wanted us to believe Elena was the "good girl" but she was way too one dimensional, so her empty gestures definitely came off as fake & unrelateble, that's why so many fans hated her lol. It was the actors (Kat & Chris) who really took something that was meant to be/or particularly expected to be nothing & instead turned a few brief encounters into this huge overnight success. We really were under the impression that Kai would be the pivot to Bonnie's new character development. J.P. hinted to us before hand that Bonnie would get more focus S6... & at the time I naively held onto this belief that things would indeed change)..that the prison world would serve a greater purpose in changing her nonexistent role, decision making, & that she'd finally question her unwavering loyalty to the MF gang. Making the ship bittersweet bc it ended way before it even got started. We as Bonnie fans know them canning Kai (his death in 6x22) was complete & utter bullsh*t. That's when my love for tvd really declined, I gave up all hope & started reading the fanfics instead. I think most bonkai fans have that in common. Notice how majority of Kai-stans don't even mention bonkai?? Yeah that's bc they were predictably shipping him with someone as basic as Katherine by default. Hence, they never cared about Bonnie's part in the show regardless. But everyone knows Kai can't exist without Bonnie, essentially that's why he's not the same character in Legacies (just another desparate one note villain).

I think all ships take a nosedive after content is over, but it's still remarkable IMO that with so little content, BK is as active as it is now. Thank you for reminding us that there were a lot of pre-season 6 hints that Bonnie was going to undergo a change in the show. I remember an interview where Kat said she'd get a love interest in season 6, too. Of course, all that came to nothing when Kai proved to be too popular for Bonnie.

Kai stans who hate Bonnie are one of the great mysteries of racism life to me because Kai isn't memorable without Bonnie. He's a fast talking, pop culture cracking villain, and the show is full of them. It was interesting the first time Elijah Mikaelson said "I believe the correct expression is O M G" but by the time Silas was making Madonna reference, it was a running joke that no one found funny anymore. Shipping Kai with Katherine is even more ridiculous because neither of these people would like each other. Between the way Kai hated Damon, mocked the Delena relationship, and cracked jokes about Caroline's humanity off phase, Kai lowkey looked down on vampires. (Which is why, btw, I hate hate the heretic arc because Kai would not have wanted that. Even if Kai had gone evil and chosen to kill the coven, it won't be at the cost of turning himself into an undead blood-drinker). The men Katherine loves are men like Elijah and Stefan who are "good" men, or try to be good, or pretend very hard to be good. The honourable, long-suffering soul. Even the redeemed version of Kai won't be like either of these men.

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ifconfusionwasaperson · 3 years

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Lily fell first

Sometimes i like to think Lily liked James first.

Ao3 link yk bc i have to

Cw; a bit of swearing

First or second year;

She should of hated him, she knew that. They were compete opposites

She was a the nerdy redheaded girl with only 1 friend, she was a traitor to her house because her only friend was a slytherin, she was a muggle born and didn't know anything about The wizard world, and her family was working class.

While he was popolar and cool and rich, he wore the house colors on his cheeks while she often times wished she was in slytherin, everyone seemed to like him, of course they did cause he was so very sweet, and he was a pureblood and apperently everyone in the wizarding world knew his family, and he loved quidditch, she could barely get a broom off The ground.

Severus hated him, James hated Sev. She should hate James Potter just based on that fact alone, but he was never mean to anyone else. And when he flashed his Smile or when he sent a wink her way and she felt butterflies erupt in her stomach. Stupid James Potter with his perfect teeth

In third year it stopped being her stupid little crush. Now it was just embarrasing.

The first time he *tried* to flirt with her, her stomach did backflips and she could feel her cheeks glow red. But then soon it stopped being fun as he continued. The stupid flirting was now everything from compliments to pickup lines to asking for a date to hogsmeade. She'd never felt so embarassed esecially when his stupid friends stood behind him trying not to laugh, or when Severus was beside her and she could feel his anger bubblig up. Her stupid crush was suppost to be her little secret but now. He most of known.

"Lily, do you want to go to hogsmeade with me tomorrow?" James Potter stood before her. This time his friends was not to be seen, and The rest of her classmates was slipping away until it was just the two of them in the hallway. They'd just come from a charms lesson.

"Potter it's not funny anymore okay, you can stop i get it, you know about that but stop"

"Lily what do you men 'about that?'"

"Oh very funny Potter really, don't think i'm gonna say it for your entretainment let's just move on, it's not funny"

"Lily i geniuently don't know what you're talking about, i'm not asking you to hogsmeade as a joke im geniuently asking you"

Yeah sure, she thought. As if Someone like James Potter would like someone like her

"Shove off Potter"

Lily Evans did not hate James Potter. She just hated that he kept tormenting her about her old Crush.

In fourth year he stops asking her out and she feels Great. No more of his joking around no more, no more embarassment. No more feeling guilty whenever she catches herself staring at the boy for a second too long. Finally her crush can be left alone.

That's until fifth year starts. And it starts all over again, The flirting the asking for dates. But she's older now, she doesn't feel the need to be nice to him like she did when she was 13. She's 15 now, and she tells him to fuck off, and she tells him to his face she'd rather marry the squid in the lake. She even starts dating someone else. Yeah fuck you James Potter for being an asshole fuck you for breaking my young heart.

But then sixth year rolls around and so much is happening at once, Suddenly she's friends with not only James but all of the marauders. Slowly she starts to think that maybe James hadn't been taunting her those years. He's so nice and perfect and how would those eyes ever be able to be mean. She's 17 and she asks him about their earlier years.

"James?" It's only the two of them in the common room

"Yeah?" He sitting on the ground in front of the sofa she's sitting on, leaning his back against it.

"Why did start asking me out in third year?" He turned his head to look at her. This was a dangerous subject. To close to all secrets

"What do you mean? Why do you think i started asking you out?" James asks looking at her so sincerly she feels like she might break under his stare

"It came so sudden i thought you had found out about- well i don't know" Her cheeks was red, she didn't dare looking down at James but she knew he was staring at her.

"You though i knew what? -" When he doesn't get a respond and her eyes won't even look down at him he sighs before he continues

"I'm not sure Lily i just, i guess i just looked at you and realised you- well you were so goddamn cool, and you didn't care what anyone said about you and you were beautiful nontheless. So you know thirteen year old James thought he'd have a chance," He was smiling now looking far away", And well me having Sirius Black as a friend didn't help you anything after you rejected me. He said i just had to keep trying because, and I qoute ,,You're the sexiest mf i've ever laid my eyes on Jamie boy and if she can say no to you then she's the problem,, he gave me a weird hug afterwards. Then you said no again and well they all decided my crush on you was their favourite thing to bully me on" He had a nostalic smile on his lips again. She wanted to kiss it.

"I ehm, i thought you were making fun of me"

"Making fun of you? Why" His eyebrows were scrunched together

"Well i had been having this huge crush on you since first year," Lily was pretty sure she heard James breathing in sharply, she could of been wrong though based on all blood running through her ears. ", and then you just out of nowhere started giving me compliments and a random tuesday morning you asked me out, and I had to say no because Snape was right beside me. But then you never stopped and I just assumed you knew and were making fun of me" She looked down embarassed. She already regretted her choices.

"You liked me?" He looked baffelled

"Well yeah" They looked at each other before James started laughing.

"I can't believe you thought i was making fun of you" He threw his head back into the sofa. She started laughing too

"Well yeah you were this cool looking boy with your friends Who all laughed everytime you asked me out and I was just nerdy little me"

"They laughed at me because i kept getting rejected" He quite down

"We're idiots" She said before they burst out laughing again

God if his laugh wasn't the most beautiful thing she'd ever heard

"Yeah we are" His eyes had a glint of mischief in them and she couldn't help but wonder why

"When did you stop liking me James?" Suddenly his features got overtaken with panic

"well i ehm... Lils" His voice was quiet and unceartain.

"James?" He looked down embarrased.

Her heart was Hammering inside her chest. This was dangerous.

"James" For probably the first time ever his head didn't turn around at the sound of her voice. She lerned forward so her head was on the same level as his hos. She let her hand rest on his jaw

"James" This time his head turned. His eyes was soft, his cheeks was flustered and his lips slightly parted. She learned forward to greet his lips. He took in another sharo breath. Their lips met and the world exploded into fireworks. Oh how her eleven year old self, who had been staring at James for a whole 30 seconds before answering his greeting when he walked into her train compartment, would be jealous of her now. Just you wait eleven year old Lily, in six years you'll get to kiss him. And it will be nothing like you Imagined. Becasue kissing James Potter is everything she'd ever dream of but it's also like nothing she's Imagined. His lips are soft like she Imagined, he's *trying* to cup he jaw. He's still sitting on the ground so he has to turn his arms around to reaach her. Kissing James Potter is also not at all like in her imagination. In her imagination his kisses are nothing of the ordinary. He kisses just like her exes, she knows nothing else. But kissing James Potter is everything but ordinary.

"Lily-Lils-Evans" He pulled away from her and she's quickly taken by panic

"Oh my god i'm sorry James I didn't think-i thought you-" she was rambling

"What? OH No. No no Lily i just, well i was sitting on the ground and I don't know you felt so far away i kinda just wanted to sat myself on the couch you know if we're gonna kiss... Did i make it akward now?" He gave an akward Smile and ran a hand through his hair. Typical James behaviour. He'd managed to sat himself on the sofa.

"Idiot" The Word was spoken softly without any harsh meaning behind it.

She smiled before jumping onto him making him fall back against the couch.They were both laughing and kissing at the same time. His arms going around her waist and hers going for his hair.

"How did it takes us this long Evans?" James was smiling like The love sick idiot he was.

"Shut up we're here now aren't we?"

"Guess we are. Hold on does this mean? Lily Evan do you wanna go out with me?"

"Yeah i do"

It's seventh year. She's 17 now, has been for a while, seventeen means she's an adult in The wizard world. Eighteen is next which means she's an adult in The muggle world. . Her last year on hogwarts. Suddenly the world seems all too big and she feels all to small, but James is with her and if liking the same guy for six years without dating him was a bit pathetic, then she was a bit pathetic. But they were dating now so it was okay. She knew they would be okay.

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