#sobs.............let them be happy pls i’m begging

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Desperation✨

I’M NOT DONE YET >:)

Maybe I should go on vacation more often, gets the creative juices flowing, I hope y’all like a little bit of sub!Lucifer 😏

(No set up to this one either, this is just gonna be smut right out of the gate lmaooooo)

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: A more than willing Lucifer is ready to submit to your every whim…

Warnings: 18+, smut, sub!lucifer, light dom!reader, teasing, pet names, orgasm denial, edging, hand job, oral (m & f receiving), p in v

You weren’t sure how you ended up in this situation. Well…that’s not entirely true. But you never thought that you would ever be in the situation you found yourself in. Not that you were upset at all by it. Lucifer, the almighty ruler of Hell itself, was bound and blindfolded in your bed wearing nothing more than his briefs. His hands were restrained to the bed post with tightly knotted rope while a silk ribbon obstructed his vision, leaving him absolutely helpless. Of course, you both knew he could more than easily break free from his bondage, but he wasn’t going to. He trusted you with his entire being, his devotion to you was undying. He was now yours to tease, to use, and to break. The thought excited both of you. You had already stripped naked, wasting no time as you closed in on your prey.

“Are you ready, Luci?” you asked, inching yourself closer to the foot of the bed.

“Yes, darling,” he answered sweetly, “do with me what you please.”

“Good boy,” you hummed. You heard a light moan escape his lips from just your words. He loved nothing more than receiving praise from you. You began by resting your hands on his ankles, ever so slowly moving them up to his calves, and stopping to massage the inside of his thighs. It was already apparent that he was having a difficult time sitting still, he was very sensitive after all. Your touch was intoxicating, he could never be satisfied. And the blindfold certainly amplified the experience. You finally moved your hands up his briefs and onto his hips, where he finally bucked up from your touch.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you chastised, “don’t move, baby. Be good for me.”

“Y-yes, love,” he murmured.

“Already so needy, aren’t we?,” you teased, noticing the very obvious wet spot on his shorts. “We’ve barely started.” You palmed his erection, eliciting a yelp from Lucifer. You began to slowly stroke him through his clothing, you felt his cock twitch at your gentle touch.

“Pl-Please, I-mmhn, please m-more,” he babbled. The sounds of his begging were pure ecstasy. What a feeling to have power over the most powerful being in the realm. You chuckled, reaching for the hem of his briefs, finally releasing his hardened cock. His tip leaked precum onto his stomach, Lucifer whimpered softly.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” you coerced, “tell me what you want.”

You heard an audible gulp from Lucifer. Even with the blindfold, you could tell that his cheeks had flushed a bright red. “T-Touch me, pl-please…need to f-feel you,” he choked out.

You smiled as you reached out to grab the base of his cock, forcing another moan out of Lucifer. You started to stroke his shaft up and down at an agonizingly slow pace, precum leaking onto your hand. It felt like he could burst at any second, but you planned on making this last as long as possible. You could already feel yourself getting wet from the sight of him writhing under your touch. Lucifer’s breathing became heavy as though he couldn’t get enough oxygen in his lungs. Unfortunately, he bucked up his hips to your touch again. You let go of him completely, Lucifer nearly sobbed at the loss of contact.

“What did I say, Luci?,” you scolded.

“Imsorryimsorry!!,” Lucifer cried, “Please! Please, I’ll be good. Please don’t stop…”

“You need to learn some patience, baby,” you retorted, kneeling down and taking a long lick from the base of his shaft to the head. Lucifer’s moans had turned into breathy gasps for air. Without warning, you plunged your mouth down on his cock.

“FFFUUUUCCCKKKK!,” Lucifer yelled as you continued to bob your head up and down on his length. He was well endowed, so you were careful not to take too much of him all at once. Your hot mouth engulfed half of him while your hand stroked the rest, perfectly in sync. You circled your tongue around his tip, loving the taste of his precum. The only sounds from Lucifer were screams of pleasure as you overstimulated him with your mouth.

“Talk to me, sweetie,” you said sternly, “how does this make you feel?”

“S-so good, love,” he panted, “ffffuuucckk, I’m so c-close, soooo close…”

“Mmm, what a good boy you are, Luci,” you smiled. You moved your hand and mouth away from his cock in an instant, leaving it to lay on his stomach once again. Lucifer’s breath hitched as he whined inconsolably, completely devastated by the loss of any friction. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

You crawled up onto the bed and hovered over Lucifer. You could see the beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, his breath was warm on your face. You leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. He tried to deepen your kiss but you pulled away just out of reach.

“Don’t be greedy now, darling,” you murmured into his ear, sending shivers throughout his whole body. You kissed the edge of his mouth, then his cheek, then moved down and stopped at his throat. As you started to nip and suck at his sensitive skin, you could feel his rapid pulse while you marked him. You looked up to admire your work, a beautiful purple bruise that he can show off to the rest of Hell. “I want you to show me how desperate you are for me. Can you do that, love?,” you cooed.

“Y-yes,” Lucifer whimpered, “yes, anything!”

You hummed in approval. You continued to crawl on top of him until your pussy was place right above his face. Despite being blindfolded, Lucifer knew exactly what was happening. It took every fiber of his being to keep himself restrained because he would devour you in an instant. He whimpered beneath you waiting for your command.

“Eat up, pretty boy,” you chuckled, lowering yourself closer to his more than willing mouth. You felt his tongue hit your slick folds immediately, causing you to gasp. He easily found your clit and focused all of his attention on it. You tried your best not to move too much and risk removing his blindfold, but it was easier said than done. You couldn’t help but grind against him as he lapped up your dripping cunt. You held on to the headboard in front of you, trying and failing to keep your composure. You felt the knot inside your stomach tighten more and more with each flick of his tongue. You had to pull away now before he could finish you off. In one swift motion, you pulled yourself off of Lucifer’s face and moved to sit on his chest, letting yourself catch your breath.

“NO!,” Lucifer cried, “you’re so cruel…”

“Now, now, is that anyway to speak to me?”, you teased. Before he could respond, you slid yourself down further and began to grind your cunt on his throbbing erection. Lucifer’s strangled moans filled the empty room, you could listen to him like that forever.

“Tell me what you want, Lucifer,” you barked, refusing to slow your hips as you rocked back and forth on his cock.

“F-Fuck…fuck me…p-please,” he moaned. You moved your hips faster, causing Lucifer to scream. Tears started to leak through the blindfold and fall down his face.

“I know you can do better than that, pretty boy,” you laughed coldly. “I’ll ask again, what do you want?”

“FUCK ME, P-PLEASE FUCK ME, RIDE MY COCK, PLEASE LOVE, I-I NEED TO BE IN YOU NOW, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEFUCKMENOW!,” Lucifer cried out in agony.

“That’s what I hoped you’d say, my sweet boy” you praised. His words went straight to your aching cunt, you couldn’t wait any longer. You lined up his cock with your entrance and sank down on him, sheathing him inside of you completely. You both moaned in tandem at the sensation. Before long, you started bouncing on his cock at a steady pace at first. But only moments passed before your hips started to shift rapidly, chasing the orgasm you denied Lucifer earlier.

“Wanna-wanna see you,” Lucifer pleaded weakly, “please, p-please let me see you, love…” He sounded so broken and sweet, you couldn’t say no to him. He did so well for you, after all. You took pity on him and removed the blindfold from his face. You looked into his eyes, they were puffy from the tears he’d shed earlier. But they seemed to glow brighter once he saw you, completely drunk on his cock. “So beautiful…”, he whispered.

“Luci…,” you moaned, “feels so good, shhhiiiitt…”

“Love, s-so close, I-I can’t…,” Lucifer choked out, screwing his eyes shut. He couldn’t breathe properly anymore, he just wanted to feel you come undone.

“Look at me,” you commanded, “look at m-me when you cum. Be…Be a good boy and cum for me!” Lucifer opened his eyes, his face had turned beet red from your praise.

“I-I’m gonna…fuckfuckFUCKIMCUMMING,” he screamed, thrusting up into you only a few more times before his orgasm hit him hard, spilling his cum into your waiting pussy. Just a second later the tight knot in your stomach unraveled and you felt the waves of pleasure throughout your body, your newly painted white walls clenching around Lucifer’s cock.

Your body gave out and you collapsed on top of him, gasping for air. Lucifer snapped his fingers and the rope that had restrained him was gone. He helped you off him and laid you next to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. He kissed the top of your head and pushed the hair away from your face.

“That…that was so good, my angel,” Lucifer smiled. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

You laughed lightly, looking up from his chest. “Yes, I enjoyed that a lot, Lucifer, thank you. I…I wasn’t too harsh, was I? I might have teased you too much, I-” You were cut off by Lucifer’s lips, now completely forgetting what you were going to say.

“You were perfect, darling,” he reassured you. “I loved it! And I love you. We’ll certainly be doing that again.” You smiled and nuzzled into his chest.

“I put you through a lot tonight,” you said, “let me run you a bath. And then we can cuddle afterwards. Sound good?”

“Only if you join me, my dear,” Lucifer bargained. You could only smile and nod, how could you say no?

~~~~

Happy Valentine’s Day ya filthy animals!! 💖💖💖

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[mysmuttyy]

REALISATION

summary: mattheo and y/n are enemies, but he has a nightmare that makes his realise he loves her.

⚠️: death, crying, confessions, fluff

Pink: y/n | Red: mattheo.

Monday Morning.

Voices echoed around the room. The voices were heard in front of him, behind him, but not beside him. For the first time in three years, her seat remained empty, chair tucked under the desk- Just like she left it. Mattheo felt odd not having her there, but slowly, he shrugged it off, convincing himself that she’d show up any second.

The class dragged on, the doors opened and closed, but she never walked in. It was like this for the rest of the day, no one had seen her.

His overthinking won and his anxiety set in, the echo of his footsteps following him down the quiet hallways. With a mumble of the password, the doors swung open, allowing him access. The curly haired boy wasted no time in hurrying up those steps, rushing toward her bedroom. His veiny hand clutches onto the handle, knees buckling once his dark eyes spot her limp body lying in a pool of her own blood.

The whole world stops, and he feels a shooting pain coarse throughout his entire body, heart shattering into a million pieces, every ounce of happiness he possessed fading away.

People arrived and he somehow gained the strength to get up, stumbling toward the phone booth, tears streaming down his face as he dialled in her mothers number. Her sweet voice was heard on the other side, sounding just like y/n’s. He felt his heart break all over again, as this mother cried on the other side of the phone, repeatedly asking for him to be joking.

Mrs Drew, y/n’s mother, choked on her cries as she informed Mattheo about y/n’s feelings for him. She was in love with him. That’s all it took for him to fully break down, knees dropping to the floor, loud sobs filling the booth.

“I’m so sorry!” The boy cried, begging for her mothers forgiveness. She cried back, telling him never to apologise.

Monday Morning.

The great hall doors sprung open, slamming into the walls. Everybody turned to look, watching as Mattheo Riddles dark eyes scanned the crowded room. Y/n stared at the man who hated her, noticing a change in his demeanour. Today, he didn’t seem unbothered like usual, he actually seemed to be very bothered.

Once their eyes locked, he smiled, a sweet, genuine smile, one that made butterflies swarm her stomach. Her cheeks flushed red, a smile she couldn’t hide forming across her nervous face. Mattheo Riddle walked down from the doors, heading toward her. She watched, eyes following his figure, melting when his hand cupped her cheek.

Mattheo pulled her up from her chair, holding her gently, leaning in until their lips smashed together. Everything changed in that moment, there was no more darkness, it was colourful. The two felt their souls had finally come together, accepting that their meant for each other.

She pulled away from his touch, quick to question what was going on. That’s when he confessed to not only her, but the whole of Hogwarts too. “Y/n, I’m so in love with you.” He told her, holding her so tightly, too afraid to let go.

The girl giggled before him, making his heart do a backflip.

A/N; this is my first fluff, no hate pls 😂😂 also, i haven’t gone over it bc I’m too lazy n half asleep so, ignore any spelling mistakes! thank you for all the support, i love you all.

ps: i need smut ideas, send them thru xoxoxo

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[tryingtofindava]

pls im begging for dating ticci toby headcanons 🙏🙏

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ‘𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢’ 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄

tw: mention of manic episode.

: ̗̀➛ Back to source

My god.

This boy is full of so much love.

Y’all take FOREVER to actually get together.

It got to the point where Toby got frustrated and was all like “should I just kill them?” (Assuming you ain’t a proxy)

What I’m tryna say is he’s sorta oblivious to his feelings towards you.

But he’s so scared to get attached to you, cuz every time he’s ever gotten close to someone they die.

But when y’all (finally) get together after a long ahh slow burn.

YOU TWO ARE LITERALLY THE CUTEST OMD.

He was so surprised that you said yes when he asked you out. Like- you? The pretty girl who he had the the pleasure of becoming friends with???? Says yes to him????

He’s so happy

Buttttttttttttttt.

So awkward it’s almost painful.

Onetime you kissed him on his cheek, bro was all like ‘🧍’

But when you guys get past that awkward stage? You guys are practically attached to the hip.

And I know most of the fandom hates the ‘soft Toby’ stereotype, but I feel like that’s just how he is w you (though he does have his moments…)

Lots of reassurance. It’s needed if y’all wanna last.

He isn’t used to have someone be so affectionate towards him. Since deadass the only person who’s showed him genuine love was Lyra.

When y’all first met, he’d always wear a massive ass bandage over the gash on his cheek.

Every time you saw it you gave him the ‘🤨’ look, which he’s just shrug it off. And when you’d ask him about it, he’d say something like:

“It’s ruh-rude to ask t-that.”

He’d even continue wearing it INTO your dating life, he’ll eventually cave in since it’s been around 8 months of him wearing it around you. And a wound would normally be healed by now.

He wasn’t at all surprised by your reaction of shock.

He’ll always have it on out of the apartment though. No exceptions.

He calls you ‘pretty thing’ sm it becomes a tic.

Eskimo kisses? Eskimo kisses.

He try’s his best to keep the whole murder part of his life away from you. But it’s obvious so… that was one long night of going over things.

Anywaysssss.

AQUARIUM DATES! Y’all get in your grandpa jumpers and walk around the aquarium holding hands and looking at all the cool fish n’ shit.

HE LOVES LOVES LOVES NECK KISSES.

He’s a slut for knowing he’s yours.

He loves teasing the shit outta you for being short. Even though he’s like 3 inches taller

“I’ve been b-breaking my bug-back k-k-kissing you, babe.”

“Piss off.”

He loves laying between your legs with his face flushed against your chest while you run your fingers through his hair and itch his scalp.

When you guys are sleeping, you’ll constantly have to make sure he doesn’t get too over headed or cold due to his CIPA.

Speaking of sleeping, he grinds his teeth while he’s dreaming. So just gently grab his chin to stop him. And he’s a deep ass sleeper so he won’t feel it lol.

He isn’t a big fan of PDA when you guys aren’t behind closed doors, but he’ll ALWAYS hold your hand.

On the less sappy note, when he’s having a tic attack he will not allow you to come near him. He’s so scared of hurting you.

And when he’s having an episode?

Make sure you stay calm. And maybe get to him before he gets to you. He’ll be so upset if he did hurt you while going through one of his schizophrenic like states.

To help him through his manic episode, stay as calm as you can, let him know that, although you don’t share the belief that it’s real, you understand that it is real to him. Try and keep focused on supporting him with how he’s feeling in that moment, rather than confirming or challenging his reality.

If he does snap at you, he’ll feel so guilty. He will think that he’s just like his dad.

He’ll probably disappear for a few days, but when he comes back he’s begging for you to not leave him. Like he’s full on sobbing.

Hold him.

He’s clingy. Like super clingy. Clingy to the point where it just becomes obnoxious. And gets a bit irritating but he means well :(

He loves you like a dog, and he’ll do anything for you. He trusts you with his whole being and hopes you feel the same.

✯.���*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

#ticci toby x reader #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby #creepy pasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta reader #creepypasta headcanon #fluff

[jwcnsz]

catsitting with enhypen! <3

pairing; enhypen members x gn!reader

warnings; mentions of biting, cursing

genre; fluff, domestic au

word count; 800+

requested; nope!

a/n; i saw enha play with kitties and i was like “i gotta write it” so here we are. also hee’s part is so long im sorry rn im just like “heeseung 🫶” forgive me anyways pls enjoy!

heeseung;

omg he’s so happy when you tell him you’re gonna bring a kitten home for the day

you were taking care of it for a friend and wtv

heeseung literally just “KITTY” and SPRINTED towards the door

he’s so real for that cause same

the whole time he’s babying it ohhh :(

that kitten is in his arms and he’s carrying it around as if it were his child

head in hands HE USES A BABY VOICE TO TALK TO THE KITTEN

“awww my little kitty :((“ cooing and shit

“can we keep it? ☹️” “no.” “please? ☹️” “no.” “pleaseeee? ☹️” u just. “no.”

HE WILL BEG WITH A POUT AND BIG EYES

heeseung’s master manipulator era

he didn’t even let you get near it not even to help him take care of it

“hee, you need to let me help.” “NO.” he just walks away with the kitten in his arms

when it’s time to return the kitty he’s literally sobbing

he WILL NOT let go

“you can get another one 😒” “HEESEUNG.”

literally had to pry that kitten away

u got him a kitten later on though so he forgave you for the whole “ripping away his child” thing

jay;

oh he’s upset

he gets that you’re doing your friend a favor but he’s allergic to cats and you know this

“are you serious, y/n?” “BUT THE KITTY IS SO CUTE ☹️” “fucking hell…”

in the end he agrees BUT you have to always be ten feet away from him.

he literally walks around the house with a mask on cause there is no way he’s inhaling those car hairs.

“jay, you won’t die.” “you have no idea how much allergies suck.” “take a pill.” “NO. 🙄”

there is no convincing him.

yeah he thinks the kitten is cute but he wasn’t gonna get sick over it

FINALLY you have to give the kitten back

if jay feels sad he won’t tell you

“jay say bye to the kitten.” jay: 🙁

he’s still gonna act like he doesn’t want it there

you learned to never baby sit a cat again

(jay still wanted you to bring more home though)

jake;

dog lover #1

“why couldn’t your friend have a puppy?” “shut up and go get me a bowl.”

at first he hates the kitten and the kitten hates him

my mans got bitten 😞

“cats are spawns of satan and you cannot convince me otherwise.”

the whole day hes glaring at that poor kitty

the kitten who just wants to go home:

eventually jake decided to give it another chance and he tried his best to not be mean to it

“bite me again and i’m sending you to the pound.” “JAKE NO”

anyways they became besties after that

“jake let go of that poor cat” “BUT ITS SO ADORABLE HOW DID I HATE IT BEFORE??? ☹️”

he now wants a cat but he didn’t wanna cheat on layla so he decided against it

he gave it back normally but he’s now doing research on where he can get a kitten (without letting layla know)

sunghoon;

dog lover #2

but he isn’t anti cats either

he’s the second most normal one of the bunch

no fights or almost dying from cat hairs

he just vibes with it

he does get a little attached but it’s okay

“we can get our own kitten”

but it’s not the same for him 💔💔 he still loves his other kitten tho

sunoo;

they either hate each other or love each other

for this let’s act like they’re besties

love at first sight for these two srsly

you’re trying to get sunoo’s attention and he just

“don’t talk to me i’m with the baby 🙄” MF

but it makes u happy to see them get along

they take naps tgt and they eat tgt they do everything tgt

he doesn’t wanna give the kitten back but ofc he gives in eventually

“so do you wanna get a kitten?” “WE JUST LEFT.” “so a yes?”

jungwon;

THEYRE SOULMATES. BESTIES. 🤞🤞🤞

they meow at each other like literal conversations but in cat

“jungwon-“ “SHHH it’s telling me a story” he has the cat against his ear

you just let them be and it’s better for you since you don’t have to do anything

just like sunoo they do anything together

“can we please cuddle?” “the kitten says no.”

mf 😒

he really just kitten>>>you

riki;

best cat dad™️

hes so sweet

HE GIVES THE KITTEN NOSE KISSES AND LITTLE BELLY RUBS 😞

“you are now my baby! 😁” “riki you’re sixteen.” “teenage father.”

he has adopted that cat by now its HIS.

treats it like a newborn he has him everywhere

he puts the kitten inside his hoodie 😞💔

“need to keep my baby warm 🥰”

hes so in love with that kitten it hurts

he plays around with it sm :( literally they both run around like babies

“im not giving this kitten back.” he gave it back.

he was heartbroken. his world just fell apart

not even kidding hes sobbing on the way back to ur house

“riki its okay it was literally just a day.” “HE IS MY BABY. I BASICALLY RAISED HIM.”

u got him a kitten to make him happy cause happy baby riki 🫶

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[b3rrymilks]

𝖊𝖞𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖙

synopsis ; THIS IS A CONTINUATION!! PT2 OF “𝖊𝖞𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖙” PLS READ IT BEFORE READING!! ALL CREDS TO @/candle.wishes ON TT.

story notes ; pure angst. no happy ending. violence, nearing character death. // i added the fact reader got bit by a radioactive spider that only gave them the super strength and ability to stick to walls. no spidey senses.

authors notes ; didn’t expect to be asked to write a continuation for this but here i am :)

pairing ; miles morales (e!42) x fem!reader

LOOK AT WHAT YOU CAUSED.

🕷️ — “what?” your uncle asked, kneeling down in an attempt to hear you better. “it was miles, he.. he was” hiccups interrupted your speech, with broken sobs creeping in. “you’re okay, you’re okay..” your brother attempted to comfort you by holding you, but you constantly flinched away from his touch. “i cant.. i don’t understand.” your sobs had become hysterical, confusing your family.

“it’s alright dear i’m sure you’re just in—“ your cries had stopped your mother mid sentence. “it’s not okay, i nearly killed him. with my own hands..” you managed to choke out the sentence while still sobbing. you’d finally allowed your brother to hold you close, falling into his grasp.

“i don’t know what to do.” you cried.

you felt unable to care for yourself. you struggled to eat, or even speak.

days passed. fading into weeks, became a whole month. you avoided the morales family, out of fear. your family had to lay low after attacking the bank, common sense of course.

miles remained in the hospital in a coma due to his critical condition. you believed you could sneak a visit as he rested.

his hands remained undamaged, as they were protected by the large gloves he wore that night. the mask that provided him air would slowly cloud up and clear, signaling him slowly breathing.

you hesitated touching him, holding a position as you reached for his hand. his broken body laid silently, only accompanied by the beeping of all the monitors surrounding him. the white bandaging on his face was now splotched with crimson. you finally bypassed your hesitation and finally took his hand, gently. with a deep exhale, you began whispering.

“i’m sorry that— i’m sorry i did this to you.” you began. “if i had known that..” you paused, feeling the burning sensation of tears arriving. “if i had known it was you, i wouldn’t have even tried to…” pausing again, the tears began falling as you attempted to blink back the tears. “why? why did it have to be you?” you cried, placing your head down onto the arm rest of the hospital bed. “if i could change what i did, i would.” you told him, wondering if he could even hear you. “i’m so sorry miles. i’m so, so sorry.” your grip had subtlety tightened. “i’ll do anything to change this, even if it means never speaking to you again.” before speaking again, you heard the familiar voice of miles’ mother.

“tengo que ver a mi hijo, ¿puedes visitar a los demás?” she spoke, meaning she would be entering this room soon. you placed the unnamed, handwritten note onto the bedside table before quickly leaving the hospital.

when you made it back home, you sunk into the comfort of your own room again. the darkness made it almost impossible for your thoughts to settle. you had awful migraines cycling in your head for hours. your eyes constantly burned, as if you’d been staring at a screen for too long. your body had finally reached exhaustion as you collapse onto your bed, feeling the cool bedding.

when you closed your eyes, it was no longer the damaged, bleeding miles. it was now memories, as you accepted you’d probably have to let him go.

one night, you l were sitting atop your apartment complex roof. listening to the sounds of the city. after a hard day of failed missions, you’d gotten into a large argument with your uncle.

“just LISTEN to me!” you begged, not pushing through his lecture. “listen to what? the fact you’ve been ruining every single mission i’ve given you? over and over again? this is why i avoid even bringing our plans up to you, because all you’ll do is FUCK IT UP.” he now yelled at you, making you back away from him. “well?? don’t have anything to say??” your uncle continued to belittle you, making you finally flee your home.

moments passed and miles had also joined you on the roof. “you alright?” he asked, gently nudging you. “im fine miles. just a hard day.” you told him, cupping your hands. “y’know i’m here for you, right?” he placed a hand on your shoulder, comforting you. “yeah i know.” you replied, taking a deep breath. “i just wish he could listen to me, it’s so exhausting being belittled every time i speak.” you told miles, who quietly listened to you. “siempre te escucharé.” his voice softened whenever he spoke in spanish to you, it was nearly like a habit. even though he put up a front in public, he was soft spoken when it was only you two.

“thank you miles. you mean everything to me.” you told him, laying your head onto his shoulder as you two sat quietly. “eres mi todo.” he replied, slowly laying his head ontop of yours.

“promise me something?” you asked, keeping your gaze on the city ahead. “anything” he responded. “promise me you won’t keep anything from me?” your voice was quieter, not knowing his response. “i’ll promise you if you promise me.” he said. “i promise.”

EXTENDED ENDING (ngl its just one of the endings i wrote but was too sad to delete because it made sense but also didn’t make sense at the same time so i added it as an extending ending)

when miles awoke from his coma, he was crowded by doctors and nurses. by the time he awoke, his wounds had already scabbed and the swelling had gone down. his mother was overwhelmed with happiness that her sweet boy had finally woken up.

“someone left this for you.” his mother told him, placing your note into his hands. “i have to go treat other people but i promise i won’t be long.” she patted his hands before leaving the room.

miles was heavily instructed to refrain from speaking, due to his esophagus being heavily damaged. his eyes observed the room, seeing the bags of fluid leading to his IV, hearing the beeping of the monitors that kept his vitals displayed and the white bedding of the bed he laid on.

although his body was nearly broken, with a small movement, he opened the note. instantly, he recognized the handwriting. it was written in red ink and was unnamed. while reading the note, his expression had saddened reading the final words. “i broke our promise, and i’m sorry miles.”

after a long, long time of healing, miles was finally released to go home. immediately he wanted to see you. he needed to talk about this. you weren’t the only person conflicted with your thoughts about the whole situation that had happened before he was hospitalized. “miles take it easy man—“ his uncle warned him, as he already began pushing his limits once again. one night when miles was left alone, he decided to pay you a visit.

he knocked on your home door, anxiously waiting. when the door opened, an unfamiliar face had greeted him. “hello, do i know you?” the girl asked, holding a kitten.

“they moved away.”

ENDING NOTE: i did say no happy ending 🌚 umm i’m sorry if this wasn’t how you wanted pt 2 to be but uhh.. 🙂 tehee.. tell me why i only got angst on my page atm.. 💔 imma write smth cute and sweet soon TRUST ME 🌝

#💫 » 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐄’𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ˚ ˛ * 。 #42 miles morales #miles morales #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse #sony spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse #angst no happy ending #i’msorryforthispleasedonthateme #miles g morales

[natashawritesstuff]

NO NO NO WHEN I TELL U I SOBBED AND ALMOST BROKE MY BED. PLS PART TWO OF THIS

PLEASE SOMETHING HEART WRENCHING FOR HIM. NO. I CANT😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I MIGHT DIE FROM DROWING IN LALL MY TEARS PLS I AM WILLING. WILLING TO GIVE U MY RUGHT KIDNEY ANYTHING. PLS JUST A LART TWO FLUFF FOR READERRRRR PLS

based on keep it to yourself by Clinton Kane (and carrie and big from satc)

You’ve been a mess since your breakup. At least, that’s what your ex, Kyotani likes to think. When clearly that’s not true as he’s been staring at that stupid engagement post for the past fifteen minutes. 

A post that you were tagged in. A post that he didn’t make, a post that he would’ve made if he hadn’t messed things up. Before he can stop himself, he grabs his keys and phone and heads out the door. Twenty minutes later there’s a knock on yours. 

“No,” you say, shaking your head, “no.”

You turn away from the door, but still, leave it open and he takes it as an invitation, walking in. 

“You didn’t have to post it.”

“Excuse me?” you question, walking into the kitchen and grabbing yourself a drink. 

“You’re fucking engaged now?”

You sigh as you start pouring and nod, “yeah, Ken, I am, so why are you here?” you ask, downing the drink in one gulp. 

“I always thought it would be-”

“It’s not,” you interrupt. 

“Yeah, I keep getting fucking reminders of that.”

“Please, as if you don’t post your girlfriend every other week!”

“I post her, I didn’t get fucking engaged to her!”

“What the hell? Is there some sort of rule where you can date and I can’t-”

“No, but you don’t have to throw it in my fucking face that your happier now, you can keep that yourself.”

“As if you do?”

‘I’m not happy!” he screams.

Your lips slightly part in surprise and you shake your head and start pouring again. 

“You’re so unfair,” you whisper. 

“Y/N–”

“You left me. Remember? Remember me crying and begging you to stay, do you remember that?”

“I remember wanting-”

“Yeah, but remember you left anyway!” you remind him, utterly exhausted. “What the fuck Kyo! Seriously, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I still love you.”

“What am I supposed to do with that? You have a fucking girlfriend as you're spewing this shit to me and I’m supposed to trust you? Let’s just say I did, what do you want me to break up with my fiance for you? Really? Was that what you expected? What, did you have some fucking convoluted fantasy where I can’t move on from you? Cause I can, and I did. I’m not some fucking broken doll that only you can fix. I’m not going to drop everything in my life just because you decide you want me again.”

“I never stopped wanting you, I just wanted better for you-”

“I have it! And you’re still here trying to mess everything up!”

“Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll go-”

“I don’t love you,” you respond all too quickly, “I’m not in love with you and I haven’t been since you left. And if you actually still love me as you claim, you’d fucking leave, and this time don’t come back.”

And he didn’t. But soon after he left your fiance did with dinner and the way your face lit up when you saw them confirmed you made the right choice. Which meant saying yes at the alter three months later was the easiest thing you’ve ever done. You had a beautiful wedding and an amazing honeymoon, posting all about both. But not before blocking Kyotani, taking his advice, and keeping it to yourself; at least his eyes, the ones that never got to see how big your smile was on the big day.

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a/n you can keep the kidney dw :)

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[phxntomsdusk]

ANGST MOOD

death bed (coffee for your head) by powfu ad beabadoobee is giving me issues.

it has given me an idea

pls don’t write for this, i will cry, so let me write!

I NEED A HAPPY ENDING! this was gonna be angsty, but i can’t stay angsty without crying so-

wilbur is chronically ill, and he knows his time is coming. they always dreamed of a child and wanting a happily ever after together, but once he got diagnosed with his condition and given a life expectancy, y/n couldn’t help but grieve for him.

they had so many things they wanted to do! travel the world, he wanted to tour the world with his aspiring band, y/n wanted to watch wilbur play with his child from across the room, they wanted to spend cold, chilly mornings snuggled up with each other at the kitchen island.

but now, they couldn’t. and it broke y/n’s heart.

his life expectancy was coming up. all they could do was wait for something to happen. wait for him to not wake up the next morning.

y/n ranted and cried to the nurses and doctors, talked of what they’ve always wanted to do with him.

y/n spent months upon months at wilbur’s bedside, begging to anyone who would listen that he will be okay, that this is a dream, and that he’s right next to them, cuddling them close to his chest.

and when the day came where he was going to move on and watch y/n from heaven, watch them find someone else to love, watch them run around and spend forever with their family and watch them grow old, they could only wait. but that time never came.

wilbur woke up the next morning.

he woke up everyday for the next week.

he woke up everyday for the next month.

was he okay!

did the doctors and the nurse save him?

no… this can’t be real.

“y/n? wilbur’s gonna be okay. we’ve done everything in our power to save him. he’s going to be with you until the end. he’s going to have to come in for regular checkups and monitoring but he’s fine for the most part!”

and y/n sobbed. cried and wailed. their sweetheart, love of their life was okay!!

he was with them forever now!!

i think i’m gonna sob.

it’s 9 am and i am on the verge of bawling

AUGHHHHH

#phxntom talks #phxntoms friends #ax !!

[painsandconfusion]

“I’m Sorry, I’m So Sorry”

The Merry Whump of May - Day 27

[Mask | Nightmare | Pliers] (tw: skin ripping, kidnapping, restraint, blindfold, sensory deprivation)

Whumpee woke to rasping pain that burned them up their throat. Screams. Their screams.

Thrashing.

Jerking against ropes.

Welts and burns pressing into their wrists and ankles as a cold sweat wrapped the blanket too-tight around them. Their eyelids pressed against the sleep mask, begging to open and stare around for a threat.

But they weren’t allowed anything but darkness. They felt stupid for even trying.

A groan that danced a little too close to a growl breathed over their shoulder. “What.”

Whumpee froze, breath flooding in and out of their lungs at far too quick a pace and far too shallow. It burned icy inside them. Their heart rate quickened as Whumper started to shift, arms slithering out from around them as they say up clumsily - probably groggy with sleep.

Whumpee’s voice was small. Raspy. “I’m sorry- it..it was just a dream - I’m so sorry-” They wriggled as best as they could in their restraints to move however Whumper needed them to. 

“Shut up,” Whumper grumbled, the bed creaking as they stood.

Whumpee’s ears strained for Whumper’s footsteps against the carpet, desperately trying to track their movement through the darkness. A flinch jerked against the ropes as they heard Whumper open a drawer from the opposite side of the room.

“..w…whu-umper…?”

A soft click, and the drawer was closed again. Whumper’s weight tipped the bed down near their feet. No response.

Their stomach roiled, muscles drawing together and coiling them up into a little ball as they pushed back against the headboard. “...w-humper, I’m- I’m sorry, I j-”

“I said shut. Up.” Icy metal brushed up their shin, and Whumpee squeaked, shoving back harder. 

“M’sorry-”

Whumper groaned in derision, then a tiny infinity of agony ripped through Whumpee’s skin as rough metal teeth clamped down on the skin of their thigh.

Whumpee yelped, kicking out with their other leg. “S-sssstotp stopitstp-”

Whumper’s grip twisted, forcing the pain rippling out over their thigh, sour twang spiking through the layers of skin and gripping up their spine. 

Tears were barely welling in their eyes when the blindfold stole them away again, sucking them up like rain on the desert sand. 

“Pl-e-” a shrill scream cut off their words, ringing through the room as the skin ripped away from its place in a wash of wild fire.

Warmth dripped down their leg and soaked into the sheet.

“N-nononononoooo Whumper n-”

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO TELL YOU TO SHUT UP.”

Whumpee squeaked to a stop, face tucking into their arm. They whimpered their way through sobs, pressing further away. They bit down on their tongue to keep the begging from slipping from their lips, another sob hitching as the pliers danced over their skin again, looking for a new place to bite. 

“They way I see it…if your mind understands that reality is worse than dreams, you’ll stay the fuck there and let me sleep.”

The pliers did find a place - a little higher up on the opposite thigh.

Whumper ignored Whumpee’s whimpering and twitchy head shakes, starting to twist.

“If not, I guess blood loss is just as effective.” 

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[safetycar-restart]

hello, hope you are having a wonderful day/evening.

I realised I never checked to see if a name other than shels was allowed when sending an ask so I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable.

I’m obsessed with sub!charles (aren’t we all) and he is just the sweetest thing for his mommy. And as much as he loves playing with mommy sometimes he just wants kisses. I’m picturing he’s on top riding mommy after she just got home from work and just stops abruptly and just pouts asking for kisses. Of course you’re more than happy to give them to him but I just think it melts your heart a little bit from how he goes from a moaning panting mess to shyly ask for a kiss. Makes me sob… he’s just so cute

thank you so much, love the blog

PLS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!! It’s so so cute??

Firstly, Charles ADORES kisses. He’s always loved kisses, even before he got with you. He knows it’s a little weird to just want to kiss for a while, but he does!! He loves it! Make out sessions are SO underrated in his opinion and are perfectly good on their own.

There’s no need to rush to sex when you can just slowly kiss and cuddle.

But kissing you?? He’s obsessed after just one kiss. And then when you make out properly for the first time, Charles is so so happy. He never wants to move.

Personally he believes that every single conversation should be had between kisses. There is no reason why kisses can’t be involved.

And then when you start scening with him, he realises that kisses make him feel so safe? They just give him a bit of extra comfort and he loves it so so much. For a few scenes he asks if he can have some kisses, and of course you never deny him.

After he does this in three scenes, you ask him about it afterwards and he admits that they make him feel safe. At first you’re worried, because why does he need something to feel safe? Does he not feel safe on his own during scenes?

But of course that’s not the case.

Kisses just make it even better. Charles feels so much during scenes, is so open and vulnerable and sometimes that can just get a little scary for your subby little one and then he needs some kisses to calm down before he can continue.

So you make a rule. He can ALWAYS ask for kisses and you will ALWAYS give them to him. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing or how inconvenient stopping it would be. He will get his kisses.

He uses that rule often, at least once or twice per scene and he loves it so much.

This time, the moment you got home you were pounced on by a horny Charles. He was whining in your ear, hard cock pressed against you as he begs to please please get some attention. He’s been horny all day!! He needs his mommy!!!

So of course you stretch him out and go fetch his favourite dildo to put on the strap (Sidenote: I think Charles loves putting the strap on you for you? He loves doing up the buckles for you and then he always gives you a kiss on each of your hipbones before he declares it ready).

You decide to make him ride you, since he did basically jump you the moment you got home so it’s only fair that he has to do some of the work.

He’s perfectly fine with this of course, and immediately climbs onto your lap. He holds his hands out, waiting for you to take them so that he can have some stability while he slowly lowers himself down onto the dildo.

He starts riding pretty quickly, and you just lean back and watch. You keep one hand on his cock, giving him a little stimulation as he rides. He’s whining and moaning without any fear, wanting to show his mommy how good he feels.

And then he suddenly just stops? He sinks down onto the dildo fully, letting all the tension leave his thighs so that his full weight is on your lap and then he whines and asks for kisses.

He was watching you watch him ride and he looked at your lips and instantly wanted kisses.

And of course he gets his kisses!! You cup his jaw and kiss him so softly, feeling more than hearing the way he moans into your mouth. You pull away and he chases you, wanting more kisses. Which of course he can have. He can have all the kisses he wants.

And then, because he’s a sweet subby thing, he whines in your ear and says his thighs won’t stop shaking and then has the audacity to cheer when you flip him over and take over the fucking.

He gets a light slap on the underside of his thigh and a kiss on his nose for being a little shit.

#sub!charles #cl #nsfw. #soft soft vibes #f!reader

[whumpasaurus101]

please please please i love the villain and hero most recent post!!! can we have a part 2?

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ANON IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY AJJSKKS BUT TAHNK YOU SO MUCH, IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!! 💜

I'm not very happy with this piece because it's just not flowy and es just SHITE. but here you go KDKSKSKSKSKSSKS

(I blame coal if there's spelling mistakes CAUSE THEY RUSHED ME TO POST TJIS. so hmph.... LS'SKSKSKSS)

“L-L’t go!!!!” They whimpered, only making Hero laugh, tightening their grip. Villain’s eyes widened, they couldn't breathe. Panic set in and they thrashed against Hero, tears streaming down their face, “Ca-can’t br-br-br’th….”

Hero barked out a laugh, “Beg me to let go, Darling. All you have to do is beg me and this all can be over.” Villain sobbed out, coughing quickly as they desperately tried to get air. Their defiance was quick to falter as they sobbed, “PL-PLEASE-” 

Hero hesitated a moment before letting go, making Villain collapse to the ground, clawing at their throat as they coughed and spluttered, coughing hard before mumbling, “Sh-sh’t…” 

Hero roughly kicked them, sending them lying onto to their back, making them cough out with a cry, “L-L’ve me al-alone…” They whimpered, looking up at Hero with pleading eyes. Hero only barked out a laugh and quickly stamped onto Villain’s stomach.

“SH-SHIT!!!” Villain wheezed, hands flying to Hero’s ankles as they desperately clawed at their leg, trying to get them off, “ST-STOP- pl-please…please en-enough… I- I cant.. Please!!!!”

Hero slowly lifted their boot off, slowly bending down and grabbing Villain by their jaw, forcing their face right close to theirs before whispering, “You're, so fucking pathetic right now.”

Villain only sobbed out, squeezing their eyes shut as countless pleading left their mouth, making Hero laugh, “What would the city think… looking at the once scary villain now beaten, bloodied and bruised at my feet, begging me for mercy.”

Tears spilled from Villain’s eyes, they couldn't hold it in anymore. Their body shook with sobs as they tried to turn their face away from Hero’s, but Hero only tightened their grip, making Villain wince. 

“Crying already, dove?” Hero grinned. Villain sniffled before slowly opening their eyes, forcing a hard glare full of hatred. After a moment they finally spoke, voice hoarse, “Wh-what d’y’ wan’ fr’m m-me…?” Their voice was weak. Weak and pathetic. They were practically shaking from anger. God, they hated Hero, even the sight of Hero made Villain seethe with anger.

Speaking of the devil, Hero whispered in their ear, “I want to break you beyond mending. I want to make you so reliant on me that you can barely do anything without me.”

VillIain could only flinch back with a cry, trying to lean away from Hero, but the bloody prick only held them closer. “Ju-J’st fuck o-off…” Villain whined, making Hero chuckle, “Oh you're such a little dote, aren't you!!!” Hero laughed and booped Villain’s nose, making the other growl and try to snap at them.

“But to answer your rude order, no, no i will not. You wanna know why?” Villain kicked out as Hero leaned in closer to Villain, their nose brushing against the top of their ear as their hot breath raised goosebumps. Villain wasn't gonna answer. They wanted to keep their defiant act up, but as Hero increased their lung-crushing grip around them.

“Wh-why…?” Villain squeaked, squeezing their eyes shut as tight as they can.

“Because I’m the one who’s in control here. I’m the one who gives the orders. Am I understood?”

Oh would they just stop with the questions!!! Villain could hardly breathe- let alone talk!!!

Then an idea struck Villain. All they had to do was wait for the right time.

“N-no.”

“Excuse me?”

“No.”

Villain could hear their heartbeat in their ears. They could feel the fast thumping as they desperately tried to control their panic. Hero hadn't said anything, leaving the space quiet, soaking in Villain’s breaths and whimpers.

They were quickly dropped to the floor, making Villain yelp out from the disturbance to their other wounds. They quickly went to stand up but a heavy boot kicked them down and planted onto their back, trapping them to the ground.

“I'm going to make you fucking pay for everything you did.” 

Villain weakly looked back at Hero, turning their head, eyebrows furrowed, “Wh-what?” Hero only smirked as they pressed their boot harder down on Villain’s back. A wheezed grunt escaped their lips. “All those lives you put in danger, all those laws youve gotten away with breaking, each time I let you go and-”

The world went still.

“You-...you let me go?” Villain wheezed.

Hero scoffed, “Everytime I handcuffed you, do you think I actually kept them loose by accident? And those times where I ‘lost’ you in our chases. And you-you're…” They paused, Villain felt their boot slightly ease against their back. They took a steady breath, “Wh-why did you…why?” 

Hero simply shook their head with a grunt, “Well it's not gonna happen anymore. I'm sick of you getting away with this BULLSHIT!!!!”

Hero drew back their boot before quickly slamming it into Villain’s ribs, making sure the steal tip collided with their bones. Villain screams out, screwing their eyes shut. “SH-SHIT! I'M SORRY OKAY?!??!”

Hero only sneered, “Oho, it's too late for sorrys.” Just before Hero could kick them again, Villain quickly reached for their back pocket, grabbing their pocket knife and stabbing it into Hero’s ankle. This time Hero screamed, stumbling back as they reached down and clutched their wound. 

Villain took their chance and quickly scrambled away from Hero, they slowly managed to get to their shaky legs and desperately tried to open the door. Their hands slipped along the handle from the blood which covered their hands

They kicked, screamed and punched at the door but it didn't open. Hero limped over, making Villain spin around to face them, back fully pressed against the door as their breathing picked up.

Hero held up a key in one hand, smirking, “Looking for this, dove?”

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[bleubrri]

ship your moots !

everyone who’s not here is shipped w me and gets apology head<3

@discordkittenjoestar resident old man fucker, you get all might. who is not old but he thinks that he is so you’re always reassuring him (you’ll still think he’s sexc when you’re both old & grey<3)

@ghxstic nymph n gyutaro?? they’ve been together like.. forever. attached at the hip and people get freaked out when you’re not together. outta pocket bf vibes.. he’d say some shit like babe can i fuck ur tits later🥺 n you’re just like okai :D

@luvkun4 all you bitches wish you had what madi n suga have. prom king + queen. angel couple. do the kinda cutesy stuff that make you affectionately want to die😁 they live on another plane of existence that we all aspire for yet can never come close to.

@okhotel me + toji!!! it’s like.. a harem situation😋 but we have wednesday date night and sunday brunch without him (he got blackout drunk at 11am bc he wanted to ‘get his moneys worth’ like sir..?)

@poohbea now i’m all for the pooh x baji agenda but imma say geto. bc that is the hottest couple you’ve ever seen like let’s be serious. i have pics of them on my life goals pinterest board. the embodiment of scientist gf x english lit bf *dreamy sigh*

@oxygenstarrved reiner n peri 4eva!!! the best couple for double dates bc they’re sm fun<3 n they’re the best hosts!!! the holidays are a dream at theirs (reiner does all the cooking while peris on da ‘puter🤭)

@arlertwitch DUH armin. i feel like y’all have the cutest decor?? like so many cool trinkets and souvenirs bc you’re always travelling. matching cat sweaters in multiple colours me thinks

@sinssoul mr jaeger!!! bc that boy need keepin in check and you stronger than me🫡 a v sensual couple. also the best to smoke with. yall needa get back to me and jean about that 4some too bc..

@wh0reforlevi ohhh my lil monsterfucker imma give you true form sukuna and muzan bc i couldn’t decide and also i feel like spooky szn was really made for you so there’s a bonus. you’d fuck these literal demons not giving a shit if you get shredded and i love that

@emomanswhore lorelei n kento SCREAMS loves of my life omgosh. pls just open a bakery or a fucking malaysian tiki bar or something i’m begging you i just need y’all both to be wholesome and happy forever sobs. soft life!!!

@bitchkay imma go w mikasa bc it’s giving og brat tamer + mega brat🚶🏾like you a menace to society n she’d just be like you gonna be a good boy for me? KSJDH in public too just to shut you up n watch you squirm😗

@obitohno omgosh you’re hanmas lil princess >///< he’s so soft around you callin you angel face, baby love, as if he isn’t washing blood off of his knuckles rn :( someone looks at you funny and you never see them again but don’t even worry about it just kiss him!!!

@soaringmirror medea, my heart, you truly understand that jean is the perfect man!!! you’re his muse, his one and only, his sun and stars!!! beautiful souls i bestow a kiss upon you both🫶

@xttxck i been seeing a lot of rory x connie which while i thoroughly endorse it’s also INCORRECT bc the answers @arlertwitch okay ik soulmates when i see them don’t play w me

@honeylmnade baby bertl!!! you finish eachothers sentences (when you’re not fumbling for words bc of how infatuated you are). the sweetest of da sweet i just wanna pinch ur cheeks and put yall in my pocket sobsob

#[⚡️] — moots ! #GAH i hope i did ok #🧍🏾 #i lub yew all ! smeck smeck smeck

[galactibabe]

This Vision of my Spirit: Terzo/Papa III x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: none, just fluff that made me cry

AN: oof my first contribution to Ghost fanfic ever and fanfic in general in a WHILE. This made me cry writing it. I dreamt about this last night so this is literally the transcript of my dream. I miss him sm, blease give him back, Tobias I am begging. Not beta’d, I’m a grammar snob so pls tell me if I missed something! Happy reading uwu

The thunder booms through the abbey, your feet moving quietly down the long halls towards the papal corridor.  You’re not supposed to be here, not anymore, not after they took him from you, but this has become your journey on rough nights.  Nights when it is too difficult to sleep and you feel suffocated by the purple satin sheets you refuse to store away.  

Lightning flashes as you quietly pass the ornate door to Copia’s chambers, startling you briefly before you swiftly move to the opening at the end of the hall.  A spiraling stone staircase leads you down to the crypts, where Papas of the past have been laid to rest.  The stone, cool against the soles of your feet.  Very few members are allowed here, but to be honest, Copia knows you frequent the catacombs under the abbey, he just chooses to ignore it.  You’re not causing any damage or making a mess of things so it isn’t that big of a deal to him.  He has more responsibility now than ever since ascending the papacy, and prefers to attend to more pressing matters within the clergy.

You pass a large mirror leaned against the wall, probably there for storage until the ghouls find a place for it, and take a glance at your reflection.  A nightgown, flowing in black, adorns your body, along with a dark golden shawl with a faded grucifix draped over your head.  The lantern you’re holding gives you a soft glow that would otherwise be otherworldly if you were not mere feet from the body of your love and his family.  In your other hand, you hold your usual offerings.

You press on.

Their caskets are situated on top of their travel crates. Treating them like luggage, you thought.  You’ve nearly begged Copia a few times to at least let them travel in dignity if they have to travel at all. “It is out of my hands, sorella, you know,” he would reply.  “I have power, but not that much.  You know she runs everything, I apologize.”

You pass Nihil and trail your fingers over the edge of the glass case as you slowly walk by, the tears beginning to well in your eyes as you place a gold coin on the end.  You do the same with Primo’s case, tapping the corner once before placing a red rose and moving along.  The tears begin to fall as you pass Secondo’s case and you gently leave the cork from your latest emptied bottle of wine, wrapped in delicate vines with a single sprig of mint above his feet on the glass.

Time seems to stop when you finally reach Terzo.  The small paper with a wax seal and eight simple words on it feels as if it’s burning your hands.  

Always. Forever. To the end of my days.

As soon as you place it at his feet, you fall to your knees, sobs wracking your body as you clutch at the shipment case below.  The spray-painted PAPA III at your eye level almost mocking you.  Imperator never liked that Terzo had chosen you.  

“The leader of this church will not be seen with a… a commoner!  No son of mine will muddle the sacred Emeritus bloodline with the likes of YOU,” she yelled, though Terzo had defended you since the beginning, his love outweighing his necessity to obey.  He was prepared for any punishment that may follow, whether that be demotion or excommunication.  He never expected the worst and that was his downfall.

The memory stung even more the day she had killed him; the day she decided to kill all of them.  You knew that the stunt she pulled with the beheading was to spite you.  She wanted to throw it in your face that she had won, the bloodline would remain as it was, and you would suffer.  

“Why wasn’t it me?  Why couldn’t it have been me,” you wept, shawl falling off your shoulders.  Your fingers gripped the fabric tight, your breath hitching as your lungs struggled for air amidst the sobs.  Your body leans slightly to the side as you finally place the lantern on the floor of the crypt and slump against the crate, cheek pressed against the side.  Your heart aches more and more every time you visit, but you know if you stopped, it would surely kill you.

Some time passes as you sit at the foot of Terzo’s case, your sobbing reduced to free-flowing tears that seem to keep coming.  A far off clock chimes and you realize it’s 3am and figure you should make your way back to the quarters you once shared with your Papa.  You stand and smooth out your clothes, re-draping the shawl over your head and picking up the lantern.  Gazing one last time at the lifeless body of someone that once filled every room with raucous laughter, filthy jokes, loud music, and light before you leave because you need to keep remembering him, even if it’s like this.  “Until next time, my love,” you whisper.

As you approach the mirror, a slight breeze is sent through the crypt, blowing out your lantern, leaving you with the dim light of the few sconces on the walls to see.  You turn back to make sure none of your offerings have blown off their cases when you hear a faint tap tap tap against the stone wall.  You figure it’s just something like the building settling, the electricity in the lighting, something normal, and you move on.  Passing the mirror, you take a final glance at yourself and you gasp.  Down the corridor behind you in the reflection, you think you see a figure and a flash of the white eye that has blessed the men in the Emeritus family.  

“I’m sorry Papa, I-“ you whip around to apologize to Copia for being down in the catacombs this late at night but nothing seems to be there.  Your breath quickens and you clutch the lantern closer as you look around in the darkness.  Your senses are on high alert and the hair on the back of your neck stands on end.  

“And I thought you were only ever going to call me Papa, amore,” you hear around you in a distinct voice you never thought you’d hear again.  Your heart feels like it’s going to stop as your hands shake and you cautiously turn towards the mirror, calling his name into the stone around you.

“Terzo…?” you say, your voice shaking.  This must be a trick of some kind, you think.  One of the crueler ghouls must be messing with you as some sort of joke.  

But as you face the mirror, he’s there. Behind you.  In his paint and his stage regalia, hair combed back like he always had been.  His color is muted, but it’s still him.  You see a nasty scar across his throat and you turn around fast enough that your shawl flies from you, but he’s gone.

“Ai, my love, back around again.”  He adds a slight laugh to the end as you turn back towards the mirror and there he is.  Standing behind you with a soft smile on his face.  

“H-how is this…” you begin.

Terzo cuts you off and steps closer to you, you think you can feel the heat of him there.  “Did you think that the Emeritus men simply die, cara?  With all the power we hold gifted by Him?  Do not tell me you believed in all of this,” he gestures around him, “but did not think that this was a sign of something far greater, more powerful than simplicities of life and death,’” he points to his blessed eye as it glows briefly.  

You must admit, there is a slight fear in your body, adrenaline racing through your system at being able to hear and see him again, but not actually having him there.  You’re sure you’ve gone insane and are seeing things when you watch him place his hands on your hips, and you actually feel the heat and pressure of his palms and fingers.  His arms snake around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder and you feel him there.  You really feel him for the first time in years.  You turn your face to look at him, but he’s not there, and so you turn back, still seeing him gazing at you through the reflective surface.  You press your hand to the mirror, tears slipping from your eyes again as you take the image of him in, willing yourself to commit the feeling of him to memory in case this never happens again.

“I miss you so much, Terzo…” you sob in his arms.  He squeezes you a bit tighter, shushing you right next to your ear and you swear you can feel the air leave his lips.

“We have always said it, my love.  Always.  Forever.  Death can not stop me from being by your side at every turn.  My body may have failed but my spirit,” he presses his lips to your head behind your ear in a brief kiss before continuing.  “My spirit lingers.  I believe He is truly not finished with me.  Maybe He senses the power of my love for you, I do not know.”

His smile shocks you, as it is the same one you loved when he was alive.  This all feels so real that you comfortably speak with him without moving your eyes from the mirror.  

“How does it all feel?” you question as your hands drop to your sides and you lean back into him, actually able to be supported by the air behind you.

“Eh, it’s somewhat the same as before. Although things feel, what is the word I am looking for, muffled? Suppressed? Like I am missing something important for the full picture to be revealed to me, yes? But I can see just as well, and hear the same so I suppose it is not too bad.” His eyes travel down to where his hands rest on your body.  “I can still feel you, which is nice.”

At his distracted tone, you raise an eyebrow at him saying “Is this the first time you’ve done this, Terz?”

He looks back up at you and chuckles lightly, “To be fair, yes, I have never been able to actually touch you when I am like this.  A great wonder rests in my head as to how this has occurred but I thank our Dark Lord for this blessing nonetheless.”  His gaze turns serious and worrisome then.  “I do not know how much time I have like this.  I do not know anything of this so let me say this now,” he says as he locks his eyes with your own.  

“I have loved you since the day we met in the garden.  You know this.  But I have loved you even beyond the day everything happened.  I am forever attached to you, mia dea.  Perhaps it was not the Cardinale who came up with the words to that ballad, what is it?  Life Eternal?  Do you not hear me calling to you from the other side when the nights are grim and the moon is full?  Those sensations in your heart when you can not sleep, on nights like these,” the thunder rumbles above as he pauses.  “That has always been me, amore.  Calling to you as I always have.”  He kisses your shoulder, the heat of his lips palpable.  “As I always will.  Until we are reunited by Him above or below.”

You smile tearfully as he finishes his speech, no sonnet in existence could match it.  “I could never stop loving you, Terzo,” you say, sniffling.  “Never in a million years.  They’d have to kill me.”

He laughs as he squeezes you again and sighs.  “Ah, tesoro… how I have missed you.  How I long to be with you once again…  I will certainly put in a request with His Unholiness for more time like this with you.  How it has filled my soul…” he trails off.  

You feel the pressure of him start to fade slightly as the clock on the grounds signals the time to be 3:30am.  You figure he only has minutes left before this power is taken from him and he reads your thoughts as he always has.

“Tell Copia of this, amore.  He will know what to do with the information.  He knows, as every Emeritus does, that there are powers and rituals only to be ventured into when you are completely certain.  I will find a way to be with you again, mia anima.  Trust in our connection to Him.  Trust in yours as well.”  His color starts to fade and you can see through him now, the once brilliant white and green of his eyes now faltering.

“I love you.  So much.” you say, wishing you could stay like this forever.

“Always,” he states, fading even further, his touch now nearly gone.

“Forever,” you reply quietly, watching him fade away and feeling the heat of him disappear completely.

A few more tears fall as you turn away from the mirror to retrieve your shawl.  In placing it back on your head, you brave one last glance before you leave, a smile coming to your face as you see the once faded grucifix in full color, just like new.  

#my work #terzo emeritus #papa emeritus iii #ghost #the band ghost #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #this one HURT a lot #i could easily write a pt 2 to this lmao #dreamscape #it goes under the tag for dream talk bc i literally dreamt this

[potatotrash0]

i am. CRYING thinking abt chapter 1 komahina rn. like these two get thrown into a crazy fucked up situation and they just hold on to one another for dear life. theyre just inseparable and they like each other so much. they both help calm down the other. just let me live in my own world where no murders happen and these two stay by each other's side and theyre just so close and they trust each other and they help each other uuuugghhghghgg

anon you get it!!!!!!! it’s the trust and softness and the finding comfort in one person amidst all the bizarre stressful information being thrown at you!!!!! gahhh i miss early komahina being each other’s rocks.............

#sobs.............let them be happy pls i’m begging #my heart can only handle so much #let me have this little bit of fluff man they just 🥺🥺 #i play at all the angst and tension but really i just want them to be soft and sweet and cute and happy and SMILING #the glory of fandom and being a writer is that i have infinite power #i can manifest whatever i want and if that means writing them making flower crowns and having heartfelt moments under the sun/moon setting #then damn it i’m gonna do it #em answers #anonymous #danganronpa #sdr2 #nagito komaeda #komaeda nagito #hajime hinata #hinata hajime #komahina #hinakoma #hikoma #caps #caps cw #swearing #swearing cw

[writer-akihiko]

so mc running away i love it the angst 👌 so if its alright can you the same but with the dorm leaders?(pls do a good ending my poor heart cannot take it-༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

Dorm Leaders + MC Running Away

So I apologise for the lack of happy endings, if you want to call it that. The scenarios turned out much more different than the First Years probably because of the power gap I had in mind. Also, for anyone wondering, the Vice Dorm Leaders will have a shot of saving you next! When I get to it... Cut for length. Also please help to share because I limited the tags!

Warnings: Character Death [Not you or the main boy], mentions of abuse and emotional manipulation [On the Reader] and violent actions [The Dorm Leaders]

"I'm not going back."

"Wh... What?" He was astonished. "YN... I've looked far and wide for you- please-"

No words left his mouth as you stepped away from him, tears in your eyes and you were going to make a run for it again.

Malleus Draconia

Your words struck a chord in him. He didn't mean it, but when you said that you weren't going back, he almost lost control. What did you mean you weren't going back? You promised him to be his Queen!

No... he's not accepting this. His Queen deserved better. His larger hands encircled your wrists, stopping you in your tracks. No matter how much you tugged and pushed, Malleus' strength was beyond you. In your sole despair, you fell in his embrace.

Every ache and injury struck your core, as you cried your heart out. "I can't go back Malleus," you whimpered. "I... I'm sorry."

Your hands gripped tighter onto his clothes. "I don't mean to fight against you, I-"

The Fae Prince sealed your bruised lips with his own, pulling your smaller form into his lap as he took in the moment of the bittersweet, longing kiss. "YN... listen to me," He said, his own ice cold tears falling onto your cheek, healing your wounds. "You never have to apologise for your suffering. Not even to me."

Malleus held you close as you drowsed off. The gentle smile hardened into a growl, as his back arched, black wings bursting out of his body. Malleus, in his dragon form, summoned the thorns to protect you, holding you as if you were his personal dragon hoard…

The principal, or more accurately the culprit, Dire Crowley was a fool to step out. It disgusted Malleus to his very core, his claws setting the very ground on fire as Crowley stepped closer. No words were exchanged between them. For all the suffering you faced, it was to be paid in tenfold as the dragon took a deep breath, releasing the fire in his chest.

"It was a fraction of her suffering…"

Riddle Rosehearts

He was ballistic. Riddle had been eager to bring you back immediately, but the sheer refusal and attempt to run away made him think that you hate him. He was blaming himself, sobbing to the ground.

Riddle's breakdown made you stop. No matter what you did, you still love him. Riddle's hiccups of sobbing paused at the feeling of your arms wrap around him. He wanted this, he wanted your warmth, he wanted- no… he needed you so badly he'd ceased to function without you.

"I don't hate you Riddle," You said, kissing his tears away. Your pretty Queen of Hearts had ruined the uniform he so proudly kept up with and Riddle himself was unkempt. Riddle cradled your sore body, letting you tell him your stresses and your breaking point abused over and over again by Crowley.

Riddle's heart softened ever so much for you, as he realised that he was to a fault as well. It was then he started to cry for you. "YN… I… I lost control. I know I can't be forgiven for the stress you went through so-"

"Rosehearts! You found her, how wonderful!" The jovial Principal cried out. In his hand was a magic tracking spell and that's when Riddle was struck with guilt once more. He doomed you, again. He… no, he refuses to end it this way.

Your loving self became meek, frightened by the aspect of being under Crowley's care once more. You trembled, reaching out to the hem of Riddle's coat. "Riddle… Please don't let them take me…"

He pulled you up, whispering to you. "When I cast my magic, run YN."

"Ridd-"

"Never thought you'd defy me, Rosehearts. Being a law abider and all~"

"Off With Your Head."

Kalim Al-Asim

"Y-YN?"

Kalim desperately hung onto your ankle, on his knees, begging and bargaining you to stay.

"YN… Please don't leave me again," He begged. "I'll… I'll stop dragging you to parties! I'll get you anything you want just please… please come back to me."

His tears wet your foot, as his grip left light marks on your ankle. Kalim never meant to harm you. He was so desperate to make you stay, but in his heart, he knew that he didn't have the strength to keep you with him if you desired to leave.

"How could you think that?!" You cried out. You stooped to Kalim's level, tackling him in hug so hard that he crashes to the ground. "I… I'd never leave you if I had the choice! I couldn't stand NRC anymore…"

You sobbed into Kalim's chest, wondering when it'd all end. You could never refuse Kalim, but what about everyone else? What about Crowley? Your spine shivered at the monster's name, wanting everything to disappear except for you and Kalim.

Kalim didn't know what to do. He didn't understand why Crowley would do such a thing to you. If Crowley was causing you such pain… He'd just have to get rid of the problem. You only deserve the best, after all. It's not his fault, nor is it yours.

You had cried yourself to utter exhaustion. Kalim gently wrapped you up in his jacket, cradling you to his chest. As if clockwork, Crowley appeared to the heartwarming scene, simply glad that you were going to be returned.

"Al-Asim, Dire should patch her up nicely-"

"No."

Crowley coughed. "What was that?"

"I said no," Kalim reiterated. "I have no reason to listen to you…"

"Since YN and I aren't your students anymore."

Azul Ashengrotto

How grateful he was to find you near the water. He almost turned red at the thought of you willing to search for him. Azul never thought you'd long for him this way, but you knew him, and you knew him well.

As if on cue, you looked beyond the trees to see your beloved, running from the sandy shores barefoot to be caught by your precious Azul. Azul doesn't have the best reflexes, trying to catch you without hurting you.

Azul took one good look at you, and the sight was enough to make him cry. Messy hair, cuts and bruises littering your skin possibly from running through the rocky forest, feet with sores from rocks… and tearful, sorrowful eyes.

Not an inch of sadness deserved to touch you. That was one of his core beliefs. He didn't say anything to prompt you to tell about what you'd been suffering. He knew. He knew every line of the story, and it made him ever so guilty that it led to this. If he just paid more attention to you, or at least try to.

Azul offered you everything. An ear to listen and his body for comfort, with his arms wrapping about you. If the simple action was enough for your forgiveness, he'd do it over and over again.

It was for a moment Azul held you, before running the water with you in tow. From the forest emerged the tweels, but what was behind you made you scream. Crowley, with his magic, retaliating against the twins' magic.

Azul wrapped you around his tentacles, drifting further into the ocean with you. He bent down to whisper in your ear. "YN, close your eyes. Don't look."

You shut your eyes tight as you did, hiding yourself in Azul's chest, away from the scene.

"May we never see you again, Crowley."

Azul and the twins in their merforms plummet into the ocean, deep down where Crowley would never come to touch you.

Idia Shroud

He wasn't surprised that the huge robot scared you. It was his secret project after all. He immediately let himself out of the robot, but he was hesitant to step into the forest. Idia was scared, but he still had to protect you!

"Y-YN..."

"Idia!..."

You stopped running, seeing your boyfriend pop out of the robot. Idia was quick to get over his reluctance as his panic shifts to your injuries instead. He wanted to cry out of joy from the mere chance of finding you.

Idia tried to treat your wounds as best as he could with the emergency kit conveniently equipped [he really did think of everything] although his wrapping technique was unkempt at best.

Idia's attempts to heal you made you forget of all the suffering. You couldn't help but laugh, realising how much you missed Idia. He knew that you needed this time. Oh, how he wanted to whisk you away...

But he might as well. You're his, right?

Crowley didn't get close to reaching you. Idia thought of it all. He tracked every move the principal made, fooling Crowley to think that Idia was with you the entire time, with the tracking device that Crowley so faithfully gave him.

"How desperate... it's honestly funny..." Idia scoffed at the idea of Crowley getting to you.

With the S.T.Y.X androids, Idia confronted Crowley, who was in sheer confusion.

"Crowley… burn in hell."

Leona Kingscholar

Leona didn't hold back. He couldn't believe you would say such a thign to him… The only conclusion he reached to was that you hated him. You hated his very core, just like everyone else… He was scared. It frightened him to the core that after everything he did, you still hated him.

"YN… stop fucking around with me," He said, grabbing onto your wrist. He wasn't about to throw a tantrum then and there. He had to get things straight. "Hey… tell me. Was I just a waste for you?"

"W-What are you talking about Leona?" You pushed against his chest, trying to get some distance but Leona was way stronger than you. The lion couldn't listen to reason. He simply went on about how you must've hated him, and how much you despised him.

"Did I mean nothing to you, YN?" Leona was shaking, his shoulders trembling from the mere thought of hearing those words.

You wrapped your arms around Leona, pulling him in close. "I never did… How dare you think that you stupid lion?!" You said, sobbing your heart out. You were equally hurt, but you never once thought Leona would think such a thing.

The emotional reunion was interrupted by the principal himself, pretending to be moved by such a scene. The false pretense of safety caught on to you, and you were sent into a panic, clinging onto Leona for fear of your life.

"I hate you!" You yelled, your body crumpling to the ground just as Leona caught you. "I hate you, I hate you. I don't want to go back, don't make me!"

If you were to scream anymore, you might collapse from exhaustion. Leona was quick to carry you in his arms, holding you close to his chest, where you were comforted by his heartbeat.

"Hoi, good for nothing principal," Leona called out, a single claw drawn out, igniting his Unique Magic.

"Move before I turn you to sand."

Vil Schoenheit

He was stunned to see you in such a state. He called out for you, and you stopped in your tracks. Was he that incompetent that he can't keep you with him? Did he not treat you right? Was his mere presence just torture for you?

Vil couldn't keep it in anymore. He needed to know. "YN… why won't you come back? Tell me, is it my fault? Am I not worthy of you?!"

The once prideful queen fell into shambles of insecurity as his mind won't stop painting images of you walking away from him, of you calling him your doom, of him being your captor… No, he didn't mean it…

"Was I the villain in your story?! WAS I?!"

Vil had never cried as much as he did. He needed to know that you didn't of him as a nuisance. He really was worthless if he made you feel unwanted… so please, he needed an answer.

"How could you think that, my love?"

You stooped to Vil's level, brushing away the tears that ruined his makeup with your very hands. Oh, your poor Vil… You were too selfish, thinking of your own suffering. With Vil in your arms, you felt whole once again. You gave Vil your actual answer, relenting every moment of your stress that stemmed from Crowley.

Oh… how his sweet potato must've suffered. Vil had a stuck of guilt, considering that he was under an Overblot as well. No matter, he had to make things right. For your sake, for his love's sake.

"YN, Crowley is trying to find you. But I… I have to set things right," He said, pulling you up.

The rustle of leaves had you on guard as from it came Dire Crowley, revelling in the scene.

"Schoenheit. You are supposed to bring LN YN to me immediately as I ordered."

Vil for once scared you. It scared you how enraged he was, and your heart wrenched at seeing the ink droplets by his hand.

"Vil, don't you dare-"

He turned back to you, whispering for you to run to Rook's safety. "Don't cry, my love."

You tried to hold the tears once again as you saw Vil shifting forms to an ink-like mess, this time his rage directed at Crowley. You could only run away, praying in your heart that Vil was safe.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #twst angst #twst dorm leaders #twst azul #twst idia #twst kalim #twst malleus #twst leona #twst vil #twst riddle #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #kalim al asim #malleus draconia #leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #riddle rosehearts