#// might make a full drabble for the whole song. might not.

[warriorslantern]

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! He is silent as the king turns and walks away. The onyx simian stares at his back, letting the other move away from him. His tail twitches once behind him.

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! The king stops moving, and the shadow can now see his side profile as he looks at one of the younger members of the troop. He watches as the young chestnut-colored monkey grabs onto the ruler's hand, holding it close to their breast. “My king,” they say with awe and love, and it…

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! It makes him fucking sick.

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! He thinks back to the weight in his pocket, handed to him by a smiling face surrounded in the darkness given by their hood. How their fingers brushed over his hands longer than they should have. “Take your destiny.” They uttered, commanded him to take what was rightfully his.

My name is Brutus and my name means heavy He stands at a cliff, and the choice to go back is getting further, and further away. He can forget about this, and go back to how things were. Was this what he truly wanted? Could he just settle with being a simple being to not be grand?

So with a heavy heart No. He will not.

I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy The king does not expect his betrayal, the artifact works perfectly. Too perfectly. It only solidifies that what he is doing must be right. If the king is weak enough to be taken down…he should not be the leader, the grandfather of the troop.

My whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me Golden ichor coats his hands, and bared teeth do nothing to stop the giggle that spills from his lips. But he tastes the salt amongst the copper of the blood. This must be done, it is for the best. He is the best.

“Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy,” the words slip from him as he stares down at the other. He lifts his stained hands, droplets of the blood of a god falling to the ground that opens up for them.

“I, too, have a destiny,” he murmurs, he does. He DOES. It’s his turn now, he’s earned it. He DESERVES THIS.

This death will be art It will, it WILL be. The king will be gone and it will be only himself to take his rightful place. He will finish what they started and bring greatness to their people. Can the brainless one not see this? That this is how it must be?

The people will speak of this day from near and afar He will be a legend. He will get to have a slice of the spoils. No one will forget this, no one will ever be able to.

This event will be history, and I'll be great too He will get everything he deserves and this event will be seared into the mind of every being on this damnable mountain.

“I don't want what you have,” He trails his hands over his face, smearing the blood across his tear-stained cheeks. His words become guttural, a scream that bursts from his chest and very being. He rips his hands down, features shifting to mirror the king before him. “I want to be you!”

[merlucide]

BLLK BOYS W/ A THEATER NERD S/O

notes: HELP I H8 THE DRABBLES..🥲 (og ask)

characters: Reo, Isagi, Rin, Bachira

warnings: cursing?, implied fem, cringe

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MIKAGE REO

oh, he just LOVES watching your performances. 

Wether your on stage or not- he comes to EVERY show (drags nagi w/him too LMAO)

Helps you memorize any of your lines / helps you gather stuff you’ll need backstage.

He loves seeing you thrive in theater, and how happy it makes you ><

He always listens intently when you talk about your favorite broadway show, amazed how you remember even the smallest details

Sings your favorite musical songs with you, he will even act out the scene with you

Brings you a BIG bouquet of assorted flowers when the performance is over— rambling about how just wonderful it was

He is really proud of the effort you put into you craft, and the outcome always amazes him

Everyone had gathered on stage for the final bow, the crowd clapped and cheered. You smiled when you spotted your boyfriend holding up a limp Nagi. Reo clapped with a bright smile on his lips— and Nagi squinting at the bright lights. Everyone headed backstage and the crowd cleared, most left but close friends and family stayed and came backstage.

“Y/N that was wonderful!” You hear the familiar voice of your boyfriend praise, him running to you and hugging you tightly. He pecked your cheeks and held onto your arms. “My love that might just have been your best performance yet,” You snorted at his comment “Reo, you say that after every performance.”

“Well every performance is perfect my love,” Reo quips, his face into a smooth grin. Behind him trailed Nagi, who slurred a ‘good job’ with a thumbs up. Reo pulls back a bit and hands you a beautiful bouquet you can’t help but smile at. It was so pretty, full of tulips and lillies and smaller flowers complimenting the main ones.

“Thank you Reo,” you smiled before kissing his cheek. “Of course my love, just doing my job,”  <3

ISAGI YOICHI

oh he is so cute

You 100% get him into the world of theater

Thinks that it’s really cool how you’re passionate about this

Super supportive— tells all his friends about your plays and all of the stuff you like

His favorite broadway shows are Dear Evan Hanson and Hamilton— he thinks King George is hilarious

He likes being involved with your plays anyway he can—he will be try to be involved if he is free

Tells his family all about your performance!!

The whole family goes to your shows (≧∀≦)

Tries to memorize your lines / the plays lines with you but forgets them 💀

(or) Tries helping you with props/technical stuff but doesn’t know what to do so he just stands there 😭

“Yoichi- can you pass me the yellow please?” You asked from sitting on the floor, paint brush in hand. On the floor was props you were tasked with making. 

“Here,” Yoichi hands the paint bucket to you as he watches you pour some on your pallet. You guys were supposed to go out tonight but you still had some props you needed to finish— so Yoichi offered to keep you company. “Uhm, are you sure you don’t need any help..?” He nervously asks. 

“Oh no I’m okay, thanks though,” you happily replied, you already felt bad for canceling date night and didn’t want to ‘burden’ him with helping you. “Oh okay,” he sits back down on the floor and continues to watch you. 

“…Did you wanna help?” You slowly asked. 

“I dunno,”

“Yoichi”

“Yeah..”

You softly sighed and handed him a brush. “Here, you can paint the moon,” You stood up and grabbed the unfinished moon set-prop. Yoichi nodded eagerly as he started painting. His strokes were in all directions— you’d have to go over them later but you didn’t mind too much. He looked so cute with his brow slightly furrowed when he concentrated on painting the edges.

“How’s this?” Yoichi asks, pointing to his moon with a little grin. “It’s perfection,” you praise, which he responds with a soft ‘thanks’ as he admires his work. <3

ITOSHI RIN

lmao he does NOT get it 😭💀

like you showed him a clip of your fav musical and he was like ??? Ppl ACTUALLY like that..?? (Ignore him he’s stupid)

but SUPER supportive of your performances!! he just lacks artistic appreciation, aaaand he has as much creativity as a wet sock, so yk

When he comes to your performances, he always brings a small but pretty bouquet (he’s beet red when he hands them to you >< )

You have desperately tried to get him into the arts— which just continued to confuse him🫠

He likes Shakespeare though??? which is probably like the only plays he will willing watch (aside for yours ehe:3)

You call him your Romeo ;) (he gets embarrassed and gets mad at you LMAO)

Lmao he should’ve never voiced his ‘like’ for Shakespeare bc when ever he asks you a simple question you’ll end up going “To be or not to be, that is the question” (que rin groaning)

“Rin, you need to put more emotion into it!!” You exasperatedly said, flinging your paper up. You had asked Rin to go over your lines with you, which was a stupid idea to begin with. He ticked his jaw, fingers firmly pressing into the paper.

“tch. This is stupid,” Rin answered, glaring at you. You sighed, “I can’t feel the scene if you sound like a robot!”Rin huffed, his pride clearly wounded. He groaned and flicked the paper back and examined it again.

“What. do. you. mean he’s. been. lying?” Rin reads, his voice flat. 

You internally sigh, “I’m not sure, but when I asked him he was acting strange..” you spoke, already memorized your lines. “Could. it have. something. to do .with his. sister?” “No- he wouldn’t tell her about something like that… Unless!!” You clapped your hands.

“YAAAY!! I FINALLY NAILED MY TIMING!!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands excitedly. You then tackled Rin, who was sitting on your bed, catching his lips in a fat smooch. “Thanks honey, I really appreciate you tryin,” you praise, hands resting on his shoulders. 

“Tch.. It’s nothing..” Rin muttered, his hand coming to rest on your waist. “I’m never doing this again,” you snickered at his mood change  (he’s gonna end up helping next time you ask <3)

help Ik that was so bad 💀

BACHIRA MEGURU

AJHSNJANANNRNE 

HE MATCHES UR FREAK!!!!

LIKE HE GETS IT FR!!!

omg you wanna binge watch Chicago, Six, and Heathers? WELL SO DOES BACHIRA!

yall sing musicals together all the time like- yall are in character doing the choreography and all

He loves watching musicals sm

And he LOVES watching you perform/work in theater

Like- seriously goes to all of your shows, even rehearsals if he can

Gets super immersed in your performances- thinks it’s 10x better than any broadway show

Loves seeing your/the costumes- will definitely try to try them on (before he gets caught and gets in trouble lmao)

After every performance he takes you to go get ice cream- a little ritual you guys have :3

OH. And he tries to match his outfit to what your play is >< (keyword, tries)

He brings his mom to your plays and she whistles and claps so loud when the plays over 😭💗

“Y/N you were friggin’ awesome!!!” Bachira exclaimed, hands swinging yours back and forth. “I wasn’t even on stage for 5 minutes,” you snorted. “Well you were the best one there! Being a tree takes a lot of skill y’know!!” He grins, pulling you along faster. 

You finally arrived at the sacred land, Benny’s Ice Cream Parlor. Bachira ordered for both of you, handing you one cone of (Fav Flavor). You sat down on the bench, already licking your cone. Bachira put his foot on the bench, “Ahem, Ahem,” He began, lifting his ice cream up. “I would like to make a toast!,” You smile at his antics, waiting for what he’ll say next. “A toast to the best play in the history of the plays!” You snickered, raising your cone “A toast!” You said, ‘clinking’ your ice creams together. 

“Ah, being Tree #4 is no easy task…” You dramatically sighed, licking your ice cream. Bachira shook his head. “Tut tut..,” you both snickered, finishing your ice creams and heading back home. <3

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kanakakannakkkse ive rewritten the Drabble so many times bro 😭😭 ARGH AJSNSNANANA

made August 22nd 2024

[coqvttes]

Hii! I'd love to see a nsfw drabble with Nanaimo and the song, "older" by Isabel LaRosa! Also I'm so sorry about your recent incident with the group and stuff :( I really do hope that your schol does something. Also congrats on 600!! I love your writing🫶

୨୧― ❝𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒❞ — 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 heyy nonnie! you're literally a genius, i have always pictured nanami with this song?? and thank u babes, it's all been sorted outt and ily!

nsfw : fem!reader, sub!reader, older!nanami, manhandling, public sex, professor x student trope.

"baby, am i your little secret?"

professor nanami finds it very difficult to concentrate on todays lecture the moment you enter the hall. late as usual, dolled up in that tiny little thing you call a skirt, and your lips, glossier than ever.

and gosh when you finally sit down, with the way your legs cross under the table, it allows him to catch a sneaky glimpse of what he might be getting later.

he gulps, it's wrong, really. he's your professor, at least ten years older than you. he shouldn't be doing this, whatever "this" is, with you.

"eighteen, i'm old enough to keep it"

secret kisses, rushed touches and those looks you give him from your seat in the hall, it’s all he can think about as he tries to get through the lecture.

he chokes on his own words when you unwrap a lollipop, popping it into your mouth to suck on it slowly. he coughs and restarts his sentence, turning away to face the blackboard in hopes of getting you off his mind.

and then, at the end of the lecture, as you walk up to to his desk to hand in your research paper, his hand brushes over yours, and your eyes meet with his, gosh he looks so good in that button up.

"professor, i was wondering if i could get some feedback on the assignment." you look up at him innocently through your lashes, your fingers sliding up his arm as the last student leaves the room, grinning up at him.

"think i need someone older"

somehow, you find yourself bent over his smooth oak wood desk, your skirt flipped up as he tugs your cute little panties to the side, groaning at how wet you are.

gasping as he pushes into your cunt, you rest your cheek on the table as your eyes practically roll back into your head from how full he makes you feel. he begins to push himself in and out of you, yours nails begin scratching at the wood.

his hands glide under your top up your back and to your front to grope your breasts. switching from fondling them greedily to pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples.

"mmm-ah faster!" you cry, you voice is shaky and desperate as you cling onto the edges of the oak wood desk. skirt flipped up as he slams into you repeatedly, palms gripping onto your hips tightly.

"just a little bit colder"

you mewl out lewdly as he leans down his chest almost pressing shading your back as he pants in your ear. the sounds bouncing off the walls of the room are obscene.

a combination of gasping, faint slapping noises and his deep groans that make you tumble over the edge of ecstasy.

in the afterglow you find yourself grinning when he fixes your skirt, helping you up on your feet with a chaste kiss on your cheek. mumbling something along the lines of "keep up the good work". you smile at how sexy he looks when he fixes his tie, then combing his hair back with his fingers.

you love when he can change his whole demeanor the moment he has to get back to work, students entering the classroom, greeting him as they find their seats. that same serious and stoic demeaner that will always crumble for you from the flutter of your lashes.

[alwayslurkinginthebackground]

Before - A Pedrotober Drabble

Day Twenty-Four of Pedrotober: Sundance Pedrotober Hosted by @norththelemon and @alyssamariag. View the full prompt list HERE and view my entire Pedrotober drabble catalog HERE.

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader

Rating: E for Every time I think about Marcus Acacius I want to fling myself into the sun because of his big hands and massive shoulders but instead of doing that I wrote this. Oral (fem receiving), unprotected p in v, Marcus the choking king is back, (kind of) semi-public sex.

Word Count: 1776

a/n: Just wait till you see how I incorporated the prompt into this one. Blink and you miss it. This is for my Marcus sister wife. Ask and you shall receive. This is firmly set in the same universe as "Fate" but you do not necessarily need to read that to understand this.

"Marcus," you giggle as he backs you against the wall, peppering your face with kiss after kiss. He's been at it for what feels like hours, large hands grabbing at your waist, twirling you around, touching every part of you he can reach as he guides you through the arena. It's already well into the night, late enough that he has no qualms about lurking in the shadows, making a place so riddled with death feel so full of life.

The moon is shining brightly overhead, illuminating his curls and the way they stand on end when you rake your fingers through them as he buries his face in your neck. You feel lighter than you ever have before, the burdens cascading from your shoulders whenever you're fortunate enough to find yourself in his arms.

And, you ponder, if this is what your grandmother meant when she spoke of love.

You push lightly at his shoulders when he bites down on your skin, marking you for the whole world to see. "Marcus, stop." It's a plea, but it isn't a serious one, and you can feel the way he's smiling against you. He halts his movement regardless, pulling back to gaze down at you with stars in his eyes.

He says nothing, his mouth falling open and then shut as he tries to form the words you long to hear. But you understand why they don't fall, the intensity of the magnetism that keeps you in his orbit rendering you speechless more than once, too. Everything had happened by chance, a rare feeling for someone whose entire life had felt so incredibly set on a singular, pre-written path. One riddled with death and despair suddenly shifting to an existence blessed with light and love. It had been his horse that brought you together, skittish when confined by the walls of the bustling city but calmed by your patient hand, his rider captivated from the moment you appeared in his world.

The days since have been filled with stolen moments, although it does little to diminish the whisper of rumors that float through the streets. The gossip that the soon-to-be general has his eyes set on a commoner. You must admit, it is difficult to conceal the blossoming relationship you and Marcus share, but you do your best to shelter it from the public eye, all too aware of the fate that might await you should something be confirmed.

Marcus does his best to convince you otherwise, assuring you now with murmurs against the shell of your ear that you would be protected. That he would marry you tonight if you would let him. The thought is tempting, the appeal of lounging in his bed for the remainder of your days, of washing the evidence of battle from his skin in song, languid strokes. It's an easy image in your mind, the life you would lead at his side, but it is also one that is constantly tainted by the darkness that follows wherever you go.

For your grandmother had also spoken of loss.

He paves a trail down your body, lips setting you ablaze as he parts your tunic and exposes your dripping center to the cool night air. "I will take care of you," Marcus vows as he guides the rough pads of his fingers through your folds, and you know instantly that he only speaks the truth. He slips a long finger past your entrance, easing you open with careful movements, and his name flows freely from your lips when he adds a second, your back arching against the hard brick. The delicate skin of your shoulders burns as it grazes over the coarse surface, but you would rather bleed than have him stop the practiced motions between your thighs.

You try to ground yourself, tugging on his hair when he parts your legs further and directs you to drape one over his broad shoulder. It opens you to his waiting tongue, eagerly latching onto your clit as sparks fire behind your closed eyes. In the bathhouses, you'd overheard the complaints of other women, their needs unmet during emotionless encounters, but you struggle to relate. With Marcus, you only know pleasure, and under a moonlit sky, he guides you toward the heavens.

A hand covers your mouth at the same moment you feel the scream rise in the back of your throat, and it shifts down to close around your neck in a silent command to remain quiet. The arena may be devoid of roaring crowds in the dead of night, but it is not without its dangers, and yet Marcus continues his ministrations. You reach your peak, shuttering in his arms and melting into his kiss, your taste lingering on his tongue once he's crawled back up your body.

There's a distant sound, one that causes him to crowd you further against the wall, enclosing you both in the shadows completely. The evidence of his desire presses firmly against your stomach, and when combined with the aftershocks of the climax still flowing through you, it only heightens your need for him.

"Marcus," you whisper breathlessly, grasping at his neck to draw him closer, encouraging him to continue.

He kisses you firmly, silencing you with a promise of all that is yet to come. "Not here," he returns, waiting for the din of footsteps to fade. When the silence settles around you, he pauses to reach above your head, delicately grasping a small bud that has found a home between the cracks. With a cautious hand, he plucks the rose and tucks it behind your ear, lust fading when his touch ignites another emotion entirely. One that you are more certain of with each passing second.

The dim streets feel hollow as you pass through them, your hand tucked safely in his. The faint blossom of the sun is already beginning to paint the sky, tainting the darkness with brilliant hues of pink and purple. Marcus rarely rushes when it comes to you, but his pace is steady as he leads you to his quarters. The humble abode is a far cry from the chambers he will receive upon his promotion, but is even further from the dingy room you call home. The elaborate furnishings are a stark reminder of the distance that separates you - the wealth, the status, the commission - everything that should keep you apart that means nothing when you're together.

You stand facing the bed as he locks the door, heart pounding in your chest with anticipation. The heat radiating from his skin is apparent when he steps behind you, tracing along your shoulders until the straps of your tunic slide down your arms, leaving you bare. Hands circle your body, charting a path that leaves air caught in your lungs. One stems lower, back toward your wanting center, the other higher, reaching for your breast and binding it in his firm grasp.

It's startling how quickly he works you up, the mess at the apex of your thighs a testimony to the way he knows your body better than perhaps you know yourself. Mere moments pass before your knees begin to give way, a strong arm clutching you against him until he can tenderly lower you to his bed. He towers over you as you watch him undress, removing the ornate garments from his frame piece by piece until he, too, stands naked before you.

Something echoes in the back of your mind, the complaints of women far more experienced than you. You cannot refrain from running your tongue along your swollen lips at the sight of him, far more impressive than anything the gossips could dream of. When he closes in on you, molding your body into the plush pillows at your back, seething his length into your waiting heat, you allow yourself to smile for just a moment because you get to experience this. You get to feel him. No one else.

Marcus grunts softly as he begins to rock into you, sliding out almost completely before thrusting home, his hips flush with yours. It's entirely too much when he hesitates, stilling as something unspoken passes between you again. The sun appears on the horizon, flooding his chambers with dull light as passion races to the front of your mind, spiraling out of control until you can feel the words on the tip of your tongue. You itch to grasp something, hands running along the sheets that surround you until he's lacing his fingers with yours, pinning your hands above your head and lowering to kiss your forehead.

"I love you," he breathes, lips brushing your skin at the same time that everything erupts. Warmth spills over your body as the morning light highlights the deep color of his eyes, and you know that for all the pain you have experienced in your life, you would live it all again if only to return to this moment. He doesn't wait for you to return the sentiment, immediately setting a persistent pace that has you digging your nails into his hand.

A thread coils in your stomach, tightening when he changes the angle so he covers you completely. You're surrounded, enveloped by him physically and emotionally, and the second he releases your hands, you're holding him against you, whispering your affirmations in his ear.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

The words don't feel adequate, the same way the time you manage to claim never feels long enough, and the way the distance between you always appears too far. You repeat them anyway, soaring higher until you feel his seed fill you, Marcus sighing in a final plea for you to follow him over the edge.

"Release."

You clench around him, pleading with the universe to surrender as you do. To allow you this. To let you remain in his arms despite the barriers that threaten to keep you apart. To grant you a lifetime of his love regardless of the trials that await you beyond the walls of these quarters.

You're aware, however, that it's a futile effort. The fates determined your futures long ago, and you cannot dispute their intent. Not even as the sun dances across the waves outside his window, threatening to dispel the darkness that lingers at the edge of your vision. Soon, he will go somewhere you cannot follow, and it causes you to hold him tighter. To wonder if when death comes, it will be gracious enough to take you both.

Because, as your grandmother once said, if you must die, may you die with the one you love.

[yeonlogic]

I belong to you . . .

PAIRING idolbf!yeonjun x f!reader GENRE fluff, suggestive, kinda nsfw towards the end if you squint WARNINGS mentions of petnames like (angel, baby, jagi, princess.)

Inspired by yeonbins unit song The killa (I belong to you)

yeonjun ver soobin ver

Its 1am. and your boyfriend still hasnt came home yet, you felt worried for him thinking he might be overworking himself again like he always does you were stressed and sad and all you wanted was to be in your boyfriends arms cuddling and kissing him.

you decided to go to the company he works at and visit him if anything happened to him.

“looking for yeonjun right?” the guard asked, obviously its not the first time this happens. you entered the building and heading into the elevator to go to the 10th floor where all the practice rooms are located.

ding

you arrived at the floor full of practice rooms looking at the small window on every door to see if hes in any of them till you reached the 5th door, you see his figure dancing infront of the mirror. you slowly opened the door to not get his attention while you admired his dancing skills.

his whole body started to sweat his black tank top soaking it all up, he took a break and sat down for a bit, you approached him

“hi love” you smiled and sat by his side “baby what are you doing here?” he said while you looked at him his hair disheveled and some hair strands sticking onto his forehead from his sweat “I was worried since you didnt come home early so i kinda um stressed out and decided to see if you were here” you frowned, “oh angel…” he said in a low voice “Im sorry jagi its just this one move in this choreo im practicing for tomorrow’s performance” he added

“you’ve been working so hard lately” you pouted knowing your boyfriend has been overworking for the past month for their new cb, “I know..i promise ill make it up to you” he smiled and grabbed your wrist making you stand up and placed his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him.

“even though your full of sweat right now I’d still hug you” you giggled and hugged him tightly while he pressed a kiss ontop of your head “I love you so much angel” he smiled “I love you too jjun..”

“we should head home hm? its getting late” you said “how about we do something else..?” he replied cheekily “theres dorms here anyway” he added “right now!? Isn’t there other people near those dorms..?” “Im sure you can keep quiet baby.”

a/n so so sorry if this was way too short i promise upcoming ffs/drabbles r coming soon 😓

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[folkloresthings]

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE — send a muse + a song and i’ll write a little drabble for it.

Hi, can I ask for a little drabble for Carlos Sainz and illicit affairs by Taylor Swift? ❤️

also congratulations on your achievement ❤️

ILLICIT AFFAIRS. ❨ carlos sainz x reader ❩

“jump in.”

the ferrari had pulled up beside you before you’d even registered it, the window rolled down to reveal carlos’ soft smile behind the steering wheel. it had started raining on your walk back to the hotel, and your jacket draped over your head wasn’t doing much to keep you dry. you glance behind you, but the street is empty. there’s no one to spot you getting a ride from a certain driver.

hurriedly slipping into the front seat, your jacket chucked into the back, you sigh happily at the warmth of the car. glancing over, you find carlos’ gaze already resting on you, big and brown and soft. your throat dries up, despite having sat in this very car twenty times before.

“thanks.”

he nods, starting the car again and driving off down the road. he had been headed back to the hotel too, but misses the turn in and carries on along the monaco streets.

“where are we going?” you chirp, hoping it doesn’t go too high pitched when his hand reaches across to rest comfortably on your thigh. his lips tug upward, but he keeps his eyes ahead of him.

“you’ll see.”

there’s no one else about on the lookout point, parking lot empty of life besides the two of you. the whole of monaco is on display to you, sun setting just behind the horizon, lights beginning to glisten on the buildings. the radio hums softly from the speakers, soundtracking the silence between you.

both of you had been doing this little dance for months now. stolen glances and slipping hotel cards into your purse in passing. meeting under dark, hands barely brushing when other eyes were on you. carlos had a relationship to keep up for the cameras — a model that his pr team had chosen. you were just for behind closed doors.

“carlos?”

he looks over to you, his eyes so full of love, and you wonder how he can keep it hidden from the world. you wanted all of him, to bring him to your friend’s parties and christmas at your parents house. you wanted to walk down the street and not fear that a camera might catch you holding his hand.

“yes, mi amor?” he asks, watching the many thoughts racing through your glazed eyes. “what’s going on in that head of yours, hm?”

you sigh, sinking further into your seat. “how long can we go on like this?”

carlos quiets then, the smile that had been resting on such plump lips fading to a pensive line. he knew the truth — you both did, even if you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. nights like these would be perfect, your own little paradise, before the memory of them died the next morning.

“baby…”

you shake your head, tears threatening to spill the second his pet names ring out. you knew what was coming, promises that blurred into lies. “don’t call me that. not unless you mean it.”

he looks at you then, confusion painted on his features. you could have slapped him then, pretending like he didn’t know just what you were talking about. “unless we can make this real. i’m tired of hiding and pretending i’m not desperately in love with you, carlos. i’m tired of you not being able to take me out to dinner, or to support you at your races, or to hold you hand in public. i’m tired.”

“you know i can’t—” carlos stutters out, lost for what he can say. he won’t ever call you his, because you never could be. and no matter how much you wanted to cry and scream and hit him until he saw sense, he wasn’t yours to lose.

the worst part was, no matter how exhausting this love was, it was all you had. he had taken your life and painted it colours you’d never even known existed. everything had been better since carlos had stolen your heart away, but it was only better in secret.

“take me back to the hotel,” you whisper, head ducking to hide your tears from him. he reaches over, his chest aching. god, he hated making you feel like this — but he wouldn’t make promises he couldn’t keep. “please?”

your big, wet eyes find his in the dark of the car and he caves. nodding slowly, starting up the engine and pulling out of the parking lot. the drive back is slow and silent, even the radio can’t bare to be on. every so often you sniffle, wiping away a stray tear from your cheek, and carlos resists every urge to pull the car over and bundle you into his arms.

when the glow of the lobby is in sight, you finally look at him again. his own eyes are a little glossy and you know he’s holding every emotion in, deep deep down. he always did with you, never wanting to break. you reach over the centre console, soft lips pressing to his cheek. his eyes flutter shut, holding onto the feeling of your kiss lingering on his skin.

“we can work something out,” the spaniard gives it one last try, begging eyes turning to you. you’re so close to giving in, caving at any sign of his affection, but your heart knows it can’t take another beating.

“goodbye, carlos,” you whisper, hand squeezing his with a sad sort of smile. you slip out, fingers lingering on the closed door. you want him to get out, to follow you upstairs and beg for your mercy as he pleasures every inch of you. disappointment reigns when his car pulls away, disappearing into the monaco night. perhaps the last time you’ll ever see him — perhaps the last time your heart will ever love again.

[starleska]

Hi. You don’t know me (lie) could you write a drabble about Maestro coercing you to sing Phantom of the Opera style, you know the “you’re all mine” kind of thing

ohhhh yes of course i can 😉 i have never seen Phantom of the Opera, so i am substituting it for Poor Unfortunate Souls in The Little Mermaid 😂💖 this is suggestive! content warnings for invasion of personal space, being tied up, and threats 😉

Open Wide - Maestro x Reader 🎶💖

"The time to sing is now, darling—and I won't take NO for an answer!" Thick musical staffs made living encased your body, mummifying you and compressing your ribcage to the point of pain. Helpless, you'd dangled for hours and screamed 'til your throat turned raw. But such sounds were appetisers to an entity like Maestro: a monster in a conductor's gown, with a face beat for a god.

"But I can't..." you whimpered. "But I CAN'T~!" Maestro wheedled back in an exaggerated mockery of your voice. "Don't lie to me, sweetie. I can see all that delicious music of yours...it's all knotted up inside you, juuuuust here!" Maestro tapped your chest with the tip of their baton, and a cruel smirk graced their flawless lips. "Such...delicate songs," they whispered. "Almost as fragile as the body they were made in. Far too breakable for me to extract...so we're doing this the old-fashioned way." Maestro's voice lilted and purred like the ocean caressing a wayward ship, and with the same amount of danger. Their register waxed and waned between high and low, sharp and dull, girlish and masc, in a dizzying concord which made heat bloom in your cheeks. Up close, you found it difficult to focus on Maestro at all. It's as if the gorgeous ginger bombshell speaking those words was but a lure on an anglerfish, and the real Maestro sat contained within that honey-nectar voice. Your resolve weakened. Distantly, you heard Maestro laugh in a raucous way: the drunken laugh of tavern songs. The next time you blinked, Maestro loomed in front of you, their eyes heavy-lidded and their lips all plush and coy. "Why don't you open that pretty little mouth for me, sugar~?" Maestro didn't give you time to reply. They shoved their exquisitely manicured nails into the crevices of your cheeks and pried apart your lips, like they wanted to crawl down your throat. You gasped and tried to kick back, but Maestro was too quick for you: another musical staff lashed out like a whip and bound you at the knees.

"NO!"

The violence of Maestro's yell mere inches from your face made you cringe. Your whole body tensed, then slackened. Shuddering breaths left your open mouth as Maestro's thumb slipped inside and pressed down against your tongue. You stared into their wide, wild eyes, and saw a madness within Maestro which no song could ever contain. "Try that again, and I promise you, I will drain you dry of everything that makes you human. Understood?" Your heart hammered in your throat. Saliva gathered around the intruding digit in your mouth, and you fought every impulse to close your lips around it. Horrified, you nodded. "Now." Maestro's voice teetered with rage. "Say aaaaaa." "Aaa-aaaa-aaaaah~!" And you sang. Somehow, the most stunning melody poured from your previously untalented mouth. Maestro slipped their index and middle fingers past your lips and began massaging your tongue whilst tapping their nails against your teeth. With each slight manipulation of your mouth, Maestro altered the pitch, cadence, and beauty of your voice. It was the most wonderful thing you'd ever heard. You felt like you might pass out. How were you capable of singing like this?! "Mmm~," Maestro murmured approvingly. "There we go. That wasn't so tough, was it, babycakes~? I don't know how you could be so shy with such an...irresistible voice..." Maestro's staffs squeezed you on irresistible, and a full-body shudder wracked your insides, sending a tremor through your still-singing mouth. Hunger flashed in Maestro's eyes, and a wolfish grin cracked the symmetry of their lipstick. "I wonder what you taste like~?"

[phoebe-delia]

Eight Drarry Nights 2023

It's TIIIMEEEEEE!!!!

The wonderful @xx-thedarklord-xx tagged me in this post of Taylor Swift song lyric prompts, and it got me thinking. It's getting close to Hanukkah, which means I start planning something for my Eight Drarry Nights! (You can read 2021 and 2022!)

SO here's the plan:

Send me the prompt of your choice to my ask box (not DMs, please) and I will write you a Drarry drabble based on it

If you choose to prompt a Taylor Swift song, the only songs I will not write from are: "Marjorie," "Ronan," "Forever Winter," "Bigger Than The Whole Sky," and "Soon You'll Get Better." Lyrics from any other released song in her discography are fair game, including the ones I've already done for the Drarry as Taylor Swift songs series or otherwise.

Of course I will accept songs/lyrics by other artists. Or non-song prompts. I'm including the Taylor lyric list for inspiration for those who want it.

I will accept prompts from the first 8 people who submit them. Barring unforeseen circumstances, I will post one ficlet on each night of Hanukkah (Dec. 7 to 15).

If you submit a prompt and I don't write it, there is a chance I will still do it! It would just be later/outside of the holiday. (Though, full disclosure, I still have prompts from last year in my ask box that I haven't fulfilled because I haven't had the inspiration for them. I do still hope to write them one day. Just keep that in mind!)

Just a note: I do not write explicit smut. (I'm just not good at it lol. So if you send me something from "So It Goes" or "Dress" expecting full-on smut, just know now that won't happen). I am usually comfortable writing up to an M rating; if this is a factor for you, here's a link to my works to see what I personally consider to be rated M. If you have a specific rating request, please indicate that in your prompt. Otherwise, I will go wherever my muse leads.

Also: please let me know of any squicks, triggers, or other things to avoid. Obviously, you do not have to include these in the ask. If you have certain limits that you don't want others to see, I request that you submit just the prompt itself through my ask box and then DM me if you wish to convey them separately.

As always, the fics might still be holiday/Hanukkah-themed—or they may not. The idea behind this is to make little Hanukkah gifts for people; not to necessarily have a religious or holiday theme.

Happy prompting, and let me know if you have any questions!

[my-on-and-off-writingstuff]

Hey dear! I just finished "Troublemaker PT.2" and the part on Daemon teaches reader to dance is really one of my favorites, that said I was wondering if you could elaborate on an imagine/oneshot of her birthday please?( Feel free to ignore)

Drabble: "Mind if I cut in?" Daemon x Reader

I am so sorry for fulfilling your request like four months later. I really hope you still enjoy it nonetheless. You can find my troublemaker series in my masterlist!

106 AC

The day of your fifteenth name day had arrived and to say you were nervous was an understatement. The whole day you had spent cooped up in your room being probed and made ready into the beautiful gown your mother acquired for you. The whole day you have barely had a chance to sit down and your feet were already aching. “They are waiting for you dear.” You look up at your mother entering the room with a big smile on her face. Delighted at being the centre of attention by making all this fuss about you. You try to smile but the smile does not quite reach your eyes as the fear of disappointing your mother claws its way around your throat.

Slowly you walk behind your mother to the banquet hall where the ball is going to be held. It might be childish, but you were stalling. You knew the dancing lessons had not paid off its fruits even when your mother increased the time spend with your teacher. He simply was not patient enough with you to teach it, and often made you feel dumb. Your mother had not helped much with the expectation she had laid on you and the increasing disappointment every time the teacher reported back to her. You could only hope Daemon was there to save you from the horrors of being the centre of attention when you had to open the ball with the first dance. But you doubted it as he had flown out on some royal business earlier this morning.

The doors to the banquet hall opened and instantly the music swelled announcing your entrance. Your eyes scanned the room in search of the blond Targaryen hair, while you saw some shiny blondes, they were not the ones you were looking for. You are breathing quickens slightly and you felt your hands go clammy. Slowly you descend the stairs, looking down at your feet to try not to trip. Congratulations are thrown your way when you make your way into the middle of the room. You try to relax as you socialize with the people around you after all the dancing is yet to come.

As the music almost swelled to an end your mother pushed you towards a handsome boy of your age, he was from a house close to yours. The boy politely asked you to honor him for the first dancer and you nodded back. your nervousness was back in full force and your eyes scanned the room once more. you doubted this boy would be able to help you not make any mistake and embarrasses your whole family in front of all the guests, but Daemon simply was not there. You took in a deep breath and ran over the dancing steps in your head once more. you could do this, Daemon taught you right, you just needed someone who was half as decent as him you guide you through it and not step out of tune.

As the last notes of the song faded away and the group prepared to play a new one you closed your eyes quickly. “Mind if I cut in?” a deep tone interrupts your thoughts, and you open your eyes quickly. Daemon does not wait for an answer as he pushed the boy to the side. He takes you in his arms as he winks at you. “I was not going to miss this, little one.” As the first melodies of the song start, he softly guides you a step back before twirling you around. You smile a real one as the nervousness lessens with each step. Daemon makes sure to complicate the dance even more as he twirls you around.

You almost enjoy yourself until you make a slight mistake. Almost clumsily you step on his feet, but his face does not change for a moment, keeping up his appearance of a young royal prince he just twirls you again. “Daemon, I a-.” He shakes his head and reassures you with a smile. “Do not fret, my feet will survive, troublemaker.”

110 AC

Daemon looks at his wife who is dancing with another man. Caching the light of the overhead candles makes your dress sparkle as you catch the attention of others as you look absolutely radiant. Slight jealousy is rearing its head at the sight of it, but he contains it as you smile happily. It is almost hard to believe that a mere years ago you had loathed the thought of dancing as you believed you had not been any good in it. However, it was only a lapse of confidence as you had felt the pressure of your mother and family to perform in reality you were good and had started enjoying it from there on out.

At the sight of a hand slightly lowering on your body Daemon had more than enough. After all, he only had one dance with you earlier in the evening and he was due for another one. Moreover, another man touching you that way was reserved for one person and one person only. Without even politely asking to cut in he pushed the men aside. Catching you off guard as you stumbled slightly but when you recognized his touch you melted perfectly in his arms. You smiled up at him as he moved you across the dance floor. “Couldn’t resist?” you tease him as you lean up to quickly kiss him on his cheek. “He was touching what was mine.”

Your hand lays over his heart as the two of you stand a little closer than you have to. “Possessive much.” You smirk as he lowers his gaze to you with a smouldering gaze. Not caring if it was appropriate or not, he lowers his lips to yours. You melt against him as you kiss him back. The two having stopped dancing, now blocking others from moving around you as the dance inclines. You hear a cough behind you and with flushed cheeks, you break the kiss. You pull him back into the line as the two of you continue to dance again. “So even my kisses are not good enough to whisk you away.” Daemon signs as he holds you in the proper positions. Much to his regrets.  “Only because you made me love dancing, especially when it is with you,”

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Taglist: @targaryenmoony

[featherandferns]

fluff drabble for 13?

13. You ate the last slice of cake. You're dead to me now.

absolutely!

feel free to request: prompt list

have your cake and eat it too - prompt 13

No.

No, no, no. This can’t be happening.

Your stomach twists and churns and you feel your light mood immediately drop like an anchor sinking to the water’s bottom.

You push a few more things out the way, hoping that maybe the remaining slice of cake is somehow hidden behind two bottles of beer and a half empty punnet of strawberries…but it’s useless and built on false hope. The cake that you’d been saving specifically for this afternoon is gone.

“Goddamn it,” you mutter, ticked off.

Closing the fridge, you trudge to the cupboards in search of something sweet to have instead. There’s a two-week out-of-date protein bar, topped with chocolate. It’ll do. It’s definitely not as good as that last slice of strawberry shortcake, though. As you eat, you stare out the window of the Chateau’s kitchen absentmindedly. Normal thoughts pass through your mind, like plotting the murder of whichever of your friends ate the last slice of cake.

When someone’s arm wraps around your waist and hoist you up, you let out a surprised yelp. JJ presses wet, purposefully sloppy kisses to your neck as you groan out in protests, trying to shove him off.

“Cut it out!”

JJ finally lets up with a laugh, putting you back on the floor. You spin around to face him. The moment you lay eyes on him, you know who the victim is for your imaginary daydreams. In his spare hand, the one that he hadn’t wrestled you up from the floor with, is the last slice of cake. There’s a huge bite already taken out of it. Whatever JJ’s babbling on about is falling on deaf ears. You’re staring at the cake like it might start talking to you.

“Is that my cake?”

“Huh?”

He follows your gaze and shrugs. “I just found it in the fridge.”

“That was mine,” you tell him.

JJ raises his brows, a shit-eating grin already growing on his face.

“This was yours?”

“Yes, it was.”

“Well, how come? Does it have your name on it?”

Making his point, he lifts the plate up nearer to his eyes and pretends to search for your name pasted on the frosting.

“No, I don’t see your name,” JJ concludes.

“I’ve been saving that all day,” you darkly say, glaring holes into his head. JJ doesn’t even tremble under your deadly gaze. If anything, his smile grows.

He picks up the slice careless, like it’s a twinkie or something that he found under the sofa and has another bite. Talking with his mouth full, he says, “I can see why, I mean, it’s really good.”

Reaching out for it, you say, “at least share it with me.”

He’s taller than you and easily holds it out of your reach. Grinning down at you, he swallows then asks, “why should I?”

“Because you’re a nice boyfriend,” you say. You’re jumping up, trying to reach for the half-slice left.

“I am?”

“When you want to be.”

“Hm,” JJ thinks. “I guess that’s true.”

“JJ! Come on!” you whine. So close.

But he’s backing away from you, still holding the cake up. “Well, what’s in it for me?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do I get in return for sharing my slice of cake with you?”

You bite back to the urge to remind him that it isn’t his slice of cake. “I don’t know. The satisfaction of being a good boyfriend?”

“Yawn.”

“The joy of making someone happy?”

“Boring,” he sing-songs.

JJ leisurely takes another bite, somehow still too quick for you to grab the cake from him. You have to be careful. You can’t let him drop it. Whilst you’ll be put off eating it, he has no shame and would still finish the whole thing off.

“Oh! I know!” JJ says as an idea comes to him, swallowing his mouthful. Grinning boyishly, he continues. “You have to give me head.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Trading head for cake is technically prostitution,” you tell him. A bit of a stretch, but still…

JJ barks out a laugh. His body relaxes when he does, and his arm lowers just enough that you can reach. In his brief moment of distraction, you jump up and swipe the cake.

“Hey!”

You immediately make a run for it, laughing manically, darting under his arm and out the front door. JJ’s laughing too, racing as after you.

“Give it back!”

“Never!” you call back.

The Pogues, who are sat outside, perk up as you race past them. Crumbs are falling off the cake as you go.

“What’s going on?” Pope asks.

“I’ve been robbed, Pope! That’s what’s going on!” JJ tells him.

JJ catches up and tackles you into his arms. You start screaming through your laughs, trying to wriggle free.

Locked in his hold, you still try and keep the cake from out of his reach. It’s like a stalemate. If he lets go of you with even one arm, you’ll break free again. If he tries to take a bite from the cake, you simply hold it out of his reach, but if you try and take a bite, he’ll practically ram your head with his as he goes in to take some too.  

“Why don’t you two just share it?” Sarah offers, humour in her voice as she watches the whole exchange transpire. John B and Kie have gone back to their conversation; yours and JJ’s antics like white noise to them by this point.

“Oh, we’re well past the point of that now,” you tell her.

You’re not sure how the idea came to JJ, but the moment it does you’re screaming through your uncontrollable laughs and falling to his mercy. He’s tickling at your stomach, relentlessly ambushing you on either side.

“JJ! Stop it! I’m gonna pee myself!” you practically cry through your hysterics.

JJ lets up and lets you go. You collapse onto the ground, trying to catch your breath, and JJ swoops down and takes the last slice of cake. There’s no time to even say goodbye. He eats it in one huge mouthful. You gape up at him from the grass. Betrayal.

“You bastard,” you dramatically say.

JJ wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I hope that cake was worth it. You’re in the doghouse for a week,” you tell him.

JJ stands upright, hands shoving into his pockets. Cocky, he tells you, “you can’t stay mad at me for a day, let alone a week.”

“Watch me. You ate the last slice of cake. You’re dead to me now.”

He quirks a brow. Behind him, the sun shines, casting him in a gorgeous glow. Damnit. Even looking at him has your resolve breaking.

“What if I gave you head?” he offers.

You bite back your smile. JJ knows it’s there nonetheless; starts grinning too. Knows he’s won once again. Rolling your eyes, as if having him go down on you is some kind of inconvenience, you sigh.

“I guess that could win me back.”

[evilvvithin]

76 kiss prompts ft. König

I've decided to write every single one of these with König. I might regret it but at the same time I don't. This serves as kind of a "masterlist". Going one by one, I'll release mix of short or long one shots, drabbles, HCs, fluffs, angsts, smuts, some might be good some might be shit and will add link to this list.

link to the original prompt list

prompts under the cut to not cluster your dashboards.

“Good morning” kiss ☑

Kiss on the forehead  ☑

Drunk/sloppy kiss ☑

Awkward kiss 

Angry kiss  ☑

“I’m sorry” kiss 

“I’ve missed you” kiss 

Seductive kiss

“War’s End” kiss 

“Goodbye” kiss

“I almost lost you” kiss

Kiss on the nose 

Kiss on the ear

Kiss on the neck

Kiss on the back 

New Year’s kiss

Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys ☑

“I do” kiss 

Shy kiss 

Surprised kiss 

Kiss on a dare 

Sad kiss 

Exhausted parents kiss 

Kiss of life 

Kiss inspired by a song

Jealous kiss

Giggly kiss

First kiss 

Last kiss 

Kiss under a full moon

Kiss at dusk 

Kiss at dawn

Kiss in a dream 

Returned from the dead kiss 

Themed kisses

“We can never be together” kiss  ☑

It’s-the-end-of-the-world kiss

Awkward teenage crush kiss

Spin the bottle kiss

Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss

Forbidden kiss

Sated kiss

Soft kiss

Tender kiss

Passionate kiss

Long kiss

Quick kiss

Morning kiss

Before Bed kiss

In Secret kiss

Public kiss

Accidentally Witnessed kiss

Against a wall kiss

Against a Locker kiss

True Love kiss

Caught off-guard kiss

Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths

Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed

Kissing So Desperately That Their Whole Body Curves Into The Other Person’s 

Throwing Their Arms Around The Other Person, Holding Them Close While They Kiss

Hands On The Other Person’s Back, Fingertips Pressing Under Their Top, Drawing Gentle Circles Against That Small Strip Of Bare Skin That Make Them Break The Kiss With A Gasp

Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing

Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward 

One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other 

Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In

When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More

A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”

Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck

Starting With A Kiss Meant To Be Gentle, Ending Up In Passion

A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After A Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss

When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead 

Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Do Wn And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes 

Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap 

Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing 

Top Of Head Kisses

[darkcrowprincess]

Mike didn't mean to:

*I'm writing this over frustration of the stranger things fanfiction. And how I haven't found any fanfiction for the manifestation theory. Listen to the song eight by sleeping at last to get the vibes of the little drabble nonsense I'm writing.*

If you were to look up the meaning of manifestation in the dictionary, you would find the following definition;

An event, action, or object that clearly shows or embodies something, especially a theory or an abstract idea. The action or fact of showing an abstract idea.

Or in simple terms; the public display of emotion or feeling, or something theoretical made real. Lets repeat the last few words again shall we, "or something theoretical made real." That's the thing that gets Mike Wheeler everytime he thinks about all of this. He made something not real, real. He changed things. All because he couldn't handle his emotions. His grief! How horrible is that right? How selfish! How childish! But, and thats a big but. Lets also look at things from Mike Wheeler's side.

If he didn't use his powers(and honestly Mike is still stuck on that fact, like holy shit he has powers! Like on one side so cool right?! But on the other hand! Shit why can't my life be normal! thinks one Mike Wheeler) Will would be dead. And not by the upside down like how he changed it. But dead being murdered, and murdered by his piece of shit dad Lonnie Byers.

Hopper would still be in his rut about his daughter. So having El (even though El was just an Npc Mike made up) and the Byers in his life really helped him.

Mike was 12 at the time when he saw Will's body at the quarry(the real first time not the fake one that he made up with his powers with the fake Will body) seeing something like that. Seeing the body of the person you known since you were 5(and might have even love though you'll never admit it. Trauma and inner homophobia being a toxic mix) like that broke something in Mike. Broke open something Mike wasn't even aware that was inside of him.

And lastly, Mike didn't mean to. He didn't even know he was doing all of this. Nancy has a theory it was all subconscious. Both to protect himself from the truth and the grief. But to also keep Will safe and alive. Above all else keep Will safe.

So add all that up, you can't help feeling some complicated empathetic feelings for Mike( and Will. Lets not forget Will. Dear sweet murdered boy) for this whole mess. Making his dungeons and dragons game real to save his best friends life? Admirable, one could even say sweet(romantic). But also very upsetting. The Wheeler's even before all of this was not a good family. His parents being what they are. Mike kept his emotions bottled up. Because boys in the 80s were ment to be men. Strong, unemotional, manily. However we know the truth. Emotions are not ment to be bottled up. Its like shaking a soda. Eventually any moment, any big disturbance will cause it all to come exploding out in a big pop. Spilling everywhere.

12 year old Mike seeing Will Byers (his best friend) corpse there at the quarry that day was the big popping moment of all his emotions. Like a breaking and a shattering. His mind came open and his unknown powers came spilling out. Changing everything. Unknowingly saving Will by turning their lives into one big adventure after another. One big game. One big Dungeon and Dragons campaign. He created everything. Every villian, every monster, every unusual thing he made up( a lot influenced by things Mike loved and hated of course) made real all without Mike realizing it. What did it matter if everyone was playing a game the weren't even aware of or wanted to be a part of? Thinks Mike, manifestation powers glowing all around his in his shocked state. Will was alive. Will was safe.

Even though Will hadn't been completely safe had he? Mike didn't have full control of everything. No. Once he brought something powerful into existence, they basically had a will and a mind of its own. The campaign kept getting more and more dangerous. Plus what about the things and people Mike couldn't control? It was all getting out of hand. And now Hawkins was split everywhere. The upside-down spilling into the real world.

*and thats all I have now for this. Maybe I'll write more to this later.*

[daja-the-hypnokitten]

Jukebox reviews part 7! For context, see my post “A Project” under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

Video Killed the Radio Star

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10/19/2008                                   mc mf fd

This is a solid, clever induction. It's well paced, and I love the focus on the process. I would caution readers to be careful - it's written well enough that I could see it catching a reader up in the induction, if they're particularly visual or a skilled enough hypnotee. But having said that, I really enjoy the story. The framing is solid, and makes sense for the song title, and sets our intrepid reporter up for exactly this sort of thing. 9/10 spirals.

Tempted

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10/26/2008                                   mc mf ff fd

"Power tends to corrupt; absolute power corrupts absolutely" - A British Lord (Acton? I think?) said this a long time ago, and this story really digs into that whole concept. It's an interesting premise, and I like the Professor's way of convincing the Devil to actually take the gift back - or to invert it, I suppose. It brings up rather a large number of philosophical quesitons, but now I also want to use this as a suggestion sometime for a particular partner.  8/10 spirals, and thanks for the inspiration, Jukebox!

 

Love Bites

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11/2/2008                                     mc ff

*grins* Have I mentioned that vampires are one of my favourite tropes yet? Because they ARE. And this? The twisting, the command and domination and just all of it? It helps that I have a soft spot for Milwaukee, where this story is set, but even without that, the flavor of role play for magic domination, an induction I could let myself get lost in if I wanted, and relating to that whole "being too shy to approach a cute girl without adding in hypnosis/mind control" thing makes this an easy 10/10 spirals. (also, I totally stole inspiration to melt one of my girlfriends into a blissed out, Dominated puddle, which was DELIGHTFUL, so thanks, Jukebox!)

 

Shiny Happy People

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11/9/2008                                     mc ma rb

This is a fascinating setup! It'd be really cool to see an expansion on this world, as the metal spreads and people learn how to fight it. I find myself invested in Leigh, and cheering her on the whole way. And the logic in play, the conclusions drawn, and what's being ignored/forgotten all work together really well to drive this story on. It doesn't hit me as super erotic, outside the temptation Leigh deals with, the I love it all the same. 10/10 for world/plot/story, 2/10 for erotica; I'll give it overall 8/10 spirals.

 

Say It

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11/16/2008                                   mc mf ff fd

Judy is clever, and handles no-verbal cues so well. Unethical AF, of course, but still. I appreciate the show of her skill, how she uses "you" in a clever way, the use of a hypnotized  person as a focus just makes it even easier, because it's a convincer and seeing someone be hypnotized can nudge someone into hypnosis, or help anyway, just the technique here is solid. And the idea of having three brainwashed hypnoslaves... well, I have enough of a dominant side to see why that could be quite fun, yes - especially when Jukebox gives all the little signs of them falling into Judy's power and control. 9/10 spirals

 

Soft and Wet

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11/22/2008                                   mc mf fd

Aww, this story is sweet, and for all there's a lot of sex within it, the way the sex is used for the purpose of brainwashing our POV character makes it work for me in a way it might not otherwise. There's such clear affection between these two, and the way he just melts for her  and lets all her words control him in so many ways is absolutely delightful. This is the sort of story that feels just a bit fictionalized but could be (mostly) true in a way I really enjoy, too. 10/10 spirals.

 

Rescue Me

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11/29/2008                                   mc mf

Nope, this one's a squick enough I'm not even trying to rate it fairly.

 

Voices Carry

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12/7/2008                                     mc mf ff fd

On the one hand, this feels just sufficiently voyeuristic that I feel a bit ... something? reading it. On the other hand, it's *so sweet* and I can HEAR people I care about in James and - especially! - Thea. The sense of connection, of happy chance to meet for even just a little while, is also one I relate to, having had quite a lot of experience with long-distance relationships. And it makes the story so good for me, because gosh I *can* hear the reality of hypnokinksters doing it. That all said, I *do* hope Thea gave Amber a proper lecture on the etiquette of inserting oneself in another's scene and some basic safety around hypnokink. >.> 7/10 spirals.

Xanadu

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12/14/2008                                   mc mf ff md fd bd ds

This is another one of those Jukebox stories that don't really feel like erotic mind control stories as much as just *really solid* short stories. It hits me less as mind control and more (very) long term conditioning, which ok, fine, at some point the line between those two things is flimsy at best, but still. Having said that, the world in which this Xanadu exists is fascinating, and I'm intrigued by a lot of the questions posted by the existance of the magic air here. As a story, 10/10. As an *erotic mind control* story? 6/10 spirals.

Ok, secondary note after having properly listened to Rush's song Xanadu, from which I assume this story takes its name. Miriam really ought to have listened to Xanadu herself before she went searching for Xanadu - she might have thought better of it, had she sat with the song a while, seeing as how the song itself calls Xanadu a prison at the end. With the context of the Rush song? This jumps up to 8/10 spirals for me.

 

Every Rose Has Its Thorn

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12/21/2008                                   mc ff cb

Oh, there's SO MUCH in this story I like. I'd somehow completely missed it in the past, and ... I kind of regret it, but I don't think I would have appreciated it the way I do now. The idea of a scent as a hypnotic focus is a newer thing for me, and the moment of teasing the concept adds to the "how exactly is this going to go?" moment in a way that wouldn't have stuck with me in years previous. The focus in play is all the better for being surprised by what it is, and that's easier to be surprised by when so many things are given as options. And the last part of the story - which I shan't spoil! - is absolutely delightful. 9/10 spirals

[murderoushagthesequel]

-favourite ship you have written for (and your favourite of those works)

-favourite ship that you haven’t written for but would like too

-favourite of the crack ships from TPATH (put the “cutesy” names you made them)

-favourite oneshot/drabble you’ve done

-favourite fanfic you’ve read

i am so sorry this took me absolutely forever to answer :sob: you gave me some tough questions (i loved it) thank you!

favourite ship you have written for (and your favourite of those works)

is it any surprise i'm going to say jegulus? they're just so. idk how to describe all my feelings on jegulus. i could write whole essays on them. but they're so comforting to me! i can write them so easily because they just make sense to me, they resonate with me. and i am a jegulus variant (just saying) so writing both of them is so fun for me because it's like... a little piece of me! if you've ever read my depictions of james or regulus you are likely at least partially reading my depictions of myself. and just, writing the appreciation they have for each other in all their differences is really comforting to me. so which is my favorite jegulus work? stop that's so hardddddd. my favorite probably will be r&rfaf but they haven't been written yet! so! tbh i think i’m gonna have to say our song. they’re so cute and happy and fluffy and i wrote bits and pieces based off my southern family which makes me happy so yeah. but i’m also a whore for angst sometimes and in those cases suicide in your arms (would’ve been easier) jegulus are so. they break me. in a good??? way.

favourite ship that you haven’t written for but would like to

oh this one is easy. pandalily. i love them. and i’m in love with both of them. but yeah, pandalily or jegudora <3. pandalily will be in r&rfaf and i can’t wait for that. jegudora, well….. who tf knows. (i wrote this initially like a week ago and now idek. there’s dozens of ships i want to write for).

favourite of the crack ships from TPATH (put the “cutesy” names you made them)

i’m gonna have to go with homewrecker, serenedilf, and twin crystal <3 (but nothing could ever beat sleakeasy let’s be real)

favourite oneshot/drabble you’ve done

i’m gonna cheat here and do favorite one shot AND favorite drabble because I CANT CHOOSE. i love all my babies <3. so favorite one shot… i’m tempted to say suicide in your arms just because it’s my newest so it’s freshest in my mind lol. i had so much fun writing it and it was a bit of a new writing style for me, plus i tried a bunch of new things while writing and really liked how it came out! of course, it is sad so… that’s… a thing. but i mostly write happy things so, just a change of pace one might say. in terms of my favorite drabble/blurb, i’m gonna have to say teenage dream. it’s just so akfjnsanafkajns. like regulus KNOWS what he’s doing to james. and he’s doing it *on purpose.* he’s so real for that. i kinda want to write a part two… maybe to a different katy perry song, who knows? idk i really like everything i’ve posted <3

favourite fanfic you’ve read

i- HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO ANSWER THIS???? THERE ARE SO MANY. so instead, i’m giving my favorite one shots which are Angel of Death by @otrtbs and Kiss In The Kitchen (like it's a dance floor) by @apricusapollo- i left comments on both with my full reasons on why i love them <3 but choosing is really hard because i honestly have loved nearly every fic i’ve read, they’re all incredible.

[h1ghoffu]

Million Dollar Man — Toji Fushiguro

PAIRING — boss! toji x secretary fem!reader

SUMMARY : You’re his sweet secretary who he only sees as a good fuck.

WARNINGS: MDNI, doggy, full nelson, mean toji, degration(slut/whore,) domsub, slapping(face and ass,) v in p, creampie, squirting, breeding kink, daddy kink, rough sex.

WC: 1.2k

A/N: would you call this a drabble? cause like there is minor plot yk. anyways i’ve been thinking of toji a lot😫 he’s the only man i’d ever call daddy and i just couldn’t stop thinking about the song million dollar man by lana del rey so🤭 also don’t hate cause writing smut is not easy😭 might make a pt. 2 but idk lmao.

“Oh — f-fuck daddy, it’s s-so deep,” The wet noises of your pussy being fucked mercilessly in Toji’s mansion. He had practically fucked you everywhere in the mansion that night, not letting you take a break.

Toji groans as he feels your pussy tighten around him, a deep chuckle brewing in his throat, “Fuck! Greedy fucken pussy is milking me dry,” You look down watching watching the way his cock moved in and out of your pussy, his hands holding your knees back as he laid under you.

A feeling of embarrassment washes over you as you look away from the sight. Toji clicks his tongue in disapproval, “Slutty girl, you weren’t so shy when you had my cum all over your face, letting my snap pictures,” He moved your head, forcing you to watch, he harshly thrusted into you causing you to let out a low whimper.

His hips began to snap in harshly as he whispered in your ear, “Look at the way your pussy swallows my cock. Look at all that cum leaking out of your pussy,” Toji’s lewd words cause your pussy to clench around his cock, he moaned removing one hand from your knee and slapping your pussy.

You whimper at the feeling, your lips falling open once more as he speeds up, “Dirty whore can’t get enough of my cock,” You shake your head, feeling drool leak out of your lips, “Never d-daddy, make me feel so full!” Toji laughs at your cock drunk state, he the swiftly moved you to doggy position.

Your face hitting the couch cushion moaning at the way he slips his cock back into your pussy. You lift yourself a bit to look behind you, watching him fuck into you so hungrily drove you insane, “Fuck! Stop squeezing me so fucken tight,” He gives your ass a harsh slap, his thrusts becoming faster, feeling his cock slide in and out of your gummy walls reaching places you didn’t even know existed.

He had you dick whipped, you were his in every way. Body, mind, and soul, nobody has ever fucked you the way you did. You never had so much hate for something you loved. His cock was so huge, you dreamt about it all the time.

Toji had practically turned you into his personal slut after you became his assistant. His cock causing you to be addicted to sex, wanting it anywhere and everywhere with him even if you got caught.

Toji got what he was hoping for, a needy ‘school smart’ girl who’d do anything to get money but who also was desperate to get her virgin pussy filled and he was there to fulfill those needs.

“Daddy! Oh fuck daddy I’m gonna cum! Please daddy let me cum!” You scream as you feel your stomach begin to tighten, his dick continuously hitting your g-spot over and over again. Before he could ever say anything your juices spurted all over his cock. Fresh tears streamed down your face, feeling the overstimulation causing your whole body to shake.

Toji threw his head back at the feeling, you’d squirted so much and he could not get enough of it but he was not happy, reaching down grabbing a fistful of your hair. He pulled you up turning your face around to look at you, “Couldn’t even fucken wait till I said so could you,” He took his other hand and slapped your cheek causing you to whine, “I’m sorry, please!”

His hand then soothes your cheek then places it around your neck, “You’re sorry? Aw, sluts like you don’t deserve to be forgiven, not open your mouth,” You do as he says, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue you. Toji spits as his hand tightens around your neck and whispers, “Swallow,” as his hips begin to move in and out of your sensitive pussy.

You feel your body stutter as his cock slipped in and out of your leaking pussy. Tears continued to stream down your face at the amount of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Who’s fucken slut are you?” Toji kisses your tear stained cheeks as his thrusts began to speed up, “your slut, daddy,” He moans as he feels your pussy squeeze his cock, he wasn’t so far from cumming.

“Oh fuck, baby. This pussy was made for me,” His gentler tone made your heart leap, your hips beginning to meet his thrusts, “Only you, T-Toji,” He moves your head more towards him, taking your lips in his as he made out with you passionately.

“Yeah, keep fucking yourself on my cock,” He stops moving making you do all the work. You whimper as you begin to move yourself back on to his cock. Toji looks down at the erotic sight of your pussy so easily swallowing his cock. His free hand caresses your ass and squeezes it before giving it a harsh slap.

“Tell me how much you love my cock,” Toji knew exactly what he was doing, exactly the damage he was causing but he didn’t care. After all you would seek for him not and who was he to turn you down.

“So much, daddy,” Toji laughed as he slid his hand to the back of your neck shoving you down onto the bed, “Yeah you love daddy’s cock,” He moans as he begins to chase his own high, out pussy was so warm and he’d been on the verge for so long now.

“Yes! Love daddy’s cock so much!” Your moans become uncontrollable as you begin to feel overstimulated but you loved every second of it. Addicted to the amount of pleasure that filled your body.

“You wanna make daddy, a real daddy?” Toji wants to see how you’ll respond, he doesn’t care that he’s older than you, seeing you swollen with his kid made his mind run wild.

“Yes, pump your kids into me!” You say too cock drunk to even comprehend what he was saying, “Yeah? You ready? You ready to become a mommy?”

“Yes daddy make me a mommy to your kids!” Your words flip something in him as he begins to pound into your pussy harder than he’d ever done before. Your eyes roll back into your head as you feel your stomach tighten once again. Your mouth open not being able to make a sound.

“Oh, s-shit,” Toji moans as your pussy squeezes him once more, spurting his seed into your pussy. The feeling causes you to snap as you squirt all over his cock once more. He removes his cock completely, letting your juices and his leak out of your fucked out pussy. You whimper as you feel him slap his cock against your pussy before inserting it back in.

“Can’t get enough of his nasty pussy.”

It didn’t stop for the rest of the night, your pussy so full of his cum by the time you passed out. The warmth of his body against yours bringing you comfort till it didn’t, waking up in the morning alone. You scanned the room seeing a note tapped to the bed side that read.

‘Had a fun time last night, let’s do it again tonight’ - Toji

And all you could do…was cry. Your infatuation with a man was merely one sided and how could it not be…a million dollar man like him would never want anything serious with you.

He was such an ass to you and only nice when he wanted your pretty lips around his cock. He was screwed up, but brilliant and was the epitome a million dollar but you knew how he was…so why was your heart so broken?

h1ghoffu — please do not plagiarize/copy this! hope you enjoyed!

[alphareleasemedia]

Daily Drabble Project Feb 12-19

2/12/23 It was a difficult time for everybody, but they all made the best of it that they could. No one wanted to talk about the incident but there was no pretending that it hadn't happened. George had stolen Michael's pickles and there was no getting around it. George didn't even try to deny it. He was very blatant about the whole thing, claiming that it was what it was. Michael didn't have much to say himself. He tried to pretend that he was okay, saying that he didn't even like pickles anyway, but we all knew that was a lie.

2/13/23 Penny jumped up and down vaguely in time with the music alongside about 50 other young adults. They were all crowded into a darkened gym lined with tables full of snacks and punch crowded by the weary and the wallflowers. Penny had been enjoying the evening so far, but things were about to take a turn. The next song started and from the first notes the dance floor turned to chaos. Many were unprepared for the frenzy overtaking them. Those trampled by the enthusiastic dancers were left with only two questions: Where did you come from? Where did you go?

2/14/23 It was an ordinary day. Jason was building a tower out of matchsticks. Just as he was placing the last matchstick the door slammed open suddenly and the whole tower fell over. It was Carlos. Someone had stolen the Star Gems. Jason was on his feet in an instant. He and Carlos rushed from the room. They had to find the gems. They searched everywhere and at last they found them. Dr. Caribou had taken the Star Gems. He needed them to power his space laser. Jason and Carlos stopped him. They recovered the gems. It was an ordinary day.

2/15/23 I think I might be losing my mind. Just a little. But the fact that I'm aware that I might be going crazy means I haven't lost it completely. Right? That's what they say, isn't it? Real crazy people don't know that they're crazy, so if I can see that I'm starting to go crazy then I'm not really crazy. Yeah. Not crazy yet. But heading that way. If I'm not careful. But I am careful. I know I'm going crazy so I also know that I'm not crazy. See? It makes perfect sense. What was I talking about again?

2/16/23 They had to be sneaky. There was no telling who could be watching. The two of them moved as stealthily through the building as they could. With their skills it wasn't difficult to be nearly silent as they worked their way towards their goal. They kept low and moved quickly. The faster they could get in and out the more likely their mission would be successful. At last they laid eyes on the target. The two jumped onto the counter together. But before they could even sniff the ham sandwich they hunted, the plate was hastily snatched away from them.

2/17/23 Sally sang to herself as she swung back and forth on the swing. It was a pleasant day; the sun was shining out of a blue sky with fluffy white clouds drifting idly by. The swing set was in the shade of a large oak tree. Its looming branches swayed softly in the slight breeze that was rustling the air. Sally continued to swing with not a care in the world. She'd had a nice big breakfast, and nowhere else to be for the rest of the day. Sally was content to spend the whole day there on the swing.

2/18/23 Lyla ran through the hedge maze with her right-hand brushing against the leaves as she went. There was no method to her run, she navigated the maze with no thought to finding the exit, merely running about according to her whims. The sky was overcast overhead, a uniform grey to match the uniform green of the maze. Deep shadows stretched across the path casting an eerie feel over the maze. Lyla ran on anyway, unbothered by the darkness. She turned a corner and found herself at the center of the maze. Lyla paused a moment before hurrying down another path.

2/19/23 Robin scrolled through the pictures on her digital camera. The view from the bleachers of West Hill High's football field wasn't the most amazing, but the sun was setting, and its golden rays cast the world in a far more aesthetically pleasing light than usual. Robin reached her most recent picture and had to smile. The boys were messing around down on the field. Still in uniform they were running increasingly ridiculous 'plays' to amusing results. Jason and Perry had carried Clyde on their shoulders while he tried to throw the ball down field. The picture captured the inevitable results.