#At the end of the day I’m either right and God is good & merciful or I’m wrong and God is good & merciful

[why-bless-your-heart]

Why does Limbo make more sense than God cleansing and taking babies to heaven who had no chance of being baptized? He is not bound by the sacraments so I don’t understand

To me it’s just because human nature is not capable of Heaven without God’s grace, so I find it makes more sense that souls that never had the chance to give themselves or be given to God are given a sort of “natural” place in Heaven rather than standing before His face.

[rumisgf]

YOUR BEST EATER ! - JJK EDITION

summary: jjk characters i think can eat pussy the best and who i think would not. that’s really it, i’m telling yall who the munches are. enjoy some pussy eating headcanons :D !

warnings: explicit obviously, black!reader, discussing f!receiving oral, use of the title daddy (once), cursing, slight crack, slander but i’m kidding kinda

GOJO SATURO - 10/10

✧ he’s sick in the head.

✧ i hate him truly. he gives good head and he knows it.

✧ he loves making it messy, he wants your arousal all over his face

✧ he wants it on the sheets by the time he’s finished

✧ he also likes making you cum multiple times, so don’t expect mercy

✧ he gets a kick out of watching you squirm and writhe under his touch

✧ and not only is his tongue magical, but he knows all the methods to make you scream for him

✧ he uses fingers and all that

✧ he’s definitely made you squirt from head

✧ the type of head he gives will have you soaked before he even fucks you

✧ yk the song that’s like ‘i’m the type of guy that’s gon eat it ‘fore i put it in?”

✧ yeah, that’s gojo

“one more, princess? hm?”

“yesss- please ‘toru!”

“good girl.. want you to make a mess all over my tongue”

GETO SUGURU - 9/10

✧ he’s a good contender for sure

✧ he’ll act like he doesn’t want to at first but it’s all a facade

✧ he can’t let you know he’s a fiend too early of course

✧ but when he finally does, boy are you surprised

✧ toe curling. jaw dropping.

✧ he’ll have you creaming on his fingers while he sucks on your clit like a madman

✧ it hurts so good and you never want him to stop

✧ and he licks your clit so attentively, he looks at each facial expression you make

✧ he draws perfect circles with his tongue

✧ it’s definitely not his strong suit (but shit that’s saying something)

✧ i’ll give him his flowers though for sure

✧ he gives the type of head that has you aching for him to put his dick inside you already

“taste so fuckin’ good. love this pussy, baby- ‘s all mine.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO - 8/10

✧ he’s one of those guys who swears up and down he doesn’t eat pussy

✧ he does.

✧ first time he went between your thighs, you thought you saw god

✧ whenever your hips lift up and you start squirming from all the pleasure, he presses them back into the mattress

✧ and he edges you while giving you head

✧ he’ll have you screaming then stop just to hear you beg for him to let you cum

✧ he’s still a sadist at the end of the day, he can’t let you have too much fun

✧ either that, or he overstimulated you until there’s literal tears streaming down your cheeks

✧ he loves making you cry from head

✧ if he’s not having you gag on his dick as he throat fucks you, this is his other way to see tears stain your pretty face

✧ whenever you squirt from him giving you head, he feels very satisfied with himself

✧ he can never give head for too long tho because the sight of you dripping pussy right in front of his eyes makes him so hard it hurts

“stay fuckin’ still brat. let me taste this pussy.”

SUKUNA RYOMEN - 2/10

✧ he doesn’t eat pussy.

✧ yeah, sorry.

✧ he’s a literal demon idk what else was expected

✧ in all seriousness, he’s not too fond of giving head

✧ but, he does enjoy fingering you though

✧ his fingers are often plunged into your hole while make out sessions and it’s his go-to for foreplay

✧ he’ll have you on his lap and play with your cunt until you’re crying

✧ and if you have toys, he loves overstimulating you with him

✧ this is often how he punishes you (sometimes he just feels like it, though)

✧ but long story short, this man will NOT be your best eater

“ry- fuck! daddy please- can’t take it!”

“nuh uh, this is what you wanted doll. let me take care of ya.”

NANAMI KENTO - 10/10

✧ if gojo’s not your best eater, nanami’s definitely your best eater

✧ he’s got every tongue and finger combo down packed

✧ he gets down. he do NOT play.

✧ he’s definitely a pleasure dom at heart so he believes you deserve good head from him

✧ and he also doesn’t talk at all while giving you head

✧ it’s almost amazing how focused he gets

✧ his form of communication is looking up at your fucked out face, filling his ego

✧ he likes eating you at after he fucks you

✧ that way he can fuck his cum back into you with his tongue and taste your arousal at the same time

✧ it’s also a way to overstimulate you that he can be slick with

✧ whenever you’re in missionary, he always has your legs bent to your ears so he can pull out and lap at your pussy whenever he wants to

✧ it’s a rush getting fucked into oblivion then getting your soul snatched as he slurps up all your juices

✧ he also enjoys how wet he makes you, so you taste so good when he does

✧ he spits on it. that’s all i have to say.

“k-kento.. so good..”

CHOSO KAMO - 11/10

✧ OHHHH LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING

✧ you thought i wouldn’t put him above gojo and nanami? you’re wrong.

✧ this man is a munch. he’s a fiend. it’s pathetic.

✧ he’ll eat pussy on his knees, matter of fact he loves it

✧ he loves when you trap your legs around like yes please don’t let him breathe he might nut right then and there

✧ he whimpers while eating you out.

✧ he won’t say it, but he likes spelling out words in your clit

✧ he mostly just spells his name

✧ and he loves how you taste, so he can eat you out forever

✧ you have to tap out for him to stop because he really has no self control when it comes to eating you out

✧ and please, sit on his face.

✧ and actually sit on it. this man doesn’t wanna be able to breathe

✧ he’ll leaves fingerprint marked bruises on your ass cheeks from gripping them as he works his tongue from under you

✧ him eating you out always has you squirting before he even fucked you yet

✧ he also enjoys tasting the mix of yours and his cum after he fucks you

✧ choso gives head so good you wanna have his kids

“babyyy- ‘m c-cumming!”

“f-fuck, taste so good baby. need you so bad.”

@ rumisgf

[cx-boxbox]

I was going to write a fic about Lando wanting to wear pretty clothes, but I gave up after a couple scenes. Anyway, here's the only part I kept:

Lando’s fingers twitch nervously as he collects his packages, fiddling with the corners and ducking under the tape sealing the flaps shut, but he’s careful not to accidentally open them where anyone can see. It was already embarrassing enough to ask the concierge for them, and he cringed at the heavily branded boxes. The lady probably now thinks he has a secret girlfriend or something.

It’s nice out in Melbourne, and Lando is more than happy to swap the polo and jeans he wore to the paddock for a new purple v-neck that’s so soft and light to the touch it might disintegrate between his fingers and shorts that are just a tad bit shorter than the ones he ran around the city in. He has already been photographed without his shirt within days of arriving, so if he does bump into someone, it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise.

But it is really just Lando’s luck that he quite literally smacks into his teammate’s back as he rounds the corner.

Oscar straightens with his bucket of ice, blinks at him, and asks, “Where are you going in such a rush?”

Lando folds his arms over his chest.

“Dinner. Not a foreign concept to you, hopefully.”

“‘Course not.” What is a foreign concept is how Oscar’s gaze keeps drifting south, flickering between the plunging neckline of Lando’s shirt and his upper thighs.

Oh, how interesting, he thinks, amused. Out loud, he asks, “Wanna come with? I have no idea which places are trainer-approved.”

It takes a moment for Oscar to shrug and respond, “Sure, why not. Teammate bonding and such, right?”

Lando gasps and plucks the bucket from Oscar’s hands. He pokes Oscar’s shoulder for good measure. “We’re plenty bonded, mate!” Not as much as he’d like, but still. “Just admit that you’re simply leaping at the idea of spending time with me away from the paddock.”

“I’m going to bring you to a seafood restaurant.”

“Aah! No, no, don't do that. I dressed up so pretty, I even shaved, and you’re not ruining my hard work with, eugh, fish.”

Once again, Oscar’s gaze travels over Lando’s figure, and Lando is incredibly delighted to see red tinting his cheeks. He preens a little, which he cannot be blamed for.

It’s so flattering that it more than makes up for Oscar’s simple affirming, “Hm.”

God, Lando would be so over this whole flirting-not-quite-boyfriends thing if it wasn’t so entertaining. He just hopes that Oscar’s patience doesn’t run out before either one of them gives in and just confesses. He also hopes that he isn’t misreading anything either. That would be fucking humiliating.

The little smiles and full-body laughter Lando regularly receives from him keeps him hopeful at best and delusional at worst.

On the way to Oscar’s hotel room, Lando asks what he planned on doing with the ice, and he only receives a shrug and a mumbled, “You never know when you just need a bucket of ice.”

“That’s fair.”

“Speaking of ice, are you going to be cold in just that? It gets cooler in the evenings, and your circulation sucks.”

“A price I’m willing to pay. Have you considered that maybe your circulation is working overtime? That it might be doing too much?” Lando retorts in lieu of admitting that he didn’t actually think that far ahead in his nervous excitement. A green hoodie promptly hits him in the face.

It’s not McLaren merch. It’s OP81 merch, and it smells like Oscar. Lando resists the urge to ball it up and shove his face into it.

“Just hold onto it if you don’t wanna wear it now,” Oscar says before disappearing into the bathroom. He re-emerges in a long-sleeved shirt and trousers that don’t have drawstrings. Lando almost breathes a sigh of relief. Small mercies.

Oscar’s hoodie also ends up being one of those small mercies, and Lando burrows into it comfortably as they take a longer route back to the hotel because the city after dark is nice. Oscar raises an eyebrow at him in his subtly gloating fashion, which Lando ignores in favor of tucking his nose into the collar.

“You look prettier in my hoodie,” Oscar mumbles.

“Huh?”

“Never mind. We’re here anyway.”

[mitsuyeaah]

my present.

— ran haitani x f! reader

cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, bdsm (handcuffs & ran’s baton), unprotected sex, creampie, slight degradation, pet names (princess, sweet, baby)

a/n: hello, i’m most likely on a break (again) if you see this post. i didn’t want to leave without writing for ran haitani’s birthday so i’m writing this the night before and have scheduled to post this the next day (today). i did promise you all hehe. hope you guys enjoy <3 happy birthday ran!

ran’s arms were around you as soon as he walked through the door. work was rough—even on his birthday—and all he wanted to do was be with you. to be engulfed in your presence, your scent, your everything.

of course, being the loving girlfriend you were, you had prepared something special for ran. the two of you were supposed to be in a fancy dinner, getting tipsy over expensive wine and laughing about his fellow executives in bonten. then, the two of you would take a romantic walk under the twinkling stars, sharing endless stories about anything and everything.

key word, supposed.

you didn’t know how you got into this position but here you were, naked and hands bound over your head and tied to the headboard—completely at ran’s mercy. he hovered over you, knees planted on either side of your legs and his gaze locked on you. you already got the gist of his idea when he said he only wanted you as his present for his birthday but this was definitely on another level.

his right hand firmly held onto his onxy-coloured baton, the stick glimmering under the light as if to tease you. to remind you how helpless you were. you haven’t seen him use his baton for combat for a very long time, so it definitely brought back memories.

“so pretty f’me, my princess..” he purred, bringing the baton down to your chest to trace at one of your hardened buds. your brows furrowed in pleasure as your chest pushed towards the end of his baton, your teeth biting down at your bottom lip. fuck, he hasn’t even done much, yet you were already a mess.

you looked up at him, your eyes—an evident hint of plea—meeting his amethyst ones. this earned a saccharine smile from him, followed by a honeyed laugh, the hanafuda tattoo embedded on the skin of his neck moving with every gesture.

“mmm.. you’re going to have to do much better than that.” the tip of the baton travels down your torso, leaving goosebumps in its trail as it ghosts over your skin. the tip of it stops at the apex of your legs, a slight pressure pressing against your clit.

it drove you absolutely crazy, the pressure was too soft to give any kind of satisfaction.

your hands tugged on the silver cuffs against your wrist, making a loud clinking noise which only fed onto ran’s saccharine smile. god, he loved seeing you like this. all pretty and ready for him.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he started rubbing the tip up and down your slick folds, back arching upwards as a whimper escapes your lips. “aah! ran, please, baby. i need you..”

he ignored your pleas and continued rubbing the tip of his baton against your wet cunt. you clenched around nothing, the pleasure was there yet it was unsatisfying. you needed ran’s cock inside you.

“beg for it, then. beg for my cock like the good girl you are.”

you let out another whimper as ran increases the pressure against your clit. “please please, ran! i want your cock inside me.. ngh! i’ll be a good girl!” you breathlessly pleaded, your exposed chest heaving up and down as you held ran’s gaze.

you didn’t know that your pleas were actually going to work but it did. normally, ran would’ve had you shaking and crying before giving you his cock but it seems like he was being extra nice today. although, the huge tent in his pants gave you a clear indication.

he was just as eager as you were.

after releasing your wrist from the metal cuffs, ran positioned your body into all fours. he settled behind you after getting undressed, his free hand roaming your ass, squeezing and massaging at the supple flesh which earned a moan from you.

he wasted no time before slipping his cock inside you, a loud groan rumbling deep from his chest at the feeling of your delicious walls sucking him in. his left hand squeezed at your ass as he bottomed out, pants slipping past his lips. he closed his eyes for a few seconds, letting his mind wander somewhere else to hold himself back from cumming right then and there.

the two of you fell into a unison, profanities and loud moans reverberated throughout the room as ran finally started moving his hips. loud squelching noises filling your ears, reminding you how much effect ran has on you.

“fuck! just like that, my princess.. ngh—ah!” ran threw his head back as you clenched around him, biting down on his bottom lip at the heightened pleasure.

“mmm.. such a good girl f’me..” he breathlessly chuckles before striking his baton against your ass, earning a loud yelp from you. you clenched around him again, the searing pain was sharp and it spread throughout your skin, but ran was quick to massage that very spot.

he tilts his head to the side even though you couldn’t see him, “oh? does my princess like that? you like it when i use my baton on you, huh?” you nod your head before releasing your bottom lip from your teeth to mutter a small ‘yes’.

ran lets out an exaggerated gasp, “how naughty, my princess. y’know.. most of my enemies fear for their life when they’re met with my baton, but you.. you’re here enjoying yourself like a complete slut because of it.”

his hips pick up its pace causing your body to roughly jolt forward with every thrust, heavy balls slapping against your clit. “mmm—fuck, ran!” your nails dig into the mattress, your arms burning as you held yourself steady against his powerful thrusts.

another strike lands on your ass, this time causing your arms to give out. the hit was much harder but the pain felt so good combined with the pleasure his cock gave you, the way the blunt tip kissed the spongy spot inside you over and over again .

your face met the mattress, moans muffled but were still as loud due to ran’s unforgiving thrusts. “ah! ah! i’m close—fuck!” your face contorted in pleasure, muscles becoming taut at the familiar sensation bubbling at the pit of your stomach.

ran brings down his baton for the third time, striking your ass which earned another loud muffled moan from you. at this point you were gone, the pain from the baton mixed with the pleasure from his cock. you only had one thing in your mind, and that was to cum.

he throws the baton somewhere in the room—making a loud clanking noise as it met the floor—before planting both his palms on your hips and roughly fucking into you. “s-shit! are you—ah! are you near, my princess?” he whines, hips stuttering as you give his cock another clench.

you try to form the word ‘yes’ but it betrays you and instead, loud moans and whimpers escape from your throat. your eyes were shut tight, focusing on the immense pleasure you felt.

“mmm—ah! cum for me, my princess. c’mon, give me the best birthday present and cream around this cock.”

that was all it took for you to let go. your body stiffened as the knot deep in your lower stomach finally snapped, your mouth agape but no sounds dared to come out. tears brimmed around your eyes at the immense pleasure, you swore you could hear a faint ringing.

ran stills his hips flush against your ass as ropes of his thick cum paint your walls, hands massaging at the spot his baton hit. he shudders at the pleasure, letting out breathless high pitched moans and crying for your name.

“ngh! fuck yeah.. that’s it.” his hips softly ruts into your ass, riding his orgasm out to milk every last drop of his cum. he pulled out of you, watching the way your juices leaked out of your sopping wet cunt before throwing himself on the mattress next to you to catch his breath.

“best birthday gift ever, my sweet.” he pants, looking into your eyes as you settled beside him as well. smiling at him, “happy birthday, baby.” you croaked.

ran haitani was a simple man with simple needs. he didn’t need expensive gifts to be satisfied on his birthday, no. all he needed was you, because,

after all, his present was your presence.

© mitsuyeaah

[tojisparasite]

TW- feet, God, power imbalance, kidnapping, dub-con, master/slave dynamic

A/N- Hiii (´∀｀) !! just wanted to quickly tag @naoyasgf for the foot idea AND giving me her thoughts on this imagine. i hope whoever reads this enjoys it as well <3 Thank you! there is one typo here that i missed and can’t seem to find so sorry abt that! ^^

𓆩My god, my tourniquet𓆪

a world where your f/o is a god(dess) amongst men and has been for well over a thousand years…

the people adore them, their preachers are considered enlightened and stand within their good graces! but your f/o seems almost bored of all the devotion and never-ending attention. some prayers are being answered depending on how merciful they want to be that day or they even cause disaster to happen within your mortal world. they did what they wanted and they indulged in that every second of each day.

all this peace and destruction they bring into the world and they still feel a sort of emptiness, someone as highly thought about and well-loved should never feel empty or dissatisfied! it irks them greatly because no matter how many souls they reap out of their own pure selfishness or how many miracles they cause nothing feels fulfilling.

they decide to go into the human world to go searching for what this could be the cause of, perhaps there were people fighting against their word?

as they walk the streets everything seems to be in order, there are more worshippers than non-believers… thankfully.

then you bump into them, you must have been running late or running from someone or something! either way, you didn’t even notice the figure in front of you—how careless of you to not feel the essence of your own god(dess) up close.

when they took a look at the person who so rudely ran into them they felt something they have never felt since their creation… they don’t know what it is yet it disgusts them, or so they think.

“I’m sorry!” you shout as you returned to dashing down the crowded streets in the middle of the day. where you were going, they didn’t know; not yet at least.

they spent the most of their day in the mortal world deep in thought, what was it about you of all humans that made them feel so… odd?

eventually they go back to their kingdom that was light years away from your world, their personal servants ready to serve as always. your f/o dismisses them, they didn’t want lowly servants to serve them any more…

they wanted you to serve them.

it could only make sense! they were so empty because they were in need of a new servant, and you were so cute, absolutely clueless of the situation you got yourself into. it made them desire your presence and your servitude even more.

your f/o wasted no time to appear into your home—finding you was not at all difficult, they simply had to think of your clueless little face and now know everything about you.

“you poor thing, not at all meant for the human world.” they lowered themself to coo into your ear, you were in such a deep sleep. you must’ve been comfortable knowing your god(dess) was coming to rescue you from the mortal world, you were so willing already and that made something in them feel alive—this was as close as they could get to feeling what a mortal felt when they saw the thing or person they adored.

without hesitation they cradled you, keeping you in a protective embrace. before you could open your eyes, there you were. in the holy kingdom, the world you only heard about in scriptures and sermons.

“did i… did i die?” your voice was so soft it was hardly audible had you not been in the arms of your f/o.

your f/o chuckled and shook their head, reassuring you that you are not quite dead—but you won’t be returning ‘home’ anymore. home was with them! aren’t you grateful?

you seemed to have adjusted as well as you possibly could, learning you duties as a servant. but when your f/o was bored they’ll pull you onto their lap, saying it was an order that you had to stay put right their with them.

your new life didn’t seem too bad, you were the beloved companion/servant for your f/o. no one bothered you and you didn’t bother them, you remained at the side of your god(dess).

eventually, all your thoughts turned to pleasing them and only them. some days you fulfilled their wishes, no matter how strange it was—be it kissing almost every crevice of their body, bathing them, feeding them. occasionally they would force you to be doted on by them, they would claim you’re terrible at taking care of yourself.

months pass (at least you’d assume so), and your f/o has a peculiar request for today.

“get on your knees and kiss my feet.”

“what?”

your f/o had a small sneer forming already, irritated by your question. you never dared question them till now. why now? why not when you had to bathe the body of a thousand year old being? you genuinely drew the line at kissing their feet?

“did i stutter? grovel beneath me and kiss my feet.” they spoke firmly while gripping the back of your hair, pushing you downwards till you were on your knees at last. they sat back down in their seat to watch as you stared up at them with glossy eyes and flushed cheeks—you were humiliated and they loved it.

“you look pathetic here stop looking at me.” they rolled their eyes and tapped their shoe against your lips, “go on.”

your hands trembled as you took hold of their ankle, pressing a small kiss to the material.

“you can do better than that,” they scoffed and rolled their eyes, “you don’t kiss the rest of my body like that. are you basically saying you don’t love your god(dess)?” they questioned. they felt almost insulted by your reluctance but managed to keep their cool. see how benevolent they could be towards you?

“no! but—” your voice crackled whilst you tried to explain yourself.

“then properly kiss it.” they pressed the shoe against your lips harder this time, your teeth indenting on the insides of your mouth. they refused to hear any pathetic excuse you tried to muster up.

you swallowed a thick pool of saliva before obliging and kissing their shoe better.

you couldn’t even begin to think about why they wanted this. there was never no reasoning or explanation for their desires, if they want it they got it. no questions asked.

you pressed a more meaningful kiss to the tip of the shoe, then another, then one more for good measure; all while keeping their ankle in your grasp.

they loved how obedient you were, how eager you were to please them. they loved you so much in their own twisted little way.

you took it up a notch slightly and removed their shoe, then their sock. pecking the sole of their foot. warm, wet trails were being left behind from your soft and delicate lips.

“you love this don’t you? worshipping your god(dess). kissing my foot that graces the ground you and i share? this is the closest you’ll get to feeling like my equal, pet.” they let out a soft chuckle. they were amused by your seemingly innocent obedience. no matter how much time has passed to them you’ll always look like their clueless pet.

meanwhile, all you did was press more kisses all around their foot. humming in response as a way to signal that you agreed with them. how could you disagree with someone who could end you without a second thought.

seeing how well you responded to this command, they looked forward to pushing you for the sake of another disgusting desire.

- Cherub 🐾🍡

[soapyghost]

CAUGHT (SIMON "GHOST" RILEY x F! READER)

Wordcount: 3.3k Warnings: Smut, language, inappropriate relationship with your superior, pet names, f! gendered reader, slight hypoxyphilia, p in v, unprotected sx, cream pie, fingering, probably more so sorry if i forgot some. A/N: I really wanted to write a lil enemies to lovers Ghost x Reader so enjoy. Also this is not really proofread just pure horny on main. Enjoy! Tag list: @tomhollandisabae, @confuseddipshit,

You were never one for teams, you preferred to be alone. It was easier that way. Nobody to fuck up the mission. Maybe it stems from the fact that your parents died and left you at the tender age of 3 to the mercy of the Mob. They died before they could pay their dues, or maybe died because of it, and you were the payment. It didn’t matter to you any way. The Mob became your family. From the day they died up until your faction of the Mob was taken down you were trained to be the best assassin. Your tiny frame and pretty face made it all the more easier, nobody suspected the Mob to send a little girl to collect. As you grew up and began to really hone your craft, luring men in and ending their life before they even knew what happened. This is how you earned your nickname, Mantis.

“Mantis, sit rep” the gravely voice of your Captain comes through the earpiece and snaps you out of your thoughts. You roll your eyes, “I’m alive”, back pressed against the wall of some shitty club, eyes scanning the smokey room for your target. After the raid on the Mob, it was either a life in prison or a life of service to Task Force 141 and you were too pretty for prison. You surmise they were impressed by the sheer number of men you’d taken down in your short life. At 21 you were the youngest on the team, but far from the least experience.

“Don’t think he’s showing Cap” you muse while sipping on your drink, some shitty mocktail because they team refused to let you drink on the job. Little did they know you did some of your best work while tipsy, words flowed easier from your lips while the warmth of alcohol flows through you. But for the sake of playing nice you promised you wouldn’t drink on recon missions, but only recon. “You’re right. Rendezvous at the safe house in 30” Price sighs.

Your team really isn’t so bad, it’s not your family but they’ll do. They were wary of you when you were first brought to base, but they all warmed up quickly; you still haven’t gotten completely comfortable with them but you fit into the team almost perfectly. Almost. There was one hiccup, your Lieutenant, Ghost. No matter how hard the team tried, neither of you liked each other. Maybe it’s because you came from crime, maybe it’s because you killed weak men. You’ve given up on trying to play nice with him. There have been more than a few screaming matches that have ended with Price and Soap pulling you two into separate rooms. Thank god, you think to yourself, he wasn’t sent out on this mission. You unlock the door to the shitty run down ranch home that was your safe house for this mission and walk through the door and there he is. Ghost.

“What the fuck are you doing here” you spit at him. He’s sitting on the armchair in the living room smoking, mask still covering most of his face. “That’s no way to greet your Lieutenant, Princess” he responds. There’s that god awful nickname. He’s taken to calling you a Princess because “you act like one” he claims. You’d become accustom to nice things in the Mob, so the shock of suddenly being thrust into the military was quite the change for you. “Oh fuck off Simon” his name coming off your tongue with nothing but hatred. This man has made your transition nothing but hell, having you run extra laps, do more pushups and spend hours on the range perfecting your shot. Nothing was ever good enough for him. “Where is Price?” you snap, noticing his bag is gone from house. “Had another mission to go on, so they sent me” his voice laced with resent. He didn’t want to be there, at least you had that in common. “I could do this on my own, go home” you say, tossing your expensive coat on the couch near him and unclipping your hair from its updo. Kicking your heels in his direction, “did you at least bring me something to eat?” You ask pointedly. He grunts and motions to the kitchen where some takeout waits for you.

After you devour the cheap greasy takeout that Simon had grabbed, you walk back out of the kitchen and saunter past him. “Going to bed, you get the couch LT” you smirk. He nods, more interested in whatever rerun is playing from the TV than you. You roll your eyes, and turn around to go down the hall when a thought enters your mind. A wry smile creeps up on your face as you reach for the zipper on the back of the dress you’re wearing. You make sure the sound of the zipper unzipping is loud enough for him to hear it and let the dress drop to the floor. If he was going to make this mission hell, you’d do the same thing. “Night Simon” you sing, as you turn your head back in his direction hoping to catch a glimpse of surprise in his eyes. But when you look back there isn’t an ounce of shock on his face, it’s something…darker. The look he gives you when he watches you run another lap or do 20 more pushups. His eyes black as night, not moving from yours. A huff of annoyance escapes you as you stride to the bedroom.

The next day you keep yourself cooped up in the bedroom until it’s mission start. The thought of being in the same room as Ghost makes your skin crawl. Why did he look at you like that, you muse as you apply makeup. Anger bubbles inside of you, he should be grateful. Spewing compliments at the meer glance he got at your body. But no, he just looked at you with the same superiority he always does. You slam the bottle of cheap perfume down on the counter and get dressed. A silent prayer that your target shows up today so you can get back to base and not spend another night with him.

“I’m going” you yell across the house as you put in your earpiece. Not waiting for a response, you grab your coat and slip into your heels, slamming the door on your way out. The cool air helps clear your mind, quell your anger. You were so having real liquor tonight. The walk to the club isn’t terribly far and before you realize it you’re at the door slipping past the line. As you walk into the club you leave your coat with the bouncer, thanking him with a kiss on the cheek. Works every time. You saunter to the bar and order yourself a vodka Redbull, if you had to be here all night you were going to need something to keep you up.

“I thought we agreed no drinking” ghost growls through the earpiece. “We- didn’t agree to shit” you mutter in response and grab your drink before the man next to you could offer to buy you a drink. Another night of sulking in the back, shooing off drunken suiters all while searching for your target. It’s simple enough of a mission, locate the target, get him alone and drug him to take him back to the safe house to get information. You’d been here almost a week now waiting on him to show up and you’re beginning to believe the intel is bogus.

You’re well into your 3rd drink when your target finally walks in. “He’s here” you breathe, almost not believing that he actually showed. Vladlen Adrik, 2nd in command of a Russian terrorist group. He’s a lot bigger than you thought, well over 6ft and 300lbs, with a bushy beard and beady eyes. "Game time Mantis, show me why the chose to spare you" Simon challenges you. Again, you roll your eyes at his comment. Taking a deep breath, you wander through the throngs of people dancing and spilling drinks on the dance floor towards VIP where Vladlen disappeared to. This is the only part of the plan that may go wrong, if Vladlen doesn't acknowledge your presence than you'll never get passed the bouncers of VIP. As you get close to the VIP area the bouncer puts out his arm to stop you, "This is off limits miss" he barks. "Awhh, but why" you whine, looking up at him with doe eyes. You say it rather loudly, hoping that Adrik heard you, and he does. "Alexsei" you hear him growl, "let the lady through". Alexsei lifts his hands up to chest and lets you through. Game on. "Thank youuuuu mister?" you lay on the thick accent of liquor to make it seem like you're a lot drunker than you are. "Vlad" he responds, lust dripping from his voice. Putting your hand on his chest "Well Vlad, looks like I owe you" you purr. He flinches slightly at your touch, "hmm I guess you do". "How ever can I repay you" you look up at him through your eyelashes. "I can think of a few ways" he says, pulling you into his lap. You let out a giggle as you thud against his thigh. You recognize most of the faces at the table as more members of the terrorist group, but none of them are paying you any mind. You lean into Vlad and snake your hands down to his very obvious erection, "oh?" you mewl in his ear. He suppresses a grunt of pleasure at your light touch. "Alexsei, get us a room would you" his shouts over you, and the minute he flicks his eyes off you and up to the bouncer you flick the drug into his drink. Men are so easy. Alexsei nods and goes to get the keys to a private room. Vlad takes a big swig of his drink and returns his gaze back to you and the little red dress you're wearing. Raising an eyebrow he asks, "is that alright with you kitten?". A giggle and a smile is all he needs to pull you up and walk you to the private room.

Everything is going exactly to plan as Vlad leads you to the very last private room in the hallway, which is right next to the emergency exit Ghost will be using to get in and help haul this giant of a man out. As Vlad goes to open the door he drops the keys, the drug working a little faster than intended. You bend over to pick them up for him and Vlad grabs your ass which makes you squeak in surprise. Grabbing the keys and regaining your composure you unlock the door for him and lead him into the room. He stumbles in and with one swift movement you shove him onto the bed. Soft snores escape his mouth and you know the hardest part of this mission is over. "Tango down" you murmur into the earpiece. Not a minute later your skull masked Lieutenant comes through the door. "Great job, kitten" he remarks. Rolling your eyes you walk over to Vlads unconscious body, "are you going to help me?" Ghost walks to the bed, a small chuckle escaping from behind his mask. "You really should stop rolling your eyes at people" he grunts lifting Vlad on his own. This is the closest you've ever been to Simon, he smells like cigarettes and sandalwood. The heat radiating from his body surprises you, you expected him to be just as cold as his heart. "Or what L.T?" you challenge. "One day you may get punished" he whispers, that same look in his eyes from last night.

Getting Vlad's body back to the safe house proves to be a little bit more difficult than expected and takes the better part of an hour to move him. Once you're both safely behind the doors of the house you finally take a breath, the mission went off without a hitch. Ghost grabs a chair from the kitchen and ties Vlad's hands behind his back and to the chair. Swiftly, he moves down to the ground and ties the mans feet to the chair. "I'm going to take a shower" you yell across the house, watching Ghost closely while he is on comms with base calling for evac. "Evac will be here in 3 hours, don't use all the hot water Princess" he yells back. You stop dead in your tracks, that damn nick name getting under your skin yet again. Turning to look at him directly, you reach behind you and unzip your dress again, letting it fall to your ankles before you step out of it and you roll your eyes before you turn back to go down the hallway to the bathroom.

Ghost's speed surprises you as you're not even 3 steps down the hall before he has caught up to you and shoved you against the wall. Your breath catches in your throat at the feeling of his hands on your neck and waist. It feels like your body is on fire, an inferno spreading through your skin and deep into your bones. "I told you to stop rolling your eyes at me" he growls into your ear. No one, certainly not a man has ever had the audacity to touch you like this and it turns your head into a foggy wasteland. You've lost all power in this situation and you know it, your heart beating so hard it might just come out of your ribcage. Suddenly you become acutely aware that you're in nothing but a bra and panties with your superior office pushing you up against a wall.

Your eyes dart up to meet his, dark and dangerous like the ocean. His breathing is heavy, like he's trying hold in some caged beast. "I told you, you would be punished" he whispers lustfully in your ear. "Bathroom, now" he commands, releasing you from his iron clad grip and spinning you towards the bathroom with a harsh smack on your ass that makes you gasp. Brain too foggy to disobey you head shakily to the bathroom, mind spinning on what's about to happen. You open the door and mindlessly turn on the shower. In moments Ghost is at the door in his too tight t-shirt and cargo pants, shedding his tactile gear in the hallway behind him. His eyes are watching your face as he slides off the mask.

The mask drops to the floor and you drink in the sight before you. Simon has never taken off his mask near you, he'd done so for the rest of 141 but never for you. He's absolutely stunning, dark ocean eyes, with a strong jawline and perfect cut brown hair. You drink in the sight of him like a man lost in the desert finding an oasis. This image of him forever seared into your mind. Before you have the chance to say something he rips off his shirt and charges towards you planting a heavy kiss on your lips. It's full of lust and just a bit of whiskey. Bourbon you note. He swiftly removes your bra clasp with one hand, the other is down massaging you through the thin lace panties. A moan escapes your mouth before you can stop it. This man has made the past few months of your life an absolute living hell and yet here he is, about to give you all the pleasure in the world.

His calloused hands immediately find your clit like he had a map of your body. You gasp as he rips your panties clean in half and begins to rub between your soaking folds. His other hand finds his belt and rips it off, unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to the floor. You allow yourself a peak down at him and the sheer size of his cock causes you to lose your breath. There is no way that is going to fit. "Don't worry Princess, it'll fit" he chuckles as if reading your mind. He shoves you into the shower and up against the cool tile. The combination of the hot water and his burning touch isn't cooled by the feeling of the shower tile on your back, your whole body is on fire. You close your eyes trying to control the temperature of your body.

Suddenly you feel two fingers inside of your cunt causing you to suck in the steamy shower air. "Fuck" you hiss, the size of his two fingers alone makes you feel full. "You're absolutely soaked Princess" he muses, a smirk tugs on the corner of his lips. Your eyes fly open to and you're about to tell him to take this Princess shit and shove it up his ass when he slides a third finger in, causing every coherent thought to fly out of your head. Your thoughts are consumed with him and only him. "So beautiful" he mutters between heavy breaths.

"Ready Princess?" he asks, flipping you so your face up against the tile. Your brain still a muddy mess all you can do is wiggle your ass towards him in response, which makes him chuckle. "Such a needy girl" he muses. He slides his cock in-between your folds, teasing you as you grind yourself back further into him. He grabs onto the back of your neck to halt your movements as he slowly slides himself into you, "Good girl" he whispers into your ear. He's not even halfway in and you feel so full that you're going to burst. "Shit Simon" you moan, and that does something to him. The sound of his name coming out of your mouth full of lust and not hatred snaps every ounce of self control he has and he thrusts himself all the way into you. You slam your hand against the wall and let out a yelp.

He fucks you slow, methodical, like he's made a plan in his head and has to stick to it. It doesn't take much for the coil in your stomach to begin to tighten, and he can feel it in the fluttering of your walls. "Touch yourself for me Princess" he commands, voice breathless from the feel of you around him. At this point you're too cock dumb to disobey anything he says and you want to cum so badly that your hand darts down and begins slow circles on your clit in time with his thrusts. Seconds later the white hot coil snaps and you cum all over him as he fucks you through your orgasm whispering about how pretty you look taking his cock like this. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this" he growls into your ear.

Once he knows you've cum, his pace picks up. It becomes relentless, harsh almost painful but God does it feel amazing. You've never been fucked like this, never actually cum from being fucked and its got you so stupid. The hand around your neck tightens slightly and you begin to see stars as another orgasm creeps upon you. "Fuck Princess, you're so tight" he moans, and that's it takes for the coil to wind and snap. "Fuck Simon ohmygod" you scream, the pleasure completely blinding you. You hear what sounds like a growl come from his mouth as you feel him cum inside you, cock twitching as it spews his thick seed deep inside your womb. His head rests on your shoulder and you hear the sound of him panting. He flips you back around facing him, he wants to see that cock dumb look on your face. He smiles and kisses you, tongue slipping between your teeth and dancing around the cave of your mouth. He bites your bottom lip with one final harsh kiss and looks you in your eyes and says

"Fuckin' hell Princess, what hav' you done to me?"

[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes- four

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of blood drinking, creepy cab driver

word count: 3.2k

three | masterlist

Tag list: @vickie5446 @cakesandtom @buckybarnessimpp @hidden-treasures21​ @unaxv​ @mal-adaptive-dreams @elizacusi-blog

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

Ping. 

Ping. 

A groan rips through her body as she blindly searches for her phone while it vibrates on the coffee table. Reaching across to the table, her upper half falls off the couch with a thud and another groan (this time one of pain) rings out. The phone ceases its dance on the table when her alarm stops and she just slides off the couch entirely in her sleepy state, laying on the floor in a heap of blankets as she opens her phone. As she guessed there are missed calls and unopened texts from Bucky but the text that isn’t from him stands out. 

Bravery should’ve been her last name for attempting to steal her away for a date the same night that Bucky had one planned. Well key word is had and since it is no longer on the books, accepting an invite from Yelena doesn’t seem like the worst idea she has ever had. A certain recent ex would be the worst idea she’s ever had but that’s a story for another time. At the moment, responding with “sounds good” as she struggles to stand amidst the blankets to get ready for the day are her only tasks in mind. 

Blackbear streams from under the bathroom door along side steam letting her know that Jessica is also getting ready and will probably make them both late if Sunny doesn’t demand she get out right now. 

“Jess!” she calls but gets no response. 

“Jess!” she tries a little louder before pounding in the door, “Jessica Lee Reyes get out of the shower! Other people need hot water too!”

Her laugher overpowers the sound of the water and music as it all comes to an abrupt stop and she swings the door open. 

“Calm your tits. I was literally about to get out,” she says as she slides past Sunny, a fog of steam following after her, “Did Bucky ever stop texting you last night?”

“Uh yeah,” Sunny’s voice is barely audible thanks to the fan but Jessica still hears. 

“Thank god. I almost blocked him for you. I really hate that guys can’t take a hint sometimes.”

“Yelena texted me though. She either is really lucky or knew that I canceled on him because she wants to go out tonight.”

Before she disappears entirely into her room,  Jessica freezes with glee at the mention of the blonde’s name, “Oh she did? And what did you say?” “Yes.”

“Thank Jesus! I’m so glad you’re finally starting to put my hard work to good use.” “Yeah, yeah whatever,” sarcasm is not uncommon with her but it’s extra thick when Jessica is around and even more so when it comes to debating Sunny’s love life. 

“I’m dressing you and you have absolutely no say.”

Sunny chuckles to herself while she strips off to get into the shower. Only god will be able to save her from whatever outfit Jess has in mind for her. 

The moment they had ended their second shift at 6pm, Jessica all but dragged her back to her apartment to get ready for her date with Yelena. She may not have been freaking out about it outwardly, every fiber of her being is on fire with anticipation of what the night has to bring. All Yelena told her was that she’d be there at 7 and that they’d be going out, other than that, she is in the dark and at the mercy of Jessica’s interpretation of ‘going out’. Her definition included putting Sunny in baggy black cargo pants and a black corset because “what’s hotter than the big pants and little top combo?” as she put it. 

“As hot as I might look, do you really think this is appropriate? Going out could mean so many things and wha…”

Jessica presses a finger to her lips, “I know Yelena and when she says going out, she means clubbing so this is… actually maybe you’re right. I think you need a skirt instead, ya know small bottoms, small top is better anyways.”

She leaves Sunny at her vanity staring at her reflection as she searches for that one skirt she swears will be the perfect addition. The woman at the vanity on the other hand, is mentally tearing herself to bits as she inspects every inch of herself that can be seen in the mirror. No matter how hard she tries, Bucky comes flooding back to the forefront of her mind as she looks over the makeup Jessica put on her. It’s simple, bordering the clean girl look and something she isn’t used to seeing staring back at her. It makes her wonder if she had tried harder, would she be getting ready for HIM instead? 

“Oh for the love of god,” she mumbles under her breath. She never even kissed him and this is the hold that he had over her? One close encounter and she’s consumed by him? Shaking her head to shake him from the inside of it, she picks up the lip gloss Jessica used earlier and reapplies it. The shiny gloss catches the vanity light and glitters, cheering her on and boosting her ego. 

“Found it!” Jessica calls from the closet and comes back to her with a pale pink mini skirt, “What do you think?” “I like the pants better.”

“Ugh, you’re boring but have it your way,” she flings the skirt behind her with a chuckle, “You are going to wear heels though.”

“We’re going to a club not to the Met Gala, I’m sure my air jordans will be perfectly fine.”

“Why won’t you let me live through you? I’ve always wanted to go out with Yelena and it’s only fair that I get to style you since I set you two up.”

Sunny whips around to face her, “You dragged me to a party after I said no and then left me alone with a grade A douchebag only to be saved by Yelena. I would, in no way, call that setting us up.”

“I got you there and you met her only because you went so yes, yes I did set you up thank you very much.”

Before Sunny can get a retort back, the front door opens and Yelena’s voice rings out, letting them know she’s here. 

“Do you ever lock you door, Jess? It’s really not safe,” she says, appearing in the doorway and leaning against the frame. 

“I knew you were coming so I left it unlocked.”

“I know you better than that, you forgot but good try,” she chuckles at her failed attempt to cover up the truth before settling her eyes on Sunny, “You look good, голубка. Are you ready?”

She can feel her friend vibrating with excitement from behind her at the nickname and turns to her date, nodding and standing up. It’s the prime opportunity to smack her ass so Jessica takes it as she says, “Good luck. Don’t have too much fun without me!”

She sends her friend a nasty death glare while her date and her laugh manically like little school girls at her expense. Yelena is quick to stifle her laughter with a smirk when Sunny brushes past her on her way out of the room. This is an even better opportunity to look at her ass as she walks away which doesn’t go unnoticed by Jessica. 

“God you’re no better than a man,” she chides while cleaning up the remnants of their get ready session. 

“Says the one who slapped it.”

“Go have fun and don’t bring her back until tomorrow morning,” Jessica sends her a wink as she slides off the frame and goes in search of Sunny who is muttering to herself as she searches for her purse. 

“Looking for this?” 

Quickly looking up, she spots Yelena holding her missing purse with a cat like grin and eyes glittering as they take in every ouch of skin her outfit leaves out. Nodding she takes it from her and slips into her leather jacket, still feeling the heat of her date’s gaze on her. It’ll either make for a torturously long night or a far too quick one if she keeps up the way her green eyes leave chemtrails across her skin. 

Clearing her throat, she says, “I’m ready if you are.”

The smirk doesn’t leave her face when her eyes make their way to Sunny’s, “Of course голубка.”

She offers out her own leather clad arm to her before leaving Jessica’s apartment and lecturing her about never locking her door. 

“The boogieman is going to get you one of these days!” is the last thing Jessica hears while the door is shut and the two woman leave the apartment complex. 

Their walk downstairs and out onto the street is filled with the normal small talk; how was your day, any funny stories, what’s your favorite color, you know the usual things. Sunny wants to ask if she knew about her date with Bucky but bringing up a rival suitor is definitely not the best idea when on a date. If Yelena does know anything about it, she doesn’t give it away and avoids saying his name when talking about her job. Come to think of it, she’s rather vague about her job description in general and only mentions how it’s boring and how she works with her sister, Natasha. It’s a given that she does work in the criminal world to some degree if she knows Bucky well enough to crash one of his homes but Sunny isn’t about to pry that information out of her on the first date. 

The standard creepy cab driver does nothing to assuage the idea that she’s a criminal. His lewd stares and borderline harassing remarks causes her to keep a protective hand on Sunny’s knee. She can see her free hand itch to reach for something hidden under her jacket the entire ride but it never leaves her lap. Several times Yelena had to interrupt him mid-sentence and even threatened to get out without paying if he didn’t keep his mouth shut. She would have or pulled the gun tucked against her side if Sunny hadn’t squeezed her hand to ground her. 

“Don’t. It’s not worth it.”

The murderous glare softened the moment it left the cab driver, “The moment you’re uncomfortable, we’ll get out, okay?”

The nod of confirmation wasn’t enough though for her, “I need you to say it, голубка.”

The air left like it had been sucked out of her lungs with the simple demand but she managed to mutter back “I promise I’ll tell you if I am.”

Satisfaction from both her reaction and her words, she keeps a tight grip on Sunny’s knee and rubs small circles into the inside of it. The simple action is burning through her pant leg, trailing upwards as she has struggles to maintain a calm and collective exterior. 

Once at the club, Yelena tosses the cash at the driver and gives him a side eye deadly enough he keeps his eyes trained in the road in front of him. She makes a mental note of the license plate number to follow up on hum after their date is done. As her sister always said, the scum of this world cannot go unpunished and his time will come. However now is not that time and the woman tugging gently at her hand reminds her of the task at hand; dance the night away with the vision of a woman next to her. 

“What is this place?”

“Oh,” Yelena starts as she leads her towards the entrance of the old brick building, “It’s called Strigoi, a friend of mine owns it.”

“That’s an interesting name,” Sunny muses as she flashes her id and award winning smile to the bouncer before following her inside. 

Anything she might have wanted to say gets stuck when the club’s red lighting bathes over them as well as the interior of it. Unlike most other clubs, the floor has booths scattered throughout with platforms occasionally raising above to provide brave club goers a stage to demonstrate the courage bought by alcohol. The bar is backed by a wall of mirrors while the signature red lights cast a devilish glow on the matching mirror shelves filled with expensive liquor. Beyond everything is the DJ stand where dark synth music streams dramatically from. 

“Who exactly owns this club? A vampire?” Sunny whispers to Yelena, half joking while also hoping her earlier suspicions of Peter aren’t true. 

She doesn’t answer with words but instead with a deep laughter that vibrates into Sunny’s chest as well as they weave through the crowd towards the bar. A familiar voice catches her attentions when Yelena stops at the edge, leaning over to order drinks for him. Only a few seats down is the Peter Parker she’d hoped to never see again with the same girl from the kickback turned party. The red ambience makes it difficult to see much of him but yet there is another flash of something when he smirks down at the party girl. In his hand is a short glass of thick dark liquid and if Sunny didn’t know any better, she’d assume it’s blood. Obviously that’s insane and no one is drinking blood so she tears her stare away and looks to Yelena who’s already looking at her in puzzlement.  His arrogant chuckle draws her attention to him and it clicks; Sunny had spotted him in his natural habit and of course, is confused by it all. 

“I can have him kicked out if you want,” she says while handing Sunny her drink.

“Nah leave him. He’s not worth the hassle.”

“For you, any hassle is worth it.”

“Wow already laying it on thick I see. Think you’re going to get lucky?” she chuckles as she takes a sip of whatever Yelena ordered for her. 

The blonde woman shrugs as she scans her face, “Now that you mention it.”

She rolls her eyes at the suggestion and tugs on her arm to lead them away from the bar. Spotting an empty booth among the crowd of people is no easy feat however it’s not up to Yelena’s standards because she shakes her head and points to an area that’s roped off with even more bouncers guarding it. 

“Did you really think I’d bring you to a club and not sit in the VIP section?” and when she doesn’t answer, she continues with her playful teasing, “Cat got your tongue? It’s okay, голубка, what I have planned doesn’t require any talking.”

Behind the ropes and bouncers, lounges Bucky with Steve and Peggy, short glasses filled with the same thick dark liquid as Peter’s. That intoxicating smell drifts in amongst the waves of other club goers’ smells and has him narrowing his eyes at nothing and everything at the same time, searching for the owner. Peggy whispers something to her husband, red lips mere inches from the shell of his ear. Steve glances to his blue eyed friend and chuckles in agreement with what she said. 

“Find your companion for the night?” he taunts while taking a sip from his glass, the dark liquid leaving a slight film on his tongue. 

“No,” Bucky states plainly as he sets his glass down on the table before them, “She’s here.”

Peggy snorts, “You already have her smell memorized? I see her almost everyday and I barely know it.”

“For the safety of your child, I hope you’re joking,” he says while standing and walking towards the bouncers. 

In his absence, she turns to Steve, “Do you?”

“Have her smell memorized? Only enough to know the difference between the staff though. I wouldn’t give any thought to him right now, he’s all fired up over her, that Lycan woman from last night, and Alix.”

She huffs in response which earns her words of reassurance from him. Meanwhile Bucky is instructing his men to keep a close eye on Yelena and especially Sunny. When he returns to the booth, he doesn’t sit right away and takes his glass from the table. Yelena’s voice echoes past the music and noise of the club, letting him know that he is about to face confrontation no doubt. She spots him before Sunny can and she does what she can to guide her away from that booth much to his dismay and pleasure. Her efforts to distract her fail and Sunny sees Steve, giving him a small smile which falls when Bucky comes into her view. The trio pick up on parts of what she’s whispering angrily to Yelena, “What… he… here? You….me….was going to be….”

Yelena, although, hears every word loud and clear, “What is he doing here? You didn’t tell me he was going to be here.”

“I didn’t know he was there. I’m sorry if it makes this,” she gestures between the two of them, “awkward. We can go somewhere else.”

“No this is ridiculous. He can’t fucking ruin everything,” she runs a hand over her hair and takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry if I made things awkward. It’s just… a little complicated I guess.”

Yelena’s ring filled hand cups the side of her face, tilting her hand to look at her, “Nothing’s changed. Trust me I know how complicated things are when it comes to him but I won’t hold it against you if you don’t against me.”

“Ya know,” she takes a step closer, closing the distance between them, “We could just ignore him. This date is between you and I, he is not involved in any way.”

“I like the sounds of that,” Yelena whispers back as her hand shifts down to cradle her jaw, her thumb ghosting over her glossy bottom lip, “You’re going to get me in trouble if I’m not careful.”

Sunny smirks against her thumb, “Why do you say that?”

“I think you know why,” she leans impossibly closer, “Can I kiss you?” Her eyes flicker down to Yelena’s mauve lips, nodding ever so slightly before they meet in one small kiss only to be drawn back in and devour each other in the middle of a crowded club. 

Having watched the whole exchange, his body tenses as her smell shifts when the kiss deepens. Jealously bubbles in his veins and the only thing stopping him from ripping Yelena to shreds is Steve’s hand on his wrist and Peggy’s reminder that “she is not yours. Stand down.” Rather than give into his animalistic urges to destroy, he settles for his usual scowl, hooded eyes trained on the couple in hopes that he can will them apart and her into his arms. His self control doesn’t last long and he’s marching over to the women in no time. 

“Yelena,” he gives her a curt nod, “Sunny, I need to talk to you.”

Neither is able to protest before he is dragging her towards a closed door hidden from view by more guards until now. Yelena shots Steve a lock of contempt as she approaches their booth, “You two are absolutely no help. Why didn’t either you of stop him?” “Do you really expect me to get in between him and what he wants?” Steve says expectedly as they all know no one is stupid enough to do so. 

“A heads-up would’ve been nice.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time you’re on a date with the woman he’s interested in.”

[wellthebardsdead]

Lucy: *walking along side commander Zhalk as he proudly lines up some of his best men, the cambion visibly confused as his arch duchess stops and asks each of them their names and makes small talk before moving on* Yes. These men will do nicely. Listen up! When you reach the shadow cursed lands, and you will know when you reach them, trust me. Keep your moon lanterns high, guard the tieflings with your life and thus is very important. If you encounter a group called the harpers. Do not kill them! Ask them to guide you to Last light inn. Allow Zevlor or even the children to vouch for your entry if a woman named Jaheira is suspicious. And if you encounter a group of cultists belonging to the absolute. Kill on sight. No mercy. You’ll know them when you see them. But-… if a drider, is amongst them. Capture him unharmed. I need to talk with him. Alright?

The cambions: *nod* Yes your grace!

Lucy: hm, Sczark. Repeat my orders back.

Sczark: *a cambion at the end of the line, smaller than the others but still capable, quickly stands to attention* Moon Lanterns high, protect refugees, spare harpers, get to last light, kill cultists, capture drider.

Lucy: very good. Right, I’m satisfied.

Sczark: *giddly nudges the soldier next to him* she remembered my name!

Lucy: *looks to Zhalk* the cult cam hypnotise targets if they’re not careful. Make sure they’re all prepared.

Zhalk: You needn’t worry my lady. You have my word… *looks to the refugees* this is… a perplexing situation for me, you understand… You are, the polar opposite of Zariel.

Lucy: well I’ll take it as a compliment.

*several days later*

Lucy: *arrives to last light seeing everyone made it alive and safe, her cambions all flying over to greet her and the group, and all immediately drawing their weapons on jaheira as she tangled her in vines* STOP! HALT! YEILD! STAND DOWN! DROP WEAPONS! WHATEVER ELSE JUST DO IT!

Zhalk: *snarls looking equally confused and enraged at jaheira before lowering his sword along with his men*

Lucy: *sighs with relief* you sensed the tadpole right? You have one, in a jar?

Jaheira: indeed I do?… *holds it out watching it squirm*

Lucy: watch… *snaps her fingers blocking the connection*

Jaheira: how did, how did you do that?… it stopped reacting?

Lucy: I can block out the signal for now. Put it to sleep sort of… but I need it if I’m going to get into moonrise. The elderbrain these things are spawning from is there-

???: What in the hells do you think you’re doing?!

???: oh gods let them go right now!

???: they’re the ones who saved us!!

Lucy: *looks up and smiles as tears well in her eyes seeing everybody alive and coming to save them* It’s okay, I’m alright.

Zevlor: she’s the one who saved us and the emerald grove! Her cambions are the ones who brought us here!

Mol: yeah! She saved two of my friends! One from a harpy! And one from a mad druid! Didn’t leave a goblin standing neither! She didn’t make a fuss about thieving either! I pretty much trust her with my life!

Lia: You let her go right now or I’ll take you all on myself!

Rolan: that’s a terrible idea lia but- we are alive because of her… so let her go.

Cal: can everyone please just calm down-

Alfira: Calm down?! This lunatics about to kill our only hope of making it out of here alive!

Lucy: Nobody is killing anybody… not yet at least. There’s a traitor in your numbers and I know who. And I can prove it. With that very tadpole.

Jaheira: … *releases her* Let’s head inside, you’ve earned yourself the benefit of the doubt.

Lucy: *sighs with relief and nods* thank you. Let me check in with everyone and make sure they’re alright and I’ll meet you inside.

Jaheira: very well. *walks off*

Lucy: *watches them go before spotting a very worse for wear cambion amongst the numbers* Sczark? Oh sweetie pie what happened?!

Sczark: *somehow a brighter shade of red than he already is* y-you still remember me your grace?!

Lucy: of course I do what kind of boss would I be if I didn’t remember your names at Lea- oh right- *pulls out the bag of soul coins she’s accumulated, each randomly appearing for every enemy she’s killed and hands a couple to each of the cambions* here your payment- I don’t know the value is that enough?

Zhalk: *staring wide eyed at them in his palm* y-yes your majesty-

[askaalaska-vdeppressed]

I Cannot Breath (So I Must Sing): Prologue

Alastor X Fem Opera Singer Reader

Series Masterlist

(Fair warning before we start, I'm used to writing for fandoms of like 12 to 30 people, so grace my darlings is all I ask)

The rapping on the door woke Alastor out of his daze. An involuntary huff leaving his lips before he beckoned the disrupter into his office. The whole of the radio station knew he was not to be disturbed if the door was closed. Meaning the fool on the other side was either from the outside or stupid.  

“What’s the word Al?”  

Both, Mickey was both stupid and not an employee. He was an unfortunate drinking buddy of his. Alastor would have preferred that he not see Mickey at all, but they were both regulars at the same club, and Alastor was loath to lose his favorite hunting ground.  

“I don't know my good man” The smile on Alastor's face was tight, his movements stiff from being sedentary too long as he stood up, gesturing for the carrot top to sit. ” You’re the one knocking on my office door.”  

 "I know you’re busy, what with the radio show and the radio drama and all that so I’ll keep this brief”  

‘So, God is merciful after all’ he thought . 

“But I think I gotta real good opportunity for you”  

That was another reason Mickey was still around, despite his annoying tendencies and lack of decorum he was a nice guy. Every time Alastor got half a mind to just kill Mickey and pull the nagging thorn of an acquaintance out of his side, he’d hear wind of the great deeds Mickey did for those around him. A tire change in the middle of the night here, escorting a lady home there, getting some poor downtrodden fellow a job. Mickey would give you the shirt off his back and the shoes off his feet. Given he remembered how to untie the laces.  

A true saint of a man, just a little simple.  

Alastor couldn’t fault him for that.  

“An opportunity?” Mickey was always looking out for those he deemed friends, another one of his kind yet annoying traits.  

“Yeah, you know I have that gig down at the theater? I do handyman work for em sometimes. Well for their new production they got this broad all the way from France over here to open it.” Mickey’s right hand gesticulated as he spoke, while he leaned his left arm against Alastor’s desk. 

“Oh I’m aware, the news has been all a flutter over here at the station. Supposedly she’s quite a big deal in Europe.” A flutter was a bit of an understatement, it was all he practically heard about. He was getting damn near sick of hearing about it. He could appreciate a love for the finer arts, but this was getting ridiculous.  

“Yeah so I was working there the other day and I got to fixing the door on her dressing room. It was leaning and ya couldn’t shut it all the way. See they can’t have any windows open back there so the humidity in the summertime does a number on door frame, not to mention the..” 

“Mickey.” The smooth tin in Alastor’s voice was not reflective of his feelings. This was getting rather tedious rather quickly.  

“Right , right , right so anyway we ended up talking while I was there, and she took a liking to me. So I asked her iffin she’d be up for doing an interview and she said sure! So I figured I’d come down and see if you or one of your colleagues would wanna talk to her on air? Since she’s such a big deal and all. Maybe get some new listeners ya know?”  

“Well well, I must say this is a very good opportunity. What have I done to earn such a gracious offer dear friend.” Oh this was too good. Not only had he been given a ratings hit on a golden platter, he would also get the opportunity to rub it in the faces of all those smug self-righteous bastards who’d been blabbering his ears off the past few weeks.  

Mickey had certainly earned himself a drink, next time they were out together. 

“Ahh it’s nothing! You’re my oldest drinking buddy it’s the least I could do for ya. So should I be expecting you or someone else?”  

“I’ll be taking this one on old friend, you went to so much trouble to get it for me after all” Alastor was not liked by most of his colleagues. While he was certain passing the opportunity on would have put him in their good graces, he didn’t much care if they liked him. Considering the shows he was in were the most popular by far, they'd be better off kissing his ass, not the other way around.  

“Eh like I said don't' t mention it, You free tomorrow? “ 

“As a bird” Alastor had a few things he needed to finish tomorrow, but they could either be done tonight or the day after. He’d make time for this. 

“Okay meet me at the theater at 2 “ 

“I’ll see you there”  

[andauril]

Chapter Title: Haunted

Chapter Summary: The party helps to stage a prison escape, but Silaestra can't escape her urges this time. Pairing: Astarion x Female Dark Urge

Summary: When Astarion called Silaestra a "kindred spirit", the first time they met, he could never have known how right he ended up being. Chapter Preview:

“You’re becoming quite adept with your spellwork”, she said instead. The torn page of her journal was still floating in the air between them. “Well, what can I say? I’m a natural, darling.” He smirked; a genuinely pleased smile. “And I have an excellent teacher.” She couldn’t help but return the smile. By the gods, he was gorgeous when he smiled. Truly smiled. It almost made her feel lighter for a moment. “And you’re a good student. When you put your mind to it”, she added. He learned quickly when he actually tried, and didn’t let his frustration or impatience get the better of him. “Please. My mind is always on the task.” The offense in his tone was very obviously feigned. In any other situation, on any other day, it would’ve earned him more than the weak little smile she could muster right now. Astarion tilted his head. “But your mind isn’t, apparently”, he pointed out. He said nothing more than just. Still just waiting for her to elaborate. To talk. Was her silence truly this unusual? She’d come to him in the past … It’d always been so strangely easy to talk to him. Why couldn’t she do so now? Shouldn’t things be easier now, not harder? She drew a shuddering breath and scooted to the side, creating some space for him beside her. “Could you sit with me for a bit? C…” She swallowed. He cocked his head slightly, his features flitting between amusement and worry. “I suppose I can, since you asked me so nicely.” There wasn’t much space for either of them. He was very, very close - the fabric of his shirt brushed up against her bare shoulders, and his scent … Bergamot, Rosemary, a hint of brandy, and just the barest hint of death underneath, but not unpleasant. Not at all. He could smell better … You could turn it putrid, oh so easily, just a stab, a cut, sever his head from his shoulders … It would be such a merciful death. You’d do him a favour. In death, Cazador can never claim him, can never hurt him again. Don’t you want to keep him safe? What better way to show your … Her fingers twitched again. The charcoal stick snapped in half. “Damnit.” “I’d ask if everything is alright, but something tells me I already know the answer.” She was sick. Twisted. Broken. She doubted she’d ever be alright. Sick, twisted, broken things like her didn’t deserve comfort. But Corellon help her - if he hadn’t already turned away from her in disgust -, she wanted it so badly. She felt like she was drowning. “I …” And again, she couldn’t think of what to say, or how to say it. The words died on her tongue. She swallowed. “Can I kiss you?” She needed him. His eyes fell to her lips. “Please do.”

[vileviale]

A Breakdown of Aziraphale’s “I Forgive You” : Some Possible Explanations

What did the “I forgive you” mean? On first watch, it confused and angered me, but now that I’ve had some time to think about it and read other’s takes I think I have a good idea on what Aziraphale meant.

There are a few theories going around, and only a couple I’ve seen that I disagree with, such as Azi forgiving Crowley for being a demon. Sure, Azi wishes Crowley was an angel, but I don’t think that’s what he meant at that moment. Looking at his facial expressions, it’s obvious that he was feeling bitter instead of merciful. And that’s when we usually see Azi forgive others: when he’s hurt but still does his best to be angelic and retain his morals. That’s why I also don’t think Azi was saying “I love you” in that moment either; he does love Crowley, but again he was suppressing a lot of anger so his emotions don’t line up with that theorized thought. What I really think Azi was forgiving Crowley for is three things: turning down his offer to go to Heaven, tempting him with a kiss, and calling Azi an idiot. 

Aziraphale thought he had made the perfect plan: Crowley could get a second chance, they could be together without Heaven and Hell on their tails, and they could help fix the world. Which would be acceptable now! The show implies that Crowley got in trouble for making suggestions on what God should do, but if he was made into an archangel (maybe for the second time? But that’s another theory for another day), he could do basically whatever he wanted. Aziraphale doesn’t understand how toxic Heaven is like Crowley does. Crowley’s fallen from Heaven and he’s seen how the archangels treated Azi when they swapped bodies (remember the “shut your stupid mouth and die already”?). Crowley can’t go back. He will never be an angel. Azi hardly understands this because Crowley has kept him in the dark. Which is understandable, but as you can see has brought up a lot of issues.

Aziraphale is also afraid of being with Crowley but simultaneously wants it more than anything. There’s been this conflict inside of him for centuries between what Heaven wants and what he wants. Executing this plan would bring so much relief for Azi because their love would finally be acceptable in Heaven’s eyes. This would be the perfect happy ending. This is his love confession! What screams love more than “I want to be with you forever. I want to give you a second chance because I see the good in you, even if you don’t. I want everyone to see you as I do. I want you to smile again like you did all those years ago.”?

But that’s all thrown away when Crowley says no. And from Azi’s point of view, Crowley is unnecessarily double-downing on his hate for Heaven. Crowley would throw away their entire relationship just because he has some beef with them? Is he really being that petty and demonic? So, Azi forgives him for ending their relationship like this, because he thinks he has a better idea of what’s best for them. His forgiveness basically boils down to “Fuck, off, I’m right, how dare you leave me on my own.”

The second reason Aziraphale forgave Crowley is because he knew the kiss was a temptation. And, essentially, it was. Crowley at that point would do anything to get his angel to stay, and he knows how much Aziraphale loves earthly pleasures. Remember in season 1 where Crowley convinces Aziraphale to try to stop Armageddon by reminding him of all the things he loves about Earth? His books, tea, food, music, etc. And don’t forget that ox rib scene. If Aziraphale reacted like THAT to an ox rib, then how much more wild is he going to react to a kiss? So sure, Crowley knew what he was doing, but his intentions weren’t as malicious as Aziraphale thought they were. Crowley meant to say “I love you and I can’t bear to see you go. Fuck it if kissing you is what’s going to make you stay then I’ll do it, no matter how much vulnerability I show.” But from Azi’s perspective, Crowley is using his demonic tendencies to manipulate Aziraphale in this “gotcha, I know you can’t leave now” kind of way. So, Aziraphale feels betrayed- just like how Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss- and forgives Crowley for that too. Later on we can see how that kiss finally sets in when Azi touches his lips- but he still knows he has a duty to protect Earth and stick to his plan.

Finally, this point is pretty short, but Crowley called Aziraphale an idiot, and Azi forgave Crowley for that insult.

There is a lot to unpack in Azi’s forgiveness. There’s no guarantee Aziraphale meant any of these things when he forgave Crowley, but from what we can gather we can make some pretty strong assumptions on what he meant. Also, as a quick bonus, the “don’t bother” from Crowley means that he isn’t sorry for his feelings, because that’s what he thinks Aziraphale is saying: that he forgives Crowley for loving him. Also, Crowley thinks he’s unforgivable anyway, so Aziraphale shouldn’t bother with it.

Anyways, I know that was long, and I haven’t nearly said all I wanted to about The Final Fifteen in general, but that’s going to be it for today. If y’all like my takes then let me know and I’ll post some more breakdowns of Good Omens!

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Which members promotions were your favorite so far? Hobi might win for me because that listening party was super fun and Lollapalooza was crazy. Also More sits at the same table as SMFpt2 for me as far as being really shocking and exciting when it dropped!

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Hi Anon!

Nothing beats Yoongi’s D-DAY tour for me. My god what an experience. I was fortunate to attend multiple stops and I still have fever dreams in the middle of the day remembering how hard I was screaming along to Burn It and Huh, how my friend burst into tears during Snooze, how I choked up a bit during Life Goes On and finally lost it on The Last. The encore tours gave me the emotional equivalent of a blood transfusion. Seeing Jimin, Namjoon, and Jungkook on stage in a proper concert setting for the first time in almost a year, was really the best parting gift and I’ll always be grateful to Yoongi for it. I love that man very, very much.

That cute practice session Yoongi did for the ‘I’m so cute’ or whatever challenge with Jimin too, subbing ARMYs with screaming plushies and the live he did reading fan messages teasing us about his seven tattoo… and then that cheeky reveal after the tour ended…

Yoongi gave me everything and more with his album and the tour.

Other members too:

- SeokJin going to Argentina to promote The Astronaut with Coldplay was incredible. The planning and organizing behind that feat couldn’t have been easy but somehow they made it work and LatAm ARMYs were finally able to see at least one Tannie for the first time in a long while. That really was amazing.

- Taehyung’s Tiny Desk performances are 🤌🏽

- I loved how Jimin really thought outside the box with his promotions, choosing to go on many really fun Korean variety shows. These are shows BTS either hadn’t done ever or in something like 5 years. A lot of my K-ARMY friends loved how Jimin seemed to prioritize them fully in ways that hadn’t been done for a while.

- I tried hard to attend Joon’s small concert but work commitments didn’t allow that possibility, but I also really love his promotion choices. My partner (surprisingly) has become a tiny bit obsessed with Joon’s Tiny Desk performance lol, so I suspect Joon has gained a new fan.

- Think I’ve already talked about how Hobipalooza was the concert highlight of 2022 for me. Hobi had such a short time to put everything together, and I’m proud of him for going out of his comfort zone a bit sending out invites and throwing the launch party. I loved seeing him just celebrate his success, seeing the other members chill out and have a good time.

- It was nice seeing that at least one member did not forget Europe exists with their promotions (😭), so I’m glad Jungkook could make the trip over to promote Seven in the UK.

The rapline’s album projects are easily some of the best releases this year in any genre for me. And I’m not even trying to be biased. Corroborated by critics reviews, each album is a solid, cohesive, and cerebrally stimulating piece of art and I’m so proud of them for putting it together. It’s easy to see how BTS has become the biggest band in the world when you have these three men who can stand as respected artists in their own right, being the bedrock of the music created by BTS for the last 10 years.

Jimin’s debut with FACE ended k-pop in 2023. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but the industry as we know it, life as we know it, Jimin as we knew him, ended in March 2023. What Jimin did with Set Me Free Pt 2 still gives me goosebumps when I think about it. That song was a warning shot, a small mercy to the industry to warn them in advance of who Jimin is prepared to become as a solo artist and as Jimin of BTS, and I cannot overstate how excited I am for his next project. FACE as an album is the complete package. His songs are just good. Like, actually good. Good enough to play anywhere and any time. That’s the kind of music Jimin makes. Imagine hearing Face-off in a concert arena… imagine hearing the intro play before he comes on stage. Can you even imagine….

Lol I’m starting to hurt myself with these imagines.

Taehyung’s album too is very good (though these days it only gets plays from me in the evenings). And while Seven isn’t my favorite release, it’s still a well made song that Jungkook of course has done a phenomenal job with. Twice now he’s had to promote it outdoors in very bad weather and he’s kept his vocals stable and well projected. He’s working hard and I’m hoping it translates well into work done for his solo album debut later this year.

I have almost no complaints in the debut solo showcases from all the members, in their promotion styles, and in the overall presentation. These albums were all very decent and respectable first showings from the members of the biggest group in the world. The response from the general public and professional critics has been very favourable, and the fandom has supported each member to be as successful as one would expect for anyone from BTS.

I’m a very happy ARMY in Chapter 2 ^_^

[regulus-blacks-lover]

in for a good crying session so i’d looove to see how prompts 43 & 27 would break me :’) im thinking sirius but whatever sparks the creative juices!! thank you lovely :>

43 “i’m right here. right here with you.” 27 “you had your chance.”

reader x sirius black, 1,152 words warnings: main character death, very sad and angsty, not proofread

prompt list

a/n: oh my god i'm so sorry this turned out so sad?? i had a second idea that's still sad but no death involved if you'd prefer - but i went with the needing to cry type of vibe for now. lmk if you want a redo w these prompts lol

You and Sirius had been living in hiding together for nearly two years, on the run from Voldemort's forces. Despite the danger that lurked around every turn, it wasn't all bad. You found warm places to sleep, and when there was nowhere warm to go, you held onto each other more closely than you already did.

"Do you think things will ever go back to how they used to be?" You asked him one night, both of you laying awake, unable to sleep.

In the darkness, you could just make out the rise and fall of his chest as he contemplated your question. "I'm not sure." He said honestly. "I'd like to think so, I miss our friends, I miss our life... But I'm just not sure."

"I miss our friends too." You whispered.

Beneath the thin blanket, he grasped your hand, threading his warm fingers into your own. "I'm glad you are here with me." He said, bringing your fingers to his lips and pressing a kiss to each one.

"You're not too shabby for an end of the world companion." You said quietly.

A few days later, you were standing guard outside what you hoped was an abandoned house in a muggle neighborhood. Sirius was inside, putting up protective wards around the place. He'd always acted like an idiot at school, but at the end of the day you trusted his protective enchantments much more than your own.

You were allowing yourself to get lost in memories of the days before you'd been on the run, back when you'd had weekly dinners with your friends- back when you and Sirius had dreamed of getting married. Before your dreams became mere survival.

Suddenly you felt it. A chill in the air as all the hair on your body raised. And then he was there. Voldemort, pale and cloaked in a long black robe. He was flanked by two Death Eaters. Behind them floated three ghostly figments. Dementors.

Your stomach filled with lead. You'd barely reached for your wand when it flew out of your hand. The two Death Eaters grabbed you by either arm, dragging you towards Voldemort and the dementors.

You kicked and flailed and pushed against their grasp, but their combined strength was too much for you, especially with the hopeless pull of the dementors in the air.

Voldemort grasped your face, his unnaturally long fingers digging into your skin. "Where is he?"

He didn't have to specify who he was looking for. You already knew. Sirius. His brother, already part of Voldemort's forces. It was rumored that Voldemort longed to have control over both of the Black brothers.

You set your jaw. You wouldn't let Voldemort use you to get to Sirius.

"Where is he?" He asked again. When you still didn't answer, Voldemort sighed theatrically and released his grip on your face. The Death Eaters still held your arms tightly.

"I did try to be civil, Y/N." He said with a sigh. "Do try to remember that."

He nodded at his henchmen and they released you. For a moment, you didn't understand. But the Voldemort was pointing his wand at you and saying, "Crucio."

Your knees buckled and you fell to the pavement, writhing in pain. You fought every instinct telling you to scream or beg for mercy.

"Crucio!" The cold voice came again.

You were on your side now, hands clawing at the pavement as if you could crawl away from the pain he was inflicting on you. Tears flowed down your face and you were panting from the effort to avoid screaming.

The curse came a third time. "Crucio!"

And you couldn't hold back any longer. "Stop! Please stop it!" You screamed.

Your vision was fading in and out as pain continued to rack your body. You heard someone behind you laughing, and then the sound of a scuffle.

And then - your heart lurched. "Stop! Let her go!" Came Sirius's anguished voice. You forced yourself to look up. The Death Eaters had him by the arms. He was fighting them with every ounce of strength he had, and for a moment you thought he'd be able to break free of their grip, but then there came a sharp tug in your hair. Voldemort was pulling you upwards by their grasp your scalp. He forced you to your feet only to press the tip of his wand harshly against your throat.

Your head was forced back so all you could see was the dark sky above, but from the sound of it, Sirius had stopped fighting. "Please. Let her go. I'll do anything." He begged.

"Sirius, Sirius." Voldemort tutted. "I don't plan to ask the world of you. I just need one favor. Consider it an exchange, really. Join me, and I'll let her live. Your brother has disappointed me, see you don't do the same."

"Sirius" You whimpered, Voldemort's wand still against your neck. "Sirius, it's okay." The wand was pressed deeper into your skin as fresh tears began to spill down your face.

"No." You heard him say brokenly. "I can't– I won't–"

"It's okay." You said again.

Voldemort sniffed. "Pathetic. See how little you mean to him? I ask one favor and he can't even do it, even if it would mean saving your precious life."

The pressure at your throat lifted, but your relief was short lived as Voldemort gestured to the dementors. They swooped in on you faster than you would have believed. They were pulling you apart, eating your joy, even before Voldemort stepped away from you.

You were vaguely aware of voices beyond the hurricane of dark and cold that surrounded you.

"Please! Please stop it! I'll do anything, anything you ask!" Sirius's voice was frantic and full of desperation.

"You had your chance to save her, and you didn't. Now you must live with the consequences." Voldemort said.

You were so cold. Your hands had grown numb and your teeth were chattering uncontrollably. You were aware of your body falling to the ground, but you didn't feel the pain as you hit the pavement. And then everything went black.

"I'm right here. Right here with you." A distant voice. Familiar. Sirius. It was Sirius, and it sounded like he was crying. Why was he crying?

You couldn't see him. You couldn't see anything. You were floating away.

A sudden image flashed through your mind; Sirius, holding a broken, limp body. Holding you.

He was cradling your dead body in his arms, whispering over and over "I'm right here. Please don't leave me. Please come back."

But you couldn't. No matter how you tried, you couldn't force that living piece of yourself back into that body.

Cruel laughter sounded, but Sirius didn't pay it any mind. He just kept holding what had once been you.

"I love you." You thought, before every trace of you vanished from existence.

[jugheadvarchoni]

Alright! Riverdale season 2 rewatch is DONE!

Here are some of my thoughts:

This whole season is sooooo teen campy horror and I’m obsessed. I prefer this season over S1 for sure.

TONI FCKING TOPAZ. MY BEST GIRLYYYY. 🥹

The Black Hood is actually such a good villain idc

LOOK. I love FP, but he DID clean up the Blossom’s crime scene, he WAS involved. Whether he was blackmailed or not, he did it. So Betty blackmailing Cheryl by threatening to release the video of Jason’s murder is… very fucked up.

Speaking of Betty… she lowkey annoys me several times throughout this season. She’s such a bad friend 😂

I may be in the minority, but I LOVE all the Serpent drama stuff

Jughead is my extra-brooding broody emo boy this season. Complete with a dramatic ass Bughead breakup lol.

The scene where Fred imagines Archie’s graduation day and says “I didn’t think I’d live to see this day” actually made me cry because Luke Perry passed away before S4 so Fred really didn’t get to see the day…

CHONI CHONI CHONI. Their first meeting, the “you’re sensational” scene at Pop’s, Toni leading the charge to save her, Cheryl (and Jughead) saving Toni from the Ghoulies. Choni’s FIRST KISS. Ughhhh I love my babies so much. 🥰

I was wrong in my S1 post, Alice Cooper is still fcking insufferable this season.

Archie starting a team of teen vigilantes to hunt a serial killer lmfao

Nick St. Clair deserved JAIL. God.

The fact that Kevin has known about the Sisters of Quiet Mercy being an illegal conversion camp for some time and has never done or said anything before, while hooking up with boys from there and being the SON of the sheriff is… concerning.

And then the gang literally does nothing after either

CHONI

VARCHIE. Her being right by his side after Fred was shot, Archie beating the shit out of Nick for hurting her. Their “I LOVE YOU’S”, which was hard for Veronica and caused some tension, but they worked through and came out stronger for it! Dealing with Hiram’s shit lol.

Cheryl Blossom deserved a stint on CW’s Arrow!

Having the Serpent/Ghoulie war off screen was not it… like… that was such a huge point and we saw none of it

Hiram Lodge was a GREAT villain, but at the risk of sounding like a broken record, he was just sooo overused.

Veronica girlbossing & getting ownership of Pop’s because she knows how much it means to people. My girl :’)

FP retiring, making Jughead king, and then Jughead’s first act being inducting Cheryl into the Serpents? Beautiful symmetry that mirrors his own start with the Serpents at the end of S1.

Oh, did I mention CHONI?

The cliffhanger being Archie arrested right after winning the student body election… like goddamn.

I love this fcking season, and idc what anyone else says! It’s better than S1! 💋

[syngigeim]

Day 3 - Tempest

Q’hara’s hair, from his messy hair-do to the tips of his tail, was on end. It. Was. Storming. And he hated stormy weather. If he felt he was able to, he would dive below decks. Find wherever was the quietest. But no. It was time to stay with the other passengers. Which he supposed was fair but-

He heard a groan near him. Wuk Lamat was seasick again and from the sound of it, seemed like she was struggling to keep her lunch down. He nodded to her. In this moment, they were partners. Partners in the struggle of stormy seas.

“How’s your stomach? Feeling better?” Krile asked Wuk Lamat.

“I don’t know...what you mean,” she struggled to say in reply. “I don’t get seasick. I’m just feeling… a little nauseous is all…”

Q’hara was distinctly brought to mind of when he was a child, he would pretend to be a lot braver than he was about storms, because all of the other clansfolk would tease him about it. He sympathised.

“Isn’t that what seasickness is?” Alisaie pointed out.

Q’hara locked eyes with Erenville for just the briefest of moments. He quickly looked down. He knew what was going to come next. He was going to chide him for still being so scared of storms. Thankfully, before Erenville could even say anything, Alphinaud chimed in, questioning about the Viera of Tural. Thank the Twelve. Q’hara exhaled and flexed his fingers. And-

BAM! Suddenly Q’hara was thrown to the side as the ship was tossed by what he hoped was waves. Gods have mercy if a sea-serpent decided to attack now… There was some sort of shouting as the crew frantically tried to shout orders.

And then, Nyemia decided to play a cruel trick on him.

“Come, we should lend what aid we can,” Alphinaud said.

Only a slight groan escaped Q’hara’s lips as he followed everyone else up onto the deck.

Syngigeim slid beside him. “I’m not going to ask for much out of you,” she said. “You can stay near the stairs if you want.”

“No. I need to do my part too.”

“Good, ‘cause I have something in mind…”

When they got to the top, Q’hara found himself braced with fearsome winds and rain, the likes of which he hadn’t really experienced and especially not at sea with the waves bashing what little surface he had this way and that.

Syngigeim clasped a hand on his shoulder. “‘Hara, see those devices?” she said, pointing to an… aetherial converter! He nodded at her, which she returned and then shouted out, “‘Hara! Mariko! You two know what to do with those!”

“Aye aye!” Mariko shouted in affirmation and dashed for a converter on the...port? Starboard? Right side, while Q’hara stumbled over to one on the left, and Syngigeim dashed up and behind. Should he thank the Twelve for Leviathan’s attacks back in the day? No. Likely not. Either way, he helped set up the aetherial converters, his hands only shaking slightly with the sounds of thunder ringing all around.

Just as Syngigeim turned on the aetheric shield, lighting struck it, with Q’hara tensing up once again. He skittered right back to the entrance to below decks, just to see Wuk Lamat fall to her knees unsteadily. Q’hara pulled out his Scholar job stone and quickly summoned out his “fairy”, or rather, Topaz Carbuncle. He could still provide this relief, at the very least, and while hanging near the entrance, he sent out his carbuncle to help heal and steady. It was the very least he could do.

[cyberexo]

Keep it Down! | Park Chanyeol x Fem Reader

“Your head is going to end up on a stick if you don’t shut up!”

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You sighed for the umpteenth time that day, already missing the lonely feeling of having no neighbour for the past couple of months, you'd do anything to go back, but you can't because now you're stuck with a tall empty headed doofus that doesn't know how to keep quiet.

He better thank god we don't share an apartment, I would've killed him a long time ago.

Park Chanyeol, he shared the 5th floor with in your apartment complex, and even though they were two separate apartments, that didn't stop him from making it feel like he was right there, screaming in your ear, making your eardrums feel like they were about to erupt. At first he seemed so sweet and kept to himself, the perfect type of neighbour to accompany yourself with, you were working full time as a nurse and worked long shifts with no mercy from your higher ups, during the day & night- sometimes you would just sleep at the hospital because you had absolutely no time to get home, by the time you would, you'd be lucky to sneak in an hours nap before you'd have to get up again.

The only reason you’re letting him get away with such disturbing buffoonery was because of how nice he was towards you at the start, he knew you were a nurse, always tried his best to keep quiet when he was alone or had friends over whenever you were home, letting them know that a hard working woman was next door trying sleep. And most times they’d be very understanding and stay quiet, they were only loud when you weren’t home, you had a sign up on your door saying you weren’t home in case anyone came knocking.

Of course because you were away too much you could give that idiot the benefit of the doubt that he just got used to you being away. But you should’ve known better, this was just a slick way for him to get you to be fond of him and his ruckus when the time was right, or maybe this was you letting off some steam? either way, you were home now and the no sign on the door was a clear indicator of such.

You sighed, again. Kicking your legs off your bed and sliding on your slippers, not caring to take a look in the mirror before you stomped your way to the door, unlocking it slowly whilst trying to get your thoughts in order. Stepping out into the cold landing that was between your apartments you got closer to his door, listening in to see how many voices you could pick up.

Sounds like it's only him.

You lazily lifted your hand up to knock on his door, but it swung open before you could even make contact with the cold oak wood.

"AH-"

Chanyeol lurched himself back into his apartment, startled by your sudden presence. With his hand on his heart and eyes squeezed shut as he tried to get back up on his feet. "Are you crazy? you almost gave me a heart attack!" he half screamed at you, finally on his feet and standing tall.

“Good! maybe then I wouldn’t have to suffer with this insufferable loudness of you and those speakers that I’m going to break over your big head!” you countered, folding your arms over your chest trying to look intimidating, of course him being the scaredy-cat he was, it worked- at least you think it did.

“I didn’t know you were home-“ “There’s no sign on my door doofus, I AM home. Now please for the last time, keep. It. Down!” and with that you spun back around and zoomed back into your apartment, slamming your door shut and locking it, leaving Chanyeol standing outside looking dumbfounded.

"Wow, she really needs a firework up her ass,"

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Chanyeol made sure to check your door for any sign of you not being in every morning when he'd get up, trying to be considerate of your situation, when he moved into the complex he wasn't all that interested in the residents living in the same building as him, he just wanted more studio space, space for himself and also to be closer to friends & family so it was all convenient for him.

The day he moved in, for once you were home. Helping him move his boxes inside and even made him cookies to make him feel more welcomed, that gesture alone made Chanyeol grow fond of you overnight. It was nice being reminded that there was still hope in humanity and it just so happened to be his neighbour as well. He told you about his plans and why he was moving in here, you reciprocated by telling him where you work and that you may not be home often- making him appreciate your friendly gestures towards him even more.

Sooner or later he'd gotten accustomed to his new home and surroundings, and he'd check for the sign on your door and let his friends know when to keep it quiet. But now you were barely home, and he'd only check the door if he remembers to, 90% you weren't which is why the volumes emitting from his home had gotten nothing but louder. The walls in the complex were far from thin, but they weren't soundproof either.

He thought back on your little outburst just minutes ago, recalling your outfit of the day, clearly you had planned to stay in bed since you rocked up to his door in nothing but your black satin sleep dress and fluffy slippers to match, the way it adorned your curves perfectly. Not to mention that black, was his favourite colour. Chanyeol gulped at the vivid image in his mind, it being a while since he’s seen a woman with so much on display for him, leaving little to the imagination- wait.. you weren’t dressed for him, this was just what you wore around your apartment.

Now that he’s seen you like this, he won’t be able to unsee it. Sorry not sorry that’s just how men are, you were now his interest. He let a mischievous grin paint his pretty face, already thinking of a couple of ideas that wouldn’t appease to no one but himself.

“This is going to be so much fun!”

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