#I am so tired but so.. (incomprehensible sound)

[romans-empire]

Sometimes I would get an intrusive thought about becoming a massive asshole and hurting those I love in several ways and think, "huh, that was very Flowey of me".

[stardustdiiving]

I would read your zhongxiao codependent yuri Like, I do generally picture them as a vaguely father/son dynamic BUT THAT IS NOT CANON. It's just as much fun to view them through a romantic interpretation! Idk why people can't view the same characters in different kinds of relationships without being weird about it.

Anyway I love your vision and would love to hear more about it lakdjs

THANK U SO MUCH Im not sure if I’m gonna write zx in the future since I’ve tended to be shy about posting my stuff relating to them for over a yr now, but I did post this fic with them last year while trying to get a hold on how to write them (mind the tags it’s pure angst omg). I was too shy to tag it as ship since it didn’t feel shippy enough, which is kind of funny to me in hindsight bc I reread it and am like. Man I think only a zx shipper would write this NUFNVJVJV

Post got kind of lot Im gonna go on a tangent about them under the cut

Honestly my theory for why ppl r very set on the father/son interpretation is everyone’s immediate thought on to how to make the power imbalance between them seem less uncomfortable is to apply a parental interpretation to it. Which is fine ofc, I get it, but the way ppl push it as canon a lot kind of grates on me a little bc they’re usually incredibly passive aggressive and pushy even if u clearly designate ur post as ship OTL

Also not really a fan of the characterizations either since ppl tend to treat Xiao like a moody teenager Zhongli has to reel in (this is hilariously reminiscent of the post I made about how ppl handle scaramouche and nahida a bit ago haha). And idk I just feel kind of polarized about the headcanon overall bc I associate it with people being really uncomfortable and frustrating about zx

I just like how there’s sort of an imbalance to them, some zxs like them being more fluffy and functional but I sort of like it where it’s not like, entirely dysfunctional but I’m prioritizing a specific kind of character study over romance. This tends to be how a lot of my ships go ngl I just sometimes enjoy the intensity/intimacy of romantic feelings thrown into the mix if it makes it interesting but I’m not often interested in a lot of my ships following more standard romance plots(?) I guess? Unless it’s specific ones. Which sounds clinical when I put it like that but this is just bc I am very aromantic NHFBVJVJ

When I say codependency in zhongxiao honestly it’s sort of a theoretical(?) codependency—not sure how to word it? I think Xiao would be really fucked up if he didn’t have Zhongli in his life suddenly but I don’t think his relationship with getting attached to people invokes what people would majorly think of when they think of codependency in a ship I suppose. It’s moreso I just feel Xiao could be at his worst with dehumanizing himself in comparison to other people with Zhongli, because said mental state is driven by how he feels about debt, service, and duty which are very closely tied with devotion and how he would feel about someone he considers his god and leader, as well as someone who saved him

It’s fun this is paired with Zhongli who generally knows how to work with Xiao kind of understands the self destructive depth Xiao’s loyalty/devotion comes with. Also fun they have been around each other for a very long time and Xiao as one of the adepti is familiar with the past I think Zhongli appreciates having around. They work but it’s also a case where Zhongli is in such a position of power over Xiao its kind of very delicate situation that’s hard for both of them to navigate. Which is fun to explore. I esp love contrasting it with other Xiao pairings (actually i think i still have that xiaoven fic up on my ao3 where I tried to convey a specific interpretation of them in a similar exploration vein too)

I totally get why people wouldn’t like it (I feel a lot of my opinions on xiao ships just clash with a lot of fandom consensus so bad all the time And it’s just bc I’m like this I’m not even trying to be contrarian or anything. HELDINCJD) but I just tend to handle shipping in a specific way. It’s not I don’t enjoy fluffy or lighthearted zl and xiao stuff I actually enjoy it a lot I just like there being layers. This makes it feel more impactful when I think about how Zhongli looks out for Xiao in canon or how Xiao gets like textually flustered talking to him (lantern rite 2023 was so tailored to my tastes it’s not even funny)

[youryanderedaddy]

Summary: You run into your snobby ex boyfriend after a drunken party. Things go south from there. tw: female reader, hinted murder, possessive behavior, condescension, financial(?) abuse, classism

You know this is a stupid, stupid idea. Going home at God knows what time in the pitch black is never a good idea, you think drowsily, head still spinning from the last beer, but even more so when you're tired, pissed off and tipsy. You're freezing, naked shoulders wet from the chilly midnight rain - but instead of soft damp linden, you smell molden concrete and metal. You fucking hate this city. You hate the stupid, flashy, obnoxious parties for rich people, and this shitty university in the middle of nowhere, and even the scholarship that forced you into close proximity with the freakish upper class of east New Hemptison.

"Baby!" A familiar voice sinks into the muddy darkness and you have to physically restrain yourself from emptying your stomach right there on the street - and knowing your neighbours, you'd have to clean it after too. His steps fasten and soon you feel his hand gripping your shoulder to turn you around. Standing before you, glistening just like some prince from a fairy tale, is everything you despise about this town. The fact that he's perfectly prim and proper despite the pounding rain, that his teeth seem almost pearly white in the dark, that his hair is crisp and slicked away tastefully, that even now he's wearing a fucking Armani shirt with the cheesiest pair of jeans (ones you could never afford) - it makes you want to crawl back to the cave you came from, two continents away, and never look back.

"Baby, where have you been?" He sounds terribly concerned as he pulls your shivering body in for a tight bear hug, running his hands through your absolutely soaked hair - murmuring something incomprehensible to your drunken mind. "I was worried sick, missy." His voice drops slightly, but it's all for show. He's playing the part of the good boyfriend, like always - and you fell for it once, you did, but you know better now. "I called you, like, sixty eight times. And nothing." He swallows, big hands trembling around you. "Just radio silence. I thought something bad happened to y-"

"Oh, f-uucking beat it." Your patience finally snaps and you push him off swiftly, barely contained anger starting to resurface again. Today was supposed to be about you, about healing, about feeling better, but just your luck - the very problem had found you, just like always. No matter where you go, your troubles follow. "You know what you did, asshole. Don't you d-aare play innocent with m-me." You hiss drunkenly, stumbling all over your words before hitting the wall all on your own. Mathew, of course, doesn't waste the oppurtunity to get closer to you - just so he can help you regain your balance, of course. The golden boy of Saint Hemptison would never take advantage of an intoxicated girl - much less his ex girlfriend who he's still hopelessly in love with, supposedly. Right.

"Baby, please, you're drunk - you're not making any sense." The man whispers softly, placing his hand at your hip. "Let's go to the penthouse. We can talk about this in the morning when you are more aware of your thoughts."

When you're more aware of your thoughts? You almost laugh. It's quite bittersweet when it hits you that he doesn't respect you even now - maybe he never has in the duration of your miserable relationshop, that in his eyes you'll always be the poor girl in need of a white knight. Just a little trophy to show off, if a bit broken in certain spots.

"I am not going anywhere with you." You mumble, trying to calm down - to appear cold and collected, the complete opposite of what he wants you to be. "Look, I know that you're mad at me, babygirl, but I'm sure your little temper tantrum can wait until tomorrow. You know I don't like this neighbourhood. Let me take you to a safe place for the night, okay?" He reaches for your hand again, but this time you swat it away in fury.

"Who are you to act so worried about me, huh?" You can hear your voice breaking as the tears prick at your eyes - hot and shameful. Crying in front of him is the last thing you want to do, but god, it's so hard not to when this whole night has been a disaster after a disaster. You're truly at your wits' end. "After what you did? You are truly shameless." You squeal, and admittedly, it feels fucking great to finally say it.

Your former lover's face twists into an unrecognizable grimace as he watches you tear into his heart with ease - and as you turn to leave, he grabs your wrist painfully. This time something is different about his eyes - they're not longer smiling. Now they're two bottomless gray pits devoid of kindness, the same eyes you saw the night of the accident as he caressed your cold cheek with bloody knuckles.

"And what did I do, love? Hm?" He tilts your chin up by squeezing your throat, forcing you to meet his eerie gaze. Suddenly all your tipsy bravado evaporates into thin air. "Please, refresh my memory. I really can't recall the events of the past two weeks - since you've been avoiding me and all..." His fingers dig into your skin and you wince just like a kicked puppy - but he doesn't bulge an inch. Suddenly everything comes flooding back - the touches you convinced yourself were sensual, not possesive, the glances you once thought of as romantic, the constant interrogations, the strange emails, the cryptic calls, the dead roses at your door. "I couldn't sleep - or eat for that matter. I am half a man without you. I lose myself completely."

It all makes sense now. You feel like crying, because it's so crystal clear... and you've been a willing fool. You had closed your eyes, because it was easier to lie than to accept the truth bubbling just under his surface - under the dimples and the smiles, and the hundred jewelry boxes still lying unopened under your bed.

"You - you killed him! You monster!" You gasp, unable to stop your lips from uttering the lethal. You thrash around to no avail, you're stuck. "How could you? Jack was your friend!" You hide your face in the crook of his neck to stop the sobs, too scared to look at the crazed man holding you. He simply rolls his eyes, letting you soak his shirt with your pretty tears. "Don't be so dramatic - it's just some broken bones. He'll be fine... as long as he stays away from my things."

You raise your head shakily - you're drowning between hatred, fear and misery. The adrenaline is making you even more disoriented than the liquor percentage in your bloodstream.

"I am not a fucking thing for you to-" You hiccup, growing woozy as you hit weakly against his chest. The corners of his lips curl up slightly as he chuckles at the pitiful display. "For you to just own!" You keep going, cheeks purple from pent up fury - there's something tearing at your insides like you want to scream, you need it to come out, but you find yourself unable to push it off your flesh like it's been ingrained with glue and a shovel.

"You're wrong, baby. I do own you." Mathew says with the sweetest, softest voice you've heard in your life, sugary and bitter like poisonous honey. "Let's say you want to break up-"

"We already broke u-"

His eyes pierce you mid-sentence. You quickly close your mouth.

"Let's say," He repeats through gritted teeth, holding you so tightly you might just merge into one being. "That you want to break up with me." He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring. "Hypothetically. Then what? You have no place to live. I know you're staying at that shithole of a hotel down the street right now - it's filthier than a brothel, no?"

You want to say something - to argue, to scream. To tell him that he's being a rich, condescending asshole again, that you like the hotel - despite the mold and the cockroaches and the way there never seems to be hot water. Despite having to lock your door four times so you don't get assaulted in your sleep.

You say nothing.

"You don't have to confirm it. My agent tracked you down a week ago. Whatever - you'll run out of money in, approximately, 9 days." He smirks maliciously, with unhidden spite - just like a little devil. "Then what? You don't even have an address. And you know the city hall will take their sweet fucking time to help you register - if they don't make you pay a fine first." He strokes your chin cruelly. "We both know just how much they care about clueless little foreigners with less than a penny to their name." He whispers, twisting the dagger in. "Hell, they may even cut your scholarship. And. then. what." Your ex pronounces each word slowly - making sure you can understand it, feel it - fear it.

You imagine your family back at home. You can hear their voices over the phone, your mom smiling as you tell her about your day, your father asking you what you plan to do after college - whether you will still remember them, whether you'd take care of them once they have nothing left, since you took everything with you. The money, the hopes, the happiness...

"F-fuck you..." You whimper faintly, falling against him. You feel defeated, and the sharp words are all you have left. "Why are you doing this to me?" You mumble to yourself, suddenly feeling drained to the very bone. The man begins stroking your hair as he rocks you gently to the side. "Because I love you." He slowly kisses down your neck. "Because I'm the only one in this city who gives a fuck about you, and-" You can feel his smile against your burning cheek. "Because you're mine."

[chiscaralight]

OH NO I CANT HIDE MY SILLYNESS..

Sleepy sex with Scara (i am not stealing this idea from ur newest post.. what me? Pfft.. never <33)

i see u in my reblogs all the time😭 i’ll also pretend like you didn’t just steal this from my recent.

nsfw scara x reader. modern au, boyfriend!scara, i miss my silly little angry man, this is also short sawry

“you still awake?”

“mhm…”

your hum is low, but it’s enough for him. you’re seated in scara’s lap, practically dozing off as he fucks up slowly into you. one of his arms is securely wrapped around your waist, the second placed loosely on your thigh, drawing incomprehensible shapes into your skin as you him against him in pleasure.

it’s not common to get either of you like this, you so tired and devoid of energy and him so..calm. he’d usually tease you, make you beg, aim to embarrass you just the way he knows you like. but it’s different now. he’s quiet, listening, and just making sure you’re feeling okay while doing as little as possible.

the kisses he's placing on your nape and shoulder are as hot as ever. even with how feather light his touch is, they’re still burning your skin, leaving you whimpering and clamping down on him tighter than before.

and scara can feel your orgasm approaching. you’re getting more restless; you’re panting. he can feel your core tense up, so he’s quick to shush you, telling you to just go ahead, no need for permission. the way he sounds so soft alone has you reeling, and in no time your orgasm is washing over you, arms pressing him into your body hard as he helps you ride out the waves of pleasure.

you’re so spent from doing almost nothing, and your body is already giving out on you. you mumble something about staying in this position, and scara grunts back in response. you can feel his fingers in your hair as you finally drift off, scratching softly at your scalp until the only thing left of your consciousness is your slight grip around his fingers and your soft breaths.

[wolfythewitch]

HADES 2 SPOILERS (possibly).

*falls through the ceiling* hi sorry if this has been asked before but as you are someone who Gets It, and i am a tired classics + theater double major who gets too insane about characters. i am so curious. have you played hades 2 early access yet and what do you think of odysseus’s characterization in it?

Oh haha hello

This is going to sound a bit incomprehensible sorry I am very sleepy

But hmmm I'm. I'm kinda 50/50 on it? It's a very interesting route to take, because their characterization of Odysseus is a man very influenced by the past. He constantly references his history, he brings up men he used to fight with in the war, he still jumps at Doom, he still hears the sirens' song. (Which. Is so interesting to me. Because I love the idea that you never get the song out of your head. I just dislike the particular conversation it was in, but I digress) He admires and tends (?) to Melinoë's garden. He meets at the taverna and tells tall tales. He's very human! I really like that about him.

I just,, kind of dislike where they went specifically with his relationship with Penelope and Telemachus? To have broken up off screen, because Penelope found out about his affairs? Honestly also kind of does Penelope a little dirty too, I doubt she would be ignorant if that were the case. Hades 2 is very much about homecoming, which is probably why it's so saturated with references to the odyssey. Odysseus cited his own family when he tells Melinoë to keep hers in mind in order to urge herself forward. But in another conversation, the only thing he can say about Penelope is that they were cordial? It just feels wrong haha.

Though part of me wants to think it's a sort of way to deflect, if that makes sense? The way he speaks is so winding, it almost feels like a shield. I'm not gonna assume until I get the full game I think, but this might just be wishful thinking on my part.

(also the "weaknesses for goddesses" sure is a way to put it! Wow! But again. Shield perchance, or even just because he doesn't have any other way to describe it)

[bbsmuts]

Midas's Gift ft. Kiss of Life Natty

A/N: This was a request from @dav1233555. No kinky shit here, just a nice, wholesome smut, if such a thing exists. Just as a note, our main character is supposed to be a high-up executive in a successful engineering/engineering company. I don't know how that works, I'm a lawyer. At the request of the pitcher, we'll call him Y/N when we need to, which isn't something I usually do but not a problem. Enjoy!

-상훈

Length: 5.47k

No TWs today you kinky little bastards 😁

Ok, I lied, maybe some light choking/spanking.

Tags: Wholesome-ish, light choking, light spanking, throatfuck

It was a warm, bright kind of morning; the sunlight shone through the gold-colored curtains in Natty's room, making them look a pleasant, shimmery amber, with a beam of it falling over my back. Faint sounds of other apartment residents could be heard from every side I groaned languidly and rolled over onto my back, the warmth streaming through the window felt nice.

To my right, Natty gave a sleepy moan and turned on her side to face me, her arm sliding across my chest. She pulled herself closer to me, and her other hand took hold of my arm, slowly caressing my bicep.

"Good morning oppa," she murmured drowsily in an adorably high-pitched morning voice, hugging me from the side. I opened one eye and smiled at her cute face gazing back at me.

"Sleep well, babe?" I asked, shutting my eye again.

"The best." She yawned. "I was so tired after last night..."

"Yeah, me too." I put my arm around her slim form and pulled her closer. "What time is it?"

I heard the sound of the sheets rustling and then her voice.

"9 am, just about."

I yawned and kept my eyes shut. "Shit, I have to go soon."

She snuggled in close to me, resting her head on my pec. "But not yet." She was quiet for a moment. "Your morning voice is so sexy oppa..."

I chuckled, slowly stroking her hair. "So's yours."

She gave soft purrs at my stroking. "Really?"

I turned onto my side to face her, smiling. "Really."

She giggled and buried her face in my chest. "Oppa I love you."

"Love you too, baby." I planted a kiss on her head, and I could feel her smile against me. My hand dipped lower, slithering down her back and caressing her supple ass cheeks, massaging a quiet moan from her.

"Mmm, you like that baby?"

"Ohh yes...yes I do..."

I pulled her on top of me and she opened her legs, her pussy pressing on me, releasing a rush of blood to my cock and stirring it from its rest. I pulled her head down and kissed her lovingly, and then she pushed herself up and started slowly grinding her hips on me, letting out soft whimpers.

Natty's breath was shaky and her voice needy as she bent down, moaning in my ear.

"O-oppa...I need you..."

"Fuck, baby, I need you too."

I grabbed her hips, guiding my tip to her entrance, and pushed into her slowly. She and I moaned in unison, the sound's volume increasing the deeper I went. I bottomed out after come considerable resistance, and she pushed herself up on my pecs, starting to ride me. Her arms trembled slightly as she moaned, gyrating and bouncing her hips on me and driving me in and out of her. I times thrusts with her bouncing, ramming my cock deeper inside her.

"F-fuck, you're so big oppa! Ohh my god yes, harder!"

My eyebrows contracted as her pussy tightened around me, her walls squeezing and pleasuring me. "Ugh, you're tight babe, so fucking tight, god!" I groaned through gritted teeth. I pulled her close to me and rolled over, lifting her legs into the air and fucking her pussy vigorously, making her moan louder.

"Oh, oh fuck yes, harder, please!" She yelled. "Fucking pound me, that's it, YES!"

I reached around her thighs and squeezed her tits roughly, drawing more cries from her. She moaned out mindless nonsense, incomprehensibly begging for more.

"Fuck, it's so good oppa! So fucking big in me, I'm gonna cum!"

I knew that, and I also knew my own peak was approaching. I gritted my teeth and rammed into her harder, fucking her raw and driving her to her orgasm like a chauffeur in a limo. I hooked her knees over my shoulders and leaned down, keeping up my hard and fast thrusts while whispering in her ear.

"Are you gonna cum for me baby?"

"Yes oppa, I'm so close, don't stop!" She cried into my ear.

I felt her pussy clenching and contracting wildly around me and her shrieks of pleasure increased in volume.

"I'm cumming! Keep fucking me!"

I closed my eyes and kept postponing my hips forward, allowing her cries to envelop my half-vacant brain. I heard her scream and felt a gush of warm juices spray over my abs. Feeling my own pleasure rising to an apex, I buried myself to the hilt inside her and struck gold, also known as her cervix. She gasped at the sudden contact and the deluge of hot seed that was shot deep down her tunnel, triggering her second orgasm. She let out a small "Oh, fuck", not having the breath in her lungs for a loud sound. Then she sucked in a breath and moaned, her voice breaking a bit.

I rolled off her, panting a lot, feeling the blood start to empty from my softening cock. Natty took a minute to recover before speaking.

"That was - fuck, that was amazing."

I turned her head towards mine and kissed her. Then I caught sight of the clock and groaned. "It's 9:15, I really have to get ready and go."

"Aww, okay."

I reluctantly got out of bed and went to the bathroom, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and styled my hair. I got dressed, putting on the suit I had taken off last night after going straight to Natty's place from work. Black blazer and pants, white button-down, blue tie, the obligatory watch, my black shoes, and my favorite lapel pin. Perfection.

I gave Natty one more kiss goodbye, putting all my willpower into resisting the urge her naked body forced on me, then took the elevator down to the ground floor. I got in my car and then drove away, heading towards the office.

After parking my car in the huge building's parking lot, I made my way inside with my briefcase in hand, the usual morning greetings meeting me from all sides.

"Good morning, Mr. L/N."

"Morning, Y/N."

"Looking sharp, Y/N."

Nodding respectfully at all of them, I immediately made a beeline for the coffee bar. "Morning, Min." I said to Minjoon, a coworker and friend of mine, who nodded. I set down my briefcase at the nearest table and filled a cup to the brim, lidded it, and left, heading for the elevator. A short trip later, I arrived on the 15th floor and marched up to the desk of my secretary, who chuckled as I approached, sat down in front of her desk, and set down my briefcase momentarily.

"Busy day for you, I'm afraid, Mr. L/N. Twenty-two calls, what I count to be a few million emails, a stack of paperwork a foot tall, and a very upset client."

I sighed and facepalmed, wishing heartily I could be back with Natty right now. "Jesus Christ, and here I was hoping for an easy day."

She laughed. "Easy day? Good one. The upset client happens to be Mr. Han Jong-min, the manager of a construction site we approved and sponsored, who has found a major issue with the location that was sanctioned for their foundation."

I sat back in the chair and let my head fall back. "Him again? My god, has there been one site we've approved for him that he hasn't deep searched, found a minor problem in, and tried to sue us all for it?"

"I don't believe so, Mr. L/N." Her amused voice said.

I sat back up, exasperated. "What's this major problem he found?"

"I'm not entirely sure of that. You'll have to talk to him."

I sighed again, stood up, and seized my briefcase. "Alright, let me go and placate this penny-pinching bastard. Thanks, Sunhee."

"You're welcome, sir. Have fun."

I snorted as I closed my office door, dropping into my chair with a groan. I could tell today would be quite the stressful day, seeing as I was dealing with that son of a bitch Han Jong-min, who tried to find as many issues as possible with the construction sites I and my associates approved. Almost every single time, they were minor issues that wouldn't affect the buildings being constructed. And every single time, they weren't my fault, they were the inspectors' faults, but it somehow always became my problem.

There was indeed a large stack of paperwork on my desk. A lot of files. I opened and logged into my computer to see an astronomical 267 emails, killing another small part of my brain.

"Jesus fucking Christ, why couldn't today be a chill day..." I opened my Gmail and looked through said emails. Excluding social emails, promotions, and spam, I had 3 legitimate emails to read. One was from a coworker, reminding me about a conference today. Another was from my boss, saying he wanted to talk to me later today, and the other was from Han Jong-min, and just from reading the first few words in the preview I could tell I was in for a hell of a time with him.

...

After sorting out the other two emails, meeting with my boss, participating in the press conference, it was time to sort out the construction site. Unless he had a legitimate issue this time, I was finished fucking around with him.

With a sigh, I picked up my phone and dialed his number. I tapped my fingers on my desk while the line rung, and then he picked up.

"Han Jong-min speaking."

"It's Y/N L/N." I said, trying to remove all the annoyance from my voice. (I think that's how you'd put a full name, I don't know). "I was informed that you wished to speak about a problem on your site?"

"Ah yes, Mr. L/N. My crew have indeed run into a problem while preparing to lay the foundation of the building."

"And what would that be, Mr. Han?"

"There's a large, eroded underground cavity in the southeast corner of the lot, which has now collapsed into a sinkhole, taking one of my men with it!"

I raised my eyebrows. "He's dead?"

"No, he's been hospitalized with a broken arm and a broken hip."

"Well, I'm terribly sorry to hear that." I paused. "Unfortunately, there's very little I can do to help you right now."

"What the hell do you mean, very little? We can't build here!"

"I'm aware of that, Mr. Han. But I'm not in charge of sanctioning new build sites, nor am I allowed to. I suggest you speak with one of my superiors."

He sighed. "Alright. I'm sorry for troubling you again, Y/N."

Mood lightened and exasperation softened, I spoke back. "That's quite alright, not to worry. Good luck, Mr. Han."

"The same to you, Mr. L/N."

I hung up, surprised that we had ended on a good note. I was expecting an argument at the very least. Shrugging, I returned to the stack of paperwork, mentally steeling myself for another few hours of innately mind-murdering busywork.

...

There was a knock at my door about two hours in, and I heard my secretary's voice.

"Mr. L/N?"

"Come in." My voice was a bit hoarse.

She entered the room and walked to my desk, holding a small stack of paper.

"More paperwork, I'm afraid. But not much."

She handed me the papers, which I added to the stack.

"Anything else?" I asked.

"Well, it's getting quite late, Mr. L/N. Would it be possible for me to leave?"

I looked at my watch, and was surprised to see how late it was.

"Damn, is it that time already?" I shook my head in disbelief. "Must have lost track of time. Yes, you can go, I'll be fine here by myself."

She smiled, bowing respectfully and seeing herself out. "Thank you, sir. Have a good night."

"You too, Sunhee."

I smiled myself, her happiness contagious as always. She had been my secretary for a good 8 years, and had not once failed to be of the utmost help when I needed it. So I never missed an opportunity to let her go early, as was the case today.

I finished up the paperwork as quickly as I could, and then had an idea. I picked up my phone once more and dialed Natty's number.

She picked up almost immediately.

"Oppa?"

The sound of her voice after such a long day was like music to my ears.

"Hey, baby." I paused, smiling. "What do you think about dinner together tonight?"

...

I had planned to head straight home to change and get ready, but on my way home I spotted a familiar sign that read "예작쥬얼리" (Yei-Jak Jewelry), and another idea formed in my head.

I parked my car on the side of the street by the shop and stepped out, taking off my sunglasses and walking into the shop. The store's owner, who I knew quite well, was happy to see me back.

"Ah, Mr. L/N. Long time no see."

I chuckled. "Been about three months, hasn't it, Seo-jun?"

"Indeed, about that. What shall it be today, my friend?"

"Hmm..." I looked around at the various options on shelves, in display containers, and inside the glass cabinet in front of me, and decided I'd let him pick. "I'm thinking something gold. Elegant. Robust, but subtle. Maybe inlaid with a stone...something fit for a woman of unrivaled grace and elegance."

"I see." He smiled. "Well, I happen to have a perfect little piece for such a woman...we just got it handmade..." He walked into the back of the shop and brought out a small box, which he opened and took a case out of. It was a velvety, dark blue case with "예작쥬얼리" stamped in gold letters. Upon my opening the box, a light turned on and shone upon an artistic and sophisticated golden necklace, inlaid with a tanzanite pendant, which was surrounded by tiny diamonds.

"Solid 24 carat gold chain with a titanium lobster clasp, one 120 carat kite cut tanzanite stone, and fifteen .25 carat round cut diamonds. All pure and natural materials, hand-crafted in and shipped directly from Florence, Italy."

I nodded approvingly. "Sounds very good. How much?"

"That will be...$1500." He leaned forward. "Don't tell anyone, but it would normally be $1800."

I pulled my wallet out of my jacket pocket, smiling, and took out my card. After he entered the amount, I swiped it and put it back in my wallet. He handed me the box, shutting it, and I stowed my wallet back in the pocket.

"Thanks very much, Seo-jun."

"Anytime, Mr. L/N." He smiled as I saw myself out.

I hopped back in my car and hurried home with the necklace, already beginning to imagine Natty's face when she got it. Just the thought made me happy, and my mind was consumed with thoughts of her as I changed into my best suit.

I fixed my hair, which the wind from my convertible's open roof had messed up, and secured it with gel, touched up the polish on my shoes, straightened my tie, spritzed my favorite cologne on my purse points, and tucked in my pocket square.

Let's do this.

...

I picked Natty up from her apartment at about 6:20 pm, her looking as beautiful as ever. She was wearing a tight black dress that showed just the slightest hint of cleavage and most of her thighs; just enough to leave me wanting more.

I stepped out and took her in my arms, kissing her neck passionately. "Hey, babe." I murmured into her ear, and she buried her face in my jacket, giggling.

"Ooh, you smell good oppa."

I chuckled. "It's Bleu de Chanel. You like it?" (I know I do)

She took a deep inhale before pulling back slightly, smiling up at me. "Yeah, I love that one."

I smiled back, giving her another peck on the lips. "Great, let's go."

I pulled up to the restaurant in my car with the roof down and sunglasses on, despite the fact that it was 6:30 pm and the sun was entirely set.

I stepped out, walked around and helped Natty out, straightened my blazer, and placed my key into the outstretched hand of the valet. He looked fairly excited to drive it, and I smirked at his expression. He stepped into the car and the engine roared at his touch on the pedals.

"Classy ride, sir."

I nodded and chuckled. "Indeed it is. Be careful, it wasn't cheap."

He nodded. "Of course, sir." Then he pulled away, the car's rear headlights blazing. I waited by the

Arm in arm, we walked into the bustling restaurant, the brightly lit sign on the exterior wall shining in my eyes: 중식당

"Reservation for L/N?" I said to the host, who nodded. "Right this way, sir."

We followed him to a small, two-seater table with a white, gold-laced tablecloth and a candle burning low in a fancy golden candlestick. The host nodded at our thanks and then returned to his post. We sat down, and were immediately approached by a waiter.

"Anything to drink, sir? Miss?"

I considered for a moment. "What do you have as far as wine?"

The waiter smiled. "Allow me to get you a menu."

He returned moments later with two meal menus and a small drink menu. Upon opening it, I immediately found my choice: Argiano Brunello di Montalcino, choice from Tuscany.

"The Argiano, please. Yes, the bottle."

"Yes, sir." He bustled off to get the bottle and we were left to each other again.

"So," I said, loosening my tie a bit in the warmth of the building and looking into her eyes, "got any plans for later?"

"Oh, I think I do." She said playfully. "Or should I say...we do."

I smirked. "Funny, I was thinking the same thing."

The waiter came back with the bottle and filled our glasses, leaving it in a bucket of ice.

"A toast?" She suggested, holding up her glass."

"Alright." I sloshed the wine in my glass around and raised it. "Here's to...a long night of pounding you senseless."

She giggled, blushing, and clinked her glass against mine. "Cheers to that, oppa."

We both took a small sip of the fine wine, the fresh initial notes and tart aftertaste making the drink quite the magnificent choice.

"Mm," she said, after setting her glass down. "Good choice, oppa."

"Indeed." I took another small nip of the wine before setting my own glass down and picking up the menu. "Jungsik's choices of entrees are quite nice as well."

The waiter approached once more, this time with a notepad. "Perhaps an appetizer, sir? Miss?"

I reviewed their options, and almost immediately found the choice option.

"The sea urchin bibimbap, please." (Yes, I did look up the menu. You're welcome.)

"Excellent choice, sir. Miss?"

"Kimbap, please."

The waiter nodded. "Yes, miss."

He left with our orders. Surprisingly quickly, in a matter of minutes, he returned with our dishes on a platter, and handed each of them to us respectively. He bowed and left again.

As always, the food was impeccable, and we hadn't even gotten the entrees yet. I was barely paying attention to the food, since my hands were really starting to itch towards the case in my pocket. But I held off on it, knowing I should save it for later.

After a short time, the waiter came back and collected out bowls, ready to take the next order.

I ordered the langoustine (for reference, this is a dish made with Norwegian lobster), and Natty got the duck (self-explanatory). Then we were left alone to our conversation.

The taste of langoustine is incomparable; a juicy, slightly sweet, and a bit creamy fish, it's not quite like anything else, including its Pacific lobster counterparts. The exquisite substance's flavor and juices spread over my tongue, satisfying every receptor cell, quite like Natty's.

Wait, what?

Before I could stop the dirty analogy from blossoming into a fully fledged fantasy, quite the erotic image floated to the surface of my mind. My mind's eye traveled down Natty's naked body, spread eagled on my bed, wet and needy. I dispelled it's fast as I could before I got hard right there in my seat, but I knew that image would become reality soon enough.

"I know what you're thinking about, oppa." Natty said in a playful tone, though it was laced with a faint trace of seduction. "I know that look."

"Oh, do you?" I leaned forward, swallowing my last bite of lobster. I raised my eyebrows and smirked, knowing she was right. "Then tell me."

The flame light from the candle shone and danced on her face and in her eyes, giving them a dark glow as she looked at me. "You're thinking about me." She said in a quiet voice. "Horny, wet, and wanting you really bad. Well guess what, oppa." she continued, inclining her head towards me. "That's me right now."

"Oh really?" My smirk widened. "Better finish up quick then. You get dessert when we get home."

"Looking forward to that, daddy."

We weren't generally a kinky couple, but her words did in fact make my cock twitch a bit. She took care to chew her last bite very slowly; seemingly savoring the taste with relish and puckering her lips a bit with each movement of her jaw. She swallowed very controlledly, giving a small sigh as though of enjoyment, and looked me right in the eye, as though daring me to do something about it, an initiative I was wholeheartedly willing to endorse but unfortunately couldn't, at least not right now.

The waiter came around, seeing that we had finished, and I asked for the bill, which I already knew would be pricey but entirely worth it. I paid the extortionate bill and then we stood to leave. At the door, I decided it was time.

I took the small box out of my pocket while walking behind her. "Natty?"

She turned and looked at me, inclining her head. "Yes?"

"I have something for you."

I opened the box behind my back and then brought it around. She gasped at the sight of it, her hands flying to her mouth. I held it out and open as if I were proposing, and she took it into one hand silently, eyes locked on the pendant and one hand still over her mouth.

"Oppa..." She looked back up at me, eyes wide. "For me?"

I smiled. "Yes, for you."

She was quiet for a short moment and then she sprang towards me and threw her arms around me, beaming and giggling. "Thank you so much oppa! It's beautiful!"

I couldn't help but smile myself at her elation, a sense of happiness filling me as well. She pulled back slightly, absolutely glowing with joy, and then she sprung up on her toes and kissed me, still smiling against my lips. She broke it off and hugged me again, resting her head on my shoulder.

"You're welcome, baby." I said into her ear. "I love you."

"I love you too." Her voice sounded in my ear.

Her eyes were radiant with happiness as she took a step back.

"S-should I put it on?"

"Yes, of course. I didn't get it for nothing, did I?"

She took the necklace out of its case and clasped it around her neck, and the pendant fell and dangled just below her collarbone, making a very nice addition to the black dress.

"How does it look?" She asked, striking a pose.

"Beautiful. You look beautiful."

She beamed once more and hugged me again.

"Let's get on the way, shall we?"

We walked to the car arm-in-arm, and then we started the drive home.

"Oppa," Natty said a minute into the drive, after reverently putting the necklace back in its case. "How much did you pay for this necklace?"

"Uhhhm...let's not get into that." I replied, and we both laughed.

...

I parked my car in my garage and led her inside, and as soon as the door was shut behind me I pushed her against it, and she moaned as I kissed her, hands snaking around her waist and caressing her ass. She slipped her arms around my shoulders and deepened the kiss. I steered the two of us towards the bedroom, shedding my blazer and laying it over the couch as we made our way to the door. Once inside, I loosened my tie while she let her dress slip down over her slender form, revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. I unbuttoned my shirt and stripped it off, and she bit her lip at the sight. She approached and slowly ran her hands over my bare chest, and I made her gasp as I reached down and rubbed her exposed pussy lightly. Her eyebrows arched and her breathing became heavier, a small moan escaping her at my touch. I unbuttoned my pants and rid myself of them and my boxers, and she knelt without hesitation, putting her hair back out of her face.

"Fuck," I groaned, her warm lips sliding smoothly over my tip. Within seconds, she had reached the base, gagging obscenely and sending ripples of pleasure through me. "God, Natty..."

She popped off me and replaced her mouth with her hand. "Mm, you like that oppa?"

She didn't give me time to answer before diving back in. I grabbed her head and pumped my hips forward, thrusting deeper into her throat. She kept a steady and unwavering gaze on me even as she throated me. She have herself no pauses, no breaks, and no mercy, impaling her throat on my cock. I moaned and pulled her deeper, and her eyes rolled back as she choked.

I pulled out of her throat, not wanting to cum too soon, and lifted her onto her feet. She panted for a moment and then laid across the bed, legs spread enticingly. I jumped on that opportunity, and knelt at the edge of the bed. A yelp escaped her lips as I buried my face between her thighs, tonguing her folds with expert finesse. She clutched my head and tugged at my hair gently, moaning and giving small shivers of pleasure as I licked her. I swiped and pressed on her clit with my tongue and circled her entrance with well-practiced ease.

"Oh, oh fuck oppa, it feels so good!" She cried. "Yes, yes, oh god yes, keep going!"

I pushed two fingers into her pussy and pistons my arm back and forth at a very fast pace, grazing her g-spot and making her moan louder, body trembling slightly as she neared her peak. The combination of sensations was quickly driving her to an orgasm.

"I'm gonna c-cum oppa it's too good!" Her whines of pleasure filled my ears, fueling me to go harder, faster. I pumped my fingers into her powerfully, her hands grasping my head crazily and pulling me further in. "G-gonna cum..."

I curled my fingers up into her g-spot and rubbed roughly, which finally did the trick to make her cum. She bucked her hips into my face as she squirted onto me, a gush of liquid spraying over my face and upper chest while she shrieked in pleasure, her hands clutching at the bedsheets.

She fell limp onto the bed again, breathing quickly and shakily as if she'd just run a marathon. I got up, letting her recover for a moment, and then climbed onto the bed.

"Get up."

She obeyed without hesitation, maneuvering onto her hands and knees in front of me, presenting her pussy to be fucked. I moved forward and slid into her tight, wet pussy with a loud groan.

"Mmmph!" She squealed, letting her head fall down so her ass was in the air. A sweet symphony of pleasure began to rise from her as I started slowly, moving my hips back and forth.

"Mmmh yes, that's - fuck..."

Her body pushed back against me, wanting more, and I grabbed her waist and pushed harder, drilling past the resistance and probing deep spots in her.

"Ah...oh god, oh fuck!"

I snapped my hips forward, drawing a cry from her, and picking up my pace, fucking her faster. My first touch on her hypersensitive clit made her gasp, her legs quivering, and then I resumed my earlier fingering of it, all while pounding her intensely.

"Fuck yes, don't stop! It feels so good oppa!"

I slipped my loose tie off my neck and put it around hers, and she gasped sharply as I tightened it and pulled her head back, bringing her torso up as well.

"Mmh yes choke me, pound me harder!"

Her pussy clenched around me and drew a moan from my own mouth, a throaty sound that only served to voice a fraction of the incredibly pleasurable pressure that was being exerted on every millimeter of my shaft.

"You're so big inside me oppa! So good, fuck! You fill me up so good..."

"Fuck!" I pumped harder, giving the tie a small yank, which made her gasp. I slapped her ass hard, making her yelp, and reached around to finger her clit. The blend of sensations and pleasures was rapidly pushing her closer to her climax. Her legs trembled and quivered with each forceful thrust, and her moans started to get louder. I smacked her ass again, and she pushed her hips back against me, meeting my at the apex of my thrusts. Pushing her shoulders down and making her ass stick up, I raised the angle of my movements to go deeper inside her, bottoming out with each stroke.

"Oh god it's so deep, you're so fucking d-deep in me! I'm gonna cum!"

I grunted with the effort of keeping up the strenuous pace, the pleasure starting to overtake me as well. It built, slowly at first but then at an exponential pace.

"God, you're so tight, fuck!"

"F-fuck, I'm cumming..." Natty moaned, voice trailing off in the orgasmic pleasure of her peak. A moment later, her voice erupted in a fresh wail as she reached it. Her juices splattered over my balls and thighs, the sensation proving to be too much for me too.

I buried myself as far as I could go inside her and exploded, groaning loudly as my cum spewed deep into her womb. She moaned again at the sensation and then collapsed, body shaking. I settled next to her, thinking we'd get a quick rest before cleaning up.

...

A while later, I got up and headed to the bathroom. I went to my bathtub and filled it full of hot water and soap bubbles, then went back to the bed and picked Natty up. She was half asleep, but came to full consciousness once I lifted her. I lowered her into the water slowly, and she whimpered quietly at the feeling of the hot water on her hypersensitive pussy. She relaxed and sighed softly once she was submerged, and then I climbed into the tub with her. I moved her in font of me so her back was against my chest, and she rested her head against it languidly, resting in the warmth.

"Thank you oppa."

I reached my arms around her and pulled her closer, kissing her neck lovingly. She moaned softly, hands caressing my thighs.

"You're so beautiful, baby."

She giggled. "So are you."

I chuckled. "I'm beautiful?"

"No." She tilted her head back and planted a kiss on my jaw. "Sexy."

I smirked. "That's more like it."

We sat there soaking in the water for a while more, enjoying being with each other, until I got out, churning the water around loudly, and drained it. It was pretty hard resisting the temptation of fucking her soapy naked body again, but I knew she was tired out for now and wanted to rest. I hoisted her out of the tub and dried us both off, then sat down on the bed with her. She covered the two of us with a blanket and snuggled close to me, looking adorable with her hair all wet.

"Oppa we should watch a movie."

I nodded. "Good idea."

I grabbed the remote from the bedside table and turned on my TV.

"What do you wanna watch babe?"

"I dunno, something...action."

I smiled. "Oh, I have an idea."

Heading over to Netflix, I put on Extraction (this movie is SO GOOD), and settled in for a solid 2 hours of nonstop gunshots , punches, and stabs.

It was going to be a good night.

A/N: Might not be perfect, but as always I'm busy, so I have to do things as quick as I can. I hope you enjoyed!

[natigail]

Dan and Phil share so many hours with each other and yet getting a glimpse of how they communicate when they are apart or just too tired to speak out loud feels like something so special. The fact that it's a series with multiple episodes now, and they openly acknowledge it as tradition is so lovely!

You can hear them in their texts - even as incomprehensible as some of them are - and the vibe of how they exist with each other in that space. On top of that, when they're filming these videos, they share the behind the scenes stories.

What do you mean Dan only talks to Phil on the phone when he's in a taxi and Phil makes up stories rather than having a normal conversation? What do you mean Phil took a photo of sleepy Dan wearing his glasses and then sent it to him randomly? What do you mean Love Game by Lady Gaga is one of their most listened to songs because they play it on a game? What do you mean Phil called his mum for Dan when he got burns in the shower while in Germany? What do you mean Dan sends selfies while across the world? What do you mean Dan's phone number is the one connected to Phil's Deliveroo? What do you mean they use emojis and try to make up the best sounding fake words? What do you mean Dan threatens to kill Phil for forgetting to shut a drawer?

And even with everything listed here, there's still stuff I'm forgetting. There's so much packed into almost every quip, a little window into how they are when they are at ease. At home and with their home person. The easy banter and playful teasing just compliment the vibes while they sit and laugh so loudly at stuff they've already seen before. Because seeing it again together and reminiscing will never not be funny.

I've watched their faces a lot this year with the return of the gaming channel and yet I barely could keep my eyes off them in this video. Several times I would rewind the video to carefully watch an expression again, or simply because I had completely forgotten to look at the text while staring at them.

So much life and love in the way their eyes creases, their smiles flash without abandon and they lean closer and closer to each other. Always in orbit, always tethered. This video was truly a gift and I am so incredibly happy that we got another one, and I hope it does become a tradition that continues for a while longer. Thank you, Dan and Phil!

[dragon-ascent]

Hi! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests.. (if not just ignore it) If you do can I ask for Zhongli waking up reader from their nightmare? Fluff fluff✨

Have a nice dayy

Nightmare

The murky water: thick, stifling, all-consuming. It makes its way past your mouth that gasps for air that never finds its way into your lungs, past your eyes that try and fail to find any beacon of hope.

It's hard to move - you feel heavy, and any swimming expertise you might have fails to rear its head as you flail around in this ocean of black, black darkness. It's like you barely have any control over your body - like a hapless ragdoll, you find yourself at the mercy of the ruthless untamable.

The waves submerge you, hardly having faced a fight. Down into the depths you go, the water pulling your body in different directions. Eerie voices whisper and leer at you as your limbs struggle in one last futile attempt...you're being torn apart...what are the voices saying?

Incomprehensible...

Suffocating...

Paralyzing...

Silencing...

...

"Darling. Darling?"

Oh, so this is what it's like to die. You wake up in heaven with your beloved being the first face you see. Or...no, what happened was-

"Did you have a nightmare?" Zhongli pulls you close without even needing to wait for a response, because he knows. Of course he does.

When you murmur a meek 'yes,' Zhongli kisses your forehead and wipes away tears that you had barely realized were there.

"I'm here, my darling. I'm here now. Nothing shall harm you." He rocks you back and forth at a languid rhythm, stroking your back while he allows you to stew over it quietly. "If you are willing, would you like to tell me about it?"

You drop your tired gaze to the warm, fuzzy blanket covering you both. "It's...it'll sound silly..."

Your husband kisses you again, so tenderly your soul might just melt. "Nothing you say will sound silly, my love. What you have felt in the moment will never be silly."

You find a small smile creeping onto your lips, and so you tell him all about the dark sea, the crushing waves, and the utter helplessness you felt as you slowly drowned.

Zhongli nods solemnly after you finish recounting your nightmare. "Yes, that does sound frightening," he says, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm sorry you had to experience that. I would have been afraid too, had I been in your position."

"You get scared of things, too?"

"Of course, dear. It is one of the factors contributing to my...distaste of seafood." Perhaps it's your imagination, but you can feel him nearly shudder against you.

Your sniffle turns into a soft giggle. "I didn't think of that."

He holds you in silence for a while, punctuating it with gentle kisses and soft whispers of affirmations. The way his arms envelope you is so...comforting, so warm, so protective. You barely register that you're lying back down on your pillow again in a more relaxed position, your tears long dried-up, his arms still wrapped around you with that same protectiveness.

"Shall I give you a nicer dream tonight?" asks Zhongli.

You look into his faintly-glowing eyes. "You can do that?"

"I am an adeptus, after all. Shaping dreams comes second nature, much like sub-space creation."

Smiling softly, thanking all the stars that you found a man like Zhongli, you say, "Yeah. I'd like that."

He caresses your cheek. "Tell me. What shall I have you dream of?"

You don't even hesitate. "You and me, stargazing atop a hill. We would even catch colorful falling stars, because we'd be so high up and super close to the sky." You blush, feeling a little silly for saying it now.

But Zhongli had already made it clear nothing you say earnestly would be silly. "A fine dream," he murmurs, "one I would love to share with you. Now close your eyes, darling, and I promise to meet you there atop that hill where we can catch the stars together."

The God of Contracts never goes back on his word - when your eyes close you find yourself lulled into an easy slumber; and when the initial shroud of black gives way, there stands your husband under a zoetrope of dancing stars, with a smile as warm as the spring sun.

He beckons, and you happily approach.

Finally getting around to requests! Please feel free to drop anything in my inbox, Zhongli-centric of course, and I'll be more than happy to whip something up~

[httpkaulitz]

could you write a fluff where the reader and Tom get into a fight and then he goes out and late he arrives drunk and she takes care of him? I love your write pookie <3

Drunk

PAIRINGS: Tom x Female reader

CONTENT: Fluff

SYNOPSIS: You take care of drunk Tom.

WARNINGS: none

You stared at the page of the book without actually reading the words. It had been hours since everything had happened, but the thoughts and memories still continued to run through your mind like a movie. You wanted to say that you weren't sad and that you hadn't cried, but you would be lying.

You and Tom always argued like every couple, and you always made up soon after. But this time was different. You exchanged very harsh words and you were both too hurt to try to understand each other.

Tom had left, slamming the door loudly after looking at you hurt.

You woke up to your cell phone ringing non-stop. Tom wasn't home yet so you decided to go to bed early to avoid any future arguments. You opened your eyes slowly, reached out clumsily to grab your cell phone from the bedside.

"Gustav? Did something happen?" You asked worriedly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You looked at the clock on the bedside and the red light was flashing 2:27 in the morning. Gustav would never call at this hour.

"Yes... can you open the door for me?" He sighed looking tired.

"I am going." You got out of bed and walked towards the door, stumbling a little on the way because of your sleep. You opened the door and Gustav had Tom leaning on his shoulder.

"My God what happened?" You quickly ran over to him helping him carry Tom to the couch.

"I don't know. He called me and I found him like this. It seems like he spent the day drinking, so the fight must have been for some stupid reason." Gustav said trying to make everything sound less than it really was. He knew you well enough to know that you wouldn't like the situation at all.

"Hey, you said you weren't going to bring me here." Tom mumbled in a slurred voice. Anyone could see that he was completely drunk.

"You, quiet." You said angrily pointing your finger at Tom's face.

"Don't point fingers at me. You shouldn't even open the door dressed like that." He shouted, blatantly looking at your body, smiling.

You were so worried about the possibility that something serious had happened to your friend that you didn't even bother to change your clothes. The nightgown was a completely short blue dress and showed more than it should. You just rolled your eyes and turned your attention to Gustav.

"Sorry, you didn't need to waste your time bringing this idiot. You could have left him on the street." You said taking Gustav to the door. He looked at you with a warning look even though he knew you weren't serious.

"I know... it's just that I had a very long day, which apparently isn't over." You look at the sofa and see Tom try to get up, grimace in pain and fall back into his seat.

"Do you need help with him?" Gustav asked worriedly.

"No, you've already helped enough." You almost laughed at your friend's relieved expression. "You can take his car, you won't walk home because of a drunk." You shouted the last part so Tom could hear and he mumbled a bunch of incomprehensible things making Gustav laugh.

"Thanks, don't be too hard on him. Good night." He hugged you, already heading towards the exit.

"Don't defend him." You complained, moving away from Gustav who laughed in his face. "Good night, be careful on your way home."

You took a deep breath and walked over to the couch. Tom was still the same way you and Gustav had left him, he tried to get up a few times, but gave up when he realized he couldn't do it alone.

"Let's go." You said more to yourself than to Tom. You pulled him by his arms, helping him get up, put one of his arms around your neck and started walking towards the bedroom.

"Okay, just a little more." You whispered with difficulty as you lost your balance and hit one of the walls in the hallway.

When you arrived in the room, you let go of Tom, who fell back onto the bed, pulling you with him. He leaned up trying to kiss you but you pulled away.

"Stop it, Tom." You said pushing him away.

Tom held you against him until you stopped trying to get away. "You look really pretty dressed like that." He said, lowering one of the straps of the nightgown and letting it hang on your shoulder.

"And you're really drunk." You looked at Tom, he had the same wolfish smile, but his mouth was swollen and a large purple spot was starting to form in the corner. You let go of his arms, finally managing to stand.

''You would look prettier without any clothes on.'' Tom whispered, sitting up and trying to grab you by the waist.

''Tom, stop it. Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed.'' You pushed his hands away, taking a deep breath. You were still upset about the fight earlier, but there was no point talking about it now.

''That's what I'm talking about.'' He said, laughing and tugging at the hem of his nightgown.

You rolled your eyes, slapping Tom's hand away. You rested your knee on the mattress and pulled Tom's shirt over his head.

''Don't even think about sleeping until I'm done.'' You mumbled, noticing his sleepy state.

''I'm not sleepy.'' He replied, with a drunken wave.

You unbuckled his belt with a quick movement. ''You're good at that.'' He said smiling, Tom raised his head to look at you who was completely serious and focused on your work.

''Shut up.'' You said irritably, unbuttoning his jeans and moving them down his legs. You threw it to the ground and stood with your hands on your hips, breathing heavily.

''Come on.'' You pulled his hands trying to lift him up.

''Where are we going?'' He asked confused.

'No way you're going to sleep next to me stinking of alcohol.'' Tom just grumbled in response without wanting to get out of bed.

''Come on, Tom.'' You sighed, dragging him to the bathroom.

He grumbled again, doing nothing to help. In the best case scenario, he ended up putting more weight on you.

''Stay here, I'll turn on the shower.'' You said, placing Tom on the toilet.

You turned on the shower, changed it from hot to cold and waited for the water to change temperature. You felt Tom wrap his arms around your waist and press your body against his.

''Can't you stay quiet even when you're falling down drunk?'' You asked, not expecting an answer.

''Are you still mad at me?'' Tom asked when you moved his arms away from your waist.

''You hate me now.'' Tom said in his drunken state pouting.

''I'm sure I don't hate you.'' You said laughing and turning to look at Tom, he had taken off his underwear and was now completely naked. You quickly looked up at Tom's face, which was smiling smugly.

''Don't pretend you don't like what you see.'' He smiled, naughty. You smiled and pushed Tom under the shower.

He grunted when he felt the cold water and tried to get out, but you pushed him back under the water.

''It's cold.'' He complained.

''This will help with your drunkenness, and you'll thank me tomorrow.'' After a while more listening to Tom complain about the cold water, and other things that you didn't understand because he spoke so quietly. You turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist.

''I'm not sleepy.'' Tom complained as you put him in bed and covered him with the duvet.

''Tom please, it's early in the morning and today was very stressful, just be quiet, okay?'' You asked softly, walking away towards the hallway, but Tom held your hand and pulled you back.

''Will you sleep here with me?'' He asked sleepily, already snuggling into the soft covers. There were few times that you slept apart after a fight.

''Do you think I would not sleeping in my comfortable bed because of you?'' You raised an eyebrow seeing Tom smile at your sarcastic tone.

''Smart girl.'' He whispered letting go of your hand.

You walked to the living room to get your cell phone, Gustav had left messages saying he had arrived home safe.

You looked at the time on your cell phone screen 03:15am. You was exhausted, confused and stressed. You walked back to the room and found Tom already asleep. His body was sprawled out on the bed, his head tilted to the side and from the messy state of the bed you knew he had moved a lot until he found a comfortable position.

The duvet had come down leaving his body exposed, the light coming in through the window was enough for you to enjoy the view of his subtle and completely perfect muscles. You felt your face heat up and you knew you were blushing, when your eyes traveled further down his torso, following the trail, eagerly, as if it were a map that would lead you to the pot of gold.

''Stop it, you're still mad at him.'' You whispered to yourself pushing away your lewd thoughts. You put the cell phone on the bed, and pulled the blanket covering Tom's body.

As soon as you lay down next to him, he brought his body closer to yours, hugging you around your waist. You smiled as you watched him sleep peacefully. You guys would be fine.

[yunarim]

── ⋅⋅⋅ I'll show you little by little every day, I'll be a little closer tomorrow ♡

he discovers you sleeping and covers you with a blanket, but you assume it was someone else!

♡ characters : third-years ♡ tags : gn reader, fluff ♡ song to listen to : joy (red velvet) - day by day

─ ⊹ Cater Diamond ♡₊

Cater found you sleeping under the tree, apparently you were tired from helping him painting roses for the upcoming unbirthday party. 

Actually he had no problem at all, given he was managing the task all by himself, but you were so cute, asking him whether you could be of help. 

His heart melted when your expression turned softer than it was when he covered you with a blanket.

Next day you’ve visited Heartslabyul once again, and Cater noticed you having fun with your first-year friends and convincing Riddle you weren’t causing any trouble.

You waved to him, your smile incredibly cheerful and beautiful as always. 

“Yo, Prefect~ How’s your mood today?”

“I’m okay, thanks for asking! I thought I’d catch a cold, but I’m fine thanks to Riddle!”

He blinked once. Then twice. 

Uhm say what again? You haven't seen Riddle for a week for sure, just how would he help you-

Riddle turned to you two, hearing your sudden statement.

“How come?” dorm leader asked you, an undisguised incomprehension on his face.

“Oh?..” you frowned. “You covered me with a blanket yesterday!” 

Cater laughed nervously, rubbing his temple with his finger and pointed at himself.

“Ngl I feel kinda friendzoned, but actually it was me~”

You can almost physically feel how his heart shuttered for a moment, but you’re quick to apologize. 

“I’m so sorry, I genuinely thought…” you muttered, frowning.  “Aw, Prefect, no need to be sorry! It was a misunderstanding, right? Let’s go grab something to drink!”

He took your hand in his, making you follow him into the Heartslabyul hall, but you tugged on his sleeve, causing him to stop for a moment. He observed how cutely you pouted.

“You’re actually upset, am I right? And that ‘friendzone’ you’ve mentioned, too…”

“Ouch, caught red-handed, haha. No worries, it’s oka-”

You interrupt him with a gentle hug, not even slightly noticing his subtle breath hitching, his phone almost dropping from his grip. He was upset, truly, but with a sweet smile he swat all that irrelevant thoughts away, patting your head and pulling you a little bit closer.

─ ⊹ Trey Clover ♡₊

Discovered you sleeping in the auditorium when he was passing by. 

Apparently, you were tired with managing ADeuce and Grim antics, and Trey knew how much energy you always put in your responsibilities. 

“Oh, what do I do with you…” he bent over the desk you were sleeping at and fixed the lock of your hair, smiling softly at you. 

He then brought you a blanket from home science class and covered you with it, slight pink dust covering his cheeks at the sight of you sleeping so peacefully.

Next day he spotted you talking to professor Crewel and approached you just when you'd finished talking.

“Good morning, Prefect. Where are you going?”

“Morning, Trey!” you greeted him with a smile. “Professor Crewel asked me to bring some books from the library.”

“Care to walk together? I was about to head to the library too.”

“Sure, let’s go! 

After you’ve gathered all the things you needed, you two headed back, but took another route, by taking which you stumbled on the auditorium where you’ve fallen asleep yesterday, and you noticed how the blanket someone covered you with yesterday was still laying folded on the desk. 

“Oh, wait a second, I’ll grab that blanket, I need to return it to Deuce.”

Trey furrowed his brows, taking a closer look at the blanket you’ve collected. 

No doubt, it was that one blanket he covered you with yesterday. 

He felt how the disappointment filled his heart, making him sound a little bit prejudiced. 

“Deuce? Why?”

“Oh, he covered me with this blanket yesterday! I fell asleep while waiting for him, he was writing an explanatory letter of sorts…” 

“Hm, was it really him?”

You turned to him, noticing his face expression and how visibly disappointed he was. A hint of blush covered your cheeks and you laughed out of embarrassment. 

“Actually I thought Deuce was out of character for a moment, but I couldn’t even imagine it was you… Thank you!” Your beaming smile caused Trey to frown but smile with a loving gaze in response, and the next second you handed the blanket to him, he accepted it, covering your hands with his and lingered his gaze on your eyes for a little longer than just a friend would.

“Next time I’ll make sure you know it was me.”

─ ⊹ Leona Kingscholar ♡₊

Oi, herbivore… Just how reckless of you to fall asleep on his territory completely uncovered?

You are so defenseless, sleeping in the botanical garden like that.

Maybe if Ruggie found him looking at you way longer than it considered normal, he would claim Leona’s gone insane out of love.

Seriously, herbivore, do you just have to be so stupidly angelic? 

Good thing it was he who discovered you sleeping on the grass and enjoying a warm, somnolent atmosphere lingered in the garden. 

Took the blanket Ruggie advised him to use to sleep on sometimes after other students watered flowers and the ground was still moist.

He hesitated for a mere second, appreciating the way you smiled through your sleep at how gentle the sun rays were piercing through the greenhouse glass. 

Covered you with a blanket and couldn’t resist the urge to caress your cheek, to which you reacted pretty much funny.

You leaned to him, murmuring something incoherent, and Leona cleared his throat just to avoid embarrassment in case Ruggie comes in.

Sevens, do you just need to be so vulnerable in front of him?

Next day it was you who found him lying on the grass as you were watering flowers.

“Good afternoon!” You greeted him, lifting the watering can just enough to not pour a few drops on Leona. “Oh, actually, I have a question to ask.”

“No asking how was my day, hm? When did you become so cold toward me, herbivore?”

“Hm, you’re the one to talk!” You hummed. “Anyway, do you know where Ruggie is?”

“What on earth do you need from him?”

“He covered me with a blanket when I fell asleep here. I thought it would be nice if I could give him something in return for being nice to me.”

“Sevens, herbivore, really? Him?”

You put the watering can on the ground and squatted down, moving closer to Leona and pouting. 

“What’s wrong!” You exclaimed and let out a little squeak when Leona pulled you closer to him, making you lay down beside him, his tail resting on your leg and flapping on it. “H-hey-”

“Never gonna cover you with a blanket again if you can’t recognize who it was, herbivore.”

You blushed and looked straight at him, noticing his grin at your sudden realization. You averted your gaze, curving up corners of your lips and giggled.

Maybe he’ll reconsider his decision depending on whether you lean to him a little closer or not. 

─ ⊹ Vil Schoenheit ♡₊

You and Rook were helping Vil with his club activities, which acquired carrying out things here and there mostly.

By the time you’ve finished you headed out to the staff room to pick up your belongings and then return to Ramshackle.

Actually, the armchair in the dressing room covered with some clothes turned out to be so alluringly comfortable and cozy that you couldn’t resist and decided to take a breath.

It was nearly 10 pm when Vil realized he forgot something in the staff room and discovered you, lying in clothes and things like a little kid surrounded by plushies.

Seriously, potato, only you could look so incredibly cute in such a mess. 

He picked you up in his arms, carried you to the sofa and covered you with a blanket.

He couldn’t afford carrying you to Ramshackle in such a state, so he made sure there was a glass of water standing on the table and skin care products made by him were there too, so you could use those when you wake up.

Next day you came to Pomefiore accompanied by Epel, who was discussing yesterday’s events with you.

“I wonder who it was…” you pressed a finger to your lips, sinking deeper into your thoughts.

“So it’s whether Rook or Vil,” Epel said.

Neither you nor Epel noticed how Vil was approaching you two from behind and deciding to walk a little slower after hearing his name. He had no intention of eavesdropping, but a sudden curiosity hit him. 

No way you would be that dense to not to guess that it was him who took care of you-

“Knowing Vil’s strict schedule I bet it was Rook!” you exclaimed, leaving Vil completely dumbfounded. “I mean, I fell asleep around 10 pm, I assume it was too late for Vil to be out of his room…”

“Never knew you have a habit of speaking nonsense, potato.”

You turned to him, surprised by his sudden appearance. Epel was fast to storm out of the hall, leaving you two all alone.  “I’m sorry for talking behind your back…”

“Potato, never avert your gaze like that from me. Head straight, chin up. Yes, like that.” Vil grinned at how fast you were to do as he said, so he put his hands on your shoulders, encouraging you to relax a little and not be so tense. He leaned closer, noticing how you completely ignore skin care products he left just for you and sighed. 

“Potato, come here. I’ll do your makeup today, but under one condition.”

“O-oh, yes?..” You stuttered, your cheeks growing warm with every second. 

“Sleep in your room next time.”

─ ⊹ Rook Hunt ♡₊

Just how marvelous you are, little trickster! 

He discovered you reading a book under the tree in the area which wasn’t really popular among students due to its emptiness, but you found it calming and peaceful to recollect your thoughts and to relax a little.

He was observing college territory as he usually was at that time, starting in the afternoon and taking one last stroll when a dahlia-copper sunset descended on the campus, coloring it into sweet orange shades.

You appeared as you dropped the book on your knees, your head was leaning against a tree trunk, shadows of variously shaped leaves formed a delicate pattern on your face, and through them warm, ardent red sunset rays glided over your skin.

Rook landed from the tree near you silently, as if he was a nimble cat.

Your gentle features cupped with sunset rays made his heart skip a beat, and he appreciated how vulnerably you looked. 

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, pulling a blanket out of his bag and covering you with it, making sure you’re comfortable enough to not to hurt your neck in this position.

Next day you were talking to Grim, discussing yesterday’s occurrence and taking a guess on whoever covered you with a blanket.

“You stupid henchman, sure thing it was Vil!”

“Why do you think so?” You genuinely asked, trying to sound reasonable. “Well, I know I fell asleep near Pomefiore, but… maybe it was Epel.”

“Mnyah?!” Grim jolted in your hands. “Jeez, how stupid you are! Why’d he do it for ya?”

“Maybe because I saved his ass that time he was trying to escape Vil’s extra classes?”

“Or maybe it was my beloved little trickster’s ange gardien?”

You jumped on the spot, Grim somehow predicting this kind of situation and escaping your hands, landing on the grass near you. You turned to see Rook smiling gently at you and offering you a gloved hand. You were too startled to figure out what was the meaning of that, but took the hand nevertheless. He pressed a small kiss on your knuckles, looking straight at you and grinning through the little kiss, the feeling of his lips still lingering on your skin.

─ ⊹ Idia Shroud ♡₊

He swears, the one time he actually has to attend classes in person turns out to be the one he also has to be paired with you. 

There’s nothing wrong with you, but it’s about him. He’s too nervous to even look at what you’re handing out to him during a potionology class.

So he proceeds to quickly add the potion you’ve handed out and mix it with something boiling in the cauldron. 

“I-idia!!” You exclaim, finally managing to make him at least glance at you. “I asked if this was the right thing or not!”

“W-wha?! Wait, what did you give me just now?!”

“H-here!” You gave him an empty bottle and he looked at the tag attached to it, facepalming himself. 

“Shit, wrong one…”

“And that means?.. Ah… Oh…”

“Hey, what’s with y-you?..”

You felt a sudden dizziness after inhaling the fumes of the potion, and suddenly collapsed on the floor, snoring heavily. Professor Crewel sighed tiredly and demanded Idia to take you to the infirmary, since the brew you prepared did not pose any threat to life. 

That's what he was thinking about!! Carrying you through the halls when the infirmary was in another wing?! 

Hell no he wasn’t going to do that-

He thought twice after receiving a heavy discerning Crewel's gaze and hearing him almost yell to get himself together and take you to the infirmary already.

He almost dropped you on the bed and realized there was no nurse around.

Shit, today was his worst day in his whole lifetime. 

He covered you with a blanket and stormed out of the room, leaving a small note with a quick summary of what happened in case the nurse came back.

A few hours after sleeping you got up and was quick to inform Idia you were fine as the only thing you remember was Idia’s face full of horror and worry before you've fainted.

“Can’t imagine professor Crewel covered me with a blanket tho”

“HUH?!”

You almost dropped your phone because of the amount of messages filled with furious emojis. Why was Idia reacting this way…��

“Bro, you good?” You typed. 

“As if. He made me carry you to the infirmary and discover there was no one aside from us just for you to assume it was him who took care of you?”

Good thing you couldn’t stutter through the text. The sudden realization at how sweet Idia was, covering you with a blanket and making sure you’re not alone at least for some time… With a sweet childlike smile plastered on your face you typed an answer.

“Thank you ♡”

─ ⊹ Malleus Draconia ♡₊

The nights at Ramshackle garden are always chilly. 

You noticed it right when you and Malleus took your usual stroll, discussing sweet nothings.

He was enchanted to just hear you speak, your little stories always filling him with a warm feeling spreading in his chest.

He felt an inexplicable warmth in his chest, as if he was feverish just from how charmingly your lips moved when you told how you enjoyed appreciating nature in your world.

He could feel his heart beating rapidly, pumping blood through his vessels and forcing him to feel his cheeks growing warm when you said you are glad to spend time with him, walking in the garden like that.

Yes, that was the first night you thought it was chilly, despite Malleus unable to control how warm he was feeling beside you.

Your gaze filled with genuine love and care lingered on him when he was telling you something about himself, not limited by anything or someone else's prejudiced attitude towards him.

It was just you, shivering a little and enjoying his somnolent deep voice, lulling you to sleep.

Malleus smiled at you, your head suddenly on his shoulder. 

He scooped you up in his arms, gently pulling you closer, and carried you to the Ramshackle, covering you with a blanket and caressing your cheek before dissolving into flashes of green.

Next evening you spotted neon green sparkles and greeted Malleus, him appearing beside you.

“Hello,” you smiled. “Thank you for making sure ghosts took me over to Ramshackle yesterday! I didn’t know they’re strong enough to carry a human body.”

“Child of man…”

“Yes?” You turned to him, noticing his pout and approached him. “Why are you upset, Tsunotarou? Did I do something wrong?..”

“Nothing beside mistaken my guilelessness towards you for ghosts’ sincerity. “

“Oh…” You smiled gently at him, fearlessly pulling him towards you and embracing him, meeting his absolutely lovesick gaze and feeling sudden warmth spreading in your chest. “Would you find this hug sufficient to make this up?”

“Maybe a little bit longer, if you will, child of man.”

With that you buried your face in his chest, enjoying how right and pertinent you were feeling in his arms, smiling to yourself and wishing this night to never end.

─ ⊹ Lilia Vanrouge ♡₊

You were always an honored guest at Light Music Club’s gatherings. 

Lilia would often find you studying at the library and float midair in front of you, chuckling and inviting you over to the music room. 

So you did just that for once. Then twice. Starting from twice you’ve realized you’re always finding your ways at the music room, your beloved trio ready to spoil you with sweets and juicy stories. 

Today was so fun and exciting, the boys demonstrated their new song to you, suggesting you to be their main vocalist and you giggling at the thought. 

Today’s playlist they performed was quite nice and peaceful to that extent you found yourself relaxing and falling asleep quickly. 

Kalim was giggling and trying to not to wake you up while Cater was quick to tweet about you enjoying ballads so much you ended up asleep. 

Lilia looked at you with pure adoration plastered on his face, his fingers caressing your cheeks and fixing your hair gently.

Kalim almost squeaked at how lovely you two were. 

Lilia found a cute blanket Kalim once brought here and asked him whether he could use it and after receiving approval he covered you with a blanket. 

Needless to say Lilia was a man who was bad at resisting temptation to kiss your forehead. 

Next time you all met you took a bite of a cookie, a few crumbs fell into your lap, but you continued talking. 

“By the way guys, who was the one who covered me with a blanket last week? I wanted to thank you!”

“Wanna do a poll on MagiCam?”

“Ah no no, let me just guess then… I bet it was Kalim!”

Just after you said that Lilia appeared in front of you, floating midair. It was hard to recognize what kind of expression he had in that state, but you assumed he was slightly dissatisfied with your answer. 

“Think twice~”

He floated closer to you, finally noticing pinkish blush dusting your cheeks, his lips covering yours in a soft kiss. After pulling out he licked cookie crumbs from your check and gave a nod of approval, asking you once again. 

“Made up your mind?”

♡ tag list : @isacoremeow

© yushiiae 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[treviso-nights]

how far art thou fallen from heaven — a multichapter solrook tale

rating: M ch.1 word count: 1.3k summary: rook ends up in the regret-prison with solas after a nightmare. he taunts her, and she responds in kind, but worse. one way or another, solas is going to realize: varric chose rook to stop him for a reason. (ch.1 of my new obsession. will update description + tags as I proceed)

A/N: for my moot, @dirthavhen but also for me and the rest of us on this journey bc what the shit 😭

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The first time Rook has a nightmare is not the last.

But it is the first time Solas has ever gazed at her without the searing contempt so heavy in every expression he's ever made in her direction. 

Rook, gasping, presses a trembling hand to her face. At once, her circumstances are a little clearer—the fuzzy, ever-shifting texture of the magical atmosphere minutely less alarming.

Her next breath is a ghost, and she does not know the name or the color of it, precisely, but she is content to see it go. "Solas? Am I dreaming?"

Irritation blooms across his face, its petals unfurling at the corners of his eyes, nose, and mouth. "You were dreaming," he declared. "Or, rather, you were having a nightmare. Truth be told, it was a little incomprehensible, even to myself."

"A nightmare?" she echoes. Despite her Crow training, Rook is too slow to banish the disorientation churning at the forefront of her conscious mind. She is even slower to mask the lingering confusion slackening her features, though when she does realize this nakedness, her mouth twists angrily.

Her next words are a snarl. "You were spying on my dreams?"

And even from across the divide of his prison, Rook can see the exact moment Solas scoffs by the curious way his throat bobs above his robe's collar. "I did no such thing," he refutes. "Must I always need to remind you of our connection every time you cannot discern why it is present?"

The Fade around them curdles at the word 'connection '. Or, maybe, it’s just Rook, the very word a poison dagger she wishes to remove from her mouth and throw into the Dread Wolf’s heart. 

Or his cock.

if he has one.

Because how is she supposed to know he really does?

“Fine,” she spits, scanning their surroundings with almond eyes. Each iris flashes silver in the Fade, their icy hue tempered only by the rings of pine-green around the pupils. “Then how did I end up here?” With you, is the true accusation, sounding off around her in the cannon-fire of their uneasy truce. 

The subsequent twitch of Solas's mouth lets Rook know that she’s already lost the round. 

“I imagine, in your distress,” he begins, folding both hands behind him, “Your psyche retreated from the chaos and by instinct, migrated to another, more familiar location in the Fade—this one, in fact, by virtue of the blood magic linking us together.” 

Several of lilac-colored curls rips free of Rook’s braid, their ends thrashing against her still-pallid complexion. 

“In other words,” Solas says, his next smile a mockery of the affable, polite mask he usually favors, “You came to me.”

Rook swears. Colorfully.

Normally, the Crow would not reveal this much of herself to an enemy, but she is tired, and shaken, and the nightmare—nebulous as it now is—continues to catch on all the sharpened edges of her. For a moment, Rook cannot even bear to look at the mage because she does not want to see the hoisted banner of his undeniable victory dance in the Fade’s ambient wind.

But, as always, the Dread Wolf waits for her. It is not until she reluctantly brings her gaze back to him that he asks, “Out of an unadulterated—if not ill-informed—curiosity, what were you dreaming about?” 

Rook has no intention to answer, of course. Nor does she find it amusing to watch him tilt his head as if he were a coy lover, exposing a long, unblemished span of neck which would be so, so easy to pierce—

“—There was something about… a hand?” he muses, gray-violet eyes turning to the softly roiling sky. “And… a door?” 

This time, Rook does not allow Solas to see how this rips through her like a killing blow. She does not permit a single muscle to breathe or expand inside her body. She obscures this—all of it. The way her blood turns to acid, the way her chest implodes, the way cold sweat gurgles on the back of her neck.

No, not this. She will never give him this.

It is only through sheer willpower that she is able to stay atop her feet. But she does. Rook’s answering smirk, a cruel, little thing, is suddenly an antidote to the nausea flowing in her gut. Solas, recognizing an obvious preclude before an attack, stiffens in response.

“I don’t know, Solas,” Rook replies, casually flicking her long braid over a shoulder. “Dreams sure are strange, huh? I wonder what you dream about, which failure hits you the hardest, though there’s already so many of them. I mean, keeping count at your old, decrepit age, right?”

When he doesn’t answer, Rook’s smirk grows teeth, and she taps a forefinger to her chin, deliberating. “Oh, oh! let me guess. Are your dreams about… your homeland? Not the Fade, I mean. But you know! The homeland that the very ancient, very dead elves built after you tranquil’d and destroyed the titans.”

To the untrained eye, one could so easily miss the tightening of the Dread Wolf’s shoulders, straining as he undoubtedly squeezes his palms together behind him.

“No?” Rook prompts. She begins to pace, walking toe-to-heel on her side of the regret-prison. “Hm… what about Felassan? Your sexy, also-ancient, also-dead best friend that you murdered in cold blood?”

Rook snickers. 

“Creators, what a fucking waste. If I was stuck in here with him, he and I would be doing a lot more than talking if you know what I mean. ”

Peeking from a peripheral, Rook watches Solas grit his teeth.

“I’m still off, aren’t I?”

Because if he is going to remain in her head, Rook had already decided long ago that the burden of his magical fumbling would weigh entirely upon him—as is only fitting for the elven god of lies, trickery, and deceit.

“I guess, if I was absolutely forced to keep guessing,” Rook chuckles, “I would bet my mortal, worthless life that your dreams are actually about her.”

The abrupt, almost violent, dilation of Solas's pupils tips her off.

Bingo.

“Tell me Solas: how did Mythal’s body feel in your arms after personally snuffing out what little, withered life remained from her first death?”

“Enough,” the Dread Wolf hisses. Drawing himself up to his full height, Solas nearly vibrates with rage, the pale violet in his eyes blown black with fury. “I take your point. I see now that nothing more can be gained from such fruitless, idiotic banter. Forgive me, mortal, for having tried.”

Now that the cut had landed where she’d aimed, Rook stows her grin away, the transition in expressions almost jarring. 

“Stay out of my past, and I’ll stay out of yours,” she promises, though she can’t help the slight tilt to her head at that. 

“Well… maybe. I am a liar and an assassin by trade.”

“And I the bane of all your worldly nightmares, I suppose?”

“Not all,” Rook says, and she means it. Their gazes—pale lavender and ice-green—clash.

After another moment’s deliberation, Solas sighs, inclining his head in agreement. “So be it. I might wish you fairer dreams, but I am not in the habit of doing so, and I see no reason to begin now.”

“Alas, I might wish you a better… prison, but I just don’t.”

At that, Solas smirks. “You should be able to wake more easily now that you are here. Simply think of the Lighthouse, and you will find yourself awakening within a matter of moments.”

Rook nods, a small, reluctant gesture. 

“Good luck, Rook,” Solas says, hands again folding behind his back. “You will need it.”

And perhaps it is her imagination, but Rook trusts that it is not—that the bare, writhing malice within his eyes is real, and that that malice is a living, eager serpent preparing itself to strike.

[idesofrevolution]

My Best Friend, the Ghost

It was the best feeling in the world. Picture this: a simple spread of the legs in the summer heat, sweat dripping from your forehead. You feel a cool, slick touch slide down your inner thigh. It feels almost slimy, though it leaves no residue as it inches toward your taint and ever closer to your rear. You gasp as it circles the tight hole, as if an expert were rimming you with their cold, wet tongue. Then, quickly, a gentle thrust. You feel it enter you, slithering slowly, intentionally. It begins to fill you, that frosty ooze spreading all throughout your body. Your breath is laboured, as you begin to contort and expand as it is overtaken, washed and inundated with this foreign substance bubbling beneath your skin. It pushes up your throat, choking you, taking the last of your breath away before it presses at the top palate of your mouth. It would feel almost like drowning, though your sensations only fire endorphin after endorphin of euphoria. Pressure builds as it presses harder and harder, until... pop. The hard palate gives way as it rushes and balloons into your head. Thoughts and stresses fade away, and you're left in a state of total ecstasy as your body begins to move on its own.

Fuckin' amazing, am I right? Well, guess what? I get that incomprehensible experience whenever the hell I want. Perks of living in a haunted apartment! Confused? Let me explain.

I moved to New Orleans a year ago, give or take a couple of months. I graduated college, and after testing out a couple of places that didn't really pan out for me, I landed in the cement swamp in the height of the summer. I'd just left Salt Lake City, so coming from the tepid air of Utah to the brick wall humidity of Louisiana was a lot. Yet, I was determined to make the best of this one. I'd secured a low-level office gig at a non-profit, and rented out a cheap two bedroom just outside the French Quarter. The house was one of those old shotgun-style places. It wasn't well maintained, frankly incomprehensibly so to be up to purpose for a tenant, though I was still paying an arm and a leg.

The first few nights, I didn't sleep super well. It was hot, I was sleeping on a hard air mattress, and the tall ceilings and old wooden floors made every little creak and groan of the house sound like some demonic entity moaning in the darkness just out of sight. At the time, I was resolved to believe such a rational theory. After all, ghosts aren't real. That recent college graduate sensibility: anything can be rationalized. Looking back, I scoff at what I thought I knew compared to what I know now. But that skeptic within me was what I relied on. It got me through my courses, it got me my job, it is what guided me through the insanity of life. So, as more peculiar occurrences began to happen, that is precisely the lens with which I saw the world.

When things started to go missing: my trusty running shoes, a pair of underwear, my gold chain, my laptop, even my keys, it was just me being forgetful. I took my Adderall and just ordered new things. I hunkered down and just focused on my work. When I heard scratching in the walls at night, footsteps down my hallway, quiet breaths echoing in the shadows... I was just sleep deprived, I took my Xanax and zonked myself out. Those dark shadows that crept around the corners just on the edge of my peripherals? Eye floaters, nothing more. Though, after about two weeks of just a miserable living experience, I finally experienced something I couldn't rationalize.

It was after a soul sucking day at the office, having spent all day sifting through piles of meaningless paperwork to the grating click clack of my coworkers silently typing on their keyboards like mindless drones. I'd gone into overtime that day, and after five or six cups of coffee, I can't say I was even remotely physically tired that evening. My mind, of course, was entirely devoid of functionality. Walking through my front door, tossing my keys in the little dish by the door, I collapsed onto my couch and just scrolled through Netflix, looking for nothing in particular. That's when I saw it. I'd turned to grab my vape pen from the side table, and my glance had grazed past the mirror which hung above my mantle. Floating behind me, clear as day in the mirror, was a figure. It was larger than I, big broad shoulders and pecs, tapering down to a narrow waist, flanked on either side by two muscled arms. It's face was chiseled and sharp, brows furrowed, golden eyes narrowed and full lips twisted in a mischievous smirk. It had no legs; rather, its body was condensed into a long whippy tail. Most notably, I would argue, was the... well... rather sizeable phallus which stood erect above it's navel, with two grapefruit sized balls hanging beneath it.

I sat frozen, unable to look away from it sizing me up in the mirror's reflection. All the other things I could make sense of in my head were obliterated at the sight of what was merely inches behind me, and inches above the floor. I finally found the strength to merely exhale, letting a soft billowing cloud of breath out of my mouth. It was the middle of June, and perhaps 91 Fahrenheit outside. It was impossible. Everything about what my eyes were seeing was impossible. As it began to creep toward me, I fully expected to spin around and like every haunted house movie of all time, there would be nothing there. Though as I whipped my head to look behind, no such luck. I was face to face with it. It was grinning as we were nose to nose. Bringing it's cool, ghostly hand to my cheek, it caressed it with the back of its fingers and winked at me.

"Hey there." It's voice boomed like a timpani, yet it's timbre was gravelly and suave. I couldn't help myself. In a primal state of panic, I shrieked a terrified scream. It didn't last long. The spirit seized the opportunity I was entirely unaware I had given it- quickly shoving it's head into my open mouth. The force by which it had taken me was overwhelming, though I suppose with it's sheer size, in retrospect it makes perfect sense. I was flung down into the cushions of the couch, as it pushed itself into me. I grasped at my throat, which was bulging from the thing which was now flooding down my gaping maw. I could hear it laugh from within me as it squeezed itself in, it's massive upper body condensing in on itself and slowly pushing deep into my gut. My stomach ballooned out, stretching as if it were rubber while it's tail whipped aimlessly against my face before it slipped between my lips.

This was the first time I felt the sensation. The euphoria. The cascading waterfall of endorphins as my body was contorting and stretching as the ghost slipped me on like a suit. I could feel it thrusting it's hands into my arms which expanded and stretched to accommodate the spirit's size. I could feel my chest burst through my shirt, with two jiggling pecs now engorged with it's essence. I could feel my thighs and calves swell with thick muscle, and my feet lengthen and explode through my socks. It was as if someone had taken a water hose and filled me like a balloon, and as I felt it's head rising up my throat one last time and slither into my head, I can't say I wasn't in the throws of intense and indescribable bliss. My eyes opened, I was no longer in the driver's seat.

"Ahhh fuck." It's voice boomed out of my mouth as I found my body moving of it's own accord. No, rather moving of his accord. I stood up, feeling my jiggling muscles slowly firm up and tighten as I walked to the mirror. The thing which wore me as a suit was checking itself out! It had my skin, my face, but otherwise I was unrecognizable. I was indeed approaching 6' 4", my jawline was square and chiseled, my arms as large as my head, my feet probably a size 16, and my... appendage? Let's just say he was now an anaconda snaking down my thigh, his hood restored and flanked on either side by an impressive bulbous sac. "Shit, that feels nice." My voice was soft like velvet, but frayed with a coarseness which tickled the mind like sandpaper. It stretched my muscles and cracked my neck and knuckles before finally bothering to introduce itself. "Name's Antoine, nice to meet ya." My hand slinked down to my member giving it a playful tug. "Actually, tonight, your name is Antoine too, baby." He smiled with my pearly white teeth, and it would be an outright lie to deny I was not eager to see what this Antoine would be using me to do that night. We sauntered over to my bedroom, tossing shirts and pants out of my drawers before he found some shorts and a tank top that fit my new musculature whatsoever. I had but only one pair of sandals that he could force my massive feet into, but neither he nor I could care less. As walked to the front door, and stepped out into the humid New Orleans air, he took a deep breath with my borrowed lungs, sighing in satisfaction. "Aight, my man. Let's see what kind of trouble we can get in tonight."

Thus began our mutual understanding. Our partnership. Frankly, our friendship. That night was one filled with club hopping across town, hitting dancefloors right and left, drinking outrageous amounts of liquor, grinding on sexy men with our tongue down their throats... None of which I would have ever experienced on my own. It was an entire world I knew nothing about, nothing I could have ever imagined myself doing, but with Antoine it seemed like second nature. After a night of debauchery and a tryst in some leather daddy's hotel room, he returned near the crack of dawn, collapsing onto my bed in a sweaty, swampy heap. He closed my eyes and almost immediately afterward I reopened them. The sun had risen, and peering at my phone, it was then 9 AM.

For a moment, I sat there and stared at the ceiling. I waited for my body to move on his command, though when it didn't, I whipped my sheets off to see that I had returned mostly to my former stature. I did note that I had grown ever so slightly. Perhaps his presence within me had left some residual effects on my body, a pleasant fact of which I did not mind whatsoever. I sat up, stretching my arms above my head, a wet warm musk wafting from my sweaty pits and steamy feet from the night before. For the first time, I found myself rather enjoying the scent... Where it once used to make me grimace with disgust, it now made me nearly salivate at the slightest tickle on my nose. I peered to the corner of the room, where now even in broad daylight I could see Antoine's spectral self floating above the floorboards, his arms crossed and his bright smile greeting me in the morning light.

We stared at eachother for a mere moment, before I smiled back at him. It didn't take words for us to understand what was to soon come to pass. Frankly, from then on, it was an unspoken pact. An inseparable bond, bound by an awakened hedonism and carnal desire. Starting that morning, our boys night out became a regular occurrence. I'd get home from work, exhausted and tired from a thankless day of grinding in the soulless office, and we would come up with a plan for the evening. He'd take his time slipping into me, knowing full well just how much I enjoyed each breathtaking second of it. In fact, we took a Saturday to go shopping for "night clothes" which would actually fit us when he was inside me.

Antoine was a bit of a casanova, able to make any person he met swoon with a single glance. The parade of men strutting the walk of shame out of my home every morning did not go unnoticed by my neighbors, not that they particularly seemed to care. It was the spirit of New Orleans, live every day like it's your last. That sentiment was instilled in me, along with a new attitude. I began to care less and less about this dead end job which had only gotten more and more unbearable as our relationship grew. My boss began to notice this as well. He noticed that my productivity had slipped, that I'd begun to come into work with more and more tattoos (which were admittedly against company policy), that my musky scent was becoming stronger and more apparent, that I'd become more casual and laid back, that I was trying to force myself into work clothes that were increasingly more and more revealing as my body grew toned and large. This, to him at least, was unacceptable. I don't entirely recall what it was that finally set him off, though I think it may have had something to do with me having my feet up on my desk as I took calls and the delicious pheromones to which my coworkers had taken a liking to. Something to do with my cubicle mate Daniel lapping up the pungent sweat from my socks beneath my desk as I worked. Couldn't say. Either way, it was the last straw for me.

It wasn't much of a loss, as my frequent appearances at the clubs, or rather my appearance altogether, which the bar owners had taken notice of. I had a line of bartending and gogo boy offers to take up in it's stead. Though, it wouldn't be enough to cover the rent on my own. Thus, we hatched a plan. A solution to both our issues: my financial one, and a more permanent solution for Antoine.

It was an average night in the French Quarter, we were behind the bar, and there before us appeared our solution sitting on a stool near the drink well. He was a tourist, a particularly needy and rude one at that. No friends, failing every attempt to snag the attention of our regular hustlers with his more than lacklustre personality. He was perfect. It wasn't difficult to play into his inflated ego, all it took was playing into his cringeworthy advances and unwelcomed touches before he was licking our pits and nipples, ready to head to our place. A lack of a tip was the final nail in the coffin, we were ready. The 'three' of us stumbled back to our apartment, and it took merely five minutes of making out before the drunken asshole had passed out in our bed.

Walking back into the living room, Antoine regurgitated himself out of me. Feeling him exit was always a bittersweet experience, euphoric in sensation but longing in sentiment. He floated in front of me, winking as he compressed himself under the door of our bedroom, slipping in with a quiet pop. Wiping the sweat from my brow, and taking a deep whiff of my dank sneaker like degenerate scent pig I'd become, I popped open a bottle of our nicer tequila to celebrate. As the yellow liquor began to pour into the glass, I heard the delightful sounds of possession begin to loudly bellow out from behind the closed door. A shriek, followed by squeaks and rubbery creaks atop elated moaning and gasping. Taking the two glasses, I meandered over to the couch, kicking my wafting, wet feet up onto the coffee table and grabbing the bong to pack a nice bowl.

The sounds of inflation and gargling, stretching skin and growing muscle were like candy to my ears, as I wondered what Antoine would look like. The guy was less than ideal before, though as a host, the sky was the limit to how gorgeous he was going to be. I lit the bowl, taking a deep drag before blowing an adequate cloud. Antoine's moans got louder and louder, his voice all the more recognizable as it progressed. One more puff from the bong and the sound of that final pop soared through the air. The house was silent apart from the heavy panting quietly emanating from the bedroom.

I sat there for a solid moment. He always was the master of the tease, knowing full well that I awaited his reveal. I could hear his chuckling before I heard the click of the lock on the door. Slowly, I stood up and walked to the bedroom door, pressing my ear against the wood. Nothing. I grabbed ahold of the doorknob with bated breath, slowly turning it and pushing the door open. The lights were on in the bedroom, and there in front of the mirror taking a selfie with his host's phone was my Antoine.

He was better than I ever could have imagined. That lanky, sad excuse for a man was long gone and in his stead stood the dreamiest hunk I'd ever set my eyes on. Our bodies were nearly identical in stature, as over the past several months he'd completely stretched me out to his own measurements. Though, his delicious golden eyes on that gorgeous, masculine face sent me over the edge. He was stacked, he was tall, he was caramel, he was packing down there, and he wafted that buttery, salty musk that made me drool. All he needed to do was to turn to me and wink in his new body and I felt myself harden.

"What's up, baby boy?" He flexed his massive arms, seductively licking his sweaty bicep for me. Let's just say that tequila and that bowl were still there the next day. We were rather preoccupied throughout the dawn, the morning, the afternoon, the evening... Endless hours of carnal pleasures and sensual overload. Simply washing the bedsheets of our intertwined cum imbued into the very threads of the fabric took longer than expected. I imagine you get the picture, so needless to say, such days were and continue to be frequent.

I suppose that brings us to today. As I sit here and write out how we got to this very moment, waiting for an Uber to take us to our honeymoon, I'll go ahead and mention that my former boss just walked by us, feigning pleasantries as if we were old buddies. Asking if now that I had a partner, I was finally ready to knuckle down and come back to work in a 'real job.' I turned to Antoine, he turned to me, and as we found our hands sliding toward eachother's growing bulges, basking in eachother's beguiling musk while my frump of an old boss indignantly watched, I flipped him the bird.

He stomped off, I doubt I'll ever see him again. Why should I need to? I have my man, I have our future, we have all the delicious men of this raunchy city to enjoy... What else can a guy ask for?

[frogserotonin]

Hii, could you do an Anthony lockwood x reader where they just have a nice chill day. They are together and have nothing to do so they just stay in bed all day sharing Stolen kisses, words of affirmation, cuddling, talking, bed hair, morning voice, makeout?

y'all don't understand this is so different from what i write on ao3 for my other fandom, i am an angst machine there, all of these fluff requests are terrifying bc idk how to write fluff 😭(/lh dw i still love writing them)

as long as you're next to me(just the two of us)- anthony lockwood x reader

(@citizen-01, @gibby31)

a/n: hope i could do justice to what u wanted!! was just listening to beabadoobee when writing this lmao warnings: none??? unedited, kissing ig, idk cursing?? ooc

Waking up in the morning wasn’t something you enjoyed all that often, the prospect of another day not that appealing when the Problem was still a prominent…problem issue. You’d never grow tired of waking up to the sight of Lockwood next to you though, limbs shot out in all directions-and yet always with an arm over you. Sometimes he’d have a little frown on his face when he was very deeply asleep that made you coo and smile so widely it hurt your cheeks. To be fair, who could blame you?

Waking up this morning was no different from most for you, a flash of disappointment at the world around you, and then giddiness at the realisation of Lockwood’s arm being slung around your torso and the most adorable fucking frown on his lips. You sigh happily, sitting up slightly, careful not to move his arm from its place. You glance at the clock on the bedside table-7:36am- dismiss it because it’s cold as shit, and weave your fingers into his hair, stroking his head and humming a song you don’t remember the name of. Today is a good day, a free day. Lucy will probably stay in bed until 9 and then make herself some toast, a cup of tea and then head back to bed and draw with the radio on. George won’t be up until around the same time, going to the kitchen to grab a pastry, make some tea and then bury himself in research about the Problem. 

If he could help it Lockwood would probably not awaken for another couple hours also. Unless you moved. He’d probably wake up to drag you back to bed to cuddle with him then.

You wouldn’t be opposed to that actually. 

Slowly you remove your hand from his hair, and then his arm from around you, letting out a small huff of laughter when he immediately moves it back, although still very unconscious. You swing a leg out from the quilt and place it on the (really fucking cold) floor, allowing for the majority of your weight to shift to that side. His other hand shoots out and grabs yours. For a couple seconds all you can pick up is incomprehensible mumbling, and then-

“Darling, come back.” It was a miracle you didn’t swoon, the nickname and the morning voice were a lethal combination. More grumbling and then he cracked an eye open and offered you a hopeful grin. “Please?”

Wow. How are you even alive anymore? It’s like your heart is simultaneously beating faster than humanly possible, and not at all. 

You feel his arms completely embrace you and drag you into them. He props himself up on one elbow and kisses your forehead, whispering a ‘good morning’ onto it and then attacking the rest of your face with lazy kisses, his other arm still securely hugging you to him.

“How’re you so pretty after having just woken up?” he asks, and it sounds so curious and genuine, you almost melt, right there and then. 

“I should ask you.” You try to play off how completely smitten you are by bantering with him, “Your morning hair is gorgeous dear.” you giggle at the hand that shoots up to try and smooth it down. It doesn’t work but you don’t particularly want to tell him, simply dragging his arm back down to cuddle you again. 

You lay together, you in his arms and his chin resting on the top of your head, for a little while, simply enjoying each other's presence. You turn around, burrowing yourself further into the blankets-because it really is fucking cold as balls, far out-and you wrap your arms around his middle. Neither of you are quite sure when you started kissing or who started kissing who but neither of you were planning on pulling away first.

Kissing Anthony Lockwood was many things. Sometimes it was rushed and breathtaking, like after a particularly terrifying case, when he’d push his lips to yours with a certain sort of vigour, reassuring himself of your stable and safe condition. Sometimes it was heated and intoxicating, deep kisses that doused you in gasoline and lit you aflame. 

These kisses are slow and idle, just the both of you enjoying the feel and existence of each other. You feel like you’re floating, tethered only by the feeling of his lips on yours. You’re infinite in his arms, your hands have found their way back to his hair, running your fingers through his hair. He pulls away and kisses the tip of your nose.

“You’re absolutely stunning.” His eyes lock with yours and his voice is hoarse and breathless from the kissing but still gravelly from having recently woken up. “You deserve everything and anything you so desire and I will go to the ends of the earth to provide you with that.” You kiss him again, just once, but it's hard and full of as much love as you can convey.

“I think that everything I want at all in this world is right here.”

“That is disgustingly adorable.” His smile is all the stars in a clear night sky.

“Thanks', I try.”

[coryosmin]

CONGRATS ON 900!! also, i have a thought related to sej. he’s too nice to actually hate someone but if you showed interest in coryo? he’s jealous and he says things that he doesn’t mean to you. he DESPISES that coryo isn’t treating you well )):

ya’ll are enemies until sej can’t stand it when coryo is touching you or flirting with you so he pulls you away to some secluded spot to fuck you

okokok so here’s how i imagine it pookie. ofc it’s fem!reader. again went to bed at 3 AM so i apologize if it’s shitty or incomprehensible lol. i’m so tired

nsfw | mdni

sejanus plinth was known for being reserved, not really participating much with academy events. he usually didn’t interact with too many people other than with coryo, whom he did group projects with, and you, who he despised. you weren’t really that bad, truthfully. you never made him feel bad for being from the districts. however, you did make him feel bad academically. the two of you constantly fighting over grades and such. which sejanus found so stupid because coryo was top of the class but clearly you did not have an issue with him.

sejanus watched from the other side of the classroom as you sat next to coriolanus. it was definitely new, something he didn’t expect to happen to be frank. coriolanus was smirking as he spoke to you about something, causing you to giggle. and sejanus couldn’t help the sour expression on his face as he watched the interaction.

maybe it’s because he knew coryo was a ladies man. or maybe it’s because he knew you were an annoying person and why would coriolanus subject himself to that? but all sejanus knew was that he did not like this one bit.

especially not when coriolanus brushed your hair out of your face, causing a stupid blush to form on your cheeks.

when class had ended, sejanus packed up his stuff. you bid bye to coriolanus and walked out of the classroom, making your way into the hallway. sejanus followed you, catching up with you. “seems like you enjoyed coriolanus’s attention,” he said, walking next to you.

you scoffed, not bothering to glance at sejanus. “what do you want, plinth?” you asked, annoyed.

sejanus simply grabbed your arm, dragging you to an empty classroom. he closed the door behind you, frowning at you. “i don’t like that coriolanus was all over you,” he said.

“what the fuck, plinth?” you said, furrowing your eyebrows in irritation. “why does it matter to you?”

sejanus dropped his bag, bringing a hand to rub his face. “because he doesn’t deserve you,” he exclaimed. “you’re not his to have.”

“oh?” you laughed in disbelief. “i didn’t think i was anyones to begin with.”

sejanus bit the inside of his cheek. “no, you don’t belong to anyone,” he said. “but you shouldn’t allow yourself to be around coriolanus like that.”

“and again, why does it matter to you, sejanus?” you asked, still annoyed.

sejanus groaned in frustration. rather than replying, he moved to grip your face and placing his lips against yours.

it took you a moment to figure out what was happening. one moment you were annoyed and irritated by sejanus’s words and actions and the next he was kissing you. surprisingly to both you and sejanus, you relaxed and kissed him back. sejanus backed you up gently, pushing you against the desk in the empty classroom while still kissing your lips.

and after a few minutes, clothes were shed and he was thrusting his cock inside of you. “you’re so wet and tight,” he moaned, fucking you into the desk. “only i can fuck you, dove.”

you moaned, clawing at sejanus’s back as his cock thrusted into you. “only yours,” you moaned out, leaning your head on his shoulder. the classroom was filled with the sounds of sej’s cock thrusting into your squelching pussy, and the sounds of your moans mixing together.

you guys were desperate for one another, all the tension from despising one another going into sejanus’s thrusts. “all mine,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

and soon both of you were cumming, hard, with groans and moans that definitely would’ve been heard by others if the classroom door wasn’t closed. and when you guys finished, sejanus pulled out but remained close to you. “don’t want you near coryo because he won’t treat you like i can,” he breathed out softly.

you looked up into sejanus’s brown eyes. “and how can you treat me, plinth?” you whispered back.

sejanus gave you a small smile, bringing his hands to your cheeks and pressing a kiss onto your lips. “with all the adoration in the world.”

[meekspeaks]

september prompt: anderperry, 15.

@soobiesworld AAAND WE'RE BACK sorry i was clubbing for serious days . i am so So Tired . hope you like this one !! i'm running on three hours and a tuna sandwich xx

prompt list !!

anderperry - nightlight !!

The late September evening lingers in the cracks of their room, chilling Todd through his jumper and casting a deep blue over their beds and desks, the words hastily scrawled onto scrap paper lost to the night. When the words in front of his eyes become almost incomprehensible - as he'd been so deep in his own world that he hadn't realised the turning to dusk - Todd got up and tried the light.

He flicks the switch once. Nothing.

He groans. Neil looks up from where he was reading over his lines, and frowns. "Light not working again?"

"Nope." Todd flops back down, words muffled against the pillow beneath him. "Nolan never fixes anything around here."

Neil laughs, pulling out a candle from one of his bedroom drawers. "Here. I stole some of these from my parents' house when I went back over the summer. Thought we might need them when autumn came around."

He then pulls out a box of matches - usually reserved for cigarettes - and lights it, the warm glow igniting about five different candles that they haphazardly place around the room, careful not to tip them over.

They get back to their work, but Todd can't stop looking.

Neil looks almost angelic in the soft, orange glow of the candlelight, a contrast to their harsh light which usually adorns the room. Not that he doesn't look good there either, but this light is more... intimate. His brown eyes are deeper than usual, the softness of his face more accentuated.

Neil looks over, and catches Todd looking. He smiles at him softly. "You okay?"

Todd then gets up, abandoning his poetry, and walks over to Neil, straddles him, takes his face in his hands, and kisses him.

Neil makes a small sound against it, surprise turning to contentment as their lips slot together, and Todd feels his body relax as they fall into each other, bathed in the warm candlelight. He hears Neil place aside the script, and bring his hands around Todd's waist, drawing him in closer.

Dazed from the kiss, Neil pulls away breathless and blinking lazily. "Good evening to you, too."

Todd giggles, kissing his cheek. "Shut up."

"Any reason for that?"

"What? Am I not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?" Todd mocks, and Neil laughs softly, that laugh that makes Todd's insides flutter.

"No, no, you are. Just..." He shrugs.

"The candlelight makes you look so... soft."

Neil blinks, and then draws Todd back in for another kiss, one so soft Todd feels he might faint.

When they break apart, Neil whispers against his lips, "Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile."

Todd cocks an eyebrow, "Which play is that from?"

"Love's labour's lost." He kisses him again, quick.

"How romantic." Todd says, and Neil laughs.

"I kinda hope the light won't come back on. This is... nicer. More intimate."

Todd smiles, leaning back in again, "You spoke my mind."

[syn4k]

you are alone and outside, waiting for a bus to take you home. it is cloudy and there are low-hanging rain clouds approaching ever closer and closer as you sit and wait. an incomprehensible being appears in front of you and, in the voice of a thousand tongues, strikes a deal for your mortal soul in exchange for eternal life and limitless power in a dimension you're pretty sure you can't even pronounce.

you squint up at it, tired and not at all down to deal with whatever bullshit this may be. You may be standing in front of the perfect chance to go on the adventure of a lifetime, sure, but you're not really... feeling up to going on that adventure right now. "Is that legal?"

the being shifts. if it had eyes, it would have blinked. "...What?"

you sigh. "Listen, buddy. I have no idea what country you're from, or if you even have countries there, but right now you're st- uh, floating above American soil. International law generally requires that you go to court in the country that the crime was committed in."

the being pauses to consider this, then hovers closer. you quickly open your phone app and prepare to call your mom. if you're about to get kidnapped by an eldritch whatever the fuck this is, you want at least some evidence. "A crime?"

"Yeah," you say like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "American law requires that for any job, employees must be paid at least seven dollars and twenty five cents an hour. Do you even have money? I mean, you can get that set up with the whole Social Security number and stuff but it might be difficult because... god, ok, is your name even writable in English? I'm so sorry." you facepalm. "I'm rambling."

the being changes its form to tower tall above you. "No mortal law applies to me. No chain can bind me. I am above this dimension. What trick is this?"

you wince. "Yeeeeeeah, okay. Honey, let me tell you something. My job sucks, sure, but I'm not really down to sell my essence or whatever in return for limitless power in a place that apparently doesn't even have legal protections in place for its employees. That sounds like a really, really bad deal."

the being looks like it's about to take you no matter if you want to go or not, but thankfully at that moment the bus turns onto your road and the being turns to look (?) at it.

"Ah!" you say brightly. "That's my ride. Thank you for the job offer, but unfortunately I will have to turn you down." you nod at it as you somehow walk past without getting spaghettified, not looking back once as you continue towards the bus driving towards you.

the bus doors open and the driver smiles at you as she always does.

"Hello, hope you're well," you say, climbing on and passing her your fare.

"Bit of a boring day out, but I'm doing alright," she says with a nod. "You?"

you pause a moment before continuing to your usual seat. "I think I need to go to bed early tonight."