#Obsidian is insanely sharp

[totally-india]

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[killedpink]

이 펠릭스 | come as you are.

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��� synopsis: after a confrontation with your least favourite person on campus, you realise your grudge had been based off of nothing but an error. with no reason left to hate felix, you decide to fuck him instead — it's not like your relationship could get any messier.

🎤 word count: 11.4K

📂 contains: dom felix / sub reader, enemies to lovers, miscommunication, college au, mentions of other members, possessive felix, flirting, alcohol consumption, lowkey grunge felix, mentions of virginity, hookup culture, jealous felix, aggressive mutual pining, wet dreams, masturbation, angry sex, hate sex, car sex, spit kink, hair pulling, a lot of marking, multiple orgasms, oral sex, unprotected sex, cum consumption.

it was no secret of your distaste for felix lee, rolling your eyes every time you heard his baritone, sultry voice. you scowled at him at every chance you got. and most importantly you avoided him as best you could, like he was the plague, tuning out any conversation where his name would be brought up, loitering in your class just a bit too long to avoid crossing his way on campus.

if you had to describe your relationship with him using a singular word, it would be trivial. you brought no benefit to him and he to you. so how was it you always caught him staring? why was it you dreamt of him, in erotic situations and in heart-fluttering, butterfly-in-the-stomach inducing ways? so why was it you woke up one particular morning, with an uncomfortable stickiness between your legs, your hair a mess and your face burning — all the while with felix lee’s name in your mind. you thought about him, brain teetering between consciousness and unconsciousness. you thought about him in detail, his soft pink lips with that sharp cupid’s bow, his even softer hair like black smoke through your fingers, his pixie ears adorned in earrings, his almond shaped eyes with his dark bronze eyes that very often looked like obsidian when it was starved of light, and his warm, tanned skin that made the freckles littered on his face look even darker.

you let your mind wander, imagining how felix would sound above you, how he would smell, what he would say — so much so, that you had actually forgotten about your vendetta against the man, that you wore so proudly on your sleeve anyone would think you were a paid actor if they saw you that morning. your hands were between your thighs, manoeuvring your underwear from your sex, slick with your arousal, your fingers stroking your slit and smearing your aching clit with your slick. a small, content sigh left your mouth, cheek nuzzling against your pillow with your eyes closed blissfully. your eyes grew wide. you were not thinking about felix. that was not happening. you shrugged yourself off, springing out of bed and feeling straight towards your shower. a feeling of disgust settled in your gut, disgust with yourself for thinking about him and disgust towards the man of the hour himself. he was too arrogant, too sure of himself, and way too serious to ever, ever get with you. when pigs fly, sure. not a moment sooner.

considering that was the start to your day, you figured it could only go up from there. wrong.

felix was in a special mood today, finding any opportunity he could to make conversation with you or just exist near you. it was maddening. for the usual reasons, of course, but because you couldn't stop yourself from wondering how he was in bed. was he gentle or harsh? was he vocal, like how he was annoyingly chatty? whatever you tried to do to appease this insanity in your head, he was always one step ahead. always right behind the corner you were turning, or in front of you in the line to return whatever library book you convinced yourself you'd read. with every growing second you lost your patience, your sanity and your decorum. you were irritated, so much so you didn't even converse with your friends in the café nearby.

"so, are you all going to the party tonight?" what? you looked up from your mostly empty cup, "what party?" hyunjin laughed, of course he did — it was hyunjin, "the hottest party of the semester. keep up!" he wasn't serious, just a testy asshole. your eyes narrowed, "and why would i go to that?" it wasn't uncommon for you to attend parties, tending to show up for a few hours before getting bored and leaving, or being roped into driving the drunks home early because they couldn't walk straight. but you tended to stray from huge gatherings — there wasn't much to do unless you wanted to catch several sexual diseases. which, you didn't. hyunjin, ever the martyr, rolled his eyes at your response. "because i'm going, so im going to need my token virgin friend to come, too." your eyes went wide, mouth opening in a mixture of offence and shock. "hyunjin, i'm not a virgin — not that my sex life is any of your business — thank you very much."

"yes, you are." seungmin joined, matter-of-factly turning to you; seemingly taking a sudden interest in your conversation. hyunjin couldn't contain himself, letting out a loud cackle that drowned out amongst the busy chatter of the afternoon rush hour café. "why do you all care so much? if you're into me you can say, you know." you deflected, setting down your finished and now empty china cup. "we just don't like it when you get cocky and think you can lie to your best friends." hyunjin grinned. fuck him. "fuck you, man." you crossed your arms, collecting your things to start leaving. "anyway, i gotta go, see you assholes later." you stood up, slinging your bag on your shoulder as you looked at your friends still sat at the table.

"later? you're going, then?" seungmin caught on, of course. when did anything get past him? you sighed heavily, "yes, i'll go. because im nice and i know one of you are bound to get blackout drunk." hyunjin chuckled dryly, aware it was aimed at him, "not because a certain someone will be there?" he looked up at you. scowling, you answered quickly, "i don't care if felix goes – its not like i'll talk to that asshole." he raised a brow, "who said anything about felix?" you blinked, stunned. "oh whatever, fuck all you guys." you walked out quickly, determined to hide your deteriorating composure from your relentless friends, their laughter following you outside.

it was a house party. a very nice house, as a matter of fact. it was incredibly spacious, even when it was filled with probably a few hundred drunken college kids. the music was loud, so loud it reverberated in your bones, feeling the bass notes in your entire body, unwillingly thrumming along with the beat of the music. people were crowding around each other, yelling loudly in excitement and laughing over something that would probably be mundane if they were sober. although finding the location hard to navigate through, you had spotted hyunjin easily, noticing his bright red hair a mile away, even in such dim lighting. "have you had anything to drink, yet?" he asked you, a cup of whatever liquor he could find in his non-dominant hand. you shook your head, "i want to stay sober, i'm driving." hyunjin raised his brows at this, "what's the fun in that? live a little." he urged, elbowing you softly in your side. "hyunjin, i am driving." you repeated, level-headed. he only wanted you to relax, you knew that, but you wouldn't risk yours and others' safety for a night you won't remember and a pounding headache the next day. he shrugged, "you're no fun." he pouted, taking a gulp of his drink. "yeah, whatever. go ditch me to chat up some girl." you shooed him away, watching with a smile on your face as he left your company and scanned the huge room for a girl who looked somewhat sober.

"it's nice to see you here." your eye almost twitched. "what do you want, felix." you deadpanned, giving him an unamused look, glaring at him through your lashes. he chuckled, his chest moving from his stupidly attractive laugh, "aren't you chipper?" for fucks sake. "i'm not interested, felix. fuck off." it was so hard remaining indifferent, because no matter how annoying he was you still couldn't deny you were attracted to him. his brows furrowed slightly, "then i'm just going to have to convince you otherwise." you hate him. you hate him and his australian accent. you hate the way his hair falls on both sides of his head, giving him a halo effect because he was so fucking far from being angelic. you hate how persistent he was, you hated how easily he shook your insults off. you hated his smirk, you hated his obnoxiously loud laugh; everything about him irked you.

so why were you following him to the kitchen, your eyes boring holes in his toned back, but following where he went nonetheless. felix handed you a glass cup filled with a clear liquor, catching the light that hung above the both of you and reflecting it back to you. "cheers," he spoke, his voice smoky in such a unique way it gave you shivers. you held the glass rim to your lips. vodka. good vodka at that — someone here had taste. what happened to staying sober? how are you getting home, now? why on earth are you listening to felix? he grimaced at the taste, sharp and bitter on his tongue, no doubt. the warm, spicy aftertaste caught you off guard, urging you to take another sip to combat it.

felix leaned the outside of his forearms on the countertop, putting most his weight on his elbows as he stared at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes. "what?" you asked, setting your drink down to your right. his blank face didn't last long, an amused smile quickly being presented to you, his gaze falling to the floor for a moment, "nothing, it's just, well, i think this is the longest conversation we've had with each other in.. what? two years?" he pondered. you scowled, "and whose fucking fault is that?" you barked, after taking a much needed gulp of your drink. felix's eyes widened, "i didn't mean it like that. fuck, 'm sorry." he winced, giving you what seemed like a genuinely apologetic look. fuck that, you're not falling for his act again. you shook your head, hand swiping at your half-drunken drink, preparing to leave without exchanging another word. that is, until felix's silver ring adorned hands rest on your hips, caging you in and suddenly inches away from your face. your spine straightens — from this proximity you can see his dilated pupils below his deep brown eyes. you blink, guiding your own gaze away from his. "what did i do to make you hate me?" he muttered, his eyes searching yours for any giveaway of your emotion. you swallowed thickly, feeling your palms grow clammy.

"you didn't pick up, felix. it's cruel to make me say this to you.." you answered, emotion catching in your throat against your will. it seemed two years worth of upset caught up to you in a single moment, surrounded by most of your drunken peers. your hands bend behind you, grabbing onto the island you were caged onto, desperate to hold onto something to appease your racing heart. felix's brows knitted together, his eyes narrowing, "i didn't pick up..?" you were in disbelief, "are you fucking serious? you don't even remember what happened?" your heart felt as it it was being crushed, blinking any obvious sign of tears away from your likely glassy eyes. felix's gaze softened, "hey.. don't cry. i'm sorry for being such an idiot," his voice was gentle, caring almost. "after that night i called you and you didn't pick up. i really thought we had something special, but i guess not. now, let me go." you said, though gritted teeth. felix looked as if he didn't follow. was he that unbothered? "you didn't call me back. i didn't hear anything from you for days and when i tried talking to you.." he licked his lips, deciding on the right words, "you've been like this ever since." he muttered, the tips of his ears reddening.

your eyebrows lowered, jaw clenching. "yes." you paused, "i fucking did." you urged. "i wouldn't lie to you about this — you didn't call me." felix answered. how was he that sure of himself? you were done with this, with felix, with this fucking back and forth conversation as if you were fucking fourteen. your hand went to your back pocket to pull out your phone, ignoring felix when he asked what you were doing, determined to scroll back in your contacts to show him the phone call he's so sure he didn't receive. you'll fucking show him. "what's this, then?" you presented your phone screen to him, watching as his expression turned from confused to shocked. thought so. "that isn't my number." he looked up, eyes locked onto yours. "what." you deadpanned, in disbelief. did you seriously hold a two year grudge over a wrong number? felix couldn't help the laugh that escaped his pink lips, his nose scrunching up and his body physically rocking from the strength of his chuckles. lost for words, you followed his lead, letting your own defeated laughter hit your ears. you put your phone away, hand coming up to hold your mouth as your laugh died down.

"i'm such a fucking moron." you shook your head, mildly embarrassed and partially relieved. "on the bright side, at least i'm not an asshole who won't return phone calls," felix's hand released the grip on your waist, moving to run through his hair and brush it out of his eyes. you chuckled dryly, "lucky you," the smile on your face was undeniable, a weight being released from your shoulders. although the incident was imaginary water under an imaginary bridge, you still harboured those volatile feelings of hate towards felix. maybe it was because you were drunk, or because you still remember how he bothered you non-stop for months? you weren't sure. you looked him up and down, he'd changed a lot. and in a good way, too. he gained a bit of muscle, and let his hair grow out like you suggested that night many months ago. he looked good, you had to admit that you wanted him all over again. he'd changed so much you're sure he's improved in bed, too.

"there you ar— oh?" both of your heads darted to see hyunjin, stumbling and flushed and hair a mess, his jacket gone and his shirt no longer tucked in. suddenly aware of your compromising position, felix stepped back and let you move, going over to hyunjin without a second word. oddly enough, you were displeased that you no longer felt his hand on your hip, steadying your body and warming you up at the same time. "you need a ride home?" you asked, pressing the backs of your hands to his red hot cheeks. he nodded slowly, a grimace on his face. "get seungmin to do it, i've been drinking," you explained, leading him out of the kitchen to where you knew seungmin would be. "is that why you were actually talking to felix? as in: your mortal enemy felix? as in: the man who we all know you have a thing for felix?" hyunjin all but taunted. you felt blessed when you saw seungmin's brown mop of hair, bobbing as he threw the ping-pong ball into the cup on the table. "take him home, will you?" you motioned to hyunjin, who was bouncing a stray ball on the table rather unceremoniously. seungmin raised a brow, "i thought you were driving?" you huffed, "yes. well — no, i-i mean, i was supposed to, but i've been drinking, so i can't." you spluttered. he nodded slowly in understanding, "don't worry, it's good you're finally letting loose." he smiled at you, before turning to hyunjin, "come on, you drunk."

and with that, you were alone once more. until you weren't. "are you playing in seungmin's place?" jisung asked you. he and you weren't exactly close, but you shared a few mutual friends and the same literary class a year back. you shook your head, a dopey smile on your face, "ah, no, sorry, i'm no good at beer pong." you explained with a small shrug. jisung gave you a quizzical look, "so what? c'mere, play with me and i'll show you," he moved to the side, giving you room to squeeze in. figuring you have nothing better to do, you press your side against his, noticing the way his free arm snakes around your waist. you had never been this close to him before, but he was actually quite cute. he had chubby cheeks, rounding out his face and making his eyes look even softer and bigger, his skin was bronzed and warm, and he had a habit of puckering his pink, round lips when he concentrated. once it was your turn, you scooped a ball in the palm of your hand and held it up to the opposing side's cups. they didn't have many left, but your team was still in the lead. jisung's hand wrapped around your wrist, helping you line it up with changbin and minho's two remaining cups, his fingers brushing against yours as he muttered in your ear how to throw it to ensure a win.

it was actually thrilling, watching the other team discuss the best technique to land a ping-pong ball into your cup, despite how boring you initially assumed it was. you felt your heartbeat quicken when they missed all three chances, now up to you and jisung to land their last cup. once more, he pressed himself into your back, feeling his bulge against your ass and his breath on the nape of your neck, the palm of his hand climbing up your extended arm, adjusting your position and murmuring words of encouragement in your ear. he gave you butterflies; intentionally or not, they were there and mixed with the alcohol in your system, you felt fucking invincible. when you actually landed the ball in their cup, you were overjoyed. you and jisung triumphed, holding onto each other and jumping frantically while changbin and minho groaned in dismay. jisung's lips were on yours. he was kissing you. and you kissed back. he was good at it, too, his lips were warm and wet from the beer. you broke apart, wide eyed and breath frantic.

"do you wanna dance?" jisung asked, his voice uncertain, breathy and so fucking cute. you weren't entirely sure, but you realised you had nothing else to do. shrugging, you took his hand in yours, "why not?" you smiled, noticing his black painted nails. it was hot, you couldn't deny that, your grip on his hand tightening at the thoughts running rampant in your borderline tipsy mind. he beamed, his round lips parting to let his white teeth peek through his pink mouth. the impromptu dance floor wasn't too far away, being in the centre of the house and surrounded by crowds of people. you couldn't tell what the song was exactly, but it had a latin feel to it, heavy on the electric guitar and fast paced, yet still erotic enough to get your body moving sensually. jisung stood behind you, his hands on your waist, pinky fingers touching the swell of your hips, holding onto you as you swayed from left to right, your own hands holding onto his arms, painfully aware of the curve of his bicep and the bulge of his veins.

you felt every inch of him, his toned chest flush against your back, his pelvis rocking into your ass each time you rolled and danced to the music. you twisted in his arms, face to face with each other, the both of you grinning like idiots, every sense of logic lost in his doe eyes, noticing the way his warm, bronze skin glowed in the dim lights. you let him sway you, your hands resting above his shoulders, not so subtly fondling his bicep muscles. his face angled down to look at you, his wet lips catching your eye, leaning into his already tiny bubble of space to press another kiss to his lips, in which he happily returned, his lips lining up with yours perfectly. as if on cue, the song ended, and the both of you were too spent to dance much longer.

despite kissing him, jisung didn't make anything awkward — it didn't feel awkward, either. it just happened in the heat of the moment, and the both of you were completely fine with that. there was no need to rush out embarrassed, nor to kiss him again and try making a night out of it. the two of you broke apart, going your separate ways, while you sat on the staircase to see if seungmin would come back. you hoped so, considering he was great company to have when around drunk people, and he left his jacket here, so you wanted to be sure he wasn't coming back when you took it home with you to return to him the following monday morning. "what the fuck was that about?" your head turned to see felix, hair in his face and an obvious frown on his lips. "what was what about?" you answered, eyeing him warily. he scoffed, rolling his eyes before looking back at you. "is this how you're gonna play it?" your brows furrowed at this, "i don't have time for this. communicate your feelings like a normal person or fuck off somewhere else." you turned away from him, focusing on the car pulling up outside, hoping it was seungmin. "why are you kissing and dancing with jisung?" felix asked pointedly, voice stern and unyielding. he had some fucking nerve. "because i can. is that all?" "no, that's not all! i thought we had something?" "no, we had sex. one time — two years ago, felix. i'm not yours and i never was."

the distance between the both of you shrank drastically, felix's frame towering over you as he looked down at you. a shiver crawled up your spine, unable to look away. "we'll see about that." you wanted to kiss him. you wanted to shut him up, make him want you the way you wanted him. instead, you shook your head and looked down, "you're too late, felix." you weren't trying to argue this time, your voice soft and certain. his body came into view, kneeling below you as if he were worshipping you, his eyes soft and his face inches away from yours. his hand cupped your chin, urging you to look up, which you did. "better late than never." he spoke, voice raspy and husky as he whispered like a prayer fell from his plump, sharply carved lips.

you leaned into him, your mouth by his pierced ear, just about brushing on the cool metal spiked earrings he wore. "felix," you breathed, completely taken by lust for him to think logically. fuck this party, fuck seungmin's jacket, and most importantly fuck felix. with the proximity, you heard his breath hitch and you saw the way the hair on the back of his neck stood up from your warm breath on his skin, a sharp contrast to the cool, silky black leather jacket he sported. "i know, love." he stood up, "c'mon, we're getting out of here." he walked down the few steps backwards seamlessly, making it look easy. your body was on autopilot, following felix out like a moth to light. he held the door open for you, watching with a triumphant smirk as you walked out the door, leaving the party behind you.

an involuntary shiver creeped up your spine once your body hit the chilly midnight air, goosebumps erupting on your skin and cringing at the feeling of the breeze passing through you. felix moved to stand in front of you, shielding you from the wind, shrugging off his jacket and guiding it on your shoulders, where it sat heavily. you could smell him on it, the musky scent of smoke and cinnamon on his leather jacket, making you crave him even more. his hand fell at your hip, guiding you to his sleek, black aston martin. you narrowed your eyes once you were seated comfortably, "where are we going?" you asked, pulling his jacket tighter around your body as the cold seats hit the bare skin of your legs. felix didn't even look at you, instead focusing completely on the deserted road, "nowhere," he answered, speeding up, feeling the engine purring in your body.

why did you fucking agree to this? is that all it takes to get you in a car? some deep voiced, australian man with a leather jacket and earrings? shame burned in your veins, along with a deadly shot of uncertainty and lust. if by some miracle you're not going to get murdered tonight, you're sure you're never talking to felix again: wrong number or not. you arrive at some abandoned parking lot, surrounded by hundreds of rows of empty car slots and concrete pillars. in the middle of the night. felix unbuckled your seatbelt for you, watching you silently. he wanted you to make the first move? that's new. "why did you bring me here, felix?" he turned away from you, his head tipping back to lean on the headrest, his face towards the ceiling, his black hair cascading down the sides of his head, kissing the tips of his ears while the hair at the nape of his neck curled inwards towards his collarbones. "i love the way you say my name." he muttered, the alcohol in his system causing him to slur more than usual, despite his lazy australian accent doing most of the work. he knew just what to say to make the words in your head die in your throat, mind vacant and fuzzy from the cadence alone of his sultry voice. god, you hated him.

he sighed slowly, "i drove you out here because i didn't want you at that party," felix's eyes lazily opened, staring holes into the interior's ceiling. "what?" you turned in your seat to face him, "why not?" you added, eyeing him intently, trying to read his body language. he was so aloof at the worst times, as if he intentionally wanted to confuse you, always leave you second guessing. felix took a deep breath in, "i was jealous of jisung." he admitted, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. your brows creased together in disbelief, "why are you jealous of jisung?" you pressed. felix turned to you, his hands falling on his thighs, spread so wide his knee was inches away from yours. "because it took him a few fucking kind words to get you sucking faces with him." he hissed, jaw clenched. you were left speechless. he huffed, exasperated, "you drive me crazy. you're fucking maddening," felix emphasised, sitting up straight in his seat. you rolled your eyes, "i'm so tired of this. i'm so tired of you!" the emotion was gathering in your voice, tears welling up in your eyes. "felix! you need to stop this. you're not in love with me, you just want to fuck someone and i'm the only girl still stupid enough to believe you a second time." your voice broke, furiously wiping the angrier tears from your eyes, refusing to compromise the mascara you carefully applied a few hours ago. "give it up. please, i'm tired of this. i can't do this again." you turned away from him, gaze moving to look out the window as if your view wasn't solid stone and concrete.

"then don't." you looked at felix, your body still. you watched him out of the corner of your eyes, hugging your middle as a way to console yourself. he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face, "it's hard talking to you about this. i always use the wrong words and i end up saying things i don't mean. i know that, so please give me a chance here. i'm trying.. so hard, to communicate with you, i fucking swear." you remained silent, moving your head to face him, otherwise unmoving. i'm not using you. i really, really like you. even when you'd take the book i returned to give me a late fee, even when you'd scoff and roll your eyes every time i spoke, even when you'd go against an opinion you believed just to disagree with me. even when you hate me, i like you so much it turns me into — this! you turn me into a rambling idiot. i don't hate you, and not a single bone in my body is trying to use you, or break your heart." felix took in a deep, shaky breath, preparing himself to say more; but you've heard enough. more than enough, actually.

your lips slammed into his, eyes squeezed closed, trying to convey everything you wanted to say to felix but couldn't through your kiss. you put most your weight onto your arm, in-between felix's thighs that were still spread wide, his hand gravitating to your hip once more. he didn't flinch, he didn't hesitate, he didn't even gasp. felix instead completely accepted you, his lips pressed against yours firmly, his warm, wet tongue tracing over your lip, getting a mouthful of your fruity lipgloss. it was messy, sandwiching felix's top lip with your own, taking your bottom lip into his hot mouth. it was teeth grazing against each other, nibbling on each other's lips, filling each other's mouths with needy groans, his noises infectiously ravishing on your tongue. his rosy lips parted, your tongue meeting his, the taste of vodka heavy on his tongue, and burning on yours, your wet lips gliding over his, noses bumping together as you leaned further into his relaxed, warm body, hypnotised by his scent. you breathed it into your lungs, adopting his own exhale as your inhale, letting him invade you entirely; your foggy mind still debating if that fact was heavenly or hellish.

it was hard to break apart, yet it had to be done, your chests heaving and your heartbeat frantic, glowing with lust and a sense of accomplishment. felix's fingers brushed against the curve of your throat, dipping as they followed the well of your collarbones, all the while staring at you in awe, his lips parted. "i've been fantasising about that for two years," his voice was breathy, husky and smoky all at once, having the same effect on you as a siren did a sailor. you laughed dryly, "i'm sure other girls have kissed you like that." your index finger tapped felix's bottom lip tauntingly, easily sliding on his wet lip, feeling the dip of where your teeth caught it under the pad of your fingertip. you felt him smirk, staring at you through half-lidded eyes and lust blown pupils, playfully pretending to bite your finger, your skin narrowly missing his white teeth. "i've kissed other girls, yeah," he admitted, a little too casually for your liking, a burning jealousy sizzling in your gut. "but none of them ever compare to you." he whispered, voice raspy and his accent so charming it made you swoon.

felix caught on that you were jealous, chuckling amusedly, "it's not like you haven't kissed other men." he cooed, thumb stroking the swell of your hip. your eyes rolled, unable to express your discontent in any other way. "that's different," you defended, your hand caressing his inky black hair. "why? because you did it to make me jealous?" felix leaned into your touch. "yes," you hummed, eyes widening, "um — i mean, no?" there was no way you salvaged that one. he didn't seem to mind, however, a playful smirk on his lips as he shook his head in disbelief. "you did it to make me jealous, because you know," he paused to kiss your wrist, purposefully leaving you in suspense, anticipating what he would say next. "you know no man can satisfy you like i do. not a million." you lifted an eyebrow, "really?" you tested, voice doubtful. "really." felix sounded sure of himself — completely certain, in fact. "prove it." you looked up at him through your lashes, challenging him with your gaze alone. his expression changed, grinning at you like a shark, the grip he had on your hip tightening significantly. 

he nudged his head in the direction of the backseat, an empty row of seats sitting silently in the dim light. without exchanging a word, you climbed around to sit there, looking at him expectantly. you weren't entirely sure what he was planning, but you wanted to see how far he would go with this, a morbid curiosity getting the better of you. felix came crawling back to you: literally, you watched as he slid into the seat next to you. "c'mere, sweetheart," he urged, staring you down as you mentally debated obeying him. despite having him before, felix had changed a lot since then, so much so he appeared like a different person to you; swapping out the cozy hoodies and relaxed demeanour for spiked earrings and leather jackets. it was as if time had just stopped working, the whole world still and silent, as if it was watching the both of you, awaiting your next moves wickedly. like everyone else had disappeared; and it was just the both of you there, as if felix was the only other person in the world besides you. he definitely looked at you that way — like he purely saw you, and nothing but you. maybe he always looked at you like that, even before you spent the night together.

shaking the thoughts out of your dazed mind, you crawled next to him and sat on his leg, your side pressed against his chest. you felt the damp slide of his scalding tongue across your skin. you felt the sting of his teeth, gliding across your throat. his touch was foreign, as if you had never felt him to begin with, comparing his touch to all those times you fantasised about him. you held your breath, heartbeat quickening and pounding against your ribcage as you felt the cold sting of his rings on your flesh, his hand on the small of your back and rounding out at your waist and hips, fingers groping the waistband of your underwear, his leather jacket still miraculously on your body. were you really doing this again? what if felix was only doing this because he knew he could? was he trying to get back at jisung? was jisung in on it? you tore your eyes away from felix, unsure about everything that had happened.

he noticed, "you okay?" he held you, tenderly, as if you'd shatter if a breeze caught you, his free hand cupping your cheek. fuck, you wanted him. you wanted him so desperately that you were easily turned into a babbling mess before him. "i hate you," your honeyed tone of voice was betraying you, brows pulled taut toward each other. "no, you don't," felix's tone was relaxed; far too nonchalant about the situation unfolding in front of him. it was all his fault, anyway. "i should," you turned your head to the side, burying it into his chest, refusing to show him the frustrated tears brimming at the edges of your eyes. "we'll see." you looked up at him, his actions mirroring yours by looking down at you, his brows raised expectantly. you took his bottom lip into your mouth, lips fitting together so perfectly you're surprised you're not made for each other, like a key fitting into it's lock.

felix's hands held you, pressing your chest into his eagerly, his kiss hungry and forceful, as if he had baited you into it. the palms of your hands found purchase on his toned shoulders, your mouth being invaded by felix's tongue, hot and forceful, painting your lips and mouth with his spit, sending shivers down your spine. he swallowed your whine, carnal and high-pitched. you felt felix's hands grope you, experimentally fondling the flesh of your ass in his palms, the feeling of his heartbeat against your skin maddening. felix was an erotic, mean kisser, pushing all he could give onto you as if he were trying to crush you. he released you, your mouth gravitating to his neck, felix squeezing you into him so flush you could feel his stiff, cold belt buckle against your abdomen. your teeth pressed into the warm skin of his tanned body, suckling his skin as if you were a vampire, drunk on his smoky, arousing cologne.

you released him, angling your mouth against the shell of his warm, blushed ear, "i want you," you whispered against him, pressing a needful kiss against the ball of his jaw. he shuddered, and not so subtly withdrew his hips in on himself as a way to conceal his erection, pushing through his jeans desperately. you giggled into him, your hand falling between his legs to paw at his bulge, smiling sinfully as you felt his cock twitch at the sensation, hearing him sighing pleased hums in your ear at the feeling. you pecked the side of felix's golden, tanned face, all the while breathless and yearning, happily observing felix as he reacted unashamedly to your touch. his hand caught on yours, bringing it up from his crotch, "i want you to feel good," he rasped, australian accent thick and catching on his low voice. you hummed in understanding, "i always feel good around you," you poured your heart out to him, your voice quiet and steady.

chuckling, he shook his head, "then, i want you to feel better than that," he mumbled, into your neck, his hand resting on your thigh. his hot breath ghosted your skin of your neck, your hair standing up, your spine straightening. you leaned into him, subconsciously grinding yourself on his leg, pressing your chest against his. "how good?" you murmured into his skin, unable to be content with your imagination alone, urging him to continue, watching as felix turned his shoulders to lean into you. "lay on your back, and i'll show you." there it was again. that delicious accent, the sultry voice, the filthy words, and that unfathomable arrogance. how could anyone in their right mind deny that?

you moved off of his leg and onto the opposite end of the seat, never taking your eyes off of his — not even once, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fought off a smile, anticipating what felix would do next. he turned to face you, on his knees, a devoted worshipper, his usually soft, expressive eyes now staring you down with an undeniably lustful, almost dangerous glint in his deep, brown eyes. you almost wanted to move away, but there was just something about felix that always left you wanting more. more of his teasing, of his kisses, of his cruelly smug grin when he caught you staring. if you wanted to stay level headed you should never let him cross your mind, always succeeding in making you compliant for him. you hated it: how easy he made it to submit to him, how easy it was to obey and please him, or let him please you. but it was addictive, so much so that it was maddening.

felix ran his hands up your thighs, your breath hitching at the contradiction between his burning hot skin and the icy stinging of his silver rings. felix inhaled sharply, eyes fixed on the blatant, vulgar wet patch of your underwear, solely existing because of him. and he knew, grinning arrogantly, wickedly at the sight. you could imagine how it looked to him, the girl that's hated you since you fucked her laying obediently in the backseat of your aston martin, her legs spread wide and her face burning hot, all because of you. he was probably celebrating his triumph right now, taking great pleasure in the sight before him. when you first fucked, he got to explore you, corrupt you and desecrate you. but this time, he gets to conquer you, overthrow you, and to dominate you. as sickening as it was, you felt downright degenerate for wanting it — more than anything, you wanted felix to fuck the hate out of you, to conquer it and defeat you.

a shiver ran down your spine, the cool air on your scalding cunt was frenzying, as you had to resist the urge to close your legs, effectively trapping felix between your thighs. nothing about him was gentle, he was all bruising kisses one your lower lips and teeth grazing against your clit, the pad of his thumb pressed against the hood of your clit, exposing more of the swelling nerve for him to take into his searing mouth, tongue flicking over it and his front teeth catching against it. you couldn't contain the whine that escaped your parted lips, which turned into a scowl when you felt the smirk between your legs, his stretching deliriously over your sopping cunt as your thighs trembled. his hands, fuck, his hands, fingers digging into your skin, holding your ass in the palms of his hands. it was all happening too fast, and then too slow, always changing his pace just to keep you guessing. his eyes were dark, obscured by the even darker hair in his eyes, his hands too occupied to brush it out of his face, the tip of his nose scrunched up as it bumped against your clit.

it was nothing if not brutal, sinful and so incredibly obscene. felix kissed your slit just as dirtily as he kissed you, staining you with his spit, shoving his blazing tongue into your hole earning a full bodied moan from you, only spurring him on further as he hummed smugly. he pulled away from your sex, leaning back onto his elbows, tipping his head back, his murky black hair falling in his eyes, on both sides of his face, behind his shoulders, neck on full display. you almost cried out, cursing at him for being so cruel, until you realised what he was doing. warm, thick spit drizzled between your legs, following the natural trail of your slit, your legs quivered. felix's long, hot tongue lapped up your arousal from top to bottom, gathering the taste of you on his tongue, savouring it with a smug grin that infuriated you. your hands clung to felix's hair, tufts of inky black hair sticking out from between your fingers from where you grabbed handfuls of his hair so aggressively you felt him groan into your cunt, the vibrations mimicking lightning searing up your spine.

he pulled away from your throbbing sex, chest heaving for air, his eyes falling to look at you with a devilishly conceited grin on his equally as conceited, stunning face. "y' think jisung can eat you out this good?" felix's voice was lower than before, cocky and arrogant and so annoyingly intoxicating. and you were helpless, intoxicated by the sweetness of his cruelty, tormented by his every touch. "no, i don't," you started, a pleased smile on your face at his smirk, "i think he could do better." you tightened your grip on his hair, savouring the way he grunted, his cock twitching at the feeling. "oh, sweetheart, you've no idea, do you?" felix cooed into your cunt, nipping at your inner thigh. your act slipped, "what do you mean?" you stammered, hips bucking into his touch. you felt felix shake his head, nose rubbing your clit side to side as he did so, "you got lucky having me be your first," he muttered nonchalantly, the flat of his tongue dragging lazily up your cunt, earning a squeal from your throat, "i taught him everything he knows." he spoke slowly, letting the weight of his words really settle. you hiked a leg up onto his shoulder, the inside of your knee snug above his shoulder blade, "and he's still better than you, lix."

something told you that you'd regret saying that.

your cunt fluttered at the feeling of felix's swollen lips on your ravaged hole, fucked nerveless by him. "maybe i should let him fuck you instead, and cut this short," felix thought out loud, prodding your slit with the pads of his fingers. you wanted to call his bluff, but from the way he was looking at you, and the way he was inching further away, you felt he wasn't bluffing. was he really that cruel? your hands pulled on his hair, urging him to look up to gaze into your eyes, noticing the way his eyes trailed from yours to your cheeks, your messy hair and the way your chest heaved with breathlessness. "felix, please don't. i.. i need you." you felt pathetic — begging for a man's touch like this. he made you feel so small, so meek. it was strangely invigorating, and you came crawling back to feel it each time, like an addict.

felix hummed, pleased. he returned between your thighs, "i thought so," he murmured, while you shivered involuntarily at the feeling of his warm breath dispersing on your sex. lust sizzles low in your gut, your eyes fluttering closed to keep the tears from flowing down your face, your thighs trying to close around felix as he sucked on your clit, open-mouthed and with vicious purpose. his hands tightened their grip on your skin, so intensely that it was sure to leave bruises once he was finished. your heart was heavy and intense, like a burning feeling inside of your ribcage, earning a loud gasp from your mouth, in awe at the skill felix possessed. you're only encouraged to get louder, to tremble harder by the way felix's tongue lapped up your slick, his lewd mouth scorching on your already feverish skin. it's so pornographic that you come alive, rolling your hips in his face eagerly as he tongue-fucks new life into you.

the wild glare in his eyes never faded, only intensified as time went on, his heavy brown eyes rolling into the back of his head as you bucked your sex into his face, legs tightening around him and tugging at the roots of his hair. felix fucked into nothing, rutting his hips in an attempt to appease the throbbing ache of his cock, spurred on by the carnal whines you let escape your throat, as well as the lewd squelching of spit and drool and cum bubbling in-between your sex and his pink mouth. the majority of felix's face was obscured by your cunt, but you could easily see the crease between his brows, put there by a mixture of frustration and concentration, as well as his long lashes, making his hair twitch each time his eyes flicked up to glare at you smugly. you essentially fucked your hips onto his mouth, crying out hysterically each time his tongue smothers the inside of your cunt vulgarly, back arching in a desperate attempt in following his deliciously talented mouth.

"'m close," you mewl, voice brittle and slurred, high and so needy you feel felix chuckle raptly into your sobbing cunt, tender from being fucked raw by felix's corrupt mouth. "hm, i know," he breathed, voice raspy and husky from his assault on your cunt. he moves from your sex, his pink, swollen lips glossy from your slit, slouched on his knees and calves from the sheer effort. he pants, desperate to catch his breath — his head lolling back and facing the ceiling, letting you watch as his adam's apple bobbed, licking his lips and savouring your taste on his lips. you could hear his groans, his chest panting slowly as he took in greedy gulps of air, his tanned, bronze skin shining in the dim lights outside of the car from the eager sheen of sweat on his skin. it's without a doubt the most pornographic, erotic thing you've ever witnessed, only spurring the arousal in your gut even further.

you shake your head, "please don't stop," your hands grope around to find felix's hands, giving them a squeeze to really deliver it. his eyes widened, his smirk growing bigger by the second, showing one side of his teeth first before the rest followed, peeking through his swollen, pink lips, the shadow on his cupid's bow becoming more defined as it curled into a wicked grin. he reached over to press a kiss to your lips, tongue sliding in your mouth the same way it slid into your hole: vulgarly and so lustfully, spreading your taste into your mouth. you hummed in delight, your hands finding purchase on his biceps, fondling the sturdy muscle beneath his blazing hot skin, mouth widening to whine into felix's mouth. he broke your hungry kiss, chuckling when you chased his lips, the back of his hand on your sternum to keep you down. "just remember whose name you're moaning," he muttered, teeth nipping at your hipbone as he sunk back between your thighs, one hand keeping a firm grip on your inner thigh to keep you from closing them, the other splayed in the juncture where your leg met your hip; affectionately stroking the feverishly warm skin.

he pressed an eager kiss to your swollen clit, your knees buckling when his tongue kitten licked the pearly bud, flicking the muscle all around your slit, his upper lip touching the base of his nose as he fucked you open-mouthedly, the top row of his teeth often catching on your clit. your thighs trembled, hips bucking into his mouth, your hands flying all over his toned back, once more entangling themselves into his inky black hair, fingers clutching at his silky hair so hard it hurt you, your fingernails digging into the palms of your hands. you don't doubt that felix is enjoying this more than you, groaning into your cunt unashamedly, drinking you in, savouring the taste of you on his tongue. something about his yearning for you makes you even wetter, your sex throbbing and your hole tensing, clenching around nothing, a dizzying burning feeling spreading all through your body. another pool of warm spit coats your cunt, courtesy of felix's smirking mouth, watching you unfold before him as he delivers you so deliciously close to your orgasm, tears prickling at your eyes and your vision going blurry, sobbing his name out so loudly that it tasted delightful on your tongue.

slowly, as if he were putting on a show, felix leaned back onto his calves, stretching, his body tight and sore from staying in that position for so long. he lifted his arms, fixing his disheveled hair, and rolling his shoulders, showing off his ab muscles, the waistband of his undone jeans slipping further down his waist. he spread his legs, further opening his fly, his clothed, hard cock catching your eye — a solid, firm bulge causing his boxers to stretch, his length straining to break free from the cloth. he shuffled closer to you, his ringed fingers tapping your bottom lip, "open up, love," he cooed. and with that voice, with that accent, you couldn't deny him, your lips slowly parting as you stared at him, loving the way his hair framed his face, all because of your own handiwork.

you watch as felix settles between your thighs, his sinful mouth gathering your orgasm on his equally as sinful tongue. it earns a squeal from you, back winding tighter and arching into him, muscles feeling like jelly as he caressed your spent cunt with his mouth. felix's eyes flickered up to watch you, his intense brown eyes still gleaming with desire, his hand petting your hair before taking a fistful into his palm, letting it weave between his fingers. felix strokes your puffy cunt tenderly, rising up to be level with you, leaning into your bubble, the pads of his fingers ghosting your bottom lip. taking it as a sign he wants you to open your mouth wider, you do just that, and you're quickly greeted with the profane sound of squelching in his mouth, felix's own lips parting as he lets spit drizzle out of his mouth and land on your tongue. you gasp, your cunt throbbing at the feeling, and especially at the sight of felix depositing his spit into your mouth, his lust-blown pupils obscured by his ebony, wispy hair, his eyes only decipherable by the way they reflected the light, otherwise hidden beneath his hair.

dipping a thumb into your mouth, the cool metal of his ring kissed the inside of your bottom lip, his warm digit carefully thumbing the mixture of your cum and your shared spit, spreading it onto your bottom lip, gleaming in the dim light. felix brought his thumb back to him, suckling on the pad of his thumb, the flat of his tongue lapping up what he took from your mouth; all the while maintaining eye contact with you. "don't swallow it, just keep it in your mouth, sweetheart," felix instructed, so casually that it shocked you, turning away from you to strip his shirt off of his body, allowing you to fully see his toned body. he did the same with his pants, already having gotten rid of both of your shoes, likely when he was giving you the best oral sex of your life. not that you'd actually admit that to him — felix was smug about it as is, he didn't need you to add to it. "c'mere," he muttered, as he threw his shirt into the front seat, turning his head to face you expectantly.

quietly, you crawled an inch closer to him, your knee touching his bare thigh. "strip for me," felix watched you through his lashes, through his messy black hair, pressing a kiss to your lips. your hands shrugged his jacket off of your body, showing your back to him, hoping he catches on. he does, thankfully, and unzips your dress, pressing a bruising kiss to the base of your neck, giving your skin goosebumps. you heard felix chuckle at the sight, his sultry voice making the hair on the back of your neck stand up in protest, his warm breath fanning your clammy skin. you let your dress hit the floor of the footwell with an inaudible 'thump', while moving to face him once more. felix greeted you with a grin, eager eyes falling to your naked body and greedily lapping up the view before him.

"open," felix tapped your lips, gaze trained completely on them and nothing else. you felt your heart skip a beat inside of your chest. you parted your lips, your hand holding his wrist as he held your face in his hand, a tender notion with a harsh grip. your tongue came out of your mouth, sitting adjacent with your bottom lip as you watched him with curious, insatiable eyes. the pad of felix's thumb collected the wetness on his finger, spreading it onto your lips lewdly. you drew in a breath, sharply, in awe of his forwardness, eyes fluttering closed as felix's hair tickled the side of your cheek, his pink tongue peeking out from his mouth to lap up the spit on your tongue. you could feel the drool pooling in the back of your mouth, lips shiny and glistening the same way felix's were, inflicting fleeting kisses onto your mouth. it was sensual, felix was slow — deciding to take his time as he savoured the taste, tracing over your tongue, your lips, your teeth, everything you had to offer, felix gratefully savoured it in some wild, primal way, without restrain or decorum.

he moved away from your mouth, lips parted and chest rising and falling like rhythmic waves as his lungs gasped for oxygen. your hands clung to his figure, holding his arms, shoulders, face — anything you could get your hands on. you couldn't hold enough of felix in your eager hands. "i hate you," you say, hands wrapping around his neck as you pull him into you. your lips slam against his, as you kiss him again and again and again, trapped in a frenzy of wanting him — of needing him. and felix kisses you back each time, just as hungrily and just as deeply. his hand gropes your thigh, fingers clenching a bit too tight around your skin, fondling the flesh of your ass as you rut into every inch of him, delirious and drunk off of his electrifying touch. the car windows fog up entirely with your aggression, obscuring and stilling the outside world around you, as if you and felix shared your own world for as long as you remained in his car.

your hand falls in-between his thighs, feeling his heavy, clothed cock in the palm of your hand. felix groans into your mouth, his hips involuntarily bucking to chase your hand, desperately chasing the pleasure you bestowed onto him. "wanna taste you, felix, please?" you ask, breathless and so pathetically it makes felix's cock twitch in excitement. he nods, "of course, love," his fingers hook the waistband of his boxers, letting you claw at the cloth as he dragged it down his legs, kicking them off carelessly. you're not even ashamed that your eyes immediately soak up felix's cock, carefully taking him in your hand as the pad of your finger traces up his slit, smearing the precum that sticks to your skin all over his leaking head. from the proximity you hear him bite back a moan, his breath hitching and his abs trembling, eyes screwing shut as he allows himself to get so, so lost at your touch. you pull your hand away, licking the precum on your finger, spreading the taste throughout your mouth, leaning into his cock to taste more.

there was an obvious blush on his face, felix's cheeks and ears burning as you flattened your tongue to lick from the base of his cock to the very tip, filling your mouth with his taste. he was warm; so incredibly warm that you thought you'd catch fire from simply being so close to him. you take an inch of him into your wet mouth, your drool mixing with his precum as your tongue explored felix's heavy cock, sitting proudly in your mouth, your finger ghosting over the blueish veins poking through his cock, spanning the entire length of him, from his head to his hilt, you traced them and fondled him and appreciated every inch of him.

you were losing yourself in the task, and just as you realised that, felix's hands wound into your hair, tugging you away from his neglected cock that was in desperate need of release, by the roots of your hair. your eyes met his, "i don't wanna come if it's not inside of you," felix's voice was husky, low and full of breathlessness, his australian accent making it seem like he slurred the words out, and it was so sexy you mindlessly agreed to whatever it was he said. you kissed his throat, body trembling in excitement, your lips pressed so hard into his warm skin that you were convinced you'd bruise him. you wanted your kiss to bruise, you wanted your touch to linger on his tanned skin long after this night, and whenever he touched the tender spot on his skin, his heart would swell with the memory of you and this night you spent together.

"then fuck me," you murmured, teeth nipping at his skin. "put my jacket back on and i'll fuck you however you want it, love." felix smirked, kissing your jaw to sweeten the deal. it was a strangely possessive request, but you couldn't deny that it excited you. it didn't take long to find it, and you let felix carefully put it onto your body, guiding your hands and arms through the cold material of the leather, his scent still overwhelmingly present on the jacket. the next thing you know, your back was pressed flush against the seats, felix hovering above you with a teasing smile on his face, his throat pink and bruising, his hair a fluffed up mess and his naked chest glittering with sweat. felix's lips were on your throat, then the well of your collarbones, and then on where your fluttering heart resided. "try not to scream too loud," he teased, licking the base of one of your breasts, his hand securing your thigh in place, fingers just about brushing your swollen clit. a gasp escaped your lips when you felt felix's head rut against your slit, gathering the slick leaking from your entrance as he did so. you unfolded into his touch, your hands wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him closer to you, eager and so, so desperate.

too slowly for your liking, felix's cockhead enters you, sinking the rest of his length just as slowly into your sopping wet cunt. you cry out his name in the dark, so loudly that the air between the both of you could start a fire, catching on your red hot passion and igniting like the fireworks behind your eyes, in your veins and buried deep within your tender heart. your fingernails dig into his skin, trying to steady yourself as felix's cock buries into your fluttering, needy sex, as felix fucks the air out of your lungs, stretching you out so deliciously you see white spots in your vision. he was everything you dreamt about and beyond — he was so much better than your brain could ever imagine, he was so much better than your memory could ever recall.

you and he blur into each other, your skin sticking together and his cock buried so deep into you that it excited your whole being. felix pushed himself inside of you until he reached his hilt, greeting you with a burning, sharp and downright filthy sensation in your cunt, sizzling into your gut. your pelvis flush against his as your hips rutted against his length, eager to feel him fuck into you. you swear you hear ringing in your ears, eyes squeezing shut as to not overwhelm yourself. you moved like you were magnetic; when felix inched forward, you mirrored him, and when he rutted into you, you rutted right back, your hips meeting his as you chased the feeling you're sure you could get drunk on.

with every inch felix sank into your sex, you realised you had been craving this for weeks, months, years. as soon as felix stopped touching you, your body was trapped in an endless cycle of want; you wanted him so desperately that you despised him for not touching you, or laying next to you. and it was only now, two years later, were you finally being fed what you were starved for, and it tasted exquisite. you were tired of playing cat and mouse, tired of pretending you didn't fantasise about felix's touch, tired of pretending that night was a mistake, when it was actually one of the best decisions of your life, and now you were finally getting the opportunity to relax into felix, his touch like an electrifying poison. one that made all the thoughts swarming in your head melt into his name, one that made all your grudges and aspirations pause as you fully took all of him in. and you were intoxicated by his poison, by his sweet cruelty, so much so that your hands squeezed his skin, pushing felix into you as if you couldn't bear to part.

the sounds of your feverish, sensual moans collided with one another, each desperate sound louder than the other, melting into each other to create such a beautiful medley of sound. felix pulled most of his length out of you, taking that gloriously filling heat with him, and when he rolled his hips back into your cunt you let out such a loud whine sitting at the top of your throat that you nearly missed the vulgar squelch of your shared arousal being fucked back into you. when felix speaks your name, disguised as a primal groan from his mouth, he speaks it like a prayer, like he found a new religion in his throat, cradling it in-between your bodies like it would shatter any second.

you gasped when felix's girthy cock stretched you open at the same time his head rocked into your cervix, your cunt fluttering around his length as your thighs tensed wildly. "you're so perfect, fuck.." felix all but moaned, tightening the grip he had on your thigh, to which you rewarded with another needy, throaty whine. "y'think jisung could fuck you the way i do? hm?" he was rambling at this point, maddened by the feeling of your dripping sex greedily clenching his cock. one of your hands climbed his toned shoulder to the base of his neck, groping for a fistful of his ebony, silky hair as you clutched onto him for dear life, as he railed what felt like the breath out of you. a desperate, mindless cry tore from your lips when felix slapped your clit, puffy and slippery, your back arching off of the seat below you and into his middle. "i expect you to answer me when i talk, love."

was he not as mindless as you? was he not brimming on the edge of his orgasm? gathering as much strength as you possibly had left, you feebly hummed in agreement, "nobody can fuck me like you, felix. no one, especially not jisung," forming a full sentence was challenging, having to speak through your moans and cries and ignore the glorious pleasure felix hammered into you, again and again. his dark, lust-blown eyes glitter with pride and satisfaction, his orgasm gnawing at the fire in his gut. with every crazed, rhythmic slam of his hips into yours, your body trembles harder each time. "funny, how desperate he wanted to fuck you tonight," felix interrupts himself with a viciously loud groan, his head seemingly rolling off his shoulders entirely, "but instead the one making you feel this good is me." he hissed, free hand clinging onto the headrest to his left, knuckles turning white at the sheer force he used to grab onto the plush seat.

you agreed, nodding your head frantically, delirious and eager to please him. "just you, felix." you cried, thigh wrapping around his waist to cage him in, "only you," you added, softer, quieter, despite the strength felix used to mercilessly fuck into you. your entire body trembled, your cunt squeezing his filling cock as tightly as it could, head tipping back and fingernails clawing at felix's toned back, muscles pulled taut as he tensed with his own orgasm, your hands above his spine, arms wrapped desperately around him as if he was your anchor in a sea of raging storms. your blood was quick and insistent in your body, your heart quicker and frantic. it felt as if everything stopped for a moment, suspended in a time loop of a few seconds, the only thing cementing you to real life was felix. his panicked cry, the way his hips fiercely and furiously rutted into you as cruelly as his body could muster, until you couldn't tell where you stopped and he started.

he buried his teeth into the crook of your neck, winding inwards on himself as his heavy cock shot ropes of thick, scorching hot cum inside of you, so vehemently you thought you'd split in two, sobbing his name out like he would save you. you felt his cock throb from deep within you, and you felt the tremble of your torso as you struggled to accommodate any more of him. your orgasms came flooding out of your cunt, in the shape of a milky white ring that clung around the base of felix's cock like a halo. salt invaded your mouth, plaguing your tongue with your euphoric tears, tormented hands clutching felix so harshly you heard the wild groan escape his pink, sex-swollen lips. you lied there in unison, catching your breath and reluctant to part.

felix pulled out of you, slowly, all too aware of your tender, throbbing sex. he sat comfortably onto the seat, hand absentmindedly stroking your thigh to console you and coax you out of that post-orgasmic haze. once you gathered your bearings and stopped seeing stars in your vision, you carefully moved over to him, letting felix hold you so softly in his arms that you felt as fragile as he saw you. in the dark, you lay together, breathing and hearts beating slower with every thump in your chest, and it was more intimate than any second you spent fucking.

[aishangotome]

[Gilbert] Choose Your True Love: Part 2

Part 1

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Gilbert: You... might die?

The blood drained from my face at the outrageous announcement made with a refreshing smile.

Emma: W-Why?

Gilbert: Because you've caught the Emperor's eye.

Gilbert: Do you know about him?

Emma: ...I've heard rumors.

Gilbert: Then you should understand. That man's hobby is killing people.

Gilbert: I think they'll be here soon.

Before I could ask "What?", a part of the ceiling suddenly fell down.

(Huh?!)

Several men fell through the gaping hole.

They were all dressed in simple black clothes, their faces covered with cloth.

In their hands, they held swords with unfamiliar shapes, and they exuded a sharp murderous aura, though not as much as the Emperor.

Emma: I can't believe this, but...

Gilbert: They're the Emperor's personal special assassination squad.

Gilbert: While I was out of the room, they were busy doing some handiwork on the ceiling.

Gilbert: I'm amazed at how much free time they have. They should spend their time on something more useful.

Emma: ...Who are they here to assassinate...?

Gilbert: Us, of course. Who else could it be?

Emma: "Us"?

Gilbert: Heh... They're fast, aren't they? Did he give the order the moment we parted ways?

(...He's insane.)

Gilbert didn't seem surprised by the sudden visitors, and he drew the sword he had been wearing under his mantle.

(He used to carry a sword.)

Gilbert: If you run around like a chicken with its head cut off, you'll really die, so be prepared.

(Gulp...)

Gilbert: Roderich.

Roderich: I'll take care of it.

Roderich, who seemed to have been waiting in the corner of the room, rushed into the assassination squad with a sword in hand.

This might be the first time I've seen him, Gilbert's close aide, fight so seriously.

(It's like a small war.)

The opponents seemed to be quite skilled, as some of them slipped past Roderich and came towards us.

Gilbert dodged their silent attacks, swung his sword, and blood splattered.

Emma: ...Ah...

The Gilbert I knew used a gun, but he didn't seem to have one now, as he painted the room with blood using only his sword.

Neither Gilbert nor Roderich hesitated to kill.

I was reminded of something I don't usually feel - that we live in different worlds.

(...This is nothing like the Obsidian I know.)

The cruel scene drained the warmth from my body, leaving me cold and frozen.

As I hugged my shivering body, Gilbert suddenly put something over my head.

I realized it was his coat when I smelled the familiar scent of medicine.

Gilbert: I told you not to run, but you don't have to watch.

Gilbert: You'll break.

(............)

Only my vision was blocked; my ears and nose were still keenly aware of the battle.

I couldn't bring myself to take off the coat.

How much time had passed since then?

The sounds ceased, and an eerie silence fell over the place.

Finally, I made up my mind and tried to take off the coat, but suddenly my feet left the ground.

Emma: Wah!

Gilbert: Stay put.

(Am I... being carried somewhere?)

Gilbert: Well, that was a disaster.

Finally, my feet touched the floor.

-

Gilbert took the coat off my head and put it back on himself.

Thanks to his black military uniform, I couldn't see any blood, but he smelled the same as the Emperor.

Emma: ...Are you alright?

Gilbert: Hm?

Emma: Are you hurt...?

Gilbert: Oh, no. They were just inexperienced assassins in training, even if they were a special forces unit.

Gilbert: You can't survive in Obsidian if you can't kill at least that much.

Emma: ...

Gilbert: That look on your face... Was that your first time seeing something like that?

Emma: Yes... I live in Obsidian, but I've never seen an assassin before...

Gilbert: Really?

Emma: Is it... a daily occurrence?

Gilbert: Yeah, it's a daily routine.

(Daily...)

Gilbert: It's been happening especially frequently lately.

Gilbert: Maybe the Emperor is holding a grudge against me for voicing my opinion about the Rhodolite invasion the other day.

Gilbert: He loves to chop off the heads of people who oppose him.

(No way...)

It sounded like a joke, but after actually facing the Emperor, I understood.

He's a monster in human skin, and that fact has seeped into my bones in a short amount of time.

(...Come to think of it, Gilbert's mother and brother also opposed the Emperor...)

Gilbert: Heh... You blocked his path too, didn't you?

Gilbert: We're the same. That's why I think you were targeted.

Emma: ...

(I finally understand why Gilbert in the past is always on edge.)

(And also...)

When I looked up at his face from up close, I saw dark circles under his eyes.

It might be difficult for him to even sleep properly right now.

Emma: ...Gilbert--

The moment I reached out my hand, a deathly scream shook the window.

(What now?)

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[whosthere54]

- A room with a view -

—————

They were pacing, the sound of their footsteps echoing when their shoes hit the quartz supports of the cell vs the dull noise the obsidian brought.

Their wound healed, mostly. It hurt, it burned and whenever they spoke or moved their face it pulled it wrong. Though it wasn’t bleeding anymore, so that had to be something.

Their bed had glitched to a pillow and two blankets, table to quartz, various blocks of obsidian beginning to crack and cry and *drip.*

The sound drove them crazy, the barely there but so loud in the silence drip drip drip drip drip-

They sunk to the floor. They made sure they were *away* from the potion dispenser (they don’t think they can handle more potions or shattered glass) and so that they weren’t under the crying obsidian.

They tried to stretch their wings out from here. They were so *stiff* and it *hurt* and when they stretched them out too many feathers fell out to be healthy. But they tried anyway. They made it so the tips touched either side, feathers barely brushing the obsidian before they pull them back close because *gods it shouldn’t hurt that bad to stretch their fucking wings-*

They let out and angry noise. Something between a sigh and a sharp trill. They pull their knees to their chest, tail resting on their feet and wings pulled tightly around them. They reach to tug at the place their hair had gotten caught into the piston foot, leaving pieces uneven and shorter than the *too long* their hair became in there.

A piece of obsidian cracks above them, drip drip dripping onto their head. They whine, pulling their wings tighter around themself. They *hated* the crying obsidian. Normal was fine, it was okay it was fine but Crying obsidian sucked.

It made too much noise and it dripped cold and caused the cell to become stuffy and damp and *cold*

(Maybe they blame it on that and not the holes in their jacket. Not the weight they’d lost. Not the fact that their bed had glitched into blankets now *damp*. Not that it constantly rained and maybe it was dripping through their underground cell. Not the fact that their wings couldn’t provide warmth anymore)

They moved their gaze to the bars.

The *fucking* bars. They think they almost would’ve preferred it if they were in a solid box vs being able to see the people on the other side.

See the expressions of *pity* (it wasn’t pity. Concern and Sadness, grief, regret, anger, and love- not pity. Never pity.)

If they had to hear Rae tell them that they could be fixed, that they had to be fixed, one more time they think they’ll go insane.

If they have to hear the apologies and regret and anger from the people on the other side. If they had to see more things come from the dispenser- more flowers more things more food- they may scream.

They hated it. They hated all of it, all of the kid words and pity items. (They wished it were anger. Anger was familiar, it was constant they could *deal* with *anger* they didn’t know how to deal with whatever this was-)

They burned more flowers. They burned all of the items they’d been given. They didn’t *need* them they didn’t *want* them they just needed Rae and Athena and everyone else to leave them the *fuck* alone.

A failure like them deserved to be alone. Deserved to be stuck, deserved to *not* be fixed.

A failure like them should be trying to make up for it. But they didn’t care anymore. They were alone.

They deserved to be alone.

Being alone was good. It was safe it was comforting.

They couldn’t get hurt if they were alone.

(But they couldn’t do anything *right* if they were alone either.)

[honey-minded-hivemind]

⚔Wouldn't You Like🏛 AU, The Gods of Genosha, Krakoa, and the Human Kingdoms:

Charles Xavier/Cerebro: one of the kings of the gods, is the god of the mind and learning, can control minds, influence thoughts, heal inner pain, cause hallucinations, and puppeteer others; has a moving throne of metal and stardust; sometimes wears a helmet with an X on it; is married to Erik/Magneto, the other king of the gods; his symbols include: twined branches, mourning doves, ravens, and peridots, jades, and emeralds...

Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto: the other king of the gods, is the god of metals and justice, can control any metal, make anything from metal, is immune to certain powers, can manipulate iron in the blood, and uses metal to summon or throw lightning; has a helm of metal, a cape of silver, and usually his face is unseen; is married to Charles/Cerebro, one of the kings of the gods; his symbols include: shields, helmets, crossed spears, eagles, and titanium, iron, and silver...

Ororo Munroe/Storm: is the goddess of all weather as well as motherhood, can summon any kind of storm (snow, sand, thunder, etc.), can control lightning and the winds, can make the sun shine or make it rain; has a cape/cloak of clouds, hair of mists, and fastenings of gold; her symbols include: clouds, raindrops, lightning bolts, cranes, and blue/yellow topaz, aquamarine, and diamond

Raven Darkholme/Mystique: goddess of trickery, deceit, and secrets, can turn into any person or animal, is able to spy in any form, and is the wife of the minor goddess Destiny, who sees the future; appears naked, but is always blue, wears a belt and loincloth of white or black silk, sometimes a top of white or black; her symbols include: blue snakes, blue moons and stars, tragedy/comedy masks, and sapphires and garnets...

Logan Howlett/Wolverine: god of the wilderness and protection, as well as small woodland predators (ex. wolverines, badgers, foxes, wolves, coyotes, etc.), can go into a berserker mode, has six sharp, gleaming claws of poisonous metal, can take on an army of hundreds of soldiers, can bring out the protective side of others, can make a person become like an animal; wears a jacket or coat of brown leather, and pants or a loincloth of faded blue or black; is the brother of the older (and dual) god of nature and the wild, Victor/Sabretooth; his symbols include crossed claws or swords, badgers and wolverines, and howlite, hawk's eye, and jasper

Victor Creed/Sabretooth: dual god of nature and the hunt, as well as large predators (ex. smilodons, tigers, lions, bears, etc.), can fall into berserker mode, lives by his instincts, can drive men into insane rage/bloodlust, can destroy an entire kingdom barehanded, is also a god of protection; is the older brother of Logan/Wolverine, the autumn side of nature to his winter; wears large furred coats and jackets, or loincloth of golden or brown; his symbols include: tigers, lions, fanged skulls, curved, clawed footprints, and tiger's eye, amber, and gold + pyrite...

Hank McCoy/Beast: god of science, teaching, medicine, and literature, possess great strength of body and mind, knows the secrets of medicine, has scrolls and stone tablets of ancient texts, has taught medicine and shared written language with kingdoms past, and is both a lover and a fighter; is fluffy and dark blue/indigo, has little need for cloths, but will wear dark blue/black pants or cloths; his symbols include: gorillas, lions, scrolls, quills, medicinal herbs, and labradorite, obsidian, and turquoise...

Kevin Sydney/Morph: deity of cunning, mirth and merriment, comedy and tragedy, and change, can take any form and any power, can cause madness, is a master trickster, tends to help down-on-their-luck mortals; is a good friend of Logan/Wolverine; wears a cloth/toga, can be naked or covered in a jacket or clothes, usually in shades of brown, yellow, or blue; their symbols include: chameleons, vipers, butterflies/moths, caterpillars, masks, and opals, color-changing sapphires/garnets, and pearls

(They all had once trained and given a gift/blessing (a mutation) to Reader, but after The Fight, they rarely speak of them... no one can ever speak ill of Reader in their presence or where they can hear, lest they earn the wrath of any of them... they try to be better mentors (read: parents) to the new demigods...)

[violettduchess]

A/N: This is an entry for my and @lorei-writes Shapes of Love creation challenge. It was originally a spicy holiday prompt that I retooled a bit.

This fic's type of love: Eros with a touch of Mania

Gilbert x Reader

WC: ~1k

It is your first ball in Obsidian, the first ball since you made the decision to leave Rhodolite behind and remain here, at Gilbert’s side. Your nerves are tangled, electric under your skin. You want to make a good impression on those you know he works closely with. Or those he has a close eye on. You’re no longer a foreign guest but have been declared his consort, a position of considerable power. You hope tonight, at the winter ball, you will be able to earn the respect of those who may still be skeptical of the union.....well, secretly skeptical since you know Gilbert would have the head of anyone who dared even breathe a word against you.

You take a deep drink from your glass of chilled wine, reminding yourself that this is a celebration. It is Obsidian's final embrace of winter in all its beauty in the face of an encroaching spring. And you have done your best to dress for the occasion. Turning, you face the full-length iron-wrought mirror that leans against the wall of your dressing room. Your gown is a confection of black lace overlaying soft, shimmering silver. Black gloves, so fine they are almost transparent, stop just beyond your elbows and the smooth skin of your shoulders is bare. Black roses hang from your ears and your hair is pinned up by the pearlescent hair combs shaped like crescent moons that Gilbert gifted you the evening you told him you were staying. A wide, black silk ribbon is tied around your neck, hiding the dark blossoms left by his insistent mouth this morning. If anyone could see underneath the voluminous skirt of your beautiful dress, they would notice matching love-bites in almost symmetrical rings around your thighs and hips. 

You’re just smoothing down the bodice when the door to the room opens and Gilbert, a vision in black and gold, steps in, the crisp, chill scent of winter following him wherever he goes. And although many would think you insane, you find yourself smiling at his presence. “There you are.” You fuss a moment with one of your hair clips, adjusting it ever so slightly. “I hope you like the dress? I know the tailor made it according to your design and I think she did an excellent job. But I know you’re very particular….”

You glance at him through the mirror and your words wither and die, dropping like fallen petals. It takes you a moment to recover, your voice and breath robbed by what you see. He has not said a word. He has not moved a centimeter since entering. His leather-gloved hand is still wrapped around the golden handle of the closed door. But there is hunger clearly etched into every line of his tensed body. It flickers in the deep red of his eye, a flame born the moment he entered. Slowly, oh so slowly, he lets go of the door handle and crosses the brocade carpeting towards you.

……why is your heart fluttering so recklessly in your chest, a butterfly trapped under crystal glass, erratic and beautiful and wild….

He comes to a stop behind you, staring into the mirror at your reflection. His gloved hands slide up your bare arms, up until they rest on your shoulders. There is possession in his tight grip, something dancing the border of discomfort as he drinks in the sight of you, held in place by the press of his fingers.

“Oh Häschen….this won’t do.” One hand slides up higher still, his fingers curling around the sensitive nape of your neck. His head tilts to one side, regarding the reversed image of you both in the glass. “You can’t go out there, like this.” He lowers his head, catching the tip of your ear with his sharp, white teeth before whispering. “This sight is for me and me alone.” His voice drips with dominion, rasps with barely-reined in restraint. Your chest rises and falls with every shallow breath, pressing against the black lace of your gown's sweetheart neckline. 

He watches you for a moment, drinking in the paradox of your body, so perfectly still in his grasp and yet beneath the surface, chaos. Your blood courses frantically through your veins, pumped by a heart gone wild, lungs gone turbulent. Leaning against your back, he reaches around, holding his hands in front of you and very slowly removes one soft black leather glove. You’re hypnotized by the revelation of each lithe finger.

“Maybe…..”, he murmurs, tossing the glove aside where it falls listlessly to the floor, “Yes…maybe like this….” And you feel the cool kiss of his fingers touch the ribbon at your neck. It comes undone, a snake unwinding. Gilbert wraps it around his wrist as he thoughtfully studies the marks he left upon your skin this morning, in the gray, predawn light of his bedroom. “Like this, you are marked as mine. Maybe it would not make a difference who lays eyes on you if this is the first thing they see.”

He truly sounds like a man puzzling out a problem. Your mouth goes dry at the thought of being so brazen in front of all of Obsidian’s nobility and important citizens. Heat blossoms in your body, rises to your cheeks as you realize the idea of showing the world how he claimed you…is not unpleasant.

He can see the way your skin flushes, the gleam in your eyes and his breath catches in his chest where something hard and hot is born. “No….”, he whispers savagely, his blazing eye holding your gaze as captive as his hands are your hips. “No one else gets this. You are not meant to be seen looking like this by anyone else.” He has solved his puzzle.

The world shifts as you are gathered into his arms, held by a strength fueled by desire, by infatuation, by greed. He carries you away from the door with its golden handle, deeper into the shadows of the dressing room, towards the black velvet chaise longue in the back corner where he lays you down, covers you with his long body, his mouth already hungrily claiming yours, swallowing any protests you may try to make about waiting guests and making appearances. 

Soon you won't have enough breath to even attempt forming words. All that you will be able to do is give in to the furious storm of his desire, bending like a reed under his voracious touch, his endless onslaught of exquisite, stinging kisses. 

The ball, the guests, your beautiful new gown soon to be pooled on the floor in a heap of black lace and silver….all willingly, wantonly, blissfully forgotten.

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[bleue-flora]

pandoras vault has damaging floors yet c!drunz chooses to live there, theyre insane

[context]

Are you just finding this out now?… pretty sure the floor is one of the least crazy things about them chilling in the prison lol. Though I should mention a couple things, 1) I imagine Dream not having shoes or thick clothes (or armor) in the cell to protect himself from the hard sharp edges of the obsidian, especially the poor soles of his feet, which is part of what makes it so terrible. And 2) Dream has a bed after incarceration and stuff so he does have reprieve from the hard surfaces, in the same way my floor is wooden looking tile on top of concrete. If I’m walking around and such a lot, my feet begin to hurt but I also have relief in form of carpets, sitting down in plush furniture or putting on slippers or shoes. The problem with the cell is he doesn’t have many places to go to escape the hard surface so his body is constantly feeling the force of his own weight repelling back into him. The best he can do is go on the chest (which I just realized is blocked by the glowstore rip) or lectern, where the wood will likely bend under his weight a bit reducing that force, and the water hole which reduces the force of his weight due to buoyancy. Additionally, the fact that many people on the server have likely less than comfortable houses (floors), like Fundy’s who original secret base was a cave, is notable. Though to be fair I guess stone is still better than jagged glass lol...

[winged-self-indulgence]

Sacrifice!MC where I blinked and suddenly I had 1.7K words of whatever this is. I am definitely going to edit this later

It was dark, wherever you were. Wherever those masked cultists had brought you.

Shadows hid the dilapidated surroundings, held back only by the truly impressive array of Bath and Body Work candles and the scarce moonlight shining in through the shattered roof. Still, it was barely enough to illuminate the room you were in, but you could tell what it was. Or at least, what it used to be: the remains of an old church chapel. A burned-out husk of its former saving glory, with broken statuettes of angels strewn across the floor and the disfigured images of saints left dangling on the soot-stained walls. What little stone that hadn’t been obscured by decades of ash and grime was completely covered in layers of fresh graffiti. Pentacles, upside down crosses, magic staves, someone’s brave attempt at an ouroboros encircling a moon. Whatever cult had taken you; they clearly hadn’t been at this very long.

You strained against the ropes binding your arms to the corners of the low altar, but they held. Your fingers were bruised raw from struggling to untie the knots, but every time you felt the loops give one of the cultists would march over and redo them with a sort of nervous efficiency. Eventually you’d given up, vowing to at least wait until they left. Even if you’d managed to escape, you didn’t fancy your odds against five other people. Especially when one of them was holding a knife.

It was a strange instrument, a scarlet blade jutting out from an obsidian-black hilt. There was a pommel at the end that looked as though something had been carved onto it. Though you were wary of the blade, it didn’t seem like they were planning on killing you with it. You’d heard something about a sacrifice, demonic affinity, and yadda yadda unlimited wealth, insane riches, convincing their ex to get back together, etc. etc.

So, these clowns, whoever they were, planned to leave you tied up in this gross place as a snack for some demon? Fuck that. As soon as these weirdoes were gone you planned on getting out no matter what, even if you had to chew your bindings off. That still didn’t stop the thrum of panic when the one with the knife ran its edge over your throat and added your blood to the strange symbol encircling the stone slab. Finally, they called out for something in clumsy Latin while the other four made low humming sounds that reminded you more of being in a yoga class than at the center of a diabolical summoning ritual.

Perhaps they didn’t want to stay and watch you get eaten (cowards. At least commit to the experience). Perhaps leaving you was part of the rules. Regardless, soon you were alone in the dark and about to resume your struggle when one of the candles in the corner flickered. You froze, heartbeat ratcheting up when the flame sputtered once, twice, and then died.

As though that was a signal, every single candle in the room began to die. One by one, a cascade of inky blackness and scented grey smoke invaded the temple. You stared up at the ceiling, trying to force yourself to stay calm, to breathe normally. There had to be a reasonable explanation for this. Maybe it was the wind-

You gave yourself a mental slap before the thought could complete itself. That was literally how people died in horror movies!  

“Ha, it worked!”

You shrieked at the strange voice, eyes promptly darting to the source whereupon another scream began to build up in your throat. Up in the rafters crouched a monstrous creature, all red skin and short horns that curled up into pronged tips. Black, bat-like wings stretched upwards, partly blocking the moon. A nasty snarling smirk curved across its thin mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth and a line of drool dripping from the corner.

The creature jumped down, landing right at the side of the altar, salivating at your prone form while your mind struggled to make sense of this impossibility. You flinched away from the taloned hands, grimacing in disgust when the – demon? Demon – stuck out a slimy tongue and dragged it up the side of your face as though it were savoring you.

“Stupid little humans,” they cackled. “So ready and willing to believe anything from a creature they don’t even understand. If all it takes is a few empty promises, I’ll soon have legions of human servants willing to sell their souls to me–!”

“Ah, I wondered what was going on.”

Like a radio being switched off, the demon above you went silent. No, they literally froze in place. Terrified as you were, an irrepressibly curious part of you couldn’t help but crane your neck as far as the ropes would allow in order to peek behind them and see who was speaking.

They…looked normal. A tall, masculine frame draped in relatively casual clothing. Chestnut brown hair covered most of their face, fading into mahogany at the edges, and revealing only a pair of plump lips stretched in an easy and undoubtedly dangerous smirk. Aside from the black choker around their throat and the array of rings decorating their fingers, this person looked completely ordinary.

Yet, as soon as they spoke, the demon that had been menacing you just a scant second ago began to back away, nearly tripping over their own feet and wings to put distance between themselves and the lazily approaching figure. “L-Lord Zion! I only uh–! I was just…! Th-This was simply a test, you see!”

“Hm?” The person – the other demon? – cocked their head, the smile never leaving their face. Now that they were closer, you could see that the thing moving behind them was a tail. Spade-shaped and blood red as it flicked back and forth in lazy arcs. Those fingers, heavy with silver jewelry, were tipped with viciously sharp talons that they raised to tap their chin in a mockingly thoughtful manner. “Go on.”

“I-It was to see how easily humans could be manipulated!” The other demon stuttered, eyes darting around the room for some escape. When those eyes landed on you, your heart sank as you realized exactly what was going to happen a second before they spoke. “In fact, I was planning to give you this sacrifice! Consider it a token of my loyalty!”

The demon – Lord Zion they’d said – turned to you as though they had just noticed your presence in the room. Your eyes met through the gloom, and in spite of your fear you couldn’t help but think that their eyes were beautiful. Burning coals, molten flame encased behind amber, a heat that threatened to devour you whole. Those eyes widened through the haze of hair, and in a second the demon was looming over you with the toothiest smile you’d ever seen outside of a shark.

“Well, well, well,” they cooed, admiring you with the sort of fervent obsession one might give to a work of art. A hand brushed through your hair, across your temple, before cupping your cheek. “What have we here? Aren’t you precious, hm? Aw, did that mean demon frighten you, little human? There, there.”

The words and tone were condescending, but you weren’t exactly flush with options, and at least this demon didn’t seem inclined to eat you. You winced when their hold on you shifted, and their wrist brushed against the open would on your neck. Like clockwork, their eyes snapped to the line of blood sluggishly pooling in the hollow of your collar.

“Oh you poor thing,” the demon tipped your head to the side, the strength behind a single finger making it clear that you wouldn’t have been able to resist them even if you’d wanted to try. “Let me…”

A surprised whimper broke past your lips. A long tongue trailed its way up the side of your throat, lapping over your skin as though your blood were some delicious treat. Honey-sweet instead of the tang of bitter copper. Those lips latched onto your flesh, nuzzling and nipping while you thrashed and struggled to tamp down the unholy noises emanating from both of you. The sounds of sucking, saliva, lips smacking, you would have thought the demon was enjoying the finest of meals if not for your own high-pitched moans, wails, and pleas.

Finally the demon pulled himself back with a gasp, a feral grin carving his face in a truly infernal mien. “Oh. Oh, I am never letting go of you, Dove.”

“D-Does that mean I’m free to go?”

Your face erupted with heat. You’d forgotten that the other demon was still there. Judging by the irritated expression that crossed Lord Zion’s face, they’d forgotten as well.

They exhaled a long, loud sigh, and then snapped their fingers. In an instant, a bubbling mass of shadows rose beneath the demon’s feet. Slowly, exponentially, they began to sink into the murk like quicksand. “Let me see,” Lord Zion hummed thoughtfully. “You planned to overthrow me, attempted to manipulate humans in my name, and even used my symbol as part of the ritual? All while believing I would never learn of your weak attempts to usurp my throne? For your crimes, you ought to be tortured and slaughtered in front of my court.”

“M-My Lord, I was only–!”

“However,” Lord Zion cut them off, lips twisting in a sadistic smile. One that gained a hint of softness when they looked at you. A clawed finger played with a lock of your hair, twisting it gently before moving to undo your bindings. “Your one redeeming outcome is finding my human for me. So I shall be merciful in return. Pick one.”

“One?” The demon stammered, now only a head straining to stay afloat above the burbling gloom. “O-One what?”

“I said I was planning to kill and torture you, didn’t I?” Lord Zion said placidly, finishing with the ropes and hooking their arms beneath your exhausted body. You leaned against them, unable to even complain about being held bridal style. “So pick one. Think carefully though. Neither will be quick.”

[lonelylonelyghost]

Re-watch of The Spirealm. Episode 11

Watching over. Guarding his dreams.

I took notice only during the re-watch and reading the original novel, but Nanzhu really acts differently inside and outside the Doors. While inside he's as cheeky and dramatic as inhumanly possible, in the real world he's very subdued and in his The-Ruthless-Boss-mode. The only thing that is the same is the way he looks at Qiushi.

(X)

(don't want to waste precious screenshot space for this loser, you know who I mean)

Ugh, not this guy again... At least now he's not with that poor lizard. When I was watching it for the first time I was confused as to why they seem to obscure his face constantly. But then I got it - the twist was genuinely surprising.

"Aren't you gonna explain to your parents?"

"No need. We're not that close."

.... /_ \

It's never not heartbreaking when the people that theoretically should always give their support to you are not that.

Wu Qi!!! 🧡 The bestest friend there is!!!!

Ohohoy, one of my favourite sub-arcs has arrived!!!

Zhuang Rujiao! Fashion sense - immaculate

I completely forgot about this little interaction! Surely nothing bad happens to any of them and they will stay together forever, completely mentally stable🙂

"I mean, Ruan-ge has concentrated all his attention to the newbie Zhuang-something. Don't you feel upset? No matter passing the Door or knowing him, you came first."

This👆 was the part that convinced me that the show creators were completely insane. Like, Obsidian members taking turns and asking Qiushi if he was jealous of the newbie? It's not even framed as a professional competition! They're asking him, point blank, if he's upset that Nanzhu pays attention to the other person. The most het person to ever het the Earth would suspect that something's up here.

And Qiushi's reaction. He's maybe oblivious, but more importantly, he doesn't have any expectations of being treated as anyone special. He has always been abandoned, be it for selfish reasons or "the greater good", so why would this time be anything different? He was the newbie, got his experience, now there is a new person to take his place. He's not even sad, he's accepted and made peace with this part of human nature a long time ago.

Damn. No wonder this show messed me up so bad

Meanwhile, Nanzhu is trying his gay best to reassure Qiushi that he's the one and only, while also being cryptic as fuck

THE BOOP!!!!!!!

The affection, unable to be suppressed anymore and demanding at least some kind of release, culminating into the most adorable gesture possible!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

And the object of that affection, wondering wtf is wrong with the people around him lately

Also, in every shot with Yi Manman he's eating something. Continuity points. Everything is fiiiine :)

Oh, he's PISSED. How dare she take away his time with Qiushi with that stupid spy mission

They are straight up torturing this poor girl, and enjoying every second of it

"So, who is better, Baijie or me?"

"But you are the same person!"

Nanzhu, internally: Marry me. PLEASE. Right. Fucking. Now.

I NEED MORE SCREENSHOT SPACE ON POSTS GODDAMN IT!!!!🤬🤬🤬

"Don't kill her don't kill her she's my client I'll need to dispose of the body there will be too much blood and this coat is my favourite plus Qiushi will be upset don't kill her how dare she talk to him this pen looks sharp enough her neck is thin and breakable keep it together don't kill her"

Nanzhu, most definitely

Ah, they didn't show what's happening in this Door, just the moment before going back into the real world. I was confused as hell for a sec here

"You're in your twenties, but you haven't had a girlfriend. That's tragic when you think about it."

And then you see him gearing up for the next sentence:

"But don't worry. If you really can't find a girlfriend, you can always find a substitution."

And then this dumbass: "Substitution? Maybe a cat?"

What did I do???? 😧

And that's why I love him so much

[ilythecolorpink]

Say My Name (Suguru Geto x fem reader)

You were head of the Y/N Clan, even though your cursed technique wasn’t like the big shots. You were nicknamed the term Night Owl from the fact that your cursed technique only worked at night as you were good at secretly killing off any curses, you could camouflage in the darkness. Not only were you head of the clan, just from your technique but people couldn’t deny that you had quite a beautiful face. The fact that you were more on the taller side for a woman compared to your male counterparts. But what really brought everyone's attention were your eyes, your deep black eyes, they looked like obsidian. It felt like your eyes were like the night sky, how the it almost reminded people of the stars up above, the very things that people would wish upon. Not just that but your long sharp fingernails almost resembling talons. 

It was the year 2007, It was a cool evening with the wind brushing up against your face, with your hair almost getting in your face as you tucked your hair back against your ear as you were informed by some people that a certain person named Suguru Geto who was once a jujutsu sorcerer, now a curse user. Honestly, you were intrigued and quite amused at what you have heard. You were told by others that apparently he went insane killing his parents and massacring an unnamed village outside of Tokyo with one hundred and twelve residents all killed. You thought it was indeed vile but you knew he must have had some reason why he could do such a thing.

So, you decided to meet the man yourself as you always made it clear to want to treat everyone equally and never push anyone away. You head up the steps to the temple. You make your way past some people taking notice how many people would visit him. Many non-jujutsu sorcerers adored him, they almost saw him as a savior. You went in an empty room. You camouflaged into the beige walls to hide your appearance. You lean against the wall with your arm on across your chest and placing your elbow on your hand. Cupping the left side of your face and waiting for someone to come in. You hear the entrance open and see Geto wearing a gold-colored kasaya garment over black yukata robes.

He closes the door and stands still before looking in your direction slightly moving his head. He exclaims in a deep tone “You know it’s rude, to intrude in someone’s personal space.” You walk out of the corner, You give a chuckle and walk towards him and say amusing “It’s quite rude to disguise yourself as a Buddhist priest even though you aren’t.” He smiles as he makes his towards you, even you were tall, he still towered over you. You took a few steps back listening in to the sound of your heels. Each step you take, you feel a sense of nervousness and a bit of excitement. You feel your back get pressed to the wall. As your back is up against the wall you, you feel his body press into you. He says “Tell me, what is your business here, do you wish to join me or kill me?” You give a smile as you glide your fingers along his chest. You reply in an amused tone “Who knows, maybe I was just a little curious about you.” You then drag your finger up towards his neck to his chin. He looks at you happily with a smile from ear to ear but you can tell he is hiding something. He replies saying “Don’t forget curiosity killed the cat sweetheart.” 

You amuse yourself as you say, "I have a proposition for you." "Why don't we join forces? so that you can stay hidden at my estate in case your cover is blown. Furthermore, I can find any curses in the meantime and let you know about them." "You give a good enough offer, but what do you get out of it?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "I don't need anything, nor do I want anything; I just want to help someone," you shrug. He looks at you, perplexed, but curious as to why. "And by the way, if it gives you comfort, you don't have to worry about your daughters; if they need anything, I will personally see to it that they get what they want," you say afterwards.

You can see that he is a little surprised by the widening of his eyes, which precedes a smile that says, "Very well, I will accept your offer." You slide your finger off his shoulders and give him a soft smile as you walk around the door to exit. As you utter the words "I hope we can meet again pretty boy," you turn your head slightly. While you speak, you sense a hold on your hand. "Say my name, darling", as Geto takes hold of your hand. "Why do you want me to say your name?" you ask, blush starting to appear on your cheeks. "Because that's only name, you will be screaming," he whispers into your ear as he approaches you from behind and feels your back against his chest.

A/N: I'm so sorry for not writing anything. I'm not that confident with this but I hope some may enjoy. I love you all so much and I hope you have a good day/night.

[scummy-writes]

So i had this brainworm back in september, inspired by Bolt's angst post concerning an au regarding belle as queen, but her husband having to take upon consorts for political reasons and how it spirals from there.

I didn't get too angsty with it like bolts did (this is me not so subtly telling you to read bolt's post. read it.) but i mused with the idea. However....It's been over a month now, I don't remember all the details, so under a cut it goes so I can ramble without remorse.

The unlucky suitor I picked in my daydreams was Jin. Nothing against Jin, i just don't feel much for him and he seems rather capable of picking himself back together.

In this, i toyed with the idea of how some of the sequels have been going so far - the new king (and his lover, not yet made queen, still under the guise of a princess) to visit obsidian for some random reasons that only cyb*rd seems to understand. In this, Jin and you are happy together, but you've been slowly having your guts twist and your heart clench over the consort Jin has been seeing. You don't doubt his love for you, do you? of course you don't, but it's difficult when you're alone at night, for yet another night in a row, wishing you were with him instead. It's difficult running into her, occassionally. It's difficult hearing the maids talk, seeing an item of hers accidentally left behind. You know there's no animosity towards you, but you're unsure if the opposite is true.

Here in Obsidian, it's the first time the two of you can share a bed together in days. Beds that are not your own - is there a thrill to this? maybe, possibly, but it gets quashed with Prince Gilbert's insane proposal.

"Not a chance in hell."

Prince Gilbert smiles at that remark, laughing like he knew this would happen.

"I see you're not welcomed to bridging the gap between us and Rhodolite."

"Not like that. Who would even-"

Prince Gilbert tsks, sighing shortly after, "the previous king. Do you not remember? How we sent an Obsidian princess to be loved on, only for her to die so quickly?"

Jin quiets, clenching the arms of his chair tightly.

It's odd, being between two men in such a way. You're still having difficulty processing it, but at the same time... Why is Jin so upset? It's an awful thought, you know; of course he doesn't want to risk you in danger in any way. This is Obsidian, this is Gilbert. Rhodolite's knowledge was still limited on both subjects, so much so that such a proposal was dangerous on that alone.

But. Something compells you to speak up, causing Jin's eyes to widen.

"Would you agree to a treaty if I did so?"

Gilbert grins. Sharp teeth and smiles.

"Yes. If you stay for the whole month. Unless you decide to stay longer? On your own accord, of course."

"This isn't for discussion-" Jin tries to interupt, but perhaps you were more petty than you realized. You speak over him, even though it causes you to shake.

"What if I'm unable to produ-"

"We can discuss another visit then. Once a year, until it works."

This time, Jin grabs your wrist. It's not painful, nor does it scare you. It's not a warning, it's a desperate signal for you to look at him.

When you do, you can't help but feel cold towards the feeling burning behind his gaze. You're hurting him, you know this. But with this, would he finally understand how you feel? With your complicated relationship, another women centered between you.

Would he bear most nights alone, or would he seek out her comfort -a comfort you couldn't receive on a whim, not when apart.

... It's an awful thing to do. It's making you question your thoughts, feelings, but you gently pry your wrist away.

"I agree to it."

"Roderic, will you get the seal, and..."

All of this sounded much better on paper, you understand, as you're shivering alone in the guest room prepared for you. There were so many words between you and Jin - he was angry, of course he was. What were you doing? What were you doing? It was repeated over and over. By him. To yourself.

You don't understand your own actions, on the surface. Deep below, twined with your gut, you do know exactly why you agreed to this. but it's difficult to admit, to understand any rationale behind it. Instead, you cover it up with the rosey words you've heard so many repeat lately - it's for the good of the kingdom.

Is it? It is. A treaty with Obsidian. It's been years, negotiations failed so often previously, and here you were, securing it. Jin was heading back to Rhodolite with the paper in hand.

All it cost you was a month of your time and patience.

Your relationship.

Your body.

You suck in a breath. You've had layers of blankets on you, but you're still shivering. You're still shaking.

Jin was so upset. He was pacing, his voice was almost raised, something that had never happened before. You could tell there were words, curses, he wanted to spew, but he held it back. He didn't want to hurt you. Like you were to him. Like he had already done.

What were you doing?

Despite the request, Prince Gilbert doesn't take you to his bed until a week passes. Until that point, he gradually spent more time with you. He excused the lapse of time together as being busy at first, sometimes jokingly (?) alluding to plans to trample Rhodolite, but when asking his attendant, Roderic, you were told he was often in his lab. Or his office. Or elsewhere.

But the times the two of you were together, he wasn't licking his lips or regarding you as a piece of meat as you had expected. The rumors about him weren't kind, neither were his proven actions. Neither were Jin's words of warnings. Yet, Gilbert asked you questions about the books you read, the hobbies you took part in. If you stopped shaking at night. He seemed genuine in his curiousity, engaging in the information given. It made you feel more at peace with your decision, when ignoring the lingering thought of Rhodolite in your mind.

He gave you a week of patience. To let the idea sink into your mind, to understand the reprocussions this could cause. Once, he seemed to mockingly ask you if Rhodolite was worth protecting if you had to use your body to do so, but the conversation died swiftly then, and he didn't bring it up again. Just enough to question yourself. To decide if backing out would cause more problems than committing to your promise.

The first night, your eyes keep gazing over at anything but Gilbert. The bookshelves standing imposingly tall in his bedroom. The large windows that taunted you with the night sky. The darkness of it all, down to the sheets on his bed. Your mind keeps lingering at the proposal, the idea of why you're in his bed. To help him produce an heir. A mixture of Rhodolite and Obsidian blood, a physical being. Proof of how far the two nations were willing to go, to attempt peace between them.

Before all of this, Jin had sat with you to discuss pregnancy. In terms of the consort. How long it may take. That this wasn't a one night stand, that it would take multiple tries, multiple attempts, and if it proved too long, then another consort may be used. At the time, you numbly nodded along, doing your best to put your emotions aside regarding this. It had happened in so many books you had read - so why did it never occur to you just how much of a lengthy process it could be?

So what was Gilbert doing? A full week gone by, and no effort to even make an attempt.

Even tonight, he doesn't touch you - not like that. You're shaking, it's enough to have him hum, to have him clarify that he's too tired for such a thing. But why would you be in here otherwise? His arms slip around you. Cold, so cold, until he saps some of your body heat for himself. He's much gentlier than you expected. He could grope and prod at you, but his hands don't stray past your waist.

You're unsure why you know why, but your eyes water with his touch. Before Obsidian, Jin hadn't touched you in days. Then this proposal happened. Then the argument. Then the week without the warmth of another person.

And it's Gilbert who gives it to you. Who sighs against the back of your neck, seemingly happy to just sleep entangled with you in his grasp. You don't understand him. You don't understand this, or yourself.

What were you doing, finding comfort in this temporary touch?

It finally happens a few days later. The nights preceeding, he just had to lay with him. Touching, not touching - you'd always awake to him dressed and sitting at his desk, greeting you for the morning.

Your shaking had decreased, but now, as he rubs your inner thighs, watching your reactions, it comes back again. And again. You feel shame, you feel anguish, you feel embarassment.

Gilbert makes comments, of course he does, but you're surprised at how his voice stays gentle, how his previous mocking turns into light teasing.

You expected him to not care about your comfort. To do the bare minimum. But he kisses and fondles you like Jin does - with love, with warmth.

You don't want to understand how your muscles relax under him. How you learn to cry out another name that night, how something so familiar feels so different in an inviting way. He focuses almost too much on you, on teasing you with words and his fingers, with making you climax to his hands and tongue before he finally enters you - it's too much. it's too much.

Yet afterwards, he hums as he cleans you. Chuckles at your surprise of wanting to run a bath for you, your further shock on him joining you. His hands wander briefly under the water, but he focuses on skinship in other intimate ways. Arms around yours. Resting you against him, talking idly about a book he found that you may enjoy.

What were you doing enjoying this? You expected to be treated so much more crassly than this. Perhaps not harmed in any way, but not this level of attention. Not this care put onto you, whether you got enjoyment from the act or after.

but you meld into his touch. thankful. grateful. soaking in the feeling of just his eyes on you. all of his attention on you.

What were you doing?

that's all I got in me. This was going to turn with her conflicted at some proof of pregnancy not taking, for whatever reason, at the end of the month. News that the consort is struggling too. An alluding to her deciding if she would stay longer, or make another 'visit' for next year. A lot of grappling with this tearing her relationship apart - or was it? but guess what, i don't have long fics in me, I only have ramblings AHAHA, but usually when I daydream this scenario, this is the point I reach where it delves into a ton of different endings and I just muse about it then and there.

[sonicasura]

My mind for the last few days: Transformers x Weretoons idea go brrr.

I have an idea for three specific iterations of the franchise. Those are Prime/Rescue Bots, Animated, and Bayverse. Although the latter two choices I can't really got into depth as there is going to be involvement with a Weretoon OC not designed yet.

Luckily for you folks, Prime/Rescue Bots aren't in that category since there's two perfect characters to experiment with! Who you may ask? How about Miko Nakadai and Cody Burns!

The reason behind it is I can give them two completely different backgrounds for their respective Weretoon sides. Plus both sides of the continuity get dragged into Looney Tunes style mayhem. Transformers Prime shall not escape the insanity this time.

Let's start with the female member of the Jasper Trio. Miko is an afflicted Weretoon as she gotten into an incident at 6 years old. She had to get a blood transfusion to save her life with everyone unaware of what the donor actually is.

Her toon has two sides to it. Miko's usual appearance looks exactly like herself as a cartoon but with obvious differences. She shrinks to 4'8 in height, her fingers are mole claws, a pair of little black bat wings, a pink dragon tail, sharp teeth with two peeking out her upper lip, and two little pink tipped black horns on her head.

Her secondary toon form is a MOLE DRAGON. This is because of Miko's trope: Beast Among Us. A toon who possesses takes a mostly inconspicuous normal form to hide their true monster nature. Miko is no exception either.

Her beast form has a 22 ft long Eastern Dragon/Mole hybrid with 7 ft long arms/legs. Miko's fur covered hide is predominantly obsidian in color for the hot pink scaley underbelly, pink tips on her mane, silver whiskers, light brown muzzle, black bat wings, pink bushy tail tip, salmon(color) nose, pink lavender antler like horns and red back spikes. Her muzzle alongside long arms/legs are mole like in nature.

Despite being able to fly, Miko's more dangerous in the ground. She can dig up to 75 mph and spit out blasts of sand like a cannon. A feat that made her first shift a sheer nightmare. Miko ran away from home and later found herself under the loving care of a demolition worker Weretoon.

Cody Burns is a natural born Weretoon from his mother's side and came into his heritage at age 4. (Got it from his great great grandfather with his mother not inheriting it.) Griffin Rock houses a few Weretoons as the place's secluded but also whacky nature keeps them safe from hostile Cartoon Hunters.

Cody's toon form is (ironically) a 6 ft tall bipedal gryphon. His bird half being a Laughing Gull but his arms are hand like wings similar to the Rito from the Legend of Zelda specifically BotW/TotK. Instead of a lion, Cody's lower half is a Pallas Cat with thick fluffy fur and surprisingly eagle feet than said feline's.

He can fly but not for long as his wings aren't fully developed yet. At most Cody can glide without straining himself too much. His trope is Understudy which means he can learn any skill extremely fast if he witnesses in toon form.

Kade, Dani and Graham are his half siblings as he was born from a failed relationship. They love Cody all the same but being left out of everything hurts much more thanks to this common knowledge. He unconsciously clings to the Rescue Bots once they arrive on Griffin Rock.

Speaking of the bots, both sides are in for a wild ride especially the Prime cast. (Rescue Bots got more available knowledge plus Griffin Rock is already insane on it's own.) Toons don't follow the same laws that everyone else does and Weretoons bask in this unique privilege.

Decepticons will not look at humans the same again once Miko pulls out an ink bottle. She can back up her sass as Starscream is getting stared down by a mole dragon straight from a cartoon. And quickly learns that explosions don't do shit either.

What can I say other than I like chaos?

[deathinfeathers]

Eluthéria (fallen): Powers and abilities!

Pyrokinesis: Creation and manipulation of holy fire. Is also impervious to fire herself.

Magmakinesis: Can heat surrounding rock and minerals beyond their melting point and manipulate their liquid forms.

Obsidian manipulation: Is able to create intricate obsidian constructs for various purposes.

Gravity manipulation: Can alter how gravity affects herself and her immediate surroundings (increase and decrease).

Light/shadow manipulation: has the ability to generate and manipulate beams and constructs of holy light (and infernal shadows) (signature power in full angel/demon form).

Pocket dimension: Has a pocket dimension inside of her chest-mouth (usually remains hidden when not in active use) sharp teeth and long tendrilous tongues emerge and snatch up anything that can fit inside the orifice to be stored and used later (or erased from existence). Can open additional portals into this dimension in her immediate vicinity.

Fear/insanity inducement: If one were to look directly into any of her eyes (sans the two primary ones) they would suffer horrifying visions, namely of their worst fears. This can have a mild effect on stronger demons/angels but can cause total and irreversible mental collapse in the weaker ones. Can manipulate these visions up to a certain level.

Shapeshifting: Has the inate ability to shift into a full angel/demon form (a three headed seraphic canine-esque creature) and a smaller familiar form (also a canine-esque creature). Has taught herself to assume a few other forms, including that of an imp and a human.

Scattering: Her physical form is able to scatter into a pack of shadowy wild dogs. Each instance is able to assume a weaker version of her humanoid form, effectively granting her the ability to be in multiple places at once. This takes increasing levels of focus dependent on how many fractions she splits herself into, the more there are, the weaker each fraction.

Additional abilities include: exceptional speed, strength and agility, mastery of edged weapons (namely swords) great proficiency with firearms

[thelemoncoffee]

oooohhhhh i just gave myself brainrooot-

so i was watching some randm shit on youtube cause i have nothing bettet to do, and i found this video of this guy who ocassionally pops up in my recs who hand crafts spear heads out of obsidian and sometimes other pretty rocks

the video itself was him making a spearhead out of fucking opalite, which is just- stupid gorgeous.

anywho my first thought was holy shit that'd look cool as like a natrual tail tip on some sorts of mythological beast, and now i havr brainrot for either in Saiouma being part of thist dragon shifter species that instead for growing horns and spikes, grows sharp and beautiful rocks and minirals in the same shapes.

so like- they have these beautiful horns, claws, tail/back spikes, and tail tips made of insanely sharp crystals and other such pretty rocks, and they use their beauty to stun and distract their prey

my brain is just vibrating with this idea so much- i don't even have an au plot i just wanna see crystal dragons saiouma

[itmightbeneb]

a snippet, as promised, for my latest fic

tw for blood and mentions of torture

The room was a mess, bloodstains covered the obsidian walls and floor, tools of torture lay scattered around the room. There was a single glowstone block for light, in the middle of the ceiling above the only other piece of furniture in the room: a chair. A chair, Punz noted, that had someone tied to it.

Dream lifted his head when the two entered the room, he refused to let on that he knew Punz. His hair was dirty, brown with the lack of sunlight, a long wavy mess. His beard had grown, longer than Punz knew he liked it to be, his skin was pale, his eyes dull green instead of the fiery emerald Punz remembered. His Prince’s sharp edges had been dulled down, broken off, shattered. Punz refused to think about it, this was just another prisoner.

“Brought another pet to do your work for you?” Dream asked, letting a sly smile spread across his face. He looked insane, but then the torture had been going on for months, Punz guessed he must be insane at this point.

Quackity punched Dream in the face. Punz held back a comment on originality. Dream cried out, and as much as it hurt Punz to hear his prince in pain, he schooled his face into indifference. There was more of this to endure, he couldn’t break now, he was so close to getting him out of here.

Punz circled the two, taking note of the obvious injuries Dream had. There would be more, ones that would reveal themselves once these healed, or when he started moving again.

“And what are you looking at?” Quackity asked Punz, who shrugged.

“Never seen a prince before."

[jardaddy-a]

╰┈➺ ♡  ┊   ❛  You were one of the hardest to come up with a gift for   ,  Magnolia.  ❜   Envy laughed   ,   beckoning them forward before holding an obsidian box out to them.  The box was a sleek   ,   sturdy case   ,   lined with gold   ,   atop  ,   a candy apple red bow.   Inside were six finely crafted black daggers   ,   each one so dark   ,   they swallowed all light around them.  They were sharp   ,   firm   ,   and agile.   If one were to shatter   ,    it would return to a liquid state and gradually reform to a solid state from the scattered fragments.  They held a familiar aura  . . .  A feeling of dread and insanity.  Envy waited slightly before speaking again   ,  his voice a stable balance between stringent and calm.    ❛  These were made from my blood so they will cut through anything.  It’s gross   ,   but they’re practical and one of a kind.  I don’t give away my blood often.  I know that you don’t need my help   ,   and you can take care of yourself  --   you also have a wonderful goddess that cherishes you   --   but I want you to know that you can still ask me for anything.  I see a lot of myself in you   ,   even if you won’t like that    ,   so I’m giving these to you to remind you that I am here.  ❜  After a slight pause   ,   he shrugged with a small   ,   less serious laugh.  ❛  If you hate it   ,   it’ll only shatter my nonexistent heart   ,   but I brought you chocolate as well.  ❜  HE’S ONLY BEING MELODRAMATIC ! 

       ❀💔THE NOBLE MAGNOLIA❀ ━ HOLIDAY GIFTS ┊ ACCEPTING !

       ˗ˏˋ💔❀┊ ( * THE NOBLE MAGNOLIA ) ━ FLORID HANDS gently pick up one of the obysidian daggers , ruby hues narrow as they inspected every detail obscured from the naked eye . THEY greatly sensed a foreboding aura emanating from the abysmal crystal , one that left a sinking &&. sickening feeling deep in their gut , a momentary vulnerability . THEY BREAK THEIR GAZE from the weapon , lest they drown in the sinister energy .

        these were made from my blood .

       ˗ˏˋ💔❀┊ ( * MAGNOLIA ) ━ THE PRE-TEEN SPUTTERS , their expression stupefied as the dagger slipped from their hands , they're quick to recover as they caught they weapon by the handle .

       ˗ˏˋ💔❀┊ ( * MAGNOLIA ) ━ ❝ are you serious ? ❞ THEY GRIMACED , although a tint of a rosy hue creeps across cherubim cheeks , it seemed like his lingering words managed to tug at their heartstrings , ❝ you're right . that's super gross and you're being super sappy   ,   it feels wrong  . ❞ THEY SPAT HAUGHTILY , although the lilt of their tone didn't carry its usual fire . ❝ but i'll keep it and the chocolate , no take backs ! ❞ THEY HUFFED as they slid the blade back into the box , hugging the container close to their chest , ❝ and uhhh . . . thanks , i guess .    i appreciate it . ❞