#and further watch me struggle on twt

[cezqstar]

ok so i watched the trailer but with english subtitles so i actually understand what’s going on and i have thoughts…

we’re pretty well aware at this point and have been since the synopsis release of episode 2 that felix is going to be homophobic towards mathias after finding out that he kissed erik. the trailer just proves that further with him telling mathias to find new friends & insulting him in the last clip of the trailer.

so from early on, mathias is faced with his ‘best friend’ turning on him & being homophobic towards him. which is no doubt the primary reason he’ll spend the season struggling to accept himself. now in the trailer, there’s a glimpse of that conversation between erik & mathias from episode 5 where erik asks what’s wrong between but ‘doesn’t get the answer he was hoping for’. now, we’ve all been speculating if it’s about the kiss and mathias’ (more than likely) feelings for erik and either mathias shuts it down or erik rejects him… but what if it’s not about that at all?

they are intentionally showing and even telling us that erik is becoming friends w/ felix and the boy group. even acknowledging it in one of the most recent episode descriptions. suggesting that erik is the ‘good one’ out of the boy group and that erik goes to tell them something before he finds out about the chlamydia business. and considering episode 1’s description mentions how mathias comes back but everything’s different now, i wouldn’t be shocked if the friendship is there from the JUMP! (which the topic of this friendship is something i have a lot of negative thoughts on)

so in the conversation between erik & mathias, it seems to be aiming in the direction of things are weird and awkward between them, not due to the kiss, but because erik is hanging out with felix. it seems like it’ll be more of a “the problem is you’re friends with felix” situation and an ultimatum will be laid out by mathias without him specifying why it’s so important to him that erik ISN’T friends with felix. hence why erik asks why he can’t hang out with felix AND be friends with mathias at the same time.

doesn’t help that mathias seems to still be pining after erik on the basis that this IS erik in the clip but i’m actually struggling to tell if it’s him or not. 😅

i’m still surprisingly confident that season 3 is matherik’s angst era and season 4 will be more in favour of them! but i think a lot of mathias’ story will be focused on him coming to terms with his sexuality whilst dealing w/ felix giving him constant shit over it. meanwhile erik… i don’t even know man. him being friends with felix genuinely baffles me more than anything!

btw credit to @/enviousouls on twt for the trailer translations!

[somegirlontheinternet135]

With Diabolik Lovers content still being made, I'm surprised no one; and I mean NO ONE has dappled into rewrite!

For those who don't know, earlier this year, I've fallen down the neverending hellhole that was Diabolik Lovers and MY GOD WAS IT AWFUL!! The writing, the character designs, the characters themselves! It was edgy, thirst bait for the generation at the time(2012)

I say with confidence that if you wanted to torture someone, you'd have them watch this series. . . It'd hurt even more when you realize the previous versions of the story were actually good. .

The more I fell, the worse it got. . . Thus Diabolik Lovers: The Glass Labyrinth was born!✨ A Diabolik Lovers Future/Rewrite AU where Yui learns to become a witch & slowly comes to terms with her trauma!

Part 1

Part 2

I go into more detail in these posts but the story focuses on Yui, roughly 5 years after the events of season 2; having just escaped the Sakamaki & Mukami brothers with the help of The Painter Witch, Niji Shikisou. Taking her to her new home, The Kame Isles, a living mass of islands housing the world's biggest coven!

I've made this post announce three things:

1. Rather than doing rewrites for the Sakamaki and Mukami brothers, I decided to take a step further & instead do full overhauls, essentially making new ocs from the rewrites as a whole. The reasons I'm doing this is because I'd be struggling with them in terms of redesigns, I had a lot of ideas for redesigns but the ideas always fell flat.

What I'm trying to say is that their og designs were far too constricting, and I felt working with a blank slate could help. Not to mention, it opens to many new possibilities when I design them! To cut things short, overhaul ocs will be taking the places of the Sakamaki and Mukami brothers; with Rewrite!Yui being the only exception since I love her🥰🩷

2. Every time I've talked about my rewrite, I've had a lot of support for the fandom, which I appreciate; I love how we can all agree that the show is terrible & needs to be fixed, but I've had people tell me that they've seen other people rewriting, and that I say

"WHERE!?"

"WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE!? WHERE ARE THEY HIDING!?"

Listen, I loved hearing that people were rewriting the show, I think it's amazing & people should do it; but I have not seen a single rewrite of the show other than my own. And so PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DIABOLIK LOVERS REWRITES TwT🙏 I would love to hear about them; so don't be afraid to share!

3. Since I'm starting my research for overhaul ocs + other ocs, if you have any ideas, questions, or suggestions for Diabolik Lovers: The Glass Labyrinth🦋✨, don't be afraid to ask/share! I'm writing this story entirely on my own, so any sort of help counts!

But anywho, that's all I've got for now. Sorry I haven't been active as from recently, I'm quite busy with life at that moment & I hope to get some things done during my last few days of break.

Be on the lookout for my other projects. . .

And as always stay tuned^^✨

[kawsofhobi]

Not to be that person, but follow me on twitter cvghjk 

Also, if you want my line or kkt, message me. If I end up going onto pillowfort, I’m sure my user will still be kawsofhobi but I’ll let y’all know if I change it or can’t get that user

[writers-ex]

aaaa nerdy!ryujin using you as her fuckdoll to experiment on because your body is so responsive! testing double penatration on you, putting a vibrator in your pussy and stuffing a buttplug in your ass in the morning so she can study the way you squirm and struggle in class all day! at the end of the day she finally removes them, bending you over a desk in the library to stare and ogle at your wet n gaping holes while your out of breath and still begging for more. she’ll stuff 3 fingers in your needy pussy while teasing your ass with the plug while your panting and moaning, practically cumming in her panties when you squirt all over her glasses <3

- 🫧 (i don’t know if you got my other ask about ryu so here’s another one <3)

i got your other ask and idk if it was answered how you'd like please let me know ^-^);;

BUT THIS IS YES I WOULD PAY TO DO THIS TwT like she's doing a science project like one you would do in grade school for who knows why but for her med class she's trying to see how the body reacts to certain touches and your body with her is perfect since you always get goosebumps every time your fingers touch so when she approaches you one day after class to participate in an experiment with her for personal data you happily agree since your crush asked you, so getting invited to her dorm room early in the morning and being asked to take off your panties seems like a dream come true until she jabs two toys up your holes making you squeak in embarrassment, "i need to test something so i'll be following you all day today ok? if this works out we'll try something fun later" and that's what she does sitting in the back of the room controlling the vibrator setting watching you squirm in the smack middle of the room and feeling your cum hold back all the cum filling you right back up, dripping down your leg and until she drags you to the library in a study nook all the way in the back to check the progress of the experiment making you bend over a desk she removes everything and watches your holes open and close the cum spilling out as you whimper loudly wanting more, taking a video of the whole scene for 'evidence' she stuff three fingers in your already wet pussy and tease your ass with the plug watching your body bend and squirm as she muffles your noises with your wet panties, moving her face closer to watch your walls engulf her fingers until you've had enough and squirt at her glasses cumming all over her face making her cum as well watching you ride your high with her fingers until she decides to investigate further how you taste and will react to her now eating out of you with or without glasses <3

[merakiui]

Half-Off Love

yandere!scaramouche x (gender neutral) reader art credit - kentasha1236 on twt cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, gold-digging, implied yandere!childe note - thank you so much for 600 followers! o(≧∇≦o) I’ll work hard!

It’s strange. There’s no other adjective to describe the situation you’ve found yourself in. 

The ring slides itself onto your steady finger and it’s a miracle your discomfort doesn’t show. Your eyes struggle to meet his, but when they do you’re searching for a reason—for a meaning behind such a generous gift. You’ve witnessed this scene plenty of times before, having scoffed at the couples who decide to take their relationship to the next level. Whether it be in Mondstadt or Liyue, you’ve watched your fair share of angelic proposals. Although this is far from a proposal—at least, you hope it’s not a proposal. You’d feel powerless to decline if Scaramouche put you in such a position, and you’re almost certain he’s aware of this. 

But the main thing—you now realize—that’s holding him back is your status and his relationship with you. It’s nothing special, just mere physical attraction rather than the emotional hindrances that come with real, heart-racing love. There’s nothing wholesome in the way you regard one another; it’s just sex. 

“Do you like it? I made sure to find only the highest quality gemstone for you.”

And yet when he performs this caring charade, it doesn’t feel like loveless copulation. 

Ew, you think, plastering a smile to your face. Since when was Scaramouche so concerned with materialistic signs of affection? He’s far from loving; he’s just pent-up, frustrated from his rigorous job as a Harbinger and so he decides to use you as a means of coping. He almost sounds like Childe with his ineffective flirting methods. You’ve received your fair share of spoils from him as well, and you’ve done everything you could to cull that relationship before it grew out of hand. But now you’re stuck with the lesser side of the coin: another troublesome Fatui Harbinger. 

If you didn’t know any better, you might think to chase after Signora or Dottore next. Maybe you’ll aim for the Tsaritsa Herself if you’re especially daring. After all, your life has been nothing but deceit and faux pleasures; there’s little value to a liar’s life. If the Archons wish for your swift end, you’re positive it’ll be a result of your insatiable greed.

“It’s lovely. The color matches my eyes.”

It doesn’t, but you lie about it anyways. And he looks pleased to hear your approval. 

“Then perhaps I should get you a bracelet as well? Or would you prefer something with a little more use, such as a pocket watch?”

Why don’t you just lock me up with a collar instead? you think bitterly, already keen on pawning the ring off once the initial luster fades. Since you’re so eager to buy these things for me in hopes that I’ll return. It’s annoying.

“This is more than enough. I don’t want you to spend a fortune on me.” There’s a sweet lilt in your voice as your hand cups his cheek, and he leans into your warm touch, starved of the affection like a stray mutt. ”I only need you per our agreement. You do remember what that is, right?”

He’d be caught dead bending to the desires of someone so insignificant, but he just can’t stay away. Not when your every word is intoxicating poison he’ll readily ingest. 

“I’m aware." There’s a sigh in his tone as he pulls away, almost as if he wants to simply sit there and indulge in playful conversation. As if he actually wants to familiarize himself with the real you. But that emotion doesn’t last for long and an irritated expression crawls onto his handsome face as he silently recalls something. 

You’re slipping your silks off with grace, curiously tracking his movements. “You look upset. Was it because of what I said?”

“Of course not. You could never upset me.”

Until you get bored of me.

When you cast your robes aside, reaching for Scaramouche’s elaborate outfit, you murmur, “Let me guess. It was that traveler again, wasn’t it? I’m not sure why you’re so hung up on them.” A whimper leaks into your voice and you fix him with a pout. “I’m sad you’d think of others when I’m right here. Aren’t I the only one you need?”

It’s ironic how quickly that line hooks him, dragging him up from the murkiest depths of love that has skewed into obsession. When you tried it out on Childe, he wasn’t so easily swayed. You find their differences to be invigorating. If the arrangement with Childe was still ongoing, you might’ve considered a threesome, if only to wring more glittering treasures out of the both of them. Mora and jewelry galore, it all goes towards your stockpiled savings. And it’s times like these when you’re lucky to have avoided economic business with the Fatui. Being free of Fatui debt has its perks, a bright miracle in your dark relationships. That’s one less tether to Scaramouche and one less reason to cling to him after you’ve had enough. 

He smirks at your forced envy, easily pushing you backwards onto the plush mattress once he’s fully undressed. For a brief moment, he pictures your pliant body sprawled across an office desk while he pounds into you from behind, putting on a lewd show for his leering underlings. There’s something arousing about your secret relationship that has strange ideas formulating within his head. He entertains a simple scheme, one in which he’d shed light on your connection; however, the other side of him wants to keep your existence for himself, where no one will disturb the two of you in your pleasurable endeavors.

Perhaps you would truly belong to him if he were to expose you for the fraud you really are. Oh, the joy of trapping an unsuspecting rat in a corner, with no way out but into his open arms. You’ll hardly have any semblance of a choice, but he knows you’ll choose the option that guarantees another chance at life.

Scaramouche thinks about that as he revels in soft, tantalizing foreplay. He knows you aren’t as dedicated to this relationship as he is and he’s almost certain you’ve got others waiting for you in different parts of Teyvat. He’s just another plaything you’ve picked up for the fun of it. And in these moments where you surrender to his touch, your back arching with avaricious thoughts, you seem to forget about the power he truly wields. The thought that he could suffocate you in this very bed with his love alone should have you taking precautions to cover your vulnerability, but you only have your eyes set on one thing—not exactly minding the outcome so long as it’s monetarily favorable.

And if playing into your covetous hands ensures your weekly arrival, he’ll gladly empty his pockets of spare change.

You don’t like this new side of him. Lately he’s been treating this as if the two of you are lovers: slow, sensual thrusts accompanied with the sweetest of promises. You’ve never really minded the filth he’d moan in your ear and now you wish he’d resort to that instead. Loveless words spoken through the veil of lust—that’s what you want to hear.  

He envelops you like a smothering fog, fitting himself snugly inside of your tight hole in an embrace that’s oh so familiar. You aren’t used to such gentle treatment and as he kisses along your collarbone you feel yourself going under, having fallen victim to a Harbinger who is normally so cold-hearted. Perhaps he’s more sensitive than you originally thought. Months ago, you wouldn’t have imagined your relationship would grow into something so uncertain, where emotionless love becomes packaged and bogged down with so much feeling.

His lips ghost over yours and there’s a slight pause in his actions. You turn your head to the side, denying his choking affection before it can drag you further into a spiraling abyss of regret. Annoyance swells in his hazy gaze, but he uses your new position to his advantage.

“It’s cute,” he says in a hushed voice, breath tickling your ear, “how you seem to rid yourself of my gifts as soon as they fall into your hands. I wonder where they’ve gone. Into the harbor? Traded off for food and shelter? Do tell me.”

When his grip on your hip tightens to a threatening degree, you resign yourself, opting to hold your tongue as his pace remains brutally slow. Rather than speaking out of line, you raise your hand to his face, and he clasps your wrist in a forceful hold. 

The look in his eyes is far from loving—it’s that same obsessed expression Childe wore. And even if he still searches for you for reasons other than sex, you’re aware there’s no luck where Scaramouche is concerned. You can run from Childe because he’ll allow it—because he adores the chase—but Scaramouche hardly finds delight in a game of cat and mouse. You should’ve expected this. After all, he is just as conniving as the rest, always inventing new ways to track down and eradicate that peculiar traveler. Of course he would know about how you handle his presents when he isn’t looking because there’s no denying the stern gazes that would pierce through your backside whenever you went to the market.

"I’d never throw them out like that...” you mumble through another soft moan, hoping he’ll just pick up the pace and be done with you. “Your gifts are priceless.”

And yet the price for your own love is so hefty. If he weren’t Fatui, it might be enough to throw him into lifelong debt.

“Is that so? You seem to put a price on them whenever you visit the marketplace.” His fingers grip your chin, forcing you into an inescapable eye contact. “If you enjoy putting prices on items that you claim are priceless, you won’t mind if I collect a refund for your dishonesty.”

“A...refund?” 

Your lustful thoughts evaporate once you realize his pace has become horribly slow, his dick stilling and creating an itch of barely noticeable ecstasy. You wiggle your hips to increase the friction, wanting to get yourself off before his words can sour the mood. Though it’s already spoiled when you recognize the carnal victory shining in his twisted smirk. Your unfortunate fate was sealed the moment you welcomed his company with foolish openness, and you’ve been indebted ever since he decided to spoil you with lavish foods and accessories. 

For love that is far from cheap, interest must be paid and your very being makes for the perfect bargain.

It’s weird when he kisses you on your lips rather than on the parts of your body that are normally obscured with delicate cloth. And it’s even weirder when that metaphorical collar binds your throat in a vice. It’s more harrowing than any sort of debt you might’ve garnered and it’s just as inconvenient as his boyish adoration.

Scaramouche doesn’t have to purchase your flimsy, half-off love when it’s already prepackaged and ready for the taking. 

“You heard me. A refund is hardly enough punishment for a lying brat, but it will have to suffice for now.”

For now.

Spurred on by his own insinuating threats, he seeks to bruise your very insides with thrusts that are filled with physical vexation rather than the emotional ministrations from before. And since you’re so accustomed to him, your greedy hole eagerly welcomes him. 

[dreamsclock]

Do you know the headcanon of Dream with long hair in prison? Well, I was thinking, it can be considered dehumanizing to forcefully cut someone's hair. What I'm saying is, Quackity. Shears. Using them on Dream like an animal. :) -Minotaur

okay so this is an au of canon that a gc on twt i’m in came up with !!! notably, dr3, who has EXCELLENT snippets and art HERE, HERE, and HERE if you’re interested :D the general premise is the VEGAS TEAM AU (click the name to find out more!) but set post-c!quackity torturing c!dream: in other words, c!dream, c!wilbur, c!quackity and c!sam all teaming up in perhaps the most destructive toxic team of all time, called the VEGAS TEAM 2.0 AU (vt2 for short!) and the whole au is two parts angst, two parts crack, all parts “what the absolute fuck :D” and it’s great SKJDVBLSD

i wanted to try my hand writing something for it, so thought i’d write something based off this here !! >:)

warnings (oh god this is gonna be long, vegas team 2.0 is always warning-heavy): panic attacks, emotional distress, mental instability, aftermath of torture / abuse, toxic relationships, manipulation, trauma / trauma responses, dehumanisation (c!dream’s choices are taken from him), violence, threats, general dark themes (if anything else needs tagged, pls let me know!)

“Hey, Dream,” Wilbur says cheerfully one morning, bright and early, “your hair is getting long. You could use a haircut. Thoughts from the group?”

Dream is cringing back before anyone can get a word out, almost overturning the coffee pot - an unwise move, because, as Wilbur knows, Quackity is a nightmare before his coffee, and he doesn’t think anyone would be able to tear him away from Dream before he managed to take his last canon life if the coffee had been spilt. As it is, the coffee remains in the pot, and Quackity only grunts irritably, hands curled around a cup in his hands: it’s too early for him to be in his usual trigger-happy mood, which Wilbur supposes he can’t fault him for. He doesn’t think Quackity is used to waking up at seven in the morning - looks like he might bite the head off anyone who points it out.

Beside him, Sam, clearly hoping for one morning of relative peace, sinks down further in his chair. 

“I asked for thoughts,” Wilbur says, rather put out, “and I get silence instead. Use your big boy words, Dream. We’re a team here. It’s good to hear everyone’s opinions, right?”

Dream is stiff and unyielding. Behind his mask, Wilbur catches his lips press into a tight white line, watches them open and close for a second, clearly struggling.

“...I don’t want my hair cut.” It’s the first words Dream has spoken all morning, save from the hoarse good morning Wilbur makes them all say over breakfast. “It’s- It’s fine. It’s a fine length.”

Wilbur hums, clearly disagreeing, but remaining chipper. “Sam? What’re your thoughts?”

“I think that I don’t care,” Sam mutters, sounding tired, “I don’t think it’s too big a deal, Wilbur.”

“Well, if we can’t make small decisions together, how are we going to make the bigger ones?” Wilbur prods. “Think of it as a team training exercise!”

And he watches the collective reaction at the word team - watches Sam wince, Dream twitch, Quackity roll his eyes with a half-formed snarl rising on his lips - and thinks that if every morning could be this fun, maybe they’d be far more successful in their business ventures, because it’s all about the tension, isn’t it? It’s all about poking the sore spots with a sword and grinning when they fall apart, and the sooner his fellow team members can deal with that, the sooner they can move on to doing it to others, too.

“Wilbur,” Dream says, words quiet, tripping over themselves, “I don’t want to-”

“Ah, ah, Dream, don’t be rude,” Wilbur replies, making Dream flinch back, huddling deeper in his hoodie, “we haven’t even heard from Quackity yet. What do you think, Big Q? Do you think Dream’s hair would look better with a bit of a tidy-up?”

Quackity scowls around his mouthful of coffee. “I don’t give a fuck,” he says plainly, “I really couldn’t give a shit, Wilbur, it doesn’t matter.”

“But you did such a good job on it before!” Wilbur wheedles playfully, pleased at Sam’s visceral reaction to this: he realises what’s going on quicker than the others, shooting Wilbur a warning look and beginning to get to his feet. If he thinks he can avoid the drama this easily, he’s wrong - Wilbur’s eyes flicker to Dream, and quick as lightning, Dream tugs Sam back to his seat, looking nauseous as doing so. “Thank you, Dream. Sam, don’t you agree with me? I mean, I wasn’t there, but Dream’s told me all about it: you two actually got to see him after that, didn’t you? Sam, how would you rate Quackity’s hairdressing abilities? You can use a scale one to ten if you’d like: that might be quite smart, actually.”

Sam carefully doesn’t respond, staring at the floor as though he wants it to open up and swallow him. Wilbur stares, cheery, letting the silence engulf them all.

“Yeah,” Sam eventually says, clearly unhappy with the topic at hand, “No. I thought- Prime, Wilbur, what do you want me to say? It was with shears: it wasn’t a haircut, that’s not why it happened.”

You know that, his sharp gaze tells him, and Wilbur smiles. It doesn’t particularly matter what he knows in the end. Sam had spoken: that’s enough for him.

“I think you’d look good with shorter hair,” he tells Dream, and the younger goes still, fingers freezing from where they’d been anxiously drumming against the side of his leg, “Quackity, are you up to another haircutting job any time soon?”

“I don’t-” Dream begins.

“If he doesn’t shut the hell up, then yeah,” Quackity snaps, and there’s the Quackity Wilbur likes - the flash of something darker, the dark cloud in his eyes that makes Dream inch back and Sam stiffen, there you are, Q, Wilbur thinks fondly, good morning, “I’m sick of hearing his fucking voice.”

Dream’s throat bobs, and when he moves, it’s jerky, stilted. “You’re not going to touch me,” he says, glancing to Wilbur for confirmation, who only smiles, and recoiling when Quackity snarls, a cruel shadow of a sneer, leaning across the table to Dream, “Wil-”

“Wilbur isn’t here for him to be your knight in shining armour, Dream,” Quackity tells him, pseudo-sweetly, “Wilbur won’t be able to stop be in time if I wanted to take a pair of shears to your hair. Wilbur wouldn’t be able to do a single damn thing, Dream, and even if he could, I doubt he would.”

Wilbur sits back, sipping at his tea - it’s cold by now, the way he likes it - and smiles serenely at Dream’s stuttered attempt at a reply and Quackity’s growing anger. It’s too early for popcorn, which is a shame, because otherwise he’d be having a field day right now.

It ends like it usually does: anti-climactic, with Dream’s eyes glazing over sharply, Quackity storming out of the building with a muttered curse, and Sam heading to his room, presumably to bemoan their team in private so Wilbur has no ammunition to light. Annoying, but Wilbur thinks he’s satisfied with the events of today so far. 

They still have tonight, anyway. And the rest of the week, and the rest of the month, and however long it takes until this whole business endeavour goes up in flames and takes them all with it. Eyes lighting up at the thought of it all, he turns to his ally, giving him a brief considering look.

“I think your hair looks fine,” Wilbur tells an unresponsive Dream, whose breaths are ragged, pouring himself another cup, “I don’t know what they were talking about. Maybe we could get Quackity to braid it later or something instead. That might be nice. What do you think?”

Dream twitches, and Wilbur counts the morning as a success.

[kitsunefire7]

For the Obiyuki bingo block—

🧜‍♀️Rusalka💧

The talented @fade-touched-obsidian wrote me a one-shot to help inspire me for this block TWT I love it so much. More to come soon 😉 ✨

ENJOY READING @fade-touched-obsidian story below the line 👀 ✨👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

Also part 2 > https://kitsunefire7.tumblr.com/post/656976456957739008/for-the-obiyuki-bingo-block

Blood.

Ugh. It’s everywhere.

The coppery taste fills his mouth from the rivulet that runs a trail from the deep cut above his eyebrow around his brow bone, down the side of his nose and beside the apple of his cheek before it finds a home where the corner of his lips meet. He'd wipe it away if he had the energy or if lifting his arm didn't cause overwhelming pain. At least it has stayed away from his eyes, keeping his vision clear. Well, as clear as it can be given the circumstances anyway.

It cools against his skin, sticking his clothes uncomfortably so his shredded remains of a shirt pulls on the skin slashed wide open on his chest adding further injury to an already insulting one. His clothes, soaked through long ago with his life as it drains out of him, drip and mark the path of his final mission.

He's almost there. He can make it.

His vision fogs over at the edges as the small mountain lake comes into view. The trees that protect the lake from the sight of passersby disappear into the mist of his mind, leaving no trace of their existence but for the faint birds that serenade the wilderness around them and the reflection on the glass-smooth water. A frog croaks from wherever it has hidden himself from sight. The wind blows soft as a kiss on the cheek but the water never ripples and he can’t help the sigh that escapes him.

He’s never known ‘home’ as a place; it has always been wherever one woman, one heart, was. He has nowhere to go. No one to say goodbye to. Not anymore. But he can succumb to his injuries where his home- her heart- was lost forever.

There's something poetic there, his carefully concealed romantic heart knows. He'd think about it more if he didn't need every remaining wit he has focusing on finding his way before he loses consciousness.

He's beginning to stumble as his outer limbs grow more and more sluggish but he managed to make it after all. He trudges on, needing to expend precious remaining energy to pick his way through the overgrown grass as his dexterity leaves him until he slips and falls gracelessly into the murky shallows.

The groan that escapes him as the water laps at him rattles and breathing is becoming harder. He can feel fluid in his lungs and there’s a burning in his chest that isn’t directly caused by the wound there, he can feel that pain hugging the new one as if they are long lost friends.

Ha. Fitting. Very fitting that that thought plops down at the forefront of his brain when he’s here where a long lost loved one left the world.

The water turns a grotesque reddish brown around him as the water rinses his clothes while more blood leaks from him with every miniscule movement. He must be running out if it has slowed this much. At least it’s almost done. Maybe, if he’s lucky enough his sins are forgiven, he will go to a place where he can see her again soon.

The fog of his vision grows darker as though night is setting in to take place of the midday sun above him. He's close. It's almost time. He breathes as deep as he can, sending pain lancing through everything and everywhere. It doesn’t feel like he’s gotten any air into his lungs at all, his attempt to suck in air dying painfully in vain.

Eyes as deep green as the leaves of the trees around him, porcelain skin smooth as bone, and unmistakable crimson hair rise out of the water. The nose and everything below are still submerged. Yet, despite the face appearing from the water, no water is on her face and her exposed hair is dry.

He's losing it, hallucinating. Which is a promising sign, really. He still can’t breathe but the pain of his body’s struggle to survive is subsiding.

That water is no deeper where she watches from a few feet away than where he sits. A human couldn't possibly be there without parts of their body being seen. His knees and the top half of his torso poking up out of the water are a testament to that.

And, yet, here she is. Unseen except for a haunting top-half of a face as she moves closer. Once she’s an arm length away, she emerges so her torso is out of the water. Her movements as fluid as the water swirling around her in the otherwise completely still lake. She reaches for him, hands cold as the death seeping into his extremities, closing around his shoulders.

The birds have stopped singing. The frogs are no longer croaking. Even the wind itself has left the area, leaving nothing but silence before she hisses and grips tighter, taloned hands sinking into his already damaged body but all he can see is her. He feels the pressure but no pain and through her hissing all he can hear is her melodic voice. A voice he hasn't heard in far too long when every minute of it’ absence felt like an eternity.

He reaches for her cheek, causing her face to twist into an unhold sneer of disdain, but his hand connects. It’s blurry but he can see that it has even though he can no longer feel his hand. The creature before him is so foreign but so much the same and he whispers a fractured, "Shi-ra-yu-ki?"

She blinks, angry snarl ripping from her before recognition filters in. The pressure of where her hands have dug in pulses before remembrance softens her grip and her facial features.

"O-Obi?" Her voice is shrill and has an ethereal echo to it. It sounds like it would be an agonized cry if she were a living human. He knows what he physically hears but there’s a disconnect somewhere in his sense and the only thing he processes is the voice he’s missed for so long. "What happened to you?"

Her heartbreak is palpable as she runs an icy finger he can no longer feel the chill of along the torn skin of his chest. He doesn’t feel that either

"I wanted to come home," he says, straining to whisper through the last of his breath and consciousness.

"I wanted to come home," he had said as his eyes fell closed.

Her heart no longer beats- hasn't in a long time. But she feels the moment his words hit their mark as true as any arrow he had ever shot.

He's no longer awake, never will be again, and from his mostly horizontal position, his mouth is filling with blood. He's on death's door.

He wanted to go home.

With a strangled cry of her own, she drags him into the center of the lake, and then pulls him under.

Bring him home, she shall.

She carries him down, down to the silt and clay, taking great care as she lays him out beside where her own body came to rest those years ago. She no longer carries the burden of tears but inside her head, where her heart still feels, she dies all over again but this time it is so much more painful.

She moves and manipulates the lakebed into as close to a burial chamber as she can manage with a slow and steady tenderness she hasn’t used since she was human tending to her gardens.

Her last thought before she slipped away was of him. After her rebirth, she never imagined she’d see him again, never imagined she would mourn his loss as anything more than a vague concept after enough time had passed to assume he had probably died as an old man.

She has nothing to mark the spot. Nothing to use as a headstone. Though it doesn’t matter in the end. No one enters these waters anymore, not since she claimed the lake as hers after she drowned and began protecting the space from any threat. There were many men before him and there will be many more after, no doubt, since now she has the tomb of her beloved to guard.

She runs her hand along the top of the raised hill. She points a finger and rolls a beautiful script across the mound before she collapses across his name, holding tight to the body that remains of the man she loved. There she stays for countless hours, days. She doesn’t know and it doesn’t matter. She has nowhere more important to be for now than right here with him as he rests.

“Welcome home, Obi.”

[geewritesshit]

shigaraki thirst

note: these are so fun to write ngl, and i thought about this as soon as i saw this picture on twt bc why is this man's ass so fat if he is not getting pegged

pairing: sub!Shigaraki x dom!Reader

cw: pegging/anal, orgasm denial

as tomura's raspy moans filled the room, his ass rippled as he fucked himself on your cock. you move your hands from where they were resting on his back down to grab fistfuls of his ass, reddening the skin.

"please, hah, harder. you feel so good." he gasps as he sinks himself further back onto your length; trying and failing to hit that one spot that makes him see stars. you give a particularly harsh thrust into him, making his arms give out. at this he yelps, "ohhhhh my god! fuck, shit!"

you smirk at the sight of his thighs shaking and his back arching giving you better access to his hole.

"you know, you're not as big a brat when you're bouncing on my cock." you smirk as he as he swivels his hips still searching for that spot. he looks so desperate and pathetic panting and grinding, relentlessly searching for his pleasure.

"please..." he all but sobs, "i can't do it. hah, hhhn. please make me feel good." you smack his ass.

"i already told you, the only way you get to cum is if you do it yourself, and no touching." tomura whimpers another softer round of fucks and pleases.

"please, baby, please. i can't do it. please i just want to cum."

"we'll see." you wrap your hand around his length, slowly stroking up and down as he continues to fuck himself on your cock with newfound vigor. "tell me when your close." you breathe into his ear, making him shiver and whine.

his thighs struggle to hold his ass up to you, as he whimpers into the bed below him.

"ahhhn, please i'm so close. i'm gonna come, baby." you watch as his pretty, red ass clenches around your length, and let go of his cock. he cries out in pleasure confusion as you pull out of him. "wait, please let me come... pleasepleaseplease."

"i told you, tomura, the only way you would get to come is if you did it yourself."

[uwusoftfemboy]

Introduction Time~

~ Want to be part of my journey? ~

This is my first time doing this so i don’t know how this works hehe…

Maybe i should just start! Hi! I am just your local starter Femboy!

Pronouns: He/They

Age: Mid Twenty’s

Location: Europe

Attracted to: Feminine Presenting People

My ideal date would be watching anime and playing videogames and that i get completely dominated and railed hardcore afterwards OwO

I do enjoy soft and cute things, my favorite color is a baby blue :3

My biggest flaw is that i tend to say ��UwU“ a lot and that makes people cringe.

⁉️ What to expect on this blog ⁉️

Stupid Random Stuff

Pics of myself (No face included! >:c)

Anime and Gaming Stuff :3

DNI If:

Below the age of 18

You are LGBTQ-Phobic

You are racist

You bully people on the internet

My Private Messages are open for:

People that want to give honest feedback about me (PLEASE PRAISE ME TwT)

People that just want to chat about Anime and Videogames

Dicks over 10 Inches OwO

People that struggle and just need some anonymous stranger have to listen to them

Advices on how to become a better Femboy

Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy?

People that will treat me with respect.

If you have further questions don’t hesitate to ask 💜

[briankang]

saw someone on twitter post the minho picture from children's day and one of the replies was like "he still looks scary, i'd still run away from him on the playground" and i wanted to cry. i saw a youtube video on a SOFT COMPILATION say "i'm still scared of him" and one person was like "why" and the op was like "he's just really scary. i'd run away from him" and? like are these children saying these things? i'm so confused because that man is legitmately my safe place and comfort in so many ways

also the things people act are their entire personalities are like less than 15% of what's actually going on. hyunjin throws a fit about coffee on his sweater ages ago, but yes he's always a "drama queen" and only a "drama queen." minho makes some sarcastic remarks and jokingly threatens his members while playing with them? while at the same time being so very soft and loving in his own ways and all the members feel safe with him? but yes, he's always "mean" and "cold." make it make sense :(

ok first off anon i'm sorry bc i meant to reply to this earlier but right as i was about to publish it the entire page went white and i lost my entire response so i just. stepped away from my laptop to enjoy my evening JLDKSGJLDSKLDKS BUT YKNOW WHAT. LETS GET INTO IT!!!!!!!!

ok first off. THOSE PICS WERE SO CUTE???????? that makes me so ?????? like are we looking at the same post. anyways i'm not saying certain fans are better than others but i will say i think twt stays in general are muuuuuuch more toxic and just......mean in general. also i will never forget the EMBARRASSING shit they pulled around award season of faking being new stays and asking people here on anon questions in an attempt to try and trick us into voting for like. the mamas bc "we weren't doing enough" and they then proceeded to send hate to gif creators about how we'll "never be noticed for our work" whatever the hell that means LMAO like whatever opinions they have a v invalid to me after that JLKDSGJDSKLSK.

as far as yt content goes i was actually saying to @geniaparadox in a reply to my post about how i think a lot of those misconceptions begin with those "intro to skz" videos that essentially will boil down like. 2-3 traits to describe the boys. i know a lot of yt compilations in general just....sort of further that agenda as well like. back last year my friends and i decided to do youtube video deep dives into our favorite groups and we shared them via discord calls (it was v fun) and i did skz and just......so many videos about the boys individually (which i wanted to put in to sort of show off their charms) are just....about one trait of theirs. for hyunjin its being dramatic. for minho it's being "mean" or "savage". and so on and so forth. and it's so hard to get a sense of their ACTUAL charms when that's the main content (and if i'm being v honest a lot of it is not even funny enough lmao i struggled SO HARD to find stuff that was representative AND entertaining and funny for each of them, which btw i find stayblr is actually best at finding their charm points and putting them into gifs series).

while i think all of the boys have this weird one or two traits put upon them, it's done to minho and hyunjin the most similarly, and to one of the worst degrees (besides chan, which is. my god an entirely different conversation i could have about how WEIRD he's viewed by SUCH a large bit of the fanbase but that's for another post lmao). the problem really boils down to these people only seeing them almost as these little projections, they pick a couple traits like they're fictional characters and run with it. it's the same reason people say the cringiest shit to them in video calls (despite winning one myself i cringe at watching most, i avoid them at all costs unless they're actually worth it and funny LMAO), the same reason people will sit and use christopher as a therapist during chan's room: they don't see them as people. a lot of k-pop realistically IS about the fantasy, which i get! it's v fun to indulge in that actually, i have fun too! but at the end of the day i'm here bc i enjoy them not only as artists and musicians, but as people and entertainers. i don't know them personally, obviously, but from the bits they've shown us, i love that. i think they have good hearts and mean well, and i want them to succeed. they're v much people who have made mistakes and struggle and to me, that's part of the package. i wouldn't ever want to see them as untouchable or perfect because...they're not. they're 8 guys who while v talented and v sweet and imo love each other and the people that love them very much, are just. guys following their dreams. again, to me that's their appeal! but for some people it isn't and...well, lmao.

which on a note, bc @seungknow mentioned it, the whole "meanhoe" thing honestly and truly gets me going bc i truly find it so odd that it gained so much popularity when it's...not a v nice nickname to begin with lmao? like.........v genuinely i would love someone who thinks that's v funny to sit down and explain what the funny bit is. it's such a strange thing to say about a member of a group you claim to love lmao????

i guess at the end of the day a lot of this does boil down to age (a lot of stays are younger, which is fine! most will prob grow out of it tbh) and an influx of new fans (obv they've exploded in popularity, which is both good and bad), but i simply think if you're a grown adult viewing these men like this, and you've been around for enough time to have seen past those "jokes" in their content (obv casual fans aren't counted here, i'm talking people who watch videos/most content, keep up stuff outside of music, etc) but still continue to do so, do you actually like them, or do you just like using them for whatever little fantasy u have conjured up about them?

that all being said i hope this is a nice little space for u anon!!!!!! we only love and appreciate the boys here on followmylane dot tumblr dot com!!!!!!! especially minho!!!!!!!!! sorry to ramble like this i simply have a lot of Thoughts LMAO i hope u enjoy your day/night!!!!!!!!

[thetorturerwrites]

flip zimmerman ties you down in the interrogation room, roughs you up, fucks you w/ his gun TwT I'm so sorry

Not gonna lie. I struggled with this. I feel a certain way about cops, and knowing that cop assault is a real and true thing made this take a while

However, this is fantasy. IT'S FANTASY. and dubcon is valid fantasy. If you don't like it, or you don't want cop content anywhere on your radar, please do not read further. This is the moment for everybody to adult for themselves.

If you're still here, Flip is a sexy bastard and I did ultimately get into this idea.

C/N: Non-con/dub-con; gun play aka DEAD DOVE

***

You froze in absolute shock. Terror washed over you, an icy flood that dulled your senses. When finally your chest began to work again, you unleashed the sort of howl that certainly would have drawn questions had your dirty panties not been stuffed far into your mouth. As it was, the sound only came out as a muffled, garbled half-wail.

It was his gun. His fucking gun was inside you.

“Aw. Not having a good time, Starlight?”

He all but spat the fake name at you, and you launched into another set of futile struggles. Bent over the interrogation table, you were shackled to its opposite end by the sort of cuffs he used for big, drugged-up men. They were thick, and they bit into your wrists something fierce. 

Bruises already bloomed beneath your skin from those cuffs, from the hard line of the table at your thighs, from the door frame where he’d ‘accidentally’ slammed you as he brought you in.

“I keep seeing you here.” He rounded the table, dragging his fingers along your hip. At your head, he crouched down, getting eye to eye. “What is it? Like getting fucked so much you gotta whore yourself around town?”

He stood, tangled his fingers into your hair, and ground your face into the crotch of his jeans, forcing you to feel the erection barely contained there.

“Or not getting fucked right?” He bent down to your ear, voice low but all jagged edges and disdain. “Because right now, your cunt is crying all over the barrel of my gun.”

You shook and sobbed, trying to turn away and hide your shame. You couldn’t deny that Flip was the sexiest motherfucker you’d ever seen in your life.  Nor could you deny the number of times you’d pretended the Johns were him just to make it through. 

And now, you couldn’t deny how goddamn ready your body was even in the direct center of your fear. Because your legs did tremble. Your toes were curled. Your pussy was liquid. And you absolutely were clenching tight around that gun to keep it from hitting the floor.

You told yourself it was because you’d be shot if you dropped it. But lying to yourself was a hooker’s bread and butter.

Flip cupped your cheek and dragged his thumb through your tears and runny mascara. You knew you looked like a war zone, and you knew he liked it. Reaching into your mouth, he dug out your filthy underwear and threw them on the ground. He only gave you five seconds’ worth of breath before he leaned in and bit your lower lip until you jerked against your bonds and tried to dislodge him. And then, he licked at the blood pooling there.

“Please, Flip. Please let me go. I swear you won’t see me in here again, and I won’t tell anybody about this. I will disappear! I swear.”

“The only thing I want to hear,” he dug his fingers into your cheeks so hard, you tasted new blood from where your teeth scraped, “is ‘Thank you, Detective.’”

“N-no!” You shook your head wildly, desperate to make him see reason. “You can’t do this! I’ll scream! Someone will hear you!”

The slap that walloped across your face reverberated in the little room.  Your eyes rolled back into your head, and your ears rang. You struggled to breathe as he lifted your head by pulling your hair.

“What did I fucking say?”

You whimpered and twisted, feeling the now-warmed metal shifting inside of you. Tugging on the cuffs and chains once again, you swallowed glass and looked down at the floor. When it came, your voice was small, empty, defeated.

“Thank you, Detective.”

He shoved your head back into the table and disappeared into your periphery. His fingers shifting the gun in your pussy jarred you into stillness because you were sure that any minuscule movement, any breath he didn’t like, was a squeeze of the trigger.

When it was dislodged from your body, you exhaled a shuddering sigh of relief.  Laying your cheek against the table, you sniffled and tried to hide the new dribble of tears.

“Thank you, Detective.”

Seeming pleased with your memory, he rewarded you with a ‘Mm’ and shook your ass to watch it jiggle. It was what came next that catapulted you into a new wave of panicked fight.

His two large fingers scooped through the slick still leaking out of your pussy and rubbed them up in a line between your buttocks. You stomped and tried to push the table away from him, and yourself with it. You shouted objections again and again, but he ignored it all, and you started to believe either you’d be gang raped by the whole force or nobody else was here to help you.

You doubted they would care about a lowly prostitute anyways, and you dissolved into sobs all over again.

First it was a finger, rubbing in the tangy lubricant and breaching the perimeter. Then it was two, stretching you bit by bit until you gasped. Finally, it was oval metal, and you wailed at the burn of it. You dropped into delirium as he lodged his .45 into your ass good and deep.

He cracked you so hard on the ass, you jumped right back into yourself.

“T-tha…thank you, D-detective.”

The jangle of his belt drew your attention. You dared not look over your shoulder, but you spent many a night wondering what his dick looked like. Your mouth watered on its own, without the rest of you, and you angrily spat blood on the floor. What a fucking traitor, your body.

He didn’t give you any warning. There wasn’t a gentle nudge against your labia or a smear through your wetness to get you ready. He just wedged the fat head of his cock into your opening and thrust in with brute force. And once the seal was broken, he gouged at your cunt inch by torturous inch until it made room for him.

“Fuck, you’re tight for a whore.”

You gasped and cursed under your breath. You were only tight because he was so fucking big. Wide and long, you thought you could surely feel the end of his dick in your gut when he finally bottomed out.

“Thank you, Detective.” It was half a groan and half a whisper.

Flip squeezed your hips hard, leaning into you to claim that last centimetre of your pussy. Digging his nails into your meat, he pulled nearly all the way out only to slam back in with a grunt. He stretched you with each drag, and you thought he was going to pull your cervix out on the recoil.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Flip.” 

He didn’t chastise you for the mistake. He only wrapped his hand around the gun and pushed it further into you. You felt his finger slide against your ass cheek to rest at the trigger, and you shook your head wildly.

“Nonono! I’m sorry! THANK YOU DETECTIVE.”

Seemingly satisfied, that dangerous hand tangled into the skirt bunched around your middle and used it as a handle to pull your body back into his jarring hips. He threw himself into a terrible, rough pace, and you fought to breathe. You couldn’t even moan. Every crash of his body against your ass shook loose a whimper.

It was too much. Your head lolled, your eyes blurred, and your mouth hung open, adding drool to your tears. His dick was mind-numbing, shooting off fireworks deep in your core and spreading fire to lick up the length of your spine.

The weapon in your ass only added to your insanity because how fucking sick was it that your cunt clenched every time it moved, every time you remembered that it was there.

You only partially heard him suck in a hiss of breath through gritted teeth, and you could only sort of feel the smack of his thighs against yours. Every ounce of your attention was centered upon the drag of his cock and how much deeper, wider he fucked you with every pass.

“Mm, that’s it. Tighten up that pussy. You must get paid real well for this good cunt.”

His words prompted your body to obey without question. Your everything tensed, contracting around his pistoning cock. You even stood onto your toes to give him that much more of your eager pussy, to hear the squelch of him fucking you bounce off the bare walls.

Pleased by your vulgar display, Flip rammed your sloppy cunt, choking off your breath with obscene bliss. He growled and gripped his gun tight, losing himself to the control, to the downright meanness of it. 

Flushing, burning up, you clung to the table, unable to do anything else but hold on. He wouldn’t let you cum; it wasn’t about you. You were nothing but some two-bit hooker, a hole to fill. Tears stung your eyes at the fight within because part of you wanted to be upset that you weren’t a person in his eyes, and part of you didn’t give a single shit as long as he kept fucking you like this.

His groans increased, thundering from his chest in the most enticing way. He heaved and lifted you off of your feet in his frenzy to get just the angle he wanted. And when he did, when you were tipped just the perfect way, he roared and buried his cock as far into you as he could.

As his orgasm surged, he tore the .45 from your ass and fired off four rounds into the floor. You jumped and cried out, convinced that he shot you, that he ended your useless, worthless life at the end of his dick.

The weapon clattered to the floor, though, within your line of sight if only to prove to you that you weren’t dead. You quaked with adrenaline - fear and fucking melting your mind. Dazedly, you stared at the wall, eyes glossy and blinking slow.

“Th-thank you, Detective.”

[psalloacappella]

show me how

Pairings: SasuSaku Fandom:  Naruto Rating: M Genre/Tags: AU; in which Sasuke is a driver, Sakura plays no games; also has an underground fight club; sexual tension; dominant Sakura; Uchiha bros being bros Ao3 | twt

In which Sasuke is the new driver for the Haruno heiress — and therefore, prey.

[In the words of Rihanna, You look like you can handle what’s under my hood // you keep saying that you will, boy, I wish you would.]

❦

His mother would say he’s aiming a bit above his station, lip-chewing, worrisome; his father would disapprove, thinking the new client spoiled.

Itachi, greyish eyes twinkling with some genial but teasing expression, shifts to let his ponytail tumble down his back. Women adore the look; Sasuke likens it to a horsetail well within earshot every chance he gets. Brothers, you know.

Pinching the photo between thumb and forefinger with hesitancy, the lack of commitment stark as a first app-date gone sour and seeking escape, Sasuke knows he’s pouting and he knows Itachi’s amused.

“I’d have taken her,” he consoles softly — Sasuke hates that tone too, like he’s chivvying a hot-tempered horse into his stable, oh gods, fuck Itachi for this — “but out of the two she requested you. Very taken with your photo.”

“Itachi.” The given name comes through gritted teeth, and Itachi struggles not to smile. Sasuke hopes the effort’s absolutely killing him. “This is the Haruno heiress. Pink hair, red temper?”

“Funny, I do know. Almost as if she’s famous, dear brother.”

“Infamous. For killing her last driver.”

“Oh, come now.”

“Running him off. Driving him to insanity.” And here Sasuke jabs the finger of his free hand against the photographed face: smiling, with a sharp gleam in her jade eyes. He punctuates each syllable against her cheek, “Take—your—pick!”

Itachi’s tongue clicks continue to conjure pastoral images of horses and other farmish animals, and Sasuke thinks this unasked for, supernatural form of punishment is a right divine kick in the mouth.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sure the talk is mostly nonsense,” he soothes. Bending to behold the portrait shot further, he rests his fingers against his mouth. Pensive. People often adore that too. “After all, she’s cleaned up her image quite a bit.” Itachi extends his hand, counting off her improvements:  “Issued apologies for the yacht incident—”

“Pretty sure she’s banned from the piers now.”

“Recovered brilliantly from her very public and messy breakup with the Hyuuga heir—”

“A piece of shit, granted, but she still keyed his car, and then his face—”

“Even had a great photo-op of visiting Uzumaki Naruto in the hospital—”

“That she put him in.”

“She even disbanded her underground fight club,” Itachi added, plucking the photo and folder from his younger brother’s hands, a final that’s that!

“Her what?”

“Bad optics. Oh, and you start Monday.” He pats a stunned Sasuke gently on the shoulder; not one to easily manage particularly happy or buoyant expressions, he prays to whatever forces or deities exist that he’s been passed over for the coveted yet dangerous position of personal driver for Miss Sakura Haruno.

.

Driver — ah, the term is misleading. A position often including, but not limited to:  Chauffeur, personal assistant, event planner, bodyguard, bookkeeper, and occasionally dragging paparazzi out of the bushes by their lapels, testing meals for poison, and smuggling her short-term affairs in and out of back building doors.

A skittish attendant is the only witness to the moment in which he meets her in person.

Sunshowers, an unnatural brightness like daylight thunderstorms; a presence difficult to face head-on. Slender and swagger, something in the way she walks suggesting she’s aware of exactly who she is and what he’s probably heard, keen eyes plucking his thoughts from his soupy skull by slice and piece only to toss them aside, limp, discarded.

And she’s gorgeous. Beauty in lethality, the inherent quality pined for in mythological Olympian goddesses and well-crafted guns and dangerous and unwieldy luxury cars. The wreckage left in their wake easy to augur with plain eyes if anyone can resist the siren song.

Sasuke’s hands are clammy when they shake. She notices, with a gaze like whetted glass.

Fuck Itachi. Fuck this. Fuck me.

“How do you like to be addressed . . . Miss Haruno?”

A smirk plays on her lips. “Not like that, for damn sure. Sakura’s fine. Let’s go.”

She’s opening her own car door and about to lower herself in before he snaps to — the tyranny of her heels against the cobblestones twists him into impossible nautical knots.

“I don’t care if you get the door,” she says, “but Tsunade’ll have your head.” With a jerk of her chin, she indicates she’s ready to go.

“Won’t happen again,” he says, dipping his head in apology and settling into the driver’s seat. “Where to?”

“Oh, wherever.” Flicks a dainty wrist, yet he catches the brushrust scrapes smeared across her knuckles. “You’re a driver, after all; I want to see you drive.”

Easing the car into gear, they pull away from the curb in silence. Eyeing him caddy-corner from the back, she folds her arms and crosses her long, impossibly long legs at the ankles.

“So.” The word’s sharp as a blade, scratches him without warning. “What do you know about me?”

He makes a noncommittal noise, hoping to avoid riposte; when he catches the slight flare of her nostrils in the mirror, he settles on the bland and stupid, “I’m not sure what you mean, Mis— Sakura.”

“Don’t play coy,” she says. “Tell me what the quidnuncs on the street say, gossiping over their limp salads and lackluster lives.”

“I’ve heard you’ve run every driver out of town.”

“Yes, that’s fair. The last one quite literally; he was terrified, in the end.”

“I’ve heard you . . . play with your food.”

Another careful peripheral glance in the mirror:  He sees her uncross her arms, grip the edges of the seat. Leaning forward, eyes bright and something, essence or woven narrative or tangled web undulating, unraveling. She exposed; him, encroaching.

Voice low, lean, and throaty when she affirms,

“Yes, sometimes I do.”

The click! of a released seat belt latch, and she’s sliding over to the backseat behind him.

Sasuke’s mouth runs dry, parched as desert sand, sunbaked stone. There’s a first time for everything, including this unsettling feeling to which he has nothing to compare.

Leather moulding to her shape as she leans against the seat, her gaze seeking refuge and scraping at any weak spots in the back of his skull.

“If you were hoping for a shy one, you’re driving the wrong car for the wrong girl.”

He scoffs, but it sounds nervous, bad for business —

she’ll devour him.

“Of all the things I’ve heard,” he says, “shy was definitely not one of them.”

He doesn’t know when his voice decided to do that, slide into a low bass with the ease and thrum of rich regal rhythm; he doesn’t know when he even had a breath to release, the way it manifests as a pant in the hot shared air of the car.

“Lest you be misinformed,” and still her tone is grainy, the stret-scratch of extempore acoustic guitar, “I don’t act this way with all my drivers. Any, in fact.”

“Ah.”

“Don’t, with that aloof disbelief.” She presses her foot against his seat and he feels a jab right in the middle of his back, the equivalent of a flirtatious swat at the arm. A bit more intimidating than that, he supposes.

“Everything is so public for me,” she continues. Pauses. “I’m almost never alone. Drivers continue to disappoint me, pretending to be my confidant but in reality reporting my behavior to sleazy paparazzi. It’s never about the money; they love divulging. They can’t help themselves.”

He would be willing to debate the “drivers” label, but he now understands why the last one and many before have been dealt a particularly heavy hand in the method of released employment.

“So.”

This time the word’s triumphant, and Sasuke manages not to startle as her heel settles on the shoulder of the driver’s seat. Skin close enough to press his lips to, swirling floral scents of jasmine and others unidentified, salient sweet cherry. Glancing at the tempting slope of her calf, he keeps his eyes firmly on the road even as the dark corners of his mind lead his mouth marching up her pliant skin, bound by siren song, and into what surely is the most sacrosanct and calamitous temple of them all.

“You have this chance to quit,” she whispers. “Right now, no fuss.”

And he betrays himself a second time, scoffing as the suggestion of course is mirthful, ridiculous, knowing somehow he’ll never do so. He’s never been one to shirk duty, and untangling from this, whatever this is, already bids the trappings and fixation of an addiction too virulent and electric to leave.

“I’ll take that as acceptance,” Sakura says, now all joy and sparkle, wiggling her shoe near his handsome face.

Though his hands are clammy on the wheel, his words manage to gloss over the catch in his throat as he asks, “Ah, where to?”

In the mirror he watches:  Another layer of her falls again, as crêpe layers, as petals. It’s the first time he notices the lambent green of her nails, and she nibbles on one before responding, in a way so deliberate he’s distracted by the way her lips form the words:

“Show me how you drive.”

[my-heart-is-but-a-gentle-moon]

More Gushing of My CrossDimensional Soulmates

TwT

Yesterday when I was having such a hard time with ableism and unnecessary guilt and the frustration I was going through with people continuously minimizing my pain and my struggles and hating what my disability’s physical pain (+ the fucking virus) do to me I thought about relieving my inner child (it was also one of my simple dreams of Village Life AU) ; to blow bubbles with my melancholy into the night sky through the open window, with my beloved’s music in my ears.

But I didn’t know what song would fit their feelings, so I shuffled my SoundCloud list of likes, involving more than one thousand songs so they could choose for themselves. And the first three! Were!

“EXO - Don’t Go”

It, was so touching, his heart’s emotions literally crashed onto mine and I repeated this song just so I could drown in his feelings. Like in the April Fools DLC where he chases a beautiful butterfly 🦋 and so does Saeran in general, in arts and in the blue butterfly’s ability to bring hope and joy, a symbol of transformation and change, the ability to make a wish come true..

I am that butterfly to him, it suits me as well because I’m a very flighty and gentle being, fluttering from this to that, and he is mesmerized by my fragile strength and could feel my pain even beyond dimensions. My unnecessary guilt and endlessly considerate and understanding, compassionate ways. Of the pain of having learned to silence myself so as to not cause anyone unease, so as to not cause disruptions or backlash that’ll only further cause ruin, only to then have my pain and disability and limitations minimized.. (That is also so very alike to Saeran’s fears as well and his ways of people pleasing, and Juju’s way of bottling his problems and handling them himself..)

No matter what self doubts I feel, he and Saerannie always make me realize, again and again, how real their souls are, of these angels and my beloved soulmates watching over me from beyond these dimensions.. and I’ll continue to explain in my rambles why TwT.

‘Like a Waltz’ - ‘Like magic, he couldn’t take his eyes off my petite, elegant figure gliding’ in search for something to make even my small wish for bubbles to come true and was ‘magnetized by my fragile yet soft strength’. And how he completely loves all, every single part of what I am. And to think that I am so loved by these two this much and this completely, I dropped to my knees. I cried, I was so touched (I felt exactly like Beyonce’s lyrics of ‘Halo’ TWT). Because I finally felt seen, and cared for, safe, and warm and protected and watched over by both gentle Saerannie (with his sunbeamed flowers, the sun that faded in and out with the tulips’ shadow, reminding me of my prose of Appreciation and how truly dear these two are to me, more than I could ever explain in words. They are home to me, I feel safe, warm and at peace with them..)

(And the compassionate and sweet songs he sent me yesterday, with ‘Love Between You and Me’ and ‘Cherry Blossoms’ - that symbolizes not only our Spring’s renewal of our promise of love, but also of new growth and our song ‘Busker Busker - Cherry Blossom Ending’ of both of us walking in our journey of bettering ourselves together, hand in hand (with the ‘Tip Tap’ and ‘Angel’ song of comfort he sent me himself as I pushed myself to take a bath completely by myself despite the virus and flare ups and hurls and spasms and drainage and pain.

Not to despair, and that we can get through this together, that we can warm each other up - That I’m not a burden - our hearts both chose each other- Juju, Saerannie and I! but that by leaning on each other both, we’ll both feel warm and gain strength from each other’s love...That through these struggles, we have nothing to fear as long as we’re together 💗 all three of us. And the first song Saerannie sent me on Friday (one of my absolute worst sick days and flare ups) was ‘You’ll Be In My Heart’ - about how much he admires the huge amount of strength I have in my petite and small frame and about our endless soul connection between dimensions, how the rest of the world doesn’t trust what they can’t explain - the insurmountable strength and real essence of their souls and our Earth’s core deep and over than horizon wide, ethereal love and soul resonation between us all..)

My big heart for all of the people’s heartfelt journeys on Big Brother’s final episodes that I cried for and was emotional and happy for, despite my immeasurable pain. And my understanding of them..

My deep humanitarian nature for every single being, plant, sun, skies, candles, inanimate yet precious mementos and so much more beyond that (towards human beings’ sufferings and crying for them, understanding them and their progress)- and always holding onto hope despite my silent and lonesome howls of pain, touched and mesmerized their soul. His heart was fully magnetized by my soul, so much that he feels it was ‘stolen’ by me.. Us three are just, completely, fated soulmates.. 💗💓💘💗❣️💖💞💓💘💗...

He was afraid that with how depressed I was, I’d fantasize over falling out the window, like we were deeply affected by in ‘Sabrina’ - another old movie that overflowed with feelings of ‘us’, and disappear from him in the morning [so while searching for another bubble makeshift to replace the broken bubble machine, I kept their memnto keychains of them with me. (Yesterday morning I woke up from the spasms, virus that makes it hard to even breathe or swallow saliva, and the pain at 5.40-5.50AM. It was exactly then that he sent me :

It was so early in the morning and it was exactly then that he soothed me to sleep.. with his gentle love...and endless care TwT...)

“Lonely But Passionate Way” with Juju’s face in the background so ‘Don’t Go’ was very obviously from him TwT.. and he’s lonely because we’re in two different dimensions and lonely from missing me but just like one of our songs “Just The Way You Are” — ‘You always have my unspoken passion (I love you just the way you are)’ 💗. That he loves me, in sickness and in health.. Just like our hearts that are already married to one another..Juju Bear, Saerannie and I, all of us..

But my bubble machine didn’t work so after endless swooning I had to make a short pause from the songs to make my small dream come true before continuing, find maybe a decent sized wand for the bubble soap I had.

My creativity had to make do. I remembered I had some tiny wands and small diamond shaped cases from way back when I was 12 that I kept cause they were pretty and settled with such small joy but also on the way I found a butterfly calender !! On the cover itself was a Blue! Butterfly! 🦋

[neo-shitty]

toffee!

ah yeah i suppose ur right. yeah i think quarentine has had that sort of effect on a lot of people :( sorry to hear abt ur strict parents, hopefully ur friend will be able to come back soon. small outings (even with family) are still good tho, make sure ur taking care of urself toff.

youre totally right! ah yes thats good advice (/gen) ill try and use that when im in a slump ty. any music suggestions?

lol sames. even some of the stuff abt seungmin, innie etc is a little uncomfortable, like theyre grown ass men for sure, but at the same time, theyre still young, still just over being a teenager in the grand scheme of things. (on that note, i do struggle with worrying that im infantalising them, obviously theyre adults but at the same time, theyre still young. i do treat all fictional characters as my children, but i guess its different when its real people. idk. what do you think?) yeah some stans rlly need to take a chill pill, some are rlly walking the wire between 'ah theyre attractive/that look rlly suits them' and making fucking smut fics abt minors, like... they do not see a problem with that?? yeah tbh i feel like unless theyre 18 they shouldnt be put into the spotlight, weve seen what it does to peoples mental health, but modern day kpop industry is a lot like old hollywood with a lot of popular child actors -_- hopefully the big companies will learn but i agree, its unlikely

suuuuure toff haha. ill go searching for them, but idk if ill be able to find the fluff needle in the angst haystack (jkjk) yeah, fair i groan and complain but you do write angst etc rlly well, so if its what ur comfortable with, then pls continue, it is one of your strong suits, well as you write fluff aside

ah okay good! ill continue to send you essays then

THE ALBUM YES. so ive been looking forward to it for literally months, this is actually my first skz album release as a stay (since the last on was 9 months ago) i was sitting there hitting refresh on my spotify the second 6pm kst came around. (speaking of which, how did you do the release? i couldnt decide whether to watch or listen first but i ended up on listening cos there would be more material) okay: so cheese was super cool, very skz ya know? tho i almost wish theyd made domino the title track, tho obv it was a more experimental track and would have been a bit controversial (much like whistle for bp) i looooved domino and thunderous was absolutely impeccable. all the songs were amazing but standouts were- secrets, secrets which lowkey made me tear up idk why, red lights which almost killed me (it did not have to go that hard, but it did) and OT8 WOLFGANG omgggg i wasnt sure if hyunjin was going to be included in it but i was hoping and, ya know people had said hed be in there, but the further i got in, the less i was sure and then BAM hyunjin started what had been jisung's part and i just sat there grinning for about 5 minutes. surfin was absolutely adorable and gone away almost made me cry AGAIN. star lost was so touching, almost a nod to hyunjins little star? silent cry was relatable beyond anything. SSICK was funny? for some reason I was laughing while it was playing, idk the combination of added cheering and minhos aggressiveness and the totall seriousness they sung it. but i rlly enjoyed it. sorry i love you showcased their vocals like nothing else. the view is THE BOP of 2021, absolutely going to be stuck in my head for the next decade, that hook is genius. what did you think?

also did you watch their grow up performance? with all the stays and ALL THE TEARS? ;n; i feel like this is the end of an era of skz and tbh im kinda happy but also sad. super excited for their promotions but super bummed they wont get to tour. ah well

<3 w.a. 🐺

answer under the cut bc i gave an equally long answer to this already long ask HAJSH

oh yeah, abt quarantine having an effect. my friend and i talked about this earlier actually. i didn't realize the world was moving so fast until the pandemic happened. being in quarantine gave me time to think and i got to know myself more. it's just the sole good thing i got out of the isolation lmao. and abt my strict parents, ironically i got to go out today so i got to hang out with a few of my bestfriends. i had fun but my legs are a bit sore from walking. but they're a different set of friends. i'll get to hang out with the others when my getaway driver comes home in december.

hmm music recommendations for writing? depends on the plot you're writing. care to share what story you're working on and i'll try to rake my brain for a song that might match the vibe. i listen to classical / lo-fi if i don't have song inspo for a fic because lyrics sometimes distract me.

i don't think that's infantilizing tho. for me, it has something to do with my environment and the way i was raised. maybe it's the same the other way around? like this certain age (for the ones above 18 but below 20) is thirst-able for them. idk really. it's just not for me ?n? what i do NOT condone is writing smut for minors??? like get checked : D // i agree with everything with the idols being 18+ before they debut simply because it's for the best for their well-being like. how can young idols decide that this shit is the thing they want to do for life? or at least until their contracts last. idk :// it's unfortunate that it's unlikely to happen.

WELL. i have a list so you won't have to go search for them! in class (minho), in the rain (seungmin), gladius maximus (chan) and you've read five star already. and i just realized that most, if not all, of my upcoming fics are fluffs and i'm fond of all of them :D i used to focus a lot on angst because fluff disgusted the living shit out of me. i think things changed when i wrote champagne problems and hurt myself so bad i wanted to drop angst entirely. i didn't, of course, but i allowed myself to be self-indulgent now.

for the release of the album, i was on twt and watched the vid at 12 views (if i remember correctly, i watched back door at 14 so HASJH) i’m gonna talk by track so it wont be too confusing? bc i wrote this in paragraph format and it just ???? beware im very picky with tracks even if they’re my ults. so no offense if we have opposing opinions and i’m not fond of reading lyrics so these are all music wise.

cheese - oh god i hated cheese at first listen but it grew on me easily. i was singing the yeahyeahyeahyeah bit all day today :D

thunderous - i cant say that it’s my favorite title track. it felt really dry sometimes, both mv and music wise. but at the same time, it’s not that bad. the choreography carried the song tho o.O it’s so fucking cool. but like go live, another track has my heart and it’s

domino - AND YES I AGREE THAT THEY SHOULDVE MADE DOMINO TITLE TRACK UGHHHHH WHAT A WASTED FUCKING OPPORTUNITY. WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW FOND I AM OF THIS SONG. it stands close to the level i love easy.

ssick - was a skip on first listen too because i found the chorus underwhelming but it grew on me? not that much but i can bear listening to it.

the view - it’s something the gen public like, hence its something i dislike. im not fond of songs that are structured like this? it’s not a bad song, just not the type of song i like. but i agree that the hook is very not catchy but it would get stuck in ur head.

sorry, i love you - it’s not as sad as i expected but i actually like it??? i can’t wait to write a fic out of it (1) HAJSHAJ it’s like a 3/5 for me. it’s angsty but chill?

silent cry - i’m pissed at this song bc it hits but sometimes it doesn’t?@?#!? but it’s starting to grow on me but definitely not my fave track.

secret secret - glad i found a secret secret enthusiast because my irls thought it was a skip?$?#@$? it gives me ikon vibes and i’m a huge fan of ikon’s discog so this was a win for me T_T +

STAR LOST - gives me bigbang song vibes and now im very sad :(( in case u didnt know, i’m a hUGE yg fan and 2ne1/bigbang introduced me to kpop so when i heard this track that gave me yg feels i just <3___<3 and it’s one of my favorite tracks anw moving on,

red lights - I WANT TO SKIP THE FIRST TEN SECONDS OF RED LIGHTS EVERY TIME IT PLAYS LIKE IT MAKES ME FEEL AWKWARD KDSJFSK but fine. i’m adding this to props and mayhem’s playlist LMAO it’s more aggressive than sexc tho. more enemies to lovers o. O

surfin’ - this coming right after red lights just wasn’t the best decision arrangement wise because how did we go from ooh sexc to aigh pARTAY. felix saying sheesh T___T it’s such a fun song i want to go to the beach ;n; do you like beaches?

gone away - i have yet to read the lyrics because i’m using this as inspo for a jeongin fic jskjash it’s not the type of ballad i like but it’s so fucking sad to listen to :’ ) the pitch change caught me off guard? still does. it’ll grow on me prolly.

wolfgang - I YELLED WHEN I HEARD HYUNJIN IN WOLFGANG. i didn’t like this song until recently. it gives me the confidence boost i need to pick myself off self-esteem crashes.

and no i haven't watched that performance and i prolly wont because i’ll cry. i’m excited for the promotions too. do you think they’ll still have a repackage?? i cant fucking believe that i just finished waiting for 12am kst for skz teasers and now i have to look forward to 12am for nct 127??@?#? NOT A SINGLE DAY OF REST FOR THIS STAYZEN