#cause I have not a single musical bone in my body

[pearlofthewoods]

Spuffy band-fic ramblings (long-post)

I think about this scene so frequently because…"Well, I sing.” 

Yes, of course he does. That man was a poet, he could write such gorgeous lyrics, and no one can tell me Spike wasn’t an active part of the rock scene in the 70s.

Honestly, a whole Spuffy band fic has been marinating in my brain for like a good 6 months now, (like seriously, it even has its own playlist, that’s when u know it’s getting real)… but since I’m only a baby writer I wanna get some writing practise in before I embark on the project, so that I can do it justice. 

However as I literally cannot keep these thoughts to myself, allow me to invite you into my brain for a while. 

(Be warned I'm basically spoiling half the plot of a future fic under the cut so scroll away if u only wanna read it when, or if, it gets written.)

So in my fic idea, there’s a huge underground vampire music scene (particularly in LA), since because vampires are immortal, they’ve lived through so many different eras of music that they have a really deep understanding of music history. They’ve seen so many famous bands live etc (which obviously is one of the few human experiences open to vampires, since so many gigs take place at night and are tied to nightlife culture). 

I’d also say that since vampires have no need to work, if they can get their hands on instruments they'd have plenty of time to practise/dedicate themselves to the craft. 

One head-canon that I have comes from the idea that Billy Idol “stole Spike’s look” from him. What if he stole something else too?

Bear with me here. 

Vampires don’t age, so they could never risk becoming famous in the human world, since people would very quickly notice that they weren’t human. Vampires need to keep a relatively low profile. They also can’t really make money easily from music by playing for other vamps, cause it’s quite unlikely the vampire scene has much money flowing around. Why would it? Everyone can just steal/mug to get what they need.

So in the vampire music world, they’d mostly just be playing for each other to stave off the boredom of eternal life, but with no worries about finances or putting food on the table. 

And dear God that music would be experimental, with none of the usual restraints of human life.

Like I think their music would be very interesting/ outside the mainstream. Perhaps they’d play stuff from entirely different decades which had completely gone out of style, but not amongst vampires who never aged/got uncool (unlike the humans who played it)….

Vampires would also have so many different first-hand musical influences that they’d create the most weird and wonderful sounds. Think Spike’s Victorian musical upbringing mixed with jazz mixed with rock, mixed with… well, you get the picture.

And tbh I think some people would try and capitalise on that, on that raw vitality. Perhaps there’s a demon who records demos secretly in the crowd or steals entire songs and sends them to someone in the know in the music industry. And since vampires don’t exactly have passports, social security numbers or any real documented presence at all, there’s nothing they can do about it. Like what if, in this fictional world, Billy Idol didn’t just steal Spike’s look, but his music too? Frankly, it'd explain the resentment.

Anyway, in my head Spike hasn’t played music for a while, he took a break to look after Drusilla and then got wrapped up in the scoobies and their shenanigans. 

But after Buffy dies? He needs somewhere to put all those emotions. He needs to write goddamn it, he hasn’t felt heartbreak like this for a long, long time. He’s not used to death, he doesn’t know how to deal with it. No vampire does.

So when he’s drinking away the pain in Willy’s one night, some demons he used to know are down from LA and offer him an open spot to sing with them at a new demon club. Spike’s about to turn it down, but they tell him things have changed. Like Wolfram and Hart, demons are all in business now, and this new club will pay.

Spike doesn’t need money… but Dawn does. Tara and Willow won’t tell him anything, (they don’t want to be put in the moral position of whether to accept mugging-proceeds from Spike), but he knows that finances are tight. And this is something he can do for Dawn, and in a way… for Buffy.

So Spike joins a band!

I think he’s probably pretty famous from his past in the 70s vamp rock scene, but this time he wants to change up the music genre. He wants a fresh start. It’s the nineties goddamn it, and he’s certainly not the same vampire he was twenty years ago. He’ll play, but he’ll play on his terms. 

I imagine his newer music to basically be Jeff Buckley’s (my fave 90s musician), which I know might seem a bit melancholy for Spike, but with his current grief, it feels quite appropriate.

Tbh since I basically know nothing about music and can’t even imagine lyrics for toffee, I'd probably even just give him Jeff’s discography and call it a day. It’s fanfic I can do what I like. Grace? Spike wrote it. Job done. 

For example, the lyrics to “Opened Once”?

"In the half-light where we both stand

In the half-light you saw me as I am

I am a railroad track abandoned

With the sunset forgetting I ever happened

That I ever happened"

Half-light = the twilight, the safest time of day for vampires (to quote Edward Cullen, sorry lol). also a metaphor for the place between the vamp world and the human world. A place where Buffy and Spike "both stand", as she’s the slayer and he’s a vampire that can’t hurt people.

‘You saw me as I am’ - After Buffy's resurrection, Spike’s the only person who truly understands what she’s been through, and the experience of crawling out of your own grave. They meet each other where they are.

‘Railroad track’ - ‘railroad spike’. Railroad is a pretty unusual and archaic way of phrasing that word. At least where I’m from. ‘Railroad spike’ is too good of a coincidence. 

‘Sunset forgetting I ever happened’ - Spike doesn’t get to live in the daylight. the sun (and the sunset) are both out of reach for him without the danger of dusting. He doesn’t fully feel like a true vampire anymore, but the human world won’t accept him either. In fact, his human life was so long ago that even the sun itself has forgotten William Pratt.

I also think Spike/ Jeff Buckley is a fitting parallel  since, if I stick to major-canon events, Jeff’s unfortunate passing very early in his career would also fit roughly timewise with Spike’s death at the end of season 7. 

The last unfinished album that Jeff struggled so hard to write? The one Spike wrote when he was getting over his ensoulment and entirely reevaluating who he is, and what that means for his music.

Unfinished final album? Yes. Unpublished? No. 

Because when he accepted wearing that amulet, Spike had a pretty good idea he was going to die. So he did something a vampire never plans to do. He wrote a will. 

If he’s dead, there’s no more worries about fame exposing his immortality right? So his music is published posthumously in the human world (with some bullshit about his talent going undiscovered by the industry during life).

And combined, the proceeds pay for Dawn’s college bills, and lift all of Buffy’s financial worries from her shoulders. 

In the end, that’s Spike’s last gift to Buffy, his music, his poetry…and it finally allows her to rest. 

[thefallennightmare]

Dreamstate-Noah Sebastian x Reader[JP UNIVERSE]

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut(18+), star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse, talks of death, depressive thoughts, talks about not being able to conceive, and endometriosis.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: Hi my loves! JP has been around for ONE YEAR! I am so thankful for all of you. I appreciate every single one of you more than I can ever express. This one-shot takes place between chapters 29 and 30! Also please know that I do not mean any disrespect to Keaton or his memory. Everything I've ever written was done with love and appreciation for him like I've done from the beginning. 🪽🖤 I will not hold it against you if you do not want to read because of it. But please know, that it's done with the utmost respect.

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THIS IS FICTION. NONE OF THIS IS REAL.

NOAH

Blinking my eyes open, I looked around my surroundings and noticed that I was no longer in my bedroom fighting with Y/N. I was on the tour bus, our tour bus, and when I craned my head to the side to peer out the window in my bunk, I sucked in a breath at what I saw. An oddly familiar venue with a red roof. 

“What the fuck,” I muttered while rolling out of my bunk on the tour bus. “How hard did I hit my head last night?” 

During my fight with Y/N, she threw one of her sketchbooks at me in frustration and it hit me directly in the middle of my forehead. That was the last thing I remembered before waking up here in our tour bus. We didn’t have a tour planned which made this whole scene even more confusing. I stretched out my long limbs, feeling the bones pop into place, as I walked towards the front area of the bus and made it outside, wondering where the rest of the guys were. 

“Jolly? Nicholas?” I called out. 

A sudden commotion on the far end of the bus caused me to whirl around and my heart thundered in my chest with the sight before me. It wasn’t the group of people that gave me pause. It was the lone female in the group with her long blonde hair and familiar smile that made my skin slick with sweat. 

"Nice to meet you. I'm sure they've already said this but we're huge fans of Hollow Souls. Noah has your music on the playlist we play during the wait time for our shows,” Nicholas smiled while extending his hand towards the familiar blonde. 

"Shit, you guys sure know how to make a girl blush," she laughed lightly while bouncing on the soles of her feet.

“Y/N,” I breathed. 

"Malcolm, your directions-." 

Just as footsteps thundered down the steps of the bus behind me, the scene around me spun on its axis and darkness crept in. Bile rose in my throat as I felt my body being lurched forward onto the cold concrete, scraping up my palms and knees. 

“I should not have had that gas station burrito,” I grumbled while clutching my stomach. 

Slowly rising to my feet, I leaned my hand up against a car I had been literally thrown in front of, suddenly making me tilt my head towards it. This wasn’t the tour bus I had stepped down moments ago. In fact, I was in an entirely different place than before. 

“This is one fucked up dream,” I dragged my hand down my face. 

An angry voice from the other side of the van had me stepping around it slowly, not wanting to be detected on the off chance this wasn’t a dream and I was sneaking up on someone who could kill me. 

"You don't have to worry about Noah hurting her. That's the farthest thing from his mind. He might be stubborn as hell but when he cares about someone, he makes sure they know that,” Nicholas smiled over towards Chase and Malcolm. 

Furrowing my brows, I glanced over to Folio, seeing him shake out his hair before putting his hat back on. "He's a Scorpio, what did you expect?" 

“That was fucking rude,” I muttered under my breath. 

"Whether or not they admit it, they both need each other," Jolly smiled down over the cliff. 

Peering over the hood of the car, I saw two faint figures on the beach and sucked in a breath; all the memories from our beach day came flooding back in as Y/N and myself waved up at the group of guys. 

“How hard did she hit me with that sketchbook?” I rubbed at my forehead, still feeling the sting from earlier. 

It was clear that I was dreaming of past moments Y/N and I shared but I couldn’t get over how real and vivid everything was. Almost as if I traveled back in time to these moments and saw it from a different perspective, not my own. 

Why was I dreaming of these moments? Did it have a meaning? Or was it just because my brain was fucked up from all of the fighting Y/N and I had gone through?

Before I could get comfortable in this dreamstate, I felt the darkness creep in on the edge of my vision once again and all at once, my body was thrown through a tunnel only to be spat out seconds later; a different scenery from the last. 

I was now in a hotel room, unsure when and where because frankly from the years of touring the hotel rooms began to blend together. It was then that I got a look at myself in the reflection of the mirror in the room and I sighed. My hair was short, indicating what I already knew. I’d been jumping in between moments from my past. 

“Hi, angel.”

“Hi,” a soft voice broke through the quiet of the room, causing me to look over at the bed. 

No. 

My past self sat on the bed with Y/N, her head in my lap as I ran my fingers through her hair. It was evident no one could see me because I was standing at the foot of the bed, watching as my past self lowered his lips onto Y/N's, capturing them softly. 

Our first kiss. 

My heart fluttered in the confines in my chest, remembering the feeling that filled me that day. Through the dread and intense sadness from losing my best friend that day, Y/N’s unwavering comfort eased away the darkness that crept in. 

“About time, huh? I’d been trying to set you two up for years.” 

My body froze at the voice that lingered in the air; the familiar voice that I hadn’t heard in years.  I choked while whirling around at the voice, ignoring the couple in the bed who were muttering something about Mario Kart. 

The room spun rapidly before I could get my bearings, the floor getting ripped out from beneath me and my body slammed back and forth against the void before I fell onto a couch in yet another room. This one I immediately recognized, all of those feelings of hurt and abandonment crept back in as I let out a shuddering breath. 

My past self, donning those ridiculous braids, dragged a finger over the large tattoo on Y/N’s back as she cuddled the pillow close to her chest, a soft giggle echoing in the room. 

"Way down the road maybe one day in the future- to live in the middle of nowhere with a dog, cats, and a family of my own. In my wooden home that I built."

My eyes screwed shut, knowing what was going to come next. The calm before the storm. All because I asked a stupid question. 

“Think of how far you’ve come from this moment, Noah. It was rough getting there but it was worth it.”

Snapping my eyes open, I glanced around the room looking for his face. It was his voice, surely he had to be here. 

“Where are you?” I said. 

As I blinked, the scene changed yet again and now I was standing in the rain, it chilling me to the bone. Wrapping myself deeper into my hoodie, I gazed around to see my past self standing in the rain as well with Y/N, trying to stop her from getting in her car. 

“What easy way, Noah? This isn’t easy!” Y/N sighed. “None of this is easy!” 

“No it is, actually.” My past self nodded. “Don’t think about anyone or anything else. What do you want from me? What do you want, angel?”

She rapidly shook her head, choking on a sob. “It’s not that simple.”

“What. Do. You. Want?” I watched myself enunciate every word with a pound fist to my chest. 

When Y/N remained silent, I grasped her face to bring her into my warm embrace, even with the rain. “God damn it! What do you want?”

The pain in my own chest was evident, remembering how gut wrenching it felt to ask repeatedly what Y/N wanted. That night had started off great, only to be ruined by Bailey. It was my fault ultimately for not being clearer about our breakup. I tried not to dwell on it much because of how far Y/N and I have come since this night. 

A snicker sounded from my left. “Did you really quote The Notebook? Never pegged you as a romance film kind of guy.” 

Looking at the voice, I let out a gasp when the all too familiar smirk appeared on a face I hadn’t seen in years; one that my heart yearned to see again. His form began to fade in the darkness as it danced around both of us, dragging us back down. 

“No. Please, wait!” I reached for him only to be thrown into yet another memory. 

How long had I been asleep? Did this fucking sketchbook render me useless? Was I passed out on the floor of our bedroom? 

Another thing I couldn’t figure out: why was I being thrusted into my own memory lane?

A commotion of voices halted me as I stood in a crowd of people, still undetected, and when I caught a flash of red, my breath caught in my throat knowing exactly what memory I’d been thrown into. I no longer was soaked to the bone due to the rain; I was dry. 

I'm not afraid of the war you've come to wage against my sins.

I'm not okay, but I can try my best to just pretend.

The music echoed loudly in the room and I frantically looked for the couch, knowing my past self would have been sitting there. I watched as he rose from his seated position and started to push his way through the crowd, looking for Y/N as our song played; a siren call looking for their lost soulmate.

“This was one of the most irritating moments of my life,” I sighed while crossing my arms over my chest, watching as our past selves kept missing each other. 

“Do you know how hard it was to make sure you guys found each other at the right moment that night?” That voice snickered behind me. 

Whirling around, I saw those eyes that shined bright with so much light. Just like before, the second I caught sight of him, he disappeared before I could grasp him. I wasn’t sure what was more irritating: being thrown around in an imaginary void or not being able to fully see the presence that had been following me. 

For quite longer than I thought, apparently. 

Expecting to be dragged down into another memory, I simply turned on my heels to see I was now standing in a hotel hallway. My past self stood no more than two feet in front of me, hand rubbing at his chest. The words he muttered fell on deaf ears as my eyes locked with the man holding my past self up. I knew I felt someone's arms around me that day, keeping me from falling to my knees. 

“Keaton, I need you, man. Please tell me everything will be alright.” 

As a soft breeze blew past the three of us in the middle of the hallway, I kept my eyes locked with the materializing figure over my past self’s shoulder. 

“You’ve been with me this entire time,” I breathed with the realization. 

He wore a soft smile as he nodded, before slowly fading away. “It’s okay.”

Then all at once, the world around me shifted one final time, throwing me back into my bedroom at home and I fell onto the bed with a grunt. It seemed like I was back to where I was before I went on a dream walk down memory lane, Y/N’s scattered sketchbook on the floor at my feet. Movement in front of me caught my eye as I slowly rose and tentatively walked over to the bathroom, seeing Y/N and me standing there. Both of them were standing in the middle of the bathroom with bright and hopeful smiles. 

“I don’t remember this,” I said with my hands on my hips. 

I watched as Y/N wrapped herself around his midsection, both of them swaying to something before they looked over to the phone on the bathroom counter with even wider smiles. 

"Should we post it?" She asked.

Other me smiled bright, love filling those once dark eyes. "Instagram story. On there less than twenty four hours. Once we post it, lets turn off our phones to just focus on us."

“How’s she doing?

Jumping at the voice over my shoulder, I finally saw him standing in front of me and not in the ghost form he’d been all those times before. 

“Keaton,” I breathed, almost immediately wrapping my arms around him in a hug. 

His infectious laughter echoed when I tackled him. “Good to see you too, Noah.” 

We stayed like that for a long moment, trying so hard to ingrain how it felt to hug my best friend again into my memory and when we eventually pulled away, I sniffled while whipping away a stray tear. 

“I miss you so much, man,” I admitted with a shaky breath. 

“I’m always with you, Noah. Right here,” Keaton pointed to my chest then to the tattoos on the side of my hands. “And right there.” 

Ignoring the couple behind me in the bathroom, not knowing what they were waiting for, I kept my attention on Keaton. 

“You know, when I'm sleeping I sometimes talk with you. But every time I wake up, it’s like I'm waiting for a miracle.” 

I sniffled one more time with a shrug before continuing. “Maybe when the night comes, I'll find you in another world.”

“I’m not the miracle you need, Noah. But believe, it’s closer than you think.”

“Huh?” I asked, not quite sure what he meant by that.

“How’s she doing?” Keaton asked again, the colors in the room suddenly fading away, only to be replaced with a bright white light. 

My brows furrowed. “Who? Y/N?” 

Instead of answering, his smile reached his ears and bid me a final goodbye with a wink before turning on his heels and walking farther into the void of white. 

“What do you mean?!” I called out after him, desperately wanting to run after him but my feet wouldn’t move, feeling heavier than concrete. 

“In time the price of peace will cost us everything but all the love you leave carries on,” Keaton’s voice spoke in my mind one final time. 

A loud gasp fell from my lips as I sat up in bed, covered in a thick sweat as it lingered on every inch of skin. The fabric of my shirt clung to my back as I frantically looked around the room, my heart nearly bursting out of my chest. I was back in my bedroom and noticed that the sketchbook wasnt where it previously was. Matter of fact, neither was the broken picture Y/N threw at me before the sketchbook. 

My gaze locked on the date that was shining bright on our alexa home screen causing me to cock my head slightly at it, air catching in my throat. 

No. 

No way. 

It was not possible. 

“Clearly I’m dreaming again,” I murmured to myself before pursing my lips and pinching my thigh. 

“Nope, not dreaming,” I yelped in pain. 

The bed shifted next to me causing me to look down at the naked form on Y/N as she lay in a tangled mess of bedsheets and blankets. 

“Hmm,” she hummed with a smile after setting her phone down on the pillow next to her. “Astrid and Faye want to meet up with me today. I guess they both have some special news they want to tell me.” 

I blinked. “Huh?” 

“I guess something happened after The Ghost Inside set with Faye last night and Astrid found out something pretty important,” Y/N said. 

I could barely speak, still being dumbfounded with the date on the Alexa home screen. 

“Maybe I'll invite them over once I'm back home from the art store. I figured it'll be alright since you have therapy and we’re not going to dinner until four,” she sat up while letting the sheet fall to her lap. 

I was still in a state of shock that I couldn’t even gaze at her perfect breasts, my mind whirling with so many different emotions. All I could do was numbly nod.

“I must say,” she smirked while brushing away the hair from my face, laying a kiss on my lips. “It’s always great to wake up to you every morning. But on my birthday, it’s extra special.”

[evstostuff]

You can write about y/n giving Charles a blowjob and then someone catches them just in time

Forbidden Fruit

Paring: Sainz Reader x Charles Leclerc

Warning: 18+, language, in public, male receiving, female masturbation, no sex, mention of violence.

Word count: 1,383

Note: Hiiii sorry this took a while. Once I got into writing this, it all came flowing to me. I hope you like it!!

Charles watched you like a hawk. 

His green orbs scowled at any man, daring them to even try and get close to you. Each man ran the opposite direction once they felt the fiery gaze of the Monegasque.

Charles’ attitude was if he couldn’t have you, no one could. You were his team mates younger, innocent sister. Carlos had already made it explicitly clear that you were off limits the first time he caught him staring far too long at the luscious curve of his sisters ass. 

“I swear to god Charles, if you touch my sister I will make you regret being alive.” Carlos’ words ran through his head.

Charles gulped the remainder of his drink as you approached him.

Gorgeous as ever, dress clinging to ever single curve of your body, Charles eyed every inch of you.

He was quickly snapped out of his lustful gaze by a harsh shove.

“What is your problem Leclerc?” You crossed your arms over your chest, causing your cleavages to be more prominent.

Charles’ eyes darted to the swells of your breasts before dragging them away to focus on your sharp features.

“What do you mean?” He questioned.

“What I mean is that every single male that has paid the slight bit of attention to me, all of a sudden runs away the minute they look over to this booth, which is where you have been for the past hour.” 

You took a deep breath as you locked eyes with the monegasque.

“So I will ask you again, what is your problem Leclerc?” You poked your finger to his chest, feeling the heavy thuds of his heart.

Charles gulped as you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, leaving it glossy and kissable.

His eyes darted around the room, checking who was around.

No Carlos.

Softly, Charles moved a few strands of your hair behind your ear and away from your neck. He brought his lips closer to you.

“You really want to know what my problem is?” His voice was deep and commanding.

You nodded your head, hyper aware of Charles warm breath hitting the sensitive skin on your neck.

“They want what is mine.” 

You gulped as Charles gently ran his fingers down your neck and over your collar bone.

“Charles..” You whispered.

“I am not yours.”

“Answer me this then Y/N, how wet is your pussy for me right now?” His hand wrapped around your neck, causing you to gasp.

He was right, you were desperate for Charles. Just being in his presence had you clenching your thighs together.

“Answer me Y/N.” His grip tightened as he forced you to look at him.

“I’m so fucking wet for you Charles.” Your purred.

Charles’ eyes darkened with lust, they were no longer the bright crystal green that you were so used to.

Without another word Charles grabbed your wrist and dragged you through the club. You followed him through the twists and turns of the hallways. The music faded the further you were led away from the main room but the bass still rumbled through your body. 

Charles dropped your wrist and turned to you, eyes dark and unrecognisable.

“Y/N.” He whispered as he stepped towards you. 

You took a step back, hitting the wall.

“Charles.” You whispered back eyes locked on his. 

The tension radiating around you. Your body was on fire. Desire rushing through your veins as you watched the man in front of you devour you with his eyes.

Charles stepped forward again and caged you against the wall. His body flush against you so you could feel how hard he was under his jeans.

You moaned at the friction.

“Fuck I wanna hear more.” Charles groaned.

Charles grabbed the back of your thigh and wrapped your leg round his waist. The rough material of his jeans rubbed against the thin lace that covered your pussy.

“Charles.” You moaned.

“Jesus Y/N you are going to be the death of me.” Charles sighed.

Charles’ words went straight to your core. You were desperate for him to the point you truly had no control over yourself. You pushed yourself off the wall and shoved Charles back against it.

“Let me show you how true what you just said is.” 

You made quick work of undoing the buckle of his belt and dipped your hand into his boxers to feel him completely solid for you. Slowly, you ran your fingers up his length, to the tip which was leaking pre-cum. Charles’ hips bucked into your hand as a small whimper escaped his lips.

As you continued to pump him, you ghosted your lips over his, along his jawline and to his ear.

“How badly do you want to cum in my mouth?” 

Your lips grazed his neck, as Charles slowly became putty in your hands. His pulse throbbing against his delicate skin.

“So fucking badly.” Charles moaned.

You took Charles’ member fully out of his boxers and sunk to your knees.

In that moment you were lost in the euphoria he was causing without even touching you, a moan slipped from your lips at the sight in front of you. He was the perfect mixture of length and girth. Your mind was running wild with the thought of him being inside you and how good he’d make you feel.

You ran your tongue along the underside of his cock and around the tip to collect the leaking pre-cum. 

The sight above you was heavenly. Charles’ head tipped back, eyes screwed shut in pleasure and his thick neck tense as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down with his deep breathes. Without hesitation you wrapped your lips around his member and sunk him further down your throat. You bobbed your head up and down with little resistance from your throat. Charles was a mess. Sweat glistened across his brow as he watched you suck his soul out from within him.

Sensing Charles was watching you, you fluttered open your eyes an looked up at him through your eyelashes. Something snapped inside of you. You gripped hold of Charles thigh as you guided your free hand down to your core. It was soaked, leaking through the pretty lace. 

Your fingers found your clit causing a moan to erupt from the back of your throat. The vibration caused Charles’ eyes to open and hips to buck.

“You tell me you’re not mine but here you are pleasuring yourself whilst sucking my cock.” Charles smirked down at you.

His hands wrapped your locks into a makeshift ponytail. 

“Be a good girl and make yourself cum.” His grip tightened in your hair as he guided your mouth up and down his cock so you could concentrate on getting yourself off.

It didn’t take much until you felt the familiar coil form. Moans fell from your mouth around Charles’ cock as you reached closer to your high.

“Let go for me Y/N.” Charles moaned.

The coil snapped. Pleasure washed over your body as you grabbed onto Charles’ thigh for dear life. Your moans rippled through Charles’ cock and throughout his body. The sight of you cock drunk and orgasming sent Charles over the edge. His grip harshened in your hair.

“Fuck Y/N I’m gonna cum.” Charles groaned as he tipped his head back in ecstasy.

You sucked Charles dry of his cum. The milky warm fluid hitting the back of your throat. You swallowed as much as you could and rose to your feet.

Both of you readjusted yourself and looked at each other.

Charles reached out and swiped his thumb at the corner of your mouth. He gently tapped it on your bottom lip, signalling for you to open up. You did as you were told and sucked his thumb clean of his cum that had leaked out of your mouth.

“You look so beautiful sucking my cock and playing with yourself.” Charles held your face as he gazed into your eyes, thinking about how he was a dead man walking now he had lost all restraint.

“What the fuck did you just say about my sister Leclerc.” Carlos’ voice boomed down the corridor.

“You are a deadman.” That was the last thing Charles heard as Carlos’ fist collided with his face.

[hikarry]

Consider: Aziraphale finding out about the Montero video clip

"Angel!" Oh dear. Whenever he sounded this excited it was never good news. "Do yourself a favor and sit down, yes?"

"Yes. Good morning to you too, my dear."

"Uhum." Aziraphale was not exactly used to being manhandled, but whatever was on Crowley’s mind and was causing whatever frenetic energy this was, made him very inclined to indeed force the angel to sit down on the big chair, holding him by the shoulders and pushing him down very unceremoniously. "I found something hilarious."

"Is that so?" Crowley sat on the arm of the chair, crossing his legs in a probably not very comfortable position, but after 6000 years Aziraphale was of the opinion the demon had not a single bone in his corporation.

With a swift motion he grabbed his phone from his back pocket and typed something quickly. Aziraphale was looking at the phone, more out of politeness than anything else. He had no idea what was going on on that tiny screen.

"Yes." Crowley couldn't help but snort, even though the supposedly funny thing was not on display yet. "It's a song. An oldish one at that, I don't know how I didn't find it earlier."

"Oh, bebop?" The angel let his body relax against the back rest of the chair. "You know you and I have very different tastes when it comes to music."

The demon clicked his tongue in response, quite clearly not paying enough attention to form proper words. He snorted again when he finally found whatever it was he was looking for.

"The song isn't the point. It's catchy, but not my thing." He leaned over Aziraphale, arm against arm, putting the phone in front of both of them. "I will give you 5 seconds to guess what is it we are looking at."

"5 seconds? That's sound a little unfair, don't you th-" Too late, the video had began. Aziraphale actually made an effort to try and amuse Crowley, just this once. There were a lot of clouds and very vibrant colors. Some type of garden with Greek like ruins. "A garden? In Greece?"

"A garden, yes. In Greece, no. Keep watching. Last chance."

The video kept rolling and Aziraphale could physically feel how constricted like a spring ready to jump Crowley was becoming beside him.

"Oh, a snake! It has your colors, doesn't it? Are black and red snakes natural in nature?"

"Focus, angel."

Right, focus.

"It's a big snake."

"Yes. A snake. In a garden. Hm?"

"Yes, I can see it, Crowley. I'm not-" Okay, yes. Snakes didn't usually turns into humanoid creatures. In a garden...gasp. "Is this supposed to be the Garden of Eden?! And you?!"

"No, not me. Inspired by me, more like. But yes! Exactly!"

"The Garden didn't look anything like that. Greek architecture had not been invented back then yet."

"And pink grass had?"

"...Do I show up?"

"Nah. There's enough songs about angels."

"I beg to-." Right, stuff was going down hill. "They...turned you quite sexual, didn't they?"

"Not me. Inspired by me." Yes, details. "And I am the demon of Temptation. What's more tempting than sex?"

"A good Oscar Wilde first edition, for starters." Aziraphale mumbled, but Crowley clearly heard.

"Right. Oscar Wilde. I thought we were talking about me."

"I thought you said it wasn't you?"

"Ngk. Technically not me. Anyway, that's what I wanted to show you. But-" He pulled the video forward slightly. "Let me show you what humans are doing with the imagery of Lucifer nowadays."

"Is he...going to Hell down a pole?"

"You've heard of pole dancing?"

"Yes. Mrs. Sandwich enlightened me." The angel adjusted the glasses on his nose, leaning slightly forward so he could look closer at the video. "Didn't you have some boots like those back in the 80s?"

"Myeah. Similar."

"I never saw you wearing them again. Whatever happened to them?"

"Probably in the flat somewhere. I haven't been female for a hot second."

"Your point?"

Crowley looked down at him, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

"What?"

"Are you saying you can't wear them anymore because you've been male for 4 decades?"

"Well-"

"Correct me if I'm mistaken, but," he pointed at the video. "That looks like a young man to me."

"Hm. Touché."

"What is he doing now?"

"That's called a lap dance."

"He is dancing in the lap of Satan?"

"Maybe he would have been a better boss if he had been given a couple of lap dances between the millennia."

"...is this allowed?"

"I don't see why not. I like the sense of humor." As the video ended, he put it back again on his back pocket.

"I was right. It was bebop."

"As I said: not my thing either." Aziraphale folded his hands on his lap, the movement being closely watched by the demon besides him.

"I see you are still inspiring generations. Humans always did make interesting artwork with your resemblance." Crowley didn't answer. Aziraphale stayed quiet a couple more moments, waiting for him to say something. "Crowley?"

"Yeah. So. Hm." He seemed to have been snapped out of his own thoughts, laying his hands on his knee and slightly leaning towards the angel. "About those boots-"

[thelonelyme]

♧𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐱♧

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𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞: ディズニー ツイ���テッドワンダーランド[Twisted Wonderland]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨/𝐢: Malleus Draconia, mc.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: An unexpected ending. [mc x Malleus Draconia]

𝐀𝐕𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐄: FEM READER. This is just a drabble I imagined as i was listening to "Once upon a dream". this song does weird things to me ig. I wanted it to be a fluffyy-ish drabble, but it ended up being a little bit yandere, guess It's just me and my habits. By reading this there will be hints of yandere behaviours, slightly suggestive themes and fluff.

I walked with you once upon a dream..

The sweet music continued to resonate in the lightly lit ballroom as the muffled sounds of the shoes dragging in a slow and harmonious were ignored by the two.

The gloved hands of the fae were so gracefully resting on the precious material of your dress, as if to fear that a wrong movement might have snatched away that so graceful and fragile dream and made it fade into shades of black and pain, slightly rippling his fingers so you could not escape him in any way, and while the nostalgic melody seemed to project both in a new and intimate space.

That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam..

His adam’s apple moved in sync with the voices that rocked the melody, humming as his pure emerald eyes melted into yours for those that looked like minutes, just watching you and wandering what did he do for deserving someone like you. You truly were something from another world.

He continued before resting his hand that had fallen down your hips back on you upper back as he hooked and led you to wedge your head in his slightly chilly neck.

You could feel the vibrations on the scalp cleverly woven previously by experienced fae, humming melodies that you catched in your childhood, you could hear the invisible noise of the tissues rubbing against each other as the long skirt curled around the ankles of the fae while he made you move against him.

The night breeze along with the distinct smell of pine trees snuck inside the room, thus bringing your hair and his to move in tandem.

One of his hands tightly wrapped to yours as you glided along the polished tiles of the hall, so bright and resplendent that you can admire the ceiling painted with its suffused candles and dream of dancing on all those, as if to separate you two and that other world was just a sheet of thin but invisible glass that you both erased with the flutter of capes.

The glow of his irises seemed to shine even more when he twirled you one last time before taking off a glove and grabbing your warmest.

The black enamel, that seemed to be perpetually applied to his nails, shimmered under the subtle and cold moonshine made the pale skin even more ethereal as the muscles and bones of his hand moved simultaneously with the movement of his thumb that tenderly caressed your soft hand and laid in your lap.

His feline eyes were only and only directed at you as he flew his other hand across your abdomen, gently tracing elegant spirals before moving to your cleavage and slowly trace with his fingers both collarbones, causing a series of chills that did nothing but fuel the glow of his irises and his mischievous smile that he put in so you could see his dimples and sharp fangs.

A view dedicated and destined only to his beloved, the only one that had been able to melt the metal armor and intrude with arrogance in his mind, body and soul.

He slid his cold nails down the softness of your neck, making sure to map every single part of it before cuddling one hand in the recess while the other continued to travel the lines of your face, the jaw, tracing and leaving touches ghosts everywhere his hand passed, your skin that tried to mark in focus every sensation and every tingling that his touch carried away every time he moved.

He drew the bridge of the lips, the sagging of the nasal septum, slightly cold cheeks, eyelids and eyelashes, as well as eyebrows and forehead.

Your moonlight reflection was ethereal to him, so unnaturally perfect even for a fae like him. He had seen other similar beauties that for humans were merely unattainable, a different elegance and simply alien even to the most beautiful among both men and women, levels of perfection that even he did not think he could imagine as a kid.

But you made him think otherwise.

You could have your infinite imperfections, but to him, the outer shell was a simple appearance, and he knew that often the most beautiful people were actually the most rotten and poisonous.

To him it was your attitude that drew him to you like a moth, coveting and devouring those acts of benevolence and kindness that were taken from him by his seemingly unapproachable character and his status that could not be ignored to the point of simply chaining him to you.

The burning desire was not something that could simply extinguish with a snap of the fingers and a simple spell, the flames that burned it from the inside did not do high that claw at the chest whenever he thought of you, to your projects you chose to share with him.

The only way was to be with you.

His brows were softened by the memory of your marriage, the same dance you had now performed with the same passion and love, which always had something new: a movement more violent or sweeter, the music stronger and promiscuous or more sweet and lulling, inducing both to a hypnotism from which neither wanted to wake up.

Clearing his throat, he walked to one of the many stained glass windows from the various places with your hand in his.

Shades of green, purple and white dominated the stained glass windows that portrayed stories of ancient times full of magic and graceful figures sculpted elegantly in glass plates so refined that you ask if people like that could really exist and if places like those depicted could even be minimally described by those who had never been able to admire them.

They told stories and the ancient history of the Briar Valley along it's rulers and kingdom.

The clothes so different and so unique from everything you could see, jewels so beautiful to make shine even from a simple representation. And a recurring horned woman like the ones that your husband proudly had.

As the clouds moved in front of the moon, it seemed that those still images turned into a waltz of actions, coronations, struggles and victories, of people living their lives in colored mirrors ,indifferent to people who could observe them.

Images so intricate that you wonder how many people it took to complete even one and how long it took.

The glass was slightly wrinkled, which distorted the moonlight like crystal clear water reflecting sunlight on the golden sand, and framed by skilfully worked iron in such a way as to look majestic while remaining simple at the same time.

He continued to walk along the corridor illuminated by flaming torches that gave perpetual light to paintings of imposing women and men, young people and children who exhibited their figure in immortal paintings. It stopped when suddenly a wave of wonder and dislocation did not overwhelm both your bodies, leaving behind nothing but shining lights as if to witness your passage.

A warm breath on the neck, fangs dragging gracefully over the flesh near your ear, as if they weren’t there at all.

"Just as the way you did once upon a dream, my dearest"

[luvsturniolo]

Hi do you think you could do a nick x male reader where the reader has been sad and nick surprises him with a date in the backyard and gives him a kiss as they just like lay under the moonlight

ー ★ !! starkissed

pairing : nick sturniolo x male!reader

synopsis : described in req ^^

a/n : okay i’m really hoping that this isn’t bad because i don’t want to portray these characters incorrectly. if u have any constructive criticism feel free to lmk !! also, i aplogize that it's kinda short.

wc : 0.9k

you've had a horrible week so far. well, nothing specific happened to make it shitty, but there hasn't been a single positive thought run through your head recently. every bone in your body feels exhausted and you're sick of it. you want to feel normal. you want to be happy. but you just cant like your mind is going agianst you – trying to make you upset. and if so, it's definitely working.

your boyfriend has noticed your change in demeanor and has been trying his hardest to cheer you up. he's gifted you with flowers ; snuck into your room at night for cuddles ; surprised you with your favorite snacks ; etc. but nothing's worked. and you feel even shittier knowing that your bad mood makes him feel responsible.

the last thing you want is for him to think it's his fault that you're upset. because it's not his fault! and you wish you could explain to him why you're sad, but you can't. you can't even explain to yourself why you're upset. god, you're so incredibly sick of feeling like this.

as you lay in your bed, trying to take a nap, slow music blares through your headphones. you're wearing your comfort hoodie – one that nick gave you on your guys' first date – with the hood pulled over your hair. under the fabric, you have speakers covering your ears to play music. you were hoping that if the singer's voice was loud enough, it would drown out your thoughts and you could focus on something other than being sad for once. but of course, it's not working.

just as you're about to fall alseep, you feel your phone vibrate with a message from nick. you know it's from him because he's the only contact you don't have on DND. you lazily grab and unlock your phone, opening snapchat where he texted you from.

babe !! what're u doing rn ?

js laying in bed .. why

bc i was wondering if u wanted to come over to my place for the night :)

sure <3

you turn off your phone and stuff it into the pocket of your hoodie before removing your headphones from your ears – a wave of sadness washing over you due to the lack of noise to distract you from all the shit going on in your life right now. you scoot over to the edge of your bed and put on the pair of shoes closest to you at the moment. your outfit looks like shit, to be honest. but whatever. at least it reflects what's going on in your life, right?

you and nick live in the same neighborhood so his house is only a few blocks away on foot. after leaving your house, your arrive at his about seven minutes later. you knock on the door and awkwardly stand on the porch for a moment before nick swings it open and pulls you into a tight embrace, hugging you happily. he pulls back and peppers your face with kisses, making you smile a tad.

"i have a surprise for you." he tells you, grabbing your hand and gently pulling you inro the house. you chuckle, shutting the door behind you as you're guided into the backward. in the center of the yard, you see a tent. you can tell nick put it up and decorated the inside to be pretty for you judging by the light shining through the fabric causing small shadows to splay across the grass. "i thought it'd be nice to lay under the stars tonight."

"under the stars?" you mimick, cocking your head to the side with a small and teasing smile grazing your lips. "how romantic, nicolas."

"well, matt and chris won't be here tonight. so i thought it'd be a good idea to do something with you. i can tell you've been in a shitty mood and even though you said i can't fix it, i hate seeing you like this." nick rambles, making your smile widen even more at the sound of his voice rushing out. "also, i know how much you love astronomy and stars and everything. so i thought it'd be nice to watch them together. y'know there's supposed to be an alignment tonight? i read on some website that mercury –"

you cut off his ranting by grabbing him by the cheeks and cupping his face in your hands. he instantly shuts up and you laugh before pressing your mouth to his. he smiles against your lips and your mood raises by a lot from that simple gesture.

you break the kiss and tell him that you love his idea. with that, you guys make your way down the yard to his tent. just as you'd thought, nick had decorated it to look comfy. there are about ten blankets on the floor and a few on top for warmth while you sleep. he also brought out a ton of pillows and a flashlight – which is what must have caused the shadows you saw. on the roof of the tent, there's a mesh netting so you can see the sky but also be inside.

you flop backward onto the blankets, making nick laugh at you. he reaches up and turns off the flashlight so you can see the stars better. then, he lays down beside you, resting his head on your chest to look up at the night sky peppered with little suns.

"they look like diamonds," you mutter in a whisper. "they're so little and there are so many. yet they never fail to take my breath away."

you feel nick sigh, "you're kinda like a star, then."

"what?" you ask.

"there are so many people in this world. and everyone is so small in comparison to the universe." he explains. "and yet, you're my favorite of them all. and you never fail to take my breath away."

tags : @kasqnxx @lvrsparadise @prettysturniolo @strniolo @urmyslxt @cupidsturniolo @opheliaofficial07 @thetriplets3 @sturn1olo-ffics @uhnanix @deadxrx @kitaysworld @lovelysturniolo @wilmalovegood @ladylokilaufeyson5 @sturniolopepsi @strnilolo @knowingnothingnoel @its-jennarose @lea0518 @slaysturniolo @sturnlover @tcvazq

[thesnazzysharky]

All Alone - A Inner Monologue from Specimen 9

TW: Implied rape and graphic descriptions of violence. You can also view this story on AO3 as seen here ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 我孤身一人。 (I was all alone.) 我從我以為的永久死亡中醒來。濕的。冷。黑暗。我的身體塗滿了黏土。被所有的「木頭」包圍著。 (I woke up from what I thought was my permanent death. Wet. Cold. Dark. My body coated in clay. Surrounded by all the “logs”.) 我的心碎了，支離破碎。我不再知道自己是誰。我是誰？我幾歲了？我叫什麼名字？我以前是住在安靜舒適的家中，還是寒冷破落的街上？我有過妻子或孩子嗎？ (My mind was broken and shattered. I no longer knew who I was. Who was I? How old was I? What was my name? Was I previously living in the quiet comfort of a home or the cold and decrepit streets? Did I ever have a wife or kids?) 我再也記不起… (I could no longer remember…) 那些鬼子… 日本人… (Those demons… the Japanese…) 我記得一些事情 我記得他們所做的一切 實驗 折磨 酷熱 嚴寒 注射 切割 尖叫聲 所有被折磨的男人、婦女、兒童、嬰兒… (I did remember something. I remembered everything they did. The experiments. The torture. The heat. The cold. The injections. The cutting. The screams. All of those tortured men, women, children, infants…) 他們對待我們的方式。我們甚至不被視為人類。對他們來說，我們只是小玩具。他們可以為所欲為的玩具。 (The way they treated us. How we weren't even viewed as human. We were just little toys to them. Toys that they could do whatever they wanted with.) 我仍然記得每天籠罩在我們頭上的絕望。我還記得當那些孩子的父母沒有回到牢房時，他們淚流滿面的表情。我還記得我牢房旁邊的婦女在男人們打開門鎖後，是如何默默受創，她們… (I still remember the despair looming over us everyday. I still remember the tearful looks on those children's faces when their parents didn’t come back to their cells. I still remember how silently traumatized the woman next to my cell was after the men unlocked the door and they…) … 我還記得他們把我剖開的情景。我的身體在劇痛中扭動。我的尖叫聲充斥著整個房間，並在大廳中迴盪。當他們把他們的手和所有的小工具塞進我脆弱的身體時，我向他們求救。然後一切都暗了下來… (I still remember them cutting me open. My body wriggled in agonizing pain. My screams filled the room and echoed down the halls. I begged for help as they jammed their hands and all of their little tools into my fragile body. Then everything went dark...) 現在我變成這樣了 (And now I'm this.)

我把自己藏在陰暗處好一陣子 但總覺得不對勁 一種愧疚感，混雜��對那些……東西的憤怒、憤怒、憤恨。以及他們對我們所做的一切 (I hid myself in the shadows for awhile, but something felt wrong. A sense of guilt, mixed with this burning, bubbling, raging ocean of hatred for those... things. And what they had done to us.)

我回去了 急於報仇，解放我的人民。是時候讓仇恨的海嘯沖垮他們了。就這樣 (I went back. Eager to get my revenge and free my people. It was time to let that tsunami of hatred come crashing down on them. And so it did.) 這是一次奇妙的經歷。他們可憐地向我開槍，卻毫無作用。當我走向他們時，他們試圖逃跑的樣子。他們尖叫的美妙音樂傳入我的耳朵。 (It was an amazing experience. The way they pathetically shot at me to no effect. The way they tried to run away as I made my way towards them. The way the beautiful music of their screams made their way to my ears.) 我喜歡折斷他們的骨頭。我喜歡看見他們的身體在痛苦中扭動和掙扎。我喜歡用我新發現的力量讓他們燃燒。我喜歡撕開他們的身體。我喜歡看我的殺戮有多有創意。他們在死之前能承受多大的痛苦。如果我這樣做而不是那樣做，他們的尖叫聲會有多大。我可以讓他們承受多大的痛苦。 (I loved snapping and breaking their bones. I loved seeing their bodies squirm and writhe in pain. I loved setting them ablaze with my newfound powers. I loved tearing their bodies open. I loved seeing how creative I could get with my kills. How much pain they could handle before expiring. How loudly they would scream if I did this instead of that. How much I could make them suffer.) 他們現在是我的小玩具……因此，我的腦海沉醉於孩子般的本能殺戮慾望。我不再思考 我只想盡可能地讓那些可怕的日本鬼子痛苦。我繼續殺戮。我盡力確保那些惡魔一個也逃不出我的手掌心。我放火燒毀了周圍的一切。 (They were now my little toys... and so my mind became drunken with a childish and instinctive desire to kill. I was no longer thinking. I just wanted to cause as much pain to those horrible Japan devils as possible. I continued the killing. I tried to make sure not a single one of those demons escaped my grasp. I set fire to everything and everyone around me.) 然後我就醒了 (Then I woke up.)

突然，當我檢視周遭環境時，周遭的一切都被摧毀了。建築物消失了。我的身體塗上了紅色。一些火苗仍然揮之不去 而且到處都是燒焦的屍體……而且大部分都不是科學家。 (Suddenly, as I examined my surroundings, everything around me was destroyed. The building was gone. My body was coated in red. Some flames of fire still lingered. And there were charred bodies everywhere... and most weren't the scientists.) 我把他們全殺了 我所有的族人 所有我想拯救的人 都是為了報復那些殺了我的人，盲目自私的憤怒。有些人因為跑出大樓或那天沒去上班而躲過了我的憤怒。我沒有機會殺死那個戴圓框眼鏡的人… (I killed them all. All of my people. All of those I wanted to save. All in a blind selfish rage to get back at those who murdered me. Some of which were able to escape my rage due to running out of the building or simply not showing up to work that day. I never got to kill that man in the round glasses...)

我現在是個怪物了 (I'm a monster now.) 我再也不能在人行道上隨意散步。我再也不能安安靜靜地坐在家中。我再也不能吃喝拉撒睡。我再也不能友善地向鄰居打招呼。我再也不能參與有趣的嗜好。我再也無法擁抱我的孩子，告訴他們睡前故事，或是在工作前給我的妻子最後的一個吻，如果我有他們的話。 (No longer would I be able to go for a casual stroll on a sidewalk. No longer would I be able to peacefully sit quietly in whatever home I had. No longer would I be able to eat, drink, and sleep. No longer would I be able to give a friendly hello to a neighbor. No longer would I be able to take part of fun hobbies. No longer would I be able hug my kids and tell them bedtime stories or give my wife one last kiss before work, if I had them.) 我再也不能做人了。 (No longer would I be able to be human.)

即使是這樣，我也可以成為英雄。一個救世主。一個領導者。一個演說者 但現在我認識的所有人都死了 沒有人能知道他們的痛苦 因為只剩下我一個人了 (Even in this form, I could've been a hero. A savior. A leader. A speaker. But now everyone I once knew is dead. Nobody will be able to know of their suffering as I'm the only one left.) 我能做的只有哀悼。哀悼那些被我謀殺的人。哭泣。哭泣，淹沒在我內疚和羞愧的淚水中。尖叫。為了我變成的怪物，為了我永遠失去、永遠也回不去的東西，尖叫幾個小時。 (All I can do is mourn. Mourn those I had murdered. Weep. Weep and drown in my own tears of overwhelming guilt and shame. And scream. Scream for hours on end about the monster I became and what I have permanently lost and will never get back.) 我對著天空尖叫了幾個小時。把我所有的痛苦和煎熬都吼了出來 不知道是否有人會聽到。我的喉嚨乾了，聲帶也繃緊了，但我的求救聲仍未得到任何潛在的神甚至人類的回應。 (I have been screaming into the sky for hours. Blaring all of my pain and suffering. Wondering if any of it will ever be heard. My throat dries and my vocal cords strain, yet, my pleas for help have yet to be answered by any potential god or even human.) 我一個人。 (I'm all alone.)

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Hello everyone! It's my b-b-birthday! I wanted to post this earlier, but I ran into some internet problems and I had other stuff to deal with. Now it's finally posted! Originally I wanted to write about a slice of life story between Spooky and her father for my birthday, but I simply never had the proper time to fully flesh that out. So, I wrote this last night! Specimen 9 is one of my favorite specimens, so I wanted to make a little short story about him and how tragic he is. As a bonus detail, I added Chinese text to fit with Taker's origins. I didn't want to use Google Translate and call it a day, so I used DeepL Translate. Supposedly the world's most accurate translator.

Lastly, you may have noticed my profile pic changed. Check out this post from my awesome friend @alaskinapples99! She made this amazing artwork of me for my birthday that really warmed my heart. Thank you so much! And thank you to everyone else for liking or reblogging and showing me support over these past few months! I wrote this theory months ago and I still get a notification about it every now and then. Which is pretty crazy to me. Definitely one of my most proud posts. Anyways that's enough of me yapping. Thanks for reading and have a snazzy day!

[latibulater]

Venture Bros Rewatch notes: Eeney Meeney Miney Magic

I love Rusty's bedroom but do we think that look is a holdover from the last time Jonas remodeled (as it's not dated enough to be 60s when the compound was built) or did Rusty remodel the bedroom as soon as he inherited the master bedroom?

Dean and Hank are playing Ouija is so cute

ENTERING....MR ORPHEUS. He comes OUT of the orphan heart machine (??? why?) and zaps Helper and knocks out Dean and Hank, so Dr. O can disable electronics and also cause instant sleep all with just a single nonverbal look...And his lankiness...his sharp edges...EARLY SEASON ORPHEUS ILU

"His magical Dracula powers" "youre standing there in FLAMES" whoever wrote this scene has a child

"brock is it okay if i cry?" after brock just choked him for waking the bodyguard up too sudden. there is both so much to say yet nothing needs to be said its all there

i can't figure out if you need to go outside to get to orpheus' part of the compound, dean is wearing a jacket over his pjs but no shoes and rusty has his rarely seen bathrobe and slippies

"abandoned arachnid lab" WHAT was GOING ON????

i LOVE the pan-ups for introducing characters

Orpheus was saving Helper........"his feeble mind had perceived what's not possible" this is contributing to my idea that our Helper is like Ben's Helper in that they are uh....not cyborgs exactly but meaty machines

Led zeppelin is pretty much the only music brock listen to during sex

How does Rusty not know Orpheus' name already? He's literally the landlord

"junior college upstate" "fEEL it's evil grip PuUUUUUULL ME BACK IN"

"scuba" "scuba" "scuba"

TRIANA girl of the hour. How is she so well adjusted and normal-acting. I want so badly to see a scene or two of Triana at school. Can she use her magic there? Is she is similar classes as Dermott?

"Single parent eh? Common ground" Rusty is so desperate for a friend as soon as he realizes Orpheus is bit like him he drops all snobbish pretenses

THE QTIP COMMENT. I LAUGH. "a walking reminder of our common shame"

"I saw him kill a guy with sock full of party snaps" okay but then doesn't in the next episode Dean get confused about Brock killing people at all? The whole body bags were sleeping bags bit? More evidence of mind erasure

"I'm kind of home tutored in a box my pop made. it sometimes gets very hot in the box. that my pop made" "wow that's kinda screwy" this is the entire moment of what made Triana hang out with dean and her bemusement tolerance and at the end (before prom) fondness

Brock fixing Helper is soooooooo sexy i wish i could chew on his forearms like a rawhide bone

Hank seeing an endless expanse of nature with Rusty wanting to spend time with him, contrasted then by Brock actually being the one present to get Hank out of the way

"we two doctor dads" LITERALLY RUSTY STOP he's got an instant crush and he is just so thrilled to have someone to hang out with. okay with the message O leaves for Triana who just left for school, but at the end she gets bored waiting for her dad at dinner. they seriously spend all day at rusty's lab?

"dont think i didnt notice the neon appointments" GAY BOYS

Rusty acting like an overly typical irate father, he was so channeling jonas trying to impress the only other single father he's ever met

BROCK WITH THE PULLED BACK HAIR MEOW

"i DARE you to make less sense!"

Orpheus just pulled...a singular cupcake with pink frosting out of an upper cabinet....why do the Ventures live like this. 4 boys and a robot.

okay but the whole kitchen scene is so funny and really contrasting rusty and orpheus' character designs, in s1 orpheus really is all long lines and huge blocky black cloak, compared to rusty's tiny little frame, honestly we need more ...(rustyxorpheus=.....thapheus?) of this. the way rusty asks if he wants another brew "kaey"

hank's impression of their dad is hilarious

"the beast hungers for them...i just dont get how they can get the door open"

Orpheus commands the open "by the crimson name of lord balayseeta(?) i command you to open" and shit really DOES open for like a mile around and in-universe implications are that somehow Rusty has created this deeply magic resistant bio-engineered machine

the whole play by play about the orphan heart...........it was probably a clone of hank or dean....

marco

POLO

mAARRRRCO

polo polo!

m a r c o

POLO

Brock sitting down to hug Dean for feeling bad that is so sweet.

True love seems to be flimsy yet real and based upon chemicals, so could be the person they love most who makes their brainvlight up most when they see them

the way Orpheus stretches out his hands and launches it at the joycan to go into hell. he can just send shit to hell if he wants. and he can NOT go to hell or traverse, but he punches one way tickets.

i LOOOOOOOOOVE this episode truly 9/10

[sweetaliencheeks]

THE ONE WHERE THEY DANCE

As I stood up from the bed, I caught a glimpse of myself in the small mirror and ran a limp hand across my the right side of my face. My cheeks were bright red and softly framed by unruly hair that stuck slightly to my forehead, although it was never too hot in Knowhere, it certainly had been hot enough in that room to make me sweat. I stretched out my arms before throwing my t-shirt on, watching as it slid off my shoulder. I pulled it down a little, trying to cover my thighs as much as I could. But even with my clothes now on, I was exposed. My hair was messy, my clothes were wrinkly, and my face was bare, so there was nothing shielding me from his gaze. And maybe that’s why, despite the lack of any possible embellishment and filters, I felt so beautiful. I felt beautiful beneath that gaze, I felt confident and loved, and like nothing could ever get to me. I shifted my stare from myself to the back of the room and smiled at Rocket as he turned around on his chair to face me.

“What are you looking at?” I half laughed, roaming through the bed covers, trying to find the hair tie I once had.

“Nothin’” he replied with a soft sigh. I rolled my eyes before turning my back on my him and carrying on with my search.

“Nothing?” I asked, mimicking his accent.

“Didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to look at ya” he replied with a snort. Of course he was allowed, all I wanted was to feel the sweet warmth of his eyes on my body. Not that I’d ever tell him, or that I’d ever let him do so without a little fighting back.

“You’ve looked at me plenty last night” finally giving up on tying my hair, I tried the best I could to comb it out with my fingers, bent over awkwardly in front of the mirror. I looked at him over my shoulder. He was still sitting at his desk, going over plans and reading blueprints because after all, we did have to build shelter for all the animals he had rescued. I was startled when music started to play as Rocket plugged in the Zune. I turned around, flashing an upside down smile at the sight of his glasses, I was never going to get used to the fact that he had to wear them.

“That ain’t enough” a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, as he extended his hand towards me in a soft motion “Come ‘ere”

“Yes, sir” of course I obliged and walked slowly over to where he was, grabbing his hand the moment I could. He tugged on it to pull me closer and looked up at me, bright eyes analysing every single detail of my face, and then proceeded to kick off his boots and climb on top of his desk. His eyes never left mine as he squeezed my hand and carefully set it on his shoulder, and his hands crept up my hips and settled around my waist. A mix between surprise and pleasure caused a faint gasp to escape my mouth “What are you doing?”

“Dancin’” in my shock and surprise, all I could muster at his answer was a chuckle. I pulled him closer. The situation might have been completely unusual and out of character, but it made every single bit of my body heat up with giddiness.

“Dancing? I thought you only danced on special occasions” steadily, we began to move and falling in step, letting the slow rhythm control our movements. Everything around us had simply vanished. All the noise and people around us dissolved. I could no longer hear the other people in the building or the noises of the everyday life on the streets. There was nothing beside he and I, alone. His brown eyes glistened, and a smile spread across his sweet face.

“Yeah, this ain’t special enough for ya?” he taunted, nodding at the where his hands were set on my waist. I laughed. Uncontrollable waves of heavy feelings surged through my whole body, and my fingers tingled in delight. My hand brushed across his cheek and he grinned, flashing me with a whole set of pointy teeth. I had known and loved Rocket for as long as I could remember my own existence, it was rooted in my soul and in my bones, and I would follow him to lengths he couldn’t even imagine. I loved him on his rainy days, when all he gave me were storms and all I heard was thunder, I loved him on days when I wasn’t even sure that I could love myself. I was his through everything the universe threw at us and now that he was someone else, I was getting to know him again and learning how to love him the way he was now that he finally got to be himself. And it was like falling in love all over again just as easily as I did the first time.

“I mean, as long as I’m with you, I guess” I drew him closer to my chest, and he wrapped his arms tighter around my body. A jolt of pleasure ran up my spine. My body was acting on its own as we kept moving, it was like there were no chains and no shame to hold me back from this pure paradise.

“Do ya wanna make it special?” again, he looked up at me. His voice was airy and raspy, and my stomach was aching and my head was spinning. It was almost intoxicating to be in that moment.

“Are you proposing?” I chortled at my own question “This is good enough for me, you know?” I added, before planting a small kiss on his forehead. He laid his head on my chest, and we continued to dance, completely lost in the music that I never wanted to stop.

“Proposing? Yeah, right. Keep dreamin’” he snickered softly against my sternum before pulling away just enough to wipe the stray hairs away from my face, the warmth of his gaze seemed to penetrate my skin “But I do love ya”

“Oh, you’re gonna drop it just like that?” my breath was hitched in my throat, heart drumming so loud in my ears that I could barely hear the music. Rocket buried his face on my neck “Do you mean it?”

“Nah, just said it to make ya happy” he mumbled, I could feel his hot breath and his lips moving on my neck as he spoke. I playfully rolled my eyes and pressed my cheek against the top of his head, a moment of truly crushing happiness.

“You do know how to be romantic” my lips were on his ear as I whispered ever so softly.

“Shut up” he brought his head up from underneath my hair and opened his eyes before removing his glasses and folding them neatly to set them aside. He leaned in and rubbed the tip of his muzzle against my cheek, and I lifted my hand to brush it against his face. I loved him so dearly that no words could ever express it, so I decided that it was the moment to use my actions instead. I planted my lips on his and wrapped my arms tight around his neck, and he held me tighter as the kiss continued. We kissed once, and twice, and again. Rocket and I were different songs, we had always been. He sounded like the blues we had been dancing to and he sounded like a funky 80s song, he was an acquired taste and he was misunderstood, but he was unique. On the other hand, I was pop and country. I was easy on the ears but I was sweetly broken, a ghost of kindness that people never listened to deeper than what was in front of them. But I had so much more to offer. And I understood Rocket, and he took all that I had to give. And quite frankly, it didn’t really matter what kind of music we were or what music we listened to, or that we had been dancing to static for a while, because he was the only song I needed to keep dancing.

So I wrote this based on the request by the lovely @radanian & I once again, made it longer than it had to be… But I hope it’s as you expected it would be and I hope you all enjoy it 🤍 I’m a dancer, but only when I’m drunk or with people I’m really comfortable with (although those are two VERY different dance styles lmao), I think it’s important for us to know that there is a dancer in everyone, we just gotta give them the time to heal and let them out. The song here is “It’s Been a Long, along Time” by Harry James & His Orchestra.

I’m also tagging @cosmic-lavender because you were quite excited to read it, so I hope you like it, too 🤍

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it. I’ve got loads of stuff in my drafts and have been writing non stop for days now, I’m very excited to share it all with you! I love you all and remember that you matter, and that I am forever grateful to every single one of you for all the likes, reblogs, comments and messages. You’re the best x

[unknowndrone]

I’m Not Smiling

Yelena Belove X Fem! Reader

Warning: Mild language

Prompt: hi! can I have some yelena X fem!reader action? maybe something like yelena likes r and natasha accidentally makes yelena blurt it out in front of r without noticing? thanks

WC: 1.5k

Originally posted by kevinfeiges

I don’t own these Marvel characters.

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Yelena wasn’t really known for understanding her feelings. At such as young age, she was practically trained to push away any connection she would and could have with other people. Natasha would be the exception because she had grown up with her. That’s why when she had joined that Avengers as another teammate, she wasn’t expecting to feel a “connection” between any other members. Well, until you had come around. You were someone to be interacted with at first sight. From what Yelena could observe, she notices how very much liked you were by the whole team, and from what Natasha has told her, you were practically the glue that held the team together. You were the only person in the whole team who has never gotten on anyone’s bad side and that was for good reason.

You were friendly with Yelena, clearly showing that you trusted her with your whole heart. You made it clear to her that you had no guards up against her, being as open as possible to whatever Yelena’s wants and needs were. For Yelena, this affection and care had hit her deep within her heart. You were a genuinely caring person, something that she had lacked so much growing up. And seeing the way you would always check up on her after a mission of hers or yours made her heart flutter and beat rapidly. When you two started having movie nights together, the way you laughed was starting to become music to her own ears.

Though her favorite nights were when you two would just sit in the living room and talk. The two of you would talk for hours. In the beginning, there was some distance between the two of you, but in less than six months, she was already laying on your lap as you gently brush the knots out of her hair. It was the best feeling for her, honestly. To feel every single bone in her body relax as you hold her this close. If she could stay in this moment forever she would. Maybe she could get that doctor guy to do it for her, just keep rewinding this moment so Yelena could have more time to gaze at the way your eyes light up, the way your lips curve into a smile, the way your eyebrows would furrow together and you’d make that cute confused look on your face.

It was after a mission when Natasha had confronted Yelena. Before you had left for your mission earlier, Natasha had witnessed Yelena almost attack Wanda because apparently “playing as a couple” during a mission was considered “unprofessional” by Yelena’s standards. If it weren’t for Wanda profusely telling Yelena that it was just a mission and you gripping Yelena’s arm to get her to calm down, Yelena would’ve possibly blown up the facility.

After giving Yelena time to cool down, which had taken a good couple of hours, Natasha had gone to confront her sister over the situation.

“There is nothing wrong,” Yelena argues.

“Really?” Natasha asks.

“Yes, I am perfectly fine,” Yelena replies harshly. She begins walking towards her sleeping quarters.

Before Yelena could hide her feelings in her room, Natasha grabs the assassins’ shoulder. “Hey! Let me go!”

“You were jealous,” Natasha concludes.

Yelena pauses for a moment. Of course. How could she not be jealous? Wanda gets to do a mission with you and she gets to spend extra time with you without the disturbance of the other Avengers. Just thinking about the two of you in the quinjet is almost enough to make her skin crawl.

Her mind snaps back from her reverie, seeing Natasha was still holding her arm, she yanks it away. It causes Natasha to laugh. “Oh my god, Lena, you’re so in love.”

“Am not!”

“Okay,” she says. “Picture Y/N smiling.“

Immediately your smile paints in Yelena’s head. The familiar curve of your lips invades her visions. Then, unconsciously, a small smile begins to form on her own lips.

“Yeah, you’re so in love,” Natasha repeats.

The smile leaves as quickly as it came as Yelena smacks Natasha’s shoulder. “You’re a piece of shit, you know that?” She hisses.

Natasha scoffs. She only took Yelena’s annoyance as a cue to keep pushing her sister’s buttons until she was ready to explode. “Then I guess you’d be fine thinking about Wanda and Y/N holding hands, eating dinner together after a long long day, sharing a bed because SHIELD is too poor to afford two twin beds-” Natasha could almost see Yelena’s ears turning red, the smoke ready to puff out, but she keeps talking, “and right there, Wanda would turn on her favorite show and the two of them would binge-watch the show-”

“The mission isn’t supposed to last more than four hours,” Yelena manages to huff, but her breath was uneven as she tries her best to maintain her composure.

“Ahh, I’m not finished. And Y/N would lay her head on Wanda’s shoulder. There would be no one there to interrupt them on this perfect night and-”

All fed up, Yelena throws her hands up, “fine! You know what! What if I am?” She says angrily. “I’m in love with Y/N! That’s what it is. I am so in love, you know that Natasha? For the first time in my life, I feel like I found someone who takes care of me, who genuinely wants to be around me without feeling like I’m a threat to them or feeling like they’re forced to be with me. Y/N is the reason why I feel so alive. Around her, I feel like I’m more than just my past and that I deserve everything good, so excuse me if someone tries to take that away from me. Does Wanda know what Y/N’s favorite food is? No. Does she know what Y/N’s favorite sleeping position is? No. Does she know that Y/N hates watching shows that last for more than 12 seasons? No! I do. I know that. Y/N is my gift, she is my world, not hers.”

Natasha’s eyes widen out of pure shock.

“What? Are you surprised that I finally admitted it? Or are you trying to think of something so you can make fun of me again-“

Natasha grabs Yelena’s shoulders before turning her around. Yelena could only feel her heart sink when she sees you standing there, after a long mission, eyes stunned. The two sisters don’t know what to say or do, so it was up to you to break the silence.

“Well, uh, I was just about to go to my room and-“

“How much did you hear?” Yelena asks, the feeling of numbness was growing more and more in her body.

“Right up to when you called Natasha ‘a piece of shit’,” you tell her.

Natasha could only do so much as to pat her sister’s shoulders before excusing herself out, letting Yelena deal with the situation. If this ends badly, Yelena was going to swear on her life that she would murder Natasha for what she had just done.

“Well, uh-“ she starts.

You muster a cough, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. “I would ask you if you meant it, but I think I know you well enough to know that-“

Yelena begins fumbling with her doorknob, wanting desperately to escape this situation. “I’m sorry, let’s just pretend you didn’t hear that.” Her palms were starting to shake, her body failing to keep her composure as her friendship was surely about to fall apart.

You let off a small chuckle, whether or not that was a good thing Yelena wouldn’t be able to tell. You gently place a hand over her’s effectively causing Yelena to stop shaking. Yelena looks up and you watch those beautiful green orbs staring back at you and you could clearly see her on the verge of breaking down if you don’t start talking.

“Yelena, you know I love you, too, right?”

Even the way you say ‘I love you’ was almost like a dream, to the point she can’t even tell if she heard you correctly.

“Lena-“ you say, squeezing her hand softly.

“Are you telling me the truth?” She asks.

The familiar smile grazes your lips and without giving her a second to think, you press your lips to her’s. Her body reacts unconsciously, her emotions guiding her to react as she kisses you back. Her eyes close, hand flying to your neck and pulling you closer to her.

When the two of you finally pull away, you let out a small laugh, as your thumb gently brushes her cheek. “Now I know why you were jealous when Wanda and I were going on that mission together.”

She pouts, leaning her head against yours as her eyes fall to the ground, “I would’ve been better at playing the role.”

“I know,” you comment. “Come on, let’s go watch a movie.”

Hand in hand the two of you move inside Yelena’s room. From outside the hallway, Wanda finds Natasha standing by the corner. A smile spreads on her face when she realizes that the plan had worked.

“I can’t believe that worked,” Natasha comments.

Wanda rolls her eyes, “your sister almost killed me.”

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Thanks for reading! More reposting on my end! I hope you have a great day/night, and may you always be safe! I’ll be here if you need me.

[causticjuice]

Kinktober Day 10(ish) — Sweat, Armpit

Secondo x AFAB!reader

Notes: The first Kinktober post kinda blew up, which I hadn’t expected. So thank you everyone for the support! I hope everyone who’s here enjoys what else I write this month (and after too)! Okay, so I’m kinda cheating on this one. Since it includes stuff that’s from days 5 and 14, I didn’t have it ready by day 5 and I’m planning to post another one on day 13, I thought it’d be best to do it right in between. This makes a nicer, more even schedule. Anyway, can’t believe that this is my first fic with my dearest Bone Daddy (even though I had him in mind for this and began writing the fic for day 13 multiple months ago, which also includes him). I’m not expecting this to get as much attention as day 6 bc it’s more niche but I’m pretty proud of this one so I hope you give it a chance and someone ends up liking it. If I’m lucky, maybe it gives someone a new kink (the ultimate accomplishment in life).

Tags: SMUT (18+ MDNI), sweat and armpit kink (for real, there’s licking of sweaty hairy man pits), vaginal fingering (there's only like one sentence), p in v sex, unprotected sex, pet play adjacent? (idk, he calls reader 'pet' and reader acts a little feral), overstimulation (just a smidge), it got a little soft at the end oops

Word count: 2.3k

ao3

You’re walking to the abbey gym after a long day of sitting at your desk. Your body aches in all the worst ways and you’re intent on changing that. Despite your tired state, you know that once you get into the rhythm of your workout, you will be able to get out of your head and relieve some tension. You don’t think you’ve ever gone quite so late, usually heading there after office hours. But today you had to stay until such a ridiculous time that the corridors are now completely empty. You don’t see a single soul as you walk. For a second, you are worried that the gym will be closed when you arrive. There isn’t any staff there and you need a keycard to enter, but maybe they cut the power off at a certain time. Either way, you would have to go there to find out, so you prepare yourself for disappointment if the worst case scenario is true.

When you finally arrive at the door, you’re glad to find the entry hall looking the same as always. There is no information that would indicate a closing time, so you proceed with your usual routine. There is no one in the changing room or the main gym area itself, just like in the hallways outside. Once you’re changed and ready to start, you put your earbuds in and play your exercise mix. You let yourself feel the high tempo music, pumping yourself up through the warm up. The feeling of your heart beating, skin heating up, breath quickening, all remind you of how real your body is. An intricate machine with millions of processes going on at every second of your life that all seem to fade into the background when you stay unmoving for hours. All that there is is what’s in front of you and you’re not there. Just thoughts swirling around about whatever it is you’re doing, or supposed to be doing, or something else entirely. But never thoughts of how your back is twisting, or stomach grumbling, or eyes stinging. You can feel your body now, and it is the only thing that matters.

Suddenly, you see something moving out of the corner of your eye. You snap your head in that direction, jumping a little out of fear, but you see it’s only someone entering the gym. It is no other than Papa Emeritus II. Wearing a tank top and shorts in his signature green and black, he looks so different than usual. But certainly not bad. A glance at his arm tattoos causes images to flash in your head. Images of tracing them with your fingers, finding all the details you could in the dim light. You wonder if he remembers. Probably not.

You notice him nod his head to greet you and snap out of your thoughts. You return the gesture and force your gaze away from him. Just don’t stare, look anywhere else, you think to yourself, but your eyes refuse to lock on anything. Instead, you scan everything in your field of vision aimlessly, snapping back to him every second or so. Your eyelids close, you take a few deep breaths to center yourself, and when they open back up, you pick a spot and stare at it.

You keep doing your regular workout but your thoughts and eyes keep drifting to Secondo. His muscles straining, his chest heaving, the beads of sweat running down his forehead. You imagine you’re the reason for those, and not the weights in his hands. Fuck, you were supposed to focus on your body, not his. Stop being such a creep, you idiot. He can definitely tell. Your curiosity wins the battle with your will, though, and you look in his direction once again. And what you see nearly knocks you on your ass. His chest is completely bare, the tank top discarded somewhere to the side. His skin glitters with moisture in between the coarse hair. He seems busy enough that your blatant gawking just might go unnoticed. Unlikely, but possible.

When you’re finally done, you quickly tidy up your space and get back to the changing room. You decide to forgo the shower and plan to take it back in your room, changing into your regular clothes for now. Your only choices are to run away or go back in before Secondo leaves. But you have to come up to him. You don't want him to think you're avoiding him. After all, you're not complete strangers. Maybe you still have a chance with him. You inhale a deep calming breath and stand up to walk back inside.

You take slow steps in his direction, where he is leisurely cleaning up.

"I bet there's usually no one here when you come, right?" you speak loudly to get his attention.

"That is correct," he responds while continuing with his task.

"Sorry to disturb your alone time."

He turns around to face you and steps closer.

"It is no problem. I enjoyed the company."

As he's talking, you inhale his scent, pungent and musky and overwhelming, and you do your best to hide your pleased reaction.

“I am sorry, I smell,” he says, clearly noticing your odd behavior.

“No, no, no! Don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me!”

“Oh, you don’t have to be polite.”

“No, really! I mean it,” you exclaim and begin to chew your lip nervously.

“So you like it, then?”

“Huh? Um, I-” you try to stammer out an explanation but hear him chuckle quietly.

“It’s okay. Plenty do,” he takes another step towards you, "So?"

“Uhh, yeah. I guess so,” you reply under your breath, utterly embarrassed by your lack of subtlety.

He hums, sits down at the nearest bench and stretches his arms above his head before resting his hands on his neck.

“Here you go,” his piercing eyes are locked on you as you stand in place, dumbfounded, “Come.”

After a few more moments, you finally walk closer. When you reach the bench, you straddle it so that you are facing his side. He turns his head towards you and nods, giving you his consent. You spend some time there, trying to gather the courage to do what you both know is coming next. No one was ever so comfortable with you about this, or so quick to notice your… predilection.

You finally take the next step and bury your face in his armpit, inhaling deeply. A bolt of arousal shoots through you instantly and you release a loud moan while wrapping your arms around his torso. His wiry hair tickles your cheeks as the intense sharp smell tickles your nostrils.

“Hmm, good pet. Does that smell nice?” he says while caressing the back of your head.

You whine in response and lift up your legs to rest on the other side of the bench, pulling yourself even closer to him. The scent floods your brain with some sort of primal urge that makes you lose any semblance of composure. You’re clinging to him like a baby koala, face squished under his arm. But it’s not enough, you need more. So you break away, only for a second, to immediately plant your tongue on him and drag it up. The salty taste combined with the strong musk is heavenly and makes you moan again, louder as your mouth is open.

“Greedy child. Isn’t it getting a bit dry in there?” he coos.

“Mmhm…” you hum into his skin.

“Then how about we fix that?”

He lowers his arm slowly, letting your head move out of the way, and wraps it around your waist. He lifts you up swiftly and lays you on the mat that’s on the floor, hungry eyes looking into yours. His hands slide down to take off your pants and underwear in one swift motion. His eyes fall on your glistening cunt and his eyebrow rises in curiosity.

“So wet just from sniffing me? Dirty little thing.”

His fingers find your entrance and glide easily over you, lightly rubbing up and down a few times before pressing inside of you. As he’s working you open with one hand, the other is holding him up above your shoulder, letting his aroma periodically reach your nose and excite you further.

“Papa, please, can you-” you whimper in desperation.

“What is it, tesoro?” he tilts his head teasingly.

“I need you, please, fuck me,” you groan impatiently.

“As you wish.”

He gets up onto his knees and pulls down his shorts, letting his erection bounce out. He grips his cock and spreads the gathering bead of precum over his length before lining himself up with your cunt. Once his head pushes past your opening, you gasp at the stretch. You almost forgot how girthy he was. His length is slowly sinking into you, letting you adjust to the impressive size. When he bottoms out, he plants his hands at either side of your head to hold himself up as he begins to lazily roll his hips.

“C’mon, faster, please,” you whine and writhe under him.

“So greedy and impatient. Satana, what a brat.”

He punctuates the last word with a sharp thrust that knocks the air, and the attitude, out of you. You get what you wanted, his cock pounding into you in quick and deep movements. As you start to lose yourself in the feeling of having your cunt thoroughly stuffed over and over, you notice the slick layer of sweat return to his skin. You instinctively pull yourself up by holding onto his back and run your tongue over any hint of moisture you find. He notices you take initiative and rolls over so that you’re now on top, one of his hands resting behind his head as the other grasps your hip.

That animal inside you takes over again and you fuck yourself on him while licking his chest desperately. In your frenzy, you almost miss the shudder when you graze his nipple, but you try to remember that for later. Hopefully there will be a ‘later’. But there are more pressing matters now. You reach your nose and mouth to his armpit, still moving on his lap. The scent has now shifted into a more deep and sweet aroma of sex, the taste remaining sharp on your tongue. All of your senses are overwhelmed by him, you’re filled to the brim with his essence, and just about ready to burst.

You can feel him move his hips up to piston into you while you messily ride his cock. All thoughts are gone from your brain, you’re enveloped by him and you cry out in pleasure when you tumble over the edge. He keeps pumping into you as you writhe on his chest, guiding you through your climax. Once you’re spent and limp, he flips you over and takes charge once again.

“I’m not done with you yet, pet,” he growls and snaps his hips, making you keen from overstimulation.

He’s back to fucking you relentlessly, his thumb traveling to your clit. Once it touches you, you jerk your hips to escape the intense sensation, but he doesn’t move away. He draws tight circles on your clit as he pounds you and it doesn’t take long for you to come a second time. Your walls clenching around him push him into orgasm with you this time and he spills his cum inside of you.

He falls down on top of you and you both stay still for a while, trying to catch your breath. You’re so drained that you nearly fall asleep, completely forgetting that you’re still on the floor of the gym. What snaps you back to reality is the sound of Secondo muttering your name.

“Wait… you remember me?” your eyelids fly open and you turn towards his face in surprise.

“Of course I do, tesoro. That was one of the best nights of my life,” he replies with a fond smile.

“I thought you were too drunk to remember anything at all… But then why didn’t you say anything just now?” you ask, your brows knitting together.

“Because you didn’t. Maybe you had forgotten. Or didn’t want to talk about it,” he says, a bit of anxiety poking through his otherwise steady voice.

“Ha, as if I’d forget something like that! I’m sure that was just another Friday night for you.”

“I assure you, it was not.”

“Can- can we do this again? I mean- not this exactly this but- you know,” you stumble over your words and he chuckles at your awkwardness.

“Yes, I’d be glad to. Now let’s leave before the cleaning ghoul gets here, hm?” he starts to get up as you still lie on the mat.

“So the gym does close at night?”

“Not officially, but they have to clean at some point, no? Here,” he holds his hand out to help you up and you accept it.

After you clean up and part ways, you’re walking back to your room in disbelief of this chance encounter. You had thought that the wild night was nothing special for him, just another Sibling to take for a ride of their lives, never to talk to again. But apparently you were wrong. Maybe there was something there.

[eleganzadellarosa]

I was wondering if you could do a little something with Changeol and a plus-size reader (she's kind of insurance and shy) where she's friends with Sehun and has a big crush on Chanyeol and Sehun knows but she thinks Chanyeol would never like her because of a comment both Sehun and Chanyeol said one night at the studio.

Don’t Worry About It

pairing: chanyeol x plussize!reader ft. bestfriend! Sehun

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

warnings: mentions of body dysmorphia, reader is insecure, use of Y/N

word count: 1.65K

A/N: Thank you so much for your ask, I hope it is up to par with what you wanted! Feel free to drop another request in my inbox! 🥰 Thank you, have a great day and enjoy reading! :)

“Why don’t you just ask him?”

“What?” You snapped out of your thoughts. You hadn’t even realized you were staring until he said something. But you heard him nonetheless and he said it a bit too loud for your comfort. “What the fuck Hun? You’re not making this any better right now.”

“Girl…please just ask him, I promise you he won’t say no.”

“How do you know that? What makes you think he’s gonna say yes?!”

It’s bad to think of yourself that way but to you, you were WAY out of Chanyeol’s league. He probably wanted a small, fit girl; someone who is, in truth, the complete opposite of you. According to Sehun, your best friend, he thinks you’re overthinking it and Chanyeol would be more than happy to be in a relationship. Though, that’s not what you’re trying to build the confidence to ask.

There was a music festival coming up that you knew Chanyeol would love to attend, as he himself is a producer and lover of music, but it would be the two of you. No one else. Not even Sehun. And in your mind Chanyeol wouldn’t dare be caught walking in public with “that type” of girl. It would mess up his image; the cool guy, chill, handsome image and you’d rather not be the cause of the ridicule he’d receive.

“Do you want me to ask him for you?” Sehun has known you both for as long as you can remember, which means that he knows things that you don’t know about Chanyeol and that all of your worries and doubts have no basis.

“Hell no! Oh my god you’re crazyyy!

You were glad Chanyeol sat with his noise canceling headphones on, not paying attention to you and Sehun at all. This is how you spent some days with him, showing him as much support you could because you knew how talented he was. He made music because he liked it, not because he wanted to be famous but he also wanted to share his gift with the world; and you supported that idea wholeheartedly. Very early into your friendship, you caught feelings for him. He was such a ball of golden retriever energy and you always felt your happiest around him.

You dug that hole yourself and now you were paying the price. You’ve never been someone’s first choice and maybe not even their third, but it hurt even more when you stopped yourself from possibly getting rejected just because you had a bit more meat on your bones. Contrary to Sehun’s belief, you knew Chanyeol would never give you chance. One day he invited you both to his house and when you came out the bathroom, you stayed back to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Yeah I think she’d look so much better if she wasn’t so big.” Chanyeol said.

“I know, I said the same thing but I don’t think there’s any changing that. Not any time soon anyway.” Sehun added on and you ran back in the bathroom before you heard anymore.

You tried dumping your feelings down the drain but it was so much harder than you thought. Chanyeol was nice to you and always seemed to love your company. Perhaps this was one of those relationships that were cursed to stay strictly platonic and you weren’t sure when you’d come to terms with that; or if you ever would.

“What are you guys arguing about?” Chanyeol slid the headphones down to rest around his neck and sat his guitar in his lap.

Your cheeks turned red and before Sehun spoke a single syllable, you pinched his side and said, “Nothing, he’s just being Hun.”

“Do you guys wanna go get something to eat? I’m so hungry, maybe we can stop at a that cheesesteak place or go get some Korean BBQ?”

“Sure I’m down.” Sehun said standing from the couch.

“Yeah I’m pretty hungry too, I vote K-BBQ.”

“I vote K-BBQ if she’s paying!” Sehun said quickly before evading another pinch from you.

“Don’t worry about it I’ll pay. Sorry you guys waited for so long, I’m serious when I say you don’t have to wait here for me.”

“Of course we will Yeol, we’ve been here since day 1.” You smiled and pat him on the shoulder.

You three sat salivating at the almost cooked to perfection meat, grilling in the center on the table. You and Sehun waited at the studio for 3 hours and neither of you thought to bring snacks. Chanyeol placed a piece of the cooked meat in a leaf of lettuce along with rice, garlic and a pepper. He folded it up nicely and held it up to your mouth.

“Here you take the first one.”

Your eyes widened slightly but you quickly opened your mouth before the contents of the wrap came spilling out. “Mm it’s perfect.” You said more in line with a mumble from your mouth being stuffed.

“No fair, why does she get the first one? I also said I was hungry and I was waiting for you too!” Sehun complained but it fell on deaf ears as Chanyeol stuffed the next wrap in his own mouth. “Fine, both of you are selfish.” You and Chanyeol looked at each other and laughed.

“Oh yeah Y/N, that festival’s coming up next month and I was wondering if you were free to go.” Chanyeol asked after slightly leaning back in his seat. “You can get some good pictures there and maybe I can upload a few for my insta.”

“Oh?” You looked over at Sehun who was trying to keep a straight face. “Yeah I’m free, but this loser said he wasn’t so I think maybe we should choose another day if you wanna go with the both of us.”

“Oh…yeah, yeah that’s a good idea maybe we can just try going on the last day.”

Sehun sucked his teeth and sighed and hit you with a side eye. You knew what he wanted you to say but that wasn’t going to happen in a million years. He was going to have to keep hoping and wishing because unless things changed, you’d never put yourself in a position to get hurt like that.

For the next couple weeks, Chanyeol seemed to avoid you and when you asked Sehun about it he told you that you were stupid but he also hadn’t spoken to him much.

You: what do you mean? wth did i do?

Hunnie 🙄 : you mean what did you NOT do?

You: hun i told you im not gonna ask him

Hunnie 🙄: girl nvm, you’re on your own from here 😭 i cant help you anymore

You rolled your eyes and left him on read. He didn’t understand because he’s never had to deal with something like this. He was also handsome (gross) and girls loved him, so thinking so deeply before asking someone on a date has probably never crossed his mind. You wanted to make sure Chanyeol was okay though, so you decided to give him a call. He picked up right before it went to voicemail.

“Hey Yeol, I was just calling to check on you. You haven’t been answering any of my texts. You good?”

“Yeah I’m good, just been pretty busy with my songs.”

“You sure? You know you can talk to me about anything right? I’m right here if you need to talk. Don’t put too much stress on yourself.” He went silent for a while and you thought it might have gotten disconnected. “Hello?”

“Y/N, can I be honest with you?”

Your heart started beating quickly and you ran through all of the worst possible things he could say to you right now. “Uh…yeah, of course.”

“When I mentioned the music festival, I wasn’t talking about going with you and Sehun…I was talking about just going with you.”

“Oh.” Well that’s not what you expected for him to say. “Sorry Yeol, I just assumed you meant both of us since we always go everywhere together.”

“I know, but I want that to change.”

“Why, is something going on with you and Hun? Oh gosh I didn’t even know I’m sor-“

“No Y/N, I want that to change because I want to start taking you on dates. I don’t wanna just be your friend anymore.”

Your mind was having a hard time processing everything and you couldn’t put the pieces together. “But, I thought you wouldn’t go for a girl like me?”

“What makes you think that?” He honestly sounded a bit offended.

“That day you had invited us over to your house, I overheard you and Hun saying you’d think I’d look so much better if I wasn’t so big.”

“What I never said tha- ooooooooh, oh my god Y/N we would never say something like that about you. We were talking about the art I wanna put on my album. There’s a picture of a drawing and we thought it would look much better if we could get her drawn smaller but the artist is usually busy so who knows when he’d be able to make the adjustments.” Guess that’s what you get for jumping to conclusions? “I’d love to be with you. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and I’ve always had a crush on you. I didn’t think you’d like me like that.”

You couldn’t help but laugh with tears in your eyes. All this time you could’ve been cuddled up at the studio and you thought your two best friends said the meanest thing possible about you. Everything had been a big misunderstanding and if you didn’t call Chanyeol today, maybe he would’ve never had the confidence to tell you of his friendship long crush.

“Yeol, I wanted to ask you to go with me for the longest but again, I didn’t think you’d want to. I’d love to go with you.”

It was his turn to laugh, “I can’t believe this, you’re telling me you could’ve been my girlfriend for ages now? Be ready by 5 and make sure to bring your camera, we have to take some couple pics!”

[ilyxxnsm]

True Love 06 - TW!!

| is true love supposed to hurt like this?

warning: domestic violence, toxicity, s/a. don't judge. smut. reader's body type briefly mentioned. reader's ethnicity's not mentioned, but she's light skinned to white. mental health mentioned (medication, depression, anxiety, ADHD, etc). implied self harm (skin pinching, nail biting, scratching, hair pulling). of course physical abuse (hair pulling, slapping, pinching, punching, he breaks bones be fr, hickeys and bite marks??). drug dealer yoongi. everything against reader. reader's 17, yoongi's 23. this is fucked up, like really fucked up.

| I'm going to set this fucking cemetery on fire, burying the foundations of your empire, I warned you not to play with my nerves, because for the hell of it, I'm taking you out of this guild...

TW: S/A

It's been a week since Yoongi took you back, and you feel like a caged bird.

Yoongi's been busy working on his music and he hasn't been around that much, so you've had time think about stuff. Ever since he almost killed you, you've distanced yourself from him a bit, you don't call him every day, and you don't feel that usual need to have him around all the time, you don't even feel that sexual desire that's always present when he comes to mind. You don't really know what's going on, maybe you don't love him anymore? Maybe it's just a matter of time until you fully forgive him and everything goes back to normal.

Since Yoongi's not home most part of the day, he's not present in those moments where you throw up your guts out, when you feel dizzy all of sudden and wake up in the middle of the night with all of this mixed together. You've had time to think about the situation and you finally came to a realization. You're pregnant.

It's the only thing that explains your late period and sleepless nights, and it's pretty possible since Yoongi doesn't wear condoms and he buys you birth control pills every two months when he remembers you're supposed to take them. The mere thought of telling him about this makes you have panic attacks, it's so stupid you wanna slap yourself for even thinking about telling him the truth, he would take the matter in his own hands, and he would definitely do more than just break your a few bones.

The other part of the dilemma, is that you don't really wanna get rid of the baby. Yeah, your boyfriend is a narcissistic sociopath who almost unalived you for smiling at a random clerk, but you still love him, and this little bean growing inside you, is half you, half him. You've always been a pro-choice girl, but now that your living the situation, it isn't as easy as you thought it was, not even when your life is in danger if you try to make a choice.

So, you wanna have the baby, but you don't wanna tell him cause you're afraid of raising a child with him, but you're also afraid of being a single mother when you have nothing else than him.

You're screwed.

You wake up in the middle of the night to find out he's already back home, sleeping next to you. The only sound you can hear is the AC working and his soft snores, the occasional sound of honks and cars and a faint beat of the music coming from the bar next to the apartment complex. He's sleeping like a baby, his forearm thrown over his eyes and his other hand on his stomach, he looks so cute like this. You stand up carefully to not wake him up and walk towards the bathroom, locking the door behind you. You inmediatly lift your shirt to see your belly, maybe you're being paranoid, but you sweat it looks rounder, and it feels hard, like it's not just fat.

You shake your head, trying to clear your mind of the wild thoughts. You don't even know if you're actually pregnant yet, you can't start getting ahead of yourself like that. But the thought keeps playing in your mind like a broken record. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. You know you need to tell him, you can't keep this secret from him forever. You splash some water on your face again, trying to ground yourself. You look at yourself in the mirror again, trying to picture what you'll look like when you start to show, trying to imagine him holding you, rubbing your belly, talking to the baby and feeling it kick. The thought makes your heart flutter, but the anxiety is there too, nagging at you like a constant thorn in your side. You need to tell him, pregnant or not, you need to know what he thinks about it. But not now, maybe tomorrow, maybe in a few weeks, maybe when the baby's already here.

You go back to bed, hoping this is just a bad dream and you magically appear back in your own apartment getting ready for your first date with Yoongi, who's not a sociopath who tries to kill you any chance he has. But that doesn't happen.

The next morning, Yoongi wakes you up by grabbing your hair and pulling you out of bed, are you dreaming? He's wearing only his boxers, his hard cock pressing against your ass as he pins you to the mattress. No, you're not, this is pretty fucking real, you know it because it has happened a lot of times before. "You slept a lot" He growls, giving your hair a sharp tug. You can't even fight back, you're still sleepy and your eyes are wide open but bloodshot and tired. You feel him spreading your folds, and you let out a choked scream as he starts fucking you relentlessly, not even giving you time to lubricate properly, so it hurts like hell. His cock stretches and tears your walls, the sight of your blood only turns him on even more. "Fuck, you're so beautiful..." He grins, kneading your asscheeks and giving your hair a few tugs.

Yoongi's pace picks up as he continues to fuck you, hard. The sound of his balls slapping against your pussy echoes in the room, mixing with the wet panting that leaves your lips each time he thrusts himself deeper inside of you. "Stop fucking crying" Yoongi barks, slapping your face as he fucks you, his cock plunging in and out of you. His hands wander down to your neck, squeezing and massaging it. His thrusts become more frantic and desperate, the smell of sex and blood fills the room. You don't know for how long this keeps goinf before he grunts as he empties his load inside you, a satisfied growl escaping from his throat as he enjoys the feeling of your body trembling underneath him. Tears are falling down your cheeks as your body falls limp against the mattress, your pussy aching and tickling with the trail of cum dripping down your thighs.

You can't even understand it.

Yoongi slowly starts to pull out of you, leaving a trail of blood and cum. He smirks as he observes the damage he has inflicted on you, a twisted grin on his face. He reaches between your legs, sliding two fingers into your bloody pussy, making you gasp in pain. He chuckles and pulls his fingers out, wiping them on your asscheeks, leaving a red and swollen mess. He gets off the bed, not even bothering to clean you up, and walks to the bathroom, leaving you lying there, your eyes vacant and your body limp. He just raped you, but it's ok cause he's your boyfriend and you consented it, at some point you can't even remember, probably the first time he did it and you said you forgave him. But you're not mad at him, you're just a bit... confused and hurt. You whimper as you move slightly to cover yourself with the bedsheets, you're body trembling as you hug yourself.

Time seems to pass slowly, the walls feel so small around you and the blankets unable to stop you from shivering even though you're sweating. Yoongi returns from the bathroom, now dressed in a fresh change of clothes. He looks at you, and scoffs at the sight of you, still lying there with the bedsheets covering your naked body. "I'm going to the studio, probably won't be back tonight" He says as he shoves his phone and keys in his pocket, acting like you were watching TV instead of crying and bleeding after he assaulted you. He opens the door and leaves, slamming it shut behind him, and you're left alone with your thoughts, the pain and emotional distress overwhelming you. The sheets are stained with your blood and cum, a grim reminder of what just transpired. You try to sit up, wincing as the movement causes discomfort in your raw, abused pussy. You hear the sound of his car starting and driving away. You spread your folds with shaky fingers, watching the blood already starting to dry and his cum making everything sticky. You wince and close your eyes, holding back tears and sobs, you feel horrible, you don't understand why he's like this, why he hurts you every single time he's near you. Are you that despicable? That disgusting that everyone around you hates you?

You huff out a sigh and force yourself out of the bed, your legs shaking from the mix of pain and exhaustion. Your movements look robotic as you move through the house to the kitchen, picking up one of your many water bottles, you need something to drink, it soothes the pain slightly. You take your pills and also some painkillers, wondering if it's dangerous to mix them together, but you really don't care. You drink a whole bottle of water in one gulp, your body still feeling dry and stiff, as if you were a plant that's slowly dying. You don't wanna die, but you don't wanna live like this, but you live him, but he hurts you. Your thoughts are a mess. You start pulling on your hair out of anxiety and desperation, wanting to stop your mind from working and torturing you even more. You hit your head a few times and scream, your legs failing and making you fall to your knees.

Everything feels so heavy, like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders and everybody's worst problems are now yours. It's probably stupid since there's probably people starving (against their will) and dying in war and you're just a stupid girl whose problems are merely her fault. You blame yourself, you blame everybody, even your father for getting your mother pregnant of you, but you can't bring yourself to blame Yoongi. Cause yeah, even after all of the things he's done, you still love him with all your fucking stupid heart.

You stay kneeling on the kitchen floor, your head in your hands, your body shaking with silent sobs. You feel so empty, so broken, like you're just a doll that Yoongi can play with and toss aside whenever he pleases. The pain in your head from hitting it, the pain in your pussy from being raped, the pain in your heart, it's all just too much. You start to sob uncontrollably, your body shaking as you kneel on the hard floor, your hands still tangled in your hair, pulling it tightly and yanking out a few hairs. You don't know how many time you spend having a breakdown in the kitchen, but suddenly, everything feels clear again and you're in his apartment still, not in the sea of thoughts of your mind. You stand up slowly and sigh, feeling stupid for acting like a baby throwing a tantrum. You walk towards the bathroom to take a quick shower, you don't feel sad now, you feel like you give a fuck and you don't even know why.

You should just leave, you can, and if you don't, well, that a you problem, right? Yeah, that's it.

He just comes back to you to fuck you up even more, to stomp on your self esteem and your persona and even your body. And you're slowly getting tired of it, you wanna kill him and kill yourself, whatever destiny wants to make happen first.

[sweetdreamsjeff]

Hero of the midnight hour; Jeff Buckley

Byline: Caitlin Moran

May 5, 1995

Caitlin Moran tries to find out why Jeff Buckley has dreams about having his skin flayed by a mad sculptor.

The last time I attempted to telescope the emotions that Jeff Buckley's music inspires into mere paragraphs and words, the phrase Soon to be awe-inspiringly famous'' crept up with as much regularity as the wordgenius''. That was last August, when Buckley's biggest UK gig to date was before an exceedingly cramped hundred people Upstairs at the Garage in London. Nine months later, and Buckley has sold out the 2,000-capacity Empire and had his debut album, Grace, lauded as the best of 1994 in several magazines.

``I told you so'' is such a pinched-mouth phrase I won't even begin to utter it; but …

And so my powers of cognition have brought me to New York, Buckley's adopted home town, and a conference room in the massive Sony Records building. Buckley's been doing phone interviews all day. He's grease-haired and his eyes are bruised with lack of sleep, but he's as polite as ever, leaping around trying to make everyone comfortable before dropping back into his chair and spilling his Bad Dream beans when requested.

I tend to forget my dreams,'' he says.They seep out of the room as I wake, and the more I try and clutch at them, the more ferociously they wriggle … but I had a dream a couple of nights ago where, to cut a long story short, this mad artist wanted to cut my skin into strips and weave me into rococo shapes. So I'd be like a living sculpture, beautiful in his eyes, but horribly disfigured and unable to do anything but die.''

Erm, that's a bit heavy. I was kind of expecting the old, ``Well, I'm walking naked through a supermarket when I see my old maths teacher …''

I have those kinds of dreams as well, I guess,'' he says.It's just I don't remember them.''

Does he think the bad dream had anything to do with the reams of cod-psychology written about him in the past year by people looking for his dark side; for the fissures in his personality that mean he will turn into another rock ghost whose untimely death will haunt us all?

No one has really come anywhere near to describing me as the person my friends know, let alone me,'' he says.Perhaps my personality is all in the inflections and can't be transcribed.''

So let's see if Jeff can do the impossible describe his own music. Go on, give it a go. Music affects people in different ways,'' he says.We've all got different chemicals swishing around in our bodies; we've all got different emotional imperatives. With some people, the chemistry will cause an explosion, or a breakdown, or lust, or extreme joy. I can talk about what I feel when the music takes hold of me my posture changes. I hold my head high, stick my chest out; my bones seem to bend easier; the shape of my face seems to change. I feel I can do anything. It's almost sexual.''

That is the end of the interview. Buckley starts striding around the building, muttering ``And what's wrong with being horny?'' under his breath. Nothing at all.

Jeff Buckley's new single, Last Goodbye, is released by Columbia on Monday

"Hero of the midnight hour; Jeff Buckley." Times [London, England], 5 May 1995, p. 40. Gale OneFile: News,

[astrowhump]

Nightingale

This is the song featured in this one-shot, highly recommend you listen while reading :>

TW: mentions of recent torture, asphyxiation, angst,threats, hurt/comfort by the same person

“Take me back to the place where I used to be,Before I lived a lifetime”

Adan rocks his body back and forth as he sings - hums - a melody, hugging his knees so hard as if his body would fall apart if he dares let go.

“Show me all of the love that I used to see, in the eyes of this lonely lover of mine”

His pale voice, mixed with his quiet sobs, echoes in the dark basement.

Face burning, back bleeding, limbs hurting, bones cracked, and body utterly violated. The voice is barely above a whisper, but angelic.

He repeats the same few lines he remembers over and over again, murmuring the music in between, like a lullaby, however ineffective to calm him down.

Elijah left him after what felt like days of torture, whilst in reality, it had only been a few hours. Time really does stretch when every single one of your nerves is set on fire.

What he didn’t know was that his tormentor was right behind the locked door, listening to every note he sang, smiling at how his voice cracked on higher notes, pulling his strained vocal cords - exhausted of all the screaming.

The door flings open and his secret admirer steps inside. Adan scurries his hurting body to the corner of the room, pressing his back to the wall.

“Look at you, my pretty little nightingale.”

Adan swallows down a sob.

“Go on ahead now. Why’d you stop?” He says mockingly, like he doesn’t understand how much terror he causes the boy.

His captive only stares at him, unduly weak to react and too afraid to speak.

“Sing.” He orders.

Adan gestures ‘no’ with the smallest shake of the head. This is all he has now, all that calms him down, his songs are the only thing Elijah hasn’t violated yet. No, he won’t give it away, no matter how much his brain screams at him to fear the consequences.

Elijah smirks. He loves it when Adan puts up a fight, because he gets to break him in the end, every time. But this better not take long - he’s just as worn out as the boy, if he’s being awfully honest.

He takes another step towards Adan and he tries to get further away, but he’s trapped himself in the corner of two cement walls.

“Honestly, I’m surprised you still have enough energy to act stubborn after all that.” He points to his trembling battered body and the trail of fresh blood trickling down his shoulders.

He hunches down in front of the barely functioning boy.

“Either you sing right now, or I’ll make you sing as I rip off every inch of your skin.”

Adan visibly shakes at the thought of that, he knows his captor never makes empty threats; He also knows that his captor won’t actually have to carry out that threat.

“Go on now. What was it you were singing a few minutes ago?”

“Mm-n-no, wasn’t-“

He only gets to grunt loudly as his head is slammed to the wall behind his back and a hand squeezes his throat.

“Oh, I thought you knew better than to say no to me.”

Adan’s hands scratch away at the claws holding him. His whole body is numb and weary and now his brain isn’t receiving any oxygen.

His eyes well up, he searches Elijah’s eyes and finds nothing but determination in them. His vision’s already going blurry. His half-working brain puts two and two together; He knows there’s no way out of this, he’ll eventually have to give up his voice. Whatever master wants, master gets, and in this case, it is to own and corrupt everything that once belonged to his miserable prisoner.

“Mmh- mhm…” he wheezes out through tightened airways, letting the man know the stupid fight in him is gone.

“You have ten seconds to start singing, lovely.” and his throat is spared.

He pities himself as he gathers air in his lung to start singing again, Elijah had really broken him, he thought he’d never be miserable enough to stop fighting; But here he is now, agreeing to give up the one and only thing he had left, all within 10 seconds.

He used to have such a fight in him, he’d throw daggers at his captor with fire in his eye. the fire in him is gone now; hell, the life in him is gone as well.

But frankly, this is probably one of the only things he’s been asked to do that doesn’t physically hurt him, one of the rare occasions where he gets a fair bargain.

His lips part to let the air flow out in delicately formed musical notes. Elijah leans his back on the wall and gradually slides down to a squat.

“Take me back to the place where I used to be”

His master sits down beside him now, with his knees folded and his back to the wall.

“…Before I lived a lifetime”

A hand wraps around his naked shoulders, and he doesn’t cringe away, surprising, even for himself.

“…Show me all of the love that I used to see”

The hand slowly wraps him up into an embrace, he rests his head on his owner’s chest. He doesn’t care whose hand it is. He doesn’t care that the same hand suffocated him a few seconds ago.

“…In the eyes of this lonely lover of mine”

Elijah’s fingers tangle themselves in the sleek hair of the other. Adan finds comfort in the touch, there’s no pulling or roughness, just gentle fingertips touching the nape of his neck and brushing out his sweaty locks.

“…now my reward is peace and quiet”

He continues lazily. His eyelids slide shut along with those of his owner; holding him as if they’re the only ones left in the world.

“…or both I’m never sure”

Their breathing patterns are synced now, they both take deep and slow breaths. Adan’s words become more and more faded as his brain struggles to stay conscious. The hand in his hair is still now. Both men drift off, wrapped up in a warm hug, fatigued and tranquil. They truly are the only ones left in each other’s worlds.

“…take…me…back…”

[spiderworries]

9 Favourite Albums tag game :)

(or EPs. this is for fun.)

tagged by @mortalfollies

[ID: a 3X3 grid of 9 album covers. the albums listed, from left to right and top to bottom, are: Puberty 2 by Mitski, Little Oblivions by Julien Baker, Preacher’s Daughter by Ethel Cain, Lungs by Florence and The Machine, The Fool in Her Wedding Gown by The Crane Wives, Home Video by Lucy Dacus, Historian by Lucy Dacus, Folie á Deux by Fall Out Boy, and Be The Cowboy by Mitski. END ID.]

Puberty 2-Mitski:

“not happy or sad, just up or down- and always bad”

This is probably my favorite album of all time. 100% no skips, and the music on it is really soothing to me.

Favorite song: Fireworks

Current obsession: Thursday Girl

Little Oblivions-Julien Baker:

“‘cause if I didn’t have a mean bone in my body, I’d find some other way to cause you pain”

This is an album that took me ages to actually get into, but it hits so hard. This is an album that often needs my full attention while somehow also being a “scream in the car with your windows down” album at the same time

Favorite song: Relative Fiction

Current obsessions: Favor and Song in E

Preacher’s Daughter- Ethel Cain

“If I’m turning in your stomach and I’m making you feel sick”

Ethel Cain is single-handedly bringing back the lost art of the concept album. If you can sell me on giving your album a spoiler warning before i talk about it then you’ve won

Favorite song: Strangers

Current obsession: Hard Times

Lungs- Florence and The Machine

“there is love in your body but you can’t hold it in, it pours from your eyes and spills from your skin”

This is kind of just a stand in for how much I love Florence in general but this album is just so, so good.

Favorite song: Hardest of Hearts

Current obsession: Rabbit Heart

The Fool in Her Wedding Gown- The Crane Wives

“I will love you like the ashes in my cigarette box”

This is another album representing the whole band, but this specific album is 100% no skip for me.

Favorite song: Shallow River

Current obsession: Strangler Fig

Home Video- Lucy Dacus

“heat wave by midday, heat lightning on a summer night”

this album genuinely changed my life

Favorite song: First Time

Historian- Lucy Dacus

“You don’t deserve what you don’t respect, don’t deserve what you say you love and then neglect”

This album has me screaming along to 7+ minute songs. It’s incredible.

Favorite song: Next of Kin

Folie á Deux- Fall Out Boy

“I don’t just want to be a footnote in someone else’s happiness”

This album is on the list specifically because of how good it is as a cohesive album. It’s spectacular and has been one of my favorites for almost 10 years

I don’t have a specific favorite. every song on this album fucks pretty much equally

Be the Cowboy- Mitski

“It’s just that I fell in love with a war, and nobody told me it ended”

you all already know what’s up.

Favorite song: A Pearl

Current obsession: also A Pearl

Honorable Mention: Hozier by Hozier, Electra Heart by MARINA, SAWAYAMA by Rina Sawayama, Boygenius by Boygenius, Valentine by Snail Mail

Tagging: @justconstantly @myladyvesta @soupyzoupy @cyber-feline @classicsnerd @amusedmuralist @theurbanspaceboi @a-dux and anyone else!!