#f/o: i am a shadow. i am a mirror

[wispisstillverybored67]

Note to self, do NOT listen to Epitaph and then watch Doppio’s death scene in the English dub.

[wispisstillverybored67]

My Aceto for Schizophrenia perhaps?

This, being JoJo's, means he doesn't really care about what style it is. Fem, masc, he could go either way.

Plushie Dreadful Reblog Game!

Reblog with your F/O and their applicable Plushie Dreadful (see below), headcanons are welcome: and I'll draw them in an outfit based on the plushie design! Examples:

-I'll probably be drawing on bases because I'm feeling lazy today -let me know if you want any specific styles (ie. fem/masc) but I'll have fun with my own ideas! -I don't know how many I'll do but I'll have a slight bias towards characters I know, but I'll try to go in order as much as possible!

Plushie Dreadfuls:

Anxiety Gender Dysphoria BPD Autism PTSD Sleep Paralysis ADHD Fibromyalgia Migraine OCD Dissociation Depression DID ADHD Maladaptive Daydreaming Bipolar II Insomnia Schizophrenia Ehlers Danlos POTS Diabetes Avoidant Personality Disorder Rheumatoid Arthritis Misophonia Immunocompromised Lupus Asthma Epilepsy Endometriosis PCOS APD Dermatillomania Tourettes Age Regression Chronic Fatigue MS Dyspraxia Substance Use Disorder NPD Celiac Narcolepsy

[namicakes]

Hiii Can I ask Levi Ackerman or Megumi Fushiguro who's s/o is their polar opposites?

y'know? their s/o's like extrovert and sunshines and cupcakes while he was like all grays and dullness

Of Shadows & Sunshines.

Fushiguro Megumi x F!Reader

Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

Note:( Fluff fic, Levi's in modern au. I kinda indulge myself in this fics because I am someone who loves the odd things in life, a very random person, and a very extrovert fella.)

Fushiguro Megumi

The first time Megumi Fushiguro met Y/N, he was baffled. She was like a burst of sunlight piercing through the gray clouds he’d grown accustomed to—bright, playful, unreserved. And he, well, he was used to shadows, to quiet places and serious thoughts. Y/N was the polar opposite of him, and yet, for reasons he couldn’t fully grasp, her presence felt… comforting.

It was a sunny afternoon, and Megumi, in his typical fashion, was brooding under a tree, book in hand. He wasn’t one to draw attention; in fact, he thrived in the art of going unnoticed. But that day, Y/N happened upon him, her arms full of a dozen shopping bags, her hair wild from the wind, and her smile brighter than the sun itself.

“Oh, hey there!” she said, plopping down beside him without a second thought. She dropped her bags unceremoniously, tilting her head with a curious grin. “What’s with the gloomy vibe? You look like you’re studying the meaning of life.”

Megumi blinked at her, unsure of how to respond. “I’m… just reading.”

She peered over his shoulder, her face lighting up with fascination. “A mystery novel? Oh, I love mysteries! The thrill, the suspense…” she paused, looking him up and down with a teasing glint in her eye. “But you don’t seem like the thrill-seeker type.”

“No,” he said plainly, slightly bewildered by her energy. She seemed to have an endless supply of it, her aura buzzing with liveliness.

For a few minutes, they sat in silence—Megumi reading his book, and Y/N rummaging through her bags. She pulled out a tiny stuffed cat with bright blue eyes and handed it to him with a grin. “Here, I found this in one of those claw machines. I thought you might like it. You know, to balance out all that seriousness.”

Megumi took the stuffed cat reluctantly, feeling the softness of the fabric against his palm. It was strange, yet… oddly charming. “Thanks,” he said, his voice a bit softer.

Y/N beamed at him, and that was how it all started. One little stuffed cat and a sunny afternoon that changed everything.

Y/N was like a whirlwind, sweeping into his life with her boundless energy and unapologetic enthusiasm for the oddest things. She adored colors—her clothes, her notebooks, her accessories, all a riot of hues that seemed to light up any space she entered. Megumi, who preferred a palette of dark blues and blacks, couldn’t understand how someone could wear so much color without feeling overwhelmed. But Y/N carried it effortlessly, as if the vibrancy matched her very soul.

One day, she convinced him to go to an art exhibit with her, an exhibit famous for its interactive, color-splashed displays. At first, Megumi felt out of place, hands in his pockets, trying to look inconspicuous amidst the vivid chaos. But Y/N was in her element, her eyes bright as she pointed out every little detail with such joy, he couldn’t help but be drawn in.

“Look at this one!” she said, tugging his hand toward a wall filled with a hundred tiny mirrors reflecting all the colors of the rainbow. She laughed, taking a photo of their reflections, the playful colors bouncing off their faces.

He found himself smiling despite himself. “You know, I don’t usually do this sort of thing,” he murmured, glancing at her. “But… it’s not terrible.”

Y/N nudged him playfully. “Well, I’ll make a rebel out of you yet, Fushiguro.”

And he couldn’t help but laugh, a soft sound he rarely allowed himself. Y/N had a way of disarming him, of peeling back the layers he’d carefully wrapped around himself, making him forget, just for a moment, that the world was anything but bright.

It wasn’t just her color or her brightness that made Megumi fall in love with her. It was the way she saw beauty in the smallest things, the way she embraced life with such vigor and joy that he couldn’t look away.

She loved taking pictures of odd things—a lone dandelion on the sidewalk, raindrops on a spiderweb, or even his frowning face whenever he realized she was snapping a candid shot of him. “You always look so serious!” she’d tease, giggling at his usual scowl.

But it was in those small moments that Megumi began to understand just how much she meant to him. He realized that he loved the way she noticed the beauty in what others overlooked. She’d sit for ages, watching a butterfly in flight or admiring a colorful storefront display, talking excitedly about things he never would have given a second thought to.

He loved the way she’d burst into laughter over silly jokes, or how she’d pull him along on spontaneous adventures—like the time she convinced him to go stargazing. They’d ended up lying in the grass, looking up at the night sky as she pointed out constellations, her voice full of wonder.

“You see that one?” she whispered, pointing. “The one that looks like a heart?”

He followed her gaze, though all he could see were scattered stars. “I think that’s just wishful thinking, Y/N.”

She laughed softly, rolling onto her side to face him. “You’re probably right. But sometimes, wishful thinking is enough.”

Megumi met her gaze, his heart beating a little faster. Maybe, he thought, wishful thinking was enough for him too.

As their relationship grew, they found a unique balance—a harmony between his steady calm and her effervescent joy. Megumi grounded her, gave her a safe space to rest, a place where she didn’t have to be endlessly cheerful or “on.” And she, in turn, brought him to life, her vibrant energy weaving color into the otherwise gray world he lived in.

She’d bring him gifts—little trinkets and silly souvenirs from her adventures. One day, she handed him a small snow globe with a tiny fox inside. “To keep you company,” she said with a grin. “Since you seem to like foxes.”

He didn’t tell her that it was the most thoughtful gift anyone had ever given him, nor that he kept it by his bedside, where he could see it each morning.

Their dates were simple but memorable—picnics in the park, late-night walks through the city, or quiet afternoons where she’d curl up beside him with a book of her own, her head resting on his shoulder. They didn’t need words; just being together, feeling each other’s presence, was enough.

But there were also days when he’d let her into his world—the quieter, shadowed corners he often kept hidden. When he had nightmares, she was there, stroking his hair, whispering reassurances, her gentle presence a balm for his troubled mind.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time, you know,” she’d say, her voice soft but unwavering. “I’m here for you.”

And he knew she meant it. For the first time in his life, he had someone he could rely on, someone who loved him without conditions, without fear.

Their life together became a beautiful mix of contrasts—a blending of shadows and light, of quiet strength and boundless joy. Their apartment was a reflection of them, filled with small reminders of their adventures together. Y/N’s colorful plants filled the corners, while Megumi’s books lined the shelves, an odd yet perfect combination of their worlds.

She still teased him endlessly, sneaking little notes into his pockets, drawing funny doodles on his calendar, and taking candid photos of him whenever he wasn’t paying attention. But he didn’t mind. In fact, he loved it—every bit of it. Her presence softened his edges, brightened the darker parts of his life, and filled his heart with a warmth he hadn’t thought he could feel.

One evening, as they lay together on the couch, Y/N’s head resting on his chest, Megumi felt a rare surge of contentment, a peace he’d only ever found in her presence. He looked down at her, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“What?” she asked, glancing up at him, her eyes sparkling.

“Nothing,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around her a little tighter. “Just… I love you.”

Her smile grew, lighting up her entire face. “I love you too, Mr. Gloomy.”

And as they lay together, surrounded by the life they had built, Megumi knew he’d found something precious, something he would hold onto forever—a light that would guide him through any shadow, a love that was both his strength and his joy.

Levi Ackerman

In a world where cold grays and muted tones painted the backdrop of Levi Ackerman's life, she was an unexpected burst of color. Y/N was a bouquet of pastels in a sea of monochrome, a song hummed under her breath in a silent room, a gentle chaos he could never have imagined wanting to keep close. But that was the irony of it, wasn’t it? Levi Ackerman, the man who could navigate the darkest corners without a stumble, fell in love with the bright, unabashed spirit of Y/N.

Levi met her on a rainy day, a day where the world felt as if it were washed out, color leached by the storm. He was finishing a particularly long shift, rain dripping from his dark coat as he ducked into a quiet cafe, hoping for a moment’s reprieve. But as he stepped in, he was met with the sight of her—a girl leaning against the counter, umbrella in hand, with a pink raincoat and matching rubber boots, every bit as bright and out of place as he was dark and muted.

She was taking a picture of her coffee cup, her phone angled just so, a soft smile on her face as she seemed to capture something only she could see. Levi found himself oddly captivated by the sight. There was a warmth in her gaze, a gentle energy, and before he even realized it, he’d spent the next fifteen minutes watching her in silence.

When she finally looked up, her eyes locked with his, and she gave him a small, inviting smile. For reasons he couldn’t explain, Levi felt his heart skip, just once.

It was enough.

The days that followed found him gravitating toward the places she loved—quiet cafes, local markets, small parks where she would sit on a pastel pink blanket, taking pictures of the flowers. Levi, ever the silent observer, watched from the edges, trying to puzzle her out, trying to understand what it was about her that fascinated him so.

They were opposites in every sense. Levi’s life was built on efficiency, on order. His apartment was a fortress of monochrome, clean and spartan, with barely a trace of warmth. And yet, somehow, he found himself drawn to Y/N’s world, one brimming with pastel colors and playful chaos.

She collected toys—small trinkets and dolls that Levi, at first, thought were the very definition of clutter. But when he saw her arranging them with care, dusting them off one by one, he realized there was something almost reverent about the way she held them. Each toy had a story, a place in her world, and he began to see them through her eyes—not as clutter, but as pieces of her heart, each one filled with a unique charm.

It was the first time Levi had seen beauty in something so seemingly pointless.

One day, after much consideration, he found himself at her doorstep, a small teddy bear in his hand. It was simple and gray, a gentle compromise between their worlds, but when he handed it to her, her eyes lit up with a joy that left him breathless. She hugged it to her chest, then hugged him, and Levi knew he was lost.

Their relationship became a blend of contradictions—a careful balance of shadows and pastels, of Levi’s quiet intensity and Y/N’s playful energy. Her apartment, with its walls adorned in light pink and delicate fairy lights, became a sanctuary he never expected to find himself in. Every time he stepped inside, he felt a strange sense of calm, a warmth that wrapped around him like a soft blanket.

She loved taking pictures, capturing the odd moments in life that most people overlooked. Levi, who could barely stand being in a photo, found himself becoming her favorite subject. She’d catch him in quiet moments—pouring tea, gazing out the window, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of her hair. At first, he’d grumble, scowl even, but she’d only laugh, assuring him that one day he’d see the beauty she saw.

And, over time, he did.

He began to cherish the photos she took, even the silly ones. They were moments of joy captured in small frames—snapshots of a life he hadn’t known he wanted. His heart softened with each one, the edges of his world brightened by her light.

Their relationship grew like a secret garden, each moment a petal, each memory a vine that intertwined their lives. Levi loved the mornings spent in her little haven, the scent of her flowery perfume lingering in the air as she prepared coffee for them both. They would sit together, he with his stoic silence and she with her gentle chatter, filling the spaces he couldn’t.

There was no singular moment when he realized he loved her. It happened gradually, like ink seeping into fabric, coloring everything from the inside out. He fell in love with her laughter, with the way she looked at the world with such unyielding optimism. He fell in love with the way she respected his need for silence, but filled it with a warmth he never knew he’d craved.

Her kindness was like a balm, softening the edges of his heart, filling the cracks with a love he hadn’t thought he deserved. She’d bring him tiny gifts, odd trinkets that she thought he’d find amusing—a small cactus for his windowsill, a bookmark with a quote she thought he’d like, a little keychain of a cleaning bottle she’d said “looked like him.” He never thought he’d enjoy receiving such things, yet they became treasures he kept close.

Every time he felt himself falling deeper, Y/N’s world caught him. And he let himself fall.

Living with her was both chaotic and beautifully simple. Her room was a symphony of pink and white, organized yet vibrant, decorated with soft pillows and delicate trinkets, each one meticulously placed. Levi, always the neat freak, never thought he’d be comfortable surrounded by so much color, yet he found himself helping her dust her toy collection, or adjust the fairy lights she adored. He was meticulous, she was creative, and together, they created a harmony that made him feel alive.

He loved watching her take pictures, capturing the fleeting beauty of life’s smallest moments—a flower, a butterfly, his own hand reaching for her. Sometimes, she’d hand him her phone and ask him to take a picture of her with a new toy, her eyes shining with delight. He’d grumble about it, but she knew he’d do anything for her.

Their worlds merged seamlessly, like two puzzle pieces finding their perfect fit. She brought light into his life, softening the harsh edges, while he grounded her, his quiet strength a constant she could always rely on. She showed him that love didn’t have to be loud, didn’t have to shout to be real—it could be found in quiet moments, in shared silences, in the warmth of a pink-hued room filled with laughter and warmth.

One evening, as they sat together in her room, her head resting on his shoulder, Levi looked around at the pink walls, the fairy lights casting a soft glow, her toy collection carefully arranged on the shelves. And he realized that this was his home now, not the empty apartment he used to live in. Y/N was his home.

With a gentle squeeze of her hand, he whispered the words he’d held inside for too long. “I love you, Y/N.”

She turned to him, her eyes wide, a smile blossoming on her lips. “I love you too, Levi. Even if you are a bit of a neat freak.”

And as she laughed, her voice filling the room, Levi felt something he hadn’t felt in years: a sense of peace, a certainty that this was where he was meant to be. In a world softened by pastels, his shadows finally felt at rest.

Levi Ackerman, the man who had spent his life in shades of gray, had found his heart painted in hues of pink. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[sarahtonin10]

_glitch_

f r a c t u r e d

reality is a corrupted file

playing on repeat

who am I?

is this my voice

or just

an echo

bouncing off the walls

of an empty room

e r r o r:

identity not found

my face pixelates in the mirror

a digital smear

a ghost

fading in and out

of existence

am I real?

or just a shadow

_cast by a broken projector_

on a screen

that never was

c o n n e c t i o n

lost

the world stutters

freezes,

then jumps ahead

_ten seconds, ten years_

nothing syncs up

every moment feels

out of order

like I’m watching a movie

with missing frames

missing pieces

missing me

I reach out

but my hand

glitches

flickers

phases through the air

like I’m trying to touch

a memory

but it’s too vague,

too far gone

_data corrupted_

nothing to hold onto

except the static

buzzing in my skull

reality not responding

would you like to force quit?

but I can’t find the exit

I’m trapped in the loop

_loop_

loop

like a broken record

skipping,

skipping,

skipping

over the same note

until all I am

is the white noise

_between the frequencies_

am I dreaming?

or am I just

a dream

someone else

forgot to wake up from?

[knowltonsrangers]

delictum

TURN!Caleb Brewster x F!reader

in which Caleb jumps hurdles and spins in circles just to see the reader.

Suppose anyone knew exactly what he was doing in the middle of New York on a Thursday evening. He'd probably have an earful from Tallmadge and the General about treading over enemy lines for an unexplainable reason.

His reasoning was legitimate- though, convincing those two would be a much harder feat.

Though he had a purpose to be in New York, venturing this far into York City would not be as sensible, nor equally fair-minded. His nose wrinkles distastefully at the mere thought of Ben's annoyance that he was a few hours behind schedule.

Oh, bah. He'll have to get over it.

Keeping out of sight, he walks the cobblestone with purpose, hat tilted just over his eyes as his hands find his pockets.

Finding you was the easy part. Finding a way to you without garnering any unwanted attention would be the hardest bit.

There wasn't much to expect, lest this late in the night, as you begin to retire, a comb running half-heartedly through knotted hair, when you catch movement in your window, just behind you through the vanity mirror.

Shoulders tensing slightly, you turn to stare out the window, hoping for no more shadows. Only to assume it is an animal before something taps gently on the glass.

"y/n!"

It's muffled and hushed, but nonetheless, a voice you were not expecting. Happily running across the room, you flip the lock and slide the window open, greeted by a smiling brunette.

"Caleb! What on earth-"

"Did ya think I would be in the city and not come to see you?"

Taking a step back, he climbs through the window, tossing his hat aside once his feet finally touch the floor.

"How could I be so foolish to think not,"

Your hand finds your lips, fingers attempting to silence the bubbling laughter.

"Suppose you try the door next time?"

"How sweet of you to predict there will be a next time."

Caleb's arms open wide, and you waste no time in finding comfort in his arms you always found, arms around his neck in a manner of seconds as he peppers your face with kisses.

"I was actually just writing to you,"

"Yeah?" "Mhm. I guess you can take it with you, no sense in mailing it."

His hands find the small of your back, then pull you away from him for a short moment as you gasp at the seemingly erratic movement.

You should have known, he always has some mischief up his sleeve.

In a matter of seconds, he's gathered you in his arms, feet leaving the floor as he just holds you close, inhaling your scent as if he really didn't believe he was holding you.

It has been almost nine months since you've properly seen each other. The best you can hold onto is his sporadic letters and waves across the sound.

"This is the best surprise I could have ever asked for." You mumble into his dark curls, arms around his neck to hold him even closer.

"But it seems like you needed this a little bit more than me,"

"Ya can say that again, y/n."

He sighs, offering one more squeeze before gently setting you back on the ground. You catch the glint in his eyes, the one ridden with guilt and full of disappointment that he can't stay longer.

Instead of not worrying you, he slaps his tell-all smile on his lips and attempts to circle the conversation back.

"I am hopeful if I don't get an earful for this time, I'll be able to stop by again sometime soon."

You smile up at him, fingers clasping behind your back as you rock on your heels. He bends to scoop his flat-brimmed hat off the floor, placing it back atop his head.

"Then it would be fair to say the General nor the Major know of this stop?" "Nah, and I don't think they need to."

Caleb raises his index finger to his lips as if to motion to keep it a secret. You offer your pinky, and he easily loops it with his to seal the promise.

"Secret's safe with me," "'Atta girl."

You bounce to the tips of your toes, pinkies still entwined as you kiss his cheek, mumbling a message to return safely.

"I will. But I oughta be on my way now, s'much as I don't want to."

With a watery smile, you pull from his grasp, watching with tearful eyes as he begins back out the window from which he entered.

"Oh, wait!"

He pauses, one hand resting on the sill as you grab the letter from your desk, folding it quickly as you slip it carefully into his coat pocket.

"It's not finished, but I am sure you'll understand it all the same."

Caleb's smile melted your heart, carefully patting his pocket with his free hand.

"'Til next time, sweetheart."

"Until next time,"

You blow him a kiss, and all in the blink of an eye, he becomes once more a shadow of the night.

[violetbmuse]

Written in Telegram 10/10/2023

XX

Marla. This who I most resonate with at this point on my journey. Thanks Tyler.

If I made this statement to the entirety of random people who I've let into my life since social media's INCEPTION, what would they each think?

Eye MUSE.

Independently. In assessment. About HOW I ACTUALLY WAS.

Ya know, MY MENTAL WELL BEING.

Those who actually know who Marla is, and depending on their INNERstanding of Fight Club's Higher Esoteric layers, each would have their own take away as to whether I was mentally stable at this point.

I get that. I truly do.

STILL, do not give one 🕊️ flying fuck.

How

Does

That

Make

You

FEEL

????

That eye BEE the perceived lunatic to any who encounter me Now. I'm different. Darker.

Where did The Cosmic Mama go?!?!

👽

Will she ever return? Will this foul creature, this mad Kraken Beast goes awayyyy??

I was (still am beyond the violet rage) nicer.

What a wonderful place to be withIN my own INNER PEACE & OUTER EXISTENCE.

In ease. Not dis eased.

Two 🐝 BEE *that* aligned with Go(o)d and what is RITE for me feels incredible.

No other is supposed to get MY sacred journey with Creati9n. That is Mine, dummies. Not your biz at all, ya sea? I swim places y'all won't go cause ya won't go through the warren 🐰 of collective * personal Shadow.

That happens First. It takes a big ass mirror 🪞 to show you the realITy of the LI(f)E you live.

Wake the fuck up, Alice. 🧝

I WILL continue to create chaos and havoc in the lives of others around me as I continue to unravel the collective conditioning and its clutching tendrils, through my own shadow reckoning. I had to face the stuff I didn't wanna see, and face the consequences. The Wyrk is intense.

As eye do my deeper Wyrk, I sea and counter the spell. Brainwash mysELF back to

Divine 💙 Blue 🔵 Print

And HERe I sit, watching as the system I work my ass.off.to.get.free.from....THEY continue to co-sign and comply with. CONsent to. 🙃

I can't even pretend it isn't agonizing every damn day.

Sew.

I ain't looking to get back into your filthy beast system. I'll stay feral and repulsive. Deeply aligned with Go(o)Dness and the Mother. SHE provides.

Green paper 💵 in a materialistic world can make things like having a phone to write my musings into ...easier. So exchanging some quartz I've foraged for a little cash 💰 connects me. To y'all. Otherwise. Oh. I'd be SO Go(o)d with NO phone at this point. For a while.

But even that ain't necessary. Folks barter more and more.

🕊️ I live free. Wanna be freer every day. Don't care if you don't agree with HOW.

8 years nomadic worn, has only brought forth MORE of my own inner Morrigan. She's repulsed by stupid humanity wanting to remains tuck under the spells of evil magicians. Imprisoned.

My innocent, pure hearted self seas the highest potential always. The untainted virgin.

My holy mother who LOVES AND HOLDS THEM ALL SEW FUCKING MUCH EVERY MOMENT, WYRKING ONLY FOR A WYRLD WHERE THEY WILL BE TEULY FREE....weeps. As they all wish I'd be someone easier to manage and understand again. Miss and love y'all. 👁️

My whore self tho? Nah. Fuck all y'all bitches.

I've been it, seen it, survived it. Been fucked deep in this life. I'm hardened. And soft. Both.

Eden is real. I'm IN it. Living it. It's for you too.

Get off your asses and fight for YOURS.

THAT'S WHY THE HOLY TROUBLE MAKERS ARE HERE. What did you think angelics looked like, really? FFS. You're living in a self.imposed HELL PIT!

You're the fucking change. Where is your flaming, ragey s/word of righteous indignation being directed? Warrior?

Beating up your nearest and dearest? As you feel the undertow of the world around you that you're not doing a damn thing to change?

I PUSH ...FOR YOU To find the places where Programming and indoctrination ALSO kept me bound within a domed, limited conscious awareness.

You magnetized me to YOU. To sea where you're stuck. 🪞 That's why it seems I piss you off by simply stating a damn different opinion than your collective agreement to a program.

But it ain't just me. Others like me are everywhere. We made us. Summoned the Olde Ones who now gotta bring Holy Fyr and be means. Sew many of us are HERe now. And we pissed. You. Gotta. Become. The. Hero.

It ✨ STARts at bEarth.

Wyrd. Doctrine. BeLIEf.

Filth. Designed to make us feel LESS.

We are EQUAL IN OUR DIVINITY.

I've become someone deplorable to them, you. All.

I won't go back to being less than I am now.

Until all those who are left behind and fallen through the cracks are raised and loved. We must beCome MORE Loving, not less.

This is who I'm to be now.

For MY Soul lesson plan.

I don't know yours! I'm HERe to bring down the Roman empire. Back to complete freedom for all. Nothing less is acceptable.

Pick a team? Fuck y'all.

Trump. Q. Kennedy. Musk. Love em all, or their versions, they're amazing portals to UNRAVEL PROGRAMMING and learn INCREDIBLE discernment skills. Thank you! But I don't know nor care to know any of these MF'ers. Personally.

Nah. They're illusion. Masked persona. And thinking a materialistic based name or lineage means a thing in the spirit realm is folly. Eye dew trust fEELs tho. Slimy places tell me. Or they do GNO(t). I allow for it all to be true, while beLIEving nothing to be true out any other's mouth. I do me. I trust me.

I love who I am. This is who I reMain.

I'll come into your world. I'll visit.

But plz know, due to YOUR unresolved shadow as to why YOU CONSCIOUSLY CHOOSE TO STAY IN A BEAST SYSTEM...

and the fact YOU had to ask someone to limit their words to what makes you feel comfortable....well...that's okay. 👍

I get that. You can ask.

I'll even do it, tone it down, while I'm there. Around you.

Briefly.

🔥 Til my Soul wails 🐳 from having to hold back my own contribution, not to convince, but xpress. That's all. One more equally valid, and ALSO DIVINE perspective to consider. If you feel it's *too much* for another to

...speak ...their...truth...

that's not mine, Jack. Allllll yours. I don't do that.

Everyone's perspective is sought and welcomed for equal consideration. I'm not that easily influenced by the words of others. Words and fiery discussion do not frighten me. I feast with the deplorables. And THAT IS how I know I'm okay. On my own right side, what's rite for me.

ANYONE is welcome at my table. 💞

☀️ I LOVE THAT FUCKING BIG.

Any

Mother

Fucking

One

Bring it.

We roll.

I'm Go(o)d.

I left the matrixed world with intention, and the vagabonds, criminals, and junkies...the social pariahs and outcasts, have HELD ME as I've roamed ♾️ 8 ♾️ years without one physical hOMe. Changed.

Some same broken. I say Ree bEarthed 💀

The FREE kin who I seek counsel (save a few Northern Warriors from the Tundra) and spend the majority of the time ARE THOSE FOLKS SNEER AT.

I don't tell others what they can or cannot say. Say it.

It's welcome.

If YOU tell me what I can't say, be sure I'll be saying it LOUDER and with an ever more clear and purified channel ELSEWHERE outside your presence.

I built 17 🌪️ Starr Gates in the past few weeks since I said fuck FB and Insta.

Been reclusing. Looking for a place to write. To channel. To let Wyrd flow.

Which brings me to the point of the wind 🌬️ blowing in 🌿 ☀️ 🍀 and through me HERe.

The Wyz danced with the pups earlier, delighting in AI picking the EXACT songs for his spiritual lesson of the moment.

We shared a bowl of resin, we live moment to moment. He shares his disability check with me when I move in deep channel. I'm shit for the Earth plane(t) when I fly with the Holy Ghost. SHE and eye do a delicious dance as One. ⭕

💰 is tight. But a Wyz will scratch up some celebratory Go(o)ds. We smoke MOTHER'S Medicine when we can. Tobacco to Canna to Sassafras. 🌿

♾️8♾️

year

Anniversary

Of

ShanZa

Merlin and Morgana

Zues and Hera

Hades and Persephone / Hecate

Harry and Hermione

Stevie and Lindsey

Zena and Hercules

We dew different WYRK on different planes.

I told him, apparently Elvis lives in Benton Arkansas and is a preacher. We live in OZ, on the ARK too. Neighbors with Elvis!

Also told him I played the link 🔗 of this ELVIS GUY doing said sermon, and my takeaway?

I'd listen to him, this WYZARD, the One Rite HERe IN OZ 🌪️~ that I GNO and fEEL into, speak HIS DraGon FyR s/Word 🗡️ when that RIGHTEOUSNESS OF GOD moves through him....any.fuckin.day.

Over Elvis.

Wut. 😂

Truth!! He MUves my Fyr.

The system has been no friend of his. His truth and Fyr and pure. When he stomps his 🦶 it is felt deep in the Soul. The wrongdoings.

I've loved him as MUSE and best friend for ♾️8♾️ years.

He is beyond any word. He just is. Wyzard is too miniscule a description for his medicine. Mirror. Unwavering in rite natural law. Free Will for all. 💞

10/10/2105 I sent 📤 him a random message on FB.

I was 10 months in to giving everything I owned away to live nomadically. Done with matrix.

Now, we hang about Oz.

He moves nomadically as well.

We Nest HERe n tHERe. Mama provides.

And this. I'm doing all this online creation stuff.

17 new lands I've visited.

I BEE Creatrix.

Building. More.

When I build, Go(o)d guides and I just flow.

I'm doing a thing. A Lone. 🐺 A-wa/ereWolf 🐺

Still Cosmic Mama 💞 and more. Not sorry.

[askpokemoncrossover]

Time Waits for No One

Over the past thee months, was nothing but training and battles, with some room for us to enjoy ourselves. Christmas break came and went like the snow that gently descended. Memories of those times were grand, but I wonder how long it will last. Same as new years eve as we watched the fireworks start the new year with a bang. Now...

Saisei, a lucario who has been constantly preparing himself ever since that day looked out throughout the window of his bedroom. He let his hair grow out a bit as it became shoulder length, but that is not the only thing that has grown. He took a day to day testing of his level and it stated that he was near level 88. All that training is certainly paying off, on the side of his bed was a new sword that went very well with his jumpsuit. Light, sturdy and can be enhanced with aura to strengthen his attacks.

He looked back... to that day.

Three months ago.

"Alright... I will do it."

After thinking it over, the young fighter gave his answer to the mew who immediately flew about before hugging Sai in such joy that they teared up.

"Thank you! Thank you! I won't make you regret this i promise!" "Ack-! O-okay, okay i get it! N-not so tight!"

It took a few minutes before the scarlet floating cat let go of him with a weak chuckle and Axl was holding back a laugh. "S-sorry... but thank you, Sai... Okay, Here is what we need to do..."

He told us that we are to find the dormant legendary pokemon that have also been brought here thanks to Blaze and his sister. Some are from Blaze's old ruined world, barely escaping dark matters clutches and went into hiding, Lunala who is one of those legendaries, gave me my power as a nightstalker is proof that she is one of those survivors.

Others were struck down but their souls have been re-incarnated, reborn. Thanks to the crumbling tree of life's final light that turned us once humans into pokemon so we can have the power to stand up against this new threat. I of course... am unique because i was brought into the world after it happened. Either way...

"...Those that I know who survived so far, are Lunala, Dialga, Palkia, Giratina, The Lake Trio, Rayquaza... and those that felled are Xerneas, Yveltal, Two members of the sword trio. Zekrom, Reshiram, Kyurem, Lugia and Necrozma. And as for the rest, i am not sure." Axl looked at the mew with shock as the body count was very high. "That many casualties? That war was no joke..." "Xerneas used the last of her power to scatter the souls of the deceased so they can be reborn as normal pokemon, hers too. Disguised and hidden among the many cities until they can reawaken their memories as well as re-obtaining a portion of their power." Blaze stated after a weary sigh.

"But... the first three that we have to find first are Lunala and those that represent the Cycle, Xerneas and Yveltal. Now that Lunala has given Sai here a portion of her power, she has shown her hand to dark matter and will be at risk of Void shadow corruption, also if we lose her. Our link to finding her sibling will be gone too."

"Yveltal was used as Dark matter's vessel to spread fear to the world as his power over death was abused very greatly... no doubt that he will be in danger too. The only one that could try to help is his mirror: Xerneas. She who was a great healer and helps grow a lot of things before creating the tree of life. In case Yveltal's current incarnate is in threat of possession. Her powers will negate his." "...I see. So who will get who?" Axl asked after hearing the explanation

PRESENT DAY

"...I hope Lunala can reach me..." *Sai sighed as he looked up at the moon while it faded away while the first rays of dawn approached him as he remembered certain words...

"She is clever enough not to get caught... but her location changes by the day. Don't try to find her. Instead. Let her come to you."

"...Anyway time to go. I need to find out how good i am with a sword now." The odd eyed lucario stood up to get himself ready for another long day ahead of him.

[dreams-of-yunho]

summer strawberries

yunho x y/n

rating: m

genre: smut with a dash of fluff

wc: 2.4k

warnings: steamy shower sex!!!! oral (f r), kinda hand job idk if it counts, light praising, mentions of melted ice cream :o

summary: the hot summer sun is horribly unforgiving. and what's better on a hot summer day but a cool shower? or, even better, a cool shower with mr. jeong yunho? <3

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It was hot. Unberably, ridiculously, stupid, dumb hot. The kind of heat where nail polish becomes sticky and ink won’t dry. Brain melting hot. At least there was a breeze; wind riffled through leaves causing storms of maple tree seeds to fall to the sun torchered ground. Birds cried harshly as winds jostled their homes. Small creatures kept to the shadows: rabbits, squirrels, and chipmunks skirting the sickening heat. Delicate and dainty flower petals wilted tragically.

And what were you to do? It was too miserable to even lift a finger. You were surprised your body was still functioning, believing your heart should burst and your blood boil. Simply miserably miserable you positioned yourself upon the sofa in the living room, the shades drawn so as to not let the fires of hell enter the home. If it weren’t for his promise of ice cream in the next ten minutes, you would have removed all the food from the freezer and shut yourself in, even if it meant asphyxiation, you could not have cared less at this point. If the universe wanted you to melt so badly, why didn’t it just get it over with, the sadist?

Eleven minutes, you thought to yourself, if he takes eleven minutes, we’re through. The prospect of ice cream was not taken lightly in your family. Ice cream was a happy escape for you. A brief moment of release from the trials and tribulations of everyday life. In reality, it wasn’t that great a deal but, today, as the sea of flames spilled through the glass window panes, ice cream was life or death and you would kill for it. You would kill anyone.

As minute ten neared and beads of sweat ran down your back, the door opened and in walked your Knight in Shining Armour, Jeong Yunho.

You watched Yunho as he stood, pantting, in the entryway. You knew the heat was real because of the way he was dressed; he wore a simple white tank top and camouflage cargo shorts. His lightly curled, night black hair was concealed by a ballcap. He removed his sandals and walked towards the living room, barefeet softly padding across the hardwood.

“Okay,” he started. You stared up at him from your place on the couch as he stood in front of you. His cheeks were flushed and his face glistened with a sheen of sweat. “We have choices:” a drop of clear liquid emerged from his hat-covered hairline and dripped to his eyebrow. “Chocolate crunch,” he pulled an ice cream bar from his left hip pocket. “Strawberry and orange cream,” he held two bars previously in his right hip pocket. “And,” he pulled a final bar from his bottom left pocket, “brown sugar boba.”

You carefully observed the selections he held before you. You would take anything frozen, even black cherry walnut.

“But, the thing is,” his tone dropped. “They’re melted.” He shook the bags and you could hear liquid sloshing around.

A quiet rage filled your chest, burning through your lungs. “Yunho!” He lowered his head and dropped his shoulders. “Why did you put them in your pockets?”

“I thought it would protect them from the sun but, I think it acted as a sort of convection  oven and escalated the melting process… don’t be mad at me.” He looked down at you through large, heart crushing, puppy dog eyes.

“Hmmmmmmmm,” you whined, destroyed by the lack of immediate ice cream. “We can put them in the fridge I guess. But, that’ll take forever, ugh.” You slowly dragged your hands across your face, collecting far more sweat than you could have imagined. “Ew,” you cringed, looking at your silken hands. “I guess I can shower while they’re in the freezer.”

“Wait,” Yunho called from the kitchen. “I need to shower first; I am drenched.”

“No, me first.”

“You’re not even off the couch,” he shut the freezer door. “How are you going to beat me to the bathroom?” A cocky smile spread on his rose petal lips.

“I’ll beat you.” You made an attempt to stand but your legs felt like jello-twigs and they collapsed under you. “Fine,” you sighed. “I’ll drown in my own sweat. Tell me you love me before it’s too late.”

It was impossible but you could hear him smiling from where he stood.

“y/n, my love,” his footsteps neared. “There is room for more than one in the shower.” Yunho extended a hand.

“Carry me.”

“Hmm,” he pretended to contemplate. “Fine.”

His actions were swift; strong hands reached under your legs and back, pulling you off the couch and to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He was sweaty but you didn’t mind.

Your feet met the cold, stone floor as he set you down in the bathroom. He moved to turn on the shower and you faced the mirror. Your hair was terribly frizzy (on account of the humidity) and fell this way and that, sticking to your damp forehead. Your face was puffy and your cheeks awfully rosy. You wore, it could barely be called, a tank top and no bra.

“Yunho,” you called gently. “I don’t think I want to do anything. I don’t feel very sexy right now.” You watched as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His hot breath stuck to your skin. “You’re hotter than this weather, darling.”

You laughed. “Cheesy.”

“Yet, completely true.” he set his chin on the top of your head and looked at you through the mirror. “Just a shower,” he promised. “Nothing more.”

Chilly water met your shoulders sending a shiver up your spine. But it felt nice. Water trickled over your face, down your neck and back, dragging the sweat and hardships of that day down the drain. Delicately scented, strawberry soap bubbled as you lathered it over your collar bones. “Let me get your back,” he said. Strong hands met your shoulder blades; massaging with his fingertips. Hands worked down your sides, gripping your hips and pulling back to rub the soap into your lower back.

“Mhm,” you moaned out as his fingers worked through the knots and tension.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” his hands ghosted lower.

“Hey,” you turned to face him. “You said just a shower.” He stood in front of you: tall and broad; godlike. The water was cold yet, blue veins pressed against the skin of his arms and hands. His dark hair was slicked back, accentuating the perfect bone structure of his face.

“Don’t you want a relaxing shower?”

You eyed his lush lips which were slightly parted in a gentle smile. Your gaze traveled his strong features and came to rest on his eyes. Those beautiful eyes; the eyes you fell for. The eyes that could never hide his feelings; eyes that told everything. There were little droplets of water caught on his eyelashes and he blinked them away.

You felt the urge to kiss him; setting your hands on either cheeks. You stood high on your tippy toes but he was still out of reach and was unwilling to help. “Yunho,” you gripped his face tighter. “Come here. I want to kiss you-”

He put a finger to your lips. “Just. a. Shower.”

“One kiss,” you whispered over the stream of the shower.

“One kiss,” he agreed.

You closed your eyes, waiting, expecting his lips upon yours. Instead, you felt his hands graze down your sides and hips, resting on the tops of your thighs. You opened your eyes to see Yunho drag the tip of his nose down your stomach. His warm breath hovered just in front of your sex. “Yunho, that’s not what I meant.” You put your hands on his chin, trying to pull his lips back to yours.

He only gripped your thighs harder. “You asked for a kiss,” he breathed. “I’m going to give you a kiss, my love.”

Every hair stood on end as his nose ran over your clit. He tilted his head back to lick a wet stripe against your sensitive nerves. You whined as his tongue landed directly on it, circling again and again. You could only whine as his lips enclosed you and your legs became wobbly.

“Y-yunho,” you moaned as he sucked. “I’m going to fall.” You tried to balance yourself against the wall and he wrapped his arms around your back, trying to stabilize you as he continued to suck and lick relentlessly. “Ah,” you could feel that familiar knot twist in your stomach as he began to kiss you harder. And, when that knot was at the verge of snapping, he removed his lips with a wet smack.

He groaned as he stood and met your eyes, watching you as you breathed haggardly, mouth gaping. A hand fell to your shoulder, moving a wet strand of hair back. “I’m a good kisser, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Yeah,” he hummed, running his hands up and down your back. “Would you like to kiss again?”

“Ha,” you scoffed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. It was heavenly as your bodies collided; your hands tugging at his silky hair, tits against his abs, his nails pressing crescent moons into your hips.

You pulled back to catch your breath, still winded from him eating you out. “God,” you ran a thumb over his cheek. “You are a good kisser.”

You thought he would come right then and there, the look he gave you was steeped in passion and lust. His hand met your ass, pulling one leg up to his waist as he moved to press your back against the cold tile wall. He winced as his hard on pressed against your lower stomach.

You loved that look. You wanted to see it again; to know you made him feel good.

Your hand snaked between your bodies as you began to pepper light kisses across his collar bones. He gasped as you grabbed his dick in your hand. You felt his Adam's apple bob as your lips moved to his neck. You squeezed him a little harder and his head fell back with a moan, giving you more beautiful canvas.

Warm fingers met your clit and you dropped your head to his neck, already sensitive from his mouth. “You’re so wet,” he ran his fingers back and forth through your folds, each movement causing you to moan against his chest.

“We-we’re in the shower,” you managed.

A deep laugh vibrated through his chest and his dick twitched in your hand. “I guess you’re right.” He pulled at your other leg. “Come here.”

“Yunho,” you raised your head. “If you slip and drop me,” you warned as effectively as you could with his fingers working you so wonderfully.

“I would never let you fall,” his strong arms pulled you close. “Jump.”

You managed to jump the best you could and one of Yunho’s hands was there to meet you. “Good job, baby,” he lowered you down his body a little.

You could feel him lining up, his tip pushing at your entrance. His eyes fell to yours, watching your face as he lowered you slowly onto him. You groaned as he moved deeper into you, parting you. “Is it okay,” a hand rubbed your back lovingly.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “You can keep going.”

He smiled slightly and loosening his grip on your back one last time, bottomed out with a moan.

You tugged at his hair as you adjusted to his immense size.

“Okay?” He kissed your cheeks.

“Yes, just give me a sec.” You moved your hips up and down, desperate for the pain to subside.

“Jesus,” he squeezed his eyes shut. “A warning next time.”

You clenched around him in response.

“Cheeky,” he chuckled.

“Okay,” you breathed out. “Move.”

“Okay,” he smiled down at you. He captured your moans in a kiss as he thrusted into you.

He was gentle with you, as he always was. He carefully watched you, making sure everything felt good, that he made you feel good. “That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “You’re so pretty.”

You gripped his shoulders as his pace began to quicken and you couldn’t help but clench as his veins dragged against your walls.

“If you keep doing that,” he choked out between thrusts. “I’m going to come right now.”

You slumped against his chest. You wanted to listen to him but he was making you feel so good. Your body was coming completely relaxed and undone in his touch. Your mind, your body, your heart; you were so at ease being with him.

However, your nerves began to spark as his fingers fell to your clit. You could tell he was close because he dropped his forehead to yours wordlessly, his nose scrunched. And he loved when you two came together; Completely free in each other’s arms.

He seemed to completely forget about the slick watery surface he stood on and began to pound into you as fast and as hard as he could. You moaned and mewled as he hit deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“I’m gonna come, y/n,” he warned, his pace becoming erratic and you clenched harder around him, feeling your high approaching too.

“Me too, Yunho,” you whined as he hit your g-spot with a particular force.

You came loudly, fingers desperately searching for something to grip, finally resting on his toned biceps.

He followed you almost immediately, his hips ramming into yours sloppily as his dark eyes bored into yours, a lazy smile on his swollen lips. He pulled out and slumped to the shower floor, holding you tightly in his arms. He gently peppered your face with kisses. “I love you, y/n.”

You giggled as he found a ticklish spot behind your ear. “I love you too, Yunho.” You sighed as you saw his cum run out of your pussy and down the shower drain. “We should have sex in the shower more often; easier to be lazy.”

“I tire you out that much, huh?”

“My god,” you scoffed. “Cocky bastard.”

“You love it,” he teased, massaging the inside of your sore thighs.

You rolled your eyes. “Wanna wash my hair?” You asked, only half kidding.

“I would but, I don’t want to. I want to stay like this.”

“Me too,” you agreed, sinking deeper into his arms. “I could fall asleep like this.”

“Yeah,” his raspy voice responded. “Me too.”

[michaellangdonswhore]

Okay but some ddlg shit like reader goes into this headspace

And

Sit her on his lap, open a picture book and let her point to the pictures as he opens her legs and slide her hand down her panties. Feel her drool on his fingers as he whisper disgusting things in her ear to make her blush skskks

warnings: fingering, lots of mf dirty talk yallllllll

word count: 1.3k

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Y/N sat at the desk in her and Michael’s room at the outpost while he got dressed for bed. She looked over at him, seeing his blue t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. Memories of what life was like before the apocalypse came rushing into her head. 

She loved Michael, to death, and she trusted him completely. Although, she did still have her worries about the “new world.” 

Michael knew about her worries, and didn’t let them go unnoticed. He’d acknowledge them, take them into account. She loved that about him. 

He looked at her, noticing she was in her own head. He sighed and walked over to her, causing her to look up and meet his eyes. 

“What are you thinking about?” Michael asked.

“Nothing,” Y/N smiled. “Its just your old pajamas.”

Michael let out a chuckle.

“Unlike the rest of the people here, we were lucky enough to keep our clothes,” Michael smirked, earning a soft laugh from Y/N. Michael slightly frowned, but then an idea popped into his head. “Wanna get the book?��� Y/N’s eyes lit up and she smiled, jumping up from the chair. She rushed over to his drawer, pulling out the picture book she had made for Michael’s birthday. The pictures featured Michael and Y/N throughout the years. She turned back to Michael, who was now seated in the chair. Y/N walked over to him and put the book on the table. 

“Where am I gonna sit?” Y/N asked. Michael smiled, Y/N instantly getting the message. She moved towards him, sitting comfortably on his lap. He reached around her to open up the book. They looked at the front page with three pictures on it.

One picture showed Y/N and Michael dressed up for Halloween, with Michael holding the camera and Y/N in the middle of getting ready, posing in the background. 

“You looked so hot that night,” Michael whispered in her ear, running his hands up and the sides of her stomach. She chuckled, switching her gaze to the second picture. 

She was holding her phone towards the mirror, showing the reflection of Michael holding her tight, head buried in the crook of her neck. 

Y/N could feel Michael smile behind her. He hummed, sneaking his hands under her pajama shorts to rub small circles on her thighs. She shivered, becoming putty in his hands.

She looked at the third photo. It was their shadows, kissing. 

“I think Mead took that one,” She said, pointing to the picture. 

“No. Don’t you remember?” Michael questioned. “We did that timer thing.”

“Right,” Y/N nodded. Michael chuckled, moving his hand farther down and then moving it back up, then repeating the movements again. Y/N let out a shaky breath, earning a cocky smirk from Michael.

“Next page,” Michael said. Y/N flipped the page and saw three more pictures.

The first one was her and Michael posing with a face mask on. The second was Michael lighting a joint for her. The third, her and Michael hugging in front of the sunset. 

“Flip to the last one,” Michael muttered in her ear. Butterflies began swarming around in her stomach, thinking about that page. And all the naughty photos she had put in there.

She flipped to the last page, looking at last three photos. 

The first, her body covered in hickies, from her hips to her neck. 

His hand snaked under her panties, ghosting over her clit. 

“Remember what I did to you that night?” Michael asked, pushing his fingers down on her clit. She nodded her head and he began rubbing soft, small circles. “You were covered in marks, left by me. I was so shocked to see that you had taken a picture of it. It’s like you wanted me to remember what I did to you forever.”

The second, another mirror picture of the two of them naked, with one of his hands wrapped tightly around her neck and the other holding the phone. 

“Such a dirty little girl, letting me take these pictures of you,” He said, rubbing her clit a little harder. She let out a whimper, moving her hips up to meet his hands, but he pushed her back and clicked his tongue.

The last photo, her spread out beneath him with his dick inside her, a picture that he took.

“Remember what I did to you after seeing these?” Michael hummed, rubbing her clit even faster. She nodded her head and he smiled in response. “I fucked you for hours. You came, squirted, so many fucking times.”

Her cheeks heated up as he rubbed even faster. 

“And... oh,” Michael smirked. “You couldn’t walk for days. My cum spilled out of you for days.”

Y/N let out a loud moan at his words as two fingers pushed inside her.

“Oh, you’re so fucking wet,” He said, nibbling on her ear. She felt her juices running down her thighs, and he continued fucking her with his fingers. “Do you hear yourself? Do you hear how wet you are for me? Who gets you this wet?”

“You do, Michael,” She said breathlessly. He pressed a kiss to her neck, thrusting into her faster, sinking his fingers deeper into her. “F-fuck.” “Mm, feels good, doesn’t it? Feels so good when I fuck you with my fingers, right?” Michael raised his eyebrow, and she let out a moan in response. “Such filthy noises coming from you. From your mouth, from your pussy.”

“Yes, yes, faster Michal, please,” She said, sinking back into him, hips moving with his fingers. 

Y/N’s entire body was shaking, tingling, about to fucking explode. His words had such an effect on her. His thumb brushed over her clit and then pushed down, rubbing quick circles. She let out another loud high pitched moan, riding his fingers.

“That’s it, my good girl,” He praised. “Ride my fingers like a dirty little slut. You’re so fucking tight around me, clenching so hard. You want to cum, don’t you?” 

She nodded, riding his fingers faster as he continued to thrust into her. 

“Then cum. Cum around my fingers, it always feels so good when you do,” Michael whispered, her legs shaking. “Cum for me, darling. And look at me when you do, you always look so pretty when you cum.” 

She turned her head to face him, her mouth in an ‘O’ shape and her eyebrows furrowed. He pushed his fingers even deeper inside her, hitting the spot that would make her cum almost instantly. He knew her body so well. Y/N’s walls clenched around him, and her moans filled up the room, frequently letting curses slip. She felt herself beginning to release and she arched her back, eyes rolling back into her head as she came, hard, around his fingers.

“Oh, fuck yes, my dirty little slut. You’re spilling all over the place, I can feel you drenching my fingers, you're drenching yourself. Fuck, you’re leaking through my pants. That’s so fucking sexy.” He smirked, riding out her orgasm. 

She came down and he slowed his thrusts as she caught her breath, and when she finally did, he pulled out of her. Michael brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

“Tastes so good,” Michael said. He reached towards her pussy again, collecting more of the juices that coated her. He brought them up to her mouth. “Taste how good.” Y/N opened her mouth and sucked around his fingers and he smiled. He pulled his fingers from her mouth and kissed her passionately, filled with love. 

When he pulled away, their arms wrapped around each other.

“I know you have your doubts, but I promise you, this new world will be amazing,” Michael said, nuzzling into her neck. “Our new world.”

[queenxxxsupreme]

In the Lamplight (Arthur Morgan x f!reader)

A/N: This has really no plot except I got upset because of what Arthur can say when he looks in a mirror and it makes me just wanna hug him and kiss the sad cowboah away. Also, I’m trying out Arthur calling his S/O pumpkin instead of the usual ‘darlin’. Here’s another Arthur Morgan fluff if you wanna take a look at it:)

Warnings: self image issues, Arthur having issues with himself as a person??? I don’t know the right way to word it, self conscious!Arthur Morgan, shy!Arthur Morgan I think?, sad but fluffy ending, very fluffy 

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Arthur has issues with himself, but you do your best to make sure he knows just exactly why you love him. 

**picture isn’t mine**

The light from the oil lamp flickered, casting ominous shadows across Arthur’s face. 

He stood in front of the mirror in just a pair of jeans, studying his features with a scowl etched into his face. He was in the process of changing when he caught sight of himself on the reflective surface. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t look, but he couldn’t help it. 

He could see more wrinkles by his eyes than he recalled from the last time he had looked into a mirror. For as long as he could remember, he had a few sunspots on his face. It came with years of working outside, of being out in the elements and exposed to the sun. 

Scars littered nearly every inch of his skin. Some were big and nasty looking, while others were small and barely visible. 

A hand on his side made him blink, pulling him from his trance-like state. 

You were peaking around his shoulder, peering up at him with your brows knit together. 

“Is everything okay?”

“Just fine, pumpkin.”

“Then why were you starin’ for so long?” You looked to the mirror, rubbing your hand up and down his side. 

“Just cause.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Why’d you get outta bed? Ya aren’t wearin’ any socks. Your feet are gonna get cold.”

“I called your name twice. You didn’t answer.” You kissed his bare shoulder. “Had me worried.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“M’thinkin’ about tomorrow, pumpkin. We gotta long trip ahead of us. Gotta make it to camp before sundown. Don’t wanna be travelin’ after nightfall.”

You nodded and moved to get into bed, pulling up your chemise so you could climb into the bed. 

“How many scars you reckon I get a year?” Arthur asked, unbuckling his belt and shucking off his pants. 

“Just depends on how many reckless and stupid decisions you make in a year.” You pulled the blankets up over your legs. 

He barked out a laugh, but it was short lived. 

You watched Arthur as he sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. He let out a heavy breath, running a hand over his face. 

“You ever…. You ever think ‘bout anyone else?”

You drew your brows together, tilting your head to the side.

“What kind of question is that, Arthur?”

He sat back, rubbing his thigh as he locked his jaw for a moment. 

“At the saloon earlier…. That fella that was gettin’ chatty with you…. Who was he?”

You were quiet for a few moments, carefully reading Arthur’s body language. He was rigid and tense, and he sat on the opposite end of the bed from you. It was like he was trying to put space between you two.

You knew how insecure he was about himself, though he rarely vocalized it. He hated how he looked and he hated himself. It hurt you to know how poorly he felt about himself. 

“A rancher. Didn’t catch his name.” You answered, glancing down at your hands. You brushed your fingers over the top quilt, tracing the stitching to keep your hand occupied.

The man he was talking about was some stranger who had tried to get friendly with you at the saloon in town earlier in the evening when you and Arthur stopped in for drinks. Arthur stepped out for a moment and when he returned, there was a man, maybe ten years younger than him, in his seat. You didn’t flirt with him and Arthur knew this, but the voice in his head had been getting louder and louder all evening, demanding that he address the situation. 

“I wasn’t interested in findin’ out.”

“Why not?” Arthur didn’t look at you. He was too busy staring at the floor in front of him. 

“That’s a silly question. Because I have you.”

He cleared his throat, shifting in his spot. 

“Do I-I hold you back?”

“That’s another silly question. Where is this coming from?” You looked up at him. 

“I’m just…. I don’t know. Just thinkin’.”

“Well you better stop all that thinkin’. It’s not doin’ you a lick of good. You don’t hold me back from anything, Arthur.”

He said nothing, keeping his eyes on the floorboards in front of him. 

You wanted to lay down, to tell him that you both needed the sleep, but you knew he just needed time.

You stayed sitting against the headboard, eyes flickering around the room for a while. You didn’t want to fall asleep without him. 

“Be honest with me, pumpkin.” He murmured quietly, his eyes still avoiding yours. He messed with his fingers now, picking at his nails. “Tell me something that you don’t like about me.”

“Arthur-,”

“Don’t go telling me that nonsense ‘bout how you like everything about me. That’s horseshit.” He cut you off, but he never raised his voice. “Be honest with me.”

“You want me to be honest?”

He nodded, eyes closing as if he was  preparing himself to hear the worst. 

You pushed the quilts off of yourself and shifted around to sit on your knees. 

“Come here, Arthur.” You spoke his name softly, patting the space on the bed in front of you. 

He hesitated, blue eyes flickering from your hands to the bed, then up to you. 

He stood up and moved around the bed, coming to sit on the edge next to you. He was being stubborn and not facing you, so you climbed into his lap. 

Instinctually, his hands came up to hold on to your backside. 

You reached up to cup his jaw, fingertips brushing along his scruff. He leaned into your touch for just a moment. You wished he did it more often. 

You let your index and middle finger create an imaginary line along his jaw to his chin. From there, you went down the front of his neck. Your eyes followed your touch, admiring every little scar that tried to hide beneath his growing beard. 

He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath your fingers. You smiled a little. His eyes fluttered shut. 

“There is so much to you, Arthur Morgan.” You whispered. “So much to admire and to love about you.”

Your touch traveled down to his collarbone. You found a scar from a knife there. The skin was jagged and much more pale than the rest of him. 

You recalled hearing about how it was from one of the O’Driscolls. He’d run out of bullets and ended up in a knife fight with another man. Lenny recalled there being three O’Driscolls in all, but Arthur never went into detail about it. 

Arthur watched you, the way your eyes examined the scar carefully as if you’d never seen it before. He was just about to open up his mouth and ask you when you leaned forward to kiss it. 

Goosebumps broke out across his skin and a wave of heat rushed through him. 

He expected you to pull away, but you didn’t. You kissed the front of his neck and then nuzzled your nose against chin, gently coaxing him to tilt his head to the side. 

He was a little confused, but he followed your silent instructions, bearing his neck to you. He felt exposed and naked, more so than he did when you two were intimate. You were kissing his neck. Your hand was creeping up his chest, your featherlike touch trailing up along the opposite side of his neck that you were kissing. 

He let out a breathy gasp when your teeth scraped over his pulse. His hands tightened around his hips. 

“Hell are you tryin’ to do to me, Y/N?” He rasped.

“Just lovin’ up on you.” You teased lightly, doing your best to hide the smile on your lips. 

You pulled back, looking up at him. He held your gaze for maybe a split second before looking away. You caught his chin, holding him in your hands, and turned his head to you. 

“My least favorite thing about you, Arthur Morgan, has got to be the way you think so poorly about yourself. How…. how you think that after all we’ve been through, I’d leave you.” 

“‘Cause I know there’s men better suited for ya out there.” He mumbled, pulling your hand from his face. “I know I ain’t the greatest choice-,”

“You are for me, Arthur.” You cut him off. “You are the best choice for me.”

He shook his head, muttering a few incoherent words of disagreement under his breath. 

“Arthur Morgan, you stubborn man.” You sighed. “What makes you think you aren’t the best man suited for me?”

“‘Cause I look like an old sack of shit, goin’ round stealin’ and killin’ and…. And you- You’re just…. You’re fucking…. Can’t even find the words to fit you, pumpkin.” 

“I ain’t no show pony either, Arthur. I’ve done my fair share of sin. Shit, how the hell do you think me and Hosea met?”

He shook his head again. 

“I love you, Arthur Morgan.” You leaned forward to kiss his chin. “Even if you have your doubts about us.”

“I don’t doubt us.” His hand slipped around to the small of your back. With ease, he pulled you closer to him. “If I doubted us, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

“You doubt me. That I’m going to stay.”

“That’s ‘cause…. ‘Cause everyone always leaves eventually.” His eyes drifted down to your chest, finding a scar where your collarbones met. “No one ever stays. I always push ‘em away. Either with my overly charmin’ personality or the whole career criminal.” He tried to make a joke to lighten the mood but you didn’t laugh. Now wasn’t the time for jokes. “Just tryin’ to prepare myself for when you do leave, pumpkin.”

“The only way I am leavin’ you, Arthur Morgan, is when I die.” You took hold of his jaw with both hands, tilting his head up so he had no choice but to meet your eyes. “I’m here and I’m not goin’ nowhere.”

His blue eyes watched you carefully, gazing into your own as his hands on the small of your back tightened a little, drawing you closer.

“I happen to like your personality. You’re a kind man with a big heart, and a funny sense of humor that not everyone gets.” You leaned forward to kiss the space between his eyes. His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into you, resting his forehead against your chin. This made talking a little difficult, but you made it work. “And I’ve got a record as long as yours, Mr. Morgan. I don’t think I can use your criminal history against you. Actually, I think mine might be longer than yours….”

His broad shoulders trembled a little as he chuckled. 

“I know you haven’t had good luck in the past, Arthur.” You gently pushed him away so that you could look at him. You wanted to be able to see his eyes. “And I know every time that Linton girl writes a letter to you, it reopens old wounds, but you are more than her. You are more than just the gang. You have a big heart. You’re a good man and she’s an absolute jackass for making you think otherwise.”

“But…. how do you know that?” He asked quietly. 

You brushed your fingers through his hair, letting out a soft breath. 

“Let’s get comfortable in bed.”

You climbed off of him and clambered across the bed to settle underneath the blankets. Arthur followed behind you, getting comfortable too. You scooted as close to him as possible, hooking your leg up over his hip and resting your head on his shoulder. He slipped his arm around your back to hold you to him. You put your hand on his chest and began to trace shapes into his skin. 

“You don’t kill for fun, Arthur. You try to save as many people as you can when we do jobs. You go out of your way to help others when we’re out. You remember that mom who lost her son outside of Strawberry? You helped lead the search and even after everyone gave up, you kept looking for him. And you were the one to bring him home. Or how about how when we pass someone on the street who needs money, you give them enough for food? Arthur, you would give the clothes off of your back to a complete stranger in a blizzard to keep them warm if they needed it.”

“I guess so.” He muttered.

“You’re a stubborn man, Arthur.” You kissed his chest. “I guess it’s a good thing I get to spend the rest of our lives reminding you why you’re a good man.”

“The rest of our lives?” He repeated, looking down at you with raised brows. 

“Mhm.”

“Jesus.” He groaned, though you knew he was just teasing you. 

“Don’t worry, cowboy. With our lifestyle, we never know how long it’ll be. That’s the thrill of it all.” You smiled a little and closed your eyes.

Silence fell between you two for a little bit and just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt Arthur kiss the top of your head.

“Good night, pumpkin.”

“Night, Arthur.”

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Paulla: Well you're safe now. So get out.

Doppio: I'm hungry.

Paulla: So lick that coat! You smell like a-

Doppio: Grilled cheese.

Paulla: Wha?

Doppio: Grill me a cheese.

Paulla: I'm not grilling you a cheese!

Doppio: *breaks down in gross sobbing*

Paulla: Wha... Oh, for god's sake!

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*looks around nervously* Ummm hello. Can I request 👉👈 nsfw scenario of Law x fem! Easily flustered! S/O x Doflamingo? Well she's only easy flustered if she's in spicy time and sexual teasing. They make her crazy, they make her feel if she's going to heaven. Well she has never seen Doflamingo before her eyes, only by wanted poster.... I think. When she saw Doflamingo before her she sweats and become nervous and screams internally. Because he's freaking around 3 meters. It's not a poly. It's just a day/night of ~intense passion~ And Law and Doflamingo sadist side comes out. They're both smart asses. That son of a guns. And like who can pleasure her the best. Poor S/O.

That's it. I'm nervous to request this ask. *crawl back in the shadow because I'm shy bean. *

Hello there bean!🍀 no need to be so shy, I promise I don't bite (hard) sorry for the long wait on this. Also I did get the other parts of your request ^.^ thank you for clarifying all the things for me. I hope you enjoy a dose of unholy toast ~

There has been very few times when I step to the plate and stake my claim as the Unholy Toast... after this... I truly am the unholiest of toasts.

(Female pronouns)

NSFW Scenario: Law x F! S/O x Doflamingo – Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

Warnings: NSFW (Threesome, Size kink, dacryphilia, dubcon, corruption kink, thigh riding, reverse cowgirl, riding, doggy, missionary, oral, teasing, begging, spanking, slight degradation, fingering, mirror, voyeurism, slight bondage, overstimulation, power play, jealousy)

Word count: 5, 114 words

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🍄Trafalgar Law🍄 & 🧶Donquixote Doflamingo���

“Law, I think you should reconsider…Seeing him is really risky isn’t it?” {Name} suggested once again in the hopes she could change Law’s mind, unfortunately he was dead set on meeting Doflamingo. “It’s for a promising negotiation, he won’t try anything. Not when I have the leverage” Law reassures her, still noticing that she is sceptical. {Name} could not help being wary of Doflamingo, given everything she had heard about him from Law. He could see the visible worry, but it was a bit too late to back out now. Currently the two of them were standing in a room waiting for Doflamingo to arrive. The very least Law could do was attempt to put her mind at ease, he walks up to her. Cradling her face, he gives her a sweet, chaste kiss until disturbed by an almost sinister chuckling from the doorway. The two look over and see him, Doflamingo. Leaning casually against the doorframe and watching the two with amusement, “You call that a kiss Law?” he chirps, neither a pleasant word nor greeting they had expected. {Name} unintentionally gulped, having only ever seen him in wanted posters, she had no idea just how big his stature actually is and being caught in the shadow of his towering figure, it definitely is intimidating. As Doflamingo moved from his position, Law instantly stepped in front of his partner instinctually to protect her from Doflamingo. Though, almost in a manner of ignorance he simply breezes past Law, patting a hand on his shoulder and leaning down to whisper something. His gaze rests on {Name}, making her shift with discomfort, as he says to Law “She’s such a sweet little thing isn’t she?”

Law feels anger swelling up in him, but knows that keeping his head is what is needed right now, and he does not want to give Doflamingo the satisfaction of watching him react in such a manner either.

Law thinks it might be a better idea for {Name} to wait in their room, rather than stay around Doflamingo, considerably irked by the comment that the he passed earlier. {Name} agrees and is both thankful and relieved that she does not have to stay in a room of such cutthroat tension, she excuses herself, being polite and saying goodbye to Law and Doflamingo. “No goodbye kiss?” Doflamingo comments, after watching her leave. Noting Law’s annoyance and his clear urge to just get the conversation over and done with when Doflamingo once again feels the need to mention {Name} in a suggestive context which only further drives Law up the wall with agitation. He casts a threatening stare that silently convey the words “Don’t you dare.”

He laughs at Law’s reaction, watching how worked up he has gotten “I just wonder if you touch her like that as well, like a shy, inexperienced boy seeking a woman’s body for the first time.” Doflamingo laughs, taking continuous jabs at Law who tries his very best to keep an explosive rage at bay, he grits his teeth seeing that there was no reason for him to discuss his sex life, much less with Doflamingo. “Get to the point already!” Law snaps, wanting to get to the discussion part of their ‘negotiations’ though unwittingly, Doflamingo felt debonair knowing that poking and prodding was successful in perturbing Law, however obliges to discuss business.

{Name} was anxious, mostly from lack of not knowing what is currently happening. The things Law had told her rush to mind, the fact that Doflamingo was the kind of man who is unreasonable and needed no provocation to resort to violence and sadistic tendencies, and has quite a sick fondness in tormenting Law to the best of his abilities. She paced up and down, unable to stay still and for good reason, the door handle rattled and {Name} was worried about who would be on the other end. Thankfully it was Law, she was relieved, and concerned about the expression Law wore. Frowning with his brows furrowing, his eyes seemed a touch darker, until spotting her.

The incessant, almost pestering comments and questions Doflamingo asked about {Name}, his provocative stabs and criticisms about Law as her lover all led to his current state of discontent. No one truly got under his skin quite like Doflamingo; everything about him just rubbed Law the wrong way. Seeing {Name} reminded him of the conversation, while paired with happiness to see her and a gratitude that the meeting was over, he was still left with bitterness of what that conversation left him with. His blood boils, pulling {Name} close to him before kissing her rather roughly, which for Law was considered uncharacteristic on his part, although {Name} realized it was most likely due to something Doflamingo said that made him angry. “Law, are you alright?” she inquires, trying to get his attention and to subtly calm him down, it was not often that she had seen him agitated to this extent. Law licked his lips, “I’m fine love, just…I need something to calm down a bit.” he said before crashing his lips against hers.

{Name} quickly cupped a hand over her mouth, attempting not to make any loud noises, unfortunately for her, Law’s mouth was making that impossible. Her eyes drifted to the mirror that took up the entirety of one of the room’s walls, feeling even more flustered when she saw the face she was making, paired with tattooed hands digging into her thighs, spreading them apart and Law’s head between her legs. She felt his tongue running along the sensitive flesh, taking a teasing flick to her clit “L-Law…” she softly whimpered out, looking at him as he peered up at her, placing a kiss against her thigh before biting her “Feel good {Name-ya}?” he smirks, knowing the answer just from the expression on her face. She nods, as his eyes turned predatory, his tongue delves into her heat again, taking turns between softly sucking on her clit and slipping his tongue inside her. {Name’s} head leaned back, her hips slightly grinding into him for more; her hand accidentally knocks off his hat in the process of grabbing his hair, the unintentional tugs to his hair caused Law to growl softly against her, enjoying the sight of her shuddering with pleasure as he continued to devour her. {Name} whines and mewls sweetly, begging for more which Law is more than happy to oblige, pushing his tongue in a bit deeper as the sensation makes her back arch as she cries out for him, stunted by the pleasure as he drives her into an overwhelming climax. Law smirks seeing her breathless, he opens his coat calling her to him. She is quick to help him in pulling off his clothes, before he situates himself on the bed, beckoning {Name}, outstretching a hand to call for hers as she is guided to straddle his hips. His lips kiss her neck, nipping at the flesh before trailing her jaw and to her soft lips. She rolls her hips against him, feeling him ache with need, “Sorry, I can’t wait anymore {Name-ya}” Law murmurs against her skin, sighing at her teasing. She raises her hips, a silent invitation for Law as his cock lines up to her entrance, feeling her ease herself down onto his length, pulling a melodic moan from her lips, continuing to take him all in. {Name} can feel his slight ministrations from beneath her, urging her to move. Taking the hint and not wanting to delay a moment longer, she raises her hips, before sinking down again, paired with a slight roll of her hips only serve to add to the gradually increasing pleasure. Her fingers trace the tattoos of his chest, feeling Law’s feverish skin beneath her touch, before grabbing onto his shoulders for support. Tattooed hands grip her ass, a little harder than intended as he groans from the feeling of her hips moving so seductively, his fingers digging into the flesh as he decides to help her along, increasing their mutual pace. The sensation makes {Name} lose her inhibition just a little, momentarily forgetting their current whereabouts as her voice gets louder against her desperate attempts to keep it down. Whining as Law thrusts perfectly in time with her, the most she could hope for was no prying ears listening and overhearing their activities. The thought alone was one a bit too embarrassing to handle, “Worried someone might hear you {Name-ya}?” Law inquires as he thrusts a little harder, feeling her clench around him at the words.

Doflamingo wandered the halls, lost in thought and having forgot his initial reason for walking around in the first place. Though, it mostly consisted of him chuckling at remembering how much he was antagonising Law earlier, just with the mention of his girlfriend. It was absolutely amusing to Doflamingo watching Law get so uncomfortable and angry. He was actually itching to do it again, perhaps even by taking it a step further and that was the moment he heard it. At first he thought it was all in his mind, until he heard it again. A moan came drifting to his ears, and when he finally realized his surroundings, he found himself in the front of the door of the room where his ‘guests’ were staying. “Law wait! I-it’s…you’re going too fast” {Name} moaned out, piquing Doflamingo’s interest with an idea of what could be going on the other side of the heavy wooden door.

{Name} moaned, unable to restrain her voice any longer against the merciless pace Law was setting, thrusting roughly into her and hitting every spot he knew would leave her shaking, smiling at her reactions, her body writhed in his arms, tensing as she grew breathless, wanting to scream at how good it felt but opted to sink her teeth into his shoulder to somewhat muffle her sounds. The couple was far too preoccupied in one another, concentrating solely on what they were doing and completely forgetting everything around them, the two had yet to notice the man who was currently bearing witness to everything. It was quite the sight to see, the way Law dug his fingers into her flesh, bringing her down again and again onto his cock as she cried out from the pleasure completely forgetting her attempts to stay quiet…Even Doflamingo had to admit, he didn’t quite give Law the credit he is due. His initial goal was to barge in, annoy Law and leave, but how could he stop there after seeing {Name} in such a manner, now feeling the creeping lust that worked it’s way into his body and a desire for {Name}. “Fufufu if you were doing a good job, I would have heard her from down the hall” Doflamingo commented, loud enough to instantly pull the lovebirds from their world and alerting them to his intrusive presence. {Name} squeaked in embarrassment, hiding her face in Law’s shoulder, considering their current position did not allow for her to hide herself. Law had anticipated the idea that Doflamingo could attack, but honestly thought that he would have enough decency not to attack them while busy with something like this. Law was quick to see {Name’s} bashful expression, knowing just how shy she could be in front of him. Now having her in front of a stranger might have been a bit too much for her to handle. He covered her figure with a blanket, hoping to ease the shock a bit, seeing that she relaxed a bit under the cover of the material proved successful to Law.

“Get out!” Law snapped at Doflamingo, half expecting a witty comment or something along the lines of self boasting and arrogant words, part of Law even hoped that Doflamingo would up and leave of his own accord. That hope proved useless when Doflamingo simply strolled in and took a seat, admiring the view as if it were a show for his enjoyment. Unfortunately the current state he was left in made Law feel incredibly vulnerable and annoyed given the context of the earlier conversation between the two of them. Doflamingo snickered at his restlessness, feeling beyond pleased with himself, considering he got the exact reaction he wanted from Law. With one swift motion of his finger, the blanket was pulled off by one of his strings, leaving {Name} exposed to his gaze once again. “Here I thought I would be nice and show {Name} the pleasure of being with a real man, instead of an impertinent brat.” Doflamingo stated, quite firmly with only a hint of jest.

At his words, {Name} felt Law’s grip tighten on her, gritting his teeth and being pushed far beyond irritated. Her hand rests atop his, giving a squeeze encouraging him to calm down. He exhales a loud sigh, sliding a hand to her back and pulling her closer to his body. “Doflamingo, even if we were to compete over such a matter, you still wouldn’t win.” Law states, matter of factually only to see Doflamingo’s eyebrow raise in response “Hypothetically speaking?” He retorts, {Name} feels herself growing more flustered just listening to the current conversation, hiding her face in the crook of Law’s neck, based on how he is, Law wants to take the challenge…he is tempted. “Why not let {Name} decide?” Doflamingo suggests, and in a situation like this, Law would have instantly refused, would have said no. He never would have entertained such a notion in the first place, not even hypothetically, as to why he was in fact entertaining and considering this, was due to one simple answer: Doflamingo had successfully wormed his way completely under Law’s skin. Logic dictated Law’s actions most of the time, aside from his very spontaneous and inexplicable whims…this was one of those whims. An inclination to prove Doflamingo wrong and watch him admit defeat, {Name} could quickly catch onto what was happening and she had tried to warn Law against his provocations and the fact that Doflamingo was leading him on, Law cradled her face and placed a small peck on her cheek. “Trust me, alright?” Law murmured softly, watching her nod. “If you hurt her, it’s over for you Doflamingo” Law threatened, staring intently at him and setting such a condition would ensure that he would not hurt her, Law at the very least knew Doflamingo would adhere to this, seeing that he hated losing more than anything else.

{Name} still could not shake her nervousness, wanting to protest when Doflamingo had already anticipated it “Why are you complaining little one? You’re going to be feeling really good in a little bit.” {Name} felt an inkling of guilt, considering the current situation of having two men fight over who is the better lover was something straight out of book. One of those secret stash, guilty pleasure kind of stories that she would indulge in from time to time, thinking that the prospect of an actual situation unfolding had her a little bit excited.

Doflamingo sank back into the chair, feeling accomplished at the fact he lured Law right into what he wanted, Law shifted. Moving {Name} and laying her on the bed, she glanced at Doflamingo who smiled as he saw her. She blushed furiously at the thought of being watched while doing something like this, Law’s hand gently drew her attention away. Leading her eyes to his “Focus on me love” he whispers, planting a kiss on her lips “No need to hide it, if you’re feeling good you can say, whether for me or him…You’re the judge here. If you don’t like it you can tell us to stop” Law whispered, reassuring her and confirming she understood by her nodding. The building anxiety settled in her, not realizing that she would be forgetting it all soon. Law’s lips suckle on her neck, nipping ever so lightly, feeling him thrusting his cock back into her, making sure to use the knowledge of her body to his advantage watching her squirm trying to get more stimulation, starting slow as two fingers tease her even more, adding to the already pleasurable stimulation. Her moans are music to Law’s ears, he angles his hips and thrusts harder making her nails dig into his back as tears welled up in her eyes at the sensation. Law smiles, kissing them while making sure she focuses completely on him “Look in the mirror {Name-ya}” he whispers before kissing her again. Shifting their bodies up so she had a perfect view, she peered over his shoulder and {Name} could see everything. The way Law’s body drove itself into hers, watching his cock sliding deep into her, watching his muscles growing taut under his skin with every thrust, and most of all, {Name} could see her expression. It was one of pure, carnal lust. The sensations built, the knot tightened in her stomach as her breaths grew shallow, closing her eyes and holding onto him, whimpering his name over and over again, feeling the sensation wrack through her body as Law grunted, holding her against him as he found his own release. Taking a moment to kiss her gently, enjoying the short moment to catch their breath as he flashed a small, loving smile.

The moment of rest was short lived and rudely interrupted by the demanding words “My turn” before Law is grabbed by the scruff of his neck and cast towards the chair, in that instance {Name’s} natural reaction was an attempt to cover herself, still slightly unsure about this ‘arrangement’ about a contest with Doflamingo. He walks to the edge of the bed, {Name’s} gazes remain glued to the dishevelled sheets. From earlier she could tell that Doflamingo was a big man, towering over the majority of people…however, having him towering over her was intimidating, causing {Name} to sink a little into herself. Watching his smile spread as his eyes rest upon her figure, his eyes glint something devious, an uncontainable urge to corrupt the sweet little one currently cowering in his shadow. Doflamingo’s mind was running rampant with all the things he was going to do to her, leaning down as his large hands picked her up with ease, making her blush at how easily he could manhandle her. It was gnawing at a particular kink she had, even Law is very aware of it and in fact, Law could be blamed for how she developed a size kink in the first place. Doflamingo sat on the bed, making sure she settled nice and snug on his lap, she was facing Law. Seeing that he was so torn between seeing {Name’s} reactions and Law’s, deciding he would just see both. {Name} shifted uncomfortably, feeling awkward and unsure about what to do next. Oh, but Doflamingo would not have that, he is absolutely determined to make sure she showed a side of herself that even Law did not know about. Another sudden shift and {Name} found herself currently resting with one of his thighs between her legs, she had an idea of what Doflamingo was planning, quickly using her hands to try alleviate herself from moving around too much due to a state of sensitivity which she could only ascribe to the earlier activities with Law.

“You made such a mess Law” Doflamingo comments, referring to what was currently dripping down {Name’s} thighs, her hands hide her face unable to bear witness to the situation until Doflamingo decided that seeing her so bashful was quite adorable and he was having fun making her squirm. Her arms were suddenly pulled behind her, bound by one of his strings as a large hand rested on her hip. Her breath hitched. “Oh? You like this?” he chuckled, looking towards Law as if he had just struck gold on this particular information “I never thought you’d have such tastes Law” he spoke while simultaneously using his hand to move {Name} along his thigh, making sure she felt it all. Continuing his conversation with Law, in a sense ignoring the whimpers of a desperate {Name},moaning softly at just how rough he was being with her. {Name} felt such an unfamiliar swell of mixed emotion in her, both an overwhelming embarrassment and excitement, the idea of having Law watch her doing such licentious things and the man who was currently teasing her…in the end, it all boiled into one single thing, desire. Although watching how Doflamingo seemingly neglected {Name} only served to annoy Law beyond what words could express, in fact it made him jealous. Doflamingo could see that envious glare behind Law’s eyes, “How rude of me, I should be paying attention to you” Doflamingo chuckled, gently dragging his fingers down her soft skin, an evident contrast to his calloused hands, another aspect that served to arouse him even more. Feeling how fragile, how delicate she was and in this very moment, completely at his mercy. A pleasure worthy of savouring like fine wine, Doflamingo licked his lips taking the liberty to slip his fingers into her mouth. Toying with her tongue and caressing it suggestively as he continued bombarding her with that delectable friction of forcing her to grind against his thigh, impatiently waiting for the moment until she was quaking with pleasure. Enjoying the reverberation of her moans against his fingers as they slip from her mouth and trace down her body, before gliding up her thighs to tantalize her need. {Name} bit her lip in an futile attempt to silence all of those little escaping sounds she was making, being more self conscious than usual meant feeling a lot more shy than she usually would be. Law was even lucky enough to see an occasion or two where {Name} proved to be quite feisty.

Doflamingo was particularly quick to notice just how easily he was able to leave her flustered, looking at her lustful expression “I’m almost envious that Law can look at such a face” he murmurs, enjoying the remnant tears that occasionally fell from her eyes “You’re going to cry for me.” he whispered the moment he pushed his large fingers into {Name}, leaving her to gasp at the unexpected intrusion and biting back a moan that followed. Doflamingo ran his tongue along her neck, trailing it further up before biting her earlobe and making her purr softly with every exaggerated stroke of his long fingers. A steady, persistent rhythm quickly builds the tension in her stomach, a bit more quickly than she would have liked to admit, slightly curling his fingers and hitting the spot he had been searching for makes her body jolt at the stimulation. A loud moan left her mouth, making Doflamingo grin and abuse the newfound spot again and again. “W-Wait!” she whines, writhing in attempt to stop his movement, though only met with ignorance as he speeds up and holds her still watching as {Name} comes undone on his fingers, panting and trying to catch her breath. She closes her eyes and leans against Doflamingo, a budding exhaustion causes her to become languid against him, paired with the bordering painful sensitivity from all the never ending stimulation that has continuously pushed her to breaking point multiple times, left {Name} completely intoxicated on pleasure. “Did it feel that good {Name}? I’m about to give you something better~” he slyly whispers, licking the shell of her ear as something warm hits her stomach. Her eyes open, curiously wondering what Doflamingo could have been planning, eyes widening when she finally realizes, her attention drawn to the salacious, arrogant grin Doflamingo was wearing. She grew nervous, “You didn’t think you’d have something this big inside of you~” Doflamingo states with amusement in his words, feeling her shift away but left with no escape, {Name} couldn’t help but grow flustered at his words, thinking about his size and doubting something that big could fit in her entirely. Law grits his teeth, digging into the chair and uncomfortable to admit that seeing {Name} lost in ecstasy was making him crave her body, her touch and most of all he wanted to be the one to make her drunk on that insatiable lust.

Doflamingo lifted her body, making her hover above his aching cock, feeling him nudging at her entrance “I-it’s too big” {Name} stammers nervously, despite saying that, she knew it would most likely only serve to stroke his ego and would not barter any sympathy or tenderness from him. “Doflamingo please…” she pleaded, in the hopes that he would somehow feel a little bit of kindness. Listening to his name being called in such a begging way, the tears in her eyes, it was adorable and Doflamingo only felt his urge to ruin her increase, “I’ll try to be gentle” was the only words he muttered before pushing his length into her, {Name} was breathless, feeling him stretching her open, filling her to her limit “Please, it’s too much” tears began to fall from her eyes again, the lingering burn mixed in with an unfamiliar sensation, with only a slight gyration of his hips Doflamingo felt her tightening around his cock, shuddering violently with aftershocks when he realized what just happened. “You came just from me putting it in?” he leers at her figure, thrusting into her, not giving a moments rest to recover from one orgasm before pushing her to the next. His hand grabs her face, pulling her to look at him “Cry for me more.” words falling like a command, continuing to rut his hips looking between the reactions of {Name} and Law. “Are you feeling good little one?” he coyly asks, loud enough for Law to hear the question. {Name} doesn’t answer, reluctant to do so and give him that satisfaction, noticing his plastered grin disappearing, replaced by a vein appearing on his forehead his tell of anger but decided that hurting her would not get him what he wanted. She is suddenly pulled away from seeing Law, and directly in front of the mirror. Doflamingo pulls her legs further apart making sure nothing was hidden, he grabbed her face making sure her eyes were fixated on the sight of her being on full display. Forcing his cock even deeper and earning a loud moan, “If it doesn’t feel good, why are you making such a lewd face?” he inquires, accentuating every word with a thrust of his hips. His fingers push against her stomach earning a wince “I can feel myself all the way here” he murmurs, pushing down even harder. Listening to her incoherent begging, mewling his name, she closes her eyes but Doflamingo makes sure to tell her every detail of what’s happening.

{Name} is thrown down to the bed, her arms free of Doflamingo’s makeshift bondage, and suddenly finds herself on her stomach, feeling her hips being pulled up roughly as Doflamingo sinks back into her, tears fall from her eyes. Doflamingo chuckles, “Listen to you, moaning like a bitch in heat” he groans, enjoying every moment of pushing her to her wits end, his large hand entangles in her hair, pulling it up and shoving his fingers into her mouth. Doflamingo smiles turning to face Law "If you're feeling lonely Law you could always come and keep her mouth company" he grins, noticing Law getting flustered. “Law…” {Name} weakly whines, calling for him and that was all he needed to leave the seat where he had been sitting, mesmerized by the sight of {Name}, Law pulls Doflamingo’s fingers out of her mouth, glaring at him. “Can’t please everyone~” he sarcastically chirps, continuing to thrust into {Name}, Law captures her lips in a kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth, swallowing her moans and kissing her more intensely, as they separate. Seeing her bashful expression, he smiles knowing that even a kiss can still fluster her. His cock presses against her lips, {Name} happily taking it and sucking, dragging her tongue along his length as Law hisses in pleasure. Law’s hand replaces Doflamingo’s, gently stroking her hair as he whispers loving, reassuring words against Doflamingo’s filthy ones that made her embarrassed. Suddenly a loud slap fills the room, forcing her further onto Law’s cock. Doflamingo’s hips violently hit against hers in an erratic pace, Law grunts feeling her take more of him in her mouth with every thrust. His hand raises to spank her, at the unexpected slap Doflamingo feels her clench around his cock. Cursing at feeling his imminent climax building as the pace picked up, and soon became sloppy as the two were nearing their end. {Name} moaned, feeling herself getting closer and crying as another climax ripped through her body, she felt Law’s and Doflamingo’s thrusts grow more frantic, Law bucks his hips as he is hit with his own climax. Doflamingo pulls her hips straight against his, growling as he releases inside of her.

Her eyes flutter, heavy lidded and unable to keep them open any longer. {Name} listens to Law and Doflamingo getting into another argument, but she is too spent to care. Her body heavy with euphoria and exhaustion, a hand rests on her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb; she opens her eyes to see Law. She nuzzles into his hand. Before surrendering herself to sleep, Law continues to chastise Doflamingo, predominately for all of the marks he left on {Name}. In fact it pisses him off. Doflamingo laughs at Law’s discontent, watching him tend to {Name}. “It would be nice to make her cry even more~” Doflamingo jests, watching Law shoot a hateful glare. ‘It will never happen again.” Law warns, amusing Doflamingo. “She’s mine” Law states firmly, "I taught you Law, things are not always proven in hypothetical’s" he states before leaving the room. Law looks at her, thinking that in a little bit when {Name} wakes up, she’ll most likely want a bath, deciding to go arrange it so she wouldn’t have to stay covered in sweat amongst other things for too long, soon exiting the room, trying to navigate his way to the obscurely large bath of the palace.

{Name} stirs a bit, feeling a soft kiss pressed to her forehead, thinking it’s Law she just mumbles something incoherent, hearing the door open, her eyes open a little and she notices a familiar pink coat leaving, sitting up at the sight. She notices a blanket thrown over her and wonders as to what happened; shortly after Law walks in, asking her if she wants to bath. {Name} nods and blushes when Law wonders why she isn’t moving. “I…I, um…” she stutters, making her increasingly more bashful thinking about it. “I can’t really…walk right now” she mumbles.

[saberdeity]

Loved the bronson alphabet! Could you do one for Bane?

thank you so much!! I really hope you like this one!! 💗

Bane Nsfw Alphabet!

warnings- mentions and discussions of sex, explicit information

A- Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Bane is an absolute angel after sex. He will give you all the snuggles and cuddles in the world. He'll get you a bottle of water, your favourite snacks and blanket. Anything you wanted he'd get for you, after all you were his angel and his angel got what they wanted.

B- Body Part (their favourite body part of yours)

Bane is in love with your eyes. He loves being able to see exactly what you're feeling just through the look in your eyes. And your boobs, he's definitely a boobs guy.

C- Cum (anything to do with cum)

He loses every once of self control when he sees and feels you cum. He becomes overwhelmed by you in the best way possible and he lives for it everyday. He prefers to cum inside you and to be honest you do too. It just makes him go feral when he watches it drip from you down onto your thighs. He then has am excuse to fuck you again so its a win win either way really.

D- Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory)

His dirty secret is he thinks about sex with you all the time, well it's not really a secret he makes it known all the time but you are constantly on his mind, day and night and he can't wait to be back with you. He's a big softy really.

E- Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Bane DEFIANTLY knows what he's doing without a shadow of a doubt. He's experienced in many of the departments and he's so eager to know what you love and what you don't like. It is important for him to know you entirely.

F- Favourite position

His favourite position is anything with you underneath him. He loves the look in your eyes when he's towering over you, pounding into your mercilessly.

G- Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?)

It depends on his mood but usually he's pretty serious unless something goes off plan or something and then he has a little chuckle but it is very rare he laughs.

H- Hair (How well groomed are they?)

He is well groomed. He doesn't have any hair anywhere else.

I- Intimacy (How are they during the moment?)

He's always in the moment with you and only you. Nothing else in the mad world matters to him when he's with you. It is just you and him in the moment. He's a romantic at heart.

J- Jack Off (masturbation head cannon)

I don't think he'd been one for it to be honest, he'd rather have the real thing and be with you and will only do it when he's REALLY desperate which isn't very often as he can usually wait to be home with you.

K- Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He definitely has a daddy kink and no one can change my mind about that.

I think he has a knife kink.. just because you know he's bane.

Definitely has a mirror kink, watching himself or your facial expressions whilst he's fucking you just makes him feral.

There's so many more...

L- Location (favourite places)

His favourite place is the shower, I know you probably wouldn't think that with him but its just what I imagine. Otherwise he doesn't care where it is as long as he's buried deep inside you that's all that matters to him.

M- Motivation (what turns them on)

Bane is a sucker for watching you get all sophisticated and knowledgable when someone tries to degrade you or bad mouth you. He loves the sneaker more sinister side to you and he can't control himself when he feels the power radiating from you in the moment. He also loves your back, there's something about it that just makes him want to mark every inch of it and you. Your neck is a massive turn on to him, especially when you don't both to cover the hickeys from the night before.

N- No (something they wouldn't do)

He wouldn't do anything without your consent or anything you don't want to do. It matters to him that you enjoy it just as much as he does.

O- Oral (preference in giving or receiving.. skill)

He prefers to receive because of obvious reasons. He can never say no to you on your knees In front of him, the power he feels drives him insane.

P- Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

It depends on his mood entirely. Sometimes he just wants to rail you until you're screaming his name but sometimes he just wants to hold you in his arms and make love to you. He's just desperate to feel you in anyway sometimes and sometimes he struggles to control himself.

Q- Quickie (their opinions on quickies how often)

He loves a quickie. He doesn't care when or where he just wants you. You would never complain.

R- Risk (Are they game to experiment?)

He doesn't mind experimenting, he loves to find out what new things you like to do together and he's always up for trying something to know.

S- Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man could go for days if he wanted to do, it amazes you how fast and how long he can go for.

T- Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)

Bane doesn't like toys, he prefers to do it himself.

U- Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Bane is a tease! He loves to hear you beg and plead for him, it just makes his sinister side smile. Although sometimes he can't help himself, he has little self restraint when it comes to you.

V- Volume (how loud are they?)

He's pretty loud, his deep moans and groans are beautiful to say the least. He loves when you're loud, he doesn't care who can hear, he wants everyone to know who you belong to.

W- Wild Card (a random head cannon)

Bane will drop everything to be with you. Nothing to him is more important than you, no matter what. You are his princess, everything you want you get no matter what it is. He loves when you join on his mission, you both get off on the danger of life and violence 100%.

X- X-ray (what's going on underneath the clothes)

This man is ripped and we all know it. He shows off what he's got and you aren't complaining at all. He definitely doesn't disappoint in any department 👀

Y- Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. That's all there is to it.

Z- Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep afterwords?)

He always waits for you to fall asleep first. He's so protective over you that he wants to make sure you're safe and okay before he decides to finally go to sleep. Usually with you in his arms or tucked safely with him. He needs you to always be okay because he don't know what he would do if you weren't.

[theodora3022]

Bloody Rose(Sebastian Michaelis x Vampire F!reader)

Request: Sabastian with a female vampire s/o? Can be yandere or not! You choose.

Notes: I made this in headcanons form and I’m typing on mobile during witching hours, so bear with me dear anon-

I decided to go with fluff since I am in a soft mood today~~

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of blood

To others, you were a tailor owning a small haute couture shop, a spinster who make her living by making outfits. But they won’t know you been doing this since the Georgian times.

You move from county to county, around England every decade or so, to avoid suspension. Luckily no vampire hunters has ever been on your tail: you consider yourself as a good subject to the crown despite being a blood drinker. You only consume animal blood, which made you a harmless vegetarian. Being a forever maiden is not unpleasant by any means, apart from being banished from sunlight. You miss being able to run around in the sun freely. When you do go out during a sunny day you cover yourself in fabric as much as possible, resulting you with overly pale skin.

Contrary to common belief, you slept until the afternoon, opening up the store even during the day. You had forced yourself to change your biological routine to fit in the human society. Although your bed resembles a traditional coffin in shape, it is never an actual one. The mirrors in your shop were not backed by silver, so you can still see your reflections.

You happened to be at late Victorian London when a mysterious murderer decides to drain the blood of thier victims like a vampire would, how unfortunate.

You were one of the suspects, so Sabastian and his lord were obligated to pay you a visit. Although they did not put you as priority to begin with: you never done things like this. 

You welcomed them to your store with a polite smile and warm greetings, as any good saleswoman would. 

Ever since transforming, you had not drank a drop of human blood. However, you can still smell the scent of their blood even through skin. It feels like...a natural perfume to you, to describe it at best. Some are sweeter then others, like tempting sweet delights, and you had to make sure you are well fed before going near them. 

That little lord’s blood is sweet and tempting. The butler, however, his blood just...is that even blood? You thought to yourself. It reminds you of the mighnight, danger lurking underneath the peaceful surface.This man is no ordinary human, you can sense that much. You had never delt with a demon before, therefor your knowledge is rather limited, only from books and theaters. 

Vampires are demons are cut from the same cloth, in a way right? Both can only venture in the shadows for eternity, trying to get by without being slain by those self righteous dastards. Sebastian had met some of your kind over the centuries, albiet none of them are as lovely as you are. You still act like a young human woman, if not for your overly pale skin you would be considered as normal. He wonders what made you this way, as all vampires, save a selected few, are humans before something happened. You seem like a kind lady, not one of those blood-hungry lowlifes he had seen before. 

You showed Ciel your collection, took his measurements when he demanded, never flinching away from the young lord’s cold attitude. When you went into the inner chamber to retrive more material choice, Ciel decided you are most likely not the murderer they are looking for, and Sebastian agrees. There is not a single scent of human blood on you or anywhere in sight, as demons can smell such things even one uses the finest soap to cover the traces.  Even though you are a vampire, if you are harmless to others Ciel is not intersted in fighting you(he has a demon for butler, so?).

“But she is a fine tailor, right milord? Maybe you can just make this a normal shopping trip.” What an unsual person you are, thought Sebastian. He might just take a little more time to observe you. It has been forever since he met another immortal being that does not irritates him.

“Very well. This would not be a complete waste of time then. I need a new suit for the social season anyway.” The young man tsked.

When they asks you to deliver the order yourself, you were hesitant about going outside. Your ususal customers send their servents to collect their orders, as you insisted so. You know what sunburns can do to you, but they offered you a down payment you cannot refuse. It is a risk you are willing to take. Even vampires needs gold to survive, if you do not wish to massacre humans for food.

The moment you stepped onto the estate, covered in a long hooded cloak and gloves, you can sense great calamity has occured in this location rather recently. But that is none of your concerns, the customer’s private life is nothing to pry about.

The servents...they are an odd flock, to say the least. They might seem clumsy or even impotent, but you know that butler knows better then to hire three imbeciles.  

After you made your delivery, Sebastian insists on you staying for the afternoon tea. You wanted to decline, since normal food has been tasting like wet paper ever since that awful day, but you find it hard to say keep saying no to such a comely man. He is the most goregous male you ever seen, and you say that as an immortal. The term “devilishly handsome” is like a tailor made suit for him. 

To your surprise, you can faintly taste the refreshement’s fruity flavours. When you were human yourself you have always loved food, missing it much when all you can taste is blood. So you helped yourself to quite a few tarts and biscuits, not knowing the demon had added special ingredients just for your vampire taste buds. You were so focused on your plate that you missed Sebastian’s calculating smile. 

That esclated rather quickly, soon you found yourself promising to tailor more clothes for Earl Phantomhive, therefore being on their premise more. 

Sebastian would always treat you to a plate of mouth-watering refreshments before you depart. Soon you find yourself answering his somewhat intrusive questions, as it is only fair to give him some compensation for those delicious treats.

The questions are surfaces ones at first. What is your favorite color or your preferred weather. Then to more personal territory, such as the reason behind your spinsterhood or what in a man that attracts you the most. You would blush madly, a feeling you have not felt in years fills your empty soul, and tell him your little answers.

How endearing. Compare to werewolves who behaves like canines, vampire leans closer to the feline side. You reminds Sebastian greatly of the black cat he encountered last spring. Your nonchalant and cheerful attitude are identical to the lovely creature. Oh and how he loves petting her soft fur. He wonders how your hair would feel under his hands. He initially might just be curious of how an odd vampire you are, but now the demon had found you to be quite an entertaining presence.

It has been so long since you had any friends, so you opened up to him quickly, disregarding the risks. You even revealed your identity to the man in black after he swears on his heart to not tell a soul. 

“My entire family was slaughtered by venegeful vampires. My father used to work as a vampire hunter for the mad King, therefore he made enemies of many. Ironically I survived, only to found out I turned into this. A creature who can only hide in the shadows forever. I swore I would never be like those blood suckers, I would never kill someone just to saitate my blood lust. Thank you Sabastian, for all those delicious cakes. They made me feel human agian once more. Also thank you for listening to my rambles, it has been so many years I confided in someone.” So you where a noble lady once. That is where your fine but antiquated manners originates from.

What a calamity you had suffered, yet you remain strong and lighthearted nonetheless. Moving from place to place, afraid to be burnt for your youthful appearance.You deserve to be cherished as the treasure you cleary are. No more hiding and running, not if he can help it.

You gladly accepted Lord Phantomhive’s offer to serve as the household’s tailor, the pay is generous and working for one person greatly reduce the risk of being discovered. Plus you get to spend more time with your new friend Sebastian! It is an offer you cannot turn down.

Sebastain is in a contract right now, but Ciel could only live so long. Prior to meeting you, he never thought about the future after his contract is completed. He imagined the two of you traveling across the European contient as friends, or something more, for the rest of your infinate lives. He has always been alone whenever he was not in a contract with humans, but the idea of being with someone forever is rather appealling to the demon. 

Even though he does not let his emotions discract him from his duties, you can still feel how he smiles whenever you enter the room. You would curl up your lips jovially in return, sometimes even teases him for having a charming smile. 

For now, Sebastian would be your good friend, always lend an ear to you for anything, or offer his shoudler should you need it, as long it does not get in the way of his duties to his liege. But who knows what would happen after the contract is completed? The world is yours to explore, with infinate amount of time, with him by your side.

[yeojaa]

one of the first things ive ever read of yours was the 'read 6:45' it made me bawl my eyes out during 12 am 😭 could i please request a follow up drabble for it?

[ read "i love you.” read: 6:45 pm ]

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.  rating.  general.  tags.  frustrating among us play, kook being cute, etc.  wc. 0.9k.  beta reader.  n/a.  author note.  i’m so sorry this is so late but i hope you enjoy this!  i wanted to keep it kind of light and silly, since the original was...  sad and then silly?  also, this was heavily inspired by this twitter post.

Dating Jungkook is kind of like free-falling from an airplane.  (Not that you’ve ever done that.)  It’s exhilarating and fun and sometimes, downright terrifying.  You suppose it comes with the territory of being with someone like him - effortlessly cool, collected, capable of turning every no into a yes. 

You’d seen it in action during your time as friends.  Watched him woo women and dunk on dudes, somehow scrap an A in a class you both attended where you’d barely gotten a B.  (You’re still a little salty about that.)  He’d even, somehow, wormed his way into your favourite bartender’s heart, on speed dial any time you and your girlfriends had a little too much fun.  Really - just do things you’d formerly thought impossible and with that dumbass grin on his face, confidence rolling off him in waves. 

You really shouldn’t have expected you’d fare any better, be able to deny him when so many others had failed. 

“Babe.  Babe.”  There’s that goofy smile, bunny toothed and adorable.  “C’mon— it’ll be funny.”

You level him with a look in your mirror - one that screams no, it’s not - but he just keeps beaming at you in the reflection, eyes so sparkly you want to tear your own hair out.  “Maybe to you,”  you retort, slicking brow gel on, mouth rounded in a little ‘o’. 

“No!  To everyone!”  Your boyfriend is insistent, curling across your back like drapery, chin resting upon your shoulder.  He bats his lashes at you, sways you back and forth in his arms.  

“A third imposter is so stupid.”  Also, because you’re bad at impostering as is.  (You always forget which room is where and you can never answer when people ask which fake tasks you’ve been doing.)  You don’t think you could properly third imposter if you tried.  “Just win the old-fashioned way, you dummy.”  Not like Jungkook isn’t already stupidly good at fooling everyone, going so far as to admit he was the imposter and yet somehow still win.  

“But it’s funny!”  Which you suppose is what it comes down to.  Your boyfriend doesn’t particularly care about winning - it’ll likely happen anyway - but he wants to put your friend group through hell.  Make them all doubt each other as he cackles maliciously in the background.  

(Because he does that.  Laughs so long and hard it’s embarrassing, arms thrown around his head as he revels in the chaos he’s unleashed.)

“Whatever.”  It’s a lost cause.  Once he has his mind set on something, it’s nearly impossible to turn him off the idea.  Whether it’s craving corn pizza at 3 AM, forcing everyone to try the bald head Snapchat filter, or doubling his one-rep squat max - he’s as stubborn as an ox.

“Are you kidding me!”  

You watch in horror - anger, exasperation - as your little blue character gets shot through the head, the eggplant imposter tearing off in the opposite direction.  You don’t know the map well enough to know how likely it is your body will be found or how easily someone will figure out who the murderer is.  Are there cams on this map?  (God, you really need to pay better attention when you play.)

All you know is frustration, glare furrowing your brows.

Somewhere, past the closed door of his bedroom, you hear Jungkook laughing.  He’s like Ed the hyena, snickering loudly, clearly pleased.  Then your body is reported.  By your boyfriend.  Your purple-suit wearing boyfriend.

(He’s with Taehyung, dressed in green with a little companion chasing after him.) 

“Who killed my girlfriend?!”  He has the audacity to sound devastated, voice pitching three octaves as he all but shouts into his headset.

There’s a chorus of not me’s from the group, people discussing among themselves who could’ve possibly killed you in cold blood - left you to rot in the tree room.  (That’s what it’s called, right?)  No one even seems to notice how quiet Jungkook is now, likely tapping the tips of his fingers together like an evil genius.

You want to scream, shout, send him straight to the shadow realm.  You cannot believe he’s getting away with this, playing the part of an indignant boyfriend so well.  It’s absurd, really.  

“I can clear JK.  He was with me.”  Of course Taehyung’s in on it.  That, or he’s just as chaotic as his friend.  (Both are believable.)  You’ve seen the blond accuse everyone under the sun, playing third imposter better than the goddamn imposters themselves.  There was something about him, his uncanny ability to cast doubt on anyone. 

(Conversely, he could make anyone believe him.  And by anyone, you meant Jimin.  The two never turned against each other.  Ever.)

“I didn’t see Jimin anywhere,”  comes Yoongi’s slow drawl.  It sounds like he’s just woken up from a nap, syllables rounded and sleepy.  You wouldn’t be surprised if Jimin had been following after his hyung and Yoongi had simply been too tired to notice.  Something something life of a bartender something. 

“I saw Jimin across the map right as it happened.”  There’s Namjoon, ever the reasonable one, humming thoughtfully.  (Reasonable, but still suspicious.  He was notoriously bad for drawing out votings, calling emergency meetings again because he hadn’t had a chance to consider every possibility.)  “And he wasn’t near a vent, so I think he’s okay.”  A pause,  “but you never know.”

There’s a collective groan - Hoseok’s bubbling laughter cuts through it - and the next round begins. 

[crystalwillow]

Exiled Problems - Chapter Seven

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine (F!MC)

Features: Bryce Lahela

Word Count: 1.2K

Warning: This AU features themes of; Angst, Swearing, Alcohol Use, Violence, NSFW Material (Mature Themes, 18+)

Taglist: @sophxwithers @otakudreamer @an-jell-o @curiousconch @mm2305

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Before they knew it, Casey and Bryce's wedding was just 2 weeks away and she was busy preparing for another event to celebrate their engagement one final time. As she placed her powder brush back on the desk she looked at Ethan's contact for the billionth time since she left his apartment and tears welled in her eyes. She knew that she shouldn't but her fingers flew over the keyboard typing out a message. 

Once she typed it, she locked her phone and shoved it in her top drawer ignoring it as her heart raced. She wasn’t expecting an answer and nor did she get one; but just the possibility that she may see him tonight set her soul ablaze as she finished getting ready and sat practising her smile in the mirror.

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All too soon Casey was in the grand hall of Bryce’s estate pacing nervously in the corner as she waited for him to arrive. She watched the minutes tick by on her phone, dread flooding her veins more intensely the closer 7pm drew.

6:47pm.

6:48pm.

6:49pm.

Where was he? Of course he had a habit of being late or cutting it close, but this was too close. Even for him. Finally the main door of the hall were opened and Bryce was still nowhere to be seen. Casey looked at the time. 7:00pm. She’d have to start this thing alone and cover for the man who everyone thought of as her fiance.

She stood to greet some guests as they entered, giving bryce the excuse of fussing over his hair and waiting on his suit to come back from the dry cleaners because of an incident with ketchup and wine at lunch. Luckily, the guests seemed to buy it and the event got underway. Casey made the rounds as the hostess saying hello and making polite small talk, when about an hour in she spotted him there in the corner. She honestly thought that he wouldn’t come. That maybe he’d stay at work and bury himself in it the way she had been to deal with the pain and maybe for a moment, even if it was brief, forget about her… forget about them and be happy. 

Subconsciously her legs carried her over to where he stood, stopping mere inches from him. 

“Ethan…” she sighed with a shaky smile.

“Casey.” he responded as he downed his scotch.

“I… didn’t think you’d-”

“There you are babe!”

Bryce exclaimed as he approaches her, lipstick smudged on his lip and his suit slightly disheveled. Casey’s stomach turned as he placed an arm around her waist. 

“Ramsey.” Bryce nods.

Ethan grunts in response watching Casey closely out the corner of his eye.

“I um. Need to use the bathroom, you should make the rounds and say hello.” Casey nods before making a brief exit. 

Bryce shrugs and leaves to greet some guests and Ethan slips out of the hall in search of Casey. He searches everywhere he can think she would be in a place so large before he makes his way outside. Once he steps outside it isn’t long before he hears some familiar sobs coming from the shadows. He follows them carefully, his heart breaking when he sees the redness in Casey’s eyes. 

“Casey…”

“You need to leave.” she says as she wipes her tears away

“What? But you invited me here… I.. I don’t under-” 

“You’re drunk. I invited you because I wanted to see you again. But you’re drunk, Ethan. You reek of scotch. How the hell have you been doing your job?!”

“I… I haven’t been showing up…”

“What? Are you kidding me?!”

“Well, what was I supposed to do, Casey?! Huh! Why don’t you tell me that one.”

“You were supposed to go to work, act as normal as possible as you processed your pain and over time get over me.”

“Get over you? Have you gone insane?”

“No. I’ve gone numb. Which is why if you know what’s good for you. For both of us, you’ll leave, you’ll put down the drink, sober up, go back to work, forget I ever existed, and get over me.”

“There is no getting over you Casey! I can;’t get over you. No matter how much I try, I will never ever get over you.” 

At the sound of his raised tone Casey flinches and turns away hugging herself. Just then Bryce joins them.

“I think you need to step away from the lady and leave as she’s requested.”

“Oh, shut up you dickhead.” Ethan spits over his shoulder. “You were late to your own engagement even because you were with someone else!”

Behind them gasps sound and flashes illuminate the night sky as paparazzi snap pictures and record sound bites of the conversation. 

“I don’t know what you-”

“Save it, Bryce. All 3 of us here know that you and I aren’t actually engaged. And even if we were, I saw the lipstick stain on your mouth and the way your suit was messed up. So you would have just cheated on me for the 87th time since our engagement news.”

“Come on now my sweetheart. Don’t-”

“Don’t what? Bryce. Don’t let you know how I really feel. Don’t let you know that I hate your guts and have despised every single time you’ve had to touch me or hold my hand. Don’t give those who are taking pictures a recording this permission to publish a story on how much of a fuckboy you are and ruin both of our families by calling this engagement off?! Because I am done with being someone else's contract. Or… or someone else’s assignment.  I am a human with feelings and was ripped from the start of a relationship with a man I love for the sake of keeping our images and the images of our families pretty! Well I am done!” Casey yells as tears stream down her cheeks and she twists the ring off her finger, throwing it at Bryce with a frustrated sob before running back inside.

The two men scowl at one another before Bryce heads back inside, Ethan leaving just as Casey requested. 

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The next morning Casey rushed to the bank and withdrew all of her money before her parents can catch wind of the drama from the night before and places a deposit on an apartment in New York that afternoon. She doesn’t care that there are losses because she can easily buy new outfits and furniture. 

About a month passes as Casey settles into her new apartment and new life in New York. She quit the family business two days after moving and is now estranged from both of her parents.

3 weeks passed before she received a phone call from Ethan and they spoke at length and are still in contact. Ethan is supposed to fly to her in a month so they can go on their first official date in a while. Casey is still hurt from the rough time she went through and her parents actions play on her mind constantly and she will always love them. But this is what’s best for everyone.

Since moving Casey has started her own dance and self defense classes which are in high command as Christmas season approaches. She hasn’t had any contact with Bryce since that night she called off the fake engagement, and she is honestly relieved about that. 

They may not have gone through with the engagement and Bryce may be getting hell from his family but she’s just happy that for her, he is now only one of many exiled problems.