#i always wondered why i left dance so easily. maybe that had something to do with it?? idk

[graham--folger]

ohhhh

[throneofsapphics]

Hello hello, hope you’re good!! I was wondering if you could write about batboys x reader where they’ve been together for years and years, and then the sisters turn up and it turns out that each of the sisters are mates for each of the batboys. Reader is understandable upset but the batboys are dense and don’t quite understand. It’s just very very angsty for our reader but ends happy :)) Thanks!!

brush away the dust 

(part two)

Batboys x f!Reader

Summary: Tears slid down her cheeks as the memories replayed, good and bad. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get the images out - they stuck.

Warnings: angst 

A/N: happy is up to interpretation, right? It deviated a bit but it’s along the same lines!

She braced her arms on her kitchen table, willing the memories to leave. Centuries, and she lived on her own now. Gods, she’d spent half a century under the mountain with Rhys, in pain every day hiding their relationship, blending into the shadows. Amarantha’s leash on him was tight, so tight they barely risked seeing each other, let alone speaking. Fifty years without Azriel or Cassian and this is what she returned to.

Of course, Rhys kept the offer of a spot in the Townhouse open for her. 

A spot. Like it hadn’t been her home for the last three centuries. 

“You … can stay if you need to.” He said, not looking up from the papers. Bags lined his eyes, clouded with something she couldn’t recognize. He was a shell of himself, but then again so was she. Feyre had arrived yesterday - and now she was all but kicked out of her home. 

“I’ll leave.” She said quietly, waiting for a second. He gave her a nod, not bothering to look up, and she left, forcing herself to keep her pace even and calm. Maybe Amarantha had taken away part of the male you loved. 

Three hundred years, thrown out the window by the Mother. A cruel mistress. 

“Why has Rhys been pulling away from her?” She overheard Cassian asking Azriel. She learned how to be silent in the last fifty years, learned how to blend into the background - disappear. Not even his shadows spotted her. 

“He has a mate.” 

Where Rhys goes, they follow. 

“It would be different without him.” Cassian said, trying to sound gentle. Azriel’s features had softened - in pity. They were looking at her with fucking pity. Still, she kept her cool. No, she wouldn’t let them see her anger or hurt. If they could brush it off this easily, she could at least pretend to. 

“I understand.” A neutral mask slid over her features. Cassian blinked once. Had he expected a different reaction? Her, before Amarnatha, showed her heart on her sleeves. Her emotions could always be read, free for the whole world to see. But, she’d learned better - and now somehow it paid off. 

Tears slid down her cheeks as the memories replayed, good and bad. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get the images out - they stuck.

Lover.  

They traipsed in from the sauna, bruised and smiling from the snowball fight. Cassian swept her into her arms and she squealed as he spun her in a circle. 

Azriel caught the gift Cassian tossed from under the tree with a sigh, passing it towards her. He left his hand on her thigh, watching intently as she opened it. 

Silver from starfall lining his face, his violet eyes danced as he spun he her in circles, over and over again. 

Friend. 

“I want you to meet her.” Rhys asked, “come with Mor.” She’d pursed her lips but gave a nod. A favor, she could do him a favor. Even if she recognized he was asking as her High Lord - not her lover. Pretending couldn’t hurt. 

“Who is she?” Feyre asked Rhys as they left the room. 

“A friend.” Mor glanced at her in alarm as her expression fell. Rhys had already strolled away - out of earshot, but she was good at keeping her sobs silent. Still, Mor tugged her up out of her chair - winnowing her out of the moonstone palace.

Stranger. 

She nearly froze as she spotted them in Rita’s. Mor locked eyes with her and made her way across the floor. “Do you need me to distract them?” she murmured. Looking over her shoulder, Azriel had spotted her, and looked away. Cassian and Rhys didn’t bother glancing in her direction. 

Mor saved her in those first weeks. She came over, tugged her out of bed and made her eat, take a shower, leaving her new apartment, bought with the money she saved over the years. Her money. She’d never be that dependent on anyone again. Absolutely never. 

Mates. Gods she hoped she never found one. She never wanted to be the person who could discard someone, throw them aside after centuries - like nothing ever happened. A promise, she made a promise to herself - she would never say a word against them.  

Of course, she came when Madja asked for her help. Cassian was unconscious as she helped heal him, sealing the giant wound cutting him nearly in half, hiding her tears behind a professional mask. Maybe the glamor had worked too well. Not even Mor recognized her. Amren’s eyes had flared, but she gave her a pleading glance and received a curt nod in return. 

She lasted all of two years in Velaris. Rhys had a child, Cassian found his mate, Azriel became infatuated with someone - she refused to learn who. Refused to remember their names. Maybe what hurt the most was they never reached out, never sent a letter or asked how she was. Expendable. 

She moved to the Winter Court after things had settled. Viviane welcomed her, made her feel at home. Never asked prying questions - found her a job as a healer, helped her get a new home. A small cabin, surrounded by snow - three cats who found her and refused to leave. Over the decades, they became memories. Memories that didn’t haunt her any more. Instead she learned to take the good portions of them - to focus on how much she learned from that. Peace, she’d found peace and a home. Somewhere she was just herself, not their partner, but built a home and community. A community of people who liked her for who she was. 

Still, she kept the one portrait of them, and wondered if they’d burnt their copies. Her hand brushed the dust away, and she found herself smiling fondly at them. Their faces, captured in time. Her eyes found the clock. One minute had passed, and she put it back in the drawer. Forgotten for another year or two. 

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

By music! Question, I was looking for a Drabble you wrote and post, I think it was a WIP about havenfall is for family, about hisashi’s will and how Izuku wouldn’t get anything if he transition or something and I was wondering if you could help me find it?

Inko had been the first to fall for Hisashi’s charm but she hadn’t been the last by far. Sitting in the small police station that Sherriff Hunt had escorted her, Izuku and Mr. Smith to, she figured Martha probably hadn’t been the last either.

“It fits his usual antics.” Inko said tiredly. “The only reason I stuck around was because he’d actively sabotaged my college career and had a lot of money. Leaving would have ruined me even with evidence of him cheating which three of his girlfriends had given me.”

“A real piece of work,” Sherrif Hunt said in disgust. She paused to look at Izuku who was lost in his own world with Inko’s phone and headphones.

“He’s looking up local heroes.” Inko explained. Hunt looked interested, eyes twinkling.

“Really? Does he know any English? My Japanese is rusty, and I’d like to talk about heroes.”

“He knows a fair amount.” Inko smiled as the sherriff easily drew Izuku away. Far enough he couldn’t hear but close enough Inko could see. She was a good woman, Inko could tell.

“Alright so, Hisashi left you and Izuku everything,” Mr. Smith didn’t beat around the bush. “His funeral was last week, but you didn’t come due to…”

“Izuku’s classmates thought it would be funny to push him down the stairs and he broke his arm and leg,” Inko said shortly. The lawyer stared at her in open mouth shock. Inko noticed that the Sherrif seemed to have stiffened briefly to. Enhanced hearing probably. “One of the parents at least felt bad enough to get a relative with a healing Quirk in but it took a while.”

“Oh…” Mr. Smith swallowed. “Okay, so, it makes sense why you’re staying here for a while.”

“Just a few years to handle Hisashi’s affairs so I can arrange to move to a new place in Japan. The house he and his mother lived in is still good, correct?” Inko asked.

“It is.” Mr. Smith nodded. He made a note on some paper he’d taken from his briefcase. “Izuku will inherit a large sum as long�� as…” he trailed off. Inko sighed.

“Izuku declared he was a boy when he was four and I never denied him that. Perhaps he’s a little to young for it, I don’t know. Don’t ask me how gender works. I don’t see any harm in letting him explore pronouns and his identity. Maybe he’ll decide otherwise.” Inko sighed. “What did Hisashi put?”

“Izuku cannot go on hormone blockers and has to have a kid.”

“That sounds illegal.” Inko said instantly.

“It actually is thanks to certain laws in Japan.” Mr. Smith told her. “Here in the states it’s still legal so I believe he thought he could do that. However as most of his assets are in Japan…”

“He couldn’t.” Inko let out a breath of relief. “And you didn’t say anything?”

“Told him Japanese law makes that condition null but he ignored me.” Mr. Smith shrugged. “Not my problem.” The rest of the meeting was just discussing the assets. It was a fair amount of money, enough Inko could go back to college herself to finally get that literature degree she’d always wanted and not work until Izuku was in his teens. And Izuku could be well off as an adult himself. And that was just the liquid assets.

“How many houses did he have?” Inko wondered. There were four in America and two in Japan. Along with multiple sets of art and other goods. “Please tell me he wasn’t a villain.”

“Oh no, just shady,” Mr. Smith said. The meeting continued with Inko agreeing to have some companies clean out the houses and sell them, including the ones in Japan as Inko wanted to arrange a new home for her and Izuku. Without memories of her ex-husband.

Some days were better then others concerning him. She missed the man she thought he’d been; the funny and kind man who swept her off her feet when she was young. Who took her dancing and who promised to love her.

The cracks had appeared when she was twenty-five but she didn’t fully notice them until she was pregnant. When Hisashi knew she wouldn’t leave, because she didn’t have a job or any education. Izuku became her whole world and he used it against her.

Inko would never regret her son. Izuku was her pride and joy, a beautiful little boy. But Hisashi knew what buttons to press. It just got worse when Izuku got his diagnosis.

(She hated that word. Diagnosis, like being Quirkless was a terminal illness meant to kill him. It wouldn’t kill Izuku.

Society would. It already tried when he got shoved down the stairs. It tried when Inko had to fight to get anyone to care. When Mitsuki tried to convince Inko that Katsuki had nothing to do with it, when the woman was so obtuse to her son’s actions that she ignored Inko’s worry. When Mitsuki kept defending Katsuki even when proof came out.

When Inko tried to believe Katsuki apologized only to find Izuku sobbing because the blonde had burned Izuku’s arm due to ‘making auntie side against him’. Inko told Katsuki off and she realized how little anyone had seen her son as a person.

All highly illegal and Inko walked away after setting the police on Aldera and the Bakugou family. She blocked them all.)

Inko hadn’t been a saint when she’d learned Izuku didn’t have a Quirk. She’d gone through the motions and had a pity party until she snapped out of it when Izuku came home with tears in his eyes because he got told by a teacher he’d end up on a street corner.

He was five. Inko hated it took that single act of cruelty to wake her up. Hisashi hadn’t been woken up, but he’d been decent enough to keep up the facade.

[nburkhardt]

You Called My Name (My Whole World Changed)

(Please listen to, Before I Loved You by Phillip Phillips to know the music)

TheHair was a mystery to the public, suddenly appearing one day with ‘Second Chance’ and never posting again. Not even an announcement of an official release of the full song, everyone wondering if the person just left it alone because they wanted people to come up with their own version or if they realized it was a mistake and went back home.

Steve smiled as he heard the music fill the room and he couldn’t believe how well it came together. How he managed to write that in only a year of being together. But it’s here and he feels giddy that others will hear it, that he’ll hear it officially. He’s read the lyrics in the notebook, has felt the words traced on his skin. It’s not that much of a surprise but he knows he’ll love it and Steve can’t wait.

The video that he uses is full of clips of them together from the last year. The first one is of them slow dancing in his living room cropped enough so both their heads aren’t shown, then it’s a mix of clips he’s taken. Of his partner sitting in the driver seat a hand on the wheel and the other shaking in the direction of the camera but the face is blocked by wild curls, another clip is the camera zooming in on someone tuning a red warlock guitar. The clip switches right before the face is shown. Before it ends it’s a quick slideshow of a bunch of their pictures, ending on a single picture of the two of them kissing. Steve’s leaning on an amp and the other is pulling him close.

TheHair: I was barely alive, always hiding the pain. I was nobody before I loved you. #happyoneyearanniversary

He took a deep breath before finally hitting post and immediately putting the phone down and pushing away from the desk. Walking into the other room listening to the laughter and what sounds like an argument coming from the kitchen, he stood against the doorway to watch his boyfriend and his best friend argue over what looks to be their last brownie.

“It’s mine! My sunshine made it, so move away!” His boyfriend moved to grab it but his friend moved again, “come on Jeff! I had like two, Stevie doesn’t bake these often they’re special!”

Jeff rolled his eyes, shifting again to block the counter, “you live with the guy, Eddie! Just ask for more!”

He smiled as Eddie pouted, tried to grab it again before giving up and crossing his arms. “Fine. Take the brownie, I’ll just have- Stevie!” His whole face lights up and he moves quickly to throw himself at him, easily catching him in a hug. “My lovely, beautiful, amazing boyfriend. Stevie, darling, don’tcha think brownies sound wonderful right now?”

Laughing, he shakes his head and presses a quick kiss to Eddie’s lips before pulling away and finding Jeff shake his head and walking pass them, leaving them alone. “Did you and Jeff really just argue over a brownie?”

“Hm, maybe? How much did you hear? Wait, why are you back in here? I thought you had something to do in the studio? Wait, wait! You got the song back today right? How does it sound? Is it the one I read? Did it come together the way you wanted?” Eddie’s words flying out and he bounced out of his arms, looking around for his phone, “did you post it? Where’s my phone! JEFF, do you have my- no wait ah-ha!” He held up his phone with a wiggle before turning it on and facing away from him.

Before Steve knows it, he hears his own voice.

‘I was nobody, nobody, nobody. You called my name and my whole world changed. Cause I love somebody cause I love somebody. I was playing with fire didn’t care if it burned and I was barely alive, always hiding the hurt. I was nobody nobody nobody before I loved you’

“Stevie” Eddie’s voice is soft and there’s a sniffle, turning around he has tears in his eyes and a smile, “Stevie- oh my god. This is, this is beautiful, honey. I love it so much, I love you”

Eddie’s walking back towards him and Steve meets him half way, “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you, Eddie. I love you so much, happy anniversary my love”

~~~

So, I didn’t plan on writing more of this au. But I heard this song and immediately thought of Steve and of course, Steddie. But mostly Steve writing this for Eddie 🥰

Hopefully everyone also gets the same vibe I got when I first heard this song because I was listening to it while writing this and a little bit of doubt went into my ear and I had to double check with @i-less-than-three-you 🤣

ALSO! Just so everyone knows, Steve landed in some tough spots being by himself and not knowing what he’s doing yet. That’s why his account got ignored. He met Eddie at a bar and they don’t click immediately but became friends and it took another month before getting together officially. Eddie’s band, Corroded Coffin is an up and coming band and their manager ended up overhearing Steve singing to himself one day and fast forward to this fic, is signed and making music officially. (Steve still hasn’t met Robin yet)

[review-anon]

Thoughts on Leon Kuwata?

And now we are onto 11037 himself.

Now Leon's design is what I question about because he's supposed to be the first male character designed, but he looks a lot less plain then Sayaka does. Was Sayaka designed before Leon? Must be or maybe he was gonna be a punk rock guy before they went into baseball? Given how Distrust was working out, could be the case.

I mentioned this on Min's entry but Danganronpa Chapter 1 deaths are either people you think would be important, or people that can't last more then one chapter. And Leon fits the latter as having a Ultimate who hates their talent seems to be interesting but there's only so much you can do with that. And what's funny is while some different victim combos made it so Sayaka could have lived, Leon was always the culprit. Whenever it be Kyoko, Junko or Sayaka, Leon was always gonna stake a girl.

People often shit on the 11037 thing but this is a case of something lost in translation. While English is taught in schools and a good chunk of the Japanese population do know it, its kinda like Spanish for Americans or French for British, something people find boring and not worth their time. And so having it spelt as LEON in English when your main audience is Japanese is actually clever as imagine if it was say in Spanish, you wouldn't pick up on it so it was a very good clue. Unfortunately once it comes over to the West, and we English speakers see it, its obvious as day and we are just left wondering how stupid the cast isi.

I already mentioned how Leon was more sympathetic in the manga version but I want to address another misconception about the murder and that's why Sayaka targeted Leon given how as an atllethic he would easily overpower. Well remember that Leon often shirks practise so his muscles aren't as good as they should be. Meanwhile idols have to do a lot of dance routines so they are actually quite healthy and strong, so Sayaka could actually overpower Leon. Plus I think another reason she targeted him was she was pissed how he thought music would be "easy" compared to sports given all Sayaka had to work towards to achieve her goal, she would see this as an insult.

Leon's execution though I consider to be one of the most brutal in the franchise as he's literally stoned to death. And given it was a Distrust execution that got barely any chances it shows why, which makes me horrified to consider what the others would have been like. We know Junko would have gone like French Queens would have but what would the other deaths been like? I don't think I want to consider it.

And the other tragedy is unlike Sayaka who fans recognise has been given shaft by canon and give her some one ups, Leon doesn't get that as he barely gets anything in any of the askblogs and is reduced to comic relief. Unfortunately when you are considered a meme character, you ain't gonna get much.

And its not like I'm gonna be any better so don't count on it.

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Tale As Old As Time

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 759

Summary: I’m one of those writers that sort of know the exact dates my characters do things and Dieter proposes Halloween 2023!

Warnings: hints to depression and suicide, lots of fluff at the end, I cried writing this one so maybe have some tissues!

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I never loved you.

I was just using you to get a greencard.

I’ve met someone else.

Sorry.

Those were the last words she said to him before leaving him to sit alone in the candlelight.

Maybe if he didn’t make such a grand romantic gesture, it wouldn’t have felt so pathetic. The knife in his heart still felt the same.

He thought he found love until it spat him back in the face tasting of lies and betrayal. He hoped to wash away the taste with alcohol. Most of it had been thrown out by her but there were still a few bottles left hidden. When these ran out, he started on the Listerine. That left a different taste in his mouth, but the hurt was still there. Finding a lot of painkillers while getting to the mouthwash gave him an idea. He could easily take the pain away.

She didn’t want him which meant nobody wanted him. Why not just save people the trouble of existing? He felt nothing for a while, and it was nice.

But then they brought him back. He thought that was a stupid idea. The world wouldn’t care if he was in it or not.

Eventually, he was allowed to be on his own. He didn’t like being left alone with only himself as company. Nobody liked his company, especially him. Hurting himself didn’t help but it meant that didn’t leave him on his own again. But then he was around people that didn’t like him. A Catch 22 if he ever saw it.

Soon, with time, he learned to tolerate his own company. If he kept busy, he’d have no time to be with himself. He’d fall asleep too tired to dream. His only focus was work. People seemed to like him again but only for his work. No one liked him for him, not even himself.

Everything changed when you came along.

Now, he could learn to love things through your eyes. He even learned to love himself.

For once, he felt happy being himself.

Because you loved him being himself.

*****

Dieter was nervous.

The last time he did a grand romantic gesture, it ended in disaster.

You and he were at a fancy hotel for a fancy Halloween party. He was waiting for you to finish getting ready as his didn’t take as long.

He planned on dancing with you for a bit before heading onto the balcony which were covered in flowers and then proposing under the starlight. He hoped it was just the right amount of perfect.

The bedroom door to the suite opened and you emerged in your costume. Dieter stood and could only stare in wonder at how beautiful you looked.

“Lokk at you Dieter, so handsome!”

“Nothing compared to you.”

“I think the dress has something to do with it.”

It was certainly the prettiest dress you had ever worn. Belle’s yellow gown had always been one of your dream outfits and now you finally get to wear it. And, of course, Dieter was perfectly handsome in his Prince Adam costume.

“It’s a pretty dress,” he said.

“I know! I love it! I’m so glad you suggested Beauty and the Beast this year. Now I can do this!”

Stepping into a clear space, you twirled around so your dress could twirl magically around you.

“This is so much fun!” you squeed and you twirled again. “Oh no, now I’m getting dizzy.”

Dieter rushed to catch you before you could fall but you leaned into him, giggling and he could only join you in the laughter.

“Marry me.”

“What?”

He got down on one knee and your hands went to your mouth.

“I had the perfect moment planned to propose but every moment with you is perfect. I want to spend the rest of my life with you so, will you marry me?”

All you could do was nod, tears of happiness in your eyes.

“Really?”

“Really really. I absolutely love you with all my heart so yes, Dieter, I will marry you.”

His smile could not get any wider and his own tears of happiness started. He stood up and finally remembered to get the box out. You noticed the shape and almost started crying again as he opened it, revealing the ring which almost looked like a rose frozen in time. With shaking hands, he took it out.

“Oh, sorry. I’m wearing gloves.”

“Oh, fuck I didn’t think about that.”

“It’s fine, I’ll go without gloves.”

“You sure?”

“It’s perfect as it is.”

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic @glshmbl @cupcakehp

[pixeldistractions]

The past couple months have been full of ups and downs for Jordan, but he finally feels like things are on the upswing. In gameplay, he’s very often doing this adorable happy dance. Like, he loves this life! Right now, he does. He had to cause a lot of trouble to get here, but it’s paying off for him now. He is finally figuring out his shit, he got his woman, and he’s so hopeful for their future. And there are more worries still, but they’re buried so far underneath the bliss that he can easily forget they’re still there.

(Dude doesn’t know that he’s the main character in a story that’s not even half over, but we’ll let him enjoy this for a bit…) 😈

But anyway, my game suggests cheerful?

Like I said when Maria popped up one of these, I almost never accept these things, but I actually like this one for Jordan.

I don’t know if I ever would have noticed this about him before he left Colette, because she was such a drag on his life, but doesn’t he just want to be happy? He is such a TS2 pleasure sim. He doesn’t desire wealth or power or fame. He just wants to live his life as he wants, to be unbothered, to love and be loved, to work little and play hard, to dream big and chase after those dreams. He wants everyone in his life to be happy, even though it’s impossible to please everyone all at once.

And his spirit feels pure. (If it’s not too weird to say, I always know how my characters’ spirits feel. Like, the aura of the place where their thoughts and feelings come from. And they’re all very different.) There’s a kind of innocence about Jordan—he doesn’t lie, he isn’t cruel, he won’t even call his ex a bitch when she’s being one. He feels carefree and pure. And that’s also the way a lot of other cheerful sims in my game feel. So cheerful? I clicked yes!

I ditched his noncommittal trait a little while back, too, by the way. Because he’s actually very much the opposite. He’s overcommittal, if that’s a thing. This is a pattern I’ve noticed emerging with Jordan, he promises everything to everyone. (Whew, didn’t he just make some more big promises to Maria???)

And maybe that’s why he feels like everyone is always disappointed in him, because he promises more than he can realistically deliver. Considering that, I wonder what he promised to Colette and failed to deliver that made her so mad? (I know what it is, actually.) It might not be anything he promised explicitly, but maybe it was implied, or that she implied it upon him and he didn’t refute.

Which is not to say he will disappoint Maria, too. Maybe he won’t. But who will he disappoint instead to keep his promises to Maria? Or who would he disappoint if he keeps his promises to his boys instead? That’s without even making promises to himself, which he has finally started doing. And whatever it is Colette thinks he promised her, pretty safe to say, that’s at the bottom of his list.

So if he has proven himself to be fickle and indecisive, I think that’s also a consequence of being overcommitted and his optimism (cheerful trait) that he thinks he can actually follow through with all these promises.

I have a lot of custom traits, but I don’t think I have one to approximate that. I doubt that kind of characterization could even be put into a game. He does still have the irresponsible trait, but that one is pretty useless in gameplay.

But, in gameplay, Jordan is actually really high maintenance to play! Which inspired this bit ^ where she wanted to chill and cuddle and he wanted to go do something.

His fun bar drops super fast and he gets irritable moodlets when he’s bored. He also gets bored moodlets from being inside for too long (unless he’s getting some action, but to be quite honest, he’d rather do that outdoors, too, if privacy wasn’t a concern!)

So time will tell whether Maria can keep up with him. She doesn’t have any inherently lazy traits, but he tends to go go go until he drops of sheer exhaustion, and she’s a little more chill than that. But she does love to dance, so I wouldn’t say she’s completely inactive, either.

Let’s wish them luck, lol!

If nothing else, now he has Johanna to run him into the ground, too. Oh, and she will!

[sheenashifts1217]

Hi 💕

I saw your post about the shufflemancy! I think it’s really neat and was wondering if it’s at all possible to get a message from my s/o Seb?

I really appreciate it! ✨💚

-Em 💛

Hi Em!!

Seb’s message to you:

Lyrics standing out:

“Head lights shining bright in the middle of the day

Two black Cadillacs meeting for the first time

He was a good man

Loving both of them for so long

His brother said he was a good friend

The room turns

He’s not the only one who had a secret to hide”

Alright, I believe there are two separate messages for you from this song. The first one is in regards of your shifting journey. If you have multiple DR’s, that is amazing, but it’s easy to get overwhelmed with the thought and fantasy of all of those and lose focus of why you’re shifting in the first place and your sense of self. Seb and possibly a few of your other spirit guides are telling you to maybe take a step back and focus on one thing at a time. Remember it’s called REALITY shifting, for a reason. It’s is real, you are changing YOUR REALITY. Too much at once can overwhelm you and cause you to lose yourself very easily.

The second meaning of this song is literally Seb telling you, he is a jealous man. Not necessarily in a toxic way, but he definitely wants others to know that you’re his.

Also, random thought, maybe try shifting during the day, meditation may be helpful as well.

Lyrics standing out:

“The dice are loaded

The rich get rich

Captain lied

Everybody got this broken feeling

Lost every road

You love me, baby

You’ve been faithful

Now or never

Me or you

Live forever

When you’ve got a life or two

It’s moving fast

To the beach of Malibu

The sacred heart”

Okay, yes, this is also to help you with your shifting journey. You may have started shifting in 2020 or got your start in shifting from tiktok and this lead you to a lot of misinformation. Due to that, there may have been many “failed attempts” (I personally believe there is no such thing as a “failed shifting attempt”. Every time you “attempt to shift”, you shift. It may not be to your DR, but you shifted nonetheless. Remember that you’ve already shifted to your desired reality, you’re just waiting for the physical plane to catch up. Sorry about my little rant) or times of demotivation. Seb is saying to preserver. You’ve been loyal this whole time, why stop now? You have the power to become aware in your DR, you simply just have to do it. Keep finding what works for you and learning the true information about shifting.

Lyrics standing out:

“There’s an antique shop

I walked in

Two lovers laughing on the porch of their first head

In another life, you still would’ve turned my head

Read your love letters every single night

Even in a different life we would’ve been timeless

Time stood still

Time forgot

A book covered in cobwebs

They fell in love like we did

I was forced to marry another man

Runaway and left it all behind

We were supposed to find this

Like an age old classic

I’m gonna love you when our hair is turning gray

Even if we’d met on a crowded street in 1944

Something in my head said stop, so I walked in”

He wants to remind you of everything you have in your DR. (For some reason, I can see you all dancing in the kitchen.) You were supposed to find shifting. He loves you and you love him, so go to him. Remember that time is not linear, so don’t worry that you will lose him or shifting. Seb is always going to be there for you. The same for shifting, it will always be there. Shifting is an action, and your means of transportation to your DR.

Lyrics standing out:

“I’ll wait for you

Im obsessive and I love too hard

I can be needy

Tell me how good it feels to be needed

Sorry if I say sorry way too much

You can go ahead and call me selfish

I need your touch

Passionate

Good at overthinking”

Stop overthinking shifting. It is simple, you’re becoming aware of what already exists. You didn’t even have to create it. Think of it as finding a deeper part of yourself. Seb says he will wait for you, but he is selfish and needs you. Take however long you need. Seb wants you to know how deeply he cares for you and he loves you passionately. He knows he’s selfish and he’s sorry for coming off too strong in the last but it was purely out of love. When you think of Seb, think of a part of yourself that you are diving into and feel those connections and emotions. That is what will help you fully shift.

I really hope this was helpful, you beautiful soul. Please leave a review and let me know if this resonates :)

[e1igius]

the sensation of adrenaline never seems to leave them in time , the rush of heat and enhanced excitement fills his body to the brim he's sure that his skin will explode off of the muscle and bone. the man's covered in blood , dripping red hazardous material from head to toe , smeared across his face like some sort of movie villain , the smile plastered on his lips reminiscent of comic book evil clows... the shine in his eyes , the life that seems to brim under oceans of blue tinted grey ice , the burn in them... hunts the feeling of reality from his bones. nothing feels real. everything is a dream , a concoction of new addictions waiting to begin. the largest of which seems to be satisfied every time they are together. as if they both are chasing the same high. but for the first time in their little adventures , the blood that fuels the excitement does not belong to someone else... no it is his own , from cuts & torn skin as the united states had decided that enough was enough... that maybe he needed to get put back in his place --- like tightening the leash on a rabid dog by reminding them that the prong collar was not the worst punishment they could receive.

and yet , there had never been any hesitation in the texan's mind that he would be stuck in his situation. be it the benefactor's wish that this happened then he knew that he would make it out. huckleberry was above any law as long as he had the old man's blessing ; further than that he knew not was what expected of him. only that the more they pushed , the better was the idea of destruction. he hadn't been wrong , when she'd pushed through the men as if they were nothing it was easily the most impressive thing huckleberry had seen in a while. the sheer force with which she entered the room , established herself , left a glow about her that if the man didn't already believe in god & angels , would have had him questioning his very existence. she was heaven incarnate in that moment , the force of life & death at her fingertips. and the man called ' eligius ' had of course taken the opportunity , to kill his closest captors during the glorious commotion.

matched breath still heavy as he takes her in , excitement never leaving the man's usually ice-fueled gaze. a ravenous hunger dancing under an already lit flame , but the woman is never as easy as hello. she invades his personal space ( though the action is not disliked ) --- her small frame magnified as she stands next to him , barely reaching the blonde's shoulder. he had expected a rescue , a grand one , but not from her. he wonders if that is what had taken his benefactor so long , if the man had been waiting for anita herself to break him out of this prison cell. it was far easier to simply allow soemone else to do the difficult part of the work , he certainly couldn't blame the man. and he expects the woman to play into the false sense of professionalism that plauges their little situationship. she calls it coworkers with benefits. he argues she's the closest thing he has to a friend.

and yet the words catch him off guard. the adrenaline dipping out of utter confusion , for just a moment before it spikes even higher as his heart fills with something a kin to joy or possession. as if she's answering his unspoken question of why she would even bother with someone like him. who could rather easily end up in this situation once again ( and most likely would ). the words fall from his lips like a breath , a promise , a vow. ❝ and i you. ❞

@executiioner asked “ you. i’ll always fight for you. “

[typewriter83]

https://www.tumblr.com/typewriter83/751205799108427776/lana-cub-here-i-think-you-said-once-that-tommy?source=share

that... Wow.

That must be one of the most accurate and interesting analysis about tommy that I have read, and everything you said makes so much sense. When I don't think I can appreciate you morez you come up with a whole fucking thing that shows me how mature you are. He is a man child (and honestly i now wonder if this developted in him since childhood. I mean, game/show never told nothing about their childhood besides having a dad (in joel's house, you can see a picture of little!joel fishing with their dad) but what if something happened to this dad and joel had to be the man of the house (I always found his sense of responsibility a little too rooted in him) and having to take more care of tommy than before? We will never know, but that would explain some things about tommy.

Also, the maria part, I think you just made me realize why I never really I sympathized with maria's character and never really liked her and tommy as a couple (even tho they dancing in the background of part2 was cute). I knew i never really liked maria: this is more about opinion, but i feel like maria's only shown personality is just being authoritive and ruling people around. And, unfortunately, their making maria's character even more annoying on the show. So, of course (and you helped me realize) that maria's favorite part about tommy could easily be this childlike part of him of always wanting someone to guide/rule his life. And like you said, because joel's death was a thump to him and fucked him up, tommy and maria went to a crisis for the first time: she just didn't know how to keep him under her control anymore, he was uncontrolled. This dynamic sounds boderline toxic if you ask me, and maybe people don't view maria as toxic only because she's not the man in the relationship here.

I wonder how will you put this into practice in your story, and how that could affect the main plot (specially when they find about that).

I also wonder if this man child part of him, even fho it was cracked, was tiggered in the farm scene. I mean, let's remember basic child behaviour: child wants, child asks for. Child receives a "no"? Child cries and gives a tantrum. That was basically all the farm scene if we really go on with the logic of tommy being a man child. Once he found out ellie wasn't so sure about hunting abby, it's like he totally forgot that he was talking to his niece and putting her in danger again, and then threw shit on the fan.

Oh my gosh, this reply is just so much - so much goodness to dig into. I think Tommy is a complex character - I actually think every character in this universe has the potential to be complex if someone is willing to dig into it. But Tommy is someone in the game who has the unique experience of having experienced many lives through his life.

Season 2/Game 2 spoilers below cut

I think you’re right that there was probably only one parent involved in the Miller household, probably mom. I believe Joel to be around 8ish years older than Tommy, and it’s possible that Dad Miller left sometime after Tommy was born, leaving a 10ish year old Joel is raise his little brother. You mention the photo of Joel and dad - Joel is pretty young in that photo, probably kindergarten age so pre-Tommy. Joel remembers dad being someone he looked up to, and either Joel was wrong about him, or something scared him off - or maybe he passed away.

If we go off game ages - I tend to stick to that universe/timeline when analyzing - Joel was about 19/20 when Sarah was born which means Tommy was about 11/12, so theoretically, Joel was raising Sarah and helping raise Tommy. Joel was a very influential part of Tommy’s entire life, so when Maria says to Ellie (in the show) that Tommy was doing what Joel did, of course he did!

And mixing game and show lore, maybe the army messed Tommy up more than it helped him grow up. And you’re right, maybe Maria liked that about him, clung to that - she was a mom at some point too, and maybe she liked the idea of Tommy needing her in a capacity that was more than a lover. (Kind of ironic when you think about it - seeing as another conversation we’ve been having revolves around the Joel/Ellie dynamic transcending father/daughter or something more/else, right?)

And I agree with you that losing Joel was a catalyst that changed Tommy’s personality - he went after Abby to protect Ellie because that was what Joel would have done/wanted him to do. By the end of the game, Tommy is broken and lost and does want revenge, which was never Joel’s way (that’s a WHOLE OTHER conversation regarding game 2, omg, what a shit show - wanna talk about that next?), but Tommy is so lost without Joel (and Maria).

🫶🏻

[astraves]

Fresh as Your Wound

Bleed on a bench among bright lights and warm colors.

The heart, ran through the hook of a crescent moon, beats deafening still.

The body slumped is draped sweetly in season’s blooms in offering to gods of sun and summer, pose poetic, nigh-ebon flesh framed in a writhing dark that only grants embellishment to dread gloom and bright gloam alike.

You won’t die. 

But you did this to yourself.

Devils sit beside you, crushing the signs of an apparition between needle fangs and lashing tongues. First the food, then the paper, fresh as they’ve gone. Fresh as...

The larger takes the wine and guzzles it, the smaller eats the cork.

Together they grind the glass and bleed from their mouths to send it down to sustain their wretched engines, burning hot like the weeping hearts of all those stars above.

They unveiled as you spoke to your fleeting ghost, haunted in turn by hers. And you sat so, and spoke so. Comfortably, easily, openly.

To an equal, in all the ways equivalence matters. True to self.

You’ve probably been replaced and forgotten ten times over.

You left, after all, and it’s been five long, long years.

Bodies never had to match, you realized. Eyes filled with wonder, and she made you feel like God, and you aspired to live that feeling.

Even then, you could always be real around this one, and she ate you up.

She’s where you got the idea for your house, after all.

You still remember the way to flick your tongue and make her leg twitch.

Maybe she recalls the tricks she did with her own?

You did this to yourself.

Consigned yourself to nightmares to banish hers. Sharp teeth that graze and tug, s m o o t h p a s s e s o v e r t h e l o n g - s t a n d i n g a c h e s a n d f i n a l l y s o m e t h i n g s h e s a y s s h e c o u l d s i n k h e r m o l a r s i n t o

“अमेध्य!”

The imps, eating the broken wine bottle and supping at the drops and tiny pools of wine still resting in the curved shards paused with a start and looked up, wide-eyed and fearful.

That was bad -

Eat, one said. He did say eat.

- And he never told us when to stop, no.

Volseth’s eyes narrowed to white slivers against the gloom beneath his brow and the lowering night in Silvermoon. At his bellowed curse, one of the city guards stopped in her route and gave the man a worried, sidelong glance.

He ignored the guard and looked between his feasting demons, hands raised in frustration. 

“Why in hell did you let me do that!?”

“...do wot?” Zaraat asked.

“Was we ta stop ya?” the other Zaraat asked as glass crunched at its back teeth.

The guard came up then, polite and professional, leaning on her twinblade like a quarterstaff with her shield lowered. “Sir?”

Astraves sighed and ran a hand down his face, fingers threading into his beard as he looked to the stars overhead for guidance, grace, or a timely end.

“I gave something away,” he mused quietly.

Magic enveloped the flagstones around his feet at first, quickly spreading into a grim rune of dancing conflicts - arcane and shadow, fel and fire, hues scintillating in all of their confused winds.

“Are you looking to report a theft-”

She grimaced and clenched her eyes as the power about the ground engulfed him in a flash. He was gone. All that remained were the imps, leering up at her as they fetched stray bits of glass from the ground.

“Gotsta keeps it clean,” the smaller hummed.

“Tidy tidy for the mastuuuuuuuuuuh,” the taller sang back. The guard took a step back from the imps and raised her shield as they began to eat the shards and stare at her. Their fangs weren’t meant for the work, and their mouths pulled wide and bled black into the road, their fel ichor sizzling and discorporating as soon as it met the earth. “By the Sun,” she started, and as soon as she raised her blade, one imp did a backflip and vanished, joined by the other.

This wasn’t about the madak he parted with.

Something with that potency was about all that could patch the gaping hole torn open between his ribs.

[lulupen2023]

My very first BellDom fic 9/23

awww thank you so much for the likes, I'm so happy if someone is enjoying this madness, lol

Summary:

Do you want to meet a Matthew who sees conspiracy everywhere (oh wait, this is not big news!) and is so fond of his trolley that he treat it like a sort of puppy? Do you want to meet a Dominic in love with… himself (and with Matt, too, of course!)? And do you want to meet a Chris who wants to prove to the world he's the most masculine guy ever… but is unavoidably attracted by every… female hobby? This is what you'll find in this story, among lots of BellDom and… craziness!

Summary of the chapter: A sweet moment just for Matt and Dom

IX: Just Like Romeo and Juliet

Lying down the bed of his new hotel room, Matt decides he has rested enough.

There's more than one hour before the sound-check so he's watching TV just to will the time away, but after the fifth fast zapping through all the channels, judging that there's nothing worthy to be seen, not even an episode from the first season of 'Lost' which he has already utterly memorized, the boy turns the TV off, a little bit bored.

He has already set his things in the closets and the drawers of the room, but he kept most of them inside his suitcase, no, well, not his suitcase, it's Dom's one, which the brunette switched with his beloved trolley... and there's no comparison, of course!

He has already chosen the outfit for the gig, nothing too striking anyway.

And he's already called Gaia too, even if those ten minutes seemed to last for ten hours to him.

And he can easily figure out that this is not a good sign at all.

Now there's only one thing left to do, something he has promised to Dominic.

Let's make it clear: he's not playing for time because he doesn't feel like doing that.

Quite the contrary, he just can't wait to run to him and face that pretty delicate topic.

The problem is that he knows he has totally lost control on his actions and maybe, after many other occasions, this time he won't help being tempted to kiss Dominic.

After a very deep analysis of all the pros and cons, proclaiming the crushing victory of the pros, he walks towards his door.

As soon as he opens it, a certain someone knocks three times on his forehead, kind of energetically too.

"Oh, my, I'm so sorry! I was sure it was closed!" Dominic immediately apologizes, concerned.

"Damn you, Dom! You shouldn't have quit your indecision-dance just when there were no closed doors anymore!" the other complains, massaging his forehead.

"Gee, again with this story! Do you plan to remind that to me for long?" the blond rolls his eyes.

"Every single time I please. And I'm still cursing myself for not recording that on my portable camera, now that I think of it..."

"If you're about to remind me of the fake attempt of suicide, well... be sure it will turn into a real one of homicide... and maybe not just an attempt, because even if now we are on fifth floor, trust me, it's enough to make the harsh impact with the ground very unpleasant!" Dom cuts him off, warning him.

However Matthew is anything but scared.

"You look so bloody good when you're menacing!" he smiles to him.

"I always look bloody good!" the other declares proudly and, since he can't find in the corridor anything that can reflect him, he's content to be mirrored in Matthew's blue eyes.

"You know, Dom, the thing I mostly love in you is your astonishing modesty!" Matt makes fun of him, rolling his eyes, amused.

"Let me guess, were you about to walk to my room?" the blond changes subject, deciding he has mirrored himself enough.

"That's right. But you anticipated me. Well, it seems we had the same idea." Matt smiles.

"Uhmm... I'm not so sure it's really the same idea..." Dom comments, enters in the room with Matt and closes the door behind their backs.

"Why?" the brunet wonders, a little bit frightened by his words, his behaviour and mostly his look.

"Because, actually..." the other answers and gets closer to him. "... mine involves this!"

And saying that, he kisses Matt before he can realize that, making him back off until he hits the bed, falling on the mattress with him.

After all, it seems that Matt has nothing to object, as he wraps his arms around the blond's neck pulling him closer and increases the intensity of that long kiss.

Without daring interrupt their kiss, Dominic can't help letting a hand flow through the hair he almost seems to worship.

Neither of them can establish exactly who the first one to break the kiss is, but they part from each other pretty satisfied.

"I really, really like your ideas!" Matt winks at him, as Dom lies on one side of the bed resting one elbow on the mattress and the hand on his temple to give him his total attention.

"Yeah, but it's just like I thought: nothing." the blond states.

"Do you mean that you felt nothing? Nothing at all? That you didn't like it at all? Really?" Matt asks him, very uptight.

"You, silly! How can you think such a thing? I mean that there's nothing to do to prevent how I feel. You know, I thought that the first times were just an occasional thing and that this time I wouldn't like it anymore..." he explains.

"But? Because I'm sure there's a 'but'..." Matthew smiles, quoting on purpose the same sentences Dom had said on the plane and that makes the blond smiles too.

"But I was wrong. I liked it. God, I liked so bloody much! Maybe even more than the other times!" he confesses and then Matt holds his hand in his.

"Same reaction here. And, tell me, maybe you liked it so much that now you would like to do it again, am I right?" Matt asks him rhetorically, tugging the blond closer to him in order to kiss him again.

And the fact that Dom lets him do that, moaning happily, it's the best answer to him.

"Yeah, but... wait..." Dominic protests against his lips and he finally manages to part from him.

"We are supposed to talk. It's not that I'm complaining, of course, but this is not exactly what we are doing now..." he makes him notice.

"You're right. Let's talk, then!" Matthew agrees, sitting on the bed as the other mirrors his actions.

"It's useless to look for excuses. Now it's not happened because I still have to recover from the journey, yesterday it's not almost happened due to the adrenaline of the after-show... and it will not happen again just because we get drunk..." Dom starts explaining.

"You're right. As it's true that it's not happened to bring good luck... and now I'm not so sure anymore if the very first time happened due to the forfeit..." the brunet confirms.

"I think so. It's not due to Chris' weird ideas, to the mistletoe, not even to the poker. I'm sure it would have happened sooner or later. We can't ignore the truth."

"And what is the truth?" Matthew pretends to wonder.

"You know it better than me."

"Right, but I want you to tell me that, anyway." the frontman pouts.

It seems that also his pout is a portentous weapon and Dom can't help pleasing him.

"I like you. You like me. We like each other. Do I have to conjugate the whole verb or you finally got the point?" he smiles.

"Hell yeah, I got it. So, we can say we are best friends who happen to enjoy kissing each other." Matt sums up.

"Who happen to enjoy kissing each other a lot!" Dom corrects him.

"So far..." Matt mutters quietly, but Dom hears him.

"Uh? Does it mean that we won't confine ourselves just to do that?" the blond wonders dumbfounded.

"Who can say that? After all, this stuff between us wasn't supposed to happen... so I guess that a lot of other not-supposed things are going to happen soon. Besides, since we like, we really like kissing each other, I guess that we'll not dislike even doing the... other stuff. And I'm scaring the hell out of me saying that, but the idea doesn't look so horrible to me." Matthew confesses, afraid that he's exaggerated.

"Well, I'm scaring the hell out of me too, because neither do I find that idea so disgusting..." the other admits, with a shy smile that for Matthew means just one thing: relief.

"Anyway, this is not correct. I mean, our girlfriends..." Matt grumbles, getting worried.

"That's right. They utterly ignore all what's happening. We are betraying them." Dom agrees, as worried as well.

"Well, if you consider that Gaia used to say to me 'Swear to me I'll always be the only girl for you' technically I'm not exactly betraying her." Matt points out.

"Well, if you put things in this way, neither I'm exactly betraying my girlfriend, because she also uses to tell me the same thing, but in a kind of different way. Generally her words are 'If I find out you date another girl I swear I'll tear you to shreds!'" Dom confesses.

"Does she really talk like that? I would have never guessed it. I thought that Jessica was such a sweet girl..."

"Appearance can deceive more than you think!" the blond rolls his eyes.

"Oh, my poor Dom, mistreated by his girlfriend!" Matt makes fun of him, cuddling him and ruffling his hair affectionately.

Instead, Dominic stares at him with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" the brunette wonders.

"Did... did you really say 'my Dom' ?" he looks for confirmation, as Matthew thinks about what he has previously said, smiling sweetly.

"Yeah. I've really said 'my Dom'" he admits.

"So... does it make you... my Matt?" the other asks him without even the courage to look into his eyes, but Matt solves the problem, taking his face in his hands and forcing Dom to look at him.

"Only if you want it. And I want you to want it." he murmurs.

"I do!" Dominic declares fiercely, giving him a quick kiss.

"You know, in front of a priest or whomever in place of a priest... well, this is just the kind of sentence that could have very interesting consequences!" Matt jokes.

"Hey, slow down, boy! And let's clear a point: I can't get married without having at least a bit of courtship before!" Dom jokes too, but then he sees the other become serious.

"Anyway, this is not what we were talking about."

"Right. So, what are we gonna do? We must tell them, no doubt about that!" Dom states, parting from him slightly.

"Of course we must. But not now. This is not the kind of news you can give someone by the phone. It would be such a cowardly behaviour and we're anything but coward. We'd better wait until the end of the tour, so we can come back and face them properly, telling them the truth." Matt suggests.

"I agree. This is the right thing to do. It's just that... what will we do as we wait for the tour to end?" Dom wonders.

"We should try to resist and stay far away from each other and... damn, who the hell am I kidding? I already know that it's not going to work!" the brunette admits.

"I think so, too. After all, it's already an example what we were doing just a few minutes ago." Dom comments with a smirk, before getting thoughtful.

"You know... in a certain way I'm sorry for you and Gaia. I mean, you've been together for so long..."

"I know, it's not easy at all. It has been an important love story, a very important one and always will be. Anyway, even before all this stuff between you and me happened, things weren't going so well between us. Ok, it's just a bunch of little things, but gather all of them together and you get a huge one! Plus, what can I say? I've known you for much longer!" Matt explains.

"Anyway, even you and Jessica... I mean, you seemed to build something serious with her..."

"I know, it will be a very important love story to me too, the most important I had so far. By the way, it seems that now I'm going to build something even more serious... with you!" Dom confesses.

"Yeah, but... c'mon, don't you think this is weird? I mean, we have always liked women, always! We hadn't ever had a single doubt about it. And then, out of the blue, in a day like many others, in such an absurd way that any of us would never, ever, ever imagine, not even remotely, that one day we would be... we would do..." Matt grumbles incoherently, as he starts to get an unnatural speed in his speech.

Luckily, Dom interrupts him before he manages to overreach even the speed of light, because, really, he's almost about to do that!

"Damn you, Bells, you can't always analyze everything! Some things must be just accepted; especially the things that make us feel good. And since this one makes us feel more than good, we must just accept it, in the most natural way, without asking ourselves too many questions. Let's just make our rationality take a holiday!" Dominic patiently states.

"Hey, since when did you become so wise?" Matt frowns.

"I'm an endless source of surprises, my dear!" the other smirks.

"So, is this official? Are we together now?" he asks him one second after, staring intently at him.

"It seems so. No matter how crazy it is, it's official!" Matt confirms, smiling at him.

"But are we not going to tell anybody, right?"

"Absolutely nobody. At least for now we'd better not to tell anyone, not even Chris." Matt decides for both of them.

"That's so cool! We'll have a forbidden and secret relationship... just like Romeo and Juliet!" the blond exults, grinning.

"If you think so, I play Romeo, no doubt about that!" the brunet clears up.

"Does it mean that I should play Juliet? No way, forget it! Why can't we both play Romeo? C'mon..." Dom protests, resorting to his unfaultable weapon: his pout.

"As you please..." the others gives in, defenceless.

"Anyway, among all the characters you could have chosen... why those two? You remember how their story ends, don't you?" he adds, pretending to be worried.

"Of course I remember. What's the problem with that? Wouldn't you die for me?" the drummer asks him.

"No bloody way I would! Call me stupid, but you know... I happen to enjoy living!" the singer strikes back resolutely.

"Phew! You're not romantic at all!" Dom snorts, turning his back to him, crossing his arms and acting insulted.

"If you've finished making a scene, * Juliet *, we'd better go now. Chris must be waiting for us in the hall." Matt makes him notice, getting up from the bed with him.

"Hey! We have settled for two Romeos!" Dom snaps irritated, almost yelping.

"I know, but I couldn't resist. You look too outrageously good when you act insulted!" the brunette winks at him.

"I've already told you, I always look good, no matter what I do!" the blond insists.

"Here we go, you're doing it again. Lovely!" Matthew whispers and Dom confines himself just to smile.

"Anyway, you're right, we'd better go now." Dom exclaims, but Matt seems to have other plans.

"There's not such hurry, after all. Chris can wait one or two minutes more..." he murmurs, pulling Dom to himself for another deep kiss.

TBC

[poppy-metal]

Demure

Wc: 4k

Pairing: eren jaeger x reader

Cw: car sex, fingering, emphasis on reader being innocent and a virgin. reader is armins little sister. corruption kink

you're 6 years old when you first meet eren jaeger. apparently he'd run off some people that were bullying you big brother, armin. you admire him and mikasa immediately.

you're 8 and he's 11 when you get a scrape on your knee from playing tag. eren runs into your mothers bathroom to fish out the first aid-kit, you know he just doesn't want you to tattle, you never would anyway, but he pulls out a pink band-aid with little ariels all over it and places it gently over the cut. he stays there for a few beats, soothing the skin around the hurt area with his thumbs. his big bright green eyes look up at you, "better?" and that's the first time your heart skips for a boy.

you're 11 and he's 14 when armin starts becoming protective. "he's had like. 5 girlfriends in middle school, who knows what he's gonna be like in high-school"

it intrigue you, for some reason.

you're 13 and he's 16 when he taps furiously on your window at night, wild eyed and wearing a t-shirt and sweats. he falls ungracefully on his ass when you let him in, though he grins at you from the floor. "thanks, squirt"

you wince at the nickname, knowing it solidifies you as someone only platonic to him. armins little sister and nothing more. "what's this all about?"

he gets up and swipes imaginary dust off his sweats, looking around your room. its absurdly girly. he picks up one of your plushies and tosses it up, then catches it, peering over at you and grinning. "i hope you never change," he sighs and flops down onto your pink sheets. "girls my age are fucking psychos"

you creep closer to him, snatching your plush back. "im sure there's something you're leaving out there. im not completely dumb, you know"

he waves his hand, "yeah but you're....i don't know? innocent or whatever. you don't care about shit like boys and drama"

i do care about boys, you think, watching the way his shirt rides up to expose a hint of tan skin. you look away, squeezing your plush to your chest. "im gonna grow up eventually, ren"

he sighs and sits up, looking at you from under his ridiculously cute floppy brown hair. "Just promise me you won't go boy crazy"

you roll your eyes and sit down next to him, he leans in and licks a broad stripe against your cheek with his tongue, grinning "we have cooties"

you swat at him and wipe your cheek, groaning and calling him gross. "i know that. you and armin never let me forget how gross boys are", you side eye him. "what did you even do? really?"

he looks to the side, only now having it in him to look the least bit sheepish, "my girlfriend may have caught me with my hand down historias skirt..."

"EREN JAEGER!!!"

yeah, boys really are gross. but not eren, no he's beautiful and magical and makes you feel all the fluttery things. but he's also a player, a bad boy, dangerous and completely off limits. maybe your crush should have ended there, but of course it didn't.

You're 15 when you go on your first date with a boy. until now you haven’t allowed yourself to even think about men outside of the enigma that is eren jaeger, but that’s a lost cause, a stupid crush you need to let go of. and despite what eren thinks, you’re not that innocent. not in your head anyway. you’re a girl and you have fantasies. 

the guy is nice, armin likes him enough. big and tall and humble, reiner brought you flowers for your first date. the age difference is a little weird, he’s in erens grade, a senior, but you think its harmless. you’re turning 16 soon. the date goes well, you smile and giggle alot, and reiner seems smitten by the end of it. he even goes as far as to kiss your hand when he drops you back off at home, at 8pm sharp, just like he promised. he was kind and sweet, and you liked him, but you wonder what it means that there were no flutters in your belly, not like when you’re around him…

you’re still thinking about that when you open the door, and walk inside. the house is quiet, and you wonder where armin is, and eren. thinking they both must be in armins room, you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopping on your path there when you see eren on the couch. he’s lounging back, hand idly wrapped around a gaming controller as he watches you.

you glance around him. “where’s mimmin?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off you. “annie called”, he leans forward a little, propping his chin in his palm as he observes you quietly for a moment.

you squirm in place, his eyes are too hot. “oh” and you make to start moving again but his voice stops you. 

“so. braun, huh?” his tone is hard to discern, the words coming out cool and detached, but his eyes are that intense green. 

“yeah” you say, shifting on your feet. “he was nice. kissed my hand and everything”

“sounds like a dream” and that is definitely said sarcastically. you bristle but eren is already turning away from you, facing the TV. “didn’t think he was your type though” 

because erens been your type since forever, you guess he’s right. reiner couldn’t be more different in both personality and looks, but maybe that’s a good thing. “maybe he can be” you say softly, looking at your feet. you dont see erens eyebrows jump, or his lips twist disdainfully. 

“If you wanna settle for missionary the rest of your life, then sure, go ahead” he sounds a little miffed and that confuses you. makes you look up. you don’t even know reiner that well, but you feel the need to defend him from erens usual snarky jabs. 

“not every guy that doesn’t live on Xbox and fuck half the school is a bland guy” you huff. you feel a little guilty for calling him out but he started it. eren hated preps, that was obvious, but its not like he was a model person either, if his long track record of promiscuity was anything to go by. reiner wasnt boring he just…..wasn’t eren. but that wasn’t a flaw. It shouldn’t be. 

“you been keeping tabs on me, princess?” eren asks wryly, smirking now. you just glare at him, quirking a brow and daring him to prove you wrong, to say he’s better. 

he doesn’t. he just looks at you, sets his controller down and does that tick he’d developed since he was young of jiggling his knee, tapping his finger on it. “don’t go on more dates with him” 

you squint your eyes, “and why not?”

“because i said so” 

“you’re not my boss” 

“because..” he scratches the stubble on his jaw, gaze looking far off as he stares at his bouncing leg. “guys shouldn't touch you” 

your mouth pops open. you get that, right now, you’re too young for stuff like sex, but being touched? everyone your age had boyfriends, why should you be any different?

It feels a bit like deja vu when you tell him, “m’not staying innocent forever. dating and s-sex are apart of life. you do it, why shouldn’t i?” 

you didn’t really get his whole overprotective bit, armin, who was your brother, wasn’t even this bad. he’d seen happy almost, when you told him about your date with reiner, even, so you really don’t see where eren is coming from. 

erens lip curls in a smirk and he points a finger at you. “that’s why” he says. “you can’t even say the word sex without stuttering. what’ll you do when you see a cock for the first time?” 

your skin heats, hating that he’s right. “I’ll grow out of it” you promise him. 

he huffs a laugh. “sure thing, dork” but then his face gets serious. “you don’t need to change though. sex is lame, i promise.” 

“you seem to have alot of it, so there must be something good about it” 

“for me, yeah” he grins. “but im selfish. most men are, and you deserve better than some highschool tumble with a guy who looks like he can’t find the clit to save his life” his eyes weigh you down. “just keep bein’ you. If i come back from college and hear that you’re the towns tramp stamp, m’ not gonna be happy” 

and that’s that. 

you’re 16 when eren leaves for college. you get to 18 without ever being touched. 

you’re 18 and you wish you hadn’t begged armin to let you come to this stupid bomfire party. it’s just the first time he’s been home in the 2 years since he’d left for college, and you know that means eren is back too, though you have yet to see him. he’s supposed to be at the party though.

you wonder if he’ll react to having seen you after not for awhile, if he’ll look at you different now that you’re grown. you’re wearing a simple pleated white skirt and a pink top, the picture of innocence you’ve always been, never changing. 

being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, you want to cling to armins side, but you don’t want to be annoying so you tell him its okay to leave you. your eyes scan the mass of people on the crowded beach as you nervously hold your solo cup to your chest. 

your eyes stop their nervous skittering when they land on someone familiar. 

college eren is completely different and yet wholly the same since you’d last seen him. he’s wearing a red bomber jacket, over a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, scuffed converse kicking in the sand as he shifts from one foot to the other. you peep tan skin, a hint of a tattoo peeking on his neck and….and black hair. he’d dyed his hair, and, is that jewelry on his ear? rings on his hand?

he’s smiling easily with a pretty blonde and...and reiner. talking to them like old friends as he tilts his head back and laughs, taking a swig from his cup. he’s still chuckling and shaking his head when his eyes flick distractedly over, rove over you and then stop. even from all the way where you are the green of his eyes pins you in place. the warm glow of the bonfire dances across his features, and you see the bastard has a lip ring as well. he takes his time cataloging you and you do him, before his lips tilt, he hands off his drink and he makes his way over to you. 

your whole body is tense with nerves as he gets closer and closer.

when he’s standing in front of you, the smell of his cologne wafts over you. his smile is small and genuine. “hey, pip” 

pip as in short for pipsqueak. you have to fight the urge to grin at him, your cheeks warming pleasantly, even though you groan out loud. “m’ not little anymore” 

“I can see that” eren eyes rake over you, linger on your bare legs before dragging slowly back up. his eyes feel like a caress and when they meet yours again, you’re already tingly. you’ve never been touched sexually, and just one look from eren has you wet between the legs like nothing. “still dress like you wanna be an extra in a Bratz commercial” 

the tension disputes as you swat his arm. “shut up!! Its a fashion choice, not like you’d know. dressed like a wannabe rockstar” 

“aw, c’mon. you’d be my groupie right?” 

you roll your eyes. “you wish, jaeger”

“mm” he hums softly. “s’cute though. always has been” 

before you can even register the compliment, he’s leaning forward to peek into your cup, swiping it easily from you. “underage drinking, are we? left you for a couple years and you go rebel barbie on me” 

you squawk as he chugs all of your drink back in one gulp, crushing the cup in his fist and tossing it behind him. “ren! I wasn’t even drinking it. It was..” you wave your hand around. “for the aesthetic”

“uh huh” he drones, but then he jerks his chin. “i’ll get you another one to stand around and look pretty with then. C’mon”

cute, pretty. the compliments are gonna make your heart fly out of your chest if he doesn’t let up. you follow him as he leads you to a keg, one that’s a little ways away from the bustle of the party, close to the parking lot where you came in. 

you shyly say ‘thank you’ when he fills you a cup and hands it to you, proceeding to lean back against a car as he goes back to observing you.

to distract yourself you mumble, “you can’t just lean on a strangers car for the sake of being cool” 

the grin is back. “you think im cool?” when you glare at him he rolls his eyes and slaps the hood of the car. “she’s mine, pip. you can untwist your panties” 

you blink at him, “since when did you get a new car? and when did you dye your hair?” 

he looks at you curiously, drumming his fingers. “do you not, like. follow me on instagram?”

you look away, kicking your feet in the sand. hesitantly you admit, “didn’t wanna miss you, so i didn’t look” 

he doesn’t say anything to that. the silence stretches between you, making you nervous. should you not have said that? you guessed it was weird, after all, but it was true. If you’d looked at how erens life was progressing without you there to see it, you’d have cried and been a total lovesick girl about it. 

he finally breaks the silence. “do you have a boyfriend?” 

you look back at him. “uh...no? do you?”

the smirk you wanted ghosts over his lips again, and your eyes are drawn to his lip ring when he tugs it between his teeth. “nah, you know me. unattainable” 

“yeah, i know” you say under your breath, thinking of how eren jaeger had been an unattainable fantasy for you for years. 

“so no current boyfriend or…?” 

“no boyfriends...ever” its embarrassing to admit, but less humiliating than admitting that the reason that was is because you’re in love with your brothers best friend, the very man standing before you now. 

“that’s kinda tragic, pip” eren hops up on the hood of his car and fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. he waves a hand at you, “you’re rockin’ a bod like that and no one’s bagged you? thought you’d be beating down options with a bat by now” 

you watch the smoke that plumes in the air, the way it coils and wisps, and really look at eren. he’s tragically beautiful. his no black hair is boyishly messy, tangled around his head in a dark halo. his face is sharp and tan, his eyes striking and making you feel like you’re sinking into the sand beneath your feet.

you’ve wanted him for so long, it makes you ache. years and years of pushing away men and declining confessions for this man in front of you. you’d never expected anything from him, but you couldn’t move past the fantasy in your head. couldn’t imagine giving any of your firsts to anyone but eren. 

“you told me to stay innocent” its out before you can stop the words, they just fumble out, spilling from your lips and into the air like the smoke.

eren stills, pauses from where he’d been about to take another drag. his expression is unreadable. he flicks the ashes from the cig on the sand, stumps it out under his foot as he hops down. the wind ruffles his dark hair as he just looks and looks and looks at you. 

“yeah?” and oh, jesus, if the rough gravel in his voice doesn’t make your cunt warm immediately. “and you listened?” 

you squeeze your thighs together, an action that draws erens gaze between your legs. to late to back down now, you think, and wet your lips. “y-yeah. I did” 

“you didn’t let any boys touch you while i was gone?” eren continues and he draws closer, creeping towards you.

you shake your head, silent as he comes in front of you. he reaches up to delicately push a strand of hair behind you ear with one of his ring fingers. he keeps it tucked behind your ear as he towers over you, staring you down. “you’re still my innocent little girl, huh?” 

you wonder if this is how it feels to be seduced, seduced by eren jaeger no less. his eyes are warm, and they make you feel warm from where the rest on your eyes, and then, your lips. they part under his gaze, on instinct. “I am, ren. always have been” 

his eyes darken, and the finger behind your ear becomes his whole hand sliding to cup the back of your head, slowly fisitng your hair in it. “shit” he tilts your head up. “you can’t say things like that, baby”

baby, baby, baby. your head swims. you’re on autopilot now, speaking without thinking and you think that’s good because if you were thinking clearly you wouldn't have the courage. “i’ve always been your good girl. no one elses” 

you have one second to hear his exhale before his lips are crashing against yours, and oh. oh, he’s good. you feel the metal of his lip ring against your bottom lip as he slides his tongue in your mouth, eating you up.

“god, you’re sweet” he nips your lip. “knew you would be”

you pant into his mouth, your hands curling on his chest, “y-you’ve thought about me?”

“‘course i did, im not blind” he pulls away. “I just really like my dick and didn’t want it chopped off. armin is scary” 

you know he can be when he wants to be, knows if he saw eren ravishing his little sister against his car right now, body parts would be strewn about. and that’s just from armins verbal warfare.

you look at eren demurely from under your lashes, “i don’t want anything to happen to your…” you trail off at the end.

erens eyebrows climb up his forehead, he presses close to you, tugs you to him. “my…” he prods, eyes glinting with mischief. 

you look away, pouting. “know i can’t say it” you mumble, hating that even now, saying vulgar words is embarrassing for you.

erens chest shakes with a laugh. “you just sucked my tongue down your throat, pip, and you can’t talk about my cock? you’re precious, c’mere.” he starts walking backwards, towards his car. “we gotta be sneaky about it but-” he dips down to kiss you again, once, twice. “i really wanna touch you” 

you gulp, and nod, let him pull you to his car and open the backseat for you, climbing in after you. he shuts and locks it behind him and then he’s facing you, eren jaeger giving you his full attention. looking at you like he wants you, like he’s seeing you, like he wants to do alot of bad things to you.

you place a shaking hand on his shoulder. “im- i dont know what to do..”

you want to impress him, but pretending you’re good at something you’re not won’t do that. eren doesn’t like liars anyway. 

he scoots close to you, pulling you halfway onto his lap until you’re sitting comfortably against him. you bite your lip when you feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your ass under your skirt. one of his hands settles on your bare thigh, scooting it up just barely.

“you ever watch porn, sweetheart?” erens breath puffs against your ear and you squirm on top of him. 

you push down your own embarrassment, resigning yourself to be a big girl and be honest. “s-sometimes” 

“yeah?” god, why does just that word turn you on so much? “tell me what kind of stuff you watch when you touch your little pussy” 

his vulgar words go straight to your cunt, at the same time his hand slides up your thighs and slips under your skirt. you close your eyes when you feel the tip of his finger trace over the band of your panties. “they’re always a couple..” you gasp when his hand dips inside, palm cupping over your pussy. “a-and the guy has dark hair..”

“Imagining anyone in particular?” eren teases, but you hear his breath catch at the same time yours does when he sinks one long finger inside. the folds around your slit part seamlessly around the intrusion, sucking his finger in like your pussy wants it there. “so wet, baby. keep talking for me?”

ever the good girl, you push through the tingles and the heat spreading down your legs, the slick sound of his finger fucking in and out of you filling the silent car as you struggle to find words. “s-shes always inexperienced. Its her first time and...and hes gentle” you moan a little when erens thumb comes to swirl around your clit, hips lips finding your neck. he’s teasing another finger at your tight entrance when you swallow another groan and try to keep talking like he’d asked. “he’s gentle but he takes. t-takes what he wants”

“mm” eren hums, tongue sliding against your skin. you gasp when the tip of his ring finger edges in beside the other one, stretching your tight passage around his digits in thorough little twists of his fingers. “that’s real good, baby. you like the sound of that, huh?” 

eren hooks his chin over your shoulder, bunches your skirt around your waist so he can see where your little pussy is clenching and squeezing around him, clit engorged and throbbing for attention. when you don’t answer, he continues, using the slick dripping down your slit, gathering it and then pushing back into you. “I bet” he says, low, husky. “In those videos, he eats her out real nice, yeah? makes sure her little virgin cunt is wet enough to take his cock”

“y-yeah” you pant, holding his wrist but not pulling it away, pushing him more towards you. you’re starting to grind down against the pleasure, walls rhythmically fluttering around his fingers, fucking yourself on them without even knowing it. he curls them, and your head thumps back against his shoulder as you cry out. 

“i’ll give that to you” eren promises, pumping his fingers faster, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits over your blouse, giving it a squeeze. “gonna take you home after you cream around my fingers and lay you out on your bed” he kisses your cheek, holding you firm against him when you start to twitch and writhe. “lick this little flower open. wanna feel your thighs squeeze my face when i drink the cum from your pussy, get you all loose and wet and then i wanna feel you drip down my dick when i slide it inside”

“oh god, ren!” you jerk in his hold as you feel your orgasm crest over you, gushing down his palm, as you ride his hand, milking it as tingles shoot across your whole body. A milky, creamy film rests around his knuckles when he slides his fingers out of your weeping cunt, still pulsating and twitching from the come down. 

he rubs the excess slick around your folds and clit, rubbing it in. you whimper and he chuckles and kisses your cheek. 

you sag against him, fucked out. eren brushes some hair from your forehead and kisses it. “wannabe punk pounds sweet virgin pussy into her bed” 

you look at him, confused and dazed “huh?”

eren grins at you. “s’ gonna be the name of our porno” 

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

eternally, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: A creature in love with his creator, the void deity that will eventually consume all life essence.

warnings: rated M (18+) – character death and undeath; light descriptions of gore; mentions and interpretation of death (perhaps skip if you have death anxiety); supernatural; drinking blood; gothic romance? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯; smut (fem reader, fingering, m-receiving oral, unprotected vamp/god sex); non-idol!AU - vampire?Jungkook x void/death deity!reader

honestly I completely understand if you don't read this because quite frankly you're about to realize the inner workings of my mind are absolute WACK

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“Are you afraid of death?”

 You thought about it. “No.”

“Are you sure?”

You stared into those eyes, dark orbs made darker in this low light, and thought about it again.

“I’m sure.”

His knuckle caressed your cheek, hardness to softness, creating a strange pressure of bone to bone, jaw to finger joint, and you tilted your head to relieve the feeling, but he silently refused, pressing harder. You let it be, watching his eyes trace the shape of your lips.

“Why not? Aren’t you missing out on so many things? Won’t you be the cause of sadness for those that care about you?” he asked softly, silvery sweet with a hint of smoke, a gritty heaviness that was unsettling if someone else was listening but, to you, what was unsettling was comforting.

Natural.

“You miss out on many things when you’re alive,” you said, and he breathed in your words, his lips parting and inhaling, creating a sudden cold from his action. “And I’m the cause of many emotions, as well as trouble.”

You saw him grin from your periphery, a chasm of white in the darkness.

“Your humor is so sexy.”

You reached up. There was a thin cording holding the two sides of his frilled white shirt together. It was simply there for decoration. He could probably easily pull it over his head, but you hooked a finger at the top, slowly unlacing it.

“Don’t do that,” he hissed with an edge of annoyance.

“I like to make you wait.”

“You always make me wait.”

There was a childishness to his words that didn’t quite fit his face. Sharp eyes shifted to yours, lifting his chin, angles and curves, and then a flash of a small dot just under his lips. Innocent little mole that hid in the shadow of his lower lip, and now those lips parted as you pulled the white cord away, exposing his chest, skin pale now and, if you were close enough, littered with creeping dark veins under the transparency.

Missing.

He was missing something.

You leaned in and he inhaled sharply, backing up.

You breathed onto his skin.

“It doesn’t have to be me.”

The growl from his throat shivered and shook, like a dying leaf.

“It has to be you.”

You placed your hot tongue on the pocket between his collarbones and left a warm, dripping stripe of possessive spit down his exposed chest. Hot to cold, texture to smooth. Underneath the pulse of your wandering tongue there was only a whisper of thunder, slow and agonizing, the warning sign of the timeless on the edge of time.

“Tell me who you are,” he shuddered, closing his eyes at the feeling of your tongue.

You chuckled. He liked the little speech. You wondered why. Maybe it made him feel alive, listening to it. Maybe it made him feel smaller in this vast universe, knowing there was something grander. There was comfort in that. Maybe he just liked to know there was forever, because there was a time that forever was unreachable, but now it wasn’t.

He had you now.

You drew back, hot exhale falling from your mouth.

He leaned forward. His eyes half-open, drunk and attentive. All around you and him was darkness, but in his eyes was light, burning, burning bright.

“I am the black tongue, the God without a name,” you murmured, softly at first, and then stronger as he neared, his lips forming your words so that he was mirroring them as you spoke them. “The nothingness breathes, the hollow seeks, the abyss is me. I come for all and all to none. To dance the line is to live at the whim of the void, and you, Jeon Jungkook…”

He leaned in, lips to lips, breathless with the endless hunger.

“I am the whim of the void.”

Heat to cold and he took your breath away.

-

You stood at the side of the road, amongst the flowers.

Admired the photo.

He was heavenly and he had asked to be trapped in hell.

You came for all and all were to become none. That was the deal. You never said it was a fair deal. It was just the deal and you weren’t meant to change it. Not because there was something to report to, but more because the nothingness was meant to welcome all. Eventually. Occasionally, though, you crouched over a body and eyes found yours, beautiful dark brown eyes surrounded in blood, matted black hair haloed onto dirty asphalt.

Some would beg.

Some would cry.

Some would run.

You tilted your head, looking down at him.

You reached down and there was a fire within, passion undying, and he stared at you, large eyes knowing this was the end, surrounded by scraps of metal and a mangled tire that matched his mangled body. Once a source of pride and now the motorcycle was nothing more than mashed junk. The moment must have been a bit strange for him. You weren’t sure what he expected, but probably not a woman with spindly and lithe movement swaying towards him, covered in tendrils of dark clouds, draped in blackness that seemed to contain endless space that constantly swallowed the stars.

Everything collapsed within.

All to none.

Until the end, he breathed with every ounce of strength he had. Like he was gripping onto every second, every last fragment of shock that become pain that bled into euphoria because this was the end, there was nothing else, his organs were collapsing as his blood leaked out and sunk into the cracks of the road. This mountain road was empty. He was alone. No one knew he was here. No one was coming. You reached down, grasped his life essence. He continued breathing even when gazing into futility.

It seemed a waste to swallow this star, for now.

You twisted your hand and he woke up.

He became the endless hunger.

-

The ancient ones called you an old god. The modern ones forgot you existed and created new gods, gods to explain. To define the nothingness and the hollow thereafter. Either way, it did not counteract or change your existence. You suspected you could die, as all things could die, but you couldn’t really fathom how. Perhaps when all things were consumed and there was no more to make none, then you would cease to exist.

Until then, you toyed with the fabrication of death.

In all fairness, the various ideas of death the modern ones argued over may or may not have been your fault. Eternity was boring, after all, if you did the same thing until the end of time. Sometimes you snuffed the fires of life out immediately. Sometimes you let a piece linger, a shell of its former self, a spectral fragment you let wander until you felt like collecting. Sometimes you clawed and tortured it, twisting the essence into a new creature, a different one, and released it, a half-life crawling among the worlds until it could take no more and begged for collection. Sometimes you reformed it, mashed it with something else and let it rekindle to burn again.

In every shadow.

In every reflection.

In everyone, you waited.

All to none, by your hand.

But this one burned and burned, and you tilted your head, watching him die and seeing his life essence burn. You couldn’t remember if he could have been an idle creation of yours or a planned composition ages ago or some other entropy within you, so you decided to observe him longer as the endless hunger.

When he woke up, he reached out to touch your hand.

The physical form was only there if it was believed. With the modern ones, they had no recollection of the old gods or the void. But he burned, the undying passion, and he believed. In what, you were unsure of. Maybe he imagined this form for you when you arrived to him. You weren’t completely sure if you had a true form. There was no starting point except the sudden snap into being but you had no recollection of that because there had been no need to recollect. You could only pinpoint a few stages of eternity. There was no concept of time for you; there was no meaning in it.

You were only aware of time passing as beings slowly but surely forgot you existed in this expanding universe.

“Who are you?”

His voice was a whisper, a shudder, a dying leaf.

You told him then.

He seemed confused. You saw he maintained some memory of who he previously was. Sometimes that happened. There was no certain intention when you acted on a whim. You weren’t seeking a particular outcome this time except the instillation of amplifying his passion into something grander. The various effects usually depended on the quality of the essence.

He held your hand and used his other hand to graze his clothes still caked in blood and torn tissue. His own. He pushed his own fresh remains around. Still wet, liquid red pooling at his fingertips, and he brought it to his lips.

Jungkook tasted his blood.

Hunger.

It was palpable, stemming from his very being.

“Am I dead?” he asked you, brown eyes rising, and there was fear, despair, sadness.

You tilted your head.

“What is death?” you asked him in return, clad in layers and layers of endlessness that leaked into every crack of the universe to collect the all that would become none. “Is it when the thoughts cease? When the heart no longer beats? When there is nothing to believe in?”

He looked down at your hand. It was a normal human hand, by his standards.

“You’re warm.”

Jungkook raised his eyes after his observation. Clothes torn, covered in blood, craving blood.

“You’re Death, aren’t you?” he asked.

You corrected him. “I am what lies at the end of eternity.”

He nodded.

“Are you lonely?”

You stared into the undying passion.

“I am alone.”

You were not holding his hand, but he was still holding yours. You turned your fingers, interlocked them with his. His fingers were cold, but you were the heat, the heart of the void. You stared at him; his essence becoming your art. You seemed to remember now.

The hunger to feel everything before it becomes nothing.

You leaned in and breathed into Jungkook’s mouth, letting him moan into your lips.

It was the possibility of erasure that made art precious.

-

Of course, in the layers of the void, there was blood.

There was always blood.

Jungkook pierced his teeth into your wrist and the blood poured in. Warm, red, a different kind of blood than the mortals that surrounded him. Rich, celestial, and divine, the beginning of his eternity and the end of all things, pouring and pouring into his throat, coating his lips and sliding over his chin. He drank greedily, latching on. Dark, viscous, and with the hint of collapsing stars, brimming with so much life that it threatened to pull him down into your arms.

He collapsed, panting, red blood pooling down his chest in rivets of heat that burned his cold skin.

You ran the fingers of your other hand through his black hair, damp with sweat, chuckling.

“You take too much, as always.”

His tongue was on your forearm, lapping weakly, clutching your limb with astonishing strength. Color flared into his skin, tan and lustrous, supple with life that you wondered if he could contain. He looked up at you as you chided him, and there was defiance and desire, running his tongue over the blood, smearing his chest onto yours.

The layers of the void opened, hot skin to skin, separated by the thinnest film of blood.

You wondered the shape of your corporeal form was because he believed, because he wanted, because he was the essence of undying passion.

He went back to your wrist, but it was sealed now, closed by the stitches of infinity.

“No… please…”

You ran your fingers through his hair, nails over his scalp.

“Shhh. Enough for now.”

Art required a certain restriction, after all. You had to know when to stop.

His lips trailed your arm, up and up, scalding tongue scavenging what was left, shaking breath and frustrated at the denial, pointed teeth at your throat. An evolution of his original form, possibly an effect of your blood swarming through his mortal body. He still retained his original face though, his sense of self that he wanted to see.

His breath was hot now, teeming with life.

His fingers curled into your hair, the strands slipping through his knuckles so he gripped tighter, harder, lines burning through your being like white lightning in a black clouded sky. Higher, eye to eye, and then his lips touched yours. Metallic, exquisite, hungry. You gazed at him through lashes and he gazed back as your own blood seeped onto your tongue.

Those infinite astral workings, painted onto your tastebuds by Jeon Jungkook.

He was becoming your creation, your greatest work, and you didn’t even know you could have one to desire above all others.

Your fingers curled around his belt and you pulled it apart.

You tilted your head and caught his tongue, running your teeth across it, feeling and hearing his moan at the same time. He could feel a little of what you felt now. Every tendril of shadow, every shuddering last breath, essences melting into nothingness, into you, into him, blood between tongues and heat that knew no end, eternity between your bodies.

You could taste his greed for life and you fed it, gifting him with the endless hunger. You thought he would cave, surely. Most did, knowing they were monsters and that knowledge became insanity. Some embraced it and abused it to the edge of infinity, but at the edge of infinity was always you and you extinguished them without much thought. They didn’t… feel.

There was no…

Passion.

He ran his lips down your chest, grabbing your sides. Flesh and blood and bone under his fingertips, and skin at his tongue that turned him electric. There was no connection like this, not for him. The humans he tasted were a mere shadow of death and they did not compare to the taste of what created him. You could see it in his hunger, in the viscosity of his saliva mixed with blood, in the way his eyes rolled back with his lips around your nipple, his other hand on your breast, a mix of soft and hard, tension rising all over his body above yours.

A dreamlike nightmare, the undying passion and the void that consumed all.

You had seen the humans he feasted on. You came for all and all to none. His path to destruction could be argued as necessity, but you knew better. A vampire was a myth born from humanity. Jungkook wasn’t that. He was the whim of the void. He could stand in the sun and seduce the flowers. Because fragments of you rooted him to life, he could bend the essence of others onto his will with his mere suggestion. And death?

Why, that was how you met and continued to meet.

Stabbed, shot, run over. Hunted, trampled, torn apart. He could be gutted and you could reseal him with stardust, pristine and beautiful, back onto his own two feet like absolutely nothing happened. He lived many different lives, falling into different roles and exploring the curiosities held within the world, but they were not enough.

The endless hunger craved the end, and the end was you.

Perhaps he knew you could extinguish him at any time, but perhaps he also found a twisted pleasure in you extending his time. He was feasting less and less on humanity. More and more, he walked the edge of infinity, let himself starve in this grand mansion he somehow obtained, a silent shadow waiting to join the abyss.

And you would come, and he would live again.

You almost asked him each time if he wanted to beg for the nothingness, but then you would look into his eyes and they burned, burned bright despite his cold skin and paper-thin voice, just like the first time he died, and so you granted him the blood of the void each time.

You raked your nails down his back and watched his body entangle with pain.

Maybe you could call him your primary worshipper now. Not that you had any others, not since the ancient ones. You had walked among them then and they had clung to you, life embracing the void, but now you walked among the beings of the universe and no one knew you were there.

A shadow.

A blink.

Nothing.

Muscle and tension and tightness under your fingernails. His mouth on your chest, his fingers slipping and creeping down, slipping into slick heat as his tongue brushed across your skin, sharp teeth grazing, threatening to break what he could not. He bit down across the curve of your breast and plunged two fingers into the fire, but soon lost his strength in his jaws, melting into the heavy scent and the sensation around his fingers. Tight, wet, pulsating, constricting all around. He shuddered, pushing in and out just to feel it over and over, the pads of his fingers curving in, deeper, a squelch joining his moan.

His tongue pressed to your nipple, drowning in the sensations.

It must be addictive, because he was not just feeling a body, but all it was connected to, amplifying the undying passion within him, clutching his essence, slicing into his very being and pouring into the cracks, hunger and blood and satiation that seemed unbound and infinite.

Faster and harder, intensifying the pace, not enough, never enough, staring into your eyes with your blood smeared on his lips. Only capable of doing and feeling, for it was so much and he wanted more.

He was the embodiment of endless hunger.

“I love you,” Jungkook breathed, heavy and weighted and the words collapsing from his mouth like he couldn’t hold them in.

You lifted your hips to follow his hand, deepening the stroke, and he was driven by your response, seizing a fistful of sheets and roughly pushing his fingers into the inescapable heat, pleasure so great it threatened to devour him.

“That is your greatest honor, isn’t it, Jungkook?” you whispered to him, spindly and lithe, as if the words were painted in the sky, hovering in darkness that only those who searched for could see.

He nodded, red lips trembling, accented with a silver ring and the small dot that peeked out from the shadow of his lower lip, quivering in anticipation.

You smiled.

“Then, I love you.”

You saw him smile, your blood clinging to his lips.

You seemed to remember the great gratification that was acting on a whim when you were with him.

You reached up and pushed his hair back, letting it all waterfall through you as you stared at his face, angles and glazed eyes, metal at his brow and lip, no more paleness, your own blood in his vessels washing him with color and life.

His lips opened and he groaned, feeling your muscles ripple and squeeze him, covering his palm with sticky, heady sweetness. Pressing his fingers into you, feeling every throb through his fingertips, heated by the cosmos, and he lifted his hand, fingers drenched in a glossy, sticky shine, and ran his tongue over them, devouring it like it was your blood.

You watched him drinking your taste off his body, your fingers in his hair.

Once again, your form is what he believed in. What he desired, wanted, craved. He was more than human now, but once upon a time he was merely a human and humans sought meaning in the nothingness. It was now clear what meaning he had chosen to follow. Now he believed in nothing, so he gave nothing the meaning he has associated with living.

Love.

With his wet hand, he covered yours, shuddering as he pressed your palm to his cheek.

“You’re… warm…” he gasped out, shivering in the grasp of the abyss.

Your thumb rubbed against his cheekbone, caressing him.

You opened your mouth.

Your tongue slid out, wet and writhing, in between full lips and exposing the endless chasm that was your throat, and Jungkook was the star dragged into that black hole, letting go of your hand and crawling onto the sheets. Large, dark brown eyes glued to your face, clumsy and collapsing, barely out of his pants and throwing his head back as he slid his hard cock down your throat.

He was the undying passion driven by an endless hunger.

You let him hit as deep as he could, the head buried into the depths of your throat, and your tongue encircled him, around his balls and the base, drawing patterns and shapes in swipes of saliva. His knees slid apart, but he locked them, drowning in the sensation and pleasure that was your dancing tongue and your throat wrapped around him, tight and pulsing. The wet walls could close in, then release ever so slightly, hovering to remind him they could close in again, and then they did, over and over, tongue and throat and his face to the ceiling, to the sky, to the void of space and the area you dominated.

His hands seized your head and you pressed your head back into the mattress.

Slow and tight and all over.

He could feel it, but mostly he could feel himself. Satisfaction and hunger. Fullness, then denying himself that fullness. In and out, so wet it was loud, sloppy sucking sounds from his erratic movements, shadows casting over his body as he hunched over, muscles tense and taut and hot breath wafting down, furious pace complimented by your tongue following the line underneath, manipulating the sensations. Pressure and saliva and slickness, keeping his nerves on the brink of breaking, the strain evident in his hips and core, almost too much, almost, gasping, panting, flicking sweat onto the sheets.

His head snapping back, his moan so sudden that it was a crack into the humid silence.

“Oh, fuck!”

He poured down your throat, thick, strong, heady, the taste spreading out of your throat and splashing onto your tongue. You swallowed around him, consuming it, and he whined uncontrollably, hard and tense body twitching from the suffocating sensitivity.

Your wicked wet tongue circled him, toying with his balls.

You felt his desire.

He wanted to taste you like that, with your mouth full of him and his mouth lingering with your blood.

This was eternity, molded by your hands.

You held his head to yours and curled your tongue in the cavity of his mouth, eating up his cries, wrapping your legs around his hips. He reached between you and him, and then he was intertwined in the abyss, into unbearable heat and pressurized slickness, swallowed by sensations, your teeth clutching his tongue, your nails down his back, your hips rocking into his, messy with no real rhythm, but soon it all fell into place, the stars aligning to your grand design.

Your nails crawled up his neck and onto his scalp, cascading pins and needles of pain as he panted against your lips, driving his hips down and gasping as yours smacked into his, repeated collision of wet, hard, tight.

You framed his head with your fingertips.

Jungkook looked down at you, eyes burning bright, carnal, driven to pursue the end to his hunger you did not give. On the edge of infinity, throwing himself over and over and each time you pulled the strings of your puppet, dancing him back to life, the very essence of undying passion drawing pleasure from this cycle.

Jungkook tilted his head, his tongue sliding out.

He exhaled.

Hot and heavy and teeming with life.

You felt it wash over you, his breath powered by your blood.

He grinned, and, like a reflection, you grinned back.

You sunk your nails into his head and he rammed his hips into you, radiating power, heat, and the elegance of uncontrollable thirst, his mouth opening, sharp white teeth and the chasm of darkness within his gurgling throat, trying to make a sound but failing because it was too much, too much, your walls closing in, your thighs squeezing his sides, your mouth opening and your tongue lolling out, seen but untouched, and he whimpered, wanting to come down but your hands refused, pinning him to your grip.

You saw the strain in his neck, his shoulders, his chest, could hear his heart beating for you, from you, with you inside it.

You were the god without a name, so instead Jungkook let out a low-pitched, guttural moan and shot his eyes up to the sky, towards space and formless time waiting to be touched by your fingertips. He burst within you, heat to heat, a messy squelch and jerking bodies, and you consumed it all, his sound, his feel, his physical form succumbing to the highest peak, similar to how he was when your blood touched his lips and poured in.

Burning.

He collapsed into the abyss, and the abyss held him, caressed him, held him up by his strings.

“I am the void,” you whispered to him.

“I am the whim of the void,” he gasped back, and he held onto you, held onto you as long as he could, his meaning of life now the nothingness he loved that refused to cease his endless hunger, but that was all he wanted – to wander, to waste away, to be reborn again, to touch infinity, eternally, because he would never know the end.

Oh, to create, to destroy, those alone meant nothing.

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[weaselbrownie]

i was wondering if u could do one where draco fingers the reader under a blanket but like with people around

dw if u dont wanna write this ;)

underneath | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : draco fingering you while there are people around

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, praising, voyeurism (?), female receiving

word count : 2.6K

a/n : this was messy :(

MASTERLIST

It was the last night of winter break, tucked away in the screening room of the Malfoy Manor sat you, Draco, Pansy, Theo, and Blaise. It has always been a tradition to spend winter breaks at the Malfoy Manor. With Mr. Malfoy away, Mrs. Malfoy has always found it quiet to spend Christmas with her only son, and so she insisted that he brings his friends to stay over during the break.

"So no horror?" Pansy asked as she went through the DVD display,

"We're not watching a horror movie just for you to crawl into our beds at night," Blaise answered, walking around the room as he made red sparks from the tip of his wand, waiting for Pansy to pick a movie.

"Zip it Zabini it was one time" She huffed before turning back to search for other movies, blabbing about how Blaise is being an ass for not letting them watch a horror movie.

You, Draco, and Theo walked into the half-lit room, greeted by Blaise who jumped off the couch to snatch the snacks off of Theo and the blankets off Draco before walking back to the spot of the couch to wrap himself in a little blanket cocoon.

"Y/N! Look at this, can we wat–"

"No Pansy, we will not watch Poltergeist because once we're back at school you won't be able to crawl into Blase's bed and you'll end up crawling into mine" You crossed both your arms over your chest, your brows lifting like a mother scolding her child.

"Ugh, you're no fun" She rolled her eyes before going back to the stack of DVDs.

Theo left to help Pansy pick out a movie, leaving you and Draco by the big doorway. You felt his hand slithering up your back, taking hold of your waist to spin you around– facing him. You looked up to see his bright orbs staring down at you, the corner of his lips lifting into a small smile "So... back at school tomorrow huh?" He said pulling you closer until your chest met his,

"I guess..." You smiled at him, your hand coming up to glide over his covered bicep and to the back of his neck, locking them there to hold onto him. "...just a few more months and we're done with this" Your voice quietened, just above a whisper as your face neared his.

"I know pretty girl" Draco closed the space in between, letting his lips devour yours as he held on to you, gripping your hips to bring you closer to him. It was nothing new, your lips moving with his as if it was a rehearsed choreography, chasing one another in the dark room.

"Aight enough, we're watching a movie, not porn" A deep voice called out from behind. You let go of Draco and turned your head to see Theo crossing his arms in front of his chest, huffing as he smirked, tending his weight on one leg.

"Well if that is your idea of porn, that's pretty sad mate" A higher-pitched voice chimed into the conversation. Theo's smirk completely dropped as he swung to look at Pansy standing behind him, stifling her laugh as did the rest of the group.

You poked your tongue out to him, laughing as you made your way to sit on the couch with Blaise who was already munching on the snacks. "Alright, now can we watch the movie?" Blaise asked, opening another pack of chips to pass around the room.

Everyone nodded in response, moving around the room to find a comfortable space to sit. Theo and Pansy took the carpet as they always do, building pillow forts for themselves so they can slouch as they watch the movie. You got up from the couch to grab some blanket off the floor before walking back to your spot just to see Draco sitting there comfortably.

Leaning back onto the couch and stretching his arms out to the sides as he spreads his long legs. You didn't mean to stammer but your eyes widened at his sight, Draco fucking Malfoy looking so good without having to do quite literally anything.

He knew you were looking, licking his lips before giving you a sly smirk. "C'mon" he mouthed, patting the spot on between his legs for you to occupy. This happens regularly, you sitting on his lap or the spot in between, so there shouldn't be any reason why you should be nervous... right?

You slowly moved towards him, smiling under your bright red cheeks before sitting in front of him. Draco's arms wrapped around you almost instantaneously, the strong scent of peppermint and citrus dancing its way to the back of your head. The light in the room went out as the big screen lit up, playing the opening of the movie Pansy picked.

You shuffled in his arms as you adjusted yourself and the blanket on top of you, moving left and right trying to get rid of a specific discomfort right on your lower back. "Draco..." You whispered as you turned around in your spot– facing him. "...why are your pockets always full?" You crossed your arms in front of you, glancing to the side to make sure Blaise is paying attention to the movie.

"What?" Draco's brows furrowed as confusion took over him,

"Your pockets" You gestured down to the pockets of his grey sweats, your brows lifting, waiting for an answer. Draco looked at you as if you grew horns, biting his pink lips as he tries to understand what you are insinuating.

All of a sudden the corner of his lips lifted, forming a devilish smirk as his cold lengthy fingers traced your hips. "My pockets are empty, darling" He muttered, bending down to meet you face to face.

It was your turn to look confused, you weren't imagining it, you definitely felt something on your lower back earlier, "If it's empty, then what wa-" You cut yourself off mid-sentence, gasping as you felt the air in your lungs disappear, the realization washing over you.

Draco didn't move, his eyes gazing at your lips as your face began to heat up. You felt the warmth of his hands leaving your hips before feeling them again on the side of your face, cupping it slightly to pull you in for a brief kiss. You met his lips once again for a swift kiss before he pulled away, turning you to face the screen.

"Watch the movie, who knows... maybe something will happen that'll surprise you" His lips lingered on the shell of your ear as his arms returned to wrap over you. You still felt it, his hard-on poking you from behind but you brushed it off as he gave you a reassuring kiss on the side of your head and his fingers laced with yours under the blanket.

It was halfway through the movie when you felt his hand leaving yours, you didn't give it a second thought but it seems like his hand is sliding lower and lower until it came in contact directly in front of your heat– teasing you, knowing how much you crave for this right now.

It's wrong to do anything, your friends are in the room and not to mention next to you, but again you were covered with the blanket and it seems like they're focused on the movie. You seem to be in a battle with your thought, wanting to push Draco's hand away but you didn't have the stomachs to do so.

He picked up on this, bobbing his head to the side to see you staring off into the screen but not grasping anything that's thrown at you. "Can you be a good girl and keep quiet?" His breath hot, lingering on your ear as it sent goosebumps down your spine.

You slowly nodded, keeping your vision straight before you felt his warm hand slither past the band of your pants, resting them on your covered cunt. You kept quiet, not moving from your previous position as he continued his actions.

You felt him again, his middle and ring finger pressing into your clit as he drew slow circles through the material. "Seems like you're ready hm?" He murmured into your hair, feeling the wetness of your cunt through your underwear.

Your wet lips rolled in between your teeth, biting down on them to make sure nothing slips past, but he wasn't making it easy. By now he was rubbing rougher circles on you, pressing into your engorged clit as you tried to keep still.

His fingers continued their actions, moving to the base of your underwear to pull them aside, exposing your sopping cunt to him. "Stay still..." He whispered, his fingers leaving the piece of fabric to trace the outer lips of your cunt. "...I mean it" His fingers smeared the wetness around, making a mess inside your pants– more than it already was.

You slowly turned your head to the side, from another point of view Draco looks as if he was just cuddling you, wrapping you in his warm embrace as he enjoys a good movie. Whereas in reality, his fingers worked you, rubbing you in ways he knows you love.

"Watch the movie darling" He murmured, not breaking the eye contact he had with the big white screen in front of you. You turned your head back, leaning back onto him as you gripped his knee for support.

Draco used his middle finger to draw circles directly on your clit, the wetness of your arousal helping his finger glide easily. The warm and sharp feeling of pleasure started to build at the pit of your stomach, Draco drawing them out gently.

He continued his actions, rubbing until the grip you had on his knee tightens, signaling you were close. It was harder to keep your mouth shut, your chest slightly heaving up and down as you closed your eyes, getting ready for the pleasure to wash over you. It was right around the corner, your orgasm building stronger and stronger as Draco's fingers brushed fast circles on your clit, and before you know it,

"Y/N are you okay?" A voice pulled you out of the headspace you were in. Your eyes shot open and your head snapped to the source of the voice. Blaise sat next to you, his arms over his chest as he tilted his head to the side. His brows furrowed, trying to figure out whether you were alright or not.

Draco's fingers came to a halt as soon as he heard Blaise's voice, dropping the feeling of an orgasm that was about to hit. His head too turned to the source of the voice next to him. "You okay darling?" Draco asked dumbfoundedly, smirking as if he didn't just rub you in the same room as your friends.

Your mouth fell open, wanting to respond to a hundred different things at once yet none actually came out. "U-Um... yeah I–" You stuttered, your eyes wide open when you felt Draco's fingers leaving your clit to move down to your clenching hole. "...Fuck" You muttered to yourself when you felt him slipping his middle finger into you.

"You don't look so well" Blaise continued, reaching his hand out to place the back of his palm to your forehead. "You're a little warm Y/N, you sure you're ok?" His palm left your forehead to place itself on your cheeks.

You brushed it off, dodging his palm as you gave his hand a small smack. "I'm fine Zabini, don't worry about... i-it" Draco slipped another finger into you, driving it deep into your sopping cunt as you tried to hide the emotions on your face.

"Well, if you say so" Blaise shrugged, though he knows something is going on he quickly brushed it off, leaning back onto his end of the couch to shift his attention back to the movie.

You turned your head back as Blaise did, trying not to squirm as Draco drives his fingers into you, building your orgasm once again. You leaned back onto him as the both of you tried to move as little as possible.

"Good job angel" Draco whispered into your ear, his lips lacing with your cheeks as he gave your flushed face a small peck. His fingers started to drive into you faster, curling the ends of his digit to hit that spongey spot deep inside you at every thrust.

Your walls tightened around him, clenching unevenly as the tingling feeling returned to the pit of your stomach. "Dray..." You whispered to him, slurring out his name into a whine as it left your lips. The grip you have on his knee tightening, telling him you are close.

Draco's fingers slowed for a second, readjusting themselves as he rested the rough pad of his thumb on your clit, drawing circles as his other digits thrust inside you. Your breath started to become heavy again, his fingers working out a rhythm inside you.

"You wanna cum?" He asked, his lips lingering on the shell of your ear once again. You nodded slowly, not having the stomach to answer him– afraid to let out a moan for the entire room to hear.

You could barely hold it back, the euphoric feeling just behind his fingertips as he continued torturing you– making you wait for his instructions to cum. Your back arched slightly, lifting off his chest as you wriggled under his tender touch.

Tears started to gather at your waterline, immersing your sight as you tried holding back your upcoming high. Draco continued his actions, ramming his slender digits into you– making you feel all your emotions at once. "You wanna show me how me how you cum on my fingers angel?... go on" His soothing voice rung to the back of your head, permitting you to finally let go.

Your eyes fluttered close with his command, letting go of your high as the shiny gold stars danced on your vision, taking up the dark space. You wanted to moan out his name, show him how good he's been making you feel, but all you could do was bite your lips in silence, making sure to not let a single sound slip past your lips.

"There we go" His fingers slowed down, pulling you back to reality as you tried to catch your breath, your chest heaving up and down as he continued to run circles on your clit. "Good job angel" He continued, his whispers shooting butterflies through your body.

You leaned back onto Draco, letting him wrap his free arm around you as he stopped the movement on your sopping cunt, giving your clit a tap before placing your underwear back into place. You watched as his hand comes up from the blanket, moving slowly until he reached his mouth, letting his arousal-covered fingers slip past his lips– sucking them dry.

You watched him, wide eyes as he removed the blanket that covers the both of you, "Y/N isn't feeling too well, I'm gonna bring her up to bed" Draco announced to the group as he moved you in your spot, throwing your legs over his to pick you up bridal style.

"See, I knew it!" Blaise called out as Draco fumbles on the couch, readjusting the blanket to cover you again.

"Are you alright?" Pansy asked as she got up from her pillow fort in front of you, Theo following her movement as his face washed over in a confused manner. You hummed in response, your breath still slightly heavy as Draco got up from the couch, lifting you with his as if you weight nothing. The edge of Draco's lips lift up at Pansy's question, flashing his sly smirk to the confused and worried group,

"She'll be fine... I'll take care of her"

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[livingalifeofasimp]

Incurable Love

《♚ SLIGHT YANDERE / POSSESSIVE Zhongli X Reader ♚》

➳ Dynasty Au

➳ Warning : This content contains Yandere themes if you are sensitive please refrain yourself from reading it. This is purely for entertainment purpose, arts and pictures are not mine credits to respective owners, only the content is mine.

❖ You leap through the time to some dynasty and found yourself in the dark forest sunlight scatting through the leaves, on waking up you saw yourself surrounded by some men, the look on their faces made you feel some kind of outsider. They were dressed in traditional wear layers of clothes warped around them secured with leather belts, long hairs, head decorated with pretty accessories.

❖A man came forward glaring, your clothing style made them even more suspicious of you " What is your name? Who sent you here?", Starling you with his strict voice pointing a beautifully crafted weapon yet deadly in your direction that you assumed was sword. "Is this some kind of sick joke, some social experiment Hahah I ain't falling for this", you shouted looking around you for hidden cameras where are they? Other than that, it's illegal to bring people without their consent.  

❖"Stop fooling around answer or die" something in his voice told you this all wasn't a joke as he put his sword near your neck. You cut your skin slightly in the attempts to push the sword away realizing it's not a play. "Do you wanna die so much?, General she doesn't look like an assassin", a young looking guy came forward, "Suspicious, everything about her is suspicious, her words, her clothes, her etiquettes, which country are you from?", Everything felt wrong you took a step back ready to run for your life while they argued with each other.

❖Your heartbeat accelerated as you ran faster than anything to save your ownself, curiously you turned your head and saw an arrow shooted towards you, subconsciously a scream left your mouth before you were pinned by the sharped arrow on the woods. "How bold are you?", General guy mocked you already on his way to grab your neck.

❖"Stop what's is this chaos for?", A deep commanding voice stopped him, he kneel down and bowed followed by all the other guys. "A sceptical girl has appeared, your majesty", he reported to the tall man dressed in all the luxury who made eye contact with yours, you adverted your eyes not wanting to offend these dangerous men after glaring at him. "Is this?", The man bend down and grabbed your chin to get a full view of your face, to find out from where you are.

"I believe people don't want to die unreasonable deaths I will ask you once where are you from?",

 "I am from South",

❖You lied through your teeth making an innocent face these sharp men, hopping to not get caughted by them, his face held a cold expression clearly not showing whatever is going in his mind. "South? From felecoia island?, You hurriedly nodded your head after all you wanted was to get away from them and find your way back. "Why are you here?", "Work I need money to eat", you babbled out anything that could at least save you from his threatening presence. He was surprised, your clothing did amused him, even tho your speaking lacked manners according to the era.

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❖You were forced on Emperor Zhongli's laps reminiscing, if you would have not said the things that you said would you be somewhere else in life, why did it ended up like this?. "What are you thinking about? Today is my birthday, you should be enjoying", he said playing with your silky hair,  you looked at the other side of the hall court officials drinking wine, enjoying, young girls dancing who were selected by the empress dowager so that Emperor Zhongli could choose one of them to be his wife or concubines on his birthday as gift, girls of powerful and influence families, beautiful and perfect in literature were dressed in a seductive way to win Emperor's heart but here he is looking at you with his heart eyes demanding your affection.

❖His face buried in your shoulders leaving kisses and smelling your intoxicating smell that always manages to calm him down, as you try pushing his body away with your hands that he took in his slowly intertwing, pulling your form closer, his left hands encircled your waist as he deepens the kiss running with passion as if he wants you to feel all his love towards you, his overwhelming love and desire that he can't hold back. Noble women looks at you with envy warning you to not get closer to the guy that they love.

❖Zhongli holds your hand to make you walk along side with him which was not done by any other Emperor before. Zhongli knows its wrong but he wants you to love him, piecing pain passes through his heart whenever you say you won't love him, leaving him at the verse of crying. Sometimes his love, loneliness, caring and gentle personality towards you melts your heart but his tendency to get jealous easily in small things makes you think otherwise seeing you pet an animal, he pushes it way and put his head in your lap asking you to caress his hair instead, trying to keep you closer to him all time and hugs you without your consent, making you think maybe it's a good choice to stay with him since you are not able to find your way back home.

❖Whenever you mention your timeline he holds you tight in his embrace afraid to let go so that you won't disappear. Zhongli do not show you his darker side, killing officials or their daughters and maids who plot against you on the spot, cutting their wives, husbands, concubines, sons and daughters' tongue but he isn't afraid to show you his clingingness, holding you down in his bed with him and making you his hugging pillow, trying to win your affection by showing you his pityfull and pathetic, lonely self. Surprising you that the most powerful Emperor who won each battles and states kneel infront of you begs and threatens you to love him.

❖You remember the time when you said, you liked cherry blossoms in one of your friendly lunches with Emperor, the next day you saw your backyard filled with exotic beautiful cherry blossoms trees making your jaw drop, unbelievable how did he managed to do such thing. 

❖"My lady do you like it?, it's specially designed for you, each patterns are threaded perfectly, Royal tailors had spent sleepless nights to make this masterpiece asked by the Emperor", a representative tailor girl said as she carefully put the luxurious red robe around you looking for some mistaken errors trying not to displease the ruthless Emperor. Suddenly guards announced his arrival which caused head maids to retreat back, bow down and leave the chamber immediately as Zhongli springed towards you, trapping you in a hug.

❖"You look so beautiful my Empress, this should be enough", you tried to moved away from him "Empress who?, I am not any Empress", Zhongli poked your cheeks "Quit joking my love", he walked around you and stopped behind you causing you to be nervous who knows what he is planning?, Zhongli caressed your back or rather the pattern design, thread made of gold, it's Dragon's symbol which symbolizes protection, power, luck and wisdom most importantly possession of Emperor, with this on, no one will dare to come closer to you or lay their eyes on you and disrespecting you would be equal to violating Emperor's order, the punishment served will be execution, it's a simple warning to everyone.

❖Zhongli's touch caused you to jump and due to reflex you turned around to look at him, just what is this man thinking?. Zhongli grabbed your right wrist and pulled you to him making you clash against his hard toned chest, he affectionately caressed your left cheeks too drunk in your view to realize your struggles and kissed your right cheek lovingly before whispering in your ears with his deep husky voice a templating offer, "Be mine, let me love you and I will give everything you want, you are the only one I need, I am not asking much, my Goddess please be kind to me, grant me the chance to get your love, your precious than any treasure I own", before enveloping you in a desperate hug.

❖When he hugs you so affectionately but securely telling you how much he loves you that he can kill anyone, forcing you to promise that you will never leave his side whenever he finds out about your escape attempts from the shadow guards, dangerous then any other trained soldier who were assigned to guard you more like to prevent you from escaping, no wonder you always get caughted some or the other way each time you try.

❖You where gazing at all the other princes ( Emperor's brothers) gathered in imperial garden who knew they looked so handsome when Zhongli turned your face towards him by holding your chin with his index fingers " Your Highness.....what?", his angry face scared you after all he can execute anyone he wants "Go inside and wait for me", stealing a delicious view away from you "But", "Show her way inside", he commanded your maids who draged you inside.

"You should be my concubine"

"No way I will never share my husband with anyone I want to be his only wife and him to be my only husband".

❖You smiled to yourself satisfyingly he got no chance other than to leave you but instead of seeing a disappointed Zhongli you saw a blushing Zhongli, his Chief assistant was shocked who immediately turned his head in some other direction to not get his eyes plug out by the tyrant.

❖"How can I be so stupid, you shall be my only wife and be mine forever I shall be yours forever my dear wife", Zhongli said taking your left hand in his long pretty muscular hands and kissed your ring finger as your smile disappeared realizing that you digged your own grave.