#i am excited to see how as I get more top heavy my climbing style will change

[eggsharked]

One thing I was only half told was that on HRT my chest will get sensitive and sore. However it's kinda just sore whenever at random. Then the sensitivity just hits you so randomly. I'll be out rock climbing and the rope will drag across my chest quickly and I'll be like ouch owie and rest on the wall. But at least it's working !!!!

[obxone]

For Me (Part 6)

Edited-ish-- ~1.8k words.

Master Page

Rafe’s voice carried up the stairs as he called out for you. He was early, very early if it was the time you thought it was. You pause, lifting your head to make sure it is not a trick of your mind. Your name echoes up the stairs followed by footsteps climbing the stairs.

“In here!” You call back, swiping the stray hairs from your sweaty forehead as you shuffle a box out from a corner and drop it onto the growing pile that needs to be sorted through later.

Your mission is on the deep green chest tucked against the back wall. Poppy’s name is inscribed on the lip of the lid. Your mother had charged you with cleaning out the room and said that whatever you found, you could keep it if you wanted. A part of that statement excited you because it meant learning more about Poppy, but the other part made you sad and a little frustrated because it meant she did not care to keep any token of her sister that had died fourteen years prior.

“What are you doing?” He asks as you work on shifting another cardboard box without meeting his gaze once he enters just a step or two inside of the room. His nose scrunches against the dust you have already stirred up so far.

“Trying to get to that chest,” you say, gesturing to it as you look at him. In typical Rafe fashion, he was all put together with styled hair, crisp, clean summer attire, and that look on his face that makes your heartbeat go a little faster. “I’m on a mission.”

He smirks, his gaze dragging over you. “I can see that.”

You were in frayed jean shorts and an old T-shirt, with your hair in a messy bun, your face sporting a thin sheen of sweat and dust covering your clothes as you sorted through things. You shift under his gaze, your skin prickling with heat at the look in his eyes.

“Rafe, I have to get this done.”

“I’ve never been in here,” he mutters, looking around, letting the moment go for you. You knew he would revisit it. He always did.

You smile, taking in the dust-covered piles of boxes, old furniture or decorative items, cloth draped bedroom furniture that had been pushed up against a singular wall. “It was my Aunt Poppy’s room when she was growing up.”

“I forget this used to be your grandparent’s vacation home.”

“Yep,” you muse, reaching for another box, the last one. You shuffle it onto an empty dresser top with a slight huff of determination when it catches on a corner.

He moves to help, but you do it before he can get to you. Next, you move to the chest, finger hooking around the metal handle on one of the sides. You pull it out from the dark corner, a frown etching into your face at the thick layer of dust stirring up. His hands find your hips as you walk backward pulling the chest.

“Let me get that, Baby. It’s too heavy.”

“I’ve got it. I can slide it,” you huff but then groan, forehead against your upper arm in protest when it hits the edge of the large, carpeted area rug preventing you from pulling it anymore. “Or not."

He chuckles before gently lifting you and moving you to the side. His lips press to your jaw in the process. “Let your big strong boyfriend handle this.”

“Oh,” you smirk and watch him take hold of it and lift it. His biceps flex as he straightens. The fire that was in his gaze moments ago is now in yours. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes glued to the flexed biceps.

His eyes meet yours, and he clears his throat, that cocky smirk back on his lips after you snap out of your daze. “Where am I going with it?”

“My room,” you say and quickly run in front of him to open your bedroom door for him to walk through. He gently places it near the foot of your bed. “Such a big strong man,” you tease, hoping he will not use your prior daze of admiration against you.

“I can show you just how big,” he says, pulling you into his chest. The hope is quashed immediately, but you do not mind as you go willingly into his arms. You giggle when he lifts you off your feet and drops you onto your bed. You bite your lip, taking him in. He reaches back to shut the bedroom door and pulls his shirt over his head. He tosses it and climbs over you, his mouth on yours. Your hands run down the length of his torso to his jeans. He ends the kiss before you move to his neck, pressing kisses and nipping at the skin. “What are you even doing with that thing?”

“It was Poppy’s,” you murmur, and his hands are tugging your shirt off. It crumples on the ground while he is undoing your bra. “And my mom is turning that room into a guest room. I offered to start. I saw the chest, and I wanted to look in it.”

“Mm,” he muses before catching your lips again as your bra drops to the ground. His head dips, mouth on your breasts as you remove your shorts and his jeans. He smirks at you. “So needy.”

“For you, always,” you tease before guiding his hand between your legs. He groans at how wet you already are, his fingers pushing your underwear aside before he sinks two fingers into you. You groan, head falling back against the mattress.

— — — —

Rafe stays in your bed, his back against your headboard as he watches you open the trunk. His t-shirt hanging off your shoulder, hair free from the bun and falling over your other shoulder.

“You are so beautiful,” he says, and your gaze lifts to his. A smile on your face, a faint blush on your cheeks.

“Stop,” you whisper. “You’ve distracted me enough, Mr. Cameron.”

He laughs at your remark before you continue your mission. Your fingers trace over the pictures taped to the inside of the lid, and you smile at the resemblance.

“Come see,” you say, softly. “It is like I am her doppelgänger.”

He moves out of your bed and sits behind you, pulling you into his lap as he looks over your shoulder.

“That’s her,” you point to one of her smiling next to your mom. “And that’s my mom.”

Rafe leans in, his hand on your waist. “She died young, right?”

You nod, frowning then. “19.”

“My age.”

You look at him, the realization of how young she had really been shocking you. “One mistake while driving, and it was all over.”

He presses his lips to your exposed shoulder. “I’m sorry, Baby.”

“Thank you, Rafe,” you whisper, finger running over the locket in one of the squares. You reach down and pull the top layer out of the chest. He reaches out to help you and places it on the floor beside you. His hands are warm on your back as you lean over to investigate the chest. A few pieces of clothing, a stack of journals, and photo albums are all stacked neatly inside from what you can see. You pull out one of the journals. Your eyes scan the cover before flipping it open to the first page. It has the date she had written in it inscribed on the page in Poppy’s handwriting, June '98 to May '99. “She was fifteen this summer,” you whisper, studying the cursive writing.

“How many are there?” he asks, peering over your shoulder to see.

“Five in total,” you say, reaching for the rest, all various shades of blue. They were beautiful, leather bound with a P stamped on the cover. You crack open the second one. “June '99 to May '00, so 16.” You reach for the next one and do the same. “June '00 to May '01, she was 17.” You go for the fourth one and crack it open. “June '01 to May '02, she was 18.”

“So that last one…”

“Yeah,” you whisper and slowly ease it open. “June '02 to unlisted.”

His chin drops to your shoulder.

“She never finished it.” You rest your head against his. “Is it wrong of me to want to read these? To know her?”

He frowns, his hands sliding down your arms to your trembling hands. “I don’t think so.”

“No one ever wants to talk about her, and I do not remember much of her, only what they have said.”

“You were two, Baby,” he says softly. “You did not get the chance.”

You smile a little and reach up to wipe the stray tear falls before setting them to the side and turning in his arms to press your face into his chest. He holds you like that, letting you process what you have found. What doors are you opening? It is a world that you were too young to remember before.

— — — —

“Sarah Cameron!” You call after Rafe pecks your cheeks and leaves you to go find his dad.

“Is that my long-lost best friend?” she asks, emerging from the kitchen. You grin and run to hug her. She hugs you back, squeezing you. “Listen, I know you and my brother are dating, but I still want you as my best friend.”

“Heard, loud and clear.”

She grins, triumphantly before clasping your hand and leading you into the kitchen, where she has laid out some snacks. You grab a bag of skinny pop with a happy smile and follow her upstairs to her room. You both sprawl out on the bed for a gossip session and share the popcorn.

A few hours later, when you are laughing so hard your eyes are watering is when Rafe returns. His large frame leaning against the door as he watches you.

“No!” Sarah whines. “Not yet.”

He smirks, dragging the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip. “Relax. I was coming to tell you that I am going to Kelce’s for a bit.”

“Okay,” you smile at him before glancing at Sarah, who grins brightly at keeping you beside her. “Tell Kelce I miss him.”

“Will do,” Rafe chuckles, moving forward to press his lips to your forehead. “Call me if you need an escape from my sister.”

You grin at him before climbing onto your knees and wrapping your arms around his shoulder. Sarah gags and buries her face in one of her pillows as you press your lips to his.

“Don’t miss me too much,” you tease, and he laughs before letting you go and going. You groan and drop back onto the bed to bury your face into the mattress.

“It’s so gross,” Sarah mutters before you lift your head to look at her. She laughs. “But I’ve never seen Rafe this way before. He’s different with you.”

“I want him to be himself, believe me, I do, and I think he mostly is. He is less kook prince is all.”

She nodded in agreement. “He’s like he used to be before everything went to his head.”

Part VII

[introverted-scribblings]

Hello! Hope I'm not too late! You deserve all the best, even the small things!!!

Name/Aliases: Hunny, Hun, Ice (irl)

Zodiacs: Aries sun / Virgo moon / Leo rising / Year of the snake (2001)

Personality Type: INFP - A

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Aegosexual / Homoromantic (wlw)

I am 21! I am 5’6-5’7ish, and 99lbs last I checked. Still not the best weight, but I’m working on it. I’m very skinny and lanky with a defined waist, but I’m trying to grow a bit of muscle. I have long dark/black hair that I have no idea how to style; it’s fine and high porosity so it tangles and gets damaged easily. My eyes are brown, but can appear black in the shade and golden in sunlight. I have a lot of dark marks over my body from acne and so many bruises on my legs from work. I prefer being comfortable most of the time (like, if i could be naked all the time, that’d be great), but there are a lot of aesthetics that interest me!

So there’s probably a lot to say about who I am, but I’ll try and keep it brief. The things that line up between all of my zodiacs and personality type is that I’m very introverted and empathetic. I don’t have a lot of close-close friends, and the ones I do have are kind of opposite reflections of who I am. They’re loud and excitable and perhaps a little unkempt with amazing style, while I am usually quiet, and extra polite with a heavy focus on my hygiene since my style sucks. I live vicariously through my friends’ drama as the mom/therapist friend and I’m constantly on top of making sure everyone’s okay. My love languages are quality time and words of affirmation.

I deeply enjoy the little beautiful details of life and observe the world around me in an artistic lens. I love photography in the way you can quickly capture the fun shape of a cloud or the way snow glistens when it first sticks to the ground. I adore those small moments of intimacy, like a coffee already made for you in the exact way you like it or the heartbeat you feel even being just pressed up into their side. I love writing in which I can truly show the reverence and love of these moments.

On the other hand, I am also extremely intelligent despite my emotional exaggeration. I’ve always found science interesting and math is easy when it’s present and practiced on. And psychology is a very close topic to my heart, so I learn anything I can about it. And on this topic: FUCK FREUD!!! Literally setting the psychology movement 1000 years back by destroying his studies. Disgraceful.

I was diagnosed with ADHD as a child and never treated for it, but my home life was always rather adhd friendly. A lot of my symptoms include the inattentive type, but I’m hyperactive in some strange ways. I’ll move and shift a lot, but I’m constantly hyper aware of what’s going on around me and I hyperfocus on a task/topic until I eventually burnout. I’m impulsive in the way of “how can I solve this problem in the fastest way possible” (so like climbing things I’m not supposed to in order to reach something, or picking the skin off my lips cause they’re dry and bothering me, etc). I do have auditory and memory processing issues, so I may need a moment in between being asked questions. I do have RSD which is mainly triggered by my schooling/academics, so I try to avoid talking about it if I can.

I have been emotionally hurt a lot by people I thought were friends, and I’ve grown more confident than I ever have been in my boundaries of how I let people treat me.

I think this is everything… Yeah, it should be. I can’t wait to see who I’m matched with and I hope your week gets better! “Remember to lead with kindness, because at some point you’ll have to stop being kind. Then show them no mercy.” <3

You were actually the first matchup request I received so you're perfectly on time lol. I did see your second ask and I'm more than happy to give you an OHSHC matchup! You're such a sweetheart btw

I hope you enjoy what I've come up with!!

I match you with...

~Tamaki~

Hear me out…

He might’ve started out flirting with you, but once you explain your orientation to him, he backs off and respects it 100%

However, platonically, I think you two are a great match!

He would be the best friend you could ask for because he cares for you so much!

He balances out your introvertedness and enjoys helping you out of your comfort zone a bit.

He wouldn’t pressure you though, and if you were uncomfortable he’d ease up.

You say your love languages are quality time and words of affirmation? This man checks both of those boxes.

He loves spending time with you, he feels truly relaxed around you and makes sure to tell you that!

Your friendship (like all good friendships imo) is built on communication.

Whatever boundaries you set with him, he’ll respect. And you do the same for him.

He also views the world with a very romantic eye, appreciating the beauty in the world. Though he’s a lot more flamboyant about it I’m assuming.

You should definitely show him whatever photos you take! He’s so on board with your hobbies.

He probably jokes that you should take pictures of him because you’d capture his beauty perfectly.

He (Kyoya) suggests that you take pictures for the Host Club considering you have a good photography eye.

He might also be looking for an excuse to have you at the host club.

He wants to spend time with you!

You two would remember the little things about each other. How you like your tea/coffee, what your favorite movies are, your favorite type of music, etc.

He’s a master at giving gifts due to this fact.

I think you two would have a friendship playlist on Spotify or something. Just a mix of music that reminds you of each other.

He absolutely applauds your intelligence!

His best friend is so smart and he’s so proud!

Probably goes to you with questions because Kyoya can be mean sometimes.

He feels horrible that you were treated poorly by “friends” in the past and, either consciously or unconsciously, is trying to make up for that.

He wants to be your best friend, he wants to be someone you can trust and rely on.

He just cares about you a lot, you’re very dear to him as his close, if not closest, friend.

Due to your therapeutic/motherly nature, he opens up to you a lot more than other people.

Overall, you make him happy, and he’ll do his best to make you happy too!!

The song I pick for you two is:

“Kaleidoscope” by A Great Big World

[feyda-forever]

Hello! Thanks for doing this in return! You deserve all the best, even the small things!!!

Name/Aliases: Hunny, Hun, Ice (irl)

Zodiacs: Aries sun / Virgo moon / Leo rising / Year of the snake (2001)

Personality Type: INFP - A

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Aegosexual / Homoromantic (wlw)

I am 20, going 21 this april! I am 5’6-5’7ish, and 99lbs last I checked. Still not the best weight, but I’m working on it. I’m very skinny and lanky with a defined waist, but I’m trying to grow a bit of muscle. I have long dark/black hair that I have no idea how to style; it’s fine and high porosity so it tangles and gets damaged easily. My eyes are brown, but can appear black in the shade and golden in sunlight. I have a lot of dark marks over my body from acne and so many bruises on my legs from work. I prefer being comfortable most of the time (like, if i could be naked all the time, that’d be great), but there are a lot of aesthetics that interest me!

So there’s probably a lot to say about who I am, but I’ll try and keep it brief. The things that line up between all of my zodiacs and personality type is that I’m very introverted and empathetic. I don’t have a lot of close-close friends, and the ones I do have are kind of opposite reflections of who I am. They’re loud and excitable and perhaps a little unkempt with amazing style, while I am usually quiet, and extra polite with a heavy focus on my hygiene since my style sucks. I live vicariously through my friends’ drama as the mom/therapist friend and I’m constantly on top of making sure everyone’s okay. My love languages are quality time and words of affirmation.

I deeply enjoy the little beautiful details of life and observe the world around me in an artistic lens. I love photography in the way you can quickly capture the fun shape of a cloud or the way snow glistens when it first sticks to the ground. I adore those small moments of intimacy, like a coffee already made for you in the exact way you like it or the heartbeat you feel even being just pressed up into their side. I love writing in which I can truly show the reverence and love of these moments.

On the other hand, I am also extremely intelligent despite my emotional exaggeration. I’ve always found science interesting and math is easy when it’s present and practiced on. And psychology is a very close topic to my heart, so I learn anything I can about it. And on this topic: FUCK FREUD!!! Literally setting the psychology movement 1000 years back by destroying his studies. Disgraceful.

I was diagnosed with ADHD as a child and never treated for it, but my home life was always rather adhd friendly. A lot of my symptoms include the inattentive type, but I’m hyperactive in some strange ways. I’ll move and shift a lot, but I’m constantly hyper aware of what’s going on around me and I hyperfocus on a task/topic until I eventually burnout. I’m impulsive in the way of “how can I solve this problem in the fastest way possible” (so like climbing things I’m not supposed to in order to reach something, or picking the skin off my lips cause they’re dry and bothering me, etc). I do have auditory and memory processing issues, so I may need a moment in between being asked questions. I do have RSD which is mainly triggered by my schooling/academics, so I try to avoid talking about it if I can.

I have been emotionally hurt a lot by people I thought were friends, and I’ve grown more confident than I ever have been in my boundaries of how I let people treat me.

I think this is everything… Yeah, it should be. I can’t wait to see who I’m matched with and I hope your week gets better! “Remember to lead with kindness, because at some point you’ll have to stop being kind. Then show them no mercy.” <3

OMG (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) jwjxpbynxuwlcirsvkwl

Even tho this is not first time I'm doing a matchup exchange I'm still so excited.

And of course everyone such as you deserve the best <3

I match you with.....

Bloody painter

When i was reading the lovely paragraph you wrote, i couldn't think of anyone else tbh.

I don't see him as a person who'll shows his love language by words, in my AU i HC him as someone who likes to write his thoughts and when he can't find the correct words and sentences he'll paint them. Afterall there's a reason that he's an artist.

Even if he let out his words out loud, it'll be very soundless and its hard to figure them out. I mean you know he's whispering something but can't understand what is it.

Let me explain how exactly is your relationship, imagine a white empty room without Windows but a simple white door, helen standing in middle of it, he has a black pen in his hands as he walk up to a wall and start drawing objects that should be in a room, he's almost done till he hears knocking on the door... suddenly you step in and with every step take you add a new color to those drawing, you get what i mean?

The thing that I'm trying to say is that, you give him a new meaning of what exactly is life and a different view of life that he did not thoughts of seeing one day, and it's confusing him so much that he'll spent minutes, hours, days and even weeks to figure it out, what is this feelings and why does he likes these so much.

After talking to his one and only trusted friend 'the puppeteer' he finally gets it, it's love. Tho he do not wanna except it.

But then, after a long time that you get to know him not him cause.....basically he knows everything about you XD You guys start with friendship.

And when you guys finally get in a relationship you'll become the most important person in the world to him

He doesn't have any problem with being in a platonic relationship, so yeah, he'll respect your sexuality.

But i have to mention, he has a dark side that might appear any time, so you might wanna be careful.

One of the best duos in my opinion.

- I miss your voice.

- I'll call you in a little, okay?

- Honey

- Are you awake?

- yeah

- Perfect. do you wanna go on an adventure?

- Sure.

- 3am small talks on rooftop and I'll bring blanket <3

This is the fastest matchup I've ever made and i hope you liked it :)

[Please send me feedback if you don't mind]

[hispipsqueak]

Your Cowboy

(Ushijima x F!Reader) NSFW

Summary

Ushijima and you have been happily married for a while and everything is perfect. But sometimes, you just want more.

A/N : Was this written just to satisfy my deep desire to see Ushijima in a cowboy hat? Yes. Am I mad about it? NO! (Also, if you have any Ushi dressed as a cowboy, my inbox is open ;) )

TW: daddy kink, unprotected sex, rougher sex (not BDSM, but rougher than usual), Ushi in a cowboy hat

Ushijima was, in all aspects, an incredible husband. 

He loved you and spoiled you with beautiful gifts, because you were his treasure. He would come home to you cooking dinner and wrap his arms around you, pressing soft kisses to your neck before he would go shower and you never felt neglected. He was devoted, handsome, sweet, loving, the whole nine yards.

There was just one tiny little issue.

Ushijima was a little...vanilla.

The sex was amazing, don’t get it wrong, but it was always too perfect. Too sweet and pure. He would kiss down your body and tell you he loved you while rocking you gently on his cock. Missionary, loving...but always the same.

It was nice, but sometimes you just wanted something a little wilder. Ushijima was a large guy and sometimes you wish he would slam you on the bed, or wrap his large hands around your throat. You wanted him to...well, to put it plainly, to fuck you. 

But you knew Ushi wasn’t really that type of guy, so you decided to meet your needs virtually. He had just left to work and you headed back to bed with your laptop, scrolling through a porn site.

“Why does every girl in these videos look like they are being tortured? Pass...incest? Eughh...pass. No, no, God no, no...wait.” You muttered before finding stopping on a video titled “Back in the Saddle.”

You clicked on it and some cheesy western music started playing before a buxom blonde girl in denim shorts came on screen talking in an overexaggerated southern accent, in an old style saloon. You were about to click away to continue your search when the man walked into the shot.

He was tall, and built like a Greek God. He reminded you a lot of your husband actually. His muscles were on full display in his open flannel shirt, denim jeans that hugged his thighs and on top of his dark hair, he wore a deep brown cowboy hat. He pulled the girl to him like a ragdoll and kissed down her body. She ripped open his shirt and let out an exaggerated moan. As the cowboy lifted her and placed her on the bar. He tipped his hat before tearing open her shirt and ravishing her. You watched in amazement. The acting was terrible, the moans were over the top. But the image of your husband, your Toshi, in a cowboy hat, with sweat glistening down his chest as he slammed into you wouldn’t leave your mind.

You turned the video off as you began to run your fingers down your slit, rubbing at your folds, imagining Ushijima taking you as he wanted. You slipped a finger inside as you thought of him gripping your hips and pounding into you. You wanted him to fuck you sore. Another finger went inside as you grinded against your hand, dreaming of his thick cock. Your thumb grazed your clit in soft circles and you felt yourself come undone. You let out a soft cry as you gushed around your fingers. You sighed, suddenly sleepy and pulled the blanket around you. You wanted him to dominate you and use you for his pleasure, and you wanted him to do it in a goddamn cowboy hat.

-----

Ushijima came home, tired from work, but excited to see you. He walked in the door, expecting to see you in the kitchen or lounging on the couch. 

“Princess?” He called, putting his bag down by the door and slipping off his shoes. He walked around searching for you, and opened the bedroom door. He saw you sleeping under your dark burgundy comforter and smiled at how beautiful you looked. He walked in silently and pulled your laptop from the bed to place it on it’s charger. He gave you a soft kiss on your forehead before walking out and shutting the door.

Ushijima pulled the laptop out and placed it on the desk in your home office. He plugged in the charger and opened the laptop to make sure it was charging. 

What he didn’t expect was to be face to face with a woman orgasming on the screen. He quickly slammed the screen shut. Why was there porn on your computer? His face turned red. Was he not enough for you? Maybe he was spending too much time at work, or not making you feel special. Or maybe you weren’t enjoying sex. He looked around and closed the door, making sure it was shut tight, before opening the laptop again. If he wasn’t pleasing you, he was gonna learn what you liked.

Ushijima watched as the man in the video grabbed the woman by her hips and plowed into her. He cocked his head to the side. Did you like that? Ushijima was never rough with you because he didn’t want to hurt you. But if that’s what you needed, he would do anything to make you happy. He continued watching.

The cowboy in the video tipped his hat before going down on the woman. She gave a long moan begging her “cowboy” to “give it to her”. Ushijima considered taking notes, but decided against it. He put his head in his hand and continued watching, not noticing the door to the office click open.

“Toshi...what are you doing?” You asked, half-asleep and a little confused. The woman on the laptop screen chose that moment to let out an exaggerated moan. “Are...you...are you watching porn?”

Ushijima jumped and quickly closed the laptop. “I…”

His normally stoic face was pink with a heavy blush and he seemed at a loss for words.

“Um…” You started before he interrupted.

“Do I not satisfy your sexual urges?” He asked suddenly. Now it was your turn to blush.

“What, oh my....Toshi! Is that the stupid cowboy video?” You asked, your eyes widening. He nodded, a little ashamed to have been caught snooping.

“I apologize, my love. I did not mean to invade your privacy. But if I am not pleasing you, please tell me.” He said in his normal voice, swallowing hard.

You fought the urge to cradle him in your arms. 

“Toshi...you are the absolute love of my life. Don’t get me wrong, sex with you is AMAZING. Sometimes though...I just wish you might want to be a little rougher with me?” You mumbled the last bit.

He looked up at you. He suddenly stood, and towered over you. You looked up towards him and he pressed you against the wall with a quick kabedon. You shivered, and your mouth dropped in surprise. Ushijima stared at you the way a predator stares at prey. He then pulled away and said “I’ll be right back.”

“TOSHI?! What...where…”

He turned back around and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll be right back, princess. I need you to wait for me in the bedroom.” 

He walked out the door and you could hear the jingling of keys and your front door close. Confused, and flustered, you decided to trust him and headed to the bedroom to wait.

40 minutes later you heard your front door open.

“Princess. You better be in that bedroom.” Ushijima said, his deep voice brimming with authority. You heard him place his stuff down and walk towards the bedroom. You sat up on the edge of the bed and he swung the door open.

Ushijima was standing in the doorway with a red flannel shirt and on his head...was a black cowboy hat.

Your face reddened. 

“Toshi…”

“Listen to me. You are mine. And I’m going to make sure you know it.” He said, his baritone voice causing your stomach to flutter. He pushed you back against the bad and climbed on top of you. 

He whispered in your ear, “If it gets too much, let me know and I’ll stop.” You nodded and gave a small smile. He started leaving hot kisses down your neck, and gripped the front of your shirt. He pulled it, ripping the material in two pieces with his bare hands and you gulped.

This was a new side of him.

He kissed down your chest and cupped your breasts in his hands. He squeezed them roughly leaving small bites on the tops of them as he worked off your bra. He tossed it to the side and began to lick and suck on your nipples, pinching and tugging wherever his mouth wasn’t. You let out a low groan as he sucked dark purple marks onto your skin. He pushed you into the mattress, as his kisses got lower. His hand held your hip down as he licked and nipped at your tummy. You pulled off his hat, and tossed it to the side of the bed.

He pushed your thighs apart and you could feel his breath on your clothed cunt. 

“Fuck, princess. Let me taste you.”

He pulled your panties down your thighs and ran his finger over your folds, collecting the arousal that was dripping from you. He pushed his finger to your lips.

“Taste yourself.”

You obediently opened your mouth and sucked on his thick finger. You could taste the sweet and slight tang of your arousal and he pressed down on your tongue, causing drool to slip out of your mouth.

“Such a messy girl. You’re so wet from this.” Ushijima chuckled. He pulled his finger out of your mouth and brought it back to your pussy. He slowly rubbed up and down before licking a thick stripe across your cunt. You clenched the sheets as he began to lick and suck at your sex. He let out a deep groan and the vibrations caused your head to spin.

“Toshi, that feels so fucking good.” You yelped as he continued to lap up your juices. Your eyes fluttered as he darted his tongue inside. “Fuck...daddy, don’t stop!”

Ushijima could feel his cock grow harder at the sudden nickname. He growled into your tight little hole. 

“Cum for daddy, princess.”

You felt your cunt tighten before releasing all over his tongue. He moaned at the taste and licked you clean.

He sat up and grabbed your face, pushing you on to your knees.

“Show me how much you love daddy’s cock.”

Your fingers fumbled with his belt and you pulled out his thick cock. Ushijima’s cock was massive, thick with two veins running on either side that led to the soft pink tip. You opened your mouth wide in an attempt to fit him in. 

“That’s it. Good job princess. Suck daddy’s cock.” Ushijima gripped your hair, pulling you closer. He could hear you gag on it, but, remembering your words, he continued to force it down your throat.

“This is what you wanted, Y/N? You wanted to feel my dick in your throat. You wanted me to use your body to please me?” Ushijima asked, panting. 

You moaned and tried to nod around his cock. Seeing him so feral and taking complete control was so fucking hot and you could tell he was enjoying it too.

“Fuck that feels good. You are so good for me. Swallow around my cock, princess. Make daddy cum down your throat.” Ushijima grunted, feeling his jaw tighten as he continued to fuck your mouth.

You cupped his balls and gently massaged them in your hand, lightly tugging and he let out a sharp hiss.

“FUCK...you are pleasing me so well, princess. This is incredible.” He pulled you off his cock.

“But I want to cum in that tight pussy. I want to claim what’s mine.” His eyes burned with determination and he lifted you onto the bed on all fours. He slid his cock up your slit and placed one of his strong hands on your lower back, with the other pulling your hair, causing your back to arch.

“Tell me what you want, love.” Ushijima whispered.

You whimpered.

“Please...fuck me daddy.”

He slammed into you and you cried out. His cock was so thick, you could feel your pussy clench around it automatically. He pulled it out and you could feel the veins drag along your walls, before he pumped back into you.

“Who do you belong to, princess?” Ushijima asked as he pounded into your cunt.

“Y-you daddy. I belong to...you.!” You sobbed out as stars danced in front of your eyes.

“That’s right. You...belong...to...me.” He punctuated each word with an even deeper thrust. You felt your body tense up and your eyes rolled back.

“G-gonna cum...so good...ahh.” You moaned, clawing at your bedsheets.

“I’m close as well, princess. Cum with me. Cum with Daddy.” Ushijima growled and you felt yourself combust.

“I - I - I’m CUMMING!” You wailed and Ushijima let out a low moan before you felt his cock twitch inside you. You could feel his searing hot cum pump into you, deeper than ever and your body shivered. He gripped you tight, leaving small finger shaped bruises you knew would show up tomorrow as he unloaded into you.

You both panted, coming down from your respective highs and he slid out of you. He pulled you to his chest and wrapped his biceps around you. You both laid in bed, sweaty and sticky.

“Was that good?” Ushijima asked, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead. You looked up at him with dazed eyes.

“That was amazing, Toshi.”

He had a soft smile on his face. He then suddenly reached over and pulled the cowboy hat from where it laid on the floor.

“So should I keep the hat?”

[kissinginkitchens]

You Bring Me Home—Chapter Six: Be My Baby

a/n: welcome back lovelies! Thank you once again for all of your kindness and support for chapter five!! I am so glad you enjoyed it :’) As promised: some more Halani sweetness that is truly good for the soul. Can’t wait for you to see what’s in store for our favorite lovebirds <3 I have had so much fun chatting with some of you and hearing your thoughts, so keep ‘em coming! Happy reading :) Much love, Mel <3

Pairing: Hawai’i!Harry x Original Character

Warnings: swearing, sickeningly sweet PDA <3

Word Count: 4.7k 

catch up on parts one, two, three, four, and five 

The rain descends in full force, strong and unrelenting, but Harry and Alani are too wrapped up in their own little world inside the Bronco to notice. They sit facing each other with palms touching, comparing hand sizes while they ramble about everything and nothing at all. Harry still has to remind himself to blink every so often despite the irrational fear that Alani will disappear when his eyes open again. With the knowledge that every moment could be this perfect, she silently curses herself for not crossing the friendship barrier sooner. 

“Think you bit me a little bit,” Harry comments, scanning his lower lip for any signs of bruising. 

“Did not,” Alani defends with a light giggle. 

He pouts his lower lip in her direction and leans closer for her to observe. “Did too, look!”

“Fine. I guess I won’t kiss you anymore if I’m such a detriment to your health,”

Harry sneaks his fingers inside Alani’s sweatshirt and tickles her sides, relishing in the laughter that erupts. 

“Just teasing,” he offers. “But I think I’m ready to get hurt again. Do me the honor?”

“You are such a nuisance,” she grins, obliging his request for another kiss by slotting her lips between his. It’s sweet and chaste, but it leaves her mouth tingling long after they’ve pulled apart. Alani runs her hands through Harry’s messy hair and he hums in response, leaning into her touch. When her hand stills, he plants a soft peck to the inside of her wrist as a plea to continue. She combs through the chestnut curls while he occupies his attention with something in the cupholder between them. 

“What’s this?” Harry questions, lifting the smoothie she had prepared for him earlier. 

Alani glances down and chuckles to herself. “Oh, it’s for you. I knew you’d be suffering from a gnarly hangover,”

Harry’s head tilts and he grins, giving Alani a sighting of her favorite dimple. “So good to me. Don’t know what I do to deserve it,”

“Maybe hold off on the gratitude, I think it’s probably rancid now,”

He takes a polite sip and sure enough, the drink is lukewarm and barely edible. His nose instinctively scrunches with disgust, but he quickly musters an appreciative smile. 

“S’lovely,”

“Liar,”

“Wanna taste?” Harry challenges, leaning in with puckered lips that Alani playfully dodges. He plants a kiss to her cheek instead, trailing down her jaw and to the side of her neck in a way that sends shivers down her spine. Her hands weave into his hair and she searches for his mouth again, but before she does, her phone rings loudly on the dashboard in front of them. 

He grumbles and his head lands on her shoulder. “For fuck’s sake—”

“Sorry,” Alani apologizes, swiping the device to look at the caller ID. Her sister’s name and photo flash on the screen, so she decides to answer it. “Hello?”

Harry traces small circles on the tops of Alani’s thighs, his mind still lost in the heat of the moment while she listens to Pua’s panicked voice on the other end. 

“Where are you?” Alani questions, sitting up straighter in her seat. “Okay, I’ll be there in ten,”

“What’s wrong?” Harry asks, brow furrowed in concern. 

She collects her bearings and sighs. “Pua and her little friends got stranded at the mall because of the storm. Need me to go rescue them,”

“Can I come with?” he offers eagerly, not ready to part just yet. 

“I don’t know if you really wanna be stuck with a bunch of fifteen year old-girls,” Alani laughs bitterly. 

Harry shrugs and toys with the hem of her sweatshirt. “Dunno if you were aware, but fifteen year-old girls love me,”

He stops suddenly and registers the concerning undertones in his statement. “That came out wrong,”

“Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t say that out loud,” Alani giggles with a hand cupped to his cheek. “Let’s meet up afterwards, okay?”

“‘Kay,” Harry agrees, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Alani leans over and presses a light kiss to his parted mouth, indulging his request to deepen it by letting him glide his tongue over her lower lip. 

“I really have to go.” she warns before pulling away reluctantly. 

Harry groans, but he steals one last kiss and slips out of the car into the heavy rain. 

“Be careful!” he calls over his shoulder. 

 Alani waits until he’s secure inside his own vehicle before driving away down the road. 

********

“You’re soaking wet,”

“It’s raining,”

“And you’re blushing,”

Harry shakes his damp hair out as he strolls down the hallway towards his room, Mitch at his heels. 

“So?”

“I’m assuming you fixed things with Alani, then?” his friend probes. 

Harry stomach flutters at the mention of her name. “Yeah,”

Mitch rests his shoulder against the doorframe of the singer’s room and watches as he sifts through his closet and dresser. 

“So why aren’t you with her right now?”

“She had to go pick up her sister, we’re meeting up later,”

“Is it official, then? I mean are you two...” 

Harry rubs a hand along the back of his neck and offers a shy smile in response. “I guess so,” 

“Well I’ll be damned!” his friend cheers, clapping him on the shoulder. “We have to celebrate. Jeff owes me twenty bucks,” 

“Mate—”

Mitch snickers with hands raised. “Kidding! Well, sorta. I actually said that she would turn you down at first,” 

Harry rolls his eyes and continues his search for the right shirt. “Ha ha. Listen, I need a favor,” 

“Anything.” 

“Jeff said that there’s a projector and fairy lights in the shed. I’m gonna need you to dig them out.” 

********

Alani parks in front of the mall and shoots her sister a text. Within a few minutes, Pua and her three friends bolt out of the entrance and climb into her backseat. 

“Buckle up,” she instructs the girls before pulling away from the curb. 

“Thank you,” Pua exhales, sinking into the seat. 

Alani gives her a reassuring wink and glances up to the rearview mirror to see her sister’s friends chatting giddily in the back. Her mind briefly wanders to less than an hour prior and the lingering warmth of Harry’s touch before her sister chirps up next to her. 

“What happened to your neck?” she asks with her nose scrunched. 

Alani’s brow creases in momentary confusion before her entire body heats up in realization. “Oh—uh, nothing,”

“Is that a—?”

“What do you guys wanna listen to?” Alani asks the backseat, avoiding her sister’s questions. 

“Wait, were you with—?”

One of the girls speaks up and Alani passes the aux cord over her head. Pua narrows her eyes and a smug grin spreads across her lips. 

“You were!” she accuses, hushed so her friends don’t hear. 

Alani shoots her younger sister a stern look and mouths the word “don’t,” but it’s no use. Her attention is stolen when the upbeat drums of a vaguely familiar pop song fills the entire car. 

“Oh you’re gonna love this one,” Pua laughs, bobbing her head along to the music that plays. 

Alani feels a strange sense of familiarity in the singer’s voice, but she’s having trouble placing it. She looks over to her sister for an explanation, but Pua simply wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. 

“It’s your boyfriend,” she smirks.

Yeah, so tell me girl if every time we 

Touch you get this kind of rush 

Baby say “yeah, yeah, yeah,” yeah, yeah, yeah

If you don’t wanna take it slow 

And you just wanna take me home

Baby say “yeah, yeah, yeah,” yeah, yeah, yeah

And let me kiss you

Mortification settles into the pit of Alani’s stomach, but a hint of amusement sneaks in as she pictures the various ways that she can tease Harry about this later. 

“Oh my God, could you imagine kissing them?” one of the girls, a redhead with freckles, muses in the back. 

“I think if I kissed Harry Styles, I could die happy.” sighs another one with round glasses. 

The third girl, a slender face with a full afro, chimes in with a dreamy look in her eyes. “Do you guys think he’s a good kisser?”

“Good question,” Pua plays along, turning to her older sister. “What do you think?”

Alani’s jaw tenses and she suddenly feels flustered under the pressure. Glimpses of spearmint and vanilla flood her memory, but she suppresses them and clears her throat. “How should I know?” 

Luckily, the three teenagers have already moved on from the subject and chat amongst themselves about other relevant topics.  

After the last girl has been dropped off at her house, Alani turns to her sister with a glaring look. 

“Before you ask—”

“Are you guys dating now?” Pua interrupts excitedly. 

Alani lets out an exasperated sigh and clutches the steering wheel to ground herself. “No. Well…I don’t know,”

“How was it?” her sister poses gently, a starry look in her eye. “Was he a good kisser?”

There’s a glimmer of eagerness in Pua’s expression that makes it hard for Alani to remain serious. A bashful smile spreads across her lips as she remembers the dreamy boy awaiting her return. 

“Yeah,” Alani confesses. “He was,”

“Oh my god!” her sister shrieks, enveloping her in a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you! This is perfect,”

Alani lets herself be excited for the first time since her feelings had been set free. Everything was still fresh and exhilarating, and while she couldn’t wrap her head around all of it, she was grateful for her sister’s enthusiasm. 

“It’s new,” Alani explains, sorting through the last couple of hours. “So there’s really not much to tell,”

“But you like him?” Pua clarifies. 

“Yes,”

“And he likes you?”

Alani shrugs coyly, thinking of the way that Harry had practically melted in her touch. “I think so.”

“Then what else matters?”

Pua’s words comfort the anxious turning in Alani’s stomach. If Harry feels even a sliver of the affection she has for him, then nothing else could truly ever matter in her world. 

********

Harry’s towel hangs low on his hips as he steps out of the shower. Immediately, he reaches for his phone to see if there are any new messages from Alani, but he deflates when her name isn’t on the screen. He checks the time and registers that three hours have passed since they had last seen each other, though it feels like days in his mind. Quickly, he dries off and steps into a pair of black jeans and a silky red overshirt, adjusting the silver chain with a cross pendant around his neck before slipping a few rings onto his fingers to complete the look. His hair is still damp, so he runs a blowdryer over it and adds a small amount of product—still getting used to the shorter style. Harry spritzes a bit of vanilla scented cologne onto the sides of his neck and takes a deep breath to quell the pounding in his chest. He checks his phone again, but there’s still no news from Alani, so he decides to reach out first. 

Harry: We still on for tonight?

He can hear ruckus emanating from the kitchen, undoubtedly the sound of his friends cooking dinner with a few drinks in their systems. His stomach rumbles when he realizes that all he’s had to eat was a sip of Alani’s warm smoothie. 

Alani: Yes, sorry! Had to cook for my sister but I’m free now :) 

He hums, his dinner plans most likely foiled. 

Harry: I take it you’re not really hungry then?

Alani: I could eat…

Harry grins and grabs the keys from his nightstand.

Harry: Be there in fifteen xx

Fifteen minutes—that’s all Alani has to fix herself up and look somewhat presentable for Harry. She darts around her room and picks out a flowy, black mini skirt with embroidered cherries and its matching cropped tank. Her hair is still a bit messy from not combing it after her bath, so she smoothes it out with some water and curl cream, hoping for the best. She finishes her look with a swipe of red tinted lip gloss across her full lips and honey scented lotion over her skin. By the time her quick routine is complete, she still has four minutes to spare and spends them pacing her room back and forth with deep breaths. Her phone dings two minutes later and she smiles at Harry’s punctuality. 

Harry: Am I allowed to meet you at your front door?

Alani’s heart melts at his consideration, so she quickly makes her way downstairs and decides to respond to him in person. Sure enough, he’s already waiting at the door with eyes wide as if he’d just been caught doing something that he wasn’t supposed to. 

“Wow,” Harry marvels, taking in her appearance. 

“You don’t look too bad, yourself.” Alani compliments, closing the door behind her and with a step forward. 

He clears his throat and offers his hand out to her, palm facing up. “Shall we?”

She accepts it happily and allows his fingers to slip between hers. They walk down the short path to the pink Cadillac waiting for them, glistening under the last bit of sunset. Harry opens her door first, then makes his way to the driver’s side before peeling out of the driveway. As they head to their mysterious dinner location, Harry’s hand wanders from the gear shift to Alani’s palm resting on her thigh. She interlocks their fingers and runs the pad of her thumb over the silver rose around his index finger, wondering all the while about its origin. 

“Hey, what’s with the ring?” she decides to ask, lifting their joint hands to support her question. 

“It was a gift from my mum,” Harry explains. “When I first went away on tour, she was bummed that she couldn’t be at every show to throw a rose on stage. So she gave it to me as a reminder that she’d always be cheering me on, no matter how far apart we were,”

Alani’s chest stirs at the sweet gesture, wishing suddenly that she had a face to put to the lovely woman in her mind. 

“I really like that,” she comments, studying the petals and intricate details. 

Harry glances over at the girl sitting in his passenger seat and thinks that he’d very much like for his mom to meet her someday, though under the right circumstances. He lifts their joined hands up to his lips and presses a soft kiss to her knuckles. 

********

As they pull into the studio, Alani immediately takes note of a giant white tarp hanging from the roof on one side of the building. 

“What’s that for?” she asks curiously, stepping out of the car. 

Harry offers his hand and motions for her to follow him inside. “It’s for the movie,”

“We’re watching a movie?”

“Yeah,” he smiles sheepishly. “Hope that’s okay,”

“It’s perfect,” Alani reassures him with a squeeze of his forearm. 

“I had the food delivered, too. Figured we could eat while we watch,”

When Harry unlocks the door, the unmistakable scent of Alani’s favorite Italian restaurant lingers around the room. She gasps at the sight of two take-out bags from Angelo's perched on the coffee table.

“How did you…?” she trails off with her mouth hanging agape. “That’s my favorite place,”

“Ravioli with extra sauce,” Harry smirks victoriously, taking both bags and retreating back to the door. He sends a telepathic “thank you” message to Pua for the suggestion. 

“Who told you?”

“A good journalist never reveals his source, you should know that,”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware that we were switching professions,” Alani follows with her eyes narrowed warily.

“But don’t expect me to serenade you or anything,”

Harry chuckles and places their meals in the back seat before opening Alani’s door for her. “Not even a little tune?”

“Maybe the alphabet song if you’re lucky,”

“I’ll take it,”

“Actually,” she snaps, settling into the passenger seat as she recalls one of his songs that Pua’s friends had introduced her to. “Maybe I do have a little something for you,”

Harry’s brows shoot up eagerly. “Well let’s hear it,”

Alani clears her throat and tries to wipe the mischievous grin from her lips, but the enthusiasm behind her date’s eyes makes it difficult to execute the joke. 

“Close your eyes, please,” 

“Why?” Harry laughs softly, a mixture of tenderness and amusement settling on his features. 

“I can’t do it with you looking at me,” Alani whines. “Just close ‘em!”

“Okay, okay, they’re closed,”

“No peeking,”

“Yeah, yeah,”

Alani takes a deep breath and tries to remember the tune that had been stuck in her head all afternoon.

“So tell me girl if every time we tou-ou-ouch, you get this kind of ru-u-ush,”

Harry’s eyes fly open and she can hardly contain her laughter, but she continues despite his interjections. 

“What’re you—?”

“If you don’t wanna take it slow and you just wanna take me home—”

“Is that—?”

“Baby say ‘yeah, yeah, yeah,’ yeah, yeah, and let me kiss you—”

“Where did you—?”

“You’re not even listening!” Alani teases through a fit of laughter. “I’m trying to dazzle you with my angelic singing, here,”

“I’m sorry,” Harry apologizes, his voice lowered as he leans in closer. “Please, continue,”

Alani drapes her arms around his neck and sighs. “That’s all I’ve got, sorry,”

“So much for ‘not a fan,’ huh?”

“It was my sister’s friends—”

“—Sure—”

“—It’s true!” Alani sustains with a playful shove. “You should’ve seen how swoony they got over you, it was kinda cute actually,”

Harry brushes a stray eyelash from her cheek and his mouth turns up softly at the edges. “I see,”

“They were wondering if you’re a good kisser, you know, because of the song and everything,”

“And…”

“And?”

“Well what’s the verdict?”

“I don’t know,” Alani ponders shyly, feigning indecisiveness. “I think I need to refresh my memory.”

Harry head shakes gently with his lower lip caught between his wide grin. He takes a minute to lightly graze the curve of her jaw with his thumb in an effort to convince himself that he isn’t, in fact, dreaming before he connects their mouths. Alani weaves one hand into the curls at the nape of Harry’s neck while the other keeps his palm anchored securely to the side of her face. She had never known a touch so warm or soft; so intoxicating, so safe. It was like an extension of her own body—a familiarity that she had unknowingly craved all along. And with a single kiss, every remaining brick in their emotional fortresses comes crumbling down, trampled under foot like sand. If the eyes were the window to the soul, then their lips were the door: inviting, welcoming, begging the other person to stay forever and evermore. 

Their foreheads meet as they reluctantly pull apart for air; the only sound is their synchronized breathing. The sun had sunken into the sea, but twinkling lights strung across a row of palm trees leaves them in a canopy of golden light. 

“So I think it’s safe to say,” Alani begins softly. “Ten out of ten would kiss again,”

Harry’s head bobs, interlocking their fingers. “I have to agree,”

The whirring of the movie projector disrupts their thoughts and turns their attention towards the screen. Alani’s eyes widen, curious to see what film Harry has chosen for the night. 

“Forgot that I put it on a timer,” he confesses. 

“Be My Baby” by The Ronettes starts over the speakers propped next to their car and Alani immediately recognizes the intro to her all-time favorite movie. 

“Dirty Dancing?” she cries, turning to him with an elated tug on his arm. “No way!”

Harry reaches for the food behind them, but keeps an eye on her to relish in the excitement. “Yes way, had to see what all the fuss was about.”

“You won’t regret it, promise.”

Alani slips her shoes off and hugs her knees to her chest, eyes falling from the screen ahead to Harry beside her. He was constantly finding new ways to exceed her expectations, and just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, he raised the bar to unimaginable heights. She wonders what life would be like if he hadn’t stumbled into the café and imagines all the other ways that their paths would have unintentionally crossed, unaware of the bliss that could exist between them. Luckily, Alani will never have to live in a world of such ignorance, a world where Harry’s name doesn’t fall from her tongue as naturally as her own. 

********

“I would have carried that watermelon for you,”

“How romantic,” 

“And I bet we could do that lift,”

“Not a chance,” Alani giggles lightly. “Don’t get any ideas,”

Harry exhales a defeated breath, running the back of his knuckles over Alani’s legs draped across his lap.

“Why not?”

“They probably practiced that for months and had Jennifer Grey rigged up to a wire or something,”

“Nah,” Harry contests. “That’s just what they want you to think so that you don’t try and upstage the actors. Happens all the time in Hollywood,”

Alani’s head turns. “Oh really? And you would know that because…?”

“Music industry, movies, it’s all the same,”

“Sure. So what did you think of the movie? It’s okay if you didn’t love it as much as The Notebook,”

Harry’s head leans against his fist as he studies Alani’s expectant eyes, deep umber and shining in the dim light overhead. They’re the same pigment as the soil after rain and full of just as much vitality. He’d never really had a favorite color, but he suddenly wanted to own every item in exactly the same shade of brown. 

“No, you were right,” he yields. “It’s way better,”

Alani curls into Harry’s side and her cheek rests against his shoulder. “Knew you’d like it,”

“You know me well,”

“I have a question for you,” she poses lightly. 

Harry presses a kiss to her hairline before his chin settles on the crown of her head. “Shoot,”

“How did you do all of this on such short notice?”

The task hadn’t been easy; it involved multiple bribes to each of his friends, though they would have done it for free, and a top secret phone call with Pua. The projector in the studio’s shed that exclusively played DVDs nearly threw a wrench in his entire plan, but Jeff volunteered to search every store on the island for a copy of Dirty Dancing until he emerged from the fourth shop triumphantly. Harry had even hunted down the Angelo from Alani’s favorite restaurant and convinced him to make her raviolis from scratch. He wanted everything to be perfect down to the most minute detail; after all, the girl that he had planned it all for would be. 

“With a little help from my friends,” he hums in the key of The Beatles. 

“Well,” Alani sighs with a feathery kiss to his cheek. “Best first date in the history of first dates,”

“Couldn’t agree more,”

“What was your worst first date?” she pries with a curious wiggle of her brows. 

Harry lifts his head to the glittery night sky above and thinks for a moment before an unpleasant memory resurfaces and makes his nose scrunch. 

“Year ten. There was this girl I really fancied and I practically begged her all term to go out with me,” he laughs lightly. “So she agreed on the very last day of school. A friend of hers was having this party that night and she invited me to tag along. I was so nervous, but you know, things were alright. Well, she disappeared randomly in the middle of the party to go get a drink or something, and when I went to look for her, I caught her making out with some other guy,”

Alani frowns. “I’m so sorry, that’s awful,”

“It’s alright,” Harry chuckles, unaffected. “Wasn’t meant to be. What about you?”

“Probably my freshman year of college,” Alani contemplates. “I was supposed to meet up with this guy that a friend had set me up with. But he was, like, an hour late to the restaurant and didn’t even seem to notice. Then we saw some boring action movie with exploding cars and he was texting on his phone the whole time. I left the theater to ‘go to the bathroom’ and never went back,”

Harry smirks. “Good for you! Sounds like a prick,”

“I honestly don’t know how he didn’t see it coming, I took the bag of popcorn with me,”

“Well it all worked out in my favor, so maybe I should say cheers to the poor sucker,”

Alani raises her bottle of cherry coke to the night sky. “Cheers to terrible first dates!”

“Maybe don’t say that so loud,” Harry suggests with a small laugh. “People might get the wrong idea,”

“Cheers to terrible first dates and this most excellent one!” she corrects. 

“Cheers!”

“I feel like there should be some big musical number and end credits now,”

Harry glances over with a peculiar look in the corner of his eye. “I have an idea,”

“What is it?” Alani questions skeptically. 

“Two words: the lift,”

“No!”

“Come on! Please?”

“You’re gonna hurt yourself. Or me,”

“I won’t,” Harry promises with puppy dog eyes. “Pretty please?”

Alani mulls it over, unable to ignore the kiss that he peppers to her shoulder. “Fine.”

********

“Just bend your needs and jump. I’ll catch you!”

Alani’s toes dig into the sand and her fists clench. Eight feet away at the opposite end of the beach, Harry stands with his arms open and back tall. 

“I’m scared,”

“Don’t be, I’ve got you,”

She takes a deep breath through her nose and exhales out her mouth. Her feet pick up into a jog, then a sprint, and her arms fly out on Harry’s command. Alani leaps and her hands find his shoulders, but she doesn’t get enough air for him to execute the lift. His arms brace her backside as her legs tangle around his waist, but he maintains his balance.  

“See! Gotcha,”

“Did I do it?”

“No,” Harry laughs, highly amused. “But almost! Try again,”

“Harry, I don’t think this is gonna work,”

“Yes it will, love, I believe in you,”

He kisses her nose and sets her back down, running an additional eight feet back. Alani huffs, but she jogs lightly again and springs into the air. Her abdominal muscles tighten in an attempt to strengthen her balance, but she wobbles and clings to Harry with a shriek. He stumbles a few inches and lets out a belly laugh. 

“See, that was better!”

“It was not!”

“At least your legs made it in the air that time,”

“Okay,” Alani pants lightly. “You had your fun,”

“One more try,”

“Harry—”

“Just one!” he pleads. “This is gonna be the one, I can feel it,”

Alani’s eyes pinch shut, but she remembers all of the hard work and sweet gestures that Harry had poured into this date. So much thought had been given to every miniscule detail in the hopes of making it a night that she would never forget. The least she could do was humor him. 

“Okay. Let’s go,” 

“You’ve got it!” 

Her heart pounds with determination as Harry beckons her to join him at the other end. She counts down under her breath before taking off at full speed, feeling the exertion of every muscle in her body. Alani plants her feet directly under her knees and hips, shooting straight up with her arms rooted firmly on Harry’s shoulders. Her heels lift higher and higher off the ground as if they were attached to a string and anchored to the moon. In her mind, she is as graceful as Baby Houseman herself, but the reality is far less picturesque. Harry’s hand slips and he staggers backward; his arms instinctively tighten around Alani’s waist and he brings her body flush with his to break her fall. A grunt escapes his lips as his back meets the sand with a thud, but he manages to crack a smile through his pained expression. 

“Oh my God!” Alani cries, immediately sitting up. “Are you okay?” 

Harry releases a slow, shaky breath. “‘M fine,” 

“Are you hurt?”

“Just a bruised ego,” 

She brushes the curls out of his face and holds back a giggle to no avail. “I’m sorry, it’s not funny,”

“Actually,” Harry coughs, slowly regaining his composure. “It kind of is,”

“We really almost had it that time.”

“S’not as easy as it looks.”

Alani’s head meets the sand parallel to Harry’s and her hand settles on his chest. She watches the rise and fall of his breathing for a moment before her eyes trail up to his. As if the entire night hadn’t already convinced her, this very moment dispels any lingering, microscopic doubt that choosing Harry had been the right decision. It was hard to believe that less than twenty-four hours ago, Alani had no idea how he felt about her or where they stood. But now, under the full moon and shining stars, Harry looks at her as if she is the only view worth admiring and it tells her more than any word ever could.

[vorish-egos]

Hot Sauce

Contains: Safe and Soft vore, G/T, slight foodplay

5 pages long

This wonderful fic was written by Mar from Vorish Egos server. All credit goes to them. Give them a lot of support and love. <3

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“Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and, uh welcome to the stream! I can see more people have joined in the past...10 minutes, oh my lord.” He leaned forward almost, his attention shifting from his computer monitor to the camera positioned on his desktop and back with the monitor displaying that of a live stream chat. Weeks prior from this stream, Mark had sent out a tweet asking fans which game he should re-play, since he hadn’t yet had Cyberpunk and he didn’t wish to spoil any future video plans so soon. He planned to do a live stream, just for a couple of hours to give fans what they wanted while interacting with them and allowing them a live reaction of him replaying an older game. Both you and Mark had seen that many people recommended Cuphead, which was quite ironic of the circumstances of the stream, and after counting most of the tweets it was decided that Cuphead was the winner. Fans could tell from Mark continuously running his hands through his hair and drafting one of his bright colored shirts that he’d been screaming and sweating quite a bit. You almost couldn’t stop yourself from laughing when Mark stormed up from his chair and off to another end of the room, yelling and threatening to throw his own headphones. Seconds after he’d sat back down and apologized to anyone that might’ve been listening while laughing all giddy through his entire apology. 

So where did you fit into this equation? How did you somehow wind yourself up in Markiplier's room during a stream?

Mark streamed a couple of days before the current stream and, being the supporter friend of him that you are, you decided you would send him tips or bits to help support the channel. Around the same time, he was holding a contest. He asked fans to send out dares that Mark should do through either tips or the chat and whichever one received more popularity would be decided for the current stream. Such as downing an entire bottle of hot sauce or dying his hair during the stream. Months before this, scientists released that shrinking tech had been perfected and released into the public and being sold as a small pill. For 24 hours, you’d been a few inches tall and immune to any kind of disease or danger to your body. Of course this kind of formula hadn’t been perfected and no one was quite sure if the tech itself would be stable enough to return a person’s height back to its normal state. But that wasn’t on your mind. You were almost positive fans would’ve been completely weirded out by your idea of a “dare” and simply ignored it entirely. 

You dared Mark to shrink you down and “vore” you on stream. It took him a few minutes before he noticed the message going through the chat box in his stream, almost being spammed by other fans who suddenly agreed with this odd idea. He laughed, quirking a brow as he usually did when he thought something strange and deep down, he knew you were joking. Yet fate decided differently when the population of two states and a county said yes to the dare. It was almost shocking to you how many fans had closeted vore fetishes and wanted to see Mark swallow someone alive. CaptainSparklez did it. Sean hadn’t done it yet but he said if Mark did it anytime soon then he would take his chances. Mark almost wanted to let his fans down, tell him that even if the idea seemed almost absurd to him but as more tests of the pill went on day by day, the more possible it was for Mark to gain possession of the pill himself. 

And here we were, you, his keyboard, and a bottle of hot sauce and salt laid against his desk as he glanced down at your little, 5 inch form. “Fuuuuck, I didn’t think everyone was excited about this one thing! I didn’t, I really didn’t. But I came prepared…” He lifted up the bottle of hot sauce and salt up to the camera, then he extended his hand out flat to desk for you to climb on. For the past 2 hours you were both attempting to get adjusted to Mark carrying someone small and you getting used to how nervous and unsteady his touch was at first. Now, as your bare feet gently pushed down against the palm of Mark’s hand he almost seemed to have stopped himself from flinching this time. His hand was steadier this time, the squishy skin of his palm accommodating to your little form. Making sure to be careful, almost concentrated, he lifted you up to the camera for everyone to see. 

You waved towards the monitor, fashioning a smile before letting out a smile giggle as Mark used a finger to gently pop at your tummy. “This is my friend (Y/N) and as many of you know, they started this whole...stream dare thing that I’m doin’ and, as you can see, no they are not CGIed or 3D printed. This is very much a real, living, breathing person in the palm of my hand right now oh my fucking god.” Mark gently placed you back down, awkwardly giggling again as he spoke and leaned forward, looking off to the side to giggle to himself and take everything in. Meanwhile Mark’s chat was blinking to life with replies, fans on one end sending Mark support and fans on the other end weirded out yet wanting Mark to start already. 

He noticed this, looking down as he let out a heavy sigh with a wide smile. “It’s been decided by the public that they want us to, uh, do this thing, you know? Are you ok? Are you sure about this?” You shrugged, unsure of yourself now that he was asking you before you explained to Mark that your heart was pounding but both from excitement and nervousness. He lifted his hand to you once more, this time reaching over and gently rubbing at your shoulder with his thumb to calm you down, which the action itself seemed odd but you made it known that you appreciated the sentiment anyway. “Alright guys, I guess let’s fucking do this!” He ran a hand through his hair once before taking a swig of water. He fingered with the bottle of hot sauce for a few seconds before he was ready, inviting you into the palm of his hand once more. You were in one hand, the bottle of hot sauce in the other one. “I really don’t know how people usually do this, but I think I’m supposed to taste you first and then make you more edible looking?” You shrugged, the both of you laughing awkwardly together but you more or so at Mark’s giggling. 

Hesitantly, Mark brought his open hand to his lips, your world of view already filled with so much of Mark’s face that now the only thing you could see was his mouth and the pores surrounding his cheeks. He exchanged glances with the desktop monitor, as if looking back and forth between you and his before only the tip of his tongue poked out of pursed lips. He gently poked you in the face with it, sending you into a fit of tearful laugh as your feet dangled out of his hand. He looked away, giggling awkwardly once more as he looked at you with a look full of embarrassment and mock hurt. “W-What am I supposed to do?! How am I supposed to do this?!” You wiped your eyes, gesturing to your body and expressing to Mark that you wanted him to lick you, for real. You made the comparison to that of a popsicle. You asked if he was able to get a taste of you. “No” he’d said in response, as if not wanting to agree with you but clearly having no choice. 

He brought you close to his face once again, leaning his face himself until he was almost leaning on top of you now. His lips encompassed your entire vision and you almost blushed red from the distance but you reminded yourself what you were doing. His lips parted, his tongue poking out a little more now from a mouth that was slightly ajar. You couldn’t catch a glimpse inside aside from his front rows of teeth you could see and the only thing that filled your vision at the moment was the wet, pink, almost wriggling muscle. It wasn’t at it’s full length, you knew this for sure and it seemed to be half your size already. Quickly but carefully, he gently slid his tongue from your chest up to your face, now covering it in more saliva. Instinctively, you had leaned away from the tongue and Mark had already finished pulling away as soon as you’d done this. He made a face, confirming that he was able to grab your taste now as he let the flavor dance around in his mouth. You questioned him about your taste, using your sleeve to wipe the wet substance from your face. “Kinda salty but really sweet. It’s so weird, it’s like...salty caramel almost. At least I know I won’t be needing this salt.” He giggled, moving the salt to another side of his desk and turning back towards you. 

He licked you once again, both of you still quite hesitant but more accepting of the touch. Then, he proceeded to uncap the bottle of hot sauce and gently sprinkle you in it. He took another swig of water and grunted awkwardly, checking up on the stream chat before he proceeded. “You guys ready? I’m gonna do it now…” He waited a few seconds, watching as the chat blinked to life like a heart palpitation with the answer “Yes.” He nodded a few times, now seeming quite nervous himself before you gently pat the palm of his hand. He looked back down at you with such care in his eyes, displaying how worried he was over your well being before you smiled. He nodded and took a deep breath, raising you up slightly above his head as he was prepared to take you in legs first. “This is gonna be so fucking weird…” He commented. You laughed and nodded, situating yourself differently so that now you too were ready. 

You watched as Mark’s lips parted, much wider this time than before as threads of saliva broke from the white pearls of his teeth. The angle that Mark was holding you above his mouth illuminated with the help of the ceiling nipple in the room, giving you a view of the dark, fleshy chasm sitting below you. Humid air wafted against your toes. The pink muscle pulsated under you, wriggling as if preparing to accept it’s next snack. Right in the back you could just make out the vibrating silhouette of the red chandelier, surrounded by dark, fleshy walls of pink and red. Squinting almost allowed you to catch a glimpse of the back of Mark’s throat, your vision beckoning you to travel to except that the back of Mark’s tongue blocked you from seeing the entrance of his throat. The salivating chasm soon came forward, his lips gently closing around your ankles and sealing them with the fleshy, pink mass. Here goes nothing. You squirmed a bit, laughing a tad bit as his tongue licked hesitantly at the bottom half of your legs. He licked and licked, the tongue exploring any exposed skin and cleaning away the hot sauce and also continuing to tickle at you before his lips parted once more. 

The two of you sensed that he couldn’t taste your ankles for long and had to keep going with the process at hand. You could see your legs and toes, glistening with saliva as you began moving downward and more towards his mouth. He moved you closer until his lips closed around your hips, your legs sliding along the tongue as more of you entered his mouth. He licked at you and the hot sauce, somehow being able to find your taste that the muscle was searching for even through your clothes. He occasionally looked from you to the stream chat and back until he only kept eye contact with you, making sure that you were ok through the entire process. He wasn’t used to having something in his mouth without chewing it but you were both trying something new. He held you there for a second like that, swallowing down any excess saliva before proceeding. The tongue shifted under your legs, lifting them up and giving you a sense of close you were to the back of his mouth. You guessed that you must’ve been three feet, at your height, from going toe to toe with the pink chandelier in the back of Mark’s mouth. You started taking into account how big you probably were, the wriggling muscle under you practically a small blanket.

More of your body was brought into his mouth, his tongue extending out and helping to take more of its prey inside as Mark hummed almost happily and his lips closed around your upper abdomen. He seemed to be enjoying your taste more than he’d let on before and his mouth seemed to be producing more saliva at a surprising rate as he swallowed every few seconds. He almost seemed to be sucking at your body, clearing the hot sauce off and grabbing at your taste the best he could. If you wiggled your toes, you could feel something fleshy and circular almost tap them in response. When he’d grunt at this in response, you didn’t have to second guess that your toes were face to face with his uvula. He’d have to...start swallowing you by now. He seemed distracted, almost absorbed by the taste consuming his tongue entirely but he looked at you and knew what you were thinking. 

He nodded, gently tapping you with a finger and you tapped him back to signal that you were ready. He swallowed once more, though this time he made sure to take extra care in bringing your feet along the trip with the excess saliva and hot sauce. You could feel it, your legs squeezed up against the roof of his mouth and his tongue pushing your feet against the uvula this time until something below clamped around your ankles and pulled at them. His throat. Glk. He swallowed once again and he opened his mouth once more, the tongue stretching out and slipping under you as both worked together to lift you into his mouth. Soon, only your hands stuck out past his lips as you watched your thighs be sucked up by Mark’s throat. You barely had time to gather your surroundings a little more as Mark’s head turned and faced the camera. He gave the audience a glimpse of his little snack before closed and left you in humid, wet darkness. 

More comfortably now his tongue licked and prodded at your body, cleaning away at the remaining hot sauce and sucking your taste onto his taste buds. Glrk. The tongue lifted you up and your hands were now sucked into his mouth, teeth clamping shut and now completely locking you inside of his mouth. Mark grunted, cocking his head back slightly as he placed a finger against his throat. You wriggled slightly, attempting to get more comfortable as your body was dragged down towards Mark’s epiglottis, now less of you within the confines of his mouth and the rest of you travelling down towards his..stomach. His stomach, your final destination. You gently rubbed and pat at the tongue, using the chance you had now to feel at it best you could. Not only were you teasing Mark but the muscle felt so strange and alive under you that it seemed like another living organism entirely. Gluck. You felt Mark exhale against you, understanding that this was it as he took one large, hard swallow.

Your body was sucked into Mark’s throat, the back of your brushing against his uvula as he tried his best not to vomit with how large you were and with how horrible his gag reflex was. The good thing was that with the way he positioned his head, gravity assisted him alongside the amount of saliva the hot sauce helped his mouth produce. You almost saw it impossible that your eyes were open the entire time, seeing the last moment silhouettes of the tongue and those rows of teeth behind sealed lips even with a saliva drenched face. You sank, your body being pulled into Mark’s and making the tight, slick journey down his gullet. Mark kept that finger against the bulge you made against his Adams apple until the little bulge and he gulped against, exhaling heavily.

You could hear it, the wet slickness of his muscles working on hugging your body down to it’s final destination. The gurgling and groaning from the stomach that anxiously awaited it’s large, new snack. The rhythmic, almost melodic beating of Mark’s heart as you passed it on the trip. Then a sphincter opened up below your feet and your body was deposited into a fleshy, warmer chamber as you slipped into his stomach. On the outside Mark felt this, gulping to help ease you down his throat the entire way as he hadn’t usually swallowed something as large as you nor had he really prepared himself outside of a banana. He sat back in his desktop chair, placing a hand against his stomach once he felt you slide inside. The stomach walls immediately pressed themselves against your body, the space hugging you even though it wasn’t too cramped. You squirmed, Mark letting out a surprised giggle as you situated yourself into a more comfortable position within the dark space. 

Mark placed a hand against your little form, feeling every inch of you wriggling and squirming inside of you. He smiled wide, eyes squinting as he stood up slightly from his chair and attempted to take in the feeling. He laughed, looking towards the stream chat in awe. “Wooooooah, this is so fucking weeeeird.” His voice verberated and echoed through the darkness like a loud speaker and you chuckled, touching and feeling at the walls around you. “Duuude, can you hear me in there?” You responded by gently tapping one of his stomach walls, then lightly pushing since you doubted he would’ve been able to feel you in there. He giggled once more, rubbing back in response. You asked him if he could hear you. “It’s so weird, I can hear you but you’re so muuuffled. Guys this is so weird, I have to step away for a bit I’m so sorry…” Mark put a hand up to his mouth and let out a small belch, loud enough for the viewers to hear. He laughed, embarrassed but too engrossed in the feeling of a living person inside his belly to care. 

Mark had now left the desktop and off into another room, settling down somewhere comfortably with a hand still on your tiny form. You sat there with him for a while, Mark beginning to rub at his stomach and rub at your little form. The two of you shared your experiences of being eaten alive by Mark and you each laughed it off, now forgetting how nervous and embarrassed you were. Soon, Mark had returned to the stream after a few minutes and apologized to his fans for the inconvenience. He continued Cuphead, his gameplay much calmer this time during the stream as he would occasionally look down at you, calmly sleeping and enjoying the confines of Mark’s stomach as much as he was. Maybe this experience wasn’t so bad. 

[theyanderespecialist]

Control (One Shot) Angel Dust X Marie OC (Hazbin Hotel) (Yandere)

(Marie's POV)

I was dancing on the pole and moving flawlessly. I wink at the guys when it is time for my break. I smirked and went to the bar and sit next to angel.

Immediately my proper posture slumped as I let out a groan. "ugggggggggggggggg I'm so tired...I feel like I got six different STDs from that pole." I said looking at him as I raised my hand for a drink

The bartender gets a drink. "Val really needs to have those poles clean." He agrees but seemed more bummed out than normal.

I stopped as I looked at him. "Ange? Everything okay?" I asked as I turned in my chair fully to look at my friend.

"I just it been a long week, hitting me hard especially since I am now trying to get clean, I wish just once I could be in control and choose who I sleep with and take the lead. Not be a toy for demons to use a cum dumpster."

He tells me and sighs.

I looked at him, my lips turning to a frown as I take his hands in mine. "Ange..How much you owe? I can pay for it, you can take some weeks off--."

"No, No I can't."

"t-Then tell me what you want, I'll do it yeah?" I said.

(she probably thinking he'd ask for like..her to pay for his food for a week XD

(XD How wrong she was)

"I want to be in control of sex but I cannot ask that of you." He says and I bite my lip.

"Let's do it then." I say blushing with a smile.

'huh?"

I looked away. I never actually had sex yet.. But Angel was a friend. "I-I said let's do it. ah unless you don't want to have sex with me that's okay I mean I don't even know your orientation, but for this week, you can order me to do things, it doesn't even have to be sexual, just give you that control." I said smiling. "we'll start now." I said smiling as I sat waiting.

"Let me kiss you?" He seemed to be asking I nodded and closed my eyes

(He XD he didn't waste any time XD)

(XD)

I lean in as I wait as it seemed like minutes passed before feeling his lips on mine quickly.

(she just is trying to help a friend XD)

(XD she a good friend)

I gasp but kiss back and we start making out. His tongue slips in my mouth. I smiled as I would admit it was..it was a bit embarrassing to do so in public but I was happy he seemed to be enjoying himself..but he soon pulled away as I open my eyes.

He was grinning ear to ear. "I been wanting to do that since I met you, you taste sweeter than I thought~"

I felt my face burning as I could only let out a squeak but I mean, he seemed so much happier.

(See, you just gave him 7 days of control. girl XD)

"Your shift almost over?" He asks.

"Yeah It is." I say and he smirked and picked me up bridal style.

I let out a noise of shock as I grabbed him as he smirked.

"Good, is it okay if I stay at your place--" he stopped himself in that question. "actually, I'm going to stay at your place." he said.

(time skip)

I sigh as I get in already seeing the lights on as I smiled again. Knowing Angel was happy and seemed so confident, it made me proud.

I make it inside but then see roses on the floor leading to the bedroom where romantic music was playing.

(Damn angel XD Talk about romance XD)

I look inside as I see Angel. "Angel?" I asked as he smirked at me.

"Hey there, well don't just stand there~" he said as I walked in.

"Today is my last full day I want you to be my first time with a woman where I am in control and I want to be your first and I will." He says. "Strip for me beautiful."

(and what he's failing to mention is..he's also her only XD and I think he knows at this point XD she's not going to be taking control XD

(XD This is the final test XD)

I blushed. I mean really all he's asked for is kissing, maybe sneaking a grope in once or twice, this was the first real sexual charged order..but I was excited.

I walked in, putting down my purse as I shrug off my coat, I smiled at him, going over and standing right in front of him as I pull off my shirt, letting my hands run along my breasts as I unhook my bra, leaning in as I pull down my skirt and my panties as I go to remove my stockings. "No, I think you should keep them on." he said as I stop and smile.

(oh he one of those kinky guys XD he ain't into feet..but he into thigh high stockings)

(XD)

I nodded my head and he tells me to get on my knees. I blush but nod and fall to my knees in front of him.

"Crawl to daddy~" He says and I blush but do so and Then her smirked as I was in front of him. "Pull down my underwear with your teeth~"

I blush darkly as I shudder as I get his boxers in my mouth with a good grip as I managed to pull them down, my face red and my heart hammering as his cock sprang free.

"Show daddy how much you love him~" He says and I nod and take his cock in my hands and got him fully hard then lick up from the base to tip.

He let out a groan. "Good girl~ Keep going~" he said as I kiss the head, going back down as I lick at his cock kissing the shaft, leaving my red lipstick marks all over.

(I mean he's gonna love her complimenting and worshiping his body XD)

(XD yup)

He groaned and stroke my hair praising me saying how good I was it made me feel warm.

I take his head into my mouth as the stroking quickly turned to gripping my hair as I ran my tongue over his slit, immediately tasting his precum, and while I would not add it to my favourite tastes, or anything similar..I still pulled away and looking him in the eyes. "Y-You taste so good~" I purr, immediately going back down again, this time taking more in my mouth.

He moaned and started to fuck my mouth not going to far to my throat he was a considerate lover. I see he like the control of choosing the pace. Soon I feel him twitching in my mouth and he cums in it hard. I swallow as much as I can and lick up what is left on his cock. I pant as I look up at him, my hands still stroking his cock.

"Get on the bed and spread your legs~" He says and I nod and do that. He smirked and got something out.

"I want you to be able to choose me for your virginity because your in love with me." He clicked the strapon into place. "But that does not mean you cant peg me.

He flicked a witch and a vibrator on my clit went off. I moaned and gasped loudly.

"I am going to ride you like a horse~" He says. "The faster I ride you the more it vibrates~"

(Made this sex toy up but man do we need it in real life XD)

(Angel be in control but he want you to choose him for him not for a promise you made he is a bit like me in that regard XD)

(XD yup)

(XD sniff Sniff SNIFFFFFF! I smell a part two XD)

I let out a moan as he climbed on top of me. He wasn't heavy at all actually.

"A-Ange--"

"Call me daddy~" (stolas that you jk XD)

I felt my face turn red as I let out a moan as he slowly sank down, the pressure pushing it into my clit more. "D-Daddy..I-I..I-I love you."

He froze and stared at me and then kissed me deeply. "I love you too~ Will you be mine, I will get clean for you and I will leave the hooker business I just want you."

I kiss him back as I smile. "Y-Yes I will--" I was cut off by another kiss as I feel him starting to move as I moan into the kiss as did he as he pulled away as my hands start to stroke his cock while he rides me.

I loved this and it felt so good. I moaned loudly as he sped up and I gave him all the praise. We whisper sweet nothings into each others ears and soon those changed to moans and pants the room being filled with them and the sound of skin slapping. I moaned as I tried to thrust up, I didn't want him having to do all the work.

(Angels pov)

I moaned flipped us over. She looked at me and I smirked.

"Fuck me beautiful~"

She looked at me for a second before she smirked as she kissed me before getting on her knees, thrusting into me as I feel her bite my shoulder, something a lot of them do, but she wasn't doing it to just do it. She wasn't trying to make me bleed, she just was trying to make me feel good as she would suck on the spot as her one hand gripped my waist gently, the other pumping my cock as I let out a moan.

"D-Does it feel good?" she asked. She sounded so worried that I didn't like it. (I mean yeah XD that's literally me in any sexual situation, ask if they like it like a hundred times)

(XD)

"I love it is perfect~ You do not need to hold back baby~" I moan. "I won't break~"

I was happy though as she gripped a little harder as she thrusted into me as she bit me once more, a little harder, leaving a small faint mark. It was such a turn on. I was still in control but she was also not treating like I would break. She then started to hit my prostate and I cried out she did it so well I came hard and as I shook around the vibrating cock strapon she came as well and fell on me.

"Your mine now~" He says and kisses me deeply.

She nodded and yawned. "All yours~" She purrs.

I smirked. I will make her mine after a nap for us. She earned a rest~

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Come Over | Elijah Mikaelson

Hey Lovelies! This is my first post on this profile! If you're curious feel free to pop over to my other handle: @sweetpeasgirl where i write for riverdale! However this blog is for all fandoms! It's all very exciting and I am happy to take on a new project. Anyway this is my first time writing for Elijah/TVD/TO so I hope its good! Also my first smut oh no oh god. Lemme know what you think!

Description: Based on the song "Come Over" by Sam Hunt. Y/n finds out Elijah Mikaelson is a vampire in the worst way possible. She freaks out and runs. Elijah follows after. It comes to a crossroads at her apartment.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!! NSFW, Smut (oral female receiving), 18+ (I feel obligated to say it ;) )

Word count: 3413

Tags: fluff, some angst, SMUT

(Photos not mine but mood board is :) )

I turn the TV off, to turn it on again

Staring at the blades of the fan as it spins around

The clock on your nightstand reads 11:34. The remote control is heavy in your hand. Nothing on the TV is interesting to you even slightly right now. Your room is sweltering and dark. Your bed is a mess, the comforter crinkled and shoved to the foot. Messy beds are always more uncomfortable. Any day but today you would care.

You glance down at your phone, not surprised in the slightest to see another missed call. That makes 22. Almost a new record. Two more and he’ll start a new one. That’s just his type. Persistent. It’s why you fell in love with him. He didn’t give up. You sigh and block the call, placing the phone face down on the nightstand. Your whole body feels hot.

Clicking again on the remote, you come across a reality show. It's trashy, the accents are harsh, it screams “daddy’s money”. It’s perfect. Maybe it’ll be enough to take your mind off of the events of this evening. Off of him. The girl on the show runs into the arms of a handsome man. You turn the TV off almost as fast as you had turned it on.

You had been picturing tonight in your head for a week. The Mikaelson Ball. Dining and dancing and elegance. Nothing your usual life regularly allowed. It was supposed to be special. The invitation alone was magnificent enough to make you swoon. The dress had almost made you faint. The necklace did. It was all perfect. He was perfect. And then it wasn’t.

Your phone buzzes again on the nightstand. You forgot to turn it off. Or maybe you left it on purpose. Your head feels fuzzy, though, and you don’t want to think about it. You wish his face would get out of your mind. Your eyes drift to the fan above you and you try to count the blades as they go around and around. You lose track easily, and you don’t care. It doesn’t do anything to soothe your molten skin.

Counting every crack, the clock is wide awake

Talking to myself, anything to make a sound

You pick the phone up once more, ready to scream at it. Every part of you feels like it's on fire and seeing his name on the screen pushes you over the edge. You don’t know what you did to get tangled in all of this but you’re ready to claw your throat out. Instead, you throw the phone as hard as you can against the pile of comforters. It stops buzzing but your skin is still sticky. You feel sick to your stomach.

“Why did you pick me, why couldn’t it have been someone else,” your tone is harsh but it’s not like he can hear you, “it hurts Eli. Make it stop. Please!”

Your voice is barely a whisper and it turns to cries quickly as the anger dies out. All you can see, swirling around the depths of your mind, are his fangs. The way his brown eyes died to a blackness. The stark veins against his sculpted cheeks. He had looked every bit as beautiful as ever. Still elegant, still handsome. Still Elijah. But dark. Dangerous. That’s what scared you. Elijah was still Elijah when he was ripping a heart from a chest.

It felt like a blur when you saw it. One minute he had his hand on the small of your back. You had been taking a stroll in the garden. It was like nothing you had ever seen before. Beautiful hedge walls and roses of all different colours and a magnolia tree like you had only ever imagined. The moon wasn’t quite full over your heads. He was finally about to kiss you, something you had been silently pleading for for months now. Before his lips could touch yours, though, there was a hand around your throat. It had squeezed to the point of you almost passing out before Elijah had time to rip you away from your attacker. You didn’t see him move, you just saw his hand break through the mans sternum and rip his beating heart out of his chest. As soon as you saw his face, his eyes, you bolted.

“I’m scared, Eli. I miss you. I’m scared that I miss you and a thousand other things. I need you.”

You look at the dress hanging on the back of your door. At one point it was a delicate, pale pink number. It had off the shoulder straps that, really, had no point but were beautiful. There was satin cream ribbon to lace up the back and the sweetest of sweetheart necklines. Now it was splattered in blood, the satin ribbons stained. One of the sleeves had ripped when you ran. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever owned and it was ruined in less than an hour. Fairytales were supposed to end at midnight, not nine o'clock.

“I wish you would come over.” You mean it.

You just want him to explain. To show up and sweep you off your feet and tell you that he won’t hurt you. You shouldn't even need the reassurance. You know him. That's your Elijah. Somewhere deep down you know that. But it's not making you any less afraid right now. He had been protecting you, but no one has ever ripped out a heart for you before. You’re allowed to be afraid of new things. You’re allowed to be afraid of things that are frightening. That’s what being human is. You still feel like a traitor, though, when you feel afraid of Elijah.

Your voice is silent in the darkness, “I wish you could hear me. Come over, Elijah.”

Your phone beeped. You pick it up in time to read the screen. Call ended.

I told you I wouldn't call, I told you I wouldn't care

But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere

Call ended. Call ended 12:43. Twelve minutes and forty-three seconds. Elijah had been on the phone with you for almost thirteen minutes. Crap.

You think about how far away the Mikaelson mansion is from your apartment. Twenty minutes tops, and that’s your driving. Elijah’s driving? Ten, if you’re lucky. You could try to reason with yourself. Maybe he hadn't heard you. Maybe he doesn't want to see you. Maybe he hung up because he got tired of hearing you whine. You can’t help the dry laugh that falls from your lips. It’s Elijah. You probably only have five minutes now.

You jump to your feet and begin making your bed, your pulse thumping loud once more in your ears. He’s been in your apartment before, but that was when he was just Elijah. Not the Elijah with fangs and black eyes. Now he’s different. Mysterious. Who knows what he’s seen. What he’s done. You never thought your apparent was shabby by any means but would he? You know your life can’t compare to the wonders he’s most definitely seen.

You move to the kitchen, which is, by default, the living room as well, and begin picking up mugs and newspapers and anything else out of order that you can see. You sneak a quick glance out your kitchen window, into the parking lot below, just in time to see a sleek black car speed into one of the only available spots left. You can hear the engine purr from your fourth floor apartment. You know exactly whose car that is and thus aren't surprised when Elijah Mikaelson steps out from the drivers side and slams the door shut, not even bothering to lock the door. You gasp at the bang the metal makes and his head whips up, his eyes locking with yours from the ground.

You close your eyes for just a second. There's no way he could have heard that. When you look back to the ground, he’s gone. Before you can sigh there's a knock at the door.

I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over

You move to the door but you don’t open it. You place your palm on the wood trim and try to picture the man on the other side. He’ll look like Elijah. He’ll smell like Elijah and probably talk like Elijah, too. But is he still the same Elijah?

“Y/n, I know you’re there, open the door. Please?” His voice sounds the same, his accent penetrating the barrier between you and tickling your ears.

“Elijah,” your voice is but a whisper and you know you should be the only one who can hear it, “I’m scared.”

“I know, love, that’s ok. I won’t hurt you, though, and I need you to open the door. I just- I need to see you,” his voice cracks, just barely but it’s there.

That’s all it takes for you to slide the lock and open the door. In front of you, for the second time tonight, is a man you don’t recognize. He doesn’t have fangs and his eyes are his usual deep brown but they look shattered. His hair, usually styled to perfection, is a mess, like he had been running his hands through it for the past few hours. His suit jacket is gone, leaving him in slacks and the dress shirt he had been wearing at the ball, only now it’s untucked and the sleeves are rolled haphazardly up his arms. Elijah Mikaleson looks disheveled and you’re terrified again because this Elijah, hurt and upset, looks further from himself than the Elijah from the garden.

“Eli-”

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. God, I’m so fucking sorry,” his voice shakes as he stands in your doorway, “please let me explain, baby.”

You swallow at his words. Baby. That's new.

“Eli, you know you can come in whenever you want,” your eyes look to the ground, feigning interest in the knots of your hardwood floor.

“I want to hear you say it,” you can feel his eyes burning into your lowered head, “I need to hear that you want me to come in, Y/n.”

This time it’s your voice that breaks, “of course I want you to come in Elijah.”

He sighs and steps over the threshold, standing mere feet away from you. You feel so small next to him in nothing but a pair of plaid sleep shorts and plain tank top. Your bare feet, for the first time since getting home, are cool against the floor.

He reaches to touch you and you flinch away, “baby, god, no. Please don’t be afraid.”

Your chest aches at the scared look in his eyes and all you want to do is run into his arms but you need answers.

“What happened back there, Elijah?” You feel pathetic at how quiet your voice still is.

“He wanted to hurt me, torture me. And he knew he couldn't. So he went for you, because he knew I would retaliate,” his eyes land on yours and you can see that he still wants to rip that man limb from limb, “he was a werewolf, Y/n. He wanted you dead, I had to do it.”

He sinks to his knees, his voice dropping lower and lower until the last words are just whispers. His words ring in your ears again. Werewolf. A werewolf wanted you dead. You felt faint.

“Why was a,” you say the word carefully, “werewolf trying to hurt you?”

“Because I'm a vampire, Y/n,” his voice breaks fully this time.

You don’t know what to do. Not with the rapid beating of your heart nor the new information you’ve just acquired and especially not with the crying Mikaelson on his knees in your hallway. Your Elijah, the man who pulls your chair out at restaurants and opens your doors and always has a hand on you when you’re around his brothers, is a vampire. You’re not even sure what that means, there are so many questions running through your mind. You want to ask each and every one of them but, seeing the man in front of you, somehow now doesn’t feel like the right time.

Your heart flutters looking at Elijah. His hands are in his hair again, pulling desperately on the strands. Your heart falls into a thousand tiny pieces at the sight. How can you be afraid of someone being so openly vulnerable to you. No man has ever gotten on his knees for you. No one has ever begged on their knees for you. It’s breathtaking, all you need to push yourself into him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“You should be terrified of me y/n,” he chokes into your chest, “I’m not good for you. I'm a monster, baby.”

His words shred at your heart. You run your fingers through his hair, smoothing the soft locks beneath your fingers.

“No you’re not. You're still my Elijah.”

His head lifts from your chest and he captures your eyes with his serious ones. He looks awestruck.

“Your Elijah?” His accent is even thicker with all the emotion.

You smile for the first time in many hours, “of course, Eli.”

He sweeps you up and into his arms so quickly you get dizzy. Before you know what’s happened, he has you sat on your kitchen island and he’s standing between your legs. Your arms are still clinging tight to his neck while his hands hang dangerously low on your hips.

“And you’re mine, Y/n.”

His words makes your body sing, “All yours.”

He closes his eyes, his hands tightening deliciously on your hips, “say it again. Please, baby.”

“I’m yours Elijah. I’ve always been yours.”

His lips crash hungrily onto yours. He wraps his arms around your lower back and you tangle your legs around his waist to avoid falling off the countertop. He kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down harshly before soothing the sting with his tongue. You're enamoured with this side of Elijah. You’ve seen his gentleman side, it was magnificent, but this side of him? It was everything you didn't know you needed.

He pulls back, only putting a fraction of space between your bodies but it feels like too much, “please don’t run from me again.”

Your lips brush his when you speak, “Never, Eli.”

He pulls your mouth back to his, a hand tangled in your hair tugging gently at the roots. You can’t but moan against his lips and squeeze your legs around his waist. You grab blindly at his shirt, trying desperately to undo the buttons. Your fingers fumble and he chuckles into your mouth. He releases you to pull his shirt off, dropping it mindlessly on the floor, his lips never leaving yours.

His chest is sculpted like the finest marble and you can’t resist running your hands over his skin. He feels strong under your fingertips. He lets out a groan as you slide them back to his shoulders to the nape of his neck. His lips move over your jaw, down your neck, kissing and sucking a trail to your throat.

His hands grip the edge of your tank top bunching the material in his fists, “may I?”

Always the gentleman.

You nod your head before the words can leave your mouth, “please.”

He smirks, his eyes shining, as he begins pulling the tank top tantalizingly slow up your chest. You raise your arms over your head with his movements, lowering them back to his torso when he drops your shirt with his. His chocolate eyes meet yours again, seeking permission. You can’t fight the small smile as you nod. His smile that greets yours is breathtaking.

His eyes flick down, taking in your bare chest like a child in a candy store. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, much like he did to yours only moments ago. His hands slide up the curve of your waist, trailing a new kind of fire wherever he touches. His thumbs graze the sides of your breasts and you just barely stop the moan, closing your eyes to regain the little control you have left.

“I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again, you’re stunning Y/n. Absolutely beautiful.”

Before you can process it, his mouth is around your breast, pulling your nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. It sends a spark of electricity to the deepest part of your stomach, building an ache that you’ve felt before but stronger. Blinding. It’s white hot. You don’t try to stop the moans, you don’t want to. His tongue swirls around your breast, teasingly slow, making you feel every little movement. It’s dangerously addictive.

“Elijah,” you breath his name like oxygen.

His lips let you go, moving down your chest, trailing kisses down your abdomen, pulling praises from your lips as he goes. His eyes find yours when he sinks to his knees for the second time tonight. His hands grasp your shorts, covering your hips easily. You’re a wanton mess in front of him, practically fully undone from the simplest of touches.

“What do you want me to do, baby, you have to tell me what you want.” It's good to know he’s breathless too.

“Eli, I-” you moan as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, sucking gently at the skin, his eyes still locked on yours, “I want you.”

He pulls his lips back, “you want me to do what, baby?”

You groan at the devilish smirk on his handsome face, “I want you to kiss me!”

“As you wish.”

He pulls your shorts off first, slowly dragging them down your legs, kissing all the way down and back up again. When you're left in nothing but your panties he presses the first kiss to you. It’s hot and sends shocks throughout your entire body.

“More, now. Please, Elijah.”

He chuckles but does as told, pulling the remaining material down your legs before hooking your legs over his muscular shoulders. He wastes no time attaching his lips to your sex, sucking delightfully. He swirls his tongue over your clit, stoking the fire building in your stomach. He drags his tongue down your slit for what feels like an eternity before he plunges into you. You throw your head back and close your eyes, mumbling praises into oblivion. You can feel his eyes on you, soaking up every inch of you.

Your hands find his hair again, not seeming to want to be apart from him, “god.”

“That's not my name, baby,” he mumbles against you, stopping his ministrations.

You open your eyes and lock them with his waiting ones, drawing his name out in your best attempt at being seductive, “Elijah.”

His eyes darken but this time you aren't scared. No, this time his eyes make him look dominant. Sexy. His tongue attacks your clit again only this time faster and hungrier. It makes the fire in your stomach white hot. He’s unrelenting, bringing you closer to the edge with every pass of his tongue. He's pouring everything he has into pleasuring you and you can feel it, literally. You squeeze your thighs around him tighter, ready to explode

“Come for me, baby.”

With that you fall into something you’ve heard about but never thought possible. All you can see, all you can feel, is Elijah. He consumes all of your senses as you fall apart, over and over again, under his touch. In the midst of falling apart you catch Elijah’s eyes and fall all over again. He looks like he’s in pure bliss watching you come undone because of him. You know in all your falling you murmur his name more than once. You know that he loves it.

As you come down from your high, you go to unwrap your legs from his neck, only to have him wrap you around his waist and pick you up. You can’t help but giggle at his determined look.

When he starts walking toward your bedroom you ask, “what’s on your mind, Eli?”

“Round two,” you giggle again when he kisses your forehead.

“I'm glad you came over, Elijah.”

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Incantation of Incineration

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Ok so this work is inspired by an INCREDIBLE fanart I've been blessed to see, do yourself a favor and check it out too - > https://twitter.com/NxngOna/status/1386048795595743239 Mwah, perfection Anyway, rating is M, so beware.

(It's also quickly cobbled together because its a heat-of-the-moment thing, so forgive me if you find mistakes :> I'm far from perfect.)

This had to work.

No, who was she kidding, this wouldn’t work.

It never did, no matter how hard Mikasa tried, how deeply she dug in the library, how much she searched on the internet. Magic was a myth, and it would never work, which saddened the goth girl to no end.

She was fascinated by the supernatural ever since she could remember, devouring magazines, tv-shows or books dedicated to the topic with unhealthy speed. Maybe she was a tiny bit obsessed, but that was okay. Her parents didn’t mind, as long as she kept her grades up, and because Mikasa was very bright that was not hard to achieve. In her free time she kept experimenting, she kept trying, she kept searching for a way to make it work.

To no avail.

No ritual worked. No spell changed anything. No incantation had any effect. Still, she wouldn’t give up. It carried her through high school and it stuck with her in college too. To Mikasa it didn’t matter that goth went out of style, that magic was a forgotten thing for all of her classmates. It was an ethereal thing, bigger than life, something that enhanced the mundane and boring existence.

And today, her faith was rewarded.

Mikasa was studying in a library by herself, having an exam coming up, when her session was interrupted. A small girl appeared, hair shadowing her eyes and an enigmatic smile on the youthful face.

“Hello,”, she said, “Do you like black magic?”

“I.. Uh…”, nervous, the goth pushed an unruly bang that escaped her pigtails behind one pierced ear, “Why do you ask?”

A frown entered her features when Mikasa realized that this was a college library, no place for a small girl.

“Wait, who are you? Where are your parents?”

The girl ignored all this, rudely.

“If you do like magic…”, she leaned closer, “Check the “Worlds Religions” section, the third row.”

“What are you talking about? H-hey!”

Not answering, the girl turned and walked away, disappearing between the bookshelves. Completely dumbfounded,  Mikasa sat for a while, wondering what kind of strange experience this was. Honestly, she should ignore that. It was a child, probably making fun of her because of the way Mikasa dressed. It meant nothing.

Maybe.

Most likely.

But what if…

“Screw it.”, two words that fell from between the goth’s lips and she was putting her stuff back in the bag, throwing it over her shoulder, and walking towards the religion section.

Deftly, her fingers ran along the covers as she searched, taking care that none of her rings scratched the books. Third row, was it? Eyes sliding over one book and then the next, Mikasa felt an uneasiness in her stomach upon finding nothing. It was a joke then. The girl….

Here.

This book didn’t belong here. Sure, it had a cross on the front, but that was the only marking. No title, no text, no explanation, only black leather and silver cross imprinted into it. Looking left and right, Mikasa made sure that she’s alone before grabbing the book and opening it, eyes widening immediately.

There were spells scribbled on the pages, strange words that made sense to her only because of the life-long obsession with the occult. Not that Mikasa didn’t see books like these before, but none of the spells in those worked. Yet this one – it appeared so suddenly, and the girl was so mysterious…..

Biting her bottom lip, Mikasa quickly stuffed the book in her bag, leaving the library right after. Studying could wait, her pursuit of magic could not. Nobody noticed her little thievery, nobody called out for her, and when she was walking home, a new hope was blooming in Mikasa’s chest.

Turning the key in its lock, she wasn’t surprised to see that her parents weren’t home. They worked long hours, days sometimes, and Mikasa was used to being alone. Kicking off her heavy leather boots she beelined towards the bedroom, shutting the door after herself. Bag dumped at the foot of the bed, Mikasa pulled out the book and sat cross-legged on the floor, truly studying it.

There were so many spells in the book, so many rituals, it made her head swim. Some were amazing, some terrible, some made her shiver, and other gasp in excitement.

“No point in getting worked up over nothing.”, she calmed herself, “If none of these work….”

A test then, a trial run of one of these, to see if this was real or yet another hoax. Randomly opening the book, her grey eyes slid over the text, taking in the chosen pages.

“A demon summoning ritual.”, she read out loud.

Okay, fine.

It was a fairly basic spell, and Mikasa had everything required. Chalk to draw a pentagram on the floor. Candles in each corner of the star. In the middle, a small bowl waited for her offering. Mikasa kneeled above it, as described in the book, a knife in one hand. Going by the instructions, she was supposed to cut herself, deep enough to bleed. That was fine, but the placement of the required cut was strange. Not a hand, as she usually did, this one had to be on her face beneath the right eye.

Well, Mikasa was determined.

Reading from the book, she began the ritual. The strange words made no sense to her, but it wasn’t the first time that she chanted something without understanding what. The spell was long and tedious to pronounce, luckily she had plenty of experience with speaking tongue-twisting words. Higher and higher her voice climbed until it was the time for the climax of the ritual. Gritting her teeth, Mikasa dragged the knife over her face, catching a few drops of blood into the bowl. Planting it back in the middle of the pentagram, she waited with bated breath, waited and….

Nothing happened.

Satan damn it.

A wave of sadness washed over her as Mikasa sat back on her heels, clutching the book to her chest. This was her best shot by far, and it didn’t do anything. Maybe it was finally time to accept that black magic simply didn’t ex…

A sudden explosion followed by black and red smoke threw her and Mikasa landed on her back, knocking her head against the floor. Her vision was swimming, but she could see that someone was standing in the middle of the pentagram now, a tall figure that angled its head back, a breathy chuckle coming.

“Damn, it's good to breathe air again.”

That voice. That damn voice. So deep, it rumbled through her entire being, tingled some parts that Mikasa didn’t even know existed. Pushing herself up on the elbows, Mikasa was about to ask what is going on when the being looked straight at her.

And she was lost.

Those green eyes pierced her, went right through any sort of mental strength, and dug into the deepest parts of her being. Not even giving her time to think the being moved, fast as a shadow, and suddenly her body was covered by someone. Falling back from the sudden assault with a yelp, Mikasa turned on her hip, still clutching that stupid book to her chest. Fearfully, she raised her eyes and finally saw what the hell did she just summon.

It was a demon all right. A man no doubt, naked from the waist up but (luckily) wearing black pants with multiple leather belts. Nothing strange on his body, at least from what Mikasa saw, but his head was quite a different story. There were horns on the top of his head, black and curved. Strange markings ran down from his emerald eyes, a bit like cuts, heading down the cheeks. Studying it, studying him, Mikasa realized one thing.

Their faces were damn close.

“So you are the one who summoned me?”, the demon asked, a smug smile crossing his admittedly very handsome features, “A girl?”

Mikasa’s throat was dry, so dry that she couldn’t even answer, but the demon didn’t seem to mind. He was looking at her too, eyes roaming all over her face and a certain satisfaction appearing. A strange ringing sound to her left, and suddenly there was a hand touching her, sweeping away hair that fell into her eyes.

He had claws, she realized, claws and torn shackles at his wrists. And while the claws did look sharp his touch was gentle, not hurting her in the slightest.

“A pretty girl at that.”, the demon continued his monologue, “Very pretty…. Beautiful …”

There was hunger in his words now, a primal one that made Mikasa shiver. She had to do something, otherwise this demon would devour her. Gathering all her mental strength, she clutched the book tighter and spoke.

More like squeaked.

“I-I am y-your master now! You c-came because of my c-calling, that ma-makes you mine!”

“Is that so?”, the demon wasn’t bothered by these words in the slightest, more like pleased if she read his face correctly, “Tell me, beautiful…”

Closer, closer he moved and now their faces were practically touching.

“Do you feel in power?”

Unable to speak, Mikasa shook her head as her lips trembled in fear. A single tear rolled from her eye, realizing that while she may have conducted the ritual, she had no idea how to control the demon. Yet before the tear could splash against the floor the demon caught it, a gentle claw swiping across her slightly bleeding cheek.

“There is no need to cry, pretty girl, I have no intention of hurting you.”

“Y-You don’t?”

“No, you are way too beautiful for that, I wouldn’t dream of tainting that. And…”, his nostrils flared as he took a lungful, “you smell wonderful.”

His head dipped low and suddenly it was on Mikasa’s neck. Lips parted and sharp teeth grazed the skin, making her think that despite the earlier words he might still hurt her. Instead of pain a soft kiss was planted on her neck, forcing a gasp from her throat. That sound pleased the demon.

“W-What are you doing?”, Mikasa choked out.

“I’m not going to hurt you, but you can’t expect me to come all this way from hell and want nothing in return….”, claws appeared again, this time on her upper thighs, dancing around the lace of her stockings, “There is an ocean of pleasure I could drown you in, my beauty, and I’m feeling generous tonight…”

Retreating from her neck the demon faced her again, the green eyes scorching with intensity.

“What do you say, mortal, want a taste?”

No! – her rational half screamed.

But…

He was so beautiful, so unreal, he was everything Mikasa dreamed about. Dark magic was real, it summoned a demon for her, one that was offering her pleasure. Those damn claws on her sensitive skin, the aftertaste of his lips on her neck, the delicious heat his body produced, pressed so close to her….

“Y-Yes.”, Mikasa found herself saying, unable to stop it, “I do.”

The smile that appeared on the demon’s lips, that was the epitome of smugness.

“Good.”

Without further ado, he crashed his lips into hers, finally kissing her. Mikasa was taken aback by this, head lolling back and jaw wrenched helplessly open. The demon’s tongue slipped into her mouth, abnormally long and dexterous, wrapping around her own in one slick motion. At the same time the claws moved, repositioning from her thighs to between them, pressing against her heat. Overcome at several places, Mikasa moaned out loud.

Black panties nudged aside, now the tip of the claw was teasing her wetness directly, building her frustration up. She couldn’t do anything, hands uselessly hanging on the side, the book cluttering on the floor. His tongue was everywhere in her mouth, taking it as its own home, even brushing against Mikasa’s throat. How long was that damn thing?

By the time he finally allowed her to breathe Mikasa was panting, eyes wide and cheeks boiling red. Observing the fruits of his labor, the demon noticed the blood still trickling down, his tongue sweeping out to lick at it.

“Delicious…”, he purred, gently caressing the tiny cut that was already healing, thanks to his tongue, “You taste wonderfully too.”

“P-Please…”, was all Mikasa could say, begging with her eyes more than with her words.

“Oh? Is there something you want?”, the rubbing grew even faster, forcing her to arch her hips and moan again.

“Please!”, she practically screamed, tilting her hips for a better angle.

Deciding that he had tortured her enough, the demon slipped a single finger inside her, exploring the fluttering walls. The penetration made her gasp wonderfully, eyes sliding shut from the intensity.  She was tight, tighter than he expected, making him frown.

“I don’t think that I can go all the way with you tonight, my beauty.”, he sighed, “It would hurt you too much.”

Summoning a single braincell to work, Mikasa cracked an eye open.

“W-What?”

The demon’s answer was a grin.

“Not to worry, I have many more weapons at my disposal.”

A second claw joined the first one, scissoring her open, and Mikasa lost control of her voice. With her mouth occupied by frantic breathing, the demon attacked the neck again, biting into the skin. She was so pale and colored beautifully beneath his teeth, and he chuckled inwardly imagining all the bruises that were sure to bloom on her.

There were wet sounds in the room, squelching as he fingered her, her body being such an amazingly reacting toy. Pulling his fingers out, the demon admired the trail of wetness that connected them to her twitching womanhood. Mikasa’s blood tasted wonderful, so how about….

The long tongue was back in action, she realized, watching as the demon licked his fingers clean from her essence, an expression of pure joy appearing on his features.

“Now this… This is something else.”, his eyes found hers, a wicked grin on the demon’s face, “I need to taste you properly.”

Faster than a snake he was gone, head appearing between her stockinged legs. With a quick swipe of his claw the demon snapped the waistband of her panties open, throwing the ruined underwear away. Grabbing Mikasa’s asscheeks he spread her open for him, planting his face exactly where she wanted it to be. Right against her throbbing sex.

If the abnormal demon tongue felt amazing in her mouth, having it down there was indescribable. Licking at her glistening outer lips first, he glided everywhere on the wet skin, cleaning it. And then he was inside. The long muscle slid into her, writhing around and Mikasa clasped her hands over her mouth just in time before a loud scream ripped its way from her throat. This was incredible.

Nothing ever came close to how the demon’s tongue made her feel. Never in her life did Mikasa experience this much pleasure because the tongue reached everywhere stimulating the entirety of her sex in long strokes and vibrations that she had no idea how he produced. Her eyes rolled back, her chest contracted, her legs clenched around his head. Relentless in his pursuit of Mikasa’s sweetness, the demon kept tongue-fucking her with a clear purpose in mind. To speed it up, to reach his feast faster, a single claw dragged over her swollen clit, pressing and rubbing and….

Mikasa lost it.

Complete whiteness washed over her vision as she came, her inner walls contracting wildly around the demonic tongue. She pulsed and pulsed and produced more of that delicious nectar that he eagerly drank in, not letting even a drop go to waste. Mikasa’s blood was delicious but this was beyond delicious, it was the best thing that he ever tasted and the demon couldn’t get enough.

When her body began to calm, a frown entered his handsome features.

“Oh no, this won’t do, I need more.”

Mikasa didn’t even get a chance to talk before the tongue slid inside her again and she screamed, eyes shutting and features contorting. Apparently once was not enough, and the demon was intent on making her come on his face again.

This was going to be a long night.

In the end, Mikasa lost count on how many times the demon made her cum. Not tiring, not needing a break, he kept pleasuring her, toying with her clit and abusing her sex. She was lost in an unending stream of happy hormones, drowning in that ocean of pleasure the demon promised her. His grip on her was firm and Mikasa’s hips were grounded, the demon didn’t allow her to move away from him, holding his prize close. Only when she was truly done and couldn’t do it anymore, when she whined in discomfort instead of pleasure did he pull back, sated.

For now.

Completely done and spent Mikasa was practically passed out, body unresponsive and eyes closed. Hands circled her, easily picking her up and carrying her a short distance. She was gently deposited in the bed and someone pulled the covers over her before a kiss was planted on her forehead. And then a heated whisper entered her ears, pushing its way into the brain even through the curtain of absolute exhaustion.

“If you want more, my beauty, you know where to find me.”, another kiss, this time on her lips, “I’ll be waiting.”

Finally, the darkness overcame her completely.

When Mikasa woke up, hours later, she thought that it all must have been a dream. That delusion lasted for only about a second before the rest of her body woke up, the ache in her lower regions demanding that she accepts the reality. Lifting the covers, Mikasa’s eyes shot open.

Her body was still fully clothed, as the demon didn’t bother with disrobing her, only her panties were gone. There were bruises, so many bruises on her upper thighs, the small part left uncovered by the stockings littered with bites. Her neck received a similar treatment, judging from the ache.

The pentagram was there, albeit the candles were snuffed out, the book lying innocently in the middle. Mikasa tried standing up to get it, only to realize that her legs refused to carry her and she fell back into the bed. Despite all this ache, despite all the unknown, Mikasa’s lips spread into a smile as she eyed the book.

The goth girl and her green-eyed demon are going to have so much fun together.

[thelittlestcheshire]

even if you have to cry, don't let your crown fall

a love letter to luxor’s ches elswood

Well, it’s finally time that I feel ready to post this, and while I’m aware it may be bittersweet with my upcoming departure, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Today I present to you a three hour Ches playlist, divided into sections and covering her entire time at Luxor, from when I first picked her up in June of 2019 all the way to now. There’s quite a few plot references, and small (and not as small) references to other muses throughout, especially when it comes to Elliot, so keep an eye out for those as well!

I’d like to thank Lex for giving me the idea to make these, and her support throughout the process because without her, these playlists wouldn’t even exist. And thank you to everyone who has gone on this journey with us, while I’m sorry I need to dip out early after this event to focus on my health, I love y’all so much.

The standard Ches tws apply (poor mental health, alcoholism, etc etc), and anything I think may be a bit abnormal / section exclusive is noted on the sections.

twist me like a key, then you open the lock | pre-luxor:

the section of time before I played Ches at Luxor, very James heavy. additional tws: Death (Sign of the Times), Toxic relationships (nothing explicit tho)

Sign of the Times (Jasmine Thompson) [ Remember everything will be alright. We can meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here. ] // Sweet Ophelia (Zella Day) [ Singing like it's a full moon, careless now that he has you. Turns you on to the right songs, promises that you're hooked on. ] // Couple of Kids (Maggie Lindemann) [ Now I'm fallin' heavily, recklessly, trying not to lose my sensibility; but gravity, it pulls me into you. ] // Glowstick (Sofia Karlberg) [ You play me like a line-up; long con, you make me wise up. ] // Crying in the Club (Camila Cabello) [ Ain't no crying in the club, hey, hey, let the beat carry away, your tears as they fall, baby. Ain't no crying in the club, hey, hey, with a little faith, your tears turn to ecstasy. ] // Ember (Katherine McNamara) [ Reignite; you lost your grip on me, and now I blaze wild and free. ]

nobody shows up unless i'm paying, have a drink on me cheers to the failing | summer & fall 2019:

the first time I was at Luxor playing ches, from June - October 2019

7 rings (Ariana Grande) [ Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch. Who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage? ] // I'm a Mess (Bebe Rexha) [ “It's gonna be a good, good life;” that's what my therapists say. ] // OMG (Little Mix) [ Oh my gosh, I did it again. He said I broke his heart, it keeps happening. ] // Only Angel (Harry Styles) [ Couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short, but I think that's what I like about it. ] // LA Devotee (Panic! At The Disco) [ Drinking white wine in the blushing light, just another LA Devotee. ] // Woman Like Me (Little Mix feat. Nicki Minaj) [ I made a few mistakes, I regret it nightly. I broke a couple hearts that I wear on my sleeve. ]

all of this emptiness i've been sharing, it never comes when i want it to | winter 2019:

the period of time Ches went home to be with her family and was away from luxor additional tws: vomiting (Habits (Stay High))

Carmen (Lana Del Rey) [ Darlin’, darlin’, doesn't have a problem lyin’ to herself ‘cause her liquor’s top shelf ] // How You Remind Me (Avril Lavigne) [ And I've been wrong, I've been down, been to the bottom of every bottle. These five words in my head scream, "Are we havin' fun yet?" ] // Playing God (Paramore) [ This is the last second chance (I'll point you to the mirror). I'm half as good as it gets (I'll point you to the mirror). I'm on both sides of the fence (I'll point you to the mirror). Without a hint of regret, I'll hold you to it ] // Habits {Stay High} (Tove Lo) [ Staying in my play pretend, where the fun ain't got no end. Oh, can't go home alone again, need someone to numb the pain. ] // Bedroom Window (The Pretty Reckless) [ As I look out of my bedroom window; is it all real or just fantasy? I have lost touch with what makes me human, I have lost touch with reality. ] // Impossible Year (Panic! At The Disco) [ There's no sunshine, this impossible year; only black days and sky grey and clouds full of fear. ]

i wouldn't say you got the best of me, i'd say you got me somewhere in between | spring 2020:

Ches’s return to Luxor, and the months following leading up to her mass text about Leo’s dad following the Lake Bash

3 O'Clock Things (AJR) [ Would you go running if you saw the real me? Maybe you'd love 'em, yeah, maybe you'd feel me. ] // Wild Heart (Bleachers) [ Well, everything has changed and now I can't tell what matters. I will find any way to your wild heart. ] // Rise (Katy Perry) [ When the fire's at my feet again and the vultures all start circling. They're whispering, “you're out of time.” But still, I rise. ] // Don't Stop Me Now (Queen) [ I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars on a collision course. I am a satellite, I'm out of control. ] // Princesses Don't Cry (CARYS) [ Girls, so pretty and poised and soft to the touch, but God made me rough. Girls, so heavy the crown, they carry it tall, but it's weighing me down. ] // Save Rock And Roll (Fall Out Boy feat. Elton John) [ You are what you love, not who loves you. In a world full of the word 'yes', I'm here to scream... no, no (no, no). ] // Making a Monster out of Me (Katherine McNamara) [ And I don't know how to recollect the morals that I always did possess. Don't know where its leading me. ] // We Don't Have To Dance (Andy Black) [ You're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself. I'll break it to you easy. This is hell, this is hell. ]

tonight it's alright, i can see the tunnel at the end of these lights | summer 2020:

summer camp and the months leading up to a new school year

Night Owls Early Birds (Foxes) [ A wild fire inside me burns. Why do I look like I'm wear for worse? Save me, save me, go underneath the ground. ] // Too Much (Carly Rae Jepsen) [ When I party, then I party too much. When I feel it, then I feel it too much. When I'm thinking, then I'm thinking too much. When I'm drinking, then I'm drinking too much. ] // Royal Blue (Alberto Rosende) [ My regrets are a shade around my neck I know. It's torturous, and there's a burden that I can't let go. ] // Who You Selling For (The Pretty Reckless) [ And when Roger showed me I was building a wall. I've been waiting a long time, waiting a long time, waiting a long time, waiting for it to fall. ] // Heavy (Linkin Park feat. Kiiara) [ You say that I'm paranoid, but I’m pretty sure the world is out to get me. It’s not like I make the choice to let my mind stay so fucking messy. ] // The Archer (Taylor Swift) [ I've been the archer, I've been the prey; screaming, “who could ever leave me,” darling. But who could stay? ] // Everybody Lost Somebody (Bleachers) [ And there's a reason I wake up alone in strange places, a reason I see myself in a million faces, a reason I can't stop it all from changing. So come on, motherfucker, you survive, you gotta give yourself a break. ]

no cameras catch my muffled cries. i counted days, i counted miles | fall and winter 2020(/21):

a new school year, from the start of the semester right until the aftermath of the kings’ party

So It Goes (Guards) [ I don't know who I am but I do know who I'm not. I'm just looking for a friend, I'm still searching for the plot. ] // Wasabi (Little Mix) [ Love to hate me, praise me, shame me; either way, you talk about me. ] // Think Before I Talk (Astrid S) [ Maybe I should think before I talk; I get emotional and words come out all wrong. Sometimes I'm more honest than I want. ] // Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince (Taylor Swift) [ No cameras catch my muffled cries. I counted days, I counted miles to see you there, to see you there. And now the storm is coming, but... ] // Sober Up (AJR feat. Rivers Cuomo) [ Won't you help me sober up? Growin' up, it made me numb, and I wanna feel somethin' again. ] // The Show Must Go On (Queen) [ Empty spaces, what are we living for? Abandoned places, I guess we know the score, on and on. Does anybody know what we are looking for? ] // Waiting For A Friend (The Pretty Reckless) [ My head is like a prison cell, I'm all by myself. I'm waiting for my friend to come and break me out. ] // Sober (Demi Lovato) [ I'm sorry that I'm here again, I promise I'll get help. It wasn't my intention, I'm sorry to myself. ] // Eight (Sleeping At Last) [ I'm just a kid who grew up scared enough to hold the door shut, and bury my innocence. But here's a map, here's a shovel, here's my Achilles' heel. ]

i got this handled, i don't need rescuing | spring and early summer 2021:

ches’s progress from the end of march until now

The Man (Taylor Swift) [ I’m so sick of running as fast as I can, wondering if I'd get there quicker if I was a man. And I'm so sick of them coming at me again, 'cause if I was a man, then I'd be the man. ] // Princess (FLETCHER) [ But we're all going through it, so why do we do it? Why do we hide? ] // Humpty Dumpty (AJR) [ If I can't breathe, then you can't see, but aren't you excited that I'm giving you the best me? ] // My Mistake (Gabrielle Aplin) [ Am I jaded? Am I meant to feel this way?  I'm a loser, getting beat by my own game. But if I falter, well, at least it was my mistake. ] // The Climb (Miley Cyrus) [ The struggles I'm facing, the chances I'm taking; sometimes might knock me down, but no, I'm not breaking. ] // breathin (Ariana Grande) [ Some days, things just take way too much of my energy. I look up and the whole room's spinning. You take my cares away. ] // Clean (Taylor Swift) [ Ten months sober, I must admit just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it. Ten months older, I won't give in, now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it. ] // Not a Pop Song (Little Mix) [ A hamster on a wheel that's how it feels tryna be real. These unrealistic expectations said we'll make it if we fake it. ] // Queen (Loren Gray) [ Eyes on me like I'm a prize but you better recognize I'm not your angel 'cause I belong to me. ] // The Cure (Little Mix) [ This happiness was always inside me but Lord, it took a minute to find me. ]

[dopescotlandwarrior]

Beauty Chooses II-Chapter 13

                       A special thanks to @statell​ for all your help

Previous Chapters at AO3

Chapter 13 Love Trumps All (NSFW)

Jamie played with Faith until she was exhausted, and it was a delight to watch her hang upside down squealing with laughter, climbing on her father like he was tree with arms to steady her along the way. Many times he caught my eye speaking volumes wordlessly. I needed him, I craved him, and my body prepared for loving him. When Faith started yawning, we took her upstairs and she was asleep in minutes. Jamie held his hand out to me and pulled us into our bedroom. He leaned against the door and hugged me to him running his hand up and down my back before kissing me senseless. He moved me across the room like a dance and I followed him closely, locked in his gaze. When he laid next to me on our bed, I felt something was wrong. I knew his body, his style of lovemaking, his dominance when his need was high.

“Jamie, would you mind terribly if I slept a bit. I am done in from the two jumps last night. I need to rest before I love you again.”

“Worry not love, I will wait for you to be ready.”

He kissed me without passion and pulled me to cuddle against him. My body was screaming for him to touch me, so I laid perfectly still and breathed slowly in and out, hoping to convince him I was asleep. Before long Jamie was chasing his dreams and I exhaled in relief before letting myself rest for the afternoon. When I woke up, there was a note from Jamie next me.

‘My darling Sassenach, I hear Donus calling me for a ride in the snow. I tucked the blankets around you and built a fire to keep you warm. I will miss you while I’m gone. All my love is for you sweet Claire.’

A single tear rolled down my cheek from the sweet note, but I was determined to stop the never ending tears and jumped out of bed heading for the kitchen to help with dinner.

Misses Crook was first to grab my attention as she complained about no meat to cook for Jamie’s dinner. She handed me a list and asked politely if I would purchase the items, on the double. I laughed and grabbed my purse for a quick trip to the grocery store. Soon we would slaughter an animal for such a meal, I was grateful for the short cut of purchasing the meat ready to cook.

I looked for Jamie and Donus as I drove down our rode and almost missed them deep in the property where the stream was frozen solid. I hit the brakes and slid this way and that before coming to a stop. He sat on his beautiful horse, lost in his thoughts. He stared, unfocused, at the landscape and didn’t move. I wondered how long he sat there, contemplating his world and the bits that were stealing his thoughts. I shivered at the thought I had ruined his interest in me. He couldn’t make love this afternoon and now he sits alone, a million miles away. I drove to the grocery store in a completely different place than when I started, laughing out the kitchen door at Misses Crook’s face.

I shopped like a zombie, shaking my head occasionally trying to force myself to concentrate on the task I came for. When I pulled the jeep into Lallybroch, Jamie ran out of the barn and carried all the groceries into the house.

“Will ye come for a ride with me Sassenach?”

Jamie’s face was boyish and excited, how could I resist? “Of course, I would love to.”

Rather than take Brimstone, he pulled me up to sit in front of him on Donus who looked fresh as a daisy. No doubt from standing still while Jamie ruminated over whatever was troubling him. I cleared my mind and leaned against the massive chest that I belonged to. I stayed quiet hoping Jamie would open up, but he was in a happy place at the moment and talked mostly about how the land had changed, pointing out landmarks we knew and remembering our time there. He pushed me with his jokes and stories until I was laughing too, remembering a time of innocence and falling in love. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I dropped my head back, against his chest, and savored every minute. When the horses were fed, we ran to the kitchen and the savory aromas from a dinner cooking. The guys were busy getting Baritone ready for a show in Italy. They were both leaving tonight, and I wondered if I would ever see them again.

Misses Crook was red faced as she loaded the table with a tri tip roast, potatoes, baked carrots, green beans, mushrooms, colcannon, bannocks with caboc and crowdie cheese, and several new dishes I had never seen. She was praised for the perfectly cooked meal until she held up her hand to stop the compliments. Baritone asked if she cooked beef in Scotland.

“No laddie, we did not have such beasts to cook.”

“How in the world did you create a rare tri tip then? I’ve heard they are very hard to cook this way.”

“I dinna ken about rare cookin, I just followed the recipe in the book Glavia bought for me in town.”

“It’s a cookbook.” Glavia said distractedly as she spooned food into Faith’s mouth. I heaped another piece of beef on Jamie’s plate and walked behind him pushing horseradish on his plate and suggesting he dip the meat in it. His cheeks were pink from the heat of the horseradish, but he asked for more as another piece of beef was put on is plate.

I was hyper aware of Jamie, sensing his every need during the long feast and jumping to take care of him many times. Always with a kiss or a hand on his shoulder and blushing at his smile of thanks. When we were all stuffed and the dishes were done, Glavia took Faith to bed, Misses Crook said goodbye to the guys and went to her room. Joe and Baritone, Jamie and I, drank whiskey in front of the fire and talked until they had to leave. I gripped Joe hoping the hug would be remembered for the rest of our lives. I was going back to 1748 and destroying the rocks. We would not be back, and I hugged him for an extra minute to burn the feel of him into my soul. When they were gone, I looked at Jamie and hugged his waist.

“I am so full I think I might pop and this heavy beef is like a tranquilizer.”

“What is tranquilizer?”

“It’s medicine that puts you in a deep sleep.”

“My love is very tired, I am too.”

Jamie turned lights out as we made our way upstairs. My heart hurt because we would spend another night without the love I craved. I knew Jamie. If he wanted to love me, nothing would stop him. I simply provided a convenient excuse to not make love for another night. We wrapped ourselves around each other and rode our dreams, mine coming a bit harder than his.

This became our ritual for the next six days until I was out of excuses to help Jamie cover the fact that he did not want to make love to me. I went through the day working on my chore list while Jamie mended fences from the recent snow weight against it. The house was quiet when Glavia rested with Faith and Misses Crook cooked. I escaped to a hot shower, a sharp razer, and my favorite body wash. That did the trick and I felt relaxed and calm as I made my way to the bedroom, pushing the door closed with my foot before bending over and pulling the towel to my hair. I squeezed the excess water with the towel and stood up pushing my hair of my face.

When Jamie spoke, I nearly jumped out of my skin and grabbed the towel around me feeling my face on fire from my blush. I looked down at my feet wanting to melt into the floor, embarrassed by my naked display while drying my hair. I inched toward the closet, stammering to say something.

“Stop.”

I froze in place and heard him leave the bed. I could feel his heat very close to me, in front of me, then behind me. Fingers touched the top of my shoulders, lightly, before running down my arm. I felt his breath on my hair and his fingers dragging up my arms.

“Yer a bonnie vision Sassenach, every inch of ye as grand as the day we wed. Yer body hasna changed from pregnancy, yer arse is beggin to be touched. May I touch it mo chridhe? Please.”

I could feel his fingers on the back of my thighs creeping slowly closer to the towel. His touch was so light on my butt and I heard him gasp when his hand caressed me.

“Dear God,” he whispered.

I clutched the towel to me as his hands slowly came around my hips moving upwards. I thought I might pass out from the intensity of his touch and his breathing in my ear. I closed my eyes as his fingers touched the swell of my breasts. Every cell in my body was screaming at him to touch me, take me, force his will upon me until I screamed my release. When he covered my breast I sucked air involuntarily, irritated I had tipped my hand to my arousal.

He turned me around to look at me, but I was suffering from my modesty. I felt his hand under my chin pulling my head up so he could look into my eyes. How could he not see my need for him?

When his tongue invaded my mouth, I heard myself moan wantonly and was powerless to stop it as he pushed me to the bed and lifted me onto it. Still clutching the towel to me, he kissed me passionately, running his tongue down my throat and chest until he pressed it under the towel. I felt my nipples burning from the stimulation causing another moan when his hand covered my breast over the towel.

“I would trade a year of my life to look at what is under the towel. Have pity on this love sick fool, lass. Let me see ye.” He was whispering with a horse, breathy voice that made the hair on my neck stand up. His eyes were dark and trained on the towel holding himself back from ripping it off. I tugged until the towel came loose and I pulled it away feeling my breasts bounce from the effort. Rather than mauling me he just stared at every inch of skin before touching me softly with the tips of his fingers. I could feel my heart banging in my chest and took puffs of air trying to regulate my oxygen deficit.

Feather-light touches on my arms, legs, breasts, and neck, he watched the skin he touched and kissed me deeply. I heard his sharp intake of air when he touched my inner thigh and I almost came from the intensity. He was in command and the pace of his exploration was pushing me into the stroke zone.

“My darling Sassenach, breathe with me, relax yer quivering body and let me love ye.”

I locked my eyes on his and followed his instruction, praying he would fill me with himself and claim me as his own. It was what I wanted desperately, for Jamie to show me my place in his world, right next to him, a slave to his pleasure and unending need. When he touched my inner thigh, he pushed them open and slid two fingers into my fold. I gasped and arched my back moaning without control. I felt his tongue in my mouth and almost lost it as his fingers invaded my body.

“This love will bring me to my knees or give me the strength of ten men. I have tried to resist ye mo chaileagan milis, to gain control over yer hold on me. I am sorry mo chridhe. I surrender to yer love woman, I crave ye, every minute of the day and night, I surrender. Open yer body and let me in.”

I spread my legs wide and looked into his dark eyes. He held my head and my gaze as he pushed into me. I could see the superhuman strength he used to go slow and I wanted the moment to be real, brutal if need be, a race to the finish if that is what he wanted. I ran my hands down his back and dipped between the cheeks of his butt running my finger from his balls to his anus making him growl like an animal. He devoured me and lost his mind at my touch. I lifted my knees to either side of him and kept my finger stroking his forbidden places while he pounded into me and sent me reeling to the stratosphere of the angels, barely aware of his extended growl as he pumped himself into me. He panted and clutched me to him while I kissed his neck and cheek.

When he could breathe again, he turned my face to his and I was startled by the intensity in his eyes.

“You belong to me, now and forever,” he panted.

I nodded my head yes and felt the assault of his possessive kisses. He was back, by my side, and we had both learned the most powerful lesson, love trumps all, and will not be denied. My fears and timid shyness left my body when I exhaled, and Jamie claimed the space as his own.

“Do not fear, love. I will ride the centuries with ye, after this life and into the next, I wilna be parted from ye. I promise.”

We napped in our embrace and when I opened my eyes he was still holding me, deep in sleep. I felt closer to him than ever before.

“I will follow you to the ends of the earth, my love.” He pulled me to him and I dropped into the void of sleep again.

We allowed ourselves some time to eat and sleep and talk to Glavia and Misses Crook about what was ahead. Jamie drew the mountain and our property lines, penciling in a small house that they could share in the future in close proximity to our own. I was so glad they were coming with us, rather than finding a position with Jocasta’s friends. The latter would have been much more civilized and comfortable I’m sure, but we were a family now. The bonds forged delivering Faith, fighting off a rapist and thief, narrowly escaping death from the red coats, and time travel, were as strong as steel bands connecting us to each other and I was relieved for their company and help. Jocasta had offered a sizable stipend to both women for their brave loyalty. It would get them comfortably to a new post if they wanted to leave.

We hung on Jamie’s every word when he drew the map. There was a structure for making whisky, a good size barn with an outdoor pen for the smaller animals. A very large garden that Misses Crook gave a nod to.

“Misses Crook, do ye think it’s big enough to feed all of us with left-over to put up for winter?”

“Well, I…I should say so,” she stammered through her blush.

My hand found Jamie’s thigh for a squeeze of appreciation. He found things to ask Glavia as well like which walls to put the nursery windows on. He made them both feel like a part of this enormous project.

Glavia inspected the ten thousand acre piece of land and shook her head, “what will you do with so much land?”

“It’s a home to the Highlander settlers. Each family will have enough space to farm the rich black soil, smaller plots for a home and a business, like a blacksmith, saddle maker, or a tailor.”

“I dinna see a kirk, Laird.”

“Ah, that would be here Misses Crook, with windows overlooking a spectacular sight of the land below. A valley nestled between the mountains with a river running through it. I have seen many deer in the meadows, elk and buffalo. People will come to church just to gaze over the ridge and feel inspired and holy inside. The ridge runs all along the East side of the property. It’s why I named the settlement Fraser’s Ridge.”

I was bowled over by the reverence in Jamie’s voice and the careful consideration of the project. I couldn’t look away from his face until he touched my cheek, boldly kissing me in front of the women.

When we were alone after supper, Jamie was reading in bed. I climbed on him, taking and giving until we were both completely spent. I could see Fraser’s Ridge in my mind and knew Jamie would bring his drawing to life, but he would have walked away, in fact, did walk away, to find me. I was a part of this story, alongside Jamie. I hoped I would be enough to truly help him.

After Hogmanay, we talked in earnest about going back. I realized Faith had outgrown the dress she jumped in five months ago and we would need wraps and new dresses as well. I purchased enough fabric for what we needed and white cotton to make Jamie a shirt. He was worried about Murtagh and it made him antsy. Misses Crook, Glavia, and I worked day and night to finish the garments and our excitement grew.

I made arrangements with the neighbor’s son to feed the horses again explaining his duty was done when he found the barn empty. He lifted his shoulders and took the fifty dollar bill I handed him.

My last indulgence in this century was good quality boots for the women and one little girl. They would be easily hidden under our skirts and last for years. I was delighted with my final purchase until I walked by a boutique with a lovely satin corset. I added silk stockings before rushing home.

On the first day in February, our agreed day to jump, I was strangely nervous. Misses Crook could hardly tie my laces because her hands kept going back to the satin fabric. She helped me into my dress. A lovely yellow jacket and split front skirt with a white facing skirt with green vines that I had embroidered over for authenticity. Printed fabric was still far in the future.

I was near panic for some reason, pacing our room until Jamie came in. He talked about leaving Murtagh with an enormous task when he jumped on the ship headed for Scotland. He hoped Murtagh went down the mountain before the snow covered the road and spent the worst of the weather at River run.

“You look bonnie in yer new dress Sassenach.” His fingers were touching me everywhere, making me confused in my nervous state. Murtagh flooded my head. Memories of him dropping Jamie’s treasures into the priest hole.

“Jesus Christ Jamie, all of your heirlooms and finery are buried on this property. Murtagh and I emptied the house just before the uprising, to protect it. Maybe we could all take something in our hands, the pieces that mean the most to you.”

“I love ye for thinkin of it but they arna that important, ye ken? Let’s leave them be.”

“Your father’s sword and your mother’s jewelry are here, we can take them with us, Jamie.”

The women were gathered in the parlor when we came flying down the stairs. Jamie had agreed to fifteen minutes of searching and no more. I ran into the crispy air and realized I was dressed for the eighteenth century and the priest hole was in a barn that was no longer there. My heart sunk until Jamie walked quickly to where he said the barn was and more specifically, the priest hole. He held a decorative sword that hung in the parlor which he carefully pushed into the dirt over and over again. I knew he wanted to find the treasure because fifteen minutes had come and gone several times, I was sure.

“I’m sorry Sassenach, I canna find it. He drove the sword into the dirt up to the hilt and I heard a distinctive thud and saw Jamie’s startled face. It seemed everyone was speaking excitedly at once. I worried we were late to jump until I rolled my eyes at how ridiculous that was. We were not expected, and most people did not own a watch. I told the women to put Faith down for her nap and watch one last movie. Jamie grabbed a shovel from the barn and started digging. He reached the burlap sacks finally and started hauling them up. I worried when I didn’t see the sword but one last feel deep into the hole and Jamie pulled it out with a huge smile on his face.

Jamie was quick to fill the hole and join us inside where we sorted out the most important objects and put the others in their natural place around the house. Misses Crook and Glavia packed their corsets with miniature portraits, candlesticks, and the apostle spoons, a set of twelve beautifully ornate silver spoons. Try as we might, no one had room for Ellen’s jewelry box until an idea popped in my head. I pulled Jamie to the kitchen pulling heavy-duty rubber bands out of a drawer. I put my foot through the bands until there were a dozen around my ankle. I pulled up my skirts and held the jewelry box to my thigh so Jamie could wrap the bands around the box and my leg.

I looked up, wondering why he was stalling. He was speechless and sputtering about my silk stockings, running his hand up to the lace and then down to my boot. He was spellbound for several minutes before he started moving again. He boldly pushed my skirts up until he could see both legs encased in silk. The skirts continued to rise until he saw the lower part of the satin corset.

“Christ, if ye mean to kill me with waitin it might be quicker to just slit my throat Sassenach.”

“Well, wait you must because it’s time to jump.”

“I’m a lucky man mo chridhe. Are ye ready?”

We linked arms behind the barn. Jamie held Faith and I held the sword. Faith had fallen asleep again on Jamie’s shoulder, so we closed the circle and I pulled the biggest rock from the sack and closed my eyes, concentrating on River Run.

When I filled my lungs with cool, clean air, my smile almost hurt. Jamie helped us down off the rock and we all looked around for any witnesses, feeling relieved there were none. We started walking to whatever awaited us at River Run.

Jocasta was warm and welcoming. Jamie asked about Murtagh and she blushed when telling him he had been there for the past month but returned to the ridge a few days ago. I wondered what that blush was about but was thrilled he had gotten off the mountain for the worst of the winter.

We spent two days at the plantation and borrowed a wagon to get us all to our new home. Jocasta held me warmly telling me all she had added to the wagon to help our transition. I was grateful for all she had done for us, and especially so for her forgiving the disappearing act five months ago. We settled into the wagon feeling excitement and maybe a bit of apprehension.

Like the first time to the ridge, we climbed the mountain for hours before Jamie pulled us to stop and stood up.

“Sweet Jesus. How did he do it?”

I got to my feet and almost passed out from shock. There in front of us was a grand house, piles of split wood, and other materials. The house had to be a two-story and there was smoke rolling out of two chimneys.

“How did he build this so fast, Jamie?”

“Sit Sassenach, let’s go find out.”

As soon as I sat down the wagon moved forward right up to the front of house. I could hear men laughing inside and wondered how many men were in there. Jamie helped us all down and reached for Faith then we opened the front door to the most peculiar sight. Murtagh stood over a makeshift desk and ten black men looked over his shoulder, cracking jokes and laughing. I blinked several times thinking I would wake in the wagon after a nap.

Murtagh looked up and seemed to freeze and stare at Jamie for a minute. Quick to Jamie’s side, he hugged his godson and his relief was clear on his smiling face. He hugged each of us, unabashedly, and looked into my eyes with tremendous warmth. “Welcome home, lass.”

“Murtagh, ye have some explainin to do. How did ye build this fine house during the five months I was gone then? And, uh, who are these men?”

“Except for the month we spent at River Run, they have been here to help, sent by the lovely Jocasta. There’s one thing I must tell ye Jamie. Here, they arna slaves, they are free men who get paid for their service.”

Murtagh smiled and walked through the men. “As luck would have it, they are strong, they learn quickly, and they are willing to work as hard as I do. We sleep on the floor, together. They havna seen a cold night since they came and what I eat, they eat. We share equally. Most importantly, they are happy here.”

Jamie’s eyes were like saucers as he looked from one man to the other. All of them had decent shoes and warm clothes and looked genuinely happy.

“Does my aunt know what ye’ve done here?”

“They are a gift to you Jamie. She wouldna understand if I talked for days. They wilna be going back to River Run. Might I have a word outside?”

Jamie walked to the door and both men slipped outside. The women looked scared and mute, so I walked to the first man and stuck out my hand in introduction. I went to the next man, smiling in greeting. I asked him what he did here, and he told me he splits wood while another yelled “the best he’d ever seen.” I covered our handshake with my other hand and smiled into his proud eyes. I moved to the next man noticing that Glavia had followed my example and was meeting the former slaves.

I learned much about these men. Mostly their happiness about the opportunity to work, be paid, be admired and appreciated as free men. What has Murtagh done here I wondered. One of the men offered hot beans as a meal and we were all ravenous. They made short work of finding things for us to sit on and we were handed a hot bowl of beans. The men sat on the floor and ate with us. Faith went from one man to the other, touching his face or arms, accepting a bite of beans when offered. We laughed at her innocence and fearless interaction with these dark-skinned men. She didn’t seem to notice they were different from us because they weren’t. It took the innocent eyes of a baby to see them as her father’s equal. I felt such pride in her. By the time I felt Jamie behind me he had seen enough to be almost speechless. One of the men held a bowl of beans out to him and Murtagh and they sat among us and ate.

I was quite aware of the miracle I was witnessing and wondered how the future would pan out for them. How could they be returned to indentured servants after knowing freedom, happiness, and pride? I looked to Murtagh and then Jamie.

“Fraser’s Ridge will not abide slavery,” he announced. “Men of all colors, who can prove their worth as a member of this community will be welcomed and given land to farm. We will let it be known, when a man crosses the line into Fraser’s Ridge, he is free.”

Murtagh smiled at his godson and Jamie looked at me with bright eyes, like he just solved the problems of the century. Because he did. I figured there would be those who oppose us, and those to sue us, maybe those to try and hurt us. It is the price of freedom for these men and we would fight for them. I had a very high opinion of our Laird and felt safe in his decision to give them protection.

I stayed in that pink bubble all afternoon and was anxious to ask Jamie about it when we were alone. When the men retired near the fire Jamie looked for a secluded place for the women to sleep. There were very few walls up on the interior of the house but the ladies were happy with a quiet corner. Too exhausted to care I imagine. Once they were bedded down with blankets and Faith between them Jamie took my hand and led me up the stairs to a place of our own. Only a small area of the upstairs had a rudimentary floor so we snuggled close together.

“Jamie, I have never been more proud of you than I was today. I am so thrilled we can give these men a better life. How do you plan to handle the opposition?”

“I have no idea, Sassenach, but keep a sharp eye for those who will fight us.”

Pop goes the bubble as he pulled me to him. I couldn’t think anymore and let Jamie’s rhythmic breathing pull me under.

It was the start of a grand adventure that would surely test our metal in the first years. Jamie held the bill of sale for all of the freed slaves in case we were challenged for our right to them. It happened a few times, local militia would ride in and demand to see papers on all ten men. Jamie was formidable and his dominance in this land was unmistakable. They would ride off and we would all get back to work taking quite some time before the ten of them would relax.

Jamie made it a priority to build our barn and we all agreed to spend many more nights on the floor so we could rescue our horses from Lallybroch. Jamie bought feed and hay from a merchant in town and we were well stocked when we decided to take our final jump. I felt very familiar with Fraser’s Ridge and confident I could get us back to this very spot. It would be my only failure jumping. We landed on the big rock outside of River Run with two horses, scared shitless at being on a slippery rock so high above the ground. Jamie jumped down and coaxed Donus to jump.

“Sassenach, if ye please, wake Brimstone up so she will see him jump off the rock. I think he’s ready.”

It wasn’t too much longer before Donus took an exaggerated leap of faith and jumped off the rock. Jamie mounted his horse with a proud smile that promptly fell off when Brimstone fell asleep again and I yawned.

“Ye must work with her to make her jump Sassenach and she’s asleep so ye must try harder.”

We had been on this rock for hours and I was exhausted. I pulled Brimstone to the edge of the rock and dropped to my butt and then onto the ground. She was so high above me I could barely hold her reins but clucked and kissed to her until she leaped to the ground dropping her head to savor the early grasses that grew as far as the eye could see.

“We’re gonna lose the sun soon Sassenach. Are ye ready to ride?”

I climbed on Brimstone like a man, a leg on both sides of her, and signaled a quick canter which put me in the lead for the race home. Jamie stayed behind me all the way to the ridge and I knew it was the protectiveness of my husband and not my superior riding ability. We let the horses walk and cool off for the last mile and rode into Fraser’s Ridge with calls from those who saw us. Calls of welcome and camaraderie that made goosebumps crawl up my spine. I felt a sense of home, as I did the first two years at Lallybroch before the uprising. My smile was obvious, and Jamie took my hand for a moment and kissed it. Jamie would destroy my beautiful rocks in the morning, and I was quite alright with that.

Small houses went up quickly for the men, followed by land clearing for their farming, and building coups for chickens and pens for goats and pigs. By the second year, our house was finished and fancy, acres were cultivated for sprouting seed in the spring, and settlers came to view the land and speak to Jamie about joining the community. It was very slow going as most of them left and never returned. Then, a Highland family spent time with us, met the freed slaves, looked at a plot of land they would call home and shook hands with their new Laird, beaming smiles at their new home. Everyone pitched in to build a home for the young couple and their two children. Faith was overwhelmed with glee seeing tiny people like her. The children were free to explore and play with sixteen sets of eyes on them throughout the day. It was a slice of heaven for them and it often took three or four buckets of water to clean the mud and grime off her before bed.

The first family seemed to break the ice in our burgeoning community and soon there were more families. Some were farmers, some were businesses. By the end of the third year, we had a blacksmith and a tanner, as well as five new families that farmed. I always wondered what I would do to fit in as I did not have any skills other than smiling in front of a camera or walking the wood. From morning until night, I was on my feet doing something crucial that would solve a problem, or tend a task that would feed us for the year to come. I dug my shovel into sprouting barely and spread it across the malting floor of our whisky room, put up tomatoes, beets, peaches, and apples, sealing them for the long winter ahead.

When new settlers came with slaves Jamie would speak to the husband about giving up ownership of his slaves before crossing the line into Fraser’s Ridge. I would watch the exhausted wife smiling as she gazed into a community that would offer her a home and a community to belong to. Eventually, the bills of sale would land in Jamie’s palm and the wagon would roll across the line into Fraser’s Ridge.

Newcomers were put up in our house and I would care for the weary and sometimes wary settlers. Newly freed female slaves had the hardest time and I took extra care to explain Fraser’s Ridge and what their new freedom meant. We built two houses for them, three women in each, and they found work with child care, and cooking, finally showing signs of happiness once the truth of their freedom settled in. There were six women that were brought to the Ridge and freed. In a matter of months, four of them fell in love and were married.

Jamie took me out, deep into the forest to teach me how to shoot the rifle and pistol. I could hardly sleep the night before, finally to be taught to defend myself. I would no longer feel fear when Jamie was away for an extended time and that meant so much to me. We made many trips, just the two of us, and the time was golden because we were alone to explore topics of conversation or take a break in the shade to tease each other or make love. It was a time to be remembered.

One autumn morning, I pulled my cloak against the cold as I returned from the whisky building. There was a package at our door, and I ran to it, excited to see what I had ordered. I cut the string and pulled the cloth open hearing my gasp at such a beautiful bible. It was large, like the family bibles I had seen at Lallybroch and I couldn’t wait to start recording the births and milestones of our family on the ridge. Tonight I will tell Jamie we will welcome another loved child to our family. He was so busy with his duties in the community I don’t think he noticed the three months without a period. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and smiled with anticipation.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

CONGRATULATIONS ON 2K!????? that’s SO EXCITING DJDJDJDNFJSNE

For the match ups- 🥺 could I request a genshin guy?

My name is emi, but y/n works perfectly well for me (:

I’m heterosexual (I think that’s the term for it? I like guys if that isn’t the word lol), my pronouns are she / her. Pretty traditional overall (:

Sfw / nsfw would be super cool!! But I’ll let you pick (: whatever is fun / less difficult for you to write

Overall I think I’m fairly traditional— I like a gentleman who doesn’t take things too fast. I’d prefer not to do anything sexual until after marriage- which might affect the nsfw section a tad... but if that’s the case don’t worry about it !! I’ll deal with it~ Soft guys are probably more my type- BUT I love a guy with a good sense of humor. (Also good style?) Soft perhaps as in gentle and kind...? Also a guy who knows how to deal with money- (*cOugh* sorry Zhongli). Just- someone nice, playful and a little bit traditional (:

I myself am.... creative..i guess? (Oh gosh I’m struggling...) I’m a musician / artist. Also I like to make things lol. My major and intended career choice would be overall useless in genshin :D soooo (rip computer science smh) ... I like cats :D I’m not overly fond of history?? I prefer the sciences and being social if that helps any? I... basically look like Amber. Literally just imagine Amber but in a business casual black/white/blue outfit and that’s what I look like lol. If I did have a vision... I’d probably choose hydro / cryo with either a catalyst or a sword 0-0 (because swords are cool)

Preferably... not? An archon? I’d prefer not to be the only one to die ):

Is this enough..?? probably... ?? Ummmmm... thank you for even reading this and considering it 🥺❤️ and if you do write it- I’ll be super excited when I read it!!

- ✨ (or 🔪 if sparkle is taken)

Ty bb ♥️ i match you with...

Venti!!

Finally... someone to talk back to Paimon with.

He loves making music with you at the top of the Statue Of The Seven. Or just watching the citizens go about their day .

Tone Deaf Bard will put his God duties on hold to just walk around with you all day. (You might have to pry him from the Tavern but once you mention you are going to make some Buoyant Breeze hes quick to hop off his bar stool and drag you outside to the nearest campfire to cook

If you are a Cryo he likes to freeze his wind into special shapes for you and giving you them as gifts.

He knows you enjoy being around the Frostbearing Tree and will happily accompany you to it even when hes freezing. ( give him a torch he will be fiiiiine)

If you are a Hydro he will often find you around the waters, preferably around the biggest tree in Windrise near the shallows. Venti loves to show you sense of humor. Meaning using his wind to dump water on you

“Venti!!!!” You almost use your sword on him but he just sits down you , offers you his Lyre and say “what’s wrong? Play me a song Emi”

And you forgive him. For now. You know cats are drawn to him even though hes allergic and lucky for you , you love cats so you are always ready to drop a cat on his lap till hes having a sneezing fit

He knows you like a thing called science and gets you your own Alchemy table so you can show him this... science

At the end of the day his favorite thing to do is to bring you to a mountain top to watch the stars. He wants to go to liyue with you one day, when hes not busy to see the sights and learn new songs he can play with you.

Venti knows you wanted to wait till after marriage to be intimate and he was fine with that. But when the day finally came he took you to a quiet, pretty place in Windrise. A little house hidden by trees with a view of the water. Hes very gentle with you and even teases how wet you are.

“It makes sense your a Hydro, Emi” he whispers in your ear while moving in and out of you with slow and heavy strokes. “I love you so much, even if you are ruining my bed”

He just has to slip in that back talk or he will break. But it just means you push him down on the bed, climb ontop of him and sitting right on his cock. Hes not so cheeky now. Instead he lets you do your thing. Enjoying how pretty you look bouncing on his cock.

[andsotheuniverseended]

cephas my beloved

so i don't know if what you meant here was "answer all thirty of the dnd meme questions for cephas" but that is how i'm interpreting it so i'mma go ahead and put it under a cut

(also for those not in the know, Cephas (they/she/him/any pronoun you like) is my stone construct witch. yes those are both homebrew things I found online. i use this witch and just recently updated them to the 3.0 version and i'm very excited about it)

1. if one of their friends was jumping on a bed and asked your character to join them, would they?

Yes, absolutely, of course. The bed would then immediately break because Cephas is a couple tons of solid rock, but that's on their friends for not thinking it through. Or maybe that was the plan. Either way, Cephas is on board.

2. would your character carry around a tiny bath and body works hand sanitizer? if yes, would it have a specific scent?

I mean, Ceph does carry around smelling salts enchanted to smell like whatever would make someone feel better in the moment? Which is kind of the same thing? But anyways the real answer is Probably Not unless it was a gift, because Cephas has no sense of smell and has no need to sanitize.

3. does your character paint their nails? do they wait for them to dry fully afterwards?

Technically he doesn't have nails but Cephas will happily allow themselves to be painted over any part of their body, and will stay completely still until it's dry. I know because the party his done this to them before.

4. if you cut open your character’s heart and there was something inside, what would it be? why?

Hm. I mean. Literally speaking, no heart, you just find stone in there. Figuratively speaking... a jade earring. representative of their first steps towards freedom.

5. do/would your character carry lots of hair ties on their wrist?

Nah, not unless one of the other party members asked.

6. what parts of your character’s voice/manner of speaking are distinct, if any?

Hm. Mostly just that their voice is pretty rough and low. Otherwise I think they talk pretty normal??

7. what’s the first thing your character’s eyes are drawn to on a map?

New places. To all the parts of the world they haven't seen yet, and want to.

8. how did your character feel when they left home for the first time?

Okay I'm going to go with the definition of home that means Cephas has to feel like it's home, which would mean the place where they lived with their BFF Effie. And I think the first time they left there, with an intent to go out and adventure, they felt really excited, happy, and like they were finally doing what they were meant to be doing. They'd been feeling very restless up until that point, so it's kind of like scratching an itch. Very satisfying.

9. where does your character look when they’re the only one walking down a road?

All around. She likes to see everything and doesn't get particularly worried about other people or robbers or things like that, so there's a lot of being generally distracted by whatever scenery they're passing through. Sometimes he'll just stop and pretend to be a statue on the side of the road and people watch for a while, if there's time for it.

10. does your character have tattoos? were they alone the first time they got one?

Being made of stone, my darling Cephas can't get tattoos. If they had actual flesh I do think they'd wanna get some.

11. if a button came loose from your character’s shirt, would they make sure the replacement matched?

Cephas doesn't wear clothes, and if they did 'matching' would not be the thing they cared about, so for sure No.

12. how loudly do they cry?

Gods I feel like a lot of these answers are just "Cephas is a stone construct and therefore cannot/does not do the thing" but like Cephas is a stone construct and cannot cry. There have been a lot of times where they wished they could, but their body wasn't built for it. Typically if they're sad, they're quiet about it, reserved.

13. does your character like holding hands? do they do it often?

Yes! But he doesn't do it very often at all. Stone isn't comfortable for other people to hold, and they have to be careful not to hurt people when touching them, so it's generally more dangerous for whoever they're holding hands with than its worth.

14. is your character more likely to wear a necktie, a bowtie, or a bolo tie? (if any at all)

Again, no clothes. But I think Cephas would enjoy a good bolo tie.

15. have you ever said something as your character that stuck with you for a while after? what was it?

Oh lord. Uhhh... hm, well there was this one thing but it is very dependent on the context of the moment. Which is that they were talking with another character who was frustrated about not knowing things, and talking about how in order to be people you have to ask questions even if you don't get answers, you have to keep asking questions. And then they discovered something that was a step in a mystery they'd been trying to deal with and Cephas said "and sometimes you do get answers" and I don't know why but that one did stick with me.

16. what does getting flustered look like for your character?

Stuttering. Awkward hand movements. Maybe reverting to the old "I am but a simple construct with no consciousness" trick if they're really feeling out of sorts.

17. does your character have to glance at their hands to remember left and right?

Ha, no. Cephas knows what they're doing, unlike me.

18. does your character have stuffed animals? would they if they could? what kind?

Hm, no, xe doesn't. But I think they would if they ever settled down and stopped traveling. Even if Cephas can't really feel the softness, they would like it. And they'd be very careful with them too. As for the kind... I'm thinking those, like, huge round ones? Fuck there was a name for them. Squishables?? I think???

19. does your character walk or run down stairs?

Walk, typically. Running could damage things lol

20. if your character saw a turtle stuck on its back, would they flip it over?

Oh yes 100%. And also try and talk to the turtle and see if it needed any further assistance.

21. has your character ever climbed out of a window? would they do it again?

I don't have a moment in mind specifically, but there's no way Cephas hasn't, and they would absolutely do it again.

22. what’s your character’s ideal way to wake up? what usually wakes them up?

Cephas doesn't so much sleep as... go into Obedient Construct mode for four hours, which is to say they will obey any order given to them. Ideal way to wake up from that is in some weird/compromising position because it means his friends were messing with them and they love that. And they can't be woken up unnaturally, so its just that after Four Hours something in their head goes Ding and they're back.

23. what’s the pettiest thing your character’s ever done?

Dyed a nobleman's hair bright pink because he was kind of rude to them when they were pretending to be a normal construct.

24. what made your character the angriest they’ve ever been?

Cephas... doesn't really do anger, generally. But! There was a man who pretended to be a prophet of a god, and collected a small group of true believers. And then he took over a town, and made the townsfolk slaves. And that really got to Cephas, in a very personal way. (They did take care of the man and they still have mixed feelings about doing it.)

25. how does you character smile?

With great effort. Cephas wasn't built to emote, so any facial expressions are subtle and take a lot of concentration and effort to make happen. Over time they've gotten more practiced at this and can do it almost without thought, but it's still the smallest movements for a great amount of toil.

26. does your know the names of their constellations? how did they learn them?

I think, some of them? Cephas lived with her best friend's family for a long time and I think they would've learned some of them there. But then they also definitely made a game out of making up constellations and naming them whatever they wanted, so it's a toss up whether what they know is a real constellation or one they made up and then forgot they made up.

27. do/would your character draw or write on themself?

Oh yeah, for sure.

28. would your character race someone to the top of a tall tree for bragging rights?

Not for bragging rights, but absolutely yes Cephas would race someone. And they would lose because they are big and heavy and not made for climbing, but its more about the fun of it than the winning or the losing for them.

29. is there an artist whose style you associate with your character? (visual or otherwise; poets and musicians, etc. count)

Hmm... not really?? I don't really associate artists with my characters. My friend drew Cephas once, so I think that's the closest I'm gonna get to that. Maybe Delta Rae? I feel like Delta Rae has got those witchy vibes, and that makes me think Cephas.

30. how has your character’s first impressions of their party members changed since they met them? have they stayed the same?

Oh this is delightful because when Ceph first met the party, they were pretending to be a normal construct, so the DM was 'playing' them. Which meant I got to sit there and watch, and so I wrote down what Cephas was thinking. They only met the first three members of the party that day, but I literally have it written down that it was three "good first impressions" because one of them stole a book, another one turned invisible to draw a face on a trash can, and the third called Cephas 'interesting'. Overall impression? A group of messes who just went through something tough and are not dealing with it super well.

Current impression? A surprisingly competent group of messes who are working through some stuff, and very much don't like talking about their feelings. Also, I'm invested.

Seriously though it started out as Cephas thinking they seemed fun and wanting a distraction, and now Cephas is like actually really invested in all of them and their growth and wants to help them as much as they can.

[skz222]

5.55 (han jisung)

contains: fluff, scenario, full length chaptered story, sfw, jisung x oc, lee know x oc, changbin x oc, jisung pov

word count: 2.8k

Previous chapter 

Chapter 1.3

July 13th, 2022

12:12 am.

I can’t sleep. 

Let me just go on Twitter or something I guess.

Scrolling, scrolling. It makes me feel better to see what Stays post about us, and it’s almost like going through a scrapbook of memories and it makes me feel better about being awake in a completely dark room right now. It almost feels like I’m ignoring something. The whole room...really is this dark huh..

I’m not going to wake up Hyunjin or Chan right now just because I’m scared of the dark.

Hah.

Maybe if I listen to some music I can sleep peacefully this time.

I don’t know why I keep having the same dream over and over, it’s almost every night at this point. I don’t even know if it’s something I don’t want to happen anymore. 

A warm and familiar hand starts rubbing my back gently.

“Why are you up so early baby?”

“I had a bad dream again...” 

Her back rubs comforted me but I felt agitated, like I wanted to go somewhere. How long have I even been up for? What time is it? I swear it’s only been 20 minutes but I can see the sky turning dark blue from black.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

“Not now Eunji, baby. I just want to kind of be by myself right now.”

“Is it something about me?”

“No, I just need some time alone right now.”

“Okay...I have to go to work soon so I’ll be leaving first.”

“Alright. Have a good day. I love you.”

“I love you too!”

Leaning over, she puts her hand on my face for a kiss. It’s sloppy and full of morning breath, and for once I actually feel a bit grossed out. I’ve never felt that way before, not even about any of the members or anybody before. I just don’t think I want to kiss her anymore.

I’ll just wait until she leaves to write it down in my dream journal.

I watch her carefully as she silently changes into her work clothes in the dark, grabs her bag and shoes, phone and charger, and silently heads out the door with a wave and a smile. I smile back, but I’m not sure if I even wanted to or if it was just out of habit.

One, two, three, four.... beep beep beep.

She’s fully gone now.

I grab my journal from under the mattress, between the bed and the nightstand so it never peeks out. Flipping through the pages, I guess this one is the same as the last, like what, 15 dreams I’ve had but I can’t just not record it down right?

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June 6th, 2022

She’s late again huh....

5:55 pm

Two slices of cheesecake on my table, one for me and one for someone else.

Eunji walks in finally, and she looks hurried, like she just came from work - a bunch of bags in her hands. 

“I’m sorry I’m late baby! The stores were being difficult with your gifts so it made me late.”

“No don’t worry, I wasn’t waiting long.”

I hand her the bag on the floor next to me, just one big bag but it’s heavy. All of her bags are designer brands and mine was just a big mauve paper bag. 

“I know you really like these colors so I made sure to get one of each style in your best colors!” 

“Thank you Eunji, that’s sweet.”

“What is this? Oh my god are these the shoes I’ve been wanting for years? Hannie baby...that’s so thoughtful.”

“I’m glad you like it. I’m sorry it’s not as much as you got me, I just am more of a one, thoughtful gift kind of person, I guess.”

“I feel....bad Jisung....I feel like I wasn’t as thoughtful with my gifts.”

“It’s okay, I understand. I know sometimes, when you’re with someone for a long time, you do things that are easier because you have an understanding or a felling that that person will stay with you forever regardless or will love you the same regardless. I think a lot of people start treating the ones around them with less care and like they’re less precious as time goes on, because a lot of people only treat things that aren’t easily obtainable or accessible as precious or valuable rather than the things right in front of them. I understand that we all have “easy versus thoughtful” moments in our day to day life. It’s hard to ask you to be thoughtful for me in moments like this when I haven’t always been. It’s not a competition, but I understand it’s just hard sometimes.”

“You only talk like this, very touching and carefully, when you’re deciding on something big. Are you deciding on something important to you?”

“I guess I was just thinking out loud I guess.”

We sat and ate in silence. Well, I ate my slice, she just played around with it for a while. Sometimes I wish she’d just admit she doesn’t actually like cheesecake as much as me or nearly at all anymore, if she ever did.

Sometimes I wish she would just eat it at least a little bit just to humor me, if she’s not going to be honest with me about it.

I guess this is how our relationship is these days. Aren’t things supposed to be better and bubbly at least a little bit longer than a few months? I feel like things haven’t been genuinely the same for a while now. It just feels like the girl I used to think about wasn’t even real, or she changed so much that she’s like a different person now. 

I feel strange saying I loved her, or that I do love her. The girl I used to love isn’t the same and not even in a normal way that people change. I was always hesitant to say I love you because it never felt natural, even though I felt that way when she wasn’t around. 

It’s like she was really good at portraying an image of herself that she knew I would love and adore and cherish, but could never keep it up long enough for me to be completely fooled.

I’m not necessarily an owner, or a possessive lover. I value loyalty in my interpersonal relationships the most, and to me that means no flirting at all or anything past that. 

Today is our 200 day anniversary. I never made it this far in any of my younger relationships, which I think were just puppy love at best. I thought this would be something to look forward to, but I feel like I was actually dreading it for the past 100 days.

On our 100 day, she was late also. I prepared a really nice picnic date at our favorite park, one close to her parents house. I waited for 2 hours, I even called a few times and she never answered. Call me a fool, a puppy, whatever you have to, but I just ignored the feeling.

I went home, decided to take a shower instead. I try my best to be understanding and was worried that there was an emergency. After I showered, I went to her place and she was busy, on a phone call, with her guy friend. 

I didn’t really ask more than that, I just entered, heard them laughing and talking, and left. She apologized later, said she was caught up with an important conversation. I think that was the moment I knew she wasn’t the one for me.

I think I’m a stubborn person. I’m stubborn about love because I don’t want to fail, with friends I love or with people I love in general.

I don’t think I give my heart away easily, but I think I’m the kind of person that loves entirely and really trusts my instinct and intuition. If I feel something is right, I go for it and don’t hold back, so I think that is why I’m stubborn because I don’t want to think I was wrong.

I know these last 100 days weren’t spent in vain though, I just spent it figuring out myself. I was too excited to be able to date. Once the dating ban was up I think I just...became too hopeful and excited, I wanted to be with someone in that way so badly.

I wanted to have a romantic love and do all of those things I had been waiting to do. It was hard because I hadn’t been able to since I was a teenager, so I just kind of disregarded most of my logic and thoughts about waiting.

It’s not that I needed to love myself, because I got to spend those years doing that instead and I’m grateful, but I didn’t understand myself well enough. I didn’t understand why I was feeling that way, like I was “behind” everyone else. In my career, I’m ahead and I’m successful and I’m grateful.

I felt behind in life, like I had been too focused on my career and myself and finally I was able to give and receive this amazing new love. I was so excited that I didn’t take the time to see if it was actually something I needed or if she was the person for me.

I think that’s one of my faults. I rush things sometimes and stick to it, but what these past 100 days have taught me is that I shouldn’t be that way anymore. I have hindsight now, and I can see that sometimes things are karmic.

Sometimes things are a result of my haste. It’s okay to make mistakes in choosing people. It’s okay to be wrong. It’s okay to change once you’ve seen the situation change or have new information about a person.

You can’t know everything off of a first meeting, and sometimes people make you see what you want to see.

________________________

July 13th, 2022

5:01 am

How is it already so late? I tried to write quickly...

I should read over it I guess, it kind of bothers me to have lots of errors-

Click.

?????????

Who is up right now?

Hyunjin beat me to it.

He got off the top bunk so fast I was almost sure he’d already been awake. Just casually getting off the bed, turning on the lights and opening the door.

I see someone leaving quickly, it’s another member? Right now? It’s barely light out...

Beep beep beep.

“Where is Minho going?”

“Huh...I don’t know, I didn’t think we had any schedules until at least 8 am?”

“We don’t....”

He looked confused but just shut off the light and climbed back to the top bunk.

I’ll quickly reread my journal before we have to start getting ready.

I had the same dream again last night. I was walking to the cafe, it was mid day but there were barely any people out for some reason. I was wearing a jacket even though it was hot, a cap and a mask. I went in and got my usual drink but wanted to grab a slice of cheesecake again.

There were only 3 other people in there, all girls. They were all minding their business, but were clearly friends. I look at the clock...

12:12 pm

I’m in no rush, but I can’t stop staring at the cheesecakes and pastries. I take off my hat and leave the mask. One of the girls came up to order another drink at the counter and another slice of cheesecake, she gets the strawberry one with extra strawberries. I look at her, but I can only see her chin and below.

She’s wearing her hair down, it falls just past her shoulders and is straight and black with a hint of purple. She has on a black tank top with an unbuttoned button up shirt over it, the shirt is white and short sleeved. She’s wearing light wash blue jeans and white tennis shoes. 

She’s laughing with the cashier, she said “Another one? You’ll never get tired of these huh?” and they laugh.

I smile at her, and I ask her for her name. She tells me but I can never remember it when I wak wake up. My drink and cheesecake are ready right afterwards, and I take them in both hands. She taps me on the shoulder and I turn around, I still can’t see above her chin, the dream will never let me. 

The light coming in from the windows is hitting her in the most beautiful way.

She asks me what kind of cheesecake I got, and I tell her mulberry.

“Oh! That makes sense. My Korean isn’t fluent yet so I couldn’t tell what that one was, thank you!” 

I smile and laugh, her voice and laugh, they make me feel something.

She turns around and sits back with her friends, at the table right in front of the register. She turns away as she sits down so I still can’t see her face, but I see the faces of her friends. They start laughing and this whole part is in slow motion.

Then I wake up. 

Why do I keep having this dream?

I used to feel bad that I kept having this dream when I started meeting Eunji, but then I remembered that I’ve been having this dream long before I knew her. Since when?

Flipping, flipping. 

No way...

Since July 13th, 2020?

Exactly two years ago?

Beep beep.

지금 바쁘니? 카페 빨리 와 <3 (Are you busy right now? Come to the cafe rn <3)

지금 왜???? 새벽엔??? (Right now? It’s early as hell??)

지금 다른 일을 있어...??? (U got something better to do?)

없어 (Nah)

그럼 빨리 와<3 <3 (Alrighty then get that ass over here <3)

아라써  (Yeah fine)

Why right now? Did he have an emergency and that’s why he left so early? I guess I do need a coffee..

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Do I subconsciously dress this way to the cafe hoping I’ll meet her now? These past 100 days have been really sad for me just because I have that dream almost every night, especially since July started it’s literally every time. 

I feel kind of silly to be honest, maybe she isn’t even real. 

I don’t know why I’d dream of an imaginary girl, was I just that lonely? I don’t understand. 

The sun is coming out already, it feels so good to be in the sunlight right now. I feel so cold for some reason. 

Beep beep.

자기! 저녁식사!!!!! 같이 먹을래? 누나 사줄게 <3 (Babe do you want to get dinner tonight? My treat <3)

아, 스케줄 한이써, 미안. 보상해줄겡 (I actually have a schedule today I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you though.)

괜차나, 누나가 응원할게! (It’s okay, I’ll be cheering you on!)

I don’t even want to reply honestly..

Well I’m here finally.

I can see Minho and Changbin inside already..? With some random girls as well? They’re lucky it’s even too early for Dispatch to be out because there’s literally no one else here???

“Hey guys! Good morning!”

“Jisung! Come here come sit!”

“Ah thank you, I’m gonna order first!”

“Alright alright!”

“Can I get a hot milk chocolate with vanilla syrup and a slice of mulberry cheesecake please? Yes, thank you!”

“Hi, can I get another iced milk tea with a slice of cheesecake?”

“Of course ma’am, you don’t even have to order at this point.”

They’re laughing.

I look over, just not even thinking properly. I like her outfit, a black tank top with a white over shirt, jeans and some white shoes. Very pretty.

“Your food is ready sir!”

“Thank you very much! Hey scoot over so I can put my drink!””

Minho scooches over for me.

“Hey! I’m Ahyeon! Binnie told us a lot about you! This is Hyesoo and this is Hyojin!”

...Hyojin...

“Park Hyojin?”

“Oh? Do you two know each other?”

“No, I was just...guessing...”

The clothes, the barista interaction, this whole situation is almost exactly the same the time is off, the people, are you serious?

Did I only remember her name because Ahyeon said it out loud...

She’s still at the counter, her back turned and she’s just waiting, talking with the barista. She didn’t hear...

I should go home right now, I’m stinky I haven’t showered since yesterday, I’m wearing old clothes, I’m painfully nervous right now I feel like I’m not ready for this I don’t think I’ve ever felt my heart beating this loudly before am I going to pass out?

I get up abruptly and walk outside, ignoring everyone.

I should get ready for our schedule anyways, I’ll text them on the way back-

5:55 am.

“Hey hey hey wait up! Where are you going?”

[parasighting]

Top 20 albums of 2020

New place for Parasighting (here you can find the old blog), as it seems that Facebook and several social media platforms in general don’t very much agree with Blogger. Oh well, if we don’t change we die, isn’t that what they say? So, this will be the new place for posts from now on, including the Rodon Underground playlists (that is, if I manage to wrap my head fully around how Tumblr actually works). For now, and as a fitting starting post, here are the best 20 albums of 2020, always in my opinion and always in a mood for fisticuffs:

1. Fontaines D.C. - A Hero's Death

This normally shouldn’t come as a surprise, but it’s not like we haven’t had our fair share of scares in our lifetime when we’re dealing with a sophomore album following after an explosive debut. Last year’s Dogrel gave everyone what they wanted/expected, since basically it was, more or less, a gathering of all the great singles Fontaines D.C. had released in a 2-year period prior to that. As it seems, we are indeed dealing with an absolute gem of a band that, this time around, did anything but staying safe with an already tried-out and successful formula. Instead, they chose to give all weight to feeling, proving their songwriting genius at the same time. A Hero’s Death doesn’t contain intended typical radio hit songs (although it plays a lot on today’s radio, something hopeful for the music industry in general), instead it’s full of meaningful introvert compositions saturated in melody and atmosphere, while Fontaines D.C. themselves, despite their huge and abrupt success the last years, keep a low profile and support their material exemplary. This record is music history, and one to be mentioned for years or even decades from now in music in general.

Listen to A Hero’s Death

2. C.O.F.F.I.N. - Children Of Finland Fighting In Norway

Many have wondered about the air in Australia. Or the water. Or maybe it’s the crazy wildlife that makes one either to be on their toes all day or to “yolo” it like there’s no tomorrow. These lads right here sure seem to be the latter. It would be futile to try and get right now into the history of Australian music and what this country has offered the world, especially when it comes to garage/punk. So, it shouldn’t surprise us that C.O.F.F.I.N. have released this record this year but, then again, uncontainable excitement gets usually mistaken for surprise. It’s not that they had been under the radar or something until now, but Children of Finland Fighting in Norway is the flag all Turbojugends around the world should gather behind this year. This album is the Apocalypse Dudes of the band and, mind you, I’m not talking about copying Turbonegro or anything like that. I’m talking about the spontanity and the pure energy that is emitted here throughout. The band, although they surely step on the foundations of (especially the scandinavian) rock ‘n’ roll history, the final result can’t be mistaken with any other band. A look on the videos the band has put out will give you a total idea that here we’re dealing with original Aussie craziness, and that is something not to be messed with, if you ask me.

Listen to Children of Finland Fighting in Norway

3. Napalm Death - Throes Of Joy in The Jaws Of Defeatism

I don’t think that the name Napalm Death needs much introduction, even to those who have little contact with the extreme sound in general. Pioneers of hardcore punk, grindcore and so many sub-genres at their birth, they have been shaping much of the contemporary extreme music scene through the years. And, in order for this to be achieved, it couldn’t be without constant musical unrest and experimentation. Shane Embury & co returned in 2020 with their 16th album, in which they push their (and music’s in general) boundaries to new territories. Of course, this in no way means that it is a soft or mellow record, even for Napalm Death standards. Instead, the band incorporates even more diverse elements from bands that one could say have been their followers, only to prove once again that they are the true pioneers. Throes of Joy in the Jaws of Defeatism is a full record where something exciting happens each minute, and this is the chance for any listener that (maybe has been living in a cave up until now and) hasn’t yet captured the grandeur that a band like Napalm Death exhales.

Listen to Throes of Joy in the Jaws of Defeatism

4. All Them Witches - Nothing as the Ideal

What is “rock” anyway? If there was a faceless recipe, then everyone would be able to just follow the rules and do it. Instead, through the over-production in today’s music, it’s damn hard to find something original and spontaneous, as most bands can’t do anything better than copying a “recipe” or reverse-engineering their idols, at best. And this is why bands like All Them Witches shine brightly and justly from within the pile. Nothing as the Ideal elegantly showcases that this band basically carries a significant amount of all the weight of today’s rock music. Yes, they started off having been labeled as “stoner” or “desert” or whatever, but the signs were always there. Dying Surfer Meets His Maker was the first blast, but, with this one, All Them Witches establish themselves among the leaders. After all, how can you go wrong with a band that sounds better playing live than on their studio recordings?

Listen to Nothing as the Ideal

5. Hurula - Jehova

It’s safe to say that the name Robert Petersson is nothing short of a landmark when it comes to Swedish punk. Showcasing some fine moments of hardcore skate-punk with Epileptic Terror Attack, hardcore rock ‘n’ roll with Regulations, melodic punk with Masshysteri (among others), finally Hurula is his personal musical vehicle, where he is in absolute command of everything. And, although this is already his fourth full-length release and, thus, it’s not like we had no idea about the potential, Jehova proves to be his grand opus so far, in a sort of unexpected way. The general orchestration remains “rock”, but the multiple melodic layers all over make for a unique experience for the listener who is not limited within specific musical genres or styles. The Swedish lyrics throughout might make it a bit unaccessible to many, but don’t let this minor detail keep you from discovering an incredible record.

Listen to Jehova

6. Wailin Storms - Rattle

Wailin Storms are a “where had they been hiding up until now?” case. Although they released their debut album not before 2015, Rattle is already their fourth one, and what a kick in the head it was for me discovering them last year! Going through their discography in retrospect, one should not be surprised, of course. The North Carolina rockers always carried their certain and specific type of lyricism amid their heavy and, at times, almost noise/sludge guitars. Fitting all this alongside the mystical atmosphere and Justin Storms’ agonizing vocals, the speakers exhale a strangely attractive as well as condemning dark beauty through the speakers. Many things come to mind as to what one could say Wailin Storms sound like through their definitely personal identity; in my ears, it’s kind of like the Black Angels jamming with Unsane and smoking whatever Electric Wizard passed them through. If this doesn’t make you want to check out Rattle, I have no idea what could.

Listen to Rattle

7. The Hawkins - Silence Is A Bomb

All those that know me, also know what a huge sucker for swedish rock ‘n’ roll I am. But, ever since the great scandinavian rock ‘n’ roll revolution by Gods like the Hellacopters and Gluecifer started to happen, a lot of things have also happened in the meantime. Especially to the younger rockers, the aforementioned bands now carry a “classic rock” label, but then again that kind of makes sense if you were born around the years Supershitty to the Max! was released. Time for the new generation to show what they’re worth, then. Through the flood of copycat and mediocre bands (justifiably, in a way), luckily from time to time there will be one or two cases to stand out, and these four kids from Arboga, Sweden surely make the cut. Although their debut album three years back was definitely a beautifull high-energy record, Silence Is a Bomb is what adds a special kind of maturity in rock ‘n’ roll, while still maintaining its edge. The Hawkins take their Hellacopters, but they also add several doses of Queen in them, maybe making the final mix too soft for purists; but who cares about them anyway?

Listen to Silence Is a Bomb

8. Chubby & the Gang - Speed Kills

It feels like nothing short of a fresh breath of life, a feeling that there is still hope in this damn world, when debuts like this one right here appear out of nowhere. Chubby & the Gang are just some kids from West London who, with Speed Kills, give you, if not something else, a feeling that here we’ve struck pure gold. Carrying a hardcore tone, apart from that they’re just a bunch of absolutely fresh and fun punk rock ‘n’ rollers, and, if this is not exactly what we need these days, I just don’t know what is. With gang vocals throughout the whole record and with the average running track time below two minutes, this band has automatically climbed near the top of my bucket list of bands I want to see live at first chance.

Listen to Speed Kills

9. This Is Nowhere - Grim Pop

Plainly put: In a fair world, This Is Nowhere would be globally greeted as one of the greatest bands of today’s psychedelic heavy rock; and this is not an exaggeration. Then again, them being from Greece and their members being scattered in three different countries are not factors that objectively help. Even at that, it’s astonishing how they’ve obviously achieved a certain chemistry between them through the years in order to achieve such a feat, like Grim Pop definitely is. Their two previous albums contained a significant amount of all the mystical energy the band emits on stage, but, if you ask me, there was always something missing; something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Well, with Grim Pop, it’s like everything is finally falling into place. This Is Nowhere have irrevocably and definitively left terms like “stoner” or “psychedelic rock” behind; instead they have unrepentantly dived into the ‘60s, distorted everything they found there through their personal prism and created an inviting sound vortex ready to suck you into its very own black hole. Who cares if we never return?

Listen to Grim Pop

10. Στράφι (Strafi) - Παραδομένοι στη Γιορτή (Paradomeni sti Giorti)

If you asked me some years back, I could never imagine myself including a street punk record in a yearly music list. I have to admit that Strafi being from my hometown Larissa played its role; but this role played a part only for me to take note of them. Because genre-wise, the band’s sophomore release is just perfect. Having gone over the somewhat general “shyness” of their beautiful debut album, here the band presents an absolutely confident and sturdy face. The sound production contains no faults, the compositions are meaningful and inspired, the lyrics carry a level of poetry rarely found in the genre (and yes, one would have to speak Greek in order to enjoy them, unfortunately for many). Really, this is one of the cases that there’s not much to be said, as music takes over all the talking. We need more music coming straight from the heart, and Strafi are here to deliver exactly this.

Listen to Παραδομένοι στη Γιορτή

11. Minerva Superduty - In Public

Another Greek entry, one that the world definitely has to discover. I find it a bit strange how Minerva Superduty started their discography, which was with an instrumental metal record that, amid its creativity, left the listener with a somewhat lack of closure and fullness. 2016′s Gorod Zero came to showcase a new potential for the band, and In Public, coming just days before last year’s end, fulfilled this potential to the fullest; well, until their next album, at least. Minerva Superduty merge their mathcore foundations with Converge-like hardcore and, under just 20 minutes, they deliver the absolute soundtrack for the chaos 2020 has left the world with. Do not let this gem pass by.

Listen to In Public

12. Yovel - Forthcoming Humanity

Blackmetal is a genre that has been through a lot. Of course, through its extremity, it has given way to experimentations that could never have taken place within other kinds of music but, on the other hand, this very extremity has always served as a twisted fortress for far-right and generally fascist ideologies. Yovel emerged in 2018 to rectify this problem and restore part of blackmetal’s infamy. Hɪðəˈtu had made clear of these intentions of the band, but Forthcoming Humanity drops like a milestone to declare that this was anything but a one-time wonder. Yovel take blackmetal forms and orchestrations but add atmospheric (not shoegazey) elements borrowed from folk music and create a concept album that speaks loudly against racism, fascism, bigotry, oppression. Interludes dressed with poetry and melody give place to wrecking sound outbursts and, if there is one thing they do, that’s passing on the message clearly and successfully. Yovel are here to stay, and that’s one encouraging thing about extreme music today.

Listen to Forthcoming Humanity

13. Oily Boys - Cro Memory Grin

Ahh Australia again. And a debut that has surely turned heads. Oily Boys come from Sydney and this is their hopeful debut, that being an understatement. This new band delivers an outburst of a record, bringing to mind New York hardcore at one time, taking you to sick psychedelic noise rock at the next. It all feels so cold and unhospitable in here, yet something urges you to look at it straight in the eyes. Of course, there are a lot of Converge elements in here, but this never stays in that place, as, before you know it, it jumps to post-punk and to other experimental lengths, always maintaining a chaos that may be baffling but, then again, you don’t exactly want for it to fall into order. Fans of Old Man Gloom will also find many things they like in here. Bizarre listen for bizarre times. It’s an uncomfortability we just cannot ignore.

Listen to Cro Memory Grin

14. The Good the Bad and the Zugly - Algorithm & Blues

The Norwegians with the funny and long name (one can only wonder after how many beers it was conceived) struck for the fourth time in 2020. Although their debut Anti-World Music in 2013 made an impact in the scene breathing Turbonegro with a hardcore twist, personally I can’t say the same for the next two albums; it always felt to me that something was amiss. Maybe it was that humor was taking over a bit too much or something. Mind you, the Good the Bad and the Zugly are not a joke band by any chance, but the playful sarcastic elements were always a basic ingredient in their overall sound. Coming on to Algorithm & Blues then, I think this time around thay have managed to balance it all out perfectly. With Ivar Nikolaisen being the lead vocalist of the mighty Kvelertak for a couple of years now, this might be a factor that has made the band mature compositionally. Algorithm & Blues is more melodic, more substantial, more sing-along-y, but it never loses its humorous charm, preserving the band’s identity. And with song titles like “Fuck the Police” and “The Kids Are Alt-Right”, you know they’re also on the right side.

Listen to Algorithm & Blues

15. Pallbearer - Forgotten Days

One of the most tired genres of extreme music is definitely doom metal. Ever since the “stoner” plague came into existence, the world has been saturated with kids that, discovering the pentatonic scale, thought they were the new messiahs drowning us in a sea of boredom. It was not all bad of course, but, having to surf through oceans of mediocrity in order to find something that stands out, can be quite tiresome. Pallbearer from Little Rock, Arkansas surely did stand out at the start of the last decade but I think it’s taken them a while to perfect their craft. Alas, Forgotten Days. The monster riff that starts off the opening title-track is more than enough to set the mood straight. Black Sabbath riffology, Candlemass atmospheres, even Electric Wizard and Cathedral hooks; all done in a modern manner breathing life into the genre which, with bands like Pallbearer, can look hopefully into the future. The incredible cover artwork and the lamentful lyrical themes revolving around family loss surely add to the big picture. This is the definite release of 2020 for doom fans.

Listen to Forgotten Days

16. Video Nasties - Dominion

Another debut of another band to definitely watch out for. Video Nasties from UK start off looking like they know exactly what they’re out for. The whole image is brought out from ‘80s horror video tapes and this is enhanced by the movie samples all over the place paying homage to John Carpenter. Musically, here we have some exceptional death/black ‘n’ roll, and what a pleasure it is when done right. Yes, the band takes a lot from Swedish melodic deathmetal but, to my relief, they surely sound like they detest metalcore and its sub-genres as much as I do. Dominion is an absolutely enjoyable record that flows beautifully, always maintaining its theme and atmosphere and calling for repeat plays. Fans of death, black, thrash and extreme genres in general will surely feel at home here. Sometimes it’s as simple as that.

Listen to Dominion

17. The Frights - Everything Seems Like Yesterday

The Frights from San Diego, California started in 2013 as garage surf punks carrying their own distinct feeling and melody. They were always enjoyable with the lyrical themes being more esoteric, something that set them apart from the usual stuff in the genre. At first, the songs of Everything Seems Like Yesterday were intended to be released by the band’s main man Mikey Carnevale as a solo effort, but something apparently changed his mind. Many were obviously surprised by this new acoustic direction the name Frights has taken, but, setting aside specific expectations, the best thing one has to do is appreciate the artistic worth independently. And how rewarded they’ll be doing that with this album! Everything Seems Like Yesterday is a beautiful introvert, substantial and entirely acoustic album, ideal to keep you company after a hangover or through many types of hard times. It’s one of those times that this type of quiet sounds just liberating.

Listen to Everything Seems Like Yesterday

18. Umbra Vitae - Shadow of Life

With Jacob Bannon from Converge and Jon Rice from Uncle Acid & the Deadbeats on board, here we’re dealing with nothing short of a super project. And especially when Bannon (apart from all his many other musical projects) decides to venture into death/black metal areas, this is absolutely something you don’t want to miss. Shadow of Life is anything but your average deahmetal fix, and it demands your undivided attention throughout. Explosive in its grim and dark temperament, and with stunning artwork dressing it perfectly, this is an album that grabs you by the throat. Not that you haven’t offered it willingly in the first place.

Listen to Shadow of Life

19. Idles - Ultra Mono

Unless you’ve been living under a rock for many years, there is no way that you’re ignorant on the Idles phenomenon. After Brutalism and Joy as an Act of Resistance, I don’t know what we all expected from them. It’s not the easiest task to surpass two albums that have set new standards in today’s punk music (”punk” being used as broadly as possible, as a term). And, to put it bluntly, Ultra Mono doesn’t do anything like that, like, it would be something impossible, especially so soon. Then again, Idles are a band just incapable of releasing a bad record and, although it didn’t make it to the top spots of 2020′s list, Ultra Mono is an Idles-trademarked sharp and edgy album (musically and politically) that preserves them at the top where they indicate to the rest of the world where music is going.

Listen to Ultra Mono

20. Protomartyr - Ultimate Success Today

Protomartyr from Detroit have always served their unique blend of post-punk. In Ultimate Success Today, they continue their gloomy journey in symphony with this dark world. Joe Casey, always carrying a Nick-Cave-like vibe in his tone, delivers his grim lyrics atop the heavy basslines, the strange drumbeats and the almost free-jazz saxophone. Always melancholic and dystopic, Protomartyr is the band this world needs and deserves.

Listen to Ultimate Success Today