#i gave him the orb because it looks cool

[crystalvfae]

guess who's sliding back in your DMs

[twilghtkoo]

to be loved is to be seen.

pairings. idol!jungkook x reader

genres/aus. fluff, established relationship, idol!au

warnings. mentions of smoking and alcohol

masterlist

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“i’m going to use the bathroom real quick.” you tell jungkook as you lift yourself off the couch. he’s quick to stand up with you but you lightly push him down, your index finger grazed against his skin from the buttons on his shirt being unbuttoned and exposing a bit of his chest.

you shake your head. “stay, i’ll be back.” you say while pulling one side of his shirt closed to hide the bareness. girls have been staring at him and trying to come up to him and it’s getting annoying.

his bottom lip is pushed out slightly, pouting before he lets you go alone.

jungkook watches you make it to the stairs until you disappear from his sight.

you’re thankful the bathroom wasn’t occupied and you could easily walk in, locking the door behind you.

anxious thoughts invade your mind. the five drinks you’ve had can’t even cloud your thoughts nor make you tipsy enough—curse your body for not being a lightweight.

jungkook’s friends had invited you two to a party and originally he didn’t want to go because you were with him and he wanted to be with you. but he barely gets to see his friends and it’s been awhile since he’s been out with them. it took a bit to persuade him but he gave in on the exception that you came. and you didn’t mind. you thought it would be fun. it was fun.

but his friends aren’t your friends and your social battery around strangers tends to drain fast. they’re nice people and all, but now you just want to go home.

this was your idea you know… yeah well, you’re gonna tough it out for him because he’s having a good time and you’re gonna do anything for him. good pep talk!

“__?” three soft knocks and his sudden voice makes you jump, realizing you’ve been standing in front of the sink, stuck in your head.

“hang on!” you shout out, quickly using the restroom and washing your hands before you step out to meet the boy on your mind.

his eyes find yours quickly, trying to decipher any changes in your body language or to read anything going on behind your orbs.

“you okay? you’ve been in there for awhile so i came up to check on you.” he asks with concern in his voice.

you try to smile but it comes out small. “yeah, sorry,” you opened your mouth to continue but nothing comes out.

a couple drunkenly tumbles up the stairs, heading towards you both but he’s quick to grasp onto your waist and move you both against the wall. the couple passes you and disappears into a room, slamming the door behind them.

both of you slowly turn your heads to look at each other with raised eyebrows and you burst into fits of laughter. him still holding onto you, as you two start to quiet down. the scent of his cologne and cigarettes permeated your nostrils, remembering him and his friends were outside smoking earlier. in the early stages of you two dating, the smell used to bother you, so jungkook had the notion to smoke outside shirtless so the smell doesn’t catch onto his clothes and to brush his teeth so he can kiss you easily. now you’re used to it.

suddenly, he’s gazing down upon you. “you tired?”

immediately shakes your head, “no.”

he lets out a deep breath and hums, sliding a hand into the front pocket of his jeans before throwing the other over your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side as he guides you downstairs.

“well i am. let’s go home.” he declares, his head turning left and right to find where his friends went while you just gawk at him.

but you don’t say nothing.

once you both reach his group of friends, they’re heads turn towards you both. “guys i’m feeling tired so we’re gonna head home.”

“what, already?”

“that���s cool, thanks for coming man.”

you released yourself from jungkook so they could bid their manly goodbyes, them also thanking you for coming and saying it was good to see you.

jungkook links his hand with yours as you both make your way out the building onto the streets. with your hand in his, he brings it up to his face and softly kisses the back of it three times.

you fondly stare at him before hanging your head as you watch both your pairs of feet walk in sync.

“sorry i made you leave early, i know you said you were tired because of me. i didn’t mean to force you to leave ‘cus i know you were having fun–“

he stops in his tracks and squeezes your hand. “baby, ever since i met you, the thought of being without you made me crazy. so what makes you think i’d want to be out without you?” he expresses, taking your face in the palm of his hands and pressing his lips against yours in a short kiss. “plus, being at home in bed with you honestly sounds really fucking good right now.”

a timid smile stretched onto your lips before you reached on your tippy toes to kiss him again. “i love you.”

“i love you, silly. now let’s go home. are you hungry, ‘cus im craving ramen and i might make some when we get home.”

“ramen actually sounds really good right now.”

it’s 3am as i finish this so enjoy another self indulgent jungkook brain rot :D the way ill be at an outing w family or friends having fun but then two hours pass and with the snap of fingers i go quiet and have a rbf and i’m ready to go home and be in bed💀 anyway likes & reblogs are v much appreciated !! stay safe and healthy <33

[mondaymelon]

— pocky for the malipo ⭑.ᐟ

⟶ ( kinich x gn!reader )

— in which... hey, does this even count as a kiss...?

— speedran this filler post for pocky day + kinch's birthday.. its single day too LMAO the coincidences are simply uncanny ..

— starts out w mualani + kinich for context , fluff !! reader likes sweets,, ...tw... use of the word orbs..

“awwww, c’mon!! it’ll be fun, i promise…”

mualani jumps up and down vigorously, her expression slowly growing more and more dejected. “the traveler told me all about it- this otherworldly tradition, y’know, with those little sweet stick thingies, they even gave me a box! it’d be a reallll big shame to waste ‘em, and wouldn’t it be super cool to do?”

recently, mualani had grown very invested in the idea of some date called “pocky day.” these sorts of random hyperfixtations happened just about every other day, but this time the obsession lasted a linger longer than most, all because of some eavesdropping on the traveler, who offhandedly mentioned it in some conversation… anyway, now that the day itself had arrived, 11/11, she was more excited than ever.

“just onnncee..! pretty please, kinich… xilonen? sharky??” seeing that no one here was willing, except for sharky, who wagged his tail in approval, mualani let out a wail.

kinich stared at her with a tired gaze, sighing slowly. “well, i don’t see how-”

“oHHH my aRCHONS, kinich, how are you so BORING?? when i contracted with this stupid guy, YOU, i thought itd be a little more fun than rotting in a cave ALLL day long but APPARENTLY not!!? live a little uGHHGH, you emo little ‘oooohh look at me im so distant and mysterious’ shut UPPP…” ajaw popped out of nowhere, face red and pixelated hands waving back and forth angrily. “c’mooon, surely you aren’t stupid and blind enough to see that this is the literally PERFECt opportunity to smoochy smoochy kiss kiss that one person you've been OGLING with those  big ORBS of yours huh????”

kinich opened his mouth to say something, but then paused. mualani watched with bated breath, squeezing sharky in her hands in anticipation, eyes sparkling, gaze screaming “oh????”. 

“...well… i guess… hmph, even someone like ajaw makes a point sometimes, huh…?” kinich coughed into his fist sheepishly, a barely noticeable blush dusting his cheeks. “though, i’m not ‘ogling’ them at all, ajaw- it’s- well, i’m just observing them. for a commission.”

“suuuUUUReeee palllll, whatever you say- YOU REALLY DIDN’T THINK I’D SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT, DID YOU??? BLABLABLA LALALA I’m RIGHT AHAHAHH THATS RIGHT IM RIGHT IM-”

kinich swatted ajaw out of the air, in the way one would with a buzzing fly. he flew through the air, disappearing into the horizon with a sparkle.

“...ahem. mualani, i’ll be heading out now.” kinich turned around calmly, as if he hadn’t just committed battery. "if i may, could i get one of those ‘pocky’ you were talking about? i’ll repay you.”

"hehe... no need for repayment, just tell me how it goes later!" mualani, smug and beaming, handed over one of the boxes.

..and so the time had come.

"kinich?" glancing up from your work, you flashed him a smile. "what's the matter?"

well, it wasn't as if the saurian hunter didn't see you out often- he did. this little nook you had in the scions of canopy was, as kinich put it, "on the convenient way back" for all of his missions, and so the male found most evenings swinging by (pun intended).

no, him coming wasn't the issue here. but kinich had been uncharacteristically.. avoidant of your gaze. for the past five minutes he had been there, arms crossed and leaning against the door frame like they do in those inazuman light novels, he'd been staring at a crack in the floorboards. and to make matters more concerning, he had something strange in his hands too: some sort of box that he kept flipping around with his fingers.

"hey. kini'. we're both not great at words, so just tell me and get.. well, whatever it is. you wanna say over with." at the mention of his nickname, kinich perked up, clearing his throat.

"ah, that..."

ohh, so there was the problem. the eerily quiet atmosphere was because ajaw wasn't present... pause, now you were even more worried. kinich had somehow gotten ajaw off his ass?? unthinkable????

"is it an emergency? fuck, are we all going to die? tell me this type of thing earlier, kini', i need to pack all my-"

"what? no- i, mualani.. she, no, there's this holiday, today. the traveler mentioned it, and i thought it'd be fun to try out.. you like sweets too, so. here." kinich unearthed some sort of... stick? was he really trying to feed you sticks? c'mon now, you weren't that stupid-

"i can read your gaze. it's not like that. here, it's chocolate, just- hah..." kinich sighed, eyebrows pinched together, wearing the expression of someone watching everything go wrong. "give it a taste?"

you eyed him skeptically, before taking the stick out of his hands and taking a bite.

"...sweet."

"yeah?"

"not a stick."

"...yes."

"...give me another."

"not so fast, we need to play the game first." kinich took one of the sticks and put it into his mouth, all of a sudden looking a lot more... guilty? you couldn't quite pinpoint the expression on his face, something you'd been doing with a 30% success rate (the highest any natlanian had ever achieved). "whoever gets the last bite wins."

"...i'm just supposed to. eat the other end?"

"what, you can't?" the slight teasing edge in his voice reminded you of ajaw (just the slightest) and you immediately became exponentially irritated.

"hah, who said that? bet."

"..."

oh, so now he chose not to break eye contact.

"...a-hey, we're getting a little close, aren't we.."

"...if you wanna break it off, lose."

"...fuck, you-"

you grabbed him by the cheek, pushing yourself forward and, admittedly, forcefully touching your lips against his. whether by the suddenness or whether by the fact that you two had, well, "kissed," the esteemed malipo kinich let out what sounded like a sputter and fell backward, hands barely catching him from falling to the ground. sitting himself down, he looked up at you with flushed cheeks, mouth slightly open, and the edge of his lips smudged with chocolate.

"bleh. i win." sticking out your tongue, you motioned with your hands. "the whole box, it's mine now. winner takes all, or whatever they say in mondstadt."

kinich's gaze was observant, and under it you felt your face slowly begin to warm, realizing what you had just done.

"not so fast." kinich stood back up, recomposing himself in a matter of seconds.

"one more round. you caught me off guard."

(a/n) and then reader and kinich smoochy smooch smooch kiss kissed and single day was no longer single and happy birthday kinich really did become happy for kinich fuck when am i going to find me a partner <- has unrealistic expectations

context notes!! :

ajaw purposefully left kinich alone so that he could do his.. idk if you can call it flirting. pocky game w you. best wingman ajaw we all cheer (in reality he was tired of seeing kinich act all lovey dovey whenever you were around and found the tension suffocating so he decided to take matters into his own hands)

taglist (comment to be added / send in an ask on my sb): @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu-archive, @falors, @swivy123, @scara-is-my-wife, @lupicalbestwolf, @justyoureader, @fiannee, @aether-darling, @aioniela, @avensuersa, @dainsleif-when-playable, @umiloa, @intpessimistic, @keiiqq, @intpessimistic, @eutopiastar, @matcha-mintea

[moonchild9350]

Your Sweet Angel

Summary: Your days are long, you’re a mess, your mind all over the place. But things can change with the help of an angel, a light in your dark life.

Pairing: fantasy au Felix x fab reader

Genre: smut 18+MDNI

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: dubcon I guess? I mean consent is given eventually ha. Coercion, nipple play, p in v penetration, creampie (don’t), mystical being?, stalkish. Let me know if I missed anythingl

Notes: idk where this came from lol. The thoughts that run through my mind late at night when I should be sleeping. I just had to write it down lol. This is lightly edited so please excuse any typos!

If you like let me know! Likes, comments, reblog always appreciated ♡

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

It was a difficult day, from the moment your day began. You overslept, the traffic caused your head to hurt, your coworkers testing your patience. Yeah, it’s definitely been a tough day.

To clear your mind you decided to take a walk, breathing in the cool, night air, the moon shining brightly in the sky, the stars illuminating your path. You walked and walked, humming a random song to yourself, your hands in your pockets.

Before you knew it, you found yourself at the park, darkness settling in, with the glow of the lamps providing a soft light. You decided to walk through, safety be damned, you didn’t care about anything at this point.

You made your way along the path, your mind clearing more and more with each step. However, about half way through, you heard a voice. The voice was singing, the song ethereal in the night air.

Looking up you saw a man sitting on the ledge of one of the walls lining the pathway. He was gorgeous, angelic almost in the lightening. He seemed to be swaying with the music only he could hear. You looked closer and noticed his eyes were closed, a soft smile spread across his face.

You stepped up to him and just watched and listened, enjoying his voice and the serenity of the moment. Eventually the song must have finished, because he stopped swaying and opened his eyes, the dark orbs finding yours in the darkness

He smiled, the action traveling to his eyes, as he beckoned you forward with his tiny hands. You shouldn’t go near him, the alarms in your head going off, but you couldn’t help it. You slowly made your way to the mysterious man, stopping before him.

You were able to take in his face more and how beautiful was it. His eyes looked up at you with such softness, freckles littering his face.

“Hi, I’m Felix,” the man said.

You were nervous, your voice stuck in your throat. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You blushed in embarrassment, your eyes falling to your feet. Why were you still here? You were definitely ignoring all thoughts of stranger danger, but you couldn’t move. It felt like you were under a spell.

“Don’t be shy,” Felix said, flashing his soft smile again.

“I’m…I’m y/n.”

“Hi y/n,” he said. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

At his words you looked up, confusion on your face.

“You’ve been waiting for me?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.

“Mmhmm, I have.” Felix said. “And now you’re here. Let’s go, we have no time to waste, time is running out.”

You were confused by his words. Time is running out? What does that mean? However, you didn't get no other explanation. Instead, Felix reached out his hand to you, beckoning you to take it.

You hesitated for a moment, but after a few moments, felt calm, and took his hand in yours. Felix smiled his warm smile once more and gave your hand a squeeze. You blinked and before you knew it, you were in a different location.

You were shocked so to say. You were just at the park, outside at that, but now you were in a little room. Startled you looked around, taking in your surroundings. You noticed there was a soft light bathing the room, not enough to light the whole space, but enough to see your way around.

There was a bed in the middle of the room, the sheets seeming inviting and warm. Felix watched your every move, taking in your beauty. He has been waiting for you and here you are, in the flesh.

You saw Felix step to you in the corner of your eyes, a calming sensation falling over you. Felix brushed his hand across your cheek, his fingers light and delicate on your skin.

“Let’s go to bed love,” he said, his voice deeper than it had been.

You nodded your head, following the strange man to the bed. He looked you in the eyes and smiled before gently pushing you back, causing you to lay down. You sighed as the soft sheets hit your back, the feeling heavenly.

Looking above you, you watched as Felix hovered above you before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. You were shocked at first before you relaxed, more of that calming sensation washing over you.

You met his lips again and again, his soft lips molding perfectly with yours. Before you knew it you had your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling the strange man ever closer to you.

He grinned against your lips. “Let me take care of you love. I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.”

You nodded your head yes, wanting…no needing more of this man. You pressed your lips against his in one moment and the next you felt his warm skin against yours, as both his and your clothes were gone.

That shocked you a little, a question forming on your lips. Felix seemed to see your internal struggle and pulled you closer, as he pressed more sweet kisses along your cheek, your jaw, and moving down to your chest.

Your question was forgotten as you felt his warm mouth wrap around your nipple. You cried out as he licked and nipped the sensitive bud as he gently caressed your other breast. Your pleasure felt heightened more than usual, causing you to cry out, your slick gushing out of your pussy.

Felix was happy, listening to your cries of pleasure, happy he could satisfy you. He’s waited so long after all, carefully watching you, waiting for the perfect moment. He couldn’t wait, not a moment more.

You felt Felix shift, as he sat up and parted your legs wider, spreading them so he could see you better. He smiled down at you, his freckles dancing with each pull of skin, making him seem more beautiful then ever.

“Ready love?” He asked, grabbing his cock in his hands, stroking the hard member.

You gulped, unsure of when he became naked, his beautiful body bared for your viewing pleasure. You nodded your head without thought, your body seeming to work on autopilot.

Felix grinned before pushing his cock into your warm walls, stretching you out with each inch. You gasped at the sensation, never feeling more full in your life. You moaned in pleasure as he rocked against you, his hair falling onto his face, obscuring his beautiful features.

You reached up as he thrust into you, brushing his hair out of the way and grasping his face. You stared into his eyes as he brought you to ecstasy, his cock hitting all the right spots within you. You took in every expression, every detail of the man above you, watching as his eyebrows scrunched up with each thrust, his grunts getting more pronounced as time went on.

Little did you know, Felix was taking you in as well. He was lost in your eyes, the pleasure evident as he felt your walls wrap around his cock again and again. He reveled in your embrace, your hands delicately gripping his face. He could look at you forever, your beauty unmatched to anyone he’s come across. He wanted to make sure you felt his love, his undying love for you…even if you had no clue who is was.

As Felix continued to thrust into you, you felt a change, a subtle change. You felt a warm feeling deep within your belly. It steadily grew as moments passed, spreading to your thighs and down to your toes. Each thrust of Felix’s cock, the appendage kissing your cervix, caused your body to tingle.

Felix locked eyes with you and opened his mouth to speak. “Cum for me love, become mine.”

You let out a loud moan at his words, the warm feeling intensifying, causing your ears to ring and vision go white. Your pussy clenched around his cock, your walls fluttering as you ride out your high.

Felix was enamored with you, the sight before him everything he’s dreamed of. He let go, his warm cum painting your walls white, filling you to the brim. He leaned down to kiss you, his lips lingering on yours for a few more moments.

“Thank you love,” Felix whispered as he withdrew his now softened cock.

You felt sleepy, your eyes growing heavy as you laid bare before him, his cum seeping from your walls and onto the sheets. You couldn’t keep you eyes open, as you drifted off, the last sight you saw was Felix gazing down at you lovingly…and with a hint of sadness?

You couldn’t think, not anymore as you succumbed to sleep, your mind empty as you slumbered.

“Until next time love,” Felix said.

He knew you couldn’t hear him. He didn’t want you to, so he made sure you were calm enough to fall asleep into a deep slumber. He placed one last kiss on your forehead vowing to find you again.

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You woke with a start, your eyes wide as you set up in bed. You looked around in confusion. You were back in your room, tucked into your bed, wearing your favorite pajamas.

But wait…that can’t be right. You were with a man…right? And definitely not here in your room. Where was the man? Didn’t you sleep with him? What was his name again?

You tried hard to remember last night, but nothing came to you, your mind fuzzy. Maybe it was a dream. Yeah, definitely a dream you thought.

You got ready for the day as usual, hoping today would be better. As you made your way to work, you hummed a little song. You’d heard it recently, someone else singing it at first. You’re not sure where you heard it, but it stuck in you.

As you hummed and pulled into the parking lot, you felt calm all of a sudden. Your mind was quiet, the thoughts that usually crowd it at this time of day gone. You didn’t complain though, happy for the quiet. You walked to the doors of the building and opened them, making your way to your office.

You didn’t see the man, watching you from afar, keeping his distance. He smiled as he saw you happily walk into work. He was happy he finally was able to meet you, to be with you. Now that you’re in his grasp, he isn’t letting you go. Your his just as much as he’s yours.

He’ll visit you again, it won’t be long. Now that he has a taste of you, he can’t stay away. But that’s for another day. With the breeze of the wind, the trees swaying around him, the man disappeared, into thin air. Maybe one day he’ll get to reveal his true self to you, but until then he’ll keep visiting you, making sure you’re happy with every day that passes.

Taglist: @jehhskz @jeonginsleftcheek @simpforleeknaur @armystay89 @palindrome969 @ivydoesit23 @amarecerasus @kaysungshine @fun-fanfics @baby-stay92

[star-dust-shark]

pjo characters as weird and dumb things me and my friends have said

Percy: what the fuck is cockblocking like I can't block ur cock on Snapchat

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Will: UUUUUUUGH MY ASS HURTS- ooh look a butterfly

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Leo: I CANT FIND MY PRETTY STICKER- AW FUCK- SHIT- MY VAGINA- OOAOoOoOOooAHAHHAgh

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Jason: I can't actually believe I just agreed with you but hey here we are

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Reyna: why the fuck am I friends with any of you hoes

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Piper: should I...? too late I did it

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Will: the best way to rizz someone up is by rizzing them up *turns to friend, winks horribly* hey baby girl

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Rachel: one sec getting my anger out *aggressively splatters paint on canvas*

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Annabeth: sometimes I'm smart. When I'm smart, I'm smart. *awkward thumbs up and grimace*

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Octavian: fuck the gays they should all die ... I mean I could fuck some gays

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Hazel: I'll make you tea but not in a sweet way I'll make it so hot in burns your tongue and you can't speak for a week

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Frank: hey guys check me out I'm a furry on drugs *WOOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF*

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Grover: I love plants :3 specifically magic mushrooms but like

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Leo: I mean I would totally fuck you but like respect man

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Will: Ugh fuck my life I hate everything *coldplay starts playing* I retract the previous statement I fucking love life

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Jason: UGH UR ALL SO DUMB but I'm in

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Nico: if u wanna kys clap ur hands *rapidly claps hands*

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Piper: *hypnotizes u with my beautiful blue orbs* come over to my house

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Hazel: respectfully hope you die <3

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Frank: I'm on acid what's it called when a ton of cats jump on each other a dog pile or a cat pile

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Reyna: OH THANK GOD- sike I don't believe in that motherfucker hahahha

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Annabeth: I'm so smart *holds up the one good test I got in school* see the teacher even gave me an 11/10 because I wrote my name in a cool font

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Leo: UUUUUGGGGGHHHH IM SO HORNY- *mom walks in* oh hi mom how are you

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Will: we can just... fuck. as friends though no homo.

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Rachel: IF I DON'T DRAW SOMETHING IN THE NEXT FEW MINUTES I AM GOING TO MAUL SOMEONE

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Octavian: you all suck and I hate you *silence* no wait come back

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Someone: haha ur gay

Nico: yeah??? and ur not?? like don't knock it until you try it dick is yummy man

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Hazel: someone just told me what smearing is and honestly I kinda wanna die *fix you by coldplay starts playing* LMAO WTF

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Frank: you sad ass emo dog just be happy

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Percy: I Am OnE wiTh ThE oCeAn AnD HopEfuLLy aLL oF ThE hOt MerPeOpLe In iT

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Leo: *talking to literally nobody* hey guys!! gonna go get my top surgery! *shows up at claires*

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Reyna: I only wanna die sometimes and that's normal right

RIGHT

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Will: *playing guitar* haha look guys I'm fingering A minor *strums violently*

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Jason: screw men *eyes widen* I should start taking my own advice ngl

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Will: *listening to a playlist that Nico made him* ugh my emo ass boyfriend and his stupid music I hate him *proceeds to write his name over and over again in diary with hearts around it*

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Nico: what if I strangle someone with a pair of earbuds

Will: please don't

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Leo: *in demonic voice* LeAf *eats it*

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Nico: *pulls gay flag out of pocket* omg it's u

Will: *shuffles around in pocket, finds condom* ... it's u, vanilla flavoured

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Leo: my name's Leo

Percy: and I like jugs

Nico: I'm mentally ill

Leo: and I'm on drugs :D

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Jason: is there anything better than pussy

Piper: I thought you where gay

Jason:

Jason: my boyfriend's trans?

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Will: the temptation to fuck an emo boy rn is killing me

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Leo: the masculine urge to

Leo:

Leo: I forgor

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Will: that's good!

Nico: like me in bed

*silence*

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Leo: smash or pass Ryan Gosling

Nico: SMASH

Will: PASS

Solangelo: *glares at each other*

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Nico: omg stop with that song

Will: but

Will: but you can take me hot to go :(

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Annabeth: yeah

Percy: yeah

Annabeth: *in funny voice* yeah

Percy *hentai moan* yEEEAAAaaH

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Leo: *pointing at Nico* EEEEEEWWWW AN EMOOOOOO EWWW

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Jason: never ever look up what an eyesha erotica lyric means

Reyna:

Reyna: oh you poor soul *pats back*

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Nico: I can't breathe

Will: just

Will: breathe air

Nico: I breathe drugs

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Piper: I'm gonna go play basketball

Leo: haha play with my balls

Jason: already do

Leo: *chokes on air*

well that's all sorry for the torture, thanks to @localcosplaymushroom, @crowwolf8, @justagremlinoncaffeine, and @secret-mewtwo for all of the funny convos that went into this

[hana-no-seiiki]

I saw that you need ideas, so how about a yandere from the Neons? I mean, I would like to see more content from them since they represent the elements in Honkai star rail, by the way, sorry if you don't understand, my English is bad... I leave you a little drawing of a masculine makima (it has nothing to do with it, but as a gift ) xd Also, I don't know if I'm the only one, but Nanook makes me handsome >///<

(Sorry, I had already finished it but the work was stained hahaha and I did it again)

Yus the Aeons are so cool looking!! You really feel like they’re actual gods of the universe, especially since you don’t see them first hand (at least for now). Also Masculine Makima reminds me of Karma Akabane lol. I’ll draw it in my style, and add it here as an extra for you ♥️

Hb we mash those two topics up together actually?

warnings: mild yandere themes. mild spoilers for csm. major canon divergence. reader takes the shape of a masc/amab character but it isnt their original form.

status: unedited. updated art.

YANDERE! AEONS + VARIOUS! HSR x AEON OF FEAR/CONTROL! READER

You have no memory of your conception, only that you started existing for what felt like an eternity.

You represented fear and despair, but unlike IX whose mere presence drove humanity into insanity, or the rest of your fellow aeon’s godlike status amongst the world,

you walked around as a normal, ordinary human being.

As normal as an Aeon can get anyways.

In your current lifetime, you took the shape of Himeko’s “brother”, planting fake memories into her mind and being the one that urged her to travel the stars. While she was the navigator, you took the role of conductor before creating Pompom to supplant you.

Welt always knew you weren’t just a regular person. Your eyes always felt distant, so far off that not even a century’s worth of trail blazing would allow him to come close. As such he mostly kept cordial relations with you.

The youngsters of the bunch on the other hand, never seemed to realize the sheer magnanimity of the danger you held and always hung around you.

Particularly that Caelus. The newest addition to the crew. The stellaron within him always pulsed in some sort of giddiness and excitement whenever you were around. The boy couldn’t help but be a nervous wreck when he was around you. Stuttering and stumbling was a common occurrence whenever you so decide as to just breathe at his direction.

You knew what those Stellarons are, their nature, their purpose, the way they were created. In fact if you wanted to, you could have taken the Astral Express straight to the source of it all, your partner: Nanook.

However that would have ruined the fun of it all. So you chose to let them have their little adventures before the final confrontation.

Also because you signed a contract to not meddle with Nanook’s business in exchange for your freedom. But that was another story to tell.

“Why . . . why do you continue this farce? This utterly worthless play?”

IX’s voice rang within your ears and no one else’s. You were the only being it ever gave the time of day to. You imagine it to be the reason why insanity slowly built itself within the recesses of your head.

“You may see the entire universe as worthless . . . but I,” You breath hitched. You looked around your room. Time was frozen. Everything turned grey. You weren’t afraid of the others in the express hearing you, just that the following words you were about to spout out felt like bile on your mouth. “I suppose I’m still a bit like them in a way. I wish to see the world without its evils.”

“And destroying them. That is my first step.” You summon an orb of golden light. Stellarons. The creation of the very thing that made you loath all evil. Including yourself. You will eradicate these and then Nanook yourself. One day.

“Is that why you send those hunters out?”

“Perhaps.” The orb within your hands get covered in chains, quickly getting crushed within the metal like substance as it soon disappeared.

“Do as you wish. Just do not bother me like that imbecile.”

“I promise. I will be much worse than Yaoshi.”

IX remained silent for several seconds, no doubt regretting its decision of associating with you before adding, “. . . And do not die.”

“That one I cannot guarantee.”

Your room’s color returns, time continues. Signaling the end of two Aeons’ encounter.

Nanook, the Aeon that threatened to eradicate all that you love. All so they could have your soul once more. Within your gilded cage. Within your original body that lied dormant.

The Destruction will no longer be a path. That is a guarantee you write upon the stars when your Trail Blazing lifetime eventually comes to a close.

The stage is set, your actors ready.

All you needed was the cue.

Your gloved hand arose, pointing towards the express’s windows in the shape of a gun.

“Bang.”

[hxltic]

𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒. 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑨 𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑹Ō

part one | part two

Before you could think about how awkward it’d be if Suna wasn’t in here (or somebody else was), the door quickly clicks and an arm suddenly peeks out to rip you inside. A glimpse of soft, pale skin with the occasional court burn mark that scarred into a slightly darker version of his complexion allows you to recognize this as him; however, you meet face to face anyway with the door to your back and his breath fanning into your nose, only standing nearly an inch away from your face.

“Hello,” you boop his nose.

“Hello?” A wave of irritation surges through him, resulting in him only stepping closer. You didn’t think his eyes could get any narrower. This was a new amusing sight because you’d never really seen him genuinely angry, always just smug and insulting. “What the hell was that?” His eyebrows deepen as he rectifies you.

“Payback.” You grumble. Your eyes flicker up to him kindly.

In pure disbelief, he pauses before arguing, “That’s your payback? You do realize had anyone picked up on it your brother would’ve slaughtered me?”

You shrug and fiddle with your fingers carelessly. This most likely only angered him more, but was he even actually angry? He has yet to yell at you…just…establish his concerns.

“Yeah, but that’s what you get. Be glad people didn’t find out.”

“Find out you just gave me a handjob?” His head tilts as he looks down at you in annoyance. Your orbs roll into the back of your head, driving a strong sigh.

You exclaim, “You started it!” causing him to rush to explain himself. With a few steps back he runs his hands through his hair manically. His chest rises and falls in deep breaths. Yelling at you was not an option but he was trying really damn hard to get it across to your stubborn ass.

“I didn’t start it. You kept shoving and touching me after I told you to stop.”

“I didn’t know I was doing that!”

“I told you that too, did I not?”

Both of you stare at each other. He was technically right, and you didn’t want to admit it, especially now as you are backed into a door with an angry Suna that you hate to say you find attractive. You kind of wish he got angry more often; it felt good to get under his skin.

“But you liked it.” You cross your arms. He seemed to be thinking of the next move before you said it, staring off mindlessly. The words catch his attention immediately.

“What? So?”

“So?” you parrot.

What does he mean so? Clearly the confusion displayed on your face, convincing him to take the steps he took away from you back to get in your face again. With a solid countenance and an extreme amount of patience, he whispers. If he leaned forward just a bit, you would be forehead to forehead.

“It doesn’t matter how I felt. It doesn’t matter you felt. Your brother is somewhere on the other side of this door.”

You tease him and drop your head to the side while your eyes match his. “What, you scared of him?”

“You-”

Your arms reach out to wrap around him in a hug, rendering him idle. You touch all over him, including connecting your fingers behind his neck on your tippy toes and even lifting his shirt the slightest bit to run the pads of your fingers along the dips of his sharp v-line to belly button. The fleshy part of your cheek rests on his chest when you bat your eyelashes at him. He refuses to look at you, ridden of all anger to keep his cool as you tempt him.

You slip a nail under his waistband on one hand and bring the other to palm at his print again. It wasn’t even just a bulge—everything was on display for you.

Suna was just waiting to snap. From the time in the doorway to the table, his resolve was enough to impress himself, but he’s not so sure if that’s a veracious reward in comparison to your body.

A strong grip stops any movement. The male takes a deep breath, then bends down to your eye level so you could hear him loud and clear, front and center: “Your brother is my friend. You are his sister.”

The words replayed in his head a thousand times to keep him grounded, yet somehow they didn’t process, like a book you thought you were reading but instead you were just running your eyes over the pages cluelessly.

You were right. He wasn’t angry because you did it, he was angry because he couldn’t have you. There was a slight misconception.

You survey his pinkish lips, then back at him. With a squeeze hard enough to re-darken his eyes, you nag him.

“Pussy.”

“Drop to your knees, back to the door. Don’t say a fucking word.” He hisses declaratively.

It was a switch in his brain that you clicked with your acrylics. Although, you can say how embarrassing it was how fast you followed his orders. The jacket on your back ended up on the floor to protect your knees.

While you questioned whether to be annoying or not, Suna dug a hand into his sweatpants and started stroking himself. You watched as his hands trail up and down, only to twist at the height of his shaft and tug at the base. You’d been watching for only a small amount of time before your shorts started to become uncomfortable.

The man hovered over you while jerking himself off, eyes glaring bullets through yours. By this point you still haven’t said anything.

“You done this before?” He questions from above. Do you respond? Verbally?

You just shake your head back and forth.

A side of his lip lifts and it’s enough for your shoulders to slightly hunch. Would you be you if you obeyed him?

“You’re obedient now? You want it this bad?” This time he outwardly laughs at you, but removes his hand. You scoot backwards until you reach the door.

Suna hears a soft “yes” in response, so soft he could be just imagining he heard it. This was enough for him. He grabbed his length before shoving his waistband down his hips, not enough to fall in a pool at his feet but enough to leave his cock heavy in his hand, ending with a dark trail of groomed hair. You shift in your shorts.

Palm-up, a hand silently asks for yours, which when once received was wrapped around the shaft. You hadn’t seen it until now, only a little darker and redder than the rest of him, larger than you suppose what the average was, and pink with a brown tint at the top. With two hands instead of one, up and down, and with the hand on top handling his tip, you run it over any white leaking out to spread. His head throws back for a deep, sexy groan, and you promise yourself to do whatever you can to hear it again.

Your lips give it an open-mouthed kiss, you’re tongue peeking out to circle around as your lips cover more and more of his cock with each rebound of your head. Gradually, saliva spilled from your lips, coating more and more of him and small bubbles to form around your mouth. Soon he was slick, and a constant pace was set on your own.

He couldn’t do anything but stand there and question if this was really your first time, how long you would crave more than just the friction of your thighs, and what would it take to get you completely comfortable. Questions swarmed through his brain at your talented mouth. Long fingers search through your hair with uncertainty, not quite sure what he was allowed to do yet, but just resting them there as the slurp entertains him. Grunts and moans fall from his mouth, at least letting you know you were doing okay alongside the fact he was moving with you. You wanted to hear it from him.

You disconnect your lips from a little over halfway down his cock to speak.

You purr, “Is it okay?”

“Yeah, just like that. Twist it for me.” You correct your hand positioning and twist on the way up and back, naturally gathering whatever could drip its way down to his balls. Now thinking about how neglected they were, you fit whatever of his cock you could in your mouth and jerked the rest, then using the opposite hand to massage them. With an exiting pop you come off and suck on them, both fluidly coming into your mouth with ease. “Fuck, life’s much better when you’re quiet.”

One of Rin’s hands drop by his side while the other tightens in your hair to move wherever you did. No pressure. The view was mainly of his chin because when he wasn’t examining you he was thinking. Or maybe it was the opposite, and he wasn’t thinking. A rumble reverberates on his dick, and it didn’t take him long to figure out that was a response to your hair being pulled.

It takes everything in him not to roll his hips deep in your throat, so when you completely disregarded his past statement, and took it as an opportunity to do the opposite, he couldn’t help it when you mutter, “Being quiet isn’t my specialty.”

“Well let’s go deeper and see how well you can talk then hm? Call it throat training.”

This time he took matters into his own hands by making sure you were completely parallel to the wall, instructing you to open your mouth, holding two strong hands full of hair in the form of messy pigtails, and sliding in slow as much as possible to fit until you were unable to go any further. There may have been 2 more inches left?

After a few passes of glucks coming from flexing and relaxing your throat to match his movements, it became tolerable. You attempt to talk around him, and the fact that you could even still try to make out a word pissed him off. It didn’t help that the one word he did understand was “lightwork.”

The grip significantly tightened when he quickly sped up, snapping his hips to the point where his thighs were refuge for your hands because they didn’t hold any use anymore. He held you still with no way out. You were caged by his body, his feet planted and cock driving into your throat as a release of pure irritation. Every now and then he’d catch a drag of your teeth.

“I’m starting to think you like pissing me off to get what you want. You like it rough? Want me to fuck your little throat ‘till you can take it all?”

The pace was one you couldn’t keep up with. You’re not sure if you saw it as a challenge or something, but your panties were drenched from the leer he flaunted as he bruised your throat. But that is exactly what you wanted and in comparison to the embarrassment of saying it aloud, you’d rather just nod your head.

“Say it. Talk like you did just then.” A smile plasters on his face as he tells you what you just said you didn’t want to do. Like he could read your mind.

A muffled jumble of sounds come out as an attempt to answer him, and when you couldn’t, he laughed meanly at you. In a single stroke of his hips, he slows tremendously. The slightest movement of his cock heavy on your tongue led you to take this time to breathe through your nose while you still could.

“Talk.”

With a swallow to regain your voice, you pleaded, “Yes.” One brow of his cocks up, implying that wasn’t enough. “I like it rough,” your course voice finishes.

“Your first time and you want it rough?”

“Y-Yes, choke me, do whatever.” You took deep breaths that brought chills to his wet tip, chills that traveled all the way up his bloodstream. Your hands crawled up from his thighs to lift his shirt in the front, showing his abdomen. Since you were unable to back up because of the door, you slid to the left, and licked the side of his dick, right along a vein that one of your wet hands never failed to miss. It came down to caress his dripping length while your puffy lips left kisses as high as his belly button.

“You wanna be my whore for the day?” His own hand came to replace yours, so you dropped this one to your side, the one holding the fabric up while he stopped for a moment to look at you. He knew the answer was yes.

Lipstick smudged your chin and tainted his dick. Your eyeliner still stood strong. He’d fix that.

The other hand of his previously dug in your hair now covered your fingers rubbing his hard cock, so you took them off and held both hands at your side. Suna saw one slip into your shorts from above.

His best friend’s sister was on her knees, rubbing her clit, awaiting his cock with a now open mouth. He chuckles to himself. That’s crazy.

He holds himself before slapping it on your tongue teasingly, then anywhere else on your face, effectively spreading wetness to your eyes and cheeks, leaving them glistening. It was all from your own mouth, so hopefully you wouldn’t mind. It didn’t seem to be a bother considering you hummed through the whole thing.

His head tips back once more when his hips curl into your throat again, with the ride being a lot easier this go around. You had learned to regulate your breaths so well with his slower pace (slower in comparison to the one before), so your eyes could remain open, glossed over from your throat being abused. Vibration from your moans ring through him again.

“Haaahfuck, extend your throat. Take a deep breath.”

His free hand held under your throat, the perfect way to feel the way he was marking you from the inside, and also the perfect way to feel whenever you followed his instructions. You had.

And it felt fucking heavenly. He felt the breath you inhaled, when your jaw dropped the slightest bit, and he heard the small gluck when the muscle in your throat relaxed. So when the barrier dissipated, it allowed him to reach places he couldn’t before. Deeper and deeper the walls rubbed against him in the warm cavern of your throat, so perfectly that a line of curses slips from him. He was moaning now, breaths stuttering and voice getting louder with each time he hit the back of your throat. Did you even have a gag reflex?

“There you go, mmh- good fucking girl.”

The blue shirt refrained him from doing what he wanted, so he peels it over his head, stopping when it comes to a puddle around his neck and only one arm inside. Both hands come down to push falling strands of hair out of your way and tilt your head up to him as his pupils dilate at the sight of him disappearing into you.

Your black bra could be seen from your damp shirt being covered in spit dripping down your chin and falling from his thrusts. You fondle his balls as a finger dips into your wetness.

Once again, there was another moan—resulting in him speeding up. It was just as hard as the first time. It sent you back to the point you were in before as his cock breached your mouth, forcing your hands back to his thighs and your eyes to glaze over. You gagged but it made no difference to his pace, though it did release tears that carried black down your cheeks.

Suna could feel the pressure of your nails digging into him through his pants but he wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. The noises that came from what he was just thinking about last night on your couch was too much to handle. And honestly, it felt like he was losing himself.

He retreated from your throat to allow you to breath the smallest amount before stuffing it back. By this point you felt if you wished to live, you should just retract your mind and relax up, letting him use you in whatever ways he wanted. Your eyelids fall closed, and they may have even rolled back.

“You better not,” the man above you grunts. They slowly re-open to him pulling out, then bending down at the waist. It hurts when he pulls you up by your hair with a single hand, showing off his strength, but when you’re at an acceptable height, he closes his other hand around your neck, turns his head, and closes the gap between you.

You moan into the unexpected kiss. Your mouth wasn’t the cleanest, yet he still sucks on your tongue as if it’s a lollipop. He kisses you like he’s done it a thousand times but explores like he hasn’t: he turns his head whenever yours does and tastes your strawberry lips. You whimper when he pulls away with even more of your breath.

“Open up, stick your tongue out,” he commands. His eyes hang lower than ever before. Anyway, you follow his orders, waiting patiently on your palms. A glob of saliva drips from his mouth, landing on the pink muscle. He hadn’t told you to swallow it, but instead, he actually pats his swollen, red tip right on the spot before sliding himself back in. It mixed with your own, not even authorizing you to taste it.

He fucks your throat with his hands stable on your forehead. Not running through your hair, but the fleshy part of his palms set on your eyebrows.

“You feel so goddamn good...might start shutting you up like this more often.”

You don’t mind this proposal. It would’ve pissed you off, but you aren’t quite in the position to do anything about it, especially as his speed practically doubled. He pistons into your mouth.

His balls constantly slap on your chin. You feel the gag coming back, about to choke you, but he rotates to the back of your neck, tucking you in close so your nose was deep into dark brown hair. You still for a moment, your throat muscles moving along his cock. This is the time you take to observe him.

His face was completely flushed and his eyes were fuzzy. His mouth was held agape at the feeling, and his abs shudder each time you move. When you began to choke around him, he pulls off roughly, letting you sniffle and collect yourself. He does it again. It was clear the warmth near his stomach was bubbling up quick.

You cough this time on the exit, to where he tugs you immediately back down, but only on the tip. Taking down the three inches was a refresher. He turned you to the side, his tip making a bulge in the cheek that wasn’t closest to him. He slaps the spot as you’re held there. Not hard, but just enough to where he can do it a few times.

“You feel that?” He was fully breathless now, chest rising and falling with difficulty.

You nod. The slow blink that follows elucidates how fucked out you were.

“Now you can proudly tell your brother you’ve taken all of me down your throat. Can you do that?”

You respond, “Mhmm.” You aren’t completely sure to what, but you don’t care. He grins, then pulls out to grind slowly into your face.

“Shit, what a sight.”

Your cheeks are covered by his palms with his fingers stretched in different directions down your neck. Your eyes are puffed up, low, and decorated with a mix of smudged makeup. Your tongue has been in one spot for the majority of the time you’ve spent together. Rin’s head involuntary tilts as if he was admiring a painting at an art gallery. “Stop looking at me like you want me to take you right here, pretty.”

Purposely, whatever’s left of your eyelashes blink up at him like before and your eyebrows arch up the slightest bit. This combined with every gulp sound, evidence of him reaching the back of your throat each time, had his slick cock ready to fucking explode.

He kept his thrusts steady though, a slow, unchanging, grind. Before long, your breaths had steadied again and his forehead fell to the door. One particular thrust was extra slow. His fat tip yielded just at your entrance as if giving him time to catch his breath, so instead, you closed your lips around him, hollow your cheeks, and swirl your tongue just like when you first started. You only got to do this for about an utter five seconds before he was grunting, pulling out and quickly stroking above your face.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Still following orders, your tongue hung ready to catch whatever he had for you. Heavy breaths, curses, and moans carried him through his orgasm as lily-white spurts of warm cum land on different sections your face. You took it upon yourself to replace his hand with your own smaller ones, milking him of everything he had and more. You squeeze until it leaks out of his tip into your mouth.

Two long, ring adorned fingers dipped into your mouth, reaching the very back. He just chuckled, to himself you assume. With his cock freshly out of your throat, you had gagged on them, to which he then shook them side to side, bringing your face along.

A fair amount coated you, a little even getting into your hair, and some dripping down the side of your eye. With a final lick and suck, you’ve successfully drained him. Your won’t dare try to speak, but after a second he hoists you up on your feet by your shoulders and gives you a peck. He’d eventually give you a paper towel from the dispenser as well, but for right now, he was busy sucking and biting onto your neck, efficaciously giving you a darkening hickey.

“Why would you do that?” You try to speak but nothing comes out, and the parts that were perceptible were extremely grainy. He’s learned to understand you.

“So your brother knows why your voice is gone.”

Rintarou now calls you his babysitter

©️ hxltic

[cainhart]

The symbolism of the snake embroidery on Vergil's clothes and my theories on how he might have acquired his outfit. (he's broke asf he didn't get it with money guys)

In the first Devil May Cry novel we learn that teenager Dante had his red jacket custom made. He is actually pissy about it when it gets ruined with bullet holes. He then wears a fuckass black jacket, which makes him look embarrassing.

Dante was drinking and using firearms when he was 15 or 16 years old; but he had a job (albeit his job being a MERCENARY. Also twins being European really shows because he was having drinking contests as a fucking 15 year old, god), so he had enough money to buy himself a custom made jacket. But the thing is, we don’t know how teenager Vergil got his outfit. It’s too well made to be bought in a normal store. Vergil probably had no money—though it is hinted that after Mundus' attack, young Vergil may have used public transportation (I also have a headcanon that he didn't know how to open a portal until he was at least 12 so that makes sense) and even bought himself food. These may have happened before or after the attack but let's say after the attack since Sparda, Eva, and the twins were living a secluded life. Still, being homeless and constantly on the run, his concept of the value of money is more like ‘money’ and ‘a LOT of money.’ He had no use for finance; what important was to get powerful and gain knowledge.

So, he probably didn’t get it with money. Vergil was never in one place long enough to earn money. I also don't see him as someone who would kill or hurt people to steal their money (he actually kinda did it in VoV,,, but that was different), so the idea of custom made clothing bought with human currency doesn't sit with me.

He might have used demonic magic to create his outfit. We see a demonstration of this in DMC5 with Trish, who uses her magic to literally recreate her entire outfit. This is very weird and left unexplained, which frustrates me because I need to rationalize things. Perhaps demons can do this because they can infuse anything with their demonic energy, and since the clothes they wear are made of organic material, they can recreate or even sew them back together. In Vergil's case, it's more like 'create a whole new outfit in mind's eye and boom now you have a ridiculous cravat.'

Another possibility is that he had it custom-made, but not with human currency. Demons, or at least a certain demonic/supernatural entity (the God of Time, aka the Divinity Statue), accept red orbs as a form of payment.

Vergil probably visited many places on his trauma blind journey of gaining power. I might overdo here, but what if he came across a strange tailor and they made a deal like, "You give me 70 thousand red orbs, and I give you a slutty vest, a ridiculous cravat, nice shoes and a cool coat with snake embroidery on it." and Vergil was like "Aight." Maybe he was intending to infuse his outfit with his magic anyway. It was a win-win situation.

It's funny to imagine Vergil designing his outfit, just being a teenager for once.

So, Vergil could have saved up red orbs to get a cool coat. Demonic establishments are kind of canon, so that’s a possibility. He was a teenager it’s only natural that he liked teenager things, even in his traumatized and hunted state. At a certain point in his life, he became strong enough to indulge in some of his likes.

Speaking of snake embroidery, Vergil has SO MUCH snake symbolism on him, and on his clothes too! Snakes were adored and respected throughout history before paganism started to get shitted on. Snakes represent wisdom, REBIRTH, healing, transformation, and knowledge. That’s why Satan, disguised as a snake, gave Eve the apple (knowledge) (also, knowledge of the occult was really given to women first). The snake detail on his clothes might even be magic, too. It's nearly an occult symbol on its own. Maybe a sigil? I know sigils aren't a thing in DMC but I don't care I'll go apeshit with my theories.

Whether the serpent detail was intentional or unintentional, it’s still a great detail considering his story and character. He goes through transformation (Nero Angelo), then rebirth (Vergil rebirth party in DMC5), and healing (basically the whole plot of Visions of V).

So, just teenager Vergil researching the occult and being fascinated with the symbolism of the serpent. OR he straight up stole it. :l This bitch split his demonic and human self apart and like 1 day after his human self came to existence he had to deal with money and his first thought was to steal it. Anyway, that's all. Have a good day!

[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

Word Count: 1.2k

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A/n: I hope this chapter was just as good as the others, I feel like it was somewhat sloppily done, but I'm not too sure, I'm just so freaking hot in my room, I am sweating bullets and can't think, lmao.

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Chapter 13

You were sprawled about on Tatum’s spare bed she had in her room, whereas Sidney was tummy-first on her inflatable, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. 

“God, I loved it.” Tatum giggled, pulling her blonde hair into a tight ponytail, whilst looking at you, her eyes filled with admiration. “I’ll send you a copy… BAM!” She punched a stuffed bunny that was next to her before picking it up, flinging it all over the place in excitement, “Bitch went down.” She laughed, “The insults had to be my favourite part, though.” She gleamed, tossing the stuffy elsewhere. 

You rolled your eyes at her exaggeration, “Tatum, it wasn’t a movie, there shouldn’t be any favourite parts. I punched a person, let alone insulted her outside a police station…”. You sat up from the bed, sitting criss-crossed, propping your arm up on your thigh and resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “I could have been arrested!” You chortled, snorting in the process.

Tatum completely ignored that possibility, her exhilaration being her only muse. 

“I’ll send you a copy—BAM! (Y/n), superbitch.” Tatum repeated and in her best you voice she said, “Now, if I were you, I would put that book on hold and shut the fuck up for once.” She placed her hand on her hip, contorting her face into that of someone who was extremely confident. 

Your lips formed a thin line, shocked at how she managed to recall the event word-for-word. “I’m actually surprised you were able to remember all that, was it really that impressive?” You quirked a brow, tilting your head, ignoring the sudden pain in your hand. 

 “Uh, yeah.” She tsk-ed, “I’m certain you’ll be the talk of the school tomorrow.” She giggled. “You’re so cool.” She beamed, batting her lashes. 

“I thought you might want some ice for that right hook.” Dewey suddenly appeared in the doorway, tossing you an ice pack.

You caught it with your sore hand, wincing slightly, regretting your instinct to catch it with your dominant one.

“Thanks, Dewey..” You warmly smiled up at him, placing the pack on your knuckles and instant relief was felt. 

You laid back down, your head hitting the pillow.

“I’ll be right next door. Try to get some sleep, girls.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Tatum groaned, waving her hand at her older brother, motioning him to leave. 

You turned on your side, looking at Sidney and a ping of guilt washed over you, yet again that night. 

She was distraught, and she looked uncomfortable, most likely because of the argument you both shared with each other earlier at school, and how you gave her the cold shoulder at the Police Station, silently scolding her for the ridiculousness of believing that her own boyfriend would try to kill her. 

You frowned, a wave of gloominess lingering in the air as you let the ice pack fall to the ground. 

“Sidney?” You whisper, trying to get her attention. 

She shuffles, not wanting to talk, but she soon groans, turning to face you.

“Yeah?” She questions.

“I’m sorry.” You pout, rubbing at your orbs. “I shouldn’t have said those things at school, and I shouldn’t have scolded you at the police station.” You mumbled, “You’re a person; you have feelings and those feelings are valid and they always will be.” You finished.

Sidney’s eyes grew, not sure how to process everything, but she soon smiled, and for once, she didn’t feel like you were the bad guy and that everything will be okay. 

“It’s fine, (Y/n). Apology accepted…” She trailed, “Though, you were right, I had no business to go through your journal and call you names when my mother was something else…” She gulped, “I don’t know what got over me… and I am truly sorry.” She twiddles with her thumbs, looking at you with hopeful hues, as if she was begging for your forgiveness, and in ways, she was. Afterall, you did punch a woman for both her sake and yours. 

Tatum cheered, glad that her two best friends made up. “Jeez, I’m thankful you both apologized to one another because I was starting to get bummed out in my own home.” She laughs. “On a more serious note…” Tatum changes the subject, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Do you really think Billy did it?” 

Sidney’s smile soon faded, “He was there, Tatum..” Her voice trembled.

Tatum rolled her eyes, “He was destined to have a flaw, I knew he was too perfect.” She whined. 

Knock… Knock…Knock…

Rapid knocking at Tatum’s bedroom door was heard and this caught everyone's attention.

Tatum looked at the door, seeing it open, revealing her mother, Mrs. Riley, “Telephone, honey.” 

“Who is it?” The blonde asks. 

“It’s for Sid…” 

“Is it my dad?” Sidney popped up from off the floor, looking over yours and Tatum’s bed.

“I don’t think so.” 

“Take a message?” You chirped in.

“No, um, I’ll get it.” Sidney looks at you and Tatum, indicating for the both of you to follow her.

“Gotcha..” You mouthed at her, grabbing ahold of Tatum’s hand, forcing her to get up and follow you towards Sidney and the three of you went out the door.

--

Sidney placed the phone up against her ear, her nerves screaming to be let out, “H-Hello?” She stutters.

“Hello, Sidney.” The killer spoke.

“NO, NO!” She yells, gripping the sides of her head. 

You and Tatum rushed to her side, holding her, keeping her from freaking out anymore. 

“Poor Billy-boyfriend.” 

Sidney quickly placed the phone down, clicking the speaker button, so everyone could hear. 

“An innocent guy doesn’t stand a chance with you.”

“Leave me alone!” She yells, starting to hyperventilate. 

“DEWEY!” Mrs. Riley rushes off to get her son. 

“Looks like you fingered the wrong guy…Again.”

“Who are you?” 

“Hang up, Sid.” Tatum ushers her friend as you rubbed her arm, trying to support her. 

“Don’t worry, Sidney. You’ll find out soon enough. I promise.” The killer gloats, taking a heavy-breath. “Oh, and (Y/n), Sweetheart, I hope you found the gift a real heart stopper~”

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[merbear25]

Hey! ☺️ I hope everything is going well with you 🩷

Maybe day 26 with Shunsui Kyoraku?

Let it be a woman, and maybe mention a "safe word" and something with pegging/anal play?

Thank you! Have a wonderful day 🩷🎉

Heyy! This was quite fun to write and was a bit out of what I'm used to, so I hope you like it 💜🧡

Whips, chains, and blindfolds: you’d been waiting for the day to push further into the world known for leather bondage and dominating roles. The more you and Shunsui spend behind closed doors, the more vivid your wildest fantasies become.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, established relationship, dominatrix (w/ safe word, traffic light system for BDSM), pegging, anal play (anal beads, fingering)

Let me take the reigns (Shunsui)

The dim light washed the room. Shadows played at each curve of yours being hugged by the latex dress. The dull reflections of the light only added to your beauty as you stepped towards him. He leaned back on the bed, spreading his legs in preparation for your commanding touch.

His chest rose and fell as you climbed onto the bed. You crawling up to him like a lioness about to devour her prey had his heart pounding. Such soft features having a darkness to them was a sight to behold. Your beauty knew no bounds and the effect you had on him was like no one else had managed; that grip dragged him deeper into the bottomless pits of twisted desires.

As much of a lady chaser he was, his heart wasn’t immune to belonging to someone, and that look in your eyes held it prisoner. The holding cell you kept it in was one he’d never dream of escaping. Under that wild glint in your eyes when behind closed doors made each visitation one to remember.

Your hands trailed up this inner thighs. Those perfectly manicured nails scraped at his skin lightly, their dark colors setting a lip biting contrast against his skin tone.

The view down your dress caused a faint smile to tug at his lips. Your soft breasts being presented in a deceivingly delicate manner made him absentmindedly lick his lips. That gentle sway of your hips, the light glistening off of the skimpy outfit, the crescent shapes you left behind the more you scaled up his body: what a devilish charm you had, one which bewitched him beyond measure.

“Oh, darling, you’re really something, aren’t you?” His eyes were hooded and his voice was gravelly.

Your fingers ran over the bulge between his legs. The touch you offered started off gentle but grew rougher, more urgent the harder he got.

“Take this off.” Your command was cool, its icy delivery prickling as his bare flesh. Hurriedly, he did as he was told. Because of how well you’d trained him, anything you deemed as misbehavior would end in consequences which would leave him blue balled.

The tips of your polished nails lightly caged around his balls, his breath hitching in his throat, that subtle quake of his lower body: you couldn’t help but relish the sight of him unraveling this quickly. Every part of you yearned to bring him to the brink of insanity just to tease the idea of release.

“Have you been good?” You hummed.

His brow furrowed as your index finger drew lines up and down his cock. The nod he gave was timid due to the shaky breaths escaping from him. “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The fog thickened in his mind the more you teased him.

“And such a good boy deserves some type of reward, would you agree?” Your smile held a mischievous hue to it, while he breathlessly agreed. “Then just keep being good and I’ll give you everything you want.”

Your hands caressed his ass, spreading it to give yourself enough space to taunt him with your thumb. Easing the tip of it in and out was making his length twitch for you. He truly was behaving well, well enough for you to give him a little more.

You reached over to grab the anal beads. His eyes fluttered open just in time to witness you deepthroating them. Your tongue swirled around the freshly washed orbs, coating them in your saliva—a natural lubricant. With them popping out one by one from your luscious lips, a trail of spit followed each one to the next. Placing it at his entrance, your moans intertwined with his as you pushed the first bead in.

The spit coating the string of beads, seeped around his hole. You leaned down to spit more of your hot saliva onto him to allow for easier entry.

“You’re so needy today.” Those words swirled around him, pulling him deeper into madness. With each orb being pushed into him, he gasped softly and gripped at the sheets. His cock twitched as the precum glistened at the head.

“You look good enough to eat.” A low growl passed your lips as your eyes devoured the sight of him. Such a large man, one with a rugged yet soft complexion, and you had him whimpering under your touch.

His huffs turned into labored pants. The flush on his cheeks deepend and his bottom lip quivered. “D-darling, you’re really testing my limits here…” he breathed.

“Oh? Do you want to use that special word?” You knew that he had more to give you, but you couldn’t resist hanging it over his head.

“No, no… I can handle it.” A deep groan rumbled in his throat as you pushed another bead in. The precum began trickling down the head, as if knowing it fell under your watchful gaze. You wanted to lick it up so badly but held back for the time being. You wanted to hear him beg for it.

Slowly, you pulled each one out of him. As they popped out, they sent waves of euphoria through him. His legs trembled and his moans were soft; he was right where you wanted him.

Your fingers caressed his aching hole, soothing it for a moment before giving into your own need to stretch him out, to feel him around you. You gave a few tender pumps into him, which was just enough to whet your appetite.

“More…,” he whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

“Hmm, I guess you’ve earned it.” A sensuous promise hung in the air, while you went to pull out the main event. 

His eyes glazed over from the glimpse of its black rubber. The lazy gaze he held on you stayed with every one of your movements: you unzipping your dress, exposing the lacy lingerie and thigh high stockings. “You’re gorgeous.” A weak yet genuine smile appeared on his flushed complexion.

“You’re such a sweet talker.” You winked.

The leather straps hugged at your curves, giving you even more of a voluptuous silhouette. Your hands pinned his thighs back. You spat down at his needy hole to lather it in even more of your intoxicating scent.

As you pushed in, he tossed his head back. The slight arch in his back bucked you deeper. He white knuckled the sheets the more your pace increased. His gasps and moans became shrill as you forced him to his limit.

“I-I can’t!” He cried out. “Pineapple, pineapple!” He issued his yellow card—a warning that he needed you to proceed more tenderly.

You slowed your pace, not daring to cross this boundary. Your hands roamed over his stomach and hips, massaging his spasming form in hopes of bringing him some soothing agent. 

“Shh, I’ve got you,” you cooed at him affectionately, while slowing your pace tremendously.

There were moments that he frustrated himself with his body's lack of compliance. His heart and soul were owned by you and yearned for you to take him, however roughly you craved him that day, but his physical body couldn’t keep up with you.

But those hands of yours. When they washed over him, he could feel himself slipping, and as you spoke to him - your voice like velvet - it made him desire you in ways beyond his understanding.

He nodded at you and gave you permission to continue. You proceeded, carefully working yourself back up to the pace you’d originally set. This time his body was fully adjusted. His desperate moans and pleas for you were causing your movements to grow more frantic. The slapping of your leather strapped hips against his skin flooded the room.

The tip darkened from the blood rushing to it. You couldn’t keep yourself from tasting him and ran your finger over the head. He gave a shaky exhale and groaned for you as the sticky substance that’d been lathering the tip coated part of your tongue. Your hand then wrapped around his length, pulling and tightening around it.

The edge was within reach. A promise into blissful oblivion swirled around him. Its whispers coaxing him to let go for you swarmed his mind, pushing out any other thoughts. His stomach heaved, and with a sudden thrust upward, he splashed your hand and himself with seemingly endless streams of cum.

You made sure to continue pumping into him to help him ride out that long sought after climax. Your thrusts lessened, eventually stopping all together. He was a complete and utter mess—barely able to catch his breath.

“Such a mess you’ve made.”

His voice was ragged, “I couldn’t help it. You make it damn near impossible to hold back.”

Your hand gently washed over his hips again, savoring how he shuddered from your touch before pulling out of him. Seeing him completely destroyed with the pleasure you gave him was fulfilling in more ways than one. 

As he laid there, you went to his side. Trailing kisses up his arm, you relished that subtle appreciation he gave to your affection. He wrapped you in his arms—one of the best ways for you to end a heart pounding session.

[cheapsweets]

The deleterious Gaersnae

My response to this week’s BestiaryPosting challenge, from @maniculum

Pencil sketch, then lines in Sailor fude nib fountain pen, using Diamine Sepia ink.

Thought process under the cut…

"[Etymology redacted] … it is the king of crawling things, who flee when they see it, because it kills them with its scent. It will even kill a man just by looking at him. Indeed, no bird can fly past unharmed by its gaze but, however far away, will be burnt up and devoured in its mouth. The Gaersnae can be conquered by weasels. Men put them into the caves where the Gaersnaes lie hidden. The Gaersnae, seeing the weasel, flees; the weasel pursues and kills it. For the Creator has made nothing without a remedy. The Gaersnae is half-a-foot in length, with white stripes. Gaersnaes, like scorpions, seek out dry places; after they have come to water and bite anyone there, they make that person hydrophobic and send them mad. The creature called [redacted] is the same as the [redacted], or Gaersnae; for it kills with its hiss before it bites or burns."

Okay, so the king of crawling things. This was where I had to make my first decision; what kind of creature is the Gaersnae? I was 90% sure I was going to draw an invertebrate for this one (since we don't get much opportunity to do so), but I ended up making it a serpent given that the definition of 'crawling' seems to be mostly focused on going about on your belly.

There is also the note of hissing (obviously some insects hiss by expelling air from their spiracles, like the adorable Madagascar hissing cockroach), and its gaze (I imagine that snakes have -slightly- better eyesight than most bugs…).

The 'kills them with its scent'? Well, some serpents such as the hognose snake release a foul odour when playing dead, so perhaps it's a variation on that?

As we mentioned, it is the king of crawling things, and what is a king without a crown? When I was thinking of making it an invertebrate I considered making it look a little like a royal sceptre, with an egg-case resembling an orb & cross, but the horned viper literally has a horn-like scale above each eye (that can be folded back when traversing burrows); just expand that number by a few, and hey presto, one snake with a crown! (I also gave it a pelvic spur for extra rizz - not that any venomous snakes have this, but it's pretty cool.)

As an aside, did you know that birds probably evolved earlier than snakes? :)

I was going to represent the stripes, but when I got to inking the scales I got carried away and forgot (imagine that some of the scales are different colours!).

I'm not quite sure how its burning gaze works, but have a bird crashing down to earth behind it (it'll grab that as a snack later!).

In the burrows beneath the earth, we can see that some mean ol' person has released a hreksong to go hunt the gaersnae - seems like everyone in the bestiary likes to hate on snakes :(

[zombiecicada]

The following takes place after Tille’s checkup on Wolfbell.

-

She is back in the void.

Her ears twitch as annoyance starts to roll around in her stomach like boiling water. She can sense someone else in the void with her. Is it too much to ask to have one sleep where she isn’t being dragged into some void to talk to someone?

She shot up, ears pinned back, limbs shaky.

“Can I PLEASE sleep?” She challenges, just this one time she wants to sleep uninterrupted. No nightmares, no voids. Just. Sleep. PLEASE.

“Wolfbell…” she’s met with a familiar voice, and immediately guilt rushes over her when she realizes who she just snapped at.

“O..Odigos,” she mumbled, wings and tail lowering. “I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have…”

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” he walked over, the paw he had lifted extended until they could gently clasp each other’s paws. "I .. I get it. It's been a rough last couple of hours trying to get anyone to pay attention to me.”

“Theoús.. I know how that feels,” Wolfbell gave a weak laugh. She looked at him, looked at his face, the scars across it. “Is.. that from…?”

“Got it in battle about a month ago, knocked my regular eyesight out for over a week!” He grimaced. “But.. I could still see like this.” He gestured around to them, the void. “Hey, what do you look like anyways? Or like, what colour is your fur?” He asked.

“Grey,” she answered. “And my skin is this .. dark greyish blue.”

“Huh!” He smiled a bit, coaxing her to sit down. He sat down himself. “Well, my skin is red. And my fur is bright orange.”

Wolfbell giggled a little bit imagining his fur being none other than bright ginger in colour, like a bush on fire. He grinned a bit at the giggle, squeezing her paw a little tighter. Maybe all he could see of her was some white outline, but he could feel her paw in his. The only other member of his kind he knew.

“…. Are.. are you alone, wherever you are?” He asked, and she shook her head a bit.

“No.. no I’m not. I have some friends.” She assured.

“Good.. good, I’m glad.” Odigos exhaled a tiny bit. “Tell me about them?”

She curls up as much as she can with her paw still in his.

“Well.. there’s Dolos. He’s got a really cool mechanical thingy… like, a big person made of metal.” Wolfbell’s tail tucked closer to her body.

“A mech, I think those are called. The rebellion has a couple.” Odigos laid back himself. “Must be very talented to make one of those.”

“Very. And there’s Fal, he’s a robot. It’s a bit weird because I can’t see him super well, but.. he’s nice and his clothing is so pretty. I don’t think he really likes being touched, I wonder if it’s like how I don’t really like it being super loud. Either way, his friend Snow, I just met her recently but.. she’s being so nice to me, when a lot of people usually aren’t.” Her eyelids are getting a bit heavy.

“And then there’s Anti… he’s.. I’m not sure what he is honestly. But what I do know is he’s very kind, and anxious like I am.. and it’s nice to know I’m not alone with that.” She can remember how he tried his hardest to make her feel better when she had that… episode. “And he makes cool rifts to other places.”

He listens, but she can tell he’s getting tired too. Well, really, both of them were so tired to begin with.

“And then there’s Dotty. They’re.. they’re my best friend. I don’t think I would’ve made it this far without them.”

“Sounds like you have some pretty good friends…” Odigos mumbled, his wing having draped over his face. Those orange orbs around him twinkle like little stars.

“Yeah..” she smiled a little bit, Odigos’s blue void fading more to black as her consciousness started to leave her. “I have some pretty good friends.”

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐢~ ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori X afab!Reader

Synopsis: Bothering the shadow king of the Host Club is MC's hobby, after all, she's quite fond of her cool senpai.

Word Count: 629

"Hey, senpai~ Whatcha doin'~?" You poked the shadow king in the cheeks while he does something on his laptop.

"I'm calculating the Host Club's income and expenses this week. And if you don't mind, please stop poking my cheeks." Kyoya replied as he fixed his glasses.

"You're no fun, senpai..." you pouted cutely and slumped back on the couch you and Kyoya are sitting in.

You are actually quite fond of your senpai, Kyoya Ootori. He's just one year older than you. You once met him at a grand party your father was having, he is one of the guests invited along with his brothers and father. While walking mindlessly through the crowded room, you bumped into him. That's how you met him. And fortunately, you were enrolled in Ouran and met him once again. You always hang out with the Host Club every time just to be with Kyoya, what can I say, your crush for him grew every now and then. It's crush at first sight. For you, he is the perfect senpai you could ask for. It's hard to admit, but a certain someone also had a crush on him. At that time, you wanted to kill the woman just to have your senpai to yourself. Typical yandere? Hahaha, but no. You are a kind-hearted girl and would never think of doing things like that. Though, you would get jealous if other girls are with Kyoya. It's a pain to admit that he never notice you that way, no matter how many times you tried to gain his attention.

You sighed then stood up from the seat, Kyoya paused then looked at you with suspicion.

"Where are you going?" he urged.

"To Tamaki-senpai, maybe I can spend time with him," you replied then gave him a smile before walking away.

But before you could take another step, a hand stopped you from moving. You looked over to the shadow king and gave you his usual smile.

"Stay."

"Why?" you inquired, turning to face him properly. "I thought you needed space?"

"Did I say that?"

"Well... not exactly, I just thought so..." you glanced away and rubbed your temple.

"Stay here, okay?" Kyoya said, letting go of your hand.

You smiled slightly, knowing that he would like you to accompany him. You sat back beside him and looked in his computer. Your eyes widened after what you saw. He's been watching a video called 'you are my senpai' as his eyes stared at the lyrics.

You are my senpai

my only senpai

you give me dokis

and shades of grey

you'll never notice me

but I still love you

you're sugoi, kawaii desu ne

You blushed because once, you wrote a letter to Kyoya containing the song.

"I-I-I...." you stuttered, searching for the right words.

Kyoya chuckled with eyes closed, he then closed his laptop and set it aside. You watched his action in confusion. His brownish-black orbs met yours. Your face heat up as your heart slammed against your rib cage.

"And you thought that I wouldn't notice you, huh?" he chuckled then cupped your chin with his fingers.

"I-I thought you only view me as your underclassmen..." you said.

When you said that, Kyoya laughed for the first time. He smiled, not his usual smile that tells you that he's faking it, but a real smile. A smile that contains glee.

"Stupid girl." He then leaned on and kissed your lips.

[e/c] hues widened in surprise as your heartbeat becomes rapid, your cheeks turned another shade darker.

"I also love you, kouhai." Kyoya pulled away and kissed your forehead.

"I love you too, senpai~" 

[starillusion13]

EYES NEVER LIE

Pairing: Wooyoung x f!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Romance

Warnings: mention of stalking, cheating on the partner, hurt and crying.

W.C: 3.1k

Notes: Thanks to the people who joined this event and gave me the requests and loving my works. The event is for my and (Yeosang, Haechan and Taeil) birthday month so let’s enjoy together.

Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Request from @mybelovedwoo

Taglist: @mymoodwriting @justhere4kpop @vvshere

“You came?”, holding the wine glass tighter in your hand, you faced the person who is now standing in your very eyesight after one long year.

The man locked his eyes with your brown orbs which is reflecting the hidden brightness of the universe as if it’s the mirror to the bright light of the chandelier but the mirror is broken and it looks hurt. These eyes were the reason of the beginning of everything between you two and maybe the end.

Both of you are near the corner table of the big banquet hall, where you were still seated elegantly on the chair and the red slit long body-hugging dress is complimenting your look even more. The off shoulders part of the dress highlighting the beautiful diamond necklace around your neck with your hairs tied in a messy bun with a slight touch of a red lip tint making the perfect sophisticated attendee of the party. You didn’t mean to outstand in the party but your current situation made you call the spirit of the lost love within you.

The said man who was leaning to just the opposite chair at the table is in contrast dressed in a black suit with a white plain shirt inside with three buttons from the top remained unbuttoned. His hair is gelled but slightly brushed back to focus on the sharp jawline and the dark glint in his eyes. This sexy look for a party is always expected from the well-known businessman, JUNG WOOYOUNG.

“Didn’t know you will be here?” hearing this sweet voice after three months somehow sends a shiver through your body. You looked away from his intense gaze which you still feel is focused on you but you wanted to shrug it off. You chugged down the rest of the wine to prevent a single drop of vulnerable self, escaping your eyes. You want to look strong in front of him, to show him what he did really does not have an effect on you but guess, you are wrong for this. Seeing him again is breaking your hard shell which you tried to build all these times and you realize how he has a strong effect on you, despite not being in touch for so long.

The party has this sweet melody for a calm entertaining atmosphere which allows you to relax and have the business conversation in a peaceful mindset. You are deaf to the melody but is only ears for the voice in front of you to speak more.

 Mr. Park Seonghwa, the owner of the Star Enterprise and the host of the party who invited you has already discussed with you earlier on the upcoming meeting and how it would benefit your company. So, you were then left alone to your own thoughts before leaving the party early because you never liked attending all these parties alone but somehow now you have to. When this certain man came up to you smiling as if nothing happened between you two.

“If you knew then you didn’t have come right?” you wanting to play it all cool and stand strong on your ground and not let him to feel that he has broken you when he really did, the broken pieces are not even glued but where some are lost.

“Y/N, it’s not like that.”

“Woo, look if you really don’t want to see me then you could have ignored me but still you made your presence well aware to me by coming all smiling towards me.” You are barely holding yourself together and you are on the verge of breakdown.

“Do you really think I want to ignore you? I have so much to explain to you but you are not liking my presence and not even looking at me. Why are you acting like this?”

“Really? You are asking me why am I like this? Afterall when you are the cause.” You looked around the hall to see a nearby group of people giving you looks as if why you are speaking to this man so informally and not maintaining a proper decorum.

“Y/N listen-“

“Stop it Woo. Please don’t create a scene here. I should just have left before I had to come across you.” You looked him in the eye which shows the mixture of anger and hurt.

“What’s going on here Miss L/N and Mr. Jung? Is everything alright?” Seonghwa approached to both of you when you slightly raised your voice at Wooyoung. Seonghwa steal a glance at Mr. Jung to see his eyes are not leaving you even when Seonghwa, his closest business partner is standing beside him.

So, he asked again, “Do you guys need any help?”

Averting your gaze away from them you stood up and turned around to maintain a proper composure. You put a false façade of smile on your face and took a glance at Wooyoung before completely giving your attention to the host.

“Oh no Mr. Park, I was just preparing myself to leave but I just felt unwell, sorry to make you worry for no major cause.”

“It’s okay Miss L/N, if you don’t mind, I can drive you back home if you are felling unwell.”

“No need Mr. Park. Thank you.” You replied softly to the host.

Wooyoung interrupted the conversation before it goes any further, “Look Seonghwa, you have many other guests so you better go and take care of them, at least she does not need your help when I’m all here in one piece.”

Before you going to protest, he took a firm grip on your hand and dragged you to the back terrace of the building. Seonghwa just smiled at both of you in return when he is well aware of the relationship between you two because he is just not only Wooyoung’s business partner but also like a brother and a best-friend.

Finally, out under the night sky and in open air, you come to the cold air hitting your skin. The thin dress is not helping you to prevent from shivering and feel uncomfortable with him all alone. You just want to get back home, cry yourself to sleep and then try to forget all the memories of today meeting him.

The place is so quiet but the silence between you two is screaming loneliness and pain.

“Y/N look at me, please. I have so much to say. Please don’t ignore and push me away when all I want is to make you trust me and free myself from all the guilt.” The strong aura from him is nowhere to be seen now but in front of you is like a boy who is asking for forgiveness.

“What is there to listen? You don’t even trust me and literally judged me that day before leaving me all alone in that apartment and then never tried to contact me.”

One year back when one evening, Wooyoung burst into your apartment just to find out you and San sitting on the sofa hugging each other. He never intended to know what was the cause between you two but the anger laced in his voice proved that he was already pissed off with both of you before coming to the scene.

“So, she is correct. You both are cheating behind my back. I can’t believe you both can do this to me when I trusted you both the most.”

San tried to reason, “It’s not like that Woo. Don’t accuse someone without knowing their end.”

“Oh, now you don’t tell me what to know and what not when everything is just very clear in front of my eyes.” He glared to your way which in return just got a confuse look from you.

“If you wanted to leave then you could have told me. Why do you need to hurt me like this?”

“Woo. No one has hurt anyone here.”

“Stop it San. Don’t take sides now when you are also completely guilty.”

Woo ran his fingers through his black messy hair, “I just want to leave this place and never come back to see you both again.”

San ran after outside the apartment but you kept looking at the door just to join the pieces as what happened in last fifteen minutes. Why he acted so aggressively without letting any of you to speak and even looking at you like that which ne never did before.

“Yeah I know, that day ……..I should not have treated you both like that. I’m sorry.” You didn’t expect him to say sorry suddenly.

His one hand takes a hold of your upper left arm and the other hand which was still having a good hold on you loosened and replaced it to your chin to lift your face up. Standing with him and so close to each other, you hesitated to look at him but still his touch felt like before with full of comfort and warmth and you locked eyes with him. Your eyes travelled from his eyes to his sharp nose, his flawless baby skin on his face, his cheekbone and the jawline which is so tense right now but it would look sharper when he is laughing at you on some silly jokes. Everything is just like the same but your relationship which has only fall apart.

Woo noticed you to be lost in thoughts when his hands moved past your cheeks slightly brushing the lips and to pat on your head. Your eyes are the weakest aspect for him and when this thing is hurt and weak, well he knows he can’t leave you right there.

“If you are sorry then why did you even leave me that day?” You are trying to stay strong when the vulnerable hot tears rolling down your eyes.

“I know what I did was really childish. My assistant really made me trust her that day by showing some proofs to make be believe your and San relationship. At first, I didn’t want to believe but the way, you both were becoming so close and she always trying to convince me made it difficult to take a hold of myself and get to know the truth.” He looked at the side to the city view with a grimace look and again returned to face you and smiled.

He continued, “I never once in a life doubt you and not even San but the drunk me that day made a mess. I shouted on you. I accused you of the things which you never did. I hurt you when I promised you and myself that you are the only hope in my life. I’m sorry Y/N.”

“Woo….” You whispered his name and hold his wrist where his fingers were continuously brushing your hair. He is still trying to give you the comfort you like, he knows how you like brushing your hairs slowly whenever you are overwhelmed. You don’t know what to say him now but all you can think is not to end this moment here and get back to darkness again.

“I can’t cheat on you…..” you finally let yourself to cry in front of him. What’s the use of hiding it that how much he has broken you down. He needs to know what he left behind.

He hugged you tightly and felt you are clutching his coat to bury your face more “I know. When I left that day San tried to explain me but all I did was ignore him and locked myself inside my house. The next day when I came to sense, the only thing playing in my mind was your last look that how it was tired, confused and …..hurt.”

“I was hurt. I was tired. I was lost and you know I’m still like that.” Your muffled voice made him hold you tighter and brush your hairs again to relax you from crying so much.

“I know. I contacted my assistant and San to a café after few months and then found out how she was head over heels on me and tried to frame you. San told me the other day that he literally sees you as his younger sister and that day he was just comforting you because you were stressed of the overtime works and then upcoming meetings. The selfish me never tried to listen to you. I never dared to approach you then because I knew how I made you hurt. Every time I tried to make my way to you, I could see San was already there. You were happy with him and I didn’t want to see you hurt again.”

“I was never happy without you all these times. Spending time with him only makes me forget everything temporarily but then again pain comes back to me in the end of the day.” You moved a bit back to take a look at him. His hands fall to his side but one moved up and softly wiped the tears from lower region of the eye. He brushed back the loose strands of the hair from your face. He does not want to get lost in life for losing but to get lost in your eyes for loving you.

“When I got the invitation to this party, I thought you will also be invited but will not come because I know how you hate being in these parties. I guess in all these months, you have really changed.” There is sad glint in his voice and in his look.

He is just the same he was but do you really changed? He always thought about you every moment in all these past months for you not to get hurt, he hid himself from you. He feels guilty to accuse you and for having doubt and stalking you on his assistant remarks.

“I still hate it but I thought it can ease me with a change of environment. I was aware you could be here so I prepared myself how to ignore you if I ever come across today but it didn’t happen.”

Standing in front of is Jung Wooyoung, for him every girl is on the line to just have one line speech and they will be claiming that they have spoken to their prince charming but that man without getting into another relationship in this one year still waited for you to show his guilt in front of you.

“I saw you the moment you entered the place but I can’t help admiring you and feel jealous when people were staring at you for looking so beautiful. You are looking like the Queen of this mansion, my love.”

His.This nickname, he called you by this name again. All this year how much you craved for him to come back and call by his given name. This makes you shiver from the name and cold at the same time.

Wooyoung frowned for a second when he suddenly moved back from you and took off his coat to hang it over your shoulders. You got surprised by his action that his love for you is still the same as before all that happened. You still love him but how can you show him that all his doings right now is melting your heart and how badly you just want to say him that you still love him from the core of your heart.

He holds your face with both the warm hands and smiled at you and then his gaze stopped on your lips. The gaze flickered between your teary eyes and the soft lips when he suddenly bends forwards and locked his lips to you.

Your eyes go wide with shock but then you close them to feel the moment which you longed for past months. His hands traced all over your upper body from your hairs, neck, your back under the coat. You are melting under his touch but you need to let him know that he is being forgiven. He is still loved by you, the missing broken pieces of your soul is him and only him.

So, you kissed him back and put your hands around his neck which makes the coat to fall from your shoulders. It’s okay, you don’t need a material warmth in this situation when you have  the comforting warmth, the warmth of a home. Both of you were kissing as if devouring yourselves on each other to get back all you have lost in one year. Despite having so much of crave for each other’s love, the kiss is not rough but a longing passion where there is no fight for dominance but to feel the inner heat radiating both of your body energy. The lips are recognizing the owner’s heat to make it more intense.

He tilted his head to feel that moments again when you were always meant to be each other’s. You both have kissed before even more heated but this kiss feels like it’s your first. It’s not like your body forgot the touch but this feeling is new, the feeling of hate into love with that old taste of kiss. You don’t want to open your eyes as if he will disappear from the scene if you did. He holds your held to feel your kiss more deeply before detaching himself from the heat. He rested his forehead on yours remaining his eyes closed before an apology escaped his lips.

“I’m sorry.”

 You opened your eyes slowly just to meet him directly and loosened your hands only just to brush your thumbs on his cheekbones. 

“No need to be sorry Woo. I have forgiven you a while back when you said sorry for the first time because I felt how guilty you were, how much you meant it.” You smiled at him, the very first smile he gets today from you. This is the genuine smile you are giving him maybe the genuine one in the whole year.

“I missed your smile Y/N. I missed you.”

“I missed you too Woo. I hated you in the beginning when I came to know how you had stalked me and doubted my every move but still I wanted to run to you. I am lost without you Woo.”

“I will never let you get lost again my love. If you are lost without me, I will forever be your map and guide you to my paradise that I have built for you. I love you Y/N.”

“You are my paradise Woo. I love you too. I meant it really!”

“I know you meant it. Do you know why?” His smiling lips and eyes looking like the brightest thing in that dim surrounding of the terrace.

“Why?”

“Your eyes never lie.”

[blueseachelle]

Let's Fall In Love For The Night

Sebastian Sallow x Betrothed! Reader

Warnings: Slight Angst SMUT

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Sebastian, Ominis, and Y/n enter their last year at Hogwarts. Sebastian realized that he was in love with his best friend's Fiancée. Does it count if It's by force? Y/n and Ominis only accepted to appease their respective families. Love is a crazy thing.

Inspiration from Let's Fall In Love For The Night by FINNEAS

Y/n has been feeling more and more down as time went on. It was nearing the end of her schooling meaning immediate marriage. No offense to Ominis but, she didn't want to be married yet. She knew Ominis felt the same way but, it couldn't be helped. She felt bad because her heart longed for someone else... Sebastian. She wished she was marrying him but, it was impossible.

"Are you okay, Y/n?"

Sebastian's chocolate orbs gazed into hers with concern. She nodded,

"Yeah. I'm fine."

She adverted her gaze and sighed. She looked over at Ominis who sat reading his book. She felt a piece of paper get slipped into her hand.

I'll pick you up at 11.

Y/n nodded at Sebastian, who gave her a smile.

----~

It was around 11 when Y/n heard a slight knock on her door. She quickly slipped out of her dorm and met Sebastian in the hallway. He smiled and grabbed her hand,

"Let's push our luck. I want to take you to the Forbidden Forest to pick you up. Come along, Darling."

She smiled and nodded. They escaped the common room and made it out of the castle by taking a couple secret exits.

They arrived at a hill beside the lake. Sebastian and Y/n lay on the grass. They cuddled as Sebastian ran his hand through the girl's hair.

"So, what's been on your mind?"

Y/n sighed and shook her head,

"Our graduation is nearing and that means that it's almost for... ya know..."

Sebastian sighed and hugged her close,

"I know, My Love. I wish we could be together but, it's an impossibility. It's okay though. Until we can't be together any longer, you can run away with me until you have to go."

Y/n looked up with a confused look. The brunette chuckled,

"I know. It's strange but, let's fall in love for the night and forget in the morning, Love... And every night until you have to leave me to start a life with Ominis. I want to at least some taste of what could've been. I know better than to call you mine."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she leaned forward and kissed him. Sebastian kissed her back, pinning Y/n under him in the process. Their kiss deepened as they continued.

Sebastian's tongue entered her mouth. His hand gingerly held her at her hips. Y/n's hands moved around his neck and into his hair, running her hands through it.

When they parted, the brunette instantly darted to kiss her neck. He kissed and nipped at the skin. The smaller girl arched her back under him and let out a small moan. This encouraged his assault on her neck.

Y/n's hand moved to tug on his shirt. Sebastian chuckled and unclipped her robe's clasp,

"Darling, let's get some of your clothes off first as I worship your body and then, we'll worry about me. Okay, Doll?"

She whimpered in response to his rough voice. She nodded as he started to unbutton her shirt. He slowly did this as he pulled her shirt from her. His hands swiftly removed her bra and kissed at the newly exposed skin.

"A-Ah~ Seb~"

Sebastian smiled into her nipple that he was sucking on. His hands played with her other breast and then, he switched. She arched her back once again into his mouth. He soon moved from there and kissed down to the hem of her skirt.

Sebastian licked a line across her abdomen. Y/n's hand gripped his curly locks. He smirked at her as he started to remove her skirt and knickers.

The girl gasped as her privates were exposed to the cool air. That was instantly replaced by a warm breath. She looked down. Her eyes locked with chocolate orbs that looked back with nothing but love and lust. He then pressed his tongue to her dripping entrance.

"Sebastian!"

Her hand gripped harder in his hair as he lapped at her. His nose rubbed on her clitoris causing her thighs to shake. His hands gripped the shaking muscles tighter as he pushed more into her pussy. He groaned in ecstasy as his pants became tighter.

He felt her tighten around his tongue and swiftly removed it. She let out a whine and wiggled her hips at him.

Sebastian chuckled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand,

"So needy. Good thing I know how to make you feel even better."

He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it into the pile of clothes discarded on the grass next to them. He didn't bother taking off his pants fully. He just needed to be inside of her. He unbuckled them quickly as well and leaned forward.

Y/n pulled him into a kiss, causing his tip to brush her cunt. She gasped and Sebastian smirked. He slowly pushed into her,

"You're so wet and tight for me, Doll."

The girl under him could only whimper and moan as he started to thrust into her. Her hands gripped his shoulders like a vice. His hands gripped her waist with a bruising grip.

He thrust into her at a rough pace. Soon, he felt the familiar feeling of her tightening around him.

"Come for me, Y/n. Cum on your lover's cock."

She felt the knot in her abdomen snap. Her body froze as she came. He thrust a few more times before emptying into her, groaning her name as he did.

They stilled to catch their breath for a minute before cleaning up with a spell and put back on their clothes and cuddling again.

Sebastian kissed the top of her head as she slowly began to fall asleep on his chest. He whispered to himself as he ran his hand through her hair,

"I love you more than you'll ever know. It's okay if we have to be apart for a little while. I'll always come back to your side. No matter what the situation is. I love you, Y/n. Always know that."

A smile then graced the Y/n's lips as she heard this inner thought of Sebastian's.

[seasonalmoss]

Catified Telemachus and Thatcher Davis Concepts

(EPIC: the Musical and The Mandela Catalogue)

It’s been a while since I’ve posted!

anyways for some reason I was inclined to make concepts for both of them so that’s what I did. I also wanted to test my design capabilities/ I wanted to see if I had same face syndrome or not. Telemachus and Thatcher are pretty different characters so that’s what I wanted to show here (also I just love them)

I gave Telemachus a redesign since my twin ( @thequasarwinds) finally made a design for Odysseus, so I adjusted Telemachus’s to make him look a bit more related to Ody. I wanted him to have very sharp features, to reflect his enthusiasm, Naïveté, and rashness. But I gave him his mothers fur type which is relatively round to show his sweet, understanding, and optimistic nature! I based his neck and chest fur off of a golden retriever since I feel like golden retrievers perfectly reflect his personality! He has wide big eyes to show his youth and again his naïveté (Blue orbs that stare into your soul) his stomach fur is smooth and well kept since I feel it represents how clever and I guess articulate he is (traits he gets from his parents) plus he’s still a pretty prince boy after all. Also most of if not nearly all traits he has he gets from either one of his parents or it’s a blend of both, his smile even is something he gets from his dad!

I gave Thatcher a rather smooth round-ish body type, because he’s rather sweet and mellow. I really wanted to reflect how gentle and tender he is, yet at the same time he’s very worn down and tired. His fur is relatively sharp along with his face shape and and eyes/eye brows, because it represents how he can be a bit more pointed and cold. His fur along with his body type can also show how he’s diligent and serious about what he does. I also mostly wanted Thatcher to look like a worried tired dad. Since idk that just kinda what he is. The scars I gave him are purely just me messing around. Scars can be a good visual representation of an event, bro jumped through and window and did not stop so it isn’t out of the blue (honestly how would he not have at least one small nick in his arm?) But mainly cuz I find scars cool!