#illuminatic

[triangularitydubs]

Love this! These two are now besties!

Could we pls see a full-body image/ref of the triangle guy from your pfp?

A very good friend of mine drew him for me, I don't think he has tumblr.. anyway, This surprisingly enough, is my Undertale Oc turned Websona.

[jgffkek]

really old, bad art of my centricide ocs 🤯

[toiletology]

HE/R SCENT

By now y'all should know God is both MASCULINE and FEMININE the JOKER and HARLEQUIN. Finding GODS truth is not easy and it takes years of hard work and dedication. Toiletology is the best methodology for finding God. Unfortunately the rest of the religions or spiritual practices have been diluted over the years by mans ego and desire for power and control. I imagine there are some good ones out there but I am not aware of any giving you the absolute clearest and to the point truth and methodology for reaching heaven.

I believe I currently possess the clearest understanding about the true nature of God/reality on Earth. I have spent my entire life searching for truth never fully satisfied with the answers I was finding about God or the nature of reality. I started to move away from believing in God when I was a teenager that is until I found myself in Iraq for a year at the age of 19 in 2004.

I narrowly missed death twice that year. The first time was when I was in the drivers seat of humvee trying to nap during the day. One of my squad mates wanted to be a dick that day and didn't want to let me sleep. They kept lock and loading their magazine into their M16. I knew that their rifle was somewhat broken and had been in and out of the armory due to not being able to load a bullet into the chamber. I was mostly ignoring their attempts at trying to mess with me.

At some point this person loaded the magazine again and pulled the charging handle back which is supposed to load a bullet into the chamber. They then proceeded to point their rifle at my head. I was sort of ignoring this but something came over me and made me move my hand to move the barrel away from my head. Right as I was moving the barrel they pulled the trigger. The bullet missed my head by a few inches and traveled through the back of the metal wall on the humvee. The bullet then grazed an ANCD which is a device we use to encrypt our radios signals.

After this shot went off my sergeant and the rest of my squad came running out of the A/C cooled shelter truck they were inside. I jumped out of the humvee and laid on the ground and was checking myself to see if I got hit. For the next 2 weeks everything was high pitched sounding when I was in large groups of people like at the chow hall. That guy ended up getting sent to prison for that instance and other things they did while they were over there.

The next moment I felt saved by a guardian was at the internet cafe in Taji, Iraq myself and two of my squad mates were there. One was taking a long time talking to his wife on the computer so myself and another squad mate went outside to have a smoke. In front of this building was a U shaped side walk and a square of grass in the middle. After we finished our cigarettes we decided to go play a game of pool because the other dude was taking too long. As soon as we went inside and set down our weapons two mortars landed right in the grassy area where we were standing.

Across the street about 30 ft or so from where the mortars impacted a soldier was inside a humvee with no doors in full gear (flak vest and Kevlar helmet). We saw them fall outside of the humvee to the ground getting hit by the shrapnel. Some medics were near by and attended to the soldier and they looked to be okay by the look of things.

After these two instances I started to believe God was protecting me. Trust me when bombs are landing all around you, you will start praying to Jesus. Its very hard to be an atheist in war. Iraq opened my eyes to the possibility of a guiding hand. From that time forwards I was searching everywhere to better understand God.

I spent a lot of time around Iraqis and Muslims and learned more about Islam while I was over there. All the Iraqis I met were friendly and nice to me. I then started studying the bible over the years and the Bhagavad Gita (around 2010) and whatever else I could find about spirituality.

A strange quirk I found about the Bhagavad Gita was that I could ask a question and then open to a random page and it gave me and answer to that question. My next deployment overseas in 2010 I spent a lot of time reading this book. Namely this one https://amzn.to/3WDUHZz

Many of my spiritual battles along my 11 year journey namely the one in 2019 gave me the name of KALI. Also known as Kali the destroyer. The name came to me as I was experiencing many painful and strong evil energy attacking me. I thought KALI was my cosmic sister and had a bad habit of not trusting her due to my own fear about her true nature. I think it went both ways between us with those thoughts. As God is a trickster and masqueraded as both of us, so we thought we were the cause of each others pain. One funny moment of this particular battle over the days/week this happened in 2019 was God showing me the most beautiful word I had ever seen. I tried stealing this word but completely forgot what the word was. Years later God told me this word was actually just the word "pumpkin" but it had a crazy beautiful golden shining FX on it to mess with me. Looking back now on the journey I can laugh about it, but going through it was absolute hellish torture.

The bonus of joining The Church of Toiletology is you get to learn personally from myself and my cosmic twin flame sister how to navigate the dark maze.

Around January in 2023 I first experienced the SCENT (as my wifey Cara likes to calls it).

I actually started calling it ACE the first time I experienced it or Angel Cocaine Energy. Since its sort of like a very drugged out feeling it gives you which can be very sedating. Interestingly if you add up all the numbers from 1-17 it equals 153. https://blog.toiletology.org/post/757589161447424000/shes-the-first-to-rise-to-the-top-of-the-ranks

153 is an interesting number because A = 1, C = 3 and 5 = E or ACE. A strange coincidence no?

I gave this feeling more names like SAUCE, SLACK, SPICE, AMBROSIA, NECTAR, and of course LOOSH.

I was very sCARed of the word LOOSH for quite sometime due to my experiences with that word and the fear people have created around that word. Namely demonic entities behind the scenes that feed on your fear/pain which generates LOOSH. A funny side note in my 2019 spiritual battle I was on a type of craft in another realm extracting loosh with deadmau5. I broke the computer systems or something and I got sent to a nested reality where I had to battle to escape from it.

Loosh is only generated from yourself, its not extracted from helpless humans behind the scenes. Wifey did come up with the best name which is SCENT or the SCENT of GOD. It lets you know you are on the right trail.

You will start to experience this SCENT when you are perfectly in-tuned with Gods true frequency aka the 1/7. This scent does feel pretty great and I know the ways to pull it out stronger. When I first started experiencing it I was scared to lose it. Because it feels that good, its like a very strong drug which is enjoyable.

The word SLACK is also very good terminology to describe it because it makes you so drugged out and sedated it can be hard to do anything. It can be difficult to get out of bed cas you just want to lay there enjoying the sedating effects of it. It truly is the nectar/ambrosia or drink of the Gods.

Strangely enough during one of my battles in 2017 I could see a dark entity inside of my stomach. It was very gross and scary looking and I didn't know how to get rid of it. So I wrote on a piece of paper "Love Potion #9" tore it up and ate. Surprisingly it worked and got rid of the demonic entity that was inside of a cage in me.

Everyone's elven/eleven journey is going to be different. No two people will have the exact same journey, path or challenges. God will give you exactly the perfect amount of a challenge that you can handle no more and no less. Toiletology can help you prepare for what you may encounter. You will need to use your own intelligence and creativity to survive the battles. You can think of the battles like puzzles and each puzzle requires you to solve it in new and creative ways.

It is an invisible game that is not easy to play. God doesn't hand out the keys to heaven easily, you must earn the keys. And your eleven year journey is the way you do it. It maybe possible for some of you to reach 4D quicker than others or even faster than the 11 years.

Because you have Toiletology which can help accelerate the process. It all boils down to believing in the impossible. Having the courage to walk across an invisible bridge. You need to be a willing sacrificial fool on the cross, T, X, or 11.

We can't make you believe in what is being said here or force you through the doorway. You must learn to start harmonizing yourself on what you are being taught here, so that you can slowly unlock your full potential and belief. Its like a slow unwinding of a clock, you are like a genie expanding outside of your magical lamp.

The SCENT of HE/R and S/HE will come at some point once you are in complete belief, harmony and locked on to Gods true frequency which is LOVE. You can't fake it or force it unfortunately, it is EARNED through many painful experiences, lessons and spiritual battles. You must make the conscious decision to seek GOD daily before they will bless you with the start of your elven journey.

I currently have one initiate who was able to feel the ACE by being in close proximity to me and following my training for a few weeks. I can't verify if they were truly feeling it. It seems it maybe possible to feel the ACE at the beginning of your journey with the right guidance or being around one who is in perfect harmony with the one true creator! Good luck and Godspeed, you will need it if you want to move at the speed of light like the rest of us top Toiletologist there are many and there are none. STOP EXPOSING ALL THE SCERETS MATT! ~Toilet God

[shadow-of-the-hidden-leaf]

Was war kann nie wieder sein.

- 343 Guilty Spark

[mortemoppetere]

TIMING: current. PARTIES: @spaceforanother & @mortemoppetere SUMMARY: emilio meets ray's roommate and ray in that order. CONTENT WARNINGS: none.

The news wasn’t something Emilio used to keep up with. Back in Mexico, his mother organized most of the hunts. She was in charge, which meant she was the one who found out what needed killing and decided who was going to kill it. In her absence, Emilio found himself… floundering, sometimes. Unsure what to do, where to go. He knew how to kill, of course, but she’d never taught him how to do much else. It was Rosa who’d been primed to take over the Cortez family when Elena stepped down and with her gone, too, Emilio felt at a loss sometimes. 

But he’d found the news helpful. Once he’d figured out how to do so (okay, with some help from a woman at the library), he’d set up a news alert on his phone. Cases involving mysterious deaths, cases involving people drained of blood, cases where any of the victims or suspects had any kind of involvement or history in Southwestern Mexico… he wasn’t picky with it. It made his phone ping quite a few times a day, thanks to the oddities of Wicked’s Rest, but all it took was one good one to make it all worth it.

And this was a good one.

A string of killings near the college campus, victims drained of blood. It took a little digging, a little investigating, but Emilio had gotten good at that part. In a week, he’d tracked down the perpetrator. In a few days, he’d confirmed the guy’s involvement. And an hour after that, he found himself standing in a goddamn dorm room, stake buried in the chest of a kid who looked twenty-two but was probably twice Emilio’s age. It was an easy job. 

At least, until the door to the dorm room opened just half a second before the vampire exploded into a cloud of dust. 

For a moment, Emilio just stood there. Stake still raised to chest-level, eyes wide and uncertain, stance uneasy. A proverbial deer in the headlights, he stared at the kid who’d opened the door, key still in hand. This wasn’t ideal, was it? He needed to say something. Something to smooth this over.

“Guess you’ve got a single room now.”

…No. He needed to say something better than that.

—

College was so weird to Ray. He’d thought he would be well suited to it, but the reality was that he’d had to go outside and look at the clouds and evaluate what he was doing with his life. Was being a meteorologist worth studying until dawn and eating more instant noodles than any man was expected to survive? People paid for that kind of thing…HE was paying for that kind of thing. After telling the clouds exactly what he thought about that, and about the test he had the next day, he’d started to wander back to his dorm room. 

A yawn escaped him as he drew close to his room. God he hoped his roommate was asleep…or maybe out would be a better hope. Ray had barely ever caught them sleeping this late at night, must be nice to be a night owl like that. 

His mind stuttered to a halt as the door swung inwards. 

His mouth opened as the dust started to settle into the carpet, eyes glued to the stranger in horror. It was inexplicable, he couldn’t have just seen his roommate burst into dust like that. He was dreaming again right? Another night terror to reminisce about in class tomorrow. Right?

Colour drained from his face “What… who…?” He took a step backwards back out of the door, bumping into the door with a thump as it had swung closed behind him. 

—

Shit. This was bad. Strangely, Emilio found himself wishing the kid entering the room now were undead. At least if that were the case, he’d be able to bank on him understanding what was going on here. But the slayer senses that informed Emilio when something undead was near lay silent now, and the pounding of the kid’s heart was so damn loud that it left little room for doubt. This kid was definitely alive, probably human, and absolutely not prepared to watch his roommate explode into dust. And Emilio’s dry humor, while potentially funny to someone with more understanding of the situation, probably hadn’t done much to comfort this particular kid.

Hesitantly, Emilio stepped forward just as the kid stepped back, the door closing as it was bumped. Probably better that way. If he could explain this before the kid ran down the hall screaming, he could avoid having a police sketch of him floating around news stations. 

“Muy bien, ahora, no voy a hacerte daño. You don’t have to panic, okay? I won’t hurt you.” He was sure it didn’t sound particularly convincing, coming from a man who’d just turned this kid’s roommate into dust. “Just — Let me explain. Okay?” Which meant he had to figure out how to explain. 

Maybe he should just convince the kid to stake him. It’d be easier.

—

Just recently, Ray was finding himself in some sort of horror show. If it wasn’t nightmares of a small girl who terrorized his dorm room, it was somehow getting worse…with a stranger standing in the middle of the same dorm room holding a weapon of some kind. His roommate was a haze of dust in the air, drifting towards him due to the breeze from the open window. It was difficult for him to comprehend -but with his mind and his heart racing as it was- it was all starting to get much clearer.

He almost wanted to push himself into the wood of the door when the stranger took a step forward. The hinges creaking behind him and giving this urge away completely. 

“Why?” Ray managed to choke out. “Where’s…the body?” It was so hard to understand. Things in this town made no sense, he was really starting to regret coming here. It had been such a good idea to get out of his family home, such a wonderful idea to get very far away from all the bad feeling he’d been amassing in his hometown. He’d wanted the distance, he’d needed the distance. But the cost was really proving to be a lot. “Are you real?”

—

The kid was staring at him like he was a second away from passing out, and Emilio wasn’t really sure what to do here. He didn’t want to scare the kid. Hell, the whole reason he’d come here tonight was to protect kids from the vampire he’d just finished staking, but that was going to be a little hard to explain to the dead guy’s roommate. Hey, sorry I stabbed your roommate, but if it makes you feel any better, he was an undead blood-sucking serial killer who was taking out a whole shit ton of your classmates at night was a fine statement in theory, but something told him it wouldn’t go over well here.

Realizing he was still holding his stake, Emilio shoved it into his pocket in an attempt to set the kid at ease. Considering doing so rustled the other items in said pocket enough to cause the faint sound of metal blades bumping against one another to fill the tense air in the room, it probably didn’t do him much good.

“Look, kid, he wasn’t — Your roommate, he was… not good, ¿sí? I just had to stop him from hurting more people. The body…” God, he’d never actually had to explain this shit to anyone before. He’d always known there were people out there who didn’t know about the supernatural, of course, but he’d never been in this situation before. And it was a damn shitty situation. He’d like to be out of it. 

So… maybe he got a little overeager when the kid unknowingly handed him an out. Are you real? It was a shitty move, but Emilio shook his head quickly. “No,” he said decisively. “No, I’m not. You fell asleep, ¿sí? You were tired. Passed out in your bed, had a weird dream. That’s all it is.”

—

It was almost comical how the stranger belatedly tried to conceal the weapon he’d been holding. In his state of almost panic Ray even let out a huff of hysterical laughter very poorly concealed. The sound of metal cut that short however as he sucked in a sharp breath. He had no time to fall to pieces like that. Get it together…should I run?

The explanation was stilted and hard to follow. The stranger said almost nothing of substance with it that Ray could really wrap his head around. “Hurting people?” Even as he asked his hands were trembling, pressing flat against the door behind himself and fumbling for the handle. It was time to go, time to run, time to not be discussing these things with a murderer…or… he thought a murderer… with no body it was hard not to believe it wasn’t another horrifying dream.

“Nightmares assure you you’re awake, you know… they always let you know theirs is reality and there’s no escape.” It was something Ray knew for a fact. He whipped around and pulled the door open with all his strength, he stubbed his toe on the edge as he took off out and a resounding “fuck” sounded down the otherwise quiet hallway. 

—

“Yes! Yes, hurting people. I wouldn’t —” Well. He couldn’t claim he wouldn’t have done it if the vampire weren’t hurting people without being a liar, could he? Though Emilio preferred to go after active threats, but there were always exceptions to that rule. Anyone who’d been involved in the massacre in Mexico, for example, was going to die regardless of why they’d been involved or what they’d done since. But in this case? The kid’s roommate was a threat. He probably would have killed this kid eventually, too. If anything, Emilio had saved him.

But the kid clearly didn’t see it that way. His eyes were wide and afraid, and he was looking at Emilio like he was the monster here. Which, all things considered, might have been fair. It was hard to trust a guy who’d just turned your roommate into a pile of dust. Emilio half wondered if he ought to offer to sweep it up, just to smooth things over.

“Okay, then you’re awake. Jesus, what do you want from me?” Before the question could get a response — if there had been any planned at all — the kid was turning and sprinting down the damn hall. Emilio groaned, throwing his head back and letting out an impressively long string of curses before following. He was getting real damn tired of having to chase people all the time. “Look, kid, we gotta talk about this!”

—

It was one thing after another in this damn place. Toe throbbing painfully after being jammed in the door on his exit, he hobbled for a moment before catching his stride and thundering down the hall. Ray could hear the stranger calling after him, and then the footsteps that said the chase was on. He didn’t quite know what to do. Everyone was asleep and he didn’t want to potentially endanger anyone else to whatever had happened to his roommate. 

“Sounds like a fucking TRAP.” he yelled out hitting the door to the stairs with his whole body and slamming it into the wall opposite as he took off down towards the open air. Where Ray was going he had no idea. All the way to the police station? It didn’t sound like a do-able distance. 

He missed a step. Ass over teakettle towards a landing, Ray yelped and hit the floor with a thud. A groan of pain escaped his lips and he raised his hands in defense as his pursuer caught up. “I don’t want to be dust.” he wheezed.

—

The kid wasn’t a particularly quiet runner, and that combined with the foot he’d hit pretty damn hard against the door on his way out made the chase a little more even than it otherwise might have been, in spite of Emilio’s bad leg. The detective couldn’t keep this pace for long, of course, but he had to hope he could outlast the kid long enough to get them to stop and talk to him. He wasn’t trying to traumatize some college student by turning their roommate to dust and then leaving without an explanation. 

“It’s not a trap,” Emilio groaned, and if he weren’t so focused on running he probably would have thrown his hands in the air to display his current level of frustration. Where was the kid hoping to go, anyway? He’d run past plenty of doors that might have served as potential escape routes already, and a stairwell wasn’t exactly the best bet. There was plenty of room for missteps in a place like this.

As if to prove his point, the kid tripped in front of him, tumbling down to the next landing. Emilio picked up the pace, skipping a few steps in a way his knee wouldn’t thank him for later and skidding to a stop beside the kid. His eyes darted up and down the kid’s form looking for obvious injury — blood, bones sticking out, the works — but it looked like he wasn’t badly hurt. Well enough to talk, in any case. “Jesus Christ, I’m not — If I were going to come at you, don’t you think I would have done it in your room? I can’t turn you to dust. And even if I could, I wouldn’t. I don’t just go around…” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he let out a frustrated huff of air through his nose. “No puedo más. Pinche… Look, you hear about people going missing on campus? Disappearing without a trace? That was your old roommate’s handiwork. Okay? I thought, hey, maybe people not disappearing without a trace would be more fun. Make sense?” 

—

He wasn’t bleeding, he wasn’t broken, Ray was simply aching where he lay winded on his back. He didn’t quite know what to think as the other caught up to him. Dazed, he mumbled for a moment just to himself something about ‘dusting like thanos’ before his eyes opened and he looked at his pursuer properly for the second time. The fact that he was being spoken to rather than stabbed didn’t escape his notice, even as he still tried to feebly defend himself from his spot on the floor. “You can’t turn people to dust? But I did see Simon explode right? I’m not imagining that? Are you… do you do illusions too?” His mind lingers on the strange girl that had been popping up in his life now and then -supposedly to simply scare him and eat his food.

“Simon?” It seemed too far-fetched to him at this moment. His roommate hardly even left the room most of the time, how could he be responsible for that sort of thing. Ray had definitely heard of the disappearances, there had been a few PSAs about staying safe and whatever but he’d paid no mind. “What do you mean?”

—

Sharp senses allowed him to pick up on the kid’s quiet mumbles, but not understand them. What the fuck was a thanos? Emilio searched his mind for the translation, but he came up empty. Maybe he’d look it up later, if he remembered… and if he thought he had any shot at guessing how to spell it. For now, though, he had bigger things on his mind. “Not exactly,” he replied, heaving a deep sigh. He wondered if the kid would judge him if he lit up a cigarette here. He wondered if he cared if the kid judged him. 

Sighing again, Emilio decided that if he wanted to get through this conversation without tossing himself down the stairwell, he was going to need something. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and shoved one between his lips, lighting it up and taking a long drag as the kid questioned him. “Look, kid, I’m just going to come out with it here. Your roommate wasn’t human. That’s why he turned into dust when I stabbed him with a wooden stake, that’s why he was killing your classmates and hiding their bodies in the woods, and that’s why I came here to take care of him. I probably did you a favor. He was going to get hungry enough to take a bite out of you sooner, not later.” 

—

Ray lowered his arms to look at the other better, still partially raised as if he’d be able to stop anything coming for him. He blinked his eyes slowly as the man came into view. “What.” he mumbled blandly. His mind ran through a flipbook of scenarios that would explain why the other was trying to tell him ‘non-human’ was a good explanation. “What do you mean?” This was followed by a shuffling to move back and away from the other man to sit up a bit more and properly try to figure out just what the fuck was happening. “Who are you? Are you serious?”

This man was either out of his mind, or earnestly trying to excuse murder with the absolutely audacious idea that being not human was believable. Ray struggled with himself for another moment. “But how was it Simon? So he’s not human…how do you know something like that about someone? And even then, if he’s an alien or whatever, why is he the one killing people on campus?”

—

The kid was looking at him like he’d rattled off his entire explanation in Spanish instead of English, like he hadn’t caught a damn word of the thing. Emilio bit back another groan, closing his eyes for a moment. Why hadn’t the kid just bought the whole ‘it’s a dream’ explanation? That would have made things so much easier. “I mean what I said,” he bit out, frustration clear in his tone. “And I am serious.” He dodged the ‘who are you’ line of questioning; there was no way in hell he was giving his name to someone who looked about half a second away from calling in the troops on him.

“Me, personally?” Yeah. This was another one that was going to make him sound crazy, wasn’t it? Better to sidestep the whole ‘I’m a vampire slayer with the genetic ability to sense the undead’ explanation until the kid stopped looking at him like he’d sprouted an extra head. “I have my ways. I’ve been looking into your roommate for a while now. To make sure he was the one doing the shit he was doing.” That much was true, at least. Emilio might have a habit of making himself judge, jury, and executioner, but he did just about everything he could do to make sure the ‘executioner’ bit only came to those who’d earned it. “As for why he was killing people… It’s like I said. He wanted a food source. And, I don’t know, some of them start to like it.”

—

“So you’re the police? No…the police don’t do murders I think? The FBI…no?” Ray was so beyond confused and full of conspiracy theories just recently he even threw out “The illuminati probably.” His conclusion was mumbled to himself more than looking for validation. The illuminati would never admit to something like that after all. It was supposed to be a secret sort of thing after all.

Ray looked up at the other man in horror. “He was a cannibal?” His stomach lurched at the thought. What had been in his roommate's mini fridge? He had always been a bit more hard to pin down to have lunch with. Ray had just assumed it was something to do with him, people tended to have the urge to stay away from him when he lived back home so he’d thought nothing of it. He felt so uneasy at the reveal of this information about his roommate, or he supposes his ex-roommate. It didn’t explain how he’d turned to dust rather than fallen down dead, but his brain was getting a bit fried at the moment. 

—

Despite his general distaste for law enforcement, Emilio was almost tempted to back the kid’s theory that he was a cop. But it was clear that the kid figured it was unlikely pretty much as soon as he said it, and that wasn’t really a claim Emilio particularly wanted to make, anyway. He had no idea what the illuminati was, but he probably didn’t want to be associated with them, either. He sighed, taking another long drag of the cigarette and just staring at the kid.

And then came the horror. Technically speaking, the kid’s roommate hadn’t been a cannibal — vampires only drank human blood, which probably didn’t quite count as cannibalism — but it was a close enough explanation, and Emilio could tell that attempting to give the kid the truth wasn’t going to get him anywhere any time soon, so… “Yeah. He was a cannibal. You look in his fridge, I’m guessing you’ll find a lot more blood than you’ve got in yours. You’re better off, okay? Like I said, he wouldn’t have been able to hold out much longer without coming at you, too.”

—

It was a harrowing thought. One that Ray wasn’t ready to start to think about in true depth, the surface level of the idea was enough to send him spiraling. Thinking through all the interactions he’d had with his roommate it did sort of make him wonder how he’d not noticed how chill with his own slightly strange way of working that Simon had been. He was deathly silent for a whole minute, just looking up at the man. He’d been living with a murderer that ate people. What the fuck even was his life. 

“What do I do now, do you tell the college? Do the police know? Do I have to go back there? God I don’t want to go back and live there. What happened to his, his...body…” the dusting of his cannibal roommates body was disturbing but -perhaps a little selfishly- Ray wanted to know what HE was supposed to do moving forward rather than dwell on that little fact. He felt so unsafe. Wrapping his arms around his legs he held himself back from being a terrified cliche and rocking back and forth. “What do I do now?”

—

There were a lot of questions being thrown his way, and Emilio wasn’t exactly equipped to handle any of them. “You don’t have to go back there if you don’t want to,” he offered, because that one seemed simple enough. The kid could find another place to live. The dorm room seemed pretty shitty, anyway. “Or I can find you another roommate.” That should be simple enough to do, too. There had to be somebody looking. Somebody alive, not undead and bloodthirsty. 

He did feel a little bad for the whole thing. Not for killing the vampire — that had to be done, and a lot of people were safer for it — but for the kid witnessing it. Emilio was assuming that this had been his first introduction to the oddities of Wicked’s Rest, somehow, and it wasn’t exactly a nice first impression to have. Sighing, he rubbed at the back of his neck and shrugged. “I can’t tell you what to do now. Whatever you want. Have something to eat, maybe, I don’t know.” He offered a hand to help the kid up, figuring it was probably the least he could do, at this point.

—

Ray took the offered hand hesitantly. As much as the worst kind of dot to dot had connected up revealing the truth about his cannibal roommate, he was still unsure about the intentions of the man in front of him. But he allowed the other to wrench him to his feet and he wobbled on the spot a little once he had a footing. Was this man really doing this for good reasons? He’d murdered his roommate after all. That was maybe some illuminati shit, but probably more along the lines of “Batman or something.” he mumbled to himself gathering his thoughts. 

His body was still trembling. Even as he took a few steadying breaths. “Eat haha yeah sure.” he replied in a higher pitched voice than even he himself had expected. He coughed lightly and closed his eyes. “It’s fine. This is fine. It’s always fine. I’m fine.” Ray chanted softly. Nodding he took one final deep breath, his fingers curling into a fist on either side of him. “Okay, uh…yeah I’ll uh…I’ll figure it out. I- yeah. I’ll manage.” he informed the other, not even sure if the man cared one bit but trying not to think too deeply. He was used to people not particularly caring about him; he always just carried on regardless. “I uh, for running. I’m…sorry?”

—

All right, so maybe the kid wasn’t in the mood for a snack after learning his roommate ate a few of his classmates. Emilio eyed him warily, unsure if he believed the mantra of ‘it’s fine’ that seemed to spill from his lips. In his experience, someone saying things were fine that many times in a row was anything but. But what the hell was he supposed to do about it? He couldn’t undust the vampire in the dorm room, wouldn’t particularly want to even if it were possible. And convincing the kid that nothing had happened obviously wasn’t going to work, so… He’d just have to choose to believe him. The kid said he was fine, he was fine. Emilio couldn’t really afford for him to be anything else.

“All right,” he agreed with a nod. “Great. Don’t worry about it. You were a bad runner, anyway.” It was supposed to be a joke though, with Emilio’s characteristic dry monotone, it was difficult to pick up on it. Patting the kid on the shoulder he nodded. “Uh… Finish your homework. Whatever. I gotta go.” 

Yeah. Maybe it was a good thing he hadn’t made it to this stage of fatherhood. He was pretty sure he fucking sucked at it.

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trevor "she says she's praying for all of us" lmao

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The Dragon and The Wolf |Part 4|

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Part 3

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f! Stark Reader

Warning: Smut with Plot | Pregnancy | Soft Aemond | Biting | P in V | Light Choking | Oral F Receiving | Tiny bit of a Violent Dream | A bit of angst

Word Count: 4052

A/N: Hasn't been proof read yet. Sorry this one is a long one but I wanted to end it here. Ik i wouldn't be able to commit to a longer story. So imma stop it here before I fuck it up. I also plan on writing some one shots of Aemond and some of Michael Gavey cuz I have a small obsession with this man at the moment.

No matter how many times you had visited the godswoods in the Red Keep you had not seen a single vision. You had kneeled there for hours, yet nothing. You prayed to them, hoping they had not abandoned you. This gift they had kissed upon you had been taken for what felt like a month. You hoped this would not be the end of your life and your families. Even if it was the end you kept praying. 

“M’lady please.” Your maid begged you once again as she had an hour ago. 

“Mira, you do not need to stay. I’ll do another hour.” 

“M’lady please. You’ll catch a cold, you’re drenched. We need to warm you up.” 

You finally opened your eyes, you looked down and noticed the smell of the water beneath your knees. The way your loose hairs had stuck onto your neck and face, and the way the water had tickled your cheek as it ran down. Now out of your trance you heard heavy footsteps approaching you and Mira. 

Ser Criston Cole had appeared, with a blank expression on his face he spoke, “The queen would like to speak to you.” 

You sighed before getting up, “Thank you Ser Criston Cole. Let me change and then I shall meet with her.” 

“Now” He had hardly spoken. 

Taken aback by his tone, “Are those in her words or your?” 

“The matter is urgent. She would like to speak now.” 

“Alright.” You rolled your eyes before attempting to pat off the dirt that had clung to your dress. 

In a hushed hiss voice Mira spoke, “M’lady you sat there in the rain for hours. A simple pat would not take it out.” 

You said nothing but a quiet sorry. She was right to be upset though.

You had gotten looks from almost everyone as you walked down the corridors to the Queens chambers. You had excused Mira as you and Cole had entered the room. As the doors opened Alicent had turned around, her eyes widened. 

“My gods, what on earth happened to you.” She grabbed a blanket nearby and walked over to you to wrap you with it. 

“Forgive me your grace. I was praying in the godswoods and had not noticed the rain.” You pause and cling onto the warmth. “I was going to change but Ser Criston Cole said it was urgent.” 

In the corner of your eye you could see him glare at you. “The matter was urgent but you could have changed.” She began to pull you towards the fire to warm up. “I’ll keep it short then.” 

As you both were seated she handed you a cup of tea. “I’m sorry for the bluntness but, have you bleed?” 

Your hands stopped, it took you a moment to process. It had been a month, a month of praying to the gods of the old. A month of sitting there and not a single moment had you realized you never bleed. An entire month, you had never been late, your cycle was always on time, maybe a few days late but never a month. “I” You paused, “No, I haven't. Not since before the wedding.” 

With a bit of remorse on Alicents face, she gave a half smile. That look you had was one she knew all too well. “That’s wonderful. It’s wonderful news, especially news we can give out at Aemonds coronation day.” 

“Oh, yes, his coronation day.” The events that had taken your wedding day came flooding back. “Will you be telling Aemond” 

She nodded, “He should be here soon.” 

Just as the first day he met you, he saw you sitting there. This time by the fire, he watched as the fire had illuminated your face. The way it kissed your features, the way it had made your face glow. Yet this time there was a somber look on your face that you tried to hide with a smile. 

“Hello Husband. We seem to keep meeting this way.” There was an ache in his heart as you went back to calling him Husband. He loved the way you called him by his name. Yet he knew it was his own fault. He had pulled back from you, not because he despised you. But because he despised himself. How could he touch you, not after what he did, not after what he did to his flesh and blood with his own hands. The situation with Aegon was different than Lucerys, with Lucerys it was out of his control. But with Aegon, it was by will. Not only that but for another reason he could not even dare think of it in fear it may come true. 

Alicent could feel the tension, she spoke to try and break it. “Aemond, please sit. I’d like to speak to both of you.” 

He nodded his head and proceeded to sit next to you on the sofa. 

“I was telling Y/n that your coronation day was coming soon. Your grandsire has arranged everything and things have been prepared accordingly. As for your coronation day, we will first check with the maester, but if our assumptions are correct, we will announce the celebration of your first child.” 

You could feel his hard gaze on you as fidgeted with your fingers. Was he mad? Was he upset that you had gotten pregnant so fast? Did he now feel even more tied to you? Did he resent you for this? Like always thoughts had flooded your mind. Without the sight it was impossible to make decisions or to pass judgment on him. You felt vulnerable, you had never felt like this before. You had always been two steps ahead of any suitor or any man in general. But now here you are, a wolf in the den of a dragon. What were you to a dragon? Nothing really. Your sight was all you had to feel in control, and now with it gone you truly felt what other women felt. Powerless. 

“I see.” Aemond had spoken. “Thank you mother. I hope that in time you will be able to guide my lady wife in her responsibilities as the new Queen.” 

She nodded, “Yes of course. And your grandsire will speak to you of your responsibilities as well.” 

“Was there anything else?” 

“No, that was all. You both may take your leave.” Alicent stood up. 

Both you and Aemond had as well, as you all headed towards the door Alicent spoke for the last time, “Congratulations. You both have done well.” You and Aemond nodded. 

Just as you think you both walk in opposite directions Aemond places his hand on your lower back. You look up at him, yet he does not look at you. He began to guide you towards his chambers. When he noticed some maids passing by he asked them to draw a bath in his chambers. They obliged. 

By the time you both had reached the room the bath had already been drawn. He excused the maids. He led you to the front of the tubs, from behind he began to untie your gown. You looked over your shoulder and pulled away. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Stand still.” His voice stern. Yet he continued to speak, “Do you know how idiotic it was to stay in the rain? You could have gotten sick.” 

You spoke lightly, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” 

“Clearly.” 

He helped you into the tub after he had removed your dress and let down your hair. As you laid back in the tub he began to wash your hair. 

“The realm can not afford to lose its heir.” 

You had rolled your eyes, “Yes husband, as I am simply a child maker. And my life does not matter.” 

He lightly pulled on your hair causing you to glare back at him. “I wasn’t finished.” He had grabbed your chin lightly so that you wouldn’t look away. “While the realm can not afford it. I could not afford to lose you.”

Your eyes looked away from his, “Oh and is that why you have avoided me for a month?” 

“Yes.” You scoffed at his remark. 

“My uncle is still alive. We killed his children and his wife, what do you think he’d do if he found out I have grown fond of you. That I have a weakness for you, and now our child. He would burn you alive. Cut you in half, torture you, feed you to caraxes. What would I do if that happened?” 

“Kill him and remarry.” 

“You think that coldly of me?”  

“I have heard rumors that you were with a woman before me. What would stop you from doing the same? You are clearly loyal to your mother and if she wished you to remarry for the sake of the realm you would. I am nothing but a pawn in your family's game. I have done my duty and if I die then that is in the fate of the gods.” 

He was taken aback by your willingness to die. He had noticed a shift in your behavior for a while. The past month he had watched you from a distance, always seeing you praying in the godswood. It was all you did, he had to send maids to come and bring you food whenever you noticed you being there for more than an hour. 

“You have the sight. You are not just a pawn. Clearly my grandsire saw it as something.” 

“Yet I do not have the sight! The gods have clearly punished me! I have not had a single vision or dream since I got here. I have nothing, I am nothing.” 

“You are not nothing. You are my wife. You are to be queen.” 

Tears began to well up, “But I can not just be that. My whole life I have been a greenseer. How could I have that taken from me?” 

“Would you like to go back for a few days?” 

“Where?” 

“Home. To Winterfell.” 

“No, it’s too far. Your coronation is soon, riding there would take months.” 

“Not by dragon's back.” 

“Dragon’s back?” 

“Yes.” 

“No.” 

“No?”

“I’ve never been on a dragon. Let alone see one up close.” You shook your head. 

“It would only be for four days.” 

“Why are you being nice to me?” 

“Were you not listening to me, my lady wife?” He teased. 

“No.” 

“I could never replace you. You are now everything to me” He had leaned in closer. 

He planted a soft kiss on your cheek, “That is why I am being nice.” 

His lips moving closer to your lips. His kisses were intoxicating, no matter if you were angry at him. No matter if he had ignored you. Ever since that day he first kissed you, you had become addicted to it regardless of your feelings. 

“You can’t leave me again. You can’t shut me out. I can’t be here alone. I can’t do this without you.” Your eyes clouded with lust, with caving for his affection. 

“Alright.” He smirked lightly. 

“Promise?” 

He chuckled, “I promise.” 

His lips touched yours. The kiss was sloppy, desperate. You turned around to face him, pulling him closer. Through the kiss you began to help him undress. As he got in the water he pulled you onto his lap. His hands on your waist to hold you up right while your hand drifts down his chest. 

You found his cock already hard, it twitched at your touch. You gripped it tightly causing him to hiss. Your lips leave his as you travel down to his neck. As you suck on his neck you begin to pump his cock causing him to grunt lightly. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes closed as his head leaned back. The look of him like that caused your body to feel on fire. You bit his chest lightly, a groan left his lips. 

Unwilling to wait anymore you aligned him to your cunt. Rubbing him against your lower lips.

“Fuck” His hand moving from your waist to his cock.

But before he could grab himself you stopped his hand. This caused him to open his eyes and look up at you. He watched as you guided his hands from your stomach, passed your breast to reach your throat. That was when you sank down onto his cock, taking all of him. You let out a light moan feeling his warmth. 

He watched as you arched your back and began to move your hips. He lightly squeezed his hand causing your breath to hitch. All he could do was watch, watch as your perfectly shaped tits bounded with the rhythm of you bouncing on his cock. He hadn’t seen you clearly the first time you had sex. But now, he could clearly see you. The candles that surrounded the tub had illuminated you perfectly. The way your hair clung to your neck, the way the water dripped down your face. It made you look ethereal. Too delicate for him to touch, he was afraid that he would break you. 

But your whispers of his name tempted him. He needed more. He sat up, moving you with him. Once he had you both in a comfortable position he lifted you up. He carried you over to the bed. He had placed you on the bed and told you to get in the center. He then told you to turn around and bend over. He watched as you hesitated slightly but then did what he told you to do. Your forearms resting on the bed as your ass stuck up in a position that gave him a view of everything. You felt vulnerable, especially as he had not made a sound. This caused you to look back at him. You just saw him standing there looking at you, his cock just as hard as he had begun to stock it at the sight he was blessed with. 

“Aemond.” You whispered his name again. 

Just with his name he had moved closer to you. You felt the shift in the bed, you felt his hands making their way to your hips once more. His cock aligning with your cunt, he had rubbed himself against you smearing his juices against your wet cunt. It didn’t take long before he filled you up. He groaned at the feeling of your warm cunt, it pulled him in and held onto him tight as he pulled back and forth. 

His pace began to speed up and the sounds of your sweet moans. Each trust is getting harder and hitting the right spots. You felt him pull you back to him, your back against his chest as he continued to fuck you. He moved the hair from your neck, his lips sucking gently on your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine. Your cunt tightening around him more. That last squeeze was enough to tip him over the edge. He came, his cum overflowing out of your cunt as he pulled out. 

He watched as his cum dripped from your cunt to the bed. You felt a shift in the bed again. You felt something between your legs. Before you knew it his lips were against your cunt. He lapped at your dripping cunt. His groan vibrated against your lower lips. 

“You taste so fucking good.” 

You sat up and watched him, his eyes closed as you would grind down on his face. You moaned as you felt his tongue slip between your folds. As you gripped his hair you watched as he opened his eyes. He stared back at you, sucking hard on your clit. You felt a tingling sensation pass through your whole body. Your knees felt weak, Aemond could feel it too. Once you had come down from your high, you got off him. 

Your back now against the bed. You took a moment to collect your thoughts. He was in you just seconds ago but you missed the feeling of him filling you up. But he wouldn’t let you rest, not yet. 

“I’m not done. Not yet. I need you, in every possible way.” Aemond leaned down and kissed your lips as he entered you again. 

Your moans and the sound of the bed creaking could be heard throughout the halls. The whispers of your marriage not being consummated during your period of silence with each other would be silence. 

Morning came quickly, the sun was now shining as the storm had passed. You awoke to the sound of the birds singing and to the feeling of an arm wrapped around you. You opened your eyes and looked down. Aemond had done the decency to cover you both after you had knocked out. But what made your heart flutter was the placement of his hand on your stomach. You didn’t know if he placed his hand there intentionally or just by coincidence. Either way it made you feel secure. Not just for you but for this child.

You placed your hand on his, he was warm. You didn’t understand how he could always be so warm, especially with how cold he looked. You tried to remove his hand to get up but he pulled you back into him. 

“Are you planning to run away so early, wife?” Aemond nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. 

You smiled and turned around in his arms, “No dear husband. I plan on getting ready so that we may go to Winterfell.” 

“Everything is ready. We just need to get out of bed.” Aemond kept his eyes closed and ran his fingers up and down your arm. 

“How do you know it’s all ready? We only spoke of it last night.” 

“Earlier this morning, your maid had come in to wake you. I told her of our plans and asked her to get help setting everything up.” 

“I see.” You paused, “So then why are we still in bed?” 

“Because my dear wife. After all your nagging yesterday, you looked so beautiful sleeping. I could not dare wake you.” 

Aemond opened his eyes to find you glaring at him. He kissed your forehead, “After all that yesterday, you still find ways to upset me?” 

“How could I not?” He smirked before placing a kiss on your lips. 

After an hour or two you both had finally got ready. He had taken you to where Vhagar was, and there you stood. The giant stood before you, the air it had realized from its nose blew your hair slightly. Aemond pulled you closer, he placed your hand on Vhagar. He spoke in High Valyrian, and it seemed to have called the dragon down. 

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to ride with you?” 

“Yes. You’ll just sit in front of me.” 

The trip was long, but not as long as you had spent in the carriage. You felt the cold breeze hit you. The smell of open air, of the woods you had always remembered. Once Vhagar had landed you were greeted with your fathers men. They were taken by surprise and led you both to your father. You had explained everything to him, and how you would only be there for a bit so that you could be back in time for Aemonds coronation. With that he let you go, but requested an audience with Aemond. There you were taken to the godswood. It felt different, different than the one in the Red Keep. You kneeled in front of the tree and began to pray.

After what felt like hours there had been footsteps behind you. Turning you noticed Aemond heading towards you. You watched as he took in the woods. 

“Beautiful isn't it.” You got up and headed towards him. 

He nodded his head and reached up to touch one of the red leaves, “I didn’t expect it to look exactly like the one back home.” 

“They all look the same. At least that’s what I’ve been told.” 

“Have you finished?” He looked back at you.

You smile at him, “Yes. I feel much better now.” 

“Good.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead before turning around to walk back. He stopped when he noticed you weren’t by his side. 

“What is it?” 

“After your coronation. Do you think we could come back?” 

“What for?” 

“Well ever since I was a little girl I always wanted to get married here in the godswoods. And I know we already had our wedding. But-” You looked down at your hands before looking back up at him. “I’d really love to get married to the man I have grown to admire here.” 

Aemond walked back over to you, “If that is what my Queen wants, then I shall give it to her.” 

All you could do was smile at him. Yes your relationship was not ideal, this was not how you had expected it. Especially with him ignoring you, but now, now that you both promised. You both came to an understanding you felt like you could really build something with him. Clearly there was attraction, but you could be more than that. And his openness towards it was all you needed. 

Later in the day at dinner you had felt nauseous and excused yourself to your room. Aemond was going to go with you but you told him to enjoy himself and to keep talking if he wanted to. And he did. He found the environment less hostile as the one back at Kings Landing. Time had passed and without wanting to disturb your sleep, Aemond slept in a separate room. The night had continued yet Aemond could not stop tossing in his sleep. 

He was stuck, as if someone was holding him back. He watched as Daemon pulled you by your hair. You hold your swollen belly to protect your child, your face red and bloody. 

“Nephew, you started this war but I will end it. A wife for a wife.” Daemon pressed the dagger against your cheek, nicking it. 

“Aemond.” Your cries out before all he could hear were your screams. 

Daemon moved the dagger to your eyes, gouging out one after the other. Your tears mixed with the blood that ran down your eyes. Your screams had continued until they had felt real. 

Aemond jolted awake and yet he still heard your screams. His mind scattering, he ran out of the room to find yours. He flung open the door, your screams got louder. He was met with the sight of you, sitting up in bed. Your hands covering your eyes as if you had felt the pain. The pain he had dreamt of. He ran to you and touched your arm. But you had begun to hit him, trying to push him away. 

“Y/n. It’s me. It’s just me.” He waited until you calmed down to see it was really him. He watched as your tears ran down your face. The tears were overflowing, you let out a sob and whispered you were sorry. He shook his head and told you it was fine. 

He had pulled you into him. He had never hugged you so tightly before, he didn’t even know you were capable of that much strength. 

“I had a dream. Your uncle he-” 

“I know. I saw it. You don’t have to say it.” 

Your sobs hadn’t stopped. You both stayed there for more than an hour. Aemond had set you back, and hugged you tightly in hopes to calm you down. It was working, but it did nothing to calm him down. It was all he could think of. Your screams, it made his entire body ache. He was stuck, he felt helpless.

But it was true, he had started this war. He was the cause, he didn’t deserve happiness and his uncle knew it. Just when he found it, just when he found someone who understood him. Daemon would take her from him. He knew if he didn’t find Daemon this would eventually be their fate. It would be your fate. And it killed him. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you died. Not after all this. He knew this would not end not while Daemon was still alive. 

[mountainficss]

adventitious • jeong yunho

ad·ven·ti·tious

/ˌadvenˈtiSHəs/

happening or carried on according to chance rather than design or inherent nature.

WORD COUNT: 3506

SUB!Reader + DOM!Yunho

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, groping, marking, creampie, sexual tension, biting, usage of (y/n), pet names/nicknames, making out, dry humping

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"Jesus Yunho, how long did you microwave that popcorn for?" You questioned, the smell of burnt popcorn diffusing through Yunho's cheap apartment. You waited on the couch for your best friend, watching a stupid grin form onto his face as he removed the popcorn from the microwave and dumped it carelessly into a large bowl, a few kernels falling onto the kitchen counter. "Four minutes?" He replied uncertainly, not entirely sure how long he had set the timer for. "God..." You mumbled, resting your head in your hand. "I don't know how you're not dead yet." He didn't reply, his smile only growing wider as he made his way back to the couch with the bowl of burnt popcorn and plopped next to you.

You and Yunho had become friends back in middle school, now attending the same college and spending your free time together. Since the 6th grade the two of you have been inseparable, making it a habit to eat lunch together every day and mess around in the halls whenever you saw each other. He was the type of friend you needed, Yunho's fun and almost puppy-like personality contrasted with your serious nature. He brought out the best in you, always joking about how he knew you were secretly fun beneath your uptight exterior. You loved the way he could bring a smile to your face even during your lowest moments.

Now you had found yourself sitting in his apartment sharing a bowl of burnt popcorn with him on a Friday night. It was tradition for the two of you to watch movies on Friday nights, staying up as late as 4 a.m. picking random movies and sometimes just letting them play in the background as you talked for hours. Neither of you were the best at focusing on one thing for too long.

"What are we watching tonight?" Yunho asks you, taking a piece of popcorn from the bowl and throwing it at your face playfully. The popcorn hit your cheek and you turned your head from the TV to glare at him, little giggles escaping from him at the sight of your expression. "Quit making a mess, dickhead. I'm sure your apartment's dirty enough," you fought back a smile as you threw the popcorn back at him. He threw a small handful in retaliation and laughed loudly as you pouted at him. "Yunho," you sulked, dragging his name out. "How am I supposed to pick a movie when you keep throwing burnt popcorn at me? You know I'm gonna have to clean this up later," you whined loudly. Yunho studied your face with a smile as he felt his ears heating up. "Okay okay, I promise I'll clean this time," he surrenders, his eyes scanning your face. He always secretly found it adorable when you whined or pouted, getting flustered due to the change of tone in your voice. He did anything for you if you gave him a slight pout.

You turned back to the TV and continued scrolling through movies, trying to find something interesting for the both of you to watch. A cold breeze traveled through the air vents, sending chills across your skin. You reached for the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch and used it to cover your bare legs. "Why's it so cold in here?" You mumbled, annoyed. "That's your fault for wearing shorts (Y/N)," Yunho responded cheekily, earning an eye roll from you in response. You had finally agreed on what to watch, some lame spin-off of a popular action movie that probably had terrible acting. You both spent the next 30 minutes trying to focus on the movie but failed miserably by laughing every few minutes at the cheesiness of the acting.

"(Y/N)," Yunho starts quietly, making you turn your head towards him and hum in response. His face almost made your heart skip a beat, the flickering light from the television illuminating his perfect features. His dark middle-parted hair was a little unkempt, and his gentle gaze alone almost made you blush. Having all of his attention on you like that almost caused you to miss what he was saying. "Scoot closer and share the blanket with me. I'm cold."

You sighed loudly. "Aren't there other blankets in your apartment, Yunho? And weren't you just giving me shit for being cold?" You grumbled. Even with your complaints, you moved closer to the other edge of the couch and threw half of the blanket over his lower body. Although you had protested, the slight blush on your face gave away the fact that you were secretly excited to sit closer to him. Your body liked the feeling of being near him, but you'd never let yourself admit it. "Thank you, (Y/N)~" He sang, draping his arm onto the back of the couch behind your head. You said nothing, fighting back the urge to squirm due to being so close to him. You did your best to focus on the movie, but the large presence of your retriever best friend sitting so close to you was distracting. You took deep breaths, doing what you could to calm your pounding heart.

"Let me hold you." Yunho's voice abruptly broke the quiet sounds emitting from the television. You turned quickly towards him with widened eyes, wondering if you even heard him correctly. "This blanket doesn't keep me warm enough," He continues, removing his arm from the top of the couch and snaking an arm around your waist to pull you closer. "Just come here."

You panicked slightly, feeling your face becoming even redder. "Don't pull me so close, Jeong Yunho!" You snapped, flustered from his actions. Your chest was now flush against his side as he held you close with his arm around your waist. He slightly towered over you, making you feel small underneath him. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed," he chuckled at your attempt to convey annoyance, watching the way your eyebrows furrowed. "This is nothing. We literally slept together once."

"Yah, don't say it like that! And that was back in middle school!"

"I held you closer than this back then."

You couldn't believe this idiot was bringing that up. The memory of you and Yunho spending the night together at his house crossed your mind for the first time in a long time. Your parents were going on an outing and had left you there under the supervision of Yunho's parents. You and Yunho had hung out and played games all day, and he had let you climb into bed with him when your eyelids became droopy and fought to stay open. You still remember the way he held you as you fell asleep next to him, the way his arms pulled you close from behind and remained wrapped around your stomach, spooning you for the whole night. You pushed the memory away, turning to make eye contact with a smirking Yunho.

You wanted to wipe that cheeky grin off his face, but you could hardly think with Yunho's face only being a little more than a foot away from yours. You let out a defeated sigh. "You're such a dick," you muttered as you leaned in and rested your head on his shoulder. His breath hitched slightly at the sudden action, slightly turning his body towards you to rest his other hand on your waist, completely having you under his grip. "Sit on my lap," he commands playfully, turning you to look at him. "Let me hold you for real."

"Yunho!" You yelped, still not used to the feeling of his hands on such an intimate place. "Just this once?" He coaxes with a smile, his thumbs drawing circles onto your sides. You knew your face had to be beet red by now. The feeling was making you dizzy, but you loved the way his hands felt and couldn't help but secretly want more. Why was he doing this to you? Without responding, you grabbed his large hands and removed them from your waist, still holding them as you swung one leg around his body to straddle him. He watched your every move, observing the way your cheeks darkened as you tried to avoid his gaze. You released his hands, letting them rest on your sides as you carefully draped your arms around his neck and rested your chin on his shoulder. You were sure he felt your heart pounding through your chest. The sound of his laugh filled your ears as he snaked his arms around you, pulling your body closer to him causing your front to be pressed against his. You held back a whimper as he began playing with your hair with one hand, running his fingers through it a little too frequently for your heart to handle. "See? It's not so bad," he smiles widely. "And now I'm not cold anymore."

"Shut up," you whined slightly. You could practically hear him smirking, making you groan and bury your face into the crook of his neck out of embarrassment. Yunho's heart skipped a beat when he felt your short breaths on his neck, making him breathe a little heavier underneath you. His mind wandered to unholy places as he imagined you kissing down his neck. You felt his hold around you tighten slightly as he kept running his fingers through your hair. You could feel your arousal starting to flow from your heat, your skin feeling like it was on fire as you tried to shift slightly, holding back the urge to squirm too much. Your small movements caused Yunho to let out a shaky exhale as he felt his length harden beneath you. He tried his best to calm himself down, but your constant shifting and your faint breaths on his neck almost made him lose his self-control. Feeling your body on top of his was making him feel things he'd never felt before. He wanted to take your face in his hands and press kisses to your lips and cheeks, slowly making his way down your body...

He shouldn't be feeling this way about his best friend, should he?

"Yuyu?" You called his name, nearly a whisper. "Yeah?" He breathed, feeling even more aroused hearing his old nickname spill from your lips, almost sounding like a whimper. You didn't answer, letting your lips graze his neck lightly. Not really thinking about your actions, you responded by shyly pressing a light kiss onto his neck, causing his breath to get caught in his throat. The sound of your lips kissing his skin made his member shamelessly twitch in his sweatpants. He exhaled sharply, wondering how you could make him this horny with just the bare minimum. He couldn't take this anymore, at this point he was prepared to fall to his knees and beg to touch you. "Please do that again," he urged, almost pleading. You hesitated for a moment before dropping another gentle kiss onto his neck, then another, listening to his unsteady exhales as you began kissing down his neck. You attached your lips to his skin and sucked delicately, swirling your tongue around the sensitive skin before sucking harder. You felt his fingers entangling themselves into the hair at your nape, carefully grabbing a handful. His hips slightly rolled upward towards your clothed core, making you let out a small whine. You removed your lips from his neck with a small pop. You rested your head on his shoulder again as you both listened to each other's heavy breathing, the sounds coming from the TV forgotten a long time ago. "It—It left a mark," you mumbled quietly, barely able to form proper sentences with desire slowly consuming you. You traced over the small hickey delicately with your fingers. "I'm sorry." You felt Yunho's hand on your cheek, pulling your face closer to his and feverishly pressing his lips against yours, kissing you slowly. You kissed back eagerly, butterflies exploding in your stomach and consuming you with a newfound obsession. His tongue slid inside of your cavern, exploring it as he swallowed your whimpers. One hand reached down to grab your thigh, groping the supple flesh and rubbing your inner thigh with his thumb slowly. The action caused you to buck your hips against his erection, making him groan gently against your lips. You detached your lips from each other's, breathing heavily as you met his gaze. Yunho's eyes were darkened with lust, his pupils blown out as he scanned your face. "Jesus (Y/N)," he stammered, almost not believing that he just made out with you on his couch. "Fuck, you make me wanna do things to you but—should we even be doing this? I'm scared I'll ruin what we have," he questions doubtfully, his ears turning bright red. You shook your head in response. "You won't ruin anything," you whispered softly, studying his beautiful features and reaching a hand up to run your fingers through his hair. "If we do this, I won't wanna stop. I mean—I've wanted you for a while, I don't want this to be just a one-time thing. To me this is more than that," Yunho rambled, letting his thoughts flow out without thinking. You leaned closer to him, giving him a small peck. "Yuyu, do you love me?" You asked quietly, watching his eyes widen slightly at your question. "I've always loved you. I just don't think I realized it until recently," he replies after taking a moment to think. "We spend so much time together and it always makes me so happy, I love hanging out and watching movies with you. You always take such good care of me and..." He trails off slightly. "God, when you wear my clothes it does things to me. You look really good in them. You're so pretty," he breathes, adoring the way your face flushed at his praises. You avoided his eyes, too embarrassed to admit your feelings. "(Y/N)," he whispers. "Do you wanna go further than this?" He asks carefully, making sure not to move too fast. You nodded slightly, resting your forehead against his. "If we do this, promise me it won't be a one-time thing," you commanded, reaching your pinky out to him. "I promise you it won't," he assures, locking his pinky with yours and sealing the promise.

·𖥸·

You were straddling Yunho's lap again, his back pressed against the headboard of his bed as his lips molded against yours slowly and passionately. The sounds of small moans and shaky exhales filled the room as you rocked your hips back and forth onto his erection. His hands that were settled on your waist traveled down to grab your ass, guiding your movements and bucking his hips up against you. You broke the kiss, your head falling onto his shoulder as you whimpered at the feeling. "Yunho," you breathed, reaching down to toy with the hem of his t-shirt. "I think I'm ready now." You felt his hands reach under your shirt, caressing your skin before he carefully pulled your shirt over your head. He stared at your chest which was adorned in a gray bra, making his face heat up as he slid a hand up to knead your mound. "Fuck," he muttered as he snakes his free hand behind to unclip your bra and throw it carelessly onto his bedroom floor. He pulled you closer to him, attaching his lips onto your bud and swirling his tongue around it slowly, falling in love with your erotic noises that you tried so desperately to hold in. You hurriedly yanked his shirt off, losing all patience as you threw it on the floor somewhere with your bra and untied the bow of his sweatpants. He lifted his hips a bit, allowing you to easily remove his sweatpants and boxers. His length was larger than you anticipated, causing you to let out a small gasp. "Like what you see?" He chuckled teasingly, his voice coming out slightly strained. You met his eyes, shooting him a harsh glare. "Shut up," you muttered, wrapping a hand around his throbbing member as you watched his smile disappear and change into a face of pleasure. You stroked him gently as he scanned over your half-naked form with a sinful gaze. "Take those off," he mutters, gesturing to your shorts. You slid them off along with your panties with your free hand, slightly speeding up your movements on his member. Quiet moans slipped past his lips repeatedly as he used his last bit of self control to stop your hand. "Stop, stop," he groaned, taking deep breaths. "I'm gonna cum if you keep going, (Y/N)." Your cheeks turned a dark red at his words. He took a moment, attempting to calm down after almost cumming into your hand. "You don't last very long, huh?" You teased halfheartedly, trying your best to hide the nervous tremble in your voice. You felt him pull you close, lining himself up towards your entrance. "It's only because it's you," he mumbles as he wraps his arms around you. Your heart was pounding, and you were almost positive Yunho could feel it through your chest. "I promise I'll help you finish before me."

He pushed in slowly, small moans spilling from your mouths as he bottomed out. A small whimper of pain escaped your throat, and Yunho tightened his hold around you. "Does it hurt? Do you need me to stop?" He questions with a worried tone. You shook your head, burying your face in the crook of his neck. "Just move already," you whined, slightly circling your hips around him in an attempt to grow used to his size. His breath hitched as he grabbed your hips tightly, slowly guiding you up and almost pulling out before he slid back in completely. He kept his slow pace, taking his time and enjoying every second of being inside of you. You felt every inch of him as he fucked into you, small whines and moans leaving your mouth despite your best efforts to hold them in. "Don't hide them," he commanded breathlessly. "I need to hear you, (Y/N)." His voice dripped with lust and desperation, causing you to whimper loudly. No one has ever turned you on so much, but Yunho had managed to make you the horniest you'd ever been in one night and with nothing but his very existence. Your skin burned where he touched you, sweat beading at your forehead as your moans involuntarily became louder. He quickened his thrusts, the heavenly sound of his groans reaching your ears and making you even more desperate for him. The headboard behind him began colliding with the wall, the slight banging sounds completely lost to both of you as you focused on pleasing each other. You felt like you were falling apart under him, and you found yourself longing to be entwined with him forever. "Yuyu," you mewled, desperately grabbing at his shoulders. He groaned deeply, your sweet nickname causing him to twitch inside of you. "Yeah, baby?" He sighed, trying to regain his composure. He knew he wouldn't last long if you said his name like that again. "I love you," you murmured, feeling the tight knot in your abdomen beginning to unravel. "Oh fuck," he moaned, his heart fluttering due to those three simple words. He removed his hands from your hips and wrapped his arms around you into a bear hug, quickening his thrusts into you. "Please say that again, (Y/N), please..." He trailed, dangerously close to reaching his high. Your lewd moans were like music to his ears as you struggled to speak through your pleasure, "I l-love you, I love you s-so much," You rambled, your hole tightening around his erection as you neared your release, "'M gonna—"

You couldn't finish your sentence before your high enveloped you, biting hard on Yunho's shoulder as broken cries and moans fell from your lips. His moans only became louder as he fucked you through your orgasm. The sounds of you falling apart on him tipped him over the edge, his orgasm coming seconds after yours. "(Y/N)," he whimpered as he finished inside of you, those three words still replaying in his mind like a broken record as he fucked you full of his seed. His thrusts slowed as he stilled, still inside of you as you both struggled to catch your breath. He held you tightly against him still, your sweat-covered bodies tangled closely together.

"I never thought I would cum from someone telling me they loved me," Yunho laughed shakily, breaking the silence and still attempting to steady his breathing. A breathless giggle tore itself from your weak body, his remarks never failing to make you laugh even during a moment like this. "You're such an idiot," you grinned as you fought to keep your heavy eyelids open. You felt his fingers gently combing through your hair as sleep threatened to take you. "Yeah," he sang, "I'm your idiot, (Y/N)~"

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[arlertdarling]

❥ STARS IN YOUR EYES — armin arlert x gn!reader, modern au, fluff, established relationship, space nerd!armin, yet another incredibly self-indulgent, incredibly fluffy armin oneshot<3 (i don't actually know a lot about astronomy so sorry if i got anything wrong!)

“That’s Orion’s belt,” Armin says, tracing his fingertip along a short line of stars. “Those three stars there, see? And that kind of arced line is his shield. A little higher up there, that’s his sword.” He pauses, hand lowering as he searches the sky. “Canis Minor should also be… ah, yeah, look, Canis Minor, just there. It’s only two stars so it’s hard to spot. Canis Major is easier to recognise. I think it’s just here actually, see?” He connects a few specks of light together — a triangle here, a rectangle there. You raise your hand and try to mimic Armin’s movements. He puts his hand over yours, guiding it and correcting your lines. Then he stops at one of the stars, slightly bigger and easier to see than the others.

“This is Sirius,” he says, “the brightest star in our solar system and the… fifth? Closest to our sun. Around 8.6 light years away.”

“Wow.” You look up at him. “Wait, isn’t that the North Star?”

Armin grins at your interest. “No, that’s Polaris.” He moves your hand. “This one here.”

You think for a moment. “What about the closest star?” you ask. “Which one’s the closest to us?”

He sets your hands down. “Well, not counting the sun, the closest star to us is Proxima Centauri,” he explains before looking at you with a gleaming smile and eyes full of fascination. “Now, you’d think that because it’s the closest, logically it should be the brightest, right?”

“Well… yeah, I think so,” you agree unsurely.

“But it’s not!” He beams. “It’s actually the dimmest,” he says, pinching his thumb and forefinger together and holding it up to the sky, “because it’s so small! Only about a tenth of the sun’s mass.”

“So it’s like a little baby star,” you jest.

Armin laughs through his nose. “I don’t know about ‘little’,” he says. “It’s still so big that its mass has to be written in scientific notation. Or like, in terms of the Earth’s mass, which is also written in scientific notation.”

You smirk. “You know what else is so big that its mass has to be written in scientific notation?”

Armin is about to give a genuine answer but stops himself. “Were you about to make a deeznuts joke? On our romantic stargazing date?” You snicker as he sighs and rubs his hand down his face. “I can’t believe I almost fell for that.” He’s smiling despite himself.

“Boo,” you drawl as you bump shoulders with him. “You’re no fun.” You exchange childish grins before looking back at the sky. As much as you may tease him for being a nerd, Armin’s astronomy knowledge never fails to impress you. It’s endearing too, the way he rambles so eagerly. You could listen to him talk for hours.

“So, where’s the not-so-little baby star then?” you question, scanning the sky. “Can we see it?”

“Oh, no, it’s only really visible in the southern hemisphere,” Armin replies. “Though even then, you need ideal viewing conditions and a telescope with an aperture of at least 8cm to see it.”

You hum. “Guessing we don’t have one of those?”

Armin chuckles. “I think the bigger obstacle is the fact we’re nowhere near the required latitude to even try seeing it.”

“Whatever, nerd.” You giggle and rest your cheek against Armin’s shoulder as he continues talking about the constellations. It’s quiet; the countryside always is, but the nighttime brings with it a different kind of quiet. Crickets chirp and the night breeze rustles the grass and leaves. Above you, the stars are abundant, floating like lily pads in a blue-black pond. You’ve been looking at them for so long that it seems as though they’re dancing, spinning round and round like maple tree seeds in the wind. It’s almost hypnotic, tempting you to fall asleep, but the anticipation for what’s to come is keeping you awake.

Armin checks his phone, the light of his screen illuminating his giddy smile. “Okay. Any minute now,” he says, setting aside his phone. His eyes are gazing at the sky, but your eyes are on him. The darkness makes his features hard to see, but you’ve stared at him so many times before that you’re able to fill in the blanks by memory. The dainty curve of his nose, the soft shade of his lips, the aquamarine light in his irises…

You’re startled from your trance when Armin suddenly gasps. “Look!” he exclaims, pointing up. You follow his hand to a white streak passing through the sky. It vanishes, but not long after, another cuts through nearby. An extraordinary celestial phenomena, and yet you can’t help flicking your eyes over to Armin just to watch his reaction. It’s cheesy, but to you, no celestial phenomena compares to his smile.

You reach over and rake your fingers through his hair. “I love you,” you say absentmindedly.

It takes a second for Armin to give you his attention, too focused on trying to spot a meteor. “What did you say?” he says, turning to you.

You prop yourself up on your elbows and lean in close, brushing some hair out of his face. “I said I love you.”

He catches your hand before it leaves his face and presses a kiss to your wrist. “I love you too,” he whispers, smiling against your palm. You laugh giddily and rub your forehead against his affectionately.

Armin stares at you from under blond eyelashes. “Can I kiss you?” he mutters into the breath of air between you, one hand already hovering near your face.

You move your head the rest of the way into his palm and cup your hand over his. “It’s about time you asked,” you tease, and Armin’s chuckle tickles your lips as you meet. You mould to each other, soft and yearning. It’s a movement that expresses more than either of you could with words alone, pouring your feelings into each other in their rawest form, passing them between warm lips and even warmer breaths; slips of tongue and airy giggles. Armin’s hand is supporting your jaw, fingers tucked behind your ear delicately while yours pulls him closer by his sweater. When you part, for a moment, you just stare at each other; too enthralled to speak.

Armin smiles fondly, his awe melting into adoration. A thumb pets your cheekbone as if to brush away an eyelash, his other hand rubbing your hip. He doesn’t stop staring at you, putting every detail of you like this to memory. The way you’re framed by the starry sky, the meteor that passes over your head like a halo, how his hands fit to you like they were made to hold you. Armin sighs and nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. “What did I do to deserve you?” he mumbles, his lips ticklish against your skin.

“I should be asking you that,” you argue playfully, stroking his hair. Armin doesn’t say anything; you just stay like that for a while, holding each other as the meteors glide by intermittently.

“It’s a little chilly,” Armin comments after a particularly harsh rush of wind. He runs his hands over the goosebumps on your arms. “You’re not too cold, are you?” He gives you a concerned glance, but before you can answer, he’s taking off his sweater and pulling it over your head. The lingering warmth on the fabric presses against you like a kiss as Armin helps you slide your arms through the sleeves. He gives it a few last tugs and pulls, making sure you’re all covered up.

When his eyes meet yours, he smiles sheepishly. “I know we should probably head inside… but could we stay out a little longer?” He adjusts the sweater again, but more out of nervous habit rather than necessity.

You smile at his sincerity. “Yeah, of course, baby,” you coo. “I don’t mind.”

The pet name makes Armin blush. He pats the space beside him and you shift to spoon his side, draping your limbs over his body. He curls an arm around you, lazily petting your hair. The both of you watch the fleeting strokes of light criss-cross above you, and for just a moment, you forget about the rest of the world; for just a moment, it’s only you, Armin and the stars beneath your fingertips.

[nyxwanderland]

♡ just for tonight

pairing → nanami kento x reader genre → angst warnings → SHIBUYA ARC SPOILERS, SPOILERS, i think i put the wrong time since the shibuya arc actually takes place around 8? idk we'll ignore that. also, implied character death word count → 878

you woke up to a sound of something hitting the carpeted floor of your bedroom with a soft thud. you peeled open your eyelids, realizing your body was towards the attached bathroom door and not your husband as you were before you had fallen asleep.

you rubbed your eye with your knuckles and moved to your other side to face your husband, still very sleepy, only to find a cold and empty space. now your drowsiness was vanished and you had become alert.

you reached out for your phone on your bedside and checked the time.

12:52 am October 31st

you sat up and turned on your night lamp to see clearly while scanning your shared bedroom. he wasn't there.

"kento?" you called out to him, but your voice was dry and quiet, so you had to clear your throat and try again. "kento, are you home?"

the blond man entered the room upon hearing your voice calling for him, fully dressed in his sorcerer attire. "y/n?" he quietly said, sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed in front of you. "i'm sorry, did i wake you up?"

you noticed his get-up, and instead of answering his question, you asked, "you're going to work at this hour?"

nanami sighed and held both of your hands in his endearingly. "yes, my love. they need me."

you knew there were times when he had to go for his jujutsu work at ungodly hours, and this was one of them as well. you were either asleep most of the time when he left or you'd wake up and he would inform you that he was leaving, promising you to return home and embrace you in his muscular yet tender arms.

this time, however, you felt something strange in your chest—more like a bad gut feeling. you had no idea why you were feeling as such all of a sudden, but you unexpectedly didn't want your beloved to leave.

your fingertips slipped through his hands to grip the cuff of his sleeve. "what if... you don't go? just for tonight?"

nanami's brown eyes widened a little in surprise. you never said something like this. even though you were a non-sorcerer, you still had an idea of the role and importance of jujutsu sorcerers to ordinary people. you understood his responsibility, so you never even thought of telling him to ditch his work while fully knowing he needed to rest too.

his gaze softened when your eyes welled up in tears. you were really anxious for him, you were afraid something bad might happen to him. "my love, i understand you're worried," nanami explained gently. "but i'll be back. just wait for me, okay?"

"no," you said, shaking your head as you sniffled and tears rolled down your cheeks. "i don't want you to go. just not today, kento."

nanami held your face in his hands, wiping the tears with his thumbs. he gave you a chaste kiss on your forehead and rested his own on it. "baby, you have to understand. i have to-"

"no, you don't understand," you sobbed. "please, don't go i'm begging you. i don't want you to leave me alone in this world. i can't live without you. please stay just for tonight, you can make up for it in later missions—"

you pleas were cut off by a passionate kiss on your lips. your face was still in his hands, so it was impossible for you to pull back. "y/n. don't worry, i'll be home as soon as i'm done. you just go to sleep." nanami finally let go of you and stood up, wearing his beige-colored jacket and picking up his weapon.

"i'll come back, my love."

you looked up from your bed at his towering figure with teary eyes. "promise me," you said, your voice trembling with fear. "promise me you'll be home. then i'll stop worrying."

nanami looked at you intently before bending over to bring his face closer to yours, giving you one last kiss before leaving.

"i can't promise something i can't keep."

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it'd been hours. your room was now filled with the illuminating rays of the sun, and you were still in the same place on your bed, awake and waiting for your husband's return. your eyes were red and puffy due to an hour of crying after he left. your mind was hazy and tired, yet you couldn't bring yourself to sleep.

you glanced at your wedding ring, twisted into a mobius strip. "forever..." you mumbled, reminiscing about the vows nanami said at your wedding.

you deeply sighed. i'm losing my mind.

the doorbell rang.

it didn't even take a second for you to jump out of the lofty mattress and run towards the door. you didn't even bother to look through the peep hole or ask who was there; you just opened the door, eager to jump into the arms of the love of your life and smother his handsome face with kisses.

alas, to your disappointment, you were met with the eyes of a young boy with pink hair, who was too ashamed to look at you in the eye and was holding a white envelope with the words, my dear y/n.

✩

since shibuya arc just dropped, i decided to post this drabble that was on my mind for a while &lt;3

[carnagewizard]

By illuminat

[vulturesouls]

Getty Museum Ms. 46 (92.MK.92), fol. 32v

Initial D: The Anointing of David

Within the initial D opening Psalm 26, Samuel annoints King David, traditionally believed to be the author of the psalms. The heartfelt poetic text on the right reads: Dominus illuminat[i]o mea et salus mea. Quem timebo (The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom will I fear?).

from the Bute Psalter created in Paris, France, text and illumination about 1285

By the Bute Master (Franco-Flemish, active about 1260 - 1290), illuminator

Tempera colors, gold, and iron gall ink

[cognitivejustice]

Nestled within southern Thailand’s mangrove-rich but fast-developing Phang Nga Bay, the village of Ban Nai Nang has developed a mangrove conservation model based on beekeeping.

By rearing colonies of native honey bees and stingless bees that are important pollinators of local mangrove trees, the villagers earn money from honey sales, which in turn fund their community mangrove conservation efforts.

Since they began their beekeeping and conservation activities, they’ve observed signs of rejuvenation in their local mangrove forests and are now helping neighboring villages to follow their conservation model through training and mentorship.

Community-led approaches to mangrove restoration are increasingly recognized as more effective than many state- or market-driven initiatives in terms of both ecological and economic outcomes.