#pls dont feel obligated to match!!

[13elmst]

sanghyun:

( … ) "i live here, jaehyun," he drawls, with restrained patience and unbridled patronizing. he inches forward, daring the invisible barrier between them to mean a damn thing. "i didn't move out of the building when you decided to switch rooms," sanghyun rounds on him, sarcastic and condescending to the listening ear. "i'm not giving you orders. you want him out, right? i'm agreeing with you and i'm trying to help you." despite his words, his eyes glow impossibly brighter, and a low, resonant vibration begins to hum. the air quivers with the promise of an impending surge of power. his voice low, steely, only for jaehyun to hear, "what do you think should happen here?"

perhaps one day, when the dust has settled and they’re old enough that how one dies becomes more of a concern than how one lives, jaehyun will think back to this moment. standing here, face to face with the man he once called his friend. how somewhere in the past, he once looked upon the man with mirth, arm around sanghyun’s shoulder as he badgered the man to drink beyond his limit. how sanghyun’s contact still remains even now, rotting in jaehyun’s phone. perhaps then, he’ll bother enough to reminisce, wonder where it all went wrong. it’ll take a couple of weeks and the sort of introspection that he’s not yet capable of, but maybe jaehyun will, one day, come to the haunting realisation that the reason why he’d come to loathe the latter was because deep down, they were not so different, him and sanghyun. sanghyun mirrors the anger that jaehyun carries. the difference between them is that sanghyun knows how to hide it. jaehyun is not so lucky.

( and maybe, had jaehyun been a little more like sanghyun, had learnt to make peace and make do, he’d never have had to go through all the shit that he’s had to deal with. that maybe then, he’d be able to carry the sort of optimism that sanghyun holds, bright-eyed and still having the strength to hold on to hope. )

but today’s not that day.

today, jaehyun curls his fists, fingers reddened with anger at sanghyun’s condescension. today, there is a fleeting impulse thought, a call from the void to drive his fist into the man and together, sate the curiosity of not having to pull his punches for once. jaehyun thinks to answer. the air is thick with the sort of tension that you can cut with a knife. jaehyun breaks it, a ridiculing laughter falling from the sneer. “help me?” a pause. a sniff. jaehyun raises his chin and drags his gaze lazily along the man’s form, “you can’t even help yourself.”

a step closer. a low, “see, that’s the thing about people like you.” jaehyun raises his hand, tips of his fingers pushing the man patronisingly back with ill-controlled strength. takes a step closer, “you think that pandering to the fucking humans like a starving mutt is gonna get you fed.” push back, step closer, “that begging on your knees and kissing their boot somehow makes you better than the rest of us.” and here, there is a way in which his face turns grave, almost sombre. like he’s back in his room, thumb halting the scroll when he catches sanghyun’s name in his contacts. how he forgets to delete it even still. “it’s not. it doesn’t.” jaehyun pauses, a sly grin along his lips as he raises an eyebrow in irony. “matter of fact—” he turns from sanghyun, puts distance between them as he regards their many spectators, two arms raised in the air as he gestures for them to pay attention. “listen up!” he roars, pivots strategically in the circle they’ve left for him as he announces, “together for daehan’s 2024 vice presidential candidate spotted enjoying all evo has to offer! fucking evo’s girls! that’s right—” jaehyun stretches an arm out towards his ex-roommate, eyes still locked onto a spectator’s, “lee sanghyun, everybody! in the flesh!” jaehyun curls his arm in, turns his head towards sanghyun and addresses him directly, “wonder how that’s gonna work out for your campaign when the gossip rag gets a hold of it.”

jaehyun drops his arms, strolls slowly back to sanghyun with a sneer, “you still gonna play dumb? or you gonna do yourself a favour, fuck outta this party and run back to that room you live in before it’s too late?” jaehyun gazes down momentarily to pick off a piece of lint from the shirt on sanghyun’s chest, then leans forward as his words fall to mirror sanghyun’s condescension from before, “oh, it’s not an order. i’m just trying to help you.”

[acidrcins]

𝐟𝐨𝐫    *    @rnalgnant tw: fire, death & mild nsfw

throughout her lifetime, seori has kissed a myriad of souls. there were boys in the shadows behind convenience stores, bartering intimacy for her meal of the day; soft strawberry-scented lips painting hers vibrant shades of pink; hushed whispers of indiscretions in darkened rooms far too illicit to ever see daylight. yet, in the vast collection of these moments, none held any significance. for fuck’s sake, she didn’t even need to wear a patch, because it had all just been so mindnumbingly placid and dull. another shade of dreary gray, blending seamlessly with the other, indistinguishable in its monotony. 

but sanghyun is different. sanghyun doesn’t hold her tight and ask her when is the next time he’ll see her. sanghyun doesn’t ask if he can use her lipstick with excuses veiled with a facade of innocence. sanghyun doesn’t murmur sweet, empty nothings that lose their luster when the lights turn on and the harsh glow illuminates their faces. no, in fact, when sanghyun kisses her for the first time, he breathes fire into her lungs. a smoldering rage that burgeons into a violent inferno that engulfs her being. 

(maybe it’s because it’d been amidst a taut, strained conversation laced with the venom of blame. maybe it’s because for the last two years, their interactions have been shrouded with an unsettling undercurrent of tension, masked behind polite passive-aggressive jabs. but most likely, it’s because it’s what she shouldn’t have, it’s noxious and lethal and she knows he could - and would kill her if he could. and nothing could make her want someone more.) 

her body pressed up against his, hands exploring his torso, he incinerates what little is left of her restraint. the news reports it as a freak accident. five people killed. seori and sanghyun never talk about it because fiction tastes better, a pill less demanding to swallow than the truth that it had all been because of a boy with a violent headache and an unruly heat vision, induced by a girl and her malevolent toxins.   

okay - seori lied. they do attempt to talk about it, but unsurprisingly, they speak the language of fervid kisses better. and within a matter of weeks, they concoct a clandestine cipher shared between themselves; a crimson-red code of uninhibited desire. objectively, it’s a bad idea. In every conceivable manner, it is a horrible fucking idea. but sanghyun’s a mercurial high, an all-consuming force she aches for. a ravaging of chaos, and lust that makes her meet him again and again and again. (seori is proud to say that they do better, though. no more casualties - just abandoned factories, barren land, junkyards. they’re good people.)  

tonight, it’s a housing estate to be demolished. a questionable setting for a tempestous fever dream of desire and destruction, but nevertheless, it ends with her patch ripped off her arm with his teeth, her body marked with searing scarlet remains of coveting. the air around them is smoky, ashy with charred debris wafting through the air. there’s an incandescent glow painting his face - makes him look softer than he actually is. she props her face up and traces his arm with a tenderness that neither of them deserve. “so, what’s next?" she asks, absentmindedly playing with a lock of his hair. "you blow up another house, or i kill you?" 

[areislol]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤa sereande of stars

pairings. sunday x gn! reader

warnings. just fluff

a/n. based off of that one text between the trailblazer and sunday

wc. 574

synopsis. after a long day on the astral express, you struggle to fall asleep. dan heng suggests asking sunday for help. to your surprise, the aloof halovian agrees—and lulls you to sleep with his gentle voice.

the astral express was unusually quiet, the hum of its engines a steady background noise. despite the stillness and the comforting sway of the train, you lay in your cabin, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. the events of the day replayed in your mind like a whirlwind, refusing to let you rest.

a soft knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts. you sat up as the door slid open to reveal dan heng, his usual composed expression betraying a flicker of concern.

“still awake?” he asked.

“yeah,” you admitted, running a hand through your hair. “i’ve tried everything, but i just can’t seem to switch off.”

dan heng considered you for a moment before offering a suggestion. “sunday might be able to help.”

“sunday?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“he’s... surprisingly good at lulling people to sleep. ask him to sing for you,” dan heng said, his tone calm but carrying the faintest hint of amusement.

you blinked. “wait, he sings? sunday sings?”

dan heng only nodded before leaving, clearly done with his part in the conversation.

you hesitated for a moment but eventually gathered the courage to head toward the archives. sunday, ever diligent, was there as expected, seated at his desk, surrounded by a mountain of books and scrolls. the glow of the terminal cast soft light over his pale features.

“sunday?” you called hesitantly.

he looked up, his sharp blue eyes meeting yours. “yes? shouldn’t you be resting by now?”

“that’s the problem,” you said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “i can’t sleep. dan heng said… well, he said you might be able to help.”

sunday tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “help how?”

you felt your cheeks warm as you avoided his gaze. “he said you could sing… a lullaby.”

a brief silence followed. you braced yourself for a cold dismissal, but instead, sunday let out a soft sigh, standing gracefully from his chair.

“if it will help, i suppose i can oblige,” he said, his tone casual but his words filled with an unexpected warmth. “come.”

you followed him to a small lounge area, where he gestured for you to sit. feeling a bit self-conscious, you settled onto the plush couch, pulling a blanket over your lap. sunday sat across from you, his hands folded neatly in his lap as he regarded you with quiet intensity.

“what kind of lullaby would you like?” he asked softly.

“anything, really,” you murmured, your eyes already feeling heavier under his calm, soothing presence.

sunday nodded, his gaze softening. when he began to sing, his voice was low and smooth, each note wrapping around you like a gentle embrace.

the melody was unfamiliar, something ancient and serene, with words you couldn’t quite understand. yet, the emotion in his voice was unmistakable—steadiness, comfort, and a quiet strength that seemed to shield you from the worries of the world.

you found yourself closing your eyes, the sound of his voice carrying you away. the tension in your body melted as you sank deeper into the cushions, your breathing slowing to match the rhythm of his song.

“rest,” he murmured softly, his voice like a whisper against your mind. “let the stars guard your dreams.”

the last thing you remembered before sleep claimed you was the warmth of his presence and the faint curve of his lips—an expression so rare, it felt like a secret meant only for you.

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[hearts4golbach]

Keep Quiet.

Johnnie Guillert x Fem!Reader.

smut.

submission: thigh riding with johnnie pls 🙏

whenever johnnie got on his PC to play games with his friends, it was always when i needed him the most.

i laid in our shared bed, my legs crossed as i tried to prevent my mind from wandering and getting myself even more worked up.

his hands touching every part of my body, especially where i needed him the most.

but i quickly shook the thought, attempting to focus on the text i was going to respond to. it was no use, i couldnt think straight.

i took a deep breath and sighed, getting johnnies attention unintentionally.

"you okay, baby?" he asked, removing his headset off of one ear.

"yeah, just.." i hesitated, my eyes gliding over his body, "bored."

"come sit with me," he offered, "sorry, talking to my girlfriend."

i obliged, desperate to feel his touch in any way i could. i left my phone on the charger. i sat on the left-hand side of his lap, leaning back onto his shoulder. one arm wrapped around me and gripped the controller.

he continued talking to his friends as i stopped blocking out my thoughts. i adjusted, squirming in an attempt to relieve some of my tension.

"you okay?" he asked, covering the microphone.

i met his gaze, glancing down to his lips. "yeah."

"tell me if you need anything."

"youre fine, babe. play with your friends," i smiled, leaning my head back on his shoulder.

i turned towards his neck, kissing it gently. he glared down at me and cleared his throat mid sentence before continuing whatever he was saying. i didn't care enough to listen to anything besides his moans at the moment. i sucked on his neck gently, leaving light hickeys wherever my lips had touched. his fingertips gripped into my waist. i gently pressed down into his thigh, letting out a moan low enough only he could hear. i could see as he grew harder by the second, trying to focus on the game so as not to alarm his friends.

he covered his microphone once more. "turn around." he whispered before adjusting.

i did as he instructed, turning around and placing myself on his thigh.

"go ahead, love. ill help you out when im done." he placed a passionate kiss on my lips before returning to the game.

i grinded slowly. he kept glancing over, watching as i pleased myself on his thigh. my mouth formed the shape of an O as a low moan escaped my mouth.

"you need to stay quiet. i dont want these guys to hear your pretty moans." his hand squeezed my thigh and returned back to the controller.

i bit my lip, holding back the whimpers that threatened to escape my lips. his hand slid up my neck, gripping it gently and pulling me in to kiss me.

"youre doing so good," he whispered on my lips, "dont cum until i tell you."

i nodded quickly as i quickened my pace. i gripped his thigh for balance. "johnnie-" i moan.

his hand quickly covers my mouth as he shushes me, "Be a good girl, or you'll have to go to bed just like this."

his hand moved from my mouth to my clothed clit, rubbing circles before his match started. i jolted, biting on his shoulder gently. quiet moans filled his open ear, and his friends didnt suspect anything. he removed his hand and placed it back on the controller.

i continued to suck dark love bites on his collar bone as i quickened my pace. i moaned quietly on his skin, sending chills down his spine.

"guys, i think im going to get off after this match." he cleared this throat, his eyes meeting mine. "yeah, i got a lot of shit to do, so," he trailed off. he covered his mic, whispering in my ear, "you think you can hold on a little longer, babe?"

"mhm," my hand moved to his chest. "hurry."

"be patient, its almost over." he replied before uncovering his microphone.

i kept my pace the same, trying to hold on as long as i could. it wasn't enough. I needed him. johnnie put down his controller, saying goodbye to his friends before turning the pc off. his lips crashed onto mine, picking me up and bringing me over to the bed. he laid me on my back, his hands sliding up my shirt and taking off my bra. he slipped my shirt over my head. he gently grabbed my tits, massaging them as he kissed me.

his hand moved to my clothed cunt, rubbing his fingers through my folds gently, "god, youre already so wet."

"you did this to me." i breate out.

he slid my pants off, tossing them somewhere in the room. he moved my panties aside, licking a stripe. i propped myself up on my elbows, holding back a moan.

"you can be as loud as you need, baby," johnnie began to suck on my clit as he slipped one finger inside of me.

i let out a low moan, arching my back. "you feel so good." i was already getting close, the friction just what i needed.

he slipped his second finger in as i whimpered. his mouth flew back to my clit, sucking it before letting it go with a pop. i shuddered, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. "you taste amazing. is this why you wanted to distract me from my friends?" johnnie teased and he gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him.

i arched ny back, letting him his a different angle. his fingers thrusted quickly inside of me, allowing a string of lewd moans and curses slip out of my mouth. "oh, fuck. yes, oh my god, yes."

he curled his fingers, sending a wave of plessure through my body. i threw my head bsck, whimpering as he continued. "bein' so good for me, hm?"

i nodded eagerly, "johnnie, im so close."

he replaced his fingers with his tongue, gripping my ass as he lapped up all of my juices. "cum whenever, baby." his tongue massaged my walls as i clenched around him. i came on his tongue, my body going limp as he helped me ride out my high.

he pulled away, taking off his shirt and putting it on me. he laid next to me in the bed, pulling the covers over the two of us. he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

his phone went off, making us both jump. "its okay, check it," i said, groggily.

he nodded and picked up his phone, "they heard you."

[h3roisms]

✧˚ · . 𝗙𝗢𝗥 ... @macabr3s !

the  delicate  beauty  of  freshly-bloomed  petals  never  ceased  to  leave  ziggy  sighing  with  mystified  awe  ;  the  white  oleander  had  quickly  become  one  of  the  nymph’s  favorite  haunts  within  portum  –  it  was  like  he  had  walked  into  a  small  pocket  of  his  old  home  ,  surrounded  by  lush  greenery  and  the  earthy  scent  of  nature’s  beauty.  despite  the  dull  twinge  of  lingering  guilt  that  never  quite  seemed  to  leave  him  ,  ziggy  couldn’t  help  but  yearn  for  his  home  every  time  he  wandered  through  the  threshold  of  white  oleander  ,  fingertips  tracing  the  curved  outlines  of  waxy  leaves  and  the  gentle  edges  of  blossoming  flowers  .   when  the  sound  of  the  owner’s  voice  filtered  through  the  air  ,  the  nymph  perked.  dark  eyes  flickered  with  warmth  as  his  lips  curled  into  a  lop-sided  smile.  his  fingertips  rested  against  the  unfurling  petals  of  a  young  peony  and  as  his  touch  lingered  ,  the  delicate  pink  flower  suddenly  expanded  –  the  subtle  pulse  of  magic  was  unintentional  and  as  the  plush  sensation  of  petals  blooming  against  his  fingertips  caught  his  attention  ,  ziggy’s  eyes  widened.  “  oh  !  crap  ,  s-sorry  …  “  he  flashed  an  awkward  and  timid  smile  ,  jerking  his  hand  away  and  quickly  tucking  it  behind  his  back  –  making  him  look  far  more  like  a  naughty  child  caught  with  a  hand  in  the  cookie  jar. he  cleared  his  throat  and  gnawed  at  a  semi-chapped  lower  lip  ,  blinking  balefully  over  at  the  dark-haired  femme  .  “ actually  –  ah  ,  i  stopped  by  to  ask  if  you  had  any  extra  packets  of  fertilizing  packets  ?  my  potted  plants  are  starting  to  wilt  a-and  i  noticed  the  little  nutrient  packs  that  come  with  the  flowers  works  really  well  …  “  nevermind  that  the  nymph  could  siphon  fresh  life  into  wilting  plants  if  he  so  desired  ;  sometimes  it  was  simply  the  principle  of  the  matter  ,  the  effort  behind  nourishing  a  growing  plant  ,  that  offered  ziggy  any  real  satisfaction. 

「   🔗   」     STATUS.   ﹕   open. 「   🔗   」     LOCATION.   ﹕   white  oleander 「   🔗   」     FEAT.   ﹕   theo  &  your  muse.

         “  i’ll  be  there  in  a  sec  !  ”  theo  calls  out  from  the  back  as  the  bell  by  the  front  door  sounds  .  she  lets  out  a  satisfied  sigh  as  she  eyes  her  latest  arrangement  before  picking  up  the  bouquet  and  venturing  out  towards  the  front  of  the  shop  .  “  what  can  i  getcha  ?  lookin’  for  something  specific  ?  or  do  you  want  some  suggestions  ?  we’ve  got  some  beautiful  chrysanthemums  that  just  came  in  today  .  ”

[madangel19]

so Ive been trying to get into sleep token and the fandom and Im trying to figure out how to distinguish II, III and IV from eachother, could you tell me if Im correct in my findings so far? (if you dont want to thats obviously fine and just disregard the rest of this ask 💀)

so II is the drummer and has a black mask with the Logo on the lower part of the mask in white, including an X over the mouth and some red slashes over the forehead. He also wears the hood a lot.

III is the bassist and has a matching mask with IV. III's mask is majority gold with black detailing across the mouth and vertical slits. With the Logo in white on the forehead area. He usually has his hair out.

IV is the guitarist and has an inverse colour scheme to III's mask. so his is Black with gold detailing across the mouth. he also has the vertical slits and the Logo in white on the forehead area. he also wears the hood a lot.

this correct? if you have any more tips for telling them apart (especially also in previous costumes) and/or about their personalities I would love to hear it (obviously full permission to info dump lmao) but also pls dont feel obligated!! this is only if you want to!!

Thanks for sending this in! I'm happy to help you out some :D

You're pretty much correct, but you're talking about their newer looks. Before they had the individual masks that set them apart, 2-4 had the same black mask that had the logo on it.

Here's some pics of the lads in order :D

iii and iv are sometimes harder to tell apart, but one thing to know is that iii dresses like a fancy lad sometimes (especially with those stripped pants)

And before that, their masks were white with the logo in red

Besides that, you're pretty solid in the way you differentiated the sleepy bois. Back in 2023 is when they changed the masks which makes them easier to tell apart now and I love that. They look fucking sick now. They were always cool, but now they're even cooler with the different masks!

If you want to know anything else about the sleepy bois, then feel free to ask me anything :D

[andreibeloffs]

LOCATION: nothing but flex gym. OPEN TO: anyone! @covestarters​

     Andrei’s morning workout had been a welcome sabbatical since his arrival in Lighthouse Cove. Retirement—the word still tasted bitterly in his throat—had sparked a steady regression into complacency, a feeling that stung him so harshly, he’d nearly felt ashamed. The restless sting that clung to the new arrival’s bones was only satiated when he escaped the luxurious confines of his home, fists drilling the punching bag.

     He mopped away the black locks that clung to his forehead. The sun had just started to peek over the horizon, seagulls bleating against the morning hues. Andrei took a breath, the crisp, salty air hitting the back of his throat. This, he thought, was leagues away from the hustle-and-bustle of Manhattan. Perhaps even he could drink from a glass half full. 

     His bag slung over his back, Andrei crossed the parking lot. Tinted with the arid blue of the morning, he observed a lithe, hooded figure, breaths plumes of rushed urgency as he fiddled with the handle of the car parked next to him. This was of no shock value to Andrei. A life in the city had lended itself to similar circumstances. As he slowed his stride behind the figure, footsteps light despite his hulking physique, he felt a buzz of familiar, welcome adrenaline.

     It was not more than a minute later that the would-be thief staggered away, blood pulsating from his engorged nose. Andrei couldn’t help but let a smile creep onto his face as his gaze followed, and then landed upon the presumed owner of the car. His face dipped back down into placid disinterest, clicking the unlock button on his key fob, “You alright?”

[wickedlehane]

@orumad​ {Spike}

Faith’s jackal knife glinted in the moonlight as she traced her fingertip gently along its curves. She appreciated the lethal shape of the thing- prongs ensuring that the first stab wasn’t the last. The deeper you pushed it, the more places it could cut.

Her leather jacket squeaked softly as she moved her arms, giving a few testing stabs at the cold night air. The Mayor had her on a pick-up assignment, which was unusual, and in fact a general waste of the young Slayer’s increasingly violent energy. Faith hated playing second fiddle to Buffy and her gang, but with Wilkins... Faith was right on top. In the limelight, where someone of her expertise deserved to be.

Well, at least Buffy’s patrols didn’t include looking for a rogue slayer tonight. This was about the safest place for Faith to be, waiting on some ritual scroll that needed to be burnt as a part of the Ascension offering- to be wholly honest, she hadn’t listened to all the details. As open as the Mayor was with her, she figured some things weren’t for her to understand. But slaying? She knew that all too well.

Sheathing the knife at her hip, Faith quietly moved her fingers to the wooden stake in her jacket- for dead people, vampires sure had a way of showing up on her radar quite easily. Her words billowed as steam in the night air. 

“I wouldn’t go sneaking up on a Slayer like that,” she spoke, unsure of the presence she sensed. Faith tensed and looked back over her shoulder, then the other, searching for the fiend that drew her from her reverie.

[fluffyhunnie]

i’ve seen this trending on twitter and thought i’d bring this to tumblr for people who haven’t done this yet or want to find their study buddy!!

my personal flower is an Oak and my perfect study buddy is a Cat-tail Willow

tagging: @sehunlyone @swagmansehun @xiuhunsoo @lotexohsehun @pretty---flowers @94-hun @whenxoxosmilesunshines @iyeolie @b4ekhyuns +anyone else who would love to do this!!!!!!

[zerot0hero]

It was a warm and sunny evening when Hercules left his apartment, he hadn’t really chosen a destination to walk to he was just waiting to see what popped up. As he made his way downtown past the stores and malls he didn’t come across anyone he knew, when he eventually made it to the beach the sun was beginning to set and he sat on the soft sand with a somber expression. He thought he was doing better, that he was getting over Megara’s betrayal, separating his feelings for her and his anger towards Hades. He thought he had it all worked out, he thought he was ready to move on and continue his journey back to Mount Olympus... but every time he found himself about to move forward the thought of leaving Meg and Elias behind crippled him. 

He was confused, how could he still feel this way about someone who leading him to the slaughter house. How could his heart still belong to a woman who had kept the truth from him for so long. How could his body still ache for the touch of her warm hand on his shoulder, or the smell of her perfume in the wind. He was a lovesick fool and it was destroying him, he thought it was becoming more bearable... and then the fashion show happened. All those feelings he was burying came hurdling back up like an unstoppable wave and now he was a mess... there was so many things he wasn’t sure about. So many things he wanted to try and figure out, but yet in the middle of all this processing he found he’d already began to make his way to Meg’s house. 

With a deep breath he tapped three times on the door. Standing there almost shaking he felt 2ft tall-- a clumsy, gullible, wreckage of an immortal standing in front of a goddess. This was the stupidest thing he’d done in years. His voice cracked at first, but he managed to choke out a sentence almost blinded by her beauty. “--Mi--Miss Dimitriou.. -- I’d like to uh.. can we go for a ..walk?” @wontsaymeg​

[knifvd]

                  wine   swirls   itself  in  glass  ,  something  so  INCREDIBLY  mundane  ,  maybe  ,  even  uncharacteristic   :      (    hear  the  voices  of  your  predecessors  ,   sage   .  you're  a  failure  to  the  MONESTARY  .  you're a  failure  to  those  who  accepted  you  when  you  had  no  one  .   and  yet   ,  you  continue  ,  you  CONTINUE  ,  and  live  to  fail  ,  because  at  least  ,  for  once  ,  you're  living  .   not  for  anyone  .   it's  a  small  act  of  selfishness  you'll  indulge  in  .    )    but  doesn't  take  a  SIP  ,  not  yet  .  instead  ,  fiddles  with  the  STEM   ,   gentle  sigh  to  pass  her  LIPS  .  

                (    you'll   let  yourself  indulge  in  this  :   warmth  tinging  your  CHEST  at  hearing  his  voice  ,  even  in  the  colder  air  of  the  night  ,  a  sense  of  familiarity  and  comfort   to  wash  over  you  .   they  think  you  aloof  .  they  think  you  cold  .  and  maybe  you  are  .  you're  supposed  to  be  ,  after  all  ,  mother  hens  still  should  try  their  best  to  keep  their  CHICKS  in  line  ,  can't  do  that  with  no  authority  ,  so  maybe  they  think  you  aloof  .  they  think  you  cold  .  but  you're  not  .  you're  not  .  you  still  bleed  gold  .   )   

            ❛    it  would  be  a  peaceful   night  if  my  agents  were  asleep  at  this  hour   ,   ❜ㅤㅤㅤmirth  lingers  on  her  TONE  ,  but  nothing  near  condescension  ,  more  like  COYNESS  a  MOTHER  would  present  to  their  child  :  like  privy  to  something  he'd  never  truly  understand  .   sage  shuts  the  door  quietly  behind  her  ,  wine  glass  still  ever  so  PRESENT  in  her  left  hand  ,  but  still  makes  NO  move  to  drink  from  it  ,  seems  more  aesthetic  than  anything  ,  but  small  CHAPSTICK  mark  reveals  differently  .  free  hand  to  gently  squeeze  his  shoulder  .       ❛     are  you  alright  ?   are  you  having  doubts  about  the  mission  tomorrow  ?   i  do  not  mind  having  skye  or  FADE  with  us  if  you  are  not  comfortable  .    ❜          (      call   yourself  aloof  all  you  want  sage  ,  the  concern  still  bleeds  into  your  tone  like  poorly  made  marker  on  printer  paper  .    )

@knifvd ( SAGE )

though most days he finds peace in the monotony of routine, the windowless rooms of HQ can leave sova pacing like a locked animal. sleepless nights are often only remedied by the open sky, and though the volcano island bears no resemblance to the tundras of his homeland, the map of stars feels reassuring enough for him to find some calm.

the helipad offers no railing to lean onto except that of the entrance down into base, so sova has his back towards the staircase as he is stood looking out into the night. to call his mind blank would be a lie, but he can't focus enough to grasp at a single thought, either. he is distracted from the static when a sliver of light falls to his feet as the door downstairs is opened.

“ good evening, ” he says to the footsteps, so whoever is coming up may not be startled to find him here if they don't expect to. “ or perhaps i should wish a peaceful night instead? ”

[paaperboats]

@coluberfoxii​

Everything was as she remembered it here; well, from that large change the world went through, at least. The last things she had seen, the last people she had interacted with-- slowly, they seemed to be falling into place again, as if nothing had even changed in her absence. In a way, Red felt as though it was comforting; though her heart longed for Cloudbank, at least she could maneuver her way around here without being completely hopeless. 

Still.. as she walked the streets of Spirale, eyes wandering from face to face, she couldn’t help but remember her very first day in that other place. How lost she and the Transistor had been, how he called out into a crowd of strangers for help--  and how only one person had bothered to reach out to help them. How he went out of his way to show them the city, to even take them to their apartment; and how after that day, he became one of the most important people in both of their lives.

Where was he now? Why couldn’t she see him in that crowd anymore?

[ .. hey. You alright? ] the male voice from the Transistor suddenly spoke up, pulling Red out of her memories. All she could do was sigh in response, stopping her trek to pull her blade up towards her chest. There were so many thoughts in her mind she wanted to release; her frustration, her sorrow.. and how she missed the friends they once had here. As if he could read her mind, the Transistor sighed in return before allowing himself to speak again. 

[ Thinkin’ about the last time we were here, huh. ] the woman nodded in response, locks of her hair covering her eyes for just a moment. [ Listen, we.. we don’t know what happened after we left. Maybe someone we know is still here, or maybe they went home. If they did, well.. that’s a good thing, right? This place, Cloudbank.. they’re not the best places to be in, but maybe their homes are better than ours. ]

Red knew that was true; in the end, everyone’s goal here was to return to where they came from.. if Snake wasn’t here anymore, she should’ve been happy. She should have been, and yet..

[ .. wait a-- Red, isn’t that-- ? ]

As soon as her blade spoke, blue eyes suddenly lifted from their previous place; widening as she spotted that familiar silhouette, walking only feet away from her. Before she could even give herself a chance to think, the woman began to rush towards him; her hand reaching out, stretching further--

[ Snake! Wait, Snake! ]

-- until it grabbed onto his own. With her chest heaving, still holding the Transistor close to her, hope filled her expression; unable to contain the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She couldn’t call out to him, she couldn’t express how happy she was to see him again-- but if it was him, Red knew the moment he looked at her.. he would know everything she wanted to say.

[ Snake, is that.. do you.. remember us? ]

[eyeless-smiles]

Tracking a Titan (Closed RP)

It had taken quite a bit of searching to pinpoint the Man of Steel. He was clearly a man that did not wish to be found outside of his suited heroic antics.

But the Nightmare is nothing if not persistent. And tracking is his forte.

It was the eyes of a handsome young intern at the Daily Planet that finally led him to the end of his search.

Standing outside of the building, The Corinthian stares up at the gaudy golden planet that adorns the tip of the building.

"Tasteful."

Entering the building was easy, using the intern's ID. It was scouring the floors for his target that was going to be a pain.

But he needn't have worried, because the second he stepped out of the elevator an aura hit him like a brick wall.

It was unlike anything he had ever sensed before. And he could tell exactly where- or who - it was coming from.

The Nightmare walks between desks, where journalists are feverishly yapping over each other to gather information on their next story.

But Corinthian pays them no attention. His gaze is locked solely on a handsome dark haired man wearing thick rimmed glasses and sitting at a desk. He radiates with unnatural power. It hangs so thick in the air that Corinthian can almost taste it.

The Nightmare walks right up to him, resting a hand on the privacy screen of his desk and leaning down slightly to get a look at the name plate plastered across it.

"Clark Kent, huh?" A slight chuckle emanates from his chest.

A journalist.

"I had imagined you would have a more...exciting day job."

@americanasitgets

[rightreflection]

rainfect

She shouldn’t do this. Anyone over the age of five knows that it’s wrong to shove a stranger. It’s even worse if you intentionally shove them into the glistening water of the lake that said stranger is leaning forward to admire in all of it’s glory. It’s not like she hates the girl who is doing nothing aside from minding her own business-- if anything, Rin thinks she’s cute, her pink hair reminding the android of Luka whom she had always been rather fond of. Unfortunately, the stranger just so happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The logical sign of the blonde knows that this would be a mistake. There are too many bad possibilities that could arise from this little stunt. But the mischievous side of her is the one that always comes out on top and Rin realizes that if she’s going to go through with this then she only has a small window of time remaining to get it done before the stranger moves along with their day. 

The adrenaline that is suddenly coursing through her veins is what finally motivates the blonde to spring into action. Before she’s even aware of it, she is already racing forward, palms splayed out in front of her so that they can make instant contact with the other girl’s back as soon as the android gets close enough. It won’t take much strength at all, not with the steady momentum that she is picking up as she draws nearer and nearer. A peal of laughter escapes past her lips at the mental image she’s conjured of what this other girl’s expression will look like once they belly-flop into the cold lake below. 

This carefree feeling makes the android nostalgic and it almost feels as if she is back at home; safe and surrounded by the people who love her. But just as she comes within arms’ length of her target the stranger unexpectedly steps to the side and directly out of harms way. The blonde attempts to come to a stop but it proves to be impossible and suddenly she is the one that goes toppling into the water in a shrieking blur of flailing limbs. 

She really shouldn’t have done this.

Once she emerges from the water-- face a brilliant shade of red either from embarrassment or the sting of the water, she isn’t sure-- she thrusts her hand up, fingers wiggling expectantly. “Don’t just stand there and stare at me! Help me get out already...!”

[cruelsummerhrry]

A/n: after listening to a playlist inspired by this trope, I finally popped an idea out of my empty brain. Here is cheater!h. Please send in some asks for this trope because Im genuinely lost 🤧😭.

Playlist

This.

Cw: cheating, age gap (23 (f) 33 (m)), angst?

Harry's marriage is as good as dead. Absolutely and totally loveless. Not a spark of passion. They are only together out of obligation.

For all those reasons, that's why he is unfaithful.

Harry met y/n six months ago at a her sister's wedding. He was away from his distant wife, at an destination wedding, and desperate for something new, then y/n appears.

Y/n, a fresh graduate, twenty-three, and the most gorgeous woman Harry has ever seen. He was and is obsessed with her.

He was shitfaced when she approached him to say hello, but he made his move (the wedding band still on his finger and all). But with the help of God, she still talked to him and they made plans to meet the next day for brunch.

They seemed like a perfect match. Both adoring of the soft rock music genre, in love with reading, and hopeless romantics, they fell into conversation easily. For the next three days of their trip, they were attached by the hip. Need y/n? She's with harry, and vise versa.

Soon enough they had to go back to their homes in LA. With the trip being over, most assumed the small friendship the two would slowly drift away, but that was further from the truth. If anything, they grew closer together.

Practically, every moment not at work they were together, and they both wanted more than they were getting from a simple friendship. A few weeks after the wedding trip ended, they were officially dating.

Y/n wasn't innocent in this relationship in anyway shape or form. She knew damn well her boyfriend was married, but she was in deep. Harry makes her feel things she's never felt before. He brings her joy, comfort, security and she can't give that up if she wanted to, She would go as far as to say she loves him.

Since the beginning of the relationship, she has been trying to justify it. Not even to other people, but to herself.

"He's going to leave her soon."

"They don't have kids, so it's not as bad."

"She doesn't treat him right."

"Their marriage is over, they just haven't signed the papers."

On and on the excuses go. You can't convince her what she's doing is adultery, to her it's just unconventional love.

The kicker is that they haven't even had sex yet. Y/n is a virgin and she wants Harry to change that. Never in her life has she been so compelled to give all of her to a person. But she also didn't think she would be a homewrecker. Things have changed. They have done some things that have all been new to y/n, but mainly it's heavy petting.

Y/n is ready to give her all to harry, but would he do the same?

They are laying down in y/n's bed, half naked waking up to the morning sun. Harry told his wife he was going on a business trip for a week so he can stay with y/n for an extended amount of time. Cuddling face towards the other, smiling at the closeness. Completely content with each other's presences.

She brings her forhead to Harry's and whispers, "are you even real?"

A/n: DONT FORGET TO REBLOG!! Also pls send in request I'm desperate.

[cyborg-franky]

One Night Stand match up 💙

-Pronouns - she/her

-Body - female

-Male match up pls!

- Age - 21

- Age gaps dont bother me >:3

- Dealers choice!

- Happy Ending

- I am an introvert! I like to listen rather than talk, and I dislike when people play hard to get. My hobbies are music (im a cellist), baking, and reading. I like collectinf perfumes and comics/figures

- No specific physical traits

-5 kinks - cockwarming, size kink, praise, dacryphilia, food kink

- Hard nopes - watersports, spitting, choking

-the safe word is pineapple 🍍

You get matched up with Roger!

- He liked to talk and you liked to listen it was a good match.

- His positive vibes were something that drew you to him.

- Your captain was just fun and nice to be around

- You both had a lot to drink and just gravitated towards one another.

---

And that’s how you ended up riding your captain’s cock, you’d been perched on his lap with his erection nestled deep in your cunt for what seemed like hours when in fact it had only been a few minutes, the way he teased you made it seem like a never-ending torture.

You moaned like a cat in heat every time your captain bucked his hips, you’d never have expected Roger to be the type that could exercise patients like this, it was a nice surprise you thought to yourself as you mewled at another roll of his hips.

Your hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you tried to cope with the sheer size of the man. You felt small on his lap, safe and happy knowing the larger man was being gentle with you but you wanted more, the smirk on his face with each teasing movement told you he was having a lot of fun with you.

“You’re taking me so well, such a good girl for your captain” You felt him whisper in your ear, his facial hair tickled the side of your face. His hands gripped your hips, you could feel where his fingers left indents in your plush flesh.

“Ah please captain!” You begged, you couldn’t move, you wanted to ride his cock, but he held you firmly in place, letting himself fill you up entirely.

“Begging sounds nice coming from you” He chuckled and lifted your hips, he managed to lift you almost all the way off his cock before dropping you back down, his cock hit the right place when you landed fully seated once more, pussy clenching around his member.

“A..again please!”

He did as he was asked, loving the sounds coming from you, how your begging tumbled out your lips like a prayer, all for him. He was eating it up, moving your hips for you, making you ride his large member, you felt stuffed, so utterly full and loving every moment of it.

Roger started to speed up as did your cries for him, your words becoming nonsensical as you gripped the older man’s shoulders, begging once more, all broken words and cries of delight as he obliged and started to use you.

It wasn’t long before you felt the coil tighten, embarrassingly wound up from being made to sit on his member for so long without getting to move. You were so tightly wound, the hand that moved from your hip to rub at your bundle of nerves was the final straw.

“Wow you talk a lot when you’re riding a cock huh? That’s it beautiful, cum for me” Roger praised you as you started to move your hips, desperate and out of sync, your climax rushing to meet you as you called his name once more.

“That’s my girl” he praised when your pussy clamped down on him, how you’d cum for the pirate captain, panting and falling against his chest.

“Now it’s my turn..”