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godgavemenoname · 1 year ago
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as a younger alter i relate to claudia iwtv x_x'
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allgoodnamesrgoneee · 10 months ago
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i love your virgil smut so much, dominant and size kink 😫😫 wondering if you could write the one that is similar for jude too please ❤
I know this one took me forever to upload but I had to make sure it was perfect for you guys. After 3 rewrites, I present to you...
After Hours
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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — the one where you are his only desire.
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Jude Bellingham x you
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 10.5k.
Warnings! FLUFF! He's down badddd, NSFW! SMUT (18+), size kink, protected vaginal sex (stay safe), oral sex (f receiving), hot sex, multiple orgasms, dom!Jude, sub!reader.
The Penthouse was alive with energy. Trent's birthday had drawn out the kind of crowd that made it impossible to move without brushing shoulders with someone.
Laughter spills over the booming bass of the music, blending with the distinct smell of alcohol and food wafting throughout the house. A mix of conversations buzz in every corner of the house—loud, overlapping, and relentless.
Jude leans against the far wall of the living room, eyes half-lidded as he sips from a drink he barely cares for. He wasn’t really a fan of these gatherings; too many people, too much noise. But Trent was a friend, and bailing wasn't an option.
At least not yet.
He was giving the party until midnight before making his excuses and heading out. It's 11:57. Almost there.
His gaze flickers to the clock mounted over the TV, then around the room at the partygoers. He spots Trent across the room, laughing and hugging a group of people, and smiles. He's happy his friend is having a good time.
He checks his watch again, making a silent vow to himself to stay put for at least two more minutes. He exhales quietly, thinking of how easy it would be to slip out unnoticed. He's already halfway to deciding on an exit strategy when something—someone—catches his attention.
There you are.
Standing on your tiptoes, trying—and failing—to grab something from the top shelf in the kitchen. Your brows furrow in concentration, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you stretch as far as your short frame would allow, but it's no use.
The cup remains tantalizingly out of reach, and it looks like you'd been at it for a while, silently battling the shelf like it was some kind of cruel joke.
Amused, Jude can't help the smirk tugging at his lips. The scene is oddly endearing.
His gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a moment on your curvy figure before he sets his drink down, the thought of leaving slipping from his mind. His legs move before he can stop himself, carrying him across the room with an easy stride. It takes him a second to cross the living room, dodging a couple of people on his way before finally reaching the kitchen.
Jude pauses just behind you, his height towering over your small frame. You don't notice him at first, too focused on your mission to retrieve the elusive cup.
A grin plays at the corner of his mouth as he reaches up with ease, his long arm grabbing the cup that had been giving you such a hard time.
You finally notice him, head snapping around, eyes widening as you take in his presence. You're flushed, whether from the exertion or embarrassment, Jude isn't sure, but the sight made something warm bubble up in his chest.
“Need a hand?” His voice is low, teasing, his smirk not fading.
You blink at him, brows furrowing slightly before a small, sheepish smile pulls at your lips. "That obvious, huh?" you mutter, voice soft but laced with a hint of humor. Your cheeks are a little pink, but you don't seem angry, just mildly exasperated.
Jude raises an eyebrow, his smirk still firmly in place. “I don’t know, you were getting pretty close. Maybe another few inches and you would've nailed it.”
You roll your eyes at him, embarrassment fading into something lighter. “Oh, shut up. Are you going to give me the cup, or are you just here to gloat?”
He chuckles, lowering the cup to your level. “Maybe a bit of both.”
You snatch it from his hand with a dramatic sigh, but the small smile you wear tells him you aren’t really upset. “Thanks... I guess,” you say, tone playfully begrudging. You set the cup down and turn to him, raising your eyes to his face.
There's a pause between you both as you take him in. He can see it, the way your gaze drags down his chest, over his arms, and back up again. His body responds to the attention, a spark of attraction lighting up inside him as he watches you study him.
He likes that. The way you look at him like that. He wants to see it again.
“So...” he says, interrupting your stare. “What's the occasion?” His eyes flick to the cup on the counter. “Late night tea party for one? I didn't know those were a thing.” He's not sure why he says it, maybe just to keep the light banter going. It feels like he should say something.
He watches you raise an eyebrow at him, the corner of your lips curling into an amused smile. “I needed a drink. Thought it was better than bothering the bartender.” You shrug, picking up the cup and sauntering over to the fridge. He follows you with his eyes, taking in the sway of your hips, his heart rate picking up a little as he thinks of how much fun he could have with your curvy little body.
“I can make one for you if you want,” Jude offers, his voice still teasing, but there’s a new edge to it, something more playful, maybe even flirtatious. He leans against the kitchen counter, eyes following your movements as you reach into the fridge, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
You glance back over your shoulder at him, eyebrows raised in mild surprise. "You? Make a drink?" you ask, amusement dripping from your tone.
He chuckles softly, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ve been known to make a decent one or two. What are you in the mood for?”
You pause at the fridge, considering his offer for a moment before shutting the door without grabbing anything. Turning to face him, you lean back against the counter, mirroring his stance. “Surprise me.”
Jude grins, pushing off the counter as he steps closer, now standing directly in front of you. The space between you narrows, not quite enough to be uncomfortable, but just enough for the tension to feel palpable. He reaches up to grab a couple of bottles from the liquor cabinet above the sink, and you watch him with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
“So, do you always rescue people from their beverage-related dilemmas?” you ask, your tone light and teasing, though you can’t help but admire the ease with which he moves. There’s something effortless about him.
Jude smirks, eyes flicking to yours as he pours the first drink. “Only when they look as helpless as you did.”
You gasp, feigning offense, and lightly swat his arm. “I wasn’t helpless! I was just… strategically challenged.”
He laughs, the sound low and warm, and for a moment, it drowns out the rest of the party’s noise. “Right. My mistake,” he says, handing you the drink with a smirk that makes it clear he’s not sorry at all.
You take the glass from his hand, your fingers brushing against his for a brief moment, and you feel the electric tingle of the contact. It’s subtle but undeniable, and you wonder if he felt it too.
“Thanks,” you say, bringing the glass to your lips. You take a sip, the cool liquid soothing as it slides down your throat. You meet his gaze over the rim of the cup, noting the way his eyes seem to darken slightly as they lock onto yours.
“No problem,” he replies, voice quieter now, almost intimate despite the noise surrounding you. His eyes don’t leave yours, and for a brief second, it feels like the rest of the party has faded into the background, leaving just the two of you standing there, locked in this moment.
The drink is strong, but surprisingly good. You raise your eyebrows, impressed despite yourself.
“Well?” he asks, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter with a smug expression. “Do I pass?”
You roll your eyes but can’t suppress the smile that tugs at your lips. “Okay, fine. I’ll give you that one. It’s decent.”
"Decent, huh?" Jude’s grin widens, a flicker of something playful lighting up his face. "I'll take that as high praise."
You shake your head, laughing softly as the tension between you both begins to shift into something easier, more comfortable. “I didn’t mean that as praise,” you tease, taking another sip from your drink.
He chuckles at the light jab, the sound rumbling from his chest. “Of course not.” Jude glances at his watch, raising his brows slightly as he notices how late it is.
He hadn’t planned to stay for long, but he was having too much fun chatting with you to leave right now. It wasn’t like him to enjoy a conversation so much, especially at a party like this. There was something about you that drew him in, made him want to stay and learn more about you.
“Are you leaving?” you ask, seeming to notice his attention on his watch.
He raises his gaze to meet yours, blinking. He shrugs, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. “Was just about to leave, actually.”
Your smile falters slightly, just for a second. “Already? But the party’s just getting started.”
“Not really my scene,” Jude admits, glancing back toward the crowded living room.
You nod, gaze flicking back to the drink in your hand as you swirl it absentmindedly. “Well, glad you did. Otherwise, I’d probably still be standing here, struggling for that cup like a fool.”
His eyes glimmer with amusement. “It wasn’t that bad.”
You roll your eyes playfully. “Oh, come on. You were laughing at me.”
“Not laughing,” he corrects, a teasing edge to his voice. “Just…observing.”
His gaze flicks to yours, lips twitching with a grin. You arch an eyebrow at the response, but the playful teasing has you smiling again.
“So,” Jude says, suddenly changing the topic. “How do you know Trent?”
“He’s my sister's boyfriend” you reply, “You?”
“Wait! You're Y/N?” He blinks at you, realization dawning as he takes in the information. “Right. I should’ve made the connection earlier.” He laughs softly at himself, shaking his head.
You look exactly like your sister, with people sometimes mistaking you for twins. Your height was the only way for people to distinguish you sometimes. With her being 5'5 and you being 5'2.
You smile at his confusion, seeming amused by his reaction. “Yeah, that’s me. How do you know her?”
“Trent brought her to my New Year's party.”
“Oh, yeah...” You frown at him, as though remembering something. “You’re Jude, right? I think my sister has mentioned you a few times.”
He smirks at the memory, feeling something warm in his chest at the mention of your sister talking to you about him. “That’s me.”
A small silence falls between you both, the tension growing less easy now, but not quite uncomfortable. He thinks of something to say, but before he can open his mouth, you beat him to it.
“Do you want to step outside with me for a minute?” you ask, already setting your drink down on the counter.
He blinks, slightly taken aback by the sudden shift in topic. He was about to ask you to grab another drink with him when you mentioned going outside.
“Sure,” he replies finally, picking his drink up from the counter. “Lead the way.” He follows you through the crowded house, almost losing you a couple of times as you seem to disappear into the crowd. Damn, you're short.
The balcony is quieter than the inside, a couple smoking in the corner, but otherwise, it's fairly empty. The sounds of the party are muted now, a muffled background noise. The cold air feels like a welcome relief after the heat of the crowded living room.
“Nice out here,” he says as you sit down at a lounge, nodding to the empty spot next to you as he lowers himself onto it.
You smile, settling into your seat as you pull your jacket a little tighter against the chill. "Yeah, it's nice to get some air. Gets a bit suffocating in there."
Jude nods, glancing back toward the house where the sounds of the party still hum faintly through the walls. He’s relieved to be out here, away from the chaos, but more than that, he's glad you're here too. Conversation feels... easy with you, even though you've only known each other for a few minutes.
"So, you do this often?" he asks, leaning back in the seat, watching the way you absentmindedly twirl a strand of hair between your fingers.
You raise an eyebrow at him. "What, escape to the balcony?"
"No, I meant..." He gestures vaguely with his drink, smirking a little. "Come to these kinds of parties."
You laugh, the sound light and genuine. "Not really. Trent's parties are... something, but my sister drags me along sometimes. I think she feels bad leaving me home alone." You roll your eyes, but there's no real annoyance in your tone, just affection.
Jude studies you for a moment, noticing the way your expression softens when you talk about your sister. There's a warmth in your eyes that he hadn't seen earlier, and it makes him curious, wishing you would look at him like that.
"Seems like she cares about you," he says, tone a little softer now.
You shrug, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, she does. It's kind of nice, even if I act like it's annoying sometimes."
Jude nods, thinking about his own brother for a moment before turning the conversation back to you. "So, what do you do when you're not at parties you don't really want to be at?"
You snort softly, bringing your knees up to rest your feet on the edge of the lounge. "Oh, you know, just saving the world, one cup at a time."
He chuckles at your sarcasm, but there's a twinkle of genuine amusement in his eyes as he leans forward slightly. "Seriously though."
"Okay, okay," you relent, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "I'm a med student, so I guess you could say I'm learning how to save lives."
Jude's eyebrows lift, impressed. "Wow, that's... intense."
You shrug, though there's a flicker of pride in your expression. "It is, but I love it. Always wanted to be a doctor."
"That's cool," he replies, leaning back again. "I bet you're great at it."
You glance at him, something in his tone catching your attention. He sounded sincere, not like the typical empty flattery you sometimes got. It makes you smile.
A comfortable silence settles between you both as you sip your drinks, the night air crisp but not too cold.
Jude watches you for a moment, noting the way the moonlight casts a soft glow on your face, making your eyes seem brighter in the darkness. There’s something calming about being out here with you, something grounding. It’s not what he expected when he first spotted you struggling with that cup, but now that you’re here, he’s not in any rush to leave.
“You know,” he starts, his voice low but warm, “this isn’t a bad way to spend the night after all.”
You glance over at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, I guess it’s not.” You pause, meeting his gaze. “I’m glad you didn’t bail at midnight.”
Jude grins, feeling that familiar warmth bloom in his chest again. "Me too." He leans forward, resting his arm on the back of the lounge chair. "I mean, it would have been a bummer to leave right when I'm just getting to know a woman this beautiful." He smiles softly, his eyes sparkling in the faint light.
You flush, dropping your gaze to your drink as you fidget with the glass. “Um... thanks, I guess.” Your cheeks are hot, but you can't help the flutter in your chest at his words.
Jude notices your blush though, and it brings a smirk to his lips. He enjoys the way you fumble with your drink, clearly nervous at the compliment. He leans back again, sipping his drink quietly for a moment before looking over at you.
"You’re cute," he says, voice dropping down into something softer, lower, more intimate. “Especially when you're embarrassed.”
The flush deepens as you look away, your eyes skipping to the floor. "I'm not embarrassed," you say, but the fact that you're avoiding looking at him says otherwise.
"Sure you’re not," he replies with a chuckle, leaning forward again.
You fidget in your seat, eyes still down. Your cheeks burn, and you’re glad for the dim lighting out here that hopefully hides it. "Stop it," you mutter, but there's a hint of laughter in your voice.
Jude laughs softly, reaching out and sliding his hand into yours. His hand is warm, calloused, bigger than yours, and his fingers wrap easily around yours. "Can't help it," he says, squeezing your hand lightly. "You're too cute."
You swallow, mouth suddenly dry as your eyes dart to his hand in yours. He's holding it loosely, not gripping it tightly, but it's enough to feel possessive somehow, enough to make your heart race and your cheeks flush with heat. You can’t remember the last time someone touched you like this, let alone with such intention.
Your gaze snaps to Jude's, eyes wide and slightly nervous. His eyes are darker now, pupils dilated, his mouth curved in a low, satisfied smile. His thumb presses into the center of your palm, the pressure soft, light, sending goosebumps down your arm.
You swallow again, trying to form words, but coming up with nothing. The air between you feels heavy suddenly, thick with heat and tension, your heart pounding in your ears. You glance back at the house, wondering if anyone can see, if anyone notices, but the windows are empty, the party still going strong inside.
Jude chuckles, low and soft. "You good?" he asks, voice dropping into something lower, husky.
You swallow hard again. Your eyes dart back to his, finding his still locked on yours, his gaze intense.
"Yeah, I'm good," you finally manage to get out, though your voice comes out barely above a whisper.
Jude's smile widens, and he shifts closer, your thighs now touching. "Good." His hand tightens a little around yours, squeezing lightly. "Good," he repeats, his voice dipping into something even softer, more intimate before placing his now empty glass on a nearby table along with yours.
His eyes are still locked on yours, and the way he's watching you, it feels like he's looking right through the layers you’ve carefully built up. It makes you feel exposed, vulnerable, but not in a way that’s uncomfortable. In a way that feels… thrilling.
You bite your lip, the warmth of his hand grounding you even as your pulse races. There’s a tension now, something thick in the air that wasn’t there before. It crackles between you, electric, and you don’t know whether to pull away or lean into it.
"Jude…" you start, but your voice trails off. You’re not sure what you’re trying to say. You can’t even think straight.
He tilts his head, watching you carefully. "Yeah?"
You swallow, forcing yourself to hold his gaze, though your stomach twists in nervous anticipation. There’s a strange, fluttery feeling in your chest, like you’re standing at the edge of something new, something you can’t quite name. "What are we doing here?"
He smirks, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand in a slow, deliberate motion. "Just talking," he says, but the way he says it, the way his eyes darken, suggests that there’s a lot more simmering beneath the surface.
You laugh softly, a little breathless. "Is that what this is?"
His grin widens, and for a moment, he doesn’t respond. He just watches you, studying the way you shift nervously in your seat, the way your lip trembles slightly as you bite it. Finally, he leans in a little closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "What do you want it to be?"
Your breath catches in your throat, and for a long moment, you don’t say anything. You can feel the weight of the question hanging between you, his gaze heavy with something you can’t quite place. Something that makes your skin tingle, makes your heart beat faster.
"Jude..." you start again, but again, your voice dies off.
His grin softens. "Yeah?" His hand squeezes yours lightly, his fingers brushing over your wrist as his eyes dart to your mouth.
You feel your cheeks heat all over again, and there's a sudden ache between your legs that you can’t ignore. You fidget, trying not to think about it, trying to focus on the conversation instead. “This is a little... intense, isn't it?"
He chuckles softly, leaning in even closer, his lips just inches from yours now. "It doesn't have to be." His voice drops to a whisper as he looks at you. "I promise. Whatever you want."
For a moment, you don’t speak. You just look at him.
The dim light casts gentle shadows across his face—strong jawline, high cheekbones, and a slightly crooked smile that adds a touch of roguish charm to his otherwise serene expression. His lips are full, inviting. And his eyes. Oh, how beautiful they are. There’s a way he looks at you that makes you feel like the only person in the world. You want to stare into them forever.
He's beautiful.
Slowly, you reach out with your free hand, wrapping it around the back of his neck to pull him closer. Close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your mouth. Smell the subtle scent of his cologne—a hint of something warm and musky, with a touch of something fresh—mingling with the crisp night air.
Jude lets out a low exhale as he leans in the last few inches to meet you, pressing his lips softly against yours. They're warm and firm, gentle as they slide against yours, teasing a little with each movement. He doesn't rush it, just lets the kiss play out slowly as his hand squeezes around yours, pulling you closer.
You sigh against his mouth as he slides his tongue over your lower lip, a low noise of pleasure slipping from your throat. He groans softly at the sound, his hand shifting from yours to wrap around your side and pull you into his lap, your legs falling to either side of him on the lounge chair. You go willingly, letting him slide his arms around you, feeling him against you now.
Jude breaks the kiss after a moment, leaning back to look at you. "You taste good," he murmurs, his voice rougher now, deeper, his words sending heat flooding through you.
You flush, your cheeks warming again as your eyes drop to his mouth. "You too," you reply, barely above a whisper.
He hums softly, his fingers trailing along your side to brush against your waist. Your breath hitches at the light touch, and his hand moves again, his palm sliding down over your hips. "So fucking soft," he mutters, a smile playing on his lips. "I want to feel every inch of you."
A shiver runs through you at his words, desire burning inside of you at the promise in his voice. "Do it," you whisper, leaning in again to brush your mouth over his.
He groans, his hand pulling your crotch down to meet his. Jude's arms tighten around you, and you feel the hard length of him pressing against your core. You gasp against his mouth at the feel, your hips twitching slightly as he pushes you tighter against him. You both moan softly, your fingers tightening around the back of his head as you grind against him.
Jude pulls back with a chuckle, looking at you through his lashes. "Fuck, baby. You're going to kill me." He leans in again, pressing his mouth to yours as his hands slide underneath your skirt to cup your ass. He kneads your flesh gently, his hands rough against your skin as he squeezes. "Fuck. I knew you'd feel this good." He groans low in his throat, his tongue sliding over your lips once more.
You whimper into his mouth, heat burning in your lower belly as you rock against him. You're wet already, his touches, his words lighting you on fire. His hand shifts, one still cupping your ass as
the other slides between you to press against your clit through your panties.
A choked moan escapes you as you grind into his hand, your hips twisting against him. "Please," you breathe, breaking away from his kiss to lean against his shoulder. "Jude. Please." Your nails dig into his back at the pressure of his fingers through your underwear, his thumb sliding over your clit with each movement of your hips.
Jude lets out a harsh breath, his mouth running along your neck as his hands tighten around you. "God, baby," he groans. "I can't. There's too many people." He nips at your throat, his teeth sliding gently over your skin. "I don't want to share you. Not for one fucking second."
You cry out softly at his words, your hips bucking against his hand. "But I want you," you murmur, rolling your hips into his touch, your teeth sinking into his shoulder.
Jude's hands pull away from you, one cupping your jaw as you lean back against his arm, panting. "Look at me," he rasps, his eyes dark as they meet yours. "There's no way we're going to be able to do this right here." He trails his hand over your breasts, cupping them gently as he murmurs. "I need you too fucking bad, and there's not a chance in hell that I'm going to get you out of your pants before someone realizes what the fuck is going on."
He groans, leaning in to brush his lips over yours. "Come back to my place," he whispers against your mouth, his hand slipping over your hip once more. "Let me take care of you."
You flush at his words, his touch sending fire shooting through you. Your hand wraps around his arm, fingers digging into his skin. "Okay," you agree, your voice barely above a whisper, your eyes slipping closed.
"Jesus," Jude breathes out, pulling you against his chest as he leans his mouth against your forehead. "If I take you home like this," he says, his voice low in your ear, "I'm not going to let you leave my bed for the rest of the night."
You bite your lip, swallowing back a whimper. "That sounds good," you breathe out, heat flooding your body at his words.
Jude’s breath shudders against your forehead. The night air feels colder now, a stark contrast to the heat coursing through your veins. You can’t help but shiver slightly, but it’s not from the cold.
“Let’s go,” he murmurs, his voice low and urgent as he starts to stand, lifting you with him. His grip on you is firm but gentle, as if afraid you might disappear if he holds too tightly. You smile a little at the thought, letting him guide you back inside.
As you walk, his hand slides to your lower back, his arm still wrapped around you. Your smile deepens, and your breath hitches, catching in your throat as you notice the way he’s staring down at you. “What?” you ask, a giggle bubbling up in your throat.
He smiles, shaking his head. “Nothing,” he replies voice barely heard over the music. “I just like looking at you.”
You blush, biting your lip as you turn your gaze. A few of his friends glance at you, their gazes flicking to Jude’s hand wrapped around you before they turn back to their conversation.
He guides you through the crowd, his hand never leaving the small of your back, making sure you’re close to him. He stops by a group of friends, his mouth moving as he talks to them, but you don’t hear his words. You’re too busy looking up at him, taking in the hard planes of his face, the way his eyes flicker between you and his friends.
You don’t notice when he pulls out his phone, a smile on his lips as he types something out quickly. He slips it into his pocket, turning to wrap his arm back around you. His eyes flicker over your face, a grin playing on his lips as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “My driver is here,” he says softly. “Want to go?”
You nod quickly, heat burning inside of you. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling you through the crowd again as you make your way to the door.
Jude holds your hand as he opens the door, stepping back to let you exit first. You do, walking out of Trent's penthouse and into the cool night air. The Porsche is parked at the curb, its doors already open as you step out. A driver stands next to it, his hands clasped in front of him as he waits.
You get in first, feeling like royalty as you slide into the smooth leather seats. The door closes behind you, and Jude slides in beside you. You catch a glimpse of his smile as he slides his arm around you, pulling your legs over his lap as he leans against you.
The car glides smoothly from the curb, heading down the highway toward the city. You lean back against the seat, feeling Jude's hand slide up your leg, his fingertips ghosting under the hem of your skirt. You turn to face him, grinning as you play with the collar of his shirt.
His eyes flick to your hand, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips as you tease the fabric. "What are you thinking?" Jude murmurs, his voice thick with that same low, gravelly tone that sends shivers down your spine.
You shrug, feigning innocence. "Just wondering if you always wear shirts this nice," you tease, brushing your fingertips against the fabric again, trailing lightly along the edge of his collar.
Jude chuckles, low and deep, leaning his head back against the seat as his fingers slide further up your thigh, sending a wave of heat crashing through you.
Your breath catches, and you can't help the way your body reacts to his touch. The closeness, the heat, the tension—all of it coils tight inside of you like a spring wound too tight, waiting to snap. You glance down, watching his hand inch further beneath the fabric of your skirt, teasing but never fully satisfying.
The city lights outside blur as the car speeds down the highway, a soft hum filling the silence between you. The world seems distant, fading away as you lose yourself in the moment, in him. Jude’s hand pauses, resting just at the top of your thigh, his thumb brushing back and forth lazily over your skin. It’s torture, slow and deliberate, making your body crave more.
"You have no idea what you’re in for, baby," he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
You grin, the anticipation coiling tighter in your belly as you press your mouth to his jaw, kissing along the sharp line there, tasting the faint hint of cologne on his skin. Jude’s hand shifts, sliding up to rest on your lower back, his fingers splayed wide as he presses you closer against him. His breath is ragged, his pulse quick under your lips, and you know he’s as affected by this as you are.
The car slows to a stop, and you glance out the window to see the entrance to a sleek high-rise building, all glass and steel, gleaming under the night sky. Jude doesn’t waste a second. He slides out of the car, his hand still gripping yours as he helps you out, pulling you close as he leads you toward the entrance.
The moment you step inside the building, the atmosphere shifts—quiet, intimate. The lobby is dimly lit, modern, and elegant, with polished floors and soft lighting. You barely register any of it, too focused on the way Jude’s fingers are laced with yours, the heat of his hand grounding you in the moment.
An elevator door opens, and Jude pulls you inside, pressing you up against the mirrored wall the second the doors close. His mouth is on yours in an instant, the kiss hot and urgent, all of the restraint from earlier gone in a flash. You gasp against his lips, your hands tangling in his hair as you kiss him back just as fiercely, your body arching into his.
His hands are everywhere—on your waist, sliding up your back, gripping your hips. He groans into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you, making you weak at the knees. "I’ve been waiting all night for this," he murmurs between kisses, his voice low and full of need.
You pull back just enough to look at him, your breaths coming fast, your heart pounding in your chest. "So have me," you whisper, your voice breathless, your fingers tugging at the collar of his shirt.
Jude's eyes darken, his grip on you tightening as the elevator dings softly, signaling that you've reached his floor. He doesn't say another word. Instead, he grabs your hand again, pulling you down the hall toward his apartment, his pace quick and purposeful. Your pulse quickens with every step, the anticipation thrumming through your veins.
The door to his apartment swings open, and before you can even take in your surroundings, Jude pulls you inside, his hands already sliding under your jacket, pushing it off your shoulders as he backs you up against the nearest wall.
His mouth crashes down on yours again, the kiss rough and demanding, full of the same need that's been building inside you all night.
You arch against him, your arms looping around his neck as you pull him closer, kissing him back with just as much passion. His hands slide down your sides, gripping your waist tight as he presses you harder into the wall, his hips grinding against yours.
You can feel the hard length of him through his jeans, his cock straining against the fabric, sending a jolt of arousal through you. A whimper slips from your lips, and Jude growls low in his throat, his teeth grazing your jaw, your throat, making your skin prickle with goosebumps.
"Fuck," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "You're so fucking sexy." His hands shift, sliding up under your skirt to grip your ass, his fingers kneading the flesh as he lifts you up, his hard cock pressing right where you need it most.
You cry out, your head falling back against the wall, your breath catching as he grinds his cock against your pussy through the fabric of his jeans, the friction making your body clench tight with anticipation. His mouth is relentless, licking, sucking, and biting its way down your neck, sending waves of heat through you.
"Jude," you gasp, his name slipping from your lips on a moan.
He makes a rough sound, deep in his throat, and lifts you higher against him, his hands rough on your skin, his grip bruising. "Your ass is perfect," he mutters, his mouth traveling back to yours as he presses your hips harder into the wall, the thrusts of his cock against you almost enough to send you over the edge.
You're panting, gasping, your body trembling as the tension winds tighter and tighter inside you. Jude's hands are everywhere, groping and teasing as he devours your mouth, his tongue thrusting in and out in a rhythm that matches the thrusts of his hips.
The pleasure is almost too much, the anticipation threatening to boil over at any second. But then Jude suddenly stops, pulling back just a bit to look at you. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide with lust as his chest heaves with heavy breaths.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asks, his voice still low and rough, but his eyes locked intently on yours.
You nod, breathless. "more than anything" you answer honestly.
He nods once, then presses your body flat against the wall again. "Good," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you again. It's hard and fast, almost brutal. Then, before you even know what's happening, he lifts you away from the wall and carries you away.
Jude’s grip is steady, firm as he carries you effortlessly through the spacious apartment. You barely notice the surroundings, too consumed by the fire between you, by the way his touch sets your skin ablaze. His lips find yours again, devouring, urgent, as he moves with purpose down the hallway.
You don't care where he's taking you as long as he keeps going. The feel of his hard cock against you is addictive. You arch your hips, pressing closer against him as he walks.
The next thing you know, your back hits the soft surface of his bed, and you land with a bounce, your skirt riding up your thighs. Jude stops at the foot of the bed, his eyes raking you from head to toe as he begins to pull off his shirt. The fabric ripples down his torso, revealing a chiseled chest and abs, taut muscles flexing beneath his skin.
You swallow hard, your heart pounding harder in your chest, anticipation burning through you like fire.
He’s bigger than you in every way. His hands are twice the size of yours, his biceps thicker than your thighs. He’s not a huge man, not overly muscled, but there’s a raw power in his body that’s undeniable. And you’re so tiny compared to him — so small that your head only comes up to his shoulder.
It’s not something he usually thinks about, but in the moment, it becomes a living thing. The size difference between the two of you is so apparent, so obvious, it’s hard to ignore. And for some reason, it makes Jude’s cock even harder.
Your eyes are locked on him, dark and dilated, as if you want nothing more than his hands on you. He steps closer, reaching for the fly of his pants. Your gaze tracks his every movement, your breathing quickening as he unbuttons his jeans.
You wet your lips, sitting up to lean forward on the bed. Your eyes are wide, your cheeks flushed with heat as Jude’s pants fall to his feet, revealing his boxers, the shape of his cock straining thickly against the fabric.
You lick your lips again, your eyes drifting up to his as he kicks his pants away, standing at the foot of his bed in only his boxers. The room seems to grow hotter.
"I'm going to fuck you so good," he promises, his voice low, husky, making you whimper with need.
The way he says it makes you want to agree, to give him whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. You bite your lip, your pulse throbbing in your ears as he steps closer to you, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck.
He hauls you close, your thighs parting automatically as his knees hit the mattress and he comes down on top of you. His mouth finds yours, his lips coaxing yours open as he slides his tongue into your mouth. His kiss is hot and wet and everything you want in this moment.
He kisses you deep and slow, his weight pressing you down into his mattress. You moan into the kiss, your tongue moving against his as you roll your hips against him. He groans into the kiss, his cock twitching against you where you're grinding against it.
His hand slides down your body, his palm smoothing up to cup your breast. You squeak as he grabs it and squeezes. He smiles against your mouth, thrusting his hips against you as you mewl and squirm beneath him.
"Fuck," he grunts, kissing down your neck, his tongue tracing the curve of your throat. He nips at your skin, sucking a mark on the skin above your collarbone.
You whine, clutching at his shoulders and he bites harder, making you gasp. The sound turns him on, his hips jutting against you like he can't stop himself.
He pulls back to look at you, a smile twisting his lips. You're flushed pink, your pupils blown wide, lips plump from kissing him.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he murmurs, his expression tender as he looks at you, his hands moving over you in a slow caress. He tugs your skirt down your hips, tossing it aside, leaving you in just your lingerie. His hands come back up to you, running down the sides of your thighs, his thumbs brushing the waistband of your panties.
You moan as he touches you, your back arching. You're desperate for more. He laughs, his touch teasing, light as he rubs his thumbs along the edges.
"Please," you whimper, reaching for his shoulders. His hands slide up, his thumbs hooking into the straps of your bra and tugging it down your arms. He pulls it off, his gaze falling on the curves of your naked breasts. He groans as he takes you in, his eyes hot as they look at you.
He drops his head to suck a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it, making you cry out. His hand finds your other breast, kneading it in his palm, squeezing. You gasp, your hips jolting up at the feel of his mouth on you.
He sucks harder, his teeth raking over your sensitive flesh. You moan, your nails digging into his back as he draws on your breast.
A shiver runs through your body as his hand falls to the waistband of your underwear. He tugs them down your legs and you raise your hips automatically, letting him pull them all the way off.
You're naked now, exposed and trembling with need as he looks down at you, sprawled out on his bed. Fuck.
You look so hot. So tiny and small compared to him, it’s impossible not to feel that urge to use you, to bend you to his will. It’s been there since the balcony, his desire to own you, to take care of you, but right now, it’s almost overwhelming.
"Spread your legs," he murmurs as he runs a finger up the inside of your thigh. You part your knees automatically for him and his hand moves straight up to your pussy. He presses his palm flat against your mound, his fingers slipping through your folds to feel your heat.
"Fuck," he groans, "look at you." You can't help but look. Your body is so much smaller than his, his hands spanning half the length of your thigh.
You gasp at the touch, your head falling back against the bed as he teases your clit. His fingers slide between your folds, rubbing, parting you open to find the entrance to your cunt. He circles it, his finger dipping inside, and you gasp.
You try to roll your hips and he moves his hand, using his palm to press you still.
"Let me play with you," he murmurs. You whimper, your body shivering with the touch. His mouth comes down over your breast again as he thrusts his finger into you with a squelch. "Shit, baby you're so wet." You moan at the stretch of his finger inside you, arching up against him. His teeth graze your nipple, his lips sucking it in his mouth.
You whine at the feel of him sucking on your nipple while his finger is inside you. The dual sensations make you gasp for breath as he thrusts into you, deep, making you clench around him.
His mouth moves to your other breast and he slides a second finger inside you as he sucks on your skin. You cry out, your back bowing as he uses his hand to hold you in place.
He finger fucks you, working your body with his touch as he nips at the curve of your breast, his teeth scraping your skin. He's careful not to hurt you, but you want him to go further.
He seems to realize that as he kisses his way back up your body. He holds his weight off you on one arm, his other hand still buried between your thighs as he works your cunt with his fingers.
You gasp as he curls his fingers inside you, stroking over your g-spot as he kisses your lips. You feel the build of your orgasm in the tightening of your belly, in the way your toes curl and your thighs clench. He rubs you faster, his mouth eating at yours as he drives you higher and higher.
The orgasm hits you like a wave, rolling through your body and leaving you trembling in his hold. You cry out against his mouth as he rides you through it, his fingers working your pussy until it's spent.
He kisses your lips softly as he pulls his hand from you, his cock still hard against your leg. He shifts his hips to the side, sliding between your legs as you lay there, flushed and panting.
His hands move to his boxers, tugging them down his hips as you watch. Your eyes grow wide at the sight of his cock, thick and long and hot. He's so big. Unlike anyone you've had before. You have no idea how he’s going to fit.
Your thoughts are interrupted by Jude’s mouth moving over your stomach, kissing his way down your body. His kisses are slow, sweet and you let him, relaxing against the bed with a moan.
His lips move over your hipbones, his tongue licking the skin and you can't help the giggle that escapes. He pauses to look up at you, his eyebrow arched in amusement.
"You ticklish?" he asks. You nod and he chuckles as he moves closer. His mouth drops to your mound and you gasp as his lips place a gentle kiss on it.
"Jude," you whisper, your fingers sliding into his hair.
He moans, his lips moving over your pussy. He kisses your folds as he pushes them apart with his fingers and you arch under the touch. Your thighs part, falling open to let him have his way and he takes it, kissing along your slit, his tongue flicking out to tease you. You shiver at the feel of it on your clit and he repeats it, circling your little nub in a teasing caress.
He growls against you as he licks you open. Your cunt is wet and pink and fucking perfect. His tongue is long and rough against your sensitive skin and you gasp, clutching at the bedding as he goes to town. He sucks on you, his tongue pushing inside, licking your taste on his lips as he drinks you in.
His hands come down on either side of your thighs, pressing them open as his mouth finds your clit and sucks. Your body jolts at the feel of his lips, his tongue flicking at you in a quick caress that has you gasping in shock.
You whimper, your toes curling as he eats at you. You've never felt anything like this before. It's incredible, the way his mouth feels on you, his tongue stroking you in long swipes.
"Jude, fuck," you gasp and his growl vibrates against your clit as he works you towards another orgasm.
It doesn't take long. You're so sensitive, so worked up already. His tongue flicks over your clit in quick circles and you burst in a rush, your whole body trembling with the force of it. Your thighs clamp down around his head as he holds you steady, his tongue still stroking your clit through it.
You’re sensitive to the point of pain by the time he eases off, licking slowly as he lets you come down from the orgasm. You whine, your legs still clamped around his head and he gently works you open, his hands soft on your thighs.
His face is wet with your taste as he comes up over you, kissing you deep and filthy, making you taste yourself on his lips.
He's hard as hell against your thigh, his cock pressing into you and you roll your hips up in instinctive need. He groans, grinding his cock against you, rutting you like he needs it.
"I need you," you pant, kissing him, your hands running down his back. "Please, I need it."
His groan is thick and guttural. "Yeah, baby, need that big cock in that tight little pussy? Want me to fuck it? Hm?" He thrusts his hips against you to punctuate his words and you moan. You gasp, your eyes going wide at the way he talks, but fuck, you like it. It makes you hot, his dirty words making you need more.
You nod, your fingers sliding down to his ass, holding his hips tighter to your body. "Yes," you agree, "please, I want it."
"Fuck, you are so fucking hot," he whispers as he leans to the side to reach for a drawer in the bed, pulling out a condom. He tears it open and slides it over his cock, his hands slick with lube as he fists himself, working his shaft. Never taking his eyes off you. Fuck. This is going to be so good.
He drops on top of you, his weight heavy on you as he braces his elbows beside your head. his hands running up your thighs and hooking underneath your knees. He pushes them up towards your chest, opening you wide and you feel vulnerable in his hold, tiny and exposed as he lines his cock up with your cunt.
"You ready for me, baby? Gonna fill you up," he growls, his eyes dark and serious as he watches your reaction.
You can only moan, unable to talk as you feel his cock at the entrance to your body, hot and hard against you.
He stops, his eyes locked on yours as he checks on you. "You okay?" he whispers.
Your breath hitches, and your eyes flicker to his. There’s a tenderness in his gaze, cutting through the thick haze of lust that surrounds you both. The way his voice softens when he asks—it's a moment of clarity, and it grounds you.
You nod, feeling the pressure of him right there, so close to entering. "Yeah," you murmur, your voice breathy, lost in the pleasure he's giving you. "I'm okay."
Jude's lips curve into a small smile, one that only deepens the wetness between your legs. His hands squeeze your thighs gently, reassuring you. "Good. I'll take care of you," he promises, and then his eyes drop to where he's pressed against you.
You moan, your mouth dropping open as you feel him press into you.
"Ah," you gasp, looking up at him in shock. Your fingers curl into the sheets, your body not yet adjusted to his size. He's huge inside you, thick, your walls stretching to accommodate him. The burn of his penetration is almost painful and you clench around his cock instinctively.
His breath shudders, and you can hear the restraint in his groan as he fights to keep it slow. "Fuck, you’re so tight," he mutters, forehead resting against yours as your gummy walls squeeze his cock.
You can feel him everywhere. His breath hot on your neck, his hands firm on your legs, his cock stretching you in ways you’ve never felt before.
You're fucking ruined for life. Ruined for anyone else.
You gasp, your body taut and trembling, and he moans as he settles deep inside your body. His eyes flutter closed, his head tipping back as he gasps.
For a moment, neither of you move. His hips stay locked against yours, the both of you catching your breath. Jude’s hands caress your thighs, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin there as if to ease you into this. His lips ghost over your cheek, whispering soft words you can barely make out, but you know they’re for you. Only for you.
And then he moves.
It’s a slow, gentle pull out, almost torturous in its pace, followed by a deep thrust back in. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, your back arching as you take him.
"Fuck, you're tight, baby," he pants. "Oh shit, I knew you'd feel good." He drops his forehead to yours with a groan. "But this," he thrusts, his cock moving inside you in a slow, deep stroke, "this is better than I imagined." He looks down at you, watching you as he fucks you, your cunt clenching tight around him as he moves in you. His cock fills you full, so full, and you're hot and tight and wet as hell around him, and he fucking loves it. You can see it in his eyes.
"Jude," his name is a moan as he drives deep inside you, hitting you with a thrust that makes you gasp in shock.
"That feel good, baby?" he pants, his hands sliding down to grab at your ass, holding you still as he fucks into you. You clutch at him, your arms wrapping around him. He kisses you deep, his mouth dropping to yours as his cock thrusts into your cunt. "Love you around my cock," he grunts against your lips. "It's so fucking perfect." Your whimpers make him growl.
Your nails dig into his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin as he fucks you harder, faster, pounding into you. The bed creaks beneath you, the air heavy with the sounds of skin against skin, of gasps and moans. You’re lost in it, in him—completely undone by the way he makes you feel.
It’s like nothing else matters. Nothing. Right now, all that exists is Jude, his body moving against yours, his cock filling you over and over until you can’t think straight.
"Look at you," he pants, "taking it so well." You can feel his words vibrate in his chest, and it only drives you higher.
It’s too much. Too much sensation, too much pleasure, and you cry out, the sound high-pitched and desperate as you clench down around him. "Fuck, fuck, baby," he growls against your lips as he feels it. "That feels so fucking good. Look at me. Look at me when I make you cum." His fingers move down to rub your clit, your pussy clenching tighter around him and he groans, thrusting into you with a growl as he tips you over the edge.
"Jude, Jude," you pant his name like a prayer, your nails digging into his shoulders, holding him closer. "Oh shit!" You feel your pussy clench and ripple around him, milking his cock for everything.
Your eyes flutter, your head tipping back with a gasp as your body trembles through the orgasm. Your cunt pulses tight around his cock and he groans as he takes you through it. His thrusts become unsteady, deep and hard and fast as he pounds into your little cunt and you take it.
"Oh yeah," he murmurs against your neck. "There you go. Cum on my cock, baby. That's a good girl." His mouth moves to your shoulder, his teeth sinking into you as he grunts, his body shuddering with pleasure.
He’s close. You feel it in the way he holds himself against you, in the way his breaths become short and heavy against your skin. "Fuck, I'm going to cum, baby," he gasps.
You clench down on his cock with a moan, squeezing his length inside you, and his mouth drops to yours in a hot and filthy kiss.
He fucks into you with a grunt, his thrusts quick and hard as he seeks his release. His body moves against yours in rough jerks, his cock thick inside you, filling you. He growls as he fucks, his lips dropping to your neck.
"Baby," he gasps, "fuck," he moans again, his voice so deep it’s almost a whine. You feel him shudder against you, his whole body trembling as he thrusts into you.
"You want my cum?" he growls against your shoulder and you moan at the words, your body already clenching in response.
"Yes," you gasp. "In me, please." He thrusts deep inside you at your words, his groan loud in your ear.
"I’m gonna fill you so full of it," he pants, grinding deep inside you. "So full," he grunts, face buried in the crook of your neck "gonna fill you up and then it's going to drip out of your tight little pussy."
His lips are hot on your skin as he gasps your name, his body jerking into you. "Fuck," he breathes, his hips rolling against yours in a deep grind.
You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as he rides out the pleasure, cumming again for the fourth time that night. He groans, his hips jerking against yours, thrusting his cock deep inside you as he empties into the condom. His fingers curl into you, holding your body close as he fills you, and it’s so good.
The way he feels inside you, the way his cock throbs and pulses as he cums. You can feel it, even through the condom, and it makes you gasp. He thrusts again, groaning as he keeps going, wanting to fuck you through it as much as you do.
And then it’s over.
His body shudders through the aftershocks and he goes still on top of you. His head drops to your shoulder, his breath coming in ragged pants as he holds you close, riding out the aftershocks together.
His face moves back to yours, his lips pressing a kiss against your forehead. "Well, shit," he mutters against you. "You're amazing."
You giggle, your hands running over his back. His weight is comforting on top of you as you come down, your breaths slowing. You let him stay for a moment, enjoying the weight and heat of his body before he pulls out and rolls to the side, stripping off the condom and tossing it into a bin by his bed.
You follow him to the side, turning and pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you let the afterglow wash through you. He smiles, turning to look at you and lifting his arm.
"Come here," he murmurs.
You roll onto your side, pressing against him as he curls his arm around you, pulling you close. He nuzzles into your hair, his fingers running through it as he pulls your body into his. Your leg lifts, your thighs opening around one of his as you curl into him, the softness of the bed and pillows enveloping you.
"Mmmhmm," he mutters, running his hands down your back. "God, I don't want to move. You feel so good."
You smile against him, kissing his chest. "Me neither. I'm comfortable right here."
He laughs, his chest vibrating with it. He rolls a little closer to the edge of the bed, reaching down and pulling up the blanket. He wraps it around you both, tucking it in so that it covers you completely and you're nestled into him, warm and comfortable.
"Better?" he asks.
"Mmm, perfect."
He hums, his arms coming around you again. He snuggles into you, nuzzling your cheek.
"You are perfect," he tells you, his voice gentle as he lets the afterglow take him over. His lips move against your shoulder, his hands rubbing your back and hips. "Thank you for tonight."
You smile, turning your head so you can kiss him. He moves with you, meeting you in it as his hand cups your cheek. His lips are soft and sweet, his tongue teasing yours as he kisses you back.
When you break it, you both smile and snuggle in, holding each other close.
"Mmmm," he says. "I'm gonna want to do that a lot more." His arm curls around your body, holding you close as you snuggle deeper. "Are you alright?"
"I'm great," you tell him. "That was amazing."
He grins, his body relaxing as he holds onto you. His voice drops into a soft mumble, the last of the afterglow pulling him over. "Good. I can't wait to do it again. Best sex of my life." His hand runs up your side, his finger brushing against your breast. "Can't wait for more of that. You're perfect, baby girl." His lips press against the side of your head and he holds you close. "So perfect for me."
His words send a spark of happiness through you and you smile, dropping your head onto his chest. He holds you closer, his fingers rubbing up your back, his hands resting on your lower back and ass.
Then you feel his body pulling away from yours. You mumble a protest, reaching for him, and you can feel him chuckle.
"Shh, baby, I'll be right back," he tells you softly. His lips press a kiss to your forehead and then he's rolling away from you, moving to the side of the bed. "Just need to run to the bathroom for a minute."
You hum, stretching and letting your eyes flutter open. He's pulling on his boxer briefs, moving out of the bedroom. You watch him go with a little sigh, your body still buzzing from the afterglow. You roll over onto your back, running a hand through your hair and smiling up at the ceiling.
God, he's perfect.
He comes back a few minutes later, a warm towel in his hands. You turn your head to look at him as he moves back onto the bed, a soft smile on his face. He runs the towel up your thigh, leaning down to kiss your hip.
"Spread your legs for me," he murmurs.
Your thighs drop open, letting him clean you with the warm towel. His mouth moves against your skin, his tongue licking at your hip as he holds the towel against you. The warmth feels good against your pussy and you let out a soft sigh, tilting your hips into his touch.
"Does that feel better?" he asks. You nod, his eyes lifting to yours.
"Yeah, that feels really good." Your voice comes out breathy and soft as he cleans you again. "Mmmm."
He smiles, his lips brushing against your stomach. His tongue flicks out to lick at your skin as he moves his mouth lower. You shudder a little, wanting to push your hips up, and his mouth lifts to yours.
He crawls over you, bracing his arms on either side of you. His lips cover yours, kissing you slowly. His tongue slips between your lips, his teeth catching your lip as he moves his hips against you.
Your thighs lift up around his, holding him close between your legs. His cock is hard again, pressing against your stomach, and he groans as he feels it.
"Again?" he asks you.
You smile and nod, reaching up to kiss him again. He smiles too, his lips covering yours.
"Mmmm," you murmur against him. "Yes."
-Bianca🌻
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im-not-a-ghost · 9 months ago
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Crush series : what they tell their friends & family about you
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Group 1 | 10 of cups, 6 of wands, 2 of pentacles, Temperance
This person can't help but to brag about you around them. They just feel so giddy when it comes to you that it's just impossible to them not to talk about it. They may tell their loved ones about how good and safe they feel with you, how they've never felt like that before. They may say that they feel lucky they met you. But I feel like they try to tone done their optimism and happiness, for fear of being laughed at or disappointed. I pick up on the energy of someone that tries to downplay their interest or feelings. Like "oh I just love group 1, they're so funny and cool but really there's nothing between us, we're just good friends" type of energy. If they talk about you, I feel like they do it in a indirect way. They never mention your name straight away. They may say things like "my friend", "someone I know", "a person", "a colleague" if you work together or "a classmate" if you go to school together. They try to play it cool but the smile on their face whenever they talk about you betrays them lmao If they have openly stated to their loved ones that they were interested in you, they may say things like "I like them but I'm not sure", "I want to see where this goes before I invest any further in this connection". In the deck that I used, the 2 of pentacles depicted a snake biting it's tail, like the Ouroboros, but it had an infinity symbol shape. And the Temperance card depicted an angel. So this made me feel like they might think that fate brought you two together. They may express how your presence feels like a miracle. "I can't believe I met them, this feels surreal". They may express that a part of them doubts the reality of this experience they're going through, which would explain their cautious approach.
Group 2 | 3 of cups, King of cups, 8 of pentacles, 4 of pentacles
With these cards I get the feeling of someone keeping their thoughts to themselves and not wanting people around them to know how they feel about you. This person may be spiritual and/or superstitious. If they've talked about you around them, it's only to a very few number of people that they trust. And even if they did, they didn't say much. This person keeps things very professional or formal when they talk about you. They always mention trivial facts but they never talk about how they truly feel. This person feels very shy. They're not the type to open their heart and trust people easily. If they could talk about you freely, they would tell them that they feel very protective over you. That you bring the best out of them and make them very happy. They think that you are a positive influence in their life and you are very precious to them. They would say that they are willing to work very hard if it ensures your happiness and comfort. They want to provide for you and be a realiable partner for you. They would say that they like you a lot, that even they are surprised at how easily you were able to get past their walls and become such an important presence in their life. That you make them want to be a good person, a loving person. Someone that you could count on and go to in times of need. They would say that they have the most fun when you're around and they wouldn't trade that for anything in the world. You make them feel alive.
Group 3 | 3 of pentacles, 9 of pentacles, 2 of swords, queen of cups
This person mainly talks to their friends. They don't mention you to their family. When they talk about you, they mention your work ethic, your independence, how cautious and fair you can be with others. They say that you are generous and caring, curious, patient. That you spend a lot of time learning, working, doing humanitarian work. That you are pretty guarded and serious. That they don't know what to think of you sometimes. That they feel like you don't really care about them because you seem to be doing fine on your own. That they don't know how to approach you without disturbing your flow. They say that you are a person that should not be messed with and that they have to think carefully before stepping forward. They say that you probably don't need them in your life. That they feel so little compared to you. They tell them how amazed they are by you. Maybe they are trying to get advice on how to communicate with you. They may tell their friends that they would like to get to know you as a friend first or be business partners. They say that they don't know you enough to feel really in love with you but that they are too curious to just ignore you. For some, maybe they are saying that they just want to keep things casual, since you are so busy and independent. This person may also be single and very focused on their work. It feels like both of you are quite emotionally unavailable. So they tell everyone that keeping things casual with you seems like a good option for now.
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flaresemily · 5 months ago
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DON'T MIND IF I DO ;)
Sakamaki brothers and mukami brothers with a reader who has severe social anxiety. The reader has the personality almost same as shuu like sleeping most of the time and wearing headphones 24/7 except she's active than him and not stoic as him. But after the reader gets comfortable with them she's SOOO unhinged and chaotic (in a good way)
I'm going to make each brother at a time. Each reader in each brother acts differently but still the same as requested.
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Shu :
Believe it or not, Shu is happy that someone was the same as him, like music and napping.
He always sleeps with you (not in a perverted way) he just lies down beside you and sleeps.
You can say Reiji has been complaining about this. The one thing that are different about you two is, you are actually from a football club. You are more active than him so Reiji couldn't complain much.
The more he spent time with you the more he realized something.
That you are a bothersome girl, that's for sure. Yapping none stops when with him.
Yapping and yapping. But you are afraid of people. Everytime he tells you to befriend some ‘human’ you feel scared just thinking about making friends. Thus, you always stay with him.
(you and him once annoy Reiji in the dining room just for fun)
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Reiji :
Reiji at first is always nagging you. Scolding you for spending money on earphones/headphones. But hey, he can't stay mad since you actually score your exam unlike a certain ‘deadbeat’.
One time you are forced to interact with other people you literally hide in Reiji classroom. Without him noticing weird huh.
And if Laito was the one who bothered you. You will hide in Reiji bedroom.
Then, when Reiji finds you. You will exposed what Laito did and he got punishment such as doing the dishes and housework that Reiji do.
The more he spends time with you the more he realizes you are actually just like him. You love science! Thus, you and him become the 'science duo'
(you and him agree that Shu is a deadbeat but then you gasp dramatically because Shu literally behave like you so in other words Reiji hates you too)
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Ayato :
He was annoyed when his with you. Sleeping and hearing music with your earphones/headphones. His first thought about you were : "tch, another Shu Sakamaki"
Though he quickly realized something. You love basketball that's what makes him interested in you. In every game that you or him play both will be there to observe.
The more he spends time with you he realizes you rarely interact with your teammates but you do know what they want as if you can see when your eyes close.
Thus, you two have become the "ore(o)-sama duo" ayato was the one that say it. He claims you (not in weird way) as his 'best friend' weird huh.
Even Kanato side eye him. (You and him go around pranking the brothers)
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Kanato :
He hates you. So so so much! You always sleep! Always listening to music like Shu! He hates you so much! So he plans to make you his doll.
As he tries to kill you he realizes you were hugging a teddy bear with a skirt on it.
"teddy look this b*tch has a teddy bear too."
Silence
"what? You like her! Impossible teddy! You like that bear! That bear is that female wh*re teddy bear!!"
Silence
"oh? You want me to befriend her so that you can date the bear? Fine for you I try"
The next day
He did try to befriend you. Ayato and Laito almost choked on their own food when Kanato offered you his chocolate. Subaru can only pray you are alive.
You were afraid of him but after he tells you that teddy like your teddy...you were shock.
"teddy like my teddy?" "Yes where is she? Teddy want to get to know her" you look at the brother. Laito just avoid your gaze.
'the betrayal' is what you thought that time when both Ayato and Laito avoided your gaze
"s-she sleeping uhm she's tired after accompanying me to watch a movie"
"what's her name?" "..uhm her name was teddyla" "teddyla?"
Reiji though : 'what a stupid name'
"yes she pick it her name herself." "Oh teddy said it's pretty"
From then on you become 'bestie' as he said.
(it's official your teddy bear and his teddy bear is 'happily dating' on the way to 'marriage')
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Laito :
At first he doesn't really have any interest in you. Because you sleep and only listen to music. He doesn't care about you at all.
But what makes it change? Well while Laito was flirting with his fan girls his fedora was snatched away by some jealous boys and was cut in half.
I mean yes he can just kill those boys but Reiji warns him not to. So he pretends to be sad so that his fan girls attack those boys and they do.
As he walks around the school he clenches his cut-in-half fedora with anger. And that's when you came in. Just in luck you are a pro when it comes to stitching. So you stitch his fedora back as if it was new. He looks at you and realizes you are in the middle of the project.
The school has decided to make a mascot so the principal asks you to make some dress.
"Laito? Are you crying?" You ask him.
Yet, there was a single tear roll down from his eyes. "Nothing...I'm just glad it's fixed thanks"
You were shocked the great boy flirt Laito is thanking you.
"your welcome" you smile at him and continue your works.
He stays with you. Technically your work place has become his hiding place from the fan girls. But of course he actually helps you sometimes with the clothes you are stitching.
(he tried making his own clothes with you but he accidentally cut it wrong)
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Subaru :
You and him sync immediately after he finds out you like gardening. And thus, you two can always be found in the garden. Sometimes he help you with the plants you are planting.
He always makes sure you aren't hurt when gardening with him.
He can be overprotective especially when you are sick and you haven't water your plants. He also knew that you like to sleep and listen to music. So he makes a small hut for you to sleep in case you are tired. Can't lie he thought that you are dead when you stop moving while you are gardening with him.
Reiji approved this. (Because he gets free vegetables)
It's been a year, both of you actually did become a couple. Him being the anger issues boyfriend while you are the shy girlfriend. So it's perfect for you two.
Ayato is jealous he get to couple with you first instead of him.
(Subaru and you did accidentally plant something poisonous luckily Reiji arrived just in time before both of you could touch the plants with your bare hands and you got scolded afterwards.)
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fullymyself · 2 months ago
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While you were sleeping - part 1
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader
Word count: 2,847
Summary: The story is based on the movie While You Were Sleeping. You work at a café and have a secret crush on Steve Rogers, the super soldier who has been coming to the shop every week to grab a coffee and sketch. One day, he is attacked right in front of the café and, even though you manage to save his life, he falls into a deep coma. All it takes is one misplaced comment and now the whole hospital and the Avengers think you’re Steve’s secret fiancée. What’s worse is that now you find yourself falling for his best friend.
Warnings: cursing, mentions of injury but very light, lil bit of angst
Notes: Hi, hope you are doing well! This is a rewrite of a fic I wrote many years ago when I had a different tumblr. This story has been stuck in my head for a very long time so I had to rewrite it. It's gonna be at least 3 parts but I'll try to post the others as soon as I can. This part is more to situate the story, it's not set on any specific time or event of the MCU so everyone is alive, happy and thriving (like the olden days Avengers fics). To compensate for the lack of Bucky on this chapter I added a special easter egg at the end.
Also, this fic deals a lot with the theme of loneliness, which is something I struggle a lot with too. So, if you happen to relate to the themes in this fic, pease don't forget that even though you might feel like it you're not alone and if you need someone to talk I'm always willing to listen! (And I know I'm not the only one)
Hope you enjoy it and feedback is always welcome!
Part 2 - Part 3
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You’d grown accustomed to being alone, not by choice but lack thereof. Having no family was already hard, but trying to find friendship and community in a city like New York, as an adult, was almost impossible. It’s not like you were completely alone, you had friends from work and acquaintances, but no one was as close to you as you would like. You really wish more people would talk about how lonely and shitty adulting could be.
Life was monotone, everyday felt pretty much the same. Wake up, commute, work, commute, get home to your cat, watch something to distract yourself, clean up, sleep and repeat. Few things actually brought something different to your daily life, so that’s why when Steve walks into the café on a especially hard day, you get an immediate crush.
He was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen and every time he walked into the café you could see people stop on their tracks and pretty much collectively sigh – you included. First time he came to the shop you froze, absolutely butchering the order you were taking care of and spilling burning hot coffee all over yourself. Thankfully, you didn’t really get any significant burns, but Steve almost leapt over the counter to help you. And that’s what did it, not his beautiful smile or his great ass, how he actually worried about you on that moment and came to the rescue.
You tried to reason with yourself that that moment was just a reflection of his job — you were pretty sure being a hero was not a 9 to 5 and more of a life commitment – but even thought you knew you were not special and that he’d do it for anyone else, you couldn’t help the soul crushing crush from developing.
He came to the café at least once a week, he’d sit on a secluded table near the window and sketch for a while, sipping on some coffee and eventually ordering a piece of the freshest pie. While he did so you were pretty much useless, going through your tasks pitifully oblivious to everything around you but him.
“You know…” Celeste, your co-worker, says as she moves to turn off the oven you had forgotten about, before the muffins turn to ash. “Before you end up burning this place down and putting us out of a job, you totally should give him your number.”
“Ha! Yeah, that’s a great idea!” You say ironically, you’ve had this conversation plenty of times before, she always urging you to do something about your feelings and you refusing. “Hello Mr. Most-Perfect-Man-And-Hero-Of-America, here’s my number so we can go on a date and get married or you can totally reject me and make my work even more awkward than it already is or simply disappear so I’ll never see your face again other than in the news…”
“Okay okay I get it” She rolls her eyes but places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “But just so you know, I think you should give yourself more credit.”
-
Days go by and Christmas fast approaches, intensifying your feelings of loneliness bit by bit. You try to hype yourself up for the holiday like you do every year, decorating the house, setting up a tree, buying gifts for your neighbours and co-workers. But deep down all of that is more of a distraction than a remedy. Celeste and your neighbours have offered for you to spend Christmas with them but, being with other peoples families while feeling like an outsider only makes you feel worse – you know so from experience from a few times you tried forcing yourself into those situations before.
Turns out you get the perfect excuse to refuse those invitations. Your boss, Jerry, comes to the café one day, insisting you work on the holiday, even though you have already negotiated the day off. It takes some convincing to make you give up on your plans to stay in and enjoy some movies and cheap wine, but once he mentions how you’re the only one who doesn’t have family for the holidays, you cave.
So that’s how you end up on an empty café on a freezing Christmas morning. You watch as a few families walk around the city, rushing through the cold New York air to get to where they’re going but that’s pretty much all the people you get to see throughout your day.
Since there’s no customers, you end up changing the café’s usual playlist to one of your own. You’re singing along to one of your favourites and that’s why you don’t hear when someone walks into the shop. You only notice them as they clear their throat behind you, your soul almost leaving your body.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to startle you!” Steve looks at you sheepishly. Your face burns hot with the embarrassment of the situation. Steve Rogers just walked in on you singing and dancing at work.
“Ah-uh… sorry, that was my bad I didn’t hear you coming in, bit of a slow day.” Steadying yourself behind the counter you take and prepare his usual order, this time to go. You don’t know if you should feel relieved or sad that he isn’t staying longer.
After you hand him his order, you almost choke on your words when exchanging merry Christmases once he calls you by your name. Thankfully, he walks out quickly and you’re left alone with your embarrassment. You wanna facepalm and hide under the counter but, before you can move, there’s a loud noise outside and every window in the café shatters from the force of whatever caused the commotion.
You get up from the floor, a rush of adrenaline making your body buzz as you try to understand what just happened, when you see something move close to the front door of the shop. A large man in black tactical gear walks slowly, a weird looking gun in his hands pulsates with weird blue energy while he aims it at something on the floor. No, not something, someone. Steve.
Before you can think better of it, you grab the baseball bat hidden under the counter and walk slowly to where the man is headed, trying to be as quiet as you can while walking around the glass covered floor. The man bends down to check on Steve and that’s when you take your shot, swinging the bat with full force against his head. The man immediately falls to the ground, unconscious.
“Shit shit shit shit” You mumble as you move to check on Steve, he is still breathing and you can’t see any injuries other than a few cuts caused by the broken glass, but no matter what you do he won’t wake up.
Steve is taken to the nearest hospital after the ambulance is called, they take you with him since you’re a witness to the attack and are also injured. When you get there, Steve is taken to get emergency attention, you try to follow but they won’t let you since you’re not family.
As they take him away you’re left alone, staring at your own reflection on the ER glass. Bitterly, you whisper “But I was going to marry him”.
-
A couple of hours pass and, after the police asks for your statement, a nurse ends up letting you go up to the room Steve is in. She guides you to the chair near the bed. “Let him hear your voice, dear, I’m sure he’d like to know he’s not alone.”
Before you can say anything, you hear a commotion on the corridor, a cacophony of voices echoing down the hall until several people burst into the room. “This is unacceptable, his metabolism is different! He needs specific doctors!” You hear a faintly familiar male voice complain while a woman gasps. “He looks so pale!”
The commotion continues until everyone walks in and you realize who they are, the freaking Avengers just walked into the room. You move to the opposite corner, trying to make yourself as unnoticeable as possible, as they bombard the doctors with questions.
“He is in a coma, his vitals are strong, brainwaves are good. He’s gonna get through this, but since we don’t know much about what caused the injury we can’t say for certain what exactly is preventing him from waking up.” The doctor explains calmly only to be bluntly answered by the man you now recognize as Tony Stark. “Okay, so we know nothing. How did this happen?”
“He was shot with some sort of energy gun and it knocked him unconscious.” You whisper from the corner of the room. Everyone shifts their focus to you and you want to disappear.
“And who are you exactly?” Tony asks defensively, but you can’t blame him, this whole situation is just too weird. Before you can answer, the nurse who guided you to the room speaks. “She’s his fiancée.”
There’s a brief moment of silence before the room erupts in voices again, you can’t keep track of what's happening and you are as confused as everyone in the room. You try to interrupt their banter a few times to clarify that you are definitely not Steve’s fiancée, but no one would listen.
That’s until another doctor, the one who prevented you from accompanying Steve before, walks in going straight to the nurse and pointing at you. “What is she doing here?”
“Hey, buddy, she saved his life!” A police officer points out, making the room erupt with comments once again.
“She saved his life?!” A beautiful red haired woman comments and there’s a pause in the commotion, everyone waiting to hear from you.
“I- Well, I might have knocked out the assailant with a baseball bat.” Your eyes keep fixed on the floor as you speak, not wanting to acknowledged the unwanted attention.
“I don’t care what she did. Visitations are for family only.” The doctor motions to you, but a quick hand stops him and Tony looks him dead in the eyes. “She is family.” And there it goes again, the commotion starts and, as you try to stop everyone and clarify that you were only a witness to the attack and nothing more, everyone else keeps talking about a thousand different things and making sure you’re not kicked out, so no one hears what you have to say.
After the doctors leave, you feel a gentle arm on your shoulders. It’s the woman you know now to be Natasha, her eyes glazed with unshed tears, even though she tries to hold a neutral expression. “You know, we haven’t seen much of him, so that’s why we didn’t know. But we always wanted him to find a nice girl and I’m so glad he found you.”
-
Later that day, when you get to escape the confines of the room, you manage to speak with the nurse that started this whole situation. “Why did you say that? I’m not his fiancée!”
She looks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “But you said you were gonna marry him!”
Oh, oh no. “I was talking to myself! I just have a crush on the guy!”
“Well, next time, tell yourself you’re single and end the conversation.” She doesn’t even look mad, she just looks entertained by the whole ordeal.
Your conversation is quickly interrupted by someone coming from the room. “Is there a pharmacy in the hospital? Tony needs some nitroglycerine.”
“Oh, he has a heart problem?”
“Problems. The guy has a reactor keeping his heart from collapsing, it’s a miracle he manages to get up everyday, much less keep up with this lifestyle.” As the nurse leaves to get the medicine the man turns to you, a gentle smile on his face and you think that now might be the time to tell the truth and ditch this whole situation. “Honestly I think you might have saved his life, your engagement is the only good news we got in quite a while.” That shuts you up quite effectively, erasing your planed speech completely from your head. “I’m Sam by the way. And, I guess, welcome to the family!”
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As you go home that night, thoughts keep replaying in your head, especially the way everyone took you in so quickly and accepted you as family. It as wrong but it ignited a feeling you hadn’t felt in such a long time, making you feel wanted and like you belonged, even if it was a lie. You give up on sleeping and end up deciding to go to the hospital again, not really minding that it is the middle of the night.
When you get there, you have no problem with getting to the room, now that the lie had spread through the hospital staff. Steve looks peaceful, more lively than when you last seen him here, but it’s very weird to see him in such a state – especially without his signature smile. You sit next to him awkwardly.
“You must be wondering what I’m doing here in the middle of the night. Well, I think I should at least explain myself properly. We met at the café and I’m suddenly your fiancée, this is very sudden.. Never been engaged before so all of this is very new.” You laugh sheepishly. “I really didn’t mean for this to happen, I’m so sorry. It’s just that… I didn’t have the heart to tell them. They called me family, they seem so happy to know I was with you. I haven’t had that in such a long time. My whole family is gone and I’m all alone, so I just….” You breathe deep, you know it’s not right to keep this lie up but it takes a lot to fight against the warm feelings growing in your chest, even if it’s fake. “Have you ever felt so lonely that you spend the night confusing a man in a coma?” Again, you laugh, but without any mirth. “But don’t worry, I’ll tell them tomorrow.”
“Actually… please, don’t.” You turn around in surprise as Sam walks into the room. “This is really the only thing keeping them together right now. Steve has been gone for a while and, knowing he’s doing good, that he found love, is making them bear this situation.” He probably sees the look of despair and shame on your face because he continues. “Don’t worry, it’s not your fault. But please, I’m sure Steve will wake up soon and, when he does, I’ll tell everyone the truth and that I asked you to keep it a secret. I promise.”
Sam is a nice guy and he keeps you company through the night, conversation flows naturally between the two of you. “You know, you should come to our Christmas dinner. With everything that happened no one really celebrated, so we’re having a nice dinner tomorrow. Bucky will be there, you haven’t met him but I’m sure you two will love each other.” Like with the previous invitations, you refuse, but this time for another reason. This time you are afraid of feeling too much at home, only for it to be ripped away from you again.
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A couple of months prior…
“Steve, why the hell would you want me to go to this café so bad?” Bucky sounds really irritated, it’s the tenth time that Steve has been pestering him about going to get coffee with him. He really doesn’t like cafés, they are always crowded, loud and have mediocre overpriced coffee. He might not make the best coffee in the world, but at least he can make a decent cup without having to go through the trouble of going out and paying a truly insane amount for something he could do himself.
“They have great pie, like the one we use to eat when we were younger.” Even though he tries, Bucky has seen it one too many times and Steve’s puppy eyes will not work on him, so he just stares at the man dead serious. He knows Steve is hiding something, he was always protective of Bucky and respected his boundaries and, hell, if their pies or coffee were so good, he could just bring some.
“Okay, fine” Steve caves and leaves alone for the café. He knows that if he tells Bucky the real reason he will be even more adamant on not going, but he can’t help but think it is a shame. He just knows the woman who works at the shop is Bucky's type and that they would get along great. His best friend has been alone for so long and he just wants him to find someone to share his life with. Sure, he has been getting much better at making friends, but it is still very hard in a city like New York and especially when you’re a man out of his own time.
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If you're here, thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoyed it!
I'm in the process of writing the next part, so I'll probably post it this week.
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siri-ike · 5 months ago
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Empty chapter 8
Dpxdc crossover fic
Chapter 1 chapter 7
"I think she's me." He said after a long silence.
"She can't be you. You're you." Johnny responded slowly.
He stalled a moment, "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. of course, you're right. That would be impossible. " There's no way. She can't be him, and he can't be her. But there's something about her. Something so familiar they can't possibly be separate. "I need to see her again."
Having a spirit around that can punch your father's lights out seemed like a sweet deal at first. But just like Scrooge, Johnny was quickly learning how persuasive ghosts can be. And by the time their lease was up, his bags had mysteriously been packed already.
Dani's house was pretty normal looking. She had cleared some hangers for his outdoor clothes, and there was a bedroom ready for him, too. Although it was decorated like an observatory. Does she think he's an alien or something? The ghost seems to like it.
Did he glow like that before?
"Johnny!" Dani shouted from the kitchen. "I got some takeaways from West End Burgers. Yours is on the table, I'll be in my office.
She is the weirdest woman John has ever met. For starters, she's a detective, so she carries a gun. She wears pants instead of a skirt. She doesn't even curl her hair. Or cook dinner, apparently. Then there was the whole violence thing.
When he got to the kitchen, he was surprised to see three hamburgers on a plate, still wrapped in foil. He checked the receipt to see if she actually bought 6 hamburgers for the two of them.
"You seem distraught."
"I'm perfectly traught." Johnny insisted. "I'm probably just supposed to take one, right?"
"They're on a plate together."
Johnny picked one up. "I can't eat 3 burgers." He paused for a moment, then offered it to the other boy.
He hesitated to reach forward. Concentrate, be tangible. He carefully held it with both hands. He watched as Johnny took a bite and followed suit.
"You're supposed to take the wrapper off."
"Huh?" He chewed through the third of a hamburger he had stuffed in his mouth. And without a thought, swallowed it, wrapper and all.
"Never mind, here." Johnny handed the third one over as the first disappeared into a snake like jaw while taking a normal sized bite out of his own food. The sight alone was enough to give him a stomach ache. But not enough to make him not eat.
Come to think of it. Johnny had never seen the, ghost? Eat before. Maybe that's why he's so spaced out all the time. Johnny sure wouldn't like to skip months' worth of meals. "Are you still hungry?"
"I don't understand." His voice was less of a whisper than it was, this clearer version sounded, lively. He sounded like someone. It was a voice Johnny had heard before.
Just then, the door behind them opened, and detective Dani walked in with three empty hamburger wrappers on her plate. She really eats like this!? She threw them in the trash under the sink and got three large glasses from an upper cabinet. "Compleatly forgot water." She smiled at him, filled her's with water, and went back to wence she came.
"You two freaks are cut from the same cloth." Johnny addressed the air beside him.
"Yes... we are, " a nearby whisper follows her.
The room was an office. She sat at a desk covered in Manila folders and paper. The moment he stepped through the wall, she looked up. Directly at him.
She can't see him. No one can see him! How can she see him?
She exhaled a small fog of white breath. "Are you here?" She asked, looking around the room. She can't see him. But she knows.
"I've been looking for you." She paused longingly. "That's OK. You don't have to say anything. Clockwork said you might forget some things." Her smile lacked any emotion. It was like she wanted to be happy but couldn't overcome the hollowness. "I met some of our friends. Walker's still alive... Sydney isn't. I've been working on a way back to the ghost zone, but it's proven difficult without hurting the timeline." She looked so worn out. She looked wrong. This wasn't the person he had recognized. It's someone else. "Danny, please. Just show yourself, let me know you're alright."
He stepped back out. Johnny had left, probably went back to his room. He started in the direction, pretending not to hear the quiet whimpers from the office.
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"Is it true you're taking the Crane boy?" Asked Commissioner Reynolds.
"Yes, sir. Picking him up after work." Dani glanced at the clock on the wall. One more hour.
"It's a big commitment, Nightingale. Are you sure you're up for it." It was less a question and more of an accusation.
"That's the beauty of teenagers, commissioner, they don't need 24-hour surveillance, just food and guidelines. And, you know, attention obviously."
"That's not what I meant. Are you ready for this?"
The air went stale.
"I read your transfer reports. I know about Pointdexter."
"Sydney was a good boy" Dani defended.
"Doesn't mean he was good for you."
Dani didn't answer. She couldn't.
One more hour.
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cosmerelists · 6 months ago
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Did I Achieve my Earnest Hopes & Dreams for Wind and Truth?
The night before Wind and Truth came out, I wrote up a list of things I was hoping to have happen (or not happen) in that book. Now that it's a month later and I've finished it, how much of what I wanted did I get?
[Obviously, big big spoilers for Wind & Truth!]
Kaladin lives. WELL... He is...alive. Immortal, really. But all of his friends think he's dead, since he left his body behind when he became a Herald. He did not get to meet with up Adolin & Shallan for drinks like he promised. That's more what I was hoping for...but I'll take this. He IS alive.
Kaladin lives and is happy. WELL... I actually think he's...somewhat happy? He swore the Fifth Ideal. He's with Syl. He's in a Tranquil Mind Palace giving therapy to the Heralds. It does seem like it might get a bit...lonely? But it did not end with him broken or anything like that, so again...I'll take this. He's not unhappy.
There's a really cool Kaladin fight. Maybe two. Honestly, I think we had a sad lack of cool Kaladin fights. I understand that this book was all about Kaladin figuring out who he is without the spear, and I respect that...but I did miss there being some kind of Grand Kaladin Entrance After Which He Kicks Serious Butt. The only fight we got was him vs. Nale, which was...okay, but was solved ultimately via Flute and Therapy and not Cool Fighting Moves. I'm a somewhat simple soul. I missed having Cool Fighting Moves.
Kaladin & Szeth have to fight someone together. Not really. :( Not in the "back-to-back facing off against a hundred foes" that I was picturing, at least.
Leshwi has a significant role. Leshwi was there, but mostly walking and complaining about having to walk now. Again, I was hoping for more Cool Fighting Leshwi, which we didn't get, but I did like that we at least got some scenes with her.
There's a really cool Leshwi fight. Sadly, not so much. Her small amount of fighting was off-screen.
Adolin is NOT Odium's champion. He sure wasn't!
Adolin lives. He did! I think the Adolin story was one of my favorites, to be honest. Him becoming Unoathed was so cool.
Shallan lives (I'm not super worried about her for whatever reason but I couldn't just include two of the three, you know?) She did! ...Although trapped in Shadesmar but NOT able to world jump, which feels like the worst of both worlds. As soon as she got trapped I was like "Hell yeah Shallan worldhopper," but it doesn't seem like it's going that way, unfortunately.
Rlain & Renarin romance. Hell yeah! The Rlain & Renarin romance throughout this was super cute.
Rlain & Renarin romance that isn't like tragic or awkward or anything. I request warm & fuzzy plz. Yes! I like that it wasn't super angsty or anything. They both realized that they liked each other pretty quickly and then just kept making eyes at each other.
Shallan & Thaidakar meet. Well, they TALKED, so I'll take that!
MeLaan cameo. Well, as @archmage236 pointed out at the time, this was impossible since Mistborn Era 2 is after Stormlight. And there were no time travel shenanigans either. We DID get a kandra...but it was Ulaam, and not a cool kandra spy reveal.
...I notice the MeLaan cameo. I didn't but I'm pretty sure it's not my bad this time.
Rock returns or at least is in the book somehow. There was NO Rock! I was genuinely sad about that.
Kaladin hits his head on a doorframe in Shinovar. But not as sad as I was about Kaladin not bonking his head on ANYTHING. A tragic missed opportunity.
Navani invents something cool. You know...I don't think she did, unless you count the weird cocoon thing at the end. But she did figure out how to navigate through the Spiritual Realm, which was a cool Navani Science Moment so I'm counting it.
Navani thinks about Raboniel. I think maybe briefly?
We get the third Bondsmith. We did not! And now that Honor is (actually) dead, I feel like we won't? That's too bad, honestly.
The third Bondsmith isn't human. I suppose technically I got my wish here, yeah.
We find out that there are more than five Radiant oaths (pet theory that I want to be right about) Well I'm not right YET, but...come on! Honor even said he hates the number 5! How could that be the number of oaths?? It just doesn't make sense. It would be like there only being 11 metals or something.
Hemalurgy gets used.....I know that would be bad but I think it would be interesting. Hell yeah. It didn't have a huge role but I was actually delighted that Moash got Marshed.
Hemalurgy doesn't get used on anyone I care about!! I mean...I do care about Moash but I think he was a good choice for this. Future Herald Kaladin vs. Hemalurgic Moash battle, one assumes?
Shallan doesn't incorporate Radiant. :(
Maya cure. Yeah, like I said, I thought Adolin's arc--and by extension, Maya and the other Deadeyes' arc--was great! Maya was so butch and I love what she created with Adolin.
The theory that Shallan's mother was a Herald is confirmed. I think it's a cool theory. Oh wow was it ever! The chills I got when Shallan said, "She was at my wedding."
Bondsmith powers used for a fight. I think it would be cool. Sadly, no. We never really did get to see how they'd be used in combat.
Satisfying Sanderlanche. I don't think it was the Greatest Sanderlanche of All Time or anything, but I was fully captivated (and yes, the biggest downside for me was that it was more Emotions and Philosophy than Cool Fights with Swords. I'm a simple woman).
Kaladin meets a sheep. Or a dog. Or BOTH. I CAN'T BELIEVE SANDERSON CANONIZED NO DOGS AT ALL. Tragic. A true blow. And Kaladin only saw sheep from a distance.
I don't cry too hard... I actually did not. I teared up at actually two parts: when Maya came with all of the Deadeyes and when Kaladin decided to take Szeth's place as the Herald. (But honestly, I don't cry at books very often, so maybe that's on me.)
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distantdarlings · 2 years ago
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HARD EDGES // t. riddle
RATING: R / 1.6K WORDS
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Tom Riddle x Reader Insert (no gender-specific details)
+ SUMMARY - You decide to ask Tom to the Winter ball and he reacts a bit differently than you would have expected. (Romance, slight angst?)
+ WARNINGS - Implied smut, heavy kissing, heavy petting, light choking, Tom is kind of mean (but I mean, it’s Tom Riddle) language
+ MUSIC (listened to to while writing) -
ATE MY HEART - SEVEN XTC
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Tom’s eyes found mine in a fiery rage. His lips pursed gently as he struggled with what to say. 
“Look, if you can’t just answer like a human being, I’m going—”
“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, snatching your wrist from your side. He yanked you behind him and started abruptly down the hall. You glanced around nervously at the few people still scattered around the area. A few of their eyes found the two of you as Tom cut like a knife through the small crowd. You hid your face as best as you could, feeling your cheeks begin to warm. You knew they were probably just trying to see what in the world Tom Riddle was up to—it had nothing to do with you. But, Merlin, did it feel like it. 
He turned the nearest right corner sharply, away from all the prying eyes, and led you down to the end of the hall before swinging you in front of him. Your eyes found his only for a moment before he shoved you roughly into the room behind you. You nearly fell back as you stumbled into the second-floor male lavatory. His eyes glowed red with incomparable fury. 
His wand waved behind him in a quick spell and the door shut suddenly with a slam. The large lock on it dropped with a heavy clunk. Your heart rate quickened quite rapidly. Hopefully, this wasn’t the biggest mistake of your life and you were able to make it out of this alive. Not that Tom would kill you…You’re pretty sure anyway.
“I want you to repeat the question to me,” he demanded, “and don’t interrupt me while I’m thinking of a response.” You struggled not to roll your eyes. You shrugged out of your robes—it was getting a bit hot in here.
“All I wanted to know was if you wanted to be my date to the Winter ball. I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable or anything but when you sat there gawking at me like I had two heads, I got a little pissed and—”
“Okay, okay, shut up,” he interrupted. His eyes dropped to the floor as he seemed to be figuring out an impossible equation in his head. His fingers ran through his curled hair as he glanced around in thought.
“It really doesn’t require that much—yes or no?” you spoke. He angrily glanced at you, silencing you with his eyes. You sighed loudly, hoping it would convince him to answer a little quicker. Why was it this difficult? If you were so repulsive, he had to lock you in a bathroom and ponder the meaning of the universe, to agree to go to a ball with you…well, then maybe you didn’t need to be here. You started towards the door.
“No!” he shouted, he pushed you back into your original spot. “Please just let me think.”
“What is there to think about?” your voice began to rise. “It’s a simple yes or no question, if you don’t want to go, just say no. I just thought since we’ve been paired together in potions and all, you might want to go as friends.”
“As friends?” he asked, almost as if getting reassurance. Your stomach dropped a little.
“Yes, as friends,” you responded, ignoring the knot in your throat. “We don’t have to be anything to go to a ball together.”
“Why would you ask me in the first place, though, surely you could’ve asked….erm,” he glanced around, thinking of someone to say. “Malfoy, or someone else. Don’t you have a bit of a thing for him?”
"Oh, you idiot—don't you see?" you breathed, the sound strangled in your throat. 
"What? See what?" he demanded, eyes wild with anger. You had never seen him this angry before. You’d never really seen him show anything outwardly except for the usual cool, confident façade he plastered on.
Your eyes flicked back and forth between his, trying to find any soft edge in them at all, but being left empty. You sighed in defeat, letting your eyes flicker to the ground. 
"See what?" he demanded once more. He stepped closer to you and craned his neck to try and meet your eyes again. You scoffed and pushed him back. 
"I'm not going to make myself look like a fucking fool if you don't know what I'm talking about, Tom!" you turned from him, crossing your arms. You gathered your robes from the floor and began to walk towards the door.
"What on Earth are you talking about—I don't understand. If you would just tell me—" he cut himself off, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to him. He pulled hard enough to wrench you to his chest. You pressed roughly to the hard material before backing away. 
"Sorry," he muttered. You shook your head.
"Don't apologize, Tom. I—I just wish I didn't have to explain it to you."
"Please," he breathed, not breaking eye contact. You were sure he was so self-centered, he likely thought it was something relating to his reputation or something of the like. A professor talking badly about him, one of his friends spreading a rumor about his family, something. 
You searched his eyes. The hard edges were all but gone and had been replaced with a cloud-like shape. His eyes bore so deeply into yours, that they might leave a scar. Your eyes flicked down to his lips briefly, wondering so desperately what they might taste like. Sure, he was a dick and made you so fucking mad, but when you thought of him, the thoughts were becoming less and less negative. 
You prayed that anything you said would come out slowly after being perfectly calculated, but that so rarely happened.
"Tom, I—" you breathed. His lips parted slightly. His eyes searched yours. His brows knitted together. The silence between the two of you was heavy and pressed down on your shoulders like an anvil.
"Please just—"
And you pushed yourself to your toes and pressed your lips to his. He tasted every bit of what you’d always imagined. His lips were rough with a musky flavor coated with the tang from the apple he'd just finished. His lack of movement was devastating.
Your gut clenched and you accepted defeat. You pulled back and looked at his shocked expression. Well, this had easily been the worst night of your life and you thought it might be best if you discussed moving schools with Headmaster Dippet first thing in the morning. You stifled a wince and looked down. That was your cue to go. 
"I'm sorry, I'm just going to—"
"No." He grabbed your arm, once more pulling you back to him. His lips found yours again. This time, he handled the movement, moving your lips just as he wanted and no other way. You wondered if he'd ever kissed anyone before. 
You shyly placed your hands on his collar where the first button sat wide open. Your fingertips gently brushed his throat. He made a low humming sound that echoed in his neck, vibrating your fingers. His fingers found their way to your hair, curling his fingers tightly into each strand. In any other situation, it might’ve hurt, but in this one, it did nothing but push you on. 
He tilted your head to the side with the strong grip against your scalp and effectively deepened the kiss. At this smoothened motion, you gasped against his mouth, to which he responded by walking you back into the stone walls and crushing you against them. His hands released your hair and quickly found your neck, holding your head staunchly in place while he painted your lips with his spit. As soon as you tried to rearrange your head’s placement, his thumbs came to rest on either side of your throat and began to press ever so gently. You sighed shakily, feeling the utter control he currently exerted over you. Your hands confidently moved forward to wrap themselves around his tight waist, feeling his hips stutter as you pulled them closer to you. His grip on your neck never once faltered. He pulled back.
“You think you can walk away from me?” he growled lowly, his lips capturing yours once more in a swift, rough bite. Blood pooled against your tongue. You stifled a whimper at the pain.
“You think you can just kiss me and then leave? That’s the end of it?” he spat, his fingers ever so slightly tightening around your neck. “No, that doesn’t fucking happen.”
Your lips parted weakly and you nodded fervently. Whatever it was he needed, wanted, said, you’d agree. You’d do anything to feel his lips on yours again. His eyes found your lips as your chin raised in an attempt to meet your mouths once again. A mocking smirk found its way onto his face. Dick. 
“You are mine,” his chest rumbled against yours. Your eyes never left his, though they fluttered in anxiety. One of his hands left your throat and grabbed one of yours still curled around his waist. A tight grip on your wrist loosened your hold against him. He directed your hand up to his face as he watched your eyes closely. His lips came down to brush against your fingertips with a feather-light touch. You couldn’t look away. 
“Say it,” he murmured against your fingers. 
“What?” you whispered. His grip around your wrist tightened to a bruising clamp. Your eyes watered.
“Say that you’re mine.”
“If I do, will you kiss me again?” you nervously joked, trying to hide a laugh at the look he gave you. He all but rolled his eyes as he slowly pressed his head into the crook of your neck. He ghosted his lips along the surface of your skin. Your eyes fluttered closed as you tilted your head to give him more access to you, every part of you. He gently dragged his lips up to your ear where he pressed a chaste kiss just below it. You shuddered.
“If you say that you’re mine, I will take you in this bathroom right now.” 
Part Two
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nichtschwertart · 27 days ago
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I know almost nothing about her and yet I'm pretty sure Ildinia Kills-With-Words is my favorite.
Oh thank you so much! Yeah I like her, too!
What an excellent excuse to post more lore and art!
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There was a human once, a century ago, named Bonnie Hawthorne. This human lived in an age of change. She saw the birth of modern bureaucracy and the proliferation of motorways. She had a love, who was then taken from her by an Imperator in a way she had no way to comprehend.
Only a year later, she received a notice of condemnation of her property. It should not have been. Her home was neither condemned, nor her property, nor did the letterhead point to any government office she had ever heard of.
Reading the letter proved torturous. The lines of text were wavering, the meaning unclear except for their hostility. There was no end to it. There was always another page and she knew then that everything was wrong.
From that day she could no longer interact with systems of government and administration in a normal way. Her life went up in smoke in a flurry of misfilings. She was arrested for impossible crimes. They lost her before she could even make it to court, somehow, in a desert. She only made it out alive due to a lucky run-in with a passing motorist.
Death was coming. In desperation, she wrote letters to any agency, court and office she could think of, pleading to be removed from their records.
Instead, she was removed from the world altogether.
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Before she became the "Cool Mom" we know and love, Ildinia — as most Strategists do — participated eagerly in the Bellum Magnum. Her greatest skill is and always has been sneaking into the impossible archives and twisting storehouses of the Ineffable Bureau of Ninuan and exploiting her knack for its systems to gain access to tools, weapons and information that don't exist.
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Back then, Ildinia's identity was threadbare, less leader and more force-multiplier, moving like a shadow through void and world alike, infiltrating her corruptive influence wherever she could.
And then, alas, she met someone who mistook her for a loved one, a Sovereign Power, no less. Ildinia pursued a relationship to further worm her way into Creation's defenses, but this Power, alas, was wonderful. And Ildinia fell tragically in love.
When Tancrecine was born, both Ildinia and her love knew they had gotten in way too deep. For the child's sake they would have to go their separate ways, to keep her safe from the viper pit that is the Society of Flowers.
Ildinia has undergone an agonizing transformation to be the best mother to her child she could be. Unfortunately she's still quite bad at it. And in fact she is quite bad at almost everything that doesn't relate to her void magic.
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She is also notably incredibly lonely. She misses her one true love whom no one must ever find out about. She'd love to date her best friend Besslinda, who is unfortunately dying of Love. So she tries to fill the hole in her heart with an endless string of mortal lovers she cannot actually make herself care about.
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I think that's enough for tonight!
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snailsgoingdowntown · 16 days ago
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HIRATFLSIL but it's an au where you + Dion, Roxana, Jeremy and Grizelda get transported back to your world but it's before you died so everyone yk is alive and well.
Waiting to get my meds SO
Tw: mention of violence (choking), mention of medicine, toxic and arranged marriage, mention of kidnapping.
Minors/blank blogs (no content), dni.
Imagine this: you have some medication to pick up. It's been a while (literal years because you died and then was reborn into Roxana) so you do feel slightly nervous. Unfortunately you do need these meds (you had a doctor appointment not too long ago).
Now it might have taken you a bit to find it after relearning how to use maps on your phone. Everyone's busy doing their own thing (Jeremy has mastered the fucking games, Grizelda is reading an outdated science book you have)
BUT.
Both Roxana and Dion want to tag along. To the pharmacy.
Two extremely attractive people in a world where they don't understand (or kinda forgot in Roxana's case) the modern era. One who can (begrudgingly) handle being talked to informally. Isn't hard to get along with. Understands social cues. Knows when to keep quiet.
Then, there's Dion.
Anyway, the wait for your medicine is very awkward (you failed in convincing them to stay home). Everyone won't stop looking. You're pretty sure you overheard the opposite genders encouraging the other to ask about your husband and sister-in-law.
They're calling out the numbers awfully slowly. Dion shifts in his seat as Roxana gently turns someone down when they finally get the courage.
Your number is finally called.
When you return to tell them it's time to go, someone decided to shoot their shot in your absence. A woman, actually.
The look on Dion's face is actually kind of funny. He doesn't understand he's being hit on, ignoring the stranger as Roxana questions if she's in a coma, because really, asking for Dion's number? (You guys got transported before Pandora developed feelings/a small crush).
He sees you and just. Walks straight over to you, done with his 'social interactions' for the day.
And you know what? You are too.
A show of 'affection' when you peck his cheek, alerting everyone there that you're (unwilling) in a relationship with the Agriche. He's surprised, not used to you showing him any form of affection unless it benefitted you. Doesn't take him long to realize it's to drive away people who are considering trying their shot on the way out. Thus making your visit longer.
Roxana lowkey threatens someone and her aura is so strong no one dares to challenge her.
Anyway, they now both know how a modern pharmacy/clinic (I get my meds from a pharmacy that's inside my clinic) looks and are exposed to more people which should be good but...
"Dion, no, you can't strangle them. It's illegal and I don't have the money to get you out."
"La... Roxana, I hope you had a decent time. It's been a while for me so I forgot how loud it can get..."
However, little did you know that Dion absolutely hated how this one guy looked at you...
It was easier, back home.
You had no reason to leave the estate. You had everything there not to mention, doctors would go to you and not you to them. Not only that but if you're quick enough, if you're foolish enough, you could attempt to slip out of his grasp.
You were married back there and not here. No papers to show it, so you don't need a divorce to 'break up' with him. He had no influence here, no way to keep an eye on you.
Kidnapping you is also almost impossible here - family and friends will look for you. Roxana will figure something out and he'll be the first suspect.
Ah. He misses home. Because he could keep you to himself, mostly.
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saint-vagrant · 1 year ago
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for the love of god stop with these Rational Thinkers' paragraph + italicised "VOTE!" posts. is anyone moved by this? i've seen "vote for whoever you like, but just vote" VOTE FOR WHOEVER BUT JUST DO IT? BRO! that's somehow more pathetic than demanding that you back biden or else you're too young and too old and too stupid and too academic and ultimately a traitor if you came to a different conclusion and act, to your best ability, in accordance with your ethics.
like yeah you'll do whatever and so will i, i guess. but it's psychically painful to see this totally coincidental influx specifically since october 2023. people calling leftists (well specifically anti-imperialists &/ communists) "russian/chinese/3rd party agents" who are "lying to you to stop you from voting." it's been worded as "your friends are lying to you." that is so cool. it's like 2016 in here. yday i saw "voting isn't about which leader will sign off on your glorious revolution" which is such a snide misunderstanding of... most things, i think? it's giving "proudly launching headfirst down stairwell." more than half the time i check out OP, they're openly a zionist, or end up there by default in the sense of being a bland milquetoast etiquette-obsessed "let people enjoy things" centrist who's so mistrusting of information or pattern recognition that if you possess either you're corrupted by "ideology."
why would it be necessary to lie? what purpose for a big convoluted conspiracy? for whom IS this simplistic, condescending, dispassionate shit anyway??? surely not for the people whose families are burning alive, thanks to the american government who robs and brutalises its own people in order to fund further massacres. because how could you look that person in the face and tell them "no, you don't know fuckall about how things run around here. now is the time for political decorum" ?? there must be such a sense of comfort in the idea that those people are "over there." like i think it's pretty unfortunate that a lot of these posts begin by citing some ~dramatic~ ~babybrained~ "take" committed by disgruntled "western" posters (who are spies) but when i heard the source, or when i go find it, it's by a palestinian or muslim person or just someone from whom it like, kind of makes sense why they feel the way they do! but then it's characterised in such a vague wussy ass way! huh??!!! like it seems very convenient to ignore WHO is organising/mobilising/criticising, WHO is protesting and abstaining, so that these posts come off more sound and reasonable than the leftist sleeper agents who appeal to emotion over sense. and i'm not even telling you not to vote! i'm wondering why it's so impossible to conceive of a reality where a marginalised person or group concludes that the health and safety of their community will be sought and achieved through other means. you really can't imagine that? that's dumb to you?
so i guess i, too, don't care what the hell you do with your precious little life, but it is So Fucked to talk down to people about genocide like it's a petty, inconvenient wedge issue we have to sidestep for the greater good. fwiw voting isn't wholly irrelevant to me, And Also, i understand being against a system means, for many, abstaining from its approved tools and pouring efforts into direct action. this is not a new approach! greater good is sought and achieved mainly and actively on the ground— not from above. moreover, there is no good greater than opposing and ending genocide for fuck's sake! jesus!
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smoft-demons · 1 year ago
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If you aren't busy could you try writing about an mc that looks identical to Lilith and maybe even has a similar name example: lily, Lillian etc. (If you can, maybe mc that has a similar personality with lilith) And Ofc its platonic. (sorry if you don't understand, I barely ask on tumblr(⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠;⁠)
Also! It can be fluff or angst (if you can't write all of the brothers lucifer, belphegor and Beelzebub would be fine(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)
Mc can be gender neutral! (You can choose whatever format you're comfortable with)
Ofc if u don't want to its fine, i just saw your requests open
Sorry if this is too long(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)
Sure! No worries about it being too long, it gives me lots to work with :)
First request yay! Hope you like it
MC’s name is Lily
Lucifer:
Lucifer double-takes when he first sees you. He knew your name in advance, but looking at you, seeing the resemblance… it shocks him.
He keeps a straight face, however.
It becomes increasingly obvious that he has a soft spot for you. It grows softer and softer as he gets to know you.
When you harmlessly disobey him, he can’t help but let you off. Lilith was a bit of a rebel too, and you look just like her when you’re trying to be sneaky
He loses it when you put yourself in danger! You remind him so much of his baby sister, who he gave everything he could for… and he’s supposed to keep this blasted human alive, so help him he will succeed! It’s a matter of pride—and also trauma.
All that is there, but still Lucifer makes an effort to pay attention to the differences between Lilith and you. Few as there may be, he will not cloud his own judgement by thinking of you as the new her.
And he will not do you the disservice of acting like you’re someone you’re not.
When the ancestry reveal happens, he’s not exactly surprised. It’s still great news, but… not shocking!
He’s already had his crisis about not being unfair to you by acting like you’re a replacement, so he’s actually pretty good about not saying anything hurtful along those lines.
Beelzebub:
He can’t bear to look at you at first
I mean really, how he’s grieving his sister plus how he’s missing his twin… what’s he supposed to do? You’re in Belphie’s spot, and you’re called Lily, and you’re even acting like her… his heart aches
Good news tho, he definitely won’t eat you
He feels AWFUL for scaring you that one time, about the custard
And that conversation when he opens up to you about that impossible choice he had to make about who to save? He won’t admit it to you or to himself, but a big part of why he asked you who you would have chosen is that he hopes you can give him some insight into what Lilith would have chosen. If she would have made the choice he did.
Once you’ve become good friends with him, he does make an effort to not confuse you with his sister… but it’s hard for him, especially if you look and act like her. He’s really trying!
He would want to hug you for hours after having nightmares of falling. It helps him feel like maybe he’s not a total failure of a protector
He’s giving Mammon a run for his money in terms of being protective of you.
Beel finds himself conflicted after the big reveal. He’s overjoyed to have Belphie back, but he’s so angry with him for hurting you, and also he’s so upset with himself for not realizing Belphie was trapped in the attic the whole time, and ALSO he’s struggling with keeping you separate from Lilith in his mind, similar and genuinely connected as you are, and that makes him feel even more guilty because he genuinely does love you just for yourself. He feels like it’s very mean to you if he lets himself be distracted from that.
This is further complicated by you naturally falling into the role of his baby sister. He loves having you in that role, but it’s hard. A bit triggering. He’s working through it!
All in all, he’s a good big brother. He’d be overjoyed to hear it if you tell him that.
Belphegor:
Learning your name sends him spiralling. He was thinking of this exchange program as a betrayal to Lilith’s memory, he thought Lucifer had forgotten about her, he thought Lucifer didn’t care, but he chose a human named LILY?? Is this him being manipulative, is this coincidence, does it mean he HASN’T stopped caring, does it mean he’s trying to replace their lost baby sister with some human?
Belphie can’t figure it out.
He hangs onto his hatred. He carries out the first steps of his plan
When you meet him, he just… stares. You look like her…
He refuses to cry about it! He sticks to the script, lying to your face as planned, summoning all the hatred and resentment in his fallen heart.
But… you keep coming back. Not just to update him about your pact collecting, but also… just to chat? Checking on him, bringing him small snacks and things that fit through the gaps in the door, telling him about what his brothers are up to, reminding him that Beel misses him terribly and no one has forgotten about him
He’s finding it hard to keep hating you. In all honesty, he’s grown fond of you! But he has a plan and he’s sticking to it! You’re NOT his sister, and nothing short of a miracle can convince him to let go of his resentment!
In timeline A, after the first jailbreak, he never gets around to harming you. He can’t figure out if it’s due to laziness, lack of opportunity, fondness for you on his part, or not wanting to make Beel sad. This becomes irrelevant of course, after Diavolo imprisons him
In timeline B, you’re sent back in time to see how he got released. You open the door, he offers you the hug, you accept.
It’s… nice, for a long moment. Gentle and warm and comfy.
And then he regains his determination, going ahead with his plan to kill you. He gets as far as “Finding it hard to breathe?” before he looks at you. Expecting to feel sadistic satisfaction at seeing a human face screwed up in pain like that. But… you look like his baby sister.
You look just like his baby sister, and you’re scared and hurt. His baby sister… panicking and tearful, because of HIM
He can’t do it
His grip relaxes. He doesn’t let you go, but he’s no longer hurting you.
He’s shaking.
You feel… moisture in your hair. Your throat is bruised and bleeding from his claws digging into your skin. You’re wheezing through your crushed airway. Your brain is flooded with adrenaline. Your prey terror hasn’t let up, as the demon who was threatening your life is still holding you, and he’s CLEARLY still unstable. But, maybe crying from guilt is safer than cold determination to murder you…?
At this point, the others rush in. Mammon tears you away from Belphie. Beel is frozen in horrified confusion. Belphie is having a breakdown on the floor.
Diavolo and Barbatos fill everyone in. Belphie can’t even look at you, he feels so awful.
As you both heal, you get closer. You become real friends. You learn what aspects of the Belphie you knew from the attic were lies, and the surprising amount of things that were true. With everyone’s help, Belphie really digs deep and commits to finally unpacking his trauma and his survivor’s guilt and his grief.
Once you trust him enough—and he trusts himself enough—he takes every opportunity to spoil you. He’ll cuddle you whenever you want, he’ll make sure you don’t get any nightmares, he’ll share his food, he’ll even let you wake him up for dumb things without getting mad at you.
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I didn’t have many ideas for the rest. I had some for Mammon, but nowhere near as many as for these three. I might add the Mammon ideas as a short bonus later, if I have the energy or any more inspiration.
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itsclydebitches · 2 years ago
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Though I adore the dynamic myself, it struck me as odd a few months back that fans were taking a "Monster loved for the first time" approach to Astarion. Part of the allure of a vampire (for me anyway) is the act of transformation; the horror and tragedy of having lost who you were before—including all those everyday, human experiences. There were debates about precisely how old Astarion was when he died and at the same time fans were screaming over him having his first hug, his first real romance, this is the first time someone has helped him without ulterior motives, etc. and I'm going, "How is that possible?" This is an elf who lived a life before being turned, even if it was short compared to what his race would normally experience. Astarion had a family. He had a job! Yet the fandom (and to an extent the game as well) treats Astarion as more of a Phantom-esque character: deemed monstrous from birth and blindsided by the simplest acts of love because he was denied them from the get-go.
Of course, it's easy enough to read everything through the lens of slavery and torture. Sure, Astarion had all this at one point but it's been so long and his life as a vampire has been so unimaginably torturous that it's eclipsed those earlier experiences. I get that... but time as the answer still didn't fully convince me.
Not until I started romancing him and hit this line:
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"I... I don't know. I can't remember."
This is in response to asking Astarion what color his eyes were before they turned red. Can we just sit with that for a moment? He doesn't remember the color of his eyes. This line was a game changer for me because I can't even CONCEPTUALIZE that. Mirrors appear to be pretty common in Faerûn—it's not like this is a setting devoid of all modern inventions and Astarion, as a member of the upper class, absolutely would have had access to various ornate mirrors like the one he starts this scene with—so what does it take to make you completely forget such an ingrained bit of knowledge about yourself? 200 years as a dehumanized slave, obviously. Still, my mind continues to trip over the idea. I have blue eyes. That's a fact I've known since I had any real sense of self. If my eyes were to suddenly change tomorrow I can't imagine forgetting that they were originally blue. Even if I'd put it from my mind for an extended period of time I'd expect the very pointed question, "What color were they before?" would fire some old synapses and drag the information back. Obviously none of us have any idea what 200 years would do to a human brain (or, you know, an elf's) but it still feels firmly in the real of impossibility that I could ever completely forget something like that.
Yet Astarion has and this line more than anything else has sold me on his Baby Monster Loved For The First Time characterization, both in-game and in the fandom. He acts like he's never been hugged before? Of course he does! The guy can't remember his eye color and you think he's going to recall any probably-treated-as-casual-and-thus-didn't-solidify-as-significant-memories hugs while alive? When was the last time you were hugged? I'm not sure. I know I HAVE hugged recently but was the last one with family over Thanksgiving? Did I give my friend a brief side-hug before we parted? I'm lucky in that hugs are such a normalized part of my life that I don't give them much thought... which means that if you were to suddenly enslave me and keep me isolated for 200 years, yeah, I'd probably forget what they feel like too. Or that I ever had any at all.
(Self-hatred is going to play hell with memory too. Once you feel like you don't deserve something and it's continually denied to you it's easier to convince yourself you never had it to begin with.)
So yeah, Astarion acts like someone who was always the monster because he has, on a literal canonical level, forgotten what it was like to be anything else. Which just sets his relationship with Tav into such angsty, terrifying focus. Here's someone who has lost his previous identity. He (rightfully) despises the identity Cazador forced on him. Even if he didn't, Astarion is now miles away, the tattered remains of his self threatened by ceremorphosis. He stares into a mirror knowing he'll never see anything, but doing it anyway because he needs to figure out who he is—and that's precisely where most of us would start. What do I look like? What do others see when they see me? Is that the person I want to be?
Then Tav offers to be his mirror, just like they offered to sketch out the poem on his back. How exquisitely horrible for Astarion. He's being given precisely what he wants but he's in NO position to take it. All his sense of self placed in the hands of another? Asking, "Who am I?" and hearing, "I'll tell you. I'll be the keeper of that knowledge"? That's a far more intimate, potentially destructive power than anything else Astarion is looking to get his hands on AND he's trying to manipulate YOU at this point in the story! It just makes me crazy because Astarion is desperate to figure out who he is, but circumstances have ensured that, at this point in time, he needs to put his trust in someone else to begin answering that question... and the one thing he does know about himself is that he's a manipulative, mistrustful rogue who's only out to keep himself safe. Allowing someone else to take the reins with his identity (again) is probably the least safe thing he could possibly think of.
It's this messy tragic loop that yes, Astarion is working to break by the end of the game (depending on your choices) but in Act 1? Goddamn. No wonder he's trying desperately to maintain control of this relationship. No wonder—despite his best efforts—he's still undone by the simplest acts of kindness.
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43. From Not Knowing How To Kill To Making It Hurt - Joker
*Synopsis: Once again Mr. J has been arrested and sent to Arkham. Having never been separated from the Joker since he killed her abusive dad and she moved in, Athena is going insane. She needs to get him out, she needs to bring him home at whatever cost. Even if that meant throwing away her very last shred of humanity. *
*Warning: death, mental health (?), blood, voices in mc's head, prison break, romanticizing mental illness because the Joker is a wack job, smut.*
*Athena's p.o.v*
Someone should have told me that going insane meant pacing around the room mindlessly ignoring everyone around you except for the voices inside your head. Had I known that, I would have never thought I was crazy beforehand. The ball of my feet ached from constantly turning on my heel and I was pretty sure I had given myself carpet burn. Yet I couldn't be bothered with any of that at the moment; all that consumed my thoughts were the Joker not being here. I'm sleeping in our bed alone, eating my meals alone, doing everything alone. With Mr. J gone, I was alone and I was eerily aware of how much I fucking hated it.
The wooden door creaked open and Frost popped his head in but I didn't stop my mindless pacing. Frost enters mine and Mr. J's shared bedroom; why did it feel wrong to have him in here when Mr. J was in Arkham?
Because it isn't Mr. J walking through that door.
Oh great. That voice again. I hadn't heard that voice in my head since the day I met the Joker in person for the first time. The first time I heard it was the day I bashed one of my former classmate's head with a chair after he choked me and went after my friend. Former friend--once he learned that I faked my death and joined the Joker, Freddie wanted nothing to do with me. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.
Because Freddie is a fucking loser.
Great.
"What is it, Frost?” I inquire, not stopping to even look at him.
"Boss asked me to give you this letter.” He says, causing me to stop.
Pain radiates from my heels and up my calves, making it impossible to hold myself up so I fall. Frost walks in completely and hands me the letter before sitting on the edge of the Queen size bed.
He doesn't make any attempt to help or soothe me which I appreciate. I quickly opened the letter Frost gave me and pulled the sheet of paper out. The Joker's handwriting came into view and it felt like I could breathe just a little better--like the weight was lifted off my chest.
'Little Dove. Frost tells me you aren't doing well. I'll be okay. We're already working on a way to get me out. xo.’
Not fucking fast enough.
   I blink, pushing the voice away before turning my attention to Frost.
"How long will it take to get him out with y'all's plan?” I inquired.
"A year.” He says bluntly; no matter what, Frost never wavers or flinches.
My eye twitches. A year.
   There was no possible way I was going to survive a whole year without Mr. J. It had already been just a few days and I was going insane.
My fingers curl around the paper in my hands causing the page to crinkle beneath my grip. My eyes aren't even froused on Frost as I stare at him, they're actually staring through him. Frost snaps his fingers in front of my face and I blink a couple of times before focusing my gaze on him. I give him a glare that does nothing to scare him; at this point I don't even think Frost is scared of the Joker, it's just loyalty. I wonder if he's ever been afraid of Mr. J.
   "What are you thinking?” Frost inquires, resting his elbows on his knees now.
  I huff, blowing a strand of my blonde hair out of my face. What was I thinking? Definitely trying to figure out a way to get the Joker out…a faster way because there was no way I was waiting a year. But how? I didn't know the first thing about killing anyone, or breaking into a literal psychotic prison. How did Harley Quinn do it when she was alive? How does the Joker do it now?
The vat of chemicals. Gotta jump in that vat of chemicals!
  I practically shake that crazy voice away. I look at Frost.
"I need time to think.” I say, standing up.
Frost watches me leave the room though he makes zero effort to go after me which I appreciate. Being alone is good. I mean I'm not very sure about this voice that returned but either way.
   Gotham air feels unusually thick this evening but maybe it was because my brain was foggy. I walked the streets of Gotham in the dead of the night, my feet dragging me towards some unknown place. I don't even think I was paying attention. After what felt like forever, I find myself standing on the edge of the black, rusty platform that dropped into the same vat of chemicals that Mister J and Harley Quinn jumped into when she was alive. How the fuck did they survive that? I didn't have anyone to pull me up, so if I jumped and didn't go to the top I would drown and die. I sit down on the ledge and state down at the bubbling liquid. Would it burn? Would I get chemical burns? Why did the Joker never ask me to jump in like he did with Harley Quinn? There's so many different thoughts running through my head. Now I've moved on to doubting my relationship with the Joker.
Jump.
Jump.
Do it!
JUMP!
Without even thinking, I lunge forward and plummet towards the vat of chemicals. My eyes squeeze shut and I hold my breath just as I splash into the surprisingly thick chemical. It stung. There wasn't really a burn; it was hot but not scolding hot. I could feel myself sinking towards the bottom, it was getting harder to hold my breath. Shit! This may have been a bad idea.
Swim.
There's that voice again. My voice. The same voice that told me to jump. At least I didn't want myself to die.
Swim! Now!
I feel my butt touch the bottom of the vat and my lungs burn.
DAMN IT! SWIM!
I managed to move my legs under me and pushed myself up causing my body to propel to the surface. A loud splash echoed through the abandoned building as my body came to the surface gasping for air. I throw my body over the side of the vat and wipe my face as I continue to gasp. There was another splash behind me and I turned around to see one of those life floats that ships throw to someone who's overboard. I crane my head up and see Frost before grabbing the life float.
Eventually, I'm out of the chemical vat and Frost is beside me with a towel.
"Boss isn't gonna be happy you did this," he says smoothly.
"Why? Because only his precious Harley Quinn can jump into this vat of chemicals?” I inquire, dabbing the towel against my skin.
Frost eyes me for a moment before walking towards the exit; I watch him.
"No, because now you aren't the same person he fell for.” Frost says.
"I'm still the same person,” I responded, following him out.
"Really? Because the original Athena never would have questioned the Joker's feelings for her.”
I roll my eyes. "I didn't--”
"Yes you did.”
I huff. "Regardless of that, I had to do this. I don't know the first thing about killing anyone or how to break into a psycho prison.”
"Why would you need to know either of those things?”
"So we can go break out Mister J.”
"He told you we -”
Now it was my turn to interrupt him. "I'm not waiting a year, Frost. That's too long.”
Inside the vehicle he brought, I pull the sun visor down and reveal the mirror. I look at my skin. It's even more white than it originally was. Even my hair almost seemed white, like the color was stripped from it completely. I find my eyes in the reflection and of course they're still blue but they seem so bright against my pale skin and hair. Maybe this was a bad idea. I don't even look like me. But I don't have time to worry about it. I have one week to learn how to shoot a gun before I force Mister J's men to storm Arkham and bust him out.
One week.
Learning how to shoot a gun is not fucking easy. It's much harder than these people make it look and during the first week I definitely shot one of the Joker's men in the knee. However, with the help from Frost, I learned how to hold a gun and shoot one properly. And on the last day of the week, l explained to the henchmen what the plan was. Even if this is the last time I see the Joker--because I can't seem to get that fucking thought out of my--I want him free.
You aren't the same anymore, Athena. He's gonna leave you. You just destroyed the only relationship you had left. He killed your dad, your mom's psycho, James Gordon hates you, your siblings are dead, and Freddie gave up on you. Freddie. That clingy little prick abandoned you just like the Joker will. Then you'll be alone, all al-
"Athena.”
My eyes snap open and I realize that I'm in a black van being driven by one of Mister J's henchmen. My eyes find Frost just a few inches away; he's holding up a police riot helmet. I swallowed thickly but took the helmet anyway. I put it over my head and Frost clips it to me with practiced ease. I can see Arkham just through the windshield of the black van and I can feel my heart rapidly thumping. Not with fear and anxiety, I haven't felt those since jumping in the chemicals, but with excitement.
The Henchmen were preparing a way into the prison using explosives. Frost was explaining to the men which side the Joker was on.
The black van came to a complete stop on the side of Arkham that I knew wasn't well guarded. It didn't mean that the guards inside wouldn't come rushing out because they would, it just meant there would be a grace period. Everyone filed out of the black van and within minutes the wall was blasted causing the wall to crumble. Clouds of dust erupted in the air, a deafening ring filled my ears. If this riot helmet wasn't on my head, I'm sure I would be inhaling a shit ton of cement dust particles.
Frost grabbed me and pulled me behind him most likely because he knows if something were to happen to me, Mister J would kill him. I grip my gun tightly but follow closely behind him. Guards start piling into the room and a shoot out starts. I duck my head as another round of guns go off.
The FUCK are you doing? Don't hide! Shoot!
That pesky voice in my head.
I aim my gun towards the approaching guards and start shooting; each bullet piercing whatever visible part of them it could. Each time a body dropped, the easier it became to pull the trigger. It felt like my heart thumped with each pull. I don't know if I'm being delusional, but ever since I jumped into the chemicals my senses felt sharper. The thought sounded crazy and yet I believed it. Especially when I feel the presence of a guard behind me throughout the shoot out. I swirled around and dove to the floor as he tried to grab me. My fingers touch something made out of a thick wood. I don't even glance at it, I just curl my fingers around the object before swinging it. It collided with the guard's knee and I swear I heard the bone break. He crumbles to the ground and I scurry up. I grip the wooden thing tightly and for the first time ever I let my anger consume me. I started bashing the guard's head in until it was nothing but unrecognizable. I dropped the wood and ran to Frost and the others as they blew the caged door down. Mister J grins and comes out slowly.
  "Frost…this wasn't part of the plan.”
"It wasn't part of our plan but it was hers." Frost steps to the side.
I take a deep breath.
    He's going to hate you.
He'll kill you.
   He won't touch you either.
Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP.
   I unclip the riot helmet and pull it off of my head revealing my almost snow white hair and skin. My icy blue eyes meeting the Joker's own icy blue gaze. There was a lump in my throat. A scowl appears on the Joker's face and he grabs my chin roughly. I yelp.
   "You didn't.” It wasn't a question, and it wasn't even a real statement either because he knew I did. "Frost. How could you let this happen?” He doesn't even look away as he speaks.
  "Wouldn't have done any good, boss," Frost says, "I told you she wasn't thinking straight.”
The Joker wasn't able to get another word out as another set of guards approached. I lift my gun ready to shoot when the Joker snatches it from me and drags me out while his men take care of the guards. He pulls me into the black van; his men get in and drive off. The entire ride is silent and I fidget with the strap of my riot helmet. I can feel the tension like a hot skillet searing against my flesh. The Joker can't even look at me. I swallow away the sudden anxiety that ripples through me.
Once we reach the mansion, I'm the first to get out. My footsteps quick as I go up to the bedroom that the Joker and I shared. I opened the closet and pulled the suitcase that I brought in the beginning out. I start throwing the clothes I originally had before all these fancier outfits into the suitcase. The Joker storms in and slam the door shut.
"What the hell were you thinking, Athena?” He growled.
"Clearly I wasn't,” I muttered.
I stood up and removed the necklace around my neck he gave me; it had the letter "J” on it. The Joker looks at me before grabbing me and pushing me against the door, surprisingly not hard to hurt me. I swallow.
"Put it back on.” It's a demand. "You're mine, Athena. Now and forever. You agreed to it.”
"Why? You clearly can't stand me anymore. It's evident in how angry you are,” I retaliated.
"You're damn right I'm angry. You stripped away your purity…”
I screamed in frustration. "News flash, Joker! My purity was gone the minute I chose to be with you!”
I don't even give him the chance to speak.
"You were going to be gone for a year! A year! There was no way I'd be able to live in this mansion, sleep in our bed, knowing you wouldn't be home! I was going crazy! I couldn't sleep or eat. All I did was fucking pace back and forth as that stupid voice bothered me again. So yes! I made a choice and maybe it was the wrong one but I couldn't think straight! But now it doesn't matter because you don't want me anymore.”
Several tears slip down my cheek as soft sobs leave my lips. The Joker watched me before pulling me into his arms. I relaxed against his chest, my tears on his naked upper body.
"Who said I wouldn't want you?" He grumbled.
"The voice in my head,” I sniffled."it won't go away.”
The Joker chuckled and ran his fingers through my now snow white hair. I closed my eyes.
"My little psycho," he hummed.
"You aren't mad anymore?” I whispered.
"Oh no. I'm furious. But I'll take my anger out on someone else.”
I giggle quietly and nod - head. He picks me up and sets me down on my vanity desk. He gives me a once over, taking in my appearance. I blink a bit. Then he grins at me, that evilly wicked grin that makes my heart race.
"Still my same needy girl.” He purrs; he sees the same person inside my eyes. "The same needy girl who loves when I touch her.”
I give him a sweet smile. Even though this voice kept coming back, this time louder, I was hellbent on never changing. Not even a little bit.
"I'm still the same girl.” I whisper to him as the peppers aggressive kisses against my jawline and neck. I tilted my head up so he had better access.
"I know," he growls out before sinking his teeth into my neck. I gasp.
A low, deep chuckle escapes his red painted lips sending a wave of vibrations up my neck and through my body. I let out a relieved sigh of pleasure. Mr. J grabbed the rem of my shirt and pulled it over my head roughly; my black bra soon followed behind as he snapped the fabric between the lacy cups and shoved the straps off my shoulders. My soft, slightly plump breasts bounce from the sudden removal of my bra. Mr. J tangles his tattooed fingers into my surprisingly still soft hair before crushing his lips to mine. I moan against him, my fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt as I tug him closer to me. He deepens the kiss roughly, plunging his tongue into my mouth. He removes his hands from my hair and pulls his shirt off in a singular swift movement. His naked torso and chest pressed against my own. He unbuttoned my pants, lifting my hips to yank them off along with my panties. He's rough, which isn't unusual, but still gentle enough to not leave unwanted bruises. He knew what part of me he liked marked and what parts he didn't like marked.
Mister J pulled away from the kiss, the two of us panting as we tried to catch our breaths which felt nearly impossible after that kiss. He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me off the vanity surface then tossed me onto our bed. My body bounces and a giggle leaves my lips as a growl leaves his. His tattooed hands finding his belt and expertly removing it like it was second nature to him. I slowly bite my lip.
"Turn around. Hands behind your back, sweet cheeks,” Mr. J ordered.
I didn't argue with him, quickly moving so I was faced away from him. My naked back side is in full display for him. Mr. J watches as I put my hands behind my back, a deep hum of satisfaction comes from him. He takes my hands and uses his belt to bind my wrist together behind my back. He uses his knee to spread my legs further apart before pinning my body against the mattress so he could tighten the belt. I can feel the leather digging into my porcelain skin; by the end of the night, I knew my wrist would be red and rubbed now but I didn't mind.
Mr. J pushed his hard body into mine more.
"Gonna make a lot of noise for me, aren't ya, Athena?”
"Yes, Mist-”
A squeak leaves my lips as he smacks my already soaking cunt; the rings he wore on his fingers making contact with my clit. My thighs tremble.
"Is that my name when I've got you pinned beneath me like this?” He growls into my ears.
I shake my head still shaking.
"Then say it.”
"Yes daddy.”
A growl vibrates my back for a second before he sits up. My body feels incomplete without his weight on top. From the position I'm in, I'm unable to see what Mr. J is doing but I can hear the sound of him removing his pants. Within moments, his pants are removed and he's back on top of me. He groans lowly as he rubs the tip of his cock against my folds. I whimper, listening to the slick noise coming from us.
"Ya miss me, doll?” He hums, teasing my clenching hole.
"Y-yes, daddy,” I mewled out, "missed you a bunch.”
He chuckled against the shell of my ear as he slowly pushed his thick cock into my waiting heat. My eyes rolled back, my mouth falling open with a small dribble of saliva running down my chin. My glistening pussy stretched to accommodate the size of his dick; there was a lewd squelching sound from all the wetness dripping from me. A moan left my throat, my lungs already burning as a needy scream threatened to leave my lips but I kept it shoved down. There would be plenty of opportunities to scream tonight and I didn't want one wasted on him simply entering me. Mr. J had other plans. He wasn't even half way in before he pulled all the way out before slamming back into me with one swift motion. The scream I've been holding back ripped from my lungs, burning my throat on the way out.
A satisfied growl rings through my ears as his chest vibrates against my back. I feel my velvety walls clench around his cock that was throbbing.
"That's it, dove. Scream for me.” His voice is husky and deep, dripping with unadulterated need.
Once again he lifts his hips, sliding almost out of me before slamming back down. A choked scream leaves me once more as his movements become erratic. My fingers curl around the bedding beneath us that is now saturated in sweat and the dripping juices that run down my trembling thighs. Our skin kept smacking against each other, the sound wet and sticky. Mr. J pinned me down with a single hand in the middle of my back, between my shoulder blades, as he keeps a harsh and steady pace.
With each rough thrust, another lewd moan left my lips and was muffled by the blankets. My cunt squelched deliciously each time he sunk himself impossibly deeper.
“Still my girl,” Mr. J growls hoarsely, his own breathing turning into pants as he exerts himself, “that won’t change. Not now. Not ever, Athena. Understand, you filthy little bitch.”
His words sounded cruel but I knew they weren't. At least not to me. I moaned again, my head spinning with pleasure. Even the sturdy bed frame was powerless when it came to Mr. J's rough thrust. Mr. J tangles another hand into my hair, forcing my head up so that I was staring at the wall in front of us through teary eyes. Barely even started and my face was a mess of tears. saliva, and makeup. I spread my legs wider, allowing him to go deeper. I can feel the tip of his cock bouncing against my cervix causing me to see white.
"Scream for me,” he hisses, slamming into my cervix with more force.
"Daddy!” I screamed out in a choked sob.
The pleasure in my body feels like hot fire.
A shock of blissful pain cracks through me as he delivers a hard smack to my ass before returning his hand to my hair.
"Fuck!" I cry out again, clenching around his cock.
Suddenly, Mr. I pulled out of me. My eyes widen and I turn to look at him. He grins, that attractive, psychotic grin that I was desperately in love with. Even now when I knew what was conking. I pout.
"Oh don't pout, doll," he says in a sing-song voice that's almost cruel, "you know the rules, love. You're still my girl but you disobeyed me.”
"This isn't fair,” I part out, sexual frustration prickling my skin, "I did it to get you out.”
Mr. J runs both his hands through my long hair, that grin still fully on his face. The red on his lips remind me of blood and my hands twitch. He notices. I catch the flicker of his blue eyes darting to my hands. This wasn't just a punishment, he was seeing how far he could push me before I snapped. I swallowed thickly.
Be good.
Kill him.
Just jump on him.
BE GOOD!
I swallow once again and sit on my knees, my hands in my lap. My naked body still on full display. He grins.
"My good …” he leans in, his lips hovering over my own, "psychotic, little girl.”
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nqmonarch · 1 year ago
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Thoughts About Being in a Relationship with HSR Characters
So like we all love to fantasize about being in a relationship with fictional characters but would we want to actually be in one? As a huge fan of the Aeons I did a quick overview. Even though getting into a relationship with one is widely unrealistic (actually impossible because they're video game characters but even in game it's unrealistic).
Warning: This is just for fun
Aha
Wow, Aha is such a goofy Aeon sure the chaos they cause is insane but there's never a dull moment with them around. But like imagine being in the HSR universe and being in a relationship with this Aeon. 99% chance of death (because of a prank), that 1% chance is saved if for some reason you can't be killed.
Literally miserable. You know how you try to have like a normal conversation with your dad, or guy friend, or boyfriend but they just don't take shit seriously. Like they avoid the topic 24/7 because of jokes. Imagine trying to have a serious conversation with this guy, actual terrible experience.
In a modern AU would be one of those prank YouTubers that like pretends to kill your friend as a prank but actually does kill your friend, it's not a prank. Why aren't you laughing?
0/10.
Akivili
If still alive 10/10 in the HSR universe, 9/10 in modern AU. I am down to travel all over the cosmos but since I have a normal life here on Earth I am perfectly happy staying in my room, writing, coding, and drawing. But Akivili would def bring back some banger souvenirs and pictures even if you're just a friend of theirs.
If dead then 10/10 in both.
Fuli
Okay serious question do you think they'd taxidermy their lover? Like I know in HSR there's not really that option (their lover could be one of the memokeepers I guess?) but in Modern AU I feel like they'd taxidermy their lover. I don't know if that's a plus or a negative.
Definitely the kind of Aeon to be hung up on their first love so you better hope you're that first love. Or else they'll be reminiscing over memories and old photos and old videos and constantly comparing them to you-- man that sucks. Probably would take you out to nice dinners though and give you lots of good memories.
In Modern AU I feel like the idea of Fuli gets 10 times more mystical and also 10 times creepier, like someone that tries to record all of the events in the world but also the events happening right now. So historian, journalist combo, except I feel like they would just appear out of nowhere and then just go back to the void and post a bunch of random photos online. They'd definitely have observed their lover before talking to them (likely several times) which is the creepy aspect.
7/10 for the memories.
IX
Actual 10/10 you cannot argue otherwise on this. Okay, you definitely can but 10/10 in my book aside from the fact you die but like you'll either be accepting your death and dying or spend the rest of your life trying to prove IX wrong about the purpose of life.
Wouldn't take you on dates, you'd have to take IX on dates, plan the whole thing out, really fluster them, give them the time of their existence. And IX would sit there like the gentleman... gentlewoman? Gentle creature it is. I feel like they would be very polite :)
In Modern AU I'm pretty sure IX is just your average office worker who hates their life and sees no point to it but for some reason can't die. 9/10. IX loses one point for no longer being a blackhole.
Lan
Honestly... another gentle creature, and like respectfully, very respectfully I would love to take them out on a date. Seems respectful, apparently pays close attention to mortals so there's a higher chance of Lan keeping their lover alive if they're (Lan's lover) a mortal. Pretty sure 90% of the Aeons would accidentally kill a mortal lover.
Just seems very obsessed with their goals and honestly I respect the grind. 8/10, your average grinder. That being said Lan is also absolutely beautiful but I'm not a big horse person.
In Modern AU Lan would be someone that's trying to change the world, one of those go getters. Again very respectful, and cool but would probably work 16 hours a day which makes holding a relationship pretty hard. 7/10.
Mythus
I haven't done Gold and Gears or finished Swarm Disaster but damn Mythus is really hot. Smash. Uh 6/10 because I don't know their personality or even what they represent but they are really beautiful. I like the jellyfish.
Nanook
Aw man, the moment I saw this guy I knew they would haunt my thoughts. And yeah they do. So beautiful from the molten lava, golden eyes, white hair, man if only they didn't have the personality of an absolute asshole. Like I write fanfiction about Nanook sometimes (pretty rarely) and I can say I am literally pulling every possible string I can to make this Aeon a good lover and somewhat in character.
This is just because I like writing lovers that are semi-decent, it's pretty hard when you get to people like Nanook but I do my best. There's no way a relationship with Nanook would work out feasibly because there's no way they'd love you.
But if they did... I don't know, Nanook is still a pretty bad person for trying to kill everything else in the world so I'm gonna have to dock some points for that. Reminds me of the brooding quiet, only soft spot is for you, male lead troupe except Nanook is trying to murder everyone 24/7.
In Modern AU, I don't even know what Nanook would be? An assassin? A serial killer? I can kind of see like a revolution leader cause apparently they were born from the flames of a world in complete destruction and they saw everything as ugly and destruction as the only possible outcome. I can see a twist with Nanook leading a revolution in hopes of creating a more beautiful world but finding destruction as the only possible outcome that will remove the plague known as life.
Even if they loved you, they'd be very busy with their revolution plans, and I feel like you'd probably be caged away somewhere far away from the danger so you'd barely see Nanook if they wanted to keep you alive.
2/10, 2 points for being so FUCKING beautiful. Thanks Hoyoverse for making a character so attractive.
Qlipoth
Okay Qlipoth would be like big puppy partner, you get me. Like golden retriever vibes or uh... that one person that watches over everything to make sure you're safe but not like in the stalker way. Like the government, y'know? Except the government now wants to make sure you're safe! :D
I am a bit thrown off by the fact Qlipoth is a rock but I'm even more thrown back by the IPC. Like they're really fucking annoying (not as individuals I love Topaz and Aventurine) they're like Qlipoth's lil fanclub. They'd also be Qlipoth's fanclub in Modern AU, I'd imagine and I will imagine.
Also they're a bit sus, like I know they're great, but they want to build a wall. What's the wall for, huh?
Anyway as a partner sure they're a rock, and have an annoying fanclub but they'd probably be really caring and would be able to destroy anything that threatens you. I'd imagine it's about the same in Modern AU but destroy anything with money.
Nothing is stronger than money, actually a nuke is but we're going to assume none of the Modern AU versions of the characters would have access to that or make their own because that would change the game.
I'd say 7/10 in both HSR and Modern AU, I don't know they're just kinda sus...
Tayzzyronth
I'm about half way through the swarm disaster and question time--
If insect, why hot? Like I hate bugs, mainly flying ones, but like why is Tayzzyronth half insect half human 100% beautiful? Anyway from what I know they basically became an Aeon because they were lonely and like the last one of their species and honestly, they deserve a hug for that.
Still absolutely terrifying and if you were in a relationship with them you'd probably be smothered with the Swarm which is beyond terrifying. Would be significantly better in Modern AU where they wouldn't have insects around them all the time. 4/10 in HSR and 7/10 in Modern AU.
Xipe
Don't know them but they're so beautiful and with a path like the Harmony they've got to be good, right? Right?
9/10.
Yaoshi
I think Yaoshi is the Aeon I most actively thirst for, like they're so beautiful, and they pull off deranged love so well. They would keep their lover alive until their lover goes insane because of mara. And they're super kind, and empathetic. The threat of becoming mara struck is one I would take just to be in their presence. 10/10.
In Modern AU! they'd be so beautiful, still, like one of those fragile looking beauties that would just approach you randomly and then ask, "Are you in pain?" And it'd be really creepy but because it's Yaoshi it'd be okay and you'd fall in love like instantly. Don't answer yes to the question though. I feel like they'd have mad scientist vibes, probably would do unethical experiments which doesn't really sit right with me. Again, would try to keep their lover alive no matter what but they'd be really nice. 9.5/10.
Alright so I did this in 30 minutes instead of working on my presentation which is due tomorrow and I haven't finished research for.
Again this was just for fun, all of the Aeons have super great designs and are super cool imo :) props to Hoyoverse for this
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nxmelessfighter · 6 months ago
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Tales of the Abyss quote starters
"You can’t go forward if you keep looking back."
"Wow, so you do actually smile on occasion."
"It's not my fault!"
"If it's kill or be killed, then dammit, I'm killing!"
"If it helps, you don't have to think of me as a woman."
"I don’t think it’s necessary to understand everything rationally… Some answers you can only find by letting go…"
"We’ve reached a point where the matter cannot be resolved with words."
"Someday, you may hate me enough to want to kill me. … Or perhaps you already do."
"I'm not sure about 'friend,' but we do have an awkward bond of sorts."
"Don't worry, the worst that could happen is we all die."
"What’s wrong? You look like you just swallowed a bug… Oh, wait, you always look like that."
"You know we're a suspicious lot."
"Unlike in fairy tales, the world doesn’t live happily ever after."
"Flattery won’t get you anywhere with me."
"You better watch your back!"
"You're pretty good at spotting silver linings so long as it's someone else's cloud."
"I swear it's impossible to tell what you're thinking."
"Some answers won’t come no matter how much you think."
"Can you not live unless you were born for some purpose?"
"Save your jokes until after you've won."
"There are no guarantees in this world."
"Don't call me that name. It's no longer mine."
"This isn’t about logic!"
"Is this world really worth that much?"
"In the end, only those of us who are useful are kept alive out of pity."
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