#so let's settle on that one

[heybiji]

Dande sighs, “Man… don’t you ever just wanna go home?” Jalester replies, “A lot,” and Dande says, “You should.” Jalester says, “Maybe I’ll get to. Not yet.” Dande says, “You could after this. Shadowdale…” Jalester says, “Maybe. Maybe you could come with.”

Dande looks at him for a moment before saying, “I feel like we don’t wanna have the same conversation. That’s okay. We’ll just…” He stops, considers, then nods. “No, it’s okay.” Jalester does not press, giving another glance towards Solias and Khari, and the conversation dies away as they watch the fire burn down low.

[pinesorneedles]

buffy is literally the show ever it has schlocky horror and funny looking puppets and the main character is failing out of school and the use of metaphor is so strong in a way that's genuinely nuanced and complex and you can think about different elements of major story points or individual episodes and pick them apart forever and our main girl fucks a house down and there's also an episode where beer turns people into cavemen

[lucabyte]

Different standards

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finarfin Fades.

No one expects it, no one’s faded in Valinor since Miriel. The War of Wrath is won and he comes back, waving off the courtiers, well wishers, and congratulators with his usual grace, and walks into the palace of Tirion. To rooms abandoned since their owners left so long ago. Winding deeper and deeper his feet take him to what was once Finwë’s favourite garden.

He’s so tired.

He’s fulfilled his promise to Fëanaro and Nolofinwë, to avenge them. To make the agony of their final moments - agony Finarfin felt, falling to the floor screaming as fire and darkness consumed his spirit - count for something. Now Morgoth is finally gone, but he’s not the only one.

His brothers, larger than life, larger than death, are gone. With them his sons. Niece. Nephews. Grandchildren. His daughter is never to return. He Saw little Nelyo’s death in his dreams and is sure hopes for the child’s own sake that Makalaurë will be close behind.

Little remains. Even less on these golden shores.

So Finarfin sits on a bench long overgrown with vines and weeds, and watches the sun filter through the thicket, wishing the ghosts he sees in his father’s garden would flesh out.

He sits. He waits.

And by the time anyone finds him, it’s too late.

…at least he’s smiling again.

[welcometothedaddyissuescult]

quite honestly if bruce doesn’t want to kill the joker, the best way for him to deal with him and ensure he never hurts anyone ever again is to build an underground one room bunker that’s soundproof and made of lead in the middle of the sahara or the amazon, drop his ass inside with like 100ish years worth of supplies, weld the door shut, and then walk away. he never tells anyone what he’s done and he never writes it down anywhere. that information lives only in his head because he knows no one will ever be able to torture that information out of him. i think the only person he might have to give a vague heads up to is superman. because if clark sees a underground bunker made of lead he’s definitely checking it out. so, i think bruce would just be like

bruce: hey, clark, just so you know there is an underground bunker in the middle of the amazon and it’s made of lead and it contains the most dangerous thing on the planet. it must never be opened.

and because it’s clark, he would be like: do you know what exactly is inside it?

bruce: yes.

clark: and to keep the world safe, i just have to do nothing and ignore it?

bruce: yes.

clark: okay.

eventually everyone would forget about the joker and on his deathbed, he’d tell dick about the bunker and dick would tell jason. together dick and jason would go and pry it open and just see a very old joker laying in his bed still laughing and without blinking jason would just shoot him in the head, they would reseal the bunker, leave, and never discuss it again.

but that will never happen because of bruce’s dogmatic and immovable morality. he will always catch the joker, he will always give him a trial, and he will always send him back to arkham. but if i got control of dc comics i would make him do this.

[astradyke]

warning this might be a nothing post i'm just a little emotional & rambling but like... i think a lot about hometown showdown and gay and not proud a lot. and i understand this was in the peak of YouTube's fuckery with Dan and disrupting his plans for DINOK so i understand there's like a tension behind a lot of what was ongoing. i also realize that YouTube-- more obviously with hometown showdown-- but generally had strong business rationale for wanting Phil to feature in these videos, with Dan & Phil being the duo of HS and Phil being there in gay and not proud (sorry the acronym for this looks ugly).

but man... i think a lot about how hometown showdown was just kind of a lot of dates. i've not seen the other ones but i hear a lot that they were way more competitive versus Dan and Phil were just casually exploring their hometowns together, showing pieces of themselves to the other. i think about all the dialogue that was cut (that I think was alluded to in WDAPTEO 2?)

and i think about like. the seismic Importance of Phil being in gay and not proud as like... Dan's safe space. the same way he's remote crisis manager, the same way he was part of WAD's pre & post show, the same way he filmed that haircut video basically to promo YWGTTN and Dan is leaving me to talk about WAD. the same way that Dan got a taxi to his place after his nightmare experience at the laundromat to do laundry because "for the first time since I was a tiny child, I actually felt safe."

and after the latest mukbang it's like... it's really insane to me how their personal relationship has continued despite the pressures they've faced as being a comedic influencer duo. the fact that they work as business partners but still have this relationship. the fact that even in these YouTube originals that Dan was resentful of at the time anyway you can still glowingly see how much they love each other. like Phil being in gay and not proud wasn't a cameo, it was a fucking love confession.

i dunno. this is something that's been talked about a Lot but i do think about it frequently. i don't tend to rewatch these specials a lot because Jesus Christ the editing really gets me, but like... idk. "you're next to me in my life," or whatever. 15 years have passed and Phil's still cheerleading for Dan, from his first YouTube video to his first solo tour. i dunno.

[dizzybizz]

an edyn design but i will most definitely futz with the outfit when i have brainjuice for it gill with pretzel babywrap inspired by my brother who listened to maybe half of ep1 and got it in his head that pretzel was tied to his stomach, not on his hip and i screamed when he told me no thoughts head empty sketch of gill pose

[starrysharks]

winter assassin outfit

[wishfulsketching]

Here's some pics of my dog while I rest my hand

She came to me almost seven years ago with a name Nala

[slavhew]

the weather turns cold and he waltzes back into my brain like a symptom

[pilkypills]

I was thinking about what Bofur and Bombur's mother might be like. She's the younger sister of Bifur's father.

I think she's a conscientious and considerate dam that's used to making more out of less and powering through bad circumstances with a smile. Bofur and Bombur's father died while they were still children, leaving her to raise them as a single mother (with Bifur's help, of course). She's worked for most of her life as a cook in a miner's canteen. Her late husband taught her to play the flute, a skill she's passed on to Bofur.

She's kind of thin for a dwarf, a leftover effect of being a sickly child. When Bofur and Bombur were born she was secretly terrified they wouldn't be healthy and, even though they are, she still worries from time to time. She is mostly retired by the time of the Quest, spending most of her time helping Bombur's wife look after her children.

The pet name she uses for Bofur is constructed from the Dwarrow Scholar's technique for creating diminutives, though I can't guarantee I've done it correctly. It means "tiny waterfall", referring to his chatterbox tendencies :)

Bombur's nickname (tiny sparkle) is similar, made and provided by the Dwarrow Scholar in this post here.

[clonerightsagenda]

I rag on Maes Hughes for being chill with genocide but to be *entirely* fair upon a reread, it's not like he's loving it, he's just not particularly haunted by it either. Roy rants about how this is a betrayal of how he joined the military to protect people (mistake number one, dude, seriously) and Maes calls him naive. His reason for fighting is to stay alive. While Roy talks about his dreams of a better future, Maes refers to letters from his girlfriend as his brighter future. He's willing to support Roy's ambitions because Roy's his friend, but he thinks they're childish.

The impression I get is that Hughes has decided he can tolerate atrocities as long as he stays alive and can go home to his loving family, so he leans into that loving family really hard. That's his reward. That's what makes it worth it. Which adds a layer to Envy killing him while disguised as his wife. You can't hold those things separate. If you're a collaborator propping up an awful regime, your family (and you) will still eventually become its victims. The rot at the heart of the nation is wearing your loved one's face.

[cementcornfield]

Some of Tee and Ja'Marr's thoughts on the Tee Situation

Tee said to me 'right now I get to play with one of the, if not the, best quarterbacks in the game, I get to play with one of, if not the, best wide receivers in the game, that opens up so much more for me.' And then he said 'this offense is designed for so many different players to be spotlighted, the way that I am used in this offense so plays to my strengths.' And then he said to me, 'can you guarantee I can have that exact situation anywhere else?'

....

So do I think he's taking a home discount? No. But I do think that he is very very smart, he sees the whole picture out there...

....

It's very easy to compare this situation to what Ja'Marr had at LSU with Joe Burrow and Justin Jefferson. And Ja'Marr has said Tee is very different than Justin Jefferson. That every single minute with Justin Jefferson was a competition. That everything was who makes the more dynamic catch, who has more catches in practice, who runs faster? Everything was that way. Ja'Marr had to speak up and demand the ball a lot at LSU, because so was Justin. Ja'Marr told me that he doesn't have to do that in Cincinnati because Tee, and this is a quote from Ja'Marr, is one of the most unselfish humans you'll ever meet.

[sanjoongie]

Testing the Theory

ღPairing: Director! Park Seonghwa x Professor of Dreams! Reader (f) x Professor of Battle! (General) Hongjoong

ღGenre:��angst, smut

ღTrope: enemies to lovers, exes to lovers

ღAu: Modern Wizardry School au, Professors au, white and black magic au, army au

ღWord Count: 4,507

ღWarnings: magical somnophilia, sex dreams, restraints, pain into pleasure spell, dubcon (roleplaying, the dubcon/cnc is in the roleplay, there is not actual dubious consent), biting, marking, breast play, glove kink, mxm, jerking off, fingering, nipple play, edging, cuckolding, breeding kink, oral kink, penetrative sex with no barrier

ღRated: 18+ MDNI

ღSummary: you literally flee from the truth to stay away from a broken heart but nothing ever stops director park. that's why you may have put him to sleep, but will that really help you?

ღBeta’s: @downtoamagicalland

ღPlaying while writing: Man on Fire, because if that isn't Wizard Director! Hwa, i don't know what is

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“Well well well, seems like I'm not the only one you like to rub into Wooyoung’s face. I'm wounded.”

You whined and buried your face deeper into the pillow. “Seonghwa, why are you yelling?!”

“Oh, believe you me, lover, I'm not yelling. Yet.”

You blinked blearily up at Seonghwa, whose face was a mask of slight amusement but his eyes burned dark. You quickly remembered drinking with Hongjoong and saluting your fallen comrades. And as it turned out, that ‘pillow’ you had been burying your face into was Hongjoong’s chest. 

“Good morning, Reaper,” Hongjoong said in a gravelly morning voice that made your stomach dip.

Seonghwa dipped his head in a cordial acknowledgement. “General.”

“What time is it?” You croaked.

“The sun has risen,” Seonghwa informed you.

“If I'm not late for class, why the hell are you here, Director Park?”

Seonghwa laughed, dry and sarcastic. “I was worried. After yesterday morning, I worried for you. Then I heard you took your last class off and I worried for you. Then I found out that Professor Kim had specially requested his Lieutenant to speak to his students. How cute. And then I overheard our very favourite student talk about how he was pretty sure the professor of dreams and the professor of battle had fucked. Imagine my surprise when I sent out a location demon and it brought me to this spot, this place, with you two cozied up like you never broke each other’s hearts.”

Hongjoong sat up, letting you slip away. “We didn't do anything, Seonghwa,” he insisted.

“Did she let you comfort her when she was hurting?” Seonghwa demanded quietly.

“We didn't fuck, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong insisted again.

Seonghwa’s eyes shone with an intensity that made your mouth dry. “I didn't ask that.”

You got out of bed and found your heels. “I didn't tell him about my dream,” you aimed at Seonghwa, well aware of what he was subtly referring to. 

“What dream?” Hongjoong snapped. He didn't understand the situation and it was fraying his nerves.

You raised an eyebrow at Seonghwa and he blew out a bit of his anger. “See? And so much for you being able to share,” you mocked the director.

“Now wait a fucking minute,” Hongjoong interrupted, his anger full blown now. 

“My apologies, General. It seems I've gotten my panties in a twist,” Seonghwa said dryly.

You made your way towards the door when Hongjoong called you out. “Where are you going?”

“I want something greasy to eat,” You said.

“Now you may be able to get away with not telling Seonghwa about your dream but I know better. You speak with your subconscious in your dreams. What has it been telling you?” Hongjoong asked.

“Nothing.”

Seonghwa sat down on the bed and crossed his legs. “She woke up with a gasp. She said she had a bad dream.”

“How bad, Lieutenant?” Hongjoong growled.

You swallowed. “I woke up. It's fine.”

Seonghwa’s eyes followed your back and forth like it was titillating. “What does that mean?”

“It means her dreams were always dangerous when we were at war. They usually told her just how much in danger she was. Except they also almost killed her. That's why she started sleeping with me. At first, it was for the sex, to stay awake. Later, it was because I never slept and could wake her in case the dreams became… violent. So I will ask you again, Lieutenant, how bad?”

“I couldn't breathe,” You admitted.

“Is that why you told me you needed some room to breathe?” Seonghwa questioned.

“If you're feeling the danger already��?” Hongjoong appeared deep in thought. “Does that mean we don't have much time?”

Your lie to Hongjoong was convenient at this moment. He never knew that your similar bad dreams about Hongjoong correlated with your heart and not the war. You didn't want either of them to know the truth.

“They're not violent yet,” You said hesitantly, “So there might still be time.”

“So you’re saying we need to start ensuring she shares a bed with one of us?” Seonghwa clarified towards Hongjoong.

You were almost at the door when Hongjoong snapped at you again. “You put one hand on that doorknob and I will have you on your back so fast you won’t know what happened,” Hongjoong growled at you.

There was the man that had been your Captain. You whipped around, feeling like a trapped animal at this moment. “I will push you so far into a dream that you won’t wake up until a century passes,” You snarled right back.

Seonghwa looked wary. “Can she do that?”

“Wanna find out?” You wet your lips, preparing for the spell that was on the tip of your tongue.

“Yes, Seonghwa, if she’s having violent dreams, she’s going to need some supervision,” Hongjoong opted to respond instead.

“Seonghwa can have one of his demon’s watch over me while I sleep,” You dismissed the notion immediately. You didn’t want that but you really didn’t need the alternative. The dreams were only going to get more violent if that happened.

Hongjoong’s wheels turned in his head and you didn’t like the way he was studying you. “You know for someone who was a part of the Intelligence Corp, you lie for shit, Lieutenant.”

“Well, excuse me for not wanting two men hovering over me like I’m a damsel in distress!”

“Lover…” Seonghwa looked wistful. “That’s not it.”

“Let her rage, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong shook his head. “Stubborn until the day she dreams forever, that’s the Lieutenant.”

Except Seonghwa never knew how to stop. Or maybe he did and refused to. Seonghwa always pushed until he was satisfied. 

The director stepped up to your form, his lanky body slightly looming over you. He curved a hand fondly over the side of your face. “Why couldn't you breathe in your dream?”

“I would like some food now, please. Even if it’s not Wooyoung’s.” You refused to meet Seonghwa’s gaze.

“You’ll get fed when you answer the question,” Seonghwa insisted softly but firmly.

“Then I’ll starve,” You muttered. “Am I free to go now, General?” You said Hongjoong’s title like it was an insult.

“You’re dismissed, Mistress of Dreams,” Hongjoong said with a sharp jerk of his chin. 

You ripped out of Seonghwa’s grasp and stomped down the stairs of the inn. 

“Have a happy--?” San’s eyes wandered after you and stopped talking suddenly. “Seonghwa, when did you get here?”

“I don’t understand!” Seonghwa called after you as your heels clipped along the stones towards the school. “Why is that dream so important for you to not tell me the details?”

“Let it go, Seonghwa,” You shouted back. 

For once, you wished you had Hongjoong’s speed.

“I won’t,” Seonghwa refused. “Why wouldn’t you tell me that your dreams could get violent like that?”

“It’s none of your damn business!” You refused to answer his questions.

“You, Mistress of Dreams, are starting to get on my nerves,” Seonghwa growled. “What do you mean it’s none of my business. I care about you!”

“That’s the problem!” You screeched. “Stop caring.”

“What’s wrong, Lover?” Seonghwa crooned. He practically stalked you, walking with his hands in his pockets, like you were prey and he a large cat. “Afraid you’ll catch feelings too?”

Not when that had already happened. “It’s annoying. It’s a weight I’d rather not carry.”

“Good thing I’m strong enough for the both of us then,” Seonghwa dismissed you within a moment's notice.

You were at your wits end. “No, Seonghwa, you are not strong enough for the two of us! You get hurt with every barbed phrase I send your way. You got jealous finding Hongjoong and I cuddling. You have left your heart open and vulnerable and it’s going to get ripped from your chest.”

“I get hurt but I can endure it! Because I--”

“You fucking say those words and I will resign!” You threatened.

That caused Seonghwa to actually pause. “You wouldn’t.”

“You have no idea how desperate I am right now,” You heaved.

Seonghwa’s face was stormy again. “It’s his fault isn’t it? He’s scarred your heart so badly that you don’t have room to heal. If I could go back in time and wring his scrawny little neck and steal you for myself--”

“Would you have killed me?” You interrupted him.

“...what?” Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Do you know how many of your comrades died because I ate their dreams and they never woke up? How do you know it wasn’t me that kept your beloved Captain in a dreamless state so that Hongjoong could kill her? I was integral to the war, Seonghwa. I could be dead at your hands if you had known who I was. Don’t speak of stupid what-if’s, they never help. I am in charge of my heart and I’m saying I don’t want you to have a piece of it.” You stared at Seonghwa as the sun filled the sky slowly but surely. 

“Let me watch over you as you sleep, Dreameater” Seonghwa begged.

The nickname you had acquired from your enemies almost slapped you in the face. “You are fucking tiring,” You spat. “Leave me alone, Director.”

“You're… more angry today. More angry than normal. Please, tell me something. Anything,” Seonghwa begged.

You sighed heavily. If Seonghwa wasn’t going to leave you alone then… drastic times call for drastic measures. 

You walked back towards where Seonghwa was standing behind you. You muttered the Chinese word for sleep, invoking the bedchamber goddess Chuángmǔ, and pressed two fingers to Seonghwa’s forehead. 

“Wha..?” Seonghwa mumbled and then fell asleep where he stood. 

You barely caught him before he slumped over, letting out a loud ‘oof’. “Could your shoulders be any broader?” You said to absolutely no one. 

You invoked next the Celtic Goddess Cerridwen, using some Welsh to command Seonghwa to walk. You kept a step behind him in case he stumbled, but you intended to walk him right to his bedroom and leave him there until he woke up the next morning. Maybe you’d even stop by Mingi’s office and let him know the director was down with a bad headache for the day. 

You steered Seonghwa all the way to his bed and it took but a slight push to his back and he collapsed onto his bed. You contemplate leaving him like that, just to make a point, but then that feeling of Nightmare Seonghwa suffocating you resurfaced and you shook your head. You did not need to be the reason that man died, despite the many times you had threatened him with it.

You climbed on the bed. You pushed and pulled to move the lanky man to his back, gasping and sweating at the labor. 

You looked down to admire your progress and then felt a pang in your chest. Whether it was from the guilt of using your powers selfishly or from the view below you, that was uncertain. But you pushed a strand of Seonghwa's hair out of his face nonetheless.

Somehow, without his ability to smirk and poke at you, he seemed younger, and more innocent, as he laid there sleeping. 

“Why must you be such a pushy, insufferable man?” You muttered to yourself.

Still, he was quite handsome, lying there, small puffs of air leaving those pink, plush lips. 

You already have gone this far… Maybe it was worth taking one more step and seeing what Seonghwa was dreaming about? That way he'd take you more seriously and stop pushing you so much.

You closed your eyes, still straddling Seonghwa on his bed and simply stepped into the other plane that was your playground. 

💭😴💤Inside Seonghwa’s dream💭😴💤

You couldn't help but stiffen as you took in the scene that you had opened your eyes to. You were well familiar with the layout of the Black Magic User’s encampment. The Dark tents that appeared more like a traveling circus than an army. You had been here many many times in many many dreams. But you had simply been an observer, not a participant. This time was different.

Goddamn it, Park Seonghwa, you thought to yourself.

You were in the tight, white uniform from your days in the civil war. You were ‘hanging’ in the air by the many demon hands Seonghwa had used on you before in his bedroom at Twilight Academy. You never actually supposed he used them on the enemy as a weapon--or a means of torture.

“Now, Lieutenant, I would like the answer to my question,” The Reaper purred as he stalked around you.

The white haired Director you had fallen into bed with was vastly different from the legend that Hongjoong had once defeated. This one had dark hair held in a bun at the top of his head. He sported the dark green uniform of the opposition. You had to admit, he still looked handsome in severe clothing. Perhaps the uniform was the reason he flaunted his fashion nowadays.

If you didn’t want Seonghwa to wake up, you now had to play into this fantasy. You sent a small prayer to Shai, the Egyptian god of fortune, to send good luck your way. You were going to need it. 

You painted a bored expression on your face. “I drowned you out ages ago, what is it that you’ve been bothering me about?”

Seonghwa took a step closer in his shiny black boots. “Give up your Captain to me and this charade can come to a close.”

It took everything in you to not roll your eyes. Of course he would be dreaming of this. 

“I’m loyal to The White Magic Users and to my Captain. You’ll never get me to turn, you despicable, high-handed, dirty--”

A demon hand suddenly clamped over your mouth, halting your plethora of negative adjectives. It didn’t surprise you that Seonghwa simply wanted to hear himself speak in his own dream. He often did that in the real world as well.

Seonghwa leaned in to whisper into your ear suggestively. “If you won’t willingly give up the information, I have other means of getting them.”

Goosebumps dotted your skin. You knew that Seonghwa would never harm you but this was a dream. There was a chance that Seonghwa could be so deep in his subconsciousness that he was reverting back to the days of the war. Perhaps--

“Means that I believe we will both enjoy,” Seonghwa continued. 

His demon's hands began to simultaneously undo the buttons for your high neck jacket and pull up your tight skirt. 

Oh god, you were trapped in a sex dream with The Reaper.

You struggled in your restraints but that only made Seonghwa smile amusedly. “Must you maintain the air that you don’t want this? Because I know you do.”

Seonghwa’s gloved hand moved to leisurely cup your mound and pressed against your hole through your underwear. When he brought his hand to his mouth and licked it, his smile bloomed into a grin. “See? Wet and ripe, just for me.”

Your muffled arguments dotted the air but Seonghwa deigned to keep the demon hand over your mouth. You had no one to curse but yourself, for being curious as to what exactly Seonghwa had been dreaming about. In your attempt to escape him and banish him to sleep you had effectively trapped yourself with him as well. You were an idiot.

The demon hands that had exposed you were now working on massaging both your breasts through your chemise under your jacket. You moaned against the demon hand still gagging you. Seonghwa’s eyes lit up at the sound. 

“Pretty noises for me already, Dreameater? I think I will very much enjoy playing with you.”

You glared daggers at Seonghwa but that only seemed to make his pupils blow. He physically grabbed your face and turned it to the side so he could lick a long strip along your neck. He moaned wantonly at the taste of the anger on your skin. Some things never changed. 

The reaper fell to his knees to lick and suck along the exposed skin of your stomach. He rolled his eyes upwards to look at you, as his tongue circumvented your belly button and moved lower. He nipped and sucked, making all kinds of marks on your skin. 

The demon hands pulled and tweaked your nipples into stiff peaks through your chemise. You couldn't help but press your thighs together, looking to relieve some pressure that was building there. That did not escape the Reaper’s notice. 

He clucked his tongue. “Now, we can’t have that. Do you need something, Lieutenant?”

Your lips pressed to a thin line even when the demon hand lifted from your face.. “I have nothing to say to you,” You insisted.

“No? That’s too bad,” Seonghwa said with pretend sympathy. 

His lips jumped over your scrunched up skirt and then he groaned loudly when he pushed your thighs apart and pushed his face into your underwear. 

“This is my favourite place to be,” He whispered to himself.

Why did this man have to be so obsessed with you? He made you want to break all the oaths you swore to yourself after the civil war ended. He wasn’t good for your heart. 

You were pulled from your inner turmoil when Seonghwa ripped your underwear right off your body. “Look at how wet you are for me, Lieutenant. Is your Captain not satisfying you?”

You turned your nose upwards. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Seonghwa shook his head. “Ah, still stubborn as always. Lucky for me, I know how to get you to sing.”

Seonghwa’s voice went deep as he called on Freyr, and when you saw a boat drift upwards, you knew you were in deep shit. Seonghwa was using the spell he had originally cast on you, the one that turned pain into pleasure.

Still, you had to play into your role. “What kind of black magic curse did you just cast on me?” You growled as you struggled in the hold of the demon hands. 

Seonghwa chuckled lowly and then bit into the flesh part of your thigh. You felt your lower half flood with desire and you whimpered at the pleasure one simple bite did for you. 

“Did you like that?” Seonghwa crooned. “Did that make you clench down on nothing? I can help you with that. You just have to tell me exactly where your Captain is and I can make you feel so good.”

“Never,” You said through gritted teeth.

Thus started Seonghwa biting into every inch of your left thigh, leaving teeth marks everywhere. And when he ran out of flesh, he only moved to the other thigh. You were eventually panting and desperate, whining at the desire that was thrumming through your body. 

His gloved hand ran along your folds, sweeping up any wetness that pooled there and then he sucked on his fingers. The motions did nothing for your desire for he didn’t enter your hole nor did he touch your clit. 

“Don't you want my gloved fingers inside of you, lover?” Seonghwa continued to tempt you in a sing-song voice. “Don't you want my glorious tongue exploring your folds? I know they warned good little magic users about us. They did it for good reason. We will give into all your baser desires. All you have to do is give up your Captain, and he'll trade places with you. He can be tortured and tempted while I make sweet love to your body.”

“Seong--seonghwa,” You whimpered pathetically. 

The Reaper stood tall in order to lean in so his ear was pressed up against your lips. “Tell me.”

You licked the shell of his ear and he shivered delicately from the motion. “Go. To. Hell,” You whispered.

Seonghwa let out a noise that was part laugh and part groan. “I thought I could break you. Oh well.”

Seonghwa’s voice went high and sweet as he called on Hermes. One second you were being held and groped by Seonghwa’s demon hands, and the next, you were in Seonghwa’s arms and Hongjoong was being held and groped by the demon hands.

Your eyes went wide at the view: the demon hands were pulling aside Hongjoong’s jacket only to grope and tug at his nipples. Another palmed him through his pants and massaged his balls. If Hongjoong appeared as an absolute wreck, then what was your fate?

“See, Lieutenant? See how he enjoys being tortured so? You needn't protect him from me. You were both made for me,” Seonghwa cooed as he pressed his cheek to yours, his stance behind you. 

Is this truly what Seonghwa wanted? Or was it his guilty pleasure? His way to work through his trauma from the civil war? Unless you actually asked him, you wouldn't get an answer, and even so, you were pretty sure he wouldn't give you a straight one.

You turned in Seonghwa’s grasp, and whimpered, “Mercy. Please, clemency for us both.” You made two fists in Seonghwa’s uniform.

Seonghwa smoothed his hands over your fists, flattening them against his chest. He smiled so fondly down at you, that you had a hard time keeping his gaze. “You know I’d do anything for you, lover.”

The demon hands stopped their motions on Hongjoong and he whined. “What’s going on?”

Seonghwa smirked. “Your lieutenant has asked for clemency.”

Hongjoong’s form trembled. “I want more.”

Seonghwa cocked his head. “The question is, what do you want, Lieutenant?”

It was your turn to tremble in Seonghwa’s arms. You could let go just this once, right? Just for this dream, so that Seonghwa’s conscience wouldn’t figure out this wasn’t his dream version of you but the real you invading his dreams. “If Hongjoong--”

Seonghwa clucked his tongue in disappointment. “What did I just say?”

“Seonghwa.”

“Yes, Lover?”

“Please…?” Your mouth was dry and your heart beat to a rhythm that you were sure wasn’t good for you. 

“What is it that you want?” Seonghwa purred.

“Please give us what we want.”

Seonghwa chuckled lowly. “Oh no, you’ll have to do much better than that.”

“Take me in front of Hongjoong and edge him with your demon hands,” You whispered.

Seonghwa shivered, you could feel it, from head to toe. “As you wish.”

Seonghwa turned you around, so that you could watch all the ways his demon hands were torturing Hongjoong. Hongjoong’s hips pushed against one hand that was fisting his cock. Another was behind him, fucking him full of demon fingers. Two hands massaged his chest, taking their time to flick his nipples when the time was right. Nothing muffled his cries, which was probably for the best, because the way that Hongjoong was panting with his tongue out had to be one of your favourite views of him.

They continued to molest your captain as Seonghwa plunged into you from behind. He kept one hand on your hip, keeping you in place so that he could fuck you, and then two fingers inside of your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his digits obediently. Your breasts bounced with each thrust into you. 

“See, I told you that you two were meant for me,” Seonghwa growled. “See how wet you both are for me? Whining and wanting more. Brats, the both of you, needing to be put in your place. You two are mine and that’s how it will be.”

Hongjoong’s cries grew into a crescendo; high pitched and pretty, when Seonghwa’s demon hands halted their progress. His shoulders heaved and sweat dropped down his chest and off his face. 

“Again,” Hongjoong said, his voice croaking. 

The demon hands started back up again and Hongjoong moaned in relief.

Seonghwa removed his fingers from your mouth and pressed the wet digits to your clit. Then he bit into your shoulder. The triple stimulation of Seonghwa fucking you good, rubbing your clit and the bite was more than enough to bring you over the edge of destruction. You screamed his name as you spiraled into the pleasure zipping through your nerves.

The Reaper held himself inside of you and bit down even harder onto your shoulder, spurting inside of you. You would have screamed bloody murder if not for the reminder that you couldn't get pregnant, this was just a dream. His tongue lathed at his marks and he slowly thrusted through his high. 

“What cute little white and black magic user babies we’ll make,” Seonghwa sighed.

Your view began to get cloudy, and the edge of the frame of the tent began to fall away like sand sifting down an opening. The dream was complete, and Seonghwa was regaining consciousness. Thank god, because you did not like where this was going. Why did he always bring up the babies?

💭😴💤Seonghwa’s Dream Done💭😴💤

The dream had ended and you were free. From the dream, at least. Seonghwa groaned when he woke up. A sleepy, happy smile pulled at his features when he felt your soft form against his. “Good morning, Lover.”

You mumbled nonsense and sat up. 

Seonghwa’s eyes widened in alarm. “What exactly did we get up to that we are waking up in this state?”

You were fully dressed but straddling the director. You winced because you could feel the wet spot on your underwear where you had climaxed in Seonghwa’s dream. Seonghwa must be feeling a similar situation inside of his pants. You did your best to not wince guiltily. 

“We were both tired after our… discussion. You suggested a calming nap and I agreed to such before classes started.” Completely avoiding the question of course. Did that bugger not remember his own dream? After everything you did to endure it?!

Seonghwa quirked an eyebrow at you. “A nap? In the morning? You?”

You avoided his gaze. “It was a peace offering after finding me in bed with Hongjoong. I wanted to show you that I could find comfort in your arms as well.” 

That was not a lie you wanted to tell, or a seed you wanted to plant, but you knew Seonghwa would latch onto it. 

You almost felt bad when Seonghwa’s face broke out into an even happier smile and then he was hugging you back down to his chest, the way he found you when he woke up. “Are you compromising for little ol’ me, Dreameater?”

“Pretty noises for me already, Dreameater? I think I will very much enjoy playing with you.”

A shudder ran through you, that memory of Seonghwa’s dream unable to be shaken from your mind. “Seonghwa,” You growled in warning.

Seonghwa laughed merrily and then kissed you on the crown of your head. “Let’s get cleaned up and ready for classes today.”

Seonghwa rolled you to your back and he stood up. His demon hands moved around, grabbing toiletries and a new outfit today. You had to remain lying on your back because even the damn demon hands were triggering.

What the hell did you just get yourself into now?

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Still thinking about this by the way

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me, looking at the most toxic, awful, horrendously unhealthy fictional relationship in the world: why can't i have what they have? :(