#were all in this cell together 🖤

[baphmochii]

Inmate Sal x f!reader ~ PenPal (HC's)

18+/CW: SFW with a dash of NSFW. PenPal turned Romantic. Reader is female and of age (adult).

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This is something I thought of and I'm hoping it doesn't turn out awful. I know that no one's perfect when it comes to writing anything but.. *exhale* here we go.

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✯ (How it Started): You're close friend had told you about inmate penpal's, they would read you their letters of what their penpal would write and it sparked an interest if you wanting to have a penpal.

✯ After getting set up and registering for a penpal, to your luck you manage to get Sal. It started off as (surprisingly) friendly back and forth conversation. It felt as if you were talking with an old friend you haven't seen in years, you would write Sal about your day, what you plans you had, college and other normie things. Sal would write to you about his day and what goes on in prison. (ex: riots, stabbings, etc.) The usual of what happens in a prison.

✯ You would eventually send Sal a photo of yourself after some time of talking and getting to know each other via letters, you slipped your photo in with the most recent letter you sent off to him. Once he got that letter and opened it, seeing your gorgeous face.. something changed in him.

✯ Sal was infatuated with you. Truth behold.. Sal was starting to gain feelings for you, strong romantic and sexual feelings. To admit, there were a few times Sal beat his cock silly to the photo of you, he felt shame afterwards, perverted too. He would imagine that it was you on your hands and knees, sucking his thick cock, taking it as deep as it would go down your tiny throat. The things he wanted to do to you... and you didn't even know it. Yet.

✯ Sal would manage to send a photo of himself to you (making a trade with another inmate), he would also slip his photo into his recent letter he sent off to you. Once you got it, you got to see him. Yes, you've seen mugshots of him before but that was along time ago and this was recent. He was.. handsome, he looked quite mysterious. His prosthetic made you feel.. tingly. You wanted to see more of him, especially his face. That would be asking for too much.

✯ The both you would still have conversations but there would also be.. "interesting" conversation. You would engage first with the explicit talk: "I have to be honest Sal.. I played with myself to your photo. I really want you inside of me, I really.. just want you to break me til' I'm unable to walk or form a sentence." You wrote in one letter. In return, Sal would praise you, call you his "good girl", his. Only his.

. . "You make me go feral inside of my cell. You're all I can think about, day and night, princess. I really want to feel your skin, you look so soft." . .

. . "In the showers when I'm alone. All I can think about is wanting to shower with you, our bare skin pressed together as we get each other clean." . .

. . "How are you doing today, princess? Did you remember to eat today? How were your finals today, too? I hope you did your best on it, you're my smart girl." . .

✯ I forgot to mention: Aside from the usual conversation and sexual talk/teasing of each other. Sal would regularly make sure you were eating, making your bed, brushing your teeth, just overall genuinely caring about you. Sal doesn't see you as his "little fuck toy" he sees you as his princess. His precious girl to care for you, he desperately wishes he wasn't behind bars so he can be with you. Sal has never felt this way in a long time with anyone, he's been through so much. Sal is quite surprised you feel the same way towards him.

✯ Being in love with an inmate and yes, a murderer despite him not having a choice. You loved the man, you shared personal things with him, shared many things with him actually. If only there was a way to get him out, to get him his freedom he deserved so badly.

✯ In your recent letters, you and Sal scheduled a meetup at Nockfell Prison. You two would finally see each other face-to-face for the first time. It made the both your hearts beat and flutter like there was no tomorrow, he had so much to tell you and you, the same. You'd finally be able to see his beautiful face (even if it's his prosthetic). It was a face you'd grow to love.

... Bonus!!🎉 (18+) 🥵

✯ Remember how you and Sal would send each other photos yourselves? Well, yes, the both of you would send naughty pictures to each other too.

✯ Sal loved when you would send photos of your naked body. He yearned to touch your curves, feel your breasts and squeeze them in his large hands. He wanted to feel every inch of you.

✯ I do think at one point Sal had manage to photograph his cock (a dick pic lol) and when you saw the image - THIS MAN IS HUNG. You always wondered how big or what it looked like but, the guy is big (8inches).

✯ Ah sending each other naughty pics was what got both of you through your days. Sal made a private folder (somehow) of all the naked/lewd pics of you, his girl. His little shrine~

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Phew! I hope I did good at writing this, this was all off the top of my head but I really wanted to write a penpal turned romantic type of thing, I guess? If you all want more or wanna ask questions (it can be SFW/NSFW questions)

Reblogs are greatly appreciated ❤️

Inbox is Open - 24/7 - SFW/NSFW Asks/Questions are Allowed ❤️

- Aki✯

[mosaickiwi]

Hi again! Hope you've been doing okay!

First off I just wanna say that you always deliver, I mean "Fall Unto Me"?? Four part+an epilogue of me being torn between wanting to baul my eyes out and wanting to melt into a puddle from the feels :')

But as for the request, could I ask for Angel and [REDACTED] redecorating his appartment? Getting rid of the gaudy furniture once and for all!

Don't forget to drink water and take breaks whenever you need to! My brain is also 105% filled with this skrunkly but the trick is to keep two neurons in a cell reserved for this >:] /silly

HEHE I’ve been ok! Hope you are too!! <3 thank u for appreciating my (deranged) brainrotting fic c: the suffering is my favorite part. I’m drinking lots of water cause summer hates my ass. 💖 Also sorry this is long I am clearly not winning at the "be normal" challenge.

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

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Redecorating

“This one?”

The dark haired man peered at the laptop in your hands for a long moment. “It's… nice.”

“Yes…? You called the last three couches nice, too. Any other thoughts?” You gently goaded your partner.

Choosing new furniture with [REDACTED] was supposed to be easy. You'd pick something, and he'd agree. Except you wanted it to feel like home for both of you. He didn't have to say the mushy, obvious line: as long as you were there, it was home. So progress was challenging with some things. You were sitting together on the current couch—the ugly, lifeless one that came with his apartment for some reason. 

His brow crinkled as he searched for different words. Those soft blue eyes went back and forth across the screen until he said, “It’s cozy yet functional.”

“Did you just summarize the description to me?”

He confessed to the crime with a sigh. “Angel, all I think when I look at it is you. And how cute you'd look sitting on it. Like y’do right now.”

“I'm always cute. Focus on the couch, please. Not me,” you insisted.

“No promises.”

“Let's see…” You had to find some way to get through to them. An idea came to mind that you knew he wouldn't like very much, but you had to try. “Pretend we're not dating. Or maybe I don't exist? You come home—don't make that face! I said pretend—so, you come home after a very terrible day and you see this couch. Is it nice then?”

[REDACTED] still made that face as he answered you. “Annoying as fuck to clean.”

It was progress. You didn't want to dwell on why that would be what they thought about after getting home. “Did the first one I showed you seem annoying to clean?”

“Mm... a bit.” They reached forward to change the webpage back for another look. “Y’never showed me these.” 

You leaned over to see what he was talking about. There were a few humongous bean bag chairs on the furniture wish list you’d made. “I just thought they looked fun to take a nap in. But I’m not sure we’d both fit, so it’d be silly," you explained and tapped the mouse to continue skimming through your other selections. “We can think about the couch later. I found some wall art that doesn’t look like it came from a dentist’s office.”

His eyes carefully followed the scrolling page until the bean bags disappeared at the bottom of the screen, but he didn’t protest.

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The new furniture had arrived—and been efficiently assembled by your boyfriend, despite your protest—while you were at the library, so you were excited to get home. [REDACTED] held one hand over your eyes as he unlocked the apartment’s door.

“I already know what all the furniture looks like, Ren.” Even so, you didn’t wave their hand away.

You could hear the door click as he guided you into the foyer. “I may have added a few extra things,” he hummed while you blindly struggled and failed to take off your shoes. “Actually… close your eyes f’me.”

“O—kayy?!” Just as you closed your eyes the floor slipped away under you, replaced by familiar arms cradling you to their chest. His quiet footsteps barely echoed against the marble as you got your wits about you. The living room wasn’t that far, so you were certain where he took you without seeing anything. You just didn’t know where exactly in the room.

They turned and came to a stop, rooted in place for a moment as if thinking to themself. “Y’gonna scream if I drop you?” 

“...Yes. Maybe.”

Without another word he let go. There wasn’t enough time to scream as you immediately landed against plush fabric with the faint crinkle of something below it. The fabric crinkled some more as you felt your shoes being taken off.

“Can I open my eyes yet?” you asked. You could already tell what one of the ‘extra things’ was. It felt like heaven.

“Sure, love.” Their voice was a little farther away than you expected. Probably from hurrying to put your shoes in the closet.

You found yourself nestled on one side of the room, with a perfect view of his handiwork.

A couch that was easy to clean, in a color you insisted he decide on, draped with a luxurious looking blanket that wasn’t in your list. A coffee table with rounded corners so they wouldn’t keep hitting their leg on it. Some wall art of Attack on Giants—with extra pieces from a show you sort of recognized, but definitely suited the man's tastes. A few shelves to show off merchandise from another of your favorites. And the enormous, navy blue bean bag he’d so rudely dropped you in moments ago.

Your darling hacker stepped in from the foyer and tossed their hoodie onto the new couch. “Everything good?” he asked, piercings pulling up in a smile.

“I think I love it.” Your eyes scanned the room again and eventually landed on the pictures. “And I love that you added your own stuff.” It didn’t seem to be a clone of your apartment that he just happened to live in, like you worried about. “What about you?”

“S’better than before. ‘Course, the best part is that I don’t have t’see some shitty couch when I open the door—I get to come home to you, trapped in a bean bag.” He stood up and walked over, eyeing you playfully from above. “Comfortable?”

You nodded, then immediately yelped when he fell forwards. Just before you were squished, he caught himself on tattooed arms, caging you in the crinkly, soft material. You only felt some of their weight on you like a heavy blanket. A soft laugh slipped past your lips as he got comfortable himself, clinging to you as best he could while you both sank further into the depths of the bean bag. It’d be impossible to get out.

You wiggled your legs, straining to even find the damn floor. No doubt a futile effort, you had to sigh, “At least we both fit on it."

[REDACTED] didn’t speak, already yawning from the exhaustion of setting everything up before meeting you at work. The walk to and from the library certainly didn’t do him any favors, either. In a matter of seconds, he was fast asleep in what surely felt akin to a nest, all four lanky limbs wrapped around you like a snake.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

May I ask for some rindou (preferably jail time or before they joined their gang, I’ve never seen em) headcanons please? I trust on your work a 100% it’s GORG 🗣️🔥🔝🔛🙏🏻🤘🏻⛓️🖤🦅

Sure! I was trying to hit the spot between him meeting Izana at juvie and his early childhood so these are all based kinda around there.

Only attended school to show off in some of the sports clubs like wrestling

Frequently went off without Ran and beat people up just to try and show he didn't need his brother

Wanted to be a delinquent to gain respect and because he enjoys fighting

Actually never even considered that he would be caught and go to jail.

Always very quiet and frowns a lot, people frequently tried to avoid him

Snuck into the clubs in Roppongi to witness the music and atmosphere 

He thought about playing an instrument before deciding on wanting to be a DJ

Stole a lot, he has expensive tastes.

While in juvie he had to console Ran after their heads were shaved 

At one point when he was younger he actually did try to join a gang but was instead beaten up by them. After that he decided all he needed was his brother

Parents aren't around, sometimes he thinks he misses them

Their matching tattoos was actually a birthday present from Ran.

Refuses to participate in the cleaning time at school

He once tried a cigarette in the bathrooms at school and coughed so much that Ran laughed at him

Him and Ran beat up a tonne of guys when they first arrived at juvie

He's always been annoyed at Ran for stealing his opponent that day but has never said anything about it.

Him and Ran were actually assigned to different cells but they beat up all their cellmates until they were placed together 

Used to drive his motorbike to school even though he was frequently told off for it 

Was definitely expelled (along with Ran) from at least one school 

Has a bunch of trophies from competitions he's won (most of those are from when he was younger though since he stopped competing because he dislikes the rules)

And finally, he got a lot of perks in juvie because Ran kept manipulating the guards into giving them stuff.

[dandelions-143]

Decode (Happy Ending) part 3

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Part 2

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Pairing: non idol Minho x f!reader x non idol Jisung

Wk: 2223k

Warnings: none really, kind of ends up fluffy and sweet.

Summary: Y/n and Minho have been trying to get Jisung back into their lives for months now. One day Jisung decides to hear them out but, these two not only apologize to him.. they confess their feelings and intentions for him…

A/n: I kind of feel like this may have been a bit of a flop… I kind of rushed this one. I didn’t want to keep dragging this series out so I decided to end it simple and sweet but, I hope you enjoy, darlings 🖤let me know what you think in the comments.

It had been months since you had seen jisung in person. You never let a day go by without texting him a few times or calling him. At first your texts and calls went unanswered but, slowly he began to reply with one or two words then he began to answer your calls.

Those calls never lasted long. It was usually you begging to see him so you could talk in person and Jisung would just flat out tell you no or tell you to stop calling him. You never stopped.

Then one day something shifted and instead of shutting you down he actually held a conversation with you. He still didn’t want to see you but, he allowed you to ask him how he was and he told you. He even asked you the same.

You felt like he had to miss you as well and maybe.. just maybe Jisung would be able to forgive you and let you back in.

The phone calls continued, growing in length and detail. Jisung even began to crack jokes here and there with you but, he still wouldn’t allow you to come see him. You would take whatever you could get at this point.

As for Minho he was convinced that their friendship was over. He felt that Jisung would never allow him back into his life.

You and Minho stayed close throughout all of this. You still had feelings for Minho but, you two kept it strictly platonic. Jisung was the most important thing to you two now.

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You were lying on your bed watching the rain come down outside, painting your windows in little rivers of rain water. Your cell phone pressed to your ear, “Um, how’s Minho been?” Jisungs question came out unsure.. almost timid.

You stayed quiet at first, shocked he had even asked about Minho. “Well, he’s okay. He misses you. He misses you so much, Ji.” You bit your bottom lip waiting for him to say anything but, all you heard was his soft steady breathing.

“Can we come see you sometime? To.. talk about things? I know you have refused to speak about what happened but, I think we need to. All three of us.” You closed your eyes willing him to agree to meeting up. It was the only way things would get better.

“Okay.” Jisungs deep voice broke the silence and you instantly sat up, your hair a mess as it fell all around you. “You said yes? Really? Okay!” You didn’t mean to sound so excited but you couldn’t help it. “When can we meet you and where?” You blurted out. Jisung huffed out a small laugh and you felt your tight chest loosen up just a little.

He was laughing.. you smiled to yourself.

So now.. here you were in Jisungs home, sitting on his black leather sofa, staring wide eyed at him. He sat directly across from you, his hair longer now, darker too. His eyes were those same big doe eyes you loved so much. His golden skin a bit deeper now that it was summer. He was so handsome…Ugh.. you just wanted to reach out and wrap your arms around him.

Minho sat next to you, a few inches of space between you. You could tell Minho was extremely nervous. He kept bouncing his leg and sliding his hands together, leaning forward on his knees then leaning back.

You decided to just go for it. To confess all of your feelings. You and Minho had spoken very openly with one another on what you both felt and what you wanted. So what you were about to say to Jisung was not going to surprise Minho.

“Jisung, we are extremely sorry for what we did to you. That’s what I want to start off with. There is no excuse for how we both acted. And while we have been separated Minho and I have been able to reflect on what we did and how we are feeling. Our true feelings.” You glance over at Minho and his eyes were glued to Jisungs face.

Jisungs eyes were bouncing back and forth between you two. He looked curious and open to listen. when he didn’t respond you went on. “I love you. And yes of course as my best friend but, I love you. I want you.. I know it’s probably way too late now. I just.. I just needed to say this.” Jisungs brown eyes bore into yours. His brows went up a little when he heard your confession.

“And I love you too..” Minhos quiet voice filled the space between you three. Jisungs eyes shifted over to Minho. “I.. I realized I acted the way that I did because I wanted you both.. I wanted Y/n. I wanted you.. you only wanted Y/n. So me being the complete fool that I am I thought I could have you both. I was scared if you two became a couple I would be left out.”

Hearing this Jisung leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Wait.. you wanted me and y/n? What?” You could see Jisung trying to process Minhos words. The man sitting next to you looked at you.. “can you please explain.. I’m horrible with this kind of thing.”

You licked your lips and stood up, walked over to Jisung and knelt down beside him, placing your hands on his right thigh. You looked up at him making sure he held your gaze. “What Minho is trying to say is that he has romantic feelings for you and me. And.. and I have feelings for you both as well and we don’t want to have to choose. We don’t want you to have to choose. Couldn’t we all just be together?”

Jisungs face scrunched up in confusion and he looked over at Minho then back at you. “Wait” he stood up leaving you on the floor and he began to pace around the room. “You two hurt me. You come to apologize and then you confess your feelings?” Only then did Jisung stop in front of Minho looking down at him.

“Yes.. we felt like this would be our only chance.” Minho stood as well and took a step towards Jisung. You stood and slowly walked over to them. “And what do you want to come out of this?” He asked as he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to push it off of his forehead.

You and Minho exchanged glances then looked back at Jisung. “Our goal is to only make things right. To be here for you again and to have our best friend back. Whatever happens after that we can think about when and if that time comes.” You said as you laid your hand on his shoulder.

You knew Minho spoke his mind so you weren’t surprised when he said, “but I know Y/n and I would love to be more than friends with you.. one day.” You watched as Minho took Jisungs hands in his. Jisungs eyes held Minhos gaze for a while before he took a few steps back, pulling his hands out of Minhos grasp and shaking your hand off of his shoulder. “I-I just don’t know..”

That’s when Minho broke. His shoulders began to shake as the tears that had been silently welling up in his pretty eyes spilled over. “Ji, please.. I miss you and I just want to be in your life again.. you in mine.” His words were broken with soft sobs. Minho made no move to touch Jisung but you could tell he wanted to.

You noticed Jisung take a tiny step towards Minho, like on instinct he was going to comfort him but, he stopped himself.

“I need time to think.. my head is fucking spinning.” He rubbed at the back of his neck and shook his head a little. “I can’t.. think right now. Can you both leave? Please?” Jisung spoke without looking at you or Minho.

“Yes we will go but, Ji just know that we love you and all we truly want right now is your forgiveness.” You gave him a little smile hoping to reassure him of the truth behind your words. Minho said nothing more and took your hand in his but he kept his red rimmed eyes on Jisung a moment longer before you both left together.

Jisung couldn’t sleep. His mind was constantly thinking about the things you both had said. He knew he was going to forgive you both. Maybe not letting you and Minho back into his life so quickly but, he was ready to be happy again. He also missed you both so much.

But this…

He had always felt deep love for you. It was always more than the love friends had for one another. He never questioned that but, Minho?

Jisung sat up in his bed, the sheets falling away from his bare chest. He rubbed his hands over his tired face, wanting his mind to shut off for now. He desperately wanted to sleep.

“Fuck..” he laid back down closing his eyes willing himself to sleep. His mind instantly went to you. Your pretty face, soft, loving eyes. His mind drifted more, beginning to imagine you holding his hands. You kissing his lips softly. His hands in your hair, on your hips, your thighs.

Then Minho was there. His pale smooth skin stretched over hard muscle. His sharp eyes filled with adoration. Jisungs hands slid over Minhos skin and his arm wrapped around Minhos body, pulling him close. Then you, kissing down Jisung’s jaw, down his neck. Sucking and nipping at the skin there, as Minho leaned in and kissed Jisungs lips deeply.

Just then Jisung sat up abruptly, out of breath and extremely confused. The vision of you and Minho together with him still playing vividly in his mind.

Three weeks had gone by, you and Minho didn’t think you would ever hear from Jisung again. You were leaned up against the counter in the Minho’s kitchen as he flipped pancakes on his stove. He was making you breakfast as he had done for months now, every Sunday morning.

Even though you two kept your relationship strictly friendly you still stayed over on Saturday nights. You two cuddled and talked but, that’s as far as it ever went. That’s as far as it ever would go unless Jisung was there as well.

“Do you think he will ever want us?” Minho asked as he put the pancakes on a plate for each of you and turned off his stove top. His eyes searched yours hoping for a definitive answer. You obviously couldn’t give him that. You walked over to him and slid your hands through his messy bed head, trying to smooth out his hair.“I-“ you started but your phone began to ring in your purse that was left on Minhos couch the night before.

You walked over and picked it up on the third ring. “Hello?” Minho listened as he quietly set the table for you both. “Mhm, we are actually together now. Can you come over to Minho’s place? We’re about to eat breakfast.” Minho walked closer to you, hoping it was who he thought it was. “Yes, okay. See you soon.”

You hung up and turned towards Minho, a soft smile playing at the corners of your mouth. “Ji is coming, can you fix one more pancake?”

By the time Jisung arrived at Minho’s apartment you two had set up the table nicely. With pancakes and some orange juice, also syrup and fruit. When Minho let him in you couldn’t help the big grin that smoothed out across your lips.

Jisung smiled back, “So um, I have stuff to say.” He started but Minho interrupted him, “Here, let’s sit and talk as we eat. I got your favorite fruit here for you.” Jisung nodded and sat down, you and Minho following.

“So I have been thinking.. a lot.. A LOT… about what you two said to me. I honestly thought you two had lost your minds at first.” You began to speak and Jisung held up his hand. “Let me finish.” He picked up a piece of fruit and popped it into his mouth. “But I couldn’t get it out of my head. Y/n it’s no secret I wanted you since I laid eyes on you.”

He turned to Minho, “I have to admit I never saw you as anything but my best friend. But ever since you two confessed it’s like.. it’s like my brain can’t let it go. I keep thinking of how things could have happened between us. My heart pounds a bit when I think of y/n and you, Minho. It’s that same fucking feeling I use to get when I thought of only Y/n.”

Jisung ate a few more pieces of fruit. “And don’t get me started on the filthy thoughts..” he cut himself off when his eyes met Minhos and he turned three shades of red. His round cheeks heating up before he looked down.

You and Minho just sat there, listening. Shocked at what he was saying but staying quiet, it was like you both were afraid you may spook him. Scare him off.

Jisung finally looked up, his eyes moving between you and Minho equally. “What I’m trying to say is.. I think I may have real feelings for you both.. romantic feelings. BUT,” he licked his pink lips, “that doesn’t mean I am ready to have a relationship with the two of you. I’ll need time for that but, I am ready for us to build back our friendships.”

Jisung reached out slowly and took Minhos hand first then yours. He squeezed gently, “I fucking missed you two..”

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Loose Ends - M. Lowrey 🚔🖤

Title: Loose Ends - M. Lowrey 🚔🖤

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Universe 

Character: Mike Lowrey 

Pairing: Mike Lowrey + Female Reader 

Main Storyline: When Detective Mike Lowrey needs a favor, who knows what could happen next?

@nelo0wesker @sofia-da-1st

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1995

“I'll pay right under the table. No backup involved.” Detective Mike Lowrey wanted to enter this prison with you, one of the covert specialists. 

“Who are we visiting?” You whispered behind closed doors as officers and other staff members filed out. Marcus Burnett already drove home. 

“Isabel Aretas.” Mike revealed, almost nervous regardless.

“Benito’s wife?” Files detailed the Aretas Cartel for quite some time. 

“Yes.” Mike nodded, crawling through the proverbial abyss. 

“Don't you dare.” You pulled defense, angered and scared all at once. “She could kill us.”

You've heard too many stories, especially when Isabel turned lethal with dark magic. 

“Not now. She's incarcerated with a child.” Mike explained more and still leveled his voice. 

“What the hell?” You then stepped back, flabbergasted.

Benito Aretas stood infertile and this side of the family hadn't even adopted children, not based on your notes anyhow. 

“Everything will make sense when we get there, all right?” Mike grabbed his coat and you sprint toward Miami's heated night, just bewildered. 

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The darkened hall grounded identical cells up and down every single wall. Metal clanked alongside vocal noise as you walked right near Lowrey. 

“Hola, mami!

“Hey, girl.” 

Bring her over here, man!” 

People kept shouting, but you ignored everyone and headed in the opposite direction. At least this facility volunteered guards around you and Mike. 

Another wing organized placements for children and mothers. Sleazy remarks would no longer echo from all corners of this large-scale building. 

Instead, your heart would break every time babies started crying.  

“Isabel?” Mike stepped toward the final placement and stood with you. 

Isabel, this drained yet beautiful and dangerous woman, glanced up while holding an infant. 

“Hola. ¿Quién es?” Isabel stands to greet Lowrey from this space and continues holding her child, but faces you as well. 

“One of my partners.” Mike cleared his throat and acknowledged you. 

“Hola, Señora. Este niño es muy lindo.” You offered Spanish with Isabel due to your profession. 

“Muchas gracias, su nombre es Armando." Isabel kissed the baby's cheek and told you his name. 

Moments later, the baby cooed regarding Mike and smiled without teeth. 

“Hey, man.” Mike waved toward the child and genuinely beamed, almost laughing

Within seconds, dots finally connected in your head. 

Badass Mike Lowrey had a son. 

“He's so adorable.” Despite the realization, you pulled together and still compliment this moment. 

“Not even a year old.” Isabel traded accented English, but visitation concluded before you really talked. 

“Gotta go, bye little man.” Mike's voice would echo in the distance as you left with security

And before time dwindled further, baby Armando wailed through tears. 

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2024 

“Gotta visit somebody. Wanna ride?” Detective Lowrey spoke up again. Almost two decades later, you remained loyal with the Miami precinct. 

“No other choice.” You jokingly rolled both eyes and reached the passenger seat of Mike's famous Porsche. Family time still kept Marcus Burnett home. 

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“Armando?” Mike questioned his son while standing in front of this prison cell with you. 

“Didn't think I'd see you again.” Armando faced Mike, but realized your presence just like his now late mother. “Who's that?”

“My old partner, she was there when you were really little.” Mike nodded toward you. 

“I hoped that you wouldn't move like the family, but it's wishful thinking at this point.” You shake your head, disappointed that such an adorable child walked this horrible path in adulthood. 

“My mother's choice.” Armando said. 

“I know, but we actually have an opportunity for you. Interested?” You continued. 

“Yeah.” Armando took this moment and you veiled the genuine smile that almost reached your face. 

Second chances made a difference. 

[hufflepuffsandghosts]

Fic swap? 👀 - ur bestie Zero 🖤

Plot: PH!Bakugo and Y/N (AFAB)  get captured and thrown together in a dark cell. Whoever put them together wants them to do..things. They both refuse. But their captor is determined, putting hormones in the air to urge them on. How long can they last? 

A/N: Hello friend! This is a FicSwap for my lovely bestie! I tried to keep it as gender-neutral as possible for you bby. But please keep in mind that the reader has female anatomy. I really hope you like this as you know i am NOT the type to write smut ahh <3 ily

TW: Non-Con/Dub-Con, Use of drugs. Slight exhibitionism if you squint. Swearing. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos!), Breeding NO MINORS ALLOWED TO INTERACT

The night was dark and eerie, with an air of tension surrounding Bakugo, aka Dynamight, Japan's #2 hero, and Y/N, aka H/N. Bakugo’s explosive quirk and Y/n’s strategic abilities complemented each other perfectly. The villain in question has been known to kidnap and kill couples. 

As the night settles in, the moon’s faint glow casts shadows on the abandoned industrial complex where the villain has set up his hideout. The air was tense, and each breath felt electric as the pair prepped to confront the dangerous kidnapper. The villain emerged from the shadows, his sinister laughter echoing through the desolate space. He was a towering figure, clad in all black as the moonlight glinted off a wickedly sharp blade he wielded. 

The battle began with a ferocious exchange of blows from both parties at play. Bakugo charged forward, using his explosions to close the distance between him and the villain. Y/N, always one step ahead, flanked the enemy with precision. Using their wits and agility to dodge the villain’s attack. 

Bakugo and Y/N always moved with almost telepathic coordination during their joint missions. They knew and anticipated each other’s moves, covering for one another effortlessly. Their effectiveness as a team always caught the attention of their peers and superiors, leading to more frequent assignments together. During this particular mission fraught with danger, the pair were hesitant to acknowledge their evergrowing feelings for one another. It wasn't until a split-second decision on Bakugo's part, stepping in as a shield for Y/n from a deadly attack that put them in this predicament and was captured by the villain and his team

In a dimly lit, desolate underground cell, Bakugo and Y/N found themselves shackled together. They were both heroes, each possessing unique abilities and strong wills to help. But now, stripped of their powers and freedom, they faced an unimaginable challenge. Their captor, a sinister figure hiding in the shadows, had a twisted plan for them. 

Bakugo’s fiery temper ignited immediately as he attempted to break free from the chains that bound him to Y/N. “Let me GO, damn it! We’ll tear this place apart!” he snarled, his red eyes blazing with fury. 

Y/n on the other hand, remained surprisingly calm, trying to reason with their captor. “There’s no need for this. We won’t give in to your sick demands,” they declared, their voice steady despite the fear bubbling beneath the surface. Their captor’s voice echoed through the chamber, chilling them both to the bond. “Oh, but you will my little bunnies. I’ve laced the air with hormones designed to incite desire, and unless you want to be permanently trapped together, you both will have to cooperate.” 

Bakugo growled in frustration, not wanting to give their captor the satisfaction of seeing them weaken, “Like hell we will! I’m not falling for your tricks!” Y/n on the other hand, felt a sudden warmth spreading through the air, affecting their thoughts and emotions, it became increasingly difficult to ignore the proximity of Bakugo, the scent of his sweat, and the intensity of his gaze. 

As time passed, their willpower began to waver. Their captor kept the pressure on, taunting them with veiled threats and vague incentives that played on their deepest desires. “Come on Katsuki, don't you wanna feel how good Y/N feels? I know for a fact that she’s absolutely dripping right now.” Whispered the villain. 

Bakugo grunts, and shifts a little, he can see how slowly Y/n is becoming more and more desperate, moaning a bit here and there and shifting her legs to gain some sort of release for themselves. “F-Fuck Bakugo, please. I don't know how much longer I can take it.” Y/n Groaned. “It’s the hormones talking Y/N, dont let them win.” Bakugo huffed. 

“Tsk, tsk,” The villain said. “They’re practically asking to be used at this point Katsuki, how on earth can you deny them the pleasure.” 

“Shit” Bakugo thought. This was not good for the both of them, but all he could imagine is Y/N whimpering underneath him as he- 

No

Stop

Don’t give in. 

Is what he kept on telling himself before he realized that he was over the top of Y/n, both of his hands freed and placed lightly on their skin-tight hero costume, playing gently with their breasts. Y/n purred softly, grinding on his thigh at the slight touches. “Please Katsuki-” Y/N spoke softly, before being immediately interrupted by a forceful kiss from their partner in crime. “Shh baby, let me take care of you properly” Katsuki growled, placing kissing and nips along Y/N's neck.

  Feeling the heat rise between the both of them. Katsuki gets off slightly, admiring the work of light bruises along their neck. Bakugo rips the bottom half of Y/n’s costume, revealing their wet pussy. He chuckles “Wow, what a little slut you are, getting off just at my leg alone. Tell me, what do you want.” 

Y/N huffs and doesn't say anything. 

Smack. A sting to their ass before he repeats. “Tell me, what, you want.”  

Smack

Y/N whimpers “Make me cum please Kat, please.” before gasping for air as Bakugo uses his thick, rough fingers to make quick work of spreading their legs the rest of the way, and his tongue is suddenly everywhere. Eating them out like his life depended on it. Lapping everything up like it was the last thing he was ever going to drink. 

Y/n writhed underneath him, grabbing and pulling at the blonde’s hair. He sucks on your clit and rubs his cock against the hard mattress when you moan. Tongue sliding between your folds like he’s been starving for you. Bakugo then moves his face so it’s closer to your neck, so his lips are beside your ear and he can say things just as breathily as you. and places bites and hickeys along their breasts while inserting two fingers. “fuck Y/N,” he moaned. “You’re already so tight for me and I haven't even done anything yet.” Y/n nods, chatting out agreements “Just fucking get it over with already Bakugo-” 

He reaches up and places two fingers into their mouth, while you suck and gasp as he removes his pants, showing his cock covered with his own pre-cum, slowly teasing Y/N’s wet folds. He removes his fingers and smirks, slamming his dick inside. Y/n jolts suddenly, toes curling at the sheer size and thickness of Bakugo’s cock. 

“You’re being so obedient for me Y/n, you’re so good for me..” He purrs, slamming into you over and over again. Losing a bit more sanity and more as Y/n gets tighter and tighter around him. “Fuck, that's it, baby, let me hear you.” He says, grabbing Y/N’s hair and pulling the both of them as close as possible. Slamming into Y/n's G-spot as they moaned and were almost screaming with pleasure. It makes both of their heads a little foggy. 

“Shit- fuck- Y/N I'm gonna-” Katsuki moans, pushing in as hard as he can, hitting the cervix before cumming. “M-me too-” Y/n moans. Slow and controlled, lifting up a bit to kiss them deep and make you feel every little bit of him. He allows himself to fuck the cum into you, reveling in the quiet gasps you make. Both are so sensitive, but it feels so good. 

“You’re mine now, Y/n,” He huffs, before kissing Y/n’s lips, and then to their forehead. Y/N smiles, “I would love that but now, let's figure out how to get the hell out of here.”

All content © hufflepuffsandghosts 2023. Do not repost, modify, or claim my work as your own.

[altocat]

27, 42, and 50 for Seph? 🖤

Bless you Crow 🙏

27. Their guilty pleasure

Does ZACK count as a guilty pleasure? Because that's what he sometimes feels like for Seph. Always chattering. Always zooming around crashing into things. Sephiroth especially loves whenever Zack offers a cheesy joke or a pun--Sephiroth has a rather childish sense of humor and finds the lamest of stuff aggressively hilarious. Zack sees this and is kind of delighted by it. Angeal was always so stone-faced. Sephiroth acts like he's the funniest soldier on the entire floor, which is a huge accomplishment. Probably worth more than being a First tbh.

42. 3 comfort items

His SOLDIER-sanctioned tablet/mini tablet to help him stay connected to all changes in schedule or updates during a mission. After Rhadore, Sephiroth HATES seeing plans go suddenly awry, especially if there's a sudden swerve or diversion at foot. He wants to stay connected at all times. Also Zack or Genesis might occasionally send him a funny meme on it so there's that too.

Masamune. Sephiroth knows that as long as he has his weapon, he is still (somewhat) complete. Masamune is like an extra limb, a piece of him that is fundamentally irreplaceable. There have been many a dark night where he has kept watch by the campfire holding his sword against him as if to crush it into his soul. Masamune is his strength, his justice, his penance, and his essence. It is who he is. The only identity, the only real shred of his composition he will ever truly understand.

Third pick WAS his mother's necklace. But for obvious reasons, that's done with now. Now, he keeps a close photograph of him, Genesis, and Angeal together. Equally cherished. Equally relied on during moments of stress, strain, or grief.

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

There are too many from those early days. Hojo exists in almost all of them. Sephiroth more than often finds that while he has instinctual reference that horrible, HORRIBLE things happened to him in the lab once upon a time, he cannot draw up specifics. He would recognize them if you were to bring them to his attention. But so much of it has been blotted out of his mind for the sake of his own sanity. Dim flickerings of being trapped in a tank, on a table, in chains, in a cell. Flashes of pain, anguish, loneliness, fear, and desperation. Drowning. Being overheated. Being cut and sliced with a knife. Running from a simulated enemy, hiding in musty corners, in vents, under his own cot. Being poked and prodded, his body examined, touched without his consent. Being tormented, insulted, aggravated, and made to shake with terror and rage.

All vague fragments. All mostly buried deep, deep inside his psyche, erupting back into understanding only when pushed to the brink.

They were with him in the library. And in Nibelheim.

And they were the first to be relinquished when his warped soul met the Lifestream. And perhaps that too is a mercy.

[emeritusemeritus]

Hi! First of all I love your work ❤️ and I hope you have an awesome spring 🌱 ☀️

My request is both twins being competitive to gain the reader's affection (smut and fluff and a bit angst).

Thank you so much for opening requests.

Thank you so much!! I cannot believe we are spring already, this year is flying by! This has been an absolute pleasure to write, I hope you enjoy🖤

Warnings: smut, mentions of piv, oral fm receiving, fingering, fluff, angst. I’m sorry about the ending.

Words: 1.8k

Self Preservation.

Fred and George went together like rhubarb and custard; always complementary and very rarely ever seen without their counterpart. They’d grown up together, literally from the second their cells had split in the womb and formed two identical replicas of one another. They’d shared a bedroom, a blossoming business, most classes and the title of beater on the quidditch team, but they had never shared girls.

That was, until you came along.

Fred talked about you first, telling both George and Lee about this gorgeous, funny girl he’d apparently fallen for, something completely out of character for Fred Weasley. Unbeknownst to Fred, George had actually spotted you a few weeks earlier and had been harbouring a crush since that moment.

The twins were naturally competitive but up until this point it had very rarely been with each other, usually as a team and not pitted against one another. This was completely new territory. To make matters worse, you weren’t sure who you liked more. You’d admitted that you’d liked them both, and had made it very clear that you could tell them apart and it wasn’t because you saw them as the same person, but still you absolutely could not choose.

Though they were still on talking terms, the tension between them was palpable. Fred seemed to enjoy stealing you away from his sibling, putting on a display whereas George was quieter about it, ignoring his brother’s show.

“Evening love,” Fred grinned as you approached the twins on the sofa in the common room, tired from the long day and feeling very sleepy. George greeted you with a sweet smile and began to budge up to make room between the two brothers but Fred pulled you unceremoniously into his lap, locking his arms around you. You knew it was a power play in front of his brother but you were too tired to care, choosing instead to curl up into his lap, enjoying the warmth Fred seemed to naturally radiate. Your hand found George’s, not wanting him to feel left out and you entwined your fingers with a smile, feeling your eyes shutting.

When you wake, there’s no sound except the fire slowly crackling and the sound of someone breathing. You turn slightly and see that you’d fallen asleep on Fred, cuddled into his side with his arm around you. Someone must have strewn a blanket over the both of you as Fred had clearly also fallen asleep, but your movement seemed to rouse him, his leg twitching underneath you and some sort of groan slipping from his lips. When you looked up to his face you couldn’t help but laugh, seeing that a piece of parchment had been taped to his forehead. He frowns as you delicately peel it off, his eyes opening slowly, a smile forming on his lips as he looks at you so closely to him before he grows again, seeing the parchment.

‘Gone to bed sleepyheads, G’

You smile, showing Fred the note as he brings his hand up to run at his forehead where the tape had been.

“Just you and me then princess,” he smirks, pulling you back down onto him, quickly looking around to see that you were both alone in the common room.

You make a sort of pleased hum as you rest you head back onto his shoulder, bathing in the warm he radiated. When he shifts, trying to get comfy again there’s something noticeable underneath you, poking you right in the thigh.

“Fred,” you say, adjusting your head to look up at him from under your lashes, slightly shocked. He looks largely unfazed, smirking down at you with his eyes still shut.

“Beautiful girl in my lap wiggling about, what did you think would happen sweetheart?” You nudge him gently and hear his little breathy laugh, making you bounce slightly as you learn against his chest.

You nudge him playfully, making him inadvertently move against you and you suddenly hear the most beautiful breathy moan from him as your arse moves across his erection. It’s like a fire has been lit under your skin, the noise propelling you into arousal even though you’re tired and your eyes want to close, your body is most definitely focused on Fred.

You lean up to kiss him, surprising him slightly before he leans forward and accepts the kiss, his lips moving against yours. He takes control quickly, sensing the urgency and arousal in the kiss and scoops you up with his hands, adjusting you on the sofa until you’re underneath him. He’s beautiful in the light of the fire, his red hair looking like it’s own flames, face illuminated to showcase his best features. His hands paw at you whilst yours wrap into his hair and underneath the collar of his T-shirt, the mood and playfulness of the conversation disappearing quickly.

“Let me touch you baby, please,” he says against your lips, fingers dancing across your hip until he cups the globe of your bum, squeezing gently.

“Please Freddie,” you say, not wanting to break the kiss, your hips moving on their own accord. He smirks and begins to slip his hand into your trousers, toying with the thin strip of underwear at the side before his fingers trace further down.

You bite your lip to stop moaning out when his fingers finally make contact with your pussy, his deep groan muffled against your lips.

His fingers are perfect, long and thin but with the dexterity that could outshine seasoned wandmakers. When his fingers slip inside you, first one and then another you feel like you’re in heaven. He kisses you gently, allowing you pauses when he feels you pull away to quietly moan, knowing he was hitting every single one of your spots. It’s so dirty, to be out in the open like this, Fred on top of you with his hand so clearly down your trousers. You’re cumming in no time at all, his name falling from your lips as you hold him close.

“Fucking beautiful,” he says, pulling away from you slightly as you come down from your high, a smile on both of your faces.

Once you recovered, your hands slipped down across his chest towards the obvious tent in his trousers but he stopped you, making you frown.

“Rules princess,” he says, fighting his own intrusive thoughts.

There was only one rule that existed between the twins and their little competition with you; you could be pleasured in any way you wanted but nothing could happen with either of them until you’d chosen.

“Self-preservation,” George had put it.

“Torture,” Fred had retorted. But he’d relented, agreeing that if you were going to pick one, he didn’t want to know that you’d slept with his brother too. You agreed, understanding, but right now you weren’t so certain.

“But,” you argued, feeling guilty that he was still hard and without any resolution. You can see his mind whirling, weighing up his options as he looks at your flushed face and pleading eyes, his lip pulled between his teeth in worry. He sighs, shaking his head slightly.

“Rules is rules sweetheart- and that’s coming from me.”

You kissed him goodnight, still feeling guilty as he tries to hide the obvious erection from you and trotted off to bed to think. You’d come very, very close to breaking the pact, did that mean you wanted Fred? Or where you just horny and carried away?

The next morning at breakfast, George was the one to pull you down beside him, his hand already linking with yours under the table.

“Meet me at the prefect bathroom later?” He says quietly, whispering into your ear and making goosebumps rise up on your skin at the proximity of his lips. You don’t look at him directly but instead bite your lip and give a little nod, eyes glazed over with a mixture of mischief and arousal. It seemed your little moment with Fred last night had awakened something in you that wasn’t completely fulfilled.

Arriving at the bathroom, you paused to take in just how gorgeous George looked in his T-shirt and cord trousers as he turns and notices you stood there, a sweet smile pulling at his face. You were already aroused, the feeling never leaving you all day, remembering his lips so close to your ear at breakfast.

The kiss is passionate and needy, which he recognises instantly and matches your energy. His hands are everywhere, on your neck, your breasts and on your hip to hold you close to him. It’s greedy and you can’t help but rub yourself against him, trying to get any friction you can to give you the relief you need.

“I’ve got you Angel,” he says, “you want this?”

When he drops to his knees in front of you, you feel like you’re done for. You nod feverishly, feeling a little gush of excitement and arousal as he begins to pull at your jeans, slipping them down your leg and off, along with your panties before he reaches out to hook your leg over his shoulder.

He starts to kiss around your lips, your inner thighs and you let out a whine so loud that you’re worried someone will have heard. His tongue pokes out and slowly draws a line right from your little aching hole to your throbbing clit, patting your folds with the tip of his tongue as you gasp and moan, clutching his hair tightly between your fingers.

He teases for a little while before he suddenly begins feasting on your cunt, licking up your arousal and sucking on your sensitive flesh. His tongue flicks quickly over your clit, sucking and slurping at the little bud until you’re crying out his name, hips moving as you climax riding his face.

“George,” you say, the only thing you’re able to say. “Want you, please.”

You’re so desperate to be filled, so painfully aroused that you almost lose it. You know the consequences, as does George but you don’t care at all, too concerned with your need.

George barely even hesitates, slipping open his brown woven belt and pulling down his cords and boxers until his cock, long, hard and perfect is released. You’re seconds away from joining until you jump apart, scrambling for your clothes having been spooked by a noise of the door opening.

The colour drains from your face when you see the intruder starting between you and George, both naked from the waist down though trying to cover yourselves the best you can.

Fred.

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

Ray, I'd love to know the ways in which Ian and Mickey were annoying to others while in prison together, if you'd like to share your thoughts 🖤

well jessie of course i would like to share my thoughts - funny you should ask :)

Most Annoying Mfs In Cell Block A

the bickering. obviously. right off the bat. it's the way they can produce an hour-long spat out of absolutely nothing and at any hour of the day. not sure if it's worse when it fizzles out to grumbling days after, or when it explodes into them fucking nasty like they aren't surrounded by other people.

because they are. surrounded by other people. who don't necessarily wanna hear them fuck nasty, despite their best efforts to keep quiet (they are Bad at this). just like they don't wanna hear little snippets of new kink discoveries like they're not in prison surrounded by other people. which they are. surrounded by other people.

nightmare power couple at the games tables. doesn't matter what's being played. if there are partners needed, those two motherfuckers are gonna team up and expertly read each other's microscopic facial expressions like the little freaks they are. ian doesn't like to lose. mickey doesn't like to not get all the shit offered as bets.

"pick another book, johnson. ian's been waitin' on this shit for ages." / "switch with me on laundry duty. ... because i fucking told you to, that's why."

eye-fucking each other during free weights. no need to elaborate.

r.i.p. to the mayo packets. can't see a mayo packet at meal time without thinking about ian gallagher's dick from A20

r.i.p. to the fresh meat who thinks he's hot shit and somehow doesn't realize they've been married for four hundred and ten years when he propositions ian for something quick in the supplies closet

r.i.p. to the cell block that night as they revert back to Example 2 and fuck nasty like they're not surrounded by other people. which they are. surrounded by other people. (remember, they are Bad at this.)

the list is ongoing

[pursuitseternal]

Introducing “In the Monster’s Shadow:” Shadowheart x Ascended Astarion dark!fic… where power, pain, and pleasure go well together

Ascended Astarion x Shadowheart (BloodLoss?) | E | 1.5K chapter

Summary: Shadowheart wakes far from alone, in the belly of the Monster’s lair—that monster he has become since his Ascension. And now, she’s in his clutches.

CW: Biting, blood kink, jealousy, sexual tension, general dark!Ascension behavior (assumes Tav left him), defiant Shadowheart

Read on AO3 | Astarion Masterlist

Chapter 1…

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For a dungeon, this was far from the dank and musty one she recalled that day…

Back when he became a monster.

His Ascension.

No, she couldn’t even recognize this place. Warm and soft and bright with torches and a burning brazier. Empty but clean. Of course the thought had crossed her mind during these hours, maybe days of languishing in her binds, that the fire could be used for more torturous activities than heat and light and comfort.

But… regardless, this was a far cry from the mouldering walls of Cazador’s decrepit pit of death. Of sacrifice and death.

Shadowheart had been trying to forget the faces of those spawn, all seven-thousand of them that had died to make her former… friend… into the monster he was now.

It changed him.

Or was it the fact that his true love had abandoned him… abandoned them all really… once the final battle was over. Shadowheart would never forgive Astarion for becoming what he did… that he chose power and ascension over just being him… over keeping that love of his.

Maybe he wouldn’t have become so vile. So evil.

She shook her head, arms beyond numb from the way he had her chained. But that was all she felt. Numb. Such unique chains… somehow the metal seemed softened, enchanted perhaps… but even as her body grew tired, arms reduced to pin pricks above her head, she never once felt the bite of metal into her flesh.

Not that you would mind the edge of pain, Princess…

She could almost hear his voice. Taunting and goading them all. Not towards her in the way it always had been aimed at the one he had loved. He saved all his most lustful comments, his fangs and his body for her.

Not that she had deserved it in the end.

Shadowheart shook her head, clearing the fog that had kept her under. Time passed strangely. There were no guards, no prisoners. No sounds other than the crackle of fire. Not even the chattering of a rat or the stench of neglect. She sighed to herself twisting as she scanned the barred room. Her cell. “For a dungeon, it’s actually rather cozy,” she muttered, meant for no one’s ears but hers.

“One may even mention just how… luxurious… it appears, isn’t that right, little princess?”

That velvet voice. That dripping, seduction, only amplified now with his power—a power that was only magnified in the bowels of his palace.

He crept from the darkest corner, the densest patch of shadows almost materializing into his body.

Just as lean and wiry. Exuding that same flow of limitless power. His face’s lines caught the flickering light, all sharp bone and quirking brows, all glowing crimson eyes and flashing fangs. “I wasn’t expecting your company,” he hissed, eyes narrowing as he closed in on where she dangled. “Imagine my surprise when my thralls and servants found you on my ramparts, crawling around like a vagrant. Come to kill me or convert me, Shadowheart?”

She held her tongue, glaring daggers at him instead.

“I didn’t silence you…” he purred, striding closer slowly, hands clasped behind his back. So unassuming, except for the brilliant red glow of his eyes in the shadows. “I just… relieved you of your magic and charms. Until you find a way to earn them back... or perish in the process.”

“You fucker,” she finally broke, spitting in his direction. “I should have killed you, should have thrown that dagger through Cazador’s dead heart instead of letting you carve that infernal to take his place as Vampire Ascendant.” She strained at her bonds, forcing herself a step in his direction, where he leered at her just out of reach. “How does it feel to be alone, hmm? To have all your friends disown you for the monster you became. Even her…”

There, that’s the monster—the way his eyes flared, his fangs snapping as his hand flew to clench around her throat. “You don’t… get to mention… her… or I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” She swallowed beneath his chokehold, her breath ragged and thin. “Cause me pain? Kill me?” She grinned, craning against the pressure of his hand to shove her face closer into his. “You should know, as well as any of us, I do not mind the pain… I crave it. And if you want to add my soul to your vast inventory, then who am I to stop you, might Vampling? Not even the woman you did love would stop you, and you all but killed her…”

Fingers clawed her chin, jerking her head to the side. His teeth were like ice, chilling and tearing into her skin, but not to kill.

To feed. To drink her blood.

She shuddered. His hands gripped so hard, she had no place to escape. So she laughed. “So this is what all the fuss has been about,” she cackled, not even recognizing her own voice. “I always wondered what it was that Tav craved to let you into her bedroll every night…”

He lifted his mouth, biting down again even harder against the top of her shift. Just where breasts began to peek out.

That made her squeal. “That’s a good little princess,” he purred into her flesh. “I’ll take your cries of agony over your ceaseless, pointless words any day. You don’t get to speak about… her.”

“Why not? she hissed back. “Afraid you’ll have to own up to the way you always kept the corner of your eye on me? Have to admit how you always made sure I heard your nightly activities… made sure I caught you staring at my breasts when I would have to bend over the campfire….”

“Too late for any of that,” he growled into her skin. “Tempting as you may have been, you’ve shown your true colors, princess, sneaking into my palace, intentions unknown, and now…” he lifted his head, his chin covered in her bright red blood, his tongue equally coated as he licked it clean, “…now I get to have you anyway, my enemy, chained so prettily for me to keep here…” His hand swept down her body, touching the skin of her thigh, teasing up the bottom edge of her shift, “…for me to do with as I see fit.”

“And what are you going to do to me, Astarion?” she sneered in reply, totally unphased by the bites in her flesh or the blood that trickled from her wounds. “You going to turn me into a mindless spawn like you wanted to turn her?” She rattled her chains, breasts heaving as she worked herself into a frenzy. Her white shift stained red with her blood, the thin material clinging to her skin as she grew sticky with it and with her sweat.

“Not unless you ask very… very… nicely,” he purred, closing in on her, pressing his body to crush her against the wall, one hand yanking her chains hard enough to make her cry. “Not unless you beg for it, to be mine, little princess of Shar, to serve me as all creatures crave,” his eyes flashed down at how their bodies melded, how her supple curves caved against his hard planes, “in one way or another.”

“You want me?” she spat, “you want what you could have had a lifetime ago, it seems. And what if I don’t? What if I came here to end your miserable existence, to make you pay for the seven-thousand and some souls that made you a monster?”

“Let’s be clear, I don’t want you.” That stung, her face flinching as his voice rang, cold and exacting. “I don’t… want… you. You’re cold and cruel and self-righteous. You care only for pleasing your goddess,” he gave a little disgusted shake of his head. “Why would I want you if you have no interest in pleasing me?”

She held her breath.

“Seems… pointless,” he released her, withdrawing a step. Out of reach again. Close enough for her to smell that scent of him, more powerful and heady than he ever smelled at camp. Undiluted perfume of citrus and brandy and rosemary. He turned on his heel, heading for the gate to her cell.

“You’re going to leave me like this?” Shadowheart screeched.

“Darling, I can leave you however I want,” he gloated, flicking his gaze over his shoulder. “And today, I want to leave you to know the meaning of hunger, a lesson I learned over the course of centuries.”

“Yes that’s right, continue the cycle,” she jeered, cocking her chin in defiance as he turned to face her completely. “Become the next exalted vampiric master in all the ways that made you what you are.”

Crimson eyes steeled over, he raised his fingers to snap loudly. Her chains released, a small table of warm food and clean water appeared before her. Out of thin air.

“You are going to learn hunger, little princess, and I am going to find out why you were creeping around my walls…” he turned to continue, not even needing to unlock the door to the cell to walk straight through it. “There are so many more forms of hunger, Shadowheart. And you’re going to learn them all before we are through…”

And then he vanished into mist.

[dextraicarus1994]

When you think you've seen it all, it turns out there's more than meets the eye.

This will show spoilers from Captain Laserhawk manga Crushing Love and also it will brings some Splinter Cell lore, so watch out if you don't want to get spoiled.

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This little discovery had showed me a different take of the Captain Laserhawk lore and probably will be answering some questions (or create more *I am creating more questions than ever and the anxiety to know*).

It looks like Anna Grimsdöttir got a role in Dolph past

For some that are not familiar who Anna Grimsdöttir is, she was an ally of Sam Fisher during The Splinter Cell games and books, she was the Communications Lead later Chief Technical Analyst for Third Echelon and then became Technical Operation Officer during her Fourth Echelon era. She provided Sam with technical support during his field work also adressing any high - technology issues and a skilled hacker.

In this panels we see how Dolph tells his story with Alex (Grim was the only lady who could Boss Alex and he would not complaint, that means the situation was bigger than anything) and suddenly Marcus is surprised by seeing Ana and mentions that she was part of the war (I assumed he was mentioning about the Wastelands War), who provided Intelligence and saved Sam and Marcus many times and after they Lost, she went missing, not knowing about her whereabouts...

Now with this little revelation, It looks like there more than meets the eye, I can't tell everything yet because It looks like I need to read the rest of the manga, but how the things are going, there will be many revelations that could unite the missing links of the series' lore and this could be a twist to some questions that are unaswered.

Remember the last episode where a Rayman was send a message about going to see Bullfrog? Some assume many characters that would had sent that messege, but now with seeing this revelation about Grim, I can believe she could have been the one who send it. It looks like Anna was willing to stop Eden, too and the reason why she and Alex were working together, also there is something curious about a dialogue of Alex telling Grim if Dolph is not able to do his part he could talk to the Arms Dealer Andy (some that are not familiar with the Splinter Cell lore would past it unnoticed, but if I am correct, or I am assuming many things, Alex would had been referring to Andriy Kobin, an arms dealer who was enemy of Sam Fisher during Splinter Cell Conviction, then a temporal ally in Splinter Cell Blacklist).

So... Here it is this little discovery and man, there is a lot to be reveal and to see this, brings me a Big joy to know that more Splinter Cell characters are around the Captain Laserhawk serie, meaning that that maybe Sam will have a bigger part in Dolph's role in Season 2 (I really hope so). 🥺🥺🥺💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤

Oh!!! Almost forgot, Anna design in the manga looks like the design from Blacklist more than anything.😁😁😁😁💞💞💞💞💞💞

[cabezadeperro]

idk what ships you're feeling at the moment so

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation

for ship of your choice and just fuck me up, man

hiiiiiii

i wasn't sure if you liked this ship, but i was given free rein, so.

kenfetti, groundhog day au but with a twist. (timeloop from the other person's perspective). clone wars au, canon divergence. T, ~700w.

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Obi-Wan closes his eyes and tries his best to breathe through the pain in his joints. He focuses on the feeling of Geonosis hot and dry air on the skin of his face, on the buzzing of the force field holding him still, on the sweat running steadily down his spine and on the smell of the red rock of his cell, frustratingly damp and cool, so very unlike everything else about the planet. 

The metal of the Force suppressors digs into the skin of his wrists. His fingers are numb. Obi-Wan tries to move them, and a painful tingling makes its way down his forearm and past his elbow.

Dooku’s words swirl around in his brain, crashing against Obi-Wan’s tidy mental shields. His eyes keep straying to the place where the man just stood, as if his echo—his ghost—might be able to make what he just told Obi-Wan make sense.

The door swishes open. Obi-Wan twitches, opens his eyes again—he exhales, relief filling his chest.

He can’t quite remember when it was that Jango Fett’s face started becoming one of his favourite sights, but there it is. There he is, and there they are. 

Jango closes and locks the door at his back and takes off his helmet before stepping closer to the platform, lips pressed together, the skin around his eyes tight. 

“Jango—” Obi-Wan starts. Jango sighs. He leaves the helmet on the edge of the platform and lowers him down, the motion jarring and awful. Obi-Wan closes his mouth with a clack and grits his teeth through it.

Jango’s hands are cold on his face. Obi-Wan sways into him, waiting for the telltale click of his cuffs being unlocked, for the Force to rush back in. 

It never comes. 

Jango lets him step away, his dark eyes tired.

“I can’t let you—leave,” he says. He works his jaw, chooses his words carefully. He keeps his eyes on Obi-Wan, his hands still.

“Why? Did you—?”

“No,” Jango says. He smiles, tiny and awful: for an instant, Obi-Wan thinks he understands, and then it slips away. “It wasn’t me. This is—this is just how it goes. This time.”

(That half a second of almost understanding will haunt Obi-Wan for the rest of his life, but he doesn’t know that yet.)

“I don’t understand,” Obi-Wan says after a long beat. “Please, let me—”

“I can’t,” Jango replies. He breathes out. He starts reaching out, stops himself, turns away. He reaches for his helmet instead and pauses there, staring down at it. He exhales again. “This was a mistake.”

Obi-Wan feels—he’s moved through the anger and the betrayal and into plain old confusion. He’s bewildered: he doesn’t understand, and he doesn’t understand why Jango won’t help him see whatever it is he’s missing. For the past five years he’s been first an ally and then a friend, a confidant, a lover. Obi-Wan has learned to rely on him, on his intelligence and on the clear-eyed way he has of approaching life. He used to think he knew Jango better than most, and now he feels as if he has never seen this man before, has never seen him so—so defeated. He feels as if he were meeting Jango all over again.

Jango huffs. He smiles, warm and tiny and awful. His hand is so cold on Obi-Wan’s face, but his lips are warm and dry on his cheek. They rest there before moving on to Obi-Wan’s mouth, to the thin skin under his right eye. Obi-Wan breathes him in and then holds his breath, doesn’t reach back, because he’s scared and he’s angry and he doesn’t know why Jango won’t help him just understand.

Jango steps away. He puts his helmet back on.

“I’ll see you soon,” he says, and then he leaves.

Obi-Wan remains in his cell until he doesn’t. He fights his way out of an era and into another one, survives war and heartbreak, dies on a ship two decades and two lifetimes later. Jango becomes yet another ghost, and Obi-Wan never quite forgets him or forgives him.

(At the same time, twenty five years in a past that no longer exists for him, Jango opens his eyes to the ceiling of his room on Tipoca. It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last, and Jango’s running out of heartbreak: as always, he tries to make it count.)

[legacyshenanigans]

Sacred Games 🖤

Just a small little NSFW post, explaining the feelings of Marvolo, Rowan, and MC during certain pleasures they indulge in 🐍🐺

The room where Marvolo did the majority of his Macabre work was always warm and uncomfortable. It really added to the activities that went on in there. Including their more intense sex sessions.

The pair of them sweating as they played their games down in the privacy of the Den basment. Taking out and relieving any frustrations and irritations he had through various types of sex play. Luckily for him, she was quite the masochist to his sadism. Letting him use her in any way he wanted within the boundaries of their agreements. But thus far, there was nothing that he wanted to indulge in that she'd said was too much.

"Precious thing" he'd call her while his hand gripped her jaw, sliding a finger into her mouth, looking down into her eyes as he fucked her on the grimy table or the dirty floor, sometimes in the vile dungeon cells when they roleplayed together. Both losing themselves during these moments of degradation and pleasure, letting all the troubles outside of those disgusting walls melt away for a while.

He appreciated her, for being so willing and obedient, and he'd shower her with praise and love once they were done and back in their usual life. He was a different person in these situations with her. Outside of these times, an adoring partner, a protector, a loving other half. But during these moments, he sometimes scared her, but she loved it. She threw herself into it, truly blossoming in these carnal events and reaping the benefits of being his good girl.

At times, Rowan would join the mix. Marvolo would sit back, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips as he'd watch his best friend pound her into oblivion, sometimes in his werewolf form, other times as his human self, all while he'd sit there and stroke his cock like a fucking cuck, but he was anything but weak and submission. He'd tell them what to do, watching them like it was a grand performance at the theatre and adoring every second of it. All three of them gaining some form of sexual gratification.

There were times where they all indulged together, a twisted mess of limbs, bodies close, touching and fucking each other, the sounds of skin against skin, moans and grunts filling the space.

The three trusted each other explicitly.

There was no room for doubt in these sacred games they played.

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[adiluv-moved]

♡ JOHN DOE + PROMPTS 12 / 32. ˚⊹꒷

﹕₊˚ʚ🍫ɞ・[word count] total ─ 1632; prompt 12 ─ 972; prompt 32 ─ 660.

﹕₊˚ʚ🖤ɞ・[warnings] yandere character [technically, no yandere behavior demonstrated], not edited/proofread.

﹕₊˚ʚ🍷ɞ・[adi moment] second part of the event! these prompts were requested by @/arthurswine, and were the ones that i accidentally got all mixed up. i can’t remember if the valley has an airport or not [i tried to look for info but just didn’t find it], and i just assumed it did - please only quote me on that if i’m right - but i hope you enjoy! ꒰ㅅ´ ˘ `꒱

this is a part of my 200 follower / valentine's day event! you can view the event post here!

♡ prompt 12 / long distance. ˚⊹꒷

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Your day is relatively average when your cell phone starts to ring. It’s completely unexpected, too, with you lounging at the gas station’s counter (another slow day, it seems) when your ringtone breaks through the dull humming of the refrigerators. You're shocked to find that the contact displayed on the screen doesn’t belong to Doe, but is instead one for a friend that you were close with outside of the Valley. There’s a soft smile on your face as you tap the accept button and raise the device to your air, but the subtly sweet mood is broken when you hear their panicked voice.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・It’s somewhat difficult to understand what they’re saying, considering how fast their talking and the deeply worried tone in their voice, though you’re able to understand enough for you to decide that you’ll have to temporarily leave the Valley. So, that night, you find yourself sitting cross-legged on the living room floor with your dusty suitcase as you pack in any essential belongings, with Doe watching over the scene with a look of confusion plastered onto his face. Doe would try his best to stay calm while you explain the situation, with his worries being (mostly) dissipated when you emphasize that you’ll only be out of the Valley for a week or two - max. Even if he’s still a bit sad when he realizes that you’ll be gone for Valentine’s Day, he’ll support you wholeheartedly and even try to help you pack.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Sure, it sucks that the plans you two had made are essentially canceled, but there was plenty of time to do something together once you get back. He won’t try and force you to stay, nor would he want you to stay out of your own will (he understands that you have a life outside of him), though you can most certainly expect a lot of clinginess and melting at the airport. He might even try to sneak past security and follow you to the plane so he can have just a bit of extra time with you before you’re gone, though all of his attempts would be much too obvious to succeed. Instead, he just ends up desperately leaning over the barriers and waving like he’d never see you again - a sight that brings red to your cheeks and a slight chuckle to emerge from your throat.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Luckily, the flight itself ends up being mostly uneventful, with the plane only having a small turbulence on the way to your old home. You end up passing out for most of the trip, and you’re greeted by loads upon loads of text messages from Doe when you finally disembark and check your phone. It doesn’t help that his texting style is very broken up and erratic, either, with each sentence being split into at least two or three separate texts. Your friend, who was waiting for you at the airport, is incredibly concerned to see them, and you end up explaining all of the things that happened within the Valley. They start staring at you like you’re crazy before you even finish. A quick facetime with Doe does end up confirming everything, though, and you take the opportunity to introduce him to your friend. It takes some time for them to warm up to each other, but they’re at least acquaintances by the time you hang up.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Oh, and all of those text messages from Doe? They aren’t a one time thing. He’ll text and call you as though it’s his last day on Earth, as if it’s the only chance that he’ll ever have to talk to you for the rest of his days. While it’s incredibly endearing at first, considering the genuine happiness that’s apparent in his tone when you answer his phone calls or respond to his texts, it does start to become a bit too overbearing - more so with the differences in time and the fact that Doe doesn’t have human needs in the same way that you do. You end up having to explain the concepts of different time zones to him, as well as the fact that it’s too overwhelming to be texted every second of the day, both of which being concepts that take some time for him to grasp. Once he understands, however, he’ll do his best to lay off of you a bit, something that you appreciate. He’ll also do his best to take care of the apartment while you're gone (which he does surprisingly well at, considering his messier disposition), and you show him some outside movies and scenery.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・You do something similar of Valentine’s Day itself, taking him all around your old home and showing him all of the different places that you had used to visit. You show him your favorite café, your favorite park, even the old place that you had used to live, all while telling him about the differences between life in and outside of the Valley. His eyes are practically glued to the screen as you walk around, with him musing about how ‘strange’ your world was as he looks on at the different scenes. The decorations sitting in all of the storefronts can’t help but catch his interest, either, and you pick him out a few things to bring home as gifts. Doe also gets you some things for the holiday, all of which ranging from somewhat normal to things that look… Well, bizarre would be an understatement. (His grip on the phone is incredibly shaky due to how excited he is, so it might just be that.) You both end the day by watching some movies and shows until you pass out, and Doe is quick to join once he notices your soft breathing. Maybe not the Valentine’s Day that you were expecting, but it wasn’t all that bad.

♡ prompt 32 / dancing. ˚⊹꒷

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Even though it would be absolutely hilarious for Doe to somehow magically be a good (or, let’s be honest - even decent) dancer, there is no way you could ever even convince me to consider the idea of him not having two left feet. (That statement is metaphorical, but there’s definitely a chance that one of his previous false bodies did actually have two left feet.) Even so, I do also believe that Doe would be incredibly interested in the idea of dancing with you. I mean, it’s romantic, it’s cliché, he’s probably seen it tons of times in rom-coms - of course he’d be interested in doing it with you! And on Valentine’s Day, no less? It would be a dream come true for him!

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・That’s exactly the reason that he practically jumps into your arms the moment that the suggestion leaves your mouth, staring at you with a lovestruck expression and pupils so wide that you can’t even see his trademark yellow sclera. Considering all of the long and honestly underpaid shifts that you’re working at the gas station, the two of you would probably just end up falling over, although it wouldn’t do anything to hinder him in the slightest. Instead, he’d just end up springing back up to his feet and pulling you back up as well, asking what kind of music you’d want to dance to.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Depending on your own personal experiences with dancing, you might find the situation to be a learning situation for the both of you. And, sure, Doe is much more obvious with his confusion about the entire topic, but it’s much easier to excuse him constantly stepping on your feet when you remember that his body isn’t his real one. Besides, he doesn’t say anything when you step on his feet, although you do your best to ignore the fact that it’s not out of politeness and instead out of the fact that he can’t exactly feel it.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・When it comes to his music taste, Doe would genuinely just be fine going along with your preferences. (He’s mostly just happy to have the opportunity to even dance with somebody in the first place, especially somebody that he loves, like you!) Of course, he would indulge you if you really wanted to know. I personally imagine that Doe would prefer softer, almost jazz like songs - ones that sound like they’re from the 1900s. (It’s hard to describe the genre, but think about Frank Sinatra like songs.) I like to think that it would fit, especially when you consider the eldritch-like abilities that he has, and the connection that those kinds of vintage-like songs have to the eldritch genre as a whole.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・Truthfully, the worst thing that I could imagine happening (besides the accidental toe stepping) is you bumping your hip into the side of your table a couple of times. Really, dancing with Doe would be a pretty peaceful situation, and you just can’t help but be glad to not worry about something insane happening, moreso when you start to consider just how much manages to happen to you on a day-by-day basis. To be frank, such a peaceful situation was exactly what you needed.

╰₊˚ʚ🔪ɞ・And luckily, there’s nothing crazy that comes along to ruin your time with him, and you’re totally free to savor the time you two spend dancing around the living room of your barely big enough apartment. Such a totally peaceful situation is incredibly rare to come by within the Valley, and although your time there has managed to get you accustomed to some of the daily weirdness, it’s hard not to notice the extra tension that’s released from your shoulders. You’ve managed to work out some of the bigger mess-ups by the time you’re ready to call in quits, and you and Doe end the dance session by watching TV and leaning into each other. Truthfully, you might just ask him to dance with you some other time.

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[louis-ii-reyes-strand]

Hi friends in my phone! I hope you're all having a great Wednesday!

Thank you @welcometololaland @birdclowns @carlos-in-glasses @bonheur-cafe @lemonlyman-dotcom @heartstringsduet for the tags. I'm diving into your snippets as soon as I've posted this!!

“Ignore it, you’re more important right now. Getting you upstairs and nak–” His words, already muffled by TK’s neck, were drowned out by the click of the voicemail machine coming to life, then, “Carlos Tomás Reyes, you better be dying and not ignoring me.”  Carlos froze.  TK grinned. “Is that your sister?”  Carlos dropped his forehead to TK’s chest with a groan. “This can’t be happening.” “It sounds important,” TK said, even as his hands came to settle at Carlos’ shoulders, one edging into the soft hairs at the nape of his neck, holding him in place. “You should answer it.” Carlos groaned. “But we haven’t seen each other in a week!” TK smiled dazedly, still sometimes unbelieving that Carlos was completely enamoured with him. It only made Carlos more resolute in his mission to prove it to him. “We have all of tomorrow off together,” TK reminded him, as if he could forget and hadn't been counting down the days. Carlos knew he was pouting, but it couldn’t help it. “It’s probably not even important," he whined.  TK laughed and began shoving at him. “Go,” he urged.  Carlos huffed and stood up. Luisa was still talking, but he couldn’t quite muster the ability to understand what she was saying. He gave TK one last imploring look before hitting the speakerphone button on the machine. “Hola, Luisa,” Carlos answered, interrupting her creative use of their first language.  “Ay, Dios mio, Chico! Why have a phone if you don’t answer it?” She tutted. He could perfectly imagine the groove in between her eyebrows and the way her lips pinched at the corners. Carlos eyed TK as he gracefully pulled himself from the couch, looking artfully tousled and almost well-fucked. He could just look at him for hours when he was like this, he wanted to do more than look. He felt his breath come quicker as TK crossed the room so he could wind his arms around Carlos’ waist. TK placed a finger against his own pursed lips, faux angelic look on his face, and nodded towards the answering machine where Luisa was still going. “What were you even doing that meant you couldn’t answer the six times I called on your cell? I know you’re not at work because I actually looked at the schedule you sent us.”  “I was, uhh, working out,” Carlos replied. He cringed as soon as the words left his mouth. TK hid an ugly snort in Carlos’ shoulder, pressing his smile into the skin.  “Working out? At three pm on a Tuesday? That’s not in the training plan I made for you. Honestly Carlos if you weren’t going to follow it, why–”  “Why are you calling, Luisa?”  “Oh, yes! Ana’s in labour and she needs you to make those galletas you always make her.”

I'm super late to this today (Mauricio Dubón just walked off a must win game!!!) so majorly low pressure tags for @reyesstrand @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and anyone else that wants to share 🖤

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [15]

Monologue

Standing in front of the deep abyss,

a howling wind blows.

These lands are a closed space,

cut off from everything else by a cliff.

There is no exit anywhere.

Now that we have run out of time,

the only fate which lies ahead of us...

is one where we are caught and pulled apart.

As we are confronted with said reality,

it brings along an unbearable sense of hopelessnessーー

ー The scene starts by the border of the World

Yui: ( We have run out of options. )

( This was the last shot we had at escaping this place. )

Laito: These lands are blocked off by magic. I guess someone threw us in here for their own personal enjoyment.

Even by my standards, that’s just messed up.

Yui: Yeah...

Manipulating our memories, making us fight each other...For what purpose exactly...?

Laito: I don’t know. It frustrates me how little information we have. Butーー 

I just don’t want to be separated from you, no matter what. I don’t want someone else to steal you from me.

Yui: ...! I don’t want to leave you either...

( But even so, we don’t have any more time. With no way out, I know that eventually we’ll get caught. )

Laito: Do you want to keep running away until one of our pursuers catches us then? Inside this closed off world.

Yui: Eh...?

Laito: Ultimately, I will be declared a traitor and killed. While you will be taken away.

But want to keep on fighting till the bitter end...?

Yui: Laito-kun...

Selection

→ Let’s run away together!  (♡)

Yui: Let’s run away together. I don’t want to become separated from you ever again...

Laito: I see. I’m happy to hear those words from you.

But I’m pretty sure we’ll be pulled apart either way once we’re caught. I doubt I’ll be killed on the spot. 

I can only imagine that you’ll be the only thing on my mind once I’m chained up inside my cell.

Yui: No way...

→ There’s no point (🖤)

Yui: There’s no point in doing that...You’ve realized as well, haven’t you? Eventually they’ll find us...

Laito: I see. I honestly thought that the idea of eloping together sounded kind of romantic.

Then...I suppose we simply have to make up our resolve.

Yui: ...

Laito: I hope I can at least stay by your side until the moment I take my final breath.

Yui: Until you take your final breath...?

( Actually... )

ー Yui recalls his words from earlier

Laito: If we were to fall down there, I’m pretty sure it’d be game over, even for us Vampires...

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( If he were to fall from here, even Laito-kun... )

Laito: What’s wrong? 

Yui: Hey...If you’re going to dieーー 

I want you to take me with you.

Laito: ...Eh? 

Yui: If the only other option is to be separated, then I’d much rather just stay together till the very end.

Yui:  With how steep this cliff is, even a Vampire like you wouldn’t survive a fall from here, right?

Laito: Aah...That’s what you mean, huh?

Yui: If there’s truly no other options left, then I want to stay with you at the very least...

-> BRANCH: EUPHORIA ENDING

The game does not tell you if you are in the Euphoria or the Labyrinth branch. In the Euphoria version of this chapter, this is what Laito’s first line after the branch looks like:

飛び降り...か。悲恋の主人公達としては悪くない結末なんじゃないかな。

Laito: You want to jump down...huh? I guess that wouldn’t be a bad way for us to end our tragic love story. 

Yui: Eh...? 

Laito: If that’s what you want, I’ll even drag you down to Hell with me. 

I actually won’t let go with you...You’re fine with that, right?

Yui: Of course!

Laito: Okay. ...Thank you, Yui-chan.

In that case...Let’s go together.

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall of the Violet Manor

Kou: What is going on, for real!? I can’t believe the others suddenly stormed us like that!

I thought they were locked up in the dungeon!?

Azusa: I-I don’t know either...!

Ruki: You must be very confident to chit-chat about trivial matters in front of the enemy.

Kou: Why do we have to fight with this guy out of all people? ーー Kuh...

Azusa: Kou? What’s wrong...!?

ー Kou gets a dizzy spell

Kou: For some reason...I’m incredibly dizzy...Guh...

*Thud* 

Kou: Uu...What’s going on...? There’s several images...flashing through my head...Aaah...!

Azusa: Kou!? Kou, hang in there!!

Ruki: What’s this? I do not know what kind of act you’re putting up here, but you better not believe you’ll be able to catch me with it.

*Cling* 

Azusa: Ruki...san...! Stop, please! Don’t hurt Kou!

You can cut me down as many times as you want, okay...?

Ruki: Such ridiculous brotherly love. Rest assured, neither of you will make it out alive.

Azusa: No way...

Kou: ...Wait...Ruki-kun...

Azusa: Eh...?

Ruki: Hah...?

Kou: Why are you...pointing your sword at us...?

Can’t you tell who we are? ...Ruki-kun...

Ruki: Such nonsenseーー

ー Ruki starts to remember as well

Ruki: ...What is this...?

*SCENE SHIFT*

Subaru: Damnit! What happened to their fuckin’ plan, huh!?

The situation won’t hold for much longer!

Shuu: Haah...What a drag. I’d like to get this over with soon.

Subaru: As you wish!  I’ll crush you real quick!

Reiji: What are you doing, Shuu!? Hurry up and take care of them.

Shuu: No need to tell me.

Subaru: Two against one, huh? Fuck...!

*Woosh* 

Ayato: Woah there! Mr. Sleepyhead! I’ll take you on instead!

Subaru: Wha...!? 

Shuu: Haah? You’re from the Orange House...Why are you helping out the enemy?

Kanato: You still haven’t remembered? As the oldest of the family, the two of them act cocky all the time, yet you haven’t even grasped the situation?

Honestly, I am beyond disappointed.

Subaru: N-No...Explain it to me as well. Why would you two...?

Ayato: Shut up, we can do that later! We still don’t quite get what’s goin’ on either after all.

Subaru: Haah?

Kanato: I believe it was probably Laito. Also her blood. That is what helped us remember. 

Fake brothers and a pointless war. You better believe I am not letting myself get caught up in such a mess and die as a result.

Ayato: I don’t know what that guy’s plans are but...

If he ran away with Chichinashi, I’m sure he has somethin’ in mind.

In that case, I’ll hang on until then!

*CLING*

Shuu: Kuh...!

ー The scene shifts back to the cliff

Yui: ( You really can’t see the bottom. I guess this is what you’d call the ‘pits of Hell’? (1) )

Are you...sure? If we dive down, we’ll most definitely...

Laito: You’re the one who brought it up though. Getting cold feet now?

Yui: No! That’s not it, but...

Laito: I want to be with youーー

...Until the bitter end, no, for eternity.

I’ll be there with you no matter what happensーー So let’s go together.

Yui: ...Yeah...

Monologue

Grabbing hold of each other’s hand,

we stood by the edge of the abyss.

In front of our eyes,

stretched an endless, bottomless pit.

If we took even one step forward,

we’d fall straight down.

However...

Even though I was standing on the verge of death,

my mind felt at peace.

Laito-kun is right there besides me. 

The joy from being able to go together,

surpassed the fear of death.

We looked at each other one last time,

exchanging a tight embrace.

And then,

we dove into the abyssーー

Laito: Yui-chan...Let’s go together.

Yui: Yeah...!

*Rustle*

Yui: Ugh...ーー

( The wind pressure is intense...Almost as if my whole body is being ripped apart... )

*Woosh*

Yui: Kyahーー

ーー Ah.

( Swept away by wind...I’m drifting apart from Laito-kunーー )

Laito: No!

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Laito-kun...

Laito: I refuse...to let go of you...

Don’t worry...As long as we’re together, there’s nothing to be afraid of...

Yui: Yeah...I know...!

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( I don’t care how or where. From here on out, we’ll be together foreverーー )

*Twinkle*

ー The screen fades to white

Yui: ( Eh...? )

( The strong gust of wind from earlier is gone. )

Laito: ...Is this... a light?

Yui: Look at the sky...The landscape is slowly fading away.

Is this what dying is like...?

Laito: Good question. I’ve never experienced death before, so I can’t say for sure but...

It’s very pretty...

Yui: ...Yeah...

( The orbs of light are steadily increasing. My consciousness...is growing faint... )

[EUPHORIA END]

-> BRANCH: LABYRINTH ENDING

The game does not tell you if you are in the Euphoria or the Labyrinth branch. In the Labyrinth version of this chapter, this is what Yui’s first line after the branch looks like:

一緒に飛び降りよう。それで、終わらせよう。

Yui: Let’s jump together. And put an end to it.

I don’t want anyone else pulling us apart.

Laito: ...I can’t believe you’d come to that conclusion...You must truly feel like there’s no other option left, huh?

But I feel the same way. If there is no way back, I want to stay with you till the bitter end.

Even if that means choosing death.

Hey, Yui-chan...Will you die alongside me?

Yui: ( If we stay here under the current circumstances, I won’t be able to stay together with Laito-kun. In which case...I know my answer. )

...Yeah, of course.

Laito: I’m glad. I was worried what I’d do if you were to turn me down.

Yui: As if I’d ever do that?

Laito: Right.

Well then...Let’s hold hands, and go together?

Yui: Yeah...

*Rustle*

*Woosh*

Yui: ( We’re going to...jump down from here. )

( Even though I’m the one who brought it up...I’m a little scared... )

Yui: Laito-kun...Don’t let go of my hand, okay?

Laito: ...Yeah. I won’t let go, no matter what happens.

Yui: Thanks.

Laito: Well then, off we go? So we can be together forever.

ー They jump off the cliff

Yui: Ugh...ーー

( The wind pressure is intense...Almost as if my whole body is being ripped apart... )

( Oh no...I’m going to let go of his hand...! )

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Ahーー )

Laito-kun...!

Laito: ...Shootーー!

Yui: ( He let...go. )

( His hand is...moving further and further away... )

( ーー No! I don’t want to fall alone!! )

( Even though we promised to be together... )

( And that we’d be together until we both take our final breaths... )

( He said he wouldn’t let go, no matter whatーー )

( ...You...liar... )

[LABYRINTH END]

Translation notes

(1) 奈落 or ‘naraku’ is the Japanese word for the Buddhist concept of ‘Hell’, being ‘Naraka’.