#what am i suppose to look foward to now ???

[pigeonplusones]

Wow Episode 6 was so great cant wait for Ep 7 😁😁😁

[gay-strawberry]

invented being a cutie and a softie 🥺🖤

The saddest part of Venom: The Last Dance was Venom knew it was his last dance. He knew one of them would have to die and that it would never be Eddie on his watch, so he did what he could. He stalled until he couldn't anymore and while he stalled he took Eddie on the adventure of a lifetime. He danced with Mrs. Chen, went on a road trip and was able to be the hero of the story. He knew he was going to die but by god if he wasn't going to live a little first. They were the Lethal Protector, and, in the end, Venom got to protect the human and planet he loved so very much.

[c0smoshit]

Hun, I just saw your post about my request being posted earlier! Don't worry about it! Take all the time you need and I want you to enjoy it as much as you can! I know you'll do amazing, and it'll be worth the wait! I am so sorry Tymblr has been a bitch

Blue eyes ミ★

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/Reader

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ Cloud's been having some horrific dreams lately

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ angst!, fluff too, traumas, nightmares, slight harrasment from a drunk guy, visions, voices, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ Sorry for the inactivity and tumblr being a bitch :(( But anyways, enjoy this mess 🫶😭

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 4.462

« Red »

The colour his mind pictured when he started hearing things, seeing them. His head spinned and hurt, closing his eyes tightly while strange voices filled his mind.

He didn't know where they came from or why they did it, but he was so tired of them.

At first it didn't happen really often, it all started when he stepped on that polluted city. It caused him such a weird and sad feeling, Midgar, the city that was supposed to be such an advance in technology, bringing fresh and huge mako reactors to create those little colorful pearls everyone seemed to want.

But it was all bullshit, they were destroying the planet, milking every mako drop out of it. It got to a point were people couldn't even see the daylight from the slums, greeted by hours and hours of darkness and emptiness.

His mind often circled around how lifeless the faces of the people were, matched with the depressing sight of the metallic buildings and playgrounds. The only natural light that beamed through the endless sandy paths were the children, bringing honest giggles and big jovial grins to the world.

How would it feel to be a kid again?

Nostalgia rested deep inside him, he mourned those years, when it all felt right and real.

Long walks along the little village with his mother, longer ones in the mountains by the back of his house.

Breathe clean air, sleeping with the sound of the air hitting the slope of the mountains with persistence.

His mother caressing his hair as he told her not to ruffle it up

"Learning" how to be a SOLDIER by himself.

He reminisces about his loneliness too, he constantly looked foward to what Tifa's friends were up to.

Although he didn't really fit with anyone on Nibelheim besides Tifa, he was happy and he had dreams. Dreams that were soon sliced by a huge Masamune.

No matter how hard his subconciousness, driven by the silhouette of SOLDIERS and Sephiroth, tried to tell him that those kids were inferior to him, they seemed to be so joyful and honestly happy.

And he just... was there.

Those were the happiest years he had ever looked back on, and now they just remained as memories.

But time appeared to exacerbate those imminent dark nights.

People would frequently put him as a companionless guy, one of many who enjoyed the silent strides of their own feet. And he was, he loved being alone, not with his mind.

He had become accustomed to being alone, he always had been a solitary person and that's all he knew.

His mind roved around his past, his memories, and he often found himself trying to decipher if they were real or just some images that this new voice had placed deeply inside his psyche.

Maybe that was the reason he actually likes spending time with the group, not really the fact that he got to be with them but the comfort of the voices being subdued by them. Even if it just lasted some hours.

Midgar had a dark aura around it that he only seemed to discern. And it got worse and worse, scarlet painted memories of the ones he couldn't protect.

He was tired, tired of it all.

Tired of fighting only to be compensated with grief and regret.

Tired of taking care of everyone, as cruel as it sounded.

Tired of seeing him everywhere, even on the safety of your arms.

The man, if he even deserved that name, who took his life away savagely, his dreams and his trust for him. The day he remembers the most, yet so vaguely, a chaos of blurred ( burnt ) out images inside his messed up brain.

The years had taken away decades of sanity that should still remain inside him.

And hundreds of hours of sleep too.

His body sometimes walked itself out of his makeshift appartment Tifa had lent him, governed by the need of "fresh" air. Nonetheless they were just mere excuses for the fear he felt, knowing that he had to sleep that night with his own thoughts.

He saw you once, streets painted with the caliginosity of the moon, you looked calm as you feet dragged you through the solid metal walls.

He pondered about going and talk to you, but he opted to just watch you fade away into the dead of night. Kind of creepy, he thought, but he didn't want to disturb your peace.

But the metal clank of his comically large sword, resting heavily on his back almost exposed him. Two confused glowing orbs looked around, trying to decipher what they just heard. However they eventually calmed themselves down and continued their enigmatic pace.

He let out a sigh of relief he wasn't aware was holding, lowering the rapid gloved hand that tried to stop the movement of his sword from the handle.

Before he decided that he should leave you alone, something sparkled inside him, something was wrong.

He resumed his steps and before he even had a chance to think, some strange man approached you. Maybe you had a boyfriend he didn't know about?

That option was quickly discarded as your face scrunched up in disgust for a brief moment before you smiled at the man, telling him something. Something he didn't seem really excited about as he slurred some words out of his mouth while closing the distance between the both of you.

His forbearance soon emptied itself, he couldn't bear seeing you like this for another minute. He was aware you knew how to manage yourself in fights and this wouldn't be the first time your shin ended on some guy's crotch.

But everytime something like this occurs, you try to be as polite as you posibly can, not wanting the situation to escalate to a higher problem. Muttering some

"I'm fine thank you"

Your hands crossed in front of your chest, tugging tightly your own shirt as you tried to walk away. But the weird guy got even closer to you, smiling as if he was proud of winning a medal, trying to cage you into the wall.

"Aww cmon, I just wanna have some fun tonight"

His disgusting drunken reek filled your poor nostrils, god why couldn't he just walk away or something?

"You don't want to have some fun?"

You were forced to stop dead on your tracks as his hand launched itself, hitting the wall besides you, ending up at your eye level.

"Hey-"

Your eyes widened in horror as he came closer to your face, whispering something into your ear that your mind couldn't process, as the only thing that popped up instead was the image of your fist fitting so good into his cheekbone.

The hand that grabbed your waist was your last straw, but before you could land a decent blow into the man's face something stopped you. Well, rather someone.

Some signature light blonde locks followed by a stoic and quite angry expression appeared behind the guy, his thin lips parted, words fell out of them full of irritation.

"Mind your own bussiness, freak"

A scoff was heard but it was soon replaced by a leather sound, the yank of someone's jacket followed by the loud sound of a body hitting the ground.

The man quickly got himself up, dusting off his clothes and when he was ready to make some comments about the appearance of the one who had taken him down, he decided to shut his mouth as his eyes travelled to the weapon he was wearing.

That and his intimidating appearance, the moon casting it's light into his back so his face was dark enough not to reveal his features, but not his piercing mako eyes.

Eyes that stared down at him with the most disgusting look he had ever seen on anyone's face before.

And in spite of the fact that Cloud wasn't that intimidating like Barret could be, his actions made his whole facade darker. He wasn't a tall and beefy guy, but he was strong.

Just by one movement of his sword he could slice a motorbike in half, his dexterity with blades was what made him feared.

And yet he was also good in close battles, clear agility as he moved through both the battlefield and the hits that were thrown at him. That and his quick thinking and last minute dodges he offered too.

The man had already vanished into the rumbling engines that worked overnight, fused with the quiet chatter of the souls who worked late. You sighed out in harmony with his grip softening on the handle of his sword once again.

You had so many questions that needed to be answered right now, the louder one asking how come he was here tonight?

The night ended with him taking you back home, telling you that you should be more careful, gaining a frow of your brows and you saying something about how you could protect yourself.

And he knew that, he had seen you fight with him, taking down enemies that he was too slow to see. But he still wanted to take a look after you, make sure nobody harmed you in any ways.

He wanted to be there the way you were there for him.

« Blue »

The way his visions were tinted like, navy blue mixed with some undertones of green.

They were the worst part of all this madness he was enduring.

They caused him headaches and the feeling of disorientation, and he absolutely despised being lost. He didn't even know who he was or why he was here, his mind was the worst puzzle he had to ever go through.

However, that wasn't the darkest thing about it.

The visions felt so real, vivid images flashing through his mind like a high speed train, travelling through all his senses and flooding them.

He could see everything and no matter how hard he tried to squeeze his eyes shut, his own brain forced them open.

He could hear the cries and wailings for mercy, sometimes for help, his help.

He could touch, but everything was so far away yet so close to him.

He could taste the bitter-sweet savour of guilt.

The rancid smell of sadness.

The only sound that brought comfort to him, as it being a signal that he was still alive, ceased it's rythmic pumping. A looming mist spreading from his stomach to the rest of his body, fueling his nerves.

He could sense that they either were years appart from his timeline or mere minutes away.

But the conclusions all ended up in the same alleyway, they were going to happen.

Something deep inside whispered into his pierced ear that he couldn't do anything about them, that they weren't just some visions inside his head.

And they frightened him, watching from an imaginary seat how his friends died, how the planet was destroyed, his face.

As a result from this, his head became a cage that no matter how hard he tried to break the iron bars with his naked hands, he was too weak to do so. He just wanted liberty.

That cage multiplied at least ten times the feeling of claustrophobia the aura of the city gave him.

"No!"

A heartrending cry ringed painfully through his ears, loud enough to make them feel as if they were about to bleed.

His eyes were closed but he didn't want them open either way, the ground felt cold even with his boots on.

"Please don't"

The agonizing voice didn't die down like he was waiting for, instead it increased it's volume, almost as if it wanted for him to look up and see what was going on.

And eventually, he did.

His eyes searched for the voice ( for you ), eyes falling on the hand that was clutching for dear life a metal structure.

He recognized the place right away, the lukewarm temperature envolving the gears and his body, the mustiness that filled up his nose. He was inside a reactor.

Faint lights gloomed upon his clothes as his feet dragged him through the grilles, his back felt empty. He didn't have the soothing weight of his weapon, feeling vulnerable to whoever wanted to fight him.

"Please, Cloud"

That did it for him, it was unmistakably you.

Your sweet and sometimes monotone tone was gone, blatantly swapped with a much more startled and uneasy one. Your hands were the only thing visible for him to see right now, the image of your body suspended in the air already present inside his brain.

He didn't know why but a memory of your hand touching his flooded his mind, he liked the softness of them, he wished he didn't had gloves on.

The more intense your cries became, the more he wanted to scream back at you, tell you that he was there, that you were going to be fine.

But nothing came out of his mouth

He kneeled down in front of you, finally able to see your face. But he didn't like the way you were sweating, how your eyes widened in horror as you looked back at him. He wanted to see your features soften, to hear your laugh, your voice telling him not to overwork himself.

The abyss consumed him, what seemed like miles and miles of hollowness and darkness bellow you.

Your left hand slipped off the edge with a yelp, you were slowly sinking down and he wasn't going to let you do so. His hand grabbed the one that was still gripping the platform, clutching it tightly.

He wouldn't let you slip off that easily.

Your quivering voice was the only sound that could deafen the roar of the engines around the both of you. Although you were visibly sweating, your hand felt cold under the thin layer of his black gloves.

An invisible rock attached to your feet by a thick rope made you feel heavier than before, gradually dragging you lower and lower from his grasp.

He couldn't even let out grunts or sighs out of his mouth, he wanted to tell you to hold on, just a bit more and you were going to be safe with him once again.

He tried to lift you up, but you didn't budge. His body tensed up and he was becoming more and more impatient.

By the time your hand finally gave up on him, he was laying face down on the ground, his feet stopping him from falling down with you.

"I'm sorry"

A tear slipped from your tired eyes, your body dissapearing into the void with the saddest smile he had ever seen on your face. He didn't want to ever see that expression again, he wanted you to smile brightly, not fade out lights with it.

And why were you apologizing? He should be the one to do so, he was unable to save you. You should be here with him now, enveloping your loving arms around him while you thanked him.

He felt his heart being crushed down, he wouldn't be able to feel you pat his shoulder in a reassuring way whenever he had to fight someone again, your hands dusting off his clothes after a long mission.

He wanted to cry, to scream, to kill someone.

But his mouth was sealed shut, his hands trembled but no tears seemed to stain his cheeks. His heart pumped harshly inside his chest and as if someone were tugging his hair, his head hurt.

And when he closed his eyes, they were opened again.

But he wasn't met with cramped, massive iron walls around him, he was met with his unfurnished blank wall.

Thank god, he thought.

His sheet was between his legs and the floor, a cotton waterfall on the side rail of the bed. His shirt was ridden up above his belly button, the moon was still up in the sky staring at him with a motionless facade. And he could've sworn it was mocking him.

He had sat up abruptly, letting out a screech he wanted to let out for a while now, reverberating from his chest and into the small room. He tried to calm his breathing, his hands clutched the matress bellow him.

His hair was messier than it usually was, he stared at the closed window and into the incessant lightless sky.

For the first time in his life he was pleased to see those streets again.

That took place about week ago and of course he didn't tell anyone. He didn't want to pile more stress and worry on the shoulders of the group.

On the outside, his demeanour didn't change a bit. Well, not for the ones who didn't know him.

His subtle tiredness and grumpiness was cristal clear for you to notice. His patience died down sooner than before and his irascibility when he was fighting someone was what exposed him.

And if his answers were dry and short they basically were nonexistent now.

But he had a thick skull and no matter how many times you asked him—

"Is everything alright?"

His head turned around to see you, a confused frown rested on his face. Had he done anything weird?

—he didn't seem to answer you.

He then shook his head and his hand, silently telling you that he was fine. But you stopped yourself before asking him a second time, you didn't want to be a nuisance either way.

You were walking next to him a few meters away from the group in front of you. They walked back to Seventh heaven, but you purposedly abandoned your talk to walk with Cloud instead.

And he didn't seem bothered by it, he appreciated the way you cared about him, but he couldn't tell you what was happening, not now.

He didn't dare to look at you, he knew if he did so, flashes of his prior dreams would engulf his mind.

Sooner or later he did, throbbing guilt crossed painfully his mind when he did so. He saw blue in your eyes.

An ocean emerged in front of his eyes, submerging your face and then your clothes, coalesced with a big meadow of beatiful grown grass that enveloped your features.

He could've found this view incredibly magestic if it wasn't for the fact that he knew what was about to happen.

He didn't- He couldn't take it anymore.

His skull appeared to be thicker inside his skin, crushing down his brain. His hands swiftly made contact with his forehead, eyes closed shut and avoiding to see anything.

Whispers and sometimes yells echoed through the dim alleyway, his knees bucking as he supported himself on the wall.

His eyes achingly opened up again, his hands grasped something that was too soft to be a stone wall, he saw your face.

"Please don't- Please don't go"

"to the reactor..."

Your soft voice with some hints of sleepiness reached his eardrums, was he dreaming?

A question he found himself asking a lot lately, not knowing how to discern between reality and a vision or a dream.

He hesitated to open his eyes once again, his headache had dissapeared but his eyelids felt heavier than before.

When was before?

He saw your face, but you weren't staring at him back. Subsequently your hands stroked his hair tenderly, a touch he would love to die for.

You were humming softly, his mother did that a lot when she was cleaning him up and tucking him before sleep.

He wanted to admire your beauty for just a little while, the moon stared at him once again, but this time he was the one who laughed at it.

Your soft skin, your hair released from the confines of your hair tie, your lips, your eyelashes that batted so cutely whenever you saw an animal, your nose.

You were from another dimension.

And he melted right away after you noticed that he was awake, your smile being the first thing that came into his vision. The loss of warmth on his blonde locks made him a bit mad.

That was when he noticed where he was laying on, your legs. Blood rushed to his cheeks, creating a slight blush on his pale skin. But he shrugged his thoughts fast enough for you not to notice his weakness.

He wished that whenever he had a nightmare or a crude vision your thighs would be there to craddle his head.

He didn't know why he was here but he didn't want to hear the answer too, he was more than happy to be there either way.

He knew he could speak right now, but he didn't have anything to say. Your hand falling down into his cheek followed with a kind look on your lips was what kept him silent.

And the words that fell from them were the only reason he was still fighting Shinra, fighting with you, for you, to hear them again and again.

He didn't demand poetic phrases for him to melt on spot, just by hearing the most simple reassuring worss fall from your lips was more than enough for him.

"I'm here for you "

He spent the rest of the night curled up like a ball on top of your legs, hearing your honeyed words deliciously filling his ears repeatedly.

He wouldn't tell you why he had passed out on top of you, why had he pushed you to the wall in front of the group as he anxiously warned you.

And he ceirtantly wouldn't tell you about how his dream of you walking alone in an alleyway was the reason his body walked itself out of his appartment.

The softness of your skin wasn't there anymore it was replaced by your cozy pillow, but it wasn't enough for him.

Dawn's first light entered through your closed window, hitting his face. He had slept without any worries for the first time in weeks, drowned in your touch.

He wanted to thank you, he only had spent a night with you and you had managed to clear his mind from any racing thoughts. His head craved for your touch, his arms and his hands too.

He looked down and he saw his usual clothes, but now they smelled like you.

But you weren't there, he looked around and he took advatange of the quiet dawn to see your room. It was the same size as his own one, but it was definitely prettier than his.

Clean sheets deliciously wrapped around his body that fell down onto his legs when he sat up on the bed, your bed. Cute posters and images about some cats, family and friends laying around on your desk or hanging on the wall.

He rubbed his somnolent eyes before getting off the bed with a swift move, laying on his feet. He noticed that they were lighter than before and when he looked down, he wasn't wearing his boots anymore. You had taken the time to take them off before getting him inside your bed, a small smile formed on his lips at the thought.

His head pekeed through your door as he opened it as quietly as he could, it was still pretty early so he didn't want to wake you up if you were still around.

Without the huge piece of metal behind his back he was pretty quiet, so he used that on his advantage.

His feet guided him until he reached what seemed to be like your living room, it was the same like your bedroom. It was a copy of his own one but much cozier.

But he didn't have time to look around like he did with your room, you were a much more pleasant sight to see. He walked silently until he was right next to your sleeping form.

The first thing that crossed his mind was how gorgerous you were like this, comfy and relaxed under the spell of sleepiness. Your rythmic slow-paced breaths, they reminded him of the sea.

However, he immediately felt bad for stealing your bed, he noticed the way you were curled up on the small couch, your back was probably going to kill you when you woke up.

So without any second thought, his left hand wrapped itself bellow your knees while his right one simultaneously enveloped your back. He gently lifted you up in his arms, your head lolling to the side until it met his shoulder, your temple resting next to his chest.

He wasn't going to lie to himself, he sometimes daydreamed about carrying you like this, how would it feel. Your sweet "thank you"'s echoed inside his head when he lifted your harmed form after a cruel battle, your arms hugging his neck.

A few minutes passed and he thanked his hard training for being able to hold you like this for a long while.

Your body shivered, right, you didn't seem to have a spare blanket other than the one in your bed. So he pressed his body closer to yours, trying to warm you up.

He knows he's already called you pretty and gorgerous over ten times now, but god, he needed to remark it. And right now you looked as cute as those cats you seemed to love, unconciously hiding your face on his chest with a long sigh.

He marched back into your room and he noticed that his buster sword was resting on the right wall of the living room, next to his boots.

The more he noticed those little details, the more he wanted to hold you close to him.

But when he finally reached your room after an agonizing ( purposely ) slow pace, it was time for you to properly rest.

So he placed you on top of your mattress, heart fluttering when he saw your little stretch on the bed. He enveloped your body with your blanket, mimicking your pleasured smile when he did so.

If only time could stop right now

He closed the curtains so the light didn't disturb your well deserved sleep like it did to him and then he sat down next to your bed.

Thankful for having a cure for his illnesses.

[farewelln3verland]

Hi 👋 I’d love if you could please write some Jeonghan fluff? Maybe reader trying to sneak into bed late without waking him, but obviously he’s a sensitive sleeper so she wakes him anyway. But he’s glad because then he can kiss her goodnight…I need to find me a Hannie!!

WAKE ME ANYTIME

pairing: bf! light sleeper! jeonghan x reader

a/n: i'm sorry this took so long! i hope you like it!

the time was currently 1:58 AM. you were supposed to get off from work almost three whole hours ago, but your dick of a boss decided it was a good time for you to re-log everything in your company inventory.

and- he's your boss, what were you supposed to do?

when you'd found out, you'd texted your boyfriend, jeonghan, that you would be running late (by a lot) and not to wait up.

usually he would, but with their recent comeback, he'd been falling asleep without even trying. he'd fall asleep watching a movie, waiting for dinner, even in the midst of eating.

now, the only challenge was getting into the apartment and falling into bed without waking him.

no matter how tired he got, he always woke up at the littlest thing. once, he woke when you dropped a plastic fork in the kitchen.

over 50 feet away

so to say you were going into stealth mode was an understatement.

first, you took off your shoes, leaving your socks on. then you quietly stuck the key into the lock and slowly, painfully, turned it.

once that step was complete, you opened the door, just wide enough for you to slip into, then quickly closed it.

you held your breath- listening in the silence for a telltale sign you'd woken jeonghan.

so far so good.

now for the hard part.

the apartment was dark, and even though you two were pretty tidy people, you knew there was a chance you'd bump into something, but the light might wake him.

so, you decided to slowly slide your feet foward, never removing them from the hardwood flooring.

the door to your shared bedroom was partially closed, but it was wide enough for you to get through with no trouble.

"hi baby." you whispered.

you should've known.

slightly propped up by his arm, jeonghan looked at you with sleepy eyes and a small smile.

"how long?" you walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, gliding your fingers through his hair.

"since you set your things down." he admitted.

"i'm so sorry love-" you tried to say but he cut you off with a finger to your lips.

"no, no i'm glad you woke me up." reaching out for you, he pulled you closer.

"now i get to kiss you goodnight."

[cheesecakeislazy]

So I was laying in bed, unable to sleep, because it’s summer and I’m an insomniac. When suddenly, I had a horny little idea. If you guys don’t like horny stuff- my next post won’t be horny <3

(FYI THIS SHIT IS HORNY AS FUCK AND IS NOT MEANT FOR CHILDREN!!)

Grinding For EXP

A F!Reader x BEN Smut

There he was. Your boyfriend. In all his glory. Just.. sitting there. BEN hasn’t moved in a while.. at this point, you were so used to him gaming all the time you didn’t really bother registering what game he was playing. All you do know is that BEN was currently grinding for some EXP.

Normally you would just do whatever you wanted to do, but right now? You really don’t know what got into you… he just looked so goddamn adorable sitting there. Listening to his small angry grunts, watching as his nose scrunched up, his ears twitching sharply every so often, he had his tongue stuck out just a little bit..

Of course, you always thought BeN was adorable- he’s your boyfriend for gods sake. Yet something inside of you needed to be fed. Like a deep desire to be touched! Oh…

…

It hit you like a truck.

…

You were horny for your boyfriend. You supposed that it made sense, the two of you haven’t been intimate for a while.. and also- who wouldn’t wanna be finger-fucked by a guy that knew how to move his hands at the speed of light? It took BeN a little to learn how to please you, but once he got the basic understanding of the whole ordeal, he was a master at the craft.

“UGH!! F-FUCKING SPAWNS T-TAKE-TAKING AGES!!” BEN’s loud yell brought you back to Earth, you figured that you didn’t just wanna ask him to fuck you. No no, that was too boring. You were gonna do it the fun way~

“Hey, Baby?” You slowly walked up behind bEN, it seems as if he had honestly forgotten that you were in the same room as he jumped lightly.

“Huh-? OH! S-Sorry.. W-Was I-I too loud? Am-Am I being.. an annoyance?” BEN always assumed the worst, the normal part of your brain wanted to give him a hug and tell him how amazing he was- Meanwhile the horny part of your brain wanted to show him how amazing he was by sucking his dick..

“No! Of course not, Baby! I just saw that you were getting pretty mad about…” You looked over at the screen, he was mad about Undertale spawns? Ah… genocide.. that checks out. “Your little genocide run, so I decided to come over and help you relax! Could I… sit in your lap?”

BEn looked like he was about to faint right then and there, the cutie got so red in the face..

“A-Ah.. Of Course!! Anything for you, Babes!” BEN shifted his blankets around so you could sit on his lap comfortably. You have him a quick thanks as you made yourself comfortable.

After a few minutes of small talk, cuddles, and watching him play- you decided that you were bored and were gonna put your plan into action. At first, it just looked like you were trying to shift your position to get more comfortable. However.. you kept doing it.. over and over again.. BEns got a dirty mind, of course he thought you were teasing him, but he tried to ignore it in case you weren’t.

You were honestly starting to get annoyed, you’ve been subtly grinding on him for nearly 10 minutes! He had a boner, you knew that for certain, but he was trying really hard to muffle his whines- and he has actually succeeding this time! That was it. You’re done with trying to be subtle! You’re gonna be foward!

This time, it was obvious that you were grinding on him, you noticed that BeN was gripping the controller pretty tightly. So.. you grinded on him harder and harder until..

“A-Ah~ Baby.. M-Maybe you-you should-shouldn’t move s-so much..”

Ben looked like he wanted to die, he loved you- but when he was submissive, he was a submissive bitch.

But you didn’t fear God, so you turned around in his lap in order to face him directly. You stared into his eyes as you ground your hips into his hard-on, causing him to let out a much louder yelp of pleasure as you continued.

BEN realized where this was going and paused the game, setting the controller down in order to grab your hips as you grinded into him.

You were honestly having a lot of fun just watching his eyes roll into the back of his head, his lips parted as he pants desperately for you, occasionally bucking his hips upwards into yours in an attempt to get more pleasure out of the experience.

If you were being completely honest, you totally would’ve been perfectly fine with just grinding on him all night long- but before you could tease him any further, he grabbed your wrist and within seconds had you pinned to the sofa. From how he was acting, you assumed you were going to be the one on top- but clearly.. BEN had different plans.

“Baby.. as m-much as I-I love-love it when you tea-tease me.. it’s not fair! Having s-such a beautiful wom-woman on top of me.. m-moving her h-hips like a-a goddess? No.. I can’t be having my p-per-perfect darling do something w-where she does all the work!” BEN stared lovingly into your eyes, it was almost hypnotic…

BEN carefully began grinding his cock into you, both of you still fully clothed. He began biting and licking your neck, leaving love-bites and hickeys everywhere. Carefully, he began removing your top, staring at your chest. BEN never really cared that much about a girls chest, but yours? Holy moly.. to him, your chest was a masterpiece that needed to be marked as his.

This time, BEN wasn’t as gentle as he bite and sucked at your breasts. Bite marks and hickeys covering your breasts and neck, you knew this night would be a long one.. and you couldn’t wait for it to really begin. BEN began to kiss down your body, licking and biting your sensitive spots as he began removing your pants. As soon as he saw the giant wet spot soaking through your panties, he practically moaned in delight.

“Baby~! Ah~ Is this-this all because of- of me~? You’re so.. adorable~” Ben said as he pressed two fingers against your cunt, causing you to flinch and let out a quick yelp of pleasure. Taking his sweet ass time, Ben removed your panties. Spreading your legs wide open as soon as they were long gone, now placed haphazardly somewhere on the floor.

BEN admired your soaking wet entrance as he licked his lips, just to be safe, he looked up at you for approval. You, of course, nodded your head at him as quickly as you could possibly do. BEN removed his shirt and tossed it somewhere in his room, before bending over and taking a quick lick between your folds. You squealed in delight, smooshing his head between your thighs. Ben adored eating you out, you always acted adorable as he did it. Not only that, but you tasted like perfection~!

Nearly as soon as BEN got a taste, he couldn’t stop. BEN began to eat you out like it was the first meal he’s had in years; sucking your clit and teasing it with his tongue, kissing your entrance and shoving his tongue inside, fucking you with his tongue as his nose prodded at your clit. You were a fucking mess, you had BeN trapped between your thighs as he ate you out, moaning out his name so loud you were certain the entire mansion could hear you. And the thought of that turned you on so much more~

BEN could hear your moans getting more frantic as your thighs clenched around his head even tighter, you were getting close to cumming. BEN somehow managed to speed up just a little bit more, moaning into your core as he grinded his clothed dick into the sofa. Everything he did just made you tip over the edge until you finally saw stars and squirted all over BeN’s face. You were still recovering from your orgasm as BEN removed his sweatpants and boxers- his cock leaking precum from how badly it begged to fuck you. And you were more than happy to let him pound you like you were some toy of his.

BEN kissed you gently on the lips, once again asking if you wanted him, he always asked for consent. You nodded, speaking a verbal yes to scare away any of his possible fears. BEN nodded at you, his ears extremely tinted pink as they twitched. His ears twitched more and more as he slowly began to enter your core. The sound of his cock entering you sounded like something out of a porno, a factoid that made BeN so fucking horny for you in that very moment, more so than he already was.

Like always, BEN started off slow, slow yet deep thrusts that made you whimper and beg for more. BEN grabbed your thighs and held them up as he began to thrust faster and faster. Your mind fell blank and filled up with a lustful fog as his cock filled you up, perfectly hitting the spot in your body that makes you let out almost animalistic moans and whines.

BEN’s bedroom echoed with the sounds of your moans, his heavy panting and whimpers, and the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

Ben moved one of his thumbs closer to your clit, rubbing gentle yet harsh circles. Bringing you so much closer to your orgasm, you loudly moaned his name, your walls tightly clenching his cock, as if to milk him dry of his inevitable orgasm.

BEN fucked you faster and harder as he felt his cock twitch inside you, he was going to cum soon- but he has to make sure you came before he did. Rubbing your clit even faster and he spoke showers of praises to you. You let out a musical of moans and whimpers as your pussy clenched around him again, cumming and creaming all over his cock.

The feeling of your orgasm on him made BEN go into the deepend, thrusting even faster as he chased after his orgasm- harshly biting your neck as he made you cry with pleasure and overstimulation.

Finally, BEN came inside you with a loud moan and flopped on top of you. Holding you close as the both of you tried to catch your breathes.

The two of you sat in comfortable, loving silence..

Until suddenly BEN bucked his hips into you again.

This was going to be.. an amazing night~

[axel-silverly]

Okay so... I know I said next post would be about Aglas's relationship with the Kings, that is, until I realized how behind I am with the story *cough* midchapterthree *cough* and unholy boards, and so I'm afraid I'm missing key informations about the characters.

But. I still wanted to post something in the meantime (cause knowing me it could take months), so, as a compromise, I present to you...

Coversations that Aglas had at some point with the devils (1)

Aglas: has been staring at Satan for some time

Sitri: "Mh? Is something the matter, Solomon?"

Aglas: "My name's Aglas. But anyway, it's nothing much, just... I'm only just realizing that Satan saved me from certain death. And that I had intercorse with him. And, he proclaimed me as his. Multiple times."

Sitri: "Mh? But all those things had already happened in the past, I thought you would have been used to it by now."

Aglas: glares at him

Ppyong: tries to ease the tension "S-Still, Mr. Aglas, I get that for a human this might be overwheliming! After all, humans can't handle strong emotions that well, and I'm sure that interacting with an handsome devil such as His Majesty-"

Aglas: "Oh, no, no. That's not what I meant."

Ppyong: "Oh, Is that so..? Then, what did you mean?"

Aglas: "Just, you know, that I've done all of that with Satan. Like, the Satan. In flesh and blood."

Ppyong: "So- You mean you knew about his Majesty Satan back on earth?? That's amazing!!"

Aglas: "Uh, of course I did. You don't even need to be interested in demonology, Satan's the most known devil on earth, everyone knows who he is."

Satan: "Oh? grins Is that so? You knew about me?"

Aglas: Smirks "Yeah, although, I never would have guessed the Devil himself would be so easy on the eyes~"

Satan: chuckles "Is that so? What? You disappointed, Aglas? Did you expect me to be big and scary?"

Aglas: "Oh, don't get me wrong darling, your good looks were not an unpleasant surprise~ Still, I did expect you to be more than a few centimetres taller than me.."

Satan: glares "Oi, you're stepping into dangerous territory, you know that?"

Aglas: "Mhhh, but, what if I say I like the danger, darling~?"

Satan: "Why you... You really are... something else." Leans in

Aglas: "Oh wait!"

Satan: "Huh?"

Aglas: "Well, see I told you were the most known devil on earth but actually it's a sort of competition with Lucifer..."

Satan: "Wha- Lucifer?"

Aglas: "Well yes, some even think you two are the same devil."

Satan: "The same- What?"

Aglas: "Yeah, don't blame them honestly, theology is so complicated... But, one thing that's mostly agreed upon on Lucifer is that he used to be God's loveliest angel."

Aglas: his cheeks flush red  "Aaahh... I do wonder if his beauty matches the descriptions~"

Satan: "..." grinds his teeth and grabs Aglas's wrist, dragging him along

Aglas: "Eh? And where are you taking me exactly?"

Satan: "In that back alley."

Aglas: "Back- ... Oh my! I love how straight foward you are, darling~"

Satan: "Shut up and just come here." Pulls him out of sight

Aglas: "Aaahhhn~"

And yes, he totally brought Lucifer up on purpose to rile Satan up.

Anyway, it was supposed to be short but that was quite long, wasn't it? Hope you liked it! Also, you decide wheter I'm really bad at naming things or if the series name was so specific on purpose

~🔮🖤

[oceandolores]

Off to the Races. —Lalo Salamanca x McGill!Reader— Chapter 2.

summary: it's been days since Lila and Lalo met. Even though it was a short meet, they can't keep each other out of their minds, andddd hands...

words count:

warnings!: there would be some warnings to this series, include. age-gap (20 years), violence, drugs, guns violence, ptsd, grieving, death, blood, sexual scenes or references, better call saul and breaking bad kind of violence and vibes.

Chapter 2.

"I'm sorry, you what?"

"Look, I didn't know that you would actually get back here? You didn't even call me to tell me!" Jimmy, Kim, and Lila are in Kim and Jimmy's apartment now. Apperently, they got together and now living together, without Lila's knowing.

Lila's mouth is still open, "I need to digest all of this." She said while fidgeting the side of her forehead. There's indeed a lots of going on in Jimmy's life now. He told Lila everuthing She needs to know, including how he has to go to Chuck's one year death anniversary, and how it so important to him, to get back his lawyer license.

"Oh, C'mon, Lila." Jimmy approching Lila. She stepped back, "You lied to me." Kim is looking at the two siblings.

"You said you had a stable job at HHM! Now—I—What the hell, Jimmy!" She's mad because of her brother lied to her. He knows that Lila hates when people lied to her, it made her feels like she's not worthy.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lila." Jimmy tried to explain more, "At least you should have called me?!" She said again. "I don't know, Jimmy. It feels like...I don't even know you anymore." Kim look at Lila now.

She felt her sadness, Lila and Kim knew each other since forever. She was practically grew up with her. Jimmy leaning foward to Lila, stroking her shoulders, "Oh, C'mon, you're still my baby sis, that was stupid. I know. I'm sorry. You're my favourite sister!"

"I am your your only sister, Jimmy." She said, "Exactly. Now, please come with us to this event." He said. He thinks that important how Lila's presence shows the board that at least he's in a stable relationship with his other family, that means that he has someone to control on him, besides Kim.

Lila is thinking for a moment, before she said "Ok. Ok. But, I won't be long. I have to buy some things fot the new apartment." Lila's got the job at the hospital, and because Jimmy and Kim's are living together now, She can't live with Jimmy. So, She found a new apartment not far from their's, thanks to Kim. Now, Kim stepped foward, "I can help you with that,"

Lila look at her, "Oh no, It's okay Kimmy. I'm fine." She looked down for a moment, "Look, I'm sorry guys, I should have told you that I'm back to town for good. I guess, I'm just worried about you, Jimmy. You're all I have now." She said and looked down, Jimmy looks at Kim, and it was like they communicate with their eyes. Kim took her hand, "You have me, Lila. I promise you, We'll always be there for you. We're family." Kim said and went for a hug.

"Family taking care of each other, I promise I'll protect you always, honey." Jimmy said and join the hug.

"Thank you and I love you all so much, but you can't protect me and taking care of me if I'm dead because of running out of breath!" Jimmy and Kim realized and let go the hug with a laugh.

"Please, save your tears, it's not time for an emotional ride yet. C'mon, Let's go, Ladies!" Jimmy said with some energy.

***

They all finally arrives at the event wearing all black, but, Lila goes with a white and black dress. She doesn't want it looks like a fucking funeral, they already had the funeral. The plan is Jimmy is supposed to pay a 23.000 dollars check and said it was an "anonymous" for the event so that the jury can see that Jimmy is really care about his brother and all that lawyer stuff that Lila doesn't understand. But, Jimmy hires a butler to literally tell everyone that it was him who paid. Well, Jimmy is Jimmy. Nothing to be surprised of.

"Lila?" She was looking at Kim talking woth somebody that she guess was important, then she heard her name was called, she turned back and look at Howard, "Howard? Oh how are you?" They went for a hug, "I'm great, When did you get here? How long have you been here?" He asked, "Oh, Just a couple of days. I'm back here for good." She said, Honestly her and Howard in a good friendship relationship, it's just him and Jimmy's relationship isn't that good.

"Really? You got a job as a doctor here?" He said, and she nodded, "Wow, that's really great. I didn't see you at the funeral, So it was good to see you, you look great!" He said again.

"I skip the funeral." She said, "But, thanks tho, you look great urself, Howie."

"I'm sorry about your brother," He said, "It's okay."

She saw Kim walked away to Jimmy, at the outside. "Look, It's really nice to meet tou again, Howard. But, I've better check on Jimmy." She hugs him, "Well, if you need some helping hand or anything else you know where to find me, do ya? It's really nice to talk to you again, Lila." He nodded and then she walked away to the outside, towards Kim and Jimmy.

"How is it?" Lila asked looking at Kim and then Jimmy, "I can't believe I wrote a $23,000 check for this." He said while he inhale his cigarretes.

"I don't even see anyone from the bar association in there." He then said again. "We still have almost a week." Kim said.

"Someone on the board will hear about this, and they'll believe it because..." She said again and looked there's some smoke's ash on Jimmy's suit and then she wipe it away so it back to clean, Lila smiled. Kim is really care for Jimmy. "... they heard it from a colleague." She continued.

"Yeah, I know. Word gets around, but..." He paused for a moment, Kim and Lila sits on the edge of this fence?

"Try this on for size. Judge Papadoumian is in her chambers.. She's working late. Everyone else has gone home."

"Suddenly, she smells something, something burning. She crosses to her door. It's warm to the touch." Lila looks at Jimmy as he told his "Idea".

"She opens it. Whoosh! Wall of flames. Her clerk's chamber's on fire. And she's trapped." He looked at Kim and then to Lila.

"But then, through the fire and smoke, a figure emerges. It's Jimmy McGill!"

"See, I rescue a judge. Now, that, people are gonna talk about." He was thinkinh about it again, Lila just sit and listen to his Idea while looking at Kim too.

"And it's... it's too big, and probably... it's not how I come back from "insincere." " He said again.

"Right." He sighs for a moment, Lila still looking at him and smiling.

"Okay. Wanna go back in, get your money's worth?" Kim gets up and then said.

"Yeah. I'm starving. Those little hamburgers are looking good." Kim looking at Jimmy once again, and then it was like they commumicate with their eyes.

"I'm allowed to pay for the food, but I'm too sad to eat." Jimmy said, and then Kim nodded.

"Okay, I have to go guys, You enjoy your party, Big guy." Lila gets up and said.

"Where are you going?" Jimmy said, "Um, Furniture? I said it earlier I can't be here too long." She said again.

"I'll drive you there," Kim said, "No, It's okay, I'll call Jackie. I have to go to work tonight, I probably won't be that long." Lila said.

"Okay, well you take care, okay?" Jimmy said. Lila chuckled, "It's okay Jimmy, I'll be fine, It's just a furniture store." She smiled at him, then Jimmy looks at her and Kim.

"I know, It's just...umm...Not safe around here lately." He said. Lila hugged Jimmy and Kim before she goes.

Lila goes out to the front of the building, she opened up her phone and looking at her contacts' name to search Jackie's name, She saw 'Lalo' names on it. It's been a while since she met Lalo. What's he's been up to? He never called her, She actually want to call him. But, she scared that it will disturb him. Since, she knows he's a busy man, a businessman, that's what Nacho told her before.

He's been in her mind since the last time they met. His face, his hair, his voice has lingered inside her minds. What happened? She never even thinks about a man like that before? Except for her ex. It was a very unhealthy relationship, and thank god she got out of there as soon as she can. She promised to herself that she would never let a man like Ted again inside of her life.

When Lila dialed Jackie's number suddenly she heard a car stopped, and heard someone familiar calling her name.

"Lila?" She recognized this voice, a voice that been lingered in her mind. When she turned around she saw Lalo standing and smiling at her.

"Lalo? Oh my Hi! What are you doing here?" She was surprised to saw Lalo. What is he even doing here? He looks like he had a hard work, He's a wearing a dotted pink, with a light brown or salmon shirt something like that. His hair kinda messy, and he sweat a little.

"I was passed this road and then I saw a girl that looks very familiar, and when I stopped and bam! It was the beautiful girl a couple days ago that give me her number, which I haven't called yet, but I plan to call her." He said with such the energy.

Lila laughs, "Oh what a coincidence!"

"Hello, Lila? What's up girl? Hello? Lila? Are you there?" Lila can hear Jackie's voice through her phone. She almost forgot she called her.

"Um, Hello, Jackie. Can you pick me up? I have to buy some furnitures for my Apartment." She said.

"You need some lift?" Lalo said, "Yes, i was going to go to the furniture store down the streets actually." She said.

"Well, I can take you there. I've got my car." He offers her. "Oh no, It's fine."

On the other phone, Jackie can hear their conversations, she thought she recognize his voice. Where does she heard this man?

Jackie stays quiet until Lila talked again, "Jackie, No need to, I'll call you later." and then she hang up the phone. Weird, she said.

Meanwhile Lalo insist to take Lila and accompany her to buy some furnitures. He guide her to his car, and she goes in. His car looks nice, it's a 1970 Chevy Monte Carlo, good taste.

"So, tell me, what are you doing out there standing alone?" He said. "Oh, I'm not alone. I just got off from remembering my oldest brother's charity event, whom my older brother hosted it." She said.

"I'm sorry for your loss." He looked at her and touching her uper thigh. Lila feels this strong feeling, either she wants him or she scared of him. She's not very sure of those feelings, why would she scared of him? so far, this man is so good to her, and polite.

"Thank you," Lila said, touch Lalo's hand back, "It was a year ago tho." She continued. "Thank you again for this" She said.

"No problem, Anytime." He said, "I was about to call you tonight, asking to go out to this realllyyy good restaurante." He said again.

"I would loved to. But, I've got to work tonight." She said.

"Ahhh, as a doctor isn't it?" He looked at her and smiling.

"Yes." She chuckles, "Bien, doctor. I'm gonna take you out tomorrow." He said, it sounds like a demand not a question.

"Of course." When she saw the backseat she can see lots of stuff, a telescope, a picnic tablecloth, snacks, beers cooler, a notebook, and a rope. Weird?

"I see you've been on picnic this morning?" She said. Lalo who has been focuses to the road, he looks at Lila with a slightly a confusion and then realized.

"Oh, yea, yea. I was visiting my Tío earlier, he's on a treatment on the elderly house something like that. And I thought I took him to see the fresh air, enjoying the green grass for a while." He then smiled at her.

"Oh, I see." She said smiling then looked up at the window.

***

Here they are now at her apartement. Lalo insist to take the stuff into her place. Well, maybe then he don't even need to ask Nacho to find out where she lives. He helpes her moves the couch, brings the sofas, and etc. It looked already like they are moving in together.

"Thank you once again, Lalo. I couldn't done it without you." She said wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"No problem. Now would you look at it? It's goddamn bonita!" He said laughing.

"Yes, it is. Better make it comfortable enough, because I might stay here longer than I thought." She smiles at him.

"So, do you want a lemonade or I can make you some coffee?" Offer Her. Lalo take a sit on the new red couch. It shapes almost like a heart. It's really beautiful he helped her pick some of these.

"Lemonade would be fine." He said to her, she nodded and going to the kitchen.

Lalo look around the room, There's only 1 bedroom, and 1 bathroom, Living room is enough for 5 people and so. He saw there's a window on the bathroom. He looked at the pictures, the people in this pictures are all Lila and he assumes her girl friends from college. He saw nothing about her parents or even brothers.

This girl has been on his mind ever since they met. Lalo never saw such a pretty girl like her before. The dimples on her pink cheeks when she smiled bright up the room whenever she was in. She's pure. She has golden of a heart. She honest. So far. He really likes her.

"There you go." Lila bought 2 glass of lemonade. He took it, "Gracias." She smiled, "De nada."

They sat on the couch next to each other. He took a sip and then pointing at a picture of her and her friends from college.

"Are they your friends?" He ask

"Yes, It was when we were freshmen. Best day of our lives." She said smiling at him.

"Who is that the guy next to you? The one that touching your head?"

"Oh. Umm, That's my ex. Ted." He can feel her sadness all of sudden. "I just broke up with him a couple of months ago. He's umm... He's uh."

Lalo put his glass down, and taking her hand into his hands. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me." He said.

She feels safe around him.

She looked at his brown eyes, "Thank you." She said.

She can feels his warm hand on her thighs now, she didn't know if this like a friendly thing or what. She's not sure what she felt. Is it a lust or safe.

Then suddenly She kissed him right in the face. The first time he didn't even react. She pulled away.

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I—I shouldn't just kissed you like that." She realized Lalo smiling at her and then grab her neck, deep kissing her mouth.

It was passionate. Full of Lust. But, respect is also there. God, what the hell just happened. She met this guy 2 times only, and 6 days ago! It's also been a while since she had sex.

Lalo kissed her neck down to her breast. The sounds slipped away from her mouth. She can feels Lalo smiling against her skin. He liked when he had those controls on women. It made him powerful.

His kissed now goes down on her right thigh, Lalo kneeled down the couch. "Please, Lalo." She moaned.

She shouldn't fucking do this. This is fucking wrong. This guy is a stranger. What if he's some of a fucking cold blooded killer?

But, she can stop. She doesn't want to stop.

He pulled down her jeans, and her panty. "Muy bien, Cariño." He said when he looked at her white lace panty.

Slowly, he lick her entrance.

Felt like heaven.

Hus tongue. His mouth. His beard and mustache tickling her fruit. She can't help moaning and laughing a little.

Then suddenly the phone ringing. Making both Lalo and Lila jumped out of the couch.

"Puta madre." He curse

"Fuck!" She looked down at him, "This is a good view," She said, and Lalo laughs.

She pick the phone from the table besides her, "Hello?" Her heavy breath is so loud.

"Lila? What are you doing? Are you okay?" It's Jimmy.

"I..Umm..I run from the dog." She said, she looked at Lalo, smiling and mouthing 'Naughty girl' to her.

"What's up, Jimmy?"

"I did it. I fucking did it! It'sallgoodman!"

"Wait what?"

"Your bro did it yo!"

"Oh my god! Congrats! Listen I'm so happy for you, But i've got some business here, I'll call you back!" Before Jimmy answered it, she hang uo the phone.

Lalo walked to her, his leg make a gesture and closing Lila's leg one by one. "Save thaf for me later, Cariño." He said.

"I've got some works to do. I'll come back tonight." He said

She's still blushing, her core is aching, wanting for more. "Okay." She said.

Lalo gets closer and kiss her lip passionately. God, this man.

He let go, "See you, tonight." He said and go.

Fuck. What the fuck.

This is ain't be a long relationshio. This is just a one night stand! It's fine!

Lila trying to convince herself.

Chapter 2 is done, baby! Give all of your thoughts about it. If you want to be tagged on my series of Lalo Salamanca you can messages me so you'll know every update of this series! Thank you! Enjoy!

[crimsonedquill]

hello there! i’d like to request a fic where amit finds himself head over heels for mc and has to control himself for the sake of keeping up his Good RavenclawTM image (but MC makes that difficult with their boldness/fowardness)

have a good day :)

I love Amit he's too precious for this world lol

Thanks for the ask 🖤

Craving (Amit Thakkar x gn!MC)

Tags: Spicy fluff (SFW), bold MC

“Good,” Amit said as they walked down the corridor, his voice laced with his usual energy, “so I planned for us to have drinks in Hogsmeade on Fridays –”

“Wait, just Fridays?” MC interrupted, their eyes widening as they quickly glanced at the schedule in their hands. “Why not Saturdays too?”

“Because that’s when you need to be studying for Ancient Runes. I’ve seen your marks, you really shouldn’t be neglecting your electives –”

“But that’s all the more reason for us to spend time together!” MC laughed, their voice filled with playful defiance, before their gaze turned mischievous. “I like to think that you keep me… motivated.”

Amit swallowed, looking around him to make sure the other students in the corridor weren’t listening in. “Well… I suppose I could come over to quiz you –”

“Hmhm,” MC purred, leaning closer until their lips brushed against his ear. “And then, you could reward me for being such a hardworking student…”

Amit’s cheeks flushed crimson, his heart racing at the tone of their voice. “Are we still talking about your academic performance?”

MC chuckled, a sound that sent a delightful shiver down his spine. They were so effortlessly charming, even when they weren’t trying. Imagine the amount of self-restraint they had to exercise when they actually were.

“Amit, you’re adorable. And I think it’s adorable that you’re making all of these schedules, but… sometimes it’s good to cede control and just lose yourself in the moment, you know?”

“The moment?” he asked, looking confused. “I’m not certain I understand what you –”

Before he could finish his sentence, MC yanked him into an alcove by his tie, their lips crashing against his in a passionate kiss. Time seemed to stand still as Amit’s senses were consumed by their intensity. He froze up, any chance he ever had at resisting melting away in their kiss. MC handled him with a fervour that made his head spin, giving him every chance to taste their desire, and it left him gasping for breath as they finally let go, flashing him a big grin. “See, you’re learning already.”

Amit struggled to find his words, his mind still reeling. “You really... I cannot…”

MC chuckled, their laughter a soothing balm to his overwhelmed senses as they tugged him along by the hand. “Don’t lose your head now, handsome. We’re going to be late for class.”

— — —

They had Astronomy class together later that evening, which meant Amit could finally immerse himself in his favourite subject, or so he thought. He had been diligently making changes to his star chart when MC waved them over. “Amit, could you help me adjust my telescope?”

In hindsight, he should probably have noticed that they had set up their telescope a little too far away from the other students, but his eagerness to assist overshadowed any inkling of suspicion. “Allow me,” he smiled at them, quickly moving behind the instrument as his experienced hands went to work.

“You’re my saviour,” MC’s voice came from somewhere to his left, their tone light and playful. A chuckle accompanied their words, causing Amit’s fingers to momentarily falter. “Where would I be without you?”

“With everything I know you to be, I find it slightly difficult to believe that you’re not mocking me right now,” he retorted, his focus still fixed on adjusting the telescope.

MC laughed. “No, I do mean it! In fact, I would like you to know just how grateful I am to have you…”

Before he could ask what they meant, his breath hitched in his throat as he felt a pair of lips brush against the sensitive skin of his neck. He struggled to maintain composure, his knees weakening under the intoxicating touch of MC’s teasing. “O, o Merlin –” he gasped.

MC temporarily withdrew their lips from his neck, their mischievous chuckle filling the silence. “Try to maintain your composure, dearest. Professor Shah might be looking.”

He would have liked to ask him why they wanted to remind him of that while they were busy sucking on his neck, but before he could even respond MC was back at it, placing open-mouthed kisses on his nape. He was having a very hard time controlling himself now, the urge to grab MC’s wrists and pin them against the railing washing away whatever rational thoughts he still had. They truly had the power to unravel him completely, a fact that both thrilled and terrified him.

“Mr Thakkar!” a stern voice suddenly bellowed, piercing through the haze of desire. MC’s lips swiftly abandoned his neck, and he nearly knocked over the telescope in his haste to stand up straight. Professor Shah strode toward them, her posture radiating disappointment as she planted her hands on her hips. “Would you care to explain the meaning of this?”

“MC had some trouble adjusting their telescope, Professor,” he hurriedly explained, “I was simply offering to help –”

“Aha, and I am probably to assume that what you have on your neck there is just a mosquito bite?”

“Well, as a matter of fact –”

“Detention, the both of you!” she snapped, her voice cutting through the crisp night air. “And I would like to express my deepest disappointment, Mr Thakkar. I expected better from you.”

Amit stood there, flabbergasted, as Professor Shah marched away, leaving him speechless and uncertain of what to say or do next. Eventually, he turned to face MC, who was still sporting a mischievous grin despite the reprimand. “No need for such a long face,” they said. “I already have some ideas on how to pass the time.”

— — —

They reported for detention the next day in the Transfiguration classroom. Professor Weasley seemed more than a little surprised to see Amit. “Mr Thakkar, are you feeling all right?”

“Uh, yes, Professor,” Amit answered, feigning a cough as he slightly adjusted the scarf around his neck. He wished MC would stop snickering behind him. “It’s just a simple cold.”

“Well, I must say I wasn’t quite expecting to see you here today – or ever, for that matter. You must have committed quite a heinous transgression.”

“I… I apologise, Professor. It certainly won’t happen again.”

He was grateful when Professor Weasley finally averted her gaze and told them to sit down. He walked over to the table closest to the teacher’s desk, but suddenly felt himself pulled along as MC dragged him to the back of the classroom. “What are you…?”

“She won’t notice,” MC assured him. “Now, come sit down with me.”

Remarkably, they turned out to be right as Professor Weasley only instructed them to keep quiet and start on their homework. Amit did as he was told, continuing his essay on the various applications of Dittany, but it wasn’t too long before he felt MC’s foot against his. They slid him a note: want to continue where we left off?

He gave them a sideways glance, the confusion clearly readable on his face as they had to stifle a chuckle. He frantically nodded his head in the direction of Professor Weasley.

“You’ll just have to keep quiet then,” MC chuckled, pulling down his scarf. He never stood any chance to stop them, but he noticed he didn’t really want to either. Soon, MC had him at their mercy again, lightly nibbling at his neck with an intensity he would call bold, even for them. He tried to focus on his essay, if only it was just to give the impression that he was working, but his mind was completely occupied by MC's playful advances. The sensation of their warm breath against his skin sent shivers down his spine, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate.

Amit stole a quick glance at Professor Weasley, who seemed engrossed in grading papers. He knew he should put a stop to this, that he should focus on his punishment and behave appropriately. But the mischievous sparkle in MC’s eyes was hard to resist, and the allure of their moist lips even harder.

With a mix of both guilt and excitement, he finally turned and leaned closer to MC, their lips barely grazing each other. The tantalizing taste of forbidden pleasure sent a rush of adrenaline through his veins. He knew the danger they were in, the punishment they would risk if they were caught, but it was like none of that mattered anymore. His heart raced with a heady mixture of fear and exhilaration, his body craving more of MC’s intoxicating touch.

As his hand trembled, he cupped MC's cheek, feeling the warmth of their skin beneath his fingertips. A soft sigh escaped into his mouth as MC's tongue gently pressed against his lips, seeking entrance. The world around them faded into insignificance as he parted his lips, inviting them in. Their tongues met in a fervent dance of desire and longing that only fueled their mutual hunger. The sensation was overwhelming, each touch and taste filling him with a dizzying euphoria.

Just as things reached a fever pitch, a sudden cough from Professor Weasley shattered their moment. They hastily pulled apart, both quickly looking down at their parchment. The room was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing.

Professor Weasley remained quiet, however, and after a few more moments she signalled that they could leave. Amit was almost sure he could see her eyebrows crease above her glasses when they slipped out of the classroom, but he wasn’t eager to find out whether she knew.

Outside, MC laughed as their hand slipped into his. “Well, that was certainly… interesting.”

“I feel like I have never been closer to certain untimely demise,” he sighed as he wiped his forehead, feeling his heart still throbbing in his chest.

“But you did kiss me back. Tell me, didn’t you find it at least a little exhilarating?”

He looked at them, taking in their pretty features, the unmistakable cocky grin that always made his heart flutter. In spite of their recklessness, he couldn’t deny he was utterly in love with them. “I do admit there’s something about you that brings out a certain… side of me.”

“Is that so?” MC giggled, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. “Well, let’s continue to explore that side, then. I can’t wait for you to tell me unsavoury things in Gobbledygook.”

He could only imagine his face as their laughter echoed through the corridor.

[realcatalina]

Painting of Edward IV and Richard III’s jaw

You know I have over 100 fallowers now and i am beginning to think, that if I don’t show a nice picture on top of post, nobody bothers to read it. Especially long ones, where firstly evidence needs to be laid first. But enough about misidentified portraits of Mary I, let’s look at another interesting portrait.

Posthumous portrait of Edward IV, part of Goverment Art Collection:

Links: https://artuk.org/discover/artworks/king-edward-iv-14421483-29441/search/has_image:on--date-from:1530--date-to:1570/page/13

https://artcollection.culture.gov.uk/artwork/1262/

Supposedly from c.1540. Well, dating nor maker is that much of concern to me at the moment. What I find striking is similiarities and differences to portrait of his brother Richard(on right):

Neither painting is in good condition, but the face are very similiar.

Very similiar brows, lips, considerably wide jaw and overall shape of face. Completely different noses and weight, but overall pretty good resemblence consistent with siblings.

Imo they were done at same time, and wood for Richard’s painting was felled in 1515, and was goldwork suggest it could have been Wewyck’s workshop.

Edward’s though-i think the ouftit is supposed to be cloth of gold-but it is not covered in golden leaf and rose is done very differently to any made by Wewyck’s workshop. Idk what to think of it. But workshop can mean big artistic differences, because artist come and go.

Interestingly they both have black cuffs or perhaps black shirts beneath outer robe and hat of similiar shape(though different size). 

I am beginning to wonder, are the similarities due to them being created to look alike by Tudors or are they based upon earlier depiction? Perhaps a tombstone? -Which could have been done in advance.

In my opinion it is the 2nd option and reason for it is recreation based upon Richard III’s scull. As you look at photos of it from different angles, there is quite a lot of resemblence to the painting of Richard III with broken sword.

The differences could be solely due to recreations being sometimes only 70% accurate. And only now I noticed one thing in recreation which I didn’t prior.

Richard had mandibular prognatism(lower jaw slightly pushed foward):

In the painting there is hint of it too, but very subtly, and certainly not overexagerated. (unless you search for it, you won’t see it.)

So Richard had unusual position of jaw, and bend spine-based upon scientific evidence taken from his remains. And his fans still say Tudor propaganda!

It’s most likely that Richard’s physical form contributed to the man he became. It shaped him growing up.

People who have this condition appear to others to be constantly angry. Even when they are not. And as result people might shy away from them. Avoid them, feel uneasy around them.

I know person who has this condition. A lovely person, but she has few friends and had been growing up constantly arguing with her mother, because her mother kept asking her-Why are you angry all the time? What sparked your ire this time?! -She was rarely angry before her mother snapped at her.

The saddest thing about it was that her mother knew all along the girl had the condition, and yet couldn’t for years bring herself to accept her daughter is not angry all the time, just looks it. 

Sadly this brings me no closer to knowing if painting with arched top is Richard or Henry, because Henry also had considerably wide jaw.

[23rdhunter]

hi! seedling, tree, sunflower?

🌱 Seedling: What is something you want to begin learning? 

Okay so the thing is, the more I talk about trying to learn a thing the bigger the thing gets in my head and so the less likely it is that I try the thing. So there are things! I am just keeping them close to my chest. Or I guess we could go further in the future/more abstract? Or... my sibling is taking a music theory class and sharing what they're learning and I'm having fun learning more about music through that, and I think I'll be picking up some books on the subject to get a more solid understanding of music and its fundamentals.

🌳 Tree: What is one thing in your future you are looking foward towards? 

For the moment I am rather not looking at the future! Looking at the now.

🌻 Sunflower: What is one thing that brightened your day today? 

I have. So many figs. Today, on the recommendation of a friend, I tried figs with greek yogurt and pecans and honey and fell a little bit in love. Tomorrow I am supposed to look for pawpaws and I am excited to see what I find (oh-there's something I'm looking forward to)

[gentle asks]

[lightningblade1994-blog]

{Sonic the Hedgehog] "When will Then be Now?" [For © KatarinaTheCat]

Dr. Eggman: Did you find them yet?

Egg-Robo 4: No, Doctor. There's still not on the radar.

Dr. Eggman: Well, then... Keep searching. [turns to drink his second cup of coffee]

[Both of Sleet's ears begin perking up as he starts to formulate a plan]

Sleet:(feeling a bit confident) Beg pardon, Sir. I have an idea. [Turns to Egg Robo-4] Corporal, find me the closest file you could find that contains an instant copy of "Sonic the Hedgehog: The Motion Comic".

Egg-Robo 4: Roger, roger. [Starts going through a lot of saved files as he proceeds to uncover a certain document as Sleet requested]

Dr. Eggman: Commander, may I speak with you for a moment?

Sleet: Yes, sir...?

Dr.Eggman:(Slightly confused) How on Earth are we suppose to find a rare copy of "Sonic the Hedgehog: The Motion Comic", if we never have a comic to begin with? We're still in the middle to make it!

Sleet: Very true, Sir. But there's been a technical breakthrough through Social Media as we speak.

Dr. Eggman: There is?

Sleet: Why, of course. "Online Campaigning"; A lot of people have been raising funds to keep the project going through and through, already donating worldwide before the comic is even finished.

Dr. Eggman: [Shrugs it off] Nah.

Egg-Robo 4: Here it is, Sir! [Both Eggman & Sleet turn around; Egg-Robo 4 shows the file] "Sonic the Hedgehog: The Motion Comic".

Sleet: Good work, Corporal. Punch it out.

[Egg-Robo 4 starts playing the file. It actually starts with a DISCLAIMER.]

Sleet: ACK. It started much too early. Prepare to fast-forward.

Egg-Robo 4: Preparing to fast-forward--

Sleet:(impatiently) Fast Foward!

Egg-Robo: --Fast-forwarding, Sir.

[Starts fast-forwarding through the ludicrous speed scene. Dr. Eggman is thrown into the panel at a high-speed.]

Dr. Eggman:(cringes a bit) No, no, no, no-- Go past this, past this part. In fact, never play this again.

[The scene stops at the exact same thing that is actually happening now. Dr. Eggman looks at the what I believe, is the person who is reading, then he turns back to the monitor. Sleet looks at the same reader when Eggman looks back at the monitor, then he looks back at the monitor. Eggman looks at the reader again when Sleet looks back at the monitor. When Eggman turns back, he waves his hand. He turns back to the reader one more time.]

Dr. Eggman: What the heck am I EVEN looking at?! When did this happen a few panels ago?!

Sleet: Now. You're looking at now, sir. Everything that happens now, is happening now.

Dr. Eggman: What happened to then?

Sleet: We passed "Then".

Dr. Eggman: When?

Sleet: Just now. We're at "now", now.

Dr. Eggman: Go back to then.

Sleet: When?

Dr. Eggman: Now.

Sleet: Now?

Dr. Eggman: Now!

Sleet: We can't.

Dr. Eggman: Why?

Sleet: We've missed it.

Dr. Eggman: When?

Sleet: Just now.

Dr. Eggman: ...When will "Then" be "Now"?

[Egg-Robo 4 rewinds the video. He stops at the point when Sonic & Tails are both exploring the Mystic Caves.}

Sleet: SOON.

Dr. Eggman: How soon..?

Egg-Robo 4: Sirs?

Dr. Eggman: WHAT?!

Egg-Robo 4: We've identified their location.

Dr. Eggman: WHERE??

Egg-Robo 4: They're near the Mystic Caves.

Sleet: Excellent Work. Set a course for the Mystic Caves, at once! Tell them to prepare for our arrival.

Dr. Eggman: WHEN?!?

Egg-Robo 4: Five hours should be more than enough, sir.

Sleet:(Ecstatically) --At High Noon tomorrow, They will be our prisoners!

Dr. Eggman: WHOOO--- [The lights shut down, along with the entire system, resulting in a huge power outage]

[dickganseysbitch]

what is to love? actually scratch that i dont know what is to love i didnt even know what was to like i never liked anyone it was talked about who do you like no one have you ever liked anyone well i guess i was supposed to right so lets say yes i liked her i liked him i liked a couple of people throughout my life is that right well i dont know ive never liked anyone how am i to compare the feeling of like to the feeling of not like to know if i have liked anyone . i know now i like someone and thats weird because i had come to the conclusion that i didnt like anyone because thats just how is wired to be i guess thats not true anymore or maybe it is i dont know its complicated i dont even know if i actually like this person since i have nothing to compare it to thats hard isnt it to have this confirmation but anyway i digress lets say i like this person i do think about them constantly i say things expecting a response i get giddy when i get said response are we flirting i dont know dont exactly have experience in that area but i kinda hope we are even if i dont try that hard but thats certanly not me told a freind about it they said you dont have to follow the imaginary rules you have established in your had as to what a relationship must be and i think your vibes match and they dont even know this person . i guess thats what it is to like i mean it is to find a person that you look foward to talk to and that you feel good just being around them thats nice its a nice feeling

[sailoryooons]

Lati please your reviews always make me so emotional because you put so much thought into them and you always few this with such an amazing lens I am screaming. You know how hard this series is to write for me and you know how much I was struggling with this chapter, so to know that the worldbuilding/and the atmosphere still feels the same - enough that you think this shouldn't be free and ur crazy - really means a lot to me.

Writing action is always so hard. While I want the people reading to be able to know what's going on in the scene, I feel like too much explanation takes people out and makes it even harder. There's always that fear that I'm trying to be too technical and people are going to get caught up on it, so I'm at least glad that it seems to work here and it wasn't a tangled mess.

So in my original version of this, Jungkook's family members weren't going to die but to be honest with you, after August and trying to get back into updating this in a regular rotation and looking at the entire plot outline, I changed a ton of what was originally supposed to happen because I realized a lot of motivations in this did not make sense. And that tragedy sort of needed to happen/needed to show for some reveals later that there are people in this setting who don't care what they have to do to get what they want.

I was a little tentative about adding the mind speak thing in but I'm glad that I did it, because it is really integral to taking this relationship which had a huge power inversion and putting them on a bit of even footing, and making sure that like I can properly write and sort of relationship between the two of them. I don't think any sort of feelings could progress without it in the setting they are in.

Everything about this smut scene was efdijghliuhawi to write because you know me - I prefer a lot more detail and build up and a lot more to happen in these scenes, but this smut scene was short and undetailed on purpose - there was nothing elegant and fun about how it rolled out, it was short and aggressive and a means to an end so I also wrote it that way. But now that it's happened, that physical attraction is there too so I can have some damn freedom moving foward.

Ugh Lati thank you again for taking the time to write such a cohesive review it means a ton to me and I truly appreciate you and taking the time to dissect this. I love you forever.

Carved | Four | jjk (m)

→ Summary: Hundreds of years after the Underworld wins the war, Vaesen - demon kind - rule the Realms. The Vanir - creatures of light and the Heavens - are hunted and enslaved by Vaesen. When the demon prince Jungkook is given one of the Carved - angels who have been stripped of their wings - he has no idea what to do with you. You, however, have plans you are determined to see through. Even if it means death in the end.

→ Pairing: demon!Jungkook x angel!female reader

→ Rating: NSFW & 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.

→ Type: Series

→ Genre: dystopian, urban fantasy, enemies to lovers, angst

→ Pairing: 8,254

→ Warnings: Graphic depiction of violence and fighting, graphic depiction of death and gore, depictions of death (including, but not describing the death of a child and family members), semi-complex fight scenes, mentions of manipulation and power imbalance, reader purposefully seducing Jungkook to get what she wants, mentions of something similar to subspace and reader taking advance of Jungkook in a subspace like state mentally, explicit language, power imbalances and mentions of enslaved creatures, Jungkook and reader get a little violent with one another but like.. in a pleasure able way so here we go for the sexually explicit warnings, reader goading Jungkook, unprotected vaginal sex, fingering, Jungkook kinda gets right too it, rough, slapping and biting, Jungkook being pretty rough and slamming reader around and shoving her into things, vulnerable mental states and manipulation, mild dirty talk tbh this sex scene is incredibly mild in terms of what I usually do, ummm I don't know guys it's a dark urban fantasy with weird shit, unedited should be a warning because I did a grammarly check and nothing else oops. ALSO PLS KEEP IN MIND THIS SEX SCENE IS BLAND BECAUSE OF THE SPECIFIC SCENARIO THEY ARE IN. I ASSURE YOU MUCH MORE DETAILED AND EXPLICIT SMUT IS IN THE FUTURE, BUT IT WASNT THE VIBE HERE

→ Main Masterlist: here

→ Series Masterlist: here

→ faq 

A/N: IT'S FINALLY HERE. Sorry this was so delayed. I was dealing with writers block pretty severely, work has been really crazy and demanding, I've been really tired and also my mentally manipulative ex-boyfriend decided to unalive himself so that was a weird week, I was trying to find new apartments and yeah this chapter has been re-written at least 5 times. Also I apologize I said fuck it we ball and this is absolutely only edited with a grammarly check. I will edit in full tomorrow but I do not have the brain capacity to do it right now, she is Tapped Out but I promised I would post this mf chapter tonight. Does any one have any theories as to what's going on yet teehee.

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Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. BTS is not BTS culturally, intellectually, physically or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.

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Screams split the air. For a second, you hesitate, turning to the source of the chaos. It erupts beyond the door, startling several Vaesen inside of the room. You react first, shooting toward the door with Taehyung and Jungkook on your heels.

The sound that greets you is a symphony of shattering glass, surprised screams and varying degrees of carnage. A table flips in front of you as you enter the main ballroom. You sidestep it easily as it fractures against Taehyung, who hardly flinches before vanishing into the surging crowd of running and swarming Vaesen and Vanir.

With careful movements, you slid out of your heels, feet pressing against broken glass. It doesn’t bite or cut your skin – only real weapons can do that – but it’s uncomfortable as you take a defensive stance, aware how vulnerable you are in a tiny, sheer dress and no weapon.

Blood-slicked floors greet you. The screams of the Vaesen make your lips twitch upward slightly. Chaos has erupted in a tableau of overturned tables, shattered champagne glasses, pearl-draped demons hiding behind fractured, round tables, and a dark, wet hissing sound.

Whatever creatures have entered the room smell wrong, like honey gone sour or sweet cream curdled. Your eyes sweep the painting of chaos before you.

And then you see them.

Your heart stills for one painfully long second, stretched like skin pulled too tight over bone. They’re… seraphim but not.

The creatures have dark, pitted eyes with black veins rippling over sallow skin. They’re naked and feature no distinct gender, appearing stitched together. Their ribs are prominent and you’re unsure if it’s by design or emaciation. There are mismatched wings on their bodies, opening and closing uncontrollably at awkward intervals and angles like they don’t know how to use them - or maybe can’t.

A creature lets out a screech and cuts a vampire lord in half, blood spraying the wall like watercolor on canvas. There is a dozen of them, and they all have swords, crudely shaped but you can almost taste the adamas in the swords.

Fucking hells. They have swords of Heaven.

Jungkook appears at your side, dark eyes scanning the room as the Not-Seraphim spread throughout, cutting through screaming party goers who are unarmed beyond their own fangs and teeth. You can scent gore in the air and your blood hums: it smells like a killing pitch.

“Reaper.” Jungkook says the name like a command. The name is both yours and not yours. It is one of many names. One of many people you are. His voice slithers down your back, eliciting a shiver. He holds out a dagger. Reaper is the person Jungkook needs you to be. “Find my niece.”

You take the dagger and come alive. The hellstone throbs in your hand, metal carved from the deepest pits of the underworld and forged in hellfire. You tighten your grip and move forward.

One step and you’re in front of one of the Not Angels. It cocks it’s head and pauses, a series of clicks slipping through black, jagged teeth and a weeping mouth.  

A second step and death follows you.

Flesh burns. It singes your nose, something like spoiled flesh and rotten eggs. You can taste the sulfur as the creature wilts to the floor, body still twitching after decapitation. You bend over, snatching up the poorly made sword. It’s sharp enough, but the handle is crude and the blade is splotchy, mixed with many metals.

It hums in your hand, a pulse of power crawling through your palm and fingers like an electric current. You recognize the feel of adamas, a metal only found in Heaven realms deep in cloud-ringed mountains. For a moment your mind drifts, suspended between memory and imagination. You can almost see it: tangerine pink skies, the smell of orange blossoms, wind that is neither cold nor warm.

A creature lunges at you and the dream melts away. You duck under the blow, striking out with the dagger. It plunges to the hilt, a wet crack sounding as you puncture its ribcage. It screams and spittle flies. It doesn’t react to the knife, clawing toward you and opening a split maw of blood and black.

Cringing backward, you push with the dagger, shoving the creature away to provide space for the swing of your sword. The head severs, hitting the ground with a thud before rolling away. The body jerks, remaining vertical for a moment. Ripping your knife out, you send the lifeless body to the ground where it remains dead.

Interesting.

Another creature replaces the felled one, no weapon in hand but claws raking out at you. You shuffle backward, ducking away from the swiping talons. The creature flaps its wings once – the only one with functional wings, it seems – and surges forward, catching you off guard.

It knocks into you with the weight of a brick wall. The air leaves your lungs and you go down with the creature, it’s talons catching the flesh on your right bicep. You scream at the burn and fuck it burns. You look at where your skin burns black and wilted in three, jagged lines.

A blue-sparked flame catches your attention on the creature’s hands as it gnashes at you. You grab it around the throat, keeping razor teeth away from your face as drool and something else drips on your face. Your eyes zero in on the flame that comes and goes like it can’t control the heat on the tips of its fingers.

Hellfire, you realize.

Your mind expands, a searching radar for Jungkook. You sense him immediately, his mind like mist and rain tinged with hatred. His emotions are in turmoil, a churning storm of icy rain that bites into your thoughts and razor-sharp wind. There is a sense of no control, Jungkook’s churning storm ripping through his energies with something like feral-laced panic on the edges.

Jungkook, you call to him, feeding him your emotions as you shove back at the gnashing teeth of the creature pinning you down. He ignores you, his storm too volatile to sense you. You push harder, imagining that you’re brushing cool water down the bridge of your connection.

Jungkook flinches when he feels you. The storm pauses, like passing into the eye as the chaos settles around him. You use the opportunity to speak again. They can use Hellfire.

It takes a moment for him to respond. Understood.

Pulling away from the connection, you keep your minds tethered. The crackling energy and harsh storm stirs again when you pull from his mind, but it’s not as out of control as before, the thread between you an anchor as he refocuses on his own task.

Lightning crackles under your fingers as you shove with your hand, putting all your force into where you push back on the monster above you. The creature topples backward as you roll to your feet, movement fluid. Your dress is ripping near the throat, threatening to tear. You curse, begging the fabric to stay on a little longer.

You have no intention of fighting while spilling out of your dress.

Electricity charges in the room. Unchoked, you feel the thunder of your power looming on the horizon. Every time you call the lightning to you feels like a rush of adrenaline, the sparks dancing along every nerve of your body, lighting you up from the inside out.

This is your power. There is a moment where you consider letting it all go. You could supernova right where you stand, destroying everything within several miles. You know you have the capability – it's something you’ve dreamed of doing for years.

But it’s just a dream, and your dreams do not align with your goal.

Reigning in the urge to destroy destroy destroy, you instead focus the lightning on the creatures closest to you. The bolts let out a loud crack as you direct the energy to your targets. There is a flash and the smell of burnt skin and corpse, but you ignore it, pushing toward a forming group in the corner of the ballroom.

There is a concentration of fighting Vaesen, screaming and creatures near where you remember seeing Jungkook’s niece last. A body topples in front of you, and you step over it- later you will remember that it was a collared Vanir, naked and still tied to a chair on its leash.

You see Jihoon– he's covered in something black and slick, kicking out at one of the creatures. He has a single dagger in his hand, a retinue of guards dead at his feet, and you can hear the high-pitched scream of his daughter behind him. A single step in their direction is blocked by more creatures, hissing and clicking at you.

Jungkook appears at your side, covered in gore. His hands are black to the wrist, dripping in... something. You realize he’s fighting without a weapon.

“Are you ripping through them?”

“I gave you my knife,” he snaps. His mind brushes against yours, a torrent of chaos and loud noises and anger so hot you waver. You toss the dagger to him, spinning your new sword in your hand. “I think beheading them is the only thing that works.”

“Yeah, I discovered that thanks.”

A vampire gets turned to mist and splatter in front of you. You feel the hot blood hit your face. It smells metallic and like Synth from his last meal.

“Can you-”

You see it in his mind. The lightning that you can summon to destroy worlds. You nod once, summing the crackling energy inside of you.

A high-pitched scream interrupts you. Your eyes zero in on Kita, hiding under a table as her mother pulls the girl tight against her chest, baring her teeth. There's a red aura around her as she snaps her teeth at one of the creatures, a red arch of fire snapping out.

Fox fire.

Kita tries to imitate her mother, crying through barred teeth and a tiny flicker of flame humming around her. There are creatures closing in and you feel the snap of your power, targeting the creatures in a large area.

Power ripples in the room. You feel the urge to kill kill kill again. To destroy. To light the entire room up and burn it all down. You’ve done it before. You know the taste and smell of annihilation. You know the feeling of death brushing past you as he collects his dead.

The crack of a whip. A scream of agony. Blood in your mouth your hands your ears your neck, your arms-

You push away the desire to rebel. It burns bright, a hot coal ready to catch fire but you smother it. Pretend it isn’t there.

Rising up at the wrong time does nothing. Freeing yourself a long game. Giving in to your rage means failure, and you have failed and failed and failed and failed and -

The room flashes bright. Colors dance behind your eyes as you let go of the power. For a moment, everything is silent. The world is warped, the sulfur air charged with electricity. You feel the static tickle the nap of your neck, your arms, your mind.

You look around. There are no more creatures standing, black wisps of smoke curling toward a scorched ceiling. Dust motes float down. You stick out a hand, finger pointed as one lands on your finger. You realize it’s soot, the leftovers from the creatures you’ve thoroughly crisped.

Around the room, life – or what’s left of it – begins to stir. Glass crunches beneath feet and the sound of tables being righted sounds booming in the silence of destruction.

Jungkook and Ji-Hoon are on their knees, ducked under the table as they coax Kita and her mother from their hiding spot.

You assess the damage, eyes scanning the room and catching on golden collars. Diamonds resting on the hollow of still throats. Snapped gossamer wings under a broken body. A platinum leash tangled in a chair, its nymph counterpart missing her lower half.

There are more Vanir than Vaesen among the dead. Caught up in leashes and collars. Stuck in a brass birdcage. Shackled to a table. Your stomach turns but you don’t focus on the faces. Committing them to memory makes them mean something and nothing means anything to you.

“Reaper.” Jungkook’s voices radiates the space between you and the space unseen, echoing in your mind. You turn to look at him. He has a firm grip on Kita, the child pressed to his side as Ji-Hoon argues with his wife silently. “We are escorting them out.”

“We’re with you.” The oily voice makes you stiffen. You don’t have to turn to see Taehyung among the aftermath. You do see the kitsune lingering off to the side, his dark eyes flickering from the ashes to you. “Both of us.”

Jungkook bows his head. “They were concentrated around Ji-Hoon and none of his men remain. It’s safe to assume he’s a target. Reaper and Yoongi with Kita and Daiyu. Taehyung with us.”

Taehyung moves past you, no longer interested in teasing you. Jungkook presses close to his brother and you press Kita and Daiyu between you and Yoongi. The huli jing looks at you skeptically, holding her daughter’s hand fiercely. You don’t give it much thought, following Jungkook’s lead as he leads your group through a service entrance.

It smells like sulfur and rot. Damp air clings to your skin, forming a sticky second layer. You grimace. The clack of dress shoes is loud against the tile floors. The hall is too narrow for you to walk in groups, meant for only a few Vanir to come and go at a time. You move quickly in single file line, Yoongi at the front with Kita and Daiyu between you.

Jungkook’s mind waivers on the edge of yours. You can feel that he’s aware of you, as though he is turning over his should to see if you’re still there. You can’t see him from the back of the line, but he doesn’t severe the connection.

Probably don’t know how.

Servant corridors are long and complicated. When Jungkook approaches a split, he takes one hall over another confidently. You peek into his mind, seeing the flash of blueprints and memory of a layout on a screen.

You know the layout of the servant halls, you observe. Down your connection, you sense him flinching. You knew you would be attacked?

No. His voice is curt. His mind is a dark storm, words cutting through hissing rain. But we are always prepared. It’s not often that someone tries to assassinate us, but...

But what?

Focus on your task.

Your lips twitch and you feel him draw away from you a bit. But what? You wonder. He was hiding something and that just wouldn’t do. Cutting into his mind would be as easy as clipping the wings of a butterfly. But you leave Jungkook alone for now, following the dark hall, Taehyung and Jihoon’s hushed voices drifting toward you.

A small door in the hall, nearly invisible leads to a tunnel. You can still see flitting images and thoughts across Jungkook’s memory. He has no control to his thoughts, no way to block you out. He is unaware of the danger you present to his mind, laid open for the taking.

And yet you don’t.

The ground slopes beneath your feet. Your press your fingers on the wall, casting your senses. There’s damp, empty air on the other side of the wall and you can hear the hush of slow floating water. Above you, the ceiling vibrates. You’re in a tunnel in the sewers.

Your eyes drift to Jungkook. He was trained in escape routes in the building. And seemed to be one of the few Vaesen armed at the party.

Unarmed Vaesen. The thought leads you somewhere between pleasure and contempt. Only the creatures of the Underworlds could be so arrogant as to think they have nothing to fear. In a way, they don’t. Demons and their kind are the apex predators, the top of the food chain.

But even among themselves, enemies lurk.

The sheer stupidity is comforting – the knowledge that it comes at the expense of how little of a threat Vanir pose, is not.

A cool awareness brushes against the nape of your neck. You pause, the echoes of shoes and Kita sniffing silently ahead reverberating off the walls. Your instinct flickers and you turn your head a fraction, angling your ear toward the way you came.

Silence stretches and stretches. You frown, stretching out the net of your mind. It’s a strange feeling, opening that barrier and sense of other. It’s not a psychic ability as much as it is sensing energy, magic, and existence, something many Vanier and Vaesen alike can do.

At first, there is nothing but empty space. Ahead of you, your group pushes on. They don’t notice that you’ve stopped entirely, head cocked and tense.

Then you hear it – or at least perceive it. A soft hiss, the smell of death.

They’re here, you hiss down the tether between you and Jungkook. You feel his surprise and then his anger as you turn to face the back of the tunnel. Keep going and let me know when you’re out of the tunnel. If I light up in here, you’re going down too.

Good to know you care.

You scoff. I still have use for you, Dominus.

Something like irritation and resentment slithers down the connection from Jungkook. It makes you smirk, pleased at offering opposition. It’s been a long time since you could openly oppose someone the way you now can. It’s a risk, but it’s a calculated one.

Sometimes you must let the monster in to give it a sense of comfort. You remember the lesson. You think about the Vaesen who so easily move about the world without weapons.

Yes, letting Jungkook see parts of you is necessary. Dangerous, but ultimately worth it.

Shuffling, stilted movements echo toward you. Sliding your feet apart and bent slightly at the knee, you wait in a defensive stance. You leave the connection to Jungkook open. As you wait for the creatures to reach you, you periodically drift to observe Jungkook and the others. They’re making quick work rushing through a network of tunnels, moving faster now that there is a threat.

Lightning will do you no good in an enclosed space. While you won’t kill yourself, the walls of the tunnel are reinforced with metal rods and bracketing, a perfect conduit for electricity. With the running water crisscrossing in the sewer system just behind, you’re positive you’ll light up half of the underground network if you try it.

So you wait. Sword in your hand. Poised.

The first creature slides into your line of sight. The corridor is dark and without light, the shapes of the bent wings in a small space almost comical. They cannot move more than one at a time, a single file line of twisted limbs and rotten smell.

It sees you and pauses. There are soft clicks, the sounds bouncing back and forth. You frown, watching as they all stop moving, the clicks drifting between them at different intervals and cadences like… a language.

They’re speaking.

Whatever they are, they have some sort of intelligence. The humanoid shapes are all wrong, but you can vaguely sense something thrumming inside of them that is both like you and not. Your stomach flips at the implication that you can sense the creatures the way you sense Jungkook stopped at a fork in the tunnels, unsure of which way to go.

The clicking stops. You turn your attention away from Jungkook, narrowing that feed of awareness tied to him to the barest thread. For a moment, you and the first creature stare at one another. The next moment, it’s charging forward faster than you expect.

You duck as the creature slams into you. The breath leaves your lungs, feeling as though you’d been hit with the force of a thick wall, but you push up with your back as the creature topples over you, sending it sprawling. Your sword hand is fast, flicking in an arch to sever the head as the creature stumbles to regain balance.

The narrow space immediately becomes a problem. The next creature is on you, teeth snapping hungrily as you back up, stepping and slipping slightly on the ichor leaking from the dead body beneath your feet. There’s no room to swing your sword, so you’re forced to twitch the blade back and forth, parrying sharp stabs from your assailant.

Just like the creatures in the ballroom, these are uncoordinated. Their stabs aren’t fast enough, joints cracking and twisting awkwardly in lurching motions as they attack. Cutting through them is difficult in the lack of space. They press in on you, making you track backward to give yourself more room to fight. It’s not ideal – you’re leading them toward where Jungkook and the others have started moving again.

“Fuck,” you snarl, tasting foul ichor on your tongue as it sprays you from a sharp wound on the neck of one of them. It bellows and claws forward.

Summoning air in the tunnel you thrust a hand out, punching toward them with wind. It rips through the halls, whistling as the air rushes past you in violent torrents. It slams into creatures, propelling them backward.

While they’re crumpled and disorganized in a pile, you take ground back, advancing on them. They clamor over one another, shrieking and twitching their wings as they regain a sense of control. You summon wind again, ready to send another blast when a raw scream rips down your mental tether with Jungkook.

It’s violent and invasive, prying open your connection and funneling unfiltered pain and wrath into your own mind. Your vision goes white for a second as the emotional tidal wave of Jungkook overwhelms you, unexpected and uncontrolled.

A spark of blue is the only warning you get from one of the hellish creatures. You barely react in time, summoning wind again at a greater force. It screams toward you, quick enough to meet the blue flame of Hellfire as it fills the hallway.

Heat scorches against air. You scream in alarm. For a moment, you think your makeshift airwall won’t be enough to keep you from being turned to soot.

It holds, a steady wind current coming down the tunnel. Dust, dirt, and mice get picked up in your vacuum, spinning and slamming into the solid, opaque wall of air. You keep your energy focused on the wind as much as you can, Jungkook’s mental screaming almost too much of a distraction as you try and close the mental door between the two of you.

But Jungkook is untrained and the son of Sariel. His connection to you is strong and whatever he’s experiencing on the other side of the tunnel system is a deeper well than you knew he was capable of.

Gritting your teeth, you dig down into your well of power. It’s always there, a bottomless pit of energy and ability to use your gifts. Some witches call it magic. Faeries call it glamour. Angels call it grace and there is a spark of it there, tiny and imperfect, but enough for you to sustain the wind and shut the door on Jungkook just enough.

Snippets rush by you. They’re at the mouth of an entrance somewhere – almost out of the tunnel system. But they’re fighting – you sense more creatures and… others. Demons. Jungkook’s rage is a storm, battering down on your connection to him and exploding out of him as he fights.

Get out of the tunnels, you demand. Jungkook I need you to at least get out of the tunnels.

There is no acknowledgment that he’s heard you. There’s only screaming wind, the song of his fury, and heat building up on the other side of your wall. You smell molten metal and realize the creatures are going to bring everything down.

Jungkook, you scream at him. There is nothing on the other side, just anger threatening to swallow him whole. Jungkook!

Nothing.

Gritting your teeth, you shift a few steps back. You take a deep breath, feeling the heat on the other side of your air wall, and you shove hard through your mental tether. You feel Jungkook’s awareness, fire and rain. He feels you now.

Get out the fucking tunnel or I will kill all of you. This is your last warning.

And it is. Jungkook is useful. Using him is easier than the alternative, and having to come up with an additional plan after killing him while trying to escape the city is far too complicated, and near the realm of impossibility.

Sweat begins to form on your hairline. You feel the slick on your legs and your palms, the air over-warm. It continues to get hotter and hotter, kicking up several notches. Azure swims on the other side of the air you feed into your protect. It flares, growing stronger off the oxygen you provide it, but you have no other choice.

Silver drips from the ceiling. You look up, spotting liquified metal oozing through the earth’s ceiling.

Go. Jungkook’s voice is nearly a whisper. You realize you’re screaming with the force of the power you’re feeding into your wind. His words are like a release, a flip switching as you dive headfirst into the electric current of your lightning.

It’s an explosion. Heat and electricity meet in a caustic battle, the walls and floor rumbling as your lightning pulses from you more like a wave than bolts. You hear the crack, feel it vibrate your ears, and then there is only loud ringing as you stumble backward.

Dust, ash, and metal fill the air. You’ve brought down half the tunnel and you’re splayed on your ass.

Rolling over on your stomach, you try and push yourself to your feet. You slide in dirt and darkness. It’s difficult to breathe, the air filled with static and heated enough that your skin feels like you’re on fire. You manage to find footing and retreat towards where Jungkook and the others have gone.

Nothing follows you.

The high-pitched ringing does not leave you. A bit dizzy, you follow the thread of Jungkook’s existence, feeling the thread between you pull you toward him. His rage has turned to agony, and you know someone is dead, though you cannot discern who.

When you finally reach the surface, you understand.

There are masked Vaesen littered around an empty warehouse. You’re close to the Celadon River, the taste of salt in the air as it filters in from the sea. You cannot hear beyond the scream of your damaged ears, but the wind here is cool, coming in through a giant hole in the ceiling, freshly singed.

Similar creatures that hunted you into the halls lay in pieces. Jungkook stands expressionless, ringed by bodies. It seems the fight was centered on him, death laying quietly at his feet. Yoongi and Taehyung stand a few feet away, expressionless. Watching.

A single shaft of moonlight shines on Jungkook through the broken ceiling. It paints half of his face silver, his eye rimmed silver. The rest of his face in shadow. It’s an eerie picture, half of him light and dark, split between two worlds. A child slithers down your spine as your eyes drift away from the thunder in his expression to his feet, where his eyes are fixed and you see the source of his unending agony.

Jihoon and his family are no more.

-

Namjoon is the only other person at the apartment. You eye him warily as he stands in the living room, arms crossed over his broad chest as he watches the holoscreen. Images of the party flash on the screen. There are videos from security cameras, starlets filming the chaos while at the party, and media drones outside of the building as the police force descended on the scene.

Reporters stand in the carnage. There are still broken bodies of Vanir, stepped over as the reporters lead their filming drones through the rooms. You can see Vanir tied to leashes on chairs. Again, you don’t look at their faces.

After appearing from the tunnel to find Jihoon and his family dead, you were ushered home immediately. You went without negotiation, casting a single look at Jungkook. He wouldn’t meet your eyes, his expression flitting between exquisite pain and nothingness.

Sensing your presence, Namjoon turns his head a fraction to look at you. His eyes harden and his jaw flexes, onyx eyes not leaving you for a second. You remember your perceived place with him, casting your eyes to the screen to ignore the way he burns holes through you with just a look.

“Go away,” he grunts. “Your presence is bothersome.”

“I’m sorry, dominus.” You make your voice light and airy. “Why has master not come home with me?”

Calling Jungkook master burns your tongue. You make yourself look small, tucking your chin to your chest and curving your shoulders inward, like you’re bracing to be hit. You play with the hem of your shirt, which is too big like the rest of your clothes.

Namjoon scoffs, not buying it. “Because he has to deal with this fucking mess.”

“I should be with master- “

“Drop the act. Whatever you are, it isn’t Carved. If Jungkook wants to keep you and do whatever he wants with you, that’s fine.” You glance up at him. He stares you dead in the eye. “But I don’t like you and I don’t trust you. Stay in your lane, I’ll stay in mine.”

Namjoon leaves the room, the holoscreen casting blue light on the empty space. You listen to him go. He goes to his own room at the far end of the apartment and shuts the door loudly.

“Dick,” you mutter, entering the living room proper to look up at the screen.

The sound is muted, only showing the chaos. “Elide, volume on.”

“State access name,” the apartment system responds, voice cool and clear. You recite your name. “Unregistered user.”

You snarl. “Elide, volume on.”

“State access name.”

“Jungkook.”

“Voice recognition failure.”

“Just turn the fucking volume on!”

The elevator door opens behind you. You whirl on your heel, teeth bared in frustration. Jungkook walks through the door, barely sparing you a glance as he says, “Stop yelling at the technology. I didn’t program you into the system.”

“I noticed.” He walks into the kitchen, tapping the corner of a cabinet. It unlocks and pops open, revealing shelves of liquor. He removes a bottle and taps the cabinet shut. “Didn’t think you needed it.”

“Well if you’d like me to get bored and burn the apartment down, that is an option.”

“Be my guest. I have others.”

“Humble.”

Dark rage hums under the surface. Jungkook moves around his kitchen slowly. He places a glass delicately on the counter, pulling the cork from the bottle before pouring himself amber liquid. You sniff. Whiskey of some sort.

Jungkook is silent, but his mind is a torrent of emotions. Blood pounds beneath the surface, a beast begging to escape. You can almost taste the chaos within him and yet… he keeps it there. Sipping his drink and leaning on the counter as he looks at the floor.

“Namjoon thinks I should kill you,” Jungkook mentions.

“Unsurprising.”

“Yoongi does too.”

You shrug. “The way of the fox is unknown to me.”

Jungkook’s mind is wide open. You reach for it while he sips his whiskey. He doesn’t register as you brush against his thoughts, trying to sort through them. His mental is in chaos, thoughts racing through his head and flashes of his brother being cut down. Of Kita’s screaming.

“Do you know what those things were?”

You picture the creatures at the party. Their staggered steps, their rotting breath. “Something made, not born.”

“What does that mean?”

“That means I’ve seen a lot of creatures for the hundreds of years that I have been alive, but I’ve never seen whatever those were. Those things are not natural.”

“Most of what is in this world isn’t natural.”

“They are not natural to any plane. I felt…” You trail off and shrug your shoulders.

Navigating his mind while it’s in chaos is hard. You’re looking for the thread of conversation from earlier that night, trying to understand what Jungkook had been talking about when he trailed off about being prepared for assassination attempts. But it’s convoluted and murky.

Jungkook glances up at you. His face is a mask. You must admit you’re impressed by the way he looks calm and collected with the storm raging inside of him, threatening to crack the façade at any moment. “Felt what?”

“You didn’t feel them? Like the way you feel me?”

“Are you telling me you’re one of- “

“No,” you cut him off. “Not in the sense of they are me. But you couldn’t feel them like… dots on a radar. Little signatures of something?” He shakes his head. You hum for a moment, letting the silence hang in the air before you say, “Your untrained mind nearly got me killed.”

A ripple of anger goes through him and his thoughts become more confusing. You sense him boiling under the surface, a steady tremor building and building and building.

A frenzy. Jungkook is nearing a frenzy. If you could get him to fall into it…. you examine him. Coming down from a frenzy would put him in a state of compliance and exhaustion, making his mind open to sift through like forgotten paperwork.

You decide to incense him.

 “I mean it,” you snap when he doesn’t answer you. You square your shoulders and let your power drop into the room. “Your level of incompetence is worse than seraphim children. Total lack of discipline and an embarrassment to someone who was sired by Sariel.”

A flip switches.

Jungkook is pushing off the counter and moving toward you but you stand your ground, chin lifted, gaze cutting. His mask has slipped a fraction, lip curled. “What did you just say?”

“I said that your utter lack of control is insulting and beneath your station.”

“You are in no position to speak to me like that.”

You splay your hands. Jungkook heaves a few feet away from him. You see the wheels turning, sense his adrenaline shooting upward. You needle him further. “I think we both agreed that here, I’m in a position to do whatever I want.”

Jungkook is fast. He’s in front of you in moments, hand shooting out to grab you by the throat. You’re not surprised by the action as he slams you against a wall, sneering. But you are surprised by the giddy delight that shoots up your spine as his fingers close tightly around your base.

When he squeezes, it isn’t to cut off your air supply. You recognize the sign of dominance, the grip he has on a vulnerable part of you. It’s the most instinctual form of an alpha trying to regain the upper hand and you’re so delighted that you laugh.

“I own you,” Jungkook whispers. “Whether you want it, or whether I want to. I signed your papers. You are legally mine.”

You lift a leg and wrap it around Jungkook’s waist, tugging him toward you. He balks, hand going slack around your throat as your hips press against his. A wave of pleasure rolls through you but you focus on the way Jungkook stutters, pulling back from you.

“Yeah?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. “You have the upper hand, dominus?” His fingers tighten but he doesn’t respond. You roll your hips into his, feeling the confidence from a moment ago slip through his fingers like sand. “What happened? I thought you owned me?”

“You are walking a dangerous line.”

“You’re doing nothing about it.”

“What do you want from me?” he grits out, teeth clenched. He’s shaking, loss of control so near.

“You own me?” you goad. “Then fucking use me, Jungkook. You’re two seconds from a fucking demonic frenzy and you don’t even have the sense to fall into it.”

“I don’t do that.”

You lean forward. He leans away but you crowd his space, eyes searching. You notice a mole just below his flush mouth, something you’ve never seen before. It’s soft. Endearing. You ignore the observation as your mouth brushes close to his, sharing breath.

“You’re afraid of your demon,” you purr. He says nothing, breathing heavily as he watches you, pupils dilated. “Weak.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“Then feed the demon, Jungkook.”

Jungkook hesitate. You watch him, his jaw working and his eyes staring at you. You see the moment he gives over control to the demon part of him, pupils turning into saucers as his hand grips your throat tight. He leans forward, pressing in on your space until you’re chest to chest and his mouth is at the shell of your ear.

“If you wanted me to fuck you, why didn’t you just ask?”

Your hands go to his biceps, digging your nails in. He hisses, fingers pressing into the sides of your neck to restrict your breathing. “I thought you owned me,” you taunt. “I’m allowed to ask?”

It’s the final push he needs.

A shift happens in Jungkook. Swiftly, he drops you and flips you, slamming you chest first into the wall. It knocks the wind from your lungs, making you gasp as he crushes himself against you, nosing your ear. His breath is hot, sending chills down your spine. You grin, knowing you’ve got him going in the right direction.

You press your ass backwards into him, feeling his semi-hard cock in his pants. In his state, it doesn’t even need to be you Jungkook is attracted to. His demon side is wild, hungry to do anything to destroy, to fuck, to kill.

Demon frenzies enhance lust and violence, like adding fuel to a fire. Jungkook’s flame is stoked, his agony over his family members and his frustration blinding him as he rips the back of your shirt open, your scares and flesh on display for him.

“You want to be fucked like I own you?” he asks, voice low. “Fine.”

It's nothing new, being fucked like you’re owned. But this is different – it feels different. When Jungkook’s hands brush up your spine, they’re not violent. They’re inquisitive. Callused. You shiver under his touch, eyes shutting as he pulls the fabric of the ruined shirt off you.

Your nipples are pressed to the wall, providing friction. You give into it, letting that blissful stimulation bloom inside of you as he nudges your head to the side with his nose.

“Spread your legs,” he demands. His voice is barely a whisper. You do. “Not so talkative now, are we?”

“Is my commentating part of fucking me like you own me, dominus?”

A loud rip splits the air. Jungkook tears through your sweats, warm hands seeking the flesh of your ass. He grips your cheeks firmly, massaging the flesh as he ruts against you slightly. You moan, surprisingly not for effect but at the way you feel.

Rare is the occasion in which someone made you feel good during sex. It isn’t what you’re after, but it’s a bonus, letting Jungkook slip his hand between your legs to brush his finger through your folds. You're not dripping for him, but you let out a breathy sound as pleasure unfurls low in your stomach when he does it.

Even out of control Jungkook shows restrain. Your fascinated, split between panting against the wall as Jungkook’s skill fingers circle your clenching hole, gathering your wetness to slip toward your clit, applying light pressure as he circles the bundle of nerves.

Jungkook dedicates time to getting you worked up. His breath is warm against your ear, low grunts shooting more arousal straight to your core. For the first time in years, you’re dripping for someone. You can feel the slick on Jungkook’s fingers, your pussy warm and swollen for him as he continues to play with you.

Taking control of Jungkook’s thoughts is far from your mind now. You're distracted, fists pressing into the wall as Jungkook slips a finger into your entrance. You gasp, the pad of his finger brushing against your front wall, massaging your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you swear, seeing stars.

It becomes clear Jungkook knows what he’s doing, fucking his finger into you. You can hear the wet-slap of his hand against your pussy, worked up for him now as his clothed cock presses into your ass cheek.

“Such a tight fucking pussy,” he mutters. He doesn't seem to be talking to you as much as himself. “Cock is never gonna fuckin’ fit in here. Hmm. Oh well.”

He pulls his finger from you. You let out an angry sound, eyes flying open to glare at him over your shoulder. He pops the finger in his mouth, momentarily dumbing you as you watch him suck the shine from his finger. He doesn’t look at you when he’s done, hand working to pop the button on his jeans and tug his cock out.

When you look down, you realize that Jungkook is right. He might not fit, and it sends a little thrill through you, watching the way his heavy cock bobs against his shirt, dabbing it with precum as Jungkook only pulls his pants down enough to fuck you.

You’ve spent years tirelessly bouncing on a variety of cock and diving between the legs of mistress after mistress. Sex is not a stranger to you. Sometimes you remember vaguely enjoying a thing or two. Sometimes even when you didn’t like it, your body at least orgasmed.

Being used is something familiar – but you’re not being used now. Even if Jungkook thinks you are. Even as he thumbs the precum from the redden tip of his cockhead to spread it down his thick shaft, Jungkook isn’t in control.

You remember that as Jungkook leisurely pumps himself before brushing the tip through your now sticky folds. You press your cheek against the wall, sighing as he teases you. It feels good. You reach out with your mind, brushing Jungkook’s sightly. His walls are down, vulnerable. Your sneer turns into a loud moan when Jungkook pushes into your pussy on the upstroke.

The stretch is painful, your stomach plummeting as Jungkook splits you open. The glide isn’t slow. His instincts take over and he immediately fucks into you hard and deep, slamming your hips into the wall with his full weight with every thrust.

Jungkook fucks the breath out of you. One hand presses your face into the wall, your cheekbones and jaw throbbing with the force of it. His other hand grabs your hips, holding you in position as he fucks himself into you hard.

Pain-laced pleasure shoots through you. The sounds that drip from your mouth isn’t for show. Your toes curl and your head swims at the way he takes control, fingers pressed into your flesh, cock pressing deep deep deep.

You lose yourself in the slap of flesh on flesh and curses. He spits insults at you, and you growl in response, biting one of his fingers that strays too close to your mouth. You taste blood, grinning as the salt and iron tinged with honey pulls on your tongue. He smacks your mouth, the stinging making you trill with high-pitched laughter.

“Crazy Carved bitch,” he slurs. “Is this what you fucking wanted? To be fucked like this?”

“Fuck me harder, Jungkook.”

He presses your skull harder into the wall. For a moment, you think it might crack under the pressure. But you don’t break, and Jungkook listens, driving into you at a pace that would break anyone else. Anything else. But it doesn’t break you and it feels good to know that it doesn’t. To feel the way your pussy flutters around him as he fucks you with abandon.

So many people have tried to break you. So many. Many have almost succeeded, and yet you prevail. You keep going. You survive. You move on. You wait. You win.

Your orgasm mounts. You feel it building inside of you like the same electricity that gathered in that small hall to destroy. It coils and coils and coils. You become short of breath, sucking in hair as you tremble under Jungkook’s weight. His mind is flayed open and raw for the taking but you wait. Not yet not yet not yet.

Jungkook picks up speed. You feel his pace get sloppy and the change in rhythm pushes you over the edge. You come around him with a scream, vision going white as you hold your breath. You feel your entire body seize up, thrashing under him. Jungkook presses you against the wall, trapping you and making you take it as he thrusts one – two – three more times before coming with a curse.

The pace slows. The sweaty tension between you begins to dissipate. You feel Jungkook pull himself out, cum immediately running down your legs. His energy is lower now and when you manage to catch your breath and look at him over your shoulder, he’s swaying on his feet, fucked out expression on his face. He’s flushed, tip of nose red.

Your legs are shaking and sticky. You take a step toward him feeling the slide of your thighs against one another, made slippery by cum. You hold out a hand and he stares at it, eyes wide, expression blank. He’s in the fall after a frenzy, somewhere dazed between thoughts in his head.

Tentatively, Jungkook takes your hand. You leave the torn clothes on the floor, you leave everything. Namjoon surely heard everything, but the Hellhound minds his business as you lead Jungkook to your room. The half demon, half angel is suddenly pliant for you. Soft at the edges. Mute.

You sit him on the bed and he stares at you. Unmoving. Unthinking.

Brushing your mind against his, you feel nothing but static. The buzz of his thoughts is unorganized and sleepy. You keep the connection open, stepping into the bathroom to wash the cum from your legs, the sweat from your back and the blood from your face. You had not even realized that he split your lip.

In your room, Jungkook doesn’t move. He is listless and calm, steady breathing letting you know that he hasn’t gone to sleep just yet, but that he’s not entirely present.

Slipping into clothes and back into the room, you stand in front of him, eyes flickering over his face. Jungkook looks at you but he’s not really there. A tiny part of you hesitates. Knows that to violate his mind has always been your greatest fear of yourself.

But life isn’t fair, and you have been a slave for hundreds of years. You have suffered and you will suffer again in the future. And though you see something in Jungkook that you recognize, you know that to spare him is to admit weakness.

Pain is inevitable. Pain is constant. Pain is power.

Jungkook knows nothing of these tenants. Knows nothing of the life his mother lived before him, her principles, her heritage.

Sympathy is something you cannot afford to give him. So you push into his mind, seizing his thoughts. He doesn’t put up a fight. He hardly knows what you’re doing as you begin sorting through what’s there.

Minds are unique to each person. Though some of your fallen companions had similarities in the way their memories and thoughts were laid out, everyone had something unique. Jungkook’s mind feels like a thunderstorm at night, soft with the threat of something more. Something melancholy plays there, a tune that is familiar, but you cannot place.

You sift through the night's events. You see things through his eyes. Feel the contempt for those around him. Feel the apathy for the Vanir leashed to chairs and in cages. Feel the unfettered spark of adoration when he sees Kita. Feel the love for his brother, though you had not sensed it upon meeting Jihoon.

And there is love there. Maybe not in the form that humans or texts perceive it. But you taste the sweetness of the affection, and you understand that there are positive emotions when Jungkook looks at his older brother, no matter how complicated.

You sift through to running through the tunnels. Jungkook feels glad that he prepared. They had been worried as of late – there were confirmed movements of the rebel group Libram in the city. Confirmations of assets destroyed and vanishing members of the local government.

This surprises you. You were not aware that the rebels were so familiar with the city yet. The thought of the free cities is so distant from you that it feels odd to conceptualize that there are members of their organization in Lythos.

You follow the thread of Jungkook’s conversation with you from earlier.

But we are always prepared. It’s not often that someone tries to assassinate us, but...

But Jungkook had known that there was a growing presence of Libram in the city. And Belial had tortured you repeatedly for information on Libram, looking for any connection to the rebellion. To Michael. To the last remaining seraphim across the worlds.

You take a sharp breath. Jungkook’s feelings regarding Libram were wary. Laced with uncertainty and fear. You follow those thoughts, flipping through his memories looking for more information. Four assassinations on government officials. The destruction of one of the Kim’s synth mines. Liquidation of accounts that belonged to Belial through unknown methods and hackers.

For as long as you had belonged to Faustus to fight, you had kept your head down. You focused on living. Small moves and counter moves. You had not been looking for any news of Libram or their existence in the city, and until now, you had thought there weren’t many in the city. Whispers of the potential but nothing like what you’re seeing in Jungkook’s thoughts.

Carefully, you extract your mind from his and sit on the bed. With him tired and swaying, you offer him a nudge to go to sleep. He lays backwards, dark lashes fluttering shut. You watch him for a while, thoughts ruminating on the new information.

Libram being in the city is a factor that you did not calculate. You chew on your lips as you think of your next move. One way to gather the information you need would be through your Vanir contacts. You have so few. But the best way to get good information is through your Vaesen contacts, which are even fewer.

You think about the twisted creatures that killed Jungkook’s family. They did seem like... angels and demons twisted together. Like the stitching together of things that didn’t belong. Half-demons, half-angels were rare to begin with. But it was like they were trying to make something else.

Belial’s question comes back to you about Lilins. The children of Lilith herself, born from her savage rape of the Heavens, but specifically, the archangels. Unique creatures, with the perfectbalance. Enough demon blood to hide the angelic blood, and enough angelic blood to hide the demon.

The flicker of familiarity you felt when fighting those creatures sends a sinking feeling to the pit of your stomach. You look at Jungkook, asleep. He looks gentle in his sleep, lines smoothed out on his face. Round and childlike.

In the morning, you’ll go back to pretending. But for now, you pull your knees to your chest, setting your chin on top of them as you consider the options before deciding that you need to follow the sick feeling that twists your gut.

Because if you’re suspicions are right... Libram made those creatures that killed Jungkook’s family tonight, targeting Belial and his children. It puts you in a dangerous position, but also a favorable one if Libram discovers your existence and grows curious about how useful you might be.

Yet none of it relieves you. Because if those creatures are what you think they are, there are seraphim in the world that are trying to bring Lilins back to the fight. Lilins, the creatures solely responsible for bringing the Heavens down.

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D E F I N I T I O N S

Adamas - metal made from the Heavens, favorite in weapons used by angels and fae

Carved – angels who have had their wings surgically removed and sold for ownership. The possession of an angel’s wings gives the owner power over the angel’s grace, thereby giving them power over the angel.

Collared – a Vanir who is owned as a slave. They are often identifiable by the custom collars their masters put on their necks.

Dominus – term used by a slave to their male identifying master

Huli jing - Chinese fox spirit; similar to the Kitsune

Lilins - the offspring of the First Demon, Lilith, an the seraphim, most notably with the angels Uriel and Raphael. They are the perfect balance of Vanir and Vaesen and were used as spies during the war.

Seraph - a single angel, one of the seraphim

Seraphim - species of angels associated with Christian heaven, soldiers of God

Triumvirate – the three Lords who rule the Realms – figures of the Underworld

Vaesen – creatures associated with Underworld Realms such as demons, daevas, sorcerers, vampires, wraiths, and monster-like creatures

Vanir – creatures associated with Heaven Realms such as angels, faeries, witches, dragons, demigods and any heavenly-like being

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I am no longer doing a tag list. After several attempts to get this tag list to work and Tumblr refusing to tag correct/process the post, I just took them off. I'm removing taglists for 2023 anyways because of how difficult tagging has become (incorrect usernames, Tumblr eating tags, copy and pasting not working).

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[drella]

someone ate the last cookie brownie that was MINE.. i am going to lose it

[running-with-kn1ves]

Photographer

Photographer! Male Yandere X Exchange Student! GN Reader

A/N: I am waiting to receive angry anons for botching the language;; perhaps I should have taken french rather than spanish classes :’0. But seriously if there are any mistakes let me know--!

Synopsis: You’re a foreign exchange student who’s been captured by one of your classmates as his ‘model.’

TW: possessive behavior, kidnapping, forceful touching, yandere themes.

"Just stay right there. Sit still." 

He danced on his feet with precision, evading fallen petals and the sheets on the floor. You strained to keep the upright pose he demanded you stay in. 

"Beautiful…Don’t move." 

You turned away as he came foward, taking a picture of your face that was far too close for comfort. 

"Don't look away..." He said softly. 

You turned back to look at him, the photographer snapping a picture as soon as you turned. 

You squinted your eyes at the bright flash. 

"Yves... I really am not... comfortable with this. I've been sitting here for 2 hours." You groaned. 

"I know I know. Just a few pictures." 

That's exactly what he said last time. 'A few more pictures.' 'just a little longer.' 

But things have changed since last time. For one, you were now bound with your hands behind you and your legs tied together. He had never tried to bind you up like this. It was… unsettling, to say the least. But you focused on thinking they were for the shoot.  

You hated and adored being in his photos. Yves always knew how to make you feel like the most beautiful thing in the world. But there was always something lurking under his compliments; a smile that was a bit more than friendly. 

You didn't want to be here in the first place. But Yves had... "invited" you. To call it kidnapping would be wrong. You could never call your best friend a kidnapper. Even if that was... technically what he was. But you were in another country! Maybe people "kidnap" each other all the time here... right? 

You weren't too knowledgeable on the country’s laws but you hoped maybe this was common. Perhaps you just had to tell him you needed to go…one more time? 

"Yves, I really need to go home; I've been here for days," you shifted uncomfortably under the sheets which hardly covered you. "And I don’t understand why the restraints are necessary." 

"It is to uhh," Yves looked for the rights words. "Keep in the shot you know?" 

"Keep in the shot?" 

"Yes, you know," Yves mumbled some words you couldn’t understand, repeating himself despite your confused expression. "keep in the shot. You know." 

"Yves..." you sighed. You still weren't very good at understanding the language yet, and Yves wasn’t the best at english.

Rubbing your hands back and forth you felt the duck tape on your wrists dig deeper. Your feet had already gone numb, and the makeup on your face was beginning to melt from the softbox’s light.

Yves continued to mumble to himself as he took shots from every angle, moving low and high in order to get the best pictures of you. You were just glad that the sticky red paint he covered you in was finally dry; it had made your skin itch. He had been subjecting you to photo sessions every day ever since he brought you back to his apartment. 

Yves was supposed to be watching over you as part of the international student committee. But instead of showing you around the campus or helping you tour the city, you were stuck in his apartment. You were stupid enough to let him "take care of you" after a night of too many drinks while exploring the area. That was several days ago, and soon it'd be weeks if you let him keep you like this. 

But he always knew how to get you; whether it was with his sweet accent and convincing words, or his evading answers in the language he knew you couldn’t understand, he always knew how to keep you for just a bit longer. Even though you were starting to miss classes, and he was starting to become too suffocating. 

At this point, you'd take being stranded on the street if it meant you'd be out of Yves' tiny studio apartment. He wouldn’t even let you open a window to get some air; there was always some excuse, and you believed him every time. After all, he was born here; you were just a foreigner trying not to get lost. 

"Hey hey," Yves noticed your solemn face. "Mon amour, what is the matter?"

You didn’t answer, still struggling with the tape on your limbs. It had loosened just a bit in the past several minutes as you continued to sweat under the light. 

"Why do you look so sad?" He grabbed your chin gently, setting the camera down. 

"I'm tired." You responded, refusing to make eye contact. Yves rubbed your back and mumbled words of sympathy. 

"When can I go home?" 

"Soon Mon chéri soon. But I have many shots to take. You are making it take longer." 

He kissed your cheek over and over again, pulling you close as you went limp against him. You've learned not to refuse his affections anymore. If you did, he'd make you partake in a nude photo session again, just like the last time you refused. The humiliation wasn't worth saving your pride. 

"Kiss me." He demanded, watching you through hooded eyes. 

You bit your tongue. He watched you scoot back unconsciously, nervous at his closeness still. 

"Ne sois pas difficile.... my love just do as I say ." He grabbed your hands from behind, squeezing the tender flesh making you wince. "I'm not mean... do not make me mean.." 

You closed the gap between your lips with his, giving a quick and chaste kiss. But from the touch of his hands, you knew he wanted more.

 As you tried to leave his lips Yves held the back of your head. The photographer only let an inch pass between your lips before he closed the gap once again. You were used to this; used to him doing as he pleased. But at least you weren’t treated entirely like an item. Sometimes he’d beg for you to reciprocate, often in his native tongue.  

"Ne t'arrête pas, amour… kiss me..." 

You did as he asked. Hesitantly, you opened your mouth to let Yves' tongue slide against yours. Your makeup began to smudge as he enveloped you with affection. He gripped the tape around your arms, seemingly trying to tear it off. You wiggled your hands to get them free. 

You even tried to kiss Yves a bit more, hoping it would mean he would continue to help remove your restraints.

"No… no.." Yves pulled back. His mouth separated from yours with a slick pop; a string of saliva still connected you with him.

You wiped your mouth on your shoulder as Yves readjusted your restrained hands. 

"We got off topic," Yves' accent got thicker with his labored breath. "Get back in place." 

Your face was hot as you fixed yourself. The numbing in your fingers helped distract from Yves' lips and his saliva in your mouth. He picked up his camera and stepped back from you, covering his face. You could see from under his hand he was red. 

Yves wiped his mouth and bent down to fix a bit of your smudged makeup with his finger. Standing back up, he readied his camera, calming his breath. 

You did the same, trying to look away. The red paint on your skin began to itch again-- but it felt better to focus on that than the way Yves was eyeing you. 

"Almost done…" Yves set the camera up to his eye, ready to snap another shot. "And after, we can go to bed."

You gulped at the sound of that.

[bluiex]

So I'm a slut for vampires and LIVING (ha!) for your vampire!scarian tag! I love the tragic ending 🕊🐈 anon wrote, and I especially enjoy the idea of Grian's vampire hunter teammates betraying him. But what if things were flipped?What if they used Grian as bait for a stronger monster?

They couldn't convince him to cut ties with Scar and they can't fire him after all he's seen in the field. Why not plan a convenient accident?

They split up to cover ground and tell Grian to stay behind alone and rig a trap.

"By myself?! How am I supposed to work if I'm busy watching my own back?"

"Last time we checked, you liked having a monster up against you~"

Mocking laughter burns pink across his face. Grian kneels next to a toolbox and rummages through it for an excuse to change topics.

"Fine." He spits, "I'll set your stupid trap... But stay close. I don't want to be completely defenseless if something were to happen."

"Ooooh! Afraid you can't handle two vampires at once? Don't want wanna get fucked by another-"

"I said I'd do it! Now go!"

Blood boiled through his ears as his teammates gloated and vanished into the darkness. Grian yanked out wires and cables, tossing them over his shoulders into a tangled mess. Those assholes better do their job properly tonight. He's half a mind to leave a few tripwires unconnected and their holy water flasks empty.

But Scar would yell at him for undercutting his own teammates, even if they were the sort of people to try and kill him on sight. Grian sighed, properly wiring the trap and gathering the components for the next one. If anything did happen, Scar wouldn't be too far away. He had arranged to pick Grian up after the hunt was over at 11:00.

Just a thirty more minutes and he'd be back to someone who actually cared about him...

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At 10:34, the hunters silently looped back around.

At 10:42, Grian was halfway through setting his traps.

At 10:45, one of his teammates returned for a spare torch (conveniently the last one Grian was carrying.)

At 10:46, Scar heard a scream that belonged to his hunter. Instantly, he sprinted foward, locked on the growing scent of blood filling the cold night air.

In 20 seconds, his fangs were bared. Claws replaced his fingertips as he gouged out eyes and literally tore the feral monster off of Grian.

In 7 seconds it was dead.

And the moment he looked over his shoulder, Grian looked all too familiar:

Broken. Sputtering. Gasping.

Dying.

Scar knelt over him, darting uselessly over wounds he couldn't fix. A bloodied hand reached up from remains of Grian's neck. Trembling, it brushed against Scar's fingertips and the vampire gripped it tightly, panic filling his green eyes.

Grian tried to anchor his consciousness just a little bit longer. Tears wet his paling cheeks, but he couldn't tell who they belonged to. Scar babbled incoherently above him. His fangs glistened like stars as he sobbed and begged Grian to hang on and don't go and look at me and please, I'm sorry, Grian, Grian...

And perhaps, in a drifting state of judgement between two impassable worlds, Grian stared up at Scar as firmly as he could and rasped:

"Turn me."

-🩸

HnnNFNGNNFJHD

Scar's amplified hearing had to be playing tricks on him. Grian wouldn't whisper those words, right?

As uncontrollable tears fell from Scar's eyes, grief gripping his dead heart like a vice; he grabbed hold of Grian's wrist bringing it up to his mouth. He looked at Grian's face once more for confirmation, but was met with dull lifeless eyes.

Panicked now, Scar cried out Grian's name, biting down into his wrist using every ounce of his venom to bring his hunter back, his sun, the love of his life.