#( can't process his own emotions to shove it all down as deep as he can and pretend everythings alright. )

[ddarker-dreams]

Forgive me if this sort of thing has been explored before but picture this scenario: Chrollo coming home to darling having a panic attack. Why? What's going on?? She won't tell him, because it's a panic attack triggered by a phobia of something very mundane. She doesn't want him to know she has a phobia and she definitely doesn't want him to know what kind of phobia. To give an example let's say she has an irrational fear of mice. RIDICULOUS. He mustn't know. Lie lie lie distract disengage.

THIS ........ this setup does something for me........... i've recently fixated on this concept where you wake up from an awful nightmare, something like chrollo coldly ordering your death and for it to be as painful as possible.

you wake up, tears on your cheeks and sweat causing your nightwear to adhere to your skin. you're met with an unusual sight — chrollo's side of the bed is empty. cold, too. he must have been gone for a while now. any other night, this detail wouldn't arouse suspicion. if anything, it'd cause relief, that you've finally caught a break from his ever-watchful eye.

then your mind reminds you that chrollo isn't your only foe. it replays those images, those sounds, snapping and squelching as your grisly end nears.

you do what you can to calm yourself. splashing cold water on your face, drinking water, wiping the sweat from your brow; the way you go about everything is mechanical. he could do it, your thoughts taunt. this isn't the monster of your bed — waking up doesn't make the threat disappear. it only brings you closer.

with shaking hands, you open the door separating the bedroom from a moderately sized living space. you shove your pride aside and call out his name. softly, at first, and then at your normal speaking volume. nothing. would he really leave you on your own for this long without setting up precautions?

or maybe... is he preparing to finally do away with you?

the world goes on without your senses bothering to process anything. your body reacts like it would if an apex predator was gaining on you; all-consuming adrenaline, unsteady breathing, trembling limbs. this unrelenting whirlpool pushes you down to abyssal depths.

you're running out of air and it's too deep to surface.

then you hear a voice you recognize.

chrollo's kneeling down beside you, eyebrows furrowing, a prominent frown on his face. he rarely reveals this much emotion, small as it is. you can practically hear the gears in his head turning, attempting to piece together the situation and its severity. his hand is steady on your shoulder and the timbre of his voice soothes you. it's so consistent, so reliable, he always seems to know what to do and what to say.

you don't care to dwell on these bizarre thoughts. not now, not when you feel like you're drowning. an anchor is an anchor, even if it's a man you've sworn to loathe. it's okay to seek comfort, isn't it? no one could judge you. you can't judge yourself, either. you've been through so much — now and in the past — what's wrong with accepting the sweet fruit he's tempted you with?

you latch yourself to him. it isn't graceful or romantic, it's clinging to the lifeline that pushed you overboard to begin with. he lets out a soft sound at the ferocity of your grip. anyone else would've been knocked over by the sheer exertion of force, but chrollo didn't even budge. he must decide to discern the specifics later as he doesn't prod at you with questions. no, he reciprocates the embrace with an ardor that would've sickened you any other time.

you're babbling incoherently and yet he picks up enough to hazard a guess at what brought this about. he reassures you that he'd never harm you, that the thought alone makes him feel emotions he thought himself incapable of. he hugs you close, rubs his hands over your back, presses lingering kisses to your temple, and shushes you.

exhaustion catches up near the final tears you've shed. chrollo keeps himself still so as not to disturb you when you fall unconscious. he picks you up gently, brings you back to your side of the bed and puts you down. fondness envelops his heart at your now peaceful visage. he smooths out a stray hair cascading down your face.

all he intended to do was make a quick phone call, but coming back to you, with your glassy eyes and trembling lips, essentially attaching yourself to him like he's your sole source of comfort ... he might need to pinch himself to ensure he isn't dreaming.

#i'm sorry i deviated from the original ask somewhat😭 #yanderes comforting their darling and their darling actually accepting it even if it's temporary. it always gets me #yandere chrollo x reader #chrollo brainrot #answered #Anonymous

[onmyyan]

Can I get Delmont HC’s for when one of their ex flings or situationships try to get at the Delmont’s again and reader just gets sad instead of jealous ☹️

Oh this was so good my hands started typing before I could stop em!

A/N: Yandere, murder mentioned in Marcos, Manny kills someone,

Starting with OG lover boy, Cas takes your relationship very, very seriously.

Let's set the scene, the two of you are cuddled up at a work party of yours and a coworker you didn't really talk to much comes sauntering over with a smile far too friendly for your liking, it made a nasty feeling settle deep within your gut, something about her gaze lingering on the tall man by your side made you feel uncomfortable.

"Caspian? I haven't seen you in ages! How are you these days?" She'd ask completely ignoring your presence. Your eye flickered from the long legged woman to your now tense boyfriend. Caspian was almost always relaxed and happy with you, so you immediately clocked his off behavior.

"Hey Ana, been good." Was his simple, curt response, his hand moved from it's warm spot on your waist to his pant pocket, (He felt his temper instantly rise and couldn't risk hurting you so he moved his clenched fist to his pocket.) and you felt silly about it afterwards but in that moment, that small action felt like a rejection. The ugly feelings brewing in your stomach made the drink on your tongue turn bitter.

"You look amazing Cas, I see you kept up with our gym routine after all huh?" She giggled as if it was an inside joke between them, her body faced him, now closer than before, and you felt like a stranger intruding on something personal, all too quickly, you felt your throat tighten.

"It's so crazy running into you here, I was just thinking about how much fun we had together, we should go out for a drink later, maybe catch up?"

Caspian stared long and hard at the woman but your emotions were quickly spiraling out of control, you could feel your gut twist at the thought of him entertaining her, and before you could hear his response, you muttered out a barley audible "Excuse me." To the pair, quickly making your retreat to the nearest bathroom, thanking the universe that it was empty because no sooner than you closed the door did your bottom lip start to tremble.

Had you stayed you would have seen the downright murderous look on your boyfriend's face.

In his head he's trying to figure out the best way to turn her down without embarrassing you at your job, it's the only reason he doesn't notice your sudden mood shift.

He was trying to process the woman's audacity, a curt decline on the tip of his tongue, when you suddenly disappeared from his side. In an instant panic, he not so subtly shoves his way past the woman to where he thinks you went.

He uses the tracker on your phone to track you down to the bathroom and fully intended on waiting by the door until you came out, but then he heard the sound he hated most in the world, you sniffling.

Bursts in the door like there's a fire, not caring about anything but getting to you, checking you over. He ignores your gasp and hushed whispers to get out before he got in trouble, and cradles your wet face between his big hands.

"What's wrong Honey? How can I help?" He's staring at you with those big red eyes, brows furrowed in concern, and you can't help the tearful giggle you let out at his behavior.

"It's stupid-"

"If it made my baby cry it's far from stupid." He corrects immediately, thumbs wiping at any stray tears left.

"That woman- the way she spoke to you. I just, I hated how that made me feel and I don't know- I'm sorry, we can just go back to the party okay?" You turn from him to face the mirror and in an attempt to brush past what you considered an embarrassing moment, begin wiping at the smeared mascara on your eyes.

He smacks his teeth at his own idiocy, he hadn't even considered how that stupid wench made you feel in the moment, god what must be running through your mind, he couldn't imagine an ex of yours trying to ask you out in front of him, the guilt swells immediately, he wanted to run back out there and throw that harlot down the stairs for making your pretty face fall the way it had.

Instead he made his way to the bathroom door and clicked the lock in place, you turned to face him but your questions died on your tongue as he made his way towards you with that particular dark look in his eye.

"Forgive me, my love. I didn't mean to make you upset, I just didn't wanna make a scene at your job." He says casually falling to his knees before you, his hands trailing up your calves, to your thighs, finally settling on the thin fabric of your underwear, he stared up from between your legs with the softest look on his face.

"Let me make it up to you Honey."

Gabe has a much more explosive reaction

You two are at the gym, Gabe was sweating and sitting there all gorgeous and shit, he's making sure you watch as he lifts, his veins bulging in his arms as he winks at you. "Be my spotter baby I need my motivation." He grits out with that wolfish smile stretched across his flushed face.

You weren't nearly as athletic as the man and sometimes it felt as if you didn't belong in the gym, but he was quick to snuff out these thoughts, swearing up and down he preformed better on his sets when you were watching, that he needed you by his side even if you weren't working out as well.

He not only wants you around because he can't get enough of you, but he also really wants you to see him be hot, unfortunately that meant everyone at the gym got to see it too.

"I'll be right back baby, gonna go grab you a water." You smile at his immediate pout, the grabby hands he makes as he demands a goodbye kiss, even though you'd only be gone a few moments, but that's all the time the blonde woman stalking up to him needs.

The stranger to you was an old fling of Gabe's, he barely recognized her when she invited herself to his personal space like she was allowed, the only reason he didn't immediately brush her off was because she said his name, he was confused as she neared him, her smile too wide to be genuine.

the blue haired giant was the best sex of her life and despite the fact that she saw his blatant affection for you, she made her move anyway.

You came back to quite the sight, Gabe sat stiffly on the machine he was at, his elbows on his knees as he stared up at the blonde beside him, his face set in that sinfully attractive hardened stare,

The woman currently leaning too close for comfort on his machine looked like someone out of a fitness magazine, she was fit, completely toned and gorgeous, you couldn't help the twinge of discomfort at how close they were, how they looked like the perfect couple.

You neared them awkwardly as her back was to you and heard her say, "It's been too long Gabriel, I miss you, god your body is still insane, what are your benching now 250? 300. You could definitely still toss me around the bed." Her tone was dripping in flirtation, she dragged a finger up the pole of the machine he sat on, leaning down to press her chest together.

Before you could think about turning away from the upsetting sight, Gabe abruptly stood up, his glare dead set on the woman, his eyes flickered to you, immediately clocking the way your shoulders shrunk in, how you seemed to deflate at the situation, he could practically read your mind, knowing how easily your brain went to the worst places, he felt his temper skyrocket at the mere idea of you being upset by this nobody.

"Baby! I think we should end this early yeah? I got a better idea for a workout that involves you, me, and my backseat." He says almost whining as he throws his sweaty body all over you, his arms holding you tight against his body as he kissed the top of your head, rocking into the hug.

"This place just let's anybody in, we should switch to a new gym." His glare turned to the woman, if looks could kill she'd be on the ground. "C'mon ma, let's go before I get belligerent."

Ricky fully ignores the interaction lmao it's so rude

You'd come to the Auto shop with a homemade lunch for your sweet Ricky as he forgot to pack his own and called you to bring him one (he definitely did this on purpose just to see you at work)

You enter the shop and start to head straight to the back before being stopped by a manicured hand snapping in your face rather rudely.

"Hi ma'am, you can't just walk in here, you have to make an appointment." The woman behind the receptionist desk was new, you'd never seen her in here before, she was practically sneering at you, her plastic, customer service smile held no warmth as she tapped her nail against the sign in sheet impatiently.

You laughed instinctually at the tense situation, trying to dispell the awkwardness, you didn't understand her hostility, "Oh my boyfriend works here, he's expecting me." You say offering her a friendly smile, trying to smooth over any unpleasantness.

"Well I'm going to need some identification." She says matter of factly, her body now blocking your path. "uh no?" You said not wanting the stranger to see your information, you'd come to the shop hundreds of times now, everyone knew who you were, everyone but this woman it seems.

She scoffed at your refusal her voice raising in anger as she glared at you, "If you don't cooperate I'll have to call security." She threatened not knowing how deep she was digging her grave.

"My love? What's going on." Ricky's deep, baritone voice suddenly called out from around the corner, he thought it was odd you hadn't appeared yet as his tracker app said you'd arrived at his work minutes ago, it wasn't like you to delay so he listened to his gut and went outside seeing you being harassed by the new receptionist.

His blood pressure rises instantly and he has to fight to keep his hands from yanking her away from you.

He'd only signed off on her hiring because he knew she was infatuated with him, they hooked up once a few years ago and she would do anything to have it happen again, of course Ricky had no intention of fulfilling her desires, he just needed someone he knew would keep their mouth shut if they happened to see/notice something funky with the shop.

But her value immediately diminishes the second she gets in your way, his glare could melt glass as he tells her a simple, but aggressive, "Move." He holds his arms out to you and when you curl into his touch he makes a point to kiss your temple, his focus completely on you. "Are you alright love? What was she doing?" He asks tenderly rubbing your face. The receptionist opens her mouth to respond but Ricky shuts her up with a single raised hand, "She was just asking for my ID, I brought your lunch!" You say excitedly, his gaze grows warm at the adorable sight before he turns to the woman, his eyes dead, his aura dark and imposing.

"Clean out your desk immediately, I want you out of my shop before I come back out here." His tone left no room for argument, almost threatening as he places a hand in the small of your back, gently leading you away. "You didn't need to do that for me-" he cuts you off with an intense, breath stealing kiss, "Of course I did, no one interrupts our time together."

Marcos had always been afraid of his promiscuous past coming back to haunt him, and his violent reaction to this shows.

The two of you had been at a club for a while now, both proper sloshed and sweating, hours of grinding on each other to every song that came on the thumping speakers, he's in heaven with his arms around your waist, his nose buried in your neck as he mouths needy kisses up and down your throat.

You motion towards the bar, your drunk body demanding more alcohol and he begins leading you towards it, his hands never leaving your body.

He all but pushes a guy out of his seat so you can rest there while he gets the bartenders attention. He freezes when the woman turns around. The bartender shoots him a knowing, flirty grin, leans over close and yells over the pounding music, "Hey Marcos baby, you come back for more? I can take my break right now if that's the case."

His eyes flicker to you and his heart stutters at the sad look on your face, be it the copious amounts of liquor you had in your body or how just how gorgeous the woman hitting on him was, you feel your spirits drop, your mind tortured you with images of them together, of him with another, and the insecurities bubble up faster than you can handle, "scuse' me." You drunkenly mutter clasping a hand over your mouth, your stomach felt queasy all of a sudden and you all but ran to the bathroom on shakey legs.

Marcos is seeing red, his mind panicking as he watches you retreat to the bathroom he feels sick himself at the thought of you leaving him, the fear that you may be comparing yourself to such a nothing person, the terrifying thought of this insignificant person making you see him different, it had his chest heaving in a barley concealed rage.

He fixes his burning stare on the bartender, his eyes holding pure malice as he holds himself back from pressing his thumbs into her eyes and slamming her into the bar until it broke.

He says nothing to her, his eyes making her so uneasy she baked away slightly, his mouth felt dry as he pushes and bullies his way past the crowd to barge into the bathroom where he finds you curled around the toilet, he's falling to his knees beside you in an instant, he keeps your hair from your face, a soothing hand on your back as you empty your stomach.

His words are soft and encouraging as he helps you to your feet, uncaring about his expensive clothes being dirtied, uncaring of how messy you look, his eyes are full of love, even a bit teary as he helps you to the sink, as you wash your mouth out he's wetting a paper towel and dabbing the cold cloth to your burning neck, "Oh baby, my sweet girl are you okay? I'm so sorry, come here let me see you."

The moment sobers him entirely, he's calling a deluxe Uber to pick you both up and sending a message to his twin about the bartender, he wanted the bitch dead for even momentarily causing you to frown, he's holding your swaying form against him protectively as he waits for the car, his mind swirling with thoughts of violence and revenge, how dare that waste of air upset you so much? The crime would be repaid in blood.

Manny has the most volatile reaction.

The two of you are a late night, semi exclusive car show, Manny loved watching the races, he stopped racing in them the second you said you worried for his safety but his love for the adrenaline filled sport remained, the classic cars were beautiful and he always smiled so brightly when you indulged his more risky interests.

He loved pointing out the racers he liked or hated, his favorite cars and why, sharing this with you was one of his favorite ways to pass time. You always looked so beautiful under the neon lights, the smell of gasoline in the air.

It's rare for him to leave your side when you're out and about so this happens in front of you, the two of you are cuddled up together, sat comfortably on the hood of his car, his arms around you as you leaned back into his chest, when a woman in leather saunters up to his car.

"Hey Manny, long time no see pretty boy." The woman coo's from her position, her eyes drinking him in, blatantly ignoring your existence.

"Yeah." Is Manny's only response, his grip on your hips tightening before he moves from holding you against him to stepping in front of you, keeping his body between you and what he felt was a threat.

His hair moved everytime a car whizzed by him, but he didn't flinch, his cold eyes trained on the woman from his past.

His voice was clearly irritated, tone leaving no room for friendly interpretation, and yet she persisted, taking a step closer to the tall man who had begun to clench his fists, his body trembling in unfiltered rage.

"You wanna' take another ride? This time if I win, I get my prize up front." Her tone was clear, her implication made more lewd as she looked him up and down.

"Don't talk to me like you know me. Don't talk to me like you're somebody." His voice was dripping venom as he spoke, and if he wasn't furious before, the sad, almost deflated look on your face at her comments made him see red.

The crowds of people were so thick and intense, the loud sounds of the revving engines and screaming spectators only added to his slip of control.

"Relax Manny baby! I'm just teasing you." She puts her hand on his chest and before you could blink the woman's body is flying out towards the road where a car smacks into her with a sick crunch, her limp body is dragged as the car speeds along, unaware of the carnage it caused, screams and shouts of horror come from all around you, people beginning to panic as Manny turns around, all malice gone from his face as he lifts you off the car and ushers you to the passenger seat without a word. "Time to go!" He all but sings as he peels out of the parking lot.

"Holy shit are you okay?" You asked him turning back to stare as the horrifying scene grew farther and farther from his rearview mirror. He placed a shaky hand on your thigh to calm himself as he spoke, "I'm okay baby girl, are you? I'm so so sorry you had to see that." He says, his only guilt came from your date night being cut short.

"Don't be sorry baby, no one could have known that would happen Jesus Christ." You put a hand to your chest trying to ease the fierce beat, he grabbed your free hand, bringing the back of your palm to his lips for a sweet kiss, his eyes crinkling in joy at the thought of her now crumpled body.

"Yeah, accidents happen."

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere OC's x reader #yandere OC's #Delmont brothers #Caspian Delmont #Gabe Delmont #Ricky Delmont #Marcos Delmont #Manny Delmont #Caspian x reader #gabe x reader #ricky x reader #manny x reader #Marcos x reader

[writingsofwesteros]

Daenerys begins to wonder why their brother would request Aelyra's presence every night because of "his room being cold", when he could simply put on a fire. She denies the thought that her sweet older sister could be warming him in other ways. He hates them and her twin's a proper lady... right? Perhaps it's Viserys trying to show some kindness towards her because of Daenerys's impending marriage...?

Her delusions come crashing down when she decides to bathe a bit earlier before the Khal arrives, wanting time to prepare herself and mask her emotions. She's so lost in her mind, she doesn't hear the sound of water splashing nor the low moans from the already occupied room. Daenerys walks in to see Aelyra's top propped up on the ledge of the in ground tub while Viserys shoves her lower half against the wall with every thrust from behind. Aelyra's sure to be sore later, but she can never refuse Viserys these things, especially when she enjoys it so much.

Dany's mouth just falls open as she watches her twin's face and sees how rough Viserys is being with her. Her face warms as she listens to their loud moans and grunts, along with the sound of the water splashing around as their hips meet frantically. She quietly steps back to observe the situation, feeling jealousy start to cloud her mind. Daenerys watches Viserys pound into their sister, her beautiful breasts Dany got to see less and less often scraping against the stone, drawing louder noises out of her mouth.

Viserys surprises Dany when he pulls Aelyra up by her neck, making her back straighten against his front as he continues working his length into her as deep as he can. He smiles at her before kissing her deeply and spitting in her mouth once he pulls away. Dany watches in disbelief as Aelyra seems to like it, swallowing it down and shrieking as it somehow helps bring her over the edge. Daenerys's hungry eyes zero in on her twin's spasming body and tits that continue bouncing from the depravity down below. Dany can't help but feel lucky for stumbling upon this scene, particularly when she thinks about how this might be the first and last time she gets to see Aelyra's body on display like this.

Viserys continues to hold her to him as he chases his own high, slapping her ass to feel more vibrations against his cock. Aelyra throws her head back on his chest, their eyes meeting and he just absolutely explodes inside her. He lets his dick pump her full of cum before slapping her ass playfully. "You were being such a good girl until the end, you know how i get when you look at me like that..." he nuzzles his face against hers softly, resting his head on her neck now. "What do you say? Have we "filled this tub with luck" as you'd hoped? I don't see how this will help your sister, but I won't complain."

Aelyra just nuzzles back against him before her face flushes even more. "I may have made that up, but perhaps it will bring her fortune in her own future pregnancy." Daenerys can feel her heart stop when she hears that. Aelyra is pregnant? Right when Dany has to go away and she hasn't even told her? Daenerys can't stand another moment of her cruel brother being sweet to her twin, as if he didn't mistreat up until them just months ago. It almost feels soemewhat sacrilegious seeing him behaving this way. It was almost like he loved and cared for Aelyra, his smile bigger than it's ever been.

👑👑👑

Dany refuses to speak to either of her siblings, beyond what's necessary, though she feels bad for Aelyra. It's not her fault Viserys forced himself on her and corrupted her in the process. They leave all with the Dothraki and Dany can't help but feel happy that Viserys traded her for a crown. At least she can see Aelyra for now... prehaps even meet her sister's child, though she's not too eager about it still.

On the third day of her being wed, Daenerys hears louder cheers than normal from the Dothraki. She leaves her tent, only to find a circle forming around Aelyra as she bounces herself on Viserys's cock right next to the other Dothraki fucking & fighting on the ground. Khal Drogo makes Dany sit on his lap as he watches the Targaryen siblings and laughs loudly when one of his men jokingly tell him they gave him the wrong sister, as Aelyra "is likely as good at riding horseback as she is riding dick". Dany can't help but feel amazed as her previous thoughts about her siblings' relationship are proven wrong in front of everyone.

Daenerys feels like a pervert when her hips begin moving around and nipples harden from the sight. Drogo just laughs more, teasing her in his own tongue about how she's "hot for her twin sister." She may not understand a word he said, but she got the gist and though it shamed her, it only served to make her wetter. Daenerys straddles Drogo reverse cowgirl so she can keep her eyes on Aelyra, but makes no move to leave the Khal's lap. Drogo takes that as a sign and pulls her hips against his to rub his monster cock against her clothed pussy. They rut against each other, both enamored by the show being put on.

One of the Dothraki women get close to Aelyra, making Viserys almost get up to fight until he sees her attach her lips to Aelyra's protruding nipples. Aelyra cries out loudly, holding the woman's head to her tits as she starts orgasming. The woman rubs her stomach gently, loudly proclaiming the Dothraki word for pregnant to Aelyra in her excitement. Aelyra just smiles, nodding at her as she clings tighter to the foreign woman.

Daenerys watches as the tits she used to bury her own face in get sucked on by a stranger. The Dothraki woman adds to Dany's jealousy and pleasure, her hips moving faster against her new husband. She wishes she were her. It must be nice being able to fuck without shame; whenever, wherever and with whoever you want. Cheers ring out as Aelyra's news gets spread and they watch her body shudder in pleasure. The twins' orgasms hit fully around the same time, making Dany miss the view of Viserys' cream dripping from her twin sister.

Though if tonight is anything to go by, Daenerys would have plenty of chances to see it all again.

!!!!!!!!!!! OBSESSED !!! Dothraki and their public displays, thank you! I adore how Daenerys is so jealous ..oh i bet she loved the times they were sharing the bed. Poor Aelyra is just lost to the pleasure; you know he was whispering dirtily in her ear to get her to preform such acts.

#adore you #a debt to pay #i bow to you #the hottest!!! #👑💀 anon

[bu-blegh-ost]

Each Riptide captain deals with their emotions so differently.

Jay despises not having problems addressed. If she is left to her own devices, the problem will not leave her head. It'll torture her, prevent her from enjoying herself, and thus, she needs to get it out as soon as possible. She'll seek someone to talk to, she'll seek comfort and immediate solution, cause the worst thing that can ever happen to Jay Ferin is not knowing, but not a fact or information, but a piece of herself. She hates, not knowing within her own heart what she stands on, and if she can't figure it out, she begins feeling hopeless. It weighs on her, so she struggles with letting her emotions flow freely sometimes, she tries to gather them into a pattern that makes sense to her, cause only then will she be at peace. This helps her overcome certain issues quicker than Chip or Gill, but causes her to struggle with the issues that need time to process (her conversation with her grandma, her situation with her dad, Lizzy). She's been left in the void of indecision for much too long in her life, which makes her react badly to things that need such approach out of fear of repeating the mistakes of the past. At the same time, she is the one who expresses herself in the clearest way and this helps to avoid unsolved grivances between her and her crew, which is why I believe her conversation with Lizzy is still heavy on her. Cause it didn't settle everything she needed settled within her heart. Same with her decision in the Black Sea. The guilt, she wants to let go off is still within her, which causes her to lose confidence and grip on the situation at hand. But patience is something Jay can afford, as long as she knows her friends are there to wait for her. That her not having the answer immedaitely will not cause her to loose the ones she loves. It still bothers her, but for them, she can wait.

Chip's emotions are a violent hurricane. He struggles with expressing himself, and when something has him down, he becomes defensive and lashes out. At the same time, he does his best to isolate himself, usually departing somewhere high, I've noticed (the crow's nest, a roof, somewhere very little people can get to or look for). Once he is there, he cannot stop thinking about the emotional state he's in. It tears him from the inside, begs to be let out, but he leaves it to himself for far too long, let's it fester, until the self-deprecation is too much to keep inside, and it bursts foreward in a violent and ugly, but usually short outburst of emotion. It's raw and incredibly upsetting for both him and those who care about him, but at the same time cathartic. And Chip in all of that, doesn't truly need much. Just a reassurance that the awful things he tells himself sometimes are not true, that he is enough and that he's loved. He's usually not ready to receive it immediately after he breaks, but later, once he calms down, it makes his entire world brighter and more hopeful. It's a terribly unhealthy system if one allows it to run its full course, but at the same time, the more you know Chip, the easier it is to spot the storm brewing and stop it before it spills over. And Chip himself is slowly getting better in confiding in people, reaching out to people such as Drey, Roofus, Gillion and Jay who can keep him from drowning, make sure to keep him from the spiral.

Gillion is terrible in expressing himself, but in a way so much different than Chip. When Gill faces the problem, his first reaction is to take the emotion it causes and shove it deep inside, never to be seen again. He snuffs it out, quickly and efficiently, making both himself and others believe that he is not upset at all, something he learned during his training. Gill loves pretending that he is not a person who deserves to be sad. And he does his best to trust in that lie as well. But the feelings can't just be forgotten and put somewhere where he can't see them. They lay dormant, but keep coming back, stronger and stronger everyday, demanding to be heared, demanding of Gillion to let himself go and break. But Gillion doesn't want to break. It scares him more than anything, to have someone see him broken. As if he still thinks he will be punished for it. So he keeps himself busy, does not allow himself to rest, throws himself into danger with no regard of his own life, demands to be hurt, demands to be fought, anything to deplete that adrenalin, this turbulent itch inside, so there is no more time, no more energy to feel, to cry, to be in pain. Which is why it is the hardest to determine if Gillion is truly okay. Cause he'd never tell you. He'd never let himself think about it. This benefits him at times making him seem like the most emotionally stable of the crew. It helps in keeping his head clear in stressful situations, yet the problem comes when he finally stops. When there is nothing more to distract himself with and he is left with his own heart, heavy and suffering, and he can't force it into silence anymore. There is nothing else he can do, but break. And he does. Usually alone, he still tries to hide, not let anyone see, cause if someone sees then his biggest little lie is over. They can never see him as indestructible anymore. And it took Gill a long time to understand, that he means so much more to them than this indestructible shield he tries to be. That the fragile, gentle heart inside matters so much more to them than the armour around it.

Each Riptide captain deals with their emotions differently, but they all learn to overcome their bad habits, they all learn from each other, and they will never succumb to the darkness, as long as they can light the way for one another, and walk hand in hand towards better future.

#jrwi riptide #just roll with it #jrwi #gillion jrwi #gillion tidestrider #chip jrwi #jay jrwi #jay ferin

[win-writes]

𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳

༶ pairing: fukuchi x fem!reader

༶ contains: nsfw (mdni!), dom!fukuchi, dirty talk (use of slut, bitch, whore), implied oral (f! receive), overstimulation, mating press, hair pulling, use of "good girl" , squirting, fluff!ending, cuddling, kissing fukuchi"s scars

༶ word count: 1k

༶ original request

Being the fearless commander of the Hunting Dogs sure is a demanding job. It's only natural for Fukuchi to let his emotions get the best of him from time to time. Thankfully, he has his ways of taking out his anger when he feels the need to. What better way to do it than having you underneath him, begging for his cock with tears in your eyes, always ready for more?

"Not so fast you little slut" Fukuchi hissed before moving up from his position between your thighs. You're panting hard as you feel your third orgasm slowly washing over your whole body. Legs twitching, drool running down your chin, drenching the pillow beneath you and a mix of your arousal and his spit slowly rolling down your slit. A sight that he truly couldn't get enough of.

Fukuchi's hand swipes off your tasty essence of his chin while his other one starts pumping on his thick cock. Your half lided eyes move their gaze up from his erection to meet his hungry purple orbs "Don't look at me like that" his look is dark and alarming, making your cunt clentch around nothing despite how many times you came already "You're the one who ask for this, no need to act like a little bitch now"

His big hand finds it's way to your puffed clit. Fukuchi starts rubbing rough circles on your swollen nub, completely ignoring your pathetic cries in the process. Your legs tremble uncontrollably, no longer able to handle yet another wave of bliss. Fukuchi laughs at your body's reaction to his movements "Can't take it already? I've only just begun" your mewls sound like music to his ears, making his cock impossibly harder.

His strong hands pull your legs up as he inserts himself inside your sensitive needy hole. A loud moan escapes your lips, once he's balls deep inside your gummy walls, stretching you ever so perfectly "Too.. too big" you stutter with a trembling voice, earning a sinister smirk from the commander "Oh I'm sure you can take it like the good little whore you are" he replies in a low tone to your miserable whining. You bite your lower lip at the feeling of his cock reaching your sweet spot with such ease. Your mind is drowned in pleasure, impatient for him to start moving.

Fukuchi presses his body against yours with your legs passed over his strong arms, caging you among his hands. His hot breath hits your neck as he starts pounding into you in a brute pace. Your whines and sobs fill the room, in addition to the wet sounds of his forceful thrusts into your soaking pussy.

Lost in the ecstatic moment, your hands unintentionally find their place in Fukuchi's hair. Your fingers grip on his light locks for dear life, slowly pulling his head backwards. Your eyes shoot open witnessing his own rolling back into his skull, growling in response to the luscious ache coming from your fierce tug on his hair. Eventually, unable to bare the overwhelming amount of stimulation, your hands are forced to let go of their grip on his locks. Fukuchi shoves his cock deep inside you, hitting your g spot with immense force before suddenly halting his movements, earning another cry from you at the lost of friction. His big hand wraps around your face, pulling you closer to his "Don't you dare stop, understood?"

With tears pooling in your eyes, you nod in agreement, moving your hands into his hair again "Good girl" he whispers right above your lips, before letting go of your face, only to pick up his animalistic pace by diving his dick into your abused cunt. You tug on his locks again with all the power you have left, making the man above you growl loudly.

His vivid thrusts into your cunt make you see stars, finally snapping the knot in your stomach for another time. A filthy moan roses out of your throat as you cum on Fukuchi's cock, still burried to the tilt inside of you. Though his movements never stop for a second, pounding into you in an even more unwavering tempo "I didn't cum yet, slut"

You throw your head back, rolling back your eyes at the unbearable feeling of Fukuchi fucking your release back in to your heated hole. It feels like all your body can sence is his thick member hitting your cervix over and over again, building up a whole new sensation in your lower abdomen.

Your grip on his hair gets impossibly harder, as his pace becomes unstable. His tip bumps into your sweet spot one last time, before making a mess of the mattress beneath you. He shoots his thick white load inside you, while you squirt on him violently at the same time, moaning in an agonizing tone at the rapid fullness of your pussy.

Your hands almost numb now finally give out, falling onto the matress. Fukuchi pulls his soften dick out with his eyes locked with your cunt, dripping out your combined fluids. You whine at the sudden emptiness, burrying your face in the pillow out of embarrassment. He giggles at your adorable reaction "Getting all shy after squirting on me like a whore?"

Your lack of response lets Fukuchi know how exhausted you are. He's quick to get up and take a cloth to whipe you clean with remarkably gentle movements. Once he's done, he lays beside you "You were such a good girl for me" his strong hands embrace your tired form "I'm sorry if i overdid it today"

You place your soft hands on each of his cheeks, tenderly caressing them "It's okay, I think you already know that I very much enjoyed it" you smile before leaning closer, only to kiss his scars on the right side of his face. He lets out a small laugh before resting his face into your neck, as both of you slowly drift off to sleep, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies.

#win; writes #fukuchi ouchi #ōchi fukuchi #fukuchi x reader #fukuchi smut #fukuchi x you #fukuchi x yn #bsd fukuchi #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd imagines #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs x you #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs smut

[natasha-in-space]

Random Mystic Messenger headcanons that live in my head rent-free

Some are angsty, some are cute - it's a mixed bag

- Zen enjoys doing skincare with you. It's a shared process. He lets you put sheet masks on him and, more than anything, he adores the feeling of being pampered by you. You two have a separate case just for your skincare products. His job makes it difficult sometimes to spend time with you, so knowing that, at the end of the day, he'll undoubtedly get to enjoy your company keeps him motivated throughout his practice. It's his favourite time of the day.

- More than anything else, Yoosung wants to feel content. All the days spent in front of his computer or cooped up listening to a boring lecture he doesn't care about eat away at him slowly but surely. His back aches from spending hours in a sitting position and he often collapses into his bed, feeling utterly useless and drained. Deep down, he knows that he's just burned out, but these ugly thoughts are just too loud to overcome with common sense. He feels like he goes through life blindly like he's in a thick fog clouding his vision and slowing down his movement. He fears disappointing his family if he speaks up about the way he feels and the crushing expectations put on him for being a star student in his school years are just the cherry on top of the cake. More than anything, he wants to breathe freely, without feeling like he's slowly being crushed under the heavy weight of his grief.

- Jaehee has shockingly good leadership skills! If push comes to shove, she can somehow manage to make even the oddest group of people come together to complete a task. When she gets in the zone, she has this natural charisma emanating from her, and you can't help but feel deep respect for her abilities. She just believes she's in no position to take the leading role most of the time, and it's only when you share your amazement for her skills with her does she first starts to reassess her own image of herself.

- Jumin's kisses are the gentlest touch you have ever felt in your entire life. Most of the time, he's so afraid that he's dreaming when he gets to kiss you like this. He's so terrified that he'll wake up in his bed all alone the next morning, only to realize that you were not real. He's incredibly tender when he presses his lips to yours, his thumb caressing the soft skin of your cheek to reassure himself that you're indeed right here, next to him. It's like he's wordlessly begging you to stay by his side, too afraid to speak those vulnerable words out loud.

- Saeyoung adores it when you let him rest his head on your lap. The feeling of your fingers lazily combing through his hair, as the warmth of your soft thighs beneath his cheek lulls him to sleep is heavenly to him. He feels so loved and safe pressed up against you like this that he actually cried the first time you did this for him. Whenever he gets nightmares, you offer him to rest his head on your lap as you hum soft lullabies to ease his worries.

- Jihyun is a huge fan of classical music. It's to the point where he barely listens to anything else. You'll have to introduce him to other genres of music yourself cause he's so stuck in his ways. This man is an old soul through and through. Though, it's not so bad when he sweeps you into a sweet waltz in the middle of a kitchen. He can create a fairytale like setting with such ease that it takes your breath away.

- Ray is a highly empathetic person without even realizing it. That's why he tries to avoid big crowds whenever he can. He feels so incredibly overwhelmed with all these different emotions clouding his mind and he has no idea where they're even coming from. It scares him and he feels like there's something inherently wrong with him. Still, that's why he can just know when you're feeling unwell. He comes into your room and instantly reads your mood without even having to ask. He can also tell whenever Rika's feeling disheartened, but she brushes him off whenever he offers to comfort her most of the time.

- Deep down, what Suit Saeran longs for the most is to be accepted even if he's not the strongest. He's not at all as confident as he presents himself to be. He can't get a single night of restful sleep without nightmares of his past haunting him. If you, somehow, get him to sleep next to you, he'll bury his face into your hair or back, crushing you in his arms. He'll never let you see his face. His mother is something he fears and hates the most, he despises the fact that she keeps torturing him even now when he tries so incredibly hard to be stronger. He feels so insecure whenever he berates you, tries everything that comes to mind to put you down, and you just look him straight in the eye and refuse to break. He wants you to cry, to get angry, to do something. Prove to him that you're that weakling he wants you to be, prove to him that you're not a good person. Because if you are a genuinely good person that just wants to help him from the bottom of their heart... what in the world is he doing? And what does it mean for him? He's desperately trying to keep his facade of animosity together, but you can see the terrified boy begging to be acknowledged underneath. He realizes he can never let you go when you see this weak side of him and still refuse to give up on him. That's the moment he realizes that he'll do whatever it takes to ensure your safety.

- GE Saeran's kisses convey all of his feelings for you. He doesn't hide anything from you, and you can perfectly feel it through his touch. He tends to break away from you to whisper soft 'I love you's onto your skin over and over again. There's no more darkness clouding his mind. Everything feels perfect, like this is where he was always meant to be. He pulls away, breathless, and smiles. He loves you. He loves you so much.

- VAE Ray's favorite time of the day is around 2-3 pm when everything is still warm under the sun and all you want is to curl up in your room for an afternoon nap. Especially in late Spring or early Autumn, when it's not too hot or too cold. His scars are still quite sensitive to harsh weather, so he has to spend a lot of time indoors whenever the temperatures get too high or low for his comfort. He finds respite in short naps he can enjoy tucked in next to you on those days. Nightmares rarely bother him during the day, so he enjoys this peaceful slumber he gets to experience, while feeling your scent surrounding him in a cocoon of safety more than anything else.

- Unknown actually loves emoticons. That is, once you taught him how to use them properly. He has a bunch of them saved up in his notes so he does not need to go searching for the ones he needs. It's surprisingly hilarious cause he loves using them whenever you get on his nerves and he just does not want to waste his precious energy on typing out his responses. You just get a single: '(⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠)', and that's how you know you're in trouble. Uses happy ones as a threat. You never knew seeing a notification of '◉⁠‿⁠◉' on your phone could make shivers crawl up your spine, but Unknown somehow manages to do exactly that.

- SE Saeran loves going out shopping with you. He rarely ventures outside for something like this alone, but with you, it's different. He can focus on your company next to him, and the world around him does not feel as overwhelmingly suffocating as it usually does. He still has a lot to learn about the modern world and that's what these trips to the convenience stores are meant for. You never once judged him for not knowing something basic or feeling confused by mundane details of day-to-day life. He's free to ask away and learn about the world around him, and that's exactly what he does. It's nothing big, and he does not want to do anything super exciting that will exhaust him at the end of the day. Simply taking a walk hand in hand through the local stores in your own pace is more than enough for him.

- Rika has incredible reflexes. Something could fall off the balcony while she's taking a walk through the garden with you, and she'll catch it without even taking her eyes off you for a second. It's practically impossible to catch her by surprise. She's so used to paying attention to every little detail in the environment around her that it became an autopilot for her. While it amazes you at first, you can't help but wonder what kind of life she must have lived to develop such high awareness of possible dangers both to herself and those around her. Your heart clenches in your chest at the thought.

- Vanderwood listens to a ton of rock and heavy metal. Iron Maiden, AC/DC, Aerosmith... Those are their go-to. They're very protective of their interests, so if they're willing to share their earbuds with you? Consider that one of the highest signs of their trust in you. It's so cute how they're glancing your way from time to time, as if to check whether or not you're enjoying the music. They'll gladly listen to your favorites as well. Music is something that helps them a lot whenever everything gets too hard to bear, so it's way more personal than it may seem at first glance.

Bonus round for my oc's!

- Natasha took a very long time to talk as a child. Her mother even considered taking her to the hospital cause she was getting highly concerned for her daughter, but, thankfully, things never turned for the worst in that regard. She was two years old when she spoke her first words and it was 'gobble gobble', cause she was watching a programme about turkeys at the time. She was running around gobbling like a tiny turkey for a good week or so after that.

- Chaewon's favorite fruit is pomegranate because she thought that the top part looked like a beautiful crown as a child. She even tried wearing it on her head once only to fail miserably. Rika's the only one who knows about this childhood story of hers and ever since learning it, she started brewing pomegranate tea whenever they have their meetings in her quarters.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #mystic messenger headcanons #yoosung kim #zen ryu #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #jihyun kim #saeran choi #rika kim #mm vanderwood #oc natasha stakh #oc chaewon lee (reiko)

[swords-of-a-soilder]

The Healing Process

Chapter 9

Deep state

Cellbit organized the images on his corkboard, then attached a redline to a newly applied image of Cucurucho, He then step back and observe the board Intently.

"Bom dia." An all to familiar voice called from behind, he turn to met the speaker, his eyebrows knit at the sight of Cucurucho.

The sight of the uncanny white bear send shivers down Cellbit's spine, the trauma he had with this creature is one he didn't want to re-explorer.

"The day has suddenly become a lot less good, since you've show up." Cellbit snapped back.

Cucurucho respond with a monotone laugh, staring daggers into Cellbit. "Is there a reason why you welcomed yourself in my home?" Cellbit asked

Cucurcho laughed once more, before offering a letter to cellbit, which he open and read out loud. "You haven't fullfil your duty in ages since your return, your assistance is still required by the federation." He fold the paper then turn his attention to cucurho, "oh you didn't hear, I re-signed."

"No." Cucurho respond

"You don't exactly have the option to tell me no." Cellbit Double down, "But I'll tell you what, I'll return if I can ask you some questions."

Cucurucho tiled his head at the strange requested, but show no resistance to such; Cellbit took this as a sign to processed. "I was told you trick philza, then locked him in a birdhouse?"

"No."

"You didn't trap him?"

"No."

"You're confusing me."

Cucurcho dispense a clipboard from his invertory, of which he wrote his answer down then point it at him. Cellbit leaned forward reading the message, “I did not trick him.”

Cellbit paced back and forth in the burnt forest, waiting as Phil observed a seemlingly normal spot intently. "Why did Tallulah burnt it down?" Cellbit finally asked.

Phil bent down, sensing his knees were about to give out, he then rested his hand on the ground for additional support. "Um, she didn't want me to worry about it."

"Oh, that's sweet of her."

Phil hummed in respond, eyes still trained on the stop in which the house once was. "I was in a frantic panic, so she thought burning the memory might help."

"Hm, maybe that's why you forgot." Cellbit teased

"If only it was that easy to forgot these things." Phil complained.

"Oh by the way, I finally had a chance to speak with Cucurcho." Cellbit explain, "Actually he said he was keeping an eye on you for a crime you committed. "

"The cage .." Phil whispered under his breath.

"Well, he saw you enter the birdhouse and though it was the perfect opportunity for you to serve your time."

Phil slowly stood up in silence, immediately peaking Cellbit's interest. "I spent months trying to figure out if it was real or not." Phil started. "And I now I know.. someone sent me out here.. and Cucurucho interfered with that.."

Cellbit watch Phil in concern, he could tell from the expression on Phil's face that he was going through a range off emotions. However right before what was expect to be his not so sudden snap, he shove the emotions back down then walked back to the Waystone, almost tripping in the process.

"Philza, please be careful." Cellbit warned as he followed behind him.

"I need to show you the other locations." Phil's deflected.

They would soon make there way to Tallulah's Garden, where they stood at the back wall momentarily staring at it."

"This is where the note came from?" Cellbit asked to no avail, "This was the entity you can't remember, right?"

"There's nothing here anymore." Phil quickly dismissed before he made his way to other locations, Cellbit quickly followed.

The further down they went the more impressed Cellbit found himself, as an entire aquarium was just below Phil's base.

His eyes darted to the mini petting zoo, more importantly the lone sign on it. "Missa's new home?" He read out loud.

"God please don't remind me about that." Phil plead keeping his eyes on the front wall of the aquarium, "Missa gets in his own head sometimes and thinks he's not good enough for me it's just so.. I would like to hope I got that idea out his head."

Cellbit nod in response then joined Phil. He observe the spot Phil was fixated on, below the glass.

"The eggs couldn't see it." Phill started before bending down once again. "Fit came to check it out but it was actually gone by then."

"Right, you said the first message had vines and a picture of crow skull with roses coming out of it."Cellbit inquired

Phil nod his head in agreement, "yeah this had..um ..fuck.."

"Don't strain yourself, we still need to perform deep state later." Cellbit warned

"No I know this, shut up." Phil requested. He sat in silence momentarily before finally speaking again. "A trident!" He recalled.

"Like a picture?" Cellbit inquired further

"Yes, and they were item frames with chours fruit, ender pearls, a less cool trident." Phil listed

"Interesting, you mind if I hop in?" Cellbit requested

"The whale might try to kiss you, but go ahead." Phil joked as he removed the glass for cellbit to enter.

Cellbit rolled his eyes, then jumped in carefully observing the wall. Needless to say it look almost identical to every other wall in that aquarium, expect for one thing.

There was a crack in the wall, a rather small thing hardly noticable but in that crack, was a endless darkness that almost seemed artificial.

Before Cellbit could explore it further, the whale starting pushing it's face on Cellbit, surprisedly looking for a kiss. Cellbit pushed the whale away then swam back, meet with Phil's laughter.

"There's something down there." Cellbit information immediately silenced Phil.

"What do you mean?" He asked

"A crack in the wall, there's a darkeness behind, but it feels artificial." He climbed out the water completely then shook the water out his hair. "Like it doesn't exist in the void of light but rather exist because it could."

Phil observed Cellbit with a mix of emotions, before quietly whispering the void to himself, thankful Cellbit's ears picked up on that

He was about to inquire about why that particular word peaked Phil interest however his phone vibrated. He pulled it from his pocket as he checked the residents' chat. "Forever's ready for us."

Phil approach the chamber with some hesitant, keeping his arms interlocked with Cellbit's. the exterior structure was much like a storage unit, in fact Phil was pretty sure it was one of the many units found on the boat Forever came in on.

The interior however had more care put into it, as it was reinforced likely to block sounds and keep the water inside. Right, to deprive his sense, why was the such a terrifying concept to him?

Forever stood upright, offering his hand to Phil, which Phil ignore and instead used his shoulder as a brace. "This is fucking terrifying" he admited.

"It actually can be really therapeutic." Forever rebutted

"Isn't there supposed to be a soft light in there?"

"There doesn't have to be." Forever informed. He then lifted Phil's arm to lead him into the tank, watching his step careful. "Remove your sandles." He requested.

Phil couldn't tell what part of this was more terrifying, the possibility of drowning, horrific memories, being in an enclosed space; He felt his heart beat a million times a second.

"Phil?"Forever's voice throw him out self induced panic, he eyes darted to Forever's "I got you, it's okay." He reassured

Phil release a deep exhale and accept his situation, he then removed his sandles and entered the chamber slowly. He followed Forever's instructions, allowing himself to floating in the water while Forever kneed down.

He then offered Forever his hand par request, which he grasp tightly with both hands. "Cellbit," Forever called.

"Already on it," Cellbit respond as he pulled the door close, "just try to relax Phil."

The minute the door close the room was bathed in darkness, and Phil's anxiety snuck up on him once again. "Forever?"

"I'm right here," Forever immediately responded. "Just close your eyes and relax."

"Close my eyes, Seriously, do you see how dark it is in here?!"

"Philza, breath." Forever suggested

Phil played along, anything to delay this process any further, though once he exhaled he felt unusually relaxed. "Forever are you doing that?"

"More or less." Forever Informed.

"What..how?"

"Phil, close your eyes..relax." he'll admit with his current relax state it felt kind of pointless to fight, he'd be terrified Forever had that ability if he wasn't so chilled out right now.

He took another deep breath, then close his eyes, feeling his remaining senses slowly but surely wash away. In a instance all feel silence.

Then he Heard her, clear as day. Fill with the joy of a soul who hadn't see her for months, he finally heard her.

"Oh Child of the Sky, come on down!"

#qsmp #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp fic #fanfiction #my fanfiction #fanfic #the healing process #q!philza #q!cellbit #q!forever #cucurucho #child of the sky #hcs4 #q!Rose #hardcore season 4

[pinkanonwrites]

Ahhh i’m in the mood for some fluff if you’re ok with that! How will the dorm leaders (please include leona ahaha - I’m severely biased) react to their s/o falling asleep on them?

Yes, I always love writing some fluff! Here you are!

(I had to remake Riddle's banner and I couldn't find the old font so please don't mind it! I know, it bothers me even more than it bothers you, I swear.)

Riddle goes stock still the moment your head slumps against his shoulder. He does his best to peek at you out of the corner of his eye, for fear that moving his head even a little will jostle you and wake you back up again. He's barely even breathing he's trying so hard not to move.

He's very unused to physical affection, even after entering a relationship with you, so he's kind of caught between this embarrassed fluster and this deep, affectionate comfort. He's feeling a lot right now and is not equipped with the emotional tools to process it, so instead he just sits still, his face slowly getting redder and redder

If anyone (particularly Ace or Cater) enters the room to see you sleeping on him, he'll panic and shove you off before his brain can even catch up with him. He's very apologetic afterwards, he feels terrible for waking you up and even worse for shoving you, of all things. Please forgive him, he's doing his absolute best.

The chances that the two of you are laying together with him awake and you asleep is incredibly low, but it happens! Leona will be trying to doze off in the botanical garden when he feels you relax against him, your head tipping gently to the side as your breathing slows. He turns to look at you only to find you asleep, a brief sting of envy shooting through him that you fell asleep already and he hasn't.

As carefully as he can, Leona will hesitate before wrapping an arm around you, moving you in such a way that your head is resting on his bicep. He's not the most openly physically affectionate, but no one besides Ruggie risks the chance of bothering the two of you here, and Ruggie won't try and tease if he knows what's good for him. So he takes his chances and pulls you just a little bit closer.

His ears are sensitive to the rise and fall of your breath, the soft thump of your heartbeat, and slowly they become his own personal lullaby as he drifts off into a peaceful slumber. When the two of you finally wake up, Leona won't tell you this, but he thinks it's the best sleep he's had in years.

Another boy who gets hopelessly embarrassed when he realizes you're sleeping on him, of all things! Good thing the two of you are alone in his office while Azul sorts through some paperwork, or he'd never hear the end of it from the twins. He tries his best to keep working but it's basically impossible when all he can think about is you leaning against him, lost in dreamland.

He just stares at you for quite a long time. In disbelief, almost. You're here, you're real, you're sleeping against him and you don't think he's a creepy octo-twerp or a weak merman or a chubby little loser. You love him. You've said so. And looking down at you he's filled with such this overflowing pool of affection that he has no outlet for, brilliant, unfamiliar, maybe even a bit intimidating.

Then you shift and murmur something quietly in your sleep, and Azul realizes he will be getting no more paperwork done today, and closes the manila folder on his desk as gently as he can. His face is flushed red as he leans his head against yours, painfully slowly, worried you'll wake up suddenly and pull away. But you don't, and Azul quietly closes his eyes as well.

"So then I told Jamil 'Well since the color of the robes is so boring, maybe we can ask the headmaster about changing them!' And he was so- ah?" Kalim was mid-story when he feels you thump against him, nuzzling into his shoulder. He turns his head to look at you, voice dropping to a whisper. "Hey. Did you fall asleep?"

Of course you did, so obviously you can't answer. But Kalim's smile gets all big and silly anyway. You're just too cute! He leans his head into yours and nuzzles you back, his arm wrapping around your shoulders to support you and keep you leaning against him. The story can always wait for another day, after all.

Eventually Jamil comes looking for his master, only to find the two of you slumped against each other, Kalim openly snoring. He weighs the options between waking him up and not, finally deciding that as long as Kalim was asleep he wasn't coming up with any crazy schemes that Jamil had no choice but to follow along in. The young prince could certainly have a few more moments with his beloved, if it meant sparing Jamil some grief.

"You're going to get makeup on my coat, troublesome little thing you are." Though the words themselves may seem harsh, there's not an ounce of genuine vitriol in Vil's tone. In fact, it's sweeter than anyone is actually used to hearing him speak. "Just what am I supposed to do with you, hm?"

What he does, of course, is pull out his phone and snap a photo of the two of you. Not for Magicam, no. This one is for his personal collection. Then as quickly as he procured it Vil tucks his phone away again and returns his attention to the movie the two of you had been watching. You'd been asking questions throughout, letting Vil explain the small details and intricacies of film production, and he saw no reason to stop now. Besides, perhaps his words would still reach you, even in your dreams.

His hand comes up to stroke your hair before trailing down to your face, fingertips brushing lazily up and down the plane of your cheek. He'd always preferred to be the one admired rather than the one doing the admiring, but when it came to you he just couldn't help himself.

On the off chance that he doesn't leap up the minute you touch him, Idia is going to become even more embarrassed than Riddle or Azul. His hair explodes into a curtain of hot pink, and his controller slips from his grasp and clatters to the floor. He can't even lean over to pick it up, because that would risk you leaning even further into him. He's trapped.

Surely you weren't actually sleep right now? Not on him of all people? Certainly the minute he turned to look you'd pop up and tease him for being so gullible, for thinking you'd actually want to rest your head on his shoulder. He does it quickly, just rip the band-aid off and get it over with, only to find that yes, you are actually asleep and nuzzling into his hoodie. It takes every ounce of willpower he has not to scream.

He'll sit there, still as stone, for as long as it takes for you to wake up again. He enjoys it, he definitely enjoys it, but there's just no way he can bring himself to doze off as well. His heart is just hammering away like a rabbit's, way too fast to get any real sleep. He's gonna be here a while.

He'd been reading softly out loud to you with your head leaned against his shoulder when he finally noticed you'd stopped chiming in with comments and quips about the story's content. When he turns to look he finds you've fallen asleep listening to his voice, and he smiles as he gently closes the large tome in his lap. Guess the rest of the story will wait for another time.

He reaches over and interlaces one of his hands with yours, comparing the sizes of your fingers against his. He can't help but think of how small humans are compared to him, how fragile. How something so small and fragile had effortlessly wormed its way into his life and his heart without an ounce of resistance from himself, and how he wouldn't change that for the world or anything in it. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, quietly breathing in your scent.

Lilia finds the two of you dozing off, ironically, while he was looking for a sleeping Silver. He coos to himself at the sight of his silly little charge before shutting the door again, making it his mission for the day to keep Sebek thoroughly distracted and allow the two of you some rightfully earned alone time.

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[goatchulu]

jealous! lucifer x gender neutral! reader

Genre: fluff, ig? slight smut in the end.

Fandom: obey me!

Prompt: you find yourself in a fake relationship, and now you're introducing your "boyfriend" to the demom brothers. they don't take it so well, especially lucifer.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of harassment and stalking, they make out in the end, reader's gender is unmentioned for your imagination (and inclusion).

lucifer takes another swig of his whisky, a slight burning sensation lingering on his throat. no matter the amount of alcohol he consumed that night, he couldn't escape the bitter feeling that was left inside his chest.

the two of you have been hitting it off pretty well for the past few weeks, if he could say so himself. the harmless complimenting and the subtle glancing had turned into ardent flirting and shows of affection overtime. you two were finally going somewhere with your mutual pinning, or so he thought.

lucifer didn't think his small (not so small) crush on you would lead anywhere, really. nor did he think you would reciprocate his infatuation. but with all the friendly interactions you had of late, anyone would assume you two were together in a romantic light.

now look, lucifer prides himself as a person. he was assertive, efficient, productive, level-headed and the voice of reason when stress is most prominent. but as a lover? lucifer wasn't so sure. he assumed you'd like someone more jolly and eccentric like mammon or someone more confident and charismatic like asmodeus. he didn't expect for you to even spare him a second glance when it came to the dating game. lucifer was a busy man after all, and he wasn't the most expressive when it came to emotions; not very ideal for a lover.

but what lucifer also did not expect was for you to bring home a common demon boy and introduce him as your significant other.

let's just say that all the built up tension and courting were all ruined by a single dinner party.

you had gathered all the demon brothers earlier that morning, claiming you had an important announcement to make. you went as far as inviting diavolo and his loyal butler, barbatos, to spend the evening over for dinner. they thanked you for the invitation, but they unfortunately, could not attend because of their hectic schedules.

lucifer, on the other hand, was more than happy to accept your invitation (though he was quick to cover up the smile he held when you came up to him). seeing as he already lives under the same roof as you, anways. his happiness would soon be diminished and grinded into dirty, pathetic, dust, though.

lucifer's eyes narrow as mammon's loud laughter bounces off the walls of the dining room. lucienne, your "boyfriend", had managed to crack the demon up with one of his silly stories about a strange elderly wizard that sold expensive medication made out of fairy wings that turned out to just be bedazzled dragon fly wings. he worked wonders with the avatar of greed, considering the fact that just a moment ago, mammon was cursing in jealousy and resentment as you sat with your newly introduced boyfriend.

luficer would've told mammon to shut up, but he feared saying something far more vulgar out of anger. the previous tension was already eased into a more domesticated athmosphere (credits to lucienne's charm and humor), lucifer didn't want to ruin dinner for his brothers, and especially not for you.

i mean, lucifer felt betrayed, he felt used and-- and played. how could you lead him on like this? but deep inside, he knew there was something else. he felt disappointed, he felt defeated, he felt crushed, he wished he'd done something sooner before this lucienne stole you away from him.

but anyways, back to the dinner party.

"you seem unusually quiet, lucy." asmo teases from across lucifer's seat. the phrase seems to capture everyone's attention, all eyes now on the grimacing and glaring lucifer.

"asmo's right, you haven't uttered a word since lucienne arrived, lucifer. is something wrong?" you chime in, causing lucifer to perk up. the thought of you worrying about his state sent sparks into his heart, but they were quick to disappear when lucienne asks him the same question.

"i'm fine." he replies to your concern, unable to hide the venom that strung on to his words. this only causes asmodeus to snicker, and leviathan to sink deeper into his seat. everyone else watches in concern as lucifer downs another glass of demom whiskey. you're about to ask him again, unsure about his reply, but he stops you before you could even form a word.

"i said i'm fine."

the air is tense, until eventually, mammon gasps out of nowhere. "don't tell me! lucifer is jealous!!~" he repeats in a sing song manner, only irking lucifer even further. no one else speaks up, the whole situation akward enough.

after a while, though, lucienne speaks up. he gestures at mammon, especially. hoping to stop the demon from escalating the situation. "hey mammon, wanna hear about that one time i accidentally professed my love for my eight grade math teacher?" mammon only settles back into his seat, ready for another laughing fit. the avatar of pride snaps at this, slamming his fists down the table before abruptly excusing himself with a "i have something to do."

he spares you one last glance. his heart aching with guilt from the way you had lowered your head in shame. lucifer didn't want to make you feel like he owned you, or that you weren't allowed to be with someone else... he just, he has enough reason to justify his anger right now and he really wants to dwell in it. he turns his head away from you, biting his lip to contain the guilt and pain that was threatening to seep out. he doesn't turn to look back as he walks away from the dining room in long and rushed strides.

lucifer walks down the dark hallways of lamentation, familiar with every nook and cranny the mansion had. he sighs in relief as his palm reaches out for a familiar door. it creaks as lucifer walks into his room, sounding just as glum as lucifer is.

he heads straight to his paperwork, silently hoping that they would provide him some sort of comfort. he tries to focus on anything but the thought of you or your unavailability, his mind barely processing any of the words that were printed out in front of him. he groans, his hands pulling on his jet black hair in frustration.

i mean, he should've expected this. lucienne was everything lucifer thought you would love. funny outgoing, caring, expressive, charismatic, a smooth talker and he looked at you with utmost respect and admiration. i mean, who in their right mind would choose old-schooled lucifer over the flawless lucienne?

you deserve lucienne and although lucifer thinks that no one in the three realms could ever deserve to call you theirs, he still thinks that lucienne is more deserving of you than lucifer could ever be. what were you doing to the poor demon? he was never one to admit defeat like this, and he especially wasn't the type of person that'd lower themself like this.

his rollercoaster of thoughts are interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. his ears already familiar with this particular knocking pattern. he can't help but straighten himself up, suddenly aware of the way his hair is all sprawled out. he slicks it down with saliva, muttering a small "enter" soon after he finshes checking on his appearance.

his mood lightens just a little bit at the sight of your face. as much as lucifer wants to hate you right now, he couldn't possibly feel that way towards you. never, not in a quadrillion light years.

you sit down in front of him, a genuine look of concern on your face. this makes lucifer visibly frown, catching you a bit off guard. "i wanted to talk to you about something, lucifer." his eyes grow curious and a bit hopeful, wishing it were about something that would distract him from the current situation or give him even the tiniest bit of closure.

"it's about lucienne." and once again, you manage to crush all his hope with only a few words. lucifer swears that if he hears that name one more time, he would personally shove your lovely boyfriend down the deepest depths of the underworld.

you watch his brows furrow and his fist tighten on his quill. lucifer looks far from happy to hear you talk about your significant other right now. "look, i know you'd rather not hear about lucienne again, but it's really really important and i want you to just hear me out. just this once, please?"

lucifer couldn't stand the pleading look you were giving him. your puppy eyes were a weapon that you used on him often, and they always managed to work. a tired sigh leaves his lips, if it meant getting it over with then he'd listen. "fine," he snaps, not before rubbing at his temple in obvious distress. he's said fine, but his body language told you otherwise.

"someone's kind of harassing lucienne at the moment. stalking him, giving him unwanted gifts and constantly professing their love for him when he's told them multiple times that it made him uncomfortable. they're an admirer of some sorts. i'm posing as lucienne's lover in hopes that they'd back off for a while, but i wanted to see if you and diavolo could do some actual help. it's worrisome, really. and it's been stressing lucienne out for the past couple of weeks. pretending to be his significant other is the most i can do for him, i hope you understand."

lucifer only freezes in shock, guilt washing over him all so suddenly. you call out for him, effectively snapping him out of his short daze. of course you'd offer to help lucienne out, you've always been a kind person. in lucifer's eyes, atleast. he coughs into his hand, avoiding eye contact with you as he degrades himself for his previous selfishness.

"of course, i'll do my best to make sure this harasser is punished. the school and i will ensure that lucienne won't be seeing this stalker anytime soon. just keep supporting him like this, i suppose. tell him he can sleep here for the night. thank you for informing me about this." you smile at lucifer's response, relief overwhelming your senses. if this meant that lucienne was finally going to be safe and unbothered, you were overjoyed.

you jump at lucifer, thanking him, all the while, squeezing the life out of him. his heart races impossibly fast at the gesture, and you can't help but smirk at the red that tainted his cheeks. "just so you know, i still like you. and only you, lucy."

his breath comes to a halt. he was no longer able to contain the butterflies that crowded his stomach; shock and well, pure bliss apparent on his face. "does this mean i can kiss you?"

"do anything as you please."

lucifer lunges at you. capturing your lips into a hungry and impatient kiss. his hands roam all over your torso, looking for anything he could hold onto. he settles for your waist and you drape your hands over his shoulders. heaven knows how long he's been waiting for this moment.

he manages to stumble through his room, leading you two to his bed. you part as he pushes you down to sit at the end of his king sized bed. he grins at the sight of you, disheveled and thirsty for more. the avatar of pride couldn't help but be excited for the faces you'll make in the unholy endeavors he's planning for you. he'll devour you, tear apart every innocent limb you have in your body. his imagination runs wild as he thinks of the many ways he'd mark you as his, exhibit you to the world and spread you wide open for his contenders to see. for them to know just how pathetic and needy lucifer could make you in an instant.

he bends down to kiss you again, pushing against your tounge with his own. he squeezes your thighs, digging his nails deep into the skin under the cloth still covering you. groans and grunts leave your lips as he countinues to caress your plush thighs.

as you two part, panting, a newfound possessiveness overtakes lucifer's eyes.

"you're mine."

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[littlesniggy]

Hiii!!!! i can't understand it but i like ichiji so much kwfjwjfjd help. There's just something so attractive about him🥺....... anyway, i'm happy whenever i find something about him that you wrote, you write so gooooooood, i really love it!!

so i want to ask a scenario where he is "jealous" (i don't really think i can feel jealous, but maybe he likes marking territory? something like "yeah my s/o is perfect look at her but don't touch what's mine"), so... a nsfw scenario where he is "jealous" about something his brothers did with his fem s/o, maybe they were trying to flirt with her in front of him, and then ichiji wanted to make it clear to her and everyone who she belongs to

whatever you think fits best i'm sure i'll love it💕

thank you and have a amazing week💕

Hey Anon! Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry it took me so long to write this but I was quite busy with work. As you said yourself, Ichiji probably doesn't get jealous but he can be quite possessive. So, here it is! I hope you enjoy it!!

Warning: 18+, nsfw, dirty talk, slight degradation, overstimulation

Pairing: Ichiji x female reader

Word count: 2.5k

“And he really thought he could beg his way out of this!” Niji laughed, his deep voice echoing from the cold walls. His two brothers joined in, mocking laughter that showed no sympathy for their victims. “And did you see this woman? Trying to negotiate her way into becoming one of our servants. Who did she think we were? Some kind of charity?” Yonji mocked, wallowing in the thought that he was the one ending her miserable life.

Ichiji was simply sitting there, a cocky smirk on his lips, arms crossed in front of his muscular chest. He enjoyed this mission no less than his siblings but he was a little disappointed that you haven’t been here to greet him. Where were you anyway? He didn’t want to show it but he was annoyed that you weren’t by his side.

“By the way, Ichiji, where is Y/n? Thought she would already be waiting here for us to come back.” Yonji chuckled, his eyes looking around in hopes of finding her.

“For me.” Ichiji corrected him.

“Huh?” Yonji raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding what he was getting at.

“She should’ve been waiting for me. Why would she be waiting for the likes of you?” his overly confident voice made it clear he thought he was better than his brothers, not even imagining that you could possibly find either one of them attractive.

“So we can have a look at her, too? Stop hogging her like you own her.” Niji agreed with his younger brother. Ichiji huffed, finding it amusing how Niji really thought he needed to hog

you. He didn’t even bother considering to answer and he didn’t even need to; he felt your presence way before you even turned the corner, his grin widening even more.

“Y/n!” Yonji greeted you. Ichiji could practically see his eyes popping out at the sight of you. You smiled at him politely but didn’t pay much attention to him. Ichiji’s ego grew with every step you took and with every look you didn’t give them. They were nothing more than thin air to you.

“Finally. Where have you been? You know I don’t like to be kept waiting” The oldest Vinsmoke brother scolded you and pulled you onto his lap the second you stood in front of him. Surprised, you let out a yelp but didn’t complain, giving him a long and deep kiss, hearing the whistling from his two brothers.

“Where is my kiss?” Yonji joked yet his eyes told Ichiji that his brother wouldn’t mind it if you actually sat down on his lap and did so. His arm around your waist pulled you even closer to him, a challenging grin on his lips. “Don’t get too cocky, Yonji. She would never stoop so low to even touch either of you, let alone kiss.” The green-haired male scowled at his older brother, not too pleased with his answer.

Niji chuckled next to him, shaking his head. “I think that’s for Y/n to decide, isn’t it?” he opposed, his eyes wandering over your sitting form. Ichiji didn’t like the way Niji talked to you. Who did he think he was? Who did both of them think they are? The oldest brother looked at you, the cocky grin slightly warning when he started talking to you. “Do you want to let yourself get fucked by them, Y/n?” he asked straight forward. You felt a little overwhelmed by this sudden change in atmosphere around you and Ichiji’s grin didn’t make it any better.

“O-of course not.” You stated, feeling slightly uncomfortable now being the center of attention. “Bet she would answer differently if you weren’t here….” Yonji’s voice had dropped an octave, making you shiver. What was going on here? You felt Ichiji’s body tense up a little, knowing full well he wasn’t pleased by his brother’s comment. “S-should I leave?” you asked uncertain, trying to search some other emotion in Ichiji’s face other than disgust towards his two younger brothers.

“No. On the contrary. I think they were actually just about to leave…” his voice didn’t leave any room to argue, even Niji and Yonji realized that their brother wasn’t joking. Niji, the slightly more reasonable one, stood up first, shaking his head in slight disbelief. “Calm your panties, Ichiji. One could think you’re actually jealous.” Niji grinned at his brother. Ichiji didn’t respond, he simply watched how Niji stuffed his hands in his pockets before stalking away, calling for Yonji to follow him. “If you want to spice things up for a change, you know where to find me, Y/n.” you heard Yonji call out before both of them left the room, leaving only the two of you.

There was silence for a while, making you feel more and more anxious. His grip around your waist never wavered, his nails digging into your sides almost painfully.

“Ichiji, I-“ you started but he wouldn’t let you finish your sentence. You weren’t even sure to begin with what you wanted to say. You just wanted to say something.

“Take your clothes off.” Ichiji’s cold voice cut through the air like knife, a fearful yet pleasant shiver running down your spine. His arm left your waist, leaving you room to get off his lap. Slightly awkward, you got off and stood in front of him, feeling his eyes from behind his glasses on you.

Your hands went up, brushing against your chest when you started unbuttoning your blouse, trying to be sexy and seductive. With each button your opened you revealed more and more of your delicate skin, your fingers caressing your cleavage when the blouse was half open.

“I said to take your damn clothes off, Y/n. Don’t make me repeat myself again.” His reaction confused you. Normally, he enjoyed it when you played around a little, seducing him with the skin you revealed but today seemed to be different. His brothers must’ve somehow gotten to him. Maybe he was simply horny? You didn’t know but you didn’t want to stress his patience not more than necessary.

Pleased, he watched you get rid of your clothes, leaving you in nothing more than the suit you were born with. Then, there was silence once again. The room was cold, getting cooler by the second, the more he didn’t move or give you any more orders. You pulled your arms around your body, small goosebumps being visible on your skin.

“Who told you to cover yourself? Are you ashamed to stand in front of me all naked like this? Would you rather Niji or Yonji or maybe both be here and see you like this?” he got up from his seat, stepping forward to stand in front of you, his body heat radiating from him, drawing your own body towards his. You wanted to press your body against his, to feel his muscles against your skin but you restrained yourself.

“No.” you answered, looking up at him from under your eyelashes. The grin was still on his face but it was cold and calculating. “No….that’s what I thought. Bet you fantasize about them fucking every hole you’ve got until you’re nothing more than a moaning, sweating mess, begging to be the cum dumpster for them. Isn’t that right, Y/n?” his words made your heart ponder in your chest and your sex become wet. You rubbed your thighs against each other unconsciously, licking your lips at the thought.

You weren’t actually interested in either of them but the way he said it, with the way he was observing you – you couldn’t help but feel aroused.

“Liar.” He purred. Ichiji lifted his hand underneath your chin, making you look directly at him. “Do you think they can satisfy you the way I can?” he purred, his thump brushing against your bottom lip.

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, licking over his thumb in the process. “No.” you voice sounded raspy, your chest moving faster the more he stared at you, making you feel oh so vulnerable. “Of course not.” He said, shoving his digit past your lips before moving it in and out of your mouth.

“Who is the only one that can turn you into your true self, the needy whore you know deep down you really are?” He withdrew his thumb, giving you the room to answer his question. A quiet moan left your lips, your thighs pressing together. You felt how your juice slowly started running down your legs, being smeared all over your skin by rubbing your thighs together. “You are…” you whispered.

“That’s right…” he growled before pushing you back, you stumbled against the table but couldn’t react fast enough; he was already pushing your upper body down onto the surface, the cool wood scratching against your back. Ichiji spread your legs to reveal your dripping core to him. A pleased grin spread across his lips when he took off his gloves and brush his digits against your sex.

Another moan, this time louder, erupted from your body at the touch and your arched your back, lifting your legs up to place your feet onto the surface. “Whore…” he commented and pushed two digits past your folds; wet sounds could be heard when he started moving them in and out of your body, his second hand resting on your knee, pushing your legs further apart.

You felt heat rise up in your body, being so exposed, so spread open to his eyes and touch. Even if you wanted to deny how needy you were you simply couldn’t; the wet sounds your cunt was making was betrayal enough.

Ichiji added a third finger, curling them upwards, changing the angle this way and making you arch your back once more, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“Whose whore are you?” you heard his raspy voice but couldn’t quite comprehend his words. He pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty and wanton, with no friction to satisfy your needs. “Whose whore are you?” he insisted, his hand that was buried inside your cunt just moments ago came up to your other knee, spreading them even further apart; your whole body on full display for him to see.

“Yours…” you panted, moving your hips up and down, shamelessly begging for his touch. Ichiji’s grin grew even wider at your response, cockiness and confidence dripping down from his lips. “That’s right….and whose cock do you want?” he leaned forward, pressing his clothed bulge against your arching core, moving against your wet entrance.

“Ichiji….please!” you panted at the friction, moving against him in a desperate attempt to get what you want.

“Whose. Cock. Do. You. Want?” he emphasized each word with a thrust, his whole body seeming like a blanket that was covering you.

“Fuck! Yours, Ichiji! Yours! Now please….! Please fuck me already!” you pleaded, voice almost a whine.

“Just because you begged so nicely.” He growled. You felt his hands leave your knees, taking off some of the strain that had been building up in your groin area. You panted when you felt his hands between your bodies, his knuckles brushing against your sex again while he opened his pants, taking out his hard dick, a silent sigh escaping his lips at the gained freedom.

Instinctively, you inched closer to the desired body part, feeling how the tip of his dick already pressed against your entrance. “I’ll make sure you never even think about another man’s dick.” He growled before his hips snapped forward, burying himself deep inside of you in one smooth go, your natural juice being the perfect lubrication.

You moaned out loud, wanting to wrap your legs around his waist but his hands were faster, pushing your legs apart once again, his warm palms pressing against your knees. “Leave them open.” He demanded but not leaving room to argue anyway. He was in his element when he started fucking you with a rough and fast pace, the loud sound of skin on skin echoing through the otherwise empty room.

“Goooood-!” you moaned, eyes shut tightly, concentrating on the intense feeling he was giving you. “I love your dick!” you panted, moving against his hard thrusts ever so slightly, wanting to feel him even deeper. Ichiji watched your messy form underneath him, satisfied with you becoming undone like this. But he never doubted himself in the first place.

“Of course, you do.” He panted, the cockiness never leaving his voice though as he picked up the pace, ramming his dick into you like a madman – and you loved all of it!

“Ichiji!” you moaned, voice becoming louder, no shame about who might hear you outside this room. Ichiji himself was quiet but he felt pride at your moans, being completely aware of his two younger brothers standing not to far away from the closed door, listening to your lustful moans and probably jerking off to it – and they couldn’t have you which was the best part, really.

The more he hammered into you, the more you felt your climax build up inside your lower stomach, your insides feeling as if they were on fire, intensifying the feeling of his dick rubbing against your inner walls with each thrust. “Gonna….gonna…..gonna cum….!” You panted, not being able to form coherent sentences anymore. “Already?” he chuckled, halting suddenly in his movement.

Confused, sweaty, and desperately you looked at him, heaving from the fast pace he was fucking you with. “Don’t stop….I’m so….I’m so close!” you pleaded, shuffling underneath him. But Ichiji didn’t move. Instead, he just looked at you, standing completely still, his dick still buried deep inside of you. Restlessly, you tried to move against his dick but he wouldn’t let you, holding you in placed.

Your walls clenched around him, trying to suck him in but failing miserably. “Ichiji….” You whined, your form a panting mess. You tried to concentrate on his dick that was filling you out in just the right way; just one inch deeper and he would press against your g-spot! Why was he doing this to you?

The more you thought about how good his dick felt inside of you, the more you felt your climax build up inside your lower belly again, moaning in desperation and pleasure alike. Ichiji watched with fascination how you seemingly still got closer and closer to your orgasm, just with him being inside of you!

“You love my dick so much that you cum just by it being inside of you?” he teased, his words finally pushing you over the edge. “Ichiji!” you almost screamed when your walls tightened around him. This was his cue; he started thrusting into you again, fucking you through your orgasm like there was no tomorrow.

“Ichiji…!” you panted, feeling how his ministration turned your whole body into one sensitive nerve that was about to rip apart. “I’m not gonna stop!” he chuckled, pressing himself deep inside your dripping cunt. “I’ve told you before that I will make sure that you’ll never think about another man’s dick ever again…”

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[skania]

can i ask why you ship shirley and lelouch? im a fan of the show and dont have any ships (though i do like him with cc but im not invested in that) but i never see lelouch and shirley shippers, it seems like the fanbase prefers him with cc or kallen. i think if lelouch just stayed as a regular person him and shirley could've gotten together

Hi there, anon! You can absolutely ask but I must warn you, this is going to be long 😂

I ship Lelouch & Shirley mainly for three reasons: the first being their development together (and the sides of Lelouch that Shirley is able to bring out); the second being the meta (and all the ways it implies and foreshadows LuluShir); and the third, their sheer potential and what I felt it could've brought to the story.

First, what I loved most about their development is that Shirley fell for Lelouch because she was intrigued by his thought-process, which lead her to become his friend and fall for him in the process. She fell for him after seeing all of his painfully un-cool sides, and loved him despite finding out he was behind the Zero mask. Her love is as genuine as it can get; and the way she falls for him is ridiculously realistic.

Meanwhile, Lelouch loved Shirley dearly (she's the only one from the StuCo that he brings up in Episode 2, aside from Rivalz, who at that point was set-up as his closest buddy), but he took her for granted and didn't realize that literally everyone around them thought it was only a matter of time before they got together - this, too, is ridiculously realistic in a school setting.

It's only when Shirley makes her feelings clear and that he loses her at the hands of Mao, that Lelouch's own feelings for Shirley come to the forefront. And they bring out what I love best about Lelouch; that deep down, he's just a desperate kid that bit more than he could chew, one that sadly doesn't know how to keep what matters to him safe.

And Shirley is one of the things that matters most to him. We may not see this in the day-to-day scenes where Lelouch is distracted by his big Zero Plans™, but the series never shies away from it when push comes to shove. Shirley is the very first person CC tells Lelouch to keep at arms-lenght so he won't lose her; and Shirley is also the one person Lelouch constantly tries (and fails) to be selfless about. Like erasing her memories just so she will stay away from him and be safe & happy.

And the thing is that, Shirley's dynamic with Lelouch is the only one explicitly romantic from both ends throughout the whole show. You can't watch Lelouch & Shirley's biggest moments and read them platonically because the series didn't write them that way. When Lelouch erases her memories, he hugs her close to him and tells her that if he could do it all over again/if they could be reborn, they should be lovers. Then he waxes lyrical about how her smile saved him and how precious she is to him, all while a love song about Shirley from Lelouch's POV plays in the background. She's also the only one he kisses back. Then in S2, he blurts out that he likes Shirley and when Shirley suggests that he's lying, he denies it in such an emotional way that he takes himself aback. Then he literally sits there, expecting Shirley to kiss him, and looks so nervous that his closed eyelids are shaking. And then blushes up a storm simply because Shirley calls him out on expecting a kiss from her.

This is the same boy that had a semi-naked Kallen fall on-top of him and didn't bat an eyelid. The same guy that sees CC's naked legs every other day and just picks up her discarded boots to tidy up the room. Yet the simple thought of Shirley kissing him makes him turn into a lost, nervous school-boy; and that's what I love most about them and their development. The effect Shirley has on Lelouch and the sides of him she is able to bring out; because I love Lelouch most when he's at his most honest and vulnerable, and I feel like only Shirley, Nunnally and Suzaku are able to get him there.

Secondly, the meta. Look at the scene above, for example; Shirley's dad is explaining to Shirley that one day she'll fall for someone, and as long as that person sincerely loves her, he'll support them with their whole heart. The series literally had Lelouch's own victim step up and clear up that they would support LuluShir, as long as Lelouch sincerely loves Shirley back; and the way the scene was set-up, with precisely that line being heard as we pan to Lelouch, really stood out to me. Because it was clear foreshadowing of the fact that either Lelouch already did or would come to do just that. Otherwise, Shirley's dad's monologue could have simply been about how he would support Shirley's love regardless of who it is, instead of focusing on how he would support it if the love is mutual.

All this to say that, like I mentioned before, Shirley's and Lelouch's dynamic is written in such a way that you can't take the romance out of it. Kallen's with Lelouch remains one-sided throughout the entire show, CC's with Lelouch is fantastic but it reads the same way whether you see them romantically or not. Romance is not an integral part of it; depending on how you look at it, it isn't even a factor. With Shirley, however, it is integral from the beginning up to the very end.

But that's not all, Shirley's dynamic with Lelouch is also a lot about hope and kindness; all of the values Lelouch seeks in the ideal world he wants to build for Nunnally. This is best represented in the episode where Lelouch finally realizes that his happiness has been in Ashford all along, and takes Shirley's wish - of wanting to light fireworks together with everyone - as his own.

The fact that when Shirley dies, Lelouch stops hoping for a happy ending says it all. Just like Euphie represented the hope of a bright, kind, happy future for Suzaku; so did Shirley to Lelouch. And just like Euphie being tragically ripped from Suzaku sealed Suzaku's ending, so did Shirley being ripped away from Lelouch; because it was at this point that Lelouch truly cuts-off Ashford, the happy place he longed to return to.

Similarly, both Euphie and Shirley are at the core of what makes Zero Requiem possible. Euphie, because she didn't tell Suzaku who Zero was (thus showing that she believed in Lelouch despite everything) and Shirley, because she's the one that plants the seed of forgiveness into Suzaku's mind. Euphie and Shirley, with their endless kindness, inspire Suzaku and Lelouch both to make the choices that lead to Zero Requiem.

So essentially, from a meta perspective, I believe Shirley is meant to be to Lelouch what Euphie was to Suzaku. And Euphie was Suzaku's one true love and his hope for a happy ending. She was his biggest tragedy.

The difference is that Suzaku had no other potential ships more popular than himself with Euphie, so Sunrise didn't have any reasons to play it safe. Which sadly wasn't the case with Lelouch and Shirley, and their narrative does suffer greatly from it.

Despite this, Lelouch and Shirley are the only ones to have their own love song (which is, ironically, given to Lelouch & CC in the fanfic movies once Sunrise decided to make them the main romantic ship in that continuity- which once again, says it all) and they're also the ones that get their happy ending in the side-story featuring Lelouch's ideal world, which shows him asking out Shirley to a concert rather than the other way around.

So I feel that the intentions were there, but Sunrise didn't commit to LuluShir the way they committed to SuzaEuphie; which brings me to the third reason I ship Lelouch and Shirley.

I believe that Lelouch and Shirley, their hopes and their tragedy, had the most potential out of any of Lelouch's ships to elevate the show even higher. I do believe that just like Euphie, Shirley was always meant to die because of the effect her death would have on Lelouch; and so he could fully parallel Suzaku. However, I think that if only they had committed to LuluShir the way they did to SuzaEuphie, the tragedy of Shirley's death would have even more impactful.

If Lelouch had been allowed to savor his happy ending after he starts dating Shirley; if he had been genuinely allowed to touch it, however briefly, only to have it ripped away from him - I believe that would've hit the general viewer even harder. If asking ourselves Did Lelouch love Shirley back? weren't necessary at all, Lelouch's loss would've been much more widely felt and that last scene where Lelouch lies dying and Shirley is the first thing to go through his mind would've been much more touching (the montage Lelouch sees as he dies opens with Shirley's smile and closes with his own - the kind of subtle yet extremely telling thing Sunrise pulls with LuluShir throughout R2).

Code Geass could've literally ripped my heart out and stepped on it, but instead they decided to play it safe and just imply LuluShir throughout meta stuff and Lelouch's reactions and commentary here and there; and that sadly didn't do justice to all the potential they had.

The main reason for this, I feel, is that you're absolutely right; the fanbase does indeed prefer him with CC and Kallen, and this has been the case since the beginning. Leaving aside those that genuinely enjoy their dynamics with Lelouch more than Shirley's (which is completely fair), a good part of the fanbase associates Shirley with 'uncool Ashford stuff' while they would rather Lelouch be Zero 100% of the time, so CC and Kallen fit the quota better. The fact that one of them is Lelouch's second-in-command and the other the token fanservice-action-girl of the show also nets them more points than Shirley with the general viewer, who watches Code Geass for the political chess moves and the flashy mecha fights.

Sunrise could've found a way to make the general viewer care more about Shirley, so that her storyline with Lelouch and the role she was meant to play on it could've lived up to their full potential; instead, they chose to leave her on the side-lines until it was time to set Lelouch on his no-happy-ending-in-sight path. Which was, to me, a huge loss of potential.

So when it comes down to it, the last reason I love LuluShir as much as I do is that I see and treasure what it could have been.

I hope this answers your question, anon! Thank you very much for wanting to know my thoughts about this!

#lulushir #lelouch x shirley #shirley x lelouch #fandom: code geass #otp: masquerade #this got longer than I thought it would be #but thankfully it's not as long as I FEARED it would be lmao #there's a lot of things to say when it comes to lulushir #I'll be forever sad that the series didn't live up to lulushir's full potential #they could've been star crossed lovers at the top of anyone's tragic romance lists #instead they're left in this weird limbo where a huge chunk of people completely missed the role shirley was meant to play #in lelouch's narrative #and I'm willing to bet it was because sunrise wanted to play it safe because of how popular chad masterlord zero was lmao

[cheekygreenty]

Little Witch - Part 25

The Darkling x Reader

The black kefta hung from the tent hook elegantly, its blue thread glistening in the rays of the morning sun. The night had been swept away from you in the blink of an eye with the bright light peeking into the tent like an unwelcome guest. The big bed was also empty, Aleksander's side cold and vacant with no trace of his signature warmth. His scent still lingered though, the thick sheet soaking in his presence as much as you.

The kefta felt particularly heavy as you lifted it around your shoulders and clasped its belt around your waist. You would be boarding the skiff any minute now ready to play along with whatever plan Aleksander had. Truth be told, you would follow him to the ends of the earth and back. He was your silent stone to lean on, the shoulder you wanted to cry on. His company brought comfort and security to you that nobody else had ever given you, not your parents or siblings, nobody. Whether that be plainly down to Merzost or your love for him, you didn't know and didn't care.

'promise me you'll run and hide'

Aleksander wasn't selfless or humanitarian, he always put his life goal ahead of everyone, ahead of you. But this time he was begging you to run, to save yourself if something happened. But what could possibly happen on the skiff of all places? The words were meant to be reassuring no doubt, but they felt like a goodbye and that hurt. It's just a normal skiff journey to Novokribirsk you kept telling yourself despite that daunting dread pooling in your stomach.

Alina had arrived not long ago, his signature black carriage carrying the cuffed Sun-Summoner and bringing her to her tent. You hadn't yet had time to see her, so now you walked with determined haste, ready to give her a piece of your mind as you whipped the tent flap opened.

She stood dressed in a black gown still void of a black kefta no doubt, her hair neatly styled in a regal updo with glittering jewels hanging from a golden chain. But that wasn't what caught your eye, it was the Stag antler sticking out from her collarbone, the skin red and irritated. Her usually expressive face was blank, no emotion visible on her pale skin. Despite her state, you could basically feel the buzz of her power from where you stood. The amplifier was doing its job.

Her eyes found yours with a sharp glare and anger flooded her whole being. With her quick demeanor change came the clenching of her fists and a slight spark of light, small and pathetic you thought, does she not have an amplifier?

'You betrayed me' She stood up and took a couple steps towards you so you did the same, coming face to face with the living saint.

'I did no such thing. Now sit down before you hurt yourself' You seethed and she faltered, sitting down with a defeated sigh.

'Are you here to take my light too like he did? I'm sure there's enough to go around.... you know if you'd have asked me and told me everything then this never would have happened.'

'What are you talking about Alina?' Your angry expression shifted into one of slight confusion at her words.

'Don't act like you didn't know. I know you're not innocent, Baghra told me as much.'

'Don't listen to a word that wrench says.'

'Then who can I trust? Huh? You? Aleksander?' She threw her hands up in desperation and leaned her head back against the wall. ''I can't trust anyone, only Mal....but his life is being held over my head like a bargaining chip.' Her voice broke toward the end of the sentence but she recovered, squaring her shoulders and looking ahead at the tent wall again. 'Even though I can't physically to anything, you two still have your insurance don't you?'

'You need to stop speaking in riddles Alina, the Apparat has rubbed off on you too much.' At his mention, her eyes squinted at you in anger, seemingly aware of his situation back in Os Alta.

'Riddles? Do you prefer lies?'

'No. I choose to omit the truth and say what one wants to hear.'

'I would know'

'Why do you keep saying we took your light? We gave you the Stag' You circle back to her previous accusation, not caring for her petty allegation.

'No, he took my light with the Stag. I can't do anything, nothing. He took it all and is using it against me. Just like you told him to right?' You pause, what.

'Excuse me?' You stared at the girl incredulously. Aleksander did what? 'Alina if you are lying to me I will burn Malyen to a mere ember.'

'Don't you think I would have done something to you right now?' Her voice sneers at you with a poison you've never heard from her before but then it softens to a pitiful infliction. 'Did you not know?'

'Of course I didn't!' You shoot up out of the chair, knocking it over in the process. She just accused Aleksander of taking her Grisha power, of stripping her from the one thing the Saints gave her, light. What you did was nothing compared to this, you never took it all, that would be immoral, sinful. But he did.

'I was wondering why you didn't just take it yourself, I mean you wouldn't need the Stag in the first place.' Because he didn't trust me enough that's why I didn't do it.

'How did he do it?' You stared impatiently at her, your feet feeling restless and your whole body on edge. The anger started to bubble in your gut, slowly raging fire throughout your body.

'He had David use Merzost to join us together using the Stag antlers. He took everything from me. I swear.' She looked petrified, broken. It made sense now why you could feel the power and she couldn't use it, why the antlers didn't quite fit around her collarbone, they didn't belong there. 'How do I fix this?'

Her pleading eyes stared into yours, begging for a solution you didn't have. You turned your head away, deep in rageful thoughts when a loud voice echoed over the rest, she could be lying. This was Alina Starkov after all, she could very well be lying about it all. But it would fit with Aleksander's hints here and there, his need for your validity of loyalty. It made sense.

You once again looked to her, eyes glaring into her own, and whispered with honesty 'I don't know.'

Just as you said aloud your sorrowful admission, the tent flap opened with a whoosh and the man himself entered donning his signature poker face. You took your steps backward, silently excusing yourself from the situation. You could feel his inquisitive stare on you but you ignored it, instead opting to quickly look at his hand. Saints. There, embedded into his hand was a bone fragment of the Stag. You bit down the gasp of horror and clenched your fists. How did I not see it yesterday?

You averted your eyes to Alina's once again and gave an almost missable nod and left.

What in Saint's name is he going to do and how can I find out before my conscience gets the better of me?

*****

You stared at the skiff and watched as the foreign diplomats boarded, each with a slight sheen on their brow. The Fold was an exhausting fear, one children and adults alike shared.

You looked to your left and spotted Aleksander and his troop of Grisha heading your way. While he spoke to Alina, you chose to stand alone and think, think of all the ways right now could go wrong. There were too many possibilities to count.

As the sea of keftas got closer, you walked on board, ignoring once again the look shot your way by Aleksander and Zoya alike.

Your steps were loud in your ears as your feet dragged on the wooden deck. Your head was still swirling with thoughts and scenarios, Aleksander being at the forefront of all of them. Why did he not tell me? Why is he doing this? What is he doing? It was a never ending turmoil.

The whirlwind of your mind was momentarily broken by the movement out of the corner of your eye. Alina was being chained to the deck, all freedom diminished. Aleksander stood behind her, unclasping her cloak to reveal a stunning golden kefta. You could see their lips moving and you could hear their voices, but your brain refused to process anything. You were shell-shocked, your eyes glued to his hand and the antler sticking out of it.

The skiff moved and jostled from side to side on the sands, the Squallers raising the winds to fill the sails. He dropped his hand but your eyes followed its movements. They flicked a sliver of light momentarily and you swore your stomach turned over and inside out. He must have felt your burning gaze on him because he looked up and searched for the target of your stare but it still wasn't enough to break your eyeline.

He appeared at your side suddenly , the same hand reaching for yours but you moved away on instinct. He moved to in front of you, gripping your chin up and forcing you to meet his eyes. They were cold and disconnected, like they usually were when he was deep in his revenge plans. It scared you, it always did.

'Why didn't you tell me?' You said calmy depsite the storm in your mind.

'It's for the best' He whispered, thumb carassing your cheek.

You roughly shoved his hand aside and walked away, choosing instead to stand next to Alina. You could sense her power on him but you could also hear the Merzost aspect calling out to you, begging to be taken into your grasp.

Before Alina had a moment to register your presense, the skiff entered the glorious sands of the Fold. As the shadows wafted in your hair and loomed between your fingers like water, your worries dissapeared and your head cleared. Your lungs breathed the familiar air in and out, spreading the feeling of home throughout your body.

Your eyes shut on their own accord, basking in the Unsea feeling as long as you could manage before all hell broke loose.

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Part 26

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[love-toxin]

a/n: here's a commission piece i did recently for the lads 💕

cw: male! isabelle (ivan), vampire thorn/vampire ivan, kidnapped/captive reader, cheating, noncon, bloodsucking, drunk sex, rough sex.

word count: 1.2k

"They're a little skittish,"

"Are they, now?"

"They're not fond of strangers. It will take a little time for them to warm up."

"Not a problem. I'm a patient man, as you well know."

The two men share a healthy chuckle in the corridor, the chatter both friendly and cordial at the same time. It's almost baffling to think that the man you're peeking around the corner to spy on, as jovial and carefree as he seems, has been keeping you captive for months now inside his sprawling castle. You don't even know where you are, who he really is, or what you could possibly do to escape him….but those worries have passed through your mind so often that they're more like a routine than anything else, they're normal. 

But the man standing beside Thorn is new. You've heard his name but never seen him in person, and you've never listened to the voice that drawls like honey and spills into your ears with a rumble, no matter how far away he is. You can hear it even as you scamper away back towards your bedroom, and by the time you get there the front door to the main hall has closed with that telltale thud, and you know by the silence that falls over the castle that its master has taken his leave. 

You don't know what to think, now. You clamber atop your bed and snuggle yourself under the covers, and drift off hoping you don't wake up to any unwelcome knocking at your door. 

Was it in the house guest rules to pass out drunkenly on the lounging sofa? 

You're not completely certain, but the sight you caught from the corner of your eye on the way to the kitchen was enough to make you stop and investigate. Ivan looks large and intimidating even as he lays out on the furniture, curls of raven hair fanned out over the cushions and bloodred wine splattered on the collar of his white button up, which has also been unbuttoned all the way down to where it's still half-tucked into his tight pants. He seems at peace, and only then do you think to sneak off and hope he stays there the rest of the night--but the moment you turn to tiptoe out the room, something hot closes around your wrist and yanks you so hard you stumble backwards, landing square in the sleeping man's lap. Or at least he was sleeping, right up until you let your guard down and he saw his opportunity through half-lidded eyes. 

"Comfortable?"

Those rumbly tones trickle down your spine like a liquid sun, shivers dancing up and down your back to the point that you can't even try to mask it. But neither can he, when he sits up and you jolt at the stiff thing that tents his pants and prods you right in the small of your back. Ivan's breath hitches as you try to get up and rub against him in the process, unintentionally--but his grip is ironclad and invasive, one hand holding your arm back while the other squeezes your chest through the pesky fabric of your comfortable slip. 

"Th-Thorn's gonna know about this-!" 

Your voice brimming with panic, because you know this is against your master's rules, you squirm even harder and squeak out the pathetic threat--but somehow Ivan has so much confidence in the face of danger, and tweaks your nipple through your gown just to hear your voice break into a whine. 

"Fuck him." 

Your vision spins as you're twisted around and thrown against the cushions, Ivan swapping your places to loom over you with one hand braced against the arm of the sofa, and one already reaching beneath your clothing to smooth his fingertips up your inner thighs. His skin is so cold, and you didn't realize until just now how red his eyes are as they stare so deeply into you…..but not into your own, rather his gaze drops to the two punctures in your neck that are just starting to heal from earlier today. The emotion on his face is indescribable, you can't glean nearly anything from it--up until the moment that he growls and yanks your legs apart, so hard that you feel a painful twinge in your thighs that earns him a yelp for his efforts. 

"He's already had you today, hasn't he….I can smell him on you.."

His mumbling only heightens the adrenaline as he shoves his waistband down, the v of his strong hips making way for pale skin gone flushed, and his cock slips out and bobs to attention like he's been waiting for this since the moment he arrived. There's no need to move any clothing aside, since Thorn never lets you keep your underwear to yourself--and though the thought of him terrifies you, your body freezes and stiffens in place as Ivan pushes the tip against you, trying to gain purchase until the moment comes when he slips in and the world slows around you. 

"I-Ivan-!"

The stretch is too much, it aches at first with the lack of preparation, but he keeps going and slides in deeper with a hand on your belly to keep you still. And though his expression betrays nothing more than a wicked smugness, you can feel the heat rising to his face the more he claims you, your walls pulsing around him like a saccharine rhythm that he's starting to get addicted to. He bucks once he's deep enough and there's no coming back from there--a shriek loses itself in your lungs as your throat tightens, and the lounging room is filled with gasps and the wet shucking sounds of him reaming you, along with a moan here and there when he hits one of those sinful spots inside you. 

"What? You're used to this, no? Or are you saying Thorn isn't quite this much to handle?" 

Ivan dips down close, your lips nearly touching, to murmur that thought out loud. You can smell the alcohol on his breath now, the way he slurs a word every so often….but he doesn't expect an answer, especially not when he lets out an unexpectedly loud groan and collapses on top of you, face buried in your neck and nothing but his hips still rolling to draw those beautiful sounds from your lungs. 

"I knew I liked you." 

The throbbing of his cock inside you feels as if it's curved right up into your belly, his drunken thrusts so powerful you dread to think of what he could do sober. But the soreness you know is coming ebbs away in favour of a new pain that suddenly blossoms in your neck, a sharp pinch followed by an ache you've only just felt a few hours prior--the scream bubbling up in your throat is strangled and snuffed out by his weight on top of you, and instead you lie cramped and bent to the curve of his bare hips as he sucks at your neck, blood flooding into his mouth and melting on his tongue as he laps at the wounded skin. The pain of his fangs sinking into you nearly distracts you from his near-bruising thrusts as he chases his end too, and the burn of having your blood sucked away is almost soothed by the warm bursts of cum splattering inside you. 

Ivan tiredly kisses the spot better, new punctures replacing the ones that Thorn gave you before he left for his trip this morning--and only one thought remains as you feel dizziness take over and your vision fade to black: "God, please don't let Thorn find out."

#yandere ocs #isabelle dmitriev #(ivan) #genderswap ocs #yandere lemon #commissions #love-toxin #1k

[syubub]

What makes BTS most vulnerable

Woo! A reading! I wanted to do this bc its been on my list for a little while now!

I just got off work and wanted to do this asap! Pls forgive mistakes! I'm not gonna proof read bc im lazy.

Cheeky disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes and not to be taken as fact! This is my interpretation of the cards!!

So so so so

First off, I did each member and also one for the group! I didn't have a specific plan in mind when I started, so I just went with the flow!

Let's start with the group first

So. The 5 of pentacles is what makes them most vulnerable. This card talks about isolation, feeling lost, anxiety, not having money or influence. Most of all, a mindset of lack.

All of this to me makes me think that what makes them most vulnerable is the fear of being right back where they started. Feeling exiled from the industry, not having the funds to be sure of a stable future and also not having a strong sense of identity as a group and within the group. It's like their vulnerability comes from something almost like ptsd? Let me try to make that make more sense. I genuinely think that where they started and the uncertainty and constant ridicule really had an impact on them. The vulnerability they have as a group is essentially emotional distress? Like, I wish I had better words to explain. It's the fear that they haven't actually grown or gotten anywhere and that they are insignificant that is their vulnerability. Fear based on where they started?

I really hope that made sense. Moving on though, 7 of swords is how it manifests for them. This card is sneaky. It talks about getting away with something and betrayal but I think this meaning is the most relevant: strategic moves. So how their vulnerability manifests is that the fear that they have causes them (and the company) to make very specific moves to keep their fears from happening. It's like, they take steps to make sure their fears don't get realized. Career wise but also personally. They can sometimes force growth because they fear stagnation. Kinda like rolling something uphill? Once it loses momentum it starts rolling back down.

The other two cards, Wellness and busy times and multitasking, are what they can do to lessen that vulnerability. Keeping healthy in mind body and spirit (also keeping the group bond healthy too) as well as channeling their emotions and fears into productivity. (Think the ly:tear album)

Seokjin

This is really intresting. So, what makes him most vulnerable is repressed emotion that causes inner turmoil. The moon is all about your insides and the vastness it has. In its reverse it talks about the darker parts of your subconscious. So, him bottling shit up and repressing it becomes a monster that affects him without him even necessarily knowing.

As for how that manifest in his life, it literally affects his judgment. Like, literally. It messes with his decision making.

As a fellow human with a similar problem, I can almost bet that any issue he has with another member will be shoved away and it will fester until he's at his breaking point and he'll absolutely weaponize it but disguise it as "just poking fun" or he might also purposefully create low level chaos. It's really intresting because this could manifest in so many ways. It could be his insecurities, issues with other people, fears ect and they fester in his brain space fucking with his judgment.

What he can do to lessen this vulnerability is deep emotional healing. Istg these cards are too perfect to make up. He needs to do THE WORK and heal it. He probably recognizes this and is working on it. Its not fair to himself to put himself aside in order to put other people first. (I think this probably happened a lot in the early bts days bc he had to be an older brother and a responsible figure to 6 other kids so he prioritized group harmony over his own issues and emotions)

Yoongi

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Um, okay. So what makes yoongi most vulnerable is the dark side of wealth. That's the 10 of pentacles rev. But it gets interesting bc the 10 of swords isn't what makes him vulnerable but it also isn't how it manifests?? So here's my theory time. What makes him most vulnerable is the dark side of wealth. I can only assume that it's the isolation and internal conflict of benefiting off of a system that fucked you over in the first half of your life and also feeling bad for having wealth that most people can never imagine? I really don't know? But with the 10 of swords talking about betrayal and deep wounds, it could be that he's extremely afraid of being taken advantage of? Like, that's another downside of wealth. Maybe people have tried to use him for money or influence? Especially in his personal life. Like, he probably finds it extremely hard to get close to people because he's afraid of betrayal over something that is already hard for him to deal with?

Also loss. He wasn't born rich. He worked his ass off to get what he has and he's probably afraid to lose it. He might "stash" money?

Anyway, knight of swords, how it manifests. This card is about a drive to succeed. So essentially this makes him run and push himself hard and harder and harder to out run what he sees as an inevitable end? Sometimes this can blind him.

As for what he can do to lessen this vulnerability, we have, self confidence through God confidence. This card to me talks about having faith in your actions and skills and trusting in yourself even if you doubt your ability. Essentially, yoongi just needs to trust in himself to land on his feet no matter what happens. Life is always uncertain so he needs to trust that he can weather any storm he might face.

Hoseok

This was one gave me some thoughts. So, similar to jin, it's the bottling shit up and having you subconscious mind eventually figure shit out because it's been neglected but with the 2 of swords in reverse, talking about confusion and being indecisive, I think this kinda causes him to shut down? He might get apathetic. It's almost like when you work a computer so hard that it crashes.

And how this manifests for him with the 3 of pentacles in reverse is that he gets thrown out of alignment with the group. Kinda like how you shouldn't drive on a flat tire. He withdraws and becomes hard to reach and puts up a wall that causes a lot of problems for him as well as those he is around. It's a defense mechanism. It can also manifest in him preferring to work alone as well instead of group settings.

This exposes him to depression and doubt.

Also similar to jin, for how to lessen this vulnerability we have Bless your heart with talks about reaching out (breaking down that wall) and healing your heart and healing the root issue.

Namjoon

Okay. This is the one that makes so much sense but also confuses me.

So. What makes him most vulnerable is the magician rev and 10 of cups. Unrealized potential and poor planning as well as love, harmony and alignment.

So.... what? How does love and the happiest happiness make him vulnerable?

Well, I think he's suspicious of it. I think that he can't help but wonder in his big big big brain if THIS is the right happy or if its really happiness at all? Almost like commitment issues but also not? It's like, he's afraid that it won't last? He might have trouble fully allowing himself happiness. Also, what makes him the most vulnerable is love. It opens up every bit of his soul and puts it on a laundry line for everyone to see and I don't think he thinks he's worthy enough to be seen like that?

As for how it manifests in his life, 9 of cups, personal fulfillment and a strive to have everything else in hislife sorted out? Essentially wanting to have a perfect foundation so eventually he can share with all the important people in his life.

As for what he can do. Value your self worth. pretty straight up. He needs to value himself more. He deserve love and he deserves to feel seen even if it's uncomfortable at first.

Jimin

Oki. What makes jimin most vulnerable is choice. The 7 of cups talks about focusing on what's best for you and making choices based not on illusion. I think jimin is plagued by unrealistic expectations and confronting the fact that it's not possible is what makes him most vulnerable. He makes choices that are driven by illusion. Usually about self. I think specifically about how he doesn't always see how good he already is so he pushes himself to chase after something that isn't always right for him or even there in the first place. Acknowledging and facing it brings vulnerability that he doesn't always want to face. I think he might equate vulnerability to powerlessness.

How it manifests. 9 of wands rev. Paranoia and being defensive. It's his own fear and insecurities manifesting outside of himself.

As for what he can do, passion and purpose and multifaceted. Focus on what is close to his heart and don't get side tracked. Theres so much more to this situation and there isn't an easy fix. There's a lot of things that need working on in order for him to feel comfortable.

Taehyung

Oki oki oki. What makes Tae most vulnerable is strength rev. Raw emotion. He doesn't always express his emotions and when he chooses to be more open, his emotions go through a bit of a filter. Showing his unfiltered emotions makes him most vulnerable because it's him as he is. In his truest form. It's all of his wants, joys, fears. Everything.

As for how it manifests, 10 of wands and Hanged man, it becomes a burden that he carries because he feels like he can't just be honest. He pauses and allows himself time to feel on his own but that means possibly being misunderstood and a bit isolated.

Now. What can he do to lessen it? Bless your heart and healthy communication in relationships. TALKING TO PEOPLE AND ALLOWING HIMSELF THAT VULNERABILITY. It's not bad to be vulnerable. Heal that shit bb bc you are worth it.

Jungkook

So, what makes him most vulnerable? The world in rev. Not having closure and seeking it. The process of seeking closure for himself about things that could have or putting to rest something that has come full circle. It brings vulnerability because he has to face things that he could have done better. He has to face things coming to a close and be okay with is.

How it manifests, the tower, ace of cups, 5 of cups reversed.

The tower is essentially everything crumbling down. I think jk thinks too much? If you follow a ball of yarn all the way to the end then you just unraveled a whole ass ball of yarn.

Him going to close those things cause him to unravel his foundation.

With the ace of cups, creativity and love/ new emotions, I think him taking the time to pursue personal closure helps him to be more open to love as well as giving him creative fuel.

The 5 of cups rev. Means that him doing this closure thing helps him to forgive himself bc he's taking time to move on and tie up loose ends?

For jk this closure thing manifests in every aspect of his like and I almost see it as him shedding? Sounds weird but he's consciously moving on and paying attention to what he needs?

As for what he can do? Deep emotional healing! He runs the risk of feeling more of the tower manifestation so he needs to keep himself emotionally healthy in order for this to be productive instead of destructive!

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I hope y'all like this! I feel like the cards didn't always follow what I was kinda going for with my questions but it all works out in the end I guess?

My next reading will be up later this week (I've already done it and taken all of my notes. I just have to type it all out) so look foward to that as well!

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[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

Series of snippets from a conversation with @filamints and @bellygunnr

Mr Mints came up with the idea and Gunny wrote the 1st and 4th parts, and I wrote the middle.

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The menu isn't supposed to be familiar. But Roland leaps at the chance to choose, even if it's something just to include him, even humor him. He knows he's taxing the neural implant buried in the Captain's brain but--

He can't help it. The two words, supplemented by an image and a short description, stitch something together in his threads that he can't just force away.

He senses that the Captain is choking back tears, forcing the Commander to order for them-- aided by hasty gesturing. Roland lets his awareness dwindle away.

All he can think about is shepherd's pie and how it tasted before he-- someone-- took to the skies.

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It was weird that he chose that dish almost automatically, the captain's eyes catching on the name and something deep in Roland's matrix resonated. He tries to play it off, chatting with the captain and commander as they wait for food and drinks, commenting on the new point of view, the limited sights, the new perspective and sounds. They fiddle with the napkin, tactile feedback smoothing the material against the table and Lasky lets Roland jiggle his leg.

He's nervous but excited, it's new and not, vague memories flash across their minds' eye, both unsure who's the source. The dull roar of the dinner rush, silverware clinking on plates, the dimmed lighting, smell of fresh hot food.

Palmer gently touches their hand, bringing them back and they look at the mirrored wall of the booth. The captain has a faraway look in his eye, they look like they're not all there. The commander's hand is warm and squeezing theirs, she's about to say something when their server returns with the food.

Plates of dishes litter Palmer's side of the table, since Lasky's paying, and then Roland's order is placed in front of them. He smiles and thanks the server, reveling in the returned 'you're welcome' and eye contact, before turning his attention to the plate. The smell making their stomach rumble. Lasky's stomach rumble, Roland's just a guest. He's getting over-excited about this chance to eat and he isn't entirely sure why.

It's picture perfect, which is weird because he always got the crust wrong but- No. What? Lasky's had shepherd's pie before but not in a while and it was some cafeteria on some base, not the homemade image in their head. The questions are only building, and he-they pick up his-their spoon and shove a bite into his mouth. It's hot and comforting and tastes like home.

"Tom? Roland? Are you okay?" Palmer is looking at him, worry clear on her face. They blink and feel the hot tears dripping down their cheeks. The spoon clatters on the plate as he scrubs his face with their napkin. Embarrassment curls through them and Lasky's trying to comfort Roland in his own head.

It's not Roland's head, or even his memories, just an echo of someone long dead now. It's too much. He was already pushing it by being this deep in the captain's CNI and the emotional overload is taking its toll on both of them. Roland feels trapped and scared and Lasky is worried and in pain? Blood is dripping from his nose and his pupils are dilated as they look again into the mirror next to them.

Roland apologizes profusely, hands fluttering uselessly before he withdraws into himself, tucking threads and packets up tight and slinking out of Lasky's head while Palmer gets him to drink some water and dabs at the nosebleed.

His cameras catch their worried looks, but he's too far gone to respond in anyway. The dumb ai and sub-processes can run the rest, he needs to think.

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Miller would say what he's doing is moping, but Roland is actually very productive being both extremely aware of everything happening on the ship and incredibly out of it as new information is processed at a near human speed. Strands of data and pings reach him at an almost worrying speed and he reads it twice to retain it.

He can feel himself weighed down, emotions taxing his matrix, threads dissolving without his permission. It takes him too many times restarting processes that he wants to give up and powercycle the entire section he's working on. Which would be bad because it's navigation.

It'd also draw a lot of attention and he doesn't need that. He fucked up. Roland mentioned a too human desire, convinced Lasky and Palmer to go along with it, then freaked out when something dormant deep in his code that he didn't want to name woke up and what's worse is that he hurt his captain.

Lasky was bleeding from the strain his episode caused. This was bad. Roland had a good record but it wasn't exactly clean. A little digging would show the things he'd done, behaviors he'd exhibited, the strain he'd been under. Not even halfway through his lifetime and he's already made such a mess.

It's only luck and Lasky's own kindness that he hasn't been -- No. That's illogical. Captain Lasky is a great captain and Roland's done a fine job with his station. Maybe he wouldn't have lasted under Del Rio but.

Roland silences those threads, stopping those worrying parts of himself from continuing to spiral down different logic trees and what if situations.

He's so wrapped up in his own processes that he doesn't realize Palmer is calling his name. Panic floods his circuits, sparking and shorting out all thoughts but the worst case scenarios that haven't left his mind. He wants to sink down and disappear but protocol won't let him, he needs to answer, they deserve that at the very least. He needs to answer them.

Palmer's in her room, with Lasky sitting in her chair. He looks tired, eyes drifting from Palmer to Roland's holodisk. They both look stressed. Roland reads their biometric data automatically, cameras taking in the tightness around their eyes, raised heart rate and blood pressure and their NI's are --

No. He can't. He won't. Not if he might hurt them again. Not if he feels too close to something else, something he's not.  He hopes it doesn't hurt.

"Yes, Spartan?" He modulates his voice well, he thinks, but there's surprise on her face at his response. He hasn't deployed his avatar, right now he's just a voice from the speaker on the wall.

"Are you...alright?" She's fighting to keep her tone calm and even, arms crossed and feet planted. He can read her so well after so many hours working together. It hurts. He knows it's coming but he still can't help but try.

"I'm operating nominally, Commander." Not quite a lie, but close enough that it could be used against him. Still he wants to wipe the worry off her face. Lasky's frowning becomes more pronounced and they share a look.

For all the data he's collected, all the tells he knows, all of his vast memory dedicated to these two, he still has a hard time fully understanding the silent conversations Palmer and Lasky can hold. 

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Operating nominally, Sarah mouths, and Roland recognizes her expression as derisive. She rolls her eyes and leans forward, bracing her arms across the Captain's desk, head angled for one of the cameras up high.

"I'm sure the Infinity is running fine," she says. "But you're not, and we're not stupid. Do I need to bring up the crew dossier? How about Command, page six, article B?"

Roland feels a tremor of shock and confusion pulse through his matrix, stalling some of his processes.

"Roland is the shipboard AI and is to be respected as one of the Infinity's commanding officers. His words are to be held to the same weight as the Captain's," she recites. "But regardless of that-- if you think we're going to punish you, or that we're going to fall for your emotionless AI act-- I'm going to beat your ass."

Static filters out from the speakers. He hastily deploys himself onto the holodeck in the room, the confusion and surprise hardly simulated on his avatar's expression.

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[namisthecoolest]

Part II - "One step forward, two steps back."

Gwyn couldn't sleep. How could she after all that has happened ? Mindlessly her hand went to grasp for the necklace but ended up clutching air instead. The tightening in her throat, that she was trying really hard to get rid of, intensified. Mind stilling didn't work and now she lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. She can't stay alone, not with her mind wandering off to places she doesn't want to go. She quickly got up and wore her leathers. That's what she has been doing for the past few months when she waked up breathless with tear stains on her cheeks and a silent scream lodged in her throat. Go up to the House of Wind and train until she's numb of the pain, both physical and emotional one. It was the night of the past years Winter Solstice when the Shadowsinger first found her training in the middle of the night trying to cut the ribbon. That was the first time they had a real conversation rather than him barking orders and teaching her techniques during training.

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When the Shadowsinger landed on the balcony that night Gwyn was surprised because she thought everyone was going to be staying at the High Lord and Ladys river estate. She started apologizing when he cut her off saying he came to retrieve something he left behind. It was like any other night. Her waking up finding herself in darkness and covered in sweat. She didn't think twice before changing and headed up. Every muscle of her body was aching at first but now all is numb and she welcomed it.

"I forgot something. "

She knew he was lying so instead of calling him out she asked, "At two in the morning? "

His eyes shone amusement when he replied with, "I can't sleep without my favorite dagger. "

"A comfort to every growing child. "

They talked a little more before she asked.

"Do you sing?"

Gwyn doesn't know what had posessed her. It could either be the cold got to her head or she was so desperate to divert her mind that she clutched to the first thing she thought of. But it was a question she had in her mind ever since she had heard his title. But that's what it was supposed to be. In her mind not out in the open and especially not in front of HIM. But they were talking and she already asked it and there's no going back so now all she could do is wait for the answer.

He went silent for a second before asking, "Why do you ask? "

"They call you shadowsinger. Is it because you sing? "

"I am a shadowsinger-It's not a title that someone just made up. "

Well that doesn't answer her question so she shrugged and asked again. "Do you though.... Sing? "

He eyed her peculiarly before the corner of his lips tipped up and let loose a low sound which sounded an awful lot like a laugh. HOLY SHIT SHE MADE THE AZRIEL, SPYMASTER OF THE NIGHT COURT, LAUGH. She was still reeling from her achievement and that's why she could barely register his answer.

"Yes."

Well now she was more curious. She opened her mouth to ask more but was cut short when he corrected her techique on using the blade. Well she couldn't be of blame when all Cassian does nowadays is make googly eyes at Nesta and she said as much to the Shadowsinger, who unsurprisingly agreed. They think they are doing a great job at hiding it but are failing awfully because even a blind person could sense the heat and intensity crackling between them whenever they are near each other.

"Happy Solstice. Don't stay out too much longer. You'll freeze.", he said and left when she nodded and she went back to trying to cut that Motherforbidden ribbon knowing she won't be going back until the heaviness in her heart felt a little lighter.

That night she went back to her dorm later than anticipated. She was on her way up to the priestess's dorm halls when she stopped in her tracks when she thought she heard a familiar voice. She followed the voice to Clotho's desk where she saw the Shadowsinger slide something to Clotho on her desk. She wasn't close enough to hear the whole exchange, but she saw him nodding and then he left. She thought he was probably here for some official business and didn't think much of it. The next day she got the necklace from Clothos with a note saying a friend left it for her. For the first time in a long time the tightness in her chest loosened a bit for her to breathe freely for a few seconds. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever received. A rose pendant that shined every time it moved. So this is what Azriel was doing in the library last night. But he didn't want her to know it was from him. Why? Without thinking much of it she put the necklace on and smiled the whole day.

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Fastening her hair in a braid her eyes caught the black cloak in the corner of her closet. She gulped thinking of the circumstances she and the Shadowsinger had first met and what she had found---NO NO she will not think of it. Her eyes were watering again and so she quickly got out of her room and went up the stairs. When she reached the balcony the sun was already peeking from the horizon. She stared at the sky while it changed its colors in various shades. She took a large breath forcing the fog in her mind to clear.

She had slapped him. For what? Because he had given her a gift meant for another? Fuck. She lost it when she finally processed what Elain was saying last night.

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Elain was staring at something below her face. Her necklace. She smiled remembering who gave it to her and touched the rose.

"Isn't it pretty? " , she asked her still smiling.

"Yes.Very.May I ask how you got it? "

Strange she had thought. Elain and Gwyn never talked. Now all of a sudden she had approached her and asked about the necklace.

"A friend left it for me at the library. " Not the complete truth but if Azriel wanted it to be anonymous and the least she could do is respect his wishes.

"Huh, it looks exactly the same one I had returned to Azriel last Solstice. "

Gwyn's blood went cold. "What? ".She hated how her voice cracked.

"Oh... Azriel had given it to me as a Solstice present. I had returned it of course. But it looks like he found someone else to give it to. "

The necklace suddenly felt like a heavy chain on her neck. Her eyes watered from what?....hurt. The necklace that gave her solace a while ago now was the reason of her heart being gripped painfully. She stood there frozen, until she couldn't take it anymore. Ripping the necklace from her neck she shoved it in Elain's hand who took it with a stone cold face. When she whirled around to leave she came face to face with the cause of her tears. Azriel......how could he do this to her? He gave her a gift as an... afterthought? Someone who would happily take something rejected by another? Someone to be pitied? Is that what he thought of her?. Him standing there with wide eyes didn't help the roaring that grew by the second in her head. She slapped him with all her strength and fled from the spot telling him to never speak to her again.

Mor had found her outside the throne room. She took one look at Gwyn's face and winnowed her back to the library. She was very thankful for her to not question why she was crying. Mor ensured Gwyn had safely reached her dorm and took her leave.

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Gwyn doesn't know how long she has been staring at the horizon. Apparently long enough for the birds to start chirping and the sun to fully come up. Rubbing her face with her hands she groaned internally. She had lashed at him for something he was not at fault of. It was her fault. She placed her expectations too high for someone like her. A priestess who was violated in ways that cannot be undone and carried baggage more than she can endure. She thought she meant something to the Spymaster of the Night Court. She thought they had been friends after all the late night training sessions they had after the first one and the jabs they threw at eachother every now and then. She was nothing more to him but his student. What was she thinking? Of course he deserved someone like Elain- beautiful, innocent, unstained....perfect. She has to get that through her head. Even if it meant she has to press down her feelings towards him. The ones she would never dare now to indulge in. How was she going to face him now? But she has to try to make things try. After all he still is her trainer and she doesn't want things to be awkward. Determined to set things in their righful place, which also included her expectations which was too high for her own good, she took a deep breath.

"I'm the rock against which the surf crashes ~inhale~ Nothing can break me. ~exhale~ ", she whispered to herself and the world around. With renewed strength she turned around. She let out a humorless laugh and thought the Mother has a wicked sense of humor by---her thoughts came to a sudden halt when she saw HIM standing on top of the stairs, his gaze focused solely on her. She hardened herself.

"Shadowsinger."

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