#and you cannot destroy the house inside yourself

[andraxicated]

fantasy, fantasy~

Pairings: Pierro, Dottore, Pantalone, Childe, Scaramouche x f! reader

Synopsis: What does he think about when he sees you? Whether you deliberately seduce him or not, he's helplessly bewitched by you.

Tags: smut | suggestive | age gap | implied breeding kink | bullying | mirror sex | degradation | public sex | kitsune reader in scara's part

a/n: omg fatui I'm on my knees! had a lot going on with my life these days like my neighbor's house burst into flames and stuff.

wanted to write for capitano but there's no face to fantasize about. coz i feel like a face already tells a personality y'know.

Pierro

as he's a man well into his age, he does not long for worldly desires. he simply decided he had enough of those in his youth and all he wishes is for her majesty's will to be fulfilled. being no.1 of the harbingers comes with all kinds of people currying favor with him. it's uninteresting to listen to all their blabbers but when this certain politician pulls out his daughter from the side, pierro is captivated.

you look so innocent in white and your youthful face was shining, he almost thought an angel came down to earth. but what caught his eye aside from your face was the peek of cleavage on the otherwise modest frock. you brought in an air of freshness and purity along with the blend of a subtle seductress. you were exactly his type, and yours, him.

little side eyes while you're sipping on your wine, and he's staring at you while he's talking with another. to have pierro's attention solely on you have you excusing yourself from the sudden surge of heat. he cuts off the conversation quickly to follow this maiden he had only seen today. why has your dad kept you hidden for so long? you must be the trump card that he used to entice pierro and others. just the thought makes him seethe.

you jump at the shadow of the fire, startled to see the man behind you. "lord harbinger" you bow and greet, nervous yet trained in poise. 'a well-bred lady. perfect' you were perfect in all aspects that pierro cannot find a single flaw. when he slowly removes your garments and exposes your naked body to the light of the fireplace. he simply finds it suited for childbearing. "don't cover yourself darling. let me see"

when he finally sinks into you, he's reminded of how good it actually was. "fuck it's been so long" he groans and thrusts faster to gauge your reactions and to feel the rub against your walls. plus points if you're a virgin, he'd gladly oblige to show you the ways. but when he learns you're not, you're in for a punishment. "you disappoint me" he slaps your ass while you cry at the impact, yet he pays no mind and degrades you further. "whoring yourself out at such a young age. tell me...who was it?"

after finishing inside you and envisioning you as the mother of his child, he presses an unexpected kiss to the side of your head. "I'll save you. don't worry, I have a plan." pierro says while soothing circles on your tummy. it's a pity your father brought you to a political mishap but fear not; because pierro has a plan. a plan to destroy his enemies and to make you his pretty little wife.

Dottore

during the days spent in the akademiya, dottore doesn't make or have any friends. he's labeled a freak and a madman; disgusted shunning looks were thrown in his way yet dottore doesn't mind. for he is too engrossed in his research and science to give attention to what they say. it all went too far when he's suddenly ganged up by big, burly guys who started beating him up in the corridor. he has no choice but to pathetically cover himself and curl up as they kick and kick until patches of his skin turn purple.

he had to listen to their savage mouths while bearing the pain and archons, he hated them for delaying his research. after they're done with this little fun, he's gonna turn them into humanoids that does everything he says. you, who's an important student in the akademiya and wandering about, saw this scene that had you grabbing a nearby sculpture and smashing it at their heads. the bullies scurry after seeing it was you, and dottore grimaces at you before running away.

"what are you? walking justice?" he sneers whenever you're trying to help but doesn't shake you off. after months of persistence from you; you've become 'best friends' and earned him immunity from the bullies. dottore thought it was great because there was no one hindering him. unexpectedly, he found himself falling for you and fantasizing about you. in nights when he's feeling frustrated, he takes off his pants and takes out his cock to stroke it. closing his eyes; thinking of moments where your breast would suddenly press against him, your panties inside your dorm, and the sinful actions you did in his mind.

ultimately, fate had other plans for the both of you. neither of you didn't want it but your visions of the future just didn't align, and so you parted ways with him after graduation. it was years after when you saw the familiar tuft of blue hair that had you instinctively calling for him. yet the one that turned to you was eerily masked. you're suddenly unsure of who you called but the gloved hand took off its mask and showed you a smile. you caught up with dottore over drinks that had both of you coughing in bitterness. your lips and his were on the rim of the glasses then next those lips were stuck to each other.

years of pent-up frustration are released as you two frantically take off the other's clothes. you lift your sweater off your head as his calloused hands immediately follow in tracing your curves. you could only submit to him by falling back onto the sheets, letting him have his way down when he takes off your pants. little licks transform into devouring kisses have you clenching and gripping his hair. quick orgasms came one after the other to the point you're helplessly sobbing and squirming.

he laughs inside his mind. you remind him of his subjects when he's about to tinker with them. "stop squirming" he stills your shaking thighs while taking his time in rubbing his face against your pussy. "t's too much! dottore stop I-" "let me have my way with you tonight yeah? compensation for leaving me." you didn't even know he took off his pants; you just felt the startling penetration and the scream out of your lungs. dottore chuckled at your head thrown back and lunged for your neck to nip. all you could do that night was to stare at him with glossy eyes and a fucked out face as he does all the work above you. "just spread your legs. don't worry about anything"

Pantalone

with crossed legs and a stark expression, he watches you sing and act on stage. you reserved the best seats for him as usual, he was your benefactor after all. you creating scenes with a male actor; his hands snaking on your waist as you look at each other lovingly is unbearable. pantalone knows he shouldn't be jealous as those endearments are all fake. yet he can't help but be possessive when you swore that your body belongs to him.

you open the door to your backstage room only to see him drinking with a sullen face. "my dear patron is so kind to see me personally." he chuckles at what you said and puts down the champagne flute before standing up and towering over you. "your performance is marvelous is always." he helps you take off the fur coat, gives you a rough kiss, then expertly unzips your gown down to your ass. giving the flesh a light squeeze before a hard spank.

it causes you to jolt in surprise and pull away from him. confused doe eyes staring at his cheeky smile. "that hurts! 500 thousand mora for that." you huff away to take off your accessories yet pantalone suddenly pulls you back in his arms. if you looked in the mirror you could've fooled yourself that he was your real lover. but you had to remind yourself that both of you are doing this for pleasure and money.

"love, you could ask for more and I'll give it to you." he whispers with a lilt while looking into your eyes through the mirror. there, you both watch as he fully undresses you and grips your chin to direct an open-mouthed kiss. you always find yourself anticipating these trysts as it always manages to surprise you. this time it's having sex in front of a mirror, and you're forced to watch your tear-stricken face contort as he penetrates you from below.

pantalone groans at the feeling of your tight walls while you're caged in his strong arms, moaning and thrashing like some common whore. "you see that? you see yourself?" he asks then hisses as he feels your hole flutter when you nod. he lets out an airy laugh and positions his hands on your waist while his fingers press down on your lower belly, giving a stimulating squeeze as he remembers that the actor held this earlier too. the position lets waves of pleasure concentrate on your lower half and so you're uncontrollably dripping. "please move" you beg pantalone with the utmost helpless face you can muster yet he just raises an eyebrow and smirks.

"why should I move when you're the one on top?" "...huh?" your small voice comes out as a croak as you look at him confused. his smile disappears when he suddenly lifts you up and drops you down on his cock as a demonstration. a piercing shriek echoes in the room along with breaths of surprise from you. "didn't you want to be on top? then go on and ride." his dark voice prompts you to shamelessly start enjoying yourself and using him but the burn causes you to stop moving...yet, his sinister eyes reflected compel you to swallow down the protests and keep on bouncing lewdly.

Childe

this battle maniac never thought he'd be obsessed with something other than the thrill of fighting. it's all thanks to you who's the newest recruit, dressed in a skimpy and tight uniform that seems a bit too small for your size. it's very uncomfortable that you have to make some adjustments with the mannerism of biting your lip. and oh how much childe wants to see that face underneath him. moaning, sobbing and pleading. the walk towards you was difficult with blood rushing to his groin.

"need help?" his chirpy voice startled you as you attempt to pathetically cover yourself when he already saw it. "uhm, young master I don't mean to be rude but this is highly inappropriate." just from the tone of your voice tells him that you want him badly as much as he does. childe shakes his head with a "tsk" that made you cower a bit. "do you think your stares were appropriate?" "wha-" "I saw your lustful gaze when I was changing in the open the other day."

'caught you'. your eyes were trembling and your mouth unable to utter a word. you never thought you would be found out this easily by your superior, childe thinks you forgot he was a harbinger who senses leering. "I'm sorry" 'how cute' he muses then he feels another throb in his pants that has him doing a bold move. "why don't you show you're sorry?"

plops of skin slapping, your own muffled cries, and his stifled laughs were all that was registering in your ear. childe never thought he would be this freaky by fucking you in public. no one should be able to use this room as he has instructed but you don't know that of course. so why don't he put a little fear in you?

"fuck take it all" he plunges into your wet folds with a groan, steadying himself by burying his face into your soft mounds. you could only close your eyes and bear the pain of penetration as you work on calming your breathing. once you seemed to be at peace, childe destroys it all at once. "what would they think if they see you in this position? hmm?" "ah!" your eyes snap open when he pushes the limits of your walls. thrusting beyond what you could imagine as your juices squelch and flow.

"naughty girl. leaving evidence behind." he scoffed playfully at your messed up face while slowly pulling out and harshly pushing in. "noooo. I'm cumming!" you moan out something you didn't even comprehend but childe knows exactly what you mean as he speeds up his pleasure to catch up with your orgasm. it seems like childe has another newfound obsession. your dazed look, your filled wrecked cunt, and the thrill of being caught.

Scaramouche

he never thought he would be coming back to his homeland after years. sent on an important mission concerning the gnosis yet he had other things he wanted to achieve. scaramouche deems yae's deal good enough; the traveler's safety in exchange for the gnosis and his kitsune friend's whereabouts. they say never to trust a kitsune as those creatures are sly, but scaramouche's foolish heart would always lead him back to you. a heart? he has one only for you.

did that darn fox fool him? he's been looking around the island and chinju forest for hours now yet you're nowhere to be found. just the thought of losing on a bargain makes him so mad that— *ripple* scaramouche's head turns vigilantly on the sound of a drop on the river. 'someone's here' he senses and surveys the surroundings. the area is lit enough thanks to the blue flowers but there's still patches of darkness. if he isn't careful he might get ambushed on the spot. "agh!" ambushed it is as a groan comes out of his mouth when his back falls onto the ground, amidst the illuminating flowers. his hand quickly forms a ball of electro to attack, but his vexed expression and the energy in his hand soon dwindled when he saw the beauty laying atop him.

he could only stare and you could gawk at how much this person grew. "kuni? kunikuzushi?" you call out to him yet he just lays there underneath you. he's too much in a shock to see you after so many years. you've grown even more beautiful, your voice still like a lullaby, and your body matured, enhanced with curves and chest bigger...ah, scaramouche pushes you off him to hide the flush on his cheeks. you could only giggle at him as he still has a bit of his innocence despite what you've heard. "you're still pretty" he looks at you like you grew two heads at your remark, and another tint of pink paints his cheek once again. 'he never changed'

what's unspoken between the two of you was the summer night spent in secrecy. your squirming body against the futon, his sighs of pleasure, your mewls, and the tears that he shed as he came inside your womb. now, it's all but a distant memory as you act like nothing happened. did you use him for the experience? the thought of someone other than him seeing you vulnerable could make him straight up murder. a sly grin creeps on your mouth as you try to read what he's thinking. 'oh he's so in for a surprise' you giggle inside your head.

in a fit of anger, scaramouche decides to go outside but as soon as he slides the door, he's met with your body clad in a thin robe. your nipples perked and everything was on display for him. before you could say anything, he jumps on you to hungrily ravage your lips. deft fingers pull the robe and take it off your body, all the while making out and pushing you towards his room.

he's so happy he could die as he finally thrusts the head of his cock past your entrance. the feeling of being full once again makes you whine so loud that scaramouche has to shut you up with a spit-connected kiss. "never thought you for a romantic" you tease him with a lofty smile at his slow pace and he thrusts upward in return. "I'm not" scaramouche replies while pulling out; he puts on the face he wears when dealing with his incompetent subordinates. "surely you can take a harsh fucking right?" he growled before wiping the smile off your face with a plunge that made you see stars.

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[quartzedreid]

Stress Relief

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reid was on a long case, and the both of you had an horribly stressful day, Reid comes home to something he hadn’t expected..

Warnings: Smut 18+!! Minors DNI!!!!! Dom!Reid, Munch!Reid, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, overstimulation.

12:30 a.m.

Exhaustion, that's the word to describe the day you've been having. You're wide awake for more than one reason, one of them being the lack of your boyfriend who still hasn't arrived home, the other being your already awful day. All you wanted, all you needed was your boyfriend, your boyfriend who has been on a case for the past three days, a normal amount of time for their longer cases, but it's always too long without him.

His touch. One of the things you've needed from him the past three days, and he hadn't been able to give it to you. You ached, ached for him, everything about him. Not just his touch, no… that's too broad. You miss the way his fingers delve so perfectly into the curves of your body, how firm, yet gentle his grip on you.

His smell. The thing that makes you melt into him with such ease. He smells like Coffee, Cinnamon, and a long day's work. You devour that scent the minute it hits your nostrils, he smells like heaven, like safety, he smells like love. Home, he smells like home.

His way with his words. He knows how to use them to his advantage. Not in a cruel, sadistic manner, no… in a way that makes your heart swoon. He knows what he does to you, oh, how he knows. With each word that falls from his tounge, the more you need him, the more he pulls you right in. You simply cannot get enough of your boyfriend.

You're Addicted, to say the least.

He hasn't been home in three and a half days, his side of the bed has been empty. You've been empty, in more ways than one. You've been on edge the past three days, and you hadn't known why. He's been gone this long before, you two have been together for two years, you've delt with the loss of him before, you sure have. This time… it's different.

You're sexually frustrated, you simply cannot get him off your mind. The only thoughts filling your exhausted, tired mind are thoughts of your boyfriend absolutely destroying you from the inside out. You can't help it, it's too natural a feeling to stop. The two of yous dynamic has changed recently, not in a bad way, just… you aren't used to being without sex for three days, if that tells you anything.

You have no idea when he's going to be home, and you simply cannot wait for him much longer, you're already soaked just thinking about him, about him in you, about him praising you in your ear. He's got you addicted and he's not even home, he's miles away. Next thing you know your fingers snake their way into your pajama pants, and into your panties.

Shit, you needed this. Being without him is already punishment enough, let alone not being able to wind down like this. Your fingers collect your slick, moving it around. They make their way to your clit, as you circle it slowly. Your head throws itself back, whimpering your boyfriends name.

Your eyes lock shot, as you start moving your middle finger in, and out of yourself. As you speed up the pace, you add another one, stretching yourself out, imaging their your boyfriends long, miraculous fingers. “Spencer,” you moan out, unable to control your sounds. You don't seem to register that your boyfriend had made it home, and into the house.

He's now standing in the doorframe, watching you closely, and you don't even have a singular clue he's there, until he clears his throat, breaking you out of your haze.

You flush, removing your fingers from yourself, and facing away from him as he stood there still, not moving an inch. “I wasn't… interrupting something, was I?” he said, smirk prominent in his tone. You shook your head, too caught off guard to even speak, too embarrassed, too upset with yourself to even begin explaining yourself, at least not tonight.

“No?” he chuckled, “I’m fairly certain I was,” you whine, unable to form even a single word to say back to him. He made his way to the side of the bed in which you were lying. He took your chin in his hand and lifted it up at him, making you look at him. “I texted you twenty minutes ago that I was coming home, no answer. I figured that was strange since you usually respond in a timely manner. Now, now I see why.”

All you did was nod, not a single word even trying to come to mind. “Missed you…” you let out in a whine, looking back down once his grip on your chin has loosened. He chuckled, “Yeah? Missed me so much you had to touch yourself… couldn't wait three days for me?” you shook your head.

You looked up at him, “Needed you,” you pouted “Need you.” he smiled down at you, his hand leaving your chin, and to your head, rubbing your scalp with his thumb. “Bad day?” he asked, “Mhm, really, really bad…” he nodded “Mine too, princess.” your head tilted to the side, confused. “It was awfully stressful.” he said, responding to your gesture of confusion.

“Can I help?” you asked, wanting to help your boyfriend however you could. He nodded, “On your knees please, princess.” you fulfilled his ask in a heartbeat, your hands going straight to his belt, unbuckling it as fast as you possibly could. Once it was undone, so only after came his pants, until he was left in his boxers.

He was more than hard, he was more than prominent. He was throbbing. Pre-cum leaking through his black boxers, his dick was practically begging to be in your mouth. You slowly, slowly pulled them down, teasing him. Once they were off his dick was in your hands, pumping his dick slowly, as you watched his face contort you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together.

You could tell he was getting impatient for you, he needed your mouth wrapped around him just as much as you needing him hitting the back of your throat. You started to lick his tip, still teasing him. You wanted to take this slow, you were without him for three whole days. “Fuck, baby…” he said, grabbing a handfull of your hair, forcing himself down your throat inch by inch. You moaned around his dick, unable to hold yourself back.

Once you’d taken him into your mouth fully, you began bobbing your head back and forth slowly, feeling him hit the back of your throat over, and over. His low groans were music to your ears, they were words enough that you were doing good. He abrubtly stopped your movements by pulling himself out of your mouth.

Pre-cum was in the corners of your mouth, your mouth was agape, slobber leaving it due to the amount you'd produced just then. You looked up at him through glassy, puppy-dog eyes as you pouted. He groaned, “Fuck, princess… stop looking at me like that.” you whined “Stand up, c’mon. You know how much I'd love to cum in your mouth right now, but you need to be taken care of, too.”

Your legs almost went completely weak, he really, really has a way with words when he's with you like this. When you had first met him you would’ve never thought a man so proper, so intelligent, could speak with such lust such as he does.

You stumbled getting back up, his hands met your waist as he laid you back down on your shared bed, getting on top of you. His lips immediately met yours with a passion so unmatched, unlike he ever had before. He peppered kisses from your lips, to your cheek, down to your jawline, and down your neck, meeting your collarbone, his hands lie at your waist, lifting your shirt up slowly.

You bucked your hips, and raised your hands, allowing him to remove your shirt. You weren't wearing a bra, making this so, so much easier for him. One finger met your nipple, pinching it softly, while his mouth latched onto your other nipple, sucking it with such skill, and with such ease.

Your hips still bucked, your head thrown back into your pillow, eyes shut tight, feeling every single movement he made on your body. You felt every breath he took, “You’re gorgeous, baby…” he praised you softly, now peppering kisses down your stomach. “I missed you, missed you so much while I was gone, you know I missed you… didn't you?”

You whimper in response, unable to form words. His kisses stopped once he had made it to the waistband of your pajama pants, you bucked your hips at response, practically begging for him to take them off. Any other day he'd be mean, he'd make you beg for him to take them off, but he'd had too long a day, and he'd missed you too much to be so cruel.

His fingers dipped into the waistband, and moved them down you slowly, removing them so slow it felt like torture. Once they were off, he made his way to your more than soaked through panties, smirking to himself. You were a mess. You were his mess, and he was proud.

He removed your panties quick and easy, as he then spread your legs for you, exposing yourself to him. Your dripping cunt was begging for his touch, and that's just what he did. His mouth met your pussy the fasted it ever had. His tounge gathering up your slick, bringing it to your clit, which he teased with his tounge.

He licked and sucked with such mercy it was unrecognizable. Your hands moved down to his hair, forcing his mouth deeper into your pussy. His tounge moving in and out of you with such delicacy. Your legs shook around his head, your thighs squeezing the sides of his head, while your fingers dug into his long, curly hair, begging him for even more. He went back to sucking your clit, and brought his fingers to your entrance, entering his pointer and middle fingers into you, slowly moving them in and out.

You couldn't take this much longer, you were close, so, so close “I- I’m… close,” you gasped, breath uneven. He’d gone faster, his mouth leaving you, he looked up at you through hooded eyes, “Princess, let go for me… you got this. It's okay, let go, let me feel you cum on my fingers…” he practically begged you.

His thumb moved to your clit, rubbing it in fast, tight circles, smirking at you, eyes shut, gripping the sheets, whimpering his name. It didn't take long before you came on his fingers, it was just mere seconds later.

“There we go… that's it, princess. Good girl.” he praised, still pumping his fingers in and out of you, your legs shaking like crazy, your head thrown back even further, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. “Spence- Spencer… I- too much... can’t take it.” he smirked, “Yes you can, baby… I know you can. Look at you, taking my fingers so well.”

You were already close again, you felt the familiar knot return in your stomach. “Close-” he went even faster, “I know, my baby. C'mon, I wanna feel you cum around my fingers again, you've got this, sweetheart.” his words sending you over the edge yet again, you came. You tried to open your eyes, yet your vision was so fuzzy, you couldn't even make out much of anything.

He then removed his fingers from your now dripping cunt, putting them directly into his mouth, sucking them clean, knowing you were watching him. You whined at the sight, already feeling yourself needing him again.

You were so tired. He wore you out. You hadn't been worn out from just his fingers like that before, new record for him, I guess. Might not wanna tell him, though. Don't wanna let it get to his big, pretty brain.

He moved up to kiss you, it was soft, it was loving. It was like home. There he was. You smelt him, he smelt just like home, like love, and his mouth spoke to you in haikus, a poem with every kiss to your lips. This is what you missed, yes, you missed him destroying you, but what you missed even more was the feeling of him just being there, the feeling of comfort, safety, reassurance, the feeling of home.

“Hey, princess…” you hummed in response, “lets get you picked up so you can get some rest, alright?” you nodded. He chuckled, smiling “Good,” he said, picking you up and bringing you to the bathroom.

He sat you down on the toilet, getting a warm washcloth to wipe you off. He peppered kisses on your cheeks as he did, “I missed you like hell..” he said, still cleaning you up.

Once he had cleaned you up, and put a new set of pajamas on you, so you could sleep, he lied down next to you, pulling you in by your waist. “I love you.” he said, massaging your scalp, you giggled sleepily, nodding off to sleep “I- love you too.” he chuckled to himself, pulling you closer, “Goodnight, princess.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #Reid smut #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x fem!reader #reid #spencer reid x you #criminal minds #gublernation #matthew gray gubler #mgg

[justcressida]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- DEAR VİLLAİNESS

"I coped with living in that damn house for so long, then got accepted to a prestigious college, and I had gotten my own home. Even if it was cramped and dirty, I could be completely at rest in it. I had finally escaped those bastards. So why?! It's not even Normal Mode. At this rate, this is no better than before…!"

Record Of Ragnarok X Penelope Eckhart!Reader

POSEİDON

Even among all these gods, Poseidon's hatred and arrogance for humans was evident.

Yet the only reason for his interest in this human woman was her incredible will to live.

Never before had he seen a mortal act so frankly, so boldly towards a God.

It caught his attention. The woman was beautiful, more beautiful than a Goddess could ever be. She was daring. It was easy to get lost in his catlike squinting eyes and be caught in the cold but firm aura of the mortal.

"Your daring and indiscretion have limits, mortal. What do you think you are? What do you trust to utter such bold words to a god?"

The woman squinted her eyes, shining with anger. "Why should there be a limit to my audacity? What have you got to set boundaries with me? First you create a lineage and then you send them disasters and hardships. Then when you get bored, 'Let's destroy humanity!' Are you making a joke that isn't funny to yourself? Why should I obey? Why should I be good? Whose wrong is right based on? How can one expect creation to be pure when there is evil in the heart of God?"

A deep silence reigned throughout the arena, while all the immortals who had been mocking her until a few seconds ago, in silence and tension, turned their eyes to the Tyrant of the Seas and then to this noble woman.

He couldn't help but was impressed. Although what he really needed to do was slit her throat with his trident and punish her disrespect, a wild instinct whispered that he shouldn't punish her in this way. Punish in a different way.

The Tyrant of the Seas' lips curved slightly as the tense wait continued. "Will you stand by what you say, mortal? If you kneel right now and apologize and beg, I won't punish you." Although his tone was calm, his gaze made everyone shudder.

"Y/N! Apologize!" As Reynold screamed, Derrick grabbed his arms and pulled him back. As the beautiful woman's eyes turned towards that direction, her eyes narrowed like a cat.

"It's not worth it, Reynold." Derrick's cold words echoed throughout the arena. The woman smiled sarcastically, after all she got used to it. It didn't hurt anymore.

"I'd rather die." Their eyes met. It was like the gaze of the sky and the ocean.

"You asked for it, mortal."

Thus began your life in prison. It was more of a fait accompli than a mistreatment.

Every day you were dressed like a doll and did whatever Poseidon wanted.

You could have dinner with him if he wanted.

If he wanted, you would go to the meeting of the Gods with him.

Everything was his order, if he didn't want it, you couldn't even breathe.

You'd still rather get beaten.

Yet all you gave in regards to your feelings was your hatred of the open ocean.

"Don't make me angry and come here mortal."

"I don't want."

"I didn't ask if you wanted it. Come with me, if you're afraid I'll keep it."

"No way. I won't." Poseidon looked at the beautiful mortal as the woman shrugged stubbornly.

"It's pointless mortal that you hate the ocean so much." He didn't want to ask directly why.

She looked thoughtfully into the water as she shrugged.

"Tell me the reason for this hatred of the ocean, mortal."

"Water plays with you, water imprisons you, water makes you crazy, and the insane cannot live in society. The water overflows."

Poseidon wanted to deny it, but mortal was right. That's how he summed up his thousands of years of life.

"Let's go inside, mortal. Don't be cold."

The Tyrant of the Seas sighs as he walks ashore.

Perhaps he could leave the mortal a little to himself.

Of course he wasn't forgiven.

For now, at least, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back.

"You are so ugly."

"You're being disrespectful again, mortal.

"But are you ugly?"

"Shut up and get in, damn mortal."

#ror x reader #snv x reader #poseidon x reader #ror poseidon #snv poseidon #ror poseidon x reader #snv poseidon x reader #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader

[pathetic-sapphic]

I'm a humble sapphic Karlach lover asking for imagines about being married to her (maybe including if she'd actually like to settle down, have kids, etc) pls and thank you :'D

Settling down with Karlach

I definitely think that, after the whole mess, Karlach would love to travel with her beloved for a while. She wants to enjoy her newfound freedom and share everything that the world has to offer with them.

Eventually though, she starts getting homesick. Which is weird since you two don't really have a home of your own to go to. You have spent countless evenings under the stars, soaking up each other's warmth by cuddling and exchanging loving kisses inside your shared tent.

You have started growing weary too. Adventure is wonderful and the world has so much to see and so many experiences to offer. But one can hardly go for so long without some quality rest.

So, you settle down eventually. A quaint cottage with a vast garden that the two of you can call your own. The nature surrounding it gives you some well-earned peace and a nearby town has any supplies you might need.

It's easy to become familiar with a routine. Karlach has discovered a passion for gardening. It keeps her calm and thus allows her to work with plants without fear of destroying them.

Your wonderful cooking keeps her sated and, with this new way of life, Karlach has had to let out almost every pair of pants she owns. She can relax now and enjoy the quaint day-to-day life with you. She indulges in your home-cooked meals and tasty pastries, making her gain some weight.

And oh, does it look good on her. You have a hard time keeping your hands to yourself whenever she's around, her soft stomach and strong arms right there for you to hold. Seeing her so happy and pampered makes you proud, knowing that she's so comfortable around you and that you get to share this peaceful life together makes you tear up.

When you bring up the idea of having children, Karlach's heart almost stops beating. Before it quickly picks up again from the excitement at the thought of becoming a parent.

If you're the one who carries the child, she is so doting and caring. Never lets you do anything, you cannot even lift a finger as long as she's around.

Is in love with your pregnant belly, a protective hand is always resting on the swell of it. She massages your back and feet, helps you dress or bathe as the pregnancy progresses. Holds you when you cry due to the fear and anxiety of becoming a parent and loves you endlessly through all of it.

Almost passes out during childbirth, seeing you in pain is the hardest thing she ever had to go through. Lets you squeeze her hand as hard as you need to, all the while pressing soothing kisses against your sweaty forehead. Cries along with you when the baby is born, sobbing as she holds them in her arms for the first time, all the while telling you how amazing you were.

If you decide to adopt, she's also immensely happy. Karlach admires your kindness and willingness to give a child a better home.

An extremely nervous mother, especially in the first couple of years of your child's life. Jumps out of bed at the smallest sound of their distress, anxiously shushing your baby as they cry. She hates waking you up, knowing how hard you work all day to take care of the house and your child. But sometimes, she honestly can't figure out how to calm them down and hesitantly wakes you up to ask for help. This is mostly because she hates the sound of your child crying, knowing that they're uncomfortable and sad makes her heart squeeze painfully and renders her brain useless.

As your child grows, she relaxes more and lets her playful side show. She makes toys for them and wants to give them the best childhood they could ask for.

Wouldn't mind having more children if you were up for it. Karlach loves the idea of your home being lively and warm.

She never thought that one day she'd be able to settle down and have a family with someone she considers her soulmate. But life has a curious way of surprising us with the things we least expect.

Every night when she goes to bed, after tucking your child in and kissing you goodnight, Karlach thinks that all the pain and suffering was worth it, if this is what she did it for.

a/n: im alive! also, i still haven't played bg3 so please lmk if i made any micharacterizations or mistakes. i'm mostly going by how i've seen karlach act in clips and walkthroughs :)

#bg3 karlach #bg3 #karlach #karlach x reader #karlach x female reader

[beforeimdeceased]

🗝️ MUSINGS OF THE HEART 🕯️

a slew of love letters are discovered decades later revealing a love affair between a woman and her brother’s wife.

based on the love letters between virginia wolf and vita sackville-west.

to darling,

i hope this letter finds you well. to much dismay i must inform you of the passing of our beloved family pet, charlie. i remember a great deal of our time together in which you enjoyed his company. how is your heart? mine is a slew.

it is not just the passing of charlie, though i do miss him. i must confess i believe i am suffering from a defect of madness. i cannot sleep, your name is glued to the inside of my cheek. i miss you so feverently that i bite until i draw blood.

how are the babies? give them my best.

adorned,

your abagail.

📜

to dear,

i’m most sorrowed to hear of the passing of our beloved charlie. he was most admired in my heart as a force to be reckoned with. missing one eye and a limp in one leg but he never let it stop him.

i wish most ardently that you did not have to wait until the second paragraph to devote your love to me. i wish it was splattered in ink on all of my perfect and prestigious dresses. you have ruined my white gown with your bloody love. i couldn’t ask for a better person to destroy me.

i cannot speak much of life here with manuel. he is kind and noble, you know this, but is most certainly not you. i miss our passionately paced — loosely placed kisses in the […] but most of all, i miss your eyes.

you are a craving i simply cannot get rid of. we are visiting the farm in a month, prepare for me.

forever,

your y/n

📜

✑

a stolen glace is much too subtle for abby, she has to stare at you head on. you’re left agast, drinking in her shamelessness.

it doesn’t take another stern stare down to tell you that abby wants to talk to you. you’ve already excused yourself to a far corner of the house, cursing yourself at your impoliteness. doesn’t every hosts wife want to escape the party? it isn’t exactly an honorable soirée, there isn’t much cheese left to pair with grapes and wine.

speaking of wine, your drunken whines echo against the walls of the coat closet you find yourself pushed into. abby wasted no time, a lustrous tone darkening the sweet things she was saying.

“i missed you.” had translated to “i know you haven’t been touched in forever.”

and “you’re beautiful.” had found itself becoming “you’re intoxicating” on her hungry lips. there was no other place you’d want to be right now.

tangled in a web of ecstasy, your body anticipating her touch. every second mattered. if you did not have her right then and there, you’d grow ill from wanting.

and of course, just as her lips are trailing sweet kisses down your neck, your name is called down the hall.

#abby anderson x y/n #tlou au #abby anderson x you #abby anderson drabble #abby anderson smut #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #wlw love #tlou fanfiction #wlw fanfic #lesbian #not proofread #bun’s precious abby ✧.* #abbysvictim #beforeimdeceased

[bloodscribed]

PROMPTS FROM VARIOUS LITERARY SOURCES.

I have not broken your heart — you have; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.

When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where the madness lies?

To dream the impossible dream, that is my quest.

When we set the carriage afire, her flesh will be roasted, her bones will be charred: she will die an agonizing death.

What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.

The bird fights its way out of the egg.

I have no right to call myself one who knows.

We who bore the mark might well be considered by the rest of the world as strange, even as insane and dangerous.

I have no idea whether parents can be of help, and I do not blame mine.

At one time I had given much thought to why men were so very rarely capable of living for an ideal. Now I saw that many, no, all men were capable of dying for one.

I will not make a gift of myself, I must be won.

Examine a person closely enough and you know more about him than he does himself.

One cannot apologize for something fundamental, and a child feels and knows this as well and as deeply as any sage.

The tree does not die. It waits.

Fate and character are different names for the same idea.

As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.

A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.

All theory is gray, my friend. But forever green is the tree of life.

I am not omniscient, but I know a lot.

Everything transitory is but an image.

One mind is enough for a thousand hands.

Man errs, till he has ceased to strive.

Words are mere sound and smoke, dimming the heavenly light.

But you will never know another's heart, unless you are prepared to give yours too.

The Devil's in the house and can't get out.

Men's wretchedness in soothe I so deplore.

To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's.

It takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently.

Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.

When reason fails, the devil helps!

A hundred suspicions don't make a proof.

The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.

The fear of appearances is the first symptom of impotence.

Break what must be broken, once for all, that's all, and take the suffering on oneself.

Have you ever heard of 'a genius who had been stuffed and preserved'?

Every day I am fated to die.

All the activities of life seem unbearably dull to me and I have renounced them.

 If you would be nice to me, I would gladly die for you this moment.

Having made an utter failure of my life, I found myself one day in the midst of my poverty and wretchedness, thinking about the female companions of my youth.

So, surrender to sleep at last. What a misery, keeping watch through the night, wide awake -- you’ll soon come up from under all your troubles.

Man is the vainest of all creatures that have their being upon earth.

There is a time for making speeches, and a time for going to bed.

For there is nothing better in this world than that man and wife should be of one mind in a house.

I swear by the greatest, grimmest oath that binds the happy gods.

Few sons are the equals of their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.

#rp memes ;; #original memes ;; #roleplay prompts #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp meme #roleplay prompt

[yeowangies]

Candy

❧

PAIRING: Vegeta/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, Masturbation. WARNINGS: None. WORDCOUNT: 2150

Summary: Vegeta is tired of you teasing and tempting him.

Notes:

Another thing I wrote to try to get back on track with other writings, and it tured out longer than I expected.

I haven't written anything regarding masturbation and I SO wanted to write this, and I figured Vegeta was the best subject for this! Didn't think this would be over 2k words lmao.

How you found yourself underneath Vegeta after interrupting his training at the gravity chamber was kind of a funny story. Or at least it was looking at it at that moment. 

You didn’t think your little comments affected him so much; not when Bulma said things far cruder and more obscene than you did. You were doing it for the fun of it. Vegeta seemed closed to either obliterating Bulma or fucking her whenever she spoke to him, so whatever came out of your mouth was in no way expecting to end up anywhere with him. Besides, who wouldn’t fuck Bulma, right? She was the epitome of beauty. 

But apparently Vegeta didn’t agree with you, or so it seemed. Not by the way he was looking at you. You were either about to be destroyed, or fucked. Hopefully the latter. 

“You damned woman,” Vegeta spat, with a hand to your shoulder, pushing you against the cool floor, making you wince. “I’m fucking tired of your disgusting comments towards me, and now you come in here, interfering with my training!”

“I literally just came to check if you wanted to eat something…” You rolled your eyes, feigning innocence. 

“Repeat your exact words.” Vegeta pressed with narrowed eyes, digging his fingers harder on your shoulder.

“I go nuts over your candy ass…” You whispered very quietly, not because you were embarrassed, but you knew you’d laugh if you repeated it louder. “It was such an easy joke!”

“Vulgar woman!” Vegeta’s frown got deeper as his face got closer to you, and you shivered once you noticed how mad he truly was. “Vulgar pathetic little woman.”

“Ok, are you gonna keep insulting me?” You glared at him despite your nerves. 

“You deserve far worse.”

“I just said you had a cute butt! Bulma has said worse stuff, so why are you so mad at me?!”

A low growl rumbled deep inside Vegeta’s chest, and for a second you thought that was it, your life was over. But the hand on your shoulder moved swiftly towards your neck, only tightening to make you look at him with eyes wide open, still allowing you to breathe normally. Both of your hands went to grab his forearm on instinct, afraid he was actually going to choke you to death. 

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” 

“Huh?”

“I cannot stand the sight of you!” Vegeta raised his voice as his eyes got significantly darker. “You’re distracting, parading around in the most indecent tiny clothes, and you expect me to remain impassive!”

You arched your eyebrow as he went on; he was talking about the few times you bathed in the pool at Bulma’s house. But you didn’t even remember seeing him around then.

“And now you come in here, disturbing me with your presence-”

“I don’t understand.”

“Are you so dense you don’t speak your own language?” He retorted with a sardonic smirk. 

“You’re such a jerk, no! I mean I don’t get why you’re so pissed! I wasn’t even doing that ‘parading around’ on purpose! And if it bothers you so much, I won’t ever do it again!” You added, though you regretted it immediately. You wanted to use Bulma’s pool as long as it was available. 

Vegeta clicked his tongue in annoyance, averting his eyes for a brief moment before looking back at you. 

“You really are a stupid woman.”

Before you could open your mouth to insult him right back, Vegeta firmly pressed his body to yours, and as he stared into your eyes with a faint blush on his cheeks, you couldn’t help the choked out gasp from leaving your lips. 

He was hard. 

It was difficult not to notice as he pushed his crotch against your lower abdomen for a fleeting moment before pulling back, and curiosity invaded you. Was that why he was so pissed off? You had been unintentionally turning him on? You didn’t think he would pay so much attention to you, especially when you rarely even saw him; he spent most of his time training in the stupid gravity chamber you both were currently at. 

Apparently Vegeta had been looking at you much more than you thought.

“Is this your way of telling me you like me?” You asked, between shy and smug. 

“Like you?” Vegeta frowned, but you noticed how red the tip of his ears were. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Yeah, you say that, but you are the one pinning me down and pushing yourself onto me, so.”

The twitch in his eyebrow almost made you laugh if it wasn’t for the intense glare he had in his gaze. 

“You make it impossible for me to focus, your indecency is so disgusting-”

“I’m not even doing anything right now!” His hand around your throat squeezed lightly and swiftly, making you choke on the last syllable. You pouted, trying to push his buttons a little more. “So I make you hard on the regular, why is that bad?”

“Why is that-” Vegeta splurted, embarrassed. 

“Wanna show me?” You smiled, teasingly. 

Your hand on his forearm softly traveled up his arm and down his side, and your grin got wider when you noticed the blush expanding towards his face. Vegeta slapped your hand once it got to his waist and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“You do not deserve to touch me.” Vegeta stated, still a little red, but obviously frustrated. 

“Maybe I should show you something myself then.”

When your hands slid down your front to grip your shirt, you expected Vegeta to stop you; he had been so scandalized when you tried to touch him that you figured he might prevent you from going further. But to your amusement, his eyes fixated on your moves as you pushed your shirt up until it was bunching up over your chest, presenting your breasts covered with lace. 

At least you put on a nice bra that day.

A sense of superiority washed over you when he didn’t avert his eyes. You didn’t think you would get his attention, but after everything he said you wanted to take a little advantage of him. 

You wanted to see him. 

“You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” You started, looking into his eyes when his gaze met yours again. His eyebrow twitched, but he didn’t reply. “You pictured me underneath you like I am right now, right?”

“You have no idea what I’ve been thinking about.”

“Then tell me.”

You smiled slyly, though Vegeta remained surprisingly impassive. Aside from the blush that still adorned his face. He removed his hand from your neck, and you found that you would have liked it if he kept it there; there was something alluring about it. The fabric of his glove touched the exposed skin of your waist, a very chaste gesture, though his eyes were fixed on your boobs. 

“Do you touch yourself, Vegeta?” You asked when he stayed silent for longer than you expected. You were going to get something out of him, for sure. 

“To my own shame, yes.” He replied, completely serious. You didn’t think he would admit it so easily and without protesting. “More frequently every time you are around.” 

The resentment in his voice only amused you more; who would be so angry because they’re horny?

Probably someone who wasn’t getting laid. 

“You told me not to touch you, but I’m still showing myself to you, Vegeta.”

He didn’t need you to explain what you meant, his gaze growing darker as he took off his glove before pulling his pants down enough to expose his cock. Your eyes immediately darted downwards, looking at his cock with a gleam; he was hard and thick, thicker than you expected when he wrapped his hand around his own erection.

“Are you really offering yourself to me, woman? Are you that obscene?” Vegeta asked, mocking you.

“Vegeta, I’ve been teasing you all this time because you’re hot and I like you.” You looked him in the eye briefly, letting him know you were honest. “Not that you need the ego boost.”

“I could kill you.”

“But you’re touching yourself instead.”

A smirk formed on his face just as he started stroking himself. 

“I suppose I could use you, since you’re so kind to present your body to me like this.” Vegeta said, voice still surprisingly calm even though his moves over his erection were firm. “If you must know, you have been on my mind since I got here.”

Your eyes, that had been focusing on his hand as he masturbated, looked up at him. 

“I pictured you as you are now, completely subdued underneath me, and for once you’re too overwhelmed to even utter one word out of that dirty mouth of yours.”

You rolled your eyes; of course a guy like this would have a thing for control. And you don’t mind submitting every now and then, but not without putting up a little bit of a fight. It simply wasn’t in your nature to be docile. 

But you were currently trying to rile him up more, show yourself off to him so he could see what could be his if he simply made a little effort. So your hands skimmed across your tummy, steadily trailing upwards until you hooked your fingers underneath your bra before slowly lifting it up, your breasts bouncing free right in front of him. The sharp intake of breath Vegeta took was audible as he stared at your chest and it only made your sense of superiority grow larger. 

“You wicked woman…” He said, voice shaky as he picked up the pace, his hand moving in rough, fast tugs. “You’ve been tempting me on purpose this whole time.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” You answered with fake innocence, though you were sincere. 

“Liar.” Vegeta smirked, his breathing turning rugged with each move of his hand over his cock.

When you fixed your gaze on his cock, already leaking precum as his hand worked faster, you couldn’t help but press your thighs together, trying to create a little friction to alleviate your own arousal. Vegeta’s face was twisted, brows furrowed in a different way than usual, and the blush on his cheeks only made him look vulnerable, a contrast to his usual stoic demeanor. It was turning you on so much to see him like that, and the slick sounds produced from his own strokes was just adding fuel to the fire in your loins. 

You wanted to touch him so bad, and when the precum dripped onto your abdomen, you let out a breathy moan. His eyes were on your face, but you could only watch his hand moving firmly over his erection, trying to bring himself to completion, as more drops kept pooling around your belly. He was grunting and groaning surprisingly quietly, and you suspected that’s how he usually did it when he was alone. 

“You’re thinking about fucking me hard and fast, aren’t you? Maybe even using my tits instead of straight up putting it inside me.” You purred, pushing your breasts together, and making his eyes stare directly at your chest. 

“Is that what you want?” Vegeta asked between groans, smiling wickedly. “To be used by me?”

“Only if I get to use you as well.”

Vegeta let out what was probably a snort, attempting to dismiss your comment, but it only came out as a shaky grunt. He was getting louder and if you had to take a guess, he was just a few seconds away from coming. 

Emboldened by the sounds he was making and the expression on his face, you reached down with one of your hands, wrapping it carefully over the one he had around his cock. He didn’t push you away, only groaned, and let you move in sync with him. 

It only took a few harsh strokes to make Vegeta reach his end, and he growled louder and hoarser than ever before as he spilled his cum all over your stomach, a few droplets even reaching your chest, burning up your skin, making you moan. He let go of his cock then, but you didn’t, helping him ride out his high, moving your hand up and down carefully until he stopped leaking. He grunted and gasped, jaw tense and brows furrowed as he tried to catch his breath. 

You thought he was handsome before, but this side of him, the faces he had made the whole time, only made him much enticing, and you couldn’t wait to see more of him.

Vegeta looked at you with eyes still very much dark and clouded, and you could only smile. 

“Wanna know what I’ve been thinking about when I touch myself?” You asked him, hooking your fingers on the waistband of your pants to pull them down along with your completely soaked underwear. 

#dbz fics #dbz fanfiction #dbz imagine #vegeta x you #vegeta x reader #vegeta #dbz #my writing

[red-apples-stuff]

Inosuke with a calm sister (HCS)

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Pair: Hashibira Inosuke x Sister!Reader

Genre: Fluff, some crack

TW: Mention of yelling, fighting, death and killing. Spoilers???

Note: I'm not death, I promise!! Still here ;^^

Note 2: There is a possibility of writing mistakes, oops. It's not even proofread this time...

-------------⚠️MAY CONTAIN MANGA (?) SPOILERS⚠️---------------

Everyone is shocked at how calm you are, comparing to your brother

As if you were actually Shinobu's sister...

He yells at anyone and everyone because he wants to fight

You are just standing there, smiling sweetly and watching the people who he's yelling at being most of the time terrified

If he destroy things, you are the one being responsible for paying up

Especially towards the Hashira, or Haganezuka, if your brother rip his swords again

Literally anyone thinks that you are the older sibling in this duo... When actually you are the younger than Inosuke

But honestly, it doesn't really matter, you're usually the mature one...

Literally.

In a fight, you always try to come up with strategies and explain to Inosuke that fighting recklessly will bring him absolutely nowhere

But who's listening to you? The brick wall beside you.

So usually, when he ends up being way too beaten up to continue fighting Inosuke style, he finally puts in practice what you told him in the first place

But don't you think he does it for himself...

Inosuke is most likely to finally listen to you when he realize that he cannot protect you anymore because he became too weak

This man will literally do anything to protect you, even doing what he's being told to do

Because he doesn't want to lose you as well as you both lost your mother

You are his only family, and he's sure to protect you with his everything

And of course... Training is a must

He will not let you skip the trainings with him and his friends

Because he wants to make sure that you are capable of defending yourself at the fullest when he's not around

Oh. And one more thing

Consider Zenitsu dead...

Because if this boy tries to even look in your direction, Inosuke is going to unalive him

And while he's trying to kill him, Tanjiro will try to help Zenitsu escape; you and Nezuko will just watch the chaos happing in the distance, preferably inside the house

All while braiding each others hair, of course

Someone... Anyone... Please save Zenitsu...

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #x reader #y/n #fanfic #fanfiction #fiction #writing #demon slayer x reader #inosuke hashibira #inosuke x reader #inosuke headcanons #inosuke x you #inosuke x y/n

[strawberry-cowmilk]

failed exams

-> asmo x mc (platonic or romantic)

-> asmo comforts mc after recieving some upsetting news

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: stress due to school stuff, crying

-----

'Oh nooo, Mc! I lost my shoe somewhere.' Asmo sighed dramatically while rolling over onto his back on the bed next to you. You showed him the Cinderella movie last night and now he's obsessed with 'hiding' one of his shoes and having you put it back on him. He keeps staring at you with his amber eyes until you start looking for the shoe. You laughed a little before getting ready to go find the shoe he always hides under the bed, but your ddd pinged with an incoming email at that exact moment. You got a slight glimpse at the lit up screen, and your heart sank.

'Asmo hold on I got an email from RAD.' you explained. You've never recieved an email from the school before, and Asmo too could sense something was going on. He sat up straight on the bed and read the email with you.

Dear Mc,

We regret to inform you the results you scored on the last exam period were not sufficient enough to be classified as passing grades. We cannot enroll you in further courses as long as you have not passed your classes from your last semester.

However, we wish to give you a chance to retake these exams. These retake exams will take place in two weeks. We advice you to carefully revise the contents of your lectures and books.

We wish you luck with your studies.

Sincerely, RAD team

While you stared blankly at your screen, trying to process what you just read, you could hear Mammon yelling 'damn it' from the living room, Levi laughing very loudly, followed by what sounds like an angry Lucifer chasing Mammon who's escaped the house (save poor mammon). 'Oh! I remember!' Asmo suddenly broke the silence after a while of silence. 'At the last meeting, Diavolo said they'd send an email to those who failed three or more exams.' Your heart dropped again. Seriously? you failed at least three out of the five exams? At least you're not alone in it. Still, you were fighting tears.

The look of pure horror on your face was enough to make Asmo gently embrace you. 'Hey, listen..' he spoke gently, trying to make you feel more at ease. 'Hon, I probably failed some exams too, it's okay, and you can retake them so that's good news, right?' You sought comfort in his hug, carefully pressing yourself closer to him. 'I know it's just.. I worked so hard.' there was a slight crack in your voice and that was when the tears started. Asmo immediately dried your tears with his sleeve. 'It's okay, I'm sure Satan will be happy to tutor you.' he reassured you. 'Just make sure to show up at the right time.' the demon chuckled a little before continuing his story. 'One time Satan was supposed to tutor me but I went shopping instead and ignored all his 'where are you' texts. Guess what that evil guy did.' You smiled a little at Asmo's attempt to cheer you up, which he in turn immediately noticed. 'He went into my bathroom and dissolved all my expensive bath bombs in the sink! I was so mad I almost destroyed half of this house!' You let out a faint laugh. 'Is that why you installed a lock on your bathroom door?' Asmo nodded. 'Yeah! So no crazy blond brother of mine can go inside to bring destruction upon it again.' he slightly released his grip on you when he noticed you were less upset now. He completely forgot about the shoe he hid under the bed as he kissed you on the cheek.

'Hm, anyways, I know you'll do well next time. I believe in you, Mc.'

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me fluff #obey me comfort #asmodeus obey me #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x mc #gn!mc

[dameronscopilot]

okay hi, I hope this okay, but I saw your post about taking a shot at Santi's knees every time you write about him-- but hear me out. This man is a filthy mouthed heathen (and I say that with so much love), but you cannot tell me that he wouldn't turn to putty in your hands if you reversed the roles, and called him out for being so desperate that is willing to blow them out on the spot, just to touch you (or to be touched). Just wanted to share that thought!

(This is more than okay, my inbox is ALWAYS open for spicy thoughts thots)

I'm so obsessed with this concept that I actually blacked out and well...you'll see under the cut 😂 !

Santiago's Shitty Knees Be Damned

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x f!reader

Word Count: 700+ words of Santi's shitty ass knees versus the distraction of your goddamn sundress ✨

NSFW 18+ content below.

Santiago's spent the whole afternoon watching the way the short, teasing hem of your dress flutters delicately high up on your thighs as you flit about at the barbecue. And perhaps you've milked the whole situation just a tad, making sure he gets a generous peek underneath when you bend over directly in front of him.

He's ten shades of frustrated by the time the sun starts going down, so when you finally disappear into the house to use the bathroom, he makes a beeline to follow you.

Dick achingly hard in his pants, he's waiting outside the door for you when you finish. He crowds you right back inside the small room, pushing the door closed as his mouth latches onto yours immediately.

You idly begin to wonder what he has in mind, because the small sink has no counter for you to scoot up on top of. He takes notice of the predicament, and just when you're about to maneuver yourself to bend over the pedestal, you find yourself shoved up against the wall instead.

After shoving down his pants, Santi busies his lips with the swell of your breasts as he slides a hand up your dress, his palms running over the eager slick of arousal that's begun to drip down your thighs.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, palming at his thick, leaking cock with his other hand.

He presses up against you, rubbing his shaft through your slippery folds as his hands reach around to cup just under your ass, pulling you toward him.

He can't be fucking serious.

"Santi, what the fuck are you doing?"

He hefts you up, using his elbows to encourage you to wrap your legs around his waist. He grunts, and you don't have to look down to know his knees are bowing at the effort.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"It looks like you're two seconds from blowing out your shitty ass knees. This is why we don't have sex in this position."

You run a hand through his curls, and his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he leans his head into the touch. You can tell he's fighting off the pain by the way he pushes forward into you slightly.

As he moves, his shaft—which is trapped against his stomach—presses against your clit and tugs at your folds as it rubs against them, and you unconsciously buck your hips.

Santi's caught somewhere between a wince and a moan, but he ultimately grips you tighter, thrusting upward.

And it's hot. It's so fucking hot that this man is so desperate to fuck you, so desperate to get his cock inside of your wet cunt, that he's ready to destroy his busted ass knees just to fuck you up against a wall in the bathroom of a stranger's house.

You tell him as much, and he ruts against you again, nuzzling his nose against your neck, mouthing at the sensitive expanse of skin there.

He nods, and you continue, “You’re so pussy drunk already, Santi. You’ve spent all day thinking about how good it’ll feel to sink your fat dick inside of me when we get home. You’ve been imagining me riding you, my tits bouncing in your face, until you fill me up with cum.”

“Jesus Christ,” he chokes out, his hips trembling, more pre-cum dribbling out of his length.

“But you couldn’t even wait till we left, couldn't hold out to take me apart in the backseat of your truck, because you knew you’d blow your load right there in your pants if I bent over in front of you one more time.”

His breathing grows ragged as he rubs his forehead against your collarbone.

“So instead, you thought you’d fuck me right here, up against a wall, shitty fucking knees be damned."

You reach a hand between you, firmly squeezing his dick, and Santiago whines.

He fucking whines.

"Your legs are two seconds from giving out, and I bet all you can think about is my wet pussy clenching down on your cock."

You shift your hips and adjust his shaft, notching the head against your entrance, and your breath hitches at the teasing stretch to your fluttering hole. Santi's beard scratches your chin as he brings his face to meet yours, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss.

"You'll fight through the pain just so you can fuck me full of your cum and make me walk back out there with it sloshing around in my underwear."

A strangled sound leaves Santi's mouth, and he growls, "Fuck my knees," as he finally plunges his cock inside of you.

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[astroyongie]

Discovering Empty Houses - Part Two

Part One

7th Empty House

the 7th house rule your relationships, your partnerships, how you find yourself on love and how your personality is involving on it. When empty, the 7th house mostly talks about the issue that love is in your life, the issues you have to commit yourself or to find a partner that truly shares your life 

Aries: Relationships are a complicated topic when it comes to Aries ruler of Mars, since they view their relationship mostly through sex or physical interaction. They tend to be too intense, too selfish in love, sometimes even aggressive when they feel vulnerable or betrayed. 

Taurus: They are just so possessive that they destroy their own relationships from the inside. Taurus think they will be able to build something, and at the end, they destroy it all due to their stubbornness 

Gemini: They don’t know what they want. They are never happy with what they have, they are too superficial as well. They want a relationship with good social status, someone with power and rich. Their high expectations are what blocks them from being happy. They easily hurt people as well 

Cancer: They do suffer, people with this placement. Relationships are just so important, but their vibration is so low, that people see them as someone too pessimist to be with. They go too fast, too intensely, too much, making them “impossible” to love 

Leo: Leo’s are distant in love, they are too focused on themselves. The thing is, Leo want someone that will cherish and love them, they want someone who will put them first above everything. They are too demanding which creates issues in their relationships 

Virgo: They have commitment issues because they don’t trust the other party and they find themselves always controlling the life of their partner which makes them extremely toxic. Virgo can’t help it. They also pretend not to like the idea of love and family. 

Libra: They play way too much, they are known as cheater, as completely detached from love.They want to have fun, but whenever it’s time to get in a commitment, they run away. Libra lacks judgement and lacks inner balance to be in a commitment. They also can get extremely co dependent of someone which makes people run away from them.

Scorpio: They have huge commitment issues in all levels, they cannot trust people, they cannot love, they feel stuck and they are unable to show the vulnerable part of themselves. Either in love of friendship, they are people that are lonely most of the time 

Sagittarius: This placement is known to be a cheating placement. Saggs are too adventurous, they need their freedom away from relationships. They usually start to feels tuck or bored if they stay in a commitment for too long. They will naturally be reckless and leave the relationship or even break it. 

Capricorn: They are known to be the ones that are unable to feel love. That’s because they see relationships as something they can take profit of, and Capris lack the emotional side. they are also too focused on their professional life to even consider a true relationship. 

Aquarius: Extremely detached from relationships and even friendships, they are natural cheaters, natural manipulators. They are unable to reciprocate the feeling, and they get bored too easily. “love isn’t for me”. 

Pisces: Pisces is a sign way to dreamy. When in empty, this placement talks about the fact that you have way too high expectations, you have a precise idea of what you want love to be. People with this placement are easily disappointed in relationships since they cannot find what they expect 

8th Empty House

This placement lacks judgment and in my opinion the most dangerous placement o have depending on certain signs. People with empty 8th, will always put themselves in danger in the most complicate ways, they experience a lot of things and they aren’t afraid of death. 

Aries: They truly have a problem, like Aries will have dangerous sexual behaviors (sleeping with many people without protection for example). They easily pick fights with people. As if getting a beating would make them feel more alive 

Taurus: Don’t get fooled, because Taurus could literally kill for the fun and the thrill of it. They are unstable. Sex can be used for them to feel loved and desired, but they will destroy things if they feel betrayed. Taurus also put themselves in danger around food. 

Gemini: The biggest gossiper in Town, Gemini will tell lies and built himself on something that isn’t true. They hold many secrets, and sometimes that will kill them from the inside. 

Cancer: Cancer are destructive, both to themselves and other people and they can be extremely mean too. They put themselves in emotional danger. They can manipulate people to get what they want, they use people as they wish to full the void on them

Leo: The way they put themselves in danger isn’t ironic. They can be very impatient, putting themselves In situation where their life could be at risk. They are too stupid sometimes and they easily fall for that dangerous and luxurious situation they know will kill them

Virgo: The inside of their heads are just so scary. They are torn between controlling their future and their own faith and in another hand their just want to say fuck it all and let death take them. Virgo’s self pity themselves 

Libra: Just like Leo’s, Libra’s will put themselves in danger, mostly in the world of sex, of seduction. They will have the tendency to go toward the hallway they know they shouldn’t take. But they aren’t scared of what is awaiting them, they are dependent of that feeling of danger and loss 

Scorpio: Scorpios are extremely self destructive, to others and to themselves. They use sex for example to hide their true form, to forget about the world, they will put themselves out there be public dangers without feeling a thing on their core. They are very empty. 

Sagittarius: They will be the first ones to die, they just do stupid shit and get hurt each time, like they have a death wish and are adrenaline junkies. They will sleep with anything, they will climb tops with no security, adventurous themselves in dark woods. They are too reckless

Capricorn: Usually Caps are very smart and they use their heads, but with this placement  everything is blurry. They will still use people to their own goals and projects, but they have the tender to work on their own grave, they dig it themselves. 

Aquarius: They are so chaotic and it can be dangerous. Not only will they use sex as a way to bargain and get what they want, they also don’t feel a thing. Aquarius are prone to hurt themselves and people, they are prone to lack empathy and to see death as an old time friend 

Pisces: They can be equally self destructive even more when Neptune is the Ruler of Pisces. They fantasize about death, about pain, about the bad things that could arrive to them. They escape the world on their own mind and it can be dangerous. 

9th Empty House

The change of fear is usually on this placement. It’s funny that some astrologers will use this placement to explain things such as racism, homophobia, xenophobia and other things. 9th empty is all for people that are too attached to their roots and their believes and are too scared to look beyond 

Aries: They lack self respect and emotion toward other people. They are attached to their principal that only the strongest one will survive in the jungle. The ones that are weak don’t deserve to be where they are. Superiority complex 

Taurus: They usually have intuition and they are able to tell differences, but in empty, Taurus believes that people shouldn’t go around and give themselves to everyone. Food is sacred and scary. Possessions are their only, they get envious. They are scared to be poor, to live in misery. 

Gemini: Losing their memory is something that scares them, they hate when they cannot expression themselves, when they can’t talk. They believe that they are righteous over everything, which makes them superficial to their own beliefs.  

Cancer: On modern astrology, they are to blame to behaviors such as homophobia, or they don’t like “non modern families”, for example women that don’t marry. empty Cancer are scared of losing their place in their family, they don’t like their culture and their tradition being questioned 

Leo: Their own values lie within themselves, they believe only on what they grew up on. They will build their own principals on their experiences, using their heart to know what’s true and what’s not. However they still judge themselves superiors or better than the others 

Virgo:  They are very stubborn with their religion or ethics and they won’t accept anything else. They are closed minded, they judge easily other principals and values that aren’t their. They fear change. 

Libra: they are just unstable, they will always be changing their values and their life philosophy, they don’t really have anything on themselves. They will feed their own ethics based on the people they are with 

Scorpio: They believe that relationships should be in a way, they believe religion is this or that, they have values that are emotionally linked with themselves and they cannot handle when other people don’t share the same vision as them

Sagittarius: Empty sag believe that people should be entitled to whatever they want. They aren’t very annoying, but they see things like education, ethics, religion as things that don’t matter to the world 

Capricorn: They aren’t believers, they only believe on what they have seen wit their own eyes, and their roots are every deep within the knowledge and the wiseness of concrete stuff 

Aquarius: They are very suspicious of people, they believe in theories of the universe, they don’t believe In politics or in what the actual world is. They have some trust issues and they aren’t attached to traditional values 

Pisces: Usually it’s a very empathic and intuitive placement, but empty 9th will strip them away from their intuition. They are scared of their reality, they are scared of their own feelings and of themselves 

10th Empty House

10th empty is all about your work, your status, your public image, your project. The active and working life in general and with empty it’s mostly how people can’t find a job that goes well with them, can’t get their project to work, they are usually lazy, they don’t like to work in general and they can’t stay organize. 

Aries: Aries aren’t lazy, but because they do things too fast or because they don’t think things through they need up with projects that don’t work and it makes them very angry each time something don’t work 

Taurus: They are extremely lazy, like extremely lazy. They don’t want to work and they would prefer to have someone that will work and provide for them. Yet they are very attached to luxury and rich, but they want it to be given to them 

Gemini: The social life is very important to Gemini, they usually want to be on top of things but when it’s empty, they always find a way to fuck up things because they cannot hold their tongues. They think too much but don’t put enough in practice. 

Cancer: cancer just give up too easily on things, they will be starting a project, two days later they will stop doing them because they find it too difficult to do. Then they feel pessimist and they feel like they aren’t worth it. 

Leo: They are lazy by nature, they want things to be done on their way. They are demanding, narcissistic, egoistic, like the boss the want things to be quick but won’t be moving their butt 

Virgo: They are a little too organized, but they can be lazy to finish things. They will do everything by the book, but they take too much time to finish and they are unable o handle when something don’t go as their planned. 

Libra: Unable to stay organized, they jungle between doing this and doing that. They change their mind each time, jobs aren’t stable either and their popularity will change throughout time 

Scorpio: Due to their emotional side they are unable to stay focus on things, or they always mix their professional life with their emotional which can be quite troublesome 

Sagittarius: They are not organized at all. They do too many things at the same time which makes them lose track of things. They become irresponsible in their working field and they have too many ideas. 

Capricorn: Capris are goo with work, it’s their placement. But when they are empty, they can become tyrannics, they put too much order on things, they are too rude and too oriented. 

Aquarius: it’s not a surprise that Aquarius are chaotic and they usually are unable to stay with one job when they have this placement in empty. They always changing, always finding other things to do, they are unable to be organized. 

Pisces: They can be very lazy, because they spend too much time imagining how they want things to work, how it would be nice to do this or that, and they end up doing nothing because they are too escapists. 

11th Empty House

The 11Th empty house is usually about the fact people cannot hold friendships for long. People don’t seem to stuck around. People with this empty house usually feel alone, or like their don’t have luck in their life since their manifestation are blocked and their social life doesn’t exist much; an introvert placement 

Aries: They are seen as the bad guy, the one, no one wants to be around because they have a heavy energy and they are too egressive with their looks and their words. 

Taurus: They are way too lazy to keep friendships. However they are also possessive of the ones they got so people usually get fed up and leave. 

Gemini: If there is one reason Gemini cannot hold friendships or a social status for long it’s because their tongue is too wide, and between gossips and lies, they twist things and people get annoyed by their noisy selves 

Cancer: The fact that they are unable to maintain friendships for long is mostly because they are too pessimist, they are always negative, too sensitive and just a company that most people don’t appreciate. Cancer feel like the world is against them 

Leo: No one wants to Hang with someone that only cares about themselves, who are over dramatic over the smallest things. Leo hold status very high and they suffer a lot when it’s removed from them 

Virgo: Virgo is usually too focused on their own goals to keep much attention to their partnerships in general. People don’t want to be around them because they tend to be too judgmental over the smallest things. 

Libra: Like always they are just too unstable to have healthy relationships. People always end up leave them and Libra has huge over dependence issues over people due to that fear since they just want to be appreciated and loved

Scorpio: They don’t trust people, they aren’t nice, Scorpio is too violent sometimes and they just annoying to people not to want to be around them when it comes to friendships. Scorpios also don’t find that contact a necessity 

Sagittarius: Sagg is like one of the most social signs ever, however with empty, they have difficulties to maintain friendships because they themselves get bored easily with the people they hang out it. they need constant novelty 

Capricorn: Capri is too focused on their personal growth to care about friendships, however they do suffer when they don’t have any social status or when people reject them 

Aquarius: Their lack of empathy is the number one reason why their friendships and their status don’t work well. Aquarius don’t give a damn about things and they are just naturally excluded 

Pisces: They are seen as the weird folk, Pisces are usually very different, they are seen as the ones that aren’t very stable in their head so people naturally get distance from them

12th Empty House

A spiritual journey. Empty 12th is about people that don’t lead well with anything involving the mind, the subconscious, the inner self. They have blockages in their mental health despite their huge spiritual power. 

Aries: They feel overly misunderstood in their life, just because they have some anger issues. they wish that people would be more patient with them. They are natural talents with their instinct 

Taurus: They have a huge intuition, but they have a difficulty to cope with food or their own appearance. Taurus feel easily pressured and depressed 

Gemini: They just cannot handle the rumors on them, the bad mouths, their own over thinking thoughts. their mind are too loud and they just wish to make it more quiet 

Cancer: They are just so so sensitive despite their high intuition. They are natural empaths, they feel things on a deep level which is also a huge problem, since they are sponges. Easily depressed. 

Leo: They are just so scared not to shine, to be worthless, not to be capable to archiving things and that people will loo, down on them. They hide their true identity and they just wish not to care about other people 

Virgo: They cannot handle the stress, the pressure, their easily get OCD because they are just too scared to lose control over things. They don’t deal well at all with negative feelings 

Libra: Again, they are super unstable. Either it’s mental health, stress, anxiety, fears, they don’t deal well with any of it and they get completely loss when they fall into a dark pit 

Scorpio: They don’t cope well with their own emotions. Things are too intense and they don’t know how to feel or express them which can become very dangerous to themselves and people around them.

Sagittarius: sags has no self confidence and they usually get lost trying to find themselves. They are negative and their unfortunately out their negative emotions out to other people 

Capricorn: Pressure and stress, overwork is not something they deal well with, and they can easily get lost on their own misery. Capri are scared to be a failure for people and themselves 

Aquarius: They lack empathy and intuition but they have such an amazing head and though, their instinct is amazing. Yet they struggle a lot with the social life and fitting in the society and the world. 

Pisces: They have the capacity to become mediums or working in the spirits realm, but usually their own mind is too foggy and it spots them to reach that level. They are depressed, melancholics and the difficulty can make them turn themselves on drugs for example 

#astrology #empty houses

[magicalmanhattanproject]

Hermitcraft TMA Alignments

Because Grian is not Eye aligned and I will die on that hill. Thanks @betweenlands for letting me bounce ideas off you.

BDoubleO - Corruption - He loves you and he will die for you and he does not care if you want him to or not. He is incredibly over invested and incredibly over zealous and there are things growing on him and in him.

Cubfan135 - Adelard Dekkar - Could align himself to any power he wants, but won’t. Can and will encase you in concrete.

Docm77 - Extinction/Desolation - Just look at him. So Extinction aligned it’s not even funny, but if you had to pick another fear, he also has a fondness specifically for breaking and destroying so Desolation it is.

Etho’s Lab - End - Laid back and chill. Doesn’t bother going out and catching prey. You will come to him eventually. All returns to Ethoslab. Everyone is terrified of him even though he never actually does anything.

FalseSymmetry - Buried - Every season she says “Is anyone gonna dig a massive hole all the way to bedrock?” and then doesn’t wait for an answer.

GeminiTay - Web - Very good at getting other people to do stuff for her. Excellent at getting people to not realize how murdery she is until she wants them to. Will play a character she refers to as “spicy neutral” and still get assigned Mom Friend.

GoodTimesWithScar - Dark - Doesn’t light up his builds :(

Grian - Web - Creates situations, causes problems, throws people together to see how they react. Also, is capable of scheduling events involving hermits, which does require eldritch abilities. Traffic Grian can have a little Slaughter, as a treat.

Hypnotizd - Joshua Gillespie - Not super aligned to any particular fear, but that’s because he’s just generally doing pretty okay. Good for him! Would not open the coffin labeled Do Not Open.

iJevin - Vast - Endbuster supreme. Probably the hermit who is most comfortable out over the End. 

ImpulseSV - Vast - Expert bedrock breaker. Excellent at accessing the endless void and making it easy to toss people inside.

Iskall - Hunt - Literally a hitman. Being bad at it doesn’t change the fact that that’s her job. Will kill you for money or for any other reason. 

Joe Hills - Spiral - A fractal. If you put Joe Hills under a microscope, his atoms are wearing chroma key green glasses. To be clear, he’s not Spiral because he’s weird. He’s here because he’s so utterly human that it makes you unsure what you are yourself.

Keralis - Vast - House big :)

Mumbo Jumbo - Extinction/Desolation - He will kill you with the fucked up machines that he makes. He will kill you so dead with his fucked up machines

PearlescentMoon - Spiral - Constantly shifting and changing bases with an absurd amount of detail to stare at and get lost in. All your animals are upside down and none of your shears are named what you thought they were.

Rendog - Stranger - Mans cannot keep a consistent persona for more than about 8 seconds at a time. Who is the real Rendog? Anyone and everyone.

Stressmonster - Slaughter - Loves biting and killing and violence and murder.

TangoTek - Eye - He will put you in Situations just to watch you struggle and he will laugh while he does. Everything he does is to make people amuse him, but more playing to an audience than Grian’s Web alignment.

TinFoilChef - Buried - DIG

VintageBeef - Flesh - Sometimes he turns into a silly little alien guy for reasons he does not explain. Also, butcher.

Welsknight - Stranger - Out of time and out of step with the people around him and haunted by a horrifying dark version of himself. A stranger (Midwesterner) in a stranger land (Tennessee). 

xBCrafted - Lonely - Loves building post apocalyptic wastelands in which he seems to be the only one surviving. Does not love spending time around most other people.

Xisuma - Eye - General “has peeped the horrors” type vibes. Also excellent at watching over the other hermits while preferring to keep a distance and do nothing at all except watch.

Zedaph -  Spiral - Look at the Cave of Contraptions and tell me that’s not the work of utter madness.

ZombieCleo - Stranger - A lot of people seem to think she’s an obvious choice for the End like she doesn’t spend most of her time making uncanny and horrifying facsimiles of life. Last Life Cleo can have a little Desolation, as a treat.

#hermitcraft #tma #the magnus archives #very surprised i managed to get all the fears represented #to be clear #doc is more extinctiony than mumbo is #in that he's more terrifying and a bigger threat #but also mumbo is a better argument for the extinction's existence #a world eater can very easily be called desolation aligned #but iwht mumbo like #how else do you explain him? #they're extinction for the same reason (breaking the game) but only mumbo would eat a computer #tmau #the hermit archives

[jaim-inhothekid]

⚓︎ 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

[ W.C ! ] : 2k

[ Summary ! ] : Former admiral Aokiji Kuzan was captured by fleet admiral Akainu Sakazuki, abandoned by his crew and on his way to marineford – where he is due to be executed, Sakazuki decides to stop by and bid his goodbye. | NSFW ; Canon x Canon

⌗ ✎ Author's Note : This is a work commissioned by the lovely @uminozerol !! If you're interested in commissioning me as well, here's my sheet!

Kuzan has never been one to regret his own actions. Free will allows people to choose the paths that better resonate with themselves, either they are ‘good’ or ‘bad’. It doesn't really matter because facing the reality of things, more often than not, you are forced to make choices you normally wouldn't want to make and take paths you'd rather not go. Paths that you'd never see yourself going, until – by one of life's accursed twists – you see that you have no choice.

So maybe there's no free will, after all.

Kuzan did not regret the stupid things he had done in his youth, golden years spent under the unforgiving sun of the south, laughing until the corners of his mouth stung and living each day like the next would never come. Kuzan recalled the rotten crowds and questionable friendships that have gotten him in too much trouble to count, but also gave him the best core memories. The first bottle of booze he thought he could down – and that had him vomiting his guts out in a dim lighted alley. The redhead who lived two blocks away from his house, who kissed him like she was trying to rip a chunk out of his lips but at least let him sneak a hand under her shirt.

Kuzan did not regret joining the marines, neither did he regret the life that he chose for himself. Kuzan fools himself into thinking that he does not regret what happened in Ohara and what he did to Saul, or at least he tries, empty attempts of reassuring himself with the fact that what has been done cannot be undone, what was done needed to be done. Because living in denial proves itself again and again to be easier than holding oneself accountable, guilt spreads itself like a cancer, so it's better to pretend you're just another victim of unfortunate circumstances. The executioner desperately seeks to be guiltless, even though he knows he does not have anyone to blame for the blood on his hands.

Kuzan does regret ever having anything to do with Teach, regrets stepping foot on that ship, regrets shaking the man's filthy hand – no amount of drawn out, icy cold showers seemed to wash away the feeling of wrongness left behind by that exchange, palms together, rings made of brass painted gold with equally fake gemstones biting into the leather of Kuzan's glove, a lecherous smirk lacking teeth, you are just as bad as me.

But nothing could ever compare to the regret he felt when he saw the warship approaching in the distance, the sky and the sea morphing into a hellish scenery of scarlet hues, magma falling from the sky in the shape of meteors – a pair of severe brown eyes, glaring down at him with the fury of a God, as if seeing Kuzan still alive was a personal insult, worth of revulsion. The raft was destroyed, and Teach, cowardly pest he is, didn't think twice about running away with the show of horror he calls a crew. Leaving Kuzan behind at the mercy, or absolute lack of it, of Sakazuki.

The saddened looks from the marines weighting on Kuzan's back were akin to having his skin prickled with several tiny needles all at once as he was all but hurled into the ship, a feeling of incoming doom trailed behind him like a devil as he was guided across the deck and down the stairs leading to a solitary cell. Something ugly and heavy curled inside his chest and dropped to the pit of his stomach, for a second Kuzan thought of himself wearing the skin of a lamb being led to its slaughter, watched with great despair by the remaining herd.

The ones who looked at him with anger and indignation were easier to ignore, the ones whose faces he recognized from years of service alongside, not so much. A small part of Kuzan was grateful that Garp was nowhere to be seen – he was sure that having to look the man whom he owed so much in the eyes as a foe, would've broken him. Once a protégé, now just another one to serve as proof of Garp's insistent habit of raising enemies.

And now, restrained by sea-stone chains and sitting on the dirty floor below deck of a warship headed to marineford, Kuzan starts to come to terms with the fact that maybe he is indeed just as bad as Teach. By willingly walking into his lair, by willingly following his orders, by willingly making himself an enemy of what once he stood for like a loyal dog – treachery has been mankind's most unforgivable crime since the dawn of time.

Kuzan was shaken out of his descending spiral by the sound of heavy footsteps trailing down the hall, growing steadily louder as they approached the heavy door that guarded his cell. Something jingled from outside of it, then came the rattling of keys against the metal, Kuzan winced and grit his teeth as it was forced open with a loud screeching noise, the wooden flooring below it scratched beyond repair from what seemed to be years of repeated damage. The person stepped into the cell, and the door made the same agony inducing noise as it was slammed shut. Kuzan tilted his head up to assess his visitor, begrudgingly and sluggishly slow, he was never good at feigning interest – facing the current circumstances, he just couldn't be bothered to try.

His gaze went up, up, and up. Like trying to search the eyes of a titan, Sakazuki's figure stood big and imposing inside the cramped room, making it seem even smaller. The look Sakazuki was giving him made his skin crawl with the need to hide, eyes as dark as whiskey at the bottom of the barrel – burning with hate, like a raging volcano. Kuzan tried to pull his chained arms to his front, succeeding only on making the sea-stone dig further into his back.

“You,” Kuzan sighed heavily, eyes falling shut in a hopeless attempt of escapism, interactions with Sakazuki were always unbelievably draining, and he was already exhausted. “What do you want?”

“Watch your fucking tone around me, scum,” Sakazuki all but spat the words at him, lips pulled back in a grotesque snarl, exposing clenched teeth. “After the stunt you pulled, you should be thankful I'm being merciful enough to dignify you with a proper execution, instead of letting you sink with that joke of a ship.”

Kuzan let his head fall back until it thumped against the wall, only then opening his eyes again to stare at the ceiling. Once again he thought of himself as a lamb being led to the slaughter, only now, his neck was bared to the butcher. “How sweet. Didn't imagine you, of all people, to be so caring.”

“Don't get cheeky,” Sakauzki scoffed, approaching Kuzan with firm steps, Sakazuki shoves two fingers under the collar chaining Kuzan's neck and pulls. Kuzan is forcibly risen to his knees, coughing and sputtering as the pressure of the sea-stone combined with Sakazuki's force crushes his windpipe. “That tongue of yours is too loose for a man who'll be dead within the next few hours.”

Being on his knees in front of Sakazuki brought back memories that felt centuries old, times of conflicting feelings and troubled relationships, because there never was a resemble of normalcy between the two. Like cats and dogs, always lunging at each other's throats – engaging in hurried, no-strings-attached flings in deserted hallways kept them from tearing each other apart. Kuzan can tell that Sakazuki's mind must be straying as well, being eye-level with the growing bulge in the older male's pants.

“Did you come here to say goodbye?” Kuzan asks, a cheeky hint of smugness in his tone, lips quirking into a fleeting ghost of a smirk. The ridges of Sakazuki's neck became dangerously pronounced at the provocation, square jaw visibly tensed, but instead of denying – the older male squeezes his bulging cock with his free hand.

“To remind you that the only thing you were ever good for was being my bitch,” Sakazuki let go of Kuzan's collared neck with a careless shove, hands moving to unbuckle his belt. Unzipping his pants and tugging them down along with his boxers to fit snug under his balls. Sakazuki pumps himself to full hardness, swiping a thumb over his tip and smearing precum up and down the thick shaft. “You know what to do.”

Kuzan leans forward to dip his tongue at the weeping slit, earning a sharp exhale from the other man, Sakazuki twitches against his tongue and Kuzan is eager to take the first inch of his cock into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down to take a feel of it. Hollowing his cheeks, Kuzan works his tongue on the underside of Sakazuki's cock to trace the sensitive vein that runs along his shaft, snorting when the older male bucks his hips and groans. Still got it.

“Did you put that mouth to work while on that disgrace of a crew?” Sakazuki growls, taking a fistful of Kuzan's hair to pull the man further down his cock, crushing Kuzan's nose on his pelvic bone. Kuzan shoots him a heated glare from under his lashes, Sakazuki scoffs. One hand tightly tangled on Kuzan's hair, serving as leverage for the older male to fuck his mouth, while the other wrapped itself around his neck, thumb pressing down to feel the outline of his dick bulging through the other's throat. “Wouldn't surprise me, knowing how much you love to choke on a dick.”

Kuzan scrapes his teeth along the shaft in response, making Sakazuki hiss and rip Kuzan off his cock. Kuzan takes a deep inhale, grimacing when it immediately starts to burn in his lungs. “You jealous?”

“You wish,” Sakazuki barked, giving himself a few rough pumps before kicking Kuzan in the chest to make him lie down, Kuzan bites back a pained groan as his skull hits the ground with an unnecessary amount of force, he isn't spared a second to recover – as Sakazuki's hands immediately fly over to his pants, tearing through the fabric to expose his hole to the room's stale air.

Sakazuki lets saliva pool in his mouth before lowering his head to spit a fat glob onto Kuzan's winking rim, wasting no time on pushing it in with the leaking tip of his cock. Kuzan grit his teeth and scrunched his eyes shut – saliva was a terrible substitute for lube in any scenario, but especially this one, where Sakazuki only made sure to get his dick wet enough to prevent chafing. The first few inches felt like they were ripping him apart, chopped clean in the middle like a log, Sakazuki threw his head back with a deep groan as his length sank into Kuzan. Kuzan let out a long exhale when Sakazuki finally bottoms out after what seemed like forever. “Fucker.”

Sakazuki only granted him a self satisfied smirk as he pulled out slowly, until he could barely see the tip of his dick inside Kuzan's hole, then slamming back in with a downright punishing force. Ripping out a shout from Kuzan.

Sakazuki immediately fell into rhythm, harsh and cruel thrusts that punched the air out of Kuzan lungs, bullying his prostate and making his eyes roll to the back of his head. The heat of Sakazuki's scorching palms digging into his hips drove him crazy, along with the dizzying pain that watered down into masochistic pleasure – chest to chest, looking into each other's with the same raging urge to bite and scratch and claw at the other from so many years ago, Sakazuki's sharp brown melting onto Kuzan's plain back.

Their mouths clashed into an animalistic kiss with more teeth than tongue, snarls and broken moans melding in the same breath, Sakazuki bit his lip and sucked at the cut – Kuzan clenched around Sakazuki like a vice when the taste of his own blood hit his tongue.

He didn't regret a damn thing.

#one piece #akainu #aokiji #aokiji kuzan #akainu sakazuki #kuzan x sakazuki #aokiji x akainu #my stuff !!

[hiimkay]

Alive (Imagine)

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Word Count: 1.3k words

Summary: During a mission to take back control of a stolen American missile, Price sends Task Force 141 into Hassan's territory. You were trained rigorously in the art of infiltration and were assigned to enter the main building and recalibrate the missile in time, although things don't go according to plan.

Warnings: TW! VIOLENCE AGAINST THE MAIN CHARACTER IN A SECOND PERSON POV. gun violence, blood/injury, explosions, swearing, just general special forces operations and the dangers that come with them (C/N: codename)

Another Ghost imagine? Who would've thought? Me, I thought. I'm in love with my 6'4" mystery murder man and I will say that until the day that I die. Y'all are just stuck with it until I die.

The humming in your ear became a background noise, almost a comfort as you made your way into the house Hassan’s men had reportedly been keeping the controls for one of their stolen missiles in. Your job? Find the controls, kill Hassan’s men, disarm the missile if possible.

It was a race against the clock, in your mind anyway, and you felt the weight of several eyes on you even if those eyes couldn’t actually see you. Ghost and Soap were up at a vantage point, snipers ready and eyes watching closely for any unfriendly movement. Price and Gaz were down on the ground, searching through the rest of the uninhabited buildings for any left behind clues as to where Hassan was and what he was trying to destroy. Ghost was supposed to go with them, but he insisted on staying back with Soap because “an extra pair of eyes is always better.”

Price and Gaz spread out amongst the small compound, staying silent to keep from compromising your position. Little did you know, it had been compromised before you even entered the building.

The men Hassan left behind to guard the controls knew you were there, silently following behind you as you made your way through the house. No one had been sent in to clear the building before you and you thought the men in the entry way were the only ones inside. After you had taken them down, you listened for signs of movement or life and found nothing. You didn't bother to check the darkened corners of each room, which would prove to be a big mistake.

As you found the room Hassan had previously been set up in, you froze. The controls for the missile were gone, only an eerily empty space against the wall where they should have been, which meant he knew you were there.

“Price, this is C/N, get everyone away from the buildings. They know we’re here.” Your voice was quiet, but you knew he was listening.

“What are you talking about? C/N what’s going on in there?” Your eyes scanned the room quickly and you spotted the explosive charges placed on every wall of the room. Your heart pounded under your vest as you turned to find two of Hassan’s men standing there waiting for you. You took a shot at the first one, hitting him right between the eyes. That only left enough time for the second one to hit you with the butt of his rifle, knocking you back onto the floor. “Soap, Ghost, either of you got eyes on them?” Price asked into the radio.

“Negative, no sight, sir,” Soap replied.

“Nothing,” Ghost added.

“Where did you take the controls?” You asked, pushing yourself to your feet and pointing your rifle at him.

“You cannot stop us, and you will burn for what your government has done.” The man’s accent was thick, but it didn’t stop the venom from seeping through his words. He held up the detonation device, hovering his thumb over the button.

“Dammit, C/N, how copy?” Price called out.

“Ghost, any sign of life outside my location?” You asked, ignoring Price’s callout.

“Negative,” he replied.

“Then get everybody home safe. Yourself, too.”

“C/N-“

“Thanks, Simon.” You thought about Gaz, Price, Soap, you thought about the whole team going up in flames. Then you thought about Ghost. He’d be listening in on the radio, watching every window of the building for any sign of you. As long as everyone else could get out safe, you'd settle in and give up your own life. But not without a fight.

You rocked forward, slamming the barrel of your rifle into the man’s stomach and stunning him just long enough to tackle him to the ground. The two of you landed in a pile with a thud and you felt his fist crunch against your nose. Warm liquid rolled down your face as you returned the favor, feeling a burning sensation in the bridge of your nose. The man’s hand found your throat, squeezing in on your windpipe.

He pushed you down onto your back and regained his footing as he took every ounce of air from your lungs. Your vision grew blurry and you could barely make out his hand holding the detonator once again. A small, echoed beep signaled that the detonator was activated. At most, you had 30 seconds. The man disappeared from the doorway and you pulled yourself up off the ground, clutching your rifle as you stumbled into the wall.

“C/N, do you copy?!” Someone was shouting to you over the radio, but you couldn’t make out who. Your legs gave out from underneath you and you felt it for the first time in a while. Defeat. The beeping started to quicken, begging you to keep pushing, but you couldn’t get up. Your legs felt like water and your head pounded insufferably. In some naïve way you hoped that by staying behind, some higher power might be moved and spare your teammates.

When the explosives went off, the heat hit you before anything else. Throwing you from one end of the building to the other, your back stung in agonizing pain and your ears rang deafeningly. Shrapnel hit you in the few places your gear couldn’t cover and you laid on your stomach, processing the impact. You wished you had just died in the explosion, because living proved to be far more painful. You thought you could hear the faintest sound of movement, or maybe voices, but the ringing wouldn’t let you decipher.

You hoped that the rest of 141 was retreating back to the transport aircraft before more of them could be hurt. Hassan was still on the run and he still held the controls for two American missiles. A pained moan ripped from your throat as the adrenaline began to wear off and the reality of your injuries hit you like a truck. You tried to move your arms and legs but could only go a few inches before retracting back to the least uncomfortable position you could be in with a curdled scream.

A body slowly came into view through the flames and rubble. You could now hear that they were trying to talk to you but couldn’t make out what they were saying. You felt yourself get lifted up and cried out in pain, but the arms that held you still provided a sense of comfort. Someone came for you, and as mad as you would be normally, you were grateful that you at least wouldn't be dying in that building.

"You're bloody reckless, you know that?" His muffled, raspy voice broke through the ringing in your ears and you dropped your head against his shoulder in exhaustion.

"Are they… okay?" You croaked. Ghost looked down at you in his arms. Even in agonizing pain, you cared more about the rest of the team than yourself. He admired that about you, among other things.

"Everyone's fine." You smiled weakly, letting your eyes close.

"Good."

"Open your eyes, C/N. Keep them open." You groaned, forcing your eyelids open again. "You can't die on me," Ghost mumbled, moving quickly as he approached the aircraft. You could feel the thumping of the propellers as he climbed the ramp, clutching onto your body tightly.

"Jesus Christ, they're alive?" Soap asked, moving to look closer at you.

"They're lucky-"

"They saved your life, show some fucking respect." Ghost snapped, moving toward the front of the plane where the emergency medkits were stored. He laid you carefully on the floor, cringing at the small whimper you let out. He grabbed one of the kits and did his best to bandage what he could and cover any of your burns in the salve provided as the aircraft returned to base.

Once he had done everything he could with what he had, he sat back and looked down at you. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your face was splattered with soot and blood. You moved your arm slowly, reaching for his gloved hand. He stiffened at the contact, looking down at you with widened eyes.

"Thank you for coming back for me," you breathed. He wasn't sure what to say, so he gave your hand a small squeeze and offered an appreciative look of his own.

#ghost imagine #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #fanfic #imagine #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #cod

[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!! Welcome to the LAST chapter of The Moon ahhh! Can’t believe we have finally made it, and I hope you guys love it. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has read, liked, or interacted with this fic. Epilogue will be out either next week or the following. Stay tuned for a surprise at the end ;) enjoy!!

Pairing: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: cursing, angst, sexual content, adult content, minors DNI

Word count: 6.5k

PART 13:

Lavender.

So calming and beautiful. It grows wild, with no care. Sprouting up wherever it pleases, leaving beautiful splashes of purple. Free, without conviction.

Something that was the opposite of how you felt at this moment. That’s what you chose to lather yourself in, lavender lotion, in some mediocre attempt to calm yourself down. A portion of you was full of dread and anxiety. Knowing whatever conversation would take place soon would be uncomfortable and upsetting. A part of you was fucking over it. You had been so sick over this and you were over feeling this way, vomiting anytime your brain would run. Then lastly, a small part of you was excited. He was here. He was back in your house. You glanced up at the mirror, your eyes were sunken. God you looked like shit. You wished you had known he was coming by, you would have cleaned and fixed up. You didn’t want him to know how pathetic you felt on the inside. In your mind, if you looked better and your house was neat, it would help Sam remember how you two lived here- happily. Instead you felt like a shell of a person inside of a house haunted by past times.

Sam sat in your living room patiently waiting for you. You had an instinct just to hide in your room rather than face him. You had told yourself a thousand times if you had only had a chance to speak with him you could make things right. You would know exactly what to say and everything would be okay.

That wasn’t the case in reality.

You rummaged around in your room for something to wear. What was the dress code for getting your heart re-broken? Your stomach swam with anxiety as you tried to piece together what exactly Jake could have said to him. Did he go into detail as to what happened between you two? Did he tell Sam what he told you? The possibilities seemed endless. Fuck. Focus. You stomped around your room eventually grabbing a large army green band tee with small holes in the bottom and a pair of black satin sleep shorts. Your hair was a sopping mess and there was bubble bath behind your ear. You scrunched your hair out with your towel a few times until it was no longer dripping, then ran a brush through it. Not your normal hair care routine, but it will do. Next your face, also fucked. You attempted to fluff out your lashes, but they had been destroyed with all of the crying. So you took a spoolie through them and at least had them all in the same direction. You slathered on a small amount of moisturizer, hoping it might make you look more human again. Then you threw on a pair of slippers and a spritz of body spray. It couldn’t help to smell good. Right? You stared at the wall for a few minutes before gaining the gall to venture out of your room. You felt like you were in a horror movie, walking through an eerie hallway before an impending jumpscare. But that feeling abandoned your chest when you saw the silhouette of the man you loved sitting on your couch. You froze in your tracks, taking in the outline that you hadn’t seen in days. You wanted to crawl into his lap and never leave. Before your mind could catch up your feet were moving again. You could feel your heart thudding in your chest as you entered the room and crossed your arms in a protective way.

“Hi.” You said, meekly. Hovering near him, afraid to move.

Sam saw you and looked somber. “Hi.” He replied. “Wanna sit?”

You nodded your head and took the chair, not wanting to invade his space.

Sam took in your choice and nodded back. You both sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, but it was hardly a minute. Then Sam spoke.

“You look sick. Do you need soup or medicine?”

There he was, thinking of you right before a difficult conversation. That sweet Sammy, your Sammy- well, at least he used to be.

You shake your head. “No. I’m not sick, just haven’t been holding up well I suppose.”

He chews his lip, as if biting his tongue. “I’m sorry. I haven’t either.” Another minute goes by full of silence before he speaks again. “I didn’t come here to fight or yell or scream. I just want the truth. Can we do that?”

Your stomach twists at his words. You nod your head.

Sam returns a nod and lets out a bated breath. “Can you tell me what happened? I don’t need or want details. Just a general idea.”

You want to throw up. You know each word will be like a tiny stab wound. “Do you really want to know?”

Sam nods.

You take a deep breath.

“Okay. So I guess it started the day you guys moved in. The bar that night, Jake was pretty handsy in the backseat. Uh, the first night I stayed over he kissed me in the kitchen. From there it was just flirting. When he stayed behind the weekend you three were out of town, we spent the day together. We went drinking, then we went back to the house and slept together. That was it.”

Sam closed his eyes for a few seconds before re-opening them. “Then what?”

You dreaded this part. It was going to sound bad no matter how you phrased it.

“Then we stopped all forms of communication, Jake did. He didn’t want to address what happened, so I confronted him about it on the camping trip. He told me he wasn’t ready for commitment. That’s not me saying I was ready to jump into a relationship with him. I was just so angry because the whole situation felt dirty.”

Sam sucks in his cheeks. “So the same trip that I kissed you for the first time was when you and Jake ended things?”

You let out a sigh. “Technically yes, you could say it like that. But Sam I need you to understand that since that night it’s been you I was focused on. Not Jake.”

He nods. “It’s just hard not to feel like I was a rebound.”

“You weren’t.” You try to state as convincingly as possible.

“You can see why it’s hard for me not to think that though, right?” Sam asks in a calm tone.

“Sam I have never felt things for anyone that I feel for you.” You choke out. “If you want more information, at the Fourth of July party when we showed up together Jake was pissed. He wanted me to end things with you and discuss him and I. I said no. It wasn’t the only time I told him that either. If my motive was to be with him I could have been. I wanted to be with you- I want to be with you Sammy. Just you.” You say, with a white hot blistering heat arising in your stomach.

Then you feel a wet sensation on your face. You just realized you were crying. Great, there goes your composure.

Sam looks over at you and the back at the floor, his hands fumbling with one another. You can’t quite see his entire face, but it looks like a slight grimace is plastered on his face.

“I don’t like seeing you cry.” Sam says, quietly.

“Sorry.” You say back, wiping tears from your face.

“Don’t apologize for your emotions.” He says looking back up at you. He huffs and clears his throat before continuing. “You know ever since we were kids I’ve had a crush on you. You were never afraid of anything yet always the most compassionate person in the room. You loved animals, music, reading, and adventure. I always saw stars when I looked at you. But when I would look at you, you would look at Jake. So I would look away in hopes of sparing my heart. I’m done looking away.”

You stare at him. Not entirely sure what he means in this situation.

“I tried to look for other people that made me see stars, but it was never the same. I chalked it up to childhood infatuation, but then the day we moved here I saw you; puffing a cigarette in your little gym clothes, hair up but still cascading down your back, skin sunkissed, a smile that could bring the heavens down to Earth. I remember just thinking fuck. Then I saw your face light up when you saw him. I continued to notice for weeks, but I looked away. Hoping that if you just gave me a chance, I could show you we were right. Then you gave it a chance, and everyday felt like a breath of fresh air. I thought it would work, but that doubt crept in and plagued my mind. Then it destroyed it. For me, it’s always been you. Perhaps it always will.” He pauses and collects himself before speaking again. “But for you, it’s always going to be Jake. And I can’t do it. As much I want to, as much as I love you. I can’t bare having you by me while taking stolen glances at my brother.”

You feel like a hot knife has been plunged into your heart and twisted. “You’re wrong Sam. You’re so wrong.”

He takes a deep breath and looks at you with kind eyes. You know it’s over, but you can’t help but try to salvage this.

“It’s you. It’s you Sammy. You’re my person, you’re who I love. I don’t want him, I want you. I want you in the mornings when I wake up and in the evenings when I lay down. I want you, all of you for the rest of my days. And I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry that I kept that from you. I regret it immensely.”

He starts to speak, but you cut him off. “But fuck how many times do I have to tell you?” Your voice starts to pitch higher. “I love you! I want you, I want us. It’s us or nothing for me. I know you must feel shitty right now. I can’t even imagine how awful you feel. But you know what we had, what we have is real. If it wasn’t I would be fighting as hard as I am. You mentioned childhood infatuation? Yeah that was Jake. But in regards to who I love? That’s you Sam, it’s always going to be you.”

He looks at you, still contemplating thoughts. He blinks away the threat of tears. “Are you sure?”

You nod while another tear creeps down your cheek. “Yes I am.”

He takes another breath. “Are you entirely sure? If not, I’m giving you an out here.”

You stand up out of the chair, your legs are more wobbly than you thought they would be. You make your way to the couch and sit down beside him, still giving him an ample amount of space.

“My mind isn’t going to change. I don’t want an out. I want an in.” You extend your hand out and try to take his hand. To your surprise he obliged.

“Okay.” He says quietly.

Your head is spinning. “Okay?” You ask, unsure.

He sniffles and looks up at you and nods.

“I’m sorry.” You say quietly.

“Me too.” He responds, rubbing his thumb over your hand.

Your brain feels like it has shut off. You have no idea what to take away from this situation. You both told each other that you loved the other, you were certain Sam was breaking up with you, but now here you sit in comfortable silence- hand in hand.

“Sam?” You ask, mustering up the courage to speak.

He hums in response.

“So what is it exactly that made you come here? I tried to contact you for days, I even went to your house.”

Sam paused for a moment. “I know.” He says, collecting his thoughts. “I needed solitude. I wanted to try and clear my head. I shut off my phone and only turned it on for meetings. I went to this run down hotel, it was the first place we had ever stayed in Nashville when we played here years ago. Honestly I would probably still be there sulking if Jake hadn't come.”

You flinch slightly at that name leaving his mouth.

“He practically banged down the door. And the first thing he says to me is:

‘Are you fucking stupid?’

Then he marched in my room and proceeded to chew my ass for a while. At first I didn’t want to hear anything from him. His presence pissed me off. But after a while of arguing and yelling, we spoke amicably. It’s probably for the best that it was a run down hotel, if it were anywhere else the cops would have been called.”

You nod your head. “What did he say?”

He takes a breath. “He told me that you had come to the house looking for me and you were a fucking wreck. He told me it was blatantly obvious that I was who you wanted and you made that clear to him. He said you would always be the one who got away for him, but he wouldn’t stand in the way of our relationship because he loves us.” Sam clears his throat before continuing. “To be completely honest, that was hard to hear. I thought by taking the ignorance is bliss approach I could spare myself, that was incorrect. All this time I chose to ignore my suspicions rather than confront them. So that’s why I came here. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I knew I wanted to give you an out. If you wanted him you could have him. I guess I just wanted to see if he was being honest or trying to mend our relationship.”

You squeezed his hand at the end of that sentence.

“I should have told you.” You said, lightly.

He sighed. “I understand why you didn’t.”

It’s quiet for a few moments before Sam looks back up at you. His caramel eyes make your heart melt. “I missed you, a lot.”

“I missed you too.” You say, starting to choke up.

Sam notices your impending tears again and pulls your body into his. He embraces you and immediately all tension leaves your body. He’s warm and smells so good, just as you remembered. No, better than you remembered. His hand wraps in your hair stroking your scalp ever so lightly. You both lay like that, embraced with one another for at least ten minutes. You don’t dare move and neither does he. Just staying there in each other's arms, breaths syncing, hearts beating as one.

Finally, you break the stillness and glance up at him. The hurt, pain, and dullness is gone; now replaced by admiration, warmness, and love. He finally looked like Sam again, your Sam. The heat in your chest began to spread as he glanced from your eyes to your lips. You wanted nothing more in this moment than to feel his warm plump lips on yours again. You were aching for it, but you didn’t want to be the one to instigate it just in case he still had reservations. He took his hand out of your hand and lightly gripped your face, taking his thumb and grazing it over your jawline. You melted at his touch. He slowly took his thumbs and dragged it across your lips, leaving little trails of fireworks wherever his flesh touched yours. You couldn’t help but look up at him in pure awe. Slowly and finally, Sam reached down and connected your lips. This caused a blast of sensation to wash through your whole body. The kiss was slow but intentional. Full of passion and unspoken promises. The urgency for one another began to seep in shortly after. You brought your hand up and laced your fingers lightly in his hair. This caused a light moan to spill out into your mouth, which you swallowed greedily. You would like to hear that sound everyday for the rest of your life. Sam’s hands ran up and down your body as if he were discovering it for the first time all over again. In a swift motion Sam was up and lifted you barely breaking the kiss. His hands were locked under your thighs as you wrapped your legs tightly around him. Muscle memory had seemed to have taken over as he effortlessly made way into your bedroom. He paused slightly to lay you down before his mouth was on yours again. Once he was hovering over you, you felt more emboldened and slipped your tongue into his mouth. You were greeted with his and the kisses grew from passionate to needy. You needed Sam in every way and he needed you. You were panting like a dog in the summertime, trying to keep up with him. The adrenaline coursing through your veins felt better than any drug could. Sam pulled away from you first and began kissing down your neck.

“I love you.” You whispered, breathless.

He came up and stared down at you. “I love you, beyond words.”

He returned to your neck, making a line of kisses. “In fact there are no words to describe how much I love you. So I’ll just have to show you.”

He nipped at your collarbone after he spoke that last sentence which caused a high pitched whine to erupt from your throat. He continued to make his way lower and lower. He helped you out of your shirt and slid your shorts down your legs before removing his shirt as well. He wasted no time as his kisses met your core. You whipped your head back into the bed and clenched the sheets for dear life. When he added fingers you were done for, all you could do was moan. Despite his absence Sam still knew your body, memorizing every trigger and curve. Tonight he had no reservations as he devoured you like you were the last supper, and he was your savior. You were nearing the end, but he didn’t slow his relentless pace. Normally, he would ease you into it, but right now he was plunging you over the edge. You arched your back and gripped strands of his chocolate brown locks as if they were the only thing keeping you on this Earth. You whined his name, but it dripped like sweet honey as those familiar syllables danced off your tongue. Euphoria engulfed your whole body and you swear you saw stars.

“Fuck.” Sam muttered, watching what you could only imagine was a sight to behold.

Hearing his voice brought you back down to Earth, grounding your consciousness. But he wasn’t done with you. He made his way back up to your mouth, kissing you so that you could taste yourself on his tongue. You tugged at his shorts as your mouths moved rhythmically around each other. You palmed over him to feel him unbelievably stiff, just as needy as you were. You breathed heavily into each other’s mouths as he slid his member around your entrance. No words spoken, just eye contact and breathy moans. In that moment, you decided it was the most erotic experience you had ever had. It was more than just fucking, you were making love. He slipped into you with ease, letting out an animalistic moan as he sunk into you. Your eyes rolled back, finally having him inside of you again felt like home.

“So beautiful.” He cooed into your ear while sloppily kissing your jaw. “All mine baby. You’re mine.” He continued with vigorous thrusts.

“Yours Sammy. I’m yours.” You moaned back, as he continued to bury his face in your neck.

He was rapidly becoming undone. You wrapped your legs around his torso deepening his thrusts. Sam wrapped his left hand around your wrist before moving it up and lancing his fingers with yours. You both moaned as one, trying to get as close to each other as physically possible. It felt as if you were coated in ecstasy, a constant orgasm if you will. Sam’s breath was ragged as he tried to delay the inevitable just to get you there one more time. You hadn’t recovered from the first orgasm, you definitely weren’t ready for the second, but you were about to give it to him.

“Sammy.” You whined out. “So close baby.”

He groaned at that. “Together?”

You nodded feverishly as you began to feel that burning sensation come to a boil. Then, a release like no other. You felt all worry and anxiety drain from your body as an indescribable pleasurable sensation took over. You saw white, and for a moment you thought maybe you had entered some sort of afterlife until a light kiss on your shoulder brought you back into reality. You fluttered your eyes open to see him there looking like an angelic mess. Sweat dripped down his face and his hair stuck to it, breathing heavily, trembling, looking at you in a way you had never seen before. You both stayed there for a few minutes until he gave you a final kiss and rolled off of you. Your whole body was damp. You weren’t sure what was sweat and what was saliva, honestly you didn’t care. You felt absolved. Born again. Right where you needed to be. Sam grabbed you and pulled you close to him, burying his nose into your hair. You could still feel his heart beating rapidly.

“I love you.” He whispered into your ear.

“I love you too.” You responded in another whisper.

For the first time in days you felt okay again and for the first time in years you felt alive. You never wanted to leave your bed, but eventually Sam got you up and in a shower together. You shared laughs, tears, kisses, and time together that had been missed. That night you laid in your bed beside one another clinging to each other. You never wanted to let go, and you never would again.

**

“Have you seen my tie?” Sam yelled from your room, his voice borderline frantic.

“It’s on the dresser babe. I steamed it for you.” You replied, casually flipping through channels.

He was then quick on his heels retreating to the room. He came back out a few minutes later, straightening his tie and smoothing his pleated white shirt.

“How do I look?” he asked, his eyes meeting yours for affirmation.

You smirked at him. “Quite dapper.”

He grins at you. “I love you. I’ll see you soon. Make sure you text me when your car is close and I’ll come out and get you.” He says, placing a kiss on your head.

“Sir yes sir.” You say, giving a salute.

He playfully rolls his eyes at you. “Keep talking like that and we won’t make it to this party.”

You giggled at his innuendo. “Okay, okay go before you’re late. Be safe, love you.”

He gave you the same salute before heading out of the door.

It had been three weeks since you and Sam had gotten back together. In all honesty, things fell back into normalcy somewhat quickly. Margo was right when she said it before, you were obsessed with each other. Neither one of you cared who knew that. You were happy beyond words. A week after your reunification you and Sam had dinner at their house. Danny and Josh had no idea what had happened, but you got the feeling they knew that something happened. Jake was extremely reserved, which was unlike him in almost every way. You were sure that Josh noticed, with that strange twin telepathy thing they have. But poor Danny seemed oblivious. It had gone well, Jake and Sam didn’t interact much. Jake barely looked at you, but you could feel his eyes on you whenever he thought no one was looking. You could tell by the seldom glances that you did share, he wanted to speak to you. But you both remained content with a subtle nod. The truth was you loved Sam, more than anything. But, deep down you would always feel something for Jake. You would never dare say that outloud, but you assumed Jake felt a similar way. It didn’t matter though, as Sam was who you wanted- forever.

Today there was a big studio meeting followed by a party. The boys had to be there early for photos and contract signing. You would be meeting them there in a few hours. You were beyond excited to surprise Sam with how you would look. It had been all you could think about for the last week. You had meticulously planned every detail. Given the past few weeks, you thought this is exactly what your relationship needed; an excuse to dress up and further the infatuation with one another. Sam looked fantastic when he left. He wore a silver suit with black velvet loafers and a black pocket square. His hair framed his face perfectly, so long and pretty. You almost wished you had taken a picture of him just for yourself, one you would never share with the world.

About thirty minutes after he had left you had decided to go ahead and start getting ready. You put on a Pink Floyd record and began your long journey of getting ready. First, you took an everything shower and scrubbed your skin of all impurities before drenching yourself in shower oil. Then let your skin and hair air dry as you applied various creams and serums to your face. You partially blow dried your hair, putting the rest up so you could focus on makeup. You went with a classic look with a seventies flair; brown cat look eyeliner, brown shadow to define your eyes, extra lashes, full coverage face, layers of bronzer, and warm pink blush matched with a pink glossy lip. You were impressed with how it all came out. You danced around your kitchen as you prepared a glass of warm tea, you still had at least another hour and a half before you had to leave. As you steeped your tea, your phone began to ring. You looked down, it was Margo.

“Hi.” You said in a cheery tone.

She laughed. “Hi. It’s strange hearing you sound like you’re an optimist.”

“Lots of things to be optimistic about Margo.” You retort.

She scoffs. “Yeah like what? How many ways Sam is going to fuck you tonight once he sees that little dress you bought?”

You let out a laugh. “So vulgar! That’s not lady-like.”

“Mhm. I take it your look is going well then?” She asks.

“Better.” You respond. “I still have quite a while to go though.”

“Somehow that doesn't surprise me.” She snarks. “I’m just now leaving the hair salon, so I’ll probably be late. I know that doesn’t surprise you either.”

“Nope.” You respond in a teasing tone.

“Alright well I’ll see you tonight then. Save some champagne for me.”

Then you get off the phone to continue your getting ready process. You had called Margo to come over once your dress came in to get her opinion, she had said you looked like a “slutty Aubrey Plaza in the best way possible.” Whatever that meant.

You added a few lengthening hair extensions and put light curls in the ends, then added volumizing spray to your roots. You opened your closet and pulled out a black bag you had been trying to hide from Sam. He had offered to take you dress shopping, but you declined telling him that you would find something in your closet to wear. That’s when this little plan of yours was born. You took the garments out and began to place them on your body. It was a very short, very tight, black bodycon dress with black feathers lining the top. It came with matching black gloves also lined with black feathers at the top. You rolled on a pair of black sheer tights, knowing that Sam would probably rip them off of you as soon as you stepped foot back in this house. Then you put on a pair of black chunky heels that strap around the ankle. To accessorize, you put on a Vivenne Westwood pearl necklace with a small planet attached at the middle with matching slightly oversized pearl earrings. You practically drowned yourself in Gucci Guilty perfume, spraying it on every inch of your body that you could reach. You glanced at yourself in the mirror and smiled. It’s easy to be so negative when looking at yourself, that was something you had always struggled with. But being with Sam gave you a new confidence you had never had before, which is why you stood before this mirror staring at yourself. Right on cue, Sam had texted you saying that your car should be pulling up any minute. You grabbed your small black clutch and threw in some essentials before heading outside. A black Escalade was waiting at your door. The driver rolled down his window. “Picking up for Mr. Sam Kiszka?”

“That’s me.” You stated, walking forward.

The driver hastily got out and opened the door for you. Then you were off. The venue wasn’t too far, but traffic sucked as always which delayed your arrival. You felt excitement swirl around in your stomach as you neared a familiar street.

About to pull up!

You texted your boyfriend.

You caught a glimpse of him almost immediately. He was standing outside waiting for you, hands in his pocket. He walked up to the car before it was even fully stopped and gripped the handle. Once it was safe for you to exit, the door opened and his hand was extended to you. You threw your legs to the side and took his hand, stepping out of the car. His face was priceless as he gawked at you, eyes scanning you up and down.

“Jesus fuck.” He said, barely above a whisper.

“All good Mr. Kiszka?” The driver suddenly asked.

Sam cleared his throat. “Mhm yes. Thank you Langston.”

Sam took your hand and led you towards the entrance, stopping just before you got to the doors.

“Goddamn baby. You look fucking gorgeous.” Sam said, giving you a little spin.

You giggled. “Thank you Sammy. You clean up nice as well.”

He bit his lip at that familiar pet name and pulled you closer. “From your closet huh?” He says, giving your ass a light grip.

“Maybe, maybe not. Just wait until you see what’s under it.” You said with a wink.

Sam groaned. “Such a tease. Come on, let's go drop some jaws.”

Sam took your hand and led you inside, where all eyes were on you two. You noticed the group tucked away in the corner. Typical. Josh and Margo were chatting, she had already beaten you here. Danny and Jake were eating little shrimps from a bowl.

“Holy shit!” Margo nearly yelled when she saw you. “God bless, look at you!” She said embracing you.

You laughed at her. “No, holy shit to you! Look at this hair. So pink and shiny.” You said, playing around with her freshly pink curls.

“Hm should we kiss?’ She jokes.

“I’ll veto that one.” Sam says with a laugh.

“I, however, am completely for you two kissing.” Josh says poking fun at Sam. “Hi beautiful.” He says embracing you.

“You look nice. I’m happy someone else in the family got the good looks besides me.” Danny retorts, half hugging you.

“If only you got the humor too.” You said with a sigh. This garnered a snicker from Sam.

You turned your head and caught Jake taking all of you in. It was like he was fighting demons trying to rip his eyes off of you. Finally he gave you a small smile and nodded.

“Hi.” Was all he said.

You returned the small smile. “Hi.”

Then you felt Sam wrap his arm around your waist. “Wanna grab a drink?”

You nodded. “Yes please.”

You two ended up at the bar ordering two glasses of champagne. While you were there you met a few executives and friends in the industry. Sam introduced you as “my girlfriend” which made your heart skip a beat or two. It wasn’t all sunshines and rainbows. Every now and then you would catch a cold stare from a few girls in the room. You chalked it up to being hot and dating a rockstar, but you wish you could say it didn’t bother you. Which became a big realization to you that night, there would always be people who hated you because of who you were dating. But for Sam that was a risk you were more than willing to take. You couldn’t think of much that you wouldn’t do for him.

“It feels good, you know.” Sam said, smiling a toothy grin behind his champagne glass.

You furrowed your brows at him. “What?”

“Being able to show you off like this. Introduce you as mine. It’s always been a fantasy of mine, now a reality.”

You bat your eyelashes at him. “We know how good I am at fulfilling your fantasies huh Sammy?”

He smirks at you. “Naughty girl.”

You laugh and tip back your champagne glass.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom really quickly. Are you good here?” He asks.

You nod your head. “What are you going to be doing in there?”

He lets out a quick laugh. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it, multiple times. But there are too many people here.”

He gives you a wink and heads towards the bathroom while you giggle to yourself. You stand at the bar and turn towards the bartender to go ahead and order you and Sam another round. Then you feel a familiar presence beside you. Jake.

“More champagne?” He asks, tilting back the dark liquor in his cup.

You nod, but don’t speak. Jake grabs the bartenders attention. “One glass of champagne and one whiskey on the rocks.”

“Two glasses of champagne please.” You interject.

The bartender nods and gets to work.

“Ah yeah.” Jake says, finishing his drink. “You look nice.”

You glance around half expecting to see Sam walking back towards you.

“Thank you.” You say, in a calm tone.

“Are you having fun tonight?” He asked, fidgeting around with the rim of his glass.

You nod your head. “Yes I am. Are you?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah. The best. Love the ambiance here.”

You let out a small laugh at his sarcasm, then turn your head once more looking for Sam.

“He’ll be a minute Birdie. I saw him head to the bathroom the same time one of the most talkative execs were.”

You chewed on your lip. You didn’t want to seem rude to Jake, but you also didn’t want to give Sam any reason to be upset as things were finally looking up.

The bartender sat down your drinks and Jake handed you your two glasses. “Don’t wanna bother you. Just wanted to say you look nice and it was good to see you. Have a good night.”

Before you could respond he takes his glass of whiskey and slinks away into the crowd. It was the last time you saw him that night.

Sam came back to you a few minutes later. By then you had already downed your second glass of champagne.

“Someone’s thirsty.” Sam said, eyeing your glass.

You laughed it off. “It’s good champagne.”

Sam never said anything about it, but he saw you and Jake speaking.

You spent the rest of the night waltzing around with Sam, saying hellos to people you had never seen before. Then you tucked away in the corner with Josh and Margo. Danny and Jake had left already, Josh wanted to, but didn’t want to seem impolite.

“Can we go yet?” Sam asked Josh. “We’ve been here for hours.”

Josh nods. “Yeah I suppose. But we need to say our goodbyes and not sneak out like the other two jackasses.”

“Should we get pizza?” Margo asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

Josh smiled at her. “That’s a delightful idea. Birdie? Sam?”

You grab Sam’s hand. “We’re in.”

Josh clapped his hand. “Hot dog! Well ladies, let’s stroll out of here and say goodbyes. Pepperoni pizza is calling my name.”

“How about cheese?” Sam asks, with humor in his tone.

Josh fake groaned. “You two kill me. Fine, I guess cheese will suffice.”

Then Josh takes Margo’s arm while Sam takes your hand and guides you towards the entrance. You two ended up walking a few blocks to a 24 hour pizza joint that served you the greasiest pizza ever. Nonetheless, it was still a night to remember. It felt good to feel normal again. Laughing with Josh, Margo, and Sam. When you went your separate ways Sam grabbed his car from the valet and took you home. He promptly removed your clothing as soon as you stepped inside and you two finished the night eating ice cream on your couch wrapped in just blankets.

You studied him, watching some old horror movie enthralled while mindlessly tracing small circles on your thighs. It was dark, but he was illuminated by the moonlight cascading through your bay windows. After a few minutes, he took notice of you studying him.

“What?” He asked, scrunching up his nose.

You smiled and shook your head. “Nothing. You’re just so pretty.”

He laughed at you. “Not as pretty as you, my love.”

He pulled you into his chest and gave you a light kiss on the top of your head, continuing the small circles but this time on your back. He was so warm and you took in the scent on his skin. It was both of you. Us. You thought as you inhaled deeply. It wasn’t long until you were almost lulled to sleep, right in his arms. Somewhere you would stay, day or night. 10 minutes or 10 years. Until your last breath left your chest. You smiled to yourself at that thought. It wasn’t a bad way to live a good life.

You had heard stories about the Sun loving the Moon so much that every night the Sun would die to give the Moon life. Then the process repeated for the Moon to die in order for the Sun to rise again.

You were the Sun and Sam was The Moon.

Always giving life to one another, rising and falling for each other. Bringing light and dark into full cohesion.

For without the Sun there would be no warmth; and without the Moon there would be no stars.

You quite liked the stars.

**

• thank you for reading!!! new fic coming end of August :)

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riza flame alchemist au where she doesn't show roy the tattoos but teaches the alchemy to herself lmao

Riza burned her own back while she was in the Academy. Rebecca covered for her with some excuses.

But unlike how Roy burned her back, Riza was so fucking angry at her father that she burned her entire back. Passed out. Was brought back. Continued. Passed out. Waited to heal. Did it again. Passed out. All until she fully cleaned herself of Berthold Hawkeye's touch.

Riza did not reach out to Mustang after her father died. If anything, she didn't even declare her father dead. She just burned the house down when she realised he was dead in his bed.

Riza is deeply traumatized and unwell. But she's got to be one of the best human weapons Amestris has, so, they just stamp approved on her draft.

But she's also super dead inside so every time Kimblee tries getting her attention in Ishval or tries to draw out a reaction he fails miserably because all Riza does is nod and say that sounds nice for you. I'm happy you found some meaning in this violence. *continues eating rations without another word*

Kimblee kind of becomes the only person Riza talks to in Ishval because nobody else wants to approach this clearly unhinged human weapon. Kimblee, on the other hand, treats this as a challenge.

And Riza's just like, that's nice.

Kimblee: You can't be this apathetic to all of these lives. Surely you must feel something? Agony, pride? Anything.

Riza shrugs.

Kimblee is dying on the inside.

Roy's a soldier lmao. When he finds out about Riza being the Flame Alchemist he asks Riza why she didn't tell him... and Riza just tells him that her father didn't entrust Roy with the alchemy. But to her. But she's very happy to see him, Private Mustang. He's in her company. Just a regular soldier, with a lot of passion and resolve. Nothing extraordinary on the field, but he is considered the best to speak to whenever you're doubting yourself or whenever you don't know what to do. They call him the Spark of Hope. And he wants to become Fuhrer one day and change things from the inside.

Kimblee butts heads with him constantly.

Riza meanwhile is looking at Maes' photographs of Gracia and nodding along, that's nice. She really looks cute. I'm happy you have something to live for.

Kimblee's last ditch effort to get Riza to show some passion for this violence they inflict on the world is to give her the philosopher's stone for one mission. Surely that'll help her. It doesn't lmaoo. She just returns it after the mission and says that she didn't like how hot her flames got with it. She should just stick with what she knew she could control. But thanks for the opportunity.

I cannot explain to you how dead inside Riza Hawkeye is.

Kimblee has a conversation about the ph stone with Riza and her perspective changes his opinion slightly on the matter. So he does end up returning it.

Roy presses Riza that with how dangerous the flame alchemy is, she should destroy the notes so this never gets in anyone else's hands.

Riza just gives Roy a thumbs up, turns around, takes off her shirt, and shows off her giant back scar. ''Don't worry about it.''

Roy is ill. Kimblee's absolutely intrigued.

K: Your father seems like an absolute madman. Honestly I'm sorry for how you grew up.

Roy, who was just about to ask Riza how she could destroy Master Hawkeye's research and house like this, falls dead silent, bites his tongue: Yeah... that sure was fucked up, Major Hawkeye. I'm sorry.

And Riza just shrugs. ''It's fine. I just wish I'd smothered him.'' Then. A pause. ''Actually, I'm not sure if I did or didn't. I set the fire while he had a fever, I think.''

Kimblee: Honestly, good for you! / Roy, head in his hands: Major Hawkeye, I worry deeply.

Kimblee. Oh, she is definitely going to breakdown one of these days when she comes back. Mark my words. All of this will finally catch up with her.

Riza finally breaking down when she meets Edward Elric, who had a fucked up father and whose mother died and who had to do heinous things. ''Oh my god he's me.''

Cue canon events except it's more efficient since Riza is the Flame Alchemist.

#riza hawkeye #roy mustang #solf j. kimblee #edward elric #riza flame alchemist au