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THE DEMON IN MY CLOSET • SIM JAEYUN

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ demon!jaeyun wc. 6.1k+

𓄷 warnings... smut mdni. mentions of abuse. mentions of death. oral (f. receiving). unprotected sex. softdom jake.

nia's notes: here's the first installment of the series, i hope you guys enjoy it 🖤 you sunghoon's is next .

lucifer masterlist | sunghoon

You were taken from me…

So pray for me and I'll burn for you …

A week inside this house; and things have been interesting to say the least— no your grandmother hasn't come back to haunt you yet; but the house does seem colder, like cold enough for you to walk around in your sweater all the time; you even tried to turn the thermostat up, but that did nothing.

Then it was the damn lights; you knew it was an old house; but that didn't stop you from tensing up in fear whenever the lights would flicker when you would walk down the hall, almost like the lights would follow you with every step; it felt like someone was there, controlling them, watching you, timing your steps with the lights— it creeped you the fuck out.

And you can't forget your closet door; the door that refused to close no matter what; well no refused to stay closed. you chalked it up to the door being broken so it wouldn't stay closed; just pushing a shoe in front of it when you sleep to keep yourself sane in the darkness.

Besides those things everything else was fine, you had gotten rid of mostly everything out of the house, the wifi guy coming to set up the internet— which took you all day to your demise, having 5 random men in the house while you basically just stood there awkwardly.

On a better note; you had to go back into the town for groceries, where you met huening kai; a cute boy who worked as a cashier in the supermarket— so you did find yourself going to that grocery store 3 more times that week; having enough groceries to last you a while.

“He's super cute.” you threw the keys to the house on the counter, placing the new set of groceries on the table. “yeah he must be, you're gonna go broke.” Yeji said over facetime, you laughed while opening the fridge to put the food up. “you’re laughing, I'm serious; in this economy you're spending money on groceries you don't need.” she said. “Well I mean you practically are rich now, so I guess it doesn't matter to you.”

“No, my parents are rich now, and that's only because my grandmother was Lucifer's wife in her past life and—” You heard a snicker, which made you freeze. “The hell?” You said, putting your 3rd bottle of milk into the fridge. “What is it?” You heard Yeji's voice through the phone. “It sounded like I heard someone just laugh.” You closed the door to the fridge. “Lord you're going crazy up there baby, hearing voices.”

“Not voices, a chuckle.” You said , walking to your room. “Girl that's scarier I fear.” and like clockwork, the damn closest door was wide open again. “This fucking door.” You slammed it shut. “What's with the door?” You sighed , fiddling with the necklace. “I close it and it's open, I even put a shoe, the shoe must not be strong enough.” You said. “Or you have a ghost.” She said, gasping. “Maybe it's your grandma, you should get an ouija board.” she said. “Should I?” You teased, clearly the “wind” didn't like that because your door to the closet creaked open.

“Sorry the monster in my closet doesn't agree with that.” You joked around, getting up, closing the door, putting a book in front of it. “Just a suggestion.” Yeji shrugged, your hand going back to that necklace. “Girl you are obsessed with that damn necklace.” She said, “You've touched it like 20 times since we've been on the phone.” You looked down on the necklace. “I don't know, I'm addicted to it, it's so pretty.” you said. “It is, it's giving vintage in the best way, where'd you get it?”

“It was my grandmothers I guess. I found it sitting in a jewelry box while cleaning out her room.” You explained. “It was the only thing in there.” you said. “Cute, probably from the 1600s, you know when your grandmother was born.” You rolled your eyes. “She was 85.” She shrugged. “Ask your mom, it looks expensive, maybe a family heirloom.”

“I did, she said, growing up, her grandmother never mentioned a family heirloom, she didn't even talk to her family.” You said, shrugging it off. “Whatever it is, or wherever it came from I'm glad I found it before my mom did , then it would've gone to my 17 year old cousin, who probably would've pawned it.”

“I have to go now girl, I've got a date.” Yeji said after about another hour of talking. “Good for you.” you said with a little bit of jealousy. “Hey you still have the cute grocery boy.” You sighed. “Yeah, who lives in the town 30 minutes away.” you said. “Hey, I guess you have to go buy more milk.” She heard her laugh, you scoffed. “Oh haha I hope your date fucks you tonight and doesn't let you finish.” You heard her gasp, hanging up laughing.

You found yourself in the kitchen cooking yourself some dinner; why let the groceries go to waste? sitting the food down on the table, you could've taken it to your room , but the closet thing crept back up on you, scaring you— you know you could change rooms; it wasn't like the house was lacking space, but you couldn't be bothered to move your things, you weren't staying there for long anyway.

Finishing your food, you put the plate in the sink, ready to go back to your room— laughing when a message from Yeji calling you bitch because her date sucked. You were almost to your room, when you heard a noise. No, a crash coming from your bedroom. You freeze right in your spot; that wasn't a figment of your imagination— that was actually coming from your bedroom— the noise was coming from your bedroom.

Now the rational side of your brain was yelling at you to run like hell and then call the damn police like a smart person, but your feet clear wanted to die because you found yourself creeping back to the room, slowly opening the door, it was eerily silent and it felt even colder than usual— and then you noticed it; the closet door was open, the door you knew you closed; and the book you had put in front of the closet? it was across the room.

Was there a person in this house? the police station was 30 minutes out, if you were to call them, you'd be dead by time they got here and that's even if you get a chance to call them— and that's even worse because no one would even bother to come check the house, you didn't know huening kai well enough for him to care about you, and every know that's the former lady of the house died; so by time your dead body would be found, it would most likely be by your parents and it would be all decomposed.

You were freaking out now mentally, scared to move in case a person was in your closet— then you didn't hear anything; surely if someone was in there they would've come out already. You stand up straight , goosebumps all over your arms as you go up to the closet, swinging it open— and nothing; it was nothing in there. You didn't dream it , it wasn't all in your head, you heard the crash, anyone would've heard it.

Swinging the closet door fully open, looking around inside, there was nothing in there but your clothes, and your shoes— your shoes that you put neatly on the inside, now all over the floor; you weren't staying in here another night— you'd drive the 30 minutes into the town of you had to, slamming the the closet door closed. “I got to get the hell out of here.” You whipped around to run out the room.

“Don't go.” A voice that damn sure didn't come out of you spoke. “Please don't go, he'll be mad at me if you do.” there he was sitting on your bed, the jewelry box that was sitting on your nightstand in his hand. “Wait please.” your eyes widened, your mouth open ready to scream. “Don't scream.” he said, jumping up covering your mouth. “This isn't going well, please don't scream.”

He was touching you, looking you dead in your eyes begging you not to scream. “I'm gonna let go now, please don't scream, I'm not here to hurt you .” You nodded, and he slowly let his hand uncover your mouth, putting them by his side. “See, I'm not gonna hurt you.” the boy said, you forced yourself to speak. “wh-who— I have money in my bag, it's over there, please just take it.” he was now confused. “I-i have jewelry too , the lady here had a bunch, it's all real.”

You went to take all the jewelry you were wearing off as well reaching for the necklace sitting on your necklace, so ready to give him anything so he'd just leave you. “Wait, no don't take that off!” He stood up , making you step back, trying to run out. “If you take that off , it might complicate things.”

“W-what?” you took another step back, him following forward. “wh-who are you?” He smiled like he wasn't in your room unwanted. “Im jaeyun.” He introduced himself. “But you can call me Jake, all my friends call me jake.” Friends? He was an intruder. “I'm not an intruder, I live here.” He said— you didn't say that out loud. “I-i won't call the cops, please just leave.”

“I live here, why would I leave?” He seemed confused. “No, m-my grandmother lived here,” he nodded. “So did I.” He said matter of factly. “I lived here longer than her actually.” he said, the door closing behind you making you jump. “I see you backing up, I told you I'm not gonna hurt you.” Your bottom lip trembled in fear. “You did that?!” You said. “Wh-what are you? a ghost?”

He laughed. “No, of course not.” He said. “I'm a demon.” You were going crazy? No , you were dreaming, this was just a weird nightmare. “You're not dreaming, I'm not that kind of demon.” He said. “You-you’re reading my mind, you're closing doors.” he nodded, “you're a demon?” He repeated the head movements. “I'm gonna pass out.”

“Please don't, I'll be in trouble if you get hurt.” He said. “Please i just wanted to talk to you, I've been watching you since you moved in, I was the one who sat the necklace out for you to find, even though that's against the rules; you're actually supposed to find it yourself, but things were different this time.”

“W-what do you want?” you said , he stepped forward once more; and you moved back in reflex. “I wanted to meet you.” He looked like he seemed to know you very well. “meet me? why?” He went silent, like he was trying to find out what to say; he couldn't just say what he wanted right now, you're already freaked out. “you're pretty, I guess that's why.”

“Look there's no need to be scared , okay?” He said. “I'm not gonna hurt you I promise.” He said. “None of us really want to hurt you.” None of us? “There's more of you?” You said. “Shit I can't say more okay, please just know we won't hurt you? Okay?” Before you could do anything else, he reached up , holding the pendent in his hand. “You won't be harmed.” and that's it- he was gone, he disappeared with a blink of an eye; like he never existed.

Like hell you were going to sleep to night, you didn't even bother to turn the light; you will still trying to convince yourself it was just weird freaky dream and you’d wake up from, but when the damn sum started to rise, you finally had to come to the crazy unbelievable conclusion— he was real, there was a demon in this house; you also had to admit your mom was somewhat right about the house being haunted.

you knocked out right then and there, the boy from the night before was there again, he wasn't saying anything though, just staring at you— smiling at you, but it wasn't the puppy like smile he sported last night , it was a sinister one, and his cute brown eyes; they now were red and glowy, what you expect a real demon to look like; but he said he could go into your dream? “He did? little jakey is a liar now.”

You shot up, breathing heavily; clutching your chest. “What the hell?” you tried to catch your breath. “What the hell was that?” safe to say you'll probably never sleep again as long as you're in this house.

Dragging your body out of bed; your shower was quick, scared that someone was watching you, making sure to wrap yourself in a towel, basically running back to your room, closing the door to get dressed— peeking out the door to see if he was out there. When you didn't see him , you stepped outside, creeping down the hallway. “What are you doing?”

You yelped, spinning around; he stood there. “oh I'm sorry.” he said. “I didn't mean to scare you.” He reached out , but you stepped back. “I told you I wasn't gonna hurt you.” He said. “How can I trust you, not when you lied to me?” You said, he tilted his head. “You can come into my dreams.” His eyes widened. “Who told you that?” He said. “So you can?” He was silent. “Can you?” You repeated. “Well yeah but I didn't go into your dreams yesterday.”

“But you have.” He scratched the back of his neck. “It was the third night after you found the necklace.” He said. “You um, it was uh.” His ears were turning red, you understood what he meant. “I hid in the closet.” He said. “So you're a pervert?” He shook his head. “No, I didn't go into them anymore I swear.” he was a demon; how could you trust a demon. “That's understandable, who'd be crazy enough to trust a demon?”

“If you want me to even attempt to trust you, stay outta my mind.” you said, he held his hand up, putting it to his chest. “I swear.” He said, you nodded. “Fine.” You said. “But I have questions.”

“I reckon you don't eat eggs?” You said. “I don't eat anything, I don't need to.” He said, you nodded. “Of course you don't.” You sat down at the table. “Sit down, you're standing is creeping me out.” he smiled sitting down. “So ask me anything, I can answer everything you want.”

“Who the hell was in my dreams last night?” It was his turn to tense up. “I can't exactly tell you why he was in the dream, but that was sunghoon, you can only see him in in dreams for now?” He said. “and why is that?” He chewed his bottom of his lip. “because he doesn't want to see you yet.” You heard him whisper under his breath. “Is he dangerous?” You said. “Well no , not exactly.” You stopped chewing your food. “what does that mean?” You questioned. “He won't hurt you.” He said. “Hopefully.”

“What does any of this have to do with this necklace?” You said. “Well I actually don't know too much about that either.” He said, you scoffed. “what do you know?” You said. “Well that necklace is why I'm here today, well that and because I want you to see me.” You perked up. “So without the necklace I wouldn't be able to see you?” he nodded. “Not exactly, anyone could see us if we wanted them to, we're bonded with the necklace, and now that you've worn it, we're bonded with you.”

“You keep saying we, are you talking about the one who was in my dream?” he nodded. “no not sunghoon, jay.” He answered. “You can't see him either?”

“He doesn't want to see me?” He shrugged. “He just likes to observe most times.” He explained. “He's been here the longest so I understand, he doesn't adjust well to people who have the necklace.” he frowned. “Bunch of bad experiences.” You held your head. “You okay?” He asked, concerned. “It's all too much , I feel like my head is gonna explode.”

He wants to reach over the table and grab your hand, he almost is compelled to; but he doesn't want to scare you even more , so he just sits in silence, letting you come to terms with everyone. “Look.” He was the first to speak up. “I get this is a lot to take in, so I'll give you some space.” He said. “When you're ready, just call for me.” Before leaving he said one more than. “Any time you call for me I'll be there, just like before.”

You don't call for him for the next few days, trying to just wrap your head around everything he told you— which wasn't much, but before moving here you believed there was no such thing as demons, so it was a lot for you. You tried to call your mom, but what you tell her; the house has demons; but only you can see them, but you can only see one because one is too traumatized for some reason to show himself; and the other doesn't want to see you and may or may not want to kill you— that would get you locked away in a padded room.

You tried to talk to Yeji the best way you could, but of course she thought you were just having nightmares— you wish it was just a nightmare that you were having. You even walked around the house, trying to find something; anything to make some sense of it; maybe Jake was useful, at least he cured your boredom. “You're not gonna find anything.”

You turned around, glaring. “I didn't call you.” He nodded. “not with your mouth no, but you did say my name.” He said, pointing to his head. “What did I say?” you said. “I'm sorry.” He said. “I just really wanted to see you, it's been 4 days, I missed you.” You smiled, he was kinda cute for a being that was probably centuries years old. “How old are you?”

“Well me i've only been here 100 years.” he said like it was normal. “I told you I've been here for a while.” you nodded. “Yeah a long time.” He laughed. “Not as long as my brothers , but long enough.” He said. “Did you know my grandmother?” He looked uncomfortable. “Your grandma was a scary woman.” He shifted in his seat. “What do you mean by that?” You asked , he shook his head. “It's not my story to tell, just know she wasn't a nice person, and I've met my fair share of not nice people.”

What did she do that had this century old demon so scared? “Well I didn't know her, she and my mom never got along.” You said. “Oh I know, we listened to them argue all the time, I was happy when your mom left , she didn't have to endure the abuse your grandmother put her through. He frowned. “Abuse?” you never heard about any abuse from your mother. “Oh she never told you?” You shook your head no. “Your grandmother was cruel to her , hitting and yelling at her; she would even lock your mom in a closet when she'd misbehave; your grandfather tried to stop it but your grandma, she was evil to everyone.”

That made you angry; all those years you spent telling your mom that she probably wasn't that bad, and that they just needed to make up— you felt sad because your mom couldn't tell you. Jake saw your face drop, he grabbed your hand. “But I know you aren't like that, I can tell you're different.” He said. “I believe we've bonded with the perfect person.”

He was so sweet; how could someone like him be a demon. “You don't seem like someone who'd be a bad person in life , how did you become a demon?” He looked down at the table. “Did I say something wrong?” He shook his no. “Of course not.” He toyed with his fingers. “I won't lie and say there are bad demons; of course there are,” he said. “But some of us made decisions; did things that made us like this.” He said. “And what did you do?”

“I sold my soul.” He started, “I sold my soul for the person I love.” You sat back in the seat. “So you were a human?” He nodded, smiling. “It was a lot different from today when I was a human, but I've learned to adjust throughout the time periods.” He explained. “I was tricked.” He said, “Her name was Grace, she was the love of my life, I knew I was gonna spend the rest of my natural human life with her.” his smile dropped. “But she got sick; really sick and she was gonna die, and I couldn't have that, I needed her, I felt like I couldn't breathe with her.”

He looked so broken retelling the story. “He feeds off of vulnerability, he felt how desperate I was; he came to me when she was days away from death; he said your life for hers— I should've read the fine print I guess.” He chuckled. “I thought he'd kill me right then and there, but no he'd said he'd be back.” He said. “He came back a few years later, I died of the same sickness she did, ironic huh?” You didn't know if you should laugh, so you just nodded. “I watched her grieve, and I watched her grow old; she got remarried again, and had children— then I watched her die.” He said. “Then he sent me here, and I saw again— my grace; except her name wasn't Grace, it was Laura, but she had her soul, she found the necklace; but she didn't remember me, I tried to explain it to her but she didn't believe it.” He said. “Then I realized my punishment; I have to watch her die; I have to watch her soul die over and over.” He said looking back up at you. “That's why I feel so drawn to you; you have her soul.”

“M-me?” He nodded. “Don't be frightened I know it's weird.” He said. “I didn't believe in reincarnation either; until this.” He said; you didn't believe it either, but given the situation; you don't know what to believe anymore— he was literally telling you that you have the soul of his dead girlfriend from over 100 years ago. “Please tell me you believe me?”

“It sure is a lot to take in.” You started. “But I don't believe you'd tell me this if it wasn't true.” He perked up with a smile. “Really, you believe me?” He said, you slowly nodded. “I guess I do.” You said. “Wow , they don't normally believe me, and years go by and they all get married or live good lives and soon they forget about the necklace and put it back then the bond is broken and they don't even think about us.”

“Are all your stories like that?” He shook his head. “No, we've all different stories, different reasons we ended up like this.” He said. “Mistakes we've made.”

He stayed around longer , telling you everything he could about himself; you even told him about stuff in your life; how you recently graduated from college and plan to start work at a company after the summer. “So that means you'll leave soon?” You questioned. “Will you keep the necklace?” He asked. “When you take the necklace off you break the bond between us.” He said; you hadn't even thought about it yet; how would this even work in the city? you can't even explain this to anybody. “I don't know, but it's a little early to answer that.” You saw him frown. “Don't get too upset though, okay nothing is set in stone yet.” You reassured , he smiled. “Okay.”

You eventually fell asleep, exhausted from the day. Jake sat at the end of the bed; just watching you, the air entering and leaving your body, lightly snoring; you were so pretty; he could feel graces soul in you, but it also felt like something new, you were a breath a fresh air— he'd only known you for a few days , but he'd been watching you since the first day you got here, he liked you. “stop staring at her, you look like a creep.”

He looked up where he stood. “why'd you go in her dream?” The boy shrugged. “Fun, seeing her scared; why'd you lie , didn't want her to know you were creeping on her in her dreams” Jake stood up. “Let's go, Jay is probably waiting.” He looked back at you, where you were sleeping comfortably— he smiled.

This gradually progressed after he told you his life story; you actually started to call out to him more, letting him be around you and getting to know what he was like now; as a demon and all, you showed him all your favorite shows, he said he was still able to leave the house so he was caught up— they all were they just chose to stay up here in the house. “Plus it would be hard explaining to elderly folks in this town why they were still the same age from when they were young.” and that you understood.

Sitting on the couch one day; watching lucifer— it was his request. “This is a great depiction of him really, the actor in this is much more handsome though.” You turn to him. “Of course Lucifer in real life is much more terrifying and has absolutely no feelings.” He said his personality was so human-like , it was like he wasn't even a demon. “you don't really act like a demon.” You said. “Sure I could be angry about my situation and turn evil, but it's hard to be mad when I did this to myself.” He said. “I sold my soul to the devil.” He shrugged it off.

“Do you ever regret it?” He nodded. “It's not easy grieving the loss of someone you loved over and over and they don't even remember you.” he said. “And keeping up with the trends of course , I mean sometimes I would rather be dead than listen to anything these kids talk about today.” You giggled. “What?” He said. “You say these kids , with the most youthful looking face, it's funny.” he laughed, pouting. “Hey I'm at least 122 years older than you.” That made you laugh even harder. “That doesn't help at all.”

“Hey, stop laughing.” He smiled. “Stop it right now.” You couldn't. “So you won't stop.” before you could react, he was on top of you. “So keep laughing.” He began to tickle your sides , Jake laughed as you began to gasp for air. “Jake, stop it.” you shouted. “Okay , okay I'll stop.” You said , throwing your hands up in defense. “I'm done.”

“You're gonna stop?” You nodded. “I swear.” He took away his hands from your side; but he was still on top of you, basically straddling you, looking down at you. “That wasn't fa—” his lips were on before you could finish the sentence, your eyes widened as he quickly pulled back. “shit I'm so sorry.” he cursed at himself. “It's okay.” You tried to calm him down. “It's not a bi—” before you could even finish, he was gone. “jake?” You called him, then you called him again; then again— but he never came.

He didn't come for another 4 days, and those days felt like torture; you roamed the halls just calling out for his name— desperate you know, but that's what you were, desperate. You missed his company. You missed him; to the point you'd wish he'd show up in your closet again.

“You can call more, living your life in seclusion can't be healthy.” Yeji said. “it's not total seclusion.” You said, wondering the halls like you found yourself doing. “the grocery boy doesn't count.” You rolled your eyes. “I'm not talking about him either.” You were referring to the demon who managed to make you go insane without his presence— maybe that's his evil. “Well unless you got a pet then I'm not sure what you're talking about.”

“It's nothing, just saying nonsense.” You said. “Maybe I should come up there and visit you.” She said, “No you don't have to, I don't want to ruin your summer.” You said, also you didn't want her to find out about any of this. “Enjoy your summer fun and I'll see you soon back in the city.” She hummed. “Well make sure you eat enough food okay?” She said, “And try to socialize.” she said before hanging up.

You went back to your room, calling his name once more; but you knew he wasn't gonna answer. “I'm here.” You shot up, hearing that voice you've missed for the past 4 days. “Jake.” He sat down on the bed. “You said if I call you'd answer.” You frowned. “I know.” He looked down. “Why'd you leave like that?” He didn't say anything, and it just made you angry. “If you're just gonna stand there and not say anything, then go back to wherever you came from.”

“You don't mean that.” He said. “And how do you figure?” You questioned your eyebrow lifting. “Because you've called out for me for the past four days.” He started. “And I read your mind.” You glared at him. “Fine I'm sorry.” He said. “I didn't mean to leave you alone , I really didn't mean to hurt you y/n , you gotta believe me.”

“Well you did, you ran away.” You said. “and I'm sorry, I was just scared.” He said. “Scared that you'd get scared and take the necklace off, try and break the bond.” He said. “I shouldn't have kissed you , I know it was wrong , but please don't hate me.” He was rambling. “I didn't hate the kiss.” He stopped. “You didn't?”

“You would've known that had you not run away like a coward.” He nodded , you were rightfully upset— and you genuinely wanted to be pissed at him, but you couldn't, that's how much you missed him. “y/n , look—” before he could say anything , you practically threw yourself into his lap , kissing him. “You mmph missed me that much.” He said in between kisses. “Shut up.”

You grabbed his face, his hands wrapping around your waist, basically lifting you up as your lips danced against each other. “Fuck I love this so much.” He groaned , laying you down on the bed; his body hovering over yours , grinding his hips against yours, you felt his cock pressing against your clothed cunt. “Wanted to do this since the first day you walked through those doors.” His hands caressed your face, slowly making his way down your body; your body reacting to his touches. “J-jake.” You whimpered. “Need you so much Jake.”

He began to attack your neck with kisses, his hands working on your shorts; unbuttoning them, kissing down your stomach. “Do you want this?” he questioned, you nodded. “words darling, I need words.” You moaned as he pulled down your shorts. “Please Jake , it hurts so bad” you were so needy, not having a time to pleasure yourself; well that and the fact you didn't feel comfortable knowing there were three demons in the house who could see you.

he threw your shorts somewhere, his eyes full of need as he turned back to you. “So pretty.” He ran up your clothed slit. “So wet.” you let out a moan as he kissed your cunt. “T-take them off.” Your hands tugged at his roots. “Fuck okay.” He groaned, the sensation from you pulling on his roots , making his cock twitch, pulling your panties down.

He finally got rid of your panties, leaving you bare waist down. “Fuck you're dripping.” He kissed the inside of your thighs, “smell so good.” He licked your folds. “Sh-shit.” Getting a taste of your sweet cunt, sent the demon into a frenzy, desperate to taste you more. “Fuck Jake!” He held your thighs open as he sucked on your clit.

He continued the assault on your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit , you felt your orgasm reaching and fast. “Fuck Jake fu-fuck I'm not gonna last.” You moaned. “I'm cumming!” You screamed, yanked at his hair harder as you came, your legs shaking as he ate you out through your orgasm, taking in everything you had to offer him. “shit.”

He forced himself away before he made you cum in his mouth over and over; plus his cock was so hard, he felt like he was gonna burst if he did fuck you. “You're so fucking addicting.” He cursed , his body hovering over yours. “Need to fuck you.” He groaned , palming himself. “Please.”

You reached in between your bodies , unbuckling his pants. “Please fuck me.” You pushed his pants down , he stood up , fully taking them off; climbing back into the bed , freeing his cock from his underwear. “You want my cock?” He moaned , rubbing the head of his cock along your slit. “Want me to fill this pussy?” You nodded moaning his name. “Please jake , please fuck me.”

He wasted no time , pushing his cock into you, both of you moaning out in pleasure; rocking his hip slowly , letting his cock drag along your walls. “Oh fuck , you're so fucking tight.” He groaned , his hand coming up to your boobs , squeezing it; your hips bucked up , matching the roll of his hips. “You feel so good.” Your nails clawing down his back. “Fuck if you that I'm gonna cum.”

His thrust began to become less coordinated , his abdomen tightening. “I’m gonna cum.” He whimpered against your lips. “M-me too.” His hands came in between your legs , rubbing your clit. “Cum for me baby , cum all over my cock.” Your legs stiffened , your back arching as you came. “that's it , keep cumming on my dick— shit I'm gonna cum.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head , the band snapping in his stomach. “Fuck I'm cumming!”

He let out a moan , feeling his cum sticking to your walls. “Sh-shit.” He slowly pulled out , his cum leaking out of you. “So pretty.” He let his cock rub against your messy folds , smearing his cum. “So messy.” he tapped his mushroom top on your bud. “You did so good , took my cock like a good girl.” He kissed your forehead. “such a good girl.”

“Why were they in my closet?” You laid in his arms afterwards. “Because you wouldn't look in there.” He said , you looked at him. “And taking the jewelry box?” He smiled. “I didn't mean to take it , I was just looking at it , then I got tangled up in your stupid shoe rack and I fell , so I tried to quickly return it , but you were faster.” You giggled, shaking your head.

“So I guess since you were the perv in my closet, you were also the perv in the mirror , staring at me?” Jake sat up a bit. “No I never did that , and I'm not a perv.” He pouted, you tapped his cheek. “it's okay you don't have to lie?” You said , but Jake was serious. “Love, I'm serious , it wasn't me in the mirror.” He said , you sat up. “It wasn't?” He shook his head no.

So, then who was it?

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betterforlovingyou · 6 months

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Okay, offering up my first post. I haven’t seen this touched on before so sorry if someone else has already pointed it out, but just wanna put it out there I promise I’m not stealing any ideas just in case I’m missing something.

But anyway. I just found it really interesting how the shopping scene in s3 plays out. So if you’ve done theater or anything like that before, you know that blocking is important in acting. For the most part, actors are told where to stand in scenes and don’t just kind of do their own thing. I’m sure there’s plenty of exceptions, but that’s typically what happens.

So in s3, we have the sequence of Mike, Will, and Lucas shopping at Starcourt for El. Now, there’s 4 moments when all three of them are shown standing together in different sections of the mall. Here’s the first, when they’re coming out of the jewelry store:

Now let’s skip to the third, when they’re testing perfumes:

And finally, when they’re sitting down after giving up:

So what’s important about these three moments? They have the exact same blocking. Mike is always in the middle, leading the group of course, but Will is always on the left and Lucas is always on the right. You can chalk this up as Coincidence™, but for it to be exactly the same in each shot? That seems pretty intentional for three different shots and not really like zero thought went into it at all.

But okay, they have the same blocking in each shot. Why is that important? Let’s go back to the shot I skipped, the second part of this sequence. This is what we’re shown when they get to the lingerie store:

Now their positions are switched. This should be especially apparent because Mike is no longer in the middle leading the group, which is what he should be doing throughout this entire sequence. And it makes perfect sense narratively. In the other three scenes, Lucas and Will are in a similar situation: just tagging along as Mike looks for something for El. But now, Mike and Will are the ones in a similar situation: both horrified of the lingerie store, both terrified of women.

And if you watch this scene, all three of them are clearly uncomfortable. But by putting Lucas at the front of this shot, it is being implied that he is the least out of place there out of the three of them. All I’m saying is putting Mike alongside Will in the background of this scene doesn’t really scream straight. Especially when they were lined up in the exact same way in the other three shots, almost as if to emphasize that something different is going on in this one…

And if that isn’t evidence enough, it becomes very difficult to deny when this tweet exists:

So yeah, that’s gay.

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VON HAUNT ESTATE - MAXIS-MATCH CC BUILD

Formerly the residence of Lord and Lady Shallot, the Von Haunt Estate has undergone restoration and now welcomes the public as a museum. Inside, visitors can explore the personal art collection and belongings of the estate's previous lords. However, a word of caution: the lords were known to be quite possessive of their possessions, and there are occasional rumors of their ghosts wandering the grounds... It's likely nothing to worry about. If you want to check out the construction progress, watch the YouTube video linked below.

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Lot Type: Chalet Gardens

Size: 40x30

World: Windenburg

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A Little Murderess °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･❀*

❀ female!murderer!reader x poly!ghostface ❀

Part 1 // 1.6k words

Warnings: slightly graphic murder, stalking, alcoholic mother.

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Summary: You've just moved to a new town after the death of your little brother and stepfather with your mother. You're not ashamed of what you do to cope with the deaths; especially when you make two new friends who you might have more in common with than you thought...

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It was something that you were used to, the sight of blood on your hands. Burrowing its way into your clothing. It was comforting, almost. It reminded you of what transpired last year, the whole reason you moved to California in the first place. It was, of course, a little early to start your spree, but you didn’t want to wait any longer. The voice of revenge raged in your head, telling you to do things that you would do in a heartbeat. You were revenge’s bitch, and you knew it.

Woodsboro, California. You’d just moved here with your mother, in a house that was far too big for the two of you. There was a kitchen that you knew would never see a home-cooked meal, a family room that would sit empty, and an office that would never see a day’s work. Your mother was a carcass of herself after what happened, and you were barely any better.

The death of your brother was a shock to everybody, but the murderer was worse. Your father abandoned you and your mother when you were born, disappearing under the cloak of night with nearly two thousand dollars in jewelry. Your father, hunched over the dead body of your step-father, and the body of your eight-year-old brother at his feet. You found him first, and your mother was the one that shot him—your father. It was something that was forever burned in your memory, something that made you angry. At your father, at your step-father, at men. They took your brother away from you—and in the same breath, your mother, too.

And now you stood, knife in hand, the body of some homeless man at your feet. You weren’t stupid, it was California—a state that wasn’t exactly new to murder. You knew that the police wouldn’t question the death of another homeless man—they’d chalk it up to a drug deal gone wrong, and you knew it. The death partly satisfied the need for revenge in your head, and the part that it didn’t satisfied laid dormant, ready for when you would next plan your kill.

You were starting high school up next Monday—your mother wanted time for you to get settled before you started the familiar routine of school up again. It would be hell, and you knew it. You didn’t want to be known as the ‘new girl’, because inevitably somebody would dig around in your past, and that was the last thing that you wanted.

The knife in your hand was your stepdad’s. It was one of the things that you wanted to keep after his death, and it was a pretty bowie knife. You liked it enough, it was comfortable in your hand. Stable, sharp, and virtually unbreakable. You kept it to remind you of what your new Mission was.

You cleaned the blade off on the man’s army green jacket, and moved his body to prop it against the curb of the sidewalk. You were behind a building, the cold night making your breath appear like smoke in front of you. Your hands were frigid, your nose numb from the stinging air. You took one last look at the body in front of you, before deciding to make your mark—two hearts carved into the face of the body. You wanted to leave something behind, just in case you decided to go big. You put the knife away in your bag, and walked away from the body.

Nobody was around, the clacking of your footsteps echoing in the silence. The eerie yellow lighting from the streetlights provided you little lighting as you made your way to the cherry red car you parked nearly a block away from the scene of your crime. You climbed in, your head surprisingly clear from the atrocity you just committed. You grinned to yourself, knowing that whatever you just did wasn’t normal. You were not supposed to harm others as a coping mechanism for what happened to you, you could almost hear the shrieks of some poor therapist if you told them what you just did. They’d have a field day if you confessed to the two other murders you’ve done. You turned the car on, the headlights illuminating the street ahead of you.

You were about two miles from your house—you’d already planned how far away you were going to travel for these murders. Nothing closer than two miles—that was the boundary you set. And you’d be damned if you’d break it. You drove the two miles, listening to nothing but silence as you drove, your thoughts empty. You were on autopilot, and it was comforting. You didn’t like to think anymore—not since The Incident.

The ride home was uneventful, and as you stepped out of your car, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You felt like somebody was watching you. You weren’t stupid, and you knew not to ignore your feelings—you had taken the bowie knife out of your bag, and had it in your hands. If some motherfucker grabbed you, they’d regret it. You felt for the house keys in your pocket. You took out the keys, looking for the pink one. Bingo. You walked to the front of the house, unlocking the door. Stepping inside, you close and locked it.

“Mom?” You shouted, and there was no response. One quick look around the house, and she was passed out in her room, two bottles of alcohol on her nightstand. “You’re out for the night.”

Her drinking didn’t bother you, not anymore. She left you to your devices, and you left her to hers. It didn’t matter. Whatever semblance of a relationship you had with your mother now, you preferred it. Less supervision allowed you to get up to other antics, and ignore hers. You covered your mother with a blanket, and turned off her lights. You closed her door quietly, trying not to disturb her. Not that you would; she was clearly going to sleep for a while.

The feeling of being watched persisted, and you kept the knife with you. You made it to your room, boxes stacked around you like guards protecting some valuable treasure. Your curtains were open, giving you a view of the neighborhood, the quiet sight almost making you miss your home state of Pennsylvania. Almost. Pennsylvania was where your brother was buried and dead.

The room was slightly cold as you undressed, your hoodie and sweatpants going in the dirty clothes box you made out of a trashed record player box. You’d find your hamper eventually, but at the rate your mother was moving, it would probably be three months before the house was properly settled. You moved, searching one of the boxes marked ‘PAJAMAS’ in sloppy handwriting, and settling on a pair of plaid bottoms and an old Mӧtley Crüe shirt that was nearing the end of its life. The feeling of being watched persisted, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when the phone rang.

“Hi, you’ve reached Hoes to Go, you fuck ‘em we drug ‘em,” You answered, rolling your eyes. Moving to sit down on the bed, you sat criss-cross on the myriad of blankets that decorated the mattress. “Who’s speaking?”

“Someone that wants to talk to you,” You raised an eyebrow, noticing the voice changer. You’d had a friend back in Pennsylvania with something similar and would answer the phone in various different voices. “What’s your favorite movie genre?”

“The one where I go to sleep and don’t deal with idiots prank-calling me on the telephone,” You joked, smiling a bit as you sat against the headboard. “What’s yours?”

“The ones where the pretty girls get blood all over them,” The voice said, and you laughed, genuinely. Whoever was on the other line was playing some sort of joke, and failing. It took a lot to scare you, especially after everything that you’ve done and what’s happened to you.

“That’s nice, I’m sure. Listen, you’re a smart guy. It’s like, one o’clock on a Wednesday night. You’re most likely a teenager, so I’m going to ask you this one thing—shouldn’t you be in bed for school?” A dark chuckle emitted from the other end of the line, and you picked up your knife, playing with it.

“Didn’t your mommy teach you to not play with knives?” The question made you pause, the sense of dread creeping up on you. You didn’t freeze, you didn’t want to give the mystery man the pleasure of watching you freak out.

“Didn’t your daddy ever tell you to never insult a girl with a knife?” Your voice wasn’t shakey, to your relief. You didn’t want to give off any indication you were frightened. You were on the second story, so it was unlikely that anybody was going to climb through the window. And even if someone did intrude, it wasn’t like you were above killing. That was something you’d grown fond of.

“Someone thinks they're clever,” The voice said, and you playfully flashed the knife at the window. “It’d be a shame if you wound up dead.”

“I could say the same to the person on the end of the phone,” You grinned, putting the knife down. “This has been fun, Mystery Man, but I’m tired. Long day, y’know? New neighborhood, new house, new shit. I got stuff to do tomorrow, so call me when it’s not late. Toodles.” Before the voice could protest, you hung up, and jumped out of bed to close your curtains, flipping off whatever was out there before you clasped them shut with a claw clip.

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-> Part 2

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gojoroui · 2 months

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what do your moots remind you of?

tysm for turning this in nonnie, i was really exited to try this <3 & the fact i thought i had NO MOOTS when i literally have like 33 💀

@wvnrqs — ribbons & bows, old newspapers, pretty swans, tulips, bubbles during a summer day, vintage books

@ode2rin — cats, plushies, desserts, pillow sheets, clouds during a sunset, slice of life vlogs

@yuzurins — chirping birds in pretty meadows, bubble tea, spring mornings, green tea, flowers, plants

@okkalo — golden coins, rainbows, duckies, cardigans, soft breeze at night, lakes, cherries

@noomon — the sun, diaries, simple yet beautiful things, love letters, projectors, mini fireworks

@yoisami — serenity, raindrops falling down a window, youth, modeling posters, strawberries, bunnies

@mikareo — twinkling stars, lattes, romance k dramas, museum of arts, recording studios, eclipse

@rinzsu — instagram posts, cookies, snowman, masquerade balls, photo albums, the beach

@hanrinz — stars, k-pop concerts, snowflakes, headphones, mini skirts, candles on a rainy day

@rosequarzo — japanese folktale, lucky money, headphones, fantasize by ariana grande, toast, waking up at 2am for a snack

@adoregojo — modern universities, polaroids, black & white manga, hairclips, milk tea, bonnets

@riekiss — winter wonderland, snow angels, jewelry, dolphins bumping noses, mini skirts, slowly plucking petals off a flower

@popponn — frogs ofc, matcha, perfectly healthy & straight grass, keroppi, bootcut jeans, chanel soap

@rewh0re — autumn leaves, wooden instruments, music notes, greek & rome mythology, poetry, sacred monuments

@y2kuromi — sand castles, colorful ice cream flavors, perfect pair by beabadoobee, staying up to talk with friends until 1am, pretty seashells, butterflies

@pokkomi — glitter & sparkles, staring at clouds, fantasy genre, cargos, hello kitty, angels

@yunymphs — models, laufey, coquette aesthetic, anything gucci, attractive girls, money

@520cafe — sparrows, cats chasing after yarn strings, thirsty by aespa, picture frames, rice with soy sauce, playlists

@etoiile — lipstick, fashion, staring at the starry night sky, french cookies, milk, daisies

@moonswolfie — coffee, studying with a candlelight during a rainy day, scarves, autumn breeze, biscuits, puppies

@kyoghurts — saturn, friendly aliens, lipstick stains on a white shirt, peach eyes by wave to earth, carp streamers, chalk

@kxttqi — lilies, sunrise & sunsets, lion cubs, melting candles, strawberries, pretty instagram posts

@kaiser1ns — book shelves, j-pop, cheesecake, birthday streamers, lucky money, tigers

@rninies — aventurine, unforgiven by le sserefim, pochacco, mangoes, flip phones, figurine boxes

@iluvies — kaomoji, koi ponds, expensive restaurants, red velvet cake, pottery, bunnies that have their nose scrunched up

@lovedazai — sweet bananas, lily of the valley, bouquet of roses, the smell when you walk into a bakery, prom nights, fairytales

@scopuo — jjk theme song, video games, dvds, tote bags, japanese apartments, thrift stores

@culturity — watching edits at 3am, stargirl, cleared remix by lilithzplug, nokia phone, laces, ramen

@myuroll — my melody, rubber duckies, alice from wonderland, koi fishes, cake rolls, the feeling when when someone gives you a compliment

@noirflms — flower petals, cherry blossoms, coquette clothing, hoodies, pinterest whispers, apocalypse by cigs after sex

@wishmemel — wish me mell, chocolate covered strawberries, the moon, pretty nails, new york at night, mcdonald’s chicken nuggets

@saelique — ocean waves, san-x, doves, kindergarteners (bc ur cute & fun ^^), friends to lovers trope, headphones, staying in bed for 5 more minutes b4 school

@yeritos — pudding, iced coffee, pearl necklaces, mesmerizing color palettes, skipping rocks, mary jane shoes, lamp

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theblueflower05 · 1 year

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You Get Me So High

Drabble in the First Love/Late Spring series

A/N: A little bit of a filler- I just wanted an excuse to fit this little scene into this story. It didn't fit in the last part but I loved it too much to let it go.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: FLUFF(I know we’re all surprised, but I need a break from the angst) Minors can interact with this one. PG-13 forsure.

Summary: You unearth a gift that you forgot to give your mate. A small peek into You and Neteyam’s slow mornings. Domestic bliss and herbal tea flavored kisses. Neteyam x Reader

If you want to catch up on how we got here, here's the Series Masterlist

Previous<: Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea

The morning eclipse washes over Awa’atlu, drenching it in the striking colors of the peaking sun. The sea glitters, awake before the village. Never ceasing its constant, rhythmic movement even as the people still lay dormant, tucked in tight with their loved ones.

Your status in the clan and the duties that came with it had always forced you into being an early riser, though there is nothing you loved more than digging yourself deep into your bed and slumbering for as long as possible.

You loved being comfy, feeling safe. Got stuck in behind your eyelids, in that hazy peace that only moments before the dawn could bring. Many times Ronal had dragged you from the family Mauri, huffing about the late hour and fretting with your unruly hair.

You don't wake to the hustle and bustle of your childhood home anymore.

It had been that way for the past month or so. Fertility Season had come and gone, and you and Neteyam had spent the time after adjusting to the new normal.

Both of you had grown up in loud, full homes. Surrounded by family, never a moment of quiet to be found. The still silence in your shared Mauri had been a bit unnerving at first. It was just the two of you in these walls after all.

Now though, you craved these moments. They felt private and sacred as you and Neteyam prepared for the day, for the long hours usually chalked full of duties that would keep you busy and separated.

Your mate is a man of routine, you’d picked up on the fact quickly.

He woke as soon as light begin to dance in the many sun catchers and wind chimes that littered the entrance to your Pod. Once the Fkio(birds,gulls) began to squall, he was rising. Gently untangling his limbs from your own and hurrying over to the firepit to bring it back to life.

He’d open all of the blinds to let the air in, the salty ocean breeze filling the space with a freshness that could only come with a new day.

Then comes washing up, changing into a clean tweng and re-adorning all of his jewelry, leaving the intricate battle band and layered choker for last. He liked it when you helped him fasten all of those hard-to-reach ties.

He brews strong tea in the clay pot that his mom had passed down to him. It reminds him of the ones that his grandmother had kept in her hut. Extremely detailed, crafted by an Omaticaya Ceramist. Jade green in color, jungle flowers etched into its sides.

Neteyam lets you get your fill of slumber. Enjoys watching you as you doze, curled up on the bed mat. Your features loose and lost to dreams, occasionally tensing with off scrunches or your nose or twitches of your ears. It’s only when the sun reaches a certain place in the sky that he goes to wake you. Knowing he can wait no longer before you’re late.

You love to sleep, but you absolutely hate being late.

His difficult little munxtate(wife).

He’s so gentle, every time.

Rousing you with soft touches and hums right into your skin. Even before you’re fully coherent you reach for him, greedy fingers. Pursed lips.

The piping hot tea is energizing, you nurse your cup as you go through your own little patterns.

Neteyam knows, now, that you are not particularly chatty until you’ve fully woken up. He doesn't mind the comfortable quiet, busies himself with cleaning his riding gear, readying for a day of patrolling and hunting.

You prepare a quick breakfast before bathing and dressing. Easily clocking the way Neteyam’s amber gaze fixes on your hips when you shimmy into your skirt. Reach behind yourself to twine the strings around your tail. Heat blooms across your cheeks, it’s too early for him to look at you like that. He grins when you roll your eyes and mutter something that sounds a lot like “insatiable skxawng”

The two of you have been working on getting everything organized, and the Mauri is finally coming together. Homey and colorful, filled with little trinkets and pieces of both of your cultures. You were still working on cataloging your wardrobe, untangling the many dangling tops and layered necklaces- it was a pain and you really needed to make time to get it done.

So focused on getting your herbs straightened, prioritizing assisting your heavily pregnant Aunt with healer’s errands that you’d honestly put it off.

It’s your own fault that you need to untangle the top you want to wear from various other pieces of jewelry. You can't be frustrated with anyone but yourself, you fingers work at the knots until you free the article of clothing.

You’re working the crocheted straps over your shoulders when it catches your eye.

Gleams in a beam of sunlight that streams in from the opened windows.

A low gasp escapes you as you reach for it fast.

Between the emotional chaos that had come with the misunderstanding between yourself, Neteyam and Seychelle and then haze of Fertility Season, you’d forgotten.

In the quick paced move into the new Mauri- it had been lost, buried in the messy overfilled baskets of your belongings.

It’s the armband that you’d made for Neteyam.

You enjoy making jewelry, liked the way it kept your hands from being idle. Could string delicate shells into a multitude of necklaces and bracelets and hairpieces that made good gifts for family and friends. There were villagers with more talent than you at the craft, sure, but you thought your creations were pretty enough.

This particular piece had given you a run for your money.

You'd wanted to make something that would remind him of home but the jewelry that the Sully’s wore were extremely intricate, daunting to even look at. The Omiticaya are known for their weaving skills after all.

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You’d enlisted the youngest Sully to help you, a bit too shy to share the planned project with anyone else. Tuk loved crafting, frequently giving her creations to any and everyone. She had been thrilled when you approached her, practically shaking with excitement when you promised to take her out to the distant sandbars by Ilu back in exchange for her help.

Omiticayan patterns are hard to master, complex and layered. Leather isn't a medium you usually worked with and your fingers had felt clumsy as you’d attempted the multi strand braiding.

Tuk is patient and friendly. A brilliant teacher even at her young age. She’d spent hours tucked away on that private beach with you. Chattering excitedly as you began to pick it up and the band starts to take shape.

“Who’re you making it for?” She’d questioned, pressing in that innocent, instant way that only a child could “I don't see anyone here wear jewelry like this, it's all so different from back home”

“Just for a friend” You’d paused for a moment, staring down at your slow working fingers. “I think these designs are beautiful, you’ll have to help me make more. I want an anklet just like yours”

She’d beamed, happy to show off the dangling jewels on her feet. She’d made it herself! She could make you one to match, easy!

Only when the horns had sounded, dinner going to start soon, did the two of you gather your belongings and head back in. Tuk had told her parents she would be with you, Jake and Neytiri had deemed you responsible enough to get her back safely. You wouldn't disappoint.

“I hope your friend likes it, Y/N! See ya tomorrow! Don’t be late- you promised we’d race to the sandbar! You can't go back on a promise!” She’d called to you as you’d reached the village, running off in a flurry. Energetic as ever.

“I would never! Get ready to lose, Tuktirey!”

Her twinkling laugh all the response she’d given you.

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You’d worked so hard on the band. Meticulously incorporated pieces of shells into the leather. Turquoise, carnelian and topaz toned, to match the beads of Neteyam's choker. The shells were hard to find, but you’d scoured the shore for days, discarding the ones that weren't the right color.

A large blush colored pearl hangs from the center, the patterns of the banding circling it in delicate loops.

You run your fingers over it, recalling how much hard work you’d put into it. How many hours you’d spend having to undo and we braid the patterns-

You plop down next to your mate, near the fire. Legs criss crossed neatly and an eager smile on your face. Clutching something hidden in your fist.

“What?” Neteyam wonders as he eats his breakfast. He’d quickly become fond of the milky sweet rice and fruit that you made in the mornings, he shovels it eagerly into his mouth every time.

“I have a present for you”

That was the last thing he was expecting to hear. His eyebrows raise and his tail flicks, interested, behind him.

“Really?” he speaks with his mouth still full. He’s endearing, even when he’s gross.

“Yes, I am very late. I meant to give it to you long ago. But with the move and everything else it got lost. So lost, you’ve seen the chest where I keep my clothing. It really is a mess” you wave your free hand in the air, gesturing almost wildly as you ramble”- ugh. I forgot, I truly did”

He waits patiently throughout your little special, a small smile on his lips.

“You didn't need to get me anything…” he says, but you can see the concealed intrigue in his eyes. Dare you say it was excitement?

You're a bit nervous as you open your hand, revealing the contents inside, resting against your palm. Holding it out to him in offering. “I wanted to. Here, I really hope you like it”

Neteyam takes the armband between his thin fingers, brings it close to his face to inspect it. The whole time your heart races wildly and you stare at him for any inclination that he might not like it-

“Did you make this?”

“I did” you nod.

“But it’s- it’s Omiticayan design? How did you do this?”

“Oh, I know. It’s why it’s a little bit rough- I’d never made anything like it before. But Tuk was tons of help! She pretty much walked me through it all. We did it months ago but like I told you, I misplaced it”

Neteyam continues to stare at it, his eyes swimming with emotion. He runs his thumb along the weaved leather, over and over again. “The pearl?..”

“The one you found at the beach, in the clam, remember? You gave it to me but I wanted you to be able to keep it. I wasn't lying when I said they’re good luck when they’re that big”

His eyes go from the gift in his hand, meet yours instead. They’re shining. Happy, clearly and a grin breaks out across your face, able to read the wordless que's.

“Get over here” Neteyam reaches for you, hand cupping your face as he clutches you to him, almost right into his empty lap. Claims your willing lips with his own.

The kisses are smothering, consistent little pecking that makes you gasp. He tastes like creamy rice and sweet Yovo- you can feel his canines as he grin. Your hands tangle into his braids, clutching him right back. Your stomach flip flopping with the sheer joy of it all.

“You like?” you’re muffled by his lips, speak the question into his mouth.

“I” kiss “Love” kiss “It”

He doesn't bother to pull away until he's kissed you stupid. Long and thorough. Your head is spinning and theres butterflies erupting in your chest. Your lips feel a bit raw as you pant and lean against him heavily.

“I can't believe you took the time to do this. You are the sweetest, you know. So sweet to me I don't even know what to do with you” He beams and your heart skips one beat. And then two. His smile is a bright thing, his front teeth just a bit longer then the rest-

You hope your children look like him. You wish you could have seen him as a little one.

You caress his face, knuckling lightly at his cheeks. Watching, your hindbrain lighting up, as he slips the band up his arm until it sits snug around his bulging bicep, secured tight.

It looks so good.

You have the urge to make him endless ornaments. Maybe you'll start something for his hair? You could probably find feathers similar to the ones he wore now...

Everytime you think that you couldn't possibly get any happier, you do. You think that you might float away one day- filled to the brim with all of the buoyant love you have for him.

“Thank you, really Y/N. I-” his voice wavers a bit as your nose rubs against his. You’re content like this, in his lap. Pressed in close with your lover. “I don't know how I lived so many years without you. You bring me joy I didn't know existed”

His words echo your frequent thoughts.

The morning is soft and syrupy slow, like all mornings spent with your mate.

Waking up early did have its perks, after all.

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So Neteyam’s sisters X Y/N are some of my favorite dynamics. I can’t wait to write more Tuk & Kiri.

I got some asks after Part Three and I was like ohhhh no, everyone thinks they’re toxic but they’re really not lol they just need to learn how to not be idiots and communicate with each other.

Can we talk about how Y/N's love language is offering her self up to Neteyam on a silver plate? I'm pretty sure that could be translated to Gift Giving.

I’m thinking about doing a little filler/drabble like this every few chapters as a kind of pallet cleanser? There’s just so much about this world and these characters that I want to share with you all.

Also mango sticky rice is my absolute favorite and I’m a green tea girly. Of course I had to incorporate them somewhere😂

What are some of your favorite things that you’d like to see in this universe? Let me know!

#neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam fluff #neteyam x metkayina!reader

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crushedsweets · 3 months

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may we get some like random hc? i just like hearing them.

ok im so bored and have no ideas but i will talk and see what emerges. ok actually now that im done i wrote a lot LMFAO

natalie's hair was always really fucked up growing up. tangled, dirty, matted, etc - generally neglected. eventually her dad just gave her a shitty ass bob so they wouldnt have to deal with it anymore, which grew into a shag that she wore throughout highschool. after highschool, she never cuts her hair. she doesn't take GREAT care of it, but she keeps it brushed - never wants to deal with matted hair again

natalie also kept the literal clock in her eye until she was about 22. she wore a medical eyepatch when at work and made up some health excuse, but she EVENTUALLY got an actual prosthetic eye when she was around 25. . . and it is in fact clock designed. but its more comfortable and less risk of infection

after the whole nina leaving jeff fiasco, jane realizes how much her job (private investigator) has been impacting her health. she begins getting teaching credentials to be a college professor. mary, her wife, teaches elementary school. they compliment each other nicely

jane also began dipping into some gothic looks after meeting nina. at first, it was because she was playing undercover (paid by Liu) to figure out what Nina's deal with jeff was - so she knew nina was in alternative crowds, and tried to dress the part. then she started to get into the silhouettes and lace and jewelry and whatnot. but she still is usually just in classic, simple dresses and jewelry

natalie, toby, and nina all smoke weed. natalie is the worst of them. kate gets super paranoid when she's high, and jack just doesn't like it. all of them drink though, usually when they hang out at the proxy cabin, toby will open a 6 pack and they'll chat or something.

nina would cut a very shallow smile into her cheeks basically every week from ages 17-22. it was just the first layer of skin and would bubble up some blood, but it was never that severe. the skin on someones face heals really well, BUT nina did it so often, it's permanently scarred. she uses makeup to cover it

nina gets a motorcycle after she leaves jeff!!!! it's her easiest way of getting to and from her friends in the woods, and she thinks she looks super badass. she's got it wrapped in pink and has a pink helmet and everything. clocky n kate have been her backpack a few times. toby refuses to try, and jacks too big.

BEN, Jack, and Jeff all frequent the dark web.

since I know it doesn't make sense for all of them to even have wifi in the woods, I THIIINK i'm just gonna chalk it up to BEN's presence. he is a wifi tower. or something like that. when he's off and away(which is rare), they all lose signal and r pissy about it.

nina goes to raves. frequently.

when kate is finally getting pushed to get away from slendy (since O/S are both getting weaker and starting to fall back into hibernation), she gets a job at a morgue. night shift, quiet, private, used to everything, etcccc etc etc

#asks #creeped #crp #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta au #hcs #creepypasta hcs #clockwork #natalie ouellette #nina the killer

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xxdemonicheartxx · 8 months

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Flight Rising flights but as art mediums:

There are some overlaps in mediums since dragons are so tight knit and far spread

Earth: tile work/mosaics, jewelry work, ceramics, stone sculpture, chalk, clay work, plaster, leather work, rain chains

Water: plaster work, woven tapestries, shell jewelry and chimes, pearl inlays, decorative sails and flags, basket weaving, sandstone carving, watercolors, mirrors and glass sculptures

Shadow: optical illusions, black and white photography, puzzle boxes, uranium glass work, maybe iron work, mycology arrangements, shadow boxes, gouache, anything that involves glowing in the dark

Light: stone carving and gold foiled painting, sometimes tapestry weaving to depict an image or scene, impressionism, oil paint, tempera, portraiture, clothing and attire, mirrors, pigment making

Plague: hyper realism, and taxidermy, ceramics, bone carvings, tattoos, ink block prints, collage art, murals, leather work, totems and large outdoor installations

Nature: floral arrangements, dye work, wood work, candle making, hot wax painting, landscaping, rain chains, wind chimes, tapestries, needle felting, carpentry, animal cosmetics (haircuts, animal safe dye, nail and claw painting, etc), apparel/clothing, pigment making

Ice: needle felting, wood carving, quilting, ice carving and sculpture, snow sculptures, knitting, the art of tea blends, dried plant arrangements, carpentry, fabric weaving, tapestries, crochet, wood burning, blanket weaving, candle making, dye work, wood turning

Fire: welding, decorative weapon smithing, glass blowing, wood burning, wrought iron, stained glass, latticed metal, terracotta, ceramics, obsidian and basalt carving, graphite, slate, charcoal

Wind: paper mache, ribbon mediums, basket weaving, sonorous sculptures, wind chimes, feathered attire, really tall and thin structures/sculptures, jade carving, blanket weaving

Arcane: resin, stained glass, welding, intricate silver work, collaborative neon work with shadow (they need that special eye for glow in the dark), crystal carving, zen gardens, bonsai art, screen printing, photography, illuminated manuscripts, clothing and apparel, gold foil work, abstract art

Lightning: bronze cast sculptures, sand sculptures (when lightning strikes the sand and turns it to stone) aluminum casts poured into ant colonies/hills, pop art, up-cycled art, photography, art that is still capable of being utilized and interacted with because people and dragons are part of the medium, assemblage art, banners and flags

#feel free to add your own this is all I could think of off the top of my head #you are also free to use this for lore purposes I’m just spit alling ideas #I understand music and writing are also artistic mediums but I was thinking tangible mediums #plus mysic and writing have their own categories and genres #fr #dragon #flight rising #flightrising #flight rising flights #flights #worldbuilding

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seabysiren · 1 year

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new tides

summary: as the moon rises, so does the strange behavior of k'uk'ulkan.

there was something strange in the way k'uk'ulkan looked at you. something that made your back straighten and your heart pound.

often times you would help him patrol the seas. protect the people. keeping the younglings away from the boarder. helping tired mothers take care of their children or making delectable feasts.

but when you were off duty, you still kept close to your king. because being his aid required you to be with him. in case of emergency. in case he needed advice. information. favors.

in case he needed a nurturing, guiding hand when he was lost.

but something changed in the way he looked at you.

usually you would be greeted with a soft smile, his beautiful warm eyes glistening in the light he provided for you. for his people.

his voice would be warm as he laughs. as he jokes. or as he gives out orders with a harsh tint to his voice and a stormy expression.

he would greet you with benevolence.

but something changed. no longer did he look at you in such warmth. but rather the same gloomy, stormy expression he would present when his kingdom was in danger.

a frown would slowly make its way onto his face as he absent mindedly gazes at you. his eyebrows quirked in such a way that showed deep thoughts brewing away.

you didn't question the sudden change. because you had no idea of the burden he carried as king. he must've been thinking about something important, otherwise he wouldn't be staring off into the distance so often.

you chalked up the nervous feeling that you did something wrong. that you were the cause of such a dilemma.

one thing you did note was the change in how he presented himself. the usual jewelry adjourning his chest and face had changed. from jade to vibrant vibranium colored in deep purples and reds.

from necklaces of seashells to seaglass full of light and color.

but his eyes remained the same. it held the same warmth he gifted you everytime you saw him. just with something a little darker swirling in deep, warm browns.

something that made your heart flutter and your veins fill with anxiety.

"my king." you muttered, giving him a small bow as you look at him. once again, he is in his hutt. where he paints of the battles. of his mother. of the story of his people and how his kingdom came to be.

a soft breath escaped your lips as you looked at your king. his hair, usually swept by the waves of the sea, was donning a beautiful featherpiece that gleamed against his warm skin.

the blues and greens mixed with the vibrant reds against his darker hair. his cape nearly touched the floor, woven with the same colors that matched his hair piece. the gold and jade glistened against his skin as you gulped, drawing your eyes away from his figure and up to his face.

he had a smile on his face.

"you...called for me?" you uttered, reminding him of why he asked for your presence.

"in erudito. lovely as always." you felt your calm facade slowly slipping as you bit your lip. it felt like the usually cool air around the hutt had significantly warmed. like someone had lit a fire.

you kept your mouth shut. because you didn't know how to respond. never had someone given you such a compliment. especially not your king.

k'uk'ulkan slowly approached you, his eyes roving across your figure, his eyes dark as he devoured you.

you gulped, fidgeting with your hands as he approached until he was directly in front of you.

you could almost feel his warm breath against your dewy skin. instead of focusing on the warmth that radiated off his skin, you drew your eyes to the floor. looking anywhere but him.

you were unknowing to the way he looked at you in this moment. full of tender warmth and love. adoration and kindness. something so gentle, so vulnerable that he hasn't shown to anyone. not since the time of his mother.

instead you stared at the ground.

"as you know. the duties of the king are endless." you nodded, averting your eyes to stare at the beautiful artwork painted behind you. you traced each and every stroke as he continued.

"and as time passes, so does our kingdom. but each kingdom needs more than just a ruler. a king needs..." he leaned closer, gently grasping your chin in his calloused hands.

he turned your attention back to him. he demanded it. your breath stuttered as you panicked. never had he been this close. close enough that you could smell the sweet scent of fruit from his breath. or feel warm puffs of air against your skin.

"a betrothed. someone who will rule in grace and favor." your eyes widen as you try to pull away.

"in ajawo'! i am but a mere scholar. i could not possibly be what talokanil needs..." you trail off. your voice shook in your throat as he cupped your face in both of his hands.

"my love. you are more than just a scholar." he pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes searching yours as he continued.

"you are a warrior. a brave one who will not hesitate to defend your kingdom. you are an advisor. who gives insight where others cannot. you are nurturing. patient to the younglings. a healer and a gatherer for the families who struggle."

his lips quirk into a soft smile.

"none of your degrading thoughts."

he steps back and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"you are more than a scholar. and if you let me, in amado, you shall become a ruler. with me."

you gulped. your eyes shyly tracing his figure until you came across his eyes. they seemed so warm. practically calling out for you. to hold you. to cherish you.

your voice shook as you spoke, uncertainty filling your words.

"but me? surely, you're making a mistake in ajawo'."

"it is no mistake. just as the tides beckon to the call of the moon. my love for you is eternal. pixan. it is no mistake. if i shall have someone, it must be you. and if not you, no one."

you pursed your lips together, trying to calm the fluttering of your heart as your chest exploded in warmth. of his love. his devotion.

"if... you will have me." a big smile spread across his face as he rested his hands on your hips, gently sqeezing them to reassure you.

"for eternity, in yaxil tun."

#k'uk'ulkan x you #k'uk'ulkan x reader #namor x reader #namor x you #namor imagine #namor fanfiction #wakanda forever #gn reader #tenoch huerta

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sinfullyrosey · 1 year

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TWST Lamia!Reader Thoughts

I forgot I had typed up this little idea a while back and never finished it. Not one of my better works given how it was written, but eh. Fandom could always need more fics where the Reader isn’t human.

Kalim Al-Asim X GN!Lamia!Reader X Jamil Viper (can be read as either platonic or romantic)

Warnings: Reader does eat somebody, but nothing too graphic is described (it’s not sexual in nature, more so dark tbh)

All Characters are 18+

The Scarabia dormleader hasn’t been as chipper as he usually is. He seems much more distracted, isn’t as excited during parties, and all around just doesn’t seem like himself. Some of the other Scarabia students had taken notice and became concerned, asking if maybe another party would cheer him up or if he should go on a magic carpet ride around the dorm? But any and all suggestions were sadly shot down as the young Asim sighs heavily.

Kalim laments on how he’s homesick and misses his family, but especially misses his “pet snake” that he got as a birthday gift a few years back. He hasn’t seen them since attending Night Raven and has only ever been able to talk to them through the phone. The last bit about talking to the snake confused a few students, but they just chalked it up to something Kalim would do.

So, it was suggested that the snake just be sent over to stay in the Scarabia Dorm by some of the students.

Jamil immediately objected, saying they’re too big and would require a whole dorm room to themselves, along with a strict feeding schedule and he’s already got enough on his plate to deal with and- he’s forced to relent after the Asims agree to send his snake over after Kalim commented on it in their last phone call.

After all, they’ve been rather fussy lately without Kalim around and the servants are scared tired of dealing with the Asim heir’s “pet.”

So, everybody (excluding Kalim and Jamil) was expecting some rare, exotic snake like a python or viper hybrid or other.

What they weren’t expecting was an actual, full-sized lamia nestled comfortably in a bed of pillows and fine silks, decorated in jewelry and gold, their eyes scanning the room and tongue flickering out in contentment.

While the rest of the dorm was gawking and sending questionable looks Jamil’s way, Kalim was vibrating in excitement and blabbing away next to his “pet,” asking them if they were comfortable, if they needed anything, if they were hungry perhaps?

The last comment made the others stiffen and slowly inch their way towards the exit, not wanting to be a possibly hungry lamia’s next meal.

Seizing the opportunity, Jamil grinned and commented, “If any of you cause trouble, you’ll be the next one on their plate.”

The number of incidents that typically happened around the dorm seemed to decrease that first week.

Once things had settled in and the dorm got used to the reptilian dormmate, everything basically went on as usual. Kalim was back to his old self and Jamil now had another thing to add to his daily tasks (though Kalim insisted he could do most of the lamia’s chores on his own). Plus, now Jamil had somebody he could properly vent to who’d listen and act as a second bodyguard to the young heir.

Speaking of which…

One night, Kalim begged to be allowed to have you sleep with him in his bed, just this once! He had cried about how he just really missed you and that he’d be fine considering he used to do the same thing back when they were all kids, which Jamil countered with a, “You weren’t supposed to do it back then either.” No matter the begging and pleading, Jamil said no and that was that. You’d remain in your own room, in your own bed, and Kalim will do the same.

Kalim was sad, but relented, heading off to get ready for bed, you slithering close behind to wish him a goodnight before returning to your own room for the night.

The night was particularly cold, prompting Kalim to sleep with a few extra pillows and sheets. He was curled up peacefully, snuggling a pillow close to him, completely unaware of the danger slowly creeping up and through the open balcony. The stranger, oh-so quietly and cautiously, made their way into the dormroom, scanning the room to make sure the coast was clear.

The room was dark, with only the Moon illuminating the bed where the Asim heir lied, exposed, and unprotected, his usual retainer nowhere in sight. The assassin made sure that everybody else was fast asleep, including Jamil, before making their move. They knew about past assassination attempts and studied them to see where they failed.

Everything had fallen into place and now was the perfect time to strike!

The assassin crouched as to stay stealthy and slowly began to tiptoe towards the canopy, dagger in hand. With each step, Kalim came more into view, still snoozing away. He was surrounded by pillows and blankets, wrapping around him like a warm, secure hug. Too bad it wouldn’t be enough to protect him from the dagger that was now raised and at the ready.

Sudden movement made the assassin halt for a second, shifting their attention away from the sleeping face of the Asim, and towards one of the blankets at his side. The assassin listened and waited in case it was their target that made the movement and was waking up.

Another small movement, this time from the other side of the heir, caught their attention. Something was shifting around the Asim, but the assassin didn’t know quite what it was. They didn’t recall Kalim sharing a bed with anyone or anything, not human or animal.

They tried to follow the movements, but it was hard to see in the dark and seemed to be coming from multiple points on the bed, causing the pillows and sheets to tumble and shift from the odd movements. They followed along around the sleeping boy before, eventually, their gaze stopped towards the end of the bed, a little bit away from Kalim’s position.

What they saw made them stop dead in their tracks.

Through the darkness, the figure of another human was gazing right at them, eyes gleaming at them in a soft, yet menacing glow. They didn’t look like any normal human eyes, the pupils were sharpened into thin slits, resembling some sort of unknown beastman species the assassin was not sure of.

But before the stranger could formulate a plan to off you first before moving onto their real target, more movement on the bed briefly caught their attention. And what they saw made their blood run cold.

They realized all too late it wasn’t just pillows and blankets that surrounded the still sleeping heir. It was the scaly, smooth coils of a reptile that had weaved its way around Kalim and the bed, offering a protective circle around him. Their gaze trailed back down to the other person in the bed whose watchful eyes were still trained on the intruder.

The realization was too late. The lamia had already sat up in bed and in that split second of distracted regret, they striked.

The next morning, Kalim wakes up to see you, his precious lamia friend, with a full belly.

A very full belly.

“Oh, did you get a midnight snack?”

You crack open a single eye, tongue flickering at him sleepily. He beams at your simple response and shuffles out of bed.

“That’s okay, I’ll let Jamil know that you won’t be needing breakfast! I’ll be back later to rub your belly if you want!”

And with that, the excited boy ran out of the room to get something to eat and tell all about the little “sleepover” he had with you, forgetting that Jamil had even forbade it.

Later, Jamil enters the room where you’re still sleeping off the meal and approaches you. He doesn’t say anything, just sizes you up and down before examining further by carefully pressing on your stomach, where the noticeable lump was. You didn’t mind, used to his prodding by this point.

Once he was done checking for whatever he was checking for (not like you cared all that much), Jamil looked at you with an unimpressed expression, crossing his arms.

“You weren’t supposed to be in here.”

You flick your tongue at him.

“But it looks like that was a good thing, if the body in your stomach says anything.”

You respond with another flick, stomach gurgling loudly as if confirming his suspicions.

He could only sigh at your antics.

“Fine, whatever, what’s done is done. I need to get to work before Kalim gets into trouble…”

He turns to leave, only to almost trip in place when something grabs one of his ankles. He looks down to see your tail slowly inching its way up his leg and to his waist. He was about to scold you when you pulled him towards you with your tail.

“Y/N, let go.”

You did not. Instead, curling your tail around him more and pulling him in for cuddles.

“Y/N, no. I’m not Kalim, so no cuddles.”

You nonchalantly stare back at him, readjusting both you and him on the bed to get more comfortable, softly hissing in the process.

“Y/N.”

You yawn.

Now, Jamil was still able to use his hands and magic to get free. If he really wanted to, he could use Snake Whisper to make you let go. But he knew doing so would only irritate you and lead Kalim to try and keep the peace, which would most likely end with all three of you in a cuddle pile.

He can deal with Kalim’s antics, and your antics, but not both of your antics.

The tired student let out a groan, slumping against your coils. He could afford to spend a few minutes or so humoring you until returning back to the stress that is his life. Kalim’s probably too caught up with breakfast and talking the other dorm students’ ear off to notice his absence. So, accepting his fate, Jamil shuffled in his spot to get more comfortable. You allowed him to adjust your coils, but still kept them wrapped around his waist, soaking up his heat just like you had with Kalim last night.

Once settled in, you laid your head back down on the pillow while he used the end of your tail as a makeshift one. He’d never admit it, but he appreciated the attention the lamia was giving him, knowing you were only doing it to give him a break. And besides, Jamil deserved some peace and quite for once.

Bonus

“So much for getting some alone time.”

Jamil sighed, watching as Kalim excitedly rubbed your still full stomach, both hands soothing the restlessness of your belly. It gurgled and growled under his touch. Your underbelly scales were smooth and cold, acting as a stim for Kalim who happily indulged both of you.

“You must have eaten a lot last night, huh Y/N?”

Jamil rolled his eyes at Kalim’s ignorance but wasn’t about to tell him the truth and possibly upset him. Maybe some day he’ll connect the dots on his own, but for now, you’re just his innocent little snake and it will stay that way.

“Yeah, one could say I was hungry enough to eat a whole person.“ You lazily smirked, much to the shock of Jamil and naïve confusion of Kalim.

Welp, maybe those dots will be connected much sooner than anticipated.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Kalim Al Asim #Jamil Viper #Kalim Al Asim X Reader #Jamil Viper X Reader #GN!Reader

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