#(obviously drawn with intent)

[raptorials]

cover em up slut

[swhhdr-wthhr]

i needed some practice drawing virgil from this au so here's another impromptu meme that i made in a day

original sketch and pose reference under cut

i used the pose on the right and flipped it

[arodykeism]

much ado about pleasure

[skunkes]

I mean this vent completely neutrally and as an observation rather than Woe is Me negativity but going ham in my sketchbook has been Fun but along with not really Learning anything (tho historically no art knowledge ever sticks to my brain) I'm no closer to understanding how I WANT to draw! if that makes sense.

I dont really identify with or want to continue any of the patterns I try (nor do they get any more muscle memory-y, in the fundamentals area).

Its fine as long as its Fun but I really feel the aimlessness. Like I'll keep going but I've also. Been doing that. All I do is Keep Going, when does it all tetris together!

[forcedhesitation]

I really cannot believe that there are so many dbd players who are more enamoured with david, shittorio, or god forbid FELIX, than gabriel. gabriel is the most handsome man in dbd. there isn't even any competition. he's gorgeous, the very picture of a dashing sci-fi hero. I can somewhat forgive people obsessing over david, since he's been in the game forever, like dwight, and people develop attachments. but it's the whole-damned fruit salad to pretend that he, or the two none pizza with left beef bozos listed, are even remotely as hot or cool as gabriel. gabriel's "actually a clone" lore is fucking awesome and super creepy. great criticism of capitalism/humans playing god too, just like the whole chapter is. he's a total badass and the sole survivor of an attack carried out by a violent, terminator-like AI gone rogue. literally a final boy. I would play an entire video game just about him and his adventures on dvarka, if bhvr made one.

[piningpercussionist]

(ooc)

Just a small little update. Apparently my power is slated, currently, to be off til Saturday night.

I'm cruising w 100% battery rn, so I'm gonna like... try and queue stuff, maybe, but obviously it's not really a priority right now. Regular postage will probably resume whenever my power comes back for real

[jojolimons]

i sure am glad everyone took hideo kojimas messages from metal gear solids to heart, right

[prosypepper]

pins & needles

summary: how various jjk men react to ur new/unnoticed piercings! incl. nanami, gojo, geto, choso

warnings: veryyyyyyy suggestive (esp in nanami's), (new) piercings, geto's & nanami's is a new relationship type thing. excuse any typos pls😞. 18+ mdni!

a/n: i got like 3 new piercings over the weekend, this is just self indulgent and cute methinks. also tyyy for 700 :3, i'm trying so hard to get over the writer's block. love u all!

choso + smiley piercing!

"i've never been happier to see you," choso groans as soon as he enters your dorm, kicking off his shoes at the door. though his voice is monotone, you can infer he's tired, worn out from a day's work and fighting curses.

"rough day?" you scoot over in bed to allow room for your boyfriend, smoothing out the sheets and flipping your blanket up.

"very." the singular word is the only response choso gives before beginning to strip his uniform right in front of you. as you're watching intently, choso gets almost completely naked before grabbing some clothes he'd left over; a pair of baggy pants and an "i heart my girlfriend" shirt that you gifted him, and lazily putting them on.

"i did something today, cho," you inform him, and choso’s attention immediately snaps to you, eyes showing that he was obviously wondering.

"what’d you do?"

you give him a bright smile, all the teeth in your mouth shown to him, the shiny ring glistening atop your pretty gums. choso’s brows furrow together, his pupils coming to realize there was something new in your mouth, something different about your smile.

"what’s…that?" he asks, stepping closer and closer and eventually sitting on the bed with you. you giggle at his curious looking, his eyebrows still knitted together in an inquisitive way.

"a piercing, silly," you inform him, carefully flipping up your top lip to show where the jewelry went through the frenulum of your inner lip.

"does it hurt?" choso leans in even more, straightening his eyes with the freshly pierced hole in your mouth.

"not really, just a little bit," you tell him, letting go of your lip and pressing a quick peck to choso’s lips. it catches him off-guard, choso’s face lights up red because he thought he couldn’t kiss you. smiling triumphantly, you pull away from your boyfriend.

"it—um—it looks really pretty on you." choso compliments, "can i kiss you again? please?" and he’s so sincere and sweet, always asking permission for everything. so endearing, really, even with his deep, dark voice.

needless to say, when he kisses you again, choso is making sure to flick the jewelry all around with his tongue, faintly enough to not hurt the new wound. and it becomes a habit from thereon.

gojo + bellybutton piercing!

"i missed you so much, baby."

satoru is on top of you, arms caging you in while you lay underneath him, smiling and feebly grasping the biggest part of his bicep. it had been over a month since you'd seen your husband, he'd been away on a business trip for far too long.

"did you miss me?" his words are drawn out and dramatic, like always, like he was teasing you—but he was practically always teasing you.

"yes, satoru," you blankly reply, "i missed you."

just before you can roll your eyes, gojo's kissing you, a bit enthusiastically, but you quickly melt into his touch. as annoying as he could be, you loved him, you missed him. you had longed for him the moment he left—that was a fact you couldn’t deny.

as quickly as he meets your lips, satoru leaves, disconnecting himself to trail down your torso that was draped in a way-too-expensive t-shirt of his. but the one thing that doesn't leave you is his eyes, he keeps an intense stare on your face as he moves lower and lower towards your waistline. his fingertips dance along your sides before pinching the fabric of the bottom of the shirt and slowly lifting it up.

his eyes are no longer able to stay on yours when he catches a glimpse of the sparkly blue rhinestones on each ball of the jewelry stuck through your navel. of course, you chose the shade that best matched satoru's eye color.

"no way!" satoru exclaims, beaming with a new-found excitement for the little hole in your tummy, "you actually did it?"

"yes, satoru," you repeat, threading your fingers through the white tufts of your husband's hair.

gojo's nimble fingers come to play with the jewelry—the size comparison comedic from how large his hands are. he studies the now fully healed wound, moving the jewelry all around and practically forgetting the previous heated mood.

"do you like it?" you somewhat nervously ask, intimidated by the tedious investigation of your bellybutton.

"yes, duh," satoru dramatically quips, "you think i should get one next?"

nanami + nipple piercing!

kento had tried so hard to ignore it.

you didn't mean to distract him, really. it was a simple mishap at first, not wearing a bra when kento came over. but after the first time, he didn't seem to mind, he was gentlemanly enough. his eyes stayed averted—when you were looking at him, at least—so you took it as a green flag to remain braless when he was at your house without worry.

but nanami's only a man.

so here you are, after work, after your boyfriend had come over, ranting to him in your kitchen about your boss and whatever bullshit you had to put up with that day. but your words land upon deaf ears, noise drowned out by the sight of the little hearts poking out from the shirt you're wearing. he's sat at your dining table, legs lazily spread as he half-listens to you.

"—like, what?! what else am i supposed to do in that situation?"

for the first time in your venting session, you lock eyes with kento, noticing how they flash up quickly from...your chest.

"ken?"

"um—yes?" he chokes, a little too obviously for him to not be embarrassed over.

a smug smile rests over your face, nanami was caught red handed, ogling at your boobs and the cute heart-shaped jewelry that adorned them.

"what'cha staring at?" trailing closer to him with a teasing tone in your voice, you're killing him, embarrassing the poor man as the seconds roll on. kento doesn't reply either, only a raspy breath leaving his lungs as his response. his face heats up and his expression drops, shamelessly glancing down at your chest once more—one, two—counting the peaks of your nipples through the shirt.

"i'm sorry," he finally chokes out, unable to keep his eyes from flashing up and down, to your eyes then to your chest, again and again.

without any words, you slot yourself between nanami's legs, inching your chest closer to his face. it was so funny how easily his stoic persona disintegrated under your presence. he'd never been this close to your chest—to you. and it's intoxicating to him, he's ashamed how he loses himself by simply being eye level with your boobs.

but that guilt quickly washes away when you take his hand and place it perfectly to cup your tit—index finger and thumb resting right around the pretty jewelry under your shirt.

tdlr; that's the first night your boyfriend stays over at your place.

geto + clavicle piercing!

"you look lovely tonight."

smooth as ever, geto compliments you, his voice dripping with a sweet nectar. your insides warm up despite the harsh cold outside, the thick coat draped over your frame doing little to combat the weather.

"thank you," you whisper and smile at him, stepping into the door of the fancy restaurant suguru had chosen for your date. third date, to be exact.

once you're at your table, suguru helps you shimmy the bulky jacket off your shoulders, revealing the tasteful, deep-cut top you had chosen for your date—along with the two studs on each side of your collarbone that your clothing showed off rather perfectly.

it takes suguru a few moments to notice once he sits down. he tries to strike up conversation, relying on the simple questions and responses he can utter without getting too distracted. however, within a few minutes, geto is cracking, eyes every so often flickering down to the gems that aligned your clavicle so prettily. he can't help it, because with every slight movement you make, the jewelry sparkles in the dim light of the restaurant—it's hard to ignore.

"are you okay?" you interrupt your previous dialogue when you take note of geto's increasingly hazy replies, and how he seems a bit spaced out.

"yeah," suguru swallows deeply, "i really like your—um," his pointer finger vaguely motions to his own collarbone, and you have to look down at your chest before you realize what he’s talking about.

his mouth is dry. he’d already thought you were, like, the sexiest woman on earth, but this, oh this, was just too much. geto was unsure as to why he found the piercings so distracting, so hot, but nonetheless enjoyed the view he had.

"oh, thank you!" you giggle, smiling brightly and ghosting your fingers over the piercings—you’d honestly forgotten that this would be the first time he’s seen this much of your body, and the piercings ended up being the perfect touch to make suguru lose his mind.

and he can't wait until he's able to feel on 'em, too.

[michellesneptune]

What makes You irresistible according to Your placements?

‼️The placements I had in mind while writing this post are Venus, Mars and Rising but it’s entirely possible for you to resonate if e. g. it’s your dominant sign/planet or Sun/Moon or if you have a lot of certain energy in your chart so please take what speaks to you <333

♈︎ Aries Mars and possibly other placements (Venus and Rising) have the most deliberate and intentional movements. They approach things with this confidence that gives the air of “I know exactly what I’m doing”. And I’m talking about the smallest things: how they grab objects, how they walk into a space with perfect posture, how effortlessly focused they seem. You keep your eyes on the prize. You’re irresistible because you never look back. Their energy is so gathered, you know? I could watch them do anything for hours.

The bodies seem almost sculpted. The arms, the collar bones… You can see it in their eyes that they’re ready to start a war, whenever. Margot Robbie has this placement and she’s literally the Barbie. The standard. There is no one feature that’s out of place. Supermodel vibes. Sharp, nothing is a coincidence. A little intimidating even. The popular one at school, the captain of the team. The face card dares you to try and compete with them. One look and they could start a fire.

♉︎ Taurus placements (Rising, Venus and Mars, possibly others) remind me of gold jewellery, dark chocolate and Dolce & Gabbana. You want to bury yourself in their skin. The scent of the body is naturally attractive. People are drawn in an almost animalistic way. Taureans approach everything in an earthy and natural manner which makes them so effortlessly lovable. The paradox here is that they don’t need any of the materialistic stuff in order to seem luxurious. They would be the luxury even in a potato sack, stripped of everything tangible. Because the secret’s in the aura. The gifts from Venus flow in their blood, like black honey, slowly.

They seem so plump, like ripe fruit. You can’t help but want to pick them, own them. They don’t even have to do anything, the sole existence is enough. Full lips, long lashes, thick (often wavy) hair, beautiful neck, soft skin. It’s like they’ve been created with the destiny of becoming the muse. They are born rich, certainly not in the monetary way — it is not something money can buy — I mean natural beauty and attributes. They radiate sensuality. Spending time with them is like eating a three course meal at an excellent restaurant, on a warm evening after 8 PM in Naples, during the middle of summer.

♊︎ Gemini placements steal your heart with a twinkle in the eyes and a mischievous smirk. Their energy is very juvenile and they often look a lot younger that they are. This makes me think of Cher (a Gemini Venus) saying she’s almost never had her heart broken. When asked why by the interviewer, her response was simply: “I’m cute😄”.

Flirtatious little devils. The hands are very attractive here… makes you… wonder… what they can… Anyways, they’re very intelligent, obviously, but it’s more about what actually matters, knowledge usable in real life, they’re utilitarian in that sense. Street-smart, if you will. They won’t try to impress you with academic skills. They simply always listen, never limited by set-in-stone beliefs about what’s fascinating. If you manage to catch their interest, they will remain attentive. And then, when you least expect it, they surprise you with how much they know your mind, how well they remember its nooks and cranks. Enough to make you laugh like no other. Enough to make you fall. Hard.

♋︎ Cancers (personal placements, also moon conjunct ascendant) are certainly NOT the crybabies of the zodiac. They’re extremely strong and I believe it’s rooted in huge emotional intelligence. They will SEEM inconspicuous but, trust me, they know exactly what they’re doing. One second you’re just talking and it’s all casual, then in one blink of an eye, you’re laying on their couch, cuddling and drinking the hot chocolate they’ve made you, while you vent about your father. If you let them take care of you, there’s no coming back, you’ll always want more. My boyfriend is a Cancer mars and he always cooks for me. I’m tied to him forever by taste buds.

As for the body, the chest area is always extraordinarily attractive. The women here may appear to have had an augmentation, even. Also, TALK ABOUT CANCER EYES. They’re usually big (or just stand out), watery and expressive. Starry-eyed. It’s like looking into a galaxy. It reminds me of a hot day at a beach when the waves glimmer in the sun. Women have something maternal about them and men make you want to have their babies. Either way, you won’t be able to resist because they are resourceful and emotionally sharp like no other which makes them irreplaceable.

♌︎ Leo people are extremely charismatic. They know how to talk the talk and they know that they’re exceptional. You’ve probably heard about the lion’s mane and it’s true: the hair is fabulous. They’re confident like Aries, but with more flair. They’re divas. Driven by ego and it’s hot. They bring stardust wherever they go. Samantha Jones from SATC!! Sassy and extravagant but still a fan-favourite. Brave and loyal, can’t help but become obsessed.

They tend to be bossy but I don’t mind following a leader who knows what they’re doing. The spotlight follows them and shines a vivid light on insecurities of others and that’s why haters are driven to take them down. Leo rules heart, it feels as though they radiate magnetic energy created from their circulation through the skin. Being around you is like being around an A-list celebrity. Unapologetic and very talented. You want what they have, even if you’re not exactly sure what that is.

♍︎ The amount of Virgo-y people I’ve had a crush on over the years… Timothée Chalamet is a Virgo rising and I remember when we were all obsessed with him. He’s a great example of how I perceive you guys. He’s calm and laid-back in a way that is a little intimidating. Makes people want to impress you and do right in front of you. You command discipline, because those are the standards you hold yourself to. You would never make a fool out of yourself, because you are composed and mindful. You tell intelligent jokes and you always look clean.

I need to emphasise the bone structure! The cheekbones!!! (Uma Thurman and Bella Hadid are also Virgo risings). It gives the face an ethereal touch, like a high-fashion model. Virgo Mars, from what I’ve noticed, have beautifully shaped bodies, especially the stomach. It’s not uncommon for them to have a perfect six-pack. They resemble a Greek statue you’d stare at in a museum. Your discipline, beauty and brains make others ready to do almost anything in exchange for your approval.

♎︎ Libras are definitely the most charming of the signs. They’re baby pink, glossy lips and Bambi eyes. They give you flirtatious looks and smiles, kind of like Gemini but more shy and feminine. They’re really subtle and will have you wondering at 3 AM whether it was romantic or just friendly. Obviously, they have a taste for stirring things up behind the scenes. They’re innocent and guilty at the same time. They’ve got no idea what they’re doing, yet they just manipulated you into falling in their trap. You turn others’ hearts into a storm and disappear. Thief of Hearts by Madonna.

They’re more cute than sexy, but being cute seems to make them sexy? I hope you know what I mean lol. They’re classically pretty. The features are balanced, nothing’s exaggerated. Nicely shaped brows, small nose, clear skin. However, there’s this sadness to them, and tranquility. Homesickness for another world in their eyes. I HATE the notion that Libras are shallow and superficial. People rarely describe them as full, actual individuals. Truth is that they’re smart, funny and make amazing partners! People fall in love with the versions of themselves that they’re with Libra, because you know exactly how to bring that best side of them!

♏︎ Scorpios are a portal to another world. You’ll recognise them by heavy, magnetic aura, impossible to go unnoticed. It basically speaks for them. They’re often quiet thus each word actually spoken out loud seems like gold. But the eyes and body language will communicate multitudes, only if you observe closely. They seem an inexhaustible source of energy. Once you taste it everything in your life re-evaluates.

Scorpio placements have the best sense in fashion! Many of them possess a closet full of high-quality designer clothes. I’ve noticed that the darkness in scorpionic natives always seeks some kind of way out. It’s either black eyes or very thick dark hair. The area around the eyes seems dimmed and shadowy. Even with light blue eyes, they could have a distinctive limbal ring. They invented being irresistible. Please just suffocate me with your darkness already.

♐︎ Sagittarius rules over exaltation and so its natives are bigger than life. They’re often tall and agile. What I find most endearing about them is the laugh — loud and confident. I’ve noticed many of them to be extremely successful academics. Most great philosophers had sag placements. They’ll open your mind first and then legs…

They’ve been everywhere — and I mean spiritually, emotionally and physically. Perpetual journey for new sensations. Will you manage to keep up with them? Hell no. But you’ll die trying. Imagine being able to clearly hear someone laughing contagiously in another room but you can never access them, never able to join them in the laughter. That’s what being with them is like. You think you know where their thoughts are, truth is they’re already fifty miles ahead. Reminds me of Robin from How I Met Your Mother changing her mind about Ted for the 9583927 time, and Ted always chasing what he cannot have. They’ve got very beautiful legs, possibly because of constant running from boredom and commitment…

♑︎ Capricorn placements remind me of the Evil Queen from Narnia (please take this as a compliment). Also, at this point I’m convinced that they CARRY the modelling industry. Naomi, Kate, Shalom all have cap placements and they will always be legends and role models. They’ve acquired success and got to the top not just because of a pretty face, but because they’re masters of carrying themselves with professionalism and class. They’ve utilised it to create an image, a brand, a high-profile career.

And so what makes you alluring is the confidence in yourself, the sharpness which very much manifests in your physical features. Your beauty dares to ask openly: what’s in it for me? You’ll accept only if the offer is good. Sleek, often tall and intimidating. You like to surround yourself with powerful people and build an aura of unavailability. You know you deserve best and you won’t ever let your natural predispositions (like beauty and business-oriented mind) go to waste. People may call you greedy but they can’t argue with stone cold LEGACY.

♒︎ Aquarius possesses the spirit of exclusivity™. They’re true rebels by blood and you will NEVER understand the shit that they’re on. They have a knack for deciding what’s in and what’s out light years ahead of the general public. You know those memes saying: I’ve actually liked this/listened to that music centuries before you? Yeah, that is Aquarius energy personified. They’re just cool. They CANNOT be copied. Ever. And when you think you’ve succeeded in pulling off their aura or style, honey, they’re on sum else already.

Zendaya is and Aquarius rising and notice how everyone just knows exactly who she is and loves her, even if they’re not into pop culture at all. You couldn’t be ordinary, even if you tried. It comes so naturally to you, expressing yourself in literally any shape or form will always result in creating something one-of-a-kind. You could feel insecure sometimes, wondering why you just can’t fit in, but that is the only way that genius works. That is the only way to stir up a revolution. People cannot resist trying to mimic your vibe.

♓︎ Pisceans resemble porcelain dolls. They also remind me of Cindy Lou from the 2000 Grinch movie. The big eyes and long lashes, dainty features, rosy cheeks. Seeing the good in everything, often to their own detriment. Their movements are slow and mesmerising. Neptune makes everything a little blurry so they look like an impressionist painting.

You guys carry real vulnerability in your eyes so it’s easy for others to spot your good soul. Sadly, people will try to take advantage of this. They project their dreams and fantasies onto you and become obsessed. Troubled, broken and hurt people see you as their refuge, their sanctum. No matter who you actually are, they believe that you can heal them, fix and understand. They want you all to themselves. You possess a compassionate aura and can easily tap into someone’s vibrations, understand their vibe and act like a chameleon. That’s why people don’t want to let you go, you’re unforgettable.

Thank you so so much for reading <33 It’s probably the last post before I go on a break from tumblr… My last words on the drama: calling out blatant ai use in our community should be the standard. Period. I’ve never told anyone to off themselves. The rest I consider to be absurd at this point.

Ad meliora tempora!

Your Michelle~

[nysrage]

GOOD MOANING, Ekko.

synopsis: get ready to rise and whine! or however that saying goes, ekko never really thought about it much..

the bedroom was wrapped in a quiet, moonlit glow, the soft lights of the city filter through the loft's wide window. beyond the glass lay the skyline, stretched out in a breathtaking display— buildings stood tall against the night sky, windows flickering like distant stars. the moon was low, casting a shimmering glow over everything, from the rooftops below to the ruffled sheets on the bed.

but tonight, the city felt different.

rain pattered against the window, a steady rhythm that filled the space with something soothing, intimate, hypnotic. behind the glass, the room inside carried warmth. there was a faint scent of mahogany teakwood and something distinctly him in the air, mingling with the cool breeze that whispered beneath the cracked window. the bed, a sanctuary of soft blankets and plush pillows, just big enough for the two of you to tangle into one another. heavy curtains framed the window, allowing just enough of the outside world to spill in without disturbing the cocoon of comfort that the two of you built inside.

the rhythmic tap of rain against the glass melted into the slow, steady rise and fall of your breaths. against a dim glow, your bodies we’re shadowed in a soft light, warmth pressed to warmth beneath the covers. your body curled instinctively into ekko, cheek against his warm chest, lulled by the soft drum of his heartbeat.

outside, the rain continued—soft, endless, a perfect melody for the night.

but soon, the stillness would be broken. because beneath the cocoon of blankets, beneath the hush of the rain, a dream was beginning to take hold—one that would make the night anything but quiet.

something had changed.

the sheets ruffled as you shifted in your sleep, dream obviously pulling you deeper. your breathes came in slow, unsteady waves. your body instinctively pressed back into his. that sweet voice of yours letting out breathy mumbles— ghosting out of those soft lips of yours. a sigh passed your lips, barely audible— but he heard it.

it wasn’t unusual for you to move around at night. You always seeked out his warmth in your sleep, wanting to be inside his skin if you could. ekko didn’t move, voice heavy with sleep, “c’mere baby, i got you..” his strong hand drifted beneath the covers, taking hold of your hip and pulling you in closer. pulling a soft and breathless moan out of you.

his eyes blinked open, heavy with sleep. bushy brows furrowed, still caught in the haze of sleep. your fingers curled into the sheets, body arching ever so slightly as you chased his touch. body pressing back into him, drawn to his warmth even in your sleep. his fingers still rested along your hip, tensing when a breathy moan of his name broke past your lips. translating beautifully in that disgusting dream that lay behind your eyes.

a slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he exhaled through his nose, suddenly wide awake. his body grew hot, becoming much more intentional with his touches. he leaned in, letting his fingers explore your body. all soft, curvy, and blue beneath the moonlight, squeezing at those chubby thighs. a shaky whine slipped past your lips, “Ko— pleasee”

ekko buried himself into your neck, drowning himself in that flirty perfume you wore. Pressing himself against you with his already half-hard dick, strained against his sweats that rested against your ass.He groaned to himself, “I know pretty girl, I know..” wrapping himself around you swiftly, one hand working its way up to your pert nipples while the other dipped beneath your night slip and cupped your warm pussy.

Your back curved into a delicious arch against him, you were always so sensitive in the morning, even when he barely touched you. ekko slipped his fingers past your folds, collecting the slick that pooled out of you along his fingertips and spreading it along your clit, swirling his thumb along the sensitive bud with a low groan.

Your lashes fluttered open, body twitching and hot. golden city light, and rain-slicked glass coming into focus but quickly blurred at the strong sensation of buzzing in her clit. “k-ko?” you whined out, turning to be met with his darkened, lust filled eyes.

“what’s goin’ on in that pretty little mind that’s got you so wet hm?” he whispered, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. Fingers never stopping their slow torment as your legs unconsciously spread to give his hand more room, ekko gave you two quick slaps to your clit, “answer me.” biting down on your lip from the shocks of pleasure.

“you ‘ko, fuck it’s youu” you whined you.

with a groan ekko slipped his middle and ring finger into your pussy. Squelching as he curled effortlessly into that spongy spot that had you clamping down on them. Nails digging at his arm as you rolled your hips against his palm. Stroking your gummy walls, until faint squelching of your pussy could be heard above the rain against the window.

hips bucking up against his hand as he brought you closer and closer to that burning feel of ecstasy. slicked walls molding around his fingers as they deepen with every thrust. “pussy always so wet for me.“

“let daddy have it..”

curling his fingers again, hitting that spot inside you that made your eyes widen and your mouth open in a silent cry. cocking your leg back further for him to get deeper. “mhm open her up, just like that pretty girl”

legs shaking uncontrollably as you fished out a creamy mess along his hand. moans bouncing off the walls as he towered over your twitching body, admiring pretty you looked in your orgasmic bliss as his heavy dick sat atop of your gushy folds.

Ekko slapped his head along your clit teasingly, smirking as your body twitched beneath his. covering his throbbing tip with your slick just before sinking himself into your pulsing pussy. the two of you moaning at the pressure, as he bottomed out inside you.

“Good moaning to you too..”

[gay-dorito-dust]

Sam felt like locking both you and Joaquin in a room, throwing away the key until you two finally admit to the fact that you liked each other more then friends.

It was so obvious from the way Joaquin’s eyes brightened upon seeing you enter the room, going so far as to stand closely to your side despite the fact that the room wasn’t crowed in the slightest, nor the fact that Sam could count all the times on both hands where you and Joaquin’s hands would brush against one another until your pinkies would intertwine; all under the guise that no one would see.

However the moment Sam saw the affection within yours and Joaquin’s eyes, he suddenly saw everything that you both did within the presence of the other and nothing else, and he couldn’t help but feel that your feelings were so blatant, so obvious upon your faces that anyone could see it clear as day…anyone but the both of you apparently.

And Sam has never seen two people more obviously into one another other then you and Joaquin, and the amount of times where Sam was so certain you two would kiss with how intently you were staring at one another, glancing at the other’s lips as though you were drawn to them only to do nothing. Needless to say Sam was certain he had enough evidence to preside a PowerPoint slide on how the feelings between you and Joaquin were mutual, painstakingly mutal too.

This is not to mention how protective you both got over the other when either of you came back from a mission even the slightest bit hurt, that was a whole other story that Sam could go into increasing depth about for another day.

‘Just kiss!’ Sam exclaims when he saw you and Joaquin standing close together, shoulder to shoulder, watching something on your phone with smiles spread across each of your faces and Sam knew it wasn’t just from the video.

You and Joaquin moved away from one another like a pair of frightened kittens, staring at Sam with wide eyes and matching flustered faces upon realising you were caught. ‘Sam? What’re you on about?’ You asked.

Sam groans. ‘You like Joaquin,’ he points to you as your eyes widened even more and we’re about to say something but Sam was already moving onto pointing at Joaquin, ‘and you like them, so cut it out with the sexual tension and just kiss already!’ He finished as a silence fell over all of you but that silence didn’t stay for long until you started chuckling with Joaquin following suit as he held you by your waist.

‘Sam,’ you chuckled, ‘me and Joaquin had been dating for a while now.’

It was Sam’s turn to have widened eyes as he looked at the two of you. ‘You’re dating? Since when’

‘Since you told me to take the leap,’ Joaquin says this time as he smiles at you, kissing your temple as you moved yourself further into his side, resting your head on his chest, ‘and needles to say I’m still riding that high the moment they said yes.’ He finished and squeezed your waist.

Sam looked between the two of you once more before smiling, glad to know that he got to at least keep some brain cells in knowing that you had actually done something about your feelings, instead of letting them fester for far longer then they should. He was glad that Joaquin took his advice that he had somehow forgotten he has given a while back, and now a smile graced his lips as everything was made right again.

‘Well then I guess congratulations is in order!’ He laughs as he clasps Joaquin on the shoulder and gives you a tight hug. ‘And here I thought I was going to be old and grey before you two ever said anything about your feelings, but I better not hear any happy noises coming from your room in the middle of the night.’ He adds teasingly as you looked to the side and Joaquin rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, your reactions only made Sam laugh even louder as he insisted that he was kidding.

You and Joaquin shared a look before smiling, happy to know that your friend was equally happy for the both of you, rendering your previous concerns about it obsolete. You reached out a hand as Joaquin mimicked your actions, your pinkies coming into contact with one another before intertwining.

[wholoveseggs]

Can I request a one shot with the one and only Elijah? He and reader know each other for years but since she is human he never made a move. She overhears Klaus nagging Elijah about being smitten with her and she confronts him and he is obviously in denial, reader tells him to man up for once and he shows her how much men he is? With Consent of course. Would love reading something like this, you are my go to fix for my Elijah obsession

Snow Day

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

{Elijah Mikaelson x f!Reader} A rare snowstorm blankets New Orleans, and the Mikaelsons revel in the icy chaos. But as Klaus pushes Elijah to confront his feelings for you, the heat between you two threatens to outshine the storm.

♡♡ Thanks for the request beautiful anon!! This was partly inspired by Louisiana getting snow for the first time in over 20 years!!! (yikes the planet is on fire)~ ♡♡

6.2k words - Warnings: smutttt, rough sex (He just scoops you up and has his way with you), oral sex (f!receiving), praise kink, shamelessly using this fic to explore Elijah talking you through it (hot), tiny bit of angst, child Hope being adorable, snowball fights, Klaus being Klaus, magical snow forts and a hint of hot chocolate...

The world outside was unrecognizable. Snow blanketed the streets of New Orleans in a thick, pristine layer, muffling the usual lively sounds of the city. It was almost surreal, like waking up in a dream.

You rubbed your hands together for warmth as you stood at the window of the Mikaelson compound, marveling at the sight. The night before, a snowstorm had hit with an intensity no one had expected. It hadn't snowed in Louisiana since 2004. Now, with nearly ten inches of snow on the ground, you were effectively snowed in.

Not that you minded. The compound was warm and cozy, a fire crackling in pretty much every single room. Still, being cooped up had a way of making you restless, your thoughts wandering far too easily to things you shouldn’t dwell on—like your relationship with Elijah.

You had been friends with him for years, but something about the way he carried himself, the quiet strength he exuded, had always drawn you in, leaving you wanting more. 

Lately, though, there had been a shift. His gaze lingered a little longer, his touches felt a little more intentional. You weren’t blind to it, but Elijah was a master of control. Whatever feelings he might have, he kept them locked away, hidden beneath his stoic demeanor.

It made you sad, the way he denied himself any sort of affection. He always pushed away those he loved the most, it was a bad habit he had yet to break.

With a sigh, you turned from the window and made your way upstairs. You had barely reached the top of the stairs when the sound of raised voices reached your ears.

You headed to the balcony, looking down into the courtyard where Hayley and Rebekah were wrangling Hope into a snow suit. A task that the two immortal creatures seemed to be struggling with, much to the little girl’s amusement.

"Can we go now?" Hope demanded, wiggling out of Rebekah's hold. "I want to make a snowman!"

"Soon," Hayley promised, pulling a large warm hat over her daughter's ears. "We have to finish bundling you up first."

"Let me," Elijah said, stepping in with his usual calm demeanor, crouching down in front of Hope.

The little girl huffed, but she stilled as Elijah gently adjusted her coat and scarf. "You must not rush, little one. Proper preparation will ensure you can enjoy the snow without discomfort," he said, his hands moving with care as he buttoned her coat and smoothed the scarf into place.

"Uncle ‘lijah, I can do it!" Hope protested, though there was no real frustration in her tone.

"I have no doubt," Elijah replied with a small smile, "but would it not be faster if I helped? The snow is waiting, after all."

Hope considered his words for a moment before nodding solemnly. "Okay, but only because I want to go faster."

"Of course," Elijah said, his voice soft with amusement. He worked quickly but carefully, ensuring everything was just right. Finally, he held up her mittens. "Now for the finishing touch."

"My hands are going to sweat," Hope muttered, wrinkling her nose as she reluctantly let him slip the mittens over her small hands.

"They’ll thank you once you’re outside," Elijah said, rising to his full height and brushing a stray curl from her face. "There. You’re ready."

Hope beamed up at him. "Thank you, Uncle ‘lijah!" she said, throwing her arms around his waist and hugging him tightly.

"You're welcome, little one," Elijah replied, returning the embrace, the tenderness on his face making your heart ache.

Kol burst into the courtyard then, an excited grin on his face. He was wrapped up in a giant scarf, his coat buttoned all the way up, and his cheeks were rosy.

"Come on, Hope, hurry!" He urged. "I just finished building the best snow fort. It's big enough for the both of us. I know you like to hide in snow forts and scare people, right?"

Hope's eyes lit up, and she released Elijah, running toward Kol and latching onto his hand. "I love snow forts! Let's go, Uncle Kol!"

"That's my girl!" Kol said, leading her toward the doors. "We're going to have a ball, aren't we, Hope?"

"Yes!" Hope said, bouncing along beside him.

The rest of the family trailed behind, Hayley and Rebekah already discussing plans for getting some hot chocolate later.

"Well, look at you, being the best uncle," Klaus said, clapping Elijah on the back with a smile on his face. Although there was a tiny hint of jealousy in his tone.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his antics, heading down the stairs to join them.

"She makes it easy," Elijah said, a fond smile playing at his lips as he watched his family depart.

His gaze drifted to you, his smile growing a little as his eyes met yours. You felt your cheeks flush and averted your eyes, trying not to be so obvious.

"Are you joining us?" He asked, his voice smooth and rich like the expensive whiskey he often favored.

Klaus was pulling on his large coat and scarf, his expression smug as he watched the two of you. A familiar mischievous glint entered his eye, and you braced yourself for whatever he was about to say.

Instead, he didn't say a word, his expression shifting to something close to a smirk as he looked at his older brother. His silence was worse, and the air felt thick with anticipation.

"I don't know, I'm not a big fan of the cold," you said, glancing toward the door where the others had left.

"Oh, c'mon, just for a little while," Klaus cajoled, wrapping a scarf around his neck. "Elijah will miss you if you aren't there."

The heat rose in your cheeks and you cleared your throat, unable to come up with a response.

Elijah shot him a look, grabbing his own outerwear, a long, black, impeccably tailored wool coat and matching scarf. He looked like he belonged on a fashion runway, not traipsing through the snow.

"If the lady does not wish to join, she doesn't have to," he said, his voice level.

"It would be a shame to miss this rare beauty, wouldn't it?" Klaus asked, gesturing to the world outside.

"It's a blizzard," you deadpanned.

"In Louisiana." Klaus grinned. "It's the sort of thing you'll look back on and remember for centuries. And, besides, Hope would love to see you. Don't you want to make a snow angel with her?"

"Fine. But if I get hypothermia, I'm coming for you." You glared at him.

Klaus grinned, clearly pleased with himself, and sauntered out the door.

You pulled on your jacket and scarf, not quite as fashionable as Elijah's, and popped a beanie over your hair. You glanced at him, taking in his refined, handsome appearance.

"Thanks for waiting for me," you said softly, slipping your feet into your boots and tugging on your gloves.

"I don't mind," Elijah said. He gestured toward the door. "Shall we?"

You nodded and led the way out of the compound. As soon as the cold air hit you, you shivered, a gust of wind biting through your layers.

"Are you alright?" Elijah asked, his brows furrowing.

"I'm fine," you insisted, even as another shiver coursed through your body. "Let's just get this over with."

"As you wish." He smiled.

You walked beside him, following the path the others had taken. It was quiet, the world blanketed in white. Tiny snowflakes fluttered down from the sky, dancing lazily around you. The street was empty, the storm keeping most people indoors.

You could hear the faint sounds of laughter and joyful conversation, and the image of Hope's excited smile came to mind. She was a delight, a true ray of sunshine in an often bleak world.

You glanced up at Elijah, admiring his profile. There was a softness in his features that was so rare. He looked peaceful. Little snowflakes sticking to his eyelashes, his cheeks pink from the cold.

You turned your gaze forward, feeling a familiar flutter in your chest. You had always found him attractive, but lately, it was becoming impossible to ignore.

Kol had indeed built an impressive fort, so impressive in fact, that there must have been a bit of magic involved. The snow sparkled unnaturally, as if dusted with tiny crystals, and the walls were impossibly smooth, their edges glowing faintly in the sunlight. 

Hope was hiding inside, giggling madly as Rebekah crouched near the entrance, watching her with a wide smile on her face. Hayley and Klaus were sitting on the bench, chatting idly, while Kol was working on sculpting a large snowball.

Hope jumped out from behind the wall, throwing a snowball at Kol's back.

"Hope!" Kol cried, turning around as he grasped at his back dramatically.

The little girl laughed gleefully and disappeared behind the wall once again.

You smiled, watching the exchange. The sight was so normal, almost mundane. It was strange, seeing the Mikaelsons acting so human.

Hayley joined in on the snowball fight, scooping up a handful of snow and hurling it at Kol. Her aim was true, and it hit him square in the chest.

"Oof," Kol groaned, clutching his chest. "I've been shot."

He toppled over into the snow, laying perfectly still.

Hope squealed, jumping up and running over to him. "Uncle Kol!"

Rebekah snorted, crossing her arms. "You've died. Again. Typical."

Kol cracked open one eye and smirked, grabbing Hope's legs and dragging her down with him.

"Nooo!" She shrieked, giggling wildly as she struggled to get away.

Elijah watched them, a fond smile playing at his lips. It was such a small thing, but it sent warmth rushing through you.

"It's good to see them having fun," he said, his voice quiet.

"Yeah," you agreed, your eyes still on him. "Are you having fun?"

He paused, considering the question. Then he knelt down, scooping up a handful of snow and shaping it. "I suppose so," he said, smiling up at you.

Your heart stuttered at the sight. His gaze was soft, affectionate, and you felt like you could get lost in those dark, soulful eyes.

Then he threw the snowball at you, the icy projectile hitting you square in the face.

The contact was so surprising, so unexpected, that it took a moment to process what had happened. When it finally sank in, you could only stare at him.

Elijah's eyes widened, his face the picture of innocence. "I'm sorry, did I hit you?"

You couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up, the sound light and carefree. "Oh, you're going to pay for that, Mikaelson," you warned, crouching down and gathering snow into your hands.

Elijah's smile grew wider, a playful challenge in his eyes. "I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about, my dear," he said, scooping up more snow.

You tossed your own snowball at him, aiming for his face.

He ducked, faster than humanly possible and the snowball sailed harmlessly past him.

"Hey! That's cheating!" You cried, gathering more snow.

"There are no rules in snowball fights, darling," he said, a hint of mischief in his voice.

Klaus had joined the fray now, launching a barrage of snowballs at Elijah, while Hayley, Hope and Rebekah were targeting Kol.

You ducked and dodged, trying to avoid the flying snow, while attempting to take out Elijah.

His movements were quick, calculated, and it seemed like no matter how fast you moved, he was always one step ahead.

He was standing a few feet away, a playful grin on his face. It was the first time you'd ever seen him act so carefree, and it was infectious.

"C'mon, darling," he teased, "you'll have to do better than that."

You let out a huff, gathering more snow and shaping it into a tight ball. This time, you managed to hit him, the snow exploding against his shoulder.

"Impressive," he said, his tone light and teasing.

You couldn't stop the smile from forming on your lips, the thrill of the moment, the pure, unbridled joy in his eyes, filling you with an indescribable warmth.

Suddenly, a snowball hit you on the side of the head, sending ice crystals cascading down the front of your coat.

You yelped, swiping at the icy shards, and turned to see Kol grinning impishly. You grabbed a fistful of snow and hurled it at him, the missile landing with a satisfying thwack.

You joined in the fray, the sound of laughter and playful banter filling the air. You lost track of time, the snowy battle raging on.

Klaus wandered over to where Elijah was standing, a few feet from the others, watching the fight with a small smile on his face.

"This is nice," Klaus said, his eyes following Hope as she darted around.

"Yes, it is," Elijah agreed, his gaze fixed on you.

"She's quite a fighter, isn't she?" Klaus remarked, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Indeed," Elijah murmured, his gaze never wavering.

Klaus watched him for a moment, then nudged him lightly. "I was talking about Hope. Who are you talking about?"

"Hm?" Elijah asked, finally tearing his gaze away.

Klaus smirked, leaning closer and dropping his voice to a low murmur. "Don't play coy with me, brother. We both know you're smitten."

Elijah's brow furrowed, his jaw clenching. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, please. The way you look at her, it's like she hung the stars," Klaus said, a teasing note in his voice.

"It's nothing," Elijah said, his expression closing off. "She's a friend. Nothing more."

"That's a lie and you know it," Klaus scoffed.

"Even if it were true," Elijah continued, his tone measured and controlled. "She deserves more than I can give her," he said, a touch of sadness creeping into his voice.

"Ohhh, so you are going with the martyr excuse this time? I should have guessed," Klaus said, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

Elijah looked like he wanted to say more, but you chose that moment to join them.

"Hey," you greeted, a flush on your cheeks. Your breath puffed out in little clouds, and a few strands of hair had escaped from your beanie, curling around your face. All Elijah wanted to do was brush them away, run his fingers along your jaw, feel the warmth of your skin.

Instead, he smiled politely, keeping his hands in his pockets. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah," you said, a little breathless. "This is so much fun. I can't remember the last time I played in the snow."

"Nor can I," Elijah admitted. He paused, seeming to think for a moment. "It is rather invigorating."

"It's freezing," you corrected, laughing softly.

"I'm sure Elijah will be more than happy to warm you up," Klaus teased, shooting his older brother a knowing look.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the suggestion, and you turned away, pretending to admire the scenery.

"Niklaus," Elijah hissed, glaring at him. "It's impolite to suggest such things."

Klaus shrugged, not the least bit apologetic. "But it's true right? Or have I read the situation incorrectly?"

You opened your mouth, then closed it, unable to come up with a response. You were afraid of what Elijah might say, or worse, not say.

"We are just friends," Elijah said, his jaw set.

You tried not to let his words sting, but you couldn't help the pang of disappointment that twisted in your gut.

"Ah, yes, friends," Klaus drawled, rolling his eyes. "I think the rest of us are going to the cafe down the street to get some hot chocolate, are you two joining?"

"I'm going to head back to the compound," you said quickly, before Elijah could speak.

Klaus raised a brow, looking at Elijah with a smirk.

"I'll accompany you," Elijah said, his voice smooth.

"No," you insisted, a little too sharply. You winced and cleared your throat, forcing a smile. "I mean, no, that's okay. I don't want to keep you from having fun with the others. Besides, it's just a short walk. I'll be fine."

"Very well," Elijah conceded, his expression neutral.

Klaus shook his head, muttering something under his breath as he walked away.

The silence that settled between you was heavy, the air thick with unspoken words.

You wanted to ask him what he meant, if there was a chance, or if he was just playing nice. But the fear of rejection kept the words trapped in your throat. You quickly turned away, afraid he would see the emotion written plainly on your face.

"I'm going to head out," you said, taking a step toward the street. "Have fun, okay?"

Elijah watched you leave, a hint of sadness in his eyes. He should have said something, should have explained. Instead, he had let you go, his silence a cowardly choice.

When you reached the compound, you shed your outer layers and flopped onto the sofa in front of the fireplace in the library. A wave of longing crashed over you, a deep ache that couldn't be filled. The feeling was transforming into frustration and anger, a familiar bitterness creeping in.

The sound of the front door opening pulled you from your thoughts, and you sat up, seeing Elijah enter the room.

"I thought you were going to get hot chocolate," you said, forcing a small smile.

"I changed my mind," he replied, his voice soft.

You nodded, fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. The silence was almost deafening, the tension palpable.

"So, uh, I was thinking about heading home soon," you said, needing to fill the void. "Once the snow lets up."

"Of course," Elijah agreed, though he sounded a bit hesitant.

You swallowed thickly, glancing at him. "Thanks for having me," you added, your voice a bit hoarse.

"Anytime," he said, and there was a sincerity in his voice that made your heart flutter.

You gave him a small smile, the sadness creeping back in. This feeling of limbo was killing you, the not knowing.

"So, is there, uh, is there someone else?" You asked, unable to hold back any longer. Your voice wavered, but you forced yourself to meet his eyes across the room. “Someone you're seeing?"

"No," Elijah replied, shaking his head.

"Oh, okay," you said, shifting uncomfortably.

"Why do you ask?" He questioned, his tone carefully neutral.

You could have played it off, made a joke, deflected. But the weight of his gaze, the way he was looking at you, it was as if he could see into your very soul.

"You know why," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Do I?" He asked, his brow furrowed.

"Don't," you snapped, frustrated with his cryptic behavior. “Just be honest with me, stop with the bullshit.”

Elijah’s features shifted, his carefully composed mask slipping for just a moment. A shadow passed over his face as he stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, as though fighting an invisible force.

"It's not that simple," he said, his voice quiet as he approached you.

"Yes, it is," you countered.

"No," he said firmly. "You deserve someone who can give you what you want, someone who isn't... damaged. Someone who won't break your heart."

"I think that's for me to decide," you said, meeting his gaze.

"And what do you think I can give you?" He asked, his expression unreadable.

"I'm not asking you for anything, this isn't a transaction," you said, the frustration creeping back in. "All I want is to know if you feel the same,"

His dark eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you thought you saw a glimpse of hope. Then, the shutters fell, and his expression hardened.

"It doesn't matter," he said, turning away.

"No. Elijah. It does matter," you insisted, standing up and following him. 

He didn't say a word, just kept walking towards the door.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, reaching out and touching his arm.

He flinched, but didn't pull away, and he slowly turned back to face you.

"Why are you trying to push me away?" You pressed, searching his face.

Elijah stared at you, his expression unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in his dark eyes. Anger, frustration, or perhaps longing. You couldn’t tell, but his inability to make a decision had your blood boiling.

"Just… stop," you said, letting go of his arm, the words sharper now as the emotions clawed their way up your throat.

"Stop what?" he asked, his voice clipped, as if daring you to elaborate.

"Stop being so self-sacrificing. Stop treating me like I’m made of glass. Just... man up and take what you want," you snapped, your voice trembling with anger and desperation.

Elijah’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. He took a step closer, and you could feel the tension radiating off him like a storm about to break.

"You think this is easy for me?" he said, his voice low and sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. "You think I enjoy pretending I don’t feel something for you?"

"Then why do it?" you shot back, standing your ground.

"Because I have to!" he barked, his composure cracking as he raised his voice. The sudden intensity made you flinch, you had never heard him yell before, but you refused to back down.

"Why?" you demanded, your voice just as loud now. "Why are you so determined to ruin this before it even starts?"

"You don’t understand," he said, his tone quieter but no less fierce. He turned his back to you, his hands gripping the edge of the mantel above the fireplace. "You deserve someone better than me. Someone who can give you a family, children, a happy life. Someone who doesn’t bring danger and destruction to everything they touch."

"Stop deciding what I deserve!" you shouted, your voice echoing in the room.

He turned on you then, his dark eyes blazing with anger. "And what happens when you wake up one day and realize you’ve wasted your life on a monster? What happens when you resent me for stealing the life you could have had?"

You took a step closer, your own anger boiling over. "You don’t get to make that choice for me! I know what I want, Elijah, and it’s you. If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t be standing here, begging you to let me in!"

Elijah’s breath hitched, and for a moment, he looked almost stunned. But then his expression hardened again, his frustration returning.

"I am trying to protect you!" he shouted back, his voice shaking the room.

"From what?" you screamed, stepping right into his space.

"From me," he hissed, his voice raw and broken.

The confession hung in the air, thick and heavy. For a moment, neither of you said anything, your breaths coming fast and shallow as you stared at each other.

"You’re such a coward," you said finally, your voice trembling with both anger and sadness.

His eyes narrowed, his anger sparking again. "You think I’m a coward? You think I don’t want you?" he growled, stepping so close his shadow seemed to swallow you.

You stared up at him, defiant, despite the fear and excitement rushing through you.

"Do you have any idea what it’s like to want something so badly and know you can never have it?" he asked, his voice strained, as though the words were torn from him against his will.

"Yes. I'm looking at him," you retorted, your heart pounding.

Whatever control he'd been clinging to shattered, his walls crumbling as he took hold of your arm, pulling you flush against him.

You gasped at the contact, feeling his body pressing into yours, the heat of his breath as it ghosted over your skin, the smell of leather and cologne mingled with something wild, primal.

Without saying a word he lifted you up, pinning you to the nearest wall, his lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss that stole your breath away.

You gripped the fabric of his suit, kissing him back just as fiercely, letting your hands explore along his chest, his shoulders. You were practically vibrating with want, your body humming with pent-up desire as you felt his arousal pressing against your thigh.

"You drive me insane," he murmured, breaking the kiss just long enough to nip at the tender spot just below your ear, causing you to moan in anticipation.

You were like a moth to a flame, and he was the hottest fire you'd ever known, searing into your soul, consuming you from the inside out. And the way he touched you, it was as though he were afraid he'd never be able to hold you like this again.

He carried you upstairs to his bedroom in a blur of wind and sound, moving so fast you could barely comprehend it. In that moment, you were reminded that he was more than just a man. He was an ancient creature of immense power, and he was about to unleash every bit of that power on your body.

The moment your back hit the mattress he was on you, his hands tearing away your clothes and tossing them carelessly aside. You tugged at his clothes in return, desperate to feel his skin on yours, your breath hitching as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to your neck, his fangs grazing the sensitive skin.

It wasn't gentle or sweet, it was wild, passionate, full of all the words that went unspoken for far too long. You couldn't get enough, you wanted to lose yourself in this moment, in him. You didn't care about anything else.

The weight of him as he covered you with his body, the way his muscles rippled under your fingertips, the sounds he made when he lost control. You didn't expect this side of him, the almost feral desire he was unleashing.

His hands gripped your thighs, pushing them up until your knees were pressed against your chest, exposing you to him completely. His cock pressed against your slick entrance, teasing you, the sensation drawing out a breathy moan.

"Is this what you want?” he groaned, the head of his cock pressing just a fraction inside.

You groaned in frustration, writhing against him, trying to get him to sink deeper.

He chuckled darkly, holding your hips still. "You need to learn to be patient, sweetheart," he drawled, his tone dark and seductive.

You whined, but you knew better than to push him, and you could see the gleam in his eyes. You felt a sharp smack to your thigh, causing you to yelp in surprise, the stinging pain giving way to a dull warmth that only intensified your need.

"Now be a good girl and let me fuck you the way I've always wanted to," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

The way his accent wrapped around each syllable had a shudder rolling through your body. He gripped your thighs tighter, the blunt head of his cock pressing into you slowly. Your hands gripped his shoulders, and you cried out as he sank to the hilt.

"So pretty when you sing for me," he teased, nipping at your throat.

You couldn't even form a response, your brain short-circuiting as he pulled almost all the way out, the thick head of his cock catching on your entrance. Then, in one swift stroke, he eased back inside you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a messy, desperate kiss as he began to move inside you, each thrust hitting you in all the right places. His strokes were firm and deep, sending waves of pleasure washing over you, each thrust making you gasp for air.

It was everything you had hoped for, everything you'd been craving, and so much more. Your nails dug into the firm muscles of his chest, leaving half-moon marks on his pale skin.

"Do you know all the things I want to do to you?" he whispered against the shell of your ear.

Your breath caught in your throat as his words sent a rush of heat through your core. You whimpered in response, unable to form words.

He let out a soft laugh, his hips moving at a maddening pace, as he teased, "All the places I've thought about having you," he whispered.

You could feel your release coiling deep within you, but he wouldn't let you come, keeping you on the edge. Your mind was clouded with need, and his words only added fuel to the fire.

"Like right here in my bed," he continued, "Or taking you against the window for anyone who might be watching. Or bent over the balcony railing, with my fingers buried inside your wet little pussy while your scream fills the night sky."

The thought alone had you clenching around him, the fantasy sending your body into a spiral of need and pleasure.

"Would you like that? Being my plaything?" he purred.

You let out a needy whine, your nails clawing down his back, drawing blood. You needed him to make good on his promises.

"I think you would," he teased, nipping at your neck, drawing more moans from you.

You bucked your hips, your legs wrapped around him as you tried to take control.

"So eager," he groaned as he released his hold on your thighs, gripping the headboard for leverage, and the new position allowed him to hit even deeper, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

"You want it?" He taunted, his voice ragged as his strokes became more forceful.

You moaned incoherently, feeling yourself start to lose control, and Elijah laughed, his voice deep and husky as he said, "Then take it," as if challenging you to finally fall off the edge.

Your breath hitched, a strangled gasp escaping you as your release finally crested over, and you came harder than you'd ever imagined. Your mind went completely blank, your vision blurred as the wave of euphoria crashed over you.

You were only vaguely aware of the sensation of his cock pulsing inside you, your name falling from his lips as he reached his own peak, spilling himself deep within you.

Your breathing was labored and shallow, your body humming with aftershocks as he began to kiss his way along your neck and down your collarbone, the feel of his lips ghosting over your skin drawing out soft whimpers.

His kisses grew more tender, the touch almost reverent as he murmured against your skin, "So perfect for me," his voice barely above a whisper, the words almost lost to the room.

He kept moving down your body, his lips brushing over every inch of bare skin as if memorizing it. Your eyes fluttered shut, your hands tangling in his hair as you allowed yourself to just enjoy the sensation of him exploring you, worshipping you, like you were his religion, his salvation.

"'lijah," you said breathlessly, feeling him spread your thighs.

He didn't say a word as he lowered his head, his tongue finding your clit and lapping at you, drawing a loud cry from you as he cleaned up the mess he had made. You didn't have it in you to beg him to stop, his ministrations driving you to near-insanity, his tongue dragging through your slit.

He hummed softly, enjoying the sounds you were making. The way you squirmed, softly protesting as you felt yourself falling deeper under his spell.

"More," you whined, tugging at his hair.

He let out a deep laugh, and the vibration had your back arching as your climax rolled through you again, and your release flooded his tongue.

You felt the bed dip beside you as Elijah shifted, and you cracked an eye open, your body feeling boneless as you tried to get your bearings.

"Holy fuck," you said, your voice barely audible.

He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your temple, and you sighed contentedly. The air was heavy with lingering tension, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on you both. Yet, as you lay tangled together, the heat of his body grounding you, the world outside seemed to melt away. For now, there was only this. The sense of finally being together.

"I didn't think you would be such a talker in bed," you said, breaking the silence.

You felt his body shake as he laughed again, a low, throaty sound that made you weak. You shifted, cuddling closer, your head on his chest as you traced circles on his bare skin.

"What?" You asked, playfully nipping at his collarbone. "You can't just say all that to me and expect me not to comment on it,"

"I was just stating facts, nothing more," he said, the smirk audible in his tone.

"Mhm," you teased. "Well, I hope you know I expect you to follow through,"

Elijah laughed softly, his arms tightening around you. "Is that so?" He asked, his voice deep and seductive. "In that case, you should get some rest. I have a very long list of things I want to do to you."

Your face flushed, and you laughed, trying to play it off. But deep down, you were hoping that list was never-ending.

"Don't think for a second I'll be satisfied with one round, I can keep you up for days if you let me," he teased, nipping your neck playfully.

The thought of him keeping you locked up in his bedroom for days, indulging your every fantasy and need, made you squirm in anticipation.

You sat up slightly, pushing on his chest so he was lying on his back, his arms still wrapped around you, pulling you along for the ride. You straddled him, kissing him slowly, savoring the feel of his lips on yours.

"We'll see who keeps who up," you teased, rolling your hips over his already growing cock.

He hummed in approval, his hands gripping your ass as you continued to move, slowly grinding against him. His breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed as you picked up the pace.

The sound of the front door opening downstairs pulled your attention away, and you heard the voices of the rest of the family downstairs.

You felt your cheeks heat up and Elijah smirked, gripping your thighs as he sat up, pulling you closer and wrapping your legs around him. He kissed along your neck, whispering softly.

"We should probably join them before they get suspicious," he murmured.

You hummed in agreement, not really wanting to move but knowing he was right. You let him lift you up and set you down on the edge of the bed.

"We have a lot to talk about," you said, grabbing your clothes from the floor and beginning to get dressed.

"We do," Elijah agreed, watching you. "I can't promise this will be easy," he warned, "but I want to try, if you're willing."

You turned to face him, taking a step closer and helping him button up his shirt. You leaned in, kissing him softly.

"I want that more than anything," you said, resting your forehead against his, feeling like you could finally breathe again.

He smiled, the look of pure happiness on his face warming your heart. He kissed you once more, slow and tender, and you knew in that moment that nothing would ever feel as good as being loved by him.

By the time you both made it downstairs, the rest of the family had settled in the parlor, hot chocolate in hand. Hope was curled up beside Klaus, who was dramatically recounting his snowball victory to an unimpressed Hayley. "I was vastly outnumbered, of course," Klaus was saying, his tone full of mock gravitas. "But my superior tactics won the day."

"You were hit in the face three times," Hayley retorted, rolling her eyes as she sipped her drink. "By a seven-year-old."

"Details," Klaus muttered, waving a hand as if dismissing the thought. Beside him, Hope giggled, her cheeks still rosy from the cold.

Kol leaned lazily against the doorframe, cradling his mug and watching the exchange with a smirk. "Don’t worry, Nik. We’ll still tell our enemies that you have never been defeated," he quipped, earning a laugh from Rebekah, who was perched elegantly on the couch.

As you and Elijah entered the room, Rebekah's gaze immediately shifted to the two of you, her brow arching with curiosity. "Well, look who decided to join us," she said, a knowing edge in her voice. "Took you long enough. Don’t worry, we saved you some hot chocolate."

Elijah’s hand rested lightly on your lower back as he guided you toward the table, a move that did not go unnoticed by his siblings, who were all eyeing you with a mix of amusement and suspicion.

You glanced at Elijah, feeling your cheeks heat up. "We got… sidetracked," he said simply, the corners of his lips curling into a small smile.

Klaus snorted, but a deadly look from Elijah silenced the impending snarky remark. You helped yourself to a cup of hot chocolate, which tasted sinfully good, the heat and sweetness seeping through you as you settled on the couch next to Rebekah. Elijah sat beside you, his hand resting casually on your knee.

You snuggled close to him and felt him wrap his arms around you, pulling you in even closer as the family laughed and teased one another, enjoying this rare moment of peace and contentment. You smiled to yourself, letting yourself sink into the warmth and love of the moment, knowing that it wouldn't always be this easy but that you would fight for every minute of it.

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Batfam x Neglected Mortal

Kombat reader

Notes: this is part eleven of Lucid Dreams.

Please read author's note at the end!

Warnings ⚠️: mentions of killing, blood ,and death. And reader does fight in this chapter. Not proofread!

The room is silent the atmosphere tense but also warm....

And looking into your father's eyes you seem warmth kindness....and dare you say love?

But before you can truly think your response through your heart speaks for you.

"You will always be my father...."

Your words hold truth. Because nomatter how far you have traveled when asked you who was your father you'd always say hanzo hassashi.

You are his daughter.

And though you've always been haunted by that. You don't feel remorse being his daughter in this moment. Because for once in a very long time you feel...wanted?

Sure jason had loved you but it always felt like you needed him more then he needed you. But seeing the desperation in your father's eyes you truly feel needed.

And it feels nice. A warmth spreads across your chest as your father begins speaking.

"Thank you ,my girl," He says.

Thank you.. He says Thank you. He's a king. He's never thanked anyone for anything. And yet he humbled himself before you and thanked you for allowing him to be your father.

Now that was something you didn't expect because in his words "A Hasashi is nothing if not prideful." He used to tell you. But as he speaks his words have no pride in them ,no ill intention, just love.

"I won't let you down... not again." He says and it's surprising how the roles have switched. It used to be you telling him that.

It used to be you begging him for forgiveness but now it's him.

The air no longer is tense it's filled with peace and acceptance. It's calming and it soothes your nerves.

The smell of his candles goes by your nose the hint of aok trees and vanilla. And it feels like you can breath agian. And you let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding.

But much to your father's dismay this moment cannot last forever.

A gaurd knocks on the door and your father huffs and tells him to come in.

"Are guest are here my king." The guard says as he bows.

Your father nods and stands up. Offering you his hand. You take it and stand up quickly pulling your hand away.

You wanted him to know he was still being tested. The you weren't trusting him fully. And he obviously got the hint with how fast you pulled your hand away from his.

He leads you out the room and you follow. Walking down the big stone walls he begins speaking.

"Many people want to see you...to see how you've grown."

You knew this would happen gossip spreads quickly here. Even faster then in gotham.

Despite there not being phone everyone knew just about everyone.

And right now you were the person everyone wanted to see.

"Their not just people...their allies who will help in the war." He says his voice still carrying softness. But you got what he was saying. He wanted you to impress them.

He needed you to impress them. This was a test. But you weren't proving yourself to your father like your test before.

No, now you were being tested by the people who are going to be fighting beside you. They need to see what you bring to the table. They need to see you.

Walking through the halls and into the main palace room where all the guest are already in. There's thousands and the big palace walls have no trouble fitting them in.

All eyes are immediately drawn to you. Thousands of eyes are all looking, observing ,and testing you.

You swallow and the pit in your stomach returns. Someone could've warned you but your sure they wanted to see how you reacted under pressure. And right now that's exactly what you feel.

Pressure.

A small figure makes it way to your side. And you don't have to look at them to know it's kion. His head is held up and you follow his actions.

You have to stand strong, show them who are.

Kion noticing your distress speaks up. His voice is quiet so just you can hear him.

"You look lovely sister." He says and his voice is firm he truly means what he says.

"Thank you." You say quietly not wanting to be the center of attention.

Everyone's eyes follow your form as you walk slightly behind your father. Because no one can walk before him. He is king after all.

Though everyone is watching and judging how you look how you sound even how you breath no one is looking to see if you okay.

Well except for Kion. Kioms eyes never leave you. And keeps a firm position beside you. Glaring at anyone who even thinks of talking to you.

Of course people want to talk to you. They want to know you. You, Kion ,and your father walk through the crowd of people and onto the podium that your father usually made commands on.

Behind you was his throne. Actually there was three thrones. One for the king. Another for his spouse which would unfortunately be empty now. And one bigger then the next but smaller then the kings. It stood on the right hand side of kings throne. It was yours. The heirs. Always on the kings right hand side.

Though yes the kings wife was important the more important thing was the heir

The one who would carry on the legacies the name. The power.

On your right side was a smaller but nice throne it was specifically for kion. He would be your right hand in your back up.

But by the way he stood by you and looked ready to kill anyone who even dare look at you wrong told you that you wouldn't need a back up.

You were perfectly safe.

Your father.stands in the middle of the podium. And all eyes leave. You and turn to him as he begins speaking.

"Today we welcome back my daughter. The princess." He states boldly. His voice is loud and proud and everyone erupts to claps and cheers.

"Will she be your heir?" A noble man asks and you see Kion roll his eyes at the man's stupidity.

"She is my first born." Your father states calmly but you can tell he's irrated to even be asked that.

"But who's to say she's fit to be queen? We haven't seen her in almost a decade." A loud and very annoying voice says. And though yes you have been gone over a decade you'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"Isn't that lord Khalid?" You quietly ask kion.

Kion nods his focus still on the man. But you can tell kion doesn't like the man either.

"I thought father and him hated eachother...father did take the mans eye out...right?" You ask quietly again.

And agian Kion nods. "They've made peace long ago sister...but their not as close as the once were..." kion whispers back. And this time you nod.

Your father looks at Khalid angrily and Khalid smiles. You knew how close Khalid and your father once were..but your father had accidentally cut his eye out...

You wonder if the one eyed man still hates your father or not. But you aren't looking at Khalid anymore...no your looking for his son.

The lord Khalid has seven sons to be exact but your only looking for one. He was a boy last time you seen him. And he was your dearest friend. Closest friend...

You'd spare together all the time when you were younger but he'd never hurt you even if you had hurt him.

He was kind something that this world didn't like. And you wonder if he still has that same bleeding heart.

You remember the last time you saw him. It was at his mother's funeral. Despite your father's fight you had came to his mother's funeral.

You knew how much he loved his mother. He had gotten his kindness from her.

You remember how he hadn't shed a tear at her funeral. Refusing to look weak infront of others. But you know he only did that cause his father just like yours before didn't tolerate weakness.

But when everyone had left her grave.

And it was just you two by her grave. The rain pouring down on both of you. The harsh rain drenched your clothes and hair he had begun crying.

You had never seen someone cry before. Because here it wasn't tolerated. You yourself had cried before in silence. But you never had to comfort someone.

So you did what you thought was best. You hugged him. It was awkward to you but you knew it meant something to him. He was crying on your shoulder and for while you wonder if it was his tears soaking your close or the rain.

He never let go of the hug and you never pulled away. Eventually the hug did get comfortable but sadness was unbearable.

He kept whisper things to you. Pleading with you. 'Please wake her up.' 'Tell her to wake up.' 'why won't she wake up?' He'd whisper in a heartbroken tone.

He'd repeat those words over and over and you truly did wish you could wake up his mother but you couldn't. So you held him tighter.

After that day you didn't see him. You had left shortly after. And you wish you had a better last memory of your friend but you don't. So you look around past Khalid to see if you can spot your old friend.

But you don't. There's far to many people crowed in this place. You sigh and continue watching your father talk to the stupid lord.

"You dare question my judgment?" Your father says strongly stepping forward challenging Khalid.

Khalid smirks and you know he's getting the reaction he wants.

"I do not doubt you king. I doubt your daughter. But please let her show us what she is capable of?" Khalid says smiling like he's already won. And for you a moment you feel suffocated in your big kimono.

A challenge. You hated challenges. You lost very few in your time but still you hated them.

"My daughter has nothing to prove to anyone." Your father says firmly dismissing the idea. But Khalid continues to push.

"Very well then king let it be known that the heir is nothing but a pretty face with no strength." Khalid says and you can hear the quiet gasp in the crowd your father and brother are both very angry.

How dare he insult you like that?

With a sharp scoff and narrow eyes your father agrees. "Very well then pick your challenger." He says and he doesn't spare you a glance.

Does he trust you that much to win? Or does he not care about your opinion?

Kion steps forward putting a hand on your arm and slightly pushing you behind him.

"I'll fight on my sister's behalf." Kion says his voice firm and you can tell your father is silently telling him to stand down. But kion doesn't stand down.

"That's not the agreement boy." Khalid says mockingly.

"To hell with the agreement!" Kion says glaring at the man and at your father.

"Do you just let your son speak for you king? Maybe his mother's absence has left him without manners." Khalid says and kions eyes widen.

And your eyes narrow. How dare he disrespect your brother?

This time you step forward pushing Kion behind you and shielding him from the stupidest men you've ever seen.

"Pick your challenger and I'll cut out his eye ,just like my father did to you."

Now your words are like daggers to the crowd no one expected that kind of response but your father smirks beside you.

"Very well then I'll be honored for the princesses to fight one of my sons. I'll give her the greatest fighter. Azrael." He says and no one even tries to hold back their gasps not even you.

Your sure everyone is gasping because Azrael is such a good fighter...but your gasping because you don't want to fight your old friend...

You see Azrael for the first time as he steps up beside his father. And gods you don't remember him being this beautiful.

He's taller then you now and you can tell he's strong. Jet black hair like his fathers but his hair is shoulder length but just short enough not to cover his eyes.

His eyes are the same brown as his mother's...

Scars litter his beautiful skin adding texture.

And memories of the battles he's won. Big muscle adorn his body and a beautiful face jawline.....

'Get a hold of yourself.' You say mentally. Shaking your head and trying to focus you see that Azrael is looking at you taking you in now.

Probably looking for weaknesses. Or maybe he still thought of you as a friend?

No, you highly doubt that. Your sure that after his mother's death his father had turned him cold. But one could always hope right...?

Once a friend now an alliance. Or enemy?

Your not sure but you know this fight will determine that.

"Your daughter has your mouth my king. Let's hope she has your skills as well." Khalid says and you only glare at him and your father scoffs.

"Prepare the arena." Your father says to the guards.

Why did you have such a big mouth? You think to yourself. No, you had to step up. You couldn't just let him talk to your brother like that...

You feel the arms of your maids who stand behind you pull you off the podium and away from everyone to prepare you for the fight.

"You shouldn't have spoken up princess." Loyce says her voice cold but you can tell she's worried. She was always the one who bandaged you up after fight..and she hated it every time.

"I had to stand my ground loyce. Plus this will be a way to prove myself. " You say dismissively.

"Azrael has beaten many warriors in his time...Raiden included." Loyce says as she continues to dress you into more suitable clothes for a fight.

Raiden? No one has ever beaten Raiden before....

You stay quiet trying to not worry.

Once dressed your maids rush to the arena. A place you know very well. Your father and Kion are waiting for you right infront of the door that leads to the entrance of the big arena.

Your father steps up putting a hand on your shoulder. "You've got this. If I see he'll hurt you I'll call the fight. No pressure." Your father says softly. He truly did trust you huh? No pressure he says but you know how much pressure there truly is.

Even your maids are shocked by his words. He's never excepted defeat especially from his children.

Your father walks off leaving you with Kion.

"You should've let me fight him." Kion says his voice loud and angry. He didn't want you fighting and that was clear.

"I'll be fine brother." You state as you reach over to hug him. He sighs and nods hugging you back.

"Go for throat. Show no mercy." He whispers in your ear before pulling away and following where your father had went.

Pushing the big wooden doors you step into the arena. The crowd already busting with excitement for the fight.

Everyone wanted to see you in action.

"Give them a show." Loyce says just as you pass the doors.

Walking into the middle of the big arena. You see Azrael on the opposite side.

Your father sits on his big chair in the crowd of the arena and Kions stands beside him.

On the other side of the arena is Khalid and his other six sons all screaming and cheering for Azrael.

"Chose your weapons." The announcer says loudly.

All the crows watches you as you go to the big table that carries almost every kind of weapon there is.

You think for a moment not knowing which to pick.

Katakanas are the fastest. A sword the most noble and common.

But your choice was already clear....chains.

Chains with shape edges on the daggers at the ends...just like your father's.

The crowd erupts into cheer and smiles as you pick your weapon.

Looking at hit father he shoots you a proud nod.

Azrael had chosen a sword. Noble.

Your bow to your father as Azrael bows to him.

And the fight begins.

Locking eyes with the boy who you once called a friend you try and read him. But you can't.

And that's when you know. Your fucked.

But he isn't necessarily looking at you with hate either...he looks....nervous?

His hands tighten around the sword he's holding and swallows hard..... he doesn't know what to do...he steps forward but he doesn't want to hurt you...

'So maybe...maybe I'll just tire her out...yeah! I'll tire her out and her father will call the fight off.' He thinks to himself.

And by you looking at the boy he doesn't look like the man who could defeat someone as great as Raiden.

'Why the hell isn't she attacking first? I'll guess I have to make the first move...' He thinks to himself as he steps forward.

He's quick to attack his sword drawing closer to your arm. 'Why go for my arm?' You think to yourself. All fighters usually go for the head it's more lethal..

You dodge his attack with ease. Throwing the chain dagger at him and he dismissively hits your dagger away with his sword.

'Okay so I'm a little rusty.' You think sighing as you pull your chain back in.

He goes low trying to sweep your feet. But your quick to jump back avoiding his leg and throwing a kick of your own only for him to catch your leg.

'Well shit.' You think to yourself.

His first thought is simple. 'Break it' that's usually what he would've done to anyone else...but your not anyone else.

You use your other leg to jump and kick his chest and he let's go of your leg.

The crowd cheers out your names waiting to see the outcome of the fight.

After about half an hour of fighting. And both of you with scraps well more like Azrael with cuts and scraps. You speak up.

"Stop holding back." You hiss just loud enough for him to hear.

He's dodging your attacks and your getting very impatient.

"As you wish princess." Azrael says and hearing his voice is magical.... his voice has long lost the baby tone it used to have.

It's deeper and more firm....it suits him perfectly.

With a quick move he successfully pushes you to the ground cutting your arm in the process. It wasn't even a deep cut.

But he felt horrible.

In his seconds of shock you quickly turn the tables pinning him beneath you instead. It took him by surprise not every seeing someone with such skills.

The crowd once agian full of excitement and yelling as you put your dagger to his neck.

'Cut his throat.' They all say. Everyone's at the edge of their seat waiting to see what you'll do.

But your waiting for Khalid to call the fight.

You need Khalid to call the fight... you can't lose this fight but you also won't kill Azrael to win.

Looking up to see Khalid he watches. You with wide eyes almost daring you to cut his throat.

You can't stand his arrogance. So you do exactly what you told him you'd do.

You hold the dagger over Azrael eye it's a threat and the last one you'll give before you do it.

You look up once more but Khalid is as prideful as ever. You hesitate you don't want to do it...but a quiet voice whispers in your ear.

"Do it." Azrael says as he close his eye allowing you to make your cut. To hurt him.

And you don't know who's more stupid you or Azrael.

But without a second thought you do it.

He hisses in pain as you end the cut right above his cheek.

Blood covers your hand and the crowd cheers. And you hold the dagger to his throat agian. But this time Khalid actually listen to your threat.

'The lord Khalid has yielded!' The announcer screams.

Pull the dagger away from his throat and standing up realization finally hits.

You...... you were going to kill him.

Your breathings heavy and your vision seems to be getting blurry.

Your eyes are on your hands and hoe their cover with blood....Azrael would've never hurt you like this...

You can't even look at Azrael or anyone to focused on the blood on your hands. Last time there was this much blood on your hands you had killed the joker....

Memories of everything you had done from you finding jason in jokers warehouse almost dead to killing the joker...to now what you just did....

Your vision is still blurry and your breathing had gotten worse and your eyes are still focused and your blood stained hands that you don't even hear the announcer say.

"Princess Hasashi wins! Flawless victory!"

Deep heavy foot steps can be heard throughout the temple which cause Kung Lao to walk to the sound of the steps.

No one has been in the temple recently due to the upcoming war between scorpion and sub-zero.

So Kung Lao walks hesitatently but confidently towards the steps.

But his greeted to the sight of his old friend....

"Well if it isn't the greatest warrior to ever live." Kung Loa says his voice still holding that familiar warmth that it used to hold years ago.

And your grandfather smiles seeing his old companion.

"I thought you he'd left us all behind." Kung Lao says still smiling.

"I could never leave me home...." Your grandfather states. But he leaves pit the part 'without my granddaughter.'

"I'm assuming you need something?"

"Indeed I do..." Your grandfather says nodding while the other batfamily members take in the beautiful of the temple their ancient walls holding stories and tells.

They party had lasted almost all night but you had went to your room straight after the fight. Your father seeing you in your worried state had sent you there.

Loyce and the other two maids had cleaned your new scar and given you a bath and finally you didn't feel all the pressure...but you did feel alot of guilt.

"You fought well princess." Loyce whispers in your ear her voice gentle and kind which is honestly shocking.

"That was a one-sided fight. Azrael wasn't even trying." You say as you sigh and loyce continues doing your hair.

"Well you taught him not to ever underestimate you agian." Loyce says.

'No I taught him I was ruthless' Is what you wanted to say but you didn't.

Because you know that you had to be ruthless here.... you couldn't afford to show weakness.

Laying in your bed in silence the only noise was from the small noises you could hear from the party.

It wasn't peaceful silence. No, the silence was almost mocking. You didn't dare and try to fall asleep because you just knew yoir have nightmares.

You hated them. The nightmares the were almost scarier then the real thing. Always so much more intense. Always so real.

Breaking you out of your thoughts is footsteps walking down the hall and towards your room.

Your ears strain on instinct trying to see who it is. And it doesn't take you long before you know.

"Sister?" Kion whispers from behind the door incase your still sleeping.

"Come in" You say. Not sitting up or bothering to look at him. He opens the door and without hesitation sits beside you on your bed.

Your on your back looking up at him and he doesn't look as scary now. He doesn't look like a prince.

His hair is no longer tied into his signature bun making his feature softer and he actually looks like a kid.....

You don't even have to say ask him why he's here because you know. He's worried.

"Can I touch?" Kion whispers almost like if he spoke to loud it would hurt you. He points to your arm the one that Azrael had cut. It's slightly bandaged but it doesn't even hurt anymore so you nod.

His fingers gently run over the bandage careful not to hurt you.

"Does it hurt?" He questions worry sketched on his face.

"No....it doesn't hurt." You say your voice quiet. To quiet for Kions liking.

"Sister.....are scared of the war?" He questions as if he's there to comfort you but you know that he's really the one who needs comfort.

"Fear is a natural emotion, brother.....it's alright to be afraid." You say your voice no longer quiet but soft.

Kion lays down beside you resting his head on your chest. He's seeking comfort...he's seeking your comfort.

And you hold him right back. Holding Kion was diffrent from Holding Jason.

Usually it had felt like you held jason for your own comfort. But you held Kion to comfort him.

You speak up breaking the silence.

"Death doesn't scare me anymore ,brother." You say your voice no louder then a whisper but the words you say sting Kion right in the heart.

"Neither do I fear my own Death sister....but I fear yours." He says his voice almost breaking. And your heart stings at his words.

He was scared...of you dying?

Usually the younger sibling would want the older one to die so that they could inherit the throne. But you suppose Kion is no regular brother.

You don't know what to say but you don't have time to say anything before kions speaks up.

"Don't leave me sister....please." His voice is so pleading almost exactly how Jason's was the night you left.

"I never will brother...not even death can take me from you.." You say your voice so kind and it brings Kion relief instantly.

"Thank you ,sister."

But his relief is short lived before he feels regret.

"I'm sorry sister...." He says his voice cracking agian but he doesn't move his head away from your chest to look at you.

You look down at him puzzled what was he apologizing for?

"Why are you sorry?" You question confused.

"I shouldn't have brought you here...this place doesn't deserve you..." He says his voice quiet and filled with tiredness and you know that he's just seconds from passing out.

And with him in your arms you don't worry about the nightmares anymore....

To you this mightve been a bit normal considering how you used to hold jason....but to kion this was...everything.

He felt safe and warm in your arms. He felt protected......

You still hear his last whisper before he falls into complete bliss.

"And neither do I...."

Authors note: Hey guys sorry if this feels a bit rushed I've also been working on a couple of other series! So thanks for your patiences!

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TANGLED DESIRES

| pairing : kim minji x fem!reader

| summary : idfk ill update ts later

| warnings : g!p minji smut, drunk driving, aggressive (idk😭), skz hyunjin mention, ichillin yuju mention, minji calls u a bitch like once, not proofread, etc.

| unnecessary bs : like 3.5k words (ik guys it’s long, glaze me later 🙏😅)

minji stands in front of the mirror, thoroughly admiring her own reflection. she runs a hand confidently down the front of her costume, feeling the fabric cling perfectly to her form. a bold smirk spreads across her lips as she assesses her appearance, practically radiating self-assuredness. “fuck yeah,” she declares, “this is the one.” with a playful twist to the side, she checks her reflection from another angle, her eyes glinting with mischief. she knows she looks incredible, and it shows.

“you chose the most basic costume ever, watch there be like— 100 other spiderman’s at the party” you say, interrupting her as you walk next to her to adjust your own costume in the mirror.

“yeah but who else is gonna look as sexy as me?” minji responds, her eyes unbashedly wandering down your body, taking in your corpse bride costume.

you laugh lightly before responding, “me, obviously”

she raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “you think that tattered veil and that pale makeup can compete with this?” she gestures dramatically to her figure.

“oh girl please, i’m a bride, and you’re just…the friendly neighbor hero” you tease, making eye contact with her through the mirror.

“you’re so corny, just hurry up” minji replies as she steps outside to start her car up.

you giggle to yourself while quickly taking a few pictures before going outside to join your girlfriend in the car.

-

pulling up to the party, minji parks near some cars on a curb, and turns off the engine. she looks out at the house and can see the lights and hear the faint thump of music from inside. she takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the night ahead. she checks her appearance in the mirror, running her fingers through her hair and adjusting the spiderman mask on the top of her head.

glancing over at you in the passenger seat, watching intently as you apply your lipgloss. her eyes fixate on the way your lips move as you swipe the gloss over them. “are you ready?” she asks, licking her lips.

you smack your lips together, the gloss glistening under the soft glow of the streetlights, letting out a quick “mhm”

“alright then.” minji takes a moment before finally stepping out of the car, jogging to your side to open the door. as you both walk toward the house, she feels the cool night air wash over her, grounding her.

stepping inside the house, the music swells, enveloping you both in a vibrant atmosphere. people are mingling, laughter bubbling around you, a few even sleep.

minji hangs close, her gaze sweeping the crowd as she takes in the scene.

“look,” you say, pointing to a peter parker and miles morales standing next to each other. “just walked through the door and already spotted 2 spidermen”

the older girl shrugs and sucks her teeth, “yeah, but they don’t look better than me”

you lightly laugh at her response, “of course they don’t,” obviously no one could look better than your girlfriend. “anyways, wanna grab a drink?” you ask, pulling her attention back to you. “yeah,” minji replies, grabbing your hand.

as you make your way to the makeshift bar, she can’t help but notice how effortlessly others are drawn to you. a few friends greet you with enthusiastic hugs, and lots of “i love your costume!!” or “you’re so pretty!”

-

after a couple of shots, boredom starts to creep in.

“babe, let’s dance—” you begin, but a voice cuts you off.

“yoo, it’s emily!” turning toward the sound, you spot hyunjin, your acquaintance (you wouldn’t really consider him a friend) dressed in victor costume.

your mouth curls into a wide smile, and you can’t help but exclaim, “oh my god, victor!” you stand up from the chair, excitement bubbling inside you. “hey, I’ll be right back,” you say to minji, flashing her a quick grin before making your way over to hyunjin.

minji watches intently as you talk to hyunjin, the way he touches your shoulder, looks at your lips, and stares at you with hunger in his eyes. she notices it all.

pouring herself a cup of gin mixed with soda, she downs it as she continues watching your interaction with the boy. the latter couldn’t even lie, his costume next to yours looked perfect, people walking by definitely would’ve assumed he was your boyfriend. even she was regretting her choice of picking spiderman instead of matching with you.

-

twenty minutes tick by—though it feels like an eternity—and you’re still engrossed in conversation with him, barely glancing in your girlfriend’s direction. and at this point, she feels tipsy, and she knows that one more shot could push her over the edge.

just as she’s about to take that final shot, a girl saunters up to her in an all-black bodysuit, complete with a miniskirt, cat makeup, and playful cat ears.

how basic, minji thinks as she sizes up the newcomer.

“hi, spidey~” the girl says flirtatiously, sliding into the seat beside her. “uh, hi?” minji replies, raising an eyebrow.

“you seem pretty drunk, and who wants to be drunk and alone at a party?” the cat girl continues, her tone overly sweet.

“i’m not alone…” minji retorts, her voice flat.

“really? because i don’t see anyone next to you,” she pretends to look around before looking back in the taller girls eyes. “and honestly, i wouldn’t mind getting tangled up in your webs,” the girl purrs, her hand resting on minji’s bicep and giving it a squeeze. “i’m yeju…” she whispers, leaning in closer, her fingers trailing down to caress your girlfriend’s stomach, feeling her abs underneath the costume. “how about we get outta here, and go somewhere more priv-“

“how about you fuck off,” minji snaps, pushing the girl off her and downing her shot before standing up.

she storms over to you and hyunjin, her frustration bubbling as she sees his hands on your waist, his nose buried in your neck as you snap pictures together. it ignites something fierce inside her, and she grabs your arm, pulling you toward the door. “we’re going home,” she says in a monotone voice, desperately trying to mask her jealousy.

“minji, what the fuck?” you exclaim, stumbling slightly as she drags you. she ignores your protest, her grip tightening as she leads you to the car.

once at the vehicle, she swings open your door and gives you a gentle push into the passenger seat before making her way to the driver’s side. the tension hangs thick in the air, and minji can feel her heart racing as she prepares to confront the emotions swirling within her.

as she starts to drive, worry creeps in.

“babe?” you call out softly, hoping for a response.

silence hangs heavy in the air.

“minji, what’s wrong?” you try again, glancing at her profile, searching for any hint of what’s bothering her.

still no answer.

“minji, please talk to me so i can help!” you plead, your voice edged with concern.

the silence stretches on, each passing moment intensifying your anxiety.

finally, you decide to give up on the conversation for now. reaching for your wipes, you start wiping the makeup off your face, wanting to get it done before you step inside. it feels like a small act of normalcy amidst the tension, but your mind races with thoughts of how to bridge the gap between you.

-

after driving for a while, you finally pull up to your home.

minji gets out of the car with a grunt, slamming the door shut. “big headed bitch boy…” she mutters, stomping over to your side to open the door. but instead of closing it behind you, she just walks past and heads into the apartment, leaving you standing there, feeling a mix of confusion and worry.

once you step inside, she finally turns to you, her expression still tense. “go in the room,” she says, her voice firm and edged with frustration.

you nod at her request (demand) and quickly rush to the bedroom. as soon as the door closes behind you, you unzip your dress, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. the fabric falls away, and you start removing your accessories, the clinking of jewelry echoing in the silence.

your mind races as you try to process the tension from the car. you wonder what’s going through minji’s head, hoping you can figure it out before things escalate. taking a deep breath, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, trying to shake off the unease.

after a moment, you hear footsteps approaching the door, your heart pounding as you prepare for what’s next.

the raven haired girl steps in the room, her spiderman suit zipped down, only covering her bottom half, while a black sports bra covers her top.

you snake your eyes down her body, staring at her crotch area. you can see the outline of her thick, hard cock straining against the tight fabric of the costume.

she approaches you, slightly tripping over her own feet. minji can’t grasp how she managed to drive home safely while drunk; perhaps it was the adrenaline, but that rush is long gone now, and all she knows is that she’s mad and horny.

as you stand there, paralyzed by her intense gaze, you feel the heat of her breath against your lips. her pupils are dilated, almost completely concealing the iris. she cups your face in her manicured hands, her nails digging into your skin. and then, without warning, she pulls you closer, pressing her lips firmly against yours. the kiss is hungry, urgent, and demanding, as if she can't get enough of you.

tasting the tang of alcohol on her lips. she sucks gently on your tongue, eliciting a small moan from the back of your throat. Her hands slide into your hair, fingers tangling in the strands, tugging. the kiss is deep and hot, you find yourself losing yourself in the moment, forgetting everything else except the feeling of her mouth against yours.

you pull back, your labored breaths filling the space between the two of you. she takes a few moments to catch her own breath, eyes half lidded and lips plump from the kiss. almost immediately, she tries to lean in again, desperate for more, but you gently push her back. "wait," you murmur breathlessly, trying to keep your own desire under control. “slow down.”

the bear-like girl furrows her thick eyebrows at your words, wait? you’re telling her to wait?? and not only are you telling her to wait, you’re telling her to slow down.

she clenches her jaw, gripping a handful of your hair and pulling it to command you to your knees. “so you can whore yourself out to that boy, but you tell me to wait? i’m not waiting to have something that’s mine” she says, angrily.

you moan and wince slightly at the pain throbbing in your head. then, you feel your lover grab your jaw, forcing your mouth open. she holds your head, guiding your mouth around her clothed boner.

minji let’s out a low moan at the feeling of your mouth around her, deciding that she needs more, she pulls your head away, snickering at the wet spot your saliva left.

finally, pulling the suit down her legs, the tip of her cock peaks out from her boxers, red and angry with precum oozing out of it.

her underwear joins the discarded costume on the floor, and with a eager bounce, her rigid length springs upward, slapping against her toned stomach with an audible smack. she wraps her long fingers around her thick base, the digits barely meeting as she holds it steady, her heavy balls hanging low.

she gently taps your lips with her wet tip, painting them with her essence. “come on, stick your tongue out bitch.” she says in a husky whisper, her breath hot and heavy with her dazed eyes locked on to yours, daring you to disobey.

and just as she thought, you stick your tongue out. she hums in approval, a string of saliva drips from her parted lips, landing directly onto your waiting tongue.

as the saliva slides down your throat, you feel a thrill of submission mixed with the rush of her approval. her smirk grows wider, and her eyes gleam with satisfaction. without hesitation, she guides the swollen head of her cock past your lips, the velvety skin gliding smoothly into your mouth.

you wrap your lips around the thick shaft, your mouth stretching to accommodate her girth. she starts to thrust slowly, pushing her dick deeper with each movement. the salty precum coats your tongue, and you swallow it eagerly, desperate to please her.

she moans lowly at the feeling, but it’s not enough for her. she needs more. the images of you and hyunjin at the party start playing in her mind, getting more upset, her pace quickens, hips snapping forward as she dives deeper into your mouth. the head of her arousal hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.

“f-fuck, relax your throat,” she demands, her voice hoarse with lust. she grabs your head with both hands, holding your mouth in place as she starts to fuck your face. her thick cock pistons in and out of your mouth at a furious pace, the sound of your gagging and choking filling the room.

tears stream down your face, un-removed mascara running in black streaks as she continues to thrust mercilessly. shes beyond caring about being gentle now. all that matters is the heat of your mouth and the sounds of your distress. "look at me," she growls, tilting your chin up.

her eyes bore into yours, dark with desire and a hint of cruelty. she holds your gaze as she slams forward, burying her entire length down your throat. your nose presses against her pelvis, inhaling her musky scent. she grinds against your face, giving you no chance to breathe.

"shit m’ gonna cum—y-you're gonna swallow it all," she pants, her voice tight with impending release. her movements grow erratic, hips bucking forward as she buries herself balls-deep once more. with a final cry, she comes, pulsing warmth filling your mouth as she unloads onto your tongue.

she holds your head in place, forcing you to gulp down every drop of her thick, salty release. tears and drool run down your chin as you struggle to swallow it all. finally, she pulls out, leaving you gasping for air. a string of cum connects your lips to her softening cock.

breathless and spent, she leans against the wall for support. her chest heaves as she looks down at you, your face a mess of tears, saliva, and her seed. she smirks, getting hard again at the sight. “you look so pretty baby,” she says, kissing you, tasting herself on your plump lips. “i’d like to see that assholes reaction when he sees your face covered in my nut.”

she reaches down and cups your mons, finding your core drenched. she hums appreciatively, "looks like someone enjoyed that." her fingers slip between your folds, easily gliding through your slick heat.

her touch is gentle yet firm, her fingers slowly circling your entrance before slowly pushing inside. you gasp, back arching, as she slowly pumps her hand, crooking her fingers to hit that spot deep inside you. your hands grasp her shoulders, nails digging in as she continues to toy with you.

“minji— i’m gonna-“ just as you were about to release on her fingers, she pulls her hand back. “not yet," minji whispers, a wicked grin spreading across her face. she stands up, holding her hand up to her mouth and licking your juices clean. you let out a frustrated whine, legs trembling as you try to hold yourself together.

“get on the bed.“ minji urges, helping you up from the floor. “lie down, spread your legs, and keep them spread," she commands, her voice low and authoritative. you quickly comply, crawling onto the bed and lying down, your legs spread wide, baring yourself to her.

climbing onto the bed and positioning herself between your spread thighs. her hands grip your hips possessively, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. her thick, veined member pulsed in her hand as she lined herself up with your entrance.

she slowly pushes forward. the thick head of her length spreads your folds, inching inside of you. her thick manhood stretching you open.

you grip the sheets beneath you, knuckles turning white as she slowly pushes into you. the sensation bordering on pain. "minji— it's too much—" you gasp, back arching. she leans down, kissing and biting your neck softly.

"shh, you can take it," minji coos encouragingly. she gives a final thrust, burying herself to the hilt inside you. you moan loudly, your fingers digging into her back. she pauses, letting you adjust to her size before slowly pulling out and thrusting back in.

she sets a steady rhythm, her hips snapping forward as she buries herself inside you over and over. with each thrust, she hits that spot deep inside, making your eyes roll back and your words slur into unintelligible moans. "min— it's— it's too—"

"—It's too good?" minji finishes for you, her voice low and taunting. "well, take it. show me how well you can take it." her pace quickens, her breath growing ragged as she pounds into you.

“holy shit—you’re always so tight-“ she loops one arm under your knee and lifts your leg up, placing it over her shoulder. the new angle allows her to delve even deeper, each thrust now hitting that spot with unrelenting precision.

“please— so deep!" you beg, your voice barely a whisper.

minji ignores your pleas, continuing to fuck into you with reckless abandon. her thick member splits you open, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. she leans forward, her arm tightening around your leg as she uses it to pull you further onto her length with every thrust.

"f-fuckk— oh god— it’s too much—“ "shut the fuck up with all that complaining, yn. just take it." her pace quickens, her thrusts becoming almost punishing. the sound of your moans and the headboard slamming against the wall could probably be heard by the whole apartment complex.

the girl reaches between your bodies, her calloused fingers finding your sensitive clit. she rubs tight circles around it, the added stimulation making your inner walls clench around her throbbing shaft. "fuck, you're so tight. gonna make you cum on my cock,"

you let out a high pitched moan as your orgasm crashes over you. your back arches off the bed, and eyes roll back as your walls spasm and clench around her throbbing member.

but, instead of pausing to let you ride out your release, minji continues her relentless pace, chasing her own high. her dick plows in and out of you, drawing out your pleasure but also making it almost painful.

"minji— please— it's— it’s too much— I’m too sensitive” your voice shakes as your body is wracked with aftershocks. her fingers still moving against your swollen bud, prolonging the overwhelming sensation.

"come on, yn. just a little longer for me, baby. i'm almost done," minji pants, her hips starting to stutter as she nears her peak.

with a final, powerful thrust, minji buries herself to the hilt and lets out a guttural moan. "yn..." her voice trails off into a series of incoherent grunts and pants as her own release consumes her, her hips jerking as she spills warmth inside you.

the sensation of her hot release flooding your insides proves to be the final push. your back bows off the bed as another intense orgasm rips through you, your inner walls milking her cock for every last drop. your mouth remains open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

after taking some moments to calm down, minji slowly pulls out, her softening member slipping from your sensitive folds. fingers trace your trembling thigh almost tenderly. "you did so good for me, love," she murmurs, a note of praise and satisfaction in her voice.

the loss of her warmth and the gentle stretch makes you whimper, your hips hitching forward as if trying to follow her. "m-minji..." your voice is barely a whisper, hoarse from the overwhelming amount of stimulation.

you reach back blindly, trying to pull her closer once more. your body is oversensitive, your mind hazy with aftershocks. she chuckles darkly and obliges, her strong arms wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against her.

"just relax... i've got you..." her voice is low and soothing, her touch gentle as she strokes your skin.

minji's hands continue their soothing path over your skin, one sliding up to cup your breast while the other traces idle patterns on your hip. She presses soft kisses along your shoulder and the side of your neck. "my perfect girl..." she murmurs against your skin. “so good for me”

your breathing slows and deepens, your body relaxing completely in your lovers embrace. "i'm sleepy..." you mumbled, burrowing back against her. she tightens her arms around you protectively. "then sleep, my love. you've earned it..."

she wraps herself around you like a warm blanket. she kisses the top of your head softly before settling in to hold you close, her own breathing slowly evening out as she drifts off to sleep alongside you.

this was for halloween but i’m like late asf 😭😭 alr now that you’ve read it all you can glaze me 😅

[falmerbrook]

Falmer appearance and attire headcanons

(click on drawings for more details and notes!)

Hair

In Skyrim, we pretty much only see two hair styles to go off of: completely bald and the hair the "shaman" have (which are also the only females we see (a post for another day)).

In concept art, particularly Adam Adamowicz's, we see more potential hairstyles. He draws it as wispy and messy, as well as containing braids and the ties we see in the shaman in the game. This art is largely what defines my own interpretation of their hair.

I picture the typical Falmer hair as wavy, thin, wispy, and looking frizzy. Given the high number of hairless Falmer we see, I imagine baldness is common, particularly among males, and sometimes among females. Their hair can be commonly styled into braids or knots to keep it under control.

The ability to grow long, thick hair is less common, but those who can tend to style it in other unique ways. Especially among females, long hair is commonly styled into large dense locs (akin to a Polish plait) and held into shapes using ropes or leather ties.

(While I think the intention with the way their hair is drawn and modelled in the game models and concept art was that it was braided and held up with those ties, before looking at it closely I always sorta interpreted it as too stiff to just be braided. As a result, I developed the locs headcanon and have become kinda attached to it even though I have 0 in game or lore support for it)

Materials

The material used in their clothing is obviously dependent on what is accessible to them, and given their unique situation that makes the materials they use and value unique as well. In Skyrim, we see that almost all of their armor (which is mostly what we see them wearing) and homes are made of chaurus chitin (and potentially shellbug chitin), so this is likely the most common resource available to them for non-combative coverings as well. Other materials from their arthropods companions could include their cocoons, unhatched eggs, etc.

Bones from other creatures (draugr, skeevers, trolls, adventurers, bandits, etc.) underground or from aboveground raids could also be used fairly often. These could also provide a source of leather or fur, albeit not a lot of it.

Falmer groups and subcultures inside or in close proximity to Dwemer ruins probably make regular use of the materials present in those ruins as well. With all the metal and machinery present in Dwemer ruins, metal probably makes regular appearances in their clothing (and general decorations) even if they can't manipulate it themselves. Falmer more separated from Dwemer ruins would make much lesser use of these materials, however. Additionally, We see implications of Falmer preparing, cooking, and potentially cultivating fungus in-game, but see nothing indicating they have any plants in their diet, and therefore it is unlikely they regularly make or use textiles or fabrics in their clothing, and if they do they likely come form Dwemer ruins or raided adventurers/bandits/settlements from the surface.

On that note, we know that there have supposedly been incidents of Falmer coming to the surface to attack its inhabitants and travelers, as well as instances of them killing bandits, adventurers, and researchers who venture below, so it's not far fetched to believe that they have access to some materials from the surface. This could give them some access to furs from surface animals, beads, glass, jewelry, textiles, metal objects, etc. they might not otherwise have access to. The rarity of these material among the Falmer would depend on the amount of access any given group of Falmer have to the surface, but among many of them these materials could be seen as more valuable for their rarity and the difficulty to gain them.

While gemstones and ore might be accessible from both natural deposits and underground ruins, unless they had some kind of auditory function or unique texture, they might not have much value to Falmer.

General Attire/Accessories

I like to imagine that the Snow Elves, and by extension the Falmer, have an innate cold resistance in the same way Nords do, and therefore don't require clothes for the purpose of warmth even in the chilly caves of Skyrim. Additionally, their blindness likely means that wouldn't dress for visual aesthetic either. My thoughts are that they are then left with the sense of sound and touch to communicate with each other, and their clothing and accessories could reflect that.

Falmer clothing, decoration, and society in general is very heavily based on touch and texture and little on appearances. They touch each other very often for both communication, movement, and just general day-to-day interactions, and their clothes isn’t very modest, but the tactile patterns and materials used can communicate certain things such as position in society, “wealth”/power, whether they are taken, single, pregnant, with a child, etc., their roles, their age, notable achievements/skills, who is who, etc. on both their clothes and buildings. The more noise one makes, the more attention they draw and the more they drown out other noises, and the more noise making things they can “afford” to have, so the amount of noise one makes in a Falmer settlement is a status symbol. Certain types of noises or noise makers are more coveted than others (chitin beads are common, while furs are less common, and materials only gained from raiding the surface are rare and coveted).

Some noise making accessories could include:

Dangling metal, bones, beads, chitin, etc. that hangs off of their clothing or ears and jingle/clank against each other (in my drawing I show them as pretty uniform in shape and size, but they would probably be much more irregular than I depicted them)

Bells (metal or other materials) that are affixed to or dangle off of their clothing or as earrings.

Hollow bracelets, anklets, necklaces, or other accessories that are filled with rocks or beads.

Rattles tied to the body (made of chitin, dried hollow chaurus eggs, dried chaurus cocoons, beads, etc.) with leather or rope.

Flute or whistle like tubes made of metal, chitin, or dried and treated tube-like fungus that makes a woodwind-esque noise when air passes through it in a certain way. They have been designed to make noise easily from even the slightest movements.

Dried grasses (more temporary) tied to the body that make a swishy noise. More permanently, a similar thing can be achieved with hair. The hair can be sourced from Falmer (either through just cutting hair or through taking it from fallen enemies) or killed humans/mer/draugr. That sort of thing can also act as a kind of trophy.

Necklaces with various materials dangling close together that jingle against each other.

Various materials can be tied into braids or the leather ties in their hair as well.

Some textural accessories could include:

Beads. Since they wouldn't have the ability to tell the color of the beads, the patterning of beadwork would be based on the roughness, material, size, or shape of the beads. (I'm sorry I suck as drawing beads)

Furs. This wouldn't be as common since the Falmer likely don't have too much interaction with furry mammals, but some they may have access to that are big enough to make clothing/accessories out of include skeevers or trolls (and potentially rarely animals from the surface). A potential meaning of wearing furs could be as hunting trophies, but it could have other meanings as well.

Chaurus chitin would like be the most common material in Falmer attire, and depending on the part of the chaurus body, the size of the chaurus, or the life stage of the chaurus it was sourced from it could have different textures. Some chitin parts could include large spikes and deep groves, while other parts could be smoother and less rough. The use of this chitin in clothing could take advantage of this contrast in textures. Additionally, chitin or shells from shell bugs might be a different texture from the chaurus chitin. (it's unclear to me whether shell bugs are exclusive to the caves around the Forgotten Vale or if we should consider them distributed throughout Skyrim's underground)

The placement of textured components on the body could have their own meaning to it alongside what accessories or textures are being used.

Specific Falmer Subcultures

While most Falmer settlements we see in Skyrim are just a small-ish collection of huts and chaurus corrals, there are two distinctive settlements that are larger, seemingly more organized, and I like to think have their own distinct subcultures worth mentioning: Blackreach and the Forgotten Vale. The unique scope and environment of these Falmer cities (as I like to think of them) could lend to unique clothing cultures as well.

The Falmer of Blackreach have access to a vast Dwemer settlement and have has the space to spread out throughout it more fully since it seems to be more in tact than other Dwemer ruins we see. These guys would likely have a clothing culture much more heavily based on what the can access from these Dwemer ruins (metal scraps, leftover fabrics, etc.)

The Falmer of the Forgotten Vale would also have access to unique resources, such as Vale deer, Vale sabre cats, and frost giants for fur and leather. Additionally, materials accessed from the Chantry of Auri-El such as textiles from clothing, bedding, tapestries, etc. could give them a greater access to fabrics than other Falmer groups. We don't see many close Dwemer settlements to the Vale, so they would have less Dwemeri influence in their clothing than other Falmer groups.

I like to think that the Falmer's evolution exclusively underground has made them poorly equipped to handle the outdoors during the day and has made them particularly susceptible to sunburn, necessitating the need for covering for those in the Forgotten Vale who have significant settlements outdoors. With greater access to textiles and leather, they could use them as coverings when outdoors.

Armor

I actually have very few notes on armor, for two reasons. 1) I hate designing and drawing armor. It is the bane of my existence. 2) I really like the armor they have in game! I think they look awesome aesthetically, and I like how clearly they are made from chaurus chitin. Per usual, Adam Adamowicz's designs seem to have been the major inspiration for the Falmer armor, and he did a great jobs (even if it isn't the most functional looking armor ever).

(off topic but I also just want to add that he draws them with little hairs and tufts on their ears and I love it. ok that is all)

I do have a few thoughts about armor though.

Even attire made of textiles make noise when someone moves in them, and I can imagine moving around in armor, especially armor made of hard, insect shells would make a lot of noise when someone moves around in it. When you're relying on sound to navigate your environment and pinpoint potential threats or targets, wearing something making a lot of noise would not be ideal. On the other hand, getting into a fight unarmored would be a problem.

So here's my solution: heavy armor (see below) would only be worm within the camps/settlements where noise was already high and space is more cramped (and therefore more risky in a fight) as a sort of guard in case they were attacked. Those guarding the settlements along the outside might still wear armor as well, but less of it. Those going out to scout or hunt (if they do hunt) would wear as little armor as possible, and try to wear it strategically so that it wouldn't rub against itself and make noise. This is why most Falmer we encounter in the game are wearing little except for loin cloths and kneepads.

One more idea I have for armor is a specific armor piece. On the note of guarding or protecting a camp or settlement, I imagine the noises of it all (especially with the noise based headcanons I've laid out here) would make it hard to actually catch any potential threats when you can't see. A large slightly concave piece of armor worn behind the head could block out noises from behind the wearer, as well as a help focus sounds ahead of them.

That is all! Thank you for reading! A lot of these concepts around the culture of sound I think could also be applied to their buildings and even a culture of music, but those are posts for another time.

All of the concept art I used was taken from here and all of the Skyrim screenshots are from UESP.

[canisalbus]

Why are you so drawn to canines specifically? Is it an aesthetic preference or something to do with their symbolism?

I’m fascinated by other people’s fascinations!!

It's hard to pick specific reasons, I guess I just think they're neat.

I obviously like how they look, to me they're proportionate and anatomically flexible animals with pleasing shapes. They're fun to draw. Dogs in particular have an immense level of visual variation, so many head shapes, coat colors, fur textures and body types, and you can mix and match them to your liking. Designing dog characters is wonderful because there's so many options. They're naturally expressive and people tend to have easier time reading their faces and body language than, say, that of a rabbit or a crocodile or a duck. When it comes to drawing anthro stuff, it's reasonably easy to adapt human facial expressions to fit the features of a dog in a way that seems believable and natural. Dogs can look cute, they can be friendly and goofy, but they're also armed with sharp teeth and strong jaws, and I find that contrast compelling.

And of course there's the rich dog symbolism. Humans and dogs have been together for so long, we've become practically inseparable. They're the blueprint for domestication, they predate agriculture, they were with us when we started to figure out concepts like architecture, written language, religion and various forms of art and creative expression. Humans wouldn't have developed the way they did without the help and presence of dogs, and dogs themselves wouldn't exist at all without humans. Dogs are claimed to be man's best friend, while wolves, technically the same species, are still vilified and treated as our sworn enemy in many cases. The domestic dog is an aberration of the natural canine form, a manmade creation, carefully and intently molded to fit the human way of living like a little puzzle piece. Dogs famously show unconditional love and devotion for their human packmates and most people respond with same kind of care and adoration, but it's not uncommon at all for people to treat dogs badly and view them as dirty, dumb, dangerous and disgusting, which just seems terribly thankless and cruel. I dunno, I just feel like there's a lot to think about when it comes to dogs and what their place is in the world.