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[beloveds-embrace]

(firefighters!141 x chubby reader… 👁️👁️ )

A friend of yours is a fire chief for your town’s local fire station. They ask you to help the fire station do some training drills for rescue operations. Your friend says it’s because you have acting skills, but you both silently acknowledge it probably has to do with the fact that you are chubby. Not fit, not thin, not easy to carry as evident by all the partners you’ve dated before- whatever you wanna call it.

It’s alright, you are pretty used to it. If they weren’t your friend, you would have honestly refused and saved yourself the inevitable humiliation, but alas. You are used to it, you really are.

You are introduced to Captain John Price, who holds your hand so warm and snug you have to will your blush away, but there’s nothing that can help you as he lays a big hand over your lower back and leads you to the waiting firemen. Three men, though you expected far more but John- Call me John, sweetheart. Captain is just for thos muppets- explains that they’ll be doing it in groups.

You are introduced to the three firemen (a Scot, and two Brits. Johnny, Kyle and Simon respectively. Unlike the other two, though, Simon is wearing a balaclava) and by god, you almost want to say that just for today, there is a different source of water they can use-

“Lay down here, sweetheart.” John’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, and with a blush, you scramble to obey. The good girl you receive in return might as well be the best thing you’ve even been told in your entire life and the heat between your legs agrees as well.

Though you are quickly reminded that this will probably not go so well, considering your size and everything and maybe you should just apologize and leave already-

Before you can think about leaving, Johnny steps forward with that smirk he’s had since the beginning and a glint of mischief in his eyes. He crouches down next to you, stretching his arms out. “Alright, lass,” he says with a wink, “don’t be shy now. Let’s see if I’m up for the challenge.”

Before you can even process it, he slides his arms under you and lifts you up effortlessly- still mindful of your “injury”. Your face goes bright red as he shifts you in his grip, making sure you’re comfortable and safe. He gives a low whistle as he run around with you in his arms, a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Not too bad, eh? Thought I’d be struggling, but you’re light as a feather.” His grin widens, smug, as he watches your flustered reaction. “Didn’t expect me to be so strong, did ya, lass?”

You mumble something incoherent, trying to avoid his eyes, and he laughs, his deep chuckle vibrating through his chest. When he finally sets you down, you’re left feeling a little dazed, and before you can catch your breath, Kyle steps in and helps you lay back down.

“Alright, my turn,” he says with a gentle smile, his hands warm and careful as he reaches down to lift you. His grip is steady and secure, and he holds you with a tenderness that has your heart pounding in your chest. Unlike Johnny, Kyle doesn’t say much, but he gives you soft, reassuring smiles that somehow fluster you even more to the point where you really, really just want to bury your face in his shoulder. His arms feel solid around you, and there’s an easy confidence in the way he carries you that leaves you a little breathless.

“You doing okay, doll?” he asks, his voice low and soothing, and you nod, struggling to keep from blushing harder. He catches the faintest smile on your lips and chuckles softly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary before he gently sets you back down.

Simon is next. He’s quiet as he approaches, his intense gaze flickering over you. Without a word, he slides his arms under you and lifts you in one smooth motion that leaves you drooling (in more ways than one). His hold is firm, and you can feel the strength in every part of his frame. If you weren’t playing the role of an injured, barely-conscious woman, you would honestly be begging to feel under his clothes.

He doesn’t say much as he carries you, but his steady breathing and the quiet intensity in his eyes speak volumes. You can barely hold his gaze; there’s something about his silent, stoic demeanor that sends your heart racing.

Finally, John steps up, and you realize you’re already blushing before he even touches you. Honestly? You doubt your face will return to normal anytime soon. “Alright, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his tone soft yet authoritative. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you with an ease that leaves you a little lightheaded. The warmth of his embrace and the strength in his arms make you feel small and delicate in a way that you’ve never felt before. It leaves you breathless, but in a good way. John holds you close, his breath tickling your ear as he chuckles. “Not so bad, is it?”

By the end of it, your cheeks are burning, and the four of them are all sharing knowing smirks- you can even see the slightest crinkles of Simon’s eyes.

“Well, I’d say you’ve helped these muppets passthe test alright, sweetheart.” John huffs, his voice warm and full of amusement, and the others chuckle in agreement, each of them clearly enjoying your reactions far more than you anticipated. You can barely meet any of their eyes, your heart still pounding from the attention- and the teasing glances they keep exchanging make it clear that they noticed every flustered look and blushing smile.

As you’re still catching your breath, John tilts his head, an amused smirk tugging at his lips, and continues. “Well, we’ll have to call you back soon for another round, sweetheart. Can’t let the boys get rusty.” he teases, giving you a wink.

Johnny chimes in with a grin, taking your hand and kissing your palm. “Aye, can’t let you off that easy, bonnie. We’ll need plenty more practice to make sure we’ve got it down, yeah?”

Kyle nods as well, his gaze fixed on you. Never before have you had so much attention on you, and you never realized how much you quite love it. “Wouldn’t be proper training without our favorite helper.”

Simon, ever the quiet one, just gives you a small nod, but there’s a glint of promise in his eyes that makes your stomach flip.

You can’t help but smile, feeling a warmth you didn’t expect filling your chest. “I’ll… I’ll look forward to it. I’m glad to be of help.” You manage, your cheeks still tingling from the attention.

As you turn to leave, maybe go and ask your friend what else they could need you for since you are such a gracious friend, John’s voice calls after you, low and steady. “Soon, sweetheart.” The words linger, making you wonder just how soon “soon” might really be.

You hope it’ll be soon enough. Very soon enough.

[bunbun-mochi]

Taken Care by a Dragon

Dragon Sylus x MC

Warning: fluff, mentions of menstruation, mentions of SA(Sylus thought his beloved got SAd, however no SA had happened), myth spoilers

Word Count: 1167, no proofreading

Preview: Sylus didn't understand how a human body works, let alone how a female body. One night, when he returned back to his cave, he smelled blood, fearing for his beloved safety, he quickly did what a logical person would do, treat the wound.

Note: I took inspiration from an artist, Qiao Han from REDnote.

The sun had long set. The moon shone brightly in the night sky. Some stars shine brightly while some dimmer. The cold air blows onto Sylus' face, gentle and cool. He soared in the night sky, his eyes scanning the land, hunting down anyone who dared to trespass on his property. Anyone who dared to disrupt his beloved's sleep. He flew another lap around his territory before flying back to the cave where he called home.

It used to be his prison, the very place he hated. However, now, he started to like the place, so much so that he called it his home. Although, it wasn't his idea of what a home looks like, but in his heart, wherever his beloved is, is his home.

He gracefully lands on the end of the cliff, toward the cave. The surroundings are peaceful and quiet, with only the sounds of crickets and owls in the far distance. He walked ever so quietly, not wanting to wake his beloved up.

The closer he was to the cave, the more he scowled. It was hard to detect, but it was faintly there. The smell of iron. He has been through battles and hell, he knows exactly what the smell is. Blood.

He quickly enters the cave, ready for a battle to protect his beloved. However, there is no threat. At the corner of the cave is a fireplace, lighting up the place. In the middle, lay a sleeping figure, cured up in a blanket.

Sylus walked toward the bed, eyeing his beloved, scanning for any wounds. When he found none, he walked around the cave, trying to find the source of the smell. Each time he walks around, it keep coming back to her.

Concerned, he walked over to his beloved and gently shook her awake, "What did you do?" His deep voice echoed in the cave.

His beloved stirred and mumbled incoherent words before going back to sleep. He shook her again, "What. Did you. Do?" He asked again, more stern this time.

She rubbed her eyes, "What?" Her voice sluggish from just waken up.

"I asked what did you do?"

She blinked at her lover, "I don't know. I want to sleep." She sounded slightly frustrated for being stirred awake for this. She turned around and went back to sleep.

"I smell blood on your body."

Her eyes immediately snapped open from what he said. She slowly got up and turned toward him. Then she scowled and pushed him away. The size difference between the two lovers, she barely managed to move him while she is shoved slight back, nearly hitting the pillow if her elbow didn't catch her. "You smelled wrong! And stop smelling me!" She yelled before pulling the covers over her head and flopping back to bed.

After a few moment, she heard her lover slowly step away from the bed. She stayed under the sheet, a bit guilty of what she did to him. The more she waited, the more guilty she became. She was about to flung the blanket away and ran after him to apologize when she heard a quiet clank near her.

She slowly peeked from under the blanket and saw Sylus holding bandage and an ointment on the floor, next to the bed.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Treat your wound." He said matter of factly.

She sat up immedietly, "No, no, I'm not hurt!"

Sylus narrowed his eyes at his beloved, "I can smell the blood from your lower region." Her face immediately went red. "You probably got a cut on your leg without realizing. Go back to sleep, I'll treat it."

She shook her head, "No, no, I'm not hurt. I'm sure."

Sylus didn't listen and threw the blanket across the bed. He gently grabbed her leg to inspect but she tries to stop him. "I'm serious, I'm not hurt."

Sylus still holds her leg, "Fine, at least let me inspect your body to make sure."

His beloved frantically shook her head, "No, no, please no!"

Sylus slowly let go of her leg. He kneels down, looking into her eyes, "Why won't you let me check?" Then he leans in, as if trying to pinpoint the location of the smell. It came from... between her legs.

He immediately leaned back and looked at his beloved. First, he was confused about why would the smell come from there. Then he saw red. He was angry.

Someone must have done something to her. Someone must have violated her while he was gone and she was too ashamed to tell him. His hands curled into a fist.

His beloved immediately sees the change in his behavior, and quickly tries to soothe her lover, "I'm not hurt, I promise."

"Who did this to you?" Sylus asked. His voice was deep with anger, ready to explode at any given time.

She blinked, confused, "Who did what to me?"

"Did someone hurt you while I was gone?"

She shook her head, "No, no-"

"Tell me who they are. I will rip their heads from their shoulders and place them outside the territory for all to see. Now tell me. Who. Is. It."

Fearing her lover might go out of control, she sighed, "No one came here. No one dared to come here. It's normal and I'm going to bleed for about seven more days." The more she explains, the quieter she gets.

Sylus narrowed his eyes, "You have that much blood in you that you can bleed for seven days?"

His beloved sighed deeply before explaining to him what she was experiencing, in every detail. How she is going to bleed, how the pain is, to why she would bleed.

Sylus listened to her patiently and when she was finally done, he asked, "So you're saying that you're bleeding means you're fertile?"

His beloved's face immediately turned red and slapped his arm. "I'm going back to sleep!" With a huff, she turned around, grabbed the blanket over her body, and flopped onto the bed.

She listens to the footsteps walking out of the cave. She sighed, glad that she had stopped a massacre, but sad that he had left her. However, she didn't have to be alone for long as footsteps came walking back to her. She continued to close her eyes, pretending to sleep. Then she felt something soft and heavy covering her body. She opened her eyes and saw she was covered in another layer of blanket. Behind her, she felt someone behind her, an arm wrapped around her waist.

"You did say you'll feel pain for those seven days so heat and company tend to lessen the pain. I shall do that for you." Her lover's deep voice spoke behind her.

She smiled and snuggled closer to her lover, feeling content. Her lover gently rubs her stomach, as if he is trying to soothe her pain.

"Thank you," she whispered.

A gentle kiss on the back of her head as if saying 'you're welcome' from her lover.

If anyone is curious about who the artist is, they're in REDnote, their REDnote ID is 95288235980. I did not ask if I could share their art, so I won't be posting it. Please check her out. She makes Sylus really hot.

@madam8

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[moodymisty]

Good night! I hope you are well 💖 how are you? I am a little nervous when making a request, English is not my native language and I use Google Translate to write this, sorry for any errors this message may have.

I love your writing, I love them! I always check to see if you uploaded something new, I'm very happy to be able to make a request on this occasion. If it's not too much to ask, please I would like some Sanguinius. Maybe finding out that his wife is pregnant during the turbulent times of the heresy? Or something related to him being able to feel that his partner is ovulating as mentioned in a previous post?

Thank you very much for your attention! May you have sweet dreams 🌙

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: As much as I like the idea of hawkboy and his pregnant beloved, the ladder interested me and I need to put more primarch fucking into the world, so here. Enjoy, I wrote this at like 4am so sorry if it's a bit incoherent.

Relationships: Sanguinius/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Breeding kink, Ovulating, Creampie, Size difference, Just porn without a plot

"My love,"

Sanguinius had said once his men begun to return to their duties, leaving you both alone in the room. You looked up at him confused as to why he sounded so, exasperated. The glow of the holotable illuminated your skin and his armor, the primary source of light in the room.

"What?" You looked up at him almost worried; Had you done something?

He looked down at you, his wings tucked close to his body. His armor bulks up his silhouette considerably; He seemed so massive as you looked up at him. Sometimes it is easy for you to forget how truly overwhelming he really was.

"I beg of you to think of something else, until we have a bit more time to ourselves."

Your lips parted slightly as your brow furrowed, trying to pick apart what he'd said. "Think of something else?" You mimicked, trying to think his sentence through. Sanguinius sighed and looked away for a moment.

"My love, I can smell how wet you are."

Your face changed suddenly as he spoke to you quietly but firmly.

You hadn't realized he would be able to tell, it never entered your mind. You'd been aroused and barely able to keep track of your own thoughts all day, but you had thought it just something to keep secret to yourself until it blew over.

You looked away and pursed your lips, but any attempt to press your thighs together only seemed to worsen the throbbing between your legs. Sanguinius looked down at you with an unreadable expression, before he cleared his throat.

"Go back to our quarters. I will meet you there once I can get free of this debacle." Sanguinius' fleet had run into a myriad of issues that had taken up a good portion of his time, and it seemed to be wearing on his nerves; Especially when he realized that his beloved was wanting for him.

You nodded and scurried off; To wait for your angel to come to you once he was free.

Once Sanguinius had returned to his private quarters and thus to you, the clothes you had been wearing hadn't survived the minutes after. They were nothing more than ribbons and chunks of fabric strewn about, after his strength had torn them off of you like little more than parchment to be thrown away.

But while he has to be gentle to keep your body from falling apart beneath him, this time he was far less soft than he usually was; Throwing you onto his massive bed with little fanfare and then tearing your clothes apart. You hadn't minded, if anything gasping in the shock of cool air hitting your skin before suddenly his hot skin pressed against your own, pulling you underneath him.

You heard the way he hummed approvingly as you presented yourself to him, silently begging him to get on with it. You wanted him, more than anything, and after so long of waiting you were begging like he held your life in his hands.

Face down ass up, your beloved angel ruts into you like an animal, as you hear air whistling through his feathers each time his wings shift behind him. His head lays close to your own, as close as it can given the sizable difference in height. His breath is hot against your skin as he whispers.

"My little one, you just want it all, don't you? You can't give me a moment of peace."

You can't control your own body completely, it was that time and your mind was clouded, no matter how much you tried to keep yourself on task. You just wanted him, all the time, anytime you've seem him these past few days you were silently begging he just throw you over something and fuck you with no care about the consequences.

"Do you want me to give you a child, my love?"

He hears the way you mewl and cry underneath him, nails scratching the skin on his arms to hold yourself close to him. His cock fills you to the brim, like you're always teetering on the edge of too much.

But while you were the one who spurred this one, who was desperate, Sanguinius also seems to be effected as he breathlessly mutters; His hips hitting against your ass with an audible slap every time.

"I'll fuck you every day and every night until it finally takes."

He can see on your shoulders and neck the little scars of bite marks, where you'd given yourself to him, or where he'd taken it in the fit of pleasure. He has never asked for your blood, but you always offer it to him. He has nigh untenable strength when it comes to the Red Thirst, but while he doesn't need your blood, he won't deny the satisfaction it brings him to taste you.

You writhe and mewl underneath him, whispering his name over and over again. His cock brushes against the deeps parts inside of you, stretching you in the way only he can as you beg for more more more.

"Sanguinius, please,"

He feels you tighten around him, body so hot and wound that it doesn't take long to push you over the edge. You hear his deep breaths in your ear, feel his hair against your skin as he covers you. Your whole world is almost entirely in his shadow, from both his body and his wings.

"You will be the perfect mother," He utters through his groan, feeling himself teetering just on the verge. You hear him hiss through his teeth as he finally finishes inside of you, his hot skin pressing against your own. One of his hands grips your hip tight and keeps you close to him, until he finally stops throbbing inside of you.

When he slowly pulls out, it's hard not to whine from the empty feeling, as well as the distinct feeling of his own cum slipping down your already slick thighs.

Now able to reach your face without such an awkward angle Sanguinius leans down to kiss your neck just below your ear, feeling the soft skin and your blood pulsing just underneath.

"I need to be back to my sons, they will surely be wondering where I am already."

He laments leaving you like this, tired and well fucked, but he already took more time to himself that he was allowed in this busy time. His legion had been coming across issue after issue that required his attention, and while he takes solace in the moment he just stole with you, he needs to return to his legion.

"I'll see you again once I'm cleaned up," You say, looking up at him with soft eyes and flushed skin. Sanguinius laughs.

"I'm almost tempted to say no; The last time you came to see me, we ended up here." You smile at him and laugh, having turned over onto your back underneath him.

Sanguinius leans down and presses his lips against the soft skin beneath your ear again, gently sucking and kissing before scraping his teeth against it. You mewl, hands wrapping in his hair as your thighs unconsciously part for him. You want more, he's already made your body start to yearn for him all over again with just a simple touch.

"I'll be finished with this all soon, and then I promise you my full attention, my love. I will make true on my earlier words."

[sunny-mercya]

Feverish Dance

Edmund Pevensie x Male Reader

Masterlist

On your voyage to find Aslan again and help Caspian dethroning his Uncle and bringing peace to Narnia—freeing the land from Miraz clutches—you had come across an abandoned Castle. By the looks of the size from it, it probably has once belonged to an Earl or Duke. Now for the time being, how ever long this will be and take. this would be your new provisional home.

Susan, Lucy and you ventured through another section of the castle. Long empty hallways and corridors, forgotten and dusty. Most of the rooms had been barricaded or locked, making it hard to find a open one—a one for use.

When sunset had begun every so slowly, dunking the lands with an orange hue—kissing it good night—you three had found another room, which was unlocked. A ballroom, a grand one—where all dreams of the nights could come true—once a magnificent place, but now filled with cobwebs lingering over the furniture with it's muddy, decaying and damp spots. Signs of being not used over the centuries, decades perhaps even.

«Imagine all the grand grandiose banquets which had been held in here!» mused Lucy with excitement out, skipping further into room and touching one of the silk like robes—now shredded with holes in it by moths—and swings it around with a twirl.

«Don't touch too much in here Lu, you might could get sick.»

«Oh Susan, where would all the fun be, when we don't and risk a bit,»

You snickered a bit at Lucy's reply. Deciding to explore the room like her too. You had to agree with Lucy, this ballroom here had probably witness a endless festival night after night, when the castle—perhaps even the years itself—had been in its glory.

~~~

The last bit of Sun-rays peeked through the cloud filled sky, through the windows and into the room. The natural light was still enough to see without any extra light source, though Susan had already begun to lit up some torches.

Despite your excitement, your adventurous rush of curiosity you had—while rummaging through the chests and the mostly covered furniture, getting more than once off track distracted by Lucy—who started at one point to play pretend, telling possible stories of how festive the nights in here could've been—you felt a constant pull of exhaustion tugging at your body.

Like a demanding child the exhaustion keeps tugging at you and bringing your body into a sluggish waving. Feeling heavy with muscles aching, ready to take a nap everywhere and anywhere even when it would be on the hard ground.

A lingering feeling, one of the kinds you couldn't describe, deep down in the core—the far back—of your body and mind, like a minimal headache—which pounds on your skull as if it was a door and till it feels like your skull would crack apart, splitting into two like bread but with crunch to it.

Lucy watches you with concern, once you stopped in your tracks with whatever you were about to do. Standing completely still like a statue, looking off into empty spaces.

Your complexion, perhaps it was because of the torchlights flickering flames and the last few sun ray's, looked more pale—ashen even—than it should be. The way you rubbed over your face, digging the palms of your hands into your eyes, were clear signs for Lucy that you weren't feeling all that well at all.

«Are you feeling alright [Name]?�� Lucy asked with concern, a bit hesitantly. She didn't got a answer right away, not verbal at least. Susan gave her sister a questionable eyebrow raise, not sure herself if she would wait the situation out or get Edmund—preferable, since the two of you has a close connection—and the others.

«I'm fine, Luce. Just a bit of a headache» you mumbled it more, incoherently, than you intended to, but your mouth and tongue felt like cotton.

A groan left your lips, dry they felt now and no amount of licking over them would help it. Goosebumps racked through your body, tingling your spine, as flashes of cold and warmth at the same came over you.

«You should sit down [Nickname],» Lucy feared it might have been the small wound, which you have acquired on the way, being infected now. Though the last time they checked over it, mere hours ago at the crack of dawn, it seemed nothing to worrisome. Trying to persuade you to sit down, to take a break.

Lucy couldn't comprehend the next minutes within. Standing there and the next you twirled and spun her through the room.

«Do you hear this Lucy?»

«No? What do you hear?»

«The music! Oh, Lucy! Those wonderful music, I haven't heard in so long!»

Your eyes brimmed with tears, laughing carefree, having longed to hear such wonderful music and brought your heart into a joyful burst.

Ever since the start of the War, ever since Great Britain is been targeted of German bombing, you weren't able to listen to the music—from a long forgotten decades—you loved so much in so long and at all. A rarity it had been.

Missed to dance to it, as your practices had been cut short to the bare minimum, twirling through the room like there was no tomorrow, to their fast—sometimes slow—uplifting, joyfully—romanticisation, theatrical and deeply sorrow filled—sonority.

Oh, this was Mozart's Alla Turca. Offenbachs Overture to Orpheus next and then, Tchaikovskys Trépak.

You loved them all, loved every single piece.

~~~

When Susan had come to get him, telling him that you weren't feeling well, Edmund hadn't expected it to be like this. He once had read, in one of the history books out of boredom, about the Dance Plague from 1518 and somehow this reminds Edmund of you—your current doing as if you had this ominous mysterious plague caught yourself.

Edmund saw you dance more than once. He knew every single steps of the waltzes and choreographies you had done, had went to every practices, recitals and performance you did. Had been your partner for these every so often.

There were only a few, handful of people—Edmund being one of them—which could keep up with your fast-spacing dashing of dancing—like a lightning you could and would twirl around, jumping high like stars in the night sky and being a hurricane like storm and yet, so gentle and delicately at the same time—and catching you seemed a impossible task.

You had letting go of Lucy, who felt nauseous from so much dancing—even though she loved it as much as you—long ago and she watches you with still presenting amaze, even though she too had been to your practices more than once.

«Ed! Ed! Come and dance with me! Brahms Hungarian Dance had always been one of my favourite» you had taken hold of your boyfriends hands, waltzing with him through the room and getting faster with the passing seconds.

Perhaps you were getting sick, having catch a possible flu. Perhaps it is the nervousness and stress or perhaps, you finally have lost your mind all at once—like one of your distant aunts.

But the music is so wonderful and magnificent. You couldn't stop, wouldn't, even when your muscles were aching so painful and burning like fire.

To dance was like the blood in your veins. Needed to make your body function, to keep you alive.

Then, the above, seemed to tip and darkness crashed over you.

~~~

Edmund daps the sweat from you forehead, keeping your face cool with a cold dunked cloths. A high fever you had, making you squirming uncomfortable on the bed.

In your moments of being wake, you mumbled incoherently gibberish, smiling and telling Edmund about moon and stars before dozing off again.

A relief it was that your wound didn't infected itself, as far as they could tell. So you being current bedridden with a fever was indeed, probably, because of nothing but stress.

Funny, just—in sense of earth time, since Narnia's time goes and pass differently—hours ago you had treated one of Edmunds scraps, which he had gotten during his and Peter's small fight with others boys and now it was him to take care of you.

A groan came over your lips, turning more onto your side, bleary open your eyes and glancing at Edmund.

«Tea Time........noon......Tchaikovsky....»

«Sure love, after some naps»

«....with em...?»

«If you want,»

Edmund laid next to you on the bed, taking you in his arms. For someone with a high fever, you felt icy cold. He pulls you even closer, humming a bit of a tune—one of the nursery ones—hand racking through your hair, ever so softly—like you would do to him, when he has one of his anger bursting days—when you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

«When you feel better,» a kiss to the crown of your hair he gives you,

«we could dance one of those waltzes you like so much, just you and me love» Edmund gave you another kiss, this time on the lips. Closing his eyes and slowly he too, drifts into the world of dreams.

~~~

«Ed's soo smitten with [Nickname], I told you he has a soft spot» snickers Lucy—leaving the part "for him" out and keeping it for herself—quietly closing the door and walking away.

«Luce, they're both are.» corrects Peter, walking with her.

[pepsiv4l]

OH MY ANGEL

Dom!chris and sweetheart!reader

Summary: Chris is insanely in love with you. Story on Chris taking care of you and expressing his love towards you. He’d do anything for his cute, sweet angel <3

“Oh my angel, come back to me and I will love you ‘Til eternity”

You had just gotten back from work, your back hitting the bed as Chris walks in. Wearing a black tank top and baggy jeans. He looks at you up and down before speaking. “Looking beautiful today, as per usual hm”

You let out a soft giggle “yeah?“ you say as he steps closer to you, laying beside you in bed and wrapping his arms around your waist “I love you, sweetheart”.

You smile as you put your jewelry on “you want something. Don’t you?” Chris shakes his head as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. He mumbles something incoherently. “Are you tired baby?” You ask him. He nods softly, he whines.

“let’s get you to bed, alright? You slowly push him onto the bed, taking his shoes off for him. “Stay with me..” Chris’s arms reach out to you. You let out a soft sigh and lay beside him, his arm immediately going around his waist and pulling your body against his.

The next day, Chris had so many things planned out for you and him. There was nothing special going on today so you were very much confused.

“Morning my love.. you sleep well?” You hear him call out as your eyes flutter open. The morning sunshine lightening up the room. “Good morning baby..” you mumble back, getting up and putting on your day clothes, then going to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

“outfit looking good, love. We got plans tonight” you look up at him, confused. “yeah?” He nods.

Later that night, when it was finally dark out, Chris blindfolded you and dragged you to the car. Wanting everything to go just as planned and be the most perfect surprise date ever.

Once y’all arrive at the location Chris helps you out the car. Holding your hand, the bright stars and street lights being the only source of light. He then sets you down onto a bench. Slowly taking your blindfold off.

You blink.. a table in front of you with all of your favorite foods, a bouquet of flowers, specifically (your fav flower) as well as a medium sized box. “Oh, baby.. you shouldn’t have” You whisper softly. Your eyes well up with tears of happiness and admiration.

“Y/n I just want you to know how much I love and adore you.. and I love showing it to you cuz you’re my sweet, beautiful angel.” Chris looks at you will those innocent eyes.

You lean in for a kiss, sharing a special moment with Chris. “I love you too baby, so much more than you think I do.” He smiles as he pulls you onto his lap, picking up a Pepsi can and bringing it to his lips.

“Love you more than Pepsi” you guys both chuckle at his comment. Resting your head on his chest as you eat some of the cheese cake he brought. “You know me too well” you mumble, crumbs all over your lips and your mouth full with cake.

Chris chuckles. “You’re such a messy eater, but I wouldn’t trade that for that world.” He softly wipes the crumbs off yours lips with his thumb. Placing his hand on your thigh afterwards as you both eat.

Just when you thought the night was over, you both were wrapping up the left over food.. that is until Chris got on one knee. You didn’t over think it, thinking he was just tying his shoe. But then…

Chris pulled out a small velvet box out of his pocket. Looking up at you with the same eyes as he opens the box. A ring with a shiny diamond in the middle.

“Y/n, these past years of knowing you and you being my girlfriend, I have realized I’ll never love someone more than you. That is why today I ask you a very important question. Will you marry me, y/n?”

Your eyes widen in shock. It took you a couple to process what was happening right now. “Oh- oh my goodness… yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes!”

Chris tears up as you accept him into marriage. Picking the ring up and sliding it into your ring finger. “till death do us apart..?” He says as he places his hands on your waist. You nod, a smile forming on lips.

And that night, you both realize how much you guys love each other and how inseparable you two really are.

A/N:like or comment if you’d like a part 2, the planning of the wedding and a part 3 which is the actual wedding! Hope you guys like this one<3

[limbobilbo]

SCP 2023-J

Name: the shed

Class: Keter

Containment procedures: It is currently unreasonable to attempt traditional containment of SCP 2023-J, due to it's interdimensional nature and geographic shifts however the foundation has cooperated with the GOC and national government entities to establish programmes that encourage single mothers to surrender their children to adoption or (re-)marry, to reduce the number of potential incidents, the ethics committee has ruled that due to their unique vulnerability to SCP-2023-J Single mothers may not serve in MTF units and must live on site with their offspring at the cradle a site specifically designed to allow single mothers to raise their families whilst maintaining productivity, located in [REDACTED] , 10 miles north of [REDACTED], [REDACTED], a city in the north west of [REDACTED]. Should the spouse of a female MTF member with children die, the MTF member in question must be transferred over to the cradle with their family as soon as possible, to mitigate the risk of a manifestation of SCP 2023-J.

Description: Accounts of the exact appearance of SCP-2023-J vary, but it's invariably described as a simple north American style wooden shed that resides as the sole shelter in miles within a secluded area, SCP 2023-J appears to be intelligent, though this may be due to the influence of SCP 2023-J/1 manifesting only in specific scenarios to lure It's victims. SCP 2023/J appears exclusively to single mothers, often those with multiple children and no permanent address or employment, it has been theorised that SCP-2023-J or possibly SCP 2023-J/1 utilities probability manipulation or some form of psychic mind manipulation to influence the social circumstances of it's victims so they will become sesciptible to it, however due to no operatives being able to maintain contact beyond stage three of the manifestation, these suppositions are purley speculative.

SCP-2023-J manifests to its victims and their families whilst they are isolated, often generating an anomalous blizzard to drive away witnesses and force the family to take shelter. in this stage one form it is described as inviting, with a robust structure and welcoming genial air. Some operatives have described seeing light with an unknown source emanating from windows in this stage, researcher [REDACTED] has drawn comparisons to the hunting tactics of the angler fish.

Once the family has entered SCP 2023-J transitions from stage one to stage two, an anomalous blizzard will generate if it did not during stage one, If the blizzard was already present during stage one, it will increase in intensity and area, preventing escape. The form of the shed Will drastically shift making it incompatible with its exterior in size, layout, and state. The area is dalapidated, with windows and damage to the structure exposing the family to the elements, in some instances there is a disused fireplace and broken furniture present in the room at this point. any cold weather gear or improvised barriers will prove ineffective and any heat sources bought in by the family will not function, once the snow enters the occupants' mental state will deteriorate to a form of maina were they will scream, cry, and yell incoherently. In rare instances SCP 2023-J will de-manifest at this stage, potentially as an act of defiance against SCP 2023-J/1.

If it remains SCP 2023-J will transition to its third stage, commencing with the manifestation of SCP 2023-J/1 a disembodied hand of varying size, skin tone, and nail state. The occupants will develop a cult mentality around SCP 2023-J/1, viewing it as their saviour and beseeching it for aid, it will provide said aid twice before apparently sabotaging its own efforts, manifesting the requirements from no apparent source. This sabotage will cause the family to re-enter the mania state, shortly after which SCP 2023-J will vanish, Leaving behind a dimensional portal to any number of dimensions, collectively described as SCP 2023-J/2

Investigation of any of the dimensions in capsulated under SCP 2023-J/2 has shown they have no apparent connections to either SCP 2023-J or each other, save the local's proclivity to advertise the exchange of operatives' personal funds for unusual "rare" items, the purposes of which are unclear.

None of the families captured in SCP 2023-J have ever been found, they are treated as deceased.

Found it from the comments of one of the death cabin ads, not mine.

mobile games taught me that women are always freezing in cold houses

[kat-holden]

Inward

Have you ever wondered my dear, what the inner world of someone looks like? The innermost sanctum of their soul. The place where they keep all of their demons? Aren’t we all such a vast universe of wild thoughts, burning desires and crippling fear that we keep locked up in fragile cages? Take a deep breath and try not to scream, for my inner world is quiet and your voice will echo and reverberate in me long after you leave. Ready? Take my hand, I would say “Welcome” but it doesn’t seem appropriate, for the place I am taking you is not welcoming. 

I produced a large key that fitted the old rusty lock. From the disembodied door, I could already smell the telling odour of rotting wood and decay. A tentative step forward, as my barefoot made a splash on the floor. The vast darkness threatened to swallow me and I worried that the inky water was not as shallow. The lock clicked and the old door opened. More darkness and a hallway. As if on cue my old childhood fear of the dark resurfaced and instinctively I tried to hum a familiar tune. It was as ineffective as when I tried it when I was five, but my parents insisted it would help. I gave that up and did what I always do when coughed in the dark – frantically searching for a light switch on the side of the door. Bleak white light flooded the corridor and seconds after the light bulb blinked a few times and a familiar smell of burned wires hit my nose. It was no use. 

The only light source came from the inside of the apartment. I took a deep breath and ran for dear life until I reached another rot-eaten door. Light came from underneath it. My hand rested on the brass door knob. I turned it but it rattled and fell off in my hand. I felt waves of dread wafting over me. The hallway was falling apart. In some places, the yellowing wallpaper hung in strings moving carefree in a light breeze that came through the cracks in the wall. Drip, drip, drip. The ceiling had some wet patches that swelled and produced drops that slowly formed and fell on the wooden floor. In the cracks of the boards small puddles of black liquid collected, forming inky puddles. If I stared long enough I could swear they were moving out of their own will. In the places where the wallpaper was completely stripped, I could see the bricks. The doorknob fell on the floor making a loud noise, rolled in one of the puddles and made a quiet sizzling sound melting faster than it should have. I only barely registered this for my eyes were wide and staring at the hole that formed before them. As if pulling diseased teeth, bricks separated with a quiet crack and flew into the gaping nothingness.

I took one step forward and gazed into the open space looming on the other side. Millions of stars swirled madly in an incoherent vortex of debris, bricks and dust. Frozen in awe a realization slowly formed in my mind. “If I don’t move, I will be swallowed up as well.” I put a hand on the wall to steady myself. Upon my touch the wall disintegrated. Another palm-sized hole formed and I saw the dust drift into the nether. Quickly shuffling back to the door I closed the shabby piece of wood, hoping it would hold against whatever was happening behind it. 

The only light source was a dirty night light placed on the bare floor. Here and there crooked photographs hang. Some of them swung, threatening to fall any moment. A step, and another. Dust piled in the corners and dust bunnies rolled as I dragged my feet through the room. I squinted at the black-and-white photos and tried to recognize the faces on them. Frame after frame was filled with familiar places and people, however, time slowly ate at them leaving them difficult to pinpoint. As I walked along the walls I noticed that some of the photographs were not destroyed by time, but rather someone’s hand. Eyes and faces were stabbed and scratched with pins or needles. In others, whole people were crudely cut out. 

No windows, so the photographs covered all four walls floor to ceiling suffocating anyone standing in it. In between the framed photographs naked cables made a menacing sizzle and crackle and small sparks came out. A silver glint caught my eye and I turned only to face a large mirror. The frame was elaborately crafted. It looked so out of place among the decay that gripped the whole place. Peering closer the strange mirror reflected my surroundings I was standing in, however, the room looked, well it looked better. As if people lived in it.

For one there was furniture and although not new, it looked well-loved and used. Shadows of people walked behind me going around their day, hugging and kissing goodbye. Their pace seemed off, as if I was watching a silent movie - their movements fast and almost comic. I turned around but the room was empty. A few more steps. Shivers went down my spine as my own reflection seemed frozen, not moving when I did. Curiosity got the better of me and soon my face was inches away from the mirror. 

Terror gripped me as the mirror image moved closer too. A disfigured face grinned at me. Thousands of twisted eyes blinked at me. Crooked, blind, bleeding. A milky film covered all but two. And that dreadful mouth stretching from year to year. As if against my will I put a hand on the flat surface and the monstrosity did the same. Missing nails and painful wooden splinters littered the creature’s hand leaving blood spots as it dragged it to reach mine. I came to my senses and tried to pull back but it was too late. The thing on the other side entwined its fingers with mine just like lovers do but far more sinister. 

It didn’t speak. It didn’t need to. Screams came from all around me. The yellowing photographs came to life and their screams and cries flooded my mind. Hands and faces tried to break through the glass encasing on the walls. Thousands of voices begged and bargained. 

“Please come back.”

“Don’t leave, please, please, please.”

“Text me back okay?”

“Don’t forget about me again.”

“You always run away, just stay this time.”

“No! You can’t!”

“Do you promise? No more of this please.”

“Where are you? Where are you? Where…”

Too late did I realize that I was on my knees begging for the noise to stop. My hand was still held by the mirror creature. It now towered over me. Teary eyed I looked up and begged. “Please, stop. No more of this.” Its mouth moved but no sound came out just an inaudible whisper. Its hand gripped mine stronger, crushing it. “Please! Stop!” As if in slow motion it knelt to my level, face inches away from my ear. And I heard my weak plea repeated back in a sinister whisper. “Please, stop. No more of this.” It breathed in. “Please! Stop!”

I heard bones breaking and sharp pain stung my hand. Everything began to fade as I realized that my hand was being crushed to a pulp. Two people screaming in unison was the last thing I heard before I blacked out. 

Wet splashes lapped at my hair. The pain in my hand had reduced to a constant dull throb. Crooked fingers and bones prodding through the skin were what was left of it. I used my left hand to prop myself up and held the broken one close to my chest. The room was filling up with inky water. It poured from the gaps that had opened in the bricks. I ran for the door and my heart sank as I realized I couldn’t open it. The water was up to my knees while I tried to turn the knob. It was no use. It constantly slipped out of my hands. Water was up to my waist. I banged my good hand against the door screaming for someone to open it. Now up to my chest threatening to swallow me the water wrapped me. I was on my tiptoes trying to keep my head above it. The moment it reached my chin I knew there was no way out. I let go and as I sank I curled in a ball hugging my knees close to my chest. I could swear the water was too deep for me to be falling to the floor of the room for so long. I risked opening my eyes and found myself floating getting ever closer to the monstrous vortex of stars and ruin. 

I could see pieces of frame and glass floating around me slowly turning into dust. Photographs from my past, bricks and yellowing wallpaper mixed with shards of mirror and wood swirled around. My sad life passed me by as if time stopped while I followed the debris into the gaping nothingness. Still holding my knees to my chest - a scared child having a nightmare and all I could do was whisper under my breath “Wake up. Wake up. Please, oh please, wake up.”

Are we not an old decaying room in a house that’s falling apart? Eyes blind to the future; as blind as broken windows on an abandoned building. We were once full of hope but now people pass us by and wonder what did we look like when we were alive? And inside we are a whirlwind of memories and regrets. An endless dark corridor full of forgotten doors. Each holding a monster we wish never existed. We lock our demons away, dust the floors and wait for someone to find the key. And we wait, and we wait, and we wait.

Let’s leave my mind in its never-ending cycle of death and rebirth and hope to never visit again.

[sdmr123]

According to SDMR International, Incoherent Light Sources research report covers the data which is helpful for key players market overview, market opportunities, market risk, market driving force, technological advancement, distributors, traders, dealers, research findings. The report provide predic

[truetogaia]

come awnnn ya'll knew I had to write a longer one..

pairing: fiancé!miguel o'hara x fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+

synopsis: Miguel wakes up to a... hard... problem, one only you can help solve..

warnings: just pure smut with a lil plot, p in v, unprotected sex, depictions, mature n explicit themes, no pull out sorry lolz, size kink, morning sex, vulgar language, breeding kink,

word count: 950!

requests: open !

NOT PROOFREAD! I Miguel masterlist

His buff arms crept around your middle, wrapping securely around you as your head rested on his broad chest. Mornings like these were rare, ones where you could just relish in the loving embrace of your boyfriend, and soon to be husband. The newly acquired ring weighed heavy on your finger as you reached a hand up to tuck some loose hair behind his ear. The material of it shimmered in the gentle light of the setting sun, casting reflections onto a white wall just in front of you. 

The gentle rise and fall of his chest, synced with his breaths, lulled you into a state of drowsiness. He had been asleep for quite a while now. You glanced at the clock on his wrist, careful not to move too much despite the tight hold he had on you. It was exactly 8:43. And as if he could sense it, he began stirring, throwing you on the floor in the process. You landed on the wooden floor with a loud thud, wincing as your tailbone took the hit. 

Miguel shot up, looking around frantically for the source of the sound. His gaze landed on you, sprawled out on the floor as you tried to process what had just happened. A soft chuckle left your lips, which soon turned into a fit of giggles. Your fiance looked at you with a puzzled expression, one eyebrow quirked in response to your strange antics. 

“What are you doing?” His deep, raspy morning voice sent a slight shiver up your spine, making you abruptly stop your giggling. 

“Well, you woke up and I… found myself down here..” You said, smiling sweetly at him. He began removing the blanket from his body to get up, stopping suddenly as he realized. You peeked up at him, wondering why he had suddenly frozen. 

“Hey, sweets, I've got a little problem, fear I'm gonna need your help..” You hummed, getting up as you rubbed your tailbone slightly. It stung, but it was bearable. Your eyes finally landed on said problem, raising your eyebrows slightly at his huge bulge. 

“Morning boner? Really? At your grown age?” You teased, earning a light scoff from the man. He narrowed his eyes at you, before shooting up to catch you in a hug before pulling you down with him towards the messy bed.

“Come on, you love me.. So help me out, yeah?” You giggled, nodding as you gently pulled away from his embrace. Your legs straddled his hips, struggling to wrap all the way around due to the difference in size.. And muscle. 

-

Now he had his large, rough hand planted on your love handles, pressing your soft hips down onto him with ease. His cock pumped in and out of you at a pace which had you blabbering incoherent nonsense, body slumping forward to rest against his chest. Miguel tried his best to stay as quiet as he could to relish in your sounds, but the way you were squeezing his cock just right sidetracked him. 

Soft moans spilled from your plump, kiss-swollen lips as his own attached to the sensitive skin of your neck. He placed gentle, sloppy kisses along the curve of it, paying extra attention to your sensitive areas as if it would drown out the blissful pleasure of his length dragging in and out of your squelching heat. 

Your hands tirelessly gripped at his larger forearms, nails digging into the skin in sync with his relentless thrusts. You were still sat atop him, legs aching from the stretch the width of his brawny hips offered.

“There sweetheart.. I thought I was the one.. who- fuck.. who was supposed to receive help.” He tutted, voice deep and dripping with.. adoration? love? lust? All of the above? He didn’t really know what to feel, all he knew was that he loved the feeling of his soon-to-be wife’s smaller body enveloping his.

“Y..yeah.. you’re just.. too big, couldn’t move properly..” You said between broken moans. He chuckled, gently grabbing your arms, hands sliding down your forearms to hold your hands. He leaned forward, catching your lips in a lazy kiss. 

“Fuck.. can’t wait to marry you.. To have a family” he muttered in between sloppy kisses, tongue dancing with yours as he fucked into you from below. 

“Mhmn.. Y’know, some people create families before they get married..” Your soft voice felt like clouds in his ears, and his hands found their place on your hips again, a groan escaping his mouth at your words. 

“Yeah? You wanna have kids now? Want me to fill you?” He smirked as you nodded desperately, feeling your hot cunt clamp down on him and throb around him. “may as well give you what you want, no? Early wedding gift..” His hips stuttered, cock twitching inside of you as you ran your hands down his chest, mouth agape. With one final thrust, he came deep inside your womb, painting your gummy walls white as you spasmed on top of him, reaching your own high. 

“There we go, now we wait” His voice was raspy as you laid on his chest, catching your breath. He smoothed a hand down your spine, resting it in the small of your back. You giggled lightly, the bedroom now filled with the smell of sex.

“Come on, let's take a shower, we stink!” You said, grabbing his hand to pull him with you. You smiled as you got up, hissing slightly from the ache in your legs. You heard a chuckle erupt from your fiance's mouth, turning around to scold him. “You owe me big time, mister.”

“Is a baby not enough?”

[rainydaygt]

Leo’s grounded.

A little silly g/t tmnt drabble with a size that i usually avoid at all costs. I’ve been real big on the game Grounded lately so on my day off of my new job I created this lil piece. (also im too lazy to proof read/edit it so hakdhcjd)

“Uugh…”

Since when was Leo’s bed so cold–and hard? He lifted his cheek away from the uninviting surface and blinked himself awake. Wait– that couldn’t be right. Leo rubbed his eyes vigorously and shook himself, looking around once more. The sights before him were some that he would never forget. For a moment he thought he must still be dreaming–but that hope was quickly crushed as the memories all flooded back to him.

He was in Donnie’s lab, messing with things he wasn’t supposed to, lifting up cloths he really shouldn’t be, texting Mikey about objects he was calling dibs on. There was a weird-lookin’ laser–thingy hanging from the ceiling that he had to climb onto a platform that raised up to his neck to reach. A large piece of paper that said “DO NOT TOUCH” was taped against the side. So, naturally, Leo pulled out his phone and started to record himself touching it.

His phone-! Leo jerked his gaze around, only to have his heart sink when he saw it several inches away, a hundred times bigger than before. The ‘laser’ had actually been a very sensitive-to-touch shrink ray. He was starting to realize what the -(100x) had meant in white letters on the laser. His surroundings were oddly scenic. He could see every particle of dust as it caught the light, the far wall was so far that it blurred. There were purple and grey and black gadgets lining the walls, some of which he could make out, and some he couldn’t. He looked down at the surface he rested on, lips parting with a soft gasp as he noticed every little scratch and nick in the metal. Donnie would have a fit if he knew how scratched up his table–DONNIE!! His phone. Leo scrambled to his feet, ignoring how weirdly sore his body was, and ran towards his phone. He hoped that it would register his touch even at a little less than an inch tall. The phone, which he previously had thought was very thin, came up to his shoulders. He threw his arms over the side of it and hoisted himself up.

“Aw, dammit.”

There was a brand new crack that traveled across the entire screen, it branched out so that most of the screen was covered. It must have landed perfectly on the top left corner-where the cracks seemed to originate from. Luckily, the phone was still recording and the front camera seemed intact. Leo tiptoed around and over the cracks over the warm surface and knelt next to the camera, leaning his face over it.

“DONNIE, your stupid machine just shrunk me, you’ve gotta come and fix this!! I DON’T WANNA BE TINYYyYYy,”

Leo finished up his little dramatic act and ran back over to the other end of the screen to stop the recording. He jumped on the red button… and nothing happened. “Wha-?” He jumped up and down a couple more times, and still nothing happened. Shit!. He was reaaaally starting to miss apple’s home buttons right about now. He’d just have to wait until someone came in and saw the– BOOM.

Leo gasped, his head whipping around to the source of the noise– the door. Quickly, he scrambled off his phone as the purple and green figure of his twin brother came closer and closer. He threw himself behind the top of the device so that he wouldn’t be seen. He wasn’t ready. Donnie was fucking huge, and now he really could run laps around his forehead. It wasn’t a joke anymore. Well, maybe it was…being tiny was kind of hilarious. It would be hilarious in a couple minutes, anyway, when his heart wasn’t pounding at a million miles an hour. He was beginning to understand why Jack chopped down the beanstalk-this shit was terrifying.

He could hear Donnie bustling about the lab, muttering things under his breath. What was really weird was that Leo could make out every word. Usually when Donnie did this, it was just incoherent miff-maffs that nobody could understand; but now he could hear, “Right, I’m going to have to rearrange those files in a moment and sort them by color hex rather than in alphabetical order. It’s becoming too frustrating… yes… and the.. What?” The voice stopped at its loudest. The last word was no longer a mumble, and it shook Leo to his very core. It felt like his bones were vibrating. A thump sounded behind him and he heart the bi-doop! of his phone as it stopped recording. Ohmigosh it was actually happening. Okay, Leo. Just calm down. Donnie will find a way to fix this. He’s not gonna see you, you’re still hiding, you’re fine.

“Do not touch?”

Leo slapped his hands over his ears, biting his lip to suppress a pained yell. His voice was coming through his phone as Donnie played back the recording. He remembered the moments before his demise clearly now, as they played back to him in real time.

“Oh-ho-hoo, don’t think you’re gonna trick me with that one, ol’ Don!”

He recalled pausing to point his finger slowly closer to the laser.

“Watch.. as I lay a finger on this priceless artifact.. thus breaking laws of the do not touch sign… and better yet, messing with Donnie’s–AAGH—”

He scrunched up his face as he heard the sound of the laser firing, remembering the searing, burning hot pain that flooded his nerves. Loud clattering noises-probably when his phone fell and shattered- made Leo flinch and squeeze his hands tighter against his ears. Damn, why did everything have to be a hundred times bigger AND a hundred times louder? His brother must have skipped ahead, because the next moment he heard himself faintly complaining about being tiny accompanied by a gasp overhead.

The little turtle stood, but stayed crouching, so he could peek over the side of his tragically broken phone. Donnie was looking around the platform frantically, but oddly enough, there wasn’t a hint of annoyance on his face, only worry and panic. The panicked gaze fell back on the phone and Leo ducked back down once again, shaking. The next moment, his shelter is lifted into the air and he is left out in the open, sitting on his knees and hugging himself. Don’s eyes flickered around where the phone had been before they fixated on Leo’s small form. He shrank-ha!- under the gaze with a shudder. ‘Holy shit. Ohmigosh. He’s looking right at me, he oh so definitely sees me.’

The purple and green face filled his vision and Leo felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs. It was surreal, and terrifying. If he thought it was scary being tiny before, it was definitely scary NOW. The expression of worry and panic was replaced by an all-too-familiar look of annoyance. His sharpie brows furrowed angrily and he sighed. The sigh sent a current of foul air over Leo and he coughed, waving his hand over his face to try and get rid of it.

“Dammit, Nardo.”

His hands were once again thrown against the sides of his head as his very bones were rattled by the voice. Donnie didn’t seem to notice–or he just didn’t care–because the next second a shadow fell over him as a GIANT FUCKING FINGER came slowly closer. Leo somehow felt infinitely smaller and he stood, stumbling backwards several paces.

“DON—WOAH, HEY-”

It was no use, he realized. If his twin wanted to hurt him, he would be able to do it with ease; plus, he wouldn’t be moving his hand closer as slowly and carefully as he was currently. The finger rested upside-down, directly in front of him on the metal table. Laying flat like this, his finger was just shy of being as tall as the edge of his plastron. Leon looked at Donnie’s hand with a lost expression. What was he supposed to do? He reached his arm over the top of the finger, placing his ever-tiny hand onto it. The warmth of the finger washed over him and caused him to shudder from the sudden temperature change. When he looked back up at his brother’s face, there was a new sparkle in his eyes. The annoyance had turned into awe. He wasn’t the only one in a state of wonder at the experience. Down here, it felt like he was apart of an entirely new world. There were so many little details that he hadn’t noticed-or even been able to notice-until now. Liiike how a second hand was approaching from behind, moving in a sort of ushering motion, like he was trying to get Leo to- ah.

“C’mon, Leon. Hop up so I can get you back to normal again so that I may KILL you for what you’ve done.”

He scoffed, placing a hand dramatically over his forehead.

“How COULD you, in my weakened state? It was YOUR machine that made me tiny in the first place!! It’s not l-”

He was stunned into silence as Donnie barked a laugh which once again rattled his core. He stared at the bigger, but still YOUNGER, twin with an offended look on his face. Was he laughing at his demise?! The laughter soon subsided and the hand behind him was moved to wipe away an amused tear.

“N-Nardo, I cannot understand your miniscule squeaking. Now, get on already, don’t you want to be normal again?”

Leon harrumphed. He did NOT miniscule-ly squeak. He gulped, pushing down on Donnie’s finger with both hands to help himself climb onto the finger pad. The other hand returned once more, this time being cupped underneath the finger he knelt on. It felt really weird. He could literally feel the fingerprint below him, and he even reached down to trace his finger along the lines. A soft ‘woah..’ was muttered, and at the same time Don also muttered the same thing. Ha! And he denied being Leo’s twin.

“Alright,” Leo starts, knowing full well his brother couldn’t hear him, “take me to be big again, my noble steed!”

[wizkiddx]

i just had the cutest idea at least in my head and would LOVE if u could do a blurb? where tom is trying to measure your ring size to propose while your asleep, but then you wake up and catch him.

this is v v cute! I hope this is what u want, sorry if it didn't translate I found it a bit tricky aha

summary: tom gets caught preparing for a very big moment

warnings: v small reference to smut

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Sleep always had been, and always will be, an important thing in your life. Naturally then, any source of interruption, was met with some….some hostility. Maybe it was your annoying flatmates as a student, who insisted on playing the worst drum and bass till 4 am every night; maybe your neighbours car alarm, which seemed to be set off by the lightest gust of wind; or maybe your loving- if slightly infuriating -boyfriend.

Tom had just got back from a trip abroad and you’d had a quiet evening in- consisting of pizza, a long forgotten film playing and lots and lots of laughs. As much as you loved his family and friends, celebrating with a fancy dinner and lots of drink - there was nothing better than a night in. It was what you’d both desperately needed too, just actual quality time with the both of you living in the moment, forgetting everything else outside the four walls of your flat.

Needless to say, you’d ended up right between the sheets and you honestly couldn’t remember falling asleep. But now, barely conscious, you did notice your fingers being moved and fiddled with. With a groan you limply pulled them away, rolling over to chase Tom’s body heat - which seemed to have disappeared. His presence hadn’t though, you could tell even with your eyes shut due to his little coo.

“Shh darling…. go back to sleep.” And with a mumbled incomprehensible response, you tried to - even if you personal heater appeared to be in hiding.

Yet then, barely 30 seconds later, the bed dipped weirdly again; Tom’s grasp lightly tugged at the arm you’d crossed over your body. Fighting against it, you snatched your arm away and groaned incoherently once again. Again you got a the most whispered and soft sounding reply from Tom. “Shhh Y/n/n…. come on, work with me here.” Clearly you were half asleep, not really paying any attention to to his words, so huffed - shifting again so you we lying half on your back, half on your side, your left hand lying on the pillow next to your head.

And yet again, barely a minute later, you were sure you heard him chuckle before the bed wobbled as he crawled up it. You could feel his shin brushing against your side as he once again went to grab your hand. And that- that was the last straw.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

The sight you were greeted with was not one you expected. Tom kneeling next to you, with bed hair and all, looking like a deer caught in headlights - literally too, the flashlight from his phone illuminated the otherwise pitch black room. His eyes bugged out his head, while he frantically fumbled with his phone in an attempt to get the light off.

“Nonononono” Muttering as if you weren’t there, Tom obviously struggled to find the right button to shut it off - giving you amply opportunity to notice the other object in his lap.

A yellow tape measure?

Why the hell he was measuring you while you slept, completely unawares, was beyond you. The boy hand some explaining to do - primarily because… he interrupted your sleep.

“Tom what the fuck?”

“I’m so sorry I-I just….just go back to sleep love.” It was weird, how he seemed defeated? He looked upset, and was doing that thing where he nervously ran his fingers through his brown curls.

“Not until you tell me what the hell you’re doing.” Sticking firmly, you reached over to flick the bedside light on, just as he finally got the torch off. The warm golden light illuminated to whole room, allowing you to more clearly assess the situation. The brunette was sat so he were almost leaning over you, with the tape measure but also you now noticed a little notebook and pen sat to the side. His despairing look had you immediately forgiving the interruption to your night- everything, melting away to concern. “What’s going on T?”

“You um-you weren’t supposed to-fuck! I’m sorry love I just-“ Reacting to his embarrassed ramblings, you sat up properly to cup his his cheeks with both your hands.

“Hey take a breath yeah? Then tell me why you’re being all creepy and sizing me up for a coffin or something?” He laughed breathily at that, but it was a smile that didn’t meet his eyes.

“I wasn’t- I… can we just forget this happened?” He already started to get off the bed, wrapping the tape up in a very hurried manner. With a scowl you shook your head, leaping up to grab the yellow ribbon out his hands before he could fight back.

At that point it was too late for Tom. You saw the way the tape was labelled, not with cms or inches. Instead it was letters of the alphabet, starting at G and ending at Z. You would’ve been confused, except the fact you’d used this weird scale before, when you and your best friend got matching promise rings the other month.

Tom had been trying to measure your ring size.

You couldn’t help but let out a little ‘oh’ as it clicked - making Tom sigh heavily, still looking at you with worried and terrified eyes. It took a minute for you to face him, smiling weakly with a little gleam growing across your eyes.

“We should- we should uh, let’s go back to bed yeh?” Stammering through, you already almost forced the the tape back into his hands. Wordlessly he nodded jerkily and placed both the notebook, the tape and his phone on the bedside - as you flicked the lamp off.

Obviously, it was awkward as hell. Right now Tom knew you knew - he was less convinced though on how you reacted. Now he was doubting whether you wanted that- if you wanted to be his wife. The silence was defeneing, the bedsheets the only noise to interrupt as you both settled back onto the pillows. Tom left a bit on no-mans land in the middle, not wanting to push it.

Really there was no reason to not move and cuddle up to him, even slightly cruel. You knew Tom was worried that he’d fucked up massively. You could hear his breathing shake, as you both stared up at the ceiling. Maybe it was slightly horrible, but you couldn’t help but feel insanely blissfully happy. Tom was your future and it was good to know he was starting to get the ball rolling.

“I’m a size N” You whispered up to the ceiling “just for the record.” You both swivelled to look at each other simultaneously, your smirk completely overwhelmed by the smile of pure joy that grew on Tom’s face. Yes the room was dark and you could barely see, but that image might just be one that lives forever in your memory - as your absolute favourite.

“Just-just so we’re on the same page… um, thats your fourth finger? Left hand?”

Finally moving from the awkward position, you nestled your head into the crook of his neck, legs wrapping round his. You chose not to answer super specifically, because it seemed like he was asking more than just one question there. Just very broad and very open to interpretation answer.

“Yes and… and um yes too…just for the record”

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caged in this lullaby ⤖ lee felix

❖ genre : assassin au; cop au; action; fluff; angst

❖ word count : 7,2k.

❖ warning : explicit language, mentions of blood, arson & violence 

❖ summary : felix ultimately lets go of all and allows himself to drown in the ashes of bitter tragedy to see what stays. the last thing he’d expect is a stranger with his greatest secret. 

❖ dedicated to @blueprint-han​ : a continuation of aria of an assassin. song used — the lullaby by sophism, all credits to the owner. 

prologue.

Fire cares not for the time it vanishes, only that it gives the world heat and light.

The entire building burns deeply in red, orange, and yellow. The cries of the neighborhood echoes into the night with sirens blaring in the background. Your frozen figure can only watch in terror as glowing embers dance and twirl, searing through the ground, ripping through the roof in despair. Tendrils of smoke are reaching into the sky desperately as if attempting to escape the blazing inferno below.

“Kid, I wanna have Chinese for dinner today.”

“Okay, and I should care because…?”

“Because I’m housing your ungrateful ass.”

No. No!

You drop the plastic bags in your hand, your muscles move before your mind can register what’s happening. The next thing you know, you’re racing to the heart of danger, utterly unfazed about the fact that fire is the most beautiful weapon of them all. Powerful. Destructive. Heartless. In mere moments, everything you love can be reduced into nothing but sheer ashes.

“But we always have Chinese!”

“Who’s paying again? Was it you? No, I don’t think so.”

Tears blur your vision and you elect to ignore every white noise buzzing at the back of your head. Each step you take is rather a negotiation than an order. Your limbs move like they never belonged to you. This agony has an unpleasant warmth to it, eating at your stomach and searing inside your rib cage. Your body concedes to the torment, unable to bring a single thought into consideration. The entirety of your existence yearns to curl into something fetal, something primeval, and all while the pain burns and radiates.

“Officer! Stop her! She’s running into the fire!”

“Child! What are you doing?! It’s dangerous!”

But what you’re going through is nothing compared to his torment. He’s in there. Writhing and suffering alone. It must be so painful, so cold despite the enraged flames around him. 

When a strong pair of arms slip around your body and every motion comes to a stop, there is a scream of the mouth and lungs, the sound of his name lingers on the tip of your tongue. Because a response is impossible, there comes a scream of the eyes and soul, the kind that bypasses the ears and speaks right to the heart. 

You forget how to scream from that day on because you are either left with dead silence or punished with cruelty. 

Because you couldn’t save him.

one.

The housekeeper wakes with a tight knot in her stomach. Her body topples the sheets over to reach for her nightstand, flickering on some source of light. Only silence accompanies the hard throbbing inside her chest until a loud thud comes from the hallway. Her body jolts up instantly, a hand over her chest as a soft string of melody saunters into the emptiness of the night.

“When the night is falling, and you have lost your way.”

Her quivering figure quickly exits her room with a flashlight. Her right hand clutches at her other one as an attempt to stop the shaking as adrenaline sears through her vessels. With dreaded steps, the housekeeper manages to reach the staircase, approaches the end of it, and proceeds toward the living room.

“When the rain is storming, and your world’s turned to gray.” 

The voice smoothly slips through the chilling nightfall like an allure yet there’s nothing musical about it. The lullaby sometimes goes off-tune or comes out in broken waves as though whoever’s singing genuinely doesn’t care. They sound more dead than angry, more tired than irate, making her innards shift uneasily. 

“When the wolves await outside, and you feel like you’ve nowhere to hide.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, just remember. Remember when I said.”

And they stop. The housekeeper musters up every bit of courage left. A breath in. A breath out. 

In the darkroom, even the ticking clock has a relaxed feeling, as if it’s merely a heart-beat at rest. She feels as though the air moves like cool water and the aroma of the house owner’s scented candles infuse her far more deeply than it did in the light of day. The hollow space is etched with charcoal, the fabrics are muted hues as if they too await dawn to ignite their colors for all to see. The moment she heaves a sigh of relief, her eyes make the mistake of averting to the ceiling, unveiling a scene of unimaginable terror.

Fear floods her system, it pumps and beats like it’s trying to escape. Her heart might as well explode right now because even her jaw is shaking non-stop. Her body urges her to either run fast, away from the horror laid out flat in front of her eyes, or to stay quiet and do the right thing, calling the police. But instead, she remains where she’s standing. 

There is Mr. Yuuki, the house owner she’s been working for over three years, hung upon the crystal chandelier. His limp body lets its limbs stick out awkwardly, white eyes rolled to the back of his head as blood drips to the floor, forming a dark pool. The flashlight drops to the floor, and so does her trembling gaze. She gasps sharply when a thick smear of crimson is splattered across the wooden tiles, sinking into the cracks like poison. 

Her adrenaline surges so fast she almost vomits, she can taste saliva thickening in her throat and beads of sweat trickling down on her forehead. At some point, she’ll have to move and risk the chance of getting herself killed.

Just then, a shadow comes into view and her legs go weak, letting her body collapse to the ground like a crooked puppet. Incoherent pleas pour from her lips as she screws her eyes shut, bracing herself for whatever comes next. “Please! I’ll do anything! I won’t call the police! Just don’t kill me, please! Please!”

Footsteps are advancing toward her, getting louder by the tick of the clock. They echo listlessly until the sound slowly fades away, only a soft response comes afterward.

“Greetings to his boss for me.”

two.

The mansion has been his home for decade upon decade, embraced by nature on the outskirts of the city, away from all the noises, the buzzing flow of time people have signed their souls up for. It is all concrete and tall glass windows that give overlooking views of the clear horizon, a chance to relax and take in the changing of the seasons from the comfort of an easy chair.

Yet coming from the hollow building is a strange sound, a melodic voice of pain and sorrow, of heartache and loss. The tune is soft, like grass on a summer day, or the tenderness in the air in which only spring possesses. It can fill one with warmth while weaving a sad tale of indescribable, rather forgotten memories.

“Darling, close your weary eyes. Everything will be fine.”

“Let the breeze wipe away your tears. There is no need to cry.” 

He’s seated at the edge with his back straight, he no longer feels dwarfed by the grand piano as he used to as a kid. His fingers are limber as they glide on ivory first and ebony after, his neck slightly bent down, tousling his hair to the front while his eyes flutter shut in serene. 

“You can lay down. No one will hurt you.”

The music stand lies empty, has been so for years. He only ever reads the notes within his mind because he goes as far as playing the instrument to this day for this peculiar lullaby. Slowly, the music seems to fill the room to the brim, then spills out through doors and windows and the cracks in the walls, while at the source trembling fingers dance sweetly on.

He knows that he needs to calm down. 

“Let your fears be carried by the streams. The twilight gleam watches over you.”

In his head, he reads through the music scrupulously as though he’s practicing during the old, innocent days, beat by beat, bar by bar, note by note. His fingers know precisely where to go and how each key reacts when he applies the same, adequate amount of pressure. It’s as though he can make the hammer hit each string in a way to resonate with the most beautiful of sounds. 

The thought of playing as a kid eases the spike in his heartbeat and clears his mind. He can still vividly remember the first time he got lifted onto the bench on his sixth birthday, his tiny legs dangled over the edge and his figure completely overwhelmed by the mammoth-sized instrument. His arms could barely span the length of the keyboard, his feet could only do so much as graze the pedal below.

“And when the morning arises…”

He recalls the mounts of sheets cluttering his father’s old bookshelves in such ways that he himself can’t remember their initial color. He recalls the tall figure seating beside him each time, guiding his hands across the keys, ones that were unfamiliar to music and the swell it can bring to one’s chest. He recalls those starry eyes staring down at him, the outburst of laughter, and the cat-like smile that brings love and harmony to his fragile soul. 

“I shall be by your side…”

Yet he never recalls a proper goodbye, only tears.

“Minho.”

The melody pauses sharply, his body stiffens at the name. Minho isn’t here.

“Minho, is that you?” Minho isn’t here, a voice inside him snaps.

A deep breath. He elects to ignore the strings that are bound to break inside his chest before pushing himself off the wooden bench. With a swift turn, he sees Mrs. Lee standing by the door with her hair in her face, her soulless eyes lighting up once they graze the sight of him. “Minho, my sweet child. You’ve come home. You’ve finally come home!” Her voice echoes in joy, a hand clamped over her mouth as her eyes brim with tears.

Minho isn’t here! His heart yells aloud, yet his mind can’t comply.

He doesn’t know what’s urging him to approach her, to let her lean on him. Perhaps, it’s guilt. Or the yearning for the warmth of a mother who abandoned him long ago. “Yes, mother, I’m home,” he sighs softly when she clutches at his shirt. “I’m never going to leave you again.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be here.”

Hurried footsteps flood the hallway rapidly until the housekeeper barges through the door, simply breaking the agonizing silence. “Good gracious, Mrs. Lee! Goodness, she must have forgotten about her sleeping pills again.” She then hastily rushes to his side, supporting Mrs. Lee by her waist while bowing continuously. “Young Master, please, allow me.”

“It’s alright, you’ve done enough,” he waves his hands with a small smile. “I’ll tuck her back to bed, today is my day off anyway. You may go home and rest now.”

He can’t forget how much lighter Mrs. Lee has gotten, how paler her face has been. He’s afraid that one wrong movement and he might send her frail body flying to the floor. Only when she’s fully covered by her blanket, the stars come out to play and the evening takes on the aroma of a breezy night. He likes this, the softness, the quietness of the sense of resting. Moonlight is streaming through the windows yet his mind, clouded with grey, throbs uncontrollably when he realizes the sudden pang inside his chest. 

It’s been fifteen years…

His phone rings. “Sergeant Lee Felix, Seoul P.D,” he keeps his voice from shaking. Suddenly, his eyes grow wide. “I’ll be there.”

And I still couldn’t do anything for you.

three.

Light fog seeps into the depthless night when Felix exits his car, throwing on his blazer in a hurry as he staggers toward a water fountain. There’s barely any vehicles operating at this hour, leaving the streets chilling and empty. He quickly checks his watch one last time. One AM on the dot. Another sleepless night.

“Lix! Over here!”

His blank expression breaks into a grin when two familiar faces come into view. “Changbin? Hyunjin? You both got called in too?”

“Yeah, can’t believe the Chief had the audacity to interrupt my beauty sleep for a simple homicide,” the taller officer, Hyunjin, has his face contorted in faint annoyance, brushing through his long locks of hair with his gloved hand.

“The night duty squad is handling another case on the other side of the city. We know the neighborhood like the back of our hands,” Changbin gives him a hard smack on the chest, only to wince quietly later to himself. Ugh, I’m so out of shape. “If anything, we have the best chance to catch up to the culprit.”

Hyunjin protests with a forced smile, “Shut up, Lieutenant, I know that.”

“Alright, let’s review,” Felix hops into the conversation, clasping his hands together in feigned excitement. “Someone dialed 911 with a murder case on the line. The culprit, escaped or not, we’re still uncertain of. But they did leave behind a witness.”

His coworkers nod simultaneously as he recaps what Seungmin told him on the phone earlier and the three of them find themselves standing right before the provided address.  The house seems oddly quiet for someone getting murdered. “Right, chances are they’re still in there. We’d better-”

The front door comes flying open. A woman dressed in her nightgown collapses to the ground instantly, fear echoing through the rumble of her voice. “Help! P-Please! Mr. Yuuki! He-He’s dying! Please, I beg you! Save him!” With her face buried in her hands, a wave of laughter bubbles up her windpipe, shaking her core tremendously. “They did it again! They’ve claimed another victim!”

Changbin is the first one to step up, helping the housekeeper to her feet. “Miss, please try your best to stay calm. Everything is alright now, we’re here because you did the right thing of calling us. You’re safe with us,” he gently supports her by the shoulders, his voice soft but serious. “If it’s okay for me to ask, what exactly happened to Mr. Yuuki? Is there anyone else inside?”

The housekeeper seems to still be shaken. Tears are threatening to fall but she bites them back, shaking her head to answer the second question first. “N-No, Mr. Yuuki has a son but he’s currently studying in Europe so I’m the only one other than…” 

Her voice trails off, the pools of tears in her eyes are clouded with those moments of horror she wishes she could erase forever. “It was horrible! I-I was having trouble sleeping before a strange sound woke me up completely. Someone was singing. Th-The culprit was singing. And there was s-so much blood. Mr. Yuuki was hung upon the chandelier when I went downstairs! So-So much blood. I didn’t know how- or why- I- I don’t know! I don’t know! I don’t know!”

“Miss, please try to stay calm. I won’t ask you any more questions, I am not here to interrogate you,” Changbin exhales deeply, looking over at his underlings. “Hyunjin, go check up on Mr. Yuuki. Felix, look for the culprit. I’ll call Seungmin for more back-ups.”

The two officers comply, “Roger that.”

Entering the house, Felix is bathed in a whirlwind of chilling silence and utter darkness. The smell of blood makes something inside him twitch, prompting him to look over at his friend. “I’ll go upstairs, you stay down here and handle the body until Jisung or Seungmin comes.” 

The Sergeant advances up the long flight of stairs with his gun clutched between his hands. Almost immediately, he takes notice in the stream of moonlight illuminating the end of the hallway and rushes toward the wide-opened door. His figure barges into the room with caution and is met with the night breeze kissing his face and white curtains fluttering gently. 

Just then, a loud bang is heard in the distance. 

Felix feels himself tense up, eyes darting from one place to another in hopes of finding- there! On the rooftop from across the streets. 

In a heartbeat, he picks up his transceiver and speaks, “I have eyes on the suspect. Pursuing on foot.” With his feet on the window frame and his arms on the tiles of the roof, he manages to lift himself while his muscles contract in pain. Facing forward, Felix begins to sprint. 

The wind screams into his ears, his feet flying over steel and leaves. His shoes pound heavily across the hard surface, causing what’s remaining of the downpour this morning to slash up his legs. From one rooftop to another, his calves burn tremendously yet he keeps darting past houses, buildings, and trees with his eyes glued onto the shadow before his eyes. 

Adrenaline courses throughout his system; he can feel his whole body working, his leg muscles running warm, a thin layer of sweat covers his nape. The cold air keeps biting at his blood and lungs but he keeps his breaths as steady as he can, pushing harder and going faster. For a split moment, his foot slips when his mind is frantic with cloudy thoughts. How is it possible for one to move this fast?

The hooded figure a few feet ahead of him speaks volumes in the silence; they’re running. They’re running like the devil himself is in pursuit. Only it’s worse because the felon is flesh and blood and means to send people straight to hell just the same way. His breathing quickens at the thought process, trying to appease his need for oxygen. 

Several thuds of footfalls later, he finally decreases the proximity although fresh air now shocks his lungs, making him want to spurt and pass out in exhaustion. His body trembles from the consistent pace he’s forced himself into, yet his hands lift the firearm swiftly, his gaze shaking with the pounding inside his chest. 

It only takes so much strength to pull the trigger. He shouldn’t be hesitating like this. Felix stops himself completely, regains his composure, and raises his gun once again. He elects to ignore the blood roaring in his ears, the throbbing of his anxious heart, and squeezes the trigger. 

The bullet cuts through air and comes flying toward the wanted figure, missing them by a strand of hair. His face contorts in anger as he mumbles out a curse word. He missed. He shouldn’t have. He can’t miss. Missing isn’t an option. 

Felix pumps his legs, gaining momentum with each push. But it feels gut-wrenching all of a sudden after a few thrusts forward—his body is giving in. He watches the culprit quicken their pace until their steps turn into leaps. Just a few more feet and they’ll jump the other side of the neighborhood. 

He won’t make it in time. 

Three. Two. One. The figure gathers enough strength and takes one final leap into the night. His heart immediately drops to the pit of his stomach, every movement comes to a full stop like the sudden stretch of silence within his rib cage. 

“Shit!” He perks up at the scream and glass shattering. “Ow! Ah! Ouch! Ugh…” And...dogs barking?

“Oh come on!”

four.

His feet slip outwards on the wet autumn leaves as he rounds the corner, his breaths coming out in spurts, hot and nervous as he inhales deeper, faster. With each footfall, a jarring pain shoots ankle to knee, ankle to knee. Perhaps jumping off someone’s rooftop in a time crunch wasn’t the smartest decision. 

“Give me a break. Do you have any idea how much time it took me to outrun those dogs?”

“I won’t let you slip away. It’s best for either party if you cooperate. Don’t do anything foolish and mercy might be an option,” Felix clicks a bullet into the chamber, gaze falling onto the hooded figure.

In the dim light that oozes through a narrow gap lies the alleyway. It's the underworld of any town: gloomy and unpleasant. Darkness is lurking in every corner inside the labyrinth of narrow passages and dead ends. Litter is dumped on the street and birds nest amongst the sprawling rot. Moonlight lights up the pathway for him, making it easier to back the felon up into the corner. 

“One more step, officer, I dare you.” A warning like poison pours into his ears.

Although something seems different this time. They sound more frantic. Is there something that’s bothering them? “You just committed murder, you filthy scumbag. One more step, I dare you.”

“Oh, you’re so unoriginal,” they clutch their right arm and chuckle lightly. Felix squints his eyes with the limited source of light; inevitably, they go wide upon seeing crimson dripping to the ground. But as the second ticks by, less and less blood pour from the wound as though the muscles and skin are simultaneously closing up the seams. 

What the hell am I looking at?

A smirk. “Don’t mind if I do.”

What are they... Wait, shit-

At the kind of speed he never thought humans could acquire, the hooded figure approaches him in what seems like seconds. The sudden whiplash blows the hood back and allows them to bathe in the moonlight raw.

 “Say, what are you going to do with a filthy scumbag like me again?” Something sharp and shiny comes into contact with the warmth of his flesh but he can’t bring himself to register or counter it.

Your features flash before his eyes, glowing from within, leaving him in complete awe. Although you’re talking nothing but venom, pain is evident in the crease of your lovely brows and the way your lips are pressed into a straight line. Your eyes are deep pools of restless gold, an ocean of hopeless grief. There’s something so damn familiar about you. Felix almost finds himself resonating within your agony. He almost gasps.

In this growing light, your dark silhouette becomes full colors. 

But why aren’t you moving? He’s completely open like this.

“You!” Your voice suddenly trembles and so do your pupils. “You-You’re-”

Snapping back to his senses, Felix leaves no time for you to finish your sentence and grabs your armed limb with one hand while striking a harsh blow at your stomach with the other. You let out a hushed wince at the impact, falling to the cement ground along with the blade in your palm. He swiftly flips you over, cuffs your hands, and puts his gun at the back of your head. 

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.”

“Oh, spare me, Robin,” you involuntarily snort. “I’ll be gone before you can finish reading my rights.”

He nearly sneers, “Move an inch and I’ll put a bullet through your head. Your hands are cuffed, don’t you try to make your face worse than it already is.”

“I’m an Ace, darling. It’d be insulting if a pair of handcuffs and your scrawny little ass could stop me.”

His grip on the gun grows a fraction tighter, his heart starts beating faster at the name. “You work for the House of Cards?” The name rolls off his tongue bitterly, leaving a lick of fury consuming the rational side of his brain.

House of Cards—thieves, terrorists, assassins, dealers—the largest criminal organization that has been the dread of the country for decades. Just like the playing cards, the organization consists of four main groups: Diamonds, Clubs, Hearts, and Spades. The Kings and Queens lead these groups for they’re either new or incompetent for the higher ranks. The Jacks come second in commanding and are often advisors while the Jokers remain anonymous to all as messengers. The four Aces are the most trusted by the chairman and only take orders from him themselves.

“I do,” you reply flatly, a sigh going unnoticed. “Shouldn’t you be fleeing by now upon receiving this information?”

“A murder. A gunshot right across the street. A living witness,” he grits with a timid smile. “All that and you call yourself an Ace? We’ve encountered worse than amateurs like you. You’ll be rotting behind the bars before you know it.”

“I like your optimism, officer. Genuinely, it's a blessing for you to bring us light in this time of darkness,” you turn sideways, smirk, and make sure that he sees it. “Ignorance is truly bliss sometimes.”

Something inside him snaps, water overflows the cup and he instantly grabs you by your head, burying it further into dust and cement. “I don’t know who you think you are. But you clearly don’t know what I’m capable of and the fact that I will stop at nothing to bring your boss down. I will make him face justice as you’re hearing it from the news in prison. I’ve promised. I’ve sworn.”

“Oh?” You dare to glance at him again. “I never knew cops detested my boss so much. Or is it just you? Is your hatred personal? You’ve broken a protocol from the get-go, haven’t you? Is it the reason why you even became an officer in the first place?”

Shit, Felix curses inwardly as your words stab him in the chest, twisting the tip of the blade deeper and deeper as though you’re not allowing him to breathe properly. His hands start shaking; the vibration against your nape makes you exhale, drawing yet another grin on your lips. “Tell me, who did they kill?”

To hell would he ever tell you.

“A family member?” Focus. 

“Your loved one?” Cover your ears. 

“Or a close friend, perhaps?” One wrong move. 

His shaking freezes midway, his voice comes out monotonous. “Shut up.” And you’ll die. 

“Bingo,” you feign excitement before clearing your throat. “Also, I wouldn’t pull the trigger if I were you. Because I am your best asset to get to my boss. You and I aren’t so different, trust me. After all, we both want his head.”

He yelps in surprise when you twist your back slightly, swinging your arm and elbowing his jaw while disarming him simultaneously. With a swing of your leg, he loses his balance on the knees and lands harshly on his back. 

With your knife pointed at his neck, your orbs bore onto his like you’re about to set him on fire. He gulps nervously, “What? How did you?”

“Listen up, I have a deal for you.” 

You were injured, how could you risk tearing your wound up like that? His chest rises then falls inconsistently, eyes darting to your forearm. It’s no longer bleeding. There’s no way! 

“...what are you?”

“Call me what you want. Murderer. Killer. An assassin. A monster.”

Felix squirms under your grip, spatting in aggression, “If so, you’re daydreaming if you have the audacity to believe that I will get my hands bloodied with you.”

“I’m not telling you to pick a side, officer. I’m just trying to say that I know something you don’t and you know something I don’t. If we pool our information we might actually have a good shot at capturing the bastard. If you brought me back to headquarters now, I’d escape either way and you’d get nothing from me. But if you pretend like our encounter never happens, you’ve got yourself a new partner.”

“What feud do you have with your boss so bad that you’re willing to work with a police officer like me?”

“I never considered him as my boss. I never considered the organization as a place that I belonged to. No one knows who the leader is. I’ve been tracking him down for years already.”

“...what? That’s-“

“They killed someone very important to me, too.”

five.

Chan murmurs tiredly at the knock on his door, “Who’s there?”

“Sergeant Lee’s present to report on the assassin from last night, Chief.”

“Come in.”

Chan fixes his collar as Felix closes the door shut, strides straight into his office, and collapses on the nearest armchair. Usually, he’d be complaining about the lack of sunlight in the Chief’s working space. Because like any other civil office, there are enough windows for one not to choke to death but Chan has made a habit of keeping them close. Now, he decides to open the blinds and lets the light in completely, prompting Felix to throw an arm over his eyes dramatically. 

“Shut it. The lights are killing me,” he groans aloud, forehead creasing in frustration. Focus. 

Chan says pointedly, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms, “But you look like shit.”

“Of course I look like shit. You should try chasing down an Ace yourself some time. Really, it’s been a pleasant distraction from my unfinished paperwork and impotent stress,” the junior officer mumbles, dropping his arm and staring blankly at the space ahead. 

“Yeah, I’ve heard,” Chan sighs, sitting back. “It just makes sense, you know. Yuuki and his neighbor were moles the Yakuza planted in that filthy organization. No wonder their leader had to send one of the four Aces to finish him off.”

Felix closes his eyes for a moment, resting his arms on his knees, the muscles are still aching from last night’s incident. His fingers unconsciously reach for his bare neck, tracing the shallow cut as goosebumps bubble upon his skin. Focus. “Enough being mopey,” Chan grins and slaps something cold against his cheek, causing his friend to jolt up in surprise. “Aren’t you here to report?”

He flashes Felix a cheeky smile when the younger clenches the cold towel on his face in annoyance. Nonetheless, there’s a twinge of faint nostalgia and affection lighting up inside his stomach—the kind that comes from long-time friends. “Alright, I gotta come back to my desk before Changbin goes off about my productivity anyway.”

“Good, elaborate,” Chan whips out a pen with his crusty notebook, eyes narrowing and turning serious. 

“The Ace escaped,” Felix starts, “After checking in with Yuuki’s housekeeper, Hyunjin and I went inside the house. He handled the body while I was heading upstairs. I pursued them as soon as I heard the gunshot from across the streets. I only managed to wound them from afar, but it’s not enough to slow them down. They were too fast so I was outpaced at the end.”

The Chief raises a dark brow, eyeing the cut on his throat, “I can see that you’re injured, too. Did they shoot you? Seungmin only found a semi-auto pistol next to the second victim.”

“No… I did this to myself during the chase,” Felix touches his wound again, gulping, “They only carried a knife, of all the things.” Don’t be obvious. You can’t risk getting them to suspect you. 

“You couldn’t get close enough to see if we’re dealing with a man or a woman, right?” Chan then casts a meaningful look at the mountain of unfiled paperwork upon his desk, feigning interest in the light reading that awaits him for the rest of the day. 

“Unfortunately, no. They have a good physique, clearly well-trained and more skilled than the little fries we’d managed to throw behind the bars,” Felix shakes his head, eventually pushing himself off the black armchair. “What about the housekeeper? According to what I’m able to recall, she did, in fact, see the Ace.”

Chan wants to scream at the mention, fingers massaging his temples. “That woman is far too traumatized to even speak a word right now. She’s been giving Seungmin headaches all morning.”

“Yeah, about that...sorry, I couldn’t be more helpful,” Felix bites his lips as he can feel his own lies suffocating the space around him, filling his lungs with water and squeezing at his windpipe. He needs to get the fuck out of here. 

The Chief chuckles lightly and waves his hands, “No, no, we’re all kinda impressed, actually. No one has ever been able to propose a mere chase with them before. It’s already a miracle that you came back alive.”

His heart instantly sinks, his fists curl up unconsciously. Felix could have died. He should have died last night. But you hesitated. Why? Why would you spare him? And why were you looking at him like that? “Hey.” A hand on his shoulder snaps him out of it. “Don’t worry about it. You should take a day off today. You look unwell.”

“But-”

A figure lands soundlessly on Chan’s balcony, swiftly turning around to face Felix.

His brain stutters for a moment and his eyes take in more light than they should, still, they widen when shock riddles his senses. Every part of his body tries to catch up and his thoughts go on a dreadfully long pause. It’s you. Standing in broad daylight without anything to cover up. Distanced a few feet from his grasp. 

One shout and you’ll be cuffed in mere moments. It’d be insulting if a pair of handcuffs and your scrawny little ass could stop me. His precinct has been desperate, ramming into one dead-end after another for a single lead to House of Cards. 

Felix can turn you in right here. Right now. If you brought me back to headquarters now, I’d escape either way and you’d get nothing from me.

“That is an order, Sergeant,” Chan grins, not noticing how pale his friend has gotten in such mere moments. “You’ll collapse the moment you head out for patrol, trust me.”

“No, Chan! You don’t understand, I-”

“Do it,” you mouth, sealing his lips instantly. 

“I just didn’t get enough sleep last night. I’ll take a nap in the infirmary.” You slap on a devilish smile at his words, wiggling your phone high enough for him to see.

As soon as Felix closes the door behind him, the spike in his heartbeat finally falls with the stiff smile on his face, his breaths short and uneven. The urge to punch something is cut short when his phone vibrates timely. A message from an unknown number: “Ten PM. The waterfall in Yellow Woods. You’ve got one chance.”

six.

Felix has underestimated the cold since nightfall. His muscles ache and shiver all at the same time, momentarily yelling at him to turn around to head back to the comfort of his family’s mansion. Yet the dark Yellow Woods seems to silence time and space, only leaving him with the urge to march forward. 

He lied to Chan about your encounter, lied to Changbin so he wouldn’t have to go on his night shift, lied to Hyunjin that he’d go home and rest like his friend always told him to. Humans have been taught not to lie but deception still exists and one cannot escape its grasp. Even Felix never knew there would be a day where he’d become this desperate. Just thinking about it makes him want to vomit, utterly disgusted. 

Clutching his gun tightly, he begins walking faster into the light fog. 

“My my, look who it is.” His frantic steps come to a halt, his head snapping back immediately. “Someone was so hellbent on giving me a headshot the last time we met. What changed?”

Felix raises a brow in confusion. “What the- Didn’t you ask me to meet up at the waterfall?”

“The waterfall is the other way, you fool,” you jerk your head back, clearly unimpressed. 

“Cut me some slack, my phone was dead! Wait, how did you- were you stalking me?!”

You can’t help but stifle a chuckle; his face is priceless. “Tracking sounds more appropriate, don’t you think?”

“You-”

“You’d better pick up the pace if you want to survive this little partnership of ours, officer.”

Eventually, he complies and stumbles through the woods with you, his feet feeling like they’re being dragged across cement. During the day, Yellow Woods is alight with the serenity one yearns for at their lowest, birds chirping and leaves rustling to one united song of Mother Nature. In contrast, it is now hollow, colorless, almost empty to a sense with all this darkness around him. 

“I never said that we had a deal,” Felix says while trailing after you, cautious not to trip over any branches. 

You turn around for a meager moment, giving him that sly grin of yours. “Suppose that you do, we need a contract. Some simple protocols between comrades. What do you expect from me? Keep it simple. Excessive details bore the shit out of me.”

“First, no with-holding information. If you know something, I need to know it and vice versa. Second, no personal questions. I don’t want you in my life nor do I want me getting my hands dirty with you.”

You hum in response, “Hmm, short and sweet. But I have my own as well.”

He gulps, “Go on.”

“I don’t work with dogs. I don’t care if it’s licensed as emotional support. I won’t hesitate to shoot if you even let one do so much as breathe in the same room as me.”

“...that makes way too much sense.” So that explains why-

“What about you? Afraid of the dark?”

“I wasn’t born this morning.”

To the East lies the waterfall you’ve mentioned this morning, which you lead him down a dirt road and right behind it, straight into a small cave. There are two paths diverged that catch him by surprise but there’s nothing he can do other than taking the left side, hastily following the source of light from your phone. Your final destination unveils before his eyes as a small, underground lair.

Felix suddenly feels cold for no reason. “How do you even sleep?” He scrunches his nose while rubbing his hands together. 

“I don’t,” you say without looking at him, exhaling and shrugging off your coat. “Make yourself at home. I’ll go heat up some tea before you freeze to death.”

Not knowing what to do with himself, his eyes roll around the seemingly confined but commodious space in curiosity. Your working desk is as big as the one in the conference back at headquarters, mounted with an overwhelming amount of files. To the right, the wall is lined with weapons, target boards, and rag dolls; you seem to prefer blades over firearms. The whole place is lighted up with candles all around, giving it that eerie feeling like something straight out of an old movie. 

Still, not bad.

His careless feet drag him across the concrete, subconsciously reaching out for the files on your desk. He can’t fight the urge, he can’t resist it. Before his mind can register and his conscience can yell at him, the plastic binder is already yanked open. Experiment #180108–Y/N, it reads. “What the hell… Enhanced strength and agility… Instant self-healing… Metamorphosis? Is this what they’ve been doing under our noses all this time?”

“No, only my parents.” Your voice snaps him out of it, prompting him to drop the files. “Your office was giving me anxiety, by the way. Thank god for home sweet home.”

“What the hell were you doing in my-“ A dagger flies past his head, missing him by a strand of hair and ending up embedding itself on the bull’s eye of a nearby target. “Daughter of a bastard,” he breathes out in disbelief, eyes boring holes on you. “What kind of tea was that?!”

“Lee Felix. Only son of the Prime Minister. Ranked Sergeant at the eighth precinct, Seoul P.D. The precious heir to one of the five great families.” Words leave you. You only stare into those bright, brown eyes burning with anger, his heart almost falling silent. “Gosh, you’ve got quite the profile. Shouldn’t you be worried about the image of your family instead of shaking hands with the devil like this?”

Felix clenches his jaw, everything is slow and warbled as he looks down, shaking violently. “And yet you still thought I’d be crazy enough to make a deal with an Ace?”

“You’re not crazy,” you sigh, grinning internally. “Just extremely desperate-“

“I am not desperate!” A lie spats out, leaving him with a bitter aftertaste. “I have no reason to be.” Focus.

A mocking shrug. “Right, you’re not desperate. You just followed me all the way here without taking out your gun or rambling on with your boring death threats. Like a little, perfect pet. Exactly what I needed.” 

“Death threats don’t work on monsters,” he croaks, fists balled and eyes wide. Even so, the way you gaze darken still goes unnoticed. “I’ve seen your kind kill anyone without hesitation. Getting blood on your hands without even blinking. You, all of you, aren’t humans anymore. You’re all a complete write-off of a species.”

Felix lifts his head, pupils trembling at the sight in front of him. For a moment there, you look sad and broken. Raw, naked, and vulnerable like the rest of humanity. It makes him ponder, how can humans be so weak yet so cruel at the same time?

“...why? Why are you doing this?” he inquires shakily, head racing with a thousand thoughts. “I don’t understand. Actually, there’s a lot that I don’t understand about you.” No! Focus, you idiot!

“You don’t have to.” Finally, you speak after the long dread of silence, combing a hand through your hair tiredly. “You know. It’s funny how the same thing happened to us. And now look at where we ended up individually.”

His brain pauses and chokes up. “What are you saying?” Cover your ears. Do not be misled!

You look away, simply knowing that you won’t be able to hold it in if you’re making eye contact. “I know you’re not the rightful heir of the Lees. You weren’t part of the bloodline in the first place. You’re simply a replacement. A second option. Nothing but an afterthought-“ 

“No! Shut up! Just shut u-“ Cover your ears. Do not trust anyone!

“—the real heir supposedly went missing during the Eiji Station tragedy where my organization ordered a bombing fifteen years ago. It’s been over a decade and they’ve already concluded his death even though a body was never found. Am I right, officer?”

Choose the wrong path. 

Felix buries his face into the palms of his hands as streaks of silvery tears burn his cheek. His exhausted shoulders shake in each rake of emotion through his frame, the fire of anger and despair boils past the seams he can no longer hold together. With his knees weak, he can only sob and drops down on his knees, screaming with all his might. 

And you’ll die. 

But even you, the devil itself, can’t save the man who’s drowning himself in his own tears of hell. 

“Welcome to the team. The name is Y/N,” you offer him a hand, blankly eyeing his quivering figure. He finally picks himself up with difficulties, eyes glowing with tears and fury. After a split moment of hesitation, his hand reaches for yours, firmly clasped and sealing your deal. 

Because he’s falling down the same bottomless abyss with you. 

Because you both couldn’t save him. You couldn’t save Minho. 

epilogue.

__ fifteen years ago

“Hey, Minho, you’re really good at playing the piano. Are you gonna be a musician?”

“Hmm, I do like music. But I’d rather become a police officer. 

“Why? Didn’t you say that you like music?”

“I’ll become anything for my mother.” 

“Then, I’ll be a doctor when I grow up! And we can save people together.”

“Okay. It’s a promise, Lix.” 

[the-college-of-whispers]

Astronomy

[ID begin: Artwork of two of the moons in the Elder Scrolls universe. Taking up most of the image is the red moon Masser aka Jode aka Mara's Tear. In the bottom right is the white moon Secunda aka Jone aka Stendarr's Sorrow. Secunda is half the size of Masser. End ID]

In-Game Lore

In the Elder Scrolls world, astronomy is wack.

The Daedric Princes all have their own realms (or multiple realms).

Oblivion is both a plane and the space around the world of Nirn.

The dead body that makes up the moons was Lorkhan, who got McFucking Murdered in several different races' myths.

The sun is a fucking huge tear left from when Magnus got the hell out of Nirn.

There are thirteen constellations that also serve as zodiac or star signs, but I've already written about them.

Pop Culture Witchcraft

While we (arguably) don't have the same stuff going on in space around us that Nirn does, we can associate beings from the Elder Scrolls franchise with certain planetary bodies.

For the sake of this post, we're going under the assumption that the Sun, the Moon, Pluto, and both the North and South Nodes count as planets. I'll link some sources on cosmic witchcraft and astrological correspondences just in case cosmic witchcraft and astrology interest you.

Without further ado, let's get on to the Daedric Princes!

Azura: Jupiter (luck); Mercury (divination); Moon (beauty, change, divination); North Node (fate); Pluto (change); Saturn (fate); Sun (ego); Uranus (change); Venus (beauty, love) - basically all because she's related to astrology and astronomy both

Boethiah: Mars (bloodshed, competition, conflict, war); Pluto (death, destruction); Saturn (death); Uranus (destruction)

Clavicus Vile (+Barbas): Jupiter (business, extravagance, law, peace); Mercury (communication); Pluto (power); Saturn (power); Uranus (change, eccentricity); Venus (peace, wishes) - also the Dog Star (for Barbas)

Hermaeus Mora: Jupiter (knowledge); Mercury (divination, intelligence, memory); Moon (divination, intelligence, memory); North Node (fate, future); Saturn (fate, intelligence); South Node (past)

Hircine: Mars (sports); Moon (transformation); Neptune (sacrifice); Pluto (transformation)

Jyggalag: Earth (reliability, stability); Jupiter (logic); Mercury (logic); North Node (future); Pluto (bringing order to chaos); Saturn (order); South Node (past)

Malacath: Earth (strength); Mars (bloodshed, conflict, war); Pluto (death); Saturn (death)

Mehrunes Dagon: Mars (bloodshed, energy); Moon (change); Pluto (change, destruction); Saturn (ambition); Sun (ambition); Uranus (change, destruction, energy)

Mephala: Earth (action); Mars (action, sex); Neptune (delusion, incoherence); North Node (fate); Saturn (fate)

Meridia: Mars (energy); Moon (light); Sun (light); Uranus (energy)

Molag Bal: Saturn (limits, oppression, power, restriction)

Namira: Mars (blood); Pluto (ghosts, occult)

Nocturnal: Jupiter (luck); Neptune (delusion, illusion); Pluto (occult) - also the New Moon (cursing, night)

Peryite: Earth (reality, shelter); Saturn (limits, responsibility)

Sanguine: Jupiter (indulgence); Mars (passion, sex); Sun (pleasure); Uranus (change, chaos, eccentricity); Venus (passion, pleasure)

Sheogorath: Mercury (creation, mind, thoughts); Pluto (destruction); Sun (creation); Uranus (change, chaos, creation, destruction, eccentricity); Venus (art, creation)

Vaermina: Mercury (dreams, memory); Moon (dreams, memory); Neptune (dreams)

Sources

https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Astronomy

https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Lorkhan

https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Mundus

https://the-college-of-whispers.tumblr.com/post/656436309746958336/birthsigns-standing-stones

https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Daedric_Princes

https://jasper-pagan-witch.tumblr.com/post/190476716396

https://witchipedia.com/book-of-shadows/correspondence-tables/classical-planetary-correspondence/

https://jasper-pagan-witch.tumblr.com/post/655155151036989440/basics

Arcana of Astrology Oracle deck guidebook

[hi-hey-haechan]

mark lee + fingering kink in front of a mirror so you’re forced to watch him ruin you whilst he whispers dirty things in your ear 🥺 big want

Mark’s lithe body was solid behind you, and your legs were draped apart over his. In the mirror that sat on the wall right in front of the bed, you dared yourself to take a glance. Your boyfriend’s head was right next to yours, his lips barely grazing the back of the shell of your ear. You were completely naked, your entire figure exposed in the mirror. Mark kissed your shoulder, as if to sort of silently tell you that you were beautiful.

It would be a lot more sweet and precious to you if two of his digits weren’t knuckles-deep inside of your hole. In the mirror alone, you could see the way his fingers were glistening with the arousal of your pussy. You looked away, sort of embarrassed.

“Baby, watch yourself in the mirror. Look at how gorgeous you look, spread open like this, with my fingers deep inside of you.” For someone who tended to be pretty shy, Mark’s words were shameless. His words were light, but there was a hook in his deep voice that made you want to obey his commands. You glanced back at the mirror to take in the sight. 

“Mark,” you pleaded, “please let me cum.” He had been edging you for so long, denying you what you wanted most. Mark would thrust his fingers inside of you, but right before you came, he’d pull away, suddenly removing the source of your stimulation. 

“Hmm, should I?” Mark inquired, as though he was actually debating to listen to your pleas. “But you look so pretty like this, so pretty when you’re about to cum.”

His fingers began to move again, for what felt like the hundredth time. You could hear how wet you were, a squelching noise sounding whenever he so much as moved his fingers. He moved in and out, and you watched his fingers, which were much longer than your own, disappear inside of you, right before reappearing. You saw your entrance stretch around his digits, attempting to adapt to the size.

You were so sensitive at this point, being edged for so long that everything literally made you flinch or suck in a breath at the sensation. Whimpers and mewls left your lips breathlessly, and your head fell back into Mark’s shoulder. 

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” Mark cooed, “so fucking wet. Listen to this:” he suddenly entered and removed his fingers quickly before thrusting so fast that appeared as though his fingers were shaking. You could hear the sounds of your slick at every movement, and you would be lying if you said that it wasn’t hot. 

The friction of his fingers in your slick core felt incredible. Your mouth was agape in the mirror, whines and cries spilling out past your lips. His fingers found your g-spot quickly, curling in all the right places. The bundle of nerves inside of you was giving you stars behind your eyes. 

Arousal dripped down Mark’s hand, showing both of you how wet your really were. Mark didn’t seem to care, and he sped up his fingers. Your throat allowed you to let out a tiny cry, and you felt your pussy clench around his fingers. You were so close, so fucking close. The buildup in your stomach was begging for release, begging for the string that pulled it tight to be cut.

Right before your high came, Mark’s fingers slipped entirely out of you, as though they were never inside your core in the first place. 

You were so needy, so desperate for release, and your core physically ached. “Mark,” you whined. It was a sad, pleading sound that was close to a cry.

“My baby wants to cum, hmm? I don’t know. I love seeing you beg for me.”

You let out a frustrated cry and wrapped one hand about his wrist, the other holding a part of his hand. Your head was thrown back against Mark’s shoulder, high on pleasure.

Mark was in awe. You were fucking yourself on his fingers, controlling his hand and making sure he didn’t stop. You moved his hand up and down, tears running down your face when you wanted to cum so badly. 

He just watched, amazed at the fact that you were so needy that you were controlling the pace of his hand, fucking yourself on it. Loud moans fell past your mouth, breathless, and you mewled, babbling incoherent phrases. He hadn’t expected you to take control of his hand, but he wasn’t going to complain, nor tell you what to do. 

“Mmm-Mark, fuck, I’m gonna cum. Shit, I’m gonna cum so hard, oh my god.” You were crying with pleasure, yelling out moans and cries from a raw throat. The knot was building up so tightly, and your legs quaked with intensity. You were done edging yourself. 

“Let go, baby, cum all over my fingers.” And at that, white flashed in your vision. Your body thrashed around, the pleasure so unbearably intense. He had to hold you in place as your body quaked, the snapping of the string literally bringing you so much pleasure. 

“Holy shit,” Mark breathed, and your eyes opened. His arm was slick with your arousal. You’d squirted everywhere, onto the blanket, your thighs, his arm, and gosh, you couldn’t care less. Mark’s eyes were wide, however, staring at you with a surprised look. “I just made you squirt, I didn’t know you could.”

“If you edge me for literally an hour in front of a mirror, you can”. 

[inviouswriting]

Rubatosis

rubatosis - the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Arjuna x Fem!Reader x Karna.

This is smut.

All you could think of was the sensation behind you. You and Karna had found a semi-secluded spot to indulge in. The lancer had started things with a kiss that soon got wild between you two. Losing the sense of where you are, while not in the confines of your room or a private spot. You still had the chance of someone happening upon you two.

In the moment you didn’t care, it was a thrill through your body, and you knew the lancer had that same rush. He chases those highs for fun, so Karna pressing you to the wall in front of you as he takes you. You couldn’t help the sound that escaped you. Karna’s hands find purchase at your hips pulling yours to his.

You feel nails down your back leaving lines behind, the grip on your waist would tighten when Karna felt good. You are caught in your own pleasure that you fail to see another approach you two. Not till Karna lifts your head up towards his, to claim a heated kiss. Your eyes open brief, your blood freezes for a moment then relaxes.

The face that greets you is Arjuna, you look away sheepish only to have gloved hands tilt your head back towards him. Karna steadies your head to allow the archer to join in. It had always been an odd relationship with both of them. Yet they knew fighting over you was useless when you loved them both equally. So Arjuna shares, as he had done before. 

He had followed the sound of your voice till he found you and the source of what made those sounds. He chided for having fun without him, and you meet him for a kiss. Karna slipping back into his rhythm in thrusts.

You are guided to lower in front of Arjuna and take his cock into your mouth when he presents it to you. You are eager to have him in your mouth, you waste little time in pleasing your archer, the thrusts Karna makes, he sees you take Arjuna into your mouth and each push he does he has you swallow him down further till a pace is started.

Arjuna removes a glove off his right hand to card fingers through your hair, even grabbing a good handful when you please him right. Karna settles for leaning down to kiss at the back of your neck biting at the nape. You whine a little when you feel the lancer’s fingers press into your ass. You distract yourself by sucking harder on Arjuna, while Karna eases his fingers in using some of your slick.

Soon you feel a shift and sigh in discomfort when Karna pulls from you. Arjuna taps the side of your face to get you to pull off his dick. You listen to the silent command, once you were off him, Karna lifts you to turn towards him. You understand the change in position and wrap your legs around Karna as he holds you still for Arjuna.

The archer guides himself into your ass after he puts a condom on, the feel if it makes you wriggle in his grasp rather feeling him bare but appreciate it if he intends to do more. 

Karna has fitted himself back into you. You bury your face into Karna’s chest and bite at his left shoulder. When both of them started to move in tandem, your body felt electric and on fire with pleasure.

You are lost between them, Arjuna presses closer wrapping his arms around your torso so his hands can palm your breasts. You barely hear the twos banter about which one can make you lose it first. Karna’s hands support under your ass holding you in a way that enables Arjuna to thrust wilder.

Arjuna is hot and thicker, while Karna was longer and just a bit slimmer. Both knew how to bring you to such highs. You could spend hours under Arjuna being subjected to overstimulation and him not giving you relief, while Karna subjects you to multiple orgasms in quick successions. Together they tease you, Arjuna with rubbing your clit while making his thrusts longer but pushing in hard. Karna faster and shorter thrusts bumping one spot that makes you see white.

Arjuna feels you tense and you hear him say something to Karna to focus on that spot. You arch between them toes curling, you feel Arjuna rest his head into the crook of your neck, and Karna claims you in a kiss again. You arch more till your hands grip on the black skin of Karna’s arms.

The orgasm that runs through your body makes Karna push in to feel your walls flutter around him, and Arjuna pushes in already spilling his seed, Your mind gone from what your feel in hot and body electric but wanting more of both of them.

You feel Karna pull free and whine at the loss of him. Arjuna steals the kiss that Karna left. You feel it still. Arjuna is ready to go again, and you feel your face flush dark when you feel him remove the condom off. Karna lets you back down to your feet, only to be turned in Arjuna’s grasp, lifted for him with Karna’s help as the lancer places his hands under your legs to steady you. 

Arjuna wastes little time and presses into your soaked pussy, his arms going around your waist to hold you to him. He thrusts wild pushing you back into Karna’s arms. The lancer moves till he is back is against the wall seeing how Arjuna takes control. Your hands fist into the blue shirt he is wearing.

You were much different when the archer takes you, more needing him. Karna is almost jealous over how much Arjuna makes you moan, but counts it to in part his size, and he has known your body longer. Karna shakes his thoughts out, and joins Arjuna in pleasing you.

The lancer gets you to wrap your legs around Arjuna’s waist. When you do, you feel hands tug at your nipples. You also feel Karna grind against you from behind. Arjuna gets the idea, and holds still long enough for Karna to fit his cock in along with Arjuna inside your pussy. You writhe in their arms, you felt full, the stretch bordered on pain but that disappeared when they both moved together.

You were lost more to pleasure that all you could do is babble incoherently, how much it feels good. Both of them in awe at how much you are lost in bliss. They feel you gush soon, and a few more thrusts from them both and you feel their cum spilled inside. The sensation that runs through you, was enough to make you pass out from the pleasure.

When you woke up, you felt warmth and water. Karna and Arjuna brought you to the bath to clean you and themselves up. Your eyes are greeted to Karna’s, the warmth you felt is Arjuna scrubbing you down, then rinsing water over you.

Your face lights up red in realization from passing out. Something you’ve only done a few times when the sex with them was very good. Karna brushes your cheek with his hand. Arjuna resigns himself to laying on top of you, wanting in on the affection. You run your fingers through his hair pushing his bangs out of his face.

Karna savors this moment of peace, the stirring within him, he knew you are far from satisfied just yet. Yet seeing you tenderly treat Arjuna with the same love you give him reassures him that it is equal.

Karna is drawn out of his thoughts when your hands reach up to his face and he lowers his head to let you touch him. Seeing Arjuna resting his head on your chest like he had been lured to rest or was listening to your heart beating. The latter more when a dark brown eye peers at him.

You wouldn’t trade this position with them at all. Even as you ask them for more, letting yourself be selfish.

[ask-the-riders]

War’s New Friend

War happens to stumble upon a resident of the riders’ timeline that no one knows about, and while he seems peaceful enough, he reeks of death and she can’t understand a single word he says

((I used a translator for him, since he’s Danish. The translator can be found here, hopefully it’s accurate ^^” all the translations will be underneath the blurb. Also, I’m gonna offer a warning for implied abuse in part of the beginning))

The glitch let out a deep sigh, hugging her knees close to her chest as she sat. She quietly looked out over the pond before her, her thoughts drifting from one subject to another. She'd found a total of nine different ponds in the long forgotten caves of Waterfall, one of which was large enough to be considered a lake, and she'd deemed this particular one her favorite. She wasn't sure why, but something just felt... Different, about it. Her thoughts drifted to the dream she'd had recently; She recognized the tree of feelings and the set of tiny twins that sat together beneath it, but that wasn't what the dream was mostly about. She remembered the human child she saw in it and frowned. He'd burst out of his home in tears, a large patch of reddening skin on his face. She recalled the way he isolated himself, his dark, curly hair an absolute mess atop his head as he slipped his body into a long dead and hollowed out tree. He'd curled in on himself and sobbed, his speech incoherent as he babbled to himself, and War's frown deepened. Remembering the way she used to hide from Error when she was a child, her soul ached. In watching the child, she could see herself. She pitied him, and if she could go back in time to help him, she knew she would. No child deserved to feel that way, and they certainly didn't deserve to live the way that he did.

A noise got the rider's attention, pulling her back into the current moment. Hearing what vaguely sounded like a splash, she looked around, her brow bones furrowing as she tried to locate the source of the noise. When she saw nothing, she made a face; Well that was weird. She convinced herself that it was probably nothing, but then she abruptly froze, her nonexistent stomach turning as the stench of death came from something nearby. Tugging her scarf up over her face in hopes of filtering out the smell, she grumbled under her breath. Alright, that was even weirder. What in the world could possibly be giving off such an odor?

Another sound that was similar to growling could be heard directly behind her and she whirled around, nearly slipping off of the rock she'd been sitting on. Unable to identify the face she was looking up at, she lashed out, producing her threads and quickly ensnaring the person that'd crept up on her. He was momentarily caught off guard, but then tilted his head, groaning softly and lightly tugging at the threads, as if testing their strength. Still trying to use her scarf to filter out the stench that he brought with him, she narrowed her eyes, "Ok, who the hell are you, and what are you doing, creeping around in these caves?" Shifting his attention back to her, his head remained tilted and he stared in silence. War made a sound in irritation, tightening her threads around him, "Well?! Don't you have anything to say for yourself, weirdo?" The undead man before her held his hands up in a gesture of surrender, "Hej, ikke så stram! Slap af, lille. Jeg mener ikke nogen skade!" The glitch paused at finally hearing him speak, and she arched a brow bone, "...Can you even understand what I'm saying to you?" He tugged at her threads again, his expression going blank after a moment, "Slip mig lige nu, ellers klikker jeg på alle disse strenge." War rolled her eye lights, "Whatever, dude. I'm gonna let go of you now, but if you take one more step closer to me, I'll end you. You got that? Stay. Away. From. Me."

He grumbled something under his breath and she reluctantly released her hold on him. He flexed his arms once they were freed, a sickening popping sound coming from his joints and making the rider gag. Trying to brush off the effect the sound had on her, she cleared her throat, "So... You got a name? What the hell am I supposed to call you?" He was silent for a moment, seeming to consider something before responding, "Hvorfor betyder det noget, hvis jeg har et navn? Jeg er død." War made a face, "Fine, fine. I guess I'll have to call you 'Stankass' then, huh? Until we figure something out, at least." The dead man furrowed his brows and frowned, "Tænk ikke engang på det." War stared at him for a few seconds, "...If you can understand me, hold one finger up." The man let out a deep sigh and grumbled, "Skal jeg?" War pinched the bridge of her nose, "Y'know what? Never mind. Forget I asked." Looking down at her, he arched an eyebrow, a hint of amusement crossing his expression. Catching it, the rider deadpanned, "...You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" He fell silent, allowing his amusement to become clearer than before, and in response, War let out an exaggerated groan, "Unbelievable. Before you frustrate me any more, I think I'm gonna go home. Seeya later, Stankass." Turning her back to him, she began to walk away, ignoring his confusion as he watched her. A few seconds passed before she narrowed her eyes, feeling a presence directly behind her.

Her pace came to a halt and she turned, appearing not the slightest bit surprised as she looked at him. Noticing that he'd started following her, she made a face, "You have to stay here, dude. You can't follow me." Once again tilting his head, he furrowed his brows, "Men... Du ville være alene da, og børn bør ikke rejse alene." The glitch stared up at him and hummed, "I can't understand you, deadhead. You have to stay here though, you'll freak out everyone at the house." She turned her back to him again without another word and started to walk, only to be abruptly stopped. Looking back, she spotted one of his hands grasping part of her shirt, and she narrowed her eyes, shifting her gaze to him, "...I said no, Stankass. You stay, I go. It's simple. Now, let go of my shirt." He grunted, hesitantly releasing her shirt after a moment. Realizing that he'd done as she asked, she spun around to face him, one hand balled into a fist while she raised the other and pointed, her hand directly in front of his face, "You are SUCH a little shit, oh my god! I KNEW you could understand me!" Rather than responding, he merely scooped her up into his arms, "Jeg vil også gå. Når du kommer sikkert hjem, forlader jeg og vender tilbage til min dam." War's cheekbones flushed a bright shade of midnight blue and she nearly screeched, "What do you think you're doing?! Put me down, bastard!" No sooner had she started struggling, had he narrowed his solid white eyes at her and growled lowly.

Hearing the sound, War froze, her sockets widening until they were nearly the same size as small saucers. Satisfied with her reaction, he began to walk, keeping her close to himself. Concluding that he wouldn't be letting her down anytime soon, she began to consider using a shortcut. Would that even work, though?... He'd snuck up behind her without producing even a single sound, and if it wasn't for the way he smelled, she might not have even sensed him standing there. He didn't seem at all threatened by her threads either when she caught him; If anything, he just seemed surprised. Once his surprise had passed, he was completely calm and confident, without even a trace of fear or uncertainty.

She had no idea what he was capable of. For all she knew, he might be able to teleport after her.

"Fortæl mig, hvor jeg skal hen." Being pulled from her thoughts, she sighed; She had no idea what he'd just said, but if he was really so insistent on going with her, she might as well give him directions. Caving, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to his shirt, trying to make herself feel more secure, "Keep going. We need to exit the cave and get out onto the main pathway." He nodded, falling silent as he continued walking. The rider glanced around, her figure glitching in surprise as her phone went off, playing a text message alert sound. Shifting slightly in the dead man's arms, she dug into one of her pockets and withdrew her phone. Unlocking it and opening the message, she let out a soft breath. Ah. It was a message from Famine, asking if she'd be home in time for dinner. War took a moment to consider how she'd respond. Deciding on a good response, she typed her message out and sent it. It wasn't long before he texted back, but she chose to stuff her phone back into her pocket. At the speed they were currently moving, she desperately prayed they'd reach the house as soon as possible. Realistically, she'd probably make the undead weirdo put her down just outside the edge of the property. Then, since his scent would undoubtedly cling to her now, she'd use magic to conceal it. Famine had the best nose out of the group, so it'd be him that she'd have to try the hardest to slip by. Furrowing her brow bones, she stayed quiet, continuing to observe her surroundings. She knew her new companion likely couldn't help the way he smelled, so she didn't blame him for it. Being so close to him though... No thanks. She tugged her scarf up over the lower half of her face again. At this rate, she'd need to run a load of laundry and shower. If she could find someone's perfume or cologne, she'd also be spraying herself down with that. Whatever it took to get the stench of death and decay off of herself, she'd do it.

A moment passed in silence before her new companion spoke, his voice gruff and low, “Draug.” The glitch looked up at him curiously, arching a brow bone, “…What?” He glanced at her and continued walking, raising his voice the smallest bit. “Draug. Jeg hedder Draug.” She stared at him, dumbfounded and unsure what to say. Seeing the look on her face, he deadpanned; Was she seriously making him go through this right now? Letting out a deep sigh, he shifted her in his arms and used a hand to pat his chest, “Draug. Jeg er Draug.” War furrowed her brow bones again, “…Draug?” He gave a quick and eager nod, gesturing to himself, “Draug!” The rider tilted her head, “I’m guessing that’s your name?” Nodding again, he made a sound in confirmation, “Det er.” She blinked, momentarily seeming surprised, “…Huh. I didn’t think you’d actually tell me. If we’re finally doing introductions, my name’s War.” Her undead companion glanced at her curiously, “Krig?... Dit navn er krig?” War made a face, unsure of how she should respond, “Uhh… How do you say ‘War’ in your language?” Draug looked at her blankly, “Krig.” She blinked, “Oh. Ok then. I guess that’s pretty simple.” If he had pupils and irises, Draug would’ve made sure she could see him rolling his eyes at her. She cleared her throat, “Do you think you’d be willing to learn how to speak English?… I feel like it’d be easier to communicate if I could understand you the way that you understand me. I could even try to help you, if you wanted.”

Draug hummed in consideration; She had a point. Communication would definitely be easier if she could understand him. He sighed softly and nodded, “Jeg vil prøve at lære engelsk, men kun hvis du prøver at lære dansk også.” Although she wasn’t sure what exactly he said, she registered his nod as acceptance and glanced away from him, almost appearing awkward, “Cool, cool… Thanks, dude. I appreciate that.”

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Translations:

"Hej, ikke så stram! Slap af, lille. Jeg mener ikke nogen skade!" = "Hey, not so tight! Calm down, small one. I don't mean any harm!"

"Slip mig lige nu, ellers klikker jeg på alle disse strenge." = "Release me right now, or else I'll snap all of these strings"

"Hvorfor betyder det noget, hvis jeg har et navn? Jeg er død." = "Why does it matter if I have a name? I'm dead."

"Tænk ikke engang på det." = "Don't even think about it."

"Skal jeg?" = "Do I have to?"

"Men... Du ville være alene da, og børn bør ikke rejse alene." = "But... You would be alone then and children should not travel alone."

"Jeg vil også gå. Når du kommer sikkert hjem, forlader jeg og vender tilbage til min dam." = "I want to go too. When you get home safely, I'll leave and return to my pond."

"Fortæl mig, hvor jeg skal hen." = "Tell me where I'm going."

“Jeg hedder Draug.” = “My name is Draug.”

“Draug. Jeg er Draug.” = “Draug. I’m Draug.”

“Det er.” = “It is.”

“Krig?... Dit navn er krig?” = “War… Your name is War?”

“Jeg vil prøve at lære engelsk, men kun hvis du prøver at lære dansk også.” = “I will try to learn English, but only if you try to learn Danish too.”