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Fireside: A Sirius Black Christmas Oneshot

Happy holidays, loves! Here is a gift for my Sirius Black friends. Tumblr exclusive for now, probably cross-posted to my AO3 and Wattpad eventually.

A few warnings— it’s EXPLICIT smut. 18+ interaction only, please.

It’s a Sirius x You (fem-reader) fic, but you have a House. It was necessary for the plot. Hopefully you are House-flexible or can be for the next 6k+ words.

Get warm and cozy and enjoy… and please let me know what you think… reblogs are much appreciated, as are likes and comments. I love chatting with readers and fellow Sirius lovers.

You stood at the doorway to Number Twelve with your heart beating wildly against your chest. Harry and the other students had left for second term just a few short hours ago, with the Weasleys close behind. They were giving Arthur the chance to continue his recovery at the Burrow, hoping to speed his efforts with the comforts of home rather than the sullen, dreary darkness of Grimmauld Place. At least that’s what you’d overheard in their whispers after last night’s dinner, which had followed the last meeting of the Order for the year.

The whispers, of course, were for the benefit of the one inhabitant of the house who wasn’t granted the choice of leaving. No matter how dark and dreary, no matter how much his spirits needed lifting. And they certainly seemed to need lifting last night. As soon as the meeting had adjourned, Sirius Black retreated upstairs with nary a goodbye. Harry had seemed disappointed at this. It was only natural he’d want to soak up every minute possible with his godfather before returning to Hogwarts. But Black had fallen prey to another “fit of the sullens,” as Molly liked to label them with a disapproving shake of her head.

You understood those types of fits all too well, having suffered your own tragedies throughout the Wizarding Wars, as well as typical adolescent heartaches and disappointments that seemed to continue into your early adult years too. Maybe you simply took things too seriously. Life just seemed to come easy to more carefree witches and the wizards that worshiped them. You’d heard stories that Sirius Black himself used to fall into that lighthearted, devil-may-care category many years ago. But he’d experienced unimaginable darkness, and you knew the last thing he needed was to hide away alone, even if he fought you tooth and nail over it.

With a sharp intake of breath, you broke through the warded door with charms meant only for official gatherings of the Order. You prayed to the gods that there wasn’t some terrible punishment for doing so. You sighed with relief when you were greeted only by the eerie silence of cold, dark air— which was a sound unto itself, strange as that seemed. The familiar dank smell filled your nostrils, but it didn’t bother you. It simply set the ambience of a home filled with magic and mystery and stories, dreaded though some of them may be. The walls were alive with history, and there was something intriguingly romantic about the place, if you were honest. You knew the man you were about to encounter would adamantly disagree and would probably throw you out on your arse for thinking so. You’d be sure to keep your strange admiration for the place to yourself for a while, at least until he warmed up to you a bit.

That could take awhile indeed, you thought grimly. Rather than start on such a task right away, you chose to descend to the kitchen and make yourself a calming cup of tea. Perhaps a drop or two of schnapps for some liquid courage were in order also. As the kettle warmed, you made your way to the flocked tree in the rear of the kitchen and smiled as you studied the ornaments there. Sirius himself had conjured and crafted most of them just days earlier, when he’d been noticeably more joyful. The anticipation of Christmas had lifted him out of his funk, and he’d been determined to replace his family’s fancy heirloom ornaments with much more colorful, animated, and exciting ones. You enjoyed examining them while you waited for the kettle to whistle. They were a glimpse into his true self— the fun, whimsical side you always heard about in tales from the older Order members.

You’d seen that side a bit in your interactions with him so far. He had a certain glint in his eye as he teased you for your lack of coordination, which coincidentally had landed you in his lap one evening when you’d hooked the toe of your boot unceremoniously under the crossbar of the wooden kitchen bench.

“I- I’m so sorry,” you had stammered, your face painfully hot. He’d caught you with an arm scooped under your back.

“I’m not,” he’d quipped back with a glimmer in his blue gray eyes. And he’d given your thigh a couple quick pats with his large palm, just fatherly enough that you weren’t quite sure if he saw you as a cute, clumsy, overgrown kid— or something a bit sexier, as that glimmer in his eye along with his comment might have suggested.

Subsequent meetings were difficult after that fateful fall. You couldn’t stop your eyes from straying in his direction. In spite of his scraggly, unkept stubble and perhaps accelerated aging from Azkaban, he was undoubtedly a beautiful man. The Black family genetics were famous for a reason. Their symmetry and grace, smooth skin, full and shiny hair, and silky, aristocratic voices were mesmerizing. It was no wonder they drifted toward the Dark Arts; with gifts like that, they could clearly coerce lesser mortals into doing anything.

Sirius was made only more handsome by the tattoos that covered the previews of skin he revealed— a sexy “fuck you” to the house, the Black family line, and anyone who may chide him for daring to be different. You admired the confidence his swaths of ink portrayed, and each passing meeting made you yearn to study them up close. For academic purposes, of course. Continuing education in Ancient Runes. Field work.

“Do you not take sugar in your tea?”

The voice was quite light and innocent, but it startled you so much you spilled said tea straight through the holes of your wool sweater.

“Fuck!” you hissed. “You scared me, Black.”

He smiled and strode behind you, reaching around your front to grasp a kitchen rag that hung from the lower cupboard handle. He spun you around with hands on your upper arms and promptly began absorbing the spill. Of course he could have taken care of it with a mere wand wave. Interesting that he chose the more manual route.

“I scared you?” Sirius mused. “And to think you’re the one breaking and entering and stealing my tea. Which, strangely, you’re sipping black at the moment. Is this because you don’t know where to find the proper accompaniments, or are you simply that odd?”

“Simply that odd, I’m afraid,” you admitted, leaning back against the wooden counter with legs outstretched. “I like it black. Enjoy the flavor.”

This was met with a slightly arched eyebrow, but he recovered quickly and reached around you again to grab his own mug.

“I prefer it quite sweet, and loaded with cream, personally,” Sirius commented, voice still maddeningly silky and light. It tickled over your eardrums like a melody. His tongue snaked out as he tilted the mug to his lips and slurped.

“Don’t you Blacks have to attend some finishing school before you’re sent to Hogwarts?” you teased him. “Don’t they teach you not to slurp there?”

Sirius didn't miss a beat. “You’ll find I’m a bit of a dog, darling. I’m rather noisy and messy with my mouth.”

That rush of heat filled your cheeks again, and you found yourself trembling a little with adrenaline at how quickly things had escalated. Or did they? The conversation was quite innocent, on a service level. Perhaps your building desire for him had you reading things that weren’t there. You decided to change the subject and try to calm your racing blood.

“You seem quite a bit… happier… than the other day,” you offered as he continued to enjoy his tea. “Did you have a nice day today?”

Sirius seemed to snort. “I had a fucking awful day. How could I have anything but in a place like this?”

“I’m sure it’s not so bad, with the right company,” you pointed out nervously, suddenly scared you might piss him off enough that he’d order you to leave.

“I’ve had nothing but company for weeks,” he replied. “It can help, I suppose. But I’m still trapped.”

You weren’t quite sure what to say to this, so you busied yourself with your own mug, roving the kitchen slowly to avoid eye contact while you plotted where to go next.

“Is that why you’re here?” Sirius continued softly. “Do you believe you’re the ‘right company?’” His expression seemed skeptical.

You shrugged shakily. “I— I dunno. I guess I just thought… you shouldn’t be alone. I… I like being alone occasionally. But you… you don’t really seem like that type.”

“Not a bit,” he agreed. “But it’s not just about the company. It’s about experiences. And I’ve experienced everything there is to do here. Millions of miserable times over.”

You bit your lip, knowing you could never be so bold as to suggest novel experiences he might try. You were pretty sure he hadn’t had many of those— if any— within these walls. Not with multitudes of pureblood portraits staring him down. Of course he very well could have fooled around with pureblood girls here growing up, right? Just because he wasn’t a supremacist like his forebears didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy a dip in the pureblood pool from time to time.

“So,” he continued, addressing you by your name as he crept closer, step by step. “What experiences are you bringing with your company? How will you keep me from being bored?” His eyebrows arched and narrowed adorably with his words as he challenged you.

He stopped just short of invading your space, so you could still view him easily from head to toe. He wore a thick velvet robe in deep burgundy overtop a black and green pinstripe shirt that was honestly a bit… Slytherin-like, when taken in isolation. Perhaps he hadn’t invested in a new wardrobe upon his return and simply relied on the house’s contents. But it suited him nonetheless— this regal contrast of the two houses adorned with his double Albert chain and shiny brown dress shoes. Of course the colors were befitting the season as well, a reminder that Christmas joy still lingered in the air, if one looked for it. You imagined that the house once saw splendid Christmas feasts— glittering, elegant affairs filled with firelight and extravagance as the Wizarding World’s upper crust filled every floor. Personally you enjoyed picturing something more intimate, more cozy, within those old walls.

“Let’s light a fire,” you suggested, setting your teacup down and leading the way to the parlor.

Sirius scoffed behind you but followed nonetheless. “Why would we do that? The entirety of the house is under a warming charm, darling.”

“Hogwarts has fires in the common rooms, does it not? They were nice.”

“Nice, but obviously unnecessary,” he continued practically.

“You need some actual warmth in this place,” you insisted, setting to work lighting the floo. “The kind of warmth that feels good on the inside too. Comfort. A glow.”

“You’re a Hufflepuff, aren’t you?” Sirius asked with a snicker, reclining in a large, faded velvet armchair. He spread his legs in a wide slouch, and you couldn’t help but gaze downward at the movement. Thick, ribbed corduroy slacks hugged thin legs and tapered down to fine silk socks, above which you saw the faintest glimpse of pale skin and dark hair.

“What does my house matter?” you returned in a non-answer. The fire roared to life in the large black marble, and instead of joining him in the companion armchair, you chose to settle on the rug right in front of the flames. Your skin was already on fire, of course, from the turn-on of his earlier proximity and banter. But the added warmth felt nice, and you hugged your knees to your chest.

“Your house doesn’t matter,” he agreed. Just simply a guess. Now, what about that experience you’re going to offer me? Still waiting for an answer on that one.” Sirius rested an elbow on the chair arm, his fingers toying with the ends of his long mustache where it met the unruly stubble on his chin.

“Come down here with me. This is an experience,” you responded, patting the empty space next to you on the rug. It was thick and smooth, richly woven, and of course very expensive. You could feel thick loops of fine threads beneath your fingers as you traced its intricate pattern.

“Sitting by a fire?” Sirius asked incredulously. But he did make a move to join you, settling down in the spot you indicated and then shifting closer. His robe brushed the sleeve of your sweater, and he made no move to back away.

“Well, what kind of experience did you have in mind?” you shot back.

Sirius shrugged innocently, eyes twinkling in the dim light. “No idea, love. You’re the one who showed up on my doorstep, remember? Don’t you have a plan for these things? Or are they spontaneous? Maybe you’re a Gryffindor then?”

You gave a small smile, refusing to answer the question. Instead you studied the details of his face you’d never noticed from afar, features augmented by the dancing shadows of light. He had a very well defined facial muscle that gave an intermittent sexy twitch. And another defined crease on the underneath of his nose that made you curious if you had one; you had always just envisioned it to be smooth. But most magnificent was the way the firelight bounced off of every soft curl — a bountiful dark mahogany crown that would be the envy of any woman alive. You longed to run your hands through it, betting it was even more luxurious than the tapestry rug beneath your increasingly aroused bottom half.

“I’m beginning to feel rather exposed,” Sirius declared, amused. “I don’t think I’ve ever been examined in such detail before. Is this for ‘science,’ as the Muggles say?”

You cleared your throat nervously. “Uh, yes. Wizarding genetics, I guess. You’re just very… impressive.” You winced at the terrible recovery.

Sirius responded with a sweep of a tattooed hand over your cheek. “I’m flattered, coming from a witch as exquisite as yourself. Not to mention young. I believe I have quite a few years on you, yes?”

Your heartbeat was painfully audible as you tried to craft an answer. His fingers still explored your face, alternating with occasional twists of an adjacent lock of your hair. Each sweep of his skin over yours seemed to make your veins tremble.

You truly didn’t know how to respond. Your Muggle friend had once informed you that the term for your specific brand of fixation was “daddy kink,” but you weren’t sure admitting that would do you any favors. You liked how his touch was so self-assured, and the richness of his scent, and how he always knew what to say without hesitation. You liked how the hard lines of his face and hands denoted strength and experience. And you liked how he made you feel small and fragile and protected just by being near you. You wished you could tell him all that without sounding ridiculous. But you were fairly certain you were already communicating it with your parted lips, panting breath, and love-drunk eyes.

“You are going to make my night interesting after all, aren’t you, little one?” Sirius husked, and the bud between your legs danced frantically up and down in response. How did he know to call you that? Your eyes closed with the dizziness of your anticipation, and the hand that had drifted so gently over your cheek now rested fully on your throat. His scent became even more pronounced, alerting you to his closeness just before his mustache tickled your upper lip in the briefest of warnings.

The kiss he gave you was chaste and just enough for you to learn the shape of his lips before he pulled away.

“If you don’t want this, you need to tell me,” Sirius said, his voice low as it drifted directly across your ear. “I’ll stop if you ask me to— at any point. But this is the only asking I’ll be doing myself. Once I begin, you’ll find I’m far too busy to stop and check in.”

His forehead rested gently on yours, his deep blue eyes smoky in the dim light.

“Busy doing what?” you whispered— half teasingly, half desperate for the fire between your legs to be stoked by all the dirty things he would promise.

Sirius chuckled lowly. “You like dirty talk, little one?”

Your affirmative answer came as a whimper, which elicited another devilish chuckle from his lips.

“Very well,” he said silkily. He punctuated the words with another firm kiss on your lips, this time allowing the very tip of his tongue to trace the outline of the bottom one before planting light kisses along your jawline to your earlobe. He paused there, allowing a breath to tickle your ear before he spoke.

“I am going to make every part of your body come alive, as if I cast a spell. But there will be no wand— only my hands, my mouth, my voice. I will make your delicious cunt so wet it will be weeping for my cock. Then I will bury it in you so deep you scream… so loud you’ll wake every portrait in this house and make them curse your sweet, beautiful name. You will ride my cock for as many mind-numbing orgasms as your body can handle, then I will take my pleasure and fill you so full of my seed that it trickles down these soft, smooth thighs all day long tomorrow. You’ll feel it and remember me, and you’ll want it all over again.”

Sirius accompanied his filthy murmurings with firm strokes to your inner thigh, hand already buried inside your skirt. You let out an almost agonized groan in response— all intelligible communication now impossible. Your body literally shook just from his promises, and you knew the look you gave him as he came to a kneel on the rug was one of complete and utter submission.

His hands came beneath your head to cradle it, hands swept in the tangle of your hair as kisses became more insistent, open-mouthed, and allowed you taste the salt and firewhisky on his breath. His tongue explored in gentle licks followed by long sweeps of your mouth, as if it was truly a mission to discover inner parts of you and not just kissing.

You became eager for his hands to move elsewhere, but they still held your head still for his mouth to continue its wicked work. His kisses made your head spin, but the rest of your body felt in heat and neglected. You came to your knees yourself, hands introducing themselves to the sturdy velvet of his jacket, your legs making a move to straddle one of his trousered thighs. He let out a low laugh.

“So eager,” he chastised. “I’m the one who hasn’t shagged in fourteen years, yet I’m the one demonstrating all the patience.”

“I want you!” you defended yourself breathlessly, not even caring if you sounded desperate now. You just needed relief, and to have this wizard covering every inch of you.

“Ah, there it is. The answer I needed to my question,” he said with a wink. “You needed to give me permission, you know.”

“You have it,” you insisted, and as a visual aid to your words, you took the initiative to shrug out of your own sweater. Your breasts swelled over the cups of your lacy, favorite-colored bra. You noticed Sirius became strangely still at the sight, his mouth parting.

“Fucking beautiful,” he managed to mutter, and he cast his own robe aside to free his movement as he reclined you both onto the rug. His fingers gently slid one strap from your shoulder, replacing it with his mouth and soft whiskers. The detailed attention he paid to a spot as random as your shoulder reminded you of his promise to awaken every part of your body. Sirius planned to make every cell literally beg.

His kisses danced across your collarbone in a similar fashion, tended to the next shoulder, then came to center on your pulse point, where he began a gentle suction. You let out a cry at this and took the chance to enjoy his gorgeous, thick curls while he worked his mouth on your upper body’s most sensitive spot.

“I’m going to have wicked marks if you keep doing that,” you teased with a whisper. Sirius’s nose brushed your earlobe as he went for the other side, sucking the sensitive skin beneath like he was starving.

“Good,” he finally broke to whisper back. “And your neck’s not the only spot I plan to mark you.” He added teeth to the mix now, grazing lightly over your throbbing pulse. Would he bite? Would you even care if he did? But he only threatened such before moving lower, working your arms out of the dangling bra straps to reveal your breasts to him. His breath caught in his chest as he appreciated them with his eyes first before cupping them hard, one in each hand. His rough thumbs drove your nipples into peaks, watching each little bump emerge with fascination.

You observed him with a smile, arms leaned back behind you to prop you up for his amusement. You realized of course that it had been over a decade since he’d played with such toys, and though your body was humming for more, you granted him his boy-like fun. Sirius alternated between circling your nipples into painfully hard peaks and kneading your breasts like dough before finally suckling the left into his mouth. The action caused your eyes to roll back in your head. This wizard knew what he was doing. It was more than just taking the soft, pliable tissue into his mouth— he created a firm, merciless suction whose movements echoed between your thighs in violent waves. Your legs parted reflexively, and you grabbed his hand, encouraging it down to feel your burning heat.

“Please touch me,” you begged. “I’m so wet for you.”

Sirius responded to this with a hungry growl, releasing your breast to reveal brand new marks as promised. He gave the other another very rough squeeze before grabbing at your skirt, ripping it downward. He sent it hurling away, narrowly missing the fire. The rip of lace echoed through the air as your knickers followed.

“Am I supposed to walk home with no knickers tomorrow?” you mused above the noisy kisses he planted to the soft skin of your stomach.

“You’re not going home tomorrow,” he replied quickly. “And you’ll be naked all day. And you certainly won’t be walking by the time I’m finished with you.”

“Oh, so you— you like it rough then?” you asked between gasps, shuddering as his fingers traced the tops of your inner thighs, which opened to the hot breaths drifting over your sex.

“Not always,” he answered, grinning up at you from between your parted legs. “But the Black family genetics extend to other endowments as well. In both size and stamina. Even sweeter lovemaking can lend itself to the need for pain potions, love. Do you still consent?”

You licked your lips and lowered your eyes, feeling them burn with sultry want. “I thought you weren’t going to ask anymore?”

“Gryffindor chivalry,” he dismissed with an adorable pursing of his lips. “It’s a curse sometimes.”

“Yes, I consent,” you answered with a grin of your own. “But before you touch me like I asked, I want you out of those clothes. I need to see this endowment of which you speak.”

Sirius sat up and gave your thighs a swift tap before closing them. Your own wetness was dripping onto them at this point, and you could smell sex on the air already.

“You don’t believe me?” he inquired with raised brows.

“Well, you know, Gryffindors are fond of bragging…”

Sirius let out a deep laugh. “So I can assume you’re not a Gryffindor, then, with a comment like that.” He stood and began disrobing, his thumbs drifting over the buttons of the dark green shirt. Each tattoo he revealed made you salivate. He wore a thick, shiny belt buckle now displayed over a prominent bulge in his trousers, and you imagined he was growing quite uncomfortable in there.

“Still not telling you my house,” you replied, shifting your closed legs from one side to the other as you watched your strip show, offering him tantalizing glimpses of your cunt and arse but never separating your thighs for a full view. Sirius never took his eyes off of you, and when his trousers swiftly lowered, you were greeted by the surprise of no underwear— followed by the thick, glorious inches of a very hard, uncut, pureblood cock on display. Your jaw dropped open.

“Already opening up for me?” Sirius commented silkily. “Good girl.”

You nodded, ready to have your mouth fucked speechless if that’s what he wanted. But Sirius seemed to have other plans, pouncing back on you in under a second. He parted your legs almost violently, his face voracious as he plunged his nose into your soaking wetness to inhale before licking furiously.

“Oh, fucking gods!” you moaned, arching into his frenzied movements. He was truly very noisy and beast-like with his mouth, as he’d warned. His tongue alternated between flat, all-encompassing licks across your entire slit, and tiny, strong, targeted flicks around your bud. He approached your sensitive, nerve-filled opening with his tongue in a stiff point, swirling it around to beckon wetness from you in droves.

“I’m fucking drowning you down there,” you moaned, arching your back against the soft rug.

“I told you I like loads of sweet cream,” Sirius responded with a murmur. “Keep it coming, love. Soak my face.”

His tongue rammed your g-spot now, his whole stubbled face buried in your cunt. Your smell filled the hot air and was so sexy you wanted some yourself. Sirius seemed in tune with your needs because his fingers found your hole as his tongue drifted upward to concentrate on your swollen bud again.

“Let me taste your fingers,” you whispered.

“So you do like sugar and cream after all?” he chuckled before obliging with a rather rough shove of his soaked digits into your mouth. His wet stubble scratched your face as his words sought your ear. “Or maybe you’re just a very dirty girl.”

You sucked the delicious sweet-salty combo from Sirius’s fingers, offering kitten licks, strong suction, and previews of all the things he could expect once that glorious cock was in your mouth. His hand found its place within your slit again and began purposeful movements, the back of his palm massaging your clit as his fingers found the g-spot again, kneading the spongy, swollen tissue.

“Please fuck me,” you begged. “I need your cock.”

“Oh yeah?” he mused delicately, leveling his heady eyes to yours. “You don’t like what my fingers are doing to you, darling?”

“I love it,” you panted. “But I’m gonna come!”

“Then come, sweetheart. You can still come on my cock. Promise.” Sirius’s hand picked up its pace so any resistance was hopeless. His mouth returned to your neck to secure you in place as the waves took over your body, your whole frame convulsing in one giant shake after another with your beautiful release against his hand. Sirius’s wet mouth closed over yours, his tongue invading as he situated his warm, taut body between your legs. Your bud was still tingling with aftershocks when he touched the head of his cock to it, angling for pressure.

His girthy shaft sought its spot between your glistening lower lips, hips driving the thick tip up against the underside of your clit, and his hard, veiny surface sliding against your still swollen vulva. Sirius wasn’t going to let the pressure ease for even a minute, making sure to build another climax even stronger than the first for his cock to work you through.

“Inside me, please!” you breathed into his mouth.

“I think you can come just like this, darling,” he argued. “Don’t you?” The ridge of his cockhead massaged your clit furiously with his back and forth, and your body gushed messily all over his shaft. Your nails made deep half moons in his tattooed shoulders.

“Y— yes, I can come for you.” You arched up to grind into his impossibly hard length, seeking the rhythm and friction you needed to push over the edge. It required wild gyration and complete abandonment of any self consciousness. Your breasts bounced against his chest, and you clung so tightly to him to ground yourself that your nose was buried in his curls, smelling his animalic musk.

You screamed as you reached peak again, the tremors tinier this time but still exquisite. Exhausted, you fell limply to the rug and took him with you, giving grateful caresses to the smooth skin of his back. Of course you were still aware of his inches throbbing against your thigh, and you knew you had to summon more energy if you were going to give Sirius the satisfaction he needed. The man hadn’t lain with a woman in nearly a decade and a half, and you wanted his cock thoroughly and ecstatically drained. You’d be lying, though, if your twice-satisfied cunt wasn’t worried about such a massive invasion. Your gratitude for the blissful, explosive orgasms aside— you kind of wish he’d honored your request and fucked you when you were swollen, open, and on fire.

Sirius raised himself on his elbows, gazing down at you with a lazy smile.

“You’re really fucking beautiful, you know that, Slytherin girl?”

You blinked and jumped. “What?”

Sirius gnawed at his lip and continued to grin, deep blue eyes sparkling. “You heard me.”

“What makes you say that?” you demanded. “You haven’t even guessed Ravenclaw yet!”

“You let me fuck you way too dumb to be a ‘Claw, and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he pointed out. “I’ve had my fair share of Ravenclaw witches, and they never quite know when to shut up, Merlin love them.”

“Hey, Slytherins are smart too,” you said with a narrowed brow before you could stop yourself.

Sirius gave a hard smack to your arse before pulling you onto your side, his erection buried in your stomach. You laid breasts to chest, feet and legs entangled, faces flush.

“Tell me,” he said with a slight scowl. “How did they let another Slytherin into the Order? Do they not have standards anymore?”

“Oh, fuck you, Black,” you muttered.

“You’re still doing that, darling, don’t worry. No slithering your way out of that one. You know I’m just trying to rile you up and get you going again so you can handle my cock. Maybe a hate-fuck would be a nice game, now that our alliances are on the table? Would you like that?” His fingers tickled down your ribs and hips before finding the triangle he sought, just his fingertips easing lower to scissor your bud.

“Our ‘alliances’ are the same, you prick,” you laughed, accepting his fingers with an approving arch of your hips.

“Yes, but this new tidbit makes it so much more fun,” he insisted. “You’ve delivered on that new experience I wanted. A fine Christmas present indeed.”

“So this is your first time with a Slytherin?” you asked, doing nothing to hide your pride at that possibility.

“Virgin,” Sirius confirmed with a nod. “As if twelve years in Azkaban didn’t revirginize me enough, this makes it official. Now, show me what I’ve been missing.” He collapsed rather dramatically on the rug, hand behind his head, curls strewn about the intricate paisley pattern. His body was breathtaking— glowing in the firelight, each turn of muscle accentuated by shadow, each tattoo taking turns in the spotlight with the maneuver of flames. And at the center of the beauty was that cock, which hadn’t lost a bit of wind with this latest reveal of information. A generous leak of precum glistened at the tip, and you lowered your mouth to drink it in, your hair tickling his thighs. The first taste left you craving more, and your mouth slid over his huge shaft like a sleeve, locking him in your throat. You heard a grunt of shock escape his mouth.

“Fuck, that was fast,” Sirius groaned.

You eased off of him teasingly, lips forming an up and down suction which you accompanied with twists of your hand. He tasted positively feral yet clean and refined, just as you would have imagined. His tip leaked loads into your mouth, feeling like it would burst at any second if it weren’t for his exceptional control.

“Mmm… you taste good, Black,” you moaned approvingly. “Almost good enough that I’d settle for your load in my mouth if I didn’t want you to fuck my pussy so badly.”

“On your knees, fucking snake cunt,” he ordered with a wink, the fact that it was a game unmistakable. You gave one long, final suck up his shaft and gave a squeeze to his balls, drawing another deep groan from him.

In an instant Sirius’s hands were in your hips, holding you in place while his dripping head found your center. He was right— the banter had you on fire again, and your swollen walls took every inch of him as he pushed inside without hesitation.

“Ahhhh!” you cried out, unable to help yourself. His hips were a frenzy, abandoning every bit of his previous control now that he was within your tightness. Your breasts bounced in mad circles with the force of his pounding, and sure enough, you could hear the portraits stirring down the hall from the primal noises the two of you made.

“Oh, Sirius, yes,” you breathed, enjoying the repeated raking of his tip, ridge, and underside along your spongy, swollen front wall. He knew just how much to drag back and surge forward, never breaking the rhythm you needed to build to another crest in a matter of minutes. His chest was sweaty when it made contact with your back, and he occasionally dropped open-mouthed kisses to the skin of your shoulder blades with his forward surges. Every so often he broke his rigid support on the rug to squeeze your breasts, kneading them so tightly you knew you’d have bruises for weeks.

“Feel good, love?” he husked, and you knew he knew full well you were beyond good. His ego just wanted to hear it.

“Yes, Sirius. Fuck yes. Please come inside me.”

And it was truly your foremost want in that moment — to fill his hot cum paint your insides and have the satisfaction of giving him what he’d needed for so long. He renewed his lock tight grip on your hips and granted your request, resuming the pounding of your g-spot but faster now, the friction very much for his benefit— with yours as a mere pleasant side effect.

“Fuck, yes, I’m gonna fill you so full,” he promised breathily. “And you better come for me again. You better scream.”

You reached around to toy with your clit and make sure you obeyed his command, but he swatted your hand away and replaced it with his own, his fingers taking on a rhythm to match his snapping hips. All you could do was let out a long stream of moans and buck furiously in return, knowing that chasing your own pleasure would only increase his. His escalated moans confirmed he was approaching release, and you grinned as you picked up the pace even more feverishly, wanting to torture it out of him.

“Fucking GODS!!!” Sirius yelled, and he emptied into you with one hot jet after another, so much it ran right back out over his trembling cock. You kept your pace even after his cock stilled, the added lubricant from his release making easy work of your movements. The thought of being filled with him made your orgasm deliciously hot and dirty as your walls burned with pain and need. Sirius recovered enough to resume the pace of his fingers on your clit, and you spilled over the edge, lurching forward in a series of shakes that wracked your entire body.

You fell forward onto your belly, a mess dripping from your insides, your muscles and bones useless, your skin bruised. It was every way you should feel after a proper fuck. Your brain positively hummed with endorphins, and you breathed in the deliciousness of your combined sex on the air. You could hear Sirius struggling to regain his breath behind you, and you knew he looked sexy as fuck back there. But you were too exhausted to lift yourself up and look.

You weren’t even sure how much time had passed when you felt his arms encircle you, along with the cold rush of air as he lifted you from the warmth of the rug. He wasn’t a huge man, though you’d heard from other Order members that he was considerably stronger now than when he’d escaped the sea prison two years ago. He carried you easily up multiple twists of stairs until you reached a Gryffindor red room on the very top level. Then Sirius nestled you gingerly into a brightly colored duvet.

“Will you be able to sleep with this much red, or should I move you to the green room next door?” he asked dryly, shuffling his naked body next to yours and leaving you little choice in the matter.

“Well, it is Christmastime,” you reminded him sleepily. “The two play rather nicely together right now.”

Sirius responded by nuzzling into your shoulder, his whiskers scratching tiny red prickles into your skin.

#orderofthephoenix #older sirius black #post azkaban sirius #gary oldman #sirius black x you #sirius black one shot #sirius black x y/n #smut #christmas smut #sirius black smut #sirius black imagine #oneshot #grimmauld place

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thescarletnargacuga · 2 months

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REV THEORY

A RACEWAY AU SHOWTIME SONGFIC

A/N:feelin a bit spicyyyy 🔥🔥🔥

WARNING: INCREDIBLY SUGGESTIVE

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"You want to do what?" Caine did a double take. There's no way he heard her correctly.

They had just finished their daily race, but Pomni was still fired up. "I said, I want to go again...in your kart."

"You want to use MY kart...on an OFFICIAL track...alone?" Caine tugged at his collar.

"Yes." Pomni said with a smirk. "Hold onto this for me, would you?" She tossed her hat at him.

Caine caught it. "...what are y-?" There was no way she knew-

"Testing a theory." She stepped closer. "Now, are we doing this or not?"

Caine almost couldn't snap, his hand was trembling so much. "Y-yeah!" He gulped. "Have fun out there."

Caine's kart appeared in a flash. The start line lights up, ready to begin a race. Pomni added a sway to her hips as she climbed into the kart. Her face spelled trouble as she settled into the seat.

The kart started itself with a roar. Caine blushed out of embarrassment with how loud it was.

Pomni traced her fingers up the steering wheel and gripped it's hold. "Can you feel that?" She grinned at Caine. "You better hold on. This one's about to get bumpy."

Caine immediately went the darkest shade of red possible. She knew.

Pomni gave a low chuckle as the lights counted down, strongly revving the kart.

Chills went through Caine's entire body. His grip on his cane tightened. The look on Pomni's face nearly dropped him from the air.

She took off perfectly from the start line the moment it went green. Gold fire blasted from the tailpipes as the tires screamed for traction.

Caine wasn't in control, but he felt every move Pomni made. Without distraction, the race rush coursing through his code gives him a sense of euphoria in a way he's never experienced.

She's a ten, hellbent, I'm in heaven tonight

Pomni drifted through a turn.

Six speed, sex scene playin' out in my mind

Caine braced himself against the start line support.

One look, I'm hooked, motor runnin'

Rev'd up, my heart startin' pumpin'

Are you ready for the best damn ride of your life?

Pomni hit a double booster through a massive spiral.

Give me a hell

Give me a yeah

Stand up right now!

Caine's eyes rolled. His knees shook. His grip on Pomni's hat tightened.

And give me a hell

Give me a yeah

Stand up right now!

Pomni maneuvered through a wavy part of the track expertly, slamming the gas on the straightaway.

Get ready to go!

She ain't movin' slow!

She's takin' control!

Pushin' the pedal through the floor!

I'm beggin' for more!

You better hold on tight!

Caine slid down the support pole, his back to it as he sat on the ground. He couldn't fly. He couldn't focus. His breathing getting hot and heavy, he loosens his tie.

Pomni shifted gears and rocketed through a jump.

Got a taste, can't be saved, I'm a junkie for life

Caine groaned. His mind completely fogged.

She fuels my fire and adrenaline high

Pomni pushed the kart harder with a golden item boost AND a lane boost.

My need for speed's got me gunnin'

One touch, she screams, "Keep it comin'!"

Pomni cheered as she drove on an inverted track.

Are you ready for the best damn ride of your life?

Caine's coat slipped off his shoulders. He couldn't bear to wear it in this heat. His code was going mad.

Give me a hell

Give me a yeah

Stand up right now!

And give me a hell

Give me a yeah

Stand up right now!

Caine's body trembled as he squeezed his knees together. A gutteral moan was choked out of him when he felt his kart do a high fly jump and Pomni made it do a trick.

Get ready to go!

She ain't movin' slow!

She's takin' control!

Pushin' the pedal through the floor!

I'm beggin' for more!

You better hold on tight!

Caine bit down on his own hand in an attempt to curb the sounds that kept escaping him. Pomni was driving him closer to the edge with every turn. His back arched when Pomni drifted through the tightest corner on the track, making him whimper.

Pomni heard a soft noise come through on the kart's radio. She chuckled, her suspicions were fully confirmed.

Almost home

Pomni intentionally adjusted herself in the seat.

Caine gasped, his cane topper glowing.

Pomni gripped the shifter and changed gears way harder than necessary.

Caine moaned loud enough to be heard clearly on the radio.

Give me a hell

Give me a yeah! hell yeah!

Stand up right now

And give me a hell

Give me a yeah

Stand up right now! right now!

"What was that, Caine? I can't hear you!" Pomni said in a teasing tone.

"Nothing! You're doing great! Keep going! Please!!" Caine could barely get his words out.

Give me a hell

Give me a yeah! yeah!

Stand up right now

And give me a hell

Give me a yeah! yeah!

Stand up right now! right now!

Pomni hit a banked turn at top speed. All the items on the track worked coincidentally in her favor.

Get ready to go!

She ain't movin' slow!

She's takin' control!

And pushin' the pedal through the floor!

I'm beggin' for more!

You better hold on tight!

Caine squirmed, cartoonish sweat pouring from his head. If he wasn't careful, he'd drool on himself. He could hear his kart racing back around. It was so close to the finish.

He gave one last ditch effort to focus and snapped his fingers. His hat vanished.

Give me a hell

Give me a yeah

Pomni smiled when she saw her last item. Caine's hat appeared in her hand. She knew what he wanted, and was more than happy to give it to him.

She put on the hat, but instead of a silvery red light, she was surrounded by a golden red light that blasted her ahead. She cried out with joy as she crossed the finish line.

And give me a hell

Give me a yeah

HELL

Caine saw stars as Pomni crossed the finish line. Sparks flew from his gold cane topper. "Pomni~", he weakly groaned as he felt fully satisfied by the completion of the single kart race.

Pomni came to a screeching halt. The kart steamed and hissed from being run harder than it ever had. She hopped out, still wearing Caine 's hat.

He was even more of a mess than she anticipated. "You okay?"

Caine couldn't see straight, his eyes rolled lazily in his mouth. "My dear... I've never been better in my entire existence." He slowly props himself up, leaning against the start line for support. "Now...since you've won, why don't I escort you to the winner's circle. You're due for a reward."

Pomni gripped Caine by his cummerbund and held him against her. "Take me away, Racemaster~"

He snapped, they vanished.

#Spotify #tw suggestive #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc fanfiction #tadc showtime #tadc caine #tadc pomni #the amazing digital raceway #tadc au #raceway au #showtime ship #showtime shipping #showtime fanfic #pomni x caine #caine x pomni

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deathbecomesthem · 9 days

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Living Dead Girl - Ch. 3 Bite Me, Please

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Vampire!Fem!Reader | wc: 3K

Warnings: This story is dark. Obsession. Blood. Violence. Death. Smut (side characters) Reader is psychically manipulated by our soulless creature of the night. This is a dark story with dark characters. It is a traditional vampire story and is firmly in the horror genre.

A/N: I will be finishing this story before Halloween. Stay tuned.

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The ground is cold, and so are you. Not that you can feel it. Your own blood is as cold as the dirt that surrounds your bed. Instead of the soft gauze canopy of your queen mattress, you stare at the silk lining inside the lid. No, not a bed, but this is a place for rest. A rest that never should end, so why are you awake?

Your mind is searching for things, what things, some things, any things. It’s slow, recalling and remembering. What you know is the hunger. The need drilling through you. You think about her – your mother – and if she chose the soft silk pillow that your head is resting upon, or if it came standard with the burial package you chose last year. The thought of her is somewhere in the foreground of your mind, wherever some semblance of consciousness remains. The forefront is occupied, a burning pain – a deep and aching hunger pain – is zipping through every part of your body. It’s so deep, deeper and any pain you could ever have experienced in the before time, when air moved through your lungs and blood pumped in your veins. The blood doesn’t flow now, the air doesn’t enter your deflated lungs – the hunger and need are the only things that remain.

You know you’re down low in a hole, at least six feet of loose dirt between you and open night air. You shouldn’t be able to, but you can hear peepers singing, and even the faint muffled hoot of an owl. You know the moon must be up, because so are you, and you’re going to get out of this soft silk prison before the moon fades in the presence of its master – the sun.

You run your fingers along the fabric overhead along a seam. Before that night by the river when your life was snuffed out in a lustful drink, your greatest fear was being trapped inside a small space unable to find a way out. Now though, you think about your hands and how strong they feel. It’s then, with your hand pressed against the seam in the cloth, that you know what your hands are capable of.

So you tear. And then you push – hard. You bring your elbow up to strike at the inside of the lid of your casket. You know you’re deep in the earth, but you also know that a few feet of dirt and the wood of this casket are the only things standing between you and that meal your body is desperate for. Every passing second, the hunger pains burn more. You need to be out of the ground before this night is over.

This has never happened before. The stopping of the blood has always halted the connection leaving his mind to itself again. This is the time he reconnects with himself, or at least the pale visage of the man he once was. His living self hidden deep inside the husk of his body. With the hunger satiated, he can enjoy things without the constant pain and need throbbing inside his gut. He can focus on the other things in existence that he desires, his friends, music, and the books. Oh, the books are his favorite. The walls of his chapel are lined with them, and his friends bring him more to devour at least once a month. It’s his favorite collection.

Right now, though, he’s awoken with the taste of dirt in his mouth, and a sense of emptiness like he’s never felt before. Except for that one time – when he was becoming. He shouldn’t need the blood yet, it’s only been three days since he tilted your head and let his teeth sink into you. Since he lapped at your beautiful neck and drank down your life. Your sacrifice should last longer. A part of him was sad to see your pale skin in the light of the moon. You had given yourself to him so completely, it felt something like love. He had felt the loss of you, but it faded away while his strength returned to him. So why, why is the pain of hunger whirling inside of him? No, not in his gut, but in his mind, a distant ache that is crying out to him from somewhere else.

He's up and his feet hit the cement floor at a run. He can smell the blood in the air, and it’s not far. The familiar beating of a warm heart, the smell of fear. It’s you, you’re the inside of him, and he knows it now. The last one, and you’re so hungry. So very hungry. And full of rage.

Hours and hours of scratching and wading through the loose earth has only stolen even more of the humanity you may have had hiding somewhere deep inside. You can smell them. Blood and lust sneaking through open valleys in the dirt as you climb and scratch and wade. Them. Them. Them. Your fingers finally reach up and through the dirt into the open air. As you pull yourself out of your grave, it hits you hard in every part of your body. A cramp seizes you that gnawing ache. You’re famished. Starving. Your lips retreat as you bare your teeth and growl. The animal is fully awake.

The warm moist air licks across your cold cheek. The moon is hidden behind clouds tonight, but there’s enough light peeking through to show your dirt covered shroud. You recognize it, the yellow sundress. An 18th birthday gift from your mother that you wore once and threw in the back of your closet. Of course, on hearing of your death, she dug it out so she could force you to wear it in your grave. Well, you’re out now, and you strip the dress over your head, shaking the dirt out of your hair as you discard it over your shoulder. Now you can move freely towards the sounds of whispers and giggles nearby, and the smell of lusty blood pumping hot through veins.

Nose and ears lead your way through the tombstones. A needling thought when you were underground has turned into full knowledge. He’s here somewhere. The one that did this to you is somewhere close. He’s been pushed back in your mind by the hunger, but you can hear him. And he’s calling you to him. Your bloodlust is too strong, he has no power over you. You’re too strong, stronger than he is. You’ll deal with him later. He lied to you. He promised you forever. Forever. No, you can’t think about him right now, you can’t let him pull you away. Not with the gnawing need, the cramping ache in your gut, the answer to which is the couple currently pushed up against the side of the mausoleum at the end of the row in which you’re standing.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet for me. You want me to fuck you around all these dead bodies?” The moan that echoes out into the night air tells you that, yes, in face she does want to be fucked in this graveyard. The disrespect. It’s disgusting. It will be a mercy, justice for the souls that are found inside the old moss-covered building.

It’s perfect. Did they plan this, the way he has her pinned with her face pressed against the stone wall? An invitation for you. The blood pumping inside of them, moving in the same rhythm as their hips, causes your mouth to open like a cat smelling the air for its prey. He doesn’t notice your noiseless approach behind him. His bare ass is glowing in the moonlight while your breathless mouth moves to the side of his neck where his vein calls you. Begging for you to bite. To drink. Your teeth are so sharp now, you don’t know how or when they were brought to a sharp point, but your own tongue bleeds from the sharp edge of a canine.

“Fuuuuucccccckkkkk,” your teeth sink into his neck, the pain and fear causing his rhythm to stutter. Warm, thick, and full of sweet tasting desire, his blood coats the inside of your mouth and throat while you gulp and moan. You can’t stop the sound erupting form deep inside your chest, a satisfied growl.

“Ben, what’s wrong –“ the girl is trying to push the limp body of her boyfriend off her back, she’s fully pinned to the cool brick wall while you drink the life from his vein. You can smell her fear heightening, and you know it will sweeten her offering to you. The last suck at his jugular produces nothing more than a drop on your tongue, you snarl and shove his limp body to the ground.

He’s getting closer, you can feel him. His own rage being fueled by fear and uncertainty. He’s confused, yes, but he’s moving fast. You know it won’t be long. You focus your attention on the second course that stands in front of you. The girl with her pants around her knees. She tries for a quick break, stumbling pathetically over the lifeless form of her lover. She is screaming, yet it does not move you. You’re still so hungry, and she smells like dinner.

He can feel the blood racing down his throat, iron rich and warm, his own teeth are bared and snapping at the empty air as he races across the ground and leaps over headstones. The screaming, a girl, stops abruptly. He finally sees you, naked and covered in dirt. You let the body of a girl fall to the ground and it lands gently on another form. Another dead body. How is this possible?

He thinks he’ll be able to stop you, but when he reaches out for your bare shoulder, you snatch his hand, twisting the wrist at an unnatural angle. You turn to him, never letting go of his hand, even while he drops to his knees in pain. He takes in the sight of you, dirt stuck to your skin and matted in your hair. So much blood around your mouth and down your bare chest. Your only clothes a pair of cotton underwear, brown with a layer of dirt and blood.

A feral dog, he thinks, I’m gonna have to put her down. He doesn’t say the words out loud. The do not form on his lips and enter the world – but she hears them, nonetheless. He sees a flash of fear across her face and takes his chance, not questioning yet how she could hear the thoughts in his mind. He hears her thoughts, too, and knows she’s going to run. Far and fast, she’s filled to the brim with the life of these two laying on the ground beside him, and his strength has started to wane ever so slightly. He only had the one, and she’s currently standing in front of him looking like a rabid animal.

The thought of mesmerizing you, looking into your mind and connecting again, he knows would be pointless. It won’t work, or it’s already working, he isn’t sure. In that split second of thought, he decides, grabbing your hair at the root and shoving your head into the stone wall behind you. And again. One more time, until your limp body falls into his arms, and the wound at your temple oozes blood. She’ll heal soon enough, he reminds himself as he pulls you into his arms in the way a groom holds a bride when moving through the threshold, and races against the sunrise that’s started peeking through the trees.

The gnawing ache is gone; it’s been replaced by a splitting pain in your head. You try to extend your hand to touch the source of it, to press against it and hold your brain together, but your arm halts mid reach. You try again and find that, while you’re resting comfortably in a warm bed, your arms are shackled to the cement wall behind you. A flood of remembering happens in a flash. The casket. The digging that went on forever. The hunger. The blood filling your mouth and throat that satiated every need that you’ve ever felt in your entire life and death. And him. What had he done to you?

At the thought of Eddie, your nose picks up the scent of him. It’s everywhere. The room, it’s a basement you know from the coolness and the faint smell of mildew, reeks of him. The rage starts to simmer in your gut as he fills your senses. You know he’s not here, because you don’t hear him. Not in the air around you, not in your mind. Has he cut you out, somehow? Found a way to silence the noise of you. If he has, you’ll find a different way for him to hear you.

It’s his fault. You’re like this because of him. He took you. No – you can’t lie to yourself, not here in his space. You gave yourself to him because he promised. He said forever, but it was a lie. He didn’t mean that. He meant for as long as you drew breath into your lungs, as long as your heart continued to beat. That’s not forever, not for what you’ve become now.

You sit in that space, with the moon sneaking through the slit in the black curtains, and you wonder where he is. When he’ll be back. And you tug at the chains. Because you still have strength in you, Ben and the girl, their offering still sits inside like a fire burning bright. What a waste it would be to spend their offerings – their gifts – sitting in this basement alone. Eddie will pay for this.

He knows you’re awake. He can feel the chains snap against your wrists. It’s taking everything he has to stop you from seeing him. Seeing his mind. He has his headphones on tightly covering his ears. The sound of static is playing through the wires, and he hopes it’s enough. He needs to think dangerous when you can see inside of him.

It’s been years. He hasn’t had to worry about anything other than his next meal and hiding from the world. It’s been mostly easy. The town itself is robust. College students fill every corner of every space, the energy they bring into the atmosphere is electric. Eddie felt like he was drawn to this place. It’s been good to him. Sometimes when he really focuses, he can put his hand to the earth and feel something below calling to him. The living breathing world that feeds him what the blood cannot. A place in this world, however dark it must be.

You’re going to destroy that place. The delicate dance of careful consumption, the friendships he’s built and nurtured. The music, oh god, the music. From the first moment he learned he could enter into the minds of those around him, he’s learned so much about the living. The emotions deep inside of someone that no one else gets to know, except for him of course. He can see and feel. He can love through those explorations, something that is otherwise lost to him. When his fingers rest on the strings of his guitar, when he closes his eyes and runs up and down the neck, he can almost love it. He wants it. He needs it. That’s as close as it can be to love.

What did you want? He’s been resisting the urge to reach back into your hidden places. He needs to know your wants and needs so he can exploit them in his favor. So he can convince you to play the part that he’s learned so well.

He cannot deny what he feels. Under those human desires and wants is a more urgent want. A beating in his bloodless heart. He thinks, again, that it feels like love to him. The foam of the headphones pressed against the shell of his ear can keep you out of his mind, but it is not keeping him apart from the urges. He wanted to fuck you in the open air, over the bodies of the dead lovers. You wanted that too. He could feel it. The thought terrifies him. He has no room in his life, no room in this life after death, for something like you. A wild and angry thing that wants to burn the earth, which wants to burn him. To devour him and everything he is. The rage inside both you and Eddie is fueled by something neither of you can control.

These thoughts in his mind created a rip in the seal surrounding his mind, and he can feel your icy fingers tickling at the edges of his brain. He can see your bare chest covered in lifegiving blood. He can smell your scent filling him up. The way your blood tasted in his mouth, his teeth in your soft skin. The tender kiss you shared at the water’s edge. Oh, to be back there, with you in his arms, begging him for something only he can provide. The eternal release was a gift in exchange for your sacrifice.

But those fingers in his brain start to squeeze, and he sees your hands desperately digging through the dirt. He sees you alone in your casket pounding against the wood until your knuckles were cracked and bleeding. He feels the rage inside of you, the need to bring an equal and measured pain to him. She is searching his mind for something, sneaking.

Eddie throws the headphones off his head and stands. He is not surprised to find that he’s sporting an erection, having you inside of him has him feeling things that he would rather never feel. His body is reacting against his own will. Now he can here the jingle of the chains. You’re still fighting against them while you linger at the edges of his mind.

It’s sing song and sweet, the words that come from both behind the basement door and inside his own head, “Edddddddiiiiieeeee, come see me. I’m lonely.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #tw blood #tw horror #vampire!eddie munson

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yns-world · 1 year

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'Till Death Do Us Part

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x Fem!Idol!Reader part 1 and part 2 A/N: V goes by she/her pronouns. Y/S/N = Your Stage Name Bold Italics is Johnny speaking. WC: 1.5k this was requested by the lovely @diabolusdevia, i hope you enjoy :)

When V was first introduced to Johnny’s engram, she was overwhelmed with this indescribable rage; a rage so deep and sharp that she was afraid it would kill her right that second.

But like the waves of a summer storm, the pounding rage gave way to a duller, more prominent feeling in the background— a profound feeling of anguish that consumed her.

The anguish was followed with memory after memory of a woman— a woman that performed side-by-side Johnny, a woman that was curled into his side— those memories gave V the tiniest bit of hope, before those feelings were ultimately crushed by the images of the same woman crying and lashing out.

V’s eyes flicked back and forth as she processed the memories, and she felt and heard everything that Johnny was feeling in those moments. She could feel the nostalgia that Johnny experienced, she could feel the love and adoration he still felt for her even when the woman was pushing him away.

The memories of the woman faded out, and all that was left was an empty gray space of time. V expected Johnny’s last memories to be of the Arasaka bombing, but no.

Johnny’s last memory was of a bird’s eye view of that same woman, walking out of the very tower he would destroy.

In that memory, V’s heart was torn to shreds before they were spat in hate and resentment.

“Y/N L/N.” V whispered, and she immediately felt the aching of her heart.

“Y/N L/N, Y/S/N, Mother of Cyberpop, key to my heart. Architect of my death. That heartbreaker goes by many names.” Johnny reiterated, appearing next to V and lighting a cigarette.

“I think that bombing is what killed you but okay…” V thought to herself, but only earned a scoff from Johnny.

“I can see and everything that pops up in your mind, wise ass.” Despite the harsh tone, Johnny carried a longing in his own mind.

Johnny would never admit it to himself, but V was witnessing every fleeting thought that Johnny experienced every waking second, and they were all immersed in Y/N.

Where V had thoughts of survival and how to get rid of the terrorist in her head, Johnny could do nothing but replay the last few years of his life. And among those few years, all he thought about was Y/N.

It was nonstop, V couldn’t even hear her own thoughts.

“Enough!” V shouted, startling the both of them. “It’s been 40 fucking years! You still haven’t moved on?”

“It hasn’t been 40 years for me. The Arasaka bombing happened just yesterday. Just yesterday I saw her for the first time in a year.”

V rubbed her face in agony.

“Does Y/N still make music?” Johnny’s question took V by surprise, but what was even more shocking was the twinkle in his eyes at the thought of listening to Y/N’s velvet voice once again.

“Not that I know of.”

And just like that, Johnny’s hope shriveled up and was tossed to the side just like the rest of his emotions.

“How about we go find her and ask her yourself?” The words just slipped out of V’s mouth without a second thought and her heart jumped at the worst case scenario. The last thing she wanted to do was upset an already ticking terrorist.

Johnny lifted his head and looked at V with a stone-cold face and for a second, V thought he was plotting to kill her right then and there.

“Alright kid. Let’s do it.”

It didn’t take a visit to a fixer to find Y/N, a simple internet search was all that was needed to find out that she was residing at a nursing home out in the countryside by the sea.

It was a 10 hour drive to get there, but Johnny didn’t let V have a wink of sleep once they arrived.

Sleep deprived and urgently being pushed through the entrance, V walked up to the front desk.

From the outside, the residence was a beautiful building that sat by itself on acres of open land. The sea was only a few hundred feet from the building, and there were miles of beautiful grass dotted with trees. The wind carried the smell of salt and tranquility, and eased both the minds of V and Johnny.

At the front desk of the lavish lobby, V introduced herself. “Hi, I’m here to see Y/N L/N.”

The secretary’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Oh? And what is your relation?”

V’s brain started scattering around for a response before she sheepishly responded. “Uh…I’m a family friend.”

The secretary sent a suspicious look but didn’t prod further.

“Right this way.” The secretary ushered V—and Johnny—to follow her outside to the backyard.

Sitting on a bench under a tree, an elderly woman stared out at the gray sea.

“Ms. Y/N, you have a visitor.” The secretary calmly approached the woman, to which she glanced over at the visitor in question before turning her gaze back to the sea.

“She’s a quiet one, doesn’t speak much.” The secretary noted before leaving them alone.

V took a step forward, but Johnny stood back, frozen.

With a glance back at Johnny, V spoke.

“Hi, Ms. L/N. I’m V.”

Seconds passed with silence. V thought she hadn’t heard her and was about to repeat herself when a soft voice spoke out.

“V…short for Valerie?”

Under normal circumstances, V would lash out at the mention of her real name, but this time she kept her mouth shut.

“Yes, Valerie.”

A few more seconds, and then— “What a beautiful name.” The ends of Y/N’s lips curved just slightly into a hint of what could be called a smile, but was gone with the next wind.

“Uh..thanks.”

“Sit, child.”

V did as she was told, and looked back to see Johnny but he was already gone. Weird.

Neither of them spoke for the next few minutes, and V relished in that peace. There was no expectation to fill the silence. The two women stared out at the sea, lost in their own thoughts.

Except V’s thoughts were not her own, rather they were Johnny’s scatterbrained anxiety running a mile a minute.

It was clear that Johnny wasn’t coming out anytime soon, and there was no point in waiting it out. Might as well rip the band aid off now.

“This might sound crazy…but just hear me out,” V took a deep breath before continuing, “Johnny…Johnny Silverhand is technically alive…” V didn’t know whether to stop or tell her the full truth, but there was no point in omitting anything now. “His soul resides in an engram that’s in my head.” V pointed to the microchip slot behind her ear.

V wasn’t expecting an immediate response, but minutes had passed without a reaction and worry began to brew in both V and Johnny.

“This was a stupid fucking idea. Why the fuck did we come here in the first place. I doubt she even remembers me. Why would she remember me? Why would she even want to remember me? After the hell I put her through-”

Johnny’s usual cold persona was beginning to crumble and it felt worse than the shitty attitude V had to put up with.

But breaking through Johnny’s spiral was that same soft, steady voice.

“I believe you.”

V was gobsmacked and Johnny immediately materialized next to her.

“What- how-” V stammered.

“You just have a feeling about these things.” That same, small smile graced Y/N’s lips, but this time, they were accompanied with the flow of tears. “Oh, Johnny.” She whispered.

“I’m right here, baby.” Johnny was kneeling in front of Y/N holding onto her knobby, fragile hands. His own face stained with parallel trails of tears— trails of the pain he’s endured, with and without her.

“You want to tell her anything?” V thought to Johnny.

At the moment, Johnny made firm eye contact with Y/N but spoke through V’s mouth.

“I’ve never stopped loving you, my sweet little rockstar. Not once, not ever.”

V and Johnny sat on the bench, underneath the tree, closest to the sea.

Johnny’s fingers brushed over the newly-made plaque—

“Y/N L/N, Y/S/N, and key to our hearts.”

“Guess we gotta give her a drink at the Afterlife, now.” V stated with a sniffle.

“It’s the least she deserves.”

“One Y/S/N and One Johnny Silverhand, coming right up!” Claire shouted before heading back to get the ingredients.

“Pink lemonade, a dash of vodka, and a pretty green lime.” Both Claire and V recited at the same time.

“Enjoy.” Claire smiled and pushed her Y/S/N’s drink.

“To Y/S/N and Johnny, the coolest rock stars to have ever lived.” V clinked glasses with Claire and threw her head back.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed! if you did, please consider reblogging since it helps my account! :) DON'T BE A GHOST READER!!!! i would love to hear your thoughts and opinions, and comments are what keep writers going <3 i'm open to cyberpunk requests so feel free to send me one <3 as always, have a great day and i'll see y'all in the next one <3

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tw1l1te · 7 months

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The Final Promise₊˚✩⊹

Chapter 11

Linked Universe x reader

Warnings: Angst, some gore and violence, unrequited love??

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“Skyloft is gorgeous at night, Sky. I can see why it’s hard to leave.”

He hummed, fiddling with the fraying hem of his shirt. You frowned. He usually loves staying up to look at the night sky, he dragged you out tonight, even.

“What’s on your mind, Sky?”

He finally looks at you, for the first time since you both sat down on the wooden platform. His eyes reflect the night sky, as if his eyes were mirrors.

“You… know how the whole prophecy work’s? Hero’s purpose?” you nod, curious to see where this was going.

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot. My role, Zel-Sun’s role. I’m questioning the fact of whether or not I want it. Not the journey itself, as I finished it and didn’t have a choice, no, more so the aftermath.”

You frown again, “What do you mean? If this is about the thing I said about Hylia having questionable morals-”

He shakes his head, looking out onto the expanse of the clouds.

“I’m talking about the fact of me and Zelda being destined to be together, essentially.”

Oh.

This topic stung a bit, you weren’t going to lie. You’ve started feeling attraction towards the older members of the group the past few months, a couple months after your initial arrival. You didn’t think the topic would come up or that you would even gain such feelings of your companions, but the universe never works that way.

“I mean… I guess it’s kind of implied you two get together, experiencing the journey together and all. It would make sense if you two ended up together, usually traumatic events or life-changing ones can bring you closer to the person you experienced it with.”

“That’s the thing, isn’t it? I’m supposed to be in love with her, Sun. And trust me, for several years, I thought I did. Then you came along.” He fixates on you, eyes searching yours.

“You opened up a whole new perspective for me, about myself and the role I play in this lifetime, this era, and beyond. That I’m more than a hero and the Chosen One. That I am my own person.”

You smile, “Of course you are, every single one of you is.”

He gives you a small smile, inching his hand towards yours.

“Y/n, I… I want yo-”

You quickly press your fingers to his lips.

“No. Sky, don’t do this. Don’t do this for me. Don’t do this because I’ve been through the journey with you.”

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, “I’m doing this for me. For us. I’m choosing my own fate for once, and I want you.”

You shake your head “Sky, no. Anyone but me. I don’t want you to say you want me or love me because you feel obligated to challenge your destiny. I want you to say it from a place where you want me for me, not to prove someone or something wrong.”

You go up to leave, but Sky grabs your hand, “I don’t care how long it takes, I’ll prove to you that you're more than an anomaly to my destiny.”

You groan, your head pounding. You were laying on a cold, rocky surface, but that’s all you could sense for now. Your ears were ringing, your eyes blurry and fogged up.

What happened?

“Finally! Our guest has woken up.”

Before you could open your eyes, you felt someone pick you up, tossing you over their shoulder. You were carried for what felt like eons before you were tossed onto a chair, feeling your limbs get tied up with rough, thick rope. You could already feel your wrists and ankles getting their blood circulation cut off.

“Now, why don’t you start by telling us why you’re here, guide?” A voice asked.

You scoffed, “Why I’m here?? You’’re the fuckers that knocked me out and brought me-” A loud slap reverbrated through the room, your face stinging with aftershock.

“There’s no need for such… language. I’ll ask you again: Why are you here?”

You shift in the chair, its old, splintered wood echoing off the walls.

“Why is that any of your business? I’m not bothering any of you nor causing any trouble, so why are you so interested all of a sudden, huh?” you demanded, trying to mask your fear.

The clan member crouches in front of you, their broad shoulders and tall stature blocking your view of the room.

“Because you’re the one who has somehow involved us in your escapade. Something related with those friends of yours and the fabled hero.”

“What could they possibly have that you would want?”

“That’s where your understanding is misconstrued, little one. It has little to do with your companions, more so to do with the friends that they brought here… and I think you know just exactly who I’m talking about.”

You avoid eye contact. The clan member hums.

“See, a few days prior to your arrival, a little group invaded our hideout. Quite… gruesomely, if I may put it that way. They were looking for you, of course. They wore their measly robes, quite unoriginal if I may say so myself. But I suppose it did the job of concealing their identities, as I didn’t even come close to uncovering their faces.”

Where was he going with this??

“So I made a deal, a bargain. A life for a life. They spare me, I give them you.”

“So you waited for the perfect opportunity to kidnap me to give me to a group of people that you’ve never seen, much less know their motives?”

He seems to halt his thought at your comment.

“I’m smarter than I look, Y/n. I knew exactly what their motives were.”

“So do they or do they not want to kill me? You’re not making any damn sense.”

“Kill you? Why, I never said that. No…. they’re more fascinated by you, to put it lightly, though their reasons are of no ‘light’ manner. Regardless of what they want with you, my duty is done. You are right where I want you to be, and they should be here to collect you whenever they please. It was a pleasure meeting my sacrifice.”

He leaves, footsteps echoing throughout the corridors. Now that you got a proper look around, the hideout seemed… bigger, darker.

Did it expand?

Why is everything seemingly different to when you last played? Surely there wasn’t something you were too blind to see.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts with footsteps, the footfalls slow but determined. Looking up, you see the main subject of your recent conversation.

Based on their stature, they seemed average height, an inch or two taller. Their face was still concealed in shadow, so not much was given away in features. Their breathing seemed haggard, as if they ran for miles.

“....”

“...What do you want from me?”

The figure doesn’t move for a second. You could feel their eyes piercing your very soul, it made the hairs on your neck stand up. Whatever or whoever this was, it was freaking you out more on the inside than you outwardly showed. Fear was a motivator for a lot of people, and you weren’t going to let them get that satisfaction.

They sat down in front of you, on their knees, hands on their knees, head still tilted at you. Their hands were dirty, rough from the terrain and lack of hygiene. They had gloves on, the fingers free from leather binds.

They released another haggard breath.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” the figure spoke, voice cracking mid-sentence. They sounded like they were on the brink of tears.

“Who are you? Why are you sorry?” you asked, needing answers.

Instead of answering your questions, they cautiously brought on of their hands toward your face, as if they were touching the most expensive artifact. They grasped onto a stray lock of your hair, twisting and curling it around the tip of their finger, examining it. They tucked the lock behind your ear, brushing the shell of it before placing that hand on your cheek.

In a different situation you would’ve been disgusted by the dirty contact, but you were fearing for your life at the moment.

“It’s been so long.”

You squint your eyes, trying to take in the context of the statement.

“I promised I’d be there for you… and I broke that promise, your trust. The others… aren’t the same. We-”

A shout echoes through the chamber, a familiar voice ringing in your ear. Without a second’s hesitation, you yell “LINK!”

The hooded figure seems startled, jumping away from your grasp. They scramble to get up, taking one last look before running off into the shadows.

Within seconds, Wars runs in, looking extremely shaken up. He slides up to you on his knees, giving out almost as soon as he sees the state you were in. Bruised and bloodied, a sight that will haunt him until the end of his days.

“Y/n, hey hey. You’re ok, we’re here. Everyone’s here, you’re alright.” he mumbles into your hair, the same palace that figure was touching you moments ago. He kisses you on the forehead, too caught up in anxiety to process the physical affection towards you.

“Link… I… fuck, get me out of these.”

Without a word, he starts undoing the thick knots of rope, wondering who in the world managed to tie you up so efficiently. If this was under other circumstances, he would’ve been impressed. He winced when he untied your wrists and ankles, the rope burns rubbing your skin dry and bloody. A reminder of how careless they all were.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry Y/n. If I had gone with you, or someone else was with you and didn’t leave you alone-”

You placed a hand on his shoulder, “It’s not your fault, Link. No one foresaw this coming. I don’t blame you, Wild, or any of the others.”

He nods, but his mind is elsewhere. He picks you up, just like he did a few weeks ago, being mindful of your ankle and wrist burns. He’ll make sure Hyrule tends to those as soon as everyone leaves the hideout.

He quickly walks out of the room, your head spinning. You close your eyes and lean against him, suddenly feeling the nausea wash over you like a wave.

“Almost there, Sunshine. Almost there.”

You start to hear the yelling of the rest of the group, metal clanging against metal, arrows flying past you. You could hear Four yelling to Twilight about a potion, Hyrule yelling about needing more arrows, Time shouting orders.

You don’t know how Wars managed to sneak you out amidst all the commotion, him setting you outside the hideout, resting you against the rocky entrance. He unwrapped his infamous scarf, placing it around you for some sense of comfort.

“I’m gonna go get Hyrule, ok? I don’t have any potions on me that’ll be of use to you. Can you stay awake for me, Sunshine? Just till Rulie fixes you, ok?” you somehow manage a nod, already slipping into unconsciousness.

You feel tapping on your face, causing your eyes to open again, “Hey, hey. Need your eyes open for me ok? Need you awake, baby. I’ll be right back, ok? Stay awake.” Wars sprints off, leaving you. You really try to stay awake, but you can feel the pull of sleep tantalizing you, taking over your senses.

You slip away into unconsciousness as you hear Hyrule and Wars run up to you, shouting your name.

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#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #linked universe au

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brekker-by-brekkerr · 3 months

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You being 21 and immature af explain a little bit but are you really telling me you think creasida is better than Pen??? Really??? Cressida, the woman who ridiculiza the fat girl in every Ball she sees her in s1 and s2*?? Cressida who step on Pen dress wheb she saw her finallg talking to a man??? Cressida who blackmail Pen??? Creasida who throw a drink in Pen dress?? Who said awful things to a fat girl???

Holy shit!! She is better than Pen???

I specifically indicated that I did not want Pen stans to interact with me or my posts because the ones who can't just go about their day after seeing an opinion different than theirs usually feel the need to be rude about it (like calling me immature when you're the one coming into my ask box to argue with me about an opinion about a TV show. If 21 is sooo young and I'm soo immature then move on).

Yes, I do think Cressida is better than Pen. (Also, I don't recall Cressida even mentioning Pen's weight when she makes rude comments to her.) Do I think everything she did was right? No, of course not, and I have not seen Cressida fans say so.

But let's unpack the difference in their actions and their motivations.

Cressida grew up extremely isolated, with a father who's awful, with a mother who drills into her the mindset that it's every woman for herself. This does not excuse her actions but it makes it very clear why she would behave the way she did. Her actions align with this mindset in the earlier seasons, until Cressida finally has one friend and you know what she does? She begins self-reflecting and changing her ways.

Pen has not experienced the same level of isolation as Cressida. Say what you will about Penelope's family, I get that they did not treat her as well as they should have, but her mother let her have her interests. She let Pen read, she let Pen go befriend whoever she wanted to. It would be one thing for Pen to feel overlooked and use LW as a way to voice her opinions like I've heard she does in the books, but it's another to use it as a weapon against other women, constantly harming others' reputations and making unnecessary digs at other people, like the comments she made ON THE DAY of the queen's grandchild's funeral.

Pen's actions have so much worse consequences for other people than Cressida's. Cressida, who is already being considered a spinster by others so her opinion is not valued as much, being rude during a ball does not have the same effect as publicly making comments about other women in a paper that people put so much value in. For example, Pen exposing Marina through LW almost led to Marina being on the street while pregnant. That is 100x worse than stepping on someone's dress. It does not matter that Marina being homeless wasn't the outcome, because just because Daphne stepped in and helped her doesn't mean that the harm wasn't done. If Daphne hadn't stepped in, then Marina's life would have been ruined. And Pen is out here taking shots in LW at people who have never done anything to her, like Kate and Edwina and Daphne.

Lady Whistledown's word matters to these people. Gossip and social standing are everything to these people, and LW's word is golden to them. Someone being mean in one moment in a ballroom does not have the lasting weight of something being published in LW and the show itself proves this time and time again.

Also, the writers make it very clear why Cressida blackmails Penelope. She is backed into a corner and is scrambling for a solution. She was about to be shipped off to live with someone who we're told is likely worse than her current awful family situation. Her entire life is crumbling around her and the one friend she has ever made has abandoned her. Pen could have afforded the original blackmail fee so it's not like Cressida was asking this unattainable awful thing of her.

So yeah. One person saying mean things to another, who shows self-awareness and growth as soon as she experiences positive female friendship and starts to learn that you don't have to see the world the way she'd been raised to see it, is nowhere near as bad as someone who uses her platform to continually tear other people's lives down.

Kindly please stop sending me these asks though because I made it clear that I did not want to talk with Pen stans about her and also have made sure to tag my posts properly.

#anti penelope featherington #idk how many ways to say this but DNI if you're a pen fan please #if you like her and enjoy her parts of the show good i love that for you let's have our different opinions and move on #anti polin #bridgerton #cressida cowper

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Aliiii, I need another Tom Grant fic in my life. Maybe makeup sex after he thinks reader is flirting with someone. 😮‍💨

author’s note: i can’t resist this soft boyfriend of a man for the life of me, so enjoy! this can be read as a third part to my previous tom fics but is also fine to read by itself!

cw: 18+ (minors dni), some possessiveness, soft dom!tom, slightly bratty!reader, fem terms/praise, insecure!tom, unprotected sex, if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 2.5k

“Eat.” Tom’s voice bellows through the long, drawn out silence.

You’ve been staring at each other for what felt like an eternity, mixed in with the scrapping of his fork as he twirled the spaghetti around the utensil and piled it into his open mouth.

He’s angry, annoyed, pissed—and not a single inclination as to why exactly, just an expression void of warmth or comfort.

You stab at the noodles lacking the sauce of his you loved so much. He’d rushed dinner, slamming dishes around in annoyance as you picked up around the trailer. Tom didn’t always get like this, but there were times where he couldn’t convey what he wanted to say, let it build up and took it out on you by chance. You couldn’t blame him, you were guilty of it too.

“Not hungry.” You mumble, the fork slipping from your hands and clattering against the plate.

“Oh, what now?” Tom asks, his enunciation around the vowels elongated as his deep Cornish accent peeked through when he got riled up—never usually out of anger, but here you were.

“You’re the one who wanted to go back home, you know.” You argue, pushing your plate to the side. Tom’s nearly finished with his food, following suit as he chews on the last bite of pasta. “Not me, you.”

“You know why,” Tom replies arrogantly, his voice as calm and level as ever, “don’t play oblivious.”

He’d caught a man, a friend of a friend of another friend, hounding you with a drink, begging you to accept. It was Tom’s idea to come to the party to begin with, trying to be supportive of his close friend, show up and be polite before slipping out unnoticed.

And really, Tom was slightly to blame here. He left you unattended at a party full of people you didn’t know, forcing you to meld yourself into conversations you didn’t care about, a drink being slipped into your hand insistently by a guy who looked beyond sketchy.

You weren’t naive—there was no way you were taking a sip of that drink. Still, you accepted it with a smile, nursing it close to your chest as the man lingered and talked with the surrounding people, all the while Tom catching things from a distance, getting an entirely different view of what was actually happening.

He wasn’t mad at you either—frustrated, yes, to a degree. But, he’s never experienced jealousy like this. He never worried with Ruth, not at first. Things changed, he didn’t know how to handle that situation with her so he fled.

You were left to pick up the pieces she’d left broken.

You’re too polite for your own good, exchanging meaningless small talk and cheap smiles until Tom is gently tugging you away, tossing the drink into a nearby trash bin before he’s crowding you in the passenger seat of his car and initiating a silent drive home.

It got you to this point, heated gazes shared across your tiny dining room table, eyes never leaving you as he sips from the glass, a brief movement as his lips barely touch the cup.

“You left me alone,” You force out, standing up abruptly to reach for your dishes, guiding them toward the sink, “and now you feel the need to act jealous?”

“I’m not jealous.” He remained firm, leaning back in his chair, cup scraping against the cheap tabletop and he pushed it around lazily with his finger.

He was the poster boy for just that, his eyes flickering to and away from you every so often, watching as you scraped the food away into the trash. It’s his fault, he knows it—but the tinge of harm to his ego, your relationship, even if it was nothing, it still eats at him.

He’s tried hard to get to this point, a vulnerability and openness he never had in past relationships, and he was screaming that up. Again.

“I don’t know why you won’t trust me.” You sigh, hands pressed hard against the edge of the sink, dishes clanking against each other as you tossed them in. “It’s been a year, Tom.”

He can see the tense line of your shoulders as you rest there, head hung slightly as you close your eyes, taking a deep breath through your nose. He rises slowly, silently, making his way toward you.

“I trust you.” He reminds you softly, “God, I fuckin’ trust you. You’ve no idea.”

There’s a gentle press of hands against your waist, his front crowding against your back and his chin resting against your shoulder. He’s light and gentle as he breathes his apology.

“Can’t stand seeing you being drooled on,” He admits, “M’not blaming them, you’re a pretty one.”

You laugh softly, turning your head back toward them.

“Yeah?” You question with a cheeky tone, earning a blush faced and subtle smile from Tom. “So, what’s with all the shit then?”

Tom is silent for too long, fingers cataloging every curve of your hips, stomach, until his palm is resting flat over the skin, forcing you tight against him and pressing it to the obvious and hard line of his cock in his sweats, telling you everything you needed to know.

“Needin’ to remind you,” Tom speaks low, lips barely touching the shell of your ear, “feels like you forgot.”

“Of?” You ask humorously, voice trickling with amusement.

It’s clear what Tom wanted, and for the time being, you’d allow it.

“Who you belong to,” Tom says, coarse fingers rising to grip your face, thumb rubbing along the expanse of your cheek until you’re coaxed to look at him, eyes connecting his, all big and brown and everything but intimidating. But, he’s demanding, his grip tight like a vice, “s’not fair all these other chavs get a chance at you when I’m right here.”

“I only want you, Tom.”

It’s the most serious you’ve ever been. It feels like you’re constantly reminding him, but you’d do it a thousand times, until it’s burned into his memory.

The hand pressed against your stomach slides toward the front of your shorts, beyond the waistband until he’s cupping you bare, barking a short, quiet laugh as his finger dip between your legs and coats with your wetness, feeling that neediness throb inside you the moment he pressed himself against your back.

Sex didn’t fix everything, but it sure as hell made things better for the time being—Tom could have you however he needed you, there was time to sort out everything else later.

“Prove it?” He challenges, voice clouded and hit as he pressed himself further against you, rubbing a gentle rhythm into your ass while his fingers played between your folds, featherlight touches that had you begging for more, the most.

“How?” You say soft, breathing out on a sigh as you push away, forgoing the dirty dishes for now as you turn to him.

“Dunno,” He shrugs, following your backwards ascent to the bedroom, his gaze growing evermore intense as he approaches, “you’re smart?”

You shrug, “You're asking?”

“Smiling at those fuckers,” He says with a forced laugh, mouth turning up into a smirk, his hand extending to press you against the edge of the bed by your hips, lending you to lean back, eyes glued to the slow crawl of his body over you as he adjusted you further and further up the bed, “you knew what you were doing, love.”

“Being nice,” You defend, “polite, you know?”

Tom huffs through his nose, not believing it for a second.

“Touch my cock, baby.” He tells you, the tone slightly startling. It was still, unwavering, lacking the normal warmth it carried.

His hand reaches for yours, guiding it over the tent in his sweatpants, squeezing for emphasis as you look at him, following the fleeting gaze of his—he’s taking you in, every line and curve of your face, and you’re mesmerized.

“Feel that?” He gruffs out, groaning softly when you rub your palm against him, daring to stretch your fingers underneath the fabric holding you back.

You nod silently, eager as your chin tips up toward him. His hands spread wide over your knees, spreading your legs apart.

“Gonna make me fuck you, ‘s that what I need to do?” Tom asks, hooking behind the juncture in your knee to pull against him, a small, playful yelp escaping you. “Am I needing to remind you who you should be smiling at?”

“Tom,” You complain, an airy giggle escaping your chest, “I’m yours, is that not obvious?”

He smiles, pressing a quick but firm kiss to your lips.

“Sweetheart, just play along.” Tom begs, “For me?”

Your bottom lip pulls between your teeth to bite back the smile threatening to show, nodding obediently. Your eyes shift to seriousness, finally dipping your fingers into his waistband to press against his bare cock—he didn’t even bother with underwear after his shower, he’d planned this.

“Tell me,” He hums softly against your cheek, grinding up into your touch slowly, “how hard do I need to fuck you to forget about those guys?”

There’s no response, distracted by the lips assaulting your skin, hands squeezing in the curves of your body in a way that leaves you speechless every time. But, that’s not what Tom wants, gripping your face between his fingers firmly.

“Answer me.” He chided, unable to hide that sneaking smile creeping into his face. “M’not asking twice.”

“Not even thinking about anyone but you,” You assure him, struggling against his grip slightly, “I’m telling you, how else can I prove that?”

“You’re my smart girl,” He compliments, ever the smoosher, “you’ll figure it out.”

And you do. Quickly.

It doesn’t take much convincing to get Tom underneath you despite his obvious struggle for power—he likes the idea of being in control, to a point, but mostly it’s just a way to mess with you, rile you up.

It worked.

Despite switching positions and finding yourself seated fully on his lap, cock stuffed inside you to the degree where if it was any further it would be a problem, his thumbs leaving indentations into your hip bones as you rocked with his movements, letting him control the pace.

He’s got your hands tied up messily in the bunched material of your shirt, twisting and looping until your hands are immobile, leaving them interlocked over his chest with nowhere else to, nowhere else to roam.

Your face punches in discomfort slightly, always needing a moment to adjust to his size, but he wasn’t giving you that.

“No need for greediness now,” He chirps, bottom lip stuffed between his teeth as he bit, his chest rocking with every sharp thrust, his hips nearly lifting off the bed as he stabilizes you on top of him, “got my cock in you and you still want more?”

He sounds sinful, voice thick with arousal.

“Not that,” You say mindlessly, mouth drifting open as he pinned you down, hitting that familiar spot over and over again, stuck in an endless loop of desperate moans and pleas, “it’s—fuck, slower, please.”

You shove against him slightly, fingertips digging into his skin until he groans, enlightened by his own pain.

“You’ve got it,” He encourages, “never had a problem takin’ me before, why now?”

And just to drive you even further into madness.

“Said you were going to prove it,” Tom teases, “can’t even take my cock and you want me to slow down?”

“Tom.” You say once, a soft needy tone.

Tom makes an obvious noise of disapproval, shaking his head as he uses his advantage to flip you over in one quick movement, pressing you roughly into the mattress.

Somehow he manages to get your hands above your head and under the pillow you’re resting on before you can even process, his hips keeping a rough but uneven pace as he made it pure torture to be consumed by him in that moment.

“Please, please, please,” It’s the only thing you can think, not sure of what you’re begging for, “Tom, enough.”

Tom nudges your face toward him, his fingers slotting around your cheek as bringing your eyes to his, his expression just as intense as earlier, staring at you from across the dinner table.

“Tell me,” He urges, “gotta talk to me, love.”

You peek up toward your bindings, “It’s uncomfortable,” You pout, and he’s undoing the knot in seconds, rubbing at the tender skin, “thank you.”

“That all?” He asks, your expression flicking away, going shy for a moment. “Mmm, no going teazy on me now.”

You flex your sore hands, reaching for the soft lines of his face, thumb running along the dimple in his cheek as he smiled, watching you fall more and more into madness below him. You moan raggedly when he’s lifting your leg, switching the angle deeper.

“I’m begging you,” You gasp, his fingers tightening against your skin, “I need slow, Tom. Please.”

Tom understand when things get too much, they sense of protection and comfort you’re craving from him creeping back as he slows, releasing the tight hold he on you and settling for something simpler, your knees resting loosely at his hips as he fucked into you, slow and deep.

Tom nods to himself, forehead bumping against your own as he leaned further against you, “Good—see how easy it when you’re not bein’ difficult?”

You scoff lightly, eyebrows knitting together when his hand sneaks between your legs, rubbing at your already overworked clit.

“Good girl,” He laughs deeply, “and they get rewarded too.”

You respond absently, nodding in agreement to whatever he was saying as you tipped over the edge, body going hot as your orgasmed creeped in and took you by surprise, moaning brokenly into Tom’s open mouth as his own thrusts slowed, a few lingering pumps before he was spilling inside you.

The peace that follows is blissful, quiet moments as you both separate and redress, trying desperately to ignore Tom’s continued gazes your way, knowing you couldn’t resist if he tried hard enough.

But he surprises you, speaking a quiet, “M’sorry.”

You smile to yourself, fixing the shirt over your head as you approach him, perching your thighs over his lap as he shifts back, hands resting against the mattress. You trace the pale skin of his chest, stopping at the small patch of hair near the top.

“It’s okay,” You shrug, before thinking for a moment, “Well—it’s not, to be fair. But, I’m not mad.”

“You sure?” He asks shyly, eyes squinting in apprehension of rejection.

You nod slightly, taping his chest with your fingertips lightly, “I’m not complaining about the sex—fuck if that isn’t better when you’re kinda pissed off, but I’m begging you to trust me, Tom. I would never hurt you.”

And he’s heard that before, but with you, he can see that you mean it.

“I’m gonna marry you one day.” He speaks boldly, smirking confidently. “Just puttin’ that out there now.”

“Bold of you,” You note, teasing him slightly when he leans in for a kiss, pulling away briefly, “help me clean up dinner and we have a deal, yeah?”

Tom couldn’t think of a fairer trade.

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ancientastarwis · 11 months

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NOVEMBER PICK ONE IMAGE

Welcome to November! 🌟 The unique Pick One Image that I've prepared this month has the theme of forest animals, mainly because two options were intuitively clear before even choosing a theme. Choose the animal(s) you feel guided and let me know your option(s) below. Each option contains guidance for November through tarot and/or oracle, as I'm intuitively guided.

There's something special about this month, because I was guided to pull from two! oracles. Each image contains one card from one oracle and two cards from a different oracle. The first is Work Your Light by @rebeccacampbell_author and the other cards are pulled from the Earth Magic by Steven D. Farmer.

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Open for Results 🦉🐇🦌

Option 1: Owl 🦉

MINTAKAN. Longing for home. Belonging. The original Lightworkers. Mintakans are a soul group who originated on a planet in the constellation Orion. They were the first star beings to travel to Earth, and believed to be the original Lightworkers. The Mintakans’ home planet is thought to have been a water world with water so pure that you could see through it for miles. For this reason, Mintakans feel most at peace and at home when in or around crystal-clear water. They are here to teach us to see the potential in everything and the light in all beings. Many Mintakans have an odd longing for ‘home,’ and struggle with feeling like they don’t belong. It is thought that this is due to their home planet no longer being in existence. If you pulled this card, it could mean that you are a Mintakan or are longing for a sense of belonging and Root Chakra healing is necessary for you to feel secure and safe. Perhaps you feel this longing to find home without knowing where that is, or you’ve been moving around a lot and yearn for a place on Earth to call your own. If so, you are being called to connect with Mother Earth and create it for yourself now. To choose where you feel most at home and create it, rather than waiting for the feeling of belonging to come. Repeat: I allow myself to be truly here and at home on this planet. I release any grief around not belonging or feeling held and call in the perfect home.'

SPRING EQUINOX: Rebirth. You thought this passage you have been through would never end. Trust as certain that the light of the world fades every few months, it makes its return, and the Earth rejoices. The fresh breath of spring sweeps away the cobwebs acquired from the absence of the light. The light is now obviously increasing as Nature begins to emerge in all her many forms, shapes, and colors that remind ns of the continual cycles of Earth Mother. This cycle of rebirth you are experiencing follows a considerably challenging time. Any tears you may have shed have cleared the way for what has been gesturing, which is now ripe and ready to emerge. That which no longer serves you needs to be put to rest so that a freshness and newness of spirit can make itself known to you. Sometimes birth can be pain fid, particularly in that passage just before delivery, yet what emerges can be fresh and beautiful. Be with the emergence of this next cycle with faith and grace.

CRYSTALS: Focus. The nature of quartz crystals, the second most common element in the Earth's crust, is that they help focus the power of our life force, or Spirit. Where attention goes, power flows—and crystals magnify this power tenfold. Our intention influences where our attention goes. When we're consciously aware of our intention, it facilitates the focus of that spiritual power and supports the manifestation in material reality of that intention. It is time to bring your complete focus to the subject of your inquiry. Eliminate all distractions, and give this your undivided attention. Whether this is a project, relationship, or simply a relaxing time spent walking in Nature, be fully present to the situation. This sharpening of focus will expand your awareness and allow your inner guidance to penetrate your consciousness, which can then be parlayed into appropriate action By being focused with crystal clarity, you are in the flow of your life force and, in fact, have become one with it. It is not a hypervigilant or tension-filled state, but one of relaxed attention. Keep your eyes, ears, and heart focused on that which you need to pay attention to, and miracles can be created. To paraphrase a fictional elder, "Use the Force," and use it in life-enhancing ways.

Option 2: Rabbit 🐇

LEAP. You go first. The Universe will catch you. Life bends for the courageous. The Universe wants to support you, but first you need to leap. To throw your life up in the air. Perhaps you know what you are being called to leap toward (or away from) but are scared to make the move. Or maybe perhaps you are waiting for a big fat sign, or instruction manual, or permission to do so first. If this is you, then this card is your sign and permission slip to take a deep breath, and leap into the unknown. It’s scary to let go of all that we know in hope for something new. And it’s normal to feel anxious at the thought of letting go of what we know for sure. But this is the unavoidable process of rising. And right now, this is how you are being called to live. Nature is constantly showing us how to live with courage. Fall comes every year and encourages the trees to loosen their grip. To allow what once was so full of life, to fall away, leaf by leaf. For a moment, it feels like nothing will grow again. The branches are left bare without the comfort of what once was. But in the morn of spring, new shoots begin to appear and something new is born that is even more glorious than before.

STONE PEOPLE: Vigilance. Remain vigilant at this time, but not out of fear. "Vigilant" simply means opening up your mind and senses to information as it is presented to you: through your eyes, ears, physical sensations, and detached thoughts. It is especially true in two main areas. First, follow any gut feelings that tell you to be wary about someone or something; second, pay close attention to an important opportunity that presents itself one that may enhance your life and the lives of others. Maintain your vigilance of the clues around you and inside of you. Assess what is emanating from your body, and then sort out any conditioned responses from what is purely instinctual. Examine the situation with heart, intuition, and mind in harmony; for this is how vigilance serves you. Detach, take a breath, and stand tall in your stature.

WOLF: Instinct. You have lost touch with your instinctual sensitivities. It is the result of cultural and/or religious proscriptions dictating that anything wild and instinctual is threatening and, therefore, has to be controlled or eliminated. Now is the time to overcome this limited mind set and tune in to these instinctual cues. Let the Spirit of Wolf be your teacher, and call upon this benevolent being for help identifying what those specific cues are saying. Shed some of your inhibitions with the only guideline being to "do no harm.” Experiment by getting out of the straitjacket of familiar societal norms and listening to those sensations in your gut that are trying to give you a message. It may be a warning or an urging to take action of some sort. Take some deep breaths, and simply notice what your bodily sensations are telling you. Your mind will be the receiver of that information, and your body and mind can learn to work more closely with each other once again.

Option 3: Deer 🦌

DON’T DIM TO FIT IN. How are you dimming your light in order to fit in? Don't dim your light to accommodate someone else's smallness. We are all born to shine big and bright. The Universe is expanding and you are part of the Universe, so expanding is part of your nature. If someone makes you want to retract, notice, and slowly back away; they are not for you and you are not forthem. Better yet, find it within yourself to expand and shine your light anyway. Flowers don’t open and close according to who is walking by. They open and show their beauty regardless. If others don’t want to be around you, or you make them uncomfortable, it’s because you are shining light on the fact that they are dimming to fit in. By choosing to shine bright you may just inspire them to turn on their light too. Or not. Keep your light on anyway. All relationships are essentially an energetic agreement. The moment one person decides to start rising up and allowing their light to shine, it changes the energetic agreement and can create some waves. That's completely normal. The relationships that are meant to last will adapt to the change in energy. Others won’t because they were likely born under the proviso of'I love you, as long as you don’t shine brighter than me.' That’s OK, not all people are meant to be in your life forever. But the lessons they teach us can still live on.

STAR MOTHER. How can you Mother yourself? You are more held than you could possibly imagine. Loved and cherished so dearly that, if you knew, you would not spend one second of your life in separation, worry or fear. Let the Mother carry your burdens; let Her rock away your fears. Lay all of your worries, regrets, shame and guilt on Her altar. Please, please sweet child, do not fear. You are love in motion. If you see it, you are already healed, Let Her remind you of your goodness. Let Her love away your fears. Your capacity to love and hold others is limited to your capacity to love and hold yourself. Be compassionate with your sweet body, mind, and soul. Treat yourself like the beautiful spirit that you truly are. Remind yourself that you are doing your best and try not to carry it all on your own. You have got this and the Mother has got you. Let Her broad arms take away your burdens; let Her lift the weight of the world off your shoulders. Forgive yourself, my dear sweet child of the Earth.

MILKY WAY: Perspective. You have lost your perspective, so it is time to step back, breathe, and allow yourself to detach in order to gather information from your senses and regain your perspective about the situation. Detachment does not mean that you no longer care—it simply indicates that you are looking at things from a different point of view. It is an outlook that is not clouded by emotions, judgment, or attachment to outcome, but instead maintains a nonreactive awareness of these things. The Witness, that internal aspect of yourself that simply observes everything in your life, offers his or her eyes here. Through these lenses of pure awareness, you can examine all aspects of your experiences—physical, emotional, and mental—without denying anything. By doing so, you will come to understand a greater perspective than is typically justified by the ego, which allows you to see what is before you with clear vision and an open mind.

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Akatsuki Member Songs and Headcanons

I have had years to ruminate to myself on certain songs I listen to that get associated with certain Akatsuki. I'm gonna try to present some of these pairings in a comprehensive way for you guys.

I can 100% replicate this post several times over with different songs and explanations, so I most likely will. We will see! Songs are linked within the post.

Pain: Mr. FEAR by Siamés

This man wants to fix everything, and yet if you look deep enough, he is absolutely crumbling. He is the Mr. Fear, literally, to instill fear in order to bring what he dictates as peace. The song itself is simultaneously calm and chaotic. Despite how conflicted he ends up being, every single contradiction is still said as a command to the listener.

Standout lines:

I wish I had a faster therapy

I've come to mind control your needs

Just trust in me, my dear

Don't fight with me, my dear

Don't trust in me, my dear What cure is coming near?

Konan: Youth by Daughter

Youth, hope, suffering. She has experienced life in that order, and it has left her an angel in constant mourning. This song is, to me, the retrospective side of her, the part of Konan that is still a scared and hurt young lady, the place in her mind that inspires her to keep going for something better. I specifically associate this song more with her loss of Yahiko and the original Akatsuki than her actual childhood.

I could literally quote the whole song for her, so I recommend you listen if it seems interesting. Here's some painfully selected lyrics:

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs

We are the reckless, we are the wild youth Chasing visions of our futures One day, we'll reveal the truth That one will die before he gets there

Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home It was a flood that wrecked this home

Zetsu: Dangerous by Big Data

This song sort of changed my brain chemistry, both in general and about Zetsu. If you pair the (honestly very strange and parodic) music video with the content of the lyrics, it creates an idea of heightened awareness of insidious knowledge and, though it is meant about modern advertisements, I also take it about being spied on in general, being dangerous because of your knowledge of the world against you. When I started associating this song with Zetsu, I began seeing him more as an active character than one that merely is there. His spying has purpose, he has motives.

Standout lines:

You understand, they got a plan for us I bet you didn't know that I was dangerous

Nobody's listening when we're alone Nobody's listening, there's nobody listening, No one can hear us when we're alone No one can hear us, no, no one can hear us And I've gotta get out of here Sink down, into the dark

How could you know, how could you know? That those were my eyes Peepin' through the floor, it's like they know It's like they know I'm looking from the outside And creeping to the door, it's like they know

And especially if you're in a shipping mood:

It must be fate, I found a place for us I bet you didn't know someone could love you this much

Tobi/Obito: Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits

Being an Uchiha is hard, you know? The expectations, both from your clan and from everyone else... Obito really put the bar of achievement really high because he thought that's where he'd finally be respected, so much as acknowledged. This is a song about being much more deep down than the fool you seem to others, the righteous desire to be worth your many efforts.

Standout lines:

Damn this town and damn this city You never give me anything that I want No one seems to really care They're just wholly unaware Of all the blood and sweat I cry before dawn

Am I good? Is all I could enough for you? I'm so scared of when and where I'll find the truth

Count my little scars, I've got dozens down inside I come complete and invincible behind my dirty imbecile

Hidan: Nothing Personal by Night Riots

Relaxed yet vicious, I think this is a good pairing to think about how he must strut about, preaching of Jashin. You can't be better than him. He will always know better, be better, believe better. Self-centered prick. I adore his confidence.

Standout lyrics:

The center of the world is lonely me Float along through the catacombs The endless cycle, flesh to bones

I’ll be the king, you’ll be the filth I wash away Nothing personal, personal, personal I am the light, I am the truth, I am the way Nothing personal, personal, personal

I’ll take your crown, I’ll make it mine As you sulk your days away Numb yourself and think of me

Kakuzu: Ain't No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant

I highkey associate a lot of the themes from the Borderlands series with Kakuzu, featured songs included. This song is pretty self evident to me, overtly about how money motivates people. In my view of Kakuzu, he has crafted over his many decades of war and hardship this encompassing, compassionless worldview of why people do things. If you say "money is the only thing that matters" and you're older than like, a five year old who got their first dollar, you are going to have a strong and elaborate justification for it. It's a song about hard truths about humanity, some things that will never change and you need to accept without taking it personally.

Standout lyrics:

Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed There ain't nothing in this world for free Oh no, I can't slow down, I can't hold back Though you know, I wish I could Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good

He made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight He said, "Give me all you've got, I want your money, not your life But if you try to make a move, I won't think twice" I told him, "You can have my cash, but first you know I gotta ask What made you want to live this kind of life?"

I saw a preacher man in cuffs, he'd taken money from the church He'd stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar bills But even still I can't say much because I know we're all the same Oh yes, we all seek out to satisfy those thrills

Deidara: Fear & Delight by The Correspondents

Brief aside: gorgeous music video, very skillfully made. Deidara would love it. Certainly a mastercraft of editing and camera tricks.

Dynamic, vibrant song. My partner has used this song as a pairing with another character, comparing the love interest in the song to courting something you really probably should not be. Deidara courts with destruction and death with absolute abandon. His art is beautiful. His art will hurt him. He's so, so okay with that.

In addition, I think this song describes really well how he approaches things that are novel and perhaps frighten him.

It is, again, literally the whole song but here's a couple of lines:

I'm a little boy that's gonna be getting his fingers burned But I can see this lesson's gotta, gotta, gotta be learned

In any case, my friends, it's too late Like a moth to light, like a beast to bait And I know the black widow eats its mate

I'm an innocent being seduced by your charms I'm a young boy tickled to death in your arms Your kisses taste like bitter almonds

Addiction pulling me to a grave end You're an enemy who I'm keen to defend Down the black hole of my lust I descend

Why is it that I'm keen to be devoured by you When there's the option of a love affair that's pure and true? I always choose the dungeon over the sea view

It's wrong but I want you tonight

Sasori: Body by Mother Mother

This guy hates every inch of his human body. As soon as he realized he could change himself, every cell of skin, every drop of blood, every breath of air was cursed. As long as he is flesh and bone, he suffers. This includes even the barest hint of humanity in the cylinder that is his heart. If he could get rid of it, he would. The body only exists to get in the way. He will break these confines.

It is. Yet again. Just the entire song that works for him. Here are a few lines:

Take my eyes, take them aside Take my face, and desecrate Arms and legs, get in the way Bodies break

'Cause I've grown tired of this body A cumbersome and heavy body I've grown tired of this body Fall apart without me, body

Kisame: Promiseland by Mika

It's no secret I adore thinking about Kisame's worldview, and I think this song is a wonderful insight into it. He is the definition of disillusioned, trying to find out what he can really depend upon, if anything. He has nothing to lose. He's already lost it all.

Standout lyrics:

Sold my soul, broke my bones, tell me, what did I get? Did my time, toed the line, ain't seen anything yet Strike me down to the ground, you know I've seen it before Make it hurt, I'll eat the dirt, I just don't care anymore

I kept my promise, man, show me the promiseland

And the whole world's bringing me down

One person's lie is just another man's truth We kept on running from the devil, but the devil was you Every time I see the light, I'm falling deeper in debt If I've never seen the good, how can it come to an end?

Itachi: The Villain I Appear to Be by Connor Spiotto and Molly Pease

Itachi puts his mission first before anyone's impression of him, even that of his beloved brother. However, he can still yearn for his understanding, his respect. The song reflects on doing the right thing without slowing down to explain, lest it be too late, and hoping the pieces may be put together later. Maybe it'll be in your favor, maybe not. That doesn't matter as much as the outcome of your actions.

Standout lyrics:

Nothin' left to do but Try to take the leap and follow through And that's exactly what I'll do

I don't plan on slowing Down, no I'll keep on going Even if you think I'm in the wrong

I know that's what I'm here for I don't wanna wait around anymore Even if you can't see The good inside me

I don't have the time to tell you Why I do the things that I do Just please hold on and soon you'll see That I'm not the villain I appear to be

And I know you think I'm crazy But I hope that maybe Now you'll see why I had to try

#itachi #kisame #sasori #deidara #hidan #kakuzu #zetsu #tobi naruto #obito #konan #pein naruto #pain naruto #akatsuki #tak talks

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alicentsgf · 2 years

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could you please elaborate more on the daemon loving/being interested in rhaenyra because she was the closest thing to viserys?

Yes I can 😌

Daemon suffers from the same debilitating disease as every other man in HOTD - an inability to see (high-born) women as anything other than extensions of their fathers or husbands. The way Viserys relates to Rhaenyra is all about his own selfish feelings, and he so easily accepts Alicent into an advisory role when shes only 15 probably because at least in part he's seeing Otto. Otto basically sees Alicent as an extra limb of his own body, and he likely sees Rhaenyra as an extension of Viserys - he probably ensured Alicent was made her companion for that reason. Daemon also sees Alicent as an extension of Otto and thats why he uses her to taunt Otto at the tourney - asking Alicent for her favour was Daemon all but mockingly asking for Otto's. And in every move Daemon made with Rhaenyra, not just the neck-grabbing scene, you could feel Viserys presence.

This man is obsessed with his brother. He spends pretty much Viserys' whole life desperately trying to get his brother's attention/force himself into a position of trust. He wants Viserys love and admiration so badly he will tear other people apart for it. His violent nature itself is his love for Viserys made manifest, as well as an outlet through which to vent his frustrations over Viserys dismissal. As a second son he stood to inherit nothing, but if he could be the finest warrior... perhaps he could convince Viserys he was worthy of a place at his side. He was the one rallying an army to fight for Viserys throne before the great council /for his brother/. If he kills and maims all the criminals in Kings Landing then (not only does it feel good) but to his mind he's doing a service /for his brother/. Then, when spurned, he fights a war to prove to himself he doesn't need Viserys... only to run right back when he wins in the hope of a pat on the head.

Where he respects Viserys, his relationship with Rhaenyra stinks of grooming and flippant disregard; She's a game. She's a distraction. She's a means to an end. He plays with her because, in her youth especially, she makes him feel powerful and desired, all the while reminding him of Viserys. But she's still not Viserys, and he happily leaves her vulnerable and alone in a dangerous situation on a whim. He gambles with her future for his own gain, and lets Viserys believe he took her virginity just for the chance of being Rhaenyra's consort… because if he's Rhaenyra's consort then Viserys can't send him away from court anymore, not without sending Rhaenyra away too. His place would be at Viserys' heir's side. Who cares if he ruins Rhaenyra's life, if it gets him one step closer to Viserys. And Viserys understood it wasn't (just) lust for Rhaenyra that drove Daemon to do such a thing, but it wasn't the throne he was after either - he only ever wanted to be Viserys' Hand. It's what he's always wanted. He tells Viserys this. He wants to be the person his brother relies on. But Viserys keeps removing him from the council and sending him away… so how is he supposed to prove himself worthy?

I wonder… why did Daemon run from the brothel? I certainly believe he meant to go through with it, he'd let it go far enough, and there's no doubt he wanted Rhaenyra. It looked like guilt to me. Maybe a hint of confusion? (Maybe he'd just never experienced guilt before lmao). (Edit: Going off what someone just told me in the notes I had an ephiphany: In that moment hes only too aware of Rhaenyra's desire and the fact that she actually wants him. Here is this representation of Viserys in front of him Wanting him which he's never truly experienced and the lack of control over the situation and the guilt and desire and conflict is all just fucking with his mind to the point where he has to run away and drink himself into a stupor.)

Daemon is as Targaryen as they come. His parents and grandparents were siblings. He's grown up in this environment where friendships between siblings of the opposite gender are immediately sexualised. If Daemon had been born a girl, he would have no doubt been married off to Viserys. What does that knowledge do to a person? Especially when Daemon is (according to the cut scenes anway) canonically bisexual.

Whether he "desires" Viserys, or ever did, in any normal sense is kind of irrelevant, because this situation is not normal; we're literally talking about a man pursuing his niece because of a psychosexual fixation on his own brother. It's about the Targaryen sexualisation of sibling bonds. It's about the deeply rooted misogyny present in Daemon Targaryen. He can't fully invest in any partner he has; he's too misogynistic to see any woman as an entire person, and too Targaryen to emotionally invest in someone outside his own family. Not to mention the fact he finds power and having control too sexually alluring to consider what his own brother represents as King anything less than erotically enthralling.

Daemon has this sense that he was always meant for Viserys and he just can't shake it. On some level he knows that in another life he would have been Viserys' Queen, but in this life he can't have that. He tries to get as close to that reality as he can, but Viserys denies him. So he focuses on Rhaenyra; if his brother won't take him on as Hand or keep him as his heir then he can be Rhaenyra's consort, he can be Rhaenyra's Hand, he can give Rhaenyra heirs. He spends so much of his existence using Rhaenyra to desperately grasp at all the pieces of that other life with Viserys he might still be able to reach. Is it any wonder that when Rhaenyra reveals Viserys thought even less of Daemon than he believed, he lashes out at her - the person he's always seen as a substitute for the man he really wanted.

#ask #anon #hotd #daemon targaryen #viserys targaryen #the targaryen condition #anti targaryen #anti daemyra #anti daemon targaryen

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the ceo's son ✧.* [ pt. 8 ]

⊹ pairing: choi soobin x f! reader

⊹ genre: strangers to friends to lovers

⊹ warnings: none! just a lot of fluff <3

⊹ wc: 6.1k

summary: you've been an intern at c company for roughly over four months now - directly under the ceo as his assistant. everything was going perfectly: you were saving up money to attend uni next year, and you knew that you were under the ceo's good graces to receive a great recommendation when the time came! in fact, he took a liking to you so much that he'd often joke that he wanted to set you up with his son. at least ... you thought it was a joke.

once he returned back to campus, soobin was to be found ditching his classes - despite insisting that he needed to make it back in time - and pacing back and forth in his dorm's living area.

after a brief cry for help from him in the group chat, all four of his friends skipped their own schedules and were now seated on the couch, watching soobin slowly dissolve into complete madness.

"what am i supposed to even say to her?!" soobin asked to no one in particular, running his hands through his hair stressfully.

"uhh, how about 'hey y/n, i like you'?" taehyun offered simply, shrugging as if the matter weren't that big of a deal.

although it may have appeared that way from an outside perspective, soobin personally felt that this was a life or death situation that could seriously cost him everything he had.

the 'everything' in question being his relationship with you.

"no, no, i need something bigger. i need to really...," soobin's thought trailed off as he began looking all around the room, praying for some sort of answer to magically appear in the air. he groaned again in frustration, slowly dropping his entire body to lay sprawled out on the floor.

the confidence he had earlier in the day was long gone now.

"alright, how about this," yeonjun spoke next, scooting forward on the couch to get a better look at his defeated friend. "why don't you take her to lotte world or something?"

soobin perked his head up at the idea, intrigued. "lotte world?"

"ooh, that's actually a really good idea," kai agreed excitedly, his eyes growing wide at the mere mention. "can we go too?"

"do you have plans to confess to someone?" yeonjun teasingly asked the younger boy, shaking his head.

ignoring the little bickering that then occurred between them, soobin sat up and began to think seriously about yeonjun's idea. he knew it would definitely be a lot of fun, and it excited him just to picture experiencing the theme park all over again with you by his side.

and if you agreed to his confession by the end of the night??

he would have to thank yeonjun and lotte world itself for the rest of his life.

"ooh, you know what, you should confess on the moonboat," beomgyu chimed in suddenly, gasping loudly and praising himself for being the one to offer the best idea between them.

"ahh, but you have to do it at night so that it looks romantic," kai cooed now, turning from yeonjun and getting himself excited all over again at the idea of soobin confessing to you in such a cute way.

soobin was practically about to pull out a pen and notepad, wanting to be sure he jotted down an entire plan to lead up to the final moment on the moonboat that evening.

he wanted every second to be perfect with you, and the last thing he wanted was to go without a plan and risk messing it all up on such an important moment. whether it was important to you would still be unknown, but right now it meant everything to him.

"what should i do there first? do you think she'll like the rollercoasters?" soobin questioned them in a panic, every ride in the park running through his mind as he wondered which ones you'd enjoy and which he should avoid.

"how are we supposed to know? we don't know her," taehyun reminded him, unable to help himself from laughing.

soobin did feel bad for having yet to introduce you to his friends, especially after having told you that he would, but he now figured it'd be better this way. if everything worked out, he'd be able to happily introduce you as his girlfriend rather than just a friend.

his girlfriend... his girlfriend!!!

soobin was practically getting giggly just from thinking the words in his mind, he could only imagine passing away completely if they were to actually come true before the end of the night.

he had to use his own hands to press his cheeks together, forcing himself to stop smiling like an idiot in front of his friends. not that they didn't already notice, seeing as he was sitting right in front of them.

though neither of them would dare say it out loud, each of them were truly happy for their lovesick friend.

"wait, wait, hold on," yeonjun stopped their conversation after a while, a sudden thought occurring to him. "soobin, what was she wearing?"

"what the hell, you pervert?" beomgyu interrupted, smacking yeonjun with one of the pillows beside them - this quickly earned disgusted looks followed by the rest of the boys.

"no, i don't mean like that, dumbass!" yeonjun scolded him, yanking the pillow out of beomgyu's hands and attacking him twice as hard in retaliation. "i meant was it comfortable that she could wear to lotte world straight from work?"

soobin's lips formed into a cute 'o' shape in realization, picturing the work attire you were dressed in today. turns out yeonjun did have a point and was not trying to be dirty-minded; he didn't think your clothes would be suitable for an exciting evening at an amusement park.

"so what? should i take her home first or meet her there?" soobin questioned now, worried about having to push his plans with you back slightly.

"i know you don't want to lose precious time with your girlfriend, so you could offer to take her home first if she's comfortable with it," taehyun suggested.

soobin nodded, not even bothering to deny his words - especially considering it was half true and half (hopefully) soon-to-be true.

"wait, should i tell her now or do i surprise her when i pick her up?" soobin asked next, his eyes shifting between all of their expressions for an answer.

yeonjun seemed to be the only one rolling his eyes. soobin was one question away from practically asking them to handle the entire night for him.

"i think it'd be cute to surprise her! she'll be so excited and you'll get to see how happy she gets," kai cheered, even wiggling his fists in a cute gesture.

beomgyu was quick to agree with kai, but more so on the terms that you'd be supposedly impressed by soobin taking charge and making the plans in front of you rather than asking for permission.

"i'm not sure, i think she should know beforehand to have time to prepare," taehyun countered, thinking logically and being the only one to actually take you into consideration rather than just soobin. "besides, if she says no, it'll be better for her to say so now rather than to his face."

surprisingly, yeonjun agreed with taehyun in this case. he also thought it would be unfair to you to have no say in the decision and be caught off guard.

with the votes now being split 50/50, this turned the predicament back entirely onto soobin's shoulders.

slumping back to the ground in defeat, soobin began to think over which would be the best option when it came to you.

he wanted to surprise you and impress you, for sure, but he also didn't want to do so at the risk of upsetting you for not having any say in what he had planned.

this night was going to mean so much to him, he didn't want to risk screwing it up before it could even start.

・❥・

you sat at mr. jeong's desk, spinning around in his chair from boredom, waiting for the two men to eventually return from an afternoon meeting they were required to attend outside the office.

while you waited, you figured it wouldn't hurt to pull out your phone for a quick minute to occupy yourself for the time being.

surprisingly, you ended up receiving a vague message from soobin just as you had unlocked the screen.

binnie <;3: by any chance, do you like surprises?

you: mmm that depends

you: i like nice surprises but i hate scary ones

binnie <;3: noted!

binnie <;3: see you after work <3

your heart flipped in its own response as his last message came through, though making you feel ridiculous for reacting at something as small as a text heart.

it wouldn't even be the first time that either of you sent a heart to each other, but it still managed to make you giddy every single time.

after a second, it then dawned on you that soobin was clearly intending to surprise you with something after work. could it be a gift that made him think of you? was he going to bring someone along with him to meet you? did he simply just have good news to share??

there was an endless list of possibilities that you were going to end up driving yourself mad if you continued to think about it any longer.

you sighed to yourself, realizing you should have just lied and said you didn't like surprises - at least that way you could know what to expect already instead of thinking about it all day now.

what made it worse was that you wouldn't have anything to work on until mr. choi came back, leaving you with nothing else to do except think about the supposed surprise he could have planned.

you debated on messaging soobin back to forgo everything you just said earlier and to tell you what he was planning, but you were able to talk yourself out of it.

and by 'talk yourself out of it', you really just meant that mr. jeong's timing of walking back into the office forced you to hide your phone before you could do it.

at least it worked out for the better, seeing as you were finally given more work to distract yourself and it allowed for soobin to keep whatever his surprise was to himself.

by the time you were finished for the day, the thought of the surprise had actually been pushed completely out of your mind.

at least, up until you were leaving mr. choi's office and was suddenly grasped from the side - with a large hand quickly covering your mouth to muffle the yelp that you had let out in fear.

"shhh, it's okay, it's just me!" soobin's voice whispered in your ear, waiting until he felt your body relax in his hold before letting you go.

before saying anything, you first turned around and began smacking the idiot on the arm for doing something so stupid. "you do not do that to a woman, choi soobin, what is wrong with you??"

"ahhh, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry," soobin whined, grasping at his arm and cowering away from you playfully until you finally stopped hitting him.

not that you hitting him affected him any - in fact, he hardly even felt it - but man did he think you looked adorable anyway, so he enjoyed playing along.

"what are you even doing up here?" you scolded him next, glancing back at the closed doors of his father's office, worried about being caught alone by the man.

"i wanted to see you," soobin whispered simply, catching your eye and flashing his dimples when he saw your cheeks turn a cute shade of pink.

you rolled your eyes and scoffed, turning away from him entirely in a failed attempt to hide how badly you started blushing immediately afterwards.

what was with him today?

"come on, dork," you told him, pressing the button for the elevator quickly so that the two of you wouldn't dwell any longer and risk mr. choi exiting his office to see you both together.

now although mr. choi may have remained a little clueless about his son and intern, neither of you would have ever guessed that a certain assistant had full access to the security cameras.

a silent cupid, if you will.

"so?"

soobin looked down at you, tilting his head in confusion. "so what?"

so what? did he ... not remember?

furrowing your eyebrows together and forming your lips into a pout, you suddenly started to wonder if you had misunderstood the idea about soobin's mention of a surprise.

unless ... oh! unless him showing up to scare the hell out of you was actually the surprise!

well, in that case, he failed miserably on taking note of how you felt about scary surprises.

"sorry, nevermind, i thought there was going to be a different surprise," you shrugged, though feeling secretly disappointed.

it was your own fault, though, considering you raised your own expectations on such a vague message. the cute boy just wanted to see you and there you were, making yourself sad because you wanted more.

"but i haven't told you the surprise yet?"

your entire demeanor perked up, looking up to meet soobin's eyes with a giant smile you couldn't even suppress if you tried. "you haven't?" you echoed excitedly, bouncing slightly on your toes.

you were beginning to make it extremely difficult for soobin to keep himself together when you looked this cute. it was taking everything in him to not throw his entire plan for the evening out the window and just confess to you right there in the elevator of his father's company.

"nope, i'm waiting until we get outside," he told you, making your heart leap from eagerness now.

the second the elevator doors opened to the lobby, you grabbed ahold of soobin's hand and practically raced to the exit doors while pulling him in tow. you just couldn't wait any longer!

"okay, now tell me, tell me, tell me!" you chanted excitedly, bouncing up and down once the two of you made it out the doors and onto the pavement sidewalk.

"i just want to say that you are welcome to say no if you're not comfortable, okay?" soobin first disclaimed, heeding taehyun's advice from earlier about making sure you were completely okay with what he had planned.

you brought your excited bouncing to a halt, now being a little cautious about what soobin may have had in mind.

after earning a simple nod from you, soobin took a deep breath and finally came right out with it. "would- would you want ... to go to lotte world with me ... tonight?"

well, he sort of came right out with it.

stunned, your mouth gaped open and your eyes widened. after a brief recovery, you squealed excitedly and jumped up for soobin to catch you in his arms as you engulfed him in a hug. "yes, yes, oh my God! it's going to be so much fun!"

if he was being honest, soobin barely heard what you just said. all he knew was that you were excited and you were in his arms in the absolute best way possible.

had you not slowly pulled away to signal for him to put you down, he was pretty sure it would've been impossible for anyone else to get him to let you go.

he didn't know exactly what it was, but he knew that you belonged in his arms. it felt perfect; it felt right. his arms were meant to hold you and you alone.

"is that okay?"

soobin suddenly shook his head to focus back into reality and not in his daydreams, allowing him to realize he had to have missed something you just said. "what was that?"

puffing air through your nose in amusement, you repeated your question. "i asked if we could stop by my apartment first so i can change?"

"oh, of course, yeah!" soobin quickly agreed.

it was all part of the plan anyway, so it worked out that you suggested the idea before he could.

・❥・

arriving to your apartment for the second time, it was going to be the first time that soobin would get to see the inside for himself.

he knew you lived with your best friend as your roommate, but he was still eager to see all the details that resembled you all over the place. he could imagine that the cutest things would belong to you. or maybe you had a homier vibe that radiated warmth and comfort instead. unless you liked a more minimalist type of style that wasn't very showy.

regardless, he was chewing on his bottom lip excitedly behind you as you were searching for your key to unlock the door.

once you finally opened the door, soobin was first greeted by the appearance and general smell of a clean apartment. there was some sort of floral fragrance in the air, and it took only a second for him to spot the open candle at the dining table.

first impression alone had soobin feeling ashamed for ever taking you anywhere near the filthy hole he had to call a dorm.

"make yourself at home! just give me one second to change, okay?" you told soobin after handing him the guest house slippers, quickly taking off your own shoes and rushing to your room to change.

it took only a second for soobin to drive himself crazy with how cute you were, all from glancing down at the little bunny design on the guest slippers.

he wondered if he should invest in house slippers solely meant for you back at his dorm...

finally walking further into the apartment, soobin was practically creating a mental shopping list of things he wanted to get for you back at his dorm. he already included the house slippers, candles, a fuzzy throw blanket similar to the one that he found neatly folded on your couch, and was even heavily considering getting you your own mug for the kitchen.

it took him a second too long to remind himself that you two were still just friends at this moment, so it was completely insane for him to start practically moving you two in together.

but still ... he wanted you to at least visit more often.

there was still a movie that needed to be finished as well, which soobin would be sure to remind you of later.

as he continued to wait for you, soobin then found himself in front of a shelf full of picture frames. some were of, who he assumed to be, your roommate, but he instantly caught sight of the ones with your adorable smiling face.

he picked up a certain frame that consisted of you as a child, smiling and laughing about whatever it may have been back then, and never did he expect you to look even cuter than you do now.

taking a quick glance behind him to ensure you weren't coming back, soobin pulled out his phone and took a picture to save for himself. he then got carried away snapping more pictures of you from each frame.

so carried away, in fact, that he took no notice of the new presence that had entered the room.

"what the hell are you doing?"

soobin jumped in fear, letting out a small scream from having been shocked unexpectedly - especially from being caught red-handed. turning around, his entire face turned beet red when he realized that it wasn't even you that had caught him.

chaewon lifted up an accusing brow, her arms crossed as she eyed the creep who still held a photo of you in his hands.

she recognized him to be that soobin guy from the night before, but she had no reason to understand why the hell he was standing in her apartment taking creepy shots of your pictures.

"i- i'm ... i was just-," soobin stuttered, his gaze shifting between chaewon, his phone, and the picture frame still in his hands.

rolling her eyes, chaewon walked over to the creep and casually pulled the frame out of his grasp to place back onto the shelf. despite him being practically an entire foot taller, she found it incredibly hilarious that he was acting so nervous and shy.

"so you're soobin, huh?" she asked him rhetorically, since she knew full well who he was, taking a few steps back to get a better look at him up close.

thinking back to how you described him to her, he did appear to give off an aura of a gentle giant. chaewon felt better that she didn't get any bad vibes from him, or else she would have kicked him out then and there without a second thought.

"yes, i'm choi soobin. i'm friends with y/n," soobin quickly introduced himself, bowing way too formally.

considering chaewon was your best friend, he was incredibly desperate to make a good impression on her. it did not help, however, the situation that she caught him in.

"calm down, i'm not interviewing you," chaewon laughed, now understanding what you meant every time you had referred to him as your 'cute dork'.

"right, sorry," soobin found himself apologizing, feeling all the more nervous.

could you hear him silently screaming for help?

if you did catch his telepathic waves, you ignored it.

you were too busy practically having a panic attack in your bedroom trying to figure out something to wear. this was practically a date, so you needed to dress cute, but you also needed it to be something practical for an amusement park.

curse the cute boy for doing this to you!!

"so you're the one whose crazy father is trying to set you guys up together?" chaewon quizzed him suddenly, crossing her arms and causing soobin to find her all the more intimidating.

"yes, well-"

"and you're the one who let your friends message her and ignore her the other day?" chaewon interrupted with another question, smirking as the boy in front of her was about to panic.

"well, yes, but i didn't-"

"and you're also the one who's secretly in love with her?"

"yes, but i'm-"

this time, it was soobin who cut himself off. both his and chaewon's eyes widened twice their normal size, surprised at how easily it came to him to answer.

chaewon just wanted to watch him stutter like an idiot for an answer, she didn't expect him to say yes right away!

"but you're what?" chaewon urged him to finish, genuinely curious as to what the end of that sentence was going to be.

still blushing profusely, soobin took a quick glance towards your bedroom door one more time. either to ensure you weren't on your way out or to silently scream for your help, he couldn't be sure.

"but i'm ... i'm confessing tonight," soobin finally mumbled, his eyes quickly averting down to his fidgeting hands in embarrassment. he couldn't believe he was admitting this to your best friend right now.

chaewon gasped in a delighted surprise, throwing her entire intimidating demeanor from a second ago out the window. "you are? oh my God, that's so great! she's going to be so happy!"

if she was being honest, she didn't even realize that she had just casually exposed your own feelings to the boy without even thinking about it. hearing that the boy you were crushing on felt the same for you just made her so excited!!

lucky for her, though, it was still subtle enough that he didn't even manage to catch on to her words.

"do you think she'll say yes?" soobin asked her, desperation laced in his voice as he looked at your best friend expectantly for a response.

if anyone would know what to expect from you, it would be her.

smirking now, chaewon glanced over to see that your bedroom door was slowly beginning to open. "let's put it this way, lover boy. i don't know all about you just because i'm a good guesser," she told him in a low voice, taking her leave to walk towards the kitchen once you finally stepped out.

"hey, cutie, where are you going?" chaewon called out to you playfully from her new place in front of the kitchen counter.

"soobin's taking me to lotte world!" you answered her cheerfully, practically skipping over to stand beside soobin and wrap your hands around his arm.

"ooh, lotte world? sounds like fun~," she commented, secretly biting her tongue to prevent herself from making any remarks that would hint at soobin's plan for the night.

she already couldn't wait for you to come back so she could hear every single detail.

"so you're ready?" soobin asked you, looking down and noticing your change of clothes.

you nodded excitedly, dragging him along with you out of the apartment after bidding a rushed goodbye to chaewon. you were so happy to be going with soobin that you didn't want to waste a single second on your way.

in contrast to your usual way of traveling, this time you and soobin would take the subway in order to reach lotte world much quicker and with greater ease — seeing as it would take roughly 10 minutes to reach the exit directly connected to the park.

what neither of you were prepared for, though, was the mass of people that filled the subway - a mixture of families headed home from work and a few headed for a long night of drinking at whatever bar or club they could find.

all the seats were filled from what you both could see, but soobin managed to find an unoccupied handrail for the two of you to share. soobin made sure to stand in between you and the men that occupied the seat beside the rail, not wanting to risk any chance of either of them making you uncomfortable.

you stayed rather silent during the trip, for many reasons.

the first reason being that you felt shy with so many people surrounding the two of you, and it embarrassed you to have complete strangers hearing your conversation.

not that anything you'd say would be embarrassing at all, but it was your own anxiety that made you nervous.

the second reason was that you couldn't bring yourself to speak even if you wanted to. the cause behind that being soobin's gentle hand resting carefully on your waist, protecting you on the off-chance that you lost balance at all during the ride.

even with a layer of clothing in between, soobin's touch still emitted sparks coursing through your veins.

could he feel them too?

was he even aware of how he made you feel at all?

in this instance, soobin was clueless. he was more focused on everyone around you, watching carefully for anyone's possible lingering stares or wandering hands.

he was never a fan of the subway, having heard many horror stories - and seen many dramas - of creepy men that would take advantage of women. never would he ever want you to deal with anything like that, not as long as he could be there beside you to prevent it.

in which case, left him paying no attention to your blushing cheeks or the goosebumps on your skin from the position of his hand.

・❥・

in a matter of no time, though it felt like years to you, the both of you finally exited the subway and walked a short ways to reach the south gate entrance.

despite your insisting to help cover at least half of the entrance fee, soobin hushed you and ended up covering all the costs for himself - even going as far to splurge on magic passes to prevent any waiting for a few of the popular rides.

"soobin, you can't keep doing that," you pouted, feeling worse than you should that he kept paying for you everywhere you went.

meanwhile, it didn't bother soobin in the slightest. he adored being able to treat you to anything and everything you wanted, just as long as it made you smile.

besides, it was his father's money. he did want you two together, right? in which case, soobin was sure he wouldn't mind either.

"come on, what do you want to do first?" soobin asked you, intertwining your hands perfectly together that it felt as if it were the most natural instinct in the world.

after only a second of pondering, your eyes landed on the sign of the closest ride - with an estimated wait time of only 20 minutes. luckily for you both, the 'premium' magic pass that decorated your wrists would allow you to skip the line.

"let's go here," you urged soobin, tugging cutely for him to follow behind you as you led him to the adventures of sinbad.

seeing as you got to skip the waiting, you and soobin were placed in the perfect spot at the very front of the ride. you were, unfortunately, joined later by a lone rider to make a set of 3, but it didn't bother either of you that much.

you still held each other's hand and giggled happily together for every twist and turn - even 'ooh'ing and 'ahh'ing at the dragon animatronics.

it was barely the first ride out of many, but you already didn't want the day with soobin to end. you hadn't been to lotte world ever since you were a child, so creating this new memory with the adorable boy beside you meant everything.

you truly wished you could live it forever.

"i know where we're going next," soobin laughed beside you, now being the one to tug at your hand to follow him to the conquistador next door.

only this time, you hesitated. you used your free hand to grasp at his wrist to gain his attention, wanting to stop him from going any further. "actually, that ride's really cramped, i don't know if i want to go on that one," you told him.

it was true that the ride was very cramped, seeing as it held almost up to 60 people at a time, but he and his friends never really saw that as a problem before.

the only other person he knew who wasn't a fan of the ride was huening, but that was because ...

soobin looked back over at you to study your face, realizing that you looked a little nervous every time you watched the mechanical boat go upwards. figuring it was a little more than just a cramped ride that made you reluctant, he chose to play along and avoid teasing you just this once.

"you're right, we can go on something else," he reassured you, squeezing your hand gently and leading you away from the ride.

after discovering your new fear, soobin mentally created a list of rides to avoid and not bother suggesting on the chance that they would make you uncomfortable. he wanted to make this night a wonderful experience for you, and he was not about to risk anything.

the drunken basket, however, was a bit of a question mark. he figured it couldn't hurt to ask, seeing as it wasn't that high up.

"would you be okay going up there?" soobin asked you, pointing towards the currently spinning basket ride.

if you were being honest, watching it spin around made you dizzy just from looking at it, but you refused to skip any more rides and ruin the evening for soobin. if you kept saying no to anything that made you worry, he may end up having no fun with you at all.

"yeah, looks like fun!" you lied through a forced smile, taking deep breaths after he turned around in order to comfort yourself before you reached it.

declaring yourself as a party of two, the worker allowed you both to your own basket before shutting the tiny door that would supposedly keep you in.

staring long and hard at the metal disk in the center, you suddenly grew even more nervous at the thought of getting motion sick.

"we don't have to spin it if you don't want to," soobin reassured you, smiling gently as he noticed your nerves once again.

"no, no, we can! just not too much, okay?" you told him, focusing on your deep breaths once again.

once the ride started, soobin ignored your protests and ended up scooting over from his place across from you to sit directly by your side. he used one arm to hold you tightly against him, allowing you to tuck your face into his coat, while his other hand turned the disk around only a couple times.

he was curious, he couldn't help himself.

besides, you felt safer being held so closely to him, so you didn't mind one bit. for a second, you forgot you were even on the ride at all.

once it was over, the two of you ended up stumbling around a bit on your way down - soobin more than you - and you opted for waiting off to the side for a second so that you could regain your balance.

"oh, binnie, look!" you cheered excitedly, pointing over to a nearby attraction that piqued your interest.

it took soobin a second to follow where you were pointing, his heart distracting him as it flipped over from hearing your name for him fall casually from your lips.

"the mirror maze?" he finally asked, tilting his head and smiling at you so cutely.

if he had known before that something like this would have you smiling so brightly and adorably at him, he would have suggested lotte world ages ago.

"yeah, do you want try it?" you asked him, bouncing on your toes in a failed attempt to prevent yourself from getting overexcited.

now how could soobin possibly say no to someone as cute as you?

not that he would ever dare to deny you anything in the world.

"sure, cutie, let's go."

... cutie?!

had soobin not said it in such a cute, cooing way, that simple sentence had the potential to sound a lot flirtier, which could have easily made you lose your mind without any effort.

not that you weren't already.

after soobin swore he had the entire maze memorized and insisted he lead you through, it made it all the funnier to watch him walk face first into the first mirror.

from there, it was as if everywhere he tried to turn was a mirror, causing you to laugh at him the whole time. you would ask if he'd like any help, but apparently he would rather play on false confidence that he supposedly knew where he was going.

"i think they change the mirrors," soobin tried to justify, practically looking like a mime as his hands touched over every mirror surrounding the two of you.

"i'm sure they do, binnie," you teased him, having a much easier time than he had as you finally took charge and guided yourself through each turn to find the exit.

once the two of you finally made it out, soobin began jokingly gasping for air as if you had been trapped in there for days.

your heart swelled as you giggled, adoring how cute he was every time he made you laugh.

intertwining your hands together once more, with both of your hearts simultaneously racing, you began to work your way through the crowd in order to spot anymore attractions to enjoy before moving on to the next floor.

of course, your eyes refused to miss the bright, shining lights of the camelot carousel practically screaming at you.

"aww, binnie, let's ride the carousel!" you chanted happily, walking backwards as you dragged him by hand and watched his cute little dimples flash at you.

normally soobin wouldn't care for the carousel, but he would ride it 100 times over for you if you simply told him so.

from once believing that the carousel was a rather boring ride, soobin was suddenly convinced that it was the best attraction out of the entire park. watching you laugh, smile, and cheer so giddily made the ride appear so much brighter than before.

he couldn't resist taking his phone out to capture just how pretty you looked from his view, despite your protests and lies that you weren't. it took him only a second to decide to make you his lock screen, and it took even less time to choose which of the many was his favorite.

there was something about the way you looked at him in one of the pictures that had his heart swelling, flipping, and racing all at once. he didn't want to get his hopes up, but it almost looked like ... maybe, just maybe, there was a deeper feeling to your eyes whenever they looked at him — just like how his shined every time he looked at you.

sighing in content, he couldn't help but to think that everything about the night was running smoothly.

you were happy, soobin was happy, and his entire plan was on track to take you to magic island for the end of the night moonboat ride, where he would then confess to you.

and then ... soobin made a slight miscalculation.

[ to be continued ... ]

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a/n:

okay FIRST OF ALL, i may have practically gone to lotte world myself with how much i'm studying that damn park map. i didn't want to talk out of my ass and start naming things that weren't there, so i aimed for accuracy and i beg of you to pls acknowledge me for it 😭

secondly, i was originally going to make this one LONG final post buuuuut ... let's just say it ended up being way longer than i expected and i figured you guys would rather enjoy a two-parter anyway <3

PLS PLS enjoy it !!! the second part is still currently in progress, so look forward to it very soon while also enjoying part 1 !!

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