#even if its a little delusional or selfish

[divinelyviolet]

Astrology Observations:

-Found a trend with Aries Moon/Venus (honorable mention Leo Mars) to be into BDSM or more rough type of sex

-People with Pisces placements in big 3 are more selfish than other placements, though people they let into their lives don’t seem to mind. Pisces in Big 3 aren’t usually shy about what they want

-Sagittarius in Big 3 always seem to have the opportunity to either travel or experience unique things with basically no cost to them. Always seeming to stem from some type of pure good luck and/or charismatic nature (them knowing someone who knew someone got them backstage/ got a job that lets them travel for free/etc)

*Bonus: Sagittarius in big 3 seem to have the ability to rub luck off onto people (whether good or bad depends on the Sag in my opinion)

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ SORCERY SCHEMES — GETO SUGURU.

contents. non sorcery au!, husband! suguru, gn! reader, nanako and mimiko are still your kids, silly lil shenanigans of cult leader! suguru being in your dreams

suguru has been the source of your anger for lots of things over the years. some fair, others not so much.

that one important date he accidentally missed because he got caught up at work. that time you vented and he tried to tell you to toughen up instead of picking your side. that time he accidentally shrunk your favorite sweater in the laundry. that time he fell asleep while you were talking late at night (he had insisted he was tired, in his defense—you were just too stubborn to let him sleep.)

marriage has its ups and downs, but suguru likes to think you’re a strong couple—but this? this is the most outrageously ridiculous reason to be mad at him—he’s simply at a loss.

“so let me get this straight,” he starts slowly, as if trying to comprehend something far too complex for his simple mind, “you’re mad at me because i had some superpowers in your dream—”

“it was sorcery,” you hiss, “were you even listening?”

“right. sorry. i was…a sorcerer,” he apologizes. he looks at you like you’re insane—your eye twitches just a little. “and then suddenly i went crazy in the head and killed a village and adopted nanako and mimiko and…left. to basically cleanse an entire demographic. is that right?”

“you had a cult too.”

“and the cult,” he nods slowly, “can’t forget the cult.”

“yeah,” you glower—if looks could kill, suguru thinks he might have never been born at all. this is a new one, he has to admit. “and it was really fucking rude. you left. and you took the kids before i could even meet them.”

“okay,” he says tiredly, rubbing his forehead, “baby, i don’t know if you realize this, but i don’t…i can’t perform sorcery. and i don’t have a cult i can lead either. i’m just a literature teacher—”

“i know what you are,” you snap, shoving away the hand he tries to reach at you with, “you’re a selfish psychopath who committed heinous crimes and left me single and alone as you led a group of people to follow your crazy ideas. don’t even think about touching me—”

“so do you want me to apologize?” he sighs, “because i’m sorry—”

“what if i left you? huh? and just started killing everyone who has blue eyes? what then? i’ll take the kids this time and leave you alone, see how you like it.”

“well, at least that gets rid of satoru,” he mutters quietly. and then he grins—chuckles a soft little laugh that makes the edges of your lips curl just a bit. “you’re crazy,” he snorts, shaking his head. and then— “but i love you. c’mere.”

you don’t fight the hand the reaches towards you this time, letting his arm curl around your waist and pull you into his side. that’s a good sign, he thinks, so he tests the waters and plants a kiss to your head. you melt just a little.

“i’m still mad at you,” you mumble.

“yeah, i figured,” he grins, “anything i can do to erase my sins as a mass murderer?”

“you can make breakfast,” you hum, leaning closer as you rub circles into his chest, “and wash the dishes.”

“easy enough,” he nods, pulling a scowl from you.

“you’re not off the hook yet,” you click your teeth.

“of course,” he nods in agreement, “i still have to atone for my radical actions. i’ll start by resurrecting all the people i killed. that should do it, right?”

“suguru, be serious,” you huff, “i was very sad, okay?”

“did you miss me?” he wriggles his brows—you look at him incredulously before slapping his chest. he chuckles a little too long for your liking.

“what a stupid question,” you pinch your nose, “so if i became delusional and ran off to erase a population, you wouldn’t be upset with me?”

“actually, i’d follow you because i love you,” he shrugs, pinching your nose lightly, “i’d be your cult’s second-in-command. obviously you just didn’t love me enough in your dream to do the same for me.”

“you didn’t invite me,” you pout through a glare, “what was i supposed to do? show up unwelcome?”

“well, nothing was stopping you. was i at least a strong sorcerer?” he asks in wonder.

you think for a moment before nodding. “yeah,” you say thoughtfully, “one of the strongest.”

“nice,” he grins—he seems a bit too pleased for something that happened in your dreams.

you decide to deal the harsh blow. “but not nearly as strong as satoru. you know he was the literally the strongest?”

“okay,” he scowls, “if you do kill blue-eyed people, start with him.”

you giggle, leaning up to kiss his jaw as he lets a soft grin pull over his features. he laughs with you—and suddenly, you’re both chuckling together uncontrollably.

it’s a bit of a silly circumstance, but he kisses your forehead and means it when he says, “sorry i left you to kill people and led a cult and committed a bunch of crimes while i wiped out a whole group of people. i didn’t mean it.”

“you took the kids too,” you remind him.

“i don’t know what i was thinking,” he shakes his head, “those two are a handful. how was i managing being a single father with all that on my plate?”

“that’s why you shouldn’t have left me,” you point out.

“you’re right,” he agrees, “i’ll invite you if i ever snap and lose my sanity.”

“good. you’re forgiven. now, i want chocolate chip pancakes—and make coffee while you’re at it.”

“yeah, whatever,” he rolls his eyes. he kisses you though, a soft little peck over your lips as you hum into the kiss and cup his cheek, “you got it. whatever you want.”

“i want you,” you murmur, “unhinged sorcerer and all.”

he laughs at the craziness of it all—but he loves it anyway, loves you despite it all.

“and i want you too,” he grins, hopelessly in love, “if you’ll do me the honors and join my crazy sorcery schemes.”

hi i’m tee and i had a dream that my rude ass sister stole my car and totaled it and now im very mad at her and i am not speaking to her until she apologizes. she refuses so im now double mad

[narcissistshandler]

Hi! I was wondering if you do yandere reader if so could do yandere male reader x Rin itoshi please ignore this if you feel uncomfortable

𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗟 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x itoshi rin

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 top!amab reader, bottom!rin, yandere!reader, reader and rin are friends with benefits, violet thoughts (about killing, sharing intimate videos, hurt, make bleed), implicit reader filming sex with rin without consent, stalker behavior, reader is delusional, cumming inside without consent, implicit reader ripping condoms, hint of kidnapping/false imprisonment.

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 I do! i just can't promise to be good at writing yandere, but this was fun anyway. 1.2k words ahead, read warnings and proceed with caution

You wanted to treat Rin better, like fragile porcelain under your hands and every time after he was gone you found yourself fantasizing about treating him like the divine thing he was, not knowing why those thoughts never came when you had him under your thumbs.

But when you rub your already hard cock again against Rin's well-worn, leaking lube hole, grip his hips until your nails dig into the skin and push in, you remember why it's always so hard to treat him like a fragile doll. The sense of power, the notion that he was at your mercy was too unnerving to deny.

You loved him more than anything in your life and nothing and no one was worth even a piece of his nail, not even you or your life. Still, when his head flew back and you could see the hint of teeth sinking into the hand held against his mouth, your love turned into a selfish, cruel little thing, again.

You wanted nothing more than to treat him like a pig at the slaughter.

He spread his legs wider, offering himself fully to your dominion, his body an instrument begging to be played, by you. It is a testament to you control over Rin, no one could give him what he wanted ── only you, only you had the right to see these expressions and hear these sounds. One of your hands finds its way away from his waist, across the lower part of his stomach where you were deeply seated, and lower until it touches the pulsing edge where your bodies connect as one.

There were marks of your belongings all over Rin's body, red fingerprints on his thighs, scratches on his stomach, gross hickeys on his legs, bloody bites on his shoulders and a menacing one near the base of Rin's cock that cost you a clean punch on the cheek. Blood still smeared your teeth from the punch and each time you leaned in for the kiss you made sure to share the metallic taste with Rin, your head spinning whenever you thought you were inside him now, in every way possible.

In the dark you couldn't very well see his face and neither could he see yours, but it was Rin's strict rule that the light must always be off and even when you were outside the four walls of a cheap motel you had to wear a cap and mask and after falling on the puke and spit-smeared floor and making him cum in your throat or after fucking his pre-prepared ass you had to stay behind while he walked away. Rin was ridiculous like that, he was apparently afraid of you following him, as he always turned around and purposefully took two meters wrong before finally heading towards his own house and the number he used to talk to you was disposable, even his real name he never gave you, but you knew it all the same, because he was yours and it was your right to know.

Outside these walls he wore the mask of a complete stranger to you and you desperately wanted to change that, lock him to you so he could never walk away, carve your name into his belly, take the footage you took of your encounters and put it out there so that his career was over and he only had you to go back to and you would hold him in your arms and let him cry and say 'it's going to be okay, my love' as people shared and talked about the video.

Your hands gripped his neck, cutting off his breath. Rin's entire body tensed, feet tucked into the mattress and hands gripping yours to stop you. His hole tightened, hot, just for you, just for you, no one else should be able to see him like this and for a moment you wondered if there were other guys who fucked him, who got into his hole and made him come.

Your hips moved harder, thrusting as deeply as they could inside him, pressing through the deliciously contracted walls to you, wanting to make him bleed, wanting to mold his insides to your form. You could keep him like this forever, yours and nobody else's. An eternal sleeping beauty who wouldn't get up and go as soon as he was sexually satisfied. He should be embalmed so his skin never sags, his flesh doesn't putrefy and the sparkle in his green eyes doesn't fade. It could take hours, days, the hard work would be worth it of course, but...

The grip loosened and Rin immediately gasped for air, hands flying to his throat, staring at you with those dark eyes... You hated the anger there, but you would never complain about anything Rin gave you, even if it was anger and disgust.

"I'm sorry," you pleaded, kissing his hands placed protectively around his neck, enjoying the smooth skin of his long fingers, the tense vertebrae. His hand lowered slowly and you came, immediately, shamefully fast when you saw the red marks on his fragile skin, your fingerprints implanted in his body.

You kissed each and every one of the marks, licked the hot, cool bruise as your entire body shook and your cock writhed inside him, spilling everything you had inside him. You kissed his chin until you reached full, soft lips. Kissing Rin was always a divine experience, the lips sweet as honey, the saliva intoxicating like the most potent drug, everything started and ended in his mouth and your bodies joined as one soul.

Rin was the first to pull away, panting against your mouth and you wanted to kiss him again until his lungs were no longer able to take in oxygen, but you didn't. You shouldn't cross that limit.

"The condom," Rin murmured, his chest rising and falling under your. "Change the condom."

You pressed your lips against his one last time before pulling away to comply, sitting back on your heels between Rin's spread legs and the clock on the wall reminding you that your time with him was running out, you glanced at your bag dumped on the couch. You had prepared for this, no one would look twice when you walked out with him passed out in your arms and your house was far enough away that you could take him.

"Hurry up," Rin demanded.

Snatching the used condom from your still red and hard cock, you discarded it in the trash, seeing the torn latex and white liquid starting to threaten to ooze out of Rin.

"The condom broke," you warned, your fingers against the damp, taut rim, your voice sounding strange and husky in the hot air of the cramped room.

Rin tensed, hand shooting to his own hole, bumping against yours there before a finger slipped inside.

"Fuck," he cursed, thrusting three fingers inside himself to pull the semen out. You watched it with delight. When he realized this wasn't going to work, he removed his hand and stood up, throwing his shaky legs over the side of the bed. "I'll clean up, I'll be right back."

You nodded, watching Rin walk into the bathroom as you opened yet another pack of condom, your attention darting once more to your bag and then to the clock, your teeth sinking into the latex. Your time was running out, what to do?

[cowardz]

𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚! 𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙢 𝙭 𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧,

✧ You at least had the conscience to feel guilt. It didn't make your actions justified, and your victims did not care for a second how you felt, but it gave you the peace of mind to know that you don't take pleasure from cruelty like the others.

✧You were a selfish person to the core. The second you were given the opportunity to climb the social ladder you grasped that opportunity with both hands, even if it meant joining the friend group of the cruelest bullies in the school. To remain with the group you had to show that you fit in, so you began to participate in the torment.

✧It started with just a few cruel words, then pouring a drink on someone, and then eventually you were expected to help the leader of the group brutalize his victims. You felt guilt, but never enough to consider stopping, you were given an opportunity you couldn't afford to squander after all.

✧Your desire for popularity did not come from nowhere. At your old school you were just like the students you harass now, an outcast. Transferring schools was your opportunity to make something of yourself, even if it meant hurting people the same way you were hurt.

✧Your "friend" seemed to have a favorite victim with the way he was always picking on one particular boy, and it wasn't hard to see why. His appearance was unkempt with untrimmed messy hair and deep bags that brought attention to his vacant eyes. Everything about him was unsettling, more akin to a ghost than a human being. Even the kinder souls (not that there were many) of the school avoided him like the plague. The general consensus was that something was very wrong with this boy, and nobody was stupid enough to stick around and find out what. Everyone except your little group leader, and grudgingly yourself.

✧ One day after a particularly brutal bout of bullying you hang back from the group. Stepping back into the bathroom you cant help but feel remorse at the site of the crying boy sat on the floor. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to show your guilt this one time. Its not like he could ruin your reputation, somebody would have to be willing to talk to him for that.

✧So you crouch down and wipe the blood from his forehead as you whisper, frankly inadequate, apologies. The juxtaposition of his current situation compared to the one he was in just five minutes ago has his head reeling and his heart pounds inexplicably. Nobody had ever treated him with such care, most wouldn't even make eye contact with him. Your confusing behavior, and maybe also his blood loss, leads him to a slightly delusional conclusion.

✧Nobody so kind could ever choose to be a bully. You must have been forced! Yes that's it, your sweet angelic soul was taken captive by those heathens and forced to participate in his torture. Maybe the lead bully had blackmail on you, or perhaps you were tormented in the same way he was behind closed doors.

✧That thought had him biting his nail in anxiety as he thought about you, the only person who was ever kind to him, being hurt. You were like a lamb among wolves, but don't worry he would make a pretty good guard dog :)

✧soon he was dead set on maintaining his delusions, if anyone tried to say you chose of your own volition to hurt people he would react with violent outbursts. To him you needed to be saved from the evil that's been hurting the both of you, and he wasn't opposed to getting revenge while he's at it.

You might have been better off avoiding him like everyone else...

[ghosts-cant-sleep]

last night i dreamt we did our laundry together

re2 leon kennedy x male! reader

warnings: yearning.

notes: n/a.

fem dni.

Morning dew clung to the windows, a hazy, young dawn hanging as a heavy blue blanket over the slowly waking city.

A still morning, just as good as any other. Silence only broken by the scuffing of shoes echoing from the other side of the break room door, the buzzing of the fridge, the slow turning of the fan, it's blades creaking.

[Name]'s nails tapped against the flimsy paper of his coffee cup, it's heat warming his palms, held snug between both hands, fingers interlocked. Coffee had stained the outside of the cup, the outline of a long drop stretching down the length. He was never great at keeping his hands still.

He had tried to whipe similar spills he'd caused on the one he'd brought in for Leon, but to little avail. He could0 only hope the fact it was free coffee would make up for its messiness. That, and the handful of a few different creamers he'd brought-- he wasn't exactly sure how Leon took his coffee.

He kept his gaze glued to his own cup, all too aware of his own body as he sat in the flimsy metal chairs, the slightest shift of his elbows causing the table to shift and wobbling-- the damn old thing-- how the fabric of his slacks clung to his legs, his shoes digging into the back of his heel.

Every thought that passed through his head neared either destructive, or delusional-- the in-between was negligible, and in the past few months, he hasn't thought of much else besides the man infront of him.

He didn't like the word *crush.* It felt childish-- immature. He was a man, not some school boy fauning on the playground. Unfortunately, there was no better word to describe what he felt, try as he might to find one.

Even worse than that was the way his own mind toyed with him because of it.

In fleeting moments, he swore those butterflies in his stomach, the rapid beating of his heart, the genuine want to come into work for more than just his paycheck, were all mutual. What else could it all mean? The lingering gazes, the routine 'good night's' and 'mornings' they exchanged, the little grazes of Leon's palm right between his shoulder blades as he moved past, knees brushing whenever they sat just a little to close to eachother at roll call. God, what else could it mean?

Then, the next minute, [Name]'s world seemed to dull around him the moment any womans name rolled off Leon's toungue. Dread would wrap its heavy hands around his throat and squeeze till every word died in mouth.

He never entertained the idea of a confession either. He'd built up something good with Leon, made himself a friend in an utterly imposing city, and a great one at that. It'd be selfish of him to throw it all out for something as trivial as this.

He often didn't trust himself enough to keep that promise most days. On late nights, especially. The two of them in the station, wasting away the night while they were supposed to be working. His teeth dug into his toungue much harsher those days.

"Hey," Leon's voice cuts through his thoughts, a rush of nerves and anxiety swiftly bunching in his gut in painful, tight knots.

[Name]'s eyes snap to Leon's, breath stilling. He worries he'd somehow given himself away. Was he thinking out loud, staring without realizing, or was there an undeniable want in his eyes he could never hide?

He takes in every inch of Leon's face, his expression, the slight twitch of his muscles beneath the skin of cheeks, the ones he were hardly aware of. A crease between his brows, bunched together, a tense pursing of his lips, the corners of his mouth twitching into a frown.

"You alright there?" Leon finally asks, head tipping to the side, blonde hair sweeping over his brow. From beneath the table, his foot nudges against [Name]'s.

"Yeah," [Name] breathes out all too quickly, the heat of embarrassment washing over his skin, his clothes feeling all the more unbearable. "Just a long night is all," he tries to laugh it off, bringing a coffee-warmed hand to the circles under his eyes, trying to rub them from his face, maybe give Leon something more pleasant to look at.

Leon's unconvinced. He usually is. This would all be much less nerve-wracking if he'd just been a smidge dumber.

"Right." Still, as he always does, he nods, face shifting into that smile of his. The overall softening of his features, lips tilting up, the edges of his top teeth peaking out as his lips part. This time around, his grin doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Well, you know I'm always here if you need anything."

"Yeah," [Name] pulls his gaze back down to his hands, leaning further back into his seat.

Leon was a hard man not to like, and this was just another example. Relentlessly compassionate and kind. Always there to stick his neck out for everyone and anyone. Just talking to him made everything feel so much lighter. [Name] wasn't even half the man Leon was, and it was nearly that reason alone [Name] knew Leon would always deserve much more than him.

"What was it?"

[Name]'s attention is swiftly brought back to Leon. "What was what?"

"Y'know... What was keeping you up?"

"Oh." You, god it was you-- it's always *fucking* you. A gwaing ache eating him from the inside out, cracking open his ribs and making a home in the deepest parts of his being. Arm wrapped around a pillow, face burried into the fabric, pretending he could hear a heart beating beneath the casing. Burring himself under layers of thick blankets, manufacturing a warm embrace. His own hand ran it's fingers up and down the side of his ribs, trying to imagine what it'd feel like if it wasn't his own touch for once. "Nothing really. Just uh, stayed up thinking, I guess."

"About what?

"Just, uh, paper work, and stuff... I dunno, really. You know how late nights can get," he weakly laughs. Every word that slipped from his tongue felt like an awkward caricature of what a normal person should sound like. "When I did manage to get to sleep-- it was really only for a few minutes, really. Felt more like a nap, really, but I feel like you can't really call them naps at night. I still ended up staying awake for most of the night, so. Uhm, but you were in my dream, actually."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. It was about you-- or, I guess not *about* you. It's just, you were in it, like us-- you and me, I guess. So, it was kind of about us."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"... Well, don't leave me hanging here. What happened?"

"I mean, I don't really know how to explain it," he mutters with a soft breath. He pulls a nerves breath from the tension-thick air around them, stuffy and near suffocating. He takes a hasty sip of his coffee, burning the tip of his tongue, holding back a wince. It was all an attempt to stall, to give himself a chance to get a damn grip. "We were in my house, like, my childhood house, back in my hometown. We were in my parents' room, but the furniture was all different-- like switched around, y'know? And we were just... sitting on the bed, folding some laundry."

"Folding laundry?" he repeats with a small laugh.

It felt remarkably real in the moment. He woke up nearly believing he'd fallen asleep in a pile of freshly washed clothes. He'd smelt the detergent, the warm of the clothes on his hands, the dip in the bed from Leon's weight in front of him.

"Yeah," [Name] attempted to echo the sound, voice cracking at the end. "Folding laundry. There was some song playing, but it wasn't really coming from anywhere. I didn't really recognize it, and to tell you the truth, I don't even remember what it sounded like, but we were both singing along. It wasn't all that bad."

But, he'd woken up to the dreery ceiling of his apartment, blankets half off his bed, yet still sweating.

"Doesn't sound all that bad," Leon concedes after a tentative sip of his coffee. "Not sure how happy I'd be after dreaming about chores. Can't say I enjoy doing laundry all that much.

"Yeah, I mean, me neither." His body moves without much thought behind it, mirroring Leon's as if second nature.

Nobody liked chores, laundry least of all, but some company made it feel all the better. He'd like it, [Name] thinks, at least. Something about the thought of standing by the sink, hands scrubbed away as dried food with a flimsy sponge, even if Leon just sat by the counter, talking about anything and everything. He could do that for hours. Shoving dirty uniforms into the washing machine, filling out tax forms, picking up around the apartment, arguing over identical paint swatches. Maybe they'd have a dastardly little creature running around, wreaking havoc; maybe a cat, maybe a kid. Existing with him.

It was stupid dream, one he'd do well to forget about as soon as he could

"... Anything else?"

"... Yeah, actually. You were wearing those bright-ass white shoes. Somehow, they looked even goofier than usual. So, pretty accurate a things considered."

[dreamypisces888]

Moon/Mars Overlay in the 1st House Synastry!

I would like to talk about this placement and analyze it a little bit as I find it personally fascinating . The moon as is known represents the divine feminine or let us say the feminine energy and emotions. As is known the first house in synastry indicates how two people perceive and affect each other. If one partner puts his/ her moon in his/her partner’s first house I believe it means that the house person perceives the planet person as extremely feminine and finds him/her attractive. This attraction is not necessarily sexual, but I would call it more spiritual. The house person perceives the Moon person as feminine, caring, loving and deep. The energy of the Moon person can be soothing and there is a sense of comfort between the couple as the emotions between them flow easily. The connection between this couple is based on mutual understanding and emotional intimacy. If the house person is attracted to feminine attributes, then the Moon person would be perceived as very attractive and has the exact physical attributes that arouse the planet person. Personally, I would like to look at this overlay from a positive angle, but obviously every overlay or placement has its light and its shadow versions. So on a more negative note, if the energies are low vibe the Moon person might be perceived as too emotional, clingy and delusional by the house person.

Now let us look at Mars overlay in the 1st house. This overlay gives directly a masculine energy. As is known Mars is about anger , action , sex drive, courage and vitality. Eventually the house person would perceive the Mars person as very masculine, attractive (even sexy), bold and dynamic. The Mars person rocks the house person’s world in many different areas if you see what I mean ! There is a very high sexual tension between the couple , the Mars person represents the bold masculine energy that turns on the planet person . Mars is all about taking action and being a bit impulsive, the planet person might be perceived as aggressive, hot headed and a bit selfish , this is on a more negative note . There might also be some competition between the couple , it is important to mention that the Mars person knows how to push the bottoms of the house person to say the least ! In other words in this overlay there some fuego going on between the couple, passion baby passion !

[astrodoll2]

🍒Venus sign observations part 2🍒

Gemini Venus I know you guys are closet romantics, you love all that romantic shit just won’t admit it. The kisses, hugs, hand holding, the thought out gifts, the corniest compliments that would make anyone else wanna gag, you may move from person to person but that’s just because you constantly need to be mentally stimulated as you’re ruled by Mercury, it’s funny because you’re “picky” but the people you choose are usually guys/girls people don’t expect you to pick because it doesn’t matter if they’re less attractive than you you’re just more picky personality wise. Also you’re closet has the most random aesthetic clothing, you like to try out all styles.

Libra Venus okay since this is its planet ruler along with taurus I see taurus being more of a luxurious aesthetic while libra usually tends to go with the trends, tiktok must have a libra venus because y’all see anyone wear anything and role with it, but as for your love style you guys loves to be flirty just for fun, kinda like Aries except they like to be chased rather than chase themselves, very feminine venus reminds of “the girl next door” type vibes, warm and kind energy.

Scorpio venus WOMEN WITH THIS VENUS ARE SO FINE and magnetic even the men, it’s like on the outside say you have a air or earth sign sun making you seem calm and collected but being around you I can just feel there’s more underneath, you exude mystery and it’s hard to FULLY get to know you, very possessive which personally I find attractive, you might be a little selfish but it’s just cause you don’t like to share what’s yours typically friends or romantic interests you get mad if they’re around certain people. Trust issues.

Cancer venus I know this one gets hate because they’re “emotional” but personally I think it’s cute sometimes you guys are so vulnerable and put your emotions out there so I don’t have to guess what it is you’re feeling, people with this can be very nurturing the type to buy you gifts or food when you’re sick and take care of you. Such warm energy and trust worthy but will not hesitate to fight anyone who hurts those they love.

Pisces venus I fucking love pisces and the rollercoaster of emotions you take me on, I don’t care how innocent this placement seems to appear because they’re “naive or delusional” half the time they’re the ones tricking you since they can mirror you so well you start to like them because they remind you of you, but this can be a very confusing placement as you’re constantly in the battle of taking people on and off the pedestal after any minor inconvenience, you guys are a little emotionally unavailable but mask it with you just have unrealistic standards, but the aesthetic is chefs kiss.

Sagittarius venus such a colorful closet, very extroverted, type to have the best fits at raves, might get confused for Leo’s just because of the confidence they exude, kinda intimidating ngl, they might love smoking 🍃 or doing psychedelics I’ve noticed but this is just such a fun person to be around it’s always an adventure with them, they’re sometimes pretty judgmental though I’ve noticed.

Venus in the 5th house can SOMETIMES be a placement that screams red flag especially if they have like a fire sign mars, they may have a tendency to enjoy flings, temporary people in your life. But nonetheless very creative, interesting, and passionate even if it’s for a short while

Venus square ascendant during their younger years might be pretty insecure because they have a hard time seeing their own beauty even if they get a million compliments they’ll feel as if people are lying to them but eventually they’ll realize they’re hot and put themselves on a pedestal

Venus square mars you’re energies within are very confused because you’re constantly changing what it is you desire so if a person appeals to you one second when you wanted something when you want something different you’ll hate them it’s like people aren’t good enough for you because you yourself are confused on what you really want since you keep going back and forth mars is masculine and venus is feminine so you might like chasing then want to be chased and resent the person for already getting comfortable in the position of being chased by you. Love hate relationships for a reason

Venus in the 2nd house has amazing taste in clothing, aesthetics etc.

Venus in 7th house attracts pretty people :)

SYNASTRY

They’re not lying when they say if you want to be someone’s type then go for someone who’s venus falls in your 1st house bonus points if it’s conjunct

Venus conjunct descendant synastry the ascendant person likes the way Venus carries themselves in a relationship as it falls in their 7th house (whole signs) but sometimes the Venus person might find the ascendants sense of style unattractive or at least just not their type since it’s opposite to theirs

Venus in 12th house can make them confused or even unaware of your feelings for them as it’s in a house of things hidden

[kindnessisweakness2]

Delusional - Part 21

“Jax!” Tara called his name in suprise as he gripped her arm and pulled her into an empty waiting room. Jax’s face was like thunder as he slammed the door shut behind them and pulled the blinds closed. “What fucking game are you playing?” He spat at the terrified doctor. “I Dont know what your talking about-” Tara was cut off by Jax’s hand flying out and catching her around the throat, pushing her against the wall. Fear filled her eyes as she saw a different side of her ex lover. This was the side she never thought she would see. The Angry Jax who used to do anything to protect her and their relationship. She only saw the loving Jax who would treat her like she was the most fragile beautiful thing in the world. She felt his hot breath fan across her face as he leaned close to her. “Fucking with my Wife, will bring you nothing but trouble, Dr Knowles. Now i dont know what you are trying to accomplish but let me be clear. You are the past. Delaney is my future. She is carrying my child. My fucking baby. A Legacy Child, that me and every Son from here to Belfast will die to protect. You and me? We had our time and its done. Now in future, when you see my girl, you turn and walk in the other fucking direction. You dont look at her. You dont breathe near her. Me and my family are out of fucking bounds for you. Do you understand?” Tara gasped against his hold as she watched tears fall from his eyes. Words were lost to her, all she could do was nod in agreement. Jax let her go and stepped back as she dropped to the floor. “This is the last time im going to allow you to fuck with my family.We’re Done Tara.” And with that Jax left her in a heap on the cold hospital floor. Storming from the hospital, Jax headed to his moms house. Knocking the door, Jax couldnt explain the relief he felt when Gemma Answered. “Whats happened baby?” That was all it took. Jax burst into sobbs on his moms front door as she wrapped her arms around him for the first time since he was a teenager. There was only one time she had seen him this bad, and its when that little hussy twisted him up and left. Jax spent the night on his moms sofa filling both her and Clay in on what had happened before falling into a restless sleep.

Delaney winced as she opened her eyes. Crying yourself to sleep really does give you a god awful headache. Sliding from under the warmth of her covers she slipped on Jax’s hoodie and made her way down the hall. She really could Murder a coffee but the recent baby news meant she was stuck to a cup of tea instead. She really did not want to risk a damn thing with this pregnancy. Despite what her and Jax are going through, they needed something good and this baby meant a lot to both of them. Jax would be a great Dad, and thats something that she couldnt deny. She hoped he stuck to his word and she would see him Monday, not in the arms of Dr Knowles. Everything yesterday was so hard. Hearing Tara say that shit hurt like hell. Her stepping away gave Jax the freedom and space to choose who he wanted. And even though it was selfish, she wanted him to choose her. To choose their family. “Wow, you really havent changed a bit.” The voice made Delaney drop her mug of tea. No. Why. How. 

Turning around slowly, Delaney made eye contact with Alex. There he was, in the flesh, sat at her and Jax’s kitchen Table. A sinister grin spread across his face as Delaney spotted the gun in his hand. “Miss me Sweetie?”

[cvrnelians]

if the fates allow - chapter five

dark!bucky barnes x reader: As could be expected, you were just a tad upset about having to spend Christmas in a mental health facility. On the brightside, you didn’t have to spend it alone. Your friendship with Bucky Barnes, another patient on the unit, brought you a certain level of comfort during your stay. When you are discharged from the hospital shortly thereafter—and Bucky is forced to remain—you promise him you’ll be his pen pal until he gets out, after which, you’ll meet for coffee and catch up.

But when things don’t go quite as well as Bucky had hoped, he takes drastic measures to ensure that you remain the integral part of his life he always envisioned you to be.

warnings: stalking, kidnapping, suicide attempts, and non-con elements. proceed with caution.

chapter one // chapter two // chapter three // chapter four

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chapter five: tears dry on their own

🥀 Several months in the future 🥀

In retrospect, everything hurts. The signs are big and bold, and they’re all right there in front of you.

And it hurts.

You had never experienced such pure and unadulterated affection, although “experienced” may not have been the right word. 

“Endured” was more like it.

Your eyes burned as Bucky closed his arms tighter around you, burrowing his chin into the crook of your neck. He tangled his legs up with yours; an anchor weighing you down, a spider weaving its web. You had some dark times, that was undeniable, but you had never felt so pathetic before. There you were, caught like a bug just waiting to die—to be eaten alive.

By this point, you were convinced that Bucky would most definitely absorb you if he could.

It was like he could never be close enough. His attempts at comforting you—the physical affection in the midst of your nightly crying episodes—didn’t even seem selfish or self-motivated anymore. That was the most infuriating part, that his empathetic reactions were truly authentic. Seeing you sad made him sad. He would scramble to “fix” it. He would make you chocolate chip pancakes, buy you new charcoal pencils, bring you a cup of coffee as soon as you woke up. You left everything untouched, of course. You knew if you accepted any of his little peace offerings that you would not only be betraying yourself, but you would also have to look at the stupid, cloying look on Bucky's face.

He was like that. He was deeply affected by even the tiniest shred of acceptance. It was all he ever really wanted from you. To accept all he had to give. He told you as much.

You couldn’t wrap your head around it. He was just so delusional, more than you ever anticipated. You often wondered what direction he expected this to go in. Did he seriously think you could love him like this? Even if by some miracle you were able to escape, Bucky had left a permanent mark on your life. This wasn’t something you could just forget. Even if you got away, Bucky would forever be the voice in your head, the noise that made you stop dead in your tracks on a long walk home, the nightmare that terrorized you over and over again. 

He had to have known it. From the day he brought you here, Bucky knew that he would always be with you, looming over you like a shadow whether he was physically present or not. 

Always.

You clenched your eyes shut as you took a deep breath, trying your best not to make a sound. But it was pointless, given how hard you were starting to shake. Even when you cried as quietly as you could manage, it was like Bucky had some sort of internal radar that alerted him to it. There were times where he would startle himself awake from a deep sleep, frantically asking what was wrong, if you were okay.

“Are you okay, are you okay, are you okay?”

What a stupid question.

You had no clue what day it was anymore. You didn’t know how much time had passed since he brought you here. Bucky wasn’t exactly forthcoming when you asked him about it. All you knew was that a blanket of snow covered the windows.

Plexiglass.

You felt lucky to be facing away from him during tonight's crying episode. They were like clockwork. The crying fits usually came at the end of a long day of rumination. Ever since Bucky brought you here, you were struggling to think clearly. You either thought too much or not at all. When you did think, all you could think about was how suffocated you felt, how alone you were.

Every single day, you berated yourself for inviting this person—thereby inviting this situation—into your life. That was the kicker. It pained you beyond belief to know that none of this would have happened if you never offered to write to him. 

Your only source of contact with the outside world—the real world—was through watching tv. He let you have that much, and for this you were begrudgingly grateful. But it was a catch-22. Through watching tv, you could delude yourself into thinking you were still connected to people and places that were now totally out of reach. The distraction of learning about current events was only temporary. At some point, you would inevitably be hit with the stark reality of your situation. No matter how hard you kicked and screamed, no matter how much you hoped and prayed, life was doing what it always did.

Moving forward without you.

And there was nothing you could do about it.

Other times, Bucky would do or say something to set you off. Admittedly, this didn’t take much. He could accidentally break a glass while doing the dishes and you would be plunged into a state of panic and rage. And then the crying would start up again. 

You couldn’t stomach that nauseating look of sympathy he gave you sometimes. It infuriated you on multiple levels. For starters, he was the one that put you in this position in the first place. Did he seriously have the audacity to appear as though he felt sorry for you, trapped in a prison of his own design?

Your mother used to say it all the time.

“You can be familiar with something and still be surprised by it.”

In retrospect, the signs are big and bold, and they’re all right there in front of you.

In retrospect, everything hurts.

☽ 

Current day: 💐 APRIL 💐

“Alright, enough.”

Apart from those two words, Sam provided little to no warning before ripping the curtains open. Sunlight streamed into the otherwise very dark room, highlighting a month’s worth of dust accumulating along the windowsill. “I’m done entertaining this.”

Bucky refused to open his eyes. He quietly rolled over onto his stomach, grabbing a pillow and placing it over his head. He burrowed further beneath the covers, willing himself to disappear beneath them.

“Come on, man. Aren’t you warm?” Sam asked, ripping the comforter off of him. Bucky caught the blanket just before it was pulled away completely, yanking it back over himself. They played tug-of-war a few more times, until Bucky pulled the blanket so hard that it caused Sam to stumble forward slightly. He peeked his head out from under his cocoon, only to find Sam staring daggers at him as he regained his footing.

“Sorry,” Bucky grumbled sheepishly. “Sometimes I forget.”

It wasn’t a lie. He often forgot how strong the serum actually made him. This didn’t seem to matter much to Sam, however. He looked about as fed up as someone who lived with a disgruntled, moody supersoldier could look. Bucky had been in the throes of this depressive episode for a month now. When he wasn’t sleeping, he found himself trapped in a near constant shame spiral. He would regularly vacillate between self-loathing and self-pity. He couldn’t decide which was worse. Guilt, embarrassment, anger, remorse—ever since the incident, you name it: he felt it all. The tug-of-war between self-loathing and self-pity was an all too familiar game for him. 

A game he always lost.

That wasn’t to say he hadn’t felt this way before. He had. Losing his best friend in combat, being tortured and forced to kill people, surviving multiple suicide attempts, well…he had felt much worse, actually. He found it almost laughable sometimes. 

“I should be used to feeling like this by now,” he had said to you. He had woken up from a particularly bad nightmare at the hospital. He couldn’t stop shaking, no matter how many breathing exercises or grounding skills he tried. “This shouldn’t affect me anymore.”

“No," you said. "I think this is normal."

"Yeah? You sure about that one, doll?"

"You can be familiar with something and still be surprised by it.”

That stuck with him.

His anger and confusion was followed by debilitating waves of guilt. This time, it didn't just pertain to the people he killed. You were now added to the mix.

He couldn’t get the image out of his mind. You looked so sad, so scared as you sobbed and shook underneath him. He hated seeing you so distressed. That image alone was a good enough incentive to leave you alone, at least for a little while. Why were you looking at him like that? Why did you look so afraid? Holding you down—it was to keep you both safe. He hadn’t meant to grab your neck. It just kind of…happened. You were both overwhelmed. You could understand that, couldn’t you? He was just subduing you, that’s all. And he did subdue you.

“You hit me. Why would you hit me, doll?”

He couldn’t believe it. How could you?

“I love you. Why would you hit me?”

He made sure you were safe. No more hitting, no more scratching, no more blood. 

You were crying. Why were you crying? 

In spite of what you did, he knew in the back of his mind that it was only in response to what he had done—and what he had done was seriously wrong. Criminal, actually. He had always known this. But his intentions were good, and he didn't really hurt you—not really. Not like you hurt him. Didn’t that matter? Didn't that count for something?

You made him bleed. But he made you cry.

Not such a big, bad wolf after all—huh, doll?

As always, Sam snapped him back to reality.

“What happened?”

Bucky stared at him blankly. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Sam sighed and walked back towards the door, leaning against the threshold. “You sure? Because I haven’t seen you like this since before that last trip to the hospital.”

“I just get like this sometimes.”

“Oh, I know,” Sam chuckled dryly. “Believe me, I know. And I also know that something usually happens right before it gets worse. Something triggers 'the way you get sometimes.' I want to know what.”

“I already told you. Nothing happened. I just—”

“Get like this sometimes?”

“Exactly.”

“So what happened to your phone then? Are we ever gonna talk about that?” Sam asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I already told you, I lost it," Bucky snapped.

“And you’ve made zero effort to replace it.”

“I don’t need it.”

“Oh, okay. So you don’t need it now," Sam mocked. "You're over it. You're just not gonna have a cell phone.”

"It sure looks that way, doesn’t it?”

"Dude, come on. At least get a flip phone. How am I supposed to get in touch with you?”

"You just walked into my room without knocking. I think I’m good on the whole getting in touch thing.”

"What about your sisters?”

"What about them?”

"They’ve been calling me to check and see if you’re okay.”

"Which one?”

"Um, both of them?? And your mom, too. Your sister, Rebecca said she stopped by the other day and rang the doorbell a bunch of times. And guess what? No one answered. What, were you just lying there listening to it ring? Why didn’t you answer the door?”

"I was busy.”

"Oh, busy. Right. Busy doing what, exactly?”

"None of your business.”

"She was scared, Bucky. She was afraid you might’ve hurt yourself again. I had to spend a good fifteen minutes talking her out of calling for a wellness check. I've had half a mind to call for one while I was at work. Which, by the way, you need to start seeking out. Have you even applied to any places yet?”

"Look, can you just go?" Bucky scowled. "I’m tired.”

"You’re always tired.”

"And you’re always annoying.”

"Listen. I’m saying this out of genuine concern. If you don’t at least try to pull yourself together soon, I’m taking you back to the hospital.”

"Are you being serious?" Bucky asked.

Sam sighed.

Bucky's jaw ticked. He gripped onto his blankets and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

I can't go back there. I can't go back there. I CAN'T GO BACK THERE. I CAN'T GO B-

"Say that to me again, Sam. I dare you.”

"Oh, so you’re threatening me now? You want to beat me up? We’re adding that to the itinerary? I don’t know, Buck. Does your schedule really allow for that, what with all the sleeping and being miserable?”

"I cover my half of the rent. I don’t make any noise. I don’t bother anybody. You can’t tell me what to do. What are you, my father?”

“No, I’m not. That’s my whole point!” Sam yelled. “You think I want to have to tell a grown man to get out of bed and go do literally anything? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

“Well maybe I don’t need your help!”

“Debatable, but I don’t have the patience for this anymore.” Sam tossed his wallet at him, nearly hitting Bucky in the face with it. “Go make yourself useful. I ordered a pizza. The usual place. It’s on me, but you have to go get it. And after you bring it back, I don’t know. Maybe take a shower? Clean something? Go get a haircut? Just do something, I'm begging you. Your sisters are nice but they give me anxiety, and I want them off my back.”

“Fine, whatever. Let me get dressed.” 

Sam's last few words were muffled by the door, which Bucky had slammed shut.

“And by the way, I don’t care if it’s a Motorola Razr. This weekend, we’re getting you a phone!” 

☽ 

Bucky had put you in a terrible position, literally and figuratively. Your neck was starting to hurt from constantly looking over your shoulder, and you were now faced with a series of difficult decisions you shouldn’t have had to make. 

First, you had to decide whether or not you were going to report him for what he did—bearing in mind, you only knew a fraction of what you’d be reporting. You suspected that Bucky breaking into your house, hiding your closet, and doing...whatever else he was doing was just the tip of the iceberg.

You weren’t sure if you even wanted to know.

Next, you had to move. Whether you reported him or not, this was non-negotiable. You had to get out of there, and quick. Simple enough, yet not simple at all. You were going to stay with MJ that first night, but Bucky knew where MJ lived. So you both wound up staying with MJ's friend, Peter. This was not just any Peter, though.

This was Peter Parker.

Yes, Peter Parker—your first ever penpal. The boy you met at summer camp when you were a kid. 

You couldn’t make this shit up.

As it turned out, your mother was right: Peter quite honestly had moved and lost your letters, thereby losing your address. You had pretty bad luck with penpals, it seemed.

In spite of all things, you actually kind of liked your current living situation. Even as an adult, Peter was as nice as you remembered him to be—nice enough to let you and MJ sleep in the bed while he slept on the nearby couch. The three of you were apartment hunting for a new place together. Having to share a studio apartment—what was essentially a single room with a bed and a couch within ten feet of each other—with two very different personalities was both hilarious and incredibly stressful.

You had been applying for different jobs, still afraid that Bucky might show up at your work. Luckily, there were almost always enough people around that you would have witnesses if he did happen to show up. And since MJ worked from home, she would occasionally stop in and visit with you when she was supposed to be working. She didn’t say it, but you knew she just wanted to make sure you were safe. She seemed just as horrified by the situation as you were. She hadn’t seen or spoken a word to him since everything went down.

Then there was your father to consider. You were more than a little shocked by his reaction to the whole thing. You immediately told him what happened, as his safety was your number one concern. More than anything, you were afraid that Bucky might come back and try to hurt him.

Your safety didn't seem like too much of an concern for him, however.

He didn’t want you reporting it. In fact, he practically begged you not to report it.

“We can handle it privately,” he had said. “Do you really want to go through more chaos with investigators, with the news? I don’t know about you, but I don’t want anyone going through my things again. Besides, this is the perfect opportunity to make a change. I’ve been wanting to move for a while, anyway.”

There had been some debate about your mother's death. It was initially thought to be a suicide, then a potential homicide. And then—after a very thorough investigation and a traumatizing amount of local news coverage—it was officially ruled death by suicide. You could vividly remember being questioned by police, but your father was clearly the one they were keeping an eye on. Your feelings about her cause of death blurred into your feelings about her death itself. As was true with any death, you were mourning the loss of the irreplaceable; a past you could never return to and a future you could no longer have. You lost your best friend. Of course you were devastated. Of course you were heartbroken. 

But you were also confused. 

Her death came as a real shock. Your mother struggled with some mild depression on and off throughout her life, but not once had she given you any indication that she was suicidal. Apart from that, it never occurred to you that your father would’ve harmed her, not until the investigation began. Sure, they didn’t have the best relationship, but he would never do something like that. 

Then again, you never thought Bucky could hurt you, either.

Or that he would.

There were some places your mind just wouldn’t allow you to go.

You sighed and rolled your shoulders back as you went to clock out at work. As you looked down at your phone, you saw some texts from your group chat with MJ and Peter.

hi losers ♥️ wanna get pizza tonight?

YEAH

I'll buy 😃

no, pete. i'll buy

...but only if you guys pick it up

☽ 

@repostingmyfavs  @katlover63

i like how sam has gotten pizza twice now in this fic lmao

thank you all for reading/liking/reblogging/replying 🩵

[missglaskin]

Warnings: TOXIC, ABUSE, FORCED relationship, Yandere

In many ways, Homelander could be considered a unique yandere, since he embodies a lot of yandere traits & types.

His possessiveness shines the most. He owns you. Any friends and families; gone. They don’t care or love you as he does. All your financial needs and resources will all be tied to him. There’s the need to control your every move. And he’ll feel threatened; feel as if you’re slipping away from his control if you were to make a decision without his notice. Homelander doesn’t feel the need to justify his actions, yet he still does. 

Which leads to his protectiveness and manipulativeness. He’s acting in your best interest. Have you seen the world? Have you seen its people? The mud people. Sure, you may be one of them, but you’re not the same as them; you’re different. You need him; you need him to protect you from whatever danger that threatens to pull you apart - even if he has to hold you a little too tight in order to get the point across. 

Your dependence on him is also tied to his dependence on you. It doesn't take long for you to notice his clinginess after being with him for a short while. He’s so emotionally dependent on you and for the strongest being on earth; he’s fragile. Nothing angers him when your attention is away from somewhere. Prepare to say goodbye to any pets you own. Spend a lot of time tending to your plants and they will be lasered.

It’s safe to say the most selfish and impulsive. Everything he does is for his own desire. If he were to do something nice, just know he always expects something in return. Homelander wants you to worship him, to see him as a god and to treat him like one. Failing to comply will result in disastrous results. Homelander acts as a toddler with tantrums. One moment he’s fine, the next moment he’s presenting the body of your dear friend. In the event you anger him too much, he may accidentally break a bone or two, and then demand that Vought heals you. They’re sure to give you an extra bottle of compound v in case anything were to occur. 

Speaking of injuries; Homelander is a sadist to any obvious person. It does not matter how much he claims to love you and care for you as well as the fact that you are the only person he can tolerate; bad habits still appear nonetheless. He sometimes gets the satisfaction of humiliating you or making you so uncomfortable. His jokes are also questionable at best. Such as making one about how funny it’d be to drop you from a ten story building only to catch you at the last minute; anticipating your laugh. 

Sometimes you assume he resents you, which isn't far from the truth. Homelander hates what you mean to him; how you are a weakness. The truth is that he’s obsessed; fixated. You occupy almost every thought in his mind. In spite of all the photoshoots and interviews Homelander have, he will always have time to watch you in secret; stalk you. His team and the surrounding staff notice his blank stare; it’s when his mind goes to you. His ears are always tuned to your heartbeat and voice.

In nature, Homelander is already delusional. Combined with his tendencies, it only exacerbates his delusions. As far as he is concerned, you love him, and that you two have something special between you. That's what he convinced himself with Maeve, despite her apparent resistance to his touches; with Stormfront, despite her obvious manipulations. You're lying, shy, there's someone else, you just need time, you're confused; there are endless excuses he has for you. 

In spite of all his delusions, there are hints of lucidity. His presence causes your heartbeat to pick up; not due to fluster, but due to fear. When he leaves the room, he pretends not to hear your deep breaths; on the verge of a breakdown. And when you break, it's adorable how you think the shower can drown out your cries. As long as you tell Homelander you love him even if it's in a shaky voice and smile even if it's crooked, he'll indulge in the fantasy that you and him were meant to be. That you, him and Ryan will be one happy family. 

[ravens-words]

heart is yours (AO3)

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In which Tommy and Buck break up, and Buck and Eddie are oblivious idiots in love.

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"So," Tommy drawled out, closing the door to the loft behind him.

Buck stopped by the dining table, looked back at him. He seemed more than a little confused at the distance between them.

Tommy didn't blame him.

Usually, at this point of their date night, he'd have Buck pinned against a wall or a door or, on one memorable occasion, the stairs. Not tonight though.

No, tonight he suspects he's only getting some bitter truths and kissing any chance of a relationship with Evan Buckley goodbye.

"Tommy?" Brows furrowed, eyes wide and earnest, Buck hesitantly steps forward towards him. "Hey, what's going on?"

He lets Buck close the distance between them, lets him settle his big hands on his waist, and he closes his eyes when the younger man kisses him- soft, hesitant and a little desperate. 

For a few seconds, he contemplates just letting it go. Maybe if he doesn't rock the boat, he'll get to keep him. Maybe he wouldn't lose the first person he could see a future with in a long time. He kisses him back, softly, gently, but then he pulls away.

"Wh-what's going on, Tommy?"

He could ignore what he saw tonight. He could ignore what he'd seen two weeks ago, on the double date with Eddie and Marisol, he could ignore all the little signs and tells he'd chosen not to dwell on before.

He could continue to kiss Buck like there's no tomorrow.

But- Tommy was many things, delusional is not one of them.

Tommy placed his hands on Buck's chest, pushed him away gently.  Then-

"We need to talk."

It took all of five minutes for Tommy to realise Evan Buckley had no clue about his own feelings for Eddie.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I don't think I can be in a relationship with you, knowing I'm not your- well, your priority."

Buck huffed in frustration. "What does that even mean, Tommy?"

"Evan, you just cut our date short because Eddie called and asked for help."

"He didn't know I was on a date or he wouldn't have called," he protested.

Tommy stared at him, willing him to realise what he'd just said. All he got in response was a look of indignation; as if Tommy is being unreasonable. 

"Would you have cut a night with Eddie and Christopher short if it had been me calling you for help?"

He hesitated. It was for a split second, but it was enough.

"O-of course I would, Tommy! You know I care about you."

"But will I ever measure up?"

"To who?" Buck is full on angry now, face red and breathing hard. He already knew the answer, but Tommy said it out loud anyway.

"To Eddie."

Buck was already shaking his head. "You don't have to. There's no competition here, Tommy."

"But if there was, he'd win, right?"

Buck reeled back, blinking at him. Tommy nodded and turned, hand on the knob.

"Can we please just talk about this?"

"What's there to talk about, Evan? Look, let's not make this into something it's not. We dated, it didn't work out. It's that simple."

Buck's shoulders slumped, and Tommy actually felt bad for how upset the other man looked. He let go of the door handle and walked closer. "Hey," he held his face in his hands, forcing him to look at him, "no hard feelings."

"I really thought I could make this work, Tommy," he admitted, "I really thought I could-"

"I thought so, too, but- Buck, it's not fair. Not to me, not to you, and not to Eddie."

Tommy saw a flash of fear in Buck's blue eyes, before resignation took its place. "Can't we just try? I promise I'll do better."

Tommy pursed his lips before shaking his head. "I can't be your constellation prize."

Buck let out a shaky breath, lips red and soft-looking. Tempting. So, he took a deep breath and smirked- "last one for the road?"

Buck's confusion lasted only for about five seconds, before it was replaced by a hungry look as he licked his lips and leaned in.

Tommy, selfish bastard that he is, took his time. He kissed him; long and hard and deep, then he kissed him again-

"Call me, if things ever change."

Then he forced himself to walk away.

He didn't stop seeing Buck.

No, on the contrary, he was suddenly everywhere.

On calls.

In the gym Tommy went to.

In their fire department events.

It didn't exactly hurt to see him, but he can't say it's exactly fun.

He bumped into Eddie at a bar.

The man was alone, obviously doing his best to drown his sorrows, so Tommy made his way over to him, sitting on the stool beside him.

It took Eddie a solid minute to notice him.

He did a double take, unfocused eyes widening at the sight of Tommy being there and grinned widely. His cheeks were flushed, eyes crinkling at the corners.

He was beautiful like this, and in that moment, Tommy understood Buck all too well.

"Tommy!" Eddie exclaimed,  beer sloshing in his bottle as he leaned forward to clumsily wrap an arm around his shoulders. "Haven't seen you in a while."

Tommy snorted. I wonder why, he thought  looking at him pointedly.

Eddie didn't notice. "I guess Buck got me in the divorce?"

Tommy almost choked on his drink. He spluttered,  staring at the man who acted as if he hadn't said a thing. "He told you, huh?" He choked out.

Eddie shrugged. "Like pulling teeth, but I got it out of him."

"Is that why you're here?"

Eddie seemed confused. Shaking his head, he slumped against the bar. "I'm here because Marisol broke up with me."

Tommy winced. "Why?"

"Apparently,  I'm too closed off," he muttered bitterly.  "The hell does that even mean?"

"I don't know, man."

Eddie's not done. "It's not like opening up to strangers about my "trauma" is that easy. We've only been dating a couple of months, what did she expect, a full on debrief of every little thing that has happened to me?"

Tommy shook his head. "Of course not-"

"And what the hell is their problem with Buck?!" He exclaimed.

Tommy felt dread settle in the pit of his stomach. He could already tell where this was headed.

"So what if I consult him about things concerning Christopher? So what if he's Christopher's emergency contact- he's mine too! And, yes, he cooks for us and sometimes he spends the night when we stay up too late watching a movie, but don't friends do that?"

"Not any of mine," Tommy muttered.

Eddie looked offended. 

"Look, man, I gotta be honest with you, you and Buck- what you guys have goes way beyond friendship. It's not necessarily the things you mentioned but it's all cumulative, you know?"

He seemed adorably confused so Tommy took pity on him. "Let me put it this way; in the future, if you meet someone you love and you marry them and you're happy with them- would you ever change your will so that they'd become Christopher's legal guardian instead of Buck? Would you ever put them as his emergency contact?"

"No." The answer is immediate. No hesitation. He didn't even have to think about it.

Tommy nodded. "Then maybe you need to think about why that is."

The invite to Bobby and Athena's for a barbecue was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. He didn't think he would ever be considered family the way the 118 were, but he figured if anything  at least he would have more people in his life he could call friends.

It also meant seeing Buck again, which was also a plus. He knew where they stood, but that didn't mean they couldn't have some fun, provided they're both single and willing.

He's greeted at the door by Athena and Bobby, then by everyone else once he made it out onto the backyard. Chim and Maddie were playing with their daughter, Athena and Bobby standing over by the grill, Hen and Karen were talking in hushed tones, eyes only for each other and then- then there was Buck, Eddie and Christopher. The two men were standing shoulder to shoulder, looking down at the boy like he was the most precious thing in their world. Buck said something that made Christopher laugh, and when Eddie looked at him, he looked so unbelievably besotted by him that it made Tommy ache with want.

Seeing them like this almost made him want to retreat back into the safety of his small apartment, because it's glaringly obviously that Tommy stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Tommy!"

Buck came bounding over, hesitating only briefly before he wrapped his arms around Tommy in a short hug. Eddie materialised at his  back only a few seconds later. "Hey, Ev- Buck, how's it going?"

"Good, good. You?"

Tommy just shrugged, looking down.

That was when he noticed it.

They were holding hands.

His head snapped back up. "Are you two-?"

Buck grinned, nodding.

Tommy smiled back, completely happy, but also a little sad. "Good for you."

Eddie looked over to Buck, smiling softly. "It took us a while, and the paperwork was a bitch, but- it all worked out in the end."

"I'm glad it did. I'm happy for you both."

"It was thanks to you, you know," Buck blurted out.

"Yeah," Eddie agreed, "I mean, I'd like to think we would've eventually gotten our heads out of our asses, but- you helped speed up the process."

"By a lot," Buck enthused.

Tommy chuckled, ducking his head. "Glad I could help."

Buck was about to say something but stopped when he spotted something over Tommy's shoulder that had him grinning ear to ear.

"Josh," he called out, "perfect timing." Then he bounded over, leaving him with Eddie.

Eddie, who was avoiding his gaze at all cost.

"What's going on, Eddie?"

"I had nothing to do with it," he blurted out  holding his hands up.

"Nothing to do with what?"

"Tommy!" Buck called out as he came bounding over, all but dragging another man behind him. "Tommy, meet Josh, he works at dispatch. Josh, this is Tommy, he's a firefighter."

The other man looked ready to murder Buck, but once he turned to look at Tommy, he was all smiles. Tommy felt a flutter of something as he shook Josh's hand with a smile of his own.

Buck, as subtle as a freight train, grabbed Eddie and dragged him away, calling over his shoulder: "you two talk, we'll be over- there."

"Well, he's subtle," Josh commented, and Tommy laughed.

"So, dispatch, huh..."

.

Two weeks later, Buck asks him if he's willing to go on a double date.

This one goes a lot better than the last one.

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[dreamingofep]

Strangers in the Crowd pt. 11

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No, just another one of my delusional fantasies.

Prompt: You and your best friend are on your annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International.

Little did you know this would be a show you'll never forget. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, teasing/ tension, SMUTTT, oral sex,outside sex, daddy kink, spanking, the usual really dirty stuff.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: Hello everyone! Its summer in Graceland and it hot 😏 if you know what I mean😉 Like I said previously, this fic is coming to its end very soon but I have other stories coming soon to that I’m VERY excited about and cannot wait to tell you more.

I'm so glad you've been liking this story so much! I also mentioned earlier that I’m also posting my fics on Ao3 so you can read my stuff there too if you want!☺️

This has been so much fun to write and hear your reactions! Enjoy! Sorry for any spelling mistakes or overall goofs.

Feel free to message me or comment what you think! 🖤

The Memphis sun baked into your skin today and radiated its warmth through your body. You were soon discovering how hot Memphis can get in the summers and you were not prepared for that by any means. The one nice thing about it was how your skin had a nice glowing tan now, one that matched Elvis’.

The first few weeks living at Graceland was something out of a dream. It felt wonderful to be with Elvis every day and get to know each other on a deeper level. He was so catering and his southern hospitality really shined through to make sure you felt like you were right at home. Anything you wanted, he would get you to make you the happiest while you were staying here. You didn’t have time to pack before you and Elvis got on his plane to go straight to Memphis. To be completely honest, you didn’t want to see anyone try and convince you to stay, and after the events that happened with your parents, you definitely didn’t want to hear it.

Elvis bought you an entire new wardrobe that was completely unnecessary, but was so generous of him to do that for you. You could tell a lot of the outfits were hand-picked by him based on how revealing some of them were.

It was an adjustment living with so many people all the time. The house was constantly buzzing until the later parts of the night, where you can hear the crickets sing and the house finally came to a still.

Night falls, and you decide to go for a swim. Elvis isn’t anywhere to be found so you’ll just go in by yourself. He has been a bit high-strung since he is opening in Vegas once again in a few days. He had been rehearsing in Los Angeles the last few weeks, going back and forth from there, and back to Memphis every few days to try to get the show perfect. This was going to be his third time playing in Vegas and wanted to make sure the show was fresh and exciting still. You assured him that it was going to be great, but he’s too much of a perfectionist to relax until it’s actually done. The added pressure of having it professionally filmed also weighed on him. MGM was filming six shows for this new movie so that meant Elvis has to find new songs for such. You wanted him to relax when he was home but he couldn’t fully enjoy the quiet. He was always picking up a guitar and playing or going to the piano.

This meant he was less attentive to you and your needs. Not that you were being selfish, it was just how it was. You respected that he was so dedicated of an artist that his craft was the most important thing to him. You knew this next show was going to be even better than what you experienced, and that’s saying a lot.

He’d show affection always, but the more close, intimate moments were brief, if at all present.

You didn’t take it personally, you understood, but you wanted him desperately. You wanted to find the right time to get him alone, and have him take you right there, no questions asked.

After rummaging through your drawer to find the right swimsuit, you decide to go with the high-waisted two-piece one with the cherry pattern on it. You grab a towel from the bathroom and go back downstairs to the pool.

You place your towel on one of the reclining sun chairs and dip your toes into the dark aqua pool. It was cool and brought a slight shiver to you, but with the blazing sun beating down on it all day made it feel like the perfect temperature to cool off at night. You quickly jump in and get the instant satisfaction of being able to feel so much more comfortable.

The pool isn’t large by any means, but big enough to do laps and get a nice workout in.

As you do your laps, your mind continues to wander to needing Elvis. You knew he wanted you too by just the look in his eye, but his mind was somewhere else and probably didn’t find it right to give you half of his attention when it came to that sort of stuff.

You take a break from swimming and float on your back, getting to stare at the shining stars twinkling in the sky.

“Well what do we have here,” Elvis teases.

You pop your head up to the sound of his voice and see him standing on the other side of the pool, wearing a pink short sleeve button up with black pants. His eyes have this wild child like glint of mischief when he looks at you.

“Nothing that would interest you,” you tease back. He chuckles softly and walks to the side of the pool you’re on.

“It looks like something I’d like,” he says, crouching down to see you closer. You swim closer to him, hanging onto the ledge of the pool by your fingertips, looking up at him between his legs.

“Why don’t you come in here and find out if it’s something you like,” you jest.

A devious smirk arises from him, “I see just fine right here baby.”

You reach out and pull at his shirt, popping off the first button. He looks down at the pearl pink button fall onto the concrete.

You stare pleadingly at him, the light beaming behind him from the back door fixture, cascading a shadow over him making him look like an angel. His golden tan skin gleaming and his black hair dancing in the breeze. Your hand continues to work his shirt buttons, trying to feel his skin touching yours.

“Come in baby, get those pants off,” you coo.

He lets out a exasperated laugh, “woman you know what I’m wearing under here,” he says smugly.

Yep you do… nothing.

“Are you being shy E? You don’t want to let little Elvis free for a swim?” You say cunningly.

His face flushed and he shakes his head at you in disbelief.

“I swear to God woman…” he trails off.

A devious little idea pops in your head and want to tease him further, make him have to get in here and pay attention to you. Your hands reach around to your back and untie the straps around your rib cage. Once they are free, you lift the top off your neck and throw it at his feet, making a splashing noise when it hits the ground.

“What do you think you’re doing?,” his voice full of concern and slight agitation.

“Nothing, I don’t know what you mean,” You say innocently. You bring you hands out to your side, kicking off the wall of the pool and away from him. Your chest elevates as you swim away and your nipples rise above the water, hardened by the cool water. His eyes grow in shock, checking over his shoulder to the back sliding door and the kitchen windows that no one was looking at the scene you were making.

“Y/n you better put this back on right now. I don’t want anyone seeing you like this,” he says firmly, his voice controlled and unplayful.

You shake your head no at him, swimming further away from him, drawing him to follow you to the other side of the pool. Your hands go back under water and pull your bottoms down, bringing them to the surface and ringing them out before throwing them in Elvis’ direction. His jaw drops and his eyes darken.

“Honey, I’m not playing with you, you better put these back on right now,” he growls. You know you should be carful, you’ve seen how his temper can flare when you don’t listen. But you didn’t care. You wanted his attention and this is how you were going to get it.

“Nope. Not until you get in here with me,” you sayin a snarky tone.

Elvis frustratedly throws your swim suit down on the ground and jumps in the pool after you. You quickly swim to the other side as you see him come up for air, wiping his hair out of his face, searching for you with wild eyes.

“Y/n, come here,” He barks. “You want someone to see you like this?!”

You can’t help but giggle at the rise you’re getting out of him.

“You’re going to have to come get me before I put any clothes back on,” you tease.

Staying in the deep end of the pool, you try to dodge him and swim away from him. Both of you are getting out of breath and your legs are getting tired. You can’t help but laugh at how serious he’s being right now. It’s a rare occasion when Elvis is dead serious and not cracking a joke. But the thought of one of the guys seeing you naked makes his blood boil and his temper flare off.

He catches up with you and pins you to the side of the pool wall, fire blazing wildly in his eyes as he grabs your arms stilling you. You’re in the middle of the pool and your feet don’t touch the ground anymore. He still stands up fine and gives him more leverage to pin you here and control your movements.

“I thought you knew how to listen to me after all this time, but instead you’ve just become more of an insolent little brat hmm?”

You push your hips into him and let out a soft sigh out, liking the much needed attention of his body on yours.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say innocently.

“Oh, don’t you do that with me. I’m not gonna have that. You want someone to see you naked?” He fumes.

You take a second to look at his face, seeing the clear frustration but nonetheless beautiful and very distracting.

“If I were to say yes… is daddy going to punish me?” You say in a hushed whisper, your hand wandering down underwater to his bulge, squeezing it in your hand and watching him jump.

He looks at you in shock, waiting for you to say anything else.

“Yes, I’ll have to show you who you belong to,” he growls. “No other man gets to see you naked but me,” possessiveness dripping off his tongue. He lets go of you and gets out of the pool.

He stands in front of you, his clothes dripping wet and clung to his body, showcasing his best assets right in front of you. He looks so inviting, so handsome, you want to get on your knees for him right now.

“Get out of the pool,” he commands.

“You want to at least grab my towel,” you say snappy.

He makes a snide chuckle, “Since you don’t care if anyone will see you, thought you wouldn’t need one.” He barks.

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smirking, knowing your little game is working.

“No you’re right baby. That was a silly thing to ask for,” you say challengingly.

You wade over to the steps to get out of the pool and step out, brushing back your wet hair out of your face and letting it fall on your back.

The look on his face on priceless, the disbelief that you would actually walk around naked out of the pool so confidently shocks him to the core.

You walk by him, flicking your wet hair in his direction and walking to the lounging chairs where you had left your pool towel. His eyes burn holes into your backside watching you walk away. You nonchalantly pat your body dry, ringing your hair out, and taking a seat on the chair. You stretch your arms out above you and let them dangle off the chair. You hear his footsteps coming toward you and he stops right in front of you.

“You think this is a game?” He questions harshly. “I’m not going to ask again,” he cautioned.

You shake your head no at him, reaching to touch his cock again, feeling him tense up.

“Daddy’s going to have to teach you a lesson,” he growls, grabbing your wrist tightly, pulling your hand away from him.

Your core throbs at his words, needing his undivided attention more than anything.

“I’m going to need a long, in-depth lesson before I fully understand, daddy, and then I’ll listen” your words with an icy edge.

You reach for the towel behind your head and stand up, wrapping it around yourself and tucking in the corner at your breast.

Reaching down for his top button of his pants, you push the button through and slide down his zipper. You reach your hand into his pants and wrap your hand around his shaft, moving it up and down slowly.

“Daddy, please forgive me. I promise I’ll listen,” you coo.

You feel him get hard in your hand and watch as he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, fighting the urge to succumb to you. The heat radiating off of him felt suffocating and made you want to crumble at his feet even easier than you could imagine.

He spins your body around, making it so his back is facing the back door and windows.

“Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are,” he commands, his fingers tracing the hem of the towel resting on your breasts. He pulls it down off of you, leaving you standing naked in front of you. The darkness of the night didn’t stop his eyes from glimmering with that mischievous glint.

“Mhmm, yes daddy,” you say softly, sinking to your knees at his feet.

He pulls his cock and balls out of his pants and glides his hand over his shaft, stroking it sprightly.

“Open that mouth for me baby,” he quips.

You obey and open your mouth, waiting for his tip to touch your tongue.

He pushes his hips forward, plunging his cock to the back of your throat. You instantly gag, not ready for his long length to be inside you like this. You squeeze onto the back of his thigh with your hands, needing to take some of his length out of you.

His hands reach into your hair, pulling your head back, making you look up at him.

“You’re gonna take this cock like a good girl. Take your punishment for not listening to me,” he growls. You whimper at his instructions, opening your mouth once again for him.

He lets out a pleased groan and puts his cock back inside your mouth, keeping the firm grip he has in your hair.

He fucks your mouth vigorously, making the most vile sounds come out of you and drool spilling from the slides of your mouth.

He changes pace and starts to push your head forward, taking in more of his cock while he keeps his hips still. You flatten your tongue out on the bottom of his shaft and watch as he lets out a breathy moan. You can’t help but smile that you can make such noises come out of him.

You try to suck as much as he would let you, letting out moans as he pulled out of you to let you breathe. Your hand slowly inches for his balls, cupping them softly and massaging them lightly in your hand. He pushes his hips forward as he feels you doing this, having you take his entire length in your mouth. You lick at the base of his cock, hearing his deep groans that fill the otherwise still night. Putting more pressure on his balls, you feel him tense in your mouth.

He groans and moves his hips slower while he’s inside you. You’re almost sure he’s going to cum like this, but he pulls his length out of your mouth and has you just focusing on his head and massaging his balls in your hand.

“Oh fuck mama, yes,” he gasps pulling himself out of you, “use your mouth on my balls now,” he directs as you gasp for air.

You eagerly take his shaft in your hand and start jerking it, placing your mouth near his sac. You give one long lick causing him to gasp. You use your fingertips to push his sac to your mouth, wanting to suck on one of his balls and shower him with attention.

You suck on one and his cock twitches in your hand. You test how much pressure you can put to make him groan the most. You lick and suck on his balls while still slowly jerking him off in your hand. You love the sounds he’s making, sounding like sweet music to your ears.

You had never done this before so it did make you a little nervous, but you would experiment with what he liked. Like the rest of him, his balls were large and heavy making your mouth water for him. He lets out a loud gasp as your tongue swirls around his teste, bringing a new pleasure to him when you have it inside your mouth.

He pulls you away from him, leaving a sucking pop sound with you release his ball from your mouth.

“Fuck mama, you’re killing me,” he says breathlessly. You can’t help but giggle slightly at his reaction to all of it. You could keep going if he would let you but he lets out a frustrated grumble as you look up at him with his cock still in your hand.

He doesn’t like the reaction from you, he doesn’t want to hear you enjoying your punishment for acting out so childishly. “Your punishment isn’t over yet baby. Get up.”

Elvis tucks himself back into his wet slacks and reaches for the towel that’s fallen on the floor to cover you, wrapping his arms around your torso and picking you up. He makes long, quick strides into the cool, air conditioned house, sneaking you down to the basement and into the jungle room.

He placed your body face down over the arm of the couch sitting in the middle of the room, your hands stretched out in front of you holding yourself up.

“You’re such a bad girl, always liking your punishments too much.” He grabs your hair again, pulling your head back and places a hard spank on your ass. The pain of it spreads through you like wildfire making you cry out.

“Elvis!” You say loudly, squirming out of his touch. He stills you putting a firmer grip on your hair and your hip. His hand comes down again and the sound of the spank is the only sound that fills the room. You let out another cry, hearing Elvis make a guttural noise.

“Elvis, Please!” You beg.

His hand comes down again and your eyes fill with water, pleasure seeping through when he gives another spank.

“Ah fuck,” you whimper.

His hands caress the swell of your ass, getting dangerously close to your folds. You feel your wetness pool more, making you want him badly. His fingertips brush your folds and the wetness spilling out of them. You push your hips back into his fingers more, wanting him to plunge them knuckle deep inside you. You hear him start to peel his wet clothes off of himself behind you and throw them to the side.

“Daddy, please,” you cry.

“You just love when daddy gives you attention Hmm?” He asks.

“Mhmmm, yes daddy I’ve missed you,” you groan.

“I know baby, being such a good little slut for me.”

His tip rubs against your folds as he continues to praise you. With a grunt, he plunges his cock inside you, stuffing you to the hilt. Both of you loudly groan and cry for more. You drive your hips back with him, wanting him to take you rough.

“Fuck me daddy,” you gasp, pushing your hips back with his.

Elvis cusses and lets out a pent up groan, making your pussy throb. He keeps one hand on your hip, using it as leverage when he snaps his hips into you, the other slithered down from your hair and wrapped around the front of your neck, keeping a light pressure on it, giving you a delicious tingling sensation.

His thrusts are hitting all the right places and with how sexually needy you’ve been, it’s not going to take very much to make you finish. He knows it too. The sounds you’re making for him tells him how good he’s making you feel and that you can’t take very much.

Suddenly he pulls out of you, leaving you breathless and begging for more.

“Baby, please. Don’t stop,” you pant, looking over your shoulder.

“Have you learned your lesson? Are you going to pull a little stunt like that again?” He questions.

“No daddy, I won’t I promise.” You plead.

He pulls your upper body up and goes to sit on the couch, his long legs spread out and his cock getting lazily tugged on in his hand.

“Then come and ride daddy. I want you to finish like this,” he beckons.

You stare at the man before you and get a chill just looking at him. You nod your head at him in compliance and straddle his frame. You hover over his cock, he lines you up and pushes your hips down onto him, sinking your wet heat all the way down his shaft. He cusses with how tight you feel and you feel the throbbing begin to feel unconsolable.

You glide yourself up again and watch his face this time as you sink back down on him hard. His face forms into pleasure, his eyes looking into yours, then down along your breasts as they begin to bounce as you ride him faster. He groans loudly, sending an electric shock to your core by just the sounds he makes when he’s getting fucked.

Your hands grip tightly in his wet hair as you ride him, not being able to get enough of him.

He leans his head back onto the couch, letting you take most of the control. He still has his hands on your hips, squeezing them tightly.

The coil and heat in your belly feels like it’s going to unravel any second now and he knows it. Your whimpers and moans increase as you swivel your hips back and forth, rubbing your clit on him in the process.

He stills you suddenly, making a shrill cry come out of you. He bores those serious blue eyes into you and bites his lip.

“Do you deserve to cum baby?” He asks.

You gasp and try to move your hips down but he won’t let you until you answer him.

“Yes, daddy, make me cum please. I’ve been a good girl,” you gasp.

He sinks you back down on him and helps you move up and down in his length. His fingers find your bud and rubs it like only he can.

Before you know it, your vision is filled with stars and you scream his name. He groans loudly when he watches you cum all over him, squeezing his cock and gasping for breath.

He finishes deep inside you, his member pulsating quick, thick spurts of his seed. You keep riding him even though your body is becoming exhausted. You don’t really know when the next time you’ll get him like this so you want to selfishly stay on him as long as you can.

Elvis grunts when you continue to grind on him and he sees your pleasure filled face riding him into oblivion.

“Mama, you’re gonna have to slow down you’re killin’ me,” he says gently through gasps.

You try and catch your breath, grabbing into his shoulders and calming yourself down.

“Sorry baby I got excited,” you tease.

“I’m not going anywhere baby. You can get more later if you want it. You don’t have to act out like a little devil to get my attention.” He assures.

You pauses looking away, “I know but you’ve been so busy. I didn’t want to bother you…” you trail off.

The look of realization washes over his face and his eyes grow sorrowful.

“Oh god baby, is that what this was all about? I haven’t been very attentive have I? Oh honey I’m so sorry,” he says pulling you in to embrace.

“It’s okay honey I know you’re under a lot of pressure. I didn’t want to distract.”

He looks at you smugly, “you are my favorite distraction though. Please tell me if you need something you know I’ll do it for you,” he says sweetly.

You nod your head and smile, “okay honey. I will I promise.”

“Good girl. Let’s get you upstairs so I can ruin you some more,” he says devilishly.

“Elvis! You need your rest before opening night. I can’t be the one held responsible for keeping you up all night. I’ll be fine,” you say exasperated.

“We’ll how about this, the show opens in three days, and I promise to get rest and be in top shape for the shows. But,” he pauses and pulls your chest to his, “I’m not going to let you sleep the first night we’re there. I want to ruin that perfect pussy of yours,” he says in a low sensual whisper.

Your heart skips when you hear him talk to you like this, “okay daddy.”

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[karniss-bg3]

No Escape

Content warning: This fanfic contains mentions of suicide, intrusive thoughts, self deprecation and self harm. Please do not read below the cut if you are not in the head space to consume this kind of material.

Word count: 554

Summary: Kar’niss awakens to find he is not alone, in his head at least.

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Filth. Pest. Nuisance.

Kar’niss’ eyes opened, stirred from his trance by the whispered words creeping from within. He was within his twisted alcove not far from Moonrise tower, a secluded spot with gnarled trees, rocky cliffs, and a deep ravine below. His moon lantern remained forever clutched in his grasp to keep the shadows at bay illuminating a freshly drained humanoid slumped over the branch nearby. His gaze darted around in search of the voice even if he knew its true origin, wishing for something tangible to fight rather than the immortal monster within.

The abomination has risen, crooked and twisted. This ravine is deep. A few steps and the suffering ends. Do it. Coward, he is a coward. Selfish, dim, too incompetent to die.

The voices were numerous and relentless, their volume growing in strength the more he came into consciousness. Kar’niss clamped his jagged hand onto the side of his face, trembled fingers coming to curl and dig at the uneven flesh of his forehead and cheek.

“M-Majesty, protect me from their venom,” Kar’niss growled, backing up tighter into the tree.

She has abandoned you.

Our Queen has seen you for what you are, a fraud.

Ugly, ugly, ugly. Vile, She vomits at the sight of you.

We can barely stand to be a part of you. Walk off and free us, WALK OFF!

The drider shook his head frantically maintaining his grip on the lantern, his claws breaking the skin due to the dangerous pressure applied. “N-No, She would not abandon us. We are Her m-most loyal s..servant…”

No one likes you. No one.

Annoying blabber mouth. Shut up, be silent, never speak again.

The abomination cannot help himself. He wants to be accepted, to be loved.

A great joke, that. Add delusional to the list of flaws. A shite smear deserves more love than you, filth.

“SHUT UP! Shut up! Hhnng!” Kar’niss thrashed against the tree with such force it would’ve dislodged leaves had it any left to dislodge. Moisture streamed down his face, trying desperately to regain control of his own mind with little success. The more he fought the intrusive thoughts the more insistent they became. His head was flooded by a chorus of insults, each more biting than the last. He could hear nothing else around him left completely vulnerable to the whims of his inner demons. Even his cries went unheard in his own ears, drowned out by the brutal assault by his subconscious.

It all came to a head in a violent fashion. The voices overwhelmed his senses, his muscles wound tighter than a spring. His hand gripped his hair with such force that it ripped strands out by the roots. He threw his head back and looked toward the blackened sky, his face streaked with tears which cut a path through the dirt on his cheeks. His mouth fell open unleashing an unholy wail from the depths of his chest. The sound tore through the bleak forests of the Shadowlands, disturbing nesting ravens forcing them to flee the branches to get away from the ear piercing screech. The harrowing cry reached the spires of Moonrise gaining modest reactions from the inhabitants. It was a familiar sound that they learned to ignore with time. It would sort itself out, they believed.

One way or another.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Pls do a wanda x reader where instead of her falling for vision, it was r and Westview and all was with r then at the end of MoM, America instead of portalling to the universe with the other wanda and the kids, she portals to a universe where r and wanda we're together but wanda died, so when wanda walks though the portal and r sees wanda, they're kinda reunited ig? Sorry if this was long or complicated lmao I just love this woman sm

I’m on it!!! I will do this justice cuz MoM has only made me love Wanda even more.

A/n: these two songs inspired me for this fic and I will not elaborate on how they do but they just do.

Wanda wanted you back. She wanted you back so badly she created the Westview hex for you! Her magic temporarily gave you back to her. She was finally at peace with herself when she got to awoke to your slumbering face besides hers within the confines of your shared bed; Your warmth comforted Wanda even in her most sleepless of nights and she could never forget the taste of the spiced lavender tea you’d always have before bed upon your tongue nor the sweet popcorn upon your lips whenever you kissed during a movie night after tucking Tommy and Billy into their safe, warm beds. Even now as she hunted down both Stephen and America Chavez she could still vaguely taste you upon her variants lips as you bid each other sweet dreams.

In another life Wanda got to kiss you, hold you, protect you, raise kids with you. All the while she was left to suffer on the outside, looking in through the window into a life that could’ve been hers had things gone a little differently. Happiness seemed to avoid her whenever it could and whenever she did experience true happiness it was only temporary and would ultimately end in misery and death. The Darkhold had corrupted her beyond reasoning, it had sent her on this excruciating journey to track down America Chavez, a kid with a ability she wanted, no, needed to unlock the door that hide you from her. Praying on her losses to its benefits as it saw fit as the prolonged usage of dark magic had drained more then its fair share of her life force. It almost took away her sanity, her humanity and made her become delusional to an extent that the grief and suffering Wanda originally felt after being forced to end your life for the greater good only served as the catalyst of her impending descent.

Why did Wanda have to sacrifice her happiness, the love of her life so everyone else could keep theirs? It wasn’t fair. When was it her time to be happy, genuinely happy? Why did she have to be the one to sacrifice everything and to suffer immensely afterwards on her own?! Why wasn’t she aloud to be selfish for once without the accusations of villainy being placed unfairly upon her shoulders?! This is what she kept telling herself as she tried to reach you across the multiverse through any and every means within her disposal in order to retain her life with you and her children once more. Yet a setback came in the form of the Darkhold being destroyed by some determined sorcerer she once thought was killed in the attack of Karmar-Taj whom died shortly afterwards driving a knife through the dammed book; leaving Wanda desperately scrambling for an alternative solution to her issue; even going so far as to torture Wong by hurting other half-dead sorcerers for him to spill that the Darkhold had only been a mere copy of the actual transcriptions that laid embedded within the stone walls of Wundagore mountain.

Wanda, at this point, was willing to do anything and everything in her power to get what she was rightfully deserved, no matter who she had to carelessly hurt in the process; sure she should’ve been at least happy that in other realities she got her happy ending with you, Billy and Tommy. Yet it wasn’t enough for Wanda, she wanted to be the Wanda that got the happy ending even if it meant stealing you away from another Wanda. She couldn’t help the feeling of jealously, the feeling of bitterness within her soul whenever she saw a multitude of her variants getting to sleep beside you every night and be embraced and embracing your sugar and marshmallow scented warmth lovingly through her chaos magic. Wanda knew that if you were in her position you would just just as, if not more, ruthless and aggressive in your endeavours in reaching her to get closure. She knew it, she just knew you would, her soul knew you would for she believed your souls were crafted by the same hands and we’re sent to find one another no matter where you were in the multiverse. Your souls and magic were one in the same to Wanda that she firmly believed that you were soulmates, even in your past lives and that you were meant for each other no matter what because at the end of the day you were made to be hers and she was made to be yours. Forever.

So once you died the magical link that came into full effect as a byproduct of spending every waking moment and being sent on several missions paired together was painfully severed, Wanda felt as though she died right then and there beside you and ever since the Scarlet Which had taken her place. When America Chavez told Wanda that even though she wasn’t going to allow her to take her power, as an alternative she decided to take her to what she wanted instead; Wanda only scoffed in disbelief, not wanting to give her the benefit of the doubt in case it was some form of trick to get her to become complacent that when she was about to do the unthinkable as a result of being pushed to the edge one to many times, the star shaped portal before her lead into a familiar layout within a familiar house. The picture frames where littered across the walls, the sofa was protected behind the coffee table that was littered with tissue as a person who sat upon it was cradling a picture frame against their chest as they cried into the tissue tightly gripped in their hand. Unaware of the starshaped portal and the two people standing within it looking at you solemnly.

Wanda soon realised that this person was in fact you and audibly gasped, her hand immediately letting go of America Chavez’s neck as she made her way into the living room to sit across from you. Watching with a broken heart as you cried, collapsing to your knees; it perfectly paralleled how she was like when she found that you had bought a plot of land within Westview just for her and you to grow old in with the abbreviation of a scarlet heart when her powers took over from the emotional distraught that threatened to drown her over and over again. You were hurting and badly from how tightly you grasped the picture frame. “Wanda,” your meek voice croaked, broken, “why’d you leave you. You said we’d be together forever. I MADE WESTVIEW FOR US AND YET YOU STILL LEAVE ME!” Flares of (f/c) magic emitted from your form, altering the house into one of a gothic structure to represent you inner most thoughts and feelings before it glitched back to the sitcom-esque home from before. “Why were you the one to die, it’s unfair my beloved. All I wanted was to be with you until our last breath and yet fate,” you said the word with such venom that Wanda could feel the fear others felt when faced on the receiving end of her wrath, “took you away from me unfairly and yet everyone else got to keep those they love. WHY ME?! WHY AM I LEFT TO SUFFER A BROKEN HEART IN YOUR ABSENCE?! Huh….why me….I didn’t do nothing wrong..” Wanda had heard enough as tears brimmed her eyes and her soul pained in tandem with your own as she reached across the coffee table to catch a tear falling from your cheek before holding it so you were forced to look into her eyes.

You gasped upon looking at her, dropping the picture frame in the process that thankfully it landed with a thud instead of the sound of glass smashing, “Wanda?” You scrambled to your feet as you felt her other hand reach to your other cheek, her thumbs rubbing against your skin. Your eyes flicker towards America Chavez who only looked at your sympathetically before closing the star shaped portal behind her, leaving you and this woman who shared the same likeness to your late wife within your house dressed like a witch. “I’m not your Wanda.” She admitted sadly as she watched your eyes flicker across her features as though you had materialised her through thought, “I’m aware,” you said after a beat of silence, “yet I don’t have the heart to send you back to your reality, your still my Wanda no matter what because you always said that our souls were made by the same hands; Made to find one another in any and very lifetime we are born. I was made to follow you and you were made to follow me, through heartbreak and the good times. We’re made for each other.” Wanda felt the tears stream down her face at your words as she leaned into the hands that came in contact with her cheeks to wipe away her tears with gentle touches as though you’d break her.

“Fate hasn’t been the kindest to you has it?” You asked as Wanda only collapsed into your arms where she could smell your marshmallow and sugar scent clinging to your skin, “I lost you and everything I’ve done up until now has all been for you.” Wanda admitted as she buried her face deeper into your neck as she felt you let out a sigh of relief, “the countless people I’ve killed to get to you had been wasteful but if it meant I get to be in your arms as I am now I’d kill countless more for you my love.” You didn’t care what this Wanda has done in her reality, you should but you didn’t have the heart to cast her away when fate had taken pity on you and given you a Wanda just as broken as you were at your loss. “I don’t care what you did Wanda, fate has finally given me what I wanted and I have no plans in letting you go back there without me, multiverse be dammed by our actions for I’d rather ruin the multiverse with you then be cursed to live without you ever again.” Wanda didn’t waste any time in kissing you and upon your tongue she could taste the spiced lavender tea and upon your plush lips she could taste the sweetness of popcorn. She finally got what she always wanted. A happy ending.

[yotsubaclover]

explaining my blorbo associations pt2: jules who i do not draw often im so sorry u look like that babygirl

song: i actually... have never made a jules playlist LMAO my jules brainrot is so academic i could spit theories for him but not songs. so i had to dive into my spotify likes and find something. goldilocks spot is actually from a very old jolyne playlist i made but i think it also fits jules. to me it's a song about being painfully aware of how... average? not-outstanding? just there? you are and the angst that comes with it, the bitterness towards other people (in jules' case, for not seeing him as who he knows himself to be—a noble). but there's also a stubborness and pride that keeps you from fully confronting those feelings/that dilemma and finding peace within it, which is fitting for the persistent turbulence within jules... a lot of this is my (quite liberal?) interpretation tho so yeah

color & object: purple is the color of royalty and lavender is pretty and calming and healing. quite the nice set of descriptions for someone like jules :)

animal: i dont kin assign animals often so this was hard. but i chose raven as a parallel to doves... because jules' dove of happiness was/is rosemarine, and because jules is almost like rose's shadow in many ways... also ravens are kinda bad omens i feel like for all the gentleness jules shows he is also obviously capable and willing to do terrible things, he's selfish and prideful and even a little greedy... and lol i think the negativity also fits some of his self-image

drink: tea! of course! what else would i put

aesthetic: i think classic dark academia with all its elite-ness and occult-ness and general fucked up-ness would be a very average jules genre. smack him in a dark academia plot a la secret history and he's right at home lol. even his fallen noble status makes for an interesting pov in a dark academia story. the genre's potential for class analysis and commentary too is jules de ferrier

other: i think it was a fic which was about jules and perfume which made me think about this association... lavender was the scent too so that is another explanation to the above lol. as for the shadows again it's cos of his duo thing with rosemarine but also everything he does is kind of... in the shadows... he has engaged in shady shit (gang moment???) and is often lurking/observing situations (as the right hand man yk) and also just him looking out for the people he cares about even if in incredibly convoluted ways (see: rosemarine and jules' deal with the thugs who wanted to beat him up when they first arrived at lacombrade). he does the dirty work in the dark or smth like that. tbh there are a lot of oppositions with rosejules, the light/shadow thing is pretty on the nose i think but my favorite is probably the feminine/masculine. (disclaimer thisis an idea spitball Only so pls do not sue me for incorrect use of terminology; im sorry feminist theory i promise ill read more of you BUT a lot of the ideas kind of branch out of 2nd wave ideas/concepts i believe)

because publicly rose seems to take the patriarchal role as the superintendent (ie. being the disciplinarian, having power, being the symbol of the institution) while jules assumes a more matriarchal role as advisor, someone more approachable and "kinder" than the patriarch... then it all gets skewed because of auguste's presence, so they actually switch with rose being "feminized" and jules being "masculinized" but anyway LOL i have many thoughts on this specific kind of. feminist/queer inspired reading of rosejules

i hate his ass so much cos it's so fucking hard to break his character down in a comprehensible way. the thesis topic thing is only partly a joke. i genuinely think with the depths i am going to look at this i can find something in him or maybe im just delusional lmao i probably am

[n0sewise]

hi! 1 & 12 for choose violence game, if its okay to ask

hi, yes it's totally okay to ask!

1. Oh god, it could be any of them, honestly. I see a lot of UwU Killua, but also there's a ton of really great Killua too. I'm going with Gon since we never get to hear his inner thoughts. There's a tendency in fandom to go really extreme with him either as The Sweetest Most Innocent Boy In The World or Selfish 8ft Monster Who Hurt Killua. I don't see him as either, and even in my own writing I've had people misinterpret him as being dumb for the sake of it, or an alpha bro type when in reality, he's got the mother (father?) of all abandonment issues. This is the kid that went out to see what's so great about smoking bc his dad left to get a pack of cigarettes(someone funnier than me made this comparison and i forget who). Gon is Complex. His morality is a little weird. He loses his arms like it's a hobby. Anyway. Yeah, Gon is my pick for 1.

12. Illumiiiiii. I love Illumi, but this won't be in defense of him (I don't even think he's unpopular). Something about him makes my brain go brrrr. He is The Worst and here is why I love him:

1) a fantastic villain. We don't even know who he is until his big reveal in the exam arc when we find out Why Gittarackur has been in disguise this entire time. He's got those big, empty shark eyes. He's an assassin and yet he walks around in weird, green, puffy sleeved outfits when it would clearly be more practical to dress in literally any other way. He hardly emotes until He Does, at which point he becomes Terrifying to behold.

2) he's the kid that Silva and Kikyo fucked up first. Look, that Speaks To Me as an only child gifted kid burnout. Illumi is their firstborn, but he's not the heir, and he's Very Good at what he does. Was he born with the right temperament, or was it beaten out of him? We don't get that info, but I think it's fucking fascinating, and even more so when you consider that Milluki must have been the overcorrection of whatever was done to Illumi to make him the way he is. Was there any point where they looked at this perfect assassin and were like, "...we might have messed him up a little" ? Was he told to have a hand in Killua's upbringing, or did he take that on by choice? The Implications of his childhood and that of the rest of the Zoldycks are some of the most interesting in the series to me.

3) he's a hypocrite! He's delusional! Mr. Assassins Don't Have Friends went and got engaged to a magician clown? Illumi is so delulu for his entire conversation with Hisoka where he assumes he is the person Killua loves most and it makes me choke on my coffee every single time. He's removed from reality, which is a charming and horrifying trait to have, and it has endless au potential.

So far I've only written him as The Worst Person Killua Knows, but can you imagine au Illumi as the most embarrassing older brother? Illumi showing up while Killua has Gon over after school and thinking he killed it because he just dabbed like the kids do, and Killua is hoping the ground will open up and swallow him bc his big brother Did Not just do that in front of his crush? Illumi bringing his awful, creepy boyfriend to An Important Zoldyck Function and not understanding (or caring) when they manage to clear the room because their combined vibes are just too rancid?

I love Illumi. I don't want to see him succeed. I do not think he has a healthy relationship with any of his siblings. He is Not a good person in the series, and it makes him so fun to watch. Hisoka makes my skin crawl, but I could watch 8 hours of Illumi failing at human interaction.

This came out longer than I intended, whoops. Thanks for the ask!