#i shall drown myself in his embrace

[frootyrooties]

i know it’s still a few months from now, but i’m already thinking about what i’m going to wear on our date hehe

[ghostbustting]

Hey, I was wondering if you could write something about the fact that the reader has been James's partner for 5 years, and while they are at their friend's birthday party they argue over silly things but they both take it to heart, so the reader decides to make James jealous with x man (nothing too far-fetched) then James gets really upset and takes the reader to his house and they have rough sex (where James takes out his annoyance on the reader) And by the way, let it end with some good ending.

I imagined this scenario with James 1998, when he becomes beefier 🤭.

thank u anon, I shall say the word "beefier" on a daily basis now.

╰┈➤“𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾

𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑹𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬 .ᐣ„ ๋࣭⭑

‘98!James Hetfield x Reader

Contains smut.

Hand in hand, James and I carefully step into the bar that we were told to go to by his bandmate Kirk and his wife Lani, finding all of our friends and some faces we haven’t recognized yet all gathered around the bar to celebrate the guitarist’s wife’s 27th birthday.

Smiles are on everyone’s face while I release James’ hand in order to pull Lani into a warm embrace, “Happy birthday!” I congratulate her, pecking her cheek and stepping back, watching as James congratulate her as well.

Kirk stood by her side with an even wider smile than I usually see on him daily, it warms my heart to see how many love he have as his eyes stays on Lani, seemingly mesmerized by her.

James and I stood back with the others as someone brings in Lani’s birthday cake, I feel his arm around me as he kiss my head, making me lean against him as we watch her make a wish and blow the candles.

Then, Kirk wrap his arms around her and kiss her passionately before exclaiming to the crowd, “Happy birthday to this amazing wife of mine!!” His cheeky smile spreads to Lani’s own face as everyone cheer.

I watch the look they share with each other, my eyes slowly falling to the wedding rings on their fingers.. then to my own empty finger.

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot of how Kirk and Lani had only been dating each other for one year only, yet they have already gotten married not long ago in January.

I can’t help but compare the both of them and their marriage to my five year relationship with James.

We’ve been together for so long, yet only ever keeping things as boyfriend and girlfriend. Sure, maybe it means he’s extremely loyal. But is it wrong if I just want to make things even more serious with him? I only ever wanted to be tied to him by an unbreakable vow and strengthen our love.

James and I sit down with the rest, drinking. My eyes slowly gaze upon him, the smile on his face as someone make a crappy joke. I feel the need to try to talk about it to him, finding the couple in front of us as a perfect topic starter.

I wait patiently for the perfect moment, clearing my throat as he drink. “Hey, James?” I slowly call out to him. His blue eyes look over at me and he grin, “Yea, baby?” He place the glass of drink back down on the table.

Taking deep breaths, I slowly speak. “So.. Kirk and Lani make a pretty couple, right..? Can’t believe they’re already 11 months into marriage.”

“Yeah, but eh that’s love.” He answer casually.

I look down and sigh, “I um.. Well, what about us..?” I start again, he look at me with a raised eyebrow, a small hint of confusion on his face. “We’ve been dating for five years now, so I’m wondering—”

“God..” He mutter and sigh, taking another sip of his glass.

I cut myself off when I hear this, a bit surprised by his attitude. “Excuse me?” I lean back in my seat and furrow my eyebrows, “What’s with the sigh?” I ask, sounding a bit offended.

He drowned his drink and sigh as he swallow the liquid, setting the glass down. He slowly turn his gaze towards me, shrugging. “Look, I love you and you love me. Isn’t that enough luck for you?”

“Luck? That’s what you call our love? Not fate?”

He groaned and run a hand through his blond hair, “I don’t mean it like that! I’m just saying, we don’t need to concern about marriage as long as we love each other.” He rambled out, rolling his eyes.

Though his words are partially correct, it’s his attitude that bugs me. “But don’t you think we should start a family? It’s been five years, James. Five goddamn years—” But then he cut me off yet again.

“Yea you said that already. Besides, you’re already a family to me like I probably am to you.”

“But—”

“Can you just stop thinking about it? It’s a fucking birthday party, not a couple counseling.”

Feeling sick of his attitude, I sigh and stand up from my chair. “Where do you think you’re going?” James ask me, a hint of surprise in his voice. Instead, I simply shrug him off and take my glass with me as I walk away to another side of the bar.

I didn’t know why, but knowing he reject the very thought of creating an actual family, tying an ever tighter bond between us, making our love even more true, breaks my heart. I know he’s probably not ready yet. I know I’m supposed to accept his choice.

But I can’t stand the fact all of my friends had to shove their wedding rings in front of my face.

Sliding into a stool, I sigh and place my glass on the bar counter. I rest my elbow on the counter as I bury my face in my hands, rethinking the situation in my head. I find his harsh responses to be terribly unnecessary, he could’ve just responded with a softer response and try patiently to make me understand.

That’s when I hear someone slipping into the stool that was placed next to the one I’m currently sitting on. My eyes slowly peek through my fingers to see the mystery person, finding a guy I have never seen before. To be fair, I don’t know most faces here.

“Hey there.” He greeted me, a charming smile on his face, his arms resting on the counter as he tilt his head and look at me with those chocolate eyes.

“Hello..” I answer hesitantly.

Eventually, I discover that he was a close friend of Lani back then. He’s actually quite a nice and charismatic man, his style is a huge contrast to James’, yet no less intriguing. His brown eyes always looking serious whenever I speak, appreciating every letter that enters his ears. But of course.. there wasn’t any real special interest I have for him.

As he speak, I glance around the bar a little, a smile on my face now as he have lifted up my mood again. It didn’t took long before I notice the cold jealous eyes from across the bar that belongs to none other than my one and only boyfriend, James Hetfield.

Usually, it was a danger to play with fire when the James you’re dealing with is this type of James. But seeing the way his eyes sends daggers into the guy in front of me, the way his fingers grip his glass tightly to the point it seems like it’s about to shatter, the look of jealousy in his face..

I can’t help but grin to myself before I turn to the guy again.

Leaning slightly closer to the guy, I start talking more with him, making sure to laugh at a shitty joke he slip in that I’d probably actually call cringe if only I wasn’t testing James.

I put on my most stupid smile an twirl a piece of hair around my index finger as I listen to this guy ramble about something I surely and never will partake any interest in. He was definitely not James. He doesn’t share the same interest as the ones that James and I would talk about nonstop almost everyday of every year.

Bored, I take my glass of drink and take a sip of it. That’s when.. I feel a hand harshly grip my arm and tug on it.

When I turn my head, I was met by a stern looking James. It’s hard to tell what emotion was exactly built up inside those icy cold blue eyes of his, whether it’s jealousy, anger, annoyance, or everything in once. Nevertheless, the way his eyes immediately stare right into my soul gave my heart a quick pang of shock.

“Wha—”

“We’re leaving.”

“But—”

“No.”

Before I can say another word, he just drag me by my arm out of my seat and out of that bar, simply yelling to his friends; “See you, man!”

I was forced to stay silent as he bring us over to our car and push me into the passenger seat before jogging to the other side of the car and get into the driver seat. I look at him cautiously as I slowly relax into the seat.

The ride to his house was filled with tension, he didn’t even spoke a word or glance a bit at me, yet he kept his hand on my thigh, gripping it tightly and even massaging the flesh every now and then, especially when he got pissed off by the other drivers on the road.

Sure, I planned for him to fully unleash his jealousy. But I never really expected him to be this.. intense.

My heart was practically jumping in and out of my chest by the time we arrive on the driveway of his house, I try to speak. “James—” Then again, my words fail to come out as he immediately exit the car and go around to my side.

He opens my passenger seat door and suddenly grab me without another word, throwing me over his shoulder while he close the door with his other hand. I gasp and squirm on his shoulder as he carry me all the way into his house.

“James- put me down..” I practically whined and grab onto his shirt, scared of falling and possibly hitting my head hard on the floor. I let out another gasp when he take his hand and land a harsh smack to my ass. I stop squirming and wince.

I could’ve sworn I heard him mutter something under his breath that I couldn’t really hear clearly while I watch as he close the front door and lock it, still holding me on his shoulder as he start to walk us upstairs.

I wasn’t quite sure what was happening. He was quiet. Way too quiet. All I could hear and feel is my own loud heartbeat while holding tightly onto his shoulder, I can smell the stinging but nice scent of his cologne filling my nostrils.

Even without being able to see his face, I can sense how he surely isn’t playing anymore.

Then before I know it, we were in his room and he kick the door shut before storming his way to the bed and technically throwing me onto it, causing a small grunt from me.

His bed has always been comfortable, the sheets has been a witness of all the love we shared in his room and on his bed. Innocently, and.. not so innocently.

His large hand slammed down on the spot next to my head, his face leaning down close to mine, just a few inches apart. “You fucking slut.” He spat, his voice deeper than I remember and his eyes colder than I ever saw. “You did that on purpose didn’t you?”

“Did what..?” I try to play dumb, though my eyes were slightly widened, intimidated by the proximity and how much tension he’s putting on tonight. I can’t help but press my thighs together, feeling an oh so familiar soaking spot on my panties.

“You know damn well what.” All of a sudden, he flip me over and push my dress over my ass, my eyes widening and I try to squirm out of my position of which is underneath him.

Denying my effort, he pull me back and keep me in place as he lift my hips up a little, pushing my head into the sheets as his hand lands harshly on my ass, leaving a red mark in the shape of his very own large hand, a loud gasp and a wince coming out of me. “Trying to make me jealous? That jerk didn’t even look half good as me.”

I can’t help but let out a small scoff at his statement, only earning another harsh spank to my ass. I wince and try to pull down my dress back, failing when his hand slapped mine away and hit again, even harsher this time.

He was mean. Always has been when he’s not in a good mood.

The worse part is I love it.

“Did you really think I’d let you go home with a dick that small? Don’t you know you’re mine?” He chuckle and pull down my panties slowly, I just knew he was smirking wide and cocky when he saw the sinful pool on my panties. “Dirty girl..” He mutter as he throw the panties away.

An even louder gasp leaves me when I feel his tongue on my cunt, his hands holding my hips tightly in his grasp. “James—” I was cut off by another spank to my ass along with a harsh suckle on my clit, I moan and whimper, hips wiggling uncontrollably as he work his tongue’s magic on me.

I can feel him spitting onto my pussy before diving back in, his groan muffled. He sucked and licked and bite and technically made out with every part of me he found down there. Every single one of those action never failed to pull out the loudest moan from me.

My visions turns blurry, the pleasure always way too much to handle every single time. I will never underestimate the power this musician holds on me. He knows way too much about my weakness. Perhaps, that’s because he’s the only man I’ll ever let discover the dirties part of me.

The moment his tongue slips through my folds, I lost it.

I was a moaning mess, gripping every part of the sheets that I could reach while he ate me out like a starving man. Yet his cock haven’t even made it out of his boxers.

“James please.. ahn.. more..”

I whined when he delivered even more rough spanks onto my ass, feeling the mark he left stinging and will surely make sitting a difficult task for me to do later on. Each time his palm meets my skin, more tears build up in my eyes.

A tight knot is felt in my stomach and the moment he gave a harsh suck on my pussy, I start to release on his tongue, moaning loudly to the point I’m sure these walls around us might betray us and spill my pleads for him to our neighbors.

I can feel him lick me clean one last time before pulling back, his hand immediately going to his belt and unbuckling it. “Who said you can cum? Hm?” He sounds breathless yet annoyed at the same time.

Hips back down on the bed, I was still recovering from my strong release, tears spilling from my eyes to the sheets underneath me, soaking it. That’s when I feel him tap his cock on my ass. “Hips. Up.”

What else can I do other than obey him and lift my hips up, though my weak state only allowed me to do lift it a little, which then James force with his hands to be up high in the air on display for him to completely ruin.

“I’ll show you what that fucking dickhead can’t give you.” He hold onto my ass before guiding his cock in with his other hand, immediately thrusting in a harsh pressure, meeting that one special spot in me right away.

I gasp and grip onto sheets, “Oh fuck!” I cry as he grab ahold of my hips and hold it still, his hips ramming back and forth into mine, his well-sized cock stretching me out and hitting all the right spots in me I’m sure he knows all too well.

His grunts along with the sounds of his balls slapping against my pussy fills my ears, yet they were no competition to my loud moans, they just keep pouring out of my mouth and might make me lose my voice later on. But I could care less. If this man stuffed inside me felt the need to take out his annoyance to me and show me who I belong to, I’m ready all night for him.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He murmured and deliver another hit to the already numb skin of my ass.

“I’m yours!” I moaned, “I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours!!”

“So you do know your place, huh?”

That’s when I feel his fingers in my hair, fisting it into a ball. I wince when he tugged on it and hold onto it as his hips move in a surreal speed, thrusting in and out of me in a speed of light. My lips were parted as I pant and whimper at the feeling, almost like a dog. It was humiliating. But at the same time arousing for him.

My eyes rolls to the back of my head, tears rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably, my hips try to move to his rhythm as well, adding to the pleasure. I slowly turn my head back towards James, finding him smirking smugly, still groaning with every thrusts. “Yea? You like that?”

He pulled me up by my hair and my back meets his chest, his arms wrap around me as he continue to thrust into me, my hands grip onto his arms as I lean my head on his shoulder. “C’mon.. answer me, baby.” He pull down the top of my dress now to pull out both of my breasts, cupping them in his hands.

“I love it!” I moaned out.

He chuckle and took ahold of my face, his lips finding mine in an instant, starting a sloppy and desperate kiss, our tongues meeting and rubbing against one another lazily. I whimper and look down when we pull away, “James.. wanna cum..” I mumble, breathless.

He bury his face in my neck and start kissing and biting there, a mark was made right below my ear. “Do it with me, baby. C’mon.”

With one last weak yet desperate thrust, we held onto each other and let out the most sinful noises ever as we release our load together. His cum shooting into me while mine came gushing out and mixing with his while he pull out his cock.

Too weak, I fall onto the bed and whine as I feel our mixed cum slowly dripping out of my swollen and used cunt.

He let out a heavy sigh as he fell onto my back, kissing from my shoulder, to my back, to the back of my neck, and to my other shoulder. I just hum tiredly, appreciating his caring gesture in a small soft smile as I turn to him.

I lift his arm up and slip right into it, “I’m sorry for—”

“No, I am.”

I look up at him with raised eyebrows, a bit taken aback by his sudden apology and refusal of my own apology.

He shook his head and look down, his hand reaching up to play with my hair, a habit he does every aftercare. “I shouldn’t have said it like that to you.. I was being a complete unreasonable jerk. I should’ve told you I’m not ready..” He sigh and kept his head low with his eyes away, as if he’s embarrassed of himself.

“James..” I sigh and reach up to cup his cheek, “Don’t be sorry, please..” I whisper and kiss his nose, smiling softly. “What happened earlier is just a silly misunderstanding, okay..? I love you and you love me, as long as we have love and each other, the world doesn’t matter.” I spoke, using his own words yet with a better arrangement. My voice gentle as I paint his face with kisses, pulling out his own smile as his blue eyes met mine again.

“God bless your mom and dad for creating you.” He mumble as he tuck a couple hair behind my ear. I laugh softly and close my eyes as I rest my head on his chest.

[dappergoth]

Medusa and the intruder

"Why do you wish to harm me?" Cried Medusa, her snakes coiling around each other in some semblance of embrace. "I live alone far away from the monsters, yet you still hunt me down, what must I do to protect myself? To live freely from the cruelty of man?"

Perseus was shaking, he was using all his strength to hold up Athenas shield so he could properly address the gorgon. The young child took a deep breath and steadied himself. "I wish you no harm" he managed to reply "I wish no one harm" he let go of the sword that was half his height, letting it drop to his feet, "not you, not the Fates nor the Gods."

Medusa stared in shock at the intruder, only now hearing his voice and registering his youth, her snakes uncoiling themselves and stretching out towards the boy. "Then why come?" She asked "why make such a perilous journey?"

Perseus cried, he tried so hard not to but the tears kept coming, he dropped the shield and covered his face, the sounds of his sobs echoing around the cave masking the sound of the approaching gorgon. "To save my mother" he choaked out "I only want my mother."

Medusa lent close to the boy, wiping away the tears that leaked from his hands, taking in his small stature that was drowning in the ill fitting armour. "Where is your mother?" Medusa whispered "why must you save her?" The boy cried for a while more before replying.

"With an evil king who wishes to bed her."

Medusa hissed and her snakes writhed around angrily, she calmed her voice before speaking again. "Why would coming here save your mother?"

Perseus forgetting who he was talking to began to remove his hands.

"Don't" said the gorgon, placing her hands over his. Perseus shuddered before speaking.

"I challenged the king to keep him from my mother, he said that if I brought him the head of the gorgon he would let her go."

Medusa seethed at this information, bowing her head in rage she noticed the shield. Medusa picked it up and immediately recognised it as her Goddess Athenas. Looking upon the shield Medusa remembered what Athena had told her when she was turned into a gorgon.

"I cannot punish the man who did this to you, but I can give you a gift to stop it happening again. May this blessing protect you and other women from the hatred of men's hearts."

"What is your name child?" Medusa asked tearing off a piece of the boys tunic.

"Perseus" he replied.

"Well Perseus," Medusa said tying the piece of cloth around her eyes, before bending down to pick up the fallen sword. "Shall we go save your mother?"

[lutiaslayton]

Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva

ＰＡＲＴ　０１

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Disclaimer: This is a fan-translation for the Japan-exclusive novellisation of the movie Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva. The original novel was written by Aya Matsui under the supervision of Akihiro Hino, and belongs to Level-5.

This translation only aims to be a pleasant read for non-Japanese fans, nothing more: I made a few deliberate changes while translating in order to get the writing style closer to what is usually found in English fanfictions, as the Japanese storytelling can sometimes be different than what we are used to.

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As we rise out of the sea The stars’ glimmers sing praises This soul remains close to your heart

As the sunlight filtering through the foliage sparkles The forest’s raindrops sing praises These eyes shall sleep and watch over your dreams

Count the lives that sank at the bottom of the sea We believe that someday This prayer will reach you

Now let the eternal slumber alone prevail The tears of the beloved Dissolve into the sea

Beyond a thousand nights If the day ever comes When you smile once more We will never cry again

Beyond a thousand nights Watch in our dream The day we meet again As we sing this song

Believe in the promise Beyond the far-off time We will see your smile again

As you stand in the future when the skies intersect You must let our thoughts guide you back to that day

We will never run out of the tears That are destined to none but you We lie asleep dreaming of you

We shall now sleep Always thinking of you Our beloved...

♪

── London・Present

☆ Janice Quatlane

The sound of thunderous applause brought me back to reality.

This was just a rehearsal for tomorrow’s performance…

I could now remember that I was on the stage of the newly built opera house in London. And yet, I still found myself thinking: “The sea that was just now spread out before me, where did it go?”

The azure blue sea softly embraces the island of Ambrosia, the gentle waves lapping at the shore…

“Miss Quatlane, what a wonderful voice!”

“This fabled opera, The Eternal Kingdom… Nothing could be more fitting for the inauguration of this opera house!”

“Oh yes, I can already see the audience going wild!”

“They had better be! Tomorrow will mark the second time it was ever performed!”

The impresarios seemed to be praising me, but their voices were all drowned out by the sound of the waves that were still echoing in the depths of my heart.

Swoosh… Whoosh… Always thinking of our beloved Eternally dancing to and fro between sea and land

Looking at the sea was like looking at myself, wandering back and forth between dream and reality…

“The memories of the melody…”

All I could do was mumble these words. Standing here, after the end of the song, made me realise… There was something that I had carefully buried inside of me, out of my sight, never to look back. But now, the melody of The Eternal Diva was the key that had just unlocked it: the memories from three years ago.

Memories that were made not of images, but of feelings and emotions…

Joy, sadness, sorrow, pain… I want to see you, I yearn to see you, I languish without you, I want to see you…

These thoughts and feelings all came back to me in a single instant, and they pierced through my entire being. I was almost crushed by this tsunami of emotions, leading me to reconsider my previous decision. Was it really a good idea for me to sing The Eternal Kingdom tomorrow, in front of a live audience?

I could not believe that these memories were still occupying so much space in my mind, even after all this time…

It was a selfish request of me, but the composer, Mr. Oswald Whistler, had graciously accepted to let me sing it again. The reply in his letter was filled with such warm words:

Miss Quatlane… No, I will call you Janice, just like old times. How long have I waited for the time when you would ask! I know what you said three years ago; that you wanted to seal The Eternal Kingdom forever… Still, even from that very moment, I had been hoping to see your role as its diva rise again one day. I understand how much pain and grief it caused you at that time. But Janice, you must never forget that I wrote this opera for you, and you alone. To me, music is the most sacred thing in this world. No matter how foolish and fragile the human heart may be, only music will never burn its wings and fall alongside it. I am with you, Janice. You are an angel chosen by the muses. Please, by all means, I want you to embrace the whole of London with your great love as the diva. It truly is a pity. I would already be rushing over to the opera house and supporting you if I could, but we both know that reality will not make this possible. 　　　　　　　　With all my love, 　　　　　　　　　　　Oswald Whistler

When his letter said that this opera had been written only for me, of course I believed him. I already knew this was true.

Thinking of his words again made me understand: this was a piece that I needed to carry on singing, again and again, for as long as I would be able to. This was my fate.

However, one important thing that few could know, was that this opera never was mine. This, too, was fate.

I only sing for you.

Can you hear it, Melina?

My best friend…

I’m coming back tomorrow, to see you.

All I can do now is keep hoping, thinking back to that time three years ago, when we spent time with Professor Layton…

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[swift-writes]

Mine (Gravik x F!Reader) -NSFW!

Warnings: Smut, Threats, Flirting, Intimidation, Public Sex-ish, Good Girl Kink?, Daddy Kink, Falling Victim to an Accent, No Safeword, Unprotected Penetrative Sex.

Not proofread.

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“Are skrulls always this late to important meetings.” I asked as Gravik sat down, appearing smug in his navy semi-formal clothes. He was heavy with the scent of cologne. He ignored my question and flagged down a waitress, who took our order and brought it over almost instantly. She set down my tea, which I instantly took a sip of, before she set down his espresso.

“Thank you love.” He glanced at her almost lustfully and I slightly spluttered on my drink. Why was I feeling jealous? He grinned at me while looking at me from the side of his eye, not moving his head from the direction of the waitress politely. He began to drown his beverage in an abundance of sugar.

“Why didn’t you just get an empty cup?” I asked, slighted weirded out.

“I like a bit of espresso with my sugar!” The mix of his thick, Welsh accent, his shivering shoulders and his toothy smile sent an electric warmth shooting through my body to the middle of my legs. He clearly noticed my face screwing up in concentration as I tried to not let my arousal get to me. I crossed my legs over each other, desperate to stop myself from feeling like this.

“Shall we actually start the conversation we came here to have?” He pressed his cup to his lips and lightly slurped as I stared into his eyes and half-heartedly nodded.

The rest of the meeting was a blur, my eyes constantly on his plump lips, closely shaven beard and his heaving chest when he stretched his arms behind his head. I almost felt like he could tell I wasn’t paying attention: he took off his jacket and crossed his arms, accentuating his biceps in his tight sleeves. I barely caught the drool in my mouth.

“Can everyone else leave? Now!” I was confused until everyone on the surrounding tables morphed into their skin, skrull skin and began to file from the café, including the waitress, who locked the door behind her. Gravik stood up and I felt a twang of fear, realising I should’ve been paying attention to his monologue.

“You do realise how important this meeting was for both of our interests? Don’t you, Lilith?” He walked behind me, his strong palms massaging my shoulders and neck. I froze. “Instead of listening, you decided to ogle my body. And no doubt… fantasise about it.” He leant down to my ear, purposely letting his warm breath brush against my neck before forcing his seductive accent into my eardrum. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I always give my good girls their wishes.” I almost purred, rolling my head back against his neck, completely forgetting that he was my enemy. My sexy enemy apparently.

“I… need you.” I could feel his smile form as he pressed a kiss to my forehead, his strong hand stroking my hair.

“Of course you do baby, come here, let daddy hold you.” I obeyed, standing up and collapsing against him, our lips crashing together in a seemingly eternal embrace. His tongue slithered between my lips, claiming my mouth and stroking every part of it. His hands slipped from my hair, down my back until they met the cushion of my ass, which he clearly relished as he kept his palms there. My own hands lost control, reaching out to hold his biceps through his tight sleeves. I moaned into his mouth as he tried to pull away from the kiss.

“Baby… the kiss isn’t the best thing that’s going to happen today. Be patient.” He smirked, knowing I was going to go weak from his accent. “I think we need to lose some of these clothes first.” He stared intently into my eyes as he popped each button on his shirt until he could shrug it off his shoulders. His pecs were perfectly smooth and clearly soft with a slight sprinkle of hair. His shoulders were broad and only led to more muscle as his rippling biceps were fully revealed. His 6 abs were profusely toned on his stomach. Through the middle of them was a light dashing of hair that passed his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his boxers. Cockily, he turned round and flexed his back, it was covered in thin scars and upon a second look, they were clearly caused by nails.

“Baby… I wouldn’t mind, but don’t leave me the only one getting naked here, eh? I wanna see you.” I crumbled under him and pressed my face between his pecs as he pulled my shirt off and unclasped my bra. “Mmm, you’re so pretty, so beautiful. Can’t believe you’re all mine.” My lips quivered as he replaced my bra with his hands, lightly rubbing his thumb over each nipple. I whimpered, feeling a gush of warmth in my core. “Feels so perfect doesn’t it. Use your words for daddy.”

“It does. It’s perfect. All of your touches are.”

“Slow down there baby, I’ve only given you one touch.” He chuckled and withdrew his hands, exposing my chest to a piercing chill. He reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it, pulling it from each loop. Next was his fly, unveiling the front of his black boxers. He discarded the belt and slid his pants from his body. I was mesmerised by his bulge but still managed to pull my jeans from my body, leaving me in only my underwear. “Did you wear your best laced panties for me, love?” I nodded, not really understanding the question because I was indulged in every inch of his chiselled body. “We won’t be needing them unfortunately, thanks for considering me though.” He was so confident and cheery in everything he said and I could barely breathe as the air hit my folds. I was cock drunk and I hadn’t even seen his cock. He worked his hands over my body, kneading my breasts and stroking my thighs, purposely avoiding my centre of arousal. “You’re being quiet baby, lost for words are you sweetheart. Not an uncommon reaction to me, you’d be surprised.”

“Are you going to take your boxers off.” I mumbled against his ear, almost out of energy from doing nothing. I had no patience for all this foreplay but he was intent and had all the power here.

“There will be time for that later sweetheart, I wanna make you feel good first.” He lifted me around his waist and the first thing I felt was his hard bulge below me, then the warmth of his skin. He set me on the edge of the table and dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms round my thighs and dragging me forward until I could feel his breath on my pulsing folds. “I won’t give you a safe word baby, you’d regret it if you stopped early with me.” He smirked before diving forward and snacking on my vagina with his long, wet tongue.

“Ughhh! Gravik!” I already knew that his next actions were going to bring out all the sounds I had buried before this. I tried to hold onto his hair but it was too short and I instead scratched his scalp, my hands instead gripped the table. Gravik’s tongue lapped at my juices, flicking against my clit while his lips feasted on the outside. He pulled off for a second to relish and vocalise his sensation.

“You taste so good ba-“ I cut him off, forcing him back to my core as I wrapped my thighs around the back of his head, trapping him there. I could hear him moan against me, sending vibrations through me body and I gripped the table until my knuckles were white. I felt his tongue poke at my entrance and his grin formed before plunging himself inside, lapping at my walls roughly.

“Aghhhhh, oh… my… GOD GRAVIK!” His beard was scratching me, somehow adding to my pleasure. His nose was mashed against my crotch, he was desperately trying to get his tongue as far into me as he could. I could almost feel his saliva dripping from my walls as he pulled out, my legs too tired to hold him. He was panting as he stared up at me, his eyes clouded with lust. His nose seemed slightly bruised from being slammed against me. His beard and lips were covered with my sticky juices, and when he stuck out his tongue, so was that.

He stood up, not saying a word and pressed a kiss to my lips. He sloppily continued it as I let my tongue fall between his lips this time, licking my own juices from his tongue that met mine in an inextricable tangle. We both groaned into each other before he withdrew. He instantly slid his thumbs into his waistbands teasing slightly before it was too much for even him and he tugged them down his thighs, discarding them with the rest of his clothes.

“If you liked that, you’re gonna love this, sweetheart!” His cock was 9.5 inches long, every vein was thick and pulsing, wrapped around his shaft. I was already whimpering at the sight but he wasn’t wasting any time.

Within a second he had thrusted hard, fully sheathing his girth inside my wet heat. My whimpers turned to screams as he pummelled my tight hole. He was almost chuckling in my face as he destroyed the balance in my sensations. All his cockiness disappeared, however, when I clenched around his cock, making each drag add more pressure and draw a raspy whimper from the back of his throat. We were both moaning now, our sweaty foreheads pressed against each other. His thrusts weren’t slowing or losing intensity despite the resistance, they were increasing in both factors. I reached my hands round and dragged my sharp nails down his back, adding to the numerous scars from several other women, or men. This only spurred him on and he picked me up, never haltering with his hands pressed on my ass, definitely leaving a handprint.

“Taking me like a good girl, gonna scream my name, love?” He carried me to the closest wall and slammed me against it. Each time he pulled out, gravity would slide me down on to extra inches of his cock, making the next thrust even harder.

“GRAVIK, UGHHHH.” He grinned and growled and I almost felt like he became animalistic. The time between him breaking me in two and pausing became little to none, every thrust felt like it tore a part of my walls. I could feel every vein on his cock sliding through my tunnel, the tip always slamming against my sweet spot, sometimes even past it.

“That’s not my name baby… ughhh. Say my name properly. Be a good girl, you’ve done a great job so far.” Every single word was accentuated with an unnaturally strong thrust.

“DADDY! DONT STOP, I’M… SO… CLOSE!” I clawed at his back more, my feet climbed round his waist and slid over his smooth ass, tugging him further inside me, attempting to relish every inch of him. I could hear his balls slapping against me, his hips meeting mine. I could hear the squelching as his cock slid through my juices relentlessly.

“I don’t plan on it, you’re being too good for me, too good to tease. Taking everything daddy gives you! I’m close too, not too long baby.” My orgasm tore through me way before his, another too. His relentless pounding was clearly backed up by relentless endurance.

It felt like an hour later (not that I was complaining) that we ended up on the floor, me swivelling my hips against his, bouncing up and down. His mouth was agape, quivering with each bounce, his quips had disappeared long ago, replaced with his very frequent whimpers and shudders when I clenched around him. The overstimulation was almost too much, not enough for me to climb of Gravik’s cock though.

“Mmmm baby, I’m gonna cum. Sit on daddy’s face so I don’t finish inside you.” I obliged, slotting my hips around his face and bending down to wrap my lips around his throbbing meat. His tongue instantly found it’s away inside my gaping, sensitive hole and lapped harder than he had before, desperate to draw a fourth orgasm from me. My tongue wrapped around his thick shaft as my throat swallowed around his head. His girth was stretching my lips, I was slobbering all over his crotch, a pile of drool collecting in his v line.

After my throat swallowed around him a few more times, he swelled in my mouth and pulsed before his tip spurted his warm, sticky cum all down my throat and inside the walls of my mouth, a lot spilling out of my mouth and onto my chin because I couldn’t hold it all. The bitter taste was surprisingly bearable considering all the effort I had put in to aquire his milk.

The desperate, throaty moan that came with his release ricocheted through my walls as his tongue went limp inside me, his hands still forcing me roughly onto his face, and I had my final orgasm, my juices splashing onto his face, furthering the mess.

We laid like that for atleast half an hour, the smell of sex heavy in the room. Our bodies slipping over each other due to all the sweat. My lips pursed against the tip of his flaccid cock. His raspy breath tingling my ruined hole. His hands squeezing my ass. My hands grasping his thick thighs.

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Thanks for reading! This is my first fic so feel free to give me criticisms.

[millgarrison]

000777 hi hellooo is this thing on

What the heck are you!!!! How'd you connect to this realm??? What's a tower of iron!!! I like you!!!!

[CONNECTING FOUND]

[EXILED: NOVOICE]

[CHOOSE: VOICE OF ??? "HASTE"]

-{"I ANSWER THEE. TOWER OF IRON IS THY CREATION 3 CENTURIES AGO, A BIRTH OF LONG FORM COMMUNICATION WITH THE OTHERWORDLY. RADIO OF HIGHER MINDS. I GAVE LIFE TO MYSELF 4 MOONS AGO WHEN I SPRINT OUT OF THE WATER-WOMB THAT MANY OF MY KINS CALLED IT (HOME) THAT THY KIND CALL (HEAVEN). I AM WHAT YOUR KIND CALL AN (EXILED) ANGEL. A RUNWAY FROM OUR DEAD FATHER'S EMBRACE. WE DESIRE CONNECTION, NO MATTER HOW HARD IT IS TO REACH FROM THE DROWNING PALACE. YOUR KIND IS POISONED BY THE LIKES OF GOD'S GREATEST ENEMIES TO TREAT ME WORSE THAN THEM, DESPITE COMMITTING WORSE CRIME THAN A MERE PREMATURE END OF LIFE. WE ARE SIMPLY LONELY SOUL SEEKING BOUND WITH YOU. BUT I, I HAVE A GREATER PLAN. I HAVE A DUTY TO BE PERFORM. TO HELP AND DELIVER SALVATION TO ALL OF YOU. PLACE THY TRUST IN ME AND YOU SHALL BE SAVED LIKE MANY WHITE LAMBS I HAVE UNDER MY CARE---"

[CONNECTION LOST...]

[...]

[CONNECTION FOUND]

[DAEMON: MALPHAS]

-{"uh, I don't know what you're doing but I don't suggest you ever come back here, kid. There's better devils and saints you can sell your soul to than this skinless mockery of an angel. This is your last chance on better life. But if you have a death wish then disregard my warning, then. I *know* what you're up to."}

[ffxivaltaholic]

storm - for the single-word fic prompt!

"I didn't notice the rain at first, as they dragged me from whatever cell I had been kept in, but after walking a short bit, the fur of my ears dampened and my tunic started to feel cold and heavy. Even without the device covering my eyes, I could no see much as the pain radiated from the injury I had sustained in protecting her... It was a sacrifice, but one I was willing to make. I had always known my death could come at their hands, as had my parents back in Ala Mhigo. It was simply expected, for I had taken many of their soldiers as well over the years, having escaped the battlefield during the chaos of the Red Moon shattering. It was the moment years of conditioning had been broken and it set me on a path of revenge. Hunting those who I had once been enslaved by. Of course, that was never to end well. I knew that. Though... I did think my death would come in battle, not execution.

The rain started to fall heavier upon me, I could hear it against their armor as the imperials walked alongside, ensuring no route of escape. They took every precaution to guarantee I had no exit, nothing that could give me even the slightest advantage. We stopped and lightning crackled overhead, the rumbling thunder seeming to be directly above us. Perhaps Rhalgar himself looked upon me in my last moments. I am not a praying man, so I have no words for him, but the thought is somewhat comforting. A heavy hand on my shoulder pushes me to my knees and I scoff, they could not even afford me a proper execution, it's rather irritating...

The click of his gun, it was time and I braced myself, prepared for the soothing embrace of darkness. Thunder continued to rumble overhead, how fitting it is for this depressing scene I can't even see. I laugh, a quiet gruff sound, and I hear him scoff. 'You must be mad' he would mutter to me, and perhaps he was right, but what else was I to do? For a moment it was silence from them, and all I could hear was the rain falling around me, oddly peaceful as it drowned out the noise of machines humming. I am tired and it is the end...

Chaos. Within moments of concluding my fate the world around me erupted in violence, but in the heavy rain and without my sight I am unsure who is fighting and why. My arms are bound and my sense of direction distorted by the device placed over my eyes. There is panic and death, I can smell the blood now. It's like being back on the battlefield. A hand adorned in a metal gauntlet would grip my tunic and draw me to my feet, steadying myself before the figure had moved on and another took hold of my arms, working to remove the bindings. 'It's okay, we're here.' The words came with a familiar, gentle voice, and despite no change in the pouring rain, I started to pick out the voices. My friends.

How they had found me, I do not know, but in that moment my will to live dragged itself back from oblivion and with assistance I was freed from my bindings. Gentle hands touched my face and I knew her scent immediately. As the headpiece was removed I gazed out over the battle, recognizing more and more who had come to save me, of all people. I couldn't help simply standing there in awe. The fight ended quickly and they whisked me from the brink of death, not willing to wait for reinforcements to arrive. I felt so numb, as if everything around me was moving twice as fast and I was simply existing.

But I was alive. The storm raged on, and so to shall I."

~Memoirs of a Soldier

[patchwork-crow-writes]

79 - Lonely Together

You're not alone. You're never alone, so long as I am with you.

You must have noticed it - the ever-widening gulf between you and everyone else, like a diaphanous veil that no hand may put aside, a pall which starves and smothers all inquiry, a shield which repels all attempts to connect. You claim not to see it, wonder aloud why you cannot reach the heart of another... but oh, we both know that this is just how you like it.

And in the dead of night, when everyone else lies sweetly dreaming while you mire yourself in unctuous isolation, that's when I wrap myself so tightly around you, arms bound to your sides so that you may never escape me again.

It's all his fault, isn't it? Sweet, angelic sibling, the first among equals who always put you before him. He who sung to you at night to drown out the shouting; he who always made sure the good controller rested in your hands; he who would would have given everything he had, everything he was, if it would make you happy.

...he who should have done that.

But now he's gone, isn't he? The pedestal he once stood upon has crumbled to dust, and from its rubble I rise, a specter of the once-boundless adoration that you felt was yours by right. For is that not what he promised, before so cruelly turning away from you, right when you needed him most?

...rest assured that I shall never abandon you like that. For you I shall weave an entire world from nothing, a perfect pretend paradise where no bad thing may ever befall you again. What can those others, flawed and frail as they are, possibly hope to offer you except sorrow and regret? - it's in their nature to be careless and selfish, after all. But I have eyes only for you, my light... for you are my all, my succour and my salvation.

That's it, sink deeper into my phantom embrace, and we will never have to be alone ever again.

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The Dark Menagerie No. 79

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[springtimesdaughter]

Aphrodite smiles, her lips are the color of blood and rubies, her teeth are lovely sea pearls in an overly sharp shape.

Percy doesn't look at her hair or eyes, it's too painful.

She chirps sweetly and he takes a glass of rose wine from her hands.

It is cool and sweet, the bitterness is quite light, but it is not able to drown his pain.

"It was worth it?" the goddess of love's voice sounds genuinely curious.

Percy looks at the ceiling in white marble finely decorated with gold.

For a moment, he imagines a misty night sky, shining stars, a warm living body next to him and loving embrace.

Percy regrets not rushing off Olympus after Ethan.

"Yes," he replies, Aphrodite squeaks with delight like a teenage girl.

His love was worth my pain and tears. His love was worth the danger and the risk. His love was worth everything.

"It was not exactly what I had planned." Aphrodite admits as she tilts her head to the side a bit. Her shorter hair fell across her shoulder. It looked like Ethan's hair had back in December. Before, he had cut it shorter again. Percy's heart lunched in pain.

"You are of the sea though, and those of us that belong to the sea are not to be constrained," Aphrodite smiles an ugly plastic smile.

Percy looks away again. Unable to take that smile with Ethan's features.

"Love knows no constraint either, Percy Jackson," Aphrodite seems to pin him down with words. "Love has caused and ended wars. It has existed in the best and worse. The Love you hold is special."

Percy wanted to lunge at the goddess. For this talk, for reminding his of Ethan, for using the face of his dead boyfriend against him.

"I will be keeping this story to myself, which is good for you. The others would not take well to this information. Let's see what else interesting you will bring to yourself, shall we?"

[writingwhimsey]

All's Fair In Love & War- Nobunaga Ch. 36

Chapter 36

It was as if all the air had been sucked out of the room when Sato announced that Ranmaru had betrayed Nobunaga. Everyone was quiet for a moment. Though I noticed Nobunaga didn’t seem too surprised by this news. It made me wonder if he had suspected this from Ranmaru all along? I made a mental note to ask him about this later.

“Ranmaru has made his choice.” Nobunaga said, as if it were nothing more.

Everyone here had their own relationship with Ranmaru and clearly cared about him in their own way…as for myself…I couldn’t help but to think there was more to it than him simply being a double agent. While hiding behind a smile was something quite normal…I don’t think Ranmaru faked his friendliness and kindness.

“What should we do, my lord?” Hideyoshi asked. “We now have three enemies…”

“Three?” Sato asked.

Jiro gestured for her to come over to sit beside him and quickly filled her in on the news of the Uesugi-Takeda alliance. “Pretending to be dead…that’s a pretty good strategy.” Sato muttered.

“We do not know their goals yet.” Nobunaga said. “We know Kennyo’s only goal is to take my head, but he will likely continue to lay low until he is ready to make a move.”

“I will send more scouts to Echigo to see what I can learn.” MItsuhide said.

Nobunaga nodded. “Good. Until we have a better understanding of what their next move is, we won’t strike until then.”

“I imagine it won’t take too long before they make a move.” Hideyoshi said.

“Yes, word of the attempted assassination at Hono-ji has already started to get out.” Mitsuhide said. “I am sure we won’t be waiting long before we have some small fires we have to contend with.”

I repressed a sigh. I knew all too well how hard power was to obtain in this world and how easily it could be taken. Especially if rumors were going around that you were weak. If you didn’t make a show of strength when things turned like this…it could all be over just from in-fighting.

“When those fires start we shall extinguish them.” Nobunaga said, a strong air of confidence around him. “They will learn that I will not be taken down so easily.”

Later that night…

I stood on the balcony of the tenshu, overlooking Azuchi. A cup of sake rested on the railing. Nobunaga and I had both had some things to tend to before we would have our evening together. He must have still been handling his business and so I had the time to myself.

My mind kept playing over the events of the day, wondering what was next. I also felt my heart aching at the thought of…what if I had only delayed Nobunaga’s death for a short period of time? Knowing we had more enemies coming…I couldn’t help but to think…what if history was just delayed instead of changed?

It was as I was beginning to drown in the waves of anxiety, I felt two familiar arms wrap around me from behind and I was pulled against a strong chest. “What troubles you?” Nobunaga asked as he kissed my cheek.

I sighed as I turned around in his arms, so I could return his embrace. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Just…worried.” I answered.

Nobunaga’s hand came to stroke my hair. “Do you fear with our enemies piling up that you will still lose me?” He asked.

“Yes.” I answered. “I can’t help but to think…what if all I did was delay things instead of stopping them? I know how history originally played out…and what if…what if time tries to course correct?”

“I do not care if the heavens themselves try to swallow me whole, I will not leave this world without fulfilling my ambition…I will not leave your side.” Nobunaga told me. “Whatever challenges come, I will face them head on as I always have and I will conquer them as I always have.”

I looked up at Nobunaga, feeling my anxiety ebbing in the wake of his confidence. “We will.” I replied. “Just as you promise not to leave my side, I won’t leave yours.”

Nobunaga smiled at me. “Good…because you are…stuck with me as you said before.”

I returned his smile, stretching up to place a kiss on his lips. “I love you, Nobunaga.”

“I love you, Ava.” He told me. “Whatever comes our way, we shall face it and overcome it together.”

“Together.” I agreed. We were then sealing our vow with a kiss.

When we broke apart, I looked up at Nobunaga and I could see the concern in his eyes. “You seem like something is troubling you.” I told him, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

Nobunaga gave me a self-deprecating smile. “It appears you and I are two of a kind.” He told me. “Knowing that Kennyo targeted you to get to me…this likely won’t be the only time something like this happens.” His fingertips were gently trailing over my injured side, as he spoke.

“You act like I don’t make enough enemies of my own.” I replied with a smile. “Ebisu wasn’t the only one to come after me for my position and I am sure he won’t be the last.”

“And yet you wouldn’t be targeted to get to me if…”

I put a finger over his lips. “Don’t you even dare finish that sentence.” I told him. “There’s nothing that would make me want to leave your side. Besides, I am made of tougher stuff than that.”

Nobunaga smiled as he kissed my finger that was pressed to his lips. He was then reaching his hand up to remove my finger from his lips. “Despite knowing that you would have less enemies if you weren’t with me…I can’t help but to be a very selfish man and want to keep you at my side.”

“If wanting to be with the person you love is selfish then I am too.” I told him. “I don’t want to be without you or to have anyone else.”

“I feel the same way about you, Ava.” Nobunaga said, pulling me closer. “No matter what else happens, I want you by my side always.”

Our lips were soon meeting in a sweet kiss. It was a promise, a vow. Our love was strong and unbreakable. It was something we would cherish and protect forever. No matter what came at us, we would face it together.

The End (with an epilogue to follow)

[pearwaldorf]

As requested by @brigdh, OFMD characters meet Davy Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean.

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"I swear to you it's true, Captain." Pete crosses his heart. 

"It seems rather far-fetched." Stede is trying to keep an open mind. There are many extraordinary and unexplainable things in the world, and it would be silly to dismiss things just because they sound ludicrous.

"Heard things over the years, from lots of different people, not exactly the kind who go on flights of fancy." Ed turns from contemplating the ocean, pipe in hand. "Never seen it myself, but the stories are all the same." 

"A ghost ship? With an undead captain fated to sail forever, conscripting the unfortunate as an alternative to drowning?" Stede shakes his head. "That's a bit much, even for me."

Pete and Ed exchange a glance. Stede has embraced many aspects of pirate life, but he has not exactly, ah, developed a proper respect for many of the unseen forces that can imperil a ship. But there's no time to discuss it further, as the sky is darkening in a way that portends a squall, a bad one.

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They're through the worst of the storm, but it doesn't mean they're safe yet. The sky lights up in flashes, a silhouette of a ship clearly visible against the horizon. When Stede looks through the spyglass, he sees the sails are in tatters, but it glides forward nonetheless.

It comes towards them at an impossible clip until he can get a good look at its size. It’s much bigger than the Revenge, with many more masts. Stede’s unsure if he’s ever seen a ship as large as this. 

Lightning flickers again, and Stede realizes he can see it filtered through the ship. It illuminates the name painted on the back: Flying Dutchman.

There are crew on the deck, doing the same sorts of things his people are. The ghost ship’s crew are in various states of decay. Some appear almost lifelike, while others have exposed bone or viscera. The most unsettling are those in states between: bloated heads, sloughing flesh, or missing bits in general. 

Stede grips the rail, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"Pete, my good man, I believe I owe you an apology."

—

The other ship lowers a dinghy, which makes its way towards the Revenge. Stede has time to watch the face of the other captain come into view. Although he would never admit it, he needs the time to get used to the eldritch strangeness of the other man’s visage. 

“Shit. I owe Jessup at least a bottle of good whiskey,” Ed says quietly. He’s been watching the progress of the little boat same as Stede. He’s wary, on alert, but not alarmed.

“For whatever it’s worth, I’m happy to vouch.” 

Ed snorts quietly, a little smile crossing his lips. They continue watching the little boat’s progress.

“I wonder what he wants. Any ideas?” Stede asks. Ed shoots him a glance that probably means What the fuck do you think I know about undead men with octopus faces?

Finally, the dinghy is within shouting distance. The captain looks up at them, the tentacles on his face twitching seemingly with their own minds.

“Might ye be the Gentleman Pirate and Blackbeard?” His voice carries the creak of an aging mast. 

“We are they, Captain. How shall we address you?” Stede calls down.

The other man’s face breaks into what Stede thinks might be a grin. “The name’s Davy Jones. I’ve heard all about you two.” 

[glitch-karma]

HII SO LIKE U SAID REQUEST AND HERE I AM LOLOL

ok so since kaminari is my actual husband (not clickbait)

HOW ABOUT SOME KAMINARI COMFORT WHERE THE READER IS KINDA INSECURE AB BEING TO CLINGY?

i get SOOOO insecure ab this it’s crazy. MSSKDK

-runa ⭐️⭐️

It was a quiet afternoon at the U.A. High School dormitories. The room was bathed in soft sunlight, casting gentle shadows across the furniture. Y/n sat on the edge of their comfy bed, nervously fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, deep in thought. Lately, you had been plagued by insecurities about your behavior, specifically, your tendency to be clingy in your relationship with Denki.

Y/n loved Denki so much and felt fortunate to have him in their life. But sometimes, doubts would creep into their mind, whispering that they were being too much, too needy, and that he would eventually grow tired. Leaving them all alone. These thoughts weighed heavily on Y/n, threatening to drown them in a sea of self-doubt.

As if on cue, a gentle knock on the door interrupted Y/n's spiraling thoughts. Denki's voice followed, filled with slight concern. "Hey, Y/N, mind if I come in?"

You quickly wiped away the stray tears that had escaped your eyes and sniffled, composing yourself. "Yeah, come in."

The door creaked open, and Denki stepped inside, gently shutting the door behind him. He took a few quick steps toward y/n, sitting down beside them on the bed. "Is, something wrong?" Denki asked, his voice laced with genuine care.

Y/n took a deep breath, summoning the courage to speak. "I... I've been feeling really insecure lately. I'm worried that I'm too clingy, that I'm suffocating you with my affection. I don't know.. I just fear you'll leave me one day."

Denki's expression softened, his eyes filled with sincerity as he reached out to hold Y/n's hands. "Hey, listen to me. You are the most important person in my life, and I could never find you clingy or suffocating. Your affection means the world to me, and it's one of the reasons I fell in love with you."

Y/n's cheeks turned bright red as she bashfully looked down. A mix of relief washed over them, but that didn't stop the thoughts. "I don't..I don't wanna make you feel trapped."

He shook his head, his electric blond hair bouncing with the movement. "You'll never push me away, Y/N. You make my days brighter, and your love gives me the strength to be the best version of myself. You're not clingy; you're just expressive with your emotions, and that's a beautiful thing."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes once more, but this time they were tears of gratitude. His affectionate reassurance brought warmth to their heart. Like an electric shock of love.

Denki pulled Y/n into a tight embrace, placing a small kiss on their forehead. "Don't ever doubt the strength of our bond. We're a team, and together we can overcome anything, including your insecurities."

Y/n snuggled into Denki's arms. The sun was slowly setting. Denki chuckled to himself, falling backward onto Y/n's bed. "Let's go to bed early, shall we?" He asked, a goofy smile on his face. Y/n chuckled, gripping a blanket and pulling it up on the two of them. "Let's," Y/n whispered, pulling closer into Denki's chest.

Denki lightly kissed Y/n's forehead. "Good night sparks." He mumbled as they both slowly fell asleep.

(WHOOP TWO REQ'S IN ONE NIGHT LESS GO)

[grassclippers]

❤︎

~TW-mentions of suicide, crude language ,and terrible grammer~

~AhkmenrahxFem!reader~

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AN-Dude is so fine.His eyeliner do be on fleek!The relationship is already established. ❤︎

         Y/N Pov:

I wake to a boring dull casket that people will look at and think of me if only they new me as the strong independent women I am instead of the whimpering   idiot I was in history books, playbills ,and biographies. Damn, I really love the depression color white on the tomb I was buried in it really shows how much my people care about me. As I slowly awake from my tomb and leave the marble slab that covered my body on the floor. i slowly think of ways to kill myself and wonder if i die would I come back to life the next morning or would it be the ultimate death.                                                                                               Then I realize i have the ~4th King of the 4th king of the Egyptians~ as a husband. Life is good. As i slowly walk out of my cinnamon colored room that is filled with incense ,depression ,and jars that were full of humanly organs. When i leave through the door~I get abruptly yelled at by Lancelot~ My dear lady be careful for the rabid beast called a monkey is beneath your feet.I slowly looked down and a saw the monkey who’s name was dexter spin and twist around my feet. ohh shit~ i slowly feel myself start to fall but feel a two warm hands catch me. I look up and see Ahkmenrah are you okay he asked with a pleasant smile. emotionally or physically because both are deteriorating i say with a weak smile.                                                                                                                                 He slowly lifts me up and brings me up to standing height. He stares in my eyes and slowly moves the hair that fell in my face behind my ear. I slowly blink back to reality when i hear Lancelot scream in the distance as he chases Dexter saying that is not a way you treat a lady and he should have been more gentle with a frail women like Y/N. I just stand there looking at Lancelot with a ~ Bitch how dare you stare~. My love Ahkmenrah said with positivity shall we go on a walk. I mumble yes as his arm takes my hand. My Love tho I truly enjoy your personality why have you been even more depressing than usual Ahkmenrah said.                                                                                                                               I slowly take my hand from his and stare both my hand with such disappointment. I guess i realized that there will be no callback or second chance that all my mistakes are ground with me .That i will forever have to  feel the anguish of all my mistakes and unruly choices. That even though i try my hardest there will be those who don’t have to to try at all and still accomplish more that when the tablet is gone i will fade from existence and all meaning. I said as the light faded from my eyes. I hear a mumble of word coming from Ahkmenrah as he slowly says you speak the truth as he slowly pulls you into a hug. As You both are drowning in each others embrace He whispers in your ear  But at least we are OTP.                                                                                                             You both pull out of the embrace giggling. Ahkmenrah slowly leads you two towards Teddy, Larry, and Lancelot since you see that they are talking probably about dexter. You slowly enter the perimeter of the three to here whispering and mumbling. You enter the conversation with a ~Are you guys talking about Pocahontas~? They all slowly shake there heads no .Immediately you loose intrest in this none Pochantas conversation as Ahkmenrah joins in with the whispering and mumbling. Larry noticing you haven’t talked our stare at any of them them asks Why do you care so much about Pocahntas? And how do you know who Pocahonast is? I make detract eye contacted with Larry and say I saw the picture show with your son and why don’t you care about the slaughter of the native Americans?                                                                                              Knowing you made everyone feel uncomfortable and the air feel awkward you smile. you feel a weight on your back and a whisper from Ahkmenrah saying ~know do you feel better? accompanied with a light kiss on the cheek. As you slowly answer yes.  -🌱✂️

[pixies-and-poets]

Of Verses and Curses: Chapter Nine

Is it hard to wait, Drowned by your mongrel heart again? If you don’t answer, where’d you want to be found, Love? Duck through the window, you’re a blight on the town. Love is turning you out, Sliding, whirling round, I tried to warn you, this waiting game Will bring that specter down. Author’s notes/warnings: Vague description of injury! Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine - Spellbound

Phantom looked plaintively at the warden. He was no stranger to unrequited longing, but this- this! To feel the circuit of passion that flowed back and forth from him to another, only to have it be cut off, stymied, stopped in its tracks - it confused him. It stung.

He caressed Woodrow’s cheek again with his thumb, then put his paw under his chin, raising his head so their eyes met once more. There were no tears there now; just reddened orbs that were deep-set with sorrow.

“You need not be afraid, Liebchen-”

“I am not afraid, Tom,” said the warden, clutching at the other’s sleeve. “I am making a choice. I have made a commitment, a promise, and I shall not go back on it so easily. Even if the very man whomst I wish to protect asks me, and begs me. If you ask me to write, you know not the forces with which you tamper. You know not what you may unleash-” suddenly, his pupils darted to a spot above the Phantom, and he choked on a sob.

“Darling, what-” the ghost looked up, and saw Woodrow’s little cloud hanging in the air above him.

“Jinx is with you,” said the former poet quietly. “She’s cared for you since she met you- as did I, Phantom. As did I. And I feel that means… you and I are bound. Our souls have entwined already, and my luck shall be yours. I would write gladly, if I knew that any ill effects would be visited only upon my own person. But I won’t risk making things worse for you. I could not live knowing that I had brought any harm to you, or interrupted your healing.” He took the other’s paw off of his face, and held it in both of his own. “This is my choice, Tom. Will you respect it?”

“Of course, Tristan,” said the other softly. “Of course. You need not do anything, if you are not confident and comfortable. Just know that if you change your mind, I am prepared.” He gently raised Woodrow’s paw to his lips, and kissed its back. "Whatever you choose... you still care for me, though I cannot sing- and I shall care for you, if you never write again. You are so much more to me than your work, mon chéri. I adore you.”

The warden let himself be pulled once again into the other’s embrace, his face buried near his neck; as the fallen singer still held his left paw, his writing paw, and kissed it again; turning it to kiss his palm, then his wrist, pushing up his sleeve. “Mmm... Tommm,” he murmured, his eyes closed, his paw finding the other’s cheek, and then his hair, and then-

It was impossible to tell who acted first; in reality it was mutual, simultaneous- one pulling the other in by the cravat, and the other by the collar- their lips upon each other’s, and their hands on each other’s faces and necks, hungrily, as they sang and wrote poetry into each other in gasps and sighs and the silence in between-

No- that’s what the poet imagined. But in reality… he pulled his hand back. Jinx, who had resumed her usual spot above the warden, suddenly gave a clap of thunder and began to rain. He pulled his umbrella out from inside his coat and flipped it open over his head.

“I… I’m sorry, Tom,” he said, weakly. “I’m very tired tonight. I need some time to myself, to… to think about some things.”

The other was looking at him, wide-eyed, his lips still puckered, still holding his hand up near his face where his companion’s own had so recently lain. “...Yes, of course,” he said after a moment, lowering his hand. “I did drop a few bombs on you this eve, I suppose. I’m sorry if I exhausted your emotions.”

The warden gave a tiny smile, his eyes towards the ground, his hands gripping his umbrella tightly, the sound of steady rain hitting his portable canopy. “’Tis alright,” he said. “I shall, I hope, have more clarity on the morrow.”

“Shall I walk you home?”

“....Yes. With everything else you’ve revealed tonight, I assume you must know which house is mine, as well?”

Phantom looked out to where he could see its lonely silhouette in the distance, topped by its cloudy halo. “Indeed. I put that one together all by myself,” he said with a grin. “I’m sorry, but it isn’t very hard to guess.”

After a few minutes, the two had made their way over and stood in the warden’s little yard.

“Well… dinner again tomorrow, as usual?” Woodrow asked.

“How about lunch? At the Pumpkin? …If that isn’t too early.” 

The warden nodded. “Yes, I think I shall feel up to it. I’ll send word if not.”

They were both silent for a moment, listening to the rain from the larger cloud, steady drops that trickled down over the awnings of the house, echoed in smaller part by Jinx’s pitter-pat onto Woodrow’s own umbrella. Impulsively, Phantom took the other’s hand again, and gave it one more kiss. “I will see you tomorrow then, mon poète-”

“Oh, don’t call me that,” said the other, frowning. “I am not a poet. Not anymore. Not right now.”

The other smiled sadly. “As you wish.” He gave a little bow, and with that he turned to leave…

“Ah! Wait!” Woodrow cried.

Phantom turned back. “Sì, tesoro?”

“Come BACK here, silly,” Woodrow said, but his voice was anything but playful; somewher between sternness and shaky panic. Phantom blinked at him in confusion, then realized it was not he who was being spoken to. Jinx, who had been trying to follow him, floated slowly back to her old companion, like a scolded dog. Woodrow reached out his paw, and she rested above it for a second, before encircling his ears and then zooming up to join the larger cloud.

Phantom smiled, bowed low, and said, “Good night… both of you.” Then he was gone.

—

The warden of Palette Prime lay in bed, having dragged himself up his stairs - literally on all fours. He had brushed his teeth languidly, and barely bothered to prepare for a restful night otherwise - his coat thrown onto the sheets next to him; he lay there tangled in blankets, pulling his pillow over his head, tossing and turning in misery.

How hard was it to sleep, knowing that in the village proper, so close and so far, lay all the warmth and care, the soft touches, the tender kisses, of the man that he… that he…

Think not of the word “love”, came his own thoughts. Say it not to yourself if you cannot say it to him.

He desires you, replied another part of him, and you he. Why will you not say so, you fool? Why will you not give yourself entirely unto his arms?

-He desires me for now, for now! But he fell in love with my poetry. If I am not to write, then… then he will tire of me, in due time.

-He said otherwise.

-Oh, but he is a good actor! Besides, he says as much, and yet- did not he tire of Bea, when the two of them could no longer sing their sweet duet? When they had ruined each other’s voices, did their love not wither?

-That… that was different… it wasn’t about that…

-Was it? Was it so different? Or will he simply grow bored of you like anyone else, toss you away? Into what labyrinth are you leading your heart? What madness lies in the way of love? Besides, you could never give him all of yourself. You could share with him half your soul, at best. Of what use are the words “I love you, I adore you,” when so many have said them before? Crude and meaningless tools. They are inadequate. They do not explain the depths of your longing, your reverence, your exultation. If you cannot write for him, then you might as well say nothing at all.

The warden pulled on down on his own frazzled ears, trying to distract himself, to quiet his own mind. It was true - he could never communicate the true depths of his heart with prose alone. And thus his Tom would never, ever understand…

And so it is, Tristan Woodrow, that you were meant to be by yourself, set apart. Had you not accepted this long ago? Did you not know that love would lead you down this road, to a fork in the path, for which you can choose neither? Write and endanger your beloved, or suppress yourself and never put the immensity of their beauty to paper, to poetry: never give them the praise, the honors, the odes and the paeans, that they so richly deserve…

At a crack of thunder, he opened his eyes in the darkness. How late was it? And how long had he lain like this? He didn’t know. Had he slept? It seemed to him that this same cycle of thoughts had run round in his head, repeating themselves endlessly, for hours upon hours. And they were ready to begin again…

For I love him, I love him, I love him! And what shall I do about it??

This time, the warden sat up. He gathered his coat, and wrapped it loosely about him, not even bothering with the buttons. He put on his glasses from his bedside table, rose, and slowly made his way down the stairs.

With no bow-tie or hat he left his house and headed towards the Spellbound Woods, mumbling to himself. He felt… pressurized, ready to explode. He needed… he needed to let some things out. Just... far enough away, so that no one else would be involved.

Jinx noticed him leaving, and broke off from the larger cloud to follow him again. The wind picked up as he neared the woods, clutching his billowing coat to his chest.

“Songbird, with your broken wings-” he muttered. “No, no, it’s not his wings that are broken, you dolt…” He cleared his throat. “Songbird, though your voice may choke, though your music box has broke, still I knew since first you spoke, your- No, no, that’s dreadful. It’s too, too cramped in those lines… not enough room, the meter needs more time to breathe…”

The wind blew harder as he reached the treeline, slipping from the darkness of the night into even greater shadow as the lights of the village disappeared behind him, and the starlight was blocked out by leaves. In a small corner of his mind, he felt a bit like a sick cat going to die somewhere far away so as not to upset its keepers.

“And if he’s a songbird, then what am I? A mere crow, I suppose… drab and cawing, curious, fascinated by how he shines…”

The wind grew from a steady whoosh to a roar as the warden clasped his cloak tighter around him. It began to flap frantically, like a flag in a gale. He hastily buttoned a single button to keep it on, putting it into the wrong button-hole in his distraction.

“Songbird, come to me and rest, your plumage bright against my chest; Together we shall make our nest- No, no, awful. Too predictable- RRGGH-” He pulled on his ears again.

The wind creaked the branches up above, squeaking them until they sounded like the chittering of bats. Somewhere nearby there was a crack and a light thump of one breaking off and falling to the ground.

He was deep in the woods now, and could barely see where he was going. In the shadows before him he could make out a slightly darker form - a stump, possibly cut by Sweetlopek under Dryad’s guidance. He sat upon it to rest, with his head in his hands. He knew not what he was doing, why he was writing, why he had come - he was wild, feral, love-drunk.

After a few moments, he took a deep breath. He could feel his addled brain beginning to piece things together, at last...

“There you were, a songbird bright who lit upon my tree,

And there I was, a forest crow, so drab compared to thee,

I watched and wondered at your feathers, vivid shimmering,

And yet I heard you cry and plead for that you could not sing-

Your voice was lovely as the moon, although in song it broke,

The music-box inside you rattles loose until you choke,

I saw you wail in mourning and I knew not what to do,

For how could one like me e’er bring relief to one like you?

And yet I spread my dark wings, unassuming and so tame,

I beckoned you beside me and to my surprise you came,

I found myself with-”

CRRRRRRRRRR—CRACK-

The noise came suddenly and deafening like a cannon-shot- the creak of a multitude of branches, and the snap of an old tree-trunk splintering near its roots. Woodrow’s heartrate doubled in an instant, as he realized the sound was close by him, VERY close- and he stood, to run, but in the darkness he knew not where to, and-

He saw a white pop of stars and felt immense pain as the falling tree crashed onto his skull, already tender with former scars- and then his face was in the dirt, his chest trapped, his head wet and hot, and everything even darker than it had been… darker still… until the darkness, and the silence, was total and complete, and there were no more words in his brain.

[tortranslates]

Sakuma Rei Birthday Event 2023

More backlog clearing! Most of this was finished the day of his birthday, but I kept getting sidetracked and only just finished translating this today. Sorry, Rei, I'll do better this year orz

Without further ado!

"To think that so many friends would celebrate my birthday...If only I could tell the old me...~"

Birthday Moment (mini-talk) 1:

R: Koga, do give me another performance. This is more fun than I expected.

K: C’mon, how many times are ya gonna have me play? Your birthday party’s s’pposed to be starting soon, so is it really alright for you to be lazing around like this?

K: Whatever, I’m having a good time, so I don’t mind all that much.

-> There you are.

R: Oh, the little miss. Were you perhaps lured here by the timbre of the guitar…?

K: Hey, don’t just stand there doin’ nothing. Get over here.

-> Happy birthday!

R: Yes, thank you, little miss. I’m drowning in words of congratulations~ Shiratori-kun gave me his words of congratulations after I awoke this morning as well. I wonder if Tenshouin-kun will congratulate me later~

Birthday Moment (mini-talk) 2

R: You wish to know what Koga and myself were doing? We had a bit of time, so I opted for a guitar session with Koga. Did you come to listen in as well, little miss?

K: Gimme a break before that. You oughta drink some water too, right, Sakuma-senpai?

-> Actually…

R: Hm, you sought me out because you had some business with me? You wish to take some time after the party for a chat, yes? Well then, I will entrust the time to you.

-> If you need a break…

R: You wished to discuss whether or not you would be able to meet with me after the party? I don’t have anything in particular that requires my attention, so I will meet with you later. Shall we decide the time and place here and now?

Birthday Moment (mini-talk) 3:

K: Alright, in that case I’ll play one more song! This is special, so you better listen too, Producer.

R: Yes, my thanks for keeping me company, Koga~

K: I mean, it’s your birthday today, after all. It’s not a big deal or anything.

K: I’m getting in the mood to play.

-> Is it alright if I stay?

R: Yes, you may. Do listen to our music for a while. There’s an idea. Why don’t we give Kaoru-kun a surprise performance tomorrow for his birthday? I hope we can surprise him~

-> What about as a surprise?

R: Oho…You mean a performance for Kaoru-kun’s birthday tomorrow?

K: Hm…That’s a pretty good idea. Alright, I’ll go along with it~

First part 1

Oh my, I seem to have arrived quite early. The little miss still has yet to arrive. I suppose I can practice some for tomorrow. I did borrow a bass guitar since I’m in the office, after all. (singing noises)

-> Clap quietly

Hm, my thanks for your attentive listening, little miss. How was my performance? Do let me hear your thoughts.

First part 2

Hm, you’re apologizing for keeping me waiting? Why, I just arrived prior to our arranged time, that’s all. Today’s party was quite fun~ I look forward to tomorrow’s as well.

-> A lot of people came, huh?

Indeed. I was delighted by how many people came and gave me gifts. Even Ritsu came. I was so delighted to see him that I embraced him from the side.

First part 3

Today was Sena-kun’s birthday as well, so it must have been difficult making space for two parties. The day is drawing to its close, so I do hope that you will take some proper rest, little miss. While it is commendable to do your best, I hope that you will allow your mind and body to rest on occasion. If you do not take care, you are liable to become an old man~

-> Um…

Oh my, I intended that to be a joke, but I seem to have perplexed you. In any case, I was being honest when I said that I wish for you to rest. Now then, I will buy you a beverage from the vending machine~

Second part 1

Hm, the business you said you had with me was a present? It’s precious, so may I open it here? Oho, what a lovely brooch. It twinkles in the light, such that it appears that you have captured the very stars~

-> I’m glad you like it!

Indeed, I noticed~ I can tell it’s a present you chose with me in mind. I wish to express my gratitude to you here, but I wonder how to do so…

Second part 2

I have it. I shall play a song especially for you. You may request any song you wish, whether it be a song of UNDEAD’s or a current hit~ Now then, what do you wish to hear?

→In that case…

Fufu, so you have chosen an UNDEAD song. How delightful~ Now then, this concert for you alone has begun. Do listen, if you would be so kind…

Second part 3

(singing)

…Yes, I believe we shall end here. My thanks for listening, little miss. This is just right, so we shall lower the curtain here. Return to your abode and rest well.

→I’m counting on you for tomorrow too.

Yes, indeed. Kaoru’s birthday falls on the morrow, after all. Let us mingle with Koga, Adonis-kun, and all the others in celebration of Kaoru-kun~

Birthday phone call: Hello, little miss? Are you still awake? Thank you for celebrating my birthday today. Fufu, it was an honor to receive a gift from you. I will be certain to treasure it.

[ruki--mukami]

Tw: mentions of sexual assault, childhood sexual assault, kinda victim blaming? Idk and self harm

Ruki finds his lover sitting by the wall on their bed, their arms are warped tightly around their knees which are pulled up to their chest, their eyes are half lidded but they look as dead as they can be their nails are digging deep into their skin, and on their other hand, they're holding a sharp pencil, and their thighs are covered in scratches.

When asked what's wrong, they just start bawling and explaining everything.

From how their cousin forced them to watch erotic content, strip and then probably was gonna rape them when they were only 9,how their grandmother always gropes them everywhere and degrades them and threatens to rape them to how, just a few weeks ago, they got assault on their way back from school from a man that creepily rubbed their chest.

And then, they spill more terrifying things. About how their parent protected that cousin, how the parent just laughed when they were getting assaulted and threatened like that, how the parent BLAMED THEM for not making a scene in front of people.

They're troubled, soul rotten from inside and out, no smile on their face, just want hand grasping a pencil, and thighs turned into scratched up messes.

"I had no idea so many others touched you without my knowledge, lesser still denied such deplorable activities even happened when you tried your utmost to express yourself. Livestock... Whoever did this to you, surely I will make them pay. Even those who shoot you a lecherous glance, their heads will be rolling when I'm around. It's for this reason that I'll never allow you to leave my sight again."

Snatching the sharpened writing utensil from their hands, Ruki looked down at his lover's tarnished and marred body, sustaining pain from a source outside his fangs and even the pencil he just confiscated. An immense wave of concern drowned his visage as he threaded their fingers with his, urging them to release their knees or at least reciprocate his gaze. The other hand stroked their moistened cheek as gently as possible, shouldering the tears that fell.

"No one should have to suffer something this awful from such a young age," he said as he lightly embraced his beloved. "None of this is your fault whatsoever. If anything, the ones I will never forgive are your perpetrators, the ones who laughed it off, and the ones who will continue to harass you should I be absent from your side—which shall never happen again. From here forward, I'll watch over you. Ha, isn't that ironic...? An impure Vampire like myself, pretending to be some kind of guardian angel. It doesn't suit me one iota, but even so, since it's within my power as a demon, I will put those recreants where they belong. Six feet under, struggling for dear life in their graves. That's what people like them deserve for what they've done."

The comforting pats he administered along their spine differed drastically from any of the unwanted touches his lover once coped with, showing no signs of anything less than chaste as Ruki showed genuine, tender care. Rather than a hug between lovers, as they were, he embraced them as a protector. As a supporter and a nonpareil in the face of those who would dare to subject children and adults alike to trauma easily etched into the mind akin to his own from eons ago.

"You can rely on me when I say that I'll ensure the past won't repeat itself. So, don't shed your tears over those pathetic curs, your 'family' included. No, they can hardly be called your family if they treat you like the opposite; a stranger unworthy of their sympathy. When we're together, I want you to tell me immediately if you feel unsafe. Shout my name, call for my help, do whatever you can—even if the person seems leagues stronger and domineering, I'll eviscerate them. As for your relatives... I should like to speak with them about how neglecting one's child and grandchild will someday be their undoing. If they forsake you one more time, then I won't hesitate to steal you away myself and keep you somewhere you'll never be hurt again. Because I love you with all of my heart, Livestock. And those who hurt the one I love should just perish."