#suffice to say I feel like I’m in the middle of the dark with a flashlight that’s not working

[bleach-your-panties]

New post! Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Dark Smut🍡🍫

“Suzuya-san, how much further do we have to go?” You inquired of your black-haired squad captain.

Juuzou had demanded quite urgently for you to come along with him to deliver Christmas gifts to all of the investigators in your building.

You currently serve as his second-in-command in the newly formed Suzuya Squad and Juuzou holds you in high regards, always keeping you by his side. He even brought you with him to deliver a fresh bouquet to Mr. Shinohara in the infirmary.

“Just try and keep up, Y/N-chan! We have a lot of presents to deliver before we leave for Christmas vacation today!” He looked at you with his red eyes beaming like stop lights.

Humming and skipping ahead of you, he then stopped at yet another office door.

“Knock, knock! Open up, Akira-chan!” You heard him say as said blonde woman opened the door for him.

She smiled at the two of you upon your entrance. Juuzou reached into his bag and handed her a small, neatly wrapped gift. It was about the size of a square coaster and decorated in shimmery red and white paper with a white bow on top.

“Ah, thank you, Juuzou! That is very thoughtful of you.”

He squealed in childish delight as she petted his black head before reaching into the drawer of her desk to pull something out. A candy cane.

“Thank you, very much, Akira-chan! Let’s head out, Y/N!” He gripped your arm and dragged you back out the door.

Inside his bag, Juuzou had a collection of the sugary, curved candy sticks. What could he possibly be planning to do with all of those candy canes?

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You were sorry that you ever wondered.

After all of the gifts had been delivered, Juuzou brought you back to his office and locked the door behind him. 

Once the shades had been pulled over all the windows, he gave you that cute, innocent smile of his.

“Do you want to play a game, Y/N-chan?”

“W-what, what kind of game?”

A devious smirk covered his lips, followed by a thick, pink tongue flicking out to lick at them.

“A fun one.”

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“Suzuya-san…is there a reason for this?” Your shaky voice barely reached the ears of your superior. 

The faux-noir was really paying you no mind as his tongue swirled around the tip of yet another candy cane. He had managed to sharpen their ends into sharp points using his tongue alone.

You attempted to free your arms and legs from their bindings, but with Juuzou’s strength and skills you were no match for the intricate trap that he’d encased you in. 

With your legs spread-eagle and ankles tied to either side of his small desk, you couldn’t help but feel the burn and stretch of this awkwardly painful position.

All around you, Juuzou had you pinned with his sharpened candy canes. Some dug into the meat of your thighs, some your tits, and others in various places strewn all over your trembling, bleeding body.

“Please, Suzuya-san…let me out of this! I..I can’t take this anymore! Please, just fuck me!” You begged. 

“Oh? What’s that, you said you want me to fuck you? That’s what I’m doing right now, Y/N-chan!” He cheered gleefully then rubbed his tongue over your swollen clit, sticky from both his saliva, your cum, and the striped candy that he kept rubbing all along your slickened folds.

“N-no…not like this. With your dick*..”

Juuzou leaned up onto his elbows and spat on your clit before using his entire hand to rub it side to side. His movements were rough, but luckily your arousal had you wet enough that it didn’t hurt too badly.

“You’re such a whiny bitch, Y/N. I seriously doubt that you could take my dick*, so what was the point in you even asking me that, hm?!”

He slapped your pussy hard with his hand then thrust his red-stitched middle finger in your cunt to the hilt. A pained shout tore from your throat as he moved it in hard and fast; his fingers were so long, he might as well have been cervix-checking you.

“Aww, it’s okay, Y/N-chan. You may not be able to handle my dick*, but this should suffice just as well!” 

E/c orbs doubled in horror as he pulled one last candy cane from his sack. An extra-large one, green and red-striped with a prominently phallic-shaped tip.

“Merry Christmas!”

*yes, he was castrated which means he has no balls, but he likely still has a dick!

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

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what froths at the mouth & fumbles for—

QUERY USER . . . ◾ ◾ ▇ ▇ 31. 1993. 2/7.

▪ ▪ ▪ MYUNG HAEIL. ENTER. ▇ PROMPT; GET TOTALPHYSICALMEMORY. ▇ PROMPT; ▪ ▪ ▪ ECHO/? ▪ ▪ ▪

thought excerpt: on sleepless nights i’m most torn, my shadow crawls away from me, the bedroom floor is molten lava or an iceberg drifting across a ghost sea; the pangs return, not like hunger, but like drumbeats; in anticipation for the witching hour, the silver sigil of the eclipse. we’re poltergeists who fought battles against our mirrors and won, broken-toothed and bleeding-hearted.

CONTINUE? . . . CONTINUE? . . . CONTINUE?

heart excerpt: our howls anger the clouds, birth thunderstorms and torrential rain. the secret is to never know: to stride blindfolded into the fire, to kiss the tides and drown the wound in salt. i never know what i’m doing and perhaps that must suffice. there’s hell-fire at the end of the line. there’s moonlight at the end of the line. i don’t know which one i’ll get but i’m willing to take my chances.

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◾ ◾ ▇ ▇ ACCESS: SUMMARY Q & A. ▪ ▪ ▪ PROMPT: NEWLIFE.EXE

▋▋ORIGIN: the wet crack of a weeping heart: bleached bones dreaming of flesh how can you think of blood when the sky is drenched with it

◾ A: bloodletting is the purpose of living, the ocean’s heartbeat, the wild wind roaring through the skeletal & shivering bodies of rattling stars.

▋▋ORIGIN: i burn so deeply, beneath my skin, i want to peel it away and strip it down until i am only bleached bones and hollow marrow do you know this feeling sun-spinner it is fierce and aching

◾ A: the sense of something giving way. the echo of a pebble falling. another tally on the chalk of your bones,  another shadow left for memory to smudge to the grey beneath your eyes. something gives way, but still something else grows in its place. a matchstick lit in the dark of your belly.

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◾ ◾ ▇ ▇ ACCESS: BACKGROUND Q & A. ▪ ▪ ▪ PROMPT: HELLFIRE.EXE

▋▋ORIGIN: i have not slept in four days. my skin is peeling off. joints popped out fit-to-bursting like a whale carcass washed up on the beach full of expel and abhor.

◾ A: the stars will unzip down the middle, and they’ll come running, asking “where have you been?” saying “did you forget? you still have something to prove.”

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◾ ◾ ▇ ▇ ACCESS: PERSONALITY Q & A. ▪ ▪ ▪ PROMPT: LANGUAGEBARRIER.EXE

▋▋ORIGIN: what is dying? to no longer be in the proximity of want?  of love, of dreams?  is it physical or mental? when dark thoughts recede we are left with a sun that is eating the galaxy.  generations of children with stomachs for throats begging to be filled with something other than the emptiness of a black hole

◾ A: it’s nearly 4am and the heavens just tore themselves in two. you sat in bed wondering what pain could have caused them to batter rain so hard against your window, as though they’re reminding you that they’re there, as though they’re reminding you that the skies can fall too.

▋▋ORIGIN: i’m looking at shadows covering skull-sockets like war paint & eyes that want to swallow the world (as how the void wants to swallow you) it is the teething season for new skin & you would suppose that a heart doesn’t break quite like an old branch but i know better don't i

◾ A: you're red & sore-mouthed & aching to be peeled open. something visceral in the wake of a swarm of crows.

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[🍬] nothing matters [🐿]

[!] this is for the 500 followers mini fics. click here to find out more! ✿ pairing: taehyun x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / fluff / 646 words ✿ request: “relationships are built on trust, and i trust you.” + taehyun ✿ i’ll stop saying it at this point but like... for these event mini fics, i’ll just write whatever my mind first gravitates to and this... this first came to mind when i tried to think of what scenario to link it to so... enjoy! (???) [main masterlist 🌸] / [event masterlist] / [tag: #qqtxt: 500] 

despite the chaos that’s been rapidly unfolding throughout the whole day, taehyun’s able to finally rest his heart a little when he enters one of the meeting rooms beomgyu mentioned he swear he saw you rushing into, and he’s able to confirm that when he sees a familiar looking sweater peeking from under the large conference table set in the middle of the room. he doesn’t switch on the light, and instead, announces his presence with: “it’s me.”

he watches as your silhouette looks like you’re thinking on who it might be. the way your body tenses, your arms hugging your knees tighter and the mere thought of it being a form of authority scares the living life out of you. so he speaks up once more: “it’s me, y/n,”

he smiles a little in the dark, seeing how your body relaxes but you’re still cowering under the table, feeling safe there. he gets to his knees and crawls carefully to reach you, his voice telling you that–”i’m approaching you very, very slowly right now, so don’t come swinging at me.”

“there we go,” he chuckles, kneeling before you despite your folded knees coming in between your bodies. like a barrier. one that taehyun doesn’t like but he understands why you’re in the position you’re in.

“hey,” he says softly, one of his hands resting on your folded arms hugging your entire form together, his other reaching up to rest along the side of your head. “what’re you doing here?”

“hiding,” you answer, voice meek, “i... i kept telling them i had no idea how it leaked but it doesn’t seem they believe me and it’s all just so crazy i want to–”taehyun’s nervous laughter is what cuts you off but it does nothing to soothe your erratic heart. in some twisted, twisted way, your relationship with taehyun had went public and it mortified you. photos of the two of you showcased on the internet–without any of your consent–and suffice to say, it’s been a hell of a week.

“hey,” taehyun calls out again, gently this time (as if the first time wasn’t already). his hands carefully settle on your kneecaps and he’s able to maneuver them aside, until you’ve folded them onto the floor so he has full access to move his hands to cup your cheeks. “relationships are built on trust,” he speaks, “and i trust you.”

when you fall silent, tears filling your eyes to the brim, he asks: “did you post our photos online?”

“of course not,” your answer comes in a single, shaky breath; a couple of stray tears falling from your eyes that roll into taehyun’s palms against your cheeks. he nods, as if he had already known that answer. then again, he did even way before he asked.

“then that’s settled.”

“...what?”

“yeah, i mean, i already know you didn’t post them up and i sure as hell didn’t. so it must’ve been one of those hackers who did it. hybe’s trying to track it down but the pr management team is putting together a statement.”

you swallow, shaky, dilated eyes on him that he’s able to read your mind.

“no one is going to blame you for this. i certainly won’t stand for it but... it’s going to be a bit difficult seeing each other now. all i know is i’m going to do whatever it takes to keep you safe, if you’ll stay?”

again, taehyun already knows your answer when your eyes flutter shut in submission, cheek nuzzling into his touch. then, it’s the way your hands gently snake around his frame to slowly lean up into his embrace. it’s a quiet admission to being together despite the madness going on outside. and if for a split moment you can have taehyun like this; if he can have you like this, nothing else matters.

nothing else did.

[eddieschains]

You are dating Joe and he’s used to seeing you dressed comfortably. You aren’t terribly feminine in how you dress (not a complete tomboy).

He invites you to accompany him to an event for the first time and he sees you all dolled up.

He can’t take it and you are late for the event. 😏

i love this prompt so much thank you for sending it !! i hope i did it justice 🤞🏽

this also turned out so much longer than i thought it would oops

We're Gonna Be Late

TW: fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex

You were never the kind of girl to get dolled up every morning. You weren’t really into dresses and skirts, and you rarely did your makeup or styled your hair outside of its natural state. But, it was one of the things Joe loved most about you. You were unapologetically yourself and didn’t try too hard to impress anyone, him included.

Joe had obviously been having a lot of success in his career lately, which meant a lot of appearances and events to attend. You didn’t really attend any because they were a bit out of your comfort zone, and a lot of times in different cities and even different countries. He always invited you, of course, but you turned them down telling him you wanted the focus to be on him and him only.

But, this time was a little different. His team was hosting a ‘congratulations’ event if you will, just a little party to celebrate all the success he’s had over the past year. He invited his friends and family, and you of course. You were a bit hesitant at first, but after days of begging, you agreed. Since it wasn’t a hugely publicized event, and it was all people you and him knew, you decided to accept his invitation. The only problem was the dress code: black tie.

Your closet wasn’t in possession of anything that would be considered black tie apparel, so you had to go shopping. You hated shopping. But, you would do anything for Joe, and if that meant a couple hours of suffering through racks of clothes and musty dressing rooms, you would do it.

You finally found a dress that you thought would suffice. It was a floor length gown, dark red adorned with glitter. It had two skinny sleeves that hung on your shoulders, low cut, but not too low to be trashy, and a slit that reached the middle of your thigh.

It was the night of the party and while Joe went to run and grab some last minute items, you stayed home and got yourself ready. You had just finished putting your curled hair into a half up ponytail when you heard the door open.

“Babe! I’m back.” You hear his voice from across the house. You run out into the living room, wearing only your fluffy robe and some slippers. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you bring him down for a soft kiss.

“Missed you.” You tell him, arms still draped around his neck.

“I was gone for 30 minutes.” He chuckles.

“30 minutes too long.” You place another kiss to his soft lips.

“Your hair looks nice. I like the curls.” He says, running his fingers through the ends. “I’m gonna take a quick shower and start getting ready.” He gives you a small peck on the lips before moving past you and into the bathroom.

Returning to your bedroom, you start applying your makeup, something you haven’t done in probably a year. You don’t do too much, just some eyeliner with a gold shimmer eyeshadow in the inner corner, and a bold red lip matching the color of your dress.

You pair it with some small gold hoop earrings, falling just barley past your earlobes, and a thin diamond necklace Joe had bought you for your birthday last year. Grabbing the new dress from its bag, you slip it over your body. As much as wearing things like this make you feel a bit uncomfortable, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t enjoying it for the time being.

You tried to close the back zipper on the dress but couldn’t get it all the way. You put your head against the bathroom door, not hearing the water running anymore signaling Joe was done with his shower.

“Babe,” You knock on the door, “i can’t zip my dress, can you help me really quick?” The door opens to show your boyfriend standing frozen, as if he had just seen a ghost.

You’re waving your hands in front of his face, “Hello? Earth to Joseph.”

“My god…” He finally speaks. “You look fucking incredible.” He reaches his hands out to place on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“Thank you baby, but we need to get going soon and i can’t get this zipper all the way up.” You respond as you turn around so he can fix the dress for you.

He places one hand on your shoulder as the other grabs the zipper. He starts zipping it up slowly until you feel him zip it back down as quickly as he could without injuring the dress.

“What are you doing?” You turn your head with a look of annoyance on your face, knowing exactly what he’s thinking.

“I’m sorry i can’t do this right now, i need to fuck you.” He responds as he shoves the dress down your shoulders, and off of your body.

He turns you around, placing his mouth on your bare chest, kissing and sucking with as much fervor as he could muster.

“Babe, we’re gonna be late.” Your voice is breathy, being taken over by the pleasure he’s giving you.

“It’s my party, we can be fashionably late. Either we’re late or im walking around with a boner all night. Your choice.” He responds, continuing to adorn your body with rough kisses.

“Okay fine. But you need to make it quick, and don’t mess up my hair and makeup.” He slips his middle finger in between your folds, rubbing up and down gathering your slick onto his finger.

“I’ll be careful baby.” He continues moving up and down before pushing into your entrance, gaining a soft moan from you.

His finger is moving in and out of you as he’s sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. Once he thinks you’ve warmed up enough, he adds another finger, making you grab him by the shoulder to keep you from falling over in pleasure.

His fingers are moving in and out of you at a painfully, but pleasurable, fast pace. His head is buried into your chest, attacking your tits with his mouth, as your nails are digging into the back of his shoulders as the vibrations from his own moans add more pleasure to your nipples.

You don’t have enough time to warn him before your walls are closing around his fingers. “Fuck fuck fuck babe it’s too much. Feels too good.” He pulls his fingers from your aching cunt, shoving them into his own mouth.

“Okay my turn. Jump.” He looks at you, placing his hands on your ass to lift you to wrap your legs around his waist. He was still naked when you knocked on the bathroom door, not even a towel wrapped around him, which definitely turned out to be useful in these turn of events.

You could feel his hard length taking place in between your lips as he pulled all of your hair to one side of your neck, before slamming you up against the wall.

Your legs tighten around him, using his body as stability to help keep you upright. He slides his cock up and down your pussy, getting it lubed up with your own orgasm. He grabs it by the base and taps it a few times on your clit. You wince, still sensitive from the finger fucking he gave you less than a minute ago.

He slowly pushes inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust before bottoming out. “You’re so beautiful. I love you so much, im so glad you’re coming tonight.” He laughs, realizing the innuendo of what he just said.

He buries his head into your neck, thrusting in and out of you at light speed. The way he’s hitting all the right spots every time he pushes back in is throwing you over the edge once again.

“m’ not gonna last long. You’re so fucking sexy look at what you do to me baby.” His movements start to slow down, using more force than speed, which was always a sign he was close.

His hand comes in between both of your bodies, rubbing fast circles on your clit while he continues pushing in and out of you. You reach your second orgasm of the night, clenching your walls around his cock. The tightness of your pussy is enough for him to be sent over the edge, shooting hot ropes of his cum inside of you.

He pulls out, and you whimper at the loss of contact. He puts your feet back on the ground, places a kiss on your lips and goes to clean himself up in the bathroom. You follow him to do the same.

“Well now we’re definitely going to be late.” You playfully push his shoulders back, and slipping back into your dress. You turn your back to him so he can zip your dress for you, successfully this time.

You pull his suit out from the closet handing it to him, helping him smooth out the arms and fluff the collar of his shirt. “You know, this suit looks really good on you. If we weren’t already running late i might have to rip it off of you.” He smirks at you.

“Keep talking like that and we won’t even make it to this damn party.”

[asteria7fics]

I have no clue how this works but uhhhhh mayybeeeeee butters (or butters when he’s professor chaos) uhhhhh

👻 A headcanon about what scares them

💝 A headcanon about their love language

💔 An angsty headcanon

👗 A headcanon about their clothes

🔪 A headcanon relating to fighting/violence

🌟 A headcanon about their desires/wishes

🥇 A headcanon about what they’re best at

🎭 A headcanon about what they lie about

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger

😬 A headcanon about the worst thing they’ve done

😭 A headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them.

😶 A random headcanon!

(Yes I had to copy paste it to remember the emojis) I don’t think I read the reblog correctly so idk if I’m allowed to have this many😨😨 you don’t have to do them if u dont want but I would love to learn more abt your butters headcanon for ur fic (specifically for ewily if I remember the acronym correctly)

RAHHHHHH -😨

AAAH BUTTERS!!! MY BOY!!!! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡

I’ll do my best to cover all of these!! I never get to blab about the boy with a heart full of magic!!!

Barely spoilers for the chapter 9 of EWILY under the cut, and a couple of other small details I do include in the fic but aren’t really super plot relevant.

👻 - A silly one to start with, but I think he’s a little bit afraid of the dark. I’m gonna probably say this a lot, but after some of the shit that’s happened to him in the context of canon, he gets really uncomfortable being left completely alone in pitch darkness. Oh! And of course he’s always afraid of doing something wrong and getting grounded!

💝- Words of affirmation. I won’t go into any greater detail, but it will all make sense soon enough ehehehe

💔- I personally think Butters struggles a lot with the fact that he doesn’t quite fit in with the other boys. They’re all pretty abrasive towards him still, and he’s really not cool enough to fit in with most of them. He doesn’t show it, but his insistence on still ‘playing superheroes’ with Kenny is kind of a greater symptom of this insecurity. I imagine he was very excited to be included when Stan got Crimson Dawn back together as they got older, probably late middle school or so.

👗- Wears whatever his mom picks out for him, which is why he’s such an über dork. Lots of lumpy sweaters with dress slacks and straight leg jeans that are all a little too short on his long ass legs, meaning his socks are always showing so they have to coordinate with his outfit, too. And of course, he owns an impressive collection of button up shirts and sweater vests.

🔪- Butters is not a fighter, but he’s certainly had lots of violence enacted on him. Bullied pretty bad as a kid, on top of (tw for child abuse) his father’s liberal use of physical punishments. These are all pretty much canon though, so suffice to say I personally think Butters CAN fight if he needs to, he just generally chooses not to. (This is where the Professor Chaos headcanons come in hehe)

🌟- He wants to be happy, above all else. It doesn’t really matter what it is that will get him there, he just wants to experience the joys of living without worrying about the consequences for once in his silly little life. Aah, now I’ve gone and made myself sad!

🥇- Canonically Butters is good at a ton of stuff! He’s such a highly creative person with a massive imagination, and though The Poop That Took a Pee is a horrible example, I think he’d actually be a really good fiction writer! Hm, maybe that’s something I should explore more.

🎭 - Everything, all the time. Naw, I’m being hyperbolic, though he definitely tells white lies to his parents to avoid getting in trouble. I think he’s also very dishonest when things upset him, at least when people like Stan, Kyle or Cartman hurt his feelings. He knows better than to show weakness around those assholes! (Sometimes RIP)

🖕- I actually think Butters’ anger is under appreciated! He’s an angry little guy when he wants to be, and while I think he’s quick to anger when something finally does irritate him enough, he’s also very quick to cool back down. He doesn’t really hold grudges, though he makes a few exceptions.

😬 - AHAHAAHAH!!! Where do I even begin?? Butters does worse things in canon than pretty much anything I’ll ever have him do, though I would argue that inadvertently inspiring his entire class to wage a war over him wasn’t, uh, great. Oh, and shooting that guy in the dick, I guess.

😭 - Again, where do I begin?? I think the trauma he’s experienced in canon sort of speaks for itself, though I also think that though maybe he didn’t get anything quite as bad in the Asteria-verse, the bullying he withstood affected him more than he would be willing to admit. Poor child, can someone please get him a therapist?

😶 - Butters’ eternal sunshine, happy boy disposition is at least partially a front. While he’s naturally an optimist person, and does generally see the good in everyone around him, but he’s not a complete idiot. He acknowledges, again, that he’s not fully accepted by his peers, but chooses to disregard a lot of the things they do to isolate him. As a little boy it was a more honest representation of who he was, but as he’s gotten older (and more hormonal oof) he’s latched onto it as a means of protection, so to speak. The only person who really, truly sees Butters in his most honest form is Kenny.

This was so much fun!!! Thank you for humoring me and sending this, and I hope you enjoyed learning a lil something about the way I portray Butters in my work!! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

[dreamoonverse]

Unbreakable Vows 💚🐍✨🪄

Chapter 4: Confessions

Just imagine you weren’t supposed to fall for him…it was forbidden, after what the dark lord has did to your family…but yet someone seems to change that. Bucky is full of secrets but this one secret he can’t keep hidden forever and you will both pay a price to hide it.

Death eater bucky x Witch! Reader

NFSW series 18+ no minors!

Mentions: Angst, brief mention of alcohol, injury, blood, slight fluff, bit of smut (wet dreams),

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(Hey everyone! Been a hot minute since I posted another chapter I’m so sorry have a lot going on but good news this one is a bit longer sorry for the cliff hanger haha! Just me there is more to come and it’s going to get real intense just wait😅 hope you like it 😘)

“You are constantly making it hard for me to behave when I’m with you,” - (freaky humor 69 Pinterest quote)

You hadn't seen or spoken to Bucky as another week close to two passes by. Draco and them would now be in school. Only George and them to keep you occupied you talked to George more vented a lot. Today you were with narcassia as she drank tea silently by the window you knew she was in pain. She was alone when you think about it, her son in school only owls for now would suffice. Lucius still locked away as far as you know…but there was a plan forming to get him out that would be something to see. All the death eaters just told to lay low until the dedicated times arose for recruiting. Those few handful times you visited Arthur and Molly he would talk about that night at the banquet you had to do everything not to indulge in the conversation. Had you not been wearing the mask he would’ve found out. He just was glad the key remain tightly locked away in his attic. Oh you were gonna have that key soon you needed to still do everything to make you trustworthy. It was becoming more difficult each passing day though…whose side were you really on.

“How about some music?” You suggested to her playing a record on the turntable help her mind at ease. “Ugh how quaint,” Bellatrix twirled a curl sitting on the couch legs on the table laying back not a care in the world. “Don’t worry sissy they will be back with him in no time…i should’ve gone but too boring,” she sighs out.

“What are you referring to…” you turn to her quite puzzled. “Lucius of course…didn’t Barnes tell you…” she rolls her eyes as if it was an inconvenience to tell her.

“No I haven’t spoken to him…” you shrug. “Lovebirds having trouble in paradise…” she pouts which sends a middle finger in her face. “As fucking if…”

*chime breaking* you jump at the sound before seeing three men Lucius on one looking drain barely alive. Ferdink blood residue on his mouth and in the middle barely concuious Bucky. “He needs medical…” Lucius sounds out of breath

You responded quickly “get him to the bedroom I got it.” You grab a first aid heading to nearest room where they laid him down, you never worked so fast everyone just watched. You could hear Bucky’s groans him hissing or wincing why did it bother you like you didn’t want him to feel pain he was so fragile to touch you felt you tended accordingly on him. He had a cut on his side it was deep but fortunately it would just need stitching and wrapped, whoever he went to toe to toe with it was a lot for him to come out with more than a bruise or scratch. “That should do it,” you say hands covered in blood quickly going to wash. “Everyone out…” you ordered they didn’t seem to question. You felt he needed to space. You take slow strides to the side of the bed watching how his bare chest rises and falls breathing heavy asleep.

The sight makes you flustered part of that wet dream you had that night of him looking at him now. You feel your head some shaking the thought away wrong time to be thinking like that. Then you feel guilty, you should’ve been there. You could’ve stopped this, protected him. Though you both can’t seem to be in the same room with arguing. Course he made your teeth grin and irritated the hell out of you. It’s just…something about him there is someone deep down who wants to be let out. You shake your head again noticing a strand of that brunette hair sticking out tucking it behind his ear you lingered there probably more than you should before leaving out the room.

———

“B-Bucky…please,” you stuttered breathing hard hovering over him riding him. “Fuck babydoll don’t stop…so good,” Bucky grips your hips tight holding you steady. “God I wanna cum baby I don’t know if I can last this time…” you whine. “A few more baby let me fill you up be a good girl hang on…” he groans in your ear biting on your neck. “I…Bucky I’m cumming!!” You cry out.

“Mmmm,” Bucky feels himself jolt up instinctively grabbing his side a sharp pain rippling through his body. “Fuck what-“ he looks down seeing feeling cloth on his skin. His side is wrapped. He looks around the room some light coming through the dark forest green curtains. He breathes hard struggling but manages to sit up his mouth dry…really dry head pounding. Everything of before starts to come back the prison breakout, guards in every direction. His tactics were off…he was sloppy, not focused. That is what got him all fucked up now. Too busy remembering the fight between you two…the dreams like this one now…fuck why was he dreaming you this way. The way you could unfold for him…he closes his eyes pushing the thought away before jumping again at the sound of the door turning grabbing his wand next to him pointing it at the potential target.

“Oh shoot ya not gonna put me out my misery…” you come in a glass of water in your hands closing the door behind you. He breathes out relieved it was you but then a little rage pent up in him. “You need to learn to fucking knock…I could’ve hurt you…” he warns setting down his wand. “Too bad,” you tease before he turns to you like he isn’t in a joking mood. You hand him the water. “You guys managed to make it on every wanted poster there throughout the town…” you sit down at a distance on the edge of the bed. “What else is new?” He shrugs.

“You need to be careful you know how these times are, the ministry and the order work fast and silent. They will come after you buck…” you inform your tone seems desperate and concerned. “After you tell them right? Why don’t you just say where we are, your great at that,” he scoffs drinking the rest of the water.

“That’s a low blow, everything I do is to-“ he cuts you off throwing the glass at the wall making you jump.“To what?! You think I give a shit, your on their side…you pretend like you have everything under control but you don’t, you think your so fucking innocent and that you can play double agent forever doll…you will get your way,” something about his words is a low blow.

“No I don’t have this under control…I never did. I just want people safe, I want this damn war to be over…I’m well aware no one cares if I live or die,” your voice rises a bit of a crack in your voice. “No i never said I didn’t-“ he tries to interject but your words overpower him. “No you want revenge and I’m sorry that you lost…but I fucking did too…you have any idea what my life has been like James! I have to please everyone and be perfect or everyone dies and I don’t know what to do…” you say tears start falling. “Y/N please let me-“ you still cut him off. “No! You don’t get it cause if I fail it’s over…if I mess up I don’t get no redos…I would do everything to protect everyone and anything…including you!” You shout. Bucky’s eyes widened some “why me…” he stood up holding his side. “I…just forget it…” you turn to the door, turning the knob before a hand pushes it shut. “Turn around..” his deep voice makes you shiver and you do so facing me with no choice but your eyes red and puffy.

“I asked you a question…why me?” He places his hands on both sides cornering you. Course you could escape easily but yet here you were vulnerable to the scent of fresh balsam filling your nose. “I…James please leave me alone-“ you instinctively try to push on his chest but he grabs your wrist pinning it to the wall something intense forms in his eyes possible anger…confusion. You breathe hard his chest against yours looking at him and his lips. Fuck…you crash your lips into his. “Mm,” he groans, caught off guard at first but gives in, kissing you back. There is an intensity of fire building up between you two. You don’t stop him nor the other way around. It’s sloppy and needy the way his tongue entangled in yours. You pull back for a moment looking into those ice blue eyes. “James…” you say out of breath and he takes a moment too. “That’s one way to shut that mouth…” he jokes you can’t help but laugh a little “fuck off…” you groan, leaning your head back. “Or we could just fuck…” a devious smirk forms. “Buck…let’s just take a minute here…” you say, still tryna process what happened.

———

A couple weeks pass by every meeting that goes on or gathering is followed by a hot make out session in a corner or room where you can’t seem to stay away and he can’t keep his hands off you. Those wet dreams seem to make it’s way to a reality and the thought of letting him fuck your senseless was exhilarating. Though you didn’t let it happen yet.

Today you were in the shop working on some brews and some more medicine. You left your window open when your barred Owl made her way in dropping a letter on your table. “Hey moony…” you smile, taking the letter from Padfoot. Harry. You made sure he could contact you when he needed to. He ended up using sirus’s cover name as his own. It was too dangerous for anyone to use their actual names to send letters these days. You open it up reading it. He talked about the incident he had with Draco on the train, what Dumbledore had him doing with slughorn. You breathed out heavily rubbing your head. This wasn’t good. A possible horox at play. You continue to read on before the door opens and you slip the letter away. “Hello how can I- oh George hey,” you half smile. He looks down and then at you not in his usual mood where he whistles or tells a joke. “George, what's wrong?” You walk over to him concerned, placing a hand on his shoulder he pulls it off quickly. “Woah George…what’s wrong…” you say feeling a wave of guilt roll through you.

“How could you y/n….” He looks at you with a pain in his eyes. “What are you talking about…” you ask. “You know exactly what the bloody hell I’m talking about don’t act innocent!” He snaps. You breathe out “No I don’t…” you say. “Oh so you deny it…that you are one of them…” he clenches his fist. “No I'm not,” you can tell where this is going. “George you already know what i'm doing that isn’t no secret,” you step closer but he steps back. “No don’t even, you even are fucking one of them! I knew Barnes was brainwashing you,” his yell ripples through the air you suck in a breath. “What I’m not…what are you playing at here…” you get defensive. “I saw you two…the other night…i thought you cared about us y/n! About me!” His voice cracks you didn’t realize that you affected him this way. “George I do care, you're my bestfriend why wouldn’t I? I'm trying to keep everyone safe. I would do anything-“ he stops you. “I don’t wanna hear it, I’m even shocked my mother and father still have faith in you…time for you to decide what side you are princess…” His words hit you hard. You never saw George this way and he leaves. You can’t help but let tears fall, folding your arms like you're cradling yourself or shielding your body from any more pain.

You would have to make a choice. But not tonight…instead you would do something else. To take away the pain.

——

Bucky was reading in one of the guest rooms at the manor glad to have a night of not being the one to deal with all this mess. Lucius was too busy downstairs drinking that man has probably gone through the liquor cabinet as long as he didn’t touch bourbon Bucky could care less. Bellatrix and Nacrassia were out doing who knows what. Fine with him, all he could think about was you. Your lips…how you grinded on his lap, your hands tugging and pulling on his hair. Your scent was overwhelming and intoxicating. He wanted to unravel you. Let the whole fucking manor hear how you scream his name he needed you. He would wait till you wanted, no begged he would be ready. Just little did he know that would be sooner that he thought.

*knocking*

He still read while the door unlocked and open on its own. “I wondered when you would come back…” he says, closing the book sitting up, seeing you a complete wreck. “Doll what’s the puffy eyes for?” He pouted he hated when you cried. You closed the door behind you leaning against it. You moved your hands to your top starting to unbutton it. He gets up grabbing your hands but tenderly leaning his head against yours “What are you doing…” he asks. “I need you…all of you…” you breathe out. He looks at you then down at your shirt pulling the last few buttons down. “Then have me…”

To be continued hehe…

[multiverseofimagines]

Hi Gwen! Can I have a Stranger things ship?

First of all, I'm sorry for any grammar errors, bc English isn't even my second language 🤣

I always was "that one weirdo"

I identify myself as pan/demisexual and agender.

INTP, but I'm far from the stereotype. I'm nerd without social life for sure, but that's all.

I'm history student and artist. I can't paint too often, because I have no free time bc of the uni, but I love when my hands smell with oil paint, and how blank canvas slowly turning into something beautiful. I love thrift hunt. Most of the things in my place are really old, and probably hunted. It's difficult to find a free space in my room, because it's all occupied by plants, books, pet's supplies, and tonnes of vintage stuff. I would describe my style as mostly whimsygothic.

I'm 167cm tall, skinny, with long spaghetti limbs. I'm pale as frozen chicken, with many moles. I have messy dark auburn hair and big amber protruding eyes. One of the most noticeable things on my face, it's a big greek nose with small round glasses on it.

I mostly listen rock in different subgenres. I also love folk music.

My favourite movies are Orlando (1992) and The Wicker man (1973)

That's probably all

Thank you, and have a nice day ~~~

Of course! Here you go lovely ~

I ship you with…

Tell me you guys aren’t soulmates I DARE YOU.

Similar vibes all across the board, both intp’s, both of you are a little androgynous + queer and you both are very introverted people.

Thrifting dates 😭 going into the city and going to all the consignment stores and hunting for cool vintage stuff.

PAINTING HER !! Always painting her or things for her that she likes. She’s your muse. You don’t show her cause you’re terrified she will hate them but one day you leave your multimedia sketchbook on the table to go to the washroom and she’s nosy as fuck obviously and opens it to see herself in different variants of smudged oil.

Y’all fighting vecna together !! Literally would be so badass I can’t. You guys both nod at one another before the battle, both scared to lose one another but determined.

Coming out to each-other before you started dating. I feel like you would come out first, you would be so anxious and literally shaking at the thought of telling her and she just goes “ no way ! “ and at first you feel defeated like she is just gonna make fun of it, and your kind of like “ yeah- I knew you wouldn’t get it.” And she just goes “ wait what??? no- that’s not what I meant at all.” You sigh still a bit disappointed, but she looks at you with a much more serious look, and says “ have you seen me y/n?? Is it not obvious that I’m like- super gay?”

Heres a little moodboard, some pics that give me robin vibes and the outfits I can imagine you wearing based off your aesthetic. I did accidentally pick mostly fem options, I’m so sorry, I know you described yourself as agender, so hopefully this still suffices, I’m so sorry! And I picked the middle outfit in case your into a more “goth” whimsigoth. 💖 enjoy xo gwen

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Spending half an hour lying in the woods is a very bad sign about how I am feeling.

I’d gone to the woods, hoping to distract myself from all this grief and pain** I ended up crying so much my eyes were blurred. When my bootlace caught on a log I’d barely noticed down I went. Instead of getting up I curled up there on the ground.

So there I am, in the middle of the woods, curled up in a dip in the ground where a stump rotted away long ago. I don’t have a jacket on, even though it was 49F, because it was an impulsive walk, and besides it was warm enough walking. I almost never even sit on the ground, what with all the ticks, poison ivy, and the like in these parts, and I am lying on the dang ground.

I stayed there. And stayed there. And sobbed until I was too exhausted to cry more. And then just lay there some more.

I thought, “I could lie here forever. Just lie here and never move. Die here and rot away at the base of this tree. It would be a kind of nice place to die. I hope no one ever finds me.”

I thought this way once before on a walk, in 2012, and interestingly also inspired by the fallout of a visit to my brother’s. At the time I thought my life had hit rock bottom, which is kind of hilarious. I’d just bounced into a ledge. I’ve hit a lot of ledges in ten years, but I am still falling. The bottom is closer, and now I don’t know if I can survive the impact. Maybe hitting the bottom is death itself anyway. Life as a fall you can never save yourself from until SPLAT!

Anyway, it’s a bit worrying that in 2012 I found such a moment chilling, and scared myself into shaking it off, but that in 2022 it just felt like the only peace I can still find. It was sooooo tempting…..

But Mom is still alive and needs whatever she can get of my company. And the animals need me, particularly Ryoga. It’s pretty clear my brother would be up for roast pig rather than bother with an animal he loathes on principle. Ryoga needs me alive, for me to die first would be death for him. No one wants a pet hog. I simply can’t lie down in the woods and sleep to nothingness while Ryoga lives and he might have a lot of years left.

And so I got up.

**sigh**

If only there were still even a smidge of hope that my life could get better.

You have no idea of how bad things are for me now since you only get glimpses, a mention of a dying Mom, a cryptic reference to my brother, a grumble about a collapsing house, a worry about a basics I can’t afford. But most I don’t talk about. Some of us are taught that, to not share too much about the darkness. Mustn’t be a drag, pathetic, annoying, a whiner, and most of all, must not ever risk provoking more trouble.

To be clear, I’m not really suicidal. I don’t want to die, and I definitely do not have of the energy to chase after death. But to just stop running and fighting every waking moment , to just let whatever happens happen even if that “whatever” is death….that is starting to be tempting.

Irrational hope has done a lot to keep me alive for the last decade. Those little words. Maybe. Possibly. Could be. No matter the pain and exhaustion and hopelessness, being able to delude yourself with a few “one day” thoughts can keep you struggling on. I don’t want to die, not at all really. I just want hope.

** Yeah, I haven’t explained it all. It isn’t just that my mother is dying, it’s a whole web of other things involving what “family” I have. Even if I didn’t mind a public airing, it would take too much energy to tell you about. Suffice to say, I discovered new aspects yesterday that have made everything exponentially worse.

[louisianaturra]

Angus and Bon, Prahran

I’ve been craving a quality steak for some time, and had been recommended by friends to try Angus and Bon. Located on Greville St, a niche and trendy part of Prahran. A friend and I had booked the early bird special at 6pm, I would like to say that I eat at a respectable hour, but covid has ruined my dinner time slots. The earlier the better.

Angus and Bon is dark and masculine, with leather and wood being the main feature. It doesn’t feel tacky or over the top, it feels appropriate. We booked seats at the bar, however were placed at a high round table near the window. The wait staff were attentive, making sure we were seen to early, however not appearing to hover. The wine menu was extensive however not overpriced. We ordered a bottle of bubbles, which in retrospect a glass would have sufficed, in order to get a glass of red to go with my main… regrets regrets.

We ordered two starters, sourdough bread with smoked ricotta butter and the corn and manchego croquettes. The butter was whipped to perfection, it felt light and was full of flavour. The croquettes were good, but I feel as though croquettes are croquettes… they always taste good enough? Both were reasonably priced.

I then ordered the 200 gm eye fillet, Medium rare with a bearnaise sauce. The fillet was cut in half with its perfect hue of red in the middle. The meat melted in your mouth (it’s always gross saying that out loud… flesh being chomped and digested). For $54 I was not disappointed in the quality of the cut. The Bearnaise sauce was a frothy consistency, not the usual thick and heavy sauce I’m used to. It still worked though.

We then ordered a side of mashed potato and salad greens. We weren’t sure whether we should get one each or share, we decided to share. Luckily as the servings were very generous. The mashed potato was drizzling in butter and had the perfect amount of ‘lumps’, which created necessary texture. It was seasoned well. You could just order this and your life would be complete. It was the epitome of comfort food.

Now this is going to be a harsh comment, but I feel it’s warranted ..the back of the restaurant sat a pair of parents with too many children. This cheapened the restaurant, made it appear as though it was a bistro. It was off putting, as I said, harsh. But I don’t care, if I’m spending $54 bucks on a steak I don’t want a side of Rugrats.

Angus and Bon is worth a night out, I highly recommend giving it a go. It’s a classy meal without the price tag. Then if you are up for it, go and grab a cocktail at Jono’s piano bar across the way for fun and entertainment. I can guarantee no children have been sighted.

[cursedbeasts]

Bestia's Wrath Chapter 5: The Escape

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Lana finds Bestia and gets her out of the city together with Koth.

Bestia continues orbital F-bombardment.

Blinding light. Hissing. Equally blinding pain all over her body. She couldn't move. She couldn't see. Was this how she'd die: like a helpless beast? 

"I have a cure, but it will hurt." A voice stated matter of fact. It sounded like Brontes's voice but Bestia knew it wasn't. Brontes didn't deal in cures. A needle was jammed into Bestia's shoulder. She screamed, falling forward on her hands and knees. The world came into view, blurry. The room was dim, and Bestia felt metal underneath her. A coughing fit overtook her, filling her mouth with a metallic taste. She sat up, squinting at the person before her. Her vision was still extremely blurry, so she could mostly see a golden yellow blob on top of a dark grey blob. Definitely not Brontes. The voice seemed awfully familiar though.

“Weren’t you on Ziost?” Bestia managed to rasp out. 

“Yes. My name is Lana Beniko."

Lana. The Sith who reached out both to the Dread Masters and the Republic during the Ziost crisis. Lana was maybe one of the few Imperials who weren’t openly hostile towards Bestia and the other Dread Masters. But she was also willing to work with a Jedi, so Bestia wasn't exactly surprised. Sharack seemed to like Lana too. Bestia even vaguely remembered the Jedi hitting on the short Sith. 

“Oh yea the new head of Sith Intelligence. I remember you, I think. Hello." 

Bestia got up and made a few clumsy steps towards a bunch of containers behind the carbonate slab, and started rummaging around, looking for something.

“Thought they’d stash my claws here, but I guess not.” 

As she was digging through skytrooper parts, she heard a series of beeps and turned to see a familiar silver and blue astromech with blue flames painted on the sides.

“Isn’t this Sharack’s droid?” Bestia asked, recognizing the flames. Sharack had made a point of showing them off. An awkward silence, then Lana spoke up, looking sullen. 

“Yes. I found him on the surface of Ziost after… After the cataclysm. I understand that you are Sharack’s mother. I am sorry.” 

Bestia sighed, feeling a pang of grief, overshadowed by the physical pain she was in. She walked over and put a hand on Lana’s shoulder. 

“Condolences accepted. But “Sorry” won’t fix things, nor will it stop Vitiate. Let’s go.”

“You still have no weapon.”

“There's nothing here for me to use. I’ll find something on the way. For now, the Force will have to suffice.” 

They jogged along endless corridors and hallways, fighting through skytroopers. 

“I’m not sure if it really happened or if it was the part of the weird dreams I was having in Carbonite…” Bestia muttered, throwing a crate at a skytrooper with enough force to break it in half. “But I saw Sharack. I thought she died, and I suppose in a way she did. She’s… Kind of like my husband now. This Force entity. An Undying, as my husband named it. She was in the throne room with me and Marr, and killed the poor sod the people here called their Emperor. Vitiate was using him as a host.”

“I know. I have crossed paths with Sharack.” 

“Is she alright? She didn't even pay attention to me in the throne room.”

“I cannot say. She has changed a lot and we didn’t talk much.”

They walked down the oddly empty corridor. 

“There’s less resistance than I expected.”

“T7. He generated alerts in other sections of the storage facility.”

“Storage facility?��

“Yes. This is where Arcann stores his prized possessions. Doesn’t it make you feel special.”

“No, it makes me feel… ogled. Like an object. And not even in a sexy way. At least he couldn’t display me on a wall, unless he wanted a wall decoration that literally says “FUCK YOU.””

Lana didn’t respond, but her expression went blank as she recalled the pose she found Bestia’s frozen body in: with middle fingers proudly on display. She decided to not dwell on it. An obstacle in the form of a huge sealed door came before them. A hatch that no doubt could be opened by slicing into a terminal or another, or asking T7 to do so, but they simply didn't have the time. 

“I got the door.” Lana said, stepping up. She raised her arms towards it, fingers crooked into claws as she channeled the Force through them. Bestia watched her struggle, barely managing to pry the halves of the bulkhead open. 

“No. I got the door.” 

Bestia stepped up, palms held together in front of her, pointing at the middle of the door. She let the Force flow, and then opened her arms rapidly as if doing a swimmer stroke. The gate was ripped open with a sickening screech, leaving a hole large enough for the two to run through. Bestia felt the consequences right away as pain flared up in her chest, and she coughed. She stumbled and looked down at her hand. A dark red stain marred her glove. Shit. Lana’s comm beeped, and an unfamiliar man’s voice spoke from it.

"An update would be good. Have you found the outlander yet? I’m starting to feel a little exposed over here."

"Yes. I patched her in." She motioned for Bestia to come over.

"I'm Koth Vortena. And this is the most suicidal rescue mission in history." The man introduced himself. 

"I'm Bestia. Let's do it."

They kept running, but Bestia had trouble keeping up. Overwhelmed by pain, she leaned onto a nearby terminal, waking it up. A series of feeds lit up the screen. One of them showed the woman in black from the throne room walking up to the empty carbonite chamber. She then looked up, raised a hand, and the camera went to static. 

“Huh. I’ve seen her before. I was dreaming in carbonite and at one point, I was in the throne room. She could somehow see me and stabbed me with a lightsaber.” 

“Vaylin. She is powerful. I don’t think we stand a chance against her.”

“I could take her. I have 800 years of experience.”

Bestia started coughing again.

“Okay, maybe not in my current state.”

“The medicine should kick in shortly, but we still must hurry and get to the extraction point.”

Bestia nodded, and two continued their escape. There was blaster fire heard over the comm channel that was never closed. 

"Koth? Is everything alright?" Lana asked.

"Nothing i can’t handle but we need to move the pickup.”

Lana sighed. 

"We don’t have time for this."

"Well if I land now they’ll shoot me to pieces!"

"What's the new location?" Bestia butted in.

"Just duck through another tower and I’ll find you. Back with you shortly."

Bestia sighed, and the two kept  walking until they reached an elevator. 

“No way but forward I guess,” Bestia said.

“I guess.”

Bestia and Lana stepped inside. A few moments of awkward silence passed. 

"What." Bestia erupted, tired of Lana drilling holes in her with her stare.

"I didn't expect to find…"

"A dread master?"

"Well, yes."

"Fair. We have a reputation. Still, I appreciate the save. So, who's Koth?"

"A native of Zakuul who doesn't support Arcann."

"And Arcann is…?" 

"The new emperor of Zakuul."

Bestia now had names for both the half mask brat, and his sister.

"You probably have other questions."

"I doubt you have answers, Lana. Unless you have the locations of the other five Dread Masters."

"Afraid not."

The doors opened and the two stepped into what looked like an office space. It was a sharp contrast to grey dimly lit corridors from before: clean and bright with more of those geometric designs woven into the architecture. It seemed abandoned by any human personnel like the storage facility though. Bestia walled past a cubicle entrance, and saw a woman huddling there, absolutely terrified. The first human she'd seen aside from Lana and Vaylin over the feed. The woman stared up at her in fear. Bestia walked on. 

The two made their way through the offices, dispatching a few more skytroopers on the way, and finally reached an exit. Bestia peered out and let out a long, tired sigh as her gaze landed on the assault walker that guarded the bridge beyond.

"Ah shit here we go again."

She didn't look forward to the fight. She normally liked fighting, but in her current state, and still lacking a weapon, it was a pain. Suddenly, she sensed something. There was a living human being inside the walker, meaning her Dread Master powers were useful for once. She let her power loose, a black and red glow enveloping her, shadow beasts forming inside the blackness and tearing towards the enemy.

"A living being… KNOW FEAR."

Lana was about to engage the droid, when shadows swarmed it. A muffled scream rang out from the inside, and the walker started thrashing, until it stumbled towards the edge of the bridge, tipped over, and fell from view. Lana jogged towards the bent railing, watching the walker fade from view down below. So this was the power of a Dread Master. Bestia walked over, and looked down too. She then bent over the railing in a coughing fit.

“Oof there goes my spleen." She managed.

Lana threw one of Bestia's arms over her shoulders, and helped her walk towards the other tower. As they made their way across the bridge and into the building, they were watched. Vaylin stood on a platform a floor above. 

"Hm. Not the way I'd pick." Her voice gleeful, she turned around, facing towards the nearest sun reactor. The things were all over the city, harnessing the heat and energy of miniature suns to provide power. Vaylin raised her arms, and huge chunks were torn off the reactor's plating, and hurled at the tower Bestia and Lana just entered moments ago. 

“I’m too old for this shit.” Bestia sighed, leaning against the door she and Lana just ducked through. Lana was catching her breath too, when an explosion shook the tower, knocking her to the floor. 

“Oh, COME ON!” Bestia yelled out in exasperation. 

Koth was panicking over the comm.

“What happened?!” 

“Vaylin happened!” Lana cried out.

“And why are you inside a FUCKING droid factory?!” 

“I don’t know. Maybe cause this was the other tower you told us to duck through?” Bestia threw a freshly made skytrooper at its peers with the Force.

Alarms started going off, announcing a reactor failure and instructing everyone to evacuate. The whole building was shaking. The two women made their way through the actual factory, somehow avoiding falling off the glass platforms that had no railings, and destroying more droids along the way. They probably were responsible for a considerable dent in Zakuul’s droid economy at this point. 

They came to a control room of some kind that overlooked the reactor. It seemed to hold a small sun inside, but was damaged too much to contain the sun’s energy, causing it to fluctuate on the edge of collapse, or an explosion. Panicked workers scurried about, screaming. Bestia caught one by the front of the jacket. If their prince was any indication, they should at least know Galactic Basic. 

“How to turn this off?” 

“There’s...There’s an emergency switch in the back. Two of them!” the technician pointed behind him, at two pillars at the back of a series of catwalks that circled the reactor.”It’s too dangerous! It’s going to blow any moment!” 

Bestia ran up to the door leading out. Just as she was about to step out, a bolt of electricity struck the space in front of her, causing her to recoil. And then a hand grabbed her by the back of her jacket. 

“We need to leave! You heard him. It’s going to explode any moment, and we need to GO!” 

Bestia turned around, snarling, unhappy with being handled like a child. 

“The explosion will provide cover!” Lana kept arguing.

“No it won’t. We’ll get caught in the blast. It’s less dangerous if we turn it off.” 

Then Bestia picked Lana up and jumped through the air and over most of the catwalk. Lana yelled and protested the whole time. Bestia put her down and gave her a nudge towards the other control panel.

“Go turn off the other one!” 

“Ugh. Fine, but if we die, I am haunting you.” 

Bestia allowed herself a chuckle as her hands flew over the console. Inexplicably, the screen was in Aurebesh and she could read it. She would wonder about it later. It seemed Lana was successful in turning her half of the switch off, as the red indicator on the screen started lowering to orange, then yellow. The sun was still unstable, though, lashing out with flames and electricity. Bestia then had a hunch about the conduits back in the control room, so she sprinted back, and Lana followed her. She caught up with Bestia as she stood before the conduits.

“That’s it. I’m taking you with me, whether you like it or not.” 

“I don’t like your tone.” Bestia said calmly. 

She reached over and grabbed Lana’s lightsaber off her belt, turned it on, and threw it at the conduits. There was a bright flash, and a knockback wave that sent Bestia onto the floor. She was used to being shocked by inhuman amounts of electricity though. It took her a few moments to get her bearings, and she sat up, watching as protective shields came over the sun reactor, containing it. Lights went out in the city all around. Bestia got up, and headed to the nearest elevator. Anywhere was better than here, and it seemed it would lead to an exit. 

“Damn your stubbornness! How did you even stay alive for almost a thousand years?!” Lana exploded once they were inside the elevator. 

Bestia shrugged. She marveled at her continued existence herself at times. 

“Honestly? I don’t know. As a holonet meme I saw once goes, the risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at maths…” 

Lana growled at her. 

“Okay okay. It was Styrak and the others. We look out for each other. The Sith should really try teamwork some time.” 

Lana seemed to accept that answer. The two women stepped out of the elevator and found themselves on a series of platforms, landing pads, and more catwalks. Clearly some sort of a staff area. With the power cut, the surrounding spires were lit by the setting sun, reflecting bright orange off the glass windows.  

“Koth? What’s your status?” Lana didn't waste any time sightseeing.

“Uhhh, ran into a little maintenance issue…” There was a loud explosion in the background. “Give me about three minutes.” 

Lana sighed. Bestia nodded. There was a whooshing sound and more skytroopers came up from below. 

“Three minutes. Got it.” Bestia grumbled. 

Slightly more than three minutes and far too many decimated droids later, the two make their way onto a landing pad. It’s eerily empty, compared to the endless barrage they had suffered before. It didn’t stay empty, as two Knights in golden armor jumped from a catwalk above, and pointed their lightsaber spears at Bestia. She grunted.

“Outlander! You are guilty of assassinating our immortal Emperor! Surrender and face justice!” 

Bestia rolled her eyes. 

“If he’s so immortal, then how come he’s dead?” 

This seemed to cross some wires inside the knights’ brains. Bestia didn’t wait for them to resolve their internal connection issues, and summoned up a red and black blast of Force Fear. When the knights looked over, they saw a huge beast of shadows and teeth bearing down on them. 

“I AM GUILTY OF NOTHING. NOW, FUCK OFF, OR ELSE.” Bestia bellowed, unleashing torrents of pure dread upon the knights. 

Both of them huddled over in fear, heads turning this way and that as their childhood fears of beasts lurking in the swamps of Zakuul were dredged up and conjured before their very eyes. The shorter knight backed away. 

“Away! Cursed Beast!” He sliced the air with his lightsaber, while his compatriot seemed more keen on fleeing. He jumped back up onto the catwalks. 

“Run, run!” 

And run the short knight would, if he weren’t picked up by the throat, choking. Lana seemed intent on choking the life out of him. Bestia stepped in. 

“Drop him. We don’t have time for this.”

“So they could come back for us again?”

“So I could scare the shit out of them again?” Bestia shrugged. She held two discarded lightspears in her hand. Finally, a weapon. Not her first choice, but she’d adapt. 

They made their way to the landing pad. It was a dead end, and there suddenly was a heavy oppressive presence behind them. They turned around, seeing Vaylin who had finally caught up with them. 

“I know the Outlander here. My dear brother is very intent on making a scapebeast out of her. But you…” She stared at Lana. “You, I don’t know.” 

“You know I didn’t kill your Emperor. You saw what happened. Let us go.” Bestia tried to reason. 

“Nah. Didn’t come out all the way here to leave with no bloodshed. That, and brother’s tantrums are really annoying.”

“Go, I’ll hold her off,” Lana pleaded.

"No. I’m tired of running. If I’m to die, at least I want to go fighting.” Bestia held up both spears, ready to fight to the death. 

There was a deep humming noise coming from below, and the two sun around to see a shuttle rise from below. They saw Koth in the pilot seat. 

“HEADS DOWN EYES CLOSED RUN LIKE HELL!!!” 

And run they did. Lana made the jump to the open ramp, but Bestia had to duck as a piece of the catwalk was torn out and thrown at the shuttle, causing it to veer sideways, its wing on fire. She jumped and barely made it, clinging onto the ramp like the pantran in that one holomovie her son liked so much. At least, she hoped, there wouldn’t be a treacherous sibling to throw her down to her death. Instead a hand came down and grabbed her by the scruff, pulling painfully at her hair. It pulled her up effortlessly, and then deposited her onto the floor of the ship. 

“Thanks” she managed. The ramp closed behind her, and she crawled to sit in a corner. 

The shuttle struggled to fly, barely dodging the shots from nearby gun placements. At least until they suddenly were powered down, and a silver astromech with blue flames on its sides rolled away proudly.

Bestia sat in the corner, her mask off, and completely exhausted. Lana’s cure seemed to have worked, and her organs weren’t trying to kill themselves as actively. Still, she felt off. She could feel the dreadseed she bonded with, stitching her insides fixed, but in the process, claiming more of her body. She needed to find Styrak, or at least a Force healer. She reached out to the other Dread Masters, but could barely sense anything. They didn’t feel dead at least, but it seemed like the Carbonite messed with something. Or maybe the others were hiding. 

“This will be a short ride” Koth said, piloting the ship through a tunnel that led outside the city spire.” Catch our new friend up on the last five years.” 

Bestia froze. 

“Wait. The last WHAT NOW?!” 

End notes:

For maximum effect, play "Roundabout" by Yes so it starts exactly when you read the last line.

[project1939]

Day 86- Film: Come Back Little Sheba 

Release date: December 23rd, 1952. 

Studio: Paramount 

Genre: Drama 

Director: Daniel Mann 

Producer: Hal B. Wallis 

Actors: Burt Lancaster, Shirley Booth, Terry Moore, Richard Jaeckel 

Plot Summary: A dysfunctional middle-aged couple, one of whom is a recovering alcoholic, rent a room to a young college girl. The resentment and regret it triggers pushes their fragile relationship to the edge. 

My Rating (out of five stars): **** ½  

It’s the next morning, and I’m still trying to come to grips with this movie! It was exceptional in so many ways, but it also physically hurt to watch. The characters and their lives were so bleak and sad, and the whole theme is kind of about lost ideals and lost dreams. 

The Good: 

Shirley Booth. It’s cliché to say she is the movie, but she is! She won the Oscar that year, and if she hadn’t, I’d invent a time machine just to travel back to the Oscars in 1953 to give it to her! Talk about an acting masterclass! It’s an astounding performance. When she feared her husband had relapsed, I was barely breathing. The anguish and blind fear on her face were heartbreaking. I could go on for pages, but suffice to say, it’s an unforgettable piece of film acting. 

The fact that it got made by Hollywood! I’m frankly shocked that such a bleak dark movie got made. Unlike other Hollywood adaptations, the ending was not changed to become happy, and a Hollywood screen star was not cast in the leading female role. The lead actress was also a woman in her 50s, which again is some kind of miracle for a Hollywood film. I loved it. 

The faithfulness to the play. This is kind of a continuation of the above. The play wasn’t changed to make it more palatable for the movie-going public. 

The stark realism. This looked like a film noir in a lot of ways. The sets were dirty and looked lived-in; there were scuffs and knobs missing on kitchen counter doors, for example. Emotionally it was just as stark- the core of the film was grief, regret, and despair. 

The fact that they didn’t make Lancaster have an affair with the girl. I feared this might happen somehow- the preview certainly might lead you to believe it. Thank god that didn’t happen! 

The writing in general. The dialogue sounded very natural, and it was interesting and well-written. 

The portrayal of AA. This is one of the most accurate portrayals of AA in a film that I’ve ever seen. It wasn’t sensationalized or romanticized. 

If Something to Live For was a melodramatic Hollywood version of life as a recovering alcoholic, this movie was as close to the unromantic reality as any fictional work I know. This feels real, especially in terms of how alcoholism affects the families of those who struggle with it. 

How emotionally affecting it was. This film packed more of an emotional wallop than anything else I’ve seen from 1952 except Ikiru. I felt like I needed extended time to recover from both of those films. And I loved both of them! 

The Bad: 

Burt Lancaster- who I absolutely adore- was clearly miscast here. He was 15 years younger than Booth and 15 years younger than the character he played. They greyed his temples and padded him a little so he would look paunchy, but it still didn’t entirely work. He looks altogether too handsome and manly for the role. His performance was good, though, I don’t have any complaints about that. It’s just that he was miscast. 

The movie poster- clearly the studio was afraid of putting two middle aged people on the poster, because both Lancaster and Booth look many years younger in the poster than they do in the film. 

[3rdbogwitch2theleft]

Watching The Rings of Power So You Don’t Have To - Episode 5

Welcome back to another episode of “Watching The Rings of Power So You Don’t Have To” where I sit through 8 hours of television to answer the question nobody asked “Is this show fun if you know who Sauron is the whole time?” 

This has been sitting in my drafts folder for weeks and tbh I was just going to stop posting these. BUT THEN one of my beloved friends found the Episode 4 post funny so guess who is back babyyy!

Changing up the format a bit. Here’s the 5 powers at play in episode 5

1. The power of a stellar performance.

Megan Richards is absolutely holding it down as Poppy Proudfellow in the Amnesia Gandalf & The Hobbits storyline. She anchors the storyline and she’s just an absolute joy to watch. 

2. The power of character development

It sure is hard to care about the Southlanders when the show didn’t establish that any of them except Bronwyn are cool people. It seems like the narrative hates them? I want to like them I want to care that they’re going to get murdered by orcs but the show is either totally ambivalent to them or actively makes the argument that they suck. The only characters we know are 

a) Bronwyn (who I genuinely like)

b) her troubled teen Theo (who I also like)

c) Theo’s horrible fellow delinquent friend

and d) Waldreg, an old man who answers the question “What is the Middle Earth equivalent of a senior citizen who loves Fox News?” 

Who are the rest of these people?? 

I desperately want to care and you won’t let me! 

There’s also a “we’re doomed by the actions of our ancestors” trope happening here that smacks a little too strongly of Original Sin for my taste. I know I know I know our boy JRR was devout Catholic so I can’t be surprised when I run head first into some dogma. I know but still

3. The power of language 

The thing about using flowery poetic language instead of direct and immediate language for high stakes interaction is that the poetry has to be good. If the language is beautiful (and so much the better if there is emotion and urgency in the performance) we’ll listen to entire sonnets when a sentence or two would suffice. How the fuck else do you explain the lasting success of Hamlet? I love the prince of Denmark, but that bitch is loquacious.  

However, if your language is mediocre you are sucking all of the life out of your scenes. ELVES I’m talking about the FUCKING ELVES. 

4. The power of unresolved sexual tension

This is the engine that powers the whole show. 🚂 Choo Choo! 🚂

I really like the forge confrontation scene they have in this episode. I think it’s genuinely interesting from a character perspective. It’s certainly one of the places the show feels the most thematically consistent, the “sometimes you have to touch the darkness to know which lights to follow” of it all. 

There is a lot I like about it so I’ll just share one thing to keep it brief. 

Galadriel gets to be a little unhinged which I’m all about. Halbrand/Sauron pushes her to admit why she can’t stop “fighting” aka hunting him (very fun)

Galadriel *thousands of years of bloodlust in her eyes*: 

Because I cannot stop! 

Halbrand/Sauron:

This scene sets them up as really kindred spirits in a lot of ways and makes the little knife twist of the tragedy that much sweeter. Sauron knows she’s going to reject him when she finds out. He says as much. But they just cannot stay away from each other. Even though one of them knows how it’s going to end and one of them refuses to see those red flags as anything but pretty crimson curtains.

5. The power of good combat

Galadriel has a scene where she’s dual wielding and training the Numenorian new recruits. It’s delightful.  

Every time I’m like “you know I think I’m done” they throw in some totally sick choreography and I’m back in at least for the moment. 

I wish there was more. 

So. Is this show fun if you know who Sauron is the whole time?

My brother in Eru, I could not have gotten through this show any other way. 

[theressomethingwrongwithsam]

Mortified!

There's this fantasy that gay porn has a part in. The fantasy is the “going into a changing room at the gym”.

I deliberately avoid going in the changing rooms and prefer to wear my kit to and from the gym, only a fifteen minute walk from my house. It’s not just because the reality of the changing room doesn't involve hot, oiled up men tugging each other off, but mainly because I'm shy about my body.

I was meeting my sister beforehand so I thought I'd be brave and use the changing rooms for once.

NEVER AGAIN!

As a sufferer of anxiety I was pretty stressed out walking in there, especially as it’s been years since I last used this room. I hunched my shoulders, took a deep breath and walked in there.

If this were a porn movie I'd have marched in there with my chest puffed out and there would be half a dozen topless guys making out with each other and groping crotches.

The reality was quite different: just two middle-aged men on benches getting changed in a very casual and non-sexual manner.

As I start to undress my anxiety levels pick up again and then, out of the corner of my eye, I spot my current gym-snack.

He's an instructor at my gym and he also works out there. He has a cute nest of dark blonde hair, a slight and very charming under-bite, a chest I'd just love to nestle my head into and the arse taken off of a statue of a Greek god.

I start to freak out. The guy I low-key fancy has just seen me in my worst pair of boxers!

So I can't look him in the eye as he walks around, inspecting the lockers or whatever he was doing, and I hurriedly put on my gym clothes feeling mortified that he's just seen a lot more of my flesh than I've seen of his.

Back up on the gym floor, I relax into my workout. I do keep a keen and slightly pervy eye on the snack whose name I have yet to find out and wish to cry out in bed as he ploughs me nice and hard.

I note the cute, confident smile he gives newbies, the curves of his body, the stretching of his jogging bottoms as they try to envelop his beautiful bum.

He has a habit of walking up and down the main walkway in the gym, often carrying pieces of gym equipment.

I'm sat on an exercise bike, building up a sweat, as he goes back and forth.

He walks in front of me shaking a protein drink. This I can deal with, though his wrist action, I can see, is very good.

He walks up and down again with a bottle of disinfectant. That's okay. He proceeds to fill up other bottles from the one in his hand.

I'm getting more chilled and I ramp up the difficulty on the exercise bike. What he does next causes my jaw to drop and my mind to explode into sexual fantasy land.

He walks by eating a banana!

And it's not just one of the fun-sized ones.

IT’S HUGE!

He eats it slowly and tenderly and I worry I might get an erection. He looks like he knows what he's doing and that banana is having a great time!

Suffice to say, I couldn't look at him again for the length of my session: another forty minutes, without picturing us together with a bowl of fruit and no clothes on.

I skulked passed him on my way out.

'Thank you,' I whisper, staring at his feet. I'm polite like that.

I'm considering changing gyms.

Your thoughts?

[ladylannisterxo]

“You’re so fucking cute.” And, “Don’t call me that.” With Eddie.

You got it, anon!

Pairings; Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Prompts # 55 and 72; "You're so fucking cute." + "Don't call me that." Words; 0.7k Warnings; Some teasing and implied smut but mostly fluff!

Eddie was in a mood to say the least. You had climbed into his van at the end of the day, like planned, and he peeled out of the parking lot without a single word in your direction. It was jarring, to be quite honest, a simple kiss would have sufficed. But instead of vocalizing your confusion, you’ve opted to stare at him instead.

Why? Well, because Eddie was fuming, fingers tightening and untightening against the steering wheel. Every once in a while you’d catch snippets of his mumbles and you pieced together that it had something to do with the D&D campaign that was slated for later in the evening. Something about Lucas being taken over to the dark side and the absolute audacity Dustin and Mike had to ask for a postponement.

After several sharp turns and you clutching onto the dash for dear life, you realize that you’re not headed in the direction of his trailer but further out toward Lover’s Lake.

“Ohh trying to get a little action, lover?” You tease.

He doesn’t rise to the bait, remaining completely silent as he takes another sharp turn. You turn your head to gaze out the window, not letting him see the cheeky grin plastered on your face. You know he’d think you were making fun of him and, in a way, you are but you can’t help yourself… Eddie Munson is cute when he gets mad. And it’s primarily because he never actually gets mad, about anything. You know you’d be sitting ramrod straight if he was the type that was a rage-filled sociopath but that’s not your Eddie. But, then again, he’s also not really mad, more like… frustrated, annoyed even.

Eddie comes to an immediate halt in the middle of a clearing overlooking the lake and cuts the engine. The two of you are bathed in complete silence and the warm glow of the afternoon sun. Feeling your eyes on him, he turns his gaze on you to find you with your lips pressed together and mirth dancing in your eyes.

He arches an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing! It’s just-,” you laugh, despite, “you’re so fucking cute when you get mad, babe.”

“I am not cute.” The word tastes bitter on his tongue. “Don’t call me that.” He turns his gaze from you then to look out the driver side window, an exasperated sigh falling from his lips.

“So, I suspect ‘adorable’ is also out of the question?” You stifle a giggle as he ignores you. Unbuckling your seatbelt, you slide yourself across the seat until you're pressed up against his side. You brush his hair back out of his face and nuzzle his cheek with your nose. “What about ‘pretty’?”

He exhales sharply, turning back to you. “Now who’s being cute?”

“You like me when I’m cute.”

And you know Eddie is beginning to melt when a soft smile fights its way onto his lips and a dusty pink flush begins to rise up his neck. You press a gentle kiss to his cheek, then his jaw, and absentmindedly, his fingers tangle themselves with yours. You smile against his skin.

“But I know what you’d prefer,” you say after a moment.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm, you prefer it when I call you ‘handsome’ or ‘sexy’, don’t you?” You ask, fingers dancing along his abdomen. “Maybe you’d even like it if I called you a ‘God amongst women’.”

“I do like the sound of that,” he murmurs, nose brushing against your own, “I also don’t hate when you call me ‘gorgeous’.”

“Oh, baby, it’s because you know you’re gorgeous.”

He laughs, a full Eddie laugh that has your heart flip flopping in your chest. His fingers card through your hair and then he’s stealing a kiss from your parted lips. You melt against him, hand cupping his jaw softly as the rest of the world fades away until there is nothing left but you and him.

“Thanks,” he says sheepishly, “ya know, for making me feel better.”

“Anytime, hot stuff.”

He grimaces, turning his face away to hide the blush rising to his cheeks.

“Hmm, not that one, huh?” You tease, poking his side. “How about ‘stud’?”

He launches himself at you then, pushing you until you're flat on your back and he’s hovering above you. His fingers dig into your sides, your laugh bouncing along the enclosed space, as he peppers kisses all over your face.

“I told you, I like the way ‘God amongst women’ sounds.”

You snort. “Well then, I suspect you show me how you’re a ‘God amongst women’ before I consider adding it to my rotation.” You grab his wrist, checking his watch. “Not like we don’t have plenty of time.”

[sluttywonwoo]

desperate || c.sc x reader

Summary: the first time seungcheol fucks you raw (sponsored by irresponsible decisions)

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

additional warnings: oral (m receiving), choking, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (bathroom), creampies

“Baby,” Seungcheol groaned against your neck in an attempt to get your attention, but if you’d heard him you were choosing to ignore him as you continued to grind down onto his lap with your head buried in his shoulder. “Baby,” he tried again, “I don’t have a condom.”

He was still desperately rifling through his wallet with one hand and digging through the pockets in his jeans with the other in the hollow hope that maybe he’d find one.

He always carried condoms with him, he had since before you had started dating. How the hell was he missing one now- then it dawned on him. Last month, at that bar back in London when you had been wearing nothing under your tight black skirt and he just had to have you… god damn it, Cheol, he thought to himself. He had used the last one then, when he fucked you in the bathroom that night. But now you were the needy one and he couldn’t even take the edge off for you.

Despite the circumstances at hand, Seungcheol’s body was reacting accordingly to your actions. His cock was straining against his jeans and he was almost positive you could feel his erection against your thigh. And if your moans were any indication, he was right.

He sighed into your shoulder, and used his hands to still your hips. Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout momentarily before you began pressing languid kisses to his neck, sucking hickeys right underneath his jaw.

“Y/n, I-I don’t have a condom,” Seungcheol stuttered out again and pushed on your shoulders to make sure you heard him this time.

“I don’t care,” you whined, slumping forward onto your boyfriend in defeat. “I want you so bad.”

“I know, darling,” he said in a hushed whisper, trying to ignore the way your hips were still rocking instinctively on top of his.

If you were at home it wouldn’t be such a big deal. Seungcheol could just pop out to the shops and be back within the hour with enough condoms to go as many rounds as you wanted. But you were all the way in Monaco at the F1 Grand Prix- it wasn’t like you could just come and go as you pleased, once your ticket was scanned at the beginning of the day you were stuck there because the no re-entry policy was strictly enforced at all exits. You’d learned that the hard way on the first day.

When asked later, your friends would claim not to know where you and Seungcheol had run off to. But everyone knew. You were a bit infamous for bathroom quickies, hence that night at the bar last month, and you had been before Cheol was in the picture. Bars, restaurants, movie theaters, clubs, and department stores were all fair game to you. Today was no different. Seungcheol was sitting on the counter with his back pressed against the mirror in one of the racetrack’s tiny, one-person facilities and you were straddling his lap.

Everything had been going routinely when Seungcheol broke the news and you felt your heart (or rather, your pussy) shatter into a million pieces. He just looked so goddamn good in that pink shirt with his hair slicked back like that… fuck. And the way he’d been acting this weekend, so casually confident with his friends and the racers, it brought out something primal in you.

“You want my fingers?” Seungcheol offered, holding up the middle and ring fingers on his left hand.

You shook your head. “Just want you.”

He chuckled lightly and brushed your hair out of your eyes. You knew you were being a brat, but you were too desperate to care.

“I know, but I already told you-”

“I don’t care that you don’t have a condom,” you sighed. “Just go without.”

Seungcheol blinked at you in surprise. “Wha- are you sure?”

In all the time that you had been dating, you and Seungcheol had never had sex without protection. It wasn’t that you were opposed to the idea, you were on the pill, but you had always been overly cautious and you and Seungcheol had never really… talked about it before.

“Y/n?” You had fallen silent.

“Hm?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You could only nod at first before you could verbalize.

“I need to hear you say it,” he murmured, voice an octave lower than it had been a second ago.

“I’m sure,” you managed, “please, Cheol.”

He smirked, biting his lip. “Of course, baby.”

You pushed yourself off of him and watched as he unfastened his belt. Your mouth watered as he pulled at the button and zipper on his jeans and you thought for a brief moment about how pathetic you were.

But as soon as Seuncheol had freed himself from his pants you found yourself not caring anymore. The humiliation burning in your cheeks melted back into want and you felt the temperature in your whole body rise a degree or two.

Seungcheol pushed his jeans down to where they sat bunched around his thighs and looked at you expectantly.

“Ready, angel?” he asked, dark eyes giving you a onceover.

It wasn’t often that you were the one fully clothed and Seungcheol was the one exposed to you, but on the rare occasion it did happen you liked to take advantage of it.

“Wait, can I?” Your gaze fell to his lap and he cursed.

“Always.”

You smiled and licked your lips as you bent over to take him into your mouth. Seungcheol wasn’t the biggest you’d ever had, but his cock was still able to hit the back of your throat, which you loved. You suppressed your gag reflex as best you could while you sucked him off, feeling the arousal simmering in your stomach multiply tenfold just because of how full your mouth was. He brought a fist to his lips and bit down on his hand to stifle his moans, tangling his other hand in your hair.

He twirled your hair around his fingers into a makeshift ponytail and tugged gently. You moaned around his cock and took him even deeper so that the tip of your nose was pressed against his pelvis.

“God, y/n,” Seungcheol groaned, bucking his hips upwards into your mouth. “Sorry,” he grunted.

“S’okay,” you said with a smile, still somehow managing to keep your pace.

“So desperate for my cock, you’d take it any way you can get it, huh?”

You whined in response and nodded your head. You heard him laugh, then choke when you pulled off of him. He scowled at you as you licked a stripe from the base of his cock, along the vein, to the head, before taking him fully in your mouth again, making him throw his head back in pleasure.

“Stop, stop, I’m close,” he warned and pulled you off his cock by your hair.

If you weren’t so intent on having him inside you you would’ve finished him off there. He looked so hot like that- jaw clenched with restraint, stomach taught and firm, even under his shirt. And the way he looked down at you while you sucked his dick, fuck.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and leaned in to kiss your boyfriend on the lips. He met you halfway and pressed his lips to yours, smiling into the kiss. The taste of champagne lingered on his lips.

“C’mon, baby,” Seungcheol grunted and motioned for you to climb on top of him.

You did just that and hiked your skirt higher up on your thighs, pushing your panties to the side so that he could have easy access to you.

You reached for him and used your knees to brace yourself on the counter before he held out a hand to stop you.

“Wait,” he said breathlessly, “let me taste you first.”

You watched as reached a hand under your skirt and used two of his fingers to collect your arousal before bringing them to his lips and sucking it off. When he was satisfied with his work he offered the same two fingers to you.

“Open,” he instructed.

You sucked his fingers into your mouth as he’d asked and moaned around them, which might have been a little over the top, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Seungcheol retracted his fingers after a couple seconds and kissed you again, cupping your face with both of his hands. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you whimpered. You could taste yourselves on each other’s lips, but as you continued to make out they became indiscernible, a mix of both of you. All you knew was that you couldn’t get enough.

Seungcheol struggled to pop the first few buttons on your shirt, but eventually got the hang of it, and unbuttoned the rest with ease, exposing your chest to the cold air.

“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of your tits,” he whispered, mostly to himself.

You rolled your eyes and pushed his shoulder lightly. “Cheol, stop teasing me,” you begged.

Your entire body ached. You were clenching around nothing at this point and it was torture. You needed something inside of you right that minute and if Seungcheol wouldn’t give it to you your own fingers would have to suffice.

“I’m not teasing you,” he insisted earnestly.

“Then fuck me already!”

He smirked for what felt like the millionth time and raised an eyebrow.

“You’re going to have to keep your voice down if you don’t want us to get caught, darling. Do you think you can do that?”

You nodded fervently, knowing it was a boldfaced lie. Seungcheol knew it too- you had literally just been yelling at him to fuck you seconds earlier, but you were already this far and he’d made you wait so long already.

“C’mere,” he said lowly and put a hand on the small of your back to pull you closer. “Spit,” he commanded and held out his hand for you. You spat into his palm and watched as he used his hand to pump his cock a couple of times, ensuring that it was lubricated enough for you to take comfortably.

He then lined himself up with you and held back a groan as you sank down onto his cock. You sighed in relief at the feeling and wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself. You stayed there like that for a minute or so, not moving, just enjoying how full you felt.

Seungchel always felt good inside of you, but like this… without discomfort of the condom, without the resistance of the rubber or the texture of the latex, without anything in between you… it was indescribable. You could feel every vein, every curve of Cheol’s cock. You could feel his pulse in your pussy and the sensation was enough to make you forget how to speak.

“G-god,” you gasped.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Seungcheol muttered through clenched teeth.

“Feels so good,” you mumbled.

Seungcheol managed a smile and brushed your hair out of your face. His smile faltered when you began to ride him without warning and he choked out your name along with a string of profanities.

You rocked your hips forward to meet Cheol’s over and over again, moaning quietly every time the head of his cock brushed your g-spot. It wasn’t long before Seungcheol was doing most of the work, slamming into you like his life depended on it. It was actually impressive, how hard he was fucking you in the position he was in. He was sitting upright with all of your weight on top of him and was still railing you like it was nothing.

“Is this what you wanted?” Seungcheol asked, voice low and gravelly. “For me to fuck you like a slut?” You could only nod. “Answer me,” he demanded. “Are you such a desperate fucking cockslut that you couldn’t wait a few more hours like a good girl?”

“Yes!” you cried.

Seungcheol brought a hand to your throat and wrapped his fingers around it, rubbing his thumb along your pulsepoint. He squeezed lightly, smiling darkly when your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” he asked, knowing you were close.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“Do you think you can be quiet?”

“Yes. Please, Cheol-”

“Please what?”

“Please can I cum? I-I need to cum, fuck!”

You fell over the edge before your boyfriend could respond, not even allowing him the chance to get a word in before your entire body was overcome by waves of pleasure. Your vision went white as you rode out your orgasm and Seungcheol held onto you tightly the whole time, whispering praises in your ear as you came down even though you knew you were in for it later.

Your thighs were still trembling when the aftershocks had finally subsided and you gave Seungcheol a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby,” he assured you. “I made you wait long enough.”

“You were teasing me! I knew it!”

He kissed you chastely on the lips and winked. “Couldn’t resist. You’re so fucking hot when you’re desperate.”

“Fuck you.”

“You already did.”

“And if I remember correctly, you haven’t come yet. I could always leave you hanging-”

“No! No, I’m sorry,” he apologized hastily.

You laughed and pushed his curls out of his face as you began to ride him again, ignoring your own arousal still burning in your stomach. Seungcheol cursed, letting you know that he was right there on the edge.

“Where do you want me to cum? Your mouth? Your chest?” You didn’t answer and leaned down to kiss his neck instead. “Baby, I can’t,” he rasped, “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

“I want you to,” you whispered.

“What?”

“I want you to cum inside me, Cheol. Want you to fill me up-” your pleas were cut off with a moan as Seungcheol came and you felt him tense underneath you as spurt after spurt of cum filled your cunt. If you thought you had felt full before-

You threw your head back at the feeling and helped your boyfriend ride out his high. It wasn’t enough to make you cum a second time, but the way his cock throbbed inside of you, the way he clenched his jaw and bit his lip as he came… it certainly… sparked something within you.

Seungcheol was out of breath by the time he could open his eyes again and when he did he smiled at you from underneath messy hair and hooded eyelids, completely blissed out. He pulled out of you slowly, watching his cum drip out of you and onto the counter.

He turned around and snatched a few paper towels from the dispenser on the opposite wall and handed half the stack to you while he used the other half to wipe down the counter.

“What a gentleman,” you said sarcastically as you used the towels to clean yourself off. You knew when you stood up there would likely be more dripping down your legs, and that was if you could stand, but you would have to cross that bridge when you got to it.

“And they say romance is dead,” he quipped back cheekily, holding his hand out for your half of the used paper towels.

“Can’t imagine why.”

You watched from the counter as he threw them away and washed his hands. He pulled a couple more paper towels from the dispenser and wet them in the sink before making his way back over to you and just tossing them between your open legs.

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Reiji Dark [01]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in the hallway of the Sakamaki manor

Reiji: ...

Yui: Ah...Reiji-san. 

Reiji: ...Yes?

Yui: Are you going somewhere? 

Reiji: No, I do not have any plans to head out.

Furthermore, if I were to head somewhere, why would I need to inform you?

Yui: ( Uu...Seems like he’s in a bad mood again today... )

Reiji: Anyway...Your posture. 

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: You’re slouching. Honestly...It’s deplorable. 

Yui: I don’t think I’m standing any different from usual....?

Reiji: I suppose that means your way of walking always lacks refinement. 

Yui: I’m sorry...

Reiji: I suppose I have no other choice. I shall make some time right away to give you a lesson on proper walking etiquette.

Yui: Eh? ...Right here!?

Reiji: Why of course. Teaching someone manners should be done right away, on the spot.

Yui: Teaching me manners...?

( What a horrible way to put it. )

Reiji: Try to stand straight by yourself at first. 

Yui: O-Okay. 

( I usually never think about how I stand, but knowing that he’s watching me closely is kind of making me nervous... )

( Um, I have to straighten my back... )

*Rustle*

Yui: Um...Like this?

Reiji: ...Haah.

I cannot see any improvement at all. You truly are hopeless. 

Come here. I shall help straighten your back.

*Rustle*

Yui: Wah...!

ー He pulls her close

Reiji: You need to focus on the muscles in your lower back and imagine that you are being pulled up from your head. 

Be careful not to hunch, okay?

Yui: ...!

( I-It tickles when he whispers in my ear...! )

Reiji: The posture of your back is looking considerably better now. 

Now you just need to be mindful of your gluteus maximus...

Yui: Gluteus maximus...?

Reiji: The muscles in your rear. Right around here, I believe...

Yui: Wah...! Reiji-san, where are you touching me...!? 

Reiji: Be quiet. I am going through the effort of showing you because you lack such basic knowledge. 

Yet you are making me sound like a molester...How infuriating. 

Yui: B-But...

Reiji: Oh dear? You have something to say in return?

Selection

→ Protest (S)

Yui: I don’t think you have to touch me in such a way though...

Reiji: Why yes, under normal circumstances. 

However, your memory is exceptionally poor. Therefore, I doubt just a simple explanation will suffice. 

Hence, I have opted for a more direct, physical approach. 

Yui: But...

Reiji: I am being so kind as to thoroughly teach you everything, yet you still complain? 

Please remember that I will not hesitate to shut you up by force if you continue to talk back? 

Yui: ...

→ Keep quiet (M)

Yui: ( I doubt trying to talk back will change anything... )

Reiji: ...You look rather displeased. If there is something you wish to share with me, go ahead?

Yui: ...No, it’s okay...

Reiji: Well then...Let us take our time to teach your body. 

Yui: ...

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: ...Heh, you are not getting away.

Straighten your legs. 

Yui: O-Okay...

Reiji: Lift your chin a bit more. ...That’s starting to look more like it. 

Yui: ( While his mood seems to have improved... )

( This lesson is bad for my heart...! )

Reiji: There will be a test at the end. If you manage to passーー

Yui: ( Somebody is coming this way...! If they see me like this... )

Reiji: Are you worried about the footsteps? Even though you’re in the middle of your training right now...What am I going to have to do with you?

Yui: ( Shoot! )

N-No...It doesn’t bother me or anything. 

Reiji: I’ve had enough of that attitude of yours.

...I shall take my leave now.

 ー Reiji steps back

Yui: Eh? You’re leaving?

Reiji: I do not want to spend time with a woman who allows herself to be distracted by some other man. ...Well then. 

ー Reiji leaves

Yui: Reiji-san...

( Usually I’d be relieved right now but... )

( I wonder why I feel so sad watching him walk away...? )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー