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[yridenergyridenergy]

Phalaris Vol.II - Kanazawa-shi Culture Hall [2023/05/18] live report

SETLIST

Hibiki

Schadenfreude

Mouai ni Shosu

Devote My Life

Utsutsu, Bouga o Kurau

Ningen wo Kaburu

13

Uroko

Eddie

GRIEF

Beautiful Dirt

Otogi

The Perfume of Sins

ENCORE

Dozing Green (acoustic)

un deux

T.D.F.F.

Sustain the Untruth

Revelation of mankind

Holy hell, another excellent show!

The first thing that hit me at Kanazawa-shi Culture Hall was that I wasn't passed the memo for shimote? There were so many young women wearing pretty little dresses. They also happened to not move that much, barely headbang during the show. I wonder if they had photoshoots in Kanazawa's old village neighbourhood and wanted to remain prim and proper for Kaoru and Toshiya. Anyway, because of the chairs' disposition and the fact that the fan in front of me decided to occupy the aisle on her right (technically allowed), I had an unobstructed view of all of the members. Tomorrow, on the shinkansen back to Tokyo, or on the long flight back home in the next few days, I'll try to commit to paper my memory of every member's look and outfits!

Shinya had his traditional white top with black pants, Die had his black and white-lined tunic tucked into a belt with the Roman soldier kind of leather leggings and his usual bold mascara, Toshiya wore the black lace veil version of his outfit, Kaoru came in with the dual-patterned suit (the top is black & white while the pants are black and leopard yellow/orange) and finally, Kyo adorned his the dark version of his outfit, with the G.I.S.M. T-shirt.

Before I cut the post for a shorter version, the rest appearing after the break below, I HAVE to mention the dance that Toshiya does during Eddie and that we all seem to be forgetting! It's the segment where essentially just Shinya is playing, the second time "Shimatsugaki wa kaki oeta ka? Mirai o sute doko e daibu?" is sung, in a more comical voice. Toshiya gets low, bending his knees, and he starts doing what I can only describe as a "happy dance", throwing his arms high and low, doing exaggerated steps in a circle while this is played. The only gif I could find to illustrate that is this, but crouched:

Also, for Eddie, almost nobody was singing. At some point, Kyo got pissed and threw his mic impulsively in the air backward, almost landing on Shinya's drums. For the long seconds of vocal silence that followed with Kyo not so much glaring as intimidatingly and expectantly staring at the centre of the crowd, it sounded like I was the only one shouting the whole near-end lyrics? People please, learn Eddie! It's not my favourite song on the album and I don't know the lyrics by heart, but I can make vaguely similar sounds that satisfy Kyo! He eventually picked up his mic again to resume singing from "Kusodomo ga" (Shitholes) to finish the song in frustration.

GRIEF followed and it looked like Kyo was still pissed and sang with more fury. In fact, I'd say that the Eddie performance affected the encore all the way until maybe halfway into un deux, at which point Kyo demanded us to sing with him, higher and more, which fans did join in mass this time.

Going back to the start, Hibiki and Schadenfreude seemed like they had even more passion by the band than before. It sounded like nobody shouted "Ikedomo jigoku ka" with me though? By the way, Hibiki's backdrop is very beautiful, showcasing a bunch of flower coloured lines in water, a bit like if ink is dropped in that liquid and that it eventually hangs in suspension.

Mouai ni Shosu I'm sure is where Kyo puts his arms wide up to his side and dances a bit with his feet, slowly, while staring at us very intently like he controls us.

Throughout the show, it seemed to me like Kaoru came out from his spot way more. There was something he saw in us because he kept teasing us with his head bending to the side, he came up to place a foot on the ledge more often and he sped up to the left arm of the stage almost as soon as the occasion presented. Usually, Toshiya is the one visiting us at the front all the time and Kaoru stays back. Kind of the same thing with Die actually. I noticed yesterday that Die is in his own little world on the right side of the stage, just disappearing off-stage during instrument switches or breaks, whipping his hair back at all odd times, etc. Anyway, it was great to see Kaoru more out there/here!

In Devote My Life, Kyo trotted toward the right arm of the stage right away, jumping over the equipment and then swaying his head there as he asked for the crowd to chant. He came back to the centre and I think Toshiya did the same either in that song or another, but on his way back to the main stage, Toshiya's jump involved really bending his knees along with reclining his bass, which made the jump total rockstar-style for a mere second!

Kyo ran to the left arm of the stage near the end of Utsutsu, Bouga o Kurau, and he did the first: "eranananananaze nanda" (he seems to add and roll an r at the start rather than just go with nana for the whole series), followed by a pause and: "Sore!" right before we're supposed to chant the second series ourselves, but he was already making his way back to the centre of the stage and I'm not sure how well he heard anyone in the crowd. In any case, he clearly was not satisfied this time, but he has reacted worse. Then he extends his hand and belts out those "Ooooooh in mind" lines to conclude the song epically as always!

In Ningen wo Kaburu, I heard a bit more clearly this time that Kyo changed the lyrics. Most of the time, he asks us to chant: "Dare no tame ni ikiru darou?" but he changes it occasionally to shout off-melody about doing it for his own sake, I believe? It was 'ore no', right?

For 13, again that one seemed a few inches more intense than usual, with the face being ripped forcefully off when singing emotionslly about throwing it all away. Man, I can't shake the feeling that we're supposed to be singing Die's backup vocals of: "in the dark, in the heart of, here's everything, Never die." It just doesn't seem right that this moment has no engagement from the crowd. Not to mention that most fans do not move during this song even if it's so powerful and rock- y and that the band goes hard on stage.

I can't remember in which song, but Kyo was so intense in his steps that he bumped backward into his mic stand, which wobbled but thankfully did not fall on Shinya's drums. Kyo glanced a bit worriedly at it but quickly went back to the performance like a professional.

Also, somewhere in the second half of the main setlist, in one of the breaks, Toshiya poured water from his plastic bottle on himself, mainly on his head but I think also on his chest, his back turned to us. He finished by spitting some water upward like a fountain before turning to face us.

Otogi starts in silence with Kyo hitting his forehead, head bent, with his microphone, which he holds with both hands. You can hear heavy breathing, maybe hints of sniffs even. The screen fills up with bright, bright red from the bottom, Kaoru's distortion fills the air and Shinya hints of beats flutter after a while. The song then turns turns really heavy. Toshiya makes various gestures, concealing his eyes with both hands at one point, but he starts the song by holding his hand and his bass high, becoming a proud silhouette against the vivid red.

Then, the spinal mic stand comes forth and Kyo does eery little noises, only to blast out: "NOSE, EYES, EARS" out of nowhere, it's always unexpected! There was so much smoke after "The sound of the brain dying" throughout the song that Kyo was hidden from sight eventually.

The song ended and it seemed like even Kyo took a moment to grasp that it was the end of the main setlist. In fact, the entire band didn't seem ultra aware. It was just that kind of show, so awesome!

The band came back for the encore, Shinya as usual clothed in black with the tour T-shirt, Die with a lose black shirt, his very short leather shorts and the aforementioned tights, Toshiya changed his top for the classy sleeveless dress shirt and Kaoru finally took off his patterned jacket and came back with the leopard pants and his black dress shirt. I don't know how he keeps his layered outfits for the entire main setlist all the time while every other member besides Shinya slowly divests themselves as the heat becomes overbearing! But anyway, what shocked us the most was Kyo returning to the stage with HEAVY black makeup on the lips, as well as on his eyelids now! With the tone of Dozing Green in acoustic and the beginning of un deux, combined with the poor reception he got during Eddie, Kyo looked downright depressed but nevertheless intimidating. With his somewhat spiky blond hair, he reminded me of his Kisou look a bit.

After un deux successfully lightened the mood with reconciliation, T.D.F.F. got everybody totally crazy. We were jumping and headbanging, Toshiya went to the left arm of the stage again for his solo, and Kaoru took notice of shimote's dedication to the song so he walked up front and mouthed a "hey" or whatever with us. He peered really intensely, seriously at all places in the shimote section, it was almost unnerving! Kyo tends to stare at no particular spot, basically a bit above the crowd, while Toshiya and Die smile and stare slightly but then they focus on playing. Kaoru was taking his sweet time scanning the entire crowd on his side of the venue yo. He'd nod from time to time when our reaction wad energetic enough.

It must have been in the encore, because I'm confident that Kaoru was wearing only his black dress shirt, Kyo sprinted back to what seemed to be his crate in the centre, so Kaoru peered at that and prepared to head back to shimote but Kyo was quicker and he placed his hand on Kaoru's left shoulder, holding him there as he passed and made his own way to shimote instead, telling Kaoru that it was fine to stay there for now. It's crazy how gaga we become for those small interactions just because they come off as such an antisocial or asocial band, but it works!!!

At one point, I'd say either during Beautiful Dirt or in the encore with Sustain the Untruth, Kyo stared at someone behind the VIP rows and mocked the weakness of their raised hand. When perhaps the fan in question raised their second arm, he imitated that and the way he did it, it clearly made a fool of the lack of energy dispensed. Again, he gestured for the neck to be ruined instead and began dancing on his spot like in Sustain the Untruth.

The last song came and Kyo stood on his crate. He asked us repetitively if we could go, putting his hand over his face and sniffing like he wasn't sure or convinced, which prompted me to scream before he asked again and everybody in the crowd joined as well in the cheer. Kyo then went: "KAAAAAANAAAAZAAAWAAAAAA", followed by: "KAAAAAAAAAAANAAAAAAAAAAAzawa". He compelled us to keep it up for the last song a couple of times more, after which he screamed: "Then die!" roughly, adding "Last Song" quickly almost like an after-thought immediately after as the first notes of Revelation of mankind began.

What ensued was headbanging, some joint singing between the crowd and Kyo, and a beautiful final. By the end, he had almost none of the black makeup left on the lips, maybe only at the corners of his mouth, but none dripping on his chin due to sweat - maybe stuck on his mic or he swallowed it while singing? At the end, he just stood there exhausted and wiped the rest of it off, only the eyes still shadowed. Kyo clapped multiple times, nodding like we deserved those claps, until Shinya's finishing beats. Then he clapped some more, pointed at the young girl with the headphones in the crowd and doing the finger hook to her a couple of times, nodding and pointing twice at his temples, making it obvious he was refering to her. Then he turned his attention back to the whole crowd, stepped back a couple of inches, belted out: "KANAZAWA" micless, then: "Bye Bye" in the same fashion with a curt wave of his hand, and left.

Shinya threw his drumsticks from on top of Kyo's crate afterward and as he left the stage, he walked squarely far, more than a metre away from Kaoru as he passed. Kaoru had been collecting some picks from his micstand and he slightly smirked at Shinya on the latter's way out. The three remaining members on stage threw stuff mostly in the back. I guess they really want to make use of the stage's arms on the side to reach parts of the crowd that they couldn't have access to from a general-admission type of venue.

Toshiya left rather early tonight and didn't seem all that smiley, but he bowed respectfully and appreciatively before leaving.

I think there was a small interaction between Die and Kaoru as they crossed path to alternate the side of the stage that they were donating picks to.

And as you already know, Kaoru did the magic trick of throwing a pick, we look up and get blinded by the lights in the ceiling, look back down to see where it landed, and Kaoru's right there opening his palm with his mouth wide open in a smirk, expression falsely surprised, then he popped it out of his palm and next thing I know, I flex my left hand while people around me are looking everywhere at the ground for the pick and there it is, something solid apparently landed in my palm! Woooo!

What a wonderful way to end this streak of seven shows that I was able to see this tour! I hope everyone will have an amazing time for the following, concluding shows, as well as during the Petit Brabançon but even more so the sukekiyo tour this summer, you lucky fellows!

[stayxlix]

HELLO HI I LOVE OFF THE DEEP END WITH LIKE MY WHOLE HEART 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️ heres like a few quotes from the series that I found in my camera roll cause I adore ur writing um okay anyway

"Something so beautiful caught between two deadly, violent things. A ready weapon and himself." PLSSS MY JAW DROPPED AND I WAS LIKE WHATTT.

"You never wanted to go back. You wanted every night to be like this, underneath the freedom promised by the boy that constellations of his own beneath his eyes." IM SO SOFT </33 i normally love fluffy shit and i feast on the little soft moments we get between these two.

""Princess-" You spinned around at the sound of his voice. Standing with the bike between his leg, he grabbed your face with rough hands and planted a soft kiss to your lips. "-Go."" BE SO SERIOUS RN I DIED.

"With the wisdom of someone far beyond his age, Chan became a guiding light for Felix. He instilled in Felix a moral compass, and although it might have been a broken compass that didn't function correctly all the time, at least it was there. At least Chan was there, to guide Felix back whenever the needle threatened to point in the wrong direction." YOU HAD ME STUNNED I FR SAT THERE FOR A SECOND AND I WAS LIKE HOLY SHI T THATS GOOD.

along with these there's also just a bunch of times where he calls the reader princess like im just a sucker for the nickname since shes basically a princess and its accurate and specific to the story and its just UGH EVERYTHING IS SO GOOD.

anyway i hope youre having a fantastic day i did this instead of finishing the story im working on rn but I CANT HELP MYSELF I LOVE OTDE SO MUCH

HI DEAR💕oh, where do i even begin?? all day i’ve been stuck on how you said you got these quotes from your camera roll because wow..just wow. im speechless.🥹 the fact that you have them saved in your camera roll is incredibly touching and heartwarming and it has me absolutely floored like i cannot express how much this means to me.😭😭

to send a list of some of your favorite quotes is such a creative way to send in an ask (and i know i wrote the thing but gosh these really are some of my favorites too🥹) and omg don't even get me started on "princess"..i melt every single time i see this used in a fic, its always been my favorite and im so glad you think it fits the story. tbh i get so excited over the fact that he uses it because shes basically an actual princess, and it makes my heart really happy to know that you feel the same.🤭

ah babe ilysm, thank you so much for this. thank you for taking the time to pick out and share some of your favorite quotes, and thank you for making the start to my week a bright one.🥹 i hope your day/night (whatever it may be where you are) has been even more fantastic (and full of inspiration for you to finish your story💕) sending so much love your way.🤗🤗

[spaghettitheft]

girls are just so amazing cause dating them would be like just giving them compliments always and they’d give u complimebts always and such POSITIVE REINFORCEMENT

[afleetingimpressixn]

she Knows

[saraastyles]

"Uhm hi"

Summary | You and Peter have a crush on each other. When he comes over on a late night your relationship might progress into something more than friendship.

Pairing | Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Warnings | swearing, maybe a little bit of smut

WC | 2.4K

It was no secret that you had a fat ass crush on a certain spidey boy. It wasn't like you tried to hide it or anything, you just hadn't made that big of a deal out of it.

Peter being the oblivious bean that he is, obviously didn't notice your attempts at flirting with him. He just thought that your actions towards him, were purely that of friendship. He noticed you were always worried about him, but then again, you were worried about all your friends.

However, what you didn't know was that Peter also had a not so little crush on you.

Everyone could see it. From the way he hugs you like it's the last time he'll be able to touch you, to the way his gaze would linger on you just a tad longer than a 'normal' friend's would've.

In conclusion you are two very oblivious idiots who are very madly in love with each other.

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"Maybe I should do something productive for once.", you thought to yourself. It wasn't a bad idea, seeing as you had quite a bit of homework that you needed to catch up on. "I'll just finish this one episode of friends and then I'll get started.", you say that every single day and never, and I repeat never, have you actually done that. "No, fuck it, I need to get up right this second and do it!" you said to yourself as you sat up, determined to get some shit done. First you walked over to the fridge. "You can't do work on an empty stomach." You made some food and walked to your room. You've always liked the big windows and of course the amazing view your room held. New York really is beautiful. You sat down at your desk and got out your laptop to get started. You decided to start with physics, it's easy so why not get it done first? After finishing physics, you decided to catch up on your Spanish homework and after that just wrap up that essay for English, that you were actually quite proud of.

"Y/N DINNER'S READY!"

"OKAY, I'M COMING!"

You hurried back to the kitchen, excited to see what you had for dinner. You were really hoping on that amazing pasta Steve sometimes makes, with the expensive cheese that smells so horrible, but tastes so damn great. Your mouth watered just thinking about it.

As you walked into the kitchen you were met with a different sight though. Not one that you would've expected, but entertaining nonetheless. On the floor you saw taco shells, sliding down the cabinets were beans, you think, it kind of looks like shi-. You know what? Let's not get into that.

"I TOLD YOU THE SHELLS WERE HOT, BARNES. WHY DON'T YOU EVER LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY?"

"BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE YOU, THAT'S WHY, STARK. ALWAYS ORDERING ME TO DO STUFF. I'M NOT YOUR MAID, YOU ASSHAT."

"CALM DOWN MORTALS, I'VE GOT THIS."

"NO, THOR DON'T!", you said as he was about to cast a whole ass lightning bolt to somehow fix the broken taco shells. You didn't really see the logic behind that one, but then again, it's Thor, so there's never really much logic.

After stopping Thor, which took quite a few "THOR YOU CAN'T FIX BROKEN TACO SHELLS WITH LICHTNING". You all decided to just order some pizza and eat it on the couch.

You were watching the nature channel, for some godforsaken reason you did not know, but it was all okay. You chuckled at the way Steve, Bucky, and Thor were staring at the screen, mesmerised by all the animals they saw. After you all finished your pizza, you decided to go back to your room to finish the last of your homework.

It was around eleven, when you decided to stop working and just chill in your room for the rest of the night, scrolling on TikTok. Around twelve you had fallen asleep, your phone still in hand. After a while you woke up because you heard some rustling in your room.

"Hello??" "Who is there?"

"It's me, Peter." "Parker"

"Jesus Peter, you scared the life out of me. You could've texted me, or knocked, like a normal person, you know.", you say, in a hushed tone. You take a look at him, sweet lord he looked good. Wearing the spidey suit, his hair a bit ruffled because of the mask. He looked like the most cuddly thing ever

"I did text you y/n. You just didn't answer, so I decided to just come over anyways.", Peter spat back at you, quickly moving over to the bathroom to change into some comfier clothes.

"And why exactly are you here? If I may ask?", you ask as he walked out of the bathroom in some plaid pyjama pants and a t-shirt with some dorky science pun on it. He looked so comfy and relaxed and kind of hot but that's besides the point.

"I couldn't sleep, so I decided to just patrol for a few hours, but then I thought about you and decided to come over to watch a movie or something. I thought you would still be awake."

"Well, you were wrong.", you say, a blush creeping up on your cheeks at the thought of Peter rather spending time with you than patrolling.

"But it's okay because you're cute.", you say, smiling at him.

Whenever Peter gets a compliment, he gets all blushy, and you swear it's the cutest thing you've ever seen.

"Well, you're cute too.", he says, coming up to your bed and laying down next to you.

You take out your laptop to set up the movie.

"What movie do you want to watch?"

"Can we watch Harry Potter? Please?", Peter says, giving you puppy eyes. You can't help but cave, I mean, look at him. Doesn't he look like the sweetest person ever right now?

"Okay, but next time we're watching something else. We've watched Harry Potter eight times already!"

"Okay y/n, sure.", Peter says, knowing full well that you're going to watch Harry Potter the next time.

After a while you get sleepy and lay your head on Peter's shoulder. He lays his head on top of yours.

When Peter sees you're asleep he closes the laptop and slowly slips out of bed. The loss of warmth makes you wake up. Peter is always so nice and warm. He's like your personal heater.

"Where are you going? Aren't you going to stay here? You can't go back home now! It's way too late to be out on the street!", you ramble on, worry evident in your voice.

"Relax y/n, I was just putting your laptop away, so we wouldn't crush it."

"Oh, okay."

"So, you are staying over then?"

"Yes. If you don't mind of course. I mean, I can go home, it's no big deal, it'll take me like ten minutes. I should just go home, you know what I'm going home.", Peter rambles.

"Peter. You're staying over. It'll be fun! Besides, I don't want you to go out into the city at this hour."

"Y/n. I'm Spider-Man. I think I can handle myself."

"Yeah okay, maybe that's true, but I would also just like it if you stayed over. We can do some fun stuff. OH! WE SHOULD DO FACE MASKS! PETER, LAY DOWN I'M GOING TO GET THEM!", you practically yelled at him.

Peter laughed at the way you went from sleepy to wide awake in a matter of seconds.

Storming out of the bathroom with a dozen face masks in your hands, you pushed Peter down on the bed, forcing him to lay still. You sat down on top of him to apply the face mask.

He looked at you with admiration in his eyes, as he saw the way you were so concentrated on applying the face mask neatly. Biting your lip, something you always did when you were concentrated, you looked adorable, he thought.

After applying the face mask, the close proximity of your faces became evident, your noses only a few inches apart. You looked him in the eyes. Those beautiful honey brown eyes, that you've grown to love so much. His eyes meeting yours. It was like time stood still for a second. You were in your own little world. Just you and Peter, forever.

After what seemed like forever, he swiftly looked down at your lips. You took the hint and slowly leaned in. Your lips now almost touching. He looked at your lips again and that was all you needed. You slowly pushed your lips on his, completely forgetting he was still wearing that face mask. You didn't care. All you wanted in that moment was to just kiss him. Kiss Peter. Kiss your bestfriend.

KISS YOUR BESTFRIEND.

HOLY SHIT, YOU WERE KISSING YOUR BESTFRIEND, WHO YOU'VE HAD THE BIGGEST CRUSH ON FOR MONTHS! IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING!

After a while you moved away. Peter's face mask now also your face mask.

You looked down at him. God, he looked cute, grinning like an idiot.

"So..."

"So..."

"I really like you.", you both said at the exact same time.

Slowly it sunk in, relief washing over the both of you, knowing that your feelings are mutual.

"Well, I'd love to keep this up, but we have to wash of the face mask, or your face is going to be stained blue for the next couple of days."

"Oh okay, yeah let's not do that."

You both got up and skidded to the bathroom, eager to get the face mask off of Peter, to continue your previous activity.

Once it was all off, you walked back to your bed. Sitting next to each other, you glance at Peter. There are still a few blue speckles on his cheeks. You wipe them off, Peter leaning into your touch. Your hand stayed on his face. Slowly the both of you lean in and before you know it, you're making out again.

You slowly move to sit down on Peter's lap and straddle him. Your hand stuck in his hair, softly tugging at the loose curls at the nape of his neck.

Peter's hands are planted firmly on your waist. Squeezing a bit and slowly rubbing up and down. After a while his hands move to your thighs, slowly massaging them a bit.

You decide to grind your hips lightly on his. This results in a low grunt from Peter. Immediately loving the sound, you decide to do it again.

Peter's hands slowly move from your thighs to your butt. He gives it a light squeeze, which makes you jump up in surprise.

You can feel him smiling against your lips. "That sneaky bastard did that on purpose!", you thought.

Well, two can play this game.

You decide to, slowly but surely, grind down on him harder. Peter grunts against your mouth, which makes your smile.

You want to take this further.

You're tugging at the hem of Peter's shirt, hoping he'll get the hint and take it off.

Peter pulls back and in one swift motion takes of his shirt.

"What the fuck! You never told me you were like, I don't know, totally ripped!", you say to him, admiring his abs.

A compliment.

Peter doesn't know how to react so he just kisses you again.

After a while you decide to take of your shirt too. You pull away from Peter, a seductive look in your eyes. Slowly you take of your shirt, not breaking eye contact with him. Seeing as you were just chilling alone in your room before he came over, you didn't bother to wear a bra. Why would you? No one would come over at this time, right.

As you were about to pull your shirt over your head, still looking into Peter's eyes, loving how eager he looked to see your chest,

The door opened. The fucking door fucking opened, what the fuck.

"Hey y/n, do you know what a- what. the. fuck", Bucky walked into your room, abruptly stopping when he sees you hurrying to put your shirt back on, straddling a half naked Peter, with his hands on your butt.

"Uhm hi", you both say, looking at Bucky, who had the most shit eating grin on his face.

You and Peter looked at each other, both completely panicking.

"Hi. Having fun?", Bucky breaks the silence, obviously knowing what was about to take place.

"Yeah, no, uhm, I was just showing Peter where I would - if I ever decide to - get a tattoo. That was what we were doing.", you say, mentally slapping for yourself for that horrible excuse.

Peter tried to say something, but he was completely frozen. Internally completely shutting down.

"Yeah, no, I absolutely believe that. That's completely believable.", Bucky says, with small smile on his face.

"Please Bucky, please don't tell dad. He'll kill me if he finds out. Please.", you say, practically begging him to not tell your dad.

You know how he gets whenever a boy is mentioned. His, as you like to call it, 'protect my baby girl' protocol activates and he gets way too overprotective.

"Okay, I won't tell him. But! You have to promise me you'll do my dishes for a week.", he says.

"I promise, I promise. Thanks Buck."

"Yeah yeah, okay. I'm going now, byee!", Bucky says, turning around and walking out the door. "Use protection!"

"Bucky. Shut. Up."

"Okay, I'll go now."

When Bucky's gone, you finally look at Peter. He still looks shocked, but after a while he says: "Oh my god. We kissed. Wow"

"Yeah, we did.", you say.

"Do you maybe want to go on a date or something? I mean if you want of course. I just thought that ma-"

Before he can say anything more, you cut him off by kissing him. He freezes, but after a while he kisses you back.

You slowly pull away.

"I'd love to go on a date with you, Peter.", you say smiling at him. He smiles back at you before slowly leaning in and kissing you again.

"Okay, it's really late and we should probably go to bed.", you say, as you're pulling Peter down to lay next to you.

You lay your head on his chest and cuddle into him. He cuddles you back and after a while you fall asleep. A permanent smile plastered on both of your faces.

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Bonus!

The next morning you and Peter walked into the kitchen, immediately getting stares from everyone.

"So, did you and Peter have fun last night?", Sam asks.

You see the look on his face and you just know he knows.

"Where. Is. Bucky?", you say, sounding calm, but exploding inside.

"Oh, he's dead.", Nat says, with a dumb smile on her face.

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I hope you all like it! This is the first thing I've ever really written, so I apologise if it's not that good, but I'm sure I'll get better over time!

I hope you enjoy this! Let me know what you think!

xx Sara

[semischarmed]

Cocktease

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes...” mused a deceased Harland as he eyed a future acquisition.

The specter licked it’s lips in greedy anticipation, taking note of the sun-glazed man in front of him building a substantial fort in the sand.

Beautiful curves baked in golden sunset outlined the man’s every muscle. Harland gawked as he followed every bend and bump of the man, committing his form to memory. He continued to hover his intangible mass near his future skin. The man’s hair was jet-black, and gently spiked from ocean water. The man’s muscles moved expertly beneath his skin, revealing their strength. This was a body sculpted through years of work, hard-earned and built for power. Unable to control himself further, Harland began to caress the man’s body from behind, causing him to jolt in a shiver.

“You alright there, Marco?” A small petite woman waved from afar.

“Y-yeah, just a breeze.. Sorry for the scare Val!” He shouted back, reassuringly as he shook off the odd sensations.

This only prompted Harland to continue further, deeper. Harland was as ruthless of a businessman as he was effective. In his day he was never one to compromise. He loved a good, dirty fight. He relished in the struggle. A vessel of this much resistance was made for him. This time around, he dug his spectral fingers into Marco’s golden arms, causing a slight ripple in its muscled flesh. He watched in glee as he traced the outline of those forearms, causing the fine hairs he dragged his intangible hand through to glow briefly and settle white. Property of Harland.

Marco meanwhile went from small jolts to a slight convulsion, as he felt something inherently wrong penetrate him. There was something otherworldly to the sensation he had just felt. Moments later a stream of vile, negative emotions flooded him, causing him to laugh uncontrollably. 

Marco knew something was wrong. These were not the bright, sunny laughter he normally gave off. They were cruel, callous laughs which sent chills down his spine. He had no idea his body could even make these sounds. He glanced at his biceps and recoiled in shock as he viewed stray muscles writhing and moving on their own. Marco felt an enhanced sensation in his arms, like an increased awareness in his control of them yet by that very same sensation was an unnatural numbness to them. By all accounts, they were his arms but something was off. These appendages attached to him could hardly qualify as his arms. There was something not-Marco to them that his brain couldn’t quite resolve. Every movement he felt was unnatural, like he had to actively focus on moving every single muscle just to get his arms to move the way he desired.

Marco began to worry in his head, as more and more of his body began to follow in the same feeling. He ran through the day’s events, trying in vain to discern what could have caused these sensations. Then, his legs buckled and he collapsed into the very fort he had built earlier. 

In sweat and sand, in struggle and sun, Marco began to convulse on the ground. His desperation unseen by others, shielded by the pile he excavated to make the fort.

He thrashed and shook vigorously, as more unfamiliar sensations flooded him.

The feeling was moving throughout him. It was unmistakably living. And it was drawing closer to his head. 

A stream of drool left Marco’s mouth, as his shaking quickened. Veins bulged in his face and throughout his body as seconds later, his eyes began to roll back.

“F-Fuck!!” He shouted. 

“Mmmm yes, ‘Fuck’ indeed” an elderly voice inside him spoke.

“What the-“

“Pleasure to finally meet you... I’m Harland”

——

Marco grasped his head in pain. “W-what the fuck do you want?! 

“The answer to that question should be quite obvious.” Marco’s own lips spoke this time. His pained expression loosened and all visible struggle drained from it, as Harland commandeered Marco’s pretty face as his own. A hand still half-controlled by Marco shook in place until it eventually relented and caressed his face in rough unnatural motions. “I want this”. 

“GET OUT” Marco shouted in protest. His body shook violently in one swift motion before settling.

In a brief instance, Marco again found full control of his body. He let out one sigh of relief before passing out. 

——

Stirred awake by the sound of gently rolling waves and the vibration in his pocket, Marco awoke from a nap that had gone for far too long.

He viewed his phone, taking note of the hours lost in slumber. A new text from Val. 

“Today was fun, had a client booked. Was gonna wake you up but you looked way too cute like that. Let’s do this again sometime. Maybe no giant sandcastles next time ;)”

He laughed gently as he spoke to himself “Damn, quarantine has really done a number on your stamina, eh Marco?”. He continued to slowly get up from the hole he had created himself- stopping every few moments as if to anticipate another fight for his body, despite writing off the entire event as a dream. “Must have dozed off or something.” He kept repeating rationalizations to himself, chalking the whole thing up to an illusion born of fatigue. Yet somehow deep down, he knew it was all too real. Something foreign, something unnatural was still there with him. Still Inside. 

All reservations aside, nothing out of the ordinary seemed to have occurred since waking up and Marco began to even slightly believe his own little lie.

“Of course it was just a dream”.

As soon as Marco began to truly relax himself, his body shook into rigid, unnatural poses, defiantly showing its owner his error.

He attempted to get his bearings, grasping at whatever he could, only to catch loose sand with his arms. In the midst of Marco’s writhing, a toothy sneer pulled itself from his lips.

Harland spoke using Marco as his mouthpiece. “You didn’t seriously think I would just leave all of this?”

Marco’s own struggling hands began to grope and fondle his body.

“Don’t worry, having me inside will a whale of a time- you’ll see” he spoke, trailing of in a moan as his fingers circled sensually around his nipples. “Being my new body will make you successful beyond your wildest dreams”

Marco felt an odd warmth build inside him. 

“Get the hell out of me!” He shouted in desperation. 

In that moment, he was hit with a tremor of earthshattering pleasure- burst from deep within his abs, pulsing and delivering into the rest him. His arms splayed out, his hips swung into unnatural angles, as he was forced to ride the wave. In the aftershocks from the initial burst, his limbs couldn’t help but twitch slightly in unprompted delight. Marco had never felt anything like that before. His body couldn’t help but leak a little precum in anticipation. 

“Some propriety is called for, young man. At least try to hide it.”

Embarrassed by the small stain that now appeared on his underwear, Marco began to shout back. 

“Shut u-sh-shit… oh shit… holy shit holy shit” attention was immediately drawn to the second tremor inside himself. Once the second wave hit, he could only manage to barely contain an unprompted moan in his throat. 

Marco tried to readjust himself, to acquaint himself with the pleasurable feelings and fight Harland’s onslaught on his senses. Instead, the pulses were getting quicker, stronger.

His abs were in pain, body sore, veins engorged. Muscles strained from their fleshy confine as they involuntarily contracted and relaxed in rapid succession from the increasing frequency of the pulses.

Marco laid in the ground shaking, riled up in pent up fury and ecstasy, expecting sweet, sweet release- only to be met with disappointment as his body, the very body he worked so hard to sculpt, betrayed its master. There would be no respite from the onslaught of pressure inside him. In fevered, labored breaths he cried out to his tormentor. “J-Just do it…. ah ah a-Holy shit. Take me. FUCK. We’re so close… please”.

Marco’s head hung back while his mouth contorted into a pained expression. The corners of his mouth twitched in place as the Harland new face took on a dark, lecherous expression.

“No, you were made to please me! You’re not getting a drop of this!” In that instance, something inside Marco’s body clicked into place.

This was it, Harland could see himself begin to manifest through his newly-acquired Marco-template. Marco’s eyes took on an evil, soulless demeanor. His hair began to flush white before settling into a dark gray color between Marco’s and Harland’s. All along his body, similar changes had occurred, cementing this new flesh as not-quite Marco and not-quite Harland. 

Of course, the mind was a vastly different matter. Marco was no more- his body only the template from which Harland had fashioned his new corporeal form. Harland devoured his mind, connecting the new body to its sole owner.

Marco was no more- for he was now fully Harland incarnate. Lewd fingers began to explore the body they were attached to, tracing over Marco’s biceps, his shoulders, and his thick neck. His fingers continued to drag themselves among raw other crevices in his body, before gliding down his abs, down the treasure trail and landing gently around his cock. Harland scooped the bit of precum still on Marco’s dick from earlier.

The newly-minted man let out a smug, venomous smile, as he sucked his new fingers clean. 

“Quite a delicious partnership”.

…

Though his mind no longer existed, Marco’s body was still pent up in lust and pressure, still attempting to shake and still yearning for that sweet release. With Harland in command, it was subjugated to stillness. Marco’s body continued with build in near-orgasmic heat and pleasure, further amplified by Harland’s mental fortitude. 

But even Harland himself could not deprive this new virile body for too long. His hand went back in and quickly grabbed his engorged cock.

With closed eyes, he gave it a light, sensual tug, nodding in approval as he let out a short moan.

“We’re at the home stretch, bud”.

Another tug. This time, with a slight roughness. There was no hesitation to it- this was now his body after all, he knew how to please it best. 

“You-this flesh was built for me, you just didn’t know it….and as for myself, I was built to control this to rule you… sorry I took so long to get home. You must have been so lonely building up all that muscle, sculpting all this without me inside to wear it” Harland stated as his free hand began to caress random parts of his body. The tugs began to quicken and his eyes fluttered in sheer delight.

“One final piece…” he moaned

…

In a quick jolt, Harland stopped dead in his tracks. Cum rapidly pooled over his hand, but he paid no mind to it.

He muttered but one word to cut the silence.

“Incompatible.”

In a flurry of feathers and a burst of red light, the two men finally realized their true form:

April Fools!

---

Note: Not actually a huge fan of the fried chicken company in question.

[hongism]

on me - k.hongjoong

➻ pairing: sub!hongjoong x femdom!reader ➻ wc: 2.5k ➻ genre: pwp, smut ➻ rating: 18+, M ➻ warnings: explicit smut, dom/sub themes, dom!reader, sub!hongjoong, handjobs, anal fingering, pegging ➻ summary: hongjoong wants to try something a little different tonight

“Are you sure about this?” You ask, hand sliding from Hongjoong’s bicep down do his wrist. He shivers under the touch and shies away from you a little, but after a second he leans back against your fingers.

A pretty pink blush dusts his cheeks. When he knows, the bundle of blue locks splayed over his forehead bounce, and you can’t stop thinking about how damn pretty he looks like this. Embarrassed and nervous, but so pretty on top of you. His thighs rest on either side of your body, a position neither of you are used to, but it’s so comfortable. You would never pass up the chance to rest your hands on the milky skin of Hongjoong’s thighs.

“Y-Yes, I am.” Hongjoong manages to usher some confidence into his voice as he speaks, and he lifts his chin a little. Your eyes meet, fire dancing through yours, as lust swirls in his. He drags a hand down the side of your face and caresses your cheek. “There isn’t anyone I would rather do this with.”

You return his words with a gentle smile, lips curling up fondly as you watch Hongjoong tug his t-shirt over his head. Once the material falls away, you can’t resist the urge to run your hands over his skin. He is a work of art in your eyes, the perfect canvas, and you want to lay mark after mark along his collarbones and pectorals. He shivers under the touch and pushes his hands back against your shoulders. You fall back against the mattress, a huff of laughter leaving your chest as you do.

Hongjoong’s hands don’t stop moving though. He runs them down your torso, catching on the hem of your shirt and tugging upwards until it joins his on the floor. Your pants are next to go; his deft fingers work the button and zipper open and drag down. Not once does he reach for his own zipper though, despite the obviously painful bulge straining against the jeans. You almost want to laugh at his resolve. You weren’t expecting him to hand this much control over to you – sure he asked if you could peg him, but you’ve never seen him so submissive and desperate.

You stop his hands with your own, and a whine tumbles from his lips in an instant as he loses contact with your body.

“Hold on, baby boy. We’re gonna need to switch positions. I can’t prep you like this.” You drape your arms around Hongjoong’s pretty, lithe waist as he squirms on top of you. The sight is so pathetic and pretty that you would love to just get straight to business and fuck him into next week, but the two of you have never done this. You can’t rush it, not this time or any time really, but especially since Hongjoong is so needy already.

You manage to reign him in enough to slide out from under him. When you stand next to the mattress, Hongjoong scrambles forward on his hands and knees, dropping his face to the pillow without any hesitation. You bite back a laugh.

Hongjoong must have been preparing this idea for a long time because he brought lube and a good-sized strap on, leaving them on the bedside table without you noticing until he brought it up halfway through your makeout session. The lube has cherries all over the label – Hongjoong’s favorite fruit – and you pick it up with careful fingers before returning to the mattress. The cushion dips under your knees as you position yourself behind Hongjoong. His positioning makes it a bit awkward to strip his pants off, especially with the painful tent of his clothed member, but you manage to wiggle his jeans off within two minutes.

“Are you sure about this?” You inquire just before popping the cap of the lube open. Hongjoong shifts to look back at you over the curve of his shoulder and ass. That pretty blush has returned to his cheeks. You can’t stop looking at it, admiring the hazy gleam in his eyes that’s already there, and how the red of his cheeks contrasts with his blueberry hair.

“One thousand percent sure,” Hongjoong sighs. You smile at his comment then squeeze some of the cold lube onto your index finger. The strap he brought is more girthy than you would’ve expected from him, so he’s going to need quite a bit of preparation to work up to that. Rubbing the lube between your fingers, you move closer to the curve of his ass and drag your clean hand over the smooth expanse of skin there. Hongjoong is pretty from head to toe, and that includes both his ass and his cock that dangles between his legs already hard and weeping precum. He’s worked up from the mere idea of riding you. That alone makes you release a small chuckle as you drag your index finger over his puckered hole.

“So worked up already, baby boy?” You coo, waiting for his body to release a bit of tension before pushing your finger into him. Hongjoong keens at the touch, back arching as you pass the first and second knuckles into him. “My pretty boy.”

The words cause his cock to twitch, a few strands of precum weep onto the sheets, and the sight doesn’t escape your notice. You slowly pump your finger in and out of him, wiggling the digit up and down some to stretch him open.

“Do you like it when I call you mine, baby?” Another twitch through his dick. “Or is it when I call you pretty?” Yet another twitch, and you have your answers. Hongjoong doesn’t say anything to confirm your questions, but he doesn’t need to.

“M-More,” he stammers out, nearly fucking himself back on your finger. You stop the movements with your other hand and hold his hips in place.

“You’ll take what I give you, darling.” You curl your finger in his tight heat. The motion draws a high-pitched whine from his chest, and he wriggles against your grip on his hips. You don’t budge, however, and hold him in place as you slowly sink a second lubed finger into his hole. Hongjoong releases a minute gasp as the sensation. His neck arches and he lifts his head off the pillow only to drop it back down a second later. He writhes even from the minimal contact; not much pressure is needed to have him squirming under you, but you pause just to make sure that he isn’t in any pain. “How does it feel, baby boy?”

“A-Ah, stings – stings a little, but good… good, it feels so good.” Hongjoong releases a wanton moan as you press deeper and scissor your fingers ever so slightly. “Please, please go f-faster.”

You actually heed his words this time, increasing your pace bit by bit until you’re fucking your fingers into him quickly. You evade his prostate though. Every time you brush past it, Hongjoong whines and tries to shift so that you hit it, but a sharp slap to the underside of his ass keeps him in place. You find that he quite enjoys the slight spanks; his cock trembles a little bit more with each slap, and his fists clench around the bedsheets. He tries to bury his face in the pillow to keep the obscene moans and whines from spilling from his lips, but he can’t stay down because you just continue to brush over his prostate.

He doesn’t have to tell you to add a third finger. The moans are enough indication that he’s ready for another, and you have to pull out to dribble more lube over your fingers before continuing. Hongjoong whines at the absence of your touch. The sound is so delicate and soft that you think you could melt from just hearing it. His cheeks have gained a further flush, beads of sweat trickle down his forehead, and even in his position, you can see the way his chest heaves from exertion. It’s too fucking pretty. You won’t be able to contain yourself much longer if he keeps up like this.

Your fingers find his hole again and press in with the third finger added this time. Hongjoong is midway through whining about the absence of your touch as you fuck your fingers back into him. The whine turns to an obscenely loud moan. You eat the sound up, twisting your fingers in him and finally hitting that sweet spot head on.

“A-Ah, oh my god, oh my god, Y/N, ho-holy shit,” Hongjoong babbles as you continue to rub over his prostate. You smirk at the sound of him, admiring the way his back curves and arches under your touch.

“You’re so so gorgeous, baby boy. My pretty little boy all worked up, huh?”

“H-ha! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Neither of you are expecting Hongjoong to spill cum over the sheets upon hearing your words. He cums with a jerk of his hips, cock untouched and spurting white threads over the sheets even as you pull your fingers out of his ass.

“That was so fucking beautiful, baby,” you groan as Hongjoong brings himself down from the sudden high. Your left hand rubs small circles against his back while the orgasm rolls over him, and you don’t stop until his breathing steadies.

“I… I r-really need you to fuck me now,” Hongjoong exhales, rolling onto his side and looking up at you through hooded lids. He looks blissed and fucked out already; you can only imagine how much of a dream he’s going to look while riding you. It’s enough incentive to spur you into action. You nudge him to the side and peel the sheets back so you don’t have to sit on top of the mess he made.

Before positioning yourself under him, you hop up and grab the strap on from the bedside table. Hongjoong watches you secure it in place while gnawing on his lower lip. Equal parts nervousness and lust shine through on his expression. The lust proves more prominent though because he lunges towards the drawers of the table with eagerness and pulls a condom out. He tears the packet open with his teeth, fingers fumbling with the material as he rushes to get it loose and rolled onto the dildo. You have to stop him when he straddles your hips.

“The lube, baby boy. We need the lube,” you remind him. Hongjoong releases a breathy sigh, bobbing his head up and down as he twists to find the bottle of lube. His hair bounces, and you watch the movement with a small grin on your lips. You wonder if his pretty cock will bounce like that while he’s riding you. Hongjoong fumbles with the cap of the lube. A soft-spoken cuss falls from his lips, and you grin up at him as he yanks at the cap with a scowl. The action shouldn’t be as adorable as it is; his cute pursed lips and furrowed brows, completed with the indignant shake of his head when the cap finally pops open. You can hardly believe that the man is about to ride you.

Hongjoong dribbles a generous amount of lube over the dildo, rubbing his palm along the length and warming the liquid up to his liking. He pulls back with a small sigh of satisfaction. Hips come forward, his half-hard member drags along your thigh, then he’s lifting himself over the tip of the dildo. You bite your lip in anticipation as you watch him sink onto the length. Inch by inch, the silicone disappears into your boyfriend. The sight has you wanting to buck your hips up into him, but he was so desperate about the idea of doing all the work of riding you so you force yourself to lean back and just admire the sight above you.

He bottoms out with a low whine, hesitating on top of you as he grows accustomed to the snug fit. You place your hands atop his thighs and massage the muscles gently in attempts to help him relax a bit more. It works like a charm. Soon enough, Hongjoong rolls his hips a little against yours. A small moan tumbles from his lips. His next movements are bounces as he uses his thighs to ride the strap. The faster he goes, the more moans escape him. You reach out to take his cock in your hand, squeezing the base tightly as he rides you. The noise that resounds is heaven to your ears.

It prompts you to maintain the movements, and you drag your palm along his cock, stopping to squeeze the base when he bottoms out on top of you. You can’t get enough of the sight of him bouncing above you, cock red and leaking precum again even though he came not too long ago. You drop his member all of a sudden and rake your eyes over his body as he braces himself on your abdomen. His cock bounces just as you thought it would, matching the movements of his hair earlier. You tease the corner of your mouth with your tongue. Hongjoong doesn’t meet your gaze; he focuses on your stomach rather than the hungry look in your eyes. It’s that pretty blush that gets to you yet again, and you close your fingers around his cock once more.

Just the slightest touch is enough to send him over the edge. Another orgasm hits him harder than the last, harder than any orgasm he’s had with you for that matter. He freezes atop you, teeth sinking into his lower lip, and he cums all over your hand. You don’t stop stroking him though; no, you jerk him through the orgasm, milking every last drop out of his hypersensitive cock. You only stop when Hongjoong jerks and thrashes above you.

“S-Stop, please, please, ah–ah I’m too – ah, please, Y/N, pl-please.”

You cease your movements and lap up the cum between your fingers. Hongjoong’s cheeks darken as you make eye contact with him the whole time. Once you’ve fully cleaned your hand, you help Hongjoong off the dildo, and he whines from the sensation. With a huff, he falls back on the bed.

“That was… better than I thought it would be.”

“I’m glad, baby.” You smile as his reclining figure. “I’ll get the bath running so we can get you cleaned up, okay?”

“Sounds p-perfect, yea, perfect.”

You roll off the bed and get to your feet, undoing the attachments of the strap on. As you move, Hongjoong calls out to your retreating back, and you spin on your heel to look back at him.

“Y/N!”

“Yes, my love?”

“Thank you for tonight.”

“Anything for you, baby boy.”

​​​☽     ☾

[obeiii-mee]

Hi there! If its okay, could i ask for headcannons of the brothers finding out MC is an Artist? Something like, finding there sketchbook or napkins w doodles on them jfjdjs Or maybe they catch MC glancing at them alot while trying to draw them? hfjd Ty!! Your writing is really good~

Of course it’s OK! I’ve always liked the idea of MC having a really interesting hobby and teaching the brothers about it. I feel like all the brothers would be very supportive of them, even if they all had various reactions to their hobby but I really love writing wholesome moments like that. Sorry this took longer to come out, I made them really long to make up for it!

Also thank you. Your compliment means a lot :)

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The Brothers’ reactions to MC being an artist:

Lucifer:

-Well if you’re going to glance at him every two minutes, he’s bound to notice

-I mean, you’re pretty damn obvious

-Lucifer got pretty used to you whipping out your sketchbook whenever you could

-So for you to start doodling in his office while he worked wasn’t exactly unheard of

-He caught you staring at him before looking back down at your drawing, continuing your series of furious scribbles

-Now you piqued his interest

-“You seem very focused there love. What are you drawing?”

-Scared the crap out of you because he rarely ever talks when he’s working

-You were reluctant to show him but Lucifer has his insisting face on

-When you passed him the sketchbook, he momentarily froze

-Your drawing was so detailed and full of emotion, capturing him slumped over his desk, exhausted but determined to finish the work he’s been assigned

-He was so surprised and stunned, for a second, he forgot to breathe

-“It’s not exactly one of my best drawings yet but-“

-“You never fail to impress me MC.”

-He suspected you were drawing him but he wasn’t expecting this much effort to be put into it

-He would definitely keep all your drawings of him

-Loves all your work but secretly adores your sketches of him best

-Lucifer would occasionally look over your shoulder while you sketch, taking a peek at what you’re drawing and smile to himself

-He’s never felt this much pride for someone else before

Mammon:

-Was pissed you would rather spend time with an object rather than him

-It annoyed him at first because he couldn’t tell if you were listening to him or not while you had your nose stuck in your sketchbook

-Basically, he was jealous of a sketchbook

-You can’t do that Mammon, that’s Levi’s thing

-So one day he decided to see what the fuck was so great about that giant notebook you always have with you

-He turned your entire room upside down searching for the damn thing before finding it

-He flipped through it and I’m sure the entire House of Lamentation could hear his gasp

-You drew him for pages and pages in all sorts of positions and styles and he was a flustered tomato going through them

-You willingly drew him? The scum of a demon who could never do anything right unless it involved money? You put your time and effort into these sketches and doodles despite him being condescending and a dick at times?

-Excuse me but this man is already head over heels in love with you, you can’t keep giving him reasons to fall for you

-He was so engrossed into your work that he didn’t notice you behind him

-“Mammon why is there a mess in my room-“

-“HOLY SHI-AHHH!!!”

-Too embarrassed to even think of an excuse for going through your shit

-“Ah those...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have drawn you without your permission Mammon-“

-“Are ya kiddin’ me? MC, I feel insulted that you didn’t tell me about this sooner. Can...Can I keep some of ‘em??”

-Now he insists that you draw him as often as possible and would even pose for you (he loves the attention let’s be real)

-He wants to see all of your drawings and will endlessly support you

-Thought about using your skill as a way to make money because art can be very expensive

-But in the end, he dropped the idea

-Why would he sell something so precious to him??

Levi:

-He probably has a sketchbook too

-You guys draw Ruri-chan together in your own styles

-Levi always insists that you’re much better at drawing than him tho

-Your talent makes him a little jealous but at the same time he’s fascinated

-Was so surprised when he found out you were into sketching

-Levi was even more surprised when you showed him all the drawings you’ve worked on for your favourite anime and video game characters

-OK but how come you’re so perfect? Not only are you a lovely person that is willing to watch anime with him without insulting his opinions but you can draw? W...h...a...t...?

-He requests several sketches of ‘The Tale of the Seven Lords’ characters and will actually tape them to his wall

-Some of them are right on his Ruri-chan shelf

-“Hey normie, do you...do you mind teaching me how to draw? I want to learn.”

-Is 100% determined to learn how to properly sketch from you

-You started drawing him as well, usually while he games

-You better stop, he’ll have a nosebleed if you keep being so nice to him!

-Draw him as an anime character and he will start fangirling

-“Phew. OK I’m finished.”

-“What did you draw?”

-“Hentai.”

-“This. Is. A. Masterpiece.”

-Will proudly show your work to his brothers (usually the same drawing more than five times)

-What did an otaku like him do to deserve you??

Satan:

-He found out you were an artist fairly quickly

-I meant he found tissues with doodles you left behind everywhere

-He kept all of them

-It was so refreshing for him to see you so invested in your drawings the same way he is in his reading

-You’re still under the impression you’re being sneaky by drawing him while he has his nose in his books

-You ended up finally gathering enough courage to show him one of your portraits of him

-He had a reaction similar to Lucifer’s really

-Praise!

-He made your drawing into a bookmark

-Idk how but he did

-You leave him a few doodles of you and him being all lovey dovey and he absolutely adores them

-Will lose his marbles if anyone says anything remotely negative about your style or talent

-Draw him fluffy animals pls he will literally have them framed and fixed up in his room

-Also if you draw any of his brothers (specifically Lucifer let’s be real) in a silly way he will actually start snorting with laughter

-You sketch him pretty damn often and he can’t really complain

-It’s really peaceful when you two are in the library and you’re working on your doodling while he reads aloud to you

-Buys you equipment like pens and pencils and even sketchbooks when he knows you’re running out

-He’s really delighted when you come over to show him your drawings

-Once he caught you staring at a cat as you started sketching it

-He actually didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much

Asmo:

-Noisy little fucker that he is and in need of drama, he looked through your sketchbook

-Thought it was a diary at first but nope

-Imagine his surprise when he found pages upon pages of drawings of his brothers and him

-Except his weren’t really a surprise

-He’s gorgeous of course you would want to draw him

-But oh my God, do you realise how much he values art??

-I know he looks as if he only thinks about sex but he definitely has a thing for creativity and art like painting and photography

-“MC darliiiing~? Why didn’t you tell me you can draw?”

-He actually shrieks at how well you’ve captured his beauty

-He insists that they look like actual pictures of him

-Takes several pictures of all of them and posts them on DevilGram

-A bit salty when you drawing anything else but him

-However, he can’t deny that you’re one of the most talented individuals he ever met

-He comes up to you every day and lractically begs you to draw him

-One time you came in your room to find him naked and asking you to draw him

-Is actually kinda good at drawing himself

-Specifically people

-He has enough experience exploring the human body so he surprisingly enough, knows a thing or two when it comes to body proportions

-“MC draw me like one of your french girls~”

-I’m sorry I had to do that

-He also likes the attention he’s getting when he poses for you

-He may think he’s the most beautiful being in all three realms but he definitely thinks you’re the second

-So he often offers to draw you too

-He likes having cozy chats with you while you draw

Beel:

-You left your sketchbook behind in the kitchen with him

-Mammon needed your assistance to get down from where Lucifer hanged him after one of his failed money schemes

-He knocked a glass of milk nearby it and had a panic attack for a minute

-Legitimately thought he ruined the whole thing

-Was actually about ready to cry because he knew how important your sketchbook was to you

-Looked through it just to make sure there were no splotches or anything

-To say he was relieved when he realised it was fine would be an understatement

-He was kinda drawn to your sketches, most of them carefully drawn and expressive, even some of the ones you scribbled out

-One specific drawing caught his eye though

-You drew him and Belphie together, with his twin brother’s head resting on his shoulder while Beel ate

-He was mesmerised by your talent and by your thoughtfulness

-Beel felt bad about it but he kept looking through your sketches, enchanted by everything in it

-You drew him and his brothers several times

-It’s safe to say the discovery of your drawings brightened his day

-Gave back your sketchbook later

-He apologised for going through it without your permission more than he needed to

-You had to accept his apology because he looked like a kicked puppy

-Feels very honoured whenever you let him look at your work

-Is more than happy to pose for you!

-But that might be a bit of a problem seeing as he tends to move around a lot

-“Whoa, that looks just like me! The food I’m eating looks really realistic too...which is making me hungry. Let’s go to Hell’s Kitchen, you can finish this there!”

-Supportive bean

-You gave him a family sketch of him and all of his brothers once

-Normally, he only likes gifts he can eat

-But he treasures that drawing more than food at times

-“This...this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me! Thank you MC! But uh, someone’s missing in this drawing.”

-“Ah shit, who did I miss?”

-“You.”

-If anything ever happens to Beel or his happiness I swear to Lord Diavolo-

Belphie:

-OK but you left your notebook just sitting there right next to him???

-How do you expect him not to look through it?

-Belphie doesn’t care much for privacy

-And he doesn’t exactly have morals either

-He didn’t even know you were into drawing

-Which to be fair, wasn’t scandalous considering he sleeps 20 hours a day

-But he wants to be more involved in your interests so that’s why he took initiative with your sketchbook

-Idk what he was expecting but definitely not a sketch of him staring back at him

-His heart skipped a beat but I don’t even know if demons have hearts

-The cheeky little shit took pictures and may or may not have made on your drawings of him his wallpaper

-Most of the drawings were of him sleeping, surprising...absolutely no one

-“So that’s what you’re up to whenever I go to sleep huh? So cute~”

-But besides all that, he is really touched

-I mean, if there’s anyone undeserving of your love and respect is the piece of shit of who tried to kill you

-Yet here you are, continuously showering him with affection and now this

-Probably spent hours looking at your sketchbook while you were at R.A.D

-Didn’t say anything to you when you came back except handing your notebook back to you

-Though he was less of a smartass and more affectionate for the rest of the day

-Next morning, you took the liberty of waking up before him and sketching him again

-He grabbed your arm halfway through your doodling and grinned at you from under the covers

-“Drawing me again huh? You won’t mind me doing this while you’re at it then right?”

-Now he’s sleeping in your lap

-Whenever you show him your work, he makes a small approving noise but he’s seriously impressed

-Draw Lucifer or Lord Diavolo in any offensive manner and he will actually start giggling

-Gets all huffy puffy when you draw his brothers instead of him (we all know Beel is the exception)

-I may have a thing for Belphegour

Al~

[skiyoosmi]

when the first snow falls | 01

💌 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚'𝐬 𝟐𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬. it took him four months to fall in love with you, four years to marry you and four seconds to realize that he has fallen out of love from you— so he asks for a divorce and you have no choice but to agree... on one condition: to give you four weeks more of his "love."

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. akaashi keiji x fem!kuroo!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. angst, fluff, college!au, friends-to-lovers!au, domestic!au

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. swearing (when will swearing be gone from my warnings tho), akaashi is a kind of an apathetic jerk in the end, mentions of divorce— if there is anything else i failed to mention, please let me know!

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. please forgive my impulsiveness to write this and think of this little work as me celebrating because i hit 2k followers!!! 🥳💗 you're all so good to me and i can never thank you all enough ✨ ALL THE LOVEEEE!

It was spring when you first met him. It’s almost funny how you could remember every single detail of it as clear as the day but when you think about it once more, it’s also endearing and heart fluttering – you swore you saw sparks flying around the two of you the moment you touched his hand followed by the way your gaze shied away from him with flushing cheeks, as if you were first year high schools who confessed your little crush to him.

It was cliché, to be honest; the realization of falling in love at first sight for him dawning upon you as you watch him smile apologetically for bumping into you then him turning around and walking to god-knows-where with his odd companion. But then it felt metaphoric at the same time, euphoric even;

APRIL 2019, SPRING: FIRST YEAR

UNIVERSITY OF TOKYO, JAPAN

 “Excuse me… uhm… passing through… sorry!” a guilty voice resonated throughout the narrow hallways of the English department. Groans and yelps of annoyance followed the redundant statements, some even replying with ‘watch where you’re going!’ to which the voice replied with another apology. Your figure moved hastily among the crowd as you tried to get to your agenda as fast as you can. You almost cursed aloud, wondering why the hell are there so many students lounging around that freaking area?! Nonetheless, you opted to keeping your mouth shut and kept walking and shoving instead while of course, uttering what you felt like hundreds of apologies.

Your eyes soon lit up upon finding the exit of the hallway, the arch leading to an open area finally providing the light you were dramatically seeking for. As if your energy got boosted by the said brightness, you moved even faster, making other students look at you quizzically since you were practically yelling out your sorry’s a bit too happily.

A breath of fresh air welcomed you as soon as you got out of the hellhole and began skipping your way to your destination… or not because as soon as you began skipping, a much larger figure bumped right into you. Holy shit, can this day get any worse?! you internally screamed and closed your eyes, preparing yourself… or your butt, rather… for the impact to come; however, the only thing you felt was a hand wrapping itself around your wrist and tugging you, making you stumble into the stranger’s arms. Opening your eyes slowly, you found yourself face-to-face with the most handsome man you had ever laid your eyes on.

“Uhm… uhh… t-thank you?” you stuttered, comically blinking your eyes quickly as you were trying to see if he was real because goddamn, he’s so beautiful. He scanned your overall, probably checking to see if you were alright before glaring at the two-tone haired lad behind you who only grinned at him sheepishly.

“You’re welcome, Kuroo-san. I apologize for the inconvenience Bokuto… my friend has brought you,” he gestured to Bokuto who bowed to you, eyes sparkling when she told him that it was fine. As if his statement only registered to you now, your head whipped towards the unknown man who tilted his head curiously at your actions.

“Wait… you know me? Am I supposed to know you two?” he only smiled and shook his head, making your wonder grow even more. How does this beautiful man know me?

“A lot of people know you more than you think, Kuroo-san. It’s not just your brother who is popular in terms of beauty and brains, you know? Anyways, we will be going now,” he bowed his head and began pulling Bokuto who was caught by surprise and began uttering incoherent words, leaving you as you processed his words and began blushing. Did this man just tell me I’m pretty and smart too?

“Wait!” you yelled after him, cheeks reddening even more when he turned around and smiled, “what’s your name?”

And as the pink petals of the cherry blossoms rained over the two of you, your love for Akaashi Keiji bloomed.

NOVEMBER 2024, WINTER

AKAASHI HOUSEHOLD, TOKYO

How did it get to this?

You kept on asking yourself as you sat right across your husband, the person who you thought would love you until the last breath he takes… well, at least that was what he vowed on your wedding day. But here you were, tears rushing down your cheeks like a waterfall as he pushed the brown envelope lying on the table towards you. No words escaped from him but you knew what it was. For some reason, a part of you already expected this to come. But that didn’t mean you were happy about it; if you were, you would’ve been laughing but no, you were sobbing and hiccupping as you watched him mercilessly crush your heart.

“Why?”  a broken whisper went out of your mouth as you gripped your skirt, so tight that your knuckles were becoming white already. He sighed and leaned back, watching you with eyes that had pity and guilt swimming in them. It stung because you can clearly remember the love that once resided in them, now gone and nowhere to be found.

“You know it’ll hurt you even more if I answer that,” he answered, eyes going downwards when you scoffed at his pathetic attempt of an excuse.

“Hypocrite,” you spat, “if you didn’t want to hurt me, you wouldn’t do this. You wouldn’t waste so many years with me then just leave me when you feel like it. You could’ve told me you’ll divorce me eventually so I wouldn’t have to fucking marry you, asshole.” You got up from your seat and began making your way upstairs and to the bedroom before his next words halted you from walking temporarily.

“You can take your time to think about it carefully. But even if you don’t agree to the divorce, that won’t stop me from leaving this house so I personally think it’s better if you free yourself from any connection with me……… Kuroo-san,” he said, not even flinching a bit when you glared back at him, “Damn you, Keiji.”

You stomped over to your bedroom and slammed the door, shoving your back against it before finally letting it all out, no longer caring if he heard your heartbroken wails and cries as you slid down the door.

As if the cherry blossoms tree that symbolized your story had met its death, on winter, Akaashi Keiji’s love for you has withered.

[mavzoon]

Rohan x f/reader smut

I was planing on making this super kinky but it ended up being pretty cute, oof. 

TW: overstimulation, degradation, rough sex, Rohan being an absolute fucking tease

Word count: 3282

I might edit a male reader version for this at some point, who knows.

Cut for length

"Good luck!" Koichi said before hanging up.

You sighed, putting your phone in your bag. Why do I have to be the one to drag this stubborn… handsome... man away from his manga? If Koichi can't persuade him to take a break, how can I?  You stepped to Rohan's front porch and picked up the spare key from under the doormat. You opened the door without knocking or ringing the doorbell. 

You threw your bag down and went upstairs to his drawing-room. You knocked three times before stepping in.

"Koichi, for the last time… I'm going to take a break once I finish this page." He didn't even turn around.

You crossed your arms and leaned on the door frame. "Judging by the fact that Koichi had to ask me to come, you've made that promise already, multiple times."

Rohan spun around with his mouth agape. You tried not to giggle. He regained his composure and turned back to his work. "Well, now you've heard it as well, so get going. I have to finish this-"

"Rohannn, please! You have to eat at least something!" You whined and walked next to him. 

Rohan scoffed and held up his finger. "I will… after I finish this page…"

You pouted and tugged at his sleeve. "And how many times did you tell that to Koichi? Now, please, let's just go to the kitchen, and I'll even make you something."

Rohan paused and stared at your hand, holding onto his sleeve. "Fine, but I'll stay here and draw in the meanwhile."

You tugged his sleeve again. "Rohan, Koichi told me you haven't moved from that spot for almost five hours!"

He glanced at the clock. "So?"

You grimaced. "So… It's not good for your posture," you mumbled.

"Is that it? I've already told you I'd come downstairs after you've made something."

You paused and looked away. "Is it now a crime for me to want to spend a little time with you?" What the madness was that gave you the courage to say that was, you didn't know.

Rohan pushed his chair back and studied you. He tapped his drawing pen on the desk and hummed, annoyed. "You want me to pay some attention to you, is that it?"

You blushed and nodded. Oh shit, where is he going with this?

Rohan clicked his tongue. "God, you're high maintenance. Fine, but on one condition. Take off your clothes."

"W-what?" You stammered and nearly choked. When Koichi called you, you hadn't planned for things to take this type of turn. You wanted to ask what had come over him but could only stammer.

"I, umm-"

Rohan snickered. "What, have you gone deaf?" He leaned closer to you and whispered. "Take those clothes off."

"What? Is this some kind of impromptu nude drawing session? Wha-"

Rohan sighed. "First you beg for attention, and when I give it to you, you start complaining... Will you please sort yourself out!"

You wanted to question things further, hell, you were still waiting for your brain to wrap around what was going on, but you decided to just roll with it. You pulled down your pants, your hands trembling all the way and kicked them off to the side. Then you pulled your shirt over your head. You bit your lip and glanced at Rohan. "Do I also take off-"

"Everything," he murmured, crossing his arms behind his head.

It took you some self-control not to scream from… embarrassment? No, that couldn't be right. You didn't even try to deny wanting him. You glanced up at him. Rohan's emerald green eyes were almost half-lidded and filled with a sort of dark desire. You bit your lip and slowly began pulling down your panties. Rohan looked on intently. You reached behind your back and undid your bra. You tried to keep eye contact as you threw it off, revealing your breasts, but shied away from the intense look he was giving you. 

You shivered. Rohan interrupted you before you could cover yourself. "Stop. Stay just like that." He reached for his notepad and began sketching vigorously. 

You blinked. "Are you-?"

"Obviously."

"B-but why? I mean-"

He set the notepad down and smirked. "Why? I think I've already told you that reality inspires me, so tell me," he beckoned you to come closer. You obeyed. "Why on earth would I pass up the opportunity to capture something truly beautiful on paper?"

You couldn't say for sure what the sound that left your mouth was. A squeal? A whimper? Perhaps a high pitched cough. 

Rohan paused for a moment. 

You bit your lip and crossed your arms. "Are... you okay?"

Rohan glanced at you, his face solemn. He shook his head and sighed. "I want to try something..." 

He motioned something with his hand. You tilted your head in confusion. 

He chuckled and raised his brows. "What are you waiting for? Come, have a seat."

"Wha- where?" you looked around, confused.

Rohan tapped his thigh a couple of times. You were relatively sure that your soul briefly left your body. 

"T- you… I mean… You want me to-?" you stuttered.

Rohan huffed and nodded. "Exactly."

You stood in place, stunned.

Rohan shrugged. "Or you could always walk away."

You wasted no time stumbling in front of him despite feeling like you were going to faint at any second. You hesitated for a moment. Seeing this, Rohan reached out, placed both his hands on the back of your thighs and pulled you closer. You struggled a bit, finding a comfortable position on his lap. 

You wrapped your hands around his neck and looked up at him. 

He smiled, almost gentle. "See? I don't bite."

"Stop teasing me," you mumbled. 

Rohan smirked and trailed his hands up your sides. "You wouldn't have shown me that pretty body of yours and sat on my lap if you didn't like it." You wanted to hit him back with a snide remark but instead opted to shut him up with a hurried kiss. Seemingly not expecting it, he froze and tightened his hold on you. You began to pull back when you felt him place one hand on the back of your head and pull back in. He hummed softly against your lips. Seeking warmth, you ground your hips gently against him, your breasts rubbing against his clothed chest. 

Each time he pulled back, you expected him to move on, but he kept kissing you as. You whined.

He chuckled. "You wanted attention, and now I'm giving it to you, and here you are, being impatient. Tch, such a dirty girl!" 

You whimpered. "I can't help it, you're just so…" You trailed off, flushing red.

He hummed. "Oh? I'm so what now? I didn't quite catch that."

You tried looking away, but he placed a hand on your cheek and made you look at him straight in the eye. "Go on, tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours." He trailed one thumb over your lower lip.

"You're beautiful and… I really like you… So I just want to feel you against me," you held your breath, trembling from anticipation and fear.

Rohan sucked in a breath as his eyes widened. Before you had time to pull back and apologize, he had captured your lips in a feverous kiss. 

"Oh, thank god," he wrapped his arms around you and muttered almost breathlessly.

Your eyes widened, and you pulled back. "Wait, does that mean you like me as well?"

Rohan chuckled and pulled you against his crotch. You whimpered as you felt the heavy weight of his hard cock rub against you. "What does it look like, eh?" He whispered. 

You grinned and ground against his cock.

"A-ah," he moaned, but it turned into a laugh instead. "And who's the tease now?" His eyes glinted with genuine happiness.

You bit his earlobe gently.

Rohan groaned. "You little fucking minx." 

He picked you up, making you squeal. "Rohan! What are you doing?!"

He set you down on the edge of his desk and began pushing aside the papers. You had to shake your head and blink a few times for the realization to hit you. Holy shit, he's pushing ASIDE his fucking manga to have me sit on this desk, what the fuck? 

Rohan smirked and pushed you down on the desk. "What? I'm just trying to make you comfortable, and you're acting as if I just pulled a bunny from a hat or some shit!"

You blushed and squealed as he knelt in front of you. You tried to sit up but he placed a hand on your stomach and pushed you back down. "Wh-what are you-?" you whimpered. 

Rohan took a hold of your ankle, kissed the top of your foot. "What do you think?" he whispered as he began trailing small kisses up your legs, his other hand caressing your thigh. He trailed his hands and the kisses upwards until he reached your panties. "You came in here," he pushed his fingers under the hem of the panties and yanked them down, "and start to pester me. 'Oh, Rohan! You need to take a break! Oh, my dear Rohan! You must be so tired and hungry!'" he pulled the panties off completely and leaned forward until his hot breath hit your exposed core. "I think I'll just eat you out and make us both happy." He kissed your entrance. "Don't you like that idea, hmm?" He licked up and kissed your clit. "C'mon, use your words." He looked at you, his green eyes clouded with lust.

You were pretty sure all traces of modesty had been snuffed out of you by that point. You reached down and caressed his hair. "Please."

Rohan chuckled. "Please?" He leaned down. You trembled with excitement. Then he tilted his head to the side and gave your inner thigh a quick kiss. "You can do better than that, can't you?" 

You almost wanted to cry. "Rohan! Please, just… touch me! I'll do anything, I swear! I just want to feel your- OH god!"

He dove down and began sucking your clit. After teasing you for so long, his vigorous pace was nearly overwhelming. You tried to push your thighs together, but he stopped them with his hands. 

He would occasionally slip lower and lick up your juices. "God, you taste so good!" he moaned and hummed. You were left a mewling mess. The ends of his hair would occasionally trickle against your inner thighs, ticking you. 

"Fuck! Rohan! That feels so fucking, fuck!" you whipped your head to the side and moaned, clenching your fists and curling your toes. 

Rohan chuckled, his breath making you shiver. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear what you tried to say there. Would you mind repeating yourself?" 

You wanted to smack him for being a smartass but that thought left you as soon as he gave you a particularly rough lick. "Oh, fuck! I'm close!" 

You yelped as Rohan pushed two fingers in and began scissoring them. If you could've thought at that point, you'd most likely felt embarrassed about how loud you were being. "Rohan, please!" You weren't even sure what you were asking for. Rohan delivered though. He thrust a third finger in and began doing the come hither motion. 

You whipped your head up. "I can't Rohan! If you keep doing that, I'll-" 

"Go on, do it," his voice was way huskier than usual.

You weren't exactly sure for how long you stayed there, sobbing for release while pulling away from it, but when you did finally cum, you could've sworn you almost blacked out. Your legs trembled. Your voice broke as you let out a string of curses mixed with Rohan's name. You began feeling almost nervous when he didn't let up. 

"R-Rohan! I can't-"

"Yes you can, c'mon, just let go," he muttered against your oversensitive clit.

You threw your head back and nearly screamed from pleasure. You were vaguely aware of the tears running down your cheeks. You almost feared that you'd snap apart from how good you felt. 

Then it happened. You squirted. You trashed around, trying to pull away while hoping that Rohan never let you go. You heard him chucked through your babbling. Babbling? At that point, you were downright sobbing and whimpering. You yelped as Rohan licked up your juices. You were about to tell him to stop, that you'd actually break if he went on. Before you could, however, he stood up and kissed you. You whimpered as you tasted yourself on his mouth.

"You okay?" Rohan asked.

"Yes- but fuck-" you whimpered. "How the hell did you do that?"

He chuckled and pushed a stray hair off your face. In the afterglow, you were struck by the way he was staring at you. The look in his eyes was downright soft. You could swear you had seen him look at a finished manuscript with the same expression. Your heart skipped a beat. 

Rohan hummed. "What is it?"

You shook your head and bit your lip. "I'm just… realizing that we should've done this sooner."

He smiled and kissed you again. "We've got plenty of time to make up for it." He pulled away. "Shower's just down the hall. There should be a spare towel in there somewhere-"

"Don't you… I mean, don't you want to get off as well? And like… go further?" You interrupted him.

Rohan blinked at you. 

You shook your head. "I mean it's okay if you don't want to! There's no hurry." You giggled nervously.

Rohan hummed and smirked. "Of course I want to… go further, I just didn't think you'd have the energy for it."

You slapped his arm playfully. "Oh, please, I can take way more than this!"

"Fine," he laughed, picked you up and began to carry you to the hallway.

"Where're we going?" you mumbled, kissing his neck.

"I figured the bed would be more comfortable for both of us."

 Rohan held you up with one arm, opened the door, marched to the double bed and dropped you down on your back. You giggled and pulled him down on top of you. He captured your lips in another feverous kiss. 

You tugged the collars of his shirt. "You're overdressed."

He hummed. "I suppose I am." 

Rohan threw his jacket off and pulled his tank top over his head. You blushed as you saw his defined abs, making him chuckle. "Oh, so now you're embarrassed?" he cooed.

You shook your head. "Just didn't expect you to be this toned."

Rohan placed a hand on his heart and frowned. "Hey, what kind of slob do you take me for?"

You giggled and pulled him into a kiss. He smiled against you before pulling away and standing up. He unbuttoned his belt and kicked down his pants along with his boxers. You bit your lip. He truly is beautiful from head to toe.

You must've looked a mess because Rohan chuckled. "God, I can almost see your mouth watering! You really are a desperate little slut, huh?" 

You got on all fours as he walked back to the bed. "Only for you," you whispered as you leaned in to give his generous cock a kiss. 

Rohan breathed in a chuckle and pulled you away from his cock. "As much as I'd love to see those pretty lips of you around me, I can think of one thing I want more right now."

You hummed. "Oh, and what would that be?" Where the fuck did this confidence come from? 

"First, are you on the pill?" 

You blushed and nodded.

Rohan smirked. He pushed you on your back and crawled on top of you. "Good," he said before kissing you. 

You threw your legs around him and pulled him closer. His cock slid against your dripping folds, making you both moan. 

With a few seconds of fumbling around and trying to get comfortable, Rohan lined himself up, the head of his cock rubbing against your slick entrance. He kissed you once more before pushing in. You both moaned in unison. At that point, you were thankful for his teasing earlier because the stretch would've hurt had he not toyed with you beforehand. 

"Y-you can move now," you mumbled, wrapping your arms around him. 

Rohan wasted no time. He pulled back and slammed in again. You whimpered at the delicious way his cock was stretching you out. Rohan buried his head against your shoulder and set a slow but hard pace. You could tell from the way he was trembling against you that he had also gotten worked up.

You jerked out a moan each time his powerful thrusts shook your body. You latched onto his back, not being able to bring yourself to care that your nails may sting. 

"Fuck, Rohan, please go faster!" you moaned between the thrusts. 

"Faster, eh? You sure you can-"

You grabbed his chin. "For fuck sake, Rohan! I know you want this as much as I do so shut up and fuck me like you mean it!" 

Rohan grunted and grabbed your arms, twisting them over your head. "Fine. If you wanna act like a desperate little slut, I'll treat you like one." He pulled out, pulled your legs over his shoulders and slammed back in. You could only squeal as you felt every little detail of his cock rub against you. 

Rohan grunted over you as he placed one hand on top of your throat and squeezed. Your moans broke into little wheezes. You wanted to cry out as his balls slapped against your ass. Everything seemed to feel so much hotter with your blood flow being restricted. You could only writhe under him.

"Fuck, I should've tied you up with something!" Rohan groaned and kissed you roughly. "Maybe next time, eh?" 

You shivered and whined as the bed creaked. 

Rohan tightened his hold on your neck. "Do you like that idea? Huh? Do you want me to tie you up and use you like a toy?" He leaned back and studied your messed up form. 

You pussy clenched at that. You tried to respond, but his grip was too tight. 

"Hah! It's okay, I know you'd love that." He leaned back in and kissed you almost gently. Then he bit your lip and nearly snarled. "You'd love to be my slut, right? Go on, say it." He released his hold on your throat. 

"YES! Oh god, yes! Please, Rohan! Please, make me your slut, please!" You whimpered before even catching your breath properly. 

Rohan moaned at that and picked up his pace again. He placed one hand on your hip and leaned down, folding your legs over. You whined at the stretch. From this position, you could take him even deeper. Rohan kissed your neck and moaned into it.

For some time, all that could be heard was the creaking of the bed and the noises you and Rohan were making. At some point, you realized that the sight of you two must be absolutely sinful to the smallest detail. The almost feral way he was using your body only managed to spur you on. 

Rohan movements became sloppier. "Fuck, I'm close!" he moaned.

"Please, cum inside, please!" you whined, your voice nearly unrecognizable. 

"Fuck!" Rohan's hips stuttered, and he moaned against your neck. 

You whined as you felt his hot cum coat your insides. You couldn't help clenching against him at the feeling. 

Without a word, Rohan pulled you into a searing kiss, your foreheads rubbing together. You stayed there for some time, panting and clinging to each other. 

[gettin-a-lil-hanse]

You Found Me - Chapter 2

Genre: Fluff, Angst (?)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: In a world where hybrids are much like pets, they are also treated much like animals. Thankfully, some people also see the humanity in these creatures.

Tags: Kitty Hybrid! Wooyoung, Found Hybrid, Abandonment, Caring For a Kitten

Warnings: Mentions of mistreatment

Wooyoung gradually became more comfortable in Hongjoong’s presence. He deemed Hongjoong safe for now, but he still wasn’t sure about the other one. He let Hongjoong wash him up and dry him off — he quite enjoyed the feeling of Hongjoong’s fingers in his hair and he was so gentle with him. He pretended not to notice the looks of pity on Hongjoong’s face when he saw any blemish or bruise on his skin.

By the time Hongjoong finished and Wooyong was dressed in the slightly oversized clothes they lent him, he felt much lighter. His hair and ears were fluffy, a nice brown color, and they could see his beautiful tanned skin now that he wasn’t covered in layers of dirt and God knows what else. His tail curled around his thigh as he followed Hongjoong back into the living room where Seonghwa was waiting with a bowl of steaming chicken and rice on the counter. 

“I warmed up some food for you, let me grab a glass of water for you. Go ahead and take a seat at the table and I’ll bring it to you.”

Seonghwa offered a smile, one that looked much kinder to Wooyoung than the one strained one from before. With a nod, he showed himself over to the table and sat in a chair, pulling his legs up to sit with them crossed underneath him. He watched as Seonghwa moved around him, noting how careful he was to try not to come off as intimidating. He wasn’t sure though if he should find it endearing or see it as a red flag. However, his attention was immediately seized by the scent of the food placed in front of him and it was as if his entire surroundings melted away. The moment that Seonghwa pulled back from setting the bowl and utensils down in front of him, Wooyooung went to town. Hongjoong wondered when the last time he had eaten was and pulled Seonghwa away with him to give him privacy.

“Hongjoong?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t get so attached.”

“I’m not!”

Seonghwa didn’t look convinced, his brow shooting up and a hum rising from his throat. Hongjoong scoffed and shook his head, walking away to grab extra blankets and pillows.

“I’m not getting attached, I am simply helping someone in need. There is no shame in that. You should try being nice sometimes, it works wonders.”

With a subtle smack to Hongjoong’s ass (and a quiet hiss in response), Seonghwa followed to help gathering the bedding. Gotta make sure that the little man doesn’t fall over trying to carry everything himself, he jokingly thought to himself. As the couple walked back with blankets and pillows in hand, Wooyoung had just finished licking the bowl clean, the glass which was previously filled to the brim with water empty, and his tail up behind him for maybe the first time since he’d been there. 

Seonghwa didn’t miss the smile that made its way onto Hongjoong’s face.

“All done, Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung nodded and Hongjoong took the dishes from in front of him and carried them to the kitchen. 

“Wooyoung? That’s a nice name. Wooyoung, will you be staying for breakfast tomorrow morning? I would hate for you to disappear while we’re asleep and leave without a meal at the very least.”

Wooyoung was taken aback by the sudden question, having not heard him say more than a couple of words through their whole interactions. And if he was being honest, he really hadn’t thought about anything passed that night. How long was he planning to stay there? How long was he allowed to stay there? Where would he even go?

“I’ll stay… I know it might be a bit much to ask, but do you think you could help me find somewhere to go? A shelter, something… I will be out of your hair as quickly as I possibly can.”

“Don’t worry, we can help you. Let me show you where you’ll be sleeping tonight, okay? I wanna make sure you’re comfortable.”

Seonghwa held out his hand, waiting with a kind smile for Wooyoung to take it (or for him to simply get up and follow him — he wasn’t really expecting the hybrid to be so comfortable with him yet). With a quick once over from Wooyoung, he took the hand that was offered to him and stood from his chair, following Seonghwa to the living room where they were met with a couch covered in a sheet and blanket along with pillows. To Wooyoung, it looked cozier than what he was used to and a major improvement from sleeping out on the streets. He thought he could cry at that moment.

In fact, he did start crying. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as Seonghwa released his hand, guiding him to sit. When he saw the tears, he kneeled in front of the hybrid.

“Oh, please don’t cry! Do you need anything? Just tell me, okay?”

At the mention of crying, Hongjoong rushed into the living room and joined his boyfriend on the floor. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Was Hwa mean to you?”

Wooyoung chuckled and shook his head, which prompted Seonghwa to smack Hongjoong’s thigh. Wooyoung smiled (‘Holy shit, he’s smiling!’ Seonghwa thought to himself) and wiped his eyes. 

“You two are just so kind to me. It’s- I’m just not used to this much kindness.”

Hongjoong could feel his heart shatter into pieces and Seonghwa placed a hand over his chest gently. 

“We did the bare minimum for you, what have you been through? My poor baby…”

Hongjoong mumbled the last part, but it didn’t go unnoticed by Wooyoung. He felt a wave of overwhelming warmth in his chest and tears blurred his vision once more. It only broke their hearts more.

“Can I hug you? Are you alright with that?”

Hongjoong asked, a gentle hand patting Wooyoung’s knee from his spot on the ground. When he saw a nod, he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around the hybrid, a hand going up to pet his head softly. 

“We won’t hurt you, okay? How about you stay with us for a couple of days, hmm? That way we can make sure that you’re taken care of. Tomorrow we can go get you checked up, make sure you’re all good and we can get you some comfortable clothes that fit you. Let us take care of you, just for a little bit.”

Hongjoong spoke in a pleading voice, embracing him just a bit tighter. Seonghwa had to admit, he shared the sentiment. 

Wooyoung couldn’t muster up the energy to speak through his tears, so he only nodded. How could he say no to an offer like this? Hongjoong pulled away and smiled at him, bringing his hands up to wipe away his tears. 

“No more crying tonight. You need to get some rest. I’ll leave a glass of cold water on the table for you, just in case your head starts to hurt. We’ll leave our room door open so if you need anything, don’t hesitate to wake us okay?”

Wooyoung nodded, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. Hongjoong left to get the glass of water and Seonghwa helped the hybrid lay down under the blanket, adjusting his pillow. The two made sure he was okay before shutting off the lights (making sure to leave the low kitchen light on just in case) and heading off to their room. They stayed quiet as they got themselves ready for bed and there was a slight tension between them. They laid down together, Seonghwa bringing his arms around Hongjoong to hold him close. 

“You’re already too attached.”

Hongjoong sighed and closed his eyes. 

“I can’t help it.”

——————

Wooyoung slept better than he had in a very long time. He didn’t have to worry about if someone would find him and try to hurt him while he was sleeping, or if he would be able to eat that day or find somewhere safe tomorrow. He was able to just…

Wake up. 

He woke up to the smell of something really good. His stomach ached in hunger, and he peered over the back of the couch to see Seonghwa standing over the stove. Right, he said they would have breakfast. Wooyoung stretched, his tail standing up and his ears flattening as he did so. Sitting up straight, he remembered the glass of water and drank it quickly, his head feeling fuzzy from the amount of crying he’d done the night before. His throat burned with how fast he drank it, his throat extremely dry. He stood from the couch and carefully approached the kitchen. 

“S-Seonghwa…?” He called out quietly, not wanting to scare the man as he approached. 

Seonghwa turned his head and smiled when he saw him. He had to admit, he looked absolutely adorable with his disheveled hair and the sleepy look in his eyes. He was holding his glass with both hands and his lips were wet. Seonghwa cooed internally. 

“Good morning, Wooyoung. Did you want some more water?”

Wooyoung nodded and held the glass up shyly, blinking at him. Seonghwa lowered the fire on the stove and took the glass from him, chuckling at his shyness as he filled it with more water. He almost missed the growl from his stomach. 

“Breakfast will be done soon. Don’t be afraid to ask for anything okay? Even something as small as a glass of water.”

He passed the glass back to him and ran a hand over his head gently before turning back to the stove to finish cooking.

Wooyoung shied and shuffled back to the couch, drinking his water much slower. Not long after, a sleepy Hongjoong emerged from the room, an oversized t-shirt — one of Hwa’s for sure — and a pair of basketball shorts adorning his small frame. Wooyoung stayed quiet as he watched the smaller man shuffle up behind Seonghwa and wrap his arms around his waist, face buried into his spine. The sight made him feel… warm? It was an endearing sigh — no doubt about that. But he also felt a tinge of something he couldn’t quite place. Loneliness? Longing? There was a passing thought that he tried to push to the back of his mind: He remembered the feeling of Hongjoong embracing him the night before and for a moment he wanted to be in his arms again. He had never felt such genuine warmth, never felt so safe. His heart arched as he wondered if he would ever feel that again.

He must have been staring for quite some time because the attention was suddenly on him when Hongjoong made his way over to the back of the couch where his head was resting on his arms. 

“Good morning, Wooyoung. Did you sleep okay?”

Wooyoung only nodded, eyes cast somewhere other than directly at Hongjoong. He noticed his shyness — a stark contrast to when they had first brought him home. 

“Are you still tired? You’re so quiet this morning.”

Wooyoung nodded again, closing his eyes when he felt a hand pass over his hair. He leaned into his touch, making Hongjoong smile fondly. 

“After breakfast, you can take a nap, and then we can go out okay? We’ll try to get as much done today as we can so we can relax inside tomorrow. There are a lot of things we’d like to learn about you, so we have a lot of questions. Those can wait though.” 

Wooyoung wasn’t paying him any attention. All he was focused on was the feeling of his hand petting him, almost putting him back to sleep on the spot. Low purrs made Hongjoong pause for just a moment, but he soon resumed when he realized that Wooyoung was purring because of him. The realization made a warmth spread through his chest and he watched as Wooyoung slipped further and further down, ears relaxing against his head. Hongjoong lost his train of thought, focusing on the calm look on the kitten hybrid’s face until Seonghwa called out for both of them.

“Hey, breakfast is ready. I’ll make your plates, you two go sit at the table.”

Hongjoong nodded and moved his hand down to caress Wooyoung’s cheek, to which he leaned into gratefully. 

“Come on, Wooyoung. Wake up, baby.”

Wooyoung wondered if Hongjoong knew how that pet name made him feel. Even if he didn’t know, it sure did make his eyes flutter open. It was such a pretty sight to Hongjoong. 

The two eventually made their way to the table, Hongjoong almost having to drag Wooyoung away from the couch. Seonghwa brought their plates to the table, setting everything down before going back to the kitchen to grab a pitcher of ice water and glasses. By the time he had gotten back to the table, Wooyoung had already eaten a considerable amount of the eggs and pancakes from his plate, the bacon and sausage already devoured. 

“Slow down, sweetheart, you don’t wanna eat too fast okay? You’ll make your tummy hurt. There’s more food left in the kitchen anyway.”

Seonghwa set everything down and ran a hand over Wooyoung’s head gently, sitting beside him. Wooyoung’s head lowered, more so to hide his embarrassment than from shame, but he nodded nonetheless and slowed down finishing the food in his mouth before taking another forkful. 

The rest of the breakfast was quiet with both Seonghwa and Hongjoong stealing glances at the hybrid as he ate. Once everyone was finished eating — and Seonghwa had gotten more food for Wooyoung — Seonghwa got to work cleaning. Hongjoong stayed with Wooyoung, agreeing to let him nap for a bit before taking him to the vet. The hybrid made himself comfortable on Hongjoong’s lap, his face nuzzled into the warmth of his thigh while his hand carded through his hair. He tries to remember the last time he had been so comfortable — if ever — but his thoughts were muddled by sleep overtaking him. Never has he slept so peacefully.

“You think we could adopt him?”

“Hongjoong.”

“Seriously, Hwa, look at him. How could you not want to keep this cutie?”

“We didn’t get him from a store or a shelter — we found him on the streets. We agreed to help and take care of him for a little while, but don’t get your hopes up. You told him that he is free to go at any time, we can’t just keep him.”

Hongjoong furrowed his eyebrows, keeping his focus on the sleeping form below.

“But we can’t just let him go out on his own again.”

“If he wants to stay, I am more than happy to have him here, but he needs to make that decision for himself.”

Seonghwa sighed, watching the two from his spot in the small dining room, cleaning the table. 

“Give him some time, love. Let him adjust and settle before springing this on him so suddenly okay? I… I don’t feel comfortable just letting him go either, but he’s not ours to keep.”

“Yet.”

“Hongjoong, he’s not property.”

“You’re not property either, but you’re still mine to keep, aren’t you?’

Seonghwa eyed him before rolling his eyes and grumbling to himself as he finished his cleaning.

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

hi! I really love all your works, it makes me entertained while our country is on quarantine. Can I ask some fic about Fiona and MC where maybe Fiona gets love at first sight with MC and is very shy whenever MC’s around? Thankyou and loveyou! stay safe! xoxo

Written by @shootingstarwithagrudge

The night sky is darker than usual as I make my way through the town and towards the graveyard. Taking a deep breath, I try to steady myself before meeting the rest of the Ward. Cecelia had warned me that tardiness would not be tolerated, so I quicken my pace as I glance at the clocktower.

(Oh hells, please don’t be late)

As my feet pass the threshold of the graveyard, I immediatly feel four sets of eyes staring at me. It’s so dark out though, that I can’t see anything. I stop, using my senses to help me see where my eyes can’t, and continue on through the tombstones.

“Ah.. I see our guest of honor has finally decided to grace us with her presence.” Cecelia levels me with a cold stare. I stare back, letting her know that I’m not one back down. When I finally break her gaze, I allow my eyes to sweep across her three companions. A tall man in a cowboy hat nods in my direction, as the other two, a dangerous looking man and a petite woman, stand completely still.

“Oh.. come now, Cece.. do introduce us to your new found… friend.” The second man, whose eyes were built to bore into one’s soul, gives Cecelia a little smirk. Cecelia sighs, slowly putting her hand on my shoulder, pulling my closer to the group.

“MC.. this is Sascha.” She points dismissively at the man who had just spoken. They’re grin widens, showing me all of their teeth. I shudder for a moment before turning my gaze away. “And this is Nathan.”

The man in the cowboy hat walks forwards and nods. “Please.. call me Clyde.”

“Ok then.. Clyde… ” My eyes then sweep to the female. From what I can tell by her outline, she’s small framed and covered in a thick heavy cloak. “And who is this adorable little thing?”

I walk a bit closer, and even in the dark I can see the heat rise to her cheeks. Her golden eyes twinkling through the darkness. She grabs one of her braids, and begins idly playing with it.

“I’m uh.. I’m.. um.. Fiona?” She’s doing her best to hide her fluster, but unfortunately for her, I’m well aware of the effect I can have on beautiful woman. I make my way over to her, and bend down slightly so that I can meet her gaze.

“Well, howdy Fi! It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She makes an audible squeak as I give her my most dazzling smile. When she finally smiles back, I have to fight the urge to kiss her right there and then. I can hear Cecelia clear her throat from behind me.

“Uh.. Fiona here, is our resident fortune teller. A master at her craft.” Fiona blushed again at her Warden’s praise, but my gaze never leaves her eyes.

“Oh.. a fortune teller, eh?” I close whatever distance was left between us. Her breath catches at the close proximity of our bodies. “So tell me, oh wise one.. what do the spirits have in store for us?”

Her face, already a dark crimson, becomes an even darker shade as I emphasize the word ‘us’. She begins playing with both braids now, obviously embarrassed by just how flustered I’ve made her. I can’t help but smile a little. She clears her throat before attempting to speak.

“Oh.. ah.. N-nice to M-meet you, Miss.” She tries to meet my gaze, but something is holding her back. Before I can think, I reach out, and tip her chin up a little. Wanting nothing more than this intriguing creatures eyes on mine. I can hear Clyde and Sascha chuckling behind us.

“Wow.. I don’t think we’ve never seen anyone fluster our wise Fiona before. Looks like she never saw this one coming..” Sascha laughs at his own joke, and I can feel Cecelia’s gaze burning into the back of my shirt, but I don’t care. I hold Fiona’s eyes for as long as I can.

“No.. we certainly haven’t.” Cecelia’s voice is almost as cold as the night air, and with that, Fiona finally breaks my gaze, looking down to her feet which are mindlessly making circles in the dirt. I sigh in annoyance, turning quickly on the others.

“And? So what if I have!? There’s no need to embarrass her!” I quickly turn back to Fiona, hoping she’ll level me just one more time with that golden stare of hers. I begin fidgeting with my own hair before continuing. “and m-maybe I’m just as flustered as she is!”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Fiona stands up taller. Locking her eyes directly onto mine as though she’s trying to read my very thoughts.

(Oh right.. fortune teller..)

“R-really?” She asks. Her voice is soft and barely above a whisper, but her eyes are pleading. Golden beacons shining through the darkness, and I’m suddenly very aware of how strong the chemistry is between us. She must feel it too, for she takes a step even closer. I begin to feel the heat rising from my cheeks and down to my neck.

(Oh hells.)

“O-of course” My voice comes out strained. I lick my lips, trying to keep my cool composure. “I would never lie to a beautiful lady”

I give her my most dazzling smile, which she fully reciprocates. Her eyes seeming to glisten as they make their way to my lips.

“Ah- t-that’s.. that’s good” She whispers low enough so that only I can hear her. I try to open my mouth to respond, but before I know it, her lips are on mine. The world spins as I return the kiss. My heart seems to slow and speed up all at the same time, and I swear, just for a moment, that I see stars.

(Holy shi-)

As she breaks the kiss, I’m left speechless. My fingers tracing the spot where her lips just were. She gives me a shy smirk, her eyes almost glowing.

“Now that..” She pauses through a laugh. “I didn’t see coming.”

[artemlss]

𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴 - 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘸 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘻𝘬𝘢.

Matthew Noszka as Himself.

ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡ ɴᴏsᴢᴋᴀ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғᴄ

in which a girl finds her partner in a compromising position.

2739 words.

𝙻𝙴𝚃'𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

AS MATTHEW AND JAYDE GOT CLOSER to their wedding day, they only got more and more stressed. It was only weeks away at this point, and the pressure of getting everything done on time was weighing them down.

Jayde was busy sorting her bridal party and the reception, while Matthew was organising his groomsmen and their honeymoon.

Their romance was a complete adventure. While Jayde was on a girls holiday in Italy, she ran into Matthew when she got a little lost and stumbled into his modelling shoot. She apologised and tried to leave before Matthew asked her to stay for the shoot.  They spent days in the intense European sun, Matthew hypnotised by the way her melanin-rich skin absorbed the rays, making her just glow. It was one of his favourite things about her. He would just hold her hand and look at the contact between their skin, or run his hands up and down her thighs. He was mesmerised by her beauty and after being her tour guide, they returned to the states. They were thrilled to know that they were in the same state, and after two years together they had purchased a house and became engaged.

He took her on a trip to The Alps, and they decided to camp out in his SUV one night instead of staying at their lodge. The back seats were flattened out were transformed into a double bed, they had so many snacks and heating was sorted with the plethora of extra fuel they had.

He bought an 8-karat platinum ring, with an emerald cut and smaller diamonds in a pave-style on the band. It glistened against the winter sun setting over the mountains, similar to her eyes when he finally popped the question.

Minus the stress of the wedding, they have been in bliss since then.

Jayde shut the door of their shared home behind her as she sighed. It was only four pm, but she had been on her feet since one. It was only supposed to be her final fitting for her dress, but some issues came up with the cake being out of stock and the venue being double-booked so she was out longer than intended. It was supposed to be a lazy day for the couple so Matthew had to find something else to occupy his time.

She removed her heels and her jacket.

"Babe?" Jayde questioned.

There was no answer, which was unusual because his car was in the drive and he always told her when he was going out.

"Babe!" she shouted up the stairs. We were about to shoot again before she heard some strange noises coming from upstairs. The furrowed her brows before going to investigate.

They got clearer as she got closer, now being able to make out words.

"Holy shi-oh my God, " and her eyes widened.

Jayde knew Matthew's moans like the back of her hand, and she was intrigued because she had never seen him masturbate. Of course, she knew he did it, but he had never been caught in the act. And she never knew how hot it was.-

"Oh my God, so good, " She had her ear pressed against the door at this point, and she couldn't help her panties soaking and cracking open the door to watch him pleasure himself.

She peeped through the crack of the master and she was completely taken aback from what she saw.

There her fiancé was, stripped of all his clothing and painted with sweat. He sat on his knees on their shared bed, eyes screwed shut and expletives still carelessly leaving his mouth. He stroked himself with power, slightly thrusting into his hand.

"Oh my-uh, fuck yes, " She opened the door fully but Matthew was still wrapped up in his little world. As she looked around, she came across strings of what was his semen strewn across the room. Small puddles of cum also sat on their bed, and Jayde's eyebrows raised when she realised that this wasn't his first time masturbating today.

Wetness began pooling between her thighs, but instead of finishing her fiancè off, she decided to see how far he would go. What was even more arousing was that one of Jayde's lacy thongs hung out of his mouth, his teeth clenching around them with every tug.

Matthew leaned forward and twisted the sheets in front of him as he stroked himself with more passion. A look that you recognised made its way onto his face as he stroked faster. His cum from earlier was the perfect lube, making wet noises that made her soak through her panties.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna-fuck!"

Matthew's eyebrows furrowed before the room was filled with the sounds of his pleasure, and ropes of his hot seed shot out to the sheets. It was an inexplicable amount of semen and there was nothing Jayde wanted more than to clean it up for him.

The orgasm was so intense for him and he shuddered at the sensitivity he experienced as he slowly rode himself through it. His pleasure building up from earlier made his hands and thighs shake, his face and upper chest flushed pink. And as he stroked himself softly, he finally opened his eyes.

"Having fun?" she smiled at him.

Matthew mirrored her smile, "Well from the flustered look on your face, you seemed to enjoy the show."

He stared at his hard-on for a couple of seconds, sighed and went back to stroking his length as soft moans left his mouth. He looked back up at his fianceè and gave her a panty-dropping smile.

"I'll clean the sheets, I promise."

She walked over to him, and he stopped touching himself, leaning his head on her chest with an exasperated sigh. She grinned as she twirled her underwear that was caught between his teeth around her fingers. Matthew let out a breathy laugh.

“What have told you about these?”

“You know they’re my favourite!” He laughed. Jayde grinned, pulled them out of his mouth and threw them to the side as Matthew whined.

She ran her fingers through his damp hair and smiled.

"You look so tired baby, maybe you should rest."

"Trust me, I would if I could make this go away. I've been hard since you left the house."

Her brows furrowed, "You have been jacking off for three hours?"

He voice became strained, "Babe, I'm so hard it hurts. I mean, there's a limit to long I can do this for."

Jayde pulled his face up to hers and kissed him on the lips.

"You want me to take care of you, baby?" she whispered as she took a hold of his length, making him hiss slightly.

"Please," Although he was sensitive, Matthew couldn't help thrusting into her hand. She could make him fall at her feet and he wasn't ashamed of it one bit.  "Fix it, baby."

She stared into his eyes, watching the man that would usually be dominant in the bedroom being vulnerable and begging her to please him. These moments rarely came, so when they did, she happily basked in them.

She softly kissed him again before she pushed him to lie down on their bed. She swiftly undressed herself to free her fiancé of any more torture and palmed him slowly but tightly. Groans left Matthew's lips uncontrollably as he turned his head to stuff his head in a pillow and writhed under Jayde's touch.

"Fuck baby, you always know just how I like it," he moaned as he sat upon his elbows, and he groaned as she took him in her mouth. She giggled slightly and put her ass in view behind her and began to twerk for him.

"Oh my god," They looked into each other's eyes as she played with his heavy sack, coaxing more pornographic sounds from him. "You know how much I love that ass, baby." He grinned and she paused to mirror it.

"Deeper baby, deeper," Matthew whispered as he threw his head back against the pillow. He softly rocked his hips into her mouth and tangled his hands in her hair.

A lake pooled between Jayde's thighs as she relished in the praise he was giving her. There was nothing that turned her on more than knowing that she is making him feel good. And from the way he was biting lip, he was feeling better than good.

"I love seeing that diamond as you stroke me," he mumbled as he glanced at the expensive jewel glistening on her finger, "Reminds me that you're mine."

She giggled before sitting up on her knees between his legs, "Always yours."

She took him down causing her saliva to collect in her mouth, which she used when she paid profuse attention to his heavy sack. "You have such sexy lips, love seeing them around my cock." he muttered when she returned to his tip, her Fenty-glossed lips all over his length. Matthew soon became restless; Jayde was too good at this and he wanted to just bury himself in her.

"Baby, I wanna feel your pussy. Please, I can't last like this."

Jayde took him out of her mouth and chuckled before sloppily spitting on his dick and going up to straddle him. She began dragging her wet folds along his cock, making Matthew's brows furrow and breath quicken.

Jayde enjoyed watching him writhe but decided to put an end to his torture. She finally impaled herself on his length, causing both of them to let out harsh breaths. His eyes immediately closed and he cursed to himself as she slowly moved up and down in his lap.

"Don't tease me, baby. I'm too hard. Please," he panted as he began to get restless on the sheets. Jayde smiled to herself and rolled her hips back and forth at a moderate speed. His tip hit just the right spot, and she could already feel a climax building.

"Oh fuck, " Jayde dragged out before whipping her head back. "Feel good, baby?" she gasped as she brought her hands to his chest and accumulate some speed.

"Your pussy always feels good. Fuck, I'm not gonna last long!" He was practically shaking underneath her.

"Me neither. Come on baby, come on," she whispered to Matthew, driving him closer to his orgasm. "You can make me cum, can't you? Don't you wanna feel my pussy squeezing you, milking you till you can't take it?"

The way he was responding to her dirty talk sent butterflies to her pussy, the pulsing sensation causing her moans to intensify.

"You want me to make you cum, huh?" Matthew whispered in her before pulling her flush to his chest. He threw his large palm across her ass several times, leaving marks on her cocoa skin. He left one palm on her and encircled his other arm around her waist, thrusting himself up into her.

The air was injected with the aroma of his cum and their sweat, their moans and pants as well as the sound of their skin bouncing against each other. His pubic hair stroked her clit continually, pushing her to the edge.

"You wanted me to make you cum yeah? Come on, baby, cum on my cock." Matthew encouraged her, and it wasn't long until she spilt over.

"Oh, my G- Matthew! Oh, I'm cumming baby, fuuuuckkk!" Jayde slowed down immediately, her mouth dropping and her eyes screwing shut. No sound came from her mouth for a while, the prime of her climax being too much, but soon after an assemblage of curses and groans tumbled from her throat.  Her pussy pulsed around him in an even rhythm, causing him to moan as he rode her through. The sheer intensity of the orgasm forced Matthew out, her essence covering their crotches.

"No, baby I can't, " Jayde murmured as he began to slap his wet cock on her pearl, causing her to shake and jerk softly.

Matthew chuckled and held her neck to meet her lips in a nasty kiss. She softly ground on him before he let out a growl and pulled away.

He smiled, "Bend over baby, I wanna see that ass bounce while I fuck you." Matthew struck his hand over her ass, causing her to giggle just before he picked her up and let her assume the position.

Jayde flipped her hair as she arched her back and shook her ass, hearing Matthew's hearty laugh behind her as he played with her cheeks. He spat on her pussy and used his head to rub it in; Jayde hummed in delight. He didn't waste any time before sliding himself in, still feeling the aftershocks of Jayde's orgasm on his cock. He was so flustered at this point, her tightness mixed with the never-ending vibrations of her pussy got him closer than he realised. Although Jayde wasn't on top anymore, she had all of the control. And if she spoke the way she did earlier he wasn't gonna last long.

"You know I love it when you fuck me from the back baby. Mmhm, having that ass in your face is nice, huh." She whispered lustfully as his groans reverberated of their bedroom walls.

He threw his head back and sighed, before speaking her ass again; one hand holding her waist as she quickened his speed and intensified his thrusts.

"Fuck baby," He almost sounded pained, and he looked pained as well. LIps bit, eyes closed and brows furrowed. Jayde found it so sexy watching him at her mercy, having the power once in a while was something she always took advantage of. "You can't just say shit like that."

"Why not, huh?" She taunted and teased him as he neared his climax, the grip tightening on her waist as he fucked her harder. "You gonna come? Because that's what I fucking want. That load deep in my pussy."

The band in Matthews loin began to snap, there was no holding him back from this and after being hard for hours, this was gonna be one of the most intense orgasms of his life. "Oh fuck, Jayde. I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah? Come on, I want all your nut, daddy." The sexiness at the base of her voice ended it all for him. He saw every colour of the rainbow; all the stars in the sky. "I'm fucking cu-" Matthew had no choice but to cut himself off as a wave of intense pleasure enveloped his soul. He had never felt anything like it. It was like several fireworks just went off at the core of his being.

The amount of cum he released was enough to give them unlimited babies, the groans and calls of Jayde's name uncontrollably falling from his lips.  And she was loving every moment, she had never seen him fall apart like that. Seeing him completely submissive to her was so hot and opened her mind up to exploring the Sub/Dom fantasies in the future. There was so much cum that her pussy began to overflow as his legs slightly quivered.

Soon, he was able to come down from this otherworldly high, the grip on her waist and ass loosening as he finally drew his cock to with a hiss. He ran his fingers through his sweat-dampened hair before using the last of his strength to pick her up and position them face to face.

Matthew placed a kiss on Jayde's lips, slightly panting still. He smiled when he finally began to feel his hard-on deflate, placing his head in the crook of her neck. She ran her nails up and down the back of his head.

"Mhm," Matthew moaned in bliss and exhaustion, "Thank you, baby."

"It's never a problem. You know I love making you cum." She smiled.

They laid there in silence for some moments, on the verge of falling asleep before Jayde spoke up.

She giggled, "As much as I love being your cumslut, I don't think its a good idea for us to stay here tonight." She glanced towards the semen coated sheets.

Matthew grinned, "And as much as I would pay to see you rolling around in my cum, I can't say that you're wrong."

And with that, he picked her up and staggered to a guest bedroom, their intense sessions making the process of falling asleep too easy.

[varian-varient]

“I-I-I... to s-say... to tel-l you... I-I mean...”

Gift for @kingtamakimurder!! <3 HAPPY VALENTINES DAY. I LOVE YOU.

1- I know cherry blossoms do not bloom in February, it just fits my vision. 2- Yes, it’s 110% Valentines in the ficlette, I started this a while ago and thought I would finish this sooner than Christmas. 3- Please teach me how to format on mobile. 4- lmao y’all, good luck reading the confession, you have to fill in the stutter and pauses better than I could write.

Word Count: 2,400-ish.

KISSES!!! (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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It tumbled out of your locker when you were talking to Nejire. You didn’t notice it at first, but the gasp she made was enough to make you worry. She held your arm and jumped, repeating “oh my god!” in your ear in various pitches and volumes.

“Meet me under the old Cherry Blossom tree by Ground Xi during lunch?”

You think she squealed louder than you did. The little note was perfect- the script was neat and well practiced, something you don’t think you could recognize and the missing signature didn’t help. The little drawing of the bunny at the bottom was adorable, and oddly familiar. You held it too your face and smiled- it smelled like vanilla. You hoped it was from him...

Valentine’s Day was the only day where people could fawn over all the crushes they had without being ridiculed. However, you still couldn’t tell yours. He was... a work in progress, some times. But he was worth the work and time. His smile, his laughter, everything was worth every second it took to make him smile. Tamaki was your everything- even if you weren’t his.

You started to like him after your first year Sports Festival. After walking to the stage to fight you, he got nervous after some of the other students cheered both of you on and he accidentally activated his quirk- chicken wings to hide himself, but he was an angel. For the rest of the battle you couldn’t stop thinking about how... angelic, perfect, absolutely beautiful he looked. He eventually just knocked you out of the ring, muttering a thousand apologies. It was when he got to the final battle with Mirio did he actually fight.... kidding- those idiots played three rounds of “Rock, Paper, Scissors” and decide the winner off of that. Tamaki won.

But that was 2 years ago! You couldn’t harbor feelings like this for going on 3 years! ......... It was a lie and you knew it; Mirio and Nejire knew it; the class knew it; the teachers knew it; the only one who didn’t know it was Tamaki himself. You would laugh at his jokes, smile at him, wave to him, made sure his comments were taken care of in group activities if Mirio wasn’t around, ask him questions about his day or weekend, have him know that someone was watching out for him.

Few times did you talked to him alone- you felt your face flush thinking about him- he would turn away and nod to questions or comments. Hardly would he actually respond back to you. Sometimes, on days he’s was flushed and sick, he would avoid you all together. It was nice to think he was afraid of getting you sick too.

As you left to leave for class, you ran into Mirio and Tamaki talking in a mostly empty hallway. Mirio was giving Tamaki his daily pep talk, but this one looked more personal. A loud “YOU GAVE IT TO HER?” echoed, pride and terror both laced Mirio’s tone. As they locked eyes with you, Tamaki shied away against a window. You waved, but only one waved back- almost robotic and forced for the situation. Passing by them, you smiled to Tamaki. He only gave a half smile back- and with the small glimpse of his face you saw, he was as red as you could remember him to be. What a horrible day to get sick on...

You walked the rest of the way to class, mostly lost in thought, even with Nejire beating on your arm. Crossing paths with your homeroom teacher, Present Mic, you silently greeted him with a lovesick smile on your face. Nejire walked in behind you, talking her head off about anything and everything. You over heard a quick “Did he...? Oh my god! He did?!” and “Yes! He did!” from Nejire and Mic. Those two could gossip together more than any other student.

As you sat and got your desk ready for class, you spaced out thinking about the note, and Tamaki, and who ever else you could think of who could have writen it. There was the electric blond from 1-A; the shadow girl from 2-C; the one student from 2-B you sometimes tutored; but everything lead to Tama-

“So? You gonna go?” Nejire whispered loudly, catching you out of thought. She pulled a chair up to your desk and sprawled a crossed your table. You looked up and away from her- accidently catching Mic-Sensei; his grin was enough to make you give up. You titled your head a little, looking away from Mic, and signed. “I’ll go, but it would feel like cheating on my feelings...if I said yes.” you whispered back. Nejire sat up straight, determination on her face. She gave you a small frown and opened her mouth to make another comment.

“What about cheating?” A voice boomed out before she could though, it was Mirio with Tamaki behind him. You gave both boys a better greeting from the first as Nejire beamed at them, waving her arms and talked louder than she needed to. “Our little one here got a confession note!” Nejire gushed about. “It fell out her locker in front of her face and she didn’t even see it. And it’s got the cutest little bunny on it, and she keeps smelling it!” Most of the class comments died down, and looked at the four of you waiting on the rest of the commotion.

“S-smelling it?” Tamaki murmured, his cheeks were a slightly less shade of pink as you locked eyes. He turned on his heels and walked to his seat, not letting anyone talk to him. He knocked his head to the top of his desk, and wrapped his arms around himself. His ears peaked from behind his hair- red as the octopus he eats. Nauseous...?

Classes were more than uneventful. More homework, no hero training for the day. Something or another about a request from the other girls. Most teacher didn’t do anything and let people talk quietly. Earserhead came by last second before lunch to ask for Tamaki, you didn’t know why but the class held their breath at it. For once was Tamaki confident, walking out with one of the most hard teachers.

They left for the hallway, the class erupted in comments. “Do you think...”, “It has to be, he’s friends with the red kid.”, “Holy shit, she’s not going to believe it.”, “This is gonna be like a fairytale!” Little comments pulled you to and from person to person. What was Tamaki going to do? Did he get in trouble? Who is “she”? What has Kirishima to do with it? Your head was swamped with dread, thinking that he was in trouble.

The lunch bell rang and the class ran out of the room. Giggles and the noise following. Nejire stayed behind with you- watching you scarf down the bento you pack- thanks to your quirk you had been limited on what you can eat. She talked enough the fill the silence as you ate. Mostly about her hair, or her nails, or how Yuyu has been doing, or her training.

“For someone afraid to cheat on your feelings, you’re excited enough to go see the note writer!” was the last comment you heard before you booked it out of the classroom. Waving her a salut, you ran down the empty hallway. “Yeah,” you thought. “I’m waiting for Tamaki.”

Finding the tree was easy- it is the only tree as old as quirks itself. Generations upon generations of flowers blooming from its branches. No one was under it yet, you were alone- happily. You steadied your breath once and you walked back and forth, in front of the tree.

Was it just the wind or did you it feel like the blossoms were falling much quicker around you alone? None of the other flowers from other trees were falling as quickly. Trying to look up, the sunlight glared at you to look back down.

You stood, bouncing and walking back and forth, waiting- for what could have felt like hours. Checking your phone, you see that it’s only been 20 minutes. Just long enough for someone to eat, normally, and make their way over to the tree, when not running. You brushed your hands against your face, reminding yourself to breath. They would come when they were ready.

They would come and it would be fine- the writer of the note would be coming and you’d look cute and if it wasn’t Tamaki, you’d gently let them down, and if it was Tamaki, you wouldn’t cry and let him talk first- but if this was a jok-

“L-Lost in th-though-t a-a-again, Bun-Bunny?” a timid voice got you out of the scatterbrained thoughts. You locked eyes with the same shade indigo you were just thinking of. It didn’t click to you who it even was- blinking away. He laughed silently, watching at the gears turned before the lightbulb clicked on.

“Ta-Ta-Tama!” You took a few steps back, and bumped into the tree. You were so ready for it to be him, but now? Now you lost everything you wanted to say to him. Blank minded, you could stare.

He jumped back at same time you did. The slight of his cool demeanor gone. He grasped his hands and pulled at his fingers, a trick Mirio taught him to calm down. Taking a heavy breath, he stayed staring at the ground and begin his nervous rant.

“I-I wasn’t sure i-if you would ev-en come. Mirio sai-d I shoul-d tell you bef-before the year en-ded, but I... wasn’t sure if you-you wanted to... be w-with... me. Fat Gum tol-told me that I-I would re-regret it if... I didn’t tel-l you s-oon, since I see you ev-ery-day and may not-not get to see you as oft-often af-ter grad-gradu-ation- with us becom-becoming heroes and all.... And Kiri-Kirishi-ma and other fir-first years ke-kept giv-ing me re-really b-bad ideas t-to con-fess to... you. Yaya sai-d thi-is would be be-best.” He took a small break and kept talking. He rocked himself; from one foot to the other, and back and forth from his heels to his toes.

“Bu-t I-I did-n’t wa-nt to... em-barr-ass you a-and m-ma-ke you so un-uncom-forta-ble that-that you woul-d leave... me. You’re jus-t ama-zing, a-and st-rong, a-and you nev-never gi-give up t-to anyth-thing. You al-alway-s put other-other people fir-first.” He was rambling and shying himself away. His stutter was getting worse with every passing word.

“Tama, slow down... I would always be here for you...” you knew what he was getting at, but right now you didn’t want him to put you on this pedestal. You just wanted to help him before he launched himself into a panic. He gave a small huff, he looked down harder, twitteling his hands together then grabbing his pants. You reached forwards to grab him, before he wrinkled his pants or ripped them from his grasp, but he took a step back from you. His head still hung low.

“I-I-I... to s-say... to tel-l you... I-I mean...” His stutter was worse. He wasn’t shaking yet, but he has going to be getting there soon. You took another step forward, but he took another step back- he didn’t want the comfort, he wanted to do this. You raised one of your hands out to him, letting him come to you instead. Giving him the softest smile you could, reminding him you’re still you and still here for him. He let go of his pants and grabbed your outstretched hand and just pressed his lips to your knuckle for a few seconds. Letting go of your hand and taking a deep breath, he looked up and looked you in the eyes.

“I wanted to tell you I like you, Bunny.”

For once he didn’t stutter. You collapsed against him and grabbed the back of his shirt, and began to sniffle to stop yourself from crying. Baring your face into his chest- vanilla eloping your mind. He wrapped his arms around you and nervously called for you. You felt yourself begin to tear up anyways. The note was his- this was his declaration to you.

“B-Bunn-y?” There is was. The pauses and stutter you love. The nervous ticks you love. The person you love. He loved you back.

You pulled away ever so sightly, and looked up to him. Your smile was brighter than the sun itself. He felt the same way. He felt the same way and this wasn’t a dream. Your eyes were glossy. You held onto his cheeks and tilted, catching him onto the most chaste, most innocent first kiss. He tensed up for a second and you began to pull away and apologize.

But- soft and gently- his began to kiss back, gliding onto yours. His hands dropped from your back to rest upon you hips, innocently pulling you close. You hands drifted from his face to his hair, tugging the knotted strands. As you parted for a quick breath, he uttered the words against your lips.

“I love you, Bunny.”

You leaned in for another kiss, feeling the tears begin to finally fall, before you both heard it. Whoops and cheers came from above you; you both pulled away and looked up in shock. Classmates and the students from 1-A sat in the tree- waging and waving the branches to make the cherry blossoms fall faster.

“I KNEW IT!” “Go Tamaki!” “Congrats Senpais!” “I told you this would work, Amajiki!” “He finally got the girl!”

You turned away form the monkeys and looked at Tamaki. The word was breathless on your lips. He smiled and held you, whipping away a few stray tears. Your cheeks began to hurt from how much your were smiling.

“Finally?” Like the last of the the tape had been ripped away from him, Tamaki sternly looked at your nose. Keeping his eyes on your face, yes, but still to nervous to look into your eyes again.

“Bunny, I-I.... I’ve lov.... l-liked you gr-eatly sin-since fir-st year. W-ill you please go-o out with...me?” He gasped out the last of the confession and gave a small pause at ‘me’. Like he was waiting for rejection, he turned his head and held his breath. Still holding onto your waist. You placed your hands back onto his cheeks and guided him face you, kissing him again- telling him he’s been the only one in your heart.

While everyone knew about your crush on Tamaki but him; everyone knew about Tamaki’s crush on you but you.

[thehierophage]

Atu XX: The Aeon

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

Correspondences:

Hebrew Letter: Shin (c) Numerical Value as Letter: 300 Numerical Value as Word: 360/1010 [nic(Shin + Yod + Nun)/ ]ic(Shin + Yod + Nun fin.)] Meaning of Letter: Tooth Thoth Card: The Aeon (Atu XX) Alternate Title: The Spirit of the Primal Fire. Tree of Life Path Association: Path 31/31-bis, links Hod to Malkuth (8 & 10)

Astrological Sign: N/A Element: Fire / (31 bis.) Spirit (BA) Egyptian Godforms: Thoum-Aesh-Neith, Horus/Mau/Kabeshunt, Tarpesheth; (as 31-bis) Asar

Geomantic Figure: Those of Fiery Triplicity (p t q)

Gemstones: Fire Opal; (as 31-bis) Black Diamond Perfumes: (as 31) Olibanum, all Fiery Odours Plants: (as 31) Red Poppy, Hibiscus, Nettle; (as 31 bis) Almond in flower Animals: (as 31) Lion (Cherub of Fire); Sphinx (if sworded and crowned)

Colors (For Key 31 / 31 bis.):

King Scale – Glowing orange scarlet / White, merging Grey

Queen Scale – Vermillion/ Deep purple (near black)

Prince Scale – Scarlet, flecked gold /  The 7 prismatic colours, the violet being outside

Princess Scale – Vermillion flecked crimson & emerald / White, red, yellow, blue, black (the latter outside)

The Secret Instruction of the Master:

Be every Act an Act of Love and Worship!

Be every Act the Fiat of a God!

Be every Act a Source of radiant Glory!

Mnemonic:

Nuit, Hadit, Ra-Hoor-Khuit! The Aeon

Of the Twin Child! Exult, o Empyrean!

Liber CCXXXI

Then also the Pyramid was builded so that the Initiation might be complete.

Holy Book Reading: Liber LXV, Ch. IV

IV

1.  O crystal heart! I the Serpent clasp Thee; I drive home mine head into the central core of Thee, O God my beloved.

2.  Even as on the resounding wind-swept heights of Mitylene some god-like woman casts aside the lyre, and with her locks aflame as an aureole, plunges into the wet heart of the creation, so I, O Lord my God!

3.  There is a beauty unspeakable in this heart of corruption, where the flowers are aflame.

4.  Ah me! but the thirst of Thy joy parches up this throat, so that I cannot sing.

5.  I will make me a little boat of my tongue, and explore the unknown rivers. It may be that the everlasting salt may turn to sweetness, and that my life may be no longer athirst.

6.  O ye that drink of the brine of your desire, ye are nigh to madness! Your torture increaseth as ye drink, yet still ye drink. Come up through the creeks to the fresh water; I shall be waiting for you with my kisses.

7.  As the bezoar-stone that is found in the belly of the cow, so is my lover among lovers.

8.  O honey boy! Bring me Thy cool limbs hither! Let us sit awhile in the orchard, until the sun go down! Let us feast on the cool grass! Bring wine, ye slaves, that the cheeks of my boy may flush red.

9.  In the garden of immortal kisses, O thou brilliant One, shine forth! Make Thy mouth an opium-poppy, that one kiss is the key to the infinite sleep and lucid, the sleep of Shi-loh-am.

10.  In my sleep I beheld the Universe like a clear crystal without one speck.

11.  There are purse-proud penniless ones that stand at the door of the tavern and prate of their feats of wine-bibbing.

12.  There are purse-proud penniless ones that stand at the door of the tavern and revile the guests.

13.  The guests dally upon couches of mother-of-pearl in the garden; the noise of the foolish men is hidden from them.

14.  Only the inn-keeper feareth lest the favour of the king be withdrawn from him.

15.  Thus spake the Magister V.V.V.V.V. unto Adonai his God, as they played together in the starlight over against the deep black pool that is in the Holy Place of the Holy House beneath the Altar of the Holiest One.

16.  But Adonai laughed, and played more languidly.

17.  Then the scribe took note, and was glad. But Adonai had no fear of the Magician and his play.

For it was Adonai who had taught all his tricks to the Magician.

18.  And the Magister entered into the play of the Magician. When the Magician laughed he laughed; all as a man should do.

19.  And Adonai said: Thou art enmeshed in the web of the Magician. This He said subtly, to try him.

20.  But the Magister gave the sign of the Magistry, and laughed back on Him: O Lord, O beloved, did these fingers relax on Thy curls, or these eyes turn away from Thine eye?

21.  And Adonai delighted in him exceedingly.

22.  Yea, O my master, thou art the beloved of the Beloved One; the Bennu Bird is set up in Philæ not in vain.

23.  I who was the priestess of Ahathoor rejoice in your love. Arise, O Nile-God, and devour the holy place of the Cow of Heaven! Let the milk of the stars be drunk up by Sebek the dweller of Nile!

24.  Arise, O serpent Apep, Thou art Adonai the beloved one! Thou art my darling and my lord, and Thy poison is sweeter than the kisses of Isis the mother of the Gods!

25.  For Thou art He! Yea, Thou shalt swallow up Asi and Asar, and the children of Ptah. Thou shalt pour forth a flood of poison to destroy the works of the Magician. Only the Destroyer shall devour Thee; Thou shalt blacken his throat, wherein his spirit abideth. Ah, serpent Apep, but I love Thee!

26.  My God! Let Thy secret fang pierce to the marrow of the little secret bone that I have kept against the Day of Vengeance of Hoor-Ra. Let Kheph-Ra sound his sharded drone! let the jackals of Day and Night howl in the wilderness of Time! let the Towers of the Universe totter, and the guardians hasten away! For my Lord hath revealed Himself as a mighty serpent, and my heart is the blood of His body.

27.  I am like a love-sick courtesan of Corinth. I have toyed with kings and captains, and made them my slaves. To-day I am the slave of the little asp of death; and who shall loosen our love?

28.  Weary, weary! saith the scribe, who shall lead me to the sight of the Rapture of my master?

29.  The body is weary and the soul is sore weary and sleep weighs down their eyelids; yet ever abides the sure consciousness of ecstasy, unknown, yet known in that its being is certain. O Lord, be my helper, and bring me to the bliss of the Beloved!

30.  I came to the house of the Beloved, and the wine was like fire that flieth with green wings through the world of waters.

31.  I felt the red lips of nature and the black lips of perfection. Like sisters they fondled me their little brother; they decked me out as a bride; they mounted me for Thy bridal chamber.

32.  They fled away at Thy coming; I was alone before Thee.

33.  I trembled at Thy coming, O my God, for Thy messenger was more terrible than the Death-star.

34.  On the threshold stood the fulminant figure of Evil, the Horror of emptiness, with his ghastly eyes like poisonous wells. He stood, and the chamber was corrupt; the air stank. He was an old and gnarled fish more hideous than the shells of Abaddon.

35.  He enveloped me with his demon tentacles; yea, the eight fears took hold upon me.

36.  But I was anointed with the right sweet oil of the Magister; I slipped from the embrace as a stone from the sling of a boy of the woodlands.

37.  I was smooth and hard as ivory; the horror gat no hold. Then at the noise of the wind of Thy coming he was dissolved away, and the abyss of the great void was unfolded before me.

38.  Across the waveless sea of eternity Thou didst ride with Thy captains and Thy hosts; with Thy chariots and horsemen and spearmen didst Thou travel through the blue.

39.  Before I saw Thee Thou wast already with me; I was smitten through by Thy marvellous spear.

40.  I was stricken as a bird by the bolt of the thunderer; I was pierced as the thief by the Lord of the Garden.

41.  O my Lord, let us sail upon the sea of blood!

42.  There is a deep taint beneath the ineffable bliss; it is the taint of generation.

43.  Yea, though the flower wave bright in the sunshine, the root is deep in the darkness of earth.

44.  Praise to thee, O beautiful dark earth, thou art the mother of a million myriads of myriads of flowers.

45.  Also I beheld my God, and the countenance of Him was a thousandfold brighter than the lightning. Yet in his heart I beheld the slow and dark One, the ancient one, the devourer of His children.

46.  In the height and the abyss, O my beautiful, there is no thing, verily, there is no thing at all, that is not altogether and perfectly fashioned for Thy delight.

47.  Light cleaveth unto Light, and filth to filth; with pride one contemneth another. But not Thou, who art all, and beyond it; who art absolved from the Division of the Shadows.

48.  O day of Eternity, let Thy wave break in foamless glory of sapphire upon the laborious coral of our making!

49.  We have made us a ring of glistening white sand, strewn wisely in the midst of the Delightful Ocean.

50.  Let the palms of brilliance flower upon our island; we shall eat of their fruit, and be glad.

51.  But for me the lustral water, the great ablution, the dissolving of the soul in that resounding abyss.

52.  I have a little son like a wanton goat; my daughter is like an unfledged eaglet; they shall get them fins, that they may swim.

53.  That they may swim, O my beloved, swim far in the warm honey of Thy being, O blessed one, O boy of beatitude!

54.  This heart of mine is girt about with the serpent that devoureth his own coils.

55.  When shall there be an end, O my darling, O when shall the Universe and the Lord thereof be utterly swallowed up?

56.  Nay! who shall devour the Infinite? who shall undo the Wrong of the Beginning?

57.  Thou criest like a white cat upon the roof of the Universe; there is none to answer Thee.

58.  Thou art like a lonely pillar in the midst of the sea; there is none to behold Thee, O Thou who beholdest all!

59.  Thou dost faint, thou dost fail, thou scribe; cried the desolate Voice; but I have filled thee with a wine whose savour thou knowest not.

60.  It shall avail to make drunken the people of the old gray sphere that rolls in the infinite Far-off; they shall lap the wine as dogs that lap the blood of a beautiful courtesan pierced through by the Spear of a swift rider through the city.

61.  I too am the Soul of the desert; thou shalt seek me yet again in the wilderness of sand.

62.  At thy right hand a great lord and a comely; at thy left hand a woman clad in gossamer and gold and having the stars in her hair. Ye shall journey far into a land of pestilence and evil; ye shall encamp in the river of a foolish city forgotten; there shall ye meet with Me.

63.  There will I make Mine habitation; as for bridal will I come bedecked and anointed; there shall the Consummation be accomplished.

64.  O my darling, I also wait for the brilliance of the hour ineffable, when the universe shall be like a girdle for the midst of the ray of our love, extending beyond the permitted end of the endless One.

65.  Then, O thou heart, will I the serpent eat thee wholly up; yea, I will eat thee wholly up.

Love is the law, love under will.

[ilovemygaydad]

picture frame(d) [part 2]

a continuation of this prompt

pairings: pre-romantic logince

warnings: mentioned death threats, gay panic, lots of swearing, anger, panic attacks, sass, stuttering, verbal conflict, rudeness, deceit (as a character; named damien), deceit (as in lying and deceit), yelling, manhandling and pushing, frustration, and possibly something else

a/n: everyone really liked this so, uh.... here’s part two. i’m just gonna tag the people who reblogged the first part with comments, but i do have more ideas for this in the future if you wish to be tagged then. when will that come out? dunno. i wrote this on a whim.

@ironwoman359​ @justanotherpurplebutterfly @anxiouslyfred @five-second-cookies

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If there was one thing that infuriated Roman to no end, it would definitely be when he couldn’t find a lead to save his life.

And he couldn’t fucking find one.

He’d been on this case for weeks, and he’d interrogated every staff member half a dozen times with no results. Virgil, Patton, Joan, Talyn, Remy--he’d even talked to the delivery people--had given their stories and alibis, and they all checked out!

And there was one person who he thought he’d hit a home-run on, but it turned out that the kid only spoke French. Thank fucking god that Dr. Picani was fluent, or Roman would have had to hire a damn interpreter.

And guess what? The kid didn’t know anything! He’d never even heard of the notes until they asked.

So yeah, Roman was pretty damn frustrated. It wasn’t his fault that this whole investigation was falling apart at the seams, and Logan’s life was still on the line.

“He’s got to be involved, Roman,” Logan murmured. They were standing on the other side of a one-way mirror, watching the kid draw in a pad of paper. “He showed up just a month before the notes started appearing. It can’t be a coincidence.”

Roman hummed, deep in thought. He was going over what they had learned about the kid. Damien Gauthier, age twenty-one. Immigrated to the country at twenty and picked up a job at the palace around a month before the threats began. Works in the kitchens handling deliveries and preparing ingredients for the higher-ranking chefs. According to Patton, the kid was shy and reserved. He rarely spoke. The scarring on the left side of his face were from a burn (around his eye) and friction burn (the rest of that side of his face).

It just didn’t add up.

“I’d love to believe that we’ve found our terrorist, Lo, but there’s just no evidence. I can’t go around arresting people on a hunch.”

Logan deflated a bit. “I know… I’m just scared, I guess.”

“Hey,” Roman whispered, placing his hand gently on Logan’s shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay. I’ll figure it out. I’m sure what we’re missing is right in front of our faces.”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m sure that you’re right.” The prince sighed. “I’m going to go back to my bedroom. I’d advise that you go see the secretary; I believe that she has mail for you.”

Roman smiled and took a few steps towards the door. “Have a good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty.”

“You too, Prince Charming.”

Roman was going to redact his previous statements. The thing that infuriated him the most was when he got conned into believing the same damn prince that he had known was bad news from the beginning.

He should have fucking known. The second that he saw the fucking notes, he should have been able to figure it out. The handwriting wasn’t even that different from Logan’s. He barely changed it at all, yet Roman fell for the mystery.

He fell for Logan.

The results of the handwriting analysis had come back. They showed that the person who wrote them was left handed. Logan was a leftie, and Damien was right handed. Upon closer inspection from Roman, he noticed that the “a”s matched up almost perfectly with the ones on the rendezvous letter that Logan had left with him one particularly stressful night.

No one was threatening Logan.

The notes were just some attempt to frame Damien.

Roman flung the door to Logan’s bedroom open with more force than necessary, but he didn’t really care with all of the red clouding his thoughts.

“Roman, what are you--”

“What kind of an idiot do you take me for?!” Roman screamed, grabbing Logan by the collar and lifting him from his chair onto his feet. “Did you seriously think that I would be so stupid that I’d put an innocent man to death without evidence? Am I a joke to you?”

“What are you going on about?” Logan’s hands wrapped around Roman’s wrists, and horror shone clear in his eyes.

Roman’s voice turned too sweet too fast. “The lab results for the handwriting analysis came back, Lo. Left handed. Unlike our prime suspect, and just like you. Not to mention your pathetic attempt to mask your handwriting failed miserably.”

“It’s not what it looks like--”

“Oh, I’m pretty damn sure it’s exactly what it looks like,” Roman said; his voice gradually gained volume once more. “You played me like a damn fiddle! I fell for--” You-- “your innocent schtick, but you were completely free of guilt, trying to send that kid to death! I can’t believe you thought so poorly of my intelligence. And--holy shit--you were so fucking awful to risk your friends’ lives in your scheme! They could have been found guilty, and I bet you wouldn’t have cared. You’re just insufferable!”

Logan was still clinging to Roman’s wrists, but his expression edged almost on regret. “Roman, I swear to you that I would never try to incriminate an innocent person! He’s hiding something! I’ve seen it, Ro; he’s--”

“Save it,” Roman spat in a menacing whisper. “I don’t want to listen to you for a second longer than I have to. Go cry to your damn servants…” He leaned in close to the prince’s face. “That is, if they trust you anymore.”

In one fluid motion, Roman threw Logan back into his chair and stalked out of the room, leaving the prince gasping for breath.

“Um, excuse me, Detective,” Virgil said as he walked into Roman’s bedroom at the palace.

Roman threw him a vicious glare over his shoulder. He’d been hastily throwing his belongings and tools back into his suitcase for about an hour in preparation to vacate the palace as soon as humanly possible. He desperately wanted to go home and wallow in his sorrow and anger without the constant reminder that, hey, the prince fucking conned me for nearly a month! That’s cool, huh?!

“What do you want?”

“Oh, well, um… Well, I came to tell you that the cab you requested won’t, um… It won’t be able to come.” Virgil shied away from the intensity of Roman’s stare, and nearly jumped out of his skin when Roman spoke up again.

“So order another one.”

“I, um, can’t.”

Roman felt time still as he fully turned around. “What?”

Virgil took a step back and curled further into himself. He was nearly impossible to hear as he said, “There’s a huge blizzard coming through. We’re stranded in the palace for a few days until the storm passes and a bit of the snow clears.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Roman muttered to himself, dropping onto his bed.

“I-I’m sorry! I can try t-t-to get s-someone to come in--”

“No, I’m sorry.” Roman waved the servant off. “I’m just upset. I shouldn’t be taking it out on you.”

I should be taking it out on the real culprit, but I’d rather avoid committing a capital offense.

Virgil gave a tiny, scared nod. “Okay. Uh, if you need anything--”

“Just call. I know,” Roman said with a gentle smile. “Thanks, Virgil.”

“Uh, yeah… Bye.”

Virgil was out of the door before Roman could even think to respond.

With a sigh, the detective flopped back onto his bed. It was just his sour luck that he would be stranded in this godforsaken palace with Logan. The prince of his dreams. Stupid, handsome, deceitful Logan. He muttered a few Chinese and English curses under his breath, feeling the full exhaustion of the day weigh on him like a thick blanket. Without the drive to get the hell out of Dodge, Roman was sleepy as hell. His eyes fluttered closed. It wasn’t as if he was missing anything important if he fell asleep.