#was possessed to draw this in a night after it entered my head and wouldn't leave

[azuuuurin]

i’m a vampire, but so are you

[marilynthornhilllover]

Kinkmas fanfic: #5

Deep breaths

G!p Larissa weems x Fem!reader

Warning: smut, fingering, cunniligus, praise kink,degradation kink, possessiveness, jealousy, mean larissa, mean reader, squirting, use of strap, larissa as a d!ck, slight overstiumlation, teasing, fluff.

" what the fuck are you even talking about larissa?!" You shouted as she slammed the door behind you after you entered. You met her gaze as you turned to face her, a rather complex look painted on both your faces . You waited for her to show some sort of emotion or snap back at you but all she did was scoff as she rolled her eyes and walked pass you, giving you a disgusted look.

" great you had so much to say during the drive back now your silent?!" You shouted as you trailed behind her wanting answers. At the Christmas party that larissa hosted at Nevermore Academy tonight, a random lady was rather " kind" towards you. Touching your muscles and pretending to love your cringy jokes. of course larissa saw the communication with her hawk eyes. Larissa being the possessive and jealous wife that she was, she obviously had to cause a commotion.

She grabbed the lady by her hair and proceeded to start a fist fight but you were faster and held her back by the hips and took her outside where she then left one of the most itching slap on your face before dragging you to the car where the ride home was much more longer since she spitefully took the longer route just so that so could argue with you about how 'you were the one who allegedly led the lady one with your muscles'.

" She was grabbing your fucking ass y/n" she spoke up slamming her glass on the counter top before proceeding to pour herself some hard liquor from the wine shelf. Your eyes shot up at her as you stared daggers at her, as she of course returned them not backing down. You didn't like her attitude, usually you would fuck it out of her but tonight was just one if thoses nights where you just couldn't stand her raging jealousy, it's like she didn't trust you or didn't want you to look at any other woman other than her.

Which you didn't mind but that was utterly ridiculous not to mention impossible.

" Oh please larissa! What are you twelve!? She was holding my back so I wouldn't fall, I'm sorry I can't help it if someone gives a shit whether or not I fall in theses heels that I told you I didn't want to wear!" It was true, the lady did grab your ass, you felt it but you ignored it and you don't have a explanation as to why. but your a straight up Tom boy or in other terms a masculine feminine. You didn't have a problem wearing dresses or skirts but honestly you preferred pants and tracksuits, any shoes cuts the deal but heels is where you draw the line.

You don't know how people wear thoses things, they're literally suicide to people ankles. But of course larissa wanted you to look the part tonight and since you loved her and wanted to make her happy you decided to comply with her request.

Larissa gulped down her liquor in one shot and looked up at you with lidded eyes. Her eyes were filled with lust and nothing else mattered at this moment because she always gets her deepest desires answered by you. She took slow strides up to you her hips swaying with every step as she maintained eye contact with you. The tight navy blue dress that she was wearing clung to her body perfectly, her curves outlined spectacularly as it showed off the roundness of her ass.

She sighed as stopped right infront of you. She pouted as she leaned her head to the side to kiss you on the cheek, before leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses to your jaw and down to your neck. You moaned softly and she began gently sucking on your pulse point. You gripped the back of her head, grabbing a fist full of hair in your hands as you pulled on it, making her gasp as she looked up at you.

" maybe I should remind you who you belong to, that way you'll remember the way i fuck you and you'll trust me more mhm baby?" You asked in cooing tone as she nodded, you could already see the pent up stress and the need in her eyes as she grabbed both sides of your face and jumped onto you, wrapping her legs around your waist. You kissed her passionately. she moaned when she felt your strap rub against her core through her dress.

She whined desperately as she grind her hips over the bulge in your pants. You chuckled at her desperate state as you kicked open the door to the bedroom before dropping her down onto the mattress, before beginning to crawl onto her. She grabbed the back of your head and brought your lips to her again in a lip bruising kiss. Your tongue pushed against her lips, asking for entry which she granted without a fuss.

Both your tongues slide and wrapped around eachother in pure ecstasy making her moan into the kiss, a small needy breathy moan as she arched into you. You never wanted this moment to end, you want her to scream and cream on your fingers as many times as her body would allow her too. Larissa was like a drug, you can never truly get enough of her, and everytime you went back for more the feeling was always stronger and better. She was addicting.

The desperation on her face was turning you on, she looked eternal and fucking sexy. You reached down under her dress and ripped off her underwear resulting in her whimpering, like a bitch in heat.

You steadily took two fingers and slid them up and down her slit, feeling her arousal coat them perfectly. You knew excalty what to say and do that would make larissa be wetter than the Atlantic Ocean for you. She was just so easy to tame. You carefully slid the two fingers into her pussy making her gasp as she collapsed onto the bed getting enchanted by the feeling. You groaned slightly as you felt her greedy cunt clench down on your fingers so perfectly.

You could already feel her gummy walls squeezing the life out of your fingers. God she was a sight to see. Her chest was heaving with every breath she took, her mouth was Slightly open as her little cute innocent moans slipped through. You extracted your fingers from her cunt as she whined, her eyes shot open as she looked directly at you. She pouted as tears began to fill her visions as she gaved you that 'pleasing' look of desire and fantasy.

" n-no please baby, y/n please i- need this-" her sentence was cut off with a grutal moan as her head fell back while she shivered, feeling your fingers slowly easing themselves back into her wet cunt. She let out a soft cry as you removed them again. You smirked as her eyes opened again. Her eyebrows quirked as the sexual frustration slowly started to settle in.

" would you just fuck me already?!" She spoke, her voice raspy and filled with pure need. You almost felt sorry for her. You smirked and bit your lips as she started at you, her blue eyes piercing into your soul with frustration that soon subsided.

" please, my love" she whispered as she chased after your lips but you quickly pulled away. She groaned in frustration as she gaved up, you couldn't help but laugh at her distressed state. She was too cute.

" I can see patience is not one of your biggest virtues, my love" you cooed as you made your way down and in between her legs. You can hear her breath hitch as she let out a soft gasp when your tongue made contact with her clit in a slow and painfully teasing way. You smiled into her, loving the way you already had her squirming. You flattened out your tongue against her clit as you began flicking your tongue back and forth against her soft bud.

Larissa moaned as her hands flew to your hair arching her back in the process. You could feel her tight forceful grip on your scalp bringing your face closer to her cunt as her hips bucked against you, riding your face for more friction like the desperate whore she was. You sucked her clit into your mouth as you began to open mouth kiss the slowly becoming puffy bud, your tongue continuing to flick against it. Larissa cried out as she looked down at you before her eyes rolled back.

" fuck fuck fffuckkk" she repeatedly moaned the word 'fuck' over and over again as you felt her legs began to shake beside you.

" so fucking delicious. Good girl" you purred as you removed your mouth from her clit with a pop,.a string of saliva hang from your mouth to her sensitive bud. You softly kissed her clit making her shiver as you kissed insides of her thighs definitely leaving love bites for only you to see later. Larissa huffed as she looked down at you with pure rage. She wanted her release so bad. You smirked at her as you unbuttoned your trousers and pulled it off completely unleashing your strap.

It was larissas personal favorite, black with grit and a slight curve. Larissas eyes widen slightly as she began to literally drool for you. She wanted you so bad - sorry - she needed you so bad..... she needed you to fuck her til she couldn't remember her name, fuck her like a filthy desperate cock loving slut that she in fact was - atleast only for you.

" hand on your knees...now" you spoke in a husky tone as she completely submitted to your command switching positions immediately, laying on her stomach with her ass held high in the air. The bed dipped with your weight as you positioned the cock to her already damped entrance, she didn't even need lube, she was already itching for you, for your cock. You slowly pushed the faux dick into her pussy as she gripped the sheets and arched her back deeper, turning her head to the side to get a better view of you.

You slapped her ass cheek watching as it jiggled instantly leaving behind a red mark. She let out quiet moan as she bit her lips slowly working her hips back and forth on the cock. Your grinned as you watched her fuck herself on your dick. Watching as the cock had no complications going in and out of her. You watch as she her juices coat your cock with heavy arousal making a squelching sound every thurst. You grabbed her hair and made a messy makeshift ponytail with your hand as you pulled her up off of the mattress alittle but not completely against your chest.

" that's it, fuck yourself on my cock baby, you little dirty desperate bitch. What will the school board think if they knew you were this needy for my cock mmh baby?" she whined at your sentence, dragging the walls of her cunt against your cock faster, feeling how unbelievable good the tip was bruising against her sweet spot. She let out a pornograpic moan as she speed up her thrust going faster and deeper as her moans got much more louder.

" come on rissa, I bet you wanna cum on my cock already, that greedy cunt has a mind of it's own, I know you want it" you whispered in her ear as you, trailed kissing down her jaw and neck nibbling and caressing the tender flesh with your sharp teeth, leaving your mark on her making sure to mark your property so that people know she's yours, and yours only. You noticed her thrusts getting sloppy as her legs got wobbly.

You released her hair and pushed her down on the bed, you placed your hands on the deep arch in her back and started pounding your cock in her pussy so good you were positive she'd in oblivion soon enough. Larissa cried out as her hands immediately flew back to your hips as her red nails digged into your flesh. Her ass slapped against your lower abdomen as you pushed your dick as deep as possible into her. She whimpered as she started muttering incoherent sentences as her eyes were rolled back so far in her head, it looked as if she was possessed.

"OH GOD PLEASE!" She screamed as she tried to pull away from you but you pulled her hands back bending her body more as you went even deeper in her. her walls pulsed around the cock as her cunt tighten around it.

" you can take it baby, take it for me" you whispered kissing dow her back as quickened your brutal pace.

" f-fuck FUCK! I'm gonna pee! Darling pleasepleaseplease" she sounded so cock drunk as you ignored her plea. after all you couldn't tell if she wanted you to stop or go harder, when she said she wanted to pee, you knew fully well what she was gonna do. Her brain was all fuzzy and couldn't comprehend what she truly wanted to do. Larissa felt the coil in her tummy snap as she shook terribly against your hold squirting uncontrollably. It was so powerful that the force pushed your cock out. You smirked as you watched her juices drain out of her as her cunt throb and clench down on nothing. You allowed her to come down from her high as you gently pulled out of her, meanwhile you ran to the bathroom to get Towels to clean up the mess taking off the strap in the proces, and putting it away to clean later.

When you emerged from the bathroom you were surprised to see larissa sitting up on the bed with her shape-shifted cock hard and pulsing. Her hand ran up and down her shaft jerking off herself as her eyes stayed pinned on you.

" i think it's my turn to show you that you belong to me as well don't you think?" She purred as she flexed her hips, her cock standing on it's own silently begging you to come closer. You dropped all cleaning utensils and slowly walked up to her, before straddling her lap as both your lips met in a sneering kiss. You moaned into the kiss which larissa Swallowed as she seized the opportunity to entered her tongue into your mouth. You both groaned in unison as you sank down on her cock.

The way she was stretching you open was so delicious. You felt so full at how deep her dick kept sinking deeper into your cunt, pushing against your spongy walls. You slowly lifted your hips before sinking back down on her cock again causing her to groan as she thrust up into you trying find a comfortable seated position in you. You wrapped your hands around her neck as your eyes rolled back.

Larissa smirked as she thursted up into you watching as your face twist with pleasure.

" aw don't tell me that pretty little mind is already going blank for mommy's cock" she cooed as she leaned in to kiss you again. You moaned into her mouth as you lifted your hips and slammed down her her dick again causing her to mumble the words 'oh fuck' and 'shit' as she wrapped her arms around you. she soon started using you for her own release. The room was filled with skin smacking as larissa pounded your pussy so deliciously good, her dick hitting against your g-spot in the most satisfying way.

At this point you were seeing stars. Her eyes rolled back as she felt your hot pussy clamp down around her, sucking her in tightly.

" fucking hell, gonna cum in this pussy and fill it up with my cum, gonna make you pregnant darling" she spoke as her voice cracked. You immediately kissed her again as you felt your end nearing. You were squeezing larissa too much, she felt her coil snap as she allowed herself to cum in your needy cunt as your greedy walls clench around her and milk her dry. Her warm liquid in your pussy pushed you right over the edge as your orgasm hit you like a wreacking ball. You cummed hard on larissa cock as both your fluids dripped out of your hole.

You lazily dragged your cunt over her shaft a with few strokes as she sloppily thrusted up into you before you felt her cock go soft before, she pulled out and shifted back. You looked at her fucked out expression as she smiled up at you. You laughed before proceeding to get off her lap kissing her cheek softly.

" come on let's take a shower" you whispered as you kissed her nose. She chuckled at your cuteness before following your lead into the bathroom. You turned on the water and filled up the bathtub both your legs too wobbly to stand. After the water was the perfect temperature you slipped in and she slipped in between you. You both took turns washing eachothers skin with rich lavender bath soap and vanilla sugar scrubs with natural herbs. After you both wrapped eachother in cozy towels as you both did your skincare routines together.

After you were done you practically threw yourself onto the bed, not caring about putting on any clothes and larissa did the same. She wrapped you in her warm arms as she pulled you in for a gentle kiss pm the forehead. You both smiled in satisfaction as sleep started clouding your visions.

Larissa gently started scratching your scalp with her nails as you quickly fell asleep in her arms, safe and happy. She carefully kissed your lips as she snuggled into your neck.

" I love you sweetheart" she whispered as she too fell in deep slumber.

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[theabysss]

Hearts

pairing: sagau!Childe x Reader

summary: After Child completed your task, he returned to you with a gift.

warnings: religious + cult themes, possessive & obsessive thoughts, cannibalism, mentions of people's deaths, suggestive.

word count: 850

note: I post again at night, it seems it is becoming a bad habit. I need to do something about it. And I, successfully survived more than half of my exams, there is still a little bit left and I will be free. ＼(￣▽￣)／

Childe enters your throne room, bringing with him the thick, iron smell of blood. In his left hand, he firmly holds the casket by the handle, slippery with blood. Inside was his gift to you and he hoped you would like it. His eyes light up when he sees you sitting on the throne. Your elegant posture, full of superiority, the feeling of your power at the border of his consciousness - you were perfection, a true deity.

You gesture to him to come closer and he immediately obeys. The soft carpet leading to your throne muffles Childe's steps, he kneels in front of you at the very throne and bows his head.

"Ajax, have you dealt with those infidels?" His real name escaping from your lips will ignite the blood in his veins.

"Yes, Your Grace, no one is left alive and I gave each of the apostates the most painful death." Childe's voice is full of pride, he carried out your order, maybe you even praise him, he would really like it.

When you lift his chin and Childe meets your eyes, your beautiful eyes, he swallows noisily, enjoying the sight of your features.

"Good boy, I knew you wouldn't disappoint me." You put your hand on Ajax's cheek, completely oblivious to the blood.

Childe blissfully closes his eyes, and tilts his head, trying to cling to your palm even stronger. There is nothing that he could not do for you, because you were his everything. Give him any task and he will complete it no matter how difficult it is, just to hear you call him that again.

"I have a present for you Your Grace." Childe hands you a fairly large casket with both hands. His blue eyes, half-closed with fluffy eyelashes, burn with loyalty and reverence.

You place the carved casket on your lap and open the lid. When you see the contents you take your breath away; human hearts lie one on top of the other on scarlet velvet. You touch one of them, heart is warm and quietly continues to beat, as if not realizing that it has not been in the chest of its owner for a long time.

"It's beautiful." Your voice is full of admiration and you smile at Childe happily like never before.

"I'm very glad about that Your Grace." Childe smiles back at you and your imagination draws a fox tail wagging from side to side behind him.

Childe tilts his head and rubs his temple against your knee, silently begging for affection. You chuckle briefly at his behavior, but yield and bury your blood-stained fingers in his hair.

"I hope you enjoy the taste, Your Grace." Childe lets out a pleased hum as you scratch his earlobe with your fingernails. Your hand running through his hair made him feel butterflies in his stomach.

"Do you want to try?"

You whisper this question into Ajax's ear and a wave of goosebumps runs down his spine. Your warm breath, lips lightly touching his ear and your wonderful seductive voice, Childe hardly suppresses a sob that almost breaks from his lips.

"I would consider it a great honor, Your Grace." His voice trembles, he would take anything from your hands.

You take out one of the hearts and bring it to Childe's lips, he obediently takes a bite and blood splatters on his face. The rest you quickly eat up with your mouth wide open, much wider than a human could, and for a second you demonstrate your sharp fangs.

"Sweet." Childe licks his lips and looks into your eyes faithfully.

You absolutely love his blood-covered face, those blue eyes that make him look innocent and hide the monster from the abyss that he was. His chaotic nature, passion for battle, cruelty and complete immorality, which is why he was one of your favorite followers.

You run your thumb over his lip, smearing the blood and Childe playfully tries to lick your finger, after which you put the casket on the floor to make it more convenient to perform your next steps.

Childe's breath catches when he feels your lips on his and when you deepen the kiss, passionately responds to you. With trembling hands, he clutches at your shoulders, desperately trying to pull you closer. When, due to a careless movement, your fang scratches Childe's lip, he only groans, welcoming the taste of blood, which is now even more intense. The hot dance of your tongues, the way your palm moved from his neck to his chest, made his legs tremble and give way.

As you pull back, Childe looks at you with thirsty eyes, like a human who hasn't had a drink in weeks, desperately, hungry.

"Please Your Grace again… I've been a good boy, please." Childe's voice trembles as he reaches out his arms to you in the hope that you won't reject him.

You grin and give him another kiss, and then another and another. Until eventually Childe sits on your lap and anyone who walks past the door to the throne room can hear his moans.

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[xiv-wolfram]

10 What scares them about entering a relationship?

Oof, this one may need a breakdown per xpac. Wolfram and Raubahn both had a lot of fears. This will have spoilers for my comic/script series. That can be followed here.

15 years pre-ARR:

They both were nervous because committed relationships were new for them both. Plus they fell in love *quick*. (We're gonna blame their ancients for that BTW) Wolf was worried Raubahn wouldn't love him if he knew about his past - which is why he got into it with no intention of ever telling him. Unfortunately, 2 years later the bond with Rau had made him a better person. He was planning to propose and couldn't in good conscience keep up the lie. Obviously, telling Rau confirmed his fear (in his mind anyway) as he was instantly dumped.

ARR:

Wolfram - He didn't think Rau would ever talk to him again, much less befriend him. He never stopped loving Raubahn but a relationship wasn't even on his mind as a possibility so he didn't even think about it enough to be scared.

Raubahn - It didn't occur to him until the patches when he realized he was in love with the man he had left for basically being completely at odds with his own morality. Who had made him so angry that night he didn't recognize himself - he went through a lot of self-doubt. Had he no pride? Even if he pushed that aside, would Wolf feel the same way after so long? Plus he was scared of what the Monetarists would do if he had any public romantic partner, much less the Warrior of Light. Political nightmare. Still, he was a bit flirty, he couldn't help it.

HW:

Wolfram - Still didn't think Rau cared about him like that so wasn't even considering a relationship. Despite the fact that they called each other's linkshell almost every day and then made out / almost slept together on the night of the Grand Melee. Dude gaslit himself into the friend zone. 😅

Raubahn - The events of the Bloody Banquet made him very introspective. He couldn't help but draw a comparison from his rage that night to his rage the night Wolf told him his past all those years ago. He was scared Wolf could never forgive him. He formally apologized to his friend on a linkshell call and Wolf told him there was nothing wrong with him - he's patient and kind. He deserved Rau's anger and so did the Monetarists (he literally wanted to join Rau to fight them). That pretty much relieved the fears Rau had and he decided to try and get back together if Wolf was interested. They were even flirty with each other. When Wolf stopped things the night of the melee, it made Rau think he wasn't interested for a moment, but then he realized Wolf was likely just in his own head about it so he'd give him time and not bring it up.

SB:

Before the patches, they were basically dating without realizing they were. Everyone else thought they were a couple. Despite there being every sign that Rau was interested, Wolf kept gaslighting himself.

Wolfram - In the first patch, the night Raubahn was basically fired by his best friend. Wolf stuck around when Nanamo left to comfort him. Rau was very sad, feeling like the life he built himself had ended and upset that he wouldn't be able to protect the Sultana. He was lost and impulsively told Wolf he loved him and wanted them to be together. It caught Wolf totally by surprise. Then terror. He had recently helped Rhun and Arya deal with Lilith which really hit home how dangerous and unpredictable being possessed by a voidsent is. He couldn't risk being so close to the love of his life if there was a possibility of his voidsent taking over. For some reason, the voice in his head was always louder around Rau, in his mind making it an even greater risk. Scared is an understatement to how he felt and therefore he handled the situation in the worst way possible - not properly explaining how he felt and leaving.

Raubahn - He was completely heartbroken when Wolf turned him down and left without giving him straight answers. He would have even been okay if Wolf had turned him down and stayed to comfort him as a friend. So when Wolf left he was sad and then angry - wondering if he had led him on for some reason. Making (incorrect) guesses about why Wolf wouldn't want him.

ShB:

Wolf had the same fears but in the end, Wolf told Rau about them so at least the commander wasn't angry with him anymore. Wolf feared the voidsent. Rau feared the pain of being near him when he wanted more than friendship. So they became just colleagues who hardly talk but love each other very much and they both know it.

EW:

Wolfram - Once he learned he was no longer possessed, he started to fear where the voidsent went and if it could return somehow. Later Rau told him a potential possibility about the fiend's fate, which embarrassed Wolf more than anything. So he was scared that even if he was no longer a danger - he was still not worthy of Raubahn (or happiness in general).

Rau - Wasn't scared at all. He (very smugly) *knew* they'd get back together. He was extremely flirty and relaxed. He was right.

Wolf just had to die to stop second-guessing himself. They got married when Wolf returned to Sharlayan.

During the patches, it's no fear - all awesome battle couple stuff. (Rau goes with him to 13th). DT should be similar so please look forward to it 😂

Original Ask Meme

[strawberrynightmere]

I love that yandere fic with Diasomnia. Is it okay for a part 2 please?

Oh you poor naïve fool...

The part 2 was planed (but not written)

Welcome home (part 2)

Well this took a while and sorry for that.

⚠️TW: yandere tendencies, children causing chaos, threats, my writing in particular.

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The suffocating silence was testing with your sanity, being found by your twisted lovers was something you dreaded the most. Let's be honest, it was a miracle how you escaped and hid for so long you thought they'd give up at some point, but fate had different plans. And now you're squished between two powerfull faes that could kill you if you made a wrong move. It's not as if you could do anything, your children are being guarded and Grim is restrained, the only thing on your mind is the raising panic with each passing moment.

Something cold comes in contact with your cheek, you come back to your senses to see Malleus' cool hand caressing it in attempt for you to calm down.

"Beloved, what were you thinking when you ran away from home? And pregnant none the less." Lilia spoke in a sickly sweet voice.

"You don't know how worried we were when you were gone." Malleus whispered as he holds you closer to him.

"You should really stop with these silly little escapes because...It would be a shame if something happened to your dear friend, wouldn't it?"

Your whole body tenses, you don't even dare look at the shorter fae, that sadistic smile showing his fangs inching closer to your neck for a moment and he pulls away a bit and you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding, you're safe for now.

"Let's go back, I'm sure the little ones are waiting for us." The aicent fae said as he's exiting the room with you and Malleus close behind.

You notice how the king is holding on to you, like you were going to disappear into thin air if he let's go, he's always been clingy but not as much as now.

As you enter the room you try to stop yourself from laughing as [Lilia's daughter] was poking a sleeping Silver while [Silver's son] was drawing on his face.

"He dozed off pretty easily." [L/d] said as [Si/s] drew a butterfly on his father.

Meanwhile Sebek was tied to a chair while [Sebek's son] and [Malleus' son] were shoving muffins in his mouth.

"It's no use, he eats them way too fast." [M/s] said.

"Just smear some with peanut butter, that always works." [Se/s] said as he was holding a tray with muffins.

Forgetting about your 'little chat' with Lilia and Malleus, you tried so hard not to burst into a fit of laughter, they are your little troublemakers and you love them dearly.

Malleus was also trying to contain his laugh, amused that the kids went from confused and scared to still confused but also troublesome, while Lilia his usual smile on.

"Alright children, that's enough." Lilia says calmly as he picks up [M/s] and [Se/s] while [L/d] and [Si/s] got up and ran over to you for a hug.

"Now let's show you around your new home." The ancient fae said as he put the kids down and untied and woke up the two knights.

A little while after exploring [M/s] decided to ask what happened to Grim but your husbands reassured him that the giant monster was fine. You felt rather uneasy as you were stuck between Sebek and Silver who were standing really close to you, especially since you felt the intense stare of the green-haired fae. Sebek always made you feel uncomfortable because of his relationship with humans and you don't know what you did to be an exception (probably something bad in a previous life). However, because of your uncomfortable state you failed to notice that Silver was gently holding your hand. Ah yes, the only one who is somewhat reasonable, but that doesn't mean that he was any different than your other obsessed and possessive lovers.

As day rolled into night, the children were fast asleep, even [Si/s] wich was a real surprise, as for you... you were laying your head on Malleus' chest and listening to his heartbeat while he strokes your hair as Lilia hugs you from behind, Sebek was sleeping on your thighs and Silver had his head buried in your chest.

Once again, your freedom was taken away from you as you were in the clutches of the three faes and one human you dreaded the most, not only that but your children are unaware of the situation you are in and Grim was locked up somewhere like a caged animal. You're back to square one and you won't be moving from there.

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Hope you enjoyed it.

[pars-ley]

Come away with me

Pairing: Jimin x f reader ft Namjoon x f reader

Summary: Roses are dead, my soul feels blue, come away with me, I only want you. Being forced into an arranged marriage is not ideal, even less so when you're hopelessly in love with someone else. But with your choice, could come bloody consequences.

Genre: arranged marriage au / affair au / angst / smut / fluff / mafia au / 

Rating: 18+ (nsfw)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Oral f recieving / sex / finger foreplay / mention of murder /

Beta reader: @taegularities​ thank you so much!

A/n: This is for the btswritersclub February prompt 'dishonest love'. 

When you die, do you think you'll be able to go back to the time you were the happiest, and relive those moments forever? 

Or if there's a life after this one, maybe it'll be another chance at happiness with the person who satisfies your soul completely.

Either way, your mind only sees one person behind your eyelids. And replays one moment…

Your bare breasts shine from the orange light of the fire, bathing you in a golden glow as you watch his soft, gentle lips cascade slowly down your body. Every part of your flesh he meets, sings under his touch and creates a pathway of goosebumps, leading him onward.

"You're so beautiful," Jimin whispers against you, an involuntary shiver vibrating down your spine.

You smile at his words, fingers smoothing the hair from his eyes so you can see him. His intense stare, so full of love and adoration makes your heart ready to burst in your chest, pouring emotion singing his name at full force.

His fingers are on you and in you, manoeuvring in a way only he can, knowing your body and pleasing you in ways that make your back arch and your toes curl. Your fingernails find anchorage in the soft pile rug beneath you as you ground yourself from floating away, as the feel of his hot, wet mouth on you is enough to tip you into the abyss.

When your quaking body eases under his touch, he climbs slowly up your body, his lips journey upward leaving a trail of wet prints behind him.

You pull him into a fiery kiss, tongues dancing a heated rumba. The taste of you on his mouth brings fresh heat straight to your core.

You have never felt more free and more happy than in this moment. You do not allow yourself to think about tomorrow. You want to drink in everything about this night.

"Run away with me," he whispers. 

His words are exactly what you long to hear and what you long to do.

"You know I can't." You stroke the side of his face, the curve of his cheek fitting perfectly in your palm.

"You can. Forget about what your duty is. Forget about your father. Live for yourself."

A sad laugh escapes you. "If only it was that simple."

He sits up, pulling you up with him. "It can be! Come away with me. We can go anywhere you want. Your dad won't find us, we can just live our life." 

Tears sting your eyes as hope overwhelms you. Could it be possible? To live your life freely with him and forget about everything else? 

"Please, choose me and I swear I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me."

The desperate plea in his eyes has you melting and in this moment you truly believe it's possible.

You nod as he responds with a heart stopping beam, one that has you weak and wanting to do everything in your power to make sure it keeps dazzling you.

His hands capture the sides of your face, lips moving against yours, pouring every ounce of love into this kiss.

You make love on the rug in the firelight until the early hours of the morning. He draws his name from your lips more than once and you relish in being able to say it so freely. You've had a taste of freedom with him and you know you can't go back now.

"Pack a bag. Meet me at the old oak tree on the edge of town at noon?"

You nod as he strokes your face with his thumb, bringing you the most amount of comfort from such a tiny action.

As he sneaks out through your window, your heart leaves with him, feeling safe and loved in the warmth of his embrace.

You watch until the dark night captures him completely from your sight.

You and him forever, how it's meant to be. Could your dream become a reality?

You race to fetch your bag and begin shoving clothes and your most prized possessions in every crevice.

A knock on your door has you frozen in place before shoving your bag under your bed in time to see your mother’s face peer in.

"I thought I saw your light on," she says sweetly as she steps in, closing the door behind her. "Wedding day jitters?" she asks. 

You nod automatically, guilt already threatening to boil over inside you.

"I thought as much. I was the same when I married your father." She walks over, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, patting the space beside her. You do as she asks, as usual, and take a seat.

"Let me tell you something, and I want you to listen to every word." Her eyes blaze into yours, the sweet, cheery side gone, leaving you with only the intimidating and menacing side that made your stomach turn and your palms sweat.

"Before I married your father, I was in love with a boy. Handsome, charming, caring, adventurous, everything I'd ever wanted in a man, everything I could have hoped for. We had a very passionate relationship and we were seeing each other right up until the night before my wedding. That night he asked me to run away with him."

Your eyes pop but you dare not speak before she's finished.

"I wanted to, lord knows how often I still think about that moment but I chose not to follow my heart but to follow my duty, that's what matters the most, dear. I wouldn't have this wonderful life with my lovely dresses, my jewels, our cars, our boats, everything. I'd be a peasant, living the simple life. Is that what you want?" She raises a sharp eyebrow in your direction and you swallow the lump of fear in your throat. 

You want him, you'd gladly give up everything else but you dare not say those words out of fear of the consequences.

She sighs. "I know it's hard, believe me, giving up what you love and desire the most is not easy but it is worth it. Kim Namjoon can give you everything your father gives me. That's all I want for you, dear."

You don't miss the silent earning she's giving you as she stands and heads for the door.

"Because I love you, I'll give you the chance to make this right. Send a message to Park Jimin, telling him why you must marry Kim Namjoon and that he must leave you alone, and I will spare his meaningless little life." She shuts the door behind her, leaving you with a thick silence that grabs your throat and suffocates you.

Your dream is slipping away through your fingers as you grapple at it, attempting to keep it.

You want to run to him now. To grab him and never let go. You wish you could protect him but you can't. 

Seeing his face in your mind, you clutch your chest and let the sobs wrack your body. The love of your life further away than you could have imagined.

You want to run to him, to escape with him now but you dare not put him in any more danger, knowing he must already be being watched by your father’s people.

You were trapped, a prisoner in your own home, in your own life, destined to follow you mother’s footsteps and be the wife of a mob boss, enslaved in a loveless marriage forever. 

That is your destiny. As much as you want to believe differently, you have no choice. You couldn't risk Jimin's life for your selfish wants. He is more important than anything, he deserves to be happy with someone freely.

You sit at your desk and pour all of the love you have left in your words on the paper, printed forever for him to look back on, knowing you sealed your heart in the envelope just for him. Letting him know this sacrifice isn't an easy one and that he will have your heart for eternity and beyond. Begging him not to come and save you as the idea of a world where he isn't living could not keep you too.

You print the wax seal and scrawl his name across the front before letting your tears escape freely until you're lulled into a painful and restless sleep.

You snap out of the memory of last night and stare at your reflection in your long, ornate wedding gown, not a hair out of place, the perfect makeup concealing bags and red rimmed eyes.

You go through the motions of getting ready on autopilot, all noise fading into the background, everyone around you passing in a blur. You feel numb at the prospect of what you're about to do. 

You'd sent one of your fathers errand boys off with your letter, telling him exactly where Jimin would be. You can't bear to think of what his reaction will be when he reads it, you don't want to imagine the heartbreak your words will cause, you are already dealing with enough of your own.

In no time at all you are at the cathedral in the lobby, flowers in hand and desperately holding back the tears you feel burning behind your eyelids. 

"You look beautiful, darling," your father whispers as he intertwines your arm with his.

The empty pit in your chest that used to house your heart is throbbing with grief and mourning at the life you're entering and for the one you're leaving behind.

You take a deep breath and steel yourself as the large, oak double doors open and you're faced with the sea of guests turning back to admire you.

At the end of the aisle you see him, the stern, expressionless Kim Namjoon. Soon to be your husband. Looking at you with utter...indifference. As if you were nothing more than a simple business deal. Which is exactly what you are to him. You look away from his unrelenting, icy stare.

Thankful for the veil, concealing your true feelings behind the mesh fabric.

You glance at the faces you walk past, most people are here because of your parents, they're people you've never met or who you hardly know.

A familiar set of crescent eyes and plump lips draw your attention, capturing all your focus immediately as your stomach drops.

Jimin.

Your Jimin.

All you want to do is run to him, but you dare not falter and draw attention to him. How did he even get in?

Why is he here?

He moves slowly along the row towards you, panic seizing your organs and squeezing them in an alarming grip.

Your breath hitches in your throat and as it leaves your lips in a rush, your father follows your gaze and spots him. 

Everything stops. Everyone looks around to him and all you can hear is the hushed chatter of the people around you.

You can't bear to tear your eyes away from him as all he does is offer you that breathtaking smile that makes you believe in gods, and angels and everything in between.

You shut your eyes tight wanting to keep that image burned in your mind and not wishing to see whatever is about to happen next...

[emachinescat]

Lest Back the Awful Door Should Spring

A Tales of Arcadia: Trollhunters Fan-Fiction

By @emachinescat

@febuwhump day 3 - imprisonment

Summary:  Sequel to my previous fic, “That I Could Fear a Door.” When Jim is arrested by the Tribunal and thrown in prison, something in him breaks again that he thought had been fixed.  Suddenly, it’s like he’s back in the Darklands, reliving the worst moments of his life that seem determined to never let him go.

Characters: Jim Lake Jr.

Words: 2,223

TW: Panic attack, Depression, PTSD

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I fitted to the latch

My hand, with trembling care,

Lest back the awful door should spring,

And leave me standing there.

I moved my fingers off

As cautiously as glass,

And held my ears, and like a thief

Fled gasping from the house.

- From “Home” by Emily Dickinson

Jim wouldn’t go so far as to say that his life had gone back to normal after re-adjusting to life outside of the Darklands, but he had fallen into a new kind of rhythm that allowed him to live again.  He was more like his old self in many ways - he smiled again, for one.  He didn’t laugh as much as he used to, but when he did it was genuine, and his life and Trollmarket and school and home didn’t feel so much like they belonged to someone else anymore.  He still had nightmares, but even they were coming less frequently.  

His confidence was coming back, too - slowly.  As his thinned, weakened frame began to fill out once more and lean muscles reformed, as cuts and bruises shrunk and changed color and finally disappeared, he felt better.  More like his old self.  He didn’t actively avoid mirrors anymore.  He still struggled with feeling like he wasn’t enough, like he hadn’t been strong enough or brave enough or trusted his friends enough or fought back against Gunmar enough, but his bi-weekly chats with Nomura had started to break up those thought patterns, too.

It got harder, and he felt himself slipping back into old fears and feelings, when they could no longer deny the horrible truth that Gunmar had escaped from the Darklands, that he had followed Jim through.  A part of Jim wished that he himself had just stayed there, that his friends would have let the bridge get buried, and that he had died there.  Then his friends, his town, his whole world, wouldn't be living in the impending shadow of Gunmar’s brutal reign.

He held himself together though, mostly, because the best thing he could do for his friends and Arcadia was to work tirelessly against Gunmar’s return and fight even harder to keep the two worlds he inhabited - troll and human - safe until they could find a way to defeat the Gumm-Gumm king or send him back to hell.

He hit a very rocky patch when Draal got possessed.  When he’d refused to fight his friend in the hallway of his school, when he saw those glowing, blank eyes and heard the voice from his nightmares taunt from his friend’s mouth like poison squeezed from a stone, it wasn’t just because he didn’t want to hurt Draal that he held back.  He didn’t realize it until after the battle, after Draal had gone and he was alone in his room trying to process all that had happened, but there had been a small part of him that was hoping that his efforts to defend himself would be half-hearted enough for Draal to land a killing blow.  It wasn’t necessarily that he wanted to die.  But he didn’t think he’d be too broken up about it if he did.

But his guilt had soon been replaced with a rushing rage and determination - Gunmar had taken too much already; he would not have Draal! - and soon he was pushing forward, friends at his side, defending Arcadia and Trollmarket, searching tome after tome in Blinky’s vast collection in any ounce of spare time for a cure, anything that would save Draal.

He managed to stay strong - though if it weren’t for Toby and Claire, Blinky and Aaarrrgghh, Draal and Nomura, he would have crumbled long ago - and to fight off the demons that had been raging war against his mind and soul since the moment he’d entered the Darklands alone.  

That is, until he was arrested by the Tribunal on his way down to Trollmarket after a surprisingly fun day in detention.  The moment Usurna’s guards grabbed his arms and started hauling him away, everything that Jim had so carefully and painfully pieced back together shattered, like he was a child who had glued a broken vase back together hoping no one would notice, but someone slammed a door too hard and the glue couldn’t hold…

He didn’t even hear Claire and Toby calling after him, demanding that he be released.  He barely even registered the shocked and indignant faces of his friends in Trollmarket who watched as he was dragged between two enormous trolls, their stone-like hands completely dwarfing his arms, like he was a criminal or a traitor.

He didn’t struggle at first.  He just stared ahead.  He could only feel the pressure of the brutes’ paws around his arms, strong enough to break each one with the tiniest of twitches.  He had been here before, felt the cold, unrelenting grip, felt the toes of his sneakers drag and catch on stone.  He knew what came after.

Cages that shocked, near-starvation, pain and beatings and abuse and fear and darkness and fighting, again and again, exhausted, dying, please no, not again!

And then he was fighting, thrashing and bucking and very nearly wrenching his arms out of their sockets in the process.  If the trolls holding him had fought against him, he might not even have arms anymore.  And yet he still struggled, needing to get away, to be free, no more hands touching him, grabbing him, throwing him, no more bars or cages or prisons, please - 

And then he was airborne, having been tossed like a bag of dirty laundry by the trolls flanking him, and his armor clanged as he hit the back of a cage in Trollmarket’s prison.  Not even registering the pain in his arms or head, he lunged to his feet, metal boots slipping slightly on the slick floor of the cage, escape his only thought, his only goal, he could figure the rest out later.  

With a jarring ring of metal on metal, the cage door slammed shut in his face, and he fell back, balance askew, as the cage was pulled up by a heavy chain, almost to the ceiling, before being tied off.  He hung there, barely able to comprehend the swaying of his claustrophobic prison, only seeing the bars and still feeling the great hands on his arms and flashing between the small metal cage and a damp, cold cell with glowing orange bars.  He tried to fight off the panic, but it already had him in its crushing grip, weighing down on his chest so heavily that he fought for breath.  Why did this keep happening to him?  Didn’t they know, couldn’t they tell, that he didn’t want to be here?  

Jim curled in on himself as much as his armor would allow, resting his chin on the hard, cool plates on his knees.  He tried to ground himself, remind himself that this wasn’t the Darklands, that he wasn’t in the hands of Gunmar, and even if Usurna did plan on executing him like he’d vaguely heard her say as he was lifted higher and higher, surely she would maintain order and keep him safe throughout the trial.  Her guards wouldn’t throw him around like Gunmar’s had.  And his friends would flatten anyone who tried.

His friends…

Slowly, with great effort, Jim began the arduous, perilous climb out of his own mind, flinching at the nightmares bleeding through the cracks, reaching out their dark tendrils and trying to drag him back down.

When Jim finally opened his eyes and lifted his head, it was to see that he was alone, save for the other trolls in prison, eyeing him curiously.  Jim’s breath caught in his throat - where were they?  How could they leave him here, like this?  Alone, in a cage, caught between the present and the past and not wanting to be a part of either.  

He couldn’t know that while he had been fighting to wrest control of himself, battling the delirious fog of memories, that his friends had been forcibly herded out of the room by Usurna and Vendel - Usurna because she was determined to keep a tight hold over things until the details of the trial could be sorted, and Vendel because he knew showing favoritism would only cost the Trollhunter more in the long run.

If Jim were in his right mind, fully in this world and not limping with one foot in the Darklands, he wouldn’t have thought for a moment that his friends would have willingly abandoned him.  After all, they’d stuck by him at his very worst, when he’d all but lost himself and almost didn’t find his way back.  They’d proven they’d do anything for him, even when he messed up.  So they wouldn’t abandon him now.

But Jim wasn’t in his right mind.

He was terrified, in a limbo of things that had already happened and that he wanted nothing more than to forget and things that were happening now that had brought the past out of hiding.  He wanted nothing more than to go home, to hug his mom and curl up under his blankets with his walkie-talkie and joke around with Toby until late in the night, to read comics and daydream about Claire and watch Gun Robot.  He was angry, and hurt, and not sure what was real anymore.  The bars of the cage loomed all around him, and were they getting closer?  Were they glowing orange?

Trembling, his chest heaving with the effort it took to draw in a breath, hands and feet tingling like he’d been sitting on them all day, a high ringing in his ears and his stomach curdling like he’d just finished a glass of year-old milk, Jim folded in on himself and gave in to the darkness that was calling him, praying that sleep would come, or death, he didn’t care which at this point and it felt like he was dying anyway…

He woke up screaming.  A series of clangs rent the air and ricocheted off the walls of the underground prison as his cries startled his fellow prisoners awake, and the sounds and grumbles and growls of, Keep it down, jeez almost sent Jim into another panic attack.

But his mind was a little clearer with sleep, and he sat up from where he’d been slumped, half against the floor of the cage and half against the bars.  His pulse still seemed to rattle his bones, and his muscles were tense and sore - from being manhandled, but also from the intense desire to move, to run, even though there was nowhere to run to.

The nightmares had brought him perfect clarity.  He realized that he had never asked for any of this: not the amulet, not the role of Trollhunter, not the constant danger he put himself in, not the pain or the trauma of the Darklands, even if he had gone in of his own free will, and not this.

Well, he’d had it.  He was done.  He’d put everything on the line, gone through the unspeakable, been hurt again and again, had brought back Claire’s brother, had saved his friends and Arcadia and Trollmarket more times than he could count… and where had it gotten him?

Caged like an animal, no escape, almost certainly awaiting an unpleasant death, abandoned by his friends, left alone in the dark.

He only hesitated for a fraction of a second before removing the amulet and feeling his armor peel away, leaving him small and vulnerable.  There had been good times.  Surely his friends hadn’t meant to leave him like this, all alone.  Probably they had no choice.  And often he had enjoyed being the Trollhunter.  It had given him a sense of purpose, more friends than he’d ever had before, the knowledge that he was truly making a difference.

The moment of uncertainty retreated as quickly as it had encroached, and he flung the amulet through the bars of the cage, as far from his body as he could, both dreading and anticipating the moment when it would fly back to him. 

He’d never had any choice.

His skin was crawling as the amulet materialized in his hands once more.  He wanted to climb out of his own skin, ram himself into the bars of the cage until he somehow broke through or collapsed into a bloody pulp onto the floor.  He just needed to get away.

And so, when a disembodied voice spoke out of the amulet and introduced itself as Unkar the Unfortunate and offered to take him on an It’s a Wonderful Life-themed ride through his own life, Jim didn’t even pause to think.  It didn’t matter that the goal of this out-of-body expedition was obviously to get him to rethink his decision about being the Trollhunter.  

He would take anything he could get, anything at all, as long as it got him out of this cage.  And so he went, not expecting anything to change, fully intending to stand by his choice to stop being the Trollhunter, and truly believing that nothing he saw would convince him otherwise. 

And if he was wrong, then he would just die as the Trollhunter instead of plain old Jim Lake.  Either way, he thought miserably, he’d be afraid and alone.

He closed his eyes and gratefully let the amulet take him.

[commander-ralyle]

So first pic is the world we're in. Second is my character. He's a 14 year old Half-Elf Druid named Tristan Narfeium whose parents died when he was two. They died hiding him with their most important possessions in the forest with his Druid father making sure he wouldn't be found by whatever killed them. He is then found by a sentient Giant Jackalope who raises him in an Overgrown City that is also a meeting place for other sentient animals to trade and share information.

When he is 14, he and his guardian go on a trip, but not far from the city his guardian is killed by a demon. Tristan tries to run and some mercenaries who saw it happen trick him by saying they will help. Instead they lock him in a box where he ends up hitting his head from struggling and their jostling of the chest thus passing out.

An unknown amount of time later, he wakes up and tries to get out. A male Tortle Wizard hears and rescues him. They then meet two others, a female Drow Monk with a gun and an unknown 6' 2" armored creature who is a Paladin. From here, the party hears screams and runs to find out what is going on...

We come across two doors and get one open. Inside we see a young female Drow about to hurt a legendary creature to drink it's blood. The other party members fail their persuasion rolls then I attempt to help the obviously a victim to my Medicine check by feeding her and giving her water. I also heal her bruises and she ends up falling asleep.

Once she is asleep we notice something coming. A few zombies, a humanoid thing, a tiefling, and a giant. We manage to kill them all and rescue the girl. The girl leaves after waking up and sending the legendary creature home on a teleportation circle in the bar (which this is all happening under through a secret door).

The Tortle has to leave so his character goes to get the guards. Two other players are able to join in now so they overhear the Tortle and head to the bar. The female Barbarian Dwarf decides to make an entrance so she closes the outward opening door and then bursts through it after psyching herself up outloud for a bit cause she forgot it was outward facing. I had wanted to open the door before she could, but lost the initiative roll. 😂 The female rogue enters after her.

After talking a bit and the Barbarian finding more alcohol, we go looking at the other door and open it. Inside is a Boss in full plate armor, 2 guarding creatures, a strange other one, and one more with a whip plus two more female Drows chained up. The Paladin wants to rescue the girls, but gets crit hit. XD So we try to retreat with the Barbarian covering, but misscommunication ensues and the Paladin is healed by me so he gets back up and charges back in. 😂

So our party ends up barely winning thanks to heals and the Barbarian pulling off hard hits plus the Rogue getting some good shots in. We were a level 2 party plus a level 1 Barbarian. We weren't supposed to win that. XD We were supposed to retreat. So we all level up from that.

We then head to an Inn for the night. The next day we decide to sell our rewards which was 2 too many Longswords, 3 Scale Mail, and 8 gems. The Rogue manages to sell a gem for 70gp. I manage to sell 1 Scale Mail and the 2 Long Swords for full price. Then we try to sell the rest of the gems... Enter the Rogue who proceeds to mess up my 15% increase by rolling low on Persuasion. So now me and the Paladin who were selling the stuff end up going elsewhere and only selling them at full price.

Because my Perception rolls were so high as I searched for shops, I notice a poster for a tournament where each person you defeat earns you 250gp. We finish our shopping (just realized I forgot to get the stuff to make potions) then head back to the others and tell them about the Tournament. The Rogue comes back as well bringing a flyer with her. The group decides to enter.

We fight and win against 4 Valkyries that are related to the Paladin's background somehow. After that we receive our prize money plus the bonus rewards! The Drow gets a pearl, a Flask of Sharpening Oil for the Barbarian, I forget what the Rogue got just that she can't really use it, I got a Potion of Supreme Healing, and the Paladin got the Deck of Many Things. 😂

From there come the Shenanigans of the Previous Post. 😂 Forgot to add that the Barbarian rolled a 4 so plus the 1 means 5 and she became so stupid she forgot how to talk. Which means we ended up convincing her on how to use her first Undo card cause the Drow and Rogue wanted her to undo the drawing completely while the Paladin and I wanted to keep our level ups from the 50xp card she had drawn after the Idiot, but before the Undo.

My character ended up drawing a couole cards as well cause thanks to the Undo cards he never saw anything bad about the Deck and still has no idea. I want to be dramatic and try drawing more cause I really want bad stuff to happen. XDDD

And that's all for now. Next session is Friday, but I kinda really want to keep going. :P This is so much fun!