because I need some mental support for the emotional trauma that surely awaits in the newest chapter of From Our Soiled Hearts, have some wedding wish fulfillment fluff from its happier, less emotionally taxing but no less satisfying sister Silence Withered in Spring, also by the wonderfully talented @limitbreaker23 💕
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charles posts a new vlog and i descend to madness once again
(meaning i'm opening yet another doc to write yet another charles fic)
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it's just. i keep thinking about how rand and yujing went through all this trouble to cover their tracks and hide nol from yui, even to the point of not taking the company car, giving jayce false information, paying off security, and not letting kousuke bring his phone (in case it's being tracked). and then alyssa leads her right to nol's hospital room like it's nothing. "you guys are family!" girl she wants him dead. my god.
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"So.. my dearest Meirin, you wanted to see who would win if a God would fight a .. prince?", the deep voice of your husband rang into your ear as you felt his hands exploring your body. It wasn't Zhongli anymore. It was Morax himself.
You felt the hot breath of the God himself on your neck, while the hot breath of the Prince of the Devildom was fanning against your ear. "How about we show you then?", he spoke, merely a whisper - yet in quite a seductive tone, as his hands were on your waist - pulling you closer towards him, he was standing behind you.
It was quite a scene indeed being caged between a God (infront of you) and a Prince (behind you), in a secluded room - where no one could hear or see what you are doing in it.
You were sure no one outside this room could hear what you are talking about, your words, your begs, your pleads, your moans or your screams even.
You knew these thoughts thrilled the men around you up. It was a matter of time until they will give into the desire.
The next sentence, which fell of Morax lips, made you even squirm around a bit.
"I am sure none of us would lose with such an adorable pet with us. I would rather say.. she would lose.", he licked over his lips in anticipation as he gave your neck a long lick with his forked tongue.
"You.. will lose yourself into pleasure."
You felt how Diavolos big hand was slowly losing itself into your underwear.
"Seems like a win to me.."
~ 💐
if yall don't hear from me just know that i might be bedridden bc of these two goodbye 🙏🏻
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concept (irl):
just have this vivid image of dream wrapping his arms around gogs from behind, picking him up, and planting a raspberry into the back of his neck.
but like specifically, giving one raspberry, pausing for a moment coz gogy screams, and then right when george goes to ask/complain about why dream did that, he plants like 4 more in the same spot
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flintsilver starting as an embittered divorced couple hating each other hating each other then oops falling for one another quickie vegas wedding only to immediately try and kill each other. They? are fucked. twice divorced and still so obsessed with each other god
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