#someone you love so much you would give up an eternity in bliss just to live another life with

[hoshigray]

hmmmm, chosuki both "marking their territory" after one of reader's friends gets a little too touchy?

Love your work <3333333

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: when i tell you i was grinning once i saw this in my inbox, lol, finally chosuki yessss!! ty for loving my stuff ☆

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Choso + Yuki x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - threesome - oral (m! + f! receiving) - fingering (f! receiving) - anal (f! receiving) - anal fingering (f! receiving) - cowgirl 69 + missionary positions - breast fondling + nipple play + sucking - biting/marking - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - pet names (baby, cutie, honey, sweetie, sweet pea) - mild possessive behavior.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k

“Damn, Y/n, you’re so lucky to have such eye-catchers fawning over you!”

“Pfffthaha, oh, stop it! You’re drunk; stop swinging around!”

There’s one thing in this world that both Yuki and Choso don’t play about — you.

You are the sweetest and most prized treasure they cherish with their very hands. Being in a poly relationship tends to be a hard thing to manage for Yuki and Choso. The two lovers were never in luck to find the right person who didn’t match their vibe or wanted to change the dynamic they were going for. But with every dark tunnel, there’s a light on the other side. And thanks to the blonde and dark brunette’s stars, you were their saving grace.

God, they adored you very much — the best partner they could ever have. The way you’d wake up to them and give them a kiss with a soft ‘good morning,’ how you make lunch for Choso before he goes on his way to work, or texting sweet messages to Yuki to check how she’s doing or telling her about this new place that opened around the area for all three of you to explore. Blind by your smile and caring charm, Yuki and Choso live in eternal bliss and happiness, knowing you have blessed them with your presence to return home to.

Their love for you is mutual and genuine, authentic in that they wish to spend their days — no, their entire lives! — being with you. They see you as their muse, as theirs. So, it’s predictable that they’d be secretly jealous when they’d have to share their piece of heaven with others.

Especially now when all three of you had been dragged by some of your old college buddies for a night out at the pub. Figuring this would be a perfect opportunity to introduce your friends to your lovers, Yuki and Choso were invited over to enjoy the merits of this occasion. What the two partners hadn’t expected was how close you all were — albeit a little too close for their liking. 

You all sat at one big round booth table, Yuki and Choso being separated from you as your friends wanted to have you by them for just the night. Again, it made the two lovers feel uneasy. Even when a girl friend grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers with hers enthusiastically, the blonde can’t fight the twitch of her ruby eyes. The friend goes on to say, “Nah, are you kidding? I think those two are the ones who are lucky to have Y/n! They’re such an angel; anyone would feel like they’ve won a million dollars if they got with someone like them.”

Then, a guy who was visibly buzzed joined the praise fest. “You’re so right! I’d do backflips every day if I scored someone so gracious and sweet as Y/n,” the drunk man brings a hand on your shoulder and nestles his cheek to your shoulder. Choso attempts to keep a neutral expression, but caramel eyes carry a tiny hostile aura. “I’d make sure to love on them every single day, kiss their feet when they walk, wash their hair when they ask—“

“Okay, lover boy,” you stop him before your drunken friend digs his foolish grave even further, and it’s hard to hide your giggles. “I think that’s enough Crowne and tequila for one night.”

You and your friends laugh and continue to strike up a conversation to catch up on material. However, you’re so engrossed in the others’ talk that you can’t sense the tension that’s brewing from the other side where your lovers sit. The two survey the scene with silent eyes, with Choso hitting his leg to stop the bounce of his knee and Yuki tapping her fingernails on the table surface.

All they could do was watch you, their treasured partner, share your attention with those who cherish you. Although, internally, they wanted you all to themselves. Yes, it was selfish; however, you can’t blame your lovers for being a little protective of you. Specifically when it seems your friends don’t appear to respect your boundaries when in their company.

So for that, it’s no surprise they instantly pull you into the bedroom once you three return home. Hungry kisses are exchanged between three pairs of lips, lustful hands stripping you of your clothes and throwing you onto the bed, where they meet in seconds to feast upon you.

“Hahhh, fuck…Hmmm, yeah, lick right there, honey.”

“Mmmm…Mmahh!! Choso, your tongue—Ohh! Feels so good…”

The brunette man is lying down on his back with you straddling above him, his face and mouth buried into our folds, licking around your labia and sucking your essence that seeps out from the pleasurable motions. His hands knead the flesh of your inner thighs as you hum along to the touch. Simultaneously, you use your tongue and mouth to give pleasure to Yuki’s slit, the blonde releasing shaky moans as she rides on Choso’s length with her ass.

The tall woman peers down to watch you orally please her. She strokes your head with a pleasant hand and sends praises. “There you go, cutie,” she bites her lip. “Lick it real good.”

Her commands egg you on to keep going, using the motion of her hips to your advantage to predict how far in you can keep lapping her chasm. Your hands crawl to her waist to massage, using the leverage to keep your lips on her at all times. And to your effort, she is sighing happily at the gratification you give her. It has her rock her hips ever harder, taking in Choso’s long shaft with hunger.

The man below you grunts at the motion, stuffing his face more into your cunt to suck harshly. And you can’t help but jolt, muffled squeals vibrating to Yuki’s core — and she relishes the feeling.

“Look at you, baby,” Choso slowly licks your chasm, sending shivers up to your shoulders. “You’re all wet and ready for us, huh? So good for us,” He kisses your clit and places lazy licks, and you fight to lose your balance.

“Hmmm, yeah, so good for us…Although—mmahh,” Yuki throws her head back at Choso’s dick scraping her insides at the right places. “Can’t say you were good when we were…Hohhh..at the pub.” You bat your eyes towards her in confusion, yet your tongue and lips remain busy. “Letting those people touch you in front of us; what were you thinking?”

You remove your mouth from Yuki to explain, her slick connected to your bottom lip. But before you could utter a word, your body jerked to the sharp instance of pain on your inner thigh. Choso had bit you, licking the place his teeth sank in before throwing in another nibble. You shriek, turning to plead to the man to be easy; however, the woman grabs your head and brings it back to where it’s supposed to be. “Don’t forget about me, sweet pea,” she chuckles at your feverish laps on her wet folds. “Give me my attention…”

She moans to your work, satisfying her with the flick of your tongue on her delicate clit. She rocks her hips even faster, prompting Choso to groan and buck his pelvis to her puckered hole, and his mouth remains glued to your chasm. He then sneaks a finger to toy around your asshole, and a sharp gasp erupts from your figure when he inserts the digit inside. 

“—Khhaaa, oooohmy fuckin’—Gaaahh!” Flicks to your clitoris tag along with the push of his finger inside your ass, playing with the texture by scraping the walls. And when his tongue goes inside your vagina, you clamp onto him with vigor. Fuck, I’m so close…! “Yukiiii, pleaseee, can I cumm?”

“Aww, why should I let you,” her sweet tone distracted you from the sneaking bit of the man’s teeth on your thigh once more. “Do you deserve to cum? After letting other people touch you like you forgot you had your lovers present?” 

“Hahhhnn, I’m sorry; I—shit… didn’t mean to upset you both…Ooof!” Choso switches his finger with his thumb, pushing it to and fro inside your tight entrance. Your eyes screw shut, “Please forgive me, you two are the only ones I love…”

“You swear on that, honey?” A glint shines in her magenta orbs. 

You nod hurriedly before placing kisses on Yuki’s thighs and trailing them back to her vagina, “Yessss, I love you both so much, no one knows how to love me as you do…” Your hips sway involuntarily — not a problem for Choso, who sticks to you no matter what. “Mmmm, only you two know my mind and body, and I wouldn’t want it any other way…”

Blonde brows eyebrows screw together; fuck, you knew what to say to make Yuki fall for you all over again. Her cunt clenching on nothing but the love your words carry. Jesus, you were too much. Without a word, she gently withdraws your body from her body so she can lift her body off of Choso. She then flips you over; now you’re the one lying on your back, with the tall woman stationed behind to snake her hands to your breasts.

Choso’s pigtails have long been drawn down for his hair to fall to his nape, and strands of his walnut-colored hair stick to his forehead. Maneuvering to his knees, he examines your anticipated expression, shaky wails coming out your puffy lips as Yuki places soft kisses on your neck. She also places bites wherever her mouth can reach, her hands busy cupping your mounds, groping the mounds, and tweezing your nipples. With how hard she was sucking your skin, you’re sure there’d be hickeys when you wake up in the morning. The man strokes his dick at the sight before him, inching closer to be between your legs.

“Choso…” The way you said his name made him feel warm; the mark across his nose exuded streaks of his blood that threatened to fall. His ears and shoulders get pinker, and your breath hitches when he slaps the tip onto your saliva-coated slit. 

“Who do you belong to, Y/n?” He says it low to your ear, and you chew on your lip when he licks your lobe. His mouth travels down, leaving harsh sucks on your neck and clavicle along with Yuki. Two mouths on your body have you whimpering like a fool, so sensitive to their touch that you could wither away. “Hmm? Who loves you most, sweetie?” He comes down to your chest that’s occupied by Yuki’s worshipping hands, popping a nipple into his mouth to suck with care.

“Hahhh, you, Choso, my darling…” you sigh into the sense of his mouth licking diligently around your bud. Your face turns in Yuki’s direction, smiling at the golden-haired woman before claiming her lips. “And Yuki, my love…”

The two of you kiss slowly yet maintain the same passion you have for each other, noses brushing against each other and tongues swirling before smacking lips together. The brunette lifts his head from your chest, straightening his posture to insert his cockhead inside your vagina. You mewl into Yuki at the insertion, and it doesn’t stop as the woman slithers a hand to your clit to swipe. You break the kiss in a huff, making the blonde snicker. 

“Mmmph…Jesus Christ,” Choso trembles at the warm snug of your cunt as it accepts his length, pushing in for every inch of him to be swallowed in. When his base meets your southern lips, you hiss at how full you feel from his size. “You know how much we love you, right, baby?”

You nod to him, Yuki placing another hickey-worth kiss on your shoulder. “Your love makes me full, honey…Ohooo…!”

“And don’t forget that…” Choso snaps his hips, drilling his long dick into you and making precise hits to the walls of your chasm. You squeak beneath him, the tip of his cock poking your sweet spots with ease, and you’re gripping the sheets to keep you steady along with Yuki’s hold on you.

The blonde woman flickers her ruby eyes to Choso and beams, “You know you’re hot as hell when you’re all possessive, right?”

“Shut up,” he shushes her with a kiss, humming to her lips that reciprocate his feelings as lovers. The only noise that fills the room is your whines and wails from the hands fondling your body and the shaft plunging so far inside you that you can’t contain the ecstatic screams originating from your inner being. Good God, this felt so fucking good; being wanted and loved by these two is a sensation incomparable to anything. You want to drown in it, be immersed within it, have your senses be robbed of their very being until you fall deep into sleep in their embrace. This feels so worth it, so satisfying…

…Until you look at yourself in the mirror and find so many fucking hickeys all over your body, all the way from your neck to the grave of your thighs. This was not a sight to see after waking up, especially on the morning your friends from last night invited you over for brunch. 

Needless to say, you pulled your lovers aside and gave them an earful. The two nodded to your words, saying “Sorry…” throughout your rant as you tried to find an adequate outfit to conceal their markings, feeling a little bad that they got carried away with you last night.

All is good, in any case. Because now they know that you are theirs both in mind and body.

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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[radioisntdead]

I have an idea.

Mom susan and daughter are reader

How about the reader tries to introduce her husband to her mother??

Good evening my dear! I wanted to see a Susan and Alastor in-law showdown and I wrote a drabble and then some headcanons, so I hope you don't mind, but if you do just let me know and I can replace Alastor with another requested character or an oc or something,

The mother in-law

Susan & daughter reader, Alastor x female reader

Warnings!!

Cannibalism, violent elderly, implied Violence AGAINST the elderly in the headcanons mostly, Susan invading boundaries, Alastor gets insulted by Susan, Reader needs a drink, poorly drawn Cat Alastor in a suit, OOC characters, not proofread, does anyone know a replacement for Grammerly??

Alastor made the most of falling to eternal damnation, seeing it as a new opportunity,

He become an overlord, a cannibal, the feared Radio demon,

It was shocking enough to him that he had met you, and while it did take awhile and a long long friendship he did end up realizing he had feelings for you, a sweetheart of a cannibal, who worked with his dear friend Rosie and asked to court you in the gentlemenly way, with a bouquet of seven roses and a kiss on your hand, He was the happiest lil' deer in all of hell.

He'd take you dancing, you'd do something like reading or taking a nap as he did his radio broadcast, the two of you would go on walks,

It was bliss

Unfortunately or fortunately depending how you look at it, Alastor disappeared for seven years taking you with him, much to the distain of your mother.

During the time away you were wed, it was a small ceremony, only the two of you and the fucked up cat thing that looked strikingly like Alastor you adopted as your witness.

Anyways with the sudden seven year disappearance and marriage, he never got to formally meet his mother in law that you've told him so much about,

So once everything was settled and you got to visit your dear mama a couple of times, you decided to finally introduce them,

Unfortunately they already knew each other.

Oh no.

Alastor wore his best suit, he even put that evil radio cat into a suit, you wore a lovely dress that matched the aesthetics of cannibal town [Or an exact copy of Alastor's regular suit if you wanna give Susan a heart attack]

He walked arm in arm with you to the cannibal town home your mother lived in, and from the moment the door was opened there was only one thought on his mind.

Oh shit it was Susan, you were the daughter of the Ornery old bitch,

How was someone like YOU related to SUSAN??

Were you adopted? You had to be, he refused to believe that old lady had spawned you in any type of way, maybe she picked you up off the street?

Susan grabbed your hand pulling you in and looking over you, not bothering to greet the radio demon beside you,

"Where have you been I thought you died, Why are you with the guy with the shitty haircut that looks like someone went at him with a fucking hedge trimmer"

"Mama I visited you last week,"

Susan questioned immediately as you laughed nervously, barely two seconds in and she had already insulted Alastor,

you look over to Alastor who stood awkwardly in the door way, waiting to be invited in, the cursed cat in a suit standing by him also waiting to be invited in.

"And apparently you already know my Alasto-"

you were cut off swiftly by Susan squinting at Alastor

"You married the fucking embodiment of red-40?"

Alastor blinked, "Excuse me?"

"You're excused." Susan moved to shut the door in Alastor's face but was stopped by you stopping her

"Ma, please, Alastor come on in"

You said gesturing for your husband and the thing to enter, Susan scoffed mumbling about something as she turned around and sped into the kitchen.

Alastor leaned into you, hooking his arm with yours as the messed up cat clone moved around immediately crawling upon Susan's rocking chair.

"My dear it's not too late to leave and dine elsewhere''

"Alastor please, It's just one dinner with my Ma''

"Who's an ornery old-"

"ALASTOR."

It's a very very awkward dinner, Alastor tried to compliment Susan's meatloaf? He got bullied, you did step in to shut that behavior down but that didn't do much, Alastor tried to help wash the dishes after supper? Susan stood over him watching as he washed every plate and each piece of cutlery, judging him.

Susan did not fear the overlord, and you were concerned.

After dinner was finished and dessert was eaten Susan stared both you and Alastor down as you sat on her couch.

"How long have you been married?"

"Six years."

"Where are my grandchildren then?!"

You hold up the mini Alastor, it's tail wagged slowly as Susan looked upon it with a look of disapproval,

"That's a shitty looking rat, is your husband dysfunctional?"

"Ma, can you not- NO, Alastor put away the tentacles she will RIP THEM OFF-''

AND HEADCANON TIME BECAUSE I am not the best at writing action.

You poor soul.

They can't kill each other because you exist,

It's like stopping two toddlers from fighting except one's well over a century old and your married to the other one,

You're an unpaid babysitter I'm so sorry

Alastor was raised to respect woman and the elderly but he is very close to attacking Susan

He can't do much because he doesn't want to get into trouble with Rosie because attacking one of her cannibals no matter who it is, was a whole can of worms he rather not open, and also she was unfortunately your mother,

He's questioning that, like after this dinner expect him to sit you down and just start throwing questions, like how?

He liked Susan's meatloaf well enough, he could live without it though,

Susan runs into him randomly on the street? She asks if she has a grandchild yet, no? He's getting attacked with the cane and asked if he cannot perform properly Violence on the ace deer

She tries to convince you to leave him and tried introducing you to a random cannibal she pulled off the street, but she stopped after you got upset at her.

Assuming you live at the Hazbin hotel with Alastor Susan visits, she somehow got a key to the room you and Alastor shared so you could be sleeping and Susan pops in swinging her cane, dropping lore

Alastor lives in mild fear, he's changed the locks, he's put Niffty outside the door as security,

Susan always GETS IN.

You have boundaries with her but she breaks them and your working on getting her to stop,

It becomes a hotel wide situation of getting Susan to not break in

She oddly enough likes Angel dust and you use him as a distraction whenever she appears without warning,

You owe Angel several favors.

You are in debt.

Susan eventually grows a fondness for the freak grandchild, she gets clothes, dresses him up and calls him sonny,

Alastor's not the most pleased but it's better then getting asked if he suffers from certain conditions

They sometimes fight over your time, like he's taking you out on a date and Susan pops in and drags whisks you away for tea or something,

They can't do much aside from verbal Insults and glares, but they did get into a physical fight, Alastor got hit with a chair, Susan almost got eaten, Alastor sent Niffty on her and she almost got stabbed

You threatened to tell Rosie and they both stopped, thankfully

Susan keeps divorce papers on hand just in case you ever change your mind, she's not afraid to attack an overlord, this woman is down below for a reason and she is FERAL.

If she catches Alastor chompin' down on your arm he's getting whooped with a cane and the both of you are getting a full lecture on if he's doing anything he's not supposed too, and if he is, he needs to go.

Alastor is very adamant that he would never intentionally harm you apparently the BITING DOESN'T COUNT AS HARM???

Dude has a fear of becoming like his father.

They have issues but they agree on things like this,

There's eventually a group meeting about Susan breaking into the hotel and while she's welcome she needs to stop popping in at late hours of the night or at the crack of dawn,

There's a Susan security system set up now.

Susan's never going to fully approve because you'll always be that small child she found on the side of the streets long ago to her and no man, woman or whatever is going to be good enough for her little girl, but she'll put up with it, she knows that while Alastor isn't the best person it could be worse.

She eventually respects your boundaries, yay!

Good evening folks! Thank you for tuning in! I hope you liked whatever this was, I'm slowly working though requests! Now it's 3 am and I'm tired, goodnight! Have a cursed cat Alastor in a suit that I drew with my fingers

He looks like a tatortot

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #susan & reader #alastor x reader #alastor x you

[pythoria]

astarion is such a great character but one reason that stands out to me is how he turns the vampire stereotype on its head. vampires from their inception have been metaphors for sexuality, back in ye olden times when religious and cultural dogma repressed people's desires and forbade acting on them. they've always represented latent sexuality and people's increasing desperation. they were a fantasy that allowed people to imagine not being bound by societal rules, but by their internal hunger, giving into it and how that might feel, but more than that, how it might feel to be a victim of that. women, especially, were not allowed to express any desires, so the vampire taking whatever they wanted, as well as being desired for something as intrinsic to your being as your blood - that's a powerful fantasy. at its core, vampirism is about loss of control, and people who hold onto control very tightly in their lives will find themselves drawn to vampires as a form of catharsis.

but that's where astarion comes in and flips it around. he's far from the first character to explore the negative sides of vampirism, but as a long-term fan of many fictional vampires, i think he does it best. primarily because his story delves into the sexual aspect and the loss of control much more, while maintaining a lot of realism. his vampirism is very grounded in reality; he has real human feelings about it. the idea that people would find the powerful vampire overpowering them alluring is contrasted by the very obvious (to us, a modern audience) issues with consent involved. if the vampire cannot control their hunger, if they have no control over the desires they act on, that might sound appealing to someone who has never been allowed to act on *any* desire, but the reality of it is horrifying. it's being a victim of assault at your own hands. it's people using you and you being unable to express any discomfort, because what *you* want is always backseating what the vampirism demands. the liberating feeling of being able to act on your desires turns into the claustrophobia of being unable to deny them at all.

vampirism always came with downsides, of course. not being able to walk in the sun (being exiled from the world and polite society), not being able to see your reflection (a loss of self), dying and being reborn, but not coming back quite the same, never being able to return to the person you once were (giving up life itself, but not arriving in a religious heaven, rather staying on earth past your time, defying god, giving up the chance at eternal bliss for the inherently sinful continuation of the flesh), eternal life (losing everyone you love, seeing everything end) akin to eternal damnation in hell. all of these downsides, and yet, with astarion, even the good bits are tainted, or turned into something negative.

on top of that, the choice to damn himself for any supposed benefits of vampirism wasn't even given to him. he was turned against his will, kept against his will, had his freedom - the only thing worth anything to a vampire - taken away. he didn't escape from a life that boxed him in, he was ripped away from a life he dearly misses. but then again, considering his actions as a magistrate, it's also a sort of divine punishment by proxy, one that is entirely disproportionate to his crimes, in a way only something as extreme as vampirism can be.

obviously the proxy for all this is cazador, but he is merely a personification of the dark force vampires are slaves to. cazador exists because it's much easier for an audience to understand how little control a vampire has over his actions when they can point to someone and say "you're at fault, astarion is innocent, you forced him to do all of those awful things". but the truth is, cazador doesn't have to exist. cazador's compulsion could be replaced by an amorphous urge, coming from inside astarion, outside of his control, and his character would make just as much sense, except it would be harder for everyone (including astarion himself) to separate the actions from the person. imagine a dark urge character who wanted to be good, but the urge wasn't something they could resist. imagine an evil dark urge run, killing everyone, but entirely against your will. would you defend that character? would you be able to redeem them if one day the urge ceased? would you even be willing to wait, to give them time to break free? or would you just kill them, as a mercy on the world? there's no surprise that most people would stake astarion on sight. maybe he can be redeemed eventually, but what about the time inbetween?

yes, this all comes from dnd vampire lore, so it applies across the board, not just for astarion. vampire spawn exist as a different entity from a fully-fledged vampire because it allows the spawn to keep a part of their humanity, their soul, and have their morality exist separately from the call of the blood. all of this makes astarion fascinating, and also somewhat easier to analyse.

#pythoria.txt #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #baldur's gate iii #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion analysis #ugh it's so hard to properly put it into words #long post

[angelgoeslewd]

only between us.

🔮 summary: finishing what you started in skirt with Raphael.

⚠️ warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, very graphic mentions PIV sex, lots of spicy horny thoughts and scenes, a bit of religious sacrilege, Raphael being both emotionally and sexually constipated, AFAB! Reader.

Raphael has been alive for more than a millennium.

he’s young, compared to Simeon and Michael, but older than humans can ever even imagine. but all these years....

all these decades and he’s never been quite so taken with someone as much as he is with you.

you captivate his worst imagination; you, a little, unassuming human, a pea in the scope of the layers of the universe — you are the one to drag him into the eternal torment of blasphemy. his lustful thoughts, his unangelic desires to touch you, constantly tossing him closer and closer to falling.

prayers, interrupted by You. the constant turning at night in his own sanctuary, bidding his hardened length to leave him, shaky hands eventually succumbing to sin, sweating as he spills over into his hand and getting all worked up again wondering if you would lick it off for him. is it really a sin to think about how he would worship your body? how he would spend hours between your thighs, nipping and licking and sucking, covering his chin in spit and your slick, making you cum on his tongue until you cry, until his locks are taken into your hands and you beg for him to stop. how can it be such, when it feels so good?

he can practically hear your snarky remark the next day, wondering how he could sneak into the Celestial Realm when he behaves like such a demon in bed. he doesn’t retort. gives you a pointed look, then drops it to your shaking thighs, that you can barely brush together, lest the evidence of your coupling distract you once more.

while you and him shared some sort of… connection, one he couldn't possibly attempt to understand, Raphael wasn’t a mind reader. there was no possible way to know how far your feelings for him extended, you never crossed any lines that came with a loving ‘friendship.’ and while he desperately wanted to ruin it, to create something different, something deeper and more meaningful, he couldn’t bring himself to cross that line.

every moment you were by his side was too precious. he didn’t have any earthly belongings, anything he needed was bestowed or earned… but you. you gave your time, your patience, your kindness to him so freely, even when he knew he crossed the lines of pleasantries. he was utterly taken aback that a human could be so giving. as any angel, he was always taught humans took and took until no more could be given, then they would turn and find more to take. that they ruin and destroy as they did to the Fallen Ones. but here you were. handing him a set of new pens that he had off-handedly mentioned he liked the grip on. and suddenly, he wanted to be selfish too.

if he could just have you, platonically or otherwise, it was worth every second of keeping it status quo.

the most torturous part of the whole arraignment, however, is that you don’t even seem to realize the effect you have on him. you sit close to him, far too close, practically on his lap, teasing him with the slight distance, despite all his attempts to get you to actually do so, to play out his most shameful thoughts. you leave your scent on his arm, his shawl, his fucking papers.

he wants to burn them. he wants to bury his face in them and never forget your scent.

he tries so hard not to pay it any mind, but it is as close to home as he gets these days; his mind goes blank when he lifts it to his nose and smells you, vision blinding white in bliss and euphoria, your outline silhouetted every time he closes his eyes.

and those skirts. fucking hell, those short, perversion-inducing skirts. he’d damn them all to hell if he wasn’t currently living there already (physically and metaphorically). every time you wore one, Raphael lost his sense of reality. he’d live in a world of just you, him, and his bed. school and responsibilities be damned. they'd be less fucked than you would be. Raphael would keep you there, you’d have no reason to leave. he could conjure anything you needed with a snap of his fingers. the door to his room mysteriously vanishing from the Purgatory Hall, swallowed up by the void, along with your sweet, sinful moans. only he would hear how you would call for him, your pitiful cries for more of his touch. he would fuck you for every single time your skirt rode up and made him snap a pencil in his hand, your soaked little panties begging for him to push them aside and plunge deep in you. he would tell you to call his name when you came, make you forget about whoever else ever crossed your mind and replace it all with him.

the thought of you being such a little slut for anyone else made him crazy. he wanted to ruin everyone for you. he wanted to push his cum so deep in you that you could never even think of anyone but him doing so. how dare you swish your pleats like that? you even nearly made him break a pen in class once, when he watch you do a little twirl for Leviathan and Beelzebub. ink bubbled from the tip as you strutted back over like you didn’t just flirt with two demons in front of his face, asking with a pout if you could borrow his wrap because you were chilly.

— you, lying on your back on the classroom table, your cunt dripping wet stains onto the white fabric you ‘borrowed’ —

he couldn’t hold your eyes after such a thought. he handed it over to you and left in a hurry for the bathroom.

he would shamefully finish himself there, leaning his head against the peeling paint of the stall, pounding his fist into the metal as he came into his hand, yet again, reminding Raphael of how absolutely fucked he was.

the fact that all these ugly, human emotions came to head simply because of an article of clothing pisses him off. can he not control his mind over such an insignificant little thing?! how is he fit to be Michael’s secondhand!? he could never live up to Celestial realm's expectations if this continued. and it would be found out. he knew it would. they always find out.

he had to train himself. he had to be a better angel for you. you couldn’t have such an impure, deviant partner. he had watched you rebuff such demons, time and time again. and he was acting no better than they were. maybe… maybe if he could expose himself to you in little amounts, those thoughts would leave him… wouldn’t they?

but you. you were all-consuming. a total and complete aphrodisiac to his senses. and you never seem to stop fucking wearing that stupid skirt. did you know what it did to him? were you doing this to test his resolve? his thoughts tainted every time you searched him out wearing that flimsy piece of fabric. Raphael knew he was much stronger than you. he could just rip it off you, hold you up as you bounced on his cock. it didn’t matter where you two were. but whenever he made a decision to make a move, he would get up, meet your innocent, lovely face, and crumble like the walls of Jericho. he couldn’t defile you in such a way. not in this state.

pitifully, his only savior was the gardens. losing himself in something else, something so pure it almost felt like it cleansed him of his sins. or perhaps it just reminded him too much of the Celestial realm, touting its overwhelming, overbearing expectations of perfection and innocence. but it worked. at least it worked.

most of the time.

it seemed today was his absolutely unluckiest day. he was hounded by temptation. of course today was a day you were wearing that damned skirt. the old wives' tale of keeping you awake at night by dreaming about you didn't seem to be true. and of course, last night had to be a night with a dream that was so utterly debauched that Raphael feared the Devildom was eating his angelic nature alive. it seemed like every time he turned, there you were. over his shoulder, trying to “help” him with his assignments, the length of your skirt so short that the bottom just barely reached the top of the desk, even with your frame not being very much taller, making him sweat internally, trying to keep his hands from twitching, from doing something rash and unbecoming, but oh — how desperately he wanted to run his hand up your thigh and see just what your choice of panties were this day.

he wouldn’t necessarily call what he was doing running away or avoiding you. it was simply… just not an adequate environment to work in. that’s it. yes, he just couldn’t get past the fog of thoughts all related to you and what exactly you would do under him, to focus on absolutely anything else. not even his silent prayers were enough to hound them off anymore, and he found himself doing less and less of that and more of what sort of penance to he would pay on his knees to your beautiful— Raphael.

he was just in class with you, and even so, that brief window of opportunity was enough to do him in. he couldn’t stop. his grip on the book clenched, wrinkling precious papers, all because of your hold on him. you, this human who randomly showed up and captured seven demon lords, his former brothers, mind you, and him, in this nefarious web of lust and love and, my god, did he just want it to be over.

he tried to slow his heart beat, looking upwards to the darken sky in desperation to find some sort of relief. was this a test of his own willpower? did Father plan for this to happen? was it just him? was he broken? Raphael was at a loss. How was he ever going to fix this? He couldn’t keep on like this; losing sleep over you, messing up the simplest of assignments because every time he looked down he was reminded of your smooth, sweet legs, peeking out from that skirt.

the crunch of grass is enough to snap him back to reality. he quickly tries to look busy, and exactly not like an angel in utter turmoil, hoping his furrowed brow and tensed shoulders would be enough to drive off whomever came across his little bubble of paradise.

“Raph? There you are.”

Of course. Of fucking course. Smite him now. There was no escaping this eternal hell of sin. The sound of your voice seems to inspire a sort of natural reaction from him, his legs already stretching to get up, book snapped shut and pressed tightly under his shoulder.

“Really? You’re going to try and avoid me again?”

You were always so blunt. Raphael can say without a doubt that he was utterly in love with that, and he felt no shame in admitting that, at least. But now… now it just embarrassed him. He knew, subconsciously, that he wasn’t doing right by you. What kind of friend just avoids another? So many questions he had, and not enough experience to answer them. He supposes that’s why he felt so pushed to run from them. Very much like he would do up above. he can’t even bring himself to turn and look at you when he answers.

“I… I’m not avoiding you.” he cringes. great, now he’s a bad friend AND a liar. What else could go wrong.

“bullshit.” that’s not what he wanted to hear. Raphael slowly turns to face you, he doesn’t want to meet your eyes, but when he finally spins around… they’re right there. you’re search his own for answers, for clues, and he worries for a moment that you might find what he hopes to bury.

“So what do you call leaving every time I come into a room, then?”

“Trying to maintain my dignity,” he breaths out, finding that he’s unable to fib when he’s meeting your beautiful face head on like this. it doesn’t even register in his brain that he’s said it. when it does all click together he’s panicked, wondering how to get out of this, how to leave, how to explain, but your face contorts and twists into something that breaks him further. confusion. hurt. anger. it’s so gorgeously human that if he wasn’t hopeless in love with you that he would spend all day in awe of it.

it’s that thought that finally fits.

the piece he’s been missing, this whole time.

the part of the cog that has his whole body relaxing in utter relief, exhausted with his charade.

he’s been in love with you, this entire time. this lust is just a facade for how much he wants for something he’s not supposed to have. he’s so hopelessly devoted to you that there’s nothing that could come close. he’s never felt this way about the celestial realm, all these years, and all this time he has with you, he’s been doing nothing but thinking about how he can realign himself with them, when it’s obvious that no matter what, he can never think the same after meeting you. no matter what they say about this, about humans. and he’s more than willing to follow this spiral to the end. regardless of what waits at the finish line. there is no other path, no way of redefining or fixing his dedication, for Raphael. because there is only you.

he blinks. you blink. and finally, he’s done running.

he sighs, surrendering himself to the execution of your friendship, and figures he might as well sit down as he ruins everything. the bench is hard and cold under him, and he barely feels it. his fingers shake almost undetectably as he meekly flips through the book that will forever mark the end of this. of you two.

“When… you wear stuff like this,” he admits, shyly, dog-earing a page back and forth, “It makes me feel. A certain way.”

the silence is impregnable. it’s heavy and thick like the celestial realm before rainfall. it’s murky and undecided and so painful that Raphael wonders if being cast out would hurt less than this. he doesn’t look up. he refuses to. he hates to admit that he might actually cry if he does.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that I...” the tips of your shoes tap each other.

why are you apologizing? he wonders. it’s me. i’m the one that’s ruining everything.

you’re shaking, he realizes, you’re shaking and it’s all because of me.

“I’m… just gonna go.” his hand reaches for you before you can even move an inch. he doesn’t know what’s happening, or what will happen, but you’re here now, right? and… and you didn’t outright laugh at him or say no, so that should mean something positive. a newly found courage in him has him shaking his head.

“No, no… you’re already here. And it wasn’t right of me not to tell you. It wasn’t fair. You should know,” he says, which is absolutely true. he was a terrible friend for hiding this from you. he wonders if you hear him when he adds quietly, “And I miss you.” he wants you back. he wants you here, with him, by his side, even if he can’t have you in the way he wants, he wants to be selfish and a little human too.

you take a place next to him on the bench, your skirt splaying around your full thighs like a crown of temptation, the thorns that festered this whole mess. yet… Raphael’s head has never felt clearer. he is mesmerized solely by the fact you still choose to sit so close to him that he can feel the warmth of your skin through his clothes.

“I missed you too. It’s why I was so upset. I thought you were angry at me or I did something wrong-”

“Nothing like that,” he cuts you off before you even slightly doubt his intentions. he wants nothing more than to protect you, don’t you see? his mind will be the downfall of you both. but… it seems by doing so, he prevented nothing but your light. your company. your closeness. in trying to circumvent his prophecy, he ran head first into it. he will do better by you this time.

but still. it does nothing to chill or put an end to the loathsome heat inside of his heart for you. the book is a prop in this play, in this act where you both try and pretend there is nothing that hangs between you two. where Raphael pretends that he isn’t still enchanted by your youness and he tries not to glance too long at the skirt you wear and what could blossom underneath, how much he wants to experience it all. and this play is coming to an end… or, perhaps, to its climax?

“Raphael…?” your saccharine voice is all he needs to be push over the edge. he has enough willpower not to immediately toss the object in his hands (that, and fearing what Satan might do if there’s any damage to it) but shuts it nicely and looks up at you.

your breath catches. he’s close enough to hear it and he can’t imagine what you see, but he hopes it’s good. he hopes you like it. and honestly? he’s done hoping now. he wants to do something.

your breath fans his face, lingering warm tendrils on cheeks that heat them to a rosy pink — or perhaps, he’s blushing. who can tell, when you’re both this close to each other. your whisper is lost to only him and the gardens:

“We don’t have to do—”

“I want to.”

his lips catch yours before you can say anything else, he can faintly feel the book slip out from him, dropping to the dew wet ground as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in. you squeak, but let yourself be trapped against him. he loves the feeling of your arms pressed against his chest, the way your fingers fiddle with the delicate gold ornaments and colored fabrics. he wants to feel them on his skin, he wants to feel your nails dig into him as he brings you to orgasm, he wants the catch of your finger pads on his shoulders when he lifts you up and thrusts his cock into your pussy. he leans into you, and you catch the hint, leaning back into his grasp, letting him slowly lower you until you feel the hard rock under your back, his arm still cradling the small of your back, albeit a bit uncomfortably. it’s the he pulls back, tracing the wet curve of your lips, now dripping with spit, sloppily, gasping for air and he combs over your flushed face.

he’s so utterly fucked.

[Continuation . . . COMING SOON.]

#obey me #angelic songs #🍩 of obey me #obey me smut #obey me raphael #obey me swd #raphael x you #raphael x reader #raphael x mc #bitch went full frodo in this fic

[moumouton4]

Worship || Naruto Uzumaki x fem!rzeader

A/n : Prompt 24 of the Smutember 2023 ( So in this AU Naruto never was the Hokage, why idk😂 )

The list of prompts is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : woshiping, oral fem!receiver, soft sex, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 930

He had always been alone. Alone against everyone. It was painful and even though everyone said that would kill him, it didn’t. Even more he never thought a single time about it. Time passed and the scars started to heal. He managed to forge links with people that for him became friends, family.He lacked only one thing, well.. more someone.

A special someone, he has never thought about when he was younger. He didn’t try to look for one either. After all, his life had been pretty hectic. But then again in the midst of this even going storm you appeared out of nowhere. Like a little leaf brought by the wind. Well, “appeared” is a bit exaggerated because you’d known each other for quite some time now, he just didn’t notice you the way he now does. But don’t worry though because now he knows how to make up for this.

Today was like any other day, when you would both find each other in the throes of passion. It was during those moments he would just remind you how much he cherishes you and how grateful he is for having you in his life. And he knows exactly what to do to worship you like the deity he thinks you are. And it always begins the same way, with a long and slow making out session but well your other lips, if you see what I mean.

He’d go from holding you close to his chest, to having his head between your thighs. His fluffy blond hair tickling your soft skin. He would stay here for a little moment, a minute maybe less, when you’d feel his breath fanning against your heated core. Then slowly he would lean in and give your clit a series of soft and loving kisses. It immediately gives you goosebumps everywhere. Then he would dip his head further and give your sensitive folds a long lick from the bottom and back to your clit, where he would gently flick his tongue.

Don’t think this happens in perfect quietness though, he is going to slurp every drop of that sweet nectar he loves so much, besides each time he tastes you he groans against your wetness as if he just tasted something orgasmic, and gosh it was. His licks only aren’t enough to gather enough in his opinion, so after what seems like a blissful eternity he would incline his head on the side and fond your tight entrance with his eager tongue. His hands would find a good purchase on your thighs as he pulls you closer to him. His tongue swirls against your quivering hole and then just like this he would slowly and tantalizingly push it inside, trying to scoop as much of your juice with it.

You’re not controlling any more sounds that come out of your mouth, your legs tighten around his head, almost choking him, but he couldn't care less. Please choke me more. He is so hard at this point he doesn’t even know what is preventing him from cuming right away against the edge of the bed, where he had been grinding his swollen cock since he started eating out. The friction against his skin is so delightful he meowls against you, sending  even more vibration against your core.

He keeps caressing your sides with his hands, even with his mouth occupied he tries to prays you, but his words come out a little bit muffled “Sho good mmh”

And when he finally notices how you begin to tense under him, how your clit harden he encourages you “Come on… hhha give it to me Y/n. Come for me”

He is pleading at this point because he too is on the verge of coming. And suddenly just like he asked you you come in his mouth, he keeps lavishing your abused cunt to make you experience your pleasure longer, sucking and licking eagerly at everything you are giving.

Then once he is sure you’re done he pulls away, his face glistens with your juice, but his expression is one of pure pleasure and near climax. He quickly moves up until his hips rest between your legs, you can feel his hard length pressing against your center. With a glance he makes sure you are willing to accept him inside you and then he slowly plunges his needy member inside your soaked entrance.

His hips are working with a steady rhythm but he knows he isn’t going to last long. So he tries to pour his love inside you with each stroke he gives you. It’s not long before he clings to your body as he feels his balls tensing suddenly. He pushed forward one last time to be fully sheathed inside you as he spills his seed deep inside you “I love you. I love you. I love you” he repeats like a mantra, holding you as if you were his life line. And in moments like this you literally were.

Of course he is going to help you to the bathroom after, make sure you pee and help you clean yup with a warm cloth, but for now he just wants to enjoy the closeness and the intimacy of being in your arms. His cock starts softening inside you and you both let out a shaky breath. You’re both sated now. Your fingers are mindlessly drawing patterns on each other’s skin and you can’t help but think that next time you’re going to be the one worshiping him. A good thing that you bought a fluffy pillow not so long ago.

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[orcasoul]

Am I too late to love you? Part 2

Summary: Reader and Joel are in an unestablished relationship. Joel breaks her heart when being asked to admit his feelings and she leaves their shared home. Reader gets into trouble while on patrol without Joel causing him to face his own truth and go in a desperate search for her.

Warnings: swearing, angst, Joel being well... Joel lol. clicker attack. Use of Y/N

Italics indicate inward thinking.

The water is brutal! The cold penetrated your body with such ferocity that for a moment all of your muscles sized up and you began to sink, being dragged away by the current at the same time. After what felt like an eternity you began to kick, breaking the surface and desperately gasping for air. You've never felt the cold like this in your whole life. It hurt, it hurt so fucking much! Trying to keep your head above the water you look to the bank and see Andy shoot the remaining clickers, his face a picture of horror as he helplessly watches you get pulled downriver.

Trying to fight the current was useless, nevertheless you try with all your strength to reach the river bank. The longer you are in the water the more you feel your body giving up, ready to succumb. But at the same time your mind is screaming at you to keep fighting. And so you do; You fought your way to the surface every time the current tried pulling you down into the icy abyss. It's terrifying to be in such a helpless situation, completely at nature's mercy. One moment you're looking for something, anything to grab onto at the raging surface and the next you're being pulled back down, the only sounds being the torrent rushing past you ears and your muffled screams. You brake the surface again for what you were sure would be the last time, taking one last gulp of air when your back slams into something hard, the current pinning you against it.

Struggling to turn against the weight of the water you realise it's a large rock. You cling to it, catching your breath. Looking around you notice you are closer to the river bank than you were a few minutes ago. You also notice that there are other rocks close by clogged up with broken branches, making a natural dam. If you were religious you would have thought that someone up there was looking out for you, giving you this opportunity to make a break for it. You gather your strength and you push yourself across the river grabbing onto the rocks, pulling your aching body against the water until finally your feet touched the bottom and you could walk against the current in the shallow water.

Crawling out of the water your body collapsed, finally spent. You just lay on the frozen ground for a while shivering and crying. Crying tears of joy that you survived against the odds. Laying still after the fight you just had to endure was a welcomed bliss, even if the wind chill was beginning to make your face and fingers hurt. You take a few more minutes to catch your breath, listening to the sound of the rushing water and watching the clouds roll by in the baby blue sky, a strange sense of calm enveloping you. A cold gust of wind brought you sharply out of your sense of serenity, making you shiver violently. "Okay, get up" you mumble to yourself. Your body has never felt as heavy as it does now while rolling over to get on your hands and knees. With a loud groan you force yourself up, standing slowly on shaky legs.

Taking in your surroundings it's evident that you haven't been dragged as far downstream as you'd thought. You must have only been in the river for several minutes, even though it felt a lot longer. Wrapping your arms tightly around your body, desperately trying to conserve any body heat you might have left, you walk back up the side of the river until you reach the patrol route. Andy had gone, leaving the dead clickers in his wake. It was going to be a hell of a long walk back to Jackson but after surviving clickers and the river you ain't giving up now!

*******

Joel had been repairing a damaged fence outside the school all the while mentally rehearsing what he would say to you when you returned from patrol. To say he was pissed when he learned late last night that he'd been taken off your patrol shifts and assigned to construction today would have been an understatement. He knew you must have asked to be given a new partner and honestly he couldn't blame you after what he did, but he always worried when you went on patrol without him. And he couldn't deny the pang of jealousy he felt when he learned that you'd been paired up with Andy. The guy may have been new but he'd already made a reputation for himself as a shameless flirt. Joel knew he had no right to feel this way after brutally dumping you but he couldn't help it, especially after having finally admitted his feelings for you.

A commotion at the gates caught Joel's attention. The gates opened and a lone rider came through, quickly dismounting his horse. A small crowd had gathered, worried voices carrying on the air. Putting his tools down Joel walked over to the crowd and his heart clenched in fear and anger when he saw Andy had returned without you. He stormed over to Andy, grabbing him by his shirt and slamming hard against one of the open gates. "Where is she?!" he roared, his face contorted with fury. It took a few men to pull Joel off of Andy, one of them being Tommy. Andy remained against the door with his hands still up in surrender. "I don't know. We were attacked by a group of clickers and got separated...." Andy began to explain in earnest but before he could say anymore Joel stalked towards him again only to be halted as Tommy stood between them. "And you left her out there alone?!" Joel was now shaking with rage. "No, no I tried to help her but my horse spooked and by the time I got back to her it was too late. She jumped in the river to escape them. They nearly got her!" Andy sighed and hung his head "I'm so sorry, I tried to help, I really did."

Joel felt the blood in his veins freeze and his heart felt like it had dropped to his stomach upon hearing you had jumped in the river. In that moment his world had turned upside down, knowing it was unlikely you had survived. The crushing grief he felt when Sarah had died returned with a vengeance. It became almost impossible to breath and think properly, but Tommy's hands on Joel's shoulders managed to bring him back to the present. "Joel, Andy and l will go look for her right now" Tommy tried to reassure his brother. "I'm going with you" Joel replied. "I don't think that's a good...." "I said i'm going with you!" Joel sharply cut him off with a tone that left no room for argument and Tommy knew there was no point trying to reason with Joel when he got like this.

*******

Every step is torture. The cold pierced every fibre of your being, slowly and agonisingly freezing your muscles, your skin, your very ability to think straight. All you knew is you had to get home ASAP. Knowing you won't survive for long in this temperature you push and push yourself forward. Your feet feel like numb stubs and every muscles is begging for relief but you know if you lay down now you'll never get up again. It's only 2 miles. You can do this, you keep telling yourself over and over. The sun beat down on you through the woodland but you got no warmth from it's weak winter rays. A beautiful day like would normally ignite the nature lover in you, calming your senses while you absorb the world around you; The smell of pine needles mixed with wet earth, the gentle rustle of windswept leaves, the sweet chirp of birds. It was those moments that refreshed your soul in this bleak, broken world.

But right now your focus is consumed by the violent shivers relentlessly wracking your body, causing your teeth to chatter so hard that you're afraid they'll shatter. Your soaked clothes cling to your body, absorbing the windchill and forcing it deep into your bones. Your hairline and eyelashes begin to form ice crystals causing you to rub your eyes every few minutes with fingers you can no longer feel! It is becoming increasingly difficult to walk but you push through the pain and exhaustion, knowing that every step brings you closer to home, closer to Ellie and even.... Joel. If you could see them just one last time it would be worth all this effort. So on you stagger, very slowly. A sense of relief washes over you when you realise you are half way to Jackson.

Not much further, keep going. Slowly dragging your legs, one at a time, you find yourself stumbling as you become increasingly drowsy. You shake your head to snap out of it but the movement only alerts your senses for few moments. You pinch your hands hoping the sudden pain will bring you out of this weary brain fog that is quickly consuming you, but your skin is so numb that you can't feel anything. After a few more minutes your breathing becomes increasingly shallow, forcing you to walk even slower. By focusing so much on your breathing you don't feel it at first; Warmth! You suddenly feel warmth spreading through your core and to your limbs and cheeks. H..How is th... this possible? you start to wonder but confusion is soon replaced by relief as your body continues to radiate much needed warmth to every part of your being. All of a sudden your vision blurs and you collapse to the ground. You open your eyes briefly, sucking in short breaths in panic. You can't move! Your last remaining ounce of strength has abandoned you completely and you feel the overwhelming need to sleep. "I'm s.. so ..sorry" you cry out to Ellie and Joel as you surrender to the dark peace of nothingness.

*******

Every passing minute pulls Joel deeper and deeper into despair. He's so consumed with fear and guilt that he didn't hear Tommy calling from behined. "Joel?" Tommy called again as his horse reached Joel's, followed closely by Andy. Joel turned to look at his brother in a haze "If she made it out of the river she'll head back along the trail, i'm sure of it. If anyone can survive this it's Y/N. That girl is tougher than she looks" Tommy said as reassuringly as he could. Joel knows Tommy is trying to stay positive for his sake but his anxious mind always jumps to the worst case scenario in tense situations. It's a mindset he can't shake. Twenty years of horrors and hardships were responsible for that. "Joel?" Andy sidled his horse next to Joel's. "I really am sorry. I tried to help her. If this stupid horse hadn't bolted or I was a better shot..." he trailed off uncomfortably, scratching the back of his kneck "She was just too far away, i'm so sorry."

Joel didn't answer him. He just tensed his jaw, keeping his steely gaze dead ahead. Andy sensed it was better to shut up, to not push Joel any further and risk being on the receiving end of his wrath for the second time. The three men continued to ride in silence, looking and listening for any sign of life nearby but were only met with silence, apart from the wind and birds. Joel's mind began to spiral the longer time went on. He thought about all the things he should have said to you and all the things he wishes he could take back. You'll never know how much he truly loves you, how much you really mean to him. He's startled out of his thoughts when his horse rears. A rabbit had run across it's path, causing the horses skittish reaction. "Shhh, shhh" Joel soothed while rubbing the horses neck to calm it down. His gaze followed in the rabbit's direction and what he saw made his breath catch in his chest. There you were, lying motionless, poking out from behind a low bush. The deep green of your coat a striking contrast against the pure white dusting of snow.

"Over there!" Joel bellowed to Tommy and Andy as he jumped off his horse and sprinted over to you. He dropped to his knees beside you, placing one hand on your back and the other on your shoulder to roll you over. He was horrified by the sight that met his eyes! Your skin was as pale as the snow, dark circles coated your under eyes, your eyelashes and hair had formed a thin layer of ice, your lips were blue and your clothes had began to freeze around you. You literally looked like death warmed up! "Baby? Baby can you hear me?" Joel pulled you into his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, trying to give you some warmth. "If you can hear me squeeze my hand" he begged desperately while clutching your hand; Nothing. "Please, please, please...." he muttered as he ripped his gloves off pressing his fingers to your neck, searching for a pulse. He silently prayed, begged to any deity that might be there that he would find it. There! It was weak but it meant that you were still alive.

"Give me your coats now!" he ordered the other two men as he shucked his own off. He quickly took off your now crusty coat, wrapping his around you. Tommy ran over with two more coats as Andy stayed back, holding the horses reigns. "Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed when he saw your almost frozen body, quickly wrapping the other coats around you. "Is she alive?" "Barely. We have to get her to the infirmary now!" Joel was frantic. He could barely breath, while his hands wouldn't stop shaking. He ran with you to his horse, passing you to Tommy while he mounted. "Give her here" he demanded. Tommy lifted you up and Joel effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, resting your head on his shoulder, while supporting your back with his arm and gripping the reigns in both hands. "You go, we'll catch up" Tommy insisted. Joel didn't have to be told twice.

He pushed his horse to ride faster than ever before. It may have seemed cruel but all that mattered to him was getting you home alive. Looking down at your peaceful expression brought tears to Joel's eyes. Tucking your head into the crook of his neck he whispered "I'm so sorry baby girl. I love you." He hoped you could hear him. His panic eased slightly as Jackson came into view. "We're almost there darling, just hang on for me please." He gently kissed your forehead as tears rolled down his cheeks. He kicked the horse even harder in desperation. "Open the fucking gate!" Joel screamed at the guards as loud as he could. He didn't dismount as he should have at the gate; Instead he rode straight through, making a beeline for the infirmary. Luckily the residents had the sense to move out of the way.

The doctor and nurses on duty came rushing outside as Joel approached the building. "She's hypothermic! Please help her!" he cried while passing you to them so he could dismount. He quickly scooped you back into his arms as the medical team led the way inside. "We made it baby, we made it."

********

Darkness is slowly replaced by a bright light. You feel a delicious warmth engulfing your whole body and you realise you are lying on something warm and soft. Turning your head to the right you try to focus on the blurry form in front of you. After a moment your vision recovers and you are startled to see Joel looking down at you, his eyes red and puffy from crying. "Hey sweetheart" he whispered softly while stroking the top of your head. "You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna look after you." "Joel?" you quietly ask, unable to hide the surprised tone of your voice. "Shhh... I'm here" he gently takes you're right hand in his, smoothing small circles over your knuckles. "Is that really you?" You begin to sob. Even though he hurt you deeply you cry with relief at seeing him again. Joel slowly shifts on the side of the bed and pulls you into his arms, embracing you gently, as if he's afraid you will break. After a few moments of immersing yourself in his touch, his warmth, his scent you pull away to look into his eyes, those beautiful chestnut eyes you thought you'd never see again.

"Why are you here?" you ask sheepishly, not wanting to sound ungrateful for his presence but at the same time feeling confused as to why he would be here after what he told you only 2 days ago. "When I saw that kid had returned without you I...." Joel hung his head, staring at your fingers entwined with his. "I was terrified" his voice broke on the last sentence, blinking back tears. "When he told us what happened all I could think about was finding you." Joel looked up to meet your eyes and you were shocked to see his usual hardened expression had been replaced with fear and vulnerability. "But I thought you didn't care for me, Joel. You made that crystal clear the other night when you cruelly belittled me and broke my heart" you reply, your voice laced with hurt and confusion. "Look..." you exhaled slowly while looking down "I appreciate you coming to find me but you don't have to be here. You don't have any obligation to me so maybe...." "I love you" Joel cut you off.

Your head snapped up, looking Joel in the eyes. Your own eyes wide at what he'd just said, the sincerity of his voice matching the look of sincerity on his face. All you could do in this moment is stare at him in shock as he continued, "I'm sorry, i'm so sorry for everything. I didn't mean any of it." Then... why did you say it?" you responded in hurt and frustration. "Because you deserve someone better. I'm not a good man and i'm not as strong as I once was. You deserve someone younger who can protect you, someone..." "Stop!" you snap at him. Joel immediately stopped talking, looking at you with raised eyebrows. "I don't want anyone else. It's always been you, Joel. You've done things you're ashamed of but so have I, we all have. But you are a good man even if you can't see it. I've seen who you really are with your brother, with Ellie. That's the real Joel. Everything else is just a means to surviving and I don't judge you for it, I never have."

You place a hand on Joel's cheek and he slowly cups your hand, leaning into your touch. You continue "And I don't care about the age gap. It means nothing to me. You worry that you can't protect those closest to you but i'm here right now because of you. You literally saved my life today." Joel looked at you, realising that you're right. You were with a much younger man today and even he couldn't protect you. "I just couldn't bear the thought of losing you. That's why I couldn't admit to you... and to myself how I really feel. I thought it would be easier to ignore it but.... fuck..." Joel sighed and shook his head. You've never seen Joel express his feelings before and you knew this was difficult for him after shutting himself off for the last 20 years so you silently wait for him to finish, all the while gently squeezing his hand. "I almost lost you anyway" his voice trembled at saying that out loud.

"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere" you reassure him. "I'm so sorry for everything Y/N. I fucked up and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness or a second chance. I just need you to know that I do love you." After a few moments of silence you take a shaky breath and reply "You really hurt me Joel, i'm not gonna lie." Joel closed his eyes and sighed, drowning in remorse for the pain he caused you. You tilt his chin up and he opens his eyes. "But I love you and I forgive you." The look of relief on Joel's face caused your heart to swell for him and a single tear rolled down your cheek. He wiped it away and swept you up into a tight hug. "I love you so much, baby girl" he whispered into your hair. You smile, knowing you could never hear that enough.

Pulling back slightly he cups your face while softly pressing a kiss to your lips. You instantly melt into it and you both deepen the kiss, gently swiping your tongues together. You kissed him many times before while he's fucked you senseless but those kisses were always fierce, lustful and animalistic. But this.... this was different. The way he kissed you now was tender, loving and meaningful. It was as if you two were the only people in the world right now and nothing else mattered.

An hour later the doctor gave you the all clear. After helping you to stand, Joel lovingly wrapped an arm around your shoulders "Let's get you home, baby" he whispered softly. "On one condition" you say as you stop in your tracks, causing Joel to turn to you with a questionable expression on his face. "Don't shut me out again. If something is wrong you have to talk to me. You have to let me help you, no matter what it is. Promise me, Joel." Joel looked into your eyes, his soft smile causing his eyes to crinkle in the corners. "I promise."

As you approach the house you see Ellie sitting on the front porch waiting for you. The moment she locks eyes with you she jumps up and runs over to you, slamming her body into yours in bone crushing hug, bringing a chuckle from you and you hug her back tightly. "Fuck, I was so worried about you Y/N." "I'm okay" you reply stroking her head. After pulling away she looks between you and Joel. "Are you guys okay now?" She asks worriedly, almost as if she's afraid of the answer. "We're okay" you reassure her while hugging into Joel's side as he kisses the top of your head. Ellie breathed a sigh of relief but then turned to Joel. "You'd better not fuck things up again, old man. You treat her right. I'll be watching you!" "Yes ma'am" Joel replies with a hint of teasing in his voice. "Right, well I'm gonna go tell Tommy and Maria you're home. They're coming to see you later. Then I'm gonna meet Dina and Jesse." "Be home by 11" Joel yelled after her. "Yeah, yeah" she called over her shoulder.

Joel opened the front door and led you inside with his hand gently placed on the small of your back causing your tummy to react with butterflies. You could get used to him being this attentive. He wraps his strong arms around your waist and leans into your neck placing a gentle kiss there. "Good to have you home sweetheart" he coos into your ear. You wrap your arms over his, lean back into his chest and sigh happily. You suddenly realise home isn't where you live. It's not four walls and a roof; For you home is right here in Joel's arms, safe wanted and loved.

#pedro pascal #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #the last of us imagine #joel miller fic

[sad-ghost-of-garbage]

Ivy Act V

Author: SadGhostofGarbage

David x G/N reader and Michael x G/N reader

Warnings: MDNI! TOXIC relationships, DARK fic, swearing, cheating on a partner, torture, mental manipulation, pet names, David calls himself daddy but like he’s not wrong. Mentions of sex. Reader having insecurities. 

This is the last part of the Ivy series, unless I decide to write the extra stuff floating around  in my head. 

ACT V WINTER 

You’d do anything for him.

“Nervous?” Paul asks as he helps get you ready for the big night. 

“More excited than nervous. Excited for the first part, nervous for the other part.” And it was true you couldn’t contain how excited you were. The night David set up for the two of you was going to be perfect. He promised, and David never breaks promises. “But I am a little nervous. I… I don’t want it to be like, with him.” Paul puts a hand on your shoulder and turns to face him.

“Hey with David it won’t be that way, trust me babe! With Davey it will feel like bliss, take it from someone who’s been there.” With a wink and an eyebrow wiggle he pats your shoulder and finishes helping you get ready.

The air was cold and the wind carried the smell of the ocean with it. The lights twinkled beautifully laid out with precision to light up the beach and set the mood of the ceremony. Walking down onto the beach with Paul guiding you down the aisle. Tears filled your eyes as you saw the beach set up with lights and an arch covered in white flowers. Standing in the middle of the arch was David, his figure imposing against the backdrop of endless ocean and night. But he made your knees wobble and a smile sprout on your face. 

Perfect.

Just like he promised.

Heat flared on your skin and it made you wince, he was watching you. You hated how his gaze made your skin burn, you didn’t like Michael; he made you uncomfortable. There was something there when you looked at him, a feeling you didn’t recognize and it made your skin crawl. You knew something happened that made Michael attack you. He hurt you, you knew that much; David had to comfort you though nightmares of what Michael did to you. But what caused it you couldn’t remember, David had said that Michael had lost control of his thirst and you were the closest human. Your head starts throbbing and you push your thoughts back to your future husband and sire. David could not keep the smug smirk off his face, as if he was the cat that got the cream. Michael looked to be in pain with tears welling in his eyes, David had said that Michael was sorry but you still chose to avoid him at all costs, preferring to stay by David at all times. Not that the blonde minded, anytime you clung to him or hid in his coat he’d accept you with open arms, gentle teasing and a chilling kiss that left you wanting. You wanted nothing more than to be embraced into his cold arms and spend an eternity there. 

“Don’t worry beloved, you will be soon enough. But we have to get through the ceremony first.” Reading your mind he gives you a heart stopping wink he grabs your hands and turns to the officiator. 

He had to watch.

Had to watch as you looked at David as if he was god, with so much love and admiration. While you cringed and recoiled when you looked at him. Michael thought he had known pain, but watching you kiss David and giggle as the blondes hands wandered all over your body was a hell he wished upon no one. David had done monstrous things to punish Michael for seducing you away, and this was part of his eternal sentence; to watch his mate be blood bound to David forever. The wedding was just a show, meant as part of his punishment. Having to sit through a ceremony where you and David would show how much you loved each other. It was David’s way of rubbing his failure in his face, while getting to flaunt you around like a prize. He wanted to be angry and fight against the sadistic bastard, but he couldn’t not after… not after the first part of his punishment. David was his pack's leader, he was the Head Vampire and Michael couldn’t resist him no matter how much he wanted to. And David knew it too, he got off on the pain he was causing him, he wished David would kill him but that would be too merciful. Michael wanted desperately to warn you, to tell you what David did, but he would never get the chance. Once David embraces you into immortality the bond David created would be near impossible to break. 

The wedding was everything and more. David had insisted you wear white, it didn’t matter what, as long as it was white. He said something about staining it red by the end of the night. Paul had helped you pick out the perfect outfit to wear, and helped you fix your hair. The ceremony had you in tears that David graciously wiped away. 

Perfect.

After the official ceremony is over David pulls you into his arms and begins leading you away. Giggling as the vampire carried you away from the party “bridal” style you ask still giggling,

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking my mate away from prying eyes, unless you prefer we ‘consummate’ our love in front of the boys. I know they won’t mind.” Even though you knew he didn’t mean sex hearing him say that made a blush heat your entire face as you went to bury it into his chest. “Hey now kitten, no need to be shy, it’s just us.” Murmuring into his chest,

“You say it like we’re going to have sex.” His laugh reverberated throughout his chest tickling your nose as he gives you a cheeky wink,

“I never said I wasn’t going to fuck you senseless.” Gaping up at him you stutter and try to come up with something to say, but David just laughs as you pout.

“You said I would be too tired to do anything after you em-em… uh changed me.”

“The term is Embrace kitten, the change I provide is exactly that, an embrace of my love remaking you into my childe, giving you immortality.”

“You said I’d be tired.”

“I didn’t say we weren’t going to have sex before I changed you.” Your heartbeat quickens and you feel more nervousness wash over you, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to be physical with David, you definitely did but what if you weren’t good enough for the literal god you married? “Relax beloved, daddy’s going to take care of you. You trust me don’t you?” Without hesitation your nodding, 

of course you trust him.

He’s your everything.

“Good kitty. Now let's truly make you mine.”

Winter was your favorite, there was a time when you were tempted by the summer, but David would be there for eternity to remind you that the cold was comfortable and safe, with winter there was no fear of fire. Winter is your favorite.

Taglist: @britany1997 @henhouse-horrors​ Thank you for the support on this series it means so much to me! Props to anyone who can figure out where the lyrics fit into the story lol!

#The Lost Boys 1987 #the lost boys #the lost boys david #the lost boys david x reader #tlb david #tlb david x reader #the lost boys michael #the lost boys michael x reader #tlb michael #tlb michael x reader #sgog writes

[artzychic27]

More Addams Class Stuff (Mainly quotes, some original and some from the show)

Zoé: It’s the day your entire family gathers around you and judges your worth as a human being!… I hear it’s like Thanksgiving.

—

Mme. Bustier: Demeter, care to explain to me why I caught Marc trying to stab Nathaniel?

Mme. Mendeleiv: Near the heart?

Mme. Bustier: … Yes?

Mme. Mendeleiv: Oh, Marc’s just in love. Once, he told me he wanted to bite his head off like a female spider during mating season.

Mme. Bustier: And you’re not sending him to therapy?

Mme. Mendeleiv: Well, if he gives him a bouquet of roses, we’ll see.

—

Simon: *About Denise* I would die for them. I would kill for them. Either way, what bliss.

—

Simon: When we first met years ago, it was an evening much like this. Magic in the air. An enby.

Denise: A demiboy.

Simon: An open grave. It was my first funeral.

Denise: You were so beautiful. Pale and mysterious. No one even looked at the corpse.

—

Denise and Simon are the Gomez and Morticia of the class

Whenever Denise speaks Spanish, Simon will drop whatever he’s doing and rush to kiss up and down their arm

Simon may or may not have ordered a couples’ coffin for the two of them

Yes, they met at a funeral. When they were nine, Simon snuck out of his room in the dead of night and Denise was just walking through the rain when they came across the service and they found each other

—

Austin T: What if you met someone who would worship and be your eternal love slave?

Jean: I’d pity them.

—

Marinette: *About Zoé* She’s a black widow!

Kim: We are all in the tastefully decorated bedroom… Of a killer!

*Dramatic sting*

Adrien: It is tastefully decorated.

Kim: Eh, it’s okay.

—

Zoé: So, I killed! So, I maimed! So, I slaughtered every girl I’ve been in a relationship with! Don’t I deserve love? And happiness?… And jewelry?!

Reshma: Aw, of course, you do.

*The Science Kids all hug her*

Ismael: Everyone deserves those things, especially the jewelry.

—

Cosette is praying for the day Zoé attempts to kill them. They’re hoping for cyanide poisoning

It’s actually on her bucket list to be offed by a black widow, along with going to the Bermuda Triangle, getting struck by lighting twice, getting bitten by a black mamba, and skydiving without a parachute into shark infested waters

It’ll be hard to kill Cosette though. Its’ organs come out very easily all the time

One time on Valentine’s Day, Cosette left their heart in Zoé’s backpack and in return, got a hatchet to the back. She loves them!

—

Reshma: This day is looking bleak. All joy will be drained from this very room and children will be left in agony for hours on end, praying for Death’s cool hand to save them.

Alya: Was that a prediction?

Reshma: No, exams are today.

—

Nathaniel: *After kissing Marc, he immediately starts coughing* I think something crawled in my mouth!

Marc: Oh, I think that was Eliza. I hope she finished laying her eggs.

Nathaniel: Wh-what?!

Marc: Yeah, she was going to lay them in me this morning, but she seemed a little shy about it. Well, if you feel a sudden weight in your chest, she probably laid them.

—

Nathaniel would be terrified if Marc weren’t so damn beautiful

Nathaniel would die for him, he’d walk across coals for him, he’d take a dagger to the heart, allow Marc to eat his head like a female spider during mating season

In short… Nathaniel’s crazy about him

They met when Nathaniel was sketching one day in a dark corner of the school and Marc was hiding in the shadows, writing Nathaniel’s eulogy

—

Ismael: Mme. Mendeleiev, it was terrible! He killed them!

Mme. Mendeleiev: Caline’s students?

Ismael: The dragon!

Mme. Mendeleiev: What dragon? Who killed a dragon?

Ismael: A knight in shining armor, he killed the dragon.

Mme. Mendeleiev: I can't believe anyone would kill a dragon.

—

Demeter doesn’t really approve of the books Caline has both their students read

They’re filled with unnecessary violence and other terrible things- Children murdering old women, corrupt royals slaying dragons, and strange older men kissing younger women

She’d rather have them read the works of Edgar Allen Poe and maybe a few books by Stephen King

Mireille sometimes accidentally summons one of the ghosts possessing Lacey, and she will just end up wherever Mireille has her seance set

Mireille may or may not be trying to raise an army of the dead to do her bidding… And you can’t prove it, either

After school, the students like to hang out at an old funeral home, which, thankfully still has an intact embalming room

Aurore makes sure to leave a rain cloud pouring over the funeral home 24/7

—

Jean: Austin...

Austin T: Yes, raven?

Jean: Last night, you were unhinged. You were like some desperate howling demon. You frightened me… Do it again.

Austin Tomassian fell for Jean the moment he walked out of a burning building, looking so elegant amongst the screaming crowd trying to escape

He fell again… Literally. He fell into a sinkhole. When Jean walked by, one just opened up out of nowhere

Jean eventually caught feelings when there was an accident in wood shop class and Austin T got cut right in the finger crotch. There was a so much blood, and Jean was smitten that day

—

Mme. Mendeleiev: Class… Why do you hate Zoé?

Reshma: We don’t hate her. We just want to hang out with her.

Simon: Especially her head.

Mme. Mendeleiv: Do you think I like Zoé more than all of you?

Science Kids: Yes.

Mme. Mendeleiev: And do you think that when a new student comes along, one of you has to die?

Science Kids: … Yes.

Ironically, Simon has good dreams at night. He barely gets any sleep because of them

—

M. Monlataing: What are you doing?

Cosette/Ismael: *Hiding makeshift mines behind their bqcks* Nothing!

M. Monlataing: Oh, I don’t think so. *Hands them a bag of explosives* If you want to make a proper mine, use this.

Cosette/Ismael: Thanks, M. Monlataing! *Run off*

M. Monlataing: What are they teaching these kids today? Not knowing the proper methods to make an explosive.

M. Monlataing fully supports the students

And in response, they don’t try do blow him up every day… Only every other day

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #aurore boréale #mireille caquet #Zoé Lee #Jean duparc #mlb au #Addams family #Addams class

[angxlslasher]

“When will the blood begin to race? The sleeping bud bursts into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us?”

Phantom!Vincent x Musical!FemReader

Rating: NSFW (Minors DNI, 18+ Only)

CW: Descriptions of vaginal/oral sex, slight mentions of murder, smut but kinda poetic/tasteful?? I tried

Words: 2.8k

Thunder crackled through the damp, night air, the boom echoing throughout the area. It shook the ground with its fury, and in turn, startled you awake. Your heart hammered in your chest as you reached for the lamp on your bedside table.

Click.

Nothing.

“Just great…” You mumbled under your breath as you tossed the blankets from your legs. The power was out, and since you weren’t fond of the darkness, you decided to light a candle. The soft orange glow filled your room and soothed your racing heart. You sat down at your old vanity and started to comb your hair, sleep having abandoned you for now. Much like someone else had as of late, you thought dejectedly.

You hadn’t seen Vincent in days. Your nightly meetings had come to an end without warning, and all you could do was wonder why. Had you done something wrong? Was your performance not to his satisfaction? The thought alone made your heart sink into your stomach.

Your movements slowed as you looked at your reflection. Your eyes wandered across the expanse of skin from your shoulder to your jaw. If you focused hard enough, you could still feel his touch… As your gaze paused upon your lips, you noticed something odd in the mirror— Since when did you leave the window open behind you? Was that a shadow in the corner?

The flickering flame of the candle was extinguished with a huff, leaving you frozen in the dark. Fear swirled in your gut, and panic rose in your chest, but your limbs refused to move.

“Hello…?” You managed to squeak out, hating the sound of your mousy voice. What was this, a silly slasher film? If someone was in the room with you— with the intent to harm you— you knew better than to expect a response.

Words were not the answer you got, nor were heavy footsteps or the sound of a knife being unsheathed. Instead, you felt the warmth of skin against your bare shoulders. The tension melted away from your muscles as you leaned back into the solid frame behind you. A familiar scent enveloped you and the tender caresses exploring your bare arms coaxed you into a state of relaxation and bliss.

“Vincent…” You sighed as awareness made heat pool in your belly.

Warmth bloomed in his chest at the sound of his name. It was all the confirmation he needed to know he hadn’t made a mistake by seeking you out tonight due to his own selfish weakness. Not being near you for the last week— which felt like an eternity— had taken a toll on his creativity, his attitude, and his will to keep working on the facade of the wax town. Bo had even noticed the change in his brother’s demeanor, and in his lovely way, let him know that he looked like ‘shit’ and was acting like a ‘lovesick puppy’.

Vincent’s fingers crept back up and found your hair, running them through your silky tresses. He was weak, oh, so weak when it came to you. After the last night he’d spent with you, he’d waged a war upon himself. He swore up and down he would leave you be, that he would let you go on to lead a normal, happy life… Even though separating himself from you felt like his soul was being ripped to shreds, and each shred mourned the sound of your voice, the warmth of your skin, the way you’d smile at him as you finished a piece, no doubt searching for his approval.

If only you knew that you always awed him. Every second you gifted him with your presence left his mind in a jumbled mess and his heart melting like the frost of winter giving in to the warmth of spring. You were far too generous for a man like himself. You showed no sign of anger at his intrusion into your room, the very place where one was meant to be vulnerable away from the prying eyes of the world. As you’d dubbed the House of Wax your piece of heaven, Vincent found that your room could be his.

It smelled like you. Fragments of you were upon the walls in the form of posters, even a few sketches that he’d come to recognize as himself. He knew you were musically gifted, as you often reminded him, but you’d never mentioned your artistic abilities with different tools. He didn’t have a single critique for the drawings you’d hung next to your bed— well, perhaps one. Your choice of granting him wings left him unsettled and touched at the same time. He knew he’d done nothing to earn angelic wings, but the idea that you felt he was worthy had something stirring deep within him.

You hadn’t made it easy on him. You continued to visit the House of Wax each night obediently, you played your favorite melodies and sang along. You were a siren, your voice tempting and calling him out of the darkness of his workshop. He would happily drown in the impossible depths of you if you’d allow it. The promise of your presence each night grated on his resolve, but he remained strong! And he would’ve kept on, despite how he ached if it weren’t for four delicate words that fell from your lips before leaving the House of Wax last night.

“I miss you, Vincent.”

Oh, the agony! If you had lingered for a moment longer, he would’ve rushed to you, dropped to his knees at your feet, and devoted his faith to you as if you were a goddess. And as far as he was concerned, you were. Oh, how your heavenliness made him ache to change his ways to bask in your golden glow.

As his fingers combed through your hair now, feeling the gentle weight of you against him, he was certain he had died and gone to heaven. His hands moved back to your shoulders, where he slowly urged you to stand. He felt as if he were the puppet master, and you the obedient marionette within his clutches.

You were breathless as you followed his silent command. As much as you wanted to question where he’d been, why he’d left you all alone, you couldn’t. His hands silenced you as they roamed to the silky bodice of your nightgown, following the shape of your curves as if he were sculpting you. His fingertips dug into your hips and pulled you flush against his back as his lips brushed a kiss to your hairline. At the touch of his lips, you realized he wasn’t wearing his mask. No wonder he blew the candle out. You brought your hands up to his, intertwining your fingers with his and giving them a gentle squeeze as you forced yourself to speak.

“I want you,” Your brazenness surprised the taller man behind you, “Please…”

Oh, how you made him ache! How could he deny his sweet angel when you asked so nicely? Pulling his hands from yours, he spun you around to face him in the darkness. Just this once, he thought, I shall give you one good night.

He scooped you up into his arms, smiling at the soft squeak of surprise he heard as he hugged you close to him. If he could absorb you into his soul, he would. He carried you to your bed and gently set you atop the mattress.

Your mind was reeling and your heart threatened to bust out of the confinement of your ribs as you searched the dark for your Vincent. Your eyes had yet to adjust to the darkness, reminding you of your last night with your angel. How he’d wound you up like a spring, only to vanish into the shadows. What if he decided to leave again? Was he still even with you now?

The mattress shifted near your feet as he joined you. He crawled up the length of your body with fevered kisses. Starting at your ankles and gradually working up to your thighs. His fingers hooked under your knees briefly to spread your legs. You caught your lower lip between your teeth as your fingers curled into the disheveled sheets beneath you. Once again, you were at his whim and you trusted him completely as his fingers crept beneath the fabric of your gown.

He pushed it up to your hips, then up to your ribs to reveal as much of you to him as he could. What a sweet thing you were. Without exchanging words, you’d understood that he wanted your gown out of the way. You sat up and pulled it over your head before tossing it to the floor. Once you’d settled back against the mattress, he explored the expanse of newly exposed skin. His touch travelled from your hips up to your ribs, where he splayed his fingers across them. It was only then he truly realized how much smaller than him you were.

Vincent stilled to drink in the sight of you bared to him, chest heaving with anticipation and skin flushed from your arousal. All for him? He almost felt the need to pinch himself. This was nothing but a dream. It couldn’t be real… He pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs as he crept closer to your sex. Your sighs and shuddering breaths were music to his ears. Once at his desired location, he dragged his tongue up the length of you, tasting the sweetness of your arousal and going mad at the soft mewls he drew out of you. His hands crept back toward your thighs, where he would then guide them to his shoulders.

You were his instrument tonight and he was determined to play with you until he orchestrated his symphony made up of your fevered cries and breathy moans of his name. He pushed to the very edge, then brought you back with the slow, languid movements of his tongue. He savored the crescendo of your orgasms as you curled your fingers into his hair. When you’d tug on his locks, his fingers would dig deeper into your plush thighs. You would bruise, he knew that all too well, and was delighted at the thought of you wearing a sign of his love, a show of his hunger, on your skin. He caged you in with his arms, keeping your hips still enough that he could push you over the edge as many times as he pleased.

Vincent would’ve stayed like this all night if he could. But the music he’d drawn from you with his tongue had driven him mad in his own desire and combined with the taste of you, it left him achingly hard and desperate to be inside you. He released his deathly hold upon your thighs and pulled away long enough to strip his clothes from his body.

You melted into the mattress as you came down from another climax, leaving your mind empty but your heart soaring in the sky. You cooed to your angel, your love, your Vincent as his clothes were tossed to the floor. He was soon back between your legs and pressing himself against you, making you squirm beneath him.

He leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss as he pushed into you slowly. Your eyes screwed shut as you stretched around him. It hurt, but it hurt in such a delicious way as he filled you up. He released you from the kiss so his lips could pepper more to your cheeks, then to your neck as he waited for you to adjust. You admired his patience and his gentleness as his hands found yours, pinning them above your head as his fingers curled with yours.

“M’okay, angel…” You whispered as he buried his face in your neck, his shaky, hot breaths fanning over your bare skin. You lifted your hips and wrapped your legs around him to encourage him to move.

Slowly, he withdrew from you and pushed himself back in, biting back a groan as your heat welcomed him, enveloping him and coaxing him into a steady rhythm. You wished you could wrap your arms around him and pull him as close to your chest as to allow your hearts to fuse together, to beat the same rhythm, to make music together as he made love to you.

Tears rolled down your temples as you squeezed his hands in yours, nuzzling your cheek against his. He shivered into you as his teeth sunk into the soft flesh of your neck, bringing the sweet sound of his name to your lips again.

Vincent, Vincent, Vincent… His name became your mantra as you felt yourself nearing another release. With only a few more thrusts, you were sent over the edge into a sea of pleasure that washed over you from your head to your toes. Your legs tightened around his waist, your toes curled, and you fluttered around him as you rode out your high.

“I love you,” You whimpered into his ear, “I love you, Vincent…”

He groaned into the crook of your neck as his muscles clenched all over, your sweet admissions filling him with euphoria he’d never known. His hips stuttered before he embedded himself deep inside of you, his heat filling you in rushes.

You were both panting, and sweaty, but completely satiated. He pressed lazy kisses up the column of your throat until his lips found yours, where he left a feather-soft kiss as if he feared a harsher touch would cause you to shatter beneath him. He could get used to this, seeing you blissed out beneath him with swollen lips and a lovestruck expression. Your eyes sparkled even in the dark. How could you look at him that way when you’d never seen him, truly seen him? It left him dumbfounded.

“Can I hold you?” You asked so sweetly, your precious voice hoarse.

His body answered before he could even ponder your request. He slowly lowered himself onto you and released your fingers from his. He kept his head tucked in the crook of your neck to be sure you wouldn’t see his unmasked face. But, of course, he should’ve known not to worry about that. You’d never overstepped his boundaries, never dared to question the mask he wore, nor had you tried to sneak a peek at what may be underneath. You were far too sweet to make him feel uncomfortable.

He felt your arms wrap underneath his and hold him in such a gentle loving embrace that he felt his throat tighten. How could you, such a darling thing, treat him so kindly when he was a monster? You had bedded a killer without even realizing and he never once tried to stop you or tell you. He almost felt as if he took advantage of your kindness, even though you’d shown him, told him, even sang how deep your emotions for him were.

He twirled a lock of your hair around his finger lazily as his mind suffered the loss of the afterglow. He didn’t deserve to still be with you, buried so deep within you that you two were one, and he sure as hell never deserved the soothing shapes you rubbed into the skin of his back. Years of tension, knots from lack of sleep or stress, were melting away at your fingertips. He squeezed his eye shut as warmth threatened to spill and reveal his inner turmoil after such a lovely night with you.

“Vincent?” Your whisper pulled him from the dark recesses of his mind. “I… I meant what I said.”

Oh, darling… He knew you did. He wished he could tell you the same.

You felt a barely-there kiss on your skin in response. Smiling to yourself, you held Vincent tighter to you, wishing to bottle this moment up to remember forever. Never had you felt so strongly for anyone before, but here Vincent was, becoming your addiction one kiss at a time. You were certain that not a thing in this world would be able to replace him or come close to the way he had you hooked. He was like a predator, ensnaring you with his gaze, and you couldn’t fight back.

Not that you’d ever want to.

You held on to your angel until your eyelids grew heavy and your breathing slowed. The weight of him on top of you, combined with his warmth and thorough satisfaction, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You faded into a deep sleep with only one thought in your tired, hazy mind.

Please, never leave me, my angel…

“Past the point of no return

The final threshold

The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn

We’ve passed the point of no return.”

#slasher imagines #slasher fanfiction #slasher x you #vincent sinclair

[hellcatinnc]

Day 5 - Herlock Sholmes - Code Realize

So the next man on my list of men I think would make the best husbando's and why is none other than Herlock Sholmes in Code Realize Future Blessings & Wintertide Miracles. He is in the first Code Realize but isn't apart of the love interests in it which was stupid since he was one of the better guys.

His Smile

The way he smiles you can truly know how much happiness you bring to him. He has a special smile that he only shows to you to let you know that you are the only one who can bring eternal bliss to him. His soul and heart are as one as long as he is smiling back at your beautiful face.

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He Will Wait For You No Matter What

Yes this man is a one of a kind he will wait for you no matter how long it takes. His love just grows stronger doesn't fade within that time. He will wait until your ready whether it be to be with him, to marry him, to make sweet love with him, or to even have kids with him. He genuinely would rather wait for you than lose you.

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He Will Fight For You

He will fight for you even to his death because you matter that much to him. No matter if he gets scrapes and bruises wait til you see the other person. Although he doesn't like the idea of having to hurt someone he will gladly do it if it keeps you safe. I think he would go as far as killing someone just for your life to be spared. He is willing to let the world burn around you or die in your arms with you before letting you go or being hurt.

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He Has A Naughty Side

Don't let this man fool you he has a naughty side under all that gentlemanly side. Even in the small things as holding your hand to take a cooking from your fingers. He is the guy that would gladly take your fingers and lick chocolate off your fingers after taking chocolate chip cookies from you. He would do it gently while giving you bedroom eyes letting you know he wants you. He also has no problem letting you know he has a hunger for your body and not being able to touch you for long periods of time will run him crazy. He has an insatiable sex drive and he only wants to use it to the fullest with you.

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Such A Prince

He will never get tired of calling you his princess. He will try to charm you and truly be your prince. The thought of waking you from your slumber every morning with his sweet lips on yours with tasty kisses. He will wake you with the words only sleeping beauty would hear as her prince wakes her from her sleep. He genuinely knows how to be your prince and treat you like his princess forever.

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Sexy As Hell

He knows how to be sexy even when needing lotion put on his delicate white skin when your enjoying a day at the beach. He can be provocative and he doesn't even have to try. With the way he smiles and curls that lip up, closes his eyes and his eye lashes flutter against his skin. His shirt slid down his back just enough to share his shoulders and upper back, he knows exactly what he is doing to run you mad.

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He Gets Jealous

He has a jealous side to him when he hears you talk about other men even if its platonic. He hears others talking about the woman he loves that makes him worry in away but yet he tries to stay calm and trust you will only want him. This doesn't stop him from wanting to push people away from you preferably men in your life.

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He Will Never Let Go & Is Always With You

There is no way he will ever let you go he will be by your side to hold you when your sick, when your drunk, when your lost, and even when you might fall. He will hold you like no man has ever held you before and will love you like no other.

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He Will Pamper You & Take Care Of You Even Help Clean

Although he loves to joke about it and may not always be the greatest at cleaning he still believes past the stereo type that only women have to clean and cook. He is willing even though he may not be the best he is a equal partner. Whenever you cook and clean and take care of him he shows you with love by pampering you on dates, and with pretty things and playing a love song in your name. He has such a romantic side to him and he is ok showing it off for you even if it means making a fool of himself in front of everyone.

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Passionate Kisser

When he touches his soft lips to yours you will know it because he closes his eyes and only his breath will be on your skin. He drinks you in with everything as his lips crash passionately into yours.

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The Way He Blushes

The way his face flushes even when he lets his walls down to propose to the one he loves he shows such cuteness almost like a stutter just to be shy after all this time yet still confesses his love is true.

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There is more I wanted to write about him but sadly tumblr says I posted too many pics now so I can in this post oh well you still get he is amazing.

#anime #otome #shoujo #shoujo anime #gaming #anime challenge #code realize #herlock sholmes code realize #sherlock holmes #husbando challenge #sexy purple haired anime guys #hot detective #purple haired men are hot

[terrence-silver]

(I don't know if you are doing request, but if you aren't then you can skip this if you like, no hard feelings. ) I just finished watching John Carpenter's Vampires, it was fantastic! I loved it!!! I also loved the Lost Boys!! (*me literally simping over a six hundred year old vampire hehehe*). and there isn't alot of Jan valek x reader on here. So I was wondering if you could do a Jan valek x female mate reader, where he comes to see her and see's that she is down and comforts her when she's feeling upset about not being good enough for him. ♡Maybe have a bit of spicy time with her♡ and a fluff ending. (*you don't have to if your not comfortable with it*) 🦇❣️(sorry for this long text)

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-"You are my sunlight."-

He practically purrs, lifting his head from the soft, fragrant crevice of the inside of your spread thighs, having you spent from the hours of pleasure, the act of giving. The sweet nectar on his tongue, sticky and moist. Salty and heated. You said something about your own lack of worth and Jan Valek couldn't quite believe the words coming out of your mouth, neither before he had you nor now, reiterating, once he sees your head turn away from him, sprawled out on the ground as you were, in a state of partial undress and bliss on the plush carpet --- his small human morsel. His finger comes under your chin, having you look at him. This much, you had to understand and he would keep saying it until you did. -"You a r e my sunlight."- He repeats. Firmly. Tenderly. He had no other sun. He has been searching for the Cross of Berziers for longer than generational human memory could recount, to no avail. It always managed to slip out of his grasp, it seemed. The one and only thing that would lift the limitations of his own damnation and allow him and his kindred to walk free under the daylit sky, but now? In this very moment? His sun was you. Funny how that worked. Creatures condemned to hunger and darkness eternal craving the one thing they couldn't have. The one thing that could incinerate and kill them if they came into contact with it. But, where the sun was often cruel and scorching and unforgiving, you were all things precious.

Mild.

Warm.

Everything he coveted.

-"Jan..."- You trail off, still uncertain. His sunshine is uncertain.

How darling his name sounds on your lips.

-"Those are big words. Big declarations."- You manage, whispering, sounding remorseful, voice groggy from the hours of pleasure and moaning he gifted you with, but Jan's heart sinks in his chest, cold, un-beating and still as it was, it sinks. You had this silly notion that you weren't worthy of his love and worship. The god-given blessing of adoration, and in six hundred years of being alive, he has encountered much, but this? This was continuously baffling. How you, in his eyes, the only one of your kind worthy of his mercy couldn't comprehend he's chosen you for a reason. Because you were good. Kind. Someone fundamentally untarnished and pure of soul. -"You're...what you are."- You explain, stuttering, leaning on your elbows, affixing your attire and covering up patches of flesh; so humble and shy even now. He listens, intently, drinking in the words, like drops of bitter, golden honeydew. -"And I'm just a person. I'm still only just me."- You tilt your head apologetically. You brought up these fallacies before. Something or other regarding him being an immortal, a beautiful, powerful creature of the night as you called him, never once realizing he wasn't worthy of you. You were light itself. He was beyond God's own grace. If anyone wasn't worthy, it was him of you. Not being enough? You were a brilliant, twinkling star perched atop of an angel's brow.

Jan comforts you, palm caressing your cheek, tenderly smoothing warm skin.

Glowing, after hours of making love. He murmurs:

-"And how is being someone's sun not enough?"-

#jan valek #vampires #vampires 1998 #john carpenter's vampires #jan valek x reader #jan valek x beloved

[icannot3]

"I Promise"

She was mesmerizing. A drop of fresh air in the otherwise thilthy godamn helpless world around him. She was what had became his sanction, his treasure in the inescapable shit of his surroundings. Life without her had no meaning, he would give anything just to experience the life he had lost that came with her presence.

But she'd left him. When Tate looked in his room, what was once her room, his heart shattered. It was now an empty shell of what it once was with her absence filling the dreary room. When her family moved out, she decided to join them. Many people had come and gone through the antique mansion, realizing the consequence and darkness that followed with living in such a place. Tate had been a product of his environment, a person who couldn't sense the darkness in his own heart. That was, until she became the light that grew very apparant to him after she was gone.

She had found out everything. His regret, his darkest hour and horrible doings. She accepted him with open arms and the promise of a better tomorrow. He changed for her, for the first time in life he almost felt like he could be fixed, forgiven, even loved. But she must have realized that someone as wonderful and kind as her had so much more to do in life than die and be stuck in this hell hole. She left, without a trace. No goodbye, no explanation, and the promise of forever.

He couldn't have expected her not to leave him, why would she have really stayed? Even with this question in mind he couldn't help but be fooled into fantasizing about an eternal bliss with her by his side and mourn what could have been. He'd never felt that way about anyone, anything. Months had passed, where he looked out the window toward the unreachable beyond hoping to see her even just from afar. He was unable to not obsessively think about her arrival that he knew wouldn't come.

This feeling stood corrected. Nine months after her unannounced disappearance, there she was at the door. It was late, well past midnight and freezing outside. A rushing sense of dread and resentment had filled him, the thought of leaving her outside in the cold just so that she could feel a small ounce of the pain he experienced from her abandonment was tempting. But nevertheless, she invited herself in. His heart lurched, he felt so many things that he couldn't describe. When he looked into her eyes the feelings of hatred he'd convinced himself to hold against her almost melted. He longed to touch her, feel her, kiss her lips again like he had craved for what felt longer than an eternity.

"Hey, I know it's been a while." She said, almost jokingly in a sense. He saw no joke in the matter, wanting an explanation immediately. "Hey?" His fists tightened, "What do you mean 'hey', almost a year passes by, and you just come back here? I want a reason." His heart ached more painfully than it ever had in the past, seeing her here in front of him. He wanted to be strong, he really did, but his eyes were already beginning to tear up and the little bit of composure he had was cracking by the second.

"You're right, I should get right to the point. Tate, no words can even begin to describe how sorry I am." She took a small step towards him looking down at his hand. "When my parents said they were moving, I was heartbroken. But I was also scared, scared of this house and what could happen to me."

He snapped. "I could have protected you! You had promised you'd stay. I needed you, and you left me." His breathing labors as he paces back. She followed him, attempting to grab his hand in the process until he noticed and drew away from her. "I know Tate, I was selfish and I have a reason for it. It was more than just my fears of this house, I was scared to get attached to you and have to die. But I already am! I've missed you so much, I've mourned the life we couldn't have where we can both leave this place on a day that isn't Halloween. It's what helped me make this decision."

He scoffed, "It's too late to kill yourself now. I don't want you." She shook her head, crying with him now. "I fear a life without you that I just had more than anything. I hate myself for hurting you, I love you, Tate. More than anything and anyone. I shouldn't have ever left." She was quickly moving toward him now, swiftly pulling him in and placing her head in the crook of his neck for a hug. He couldn't even stop her, moments later pulling her in and sobbing into her shoulder as well. He could smell her. She was a fresh breath of air that he had been craving.

"Please don't leave me again," he gasps, "I love you. He brings his head back to face her, kissing her through the salty tears. His body felt on fire, as if he were granted an addiction he'd been drawn away from. Immediately, the kiss grew more heated, his hands traveling to all of the places he couldn't touch before. Cradling her head with one hand and the small of her back towards her waist with the other. She was taking all of it in, securing her arms tightly around his neck with the same desperation. He lifted her off the ground, legs wrapping around him on instinct. It was just like before, she was in his arms again and he couldn't be happier. He pushes her against the wall, hands both cupping her ass for support. She gasped when his kisses trailed down her neck possessively, running her hands through his hair and giving it a small tug. It wasn't until the late next morning that their activities had finally stopped.

He woke up the next morning, his bare shoulders warmed by the natural light from the window shining upon them contrasting the slight chill. She, in the same nude state, was a glorious and very longed sight to see. He rests his head against her shoulder, cuddling into the warmth. She smiles, taking a deep breath of contempness. Placing a loving kiss on her neck, he gazes at her beautiful face. "Don't kill yourself." Now much more awake, she catches his gaze. "Tate, I want to be with you forever anyways it doesn't really matter if I live."

"I want you to live and stay with me. I want you to die the way nature intends and to be happy here with the choice." He kisses her again, but on the cheek as he props himself up. " And I wouldn't ever let anybody or anything hurt you, not even yourself."

"As you wish. I promise never to leave your side again, dead or alive. I'm staying here, and you're dealing with me." She spoke, smiling up at him so brightly. His hands quickly wrap around her, flipping her over and on top of him. She laughs, fully complying with his silly embrace.

"Good, because now I won't let you"

#tate langdon #tate ahs #ahs murder house #tate langdon fluff #light angst #seggsy

[cursedfortune]

@fallesto​

NOTHING MORE THAN AN INFESTATION OF INSECTS.

Little horrid creatures had entered the gardens once more, a usual thing that happens several times a year, you could hear them from the crashing waves of the ocean, a warning for them to turn back, as the sea tried to reject them from going any further, but did they ever listen? Hardly. They still pushed on ahead and still fought with everything they had within themselves to come here, to not merely view the splendour on offer, but to do what all humans do, devour everything around them and destroy a paradise like this.

He wished for nothing more than peace.

To relax and bask in the warmth of the sun, to enjoy himself and merely exist as they wished, but yet that was far too much to ask for it seems, as the humans have pushed a little bit further and it seemed there were a fair bit of them as well, hardly an issue, but it was frustrating to locate them and witness the damage they have caused, hunt them down and destroy them and leave there bodies out, to merely become part of the forest green they had trampled and cut through to make there way deeper into the island.

To shift and alter from one form to another, one to relax, the other to take life and increase there power to another level to deal with such issues, the problem the humans have come to learn is not allow flowers, appreciate someone coming into there home and killing there siblings and all that was connected to them, to remove a single flower was no different from them killing a human, it was the same in there eyes and he would not listen to anyone tell him otherwise. Life was life and what the humans have come for, was impossible for them to reach, no one lived forever, not without giving up everything they held, to attain it.

“What is there to talk about –” As she sat down, whatever standards humans held, there morals, the codes, there way of life, it was not the same here, everything was more simple, honest, more pure in so many ways, as she made no effort to pull up her robes as she sat down on her knees and would take the cup of water to first pour it over her blonde hair and give her head a shake side to side to clean the blood out of it. “They will grow back –” As she would blow out a sigh, remaining in the sunlight for the time being and not wishing to go into the shade at all, as she soaked her hands next to clean the blood off her fingers from the humans she had ended.

“Humans only know, how to destroy everything that is different, how you have lived as long as you have, is the only reason I granted you passage to come this far and be under my protection.”

As he became she the witch hardly batted an eye, their nudity not a thing unfamiliar to the witch. Human morality meant so little, their stigmas and prejudices a thing she preferred to challenge and break than embrace. It was normal among witches to embrace body positivity in themselves and others. If anything, the witch merely smiled at the familiarity of it all - and, of course, the fact the other creature chose to seat herself across the way.

Mortem favored one side, elbow propped upon her thigh as she observed them prioritizing cleaning the blood off. It was nearly humorous how they seemed eager to cleanse themselves of such sinful blood. Just what was she supposed to do? Disagree with her? As if she didn’t have witch hunters dedicated to seeing her dead or imprisoned for eternity. Of course humans were destructive, but was that not part of what was lovely about them at times? Stagnant peace was so... stale. The undoing mattered just as much as the creating - for what was there to build if nothing was ever destroyed? What a cute perspective this one had, to desire to live in... what? Solitary bliss?

What good was all that power if one never used it?

“Oho?”

A knife-like smile curled upon her lips as she eyed them with a gleam of amusement to her gaze. Wasn’t that sweet, she was under this one’s protection. As if they weren’t really some glorified tour guide now that she made it to the island’s inner sanctum.

“Your, ah, protection is appreciated.” See? The witch could be nice. “Yet it’s almost a shame it’s my longevity that has granted me in this far. Your interest in me just got a bit dull-- isn’t it humans that always seek eternal youth? My, you lot have something in common with them~” For the witch hunters it was because she wasn’t human, for other humans it was the power and longevity she possessed - it would seem these tensen weren’t all that different, then? To look akin to humans, to claim to be so far removed, yet to desire all the same what they wanted as well.

“But I suppose where the reasoning is disappointing I suddenly then become intrigued. If it’s my ability to live so long that interests you, just what does that mean for the tensen?” Her head tilted to one side, plum curls shifting to cascade past her shoulders as she did so. “Are you telling me this immortality of yours is false?” Her voice lowered if only due to some cursed excitement. Because what good was the protection of something that could die?

#fallesto #rps

[gcampbell]

[ JACOB ELORDI] – have you heard about [ GRAYSON CAMPBELL]? [ HE/HIM] lives at the qz. I think they’ve lived there for [ A COUPLE OF DAYS ]. they’re [ TWENTY-SEVEN ] yrs old and seem very [ LOYAL ]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ TEMPERMENTAL ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [ LOOKOUT POST ]. they often daydream about [ THE CRACKLING OF WOOD OVER AN OPEN FIRE PIT ].

FULL NAME: grayson campbell

NICKNAMES: gray, hey asshole (depends on who’s talking to him)

SEXUALITY & PRONOUNS: it's complicated (he&him)

ROMANTIC STATUS: it’s also complicated

BIRTHDAY: april 13th, 1996 (27)

ZODIAC: aries

HOGWARTS HOUSE: gryffindor with slytherin tendencies

PETS: none yet

OCCUPATION: lookout

SIBLINGS: maya campbell (younger sister), tbd (older brother)

PARENTS: deceased

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: none (yet)

MUSE INSPO: COMING SOON

MUSIC INSPO:COMING SOON

BIO:

grayson came into this world packing a punch from day one. he cried so much that the nurses were nervous his little lungs would give out on him, but they never did. the older he grew, he louder his voice became. he has never been shy to express himself and to this day that rings true.

he has two siblings and he loves both dearly. his younger sister is his soft spot, though, and he will do absolutely anything in the world for her. his older brother is also a soft spot...but he's more stubborn and slightly jerky towards him. when the attack happened on their family, and he lost them all, he tried to escape as well but failed. throughout the years he's thought about reuniting with them, wondering how they are, but he's never been able to find a path back to them. yet.

during his time away from his siblings, and after the attack, he was taken by his attackers to train and toughen up. he became part of their camp as a means to survive at first...but slowly he found a little family within them as well. kind of. he took on the 'if you can't beat them, join them' saying to heart but he always kept in the back of his mind that he would one day get his revenge on the people who took his family away from him.

revenge came one day while he was out hunting one on one with the main person who lead the attack on his family that night. he hadn't even planned to do it that day but when they ran into another family, one that had a baby with them, and he heard him say they would come back tonight to surprise them, he knew he needed to taken action. while he may come off as cold hearted, he couldn't let the same thing happen to another family. so, the moment they were alone, without hesitation, grayson pulled the trigger and marked his first killing in the new world. instead of heading back to the camp...he simply walked away from it all.

while living on his own, he met someone who would eventually end up softening his heart just a bit. needless to say, he fell hard to his person. in a world filled with no hope, endless death, he couldn't believe he had found a light. they travelled together for a little bit, surviving off of cans of food here, killing only the infected if possible, and for grayson..life was finally a little better. but, as it usual does, life did not have intentions of letting him live in his blissfulness for too long. one day he woke up to find that his partner had vanished out of thin air, and although he waited for what felt like an eternity to see if they would return, grayson eventually forced himself to pack up and move on.

he came across jackson not too long ago. he's attempting to start fresh and settle into a place to call home, but he's hardheaded and temperamental. he's trying to work on keeping his anger contained so that he doesn't explode on anyone for something stupid because the last thing he wants is to be kicked out of a place he just found. he holds out hope that one day he will run into his siblings again. for the time being he is settling into his newly found home and attempting to be the best lookout he can possibly be for the little town.

connections:

the ex that vanished

someone who is a regular he visits to get patched up

drinking buddies

smoking buddies

friends he made on the road that are now in jackson

and more to come as plots flourish ^.^!

#jackson;intro #tw: death mention #tw: murder mention #sorry this is so late yall!

[carinaestarlight]

songs i associate with redacted boys: DAMN & d(a)emons edition

here's part two of this lil ramble series i'm doing about music and redacted <33 up next is the elemental boys and the assorted demons/daemons! 

i mention kody, vega and regulus but nothing about their actions! and i swear a lot bc kody infuriates me sorry lolol

elementals

huxley: like real people do by hozier

pls this song is so soft and beautiful and i think the underlying meanings about not judging a person and accepting them as they are fit nicely with hux? i think he’s a big comfort for a Lot of us in this fandom (and rightly so i would do anything for him) so the vibes fit him <33 also now that hux and damien are CANON i think this song is especially good for post-inversion, like hux comforting damien, telling him he deserves love even though they couldn’t save everyone PLS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

damien: i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys

a little grungier for the fiery boye! but still soft hehe. i think this song is VERY FITTING for hux and damien (and also for damien/freelancer if thats your thing!) because it’s so full of longing like. damien is Yearning Personified and thats so clear in his confessions, and this song is literally about wanting to be with someone its a match made in heaven tbh. also the lyric ‘let me be your portable heater’ are you KIDDING ME its perfect

lasko: crush by tessa violet

lasko my skrunkly!! this song goes well with the nervous energy you get when you like someone, which lasko Definitely shows in not only his non-canon audios but even his early audios when he just rly wants to be friends with freelancer :(( so cute. this song is full of refreshing and cute vibes that remind me of lasko!

kody: turbulent by waterparks

an angry song for the shitstain elemental <33 as an avid member of the deck kody club this song perfectly represents how i feel (and how i think freelancer could feel) towards him, with bitter sarcastic lyrics and a dnb chorus which makes me feel like fighting a bitch. the bitch is kody. SERIOUSLY FUCK THAT GUY

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gavin: after dark by mr.kitty

sultry, passionate vibes for mr incubus! the instrumental of this song feels pretty sexy and sensual which obviously works for gavin, but then the lyrics are about this love between the singer and the muse, who consoles him and comforts him <33 perfect for gavin and freelancer’s relationship! also the song talks about kissing compared to ‘eternal bliss’ which i think is a cool mirror to gavin always talking about giving freelancer ‘rapture’ hehe

caelum: magic by txt

MY SON ok i see this song as freelancer’s pov about caelum, and it talks about how the muse found them in a dark place and helped them to come back to themselves, which is perfect for these two! only good vibes here. also the allusions to magic are obviously apt for freelancer and caelum, comparing the love to a magic that helped them. while the song is intented to be romantic i think it can definitely be taken as platonic and applied to these two <33 caelum come back i miss you

camelopardalis: make me cry by jacob collier

*chanting* cam cam cam cAM CAM CAM

anyways uhhh this song is peaceful and calm, with an acoustic instrumental and soft vocals that make me feel relaxed, just like cam! the lyrics also talk about lots of positive human interactions and their negative underlying feelings (and vice versa) which goes with cam’s serenity thing, and there’s a line that says ‘gonna make you feel alright, take your dreams, keep them out of sight’ WHICH IS SO PERFECT FOR CAM LIKE,,,, guys i can’t even explain to you just google the lyrics i love jacob collier

avior: as the world caves in by sarah cothran (original by matt maltese)

maybe an obvious choice, but it’s obvious for a reason like. a tragic love song for our tragic slow burn love story <33 and for those of you who like the imperiumverse it goes especially well with the whole end of the world thing that’s going on, like holding the one you love while the meridian breaks down and your realm literally collapses. how romantic /s. lolol anyways i chose the sarah cothran cover just because i like it better, both versions are basically the same so

vega: undisclosed desires by muse

this song is all about the singer unlocking the repressed feelings of the muse, which is SOOO good for vega and warden like. he uses pretty words and his mf amazing voice to manipulate them, especially in his latest audio where he’s trying to get them to accept their demonic traits and such. and i feel like this song could be taken in a manipulative way too! a trippy, layered instrumental and poetic metaphors that draw you in and make you want to give everything to the singer. vega is a guilty pleasure for me can you tell lolol 

regulus: stalker’s tango by autoheart

the yandere anthem for the invisiboi... like fr there isn’t much to say here the song is about the singer stalking his muse and trying to convince them that they are made for one another, that he is all they need, and what is more regulus than that? ‘you’ll never meet another me’ like??? literally written for him next question

ok this got LONG again beaevrikn if you got this far ty for reading my redacted music rambles ily!! mwah

#redacted asmr #redacted huxley #redacted damien #redacted lasko #redacted kody #redacted gavin #redacted caelum #redacted cam #redacted camelopardalis #redacted avior #redacted vega #redacted regulus #redacted invisiboi

[twinprincessparty]

Princess Rein Info from the first and second character detail books!

Translated by the wonderful currytantou on twitter! Thank you very much!

  Loyal to Bright, a girl who dreams; Rein. 

Sunny Kingdom's princess. Always sticks to her twin sister Fine. Like Fine, she dislikes practice which is why they are called "the most un-princess-like princess since the creation of the Wonder Planet". Full of energy and quick to act. 

Since she is also calm so she would take action only after giving it some thought, she always had to stop Fine's reckless act.

She suggested a peaceful solution during the Bo Dragon event and helped link cooperation between Windmill Kingdom and Jewelry Kingdom in a balloon race.

Her judgment brings great results to the people around her.

On the other hand, her eyes are filled with hearts the moment she sees cool people like Bright and Shade. Especially when she starts imagining situations with her beloved Bright, she just stops paying attention to her surroundings and might even go on a rampage. 

While she is interested in adorable and girly things like flowers, she is also fond of scary things.

She held onto her beloved Bright's back while getting on Ruby. Even though she had to look for Fine, it was such a blissful moment for her.

Be careful of charming smiles - pumo! Poomo's Princess Level Check!

Princess Rein's manners are quite commendable and she is also reliable - pumo~ But can't she do something about her being extremely fond of cool boys..? As I thought, she still needs to put more effort - pumo!

Rein's Secrets!

Good at mimicking boys!

She would impersonate Bright's voice with words she wished to hear and then ended up getting embarrassed.

Bad at Sports!

She placed last in the race at the princess party but is good at weird dances.

Puppet came approaching her while saying "Play with me," with a scary expression. 

She understood that they were feeling sad for being thrown away so she gently hugged Puppet.

Calm at scary and suspicious places.

She even loves screaming machines and haunted houses. Full of curiosity, the opposite of Fine the scaredy cat.

Really bad at sports. 

She seems to be getting along well with Mirlo, as both aren't so good with sports such as sprints and bun-eating races.

Proposed cooperation between the two countries as a method of repairing a broken balloon. 

Actually, it was to make Bright and Auler get along.

Detail of Rein

A princess of Sunny Kingdom whose catchphrase is “It’s alright.” 

She is a feminine princess who loves cute things and fashion, but she positively cheered on Altezza who broke down into tears and reprimanded Fine who was going to lose her heart from sadness. She also has a brave spirit, shown when she reached out for Bright who was about to be swallowed by Black Crystal.

She is devoted to Bright, believing that he would surely regain his heart even after he was swallowed by the power of darkness. Just like Fine, she cherishes smiles and possesses a trusting heart. Her heart reached her comrades and that’s how she turned into a perfect Eternal Solar Princess.

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To Bright who will do anything to become a king, she said; “Making others suffer to be a king is unlike Bright that I know!”

She felt discouraged seeing that even her parents were trapped in grief, but was concerned about Fine and comforted her. “We must not cry. If we cry, we lose.”

The thought of the existence of a prince coming to rescue came to mind when she was trapped in the lost garden/garden of illusion. The truth is, she wants to rely on someone.

“We will never give up. So everyone, hang in there and don’t give up. Do not give in to the power of darkness.” They cheered on everyone who seemed to be discouraged by Bright’s overwhelming power. Thus, everyone’s hearts were united as one while Fine and Rein became Eternal Solar Princesses.

Princess Grace told them to cherish happiness and to believe in others. The two believed without questioning Candy’s words to hand over the Grace Stone. As a result, it awakened Candy’s conscience.

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