#they drench me to the point i can't shine

[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

The Scorpio Code | Explained

#because being married to a Scorpio since I was twenty one years old made me always feel alone #explained #happy birthday you fudders #first day Sagittarius #the watery nature of the Scorpio always always always always always always always always always puts my fire out #they drench me to the point i can't shine #their flood of fluid darkness extinguishes my flaming spark #every single time #the Scorpio Code #me and Scorpios just don't get along #sorry not sorry #time spent with a Scorpio ends up making me miserable and terribly unhappy in the long run #twenty-five years of experience to know firsthand personal

[simpjaes]

Jake getting TOO excited when reader asks if they can try fucking raw 😋😋😋😋

wc: 1k warnings: borderline breeding kink, he's more so just pussy drunk rather than being an excited loser, jake goes hard, reader goes dizzy.

"You wanna?"

Jake's eyes widen, and truly he can't help them from shining when he looks at you. They're probably sparkling brighter now than ever before.

For a full year now he's wondered how good you'd feel wrapped around him. So warm and velvety inside against his fingers, but always separated by that thin layer of latex when it comes to his cock.

Condoms meant pleasure, of course, because it means he gets to fuck you but that didn't change the fact that they always came with unwanted flavors, unneeded lubrication, and unnatural scents.

For a full year he's begged. Always with pleas of "I'll pull out baby, please." and "Just the tip, I promise!"

You always said no, and he always moved on like he didn't dream about how good it would feel raw. How sexy it would be to know he's pumping his cum directly into you, slamming it in deeper and deeper until he's spent.

"Really?" His big eyes blink at you dumbfounded, cock already having been hard for the past ten minutes from that immaculate fucking head you just gave him. "Why now?"

You lend him a shrug and a snide smile, glancing up to the ceiling before looking him dead in the eye.

"I dunno." You offer first, lifting on your knees from the floor to lay your head across his legs. You gently blow out, watching the way his raging cock twitches at the sensation. "Been wondering what it feels like to, yknow, feel you cum in me."

"Oh..." He trails off in a moan. "Y-you don't want me to pull out?"

You shake your head playfully in confirmation and instantly you see three more beads of precum leak from his tip in anticipation.

He's asked you for this countless times, and you're a bit shocked in the way he stays leaned on his arms looking down at you like this. You do notice his shaky breaths though, that grip on the sheets, the way his abdomen flexes with each act of hesitance to fuck his hips up against the air falling from your lips.

"Really?" He asks again, this time with his voice cracking and showing the eagerness. "Oh, fuck." He breathes out now, flopping back onto the bed and reaching his hands out for you, as if you grab at you to move up and onto him. "Yes. Fuck yes."

You can't contain the giggles that fall from your throat when you crawl on top of him, anticipating the feeling of it yourself and not truly expecting it to feel much different aside from allowing yourself to see what the hype is about regarding like...you know, dripping cum and all that shit.

And he's silent after that. Nothing but breathy sighs and harsh grips of your hips as he slides you against him. As if he's relishing in the feeling of your raw and open cunt spreading out along the length of him.

He does this for what feels like ages, to the point he makes that familiar face. The one where his eyebrows furrow, hit bottom lip sucks in between his teeth, and he starts to let out little grunting moans.

You force your body back in his grip though, stilling yourself and sitting your clit just against the base of his cock.

"So good-" He moans at the feeling of your slick all over him, never once feeling it against his cock solely because the two of you are normally quite cautious by your request. "Drenching me, baby, fucking sliding it all over me."

He's amazed, really, at how wet you get. No need for lubricant or rubber to help the slide. Oh, no, no, no. He can't wait to feel the heat of it, the pure slick and clenching of it. No barriers, all skin.

He's already babbling too, trying to force you to slide forward again on him, out of breath and near whimpering for you to grind his cock to full release, but you're not budging.

Only now does his excitement fizzle into anxiety, fearing that you've changed your mind.

When he looks at you through those glazed eyes, you can only smile wider though. Lifting up only slightly to line him up with you and immediately sink down on him all in one go.

You moan out in unison, his hands holding your hips yet again only this time holding you down on him. His cock sits dormant inside of you, stretching your walls with each breath and pathetic urge to twitch.

It...does feel different. Not so much that condoms ruin the experience in full but god it feels so much better. You can tell he agrees too, with the way he offers a half-dopey-smile as he holds you down on him. Now intentionally twitching just to feel those same hot-velvet walls hug his cock raw for the first time.

And it's not long after that when you start to bounce, but no. It's not enough this time. Jake wants to fuck you, and so, he fucking does. You go a little lightheaded at the movement, where he knocks you back by the shoulders, cock still plunged deep inside of you, and now pins you down against the bed. You only continue to grow dizzy at the feeling of his lips fluttering all across your chest, collarbone, and neck as he does it. Thrusting harder, deeper, and so much faster than he normally would. As if he can't get enough of you, as if he's seeing red and not yet noticing how your head is hanging half off the bed and you can't keep your eyes open through the sheer force of his cock slamming into you. And he just keeps going. Hips chasing every bit of warmth your pathetic and stretched cunt offers to him and his hungry desire of fucking you empty. To the point you gush all around him, splashing your pretty slick against his balls. Only then, will he let himself fill you right back up. Knowing for a fact that he's not going to be finished with you until you're both well aware that his load is going to be fucked right into that little womb of yours, and you'll never forget the feeling of having so much of it both stuffed inside of you and dripping down those pretty buckled legs.

#enhypen smut #jake smut #jake sim smut #sim jaeyun smut #enhypen hard hours #ask #hardthots

[gnabnahcsgf]

"Sapphic Dick"

Pairing : Bada Lee x fem!reader

c/w : penetrative sex, G!P, very little amount of fluff, Bada has a very big penis (holy shit)

a/n : getting straight to the point after the cut so be ready ehe 😈

sypnosis : You and G!P Bada fuck until you both cum :3

"I adore your tits. They haunt my thoughts when my eyes are shut." Bada murmured against your lips, her voice filled with a raw and almost desperate craving, "And your cunt too; your exquisite, drenched and rosy cunt. My heavenly delight made flesh." Bada breathed. "Did you–" "Keep going." Bada whines, chest heaving and fingers clenching at the sheets. "Keep going please, I wanna feel it." You wrap your legs around Bada's hips, linking her ankles and trying to bring her body closer. "Bada.. Bada please. Please, I need you inside."

The desperation drips from your voice, words wet as you considered begging. You started pleading to Bada that she continue to fuck you despite your unexpected orgasm. "Say my name again, god, please say it." Bada remained unmoved. Just the tip of her penis keeping you open, eyes dark and intense. "Y/N." You visibly shivered when Bada said your name. Bada hunches over, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. "I love you, Y/N." The first thrust is tentative, just a small rocking of her hips. You choked on the feeling, at the painful pleasure of overstimulation, back arching as she tries to take you in deeper.

Your eyes shine with unshed tears as Bada slowly returns to her previous pave, the quick snap of her hips pushing the air out of your lungs in small bursts. "Fuck, it's like you're made for me baby. Taking my cock so well." You would preen at the praise if she was capable of coherent thought, instead, she just whimpers pathetically as you ram into her prostate again and again. "Do you think you can get hard for me sweetheart? Can you come one more time for me?" You immediately shake you head no, your hands came up to cling onto Bada's shoulders.

Your nails leave angry red welts on her skin as you hold on, her penis somehow twitching in interest with the continuous stimulation to her prostate. Everything hurts so good, you feel almost insane with it. "You can do it babygirl, you can be a good girl for me." You scratch at Bada's back harshly, a silent retaliation for Bada's teasing, for creating an ache inside you that want to be good, so much. You can't do anything, but just take it as Bada wrecks you so thoroughly, swooping down to suck a mark onto the scar on your chin.

Moaning out praises as you lay pliant on top of her, face flushed prettily and legs spread. "Hhhnng.." Bada throws her head back when you grab hold of her length, sensitive to your touch. Bada's penis slowly grows full and hard again as you match the pump of her length with her relentless thrusts. "Y/N, I can't, I can't–" you cut off her words with a bruising kiss, licks into Bada's mouth when it obediently drops open, teeth clacking with the lack of coordination. Every is hot, so hot that you feel like you're burning from the inside. Bada is scorching inside you, below you. Her tongue inside your mouth and her long arms wrapped around you.

And somehow she wants more. She wants to dive into it, wants all the heat that you'll give. She wants to be burned alive in the blazing sun of your desire, love and possession. "You're doing so well for me baby, already hard for me again. Come one more time for me love, one more time for me."

Bada gasps as you thumb the head of her penis, finger digging into the slit in that same pleasure-pain. Bada thrusts so hard that you're jolted up in the bed, in danger of banging against the headboard. But it's just a few more thrusts until you're somehow coming for a second time. Your refractory period almost nonexistent as her penis weakly kicks out a few more pitiful strings of cum. The second orgasm had you clenching unconsciously around Bada. You buried you're face into the crook of Bada's neck.

You whimpered as Bada's pumps you full of cum, grinding into you as her own orgasm rattles through her. Bada collapses on top of you, arms giving out as her weight settles over you. Bada lavishes your skin with kisses, kissing gently at the bite on your neck. "I love you," Bada whispers into your skin. "Bada, you're perfect." Bada kisses you on the lips, a little wet as her tongue tangles with yours before she rearranges your legs to make them both comfortable. Bada is heavy inside you, hissing when you twitch and clamp down on her softening penis.

You both lay in silence for a few minutes. You felt safe under Bada's firm weight. You wished that the ecstasy could last forever. That the bliss of you and Bada's time together could blot out of the horror of the afternoon.

#fanfic #fanfiction #bada lee #bada lee fanfic #bada lee x reader #bada lee x y/n #badalee #bada lee smut #smut #Spotify

[luveternals]

paring: Konig x rebel male reader. cw: dystopia AU, friends to enemies to implied lovers(? bruh the 1st draft —sneak peak link— is literally gone, I don't know what happened bewteen that and the 2nd one T^T), war, violence and all that stuff, angst (ya, that's the only thing that didn't change lmao). ~ ~ ~

Should you really? Follow the order? Go through with the mission? Make the Empire pay for all it did? 

The longer you wait for someone to give you an answer, the greater your hesitation grows. Because your brothers are dying, your sisters are crying, your family is losing.

It started raining at some point, droplets growing heavier and angrier the further you move down the alley. You were drenched to the bone when you finally realize it, nose assaulted by the stench of wet, filth and death. It was a trap. And they knew. 

They sent you all out anyway. 

You're alone now, the last — the only one —  of the team still standing. You don't know where anyone else is. Your feet drag against the slippery asphalt, body weighted down but the leaking wound stabbing pain down your leg. The end of your gun scratching against the floor as you stumble forward. 

When you raise your head, you find a man looming at the end of the alley, rifle aimed in your direction. His face is hidden, the rain only adding to the mystery of the veil he's wearing. 

You've lost sensation on one arm and the other shakes with effort as you raise your own rifle. 

“Out of my way.”

He's silent as he watches you, grip steady around his weapon, body a large and unmovable obstacle you know you'll never surpass. 

“Outta my way!” you shout and your voice cuts through the howl of the storm raging around you, “either kill me or leave!”

Instead, he relaxes his stance, lowers his gun and, without any hint of hesitation, removes his head gear. 

Despite the lack of protection on his head, the image that presents itself before you is one of a machine built to fight until his heartbeat is forcefully put to a stop. 

It's not that sight that makes you drop to your knees, but the way he drops his shoulders as if to curl into himself. The way he lets everything he's holding fall to the ground, hands raising to show their palms to you. 

It's the perfect replica of that day. Different weather, alley, clothes on your back. But it's the same exact scene, the same exact veil covering his face, the same worried posture dragging his body down and making him seem smaller. The same indecipherable spark shining in his eyes.

“I can't stop now,” you say, voice nothing more than a whisper. You don't know if he heard but don't have the strength to do anything about it. 

He kneels next to you — you don't know when he managed to come close to begin with — and carefully takes your hands in one of his, other hand already opening his medikit.

Your senses are blinded by pain and you hear him mumble something. It sounds like an apology and it sounds strangely familiar too, as if he actually cares that your hurting despite having met you only once before.

Your adrenaline runs out eventually and the last thing you wonder before blackness takes over is if you'll ever meet your Engel again.

-

The sun is hot against the back of your neck, scalding your skin as you scurry your way through the street. You’ve gathered all you could find on your way to the shelter, but when you look at what you're carrying, it feels too little.

It's never enough anyway.

Angel is the only good thing you’ve got left in this world, and this is your offering to him. An apology for the loss and pain the two of you had been put through.

You were blessed with him keeping his bubbly cuteness and innocent mind despite it all. This offering is a gesture of gratitude for him coming into your life. And finally, a desperate request for him to forever be by your side.

You find him sitting on a low wall near the entrance of the building, head bobbing side to side and little feet kicking under him as he hums to himself.

His eyes are bright when they fall on you and his grin is nothing but blinding. Whatever protest you had about him being alone and so in the open dies with a sputter when he throws himself at you, face smushed into your stomach.

“Can I come with next time, pretty please?” his voice is small pressed against your clothes, and when he looks up his eyes are so big and round, and you know it would physically hurt you to say ‘no’.

-

The soldier kneels beside the little girl, massive hands cupping hers so gently, the weapons he's carrying positioned away from her sight. 

She sniffles and he shushes her, bringing her hands up to encourage her to wipe her tears away. He takes out his medical kit and uses it to clean the scrap on her knee. Once he's done with her little injury, he bring a smile to bloom on her face with a gentle pinch on her cheek and sends her on her way.

He must be feeling the intensity of your stare, because when he raises to his feet, he turns your way and meets your eyes. His attention doesn't drop to the knife spinning between your nimble fingers. He simply raises his arms and tilts his head, shoulders hunched forward and weapon forgotten in its holster. 

You don't have to kill him — your objective is to send the nearby base into a bit of a panic — and despite his massive stature he doesn't seem like a threat (not after what he's done for the little girl). But he saw your face. Or rather, he seems fixated by it. There's a look in his gaze that you're not sure how to decipher, his eyes seem brighter than what they've been a second ago. 

You decide to just get out of here and not look back. 

-

This is a route you’ve become quite familiar with. You know how to keep out of the way, how to mind your own business and not get involved, which turns to take to avoid trouble, which alley to stir clear from to avoid danger.

What your years of going through this part of the city taught you was that bringing a child along requires quite a bit of adjusting to keep safe. And he’s a good boy, he knows when to follow directions without complaint. What you didn’t take into consideration was his curiosity peaking at the thought of this new adventure.

You’d looked away for a second. To make sure you were going the right way.

One single second.

-

There's a wet stain on the page, smearing ink and ruining the paper. You've crumpled and smoothed the letter over and over, read the words until you've imprinted them into the forefront of your mind. Still, today they hit differently. Stronger than the first time you've opened the envelope five years prior. 

You've been assigned to your first official mission since you've joined the rebellion. 

There's never been a chance to turn back on your decision. To undo them and remake them so they turn out right. And this won't be the first time you've gone out of your way to cause trouble to the Empire. The first time you'll hurt someone. Willingly or not. 

It will be the first official action you'll take against power. Openly calling out your desire for disobedience. Destruction. Change. 

You can't undo your decisions now whether you want it or not. 

But it doesn't matter because Angel might have betrayed you by leaving for them but you're still doing this for him, aren't you? 

You blink and when you find the letter in your hands, you wipe your face dry with a hand as you pocket it and take your pistol instead, so you can load it. 

-

He's lost his spark. 

He tries to hide it, chubby little face forced into a straining smile. He winces as the expression pulls at his split lip. 

You hold him close to your chest, whitening grip so tight your muscles ache. You don't let go, instead whisper apologies against the crown of his head. 

“Shouldn't have let you come,” you say again and again. “if the guards had cared at all—”

-

“If the guards had cared at all—”

“Again with this?” Angel went through a growth spurt last summer, sending him to stand taller than you now, despite being younger. Still, he sits on your bed with his shoulders hunched over, hands wringing as he stares at you in exasperation as you stomp around the room. “It's not the guards’ fault. They weren't the only people there that day.” he says, “you can't blame everything on the Empire.”

You flinch at the words and spin to glare at him, “what?”

“I—,” he drops his gaze and does his best to avoid meeting your eyes. You see a frown settle on between his eyebrows and your cursing yourself. 

You sit beside him and gently pull him closer so he can hide his face against your shoulder. “I'm not… I could never be mad at you, mein engel. I'm sorry for snapping. It's just— we were just children when they took everything from us.”

He doesn't answer and just turns his head to press it against your neck. You shift and hide your own face against the crown of his head. The angle is awkward and quite uncomfortable and it forces you to realize how he's not a little boy anymore.  

He mumbles something. It sounds like an apology so you shush him. 

The next morning he's gone, a letter with your name on it the only evidence of him left behind. 

~ ~ ~ a/n: this took an exaggerated over-complicated turn lmao I know it's a little twisty so tell me if it's a hit of miss x3 I'll keep the sneak peek as a reminder draft 1 was kinda good too lol disclaimer: as per usual I don't know bananas about cod or the military. sorry... *sweats*

#story day #konig #x top male reader #call of duty #top male reader #dom male reader #male reader #cod x reader #konig cod #konig x reader #konig call of duty

[loserdiaz]

you'll be okay ( i'm on my way with some time to borrow )

been having kind of a bad day so decided to write some soft emotional hurt/comfort for myself.

Buck buries himself further in the blanket mound. It's not even cold but the weight and the warmth brings at least a little bit of comfort. All his blinds are closed, the loft dark and quiet. Buck doesn't feel like seeing the sun shine, doesn't want to be surrounded by happiness or anything really, he just can't feel it today.

He feels drained, even if he hasn't gotten out of bed since he woke up. Something aches deep inside of him, a strange feeling tightening around his heart and making it hard to breath, a pain he can't quite unfold.

His phone rings but Buck can't bring himself to reach out and answer it. It repeats a couple of times, the annoying song playing over and over again until it stops and then it starts all over again. Ten minutes later it stops all together, whoever was calling apparently giving up. He didn't have a shift so it probably wasn't urgent anyway, maybe Maddie needing a last minute babysitter or something— and while Buck adores his niece with his whole body, heart and soul, he just doesn't have it in him today.

Buck sighs and closes his eyes, a few tears slipping and sliding down his cheeks. Today is just— a bad day.

He's not sure how much time it passes with just him laying there, sometimes crying, sometimes slipping half into unconsciousness. Maybe it's a couple of hours later— or perhaps just minutes, he can't be sure— when he hears the door opening and closing. Seconds later, his boyfriend's familiar voice calling out for him.

"Buck? Baby?" Buck hears Eddie's climbing the stairs and soon enough there's hands running along his messy curls and his forehead. "Hey. You weren't answering your phone and I got worried." Eddie whispers, not judging or mad, just concerned. His tone so soft and loving that it makes Buck ache even more.

He doesn't deserve someone as understanding and as good as Eddie.

Buck wants to smile, to reassure his boyfriend. He wants to lean into Eddie's touch like he usually would do. But that strange ache burns in his chest like a wildfire destroying any sign of life in its wake, and he can't fake a smile. He's exhausted, even the smallest gesture feels like too much.

"'M 'orry." He whispers, practically slurring the words all together, after a few seconds. His voice raspy and low. "I just— you should go. 'M not feelin' good."

"You want me to go? You're not in pain, you don't have a fever, right?" Eddie keeps his tone soft, his hands keep caressing Buck's face, his cheeks..

"No. 'M just... dunno." Buck shrugs and buries himself more into the blankets. He can't describe the feeling, can't explain exactly why he suddenly feels so hollow inside, even though he has everything he could ever want or need.

Maybe it's the couple of rough calls they had last week catching up to him, maybe it's his parents' visit last month that left him so he incredibly drained and sad that it's coming back to bite him in the ass. Maybe it's a combination of those things or maybe it's none of those things at all. Buck really doesn't know, which only makes it worse.

Eddie should walk away. He should get up and leave. Because what would be the point in staying? Buck is broken, overdramatic and drenched in his pain. Eddie doesn't need that.

But it's like Eddie reads his mind, the man pulling away enough to take his shoes off and get back on bed, next to Buck. "I can stay here. I'm not going anywhere if you don't want me to." Eddie murmurs softly, lips brushing against Buck's temple. "We don't have to talk or do anything. We can just lie here. Yeah, baby?"

"'Kay." Buck answers, voice small and trembling.

"I love you." Eddie says after a beat, the gentleness and tenderness of the words wiggling their way into the blanket pile and twisting their way into Buck's heart, smoothing the jaded edges just a little bit.

It doesn’t make the heavy feeling in his chest go away. But it eases the ache into something dull, into something more manageable.

Eddie wraps his arms around Buck's waist, presses his lips to his cheeks, to the corner of his lips, to his forehead— to every inch of exposed skin that he can reach. As if he were trying to kiss all of Buck's pain and feelings of inadequacy away. "You'll be okay. We'll be okay."

Eddie whispers sweet nothings, his hands brushing through his curls and playing gently with his hair. It's comforting in a way Buck didn't know he needed— or more like, in a way he didn't know how to ask for.

"I love you. It'll be okay." Eddie says and Buck latches onto those words, holds tight. This feeling will go away, and Buck will be okay. The one thing that isn't going anywhere is Eddie, Buck knows that for sure. Even if he doesn't think he deserves it, even if he believes Eddie could do better— the man loves him anyway, and he chooses to stay.

Buck doesn't think he will ever understand why, but he won't ever take that for granted.

He holds on. Tomorrow will be better.

But for now, he lets himself drift away as Eddie quietly traces his fingertips over Buck's shoulders and back.

For now, Eddie soothes the ache inside of him enough to let him breathe.

They'll be okay. They have each other's backs.

#sorry if there's any typos #i wrote this in one sitting and didn't even reread it so #i just needed some comfort #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #buddie #911onabc #911 on fox #buddie fic #911 fic #911 ficlet #911 drabble #drabble #buddie drabble #buddie ficlet #my writing #april writes

[airgiodslv]

how about something inspired by the wing outfit? for @arewedoneyet

It's nearly sunset when the man in the military uniform comes down from the house.

You think later that he's been watching you for a while. Longer than a day, even. He stops beneath your tree and puts his hands on his hips, looking up at where you perch in the high branches.

"You're one of his," he says. "Sunshine's. I can tell."

"How?" you ask. You're curious about everything. Your voice is a hoarse croak you can't remember hearing before.

His smile is grim. "Because Sunshine likes to play god, but he isn’t one. Everything he creates comes back a little bit wrong."

You bristle and hunch your back, so your feathers puff up to make you look larger.

"Has he named you yet?" he asks. You don't reply, afraid of your own rough voice. He smiles again and says, "Then I'll call you Icarus."

There’s a boy sleeping under a tree near yours. You call down to him a few times, but he doesn’t wake. There are cuts on his hands and face. They’re the only parts of him that are still exposed. Flowers and vines have covered the rest of him.

You hope he’s only asleep.

You’ve been watching the distant house with interest. A truck came to make a delivery. There was a wooden box inside like a coffin.

The man in the uniform comes back after a few days. When he reaches the sleeping boy’s tree, you shout a warning.

He shakes his head and stands under your tree to look up at you again. “I’m not going to hurt him. He’s one of Rain’s, and I don’t have any quarrel with Rain. My fight is with Sunshine.”

“Why?” you rasp.

“I believe in science and progress. Sometimes that means experimentation, but not the way Sunshine does it. Sometimes it means war.”

He looks back at the house, or maybe at the barn, where the men in the truck took the coffin.

“I have to go. I have a shuttle to catch. Up there, to the stars.” He points toward the sky, then offers you a mocking salute. “I’ll see you when you learn to fly, Icarus.”

There’s another man at the house now. He’s warm and brown from the sun. He comes out sometimes to chop wood and ride down the dirt road. Dust rises up in clouds behind his horse, like the plumes of steam you saw on the horizon when the rocket launched.

He plants seeds for crops and new trees. He kneels by the sleeping boy’s tree to plant new flowers around him. The sleeping boy still hasn’t woken. You can barely see him now, hidden behind the blooms.

In the early morning, you’re woken from a doze by an impact that jars you all the way to your bones. The man stands at the trunk of your tree. He yanks his axe out of the wood and hefts it to swing again.

You scream at him, rough and panicked. He startles, gripping the axe in both hands and taking a step back. When he sees you restlessly shifting your weight and rustling the leaves, he relaxes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there. My wife asked me to cut down this tree for firewood. She must not have known you were here.”

You’ve seen the curtains move upstairs in the house. You’ve felt eyes watching you, just as you watch the house.

You think she knew you were here.

There’s been a long drought, but clouds finally gather, rolling in from where you saw the rocket launch. The sky opens and rain pours down.

You shake out your feathers and hunch under the canopy to wait out the storm. It rains into the night, drenching you and the trees alike, all the way until dawn.

When the sun rises and the sky clears, the sleeping boy under the tree is gone.

A man with shining hair and bright, dark eyes dances through the moonlight to your tree. His movements are graceful one moment and disjointed the next, skipping and spinning between the trees until he faces you with a wide smile.

“Come down, come down,” he croons. His fingers curl slowly in the air, beckoning. “Have you learned to fly yet, little bird?”

It’s the first time you’ve left the tree. You descend, clumsily at first, gaining confidence by the time your feet touch the ground. You tuck your head to preen.

“Have you met him?” he asks. “Does he know everything you are?”

“He called me Icarus,” you say.

Sunshine laughs and reaches out for you with both hands. He cups your face to gaze at you. His lips are cool when he tastes you. His tongue curls the way his fingers had, teasing.

“We’ll see about that,” he sings. “We’ll see who falls from the sky: his planes and shuttles and war machines, or you. We’ll see who flies.”

The men come again with the truck. They take away the man who plants seeds. He fights them, but not well. He moves like you do, like Sunshine had, tentative and newborn.

There are no more new trees, no more flowers. The house is very quiet.

“Why?” you growl when the man in the uniform finally returns. You have too many questions to fit them into more than that one word.

He gazes up at you for a long time before answering. “Because the experiment was over. Because two of you in one place are dangerous. Because it was time.”

There’s a glass with brown liquid in the man’s hand. He takes a long drink. You don’t think it was his first one.

“Because Sunshine made you for a reason,” he says finally. “And I believe it was to destroy me.”

#writing #ficlet #jeffcest #jeff satur cinematic universe #howl's moving castle au #if you squint

[civilight-eterna]

Can I request Leizi/Blaze with some heavy bondage, intense E-stim and maybe some latex? Electric powers and a strong cat who can take some punishment sound like a fun combo

anon i honestly fucking love you for this request how in the FUCK did you just stumble into some of my top kinks and with this ship to boot AAA

this got so filthy. lmao.

...

She's so fucking beautiful.

Blaze's head is completely empty save for this solitary thought as Leizi closes the distance between them with her stern, pretty scowl, her steely blue eyes shining with a dangerous light, the slight wispy movements of her hair fluttering with live static. It's the worst state to be in when she needs every available faculty to prepare for whatever Leizi does to her next.

Whatever preparation she might be able to mentally make is the extent of it; she can't move the rest of her body. All she can do is prop her cheek against the pillow and point her adoring, breathless expression at her mistress-just the way Leizi likes. The Yanese silk ropes that lace and criss-cross through her forearms and behind her back are meticulously tied, as lovely as they are unyielding.

Just like her, Blaze thinks.

She feels Leizi's weight behind her on the bed, her small, slender hands easing beneath either one of Blaze's hips and guiding them up until she's on her knees.

When they started doing this, Blaze knew that neither of them thought it would become so frequent a form of stress relief-but curiously, Leizi never failed to innovate on their formulas. Blaze had definitely not imagined herself 'behaving well', as Leizi liked to put it, but the way that any of her most gentle of touches could so suddenly be suffused with a healthy spark sinking deep into flesh had a way of keeping her obedient that couldn't be replicated by anyone else.

The only off-limits place that Leizi insisted upon not sending a current through was anywhere at or above her bust line-too dangerous, she insisted, and to be certain that Blaze's pacemaker was not at risk, Leizi had her wear a tailor-made black latex top to every session: it fully covered her chest, arms, and the perimeter of her throat.

"I heard you were out of control on the mission today." Leizi casually slots herself behind Blaze, her tone even, but Blaze knows better.

Blaze knows she's in trouble.

"It...worked out though!" Blaze offers cheerfully, "You're always asking us to handle things efficiently, right? What can I say...? I really take all your advice to h-"

Blaze lurches forward with a choked cry as white-hot electricity courses through Leizi's fingers on their drag up the back of her thighs. Anything clever she'd meant to say promptly falls out of her head.

"I missed you." Even without looking, Blaze can tell Leizi is scowling, trying to put on her usual, brave face. "What did you expect me to do if something happened to you?"

"But something's always happening. You know I'd never leave you waiting if I could help it."

"'If you could help it', huh?" Leizi murmurs thoughtfully as she strokes Blaze's underwear down the back of her bare legs. "What if you couldn't? What if you just, couldn't help yourself?"

Her fingers rake apart the flesh of Blaze's rear end, exposing her, and from deep in her palms comes a buzzing dull hum of electricity.

"-Aah, fuck-" Blaze moans, her mouth halfway obscured against the pillow, "-fuck fuck fuck please-"

"Maybe I want that. Maybe I just want you to work with what you're given?" She shifts her hips, and Blaze can feel the silicone weight between Leizi's legs and beneath her skirt, sliding along her drenched slit, parting her lower lips and teasing the length of it along.

"Leizi-" Blaze whines, her hips straining against hers. She can't move an inch, and Leizi's just...stroking her. More than once Blaze thinks she's going to finally slip inside, she's certainly soaked enough for it to be a possibility, but then she stops and sends another current of electricity through her ass instead that makes her eyes roll back.

"Can you do that for me?" Leizi finally begins easing the tip of her strap into her, guiding it with her free hand to stretch down where Blaze will feel it the most, "Can you handle this like a big girl?"

"Yes, god, yes, please-!" Blaze blurts, her voice cutting out into a split cry of agonized euphoria as Leizi slides forward deep, bottoming out into her to the hilt. "Aaah-" Blaze can barely put a word together as Leizi works the length of it slowly out, then sends it back in in its entirety with a quick pump of her hips, again and again.

Leizi must be really pissed; she seats a faster pace, and the aftershocks of each thrust become something a little more literal in nature as a fresh current of electricity races up and down the front and back of her thighs, crawls through her feet, and pulses through the front of her abdomen on every pump.

"C-Cumming, fuck, fuck-" Blaze gasps through chattering teeth, and Leizi wrenches a hand into her hair-

"In my lap-" Leizi positions herself under Blaze, "-right now."

Frustrated, Blaze bends herself into place, slides herself down to bounce on it, whining all the while. She's a mess, her skin hot, her hair plastered to the sheen of sweat forming at her low back, and her arms ache behind her as Leizi grabs the ropes and helps her ride, but she's too wound up to negotiate for anything faster.

The only surprise is when Leizi's free hand slides over the smooth latex covering her chest, dimpling the shiny material as she fills her fingers with Blaze's left breast.

"If it were up, to me-" Leizi pants as her mouth hovers closer to Blaze's ear, "-if I could, hold your life in my hand..." Something about her voice changes here, like she's actually asking permission, "...may I?"

"Y-Yes-" Blaze wheezes, still bouncing, and Leizi's fingers contort tighter, static coursing through Blaze's chest.

Her pacemaker shorts out and the absence of its sensation as her heartbeat slips into freefall-arrhythmia is dizzying.

Then, steadily-

Her heart throbs under Leizi's hand, responding to each little wave.

"I know your pulse by now. Every vibration, how it feels when it speeds up, when it slows down..." Leizi's chest is pressing hard into her back-she lets out a whimper, and Blaze realizes she's not just manipulating her heartbeat, but her own as well, syncing them.

"L-Leizi, please-please just-!"

"Yes-" Leizi squeezes closer, "-let's."

Leizi forces a current through Blaze's pacemaker to return it to its functional state before collapsing over the top of her to finish pounding her full back down into the mattress.

"H-Holy, holyfuckingshit-" Blaze pants, squirming through their shared climax with a scream as Leizi pushes her over the edge.

It leaks down her inner thighs, warm and obscene, and Blaze feels so pleasantly full that she can't even support herself on her knees anymore. She catches her breath as Leizi begins to untie her and massage where the ropes had dug in.

"I'll get you water. Did I go too far...? I just-you're too reckless-! You should really keep in mind that you're risking far more than just your own well-being when you're on the battlefield, no matter how self-assured you are-"

Leizi is flustered, and Blaze gets it. She kind of broke her own cardinal rule. With express permission, but still.

Time for aftercare with a lecture.

"You didn't do anything I didn't want. You know I'm not exactly a pushover. Guess it was a little shocking though-"

"Shut up-"

Blaze grins her usual, affable, handsome smile up at Leizi, and she sighs loudly before leaning down for a kiss. Blaze wraps her arms around her, into her wealth of blonde hair, and feels their heartbeats join once more.

#arknights #blaze (arknights) #leizi (arknights) #nsft #requests #my writing #tbh these kinks...tyvm i REALLY mean it when i say have a fantastic prosperous life #otp: the person who complains most often about her work ethic

[itsuki-minamy]

"K - RETURN OF KINGS" (Novel)

CHAPTER 9: NEKO'S DREAM (Part 3)

* List of Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

"What are you going to do?"

Actually, no such voice was heard.

However, the gazes that were directed from everywhere said so. Curiosity, animosity. The reason why they were so obvious was not because Kuro's senses were particularly good, but because the people looking at him didn't know how to hide their feelings.

"You can't be stupid!"

"Photos, photos. Even information alone will earn you points!"

He took a deep breath.

It wasn't even a problem and he didn't attack. He could have thrown it away, but he didn't like to take advantage of a reluctant enemy. "Jungle" is definitely his enemy. He doesn't know what to do with the photos, but he can't let them serve as a "mission."

His body submerged for a moment and Kuro jumped high.

From railings to streetlights, kicking over traffic lights and signs, moving in a zigzag trajectory. It was a very slight distraction that a normal psychic could detect, but there was a scream from behind.

"Ah, he ran away!"

"Damn, I couldn't take a photo!"

After all, "Jungle" is that kind of group of people.

Humans who can't even be called psychic to the extent that ordinary people have grown hair. He can't even fight a decent battle, and if he ever gets into that kind of situation, he'll run away as fast as he can. Originally, they were not Kuro's enemies.

He thinks that's why it's so troublesome.

They are not combatants. These are the countless eyes and ears of "Jungle". There's no point in destroying it, but if you leave it alone, it will deal damage. Kuro couldn't even imagine how Hisui Nagare, the core and brain of "Jungle", would handle the information he received from his eyes and ears.

This is happening more and more every day. Neither "Scepter 4" nor "Homura" were able to capture "Jungle". It's only natural that there hasn't been any movement since the decisive battle a month ago...

At that moment, an explosion sounded nearby.

Kuro took a deep breath and immediately went into a fighting stance. While he was holding a shopping bag, he placed his hand on the sword at his waist. In front of his gaze was a man with an unearthly light that seemed to have caused the explosion.

But...

"Oh, it's not me!"

The man was completely confused. Pushed by the surrounding gazes, he took a few steps back and put his hand on the fire hydrant. Then, the red light shining on his hand moved towards the fire hydrant, and in the next instant, the fire hydrant exploded, spraying a large amount of water.

"Kyaaaa!"

A passing woman reached out her hand to block the fall of water. And this time, a blue light inhabited her hand, creating a distorted shield. The shield barely repelled the water, but its distorted shape spread the water over a wider area, drenching even more people.

"Wow?! What the hell is this?!"

"Ah, that guy! He's a psychic!"

Anxiety and fear created chaos that spread like an epidemic. It was as if he could see it in Kuro's eyes.

"What?!"

With the shopping bags still in hand, Kuro ran outside to clear up the confusion. There is no way that they, who until just now were ordinary people, knew how to calm down and control their supernatural powers.

Cursing Hisui Nagare in his heart, wondering if that was his purpose to unnecessarily sow confusion, Kuro extended his hand towards the people who had become makeshift Strains.

Overhead, the announcer from the street television was announcing with a serious expression.

"Next is the news about the incidents involving supernatural powers that are rapidly increasing across the country!"

++++++++++

"Since the beginning of the year, the Cabinet has introduced a special emergency bill for countermeasures at the national administrative level in response to incidents involving singular abilities that have been occurring frequently throughout the Kanto region."

Underground temple, "Secret Base".

Hisui Nagare continued his work while listening to the voices of the news echoing through the six mat room.

In the same room, the executives of "Jungle" met. Sukuna was enjoying the game as always and Mishakuji was doing strange poses one after another on the yoga mat. And Iwafune was slowly drinking beer while he was watching the news on TV.

"Oh, the "Slate" test is going well, isn't it? Old Kokujoji's information control doesn't work anymore."

"Yes, everything is going well!"

Nagare stopped working and looked at Iwafune.

"Yes, the number of people receiving special powers from the "Dresden Slate" is increasing. It's working well."

Mishakuji muttered in ecstasy as he moved into the "pigeon pose" on the mat.

"Fufufu. A new age is coming where everyone will shine with their own individuality. A chaotic jungle age full of life. A paradise for the fittest."

"Paradise. Isn't that what people call "hell"?"

Iwafune laughed as he said that, but Nagare didn't let it slip that there was a cold, hollow feeling in his voice.

Iwafune is his ally. There is no doubt about that. However, if he were to ask if Iwafune affirmed everything Nagare wanted in the world, it would not.

Sukuna, who was still lying down, shot teasing words at him.

"Hm, what's wrong? Are you scared old man?"

"Old man, old man! You coward!"

Iwafune didn't resist and shrugged slightly.

"Not that I have any complaints. The hell I can see is a little better than the hell I can't see. That's my choice."

Iwafune lied and started drinking beer again, while Nagare operated the device in his wheelchair. A window appeared in the air behind him and a real-time image of the "Slate" was displayed.

"Currently, about 40% of the unlocking of the "Slate" has progressed. As a result, the people who become Strains are constantly increasing. There are probably some who have managed to control their powers and are cleverly hiding their supernatural powers, so that the actual number is much higher than the data. It doesn't seem to be directly proportional to the progress of the opening and the awakening of the supernatural powers."

Added various screens to the "Slate" of the video. Display of seals, mostly gold and some blue.

"The special protection that the "Golden King" had over the "Slate was about to be released naturally. The "Blue King" reinforced that. As expected, he governs the "order" and precisely separates the supernatural powers surrounding the "Slate". But that will soon be fixed."

"If that happens, all 7 billion humans will become kings."

Nagare nodded to Mishakuji, who smiled in "bow stance".

"Affirmative. In order to make the arrival of the next era faster and safer, we have also issued a series of special missions for "Jungle" players."

The image in the window changed and an electronic map of Tokyo was displayed. The "Jungle" seal, which indicates the mission in progress, continues to move slowly.

After hearing about the mission, Sukuna stood up. He looked at the map skeptically and muttered to himself.

"Is that the "starter plan"?"

"Capture and scout newborn Strains, monitor and restrain other clans, and lay the groundwork for our future movements."

"Hmph, don't bother."

The reason why Sukuna pouted was probably because he wasn't involved in the "Boot Plan". Maybe he didn't like the fact that he didn't have the opportunity to participate in a mission that seemed interesting.

Mishakuji scolded Sukuna as he took the "Hero Pose".

"Delicious food requires preparation, Sukuna-chan."

"A moment ago you said: "Survival of the fittest". Winner takes all, right? Eat or be eaten?"

Sukuna manipulated the PDA into calling a certain news site. The person reflected there is none other than Mishakuji Yukari. Wearing an elegant suit, he smiled as if he were spinning on a potter's wheel.

"What the hell is this?! Why are you interviewing me without permission?!"

Sukuna looked at him and expressed his own impressions of him.

"It says here: "Beautiful CEO, Mishakuji Yukari. Member of "Jungle", which stretches into the future." Hey, you said something big."

"Oh, it's a cheap camera, but it looks pretty good. Let's spread it later."

"Hey, Nagare! Are you alright?"

Sukuna seemed to realize that he couldn't understand it and pointed at Nagare in a fit of anger. Nagare responded with an inorganic expression.

"Since the "boot plan" is a plan for us to make public, there is no problem in being exposed to the media. The method of exposure is entirely up to Yukari."

Mishakuji said confidently as he moved into the "Standing Tree Pose".

"In a group, something called a "flower" is necessary. That's right, the "flower" is me. With that, they will unite like bees attracted to honey."

"Don't say the same as the interview written here! Damn, the King of "Jungle" is Nagare! You're just a decoration!"

"I can't go to the "front" yet. If I make my whereabouts clear, it might invite other clans to intervene."

"Boot Plan" is a great mission to advance "Jungle" to the front. Since it was a plan to advance to the "table", a person was needed to be the representative. Nagare for the right reasons, Iwafune because of his personal beliefs and Sukuna because he is a boy, the white arrow was Mishakuji. That could be the reason why Sukuna was irritated.

However, Sukuna was right. In other words, it is a standing position, like a panda attracting customers, a clown. He was a little worried that it would go against Mishakuji's aesthetics.

"The decoration is not good. If it is a role that draws people's attention by beautifully decorating the whole body, I would appreciate it."

Surprisingly, Mishakuji was quite enthusiastic. Even if he is a clown, it might be a treat for him if he gets a lot of attention.

"I also really like the CEO position. There are many unique people among the VIPs in various fields, and various seeds are sprouting among the clan members."

As Mishakuji murmured in delight, the marker on the electronic map made a sound in response. A mission accomplished report. A great mission of 3000JP. What is shown there is a picture of a suspicious person wearing a black mask.

Iwafune reacted while he drank beer.

"Oh? Is this the ninja girl you mentioned?"

"That's right, Douhan Hirasaka. During the first attack on Mihashira Tower in October, she was captured by "Scepter 4" and lost a lot of points, but in the last month she regained points and returned to U-Rank."

"As expected of Douhan-chan. But she seems like she has recently become a good person."

It was a glamorous way of speaking that seemed to be typical of Mishakuji, but it was somewhat deceptive. Nagare tampered with the device and summoned a new person.

Iwafune put down the beer can and widened his eyes in surprise.

"Oh, this guy is..."

"It is rumored that he is a new face."

"Wow! News, new face!"

Everyone was staring at the person. He has a listless look and for some reason holds a knife in his mouth. It can be said that he is the person who is currently attracting the most attention within "Jungle". After all, his predecessor is his predecessor.

"Fushimi Saruhiko. Former number 3 of "Scepter 4". He has also rapidly increased his points since a month ago and has risen to U-Rank immediately."

"I know. This guy is a bounty boss."

Sukuna crossed her arms with a dangerous smile. Nagare, who understood what he was thinking, immediately stabbed him.

"Right now, the bounty on Fushimi Saruhiko has been suspended. I won't stop you if you want to fight, but I wouldn't recommend it. He is a promising player."

"Hmm."

Sukuna snorted and turned to the side. Iwafune asked as he stroked his beard.

"I for one am curious about the old "Scepter 4". If you think about it normally, he might be a secret agent, right?"

"Of course, we have the highest level of surveillance on him. However, no evidence of his contact with "Scepter 4" was found on any network. For now, we can only consider him as a target."

"Hmm, isn't it that kind of thing?"

The Fushimi icon made a sound signaling that the mission was accomplished. Seeing that point, Iwafune raised his voice.

"Hey, he has over 90,000 points!"

"It's not a point that can be earned in about a month. There's a chance some kind of trick will be used. It's fun."

"Hey, is that a trap?"

Sukuna clucked and Nagare quoted from the data Hirasaka sent the other day.

"According to him, it's not a trap, it's a glitch. If there's a hole, use "Jungle". I agree."

"......"

Sukuna's disgust grew stronger. But unfortunately, there was no adult there to calm him down. Mishakuji said happily as he gradually turned his body into "Hero Pose 2".

"If he completes the next big mission, he might even go up to J-Rank."

"Very likely. I have high hopes."

"Wow. This room is getting a bit lively."

The elders said what they wanted and Sukuna stood up as if he had been frustrated.

"Hmph, this is always not a big deal."

"Oh? Where are you going, Sukuna?"

"I'll catch some small fish."

Saying that, Sukuna headed towards the exit. Mishakuji cast a mocking voice behind him.

"OMG, a newcomer caught me and I got nervous~♪"

"Hey!"

Is it a sign from the stars that they looked at it? Sukuna, who must have realized that, didn't say anything else and left the room with wild steps.

Nagare bowed his head.

"I have a question. Why is Sukuna angry? An increase in our combat strength should be a joyous thing for us."

Iwafune laughed out loud, but did not answer the question. Instead, he fixed his gaze on Mishakuji.

"Yukari-chan, don't have fun and provoke the child. You are mean."

"Even if it's bad, it's love."

Smiling charmingly, Mishakuji made a heart symbol with his hand and, seeing that, Nagare bowed his head again.

++++++++++

"I am at home now."

When he opened the door to his room in the student dormitory, two voices greeted him at the same time.

"Welcome home~"

"Sorry to bother you."

One voice belongs to Isana Yashiro, who is a roommate. And then, the owner of the other voice left the room. Kukuri Yukizome. A common friend of Kuro, Shiro, and Neko. The smile she had on her face turned into a surprised face when she saw Kuro drenched.

"What? Is it raining outside? Towel, towel..."

Saying that, she retreated to the bathroom and threw down the bath towel. With a wry smile, Kuro accepted it gratefully.

"No... today I also had some problems with supernatural beings in the city."

Saying that, as he dried his hair, Kukuri frowned painfully.

"Oh, yes, there's a big ruckus here and there. I know, it's pretty scary when you first see it."

Kukuri crossed her arms and nodded. A year ago, she too experienced a similar situation when the school was occupied by "Homura". It was there that Kukuri first touched a supernatural power the world did not know.

Kukuri quickly waved her hand away.

"Ah! Sorry, I wasn't talking about Kuro-kun, okay? Kuro-kun and Wagahai-chan aren't scary at all!"

"I understand. Thank you, Kukuri."

"Hahaha... Ah, I have to go to the student council. Kuro-kun, I'll leave you some cookies, so please eat them."

In response, Neko's voice echoed from the living room.

"Wagahai is eating! It's delicious!"

"Well then Shiro-kun too. Good luck with your studies~"

"Yes, thanks."

And so, leaving only a bright smile, Kukuri lightly left.

Kuro put the used bath towel in the laundry basket and entered the living room. There, Shiro and Neko were sitting next to each other. A small table was placed on the raised tatami and a large amount of materials was spread out on it. With chimaki wrapped around his head, he looks like a student in the middle of a race.

"Thank you for shopping, Kuro. How is it outside?"

"The security situation is getting worse and worse. A month ago, the ''Slate'' that fell into the hands of the ''Green King'' surpassed the clan's boundaries and began to grant special abilities to common people."

After encountering a supernatural incident along the way, Kuro calmed down the panicked new Strains and then handed them over to ''Scepter 4''. Of course, they didn't cause it on purpose, so it shouldn't be a crime, but the confusion and fear that flashed in their eyes were vividly etched in his mind.

''Fortunately no one appears to have been injured, but that is within visible range. I've heard there's damage elsewhere."

For a moment, Shiro's movement stopped. He slightly tilted his face.

And Neko next to him took a cookie.

"Shiro!"

Out of reflex, Shiro opened his mouth. Neko tossed a cookie there and Shiro nodded slightly as he munched on the cookie.

"Yes. Take immediate action. We have to complete this investigation as soon as possible."

"No, I don't blame you, but you have a very auspicious attitude."

Shiro looked at Kuro and smiled with concern.

"Ahaha... I completely failed in the Christmas matter. But I can't give up. This time we have to properly stop the "Dresden Slate" and the "Green King" Hisui Nagare."

A month ago, the "Decisive Battle of Mihashira Tower" ended in complete defeat.

Although no one was killed, the "Dresden Slate" was captured and its subsequent whereabouts are unknown. "Scepter 4" continues to search with all its might for it, but due to the frequent incidents of supernatural powers, it seems that he is not going smoothly. It was only natural for Munakata to reject Shiro and Kuro's offer of help. Dogs are fond of "tracking."

However, it seems that Shiro didn't take the news of the force knocked out seriously.

There are things that only Shiro can do. How to deal with the "Dresden Slate" stolen by Hisui Nagare. Only Adolf K. Weismann, who discovered the "Slate", can come up with it.

"When I was a child, my sister scolded me a lot. "If you make a mess, clean it up yourself", she said."

Suddenly, Shiro looked into the distance and stared at the photo frame on the dining table.

There are sepia-toned photographs of three people, two men and a woman. Adolf K. Weismann, Shiro's predecessor, his sister Claudia Weismann, and a young Daikaku Kokujoji.

"I'm the only one who can clean it up. If I don't finish it properly, they'd both get mad."

Kuro has no way of knowing how Shiro feels about his late sister and best friend. He just looked down at the ground and speak with a vague thought.

"You've been doing great for the past month. I can't do anything, so I'm not worthy."

Right now, the only thing Kuro can do is calm down the commotion caused by "Jungle" and Hisui Nagare. It's not even a symptomatic treatment, it's just a cleaning. Even while he was doing that, the thought of Nagare constantly breaking the seal made him feel more and more impatient.

And while Neko nodded to that Kuro.

"That's right, Shiro is fine! Kurosuke is the useless one!"

"I don't want you to tell me that...!"

Kuro was a bit upset by her cheerful words, but he still felt relieved somewhere in his heart.

Because Neko had fully recovered.

Even after learning her true identity and choosing to stay with Shiro and Kuro, Neko still showed signs of depression from time to time. Neither Kuro nor Shiro clearly know the cause, because Neko didn't want to talk.

Maybe it's due to Neko's past. Shiro speculated that she had sealed her own memories due to some kind of trauma. She was very scared because it was about to be resolved.

She couldn't face the past that was so painful that she had to abandon it and be reborn as a different existence. Therefore, the only thing Kuro can do is be by her side. Together with Shiro, he snuggles up to Neko. That's all he can do.

A series of thoughts arose again, but...

"Kuro cooks for us every day."

Suddenly, Shiro said that. Kuro shook his head with a bitter face.

"Don't mix things up. It's serious."

Shiro smiled.

"It's a serious story. If Kuro doesn't cook for us, we'll die. If I don't do something with the "Slate", humanity will be in trouble. That's why I have to complete the countermeasures against the "Slate", and Kuro has to cook for us."

"That's right!"

Kuro smiled wryly at Neko to which she nodded. Just when he was wondering if she really understood, Neko nodded and said happily.

"Kurosuke works hard on his food! Shiro works hard on his studio! Wagahai works hard on supporting them! It's fine!"

Neko then took Kukuri's cookie and threw it at Kuro. As he looked at the cookie that he received, he thought that it was correct.

Do what you can. Step by step, move on. Ultimately, that's it. There is no point in rushing and if you try to find a way out, you may fall into a trap. She seemed like she was saying something irrelevant, but what Neko said was definitely the truth.

"That's right. I think so too."

Shiro reluctantly agreed and turned to the mass of material.

"I think I'll go with the "Sounding Hammer" plan for the "Slate". The Sanctum, which is deployed in a special state, causes an irreversible transition into the Weismann phase of the "Dresden Slate". This is an application of my sister Dr. Claudia Weismann's "Schwert Second Control Methodology", and it looks like this."

Shiro showed him a notepad with a diagram of arrows and spirals. No matter how you look at it, it's a child's doodle, but it's probably imbued with immeasurable meaning.

"Fufu, yes, that's good."

After all, Neko nodded. Looking at him, Kuro said.

"I see. For dinner, it's curry."

"Hurrah!"

"Curry! Yes!"

Neko and Shiro jumped for joy and clapped their hands. With a quick smile, Kuro headed to the kitchen to put on his apron.

++++++++++

Fujinouchi, Tokyo. Millennium Hotel.

New Year's Day is over, and the neighborhood, back to normal, was tremendously lively that day. Luxury limousines and stylish sports cars arrive one after another, spitting out beautifully dressed people. The relaxed and dignified appearance was exactly that of the upper class, and they entered the hotel one after another while chatting in groups.

Among the crowd were a couple of familiar people. A man and a woman.

As for the man, he is quite handsome with a soft gaze and a sweet mask. The elegant figure standing in a suit looks like a model somewhere.

The woman is a beauty with her glamorous limbs draped in an evening gown. Her chest, daringly open, is adorned with a pearl necklace.

It is about Izumo Kusanagi and Seri Awashima, number 2 of "Homura" and "Scepter 4".

They talked in secret.

"Still, I didn't expect to receive a date invitation from Seri-chan. And at a celebrity party like this."

"We are currently understaffed. In the first place, it was you who brought the information about this party."

The way they link arms and whisper in each other's ears is like a perfect lover. However, the sharp glances that Awashima occasionally displays as she watches the guests cannot be attributed to those of the upper class.

With a smile, Kusanagi brought his lips to Awashima's ear and pointed it out.

"Seri-chan, Smile, smile. Here, the daughter of the president of R&B Corporation, "Kusakabe Lise", I want you to behave appropriately."

"...I know."

After answering briefly, Awashima gave an awkward smile. The dress that makes movement difficult and the smile that hides her true face are far from the usual Awashima. She's not used to it, but work is work.

It was none other than Kusanagi who got the information that "Jungle" was planning a large-scale party.

The party, dubbed "Jungle Bootup Reception", was to be hosted by a new company "Jungle", which operates an advanced SNS, and invited celebrities from various fields. Many celebrities accepted the invitation, although they were not that famous, because they were starting to get the hang of it.

Concepts like clans and supernatural powers were hidden by "Tokijikuin". But that's just on a general level. It was an open fact for people who extended their antennae, even a little. And the recognition of "Jungle" was proof that the story of the capture of the "Dresden Slate" was widespread.

When she told him that information, Kusanagi said something reluctant.

"Those big boys have light footwork. Riding the winning horse, he's too cheeky. I wonder if that's the case."

That comment resonated with Awashima, from "Scepter 4," with a sense of coldness.

After they were defeated in the "Decisive Battle of Mihashira Tower", the loss of "Scepter 4" was clearly visible. The information provided by other public institutions stagnated and some began to blatantly ignore their requests. Even when she informed Munakata, all she could hear was a single word: "Are you sure?" That weakness was going to produce the result of being despised again.

Hearing such insults being openly uttered by some people about youths trying to seize hegemony in a country without knowing where they stood and were left on their knees after clumsily failing, Awashima felt her blood rise again.

However, Awashima said nothing. She is the deputy commander of "Scepter 4" and is in charge of all practical matters. Undercover investigation into this match was the "practice's" top priority. "Jungle, who hadn't been caught by his tail until now, dared to appear on the surface... No matter what, it was necessary to capture the information there.

Awashima said with a sigh.

"If Fushimi was here, I wouldn't have bothered you."

Fushimi Saruhiko left "Scepter 4" after the "Battle of Mihashira Tower", and his whereabouts were unknown.

The last time Fushimi was seen was in the "Scepter 4" detention center, when he escaped with Hirasaka Douhan.

She kept it inside "Scepter 4" and didn't tell other clans about it. Even Kusanagi shouldn't have known either.

"I see. Fushimi hasn't been found yet. What about Munakata-san?"

"I don't know. The chief's thoughts, Fushimi's feelings."

Awashima frowned as if to bear the pain. Kusanagi gently hugged Awashima's shoulder.

"Well, that's a disappointing face. It's a fun party, Seri-chan."

"Don't be silly."

Reflexively she tried to push his hand away from her, but she stopped. Actions that inadvertently attract attention should be avoided. Awashima looked at Kusanagi with an angry smile, and Kusanagi, with an unfamiliar attitude, continued to escort Awashima.

The receptionist at the "Jungle Bootup Reception" place was wearing a mechanical mask.

Awashima frowned. She has seen that mask many times. For Awashima, it was a symbol of a coward who wants to hide his true identity while he commits crimes. Awashima is frustrated and righteously outraged that such a coward would openly work as a receptionist at a luxury hotel.

Kusanagi gave Awashima a light pat on the back and stepped forward.

"Please sign in on the spot."

Kusanagi brought his face closer to the PDA that was outstretched. The PDA made an electronic beep and scanned Kusanagi's retina, displaying his ID. The receptionist smiled; although he couldn't see his face, he reached out and pointed to the door of the place.

"Kusakabe Izuru-sama and his wife. Welcome. Please head to the entrance there."

"Ok."

Awashima looked at Kusanagi as she walked arm in arm.

"So, I'm your "wife"?"

"Yes, my love."

Kusanagi doesn't feel uncomfortable at all. Awashima sighed softly, put on the domino mask she was given, and entered the venue.

The party venue was quite big. It is probably the most prestigious place in this hotel and you can see the night view of Tokyo from the windows that stretch along the wall. Under the luxuriously shimmering chandelier, celebrities in domino masks converse and are entertained by tuxedo-clad members of the "Jungle" clan. The only strange thing was that they were wearing a mask that covered their entire face.

"Hmm, this is a celebrity party that's better than you've heard."

In response to Kusanagi's admiration, Awashima quickly determined the customer's physiognomy.

"Senior government officials, businessmen, movie actors, writers, even the current prime minister."

The anger rose again. It is a well-known fact that it is none other than the current Prime Minister Kanichi Samukawa who is spearheading the condemnation of Munakata. First of all, "Jungle" is a terrorist, and it could be said that the Prime Minister's attendance at a party organized by that terrorist was a serious problem.

"Seri-chan, smile, smile."

"I know."

When she answered in a tone that he didn't understand at all, a voice suddenly blared from the ceiling speaker.

"I would like to thank everyone here for coming to the "Jungle Bootup Reception". On behalf of the organizers, "Jungle" Corporation CEO Mishakuji Yukari would like to greet everyone."

The lighting dimmed and a spotlight shone on the person who appeared on the stage. Both Kusanagi and Awashima are well acquainted with the man, with his hair slicked back and dressed in a smart suit.

"Everyone, welcome to the new era!"

The dignified behavior of him is almost the same as when he faced Kusanagi and Awashima in the "Decisive Battle of Mihashira Tower". Kusanagi muttered bitterly.

"Mishakuji Yukari from "Jungle", both his face and name are exposed. How bold."

"So he doesn't even feel the need to hide anymore."

As Mishakuji extended his arms, the screen behind him projected a huge "Jungle" logo. A confident speech echoed throughout the room.

"Everyone here is very lucky, because we can be the pioneers of a new era! Our information network "Jungle" will go beyond mere communication tools to redefine human beings as a next generation social infrastructure. The possibilities that before us are, yes, infinite..."

For Awashima, it was excruciating nonsense. No, her job is to make a fool out of it. Awashima winked softly at Kusanagi, leaving him and slipping into the crowd of people hanging out here and there. The voices of them gossiping whispered in Awashima's ear.

"The supernatural incidents that have been going on for a while have become a tailwind, haven't they?"

"It seems that the "Jungle" system will also be introduced to related ministries and agencies."

"There are rumors that that power will be ours."

With the power of her will, she hardened the expression that was about to turn hard. She knows there will be a headwind. She came all the way here to do something about it.

Then, she saw a middle-aged man waving his wine glass and laughing out loud.

"Well, it's a very happy day! Now that disgusting young man can't play any role! Is this the first year of "Jungle"? Hahaha!"

After stepping on the foot of the current Prime Minister with all her might with her heel, Awashima proceeded smoothly. It would be a lie to say that she couldn't stop drinking when she heard the screaming behind him, but Awashima quickly forgot. Because the target appeared right in front of her.

She pretended to trip in front of an attendant wearing a mechanical mask and then fell. The attendant immediately held Awashima up with one arm, and Awashima dared to press her chest against her arm.

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

From the other side of the mask, she could clearly feel the turmoil within. Awashima frowned in annoyance and looked at the staff with moist eyes.

"Excuse me, I'm a little dizzy."

"Oh, customer? Are you okay?"

"I wonder if I had too much to drink. I want to go somewhere quiet."

The attendant's throat rose and fell at the charming whisper.

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And the officer collapsed on the ground.

He went down unconscious with a blow to a vital point, but it shouldn't be a lasting injury. Kusanagi turned to Awashima, who was next to him, after apologizing with a single bow.

#k #k project #k stories #reisi munakata #scepter 4 #homra #fushimi saruhiko #neko #isana yashiro #yatogami kuro #silver clan #seri awashima #kusanagi izumo #nagare hisui #iwafune tenkei #kotosaka #sukuna gojo #mishakuji yukari #jungle #k rok

[generationwinning]

[OOC POST YEAH . THIS IS A NON CANON STORY !!! IT WAS AN ART TRADE FROM ME TO GENERATIONLOSING ADMIN :D THAT BEING SAID! ENJOY!]

Tw: panic attack, spiraling

Ranboo woke up in a cold sweat. Their blanket had been thrown onto the floor, and their stuffed animal Niki got them fell down as well.

Ranboo had a nightmare. Right? He must've, his heart beating so quickly and the sweat drenching his back and the adrenaline in his veins.

What was the nightmare about? They couldn't remember. Shouldn't that be a good thing? But if they can't remember this, what else were they forgetting?

Okay, okay -- it's fine. Just, go over what he knows! His name is Ranboo. He worked with-- no, he escaped from Showfall Media. He got out with Charlie, and Sneeg. He found Niki, who is living with him. Niki, who's alive.

Alive? Why wouldn't she be alive?

Shot, shot, shot-- how was Niki alive? She got shot point blank, directly into her chest. They watched her bleed out and die. They watched Niki get shot by the Puzzler.

The Puzzler. He's still alive, right? But there were charred marks in the chair he was at, and in the mall there was a shine put up for him.

Ranboo grabbed his hair, curling up into himself. He didn't know what was real, spiraling as he went further and further down. His body shook without his will, breathing getting quicker and quicker.

Where was he? How does he know if any of this is real?

Is he back? Did Hetch finally find him and Charlie and Sneeg? What about Niki? Is she okay? She was shot, she wouldn't be able to use all of her strength to defend herself.

Static filled Ranboo's ears along with a high pitched ringing. Something warm ran down his fingers from where they grabbed his hair.

His vision felt blurry. He didn't know what was happening. He couldn't feel anything besides warm warm blood run down his hands and the wires inside of his mouth and in his skin and they were in his neck and Hetch is controlling him and---

Ranboo passes out.

Ranboo wakes back up. His back and neck are stiffer than they regularly are, and he yawns as he opens his eyes. Ah. That explains the back pain, he was in the living room. How did he get here?

They see that the kitchen light is on, and they can faintly hear talking but they're unable to make out the words. Slowly sitting up from their torn up couch, Ranboo carefully makes their way down to the kitchen.

"Oh, Ranboo!" Charlie's voice was unexpected, but Ranboo took that familiarity. "Go uh, go sit back down. I'll get you some water, man."

"What happened?" Ranboo yawned. He took a seat at the kitchen table and leaned against it. "What time is it?"

"It is, um, around four a.m. right now," Niki said with a small smile. "I don't really know what happened? You just started to scream, and you kept hurting yourself. And then you just passed out, and I called Charlie."

"I tried calling Sneeg, too, but he didn’t pick up his phone.” Charlie smiled softly. “But are you okay?”

Was he? He felt okay. Well, his head hurt and the ends of his fingers hurt. The back of his neck was stinging a bit, but that was normal, wasn’t it?

Ranboo stayed silent, staring at their hands. After a few seconds, Niki spoke up. “Charlie, you still have that uh, that… advil?”

“Oh, yeah!” Charlie perked up and instantly started ruffling through his pockets. He handed Ranboo one of the pills of medication, silently gesturing to a glass of water that got set down on the table. Ranboo quickly downs the medication along with the water.

“I’m… okay, I think. A few things hurt, a bit, but, like… y’know,” Ranboo rambled off, rubbing his neck and wincing when his hand brushed over the Showfall Media branding on his body. “Was just a bad dream, I guess. Sorry for waking you guys up over it…”

“It’s fine, Ranboo! We care about you, we’re not just people who will stand around and watch when you’re obviously going through something.”

“Exactly what Niki said. And I don’t mind a sleepover sometimes, even if it’s spontaneous,” Charlie laughed quietly. “C’mon, let's get back into your living room. We’ll get stuff set up.”

Eventually the three of them moved into the living room, sitting on various blankets and pillows and cushions. Ranboo sat down, with Niki on their left and Charlie on their right. Surrounded by people who care about them. The only person missing was Sneeg.

Warmth surrounded them, as a tear falls from Ranboo’s eyes. “I just really love you guys,” they whispered, “and I’m glad we were able to get out of that hell.”

Ranboo’s eyes shut, and he dreams of burning Showfall Media to the ground with Niki on his left, Charlie on his right, and Sneeg in front of him. All of them together. Safe.

#[ooc post] #[not gonna maimtag this as it is written FOR this rp/au :3] #[this is for you spinspoon LMAO]

[goldenfox3]

For the ask meme, pick your favorite(s)! All, some, one, or none: 19, 20, 21, 26

2023 in review: fic writer asks

19. Share your favorite opening line

Going through my fics looking for the best opening line made me realise my opening lines are rather bland lmao. Something to work on in the new year ig! My favourite one is probably one of these two:

"At Harimaya Bridge in Kōchi, Tosa, two figures stand drenched in red." (Red Tide)

"Fire bursts across the sky like the flames that burned his memories away, and even the distant cheers of his siblings cannot ease the chill that grips his heart." (What Begins)

Both are from Touken Ranbu fics. The first one references both a Toumyu song and the Yosakoi Naruko Dance's 「土佐のー高知の はりまや橋で」 lyric. It also parallels the opening line of its companion fic, as it is the same scene but a different character's perspective.

The second line I just like for the imagery lmao. The character, Honebami Toushirou, is watching fireworks at what should be a joyous festival but since he lost his memories after being burnt in a fire, well...he doesn't do well with fire-anything.

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20. Share your favorite ending line

Despite my trouble with ending off fics I think my ending line selection was stronger than the opening lines. I had a couple choices here and found it harder to narrow down so I am going to cheat and put two again...

"His mind is blissfully, terrifyingly silent." (Ab Initio)

"Falcon laughs, sun-sharp challenge and the bright spark of mischief, pressing close as the smell of sandalwood and eucalyptus envelops them once more." (Slow March)

The first one is for how short and snappy it is. It gets the point across succinctly, that Blood Falcon is 1) for now free of Black Shadow's mental voice influencing his thoughts, 2) relieved at this, 3) really fucking weirded out and even unmoored by this because his whole life he's known nothing else.

The second one is again for the imagery. It's not nearly as succinct but I do like how Rob as the POV chara is characterising everything about Falcon as this brilliant, shining presence that he can't help but be drawn to. There is also of course the ~symbolism~ of the smell of Rob's bath products surrounding them both. At this point in the series neither of them will admit their true feelings for each other, but the fact that they smell the same now from sharing the bath products, allowing each other to mark and be marked...it's just another way they've insidiously crept their way into each others' lives despite not talking about any gross scary feelings ever (idiots).

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21. Share your favorite piece of dialogue

There were a lot of moments from Thousand Five I wanted to put in here LMAO. I really like the dialogue in the first three chapters in particular, that's where I feel it was the snappiest (possibly because they were doing nothing but talking in the bar there so it had to be snappy). But my favourite bit of dialogue in the fic atm is this one:

“You would forfeit the chance to properly best your rival?” Stewart lifts his chin. “You’d kill the surgeon who’s the reason you’re even alive to begin with?” (chapter 6)

I'm very fond of this scene. It's the first time Stewart quite literally puts his neck on the line for Falcon. He doesn't have the combat skill or brute force to get out of this by fighting, so he uses what he does have at his disposal: his knowledge of the other person's background and personality, as well as drawing on what relation they share and any debts that might be owed. It's a gamble, but it's all he's got. The bold way it's stated, like he already knows the conclusion, is both calculated and just his natural adrenaline kicking in. Stewart is not one to bow in the face of danger and is in fact unfortunately drawn to it, but in this case he was afraid for someone else's life (Falcon) and was perhaps not quite as blasé as he'd normally be.

Because I am indecisive here is another fave bit of dialogue...this time from Creatures With Wings:

“Do you regret it?” Ryu asks suddenly, sliding a hand behind his head. “Taking on your role as Captain Falcon, or bringing me into this. Is that why you asked?” The back of his neck prickles, helmet still trapped under Ryu’s arm. But Captain Falcon is as much an ideal as he’s a man in a costume, and when he speaks, his voice is strong. “Creatures with wings are born to take to the skies someday. To fear falling is natural. But sometimes, all you can do is take that leap and fly.”

Besides being a title drop, Andy's dialogue here is a modified version of what he says to Ryu in Lap 50 of the anime. It still serves as reassurance and motivation to Ryu, but it also contains a veiled message about his feelings on his own situation. Andy isn't one to outwardly display struggles or regrets, or to ask for help because he's supposed to be the one helping. But I like to think about a more vulnerable side to him. He's only human, even if Captain Falcon needs to be so much more than that.

So here, he's also expressing that Ryu is quite possibly the only person who could fully understand him, as someone who was destined to be a saviour in this universal battle. Maybe he, just like Ryu, had (still has) fears and insecurities and regrets. And maybe despite that, he still did it anyway because there was no other choice. But Andy...doesn't actually directly answer the questions Ryu asked. He can't. Falcon can never be anything less than a paragon. To express weakness, to waver now at the end of all things...that's not who he is. But at the end of all things...maybe he can be Andy one last time. Andy trusts Ryu enough to reveal here just the tiniest hint of weakness, reciprocating the trust Ryu has constantly shown confiding in him.

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26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Hmm every time I get a comment is very satisfying (especially the ones that go into detail) and crunching the numbers about how much I wrote this year compared to previous years was also fulfilling-feeling. I have a checklist of character's I've written/have yet to write in this series and it felt good to tick off a bunch and try writing so many different themes and perspectives this year. Thousand Five is perhaps the predictable answer to this question, as it is still my baby my beloved my first gameverse and longest fic. I'm happy to have published 12 chapters of it this year!

But I think the most satisfying moment was getting this comment on Rush:

This awoke something in me. Never played or watched F-Zero anything in all my life and yet these two give me life.

How gratifying is it to know that you've managed to captivate someone who doesn't know anything about the fandom with the power of your writing alone? How wonderful is it to know that you've managed to capture someone's interest based on the choice, order, artistry of the scenes your words have woven? Without any pre-existing interest in the characters and franchise doing some of the work of grabbing the reader for you? I really, truly would love to know if this anon looked more into the series after or went on to read other F-Zero fics. Getting people into the series and ship I like because of something I created is living the dream, I tell you. And it all happened because I wrote about Falcon and Stewart [redacted] in a rivals with benefits situationship LMAO.

#gher-bear #replies #fic talk #i know i was supposed to pick only one for each of these questions but it was tough LOL #long post

[devildancing]

James x Narcissa - a kiss while being reunited after a long time

Rain showers from the skies, glittering and glimmering like the countless tiny stars emblazoned over the heavens. Dead for centuries or simply too distant to touch, like so many of the girl's ancestors and relatives who have borne their legacies. Narcissa can name them all. In the iridescent wash of moonlight that blankets the courtyard, she even looks like she belongs among them — pale and shining. The wet tendrils of her long hair glisten and the droplets that spill over her cheeks sparkle like cosmic diamonds...but Narcissa is no star. She's just a girl stuck on the muddy ground and her feet have never felt so heavy.

❝ I can carry this. ❞ She tells herself, yet again. Her shoulders ache beneath the strain of it all and her knees are weaker than they've ever been, but what other choice does she have? If she doesn't hold it together, then who will?

Who can?

" Can you tell me what the hell you're doing out here? "

Narcissa, dripping wet and drenched to the very marrow of her bones, doesn't answer at first — she can't. She can't even look at him. What's she supposed to say, after all? What explanation can she give? It's not as if the blonde had just decided that it was a pleasant time to go for a nice little nighttime stroll in the pouring rain. That would be insane.

" Alright. Can you at least tell me why you've been avoiding me, then? "

The desperation in his voice is what finally tears her gaze away from the stars, numb and empty eyes watching the boy throw out his arms in confused exasperation. Even from this distance, she can easily see the lion's tired eyes and the worn lines on his otherwise beautiful face. It tugs at something inside of her, prickling like little thorns. It's a feeling. Something that actually touches; something that penetrates her skin. Looking at him just hurts.

❝ I can't... ❞

It's obvious he hasn't been sleeping, just as it's obvious that she's to blame for that as well. James' dark curls and his clothes are soaked through and the witch can't help but feel worse than she already does for putting him through this.

" For fuck's sake, Narcissa! Please — ! "

His long legs carry him to the middle of the courtyard in a few short strides, those strong hands of his gripping her slight shoulders like the slightest breeze would snatch her away. ( Like he's afraid of losing her. ) His touch isn't cautious or gentle, nor is it as delicate and coaxing as every other hand that's grazed her since waking from one nightmare to another. She can almost feel her porcelain skin cracking beneath James' golden fingertips, all those fissures spreading over her flesh from that singular point of contact. She's afraid — terrified of what's hiding beneath the surface.

❝ It - it's past curfew. ❞

" You're alone again. "

❝ You need to go! ❞

" I'm not leaving you out here! "

She struggles even as his hands lift from her shoulders to grab her face, calloused palms scorching her skin with their warmth. It's too much — it's overwhelming. There's nowhere else for her to look but into those ridiculous eyes of his, gold flecks swirling in whiskey that threaten to drown just as they intoxicate. Narcissa knows this feeling. She knows the panic and the absurdity, anxiety bubbling from her core as the weight of expectation bears down on her. Walburga might as well have her wand on her now, ordering her to do what's best for the family.

'The window is open, Narcissa. Jump.'

" Shit — Cissy, just let me in! " James' pleading voice calls her through the haze, like her conscience in physical form. "I can help if you'll just tell me how! "

'Don't do what they want, that's stupid! You know better!'

❝ I can't! ❞

" Cissy — "

❝ No! ❞

" You're trembling! "

❝ You don't understand! ❞

" Then, tell me! "

She scratches at his wrists, clawing at the skin in an attempt to be free. Narcissa can feel the hysteria curdling in her blood, desperation broiling in her belly. The only thing holding her together is the same thing breaking her down, the cradle of his hands on her face and...and...

His mouth is hot and hard when it crashes against her own, the whole of time coming to a complete and total standstill. Narcissa forgets how to breathe, every thought obliterated from her brain but the taste of cinnamon on his tongue and the sudden crushing closeness of his body against her own. James' arms wrap around her like a blanket, weighty and warm. It's the closest she's felt to normal since leaving him that night in the classroom.

It's almost funny to think about now — that her biggest concern had been whether or not she could call him her friend.

❝ How did you...? ❞ The words are breathless, lilting, once there's a bit of space between them again. Not much though, she's breathing in his air.

" Wha — oh, uh, " he chuckles a little nervously, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger. " Pete gets wound up like that sometimes. "

❝ Is that how you help him? ❞

" Sure, if he really needed it...why not?"

The mischief is back in his gaze and laughing at the absurdity of it just feels good. There's comfort in familiarity. The scent of his cologne, the earthiness that clings to him. Narcissa has missed this boy and the peculiar peace that he brings her, more than she'd ever thought or could even realize. With this knowledge comes a new understanding, something selfish and profound. She can't give it up. She won't.

" Hey — " His fingertips tap against her chin, tilting her pale face back up to meet his gaze. " You're stuck with me, I'm stubborn like that. " It's like he's reading her mind.

❝ James? ❞

" Yeah?" A pause. "What is it, love?"

Her heart is pounding, rampant like a bird desperate to be free of its cage. If she does this, there's no going back. If she says this, the spell is broken. It was always easier to just give in and go along before, the ease of acquiescence versus the energy it would take to defy. Doing what she should...doing what she must.

❝ I remember everything. ❞

It takes about a breath before he understands, some of that weight suddenly settling on his shoulders too.

" Do you...wanna talk about it?"

She nods her head slowly and he nods his own in response, both of them briefly glancing around the empty quad. Her fingers lace with his all too easily, muscle memory from every mindless time before.

" Come on, then. Let's get you somewhere dry. "

#. toujours fleur . drabble

[keepswingin]

"You don't have to do this," Haechan tells him, slowly lifting his head. "You could leave."

He pauses, letting his words hang in the air as the other moves around the room. Gathering supplies, covering things. Rustling through papers and fumbling for a lighter in the mess of drawers by the door. "You could be halfway out of the country before they knew where to look." 

"They would send someone." He rebukes immediately, shaking his head. 

"Mark-hyung." Haechan whispers, tugging gently at the pipe he's handcuffed to. 

"Stop," Mark begs, voice suddenly strained. He catches the way his shoulders pull, the shaky inhale that rattles through his chest.

It's hurting him too, as much as he wants to pretend that it doesn't. If anything, this might just be the one order that tears him down and leaves nothing left. It's the last thing Haechan wants to watch happen, especially to the person who has been by his side since the beginning.

"I don't," and his voices hitches, stutters. Stops. Of course it does, when he's trying so hard to say the right thing, to find a way out of this for both their sakes. But he would be a fool to think that a group like this one would let them go so easily. Not after so many years, so many crimes. Not with what they both knew, enough information to topple Seoul's biggest house of cards within seconds. 

Maybe they are more important than they think they are, when he really thinks about it. 

"I don't want anything to happen to you," he admits softly, shifting. "Not like this." 

He's been here for days, waiting. Someone he trusted brought him here and locked the door on the way out. All he wanted was for Mark to walk through the door and help him out of whatever mess he had created, like he always did. Talk to the rest of the gang, smooth things over, have Haechan owe him one. Bat him away when he tried to repay him through affection. 

Instead, Mark had told him the truth. 

That by the end of today, Haechan was to be killed by him. He wasn't given a reason why, wasn't able to offer anything they wanted more - just given an order that would end up killing them both. 

Mark turns around, taking a few steps towards him. His eyes shine under the dim lighting of the basement. "To me?" he asks incredulously. "Are you kidding? You're wasting time worrying about me when you're the one who - "

He stares at him as the rest of his sentence is swallowed by the unending silence stretched between them. The silence speaks louder than his words ever could.

Haechan tugs again.

The cuffs clink in response, unable to move more. He should've learned how to lock pick when he had the chance. Of all the things to kill him, he never expected it would be Mark, and the worst part was that he was so honest about it all.

It would have been better if he had stabbed him in the back, or shot him point blank with an empty expression. Then, it would have made sense. He would have hated him. He would have died with a black heart and an empty soul, everything they had ever shared nothing more than a ruse.

Mark's hand shakes as he pulls his pistol from its hostler. "Turn around, Hyuck," he whispers as Haechan stares down the barrel.

"Things don't have to end this way," he tries, one last time, heart pounding. A tear slips down Mark's cheek. "Hyung, I - "

He pulls the trigger.

Haechan flinches and squeezes his eyes shut. He waits for the pain, for the blood to drench his clothes, for the world to stop spinning as Mark turns and leave him there to die.

But there is no bullet, and Mark is still standing there when he opens his eyes, breath caught in his throat. Mark's finger pulls at the trigger again. The gun clicks, and clicks again. Empty.

The gun is empty.

"I can't," he whispers, shaking his head. His composure is quickly fading, and so is his resolve as he stares at Haechan, an end to all means. "I can't."

It would have been easier to hate him.

"I'm sorry," Mark says, as he backs up, one foot after another. "I'm so sorry." He fumbles in his pocket, pulls out the lighter he had found. Turns to a stack of awaiting papers, flicking it open.

Haechan's heart stops. Anything but this.

"I'm sorry," he whispers a final time, as though it would make up for everything he's done, he'll ever do. As if it will make up for this. The light strikes the corner of a page. Engulfing, destroying, rippling across the rest, one by one.

His hand grips the corner of the door, as the flames begin to grow, squeezing hard enough that Haechan can see the whites of his knuckles.

The lighter slides across the floor, landing beside Haechan's bent knee. By the time he looks up again, Mark is gone. The cuff pulls painfully at his wrist when he tries to dislodge it.

He'd hate Mark for his mercy too, if only he could find it within himself to hate him at all.

#nct #nct fanfic #mark lee #lee donghyuck #haechan #markhyuck #nct fanfiction #nct 127 #nct dream #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptober #day six #day six: forced to hurt someone else #mafia au #keepswingin writes #mine

[nerooooooo]

My Insomnia

I can't sleep. While I drown myself in the light that my cellphone screen emits in hopes of making me a little bit more sleepy, your subconscious created by the figments of my own imagination and the memories we've built together peeks through the blue light and replaces it with a much warmer, brighter form of light that shines out of the pitch black background. It's dazzling bright yet it doesn't blind. I gaze at the darkness and everywhere my mind projected our times together. I see the imaginary version of yourself clearly even with my eyes closed. It defeats the action of putting me to sleep, making me wide awake more than ever.

I can't sleep. A fraction of a millisecond that flashes an outline of your image out of nowhere into my head is enough to put me in a state of trance. A state where a faint memory of you lead my thoughts to snowball down a deeper hill that is my mind, making me remember perfectly the details of our moments together. From the placement of our hands every time we hugged each other down to the sweat that dripped down your forehead to your cheeks to your chin, that one time we went for a walk under the scorching sun, while we held hands. You occupy my thoughts whenever my eyes are open, and in the time that they must close, you occupy them still.

I can't sleep. It is like my brain has been programmed to recall the image of you. To crack a smile whenever I do. Not letting me forget. And when I do, it finds ways to make me remember you. I have thought of you countless amount of times, on random occasions, to the point where I memorized everything about you just from the visions that my head has created. The picture of your shadow next to mine, the shape of your moles on your face and on your chest. Your deep laugh that is so contagious that I suddenly find myself laughing too. Your perfect teeth that makes your smile the most beautiful of them all. The way you cover your face when I get lost in your eyes. Our difference in height. The scar on your left knee. Your baby cheeks. How you like to wrap your arms around mine instead of holding hands. Although I like it more when we hold hands but I just let you be since it is what makes you happy. The way you talk in your sleep after a long day. The smell of your hair every time we embraced each other. The way you eat your favorite food. The way you smell great even when drenched in sweat. Your laughing face, your serious face, and the face you make when you cry. The thing you do with your eyes when you get moody, and all the other little things that makes you "you." I know for a fact that there are multiple versions of ourselves in the minds of the people that know us. But the version of "you" that lives in my head rent-free, is the version that doesn't let me fall asleep.

I can't sleep. Your ghost haunts the four corners of every enclosed space I step into. I was ecstatic for having someone as precious as you disturb my peace. Peace that bore me to death until your noise. You came crashing down on my ordinary. You brought comforting discord which to me was a melody like no other. I was captured by how you conducted harmonies into my monophonic scores. But for every song that has an end, every note that has a rest, all genre of music has an end. The only thing you left me with now was a requiem—the pain of missing you. And also the grief of letting you go. We have built so much, created inimitable times of you and me, but for everything that has a beginning, is bound to have an inevitable end. Even the universe that shall expand for eons will surely collapse into nothingness long after extinction. You filled my prayers as if you were the only necessity in life. Now, I am over here helpless trying to fill this cavernous pit in my heart of what used to be capable of deeper love. I was fine with losing just sleep, so long as I have you. I sit in silence as my thoughts rampage into chaos. I am yet again to learn the basic concept of human rest until I learn how to forget your sound.

You were the reason why I lost sleep. Love— personified—mingling with the likes of me. If only I knew that my accompaniment would soon fade into the background, I would have laid down more of my hours just so we could play our final piece. As I take one last glimpse at what used to be, I hope to be able to dream anew. Into the carousel of the night. No longer holding onto wishful thinking that this was all just some giant nightmare. For it never was. You were an experience. A night's journey that I wish never reached its destination. Having said all these things, may divinity allow me to once again be open to anyone who dare disturb my peace. Calm quietness enveloped me, finally. I shall bid this long night farewell and a warm greeting for whatever morning will bring. I'm asleep.

#Essay 5/5 #MyOwnTopic #INSOMNIAAA

[writeandartdump]

-It's late.I need to go to sleep.I have to wake up early tomorrow...

-I've never hated like this in my life.My blood sears through my veins my heart burns and my gut twists.I feel as though my neck is heating like a kettle and steam is blowing through my ears.To the point my head pounds and my body aches in pain.

-And as I write this the object of my distress moves around our shared room with arrogance I had not seen until I started despising them.

-It's maddening I moved the clock so if only I could give my body a few hours of rest.

-I feel myself decaying,and despite that everyday I wait and pray that the wrench that grants me no peace dies in a fire!

-No I have never hated like this,...I was filled with hope once,excitement!I spoke to strangers curtly and politely.I made friends and shared stories,thoughts,emotions,philosophies over a cup of coffee.I showened in both lectures and seminars and never missed a day!

-I dressed well even!Wore Mary Jane's and red lipstick.Colourful jewls ,rings,earrings,necklaces and an even more colourful perfume.Which always left a scent behind.

-Now I am lucky to have even brushed my hair,after all how far can a messy bun go?I don't even wear my birth earrings,in fear of being stolen.Rriped out of my very ears...I can't even get myself to wash my teeth.

Let alone perfume!

...

-When I first got here I was buying my books,fixing my things,going to the bank,grocery shopping.I felt...good.

-Yet it has only been a month and I've grown just as bitter as the old crones whom never had sons.

-The weather is harsh and unpredictable and so are the people.Some days I need only step outside for a moment and the rain has drenched me to the bone and others not even a light breeze to sooth the heat of a hot day without sun.

-The sun doesn't shine,whether stormy or bright there are only gray clouds above the city sky.

-Some days people speak to me with praise or awe at my abilities,not as a competent student but as an artist.And other days I'm just in the corner,because I feel alone even when people are around,they speak to me,but not with me.

-It gets pretty isolating.

-Travelling from city to city every weekend back and forth on a cheap taxi on an tedious road has taken toll.

-My hair has fallen,my joints crack in pain and I feel blood on my teeth.

-I am so tired...

-I am too anxious and I miss my family,my parents.I never thought I would be hitting rock bottom like this.I feel pathetic.

-God give me strength there is only so much I can take before I come see you.

#writing #poetry #college #dorm life #vent #vent post #tw sui ideation #angst #anonymous writes #anonymous

[scoulson]

~the way you want me~

(AN- minors DNI this is not for your wholesome eyes)

TW- making out, cheating (kinda), thigh humping, hair pulling. Just tell me if I missed any <3

We knew we shouldn't be doing this, this could send everything to shit but fuck... it felt amazing. Her body moulded perfectly against mine and it felt like our souls were made to be one. The forbidden desire we craved so damn much. "You look so pretty like this" I whisper against her neck as she moans repeatedly into my ear. "Quiet down love they can't hear you" i hiss at the dull pain in my scalp. She grips my hair like a vice as she moves her hips against my thigh, chasing a high she knows she can't catch. "oh fuck~" she whimpers as her hips speed up and she pulls me closer, gods I didn't even know that was possible. I crave her with a passion I never knew I could harness and everything in me is screaming yes, I need this, I want this... no, I want her. Our breathing is heavy and loud in my ears, anyone could walk in right now and see this, her hair a mess and her grinding against my thigh like her life depended on it. If only she knew how badly I wanted to take her, to make her scream my name so much wouldn't even want to remember anyone else's. Every part of her is addicting, her personality, her shine, her lips. I groan at the thought of it. My fingers so deep inside of her that the only thing she can think of is how good it feels. Oh For Fucks sake I'm pussy drunk and I haven't even fucked her.

There's a thick tension in the air as we're getting ready to leave, she's walking me to the bus stop as usual. I needed to go home early to revise for my exams, so I tie my shoe laces and put on my jacket. "You ready to go gorgeous?" I smile as I stand back up to full height. The way she looks at me drives me mad, the way she squeezes her thighs together and thinks I won't notice. The way shes staring at me tells me everything, she's drenched, but she can't say a word because we shouldn't be going as far as we are. I look her up and down and a switch flicks on in my brain. "Y'know what, fuck it" I walk over and pin her against the wall, my lips on hers like we've wanted to many times and fuck me.. it's incredible. I never believed in the whole "fireworks" thing until this moment, now I feel them, I feel them in my chest and In my stomach, damn my whole body might as-well be a firework at this point. I pin her hands Above her head and she groans against my mouth, I know she wants this just as bad as I do.

I can't get enough, I stop kissing her and I go back for more, I'm like an addict. The way she makes me feel is intoxicating, I feel like I'm dizzy and I could do anything as long as I could feel her lips on mine.  Her perfume invaded my nose and her hands entangled themselves with mine, I pull away to breathe and she looks at me, her chest heaving and her eyelids heavy. Her words come out as almost a whisper and there’s not a single hint of guilt on her face.

"We shouldn't have done that"

#wlw post #romance #forbidden love #spicy content #i love lesbians

[mxmmyviolet]

Chapter 5 (nsfw)

A/N: ~SMUT WARNING~

That morning, Julia was sleeping next to me. She fell asleep in here last night, which of course didn't bother me. We both woke up and went to our own rooms and got dressed and did our own thing. I had a therapy session with her that day, our last therapy session was when everything happened, how can I ever forget that amazing day.

As usual, everyone in the house was out except for my sister and Julia, my sister was in her room, she never comes out. I got dressed, made my bed, and brushed my hair and teeth. I walked out of my room and started heading to Julia's office. I was about to just walk in, but I heard little noises coming from her office. It sounded like heavy breathing, I opened the door just a little bit just to see where the noise was coming from. The breathing turned into moans, I look ahead and I see Julia laying on her bed completely naked rubbing her cl¡t, this was the first time i've seen her naked since she only saw me. Her body was perfect. She has a slim waist, nice boobs, and a perfect ass. I didn't know whether to leave or walk in there until she saw me looking at her.

She opens her eyes and she sees me at the door peeking in on her. "Looks like I have a little stalker" She said as she laughed. I look at her for a few seconds with no words, I was in a trance. She moved her two fingers signaling me to go over to her. I walk over to her and I can't stop staring at her perfect body. "I think we have some time before we have our therapy session, don't you think?" I look at her and nod. I wanted her so bad, I wanted to taste her, I wanted to feel her and pleasure her as much as she pleasured me. I got on the bed next to her and she slipped my shirt off only. She pulled me on top of her, it was my time to shine. "Grind on me baby" she said as she started kissing me. I started grinding on her slowly, soft moans were escaping her mouth. She lifted my skirt up and put her hands on my ass and moved me faster, I could feel how wet she was.

"I think it's my turn to show you who's boss" I say with a evil grin on my face. She looked at me and raised her eyebrow at me. "Oh yeah? I think I will always be the boss here" I looked at her and didn't say anything, I put my hand down and started touching her. She let out a soft gasp. I started rubbing her cl¡t in circles, she was completely drenched. She started to moan, one hand on my back and then other one behind her head. I couldn't wait any longer, I needed to taste her. I put my free hand on her boob and squeezed it. I went down slowly, teasing her a little bit, kissing her inner thighs getting closer and closer.

"Oh Elena, don't you dare tease me" she says looking down at me. I look up at her "Shh.. let me do what i please" I smile. I then put my mouth over her throbbing cl¡t and started sucking it slowly. She let out a gasp and put her hand on my head. I put 2 fingers in her and pumped them in and out slowly. "Oh fuck Elena, you are s-so good at this!!" she said as her moans became more intense. "Fuck, you taste so good, i don't wanna stop" I sucked her cl¡t harder and i can hear that she's about to cum. "Cum on my face, i need you to" i say as i look up at her. At this point she is screaming in moans, she started to orgasm and I didn't stop, i just went faster, then she built up a second orgasm.

I stopped and went up to her and kissed her. "Fuck, you were so good" she says as she is panting. I smile, "i'll only do this with you".

After that we got up and put our clothes on and it was time for our therapy session. I sat on the patients bed and she sat in her chair. We talked about the usual stuff. I was in there for about 1 hour. I walk out of her office and go to my room.

I was going to a party with one of my friends tonight, my mother isn't here so i can't tell her anyways about it. I didn't even tell Julia I was I was going to a party, but im sure she won't mind.

I get dressed in a short black dress with nice makeup on. My door was open as I was getting ready. I hear Julias door open and I hear her walking out, as she was passing she looked into my room seeing me getting dressed. "Why are you dressed all fancy" she asked me. "Oh i'm going to a party with Victoria, I was about to tell you." "You didn't even ask if you could go." She replied. "Well I was assuming you would be okay with it" She sighed. "What kind of a party is it?" "I don't know, don't worry, i'm not gonna do anything stupid" I say. She looked at me. "Okay well be careful, call me if you need anything and don't be out to late" She said. "Don't worry love, i'll be fine".

I walk downstairs with Victoria and walk out the front door, Victoria was driving. We got there and there were lots of teenagers outside drunk than ever. There were a few adults there also, mostly women, there were no men there, shockingly. I walk inside with Victoria and I sit down.

I sat for a few mins and a woman approached me and sat next to me, I looked at her and smiled and looked away. She looked at me and introduced herself. "Hi nice to meet you!" She said. I replied, "Hello, you too."

"My name is Lou".... "What's yours?