#w his memory and perception and his charms

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Golden Boy of America

Summary : What if Steve Rogers wasn't the revered symbol of American virtue that everyone believed him to be? Contrary to the public perception of his kindness and charm, you've come to realize it was all a façade. Now, you find yourself in a nightmarish scenario—kidnapped and bound, questioning everything you thought you knew about the man once hailed as the golden boy of America.

Pairings : Dark!Steve Rogers x f!reader

Words : 6,9k

General tags : SMUT, 18+, NSFW

TW : dark fic, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, degradation, non-con, dirty talk, oral sex, smut, vibrator, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, rough sex, p in v, overstimulation, breeding kink, forced impregnation

A/N : This has been sitting in my drafts for a while, and I've been going back and forth, tweaking the story to add a darker twist. I've always felt like there's more beneath the surface of Captain America's heroic façade, he did good and sacrificed everything for the world. What if he's not as perfect as he seemed? And you had to be the one who found out about his true side, his dark side. That's the premise of this one shot, enjoy~

Before you continue, please read TW again. This is a dark!fic and explicit, strictly for readers 18+.  I don't condone any of this kind of thinking in real life, this is purely fan fiction. Please, DO NOT PROCEED if these themes disturb you. Please don't read if this content is not your cup of tea, you've been warned.

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The sound of a car door slamming shut is the last thing you remember before everything went black. A dull ache in your head is what you first felt when you woke up.

When you open your eyes, you find that your hands and legs are bounded by rope and tape, the coldness of the floor and walls send shivers down your spine. It takes a few seconds for you to process the situation you were in. The first thing that came into mind was where you were, who did this and why? Your memories were all a blur, you can't remember how you got into this predicament.

You hear a door open from somewhere, it echoes in the empty space, making the hairs on your arm stand up. You start to feel anxious and scared as your heart beats loudly. "Hello?" You say and the voice bounces off the walls, not knowing who was behind this.

"Good, you're awake now." A familiar voice speaks out, walking into the room. Your eyes widen in shock, mouth agape.

"S-Steve? W-What's going on? Why am I here?" You ask him, fear evident in your voice. Steve doesn't answer and stares at you blankly. He's standing right in front of you. "Answer me!" You demand but he remains silent, only looking at you.

"You don't have the right to tell me what to do." He said with a dark expression. 

"What the fuck, Steve!" you said as you were tied to a chair. The ropes were tight enough to not get out of but loose enough so it doesn't hurt. "Let me go, Steve, you bastard!"

He was standing in front of you with his arms crossed and a stoic expression. His jaw was clenched tight and he looked like he was going to kill someone.

"Why should I? So, you can escape and go tell on me? Tell everyone what a bad man I am? Huh?" Steve said as he walked up to you and grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him. "You know I can't let you do that."

He kept you in a small bedroom. The wallpaper was torn, revealing the rotten wood behind it. A single bed and a rickety drawer stood as the only furnishings. The window had its shutters closed, allowed no glimpse of the outside world and there was only a single light bulb illuminating the room. It gave a very eerie feeling.

"Steve, let me go." You said in a low voice.

"I can't do that." He said, running his fingers through his hair. "If I do, they will find me and put me in jail."

"Steve, they will not find you. I swear I won't tell anyone." You said as you tried to get up. But Steve came up and pushed you back to the chair.

"Stop. Fucking. Moving." He said in a menacing tone. "You're not the boss here. I am." He said.

"Do you think you can just imprison me like this?" you shouted, your voice cracking with frustration. "What you're doing is cruel and inhumane!"

A chilling smile crept across Steve's lips as he retorted, "Oh, I can, and I will. You're not the first, and you won't be the last. I have my reasons, and I won't let you ruin everything I've worked for."

Your voice trembled with shock and disbelief, "What do you mean I'm not the first? There were others before me? What happened to them? Who are you?!"

"I've always been Steve Rogers, the same person you met and fell for. As for the others, they were my mistakes, and I fixed them." Steve replied in a casual tone as if talking about the weather. "Don't worry, sweetheart, you won't have to worry about that. I won't make the same mistakes twice."

"What happened to them?" you asked, feeling the blood drain from your face.

"That's none of your concern, sweetheart. You don't need to worry about them. All you need to worry about is obeying me."

You couldn't believe that the man in front of you was the same person you'd known. "I will not obey you, Steve."

He laughed as he sat on the bed, "You’re not the Steve I know. You're fucking insane! You're no hero!" You screamed at him, "I saw you kill that man, Steve. You took his life without a shred of remorse."

He shook his head. "Y/N it was necessary. He was a criminal, and it was self-defense."

"No it wasn’t!" you raised your voice. “You had other options, you could have spared his life, but you didn't. You killed him because you're a psychopath!"

He ignored your statement and said, "I told you, you should have never followed me. You've made this very hard for yourself." He crossed his arm, "I warned you, I tried so fucking hard so you wouldn't see any of this, but you just had to follow me."

He was right, if you listened to him and didn’t follow him, you wouldn’t end up like this. You didn't know how to respond.

"How do I know you're not going to kill me next?"

"Oh, please, if I was going to kill you, I would have done it the minute I brought you here." He said, rolling his eyes. "Besides, why would I kill you when you could be so much more useful to me alive."

"Useful?"

"Yeah. I could use some help." He said as he walked closer to you.

"What kind of help?" you asked.

He smirked and licked his lips. "The fun kind."

"Steve, what are you talking about?" you asked, fearing the answer.

He leaned in closer and whispered into your ear. "I'm sure you'll be a good girl and obey."

You didn't like where this was going. "Steve, please let me go." you whispered, trying not to cry. You were scared, you were tied to a chair and no one knew where you were. You were scared of what Steve was going to do to you.

"You're begging already?" He laughed dryly. "It hasn't even been 20 minutes."

"Please." You sighed and tried to break free from the ropes. "You can't keep me here, Steve. Please"

"I can do anything I want." he whispered, his face getting closer to yours. You tried to lean back, but there was no room. You could feel his breath fanning over your face. You shut your eyes.

"You don't want to do this, Steve." You said.

"Don't I?" he asked, tilting his head. "Because it seems like I do."

"Please..." You opened your eyes, you had tears forming in them. You were scared, he could do anything he wanted to you, and there was nothing you could do about it.

"You look so pretty when you beg, you know that?" he said, his face inches from yours.

"Steve, don't do this. Please" You begged.

He ran his fingers over your cheek and wiped away the tear that was threatening to fall. "Shame that it had to be like this."

"Steve... I-I promise I won't tell anyone." you whimpered, flinching at his touch. You didn't want him to touch you.

He shook his head. "You've seen what I did."

"It was an accident. We can get out of this," you pleaded, your voice laden with desperation, seeking any flicker of empathy in his eyes.

"No. We can't. This was inevitable. Don't worry, sweetheart. You're going to love it here," Steve declared with an unsettling certainty, his tone almost comforting, as if he genuinely believed the twisted reality he was creating.

"Steve, please. You can't keep me here. If not for you, at least do it for our friendship. Please, let me go"

"This will be the last time you beg, Y/N. I will not repeat myself. You're not going anywhere. This will be your new home"

"It won't be," you insisted, defiance laced with fear.

"You'll see, in time, you'll change your mind." Steve's response echoed through the room, the unsettling assurance leaving you with a sinking feeling of dread as the realization set in that escape seemed increasingly improbable.

The room seemed to close in, the peeling wallpaper and the flickering light bulb casting eerie shadows that danced around the space, creating an atmosphere of both captivity and impending menace.

Your hand struggled against the rope as you watched him. Your eyes wide and frightened. "You see, my sweet Y/N. I've got my eye on you for quite a while. Maybe after I've had my fun with you, I'll consider letting you go. Who knows" he smiled at you, his hand caressing your lips. You felt sick.

"Don't you dare touch me" you hissed, jerking your face away from him. His eyes flashed with anger for a second before it was gone. 

"You don't have a choice" he chuckled. He took hold of your jaw and brought his face closer to yours, his lips a breath away. "I will enjoy making you scream and beg for mercy."

You felt his hands trail down your neck and down to the top of your shirt. He looked up at you before ripping your shirt open, making the buttons fly across the room. You gasped as you felt the cool air hit your skin. You were left in your bra, the thin lace fabric the only thing protecting you.

"Don't" 

"Don't what?" He grinned and pulled your bra straps down, exposing your breasts. You tried to cover yourself but you couldn't. You were still tied to the chair, and he was stronger than you.

"Please. Just stop" You felt tears roll down your cheeks.

"Oh, honey. This is just the beginning" He took one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it, making you gasp in pain. He leaned down and took your other nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. You squirmed under his touch, trying to push him away, but he held onto your wrists and kept you in place.

"Stop! Please, Steve. I'm sorry!"

"No. I don't think you're sorry" he growled as he moved to your neck and bit down. He sucked on the sensitive skin, making sure he left a mark.

"Stop!" you exclaimed, trying to push him off you. He chuckled at your efforts, then next he was moving his hands down your waist and stopping at the top of your jeans.

"Now, be a good girl and stay still. Wouldn't want to ruin such pretty underwear, now would we?" he asked as he slowly pulled your pants down. Your breathing sped up and you started to squirm.

"Steve, stop, please, I'm sorry, just let me go, please" you pleaded, tears pricking your eyes. You couldn't believe that he was doing this.

"Stop with the dramatics, princess. It won't change a thing. Just sit back and enjoy, it'll feel better if you relax" he cooed, pulling your jeans down to your ankles. You felt a sob escape your throat as he looked down at you, his eyes looking hungry and lustful.

"Please, don't do this, Steve, please"

"Shh, princess, I'm going to make you feel good, okay? But, first, I gotta take these off" he murmured, reaching for your panties. Your breathing stopped, and you felt yourself shake.

"Steve" you whimpered, shaking your head. Tears were falling down your face, and Steve was wiping them away. 

"Such a pretty sight. You're gonna look so pretty covered in my marks" he whispered as he leaned down and started to suck on your neck. You let out a strangled moan as you tried to move your head away from him.

"Get off, you creep" you groaned, trying to kick him away. He didn't seem fazed and just held your hips down. He was much stronger than you, and the more you struggled, the harder his grip became.

"That's it, baby. Squirming like a little slut" he murmured, moving his hand down and under your panties. You shook your head frantically, trying to kick him away again.

"Don't touch me, please" you begged, closing your legs tightly. He looked up at you, his blue eyes darkening with lust. "Steve, get off me!"

"You know, I've seen the way you've looked at me. Like a piece of meat" He was right, you couldn’t lie, you were attracted to him ever since you first saw him. Who wasn’t attracted to him? He was kind and gentle. Even right now after you found out who he really was, you still feel attracted to him. You knew you shouldn’t be. 

“You’re disgusting!” You spat in defiance, you were in denial. 

"You say that now, but I'll have you screaming my name"

"I'll never scream your name, you pervert."

"We’ll see about that, princess.” he murmured, kissing down your stomach. You shivered as you felt his warm breath fanning over your stomach. You didn't want him this close. 

Steve then chuckled as he moving his fingers in circles on your clit. “You don’t want me but why are you already wet huh?” You were shaking your head, trying to get him to stop. But it felt so good. 

Steve then chuckled as he moving his fingers in circles on your clit. “You don’t want me but you sure are wet, darling. So, what is it, hm? Tell me, are you wet because you want me or is it something else?” He pushed a finger inside of you, making you gasp. He began pumping his finger in and out, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Fuck. I've always wondered what you would feel like. So tight and warm." He continued pumping his finger in and out of you, and you tried to hold back a moan. You couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he was pleasuring you.

"Scream my name, princess."

"Never." You said through clenched teeth. 

"That's fine, sweetheart, I can do this all day." He smirked.

You could feel his finger moving inside of you, hitting the spot that made your legs tremble. You tried to hold back a moan, but he knew what he was doing.

"Oh fuckkk," you whispered, a sob escaping your throat. His eyes were dark and hungry, and his movements became rougher.

"That's right, princess, be a good girl for me" he groaned, moving his fingers inside you. You moaned, feeling him thrust his fingers in and out. He moved his lips back to your neck, biting and sucking. He added another finger and curled his fingers inside of you.

You let out a small moan, and he smirked. "Come on, princess, you can do better than that."

He added a third finger and thrust them faster, making your hips buck. He was moving his fingers faster and faster, and you could feel yourself getting closer.

You couldn't stop the moans from escaping. Your body betrayed you.

He continued curling his fingers inside of you, and you felt a pressure building up.

"P-please, st-stop, I don't- I don't w-want" you whispered, a sob escaping your throat. His eyes were dark and hungry, and his movements became rougher.

"What, princess, don't wanna have some fun?"

"No, I-I don't want th-this"

"Stop lying to yourself, princess.” He said as he kissed your cheeks. “You're so pretty like this, Y/N. All vulnerable and defenseless"

"I'm not-"

"Oh, baby, I know. But don't worry, I'll make you feel so good."

"Fuck, Steve"

"That's right, baby, moan my name. You sound so beautiful." He laughed and continued thrusting his fingers. You squeezed your eyes shut as his fingers went deeper, hitting your g-spot.

"Beg me, princess. Beg me to make you come.” he said, moving his fingers faster. Your breathing sped up as he added a third finger, stretching your hole. 

"Screw you!" You refused to beg him, not giving him the satisfaction.

"You will. You'll beg me to make you come, and then you'll beg me to fuck you. You'll beg me to use your body until I've had my fill."

You shook your head, biting your bottom lip. He began rubbing your clit again, causing your legs to shake. You could feel your climax approaching, and you didn't know whether to be relieved or scared. "I can feel how close you are. Say it, princess. Beg me."

Then when you were about to cum, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty. You wanted to cry. "No!" You panted, trying to catch your breath.

"Not yet, princess. You know what I want, princess. Tell me." He purred, licking his fingers clean. You knew what he wanted, you still refused.

He laughed. "You're really gonna make me do this, aren't you?"

You were so confused. You didn't know what he meant. "You're gonna make me show you just how bad you need this."

He got up from the bed and walked over to the closet. He opened the doors and reached inside, pulling out a bag.

"What is that?" you asked, nervously.

He turned and looked at you. He opened the bag and pulled out a long, thin, pink vibrator. Your eyes went wide, you began to tremble. You were terrified. He was going to use that on you.

He held the vibrator up to your face and pressed a button, making it hum. You shook your head at him, "Steve No!"

He walked back over to you and crouched down in front of you. He ran his hand down your thigh, before spreading your legs, "Such a pretty pussy, princess." he murmured, tracing a finger along your folds.

He put the vibrator between your legs, pressing it against your clit.

"Fuck! Don't!" you moaned, trying to get away. He grabbed your hair and pulled you closer to him. "Oh, princess, you're gonna cum on this. Then, you're gonna cum on my cock. And, after that, you're gonna beg me for more."

You let out a sob as he pressed the vibrator harder against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You could feel yourself getting close again. "Please, Steve."

He pressed the vibrator against your clit harder, making you moan. You didn't want him touching you there, but you couldn't stop the pleasure. "Tell me what you want, Y/N"

"Steve, I can't. I don't want it, I can't, please"

"But, you do, princess. You're already wet for me. You want this."

You shook your head, trying to get away from the vibrator. He held onto your hips, keeping you still. He leaned forward and licked your nipple. He sucked your nipple, making you arch your back.

He turned up the intensity of the vibrator, causing your hips to buck. He let go of your nipple and moved the vibrator lower, rubbing it against your entrance.

"Fuck! Stop, Steve. I-I can't. It's too much!"

"Oh, baby, this is nothing. Just wait until I start fucking you."

You were getting closer, the pleasure almost unbearable. "Steve, please. Stop. Please. I can't. I'm gonna-"

He turned up the intensity of the vibrator. "Say it. Or I'll make this last even longer. I'll keep you here all night, and the whole time, I'll be inside you."

You moaned and closed your eyes. "Please… Steve…”

He chuckled. "I like hearing you beg, princess." He turned the vibrator off and moved it back up to your clit. He slowly pushed it into your tight cunt.

"I can't…."

He smirked, "Oh, baby, we've just gotten started."

He turned the vibrator on and fucked you with it. You arched your back and moaned. He grabbed your hair and pulled you up. You let out a whimper as he kissed you, hard. He pulled away and licked your neck. "You're such a slut for me, princess. You will love it when I fuck you."

You shook your head, trying to get him to stop. "Please, Steve. Stop."

He ignored you, thrusting the vibrator deeper inside you.

You were about to cum when he suddenly pulled the vibrator out. "Steve, please, I need-"

Everytime you were close to cum, he would turn the vibrator off,  making you frustrated and horny. "I can do this all day, princess."

You couldn't take it anymore, "Please Steve! Please let me cum, I can't take it anymore, please" You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks. You really needed to cum so bad, he was edging you so hard.

You hated yourself for begging him. He kept the vibrator pressed against your clit, and with his other hand, he began fucking you with his fingers again.

He grinned, "What's the magic word?"

"Please…."

"Wrong answer, princess." He chuckled and stood up. He turned the vibrator on and started walking towards you. He held the vibrator against your clit and rubbed it in slow circles. "Now, be a good girl and spread your legs."

You took a deep breath and slowly spread your legs, revealing your dripping cunt. “Good girl.” 

"Yes, oh god, Steve, please." You were moaning and panting, trying to hold off your orgasm, but he was making it impossible. "I can't hold back much longer, Steve, I'm so close. Please don’t stop." You were moaning, you didn’t care for anything, you needed to cum. 

But the moment you were about to cum, Steve stopped again, and removed the vibrator.

"Steve! No! Fuck!" You screamed, tears pricking your eyes. "What the fuck! Let me cum!"

He laughed, "So desperate. How long has it been since someone touched you like this? I can tell by your reactions that it's been a while." He turned on the vibrator again, “You will cum on my cock, now beg me to fuck you."

You were shaking, crying, "Fuck you, Steve. I'm not doing that."

He laughed, "Oh, I think you will. You're so desperate, Y/N, so close to the edge. You'll do anything to cum." He slowly undid his pants and stroking his cock in front of you. 

Your eyes widened as you stared at his length, you didn't think it was possible for a man to have such a huge cock. But, the sight of him stroking his cock was making you even wetter, and you couldn't help but want him to fuck you.

"Tell me you want me, tell me how much you want my cock."

"Steve, no. Please." You tried to close your legs, but he put the vibrator between them, spreading your lips and pushing the vibrator inside.

"If you don't, I'll just leave you here. Alone. Unsatisfied."

You were quiet, you shouldn’t want him, you should hold a little longer but he was being so good to you. It had been long since a guy made you felt like this. 

"Come on, princess. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me how much you want me inside you. Tell me how bad you want my cock." He grinned as he kissed your clit, “I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want. I’ll fuck you better than any guy you know. I’ll make sure you will never be more satisfied than being with me again."

His words sent it toward your clit, you clenched your pussy hearing him said that. You were frustrated, sobbing, you needed release, and you didn't care about anything. You were going to beg.

 You caved in, "Fine! Fuck me, Steve. Please fuck me. I need your cock, please!"

He leaned forward and kissed you. He bit down on your bottom lip, and you gasped. He chuckled, "I bet you'd let me do anything right now, wouldn't you, princess?"

He turned the vibrator back on and started fucking you with it. You were crying and moaning, begging him to let you cum. You could feel your orgasm approaching, and you couldn't hold back anymore. "Fuck, please, Steve, fuck. I'm so close, I'm gonna cum. Fuck."

"Cum for me, princess.” 

You came screaming, your whole body convulsing. You were shaking and sweating, your body aching from the pleasure.

He turned off the vibrator and pulled it out of you. He kissed your cheek, "Such a good girl. I'm so proud of you, princess."

You were panting, trying to catch your breath. "I hate you."

"You don't mean that, baby. You're just a little overwhelmed. It's okay."

You looked at him, his eyes were soft and gentle, but you knew he was crazy. You were still tied up, helpless, and completely at his mercy. He was going to use his large cock to fuck you, and you couldn't do anything to stop him.

"Don't worry, princess, I'll take care of you. I promise."

He started to untie you and you were confused. Was he letting you go? You tried to scramble to ran away from him but you didn’t get far, he wrapped his arms on your waist lifting you. “Steve! Put me down now!”

He ignored you and brought you back to the bed. He put you down and pinned you, using his body weight to keep you still. "Don't think this changes anything."

He kissed you, hard and hungry. You tried to push him away but it was useless, he was too strong. "Fuck, baby, you taste so good." He kissed down your neck, biting and sucking as he went. He stopped at your breast, taking one nipple in his mouth and the other in his hand.

"Steve, please..."

"You want me to stop, Y/N?"

"Yes!"

"Well, that's too bad. Because I'm not stopping until I'm finished with you. And you're gonna love every minute of it. You're my girl, Y/N. I'm never letting you go.” 

"No, please...don't...stop...don't hurt me, Steve."

He smirked, "I'm not going to hurt you, baby. I'm going to make you feel good."

He let go of your wrists and reached down between your legs. You gasped as his fingers found your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. "God, you're so wet. So wet and ready for me."

"Stop..."

"No. I'm not stopping, princess. You're going to come for me, just like you did with the vibrator. And then, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you all night long."

You tried to wiggle away from him, but it was no use. He was too strong. You tried to kick him, “Princess.” He warned, you stopped your movement, his tone made you scared. 

He then smiled, “Good girl.” 

You were trapped, at his mercy. He was going to hurt you, he was going to fuck you, and there was nothing you could do about it. You were his.

He slipped a finger inside of you, moving it in and out slowly. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight. You're gonna feel so good on my cock."

He added a second finger, stretching you even more. He kept pumping them in and out of you, making sure to hit your g-spot every time. You could feel another orgasm building.

"Oh God...oh fuck, Steve...please..."

"Please what, baby? Do you want me to stop?"

"No...don't stop...fuck, Steve..."

"Tell me, Y/N. Tell me what you want."

"I want...I want you to fuck me."

"You're such a dirty girl, Y/N. You're gonna come for me, aren't you?"

"Yes...oh God, Steve...yes...I'm gonna cum." He fucked you faster, harder, his fingers pounding into you. You couldn't hold back anymore, you threw your head back and screamed his name as you came, your whole body shaking with pleasure.

"Fuck, that's it, baby. You’re so beautiful, princess.” He didn't stop, he kept fucking you, his fingers buried deep inside you. You couldn't believe how good it felt, you had never been fucked like this before.

He kept rubbing your clit, prolonging your orgasm. You were panting and moaning, trying to catch your breath. "That's it, princess. That's it. Just like that."

He moved down and spread your legs wide open. "Fuck, baby. You're so fucking wet."

He licked your slit, tasting your juices. You moaned as he lapped at your folds, sucking and licking like his life depended on it.

He pulled back and looked up at you, "You taste so fucking good, baby. I could eat you all day long."

"Oh, god...please, Steve..."

"Please, what, princess? You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please, fuck me, Steve."

"Fuck, I love when you beg, princess."

His cock was rock hard, the tip leaking precum. He grabbed the base and stroked it a few times before positioning himself between your legs. He lined himself up with your entrance, rubbing the tip through your folds, coating it in your wetness. "Fuck... Steve… It's not going to fit."

"It'll fit, princess. I promise." He slowly pushing inside of you, letting you adjust to his size. It hurt, but the feeling of him stretching you was incredible. He was so big and you felt so full. "God, you're so tight, Y/N. So wet. Do you like my cock, baby? Do you like the way it feels?"

"Oh god, Steve. So full." You moaned.

He started moving, thrusting into you. The pace was slow and steady, letting you get used to his size. "God, you feel so fucking good, princess. So fucking good."

It hurt at first, but the pain soon turned to pleasure. You were moaning, begging him for more. "Steve...faster..."

He grinned, "You want it faster, baby? You want me to fuck you faster?"

"Yes...please...faster..."

He quickened his pace, pounding into you. He grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders, changing the angle and hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars.

"Fuck, yes, Steve!"

"That's it, baby. Scream my name. Scream my name as I fuck you."

"Oh, god...yes...please, Steve... harder!"

He groaned and started slamming into you, fucking you hard and fast. "Fuck, baby. You're such a slut, begging me to fuck you harder."

You were lost in pleasure, moaning and screaming his name. "That's it, baby. Tell me how good it feels, princess. Tell me how much you love it. Tell me how much you love my cock inside you."

"So good, Steve...it feels so good...I love you fucking me, Steve."

"Yeah, you do, don't you? You love being fucked by me huh?" He growled and pounded into you, harder and faster.

"I love it...please, Steve, more..." He felt so good inside you, you should've hating him, but all you wanted was more. You shouldn’t want him but fuck no one ever fucked you this good. "Yes, Steve, oh god, yes. Please fuck me."

"Yeah, baby, I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you hard. I'll fuck you until you can't walk." He began thrusting his hips, fucking you hard and fast. He sped up his thrusts, slamming into you harder and deeper. You were lost in the pleasure, not caring about anything else. All that mattered was him and how good he made you feel.

You were so close, you could feel your orgasm building. "Steve...I'm gonna come."

"Yeah? You gonna come, baby? You gonna come on my cock?"

"Yes..."

"Yeah, you are. You're gonna come all over my cock. You're gonna come for me, baby. Come on, princess. Come for me." He then went to sucked your neck and then bit it, hard. "Rub your clit, baby. Make yourself come. Rub that fucking clit while I fuck you."

You obeyed, reaching down and rubbing your clit. It only took a few seconds before you were coming, screaming his name and digging your nails into his back.

"Fuck, yes, princess. That's it. Come for me."

You were coming down from your high and he was still pounding into you

You moaned and came, your body shaking with pleasure.

He didn't stop, he kept fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging it. You were so oversensitive and it was almost too much, but you didn't want him to stop.

He pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up. "Oh, God, yes, Steve!" He slammed back into you, his pace relentless. "You like that, princess? You like me fucking you?"

"Yes! Oh, God, yes! Don't stop!"

He reached around and rubbed your clit, making you moan even louder. "Come for me, princess. Come for me again. I want to hear you scream."

You were close, you could feel your orgasm building again. He pinched your clit and that was it. You came, screaming his name. He continued to fuck you, not slowing down at all.

"God, I love it when you scream, princess. Keep screaming for me."

You were barely coming down from your orgasm and he was already pushing you towards another one. You couldn't take it, it was too much. You were oversensitive and it was almost too much. He leaned forward and kissed your neck, whispering in your ear, "That's it, baby. Take my cock. Take it all."

"Steve, please...it's too much...it's too much..."

"Shh, princess. I know. I know. But you can take it. You can take it, can't you, baby?"

"Yes..."

"Yeah, I know. I know you can. You're my good girl, aren't you?" He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. "Now, say it. Say you're my good girl."

"I'm your good girl." 

"Fucking right you are." He said and went to fondled your breast while he pounded into you, his pace unforgiving. His trusts became erratic, you knew he was close.

Then you remember, he didn't wear a condom and you weren’t on birth control.  "Please pull out! Don't come inside of me, please! I’m not on birth control!”

He stopped, but didn't pull out. "You're kidding, right? What's the point in fucking you if I don't come inside of that tight pussy of yours? I'm gonna fill you up, make you mine."

You started to panic. "Please, you'll get me pregnant. Please don't come inside of me."

"No, you're mine now. And I'm gonna breed you, just like you deserve. You're going to give me what I want and you're going to take it."

"Please, don't come inside of me." Your breath came in gasps, you couldn't hold back your moans anymore, even though you were crying. You tried to push him off, but he didn't let you, didn't stop fucking you.

"Please, please don't. I'll do anything you want. Please just pull out, I'll let you fuck me every morning. I'll be your good girl, please just not inside." You were sobbing now, but your cunt was dripping.

“Your body says otherwise, princess.” He picked up his pace again. Fuck, you like this, don't you? You're so wet. You want to have my babies, don't you? Fuck, yeah, you're a good girl, begging for my cum."

He felt you trying to pull away and he slapped your ass, hard. "You're not going anywhere, princess. You're going to stay here and take my cock. I’m gonna fuck a baby into you." He moaned, his thrusts were becoming more desperate, his hand left your waist and moved to your clit, rubbing hard.

You whimpered and he slapped your ass again. "Don't fight me, princess. Just let go and enjoy it. You're already mine, and now you're going to have my baby. We're going to have a family, Y/N. You're not leaving me."

You gave up, your body submitting to him. He was in complete control and there was nothing you could do. He kept fucking you, going even faster and harder. "There you go, baby. That's it. Let me take care of you."

Your pussy started to contract and you screamed, a wave of pleasure rolling through you. "Yeah, fuck. I knew you'd like this. Fuck, you're squeezing me, that's it. Take it, take it all, be a good girl and take it."

He moaned and pumped into you harder, until his hips stuttered and his cock pulsed.

"Ahhhh!" You cried as he spilled his seed inside of you, filling your insides. He groaned at the feeling of you, warm and wet, squeezing around him. He let go of your wrists and wrapped both his arms around your waist. 

When he was finished, he stayed inside of you, breathing heavily. "Fuck, that was great. Best sex I ever had."

 When he pulled out, you felt his come dripping down your leg. "We can't waste this, can we?" He thrusted his finger into you, gathering his come. You were still shaking, not able to comprehend what just happened.

He shoved his finger into your mouth. "You'll be a good girl, won't you? Now clean my fingers.”

He shoved his fingers into your mouth, you were too exhausted to do anything, just opened your mouth and let him shove his fingers down your throat.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you and the baby." He whispered. "You'll be the perfect mom."

"Oh, no. We're not done yet." He grabbed your face with his clean hand, and pulled you into a kiss. He pushed his tongue inside of your mouth, tasting his cum. "You're such a good girl. Now, I'll give you a reward."

He got down on his knees and pushed your legs apart, then leaned forward, licking your clit. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue against your sensitive skin, but quickly bit your lip, trying to keep quiet.

He looked up at you. "Don't worry, honey. I love the sounds you make. So sweet. Keep making those noises for me." He moved his tongue over your clit, slowly, teasing.

He licked and sucked at your clit, while you moaned, the sensation almost too much. "I know you're sore, honey. But I wanna hear you come on my tongue. Be a good girl and come for me, can you do that?"

"Yes."

He continued sucking your clit, and moved his hand down to your pussy, pushing his fingers inside. He moved his fingers in and out of your pussy, slowly, but it was still too much.

"Please, Steve, make me come."

"That's my good girl." He moved his fingers faster, sucking harder, rubbing your clit with his thumb. Your moans were louder, your whole body felt hot.

"Steve, oh god, oh god, I'm coming."

You felt him smile against your clit, his tongue moving faster, sucking and licking. Your moans became screams, your legs were shaking, you felt the pressure building in your belly, your whole body shaking. You came hard, squirting on his face.

"You taste so sweet." He got up from his knees, his cock hard again, and pressed it against your pussy.

"Please, not again. It's too much. I-I'm too tired. I can't...I don't have any more energy." 

"I can give you energy, princess" He pushed into you, and you screamed, the feeling too intense. He pulled out and then slammed back into you, setting a brutal pace. He wrapped his arm around your waist, and moved his hips in a circular motion, the pressure in your belly building again.

You sighed, you didn't have any energy left. Steve had been non-stop ever since the day he took you, he didn't give you a single moment to rest. You were always filled with his cum. "You'll enjoy it, princess. You always do."

He started to thrust up into you, and you felt your orgasm building. "Oh, God, Steve!"

"That's it, baby, scream my name."

"Steve! Oh, God, Steve!"

You came, clenching around his cock. He groaned, and you felt him spill inside you, his hot cum filling you up. "Fuck, baby, you're so good."

He kissed you, and you could feel him getting hard inside of you again. "No, Steve, please. I can't..."

"Yes, you can, princess. I know you can."

He started to move again, and you knew you were in for a long night.

You couldn't help but moan, you could feel his thick length filling you up. His cum was still inside of you and it was a warm feeling. You were so tired and he could tell, "One more time, princess, and I'll let you sleep."

He was so big, and he hit all the right spots. You couldn't help but moan, it felt so good.

You had been his prisoner for weeks now and he had fucked you so many times, you lost count. You were covered in his cum, and he didn't let you leave the bed, he was obsessed with breeding you.

You moaned as he thrust deeper into you. He was so big and it felt so good. You were lost in the pleasure, forgetting about everything else. All that mattered was him and the way he made you feel.

"Say you want me to come inside of you."

"I want you to come inside of me, Steve."

“Beg me.”

“Please, Steve. I want your cum. Please fill me up.”

"Good girl." He kept his rhythm, the feeling of his cock inside of you was too much, but it was so good.

"Come for me, be a good girl and come for me."

Your body was shaking, you felt his cock throb and fill you up again, and then you were coming, your legs trembling, your moans loud.

"Fuck, yeah. You're such a good girl, so sweet, coming for me. So tight, fuck. Such a good girl."

His words sent you over the edge, your body convulsing as your orgasm washed over you. He held himself above you, watching your face, while he fucked you. His cock was still inside of you, twitching, the feeling so intense.

"And don't you forget it. You're mine, and no one else is gonna fuck you. Cause you're mine, and I'm gonna keep you pregnant, giving me all the babies I want."

You had been his prisoner for weeks now and he had fucked you so many times, you lost count. You were covered in his mark and seed, and he didn't let you leave the bed, he was obsessed with breeding you.

You didn't have a choice, he wouldn't let you go. He'd fuck you every day, until he had knocked you up. You didn't even want a baby, and he didn't care. He'd do whatever he wanted. You had no choice but to obey him. But he made you feel so good and gentle with you, you couldn't help but enjoy it.

You had given up, the police weren't going to find you. No one was. You were his prisoner, his plaything. And he was going to keep you forever.

But, in a twisted way, you didn't mind. Because he was always there for you, taking care of you, fucking you, loving you. You had never felt this way about anyone before. And deep down, you knew you were falling in love with him.

"I love you, Y/N. And I'm gonna take care of you, and our baby. Forever."

"I love you, too, Steve."

FIN

A/N : So what do you guys think? Let me know in the comments, I want to know about your thoughts! 

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #the winter soldier #captain america #steve rogers x y/n #dark!steve rogers #marvel x reader #steve rogers #dark fic #stockholm syndrome #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic

[spitdrunken]

ugh i NEEEEED more of ur hypnosis content w/ vox!! he goes to waste in the hands of people who have NO IDEA how fucked up and sexy an insecure manipulative control freak stalker with mind control powers is <3

so far, u r the only writer who truly understands his rancid vibe

im glad i am feeding into the EXACT brainrot you want because it's the only brainrot i adore for vox LMAO he's a fucking loser <33

notes: yandere, hypnosis, manipulation

He tries to be so suave about how he's pulling you in, like it's some genius master plan of which he's pulling the strings behind the scenes. But, let's be honest with ourselves here, it's just kind of patchetic. If he's truly as charming as he attempts to portray himself, why would he even have to hypnotise to you in the first place? It's absolutely a 'him issue. Because even if you were to fall for him hook, line and sinker, prostrating yourself in utter adoration every day, he'd still put so-called 'safeguards' in place.

Vox would prefer to start with some smaller triggers. Sure, it'd be possible to have you immediately believe you're in love with him... But that doesn't feel like it's a victory well-earned. It leaves a bad taste in his mouth. Instead, he starts more subtle, leaving triggers through temporarily taking over the screen of your phone.

You think your screen is just glitching out for a moment when it flickers from red to white for a couple of seconds. What you don't know is that you simply don't remember the message left for you in between. He'll plant a seed in your mind, something small, like making you think of him every time you see the colour blue. To you, the association between him and the colour doesn't even register, so, perhaps you'll start to wonder as to why you're thinking about him so often- Perhaps you'll start thinking you have feelings for him.

He'll put you in a trance while you're around your friends or your partner, all because you do something as simple as checking your phone for directions. You end up coming to, alone, vague memories of snapping at your friends and saying horrible things to them flickering through your mind... But why would you do that? It doesn't make any sense! You hadn't been upset at all. But yet, you'd done it, and you keep pushing away everyone around you further and further.

You start to become paronoid, starting to lose your trust in your perception of reality. Memories start slipping through your fingers like sand, and you return to your senses to a long string of texts to nearly all of your contacts, that ends with you blocking them. You know you're in Hell, but your life was already shitty enough. This seems to be a bit too much. You think you're losing your mind.

Of course, it's when you are about your absolute lowest point when sweet, sweet Vox swoops in to save you from yourself. Perhaps you can't trust yourself any longer, but you can trust him... Can't you? A mere snap of his fingers is all that it takes to have you mindlessly nodding along.

#vox x reader #yandere vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #yandere hazbin hotel x reader #yandere #cha.vox #cw.hypnosis #cw.yandere

[imaginedreamwrite]

Frat-bro Friday!

Steve and reader are best friends, she has feelings for Steve but he's unaware and falls for the "new girl" Natasha. He stills values reader in his life but she decides not to come b/w Steve and Nat and leave them. Steve’s and Nat was suppose to be just summer romance, but when reader left, Steve wasn't really himself, Nat feels it, realises he's in love with reader but found out she was pregnant with Steve's baby. They maintain a nice relationship, Steve confides in Nat that he's in love with reader. Baby born, they go their separate ways, still co parenting. 8 years later, when Steve’s daughter was in summer camp he found reader again. From there starts his winning her back.

I'm sorry this is so long. And I couldn't think of more...

There were moments that were forever engrained in your mind that you would look back on through thin perceptions, wishing and hoping with everything you had that you could go back and change how things had played out. The memories that haunted you were phantoms that crept in the corners of your mind, the moments that mocked you were all rooted in one specific time period during university.

He was your best friend, he was an athlete with charm and charisma to sweep anyone off their feet with a single bat of his eyes. Steve Rogers was an all-American kind of boy who was outgoing enough to land him in a goof fraternity yet not so cocky and arrogant to be off putting.

He had the world at his fingertips, he had everything and anything he could have wanted. Your friendship was good, it was strong and unwavering, it was the kind of friendship that could have naturally bled into a relationship, though the odds always seemed to be stacked against you.

First, it was a drunken confession that he had met someone who was beautiful and breathtaking, a student of Russia studies that was the daughter of some diplomat. That confession happened when Steve was in your bed after a night of partying, hanging around you to stave off the possibility of falling into a ditch. the confession had cut through you, it had ripped parts of your heart into thin confetti that turned to ash, it was too late for you and you were left with the decision to either confess and ruin his budding relationship or swallow your feelings.

After the confession, had come the buildup of their relationship, and all the positivity around the ipso-facto it couple. Steve and Natasha were perfect for each other, they had been connected by apparent deeply seeded bonds that caused further damage to your emotionally fragile heart.

“I think i love her.” Steve hd confessed before he and Natasha had went on a trip together, one of the student organized trips to the mountains before the end of the second term. “I wish you were coming with us, we’d have so much fun together.”

Steve didn’t know that you were leaving, he hadn’t anticipated your departure from the school and your transfer to the west coast. You were leaving, you had gotten an internship at a charitable organization you’d been vying for. You couldn’t tell Steve, you couldn’t have dared tell him before his trip.

Maybe it was the coward’s way out, maybe you were taking it easy but you were done being hurt.

He tried calling you when he got back and you were gone, he tried reaching out to you on social media, begging to talk or find you because he needed you, anything at all. One of your friends had told you that he went to your dorm looking for you, that something had happened on the trip that stunned both Natasha and Steve.

Part of you wanted to give in, part of you wanted to call him back and reach out to hear it. But there was a bigger part of you that knew you needed to protect yourself, the part of you that was self preserving.

You didn’t reach out, you didn’t want to hear about his perfect romance with Natasha. You couldn’t have even if you wanted to, even if you had shut down every part of your brain that screamed at you to let yourself heal, you couldn’t have willed yourself to give in.

You lost Steve, he would always be your one regret. And if you could have turned back time, you would have been bolder and more open with your feelings.

** **

The first sound of screaming and squealing had radiated throughout the camp, the first day was upon the staff and counsellors. You were still in the office looking over the plans for the rest of the first day after campers had checked in, only looking up when the bus dropping off nearly all the campers had begun to pull away.

It wouldn’t have been any significant event to steal and hold your attention however beyond the view of the bus was a man helping with his daughters bags. It was the sight of the man that you would have recognized anywhere, even after all the years had passed.

It was as if you were in a daze, you were already headed down the steps with the list of events in your hands. You’d pushed open the door and skipped down the steps in a loud barraging trounce that had stolen both Steve and his daughters attention.

“Hey campers! Who’s ready to check in?” One of the counsellors bounded toward Steve and his daughter, addressing them as well as the campers behind the two.

“Y/N,” he spoke your name like it was a secret that weighed on his tongue, “is that you?”

You gripped the clipboard tightly in your hand and swallowed your words as they built on your tongue. There was so much you would have wished to say, so much you could have said and yet in a moment it had all vanished.

“Natasha, is she here too?” You were aware of his daughter looking between the two of you with a kind of coy smile on her face.

“Natasha…no. She, or rather we-“

“Hi sweetheart,” the counsellor crouched before her with a special lanyard ready for her with her name on it, “if you come with me, we’ll get you set up in your bunk while your daddy signs a form.”

“I’ll see you in a week.” Steve had bent and hugged her tightly, kissing into her hair before he glanced your way. “You’ll be good?”

“I promise, daddy.” She grinned and pulled away, following the counsellor down a path to a set of cabins near the back of the clearing.

When it was Steve and you alone, Steve had cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak before snapping it shut again. He had furrowed his brows and pursed his lips, neither one of you being able to say much.

“Forms,” another counsellor passed you, mumbling under his breath, “get him to sign the forms.”

You lift the clipboard to your vision, spying what needed to be signed and then lowered it once more. You set your sights back on Steve, another half beat of silence before you nodded your head.

“If you wanna follow me into the office…” you turned and walked back up the steps, knowing that he was following you.

You opened the door and let him pass, following him while a flurry of unkempt emotions rose from deep within you. All kinds of unrestricted thoughts that you’d long since buried had risen to the surface until you were left staring at Steve while signed the forms you’d held out for him.

“Natasha and I aren’t together.” Steve dropped the pen with a plop before he ran his hand over his chin. “We didn’t…we co-parent but we’re not-“

“Y/N,” the door opened, one of your team leads poking her head in, “we’re ready for our fearless director.”

“Director?” Steve spoke with admiration. “Really?”

“Really.” You smiled small and drew your eyebrows together.

“I have to go but its been nice-“ “I was wondering if-“

You spoke at the same time, speaking over one another.

“It was nice seeing you again Steve. I have to go.” You stepped around him and headed for the door, one hand on the frame and the other on the handle.

You wait a moment before you stepped outside, leaving Steve alone in the office while a copy of the form was being made for him.

#frat!Steve Rogers #ex-frat!Steve Rogers #co-parent!Steve Rogers #Steve rogers x reader #Steve rogers x reader angst

[adoranoia]

under the cut (again to due length) will be some hcs abt the abilities darkners have as a whole, along w/ info abt boss monsters + the magic ralsei and his family possess(ed)!

darkners as a species have a few natural abilities that are, as you can probs assume, mostly to do with being much more adept in the dark, night vision, for example. but, they also have the ability to control their own forms to a extent. while they cannot change their actual appearance, they are capable of things such as: shadow camouflage/shadow stealth, shadow travel, and are able to squish (or ‘melt’) and stretch to their heart’s content when in this state.

this can all be applied to the royal family too, of course. but, due to being able to draw directly from the dark fountain itself because of their boss monster souls, their power is much stronger then an average darkner, resulting in the ability of ‘umbrakinesis’, the ability to manipulate shadow itself, not just their own form.

this is due to was a process that only the old monarch’s were capable of, usually taking place when a related child reached about eight, since that’s around when a monster’s magic really begins to flourish anyway.

it was done by simply placing one’s arms into the fountains shadowy stream for a short amount of time, allowing it’s power to ‘soak in’, so to speak–dw, it doesn’t hurt, it just feels like warm rushing water, if anything! (though, i wouldn’t suggest ur normal everyday non-boss monster go and try this, their souls wouldn’t be able to handle it, rip!)

the purple stain that’s left behind is generally just called the 'the dark fountain’s mark’, or alternatively, 'catnornu’s mark’, catnornu being a personification of the fountain, and deity-type figure along with the three lightners that created the structure in the first place. (but, well, that’s a different hc for a different day.)

anyway, i hc boss monster soul’s are sort of. the middle ground between human soulsand normal monster souls, each member of the family has a different ‘passive’ type of soul magic. (similar to the differences in human souls, just less powerful, of course.)

for the king of spades, it’s a deep set empathy (light blue), a heightened sense and read ability in others emotions, and possible forthcoming danger. as well the ability to take some one’s physical or emotional pain as his own, letting those feelings melt away under his presence so the other may think a bit clearer.

for the queen of diamonds, it’s the power of natural charisma (light yellow), the endearing nature of a full-bellied laugh, or a sing-song voice. the proclaimed shoot -ing star of the dark world, where even the toughest and grumpiest of darkners find it’s hard to resist the infectious energy the queen gives once she enters a room.

for the prince of clubs, it’s a keen eye and a mind that goes a mile a minute, a photographic memory, a walking encyclopedia with a skill in perception (light green), and curiosity. a boy with a knack for digging up the roots of mystery and solving problems, studying the sciences and history of magic and darkners themselves, recording his finding in self-written journals.

and for ralsei, the prince of hearts, his ability is… imagination. (light pink)

as silly as it may sound–for example, ralsei collects weird odds and ends, pencils, lost buttons, rusted keys, hair ribbons, marbles, etc etc. he uses these in potions, in his charms, they hang off his belt and scatter the walls and shelves of his room.

and, he has a lot of items he’s found over the years that seemingly have magical ability tied to them already. sometimes strange things, such as a comb that casts random spells when you brush your hair. sometimes things that are a bit more practical, such as the scarves he wears, which act as a extra appendage. some times things like his wand itself, what he uses for all his spell work; nothing but a strange looking thorny branch he’d found.

but, the thing is, these things weren’t actually magic before ralsei got his hands on them. he, being himself, finds the magic in lost things, in broken things, in the small things, and that itself is makes them magic. he doesn’t realize he’s the one giving the items magic, he just believes they already are, and that itself is what lets them be enchanted. now, this is not something he could simply force if he did ever figure it out, he couldn’t just will something to be magic, no.

it’s based purely off ralsei’s hope and honest belief, and, thats why most of his magic is able to exist !!!

now, about the spells he actually uses in battle, the ones tied to his music magic… don’t mind me, i’m just gonna ramble real quick! <3

>UPGRADE .

>is casted upon a selected party member to aid them by boosting a random stat. attack, defense, magic, etc etc. >you can only have one target with one effect going at one time, the stat boost wears off after two turns, and you may start anew.

>if effected by upgrade, the party member will have a shimmery golden effect around them. >the song itself is something quick and jaunty.

>costs 10 TP.

>PACIFY .

>can be resisted/fought off, and some people are more susceptible ralsei’s song then others. (ie, most people only dozing off when his lullaby is sung to them directly, but susie seems to doze off whenever she hears it.)

>if successful, it lasts about one full round, meaning you have to spare and/or pacify the rest of the enemies in a somewhat timely manner. (if used outside of battle, it takes about for 5~ to 10~ minutes for the target to wake back up.)

>target will come out of their pacified state will gain the ‘dazed’ status effect, where they’ll have a lowered stats for a few turns. until this effect wears off, the target is unable to be pacified again. >the song itself is something much like a child’s lullaby.

>costs 16 TP.

>ENCHANT .

>can be resisted/fought off, and some people are more susceptible ralsei’s song then others. if successful, it lasts one turn, and allows you to command the enemy to fight/act/spare with other enemies. >symptoms of being under the spell are, literal heart eyes, flushing, day-dreaming, fast heart rate, shortness of breath, sweating, etc etc.

>(not actually a love spell, more so a charm/friends spell, the lovey dovey stuff is just aesthetics, him being the prince of hearts and all) >target will come out of their lovesick state, will realize they were charmed, and become ‘enraged’, boosting their stats temporarily. >the song itself is something slow and hypnotizing, a little ethereal.

>costs 16 TP.

>REVIVE .

>just your basic healing spell, nothing too fancy here, just select a injured or downed party member to heal them a certain amount. >it can, ah… go further, if need be. but let’s not get that point, ok? >the song itself is something soft and welcoming.

>costs 32 TP.

bonus, a quick tl;dr of ralsei’s magic abilities.

(SECONDARY)

>darkness adaptation, darkness mimicry, etc etc, a general darkner ability. >umbrakinesis, and its general/basic capabilities, a general darkner (boss monster) ability, and can be cast without the help of a wand, staff, etc etc. >passive pink soul magic (imagination), can’t be purposefully controlled.

(MAIN)

>song magic, tied to his soul magic, casted either via singing or an instrument, often used intertwined with other abilities.

>general witchcraft, ie. spells, potions, charms, sigils, runes, etc etc, cannot be cast without the help of a wand, staff, etc etc. considered ‘old-fashioned’ magic by modern darkners. >along w/ the stuff above, ralsei’s strong suit is divination; tarot cards, palmistry, tasseography, scrying, etc etc!

>necromancy/bone magic, done with collected non-monster animal bones, things that were already deceased when found. again, considered ‘old-fashioned’ magic by modern darkners. >cannot be cast without help of a wand, staff, use of an altar, or other devices.

#* && OOC #* && RALSEI /// AND A PRINCE FROM THE DARK . #long post tw

[lewismonochromepepper]

Dear diary,

There was certainly an adjustment. When it came to the weavers, Only a few of them seemed to relax enough to be around me, including Greg. Jamila was still angry, which… i wasn’t particularly happy about it, but I couldn’t blame her. The siblings - Oscar and Lila - were less than pleased too. With Lila keeping a distance. I think she was trying to protect her baby because she kept cradling her stomach. I don’t know when she got pregnant, but if she had a husband he wasn’t there. Oscar seemed more distanced mentally. He didn’t talk much, besides asking a few questions. His wife was a lot more curious about it all, mentioning that she thought she saw him a few times while she went to work. We used to be coworkers, the three of us. 

I couldn’t help but blush whenever she commented on one of my features, and how it was so much different than the picture that was stationed in the kitchen. A small memorial was put up In the corner, and she explained that the cooks and staff members missed him dearly. So while there was already a small memorial in the family home in the livingroom, there’s a few more Tucked in various parts of the restaurant. 

I’ll admit, I felt selfish. The fact that it took so long for me to come back, only to find out how much people missed me… I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I was out having adventures myself, but I should have. It’s been weighing on me.

The kids were a mixed bag. they were stationed around the living room, watching him like a hawk, but only a few of them were actually willing to talk to him. The rest of them were mainly quiet, and when they did speak it was about how he changed and such. It was obvious that they were trying to be polite, which hurt a little bit, but I’m trying not to let it get the best of me. I have been gone for about two years, and now to suddenly show up being so different…

Anyway. Other things have been happening as of late. Nothing too drastic, but my clothes have been losing color steadily. And it’s become even more apparent in my world than an Arthurs. As well as the decor in my room. When I first arrived it was bright and the pinks were pigmented and the stuffed animal seemed lively. Maybe it’s just my own skewed perception, but it feels lonesome and tired now. When I step into the room I don’t feel comfort in the brightness of my childhood room, instead I feel… I don’t know.

But I do you know, is that Arthur has been on my mind a lot. I can’t help but miss him, since he was my roommate for so long… And my feelings for him… I don’t know how to feel about it right now. All I know is that I miss him and I want to message him, but it feels too soon. He was injured when I left, it might be a startling change for me to suddenly be gone. I… I feel like I abandoned him.

there’s a few more sentences of words that are in the end scribbled out.

Mono forgot how twitchy his own Arthur was. The man was sitting beside him in the backyard of the restaurant. Which was just a little fenced off area with some patches of grass to the fence to block it from the parking lot. Rose bushes and flowers masked the fence so that way there was a semblance of privacy.

The air felt tense, although mono couldn’t tell if it was because of his own anxiety or if there really was tension between them. But there was for sure an awkwardness. The two would keep glancing over at one another and then promptly looking away. Arthur looked like he had something to sat, opening his mouth and then closing it. Opting to clear his throat

Mono hums lightly. His fingers sliding along the metal tail of the cat pendant that lays over his button up shirt. The special charms ensure that nothing would find him… But Arthur still had a reaction to him.

Mono chews his lip, studying the underside of a bush as he rakes his mind for things to do. Things to talk about. There was the obvious small talk, about Arthur’s van, and his job. Then there was the awkward, of what was happening while he was gone… That was sure to bring up some bad memories considering how the weavers responded to his appearance. He could bring up the others that he had met… Salena and Arthur, Frenzy and Lament, all the Vivi’s and all the Lewis’. Talk about the beach and the cave and… Reverb.

No…. That… monos frown tightened as he tried to imagine how Arthur would respond if he brought any of them up. Maybe he would be upset that mono was being well acquainted with multiple people while they were still here in mourning. Mono would have to bring up like he didn’t return any sooner, and how he was scared and how he was selfish, and how-

“Nice charm you got there.“

Mono bobs to attention and turns to him, his brain scrambles to catch up and understand what Arthur was talking about. Arthur’s face, a little stony, softened the smallest bit. His eyes dipped down to monos chest and then back, and it finally occurred to him. Mono pinched the metal in between his fingers and he held it out a little bit, so that way both of them could get a better look at it.

“Thank you.” He says quietly, a little too quiet. “A friend made it for me. “

“It looks cute. Suits you.”

“Ah-! That’s sweet of you.” Mono smiles softly, thankful for the break in silence as the gears in his head turn as fast as they could. Latching onto this new conversation starter, mono leans his head back and hooks his fingers under the chains of other charms and amulets that were stashed away under his shirt. Unlike his clothes, they still glittered finally with the colors it adorned. The cat charm, a second warding charm, the amulet he was given by a mysterious animal, and a stabilizing charm. Mono holds the centerpieces over his hand so that Arthur can get a good look. Mono smiles with pride as Arthur twists around to peer close. There’s a small question on if Arthur could inch closer, that mono accepted without thought. Now Arthurs leg was now brushing against his own thigh. Butterflies picking up in his chest.

“Mind if I touch them?” Arthur asks, his eyes dropping to something else, “oh, cool ring.”

It’s a shock that he was so surprised by the things that Arthur noticed. Why?? He couldn’t tell. The metallic rainbow metal ring that made his heart skip a beat. His face darkened a little.

Something that Arthur noticed almost immediately. He lets out a soft chuckle that was a mixture between clearing his throat and projecting his voice. “What? You got engaged already without us?” His voice was anything but malicious. But mono’s face dropped and he quickly shook his head.

“No!" Mono haphazardly covers his hand and the other charms. Fidgeting a little with them as he tries to think of a way to explain that could banish the thought from Arthur’s head. But all the damage was already done, and his quick movement has Arthur scooting away a little bit and sitting up straighter.

“Hey, it’s alright? “

“… I’m sorry. But they were just - gifts. Um. Look, see?” Mono holds out his hand and flicks the ring, causing it to spin. Arthur watched with the smallest flicker of fascination, but his movements were stiff. 

Mono cursed himself. He didn’t want Arthur to put his walls up, and yet here he was hurting him regardless. Maybe this was too soon of a meeting. Maybe he should’ve rehearsed it a few more times in his room. Maybe-

“So, who made it? “

Mono swallows, flicking the ring twice until the hollow sound was louder than his rampaging thoughts. He needed to calm down. Now. 

Deep breath. Deep breath. 

“.. Lewis.. breath buddy.” without meaning to, mono stiffens under the hand pressed to his shoulder. It’s secure and firm, and mono focuses on the pressure for a minute. Counting to ten and counting his breaths.

The panic subsided, and Mono's head sinks forward as he calms. “Sorry.” He’s quiet again. It’s almost familiar, acting so rash and being so - messy with his feelings.

“It’s fine. No- no, it’s okay.” Arthur says firmly, eyebrows furrowed together with worry, making a face all too similar to Lance. “It’s - it’s a big change, right? Passing and then - well, moving back. It can be like that sometimes, so - take your time.”

That’s right. Arthur would know better than anyone how uprooting yourself would cause problems, considering how many times his family moved and how he was constantly sent to lance and then taken back, he would know. Mono also knew, even though he only moved once- twice now - but it was the biggest shift he had ever experienced at the time.

Mono frowns still, wanting nothing more than to fall onto his crux of chrome. It used to be so easy, back when he was alive and even a few months ago. 

“Thank you. I’m still sorry. I was hoping I wouldn’t be like this. But I-“ mono chokes out a soft laugh, “I guess I’m still getting used to everything.”

“It’s - it’s okay, Lew. Really. You… well you died, so your temperament changed.” It did. A lot changed. 

“.. I’m glad you’re here right now, Arthur. I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Lew.”

#hiatus writing #mono #wow hes a mess aint he

[mikeyfuckinway]

fine. ill read atyd

#atyd #i love sirius black and remus lupin with my whole self #i cherish them #im actually like 8 chapters in and its so so fucking good #i love this interpretation of remus's childhood #i LOOOOVE THAT HE CANT READ!!! I LOVE HIM!!!! #its like. so cool to me #one thing i take a slight issue with is that it feels like its largely attributed to dyslexia #like ofc that is also impacting it and i love that too #but i wish there was also more weight put on the fact that ig he was somewhat neglected? and he also doesnt actually know how to read #idk thats just how it comes off to me but i love how his intelligence is displayed in other ways #w his memory and perception and his charms #hes so so so good and like #even this early in the story im able to see the clear evolution into the character we see in the movie #like hes so different but the path for growth and change is laid out SOOOOOOOOO SO SO SO FUCJING WELL DUDE LIKE WHAT #THIS WRITING IS ABSOLUTELY NEXT LEVEL NO QUESTION #AND THE RE LATION SHIPS!!!!! #the way they interact feels pretty accurate to boys but the way he and sirius interact with the more maturity of kids who have been- #-subjected to abuse/neglect/trauma #its so so well written and researched im in love #aries.txt #harry potter #sirius black #remus lupin #caps in tags

[mc-lukanette]

"Marinette!" Sabine called from downstairs. "Breakfast is ready!"

Marinette stirred, groaning as she shifted underneath the covers. It was one of the very few days where she didn't have anything in particular to do, so the last thing she wanted was to be woken up so early like her mother had just done to her.

Still, she knew it'd be rude to just lie there without responding, so she threw the blanket off of herself and shouted, "On my way!"

She yawned, far too tired to be in the waking world but forcing herself up anyway. She didn't even bother looking in the mirror, accepting whatever nightmare sleeping with her hair down had caused. It was a lazy day and she was determined to keep it that way, especially with how nice and warm she felt.

It was probably the warmest she'd ever felt, really.

She opened her trapdoor, letting out some variation of "good morning" as she descended the stairs, thankful that the smell of breakfast was enough to keep her moving.

Tom, having just set her plate down on the table, turned to greet her with a smile. "Good morni—"

Marinette stopped short of sitting down when she'd noticed that he'd cut himself off, a silly smile breaking out onto his face. She could even hear Sabine giggling behind her.

"Papa? What is it?"

He propped an elbow onto the table and leaned on it, looking at her with interest. "Thinking about anyone today, Marinette?"

"Huh?" She blinked, completely thrown off by the question and way too sleepy for it regardless. "Uh, not really?" She slid herself into her seat, picking up her fork before immediately dropping it as she noted, "Oh, I guess I am thinking about Luka. I hope he likes the jacket I gave him last night."

Her parents exchanged a glance, making Marinette immediately suspicious. She squinted, retrieving her fork again. "What?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Sabine inquired. Marinette turned to her, confused, and she clarified, "He's actually been waiting outside the side door for a while now."

"Oh." Marinette paused, then straightened on alert, slamming her fork down on the table as mental clarity hit. "Huh?! Why?!"

"He didn't want to come in until you were awake," Tom explained, still grinning away.

She hurried away from the table, groaning and quickly running her fingers through her hair to neaten it. "You should've said so! I would've been up right away!"

She huffed as she rushed out of the room, mentally preparing a scolding for her parents later. It explained the smiles at least; they'd been messing with her.

She nearly tripped on the way down the stairs due to her fast pace, though still stumbled on the last step and nearly plowed into the door because of it. She scrambled to open it, practically throwing it against the wall as she exclaimed, "Luka! Hi!" to the person standing on the other side.

Luka kept on a calm smile, though it had more energy than usual. "Hey, Marinette." He looked down at his jacket, gripping the fabric for emphasis. "I know I could've texted you, but I wanted to tell you in person that it's amazing. I was wearing it all evening and it's one of the comfiest things I've ever worn. I don't know how you did it, but—"

He went to look back up at her, but suddenly choked on his own words, mouth still hanging open as he seemed to really take her in. Marinette, meanwhile, simply blinked, not understanding the pause. She supposed that she looked a little ragged from just getting out of bed, but—

oh, right, she was still in her pajamas.

Immediately, her hands flew to cover any bare skin that Luka wouldn't have been used to seeing, only to be thwarted as her fingers touched fabric, not skin. Confusion settled in for a few seconds before memories of last night returned to her sleep-deprived mind. Hesitantly, her gaze drifted downwards, her face going pale as cold realization washed over her.

She was wearing Luka's hoodie-jacket combo; that's what everyone had been reacting to.

She peered up at Luka, seeing that his eyes were still locked on his clothes she was wearing. Panic spiking, she immediately began taking it off.

"O-oh, wow!" she said loudly. "How did this get here? I'm sorry, there must've been a mistake! I'm so out of it in the morning, and it was really cold out, and my parents woke me up so I was tired, and I guess I just picked your jacket up by accident! Don't you just hate it when that happens? Anyway, here you go!"

She shoved the mass of fabric into his arms, turning on her heel and fleeing in the other direction. She couldn't even take the first few steps before she heard the clothes hit the floor and felt Luka's arms wrap around her waist, pulling her to him and keeping her there. She squeaked, blushing all the way to her ears, but didn't force him away.

"Is that the truth?" he asked quietly, voice heavy with an emotion she didn't dare call hope.

She shifted, trying to swallow her nerves while remaining wrapped in his hold. His tone alone indicated that he knew her story was a lie, and she had already felt bad for lying in the first place. He was just too perceptive, and it was one of the many things she loved about him.

"...N-no," she admitted. "It's not."

He hugged her tighter, burying his face in the spot between her neck and shoulder. She could feel him exhale against her skin and shuddered at the sensation.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, "It was just—you left your jacket and you wear it all the time so I always remember how it felt whenever we hugged or anything, t-then I missed you after you left and I wanted to know how it felt to wear something of yours and it ended up being really w-warm so—" Her voice briefly cracked. "—I slept in it and I know it's weird and I'm sorry again—"

"No," Luka gently interjected.

"H-huh?"

"It's not weird at all, at least not to me," he whispered, his face apparently making a home in her hair. "You don't think I'd wear your jacket all the time if I was shorter than you?"

"Wh—" She blinked, jarred put of her panicked state by that reaction. "Really...?"

"Mhm," he hummed in reply. He paused, thoughtful, then raised his head up to add, "I wish I was, actually, now that I think about it."

"L-luka!" she gasped.

He chuckled happily, apparently unphased by her reaction. It finally registered with her that he was truly, honestly charmed by her wearing his jacket. She'd gotten so used to people judging her that—

...Well, Luka was always the exception.

"T-then—!" She turned her upper body around in his arms, their faces mere centimeters away. "I'll make a jacket that's really big on me, a-and I'll wear it all the time, and then you can wear that!"

His surprised expression melted into a warm smile, and it only then occurred to her how close their faces were. She wasn't sure her face had ever been that close to his, actually. His eyes were the same pretty blue that they always were and his pink lips were twice as tempting when he smiled like that.

"Please do, Marinette," he replied.

Deep down, she knew he was referring to the jacket idea, but her body wasn't listening. Her lips met his, and she didn't have time to doubt the impulse because he immediately kissed her back. His loosened his hug on her so she could comfortably face him, then tightened it right back up to pull her close. She slipped her hands underneath his Marinette-brand jacket, sliding her hands along his back to embrace him in return. Luka hummed contentedly, one hand moving up the back of her shirt to stroke along her spine. Though he was careful not to touch her bare skin, she shivered anyway.

They pulled apart with a soft clicking noise after what was probably far too long when her parents were in the same building as them. Marinette reluctantly pulled her hands away, occupying herself by toying with the fabric of the jacket he was wearing.

"S-s—" She swallowed, knowing it shouldn't have been a hard question considering they'd just made out. "Stay for breakfast?"

He grinned like the absolute dork that he was, his hands moving to hold hers. "Not long enough. Can I stay for lunch too?"

She unintentionally mirrored his grin, nodding eagerly. "Please do, Luka."

He closed the door behind him while she picked up and put his hoodie+jacket combo back on, the two eagerly holding hands as they ascended the staircase.

#lukaneventte: No Context November #Flower Arrangement Shipping #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette

[giorno-plays-piano]

Treasure hunt Part 3

Pairing: dragon!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, forced pregnancy.

Words: 1884.

Summary: No knight would dare to save a sacrificial bride of the dragon.

Part 1

Part 2

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"Don't you dare hurt her!" The boy's desperate voice cut through the heavy silence, and Steve saw his long scaled tail with a razor-edged tip just like his own. "Step away, or I will burn you to ashes!"

Steve's son had his face, child's light blue eyes burning with hatred and pure savagery at the sight of his father, the one who had been chasing him before he was even born. The boy had his golden hair, too, shining in the sun. Everything in his look reminded Steve of himself when he was younger, but he could see your features in the boy's face, and the way he moved, talked and thought was yours, undoubtedly.

"You are my flesh and blood." The man whispered, amazed, confused. "Your fire can't hurt me."

His son sent him a triumphant smile, baring his sharp teeth, and reached out to his pocket to grab an odd small bottle. Oh, Steve didn't like it.

"We'll see about that."

Once the boy opened the bottle, Steve felt a repulsive scent filling his nostrils. It was the goddamn pyrite potion. Once consumed, it would give his son the power to burn both Heaven and Hell. Gods, how did he learn about the potion? Where did he find it? What did he give in return?

"Run." Your weak voice made the boy look at you with both fear and sadness, but then Steve saw determination in his face. "I'll hold him! RUN!"

Your grip on his shoulder became harder, but both of you knew no one could detain Steve here longer - except for his son and the pyrite potion in his clawed hands. His little child was only ten by now, yet he had eyes of a grown man, tired, anxious, desperate. He was well prepared to fight for you, the mother that kept him hidden when Steve roamed the earth, searching for you two for more than a decade.

The deep hatred in his child's eyes made the man shook.

"You can burn half of your face with that." The dragon said, pointing to the little bottle carefully with his human finger.

"If it means the world will get rid of you, I'm ready to burn myself, too."

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Steve woke up with you hovering above him and shaking him by the shoulders in distress. His face was wet - apparently, he had been crying in his sleep, horrified by the pure nightmare he saw, the image of his son drinking the pyrite potion in front of him forever captured in his memory. Looking at your face pale with worry, the dragon wept and snuggled against your round belly. It was all a dream. It did not happen. Yet.

He let out a loud cry and kept his eyes shut while you were caressing his soft hair, afraid to  ask for an explanation as he was shaking against your body. You didn't understand what was happening to him, but he felt too weak to talk.

His own son was ready to kill himself if it meant Steve would stop following him and his mother. His dear little child became so hateful and bitter he wanted nothing else than to see his father's death.

What had Steve done? How much did he hurt his boy and you to make the both of you hate him to such extent?

He couldn't bear to think of it.

"It is alright." You cooed lovingly and pressed his blond head to your bulging belly. "It is alright, dear. You're safe. I'm here with you."

Steve felt deeply disgusted at himself, listening to your lovely voice: he was the one whose rile was to keep you safe and sound, and yet he abused you instead, locking you inside his cave, making you do what you were told, forcing you to bear his child. He believed you grew to love him, but was it true? What choice did you have rather than submitting to him?

He had been blind, thinking he could make you love him. Love couldn't be forced. He had to earn it.

"I'm sorry." He uttered, afraid to look at you and keeping his eyes shut. "I'm sorry!"

You froze on the spot, unsure of what you just heard. Did he apologize? Why? For what? What did he had to do to apologize for it? You couldn't remember the last time he said sorry to you, regardless of what he did. He thought he had always been right, always. To think of it, he hadn't been too cruel to you, but you had never pushed him to. As soon as you realized his power was absolute, you gave up, not willing to risk it. Your first attempt to flee failed because of the dragon fruit you'd eaten the day you met Steve, and all other attempts were worthless as you couldn't leave the cave without his permission. What else could you do? No magic treasure of his was able to kill him, his scales and ancient dragon charms protecting him fully.

You had to live with it. Thankfully, Steve had treated you kindly once you stopped rebuffing him, even taking you outside with him when he deemed it useful to keep you healthy and content.

What was he saying sorry for, though? You didn't believe he had finally felt remorse after many months of keeping you with him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sor..." He kept whispering feverishly until you bended over and kissed the top of his head, concerned with his state. "What have I done? What have I done?"

You didn't know what dark thoughts he harboured, but you were frightened. You had never seen him like that. You wished you knew what he was thinking.

"It's alright, darling. You're going to get better."

"No, no!" He cried softly, kissing your belly over and over again. "It's all my fault. If it's going to happen, it's all my fault."

Ah, he probably saw something terrible in his sleep. That was it, you thought. Of course, what else did you expect from Steve? He wasn't human. You doubted he knew what it was like to be trapped against your will, even if you had feelings for him. He had never obeyed anyone and lived free as a jaybird. Steve was the one and only King who ruled over these lands, what could he know about your fears and pain?

"It wasn't right. What I've done... it wasn't right. I'm sorry, my love, I'm sorry, for I have hurt you."

Your eyes flew open at his words when you stared at his soft golden hair, running your hand over his lovely locks. Gods, what did he see in that nightmare of his? What had forced these words out of his mouth?

"I should have never made you to stay against your will..." Steve's cries had finally ceased and he lifted his head, his face red and puffy, blue eyes glowing in the dark. "I have been blind. I... I give you my word, I will not make you stay here any longer."

"W-what are you saying, Steve?"

Would he let you go? Would he let you return back to people instead of locking you in his dungeon? For the moment you forgot how to breath, watching the dragon with both fear and an odd excitement.

"You said you were travelling before the villagers took you away, didn't you?" He sounded calmer, but his heated gaze showed he was still agitated as his palms gently brushed against your belly. "Do you want to travel again? Do you want to see the world?"

"Yes!" Your answer was immediate, your eyes sparkling with happiness - he hadn't seen you so joyful for a long time.

"Then we will leave tomorrow morning." He whispered and moved up, sitting close to you on your spacious bed high above the ground, furs and blankets all over the bedsheets. "I will take you to the East to show you the most attractable secrets of the Orient. Or would you like to fly up to the South to see the Great Ocean? The Sacred Mountains of the Northen island? Would you want to see the waterfalls of the Acient?"

"Yes! I want to see them all!" Tears of joy filled your eyes, and Steve smiled at you, cupping your face with his hot hands. "Let's do it, my love! Let's leave this place for good!"

Then he leaned forward to you and left a tender kiss on your forehead, brushing away your hair. You looked so cheerful, contented, extremely pleased with him like never before. It was so easy to make you happy, yet he had always thought you were happy enough with him in that cave of his, stuffed with all those things you cared little for. Why was he so stuborn? Why had he forgotten what his own mother had taught him when he was a boy? He had forgotten what the true kindness meant.

"'Tomorrow morning we will leave." The dragon assured you, leaving little kisses on your face here and there, his eyes welling up. "Don't worry, you won't have to ride me as you did when I brought you here, I will make you... a rickshaw! A cart of some kind where you'll be safe and sound."

Amazed at his enthusiasm, you burst out laughing and shook your head, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. You didn't know what he saw in his dream, but you were ready to keep thanking the gods for eternity for sending the dragon this nightmare. You were free to leave. You could see the world as you had always dreamed, a dragon at your side to protect you and the child growing fast in your belly. You couldn't pretend you wanted to abandon your own child and the man who, aside from keeping you captive, loved you like no one else did. If only Steve was more perceptive of what he was doing, realizing he might be wrong instead of claiming he always knew what was better for your and the child...

But maybe you had a chance to make him understand now. Maybe from now on everything would be different.

"We need to sleep, sweetheart." Steve whispered gently, helping you to lay down on the side - your big belly didn't let you to sleep on your back. "We'll have a lot to do tomorrow."

"Yes." You answered and snuggled closer to him, his breath tickling the top of your head. "Yes, my love. Sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams."

Watching you close to him, Steve let out a loud breath, finally calming down. Yes, it was right. He needed to take you away from this place. He needed to give you the life you always wanted and make you happy so you would never leave his side. He needed to raise his child with affection and care, watching him grow as a boy loved deeply by his parents, not a little fugitive with a heart full of hatred and desire to kill. The boy didn't deserve a future like this. No one did.

"I will never let it happen." The dragon whispered after making sure you fell asleep. "The stars of heaven shall fall, but I will never make you suffer this fate."

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Tags: @finleyjayne  @alexakeyloveloki ​ @helenaeisenhower @villanellevi @hurricanerin​ @lovelydarkdaydream

#steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers #steve rogers #captain america #yandere

[legendcrown]

under the cut (again 2 due length) will be some hcs abt the abilities darkners have as a whole, along w/ info abt boss monsters + the magic ralsei and his family possess(ed)!

darkners as a species have a few natural abilities that are, as you can probs assume, mostly to do with being much more adept in the dark, night vision, for example. but, they also have the ability to control their own forms to a extent. while they cannot change their actual appearance, they are capable of things such as: shadow camouflage/shadow stealth, shadow travel, and are able to squish (or ‘melt’) and stretch to their heart’s content when in this state.

this can all be applied to the royal family too, of course. but, due to being able to draw directly from the dark fountain itself because of their boss monster souls, their power is much stronger then an average darkner, resulting in the ability of ‘umbrakinesis’, the ability to manipulate shadow itself, not just their own form.

this is due to was a process that only the old monarch’s were capable of, usually taking place when a related child reached about eight, since that’s around when a monster’s magic really begins 2 flourish anyway.

it was done by simply placing one’s arms into the fountains shadowy stream for a short amount of time, allowing it’s power to 'soak in’, so to speak–dw, it doesn’t hurt, it just feels like warm rushing water, if anything! (though, i wouldn’t suggest ur normal everyday non-boss monster go and try this, their souls wouldn’t be able 2 handle it, rip!)  

the purple stain that’s left behind is generally just called the 'the dark fountain’s mark’, or alternatively, 'catnornu’s mark’, catnornu being a personification of the fountain, and deity-type figure along with the three lightners that created the structure in the first place. (but, well, that’s a different hc 4 a different day.)

anyway, i hc boss monster soul’s are, sort of… the middle ground between human souls and normal monster souls, each member of the family has a different ‘passive’ type of soul magic. (similar to the differences in human souls, just less powerful, of course.)

for the king of spades, it’s a deep set empathy (light blue), a heightened sense and read ability in others emotions, and possible forthcoming danger. as well the ability to take some one’s physical or emotional pain as his own, letting those feelings melt away under his presence so the other may think a bit clearer.

for the queen of diamonds, it’s the power of natural charisma (light yellow), the endearing nature of a full-bellied laugh, or a sing-song voice. the proclaimed shoot -ing star of the dark world, where even the toughest and grumpiest of darkners find it’s hard to resist the infectious energy the queen gives once she enters a room.

for the prince of clubs, it’s a keen eye and a mind that goes a mile a minute, a photographic memory, a walking encyclopedia with a skill in perception (light green), and curiosity. a boy with a knack for digging up the roots of mystery and solving problems, studying the sciences and history of magic and darkners themselves, recording his finding in self-written journals.

and for ralsei, the prince of hearts, his ability is… imagination. (light pink)

as silly as it may sound–for example, ralsei collects weird odds and ends, pencils, lost buttons, rusted keys, hair ribbons, marbles, etc etc. he uses these in potions, in his charms, they hang off his belt and scatter the walls and shelves of his room.

and, he has a lot of items he’s found over the years that seemingly have magical ability tied to them already. sometimes strange things, such as a comb that casts random spells when you brush your hair. sometimes things that are a bit more practical, such as the scarves he wears, which act as a extra appendage. some times things like his wand itself, what he uses for all his spell work; nothing but a strange looking thorny branch he’d found.

but, the thing is, these things weren’t actually magic before ralsei got his hands on them. he, being himself, finds the magic in lost things, in broken things, in the small things, and that itself is makes them magic. he doesn’t realize he’s the one giving the items magic, he just believes they already are, and that itself is what lets them be enchanted. now, this is not something he could simply force if he did ever figure it out, he couldn’t just will something to be magic, no.

it’s based purely off ralsei’s hope and honest belief, and, thats why most of his magic is able to exist !!!

now, about the spells he actually uses in battle, the ones tied to his music magic... don’t mind me, i’m just gonna ramble real quick! <3

>upgrade .

>is casted upon a selected party member to aid them by boosting a random stat. attack, defense, magic, etc etc. >you can only have one target with one effect going at one time, the stat boost wears off after two turns, and you may start anew.

>if effected by upgrade, the party member will have a shimmery golden effect around them. >the song itself is something quick and jaunty.

>costs 10 TP.  

>pacify .

>can be resisted/fought off, and some people are more susceptible ralsei’s song then others. (ie, most people only dozing off when his lullaby is sung to them directly, but susie seems to doze off whenever she hears it.)

>if successful, it lasts about one full round, meaning you have to spare and/or pacify the rest of the enemies in a somewhat timely manner. (if used outside of battle, it takes about for 5~ to 10~ minutes for the target to wake back up.)

>target will come out of their pacified state will gain the ‘dazed’ status effect, where they’ll have a lowered stats for a few turns. until this effect wears off, the target is unable to be pacified again. >the song itself is something much like a child’s lullaby.

>costs 16 TP.

>enchant .

>can be resisted/fought off, and some people are more susceptible ralsei’s song then others. if successful, it lasts one turn, and allows you to command the enemy to fight/act/spare with other enemies. >symptoms of being under the spell are, literal heart eyes, flushing, day-dreaming, fast heart rate, shortness of breath, sweating, etc etc.

>(not actually a love spell, more so a charm/friends spell, the lovey dovey stuff is just aesthetics, him being the prince of hearts and all) >target will come out of their lovesick state, will realize they were charmed, and become ‘enraged’, boosting their stats temporarily. >the song itself is something slow and hypnotizing, a little ethereal.

>costs 16 TP.  

>revive .

>just your basic healing spell, nothing too fancy here, just select a injured or downed party member to heal them a certain amount. >it can, ah… go further, if need be. but let’s not get that point, ok? >the song itself is something soft and welcoming.

>costs 32 TP.

bonus, a quick tl;dr of ralsei’s magic abilities. 

(SECONDARY)

>darkness adaptation, darkness mimicry, etc etc, a general darkner ability. >umbrakinesis, and its general/basic capabilities, a general darkner (boss monster) ability, and can be cast without the help of a wand, staff, etc etc. >passive pink soul magic (imagination), can’t be purposefully controlled.

(MAIN)

>song magic, tied to his soul magic, casted either via singing or an instrument, often used intertwined with other abilities. >general witchcraft, ie. spells, potions, charms, sigils, runes, etc etc, cannot be cast without the help of a wand, staff, etc etc. considered ‘old-fashioned’ magic by modern darkners. >along w/ the stuff above, ralsei’s strong suit is divination; tarot cards, palmistry, tasseography, scrying, etc etc!

>necromancy/bone magic, done with collected non-monster animal bones, things that were already deceased when found. again, considered ‘old-fashioned’ magic by modern darkners. >necromancy is heavily intertwined with mediumism, cannot be cast without help of a wand, staff, use of an altar, or other medium devices.  

#* && OOC #* && RALSEI /// AND A PRINCE FROM THE DARK . #long post tw

[ase-trollplays]

-- capriciousThespian [CT] began trolling sultrySiren [SS] --

-- capriciousThespian [CT] began trolling sultrySiren [SS] --

CT: Good evening, Maeron. How are you doing tonight?

SS: Ju§t wonderful, @ctu@lly. ;] I’m gl@d it’§ you tonight. Comedy i§ §o dr@ining.

SS: @nd he better be telling the truth @bout being done h@r@§§ing Thiomi or I’m bre@king both of your leg§.

SS: C@n’t §t@lk her if you c@n’t w@lk. ;]c

CT: Yes, he’s being honest. Like you, I pity the woman he’s spontaneously fallen for. I give him two weeks before he makes her regret it.

SS: Re@lly? Two week§?

CT: You’re right. That’s putting too much faith in him. Make it two nights.

SS: I give him two hour§.

SS: So wh@t’§ on your mind? You’re not §omeone who chit ch@t§ @nd t@lk§ ju§t for the §@ke of t@lking. I know you h@te th@t.

CT: I thought you might be pleased to know that I’ve also got someone new in my life, since you’re always nagging me to make friends.

SS: Oohhhh?? ;0 @lright, §pill. Who i§ it?

CT: Her name is Sefalo. She’s a violet and unusually chipper and friendly, if a touch naïve.

CT: Well, more than a touch, actually.

CT: We’ve been in contact for roughly a perigee and a half now, and it seems like she has no intention of leaving.

SS: You did the impo§§ible. You found @ troll th@t’§ immune to your dour, @nti§oci@l @ttitude. I never im@gined you @§ the type to befriend @ little r@y of moon§hine, but th@t’§ §o cute! x]

CT: Yes, yes, I’m an insufferable prick. How does anyone ever tolerate me?

SS: @lcohol @nd @n iron will.

SS: @ll joking @§ide, I’m §o h@ppy for you. It’§ @bout time you exp@nded your little §oci@l circle.

SS: Doe§ §he know @bout Comedy?

CT: Yes. He made it a point to introduce himself to her and lay on the charm and flattery. Knowing him, he was trying to work his way into a quadrant with her, likely out of jealousy.

CT: However, ever since he “found a new muse,” he’s more or less started ignoring her.

SS: Th@t mu§t h@ve been confu§ing for her @t fir§t §eeing you @ct completely different th@n you did when you fir§t met her.

CT: Actually, she knew immediately that he wasn’t me, much to our surprise. She was actually quite upset at him for pretending to be me, though once he explained everything, she calmed down.

SS: The f@ct th@t §he picked up on th@t §o quickly i§ impre§§ive. Even I h@d trouble telling you two @p@rt in the beginning. For §omeone so n@ïve, §he’§ incredibly perceptive.

CT: In that one single instance, yes. I wish that perception wasn’t situational or she might not have gotten herself into so much trouble.

SS: §he’§ in trouble? Wh@t’§ wrong?

CT: it’s nothing. I shouldn’t have even said that.

SS: Well you did, §o tell me wh@t’§ going on.

CT: You won’t believe me. I barely believe it.

SS: Ju§t tell me!

CT: Against my multiple warnings, she made a deal with an eldritch horrorterror squid, and now it’s gradually possessing her and ruining her mind.

SS: W@it, there’§ more th@n one horrorterror on @lterni@??

CT: Apparently.

SS: How i§ th@t even po§§ible?! Why h@§n’t the empre§§’§ pet terror killed it or driven it @w@y or §omething?

CT: Who fucking knows or cares. All I care about is that it’s slowly destroying my friend, and I can’t help her.

SS: There h@§ to be §omething you two c@n do.

CT: I doubt it. The only thing I can see working is killing it, and I’m neither foolish nor naïve enough to think I or anyone else can kill a horrorterror.

CT: The worst part is I can’t tell her any of this.

SS: Why would you h@ve to tell her? §he know§ wh@t §he did @nd wh@t’§ h@ppening to her. Being po§§e§§ed @nd mindfucked i§n’t ex@ctly ignor@ble.

CT: It makes her forget. Every time that thing takes over her, she has no memory of it happening. She’s completely oblivious to it.

SS: @nd you c@n’t tell her wh@t’§ h@ppening bec@u§e...

CT: I tried. It took over her and told me in no uncertain terms that if I attempt to stop it, it’ll kill her. Just to add insult to injury, it’ll make her think I’m the one that did it in her final thoughts.

CT: It’s always present in her mind, seeing and hearing everything she does at all times. I don’t know what’s safe to say and what isn’t. I don’t want her to be killed because of me. She doesn’t deserve that.

CT: I hate this. I fucking hate this. My friend is in danger, and I’m completely powerless to to anything about it. I just have to watch and let it happen otherwise she’ll die.

CT: I feel so helpless. It’s maddening!

SS: You re@lly c@re @bout her.

CT: Of course I do. I’m not heartless.

CT: She’s the closest friend I’ve had since Thiomi. I desperately don’t want to lose her.

SS: §onj@, @re you p@le for her?

CT: I don’t know. I know she’s pale for me.

SS: You’re cle@rly protective of her if you’re thi§ up§et. Do you feel more @t e@§e or h@ppy when §he’§ @round?

CT: Yes, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m pale. It’s natural to feel better when friends are around and to not want them to get hurt.

SS: You’ve never been th@t w@y with me. ;/

CT: I don’t need to be. You’re more than capable of taking care of yourself. Sefalo isn’t. Just look at this mess she’s gotten herself into. She needs someone to look out for her and try to keep her safe.

SS: ;]c

CT: I’m pale for her, aren’t I

SS: §ound§ like it to me, which me@n§ you’ve fin@lly moved on from Thiomi. Congr@tul@tion§, I’m proud of you.

SS: I §@y we celebr@te! W@nt to meet @t Phon’§ j@zz club?

CT: That’s your kismesis, right?

SS: Ex-ki§me§i§, @ctu@lly. We §t@rted getting @long too well and our riv@lry fizzled out, §o now we’re ju§t friend§.

CT: I see. Well, I’m sure you’ll make some unlucky troll very miserable again some night.

SS: Oh, I know. I’m @ c@tch, @fter @ll. ;] Wh@t mort@l c@n re§i§t @ godde§§~

CT: What is a goddess to a non-believer?

SS: §hu§h. Ju§t meet me @t the club, dork. You remember how to get there, right?

CT: Yes, yes. I’ll see you soon.

SS: You better, or I’m coming to get you. XP

-- sultrySiren [SS] gave up trolling capriciousThespian [CT] --

#pesterlogs #sultrySiren #capriciousThespian #also gonna tag this as #Inkpen

[animegenork]

Fruits Basket Season 2, Episode 20

[Apologies for posting this late, friends! It’s been rough getting myself off my ass so I can pack for moving this Saturday, not to mention a general lack of motivation to do anything. But once again, here I am! Let’s get into it.]

I’m almost pissed that we didn’t get quite to what I thought we were gonna get into, but the thought of the blessed moment coming this next episode shall keep me going.

Okay, so almost right off the bat we have Yuki with the student council again (after some stuff about the play they’re doing in their class - which ohmygosh I can’t wait for THAT). As a sidenote, I really love that Takaya gave the student council so much screentime, because Yuki joining as the president was a really hard decision for him, and it would’ve been a bit undermined had she not focused on that part of his life. But she did, and so we get plenty of quality scenes with the wonder that is Kakeru!

Kakeru is only seeing the bare bones of Yuki in this episode (and will see much more in the next episode), but when he asks Yuki about his relationship with his parents, Yuki explains it as being like a shirt that’s buttoned up wrong. This is such a clever metaphor, and so accurate, that it’s a wonder it took us over forty episodes to hear it.

We don’t get to dwell on it too much, because we see Machi in the process of wreaking havoc in the student council room. Instead of shock, Kakeru takes this all in stride, to Yuki’s surprise (he thought he was the only one to have seen this), and tells him he’ll take care of it. What I admire most about Yuki is how he handles this situation. Naohito wants to make a big deal about it, and Yuki tells him to forget about it and move on. He knows that something’s up with Machi, but he’s not about to pry. In a way, he’s picked this up from Tohru - she won’t directly ask you what’s wrong most of the time, and will instead try to move past it and wait for you to come to her. Yuki knows that there’s nothing to be done about this and Kakeru’s got it, so he leaves it in his VP’s hands. That not only speaks of Yuki’s trust in Kakeru, but of his respect of Machi’s boundaries. Our little boy’s growing up. ;w;

When Yuki returns, the room isn’t much cleaner, but he does get more insight into Kakeru’s connection to all this. He and Machi are half-siblings (although the sub said “step-siblings” at some point, which is... interesting) and were embroiled in this battle of succession in some company. Kakeru explains that at some point, he realized that he doesn’t want to be part of this whole thing, and so he was freed from it. He starts to realize, through Yuki’s buttoned shirt metaphor, that perhaps Machi’s not free from it. Maybe that’s why she keeps letting it out by destructive means. But, Yuki tells him, you can’t choose your parents. And your parents can’t choose you (unless they’re adopting you BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT AT HAND). It’s an interesting little scene that I don’t think we get much expansion of just yet. It’s one of those things that’s not necessarily glossed over in Fruits Basket, but it passes by so quickly that you start to wonder what you just learned...

We get a brief scene of Yuki with his mother, who has apparently been changed by her last interaction with her sons (plural because Ayame). She expresses a brief bit of concern at Yuki getting a phone, telling him not to spend too much time on it (which is adorable). He’s surprised by this, understandably, but in a way, it makes him kinda happy to see something like this from the woman who never seemed to care before.

I think it’s a bit late for her to start being a mother, but at least Yuki’s optimistic.

We see some funny tidbits of Kakeru Causing Chaos (i.e. he’s such a little gossip about something he knows can’t happen) before we get to the next bit. Machi apologizes for the trouble she caused, and Yuki asks her to put herself out there more. This is pretty interesting for him to say, especially since he was, more or less, exactly like Machi for a good part of his life and even at the beginning of the series. Might Tohru have rubbed off on him a bit?

Next we see Kyo being such a cutie about having to be the Prince Charming to Hanajima’s Cinderella (I’m still cackling), and Yuki gets to reflect just a little bit more on what exactly Tohru means to him. (We also get a really cute shot of Tohru smiling at Kyo and Kyo trying not to lose his shit.)

When Yuki returns to the Student Council, he gets locked in the storage room. Normally this is fodder for shenanigans, but he’s alone, so no shenanigans are involved. (Though I want to know why this room isn’t better taken care of - the former president must’ve spent too much time getting up in everybody’s faces about harassing Yuki and/or having Haru’s strangely colored hair.) By accidentally knocking over a paint can, foolishly left open, Yuki flashes back to Akito saying some cruel things to him that shook him up more than we probably realized at the time when that particular episode aired. I’d even venture to say that one memory of Akito led to many others, especially in a room that dark.

So for once, someone that’s not Tohru rescues him.

Machi busts in with a chair (total badass, this woman), and asks if he’s okay. You can see in her face that she knew exactly how not okay Yuki was. Their pain isn’t the same, but they somehow recognize it in other people, including each other, and I think that’s a very valuable skill in people. Machi even directly says, “I thought you wouldn’t want to feel anxious,” which says a lot about her own experiences if she picked up on that. It’s not like Machi’s even seen Yuki in any kind of negative state either - so perhaps she has Shigure-level skills of perception, hmm?

We cut outside, and it’s setting up for a bro moment between Yuki and Kakeru. Yuki admits that painful memories came up in that dark storage room, and he gets ready to finally lay it all bear to someone. He hasn’t even told “that person” (who is very clearly Tohru just based on how she appears right after).

And that’s where we end.

These damn cliffhangers.

Once again, friends who didn’t read the manga: hold on to your seats. Next week, you might be in for a huge surprise. ;)

#fruits basket #furuba #yuki sohma #tohru honda #kakeru manabe #machi kuragi #some fun stuff coming up #i've been waiting like two months for this #i can't wait a few more days #classes start next week for me so we'll see if i can do this in a timely fashion next time

[haurchefantblog]

Shadi'ra Amariyo

1. Shadi's anger is mostly proportionate to the situation. He doesn't like seeing people mistreated though and is sensitive to certain circumstances that make him react w more hostility.

2. Maybe not believe. He hopes? He really hopes there is someone out there for him whether it is a soulmate or not. Someone to ease his loneliness. He thinks it's a nice idea.

3. Bullies. He hates seeing the strong pick on those weaker than they are.

4. His happy place is a memory he made up as a child of his "real family" happy together in a modest home with a strong hearth". It was a thought that soothed him to sleep when he was little and at the "orphanage".

5. Maybe with Moss in LA Noscea. Her family unofficially adopting him. Future will be when Kokho finds him and brings him to his real family. Also when he saved Eorzea and finally felt like he did something right. Like his life mattered after all.

6. He was okay in the South Shroud with his caretaker but he wasn't happy because he didn't feel a sense of belonging. He ran away when he was about 14 and btwn then and meeting Moss when he was 16 were some really awful and rough years for him.

7. Shadi doesn't have money lol. He is generous with his friends but isn't looking to buy anyone's favor. He doesn't like others buying for him. He's been taken advantage of while drunk before so he doesn't trust ppl plying him with alcohol.

8. Before he was a rogue he was a scrapper and lost most fights so he has had fingers/hand broken, arm, and his nose.

9. Sometimes he wants to forget he had a family. It's painful to dwell on. The years in Limsa before he was under Moss' family's protection are also repressed often. I haven't gotten far enough in his story but there are definitely moments post arr that Will wreck his soul.

10. He remembers being about 4. His mother was still alive. He remembers crying and being held against her, and the warmth it brought him. He has not felt it since.

11. Quick to laugh, kind. Someone who doesn't make him feel less than. He's not got very high standards bc he's not been treated very well.

12. His first set of daggers given to him by Jacke when he joined the rogue's guild. Being allowed to join the guild meant the world to him and the daggers remind him of how far he's come but also that feeling of family and acceptance the guild provided for him.

13. His forehead tattoo. He thought it was a skin mark but it's ink and he has no recollection of getting it. He has on several occasion been very close to getting inappropriate tattoos in even more inappropriate locations. Moss' mom/Moss saved him every time.

14. Ear piercings. Tongue piercing. He loves piercings. He wants more.

15. A small humble home with a warm fire and a family that loves him. Preferably on the coast, but close, to a city.

16. He's a good cook. He picks up recipes really easily. He has very good instincts when it comes to timing and spices/portions.

17. Shadi is insecure about giving gifts, bc he never had much to give. He's definitely the type to poorly wrap up some money and call it a day.

18. He's actually really good at stealing and he knows he shouldn't be proud of it but he's so damn dextrous and nimble.

19. "he's weird and kind of annoying crybaby that talks too much"

20. "He's more intuitive than I would have guessed. Too intuitive. He's sharp." "He's a sweet boy with a sensitive heart. Cries a bit too much though" "He's got the makings of a true hero if he can stop holding himself back."

21. You name them he's got them. He's worried he's going to annoy or anger anyone that gets close to him so he kinda unwittingly keeps most at arms length despite desperately wanting connection. He's really worried he is going to end up failing as the WoL and become shunned again. He hates his thing eyebrows and that's why he started having moss draw them in for him.

22. Highest skill stat is probably speed. He had a lot of practice running out of harms way and the rogue’s guild honed that skill. His highest non physical stat is perception. To be honest even he doesn’t realize this but he has good instincts. Also a little bit of luck. His charm is hit or miss tbh. 

23. Depends on the lie. He could brush off smaller lies or white lies, but huge lies, even if they were for his “Safety/protection” it’s like..how could you sit there and look at him and do that to him? It’s more of a matter of character and if he trusts you and you lie, you broke that trust. 

24. Cold. He enjoys the cold. Rain or snow he’s not hugely fond of but he can deal with it. Heat kills him. The second he breaks out into a sweat he’s crying. Another reason he hates Forgotten Springs. 

25. He is bursting to say it but never has, that he can remember. He loves Moss/Moss’s mom. But he never really said the words. He tried to show it with actions. He’s definitely in the “actions speak louder than words” dept wrt that but he’d love to be able to say it. And he will one day ;)

26. He whines and cries all the time about random stuff but he doesn’t really confide in anyone. He confided in Moss but she never really understood the depth of it, which is probably why he did it. She felt safe to tell things to. He’s too insecure to bare himself to other people like that. 

27. Yes. He often doesn’t feel remorse when he’s witness “bad guys” die. When he’s killed in defense or for his work with the Scions. He will be devastated when Nanamo “Dies”. And Haurchefant, and Wilred, and all the people who die who touch him in some way and leave him alone again to deal with the pain of loss. 

28. Yeah under his arms and his ribs he’s super ticklish. 

29. He’s got an average pain tolerance. But he’ll start whining at the slightest pain anyway. 

30. He wishes he could really tell Kan-E Senna what he thinks of her “leadership” and the horrors that his kind has to face in the Shroud on a daily basis because she’s too up her own ass to deal with the ramifications of racism and prejudice in Gridanian society and too “pacifist” do to anything about it anyway. 

31. This boy can act right in polite society but he will need reminding. He’s gonna try and practically absorb his food. He’s a big chomper. 

32. He created this version of his abandonment as a child that his parents willfully abandoned him and left him alone and that’s how he came into the care of Amariyo and her half-baked orphanage. Other than that, he’s confessed a few times and most of them weren’t kind in their rebuffs. Jacke’s rejection was kind but it hurt the most. 

33. It’s not happened yet, but it involves G’raha Tia. :> Also probably Haurchefant taking him into his home after the events of the Feast. 

34. Touch would really suck for him. He’s a tactile person but honestly hearing would probably be really bad for his profession if he lost it. 

35. No he’s awkward and starts asking questions that are way too personal too soon. 

36. He would ask Urianger if he really talks like that or if he uses language as a barrier to separate him from others.

37. He would definitely like to travel to the past to see how he got separated from his parents. 

38. Moss and Jacke. Jacke saw his potential and helped him hone his skills which led him to becoming a Scion and helping take down the Imperials and defend Eorzea. Moss helped him be less lonely at a time when he was utterly alone and had no one. They both defined family for him. Later on, G’raha too will be family to him. The Exarch would probably be the answer later on bc of his influence in the past and then his fucking up his chance to finally beat Zenos. 

39. Shadi never wants to be alone again. No one to depend on and no one to share your life with? He can’t handle it. 

40. Asahi scares the shit out of him. He’s so fucking delusional and twisted he can’t comprehend that level of unhinged. Zenos scares him because the concept of killing is like a fun thing to him and there is something wrong with someone who thinks like that. It’s unnerving. He’s also scared of Raubahn bc he doesn’t want to ever be embarrassed in front of him. Raubahn is his hero. He’s also scared of Yda. She’s too dumb to be a Scion he thinks she must have used some evil spell to put on the Scions he doesn’t understand. She’s clearly a witch or something he steers clear of her. 

#ffxiv #shadi'ra amariyo

[xthe-lone-fawnx]

Meet the Muse | Maud Ember

**Follows back from @xking-of-the-cloudsx

Name: Maud Ember

Age: Unknown

Height: 5'0

Birthplace: Cotswolds, United Kingdom

Birthday: April 30th

Zodiac: Taurus

Sexuality: Open to whoever(masc-leaning)

Top/bottom/switch: General switch with anyone-sub leaning w/ men(or masculine muses), sub leaning w/ women(or feminine muses)

FC: Robin Skinner(Cavetown)

Likes/Interests/Hobbies: Nature, rainstorms, many flowers, long walks, books, wind in his hair, cuddling, hugging, tea, people who play with his ears and tail, late night talks, the stars, lots and lots of fluffy things, his animal friends, some strong smells, taking naps

Dislikes: Yelling, people talking down to him, rudeness, uncleanliness, distance from others, gas-lighting, bright lights, loud noises, alcohol, cigarettes, being forced to do something, cockiness, people with malicious intentions on anyone, people who want to remove nature for their own good

Family history: Maud was born in the depths of flower fields, along with his many siblings. However, his whole family was split when hunting season came about. Some of them ran into the woods, some of them kept running in a single direction, but he hid in the flower fields. Luckily, he wasn’t found, but he has no idea where the rest of his family went. They traveled too far, and some may have ended up in fatal situation. Him and his family were targeted specifically due to being part human, part deer. Why this happened, he couldn’t ask why. But the word got out, and the people hunting them wanted to do various tests on them to see if it could be replicated. Maud didn’t face this, and never has. He only knows about it when it first came to light, right before they were all split up. Not only were they part animal part human, but his family also held magical powers. He has yet to know the answer to this as well, and was forced to learn everything on his own. He lived in the flower fields all of his life, learning how to care for himself and not having any human interactions for a very long time. He wants to look for his family, but he’s worried that they have either been killed or held captive, so he’s slowly trying to learn that maybe it was for the better. He’s stayed as a fawn due to the lack of family and mates, something for his family that would help them grow up. What his fawn features look like now, is how they were right before his family split

Description: Maud lived alone for a very long time, until a group of people were looking through the fields one day in search of gathering flowers. He was extremely fearful and worried that they would take him, but they ended up becoming the best of friends. Though he still preferred to be alone, he was slowly introduced into the world of mortals, learning how they act, what they do, and just exploring a whole world he didn’t get to see for a very long time. Living in Cotswolds, he’s still very close to the place he was born and self raised. Because he’s been away from the world for so long, he has yet to have any relationships at all, sexual or romantic. He’s very curious however, though he doesn’t understand too much. He understands some because of his friends who talk to him about it and their experiences, though he hasn’t had any himself. Because of his passion for nature, he not only protects it, but he works for it. His friends introduced him to a local floral shop where he works, and now owns. A lot of the arrangements come from his own flower field, and many accessories and trinkets are handmade as well. However, being introduced into the human world wasn’t so easy. He was very shy and timid, and would fear talking to people. He would always wear hats and beanies, mostly to hide his small antlers and ears. As far as how the tail went...he couldn’t do much about that. He doesn’t have the ability to remove those, so they’re always visible one way or another. His friends helped him adjust, though he still gets very shy and timid. Because of his abilities, they would end up happening around him during these times, making him panic more. Flowers would grow around him, animals like squirrels would be called to him randomly, and he would end up mindlessly moving things around. Though he has a lack of sexual experiences, he still has that instinctual drive for it. He automatically assumes that new people will be his mate, especially is he’s interested in them one way or another. He tries controlling this drive, which made being in the human world much more difficult. He’d become more shy and timid, on top of how he already feels meeting new people. At the chance, he’s been known to try sleeping with someone he’s only just met, which this drive would be much less if he was able to mate much earlier. At this point, he’s tried accepting his overactive drive, though he’s had many moments where people reject him because of it. He’s not entirely sure why he would prefer men(or masculine muses) over women(or feminine muses), though he’s still open to both. Though he’s shy, he still tends to make the first move and has noticed that his motive to dominante others simply comes from his animalistic nature. Being male, for him it’s only natural. It isn’t always like this though, and would actually prefer the positions to be switched. Even with a bumpy road in the beginning, he’s gotten a better hold of his abilities and is able to blend in with his surroundings more. Though that sexual drive is still there, he’s learned to control that a bit more as well. Even though he now lives amongst humans, he still returns back to the flower fields. Knowing that’s where he was born and raised, he has a very strong drive to protect nature and everything around it. He spends a lot of the time caring for it and watching over it, and those who try ruining it he will simply punish them. He holds power over nature, and is very connected to it in many ways. Because he doesn’t have family, he saw it as his duty to protect it for them. However, it wasn’t always like that. He was lost and unsure of what his purpose was, even if he had mystical powers. Very early on, he met the Greek god Pan, where Pan granted Maud as the god of nature. Maud wandered into the forest after his family was split and he was on the search for them, where he followed the music played by Pan. Before Maud met his human friends, Pan was the only friend he really had, and the only person he knew. Pan also taught him how to fend for himself, and taught him how he can defend himself if he needed to. He was taught how to take care of himself, considering he didn’t have the family to teach him after that point.Pan taught him many things, such as how to play various instruments and figuring out the powers Maud had and teaching him how to use them. To this day, Pan and Maud are still very close, and Pan continues to teach him new abilities and powers

Abilities:

Aerona(the ability to see and understand all forms of illness)

Aligist(understand all languages)

Clairvoyance(see the unknown)

Enhanced hearing

Enhanced memory

Enhanced vision

Season manipulation

Botanokinesis(control plants)

Illusionist

Invisibility

Healer

Remote viewing(track things from afar)

Shape shifter

Strength

Speed

Stamina

Telekinesis

Telepathy

Teleportation

Weather control

Banishment

Localization

Protective charm

Sedation

Voice mimicry

Resurrection

Clairsentience(detect supernatural energy/see the history of an object)

Conjuration(create or remove things out of thin air)

Thermokinesis(temperature manipulation)

Animation

Aura perception

Pyrokinesis(create/manipulate fire)

Geokinesis(manipulate the earth)

Terrakinesis(control terrane)

Hydrokinesis(control water)

Cryokinesis(control ice)

Aerokinesis(control air)

Force field generation

Personality traits:

He’s very shy and timid

He gets nervous easily around new people

He likes making friends, he just has to get familiar with them first

He can be very sensitive and doesn’t really like talking about his family

He is very caring and friendly

He can get quite protective and defensive

He’s more playful than he is sarcastic

He tends to be quite emotional

He likes to be touched, but only by people he either trusts or is familiar with

He’s very sweet and kind

He has a pretty low temper

It takes him a bit to break with someone, but when he does he can become quite viscous

He’s honest, but not brutally honest

He can be a bit of a troublemaker at times

He can be quite impulsive

He tends to talk a lot with people he’s comfortable with

He can be a little handsy himself

He’s very curious and ambitious

He’s humorous

He’s definitely a lover

He tends to stay attached to people for quite some time

He prefers to be alone, but likes spending time with people as well

He gets excited rather quickly

He can get his feelings hurt just as quick

He forgives people easily, but will only forgive them once or twice

He can be very flirtatious and bold with people he’s interested in

He loves to explore

He can be a little oblivious at times

He can get irritated quickly, but doesn’t blow up or go into a full rage nearly at all

He’s very trustworthy and is a great secret keeper

He’s very loyal

He’s not very picky

Additional information/miscellaneous facts:

His ears, antlers, and tail are very sensitive

He has an extensive collection of little trinkets he’s found in forests and flower fields

He can be a little OCD at times

He loves spending time outside, especially during the spring and cool nights

He doesn’t like being used by others in one way or another

He hates when people call him weak or like he can’t do much

He has other interests outside of protecting nature-such as necromancy and wizardry

He doesn’t favor the winter time

He loves to sing, especially to others

He knows many other Greek gods/goddesses/creatures

He wants to travel the world one day

He likes when people compliment his accent, but doesn’t like when people only like him because of where he’s from

He keeps a necklace that his mother gave to him, which he never takes off

He likes collecting herbs, dried out flowers, and various other earthly trinkets

He has an obsession with books

When he’s shy, even his ears can go red despite being covered in fur

His eye color can change based off his mood or the weather

He can be quite quirky and has unusual habits(skin picking, playing with the necklace when nervous, playful behavior, twirling his hair, etc)

General tags:

🍄there's nothing quite like opening your eyes to nature's embrace | aesthetic

🍄are they just my memories forming into constellations in the sky | home

🍄 the sky's not falling down just yet so I think I'll sit right here with you if you'll let me | desires

🍄as selfish as it is, I need it for my health | florist

🍄i can be myself without explanation | musings

🍄we can talk here on the floor on the phone if you prefer | roleplay

🍄it doesn’t make you a narcissist to love yourself | self

Ship tag:

🍄sing me a song tell me your thoughts i could listen to you all night long | lovers

Other (side) blogs:

Zeus: @xking-of-the-godsx

Hera: @xqueen-of-the-godsx

Alessandra Galanis: @xi-dont-know-what-i-amx

Jaysen Gerasimos: @xking-of-the-overcloudsx

Griffin Saffi: @xthe-fortune-tellerx

Eve Gabriel: @xthe-corrupt-angelx

**Rules/notes from the mun apply just as they do on @xking-of-the-cloudsx

#maud ember #oc #original character #character description #rules #about #bio #tags #🍄there's nothing quite like opening your eyes to nature's embrace | aesthetic #🍄are they just my memories forming into constellations in the sky | home #🍄 the sky's not falling down just yet so I think I'll sit right here with you if you'll let me | desires #🍄as selfish as it is I need it for my health | florist #🍄i can be myself without explanation | musings #🍄we can talk here on the floor on the phone if you prefer | roleplay #🍄it doesn’t make you a narcissist to love yourself | self #🍄sing me a song tell me your thoughts i could listen to you all night long | lovers

[7hyuns]

a natural consequence

jongin x reader 

warnings; smut, tiny tiny argument, is sleeping w ur boyfriend in ur parents house a warning oof, and swearing 

a/n; i really loved writing this!!! i’m trying to get back on top of my requests, so i hope the anon that requested this likes it :) 

requested; yes!!! thank you anon i still love u 

-  Hello!! I would like to request a jongin scenario where he's going to meet ur parents and ends up sneaking in ur room to fuck. I know you have a few other requests to take care of,so, no rush!!! Thxx!!

word count; 5k 

If there was one thing you had to give Jongin complete credit for, it was how charming he always remained; how he seemed almost without a flaw in the limelight in front of anyone you introduced him to. At the beginning, you had every doubt in people believing this façade – how could they possibly accept that you had somehow stumbled across an impeccably put together person? How could someone glance at him as he spoke words in what almost felt entirely alienated from normality, and perceive him as an honest and truthful man?

Although now, sat directly across from your parents, you had come to lose the inhibitions and worries that once clung to you. In all truth, you wouldn’t have cared in the slightest if he acted like himself – if he showed the more careless side of his personality to the people you were pushed into introducing him to. But maybe you were being just as truthful with yourself as Jongin was with the couple that had raised you; maybe one day you’d accept that the way he acted in front of you and a handful of others wasn’t something to be shared. Especially not here, especially not in front of people who needed to see something that they could believe as real and respectful.

“So, what is it that you do for work?” You heard a deeper voice ask, your eyes casting up from your daydreams to see the man across from Jongin. A pause fell across the room, your breath catching just slightly as you imagined the faultless mask Jongin had fit perfectly over himself starting to crack.

The silence, it appeared, was not one of a lack of preparation, the sound of Jongin placing his glass of water down onto the table filling the space as he smiled brightly across at the two of them. “I work in music, I’ve been in a group for…a good amount of time now.” He explained, stilling his cutlery to give his full attention to the inquiry.

You pondered over his answer, not failing to take into account how ambiguously he had phrased the response. Already you knew that your father wouldn’t approve of it; the reason you had always pushed telling him to the back of your mind. He wouldn’t see it as proper, as put-together enough. The thought of him disliking something about Jongin – an occurrence within your friendship group that was entirely irregular – made your heart tighten in your chest. From panic or excitement, you couldn’t quite tell.

“Not the most stable career,” your father retorted, placing his cutlery down in what you knew from past experiences to be a kind of preparation: an expectancy of an argument. The situation, even though it had just begun to spiral, was something you were intrigued in. Never before had you seen anyone directly call-out Jongin when he was acting like this, and you wanted – or maybe needed – the closure of knowing what came next.

Your mother winced softly, the apprehension of the aftermath from your father’s words clearly affecting her in a different way than they did to you. You wished she would catch your eye, so you could get a glimpse into what she was picturing, but you already held that wish far deeper for Jongin; you perceived he’d be anxious, his hands tightening around the silverware and lip catching between his teeth in a tense moment of scrounging.

However, all he offered was a small chuckle, and a playful shrug, “It’s done me very well, sir. I imagine it’ll continue to do so for a good while longer.”

A small furrow found its way to your eyebrows; perhaps from the annoyance of knowing he had an answer for every single question they could think of asking. Although, it could have just been from the way he seemed exemplary at avoiding giving set-in-stone answers.

“You imagine?” Your father pushed, and you dared yourself to look over at the man. He didn’t even cast you a glance, too caught up in staring directly into Jonging’s eyes, and you already knew Jongin would be unfaltering in his return of this.

You hated the way your shoulders tensed to match your mother’s then, the adrenaline that nerves bought along with them beginning its course through your veins. The room felt full with the silence that lingered, although you couldn’t be entirely sure whether that was the case; every single second that ticked by after your father spoke felt like it was collecting dust.

“With all the respect, sir, you can’t be sure of any job,” Jongin summarised, but you knew from the ongoing space without another bitter response that he was expected to continue. “I could work in an office, and I could still get fired without a moment’s notice. I could be a lawyer, lose one case and ruin everything for my whole career. I could be a salesman, the company I work for could go into bankruptcy and I’d lose the job.”

A smile tried to make its way onto your lips, and you could feel the corners starting to curve upwards before you recalled something strong enough to bite it back. It was impressive, of course, his relentless ability to change everyone’s perceptions of him with a few strung together sentences. But it was far more infuriating, the lack of any kind of fault people could see him having. You wondered how long he had to spend coming up with an idyllic answer to questions he couldn’t be sure of, or how much time it took to craft a new mask to cover up anything he didn’t want the people around you to know. A small part of you felt special, honoured to be able to see what went one underneath the cold clay; the rest of you just wanted to know why he felt the need to be so controlled – so ultimately divine that not even those sat within touching distance could point out a mistake.

You looked away from your father, who had said something complimentary about Jonging’s attitude no doubt, and toward your mother. You liked to believe that you could always trust her judgement on people – all through-out your childhood and adolescence she hadn’t been far from correct in her deductions. But she seemed absolutely entranced, having been painfully obviously enchanted by the words that spilled from what you could only imagine was a formulated, antiseptic book of programmed and memorised responses.

An assumption was to be made then: had he or had he not pulled the two of them into the web he’d been building cautiously and collectedly since you accidentally ran into an old friend with him last year. The memory of that day made you breathe in sharply, you hadn’t thought anything of the actions at the time, thinking it was no deeper than polite behaviour in front of a complete stranger. You came to realise a few months later that it ran far deeper than that; friend after friend falling into the pit he continued to dig customised to what he knew they wanted to see.

Maybe that should have made you at least a little nervous, but all it came to do was irritate you. He never seemed to slip up, not even for the smallest of moments, and it made your jaw clench in hypocritical agitation. You knew, you could never stop knowing, that this was what everyone dreamed of: finding someone who everybody around you fell head over heels with as soon as they met him. But sometimes, for brief fleeting seconds, you wished that he would grow restless, become unpredictable and do something that made your heart pound inside your chest from the sheer intensity of it. You attempted to rationalise it, for the millionth time, and went through different options, and ended up stumbling across the possibility that he was simply a more reserved person, and enjoyed keeping his passion and more interesting side entirely private.  It seemed realistic, and more than a little believable if you thought back as far as your mind would go to the times he’d been in public with you.

The sound of a plate clattering caused you to jolt slightly in surprise, the notice that you had been too concerned with your train of thought that you hadn’t even seen your mother rise to clear the table made you bite awkwardly at your lip in frustration. You looked over to see that you had caught Jongin’s attention, a soft smile pulling at his lips and his eyes squinting slightly as he tipped his head in suspicion. A private person, you thought, and then almost wanted to laugh. Had you ever thought of him like that before? If he was private, why did he share so much of himself with a large amount of people, and why would he allow that information to be such casual public knowledge.

You reminded yourself that the situation there was different than with a stranger, but found it a little difficult to believe. Privacy was important to everyone on some level, and maybe it was just more confusing to grasp exactly where it came to him. If you were alone, you would have huffed and tossed your head back in the slow process of figuring out this one thing. However, with Jongin being on his best behaviour, you didn’t want to give your parents a reason to let this day seem anything other than a dreamy fantasy.

Any semblance left of belief that he just ‘valued his privacy,’ dissolved entirely when you felt the warmth of his hand make contact with the skin on the inside of your thigh. He tilted his head upwards as your father rose to help in the kitchen, “Do you need any help in there?”

You heard a breathy chuckle from the kitchen before hearing your mother call back, “No, no, it’s okay, thank you, love.”

A small scoff passed your lips before you could pull it back, and you watched as Jongin glanced back at you with his eyebrows raised. As soon as your father disappeared from sight, Jongin dropped his head down to press unnervingly close to your ear, “Bored?” He questioned, moving his hand further along your thigh.

You pressed your thighs together, already knowing that this would do nothing to change the situation to be more in your favour. The annoyance from earlier returned in full, making you breathe in deeply before sighing sharply. “No,” you countered.

He laughed quietly, head tipping back as he hummed in fake acceptance of this fact. “Am I boring you?”

“I said I’m not bored,” you grumbled back, agitation seeping into you at how amusing he was finding everything.

“Oh, I get it,” he mumbled, moving his hand to push your thighs back open, “You’re annoyed, right?”

At this, you fell quiet again, no longer knowing how to fully respond to the accusation without growing childish in your irritation. Jongin laughed again, skimming his knuckle against your heat in a verging on dismissive manner, “Why are you so wound up, baby?”

You could feel your knuckles tightening again, your nails digging into the palms of your hands in suppressed feeling. “Why do you always do this?” You hissed, half because of the vexation and half because of the dancing around of his fingertips against your covered heat.

His hand finally found a stillness, immensely high up on your thigh, although the weight pressed against you felt too light for you to be confident in assuming he was finished with his teasing. “Isn’t a better question, why don’t you like this?”

This hushed you for a few beats, as you had voiced this thought within yourself multiple times, and always come back inconclusive. The answer was always on the tip of your tongue, but somehow ended up being swallowed down with the exasperated breaths you pulled in before being pushed out into the atmosphere with your deep sighs. The silk feel of the answer returned to you, and you tightened your lips closed to prepare yourself to finally give it the shape and colour it had always needed.

“It’s no fun,” you tested, locking eyes with him before gaining the courage to proceed, “maybe you’re right, I am bored.”

Even without giving your full attention to the surrounding sounds, you knew he would breathe in pointedly at your speech. His lips pressed together into a tight line as he nodded before chuckling bitterly, removing his hand from your thigh entirely, giving you a small sensation of emptiness as he did so.

He pushed his chair out from the table, gesturing for you to do the same and drumming his hands against the head of the wood in impatient waiting. You caught on as soon as you saw him straighten up, but that petty feeling of refusal bit into you until you saw him move to lightly tap against the kitchen door.

“Sorry for the interruption, but I just wanted to let you know that ___ wanted to show me her old bedroom, so we’ll be a bit busy for a few minutes.” Jongin spoke gently, his voice warm and assuring to both your parents – assuring enough that they both made loud jumbles of ‘oh, of course,’ and ‘oh, sure, have fun!’

You narrowed your eyes over at him, pressing your palms flat against the varnished wood of the table before rising to stand. His façade stayed in plain view, the welcoming smile permanently etched onto his lips while in view of your parents, and you took cautious strides to reach him. The moment you were within arms-length, he reached out to loop his arm tightly around your waist, digging his fingertips into the soft skin to let you know that your words from earlier were still stuck in his mind.

He released his hold on you when you reached the bottom of the staircase, allowing you to take the lead as he fell in behind you. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, you felt yourself falter, unsure of where to move to next as his arms latched around your middle, his warm palms going to swipe hair out of the way before you felt the softness of his lips touch your neck. He left soft and open-mouthed kisses over any exposed skin he could find, hands trailing round until the hovered just above your heat. You dropped your head back, resting it against him for some semblance of clarity before he ungraciously yanked his touches off of you entirely.

A whine of displeasure left you, before you carried your feet as close to stomping you could get without making that much noise, and swung the door at the end of the hall open. You said nothing as you gestured him inside, rolling your eyes yet again at how he seemed to just take his time without feeling a sliver of concern for what you wanted in the moment. On his way through the door, he knocked your hand away from the door, taking the responsibility upon himself as he swung it shut, closing it carelessly loud, the click echoing in the vaguely empty room.

Again, he moved further into the room without uttering a single word, trailing his hands lightly over some of the remaining artefacts from when you called this room home. He didn’t take a second to gawk at the lack of items left, opting instead to make himself familiar with the layout, turning back to you as he seemingly finished. He nodded curtly, walking back toward you with a haste you hadn’t seen at any point that day, “This’ll do.”

If he’d have given you a second to breathe after he spoke, you would’ve asked him what that meant, but the moment he let those words enter the atmosphere around you, his hands came to roughly capture your face before bringing your lips to his. The first collision was messy, teeth knocking against one another at the sheer energy radiating from him, and he seemed preoccupied with something else as you struggled to find a rhythm. He pulled one of your legs up from the floor, bringing it up to his waist before letting his lips untangle themselves from yours.

“Jump,” came the mumble against your skin, and you attempted to breathe in shakily as you did so. After you’d let yourself be entirely within his grasp, with his hands mapping over your body as if he’d never laid a single hand on you before, you pressed your lips back against his own harshly. Somewhere outside of the cloud that had begun to build around you from the flustered feeling of how rushed his touches all seemed to feel against your hot skin, you could feel him moving, but with your eyes closed tightly and hands occupied with tangling in his hair, you couldn’t tell where.

The wall became the only other physical thing you had to tell that this wasn’t some kind of dream, as the second your back hit it you could’ve sworn this was too good to be true. If you had a chance to speak in the moment, you were certain the only thought that would be coherent enough to verbalise would be his name; small chants of it like a prayer already swarming around your head.

You took in gulps of air when he finally pulled back, although the minute of calm was quickly replaced with more heat when his mouth grew bored of yours and moved instead to leave as many heart-shaped kisses against your throat as he could find the room to. The feeling around the moment made you forget where you actually were, your mind slipping away from you as you moaned without a second thought, not even being able to understand the smallest worry that tried to work its way into your brain.

Feeling your feet hit the carpeted floor of your old bedroom pulled you out of your hazy mindset and further into one that was fully aware of what it was you were really doing. A small bubble of shame became apparent in your stomach, your mind trying to figure out why you had ever let this happen in a room your parents had read bed-time stories to you in. It made your skin crawl, but you perceived that it was more likely because that disgust in your previous movement was doing nothing to prevent you from desiring it again.

You glared up at Jongin, wanting to find something within yourself that allowed you the ability to place the blame on him for this, although even as you scrambled, you came up with nothing to show for it. A smug smile was playing on his face, his arms looping themselves around your hips in a more playful manner than earlier, lifting you off your feet for a small moment as he spun you to be walking backwards again. Your feet floundered, not being able to fully keep up with his faster steps, but they didn’t have to for any kind of prolonged time. The backs of your knees hit the side of your old twin-size mattress, your legs slipping from underneath you at the minor force applied to them without preparation. You fell onto your back, the mattress feeling stiffer than you could remember, as his lips immediately re-attached themselves to yours.

One of his hands slipped up your shirt while the other returned to its previous position of travelling between your thighs, although this time he lacked the need to be wary of being subtle, and allowed his large hand to immediately cup your heat entirely. A shallow gasp passed your lips at this, legs falling open as a natural response as he did nothing to give you any other friction, leaving you to attempt it by yourself. You pushed your hips further into his palm, trying and not gaining any form of success to gratify yourself in any way possible, all while reminding yourself worriedly that your parents were a floor below you.

“Jongin,” you groaned in annoyance, wanting him to give you the smallest bit of anything, anything more than what he was currently providing.

He did nothing but chuckle coldly, pulling his hand out from underneath your shirt to push your hips down flat onto the surface of the bed, “You still bored?” He asked, biting down roughly on your neck, revelling in the way you bit down on your lip to push the moan sitting in your throat away.

You knew it would come back to that, but that meant nothing in terms of getting even a vague explanation ready. It hadn’t been a lie, the act downstairs had been boring for you, and you weren’t about to lie to him. “I will be in a second,” you grumbled, pushing his arm away from locking your hips in place as he laughed breathily.

His arm swung back to press your hips down even harder, “Sorry, am I frustrating you, angel?” He questioned, hovering his lips over your own as you had to pause for a breathless second to take in just how good he looked up-close. You wondered if he’d truly looked this heavenly all day, and how you had managed to keep yourself composed if he had.

You tried in vain to bring yourself back to the task at hand, quite literally in your case, as you hummed in response. “Of course not, this is so much fun for me.”

Another chuckle passed his parted lips as he nodded, “Do you want me to do something even better than this?” He asked, watching as you raised your eyebrows at the offer. “You gotta keep quiet though, yeah?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you spoke, making another attempt at angling your hips up into his loosening touch.

He grunted in confirmation that he’d heard your comment, but said nothing more as he slipped himself further down the expanse of your body. His lack of interest in taking your shirt off perplexed you slightly, although you assumed he was just trying to save himself some time. He reached your skirt quicker than he’d done anything that entire day, not even looking like he was at all interested in taking it off. Instead, he pushed it up your thighs until it bunched at your hips, making you feel like it must look ridiculous.

If it did, though, it didn’t seem to bother him – or even catch a shred of his attention – as he focused on something else. His fingers looped around the sides of your underwear, although he paused before pulling them down at all, pressing wet and open-mouthed kisses to the front of your still covered heat. You swallowed another moan, reminding yourself of how horrific it really would be if anyone – especially your parents – were to see you in this position. He remained un-relenting, the movements of his mouth becoming inexplicably more stimulating as he continued, and you let a small moan of his name pass through your lips before you turned to press your face into the duvet.

The feeling of your underwear finally being tugged down your legs made you look back at him, seeing him studying your expression as you did so. You wanted to narrow your eyes at him and tell him to speed things up if he had any hope of getting off as well, but your voice was caught up in your throat. His lips began to leave a trail of hickies on their way toward your heat, hands coming to wrap around your thighs and pull you closer to him from your position on your back. Usually when he reached this point back home, he’d start talking, he’d work you up even more with any words he could string together to make you blush under him.

But this time he remained silent, giving you no warning as his mouth attached itself to your heat and began its unusually fast movements. He generally went for a far more sensual start, but he seemed to discount everything that he did habitually in exchange for all the new sensations he could think of. You felt a bright red flush overtake your cheeks as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach begin to tighten already, and you tried to blame the embarrassingly small amount of time it took to get you this worked up down to the pure intensity of the moment. He paused for a tensed moment, your moans diminishing into quiet gasps for breath as he moved his hand closer to your heat, teasing you with the very tips of his fingers.

“I’m gonna ask one more time,” he started, delving his fingers into your heat as you whimpered his name far too loud than you should have, “am I still boring?”

You shook your head automatically, your mind completely swarmed with thoughts of how good he was making you feel already. He set a vague pace, messily moving his hands against you as you bit harshly down on your lip to keep yourself as silent as you possibly could. You knew this wouldn’t be a good enough answer for him, and that the dragging out of his actions was a signal for you to continue, “No, no, I’m, I’m not bored.” You attempted, but the words could only pass your lips in a scrambled manner.

He chuckled smugly, “Is me being charming enough to get around your parents and fuck you in their house really something you dislike?”

His words made your head spin even more, but the option of chasing after your climax was taken away as he pulled his hands away from you and rose to stand again. “Talk to me, baby.” He spoke softly, cupping your jaw again before pressing light kisses to your lips.

You could vaguely hear him unbuckling his belt, a moan tumbling out of your lips even at the apprehension of having him inside of you finally. “Not anymore,” you hummed to answer his question.

He lined himself up with your heat, “Gonna have to prove myself to you more, huh?”

Your mouth went to form a response as you felt him push himself inside you completely, your mouth instead falling open as his hand hastily moved to cover it. He grunted before pulling out completely, moving his palm away from your mouth as if he could really trust you to remain silent without it. He let himself move slower the second time, easing himself along as you snapped your eyes closed into the feeling that began to speed through your bloodstream.

The moans of his name didn’t stop coming, and he improvised with slamming his lips back onto yours to quiet you. It was only after he set a bruising pace that you realised what it was you were doing; the humiliated feeling from earlier creeping back in as he continued, although you were too far past it to care anymore.

“God, you’re so beautiful like this,” he grunted against your lips, the coil in your stomach tightening even sharper as you released a subdued moan in return.

You attempted to form the words to tell him you were close, but your mouth didn’t seem to be cooperating while your mind was speeding along so quickly ahead of you. Although, for a brief moment you were unsure if you had indeed said something, because he seemed to nod in response to words that hadn’t made it out yet. His lips found their way back to yours as he moved even faster against you, the coil in your stomach beginning to release as you dropped to hide your face in the crook of his neck as he chased after his own release.

In all honesty, you weren’t sure when he hit it, but judging from the way his hold on you tightened significantly, you could tell he had. He rode out both your highs before pausing a moment, knowing you hated the emptiness when he slipped himself out immediately. After a few moments of panting to get some form of clarity back, you nodded against him, letting him know you were all good now.

He grinned sheepishly at you after he pulled out, “You got a bin?”

You shook your head, then nodded, “In the bathroom, though.” He nodded, pulling his jeans back up his legs and tightening his belt on. “I didn’t even think about a condom, to be honest.”

He laughed softly, “I’m not surprised, you seemed a little busy.”

You hummed again, groaning in displeasure at the feeling of being pulled to stand up, Jongin curling an arm around your waist as you tugged your underwear back up. You took a quick glance around the room before letting him pull you back out into the hallway, trying and failing to gather what had happened in that room into a comprehensible timeline. You were almost fully aware that he had moved from making physical contact with you to use the bathroom bin, and a small nag of worry tore at you that your parents would see it.

The thought of your parents in general bought on a tidal-wave of anxiety; the idea that they had heard anything or even had the faintest clue of what was going on upstairs made you want to lay down in a hole and never face them again.

Jongin curled his arm back around your waist, pushing you to walk in front of him as he attempted to maintain the hold, your worry slipping from your grasp for a moment as you laughed with him. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you saw your parents still consumed with their task of re-setting the house, your mother offering you a warm smile as she paused in her cleaning motions for a second.

“What did you think?” She asked, and with your heightened senses about the moment, your eyes grew slightly wider in an act that you hoped wasn’t completely exposing and suspicious.

However, you heard Jongin laugh slightly, as if something had been genuinely funny before he answered smoothly, “I liked all the boy-band posters…”

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