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Danny made a chirp noise from the back of his throat and the little green blob made one back, dashing from where it had been floating idoly. It passed through dannys chest a few times, makeing more chirps. After several exitable moments, Danny cupped his hands out for the ghost to settle into with a smile.
"This is what you've been freaking out about?" He said, raising an amused eyebrow. Bruce scowled "it compromised our security!" He argued "and it keeps takeing things! For all we know, it could be working for a bigger threat" the man huffed. Danny just chuckled again and nestled the green mass onto his sholder gently.
"Yes. That would be me" he smiled.
Although Bruce didn't actually vocalise a 'what...?', his face portrayed the question. Danny shrugged, the little blob bouncing cartonishly as he did but not moving.
"Its a blob ghost. They hang 'round places and beings with alot of concentraighted energy and purify the ectoplasm." He placed a finger on his chin "kinda like pilot fish" he elaborated. Bruce mulled that for a moment and then crossed his arms.
"Pilot fish...that would make you the shark?"
A michevious smirk took up dannys features, splitting into a grin with far to many pointed teeth. "Exactly"
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what about (if you want) :
15 "this has happened five times"?
This isn't very long, and it's pretty late, but I hope you see it anon!
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"This has happened five times," the apprentice says with trepidation. He'd worried the hems of his robe sleeves so much this morning that the hand-sewn seams are popping raw.
"Has it really?" The magister squints and looks over the rim of her reading glasses.
She'd been so engrossed in her studies of late that, admittedly, she'd not paid as much mind as she should have to seemingly trivial matters like the occasional apprentice cursing themself. It was simply a risk in this field.
Five, though? And all related to the entity most commonly called The Unknowable? Now that was cause for concern.
The apprentice nods, brow furrowed and biting his lip.
The magister sighs and sets down her pen. "Do you know which rituals they attempted during their... mishaps?"
The apprentice stares blankly momentarily before fumbling with the notes in his pocket. "Transformation. Physical transformation."
The magister sighs and stands.
"I was afraid you would say that."
She only hoped she had time before the curses became irreversible, and that the medical ward had done their jobs keeping it at bay while she'd been busy. Transformation curses had a nasty habit of becoming infectious without sufficient treatment.
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LUBERTO CHARM TESTS !!!! >:^)
tested both clear and rainbow just to see which i prefer and the rainbow one is definitely my favourite of the two 👀✨
#luberto#beks draws#fanart#pixar luca#i wrote a bunch abt these on twitter and instagram and i am TOO LAZY to write it all again#but heehee look. Look them
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all these urban legends and folk stories of children with all-black eyes are like "THE CHILD SPOKE IN A STRANGE CADENCE!!!!!" with no other details listed, and like,
i guess those folks in those stories just couldn't handle running into an autistic kid with weird eyes at night idk #skill_issue #weaksauce
but if *I* hear a child crying or screaming in the woods at night, i am going into the goddamn woods. I'm really really not gonna like it. But I'm gonna do it.
and if I DO find a child in the woods, and then they look up at me, and they turn out to have demon eyes, WELL GUESS WHAT, BUDDY?!? THAT'S STILL A CHILD.
So unless they change form or like, reveal through dark magics that they are thousands of years old, then that. is. a. bab. And I don't care if it is a fairy baby or a monster baby or a ghost baby! A bab is a bab!
and if trying to return a child to a safe place gets me eaten, THEN SO BE IT. I would rather die young than grow old knowing I allowed my fear of a child with traits I don't understand to cause me to ignore the cries of a kid who might have needed my help!
#blacked-eyed kids#cryptids#folk stories#urban legends#original#writing prompt#if anyone wants to give it a shot as a short story. i might do it also. but - ya know - two cakes!#this is partly inspired by that lovely changeling story on tumblr in which a human mother chooses to#raise both her biological child and her changeling child with equal amounts of love and care without question#but also it is quite literally what I would do. i am not a guy who believes in ghost stories (until it is dark and spooky and i am outside)#but if i find myself in one then i have one resolve and it is to be as kind and as human as possible the whole time#and also if a ghost IS an ancient evil ghost and kills me guess who is devoting his whole eternity of afterlife into KICKING THEIR ASS?#IT'S ME BABY#But yeah i would rather risk death than risk hurting a child i mean goodness gracious. nothing is more worth protecting than a child.#bek
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Rex Being Nosy and Regretting It
Where in which he walks in or intrudes on his brothers' uh... Personal time with their spouses and instantly regretting it.
... Good, just remind him of the jerk he can be
Gender Neutral! Readers
~ Dari
Bek
He's barely able to process the sight before him, leaving him to heavily recoil and choke on nothing before his hand lifted to cover his eyes as he hissed, "Bek!"
The poor man squeaked like a mouse before stammering out, half-annoyed, half-horrifically embarrassed, "Gosh Rex! Learn to send message or something, you can't just drop in whenever like that anymore!! I'm married now!"
Rex's face burned behind his hand, also somewhat angry at being reprimanded and ordered around. But realizes quite quickly it'd make him a hypocrite.
You sigh, breath still heavy as the distinct sound of Bek gasping coupled with kisses that leave him scrambling to leave.
He can't look either of you in the eye for the rest of the week.
Daz
He should have known Daz was going to be fraudulently flaunting his new engagement even in private. But since, you, his spouse joined him at the celestial palace; he thought he should "greet" you.
Lay down the rules.
Make sure Daz kept you in line.
"Fucks sake -" He shut his eyes.
"It's your faulttt - ahhhhh fuck - for... For..." Daz huffed and sighed in pleasure "For not knocking -"
You choked out a flustered, "I'm sorry -"
The moan that Daz ripped from you sent Rex shouting in disgust and frustration before disappearing.
He held some comfort in that you were also quite embarrassed.
Kel
"GET OUT!!"
Rex couldn't even realize what was going on when he popped in to check on you and your husband, just barely managing to dodge something being thrown at him. Along with the sound of you giving a loud squeak.
He is about to yell at Kel for being rude before he realized that he'd appeared in your bed chambers, with his younger brother shielding your... Notably undressed self.
"ADVERT YOUR EYES IMMEDIATELY!!!"
Rex burned with mortification and rushed away.
Leo
He heard you shriek seconds after appearing, before Leo let out a string of sweats and a burst of foliage shot up around him.
Rex was only confused for a second before Leo finally came out, haphazardly dressed, flushed, and with ruffled hair. A set of teeth marks clearly emblazoned on his neck, purpled spots in the process of blooming with them.
He is scowling as Rex quickly figured that he wasn't currently welcoming guests.
"Can it wait?"
Rex stiffly nodded before slinking away, awkwardly unable to speak to either of you.
Nix
He really should have known better.
Even as a now a devoted husband, Nix was still very much the divine of love and lust.
Rex had the decency to feel abashed seeing his brother's unimpressed gaze.
He left without a word.
Nix doesn't let him live it down.
Vox
Vox hadn't brought the few scattered paramours home, having not even married the first person he'd loved. Rex didn't even think he had had it in him.
So when he popped in, he didn't expect the almost squeal from his vocal chords before a pillow was flung at him.
You glared from the bed, already comforting your very distressed and undressed husband.
"Out."
Rex stopped randomly going to see his brothers after this.
#headcanons#dari writes#siren's son asmr#the divines#rex#vox#daz#bek#nix#leo#kel#gender neutral reader#hot n spicy#light spice
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YOUR TURN
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh C!Bek and C!Apo for the opinions board. (Or if your feeling really cool Pandora and Melody yes i am actively read wtds while writing this)
ALRRR HELL YEAH
in order: c!apo, c!bek, melody, pandora
#ask a ghost#asker: saltyr3mix#I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT MELODY#i just Cannot put them into the boxes on the bingo sheet#i love her she's such a tragedy#ALSO#i say the c!bek stuff having watched her pov#i actually liked her pov and the perspective but i Cannot stand her character#she's a wet cat in a way i dislike pvnfdkjmlf#im super biased to c!apo though i love him very much#and as for my ocs. well.#i mean i think ive made it clear on my blog i HATE pandora but also i love him. writing him is a special circle of hell i made myself#also!! lmk what you think :D#i love hearing people's thoughts on that fic pfvnfdkl#im curious what chapter you're on
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wait i have noticed this pattern with my x reader fics before but i was looking through some of my old pieces & would like to illustrate how this is my reader-chan flirting/otherwise interacting with:
Jade:
Rook:
Riddle:
Deuce:
Idia:
#moray speaks#shoutout to t/w/s/t fr this is the first fandom ive been in where reader inserts were so normalized since like. i was on wattpad in 2014#ik i am in fact old but i love writing these theyre so fun#also didnt end up finding any instances of this in the fics i have w m/lleus & s/bek alas. they would have been so funny#GOTH READER-CHAN
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Neopronouns in Action #059: Raining Birds and Foxes
Replace it with bek or vel
Replace its with birk or virl
Replace itself with biakcu or vialcu
EX:
"It is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as it gets a fence set up around its yard so the puppy can go outside without it having to walk it. Its uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting it use, since it lost its. It's going to buy toys and train the puppy itself."
Becomes:
"Bek is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as bek gets a fence set up around birk yard so the puppy can go outside without bek having to walk it. Birk uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting bek use, since bek lost birk. Bek's going to buy toys and train the puppy biakcu."
And
"Vel is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as vel gets a fence set up around virl yard so the puppy can go outside without vel having to walk it. Virl uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting vel use, since vel lost virl. Vel's going to buy toys and train the puppy vialcu."
= = =
This time, when someone gets a hijacked-satelite video of a battle on one of Foxfire and Raventide’s ‘bad days’, it’s not just a quick, two-second clip. It’s the whole thing. The whole fight, from start to finish.
Every minute, every second, every word.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why the Cybernetic heroes of Earth are having difficulty stemming the tide of debris.
Foxfire is the only one fighting to stop it.
And Raventide is–
“No, that can’t be right,” people will say, later as they watch the video, concerned, “Vel must have been hurt! Bek was protecting vel!”
Because Raventide is sitting. Vel’s sitting on the wing of the old, broken Trailblazer XIV, tripple criss-cross-applesauce, propping virl chin up with virl four hands, virl elbows on virl many knees. Jet packs cooled, wings folded nearly on virl back. Virl protective helmet folded back into virl collar.
Vel’s sitting, calmly, watching Foxfire fight the enemy's weapons. And–
“But…” Other people will say later, as they watch the video, confused, “But the Tracers didn't have access to mind control technology yet during that fight.”
Because Raventide is smiling.
And then Foxfire fends off another wave of the storm, and– ”Look!” people will say, later, as they watch the video, awed, “Bek doesn’t miss a beat! How does bek move that fast? Bek's so cool!”
Because Foxfire is between the storm of debris and Raventide, and bek’s shielding not only biakcu, but vel as well. Bek’s dodging or blocking any and all of the shrapnel and meteors, never stopping for a moment, never getting hit, never letting birk guard down for a second, and never letting a stray piece come anywhere near Raventide.
And then, and it’s here that the illict viewers will fall silent–
Foxfire calls over birk shoulder, “Raventide, I could really use–” Bek has to block a larger than normal meteor with birk force-shield mid-sentence, “–a little help here!”
And—
“What?” People will say later, as they watch the video, dumbfounded, “What–”
Because Raventide responds, not moving an inch from where vel’s seated: “I think you’ve got it covered, my darling ember.”
There’s a smile on virl face, but virl electronic voice is mean, meaner than anyone has ever heard it. Vel’s never even spoken to an enemy like this before, not even after they'd kidnapped virl creator.
“After all, since you didn't come to my quarters last night, I’m sure you got plenty of rest. You can handle this by yourself, you didn’t spend hours setting up a romantic evening like I did, which–oh wait, you wouldn’t know about that, would you? Oh, that’s right, because you didn’t show up!” Virl voice rises to a harsh electronic screech and says something more after the last part, but the words have risen above levels the camera is able to process, turning it into nothing but a burst of sharp, too-loud static.
“I told you I wasn’t going!” Foxfire cries back desperately in return, as bek dodges away from an entire abandoned shuttle, and–
“Is bek…is bek crying?” people will say later, as they watch the video, horrified.
Because yes, yes Foxfire is crying. Bek's crying as bek's fighting, as bek’s–what is bek doing? Defending biakcu from Raventide?
No one watching had even known it was possible for Cybers to cry until this moment. But that's what was happening, there was no other explanation for it. Foxfire's protective faceplate had been broken on the last 'bad day', leaving birk face, mostly black metal, exposed to the camera, and the prying eyes of the audience bek didn't know bek had.
Birk eyes were not human, but tears of glowing, searing yellow were streaming from them and floating off into space, creating a trail that followed birk every move as bek continued to dodge and roll and blast out, singlehandedly protecting the Earth below birk from the deadly rain sent by the enemy.
Birk voice, transmitted through the communications device hardwired into the camera, picks up birk voice with clarity, even as bek gets further and further away from the spying satelite in birk efforts to destroy the incoming debris.
Everyone watching can hear clearly as bek says: “I told you I wasn’t going to go! I told you I didn’t want to go with you! I told you I just want to be friends! I told you I just–” bek blocks another meteor with birk arm guard, and this time everyone watching can see the way bek's movements falter from their sure, swift movements, the way bek’s losing focus, the way bek just barely managed to not get knocked back. “I just want to be friends! Please, Raventide, I need your help!”
The next meteor to strike bek hits bek right in the face with shocking forcing, sends bek spinning rapidly head over heels, birk cry of pain loud in the comm unit's speakers, birk rocket sputtering as bek tries to right biakcu and stop the out of control spin, even as more shrapnel, now no longer impeded by birk shield, begins to pelt bek.
Welts, dents, and cracks begin appearing in birk protective armour, the sound almost like rain against a metal roof.
And Raventide?
No one can believe what they’re seeing.
Because Raventide? Vel just stays where vel is, now leaning back on virl arms, casual as can be. Like there isn’t a massive cloud of debris raining down on the unprotected Earth right in front of vel. Like Foxfire isn’t fighting for birk life and now seriously injured, and sustaining more damage with every moment of the uncontrolled spin that passes. Like none of it matters. Like vel doesn’t care.
Foxfire manages to speak, birk stabilizers finally firing, slowing the deadly spin and allowing bek to get birk force-shield raised again, but flickering weakly. Bek calls desperately, “Please, Raventide, I can’t do this on my own!” The pain bek is in is clearly in birk voice, the damage to birk armour and the sensitive sytems in birk head making birk voice come out distorted and glitching, now joined by a constant, high, steady beep of alarm. “Please! Help me!”
Bek’s not meant to be fighting on birk own. They were built to fight together, as a pair, each covering the other's weak spots.
And Raventide, vel just smiles, expression plain as day without virl visor, glowing blue teeth bared against the light metal of virl face, and–
”No,” someone will say later, staring at the video, “That’s not a smile that’s–that’s a snarl.”
And vel tells Foxfire that vel isn't going to help bek protect the Earth until bek apologizes for not going on a date with vel.
Later that same day, when the storm ended and the two returned to the Earth's surface for repairs, Raventide told a grand story of virl bravery and heroism in protecting Foxfire when a clumsy, distracted move got bek hit and sent out of control. Vel awes the crowd of reporters with a story spun from nothing but lies, while Foxfire, severely damaged, but still not too damaged to speak, remains uncharacteristically silent in the background, letting Raventide have the stage.
Four months passed before the video recorded that day could be recovered, giving, to a few dozen people of Earth, their first idea that something was going seriously wrong with the cybernetic heros they idolized.
It wasn't the first warning they received, but it was the first one that hit home. And it wouldn't be the last.
#long post#neopronouns in action#neopronoun short story#neopronoun writing prompts#neopronoun short stories#neopronouns#novapronouns#supernovapronouns#supernova pronouns#novapronouns in action#novapronoun short story#bek/birk/biakcu#vel/virl/vialcu#bek/birk#vel/virl#velvirlpronouns#bekbirkpronouns#Robot characters#AI characters#firefox pun not intended. but it has been brought to my attention. I'm okay with this
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🤡🛒🤩?
Thank you for asking! 💜
Disclaimer: most of the fics I've written are 5+ years old. I'm an entirely different person and writer now lmao
🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh? A loootttt of scenes I've written with @young-bek over the years have made me laugh, but a few scenes with Owen and Ianto in my fic Leia the Unofficial Therapy Cat gave me a good chuckle. Most of my fics tend to lean towards the hurt/comfort instead of anything particularly comedic, but if I ever return to writing fics I hope it'd be something a little more lighthearted
🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc. As I said up above, hurt/comfort was a big thing for me. Many of my fics were me using them as an excuse to get some of my own complicated emotions out of my system (usually dealing with biphobia and depression), so the comfort at the end was quite nice. I'd often take a film or a song that reminded me of a character (let's be honest, usually Ianto) and incorporate them in some way
🤩 Who is your favorite character to write? Again, shocking news, it's Ianto! And Jack, and them being together ❤️
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“I'm here for the Joker,” The boy said and bruce nearly dropped his cup.
He’d come out of nowhere and it had taken the man a moment to recognise him. Phantom, an odd character he’d sparsely worked with before, stood in the Batcave with his eyes trained on bruce. The green irises bore into him, conveying just how serious the young hero was. Bruce sighed.
“Well, he’s not here-”
“You know that's not what I mean, Dark Knight.” Phantom cut off, not giving an inch. How a 5’6 teenager managed to look down at him, he’ll never know, but the use of his ‘title’ told Bruce this wasn’t a visit from phantom as a hero. He was visiting as Phantom, The Ghost King. That never ended well…
Phantom the hero was merciful, bashful, even playful and flippant in what little experience bruce had but Phantom The Ghost King? They had only met twice before and the first time almost ended in an interdimensional war.
When he didn't respond again, Phantom softened only marginally. Apparently sympathetic to the bat's position. He crossed his arms. Not in a self-important way, but more how a disgruntled parent might when dealing with a stubborn child.
“Look, I’ve tried to give you time but my subjects grow restless”
Phantom spoke again, knitting his brows and raising a hand as he spoke. Bruce scowled back “So let them. Surely they can't expect you to drag a man to his death prematurely” he argued. Phantom cocked his brow.
“The joker's death is far overdue. He should have faced his justice years ago.”
“You don't get to decide that!”
The moment after he said that, Bruce regretted it as the room took on a chill. The boy's eyes shone brighter and something crackled in the air. He didn't move. How he spoke and held himself didn't change an inch but suddenly, the air was filled with a sense of danger and bruce could swear he saw the faintest silhouette of a crown above Phantom's head for a moment.
“Actually, I do.”
His voice was final. “I came here out of respect for you and your territory, not to ask permission.”
“You have 3 days, Dark Knight. If The Joker is not in my domain by then, I will have no choice but to take him myself.”
And Phantom was gone. Leaving nothing but icy air in his wake.
#dp x dc crossover#bek writes#danny phantom#ghost king danny#batman#bruce wayne#he know not what he fuckuth with
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Wife and I are currently in a financial bind because wife's mental illness mental illness-ed when under additional stress of their phone suddenly needing repairs (another expense we weren't exactly ready for but could have eaten if not for Symptom aggravation)
They don't currently have access to a therapist/psych because their last one decided they were well enough to drop them when the clinic lost staff, plus don't currently have the freedom to take time off work with me being currently unable to work a normal/lucrative job.
We're at risk of being unable to pay for the water bill, the payment plan from my recent surgery, uber fare for me to get to my dr. appointment this week, and gas for wife to get to work.
$78.24/205
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Uber to/from Dr. Appt - $45
Gas for about 2 weeks - $25
I have complete art prints and TTRPG products available on my marketplaces at linktr.ee/bekandrew if you'd like something in return
I can also take (art and writing) commission requests at this time (details in pinned post and linktree), and you'd pay the downpayment of half after we agree what it is. I'm finishing up a large commission and may take more time than usual to start.
If you'd rather donate, my cashapp is $bekandrewttrpg and my Paypal is paypal.me/bekandrewTTRPG
#queer mutual aid#mutual aid#signal boost#bek speaks#art commissions#writing commissions#queer artist#trans artist#disability#sorry this has happened again
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Last year, for some reason a particular trauma anniversary was really getting to me. This year, it came and went (October 12th) and I completely forgot until today. I’ve.... kinda tried to talk about it but then I keep privating posts that go into it with more detail because the person responsible had still been active on tumblr this whole time up until 2021. It happened 10 years ago but it’s taken me a while to be able to even kind of wrap my head around the thing and then the entire “friendship” that surrounded it. The One Event was just one thing in a pattern of behavior, but at this time 10 years ago I was still struggling with the other trauma.
A lot of why I don’t talk about it in as much detail as I usually have done with traumablogging is that I think I really deeply blamed myself for a long time, and then I felt like. Embarrassed? In the sense of like “of all the shit that has happened to me in my life do we really need this to be on the list? Really?” I don’t know if I’m okay because I still have triggers about this abuser but it’s also the kind of thing that doesn’t hover at the front of my thoughts 24/7 either. That’s made it a bit harder to process. I’ve been so emotionally detached that at this point I’m not sure if I have things to feel on it anymore?
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They’re still in me they’re still in me they’re still in me they’re still in me they’re
I’ve always stayed in battle mode longer. It’s a problem for most people, especially most other caravan guards. Makes them more like to destroy their own goods or something; they say they go crazy. I’ve always gotten calmer, more focused. It’s always made things clearer for me: I can see better, hear more, react faster. I’m just better. And I love it.
Still in me still in me still in me still
Today, though? Right now it sucks. Today all it allows me is a better look at the bodies. My people torn to shreds, sinking into each other under my feet. My people turning to goo and ash and whatever fucking combo that makes down in the pit, the whirring of the smoking blades competing, now, only with the buzzing of flies. My people destroyed, their guts and organs and blood soaking into my boots, turned into fucking burning rainbow sand under Cog’s spell. At the hands of this fucking bitchass cunt of a god who thought they could touch my people.
Still in me still in mestillinmestillinmestillin
And they were right. Cause I wasn’t here. Cause I kept the cup cause I wanted insurance. Cause I was stuck in my head dealing with Hastur cause I hurt I’den cause I fucking tried to do the right thing by telling her I was being the biggest cunt in the world. My people. Destroyed cause of me.
STILL IN ME
They tried to tell me. All of them, my friends, my dads, Gru’umsh. Valentine. Fuck, even Asmo got some jabs in there, telling me I’ll never be more than this. This. Killing. Fighting. Destroying. And I can’t even do that shit right. A chuckle sounds in the air, too loud; too genuine. Fuck. I gotta get everyone out of here. They’re all waiting around covering their mouths, stunted by the smell of death. Even Cog tied herself up with a bandana. And I just strolled on in; walked in without a care in the world like this shit is my favorite cologne. What the hell is wrong with me. The whole fight, I felt nothing. Nothing. Just annoyance. This bitch came to my town and put their hands on my people? Asshole. And then they died and I felt. Sad? No. I felt disappointed. I wanted more from them. It was like they, the fucking god of destruction weren’t enough. They weren’t enough.
Still in
I turn. My boots squeak with thick wetness and it’s horrible so I listen. Bones crack and organs pop under my feet as I walk back to my friends and I would stumble if I’d allow it. If I had the time or the space. My people died because I decided I had time to fuck around. Because I forgot what I’m for. Cog killed Gru’umsh and she should be rightly proud of that but she doesn’t know. She can’t know. Gru’umsh leaned in and told me themself, practically whispered it into my ear as they drank my blood.
Still
I wrap myself in the secret’s mantle, coming to terms with it as quickly as I have to. Immediately. Gesturing Jack and Kana to my sides, sending them out in search of gasoline and matches as I turn to congratulate my friends. My family. My people. I will protect them, this time. I will do whatever it takes. I will not fail my people again. How could I, when they’re still in me? When we’re still..
Still just me?
#girl help I was just thinking about how Gru’umsh said they’re still in sunny and then I started considering dark!sunny#It’s a Fun narrative foil to cog’s deal with the rq#beks don’t look at this it kinda sucks#also sorrrrryyyyy it's in first person pov unfortunately it has to be for me to write sunny prose cause i HATE myself#anyway i was just thinking it would be sexy and fun (and on brand) of sunny to accidentally make herself the vessel of gru'umsh#oh btw they/them pronouns for gru'umsh in this game so#✨diversity win ✨ the god who slaughtered all your people is nonbinary#also just in general i think. i think.#i think a lot about sunny and also#LOGISTICALLY i know the reason i'm kinda disappointed by the gru'umsh fight is that we've leveled a lot since we last fought them and it was#like 6 v 1 and we were all rolling really well so there wasn't MUCH ryan could do about it but still#NARRATIVELY i think it would be neat if the reason it was so easy is that sunny somehow accidentally became the HB of destruction#fellas? is it horrible to be built for protecc but so good at attac?#yes 😇😅😭#um yeah anyway this is Not Good and also Not a Real Theory but it was fun? i guess?#that's not really true what it was was Necessary#also! allowed me to vent out my thoughts about why sunny's such a different person in combat than in rp#uhhhhh#also re: the bodies#gore#gore cw#blood#blood cw#bone#bone cw#death#death cw#body horror#body horror cw#i mean it's existential and metaphysical and metaphorical but still
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Hey, just an idea that would work really well, I think. Can you do a smut with a horribly jealous Elijah? They have a casual affair going because she has severe intimacy issues, but Elijah is deeply in love and needs her to realize that?
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18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}
You've denied what your heart wants for so long and Elijah is tired of waiting.
♡♡ Thanks for the request, I may have gotten a little carried away with this one ♡♡
6.2k words - Warnings: smut, lots of drinking / drunkenness, men being gross, white knight Elijah, dom!elijah (as dom as I can write it, I'm just a sappy romantic), rough(ish) sex, rim job (f!receiving), blood drinking, biting & hangovers.
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It was annoying, really, how good Elijah was in bed. You never thought you would be the kind of girl who would lose your mind over a simple touch, but you couldn't get enough. You had never felt this way, even after months of sex, and it was maddening.
You had started sleeping together on a whim, one night of drinking leading to a night of fun. It was just meant to be a one-time thing, but it became more frequent, and then more, until you found yourself spending more time with him than alone.
‘No strings attached’ you had said when you first started sleeping together, but as time went on, Elijah was getting more and more attached and so were you.
When you were underneath him, clinging to his strong shoulders, panting and moaning as he completely unraveled you, it was easy to forget that it was supposed to be casual. But then his gaze would lock onto yours, those dark intense eyes with so much love pouring out of them and you couldn't stand it.
You would close your eyes and look away, your heart beating so hard you thought it would explode. He would always pause for a second, then keep going.
This wasn't supposed to happen, this wasn't the deal, and you wanted him to stop, but at the same time you didn't. The look he gave you frightened you, it was like he was seeing inside your soul, seeing all the parts of you that you tried so hard to keep secret.
Elijah had never hidden the fact that he wanted more from you, but he had respected your boundaries. He hid how much it hurt him when you told him that you didn't want more, and you knew that, yet he kept going, because he couldn't stay away from you.
He would give you anything you asked for, and he would take anything you gave him, and he would never tell you that he was unhappy.
He was always so good to you.
Until you started seeing other people.
And then he wasn't so good.
Elijah heard the click of your boots before you even entered the compound. He'd been listening for them all morning, his ears trained to the sound, his heart lifting every time a woman with the right footfall walked in. Only when he'd heard you arrive would he relax his shoulders, his mind no longer consumed with the idea of you and another man together.
It was a new torture. Before, he had just wanted you. Now, he had you, and he knew that someone else was touching you, and that someone wasn't him.
"Beks! Beks! Oh my God, what a night!" You came bounding through the courtyard, you had a coffee in one hand and a fresh bouquet of flowers in the other. Still in the same clothes you left in last night, the only change was your makeup smudged, your hair a little messy.
Elijah watched you from the balcony above. You hadn't seen him yet. You were too busy gushing to Rebekah, who had been waiting eagerly for your return.
"What happened? I lost you after we did those shots with Klaus." Rebekah asked, taking the flowers and looking you over.
"Okay, you know that hot guy who was flirting with me at the bar? Well I went to some house party with him and a few of his friends," You said, sitting down next to Rebekah and taking a long sip of coffee. "So we were all drinking, and then we did some shots, and then a couple of lines, and then one thing led to another..."
You trailed off, grinning at her. She gave you a look, gesturing for you to go on.
Elijah tried his best not to listen, but he could help himself. He had never been able to resist the sound of your voice.
"So what happened?" She asked.
"Well, we ended up in the kitchen and he was fucking me against the counter," You said with a giggle.
"Was he any good?"
"Not really," You replied, taking a big gulp of coffee and rolling your eyes. "But the kitchen was real fancy, and there was a maid who saw us."
Rebekah laughed, shaking her head.
"That is classic, darling," She said, handing you back the flowers.
"Yeah, and then when I was on my way out in the morning I stole these right out of a vase," You said proudly, putting them down on the table next to you.
The sound of your giggles floated up to him. It was utterly infuriating, and at the same time, it was like a balm to his soul.
Elijah had never felt this way before.
Pure, untamed, jealousy.
He knew he shouldn't care, he knew he should be happy for you, but he couldn't stop thinking about you with other men. He couldn't stop wondering what it was like, what they were like. What did they say to you, did they make you laugh, did they touch you the way he did?
Did you want them, the way you wanted him?
And most importantly, why wasn't he enough?
"So are you going to see him again? Did he get your number?" Rebekah asked, breaking Elijah out of his dark thoughts.
"No, and yes. He wanted to go out again tonight," You replied.
"Are you going to say yes?"
"Maybe," You said, shrugging. "I'd prefer to go out with you guys, though. Maybe we could get Kol to come along."
"That would be lovely, maybe we could even convince Elijah to join," Rebekah said, smiling mischievously.
Elijah perked up at this and decided to make his presence known. He descended the stairs, trying to appear nonchalant, his usual charming self.
"Good morning, ladies," He said, his eyes fixed on you. You turned and smiled, and it made his heart skip a beat.
"Hey," You replied, grinning.
"We were just talking about going out tonight," Rebekah said, glancing between you.
"Oh? Where are you going?" Elijah asked.
"Not sure yet, wherever Beks wants," You replied. "But we were thinking that we could all go, you included."
Elijah tried not to react. He didn't want to go anywhere, not if you were going to bring one of your...paramours.
"Maybe," He said, keeping his tone light.
"Aw, come on, please?" You begged, flashing him those big, pretty eyes and batting your eyelashes.
"Yes, come with us," Rebekah joined in.
Elijah knew he would cave, like always. He couldn't say no to you, not when you looked at him like that.
"Fine," He agreed, and Rebekah and you cheered.
"It'll be fun, I promise," You said, and Elijah hoped so. He didn't think he could take much more of this.
Elijah found himself in the back of a car with his siblings. He had tried to stay home, to come up with an excuse, but Rebekah had dragged him out the door and into the car, saying that she didn't want him to sit at home and brood all night.
You were sitting in the passenger seat, talking animatedly to Rebekah. Klaus was driving, and Kol was on the phone with Davina, telling her all about the plans for the night.
"I can't believe we managed to get you out of the house without you wearing a suit," you teased, admiring his outfit. He had opted for a white shirt and black pants, his sleeves rolled up and his collar unbuttoned. He looked ridiculously good.
"I can dress casually, when I want to," He said, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Maybe when you are going to bed," You replied, winking. He raised his eyebrows and smirked, the sight of it sending a rush of heat to your core.
"I'd be happy to show you, if you would like," He said, his voice deep and sexy.
The rest of the Mikaelsons didn't know about the affair you and Elijah were having. It was meant to be casual, you didn't want anything serious, and so the two of you were keeping it a secret. But they definitely suspected something was up, considering the flirting, the longing looks, and the time Klaus saw Elijah sneaking out of your room.
"Maybe later, if you're lucky," You shot back, giving him a wink.
He chuckled and shook his head, trying not to grin like an idiot. He was failing.
"Don't mind me, I'll just sit here and pretend I can't hear any of this," Kol interjected, looking up from his phone.
"Hush, brother," Elijah said, and Kol made a face, returning his attention to Davina.
You continued talking to Rebekah and Kol, trying to ignore the heat of Elijah's gaze on you.
When you arrived at the club, Kol immediately disappeared to go find Davina and Klaus was swarmed by women within seconds of entering the place.
You and Rebekah got drinks, and Elijah stayed close, trying not to stare at the way you moved your hips, the way your skin glowed in the dark, the way the tight dress you wore clung to your curves.
"Dance with me," You said, turning and holding out a hand. Elijah hesitated, his eyes roaming your body.
"I don't dance," He said.
"Liar," You accused, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the crowd. He followed, letting you lead him.
Once you reached the dance floor, you started moving to the beat. Your hands rested on his chest, his arms wrapping around you, the two of you moving together. The way you felt around him was indescribable, and you never wanted to leave his embrace.
The music was loud, and the people were packed together. He could feel the warmth of your body, the softness of your skin, the way your breath hitched when he pulled you closer.
You leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear, and he inhaled sharply.
"Come on, Elijah, have some fun," You purred.
"I'm having plenty of fun," He replied, his voice low and rough.
"Are you sure? You seem a little tense," You teased, your hand slipping under the bottom of his shirt, feeling his skin.
"I'm sure," He said, his hand resting on your waist.
You smiled, your eyes glittering with mischief.
"Let's go somewhere quieter, then," You suggested, pulling him away from the dance floor and towards a secluded corner.
"Is that a good idea?" He asked, his tone serious, but his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Probably not," You replied, and he grinned.
You stopped, the two of you hidden by shadows, and Elijah pressed his lips to yours. You could taste the hint of whiskey, the faint scent of his cologne lingering on his skin.
He was so gentle, his hands cupping your cheeks as he kissed you slowly, his lips warm and soft against yours. You wanted something more aggressive from him, you tugged at his hair, trying to deepen the kiss, but he kept his pace slow, steady, torturous.
You pulled away, the alcohol coursing through your veins, your head spinning. You could hear your heartbeat thumping in your ears, feel his breath hot on your cheek.
He was gazing at you, his eyes dark and intense, and you felt a surge of fear and vulnerability that made you snap.
"Stop. Doing. That." You said, pulling away.
"What?"
"Looking at me like that," You replied.
"How am I looking at you?"
"Like...like..." You trailed off, unsure how to explain it. Like he was looking at you like he loved you, like he wanted you. It was unsettling.
"Like I love you? Because I do."
"Shut up," You muttered, avoiding his gaze.
He took your chin and forced you to look at him. His expression was serious, his gaze boring into yours.
"What do I have to do to convince you?" He said pressing you further into the wall, his body trapping yours.
"Do I have to fuck you so hard you never think about another man again?" He growled. "Is that what you want?"
You stared at him, unable to speak.
"Do you want me to tear off your clothes right here and now, and fuck you against the wall, where anyone could see us? Is that what it will take to convince you?" He said, his voice low and husky.
Your mouth opened, but no words came out.
He chuckled, and his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply, passionately, making your knees weak and your heart race. His hands were everywhere, pulling at your clothes, touching every inch of your skin.
"What do I have to do to make you mine and only mine?" He asked, his voice thick and raspy, his fingers gripping your hips and digging in.
You whimpered, trying to catch your breath. He was usually so reserved, so gentle and controlled. This was something else, this was him letting go, and it was overwhelming.
"Lijah-," You moaned, trying to form a coherent thought. "I need some air," You said, pushing him away.
He reluctantly let you go, watching you walk away with pain in his eyes.
You slipped through the crowd and towards the bar, ordering a drink and trying to compose yourself. You could still feel his body heat, his touch on your skin.
"Hey dollface," A voice came from behind you. It was a guy you'd met the night before. Flashes of the fancy kitchen returned to your mind, but you really didn't want to repeat what you'd done last night.
"Hey," You said, smiling politely. "I didn't expect to see you here."
"Yeah, me neither," He laughed. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"Thanks," You replied, finishing the one in your hand. "I'll have a whiskey,"
"Be right back," He winked, disappearing towards the bartender.
You waited for a few minutes before he came back with two glasses of whiskey.
"What are you doing tonight?” He said, giving you a flirty smile.
You gave him a coy smile, sipping your drink.
"Oh, I don't know. Whatever you're into," You said, watching his expression change.
You loved this, the chase, the anticipation of knowing what would happen next. It wasn't even necessarily about the sex, it was about being wanted. You loved to be touched, to be desired, to be looked at with awe and lust. It was easy for you, just a game that you liked to play, a way to make you feel special.
But Elijah was still on your mind, eating away at any enjoyment you should be getting out of this encounter. So you drank, more than you usually did, hoping the alcohol would help numb the feelings you had for him.
Unfortunately, it only made everything worse.
You didn't care about this guy, nor did you want to sleep with him again, you were just enjoying the attention. You needed to forget Elijah and focus on something else, anything.
The rest of the night became a blur, a messy, meaningless haze of alcohol and sounds and hands on your skin. You lost track of time, you stopped caring and you found yourself outside the club, being pulled towards his car, giggling and hiccupping the whole time.
"Come on, sugar, it'll be fun," He slurred, wrapping an arm around you. "Let's have another round at my place," He was trying to pull you into the backseat, and you were too drunk and dizzy to put up a fight.
"I don't know," you mumbled, trying to focus on his face but having a hard time keeping him in your line of vision. He flashed you a dopey smile, leaning in and giving you a sloppy kiss.
"My friieennds will be worried," you protested, trying to get him off you. He wasn't really listening, his attention focusing on groping your ass. You tried to get him to let go of you, pushing on his chest, but he didn't budge.
"I'm sory-" you slurred, "tis was bad idea,"
"Why?" He asked, confusion etched across his face.
"I'm farrrrr to drunk," you said, the words coming out slowly, "I shouldna had that fifth drink,"
"You're very cute when you're drunk," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Shtop," you slurred, struggling to get out of his grasp.
You saw Elijah leaving the club with Klaus and tried to push the man off.
"My frriiieends areleaving,"
"Come on, they'll understand," he replied, tightening his grip on you.
You started to panic, the world was spinning, and you couldn't think straight. Elijah saw you and came over, the look on his face making it clear that he knew what was going on.
"Lijah-" you said, reaching for him.
The man backed off immediately when he saw Elijah, running his hand through his hair nervously.
"Are you okay?" Elijah asked, pulling you into his arms. You collapsed against his chest, breathing in his familiar scent.
"Too drunk," you slurred, your head lolling against his chest.
He picked you up bridal style, glaring at the man, who was shrinking into himself. He brought you to the car and sat you down in the back seat, he leaned over to fasten your seatbelt and you looked up at him, trying to focus on his face.
"I'm sorry, he jus-just wouldn't stop." You said, your words coming out slowly.
Elijah's demeanor completely changed when he saw how drunk you were. He could smell the alcohol on your breath, see the fog in your eyes.
"Klaus, watch her. I'll be right back," he said, before disappearing.
You tilted your head back, the whole car felt like it was spinning. Klaus was saying something you couldn't quite make out, the words muffled.
You sat in silence for a few minutes, until Elijah came back and got in the car. He had a grim look on his face and there was blood on his shirt.
"Lij-lijah," You whispered, reaching out for him as he sat next to you. "Please tell me you didn't killed him,"
Elijah didn't say a word, just wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. You leaned into his embrace, resting your head on his shoulder.
"Thank you," You mumbled, your words slurring together.
He smiled slightly, holding you tightly.
You began to drift off to sleep, feeling safe in his arms. He stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
Elijah was hurt that you ran away after his confession. He was the patient one, the one who always waited for you, always put you first. But he was tired of waiting. He couldn't pretend to not have feelings for you anymore, so he'd said something. Then you fled, too scared of commitment, too frightened of intimacy to stick around.
He'd hoped you would give him a chance, that you could learn to trust him and open your heart. But you had rejected him, again and again, and he was done waiting for you to change your mind.
When the car pulled up in front of the compound, you stumbled out, the alcohol making you unsteady on your feet. Your heels making it impossible to walk properly.
You took a tumble but Klaus caught you, wrapping an arm around your waist and helping you stay upright.
"I got her," Elijah said, his voice soft.
"I'm fiiiiinnnnneeee," You protested, trying to push them away, but you fell again and Elijah picked you up and carried you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent.
"Always such a gentleman," You giggled, your face buried in his neck.
"Sometimes," He said, amusement clear in his voice.
"You look very nice tonight," you added, tugging at his hair.
He brought you to your room and set you on the bed, pulling off your heels and helping you under the blankets.
"Lijah I'm cold, will you come keep me warm?" You pouted, batting your eyelashes at him.
Elijah let out a long sigh, and climbed into bed with you, his arms wrapped around your waist.
You cuddled up to him, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms around you. You couldn't deny the feelings you had for him, but you were determined to push them away. You didn't deserve him, he was far too good for you.
"I'm sorry, Lijah," You whispered, you placed your thigh around his hips, wrapping yourself around him. You wanted him closer, you wanted to feel his skin against yours, feel his heartbeat against your chest. "I want you," you breathed, pressing your lips to his.
He didn't respond, just pulled his head back and stared at you. His gaze was intense, and you found yourself unable to look away, you felt like your heart was being cracked open, exposed.
"No, you don't, you're just drunk," He whispered, his breath hot on your cheek. You were confused, conflicted by the emotions you were feeling, the sensations his closeness provoked.
"Let me show you," You whispered, grabbing the lapels of his jacket, trying to kiss him again, but he pulled back, breaking your hold.
You whimpered, frustrated, as he carefully unwound your arms, freeing himself.
"I can't keep doing this," He said, his voice pained, "it's not fair to either of us. I'm done being the second choice. I'm done being the one you run to when you have nowhere else to go."
"That's not true-" You said, tears welling up in your eyes. You felt like your heart was breaking, shattering into a million pieces, but you couldn't let him know, you couldn't show how much you were hurting.
"Isn't it?" He asked, his tone calm, but there was a fury in his eyes, "I love you, but this isn't working. I'm done wasting my time waiting for you to pick me. I'm just...I'm done,"
You felt like he'd punched you in the gut, your heart was pounding, your stomach twisting in knots. You tried to think of a reply, but you couldn't find any words. You laid there in silence, unable to speak.
He looked at you for a moment, then nodded to himself, as if he'd made up his mind. He got out of bed and left without a word.
Your mind raced as you processed what had just happened.
You were overwhelmed, your emotions a hurricane in your mind. Everything was a mess. You could feel your heart rate rising, your body starting to shake, your breathing coming in shallow bursts. You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down, trying to relax, but the panic wouldn't go away.
Then it started, you were shaking uncontrollably, tears pouring down your face, and you couldn't stop crying. You rolled onto your side and curled into a ball, gripping your legs as tightly as possible, the tears flowing freely as you let out a strangled sob.
You cried yourself to sleep, Elijah's name on your lips.
The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache and a mouthful of sand. Your whole body ached, and the sunlight streaming through the windows made your head throb.
You dragged yourself from the shower, then to the kitchen, in search of coffee like it was a life line.
"Morning, sunshine," Rebekah chirped, way too cheerful for how shitty you felt.
You just grunted in response, pouring yourself a cup of coffee and adding a splash of whiskey. "Can you turn me so I don't have to feel like shit," You asked, leaning against the counter.
Rebekah snorted, sipping her coffee.
"That's a terrible reason to become a vampire," She replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, it would save me from hangovers," You shot back, and she shook her head, amused.
"So, how was your night?" You asked, and she smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"It was fantastic," She replied, and you chuckled, taking a long drink of your coffee.
"I'm glad someone had a good time," You said, and she gave you a sympathetic look.
"I thought you and Elijah were hitting it off?" She asked, and you sighed, shaking your head.
"It's complicated," You replied, not wanting to go into detail.
"It's not," she replied, her tone matter-of-fact. "You are just making it so,"
You glared at her, irritated.
"Look, I'm not trying to pry, but I've seen the way you two look at each other. You are both just being stubborn," She continued, and you huffed, rolling your eyes.
"Whatever, I don't want to talk about it," You replied, trying to change the subject.
"Love can be messy," She said, and you laughed, shaking your head.
"Yeah, that's why I don't do it," You replied, and she gave you a look, her brow furrowed.
"You love Elijah, it's not a dirty word," She said, and you scoffed.
"I do not," You protested, and she sighed, exasperated.
"Love isn't something you can opt out of," She replied, her voice soft. "Trust me I've tried,"
You were silent, unable to think of a retort.
"You are just scared, that's all," She continued, and you looked away, not wanting to meet her gaze.
"There's nothing wrong with that, but it's also no reason to run away," She added, her voice gentle.
"I'm not running, I'm living my best life," You replied, a hint of bitterness in your voice.
She just stared at you, her expression one of pity.
"Yeah, well, maybe your best life needs some changes," She said, finishing her coffee and standing up. "I'll see you later,"
You slunk into a chair, nursing your coffee and trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in your stomach.
You didn't even try to deny her accusations, the words dying in your throat. Because she was right, you were scared.
You found Elijah in his room, sitting on the window seat, reading. He looked up when you entered, a small smile on his face.
"How are you feeling? He asked.
"Like shit," You mumbled, shuffling your feet.
"Understandable," He replied, looking back down at his book.
You fidgeted with the hem of your dress, unable to meet his gaze.
"So, last night..." You started, trailing off.
He glanced at you, a curious look on his face.
"I'm sorry," You continued, looking down at your feet.
He put his book down and stood up, walking over to you. He kept his distance, but there was a familiar look in his eyes.
"Did you really mean it? When you said you didn't want this?" You asked, gesturing between the two of you.
"What would you have me do?" He asked, his expression unreadable.
You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You didn't know what to say, you didn't have the words to describe what you were feeling. So you did what you always did when things got tough, you shut down, closed yourself off and tried to run.
You turned away, ready to walk out, but Elijah grabbed your arm, stopping you. He pulled you close, his face inches from yours.
"Why do you keep pushing me away?" He asked, his voice soft.
You swallowed hard, your throat dry. You tried to think of something to say, something that would make him understand, but your mind was blank.
"Because... Because I'm scared," You said, your voice barely a whisper.
He lifted your chin up, his gaze searching yours.
"What are you afraid of?" He asked, and you let out a shaky breath.
"I'm afraid of losing you," You said, your voice breaking slightly. "I'm afraid that you'll break my heart,"
His eyes grew dark and he pushed you back against the wall. Your heart hammered in your chest, fear and desire surging through your body. His hands gripped your hips, his gaze hungry and dangerous. You saw his desire, his love, and for once, you didn't want to run from it.
You pushed against his chest, your breathing becoming shallow, but he didn't budge. He was firm, unyielding, just like his love for you.
His hands traveled up your body, pushing up your dress. He pulled it over your head and tossed it aside, leaving you exposed and vulnerable before him. He looked down at you, drinking in the sight, and you felt a rush of heat in your core. His gaze was almost too much to bear, but you held it, refusing to back down. He pressed his lips to yours, the kiss hungry and rough, and you moaned against his lips.
"I can't share you anymore," he whispered, his voice strained with effort, his nose buried in your neck.
"You don't have to," you mumbled, gasping when he sank his fangs into your neck. You gripped his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
"Good," he growled, withdrawing his fangs. His tongue lapped at your neck, sending a wave of pleasure through you.
"Mine," he said, a possessive edge to his voice.
You trembled under his touch, his kiss growing even more heated. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. He lifted your thigh, wrapping it around his hips and pressing your back against the wall.
"I'm going keep you in my bed until you understand," he growled, and you moaned, unable to think straight.
He ripped your panties off, tossing them aside before sinking two fingers into you. You arched your back, grinding against his hand, desperate for relief. He pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in slow circles as his fingers pumped into you.
He watched you, a small smirk on his face, enjoying the way you came undone beneath him. Something in him had snapped, and he could not longer hold back his need for you to be his. He tried many times to show you how much he loves you, but you always ran away at the first sign of intimacy. Not this time though, he was going to break down every wall you'd built and claim you.
You were getting closer to the edge, your breathing labored as your pleasure built. Just as you were on the verge, he removed his fingers from you, denying you relief. You cried out, trying to grind against him, but he held you still. He loved seeing you like this, desperate and begging for him.
"Now you know how I feel," he whispered, and you gasped, his words sending a shockwave through you.
He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped you around, slamming you against the wall, making the painting beside you rattling in its place.
He pressed himself into your back, his hand circling your throat, the other wandering freely. He ran his finger along the clasp of your bra, freeing your breasts from the lacy material.
His fingers traced your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks, his lips on your neck. You whimpered as he rolled his hips against you, the bulge in his pants rubbing against your ass.
"I'm going to mark every inch of your perfect skin," He purred, his voice thick with desire. "So everyone knows you are mine,"
He nipped at your neck, his fangs threatening to break the surface again. You moaned, grinding against him, desperate for more. He chuckled, sucking at the spot on your neck, leaving a dark hickey behind.
He pulled you away from the wall and pushed you onto the bed, forcing you onto all fours. His hands gripped your hips, and he leaned forward, licking a strip down the length of your spine. You shivered, your whole body alive and sensitive to his touch. He slid his tongue between your cheeks, stopping to suck and lick at your tight little hole, sending wave after wave of pleasure through you.
You tried to sit up but he pushed you back down, his tongue spearing into your rear entrance. You moaned, squirming under him, your face flushed with desire. He inserted a finger into your pussy, and began to slowly fuck you.
It didn't take long for your thighs to start shaking, your muscles tensing as your orgasm approached. You bit your lip, trying to hold back, but it was futile. You let go with a low moan and suddenly yelped as he sunk his fangs into your ass cheek.
"Lijah!" You exclaimed, surprised.
This rough, wild side of him, so completely different from the gentle, refined man you knew, it scared and excited you. The way took control was the most erotic thing you've experienced in a long time.
He flipped you over and pressed you down onto the bed, straddling you. His pupils were blown wide, his lips stained red with blood, his breathing heavy. You tried to reach up and touch him, but he pinned your wrists down. You lay there, unable to move, completely at his mercy. You had never felt so safe and loved in your entire life.
He freed your wrists kissed them gently, a soothing gesture that contrasted with the roughness from earlier. His lips trailed down your arms, kissing, sucking, and nipping at your skin. You shuddered as his breath ghosted against your neck.
You tugged at his shirt, and he let you strip him of it, his bare skin warm and firm against your own. You ran your hands over his chest, relishing the feel of him.
He pulled off his pants, laying down beside you, your naked bodies intertwining. You stared up at him, a soft smile on your lips. He returned it, his gaze unguarded and gentle. He captured your lips in a sweet kiss, his hands stroking your face and hair.
"I'm sorry for being a fool," you said softly, your eyes glassy with tears.
"Shhh," he murmured, nuzzling your neck. "You have nothing to be sorry for,"
"I do," you insisted. "I love you, I've always loved you. I was just...I was just scared to admit it, to myself or anyone else."
You looked up at him, your expression vulnerable, your eyes pleading. He smiled softly and brushed his lips against yours, a gentle kiss, almost a question.
"Be mine, only mine," he whispered, his forehead resting against yours.
"Yes," you breathed, your heart hammering in your chest. "Always."
He parted your legs and slowly eased inside of you, a growl rumbling deep in his chest. He began moving his hips in a rhythmic motion, his fingers gripping the sheets.
You looked into his eyes, feeling whole. He was giving you such pleasure, and his love radiated from him, engulfing you. Everything behind his eyes, the trust and tenderness, the pain and loneliness, you saw all of it.
It made you feel like you were part of his inner world. He was baring his soul to you, letting you in and you were doing the same, letting him see beyond all of the walls and boundaries, right into the depths of your heart and spirit.
And the intensity of it all wasn't scary, it felt liberating, it felt right. His body was just a shell for his fire, for the overwhelming love he felt for you. You both weren't physical beings anymore, but something beyond. Like you are one entity, one flame, burning bright.
You couldn't really describe how you felt, but there was this sense of completion, like you've found something that had been missing all this time. You could see it in his eyes too, a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he looked lighter somehow.
You two were making love, and you were both acutely aware of it. There was no mistaking this for anything less, even if you tried. Time seemed to stand still and the outside world fell away, leaving only the two of you. No past or future, just the present.
You didn't need to talk, there was no need for words. You could feel his thoughts, and you could feel him understand yours, the two of you harmonizing and flowing with each other in an endless, gentle rhythm.
This was what he wanted all this time, to show you what sex can really mean when it is shared between two souls, two hearts. Not just animalistic fucking, but pure love-making, a deeper level of intimacy. And you understood now, you were becoming one.
You didn't know how long you had been making love, it could have been hours, or maybe it was days. All you knew was that it was the best experience of your life.
He was being serious when he said he was going to keep you in his bed until you understood. And now you do, now you understand what it means to be loved by him. What it is like to be part of him, to share that connection, that bond.
Your bodies were covered with sweat, entangled as one, both of you out of breath. Every muscle was sore but you didn't care. You were drunk off his love.
"Can we stay like this forever?" You asked, your eyes half closed, exhaustion setting in.
"Yes," He whispered, caressing your cheek. "Because you are mine, all mine,"
"Yours," you said sleepily, snuggling into him.
This was just one night together, a small taste of what being with him was going to be like, and you knew you would never be the same again. He had destroyed your walls and torn down every boundary you had built around yourself.
He held your bleeding heart in his hands, and instead of crushing it, he gave you his own.
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I am an awful degenerate so here, have these.
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~ Dari
Divines(minus Rex)
Bek: Divine of Stars
blinks very slowly at first to process what you're asking and slowly turns red before slowly nodding his head
gosh, you really just keep surprising him with your strange requests
jumps a bit when your hands first rest on his bare chest and squeaks when you squeeze
"Love, a - are you sure you like this??? It feels... Strange bu - but not bad I uh - actually really like it.... Don't - don't look at me like that!" >////<
Daz: Divine of Weather
smirks, all big and cocky - crosses his arms to pronounce them a bit
"Like what you see, huh, storm cloud?"
demeanor changes a little once you touch them, cheeks pink and he's biting his lip
gasps when you squeeze, just to clear his throat and lean in and mumble, "You shouldn't start something you can't finish."
Kel: Divine of Oceans
blinks very slowly before raising his eyebrows, somewhat amused
a little hesitant but is curious how it'd feel so allowed it for now
surprisingly leans in with a little shuddered exhale, blushing pretty clearly
"I... Do it again."
Leo: Divine of Nature
scrunches up his nose, but clearly embarrassed
rolled his eyes and huffed out that he supposed it wouldn't be terrible as it would be you doing it
high pitched noise slipped out in a mixture of surprised and in reaction to the feeling, likely as he's touch starved
"Stop smiling!! T - this is just a simple experiment!"
Nix: Divine of Attraction
he’s not surprised, though this is definitely the first time someone had such a pointed interest in them
like, he’s all “👀” and very interested to see what you’d do, probably teases you by calling you a pervert
he bites his lip and sighs when you touch them, head rolling back and looking at you with a sly little smile
“Oh my, darling, so bold.”
Vox: Divine of Sound
chokes on spit and sputters nervously for a good bit of time
understands the implications immediately, though undoubtedly embarrassed
gasps softly when you first touch his chest and let's out a tiny whine when you squeeze, arching his back a bit
"OH!! I - I d - didn't mean to do that... I uh - can'thelpbutbevocal." >////>
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Mostly Void
Warnings: BEK/BEC. Talk of deterioration, bad health, mental health implications.
Narration by Otis Jiry for Chilling Tales for Dark Nights. (Opens in new tab.)
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