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hang up if u want to | kmg

he's in japan. you're at home, knowing there's no point in staring at your phone, waiting. mingyu might not wanna define what the two of you are, but that certainly doesn't stop him from asking for what he wants.

pairing: idol!mingyu x f. reader genre: situationship au; a lil angst, smut warnings: swearing. sexting — use of gendered terms for genitalia, mentions of oral and penetrative sex, masturbation, images/videos, dirty talk i guess?, squirting. one mention of reader wearing a dress. another mention of reader wearing mingyu’s shirt and it being large on her. (not meant to be an indication of size—that mf is just so large i think most people would drown in his clothes.) mingyu is domineering and kind of brat tamer-y but i wouldn't say this is dom-y at all. he also uses the term "baby" a lot bc i refuse to use y/n. rating: explicit. minors dni. wordcount: 3.6k listen to: namasenda - dare (pm) / khalid, 6lack, ty dolla $ign - otw / keshi - like i need u / edward maya & vika jigulina - stereo love / monsta x - addicted / brockhampton - sugar / shy martin - good together author's note: hello, i barely text men let alone sext them, so if this sucks my bad. i'm also not 100% comfy for writing any groups outside of bts, so i'm also sorry if the characterization is off. the mingyu brainrot was brainrotting tho bc if there's one thing he's gonna do it's look hot holding his phone in a photo, so. here we are. i was gonna wait and post this tomorrow but it's valentine's day so fuck it we ball. thank you: @the-boy-meets-evil, @hot-soop, & @effortandmore for checking this over and brainstorming with me. namasenda for the lyrics in the title and inspo.

Kim Mingyu Missed Call (2)

Your eyes glance upwards at the time. It’s nearing one a.m.; Mingyu’s second call came and went only a few minutes ago. The first one will have come not long after he got off stage, because they always do. There’s a script—unspoken and unacknowledged, but a script nonetheless—and Mingyu follows it religiously.

You sigh. Leave your phone on your nightstand as you change into pajamas, back into the bathroom to wash your face. Roll your eyes as you hear the texts roll in, the sound grating and ominous as it vibrates against the wood.

All part of the script.

Kim Mingyu: just got back to the hotel Kim Mingyu: you up

Also part of the script: this is the only way it goes. Maybe Mingyu wants to text you, but adrenaline’s the only reason he ever goes through with it. That post-concert high, nothing else to do with all that energy but invest it into you, and the thing about scripts is that they get old, grow stale. Always the same thing, and you can only have that conversation so many times before you get tired and rip it up.

We all have roles to play. Mingyu is the one who refuses to define what it is the two of you have, put a label on it. He’s the one who calls from countries away and speaks in that low, hushed tone. He’s the tempter, the one who holds all the cards but refuses to lay them down.

A royal flush, every single time.

And you—you’re not helpless. Not some poor creature fighting for its life in a spun-silk web. Mingyu’s capable of devouring you in more ways than one, but it’s not like that. Not really. As laissez-faire as he is, you come and go as you please, too. Perhaps it’s as mutually beneficial as it is destructive, but that’s the nature of the production; the result of the roles you two of you play.

Kim Mingyu: you ignoring me? Kim Mingyu: i saw your ig story Kim Mingyu: knock it off baby

You smile, private and sardonic, because you aren’t helpless. Sometimes it’s your web, and it’s all Mingyu can do to keep his head above water. Another role you’d borrowed from someplace else but still have memorized. Still remember all the lines, the mannerisms.

On your story: a video of you, bare skin glittering beneath the golden-fluorescent light of your bathroom; you, with your dress unzipped, the straps slipping down your arms; your hand pressed to your chest to keep yourself covered. Your back turned to the camera, visible only in the mirror, as the silk dropped to the floor.

In the settings: only two accounts given permission to see, both belonging to the same person.

In your DMs: Mingyu, on his private account with the username that looks more like a keysmash than any legible thing, reacting with the fire emoji.

Related: the image hovering just above Mingyu’s texts. The one he’d repaid you with not long after seeing your story. A mirror selfie of his own: grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, a soaked-through white t-shirt stuck to his stomach, the lines of his abs visible.

That, and everything below it—all left unanswered.

The thing about Mingyu is he’ll give chase. Doesn’t shy away from all the things he wants; isn’t shy about giving voice to them.

But he’ll never, ever beg.

(Not like this, at least. When he’s in your bed it’s always a different story. He’s a kept man, there, and kept men have no qualms about things like that. Begging for your mouth, your pussy. Begging you to let him come.)

Normally you’d let it go. Let him talk to himself in your texts, because he’s got a lot of nerve if nothing else, but you’d gone out earlier. Grabbed a few drinks with your girlfriends, let the alcohol thrum through you like a livewire. Watched as they danced with men whose names they didn’t know and never learned and thought about what it’d be like to be able to do something like that in public.

Got home, felt a little scorned, just on the edge of bitter. Made a show of taking your dress off in the bathroom mirror and posted it someplace you knew he’d look.

You: did you like it?

Rhetorical. Mingyu may not want to put a label on this thing, might not want to be caged-in and suffocated, but you know what you do to him. All the ways you affect him.

i could tell you, comes the immediate reply, and your eyes are halfway rolled when—

Kim Mingyu: or i could show you

It takes a second to come through, but once it does your breath hitches in your throat. Far from the most obscene image he’s ever sent you, but just as effective. An expanse of tanned, soft skin, lean muscle; still in those same grey sweats, bunched up a little on the thigh as he lays in his plush hotel bed with his legs spread.

At the center of it all, the outline of his hard, thick cock, so fucking big as it stretches the fabric taut.

All you can do is stare.

Mingyu is not of this earth. This thought is nothing new: he has always existed outside the realm of possibility, in more ways than one, so this is merely a fact. Grass is green, the sky is blue, sometimes you can love someone in a way that’s so overwhelming and still be no good for them.

Another fact: it’s primal, the way you need him. Always has been.

You: what am i looking at? You: new sweatpants?

On the other end of the line, it’s easy to imagine his reaction. A quick snort of laughter, tongue pressed into the fat of his cheek before he clenches his jaw. If he were here, he’d haul you into his lap, kiss you deep and messy. Trail his fingers along your skin until they settled in the hollow of your throat.

Pull away just for a second. Just long enough to say, “Watch your mouth,” before he’s licking into it.

Kim Mingyu: don’t be like that 🙄

This time your eyes fully roll. Spitefully, you snap a picture of what’s in front of you: your bedroom wall, some drama playing on the TV, a sliver of amber light from the lamp next to you.

You send it.

You: while we’re sending pictures of irrelevant shit

Truth be told, you’re not like this often, but you get a streak of it every now and then. Only ever at times like this, when the two of you haven’t seen one another in a while and the distance between you is still so ambiguous, untitled.

Usually Mingyu will come by your place. Get you stripped down to almost nothing, have you writhing on his fingers. Then, in between satisfied groans, he’ll slap at your thighs, tell you to stop being a brat.

Kim Mingyu: then send me something worthwhile You: you first

Another beat of silence. Long enough to flick through the channels, plug in your phone, let some of that heat dissipate.

Your phone chimes, and when you look down—

Those grey sweats are long gone, replaced with a pair of black briefs barely containing his cock, still hard and curved toward his stomach. You swallow. Let your eyes linger on the corded muscle of his thighs, all that soft skin. Let your mind remind you, just for a second, how it feels beneath your fingertips, your hands, your mouth.

All the sounds he makes.

Kim Mingyu: is that better Kim Mingyu: is that what you wanted

Unbidden, the corners of your mouth lift. hm… close but no, you type out. Let it sit for a few seconds before you delete it. If Mingyu wants to be a tease, you can do the same.

You situate yourself against the pillows. Angle your phone so the length of your body is visible: your bare legs twisted in the sheets, the bruise Mingyu had sucked into the inside of your thigh before he left just barely making it into the frame. What’s fully visible, though: his shirt that’s draped over your frame, how much it engulfs you, the way you’re drowning in it. In him.

You send it.

You: depends... is this what you wanted?

The response is immediate:

Kim Mingyu: absolutely not. take it off baby.

You’ve starred in this production before, knew where it was headed the second you saw the missed calls, so you’d put on his favorite of your underwear. Skimpy red lace, part of a set he’d had sent to your apartment. Used to tell you in desperate whispers how ruined he was seeing you in them; used to have to rein himself in so he didn’t rip them off.

So you snap another photo. Spread your legs a little further, pull the hem of Mingyu’s shirt between your teeth. Know seeing that sliver of your stomach will drive him crazy, too, but it’ll pale in comparison to the underwear.

You consider video calling him. Want to see his face when you send this photo—the pinch of his brows, the slight drop of his jaw. The way he’ll whimper a little, say baby in that tone that floods you with heat: a little desperate, all hushed awe, bordering on a whine.

The same kind of heat that starts to creep back in again. There’s power in desire, in being desired, and even though you’re here and Mingyu’s in a hotel room in Japan, you can still feel it. Subconscious, like some kind of red string shit. Anticipatory.

Kim Mingyu: goddamn Kim Mingyu: you wear those for me? Kim Mingyu: fuck, i wish i was there to take them off of you

You suck in a breath. and if you were? you send back.

Kim Mingyu: you know that pair is my favorite Kim Mingyu: drives me crazy every time you wear that set Kim Mingyu: but i’ve changed my mind. i want you to keep them on Kim Mingyu: want you to keep my shirt on too You: yeah? you want me to wear your shirt while you fuck me? pull my panties to the side? Kim Mingyu: slow down baby, i’m taking my time with you

In your bed, you snort to yourself. Mingyu has never been patient with anything, but especially not with you. Most of the time he’s so keyed up, wound so tight, that it’s all the two of you can do to make it to your bed—and sometimes you don’t. Sometimes Mingyu puts all that body to use, presses your back to the wall and throws your legs over his shoulders as he eats you out. Wraps your legs around him as he fucks you right there, the slide so, so easy with how wet and messy he gets you.

You remind him of as much. Type out, you? taking your time? i’ve got a couple walls in my entryway that would say differently, and laugh when the reply comes through—can’t help myself sometimes—and promptly stop laughing at the next one: never can, with you.

Kim Mingyu: have i ever told you what i love the most? Kim Mingyu: just kissing you. you always taste so good, baby Kim Mingyu: the way you get so worked up and start grabbing at me when i’m doing it. the way you try to get me to touch you. the way you start grinding your pussy on me like you can’t go another second without me inside you

You feel like you’re on fire. Gets worse with every word you read and re-read, try to commit to memory. You know it all too well, what he’s talking about. Know how warm his skin is, how firm he feels under your touch. Know what he tastes like. How soft his lips are. The way he sounds when you start to writhe, the way he groans when he presses tighter against you, presses you into the mattress, hard cock rutting against you, enough to take the edge off but nowhere near what he needs.

You: love that too You: love when you’re inside me even more

Kim Mingyu: me too baby Kim Mingyu: love the way you feel around me Kim Mingyu: always so fucking tight Kim Mingyu: ffuck

Your stomach drops at his last message. are you touching yourself? you type, even though you already know the answer. Another sight you’re blessed to know: Mingyu’s hand wrapped around himself, how the size of his cock makes it look small in comparison. Head tilted back, abs flexing under the weight of the pleasure.

You get a singular character in reply: 응.

show me.

He doesn’t respond right away. The pause is enough to have anticipation thrumming through your veins, make you a little shaky. Your hand trembles as you trace patterns into your warm, soft skin, pretending it’s Mingyu’s touch and not your own. Pretend it’s Mingyu’s hand that grabs at your breast beneath his shirt, thumbs over your nipple; Mingyu’s touch that has soft gasps escaping you. Pretend it’s Mingyu’s hand that dips beneath the hem of your panties.

Kim Mingyu Attachment: 1 Movie

On the screen: Mingyu’s face greets you first, eyes half-lidded and hazy, the corners of his mouth lifted in a smirk. He tilts his head back, lets you see the sweat-slick skin of his neck, the column of his throat; pans the camera down over his collar bones, his bare chest, before he flips the screen. Can barely fit the entirety of his frame in the shot, and it strikes you someplace deep, how big he is. How overwhelming.

You suck in a breath as your eyes focus—as you take in the way he’s stroking himself. His cock glistens with whatever lube he’d indulged in, but you can’t help but pretend it’s from you and your mouth. Wish you could see the way he’d touch himself as you sucked him nearly to orgasm and told him to finish himself off. The way he’d whine, beg a little, get a little shitty with you.

“Fuck,” you say out loud. You can feel your pupils blow at the thought.

“Jagiya,” comes Mingyu’s voice, intertwined with the sounds of the tv, a city so far away from you, “fuck, I’m so fu-fucking hard.”

If you’d thought you were on fire before, it’s nothing compared to now. Hearing the need in his voice, watching the way he’s touching himself. The way his hips stutter as his body seeks out more, more, more, always more, and the way he squeezes the base of his cock so he doesn’t come too soon.

“Wish it was you. Wish it was you touching me like this. I—fuck, need you so bad.”

You watch as Mingyu strokes over the head of his cock, as each subsequent pass gets more tacky and wet. Lick your lips at the sight of it. Want, more than anything, to get your mouth on him and taste the salt of his skin, the precome he’s jerking himself off with.

Before he even needs to ask, you start recording a video of your own. Leave your panties on because you know he’d want you to. Record the first pass of your fingers through your slick, let out a disbelieving little laugh at how wet you are, how you can hear it. Moan as you dip a finger into your cunt, just to the first knuckle. Say, “I’m so wet, Gyu, oh my god,” all breathy.

Not all that different from how you sound when he’s here. When he’s flesh and blood and right beside you, on top of you.

You use the wetness you’ve gathered and move your hand to your clit. It’s throbbing beneath your touch, your body already wound too tight, and you nearly hiss in oversensitivity and relief when you finally touch yourself the way you’ve wanted to. “Fuck.”

You force yourself to take your time. Slow, small circles, when everything in your body is screaming to be selfish, begging for release the same way Mingyu’s had.

“Should I finger myself?” you ask. A sharp inhale as your next pass has your toes curling. “Wo-won’t feel as good as you, but I need—need more.”

Before you cut the video, you zoom in a little. Make sure Mingyu will be able to see the way you’re touching yourself, be able to hear the sound of your arousal, the same sounds that have warmth blooming in your cheeks.

Kim Mingyu: jesusf fuck Kim Mingyu: god baby youre so hto Kim Mingyu: wanna see you finger yourself Kim Mingyu: please

It’s a little embarrassing, how incapable you are of denying him anything. You trust him implicitly, love him even more, so it’s second nature to give in, to adjust your phone so you don’t have to hold it. Second nature to press record, pull your panties to the side just like you’d proposed earlier; second nature to make a show of sticking two fingers in your mouth, sucking on them, before bringing them to your entrance and easing them inside.

Nothing compared to the stretch of Mingyu, both his fingers and his cock, but it’s still good. Enough to have you sighing softly, barely audible over the sound of everything else: the rustling of your sheets, the low thrum of your own television, you in general.

A rhythmic song and dance. Practiced. You grow wetter with each push and pull; know Mingyu will be able to see it, the way you work yourself open. That, too, has you a little dizzy. Breathless. You wonder what he sees when he looks at you. Not only like this, but all the time. Does he see an expiration date? Something good while it lasted? Is there just this—something carnal and superficial?

Or does he just see you?

It drives you crazy. Inspires something within you: not just the desire to please him, make it worth his while, but to be something else, something more than this. Has your fingers moving a little faster, has you grinding your clit against the palm of your hand. Has you a whining, writhing mess; has sounds spilling out that you aren’t sure you’ve ever heard come out of you.

You send it before you can overthink it. Whatever Mingyu sees in you, at least these are the images that’ll play in his mind whenever he thinks of you. At least you’ve sunk your claws into him.

Seconds pass in a blur. You’re still on the brink of a mind-numbing orgasm, stuck in this liminal space simply because Mingyu isn’t here, and you know, too, how this goes. Know you aren’t supposed to come without his say-so in the same way he edges himself until he gets yours.

Kim Mingyu: shit shit shit Kim Mingyu: i wish that was me. wanna take you apart like that. wanna finger you while i eat you out, make you squirt all over me again Kim Mingyu: fuck i thin k about that all the time Kim Mingyu: im gonna cum

I think about that all the time.

So do you. You, on your hands and knees, Mingyu eating you out from behind. Bracing yourself against the headboard with one arm, the other one reaching behind you to pull at his hair. You remember how relentless he’d been that night. A man possessed. Disregarded all your breathless pleas, every Mingyu, Gyu, fuck, fuck, Mingyu, baby— that left your mouth. His tongue left your pussy only long enough to say, you can take it, baby before he was right back at it. Before he worked in two fingers alongside his mouth. Before his free hand came down hard on your ass, the sting startling you, making you jerk, forcing you closer to his mouth.

You remember coming with a scream. You remember coming to with Mingyu’s lips to your neck, the sweet way he was speaking to you. You remember the knee-jerk embarrassment you felt when you saw the giant wet spot you’d left on the bed and how quickly it dissipated when Mingyu pressed a kiss to your temple, called you his good girl.

You: you can come, but you know the rule

You move your fingers back to your clit, feel all that pleasure flood back, start in your toes. It’s not long before you’re pulling a blistering orgasm from your body—one that feels like it belongs to Mingyu, wasn’t yours for the taking.

thank you, he replies, right beneath a photo of his abs streaked with cum.

The comedown is jarring. You feel both too big for your body and completely out of sorts now that you’ve fulfilled your role. Now that there’s nothing to do but sit in the stillness of your bedroom, that same drama playing on television, some girl getting her heart broken.

You wonder if Mingyu’s thinking the same. If his body also sags with relief, if the absence of all that tension feels crushing. If the first thought he has in this newfound clarity is also I love you and if he also swallows it down every single time. You wonder if he thinks about his role, if it’s becoming stale and tired.

Because you know what comes next:

Kim Mingyu: i’ll be home soon Kim Mingyu: can i see you

And you also know what you’ll say. After all, you’ve played this role before.

if you've made it this far thank you so much for reading! this is prob not my best work since it's a lil rushed but i needed something to get me out of my slump.

i would love to hear your thoughts! <3

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Shadows of desire (part 2)

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan/Reader

Summary:

You always thought the only romance you would experiment with in your life was the one between pages under the flames at midnight. That was until you found him, because the feel of his fangs digging into your neck was more than addictive.

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of dead animals, mentions of death in general.

Word count: 2.2k

Author's note: i was supposed to upload this next week, but it's ready and I want to start writing Jeonghan and (y/n)'s interactions already so, here you have. Enjoy.

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"What are you doing?" Your brother asked; he was comfortably sitting on the sofa with his good old friend, Mark. They were both drinking some beer, as the meat Mark had bought to eat that day was still in the fire.

Mark burped, excusing himself as he also looked in your direction. You made a face at the sour smell coming from his mouth.

"Reading." You simply answer.

"You always just read." Mark complained with a smile on his face.

"So what?" You snapped, getting sick of Mark's daily remarks on you and your hobbies.

Mark shook his head, the stupid smile never leaving his face.

"I find it kind of weird you're reading the news paper considering you always use it to wrap gifts, but if you say so."

You had known Mark since you were five years old. He and Luke had been friends since forever. There was not a single memory of Luke in your mind that didn't have Mark on it.

In the past, you had friends that made fun of you for Mark's apparently crush on you, and you always laughed it off until you turned fourteen and he confessed his feelings.

That was probably the first and only fight Luke and Mark had ever had.

"Missing people?" Luke read over your shoulders. You tried to protect the news paper from your brother, but his hands were quicker than yours.

"What's that?" Mark asked, taking another sip of his beer.

"(Y/n) said she saw something outside last week."

"Really? And what was it?"

"Nothing." Luke replied with a shrug. You felt your cheeks turn red from being embarrassed under Mark's eyes. "It was pretty late; she was probably imagining things."

"I didn't!" You defended yourself. "There was someone outside, dead." You insisted.

"Are you for real?" Mark asked, moving forward to be eye level with you. "What did they look like?"

"He was pale; his skin was as white as the snow. And there was lots of blood—you saw it!" You protested as you saw your brother making a face, ready to interfere with your story.

"There was blood," your brother accepted, "but it was from the sheep Jiji killed."

"Another one?" Mark asked, laughing. "That dog will send you to an early grave."

"Susan left her sheep to wander around at night, it seems, and Jiji went straight for one; I don't know why because that thing is now rutted in the forest. Jiji didn't even finish eating it."

"That's just the way dogs are." Mark calmly said, "Mine sometimes kills rabbits near our house, just because."

"Yeah, well, a rabbit won't put you in debt for the rest of your life, but our stupid dog will."

The news paper fell from your brother's hand to your lap, Luke losing all the interest he had in it.

Your eyes wander on every single report of missing people; lately there has been such a big wave of new disappearing people that it scared you a little bit, whether it was your own or your brother's. He was the only family left you had after all.

There was not a single one with the description of the man you saw that night.

Was it really in your imagination?

Your brother didn't touch the topic of that night ever again until that day, and even then he didn't waste much time before dropping it completely.

You took a deep breath as you tried to calm your heart's strong beating.

You had always had to contemplate the possibility of inheriting hereditary genes from your mother.

You didn't have the chance to meet her, but your father and brother always told you all the crazy stories about her.

Apparently she had many allusions when she was younger, and they got worse as her pregnancy with her last children progressed.

A part of you was scared when you were younger of getting like that.

When you had your first imaginary friend, you kept it quiet in case your family treated you as if you were crazy.

But even as a child, you knew that friend didn't exist.

You could easily distinguish between what was real and what was not.

You know your brother's dismissal of what happened that night was behind that reason. He truly didn't believe you were in your right mind.

"I'm going to take Jiji on a walk." You informed your brother, going to your room to find a jacket.

"The meat is almost done," he informed you.

"I won't take long."

"Want me to go with you?" Mark offered.

"No, I'm fine. I'll try to find some blueberries or blackberries; we're almost out of jam."

Your brother nodded, not really caring about where you would be going as long as you were there for lunch.

It was a really nice morning. Your cheeks happily took in all the warmth the sun could give you, and your nose enjoyed the pure air.

Jiji came in running, waving her tail as she saw you.

You pat behind her ears before starting to run towards the forest, Jiji following you behind, happy to participate in the race.

You enjoyed running. I'm the forest. Everything was a new challenge.

Big rocks in the middle of the path? You had to be quick to change the oath of your race.

Were the three roots preventing you from continuing? You had to jump right in.

And Jiji seemed to be enjoying it even more than you, as she even barked all the way there.

You came across a familiar path. There were multiple fruit trees there, and it was the place where you always got both blackberries and blueberries when you were a child.

Your father showed it to you once, and it just got stuck in your brain. You could get there with your eyes closed.

Jam was something your family always loved. Before you were born, your mother always made sure to have some.

When she passed away, this also stopped happening, until you turned thirteen and found out about a book full of your mother's recipes.

Your brother always praised your cooking, and even though he said it didn't have the same taste as your mother's, yours was really delicious as well.

You wished you could have had at least one taste of your mother's cooking.

The wet feeling of Jiji's liking your hand brought you back to the present.

"You're bored?" You asked her, patting behind her ears once again. You looked around, trying to find something to entertain Jiji with.

Your attention was focused on a branch that was a short distance from where you were.

You grabbed the branch, throwing it as far as the strength in your arms would allow, so that Jiji would run after it.

As the dog turned around to find it and bring it back, you started the task of the day.

You had a handful of blueberries when you felt something hitting your foot.

You took the branch again, repeating the action so Jiji could play while you kept working.

When you had enough of them, you started walking back home, throwing the branch for Jiji on the way home.

When you were about to get out of the forest, you threw it a little too high, falling above a small tree. You sighed as Jiji started desperately barking at it, trying to get it back.

Putting the fruit on the ground for a second, you approached the tree, taking it and throwing it somewhere where Jiji could actually get it this time.

"Better now? You little—" Your words got stuck in the back of your throat as your eyes focused on something wrapped around one of the tree's leaves.

Dancing to the barely noticeable wind, there was a single hair.

A single blond hair with blood on it.

You felt your stomach twist; this was the hint you needed to finally leave behind the doubts you had had for your own sake for the past few days.

You carefully took it, holding it as if you were holding gold.

This was the biggest treasure you could have found.

Forgetting the blueberries behind you, you rushed towards the house. You were excited to show it to your brother.

How could he deny it now?

This was obviously proof enough.

You stormed into the room, the door slamming against the wall, startling both Mark and Luke.

"What happened?" Asked Mark, worried.

You didn't say anything; instead, you walked until you came face to face with your brother, lifting your fingers to show that you were securely there.

Your brother's eyes moved from your face to your hair. You clearly saw the frown on his face.

You heard Mark coming closer to you both, wanting to be included in whatever was happening as well.

"What are we looking at?" Mark asked, not understanding the meaning behind the hair.

"Look at it." You said, "What is this?"

"A hair?" Your brother said it without understanding as well.

You rolled your eyes.

"It's not just a hair; it's a blonde hair! And look—it also has blood on it. Dry blood!"

"(Y/n)..." Your brother mumbled annoyedly, "Don't start again with that nonsense."

"But listen to me!" You insisted, "It was in a tree near where I found the body before it disappeared."

"That doesn't prove anything! Are you hearing yourself right now?"

"But why doesn't it?" You protested, raising your voice.

"Because it's just a hair, there's nothing special about it!" Your brother replied, raising his voice as well, "There are plenty of blonde people in this town; one of them lost it when they were walking near here. That's way more realistic than some mysterious man suddenly dying and disappearing in the middle of the night."

"But what about the blood? That man's hair was soaking in blood, and so is this one!"

"(Y/n), Jiji literally killed a sheep; there are plenty of dogs around our house that are also killing animals, especially at night! That hair probably touched one of those animals."

"And what? Suddenly got stuck near the place where I saw that body?"

"Yes, (y/n), why is it so hard to believe?" Your brother replied, "Yesterday was pretty windy; that's probably why."

"Why does your theory make sense but mine doesn't?"

Your brother looked at you straight in the eyes and said, "You know why."

You froze on the spot.

"What do you mean with that?" You couldn't believe your own ears.

"Okay, let's think about it for a second. You're telling me you saw a dead man's body outside the house, and what? Came back to life and just went back home?"

"Or," Mark started, "the person who killed him came back for the body?"

"Mark, don't start you too."

"I'm not starting anything; I'm just saying. I'm trying to think of more options."

"Oh well, congratulations then; you're probably going to get yourself killed in the upcoming week for seeing it."

"Luke, don't joke about it." Mark said it seriously, not finding it funny.

"I'm just saying, either you have a dead man coming back to life or a murder scene, and I don't know which one is better at this point."

"Let's just drop it; I'm hungry; why don't we eat now?" Mark intervened again, trying to erase the tension.

Luke slapped your wrist softly, not to hurt you but to make you drop the hair you still had in your hands.

"Let's just stop this; I don't want you to talk about it."

The rest of the lunch passed rather quietly. Mark and Luke continue talking with each other while you fully focus on finishing the meal Luke has prepared for you all.

As they finished it, they took their jackets and decided to keep the fun at Mark's house, leaving you by yourself at your house.

You didn't mind; after the interaction you had with your brother, you really needed some alone time.

So you went to your room and started organizing the mess you had made there the past few days. Opening your window to let the fresh air come in.

You enjoyed having the house to yourself, feeling free to do whatever you wanted to do, even if that was singing out loud or speaking to yourself.

You started singing and making your bed. The big pile of books you had forgotten on your nightstand was now on your bed with other books you had recently gotten from a neighbor who was about to throw them in the trash.

The flowers you had picked for yourself had dirty water on them, so going to the open window, you threw the water outside. You searched for Jiji from there, wondering where that dog could possibly be.

You turned around, putting new water on the flowers and letting them decorate your room from the small space by your window.

You heard Jiji suddenly barking at something, so you looked outside the window smiling, expecting to see Jiji, but instead, you saw a silhouette standing at the source of the forest.

The sillouete was tall, had pale skin, and had blonde hair. You couldn't really see his factions clearly since he was far away. But you could feel the eyes on you.

Your heart was beating really fast, and as you took two steps backward, you didn't notice the bedframe being so close to you.

And it wasn't until you lost your balance that you managed to separate your attention from the silhouette of your current situation.

One single thought occurred to your kind before your head hit the floor hard and everything turned black.

That dead man's body was looking straight at you.

Alive.

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Happy 2024 Mera! (I know it's pretty late to say that but.. It shall prevail)

I must say, your fics are one of the best pieces of literature I have ever read! Your descriptions really come to life inside my head! It's as if I could see the scenes through my own eyes! The blood curdling feeling of being caught by Jade, the bittersweet pain of Azul getting cucked, I could feel it all. Every single piece that you have created deserves to be in a special place in my heart.

All your pieces are so incredibly addicting, like Death Row Undertow, I frequently read it on repeat, from the start to the newest chapter. I simply can't get enough.

Also, your newest fic, 100%. I loveeeed the concept, and am so glad that you fell for our beloved Fae Prince too, I simply knew you would succumb to his seduction and charms too! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

I would like to ask a question, if you don't mind. Did Tumblr wipe away my thirst about Silver? I don't mean to pressure at all ♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠) I was just curiousᕙ⁠(⁠⇀⁠‸⁠↼⁠‶⁠)⁠ᕗ I'm slightly worried if I made him OOC though, I'm not the most familiar with silver, but I hope I done him justice (if the ask was sent properly Orz)

Ooh one final note!

Please take care of yourself, and don't push yourself too hard! Please always prioritise your health first before writing, I may be looking forward to your next work, but I will always want your health to be your first priority! Thank you for the meals you have graciously provided!

As always,

XOXO, Izuna.

Izunaaaa!!!! >w< HIIII HAPPY 2024!!!!!!

Aaaaa omg thank you for such kind words. T^T <3 I'm so honored my works can have special places in your heart and that you can enjoy them!!! 💖 especially DRU!!! I'm honored it's a story worth rereading. Jade is an addictive character,,, orz whether as a scary serial killer or a soft eel in love, I will always love him. ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

And Malleus........ it was fate foretold... truly only a matter of time before I inevitably fell. ^^;;; he's growing on me like moss!!!!! He's so cute but so powerful but so sweet but so AAAAAAAA. OTL book seven has allowed me to see the greatness that is Malleus. His potential as a yan is immaculate,,, so scrumptious!!!!!

I checked my inbox for your Silver thirst and it's there!!!! I can't believe I missed it omg,,, it's so yummy... (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) I will have to post my thoughts on it soon hehehe.

Thank you again for such a sweet message!!! Please also make sure to take care of yourself and prioritize your health!!!! Eat delicious meals, get lots of sleep, and live happy days always!!! <3 sending you lots of love and good vibes!!! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚

#sweet messages #video-game-luvr

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velvetnecklace · 4 months

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Pretty boy

Felix Catton x Oliver Quick

information: angst mixed in with a bit of smut. this is set during the time where Felix finds out about Oliver and his family, if you have not seen saltburn yet then I suggest you don’t read this because it will contain mostly spoilers except for the bits in which I write in.

warnings: angst, leading into smut so be please over the age of 18 otherwise I will haunt you for the rest of your life. swearing (loads of it), drinking, smoking, mentions of India, unprotected sex (when it comes to Oliver watching Felix and India having sex before he interrupts them), anal sex (Oliver & Felix), Oliver being a bitch towards Felix, poisoning a drink with cocaine, hatefucking and Felix’s death at the end. So really, a whole lot of triggers in one so please read carefully and scroll past this if one of your triggers is mentioned - let me know if I’ve missed anything & enjoy!

word count: 6.2k

Likes, comments & rebligs are highly appreciated ❤️

Divider credit goes to -> @cafekitsune

He wasn’t supposed to find out about Oliver’s parents but here they were, driving to Prescot as some sort of sick joke known as an early birthday present was viewed in Felix’s eyes. What the boy didn’t know was that he was about to have his heart crushed after learning that Ollie’s father had died because of an acclaimed drug addiction which ended up with him smashing his head on a curb one time he was out.

Oliver could feel his throat get warmer as he saw the sign pointing to the direction of Prescot and it was too late for him to back out of this like he knew he should’ve done in the first place, “Felix.. we really don’t need to do this trust me - why don’t we just go back to saltburn?” A nervous Ollie asked the other but knew deep down that there was now escaping what was thought to be a kind gesture made by Felix which probably wasn’t the best thing to especially now with the way that he was acting.

“Trust me Ol, your mum one the other day and said that she was worried about you. So I thought that it would be a nice surprise to take you back home to visit your mum for once” Felix replied while turning on the street on where the house was.

When the car pulled up, Oliver had no choice but to knock on the door to his house; praying on every single thought he had that neither his mother or father answered the door. But that was short lived when his demise was meant due to his mother being the one to open the door, as soon as she saw her son’s face - it had seemed that she missed him more than he had anticipated her to.

Bringing him into a warm hug, she noticed that Oliver had company with him that he mentioned once to her whilst running him when Felix wasn’t around, “you must be felix, right? It’s so nice to finally meet you! Ollie has told me so much about you” she offered the two of them to come inside which meant that the truth would finally be revealed about everything… his father, his money, how he grew up - everything! And that was something that wasn’t worth risking over his birthday, especially since the Catton’s were throwing a party for Oliver tomorrow… what was he going to do once the lies have been found out?

“I’ll go and tell your father that you’ve arrived, he’s just in the backyard” suddenly, everything seemed to click inside of Felix’s mind and he knew what Oliver was up to and that his father wasn’t really dead. A confused look shot up on his face - indicating to Ollie that his lies were finally discovered by pretty boy Felix…

Once they were both inside the house, Oliver’s dad came to join the three of them wanting to discuss how his son was doing in college with the progress that there possibly had been made - completely oblivious of what the current situation was that happened between the two boys. “I’m glad you reached out to Oliver, I thought it was the time to finally get to meet someone who is apart of his family” Felix said through gritted teeth knowing that he had found out where oliver had came from and that he was like a different person than the one who he was first introduced to when his bike was broken.

“It’s not a problem at all, especially since I wanted to know how Oliver was doing in Oxford due to him being alone most of the time with having the lack of people wanting to talk to him because of the way he either presents himself or the choice of clothing he wears” His mother replied to the comment that Felix had made.

Nodding his head, Felix tried his best to control his temper since things seemed to be falling into place perfectly with how they were being showcased and now, the back of Felix’s had been broken due to him believing the lies of Oliver Quick just for him to kindly offer to have the boy over at Saltburn - his compound and that was something which he’d regret forever; letting someone get under his skin and seeing a more kinder side to the Catton than people had seen before. Now Felix knew not to walk up to others so easily because of the lesson that Oliver had taught him.

Ollie could feel that his trust that was built with Felix had gone through the window and anything that he thought to say in the future to try and defend himself wouldn’t have the trust of the person who he craved to have the most attention from was gone because of this situation the two found themselves in.

“Do you guys want to stay for tea? I’ve put on some food if any of you are hungry” Oliver’s mum asked to break some sort of tension she could sense between Oliver and Felix just as soon as Oliver’s dad sat next to his wife - wanting to find out who this guy was and what he was to Oliver.

“I think we’re good mum - we’ve got a party to go to..” “No, no Ollie, the party can wait because your mum has put a lot of effort into making food knowing that you’d be here with her and your father. Yes, we can stay for a bit, I’m sure that the birthday party can be missed a slight bit” Felix interrupted Oliver due to how much anger he had to withdrawal before his family found out that they let a fraud like Oliver come into their compound, their safe space and it turned out that it wasn’t so safe anymore. “But Ollie, I made you your favourite… spaghetti bolognaise” Oliver let out a huff after deciding that staying was maybe the better idea out of all that went on.

“Fine, I’ll stay since there’s obviously nothing better to do in this current moment” a bluntness fell from Oliver’s lips knowing that there was no turning back or even saving himself from the nightmare that was forming around him.

The ride home was even more awkward than the dinner was with his parents; this was a time to discuss everything that had gone on but clearly the way that Felix was now acting was something Oliver knew to step away from at this current time. How were you going to be able to talk to someone now? Especially when everyone practically revolved around the pretty Catton like they were dogs preparing themselves for jumping his leg or something like that.

“As soon as this party is over, you need to pack your things and leave saltburn… you’ve overstayed your visit Oliver and I’ll make sure to tell mum that she has to kick you out depending on whether i tell her about your little secret or not which means that if I did - you’d leave saltburn in a bad manner and instantly”

Felix sighed after he said that in order to know that that was were he store with Oliver, even after he lied about his family and where he came from and now - the car remained silent with the radio blasting in the background silently. What made Felix lower all of his boundaries for one person who knew how to make him regret doing that the most?

Was it because of the sort of love he had for Oliver? Or maybe the covered hate that the family used to share before getting to know the boy who didn’t have the best experience growing up? Whatever it was, was pointless because all of that had been wasted like it probably should’ve been before things escalated and now Oliver knew he massively fucked up; this was done out of his want for attention off of someone who people hovered around but clearly, he wasn’t wanted around and he understood that a lot of people - including Felix’s family at times didn’t want to hang around him due to the clothes he wore and how he looked in some cases.

“Look Felix, I’m sorry but can we just at least talk about it?” Oliver tried saying to Felix but he wouldn’t listen to what he had to say.

“What is there left to talk about? You lied about your family, even your father’s fucking death when he wasn’t even dead! As well as my family hosting your party after me persuading them to invite you to our home when we thought you had nowhere to live and you pay us back by making shit up just to make us feel bad for you? You’re a liar Oliver and I don’t think we need to discuss anymore of this. So just enjoy this party because it’ll be your last with us”

Once they arrived back at saltburn, Felix got outside the car and pulling out his cigarette and lighter - started to lit the piece of tobacco that was in between his slender fingers. Wanting to get high or even drunk at this point to escape the grasp Oliver had over him and that his family and him could all wake up tomorrow with being free of unwanted visitors.

Meanwhile, Oliver was upstairs in his room and was looking at himself in the mirror wondering how on earth he was going to weave his way out of the shit he had put himself head first into… all this anger had caused him to punch the mirror and it shattered into a million pieces and that was when an idea snapped inside do Ollie’s mind.

If he couldn’t fix the mess he already made then he would have no choice but to get rid of the person who was close to telling his mother about what had happened - Oliver had to kill Felix and he would do that at no cost, he just needed to think of the perfect way to do so.

He was determined to get the Catton’s fortune without any of them noticing that he was a moth who wanted to hang onto any light that he could with Felix, Venetia, Elspeth and Sir James all being the light that got Oliver hooked onto the money they had.

“Fucking bring it on Felix, if there’s one thing that I’m able to do then it’s to get rid of spoiled bitches like you and honey - I’m coming for you and your entire family so you better prepared yourself for a couple of nights where I’m the one who’s torturing you lot. But first… we’ve got to get rid of you dear Lix… and I know the perfect way on how to do so”

Oliver picked out his outfit for the fancy dress party which commenced in a few hours while he was putting the pieces to his finale towards the plan that was going to be revealed soon but he needed to wait for the right time to put things into action. Grabbing the deer antlers he wanted to match his outfit with, he was ready for anything to happen because now.. it was time for the world to see Felix Catton get what was coming to him for a very long time.. and Oliver was the person who was going to be satisfied with the demise of the Catton’s reputation and having Felix known around as the heartthrob of Oxford.

Making sure to stick to what Felix said however, Oliver packed a few bags knowing that once the deed was done - he’d stay inside of saltburn as well as getting Farleigh kicked out when Ollie knew that he done cocaine which was going to be used to poison the drink he was going to give to Felix once they tried to talk about the secret that was probably going to be talked about between the family if he was too late - he couldn’t be too late… could he?

The party had started when Oliver decided to come down and check how many people were actually here since he wasn’t known for being the best person to have friends so his curiosity about who Elspeth and James had invited took over the thoughts about killing Felix later on in the night. “There he is, the birthday boy! Ollie, over here! I would like to introduce you to some of my friends!” Elspeth caught his attention as she was dressed in one of her expensive dresses with a mask to sort of hide her face - it was giving the vibe of this being a masquerade ball or something like that Oliver thought.

Forcing himself to smile, he took himself over to see what Elspeth wanted and who her friends were so he could be sure that all of them were just as rich as the Catton’s were. Oliver had to fix his antlers on the way to make himself look more presentable than ever because this seemed like it was a big thing for him - even though it was only a fancy dress party, this was an opportunity in itself for Oliver to have an amazing performance to prove that he wasn’t a liar and he was much more than that.

“These are my friends, this is the boy that I’ve been talking to you about, the one that Felix brought back from Oxford. Poor dear thing with everything that happened to him but meet Oliver Quick”

There was a slight nervousness that came upon the Quick with the closer he got, the closer everything seemed to be falling into place like there wasn’t a problem that could stir the pot and have things and badly for everyone - including Oliver and that was something he wanted to stop but also per-sue with just to teach everyone a lesson of who they were messing with.

“Nice to meet you guys, you come a long way?” He asked to sound polite when all he wanted to do was look around for Felix to try and amend things between them before it was too late to stop him from opening his mouth towards his friends with the information he had gained when they went for the drive to visit Ollie’s mum once Felix answered the phone wanting to speak to his son since they haven’t spoken in a while. Scanning the backyard to find Felix, Oliver saw a familiar figure in the shadows of someone who used to be here with him at saltburn before he got kicked out due to things being said between the family one time at breakfast - Farleigh - maybe he knew where Felix was but why was he invited to the party if he was kicked out of saltburn? It didn’t make any sense to Oliver on why he was back but he had bigger fish to fry so that’s what he done.

Approaching Farleigh was a blessing a curse incase he was out for Oliver with what he said to James and ended up getting the cousin of Felix kicked out - they just didn’t make it seem like a big fuss because they didn’t want to risk putting a bad word on their reputation that they had built up through years of having this compound to call home, “Farleigh? Is that you?” And with that; he came out from under the mask he had carried with him to come into the party.

It really was him, how the fuck did he manage to sneak his way past everyone at the party? Oliver looked slightly confused that the person who he told to behave was back and this time… he had this ring on his finger which looked like it contained the answer to Ollie’s problem, the one and only cocaine. “How did you know it was me? I thought i done a great job with sneaking in” Farleigh replied to Oliver when he asked the question on if it was him or not. “Because, i can tell who you are from a mile away… the ring made it obvious but this time it’s a different one. What if Elspeth and James spot you? You’d get thrown out if they found out you snuck your way into this party without an invite”

“What are you on about? They invited me, they couldn’t leave me out otherwise people would know that there was a very obvious problem they had with me. If there’s one thing that the two of them love, it’s their reputation and nothing would come in between that; they would have someone else do their dirty work in order to keep them looking like they’re innocent when the whole family isn’t”

Farleigh was right, nothing was ever perfect even when it came to the Catton’s - there were obvious flaws that were going to be dealt with shortly but now, Oliver needed to know where Felix was to try and at least talk to him and sort the tension between the two of them down.

After his conversation with Farleigh, Oliver went into the compound, thoroughly looking for Felix knowing that he was probably drunk and off his head fucking either India or Annabel - that’s the way he worked. Whenever something doesn’t go to plan, get drunk and take cocaine like it’s nothing then fuck girls was the way to go when you’re powered by money like Felix Catton was; but that didn’t matter to Oliver, he needed to find the boy as quickly as he could before things turned from worse to shit in a matter of seconds.

He finally found Felix however, he was in a room with all his friends - Annabel and India included but that wasn’t a problem or so he thought wouldn’t but the challenged was presented when every time that Oliver would try to speak - Felix would interrupt him just for him to say that he didn’t fancy talking to someone like Ollie without revealing too much on why he couldn’t be assed dealing with this toy that was overdue to be thrown away.

Oliver knew that this was a cruel joke just to punish him for what he lied about but none of it made any sense, what he had learned about Felix was that he had more punishments than ever known to man and that was saying something when it came to Ollie. In the end, he gave up with trying to reach Felix and talking things out like he wanted to in the first place.

Ollie was surprised to learn how stubborn Felix was when he never got his own way, and maybe that was something that he needed to be taught properly - letting people do what the need to do before starting to act like the bigger person when you’re both to blame in a situation like this. But there was no point in dwelling on someone who wasn’t worth all the thoughts of when there were bigger things to think of - like the party head at so that’s what Oliver done, went to the party room; drank some drinks and danced the night away like there was nothing on his mind.

That was until Felix came into the same room as Oliver with India, holding another lit cigarette in one of his hands and a beer in the other, he didn’t understand why Felix was with Annabel when he was screwing her best friend like it was nothing - but that wasn’t a priority of Ollie’s due to the amount of alcohol he consumed got to his head.

No matter how many times he tried to ignore the unwanted attention his mind was trying to go to, Oliver inevitably failed to do the thing he didn’t want to especially at a time like this, but here he was, looking at the live of his life - or so he thought dancing with someone else who incision wasn’t Oliver.

He hated watching this but ultimately knew that this was his punishment for the way that the afternoon went between the two of them, that specific moment replying gained over and over again which resulted in a headache but Oliver shrugged it off as if it was something that was caused by the alcohol he had been drinking. Maybe it was time to put the plan into action, he needed to get the cocaine and poison Felix’s drink once and for all and now seemed to be a pretty good time due to him dancing with India.

So whilst they were all distracted, Oliver went into Farleigh’s room making sure that he wasn’t in there just to grab his little bike of cocaine and poured some into a bag to which he would take Felix’s drink and pour the powder into the drink waiting for it to dissolve before giving it back to Felix. If there was one thing that Oliver was good at… it was playing fucking innocent just to get the things he wanted to but this time was different, special even, and it was because the emotions he was thinking was due to the effects that surrounded drinking a lot of alcohol at a time without stopping to take a drink of water.

By the time he had arrived back into the room, he saw both Felix and India leaving through the back door - hinting at the fact that they had a chance to go into the hedgemaze and even though Felix first warned Oliver not to go into there, this was the chance to do so and that he did. He began to follow them, making sure that no one found it suspicious that the boy was following Felix around like a little bitch.

Felix and India were holding hands and giggling the night away once the entered the hedgemaze, Oliver thought that now was the time to follow them and their giggles without being too obvious that this was part of his plan to get Felix alone to teach him some sort of lesson that it’s not fair to treat someone horribly because they want to explain something that they know they’ve made a mistake with.

Following their giggles, Oliver wondered what the two of them were doing especially since they were more used to the idea of showing off in front of people rather than taking themselves out of a situation just to please their possible needs, Oliver could tell that his stomach was starting to turn sick with the thoughts that were coming into his head like nothing; questions were being asked that he’d be too embarrassed for to speak of them publicly otherwise he would be done for considering this was the bare minimum that he was receiving off of Felix with lying about his whole life at this point.

Then, there was probably the most horrific thing he would walk into, and worse - it was going to be made out that Oliver was stalking them as a way of getting back at Felix for ignoring him for majority of the night even though it was his birthday party that the Catton’s kindly hosted for him when Oliver was quite persistent of not making a big deal out of his birthday.

India was pushed up against the statue in the middle of the hedgemaze whilst Felix was thrusting his hips into her roughly, and the noises they were making knocked Oliver sick to the point where he wanted to vomit in front of them without giving a shit that they caught him following them. He turned to his left and found the bottle of what looked like either champagne or wine unattended and that was when Oliver pulled out the bag of cocaine he took from Farleigh’s room and poured all of the substance inside of the hole, watching it fizz and having an idea that he had finally won in this stupid game the two of them were playing that turned out to be pointless in the end and that was something Oliver was going to prove to everyone he knew.

But now was the time to interrupt the two love birds who seemed to be enjoying the things they were doing with little moans and pants knowing that no one or at least they thought that no one would know went on between the two of them especially if it was Annabel because then her heart would be broken.

Even though she did kiss Oliver earlier on, that was something that Felix never found out due to Ollie not telling him, maybe he should’ve - it would have added to his apparent crimes of what he done throughout his time at saltburn. It was all for a purpose; get revenge on Felix for finding out the deep secret that the boy had about his family, yes he was going to kill Felix by playing dirty but when in life have you never played dirty?

Oliver sighed and called out Felix’s name, managing to startle both of them and further stopping the actions Felix was doing to India. “Oh Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you doing here?” Was the first thing that Felix had asked Oliver not having the slightest clue that the next moment would cause more damage to his already broken heart.

“I need to talk to you like urgently… I’ve been trying to reach you ever since the party started but you’ve brushed me off as if I was nothing” The truth was, Oliver was now nothing in Felix’s eyes due to him lying and getting away with it for such a long time.

India had fixed herself then needed to approach Oliver on what he just saw or hoped that he didn’t even witness her and Felix fucking one another, “were you spying on us?” A sharp tone left her mouth after she had finished speaking, grabbing her drink for her to leave and go back to the petty like nothing happened.

“No I wasn’t —-“ Oliver tried speaking but India interrupted him with what she needed to say again, “you know; you two are fucking gross” and with that… Felix’s little bird was walking off with the same drink in her hand as the one she entered the hedgemaze with.

“You think you’re so fucking clever scaring off people with your creepy nature? Because it’s not and I swear to hod if you don’t me alone this fucking second then you’re going to seriously regret it” Felix threatened Oliver because of his nerves getting pushed past the point where they’d never return at this time never mind what was later in store for people who wanted to fuck with him mind instead of letting them fuck him like most people would.

A dark chuckle fell from Oliver lips as he made direct eye contact with Felix knowing that this was the last time he was ever going to be this close to Felix without knowing that he was the reason for his death. “Funny you should say that Felix but I honestly think that i can fuck you better than India can, why don’t we just fuck one another even if we hate each other?”

The expression which was left on Felix’s face was priceless towards Ollie, having the idea be approached about fucking the person who he wanted to leave him alone was beyond everything he had done to make himself the eye candy towards others, and now he was going to decide - would it be better for him to leaves the hedgemaze and tell everyone at the party about Oliver or give into the nasty way that this night was seeming to end in. “You must be fucking joking when you’re saying that Oliver, there’s no way in hell you’d ever think I’d touch someone like you. I’d rather die than fuck you” and that’s when the idea came to Felix. What if he made an agreement with the twisted psychopath for him to save himself for the terrors that Oliver was prepared to bring the boy?

Would it even work? Could he even persuade Oliver to agree with what Felix wanted to say? Or would it just go down the drain and be worth nothing in the end?

It was worth a shot in the dark and if it failed, it failed… “fine, fine - I’ll let you fuck me but don’t expect us to be all lovey dovey after doing so” “I wouldn’t count on it too much Felix dear… just wanted one last night with you before I left saltburn for good to give you and your family space” typical Oliver - lying through his teeth again but this time it seemed to be working more than the other lie did because Felix was actually falling for it. Oliver wasn’t leaving that’s easily no matter how hard Felix tried to get Oliver to leave, it wasn’t actually set in stone for him to leave fully.

“Perfect…” thought Oliver as he started to undress himself, taking off his pants then his boxers before rubbing Felix’s semi hard cock knowing that in the end - Oliver was the one who always won the type of game he’d set and it was only a matter of time for anyone to really stop him before anything else happened which didn’t seem possible since the rest of the Catton’s were blindsided by how sorry they felt for Ollie when it was the worst thing to ever do in the history of them being alive.

Felix was bent somewhat over the statue to make sure that he was at least feeling comfortable before having his sort of enemy enter him and claim him as his own, there was no stopping Felix from finishing up this little thing between them and then afterwards, the plan was to tell his mother and father about how much of a fraud Oliver was and how they needed to act quick with getting rid of the issue that was brought into saltburn.

He could feel Oliver pierce through his hole and it was painful at first but he had to adjust to the length of Oliver since it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, “fuck you, I hate you so fucking much!” Felix said before gripping onto the statue for a better position incase there was any need for Oliver to pull out whenever he decided to.

“Well really.. it’s me that’s fucking you right now isn’t it? Maybe if you kept your big mouth shut then we wouldn’t be in this situation - if it wasn’t for you answering that pointless call with my mother I wouldn’t be fucking teaching you a lesson by having sex with you!” Oliver started to move not giving a care in the world if Felix was ready to not and the things he felt whilst being inside the Catton was amazing, this was the only way the two of them could have sex and by god it was the best he’d ever felt before in his life.

What was he even feeling when having Oliver practically bulls deep inside of his ass? They were fucking anally as if this was something they’d do everyday since it felt like Felix was already used to having his ass abused by males he would bring home sometimes - maybe that’s why his parents kicked the dude form last summer out because of the way that he was too loud whenever the two had sex.

After that, Felix needed and drink so he forced Oliver to get out of him so he could drink the bottle he hadn’t touched in what seemed like ages and now - it was time for Felix to almost have a go at Oliver for being so twisted in the head and having sex with someone who clearly didn’t like him at all. “Fucking hell mate… got.. what the fuck is wrong with you Oliver? Leave me the fuck alone”

“We need to talk Felix, seriously” Oliver responded after fixing himself to make it look like he was presentable.

“We can’t.. we just can’t, are you fucking crazy?”

“You can’t just throw me away like another one of your toys”

“Get the fuck away from me… now”

All of a sudden, Oliver seemed to push Felix hard with all the emotions he had been hiding mixed in with the alcohol consumption made Oliver be portrayed as a violent person when that wasn’t his intent at all. “Ah, fuck” Felix muttered to himself once he got stable again with the image of Oliver’s push being harmful to him.

“Look, I just gave you what you wanted. Like everyone else does… everyone puts on a show for Felix… so I’m sorry that my performance wasn’t good enough” tears started forming in Oliver’s eyes which was all sort of the act or so he thought. No matter how much went on between them, Oliver had always loved Felix and now all that love was coming off as hate; something that he never wanted Felix to see in all his time in saltburn.

“I think… i think you need to see somebody. You need help, okay? Seriously?”

“No… no I don’t. I just need you to understand how much I fucking love you” Oliver paused for a moment while trying his best not to get upset because saying the words I love you made this moment more depressing then it had to be due to him remembering that the first words Felix ever said to Ollie were I love you and that he was Felix’s hero for lending him his bike due to Felix’s bike not working (with the tire not pumping air in like it was supposed to) and now here they were, Ollie had a tight grip on Felix hoping that now it was all proven to be something stupid done for love.

“You’re the only friend I’ve ever had Felix… I mean, doesn’t this just prove how much, how much of a good friend I actually am? How well I actually know ya? I’m still the same person, yeah? I’m still the same person”

“I don’t know what you are… but I do know you, you make my fucking blood run cold”

Oliver let go of the grip he had Felix held at, feeling a knot turn in his stomach indicating to him that he was going to be sick or at least pretend to, “wait there a second” as Oliver walked over to the opposite side of the statue and started to gag. He ended up being sick and finished with muttering the words “fuck, ah” before returning to Felix who was taking a sip of the poisoned bottle not knowing that it was filled with cocaine. That was it… Oliver had officially won, and no one was going to find out what happened to Felix because the evidence was going to be planted in Farleigh’s room - the remainder stash’s of cocaine powder to look like him and Felix done too much drugs and that he overdosed himself by accident.

When he came back to face Felix, he had put down the bottle and wanted to know if Oliver was at least feeling okay after throwing up - “better?” He asked ever so sweetly or he wished to come around as.

“Fuck you Felix..”

“I think you should go to bed Oliver, you don’t seem too good and you’ve just thrown up…”

“I don’t care what you think anymore Felix. This is goodbye forever, thank you for letting me stay over at saltburn but my time has come for me to go back home and you know that” and with those final words being said, Oliver walked away for the last time out of the hedgemaze in order for him to go back to his parents in Prescot.

However, Felix felt a bit strange ever since drinking the rest of his drink, like there was something poisonous inside of it but of course he didn’t think none of it was true since he was waiting for his high to come in so that he could wake up like nothing happened, “oh fuck me - I don’t seem to feel so good…”

All of a sudden; Felix’s body dropped to the ground as he felt himself dying on the inside - what made him feel like this? Was finding Oliver’s secret out the cause of this happening to the poor boy? Felix’s eyes were shutting ever so slowly while his chest became pounding up and down relentlessly as he gave up on trying to find a way to save himself from death itself, then… his eyes shut fully and now…

Oliver had killed Felix successfully without his knowledgement of what the boy was doing to him - even with fucking him the last time… all’s Felix knew was that his time was up and there was nothing that he could do to free him from Oliver’s grasps and the power he managed to have over Felix.

“I wasn’t in love with him, I know everyone thought I was but I wasn’t… I loved him of course, it was impossible not to love Felix and that was part of the problem. Everyone loved him…” - Oliver Quick

#saltburn fic #oliver quick x felix catton fic #oliver quick x felix catton angst #jacob elordi #barry keoghan

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simonnebethel · 3 months

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Moodboards for Our Demonic Hearts Characters + Some Info

I realized I haven't talked much about my urban fantasy novel, Our Demonic Hearts, as much as AoC so here's some moodboards I made back in November <3

Ana Kravens

Ana is the protagonist of the story. She is a first-born cambion, daughter of an ancient demon known as Marchosias. Mississippi-born and raised, she spent most of her life with her human "dad", Alex Kravens, before being sent to live with her mother in Florida when Alex became terminally ill. While there, sixteen-year-old Ana met not only the Motloes but her real dad, Marchosias, and learned the truth of what kind of magic courses through her veins. She had momentarily become friends with Judas Motloe, but that friendship ended when she learned he had killed her then girlfriend, Ophelia. After that, something happened that left her with a blank space in her memory and unfathomable rage whenever she tries to remember what happened. All she knows is that the Motloes are to blame for ruining her life.

Six years later, she is living in her late human father's house, recovering from a smoking addiction and looking for a part-time job just to appease her worried mother, when a certain Beau Motloe shows up on her door...

Ana is bisexual ^^ I think she is one of my first queer characters. All of these characters are quite old!

Beau Motloe

Beau Motloe, first-born son of Regan Motloe and Emily Motloe, descendant of a reclusive demon only known as Phenix, was perfect in everything. Perfect in school, perfect in magic, perfect in everything else in life...until a chance encounter with Ana Kravens. Living across the street from her mother, Margaret, he knew he would at some point see her cambion daughter, he just didn't expect Ana to somehow steal chunk of his magical core, a cambion's "second heart", and fuse it with hers. He knew it wasn't intentional and purely by accident, but he still couldn't help but feel like she was to blame for turning his life upside down. While he tried to work through his complex feelings for the cambion girl he was forbidden to talk to because of who her father is, his own father deemed him a disappointment and worked desperately to undo his son's mistake, which ultimately led to the traumatic event that led to both physical and mental traumatic scars on Beau's body, hindering him from doing any spells with his hands. Six years have past, and he still fears the purple eyes that haunt his dreams.

He shows up on Ana's doorstep one fateful day, believing he could make things right with her. Despite his chronic anxiety, he agrees to tell Ana what she wants to know about the traumatic event, in exchange for a location spell to help find his missing mother. Remembering what happened that night in the basement often sends him into a panic, and he fears that he would be unable to tell Ana and that she will learn quick enough that he is too fearful to say a word.

Beau is asexual, and his father comes from the Seminole Tribe of Florida. I don't have a face reference for him like the others because I haven't found a good one for him 😅

Judas Motloe

Since the age of ten, Judas Motloe has known that he is the product of his mother's affair with a demon named Crocell. The whole family knows it, the secret hanging above them at every single family dinner. Regan Motloe feels betrayed by his wife, but treats Judas like his own son, believing his real father to be a dangerous demon.

Judas spent most of his teenage years getting into as much trouble as possible, dealing with behavioral issues that Mr. Motloe described as merely being 'teenage hormones', despite Beau not going through the same things as him. During one chilly spring, he met Ana Kravens, a fellow cambion with an estranged father. He ignored Mr. Motloe's warnings and became fast friends with her, going to parties together and sneaking off into the woods to smoke weed late at night. It all seemed to end abruptly, as Ana started a relationship with his middle school nemesis, Ophelia, and stopped hanging out with him. He believed Ophelia did this on purpose to get back at him one final time, and he confronted her one night. One stupid mistake led to another, and Ophelia ended up dead next to a river. Ana caught on quicker than he realized, and their confrontation led to the incident that left him just as scarred as her and Beau.

Six years later, he followed Beau when he visited Ana, believing that Beau's plan was a stupid idea and felt the need to protect him from Marchosias' wrath. The present Ana was different than Ana from six years ago, and so to Judas' disappointment they were still enemies. Ana's anger for what he did to Ophelia only ignited his own, and so every conversation turned into an argument. Ana can't tell how exactly he was affected by the incident, but she has noticed a strange hum following him wherever he goes...

Judas is gay ^^ his father, Crocell, is one of my fave characters. He doesn't show up until the end of book 2 tho 😭

Also, this book is available to read on Wattpad and Royal Road if you're interested. Planning for book 2 will begin sometime during the summer ^^

#Our Demonic Hearts #writeblr #my ocs #lgbt #moodboard #urban fantasy #writers on tumblr

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cinema-wasps · 10 months

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behold. lanternhead dilf finally has a color ref. i love poppy, he's probably my most developed character that i put the biggest amount of love into making.. he is truly the man ever

more facts + bonus doodles under the cut :] [rejoice man tits be upon ye + including some fleshhead stuff bc i dont draw his objecthead design enough hfgdsfhjgdsh]

poppy is such a gentleman who's a fancy lady.. absolutely the type to kiss someone's hand as a greeting. he's very polite, always referring to people as miss/mister/etc [lastname] unless he's 100% sure they're fine with him being on a first name basis with them

he's a genuinely talented actor. the stage is his element, he's got a very clear and resonant stage voice and his acting is very expressive. he's got a lot of experience from his younger days from being cast as the hotheaded protagonist, but as he got older he started to get the evil older family member role more often. he absolutely adores it, he loves pretending to be evil and can pull it off perfectly

offstage he's. a complete mess. he struggles with general anxiety and basic self care, tends to overwork himself and put others before him to the point of neglecting himself. he struggles with insomnia due to his anxiety being Loud at night which lead to a caffeine addiction which only makes his anxiety worse

poppy tends to take a Lot of long walks in the middle of nowhere. being around nature is healing to him and helps him calm himself down a little. but he genuinely tends to unexpectedly disappear for hours at a time with no way to contact him. very often in the middle of the night

poppy is extremely lonely. he spent so much of his life travelling and never got the chance to actually enter a close and intimate relationship. he's a genuinely kind and sweet man so it's not hard for him to make friends, but it's a lot harder to turn those friendships into close meaningful relationships. his only dream is to find someone to love and settle down, but he believes he lost his chance to do so a long time ago and that it's too late for him to find someone now

his route is about helping him take care of himself and not be so hard on himself. making him realize that he's allowed to take up space and say 'no' to people. also letting him know that it's not too late for him to find love and understanding and intimacy and that he shouldn't give up on that yet

poppy has a very. complicated relationship with romance, he doesn't seek romantic relationships personally but he doesn't have a problem with them and will enter one if asked. but he wouldn't thrive in a romantic relationship and he Knows it. but it's not like he's going to say no

poppy adores useless trinkets of all sorts. he's a regular at the local antique store, handmade toy store and oddity shop. if it takes up space and doesn't do anything he will purchase it immediately

poppy tends to compliment people a lot, he loves seeing them happy and will try to do a lot of nice gestures if he likes someone [making sure they're taking care of themselves, getting them free theatre tickets, asking them to spend time with him, etc.] but if he's the one who's getting complimented he will Melt and become all bashful and flustered Every Time. you could bring him flowers after every performance and he will thank you one thousand times and tell you you shouldn't have every single time. he just thinks that someone taking the time to do/say something nice to him is such a sweet and lovely gesture and he appreciates it so much

he loves fireflies. his favorite activity is going to the park in the middle of the night and watching them for hours

he's got a wonderful singing voice. it's very deep and smooth and while very loud onstage it can also be very soft in private. legends say that him singing people to sleep actually works

that's all i have to say about the man for now.. please have some doodles and i hope that you will enjoy him as much as i do

#POPPY IS REAL!!! LANTERNHEAD DILF IS REAL!!!!!! REJOICE!!!!!!!!!!!!#i have a Lot more stuff about him but it's mostly backstory stuff that's. sad. very sad even #so im choosing not to mention it For Now #he's so lovely and delightful. he's poppy. he's the man ever. please appreciate him or i will cry so loud #yes his last name is a reference. im not saying to what though. IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW.#dialtown #dialtown oc #ocs #kordian dlc #art tag #poppy

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theyscreamjade · 2 years

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Pussy Is Mine

「 Whew lemme say….Sorry? Your girls have been working too damn hard, and schools still murdering my ass out here. I’m writing this while sick in bed, as always…I missed y’all though~ෆ」

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↬ Disclaimer: Infidelity, Cursing, Oral.

It wasn’t even five minutes after you received the text message, you heard the sound of wings flapping. You didn’t even have a chance to get a decent shower in. You hopped out to the shower, time was of the essence. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t okay. What would she think?

You walked out of the bathroom, only wearing a towel before the sliding door to the balcony opened. His jacket slapped to the ground and his hands were attached to yours in seconds. You couldn’t brace yourself for him…even though, it was always like this. He was an addiction, the worst kind of addiction anyone could ever have. He left you beyond satisfied and stuffed, ensuring you take every drop. However, you wouldn’t need this because you’ve got her, the love of your life, the woman that makes your day every single time…and his partner. Mirko.

Your body clashed with the bed, and his lips pressed harshly against yours. Your hands were locked in that messy hair of his, tugging while he pressed against your wet pussy. He pulled away, kissing your neck while he fiddled to get his belt off. “W-We shouldn’t be doing this, K-Keigo…sh-she’ll get suspicious.” Your voice moaned out, gaining what little sanity it would possibly grab. It was sinful, it was wrong. It’s been going on for way too long anyway. “You say that every time we fuck…and you still cum on my dick every single time.” He said, snatching his gloves off. Your towel slapped against a framed photo of you two on the nightstand.

“Besides…You can’t lie and say you want it to end..especially when you’re wet like this.” He mentioned, rubbing his tip against your clit. You hissed softly, knowing damn well you wanted it. It’s been like this for months, he’ll fly his ass to your apartment and fuck you just before Mirko would get off of work and crash at your place because her place was too far for her to travel. Though she has a whole driver, car, and place that’s only a block or two away, she insists on sleeping with you because she’ll sleep better like that. A soft moan escaped your lips, feeling his cock slide deep inside you. It’s a feeling you’re usually used to but fuck it always drove you wild. This flying bastard always had you ready for him, begging and pleading for more.

“You’re already a fucking mess for me, Birdy. Don’t say you want it to be over and you’re practically begging to be fucked.” He growled, his yellow eyes glowing into yours. Before you could respond, his hips slammed all of him deep inside you. Your walls welcomed him by gripping and sucking him in with each thrust. You grabbed your pillow and slapped it over your face, forcing yourself to keep silent to ensure that the neighbors won’t be suspicious. They’re noisy as hell and ran a few noise complaints towards Mirko, which slightly made her more suspicious.

“K-K-Keigo! S-Slow down! You’re t-too d-Fuck!” The scrambled mess of words that came from your mouth, his hand gripped your left arm as his other snatched the pillow away from you. “T-The neighbor-“

“Let them hear, let them hear who’s fucking you this good.” He said, smirking before slipping out of you. “Let them hear? You’re joking r-Woah!” You yelped, his feathers lifting you into the air while he climbed off the bed. “Keigo! G-get me down! Now!” You demanded, levitating around the room until you floated in the middle of the room. The sudden feeling of warm flesh made you jump, ready to punch whatever it was then felt his hands grip your hips. This was new and very very bold. Floating on feathers while he ate you out, giving you the illusion of being on cloud nine…while possibly being on cloud nine.

He’s a womanizer for a reason, he knew how to keep them on his toes all right. Your back arched, you were already close but was playing with you now. He was fucking with you to see just how far you’ll go to beg him to fuck you, a trick he’s pulled during the award show before. Your hands pushed his head back, stopping him from going any further as he looked up at you. The way his eyes stared into you with determination and lust, the very reason why he came for you. You and Mirko first started dating when he saved you one day. The attack left you in your bra and panties which required him to fly you home. Once home, you thanked him…but he came back later that night. A kiss became a make out then you two fucked, starting this cycle that always left your legs shaking and a heart filled with guilt.

Your body pressed against the cold glass of the sliding doors, and with a snatch, your curly hair bounced free from your bonnet. He slid in from the back and started pounding you into the glass, slamming into the deepest parts of you. Your eyes rolled back, lips between your teeth while his hand tugged and gripped your hair. “Whose is it? Tell me, Whom does this pussy belong to?” He demanded between thrusts, only to receive a moan back from you. “Come on, Birdy. Let’s not be stubborn here. I know you heard me~” he teased, his right hand reaching in front of you, rubbing your clit while the left grabbed your face. “Just tell me that this pussy’s mine. Tell the truth~.” He said, your eyes locking with his. Your lips were tight between your teeth, squeezing and bruising them while he pounded into you. The over-stimulation was getting to you. You didn’t want to admit it..but in a way, he was making it all his. All his. With the last few thrusts being the true signal for your cumming alarm, your mouth opened. Before the words could come out, the door opened. The lights snapped on and he stopped, your eyes darted toward the figure and your life left your body.

“What the fuck?”

#bnha hawks x reader #hawks x reader #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia #bnha hawks #i hope you like this #hawks smut #mha hawks #pro hero mirko

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swampndn · 29 days

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CW: child sexual assault, child abuse, alcoholism

Six years ago today, I finally found my maternal grandfather’s people. I've been thinking a lot about him recently and feeling that grief of all he lost. Then I got the Facebook memory reminder. So I wanna talk about him. Feels like I should.

His name was James, and he was stolen as a toddler and sold to a Mormon family in Utah. He never knew his tribe or where he came from, just that he was Native. When he escaped as a teen, he went to Oklahoma because that's where he knew the Natives were and thought it'd be his best chance. He ended up in Vietnam, survived the Navy, came back to Oklahoma, then met my maternal grandmother (a white woman), and quickly had my mother and uncle shortly after.

My mother's mother was an evil woman. She and her entire racist ass family are. They hated my grandfather because of who he was, so much so that they lied to the courts and said that he was a drunk to take away his kids. It worked. This all happened exactly 1 year before the Indian Child Welfare Act too. Before that, he never drank in his life, but after that loss, he started and, unfortunately, couldn't stop for nearly 15 years.

My mom was then raised and physically/sexually abused by her white family. They constantly told her and my uncle that they should be ashamed of being Native because of their father, and those people did everything they could to make them white. My mom's a deeply complicated person, especially being that she couldn't break the cycle of abuse with my siblings and I. But this post isn't about her. My uncle also experienced the physical abuse, and he developed a drug addiction when he was just 12yo to cope. My grandfather developed alcoholism during this separation period, and his health began to decline.

But! Good news! When my mom ran away from home at 16yo, my father's family took her in. My mom said that she was immediately drawn to my dad because he was Native, connected to his people, and came from an unapologetically Native home. So she finally found some kind of community, and also she was finally able to reconnect with her dad. (And also in the eventual marrying of my father, they ex-communicated my mom. I got a wild story from when I was about 8yo and the first and last time I met them, but that's for a different post for a different day.)

The day she got in contact with my grandfather after being forcibly no contact her entire upbringing was the day he stopped drinking cold turkey. She talks about how after that he was at every single school event and every holiday. My uncle finally got out of there too, and he also reconnected with my grandfather. My dad's family welcomed them both.

My uncle died at 18yo from the lingering effects of his addiction about a year before I was born. It was sudden and unexpected, especially since he, like my grandfather, had stopped using when he reunited with his dad. My mom talks about how involved and happy my uncle was with my sister as a baby. He was James, Jr., but went by Jimmy mainly.

My grandfather had also been heavily involved with us, and he had some kind of prophecy gift. He predicted the sex of all of my mom's kids just by touching her belly, and he knew a bunch of other things too. He used to take my sister and I fishing nearly every weekend, and he got me a Minnie Mouse fishing pole to use. He taught my sister how to ride a bike. I was still too little for a bike, but he got me a tricyle. One Christmas, he rented a helicopter after saving up all year and flew into a neighborhood park dressed like Santa. I do wish I could remember those things firsthand, but I've been told about them and seen lots of pictures.

Unfortunately, all of that was short-lived because he died the day after my sister's 5th birthday when I was only 3yo. We knew something was wrong because he wasn't at her party, and in all this time, he never missed a single event. Even though he never drank again, his prior alcoholism was so severe that he passed from cirrhosis of the liver. My mom was pregnant with my younger brother at the time, so he never got to meet him - but my grandfather did let my mom know he was a boy. (This was back when IHS refused to do ultrasounds. You know how it is.)

He died in 1996 never knowing who his people are. There were no clues. No one knew anything until March 29, 2018.

Finding his people was completely by chance. I went on a trip in March 2018 with a now ex-partner to the Mescalero Apache rez in New Mexico to see some of his extended family. We got there in the middle of the night, and the next morning (March 29th), I went outside to see the landscape. I'd never been to New Mexico before, so I was excited to see mountains and the desert. The moment I stepped outside of the motel and saw the land, I felt an overwhelming grief that I immediately burst into tears. The only way I could describe it was the feeling of a mother who was convinced her child was no longer alive for years and years, suddenly finding out that her baby survived. I will never forget what that felt like, and honestly, now it feels even more powerful than before. I can hardly even think about it writing this because tears are happening.

As soon as I was able to be coherent again after all that grief, my first thought was that this is where my grandfather was from. I knew it. I was fully convinced. The rest of that trip I kept looking at all these Apache faces in the tribal gas station, on the road, and just around and wondering if any of them were family. So many looked familiar, but I wasn't going to do or say anything until I got home and could try and find some of my grandfather's records. Hell, I didn't even tell my then-partner about it when it happened because I wanted to be sure. He even asked me why I was crying standing outside the motel door, and I just said that the land was so beautiful that I was moved. Fortunately for me (one of the many bad signs for him) is that he didn't ask any follow-up questions, so I was able to keep it to myself for the time being.

When I got back home, I got ahold of his birth certificate, and I called the Mescalero Apache records office. After a couple weeks, it was confirmed. He even had living family still. Getting that phone call was so emotional, and I still cry about the relief and also the anger that he died not knowing. I know his spirit is at peace now, and every time I've been to New Mexico since 2018, I feel such a comfort. The land told me on March 29, 2018, and today I'm just thinking about how grateful I am that she did.

As I have been thinking a lot about grief, land, healing, legacy, blood memory, the responsibilities of parenthood, and the next seven generations recently (mainly due to a project I've been working on this week), I don't think it's an accident that today was the anniversary of that event while I go into a performance tomorrow about just this very thing: the land grieving and healing and telling us why.

There's not too many pictures of him because he was the one usually taking pictures of us. But here's a candid I have from my toddler days (mid-blink lol).

#healingjourney #personal

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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LOID FORGER, who only after started working operation strix, discovers that he might have breeding kink after seeing you interact with anya and being so doting and loving towards her. he can’t help but let his stare linger on your curvaceous figure effortlessly float around the kitchen, entertaining anya’s whimsical ambitions with a playful grin. he began to imagine what you’d look like with a round, swollen belly and heavy breasts, knowing the little miracle brewing in there was his doing. his jaw clenched in an effort to compose himself and focus on the real reason why he’s here and why he’s doing this.

but you make it so hard with your pretty face and smooth skin and the way you smile at him when you ask if he wants milk in his coffee.

LOID FORGER, who realizes that his feelings for you might be deeper than just being amiable for the sake of the mission, or putting on a façade for other people to believe the two of you are actually married. whenever you’re together, there’s this primal urge inside of him that wants to protect you with everything in his being, that wants to feel the full extent of your kindness. he finds himself wanting to touch some part of your body at every moment of the day, he wants to kiss your lips until they swell and pulsate, the taste of him lingering on your tongue, he wants to mark you up on every imaginable, visible surface— including the invisible ones like inside that pretty princess pussy you’re hiding from him.

LOID FORGER, who begins to admit to himself that he wants this to be real, he wants this faux family of his to be real despite of their previous goals and how it started out. yes, he still had a mission to carry out, but when it was all over, he didn’t want you (or anya) to go your separate ways. he wanted to come home from work, to little anya and bond jumping with excitement at her favorite cartoons, to you in the kitchen making dinner, humming an imaginary tune with a soft smile on your countenance and that glow around your figure that he’s grown to love.

LOID FORGER, who wants to come home and wrap his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling his nose into the nape of your neck, trailing kisses in his wake. then finally using his rough palm, he gently grabbed you by the chin and forced your head back at an angle so he could taste those sweet, sweet lips that he missed all day long. he’d grown addicted to the taste.

he wants to come and listen to you and anya ramble on about the random, mundane, exciting things about your day and upcoming plans for the weekend, never growing tired of hearing you talk no matter how little his expression changes.

LOID FORGER, who wants to come home and be able to have you in bed, squirming and trembling underneath him in the dead of night, wants to see you struggle to keep quiet, and struggle to take every single inch of his rigid cock. at first he was fucking you intensely, but eventually something clicked in him, and he mellowed his pacing, drifting away from hard and fast but deep and slow, making sure that with every stroke, every fleeting touch, every kiss he placed upon you, every deep groan that you managed to pull from his lips…that you felt it; you’d feel that this was him making love to you, being so intimate and raw and passionate.

damn, he guessed he loved you.

LOID FORGER, an unwavering and cold spy, hardened by years on the job, was softened beyond what he believed he was previously capable of when you entered the picture. he realizes that this is something he’d been longing for his whole life, and now that he’s gotten a taste of it, he’ll cherish it and you as long as he’s able.

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a/n! this wasn’t supposed to be this long and it was supposed to be more smutty but it turned into…this.. LMFAOOO i got carried away i lub him <3

#—sosa’s thoughts💭#sailewhoremoon #yeah um #this was longer than expected #no thoughts #just head full of tall handsome blonde overworked man who is also a dilf #!nsfw #!suggestive #!mdni #loid ❣️#loid forger #spy x family

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aro-iceland · 3 months

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not really a drawing request but id love to know more about your ocs??? from what you’ve posted they look amazing??

Thank you VERY much!!! i forgot how much i love to talk about them

(sorry for the old art or picrews, i am too excited to not talk about them and simultaneously not patient enough to redraw them)

All picrew links: Kit + Kevín + Lilly Annalise Piper + Cecily Mikael + Claire Princeton

here's a general overview of everything that exists:

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part 1: em groups

you should at least be vaguely familiar with my em. every single au and whatever hetalia character i feel like grabbing for that day goes in there. interesting little tidbit that somehow hasn't come up so far is that in more human AUs of mine he's part irish! ~20% of icelandic males and 60% of females actually have irish/keltic ancestry!!! ireland being his mom hc is going WILD in me. he's also very magic because that headcanon singlehandedly started the ice obsession in me. how well in tune he is with it and how exactly it looks like depends on the au . i also make him closer friends with swe and fin because i can👍

(excerpt from my em content dedicated whatsapp group with just my (non-hetalia) best friend and me: )

le is there a lot because i love him so so much. incredibly phoenix coded man

there's also monaco, gwendolyn or gwenny to me. she's a permanent resident because i support women's rights (slaying) and wrongs (gambling addictions)

a notable not fully formed character is faroe islands! petra sometimes, emma other times. i genuinely don't know where those names come from. i heard the faroe islands and iceland being referred to as "kind of like twins" and as each othere's "best friends" *somewhere* and i am VERY normal about that too. oh SO normal

part 2: mikael's world

a fusion of 2 groups put into one world, connected by one flimsy tie. it's mostly analogous to real life but no homophobia👍

Group A: Pentagon

Mikael started out as a swedish micronation oc but we don't talk about that. he has a chicken called omelette because of inside jokes during... my wattpad era... shudders. i project onto him a lot and lots of his design is just wish fullfillment. while i love my ocs suffering and angst, because i put so much of myself in him, ultimately, his story is one of healing. major point of difference between us though is that his parents abandoned him and mine... didn't.do.that. 💀👍

Claire and Piper both actually started out as minecraft skins i made for fun!! and then i made them kith:3

Cecily and Kit were added becaue i felt like something was missing to complete the friendgroup!

Group B: menace club

Kevín and Lilly are my ACNL and ACNH side accounts...... and Annalise was some pretty trans woman i drew one day there's nothing much to this

Part 3: D&D

so.. confession: i haven't actually played d&d yet! but my friends love it a lot, i love a couple ttrpg podcasts so.. yeah i have a couple concepts!

The Leighlar Pilayden, or blueberry bitchfuck as i like to call him, Half Elf sorcerer who was abandoned as a babg and raised in a cult which, in a world with multiple deities, somehow ended up believing in the *one* that doesn't exist! he's a sorcerer but they all think his powers a blessing from their god

MY BABY MY SOBBING WET CAT SON! PRINCETON INTEKONA!!!

TIEFLING BARD I might get to play as him soon... negative strength, the only reason he has such a high charisma stat is because everyone pitties him... he accidentally ended up in a criminal gang... he plays the pan flute and bagpipes... pathetic baby

Part 4: Miscellaneous

All the Characters that are alone in their worlds!

(^aesthetic wise but he definitely kins larry)

Brian is the brain cell a friend and i are sharing and also the last one we have. he's a SOO overworked office worker. he has to handle EVERYTHING he's so exhausted please give him a break. he recently got a boyfriend. good for my him

Recently re-named Ailbhe used to be Avery and is a genderless, fully white skinned(as in colour not the skin colour we associate with the word. imagine porcelaine!) and neon yellow haired fallen angel/ex-demi-god!! not much lore but... lots of potential!!

Firenze is... idk he just happened in one history lesson in 2018 and now he's here. bunny boy with lots of responsibilities around the palace!!!

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and ... phew. i THINK that's it? mostly? oh my god. if. there's anyone you wanna know more about... tell ME

#how in the actual fresh hell do i tag this?#trick question #i won't tag this!#except for this #of course

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airiblackwood · 1 year

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⟨ katherine mcnamara. cis female. she/her. 28. ⟩ We just saw airi blackwood entering the the news building. I heard through the grapevine that they are photographer for the times. Although they are [ with the media ], they can sometimes be impulsive, reckless, or even stubborn but I’ve also heard some people say that they were imaginative, affectionate and quite kind.— aria. est. she/her

FACTS:

name : Airi Marie Blackwood (pronounced air-ee) nickname : Airs, Rirri, Air-bear age & birthday : 28, April 9th gender : Cis Female pronouns : She/Her sexuality : Pansexual occupation : Photographer for The Times

affiliation : Media place of birth : London, England neighborhood : Kentish Town languages spoken : English & Japanese

personality : + imaginative, affectionate, kind , - impulsive, reckless, stubborn

BIOGRAPHY: Airi was born in London, to her father Colin, and his wife. Everything seemed so wonderful! She was a cute little girl with bright red hair, that seemed to come out of nowhere. But she was a good kid, always loving everything to do with spending time with her father. It didn't matter what he was doing, she wanted to be with him. But when he was busy off at work, she spent time with her mom, learning about all of the girly things. However, that didn't stop her from missing her father. As she got older, she noticed things changing. Her dad spent more and more time away from work and she hated every single second of it.

When she was 10 years old, her parents got divorced. It absolutely tore Airi apart. She hated the idea of her parents splitting up. While they had shared custody of her, it still hurt. She loved having dinners with her parents, spending as much time with both of them as she could. It took years to get used to them being separated.

But one of the biggest ways that Airi distracted herself was with photography. She received a camera for her birthday when she was about seven years old and it completely changed her life. Her camera went everywhere she did. She took pictures of everything and absolutely adored all of it.

She was always a good student, doing well in school, and when she reached sixth form, she did excellently in her A levels. Everyone who knew her knew that photography would her choice for subject. It was obvious.

Airi attended The University of Arts London and learned as much as she possibly could about photography. She did an internship at The Times and impressed them enough for them to hire her for a job.

While in university, Airi learned that she was bisexual after spending nearly three weeks with a girl in one of her classes for a project. They would up spending every waking moment together, ultimately dating for a couple months. The breakup wasn't bad, but they both simply got distracted. It took her about a year longer to find out that proper term to describe her sexuality was pansexual.

None of that bothered her, at all. She loved how she turned out, and loved that she got to stay in London to be close to her parents. Her job at The Times is everything she could want, but she wouldn't mind being promoted to a lead photographer, simply so they'd respect her more. She tries her best to keep her father out of the news, but it doesn't always work out in her favor.

Airi is very sweet and affectionate. She adores spending time outdoors or doing anything that requires a little bit of adrenaline. Due to her reckless nature, she'll do just about anything and actually has sky diving at the top of her bucket list.

HEADCANONS:

Airi's day doesn't start without iced coffee. If she hasn't had her coffee, you better not speak to her. She can be very short with people without caffeine. There are at least ten different mason jars with funky designs, straws, and lids for her morning coffee. She tries to drink it before heading out of the house for the day, but sometimes when in a rush, it comes with her.

Related to her caffeine addiction, if she doesn't have her afternoon tea and snack, she gets very cranky. The snack can change, from either a crumpet, a scone, or a biscuit, but the tea must always be earl grey, with two sugars, no matter what.

Growing up spending time outdoors with a reckless attitude, Airi became quite an adrenaline junkie and loves any kind of activity that raises her serotonin levels. She's the kind of girl that will go stand out in a thunderstorm with a cover on her camera just to try and take pictures of the lightning.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Ex - The one that helped Airi realize she liked girls. It would be a smooth breakup and they'd probably still be friends.

Exes - in general, male or female presenting. She's probably dated quite a bit but is also very career focused, a trait she got from her father.

Ride or Die - A best friend that is there for her no matter what, that always knows the right thing to say and how to tease her.

Enemies - People she really doesn't get along with for whatever reason.

Party friends - Friends that she parties with on occasion.

Co-workers - Either other photographers, writers, or editors she works with.

#lf.intro #☆ﾟ*·ﾟwhen i have a camera in my hand i know no fear — about airi

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entreldolorylanada · 1 year

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𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 … the outside name: Roque Símon Huerta y Santi eye colour: Hazel/gold-ish light brown. The iris of his left eye has a visible star shape around the pupil. The iris of his right has a few black dots in the lower part, one of them looks like a second pupil. hair style / colour: dirty-blonde, but sometimes he dyes them different shades of brown, depending on the mood. Shoulder length, sometimes longer. The fringe is always long enough to cover his eyes. height: 5′10′’ clothing style: informal - jeans and shirts with two or three top buttons undone, sleeves also unbuttoned and rolled up a little. formal - suits, shirts (same with top buttons), no ties. he also loves coats and thick wide scarves.

𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 … the inside fears: so many. the main are - open water/sea/ocean, dead bodies/funerals/funeral homes/cemeteries/morgues/hospitals, crowds/crowded spaces. guilty pleasure: drugs biggest pet peeve: people raising their voice at him, inviding his personal space / touching him without asking, generally anything happening without warning

𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 … thoughts first thought waking up: depends on the mood he wakes up in, but mostly - cigarettes thoughts: he tries to keep his head blank, unless he writes, but it doesn’t work, his head is always full of thoughts, and most of them are depressive and intrusive what you think about the most: dying, Morena what you think about before bed: how good it would be never to wake up again best quality: despite being mentally unstable and addicted to heavy drugs and alcohol he’s absolutely dedicated to his writing, to the literature. he’s also very kind and very loving person, although only the closest people really know about this

𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 … what’s better single vs group dates: single to be loved OR respected: both beauty OR brains: both dogs OR cats: bunnies both

𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 … do you lie: yes believe in love: yes want someone: ... yes

𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱 … ever been on stage: oh no, his sociophobia is too strong done drugs: every other day, sometimes every day changed who you were to fit in: if only he could, but that’s impossible.

𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 … favourites colour: sky blue, sage green, grey animal: bunny movie: Mar Adentro, Pan’s Labyrinth game: he doesn’t play

𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 … age day your next birthday with be: December 9th how old you will be: (I don’t cound my muses age, how I write him depends on RP) age you lost your virginity: 16 does age matter: no, but obviously he would never have a relationship with a minor person

𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 … in person best personality: kind, intelligent, but first of all, accepting best eye colour: doesn’t matter best hair colour: doesn’t matter best thing to do with a partner: just be together

𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧 finish the sentence … ’ i love: — beautiful things ’ ’ i feel: — out of place ’ ’ i hide: — from life ’ ’ i miss: — Morena, Xavi, mom and dad ’ ’ i wish: — I was someone else ’

TAGGED BY: stolen from @n-galmurrr

TAGGING: Anyone

#; en el jardín de la duermevela #; la plaza de la soledá #drugs mention

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seekfirst-community · 2 years

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Meditation: Are you missing out on what's most important in life? Being unprepared can lead to unnecessary trouble and even disaster! What good is a life-jacket left on the shore when the boat is sinking? Jesus' story of ten single ladies waiting for a wedding procession in the middle of the night seems strange to most westerners today. But Jesus' audience knew all too well how easily this could happen to them.

Don't miss the most important engagement of all

Wedding customs in ancient Palestine required extra vigilance and preparation for everyone involved. (Some near eastern villages still follow this custom.) The bride and groom did not go away for their honeymoon, but celebrated for a whole week with their family and friends. It was the custom for the groom, in company with his friends, to come at his discretion and get his bride and bring her to their new home. They would take the longest route possible so that many villagers along the way could join in the wedding procession. Once they arrived and closed the doors, no one else could be admitted. If the groom decided to come and bring his bride at night, then lights were required by necessity to guide the travelers through the dark and narrow streets. No one was allowed on the village streets at night without a lamp!

To show up for a wedding party without proper attire and travel arrangements is like trying to get into a special event today that requires a prearranged permit or reservation. You just don't get in without the proper pass. Can you imagine the frustration travelers might experience when going abroad and finding out that they can't get into some country because they don't have the right visa or a valid passport.

The consequences of being unprepared to meet the Lord

Jesus warns us that there are consequences for being unprepared. There are certain things you cannot obtain at the last moment. For example, students cannot prepare for their exams when the day of testing is already upon them. A person cannot get the right kind of character, strength, and skill required for a task at hand unless they already possess it, such as a captain with courage and nautical skills who must steer a ship through a dangerous storm at sea.

When the Lord Jesus comes to lead you to his heavenly banquet will you be ready to hear his voice and follow? Our eternal welfare depends on our hearing, and many have trained themselves to not hear. We will not be prepared to meet the Lord, face to face, when he calls us on the day of judgment, unless we listen to him today. The Lord invites us to feast at his heavenly banquet table. Are you ready?

"Lord Jesus, make me vigilant and attentive to your voice that I may heed your call at all times. May I find joy in your presence and delight in doing your will."

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“For seeing that in the wisdom of God the world, by wisdom, knew not God, it pleased God, by the foolishness of our preaching, to save them that believe.” —1 Corinthians 1:21, Douay-Rheims

Jesus has saved us through the foolishness of the message of the cross. This salvation applies to every aspect of our lives. Through the supposed foolishness of the cross, we can be saved from marital breakdown, financial insecurity, manipulation by fears, loss of purpose in life, anxieties, despair, self-hatred, enslaving addictions, bitterness, unforgiveness, and all other evils. We are saved always by the “foolishness” of the cross.

Thus, we can pray with St. Francis of Assisi: “We adore You, O Christ, and we praise You because by Your holy cross You have redeemed the world.” When we are redeemed from addictions, it is by the cross. When a marriage is a glorious sign of Christ’s love for the Church (see Eph 5:32), we should boast of nothing but the cross (Gal 6:14). When we forgive and love our enemies and ourselves, we should “speak of nothing but Jesus Christ and Him crucified” (1 Cor 2:2).

The cross is the only tree of life. It is a scandal to the Jews and foolishness to the Gentiles, but to those called by God, the cross is “the power of God and the wisdom of God” (1 Cor 1:24). Take up the cross daily (Lk 9:23).

Prayer: Father, when I make the Sign of the Cross, may it express the meaning of my life.

Promise: “The ones who were ready went in to the wedding with him.” —Mt 25:10

Praise: Not having received the Sacrament of Reconciliation for twenty years, Jose made a decision to do so monthly.

Reference: (For a related teaching on Redemptive Suffering, listen to, download or order our CD 75-1 or DVD 75 on our website.)

Rescript: "In accord with the Code of Canon Law, I hereby grant the Nihil Obstat for the publication One Bread, One Body covering the time period from August 1, 2022 through September 30, 2022. Reverend Steve J. Angi, Chancellor, Vicar General, Archdiocese of Cincinnati, Cincinnati, Ohio January 31, 2022"

The Nihil Obstat ("Permission to Publish") is a declaration that a book or pamphlet is considered to be free of doctrinal or moral error. It is not implied that those who have granted the Nihil Obstat agree with the contents, opinions, or statements

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Day 127: Fake Dating

"It's just annoying," Draco continued as he and Harry packed up for the night. "Literally every single party or brunch, I am hounded about when I'll start dating someone." He slammed his desk drawer closed, "I'm a bloody auror! I haven't got time to date anyone," he groaned. "And now I have this party tonight and I just know-"

"I'll go with you," Harry offered.

He broke off and stared at the other man. "What?"

"Yeah," Harry said with a shrug, "I'll go and be your pretend boyfriend, it would be easy to fake that we're dating since we already know everything about each other."

"But," he started, tilting his head at the other man, "Then people will think we're dating."

"I thought that was the point?"

He stared at Harry, waiting for it to click. When no click was forthcoming he said "but then people would think you're dating me."

"Am I missing something here?"

He rolled his eyes, "I don't think you quite understand what dating me entails."

"Ah, need to be pampered, darling? Wined and dined? Roses on Tuesday and dinner on Friday nights? I could bring you coffee in the morning-"

"I- What?" Draco spluttered. "No! No. Merlin, that's not what I'm saying, although, yes if we're being honest I want to be absolutely doted upon," he added.

"Obviously."

"Wait," he said, shaking his head to clear it, "You're missing the fucking point."

(Read more below the cut)

"Sorry," Harry said, smirking at him and not looking sorry at all, "What's the point?"

"The point," Draco said, poking him in the chest, "Is that dating me is not a pleasant experience."

"Oh come on," Harry teased, "You're not that bad."

"I am a fucking delight," he replied, exasperated, "I am saying that the press will make your life hell."

"Ah," he said, nodding, "I have no idea what dealing with the press is like."

"The press has been kind to you for at least the past decade because of the whole saving the world nonsense," Draco replied as he opened the door and held it open for Harry.

"Except for the lurid months after I came out and all sorts of lies were spread about me," Harry replied wryly.

He shook his head and headed toward the floos, "Even those were mostly flattering," he added with a lewd glance.

Harry laughed, "Whatever. My point," he said, poking him in the shoulder, "is that I'm not afraid of the press." He bumped his shoulder against Draco's, "Come on. What have you got to lose?"

"Fine," he huffed but his stomach was silently doing back flips while his heart did a complicated tap routine in his chest. "Meet me at the Screaming Goblin at 7:00pm sharp." He stepped toward the floo and turned, "Don't dress like a homeless person," he added before stepping into the floo.

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Harry did not dress like a homeless person. In fact it was quite the opposite.

Harry looked fucking hot.

He was wearing tight dark-wash jeans and a lightweight jumper that hugged his body, making his strong, broad shoulders look even broader and his trim waist even narrowed. He'd done his hair, putting enough product in his curls to make them look artfully tousled and not a mess. And he'd arrived before Draco but instead of waiting, he'd gone in and bought Draco's friends a round and was sitting and yammering away at them.

As Draco approached, Harry turned his head and gave him a wide grin, "Hey, babe," he said, standing up and pulling out Draco's chair for him.

"Hi," he said weakly.

Harry pressed a kiss to his temple and a thrill shot through Draco's body as his brain went pleasantly fuzzy.

And thank Merlin for Harry because Draco hardly answered a question all night, hardly even heard a question all night because he was too busy focusing on the way it felt to have Harry's fingers trailing through the hair at the base of his skull. Harry talked and laughed with Draco's friends like they'd all been friends for ages as he sat with his arm resting on the back of Draco's chair.

When it was time to go, Harry helped Draco into his coat and bid all of the former Slytherins goodbye as he wrapped his arm through Draco's.

The bar wasn't far from Draco's but still Harry murmured, "Can I walk you?"

And Draco found himself charmed into saying yes.

Harry hummed, quiet now that all of Draco's friends were gone, but he still kept his arm looped through Draco's as they walked. When they arrived at Draco's front door Harry asked, "Everything alright?"

Draco's eyes snapped to his and he nodded, "I just can't believe how well they took to you."

He shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans and grinned up at Draco from the bottom step, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Well, I can be very charming, what can I say?"

"It's a little strange-" Draco started but Harry leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth and every word that Draco knew disappeared.

"Don't overthink it," he said with a wink. Then he turned and started off down the sidewalk calling, "See you tomorrow," over his shoulder.

Draco was half way to bed before he realized that there was no one watching when Harry kissed him on his door step.

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They spent the next two weeks fake dating and it was the best dating experience Draco had ever had. Harry was sweet and doting, just like Draco had said he wanted and Draco enjoyed that thoroughly.

But what he hadn't expected enjoying as much as he did was being good to Harry in return. While Draco loved to be praised and brought little treats, Harry loved to be touched. He melted when Draco ran his fingers through his hair; when Draco held his hand, he got a huge dopey grin on his face that took hours to disappear; and even a casual touch, fingers trailing over the small of his back when Draco walked by, made his lips twitch up as he leaned into the touch.

Draco was quickly, and disconcertingly, becoming addicted to those smiles.

Smiles were in short supply that day, though. The case they'd worked had been tough. Harry was scowling at the folder splayed out in front of him, his jaw clenched as he filled in paperwork.

"Hey," Draco murmured as he slipped behind him and slowly rubbed Harry's shoulders.

Harry dropped his quill and leaned back into the touch, "Hey," he murmured, closing his eyes.

"Alright?" Draco asked.

He nodded, "I just hate the ones with kids."

"They're going to be alright, though," he said.

"Yeah," he agreed, "But it just brings up bad memories." He shook his head and covered Draco's hand with his own. "Want to get out of here?"

"What did you have in mind?" he asked as he combed his fingers through Harry's soft curls.

Harry tipped his head back to look up at Draco, "this is nice," he said softly. "Want to go back to mine and I'll make you dinner? Then I'll lay with my head on your lap and you can stroke my hair?" he asked wistfully and Draco's heart stuttered in his chest.

"That sounds an awful lot like dating."

"Yeah," Harry affirmed.

"But there's no one there-"

Harry pulled away, breaking Draco's contact with him, "You're right," he said, nodding as he stood up and started shoving files into his bag. "Forget it."

"Harry-"

"No, it's fine," he said, giving him a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You're right. I'm just," he shrugged helplessly. "Forget it," he repeated as he grabbed his bag and headed to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said.

"But-" Draco started before realizing it was useless because Harry was gone. He packed up his things and headed home, this was what he should have been worried about; pretending to be dating had been a terrible idea.

When he got home he flooed Pansy and told her everything. "And now I don't know what to do," he finished, imaging Harry at home all alone make dinner.

"You're such an idiot," Pansy groaned.

"Excuse me?"

She rolled her eyes. "You do know that we all knew you thought it was fake, don't you."

"What?"

"We all knew. Potter told us that first night when we met up for drinks," she said.

He frowned, "Why? Why would he say that? And why haven't you said anything?"

"Because he asked us not to. He said he was really into you, or whatever," she said flippantly, "And that he thought he could win you over by showing you how great dating him could be. He begged us to play along."

He stared at her, mouth open, "He feels the same?" he breathed.

"Yeah," she said. "Obviously."

"I've got to go," he said, abruptly ending the call so he could floo to Harry's flat.

He stumbled out of the floo and immediately called for the other man, "Harry!" he shouted, heading toward the kitchen. "Harry!"

The other man's head appeared outside of the kitchen doorway, "Draco?" he asked as though he couldn't believe his ears.

Draco took one look at him and then closed the gap between them in three steps before wrapping his arms around him and kissing him.

Harry dropped whatever he'd been holding and it shattered at their feet but Draco didn't care because he was kissing Harry Potter and that was all that mattered at the moment. He poured his heart and soul into the kiss and Harry met him with the same.

"Me too," he gasped when he pulled back.

"What?" Harry asked, looking a bit dazed and Draco could hardly blame him.

"I'm into you too," he said. "Or whatever you said to Pansy that first night."

"I told them I was in love with you," he confessed. "You still want to own that?"

He nodded and threw himself at Harry again, kissing him and wrapping his arms tight around his neck.

The next time they parted Harry asked hopefully, "So, do you want to stay for dinner?"

"How about I stay forever?" he asked, grinning wide at the other man.

He nodded, "Even better."

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Day 126: Arranged Marriage | Day 128: Snake

#drarry #100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #one year of drarry drabbles #drarry ficlet #drarry drabbles #fake dating #falling in love #I never feel like I can do stories like this justice in just one little ficlet #oh well #I hope you enjoy!#Thanks for the prompt #oblivious draco #boys in love

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godlygreta · 2 years

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la belle fleur sauvage | s. kiszka.

title | la belle fleur sauvage

summary | you missed sam so much. so so much.

warnings | mentions of sex, slight smut, very fluffy otherwise

word count | 2.8K+

author’s note | i just needed this, okay? i started writing on my computer and i literally couldn’t stop. i have such a big soft spot for sammy. i love him so much and i hope he has the greatest day today, tomorrow, and always

here’s jake’s: mystery of love

here’s danny’s: heavenly

here’s josh’s: tiny dancer

The thunder squandered your mood a little, having outside chores to do. Since buying a house with Sam, the two of you divided up random household chores. When he was away on tour, however, you ended up doing everything. While you had no issue with it, watching Sam do something as simple as the dishes made your heart swell. Watching him be so domestic just made you excited for the future.

He had been gone for almost six months this time, being able to tour all around America, Europe, Asia and even dipping into South America. He texted you every day, sending you pictures of his many adventures. Sometimes it would be a selfie of him and Jake, or him and Danny. Most of the time though it would be pictures of the coolest things he had seen that day. Those cool things ranged from the way their food was plated at lunch to the way the skyline looked while the sun was setting.

It made you slightly envious, wishing you would have gone with him. It just wasn’t ideal – going on tour with him. The two dogs you shared, Artemis and Apollo, needed to have at least one of you there. They couldn’t be traveling all the time. They filled the void Sam left in the bed, one cuddling into your ass, the other laying by your stomach. They’d flip flop on who laid where. You’d send Sam pictures back, Apollo wedged in your ass, head laying on your hip, Artemis sprawled out with her paws on your chest, just below your breasts.

He had never missed a human and two dogs more in his life. Leaving you was the hardest thing he ever had to do. He truly hated it. He hated leaving you, but he loved music and performing. He wouldn’t give that up for the world, and you would never ask him to. You loved watching him perform just as much as he loved doing it. Watching from the pit was an experience you wished you could feel forever, and in a way, you did.

Anytime Sam was home, he made every single moment feel like living a dream. The happiness – that bubbling feeling you’d get in your chest of complacent happiness – that feeling was something you got addicted to. Nobody you had ever dated made you feel the way Sam did. He’d dance with you in the kitchen to silly little love songs, their cheesiness spreading through the both of you, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears.

That dreaminess feeling followed when the two of you would make love. He was always gentle, kind when he came home. He gave you everything you were willing to take. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, drinking in your scent that he’s missed so much, kissing the conjunction of your shoulder and neck. Your hands weave through his hair, not tugging, not pushing his head into you, but just keeping him there. You would lay like that for hours after, cum dripping from you onto the bedsheets.

You let Apollo and Artemis out before the rain came in, hoping they wouldn’t take too long. You hated having to keep them inside the house during the rainy weather. You didn’t exactly have time to wash a muddy dog. Sam, on the other hand, always let them out if they wanted to go out in a rainstorm.

He’d chase them up to the house, carrying them up into the bathroom one by one. You laughed when Sam walked out of the bathroom to get Apollo, noticing how soaking wet he was. He’d look over at you while carrying Apollo up the stairs, asking silently for your help. You’d help him even though everything in you just wanted to watch him struggle. You’d throw your hair into a bun, pulling up the sleeves of your shirt to your elbows.

Sam made bath time more fun. He would sometimes squirt you with their shampoo, making you gasp loudly as his goofy boyish smile covered half of his face. His laughter would fill the bathroom, but soon be cut off by you emptying a cup of water on his head. It would sometimes turn into an all-out war between the two of you, the dogs just watching it happen. Nothing beat the intimacy between you and Sam when the two of you showered, both fun and sweet.

When you and Sam would shower together, he’d always wrap his arms around you and just hold you there. He wouldn’t move, his arms wouldn’t budge. Your hands would be pressed against his chest, looking at him as he looked at you. Sometimes you’d get carried away, ending in an impromptu make-out session. You two had never tried shower sex in your shared home, mostly because the shower was nowhere near big enough. Not to mention, the last time you and Sam had shower sex, it ended with both of you on the floor of the shower.

When the dogs finally came in, they hopped up on the couch, letting you sit between them. You pulled your feet underneath you, sitting with your legs crisscrossed on the couch. A warm cup of tea in your hand, a blanket from the back of the couch thrown on your lap, both of your dog loves seated next to you, and a Netflix binge marathon of Criminal Minds.

When the rain started to fall, you looked outside, taking in the scene in front of you. You were happy that you and Sam settled on a house in the countryside, pine trees surrounding the entire line of your property, and extending as far back as your acres went. Hidden behind the line of trees was a small, cabin-like structure. Sam spent most of his time there when he wasn’t in the house. Inside was a small studio, an entire room dedicated to all of his stringed instruments and a spare bedroom in case he wanted to sleep in there.

Sometimes, he would spend the night there when the two of you would fight. He’d toss and turn underneath the covers all night, not getting an ounce of sleep. Neither would you, although the bed wasn’t empty. It was hard to sleep by yourself when you knew Sam was home. Most nights you’d cave and trudge through the backyard, wrapped in a soft blanket. You’d rap your knuckles on the bedroom door, waiting for him to open it. You’d wrap your blanket clad arms around him, engulfing him in the blanket as well.

Fights never lasted long. And anytime they did, it wasn’t more than a week. The one really bad one you had was a few months into living at your house. It was stupid – the reason why you were fighting. Chores would go undone, the boys would constantly be in the studio and making messes there. You and Sam had never yelled at each other before, but when you did, you let the two of you completely mellow the situation down before speaking to each other again.

You two vowed to never fight again.

Criminal Minds was almost as intriguing as the car pulling up to your house. Your driveway wasn’t too terribly long, but it was long enough for anyone in their right minds to want to drive down it. You peered out from the window, moving the grey curtain out of the way. The backseat door flew open, and out popped Sam.

You set your cup down on the windowsill, running to the front door. It swung open and hit the house with a loud ‘thwack’. You immediately threw your arms around Sam’s neck, not caring about the fact that it was raining. His arms wrapped around your middle so tightly, you were sure he was going to kill you. “You’re home.”

“Of course I’m home, I’ve missed you.” He breathed in the smell of your hair, noticing a change in shampoo and conditioner. “We should get inside though, honey, it’s raining.”

“I don’t care.” You didn’t want to move. You wanted to keep Sam right where he was. The car that held Sam drove off, leaving the two of you in the driveway. The rain soaked right through your clothes, through Sam’s as well. You removed your arms slightly, loosening the death grip you had on him.

With the rain falling, Sam surprising you coming home, life had felt like a movie. And like the scenes from your favorite cliché movies, kissing in the rain was a must. You slotted your lips against his, his hands tightly gripping your waist. You missed the way he tasted, the way his tongue felt against yours. Your hands moved to his cheeks, cupping them. “We can keep kissing, love, but we should go inside.”

You obliged, letting Sam bring his luggage in. The dogs jumped on him as soon as he was in the door, dropping down on one knee to give both of them scratches and kisses, although they were a little too excited for kisses. You brought his suitcase up to your room, putting it in one of the corners and unzipping it, hoping his clothes either weren’t wet at all, or only wet enough where they wouldn’t take long to dry.

You started hanging them on the backs of two of the chairs in your room, mostly just his sweaters. You stopped, though, when you heard the door shut. You turned around, looking over at Sam. You two met in the middle, lips clashing as soon as possible. His hands were all over you, attempting to peel your wet clothes off of you, just as you did to him.

His hands roamed across every inch of your skin as if he had never felt it before. His lips worshipped every spot they touched; from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. He took his time with you, patient with his tongue and fingers. He was adamant on making you come on his fingers and his mouth before making you come all over his dick.

The way you danced on his fingers would forever play in his mind anytime he needed to come without you there. With a hand wrapped around his dick, fucking his hand wishing it was your pussy instead. The devilish grin you had before sloppily kissing him was enough to make him come alone. You’d throw your head into your pillows, back arching up from the bed, stilling your movements for only a fraction of a second before moving them fervently against his hand. He just watches you, in awe.

He has you ride his face, wanting nothing more than for you to use him as means to make yourself come. You deserved it, after all. With a hand woven into his hair, the other gripping the headboard, you rocked your hips against his face. His tongue lapped at you greedily, humming against your core, low moans of your own bouncing off the walls of the room. His hands occupied your thighs, moving to grab your ass, feel the skin of your back, anything they could. Sam just wanted to feel you.

He gave you almost no time to recover from the two previous orgasms you had just had, wanting nothing more than to feel you wrapped around him. He has you underneath him, your arms wrapped around his neck loosely as your legs are hitched up over his hips. His arms wrap around you, slithering underneath your back. His pace is slow, partially from not wanting to spill into you too fast, but also because he missed this feeling.

He whispered into your ear, “You’re so pretty baby. I’ve missed you so much. Missed your smell, the way you taste, how your hands feel when you play with my hair. I missed you reading to me and cooking dishes for the both of us. I’ve missed coming home to you with your nose in a book and Criminal Minds in the background. Fuck, love, I’ve missed you so goddamn much.”

“Missed you, too, Sammy,” you breathe into his ear, his pace quickening, then faltering. His fingers played with your clit, bringing you closer and closer to where you needed to be. “Missed having you next to me in bed. Missed having you with me in the shower. Missed kissing you. Missed making you tea so much I started drinking it the way you like it. I’m so happy to have you home, Sammy.”

With one final groan, his hips stilled and he spilled in side of you. He kept going, however, to help you ride out your orgasm. Your hands begun to play with his hair the second he fully laid himself on you. You kept pressing kisses into his forehead, hoping with every single touch he could feel how much you missed him.

Two months had passed since then, Sam getting ready to head out on the road again. A small break to let the boys regroup before going back out there seemed like such a tease. With hesitant arms, you let him go. You never liked saying goodbye. You never did the airport goodbye, either. If you were going to cry (which you normally did), you were going to do it at home where nobody would see you.

Sam would be gone for three whole days when you take the first pregnancy test. Your heart is both simultaneously in your ass and in your throat at the same time. It’s face down, a hand over your mouth as you impatiently wait for the longest five minutes of your life to pass. You FaceTime Mackenzi in the meantime, wanting someone to be on the phone with you when you found out.

As soon as you flipped that little stick over, you put your head in your hands and cried. Little to your knowledge, Mackenzi was screen recording your FaceTime call, getting every moment of your reaction. Once you had stopped crying your tears of joy, you realized you had to tell Sam. He was coming home in a couple of weeks, so nothing was stopping you from telling him then.

Within the meantime, you went to the doctor’s, making sure you were actually pregnant. They did bloodwork to confirm and helped schedule the first ultrasound appointment with you. You scheduled it for the third day of Sam being home.

When he finally did come home, you had his favorite meal prepped. Wine filled his glass, but not yours. That was the first sign to Sam that something was happening. The two of you ate, talked about the small tour they went on, and even discussed the work you had done while waiting for him. You push your chair out as you stand and grab something from the kitchen. Hiding in your hands behind your back, you sit on Sam’s lap. “What do ya got there?”

“I’m pregnant, Sammy.” He looks up at you, eyes blank.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Nope.” You handed him the four positive pregnancy tests you had taken as well as the printed confirmation from the doctor’s office. He looked between everything you had presented him with. His eyes flickered back up to yours, tears brimming his eyes. “We’re gonna have a baby, Sammy.”

“We’re gonna have a baby... We’re gonna have a baby and I’m going to be a dad. I’m going to be a dad! Holy shit I’m going to be a dad.”

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