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imaginedreamwrite · 10 months

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Entirely Unconventional

Part 5: A loss of sanity

48 hours since you had seen Em and her husband.

48 hours since you had gotten her number from your student nurse, and only now were you texting her. You had hesitated to reach out to her after she had left her number for you, making excuses for why you couldn’t be willing to talk that had all fallen flat.

You were off for three days before you would return to work for four nights, and during the that time since you’d left work, you’d been plagued by those same invading symptoms that rattled you.

48 hours since you had seen them. Ghost and König.

48 hours since you had left the hospital, and it felt like there was a bug burrowing its way into your head, slowly eating away at your brain tissue to create a path somewhere in your mind.

You tried to ignore it, the radio static that was driving you mental. You tried to forget the phantom pain of…something affecting you mentally. And then you started to place blame on whatever you could to rationalize why this was happening.

It was because you were tired, overwhelmed, and stressed. It was your body’s way of telling you that you needed to unwind and settle yourself.

You were feeling this way due to guilt of ignoring someone who, despite the years and the lack of keeping in contact, was your best friend. You thought that maybe if you had called her, texted her, the guilt wouldn’t get to you.

You loved Emilia, she was your best friend. Not only that, but you loved the time you spent together in your dorm room, both of you spending hours late studying. You missed skipping class occasionally to go get coffee after a late night out drinking, you missed having long conversations about everything and nothing.

She was your best friend; she was your sister, even though she wasn’t blood related.

One of your biggest regrets was not keeping an open line of communication after you both graduated, and she had moved to Scotland. You wished you would’ve taken time to continue talking to her, to try to keep your friendship alive.

Her family lived a few miles out of the village, on a piece of land they’d had for decades, however Emilia didn’t go to high-school with you.

Instead of going public, she had gone to the only catholic school in the small county, a favour to her parents who wanted her to avoid being influenced by the rowdy public school kids. If only her parents had known that Catholic school was almost worse than public.

When you went to university, you were assigned to the same dorm, recognizing each other from around town way back home in your small state. The two of you became fast friends, bonding quickly and becoming each other's much needed sisters. The two of you had spent four years becoming each other's rock and confidante, promising to be as thick as thieves for the rest of your life.

When you had both turned 21, in your third year of nursing school, she had convinced you to pay for the test that was offered when you became of age. It was a test to determine, or predict with incredible accuracy, your soulmate or how many soulmates you could potentially have.

And in even rarer cases, lacking a soulmate entirely. It was enough to make you anxious, a pit in your stomach at the very idea of fate being that cruel.

If you had gotten the test, paid for it and received the results, would you ultimately be satisfied with potentially not having a soulmate?

And having free rein over your future? Or would you be burdened by disappointment and inadequacy at having no one?

You were hesitant when she first suggested paying for the test. You didn’t understand the schematics of how they had predicted, and determined to a certain accuracy, what you could expect.

In the end, she convinced you and you both paid for the test, completing any requirements, physically, mentally and emotionally, to get a glimpse into your future.

And when the results had come back nearly a month and a half later, you were riddled with anxiety again. The envelopes were thick and heavy, information about the results and what they could best estimate was shoved inside with a girth that nearly broke the envelope entirely.

“This is it!” She had been so excited, so eager to rip open the envelope once it arrived. She hadn’t hesitated for a moment, not a single damn moment, as she tore it open and began reading. Overzealous and impatient, she had read it out loud to you with increasing excitement that would’ve been contagious if you hadn’t felt like you were on the verge of being sick.

“Open yours! Come on!” She pleaded with you from her side of the dorm room, her results and all the other information given to her already tucked away. “I wanna know!”

You had sat down on your bed with hesitancy, your fingers losing grip of the envelope’s perforated edge. Once you managed to grab hold, you ripped it open and cautiously reached your hand in.

You were treating the envelope and its contents like they were a dangerous animal that could’ve struck you violently, instead of the lifeless, inanimate objects they were.

Your hands shook as you held the cover letter of your results, the information coming to you as fast as your brain could process it. It took a hell of a long minute for you to re-read the letter, and another to process what it said. You had been quiet, reserved, while Em seemed to be champing at the bit to hear what news you’d gotten.

“Two,” you spoke breathlessly, your hands that were holding that damned letter were shaking as you continued to read to her, “two soulmates with an accurate measure of 95%.”

“Two! Y/N, that’s incredible!” She was happy for you, constantly upbeat and hopeful for the future had allotted her with a direct and powerful sunshiny personality. “I am so happy for you!”

Your stomach had flipped, anxiously acknowledging what was likely an inescapable reality. The initial reaction you’d had was to keel over and vomit as your body was flooded with overwhelming emotions that rattled you.

The results were neither what you had anticipated, nor what you thought fate should have in store for you. You knew you would be regarded by some people as incredibly lucky to have two people to look forward to meeting, and hopelessly damned by others.

“95% chance of having two soulmates,” you exhaled sharply, taking a moment to gather your nerves before you felt like you could breathe properly, “a 5% chance that they’re wrong.”

You still hadn’t understood the process behind the tests, the process that could accurately predict a portion of your future love life with only a five percent inaccuracy.

It was in your last year of school, a few months before graduation, that Em had met her future husband. She had been visiting distant relatives in Texas for some kind of reunion and through sneaking out to go drinking one night, she had met him. She was sparse with some details, and you couldn’t blame her, though you had heard a few things about him.

They met at the bar in Texas that she had snuck out to, surrounded by a few friends who were equally imposing. Her soulmate had spotted her from across the bar, so captivated by Em and her light that he’d ended up spilling his draft on himself.

She said it felt like love at first sight, like puzzle pieces had just fallen together. And when she returned she had gotten her signifying soulmate mark, a compass that appeared on her right arm leading her to her other half.

You were envious when she told you, despite your earlier objections. The way she had talked about meeting him, it made you hopeful for your experience.

After graduation, she moved to Scotland where her soulmate, and future husband, had been born and raised. She got a good job, a really well paying job, and you had finished your nursing course.

The two of you had grown apart as she was focused on her life, and you’d returned to your small town, diving right into work at the county hospital.

Four years have passed.

Four years without ever meeting your soulmates or having any possible idea where they could have been. You waited, remaining hopeful for the first two years, that like Em, you would have that same opportunity to meet them. That hopefulness had faded, never completely leaving you, but giving you speculation about the whole idea.

A text, simple and straightforward, had been the first you sent. The message wasn’t necessarily overly friendly, but rather it was cordial and respectful. You found it hard enough to type the words out on your phone’s keyboard and send it, despite spending four years living together and growing a relationship that made you feel like sisters.

I took care of the chart and the medication. Have you heard how he’s doing?

In return, Emilia had sent you a text that was much warmer than the one she sent you. Her bubbly personality shone through the message with exclamation points and emojis that visually conveyed her happiness to hear from you. One message was all it took to know that she hadn’t really changed since college, she was still as happy and kind-hearted as she had always been,

And it was another reminder that she and her husband Johnny were really, truly compatible.

Hey, missed hearing from you! Can’t believe it’s been four years since we last saw each other! Johnny’s fine, and he’s back off to work! Could I call you? I have something I’d like to talk to you about.

Yeah, I got time

It took less than you expected for her name to flash on your screen, with the option to accept the video message or deny it by pressing the red phone button on the far-right hand on your screen. You had negated your instincts to cut the call short before it had a chance to begin, instead you’d allowed the call to come through.

As the call had been accepted, and it was connected, Emilia’s face had appeared front and centre with a smaller portion of the screen dedicated to you, set in the top-right corner.

There were few details you could see through the call, a fresh bouquet of flowers on the table with a note attached to the glass, and a stack of binders to the left of the flowers like pertaining to her work.

“It’s so sunny there, I bet it’s warm. It’s raining here.” Emilia had shifted her phone or tablet, whatever she was using, to give you a look at the kitchen window and the weather outside. You could see the soft and small raindrops rolling down the window, almost peacefully and cozily, adding to the atmosphere of her home.

“It’s been really nice, actually.” On your days off, and the remaining hours you had before you went back to work, had been spent keeping your mind busy and off the symptoms that were constantly affecting you. “What did you want to talk about?”

You didn’t skirt around her, or the insistence on talking to you through a video call rather than through texting or a phone call. You wanted to know what she had to say and why she wanted to see you, to look at you. And through the screen you could see it, a look in her eyes and the flash of something unseen on her face.

“You know how I asked if you had found your soulmates?” She was easy to read, that was another thing about her that never changed.

It seemed she always had a lack of a poker face, and even in the hospital room when she’d given you that story, you swore she was lying. It was a sense you had about her, though you never questioned her.

“I still haven’t.” You spoke bluntly, your attention directed toward the background behind her, and that framed picture of her husband and her.

The picture wasn’t of their wedding day, it had been inherently significant at all. She was sitting on his lap somewhere outside with her arm around his shoulders and one leg crossed over the other. She was beaming at the camera, her free hand holding a beer for herself or him, but the way he was looking at her was otherworldly.

Johnny was looking at Emilia as if she were the very reason he was alive, as if she was his whole damn world. He was looking at her with such inescapable love that it almost gave you butterflies.

“Listen…when you find your soulmate you learn to recognize the signs of…you know, and when you were helping Johnny, I think…” You didn’t need her to say it, you knew what she was implying.

You knew what she was trying to say.

“And they’re already…well, I should have told you earlier, and I’m genuinely sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you, but… Simon & Konig, and you now…” The way she spoke had reintroduced a kind of pit in your stomach, the sense of some kind of upending weight upon you.

It was the same feeling you’d gotten in the hospital room, the same heaviness in your chest that made you wonder if you were sick, or losing your mind.

And then the feeling of whatever hellish bug was crawling through your mind had given way. It was instantaneous. The flood, of whatever crazed symptoms had hit you, came in which such potency and power that you drew yourself back into the chair you were sitting on with a sharp hiss.

Sound, voices, echo loudly in your head over and over again.

None were in English, none had been anything you could understand. It was all foreign to you, it was aggressive and deafening, the sudden shouts in anger were too much. It was too hard for you to control your bodily autonomy, and in a moment you felt everything you’d eaten come back up, acid stinging your throat.

Dieser verdammte wichser! Das war mein! Mein Ziel! Ich werde ihn jagen, seine Eingeweide herausreißen und ihn mit ihnen hängen! Er ist fertig! Ich mache es kaputt!

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Em’s worry echoed through the screen, you heard it, and you’d barely gotten a quick goodbye out before you ended the call.

You pushed the phone off the side table it was sitting on, and pulled yourself off the chair to the floor. You were dizzy, rattled and completely vulnerable to this torture afflicting you.

You were too focused on the hell that was going on in your head, and the molten fire that was burning you from the inside out. Heat coursed through your veins, it felt like your blood was about to boil inside your body.

Over and over, you heard yelling in what you thought was German, with enough force and intensity that it could have shattered your eardrums if you hadn’t heard it in your head.

“Fuck! Fuck!” You cursed and turned your head, vomiting again from the intrusion and the thundering screaming in your mind.

Over and over, endlessly, you were being held captive by something, by someone. A plague, an unseen demon, was taking your mind hostage and filling it endlessly with things you didn’t understand.

Whether minutes, hours or half the day had passed, it hadn’t mattered. When there was silence in your head again, you didn’t feel alone; you knew you weren’t alone. You could feel it, feel someone on the edge of your mind.

Ich wusste nicht, dass du da bist. Scheiße, ich wusste nicht, dass du mich hören kannst

Your body was weak, completely ripped of any energy you had. Your whole body was trembling, afflicted by a sudden and powerful fever that made you delusional.

You had truly lost your mind, you had completely lost all sanity.

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bihansthot · 15 days

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I was reading your modern AU with bi han being a triad and getting so much money that he's fully able to support kuai through school and also their mommy! I was thinking how about bi han being embarrassing and picking up kuai from college (open campus!) and while Kuai studies and asks bi han to wait outside, bi han finds (reader) and they go "study" somewhere private 🤗🫣🤭 Kuai Liang is tired of his slutty brother and forced bi han to stay away from school cause everyone now knows bi han fucks like crazy akdjfjf

My Bi-Han will forever and always be a grade A fuckboi and I will not accept criticism about it so I love this idea! I really enjoy the triad!au and would love to explore it more in the future and who knows maybe if my passion to write ever comes back I just might do that! In the meantime I would love to invite others to expand on it if they’re so inclined. If you don’t know what we’re talking about you can read about it here! Please note it’s old and long before MK1 so the Kuai Liang x Tomas shipping is MK9-MK11 Tundra x Smoke and is in NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM INCEST. Just want to clarify that so no one gets the wrong idea about it. :)

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #kuai liang #modern!au #triad!au #shameless self promotion #au #sol answers #bi han x reader #bi han x you #sub zero x reader #sub zero x you

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roweidens · 9 months

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Как у триадных обстоят дела с бильярдом?~

Потому что это область, в которой могут быть хороши все трое.

Эйден - и его пространственное мышление, и точный глазомер. Как только он поймёт, как сопоставлять это с силой удара, станет сложным соперником.

Хуан, вероятно, умеет играть в очень "профессиональной" манере, с точным подсчётом, красивыми позами и демонстрациями собственного мастерства. Иногда - откровенными провокациями, и не только в смысле бильярда.

Роу, напротив, привык играть по любительским правилам, зато в состоянии любого подпития, и, с его силой ударов, шар успевает облететь весь стол. В худшем случае - вылетает за бортик.

#modern au #game of billiards #billiards #dying light 2 #dying light 2 stay human #dl2 #aiden caldwell #lieutenant rowe #juan rainer #fanfiction #dying light aiden #dying light rowe #dying light juan #aiden caldwell x rowe x juan rainer #triad

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coronerandundersheriff · 1 year

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A new chapter of "Afterlife"

Changes have advantages AND disadvantages…

"Greetings and all my love, Dorian. See you then."

David ended the call and grinned over at Cassandra and Chris, who were also smiling.

It was a beautiful, mild Sunday morning and up here in the penthouse it was quiet and comfortable.

"I hope you don't mind too much, but my cousin is visiting soon and may be staying a few days." Trevelyan opined, taking a sip of orange juice.

"Always the man speaks in riddles, Chris. I'm telling you, he's a walking mystery... hahahaha" The pretty woman giggled and winked.

"You do have some relatives around the globe, most of whom we only know by hearsay. Do we get to know the name too?" Cassandra asked, amused.

David loved to see her laugh. His beloved friend was doing so much better, and the nightly sleeping problem with cuddly bear Chris had also been wonderfully solved, as no one was disturbed by their nightly arrangement in David's bedroom.

Although he had told his therapist he wanted to ask Cassandra to marry him as soon as possible, David had not yet found the courage. But perhaps now was the time!

Eric Trevelyan was a quiet but active man. He had founded a small company. They helped people to help themselves. Eric was mostly on the road and you didn't really know where his actual residence was, because he was just often everywhere and nowhere. So he had announced on short notice that he would like to stop by while he was passing through.

David was happy, he had not seen his cousin for ages. If he thought about it correctly... yes, the last time was at his mother's funeral....

His cousin was a little younger than himself, about Cassandra's age, so they would definitely get along great, they had met briefly back then, though the occasion wasn't the nicest.

Cassandra smelled so good this morning.

She was a beautiful and lovely person, she was smart, fair, romantic, well-read, a swell mom, a top cop... and of course a woman.

David wondered if he should just "give her a try"? Would she even want to sleep with him? If not, the second question would probably be answered as well... or maybe not... David would marry her anyway, even if he didn't get intimate with her.

It was hard, so damn hard. They had been close friends for so many years, she had always accepted him for who he was: moody, gay, secretive, drunk... he always remained her buddy David. But still, they had never talked about sex. He'd never asked about Chris' father, and she'd never asked about all the guys he'd slept with. And Dorian? They talked about him often, but their secret love affair was never an issue. David never brought it up again and Cassandra didn't ask.

So, should he ask her to marry him first or to have sex with him?

David chuckled out of embarrassment and shook his head.

"A million dollars, which of course I don't have, for your thoughts, Trevelyan. Hehehe..." Grinned Pentaghast.

David blushed, "Better not, pahaha!"

"Men! You can't with them and you can't without them! Haha...!"

Cassandra was such a trooper. David loved her more than anything. But would that be enough? Would that be enough for her? Would that be enough for HIM? Sleeping next to her and Chris didn't bother him. But sometimes there was a feeling, a desire... he didn't want to think about it.

And how might Cassandra feel about it?

"Cass, darling? What is your type of man, anyway? I know I asked you that question eons ago and we found out then, we have the same tastes...I know I know...but...preferences change sometimes. Life shapes you, doesn't it?" David burst out. He didn't know how he felt about bringing up such a topic at breakfast.

Cassandra looked openly into his purple-blue eyes and studied him for quite a while without answering.

Uh-oh!

Chris squealed happily in his chair and ate his cereal. Cassandra was still gazing silently into Trevelyan's face.

Suddenly she broke the silence, "Hmm... good question, indeed! Men. Me and men. Tall, short, blonde, brunette, stupid, smart, thin, fat..." Cassandra started to laugh.

"I'm serious, Cass." David asked meekly.

"I haven't been in love much in my life. But when I have been, it hasn't worked out every time. That's all I'll say about that."

Trevelyan nodded in agreement but remained silent. He understood that it was as difficult for her to talk about this subject as it was for him.

So it would remain difficult to ask her to marry him....

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"Super cool to see you again Cassandra. David told me a lot of information about you. I guess I know more than you'd like, a bummer to have a cop for a buddy?! Hahaha, I'm just kidding."

Eric had shown up after breakfast, or rather, it was just before noon. He had just come from Thailand and had umpteen bags with him, but everything was quickly stowed in the guest room.

David was cooking so he let Cass, Chris and Eric have fun together. With one ear he listened to the conversation.

"I know a few things about you too, don't forget I'm a deputy as well and of course I am a mom - Exhibit A is sitting over there in the corner, playing!" Triumphantly, Cassandra looked proudly in her son's direction.

"Kids are wonderful. I haven't managed to settle down enough to procreate. Women don't go for globetrotters. Maybe it's the Trevelyan gene though? Hahaha..."

Eric laughed heartily, then glanced briefly over at his cousin at the stove.

"I see. And I guess it's true, you Trevelyan's are tough nuts. You're hard to get a hold of. Pretty but nimble as fish in water, but whoever catches you won't let you go again! Hihihihi!" Pentaghast's voice was like velvet, heavy and soft at the same time.

Had David heard correctly? "...pretty" and "...won't let go"???

Oh well, Cassandra was surely in a good mood and just charming as ever!

"Oh thank you! Nobody has called me pretty for a long time. I can only return that compliment!"

Eric was such a charmer!

David had to grin. He was so glad that Cassandra and Eric hit it off right away. It was so darn good to have people around. To see smiling, friendly faces.

David couldn't help but think of Dorian and how they still kept in touch. Dorian had a few days off and had gone to a ski lodge with colleagues and as always, the first or last calls applied to him. David knew their friendship would last for the rest of their lives. What more does a person need?

Had David possibly finally come to terms with it, or was he about to accept that Dorian would never return?

David had given Dorian a small package as a farewell present, with the request to open it only if he definitely wanted to come back. Dorian apparently had not opened it, or rather, had never felt the urge to return to him. Which answered quite a lot of questions and dashed hopes. It had been ages since they had seen each other, Dorian had been so busy with his PhD and this project. But he had done it, he had his title, a solid secure place where he could thrive and grow, he had decoded the human genome with his team, he had accomplished just about all of life's goals. What did he need now Texas and the old noses from his past?

Dorian had told David there was a young doctor on the team, a real bright guy, charming and good-looking. Dorian didn't sound enamored, but intrigued when he spoke of this colleague. David always listened silently and revelling when Dorian told.

Suddenly David shook, somehow his chest tightened.

Blood rushed to his head, rushing in his ears.

Wait a minute wait a minute!!!

What did he really want now?

David wanted to be happy in life, his best years were spent with....

David wanted to start a family and he had already proposed to one person, namely....

David wanted to live lustfully again and become sensual, he dreamed almost daily of...

Like a flash of lightning, it hissed behind his eyes.

He dropped the wooden spoon and then everything went black....

(OC Eric Trevelyan by @pookydraws )

#dragon age inquisition #modern au #afterlife #triad #cassandra pentaghast #chris pentaghast #eric trevelyan #dorian pavus #david trevelyan #pavelyan #my writings #pookydraws

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simblr-dorian-and-co · 1 year

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A tiny one-shot...

"Take the time to be happy"

Enjoyment and silence.

The smell of fresh pancakes and maple syrup throughout the cottage.

Two faces, wrinkles around the eyes, smiles around the lips.

"I love you." Pavus said.

Trevelyan grinned widely.

"It's so beautiful and incredibly easy to say. What was wrong with me? How have you put up with me all these years?" Dorian continued.

David reached across the table and placed his hand on Dorian's.

"You always said it, non-verbally. I saw the three words in your eyes. In the way you spoke to me on the phone. When we made love, every second was filled with your love. I never doubted it, never ever!"

David's face shone, there was a glow in his eyes, purer and more beautiful than a sunset on a perfect summer day.

"Love me, David! If you still want me...of course."

It was not yet dark outside, but inside David's bedroom was brightly lit.

Two people were lying closely entwined on the neat double bed.

They were kissing wildly and passionately. Dorian tasted dreamlike. David was out of his mind. Even if all this was just a dream, David would savor it until he awoke.

And then zippers and buttons were pulled, clothes flew carelessly in a high arc beside the bed. Both moaned greedily in ecstasy.

"You are so beautiful, Dori, my heart." Growled David as he set to work on Dorian's privates and began kissing, kneading and licking them.

Dorian cried out briefly as David "inhaled" him to the hilt.

Feelings like they had then returned. Infatuation, desire, lust.

Dorian felt young and free. He gasped and pressed his lover's head deep between his thighs with both hands.

"Oh God, David, I love you, I need you. More, David, more!" Chuckled Pavus.

David came up to him and kissed him, his breath hot and smelling of lust and passion.

"I don't have anything on me...Dori...oh heavens, no condoms and no lube...crap..." Moaned Trevelyan as he let his tongue dance deep inside Dorian's mouth.

Dorian started giggling with his mouth full.

David broke away from him and looked at him, panting and questioning.

"Never mind, we'll figure it out." Pavus opined.

With those words, he pulled his lover back to him.

A little later, David sat sweating on the man of his wildest dreams and rode him with fervor. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his body glistened in the glow of the lamps. Dorian below him gazed into his face. His silver-gray eyes shone, a glow full of splendor and hope, honor and love, desire and ecstasy. Dorian's heart raced, he felt David's every movement and it just felt right. Sex had always been fun and recreational for him, but making love to Trevelyan had always been more for Dorian. He had never experienced this kind of satisfaction anywhere else. Each climax was not only felt physically, he felt each orgasm in his soul. Dorian screamed David's name to the world, wanting everyone to hear.

And Trevelyan leaned down to him, kissed him gently and whispered, "I'll never let you go!"

This was too much for both of them.

They came at the same time and it was like the world was ending!

Flashes of light in front of the eyes, that pleasurable feeling below the belt and the magnificent strong contractions... It was heaven on earth.

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"David... come with me to Canada! You can take pictures and I can keep researching. We can find a nice cottage for you."

They lay side by side in a sweat, caressing each other lovingly.

"I would only irritate you, darling. I'd keep you from working all the time. You'd be dog-tired day in and day out, and probably often you wouldn't be able to sit down for days..."

They both began to laugh heartily.

After a while Trevelyan said, "You know I will never come between you and your work. I would never ask you to choose."

Dorian's look became sad.

Again they were both silent for a while.

Then the man with the cheeky mustache began to speak, "You gave me this package, didn't you? Tell me what's inside, honey."

"Nope! This you'll have to find out for yourself!"

David jumped out of bed like a lad and continued, "And now it's off to the shower. I need more... hurry up, please..."

And David scurried into the bathroom with his member already erect.

Dorian couldn't help but follow his beloved.

They didn't even make it into the shower. Dorian took David in front of the sink. They meanwhile looked into each other's eyes in the mirror, utter rapture and pure lust in their gazes. Despite the fact that Trevelyan was no longer young, he could take so much. His deep moans, which were more like humming, only turned Pavus on more. Dorian left bite marks on his beloved's pale skin, nothing could separate them...

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They lay in the tub filled with hot water and lavender scent rose.

"You are a dream, Dori! You make me so happy!" Trevelyan was glaring at his counterpart, big purple-eyes glittering in the light of the pleasantly lit bathroom.

"Old charmer! You've just earned me fair and square and..." Dorian broke off in mid-sentence.

David waited, wanting to give his sweetheart time to find suitable words or possibly start over.

But nothing came. Dorian looked into the tub and played with the foam in front of him.

It was quiet and they both enjoyed the warm water, after all the hard work of the last minutes.

However, David wanted to know if Dorian was really satisfied and okay.

"Sweetie? Can I ask you something?"

A broad and warm smile appeared on the striking face of the slightly older man.

"Of course. Anything!"

"What did you mean earlier, Dori?"

Shoulder shrugged in lieu of a reply.

"What else do I earn? An Oscar? A high five? What, darling?"

David's voice was so deliciously dark and deep, Dorian got goosebumps thinking how much he had missed that timbre, because on the phone everyone sounded kind of completely sterile and surreal after all.

"Mmmmmmh...you're getting goosebumps. How sweet! Hihihihi..." Chuckled Trevelyan.

Dorian patted the water with the flat of his hand that it just splashed.

"Naughty boy!"

And a little water fight began.

They laughed and were silly and boisterous like little children on a hot afternoon at the lake.

When they had calmed down and were out of breath, Dorian looked deeply and lovingly into the kind eyes of his beloved.

"You deserve to be happy, you're a nice person."

David laughed, "Amen!"

"I mean it!"

"Dorian, you alone are the reason I am happy. All I need in the world is YOU! I'm neither a do-gooder nor modest, but I need nothing more than you. Life can be that simple. Funny, isn't it?"

When David became so serious and tender, Dorian always felt quite different.

He lacked nothing in early childhood except trust and unconditional affection. Later, too, he had everything one could dream of, and yet he lacked this selfless affection for which he longed so much. And now there was this hairy guy sitting across from him in the tub, making him wishfully happy.

Wishfully happy?!

WOW!

Dorian had some kind of revelation!

Just at that moment, Pavus made a life-changing decision....

"Oh God, deeper, my darling, yeah deeper! Damn... this is... oh God...!"

Dorian saw stars.

Although David was mostly the passive one in bed, he could dish it out like a champ!

Irresistibly deep yet soft thrusts sent Dorian into surges of the wildest flushes after only seconds. He moaned with pleasure and breathed irregularly, everything in him wanted more and more and more. And Trevelyan gave everything! He could literally go on forever - give and take, no idea how he could control and restrain himself like that.

"How close are you, darling?" Groaned the man with the stubble beard.

Pavus bit his lips. A little too hard, he was starting to bleed, but that little anal climax just now came as a surprise and bubbled up inside him like champagne.

"You okay, hon?" Sweat dripped from David's forehead. He continued to thrust, but tenderly wiped the slight stream of blood from the corner of Dorian's mouth.

"I'm...oh heavens...I've...oh more...I'm coming all the time...I'm losing...oh God...the ver...nnnngh...."

Dorian panted and writhed under David's rhythmic movements.

"I'll wait for you..."

David leaned toward Dorian, licked away the last drops of blood, and then kissed him.

Trevelyan was unaware of how comfortable it was with him. He always thought he wasn't good enough. Not for one-night stands, quickies in restrooms, especially not for Dorian. But he was a good lover, a tender man, a powerhouse. He hadn't lost any of his stamina over the years.

"Give me the rest, darling, please....David, please..." Dorian pleaded, his member crimson red, twitching bolt upright, begging for release.

And David stopped, scrambling from his kneeling position over to Dorian's side, and then his tongue and mouth helped his lover see the light.

Dorian moaned and gasped and repeated David's name like a mantra until it finally overcame him.

David was so pleased and equally happy that he didn't even pay attention to his own climax. He enjoyed the sight of his writhing lover, his heart ablaze.

"You are the most beautiful thing on earth and in the universe. I love you, Dorian Pavus." With these words, David lay down very close to Dorian and rested his sweaty head on Dorian's chest, which was covered with beads of sweat.

"I love you too, David." Dorian gently stroked the cheek of the man for whom he would soon give up everything...

#dragon age inquisition #the sims 4 #modern au #one shot #triad #afterlife #my writings #dorian pavus #david trevelyan #pavelyan #my precious boys #Davidorian #my screenshots edited

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yuniemaki · 1 year

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series: genshin impact pairing: beidou x ningguang rating: M genre: mafia au, slowburn, childhood friends to enemies to lovers read on ao3 // masterlist

chapter nine: the right thing

Who determines what life is worth saving? Who has that right?

An ancient two-storey building, boasting the slanted tiled roofs that were popular in Liyue Harbour’s early days, stands proudly on the outskirts of the trade capital’s grand entrance. Its aged wooden beams are lovingly preserved; one or two couples and families dine in the quiet atmosphere of its alfresco section, overlooking the natural phenomenon that is Luhua Pool.

The Emerald Maple Inn is a historical site, the Zhu family having faithfully run it since their ancestors built the restaurant by hand. It is known for its beautiful alfresco dining — and the privacy of their dining room on the second floor of the building. This, combined with its relative seclusion on the outskirts of Liyue Harbour, makes it a hot meeting point for under-the-table agreements. It’s so obvious, in fact, that Beidou would have never thought about checking this restaurant for Qixing activity.

Of course Ningguang would choose to deal in the most direct of places, while she has the authorities’ attention fully focused on a private jet requesting permission to land tonight.

Beidou parks a good distance away, dimming the lights of her car. She checks her gun — it’s loaded — and taps on the communicator in her ear. “Status?”

“Some good tea here,” Xinyan replies. Beidou takes a pair of binoculars from her car drawer, spying on the restaurant until she spots the cop masquerading as an alfresco diner enjoying a pot of tea.

“Kazuha?”

“Ready. She’s upstairs, as well.”

Keqing. Beidou gets out of her car, slamming the door shut, and makes her way to the Emerald Maple Inn. The Crux Squad will lie in wait until their spy gives them the go-ahead; they’ll bust in and — barring unforeseen circumstances — catch Ningguang red-handed. Criminal mastermind or no, it’ll be enough to land her in jail, and that would buy them enough time to build their case.

“Alright.” Beidou takes her position at the back of the restaurant, listening closely to the open line. The conversation on Keqing’s side is far too quiet and muffled for her to make out anything, but she can hear the incessant drumming of the Yuheng’s fingers on the windowsill. It pauses and begins rhythmically tapping. Ta-tap. Tap–tap.

She holds her breath.

It can’t be this simple, Beidou thinks, as she listens to Keqing’s clear tapping. It spells gibberish in Morse code to discard suspicion. The police captain waits, patient and unmoving. She hears a rustle ripple through the communicator. “Don’t move,” she mutters to Kazuha, “Not yet.”

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aria0fgold · 1 month

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English is failing me today yall, I forgot the word squishy. I blame this all to mhyk's new au event.

#aria rants #also can i just say how good it is so far bout how theres 3 factions being shown for it #and how each character's outfit style (+colour) reflects that. we got the yakuza #with a yellow kimono (cain is part of this faction) the mafia with extravagant modern clothing accented in blue #(so crazy to think that arthur is part of this one. hes separated from cain) and the triad which is #what a ''mafia-like'' organization is called in china. here we have red colours (owen is in this group)#organized crime au by coly with a possibility of villain cain

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gravitywonagain · 18 days

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Ch. 21 of Words are Gonna Bleed from Me is up!

“Aren’t you supposed to be at a funeral?” Wei Wuxian asks. The LanlingJin soldier holding his right arm smacks him for it, but not before he catches what looks like fear flashing in Meng Yao’s eyes. Meng Yao turns to someone and snaps, “Why is he still allowed to speak?” Fuck. ~Or: The trap snaps shut, catching far more than Wei Wuxian is prepared to lose.

#wangxian #the untamed #mdzs #cql #fanfiction #modern triad au #wagbfm #my writing #be warned of the cliffhanger!!

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honeykngdom · 3 months

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‎‧₊˚✧ naruto | masterlist ✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧ completed ✧˚₊‧

the caretaker : ̗̀➛ pairing: iruka umino x fem!reader : ̗̀➛ synopsis: It's a particularly rainy that Sunday morning. You have places to be, and the rain certainly wasn't going to stop you - a pothole in the road might, however. How embarrassing, now you're late and wet. Oh, God, please tell me you didn't see that? : ̗̀➛ content warnings: set early in shippuden. fluff & comfort. reader sustains a minor ankle injury. mentions of otc painkillers. minor suggestive themes. : ̗̀➛ read here

sentimental values : ̗̀➛ pairing: iruka umino x fem!reader : ̗̀➛ synopsis: Iruka hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the young Sarutobi woman he spent Halloween with; he’s completely enamoured with you. How had he never noticed you like this before? Here’s the catch: Konohamaru doesn’t appear too happy with the budding relationship between you and the Academy instructor - a continuation of the caretaker. : ̗̀➛ content warnings: set in early shippuden. fluff. mentions of prior injury. suggestive themes. : ̗̀➛ read here

triad effect : ̗̀➛ pairing: yamato tenzo x fem!reader & kakashi hatake : ̗̀➛ synopsis: Excuse me boyfriend’s best friend, I need you to come underwear shopping and tell me which set he’d find hottest as a gift. Oh, can you also explain what the hell this contraption you’ve put me in is? Wait, what are you doing in here … stop, we shouldn’t do this … alright. Maybe just this once. : ̗̀➛ content warnings: modern au. valentines series. 18+ only. explicit sexual themes. threesome. cheating (never fear, it works out for reader in the end), cunnalingus, public orgasm, voyuerism, consensual recording, multiple creampies, sexting, dry humping. : ̗̀➛ part one : ̗̀➛ part two : ̗̀➛ part three

current naruto works in progress can be found under the cut!

‧₊˚✧ in progress ✧˚₊‧

kill of the night. : ̗̀➛ pairing: kiba inuzuka x fem!reader : ̗̀➛ content warnings: 18+ only. dark and explicit sexual themes. a/b/o au. mentions of blood. fingering. oral sex (f receiving). unprotected vaginal penetration. marking/scenting. mating press. breeding. creampie. where kiba fights his natural instincts to devour you & breeds you instead.

lean on me. : ̗̀➛ pairing: iruka umino x fem!reader : ̗̀➛ content warnings: 18+ only. explicit sexual themes. mentions of canon character death. angst & comfort. dealing with grief & mourning. - fourth instalment of the caretaker.

just working on my fitness. : ̗̀➛ pairing: fem!reader x might gai / rock lee / shikamaru nara / kiba inuzuka : ̗̀➛ content warnings: suggestive themes. modern au. headcanon series regarding the type of gym-bro the characters are & how they would react to a muscle mommy in the gym.

#naruto fanfiction #naruto masterlist #kakashi hatake #iruka umino #kiba inuzuka #shikamaru nara #might gai #rock lee #naruto #kakashi x reader #iruka x reader #kiba x reader #shikamaru x reader #rock lee x reader #might guy x reader #kakashi hatake smut #iruka umino smut #kiba inuzuka smut #masterlist

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mtkay13 · 1 year

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My own version of that meme by Bichen! :

Set in the "Sniper ZZS" verse that we've been toying with lately. Something something, ex-militia member ZZS (spy, sniper, etc etc) and triad member WKX. I wanted to have fun and make a movie-poster like illustration rather than strictly reproducing the meme format. Allow myself to fantasise about a stylish modern au TYK adaptation, haha. It was an interesting exercise when it comes to graphic style and especially working on the hierarchy and directions of the elements to make a compelling reading of the image. The colour blocking was also very fun to work on. Here are some additional sketches of sniper!ZZS (precanon, imagine TC!era):

#tian ya ke #zhou zishu #wen kexing #tyk #wenzhou #zzs #wkx #design #meme

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jade-of-mourning · 4 months

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Here is an unwarranted post on some (mostly) Mako fics that I’ve really enjoyed if anyone is mildly interested:

Gen

No Church In The Wild [https://archiveofourown.org/works/458765] - Mako & Bolin, pre-canon; on being young while living on the streets

Separation [https://archiveofourown.org/works/25229557] - Mako & Bolin, shortly pre-canon; the aftermath of a targeted attack from the Triads

burned, about to burn, still on fire [https://archiveofourown.org/works/29173200] - Mako-centric, canon-compliant post-season 3; reflective introspection in a world that doesn't stop

he’ll never keep diaries [https://archiveofourown.org/works/4451897] - Mako-centric, post-canon; thoughts on Naoki

Dirty Fire [https://archiveofourown.org/works/35241340] - Mako-centric, spanning pre-canon through post-canon; on firebending and family

Midnight Confessional [https://archiveofourown.org/works/2229444] - Krew, canon-compliant; a game of never have I ever, with accidental feelings

(Growth) [https://www.tumblr.com/ourimpavidheroine/134586165521/mako-appreciation-week-day-six-growth] - Mako & Lin Beifong, canon-compliant; on presentation and perception

A Bearable Bruise on Your Conscience [https://archiveofourown.org/works/26101444/] - Mako & Bolin; living in the pro-bending arena

brightly beating heart [https://steinbecks.tumblr.com/post/119345939589/at-the-end-of-the-alley / https://steinbecks.tumblr.com/post/123179915684/brightly-beating-heart], Mako-centric, between season 3/4, incomplete; the mirage of a life he'd like to live

Sacrifices [https://archiveofourown.org/works/12385137] - Mako & Bolin, pre-canon; on coming from earth and fire

One Foot on the Ground [https://m.fanfiction.net/s/7998132/1/One-Foot-on-the-Ground] - The Fire Ferrets, canon-compliant; learning to build trust at the very start

a dandelion wish [https://www.tumblr.com/moonlightingfic/158981838482/a-dandelion-wish] - Mako-centric; chasing Naoki

Sparks [https://archiveofourown.org/works/24868129] - Mako & Bolin, post-canon; searching the Fire Nation for their mother’s family

Fics with ships

(I'm personally a big fan of aroace Mako but I will read mostly anything to be honest. I like Korrasami a lot but I also really like Makorra in the right context, shoot me :P)

Acquired [https://archiveofourown.org/works/452166] - Krew & Korra's family, background Makorra, season 1 canon-compliant; relearning what it means to be loved by family

Chasing Serendipity [https://archiveofourown.org/works/1213507] - Asami-centric, Korrasami flavor, heavy canon divergence, second person pov; in which Avatar Korra comes from the streets

One Step, Two Steps [https://archiveofourown.org/works/374940] - Korra-centric, mildly Makorra, canon compliant; lessons with Tenzin

Mako and the Terrible, Awful, No-Good, Very Bad Road Trip [https://archiveofourown.org/works/26505814] - Wuko, canon divergence; a comedy of all time, with a plot summarized by the title

beach daze [https://archiveofourown.org/works/2354858] - Makorra, modern AU; the summer in which Korra is a lifeguard

Six Degrees [https://archiveofourown.org/works/3857545] - Makorra, modern AU, second person POV; in which Mako works a plethora of random jobs Korra keeps encountering him at

Shen [https://archiveofourown.org/works/30126897] - Makorrasami, post-canon; casual child acquisition and detective work

(anyway all of these have particularly fantastic voicing from the author and their executions are kind of peak — definitely the sort of shit that i envy whenever i get around to my hella scrappy writing projects. 100% rec all of them and i have many many more stuffed in my saved if any of them you'd like more of that same flavor.)

#mako lok #mako tlok #maybe i should start a tag for fic recs #for now i'l just shove it under the shitpost tag lmfao #lychee's brain trash

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 7 months

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Monochrome || Toji Fushiguro

A/n: This is an entry for @nagumoan 's 'Dance With the Dead' collaboration. Please enjoy and make sure to check out the other amazing entries too. The divider was made by @saradika.

Warning(s): horror, ghost/poltergeist Toji, gender-neutral reader, rough sex, pet (dog or cat), modern-day au, dry humping, blackouts, implied/referenced death, orgasm denial, ghost hunters, haunted erotica. Words: 4,923.

Tag list: @ofsharkdreamsandspacejellyfish

No Minors Allowed!!

An eerie silence permeates the late autumn air, bringing about a sense of uneasiness that sets you on high alert. Your curious eyes dart from one end of the street to the next, waiting for someone - or something - to walk down the sidewalk toward you. But no one comes.

You do not blame them, no one would dare to proceed along this street on Halloween, where tragedy and death are in abundance, so much so the air is thick with the phantom scent of rot.

It is a terrible idea for you to be out here because even at a safe distance, the infamous 'House of Horror' feels like it is breathing down your neck. It might as well be; the rumors stemmed from the abandoned vernacular house. You can not attest to them, having never witnessed the cursed spirits that are supposed to be trapped within its walls, so here you are, waiting on your friends for a fun night of ghost hunting to kick off the spooky season.

They're late, you point out.

And what's worse, there is no cellphone service where you are.

An air of sheer paranoia cloaks you like a heavy blanket the longer you wait. You know there is nothing to be scared of - fear is only in the mind - but you can not shake the eerie sensation that someone is watching you from afar.

You turn toward the 'House of Horrors' and glance at the set of broken windows, but you see nothing beyond the inky blackness inside. What is causing this sensation?

The sudden flash of headlights averts your eyes toward an old car as it approaches. You forget about the house for the time being when a friend sticks their head out the window and howls like a wolf into the night. You turn up your eyes in a playful manner, checking your cell phone again.

"You're late, you know," you point out, once the car parks next to the curb in front of you.

Your friend snorts.

"Late is the new fad."

The driver, their partner sighs.

"It was Eric Jerome Dickey who coined the phrase 'Early is on time, on time is late and late is unacceptable'. You can learn from that babe."

Your friend turns up their eyes.

"See what I have to deal with."

Honestly, you don't, you are single.

Your friend and their partner leave the car and join you on the sidewalk, facing the 'House of Horrors'. An eerie silence permeates the air as the three of you stare at it.

"This is unnerving," the partner states.

You agree with a nod, but your friend snorts.

"You two are wimps. This is exactly what we came here for." They pause a moment, breaking away from the triad to rush through the front yard and onto the porch. "Move your asses."

With a sigh you join them, standing to the side as their partner tinkers with the doorknob. It is strange that the door would be locked, but you can understand why. People often break in and vandalize the house; it's the reason for the broken windows.

"Damn," the partner groans. "I can't get the door to open. We will have to try something else."

The sound of glass breaking makes you jerk in fright. You avert your attention to the window on the right of the house behind you to see your friend knocking down the broken pane.

"What are you doing, babe?" The partner asks in disbelief.

"I'm finding a way in," your friend simply retorts. They grunt, sticking one leg through the window. "Give me a second. I'll unlock the front door and let you both in."

You consider arguing with them, it's a terrible idea, but you know they won't listen. It was their idea to come here in the first place. You watch them shimmy through the window with a grunt and disappear into the darkness.

"And they say they have it rough," the partner jokes.

You snort. Your friend is indeed a bit hard to deal with.

For a moment, the two of you sit in silence as you wait, until the partner clears their throat.

"Do you know why the 'House of Horrors' is called what it is?"

"I have an idea," you utter.

The partner grins and leans in.

"It is rumored that whoever steps inside is cursed and therefore suffers."

You have never heard this rumor before.

"That's just to keep people out, right? I mean, several families have indeed died here, but it's not cursed."

"No, it's true. My aunt is a realtor and after she went into the house and gauged the damages, she got sick," the partner argues.

A feeling of dread consumes you. The idea of being cursed does not sit well with you, but perhaps this is just a ruse. Shifting uncomfortably, you glance toward the window. There is no sign of your friend.

"Where are they?"

The partner hums.

"No idea. It shouldn't have taken this long."

No kidding.

You reach for the knob giving it a shake but it's still locked. With a groan, you walk over to the window and peek in. From what you can see, it leads into a dilapidated living room. You can barely see the foggy plastic covering the furniture, but at the top of the stairs, nestled to the side, you see what appears to be a figure in the shadows. It's hard to tell whether they are facing you or not due to the shadows, but there is indeed someone there.

A bout of fear consumes you. Is it a–

No. You are quick to shut down your wild thoughts. The spooky ambiance is getting to your head.

It is your friend, no doubt, but what are they doing standing there? Before you call out to them, you hear the lock click and the door open. You lean back and notice your friend standing in the doorway with their phone out. How did they get down the stairs so quickly?

You peek your head back through the window, seeing that the figure is gone. Goosebumps rise to your arms but you rub them away, joining your friend and their partner near the door.

"What took you so long?"

"We thought a ghost got you," the partner teases.

Your friend laughs.

"I walked through the kitchen for a moment alone. You know, in case the spirits are a bit shy."

You turn up your eyes. Opting not to ask them what they were doing on the stairs, you take out your phone, preparing to record whatever you see inside the house. Your friend backs up and spreads their arms.

"Welcome to the 'House of Horrors'. Abandon hope all ye who enter here."

"Chill out Dante," the partner jokes, walking into the house.

You follow close, shivering. The temperature of the house feels several degrees lower than outside, and the scent of mold and dust is thick in the air. You don't like it at all.

"Where should we start?" The partner asks.

"There's no basement or attic in this thing, so the first floor and then the second floor," your friend answers.

You are glad they have a plan because you honestly don't care. The sooner you leave, the better.

With your camera out in front, you have to readjust the settings to see what you are recording, and while it is not perfect, it will work. You hesitantly walk around the living room, stepping over broken bottles and used condoms from the various squatters who took residence inside the house. Various pictures hang on the walls, covered in thick dust and graffiti. You look at them carefully, barely able to see a family within them.

It is unsettling, knowing that they are now dead. A strange feeling of sorrow overcomes you, but you saunter away and join your friends, who are flirting with one another.

"Squatters destroyed a lot of the belongings," you mention, awkwardly.

"I had a feeling that would be the case," your friend retorts. "Oh well. To the kitchen, we go."

You agree with a hum.

Filming what you can of the living room one last time, you turn to follow your friend but the stairs catch your attention again. Something about them feels odd, yet you are not afraid. You feel drawn to them as if an intense desire overtakes you.

"Do you both want to go–"

You pause as you notice your friend passionately making out with their partner against the counter in the kitchen. Of course. Fear turns people on, they say. You opt to give them a moment alone, ascending the stairs.

The hall is built in a straight line with 4 doors; two on the right and two on the left with a narrow wooden floor between them. You hesitantly walk toward the first door, turning the knob to reveal a small bedroom. The mass of broken toys implies that a child slept there.

You frown as you further explore, leaning down to examine a torn and dust-covered set of canine plush toys; one black and one white. How sad.

Why would someone hurt–

The heavy sound of footsteps rushing by the bedroom door turns your attention. You do not see anyone in the frame, but the footsteps continue to recede down the hall toward one of the other rooms. Standing, you peer down the hall. The door at the far end on the left is wide open and someone is rummaging around in there. You can hear them rolling something across the floor.

How strange.

Perhaps your friend and their partner wandered upstairs to continue. But why did they not say anything? You ignore the sense of unease in your stomach and walk toward the door, walking into the frame with a teasing grin on your face.

"You know, if you two just came here to fuck, then you shouldn't have–"

You pause in horror, your grin fading as you notice that there is no one in the room. Peering back into the hall, you see that you are alone. So who walked by and opened the door? Your heart pounds in your chest like an 808 as you take in the decor. This room appears to be someone's office.

A large desk with two identical oak bookcases sits behind it. But what is strange is that the chair that you heard is across the room, facing the wall beside the door.

Nope.

You turn to leave but something falls to the floor with a loud thump and shatters. Jerking in fear, you search the room, noticing a frame on the floor next to the desk. Your body begs you to leave, stricken with shivers, but you walk over and lean down to pick the frame up, ignoring the broken glass as it falls to the floor with a clank.

A photograph inside shows a clearer view of the deceased family; a well-built man with black hair and two young children. The first, a girl with brown hair, stands beside the man with a kind smile. Then the second, a boy who looks much like his father, holds two canine plush toys in his arms as he stares at the camera.

"I'm sorry," you utter.

For some odd reason, tears gather in your eyes. Whatever happened to them was unfortunate. You sit the frame down and stand, clearing your eyes. This entire trip is an honest bust, despite the strange footsteps. You want to go home.

Walking back into the hallway, a sudden chill gives you the shakes. You ignore it, but as you reach the first door, a deep voice startles you.

"Sorry, you say."

Turning with a jerk, you stare with wide eyes at nothing. The shadows are however so thick. You lift your phone, hoping to get a clearer look, but what you see horrifies you. There is a man on the screen.

Fear chokes you.

Glancing at the shadows, then at your phone, you see that the figure of the man is still there. And to make matters worse, he is staring at you as if he's waiting for you to answer. There is darkness in his eyes; a darkness that turns your stomach. But furthermore, he looks like the man in the photograph.

"Are you the f-father?"

The man grins and steps forward.

You gasp in shock and turn to run, but you only manage to bump into your friend and their partner.

The terror in your eyes does not go unnoticed.

"What's wrong?" Your friend asks in concern.

You peek over your shoulder, seeing no one. The man is gone, but regardless, you want to leave this house at once. The desire to run is intense.

"I can't be here."

Before the two can bring you to your senses, you rush past them and down the stairs. Outside, a bout of nausea hits you like a bucket of cold water in the face. You fall to your knees and vomit onto the grass, retching.

What is going on?

As the sudden sickness passes, and you are left exhausted, you clean your mouth on your sleeve and glance back toward the house in sheer terror.

I should not have come here.

This is a mistake.

"It is rumored that whoever steps inside is cursed and therefore suffers."

You do not believe in curses, but the words remain in the back of your mind for weeks. Life should have returned to normal after the exploration, but it did not. Or at least for you, it didn't.

Something weird is going on. That sensation of dread that you felt that night now follows you everywhere. It feels like a dark phantom is hovering over your shoulder, observing you as you go from your house to work and back each day. It's suffocating. You fear that you are going insane; that the shadows are coming for you.

That 'he' is coming for you.

Fear invades your body as you walk quicker down the dimly lit sidewalk toward your house. The November air feels much colder than you are used to, but it's the last thing on your mind.

The black-haired man from the photograph invades your thoughts once again. His pale face at the end of the hall still haunts you. And to make matters worse, the footage that you had taken of him is missing from your phone as if he never existed. Perhaps he didn't. Perhaps you are just paranoid.

However, his handsome grin looked so real to you.

And his voice.

"Sorry, you say."

A shiver racks your body at the thought. You pull your coat tight around your shoulders and try to focus on getting home. It's been a long workday. You just want to take a shower and then go to bed. This entire ordeal is driving you insane.

Once at home, you shed your coat and greet your pet, running your fingers over their back.

"I bet you are hungry, aren't you?" You ask them with a smile.

Walking into the kitchen, you fill their food and water bowl. It's strange but you don't feel hungry at all. Perhaps you are coming down with an illness.

All the more reason for a long nap.

Loving on your pet for a moment, you then saunter into the bathroom. It does not take long for you to bathe, and then once you are done, you retire to the bedroom and pass out beneath the warmth of your blankets.

A strange chill suddenly wakes you in the night. It slithers up your body like a snake and clears your mind, enough to make you more aware. You groan in irritation and tighten the blankets around you, trying to go back to sleep. However, you can't.

Turning onto your side, you glance at your cell phone. It is early in the morning, but the sun is not yet up. So then why can you not rest?

For fuck's sake.

It's too late you fear, to force yourself back to sleep. You reluctantly leave the bed and wander into the dark kitchen for a drink. Once your thirst is satiated, you close the fridge door, casting yourself in darkness again. Knowing that you won't be able to go back to sleep just yet, you decide to return to your room and read on your phone. But as you turn, the soft tap of footsteps catches your attention. It must be your pet, roaming around in the living room.

"You too," you state. Pausing to lean down, you glance around the dark living room for them. "Come on then. We can go back together."

You smile as their footsteps wander closer, though beyond the darkness you are still unable to see them. Perhaps you should have turned on the light. As the noise increases, your smile fades. Where the hell are they? You squint into the darkness, able to see what appears to be their shadow, but then something furry brushes against your arm.

Jolting in fright, you glance over to see your pet beside you, waiting for you to caress them. An air of relief washes over you, but then, what is in your living room? You turn your eyes to the shadow and watch in horror as it rises to its full height.

It's a person.

Abruptly it runs at you. Its loud footsteps pound against the floor as it does. You fall onto your ass and scream, unable to move, as it draws near. Slamming your eyes shut, you turn your head and wait for the inevitable, but it never comes.

Forcing open your eyes, you glance over the area but whatever the thing was is now gone. Your stomach churns and your heart begins to pound. It feels like any moment you might jump out of your skin.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Horrified tears leak down your face as you sob, cradling your pet for dear life.

After the sudden shock in your kitchen, it took a lot for you to calm down. You had barely slept the rest of the night, but fortunately, nothing else happened.

It was a day later that you had decided there was no shadow hiding in the darkness. There was a logical explanation, you just did not know how to explain it yet. And there was no reason to.

You ignored the signs and continued with your life.

A few days later, however, you experience another incident, far worse than the last.

You are in bed, almost asleep. The warmth of your blanket lulls you into a sense of safety as you slowly drift in and out. Muffled sounds of music from your phone echo around the room and faintly through the bottom of your toes you can feel the rise and fall of your pet's warm body as they rest at the end of the bed.

A sudden gentle jerk on your blanket pulls you into a state of dim awareness. It feels as though it's gradually sliding down your body but you ignore it, thinking that your pet is at fault. With a soft groan, you turn onto your side and pull the blanket back up. A second later, however, it flies off you with a rough yank and lands on the floor.

You jolt up in fear and dart your eyes around the room, breathing deeply as though you have run a marathon. It feels as though your heart is about to explode. Could this be your mind playing tricks on you? Perhaps you had kicked the blanket off. You honestly can't remember.

Taking a deep uneasy breath, you are relieved that there is no one in your room.

Fuck me.

You glance at your pet to see them staring at the far side of the room as if they were watching someone. But upon further investigation, there is no one there.

"What are you look-"

Before you can finish your sentence, an unseen and malicious force grabs your leg and yanks you off the bed. Your scream of horror is interrupted by a loud oof as you land on your back on the floor.

"What the fuck," you groan in pain.

A soft and eerie song from your playlist permeates the air and from the corner of your eye, you notice movement from the other side of the bed. It takes you a moment to realize someone is standing there. You can see their feet from beneath the bed, but beyond that, you can not see who they are.

In horror, you watch them disappear, crawling onto the bed. The mattress dips and creeks in protest as they creep to the other side toward you.

Fuck…fuck…

Who is in your room?

Your stomach churns in dread as the face of the man from the photograph comes into mind. Could it be him? Is he real? You wait for whatever horror lies ahead to peek over the edge at you, but when the moment comes, your pet sticks its head over and glances at you instead.

Warm tears leak down the sides of your face. Why is this happening?

You sob. "It's you. It's only you."

From the corner of your eye, something moves. You glance to the side, but before you get a clear look, you are yanked beneath the bed.

A scream of terror leaves your mouth. You struggle to get away from the unseen hands, clawing at the floor as you manage to turn onto your stomach.

Once you are out from beneath the bed, you flip around and lean up on your forearms. The figure of a man, almost transparent, follows you out, moving slowly up your body. His cold hands bite at your skin as he pushes you onto your back and looms over you.

It is him. The man in the photograph.

You can recognize his black hair, blending in with the shadows in a way that makes you think he is a part of them. If not for the fact you can feel him, you would almost assume he was born from them.

Not able to move, you stare into his green eyes. His scleras are black, making the color of his eyes pop. They seem to almost glow supernaturally, mesmerizing you into a state of ease.

The man grins as he looks you over.

"What an interesting toy."

He then leans in and runs his nose along your ear. Heat spreads across your face.

"You and I are going to have so much fun together."

You aren't sure what to think about this. A part of you is terrified, but the other part wants him to. His tone doesn't sound malicious, as though he wants to hurt you; it sounds sexually deprived.

You shiver as his cool breath brushes against your ear.

"Why are you doing this?" You utter, returning to the jump scares.

"Do the dead need a reason to haunt the living?" The man asks.

He leans up and grins.

"This can't be real," you mention. "You can't be real."

"Oh, I'm real, darling."

His hips sink and he brushes your sex, making you arch into him. A knowing look crosses his face and he laughs.

"Do you still have your doubts?"

Your face heats up. For fuck's sake. Why is your body reacting to him like this? Are you deprived too?

"You're a curse."

"That's a matter of opinion, darling," the man utters. He leans down to your ear again and runs his tongue across the shell. "I can be a blessing."

You shiver in response. It feels as though you might faint, especially when he grinds his hard length against your sex. This should not feel so good. A soft moan escapes your mouth and you arch into him.

He's a ghost…or a figment of my imagination.

You might as well. His cock feels real enough.

"Who are you?"

"Toji," the man utters with a groan. "Remember it or not, it doesn't matter to me."

He must have been a real asshole in his former life. You snort.

"I've lost my mind. Fuck it. I might as well run with it."

"That's what I like to hear," Toji retorts.

Before your eyes, you watch his clothes form into light particles that rise from his body and fade into the air. And though almost transparent, you can see his well-built frame and hard cock.

You take a deep breath and glance up at the ceiling. This is happening. You almost can't believe it.

Helping him remove your nightwear, he then positions himself on the floor at your side and turns you away from him, bending your leg at the knee. You stare at the wall in anticipation, waiting for him to continue.

When at last he does, you shiver as he slips a finger into you, then another, preparing your tight hole to fit him. Your body is his and he takes care to prove this to you by fingering you in a way that makes you roll your eyes back and moan for him.

The little bit of pain you feel mixes perfectly with the pleasure building in your stomach, but it quickly ebbs as Toji removes his fingers.

Spreading you once again, he thrusts into your sex. You sigh in relief and angle into him. It feels strange, almost like you are being fucked by something intangible, yet there is clearly a cock inside you. Yet, despite this, it's intense. Every inch of your body is tingling.

Soft gasps pour from your mouth as he quickens the pace, bouncing you like a paddle ball. The floor bites into your side becoming a bit painful but you ignore it. The man behind you does not seem to care. You aren't sure if he even feels anything, but he continues to fuck you as if he does.

"Listen to you, panting like a dog," Toji teases. His breath hits your skin as he snorts.

"I'm n-not a–"

He slows down, making you whine in protest.

"Don't bite the hand that feeds," Toji threatens.

You nod in understanding, fluttering your eyes closed as he picks back up his pace again. The hand keeping your leg raised slips between your trembling thighs, playing with you. A moan pours from your mouth in response.

There is not much more you can take. It's been a while since you have been fucked like this and the pleasure is getting harder to handle. It builds and builds with each rough thrust until it suddenly shoots through you like an electric current. You have never felt anything so intense, so much so, that you can hardly breathe.

The world around you darkens and the last thing you hear before you pass out is Toji's airy voice.

"Now let's discuss living arrangements."

"How are you?" Your friend asks.

The sincere expression on their face makes you smile. It has been a while since you have seen them. A video chat was due.

"I'm living," you retort with a snort. Leaning back in your chair, you adjust your phone. "And I'm sorry that I haven't messaged or called you since Halloween."

"You should be," your friend jokes. "I was worried, you know."

You imagine so. You kind of dropped off the grid.

"Hey…listen. That night at the house. Did you see something? You looked so upset," your friend asks in all seriousness.

They have no idea. But to assure them, you shake your head.

"Just some rats. And I'm fine. Work has been a pain."

"That's a relief. It was a bust anyway. We didn't see shit, but we did fuck everywhere."

You snort, having no doubt.

A moment passes, and then your friend narrows their eyes in curiosity.

"Do you have someone over?"

You raise a brow.

"I'm alone. Why?"

You peek over your shoulder, but you don't see anyone there. The hallway behind you is dark and empty. Glancing back at the screen, you raise your shoulders. Your friend hums.

"I thought I saw someone standing behind you. Guess I'm seeing things."

You doubt it.

"Someone is losing their mind," you joke.

Your friend sticks out their tongue.

"Too late for that." They pause to laugh. "At least we are both alive. I was worried there for a bit with you, but I'm glad you are doing OK. I can rest now."

"I'm managing," you retort.

Your friend hums.

"That's all I wanted to know. Listen…I have to go but we should do something on your next day off."

"It's a date," you agree.

Saying your goodbyes, you end the call, putting your phone on a dark screen. The figure of a man appears behind you on the phone, making you jump in fright.

"You ass, I asked you not to do that," you snap, peeking over your shoulder at Toji.

The said man yawns.

"Yeah…I'm not gonna stop. You're too damn easy."

You turn up your eyes.

"Behave or I'll call someone to take care of you. The Ghostbusters or something."

"Whatever you say, darling," Toji retorts.

He sits down on the bed and motions you over.

"I'm bored. We have an arrangement, remember."

You remember.

With an eager grin, you hop up and walk over to him. Perhaps you should not have made a deal with him, allowing him to haunt your house. He's an asshole of a ghost and a bit obsessive.

But one thing is certain, the sex is otherworldly.

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