WHO WILL TAKE THE FALL ¿

[fearedr0t-a]

𝐢'𝐯𝐞  𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞  ,  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐢'𝐥𝐥  𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.⠀⠀𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞  𝐨𝐟𝐟  ,  𝖜𝖗𝖆𝖕  𝖎𝖙  𝖙𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙  𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉  𝖒𝖞  𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉.⠀⠀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  𝐬𝐚𝐲  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧  𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐡  𝐧𝐨  𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐚  𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧  𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝.⠀⠀𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲  ,  𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥  𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭  𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐦𝐞  ,  𝖎'𝖛𝖊  𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓  𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘  𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊.

(⠀𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖎𝖗𝖔𝖓  𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑  𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖗𝖔𝖙⠀)⠀⠀⠀𝐚  𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞  &  𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲  𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞  𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢  -  𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞  𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚  𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲  𝐨𝐟  𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬  𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝  𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚  ,  𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞  ,  𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨  𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬  &  𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬.⠀⠀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄  ,  𝐃𝐎  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐄𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒⠀(⠀𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫'𝐬  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐢𝐬  𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.⠀)⠀⠀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒  ,  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒  &  𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐒  𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋  𝐁𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃  -  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃.⠀⠀𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐲  ,  𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲𝟔  ,  𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫.⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖉.⠀⠀𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖉  𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘.⠀⠀𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙  𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗.⠀⠀𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖞  𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙.⠀⠀𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉  𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗.

𝐒𝐔𝐍  𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃  𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐋⠀⠀⠀(⠀@charlatansaints  ,  @taleswritten  ,  @griefseason.⠀)

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬:⠀14 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐮𝐞𝐝:⠀27 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱:⠀5

[fearedr0t-a]

psst... a girl is gonna refresh aka start anew on a new blog <3 soooo. like this and i'll follow you on the new blog when she's up and running.

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[fearedr0t-a]

guess whose computer chair came in??? legit was waiting for this chair so i could force myself to sit here and write asffghjkl so hopefully this motivates me to write !!!

[fearedr0t-a]

mini life update: your girl is going through blood tests and medical health stuff so to nobody’s surprise here, my activity is gonna be and has been spotty. i have though !! ordered a proper desk chair so working at a desk should help motivate me some to write or at least start !! it’s not that i’m not motivated - i’ve been wanting to write for so so long but brain go brrr.

[fearedr0t-a]

[hymnfell]

[csarchived-deactivated20260724]

❝ You're already more than enough to be loved. ❞ / husk & angel <33

He feels his throat tighten painfully, his eyes burning.   There's so much sincerity in such a simple statement coming from Husk, and yet….yet.    Angel feels like his entire world is caving in around him and he can't stand it.    He yearns for the days where he could make jokes and not be called out about it, when Cherri would blow him off and know that it was just his protective mechanism that he had built around him.    BUT HUSK ISN'T BUILT LIKE THAT.    He sees through his shit in ways that even his best friend hadn't been able to see through and it drives him crazy.    His heart hammers in his chest and he wills it to be quiet; the last time he had followed what it wanted, it had led him to signing his name on a contract, convinced that Val would keep loving him.    It had always been nothing more than a bid for power.   If there had ever been love between them, he thinks it deserves to be in the pits of Hell.

But Husk is different and his head knows it  ——  even if he tells his heart to quiet and his head to actually think for once, all roads want to lead him toward the other.   He wants to be pulled into his arms and the protection of his wings and never be let go.   Yeah, he has a past that he isn't proud of   ——  they all do down here.    Husk has never done anything to hurt him; he's only worked to get Angel to realize his own self worth, even when Angel had been convinced that there was none.

AND THAT'S EXACTLY WHY ANGEL HAS TO PUSH HIM AWAY.    He's no good and everyone in a ten mile radius knows that.   All seven rings know it.   Angel has too much baggage, too much hanging over his head, and the thought of being clean and sober throughout it all just isn't appealing.   He looks at the way that Husk's ears are pinned back and the sincerity that drips from his tongue and wishes for once that the other would be selfish.   That he would think of himself and not the damned soul in front of him.   " That's sweet of you t'say and all pussycat, but I ain't lookin' for love.   Love ain't something that happens down here.   Sooner you realize that, the better off you'll be. "

[fearedr0t-a]

A  pounding  voice  in  Husk  tells  him  that  he  isn’t  enough  ⠀————⠀  he’ll  never  be  enough  to  be  what  Angel  needs.  ⠀  ⠀A  friend,  yes,  he  was.  ⠀  ⠀Someone  the  spider  demon  could  confide  in  after  hard  nights  at  Valentino’s  studio.  ⠀  ⠀Anything  more  than  that?  ⠀  ⠀It  was  different  territory,  a  whole  other  ballpark.  ⠀  ⠀Husk  barely  takes  care  of  himself,  so  why  was  he  himself  so  adamant  that  he  could  be  that  for  the  other  who  stands  before  him?  ⠀  ⠀Hells,  he  wasn’t  remotely  interested  in  being  tied  down  to  friendship  or  anything  more,  not  until  Charlie  convinced  him  that  he  had  the  potential  to  be  redeemed.  ⠀  ⠀  And  Angel…⠀  damn  it,  he  wanted  to  redeem  himself  if  that  meant  he  gained  some  purity;  ⠀that  he  gained  an  ounce  of  belief  that  he  could  be  good  for  the  other.

The  panicked  look  in  Angel’s  eyes  already  has  him  at  the  ready  to  rebuttal  whatever  he  has  to  say.  ⠀  ⠀With  whatever  he’s  mustered  within  himself,  Husk  takes  that  step  forward,  a  clawed  hand  extending  out  ever  so  slightly.  ⠀  ⠀“  Angel—  ”⠀  ⠀  he  begins,  a  soft  sigh  of  the  spider  demon’s  name  only  making  him  realise  how  deeply  fucked  he  was.  ⠀  ⠀  How  knee  deep  he  has  suddenly  become  for  him.  ⠀  ⠀How  willing  he  was  following  the  impulse  that  was  chasing  after  someone  he  wanted  to  have  in  his  arms.

He  doesn’t  go  any  farther  than  a  step  the  moment  Angel  begins  to  talk…⠀  and  he  has  to  pretend  as  if  the  heart  he  thought  he  lost  oh  so  long  ago  doesn’t  crack  at  the  words  coming  out  of  the  other.  ⠀  ⠀Husk’s  eyes  widen  in  the  slightest,  but  he  regains  composure.  ⠀  ⠀  Swallows  down  the  anger,  the  humiliation  coiling  in  the  base  of  his  throat.⠀  ⠀“  Even  if  love  ain’t  something  you  want  or…  thinkin’  you’re  not  deserving  of,  don’t  mean  you  and  I  aren’t  friends.  Companions,  pals..  uh,  whatever  the  princess  likes  to  sprout  bullshit  about.  ”⠀  ⠀  The  demonic  feline  retracts  his  hand,  waving  it  dismissively  instead.  ⠀  ⠀“  I’m  not  about  to  turn  my  back  on  you  now,  not  after  the  shit  we’ve  been  through,  legs.  You’re  stuck  with  me,  whether  you  accept  that  or  not.  ”⠀  ⠀Husk  could  fight  for  their  friendship,  even  if  that  was  beginning  to  taste  wrong  on  his  tongue  ⠀————⠀calling  it  something  that  it  wasn’t.

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[roleplayasksandmemes]

Reblog to let others know you're all right with random starters in your inbox.

[fearedr0t-a]

okay! shit is somewhat sorted in my room so thus, i can return back to normalcy which is writing ☺️ well, trying to. i wanna get into drafts today and tomorrow!

[odditymuse]

finn ꒰ @fearedr0t ꒱ sent : ⤷ [ LINE ]  our muses are supposed to only be pretending to be together for a mission or fake dating,  but they keep going and neither one of them is stopping which leads to them hiding away to have sex.

There wasn't much Poe Dameron wouldn't do for a successful mission. Maybe that made him easy. He'd call it determination. Besides, with Finn? Things were almost scarily easy. Their chemistry worked wonders for them, when put into action. Not to mention Poe got these little glimpses of what he could only describe as the other man almost being flustered at times, when they had to play things up a little more. Commit to the bit, that's what Poe called it, but. . . At some point, it felt like the bit went right out the window. Touches lingered a little longer than needed. A little too eagerly, on Poe's end. Lines started to blur, and the pilot couldn't bring himself to mind it all that much. Found an odd, giddy adrenaline rush in it all. At one point they weren't even playing it up for the public. They were going as far as to continue it in the privacy of their own quarters. It was getting out of hand, and yet Poe hadn't stopped himself when they'd gotten alone. Hadn't faltered in a hand low on a back, a lingering look, eyes shining, slightly darker than before. Finn wasn't pulling away. Wasn't reminding him this was all for a damned mission.

Not even when Poe had leaned closer. Not when the older of the two dipped in, stopped to allow them to share a breath. Time to break the illusion. . . Yet the moment stayed frozen, right until Poe couldn't help but finalize it with lips finally crashing into the other's. No eyes on them, no one to convince. Just them. Just Poe and his suppressed need to have done this since the day they reunited.

[fearedr0t-a]

Finn  wasn’t  very  experienced  with  these  things.⠀  ⠀  He  served  the  imperial  ⠀———⠀  the  empire  was  all  he  knew.  ⠀  ⠀  Raised  by  the  grand  admirals,  strict  regimes  and  isolation.  ⠀  ⠀  Every  man  and  woman  for  themselves.  ⠀  ⠀  Expandable.  ⠀  ⠀  Stormtroopers  weren’t  made  for  a  life  outside  of  executing  the  orders  of  their  commanders,  and  they  would  be  replaced  just  as  quickly  as  they’d  die  on  the  battlefield.  ⠀  ⠀  Even  now,  he’s  still  adjusting  to  having  conservations  that  weren’t  about  missions,  or  the  ruthless  punishments.

Then  there  was  the  one  who  fished  him  out  of  that;  ⠀  the  very  one  who  saw  him  as  a  person  and  not  a  manmade  weapon.  ⠀  ⠀  Poe  was  the  person  he  was  closest  to,  and  he’d  be  lying  if  he  said  seeing  him  alive  when  he  thought  the  starship  had  crashed  that  day  didn’t  send  a  wave  of  relief  through  him.⠀  ⠀Clung  onto  him,  felt  his  heart  racing  alongside  his.  ⠀  ⠀  Finn  should’ve  known  that  what  he  felt  towards  the  pilot  was…⠀  different.⠀  ⠀  Different  to  the  sentiment  he  felt  towards  Rey  and  Rose.

And  it  only  seemed  to  make  more  sense  to  him  when  they  were  undergoing  this  mission  ⠀  ————⠀  ⠀and  were  forced  to  be  more  than  platonic.⠀  ⠀Finn  could…⠀  do  that,  yeah.  ⠀  ⠀  Play  his  part,  he  could  act.  ⠀  ⠀  For  the  most  part,  he  followed  Poe’s  lead;  ⠀  casual  touches,  lips  brushing  his  jaw  in  an  almost  nuzzle  against  his  skin.  ⠀  ⠀The  further  they  continued,  the  more  he  became  confused.  ⠀  ⠀Uncertain  of  what  was  reality  and  simply  “  playing  the  part.  ”⠀  ⠀  Touches  became  more  eager,  suave  teasing  between  them  back  and  forth.  ⠀  ⠀Poe  never  failed  to  make  him  falter,  nor  his  heart  from  beating  harder.  ⠀  ⠀As  they  wandered  off  away  from  public  eye,  bidding  others  goodnight,  he  expected  the  older  man  to  pull  away.

Except…⠀  he  didn’t.  ⠀  ⠀They  slowed  to  a  stop,  near  their  quarters,  farther  away  from  the  chatter  of  lively  crowds  now.  ⠀  ⠀Finn  glances  over  at  him,  his  breath  hitching  in  his  throat  as  he  notes  the  glint  in  his  eyes.  ⠀  ⠀He  imagined  the  way  he  looked  was  no  less  than  desire,  something  he  couldn’t  stop  as  much  as  he  tried.  ⠀  ⠀He  let  Poe  step  forward,  and  he  goes  to  say  something,  anything.  ⠀  ⠀Question  if  this  was  still  just  an  act  ⠀————⠀  why  continue  the  performance?  ⠀  ⠀But  he  didn’t.  ⠀  ⠀Finn  watched  until  he  was  close  enough  for  their  breaths  to  mingle,  then  his  gaze  dips  to  the  pilot’s  lips,  parted  and  soft.

He  couldn’t  muster  words,  not  even  Poe’s  name  to  state  they’re  not  being  watched  anymore.⠀  ⠀Because  he  knew  a  part  of  him  was  too  selfish  to  stop  this  from  happening.  ⠀  ⠀The  second  their  lips  meet,  Finn  is  all  but  melting  into  it.  ⠀  ⠀  Hands  cupping  the  other  man’s  face  to  keep  him  close  as  he  reciprocates  the  kiss  with  equal  eagerness,  pouring  out  the  tension  he’s  been  ignoring  the  entire  mission.  ⠀  ⠀  A  nagging  tugs  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach,  and  Finn  musters  through  shaken  breaths  and  stolen  kisses,⠀  ⠀“  are  we  still…  ?  ”⠀  ⠀Acting.  ⠀  Performing.  ⠀  He  couldn’t  tell  now.

[fearedr0t-a]

i wanna 🙏 do more shipping shippy stuff so 🤲 heart this post annnnnd i’ll send you ship specific prompts ( pssst. click here to see a list of ships i do and don’t love ♡ )

[ch0kinghalosarch-deactivated202]

It  feels  intoxicating  to  be  on  the  other  side  of  the  knife  for  a  change.      For  so  long  he  has  been  at  the  mercy  of  demons,  giving  away  his  soul  and  crawling  his  way  out  of  Hell  just  for  the  sake  of  being  able  to  live.      Now  though?      Now  the  world  spins  on  his  axis  and  no  one  else's    ––    he  walks  with  the  Mark  Of  Cain  upon  his  arm,  dragging  him  into  the  depths  and  back  again  with  a  surging  of  power  that  turns  him  more  and  more  demon  every  single  day.      He  likes  it.      He  likes  the  freedom  that  comes  with  this,  the  way  that  he  howls  and  screams  in  the  night  and  there's  no  weight  on  his  shoulders.      There's  no  Sammy,  no  Castiel,  no  world  on  his  shoulders    ––    there's  only  him.

And  he  wonders  if  that's  why  the  demons  have  thrived  for  so  long,  why  they  love  playing  with  the  souls  of  humans  as  if  they're  on  puppet  strings.      There's  something  heady  in  the  way  that  he  can  scent  fear  in  the  air  and  can  feel  the  way  that  eyes  turn  toward  him,  hungry  and  drawn  by  the  otherworldly  being  that  resides  within.      Meg…Meg  isn't  someone  that  he  had  thought  would  fit  into  that  equation,  nor  does  he  think  that  he's  being  hunted  by  her.      She  doesn't  pose  a  threat    ––    but  she's  a  blast  from  the  past.  

The  grin  grows  on  his  face  but  he  slips  the  knife  away  and  into  his  pocket,  taking  a  step  back.      There's  the  familiar  arrogance  of  a  Winchester  mixed  with  something  else  as  he  sweeps  his  arm  in  a  gesture  toward  the  bar.      Eyes  are  on  the  two  of  them    ––    these  fuckers  won't  say  a  word  or  he'll  send  their  souls  straight  back  to  Hell,  and  they  know  it.      ❝  I  don't  want  anything  but  a  drink  with  a  pretty  demon,  Meg.      Now  are  you  gonna  be  stupid  and  turn  down  my  offer?      Because  I'm  sure  I  could  find  a  few  friends  who  could  hold  you  down  while  I  flay  the  flesh  from  your  bones.  ❞      Green  eyes  are  sharper,  flick  to  BLACK.      ❝  What's  a  little  torture  between  friends?  ❞

[fearedr0t-a]

Meg  had  always  found  herself…  intrigued  by  the  Winchesters⠀⠀‒‒‒‒‒‒‒⠀⠀realistically,  they  were  no  more  interesting  than  the  other  hunters  out  there.⠀⠀Except  they  were,  and  caught  the  attention  of  many.⠀⠀And  she,  the  demon  who  was  becoming  more  of  an  outlier  these  days  amongst  her  kind,  would  on  the  occasion  find  herself  seeking  out  the  brothers  and  their  angel.⠀⠀Not  publicly.⠀⠀Simply  hiding  amidst  the  shadows.⠀⠀Never  lingered  long  before  she  would  be  summoned  elsewhere.⠀⠀⠀Even  then,  she  never  meddled  with  their  lives  unless  it  was  of  benefit  to  her.⠀⠀Right  now,  their  crossing  of  paths  was  coincidental,  and  this  situation  certainly  didn’t  benefit  her  whatsoever.

She’s  incredibly  aware  of  the  blade  to  the  throat;⠀⠀a  mere  breath  or  swallow  pushing  her  flesh  against  its  sharp  edge.⠀⠀Meg  holds  the  demon’s  gaze,  wary  but  unafraid.⠀⠀Then  it  disappears  and  she  feels  her  lungs  expand  with  a  silent  inhale,  pushing  herself  further  into  the  wall  as  she  watches  Dean.⠀⠀Watches  as  he  sways  and  moves  with  the  sort  of  arrogance  he  had  before  his  soul  was  taken  away.⠀⠀❛  A  drink?  ❜⠀⠀she  repeats,  a  scoff  leaving  her  lips  at  the  invitation.⠀⠀Meg  finds  this  sceptical⠀⠀‒‒‒‒‒‒‒⠀⠀very  much  attuned  to  the  eyes  glued  to  their  interaction.⠀⠀❛  And  I’m  supposed  to  trust  that  you  and  your  goonies  aren’t  going  to  skin  me  after  our  drink  ?  ❜

Unfortunately  for  her,  it  was  truly  as  black  and  white  as  it  seemed.⠀⠀Accept  to  share  drinks,  or  risk  Dean  following  through  with  his  words.⠀⠀Meg  wasn’t  inclined  to  be  flayed  today.⠀⠀Without  her  eyes  leaving  his,  she  wordlessly  settles  herself  on  the  bar  stool.⠀⠀❛  I’m  not  exactly  a  demon  who  finds  coercion  attractive.⠀⠀Where’s  that  Winchester  who  sweet  talks  his  women  into  the  sheets?⠀⠀Did  he disappear  too?  ❜

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[literaryvein]

L. V., exhumed writings

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She  loves  to  stupid  sounds  that  get  caught  in  his  throat;  they're  beautiful,  and  she  lives  for  the  way  that  his  eyes  darken.        Fingers  itch  for  her  camera    ——    she  wishes  she  could  capture  him  just  like  this,  in  the  way  that  she  sees  him  at  all  times,  the  way  that  he  takes  her  breath  away  because  of  how  simple  he  is.          How  all  Lip  wants  is  to  be  loved.          It's  such  a  simple  concept  to  anyone  else,  but  Charlotte  gets  it    ——    because  she  is  the  same  way.            They  both  come  from  strange,  broken  families;  just  because  hers  held  wealth  didn't  mean  that  it  wasn't  fucked  up.            Lip  had  grown  up  too  fast  because  he  had  to  with  Frank  and  Monica.            Charlotte  had  grown  up  alone  because  her  own  parents  hadn't  been  able  to  accept  that  their  child  wasn't  a  robot.              There  was  rebellion  in  both  of  their  veins,  and  for  some  reason,  they  both  had  taken  those  odds  and  made  them  their  own.            Hell,  Charlotte  can't  even  make  herself  regret  falling  in  love  with  him      ——    when  his  fingers  stroke  across  her  skin  and  spread  little  fires  in  their  wake,  she  feels  like  this  is  where  she  was  always  meant  to  be.            She  had  never  believed  in  being  someone's  person  before  she  had  met  him;  now  she  believed  that  the  universe  had  planned  them  all  along.

It's  horribly  sappy  and  she  doesn't  say  it  to  him;  Lip  has  gotten  better  with  the  concept  of  them,  but  pushing  too  hard  will  make  him  back  away.        Some  days  she  holds  him  by  a  string  now  as  is    ——    he  thinks  he's  poison,  that  he'll  be  nothing  more  than  like  his  parents.          Charlotte  keeps  wrapping  her  fingers  tight  around  that  golden  string  that  connects  them  and  hopes  that  one  day  her  love,  her  actions,  her  words,  will  be  enough  to  root  him  to  the  ground.          He's  a  runner    ——    there's  no  way  to  truly  stop  him  from  running,  but  she  can  dig  her  heels  in  and  demand  to  run  with  him  if  it  comes  down  to  it.          Charlotte's  always  been  far  more  stubborn  for  her  own  good.

"  She  would  end  up  buying  me  a  damn  pregnancy  test  and  I  am  never  living  that  down,  "          her  voice  is  a  soft  whine,  but  there's  a  smile  tugging  at  the  corner  of  her  lips.          Charlotte's  more  than  accepted  here,  which  should  scare  her.          All  it  does  though  is  make  something  warm  bloom  in  her  chest;  there's  no  pretending,  there's  no  hiding  away.          There  are  people  here  who  actively  seek  her  out,  who  regard  her  presence.            This  is  home  to  her,  no  matter  how  many  house  parties  happen,  no  matter  how  many  times  she  jerks  awake  at  night  when  she  hears  a  gun  shot,  no  matter  how  much  chaos  there  is  in  the  morning  when  she's  desperate  to  use  the  bathroom.

Charlotte  leans  down,  her  lips  ghosting  along  his  jaw  as  she  lets  out  a  sigh,  her  hips  easily  rocking  once  more.        She  can  feel  the  way  that  she's  affecting  him  and  she  wants  nothing  more  than  to  grip  his  shoulders  as  she  easily  rides  him.          Teeth  lightly  nip  right  below  his  ear  before  she  murmurs  his  name  lowly;  does  he  know  what  he  does  to  her?        Does  he  know  that  he  drives  her  crazy?              "  I  can  feel  you,  you  know.  "        Charlotte  hums  before  she  rolls  her  hips  again,  letting  out  a  stuttered  gasp  against  his  neck  for  effect.              "  All  hard  and  ready…  "        Voice  trails  off  before  she  drags  her  tongue  up  the  side  of  his  neck,  grin  tugging  at  the  corner  of  her  lips  as  she  makes  to  get  off  his  lap.        "  Night!  "

[fearedr0t-a]

Fingers  dig  into  the  curve  of  Charlotte’s  hips,  desperate  to  keep  her  from  moving.⠀  ⠀  In  a  way,  the  weight  of  her  body  on  his  soothes  him.  ⠀  ⠀In  fact,  she  had  no  problems  in  soothing  him  when  his  mind  was  prone  to  running  rampant.  ⠀  ⠀  She  was  Lip’s  grounding  point  ⠀  ————⠀  someone  he  turned  to  when  life  unraveled  and  his  head  became  a  festering  piece  of  work.  ⠀  ⠀He  knew  they  were  one  and  the  same;  ⠀  sure,  they  came  from  two  different  economic  backgrounds,  but  the  way  they  viewed  the  world,  how  they  shared  each  other’s  stubbornness?  ⠀  ⠀  Fuck,  if  he  was  religious,  he  would’ve  thought  God  sent  her  down,  created  her  solely  for  him  and  his  self-destructive  nature.  ⠀  ⠀  A  short  laugh  leaves  his  lips,  muffled  by  her  soft  skin  as  his  face  slowly  burrows  itself  in  the  crook  of  her  neck.

“  Hey.  That’s  better  than  her  fear  of  becoming  an  early  aunt  becoming  a  reality.  Hell,  y’know  how  many  times  she’s  smacked  me  over  the  head  because  I  was  fucking  stupid  in  not  wearing  condoms?  ”  ⠀  ⠀Lip  got  carried  away  easily⠀————⠀  driven  often  by  desperation  to  bury  himself  in  someone  and  lose  himself  in  the  wet  heat  of  a  warm  body.  ⠀  ⠀  The  infatuation  and  desire  towards  strangers  was  nothing  in  comparison  to  the  heat  that  pooled  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach  whenever  he  saw  Charlotte.  ⠀  ⠀How  he  wanted  her  stripped  down  and  the  smooth  surface  of  her  inner  thigh  pressing  against  his  cheek  when  he  settles  between  her  legs.

Shit,  the  visual  does  not  help  the  current  situation  in  his  pants.  ⠀  ⠀  Only  worsens  when  the  woman  on  top  of  him  begins  rocking  her  hips.  ⠀  ⠀  Lip’s  breath  hitches  in  his  throat,  head  tilting  back  as  he  practically  becomes  putty  in  her  hands.  ⠀  ⠀“  Oh,  fuck–  ”⠀  ⠀  How  could  he  not  be  bricked  up  when  Charlotte  looked  like  this?  ⠀  ⠀  Cheeks  tainted  by  a  faint  flush,  watching  the  way  her  hips  rock  and  the  sounds  she  made…⠀  his  own  hips  rock  upwards  at  the  mere  sound  of  his  name  leaving  her  parted  lips.  ⠀  ⠀“  Char…  ”⠀  ⠀He  sounded  goddamn  pathetic;  ⠀  on  the  verge  of  desperation.  ⠀  ⠀He  couldn’t  give  two  shits  about  it,  not  around  her.  ⠀  ⠀He'd  deny  it  later  no  doubt,  but  right  now?  ⠀  ⠀He  was  content  with  being  at  her  mercy.

Her  voice  upping  an  octave  breaks  the  stupor  he  was  in,  feeling  the  warmth  of  Charlotte’s  body  readying  itself  to  leave  his  lap.⠀  ⠀“  Wha–  no,  no…  ”⠀  ⠀Lip’s  voice  remains  playful,  going  an  octave  lower  as  his  arm  curls  around  her  waist,  locking  her  in  place.  ⠀  ⠀“  Very  cute.  You  tryin’  to  kill  me  with  a  case  of  blue  balls  here,  Avery?  ”⠀  ⠀  he  retorts,  a  slow  grin  mirroring  hers.  ⠀  ⠀  Tightening  the  arm  around  her  waist,  he  twists  them  around  until  Charlotte  is  underneath  him,  inevitably  trapped  between  his  body  and  the  cushions  of  the  couch.  ⠀  ⠀Lip  moves,  body  now  settling  between  her  legs  as  he  slowly  begins  to  close  the  distance  between  them.  ⠀  ⠀“  And  here’s  me  thinking  I  was  about  to  let  you  have  me  the  easy  way  tonight.  ”⠀  ⠀he  teases,  the  blue  in  his  eyes  all  but  swallowed  by  his  enlarged  pupils.

Hands  firmly  stroke  along  the  smooth  surface  of  Charlotte’s  thighs,  admiring  the  supple  warmth  as  they  descend  past  the  hiked  skirt  bunched  around  her  waist.  ⠀  ⠀His  tongue  darts  out,  wetting  his  lips  as  his  gaze  soaks  in  the  sight  before  him.  ⠀  ⠀Lip  must've  been  fucking  blind  to  have  ignored  what  had  already  been  in  front  of  him.  ⠀  ⠀  “  I’m  not  gonna  deny  how  much  I  want  you.  ”⠀  ⠀  he  mutters,  his  lips  caressing  the  curve  of  her  ear.  ⠀  ⠀  It’d  be  stupid  to  do  so  when  his  dick  was  tenting  the  front  of  his  jeans  anyway.  ⠀  ⠀Slender  fingers  waste  no  time  in  seeking  out  the  band  of  her  underwear,  teasing  the  elastic  whilst  the  thumb  of  his  unoccupied  hand  grazes  the  fabric  of  the  gusset.  ⠀  ⠀A  thrill  of  adrenaline  rushes  through  him,  his  finger  creating  languid  circles.  ⠀  ⠀Lip,  as  humanly  possible,  tries  to  ignore  the  wet  patch  beginning  to  form.⠀  ⠀“  or  deny  how  I  desperately  want  to  press  you  into  the  couch  right  now,  and  have  you  take  every  inch.  ”

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[ray-marisha]

Caitlyn Kiramman in Arcane Season 2, Act III

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Leon hates every fucking bit of this. The way she's locked away like some animal in a cage. Everything inside him wants to grab ahold of her and yank her out of that cell, take her home, and make sure she knows just how loved she is.

"I'm the Presidents right hand man. All I have to do is ask him and I'll have you out of here in no time." Perks of being the president's guard dog, he supposes. At least being leashed to him comes with some perks.

"The question is: are you ready for that? I don't want to do anything you're not ready for." No matter how much he misses the touch she gives him now, bringing a shaky breath forth. Fuck, he's missed her.

[fearedr0t-a]

It  never  failed  to  amaze  her  how  much  of  an  upper  hand  Leon  had⠀————⠀with  just  a  phone  call,  she  could  be  out  of  here.⠀⠀A  part  of  her  wanted  out;⠀her  time  within  these  four  walls  was  spent  staring  up  at  the  ceiling,  focusing  on  how  pristine  the  paint  was  and  any  other  bullshit  detail  she  could  point  out…⠀just  so  she  wouldn’t  fall  asleep.⠀⠀Usually  after  forty-eight  hours  though,  exhaustion  would  hit  her  and  she’d  be  forced  to  succumb  to  it.⠀⠀Only  to  be  woken  up  several  hours  later  to  Chris  clutching  her  to  his  chest,  grounding  her.⠀⠀He’d  go  to  explain  afterwards  that  she  would  scream  in  her  sleep,  undoubtedly  due  from  the  toxins  that  once  coursed  through  her.⠀Caused  her  subconscious  pain  that  her  body  remembered,  but  her  mind  didn't.

❛  God,  you  don't  even  know  just  how  much  I  want  that.  ❜⠀⠀Jill  begins  to  say,  her  thumb  stilling  on  his  jaw.⠀⠀Days,  weeks,  months…⠀it  all  started  to  blend  into  one  another  since  she’s  been  in  here.⠀She  knew  she  hadn’t  gotten  the  green  light  yet  from  the  BSAA⠀————⠀nor  had  she  said  she  felt  safe  enough  in  herself  to  warrant  letting  her  go.⠀⠀She  failed  the  psychological  assessment  a  week  ago.⠀⠀She  leans  forward,  resting  her  forehead  against  his.⠀⠀❛  But  I…  did  horrible  things,  Leon.  Terrible  things…  I  don’t  know  how  stable  my  head  is.  ❜

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