#Hiding all of our sins from the daylight | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

primofate · 2 months

Text

Drop the towel wrapped around you and appear naked in front of your Genshin husband

In a nutshell: That old tiktok challenge/prank. In your private, shared home of course.

Warnings: My perpetual warning as a writing mother is that I am sleep deprived. Very VERY sleep deprived. SUGGESTIVE: BORDERING ON NOT SAFE FOR WORK, written on a 10 minute timer please be gentle

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, implied fem!reader

Personal Favourites: Tighnari

Aether

chokes on nothing

"Y-Y-Y/N?! What're you doing?"

Comes up to you and tries to cover you up with the towel again, as if it was a sin to look at you naked in broad daylight.

Full on blush on his face and respectfully tries to look away.

"Don't surprise me like that!"

Seems not to like it but actually likes it too much to the point of getting embarrassed for himself.

Yes he's your husband but is still a precious respectful man

Albedo

Blinks a couple of times but appreciates your beauty and gives your body a slow once over. Chuckles in amusement afterwards.

"Is there a reason for this?"

Just to get his reaction, you admit.

"Well..." starts walking towards you. "I do have higher self-control than most others... but let it be known that I'm far from immune to my..."

Stops in front of you and yet again seems to eat you up with his eyes. "...needs," ends with a suspiciously sweet smile.

Alhaitham

Can't help but be a bit surprised and you can see it by the way his eyebrows go up as soon as the towel hits the floor.

Opens his mouth to say something but closes it again, as if hesitating, which is really strange for someone like him.

"...Is this the part where I sweep you off your feet and carry you to our room?" there's a bit of amusement in his tone. Stands to walk over to you.

Places a hand on your waist.

"Cause I can guarantee you that we DON'T need to be in our bedroom for things to happen...but you knew that already, right?"

Ayato

Quirks his eyebrows up, amused smile appearing on his face.

"I must say, this is a lovely surprise,"

Traces your figure with his eyes. Then approaches you to hold your waist and dip in to kiss your neck softly.

"How could I ever resist, my love, when you're standing in front of me in all your magnificence?"

Takes the longest time just admiring and basking in your beauty, tracing every little part of your skin.

Baizhu

Lets pretend the snake ain't here okay?

Does a double take.

"Y/N, first off, you'll get a cold,"

Pushes his spectacles up and gives you a once over.

"Second, you'll give me a heart attack,"

Beckons you over gently with his hand. "Come over, I suppose it's been a while since...I've done a full body check,"

Hides a grin.

Cyno

Blankly looks at you and is still processing what is happening

"Y/N? Is this... Did I do something?"

Is so suspicious that this was some kind of trap.

You tell him its simply to get a reaction out of him.

Immediately shoots out of his seat and catches your wrist.

"Then...Is it my turn to get one out of you? There's several ways to do that...and I know your favourite ones,"

Diluc

Eyes follow the towel down to the floor and head snaps back up to blink at the sight in front of him. Recovers quickly.

Chuckles as he stands and walks over. Picks up the towel and drapes it around your shoulders. "Only because it's quite chilly tonight,"

but still ends up inching the towel off your shoulder, tracing your collarbone. "Although, as your husband, I suppose it IS my job to keep you warm... So how would you like it today, love?"

Itto

"WHOA!" by instinct covers his eyes with his hands but his fingers are actually splayed apart so he can totally see through the gaps

Feels himself getting aroused

I mean the guy gets turned on even just at the sight of your neck

Suddenly stands and walks over to you, easily hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and makes a beeline to your shared room.

"You're asking for it Y/N!"

Kaeya

"Oho?"

Sits back and relaxes, he doesn't really know what he was expecting. Some type of show maybe. "What's this? Finally giving me that lap dance you owe me, snowflake?"

Laughs but you're incredibly flustered at the suggestion.

Beckons you over and grabs you by the waist to sit on his lap.

"Feel that?" he whispers in your ear.

Oh you feel it alright, pressing at your upper thigh.

"Now whose fault is that? You'll have to do something about it now, love,"

Kaveh

"Archons!"

Looks away with a blush on his cheeks.

"Put something on!"

Yes he's seen you naked before, you're married, but the guy's always flustered in unexpected events.

You provoke him further by coming over, sitting sideways on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Y/N!" He looks down at you and can't help but look at your nakedness in full and close view.

Gulps but starts to feel his body heat up, his hands suddenly, assertively planting themselves on your waist as he meets your eyes. "I don't care what you say about yourself, but know that you're the only one who takes me from 0 to a 100 in a second,"

Kazuha

"Y/N?" Chuckles nervously and takes in the sight of your body.

Smiles at you and takes your hand to kiss the back of it.

"I've seen you countless of times... Each time, I'm reminded by how fortunate I am that you chose me to take care of you,"

Caresses your cheek all the way down to your jawline. "You're beautiful, Y/N,"

He has the most tender and gentle look on his face, but its mixed with a passion that you've never seen on anyone before. "Let me show you how much I love you, dear,"

Neuvillette

Eyebrows twitches upwards in surprise. Has no clue what to do in this new situation.

He doesn't say anything but is most definitely enjoying the view of your body. You see his jaw tense up, as if he's clenching his teeth.

"Ahem," he starts. Then seems to have the most trouble prying his eyes away to meet your gaze. "Is this...perhaps another way to tell me... that you would like some attention?"

You say not really and just wanted to see how he would react.

"Ah," he lets out, as if understanding and as if the conversation has ended.

A moment of silence passes and you're starting to wonder if that was all he was going to do. But he then stands and places a gentle hand on your bare waist. "...So you're simply doing it, as people would say, 'for fun'?"

He asks, and you say yes innocently. He smiles a bit and has another hand cupping your face and thumbing your lips. "I see," breathes out slowly.

"Unfortunately, for your actions, the Iudex feels that a punishment is in order,"

Scaramouche

Raises one eyebrow as if he's bored. Then smirks.

"If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask," pulls you by the waist and makes you straddle him "But this is good too,"

Hands actually start to grope you up and down. Will fondle and squeeze in private places immediately.

"What? Startin' to feel good? S'what you get when you play games with me,"

will smack your butt the first chance he gets

Tartaglia

Immediately jumps up and in an automatic daze, eyes glued to his favourite parts, trudges towards you and attempts to bury himself in softness.

You quickly stop him and in turn HE quickly stops you. Hands easily bunching your wrists up together and angling them upwards above your head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he grins down at you. "Someone's being naughty,"

You complain that he reacts too fast.

Laughs, but his hand starts to unbuckle his pants and there's a dark look in his eyes. "Oh, I'm just being naughty back. When you want something, Y/N, believe it when I say I'll GIVE it to you,"

Tighnari

ear twitches. Tail swishes back and forth. Does not show any expression except slight curiosity.

"What's the occasion?"

You tell him that you just wanted to see his reaction.

He hums and nods slowly, like processing some type of complicated information.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute,"

You ask him where he's going and you're a bit upset at the lack of response from him.

He chuckles and returns to you, tail angling upwards in an attempt to wrap and brush against your waist. Takes your hand, presses your wrist against his lips and seems to take a slow breath in.

"I'm merely clearing off my schedule for today. Now, be patient, I'll be back,"

Wriothesley

Almost spits out his drink but gulps it all down instead.

Eyes widen a fraction at the sudden act but his hand is already loosening his tie.

"Wait right there precious," chuckles while he says this, tie already falling to the ground, now unbuttoning his vest. At the same time walks over to you urgently as if you're going to disappear but laughs nervously while he's at it.

"I swear you'll be the death of me,"

Looks like he's going to pounce on you but when he reaches you he only gives you a chaste kiss, as if asking for permission first.

You suddenly remind him that he has a LOT of things to do today, appointments and all.

Actually barks out a quick laugh. "You're not really expecting me to walk out now? As far as I'm concerned," pulls you flush against him and kisses your jaw "The only thing I need to do today is you,"

Xiao

"Wh-Wh-What do you think you're doing?!"

caught unprepared. Crosses his arms and looks away. Pretends he's uninterested but his eyes still dart back to look at you.

You ask him if he likes what he sees.

He now completely looks away from you. A few seconds pass and when he turns his head back to look at you there's now a carnal look in his eyes.

He walks towards you slowly and captures your chin to tilt it up. Looks down at you as if he hasn't eaten a meal in days.

"...When I'm done with you tonight you'll get your answer,"

Zhongli

Chuckles. Amused.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, dear?"

You shrug and even do a turn for him. He watches you carefully and takes in the image in front of him.

Smiles and strides over towards you. "Truly a magnificent sight," brushes his fingers against your neck

His eyes trail downwards and isn't shy about looking at your body. "Might I remind you my dear, my stamina surpasses that of a normal human," he smiles at you sincerely.

You tell him that you're well aware. He just chuckles again.

"Then you know well what'll come next,"

End

I’ve published The Ruthless Prince (Reader x Scaramouche) on paperback. Click here.

Consider supporting me to read some exclusive fics:

Ko-Fi

buymeacoffee

Here's the masterlist:

Masterlist

#genshin fluff #zhongli x reader #genshin impact #headcanons #ayato x reader #scaramouche x reader #neuvillette x reader #wriothesley x reader #cyno x reader #diluc x reader #childe x reader #tighnari x reader #alhaitham x reader #kaeya x reader #kaveh x reader

5K notes · View notes

forsorrow · 1 year

Text

tag drop part two.

╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ character study › hiding all our sins from the daylight.

╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ pre main › one for sorrow.

╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ main › seven for a secret never to be told.

╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ edits › innocence died screaming.

╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ desires › be still my foolish heart.

╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ ask prompt › your words can plant gardens.

╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ answered › muddy these webs we weave.

╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ queue › standing in the ashes of who i used to be.

#╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ character study › hiding all our sins from the daylight.#╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ pre main › one for sorrow.#╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ main › seven for a secret never to be told.#╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ edits › innocence died screaming.#╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ desires › be still my foolish heart.#╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ ask prompt › your words can plant gardens.#╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ answered › muddy these webs we weave.#╰ ✉ ⋮ ❛ queue › standing in the ashes of who i used to be.

0 notes

teyamsatan · 1 year

Text

Pairing: Neteyam x (f)Omaticaya!Reader

Word Count: 50k words (completed 25 july 2023)

Warnings/notes: enemies-to-lovers, arranged mateship trope, angst, smut, fluff, the works

Synopsis: Neteyam wants to be the best at everything. Unfortunately for him, so do you. You and him have competed all your life for the title of Omaticaya's best warrior, for validation from the tribe's leaders, for your peers' respect, but most of all, to finally settle the lifelong simple question plaguing you both: who's best? The oldest Sully boy hates you for taking his parents' attention, you hate him for every bruise, cut and scrape you suffered at his hands, and when Mo'at announces you are to be a mated pair, the hatred is bound to explode and leave a few victims behind, including both your hearts.

➺ Chapter I: Why You Gotta Be So Vicious ➺ Chapter II: Hiding Our Sins From the Daylight ➺ Chapter III: I am Lost, But Not In You ➺ Chapter IV: It's In Your Image I'm Made ➺ Chapter V: This Stupid Thing Called Love ➺ Chapter VI: Something's Made Your Eyes Go Cold ➺ Chapter VII: Maybe We've Had Enough ➺ Chapter VIII: Sorry For Not Making You My Centerfold

2K notes · View notes

valyrfia · 24 days

Note

i want to start reading more f1 rpf other than lestappen but idk where to start is there any way you could recommend some fics pretty please?????????????? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

sure thing anon! below is just a selection of my favourite fics that aren't straight forward Charles/Max:

melepathic. or something. by Anonymous – Lando/Oscar, 8k, snappy and funny FWB, rated M

somebody else by piastrism - Charles/Max/Oscar, 31k, FWB and addictive on and off again situationships, rated E

ode to a conversation stuck in your throat by prettyrotten – George/Alex, 40k, pining exes to pining FWB, rated E

icarus falls by tiredgayloser - Charles/Carlos (main) and Charles/Max (endgame), 24k, complicated relationships and character study, situationships vs. relationships, rated E

on the faultline by limabima – Lewis/Nico, 47k, dual timeline, FWB and Internalised Homophobia vs. healing and facing your past, rated E

win or lose (it's how you play the game) by chiliconcarlos – Charles/Carlos, 18k, ridiculous bets and consequences thereof, gay chicken, rated E

matchstick people by ecorone – Lewis/Max, 60k, magical realism and folk horror, rated E

translation theory by linearity - Charles/Carlos, 9k, rancid vibes, a hunger to hold an upper hand and wanting what you're denying you'll lose anyway, rated E

the heartbeat is a hunger by withfeathers - Lewis/Seb and Lewis/Nico, 40k, soulmates and trope inversion, falling in love after losing the love of your life, rated E

even a Mouse by ficster28 - No Romatic Relationships (Charles and Max centered though), 20k, Dæmon AU exploring the concept of sacrifice in motorsport, rated T

Hide All Our Sins From the Daylight by kolyarostov - Carlos/Lando, 60k, secret relationship and the implications of being implied queer in the public spotlight, rated E

#f1 fic rec #asks #anon #fic recs #brocedes #carlando #lestappen #galex #sewis #lestapiastri #f1 fic recs

137 notes · View notes

author-morgan · 4 months

Text

Title: Daylight Rating: M Pairing: Arthur x fem!Reader Summary: Arthur always knew you and he would make a fine match. ...hiding all of our sins from the daylight... I've now collected all(?) your husbands for my infinity gauntlets. a late merry christmas and an early valentines for you boo. @mrsragnarlodbrok.

“SORRY,” ARTHUR MUTTERS, “hands are rough.” He noticed how you pulled away from his calloused touch as he pressed the stained damp cloth against the bloody wound on the back of your shoulder—remnants of an arrow after Bedivere and the Mage helped him dig out the bodkin point. It’d likely been meant for him in the heat of the battle and he cursed himself seeing you fall nigh feet from him, pulled away to shelter by his kingsguard. Even with the power of Excalibur, he’d been unable to protect you—an age-old promise broken.

You lift your gaze from the charred stone floor, looking at your reflections in a fogged-over mirror on the opposite side of the room. Focus has his brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. “You always say that,” you tell him, words slurred from the pain, exhaustion, and strongwine, and voice rougher than normal. This isn’t the first time Arthur Pendragon has tended your hurts and woes, and at this rate you doubt it’ll be the last.

Dried blood and sweat washed away, Arthur picks up the piece of tree bark with a salve prepared by the Mage to stave off the pain for a while and keep the wound from festering. Then, Arthur binds the wound with fresh linen and wipes his hands, kneeling in front of you—hands resting on your hips. You lay your hand on his cheek, thumb sweeping across his cheek, marred with dirt and soot. Leaning toward him, he meets you halfway, and you set your lips on his—a soft, fleeting kiss like the touch of butterfly wings.

“Thank you, Arthur,” you tell him, fingertips mindlessly combing through the scruff on his jaw. He straightens to full height but does so with a grimace. “You’re sure you’re not hurt?” You ask again.

“Just bruises,” he assures you, and this time, it seems like he’s being truthful, besides the few scratches on his hands and the slim, already scabbed-over, cut on his forehead.

Arthur sits next to you on the edge of the bed, looking toward the open balcony. You both can hear the joyous shouts and chants. Bedivere and the others will only be able to satiate the men for so long. They will want to hear from the one who led them to victory. From the Born King. “They’ll be waiting for you to give a speech,” you tell him.

“They’re waiting to go headfirst into the barrels of grog,” he amends, but if the out-of-tune songs are anything to go off of...

“Sounds like they already have,” you laugh. Tonight, there will be revelries for the victory against Vortigern and his forces. In the following days, there’ll be feasts to honor the fallen and growing lists of preparations for a coronation. But right now, Arthur Pendragon doesn’t want to be a king just yet. Right now, he’s content just to be Arthur the street rat, especially when you lean your head against his shoulder and link your fingers through his—and then he’s certain there’s no one else in all of England for him except you.

“HIDING FROM ME? Or everyone else?” Your head quickly swivels to the side, only to relax at the sight of Arthur approaching. You cannot help but wonder how he isn’t cold. He's not dressed anywhere near as layered or warm as he should be for the winter evening, but somehow, he manages to look cozy even in just a scarlet linen-and-wool doublet. Stepping back, your eyes flit up to the scarlet-tinged leaves, still clinging to the branches of the white-bark birch, before looking beyond to the fresh falling snow.

He stops at your side and looks up, too. “Was just thinking about what a bad influence you’ve been on my person,” you tell him, a small half-smirk creeping onto your features. Arthur tilts his head back in amused question, then stares up at the leaves and the silver sliver of the moon peeking through the winter clouds. “As I recall, I was an innocent girl before you came along and ruined all that.”

His blue eyes narrow, arms crossing over his chest. “You’ll have to refresh my memory on how I did that, darlin’.” He moves a little closer, and you sense his ploy, twisting and ducking when he moves to grab you.

You face him with brows raised, smiling. “Such a brute,” you taunt, “grabbing at innocent girls in the castle courtyards at night. Is that any way for the King of England to behave?”

Arthur only rolls his eyes, trying to smother another smirk, and this time, he catches your arm as you move around him. It takes little strength to move you how he wants—pressing you into the trunk of the great tree at the heart of the courtyard. His hands press against the smooth bark beside your head as he leans in enough to look down at you. The glint in his eyes is mirthful, but there’s something else shining in his gaze too—you’ve seen that look a dozen times now, and you’re almost afeared to think about what it can mean. “Maybe you have a point,” he drawls, wearing that crooked, boyish grin that makes your heart flutter.

Your laugh almost catches him off guard. His hand slips down to run gently along your waist, the other toys with the hair at the side of your head. You lean back into the tree more, relaxing as your hands find his waist to rest on. “My father sends his kind, innocent daughter to study in Londinium, and what does this strong, noble boy do?” Arthur raises his brow. “He shoves her against a wall in an alleyway because he has no reasonable way of expressing his feelings with words.” He was just a street rat orphan and you were the daughter of some fancy lord from far away—opposites in nigh every way but more alike than you ever could have imagined. “I was never the same after that.”

His head dips down into the crook of your neck, nose training across your throat and inhaling the scent of roses and lavender. “No,” he smiles, voice low—more of a muttering husk—lips twitching as he pulls back, glancing to your lips and up, “but you’re more fun now.” Your expression falls flat, and Arthur laughs. It’s nigh impossible not to grin or melt at the sound and how little it seems you’ve heard it of late—and by Merlin’s beard, he’s impossibly handsome with laugh lines crinkling the edges of his eyes and a lopsided smile. Leaning further into him, his breath dances across your cheek, the back of his fingers brushing along your neck.

You exhale shakily, and Arthur teases you again with light presses of his lips along your jaw and neck—hands smoothing up and down your waist as he does. For a moment, your hands find their way to his chest before you remember how open the courtyard is and that anyone can happen upon the two of you like this. Glancing around, you breathe his name in a flustered whisper, hand pressing against his chest—the last thing a new king needs is rumors to turn into scandal.

Arthur takes a step back, giving you both room, but then there’s a new glint in his eyes. The playful mirth disappears from his cornflower eyes, replaced by something more serious—kingly, even. It’s something he’s been thinking about for years. Maybe even since the two of you first met by happenstance in the streets of Londinium and struck up an odd friendship. But over the years, Arthur thinks he cannot just call you a friend, not anymore. What he feels runs deeper than that, and given his newfound title and responsibilities...“I’ve been thinking,” he starts.

“And does it pay well?” You quip in a poor attempt to lighten the now solemn mood.

He rolls his eyes, exasperated, unable to hide how his lips quirk upwards. “Would you let me finish?” And so you do, unsure what he must say or ask that warrants such a dramatic change in his usual demeanor. Arthur reaches for your hand, the rough pads of his fingers curling around and into your palm. He stoops forward, lips brushing against your knuckles—reverent. “I’d like you to stay,” he breathes, straightening back to full height. Your brows furrow. “Here,” he adds, “with me.”

You know what he is asking of you—marriage—and it should be an easy answer. Yes, of course. You’ve loved Arthur since before you knew what the word truly meant. But given the events of the last few months and the precipitousness of his proposal, you’re left speechless, heart beating in your throat until all you can do is run to the haven of your chambers with tears pricking your eyes.

A LOUD KNOCK on the great wooden door echoes in your bedchambers. You rouse from sleep, righting the oversized tunic hanging off one shoulder in an attempt to appear decent at the late hour. Part of you already knows who will be waiting on the other side, but when you crack open the door, it still surprises you to find him standing before you—wearing only a loose, nigh threadbare tunic and pair of dark britches. “Arthur,” you greet, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before motioning for him to come in.

There’s still an uneasy air between you after the earlier events and conversation in the courtyard—his proposal. “I shouldn’t’ve….” he starts as you do. “I should not...” You both fall silent, eyes searching the other’s face for an indication of who will be the first to speak, the first to act, but there’s only silence.

“Yes,” you quickly tell him—the shock of his initial proposal has faded, and now you’ve never been more certain about something in your life. You still can’t say what it is that caused you to react in such a way—Arthur’s the only man you’ve ever loved, the only person you could have ever thought of having a life with, even before all this Born King shite. The answer is ‘yes.’ It had always been.

“Yes?” He repeats with furrowed brows, not sure he’s heard you correctly. “I’ll stay” —you reach to comb your fingers through his close-shorn beard, and he leans into the touch— “with you.” Forever.

He smiles, and it’s as though a great weight has been lifted from his shoulders. Arthur cradles your face in his hands, thumbs running over your cheekbones. You smile for him, and he leans toward you, closing the distance. His lips are on yours in an instant.

You answer his kiss, slowly at first, then with more fervor when you settle your hands on either side of his neck, drawing yourself closer. Parting, you press your forehead against his and meet his heated stare. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that?” Arthur asks, breathless.

Then he’s kissing you again and again—hands straying to your waist and backside, pulling you closer, tighter. And it fans the embers burning low in your belly to flames. Arthur breaks the kiss with an anguished groan—fighting a losing war with himself. He brushes back the hair falling in front of your face, the rough pad of his thumb running over your lips. “Tell me to stop,” he mutters—it’s almost a plea. And then he’s adrift in your soft and dark gaze, knowing if you do nothing to stop this, he’ll be acting on countless years of love and pent-up desire.

“No,” you breathe, catching his wrist and sliding his hand up from your neck—peppering his fingertips with gentle kisses. He watches you, lips parted and heart aching. Closing your eyes, you draw in a slow breath, and with a final kiss to his palm, you guide his hand to rest on one of your clothed breasts.

“Arthur.” You speak his name as though it is a quiet prayer. “I want you.” He pulls on the string at the neck of your nightshirt, loosening it until the gauzy material falls off your shoulders—puddling around your ankles,

Though bare, you still hold his clear blue gaze. He goes silent as he draws in a sharp breath—eyes dart over the length of your body. His eyes darken, though, a mix of lust and adoration. “Think this is the longest you’ve been qui–” He cuts you off with a kiss, and one of his hands rises to cradle your cheek—the side of your neck again—and his lips coax yours open.

You sigh into his mouth, hands instinctively dipping under the hem of his roughspun tunic, fingertips trailing over the taut muscles of his abdomen and the scar on his ribs. Arthur breaks the kiss, quickly shrugging off his shirt, and lets the undyed piece of wool fall to the floor.

Then, suddenly, he lifts you off your feet effortlessly. You hastily grip his shoulders for balance until he lays you on the bed—standing back to take off his trousers, and you watch him with a weird mixture of hunger and wistfulness as he strips. Arthur kicks aside his discarded clothes, then crawls onto the bed, making room for himself between your thighs—his clear and cold gaze burning with the warmth of the Sun and never once straying from yours.

You gaze tensely at his face as he studies you. His expression is greedy and appreciative, and the firelight glowing in his eyes just makes him look all the more ardent, and the longer he stares at you without doing anything, the more restless you are for him to act. You want his touch, his cock, his lips on yours, and all he’s giving you is this appreciative greedy stare, and it’s not enough.

Arthur kisses you again, and then he leans away from your lips and kisses the angle of your jaw. His mouth travels to the side of your neck, and your pulse flutters in your throat. His lips are surprisingly soft, and as his mouth trails from your neck to your collarbone, the delicacy of his kisses makes you feel lightheaded —a mix of pleasure and disbelief.

He nuzzles your collarbone, then places a kiss just above the swell of your breast, and you arch helplessly toward his mouth. The heat of his breath wafting over your breast, making your nipples go taut with anticipation, and when the scruff of Arthur’s beard brushes over your nipple, you jolt and make a helpless little mewling sound. You twine your fingers into his golden hair, trying to hold him in place against you. But Arthur shoots you a quick smile, then shuffles lower on the bed still and kisses your breast —and you twist your hips, hands slipping from his hair to his shoulders.

A sob leaves your throat—not a crying kind of sob, but an instinctive noise tore from your throat without your permission. He lifts his mouth from your breast and smiles at you, and you stare stupidly at his handsome face—the spark in his clear eyes and the boyish smirk twisting his lips.

Arthur palms your breast and squeezes gently. He shuffles lower still on the bed and places a sweet, open-mouthed kiss on your navel, and your sense of surreal disbelief ratchets to a nearly unbearable degree. His mouth drifts lower now, the scruff of his beard tickling your belly as he presses his lips to the skin below your navel and eases your thighs further apart.

Arthur places a kiss between your legs, and your mind goes blank with pleasure.

“You alright, darlin’?” He smirks. You stare at him, too stunned by pleasure to find a clever response. Instead, riled by the teasing sparkle in his face, you spread your knees wide. His gaze drops between your legs, and his expression darkens with interest as he places his hands on your knees—stroking up to your thighs. He places another firm, wet kiss between your legs, and a helpless moan leaves your lips, and he hums with approval, a smug, half-growly little hum.

You gasp in a breath, realizing you haven’t been breathing at all. Arthur lifts his head to look you in the eye. “Relax, love,” he croons, smoothing his palm over your belly as he laps at your cunt with slow hot sweeping strokes of his tongue. It’s not long before a finger presses into you, working you slowly open.

Your hips jerk softly along with his movements, and there’s unspoken interest in his gaze as he stares down at you, relentless in his efforts to see you come undone. His tongue and lips are at your clit, fingers stroking and curling deep within you. You jolt, and then he moves slower, dragging over the sensitive spots he’s discovered inside you and leaving your nerves tingling with every touch.

Pleasure washes over you in waves, making your calves twitch, your fingertips feel numb, and that high-pitched mewling noise leaves your throat. Overwhelmed—enraptured—you buck your hips toward his face and clench your fingers convulsively in his hair, and he keeps licking and kissing you until you can’t take it anymore. You pull on his hair to stop him, and he finally pulls away, lips glistening in the moonlight and fading glow of the firelight. “Enough,” you groan. “Need you.” It’s nigh a broken plea.

You shudder as he moves, situating himself between your thighs, calloused fingers dipping into your cunt to gather your slick and spread on his hard cock as he strokes himself. “Arthur, please,” you whimper, impatient, and he won’t keep you waiting.

He slides his cock through your folds before his angle changes just slightly, and on the next pass, your breath stutters as his cockhead presses just inside you—barely splitting you open. Arthur’s hand grabs your hip and angles you up just a bit so he can slide deeper inside you, and you cling onto his biceps—feeling his scars press into your palms and admiring the way his muscles flex under your touch.

Arthur hisses through his teeth when he fully seats himself inside your warmth, then releases his breath slowly and smiles at you. “You’re lovely,” he murmurs, twining his fingers through yours, pressing the back of your hands into the mattress. From the moment Arthur first saw you in the Londinium streets, he knew your fates were intertwined—just as your bodies and hands were now. He trembles at this personal heaven, then draws his hips back, starting to move.

You laugh breathlessly, mindlessly. “Charmer,” you pant, hooking your legs around his waist. You roll into his thrusts, pulling him deeper. His ragged breaths and grunts mingle with your sighs of pleasure—panting scarcely keeping up with your racing heart.

He huffs in amusement. “Can’t say that’s something I get called often,” Arthur says as he pumps his hips slowly, teasing you and pleasing you almost more than you can bear. Then he lowers his lips to yours in a kiss—there’s something sweet on his tongue, like honey wine.

His whole body begins moving, surging, and writhing against yours. One of his hands releases yours and caresses your cheek before he slides it down your body. Without thought, your body arches into his hand as it moves, ripening under his touch—thoughts clouded by lust and love. His fingers find your clit at the same time his mouth latches to your neck.

Another guttural cry bursts from your lips. He’s pounding into you now, and he’s still holding your hand while his other grips your hip. Your breathing is loud, and so is his, and his hand is tightening on your fingers. He drags in a breath, then expels it in a strained groan.

He shudders, then pounds into you hard, twice, thrice, and then he pauses with his cock deep inside of you. His jaw clenches, and his grip on your hip is so tight that it’s almost painful, but you like it—just as much as you like the guttural sound he makes as he shudders in completion. A few long seconds later, he gasps in a breath, then sighs and releases your hand. “Fuck,” he groans, holding his weight above you on shaking arms.

You beckon him to lie atop you, his golden head pillowed on your breasts as his breathing steadies, sighing when you kiss his hair and whisper a quiet, I love you, for him to relish. He stays sheathed inside your warmth, unwilling to part just yet. “I love you,” he murmurs in turn, never tiring of how you smile when he says the words. Sighing, he rolls to the side, and you whine at the loss of him and the empty feeling between your thighs.

He lays on his side, and you pillow your head on his outstretched arm, nuzzling close against his chest and threading one of your legs through his. Arthur presses his cheek to the crown of your head and strokes your hair as the first dregs of daylight break over the horizon, shining upon England, Camelot, and his future wife and queen.

[Forever taglist: @certifiedlittleshit / @erzsebetrosztoczy / @hereforreadandwrite / @mrsragnarlodbrok / @rigshak ] if your name is italicized, tumblr would not let me tag you. if you’d like to be added to my forever taglist, or any other character/fandom taglist, just let me know with this Google Form!

#King Arthur #King Arthur x Reader #Arthur Pendragon #King Arthur Legend of the Sword #King Arthur: Legend of the Sword #Charlie Hunnam #Charlie Hunnam Fanfiction #Charlie Hunnam Fanfic #my writing #wow i havent written and posted anything in a while #yet again im blaming you for this claire lol #how about we all petition to get this movie the sequel it deserved #also 10 points if you can spot the rdr2 reference

204 notes · View notes

julianalvarez9 · 9 months

Text

TALK 2 ME / RÚBEN DIAS

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this has been sitting in my drafts since that post someone made about rúben being in a situationship so 😮‍💨 here it issss sorry it took this long hopefully the fact that it's long compensates it 💗

SUMMARY: It's been weeks since Rúben has heard about you, so he turns to the only communication channel he still has open; Instagram.

rubendias

Likes by jackgrealish, philfoden and others.

rubendias Recharging 🔋

View all comments.

user1 VACATION RÚBEN YESSSSS

jackgrealish Nice one mate 😎

user2 more shirtless pics pretty please

user3 okay so are we just gonna ignore the last slide?

user4 if he wants to hold me in those arms i'll gladly accept

rubendias

Liked by philfoden, johnstonesofficial and others.

rubendias

View all comments.

user1 second post in a row with song lyrics who are you trying to tell something

user2 we need your spotify playlist

user3 spotify? rúben dias to barcelona 🔜

rubendias

Liked by juliaanalvarez, yourusername and others.

rubendias Sunrise and sunsets 🌅

View all comments.

user1 wonderwall? that's... concerning

user2 he's going through it

user3 remembering that night in istanbul when they won the ucl

user4 him sending sunrise and sunset pictures to you 😮‍💨 need him for me

rubendias

Liked by juliaanalvarez, johnstonesofficial and others.

rubendias Back to work 😁

View all comments.

user1 "back to work" post the nth song lyric to get his situationship's attention

user2 he's just like us

user3 and in AUGUST? he really said to live for the hope of it all

user4 ngl "meet me behind the mall" has the same vibes as "hiding all our sins from the daylight" 👀

rubendias

Liked by jackgrealish, juliaanalvarez and others.

rubendias Started the season on the right foot 💪🏻

View all comments.

user1 oh they broke up

user2 i'm sorry who???

user3 it's a running joke on twitter

user4 if you're not okay i'm here for you

user5 captain rúben i need a sec

user6 he needs to give a warning next time

#football imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x you #football social media au

386 notes · View notes

blessin-n-curse · 6 months

Text

Hiding all of our sins from the daylight

by blessin_n_curse

21k / E / based on a prompt for @bhficfest

OUT NOW on AO3

Here is Harry, standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, wearing a tulle dress, the colour of which reminds him of the ashes left of the bond he shared with Louis. With his lover. The love of his life. [...] The dress was chosen for him, like everything else regarding the wedding. Groom included.

Or the one where Harry is Aphrodite, Louis is Ares, and their happiness gets taken away from them.

#harry and louis #louis and harry #fanfic #aphrodite #ares #bhff

104 notes · View notes

landinrris · 6 months

Text

Hide All Our Sins From the Daylight

Pairings: Carlos/Lando

Rating: E

Tags: Getting Together, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst, Fluff, Secret Relationship, Eventual Happy Ending, Unintentional Outing, PR Fake dating coverup, 2023 Formula 1 Season, Monaco 2023 through Singapore 2023, Carlos is having a good time until he’s not, Slight misunderstandings, The inherent eroticism of Lando in June 2023 living his best life, Summer break 2023 shenanigans, Carlos and Lando (basically) commit several acts of public indecency

Chapter: 4/5 & 5/5, 16k (total 60k)

Chapter 4: It’s like a buzzing in Lando’s ears, one so low he’s learned to tune it out, suddenly stops. It leaves him in deafening silence. The television is still on in the background, but everything is secondary to the way Carlos’ heart beats beneath Lando’s ear. Chapter 5: While a quiet end to the season normally wouldn’t involve dinner and a club following the race in Mexico, Carlos goes. Lando drags him out partly for tradition, partly because it’s almost his birthday, and partly because he says he still has pent-up energy following his storm through the field.

Read chapter 4/5 and 5/5 on Ao3

Read the entire work from the beginning

#vibrating with this final installment. cant believe it's actually finished #hell chaos summer 2023 #carlando #husbands™#writing tag #chapter total jumped from 4 to 5 because i included the epilogue as it's own chapter. a two for one special if you will

88 notes · View notes

umaficwriter · 7 months

Text

Two sinners can’t atone from a lone prayer, you and I drink the poison from the same vine, oh I love it and I hate it at the same time, hiding all of our sins from the daylight…

#kalijah #katherine pierce #elijah mikaelson #katerina petrova #the vampire diaries #tvd #katherine x elijah #kalijah au #nina dobrev #daniel gillies #daylight

92 notes · View notes

inconsistentwriting · 1 year

Text

Daylight

Warning: Spoilers of Nightbringer. In the mood for some NB angst. GN!reader x Lucifer. English is not my first language.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The end of another exhausting day as the brothers’ assistant. Lucifer had dismissed you quite late tonight. You were saying your goodbyes when you passed the music room. Something pushed you to go in and sit in the small bench in front of the piano. The memories started flowing and pouring over you. All those nights playing that same instrument for the brothers. Playing in the background for Satan as he read his favorite novels. Teaching Levi how to play his favorite openings. Lulling Belphie to sleep while his twin looked at you with adoration. The way Mammon and Asmo always found their way there while you practiced. The countless nights playing for Lucifer when he wasn’t feeling like himself, neither of you saying anything, a mutual and wordless agreement. Absentmindedly you started to pay the melody you used to play to Lucifer. You don’t know for how long you had been playing or when the the demon with those silky black wings had placed himself in the doorframe until he called your name.

-”I thought I said you could go home.”

-”I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstay my welcome. I’ll get going.”

-”Wait. What is that melody?”

-”Oh, it’s a song I used to play for someone I held very dear.”

-”Used to? What happened?”

Your mind went back to the day you were taken from them all. Your eyes swelled with tears as you remember the fight you’ve had with Lucifer. The things said by both of you, you don’t even want to think on how he must be feeling with your disappearance.

-”We fought. I say nasty things and he did too. And now I can’t take them back, no matter how hard I‘ve been trying.”

-”He must be a fool for being mad at you. You have been nothing but patient and caring with my brothers and me.”

-”It’s not his fault. The world just decided we must suffer being apart from each other for a while. Maybe it’s just trying to teach me a lesson.”

The tears that stained your face made Lucifer’s heart feel heavy. Why was he feeling so bad? Why was his heart weeping? He’d never admit it, but everything in him was telling to run to you and to catch you in his arms, to tell you he would never let you suffer like that. Instead, he asked a single question.

-”Could you play it for me? I’d love to hear the entirety of it.”

-”Of course. Whatever you wish.”

Once again you sat next to the piano and let your fingers move slowly to the sound of the song. You started to sing the lyrics under Lucifer’s careful gaze.

-”Telling myself I won’t go there

Oh, but I know that I won’t care

Tryna wash away all the blood I’ve spilt

His lust is a burden that we both share

Two sinners can’t atone from a lone prayer

Souls tied intertwined by pride and guilt.”

The words of your song struck a chord inside of Lucifer. The lyrics seemed crafted for him, he felt it deep inside of his chest.

-”There’s darkness in the distance

from the way that I’ve been living

but I know I can’t resist it.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

You and i drink the poison from the same vine.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Hiding all of our sins from the daylight.

From the daylight, running from the daylight.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time.”

It clicked on Lucifer’s mind. By the way you were playing, by the tone in your voice, by the history you gave him. This was a love song. A love song between you and somebody else. Someone stupid enough to allow himself to loose you. He felt a lot of things, pity for the idiot who couldn’t realise what he had, jealousy for the fact that even after all you were still looking back, longing for you.

-”Telling myself it’s the last time

Can you spare any mercy that you might find?

If I’m down on my knees again.

Deep down, way down, lord I try

Try to follow your light but it’s nighttime

Please don’t leave me in the end.”

The words touched something so deeply buried. Those words felt so very his. It was like those lyrics had been born from his deepest core. It shook him, it frightened him, it comforted him.

-”There’s darkness in the distance.

I’m begging for forgiveness

But I know I might resist it.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

You and I drink the poison from the same vine.

Oh, i love it and I hate it at the same time

Hiding all of our sins from the daylight.

From the daylight, running from the daylight.

Oh, i love it and I hate it at the same time.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

You and I drink the poison from the same vine.

Oh, i love it and I hate it at the same time

Hiding all of our sins from the daylight.

From the daylight, running from the daylight.

Oh, i love it and I hate it at the same time.”

The final note hanged in the air for a second, and it felt like an eternity when your eyes met Lucifer’s. There was something in his red hues, something that reminded you of your Lucifer, something that wasn’t there before.

-”It looks like whoever this song is for is deeply adored by you.”

-”He is. He is one of the most important people in the world to me. I love him with everything I have. I actually risked my life for him, because of how much I loved him.”

Lucifer felt the weight of your words in his heart. Deep inside he knew what it meant, he wanted to be that man, he was jealous of that unknown individual who had stolen your heart. He wanted to be the person you loved with that abandon, but he couldn’t.

-”It’s been a very long day MC, go home and rest. I’ll need you on your best moment tomorrow.”

You knew him like the palm of your hand. He kept quiet but his body speaked a million words. You could see how he swallowed a little harder as before saying those words, trying to hold back his tongue. You saw the way his eyes looked at you. You knew him so well, even this far back, he was still the demon you fell for.

-”You are right. I’ll see you tomorrow Lucifer, rest well.”

But you were just like him. His sin shinned in your eyes, the pride too strong for you to admit how much you missed him.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I apologize for the emotional distress this might have caused. It's just one of those nights.

#obey me #gn reader #obey me oneshots #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x y/n #obey me lucifer #lucifer x mc #obey me angst

134 notes · View notes

soteirahere · 7 months

Text

Invocation to Hekate Soteira - Peace for the Children of Gaza

Mother Hekate, Goddess of the Liminal Spaces, Hekate Kleidouchos, Keeper of the Keys, Hear the desperate cries of your innocent children in Gaza and the West Bank, echoing through lands and seas. Guide us through the labyrinth of life, unlock the doors we face, Be our compass in the chaos, our sanctuary in this sacred place.

Hekate Kourotrophos, Guardian of the Young, lend your sacred care, Wrap the children of Gaza in your arms, show them love beyond compare. Be their shield in the daylight, their comfort in the night, Be the hope in their eyes, their courage in the fight.

Hekate Atalos, the Tender One, feel the weight of their despair, Hold their hearts within your hands, show them someone cares. Let your compassion be their guide, your tenderness their song, In a world that feels so cold, show them they belong.

Hekate Agrotera, Mighty Huntress, track down peace where it hides, Be their eyes in the forest of fear, their steps where danger resides. Lead them to safety, to havens free from harm, With your bow and arrow, protect them from alarm.

Hekate Antania, Enemy of Mankind, turn your wrath on those who divide, Be the avenger of the oppressed, let justice be their guide. Strike down the walls that imprison them, shatter the chains that bind, Be the sword of retribution, the defender of humankind.

Hekate Brimo, the Angry One, let your fury be their shield, In the battlefield of life, be the power they wield. Turn your rage into a fire, a blaze that lights their way, In the darkest corners of their world, be their break of day.

Hekate Despoina, Mistress of All, make the oppressors yield, Be the authority they respect, the scepter and the shield. Command the winds of change, the tides of time and fate, Be the voice of sovereignty, that the tyrants cannot negate.

Hekate Enodia, of the Paths, guide them through the darkest night, Be the lantern in their hands, the star in their sky so bright. Lead them through the crossroads, where their destiny unfolds, Be the map to their future, the story yet untold.

Hekate Epipurgidia, on the Tower, be their watchful light, Be the sentinel in the darkness, their guardian in the night. From your lofty vantage point, see dangers from afar, Be their early warning, their guiding northern star.

Hekate Gorgo, the Grim, instill fear in the hearts of their foes, Be the terror in their eyes, the nightmare that never goes. Turn your gaze upon the wicked, let them tremble in their sin, Be the face they cannot forget, the conscience from within.

Hekate Khthonia, of the Underworld, where the river of justice flows, Be the keeper of their secrets, the knower of their woes. In the depths of their despair, be the light that never dies, Be the hope that springs eternal, the truth that never lies.

Hekate Kleidophoros, Bearer of Keys, unlock the doors to their salvation, Open the gates of opportunity, the portals to liberation. With each key you turn, unlock a brighter day, With each door you open, show them a better way.

Hekate Krataiis, the Strong, be the pillar of their foundation, Be the rock upon which they build, the core of their determination. In the storms that rage around them, be their anchor in the sea, In the winds that try to break them, be their stability.

Hekate Krokopeplos, Saffron-Cloaked, wrap them in your protective embrace, Be the warmth in their winter, the smile on their face. Clothe them in resilience, drape them in your might, Be the cloak that shields them, in the day and in the night.

Hekate Nyktipolos, Night-Wandering, guard them when the sun takes flight, Be their eyes in the darkness, their senses in the night. Walk beside them in their dreams, be their guide in realms unseen, Be the whisper in the wind, the force that stands between.

Hekate Perseis, Daughter of Perses, bring them through the darkest plight, Be their sword in the battle, their courage in the fight. With your lineage of power, be the magic that they wield, Be the strength in their spirit, the armor and the shield.

Hekate Phosphoros, Light-Bringer, illuminate their path so dim, Be the dawn of their new day, the hymn in their morning hymn. Shine your light upon their road, be their beacon in the dark, Be the spark that lights their way, the fire that ignites their spark.

Hekate Propolos, the Attendant, lead them to safety on a whim, Be the hand that pulls them up, when their hope begins to dim. Guide them through the labyrinth, be their compass and their chart, Be the intuition in their mind, the empathy in their heart.

Hekate Propylaia, Before the Gate, guard the entrance to their homes, Be the keeper of their hearth, the walls made of ancient stones. Stand before their sanctuary, be the lock and the key, Be the guardian of their peace, their security and their glee.

Hekate Soteira, the Savior, in your name this heartfelt prayer roams, Be the miracle they seek, the angel that guides them home. Save them from the perils, that lurk in shadow and in light, Be the wings upon their back, the daybreak to their night.

Hekate Trikephalos, Three-Headed, watch over them from every side, Be their lookout in the front, their rear guard far and wide. With your trinity of vision, see what's hidden and what's known, Be their eyes in every corner, where danger may have grown.

Hekate Trimorphis, Three-Formed, in you their hopes and dreams reside, Be the facets of their soul, where love and fear collide. In your triple aspect, be their past, present, and future, Be the sum of all they are, the editor and the tutor.

Hekate Trioditis, of Three Roads, guide them through choices yet unknown, Be the signpost in their journey, the seeds that they have sown. In the forks that lie ahead, be the wisdom that they seek, Be the courage in their choices, the voice when they are weak.

Hekate Trivia, of the Three Ways, let your wisdom to them be shown, Be the teacher of their life, the mysteries they've known. In the crossroads of their fate, be the lantern in the mist, Be the answers to their questions, the chances they can't resist.

Hekate Adonaea, guide our magic, direct and firm, All that hurts shall be returned. Be the force that shapes their spells, the focus of their aim, Be the power in their words, the sanctity in their claim.

Hekate Nyktipolos, Night-Wandering Queen, open our eyes, allow all to be seen. Be the revealer of truths, the seer of what's concealed, Be the clarity in their vision, the reality revealed.

Hekate Hieros Pyr, Holy Fire, be the flame that never dies, Be the inferno in their soul, the passion in their cries. Burn away the darkness, consume all that's unjust, Be the fire that purifies, the ashes to the dust.

Oh Hekate, let your voice ring out in the celestial halls, Gather the Gods, from their heavenly realms and sacred walls. Implore them to lend their might, their love, their divine grace, To the people of Gaza, suffering in this unforgiving place. With tears in our eyes and hope in our hearts, we pray, Hekate, rally the Gods, guide us toward a better, brighter day.

#hekate #palestine #hekate temple #worldpeace #war #peace #free gaza #gaza strip #hellenic polytheism #hellenic pagan #hekate temple in gaza #hecate #anatolia

63 notes · View notes

thewidowsghost · 1 year

Text

Runnin' From the Daylight (Natasha Romanoff x Stark!Reader)

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

Main Masterlist

youtube

(Y/n) Stark rolls over in Natasha Romanoff’s bed. Soft snores come from both women, but then the alarm goes off.

Both (Y/n) and Natasha grumble, but (Y/n) slides out of the bed.

“Wait,” Natasha reaches out and grabs (Y/n)’s hand.

(Y/n) leans down, pressing her lips to Natasha’s.

“I’ll see you later, okay babe,” (Y/n) murmurs once she pulls away.

Natasha pouts, but she knows she’s the one that was making this happen – she had never been in a relationship before, and was scared to let anyone know she and (Y/n) were dating, or that she was a lesbain.

“Bye,” Natasha murmurs.

(Y/n) pauses before she opens the door, blowing a kiss towards Natasha. Natasha plays along, pretending to catch the kiss and she holds her hands against her heart.

(Y/n) slips silently out the door, and Natasha grabs her stuffed Toothless the Dragon from under her side of the bed, cuddling it to her chest – one of the first movies she’d seen since moving to America was How to Train Your Dragon with (Y/n), and (Y/n) had gotten her the stuffed animal about a month after they’d started dating.

. . .

(Y/n) has a hard time going back to sleep after leaving Natasha’s room, so finally, she gets out of bed, throws on an oversized hoodie – definitely not Natasha’s.

(Y/n) begins messing with cords on her piano, and after about an hour, she grabs a notebook, scribbling down some lyrics that had just come to her.

“You should play that at my party later,” a voice comes behind her and (Y/n) almost falls off her piano stool.

“What?” (Y/n) asks.

“That song,” Tony says.

. . .

“Telling myself I won't go there

Oh, but I know that I won't care

Tryna wash away all the blood I've spilt

This lust is a burden that we both share

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer

Souls tied, intertwined by pride and guilt”

“There’s a darkness in the distanceFrom the way that I've been livin'

But I know I can't resist it”

(Y/n) glances up from the piano to find Natasha looking at her.

“Who’s she singing about?” Steve asks his boyfriend, Tony, and (Y/n)’s brother shrugs.

“Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

You and I drink the poison from the same vine

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

From the daylight, runnin' from thе daylight

From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight

Oh, I love it and I hatе it at the same time”

“Tellin' myself it's the last time

Can you spare any mercy that you might find

If I'm down on my knees again?

Deep down, way down, Lord, I try

Try to follow your light, but it's nighttime

Please don't leave me in the end”

Natasha wonders if this song was about her, and how they were having to hide their love.

“There’s darkness in the distance

I'm beggin' for forgiveness

But I know I might resist it, oh”

“Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

You and I drink the poison from the same vine

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

You and I drink the poison from the same vine

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time”

The last cord rings out from the piano, and (Y/n) sits for a moment. Then she gets up and walks away.

. . .

Natasha knocks on (Y/n)’s bedroom door.

“Who is it?” (Y/n) asks.

“It – it’s me,” Natasha says, her voice cracking.

When (Y/n) opens the door, she meets Natasha’s gaze, her own (E/c) eyes gleaming with concern.

“Come in,” (Y/n) says, and she closes the door behind Natasha and locks the door behind her redheaded girlfriend. “Bab–” (Y/n) starts, but she’s cut off by Natasha throwing her arms around her. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

Natasha buries her face into (Y/n)’s shoulder, mumbling something (Y/n) can’t hear.

“Hey,” (Y/n) raises Natasha’s chin with a finger, stepping back to look into Natasha’s eyes. She grows more worried when she sees the tears trickling down Natasha’s cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha murmurs.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” (Y/n) replies, pulling Natasha back into her arms. She runs her fingers down Natasha’s back to soothe the former assassin. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I’m sorry I’ve forced us to stay hidden,” Natasha murmurs.

“It was an agreement,” (Y/n) replies. “It’s more important for me to know that you’re comfortable rather than people knowing that we’re together. You are the most important thing to me.”

As if listening, the Australian shepherd puppy at Natasha’s and (Y/n)’s feet lets out a bark, pressing her paws to Natasha’s legs.

Natasha lets out a watery laugh, bending down to pick Scout up off the ground, cuddling the puppy to her chest.

Word Count: 935 words

#natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff x femreader #natasha romanoff x reader #Youtube

125 notes · View notes

atzhrts · 1 year

Text

daylight

“hiding all of our sins from the daylight, running from the daylight, oh i love it and i hate it at the same time”

listened to daylight by david kushner while writing, reminds me of san for some reason.

minors dni, smut, not proofread

includes: public sex, implied fwb, strength kink, choking, reader gets put into a chokehold, reader gets picked up by san, slight degradation (reader gets called slut and whore one time), spitting, bit angsty at the end, lmk if i missed anything

your fingers curled round sans bicep as he pressed your back against the cold tiles of the hotel pool. you felt his muscles tense under your touch, his lips continuing their way up your neck until you felt them touching the shell of your ear.

you never thought you would find yourself in a situation like this, with a man you only ever saw at night, never in the daykighy, holding you up against the wall of a public pool. a pool that was accessible to all guests of the hotel you were in, anyone could enter the rooftop and see the way your legs were warped around sans middle, his clothed bulge rubbing deliciously against your clit.

you felt your panties getting wetter by the second, thinking about how san was holding you up with ease. not a single sign of struggle could be seen on his face, not an ounce of sweat on his skin. you were dying to find out just how long he could hold you in this position.

sans breath felt hot against your skin, his breathing getting heavier as your hands started to wander against his smooth skin. running your nails down his muscular arms you felt him shudder under your fingertips, making you let out a small giggle against his collar bones. the same collar bones you would think about alone in bed when you could not fall asleep, thinking about how comfortable it would be to use them as a pillow. then again you knew that you would never experience this, you were nothing to choi san in the daylight.

“san please” you panted as his teeth crazed a particular sensitive spot. your felt his fingers run down your sides until they reached their favorite spot, around your waist. squeezing it slightly he pressed a wet kiss against your lips before spinning your around, his hands grabbing hold of your bikini, tugging it down harshly.

you hissed as your naked chest presses against the wall of the public pool you found yourselves in.

“you like my arms baby?” he whispered and you could just feel the teasing smirk against your neck. the man behind you thrusted his clothed member against your ass, demanding an answer. you let out a small hum, not trusting your voice with sans broad chest pressed against your back and his thumb brushing against the underside of your left boob. you could feel his hard nipples against your back, the top of his muscular thighs rubbing against the back of yours.

“i want words” he spit. san was a sweet guy, always making sure you were comfortable but if you disobeyed his orders it’s like something switched inside his head.

“god yes, san i love your arms” you ever so moaned as he started to rub your clit through your panties before tugging them down harshly. his hand grabbed his member sliding it through your wet folds, one time, two times, until you lost count of it - already so drunk on his dick before he had started to give it to you.

you let out the smallest whimpers as his head brushed against your already sensitive clit, but san caught it, of course he did, he was always so attentive to the noises you let out around him.

“already so desperate and i haven’t even done anything” he chuckled, before gently pushing himself into your wet hole, letting out a low groan that made you clench around his length. san pulled out almost completely before pulling your hips against his roughly, making the water around you both splash loudly. he continued this for a few times, nails digging into your skin before he sucked a deep purple mark against the back of your shoulder as you let out loud moans.

“be quiet, you don’t want people to walk up here and see what a slut you are for me do you?” san whispered against your ear, the degrading name making you clench around his member as you shook your head no before remembering his earlier words.

“no, don’t want that, sorry sannie” you whimpered but showed no effort in quieting down. a particular loud moan left your mouth as san hit your sweet stop, making you cry out seconds before he stopped his movements completely. his hand made its way up your body, as you begged him to continue, wrapping his hand around your throat, he turned your head to the side.

“i said be quiet whore” he growled and before you knew what was happening you felt his warm spit drip down your cheek as his hand was replaced by his arm. sans bicep was digging into your throat deliciously as he flexed it, his hips hitting your ass roughly.

“cumming” you whispered, as you gasped for air. his grip on your shoulder got harsher, flexing the muscles in his arm as much as possible and just as you felt like you ware going to pass out from the lack of air he removed his arm completely, snaking it down your body before he started to attack your clit with harsh flicks of his fingers.

before you knew it your were clenching around him, the high of your orgasm making you let out moans you were sure some innocent guests could hear on the balcony of their hotel room. san turned you a round roughly, not caring that you’re were still panting like you just ran a marathon, just coming down from your high. his gaze was focused on your boobs as his hand strokes his length at a rapid pace. you mindlessly lifted your hands, finger rubbing against his chest before you pinched one of his nipples.

san let out a low groan and you felt hot spurs of cum against the inside of your thighs. his head fell forwards against your shoulder, pressing a kiss against the skin before slowly peeling himself away from you.

the man in front of you took a step back, sliding his hands over the lower part of his stomach. your eyes followed a water droplet that made its way down sans pecs, disappearing into the water around his waist.

“i have to go pretty girl” he whispered, voice barely audible. your smile slowly dropped, no matter how hard you tried to fight against it. of course he had to go, he always had to. you never had the privilege of waking up in his arms, of feeling his fingers run over your skin in a non sexual manner, of experiencing what san was like in the daylight. at the end of the day that’s all you were to choi san, someone he could always go to relief pent up sexual frustration.

you climbed out of the pool once you were sure you were out of sans sight, once you were sure he couldn’t see the small tear that slowly made its way down your cheek. after drying your body carefully, making sure to take your time, to avoid anyone running into him again. as you picked up your phone the tears started to well up once again, making the device in your hands appear blurry.

1 new message from choi san </3

i really enjoyed tonight my love

[1 attachment]

your heart stung at the nickname, will you ever really be choi sans love in broad daylight?

#it’s obvious by what this was inspired right?#choi san smut #san smut #ateez smut #choi san hard hours #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts

252 notes · View notes

squadxx4392 · 3 months

Text

Jegulus as angsty song lyrics (from previous list posted)

(If The World Was Ending by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels)

James : I know, you know, we know, you weren't down for forever and it's fine

Regulus : Think I figured out how, how to think about you without it ripping my heart out

(Rewrite the Stars by Zac Efron and Zendaya)

James : You know I want you, it's not a secret I tried to hide, I know you want me, so don't keep saying our hands are tied

Regulus : You know I want you, it's not a secret I tried to hide, but I can't have you, we're bound to break and my hands are tied

(when the party's over by Billie Eilish)

James : Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin', but nothin' ever stops you leavin', quiet when I'm comin' home and I'm on my own, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

Regulus : But nothin' is better sometimes, once we've both said our goodbyes, let's just let it go, let me let you go

(Daylight by David Kushner)

James : Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time, you and I drink the poison from the same vine, oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time, hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

Regulus : Tellin' myself it's the last time, can you spare any mercy that you might find, if I'm down on my knees again? Deep down, way down, Lord, I try, try to follow your light, but it's night time, please, don't leave me in the end

(Astronomy by Conan Gray)

James : We've traveled the seas, we've ridden the stars, we've seen everything from Saturn to Mars, as much as it seems like you own my heart, it's astronomy, we're two worlds apart

Regulus : We're two worlds apart, stop trying to keep us alive, you're pointing at stars in the sky that already died, stop trying to keep us alive, you can't force the stars to align when they've already died

(Bubblegum by Clairo)

James : Sorry I didn't kiss you, but it's obvious I wanted to, bubble gum down my throat and it's a curse, but my luck couldn't get any worse

Regulus : You look so nice in your shirt, it's sad because it just hurts, I'd do anything for you, but would you do that for me, too?

(Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens)

James : The evil it spread like a fever ahead, it was night when you died, my firefly, what could I have said to raise you from the dead? Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July? Well you do enough talk, my little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We're all gonna die

Regulus : The hospital asked should the body be cast, before I say goodbye, my star in the sky, such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth, do you find it all right, my dragonfly?, Shall we look at the moon, my little loon, why do you cry? Make the most of your life, while it is rife, while it is light, well you do enough talk, my little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We're all gonna die

(Heather by Conan Gray)

James : I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you, only if you knew how much I liked you

Regulus : But I watch your eyes as she, walks by, what a sight for sore eyes, brighter than the blue sky, she's got you mesmerized while I die

(I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry)

James : I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along, now in its place is something new, I hear it when I look at you

Regulus : I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along, you took my broken melody, and now I hear a symphony

(lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid)

James : Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here, even if it takes all night or a hundred years, ned a place to hide, but I can't find one near, wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear

Regulus : Isn't it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone, tear me to pieces, skin to bone, hello, welcome home

(Train Wreck by James Arthur)

James : Unbreak the broken, unsay these spoken words, find hope in the hopeless, pull me out of the train wreck

Regulus : Unburn the ashes, unchain the reactions now, not ready to die, not yet, pull me out the train wreck, pull me out, pull me out, pull me out, ah, pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

(Something in the Orange by Zach Bryan)

James : But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun, something in the orange tells me we're not done

Regulus : To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I am, where the hell am I supposed to go? I poisoned myself again, something in the orange tells me you're never coming home

(Two Birds by Regina Spektor)

James : Two birds on a wire (oh-oh-oh), one says, "C'mon" and the other says, "I'm tired", the sky is overcast and I'm sorry (oh-oh-oh), one more or one less, nobody's worried

Regulus : Two birds on a wire, one tries to fly away, and the other watches him close from that wire, he says he wants to as well, but he is a liar

(Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin)

James : Now I'm grabbing her hips, and pulling her in, kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear, and I know that it's only a wish, and that we're not standing by the water fountain

Regulus : Now he's grabbing her hips, and pulling her in, kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear, and she knows that she shouldn't listen, and that she should be with me by the water fountain

#lgbtq #harry potter #marauders #jegulus #gay #these songs are so them #sunseeker #starchaser #james x regulus #james potter #regulus black #this is actually so depressing tbh-

26 notes · View notes