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sskk-manifesto · 7 months
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A TWENTY SECONDS PAUSE???????
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teaboot · 22 days
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Feels weird leaving an ask, like I’m walking up to a sage on a mountain and asking advice but that sage is likely just some guy in his pj’s eating cheese. Anyway any advice for how to be okay with being perceived? It’s hard to not feel like everything I do whilst in someone eyeline is embarrassing
I'm actually eating Pierogi in the bathtub right now so this is perfect
Okay first off, currently working my way out of the wet paper bag that is Social Anxiety that once had me agoraphobic and melting down on my way to buy groceries, just so you know what you're working with
Care about how you dress, but not in like, a fashion way. Just a "I like how I feel in this shirt" sort of way. And not so much, "I look good in these pants so I will wear them to be perceived Correctly", as, "I feel great in these house slippers and when I feel good I'm confident and when I'm confident I give less of a shit what the haters might think". Wear what feels good. Cut your hair and do your face and nails whatever way feels good. Appearance is secondary to vibes.
Lean into the funny. I waited 10 minutes in line for a coffee order that had already been set out for me this morning, and when the barista noticed, we both had a good laugh. Five years ago that would have killed me. Now I'm glad these poor workers will have a funny story over their bland ass shift. When I was in retail that would have been adorable and hilarious! And so, my goofemup is a gift. I am full of blessings
Get louder and watch as nothing bad happens. Take up more space and watch as nobody yells at you. Wear brighter or skimpier or janglier outfits and bask I the glory that is "Nobody gives a shit except the nice strangers who give me compliments". Marvel at how far you can push the envelope before anyone so much as comments on it. This will free you.
Say yes to terrifying opportunities to be Seen. Karaoke, dance, improv. And if you can't do it sincerely, embody a caricature of yourself. It's terrifying and it sucks eternally and forever and ever and ever like hellfire until suddenly it doesn't. Then have fun.
Be honest. Not unkind, but blunt if you need to. "I'm having a bad time". "This kinda sucks for me". "I know you hate this song but you can deal with these last 30 seconds because I need it to live". Mostly people will think it's a joke but respect it anyway. God bless
Please keep in mind that I am flying by the seat of my pants here and this is just stuff that's worked for me. I am still a nervous disaster crying into the void. Good luck space cowboy
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fuxuannie · 11 months
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This is honestly my first time requesting anything so I'm kinda nervous ngl lol.
May I request some HCs with Dan Heng, Jing Yuan and/or Blade with a GN Reader who dislikes physical touches? As in, if someone hugs them and grabs their arm they recoil as fast as they can because they're uncomfortable? And will only be okay with physical affection when it's needed or if it's their partner?
Thank you for possibly considering this request, and have a good day or night :)
* pairing(s) : various hsr men (4) x gender neutral reader
* prompt : request ♡
* authors note : this request is SO me-core, as someone who's horrible with physical touch, i think im the best candidate for this /j thank you for the req and i'm honored im your first! this is really messy, im sorry T.T
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DAN HENG was one of the first people to notice your discomfort with physical touch when you joined the Astral Express. March 7th tried to cling onto you, but instinctively you moved out of her way. (and admittedly almost made her stumble and fall doing so.) Profusely apologizing for that little accident, but you never really let people hold onto you.
So when you two got together, Dan Heng was pleasantly surprised with how clingy you really were. Whenever he was working in the Archives, the arms wrapping his waist and leaning on his back couldn't have been anyone else, he didn't wanna ask or point it out, just incase you would've been embarrassed or awkward about it.
Not only giving, but receiving. You used to refuse any form of physical touch but now the way he holds you in his arms is a blessing. You fit so perfectly, like you were meant for him, and he's so glad that you are. He helped you learn to love touch, and you helped him realize he loved to touch.
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"I'll be there after work, I promise." You remember JING YUAN saying, and you told yourself you could survive a few hours waiting for him. So there you waited patiently, sitting alone on one of the outdoor tables by the restaurant you planned the date on.
It was almost time for him to arrive, and you were just happy you'd be seeing him soon, but you hear a throat clear behind you. You put your left arm by the back of your seat and turn around. "Hello there!" The man asked, a friendly smile on his face but something felt odd about it. A sixth sense intuition that somehow he didn't have the best intentions.
"You seem to be alone," Oh no. "I can give you a much better time." You force a laugh, flicking your wrist while doing so. "It's quite alright, he'll be arriving any minute now." And that seems to annoy the man, his kindness running thin. "Listen, he's clearly not interested-"
His hand goes up to grab your arm on the chair, but in one swift movement, you stand up and pull away. "Please. Do not touch me so casually." You say sternly, sending a glare towards the stranger. But the familiar feeling of a hand around your waist calms you down, you look at your boyfriend, who looks back at you apologetically. The man had long left, realizing who he may or may not have pissed off.
"I'm sorry I couldn't have arrived sooner." He says with a tired sigh. "It's alright, I'm glad you're here."
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BLADE doesn't exactly care nor mind, he wasn't much of a touchy person either. But he'll do the little things like locking arms or letting you hold onto him.
He will get annoyed and maybe even confront people when it comes to situations where he feels like he has to. His mere glare can send people off running, so you're greatful to have him around.
You did like it when he'd hug you or hold you. It was rare, but when he let himself rest for a few hours, you're his personal pillow for that time period.
Kafka would mess with him every once in a while, touching your arm and making you feel ever so slightly awkward and the glare Blade gives would scare any ordinary person. She loves the reaction she gets out of him, seeing you get pulled away and his hands on your waist posessively.
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"CAELUS, wait-" March 7th and Dan Heng tried to stop him, but suddenly the trailblazer walks up to you and wraps his arms around your figure. The other two expected you two slap him in the face, or something to push him away, but the way you payed no notice to the way he holds onto you surprises them.
"Whaaat..??"
"Oh! Right, this is my partner. Hehe." He'd snicker, already seeing March 7th's absolutely baffled expression. "You have a PARTNER??? AND IT'S (name)?!"
You're known in the Station for being a researcher who despised being touched, most people knew how passive aggressive you'd get depending on how you were touched, and the intentions behind it. "I'm the one exception to that whole thingy they have, I'm just really special." Caelus sparkled in pride, before clearing your throat. "You're about to lose that privilege if you don't let me go and look at some papers."
Caelus apologizes, pulling away as you huff. "Thank you." And you return to your work.
"I still can't believe Caelus pulls.."
"What in the GALAXY is that supposed to mean?!"
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softest-punk · 12 days
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Loving the vamp/pet AU...it's giving me too many thoughts
Vamp lord Dream would be the sort to hide away up in his castle until Hob drags him down to the town for a night of drinking and merriment. Hob is very confused when he wakes up alone, only to find Dream at the schoolhouse begrudgingly reading a pile of books to the children after having been cornered by one and being berated until he did all the voices. Suddenly storytime with Dream becomes a more regular occurrence to the point where the school teacher (I'm imagining gault) actively has to start shooing him out of her classroom.
Also (because I am always the sort to make Hob and Jo old friends regardless of the AU) world renowned vampire hunter Johanna Constantine showing up to 'save' her friend who went missing, and upon finding him in Dream's bed willingly thinks Hob's enthralled or something. That is until she watched Hob play with one of Dream's many raven familiars while Dream watches with Heart Eyes™ and is like "Oh no, they're both insane" though she gives Dream the shovel talk anyway before leaving.
Okay so I did have ✨a vision✨ very much like that first scenario so I have written it down and am going to share it here :D
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Hob’s primary motivation in getting Dream to agree to come down to the pub with him had been, secretly, that he’d wanted Dream to see how universally respected and adored he is. How people knew it was him who made sure their homes were warm in the winter, that they all had enough food in their bellies, that the sick were tended to and the children well-educated and the young men looking for apprenticeships got them, even if they had to leave his slice of London for it, and that the ones who wanted to go to university went with his blessing and his help, and the elderly weren’t forgotten, and so on. That they all knew he took care of them, and they were grateful, and loved him.
He’s glad Dream had agreed, because he’s spent the whole night looking shocked by people thanking him, and smiling at him, and greeting him warmly. Hob had been fairly sure he thought most of them were afraid of him. But they weren’t. Not really. They were scared of giving their tithe because it was medical and a little painful and no matter how comfortable and calm and clean the surroundings were, it still made them nervous. Dream had always been a good master, and they all knew it.
Hob sips his pint as Dream, a touch stunned, talks amicably with yet another of his people. The thing is, Hob’s noticed, that he does know the details of their lives. He’s asked after babies, and older children, parents, suitors, and business interests, one after another without needing to be reminded about any of it.
He cares. He cares so much.
Hob loves him. He’s probably staring moonstruck at him between sips of his pint for all the pub to see. He doesn’t care. They all know, obviously, and anyone who approaches Dream gives him a kind look and a pat on the arm as they leave.
“Mr. Gadling?” a voice asks at his elbow.
“Sally!” Hob turns to beam at the little girl—ten years old next week—who’d been one of his first friends here.
He’d come as a bookseller, picking himself up after a disastrous fall from grace, and Sally loved books. She hadn’t been at all wary of him for being a stranger, and they’d bonded quickly.
A gaggle of other children, mostly younger, begin to gather around Hob’s side of the table, all their dear little faces familiar. His little informal book club, who had their own corner in the back of the shop to huddle together over stories they read to each other. Or, when the shop was quiet, that Hob read to them.
“Hello, my darlings. How’ve you been keeping?”
“We miss you,” Alice complains, swinging from Sally’s skirt.
“Is that really Mr. Dream?” Johnny, always the brave one, asks.
Hob glances over at Dream, who turns out to be watching the children as though he’s never seen one.
“That’s him,” Hob says, beaming. “Told you he wasn’t scary.”
“Are you married to him?” another voice pipes up.
“Can he turn into a bat?”
“Does he suck the blood through his fangs?”
“How old is he?”
Hob laughs, and laughs, gesturing for a break in the stream of questions.
“Don’t you think some of those are very personal questions?” he chides lightly. So lightly it seems to have no effect at all.
“I do not mind answering them,” Dream says. “In reverse order: I am three hundred and seventy-four years old, I am obliged to swallow the blood like any of you would swallow food or drink, I cannot become a bat myself, but I have a coven sister who can become a whole swarm of them.”
“And are we married?” Hob asks, delighting in watching Dream talk to the children with all the patience in the world.
“I have braided the golden thread of your soul into the tattered remains of mine,” Dream says. “And hold the bond I share with you more dearly than anything else I have to my name. I would relinquish every penny I have, every ounce of power and every square inch of territory if you asked it of me and be content as long as I could keep your company. But we are not married, no. We could be, if that would please you.”
Hob opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again, makes a sound that had probably once aspired to be a coherent sentence, and then closes it again with a click.
Dream’s brows furrow. Like he didn’t even hear himself speak.
“Will you read to us?” a tiny voice breaks the silence. Hob laughs as a worn copy of Gulliver’s Travels is passed to Sally to be offered to him. Kids have no use for the dramatic, sweeping love of a particularly sentimental vampire. Adventure stories, however, are worth having.
Hob looks at the book, and then across the table to Dream, a plan forming in his mind.
“Why don’t you ask him?” Hob says, nodding across the table to Dream. “He reads to me, sometimes. He’s really good at it.”
There’s a brief pause, a chittering conference, and then a chorus of please that would put the angels themselves to shame.
Dream looks between Hob, and the children.
“You did just promise me anything if it’d make me happy,” Hob points out. This is really for Dream, but he’s not good at taking things for himself. If Hob wants it, though, that’s a different matter.
Five minutes later, Dream’s ensconced in an armchair by the fire, where there’s enough room to move the armchairs and a rug for the children to sit at his feet on. A couple of brave ones sit on the arms of the chair, and one—George, an absolutely fearless three-year-old—sets himself confidently in Dream’s lap.
The look of wonder on Dream’s face makes Hob’s heart swell behind his ribs. He’s always beautiful, of course, but especially so now. Absolutely glowing. Surrounded by enrapt children and more than a few curious adults.
“My father,” Dream begins, low and soothing as ever. “Had a small estate in Nottinghamshire; I was the third of five sons.”
Whenever Hob read to these particular children, they interrupted him regularly with questions and comments. He’d never minded, it’d all been part of the fun.
They don’t interrupt Dream. They sit there enrapt, like Hob does, hypnotised by the low soothing cadence of Dream’s voice. In the beginning, he’d struggled a little to adapt to a more nocturnal lifestyle, and Dream had talked him to sleep of a morning until he’d started getting sleepy naturally then.
More than one of the youngest kids drops off, leaning on their neighbours.
It’s only when the clock strikes ten that Hob realises he’s been listening to Dream read for well over an hour. Nearly two.
Hob’s sudden start makes Dream pause and look at him, uncertain, book dangling from his hand as he surveys his audience, half of it asleep now and the other half getting there.
“Oh,” he says.
“That might be enough for one night?” Hob suggests, giving some of the older children a nudge.
It’s only then he realises that the whole pub had been under the same spell, when everyone comes back to themself at once. Hob realises, belatedly, that Dream’s voice isn’t just soothing because it’s low and quiet. It gets inside him. He knows that. He loves it.
It’s magic. Of course it is. Vampire magic.
Harmless, though. He wouldn’t have done it to the children if it wasn’t harmless.
Their parents begin to collect them, most of them being told to thank Dream for reading to them, which evidently surprises him. By the end of it, though, he’s glowing with happiness. Not everyone would be able to tell, but Hob can. Hob knows him, and the way he nearly wriggles with contentment when he feels loved and wanted. He can see it now, the restless itch of pleasure.
He’s beautiful all the time, but never more so than when he’s happy.
“Was my performance adequate?” Dream asks as Hob perches on the arm of his chair in the nearly empty pub.
“You’ll get requests all the time now,” Hob says with a grin. “Don’t be surprised if you find them all at the door first thing in the evening.”
Dream scoffs, and takes Hob home.
The next evening, when there’s a knock on the door, Hob smiles.
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angelrari · 4 months
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gossip girl · pt. ix
based on the tv series gossip girl
max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader
fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie) · jasmine tookes (lily)
a/n: hi!! thank you once again for the feedback, i really appreciate it!!!! here's a new part for you! it took me such a long time to figure out what i wanted to write in this part. it's definitely the one i've rewritten the most times so far, i just wasn't satisfied of how it was turning out, but it's finally here. i hope you enojoy it!!!! 🤍
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the mediterranean weather was a blessing. the sun shone so brightly it felt like it was a spring day although it already was mid october. lily and jolie, who were sitting in front of you, were talking about baby nora while you stared out the window. you could not focus on your sister and your friend's conversation. max's name echoed on your mind for the hundredth time today as you imagined what could've happened the day before in charles' apartment.
"y/n". lily called. "you seem distracted".
"thinking about max again?". jolie teased you.
"no, well- yeah". you confessed and jolie squealed, but lily, who always had been good at reading you, seemed intrigued by your answer.
"what's wrong?".
"nothing. it's just- yesterday charles and i were about to kiss when you arrived". you explained and jolie soundly gasped. "and i feel terrible about it. things with max were- are going great. he's such a nice guy and he makes me feel comfortable and safe".
"but?".
"but charles- fuck- he's messing with my head". you replied. "and i know i should ignore these old feelings, but god i can't if he's acting the way he is".
"look". lily said. "i understand the way you feel about charles. you two dated for years, had a beautiful and healthy relationship and broke up because you both had very different plans for the years ahead. now you're back in monaco and it just makes perfect sense for you two to go and try to be back together. but y/n- i hate saying this, but he was dating léa two seconds ago".
"yeah, can't defend him from that, can i?". you chuckled.
"no. i just- you know i love charles to bits, but god he doesn't know how to be alone. don't get me wrong, i do think he cares about you a lot and he feels affection for you, but i don't think you can take him seriously right now. plus, from what you have told us, max seems like a lovely guy".
"he is". jolie added.
"i think you should give him a chance". lily added. "charles has already had his".
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three weeks, that's how long you would have to wait to see max again. firstly, he would be travelling to austin, then mexico and, lastly, brasil. three gps in three weeks was insane and, although you wished you had the time to travel around the world to watch your friends race, you would have to stay in monaco.
the sun was setting when you passed by max's apartment. for the past days, you could not stop thinking about him. somehow you felt guilty. what if charles ignored the doorbell? would you have kissed him? would you have pushed him away? your mind was a mess.
for the past few days, max had been texting you. you had been busier than ever and he knew that, so when you rejected a restaurant date a couple of days ago he knew it was nothing personal. but you felt bad. so today, after having a long day at work, you decided to call him to ask him if he was home and he gladly invited you to come over to his place.
"hey". he said as he opened the door. "come in".
after hearing the sound of the door closing, you felt max's arms hug tightly your body as he kissed softly your neck. subconsciously you smiled widely feeling the warmth of his body against yours.
"i'm sorry i came over unannounced".
"it's okay". he said. "i'm glad you did".
his apartment was cozy, white furniture stood out against the wooden floor. it was tidy, more than you had imagined. quickly you spotted two beautiful cats lying on the couch, who were starring at you with their guard up.
"have you had dinner yet?". he asked and you gently shook your head. "i was about to cook something-".
"i'll help you".
max helped you take off your coat and placed it on the couch before softly stroking the two heads of the cats as he asked them to behave. the felines meowed loudly in response and it almost seemed like they had understood what their owner had told them.
max was a decent cook, not as skilled as you were, but definitely better than your ex (at least he was helpful in the kitchen). he carefully cut the tomatoes, following your instructions precisely.
"i have been invited to las vegas gp". you said and his blue eyes looked into yours. "and, well, abu dhabi too".
"oh, that's nice". he said. "are you going?".
"well, my father has been trying to convince me for days, he thinks it will be great to impress the shareholders, but i wanted to ask you first if you were okay with it".
"y/n". he said as he carefully dried his hands with a dish towel. "you don't even need to ask me that".
"i know, but it's your work, so i wanted to make sure first. i don't want to overstep".
"i'd love to have you around". he replied as he grabbed your waist with both of his hands to pull you closer. "you'll make that vegas shitshow way more interesting".
"maybe you should ditch the gp so we can go party all night".
"i'll crash the car in turn one and wish checo the best". max said and you softly chuckled.
"and the team debrief?".
"i'll find a way to skip it". max replied. "i'll make up any excuse to leave earlier".
"good". you said as you rested your arms on his shoulders. "that sounds great".
"it's a plan, then".
max slowly leaned in and instinctively you closed your eyes waiting for his lips to touch yours. he was always careful with you, kissing you softly as he tried to ignore his primal urges, but the way you pulled him closer as you deepened the kiss was driving him insane. feeling how your body pressed against his was making him easily lose control.
"why don't you stay here tonight?".
"i will".
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mashiraostail · 2 months
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your gang orca praise kink stuff goes soooo crazy please give us some gentle dom praising from halsin w Fem reader PLEASE
glad u like it thank u!!
yall are crazy outing your praise kink in my ask box. Ask and u shall receive tho!!! Kind of a long one, i care for u guys so I have to feed u.
NSFW under the cut!
Aches blossomed like weeds all over your poor body. Maybe you should have brought Halsin along on this one, a healer would have done you well about 3 hours ago. He stayed back, or perhaps he went on his own way for the day. For all your not seeing eye to eye Astarion was seemingly happy to help you hobble along with an arm slung over his shoulder.
He's biting something back and Karlach all but shoves it out of him.
"Thank you. For...taking those hits for me." He rolls his eyes when he says it, but it does nothing to veil his grateful tone, "i can't imagine it was pleasant."
"It wasn't." You muse back, "but you're helping me along."
"Well-" He sputters, "I figured you could take it since you have Halsin waiting for you with baited breath every night."
He was right, you did. He tried to be subtle, to give everyone a once over after a hard day, but he always lingered on you. He liked you, perhaps more, it was obvious. At least when you stumble back to camp he has a reason to make a b-line to you first.
"What happened?" He takes you from Astarion, who snickers a bit at you.
"Nothing, just the typical day." You shrug.
"Is everyone else okay?" Bless him, he feigns interest in the other 3 trailing behind you.
"Don't worry." Wyll waves, "we'll live."
"Come with me." He doesn't even respond to Wyll, he was not as good of an actor as he hoped to be.
You go with him, not that he gave you much of a choice, guiding you away before he could even finish. He settles you down by a shallow river not too far off from camp. He brings a bowl and a rag, with a small sack of supplies to clean you off with.
"I know you're capable." He starts, as he wipes layers of blood and grime away from your skin, "i'm not underestimating you-"
"I understand." You cut him off before he can prattle off into a nervous explanation as to why he seems to favor you over the others when you're injured.
You fall back into silence as he cleans you off.
"Look up at me." Fingers on your chin crane your gaze up to him, if he's trying to be seductive it has certainly worked, and if he wasn't it was cruel. He's scanning your face, his eyes meet your gaze.
"Will I live?" There's a coyness to your voice that just about knocks him off balance.
"Yes, lucky me. Does your head hurt?"
"Not at all." You felt better, under his caring hands, there was a dull soreness now, it overtook the harsh and stinging aches.
It was already dark, nobody had bothered to call the pair of you for dinner, perhaps more knowing than they let on.
"Can I do anything else for you?" He asks, kneeling now but still tall enough to be gazing down at you. The dull light of your lantern made him glow.
"No-" Suddenly you can't play coy anymore, it's like his sucked the air out of your lungs, he takes your hand.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" when he asks he traces his fingers over the back of your knuckles.
"Of course." You nod, something flutters under your ribs. He brushes his lips over the back of your hand, and it lights you up. It's such a silly, small, innocuous gesture, but it makes your stomach warm.
"Thank you." He looks up from the back of your hand to catch your gaze.
You kiss your teeth, your mouth feels dry all of a sudden, "why thank me?"
"Because you're allowing me." Halsin murmurs it, "I'm grateful to be let so close to you." He kisses his way up your arm in a galant gesture, though it makes you feel light headed none the less. When he reaches the crook of your neck, the shallow divot where your shoulder ends he stops, and drops your arm gently onto your lap.
"You can act modest, or play coy," He continues despite the lack of contact, which makes you feel cold and even more exposed then when he's ravishing you. "But you know how I want you. You indulge me."
"Please," You're fluttering, you try to sound casual but you're fluttering like a moth and Halsin is a big, bright fire drawing you in. "it's self serving."
"Even better." He elects to sit beside you, "indulge yourself in me."
"Oh gods." You feel hot, in the back of your neck, in your chest, between your legs.
"What?" Halsin reaches for you, you let him, he wraps an arm around you, he draws you in. "don't you want to?"
"I do-" You're practically whining despite the fact he has not denied you, and probably never would. You turn your face into his neck, nosing at his collar. He makes a pleased noise at the feeling, and brings a hand up to cup your hair.
"Then tell me what you want. You can have it, you deserve it. Anything, just tell me."
You aren't sure when you make your way into his lap, when the desire to taste his skin becomes so potent that you have no choice but to glide your tongue over his collar bone. He's happy to rub up your back and thighs, to pull your closer by the back of your head.
"Is it me you want?"
You moan, gasping, you aren't sure when you started rutting against his leg, but he seems all the more happy to have you there so you cast aside the sheer embarrassment of it all.
"You can have it, you can have me. All you have to do is take it. I'll let you, I'm yours for the taking."
You practically cry at that, you aren't sure when you'd become so pent up.
"You can have me." One of his hands is holding onto the bend of your hip, guiding them against his leg in a languid rolling pace, "you already do. You deserve it, all of it, whatever you want. Tell me."
You let him take your shirt off, you're more than keen to free him of his.
"I must have been particulalry well behaved in my past life." For a breif moment his hand releases your hips and he's gliding rough palms over your chest and stomach, "you're such a lovely thing..." He ducks down, kisses at your chest, pulling you away from the perfect friction of his thigh to the warm heat of his mouth and tongue.
He's kissing, licking and nipping at the newly exposed skin while his hands trail over your ass, up your back and thighs, drawing you in impossibly closer to his mouth.
"I'd give you the world, anything you'd ask." He pushes the small of your back, guiding you back down onto his lap, "but you only want me?"
"Do you really feel that way? That I should have whatever I ask for? Whatever I want?"
The sight of your chest heaving, glistening from his mouth makes him groan, "how could I not? Tell me what you want, My hands? My mouth?"
You feel on the verge of passing out, terrible and blissful all at once.
He lifts you as he stands, but just a quickly sets you down again laying on your back.
"Are you sore?" His hands hold your waist, his nose is at your jaw, "I'd be content just to stay here, looking at you, kissing you. We would not need to anything more to sate me." He assures you, "the sight of you like this alone would be enough to satisfy me for lifetimes to come."
"No." You're breathless, you shake your head.
"No?" Despite what he's said he sounds hopeful, grateful, pleased even.
"No." All you can think to do is repeat him. You help him help you out of your pants.
"Will you let me?" He's already lowering himself between your legs, you flush.
"You hardly have to ask permission."
"Yes?" He pushes you for it anyways, of course you indulge him.
"Yes."
It's been hundreds of years, of course he was an attentive and...skilled lover, but this was almost too much.
Your back arched off the ground, his hands were there, big and warm and slightly rough, he held your waist there his fingers wrapping around to the small of your back where it arched. Where they held you his hands pulled you closer, just barely.
He didn't protest when your thighs closed around his head, when they squeezed, or when your hands pulled him impossibly closer by his hair. In fact he sounded more than pleased at all of the above. Every time he had a spare breath he was singing you praises. You were perfect, you cried out for him perfectly, and you were so easy to love.
His hands squeezed your waist where they held you, he groaned every time you called his name.
When you do reach your climax it almost blinds you for a second, but Halsin doesn't seem interested in letting you rest until you force him off with a keening sort of whine at the overstimulation.
"I'm sorry," He's kissing at your legs, your lower stomach and up your ribs ravenously, "I can't bring myself to stop with you."
It's so easy to open yourself up to him, to let him take and for you to take what you want.
"You're so lovely." He's kissing around your chest, subtly gasping for you air, "I'd mistake you for an angel if not for the things we do together." He guides your legs around him, closing the small amount of space left between you.
"If I didn't know you to be so truly good then I'd mistake you for something much more sinister than an angel, considering the spell you must have put on me." He's arching up into your hands, turning and preening at every touch and heavy breath, "do you know what you have done to me?"
Eventually you stop your head spinning enough to fumble with his pants, until there's nothing at all between you.
"I was taken by you from our first meeting," He groans as you undress him, "but all the things I dreamt have been put to shame at the feeling of the reality of it in my hands." He takes in an uneven breath as your hands run over his cock, you turn your head to open your neck to him, he's glad to muffle himself into it. The feeling of his low groans vibrates the crook of your neck. You arch your back, pressing your chest into his which seems to set him over the edge.
"You're the most lovely thing I've ever laid my hands on, please, say you'll have me." As if it wasn't obvious, as if you weren't laying naked below him, blossoming at his lips and fingertips.
He guides himself easily into you It’s hardly painful, it barely stings, it tingles up to your stomach, and it’s pleasant. A blooming sort of feeling that you often pined for once it was gone. It was fleeting and easily missed when it dissipated. He's captivated by you, your expressions, the way you cry out, the wavering in your voice.
As with all things, he's incredibly gracious with you, giving you long, deep rolls of his hips and easy praise. He enjoys watching you melt from it, it makes his chest warm with affection.
"You're divine," He doesn't mind your arms around his neck, he holds you closer with a hand between your shoulder blades, "every single time." He enjoys the feeling of your hand holding the back of his head too.
"Every time I swear you can have me, but you're always bent at my will aren't you? Beautiful, obedient, and mine for the taking. Look at me."
All you can do is obey and nod, maybe a bit dumbly. You wrap your legs tighter around him, there was no way you'd last very long in this state. He holds you by your chin, he keeps his eyes on you whenever you cum, muttering out obscene praises. Occasionally he'll use his hold on you to turn your head to the side, to observe your throat, he swears he can see your pulse beating.
When the pair of you are finished Halsin seems perfectly fine to dip into the shallow river, it hardly reaches his waist.
"Come here," He insists, "I'll hold you."
"is it cold?" You roll over to see him.
"No, barely." He waves you over, and fuck, you're still coming down from your high, still bent at his will. You go to him, you let him guide you by your hand into the river, once you're close enough he holds the crook of your elbow, then the bend of your waist.
You rest your head against his chest as he runs wet hands over your hair.
"Many people have held my favor in my life," He looks down at you, "but I don't recall ever being so enthralled by someone." He runs a wet hand down the side of your face, "some days I dread the thought of our paths diverging."
"Don't think you'll be rid of me so easily" You manage to be a bit cheeky. Despite yourself you brush gentle fingers over the side of his neck, he closes his eyes thankfully.
"Kiss me." His voice is quiet but steadfast. Of course you go to him.
When he pulls away it's just enough to speak, "you know I adore you, tell me you do."
"I know." You grin and push his damp hair back, "you're especially sentimental today."
"I suppose I...must have missed your company." He decides, "we usually travel together."
"Is that it? I'm not complaining, maybe we'll travel separately more often."
He groans, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up, "don't be cruel to me when you were so well behaved all night. I'm not sure what I'll do."
You laugh, bracing yourself against his chest as he prepares to drop you into the river, "no please, I swear to keep you dutifully at my side from now on, just don't drop me in this water!"
He's ravishing your neck again, your laughter made his chest burn with affection, "I truly can never deny you."
You have a feeling tonight may be a longer night than average.
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Next Thing You Know || Q.H
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Synopsis: After meeting Quinn at a bar in your 20's you can't believe how fast the time flies.
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liked by yourbestfriend, quinnhughes, and others... y/nmathews met this guy at a bar and next thing you know he's my boyfriend....
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yourbestfriend I'll kill him. He better treat you right.
y/nmathews oh he is girl
austonmathews do i know him. does he play hockey. and how old is he.
y/nmathews idk. maybe. lols
quinnhughes seems like a stud
jackhughes that back looks familiar....
y/nmathews no it doesn't!
lukehughes YES IT DOES @quinnhughes
quinnhughes shut up.
jackhughes @austonmathews do we approve of this?
austonmathews i'm just glad it isn't you with your grubby hands.
jackhughes excuse me?
quinnhughes
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quinnhughes never thought I could love like this.
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jackhughes thought you said you were staying single for awhile
lukehughes he did infact say that.
quinnhughes don't be mad that you guys cant pull like I can
y/nmathews I love you <3
quinnhughes I love you more baby
ellenhughes such sweethearts
austonmathews this is...
jackhughes nasty?
lukehughes absoutely fucking crazy?
y/nmathews can you guys leave us alone please?
austonmathews sorry.
jackhughes im not
lukehughes me either
quinnhughes .
yourbestfriend OKAY THIS IS CUTE
quinnhughes
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quinnhughes next thing you know she moved in! ... and brought her weird ass dog with her...
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austonmathews the first picture...
y/nmathews is so cute!
austonmathews no.
y/nmathews WEIRD ASS DOG?! excuse me sir Zues is a little baby
quinnhughes he could squash us both.
y/nmathews hes. a. little. baby.
quinnhughes he ways 140 pounds...
y/nmathews shhhhh he's my baby.
mitchmarner @austonmathews YOU LET HER TAKE THE DOG?!
austonmathews its her dog?
mitchmarner NO NO NO It was yours as much as it was hers.
y/nmathews he didn't take care of that dog, it was all me.
mitchmarner zues squared tho :(...
y/nmathews ill bring him with me when I visit.
y/nmathews
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y/nmathews Mrs. y/n hughes has a ring to it.
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quinnhughes I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you baby
y/nhughes I love you more than anything else in this world
austonmathews when he asked for my blessing, I didn't think he would propose so quickly.
quinnhughes oops?
austonmathews if she's happy, I'm happy.
y/nmathews im more than happy :)
jackhughes god she's gonna be moms favorite now
ellenhughes she already is :)
lukehughes MOM NO I AM
quinnhughes in your dreams Luke it was me before y/n
yourbestfrind AWWWW BABY
y/nmathews my maid of honor <3
quinnhughes
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quinnhughes the best weekend of my life. To my beautiful wife, I love you more than any words could ever say. You are the sunshine of my life and I have no idea where I would be without you. Thank you for choosing me to spend the rest of your life with.
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y/nhughes wouldn't wanna be doing life wiht anyone else. I love you quinn.
quinnhughes I love you too baby
jackhughes congrats to both of you! I love you both.
y/nhughes awww rowdy, we love you
ellenhughes Congratulations! welcome to the family officially y/n!
y/nhughes thank you!!
austonmathews You got a good one Quinn. Congrats to both of you!
lukehughes huggy is all grown up :(
quinnhughes i've been grown.
y/nhughes
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y/nhughes the honesymoon has been nothing short but amazing.
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austonmathews Zues misses his parents come back soon
y/nhughes or do you just miss me?
austonmathews ...
jackhughes QUINNS A SIMP
y/nhughes I can't deny that
quinnhughes for her yes I am a simp.
quinnhughes mrs. quinn hughes looking great!
y/nhughes mr. quinn hughes looking even better
lukehughes vomit.
y/nhughes
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y/nhughes surprise! baby hughes on the way!
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austonmathews I'M GONNA BE AN UNCLE?!
jackhughes WE ARE GONNA BE UNCLES?!
lukehughes WEE ARE GONNA BE UNCLES?!
mitchmarner WEEE ARE GONNA BE UNCLES?!
y/nhughes yes you are ALL gonna be uncles.
austonmathews so like whose the god father...?
jackhughes me
lukehughes uhmmmm no me.
quinnhughes both of you stop.
ellenhughes congrats! the baby is gonna be a little angel!
quinnhughes I am so excited baby!
y/nhughes me too! Can't wait for little nugget.
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quinnhughes surprise twin boys! Y/n and I are so excited to introduce Sawyer Warren Hughes and Seth Auston Hughes.
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y/nhughes I am so excited to be doing life with you and them! I can't picture a better family! I love your three more than anything in this entire world.
quinnhughes and we love you all the way to the moon and back baby.
austonmathews you named one of them after me?
mitchmarner he is quite literally crying rn.
y/nhughes awww Aus, come over and meet your god children :)
austonmathews are you being serious? I am the god father???
quinnhughes we couldn't think of any one more perfect for the role
lukehughes I am so honored.
y/nhughes we love you lukey.
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Hi hi! Have you seen the new Rook and Jade cards?
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TWST REALLY SAID HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR (they dropped these card designs when it was still Christmas day in my time zone www) 🤡 IMAGINE THE PURE DISTRESS AND TERROR I FELT WHEN I SAW THE NEWS FOR THE FIRST TIME, I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY BREAKfAST The New Year Attire card artwork looks fantastic this year!! zs,j bdhjvkas3t77135f38odwOYdtSIvyiadiyisa I THINK THE tHIRD ANON SAID IT BEST, TREY, ROOK, AND JADE LOOK LIKE YAKUZA DRESSED NICELY TO USHER IN THE NEW YEAR 😭 and Ortho's there to be their cute and innocent errand boy nephew (when in reality he's committing just as many crimes as they are); I KNOW this kid's not above pulling out a laser beam and threatening people to get what he wants.
Trey finally gets another event SSR (man deserves it after like 4 Rs OTL) and not gonna lie, he kinda looks like my grandpa in that outfit... I really like the pattern on his rose print scarf and the flowerpiece though; you can also see the classic Heartslabyul solid sleeve-checkered sleeve combo. The parasol he's holding is nice too, it makes me think about him whimsically twirling it around as he walks through confetti.
This isn't one of my favorite looks for Ortho, but again I really appreciate how the designers and artists used their creativity to reinterpret the traditional NY garb into robotic parts! You can tell Ortho's "clothes" are more blocky and rigid than the others', yet it still retains the festive feel of the line. There seem to be cables and wires attached to the piece pinned to his chest, and, of course, three doggos at his waist to symbolize Cerberus~
Trey and Ortho being on the same banner... It feels like Ortho was dropped off for Trey to babysit, and Trey's the kind old grandpa who dotes on his grandkid.
... Okay, that's enough of being civil 😇
t315751vAUVgddfiyCUvILNDADFFIYAIBFQEOBNABHOACsdaafjkuc??F<>>Mw/q12yft7BLINJZ>?????m,A'PSCPK[QJNsn;nbegquo PLEASE, I'M SCREAMING AND CRYinf aG ON THE GORUNDA RN OTL Of course TWST would release a new Rook SSR not too long after I said Rollo has replaced Rook in my heart as the superior pseudo French anime boy, OF COURSE. WHY DiD THE YM HAVE TO GIVE hiM SUCH A SMYSTERIOSYF SMU g FACE TOO..... . . . ........ . . . .... . . . . AND THAT LIGHTING??//????? ? ?? ? ?hELLO??? ?? ? ?? ? ????? ? GORGEOUS 😭 THE FAN??? ? ?? ? ? ? ?? ? ?? HOW HE's POSED AEJQWHLBIWQ WIHT IT, weL,Ccopmaifn G YOU INTO YHTE SHOP... I'M GOIBNG TO DUCKIUFN G CHEW HSis FINGNERS OFF, HOLD ME BACK BEOFRE I DOn kqw fhgutiuqfvwofueiyviHnsoguewtqtbwipFFQEGFVIVOQE8?>vLM;N;AEGFLQMJEINP I'm not super into Rook's outfit though; the peacock imagery incorporated into his robes and stuck in his hat are kinda... too much for me? The colors are also weirdly blocked out; it looks odd to have the hat as being the one prominent part of the outfit in red. I would have expected... I don't know, more red throughout the entire outfit? BUT IT'S OKAY, ROOK'S FACE STILL LOOKS GOOD AND THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS HERE
ADKJBLBSLiyfiysafvoyvgad8fVEFQGIYUOVBVADLM;vsomjvsM,.38920TH??:vL;,AD'PGDMA'PFSm J WORD, NEW YEAR'S J WORD IS HERE 🤡 I'M SO GLAD HE';S NOT THE SSR, I CAN EAISLYR MAX HIM OUT BLESS YOIU MCIUAHRD MOUSE 🙏 ABSHLDVUYADVOQDWADOLBIPfsp ip BIG FAN, HUGE FAN OF HIS POSE HERE OTL rUBINGNG HIS HANDS TOGETHE R AND BENDING SLIGHTLYT FORWARD, INCLinING HIS HEAD TOWARD YOU...... .. ............ . .... . .. . . . . . . .... I CAN SMELL THE USED CAR SaLESMAN ENERgy COMING OFF OF HIM it's working on me He looks like he's still wearing a suit and threw extra shit on top... THAT'S LITERAELLY THE SAME HAT HE WEARS FOR HIS OCTA dORM UNIFORM, HE JUST SLAPPED ON A DIFFERENT HATbaND ACCESSORY. AND SAME WAY OF weARING THE SCARF, JUST USED A DIFFERNT SCARF THIS TIME
I love the fact that Rook and Jade are on the same banner this was made specifically to target me/j, shady bitches deserve to be next to other shady bitches 🤣 Imagine how much pettiness and fake smiling will be had between them????? ???? ??? ? I’ve been dying for more interactions between these two, so this is really a treat for me!! 😋
To summarize: yeaaaaaah uh my rolls are in trouble come 2024 🪦
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First of all Happy New Years and how’re you doin?? I really hope you’re doin well and thriving and your loved ones are doin the same❤️
Second of all I had a thought while high that I needa get out:
Imma mess for domestic Taine. Just takin care of his woman an shit. He likes takin care of her mental load and just truly makin her feel relaxed an shit. Which brings me to his hands….he’s so beefy wit protective ass arms and he’s just ugh🤌 like imagine you had a trash ass day (school, work, family, etc) an he just caresses and massages you, tryna soften you up so youn gotta gts upset or stressed. Lights candles, brings out ya favorite oils/lotions, he even rolls a blunt for you both. He’s givin you deep tissue booty/thigh rubs and ik for a fact his strength channeled through his fingers would make me all mushy an shit….
Along that thought, he can’t help (an youn stop him) but spread ya cheeks a bit, just ta peek at ya folds, only ta see em all gushy an shit. That was a mistake because now he reeeally can’t help himself. You’re all pliable under him and he dips his fingers into ya folds “just ta taste” he tells himself. But he’s dippin into you again…and again…and again till he just says fuck it and devours you from the back. I’m talkin the messy, droolin, beard shiny a shit typa pussy eatin. You just cease to exist cuz he feels too too good. Taine is just maneuvering/manhandling your body any which way and you’re loving it, you’re loving your man. And What were you upset bout again? It’s out the window now.
Phew, glad I got that outta my system🤭
Happy New Year! Many blessings to you and ya fam! I'm getting over Covid. That is the literal devil and I'm glad to be on the other side!
And secondly...why you aint on here writing with the rest of us? Tuh. This was hot and complete all by its lonesome, you don't need me for this one, lordt!
Re-reading and re-reading all night because I, too, want that gorgeous man's big mitts on me.
If You Please
Word Count: 691
A/N: Finally a little drabble! I still write a lot but ya'll caught me on a feral night. There's no big warnings besides oral (fem receiving) and Fontaine being a horny mess. This ask was everything. Not sure if you wanted me to add to it, but couldn't help myself! Excuse me while I go re-read and re-read and re-read.
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And Fontaine is the type to take his time because HE wants to take his time. Because HE can't keep his hands off of you. If you had a bad day? That's okay, he'll work that shit out. Had a good day? He wants to pick you up and taste the happiness from your lips.
But a particularly bad day? Oh, he already had the bath running and candles lit while you talked to him on the way home. How you wanted him to show up with a helicopter and transport you home because you were dog tired. Tiredt!
And after your bath, he does all the work. He dries you off and lays kisses all over your face and body while he towels you down. Leads you to the bed where he lays out a fresh warm towel from the dryer. Makes you lay on your back first so he can rub lotion and smell good into your deep brown skin.
Take his time to work the body cream onto your arms, shoulders, stomach. Smooth it around your breasts because he just can't resist touching you. He rubs the top of your legs, really working his thick fingers into your thighs and finding all these tension knots you didn't know were there.
Then he asks you to flip over and you are putty in his hands. Free to mold you in his arms. To play with your hips and valleys and treasure the canvas God gave him. He rubs your back and your legs. But your ass.
Fontaine is an ass man. Nothin' sweeter than seeing those two big ol' cheeks begging to be claimed by those hands of his. It's so much he can't hold it all. But he loves trying. He loves trying to cup each cheek to see how much he can hold before your ass spills over. He loves to massage your ass.
He loves to watch the grooves and dimples he makes in your ass. The little glimpses of your pussy when he spreads your cheeks are a torture all their own. Got him bricked up and mouth droolin' just from that alone. His tongue glides over his golden grills as he can remember the last time he ate you out, just last night. How pliable and verbal you were.
One little taste won't hurt right? It's your body, he wants you to feel good all over. What better stress relief, right? He wipes his hands on the towel. He can't resist digging his fingers in and suppressing a groan at finding you wet as hell. He knew his hands on you turned you on, but not like this!
Now he really can't resist bringing your sweet essence to his lips and licking his fingers. He can't stop at one taste. Once he tasted you, he had to keep diving in for more. And more until you were sighing and moaning just the way he liked.
"Too tired," you mumbled.
"Too tired to lay there, mama?" He asked.
You couldn't argue with that logic. He didn't need anything back. He just wanted to make you feel good. Making you feel good, made him feel good. And he already got his reward. He was lifting your hips, spreading you wide, and placing his mouth against your pussy and suckling like a starving man to nectar.
He couldn't help groaning and rocking his own hips into the bed, wishing he could flip you over and fuck you. But he wasn't going to be that greedy. He could give. He could give and give until you were a shaking, trembling mess beneath his tongue. Hands splayed on your ass, spreading you open and wide for him.
His nasty little slurps filled the air. His desperate pulls for air blowing against your dripping pussy. Your weak arms grasping the pillow and pulling it close while you came in his mouth. Gushing and dripping all that succulent arousal.
Well, you weren't that tired anymore. As much as you left your job bone tired and weary, unsure how you could possibly go another day, you always found solace in 'Taine's arms.
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mirkwoodshewolf · 11 months
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Oh yay, I love your writing btw!! Could I request Jack Kline discovering that he absolutely LOVES it when reader gives him hickeys?? And after the first time he just keeps asking for them bc he always wants a few on him at all times to remind him of you. Thank you!!!!
Okay first of all anon thank you for the kind words :) so glad you love my writing. And Jack plus hickies hmm.....let's see what we can come up with for this little HC.
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Okay so Jack and hickies, let us begin!
At first, and obviously being new to this whole human intimacy, Jack never really understood why he would see some bite marks on people's necks.
Bless him at first he thought they had been attacked by vampires but managed to escape before they took the first bite.
But after going to you, his partner, you explain to him that those are not bites from a monster, but bite marks from their spouses called hickies.
"So hickies are.......a sign of affection?" he questions.
"They can be. Sometimes people like to mark their partners as theirs."
"Like a possession? But I thought humans weren't things?"
"No, well that really depends on the whole kinky thing depending on the relationship. To be honest babe, it gets complicated if I try to explain it. The point is, hickies are just really deep kisses and soft bites people do to their partners as a sign of affection."
"Will you give me one?" he asks after a moment of silence.
"You--you want a hickey?" you ask.
"I'd like to know what they feel like. We love each other, right?"
"Yes, absolutely. Only if you're sure."
"I am. So what do we do first?"
He was ready to get straight to business. It was both funny and kinda cute, especially when he gave you that adorable smile of his.
So you begin with a simple make out session. Cupping his face in your hands before finally separating your lips from his.
You then tilt his neck to the side.
"Now just relax, and enjoy it. But if I'm too rough or it hurts too much, just let me know okay?" you say to him. he nods.
It first begins with you kissing his cheek before slowly going down towards his neck.
You hear him let out a gasp as your lips began their path down his neck before stopping midway down his neck.
His body slightly tenses up so you stop and ask him.
"Should I stop?"
"No!" he says urgently. "No don't stop it--it felt......good."
So you continue. With a few kisses just around the spot before giving him a small bite to his neck.
Suddenly a lightbulb explodes from one of the lamps at Jack's bedside which startles you.
You turn to see Jack's eyes glowing gold.
"Sorry." he apologizes. His eyes turn back to normal and you say.
"It's fine. Just didn't expect that. Should we go on or is it too much?"
"I'm enjoying it. Maybe a bit too much. I'll try to not use my powers, I promise." he says as he brings you back chest to chest.
You resume your position and give him another love bite before lightly sucking on the skin of his neck.
He breathless gasps and soft moans are music to your ears as he even tightens his grip on your waist.
After finishing off with a couple of licks of your tongue to ease the stinging sensation, you separate.
"When do the marks show up? How long do they take to form?" he asks.
"Well that depends. I didn't want to go too extreme but I know there's definitely a bitemark there." you then watch as he goes over to his bathroom mirror and observe his new mark.
And he waits, and waits, and waits.
That boy does not move a muscle from his bathroom. Soon enough you got tired and fell right to sleep on his bed.
"Baby! Baby! Sweetheart wake up! Wake up! It came!" you open your eyes to see Jack turning his neck to you and there you saw it.
A light purple bruise from where you had made his first hickey.
"Yep, there it is babe." you say tiredly.
"I love it. Do you think you can give me another one?" he asks excitedly.
You turn to see it's around 2:45 in the morning.
"I'll give you one when the sun's up, now can I go back to sleep?"
"Right sorry. Sleep my love. And thank you for my new prize." you didn't really hear much after he told you to go to sleep.
After that, Jack proudly shows off his hickeys to everyone and all.
In fact there are times he demands more hickeys even when one side of his neck is completely covered with them.
He gets a bit hickey crazy until you tell him that there needs to be a time for healing before any mote hickies can be given.
Of course he pouts because he just loves showing the world your love for one another.
But he allows his current hickies to heal and will just take the normal make out sessions you guys will do every now and then.
There is one time when he tries to return the favor by giving you a hickey.
But he didn't quite understand how the love bite works and accidentally bit you too hard.
Bless the boy he felt so bad, he first healed you of the bite mark and vowed he'd never do it again while frantically apologizing for his mistake.
You calmed him down and said all was good and that you didn't blame him.
In conclusion, Jack Kline loves receiving hickies from his beloved and will wear them like badges of honor. And he doesn't care who stares or Dean's comments of him being 'whipped'.
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sanguineterrain · 5 months
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Hii I am more of a silent reader but really want to start making requests but if you don't like this request you totally don't have to do it. All so if this is too long sorry.
So maybe a Jason prompt with "why not them why me" like they have been spending more time with the Bat boys, making Jason jealous. They confesses they did it to be liked by her boyfriend's family.
Hey anon! Thanks for the request. I tweaked it a little, but it's got the same theme you requested. Hope you like!
jason todd x gn!reader. jealous/sad jason, happy ending, proposal, established relationship. he's the goodest boy. ft the batbros.
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It's close to nine PM when Dick finally drops you off home.
You turn to Damian first and hold out your hand, expecting him to give you his usual handshake goodbye.
Instead, Damian pats your shoulder and gives you a nod. You blink, startled.
"Today was enjoyable," he says, holding the book about saltwater creatures that he got from the zoo. "I will inform Todd that he has chosen well."
In Damian speak, you may as well have gotten a hug and a blessing.
"Oh," you say, trying not to tear up. "Thank you, Damian. I had a good time, too. Thank you both for spending the day with me."
"This was a test," Damian says, and Dick rolls his eyes in the rear view mirror.
"Dami, stop calling it a test. It wasn't a test."
"Richard, I don't know why you insist on lying. They obviously have figured out that it was a test. In any case, they've passed, so it doesn't matter."
You hide a smile as Dick gives up and gets out of the car. He opens your door.
"I'll see you later, Damian," you say. "Good luck with your science test."
"I do not need luck," Damian replies. "But I appreciate the sentiment. Goodbye."
You follow Dick into your apartment building. You're happy; last week, you spent the day with Tim and Cassandra. The week before that, you officially met Bruce and Alfred.
Dick and Damian were the last "test," and the ones you were most nervous about. From what Jason's told you about his family, Dick and Damian, while total opposites in temperament, are extremely shrewd in their judgments of character, and not easy to please. For all that Dick is friendly and warm, you know he's studying your every move to ensure that you're a good match for his little brother. Not that you blame them; you're sure that being children of a billionaire has resulted in some awful dates.
Today was your fourth outing with Dick, and your second with Damian. At first, Damian seemed totally closed off to you, which you understood. You're his brother's partner; what twelve year old gives a shit about that?
But you feel you've made good progress today. You feel like the Wayne's really like you, and don't just tolerate you because they have to.
"Please don't listen to him," Dick says while you wait for the elevator. "Damian thinks every social interaction is a test. We're working on it."
"It's okay," you say, because it is. "I get it. I'm glad I passed."
Dick shakes his head. "It was never a matter of passing. We thought you were great the first time Jason introduced you to us."
"Dick..." You melt at that, both out of relief and fondness. Dick is probably your favorite one of Jason's brothers, after Damian, of course. He's the most sympathetic to your attempts at connecting with the family and the one who's the gentlest with you.
He smiles, all sunshine, and you're abruptly glad that Jason has a family like this one.
"Are you gonna ask him this week?" Dick asks.
You bite your lip, unable to hide your smile. "I think so. What do you think?"
"I think it's perfect. He doesn't like all that fuss. And you'll be letting him know that you want to marry just him. Not when you're dressed up, on a date, but all of him."
"I do," you say, voice thick. "I do want that, D."
He nods, eyes soft. "I know. I'll see you next week," he says. "Don't worry about the dinner, okay? You're practically family now. And I expect to see a ring!"
He pulls you into a quick hug, and you sag in relief. You did well. It's been confirmed.
"Thank you," you say softly.
The elevator doors open. Dick lets you go, and you wait for the doors to close before you go to your apartment.
"You're out late."
You jump, almost dropping your bag of zoo souvenirs. Jason is leaning against the couch, arms folded. You laugh a little, holding your chest.
"Jay, you scared me! Jeez."
You go to him and lean in for a kiss. He dodges you, slipping away to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
You blink owlishly, trying to process what just happened.
"Um," you begin. "Is everything okay?"
"So where was it this time?" Jason asks. "Escape room? Art museum? Some other place you can't be seen with me?"
"Jason, what are you talking about?"
He finally looks at you. His gaze is intense, lethal. It makes you take a step back. He turns away.
"Where'd you go today? And be honest."
"We went to the zoo, and then we went to dinner. Me, Dick, and Damian. Jay, what's this about?"
Jason looks up. His gaze is no longer lethal; now it's just melancholy.
"Are you with me to get to them?" he asks.
"Get to who?"
"The Bats. Gotham's finest. Bruce Wayne's rag-tag group of orphans he can't stop collecting."
"Are you asking me if I'm in this relationship to get to your family?" you ask, unable to keep the frustration out of your voice.
"Yes. That's exactly what I'm asking. I'm asking if you like my media-trained, not-undead family who you can actually spend time with publicly. I'm asking if you like my Boy Wonder brother, who'd probably show you a better time than I can."
"Jason Wayne, I have never cheated on you or thought about cheating on you. With Dick or anyone else," you say firmly. "Now, what's this about?"
Jason's face falls.
"You're right," he says quietly. "That was stupid 'f me to say. I know you're faithful, baby."
He won't look you in the eye now. It is reminiscent of the beginning of your relationship when Jason would retreat whenever you argued. It wasn't until you confronted him about it that you learned that he thought every argument was your last and that you'd break up with him the next day.
"Jay," you say, getting closer. "Something's obviously bothering you. Talk to me, please."
He stays quiet. You get close enough to touch him, but you don't, in case he's not ready to be touched yet.
"Why me?" he rasps.
"Why you what?"
He takes a sharp breath. "Why not them? Why me? Why d'you bother with me?"
"Jay, baby, where's this coming from? I don't bother with you, I love you. I am in a relationship with you because I want to be."
"You've hung out with them this whole month," he mumbles. "And I know we can't go out anytime 'cause I'm technically dead, but I just—I mean, we could work something out if you really wanna go. I wanna do that stuff with you too."
"Jason, no, no," you say, and reach for him. This time, he lets you pull him into a hug, and you kiss his chin. He makes a soft sound in his throat.
"Oh, honey, is that what this is about? You think I'm replacing you?"
"'S happened before," he mumbles, and you screw your face up so you won't cry at that.
"Jason, I—" You take a deep breath and release him until you're holding his hands. "Fuck me, I guess there's no time like the present."
Jason squints. "What're you—"
"I met them to ask for their blessing," you say before you can lose your nerve. "I hung out with them because I wanted to make sure they'd like me, and I should've told you, but I wanted to keep it a surprise."
"Keep what a surprise? Sweetheart, what's—"
You let go of Jason's hands and get down on one knee. Jason's eyes go wide.
"Holy fuck," he says, and you laugh wetly.
"Jaybird, we've been together for a long time, and I'm positive that you're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I hung out with your family this month so I could be sure that we'd get along. Because I know they're important to you, even if you have your rough patches."
"Holy fuck," Jason says again, eyes glassy.
You smile and pull out the black velvet box with the ring that Alfred had helped you choose.
"Jason Wayne, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you—mmph!"
Jason is on you in an instant, and the box tumbles from your hand. He presses you to the floor and kisses you hard, his hands squeezing your waist.
"Jay, this part is supposed to come after we get married, not before," you say when he finally lets you break for air.
"What can I say? Commitment gets me hot."
You wrap your arms around his neck, comfortable under him. Jason kisses you again, softer and sweeter.
"So is that a yes?" you ask.
"It's an emphatic yes, oui, si, ja, da..."
"Okay, I get it, Bruce put you in private school," you say, rolling your eyes. Jason pinches your hip and you squeal.
He rolls you over so you're atop him.
"I'm sorry I said those things," he says. "I didn't—I know you wouldn't do that. I was just upset, but I shouldn't have accused you out of anger."
"I forgive you," you say and kiss his temple. "It's not the last fight we'll have, and if I was afraid of a few arguments, I wouldn't ask you to marry me, Jay. Thank you for communicating."
"Fuck, I love ya," he whispers, and hugs you tighter.
"Ditto!" you say, and he snorts.
"So my entire family knows I'm getting married then, huh?"
"What? No. I only told Dick."
Jason laughs. "Yeah. Everybody definitely knows."
"Jay, I didn't mean..."
"Aw, baby, no, it's okay. I never thought I'd actually make it this far, so it's really okay." He kisses your nose when you start to frown. "And I'm the first Wayne to get married for real. Suck it, B!"
"Please don't put that in your vows, Jay."
Jason grins so hard, his cheeks puff out.
"No promises, fiance."
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celiciaa · 4 months
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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....
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MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE, HIS SIDE STORY.
translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.
trigger warning: suggestive, violence.
MINORS DNI.
Birthdays always come every year as long as I’m alive, even if I don't want to.
━━FLASHBACK━━
Albert: Happy birthday, Gil.
Mother: I'm glad you were able to age properly this year. I feel like I'm about to cry.
━━
Aristocrat: Happy birthday, Lord Gilbert.
Aristocrat: I hope you liked the surprise party I prepared for you.
(Stop….)
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Albert: Look, I got that academic book you wanted.
Albert: It's really amazing how you can understand such a difficult book, you're a genius. // You're really amazing to understand such a difficult book, you're a genius.
Mother: I made some new clothes.
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Mother: I'm sure you'll grow out of it soon, so please let me make you a new outfit for your birthday.
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Aristocrat: Of course, we also have prepared many presents.
Aristocrat: All of us present here would like to offer our heartfelt blessings to His Highness——
(…Stop.)
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Albert: I'm sure Gil will grow up to be a good man every time he celebrates his birthday.
Mother: Hehe, look forward to it. But the most important thing is for you to live.
Mother: Happy birthday to you many, many times, Gil.
━━
Aristocrat for embezzlement: Congratulations.
Aristocrat for theft: Congratulations, Lord Gilbert.
Aristocrat for murder: My sincerest congratulations, Lord Gilbert.
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Gilbert: ——….Hehe, thank you. But I don't need that.
Aristocrat for the crime of human trafficking: Lord Gilbert?
Gilbert: I'm feeling sleepy today, so I'm heading back. Good night.
Gilbert: I'll see you on the execution site.
(Stop it…stop it, stop it.)
(I don't want those memories to be tarnished by the farce of those filthy aristocrats.)
━━
Aristocrat for the crime of human trafficking: Lord Gilbert, please forgive me!
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Gilbert: Hm, what? You don't want to die in an instant?
Gilbert: If that's the case, I'll execute you myself. I'm not used to handling a sword yet….
Gilbert: I'm sure it will take a while, unlike the Emperor, but that's okay, right?
Aristocrat for the crime of human trafficking: Aa….aaAAAAAAHHH—!
Gilbert: Ahaha! What a shame. Everyone, take a good look.
Gilbert: This isn't someone else's business…yes?
(I don't need birthdays anymore.)
(It would be better for me to just disappear than be corrupted by those filthy aristocrats.)
(No one is allowed to celebrate my birthday.)
(Anyone who congratulates me will be killed without exception.)
(Roderich, Walter, all of them, without exception——)
━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━
Gilbert: Hey, hey, little rabbit. Do you know my birthday is almost close?
——One day when the snow started to fall, those words fell out of my mouth instinctively.
Emma: Huh, when is it!?
Gilbert: One week later.
Emma: Why didn't you tell me earlier!
Emma: What should I do…is it possible to prepare the ingredients for the cake now….
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Gilbert: ….
(Why did I say that?)
(I thought I decided long ago not to let anyone celebrate my birthday.)
Emma: Is something wrong?
Gilbert: No, it's nothing.
(But I'm sure you….)
(….You wouldn't lie to me, would you?)
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Roderich: ——That was surprising.
On the way back to my room after my regular checkup, I found myself alone with Roderich and mumbled something.
Gilbert: Because I told her about my birthday?
Roderich: Yes. Me and the doctor are planning to celebrate….
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Gilbert: No, I won't allow it.
Roderich: As expected.
Gilbert: Hehe, I thought I'd give the little rabbit a special chance.
Gilbert: I don't know how many more birthdays I will have. I thought it would be better not to have any regrets.
Roderich: It can be as many times as you want. Whether it's 10 years or 100 years.
Gilbert: I'm not immortal.
Gilbert: But, well, maybe I'm getting carried away this year. // But, maybe I'm just too excited this year.
Gilbert: ….I used to look forward to my birthday a lot, you know?
Gilbert: I wonder what kind of presents she will give me, and what kind of delicious food she’s preparing for me…..
Gilbert: When I'm with the little rabbit, I sometimes remember those feelings I had when I was a human.
Roderich: ….
Roderich, who was right beside me, had stopped walking.
When I approached him, his face which was hidden behind the hood remained downcast, and did not rise to look me in the eye.
Gilbert: Eh, I was just kidding. What are you crying about? That’s disgusting…..
Roderich: ….Even the doctor had teary eyes after your checkup.
Roderich: He said it’s been a while since he heard about your birthday at the obsidian castle….
Roderich: Lord Gilbert celebrated other people's birthdays, but was not happy to celebrate his own.
Gilbert: Ahaha, how honest, aren’t you? I don't know if the little rabbit will celebrate, after all the threats I’ve made.
Roderich: I wouldn't call that a threat.
Gilbert: Then what?
Roderich: It's just your way of saying that you’re looking forward to your birthday.
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(——I wonder if I'm that easy to understand.)
Until the day of my birthday, the little rabbit must have been in deep distress.
Her hands were shaking with nervousness as she baked the cake, and her expression was worrying.
Still, she ended up making a birthday cake for me.
It seems that even after hearing that someone was sent to the execution stand, her intentions did not change.
(I think she got the message that I was expecting her.)
Emma: ….This is just my speculation….
Emma: Lord Gilbert—— Gil, I don't think you want to celebrate your birthday.
Emma: You hate lies.
Emma: Because it was supposed to be a special and important day, you couldn't allow yourself to be defiled by corruption and deception.
Emma: …..That's what I thought.
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Gilbert: Hehe…as expected of the little rabbit, who loves me so much.
(You’re spot on.)
(Honestly, I didn't think you could see through it that much, but I guess you can see into my heart.)
(…You are completely different from the rotten aristocrats.)
Gilbert: Are you really going to congratulate me?
Emma: Of course.
Gilbert: I've killed many people so far, and I might kill many more in the future.
Gilbert: I’ve sent someone to the execution stand after I celebrated my birthday before, and I'll do it again if anyone like that shows up in the future, you know?
Emma: …..
(…How cruel of me.)
I am by no means doubting Emma’s beautiful heart.
But after so many years of dealing with corruption and deceit, I am paranoid as a matter of habit.
It was also for self-defense, not wanting to be disappointed because I wanted a heartfelt celebration.
Emma: ….I see.
After a long silence, the little rabbit nodded.
Emma: Even if you have made the whole world your enemy, I will congratulate you.
Emma: I'm already a bad woman, so it's too late for that.
Emma: Please don't underestimate my love for you.
(….)
(…You're crying.)
Her eyes are slightly moist with determination, but she looks forward with dignity.
It was more beautiful than the memory of a birthday I once had, and it burned strongly in my mind.
Gilbert: ….Hehe, sorry. I was bullying you too much.
(I just want to be celebrated by you, but I don't feel safe unless I do this.)
(I'm so sorry, little rabbit.)
I stand in front of Emma and use my fingers to scoop up her tears that are about to fall.
(But I finally found someone to celebrate with.)
(I thought that once I fell into the beast, I would never be a part of it again….)
(…I feel like it's a kind of blessing that a great villain who killed a lot of people shouldn't enjoy…)
As I secretly close my aching heart, without warning, Emma puts her hand on my cheek and kisses me lightly.
Gilbert: What?
Emma: …I can't give you a cake right now, so here's an alternative gift for you.
(Really….I wonder how bare my heart is in front of you.)
Gilbert: That's a poor gift.
Emma: How about this?
The little rabbit puts her arms around my neck and takes a deeper kiss than before.
(…For a moment, I wondered if it was okay to be so happy despite being a big villain——)
(Well, if I’m the big villain, it's just enough for me to snatch away all the happiness that little rabbit gives me.)
(I never thought about it before…)
(Wouldn't it be nice to receive a little reward for living in a dirty world?)
My wavering heart hardened and I bit the little rabbit's lip.
When she froze in surprise, the first thing I did was pry her lips open with my fingers.
Making sure her tongue was out and I bit it to the extent that it didn't hurt, I placed my hand on Emma’s leg as she leaned on the table.
(Come to think of it, the little rabbit is wearing the outfit I made for her today.)
(…I'm sorry that you've been dyed by me.)
When I lifted the hem of her black dress and forced my fingers deep inside her, Emma’s face contorted in pain.
Emma: Gil…it hurts….
Gilbert: Yeah, on purpose.
Emma: Why….
Gilbert: Because you don't like pain, do you, little rabbit?
When I plunged her deep into the pit of her stomach with my fingers, her expression immediately turned lewd.
Gilbert: See, you looked like you were feeling good.
Gilbert: By the way, we’re in the kitchen. Are you going to stop me?
(I'm sure the little rabbit would resist more.)
The wet squelching sounds and her moans became more visible the moment I added two more fingers.
Emma: ….Just…for today….
Emma: No matter what Gil wants…if he wants to do it here, I’d take it all….
Gilbert: Because it's my birthday?
When I asked, the little rabbit brought my head close to her soft chest.
Emma: I do not…lie.
Emma: So...you can try it until you feel safe, Gil.
Emma: My celebration is from the bottom of my heart…my sincerest congratulations…
Emma: I will keep telling Gil, no matter how much it hurts, until he believes in me.
Gilbert: …..
Gilbert: Oh, no. I guess I've been found out.
(I feel like I can't hide anything in front of you.)
Emma: Gil is probably a lot easier to understand than I think.
Gilbert: I think those words can only be said because you are facing me head-on.
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Gilbert: …It's really a pity that a troublesome man likes you so much.
(As long as you understand my intentions and wish me a happy birthday, I'll be fine.)
(I don't think I'll be betrayed by you.)
I stroked the little rabbit’s weak spot as a reward and to her response, she was trembling in pleasure.
(Birthdays are coming back again this year.)
(…Yeah. Maybe it’s not so bad.)
━━
Despite being bullied by the beast, the little rabbit somehow manages to finish the birthday cake and feed it to me.
The first birthday in a long time was filled with the warmth and tender feelings that had once been so natural to me.
Gilbert: Hehe…your heart is still beating, isn't it?
Emma: I can…hear your heartbeat too, Gil.
At the end of the celebration, we lie down on the bed, skin to skin, as if it were natural.
As I listened to the sound of the heartbeats coming from our chests,
The little rabbit placed her hand on my back and I felt a slight pain.
(Ah—…. I guess it's a scratch from when I held you earlier.)
The little rabbit’s face turned apologetic the moment she noticed my expression.
Emma: …I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.
Gilbert: I don’t mind. I like being hurt by you too.
Gilbert: You could have left bite marks as well as scratches.
When I run my fingers down her delicate arm, there are clear bite marks.
(Hehe, it must have hurt a lot. The little rabbit cried many times)
(You're crazy because you still love me.)
(….Well, I don't think any sane person could ever love me.)
Emma: It's hard to tell how much is too much or too little love Gil.
Gilbert: Then, let's learn it sometime soon. How about by next year's birthday?
Emma: I hope…you will let me celebrate again next year.
Gilbert: Who knows? It's up to you whether it’ll be your last or your first.
Gilbert: If you love me a lot, I might change my mind...okay?
Emma: ….
Gilbert: It’s just...my celebration this year wasn't unpleasant.
Gilbert: ….Thank you.
Emma: …..
(It's like I'm getting back one of my forgotten emotions.)
The more time I spend with the little rabbit, the more things I once let go of may gradually come back to me.
It is a frightening yet happy thing.
Emma: So…next time, how about we celebrate with Mr. Roderich and Mr. Walter?
Emma: I'm sure both of them really want to congratulate you, Lord Gilbert.
Gilbert: That’s not allowed.
(I'm sure those two want to celebrate my birthday….)
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Gilbert: I don't need other people's congratulations. As long as I have yours, that's all that matters.
Gilbert: Because you're the only one I love.
When I said this clearly, the little rabbit looked embarrassed and shy.
(…You're so cute.)
Emma: Gil…I forgot to mention the most important thing.
Gilbert: Hm?
Emma: Happy birthday.
Emma: I'll give you lots of love…so please let me celebrate with you again next year.
(…So many reasons I can’t die like this.)
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(I'm at a loss. But since it's a request from my beloved rabbit, I can't resist.)
Gilbert: Hehe, I understand. I'll let you celebrate as long as you are.
Gilbert: Keep loving the beast with your pure heart, just as you are…got it?
(So please. Don't you just disappear like those two.)
(As long as I'm alive, you have to make sure you celebrate my birthday every year…okay?)
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daddypriceugh · 5 months
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Mr. And Mrs. Mactavish
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I saw that you guys want fluff so I'm giving you fluff :)
I will maybe upload another fic today, if I don't fall asleep (it's 10:30 pm here)
Anyway enjoy this one <3
Tw: nothing just fluff
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Today is the day you've never thought would come. It just always seemed unreal. But here you are, standing in your wedding dress in front of the church door waiting for the music to announce your entrance.
Your nerves are playing wild and your body feels on fire. What if you trip? What if he changes his mind? What if-
"Are you alright?"
A voice interrupts your thoughts. You look to your left to see John Price standing next to you, with a worried look on his face.
" Yeah I'm fine. Just nervous"
He nods in understanding and takes your hands in his.
"Trust me it's gonna be okay. Hell don't worry about him changing his mind, I've never seen someone that wipped for a girl before"  he says while laughing at the last part.
A chuckle escapes your throat, which then tightens again when you heard the music start playing.
"Ok ok no panic (Y/N)" you tell yourself, trying to calm down.
You take a deep breath and nod at John, giving your ok to enter the church. He smiles at you and links his arm with yours.
You tear up at the gesture, knowing that your father would have loved to walk you down the aisle.
John had become like a father figure to you -even though he's not that much older- and you're more than grateful that he said yes to walking you into your new chapter of life.
The heavy doors open and you can see the guests standing up at the sound, all of them turning their heads to see the bride.
You take one step after another, gripping John's hand in yours. Looking around you see familiar faces like your mother and some aunts, but the most important person to you was standing at the altar.
Turning your head you lock eyes with him. Time seems to slow down as you take i the sight of him. Damn does he looks handsome. His mohawk was freshly cut and he wore a new black suit with a red tie.
It may look like a unoriginal outfit, but to you it is perfect.
A smiles forms on your face when you stand directly in front of him. John hands him your hand over and shoots a threatening look. It was the "if you ever hurt her I will personally kill you" look.
Before leaving to go to Johnny's man in honor side to stand next to Gaz and Ghost, he gives you a small kiss on your forehead, whispering "I'm proud of you" against it.
Now it was just Johnny and you. Two people that love each other more than words can describe.
The pastor says the usual things but you hear nothing. You just stare into your soon-to-be-husbands eyes, and you could swear to see tears swelling in them.
The pastor speaks up.
"It is now time for the vows"
You take a deep breath and start talking:
"Johnny, I have loved you since the moment I saw you. It was the way you introduced yourself, the way you saved my ass on many missions, it was the way you held me after my father died and it were the many things in-between. You made and still make my life perfect. I finally found a reason to life and I'm glad I get to spend the time with you. You are perfect in any way imaginable. I love you dearly and I will stay by your side in good and bad times"
Your voice cracks midway, tears streaming down your face. But it seems that your fiancé feels the same way. He doesn't hide his emotions anymore embraces the tears.
It was no his turn and he grabs your right hand and puts it on his heart.
"Dearie, you absolutely make me the happiest man alive. I'm blessed to wake up with you next to me evey day. I can't think of something better anymore. I love the way you laugh at all my stupid jokes that I tell the Lieutenant. It seems that his skull is too thick to understand our humour"
Laughter goes through the room, even Simon chuckles at the mentioning of his name.
"I love everything about you and that will never stop. Even after my death. I love you from the bottom of my heart."
You smile at him and place your hand on his cheek.
The pastor raises his hands and announces the moments you have been waiting for.
"I now announce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride"
Not waiting a second longer, Johnny pulls you by your waist and presses his lips to yours. Applause rings through the crowd and people cheer.
The kiss doesn't last long but it's perfect. Johnny then suddenly lifts you up and carries you towards the exit, and your friends and family follow.
Time skip:
The evening goes smooth. People are laughing and having fun. You are currently sitting on your husbands lap after having danced to two songs.
Head laying on his shoulder while you're admiring him, tracing every scar with your thumb.
"And how does it feel to be married"
"Feels incredible my darlin'. Absolutely the best feeling ever" You hum in response looking up to him. He catches your stare and smiles.
"I hope you won't grow tired of me Mr. Mactavish"
"I would never in my life. I promise you that Mrs. Mactavish"
You laugh and move you face to his to meet in a kiss. This time it's more passionate, full of love and excitement for what the future holds.
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kuni-is-daddy · 11 months
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Being scared of scara but also passionate about him is so >>>
Hes putting you in ur place putting fear and pleasure into ur body and mind
IM SO GRRR <333
SHOUKI NO KAMI/WANDERER X LESSOR LORD READER.
FLUFF X SMUT(face sittingg, god complexx) word count 1.2k
I love how the sumeru archon is so passionate about their people even after everything that happened. scaramouche has his reasons but the way he was so dismissive of that ideal just gave me BUTTERFLYS. I'm glad you liked it. 10+ notes on that is crazyy :) Now scaramouche wants REDEMPTION. hes so sorry for what happened :(.
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MINORS DO. NOT. INTERACT.❌❌❌
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Its been one week since your encounter with shouki no kami. But you couldnt seem to remember anything. You woke up the next day and your body was in great pain from your back down. Along with your missing celestial weapon. The sun set as you sat at your booth you visit everyday to talk with your people in a less 'formal way.' The idea: talk to your god directly about questions you'd have regarding dreams. It took a while for citizens to adjust to talking to a great being as you but in the end everyone enjoyed it.
"Lessor lord y/n? is everything okay?" the woman asked. "H-huh? y-yeah im fine, sorry. Just thinking about things. May your dreams be blessed and my words guide you to everlasting peace." You shook the woman's hand and took a deep sigh while resting your head on the table as she walked away. 'Joururi workshop? I never heard of that place before..and their turning it into a underground research facility for scholars? No wonder their hasnt been many people here today.' As you daydreamed only 1 person remained in line, A short looking 'little boy' with a large hat, anemo vision and lengthy box in his hand. He looked down at you. His beautiful blue crystal eyes and black eyeliner put you in a trance as you looked up upon him. You cleared your throat and offered him a walk through the city, as he intrigued you.
The two of you walked through the city and stopped at your home town, the moon rose deep in the night sky. On the way, He told you He went by "The wanderer" a vagrant from inazuma. He didnt have a legitimate home and would travel across teyvat taking in the joke of a world he's in. 'joke of a world' It was amusing to you how he bluntly disrespected the divine as if he wasn't Infront of an archon. You walked closer to him and interlocked arms halfway to your home. He noticed and stopped walking. "A-are you okay wanderer?" He snapped out of his daze. "Yeah. Good." You smiled again, "Im glad you are, wanderer. I hope sumeru can maybe be your real home soon and I'll make sure everyone treats you welcomely :)" You gave him a bright smile while blushing and had a revelation. "O-oh thats right im sorry. I hope you dont mind coming over for tea.." "Oh hah hah its no problem. Of course, I'd love to come over." His smile sent butterflies into your stomach as you turned to unlock the door. However, he stared at you. Observing. Thinking. Looking at your presence. Innocent and pure. Not knowing who your falling for was the same ex-god who corrupted you and fucked you until you passed out from his big cock.
Your home was well kept with a divine smell of flowers. There we're many pictures of you with citizens during grand openings of shops and schools. A particular picture crossed his eye as he drunk his bitter black tea. A picture of you in inazuma, shaking hands with his creator. The almighty raiden shogun, god of thunder. Formally known as the electro archon. "Oh heh heh. I see you noticed that picture. Your from inazuma right? Your archon is a very nice person even though she comes off pretty intimidating." He stared at you blankly. "Is that right... " Wanderer put his bitter black tea on the counter. "Yeah! your eyes actually remind me of her's..but.. Your beautiful." you said while blushing. "Oh really? Your calling my ma- My archon ugly?" He smirked "S-Sorry! This got way off track...N-no im not.. Your just.. Really..handsome. She's..pretty but I like how you talk like you dont give a fuck. Sometimes...I miss how people would talk straight up like you." You said as you put your tea down.
"Well isnt that ironic for the 'god of wisdom' to say." Wanderer moved closer to you. Cupping your cheeks with his hand. "I morally...Tell it like it is..If someone cant handle it..Maybe thats their problem." Your body felt shaken up from his presence..."Do you truly not remember me? "You seem a little out of it 'god of wisdom' Whats wrong?" he smiled. "Let me help you remember...love." You closed your eyes as he pulled you into a sloppy kiss. 'i..Dont.. Remember him?' as you opened your eyes to see his looking back at you. It hit. Something about the way he said 'god of wisdom' made you shake. "K-Kuni..?" The way you said his name made your lips quiver. But made his cock hard. "Ah.. so you do remember now.. Dont worry. Things changed." "Wh-whats changed? wait did you..did you erase yourself from irminsul?!" you pushed him away with a panicked expression. "Ding ding ding! You got it, irminsul responded to my wish, but it didnt give me the outcome i desired..So.. Im starting over." he sighed. "W-what did you desire Kunikuzushi?"
You.
SMUT.
"M-me..? W-wait. Kuni, this is wrong. Dont say that again- After what you did.." you we're against the door to your room. "Shh shh.. Its okay y/n.. We're starting over remember. It'll feel good kay?" He tried to comfort you while opening the door to your room. You laid down on the bed as he was ontop of you. "You said you liked my eyes huh? How they glow... and that im 'pretty' we're you lying about that baby? or do you really love me." Your body tensed up and you started breathing heavily as he trailed kisses on your neck. "course' not..I didnt lie. Even back then i-..Care about you." It felt like slime to say those words. caring about a man who disregarded you and made you feel like dirt. "You're burning up y/n.. Relax.. okay.." He whispered.
"Want me to treat you like the god you are, love? Is that what you want. I'll make it up to you." His hands began to trail down onto your neck. "Ohh fuck i missed your body.. You like it when i hold your neck baby?" His fingers pressed against your pulse point. "shit..your heart is beating so fucking fast f' me." you scoffed "tsk are you a doctor now..?" Kuni laughed at your remark. His hands now trail down to your thighs. On instinct they press together as his hands are inbetween them. "mmm your sensitive y/n." As he explored your body you kept thinking 'this isnt right. i should tell him to stop. i- "Ah~ K-kuni. what are you doing?!" you couldnt see as his head was between your legs. "Mmm im tasting you y/n..Fuck you taste good. Shoulda' did this last time" He motioned for you to sit on his face and you hesitantly switched positions. He layed against the pillow while taking his shirt off. "Now its your turn y/n" You stared at his lean form. His body looked so well built. "Y/n.. you just gonna stare like a loser? hmm... or do you like what you see babe?" he patted again for you to sit on his face and you did. slowly lowering yourself "Dont worry itll feel g-" You slowly moved back and forth as his tongue found his way into your entrance "K-Kuni~ Your tongue it feels so good~" "mphmm baby.. You like that..?" "Y-Yes kuni." You looked down to see his eyes slowly rolling back "C-cUhm on m~ face~ y/n" '??' You couldnt make out what he was saying as you we're so drunk in the pleasure coming from his tongue. You roughly grabbed his hair and began to ride his face "M-mPH S-SHIT Y/N-" Your back arched and smothered his face with your drolling hole. You chased your own high as kuni gripped hard on your ass, symbolizing that he couldnt breathe. "Y-yes kuni~ use your tongue for me daddy..Please make me feel good- I wanna cum on your face. please" your thighs began to squish his face as he couldnt breathe. "G-gnna cum kuni~ M' close daddy.. Im so close.. His vision slowly began to turn black until you came on his face. Your warm cum painted his face along with his hair looking completely messy. In shock, you got off of Kuni as he coughed, panted and breathed hard. "Oh no- K-Kuni are you okay? Im so sorry i shouldnt ha-" you looked at his body to realize the wet tent in his pants.
"f-Fuck y/n.. Sit on my face again."
A/N: TRIED TO MAKE THIS GENDER NEUTRAL AS POSSIBLE :((
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messages from Paul McCartney and Yoko Ono on the 40th anniversary in 1997 of the Woolton church fête where John and Paul first met
John, Paul & Me Before the Beatles: The True Story of the Very Early Days, Len Garry (2014)
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A MESSAGE TO WOOLTON FROM PAUL MCCARTNEY
Ah yes, I remember it well.
I do, actually. My memory of meeting John for the first time is very clear. My mate Ivan Vaughn took me along to Woolton here and there were The Quarry Men, playing on a little platform.
I can still see John now - checked shirt and slightly curly hair, singing Come Go With Me by The Del Vikings. He didn't know all the words, so he was putting in stuff about penitentiaries - and making a good job of it.
I remember thinking 'He looks good - I wouldn't mind being in a group with him'.
A bit later on we met up; I played him Twenty Flight Rock and he seemed pretty impressed - maybe because I did know all the words.
Then, as you know, he asked me to join the group, and so began our trip together. We wrote our first songs together, we grew up together and we lived our lives together.
And when we'd do it together, something special would happen. There'd be that little magic spark.
I still remember his beery old breath when I met him here that day. But I soon came to love that beery old breath. And I loved John. I always was and still am a great fan of John's. We had a lot of fun together and I treasure all those beautiful memories.
So I sent you all in Woolton and Liddipool my best wishes today.
And thanks for remembering - there's no way that when we met here we had any idea of what we'd be starting. But I'm very proud of what we did. And I'm very glad that I did it with John.
I hope you all have a wonderful day and God bless all who sail in you.
PAUL MCCARTNEY
MESSAGE FROM YOKO ONO
What a sweet celebration!
Yes, the meeting of John and Paul was an important event not only for those of us who loved their songs, but for the whole world which went through a social change for the better as a result of their words and music.
John's first thought as Paul showed him what he could do was: "Okay - this guy is good and already the girls are flocking around him - not around me! So if I let him in, he'd going to be a tough one to handle - but I'll have a strong band."
So John took Paul in. I think this story is important in that it shows as a creator and a leader of the band, John went for getting a strong band rather than having an easy time. And John was only a teenager. What a brain! What a guy!
By the way, it's interesting that the meeting took place at a church. Also, the main bulk of their songs were recorded in Abbey Road Studios, in London. Am I the only one who thinks of these coincidences as interesting?
John and Paul were traveling minstrels, who spread the word of love throughout the world. Through their songs, they brought the energy of love to the then gray world, which was still coping with the aftermath of the second world war.
With their words and music, John and Paul showed the world that law and order was not necessarily the most important force in the world. Love was the power and the energy that could change the world. And it did.
But it all started at the Woolton Fete forty years ago. As you celebrate this day, the world joins you in your celebration. Those who cannot come physically to Liverpool join you in spirit. It's a nice day to celebrate and I thank you for doing it. Peace.
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💕Happy Valentines Day! Heaven Officials Blessing or MDZS? 💕
Jin Ling has had it.
He loves his parents. He loves Uncle Wanyin. But they're all busy training for their own competitions and they've stuck him the Nie Huaisang as his coach, which he really thought was a joke up until the first practice. This is his first year competing as a senior skater and this is the best they can do? Come on.
"This is shit. Why did my old coach have to retire? I hate this," he complains to Jingyi.
"At least Lan Qiren isn't your coach," he points out.
He pauses, considering. "I guess it could be worse."
Poor Sizhui, honestly. Jingyi at least gives as good as he gets.
It's not like anyone can say anything about his effectiveness, with Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen fighting each other for the top spot every year. He's glad that Uncle Wanyin pair skates with his mom because he feels like the two of them on the ice would end in bloodshed. They hate each other for some reason that no one has ever bothered to explain to him.
"Why are you mad about Nie Huaisang anyway?" Jingyi asks. "He placed really well until he retired, and his footwork is great, unlike yours."
"Shut up about my footwork," he says automatically. "He's annoying, and I hate his choreography, it doesn't work for me at all. Screw this. I'm going to go to my uncle's and make him train me. It's not like he's doing anything anyway."
"Um, Jiang Wanyin is very busy practicing which is why you're with Nie Huaisang in the first place," Jingyi points out.
Jin Ling rolls his eyes. "Obviously I'm not talking about him."
"Mo Xuanyu doesn't even skate? And Meng Yao never even placed, which is why he's a manager," he continues.
"Uncle Yao had his own reasons for not placing," he says defensively, "but no, obviously not them either, are you being deliberately obtuse?"
"Are you?" Jingyi pokes him in the side. "Do you have another uncle?"
He has to be joking. "Yes? Obviously? I'm going to fly to Uncle Wuxian's and make him do it instead."
"Who?" he blinks.
Unbelievable. "My uncle? My mother's brother? Wei Wuxian?"
Jingyi's jaw drops before it snaps shut and then he's screeching, "YOUR UNCLE IS WEI WUXIAN? Like, the only person to ever beat out the Lan brothers Wei Wuxian, the one who won gold in the Grand Prix Final three years in a row and then disappeared into smoke Wei Wuxian?"
This is ridiculous. "He didn't disappear into smoke, he just moved to the coast. I don't know why you're acting surprised by this, I visit him every summer."
"You said you were going to visit your uncle in the summer!" Jingyi says accusingly.
Jin Ling blinks. "Yeah? I was."
Jingyi mimes strangling him then says, "Okay, you know what, we'll put that aside for right now. I fully support your decision to go and harass Wei Wuxian, who is apparently your uncle, and I'm coming with you."
"You are not, Lan Qiren would kill me," Jin Ling says, but Jingyi clearly isn't listening to him.
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