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brooooswriting · 2 months

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Hi! Could you please write a Leighton x r where r has too much to drink and forgets that Leighton is their gf and they are all flirty

My idiot

(Not the biggest fan of this one)

You’ve always been in flirt, ever since high school that was what people knew you as. It wasn’t really intentional, more just your personality and sure, sometimes it was just fun. College started the same way, you flirted here and there on purpose and the rest of the time it was just your personality.

At least until you ended up with Leighton. You didn’t change your personality but you kept it down and never flirted with anyone, but her of course, on purpose. She didn’t expect you to change and she thought it was kinda funny when people thought you were flirting with them right in front of her.

“I’m so hyped for this party” Bella told you four as you stood in their dorm with a shot in hand. All of you cheered as you were just as hyped, it had been way too long since the last one.

“Me too, but she should still drink responsibly” Kimberly said as you immediately refilled the glasses. You knew that she only meant it in a good way and you loved her for that, she was a great friend but you were going to a frat party and that was only possible if you were drunk.

“Kimberly, love, take this and shhh” you smiled kindly as she laughed. She knew you didn’t mean it in a rude way as you gave her a warm smile and she took the shot like you told her to.

“Damn, this queue is way too long” Whitney whined, earning a sigh from Bella before she suddenly gasped. And a gasping Bella was never a good thing, not once.

“I have an idea” she started and carefully looked at Leighton which made you even more weary of the idea. “Leighton, don’t kill me. But y/n should go up there and flirt us in” you could see Kimberly’s breath hitch and yours did too.

“I mean if it’s okay for y/n and he doesn’t touch her” you were surprised but only gave them a nonchalant nod as you were fine with whatever. “Well, go get us in baby” she pressed a couple of kisses to your lips before letting you off.

It didn’t take you longer than 5 minutes to get all of you in. Now you had to make sure that you weren’t going to see him in the house again as that would be more than uncomfortable but at least Leighton didn’t have to stand in the cold air anymore with her short black dress.

“Omg y/n, let’s get shots” Lila said as soon as you walked in which made all of you laugh. You gave her a nod before turning to your group.

“You guys want one too?” As all of them nodded you wandered off with your friend to get them. But you should have known that Lila wasn’t gonna let you off that easily.

“Can we have 10 shots please?” Lila asked the ‘bartender’ who quickly handed them to her.

“The fuck are you gonna do with 10 shots buddy?” You laughed.

“The question isn’t what I’m gonna do with it, the question is what we are gonna do with it. And we are gonna drink 2 each now and then we can go back and you can drink one with your girl” you would have loved to fight her but it would have been useless. So you clicked the cups and downed both of them shortly after another.

“I’m never getting drinks with you again” you laughed as you took the rest of the shots and went to find your group. “Ah, here we are. One for each” you handed out the shots until all of you had one, so you could settle next to Leighton your hand resting on her lower back.

Lila said something inappropriate as a toast and all of you downed the shots. “Why were you guys gone so long?” Your girlfriend asked as she leaned into you.

“Lila made me take two shots right there” you giggled, the alcohol hitting you slightly. You could feel the blondes snort against your body which made you smile wider.

“Leigh, can you wingman me?” Bella asked her once she spotted a dude she liked. You gave her a short nod when she asked if it was okay to leave you for a moment and kissed her before also wandering off.

“Y/n, didn’t think I’d see you here” Caneen greeted you as you nearly ran into you. “Come and be my beer pong partner” he dragged you away before you could say anything.

Once you won the game, you looked around to find your girlfriend send you a look clearly asking for help as somebody kept chewing off her ear. You excused yourself from the game and walked up to her, your hand wrapping around her waist. “Sorry, can I steal my girl really quick?” You didn’t waist for an answer, just pulling her away by her waist. “Jeez, that guy was boring” you whispered into her ear as you pulled her further which made her laugh.

“You’ve only listened to him for a couple of seconds, he was talking for like 10 minutes before you came” she groaned which made you laugh as you finally arrived at a secluded, quieter corner.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you the whole night. You look really hot in that dress” you grinned. Leighton leaned against the wall as your hands caressed her waist, sometimes dipping down a bit.

“Mhm, how hot do I look?” She flirted. You started to kiss her, leading you two to make out for a moment. The alcohol made you more needy as you have barely seen each other the whole time. But it seems like it wasn’t over as there suddenly was a knock on the door.

“Y/n, Caneen is down there about to get in a fight. Come and calm him down, that idiot isn’t listening to me” Lila screamed making you sigh as you had to pull away.

“We are just too popular” you joked to Leighton who also groaned and buried her face in your neck. “I’m coming L” you gave her another kiss before walking downstairs with the other girl. You calmed down the situation as you pulled the man away and promised him more drinking. Stupid decision.

The next thing you really remember was seeing a really really pretty and hot blonde girl dancing with an Indian girl and two other people whose backs were facing you. “Lla, m gna get ‘at grl over there” you slurred pointing to the woman which made your drinking partner gasp.

“You wkd mije such a hot couple” she slurred just as much as you did. You walked off to find the pretty girl and talk to here.

“Hey there” you said with the most charming smile you could muster and you were more than happy to see that she smiled back as she greeted you. “I just wanted to tell you that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and that if you’re single I’d love to have your number” she stared at you for a moment deciding whether you were really too drunk to know that she was your girlfriend or if you were kidding.

“Are you being serious?” She asked, her eyes scanning your face as she and Whitney had to hold in their laughs. You gave her a nod as you slightly leaned against Lila who was just as drunk.

“Yeah, I mean I can only imagine that your personality is just as beautiful as you. So can I have your number cause I lost mine” you flirted again, Lila adding a ‘period’ which made Whitney break. She had to take a step back as she laughed.

“I’m sorry but I got a girl, her name is y/n” Leighton said seriously and watched your face fall before it suddenly lit up again.

“My name is y/n” you suddenly exclaimed, a happy look on your face that then fell again. “What’s her last name?”

“Oh it’s Y/l/n” the blonde was actually amazed. How were you so damn drunk?

“Damn she’ll never be as good as this girl bitch. She’s the one” Lila hyped you up as you gave the hot girl a sad smile.

“Well, I wish you all the best” you mumbled and were about to turn before the girl next to you suddenly gasped.

“Oh my god, Y/n that’s your last name. You’re y/n y/l/n” now it was your time to gasp which ultimately made your girlfriend break out in laughter.

“I’m your girlfriend?”

“Yes, yes you are” she couldn’t help but giggle when she saw how big your eyes were as you stared down at her with love.

“Damn I’m lucky, you’re so hot”

“I’m the greatest wingman ever. Now I’m gonna find someone hot, so bye bitches”

Once Lila’s support was gone you had a hard time standing which the blonde seemed to notice as she put her hands on you to support your weight. “Would your heart skip a beat too if we kissed now?” You flirted again, your brows raised a bit as you bit your lip.

She snorted a bit and nodded before hoisting your arm around her so she could walk with you. “Let’s go back” she said, not yet walking as she wanted you to be ready.

“Can I follow you home? My parents told me to follow my dreams” it was hard to make out your slurred words but she still could which made her laugh even more.

“Sure, let’s go” with her arm around yours waist she led you to say goodbye to her roommates before walking out with you.

“Who would have thought that I’d leave the party with the prettiest girl?” You asked, your voice was so genuine that it did in fact make her heart skip a beat. Sure, she knew that you loved her and that you thought she was pretty but the fact that even when you were black out drunk and couldn’t realize who she was, you’d always come to her.

“You’re an idiot” she mumbled with a smile that even showed her teeth. You didn’t hear her as you kept on talking about how pretty she was. Once she finally got you into her dorm she gave you your pjs that you left at hers. As she moved to help you change you suddenly pulled back.

“No! I got a girlfriend! Don’t touch me” you grumbled as your back was turned towards her. Your shirt came off easily but you struggled with the clip of your bra as you just couldn’t coordinate your hands so she stepped closer to do it for you. “Don’t touch me! I’m taken”

“Y/n, baby. It’s me, Leighton?” She immediately heard you sigh happily as you turned your head to look at her, which was followed by a happy smile. Once you have her the okay she opened your bra and helped you put on your top. The moment you were changed you fell into her bed, burying yourself in the pillows and the thick comforter. It didn’t take long for the blonde to join and you clung on to her as soon as possible.

She knew that tomorrow your headache was going to kill you and that you weren’t going to remember most of the night. But the memory of you trying to hit on her because you couldn’t remember that you guys were dating was going to stay forever. And she’s never let you forget it, ever.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #leighton murray x reader #renee rapp x reader

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luvhughes43 · 6 months

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monday morning | lila drysdale au

lila, my love masterlist💐

summary: just some monday morning fluff<3

word count: 0.6k

“Mmm where are you going?” you groan as jamie jostles himself out of bed. he leans over his side and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I have PT this morning,” he replies simply, which brings last night's events rushing back to you. that's right, you thought. Jamie did tell you that he had an appointment last night you were just… too preoccupied to pay much attention to his… words.

jamie straightens up again, and you grasp his arm lightly to pull him back down to you. “I need a proper kiss if you’re going to leave me,”

jamie hums in response, leaning down to properly kiss you on the lips. you both melt into the kiss but before anything has a chance of developing, lilas loud shrieks fill the quiet spaces of your house.

“and… that’s my queue” you sleepily sigh as you pull away from your husband and kick the covers off of you.

“I can go get her,” jamie offers but you easily decline. you had some work to do from home today so it was probably for the best that you woke up now.

“make me a coffee instead?” you ask, to which jamie silently nods.

you walk into lilas nursery and the first thing you notice is her sleepy figure standing up in her crib. she’s leaning against the crib rail, her chubby baby hands holding her upright. she leans back when she sees you open the door, immediately making grabby hands for you.

you pick your girl up with ease, making sure to change her diaper and get her all situated before bringing her downstairs.

jamie, ever the loving husband, put on your favourite background tv show for you to watch while you lay with lila on the couch. “thank you jams,” you mumble softly as you sink onto your plush couch. your daughter rests on top of you, cuddling into you as she watches her dad move around the kitchen from over your shoulder.

you exaggerate a gasp, “is that your dada?”

you watch as lila giggles and smiles, mannerisms exactly like her fathers. “dada!” she repeats, nuzzling her face into your neck when jamie makes a silly face at her.

jamie sets your coffee on the side table beside you, before taking lila into his arms. “hi baby girl!” he coos much to lila’s delight. he rest’s lila on his hip before continuing to go through his morning routine.

“And now, I'm going to put the toast in the toaster!” jamie narrates, encouraging all of lilas babbles with nods and replies. “yeah! And I'm going to put mommys in again because she likes her toast burnt…”

“I like it crispy!” you pipe up from your spot on the couch.

Jamie hums loudly enough for you to hear before stage-whispering, “she likes it burnt” to your giggling daughter.

after drinking half of your coffee, you are awake enough to start helping with breakfast. you cut up some fruit for lila, and then move on to start making jamie’s protein shake. you’ve gotten the process down to a science, and you were quite proud that you managed to make it to your husbands liking. if there’s one thing you learnt about athletes through living with jamie, it’s that they’re very specific with their different drinks and routines.

you hold out the shake to jamie, who awes appreciatively. “have i ever told you that you’re the best wife a guy could ask for?”

“only a million times,” you smile, sticking your cheek towards jamie who swiftly places a kiss there.

“well it's going to be a million and one because you’re the best!” jamie smiles at you, and you can’t help but reminisce on how quickly things have changed between the two of you. one minute you guys are exes who hookup whenever jamie was back in toronto… and now you share a babygirl and have been married for three months. life was so good.

yndrysdale

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yndrysdale monday morning🫂💐

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#lila my love au #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale fic #jamie drysdale blurb #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #nhl fic

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scribblesofagoonerr · 3 months

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Don't give up yet, I'm not letting you | Inner Demons

⟫ Alphabet Challenge, D- Don't give up yet, I'm not letting you.

Pairings: leah williamson x teen reader, arsenal wfc x teen reader

Back again with another part, I've had a really shitty day if I'm honest and so, umm, writing this now has sort of helped, I guess?

Once again nothing has been proof-read so yeah, it won't make any sense maybe and this ones' a bit longer than the rest but once I get carried away I just can't stop so this is definitely going to have a few more parts to this one. I just don't know how many that will be, so I guess we'll see what happens.

Thank you each and every single one of you for the response to this small fic series so far, I'm so glad that people are liking it so much.

The confession you have made leaves the room feeling a tense atmosphere, the girls will not let you give up so easily so they make a decision on your behalf to help you on the right path to get better.

tw: heavy angst, mentions of SH, MH, suicide and death.

"What... What does that even mean?" Katie furrows her eyebrows as she looks at you for a more logical answer.

"I'm tired, I'm so tired and I can't keep on fighting this battle anymore" You speak quietly, afraid to meet their eyes.

Each one of them really did mean so much to you, they all look heart broken with the what you had confessed.

Steph, the Aussie girl that made you feel so loved

Kim, your captain who always talked sense into you

Jen, the brave Scots' woman who you can rely on

Caitlin, the second Aussie that you love despite how annoying she is

Katie, the Irish girl who acts all tough but is a total softie

Beth, the blonde who gives great advice when you need it

Viv, the dutch who you cheers you up when she sneaks you ice cream

Lia, the swiss girl that gives you the best hugs sometimes

& Leah, the one who stuck around and made you feel at home

Your family, you would really miss them all.

However, you knew it was time.

It was the only way, you couldn't do it any longer.

The battle was too hard, it needed to end.

"Y/N, you're awake!" Vic burst into the room and broke the sudden silence before she spins and looks back towards the door. "Less! Kyra! Lotte! Laura! Y/N/N is awake!" she shouts loud enough to get the attention of the three remaining girls not in the room.

As right on queue, the rest of the girls all run in and smile widely when they see you awake and sat up in the hospital bed.

"Y/N/N, you're awake!" Laura says as she grins at you before she walks over and hugs you.

"Hi Y/N/N!" Alessia smiles brightly, glad to see you're awake.

"Y/N/N!" Kyra shouted aloud, right down the blondes' ear beside her.

"Ow, Kyra. That was right down my ear" Alessia grumbles as she glares at the Aussie girl before she shakes her head and walks over to your beside to exchange a hug with you.

"Glad that you're awake, Y/N. You gave us all a scare" Lotte came over and gave you a gentle hug before she ruffles your hair.

None of them 4 girls had caught the glum expressions on the older girls' faces.

"So how long do you think it'll be before your back on the pitch and we can prank everyone?" Kyra questions taking it upon herself to plop herself down on the end of the bed.

"Hopefully not too long" You take the chance to put a front on in front of the girls in the room. "I'll be back before you know it and thrashing you out there!" you give her a grin to hide the deep pain inside.

"How're you feelin' kid?" Lotte glances at you concerned.

"Oh you know, fabulous. Just had the best 24 hour nap" You can't help but joke with the girls even with them all looking so distraught. "Ah come on girls, cheer up. I'm not dead yet, you know?" You tell them.

"I'm sorry no I can't do this. I can't sit here and pretend that everything is okay and fine, when it's not... It's far from okay" Leah spoke up as she goes to move off the bed from where she sat beside you.

"What's going on?" Vic asks confused, having not been in the room previously.

"Y/N/N is tired of life, she wants to give up on it" Leah tells them as her bottom lip wobbles at she tells the rest of the girls what you had said.

"W... What do you mean?" Laura asks, confused and not understanding what the blonde means.

"Y/N wants to die" Leah drops the bombshell before she presses a kiss that lasts longer than usual and then starts to walk away.

"What?" Alessia gasps as her eyes widen in shock as she looks at you.

"Wait, Le... No!" You shot up as you try and latch onto her arm. "Le, don't leave me... I need you-- Please, come back!" you shout aloud as you thrash your arms around.

"I'll go and find her" Lia is quick to follow her, leaving the rest of the girls all still staring at you.

"Y/N, you need to be careful of your bandages or there'll rip" Steph says gently as she looks concerned about your well-being now while she moves to stand by your beside.

"I don't care, I don't... I don't care! Leah! Don't go, come back!" You continue to put up a fight to get out of the hospital bed. "Please, please, c... come back!" you scream at the top of your voice.

What have you done? You made her so upset.

You've made them all so upset, your a horrible person.

Why did you have to blurt it out like that? Your so stupid.

Stupid, selfish... You're nothing but a huge let down.

The voices inside your head was taunting you, you just needed them to stop.

Watching the one person that's always stuck by your side, walk away, it hurts you more that you realise.

More than any pain you currently feel, why did you go and say that?

"Calm down Y/N/N. You'll make yourself sick if your not careful" Beth tells you as she moves to stand on the other side of the bed as she pulls you into her arms for a hug as you just break down into sobs.

"I... I don't care, I don't... Leah! Come back!" Your now sobbing as you still try and do your best to get out of bed to go after the blonde, although it wasn't any good when you had so many different wires and monitors attached to you. "Le, please... please, don't leave me!"

Why did it hurt so much for her to walk away like that? You really were so selflish.

"Deep breaths, Y/N. Just keep on taking deep breaths" Steph adds in, trying to make it to the point where you didn't get yourself too upset that you were physically hurting yourself again.

"I'll be back" Kim eyes you wearily as she exhales a sigh before she also leaves the room to go and find the two girls.

"Leah?" Lia found Leah sat slouched down against one of the walls outside of your hospital room.

Leah peers up to look at the Swiss women, "I can't be in there right now" she mumbles quietly. " I... I just can't do it, I can't sit there and listen to crack jokes about death and be so optemistic when she... when she said something like that, I just can't" she explains to the older girl.

"I know" Lia replies in agreement and moves sit beside her.

"She said that she wants to die, Wally" Leah states as she stares straight out in front of her.

"I... I know" Lia repeats as she exhales a sigh and wraps her free arm around the blonde.

"She said she wants out of life... I... I-- Why?" Leah asks in disbelief as the tears threaten to spill.

"I don't know, Le" Lia mumbles and bits her bottom slightly.

"S...She said she wants to die, Wally" Leah voice quiviers as she repeats what they heard. "She's a teenage girl, s... she has so much more to achieve, so much more-- H... How can she be so depressed about life that she would rather be dead instead?" she questions distraught.

"She's suffering Le" Lia swallows the lump that forms in her throat as she hugs the blonde in her arms. "She's been suffering for a long time and we just didn't know, but we can help now" she tries to speak positive about it all.

"I... I thought she was doing better, she... she was doing better. I don't get it, what happened that made her do this?" Leah wonders numbly as she roughly wipes the tears away and shakes her head. "We can't let her die, we can't let her give up just so easily. She needs to fight... She has to fight!" she adds in.

"We will help her, we won't let her suffer in silence anymore" Kim speaks up as she joins the two of them as she exhales a shaky breath. "Y/N is one of our own, we'll be there for her and she'll get better" she tells them honestly.

"But how can we do that when she doesn't even want the help?" Leah questions as she shakes her head in disagreement. "You heard her in there, Kim! You heard what she said, she doesn't want to live anymore, she did what she did on purpose. H... How can we help her?" she questions as her voice breaks even more.

"We need to make a plan, we can come up with a way to help her... Even if she doesn't want the help" Kim declares with determination in her voice.

"But how do we do that? We can't keep an eye on her 24/7, when we have training and stuff, can we?" Lia glances at the Scots' woman in confusion.

"We keep her in hospital where she'll be safe" Kim tells the two of them.

"And how do we do that? I imagine as soon as she gets the chance then she'll bolt out of here" Leah scoffs and shakes her head, knowing you all too well and you were stubborn when it come to some things.

"We don't let her have the chance to do that then, still is still a minor remember? Technically that means, that you, Leah, since you're her guardian so too speak, you can make that decision for her and notify the doctors of your concern for her own welfare" Kim explains to the blonde, which was somewhat true now since you had moved in with her.

"Keeping her here against her own will? She'd hate me then for sure" Leah mutters as she rubs her hands down her face, feeling the stress of everything even more when the decision was resting on her shoulders.

"She might do at first, but soon enough she'll realise that you're only doing this to help her because you love her just like we all do" Kim gives the blonde a sympathetic smile.

"Kim is right Leah, this will be the best thing for Y/N" Lia speaks up after she had been quiet for a bit.

Leah glances between the two girls that she is sat with. "Is it, really?" she asks, still unsure about it all.

"You know it is Le" Lia states, knowingly.

Okay, maybe Kim has a point there then.

This would be the best decision to make right now.

"Alright, but how do we get here to stay here?" Leah asks, not knowing how to even go about this.

"First things first, we-- you speak to the doctors, you tell them that she cut herself and has admitted that she intended to do it. That's validation for the doctors to detain her for up to 72 hours at least" Kim explains the logical side of it all.

"That is something that I don't think she will like very much" Lia frowns, shaking her head as she listens to the older women.

Leah frowns and shakes her head. "A psych hold? I don't think she'll like that very much" The Swiss women tells her captain

"No, she won't but she won't have much choice if the doctors believe she's at risk of hurting herself again" Kim confesses to them as she exhales a deep sigh. "The doctors will run further assessment to determine whether they need to keep her in for longer and in the mean time, it gives us chance to talk to Jonas and the medical staff, fill them in what's happened and create a proper plan going forward" she adds in.

"And what if you determine that she needs to stay for longer than 72 hours?" Lia questions the Scots' woman.

"Then we cross that bridge when we come to it" Kim replies to the blonde as she moves to crouch down beside her.

"I know that it'll hurt to walk away and leave her here in the hospital Le, but you know as well that this is the right way, it's the only way for her to get better" Lia says honestly.

"Remember that Y/N is our family and we will always be there for her even if she will be mad at us about this" Kim adds in.

"Oh yeah, she is definitely going to be super mad about this" Leah chuckles in realisation about it.

Sure enough you would probably be mad with her, but Leah wasn't going to let you try and kill yourself again, not on her watch.

You were her family even if you were a complete pain is the ass sometimes, but you were her pain in the ass to deal with.

#arsenal x reader #woso x reader #arsenal women x reader #leah williamson #woso #woso imagine #woso fanfics #leah williamson x teen!reader #heavy angst #arsenal x teen!reader #woso one shot #leah williamson x reader #arsenal wfc x reader

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back2bluesidex · 5 months

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20 Years Late - KSJ

Pairing: Divorced, single dad!SeokjinX Best friend, Fem!Reader

Theme: Angst, Fluff, mutual pining, confessions, slice of life au, bf2l au.

Wordcount: 1.3k+

Summary: Seokjin could count on his fingers the things that haven't changed within these 20 years of his life, and one of those is you..

Warnings: mentions of unsuccessful marriage, divorce, mutual pining, quite angsty (Not like girl crush I promise), love confessions, crying, Seokjin is 40, reader is 39. SFW.

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: Happy Seokjin day! Hope our baby is happy and healthy. 💜

And I hope you all like this short piece. I personally like the way it turned out. Tell me what you guys think.

“Appa, you know you have to do it today, right?” Seokhee’s voice sounds less like encouragement and more like a threat. Seokjin knows his daughter well. He knows she will make his life a living hell if he fails to complete his mission today.

So, he has to do it. He has to do it today at any freaking cost.

“Yes, Seokhee! Appa knows.” Seokjin tries to calm his daughter down but in reality, he fails to stay calm himself.

He is nervous. There is a tremble in his hands, which he used to experience back in his rookie days.

Now that he is thinking of those days, he realizes so many things have changed, have been altered even. He used to be youthful, used to throw dad jokes all around, used to hit the club twice a month but now.. All he has is back pain, impending migraine before each boring meeting, and a skin thicker than earth’s mantle.

But he also has more experience, both professionally and personally, and patience. Certainly, a wrong marriage, fatherhood and a divorce has taught him enough about life and he is grateful for that.

He could count on his fingers the things that haven't changed within these 20 years of his life, and one of those is you.

You were with him when he used to be reckless and wild, you were with him when he took the vows he couldn’t keep, you were with him when he held Seokhee for the first time in his arms, you were with him when he signed those divorce papers and you still are with him.

You took care of not only him but also his daughter selflessly. He is grateful to you for all of it, but he is even more apologetic. You kind of sacrificed your life for your best friend, him, and his daughter, Seokhee. And as a result, you are 39 and unmarried.

What unsettles Seokjin even more is that he could have easily held your hands, looked into your eyes and told you that he loves you, he has been loving you for 20 years now… but he failed.

He failed you again and again on several occasions for numerous times in these 20 years. However, that is not what he wants to think of today. He is finally giving himself a chance, giving his life another chance… and giving you an idea of what you and him could be... together.

“Hey handsome, where are you so lost?” you appear out of nowhere and sit down beside him on the sand. Handing him the ice-cream cone, you take a lick from yours.

Seokjin jolts at your sudden appearance. He tries to calculate for how long he has been zoning out. He looks at his phone only to find out Seokhee has cut the call and the screen went back to his wallpaper.. him, Seokhee and you, a happy family... only if it actually was. He puts the device in his pocket.

“Took you so long.” he comments softly as he tastes the vanilla-flavored goodness on the tip of his tongue.

“Yeah. The queue was pretty long.” you point at the ice-cream shop residing a little far away from the place you two are sitting currently. “But it’s worth it. The ice-cream tastes really good. Seokhee would have liked it so much.”

Seokjin scoffs. He sometimes feels jealous of his own daughter because these days all you talk about is her. Is Seokjin nothing more than Seokhee’s father? Are those 20 years long memories fading from your brain or something? Can’t you look at him as Kim Seokjin, the 40 years old businessman, who loves you?

“You miss her, don’t you?” he turns his head to look at you. The mellow sea breeze has ruffled up your hair making it messy, you have a little bit of chocolate at the corner of your lips, your right elbow is covered with sand, your eyes are red and there are eyebags under those. But you are beautiful nonetheless. As beautiful as when he had seen you for the first time, when he was 20 and you were 19.

“Of course I do. I know your ex-wife takes good care of her but I can’t help being a little worried, which makes me miss her even more.” you pout a little. Seokjin’s heart melts into a puddle.

“And what about me? Do you miss me?” he adds a little suggestively, trying to find an answer or a question in your eyes.

“You are practically right here, Jin. Why the fuck will I miss you?” you giggle, nudging his shoulder with yours in the process.

“Not that, Y/N. Don’t you miss your Jinnie? You best friend? The person I used to be before getting married, before having Seokhee?” If Seokjin's voice sounds a little desperate, he does nothing to mask it. It’s you after all. He can show you the real him, the desperate version of himself who craves you and your love.

You smile a little, but there is a sadness in it that tugs at Seokjin’s heart strings.

“Yes. Yes I do. But I can’t let that take me over. Otherwise I will start wishing for impossible, forbidden things that I buried long, long ago.”

“What if those things are not forbidden? Not impossible? What if- what if the wishes are mutual?” Seokjin suggests.

Your expression changes in a heartbeat. When you look at him, he perceives moisture in your eyes. And you look hurt, as if he has trespassed a territory you clearly asked him to stay away from.

“You don’t know what you are saying, Seokjin.” Your voice trembles.

“Don’t call me that. Call me Jinnie, just like you used to 12 years ago.” Seokjin scoots closer to your body.

“I- I can’t-”

“Let’s start afresh. Both of us, you and me, together. Please?” Seokjin cuts you off.

“What? What are you even.. Jin? Are you pitying me right now? Are you extending your kind hands seeing me approaching my 40s without a partner?” Fat trails of tears roll down your cheeks and break Seokjin’s heart.

“No- what the fuck! No-” Seokjin tries to establish his ground but you cut him off.

“Then why? Tell me why are you proposing something so unreasonable like this? Are you joking with me?” you spat at him.

“Do I really have to spell it out for you? I love you! Are you happy now?” Seokjin shouts back, “do think it’s unreasonable to finally give my feelings a chance after debating for 20 fucking years?”

“Jin-”

“For god’s sake, Y/N. I have more gray hair than black these days! Do you think I will be joking about getting married with the woman I love at this age?”

“Are you-”

“Yes! Yes I am serious. I have been loving you since when I was 20 and you were 19. Hell! I took my wedding vows imagining your face and you are now accusing me of pitying you!” Jin’s own face is smeared with tears now. He didn’t even realize when he started crying.

“Was I the reason behind your unsuccessful marriage?” your voice sounds unsure as you address the elephant in the room.

“No. It was a marriage of convenience, none of us were happy. It had to end at a point and it did. You have nothing to do with it.” Jin replies, wiping the tears off of his face.

He finds you biting your lips as you stare at the sea ahead.

“It’s okay if you-” Jin gets silenced as you whip your head at the speed of lightning and place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I love you too, Jinnie. I have always been in love with you, maybe even before you fell for me.” you murmur, connecting your forehead with his.

Tears roll down Jin’s cheeks again, but this time due to happiness. You wipe those with your thumb.

“Finally.. Finally you are mine.” Jin whispers as he leans in for another kiss.

“Yeah, you are a little too 20 years late but we are finally there.” you place your lips on his.

“I love you, Y/N” Jin mumbles in between the kiss, pulling you closer by your waist.

“I love you too, Jinnie.” You reply, wrapping your hands around his neck.

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Kinktober 23

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

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A/N: Another continuation! This one is sort of a part 2 for my Toxic request that I did. Toxic ex-boyfriend Neteyam lights a fire in me. He's such an ass, but I love it lol. Plus, it's a lot of fun to write. I hope you guys like it. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Warnings: P in V, Jealous Reader, Low Key Toxic Neteyam, Low Key Toxic-Loving Reader, Biting, Creampie

There was no one that you had loved like Neteyam. But in that same vain, there was no one who knew how to get under your skin like Neteyam. Ever since the night of the party when he left you high and dry in the forest, it was like he was hell bent on driving you crazy. He got this twisted sense of satisfaction keeping your attention on him even though he had dumped you. Despite dropping you, he still wanted you to only belong to him. And you had a terrible habit of playing right into what he wanted.

You feel out of your mind these days. The way your face still gets frustratingly hot when you look at him and how the tip of your tail flicks, against your will, from side to side when he watches you. The logical part of your mind is scolding you for being still interested in him in any way. But you’d be lying if you said that the other part of you didn’t enjoy the power he still held over you. Maybe you were just as sick as him, after all.

Things finally came to a head when Neteyam made sure to make a big display of himself flirting with another girl in front of you. He’d lean in close to her and whisper something in her ear to make her giggle sweetly at him and she’d run her fingers along his muscles where they’d linger for a little longer than was really necessary. It made you sick to your stomach. Your chest felt hot with anger and…jealousy. Which was ridiculous. He’s your ex and he has the right to do whatever he wants with whomever. But when you see his fingers ghost over her face and start to trace her lower lip, logic gets immediately evicted from your mind.

All you see is red coming up behind Neteyam and it feels like your body moves on its own when you grab the base of his queue and tug hard on it pulling him away from his “conversation”.

“Ah! What the f—”

“Who’s your friend, love?” you ask dripping venom in your words.

Neteyam’s annoyance is quickly replaced by amusement at your actions while the girl looks at you in shock.

“Just a friend that I was—”

You cut him off again, “So nice to meet you! You won’t mind if I steal him away for a while, right? Great.” You fake smile at her as you drag Neteyam away through the trees.

Once you’re far away enough that you’re sure no one else can see or hear you, you release your hold on him. “What the hell is your problem?” you snap at him.

“My problem? I was moving on and talking to someone else. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” He has the most annoying, smug grin on his face knowing that he was purposefully pushing your buttons and you were dancing right in the palm of his hand.

“Don’t bullshit me, Neteyam. You know what I’m talking about. You just had that girl all over you when you know—”

“Know what?” he tilts his head teasingly at you.

Your mouth clamps shut in embarrassment and you let out a groan of frustration.

He steps closer to you and uses a finger under your chin to tilt your face up to his.

“If there’s something you want, sweetheart, I’ll let you have it.”

Fuck, you hate the way that the low tone of his voice makes you clench around nothing.

‘Fuck it.’ You think before practically throwing yourself into him and smashing your lips onto his. Instantly Neteyam’s hands are on every inch of your exposed skin. The kiss is feverish and messy, but full of so much want. He easily lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist walking over to a tree and pinning you against it.

He finally releases your mouth so that he can kiss and lick on your neck while he tried to undo the bothersome tie on your tewng.

“You’re—ah!...You’re still an asshole…” you pant out.

“Mhm” he hums still amused by your petulance.

“And I-I hate you…mmf!” it’s mortifying how it comes out in a whine.

“Yes, yes, I know.” He continues his mission of littering you in kisses and licks. Finally, he manages to get both of your tewngs undone and let them fall to the ground. He holds your hips in place for him to position himself just right so that he can slide you down onto him.

Neteyam wastes no time thrusting up into you and using his hands on your hips to move you in perfect time with his.

“Ahn…f-fuck! Neteyam! Haah…”

“Aw, what’s the matter, baby? Nothing to say now that you’re filled with my cock?” there’s that smug look again. He knows that your English isn’t great, but you loved the sound of him speaking it with his thick accent decorating the foreign words.

You feel yourself getting lightheaded from how you’re panting and your eyes are starting to cross getting lost in the sensation of his thick tip grinding against the spongey part of your walls.

And even though he’s completely buried himself inside of you right now, your mind is still sending you flashes of that other girl talking to him, smiling at him, touching him…touching what’s yours. It sends you into a spiral where a bone-deep urge scratches at the inside of your skull to reclaim what belongs to you.

There’s not a solid, coherent thought behind your actions. It’s purely instinct-driven when you sink your teeth into Neteyam’s neck. And when you bite him, you bite hard. Enough to draw small dribbles of blood from where your fangs had punctured his skin. He sucks in a sharp breath and lets it go in a stuttering sigh.

“Ah! That’s right, baby. Take it.” He says speeding up.

You still have no real idea what he’s saying, but Eywa, if he didn’t make it sound so sexy.

‘More. More. More!’ your body chants to you. It’s not enough. One bite won’t do it. You need to mark him more. Make sure that it’s obvious to everyone that he already belongs to someone. To imbed your scent into his skin so that all other females will steer clear.

You lick the small holes just enough to stop the bleeding and immediately find a new spot to mutilate. And another. And another, still. At this point, he’s starting to look like a chew toy, but neither of you could care less. You don’t stop until you’re satisfied.

When your head finally falls back against the tree, you’re trying your best to still the unsteady spinning in your mind.

“Look at me.” Neteyam growls out grabbing your face and making you look him in the eye.

“You love me, baby?” he asks in that unknown tongue again as he ruts into your clenching walls.

You nod your head with a whimper. You couldn’t care less whatever he’s asking you right now. He could be saying absolute nonsense in your ear right now, but as long as he kept fucking you like this, you would say yes to anything.

“You still mine?”

“Yes! Yes! Neteyam! Oh, Great Mother, I’m going to cum!”

“Go ahead, give it to me. Cum on my dick while I fill you up.” His thrusts become long and deep and your legs tremble in his hold. Your back arches off of the tree while your eyes roll and your toes curl when your release hits you full force.

The constant flutter of your walls hugging his cock like this make him finally spill and paint your insides white.

“Ahhh…Haah….haah…”

Neteyam holds you both still for a minute while you both catch your breaths.

“Vonvä'” you mutter to him. He just cracks a smile and kisses your cheek.

“Whatever you say, yawne.”

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darkdemeter · 4 months

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Y/N “WOLFIE’S” PANEL

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

(Platonic) Avengers cast x GN/Female/Male Reader Feat. on the panel: Elizabeth Olsen, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie & Robert Downey Jr.

A/N — So this was delayed at first because I'd kinda gotten second thoughts, then did a bit of research (just watched some of the cast in interviews and stuff). And then I thought "fuck it, write it." So I did just that. Though I'm not counting on this being "top tier" and very well may be the only time I do this sorta thing. Because I have come to realise when writing this... I CANNOT write celebrities, so great kudos to those who can, and also they make it look so easy!

WORD COUNT — 1.7k

READER DISCRETION — Nothing that should be potentially triggering— maybe slight insecure reader? Nothing really, just that little "did I do good?" y'know? — just Y/N with the avengers cast— Y/N being a little blushing, embarrassed mess

SUMMARY— You meet your fellow cast members on the panel for Comic Con, the debut for the final instalment to Habits of Mother Nature's Will releasing that weekend at the premiere.

You can read the columns here — HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II: AFTERMATH

You never thought you would hear anything louder than the sound of applauding fans and cheers as your name was announced by the panel moderator.

You swaggered onto the stage, your outfit was casual but styled in a way that could pass for formal dress easily. Your hair styled to what you favoured most.

You raised your arm up and waved to the crowd who roared with such vigour, you silently admitted to yourself it was a tad bit intimidating. But you were excited for this panel. To be beside your cast members who you had bonded with over the course of production, and to finally meet those who loved the project as well.

The Avengers series had been a cinematic hit and when you signed the contract, had anyone told you that the three part short series would have been a major hit for audiences, you would have scoffed.

Your co-stars each turned and greeted you with grins as they waved you over. “There they are!” Chris announced into his microphone with a wide grin.

You were assigned to sit between Lizzie and Chris. Anthony sat on Lizzie’s other side.

“Where you been, Y/N? We missed you,” Anthony questioned you with a pout, hands forming a heart over his chest. You chuckled and held up your other hand that held a cup of coffee.

“I needed my fix, leave me alone,” you grumbled. Lizzie squeezed your shoulder lightly with a shake of her head, ushering the others to stop picking on you.

“And you didn’t bring me one,” Anthony tutted and Seb called after him, “the betrayal.”

The crowd laughed and cheered.

“So we were just about to get to the fans' questions, Y/N, and I don’t doubt a lot of them have questions about your character in particular,” the moderator said to you and you nodded.

“Prepare yourself for marriage proposals, Y/N. There is always at least ten for each of us,” Robert said, his voice deep and calm over the mic system.

Your face went bright red. “Well…” you wanted to swear out of habit, but you held your tongue, your head fell forward. “Dammit.”

More laughs came from the audience. The microphone was set up and any fans who had questions were directed to stand in the queue.

The first fan was a young woman, probably about college age. You leaned forward, your arms folded on the table and made your clothes pull against your frame and you looked intensely focused on the fan. Engaged with what they had to say.

The very act made quite a few people swoon and scream, only your eyes flickered to your cast mates with a raised brow.

“I think the proposals have increased quite a bit now,” Chris said with a smirk. It didn’t help relieve the flush in your face when a few whistles of agreement followed his statement.

The girl giggled nervously into the mic in front of her and you refocused your attention on her. “Hi,” she said through her giggles and you nodded, hand lifting slightly to wave.

“Hey, how are you?” you asked and she nodded, “good thank you. I just want to say personally I’m a huge fan of the character, C/N, and I just wanted to ask you how you felt when you got the role to portray them?”

You raised your brows under the weight of the question. You smiled and thanked her for the question. “Hmm, well, I’m not gonna lie it felt scary that I wouldn’t be able to portray the character, but the script writer and director - along with my cast members - they really helped me where I felt I lacked in providing the performance that C/N would. So yeah, thank you for that question, and I’m glad you enjoyed my take on the character, other than that it was a lot of fun.”

She beamed from ear to ear and nodded eagerly. She thanked you profusely and expressed her excitement to see Aftermath in cinemas. Elizabeth patted your hand with a smile. “You did good,” she uttered away from the microphone and you nodded in thanks.

Another fan walked up and greeted the cast. “So I want to know, who would win in a fight against each other: Bucky or C/N?”

“Uh, the correct answer, obviously, would be Ironman.” Robert’s interjection made the crowd fall into a frenzy of hysterics. You grinned, the act natural and your own that you made signature component for your character.

“Remember who killed your parents,” Sebastian taunted and Robert smirked down the table his way. “Uh,” Sebastian began as he leaned back in thought for a moment, “I kinda want to say Bucky. I don’t think C/N could bring themselves to hurt him. So I think he’d use that to his advantage.”

When the fan inquired about your opinion, you shrugged with a tsk. “I think C/N would only win if someone hurt Wanda.” Your answer made the fans giddy, the uproar of cheers enough to bring the roof down like an earthquake.

“I have to say that the fight sequence was so intense, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. The cinema I was in was in such a state, I thought it was gonna get shut down,” the next fan began with a giggle. You and your fellow co-stars couldn’t help but chuckle and smile. It really did make you happy to know that you had done well to provide fans with such excitement. The Avenger films were great and adored by the fanbase, your only wish was that you wouldn’t let the dedicated members of the production and the fans down.

“The fight choreography was brilliant and I wanted to ask what you could share about what went on behind the scenes? Like, how was all of that done?”

Oh, that was a loaded question. “Well…,” you chuckled, “let me first tell you that the entirety of my character fighting in their ‘wolf form’ was me. I did all the motion capture for that–” The room was filled with applaus. “Thank you. Yeah, my stunt double thought it would be funny to visit their family overseas and leave me to do all the motion capture. So I have them to thank for the harness that was riding my ass for the next couple of days,” you answered, though everyone could tell you only meant to tease, that you didn’t mean anything ill about it all.

The experience of doing all the intense choreography was actually one of the most fun aspects you’d ever done in any of your productions thus far.

Anthony laughed into his mic then. “I kid you not, we all have a video around twenty minutes long of Y/N doing the motion capture from the gag reel. And it’s hilarious,” he sighed at the end and earnt a laugh from the crowd.

“It wasn’t easy, man,” you whined, “but– but when I had to do scenes that required a more realistic build, I was saved the embarrassment and actually we had my dog, D/N, do all the motion capture for that.”

A photo of your German Shepherd appeared on the screen above, your arms encircled around them, their head tilted and long tongue hung from their mouth.

“They’re so cute!” a fan in the crowd shouted and you chuckled. “Damn adorable, I love them. I had to be on guard, I was scared Chris would take them home.”

Chris leaned over in his seat, hand slapped to his chest with a toothy grin as he cackled to himself. “I love that dog so much, what can I say?”

The fan thanked you for your time and walked back to their seat. The next fans were two girls, again around the age of college students walked up together. “Hi!” one of them greeted and the other looked incredibly shy, her friend held her close around the shoulders.

“Hey there, how are you?” you asked again. You always asked how the fans were, a habit that was just natural. Human. Kind.

“We’re good thanks. Uh, so this is my friend, Taylor,” she said and indicated to the other girl next to her. She waved and mumbled a meek hello into the mic. Your cheeks folded out into a smile, adoring the girl’s shyness. It was adorable. “And it’s her birthday and I want to ask if you could give her a little birthday present as your character, C/N, please? And with a cherry on top, add your wolf voice?”

Your tongue danced over your teeth as fans left, right and centre cheered and hollered. You could tell it was as much wanted by them as the fans asking for it themselves. “Just out of curiosity, who else is here for their birthday?” you asked and quite a large amount clapped in answer, a view yelled their response.

“Okay, so you can consider this a gift to you guys as well.” You sat forward and rolled your shoulders, getting into the mind of your character.

“Happy Birthday, Taylor.” You stopped to let the fans burn out their screams before you continued. “Told you, marriage proposals all of them,” Robert commented just as you went to speak and you broke out of character for a moment, face palming your hand.

“Go on, Wolfie, you gotta appease the fans,” Robert uttered with a wave of his hand to usher you on.

“I hope you have a wonderful birthday. Wanna play fetch some… sometime in the park?” Despite the momentary hiccup, unable to contain the embarrassed giggle in your throat as your face brightened, you finished.

Even some of your castmates imitated getting flustered, even Lizzie herself fanned her face. Taylor hid her face in her palms and her friend thanked you.

The other beauty of your performance was that the sound editors had little to do with mixing your vocals for the werewolf voices, you had a knack for making it naturally guttural and animalistic.

Anthony snickered playfully. “So I think we can agree that Y/N “Wolfie” has taken over the panel. Can we get a shout or clap if you enjoyed Y/N’s performance of C/N?”

You don’t know how it was possible, but that was the loudest you’d heard the fans.

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The Lost Sister - Part 16

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC A/N: Hope you guys are excited, we are about to start diving into Ophelia's signet! Let me know your thoughts on what you think it could be!

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As I dismount Mealladh after finishing flight training for the day, I hear Tairn growl. So loud to ground shakes slightly. I look up to see his eyes trained on someone. Dain. And he looks angry, more so than usual. Tairn clearly does not like the sight of him as he bares his teeth at him, saliva pooling on the ground beneath him.

Remind me to never annoy you. I say to Mealladh through the bond.

She chuckles. I will never get that angry at you unless you do something stupid. Which I highly doubt.

My bond with Mealladh was getting strong quickly. We could easily communicate with each other, shield each other out with ease. Even without having taken a single Signet Training class. So far the only one in our squad to show a signet had been Sawyer. He could control metal. Nearly took his opponents arm off in challenges when it manifested. Ridoc had told us the story over one of our meals. He thought it was the coolest thing he had ever seen. When would I get my signet? What would it be? They always said the signet represented the rider. Something about their personality or something to aid them. Something they needed. Every time I had tried to think about what it could be I came up short.

Rhiannon appears next to me as Dain slowly approaches Violet. “What do you think that’s about?”

I shake my head. “No idea. But Dain looks angry and Tairn does not look pleased about it.”

”No he does not.” We both laugh.

As it was our last class of the day we were waiting for Violet. All of us usually headed back to the dorms together before . As Tairn takes off Violet looks over to us and motions for us to leave. She had obviously agreed to talk to Dain.

”Have they talked since threshing?” I ask Rhiannon as we start to walk back down to the Quadrant, Ridoc and Sawyer not far ahead.

She shakes her head. “Don’t think so. She hasn’t mentioned if he has. And she would have.”

I nod. “That could be an interesting conversation they’re about to have then.”

”I’d love to be a fly on the wall for that one.” She adds with a smirk.

”Definitely. He says one wrong thing and she’s gonna rip into him.”

As if on queue I hear loud voices behind me. I turn my head to see they’ve barely made it a few steps and she is already angry at him. Poor boy. But he did this to himself. He’d been trying to baby her, send her to the scribes where he thought she belonged. But Violet had been thriving here despite her the limitations of her body. Hell she had bonded the strongest dragon in the Quadrant. Hell she had gotten two dragons. Something no one had ever seen before. And yet he still saw her as this poor frail girl that needed protection. I was thankful Garrick and Xaden had pretty much looked past that with me. I had made sure to prove I was not the girl they left behind in Aretia. I had grown, I had changed. I had adapted to survive. Not that I had much choice. Though I probably could have refused and ended up dead or locked in a cell. I chose the option that kept me alive. The option that got me back to my family, and as close to home that I could get.

The afternoon sun blinds me for a moment as we walk into the courtyard, busy with other riders now that classes are out for the day. I feel that familiar feeling and look over to see Xaden and Garrick leaning against the Academic Building, as if watching over their domain. Their eyes immediately meet mine.

”So what’s going on with you and Tavis?” Asks Ridoc as we stop just inside the courtyard, waiting for Violet to catch up. “Made it official yet now you’ve done the deed.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

Rhiannon groans and rolls her eyes at him. “Really? You still call sex the deed? How old are you again?”

”Hey I was just trying to be more subtle about it in case anyone was listening.” He defends with his hands raised.

”Then don’t ask in a courtyard filled with almost the entire quadrant?” I bite back a laugh at her sassy remark.

”It’s fine Rhi. But if you must know, not yet.” I tell him bluntly.

”Was-”

”And I am not telling you details.” I say as I cut him off causing Sawyer and Rhiannon to laugh at his annoyed face.

Violet storms into the courtyard, clearly not pleased after her conversation with Dain. I laugh as she looks over at Xaden and gives him the middle finger as he arches an eyebrow at her. He can probably sense her mood through the bond. His gaze flickers to Dain who walks through the archway looking sorry for himself.

”Everything all right?” Rhiannon asks as she walks up to us.

”Dain is an ass -”

”MAKE IT STOP!” Someone screams as they run down the steps at an alarming speed, holding his head between his hands as if he was in pain. Not if. He was in pain.

I don’t know his name, but I know he’s one of the first years in third wing. He sits near us in battle brief.

“For gods, sake, make it stop!” He screams again, stumbling into the courtyard.

Every rider is on alert. Hands hovering over weapons ready to attack. Mine move to the daggers on my thighs. Next to Violet I see Xaden and Garrick move forward in a defensive stance, ready to jump in at a moments notice. The riders slowly creep forward, a circle forming around him. He was manifesting his signet. And something in my gut told me it wasn’t good.

”Jeremiah!” A cadet shouts as they rush forward.

”You!” He yells as he spins towards a third year, pointing his finger at him. “You think I’ve lost it!” The way his eyes flare and the tilt of his head, I don’t blame the third year. All of us are thinking it. “How does he know? He shouldn’t know!”

That’s when it clicks. He’s inntinnsic. The one signet that means instant death. All of our thoughts are open to him. And the thought makes my blood turn cold.

”And you!” He spins around, this time to a second year. “What the hell is wrong with him? Why is he screaming?”

He spins towards Dain. “Is Violet going to hate me forever? Why can’t she see that I just want to keep her alive? How is he…? He’s reading my thoughts!”

I have to give Jeremiah some credit. He mimicked Dain’s tone almost perfectly. I look over at Violet to see she looks just as terrified as the rest of us. Xaden and Garrick step forward, shoving Ridoc aside as they move up next to Violet and I who were at the front of our group. Everyone grasps their weapons as Jeremiah unsheathes his shortsword.

”Make it stop! Can’t any of you see? The thoughts won’t stop!” He’s panicking.

”Xaden. You need to do something.” I say sternly, dagger now gripped in my right hand.

He nods before turning to Violet. “Start mentally reciting whatever bookish shit you’ve learned.”

She looks at him confused.

He looks at both of us. “If you value your secrets, clear your thoughts. Now.”

Shit. I quickly slam up my shield as hard as I can. Try to recite what ever useless information I can as well.

”And you!” My heart drops as his eyes lock onto Garrick. “Damn it all to hell. He’ll know about Are-” He barely gets his sentence out before Xaden’s shadows wrap around his mouth, silencing him.

All I can do is stare at Jeremiah. To anyone else Are could have been anything. Could have been any word. But with Xaden’s reaction, I know its not nothing. Something in my heart knows what he was about to say. He was about to say Aretia. My home. Our home. That was destroyed years ago. But why would Garrick have been thinking about it.

Something tugs in my mind. And it isn’t Mealladh. It’s as if something else is there. I focus how Melgren had taught me. I’m in the courtyard back in Aretia. My home. To my left is the throne room door, where I can see Mealladh’s red and white presence glowing around the door I’ve shut off. But at the end of the courtyard is something else. Another presence wrapped in… black shadows? Just like Jeremiah was now. Something in me is calling to pull at it, investigate. I feel my left hand twitch as if wanting to tug on it. I’m so focused on it I don’t even see the professor rush towards Jeremiah. My left hand flexes as my mind tugs on the presence in my courtyard in my head. But as I do so the professor grips his head and a crack echoes off the walls. But I hear it louder in my head as the presence disappears as well as the shadows. Everyone’s so focused on the professor and Jeremiah to notice my recoil. Everyone except for two. As I snap out of it I look over to see Xaden and Garrick staring at me wide eyed. Their eyes darting between me and the floor. Underneath my foot is a deep but short crack. One that was definitely not there before. I can tell from the slight scorch mark and power radiating from it. They go to start towards me but I push through the crowd and use my size to get away before they can get to me. Yet again I am running away as Garrick calls my name from behind me. Part 17 Tag List: @riorgail @going-through-shit @fw-gt @bbkissme99 @xceafh @leptitlu @came-to-laugh-but-cried @onthewaytotimbuktu @daardyrnitta

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #the empyrean #the fourth wing #garrick tavis #garrick tavis x reader #garrick tavis imagine #garrick tavis x oc

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miscling · 5 months

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old pinned

I was working on a new pinned post, but it's so long and has so many words, so maybe I'll just stick to this one...

You can give me a name yourself (or just Lin is also fine). I also respond to toy, slut, kitty, cow, and similar (but never call me a puppy or a bitch). I like to get to know people and talk (lots). I am a good girl and like being praised ^^ I use the queue so if I'm posting and you message me and I don't respond, you know why! I try to answer everyone ^^

I mostly follow trans and/or horny blogs that post horny blog things. If you're queer, trans, in the UK, have a dozen freaky kinks, toppy, and between 30-45 I'd very much like to hear from you, but I love talking to and making friends wherever they are! As a weird trans sub, I need more weird trans doms in my dms. I describe myself as non-specifically queer, with the specifics coming up as someone gets to know me ^^

This is a very horny place. I blog about edging, hypno kink, bdsm, fetishwear, tickling and masochism, petplay (I'm a kitty), hucows/lactation, monsterfucking, CNC, and a lot of generally weird horny shit. I'm an exhibitionist, submissive, and easily controlled. I was a changed woman when I learned how to edge and ran a poll to get permission to cum: here then here and here, now I'm just a dumb horny girl who is controlled by her cunt. I have since given up on trying to cum at all and just edge. I was forced to cum on january 13th 2023 and hope to never cum again. I'm also going to slip this in here: if this intro post gets 100 notes, I'll start sharing my edging recordings on my blog ^^

You can send me tasks with my ask tasks meme! (or look below the cut) I will take tasks from anyone ^^ you can see tasks I've done here! If you like or follow my blog, think about sending me a task as a little gift!

I love to write, and I especially like to write about kink. Read bits about my playtimes with Miscling Writes. Use my ask box liberally, anon or not. I'll answer near anything and you can use my ask meme tag and miscling answers to find questions to ask me (scroll the tag and use any meme you like, but copy in the questions or link the meme!) and I will answer pretty much everything. You can also find pics of me in Miscling Appears and little bits of me in Miscling Rambles. I also strip for notes in my thursday stripping threads.

I have a lovense wishlist: https://www.lovense.com/wish-list/939q and it would be amazing if someone were to gift me toys you can control from anywhere. I already have a lush and ferri, and I'll give out control codes if I'm able to anyone who asks. I'm a slutty set of holes, a toy for others to use. Fill my mouth, cunt, and ass.

This is still so many words... 😵‍💫

I am a toy for others to enjoy!

TASKS ARE CURRENTLY: OPEN

Pick an emoji and send it to me, and I'll go off and do it as soon as I can! If it comes with additional instructions, send those too! I will accept tasks from anyone (including anons), and love to get ask tasks so I can show off how good and obedient I am.

(Most tasks recieved and completed in one day: 12)

🫴 edge for 5 minutes (Send me porn or a post to edge to or a mantra to repeat while I do it, you can use my mantra tag for ideas.) (nothing involving anyone who looks under 18 or scat, I like affirming mantra) 😈 No touching! Don't touch myself for an hour, unless I ask someone for permission first or I get a task. 🤏 play with my nipples for 5 minutes. Mooing optional. 🗜️Nipple clamps, 5 minutes, go. 🥶 put ice on my nipples for as long as I can hold it. ⛓️ Get tied up in self bondage for 15 mins. (send me ideas!) 🕳️ Fill up a hole for 10 minutes! (Choose to plug my cunt or/and ass) 🎁 Share a lovense control link for one of my toys. (no account needed to use, tell me which one or let me pick, 5 minute run) 💋 go practice deepthroating for 5 mins 🤐 no talking! Gag yourself for half an hour! (tell me what kind of gag to use and if I have it I'll use it, otherwise I'll pick) 🖐️ slap myself or get someone to slap me 5 times! (tell me where to get slapped) 🏓 Choose an implement to hit myself with 5 times! (name an implement and location, and I'll do my best) 👗 Get undressed! Be naked for the next 30 mins! 👙 put on your sexiest lingerie for the rest of the day. 💄 Do/touch-up your make-up! I can always make it a lil' sluttier 😉 ✏️ pick a spot for me to write what you want on my body (tell me where, but I won't use anything that won't wash off easy on my face) 🤖 Be a good robot and complete one thing on your to-do list! 🚰 Go get some water and drink it! 🍇 Go get a snack and eat it! 🌊 Fill up a tub of warm water and soak my feet for a bit! 🤗 Put on a big hoodie until I feel nice and cozy! 🦾Magic wands were designed to be back massagers, so use it that way (use my magic wand to massage my back and thighs) ❌ Go take a Break! (go stand outside for 5 mins) 🖼️ take and post a selfie! (I won't post a face pic or anything nsft, mutuals I've been talking to can ask for spicier things in private) 🗣️Speak! Give me a topic to write about (kinky or otherwise) and I'll infodump about it. 📝Post! Give me some text to post to my blog, and I'll copy it out of the ask and post it without editing, changing, or indicating I was told to post it. 😵‍💫 Stare at a spiral for 5 minutes (send me a spiral to use) (I won't use spirals that give me bad vibes, but I'll use any I've already reblogged) 🪆 Be a doll! for the next 30 mins cup your hands, stay on your tip toes, and arch your back. You want to be a good doll after all. 😺 Who's a pretty kitty? (for the next 30mins, keep off the furniture and only move around on all fours, and only talk in meows.) 🐮 Be a good Moo! (pump my udders for 30mins, only talk in moos) ⁉️ Give me a task not listed! (You can find the contents of my toybox here for ideas) (I reserve the right to safeword, but I'm very open and obedient, so shoot your shot)

#about Miscling #misc pinned post

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chiarrara · 2 months

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(part two of this ask from @distorzija-misli6 <3)

Basketball AU: I don't know as much about Basketball as I do about Baseball, so this is a good chance for me to think through positions & what each character's role on the court would be! (and decide if I want to make them taller than their canon heights)

Nobara: I talked about how Nobara likes to drive to the basket and draw (or make) fouls a lot. She's also got a good midrange shot and can make three pointers. She can play anywhere on the court, she's a really versatile player, and she always goes hard. She's also a huge shit talker. She has a reputation for elbowing, pushing, and doing anything to get the ball. Basically, the way she sees it, everyone on the other team is an enemy and she doesn't care what happens to them as long as she gets the basket & her team gets the win. She's not super sappy and motivational with her teammates, she's more into tough love. But she's also super loyal and trusts her teammates fully. I maintain she'd be a sixth man off the bench who can easily sub in for a shooting guard or a forward. (also I might bump her up to be at least 5'5" or 5'7" girly is so short)

Maki: She's a team leader. Cool headed, very skilled, hard worker--she practices more than anyone. She's great at taking charge on the court & directing plays. She's an amazing ball handler, she can dribble the ball up the court, make tough passes, get out of traps, and throw the ball in, all without making a turnover (losing the ball and giving it up to the other team). She has a natural commanding presence and her teammates look up to her and follow her lead. She is absolutely a tough love girly, though. She will tell you exactly what you suck at and need to improve, and you're not gonna get a lot of praise from her. But that just means it means even more when you do get it. Ya girl is a point guard with a good shooting arm and amazing court sense and game knowledge. (I might bump her up to 5'9" or 5'11" just to keep her height on Nobara)

Megumi: Since Megumi is also really strategic I think he started out as a point guard on the men's team, but when the teams merge, he and Maki have to compete for the spot. He kind of wants to just give it to her, but she absolutely won't let him so they play for it. Unfortunately, when it comes down to it, he just isn't as driven, is too unselfish with the ball, doesn't go all out and loses (queue Gojo-Megumi heart to heart). After that, I think he transitions to more of a shooting guard/small forward position. He's a defensive focused player, he gets near the basket to get rebounds, he creates opportunities on offense by running plays that confuse the defense, he blocks players on the other team to create scoring opportunities for his shooters. He can score from anywhere on the court, but he often passes the ball when he should be taking a wide open shot. Room for improvement. (we'll make him 6'1"-6'2"?)

Yuuji: He's a tough player, strong and athletic, but he's not fouling on purpose like Nobara does. He plays under the basket a lot, he's a strong shooter. He's got all kinds of layups, jump shots, and the occasional three. Any opportunity to dunk he's taking it. Any opportunity to block the other teams shot, he's taking it. He's extremely coachable, if you tell him to jump, he literally asks how high. Great free throw shooter because he can just turn off crowd noise & distraction and focus in. He's the notorious D1 athlete in a post game interview. His answer to everything is "we left it all on the court" or "we gave it 110%". One time he broke his nose colliding with a guy and had to wear one of those bizzare looking face guards for like a month after. (6'0" he's gotta be shorter than Megumi, sorry)

Yuuta & Toge: They're both shooting guards, knocking down three pointers. Yuuta tends to defend more under the basket because of his height where Toge is out on the perimeter. Toge's a great ball handler and can make quick passes and weave around the defense. Yuuta's great at getting in position, side-stepping, shot faking, at shooting from mid-court. They're both supportive teammates and are great cheerleaders from the bench. (Yuuta is 6'4" and Toge is only 5'10" on a good day)

Panda: He's the tallest, the biggest, and the strongest. He's posted up under the basket making layups, blocking shots, getting rebounds, and boxing dudes out so they have to take bad shots. He can go absolute beast mode on a counter attack and jump over a dude to get a slam dunk. He's the biggest morale-booster & the heart of the team. (he's still 6'7")

Shoko: She was the head coach of the women's team and when they merged, she got the position to coach the coed team. She's decisive, outwardly unemotional, and extremely effective. She doesn't pump the team up with big speeches, she's much more subtle, but she develops the relationships in practice and throughout the season so when it comes to a make or break moment, her team believes her when she says, "Well, I know you can win, so are you going to?

#jjk basketball au #nobamaki basketball au #nobamaki #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nobara kugisaki #maki zenin #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #shoko ieiri

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darleuxox · 2 years

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☆ samantha larusso x gender neutral reader dating headcanons

warnings: violence, angry sam

summary: n/a

author’s note: everytime sam larusso beats someone up on cobra kai i start twirling my hair and kicking my feet

♡ sam can be incredibly overprotective. especially when the tension between dojos gets really intense. she’ll always be holding your hand or have her arm wrapped around your waist so your both close. (for protection. of course. and cuddling)

♡ she is so caring and attentive. sam remembers all of your favorite things and gives incredibly sentimental presents. y’all probably have a couple of inside jokes that confuse the hell out of other people.

♡ are you into karate? on one hand, that’s good. when karate really takes over her life that doesn’t impede upon her time with you. you both likely train together (even if you’re not in the same dojo) and always cheer one another on. unless you’re in cobra kai. if you’re in cobra kai she’s fighting tooth and nail to get you out of there.

♡ if you’re not into karate you won’t train with her, but she loves to have you come by the dojo and watch. queue you swooning over sam kicking people's asses!!

♡ she tries to be humble but secretly she loves showing off to you

♡ during the whole karate war she hardens on the outside, and you’re one of the few people who gets to see her dorky side.

♡ sam is adorably grumpy at times. although she may need some space once she returns she angrily demands cuddles and head scratches. asap >:(

♡ she loves it when you run your hands through her hair (just not too rough so you don’t damage the curls)

♡ if we’re talking bi sam larusso i’d like to introduce you all to daniel larusso saying ‘lgbtq’ like he’s a new york city pizza delivery man

♡ girl gets jealous so easily, especially if you’re getting friendly with someone from an opposing dojo. if tory flirted with you though? the earth would shake with her rage. people will die (probably tory.)

♡ if an opposing dojo targets you the rest of miyagi-do will have to hold sam back from burning whoever it is to a crisp.

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itsnickgalitzine · 6 months

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i'm too tired for making this separate between muses, so mostly focusing ooc here and posting on nicholas as i'm so fucking sore and drained but also, i want to post this because.. my love for so many of you and this whole group really is undeniable.

a few of you, mean so much to me and i want to specifically reach out and say that i appreciate you for the true happiness you bring me.. so, special moment to appreciate..

@milcycyrus / @florenvcepugh - rae, i've seriously come to love you like family and getting to know you has been amazing. the miley videos you send me, the ideas for our ships, talks about how life is for us.. all of it makes me smile. you make me so happy because of how just amazing and sweet you are. i adore our ship, awsten loves miley so much and i adore you as much. and also nicholas loves flo like a sister, honestly.

@joeykvng / @rossyhq - where do i even begin? you make me happy because of the connection we had since day one. the little squad we have with melody makes me day and talking to you both is always a reason for me to smile. i can't not say something. so honestly.. love you so much and thank you for making my day in so many ways and being a reason i smile. ross and tyler are adorable, btw and i'd never trade joey's friendships with nicholas, awsten and selena for anything.

@therestayzakhar - honestly, i think we've known each other forever it feels like. you're incredible. how don't you make me happy? i'm always smiling and laughing with you and it's just the best. sometimes just seeing you online really makes my day and i couldn't ask for anything better. you're amazing and thank you for also being another reason i smile. nicholas is also always smiling thanks to taylor, sofia and jacob.

@ariianaz / @tylrswfts - you're just sweet and adorable, okay? i could list so many things as to why and how you make me happy. i loved the way our celebs meshed from day one and both have awsten so drawn to them as a friend and a fan. don't even get me started on selena who's always happy to interact with them.

@famejauregui - you already know you make me happy. we don't have to talk every day, but the ship we made? has my heart. i love plotting with you when we can and talking to you about our muses, each other and just checking in sometimes. all small things that leave me smiling. you're amazing and i'm so glad we got to know each other.

@lilyjxmes - you had me the moment we started talking and more so when you said you like amy & jonah that became ben & america. even if we don't talk or interact as much as we might like, whenever we do, i'm left smiling. you definitely make me happy with all our interactions and the ship will always be special to me. silly and cute.. just like you.

@margseliserobbie / @mollymaehague - i had to include you because you make me so happy as we've connected and interact. seeing you on the dash (outside of your queue) always makes me happy and smile. i enjoy seeing your and your girls on the dash and will always want something going with you on them. you're amazing ic and ooc.

@hale-raiser - from ava max swapped to awsten to nicholas.. you've made me happy because of how well our muses just seemed to connect. i easily see the best friendship with nicholas and lucy and any friends he gets makes him the happiest guy. she's easily becoming someone he loves and appreciates and he couldn't be happier with her in his life just in the same as i'm glad i have you in mine. even if we don't talk as much ooc, i still appreciate having you. and seeing you online does make me happy. you're so much fun to roleplay with.

@m-mount / @lw-tomlinson - i have to include you because you've made me happy is undeniable. we haven't spoken a lot ooc, but it's all definitely made me happy. the connections your boys have with mine? mason and awsten, louis and andy -- know it makes them truly happy to have such amazing friends to talk to and joke with.

there's so many more of you i could list and right now, with what i'm dealing with i'm just adding this little ending thing. (prior to things, on like tuesday) even in my drained current state, i can't not remind so many of you that you make me happy because how nice and welcoming you all are. all the interactions, ooc talk and just making me and my celebs always feel appreciated and welcomed. i couldn't ask for a better place to do what i love most.. write. this whole group really makes me happy. ( @hollywoodfamerp ) - adding this a bit late but.. happy sunday, i can't not include the group as a whole. just had to add how special this group as a whole is and made me happy since day one of joining being so welcome, sweet, understanding. the admins are amazing, the events are fun and i just love being apart. i always get so happy to wake up and make gifs for my people or get on for replies. it's truly a wonderful group and i'm happy to be apart of it.

#hfrpappreciation #[ took me far too long to finish this. added the last bit and posting now ]

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skittlesfics · 2 years

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name: secrets (part one) (part two) (part three) pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader wordcount: 2880 prompt: Eddie reminds you whose girl you are content/warnings: unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, lots of cursing some mild dom!eddie dialog but he's really sweet the whole time instead, a few minor perspective shifts author’s note: You can technically read this without reading the other parts! I was gonna queue this but I'm too anxious something will happen to our boy tomorrow. This is unedited, so sorry for any typos. -

You felt lightheaded as you climbed into Eddie's van, letting him boost you gently into the back. Gareth had taken all the equipment with him when he left, leaving room in Eddie's van for the nest of blankets and pillows he had made for you after you complained about fucking on the hard floor. You fell into it easily, taking in the lingering scent of Eddie's cologne.

He climbed in behind you, slamming the doors to give you privacy. He lingered for a moment, looking down at you fondly from where he sat on his knees. You had been avoiding him in the days leading up to this gig, and it hit him full force how much he had actually missed you. Fuck, he'd been so stupid.

"You gonna look, or you gonna touch me?" You teased, kicking your boots off and shoving them by the back door. Eddie grinned at you, his eyes slowly trailing the length of your body. "You're a lovely sight." He teased, "Were you trying to make me jealous tonight, or you pick this out for Hargrove?" There was a dangerous lilt to his voice that let you know you were in trouble no matter your answer. You flushed darkly, looking away from him.

"I just wanted to feel good, Eddie. I dressed up for me." You insisted. He hummed, reaching out to run one hand up your outer thigh. He stopped at your skirt, tracing his thumb over the leather.

"You wore this short little thing for you? Not for sitting on Harrington's lap like a cute little ornament?" He challenged, slipping his fingers beneath it to trace the soft skin there. You squirmed under his touch, nodding insistently. "Well, then we better make you feel good, huh? Now that you're all dressed up for it?"

"Please?" You whimpered. Eddie closed his eyes tight for a second as your plea crashed into him, the full force of his desire sweeping him all at once. Fuck, you could ruin him.

He kicked his shoes off and joined you on the pillows, sitting up against the wall of the van.

"C'mere." He insisted, patting his lap. Your tongue darted out to wet your suddenly dry lips and you obeyed, scrambling to sit on his legs.

"Think I didn't notice Harrington getting all hot and bothered underneath you? Think I didn't care?" He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down into his lap so he could nestle his face into your neck.

He breathed in slowly, the smell of cigarettes and your perfume overwhelming his senses. Fuck, he had almost let you go.

You turned to understand Eddie's hesitation and his big brown eyes were filled with such affection and longing for you that you almost started crying all over again. You opened your mouth to speak, but then his lips were on yours again, pressing sloppy half kisses to as much of your open mouth as he could get at this angle. You giggled into his mouth and he tightened his fingers on your thighs, trailing his kisses from your mouth to your neck.

Your giggles turned to quiet gasps as he nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving faint teeth marks across your skin before settling into the place he liked to mark you. You shifted in his lap, tilting your neck to give him better access.

His lips were dry and slightly chapped as he opened them against your neck, but you forgot immediately as his tongue swept across your skin. His mouth was wet and searingly hot, drawing soft whimpers from you as he sucked gently at your skin.

"Gonna mark me up, Eds? Gonna show 'em who I belong to?" You tried to tease, but the words came out breathless as Eddie scraped his teeth against your skin. He gripped the front of your throat with his hand, careful not to press too hard on your airway, and held you still to make his mark. His rings were cold against your blazing skin, almost soothing. You melted into him, eyes falling shut as his free hand slid beneath your Metallica shirt, his fingers grazing the soft skin just above the waistline of your fishnets.

He pulled away from your neck, blowing a puff of cold air across the blooming bruise that made you shiver.

"You're telling me you need more than one to send the message?" He teased, his grip tightening around your throat just enough to remind you that his fingers were there, as if you could forget. As if you were thinking about anything but his fingers as his other hand slid further up your shirt.

"So you're just being greedy." If it weren't for his hand cupping your breast, you might have been able to defend yourself. The words sprang to your lips, but his thumb rolled over your nipple and you forgot how to speak, arching back into him as a soft mewl fell from your lips instead.

"Shit," He rasped in your ear. His hand flew from your throat to your hip, gripping hard in an attempt to stop you from squirming in his lap. "We're not going to get very far if you keep at it like that, sweetheart."

"You put me here." You protested when he didn't stop touching you. "Not my fault." You didn't know how he expected you to sit still when his fingers made you feel like your body was on fire, the cold silver of his rings the only thing granting you a brief reprieve from the burning.

"Not my fault." He mimicked, his voice high in your ear. You frowned and started to pull away from him, but he wrapped his arms tight around you and held you against his chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You're so cute when you're all whiny." He peppered your face with kisses, one hand already creeping to the hem of your skirt.

"Aren't you supposed to be making the past few months up to me or something?" You squirmed in his grip, trying to slide under the arm still pinning you to his chest.

"I would be if you would sit fucking still." He struggled to hold you, fingers sinking into the leather of your skirt for leverage, but you managed to slide out of his grasp anyway, escaping onto the pile of pillows. You collapsed back into them and gave him a sweet smile from your new position.

Eddie muttered something that sounded awfully like slippery little brat before pushing himself to his knees. Without you there to hide it, you could see the imprint of his cock straining against his jeans. He clearly felt it, too, as he paused in his pursuit to unbuckle his handcuff belt and slide it from its loops in one smooth motion. He tossed it to the side and unbuttoned his pants, jerking them down his thighs. He didn't bother to remove them all the way, walking the few steps on his knees it took him to collapse next to you.

"Graceful." You leaned over, pushing his dark curls out of his face so that you could kiss him. He grabbed your face, turning your sweet peck into something deeper. You opened your mouth for him, tongue instinctively meeting his. He still tasted like cheap beer, but it was Eddie and you couldn't remember tasting anything sweeter.

His other hand found your thigh, his rings catching slightly in your fishnets as he pushed your legs apart.

"I've wanted to do this all fucking night." He rasped against your lips, his fingers threading carefully through the holes in your fishnets to push your panties to the side.

"All night?" You tried to tease, but your words were thick in your throat as he slid his middle finger through your already slick folds.

"Shit. You're so wet already, sweetheart." He dropped his head next to yours, molding his body into your side as he spread you open with his fingers. You could feel his cock pressed against your side, a wet spot forming on his boxers from the head. You reached for him blindly, angling your arm between you to grope at him through the thin fabric.

Your touch dragged a choked sound from his throat, and you tried to focus on touching him as he slid two wet fingers across your clit.

"Eddie, that's unfair." You hissed, fumbling with the waistband of his boxers. He laughed, the sound warm and rich and so fucking sexy when it vibrated through you like that. He did it again for good measure and you gasped, your hips tilting up against your will.

"Unfair?" You managed to slip your hands into his boxers and you palmed his cock. The angle was weird, but you managed to wrap your fingers around it enough to stroke him. He wasted no time in working you open to slide two fingers inside of you, cursing when you clenched around him instinctively.

The world around you was fuzzy and distant, your world reduced to the two points of contact between you and Eddie: your fingers, and his cock. You wanted to respond, but he was fucking you with his fingers, his lips busying themselves with the soft curve of your neck as you pumped his cock.

"Been thinking about fucking you since we got on stage." Eddie circled your clit with his thumb, flexing the two fingers inside of you dexterously to push against your g-spot. The sound you made was somewhere between a sob and a moan, but you didn't care, not when Eddie's fingers were making you feel like lightning was skating across your skin.

The pace of your hand faltered, but if Eddie cared, he didn't mention it, shifting to give himself a better angle.

"Could've bent you over one of those speakers in front of the entire fucking crowd, watching you dance in front of me like that." You barely registered his words, your entire body signaling that you were close close close.

"Eddie" That one was a whine, a plea for him to not stop. Don't fucking stop. He knew you well enough that you didn't have to say it out loud, your body curling instinctively around him as he forced moans from your lips.

"Didn't look back at me once the whole time." He twisted his fingers, forcing a sob through your parted lips. The part of your brain that could hear him wanted to protest, to remind him that it was his own fault, but the rest of your brain was too focused on the way he made you feel: the press and slide of his thumb across your clit, the rhythmic flex of his fingers inside of you, the ghost of his lips on your burning skin, the press of his rings into the sensitive flesh of your pussy. Fuck. He was still talking, but you couldn't process the words anymore. Your body clenched around his fingers and your curled in on yourself, grabbing onto his arm and squeezing as the world came crashing down around you. You were vaguely aware of your own steady litany of fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, but it was a deep groan from Eddie that pulled you through your orgasm, leaving you shaky and breathless at his side.

He pulled his fingers from you slowly and you could hear as he sucked your juices from each one, pulling them from his mouth with an obscene pop that would have made you blush if you were coherent enough to do so. He shifted and you heard the tell-tale sounds of him struggling with his jeans, quiet curses spilling from his lips as he struggled to pull them off fully.

When you managed to open your eyes, he was back up on his knees, smiling fondly down at you in a way that made your chest ache. You loved him so much it hurt and if he didn't kiss you right that second, you were going to explode. You reached your arms up for him and he leaned over you, his hair tickling your face. You wrinkled your nose, pulling his hair back so that he could kiss you fully. He kissed you slow this time, exploring your mouth with the care of a man who had all the time in the world. If his cock wasn't pressed against the leather of your skirt, you might have forgotten that he didn't come yet.

"Help me out of this, Eds, I want you." You started tugging at your skirt, but Eddie grabbed your hands, pulling them up and out of the way.

"Keep it on. I'll replace the fishnets."

You started to question him, but he reached down and grabbed either side of your stockings, ripping the threads to make an easier hole for himself. He pulled your underwear to the side and you might have protested if he didn't look so goddamn enraptured by you.

"Such a pretty pussy." He purred. He held your panties to the side with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other, dropping lower on his knees to line himself up with you. You scooted forward to assist, lifting your hips slightly to make it easier for him to slide in.

When he did, you were rewarded with a low groan, Eddie's brow furrowing as the sensation hit him all at once.

"Fuck, you're so fucking warm, I'm not gonna make it." He gasped, dropping down onto the hand he had been holding his cock with. He moved slow, taking measured breaths to keep his composure. That wouldn't do. You squeezed around him and he cursed, his hips snapping instinctively to yours.

"Who said I wanted you to?" You loved to watch him fall apart. The switch was instant. He propped himself up on his arm, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as he focused on driving his cock into you, his pace punishing you for playing coy. You could see in the flare of his nostrils that he was close already, each stroke a marker of his self-control.

"Wish I could fuck you like this all night. Look so pretty down there getting fucked." His words were labored, but they made you shiver all the same. He doesn't stop fucking you, his pace steady despite his ragged breaths. You want to tell them that he's the one who's pretty, all dark brown eyes and fuzzy hair, but the words just. Won't. Come. When he's fucking into you desperately, watching your face like that.

This part was supposed to be for him but your head grows hazy with the pleasure of having him so close, his cock stretching you just enough to feel it. He knows it too, switching his angle to fuck up into your g spot, your name tumbling from his lips as the increased sensation sends both of you hurtling towards the edge.

You reach for him, sliding your hands over his chest, down his arms, across his face -- wherever you can touch him, as if you need to anchor yourself, to remind yourself that he's real, that what he's making you feel is real.

"Wanna come for me Eddie?" You manage, the words heavy in your mouth. His hips stutter, his pace faltering at your words.

"Shit! Can't yet. Not until you--"

"I'm on birth control Eds, and we can buy a pill tomorrow. Reminding me I'm yours, right?"

The sound Eddie made was llike nothing you've heard before as any resistance he had melted away. He laid his sweat slicked forehead against your skin, using one of the fingers of the hand holding your panties to clumsily circle your sensitive clit as he rushed closer closer closer.

You made sounds that you knew you'd be embarrassed about later, but none of that mattered because Eddie was fucking you, touching you, moaning your name, begging you with that sweet tone to just let go and before you realized it, you were.

Your entire body was fire, erupting under him as he thrust into you once, twice, a final time and he trembled, falling apart over you. You clenched around him, wrapping your arms and legs around him and pulling him in close as you trembled, your walls milking the cum from his cock with each convulsion until he was practically weeping from sensitivity.

Eddie waited until you released him before pulling out slowly, hissing low at the sensation on his now overly sensitive cock. He collapsed next to you again and pulled you onto his chest, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"All that, and didn't even get you out of your clothes." He tugged playfully at the hem of your shirt. You giggled, glancing down to see that you were fully clothed, and he was in only his shirt and socks. The realization only made you laugh more, still half-drunk from the afterglow, and Eddie beamed at you, his eyes full of affection.

"That's my girl." He leaned down for a kiss and you returned it sweetly, dropping your head back onto his chest when he pulled away.

"Mmmmhmm. And we're going to tell people now, yeah?" You asked sleepily.

"Oh hell, yeah. I'm going to tell the fucking world."

#Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson Reader Insert #Stranger Things Smut #Stranger Things Reader Insert #x Reader #Stranger Things Imagine #2500 - 3000 #Smut #Fluff

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junianashore · 10 months

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I seem to have messed up the queue timing for this post, but regardless: onto the first Trimax volume! Even though this is a vastly different canon from Tristamp, we’re leaving the boundaries of my vague familiarity with the plot. I can only imagine being an original reader and finally getting to return to the story after a hiatus.

-I love how easily this page gives us a sense of the intervening two years spent with Lina and her grandmother. Has Vash ever settled down with anyone for that long before…and now that I think about it, has Wolfwood? He apologizes for breaking up their little family when he probably has no idea what it’s like himself : (

-Meryl is back! And she’s spent the last two years defending both Vash and her chosen line of work. In this canon they spent four months together before the two year time skip (I think in Tristamp it’s only about two months, most of which we don’t get to see.)

-Well this poor woman is traumatized for life. A normal day in town, getting crushed by a stranger falling from an exploding building into your car. Also, Vash has a rather skewed idea of the average insurance agent’s capabilities now, doesn’t he?

-100+ years of insane training gets you this, apparently. I am picturing teenage Vash surrounded by shattered wine glasses.

-Unlike the insurance girls, Wolfwood hasn’t quite mastered the art of tailing Vash yet. Got to start waking up at 4 am!

-I mostly understood what was going on here, which is wonderful! All of the action is neat, even if I hardly ever have comments on it.

-This arc was quite the interesting moral quandary. I like how Brad and Doc neatly summarize Vash’s philosophy in terms of Wolfwood’s “Even people who will never fight would pick up a gun if their loved ones were killed” quote. For him, the whole world is classified under the category of loved ones who deserve the extra mile when it comes to their safety and happiness.

#Trigun #trigunbookclub #trimax volume 1

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lindleland · 1 year

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I'm done with Danganronpa: Ultra Despair Girls, and I do mean that in more ways than one.

The weird thing is that by Danganronpa standards this game is shockingly well put together. Looking at this from a game design perspective there wasn't anything glaringly insane - the controls were generally okay, the different gun abilities were well thought out, and the various different gameplay modes all fit together into a satisfying gameplay loop. Not impressive by any means - I was particularly irritated by the Monokumas AI during the arcade sections - but mainline Danganronpa's gameplay loop is a fucking mess and this is positively sensible by comparison.

No, the problem with this was all in the actual story. The plot makes so many bizarre leaps in logic and makes so many bizarre decisions in the name of getting from point A to B that it's a complete mess, the tone is all over the place even by Danganronpa standards, and just. Kotoko. Just Kotoko.

It's a shame because this could very easily have been a good game and has a lot of redeeming features - Toko and Komaru's relationship throughout the game is one of the whole series high points for me - but not anywhere near enough for me to actually recommend playing it.

Anyway, as much as I was playing this specifically to get to V3, I'm gonna take a bit of a break before I play/liveblog that (although this queue is like a week long so it might pick up immediately afterwards, who knows). I'm going to Megacon this weekend where I bet I'll get spoiled on that at the very last second after almost three years of avoiding spoilers.

Anyway sorry to all the people who followed over this that I ended up hating the game, fingers crossed V3 will fare better. I mostly liked Trigger Happy Havoc and loved Goodbye Despair so we'll see.

#danganronpa #ultra despair girls #lind plays ultra despair girls

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lune-de-miel-au-paradis · 6 months

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Red as crimson, green as jade and gold confetti rain

Summary: Nina just wanted a night out with her best friend , to dance a little and release all her pent up frustraiton of her stressful life. However, she meets a pair of particularly captivating eyes and their owner.

Pairing: Darth Maul x OC Nina Cerasus

Warnings: Mention of dealing with illness, anxiety, trust issues, daddy issues, alcohol use. (Let me know if I left out something.)

AN: This fic means a lot to me and I worked on it a lot. If you have any advice or comments, please share them with me kindly. I'm posting for the first time in years and I don't want nasty comments to discourage me from posting again. If you don't like it, please go to another blog. I did my best to translate it, so pls forgive me, English is not my first language. Moodboard made by me, pictures from Pinterest. Please enjoy reading!

previous chapter

It was late, just the time when night stretched its dark substance across the sky. The three moons in different moon phases illuminated the night above the city of Theed. Despite the night, the streets were not deserted. This is when the streets near the city's university center really started to come alive. The streets were full of cheerful young people and many other species going from one place to another to have fun. For those who liked to relax but in a more peaceful environment, there were art bars and night cafes. Here it was possible to chat cheerfully, take part in a slam poetry evening, and play various games such as dejarik or sabacc. However, the back streets were filled with entertainment places where you could dance and drink. One of the best such places was the Pantheon. With it’s ornate columns and carvings, Naboo paid tribute to the ancient culture. It is both a reminder of the past and a monument to the future.

Inside, however, neon lights flickered and illuminated the dancing bodies on the dance floor. The place had a good reputation not only because the best DJs and bands held concerts here every night and served the most special drinks from faraway places, but it was also notorious for it’s serious security. There was no place for mischief and fights here. The security guards immediately threw out the troublemakers. Jedi were not welcome here, although they were not banned either. But the entertainers did not miss the superior judgment from those "monks”, it was way more exclusive anyway for them.

It was also forbidden to take pictures inside, so all objects suitable for taking photos were confiscated in a safe at the entrance.

After all, descendants of royal families and serious diplomats and bankers also had fun here. If you did not arrive with the right company or your name was not on the list, you could go to another place. Because baby, this is not a place for you.

The music echoed outside and reached her like a distant throb as she walked toward the queue. She doubles her pace because she knows she's a little late, she's been studying for too long. Her high heels clatter on the cobbled street, and her dark hair waves behind her shoulders from the movements of her haste. She hears a familiar voice, slows down with a smile and walks to the front of the line, where her dear friend Polina cheerfully waves to her.

It wasn't hard not to notice the girl. Polina was a little taller than average, her messy bob was pink, and her charisma oozed cheerfully around her like a sweet scented love potion. Her smile was easily contagious to others, she could also be very serious when it came to business, and if she was in a cranky mood the maker would beware of those vampire teeth.

But tonight was about relaxing and having fun.

"Over here! Little miss Always-late-Nina has finally arrived." she stretched out her long arms, hand in hand to help her friend crossing the cordon, shiny colorful thin bangles jingled on her wrists.

"You are not very funny." she rolled her eyes as answer. "I told you I would get here sooner or later. And it really doesn't matter since you put our names on that list."

"You look hot. I'm glad you bought the dress" her pink haired friend made a motion with her arm that spun Nina around.

"Me too"

After receiving the characteristic laurel wreath-patterned gold seal on their wrists, they walked in. With each step, the music became louder, first just a thump, then the beat and finally the rhythm reached them. The sound of the music almost collapsed on them. The whole room shakes with the power of the bass. The reflectors flash in shades of blue, purple, pink and white. Moving landscapes are projected onto the walls, creating the illusion that sinful souls are partying in the dense depths of a grove, a rainforest, the sand dunes and remote tropical beaches.

The crowd writhes, dances, bodies jump to the rhythm, bartenders in elegant clothes pour expensive drinks. The musicians rule the mood of the crowd like gods. The entertainment venue could be divided into three parts, the dance floor, the bar with its counter and the platform where the musicians and DJs were. The plan was simple to get a few drinks and become one with the dancing crowd. Maybe making out with a handsome male.

Nina ordered two drinks. It happened without words, there was no point in trying to shout over the noise. The girl signaled with her hand in a peculiar way, then swiped her card through the payment terminal. There was no possibility of cash here. The bartender mixed the drinks with spectacular movements, using all of his four arms. He could have been a separate spectacle, he was so precise that not a drop of drink was spilled, but thanks to his speed, they barely had to wait a few minutes when he handed them to the girls. Laughing, they lifted it up and drank it. Alcohol warms them like a liquid fire, their stomachs almost seem to be on fire too. On their tongues, they feel the sweet taste of cherries and the drink's special secret twist, the golden spice. It was a milder, refined version of the usual spice, legal in small quantities when mixed into a drink, but it was rather called by it’s name. So if someone wanted a special drink, they had to show the code name with their hand.

Nina asked for two Jupiter’s twist.

"I love this place! One day I'll open one like this too. Cool music, good drinks, secret hand signals. And only special people will come in, full of interesting and sexy people." Polina shouted into Nina's ear.

"If you're just having fun and not studying for the exams, I doubt that you'll have a chance to open a place like this without a good job."

"Hey, this isn't fun! I'd rather call it brainstorming! They don't teach that in marketing school! Where else would I get special ideas and useful tips, if not directly on the ‘field’? This is an internship, exactly as you will soon have to go." Polina is satisfied with the presentation of her own point of view, and after more sips she adds, "look, it's the same. I even pay for the drink in addition to the entrance fee.”

After the drinks, they went straight to the dance floor. They blend into the dancing crowd with ease. Everyone is beautifully dressed, moving in their own way to the beat of the music. There are even people dressed in costumes among them. Polina completely surrenders to the rhythm. Her every move is attention-grabbing. Nina takes two short drinks from a tray and they chug them. She moves her hips with ease and confidence, her arms snake around seductively. She throws her hair back and enjoys the way her dress hugs her body, the light reflecting off the silver dress as if it were a live disco ball. The dress is made up of small hexagon-shaped mirror panels, the mini skirt continues in an x shape, covering her two breasts, and forms a strap behind the neck. Her back is completely uncovered, her tattoo is visible. On her side and belly the intersections of the dress form triangular holes leaving her skin uncovered in those places. A transparent tulle-like material falls from under the skirt. Small hexagon-shaped crystals also sparkle on the edge of the bottom of the dress. It barely covers the strappy shoes she decided to wear tonight.

Her cocktail dress is definitely pretty, but not as flashy as the looks of the nobles here. Still, she feels very pretty and watches amusedly as the light from the dress's mirrored panels spills onto the wall and onto the dancers. She jumps and dances with Polina. The heat begins to bloom between their ribs. They dance until their feet hurt. They are surrounded by tangled limbs and perfumed necks. Glitters and jewels shine everywhere from the colorful canvases on which they are sewn. Even though Nina's skin is forming a thin layer of sweat and the air is getting more stifling, she doesn't stop. She feels free and careless. The problem is that it only lasts for a short time. She feels the anger that has been building up for years inside of her. No matter how much she dances, runs or gets every good grade, the anger doesn't want to leave her chest. It weighs down her heart from the inside like a millstone.

How much she craves a cigarette! Her surroundings were getting annoying. Too many, too narrow and too groping. While dancing, she thinks about how nice it would be to push the dancers away from her to have some space. Or how nice it would be to break the nose of the male who touches her unsolicited in more intimate areas. She didn't even notice that she clenched her fists and closed her eyes. She lets out a deep breath and pushes those thoughts away.

As she looked up, her jade eyes widened and fixed on another pair of eyes. This pair of eyes is dark and foreboding. They watch her from the darker corners of the club. The owner of the special colored irises is a zabrak species. In black from head to toe, if the lights weren't flashing he would almost completely blend into his dark surroundings. Around him, everyone moves as if he were just a ghost that came back to haunt and which no one can see, even Nina herself did not fall out of rhythm, just only her eyes froze on him. But she keeps eye contact, still. Neither of them blink, neither of them wants to break the spell that has taken over them. Nina was completely mesmerized by the pair of eyes. The outside of the iris was crimson red, and the inside, approaching the pupil, was as golden yellow as sunlight. Despite the low light, they almost glowed. He had the so-called "eyeshine" just like the big phantera cat breeds, about which Nina saw an educational film on the holonet, when she was a little girl.

His gaze is mercilessly fierce on her. He devours inches of her skin from a distance. Like an untamed wild animal that is hungry and wants to satisfy it’s need. Nina just shuddered instead of shaking. She had the bad kind of butterflies in her chest, all of them wanted to burst out of her. She liked this intensity, different from the usual bored or foggy looks and it affected her with a sense of novelty. She was the first to break eye contact, this overheated and attractive staring contest. She lost on purpose to raise their little game to a higher level. She surrendered herself to the beat of the music and elegantly suggested it with her every move.

"Come and play with me if you dare. Come and catch me if you can." Although she only started dating a few years ago, she believed there are two ways to manipulate a man: either to let him pursue you or let him pursue you in a way that makes him feel he's the pursuit.

However, she had to be disappointed, she glanced back stealthily and there was no sign of the male. As if he really was just a ghost, or maybe a projection of her own sinful imagination from the depths of her brain. An imaginary creation that embodied the anger and darkness that lived inside her. Add a little booze and maybe the effects of her medication and she has to decide if she has a vision of a desirable male or a trip to the mental hospital.

She stopped dancing and looked around but did not see the male anywhere. Polina jolted her out of her thoughts.

" You okay?" she gaped at Nina "Shall we relax at the bar for a while?"

Nina just nodded. Polina did not delay, she led her by the hand to a calmer place. The music was a few beats quieter and the air wasn't as dense here. Nina ordered a glass of water and drank it in big gulps. If she's really imagined him, she'd better stay a little more sober and not get off the ground. After all, she came to have fun and the destination was not the hospital.

"I'm so glad we came. I love this band! And did you see that togruta I danced with? He's so handsome, I'm about to cry. He was at least a head taller, and those strong arms... I'd love to climb that tree if you know what I mean…Besides, I heard Queen Padme is here too. She came with several look-alikes, but I think I spotted her, dancing not far from us. That's so cool! We don't have an ordinary queen, do we."

Nina didn't answer, just took a few more sips. Polina suddenly looked at her with concern, motherly and a hint of pity.

" Are you okay? You took your meds today, right? Maker! If you die here, I swear I'll pay a Jedi to raise you up and I'll kill you Nina Cerasus myself with my bare hands and teeth!"

Nina hated that look. Of course, she never said it out loud, but when Polina looked at her like that, or anyone from her circle of friends, she would have preferred to send them to hell. And that certain tone! Like she's just a silly little kid who needs to be reminded of her vitamins. Fuck it! She was no longer a minor or a child, she knows her limits and can take care of herself. This is her life, her illness and her mistakes!

"I'm fine, don't worry! The crowd was just a bit big. Let's go back, everything's fine now."

Polina looked at her in disbelief. Nina smiled despite her annoyance.

"Come on, that certain tree is waiting for you to climb. And I remember you mentioned the queen too..."

This time they didn't dance in the middle, but they actually saw Padmé dancing. Nina also found suitors to dance with. She danced with a human in a flashy navy suit and a blue twi'lek.

The strange pair of eyes reappeared just when she had already forgotten about him. Nina danced with her hips against the Twi'lek, letting him wrap his arms around her waist and they moved together. The male was quite a good dancer. The other held her by the waist, and buried his face in her neck. What a heaven to be! Still, Nina's gaze was caught by something more diabolical.

The zabrak moved through the crowd and approached her in a circle rather than straight towards her. Like when a predator surrounds it’s prey. The male's face was unreadable, but the girl still felt the curiosity and desire in him. So even though she danced with her partner, her performance was for only the zabrak. She moved her hips defiantly, tossed her hair, smiled and enjoyed the music. The girl kept eye contact the whole time, but she didn't forget about her dance partner either. She doesn't want to miss out on her handsome dance partners because of a wandering phantom. During the chorus of the song, they spun her around. Because of this movement Nina moved a little away from them, a little closer to the corner between the side walls, closer to him, the owner of the particular pair of eyes.

Nina felt exactly how close he was to her.

"So here you are. You got me." she thought with a smile.

The composition of the air has changed. It was dense but not suffocating, tingling and dark but still exciting. “I wonder what he will do now?”

Black gloved hands caressed her upper arms from behind. The movement was more subtle than she expected. And surprisingly uncertain. A strong chest stretched against her back, she could feel the strength in his body. Underneath his clothes, he can be all muscle, this thought made her wet in more intimate places. Nina slowed down her movements so that they could find their own pace together. But the male barely moves behind her. The hands slide down slowly to her waist and squeeze her tightly. She feels that on the top of her head, a nose digs into her hair and inhales her scent deeply. Encouraged, Nina slowly circles her hips around the male's groin, reaches back with her hands and touches the male's neck. His skin was warm and soft, despite looking quite rough from a distance. It reminds her of the darkness of the velvety night.

Nina closes her eyes, this is completely different, dancing with him. She hasn't seen her partner's face up close yet, but somehow this whole thing feels so intimate. Her movements are rewarded, the male behind her, lets out a rumbling sound, a growl, which Nina has never heard before, but she already knew that it was the sexiest sound a male could make. His presence was intoxicating. He was a mystery, which was interesting. She found him interesting which was the highest praise from her. Nina closed her eyes, enjoying the two of them swaying to the music, even if they weren't following the beat. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth after letting out a moan as she felt her secret partner press himself even closer to her back. The sound of her moans was probably drowned out by the loud music, but the zabrak still heard it. Nina knew because the gloved hands slid from her waist to her hips.

"How responsive" she thought.

However, she could not control her curiosity any longer so she turned and looked up. Her dance partner was exotically beautiful. Yes, that's what Nina thought of him first. The red-crimson glowing eyes, his tall frame, his broad shoulders and the red and black tattoos peeking out from under his black hood. She raised her fingers to touch the patterns, but instead the zabrak just leaned closer avoiding her touch, making her gasp. There was no kiss, not even their foreheads or bodies touched. But Nina felt his heat emanating from him, and the way they shared almost a breath, was far more intimate and sexy than a real kiss. She simply couldn't take her eyes off him. Her heartbeat quickened when she noticed how he was looking down to her lips. Before they could go any further, there was a bang, at the top beat of the music, Nina flinched a little but looked up with a smile. Gold glittering confetti ribbons rained down on the dancers from the ceiling. Everyone cheered and raised their hands towards the confetti ribbons. Nina did the same, laughing and holding out her arms, but when she looked for the mysterious male's reaction, he was nowhere to be found. The smile fell from her face in disappointment. She looked around, in the crowd, but did not find him.

She tried to make her way through the crowd. She had a strange feeling, perhaps she could have defined it as darkness, near the male, which now disappeared, along with him. Nina was never afraid of the dark, so it didn't bother her. She was more bothered by uncertainty. Did she just imagine it all? The dance, the chemistry, everything? She had already danced out the effects of the drink, so she knew she wasn't drunk or at least not that drunk.. Cheerful and a little buzzed, but definitely not drunk. She found Polina at the bar, who helpfully shook some confetti out of Nina's hair.

"What's with that look? You look as if you saw a ghost. Did someone hurt you? Because if so, then I shall use my fangs..."

"It's okay, I'm fine. Maybe I'm just a little tired. Will you be angry if I go home now?"

“I'll come too, it's getting late." Polina offered.

"It's not necessary, stay and continue your 'search', I'll be fine. I'll see you at home."

"Are you sure?"

"Definitely." nodded Nina.

As soon as she stepped out into the streets, she was hit by the fresh night air, which was just cool enough to provide relief after the hot days and stuffy clubs. She didn't have a coat because she knew she would just lose it. Her feet hurt, so she took off and carried her shoes in her hands, her bare feet were quiet on the cobbled road. She sighed in relief as she felt the pain in her feet slowly disappear and the cold paved road cool her down.

A family got out of a car. Presumably they came from a trip or vacation. Nina toyed with the idea of where they could have gone and how lucky the little girl was to be carried in the arms by her father while she was sleeping, and together with her mother they entered the warmth of the family home.

Her stomach clenched and he swallowed back the urge to vomit.

A different kind of pain took its place. One she didn't want to think about. The second storm in her life. At that time she felt that she was being beaten up by the storms. She had no idea that even all these years later, these wounds would still be painful in her soul. She shook her head, not wanting to think about her father. Anger bubbled up inside her, just at the thought of that man. No, he doesn't deserve to even think about it!

She prefers to go to the nearby cafe that is just about to close, she curiously pressed her nose to the shop window.

"Are you taking anything or just cooling your face?" asked the young man who was at the end of his shift.

A few minutes later, Nina was munching on the cookie, which was dry and filled with vanilla cream, but now that would do. She got home in time, got out of her dress, cursing a little because the zipper pinched the tulle material, she left it on the floor as soon as she freed it and took a nice shower. She had almost used up all the hot water, but Polina would prefer a cold shower anyway.

She put on a comfortable t-shirt and fresh underwear. The T-shirt had the logo of the university and she opened the window of her room, through which she could go out onto the roof. Nina didn't go out, just sat on the windowsill, pulled up one knee and hung the other down outside, leaned her back against the window frame and looked up at the sky. Unfortunately, the sky was cloudy. But the faint outlines of the three moons were drawn across the haze of the evening sky. Just like the dry cookies, this one will do just fine for tonight.

"If this were a movie now, there would definitely be some dramatically melancholic music underlining the present." she thought to herself. But Nina wasn't in a melancholic mood, she was just angry and tired and tired of being angry and angry of being tired. She doesn't plan to go out today, but she saw her father on her way home from the library. He spoke his comlink and seemed happy. He must have been on the phone with his new family. Nina didn't go near him, she didn't even want him to notice her. However, she already knowed that she won't be able to study or rest after this. The usual coping mechanism remains, which means partying with Polina and dancing away all this tension, drinking drinks and maybe have a good fuck with a handsome stranger. She immediately remembered her mysterious partner and a tingle ran down her spine as she replayed the images of the evening over and over in her mind. Polina still didn't see him, but she promised to look into the list of names who were partying there today. She took her datapad and looked up the side effects of her usual medications and lit a cigarette. Of course, none of them recommended taking it with a drink, but based on what was described, enough time had passed for her body to process the ingredients of the medicine, so it could not cause hallucinations, at least not so lifelike.

Nina sighed, pale purple smoke left her mouth.

"Was he real or was it all in my head?"

She didn't even notice that a dark figure was watching her from the shadows from the domed roof of the observatory.

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