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frantic-fiction · 4 months

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Astarion x Tav, Astarion x gn!Reader

Summary: In the midst of battle a stray fireball hits you causing damage to your hair. Your hair is part of your identity, losing it seem unimaginable. But it's just hair right?

Notes/Tags: Tav has curly hair (I have curly hair, this is purely self-indulgent, hurt/comfort, Astarion being a good partner

Word Count: 1.1k

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The delicate flakes crumble between your fingers like tiny wisps. You gaze into the porcelain sink, transfixed. Another pass of the brush sends singed strands cascading into the bowl.

"It's just hair."

Dropping the brush onto the counter, it bounces and clatters to the tiled floor. You don't bother to pick it up because all you can see is the stranger in the mirror. Red swollen eyes and chapped lips, blood splattered across their face. But what caught your attention was the strangers' hair; what were once long beautiful curls—the types of curls people envy after—were now choppy and uneven. Your face was framed with uneven fried tendrils, and the right half of your head was singed so close to your scalp that you're just now registering the painful burn that grazed your face.

"It's just hair."

It could have been worse. You've dealt with broken bones and stab wounds. Experienced moments where you'd be dead if magic did not course through Faerun. So why does this feel different? It was a simple fight. It was child's play for the party, just a couple of cultists. But you didn't see the halfling. At least not until his firebolt burnt half your hair off.

"It's just hair."

Karlach and Wyll tried to assure you that something could be done, that a new hairstyle could be salvaged with what's left of your hair. You disagreed and promptly ignored the two for the rest of the journey back to the Tavern. After you asked, Gale gave you his spare cloak, and you threw it over your head. You took the back stairway, too afraid to face the others. To face him.

Taking a deep breath, you pick up the pair of shears, the cold metal feeling daunting in your hand. You grab a chunk of hair with shaky hands and snip it off. You grimace, squeezing your eyes shut. Biting your lips hard, you force yourself not to cry, not now. Because if you cry now, you'll never be able to finish what needs to be done. But the tasks get hard the more hair clogs the porcelain basin.

Inch by inch, your best qualities and attractiveness are cut away because no one says how much they like your eyes or your skin. No, it's your thick curls and long hair. Hair. Your identity, your safety blanket, is now ruined because you didn't pay attention. Why were you such an idiot?

Tears blur your vision, and you throw the scissors with a scream. The mirror cracks, and you slide down the wall. Hugging your knees to your chest, you allow yourself to cry. Why bother anyway? A haircut isn't going to help anything.

"Tav?" Astarions's voice is concerned. He presses up against the door, and the handle jiggles against the lock.

You stiffened and pushed farther away from the door until your back hit the tub. You uselessly wiped the tears away. "I want to be alone." Your voice betrayed you, and you know Astarion will not be leaving.

"Darling," he sighs softly, and the door clicks open because, of course, it does. "The wizard mentioned…" Astarion trails off when another sob rolls through you.

He quickly drops to his knees and scoops you into his arms. Astarion cradles you against his chest, and you sob, crying as he rubs your back and kisses your face. He tells you he loves you until your wails are reduced to sniffles, and you have nothing to give. The two of you sit quietly in each other's embrace until Astarion speaks.

"Do you mind if I do something?"

Furrowing your brows, you nod hesitantly and allow Astarion to pull you to your feet and lead you to a chair outside the bathroom. He sits down and retreats to the bathroom to grab your brush and the shears. You curl in on yourself under Astarion's gaze.

"I'm very sorry this happened, love," he said, pressing a sweet kiss to the apple of his cheek. "I won't be able to undo the damage, but if you'll let me, I can even it out and get rid of the damage."

You reach for Astarion's hand, and tears trickle down your cheeks. "Do what you need to do."

He works in silence, and you have nothing to say; the only sound that breaks the room's stillness is your sniffles and the sound of the shears. You try to ignore the sight of your curls falling to the ground, but the pile keeps growing. When Astarion finishes up with the back of your head, he moves to the front and begins to fix your bangs and tackle the right side of your head. His lips are in a concentrated pout as he intently layered your hair.

After what felt like an eternity, Astarion stands up, dusting your hair off your shoulders. You're on your feet and rushing to the floor-length mirror across the room. You freeze midstep just before the mirror; swallowing hard, you fist your shirt.

At first look, you're genuinely startled; it takes you a moment to recognize yourself—your face, skin, eyes, mouth, everything all the same. But your hair is so drastically different it's like you're a different person. Once down to your mid-back, the hair sat just above your shoulder, gentle curls falling in ringlets. Strikingly, half the hair was shaved, giving the whole look a sharp edge. It was much thinner than before, and you felt somehow lighter. It didn't look bad, but you weren't sure how you felt.

"What do you think?" Astarion whispers from behind you, reflection absent in the mirror.

You raise your hand and run it through the curls; they jump back up upon release. Turning around, you look up at him. "Do you think it looks good?" You redirect, not knowing how to answer his question.

Astarion smiles and pulls you in by the waist. Cupping your jaw, he gives you a sensual kiss that has you melting. He quickly pulls away, "I am quite a magnificent hairstylist. It's just another of my many talents."

You shove him, and Astarion laughs brightly. You try to move away, but Astarion tightens his grip. "My love, your hair is just a small part of you. You could have all your hair fall out this instant, and I would find you just as beautiful."

"Really?" He nods, and you tackle him with another kiss. Gods, you loved this man.

"Though I would certainly miss pulling your curls when I-"

"Astarion!"

"Did I forget to mention this look suits you very well. Make you look positively delectable." And then your lost in each other.

So... yeah this is kinda what I wish I had when I cut my hair. Not that I burnt my hair off but after i cut my hair, all I heard was how people miss my curls, and that I shouldn't have cut it. Got me thinking about if my hair was really that important. I don't know what i'm trying to say anymore........

Let me know what y'all think

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ivystoryweaver · 8 months

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How bout 10 for the Moon Boys asks? 👀 Something a wee spicy!

How do you think the boys react to coming home and seeing their girl trying on lingerie that was meant to be a surprise for their date nights? Who is the first to wanna see it on the floor?

Nice! 🌶️ Uhhh...this one got away from me.

Word count: 645

nsfw below the cut (but I did stick to a "wee spicy")

You've saved your money and watched a particular store for the right time to buy this absolutely divine little number for the boys. Thankfully it didn't sell out.

The color and fit compliment your skin and shape perfectly. You have to admit, you feel pretty sexy in it.

You've tried it on once you got it home, making sure it fits and looks as good as you thought it would.

You're standing in front of the full length mirror in the corner of your bedroom, turning this way and that, deciding you will save it for your date night this weekend. The style is sleek enough to fit under your outfit, so you can wear it the entire night, and then surprise them.

You do a little skip/hop of excitement, grabbing your phone to snap a few selfies in the mirror. Once they see the outfit, you'll love teasing them with some pictures. You can just imagine Sweet Steven's face if he gets a pic of scantily clad you while he's at work.

Oh, who are you kidding, Steven sends dirty texts all the time.

The music playing on your phone completely drowns out the sound of your man arriving home.

One second you're posing, and damn, it's a provocative pose, you have to admit.

The next second, you hear a whistle, followed by, "Holy shit, baby."

Your poor phone crashes to the floor as you let out a little shriek.

"Marc?" You gasp, smoothing your hands over your barely covered body, as if you need to straighten your appearance.

Marc is chewing gum, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded over his chest. He cocks his head almost condescendingly, his eyes darkening a shade. "Don't let me stop you."

He can see how flustered you are. As you scurry to collect your phone, one corner of his mouth curls into a sexy smirk.

"I...wanted to surprise you," you feebly attempt, bouncing on your toes before slowly approaching him.

"Mmm," he gruffs out, running his hand over the stubble on his jaw. Pushing off the door frame, he closes the distance between you.

"I'm surprised," he murmurs, his hands finding your hips, greedily squeezing as he pulls your body flush against his.

His smoldering gaze makes you go weak, but you manage to grip his biceps for support. "It's for date night." You shrug one shoulder adorably. "Oops."

He's nodding now, and smiling wolfishly, smacking his gum a couple times as he eases you toward the bed. Your knees hit the bed's edge and you tumble down.

"Oops," he taunts, climbing on top of you. His nose nuzzles your cheek as he settles between your open thighs. "You're gonna leave this on for me."

His lips open hotly over yours as his hands roam all over your curves. He groans into your mouth, feeling the slippery material hugging your incredible body.

Your fingers tangle in his neatly styled waves, twisting as you pull yourself flush against him.

He feels so good against you like this - the satin and mesh teasing your flesh in a new and erotic way. You're finding it difficult to be upset that your surprise for Friday night is, perhaps, ruined. You could still surprise Steven or Jake, you suppose.

Although Jake will have you out of it in about 2.5 seconds. With Jake there's no reason at all to not be naked at any given opportunity.

"You better send me those pictures," Marc darkly whispers on your ear, his fingers trailing up the inside of your thigh as his lips kiss a hot trail down the side of your throat.

He teases you right where you crave his touch, but waits for your answer. "Baby?"

"Y-yes," you gasp as he drags his fingers over the spot that makes your back arch in pleasure.

Money well spent.

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witheringwidgetwrites · 7 months

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HEYA, I'm such a fan of your writing, and I'm not sure if you're still taking requests, but if it's not too much to ask, I'd like to request a Leviathan x mc smut shot. I've had this thought in my head about one of your previous posts about pervy!Levi having a folder on his pc of up-skirt pics of mc and I was wondering how would he react to coming home from an event to finding that mc had found his folder and taken some pics herself with some nudes and added them to the folder with a note saying to meet her in her room. I understand if you are unable to fulfill this request 🫶. Much love ❤️.

!!!! thank you so much lovely!!! I hope this is okay!!! This is fairly longer than usual, so lmk if you liked it!!!

CW pervy!levi + afab!MC + 1 dick levi bc he's in human form + levi attempts some dirty talk

The last weekend had been stressful to say the least. Being the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy unfortunately had actual work involved. Leviathan was thankful the weekend of work was finally over, and he could just come home, and honestly, just jerk it to his very-normal panty shots of MC.

The last thing he had expected was to find new photos, some of MC's chest, a few of their ass, very lewd photos, and a short message that got their point across.

meet me in my room

He moved quickly on shaky legs, knocking on your door before he could register what he was doing.

You opened it quickly, smiling at him.

"Come in, Levi."

He dared not to utter a word, stepping inside and allowing you to close the door behind him. He walks towards the side of your bed, standing and fiddling with his thumbs.

"I didn't know you had such," you stepped towards him, shoving him gently so he sat on the bed, "perverted fantasies, you're so dirty."

"I'm SO sorry, MC! I don't even know what I was thinking, I know you'd never be interested in m-" he averted his gazed, you cut him off by straddling him.

"Levi, of course I'd be interested in you. I just wish you'd have came to me instead. We could have worked something out. But I know a way you can make it up to me. ." You trail you finger up his chest, his shirt pulling up with your finger.

"Are you okay with this, Levi?" You smile at him, and he nods fervently, finally looking you in the eye. You feel him getting hard underneath you, the fabric of his pants straining against him. You help him take his top off, feeling the thin spandex against your fingertips as you slide it over his head. You sit on him fully, letting your weight put pressure on his already partially hard erection. You grind against him, hearing him groan while he fiddles with the hem of your shirt. You help him lift it over the top of your head, and you pause for a moment, smiling at him as he stares blatantly.

"C-Can, can I touch?" He continues to stare at your chest in wonder, raising one of his hands a few inches. You nod, and he lays his hand against your skin gently. He gives a gentle experimental squeeze, before pinching gently at your nipple. He continues when you whimper, bringing his mouth to your other breast. You bring one hand between you to palm his erection, the other tugging softly on his hair. He moans at the sensation, the vibrations ticking at your pebbled flesh. You feel the heat between your legs at his movements, and you decide it's time to move on.

"Levi, I want you to kiss me." He's happy to oblige, quickly bringing his wet lips up to yours in a sloppy kiss. You tangle your hands in his hair, tugging gently every once in a while, still rubbing against his strained cock. He groans against your lips, bucking his hips against yours. He whines softly when you break away from him.

You push yourself off of him, and bend over to unbutton the top of his pants. "I want you inside me, please," he leans back, lifting his hips up to help you take them off. He's still restrained by the fabric of his boxers, it's a beautiful sight, his pale skin is flushed and his hard cock is barely contained by his boxers, precum leaking, staining the fabric.

"Y-yeah, okay," He sits back up, hands shaking as he starts to help you undo your bottoms, you giggle at him, kicking them and your panties off to the side. The way he looks at you with those puppy eyes makes your core ache and your skin feel hot.

You tug at the waistband of his boxers, bending down to give him a few small kissing down his happy trail. His cock twitches as you do so, whimpes escaping his pouty, swollen lips.

You reach your hand out to him, and he takes it, almost stumbling, you pull him to his feet and you bend over onto the bed, the soft comforter taking some of the pressure off your forearms. You feel him climb into the bed behind you after flinging his underwear somewhere for later. He traces the head of his cock against your slit.

"Are you sure you w-want this? Once we start, I don't know if I can s-stop," he stutters out, still tracing the tip up and down your slit.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Levi." You smile into the covers, face flushed.

He traces your slit, coating himself in your wetness. He pushes himself past the ring of muscle inside you, groaning loudly as he does so. He continues pushing in, little by little until he's all the way inside. He pulls back out slowly, watching how your juices coat him.

"You can move, you won't hurt me."

He bucks his hips, "you're, fuck, he groans, "y-you're really tight," he pushes his hair back, starting to rut his hips inside you. You feel his shaft dragging along your insides as he thrusts, filling you up.

He starts to thrusts faster, closing his eyes and grunting every few movements. You can feel the heat building up in your core, his cock twitching inside you. His balls slap against your skin as he bucks his hips harder, starting to gain confidence with his actions.

It doesn't take long for your thighs to start to quiver, his pace becoming relentless as he starts chasing his high. Your cum leaks on his cock, dribbling down his balls. "Sh-shit MC, you're soaked, d-do I really make you this wet?" You can hear the insecurity quiver in his voice, and you oblige him.

"Just for you, Levi," A small giggle escapes you, muffled by the pillows you just shoved you face in. It seems to spark some kind of newfound confidence in him, and he moves to angle his hips upward, hitting that perfect spongey spot inside you that makes you see stars.

"You feel so," he grunts, "good, so tight, such a perfect pussy for m-me."

You turn your head to speak, "please, levi, fuck, 'm getting close," You gush around him, the hot knot in your stomach getting ready to burst,

"Me too, gonna fill you up," soft moans and whimpers leave his lips as he throws his head back, rutting his hips at an upward angle into you.

"Please, Levi!" You cry out, the knot in your stomach finally bursting as he slams inside you. The feeling of your tight walls contracting around him brings him to his end and he shoots his hot load into you.

"Fuck, MC, shit!" He cries out as he meets his end, slamming into you one last time, like he might not get this experience again.

He slowly pulls himself out, he whimpers when the cold air hits him, and you whine at the empty feeling.

"Was that okay? Was I too rough?"

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saberdeity · 2 years

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could i request for hangman x reader where you’re going through a rough patch as a couple before the uranium mission. he raises his voice in front of the squad and you just run off embarrassed and angry. with a nice fluffy apologetic ending pls!

Of course!! Thank you so much for requesting and I really hope you like it! This is my first hangman pic so hopefully I do the idea some justice 💗

𝑹𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 》 𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒏

pairings - Jake Hangman Seresin x Reader

summary - After a straining week Jake finally snaps and regrets it instantly

warnings - some angst, angry Jake, some strong language

a/n- thank you for requesting anon! I really appreciate the support and I hope you like It !! 💗

Everyone warned you about Jake the minute they suspected something was going on between the two of you. You'd never been one to listen to people or rules for that matter especially when you saw the side to Jake that nobody ever rarely got to see.

He was the softest, angel you'd ever met. All he needed when he came home from a tough day at work was back scratches and his hair played with and he was content for the rest of the night.

You'd been together for almost 9 months at this point and everything was perfect apart from these past few weeks before the mission. Jake explained that him and the rest of the squad had been given a mission, one that it was more than likely they wouldn't return from and the second he said those words your heart dropped. You felt like someone had ripped your heart from your chest and continued squeezing it right in front of you. The thought of loosing Jake made your skin crawl. You honestly couldn't imagine life without him especially as for the last 9 months of your life all you knew was him. You didn't even want to think about it but unfortunately It was just where your brain instantly went when he said the words.

This made the week ahead very difficult. You didn't want to put more worry and anxiety on him especially when he needed to concentrate on the mission ahead but the feelings were eating you up and frustrating from the two of you not communicating with one another were beginning to show. You ended up getting into a disagreement every day almost although no one ever raised their voice, the tension in the air could have been cut by a blunt knife.

This particular day Jake had forgotten his jacket which he needed for a presentation with the important people as you called me which meant you had to make the journey to take it to him.

When you arrived he was talking with the squad, just a casual conversation so you didn't quickly interrupting no matter how much you hated doing it. You were in a little rush but it was nothing that couldn't wait just for a little while longer.

"Jake..." you said the first time as soft and sweetly as you normally would, as you did the second and the third but by the fourth you were getting a little annoyed so you said it a bit louder.

"Will you give me a fucking second" he snapped, turning around and glaring daggers at you. He instantly regretted it when he noticed the shift in your body language.

This was the first time he's ever raised his voice at you, the first time ever. You body instantly froze, your body instantly tensing as you flinched at the sudden volume and annoyance in his voice. You couldn't help the angry tears that began to fall as you threw his jacket at him and ran out. You made your way to the only spot nobody was which was by Jake's locker. You knew you weren't meant to be here but it was the only place you knew you would be alone.

After the shock of what happened had passed your feelings instantly turned to embarrassment and shock. You couldn't believe he'd spoken to you like that in front of his friends let alone his colleagues after all you were only here because of his lack of organisational skills. You knew he was stressed with the mission and all but it was no excuse for the way he acted back there.

"Babe?" You heard Jake call softy as he peered round the door.

"I don't wanna talk right now Jake" You replied, wiping your eyes quickly to try and hide the angry tears you had stupidly let fall.

"Look I know you don't but I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you back there" He said kneeling down in front of you and placing both his huge hands on your knees.

"No you shouldn't have not in front of them and especially not as I'm only here because you needed something" You replied angrily as you finally looked up to meet his gaze. You could see the guilt behind his gorgeous green eyes as he looked up at you.

"you're completely right, I'm so sorry" He whispers softly, rubbing his thumbs over your knees sweetly.

You expected more of a fight back from Jake but it made you love him even more that he accepted responsibility for his wrongdoing

"No I'm sorry, I've been so anxious lately and I should've just waited for you to finish your conversation instead of interrupting" you replied, looking up at him with a sorry expression also.

"I would've done the same thing darlin' its okay, why have you been anxious?" He asks, moving to sit next to you, of course wrapping his arm around your waist bringing you impossibly closer to him.

"Because of the difficult mission ahead, I know it sounds stupid but I can't loose you Jake and I'm scared shitless that's going to happen. its got nothing to do with your skills because I know you're the best fighter pilot out there but there are some things you can't control" You explain as Jake listens to your every word.

"No it's not stupid at all sweetheart, I can't promise you I'll make it back because I cannot guarantee that but I will do everything in my power to come back to you because I cannot loose you either. This objective of this mission is just another task the main thing I'm focused on is coming back to you, I love you okay?" He says softly, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

"I love you too, now kiss me like you mean it Seresin" You smirk as he pulls you onto his lap, kissing you with every ounce of passion and love he could muster up.

#jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #hangman top gun #hangman smut #hangman fic #glen powell

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ramonaflow · 9 months

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Fuck Inspiration Sunday Sentences

I was tagged by @jesuisici33 @apothecarose @trickiwooao3 @tyfinn for the tag games this weekend, thank you 🩷

I've just spent a silly amount of time trying to find a photo of David wearing a white t-shirt so I've settled on this pic of Dan instead plus bonus Noah.

Six Sentences

David's top looks a little damp and Patrick is pretty sure he can see his nipples through it, God, he needs to stop looking. This is not Professional coworker behaviour! He feels like he's slowly roasting and thinking about David's nipples isn't helping. Why didn't he think ahead and wear something similar? His shirt is already so uncomfortably sticky. He wipes his forehead with his sleeve and wonders how disgusting he must look.

And for fuck it friday a lil smut under a cut. The latest chapter from 102 words

"Here, just lie on your side facing me and pass me the lube," David pants. "This is gonna be so good!" David squirts it into both of their hands and applies it generously to his inner thighs as Patrick slicks up his cock. He turns away and lifts his right leg inviting Patrick in. Patrick slides his arm around David's waist pulling him close as he tentatively pushes his cock between David's legs. He lets out an obscene groan, "David… I'm not gonna last. Fuuuck!" he murmurs as he starts to build up a rhythm. David squeezes his thighs tightly together, "Good!"

I'm tagging @flowertrigger @a-noble-dragon @smblmn @beaiola @smallumbrella369 @jamilas-pen @statueinthestonetoo @carolrain @mallpretzles @demora00 @jettestar anyone else who wants to 🩷

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polizwrites · 8 months

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PoliZ’s WIP Update - 11 Oct 2023

A less-than average week as Real Life took center stage. I touched 3 fics (2 WIPs & 1 new works) for a total of 1954 words.

On Ao3, I posted:

An A-maze-ing Afternoon Together - established Stephen/Tony fluff ficlet

Lessons Learned - a Sam/Clint meet-cute ficlet.

Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - September Round Robin - post-Avengers Tony/Bruce friends to maybe something more.

A Sign of the (Sexy) Times - WinterPepperony silly, sexy ficlet (no actual smut)

I have 18 semi-active WIPs 😬 with my current deadlines being the Sam Wilson Bingo that wraps on Oct 15, the Halloween Horror Bingo and the the Fictober/ Flufftober/ Whumptober prompt challenges that all wrap at the end of the month.

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing Morguna and the Green Queen, I got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked Faustie into collab’ing with me! We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve contributed about 900 words towards the 2500-ish we have so far. Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3] (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

I have eight fills and zero WIPs - targeting a Column G bingo and perhaps one more fill before the bingo wraps up.

* B4 - Natasha Romanoff - Maybe add on to my Card Sharks drabble, where SamNat & Steve conspire to create a polycule with Bucky? This idea crosses over nicely with my BBB KINK: Seduction mission square and maybe I can squish a Fictober or Flufftober prompt in here.

* G2 - Teacher/Teacher AU - Posted Lessons Learned on Monday - a No Powers AU FalconHawk meet (mostly) cute ficlet that crossed over with Flufftober Day 9 “: "I wouldn't do that if I were you.” and came in at 414 words.

* G4 - Adopting a Pet - posted a moodboard for this where Joaquin brings a stray cat home and Sam and Bucky (pretend to) disapprove. Shout out to @hannahshattuck3121 for the assist on the Joaquin pics!

Halloween Horror Bingo - [HHB_23] (Ends 31 Oct 2023)

Just signed up for this event, hosted by @halloweenhorrorbingo. After picking three horror films, you get a 3x3 card (with 3 alternates) with prompts based on those films.

* B1 - Dealing with Extreme Cold - seems like a good match with my BBB Cold and or SVB Last Resort square along with Whumptober: Thermometer & Fictober "It's not too late, let's go."

* ALT1 - There’s something under the bed - Finished up A Hairy Situation - WinterHawk Werewolf AU that’s coming in at a nice, round 2200 words and crosses over with my BBB "This might as well happen" square. Targeting to post on Friday the 13th. 😁

Fictober/Flufftober/Whumptober - [FFWtober_23] (Ends 31 Oct 2023)

I’m lumping these three prompt challenges together as I plan on mixing and matching with a goal of using at least four prompts from each list by the end of the month for a total of 12 prompts. I’m a little behind at only three used so far, but we’ll see what the rest of the month brings!

* Whumptober Day 2: Thermometer see HHB Dealing with Extreme Cold

* Fictober Day 3: "Okay, show me." see SWB Joaquin Torres above.

* Flufftober Day 6. Corn Maze - posted An A-maze-ing Afternoon Together (fluffy IronStrange established relationship ficlet) on Friday. It crossed over with my TSB Tony/Stephen square and came in at 451 words.

* Fictober Day 9: "I wouldn't do that if I were you." See SWB Teacher/Teacher AU.

* Fictober Day 12: "I'm not saying I didn't like it." Wrote up a short Chapter 2 to Caught By the Rain and Blinded by the Lightning as a crossover with my TSB Pairing: Tony/Thor square. It came in at 567 words and will post on Thursday.

* Fictober Day 24: [melting emoji] - combine with TSB "Get back in bed!" Tony has a fever and won’t listen to his partner. Maybe throw in a little Whumptober too?

* Fictober Day 27: "I don't know if they will accept this." - This could be a fun combo with TSB T2 - KINK: Cock-blocking 'bots.

WinterIron Bingo - [WIB_R1] (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have sixteen fills completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod! Along with crossfilling against my other bingos, I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date. (Tony POV remix of A Sugar Coated Pill?)

* N1 - Bucharest – I think I can fold this into a future chapter of My Love is Vengeance - where a young!Tony and a recovering!Bucky have been kidnapped by Hydra, who still thinks Bucky is the Soldier.

* G2 - Eye contact during sex - This will come into play in Chapter 6 of A Sugar-Coated Pill, where Bucky figures out what making love really means, with Tony’s help. It’s crossing over with BBB KINK: Gentle Sex and is up to 830 words.

* G4 - AU: College Students – looking to expand Beaten to the Punch with some backstory on Bucky and Tony as science camp counselors to fit with this square - will also cross over with my WFB Volunteering Together square.

* O5 - Gentle – use this poem as inspiration?

Stucky’Verse Bingo Round 1 - [SVB_R1] (Ends 22 Dec)

Eleven fills, two WIPs and a couple of ideas.

* A1 - Harem - crossover with CABB Secret/Forbidden Relationship - Bucky and shrimpy!Steve are both concubines - they love each other more than their lord. I poked at this a little for 71 words.

* A4 - Fairy Tale Curse - this seems custom-made for a continuation of Beyond the Beast😁 Nothing written yet, other than some Vague Ideas.

* C3 - FREE - Need to find a good match for Chapter 2 of Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole - a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right), which is current sitting at 52 words. I’m expecting at least one more chapter, possibly two, depending on how far I want to take the remix.

* C5 - Last Resort - see HHB Dealing with Extreme Cold

Bucky Barnes Bingo - [BBB_R5] (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

I’ve got eleven fills, four WIPs, and a couple more Vague ideas.

* B2 - KINK: Seduction Mission - might add a new chapter to Card Sharks - where Sam/Natasha and Steve finish what they started to get Bucky onboard for a poly partnership.

* B5 - Cold - see HHB Dealing with Extreme Cold

* U1 - Never the fall that kills you - I’ve got a WinterIron hanahaki fic idea for this that I might play with or check against Whumptober prompts

* U3 - Fireplace - Working on a 1980′s No Powers WinterIron fic set at a ski lodge where Tony’s being wooed by poetry and love letters that Bucky wrote to someone else. Started poking at this as a crossover with a Love Letters prompt and it’s sitting at 129 words.

* C2 - Yelena Belova– The plan is to use this prompt in the next chapter of Peresmešnik, (aka Three Avengers and a Baby), which is currently sitting at 1303 words (600-ish of which are mine).

* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple - next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion. Got a spark of an idea the other day that might get me a bit further on this fic.

* K3 - Magic - Aro!Bucky healing with a kiss idea?

* Y1 - Gentle Sex – In-progress Chapter 6 of Sugar-Coated Pill- see WIB Eye Contact During Sex.

* Y3 - Alpine - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

* Y4 - Forgotten Things - using this for Chapter 4 of You Can’t Stop It With a Gun - it’s sitting at 116 words at the moment.

* Y5 - "This might as well happen" - see HHB Alt1

* May Adopted - Insomnia - finally got this filled with The Dead of Night, which also filled a Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF211 An Old Friend] along with my JBB FREE square. It came in at 317 words and will post to Ao3 before this event ends.

* August Adopted: Take the Shot - sounds like a WinterHawk fic to me… maybe cross over with JBB Touch-starved? Whumptober/Fictober possibilities as well.

Tony Stark Bingo Round 7 - [TSB_R7] (ends 15 Feb)

Thirteen fills and one WIPs, with a couple of ideas in play.

* S1 - Galaxy - possibly use in final chapter of Never More to Go Astray ?

* S2 - KINK: Multiple Orgasms - Posted A Sign of the (Sexy)Times this morning - 425 words of a WinterPepperony not-quite-smutfic (fade to black before actual sex, but there is Sexual Content) thanks to a NSFW shitpost over in the WinterIron Discord server (and @rebelmeg’s awesome commentary).

* S3 - Pairing: Tony/Thor - see Fictober Day 12 above.

* T2 - KINK: Cock-blocking 'bots - see Fictober Day 27 above

* T3 - A pairing you've never done - @SomeSortofItalianRoast and I are looking at collabing on a Steve/Tony/Scott fic - possibly throw in a Flufftober/Fictober prompt?

* T5 - Shawarma - possible crossover with SAUB Canon Divergence – Battle of New York-related?

* A2 - KINK: Concubine - possible crossover with SAUB Gentle Dom

* A5 - Building your friends - used this for the Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - September Round Robin - contributed 395 words to the overall fic.

* R1 - Animal Transformation - DemonPanda shared a fun prompt on the WIB server - Tony as a short-haired werewolf who needs to cuddle his pack members for warmth.

* R5 - Doppelganger/Evil Twins - The Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF214 Broken Mirror] got me at least a good start on the idea I’ve been playing with for this square. I posted NamNori on Tumblr and have a general idea of how I want to build on it to also fill my SAUB AU: Crack square. It’s currently sitting at 360 words.

* K2 - "Get back in bed!" - see Fictober Day 24 above

* September Adopted: Tony/Stephen - see Flufftober Day 6 above

Stony AUniverse Bingo [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)

Another brand-new bingo I’m helping co-mod! Six fills, three WIPs and several crossover ideas already!

* S1 - Edging - Filled this with Ringing in the New, where Tony makes a suggestion to improve/change up their love life. It’s a crossover with a Flash Fiction Friday prompt: How Do You Use ‘It’? and came in at 324 words - I will post it to Ao3 before the event is over.

* S2 - AU: Crack - see TSB Doppelganger/Evil Twins

* S3 - AU: Wings - see SVB FREE square

* S5 - Accidental Baby Acquisition - see BBB Yelena Belova

* T1 - AU: Fantasy - CoffeeOwl shared a really cool dragon!Steve/indebted!Tony prompt in the ACB Discord server that I may be playing with for this.

* T4 - AU: Canon Divergence - see TSB Shawarma above.

* N2 - Mutual Pining - crossover with CABB Royal Knight?

* N3 - Gentle Dom - see TSB KINK: Concubine above

* Y4 - AU: Soulmates - @chrissihr posted a cool idea about Animated soulmarks, where only your SM sees your mark move - may try to do something with this!

Captain (America) Bottom Bingo - Round 2 [CABB] (ends 28 Feb 2024)

I signed up for a 3x3 card for this bingo and have four fills, one WIPs and a couple of crossover ideas.

* A2 - Secret/Forbidden Relationship - see SVB Harem

* B3 - Royal Knight - see SAUB Mutual Pining.

Post July Break Bingo [JBB_23p] (Ends Apr 2024)

@julybreakbingo is running another event to tide participants over with a 2x3 non-fandom-specific card - I got mine earlier this week and am checking it over for potential crossovers.

* A1 - “It’s you. It’s always been you.” - This might fit in with my TSB Doppelgangers/Evil Twins fill NamNori above :: ponders::

* B1 - Ask the neighbor if they know why your apartment is haunted - I gotta do something with this for Spooky Month - maybe combine with TSB Old Ghosts or something off my HHB card :: ponders::

* B2 - Character’s personality is split into two different beings – I’ve never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Will see what might be a good crossover on BBB or WIB (or even SVB)

* C1 - Touch Starved – another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint) possibly crossover with BBB Take the shot?

Warm and Fluffy Bingo - [WFB] (no end date)

I got my card from @warmandfluffybingocards back in February but really haven’t done much with it - however, I’m picking it back up for some crossover possibilities!

* O5 - Volunteering Together – see WIB AU: College Students

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On other creative fronts: I am working on a Bela Lugosi Dracula Stuffed With Character figure in progress for a commission and have signed up for the Marvel Trumps Hate event - so keep an eye out for my auctions!

If you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!). These soft stuffed figures are mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom!

#writing stuff #wip wednesday #wip update #shameless self promo

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fourseasonsfigs · 11 months

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Ni Bu Pei

Here we have the famous "You're not worthy!" scene from Episode 27. Every time I finish watching this scene, I just end up shaking my head and muttering, "this is such a good show" over and over again. This happens with many scenes throughout Word of Honor, but this is definitely one of the ones at the top.

Here's the clip from Episode 27 that inspired this fig:

Sorry these have no subtitles. That is way beyond my rudimentary video clipping ability. I have to say that watching it without understanding the words (except of what I have memorized, of course!) is still enjoyable since I can really focus on their faces and their acting.

Of course, whenever I clip anything from the show, I end up losing time since I'm forced (forced, I tell you!) to re-watch the entire episode. These posts would go a lot faster if I simply made the video clip! But what can I do...this scene is so good, it makes me want to watch everything else in the episode.

I got these figures a long time ago, but it wasn't until the box had arrived at my house that I realized the Ye Baiyi standee was missing. I tore the rest of the box apart looking for it, but no luck. This set really needs the standee!

I talked to the seller, and even though it had been much longer than the standard after-service period, they were kind enough to go ahead and forward me the standee.

I would really, really love figs of the rest of the characters in the show - how great would it be to have Chengling, Gu Xiang, Cao Weining, and Ye Baiyi? But none of them exist. I feel lucky I have Ye Baiyi here in standee form and Chengling in standee form as well (from the previous New Year Wenzhou figs in this series).

Here's a close up of the boytoy old monster Sword Saint Immortal himself.

You can see their relative sizes here. Ignore the line going through Ye Baiyi's face, that is just a reflection from the window!

Alright, thanks Ye Baiyi, we're going to just our two heroes wanderers right now!

Like the other figures in this series, these are all slightly less chibi and a little more "grown up". But only just! They're still very small and cute.

Lao Wen's purple cape and A-Xu's puddle of robes do a great job of keeping these figs completely stable and steady. This will be one of the few sets I don't put on fig stands.

Nice detailing on the hair here. Lao Wen's hairpin is a spectacularly long one. Some hairpins escape the shipping process undamaged while others snap right off - it all depends on how well that polystyrene cut out is designed and how securely they're squeezed into it.

A-Xu's studded hairband seems to be missing a metal stud! Well, I mean, you did see how hard Ye Baiyi hit him, right?

I'm really tempted to paint the missing stud in his hairband. I didn't really notice it before, but now that I'm looking at these up close pics, it just jumps out at me!

Did you notice how the blood splotch on Lao Wen's face is in the shape of a heart? Not to, err, romanticize battle wounds, but now I can't unsee it! If you've been reading this blog, you know I love battle-damaged figs anyway. And aww, the tears welling up in his eyes.

These expressions are gold. We have A-Xu looking fierce and protective, and Lao Wen looking emotionally overwrought, and the both of them are just as cute as can be. Lao Wen has of course sustained the worst of the battle damage, but A-Xu sure didn't go down without a fight.

Here they are in their pose. The figs actually fit together nicely - Lao Wen's knee on the ground goes into a slight curve in A-Xu's robes. I tried to take some pics that show this, but it was really hard to get down between them in any way you could actually see.

You can kind of see what I am talking about with Lao Wen's knee here...

...and a little bit here where their legs are touching.

The bottoms-up view on this set is particularly cute because you can see the detail on how they are sitting, along with some great detail on their different colored pants. Like the fig maker could easily have designed this to be a solid bottom, and not made this so complicated (and perhaps a few RMB less), but I'm really, really glad they didn't. Everyone loves this level of hidden detail and fine fig engineering!

Our protective shixiong from the top front...

...and the top back. Another great view of that gorgeous long hairpin, too!

This box card art is officially TOO CUTE. These are some of my all time favorite outfits in the show too.

Alright! We've now done three of the four sets listed here - just one more to go. Come back tomorrow for the last one!

If you missed any of the previous ones, you can read them here: New Year Wenzhou and Good Sword, or just click on the master link at the bottom.

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 413

Scene Count: 29

Rating: Two very worthy figs!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#wenzhou #ni bu pei #ye baiyi #word of honor #word of honor merch #figthusiast #zhou zishu #wen kexing

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right so, the expected post concert blues have descended upon me and a few POV while I still remember stuff:

Pros-

Little freak (my fav. Also his reaction to people singing it) I'm thankful to the harry house gods that it was added

WMYB- The crowd was crazy. Literarily insane. He might have as well not sung it. We knew the words, the beats, the backup vocals, the melody, his little 'choo choo' hand gesture when he repeats 'you light up my world like nobody else'. The entire arena was wild. And I love that this still gets a bigger reaction to WS

The band wearing all read with a canadian flag badge made my heart squeeze. Such a nice touch for Canada.

WS is like overplayed to death by this point, but there were some cool watermelon color projections on the crown going on.

No gender reveal/breakup/coming out signs. They've become so disingenuous after the 4th show that I was really happy not to have any...he also didn't have as many fan interaction as he did in Europe...so maybe the signs existed and he just didn't address them.

Rainbow project was beautiful love. People responsible pulled it off amazingly. My pictures were crap because the colors were subdued whereas they were so vibrant in the moment and it felt surreal to be surrounded by a rainbow belt.

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Not necessarily cons, just 'but why?':

No LU-especially because there was a fan project to light up the canadian flag. They made little ribbons instead of just colored paper so you know they went that extra step (and paid extra money), only for it not to make the cut. Also how can you cut LU. It's not my fav tbh, but it's one of those that you don't just leave out.

I loved the idea of the horns, but I feel like they needed to rehearse them more with his vocals. For some songs they were interfering with him starting to sing. Does that make sense? They were great for the music breaks (sushi), but when he'd pick up the verse again you'd still hear them loud and it's just a tiny irky thing. I need that sudden dramatic stop. BUT, i still love the inclusion of them. Just hope they synchronize them better for future shows. God I'm being so nitpicky.

Although I was sitting at the very back I still enjoyed every bit of it. I wish I was going tomorrow too, but money and inflation said no.

Leave America was super loud. I’m glad that it carried over across the pond and that stupid “project” some people wanted to replace it with never worked.

But I mean we are Canada and mostly hate America and we only got two shows. It still makes me laugh that they call this the Canadian residency when it’s only two shows.

one last thing to add though, I have no idea how he's gonna keep this up for all these residencies. That was A LOT of stage to cover. Running back and forth and round and round. I soooo appreciate him giving every side equal opportunity too see the face/ass but goddamn...hope these muscles are gonna be useful.

That is all!

Adding your pics of those beautiful lights:

Thank you!!!!! This was a fantastic concert review!!!!

Now, I learned what Leave America means to Canadians, and the horns need a bit of smoothing out and yes it sucks that Lights Up didn’t end up on the set list, it’s such a lovely song for the LGBTQ+ and allies crowd.

And good to know (also for those who worry) that a seat in the back still allows you to fully enjoy the show! 💜

#ask #lot toronto #lot toronto 1 #concert review #captainrayzizuniverse

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imagineit4amin · 8 months

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Can't Sleep Cafe Part 1

Wanna know what I was thinking about last night at 3 am while I couldn't sleep, with my dick aching, wanting nothing but to ring a bell and summon you to a place & time. I was gonna go to bed but maybe I'll give you a taste, a sip. Like the coffee we were having. Who's we? Well of course it was you, your husband/boyfriend/girlfriend/whomever you may have alongside you as we have coffee. How did we get here? I asked myself the same question, especially after the whole this is all make believe but hey who knows, it's coffee grow up. Live A little. Surprisingly it's a fun conversation, he didn't jump over the table & pick a fight. I know something is up, I'm just not sure what it is. He stops smiling, looks serious "so we need to talk" I knew it was coming, what did I do wrong this time, right? "You're the first"First what? Is this a group murder thing? Cult? (Please at least let it be a sex cult) maybe he's dying? She's a he? He's a she? Threesome? Ah they're both astronauts and I've been picked to go to space. I don't want to miss a thing starts playing in my head. Nice asteroids "You with us? You seemed to space out there for a second?" He asks putting his arm around her (Ha spaced out good one 😆 don't ask me my favorite planet, cause sir she's sitting on it) "ha I'm good, all ears."(& eyes, he's a good looking guy but damn she's…)"we had a bet…""You're the first guy to win it" uh oh "May I ask what the bet was?" "If she could find a guy she enjoyed talking to, who didn't ask for any pictures, made her feel special, was honest & never ooops sent a dick pic for a consecutive six months" " isn't that called a friend?""Yes, but more importantly, this is actually her bet. Her fantasy, you winning is her prize." "Sounds fun, fantasy completed, happy I could help" (That wasn't so bad right? A fun story, no harm & her fantasy fulfilled, look at me making people happy.) They both laugh. Uh Oh?

"That just won you the meeting & the excitement of the next stage of prizes." I stop him "To be clear, what he says is really your idea? I need to hear it from you directly" looking directly at you "mmmhhmm" You mumble nodding your head, sucking on your bottom lip. smiling . That quiet excitement, it shows for the first time, a fast simmer wanting to erupt into a boil. Oh you wanna play, "Please. Say the words" Looking over at him this time as I say "If that's ok with you, of course." "Fuck yes! I want this, now shut up and listen to what he has..to say" I sit up straight to listen. Getting serious. You reach your hand across the table, you can feel my hands shaking. "Really I do, it'll be fun" "So here's the first challenge." He says, reaching his arm out as another woman walks up & sits next to him. WTF is going on"This is my prize, I won our bet a little while back. Now she…" Sliding you off the bench to a stand, getting comfy, leaning back into his bimbo of a prize. As I finally get to look at you in that way, without trying to hide the stare of amazement "wants one of her own.""You've seen the movie Swordfish." He chuckles. "Here, now, under the table. You have to last 2 minutes & hold a conversation with us, without cumming. If. If you cum early, you can never speak to her again." You squeeze my hand, not helping with that stare, you're trying tomake me fail as much as pass it would seem. Damn this is fun & crazy, right? "and if I make it?" "2 minutes, you get one local date/evening & you can remain friends. 3 minutes friends with whatever benefits she wants. 4 minutes" everyone starts laughing as a crowd starts topay attention, he's been talking a little too loudly. I'm starting to think this isn't real. I mean the challenge is, but is this just a game they play? Has anyone won? It's been a week, there's not a chance I'm going to make it. Cutting him off "5 minutes & I want her…all of her. In everyway I want her, in everyway that she'll have me. AND!" I hold up my hand, quieting him & the crowd. "if she gives up before I do, after the five minutes minimum of course…I get you & your prize too." I look at you, you nod. He nods. She nods. Agreed. You lift the short tablecloth & begin to drop below the table. I stand up, raise you up by the hand. Bowing slightly kissing your hand, then wrapping you in a hug that we've both been waiting for, for so long. A tight, cuddly, full body, sweet only, lingering hug "It was nice to finally meet you, even if this is good bye" "Don't be such a pussy!" you say loudly, pulling me back in for one last hug, before pushing me back onto the padded booth bench, as you duck under the table. You don't even unzip me just yank my pants & boxers down. Your head peeks out in between my legs, I can feel your hands on my thighs, that smile, I could just…not yet. We haven't even started. "Ready!" you call out, he's literally using a fucking track meet stopwatch. I feel your hands slide off my thighs, grazing my balls, sliding right up "Begin!" your lips wrap around my tip. You can already taste precum. You're slow playing it, inch by inch. I close my eyes, block out the noise of the crowd. Put my feet on the floor, palms down on the table. One hand scratching softly at my balls, the other sliding upwards.You feel amazing, this feels amazing, but a bet is a bet. Mind fuck challenges over physical prowess. Sitting up straight, opening my eyes, keeping my composure "So how was your week?" I ask him, full eye contact, taking a sip of coffee, unabashed as she's sucking my dick.

I have dreamed of this moment, not in this way. Torn between trying to enjoy the moment & also rubbing it in, damn, easy on the teeth, their faces when I win them all. Imagine what I'd do with everyone, on second thought, don't think that. Although it would be..No, focus."What do you think of their breakup" Showing me a picture of that milf of an actress of who just broke up with her stud of a man, not that I give a tmz rats ass, but the picture was her, all of her. "Oh & that's 45 seconds, well done. Dear you doing ok down there? Enjoying?"Yes this is fucked up & yes I feel dirty writing this, but yes I will meet you. Let me know when You bounce your head up & down, slurping, mouthing uh huh, mmhmm at the same time, I crack a little, sliding a hand under the table, running it through your hair. Resting You shake your head side to side trying to throw off my hand. I slide it back up & take a peak. Big mistake. You're looking up at me, eyes wide open, smiling, you grip, twist & slide as punishment for peaking. I drop the cloth & pick up my coffee, slamming me into the backOf your throat, before sliding me forward, against both cheeks. I drop the cup on the table, my hands gripping the table to regain my composure. "I think life's too short" Taking a strained, controlled breathe. "If they're not happy" I have to peak again. You're not looking up at me, focused on enjoying. "Everyone should find happiness, what do you think" She squeezes my balls, almost liking my answer as her finger twirls lower, circling around my taint. "Nicely done, a minute & a half. Only thirty seconds more. Hun speed up please, no mercy." He snaps & two women slide up next to me, moaning in my ears, running their hands up & down my body "You can't make it! You don't deserve her" one says "ohhh, yes cum for me" the other moans right in my ear. You speed up as told. My mind is being pulled in every direction. "20 seconds!" I normally love countdowns but this is too much. I need to take back control, before I lose it. Fuck this shit. I reach around pulling both of them off of me laying them on the table. "stay!" I command. "You!" Nodding to him. "watch how bets are won."10…9…"I stand up, put both my hands on your head "8! 7!" & match your motions, thrusting back, buying me time. I look down & wink "We're gonna have a lot of fun you & I. "5..4.." I pick up the fresh cup of coffee,sit back down, lean back, take a sip "let's discuss date options""2…1…2 minutes!" He looks a little nervous, I look down, running my hand down your hair, cupping your face in my palm. "Good girl! Now let's win the next round, of course if you'd like to win " I look at him, "I bet her knees hurt, let me fix that" picking up the table. Tossing it over her to the side into the crowd, (yes the other two got off the table, I'm not a monster) standing up & lifting you off the floor, spinning you over onto your back, throwing your legs over my shoulders. Bouncing in unison "time check please!" Burying my face. In your clearly soaked, light blue panties. I turn us to face the crowd with you hanging there, bouncing on my dick, hair brushing against the floor, dress halfway up your stomach. Biting them with my teeth, tearing a hole in them large enough to slip my tongue inside. Just enough to finally taste you "2:45" I don't give a shit about time, just you, possibly us. nuzzling into your pussy, holding your split thighs like a barbell, pulling you up & down against my lips. Lip curls. Upside down too long isn't good, returning you to your knees"56..57..58.." I want to, but not yet! "3 min!" "I'll up the stakes!" He laughs nervously. "Make it to five while.." "No need to up the stakes, but I agree to the challenge" picking you up off your knees, hovering your spread legs over my throbbing soaked dick. "Wanna win?"You're smiling, trying to push down onto me. Caught up in the pleasure & competition.Your hands wrapped around my neck, burying my face in your tits for the first time as I tear off your panties. The room melts away. It's just me & you, for a moment. But no one's here to see

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thedarkcoven · 2 years

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Unbearable Experiment | Cloud Oneshot

{Edit made by me; Pics I used found on Google- I do NOT take credit for the pics}

MINORS DNI !!!! Adult themes ahead !!!!

~ Cloud x Reader ; Y/N is captured by Shinra during a mission. When Cloud finds them, he too falls victim to the painful experiment that can only be fixed with the unthinkable.

Warning:

Smut. Friends to lovers. Sorta non-con (due to experiment). Sex drug gas. Slight angst and fluff. Shy Cloud. Cussing. Unsafe sex. Breeding. Used by Shinra. Oral sex (female receiving). Slight dacryphilia. Overstimulation.

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-idk why this idea popped in my head but it did lol

The plan is set and ready to go, all you did now with the other Avalanche members was go over the details of the mission again to make sure everything would be concise and to the tee. Your close friend Cloud, a blonde spiky-haired soldier who saved you from Shinra years ago, smiled slightly and handed you a healing materia to incorporate into your gear since he knew how tough it would be to go into a sector of Shinra's and deal with their pesky security.

Once everyone was one hundred percent ready, you all headed to the train station to wait for your ride to head to the sector. You sigh and rested your head on Jessie's shoulder, playing with her fingers to help calm your nerves with the big mission. Instead of going for reactors like they usually do, you caught word that Shinra was doing some sort of experiments with kidnapping women and you agreed to be bait since Jessie was needed for hacking and bombs.

Cloud pulled you to the side once everyone boarded the train, a worried expression written on his angelic face. His mako-colored eyes stayed glued to his feet as he grabbed your hands in his gloved ones, squeezing them softly before looking into your eyes in search of any doubt that he hoped you would have. He wanted so badly for you to back down because he didn't know exactly how this mission was going to go.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N? Jess is more than okay with doing it-." You cut him off by resting your forehead against his chest.

"Yes, Cloud. You worry so much. I'll be fine I promise." You stated looking up into his eyes. "If anything goes wrong... then you can come get me. Okay?"

"I know it's just... The last time you were in Shinra's custody you were all bloodied and bruised-." You placed a soft hand on his cheek, giving him a soft smile.

"I'm strong, Cloud. I got you and I know you'll protect me and make sure that I am okay."

After making your way to the checkpoint you handed them your idea since you already set up the whole "application" for their experiments. Cloud kept telling you not to but you wanted to help the cause not just sit on your ass all the time. You had no idea exactly what the experiments would be you just knew that they needed volunteers and you'd get paid a good amount of Gil.

The security gave a nod and handed you back your ID before calling two soldiers in to escort you to where you would need to go. At any point you didn't feel comfortable or felt like you were being compromised you would be able to let Cloud know through your hidden mic, easing your nerves a bit more. An old doctor greeted you in the room, helping you settle onto the examination table. He smiled as he hooked a heart rate monitor up to you and told you he would be leaving to begin the tests. You gave a nod and rested your head back, your nerves completely gone at this point.

About five minutes passed and you began to feel tingles between your legs, your heart rate spiking as you began to sweat. You felt breathless and all you could do was squirm, rubbing your legs together. Out of all the days you wore a dress why did it have to be today? You let out a whine as you turned over to your side, curling up into fetal position as you felt your inner thighs becoming slick.

"H-ha... I-I don't know what's going on with me." You said out loud, more so to Cloud. "What's happening to me?"

"We are beginning the breeding process. We are preparing your body for breeding. We need you to help us bring more hosts into this world for Sephiroth." The doctor spoke with a sadistic cackle. "With the gas that we are pouring into the room you are inhaling a special drug we developed to send the body into overdrive for breeding. You're like an animal in heat right now."

"S-So hard to breathe." You began to sob, clawing at the pleather covering of the examination bed. "Cloud, please..."

Your

eyes went wide, your mouth practically salivating as Cloud entered the room, throwing the Shinra ID card off to the side before rushing to you. He was too worried about you to realize that the doctor locked the door tightly when it closed to ensure that you couldn't escape. Cloud placed his buster sword on the ground and pulled you into his lap, checking you for any wounds.

It couldn't be helped. The smell of his natural scent with floral and fruity aroma driving you feral as you clawed at his chest while nuzzling your face into his neck to smell him more, squirming uncontrollably in his lap. It didn't take much longer for Cloud to feel the effects of the drug, his strong hands gripping your thigh and back from how he was cradling you.

"Clo-Cloud. It hurts so much." You murmured innocently, looking into his mako eyes.

"Wha-What hurt's?" He swallowed thickly, his cheeks becoming flushed; his skin becoming covered in sweat. Cloud gently put you down onto the bed, pushing your hair back. "Show me where it hurts."

"Right here, Cloud. Please." You pulled his hand against your soaked panties which caused you to throw your head back in the sudden jolt of what felt like electricity.

"What the hell are they doing?" He asked, pulling his hand away, too embarrassed about the situation.

"Come now, Soldier. Help her out. You both NEED it. It hurts doesn't it? If you don't do something right now you both will pass out soon from the intense pain." The doctor laughed out through the speaker.

"Please, Cloud. I need you. I need you to touch me." You begged, clawing at your dress. "Get it off me." Cloud was quick to strip you both of your clothes before leaning over you.

He shuddered with a whine at the feeling of the cold air against his throbbing shaft, his lips brushing against yours, his hips rutting towards you in desperation. He knew he shouldn't. You meant so much to him but it hurt too much and seeing you in pain broke his heart. He kissed your lips softly before kissing down and spreading your legs. The feeling of his breath against your soaked cunt caused you to cry out, tears streaking down your cheeks while gripping the edge of the table.

Cloud groaned and swiped his tongue against your weeping core, almost losing himself completely to the drug as he rutted against the pleather, smearing his precum as he sucked and licked at your clit. He couldn't help but watch you through his lashes. The faces you made as he shoved his tongue into your pussy made him growl and moan against you, shooting vibrations through you that were amplified from the drug.

"Fuck this..." Cloud crawled up and pinned your wrists down on either side of your head as he shoved himself into you, your slick making it easy for him to glide in. You both moaned out in sync, his jaw clenching as his eyes flutter closed. Cloud was having a hard time keeping it together... keeping from destroying you right then and there.

"Cloud!! Please. Please. Fuck me. I want your cum so bad. Yesyesyes, Cloud! I've wanted this for so long!" You sobbed out while arching your back and causing him to hit your sweet spot. At that moment you were a blabbering mess and probably didn't make any sense to Cloud but you just couldn't help the emotions that were spilling from you.

"Yeah? Have you been thinking about me driving my dick into you? How many times have you thought about me stretching you open?" The sound of such lewd things coming from Cloud made your mind dizzy.

"Everyday. Want you to fuck me during a mission... want you to fuck me when you're stressed after a long day from fighting. I want your cum, Cloud. Please just give it to me!!" You begged, looking up into his eyes with a tear-soaked face.

"That's right. All mine. You're

all mine to fill up." He pressed his lips to yours, sliding his tongue into our mouth as he continued to fuck you animalistically.

It didn't take long for Cloud to roll over until you were on top, his hands gripping your ass to hold you in place as he fuck you roughly before throwing his head back. Your pussy tightened around the base of his shaft at the feeling of his cum spilling into your pussy, some leaking out slightly.

Once the drug wore off, Cloud lay there unable to move, looking away from you with shame and embarrassment. He let out a shaky breath as you pulled of from him, the feeling of his spend trickling down your leg reminding you what just happened. You don't know why but all you could do was cry, knowing you both couldn't take this back. Soon the others would be here for you both and you'd have to act as if nothing happened.

Later that night as you and Cloud sat in silence in the shared room, Cloud was the first to break the silence. He sat up, placing a hand up to his head as tears rolled down his cheeks. He felt like he hurt you, his heart stinging with knowing you would never look at him the same.

" 'M so so so sorry, Y/N. I couldn't control myself." You wrapped your arms around him tightly and squeezed him softly.

"Don't be, Cloud. What's done is done and I already confessed my feelings toward you. What I said back there I meant it... even though I have more romantic thoughts about you than just intimate like that..."

"I love you, Y/N... But are you really willing to take on my burdens?" You smiled as you wiped away his tears.

"I love you too, Cloud. I will always be with you no matter what. No matter what happens...no matter what fate has in store for us I will take on your burdens with you. You're my everything, Cloud."

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smoooothoperator · 2 years

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If You Love Her (C.L.)

Love language. Not everyone communicates their love the same way, some likes to spend quality time with their lovers, watching shows on the TV cuddling, taking walks on the park or just being in silence next to the other; others show love with words, reminding them that they are loved, complimenting them; then there are people that pour their heart on gifts, handmade or bought, but knowing their lovers will love it; or showing their love with acts of service, like cleaning their house when their partner is busy with work or ill; and all the lovers use physical touch, holding their loved one in their arms, holding hands, kissing their lips, connecting their bodies on sex full of love.

Charles is a mix of everything. He's the kind of lover that makes someone feel happy, loved and satisfied. He loves with all his heart since the start, and doesn't stop even if a war started in the world.

He always loved showing he cares for people, and when he started dating her it became his way of living, like if showing love was something as simple as breathing, or as blinking. He showed her his love for her before they were officially and item.

He met her during a race, she was starting her career as a motorsport photographer, and her university had an internship with Formula 1, so she took the chance and went to all the races she could just to do shoots, look at pretty cars and hear the engine of them, following them to get the perfect picture.

"Who is she?" He asked his PR, looking at the girl that was sitting on the ground, taking photos of the drivers from a different perspective. "Don't know, she's new I think. I heard someone got the F1 Internship. Migght be her"

He remembers the moment he laid his eyes on her for the first time: she was wearing jeans and a white blouse, her camera hanging on her neck while she talked with Kym asking him some tips. He remembers that smile, how her eyes were full of excitement looking everywhere and taking pics of everything, even the plants and flowers that decorated the paddock. The way she looked the screen of her camera after capturing things on it. He will never forget it.

Then he started to hang out with her, waiting to know her better, showing little ways of love: complimenting her outfit, how she smelled with that new perfume, gifting her a Ferrari cap signed by him. It was always on little doses, afraid of making her notice his crush on her. But once she knew, and both of them confessed their feelings, he didn't stop at all showing her his love.

"You look so beautiful today" he said stopping to talk with her, stepping closer to kiss her cheek. "Thank you!" She smiled looking at him with a warm smile. "You want to come have dinner with me and some other drivers? You know them... Lando, Pierre, Carlos". She smiled, blushing. "Of course, but only if next time you ask me for a dinner is with the two of us alone". He laughed, looking at her with a cheeky smile. "I will"

During her exams weeks, he always cheered for her. Made her tea or coffee, whatever she needed, and cut fruit for her, lefting it on her desk while she focused of her books. Is she was feeling down he always was there to hug her, kiss her tears away, and tell her sweet words on her ear until she felt better.

"Babe. Hey, babe!" He said walking fast into their room, hearing her sobs while he was making dinner for them. "I'm so stupid, Charles. It's like if the words I'm reading are on another language" she cried, hiding her face on his chest. "No, love. That is because your brain is tired. You have to rest..." He said whispering, brushing her hair softly. "Come on, left the books for a while and come have dinner with me in the kitchen, yeah? I made your favourite, or at least I tried"

And on race weeks, after she ended her internship, she went there to cheering for him. She walked with him on the paddock, holding his hand and squeezing it when she felt he was tense. If he had a bad practice, quali or race, she was always there on his garage waiting for him with open arms l, knowing how to calm him down. And when he won a race, or scored a podium, or got pole, she was the first to jump off of the chair and clap celebrating it.

"I won last week, what if I put the hopes too high? I will disappoint the team if I don't get a podium again..." He mumbled, sitting on his room at the Ferrari motorhome and placing his head on his hands. "Look, Charles. They won't be disappointed, okay? They are happy with you and with Carlos. You two make an amazing and powerful team. Last week was a dream, yes. But you have to understand that you have s whole year to prove that you can beat a Mercedes and. RedBull"

He always loved having her next to him, and when she started working as a photographer for Formula 1 media team, he always asked her in which spot she would be on the races, so every time he drove on that spot, he would wave her, even if she couldn't see it for the speed, her camera could capture it.

"God, Charles! Focus!" His engineer said through the radio. "Sorry, I just saw my girlfriend. I had to say hi".

It was normal on him to take her on dates, he loved planning big dates when he felt she was down or anxious, just to help her disconnect for a moment. He knew about her love for astronomy, so when he discovered that the cities they were visiting thanks to the races had a planetarium, he always took her there. Or when a he walked next to a Disney store he always bought her something of Star Wars, just to make her happy.

"I think we have to get a shelve just for all the things you buy me of Star Wars..." She giggled looking at the new thing he bought her. "I'm sorry! I just... Every time I see a Disney store it reminds me of you! And this Baby Yoda is so cute" He said laughing, looking at the Baby Yoda on her hands. "It's Grogu, by the way" she said with a smirk. "Baby Yoda. He looks like Yoda, so Baby Yoda" he argued and smiled.

They were the perfect couple, showing love in many different ways.

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Gimme Shelter - 5

Here comes chapter 5. Expect a little romance and fluff! Our protagonists even start to flirt 😏 I hope you enjoy the next part of their story! If so, please let me know and leave a comment, like or reblog. Thanks 💜

You can find parts 1 - 4 and my other fics on my masterlist

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Kat Spencer)

Words: ~3.3k

Summary: Henry has to deal with a personal crisis and he finds shelter with his old rugby mate Sam and his sister Kat. She used to be Henry’s best friend a very long time ago. Will they be able to become friends again or maybe even more?

Chapter 5: A walk on the coast path, a flirt and a sweet encounter

Warnings: RPF, mention of mental health issues

Unbeta'ed. English isn't my first language. Mistakes ahead and they're all mine.

Disclaimer: I don’t know the real Henry Cavill or anyone who's related to him in any way, this is pure fiction and nothing more

Credits: Pics for the moodboard from Pinterest. Face claims: Kat = Jennifer Connelly

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Over the next few days Kat and Henry got closer and closer. They had long conversations almost every day that were so very helpful for both of them and they felt that the bond between them, this strong connection they had all these years ago and that had been cut off so abruptly, was rebuilding slowly. It was almost like back in the days. Kat and Henry against the rest of the world.

Kat helped Henry to sort out his thoughts, to make decisions and plans without taking responsibility away from him. She didn't make it easy for him by taking over control or telling him what to do. All she did was listen, sharing her view on things and giving him advice and she did it in a way that made it easy for Henry to see where he wanted to go with his life in the future. She didn't judge, she didn't criticize, she just gave him her opinion and support and that was all he was asking for.

On day 8 after the treehouse talk Henry was brooding over a text he wanted to publish. A statement for his fans, the media, the public in general but it wasn't so easy to get the tone right and to explain enough to make his latest actions relatable without giving up too much of his privacy. He closed his laptop with a sigh and rubbed his tired eyes when it knocked on the door.

"Come in." he said, hoping it was Kat and his wish came true.

"Hey." Kat greeted him with a bright smile and joined him at the kitchen table. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." He shook his head. "I'm not very productive today."

"So maybe you need a distraction? What about a walk on the coast path? The weather is lovely and I'm really in need of some fresh air. Wanna join me?"

Kat flinched when Mr. Darcy jumped onto her lap out of the blue. "Heavens, Darce...you're gonna give me a heart attack one day." The cat ignored her fond scolding and curled up into a ball on her thighs, clearly demanding a bit of tender loving care that she gave him with an amused smile. "I haven't seen him downstairs in days."

"Cat got your tongue?" Kat stood up with a smirk and Henry was sure she was swaying her hips more than usual when she went to the door. "Come on, Cavill. Let's go."

Henry chuckled. "Yeah, it seems he's moved in with us. He sleeps with Kal in my bed every night. I think he's in love." Kat grinned. "Well, I can't blame him. Who wouldn't fall in love with a smart, sexy hunk and his furry companion." She gave him a flirtatious wink and now Henry was the one feeling like having a heart attack.

This was new. She'd never flirted with him before. All their banter was of friendly nature, sarcastic and funny but not flirty. He wanted to give her a witty answer, make a sexy remark but his mind went blank. All he was able to think about was how badly he wanted to touch and kiss her and so he opened his mouth but not a single word came out.

Kat's heart was racing when they left the house and walked down the road that led to the coast path side by side. It was obvious that her cheeky remark had caught him off guard but she wasn't sure if he considered her move good or bad. It had taken all her courage to try and flirt with him and his reaction left her a little clueless. It was not like she didn't know how to flirt. She did and she loved a sexy flirtatious banter. She wasn't shy and she also was aware of the fact that she was attractive but when it came to Henry everything was different. She turned into an insecure teenager again, helplessly in love and completely confused.

Just don't make the same mistakes again. Her thoughts wandered back to the night she'd spend with Eli after the city festival. When she went home with him she wanted to have sex with him, she really did but it didn't work. Whenever she closed her eyes and kissed him she saw Henry and the way he had looked at her when they were dancing slowly. Elijah soon noticed that something was off and he connected the dots quickly. He was very sweet and instead of being pissed he made coffee and they sat down and talked. Kat told him about her and Henry, all about their past, about Poppy, the heartbreak, her feelings for him, just everything. When she was finished Eli gave her a grin. "Well, I've been dumped for worse guys than Henry Cavill. I mean, even I wouldn't say no to him and I'm straight as fuck."

Kat chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Thank you for your understanding. I just don't know how to deal with my feelings. I don't even understand the nature of these feelings."

"The nature? You're falling for him again. And judging by the way he looked at you and the death stares he was giving me all night, I'd say he feels the same way." Eli shrugged as if it was as clear as day. "And you should really grasp at that second chance."

Kat sighed. "I don't know. What if he hurts me again?"

"You're not sixteen anymore. I'm sure he's learned his lesson and so have you. Just don't fuck it up this time, Kat."

"Excuse me? I didn't fuck it up back then." She looked at him flabbergasted.

"Come on, you know what I mean. Just don't make the same mistakes again." Eli took her hand and gave it a squeeze. "Yeah, he was a total ass and treated you badly. He lied to you. I get that. But you never gave him a hint that you have feelings for him. You took him for granted, Kat. You thought he'd always be there for you exclusively, that you are the only girl in his life and that you could afford to keep him in the dark about your feelings. You had this romantic idea in your head. You and him, the ball, the romance, a dance, a kiss, a confession but you never even considered that he liked you too but moved on because you'd friendzoned him. Truth is you didn't dare to tell him that you're in love with him and it backfired and hit you hard."

Kat started to chew on her lip. "Yeah. Maybe you're right."

"And if I may add one thing. You're 38. You're beautiful and smart but you're still single. You said it yourself, none of the men you meet can live up to your expectations. You've never met 'the one'. What if Henry's been the one for you all along?"

And that was the question that was running around in her mind ever since Elijah had posed it. Was it possible? Was Henry the one for her?

"This way?" Henry's voice interrupted her thoughts. He pointed at a path that turned off to the left. "Yes." Kat smiled at him sheepishly and Henry gave her a funny look. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sure. I was just lost in thought. Sorry."

"Thinking about hot hunks, huh?" He smirked and it was ridiculously sexy. Kat's heart jumped with joy when she realized that he was flirting back.

"More about their cute companions." Kat laughed out loud with relief and joy. "Come on, Kal." She clapped her hands and started to run down the path, the American Akita following close behind, wagging his tale with excitement. She looked back over her shoulder with a grin. "What are you waiting for, Hen. Are you afraid you can't keep up with me?"

"Don't try me." Henry laughed and ran after her, chasing her down the path, playfully imitating a roaring bear. Kat was surprisingly fast and he indeed had problems keeping up with her. He wasn't a sprinter, his body wasn't really made for running though he did it for cardio regularly. So he had stamina but he wasn't very fast. Kat on the other hand was agile and quick and she took the rocky path effortlessly, it was a treat for the eyes. He knew she liked trail running and her smooth motions showed him that she did this often. When he finally caught up with her she flashed him a smile and slowed down. They came to a halt, both panting and laughing at the same time. "We better walk now. I'm too old for running away from a man as fit as you." Kat bent her upper body down and supported herself with her hands on her knees. Henry grinned. "You're way too fast for me. You ran like a bat out of hell."

They both burst out laughing again for no real reason and it felt so good to be childish and just a little silly. Henry was so comfortable, so much like himself, when he was with her it made him feel whole again. She was the antidepressant he really needed.

"What about some climbing instead of running?"

"Climbing? Jesus, Kat, are you trying to wear me out?"

"Well, it's not really climbing. The trail is just a little rockier and steeper than the regular one." Kat pointed at a path that was overgrown and led upwards to what seemed to be a cliff.

"What's up there? A make-out spot?" He asked, grinning cheekily.

"Dream on." Kat raised an eyebrow and her smile was sexy and amused at the same time. "Just an amazing view on the bay from the top of the cliff."

"It's closed off." Henry looked at the chain that blocked the trail with a frown.

"Yes...but we can take it anyway. That's not a problem."

"The sign says 'no trespassing', Kat."

She sighed. "I know but this is more for the tourists. There have been some minor accidents. Someone broke his leg or something. So they closed it off...insurance stuff and such...you know how it is. It's nothing, I've been there many times."

Henry still wasn't convinced. "It can still be dangerous and what if we get caught?"

"Sorry." She mumbled avoiding his gaze.

Kat laughed. "No risk, no fun. Come on now, Pop." She froze before she blushed furiously.

"Pop, huh?" Henry's lips turned up into a mocking grin. Pop had been her nickname for him at school. Whenever he'd tried to tell her what to do or to keep her from doing things he considered too dangerous or simply inappropriate she had teased him with this name to make clear that he sounded like her father. And so he became Pop just like she became Kitty.

"No worries, Kat. I like the sound of it. Actually I get called daddy a lot these days." Her eyes met his and he wiggled his eyebrows with a teasing smirk. Kat's confidence was back and she gave him a lopsided grin and a wink before she climbed over the chain. "Well, I guess I better behave then...daddy."

20 minutes later they were sitting side by side on top of the cliff, Kal lying at Henry's feet and Kat hadn't promised too much. The view was spectacular. "That's fantastic, Kat."

"Yeah. It never ceases to amaze me, every time I come here, again and again."

They sat there in comfortable silence for a while, staring at the ocean. Kat's legs touched his and the physical closeness awoke the butterflies inside of him. He turned to her, admiring her pretty face. "Thanks for taking me here." She looked at him with a smile. "I knew you'd love it. I've been here many times thinking of you, wishing you were with me, like you're with me now." Her voice got weaker with every word and she bit her lip, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Henry's heart started to race when he realized what her words meant. She had never stopped thinking about him just like he had never been able to forget her. He took her hand and pressed a soft kiss on her knuckles. She let it happen, she even closed her eyes. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than by your side, Kitty." He knew it was a bold move to call her that after her reaction the other day but she didn't seem to mind. "That's good to know, Pop."

She opened her eyes again and they shared a shy smile. Henry didn't let go of her hand, he even started to stroke it with his thumb tenderly. Kat's gaze fell on his lips and they both leaned in slowly. Their lips were just about to meet in a tender kiss when they heard suppressed giggles from behind. They turned around and saw two girls who were standing behind a rock, watching them. They were nine maybe ten years old and really cute. "Hey, you nosy little rascals. Are you observing us?" Henry scolded them playfully, laughing out loud and Kat couldn't help but join in.

"What about your dog? Don't you go to work?" Nelly asked.

"We were observing your dog. It looks like a bear." The taller girl said with a confident smile. She had beautiful, thick, red hair and reminded Kat very much of Anne Shirley from 'Anne with an E'. "What's your name?" she asked. "I'm Nelly and this is my bestie Laura." The other girl giggled again and waved at them but she didn't say a word. "Would you want to pet my dog? His name is Kal." Henry gave them an encouraging smile and they nodded eagerly. "Come on, Kal. Meet Nelly and Laura." Kal got up and greeted the girls like the friendly dog he just was and they kneeled down to stroke his soft fur.

"I want a dog too, but my parents say no." Laura said and she pouted her lips. "I'm sure they have good reasons." Henry explained. "A dog requires a lot of time." "Yeah. That's what my parents say. They don't have time for a dog because they both have to work." She rolled her big brown eyes, never stopping to pet Kal who enjoyed the love he received.

"Your parents are very reasonable . You wouldn't want your dog to be sad, would you?" "No." She shook her head vehemently. "Of course not." "See, but dogs are sad when they have to be alone all day." She nodded and sighed. "Oh, okay."

"I'm lucky. I can take Kal with me when I work." Henry gave her a bright smile but she seemed sceptical. "Really? Must be a very strange job, when you can bring your dog."

"It is a strange job, you're right, Nelly, but I love it anyway." And for the first time in months, he felt it. He loved his job and he was a lucky man.

After the sweet encounter with Nelly and Laura the intimate moment was ruined and the sexual tension was gone but Kat and Henry were still in a good mood and they went back home chatting lightheartedly.

"You were great with the girls. Did you never think about having kids?"

Henry gave Kat a surprised look.

"Of course I did. I'd love to have a bunch of children but I guess I'd need a woman first."

"I don't think there's a lack of women in your life."

"No, of course not. There were many of them but never the one to start a family with."

Now it was Kat who was surprised. "You have never been in a serious relationship? Never made plans to settle down? I'm sorry if this a stupid question but I've always avoided reading about your private life in the media…"

"It's not stupid at all. What you can read about my private life is mostly bullshit anyway." Henry let out a snort. "But no, I've never been really serious with a woman. I was engaged once but that was a very stupid idea. I was young and foolish…"

"But why? I mean, you're perfect husband material."

"Yeah, for gold diggers and attention whores." He rolled his eyes. "I don't know, it's always the same. I meet a woman, I fall fast and hard and after a few weeks I wake up from this romantic vision I had of her and me and there's nothing left...I lose interest or she gets bored with me and that's it. It has always been like this. I'm just not able to find a woman that completes me." He shrugged. "What about you? Why are you still single?"

Kat took a deep breath. "Pretty much the same actually. There have been a few men, short relationships, but it never lasted. All of them tried to turn me into something I'm not. A trophy wife, a housewife, a mistress…but none of them could make me feel at home with them."

"They must have been idiots. Why would anybody try to change you. You're great the way you are." Henry said, shaking his head in disbelief. "What about Jim?"

Kat smiled. "Jim was indeed different. We had a great time but after four years we grew apart. I was so young, 23, I wanted to travel, to see the world, he was 30 and wanted to settle down and start a family. That's why we broke up and it was the right thing to do. We're still friends and he has a great family now."

"Seems we were right when we were moping teenagers and said we're never going to find true and everlasting love. Do you remember? Kitty and Pop..the lonely heart club?"

"Of course. All these sad poems we wrote and you were so great at reciting them." Kat laughed softly at the memory. "God, we were so pathetic with our self-pity."

"Yeah, we were. But eventually you fell for Aaron."

"Love is a big word for what Poppy and I had in those 6 months we were together." Henry looked at his hands, his fingers were fumbling with the ring on his pinky. Guilt washed over him whenever he talked about Poppy in Kat's presence. "I guess I didn't even know what love is when I was with her. Maybe I still don't."

Kat cocked her head looking at him. Yes, after you broke my heart, was what she was thinking. "I did. He was my byronic hero. He saved me..." was what she was saying. "And you loved Poppy."

"You must have loved your girlfriends."

Henry shrugged. "I have but...I don't know…"

"You loved them and at the same time you knew they weren't the one. Something was always missing…."

Kat spoke out what he was thinking but couldn't express.

He looked at her, nodding his head. "Exactly."

"Yeah. Same here. Aren't we the lucky ones?" Kat gave him a sarcastic grin. "We should resurrect the lonely hearts club."

The way she tried to shrug off the topic all of the sudden showed him that it had gotten under her skin. Deep. He smirked and gave her a wink. "Count me in."

Kat looked at him with a frown. "Really? I was actually joking."

"Why not. Could be fun to take a stroll down memory lane."

"You're right. Let's do it. First meeting on Saturday night? At the woodhouse?"

"Sounds like a plan. I better start searching the internet for some sad, dramatic poems."

"And I'm going to compile a playlist."

"Deal." Henry offered Kat his hand for a handshake and she took it grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Deal."

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tbc

#henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill #cavillry #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill rpf #rpf #henry cavill slow burn #slow burn fic

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draganasimpsforjeff · 3 years

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Hello! May I please have a creepypasta romantic match-up with some nsfw if your comfortable with it? Tysm in advance and I'm in love with your writing, like how is it so good?! Anyways I hope you have a great day/night and tysm once again!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting. Sometimes in the middle of the night you can find me just staring at a wall or something because I can't go to sleep.....I have trouble sleeping.....

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

So for the nsfw part (Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write for it!)....I'm very shy and i'd like it if someone guided me. But i'm 100% a Bottom and I love praise and maybe a tiny bit of degradation. I also have a big ownership kink like if someone tells me that i'm their's....then I might die. I'm also a sucker for marking like lovebites and hickies? Yes please. But please tease me and edge me because I prefer not having control so someone else being in control is just...lovely. Also pet names! Like Sunshine, Babygirl, Doll....AHHhh I might melt.

-From 🎇Sparkle Anon🎇

Ah thank you so much! LOL I feel like we would be good friends bc of so much similarities, hope.you like this!

But anyways I match you up with-

🥁🥁🥁

Hoodie/Brian

SFW

This man ain't gonna lie you sometimes remind him a female version of his best friend Tim/ Masky but like in a good way (bc of your style and music choice)

Your foolishness is the ultimate thing he loves about you

He is scared to leave you by yourself sometimes since you are a klutz

But luckily he knows just enough about first aid so if you have a deep enough cut or something to that measure he's got you 😉😊

At first he would be scared to initiate conversation bc of your very beautiful but deadly looking "resting bitch face"

But once you started talking to him more he would feel a lot more comfortable coming around and just knew that's your cover around new people

Definitely teases you about your height 🤭 (he's 5'11 in my hc)

Is that type of cliche dude to rest his arm on you or would purchase a step ladder for you

Something could be an inch off your reach and he'll feel the need to tease you about it (all in good fun tho)

Hunny, he definitely gets the whole having difficulties talking about whats bothering as he does it too, he'll just try to figure out other ways to make you express what you're feeling. (Through healthy ways ofc)

He has anxiety too so yeah babe he gets it 😌

Sorry love but he kind of likes spiders soooo he would be that asshole that would pick one up and put it in your hair or shoulder without you noticing. (And now I have to do this don't kill me)

NSFW

Oooo darling ♥

He would love to mark you up

He love to be called his? Good cuz he was going to call you that either way even if you were friends or friends with benefits

What you got between your legs belongs to him

He loves how small you are since he's kind of toned and tall and you're like this little petite thing he can just throw around 😊

He understands if you're shy or don't feel comfortable being in control, he'll take over

Will say though, he'll probably suggest taking some sort of drug or anything to influence your senses so you feel more comfortable in your skin at some point or another

Especially since it's a very rare thing for him to see but he won't push too much

WILL 👏 FUCKING 👏 CALL 👏 YOU 👏 PET NAMES IN FRONT OF ANYONE

He doesn't care who hears or sees it since he would love to be caught ngl.

"I don't know why you're all dressed, doll, those clothes are gonna be in shreds and uses as gags or restraints"

Will take pics of you with his phone and has no shame having a very naked you in some angle displayed as his lock screen

Cockwarms you a lot especially when he's cleaning his guns

You just seem him there all busy taking care of something else and not you while his big ol dick stretches you

🥴🥴🥴 this man would choose to be suffocated between your thighs babe

Often squeezes them and ohohoh if you wear skirts or something showing them be prepared to be teased anywhere anytime

Hell even do it in front of others fuuuck he'd even eat you out while others are in the room.

"You're so tasty babygirl, I could eat you out all day and night"

#creepypasta #creepypasta matchup #proxies x reader #creepypasta x reader

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boyy-wonder-grayson · 4 years

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Marry you

"would you write #17 and #27, after a fight, something very domestic and kinda nsfw with dick? love you and thank you"

Requested: yes! Thanks to @wintercapilson

Pairings: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings: smut, cursing, fighting but fuffly.

Based on prompt #17 and #27 of this list

*pics mine*

17.”I'm gonna marry you one day"

27."I can't sleep can we talk

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Dick's jaw was clenched and if looks could kill y/n would be six feet under. He rubbed a hand through his face trying to remain calm; he knew that the wrong word could mean another fight and he was honestly tired of it. He was stubborn but so was Y/n,she was not going to back away from a fight specifically if she knew that she was right.

"Look y/n, all I'm saying is that you could've handled that better than you did" Dick said through gritted teeth.

Y/n arched her brows in disbelief, "Oh so you wanna act all high and mighty now? After what you pulled the other day? Don't make me laugh Grayson" she answered crossing her arms across her chest.

Dick scoffed trying to remain calm "this isn't about me y/n, this is about you putting yourself at risk and almost ruining our plan!" He said throwing his arms in the air "that's why we have a plan, so we could follow it and don't fuck up!"

Dick was starting to become more and more frustrated with his girlfriend. He knew that she meant well when she save those civilians but she almost didn't make it out alive, and that's what terrified Dick. He was terrified of losing the only good thing in his life right now. He tried his best to explain to her, why was he so mad about this whole situation,but he wasn't a man of words. He has a hard time trying to convey his feelings in a way that didn't come across as rude or angry.

So they fought. A lot.

"Screw you! I did what I had to do! I follow the plan every single time Grayson, but when something unexpected happens you need to be prepared to steer away from the plan and think fast, and that's what I did" she said breathing heavily right now. The anger always took the best of her, and she hated it. She hated how agitated she got whenever they fought. She could feel the tears prickling at the corner of her eyes, but refuse to let them fall.

"So don't try to tell me that I fucked up, when in reality all I did was my job".

Dick shook his head and decided that the fight was leading them nowhere, so he turned around and left her alone in their shared bedroom. Y/n groaned and slumped into the bed, letting the tears fall after holding them for so long. It wasn't strange for them to fight about each other safety. She knew that she was reckless and to be fair it was a miracle that she was alive right now, but she knew the kind of sacrifice she would have to make if she wanted to be a hero, and she was ready to do it, but when it come to each other they were not ready not let the other go.

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It's been at least four hours since Dick left Y/n in the room. She didn't feel like talking to anyone to she opted to stay in bed. Their fight replaying in her head over and over. If Dick and herself weren't so stubborn, maybe things would have turned different than they were. Y/n sighed and decided to clean up the room a little bit. With their hectic lives she and Dick didn't really have much time to actually practice mundane chores such as: cooking or doing laundry, so the pile of clothes at the foot of her bed was looking at her pleading to be put away once and for all. She finished putting the clothes away half an hour later and sighed looking at the door hoping that Dick would enter at any moment, but when that didn't happen she ran a hand through her face and decided to call it a night.

Y/n tossed and turned in bed, trying hard to fall asleep; she gave up after a while realizing that sleep won't come for her that night. Before getting out of bed she heard a small knock coming from outside, she muttered a 'come on in' and saw her boyfriend's figure standing at the other side of the door.

"Hey" he said softly not entering the room. Y/n saw the wheels turning inside his head, thinking what to say. She wanted to assure him that it was okay, that they were okay but it would be a lie if she said she wasn't hurt.

"I can't sleep, can we talk?" Dick finally said. Y/n nodded at patted the spot beside her on the bed. Dick sat down and grabbed y/n's hand giving her a squeeze making the girl smile a little. It was always like this, whenever they fought Dick would squeeze her hand; it was his way of telling her that they were okay, maybe not 100% okay, but they were okay enough to talk it out without yelling at each other.

"I'm sorry. I know it was unfair of me to say that you ruined everything. I just-" Dick sighed moved closer to y/n so he could look at her eyes "I just can't bare the thought of losing you. I know you're capable of taking care of yourself and I know you're one of the best in our team,but I love you I can't lose you,not you."

Y/n sniffed wiping the tears that stained her cheeks. She grabbed Dick head in her hands and kissed him deeply. "I love you too baby, and I'm sorry too for being so stubborn. But we both know that if someone is in danger it doesn't matter what happen to us as long as we keep everyone else safe" she said kissing his temple.

Dick hasn't been this happy in such a long time and it scared the shit out of him. Happiness was always taken away from him when he least expected so seeing her girlfriend put herself at risk and almost didn't make it, it felt we if someone ripped his heart out of his chest.

"I know. And I know I was being kind of a hypocrite whenever I say you shouldn't put yourself in danger when I do the same. But I just can't help it" he said making her laugh a little. She kissed him again.

Even though they weren't the best with words and didn't know how to express themselves verbally, speaking was no needed right now to convey how much they loved each other.

As Dick positioned on top of Y/n she looked at him with so much love that it made his inside melt. He kissed her hard this time, savouring how she tasted. Dick helped her take her clothes off, which consisted of one his shirts and some shorts. Y/n bit her lip when he saw the hungry look on Dick's eyes. His hands roamed her body. Touching and kissing every part earning moans from the girl underneath.

"Fuck, stop teasing Grayson" she whined.

"What's that baby? Can't hear you" Dick said laughing before pushing two fingers inside of her making her moaned loudly.

"Fuck you" she hissed enjoying how good his finger felt inside of her. There was really nothing better than make up sex with Dick. It's like fighting made his filthy side come out, and boy did she like that. He was insanely good with his hands and he knew it. The girl trashing underneath him made him moan in ecstasy. He didn't let her cum just yet earning a string of curses to leave her mouth. He palmed his cock and without warning he entered her eliciting a filthy moan out of her.

"Fuck you feel so good baby" he praised her, kissing her neck. Y/n put her hands around his neck to put his impossibly closer to her.

She cried when he hit all the right places. It wasn't long before both of them reached their climax.

Breathing heavily Dick slumped next to her and pulled her closer to him. Y/n rested her head on his chest tracing patterns into his skin. He kissed her head before speaking:

"I'm gonna marry you one day"

Y/n's eyes widen in surprise sitting up to look at her boyfriend. His brown eyes showed nothing but pure love. Y/n felt her eyes watering. They never really talk about getting married or having a family; it was kind of established that it wasn't going to happen, but seeing Dick talk so freely about it it gave her hope. Hope that someday they will get their happy ending.

"You mean that?" Y/n asked in a whisper, shying away from his deep brown eyes that were staring deeply at her.

Dick grabbed her chin in between his fingers and kissed her soft lips.

"Of course I mean that, I love you so much. I can't wait to marry you."

The girl smiled resting her head against his chest, feeling excited for what the future may hold. Her heart was full and she was happy. She sighed in content before answering: "Me too."

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson smut #dick grayson imagines #titans #titans imagines #nightwing #nightwing x reader #titans netflix #dcu #dc

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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years

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Best Friend Things | Kol Mikaelson

Hey Lovelies, surprise, I'm back! I missed you all so much! Thank you to those special people who checked up on me faithfully! You know who you are and I hope i can repay that kindness one day! Y'all are honestly amazing!! I hope you all like this, it's more of a drabble so I am sorry for that but I needed to submit something :) All the best loves, I hope to see you soon again!

Description: Honestly just a Drabble about Y/n and Kol becoming best friends with a small storyline about him protecting her from a bad home life, nothing too bad, sorry for the weak description LOL

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of abuse, hospital, completely SFW though (unfortunately)

Word count: 3526

Tags: FLUFF, a lil angst but not much SO MUCH FLUFF

(Pics aren't mine but the mood board is <3)

You don’t know how you and Kol became best friends, it sort of just happened. You were in high school when you first met him. He was a year above you, the senior to your junior. Not to mention the captain of the football team. He was everything you weren’t. Popular, athletic, known. You were just a shy girl with a paintbrush who flinched a little too much. The first time he spoke to you, you almost fainted.

You wipe the sweat from your forehead, refusing to move from the autumn heat until your sketches are finished. It’s the first week of school and the football team has been practicing every afternoon. It’s perfect for life drawing. Jogging, stretching, catching, tackling. It’s the best practice, especially if you plan on getting into school and as far away from Louisiana as possible.

Your hands tremble, the charcoal between your fingers stuttering over the page. You sigh, ready to rip the page out and start over.

“No, keep it, love,” your hand jerks again, along with the rest of your body, at the unfamiliar voice, “I like the way it looks. It’s unique.”

His accent is thick and enchanting, pulling your eyes from the drawing to the boy standing above you. Kol Mikaelson. Your eyes widen and your breath catches in your throat. Your cheeks flush but it’s thankfully hidden with the summer sun. He’s not looking at you, anyway, his eyes glued to your sketch pad. It's filled with football players which wasn’t weird until now.

You run a still shaking hand through your hair, pushing it out of your sticky face, “I, ah, thank you. I think.”

You pull the sleeves of your jacket further down your arms, trying to hide the tremors. His eyes are now on you, skimming over your curled form. You can feel his eyes land on your face but you don’t meet them with your own. Your heart picks up when he sits down next to you, staying a couple feet away, but still pretty close. You sit as still as you can, trying desperately not to fidget. For a guy who’s been running in the heat for a couple hours he still smells really good. Like pine trees and liquorice. Who even smells like that?

“Aren’t you warm in that hoodie?” His question seems harmless but it makes you freeze up even more.

You look over your shoulder, spotting a familiar black truck in the parking lot, mumbling, “I’m fine.”

You close your sketchbook, tucking it into your tote bag along with your pencils and charcoal. You stand up, stretching your legs slightly, stiff from sitting on the grass for the past two hours. You can feel the indents in your legs and know for certain there are green stains on your bottom. You don’t check though, not with Kol next to you. You go to walk away but a hand on your shoulder stops you.

The breath leaves your lungs as he presses unknowingly on a bite carefully tucked under your shirt, “are you sure, love?”

It’s all you can do to not look at the truck again, staring at the ground, doing your best not to wince at his fingers, “I, uh, yeah. It’s fine.”

“It’s fine?” His finger draws your chin up to look into his eyes, which are delightfully carmel and burning with questions.

“I mean I’m fine.”

You can’t tell if you're trying to convince Kol or yourself. Both, maybe. It doesn’t matter though. You don’t plan on ever speaking to him again. You pull your face from his grasp, stifling another groan when you haul your tote bag onto your shoulder, heading towards the parking lot. You already know your step dad is in that truck, tapping his hand impatiently on the steering wheel, watching your every move. You can feel Kol’s eyes like laser beams on your back.

“See you tomorrow then, love?”

You don’t answer, you just keep walking.

The second time you saw him, he didn't let you go as easily. A week had passed from your first encounter on the football team. You hadn’t realized yet but he had followed you home that night. He knew something was wrong, he saw every flinch, heard every breath. Call it intuition. Call it being a vampire. Call it whatever you want, that was just Kol. And with Kol comes his frustrating tendency to never let things go. He had seen it all, and he was furious.

You reach up, standing on your tiptoes to get your books from the top shelf of your locker, wincing at the action. When you had put your things there for the weekend, you hadn't expected to walk into school the following Monday with bruised ribs. Your stomach pulses with pain, the kind that’s white hot and makes you want to throw up. You have to roll back onto the balls of your feet to avoid collapsing. Crap.

You stare at the books longingly, knowing you only have a few minutes until first period starts. It will only take a second to grab them, right? You can do it. You’ll be fine. You have to be fine. It’s fine.

You reach up again, your shirt lifting with your movements. When the breeze that accompanies the busy hallway skims your back, the wind is knocked from your lungs. It feels like someone kicked you all over again. You power through it though. You need those books. They’re just a little further. The more you move your arms, the more your shirt raises. There's more wind, followed by the same burning sensation. You’re going to throw up.

You fall back on flat feet again, bumping into something hard. Probably another locker. The locker’s hands grip the bottom of your shirt. Definately not a locker. You spin around so fast you can’t help the groan that slips out, your back screaming at you from all the activity. You feel tears threatening to spill. Everything hurts.

You’re greeted by none other than Kol Mikaelson, whose eyes are still, glued to a spot just in front of you. The spot where your back had just been. His hands are still balled into fists, like he’s still holding your shirt. He looks confused. No, scratch that, he looks angry. When he finally looks at you his eyes are pitch black. You take a step back out of instinct, the cold metal of your locker searing into your back through the thin fabric of your tee.

“I, ah, Kol,” your eyes dart around the hallway, checking to see if anyone else was watching, only to find it completely empty, “what’s, uh, what’s up?”

He cuts right to the chase, “what’s on your back?”

Your eyes widen automatically at his question. He can’t know. Right? No of course not. Unless he saw. But there's no way. He moves closer to you, his arm landing right beside your head with a slight bang. You flinch. He’s caging you in slightly, sending your heart into overdrive. Your lungs constrict. His eyes are burning into yours. He’s pissed and you’re not sure why. You can’t breathe.

“What do you mean?” Of course you dodge the question, that’s what you’re supposed to do.

He runs his other hand through his hair, tugging at the roots, “love, don’t play games with me you will not win.”

Your mouth goes dry, your voice is too quiet, “what do you want from me?”

He closes his eyes, squeezing the fist that’s still beside your head. You’re not sure what to do. You could run but you would probably only get a few feet before he’d catch you. Would he catch you? Would he even run after you? No, he doesn’t care. Then again, he’s here. He’s pushing you for something. You’re not sure if you’re ready to find out what.

When he opens his eyes again he looks directly into yours, his pupils dilating, “I want you to show me your back. Now, love.”

“I’m going to show you my back,” you know you’re the one speaking but it’s almost like you’re listening to a recording of yourself.

It feels like your body turns on its own accord, one minute you're facing him and the next you're staring at the locker, in a trance. You don’t remember wanting to lift your shirt up but you do it anyway, exposing your back to Kol Mikaelson. You feel the tears start to fall. You want to run, now, not just debate running, but you can’t, you’re stuck. It’s like your feet are glue to the floor.

“Fucking hell,” Kols words are strangled, “what are they doing to you.”

He touches your back lightly, no doubt skimming the blackened marks on your rib cage. His fingers sting and you can’t help but hiss. You lean away from his touch still holding your shirt in place. You can feel yourself trembling but you start to space out.

Kol’s finger tilts your head to meet his eyes once more, “you can put your shirt back, love. Thank you.”

With those simple words you pull your shirt down, whipping around to face him. You look like a deer caught in headlights, waiting for an impact. Time feels frozen still. Kol reaches to touch your face, his eyes fading back to their usual cola colour. Time unfreezes. And you run like hell.

After that day you had started to see Kol more and more. Staring at you from across the cafeteria, shooting pool in town at the local pub, jogging on the sidewalk in your neighbourhood. Wherever you were, there he was. Seeing him became a normal part of your day but you never spoke to him, not after that day at your locker. You wouldn’t talk to him for another three weeks after that day.

When you open your eyes it’s to the sound of machines beeping. There’s a sanitary tinge of bleach and lemons in the air. Your bed is stiff, the room dim. Your arm burns with a kind of deep itch you’ve never felt before. When you go to scratch it, you find a tube and a needle at the source. That’s when it hits you, you’re at the hospital.

Your heartbeat picks up, the machine beeping faster with it. A lady dressed in scrubs sprints into your room but before she can touch you there’s a hand on your face and then one on your neck, against your pulse point. When you look up you’re greeted by someone that you’re not actually that surprised to see; Kol Mikaelson.

“Kol, what-,” you want to continue talking but your throat burns, like you’re swallowing glass with every syllable.

You end up coughing up a storm, something the nurse must have anticipated because she hands you a glass of water. Her hair is a pretty chestnut colour, pulled into a long ponytail. She has a warm smile on her face.

She picks up the chart at the end of your bed, looking at it while she speaks, “you’re going to want to go easy on that throat for a while, sugar plum. You had quite the little accident. You should feel lucky your boyfriend here found you when he did or you would be in a much worse condition.”

Her voice is like honey, slow and sweet. Every word she says brings you closer to calming down. Until she says boyfriend. As soon as she says that word the heart monitor goes wild. He is not your boyfriend. Yes, he is cute, more so than the average boy. Alright Kol is gorgeous, but that’s not the point. Why does she think Kol is your boyfriend?

You look to Kol for the first time since meeting him for help, hoping he can understand your confused expression.

He nods and looks at the nurse with a smile on his face that doesn't quite reach his eyes, “Sarah, darling, do you mind giving us a moment? I think she needs a second to catch her breath.”

She looks like she’s about to protest but he leans a fraction closer and she smiles back, walking out of the room without another word. Your chest falls for a moment when he calls her darling and you’re not sure why. Kol means nothing to you. Well, that’s not true. You’ve grown fond of seeing him around, but it’s nothing that would warrant being jealous, if that’s what this is.

When she closes the door, Kol turns back to you. That’s when you notice his eyes, and the deep purple circles underneath then. Your breath catches in your sore throat. How long has he been here? How long have you been here?

What happened? The heart monitor starts it’s assault on your ears again.

“Love, listen to me,” he pulls the chair he must have been sitting in next to your bed, “if you want me to tell you what happened then you’re going to have to calm down, alright?”

“Ok,” you whisper back, trying to push past the fire in your lungs.

He picks your hand up with his own and you don’t protest, letting yourself be comfortable with this small touch. There’s a small smile on his face when you glance up at him. He rubs small circles near your wrist, avoiding the IV taped on the back of your hand. He looks lost in thought, his carmel eyes somewhere far away.

“Kol,” his name feels funny in your mouth, like you’re not worthy of it, “please talk.”

Just those few words are torture, something that desn’t go unnoticed by him, “shhhh, don’t talk, ok? I’ll explain everything. But I need to ask you something, and you need to tell me the truth. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me the truth. Please, love.”

It takes everything in you to keep your heart from spiking. You could lie and say you have absolutely no idea what he wants to ask you but that’s a lie. You’re too tired to lie, too tired to hide, and much too tired to run. You just sigh and nod, letting him have his way.

“Do you know that your step-dad is a vampire?”

Oh. So that’s what he chose. That wouldn’t have been your question, but you let him have it. The short answer is yes. Yes, you do know that your step-dad is a vampire. You had figured it out pretty quickly the first time he cornered you in the kitchen after moving in and sunk his teeth into your neck. The longer answer, to a harder question, is no, your mother doesn’t know. And it has to stay that way.

Instead of saying that, though, you just nod your head. Kol’s hand tightens around yours. You don’t miss the way he sighs. He doesn't sound sad though, instead there’s relief on his face. You give him a pleading look.

“Well, love, it seems like your step-dad had been trying to kill you. I’m not sure exactly how or why. Well, that’s a lie actually. I know how. He was draining you of blood. I do not know why though. Why he would want to hurt you.”

The heart monitor picks up yet again and Kol gives you a funny look that you smile softly at. His eyes widen when he sees it, a small smile spreading over his face as well. The heart monitor slows easily.

“I’m just glad I was jogging when he attacked you. I heard you scream. I'm sorry, I kind of broke your door,” he gives you a shy grin, like that's what matters right now, “when I got to you I thought you were dead. There was so much blood, love. I don’t know where your step-dad went. I just wanted to get you here.”

Your cheeks warm at his words. He was the one who brought you here, the one who found you on the brink of death. He must think you’re such a handful. You bite your lip, looking up at him. You hold back tears, ones you didn't know were welling up in your eyes, and breathe deeply. Of course he notices them.

He draws your hand closer to him as Sarah walks back into the room, “what’s wrong love?”

He brings your hand to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles. Your mouth falls open. The heart monitor starts screaming.

He looks around the room and then at Sarah, his eyes fiery and his tone demanding, “what the hell is going on?”

Sarah only smiles, shaking her head lightly, “her heart skipped a beat, hun.”

From that moment the two of you were inseparable. You weren't fully comfortable with him yet but that didn't bother him. Well, not often at least. Sometimes when you flinched, though, his heart squeezed a little bit more than it should have. He knew it wasn't him that you were scared of. That it would just take time. You didn’t know it then, but that was one thing that Kol had plenty of; time.

The glass is icy in your fingertips but the contents make it all worth it. You barely suppress a moan at the strawberry goodness slipping down your throat. You don’t notice the way Kol’s eyes darken from across the booth.

“How is it that you’ve never had a strawberry milkshake?”

The two of you are sat in a diner that’s not special to either of you. It’s just another burger joint. The booths are apple red and faded but comfortable. Music trickles from a retro looking jukebox in the corner. Waitresses flow by in pastel uniforms. It's just the right amount of busy. Kol picked well.

Your eyes close as you take another sip, revelling in the sweetness, “I don’t get to go out that much, what can I say?”

You open your eyes to a stone faced Kol, his shoulders tight and his jaw clenched. There’s a heaviness to the atmosphere but that’s nothing new. Since the hospital you’ve both silently agreed to ignore it. Maybe that’s not the best plan but the first time he tried to talk with you about it you shut down. Not own your own accord, you wanted to tell Kol about it, you just couldn't. It was like you lips were sealed shut. Kol had left it after that.

“Well, then, I guess it’s up to me to show you the ropes then, love,” he leans his face in close to yours, his woodsy scent fogging your mind and lighting your body on fire.

You close your eyes once more, breathing in as much of the dark haired boy as you can. When you re-open them you catch Kol sneaking a sip from your milkshake. His glass now empty and pushed to the side.

You slap his arm gently, gasping with mock anger, “that’s not nice!”

He laughs abruptly, some of the strawberry shake landing on his lips instead of in his mouth. Without thinking you reach a hand to his face, wiping the melted liquid off his buttery soft lip. His chocolate eyes lock on yours, his pupils blown wider than you’ve ever seen. Your heart pounds so loudly in your chest you’re almost certain he can hear it. But that’s impossible, right?

It only takes a few seconds for your brain to catch up with your actions at which your cheeks flush on cue. You go to pull your hand back but he grabs it before you can, his fingers wrapping gently around your wrist. He draws your fingers, the ones coated in syrup and ice cream, to his mouth. His tongue swirls around them and you have to bite back a moan. You can honestly say that nothing has ever felt as exquisite as Kol’s mouth. Not that you have much experience with it. You can’t deny that you wish you had more.

“Kol,” your voice is barely there and breathy, “what are you doing?”

His eyes never leave your own, piercing you as he continues to lazily lick off the ice cream that, in all honestly, is definitely gone by now. A foreign kind of heat pools in the pit of your stomach when he gently bites down on your fingertips. You can’t stop the sigh that falls from your lips. Your whole body is singing from such a simple touch.

He takes his time pulling your hand from his mouth, releasing your digits with a pop, “only making sure you aren’t sticky, love. We wouldn't want that, now would we?”

He doesn't return your hand to his mouth but he doesn't let go of it either. He just laces his fingers through yours in the middle of the table, your heartbeat still echoing through the diner.

When you look across the table again your heart flutters. You see a popular, football star, a fierce protector, one of the most caring people you've ever met. When you look across the table you see your best friend.

And maybe more but that’s for another day and another diner.

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