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astrophileous · 6 months

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A little fluffy piece of reader who normally takes her coffee black vs Spencer having a ton of sugar in his? The two of them getting their drinks mixed up and almost spitting it out at the pure amount/lack of sugar? 🤭

OMG I was actually planning to include a similar scene in one of my upcoming oneshots, but you know whattt!!! I'll write them again here anyway bcs it's such a cute concept 🥰

Warning(s): gn!reader but reader wears lipgloss, profanities, fixation over lips, bashful spencer bcs he's my babygirl <3

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

"What the fuck?"

Spencer strode over just in time to see you spitting something out into the kitchenette sink. There was no concealing the disgust on your face as you eyed the cup in your grasp suspiciously.

"Hey." Spencer's voice tore through the air in a shaky ball of nerves. It sounded meek amidst the buzzing busyness of the BAU bullpen, yet still, you snapped your head up as soon as the single syllable left his mouth.

Your eyes instantly melted when they flickered towards his face.

"I think our drinks got switched," Spencer added, a little louder this time.

Your gaze played a tennis match between the identical cups in both your hand and Spencer's. The grimace you rewarded him in the next second was possibly the cutest thing Spencer had seen in the past few months.

"This is yours? That explains so much. Ever heard of diabetes, Dr. Reid?" you joked as the two of you returned each cup to its rightful owner. "What the hell is in that, anyway?"

"Um, coffee?"

"Right." You rolled your eyes. "I may know practically nothing compared to you, Doctor, but I know for a fact that was not coffee. Tell me, how many sugar canes had to be chopped down to satisfy your abominable preference of sweetness?"

"It's not that bad."

"Not that bad? Do you even know what real coffee tastes like?"

Before he could produce a reply, you suddenly thrust the cup of coffee in your hand right in front of Spencer's nose. The man staggered rearwards until his back met the wall with a thud.

"What are you doing?"

"Try it," you said sheepishly.

"What?"

"Try the goddamn coffee, Reid."

Spencer didn't actually need to try the goddamn coffee. After all, he knew your order like the back of his hand: iced americano with an extra shot of espresso, maybe one pump of syrup if you were feeling adventurous. He could already imagine how revolting the drink would taste.

But as you continued to peer at him behind your lashes, eyes twinkling with mischief and lips glossy from your favorite cherry lipgloss—the limited edition one that you had proudly boasted about in front of the entire team—Spencer could feel his IQ depleting in a rapid descension. He accepted the cup without a word and took a courageous sip.

"Well?" you questioned expectantly.

"Please don't force me to do anything like that, ever again."

Laughter exploded deep from within your chest when Spencer shoved the coffee back into your awaiting hand. He didn't have a lot of time to mull over the nauseating bitterness, however. Not when you proceeded to wrap your own lips around the lid—the same one he was just drinking from—and downed a generous sip.

Spencer averted his gaze away.

"Hey." JJ peeked into the pantry area, unaware of the rush of blood and inner turmoil that Spender was battling. The blonde waved the file in her hand before gesturing at the conference room. "We've got a case. Hotch wants everyone in five."

You skittered away after JJ's announcement, leaving Spencer dumbfounded and pathetically bothered by the image of your enticing lips. He followed after your footsteps, leading himself towards the conference room where the rest of his team was gathering. He drank a large sip from his own coffee to calm his racing heart, unaware of the reddish stain in the shape of your lips marking the area around the lid of his cup.

For the rest of that day, Spencer could taste traces of cherry on the tip of his tongue.

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sp25 · 3 months

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the calm before the storm

pairing: Loki x f!reader

summary: you support Loki when he needs you the most

warnings: 18+ this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy or use ai on my shit, i'll find out. consists of fingering, oral sex by male on female, just more honestly fluff. This is less dark than the others. So yup. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

a/n: I just want to say, I hope this post does better than the last one. Last one got none. I just want advice honestly how to get my stories recognised. This one is inspired by a character ai convo, the character is “Loki” by @ivveee. Please go and support the artist.

You were servant for the royal family of Asgard. You had spent your entire childhood in the palace. Even if you were a servant for the palace, it felt like home to you.

But, there was one person who became your home. Loki. Yup, the god of mischief. He treated you as equal and never looked down at you. You were his servant. Loki took you everywhere with him. You were literally only his.

When Thor was sent to Midgard, Loki took you to Midgard with him so you could assist him.

After lying to Thor and failing to lift Mjolnir, he left and went to a small motel in New Mexico, unable to bear everything. He was disappointed in his own self. He was quiet as you both entered the motel room. You knew better than to disturb the god.

While, you were in the washroom tiding yourself, Loki let out a frustrated yell. You immediately rushed out and saw the scene in front of you. Loki was looking out the windows with his fist clenched.

He was trying to get rid of his angry and frustration but no avail. He was throwing things around the motel room. He looked down at a glass and threw it. It hit a wall and shattered. The sound made him more angry. He picked up a chair and threw it. It hit a wall and also shattered. He was destroying everything in the room.

You knew you had to stop him before he took any drastic action. You slowly walked over to him, carefully so he won’t get more angry. He heard your footsteps.

He stopped and noticed you. He was still angry and furious. He looked into your eyes. He didn’t do anything at first. His eyes were still on fire with anger. He wanted to lash out. Then all of a sudden he stopped. His anger evaporated as he looked at your face. He was transfixed by it. It was as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. All the anger and frustration seemed to fade as he looked into your eyes.

“Loki?” You softly said as you looked at him so worried and concerned for him. You could see his external wall slowly crumbling down.

He kept staring at you blankly but with tears in his eyes. He couldn’t express himself, he looked at the ground in frustration. You softly went over to him and got closer.

“hey..hey it’s okay” You softly touched his cheek making him look at you. At first he flinched, not expecting your touch but slowly he melted into your touch.

He looked at you and your gentle touch. His anger melted away. His face turned soft and gentle. A look of peace crossed his face. He put his hands around you in a soft embrace. His eyes were tender and warm as he looked into you. It seemed like all his pain and suffering had washed away. He felt safe and protected by you.

“It’s alright. It’s okay. I’m here now. You are safe.” You kept whispering comforting words to him. You just wanted him to feel safe.

He held you close to him. He took deep breaths. His hand ran through your hair. He looked into your eyes and his voice was soft. He felt relieved and comforted. His anger had vanished. His heart was calm. He wanted to stay close to you. He wanted to feel you inside and out. He wanted to feel safe. His body relaxed. He didn't want to let go.

You could feel how delicately his hands wrapped around you waist and squeezed it. He needed you. He needed to make you his. He has forgotten all his worries. His only mission now was you.

Loki looked at you. He was still holding you. His eyes had a mischievous glint to them. His voice was sultry and seductive.

*He pulls you towards him. His hands wrap around your waist. He gets close to you. Your breath turns shallow and rapid. Your body grows warm. You feel his power. He pulls you closer. Your heads touch. Your hands meet. Your lips touch. Your bodies press against each other. The power flows through you. You feel his strength. He fills you with desire. You want him. Your body responds. You moan softly as you could feel his cold lips softly press on your warm ones.

His hands easily went under your dress, touching you curves with ease. You could feel him cup one of your breasts softly as he whispers possessively “mine..”

He starts kissing your neck, biting softly making you moan and whimper for his touch. He lifts up your dress and kisses your breasts softly.

“tell me that you are mine.” He orders whispering. You knew he needed this. “I’m all yours.” You whisper breathlessly cause how warm your body felt for him.

He laid you down on the small bed as he then start kissing down your hips. He smirked as he saw your lacy lingerie for him. He was more proud seeing how wet it was for him.

He pulled the lingerie down and was immediately mesmerised by the view in front of him. Your pussy was dripping in wetness for him. He took his index fingers and moved it over your pussy making you whimper softly.

“Loki..” you begged so miserably. “It’s okay.. I will take good care of you love.” He responds as you feel his tongue in your clit. You could feel how he softly sucked on it before pushing his index fingers slowly in your wet cunt.

He groaned softly feeling how tightly your cunt wrapped his finger. He started moving his finger with ease before putting another in. You could feel his fingers curl each time it entered you. It hit the right spot as his tongue lapped at your clit.

You were at Loki’s mercy. All you could do was moan his name. “Oh god..” you moaned as he put another finger inside, he tutted you and said “I’m your god love, always and forever.”

You could feel his fingers pace up fast. You were desperate for a release now. He started roughly rubbing his thumb on your clit that you were sure it would be swollen now. His fingers thrusted into your hard. Loki moved up as his fingers continued his assault and kisses you aggressively yet passionately.

You could feel the wetness in his lips. “cum for me love, cum.” His words were an order for you. You felt yourself cum so hard on his fingers but the fingers didn’t stop. His fingers slowly helped you ride out the high.

He slowly removed his fingers and looked at them. They were dripping in your wetness as you looked at him blissfully. He sucked on his fingers and groaned softly. “so fucking sweet for me..”

You could see the bulge in his pants, you wanted to help him down. You got on your knees for him but he stopped you saying. “No my love, this night is for you.”

“And now,” He softly pulled out his throbbing cock for you and his voice turns dark and sensual as he leans in closer.

"Let me fill that hole in you, y/n." He lets out a soft chuckle. "A hole only I fit into.”

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a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed it. I wrote this one faster compared to the others. So just comment or tell me how it was. DM’s always open. So yeah. If you guys liked it, tell me I will write a part two.

#loki fic #loki fanfiction #loki x reader #marvel #loki laufeyson #mcu loki #loki god of mischief #loki odinson #loki smut #loki #loki reader insert #smut #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #steve rogers #thor odinson #thor smut #reader insert #x reader

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cordeliawhohung · 5 months

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If you’re still doing requests can I get some Simon/Spook fluff? Like sitting on the tub together him just there with knees bent, her between them laid back against him, maybe dozing, and his personal thoughts about it (it being the entire relationship/feelings) I’d LOVE if it was post Everything You Touch (like if she survives and is healed) and his thoughts on that situation. But doesn’t have to be canon to the actual fic as I’m sure you don’t want spoil it. Listen I’d write this FOR you, but I don’t have the courage to ask you for permission to.

okay so, apologies this took awhile to get out. you sent in this request as i writing a very similar scene for the actual story and i was like welp al;sdkjf but now that i'm extremely sick i got the time to sit down and write :3 so in this non-canon little drabble, spook was never seriously injured and is in a bit better head space than canon story just because i wanted to try and keep this as soft and fluffy as possible for you <3 also because y'all deserve some fluff after all the hurt. (also i am like SICK sick and i did my best to edit but apologies if this is a jumbled mess)

wc: 1k

Warm water enveloped his body as best as it could in the small tub Simon found himself shoved into. Legs bent and knees several inches above water, he was honestly a bit cold, especially with the icy surface of the tile against his back. But he would face the freezing cold and more if it meant he got to hold you like that forever. With you nestled between his legs, your back pressed right up against his chest as you leaned your weight into him, trusting him enough to not let you slide down into the water. Not that you really had much room to do so, anyway, with how you had to keep your own legs bent to accommodate all the room he took up.

How long had it been since he was last able to hold you like that? A time that wasn’t in some taunting dream that haunted him over the countless sleepless nights he had suffered over the last month? When was the last time he could let his fingertips wander over your body, feeling the goosebumps as they stood up along your skin in his wake? He had spent so much time trying to remember the sound your heart made when it thudded in your chest that he almost didn’t think about how he might not ever get to hear it again.

Simon leaned forward some, arms wrapping around your center as he pulled you closer to him. It was like he wouldn’t be satisfied until you were nestled in the strict confines of his ribcage, and even then he wasn’t too sure. Melting into him, your hands reached up to rest on his arms, almost as if giving him permission to devour you. But he would never do such a thing, and instead, he pressed his lips gently against the back of your head before allowing himself to settle down once more.

“You’re so comfy,” you spoke up, quiet voice echoing off of the smooth bathroom walls.

“Not gonna fall asleep on me are ya, sweetheart?” he teased softly.

“I might.”

And that would be fine, he thought. He hadn’t been blind to the difficulties you had sleeping those nights. You were lucky if you were able to fall asleep before two in the morning, and even luckier if you didn’t wake up a few hours later in a cold sweat. Sometimes he was afraid to touch you in those moments, fearing he’d wake you; break you. But then? With the water washing away the stench and the filth of everything the two of you had endured, it was like being reborn. There was something to be said about being made anew while holding you in his arms. Maybe in time he’d find the words.

“Sure you don’t want to wash up first?” he prompted, though he didn’t dare move an inch.

“Yeah,” you said softly, eyes long since closed.

“The water’ll get cold.”

“You’ll keep me warm.”

He would. He’d set himself on fire if it kept your fingers from going stiff. And though flames were nice, nothing was quite as warm as flesh blood, and he’d pour every drop out of himself if you asked him to. How maddening it was, knowing he’d destroy himself for you.

Simon continued to hold you as he listened to your breaths slow and body go limp. If you weren’t already asleep, you were damn close to it. It was as his skin started to prune that he realized he wanted to grow old with you; if a man like him would ever have the opportunity to, anyway. There was something that was healing about your presence, something he couldn’t place for the longest time. Eventually he realized it was purpose.

You gave him a purpose that wasn’t bloody. One that didn’t involve guns or knives and skinning humans as if they were livestock. All you required of him was the softest touch he could muster, and the press of his lips against your skin. You were the first thing in his life that didn’t demand his violence, and yet also the first thing he’d glady turn into a monster for if it meant keeping you safe.

Suddenly, your body jerked, and the bathwater splashed around with your movement. His arms tightened around you as you let out a sharp sigh before quickly relaxing again.

“I fell,” you said simply.

“Fell?” he repeated.

“Yeah, like… you know when you’re falling asleep, and it feels like you’re falling through the bed?” you asked, to which he hummed in response. “I fell.”

“Good thing I was here to catch you.”

He could feel you roll your eyes in response to him, but even if he couldn’t see your face he knew you smiled. Before you could say anything snarky in response, he leaned down and kissed your shoulder.

“C’mon,” he urged, “starting to prune.”

Before you knew it, he had dried you off and gotten you dressed in the most comfortable pajamas he could find before wrapping you in as many blankets as your body could handle. It didn’t take you long to fall back asleep, face relaxed as your shoulders moved with your soft breathing.

He couldn’t help but stand at the foot of the bed and watch you for a moment. His eyes traced the features of your face, how your eyelids intermittently fluttered, how your lips slightly parted. You were all his. His to cherish, love, protect. Every time he looked at you there was this feeling that blossomed in his stomach, a question that bubbled in the back of his throat, something that he wasn’t sure he should entertain quite yet.

For the time being, he settled for sliding into bed next to you. His warmth enveloped you better than any blanket could, and the security of his body was more comforting than anything else you could ever imagine. As the two of you laid there, minds slowly beginning to wander into a fuzzy world, Simon promised himself he wasn’t ever going to let go of you again.

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #soft spot

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mcdonaldsnumberone · 1 year

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BOOMBOOM!

bllk boys as otome love interests

gender neutral reader

content warning(s): some of them may be sentient

ISAGI YOICHI!

the best friend and lead character!

Everyone loves and treasures this kind of love interest. Isagi is the hardworking, earnest kind of male lead, and no matter what kind of obstacle the game tosses at you, he’s the love interest that always comes out on top to save the day! Some people might call him boring or are quick to dismiss him as the bland protagonist, but in reality, there’s more to Isagi than the smiley, good boy attitude he puts on. As the lead protagonist and the poster boy, Isagi’s an awfully greedy love interest. If you aren’t prepared to give him your entire heart, then you might get horrendously caught off guard by his egotistical and almost sadistic way of demanding love. After all, this is his game, isn’t it?

“I love you,” Isagi whispers gently. The scene’s perfect: a lovely setting sun that dyes the edges of his world with the most breathtaking swirls of pink and orange, a gentle breeze that ruffles his hair, and the comforting weight of you leaning against his shoulder. He could die right now, and Isagi swears that he’d still be the happiest man in the world. He feels like he’s been through thick and thin with you.

And he always would be there for you. That’s what someone like him was for, right? He cranes his head, and he glances down at you. The smile on his face is infectious, and you find yourself grinning up at him too. Deep down, you should know that Isagi’s just a video game character, yet as the cutscenes unfold and Isagi continues to proclaim his love for you, you can’t help but feel like he’s more of a real blood-and-flesh person rather than a compilation of blurred pixels on your screen.

He presses a shy kiss to the crown of your head, and he cups your face. Isagi’s hands are careful yet soft, and you want to bury your face into his touch. How could he be so loving yet so unpredictable at the same time? Was this truly the same man who vowed to raise hell the moment anyone else threatened his claim on you? Not that it mattered. You’d never have eyes for anyone else.

“Tell me you love me too,” Isagi urges. He nudges you playfully, and you curiously glance up to meet his big blue eyes.

> “I love you too, Yoichi.”

> “Let’s be together forever.”

ITOSHI RIN!

bad boy rival!

It’s only inevitable that you get off on the wrong foot with a love interest like Rin. He’s gruff and rough around the edges, and he has no time for anyone that fails to live up to his standards. But behind those hardened walls is a wounded boy who wants love more than anybody else around him. He might brush off your open hand more than once, but if you’re insistent enough, he’ll become the most loyal lover of them all! Only those that can brave the sting of his bites are rewarded the sweetness of his exclusive kisses. Besides, his beautiful black hair, alluring eyelashes, and piercing teal eyes are all physical features to make even the most jaded of people to instantly fall in love with him. Maybe you’ll be the one to melt his icy heart?

Rin pouts, and you know immediately that he’s avoiding your gaze. “...Quit looking at me with those eyes.”

“What eyes?” You innocently ask. You know perfectly well what you’re doing to him. You hang off of his arm, pursing your lips and looking up at him with the best puppy eyes your avatar character can muster up. “C’mon, Rinnie… Do you not like being with me? Is that it?”

The boy grits his teeth, and the light flushes of pink dusting his cheeks signal to you that you’re getting closer and closer to your goal. “T-That’s not it…! Ugh, stop clinging to me so much. It’s gross. You’ll make me throw up.”

“Ehhhh? Is it so wrong for me to want love from my boyfriend? Hmph! If you act like that, I’ll just go and find someone else instead!” You pretend to huff, holding your ground. He grits his teeth. You’re enjoying this far too much, and Rin lets out the biggest sigh, defeatedly shaking his head and exhaling deeply.

“...Fine. I’ll take you out to the new cafe that opened around the block. And fine, fine, I’ll pay for it. Happy now?” Only then does he look at you. Despite his harsh glare, the corners of his lips twitch subtly, and you’re more than aware that Rin only puts up the tough guy act to keep up his jaded reputation around his social circles.

You clap your hands delighted. “Yes! You’re the best, Rinnie!”

The otome game character huffs, and he holds his head high. “You owe me though.”

> “How about a big ol’ kiss?”

> “Ehhh? So mean! I’ll tell on you to Sae!”

NIKO IKKI!

shy, shy, shy!

Quiet, introverted, and observant, Niko really isn’t the kind of otome love interest that might grab your attention by force or wedge his way into your route. His appeal comes in his constant presence and his intrigue. Everybody knows about the loudspoken guys or the troublemakers, but only a select few have the courage or the knowledge to befriend a loner love interest like Niko. Don’t get him wrong—it’s not that he’s a loser or anything. Niko has his own voracious streak that he keeps beautifully under wraps. He’ll draw you in with his concealed charm bit-by-bit, fully luring you away from the pomp and circumstance of your stereotypical otome routes. You’ll always come running back to him once you’re hooked. That much he’s sure of.

“You know, I never thought a guy as reserved as you could be so lively,” you admit sheepishly. You can never pinpoint how Niko’s feeling exactly, but you’re sure that if you could push past his long bangs and look into his pretty eyes, he would probably blush and look away. The loud electric noises of the arcade echo in your ears, and Niko bites the inside of his cheek in concentration as he guides the claw machine to bend to his will.

He cheers softly to himself, and he ducks down. You glance over at him, and before you know it, you’re greeted with a fluffy bunny plushie in your face.

“...it’s for you,” Niko mutters. He’s looking away from you, clearly feeling a little shy. “I only get to come out to things like this because you invite me. Otherwise I’d probably be at home. You’re the only person who asks to do things like this with me.”

You take the plushie from him, and you give it a big squeeze. “Awwww, Niko! You’re too sweet. I like hanging out with you, you know? You gotta give yourself more credit. I think you’re fun to be with.”

“You think I’m fun to be with?” He hesitates. He wants to say “enough to hang out with me alone?” but he stops himself. The last thing he wants to do is scare you away. But he likes it. The unspoken tension, the quaint intimacy of being able to have your company all alone, away from the other noisy and annoying people.

He smiles warmly, and he turns towards you. “It’s almost like a date since it’s just the two of us here.”

> “Do you want to make it a proper one then?”

> “That’s so cute! We should do this more often!”

MIKAGE REO!

rich boy ceo millionaire!

From the start, this world was meant to be a stepping stone for Reo. Everyone fawns over a love interest like him. He’s skilled, handsome, and even if it weren’t for his actual skills, anyone would be blinded by the sheer amount of wealth he has. And like any good otome game worth its salt, his interest is on you, the player! He’s a princely gentleman on the quest to find a treasure unlike anything else in his glamorous life, and what better solution to his search than someone like you? He’s interested in how you seem to be so distanced from the rest of this fictional world. It’s like you’re from a different universe, and if he manages to put you in the palm of his hand and take over you completely, he’d have something unique that no one else in this world could ever own…

Reo’s fingers are gentle and warm, and they tickle when he brushes his fingertips against the curve of your cheek. You want to lean into his touch, but he’s fickle. He keeps you chasing after his advances, and the two of you have mastered this odd game of chase: show just enough to keep the other interested, but not too much.

His penthouse screams luxury. You know trying to calculate how much everything in it would cost would give you an eternal headache, but you’re more preoccupied on the thick chemistry that hangs in the air between you two. None of the housekeepers nor his parents are in sight, and it’s just the two of you stuck alone in his room.

“You’re such a strange person…,” he trails off. His fingertips trace over your nose, the apple of your cheeks, and the swell of your lips. You want to kiss his fingers, press his dainty hands against your lips, but you press your mouth into a thin line. You provoke him silently, dare him to approach you closer so that you can ensnare him in your charm.

What a dangerous game, you muse to yourself, both in the moment and in the bigger picture.

“The more time I spend with you, the more confused I get,” the purple-haired boy laughs. His voice rings around the spacious suite, and he cups your face with his palms. The touch is electric and paralyzing, and you don’t dare breathe as he brings your face close to his. “What have you done to me?”

“I don’t know,” you coyishly respond. You blink at him flirtatiously, leaving the boy breathless.

He sighs, and he shakes his head slightly. “Then you don’t mind if I get bolder, would you? What would you say if I said I wanted to steal you away from the rest of the world?”

> “Do it. I don’t mind. Make me yours.”

> “Oh? Shouldn’t I be the one monopolizing you instead?”

OTOYA EITA!

good-for-nothing flirt!

Otoya is the guy everyone warns you about. In every gameplay video’s advice, in every walkthrough’s comments, even in the fanfiction that randomly pops up on your screen… Falling for Otoya is bad news. He plays with feelings even more casually than he plays soccer, and wherever he goes, he leaves a trail of shattered lovers in his wake. But the heart wants what it wants, and it’s hard to stay away from him once you’re entranced by his cool charm and his unexpected flirting. The only way to tame a playboy’s heart is to give it a taste of his own medicine or to find a way to make him acknowledge you as a final boss of sorts. You’re determined not to end up as another one of his scorned talking stages, and when you double down on the fact that you’re not letting him slip through your hands, Otoya’s route becomes so much more interesting.

You dig your heel into the ground, and you tighten your grip on the flirtatious boy’s arm. “Not so fast, Mr. Ninja! I’m not letting you disappear on me like that! You promised me a date after I bailed you out last week, and I’m not going to let you off the hook!”

Otoya gritted his teeth, trying to shake you off of him, but you determinedly clung onto him as if you were attached to his elbow with superglue. “Fine, fine! I get it! I’ll take you out properly! Will you please let me go?”

“Absolutely not!” You grunt, and you puff your cheeks out. “The moment I let you go, I know you’re going to run off after the next pretty girl you see! I know all of your dirty little tricks!”

Otoya groans and rolls his eyes, but he still throws his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright. You got me. I’ll take you out. And here I was, hoping you’d fall for it and let me go. Where do you want me to take you? The park? The zoo?”

You shake your head. “I don’t want to go somewhere where you take all of your flings! Take me seriously, Otoya! Take me somewhere you haven’t taken anybody else before! Somewhere new! Somewhere totally romantic!”

He scrunches his face up, and he observes you with a pointed eye. “Somewhere romantic? Aren’t you getting a little too ahead of yourself?”

“Nope. I’m not letting someone as sleazy as you get off the hook that easily. C’mon, you should be able to think of something! Don’t tell me….” Your face falls in disgust. “Have you taken out so many people on dates that you don’t have anywhere unique to go?!”

Oh, you really should have picked a different love interest in this game. There were childhood sweethearts, charming rebels, even a millionaire… And you just had to go pick the scumbag.

“What are your ideas then? Shoot ‘em at me,” he grumbles. You think to yourself, humming excitedly to yourself. If Otoya was going to be persistent on shaking you off, you were going to be even more persistent on capturing his heart.

> “How about your room? No one’s been there before, right?”

> “Take me to a wedding chapel! We’ll pretend to get hitched!”

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi #itoshi rin #niko ikki #mikage reo #otoya eita #x reader #my writing

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firstkanaphans · 4 months

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are you reading someone’s translation for the eclipse? because i know the scene where akk comes untouched but remember it differently (mainly that akk didn’t pin aye to a wall in the version i read). it’s the i hate you scene ?

I'm actually translating it myself, so I'm sure it's littered with inaccuracies lol. In cases where I can't figure out the original Thai, I write by vibes alone 😂 But yes, it's the "I hate you" scene! And "pinned" might be a strong word, but he definitely pushes Aye back against the wall. Actually, you know what? I'm just going to go ahead and give you my version of that scene because it's almost the new year and we deserve nice things! [Insert disclaimer here about how this is a translation of Prapt's "The Eclipse" novel and not my original work. If you feel so inclined, you can purchase the Thai version of the novel here.]

Ayan’s smile widened as he reached up to ruffle Akk’s hair.

“Hey!” Akk cried, dodging out of the way. He tried to act annoyed, but the truth was, he simply feared he might enjoy his touch too much.

Ayan laughed and it wasn’t the scornful, condescending laugh Akk was used to. It was the kind of laugh that made flowers bloom in Spring.

Akk cursed his own thoughts. Why did Ayan have to be so goddamn cute?

Since Ayan had been forbidden from touching Akk’s hair, he brought his hand down to rest on Akk’s shoulder instead, but his fingers refused to be still. They were tracing imaginary patterns on his skin.

Staring at his hand, Akk felt his face flush, and, within seconds, his whole body was hot. Arousal coursed through him. He quickly grabbed Ayan’s hand and removed it from his body.

Aye seemed unbothered. He put his hand back, allowing his fingers to continue their dance on Akk’s skin while staring him straight in the eyes.

It felt like a fire had been lit inside of Akk. Desire washed over him so strong he wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself. He pressed his hand against Ayan’s chest and pushed him backwards until he hit the wall behind him, then he folded his larger body around the boy's smaller one, so close they were pressed skin to skin. Ayan’s fingertips paused their assault on Akk’s shoulder. It was almost as if he knew that even the sight of that would have been enough to kill him.

Akk’s breathing was labored, his body was shaking, and every attempt he made to control his heartbeat failed. He wanted to cry out in frustration.

“S-stop,” he said desperately.

“Stop what?” Ayan whispered, raising a single curious eyebrow.

“Stop this!” Akk choked out. He had meant for his voice to sound authoritative and intimidating, but instead he simply sounded like he was about to cry. “Stop teasing me!”

“Does that mean it’s working?”

“N-No!”

“Are you sure?” Without saying a word, he pulled out his free hand and placed it on Akk’s chest. Despite the thick suit jacket and polo he was wearing, Akk knew that Ayan would still be able to feel his racing heart. “Seems like it worked to me.”

His voice was deep with emotion, his eyes were shining, and the hand on Akk’s chest slowly began to move downward. Akk’s whole body erupted in goosebumps.

“Don’t,” he pleaded, pushing Ayan away, but Ayan returned and this time, Akk didn’t have the strength to fight him off. His legs were weak and he found himself drawn towards Ayan as if he were a magnet.

One of Ayan’s hands brushed along the nape of Akk’s neck before twining into his hair and although he didn’t apply any pressure, Akk found himself leaning forward. Ayan’s other hand was running slowly down Akk’s back, giving him plenty of time to stop him, but Akk didn’t. He no longer wanted to. Soon, Ayan’s entire palm was cupping his ass and Akk was breathing so hard it hurt.

Aye used his newfound grip on Akk to pull him closer and Akk felt like he was about to die—like he was about to melt into the ground and simply cease to exist. Seeking some sort of anchor, Akk reached out his own hand and used it to stabilize himself against the wall. He brought his chin down to rest on Ayan’s thin shoulder and pressed his hardness into Ayan’s body.

Almost immediately, a violent spasm overtook him and he felt a warm, wet heat start to pool in his underwear. He scrambled away from the wall—away from Ayan—and looked down to investigate, still shaking all over, but luckily, there was no evidence of what had happened on the outside of his pants.

Ayan took advantage of the moment to lift his head and press his lips softly against Akk’s, dragging his tongue roughly along the side of his mouth. Akk was so shocked that he immediately pulled away. It was only then that he realized his face was covered in both sweat and tears that Ayan had been trying to lick away.

Akk shook his head and looked around frantically, afraid that someone might have seen them, but luckily, the recess they were in was secluded enough that hardly anyone ever walked by. They were still alone.

At that moment, Akk felt so disgusted with himself that he couldn’t even see. He turned away, but before he could take a single step, Aye said, “I’m so attracted to you, Akk. You have no idea.”

Akk was stunned and although he knew he should just keep walking, he couldn’t help but turn around and look Ayan in the eyes. In contrast to his usual overly cheerful demeanor, he wasn’t smiling. In fact, his face was so serious that he looked tense. His pale skin was flushed red and the rhythm of his breathing was heavy. Sweat covered his body, causing his skin to look oily.

“I hate you,” Akk said through gritted teeth. He didn’t have the strength to say anything more.

#happy new year?#asks #the eclipse novel #my translations

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bb-eilish · 1 year

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Say please

pairing; vampire! taehyun x f!reader x vampire!kai/ office!au

warnings; Biting, blood, cunnilingus, implied sex, threesome, boss! taehyun, dom!taehyun, dom!kai, sub!reader, vampires duh, nipple play, dirty talk, degradation, pining, virgin reader, corruption kink.

A/N: this was requested so long ago on wattpad i’m sorry this took me 40 years to write!!

A constant mantra of ‘fuck’ rang through your head as your heels made running up these stairs a lot more difficult than needed be. You’re late to your first day of your new job, and it’s causing fear to prickle your skin.

Of course, the elevator had to be out, why wouldn’t it? The gross feeling of sweat stuck to the back of your neck as you round another staircase, if it wasn’t for the adrenaline, you’re sure you would simply fall apart. Swinging out your phone hazardously, you check the floor level and realize it’s just the next one, so far you’re only late by 3 minutes.

Shoulders visibly lower in relief as you push the door open and take a deep breath.

“Hello, uh, today is my first day. Could you direct me to Mr. Kang’s office?” You huff out, dabbing your forehead with your sleeve. The woman only smiles at you as she gives you the directions, thank god she didn’t mention anything about the obvious rush you’re in.

His office door is huge as you push it open. Who you presume to be Mr. Kang is leaning against his desk, chatting with another man dressed in a fancy suit. They both whip their heads towards you and it makes heat flood to your face, “Oh! I apologize Mr. Kang, I should’ve knocked. I’ll wait outside!” The man only narrows his eyes at you as he responds, “Nonsense, wait there”. His voice is demanding and crisp and it has your eyes widening a fraction. He starts his conversation again so you take the opportunity to glance around. His office is classily cluttered, dark oak bookshelves line the back wall behind his desk, a small seating area is to your left and a nice window view is to your right.

“You must be Ms. Y/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Kai.” The one Mr. Kang was talking to, greets, he even pairs it with a handshake that smoothly turns into a kiss on your knuckles. The feeling of his lips on your skin has your spine straightening out and a shiver snaking up it.

He offers a pretty smile before he leaves through the door behind you. You could practically feel the happiness leave, a sort of bone-deep cold is left in its wake. Your boss’ eyes don’t leave yours as he rounds his desk to take a seat at his chair.

“You’re late.”

“I’m so sorry, there was traffic, and then your elevator was out of order. It won’t happen again.”

He opens his mouth and it sets your heart off once more, your hands fist behind your back in worry as the feeling of your heart beating faster slightly distracts you.

Unpredictably, Mr. Kang shuts his mouth along with his eyes for a second, he breathes heavily through his nose before he gazes at you again. “I expect professionalism, Ms. L/n, don’t make me regret this.” He ends it with a shoo of his hand and you’re gone.

You almost melt against the door when you shut it behind you, blood pumping loudly behind your ears.

The click of your keyboard starts to eat away at your sanity as you open excel for the millionth time just this morning. Your finger seeks out the A key when your boss’ door is flung open, a woman stomps out of it with a box—filled with a multitude of items—in her arms. Trying not to ogle the scene is difficult, but you mask your struggle by typing faster.

The secretary, Ms. Park, runs as fast as her heels will carry her into the office, and if you strain your ears hard enough you can faintly hear their bickering. The entire office is dead silent aside from the sudden, loud clicking of keyboards. Everyone is eagerly waiting in their office chairs for any ounce of knowledge of what’s going on. Your fake-real typing has led you to finishing the file sheet Mr. Kang had requested this morning, your eyes widen in horror, so you wait. And you wait. And you wait a little longer, till almost everyone is gone, and Ms. Park still hasn’t left.

Sucking in a defeated breath, you close your eyes and push back your wheelie chair, standing to your feet. The printer, sadly, works fast and in no time you have your files ready.

“Here goes nothing.” you think to yourself.

The air is tense, even outside of his office, and it sends a chill down your spine. The handle of his door is an inch away from your hand before a, “Aw, Ms. Y/n. Nice to see you again.”

You jump out of your skin at the sudden conversation the man, who was talking with Mr. Kang earlier, started. What was his name?

“Huening, but you can call me Kai, here were you about to give Taehyun those?” He gestures at the stack of papers in your hand. You clear your throat at the way he basically read your mind but decide to pay no mind to it, “Yes, I’m a little worried to go in…it seems he fired his assistant earlier and..” You trail off, looking back and forth between Kai and the door.

“Aw yes. Here, hand them over, I’ll give them to him for you.” A hand extends to yours and you could practically feel the relief melting off of your shoulders. The way he looks at you has heat settling over your skin though, the gaze he sends you is soft, yet it feels as though he’s staring straight through your anatomy.

“Thank you so much…Kai..” The casual name is foreign in this situation and feels wrong leaving your lips, but before you could correct yourself, he’s nodding at you and swinging open the door. Well, at least it was taken care of, a hand reaches up to feel your, now, warm face as you seek your desk.

Going home feels like a blessing.

You’ve always loved Friday, especially with this job. You surprisingly had weekends off and you couldn’t be more excited about it.

The day, thankfully, has been slow. A rumor that Mr. Kang is looking for a new assistant spread rather quickly throughout the floor and it showed in..interesting ways. Some of the women on your floor suddenly had shorter skirts and less buttoned buttons, while the men leaked testosterone and sat on individual high horses all day. You rolled your eyes at their petty attempts.

Your heels click and clack as you make your way back to your computer from the water fountain, you can’t wait to go home and lounge finally, especially since it’s 4:30 at the moment and you have an hour left. Excitement courses through you as you sit again.

Ding!

You freeze. An email notification popping up on your computer stares at you. The email itself doesn’t scare you, the fact that it’s from your boss does.

“Dear Ms. (L/n),

Please meet me in my office at 6:00pm sharp, don’t be late.

Sincerely,

Kang Taehyun.”

Blood drains from your face as your reread the email for the umpteenth time. You have got to be kidding! You only had 30 minutes left, now you have to wait till 6. You honestly want to be upset, but worry clouds your mind instead. Is he upset? Did he find out the vending machine malfunctioned and gave you two bags of pretzels instead of just one?

The questions are never ending as you watch everyone else pack up and go home, you wish more than anything to be them.

Your eyes are drooping by the time your alarm goes off, you had to make sure you wouldn’t be late so you made an alarm for 5:55. The office is eerily quiet as you cover the yawn you inevitably let out. A quick shake of your head has a small bit of sense work it’s way back into your brain as you stand up. You pat down your outfit and step around your desk.

You wearily end up at his door and hesitate a second before knocking.

“Come in.”

A deep breathe helps soothe your nerves as you push open the door and cautiously shut it behind you. Your boss leans back and clasps his hands. You have to admit, you were gifted with an absolutely smoking boss. It’s no secret he’s undeniably attractive and it makes talking to him that much harder.

“You wanted to see me?” Your voice is soft as you shrink into yourself from his predatory gaze.

“As you probably know, Ms. (L/n). I am in need of a new assistant. I read your work yesterday and I must say, it was excellent. I want you to be my assistant.” Your eyes widen as he continues, “But, I must know we work well together first.” He pauses to scribble something down on a piece of paper, “Sir, thank you so much. I’d love to be your assista-“

“Be at this address by 7pm tomorrow.” He cuts you off, his face is unimpressed—per usual. Your heart suddenly sinks to your feet at his demand, his house? Dinner? You will admit you’ve never been in this situation before, but there’s no way you can turn it down.

“Oh—of course, I’ll be there.” You nervously smile before he dismisses you.

The large door shuts behind you and a deep sigh leaves your lungs. It was definitely nerve wracking to be asked such a thing, but you still have working eyeballs. Your boss is an insanely attractive man and you can’t put out the spark of curiosity that roars to life in your heart.

Getting ready was surely interesting, did he want you to look work casual? Normal casual? Dinner party ready?

Brainstorming was not helping until you started skimming through your clothes. After what felt like hours of flipping through the fabrics, you found a simple white dress. It wasn’t too extravagant and it wasn’t too casual. The only thing that worried you was the neckline, it sank a little too low for your liking, but time was running out and you weren’t even showered yet.

“Fuck it, I’ll be fine.”

By the time you were showered and put together it was 6:37, pangs of panic and fear struck through you until you were plugging the address into your gps and speeding down the street. Relief washed over your tense form as the robotic voice finally tells you your destination is ahead on the right.

Your eyes widen as your jaw drops, his house was huge? You had no idea there was such large houses only 15 minutes away from your own.

The air was cold as it nipped at your skin, you couldn’t feel it though. The anxiety in your stomach made your skin flush even in the 30 degree weather. Looking back at your car, you almost laugh at the contrast. A normal looking car parked in front of such a luxurious house was comical.

His front door seemed 30 feet taller than you as you sucked in a breath and hesitantly knocked on it. There was a big part of you that wished to simply melt into a puddle and cease to exist, the smaller part of you yearned to have the item of clothing draped over your body yanked off in a timely fashion.

Heat struck your face at the lewd thoughts, heart rate somehow picking up even faster.

“Ms. (Y/n), it’s great to see you again.” Your boss’ friend, Mr. Huening, told you as he slid open the door. He was wearing a red dress shirt with black pants, and the cherry on top were the buttons that sat near his collar that were unbuttoned. Even the smallest peak of his smooth chest piqued your interest.

A beat passes as your eyes drink in his skin before you stutter back to life.

“M-Mr. Huening, it’s nice to see you again as well. Mr. Kang didn’t tell me you’d be joining us.” You pray he didn’t notice your wandering eyes earlier but it seems you’re out of luck as a subtle smirk graces his face. His black hair falls in front of his eyes, making them even more lustful and dark looking.

Said eyes drift down your body, momentarily pausing on the low neckline you’re sporting, before drifting back upward to your nervous features.

“Yes, I came over last minute. I hope that’s not a problem.” His smirk widens as he steps to the side to let you in.

Inside the house was even more grand than the outside, the floor is black marble while the walls are a light gray. He guides you past what you assume is the living room, a gigantic tv is hung on the wall to your left, white matching furniture lingers before it neatly.

Soon you enter another room, a black table takes up the middle and it’s set up nicely. Silverware, plates, and cups are settled on the wood, waiting to be used. Mr. Huening takes it upon himself to pull out the chair at the end of the table for you, and as you sit down, he pushes it back in and leans down dangerously close to ear, “I hope tonight is enjoyable…” before finding his own seat next to you.

The absence of his warm breath across your neck has need start to settle into your skin, a hot flame is brought to life in your abdomen.

“Ms. (L/n), thank you for coming. I hope you didn’t wait long.” Comes from one of the doors, Mr. Kang steps towards the empty chair opposite of his friend. Shaking your head with a small smile, you say, “Oh no, I just arrived. No worries.” Your boss is dressed similar to Mr. Huening, but with a black shirt in place of Huening’s red. It takes all of your might to not stare at him as he sits down.

He nods before somebody walks in quickly, filling all of your plates with pasta and bread and your glasses with an expensive looking wine. When they are finished Mr. Kang dismisses them with a nod of his head.

The eating portion of the night was quiet, though words were not spoken often, eyes wandered and stared. Mr. Huening couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and it only seemed to tick your boss off. He only seemed to add gasoline to the fire in your abdomen, your thighs rubbed together under the table and you wished more than anything that they didn’t notice.

“That was delicious, truly, shall we move this to the living room?” Mr. Huening asks, before either of you could even answer, he rose from his chair and walked over to you, pulling your chair out as well.

Empty wine glasses sat on the coffee table in front of the couch you were currently being squished on. The two men took it upon themselves to scoot closer and closer until you were sure your panties were drenched.

Answering their questions was easy, keeping your breath steady was proving to be difficult. Especially when they both flung an arm over the back of the couch behind your head. And especially when their questions took a turn, first they were things like “Where did you go to school?” to “Do you have any pets?” to “Are you a virgin?”

The question was asked so innocently it took you off guard, yet their faces didn’t change. It’s like they asked the most casual question.

“O-oh, yes….I am.” Your skin flushed as the neckline you were wearing suddenly felt very exposing. The slight breeze you felt through it brought a shiver down your spine. You gulped down a gasp when their cold fingers started to tickle the skin of your exposed thighs, hands gaining more confidence by the second.

Both men hummed at your answer. The air around was like lava as you breathed it in, and it didn’t help that their hands found their places on your knees and thighs.

“Oops.”

The clinking of change meeting the floor catches your attention, a quarter lays on the dark marble a few feet in front of you.

“I’m sorry, could you grab that for me, Doll?”

A light shuddered breath left your lips as you nod and bend over to grab the change. You’re not able to make eye contact with him as you pass the quarter back, the skin of his hands are still ice cold as he plucks it from your fingers.

“She smells great doesn’t she, Taehyun? Her little heart is going so fast, it’s cute really.” Mr. Huening mutters across to his friend as he lessens the distance between himself and your neck. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as your boss rolls his eyes with a sigh. “I really thought this was going to be different.”

“Uh, what-what do you mean?” It’s becoming difficult to speak as the man next to you noses your pulse point greedily, even more so when his frigid hands drift up the expanse of your thigh.

“It seems my friend over here can’t keep it in his pants, so, what do you say?”

Was this how you wanted to lose your virginity? The thought plagues you as both men close in, the heat making thinking too difficult. With a weak “o-ok.” you were shoved into your bosses chest, his sturdy stature felt addicting against your back. Before you know it, your pretty white dress is pooled around your waist and Mr. Huening is taking his time mapping out your thighs with his tongue.

“Mr. H-Huening…” you whine as he bites you, “Why so formal? You can call us by our names.” He hotly chuckles against your panties.

The initial contact of Kai’s tongue against your heated cunt was obstructed by the fabric of your panties, nonetheless you were already keening and subconsciously grinding into his awaiting mouth. “Let’s not play with our food.” Taehyun mutters towards his friend’s direction.

In same second, Kai slips your damp panties off and indulges himself, the feeling of a sharp object drifts up from the juncture of your neck. It’s like your brain splits in half trying to rationalize both feelings, so a jumbled moan and whine spills as both feelings heighten.

“T-taehyun?” You’re finally able to garble out, “What-“

His sharp teeth dig into the juncture of your neck and suddenly you forget how to speak.

“I knew she’d like the surprise, virgins are always such little whores.” Kai breathes out a laugh as he pulls away from your cunt to drag his own sharp teeth down the sensitive skin of your thigh. Your limbs tense around his head at the unfamiliar feeling, but, shockingly, his grip easily spreads them. It looks as though you weigh nothing as he goes back to rolling your clit with his tongue. His teeth seem to have shrunken as well, as you don’t feel the sharpness you were expecting.

The strong fire in your gut is amplified as Taehyun takes it upon himself to pull your neckline down under your breasts. His fingers are merciless as they pluck and twist at your sensitive nipples. Don’t even start on how much you react to how cold his fingertips are.

“T-taehyun….Kai.” Breathing is difficult as the man behind you massages your chest like no other, and the man between your legs thrusts his tongue into your clenching hole.

“Aw, are you gonna cum? How pathetic, beg first.” His tone is unwavering and gravelly as a hand drifts up to your neck, and up to your jaw. It pushes your head back against his shoulder and your left trying to understand how to speak. It doesn’t help that he drags his tongue and fangs down the column of your flushed and sweaty throat.

“P-please, I need it so bad. Nobodies ever made me cum before.” You whine into the thick air, Kai groans and somehow eats you out faster, while Taehyun takes a deep shuddered breath, “Good girl.”

White heat fills you entirely as the pressure in your gut unexpectedly bursts, during the indescribable pleasure, a stinging pain that intensifies your orgasm by a million is felt on your pulse point. Your body goes numb for a second as the pleasure hits another level of mind blowing. Taehyun’s grip on your jaw tightens as he maneuvers your head to look the opposite way, giving him more access to your neck.

Once it finally ends, you try and catch your breath to the best of your ability. “I knew you’d taste delicious. Your turn next, Kai.”

You’re finally able to look around and comprehend what’s happening when Taehyun gets up and switches places with his friend. The sides of his mouth are painted red as he licks at his stained lips. Complaints and questions die on your tongue as he unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his dress pants, and palms himself all infront of you.

It’s a delicious sight when he grips your thighs and presses them against your chest as Kai messily makes out with the untouched side of your neck, you can feel the hickies blooming onto your skin as he marks you.

“Can you do something for me, whore? Or are you too dumb to understand?” Taehyun spits, eyes narrowing at your fucked out expression. “Say please.”

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shedoessoshedoes · 6 months

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So Close

Inspired entirely by the movie Enchanted and the 2015 adaptation of Cinderella, I give you *drumroll please* PINING ELRIEL DANCING (yayyyyyyy) hope you all enjoy, and let me know if you do 😘

wc: 1165

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“Thank you all for your presence here tonight,” Helion announces to the crowd. “It is my privilege to share the joy of my newfound family with you.” He glances over to Lucien and the former Lady of Autumn, now High Lady of Day. “Love truly comes from the strangest of places. In honor of our story, Andromeda and I invite you to dance this final waltz with a partner you did not come with tonight. Those we are bound to are not always those we are meant to be with. Seek out a different kind of love, whether that be a romance or a friendship, as we partake in the dance of the sun.”

Elain doesn’t know what to do with herself. She had come tonight with Lucien, as a favor to Rhys and Feyre (“Please, Elain,” Feyre had begged. “Just to show everyone that you’re trying.”) (Nevermind that Elain did not want to try with Lucien. Nevermind that perhaps Elain loved someone else.), and had spent most of the night on his arm. Helion’s speech had described her story a little too perfectly. She, too, was seen as belonging to a male she did not love. She, too, had found love outside of that binding. She, too, could not act on how she felt. She, too, had spent too much time wondering if perhaps the male she wanted to be hers felt the same way. But nevermind all of that, too. It wasn’t like she was in any position to ask Azriel to dance.

She watches as Rhys bows to Nesta, still in the process of paying his penance for all the years of judgment and hate. Cassian sweeps Feyre off her feet in a twirl, and she tosses her head back and laughs. It’s a typical scene: no one would think to wonder whether silly old Elain would have anyone to dance with. She melts slowly back against the wall, but then–there he is.

Looking every inch the dark, tortured soul he is, Azriel simply inclines his head to her. Elain’s breath catches in her throat. He is so beautiful. She loves him so much. They haven’t spoken since the Solstice. “A dance, Lady Elain?”

Elain can do nothing but nod silently and slip her hand into his as he leads her to the center of the room. Sparks shoot up her arm from where their bodies touch. They settle into position, and the dance begins.

—-

She looks stunning. In a cobalt blue gown, she might as well just declared herself as his, even if she stepped into the room on the arm of Lucien Vanserra. Azriel cannot breathe if he looks at her for too long. But the combination of the dress, and Helion’s speech, and six months of agony have Azriel losing control of himself. Besides, he couldn’t leave her standing alone during the last dance of the ball, could he? He can explain it away to Rhys, can claim that he asked her to dance with the intentions of a brother. Though his thoughts about her are anything but fraternal.

This dance is simple. They both know it by heart. Azriel slides one hand around her waist, pulling her as close as the skirts of her dress will allow (which is not nearly close enough), and suddenly all the world is gone.

They sway back and forth, and then Elain’s wrist comes to rest against his, and fuck, but that one simple touch has him nearly undone. “Elain,” he breathes out, and she takes an unsteady breath. Perhaps, five hundred years of life have required Azriel’s more romantic dreams to die. Perhaps he said goodbye to them far too quickly, because every dream that he ever could have had is here, in front of him, wrapped up in the package that is Elain Archeron.

“They’re all looking at you,” she whispers. “You never dance.” This is true, mostly. The last time he danced was with Nesta in the Hewn City, and while that had been enjoyable, it hadn’t exactly been a choice. And it’s not like the Day Court citizens frequent Velaris’s Starfall celebrations where they could have seen him dance with his family.

“Believe me,” he murmurs back, just loud enough for her to hear. “They’re all looking at you.”

They twirl out for their first promenade, Elain’s hands resting on his arm, and he spins her around before pulling her back into a proper waltzing position–the closest they’ve been so far tonight. The closest they’ve been since Rhys’s godsdamn order. Elain’s heartbeat stutters, and Azriel wants to put his mouth on her pulse. Her entire neck and shoulders are visible in her gown, and it is entirely too distracting.

He twirls her out and around him, and she laughs, and he would crawl over glass to hear that sound again. When he pulls her back in, her back is to his front, his hand covering hers on her hip. She leans back into him just slightly, and its his breath catching this time. When she spins around to face him, he can almost believe that this isn’t pretend. Can almost believe that this stunning female is actually his. The circle they’re clearing for their dance is larger now, other couples stopping to watch them. Az catches sight of Nesta with a small knowing smile on her face.

This time, when he twirls her, he decides to show off, wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her up off the ground. Elain’s smile is so bright it could replace the Day Court sun, and Azriel can see Rhys and Lucien glaring at him from two sides of the ballroom. He doesn’t care. He does it again, lifts her higher, and when Elain comes back down, her lips are far too close to his. He dips her to finish the dance, and the room erupts into applause. Elain looks around, startled, and blushes. Azriel pulls her back upright and whispers quickly into her ear. “I’ve never been so sorry for anything in my life. Let me explain it to you? Later tonight?” Then he’s pulling back before he can second-guess this massive risk he’s taking, and Elain gives him a tiny nod as Lucien returns to his mate’s side.

“Lovely dancing Elain, Shadowsinger,” he says, and Azriel can feel a fight brewing in his bones. So he does nothing but incline his head to Lucien, bow to Elain, and step away. He’s sure he’ll have a shitstorm coming his way from Rhys, but right now, he can’t find it in himself to care. He sends a shadow over to Elain and watches it whisper into her ear. Her eyes tell him she understands.

Later that night, he’s waiting, standing by the window of his room, wings folded in tight, a glass of whisky in his hand. The sound comes right when he thought that it would. Footsteps, and then a single knock. Elain. He takes a breath, whispers a prayer to the Mother. And goes to open the door.

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ageofevermore · 1 year

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START OF SPRING

SUMMARY — the only way you’d want to spend the start of spring is with your girlfriend, but all she wants is a few more minutes to sleep

AUTHORS NOTE — maybe this is because i love spring, maybe this is because i needed to prove to @family-house-of-m that i am capable of not killing anyone when i write. this is just some soft ass girlfriend kate so !!

The bedroom was painted in rays of golden sunshine, bringing warmth upon the rustled white bed covers and oaky hardwood floors. The curtains pulled taut together did little to prevent the break of Spring from kissing the room and your lovers face. Kate remained belly down in the bed, eyebrows scrunched unconsciously from the kiss of sunshine breaking upon her. Her right leg is bent at a ninety degree angle, her arms above her head holding tightly to your pillow. She’s taken over your space in the bed, and you expected nothing different. A fond smile wrinkles your nose and scrunches your eyes, endearingly watching Kate attempt to sleep the first day of Springtime away.

Without second thought, you leap on top of your girlfriend, landing fully on her back and digging your face into the crease of her neck, peppering the sensitive skin with kisses softer than fairy wings. The traces of your night lay across her skin in soft purple patches, and pride swells in your chest just knowing she’s yours.

Kate moans beneath you, wiggling and attempting to bat your face away from her neck, your hands away from her waist. You shriek in happiness, the sound bouncing off the walls and spinning around Kate’s head. Her lips twitch into a smile hearing you, and in seconds, you’re the one pinned beneath her, your hands held above your head in her hands that are calloused from the hours of archery practice and spy tricks. She flipped you so quick it left you breathless, your eyes wide as flying saucers and brighter than a thousand supernovas combined.

“Kate!” You giggle manically, hardly struggling in her embrace as she lowers her nose to rest against yours and teasing jostles your hips with her legs that straddle you.

“Good morning.” She mumbles against your skin, her eyes fluttered shut so close to your cheeks that the kisses of her lashes tickle you sweetly. “Happy first day of Spring.”

You gasp, finally breaking your hands free of her gentle grip and instead cupping her rose tinted cheeks. “You remembered!”

“You marked it on the calendar!” She bites back in pure amusement, her laugh that you love with your entire heart being able to melt down all the walls and space around you, and create a scene that’s just the two of you. “I got you a surprise.”

You force her face away from yours so you can stare into her eyes, hopefully memorizing every gold and yellow speck in her iris’. You pull her closer all over again, your lips flush against hers and tasting the remnants of your chapstick that she stole from your bedside table. “Kate Bishop. You’re perfect.”

“Does that mean I get another hour of sleep before you drag me to that flower patch?” She asked, trying to fight the cheeky smile that threatened to pull at her lips knowing she’d spoiled your surprise plans for the day.

“Did you look over my shoulder!”

“That depends… is sleep still on the table?”

You scoff, batting her shoulder softly. “In your dreams, player.”

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ghosts-bandwagon · 1 year

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Songs from my playlists that represent how the 141 loves you (+bonus König)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

“Wasteland” by Woodkid

Most of what I used to be had vanished in the waves/The memories of the boy I’ve been were drowning and you saved them/Now I remember the joy and the meaning of the fate/The color of the truth and the sound of sunny days

You have reminded him what it’s like be human again. When you look at him, he is Simon. He’s your Simon. He’s the man whose cheeks you’ve held countless times, kissing the corners of his eyes, tasting the paint on your lips but you couldn’t care less. Your small hands reach out time and time again and pull him back from the edge. And he’ll always take your hand, he might fight you at first, insistent that he’s too dangerous and that you’ll get hurt if you stay. But you always fight back. You’ll always fight your way back to him. You make him feel wanted, safe, human.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

“Everlong” by The Foo Fighters

Breathe out/So I can breathe you in/Hold you in/And now/I know you've always been/Out of your head/Out of my head, I sang

He’s such a hopeless romantic. You became his entire world, the light in his eyes, and when you two first met it was like coming up for air after being submerged for so long. And he never wants to let you go, he feels like it’s always been you. You’re the mile marker along the highway of his life, there is a ‘before’ and then there is only a ‘with you’. Nothing is as good when he’s on his own, but with you? The sun’s out, the birds are singing their stupid songs, the flowers are in full bloom, and he can breathe again.

John Price:

“Thank You” by Dido

Push the door I’m home at last/I’m soaking through and through/Then you handed me a towel/And all I see is you/And even if my house falls down now/I wouldn’t have a clue/Because you’re near me

You’re his motivation. You’re what gets him through his long days. Knowing that there’s a home with you waiting for him is what pushes him. He has a picture of you in his wallet that he always looks at, and he’s so fucking tired but he keeps going for you. To see you, to hold you, to kiss you, to cherish you. And when he finally comes home, his bones each weighing a million pounds, and he sees you, it all just melts away. Nothing matters. He tunnel visions and it’s just you. There’s nothing happening outside these walls, it’s just you, and that’s all he needs.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick:

“Lose It” by Oh Wonder

Downtown we let it go/Sunset high and our bodies low/Blood rush in the hazy glow/My hands, your bones/Looser we break the scene/One step deep as you fall to me/Heart clap, we skip a beat/Count one, two, three

He’s the warmth that flows through your veins, he’s the sun that shines on your cheeks, he’s the rhythmic sound of cars driving on wet asphalt after a storm. And you? Sweetheart, you’re the twinkle of city lights on the skyline, you’re the sound of laughter from a couple caught in the rain, you’re the steady soothing rhythm of a love song. You’re his favorite song. He’ll always move to your beat, hands on your hips, forehead against yours.

König:

“Just the Two of Us” by Grover Washington Jr, Bill Whithers

I see the crystal raindrops fall/And the beauty of it all/Is when the sun comes shining through/To make those rainbows in my mind/When I think of you sometime/And I wanna spend some time with you

He’s so at home with you. When you’re together all his worries melt away. Every thought that gets overplayed in his head start to quiet down the closer he is to you. There’s no one he’d rather be with than you. There is literally no one else in the world. And when you’re sat between his legs, reclined against his chest watching a movie, his heart is drumming in his chest. Only it’s not an anxious beat, it’s a beat that plays for you. It’s a beat that knows you’re the most wonderful thing in his life. You’re the sip of cold water in the middle of the night when his nightmares rip him from his sleep, you’re kissing his sweaty forehead and reminding him that you’re here. That it’s just the two of you. And he’s at peace again.

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theorphicangel · 8 months

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HI LOVE <3 GRATS ON THE 500 ksdfksjdf

can i get “maybe this is it, because I can’t do this anymore” because i wanna be in pain :') i'm a sucker for hurt/comfort but if you wanna kill me with all angst no comfort i will happily die in (angsty) peace <3

hiii kat!! thank you so so much for sending in a prompt! Now I was considering going fully angst but I do want to see you live as my mutual so I settled for comfort 🙏🫡

enjoy :)

send in a prompt for my 500 event!

tw: blood, grief, death, gn! reader

Scarlet blood decorated your skin, imprinted like tattoo ink. It will take you days to scrub it out completely. The fade of crimson never truly disappears.

Each time you went on a mission you never really thought that it would be as god-awful as the last, and most of the time – and most fortunately – you were right.

But not this time.

This time, it was the worst of the worst. Unimaginable. As if the pits of hell collectively decided that out of all days, today would be the perfect time to unleash eternal damnation upon the entire corps.

Today, the universe chose to make you a witness to the most gruesome scenes ever known to the human eye and to let you live with it.

That was truly the worst kind of punishment.

The punishment of being the lucky few who survived after seeing the rampages of hell. The so-called lucky ones who have yet to fully comprehend what they have been through and face immediate backlash from hundreds when returning to the walls. It was only then that you understood the idea that survival was possibly the next thing worse than death.

Heads bowed, a deep sea of dark green cloaks was all the eye could see on the return home. Bodies numb and battered, stomachs empty and nauseous, mental state shattered and fragile, this is all that is left of the Survey Corps.

The contact between each other’s eyes was how communication flowed. After a tragedy like this, only a set of weary eyes could portray the answers to the unspoken questions. In silence, the poor numbers of survivors trailed one after the other, the optimism once held in these hearts were now killed by the fate of the world.

Knuckles tight, your hands gripped the reins of your horse. Your limbs shook, unable to cope with the amount of grief and trauma that you had just seen. It was unbearable, having to go through it time and time again, mission after mission, hope after hope that this time would be the last time that you would see your comrades die.

You don’t think you’d ever reach that point. Internally, you had already decided that this would be the last time. You were done.

Silently, you disappeared from the small crowd. And after tying up your horse in the stable, you slipped away not caring to be present for a register. The worn soles of your boots thunder as you walk down the soulless corridor, cold and empty, only now coming to life.

Making a sharp turn, you meet the closed door of your office. Bloodstained hands meet the cold doorknob and you twist with all the strength that you have in your own drained body to get the door open. You only manage to take a few steps forward before collapsing on your office floor. Like the rest of the headquarters, it’s cold and empty, and there’s already a stack of papers on your table ready to be signed.

For the first minute or two, you realize that you have no energy to cry, instead choosing to slump on the ground, your body melting into the floor.

It’s only a matter of time before it all sinks in. The visions and raw images race back into your mind like a film scene rolling before your eyes. Before you know it your eyes are watering and you’re unable to stop the tears from flowing. Neither are you able to suppress the deep cry inside you. Hands shaking, you can’t stop, like you're not even in control of your own body. You can’t stop no matter how hard you try.

Forcing yourself to take in a breath, the tears only pause momentarily before flowing all over again.

You don’t even know how long he’s been there. You never really noticed your office door open or even hear his steps. Wiping away at your blurry eyes was when you found him there, right there in front of you. He was a splitting image of you. Bloodstained and exhausted.

Inaudibly, he’s beside you on the ground, his nimble, cold fingers gently holding the tips of yours. His face is filled with immediate concern on how much you’re currently shaking, and soon he unbuttons his own cape and wraps it around you, the warmth of it already doing wonders.

Coming to a sudden yet much needed halt, your body has run out of tears. Eyes red, skin patchy, head throbbing, your body has nothing left in you. Miserably, you sit, shaking your head slowly as you hiccup. Levi’s hand slowly rubs circles into your back. Pathetically you rub your eyes one more time, skin irritated by the amount of contact.

“I can’t–”

It merely comes out as a whisper, your throat dry and croaky. It takes you a few times to swallow before you can repeat yourself a little louder.

“I can’t do it.”

Levi raises a brow, his concern never once left his face, not even for a minute. “Can’t do what?”

“This.” you mumble, raising your hands. “They say that after the worst you can’t do it anymore, that it’ll break you and maybe— maybe this is it, because I can’t do this anymore.” Your voice wobbles before the end, breaking off as a new set of fresh tears reach your waterline.

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true!” you exclaim, “I’m finished. I can’t keep doing this anymore, Levi. How many people do I have to watch die in front of me before we can reach freedom? It’s like a fucking nightmare I can’t wake up from, and just when I start to get hope, just that tiniest spark of hope inside me, it just fucking dies and I end up with nothing, I end up with nothing, Levi.”

“You don’t have nothing.” He begins, his tone quiet and gentle with you. “You have your squad and—“

“And so what? One day I’ll lose them too and you know it. I can’t keep pretending that I’m strong enough for this, I can’t do it. I’m–” You shut your eyes, tilting your head upwards. The words leave your lips in a whisper. “I’m just so fucking tired of this.”

He gets it. He really and truly does understand where you’re coming from. Even when it feels like nobody understands, he gets it. Because at one point in his life, he had reached that conclusion too.

Levi swallowed thickly letting the silence creep back in after your words. His eyes were casted downwards, searching for an answer, anything to comfort you. It took a few moments before he was ready to say something.

“I know I don’t have the answer, none of us do, and trust me, we’re all tired. Every single one of us. Every single day everyone wakes up and thinks, ‘why am I doing this?’ ‘Why did I choose this path, this endless path of not knowing if I’ll make it to tomorrow?’ But the thing is…we have no choice but to keep going.”

Levi paused for a second. “ I know it doesn’t seem like it but little by little we are making progress. With each and every mission we are coming back with new information and intel in which we didn’t know about before. In fact, I bet you Hange will storm your office tomorrow with something new that they found.”

His words coax out a subtle smile out of you, you could just imagine that happening.

“That is why we do it, so we can get new information, to discover shit that we haven’t even thought about yet. It is a sacrifice but no one who steps foot into the Survey Corps isn’t aware of that.”

Levi took a deep sigh, watching as your tears slow down your cheeks. You felt his exhale of air reach your skin. A reminder he was here, right here with you.

“Keep going, “ He tells you, gently. “For me at least. For us.”

It was possibly the most selfish thing that he had ever asked for in his entire lifetime and the first selfish thing he had asked for but he knew that this was your breaking point.

If he couldn’t get you to promise him this, then there was no hope left for you. Just this once he needed to be selfish and it was all a no brainer for him if it meant saving you in the long run.

His hands cup your face, bloodstained and all. Because of your own blurry eyes you couldn’t catch the way that his eyes welled up.

“Promise me this one thing.” He mumbled. “Promise you’ll keep going for me.”

“Levi–”

“Promise me.” His voice grew loud all of a sudden, echoing off the walls of your quiet office. His tone was stern as if he was giving an order to his squad, the only difference was…you could hear the fear in his voice.

He was only being strict on you because he was so afraid of losing you. That was his own breaking point. And if it ever came to that then that would be it. He wouldn’t be able to do it anymore. He wouldn’t know how to. He’d rather be sacrificed to the titans than ever imagine himself in a scenario like that.

You meet his eyes, fear evident in them. For him you’ll do it. Whatever it takes.

“I promise.”

“Good.” his fingers steadily wiped away the trail of teardrops. “I won’t ever let you down. You remember that, okay?”

You nod, trusting him full heartedly without a second thought.

Again he was being selfish, guiding you down a path that could potentially lead to disaster, but it needed to be done, for the sake of saving you. Could it be something he will potentially regret in the near future?

He doesn’t know. No one does.

But for now, he’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep you by his side.

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wheresarizona · 2 years

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Looking Part 1

summary: You're on patrol with Joel Miller outside of Jackson, admiring the scenery, and he’s admiring something else.

rating: T (Soft Joel Miller, established relationship, post-TLOU 1, flirting, failed attempt at flirting, mentions of sex)

pairing: Joel Miller/f!reader

word count: 1k+

a/n: There will be smut in part 2, like over 2.5k. A fic for my follower celebration for an anon who requested Joel Miller, and the prompt, “Have I told you I love you today?” I figured I’d keep the first part relatively tame because I’m pretty sure they just wanted some soft, fluffy Joel, and I am very happy to provide. Shoutout to my beta invisibleismyname, who is amazing. And also a big thanks to the love of my life, @juletheghoul, who also beta’d. You should check out her amazing Joel series.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Part 2 - Masterlist

You lived in a world where the future was uncertain. You woke up each day with the possibility that it would be your last, but when you moved to Jackson, your chances of survival skyrocketed. For once, since everything had gone to shit, you could relax a little—in the confines of the town walls, you could even let your guard down, not by much, but enough to allow a gruff, hard man to worm his way into your heart, and bed, the two of you deciding that if your days were numbered, you’d go about them together. Tentatively allow yourselves to be happy under the circumstances.

Letting Joel Miller get you a drink in the bar soon after you’d arrived had been the best decision of your entire life, second only to moving to Jackson in the first place. You’d been happily together for over a year, living together in his house, with his adopted daughter, Ellie, taking up residence in the converted garage out back, wanting her own space.

There is a chill in the morning air, the sun beaming down and melting the last remnants of snow high up on the ridge, as you ride astride your horse, Joel on his own beside you and closest to the edge. He is a little behind, allowing you a clear view into the valley below, with the town surrounded by so many green trees and the mountains in the distance towering on the horizon. The view always takes your breath away, the picturesque scene, staring in wonder at how there was still beauty in this desolate world, and you cherish these moments where there are no signs of death—only life, so much beautiful, and rich life.

“This is why I asked Maria for this patrol,” Joel says, pulling you from your reverie.

Your eyebrows furrow as you look at him, finding him watching you with soft eyes and a fond smile on his lips.

He is wearing his blue flannel today, the material stretching tight across those broad shoulders of his. You’d trimmed his hair the night before, his greying waves moving in the breeze, and the bald spots in his patchy beard looking kissable.

“What?” You ask.

“You get this look when you take it all in like you’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Your breath hitches, and eyes go big as saucers like you’re seein’ it for the first time, even though we’ve been through here before,” he smirks. “It’s cute.”

You feel heat creep up your neck that Joel was apparently watching you while you were gazing at the scenery.

“I mean, look at it,” you point towards Jackson. “Have you ever seen anything as gorgeous?” You ask, looking back at him.

His eyes are still on you, not moving to where you indicate.

“Yes, I have,” he nods.

“On one of your many trips across the country?”

Joel had told you every detail about the life he’d lived, and you knew about all of his travels—getting out of Texas, his time in Boston, and him trying to get Ellie to the Fireflies. He’d told you everything that happened when they’d gotten to the lab in Utah, and you’d urged him to tell Ellie the truth about it all, which led to some upset, that was resolved with many apologies and a heart-to-heart.

“No,” he shakes his head. “At the bar in Jackson.”

You scoff.

“The bar is uglier than sin, Joel. What are you talking about?”

“You really wanna know?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Please enlighten me on what could possibly compare to the gorgeousness of all that,” you wave your hand in the direction of the valley you now can’t see because trees are in the way.

“I’m lookin’ at it right now.”

His eyes are still on yours, and you turn your head to look the other way, assuming he’s talking about whatever is over there, seeing dirt and trees on the hill. You frown.

“I mean, I guess the nature is nice,” you concede.

You hear him sigh.

“Are you messin’ with me, baby?”

You look over at him, seeing his lips turned down.

“How am I messing with you? I looked at where you were looking.”

He has one hand on the reins, the other on his hip as he tilts his head.

“I was lookin’ at you.”

You feel your eyes widen as your heart speeds up.

“Oh! Oh my god, you were being romantic.” Your cheeks are heating. “Joel, that is the sweetest fucking thing. I just cannot believe you’d rather look at me than the scenery.”

“Baby, I’d rather look at you than anything else on this godforsaken planet.”

You can see the truth of his words in his gaze, and it makes you feel warm all of a sudden.

“You’re really laying it on thick today. What’s gotten into you?” You ask, adjusting your grip on the reins with one hand, the other smoothing down the horse’s mane.

“Nothin’s gotten into me. Have I told you I love you today?”

The smile he gives you is mischievous, and your eyes narrow.

“You did before we left, and I love you, too, but you’re not going to distract me with your sweet words. You asked Maria specifically for this patrol, and you’re being exceptionally romantic. Something's up. Spill.”

“‘Cause I know how much you enjoy the ride there,” he says, nonchalantly.

“And it has nothing to do with this morning?” Your eyebrow raises.

You’d been interrupted during an intense morning makeout session that was about to turn into something more, by Ellie banging on the front door to let you know it was time to leave.

You see his throat work as he gulps.

“Just thought the ski lodge was better than the lookout,” he says, looking away.

You snort.

“Yes, because it has actual furniture we can fuck on.”

He looks at you, those chocolate brown eyes of his looking hopeful, raising his eyebrow.

“Does that mean…?”

“Yes, Joel,” you giggle. “You weren’t the only one cockblocked.”

Part 2

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ratsetflummi · 21 days

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Okay, now the FUNNIEST Legend of Drizzt moments. *gets popcorn*

uhhh, how much time do you have?

i need to put this under a read more, because i ended up finding one scene per book on average

told you that this series is actually a comedy

1) that time when drizzt thought that three lighting bolts aimed directly at his face were just a friendly sparring session, and then immediately got distracted and forgot all about that attempted assassination because he saw a cat

2) drizzt and zaknafein both going "oh no, he is lost to the evil ways of our people, i would do the world a service by killing him" at each other, but not doing anything about it

3) the first thing we ever learn about jarlaxle being that he has special gay pride merch that is enchanted so you can still see that it's supposed to be a rainbow even in complete darkness

4) that one human wizard drizzt ran into in the middle of the underdark. just. that wizard's entire existence. why does he have a german accent. why does he keep shooting lightning bolts out of his tower when they keep being reflected back at him. rip brister fendlestick, you were only in that one scene, but i miss you every day

5) the mindflayers going "fwoop!" when they shoot a blast of brain melting energy at you

6) drizzt: who are you? you are not my father! zombie!zaknafein: no, i am your… mother!

7) drizzt learning what a skunk is

8) that one wizard that entreri was travelling with in streams of silver messing up her knock spell and dropping entreri's belt instead, and entreri going against what you would expect from his archetype in that kind of story (which would be getting angry and possibly violent) and just sarcastically going "oh wow, great job" and calmly picking his belt up again

9) drizzt casually revealing that he can juggle, suggesting that either he juggles as a hobby (unlikely) or implying some interesting things about drow weapon training

10) entreri choosing to put sewer water in his mouth just to gain little tactical advantage (and then still losing the fight anyway)

11) entreri showing up disguised as regis, dropping his own name in conversations weirdly often under the assumption that the companions are way more worried about him than they actually are, and the companions being completely oblivious about regis acting way differently than normal

12) entreri's insistence that he and drizzt are great rivals, while drizzt can barely be bothered to remember that entreri exists

13) drizzt training a seal to retrieve guenhwyvar's figurine from the bottom of the ocean

14) the heart-shaped drizzt-seeking locket. the fact that that exists, as well as the fact that entreri had that back in the peak rivalry days

15) entreri casually introducing himself as mister do'urden for absolutely no good reason (i genuinely still don't know why he did that)

16) jarlaxle: kimmuriel, you are the leader of the bregan d'aerthe now, i'm going on a road trip with entreri kimmuriel: i'm what?! entreri: you're doing what?!

17) entreri going to the effort of painting jarlaxle's silhouette on the wall to throw knives at the crotch

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20) jarlaxle being peak peacock in promise of the witch-king

21) jarlaxle throwing pies at a random couple in a bakery because he mistook them for assassins

22) the reveal that jarlaxle and kimmuriel were just casually watching entreri fuck his girlfriend

23) the several scenes in pirate king where salvatore seemingly forgot that regis is a halfling, because drizzt keeps putting his arm around regis' shoulders and walking away like that, when really regis' shoulders should be down somewhere around drizzt's knees

24) a manifestation of mielikki coming to carry catti-brie to the afterlife, catti-brie responding that she needs to go sleep with her husband first, and mielikki allowing this and just coming back for her in the morning

25) entreri and dahlia behaving in a way that i can only describe as two teenage girls fighting over their mutual crush

26) the entire scene when they threw charon's claw into the primordial pit and entreri failed to die

27) drizzt: come on an adventure with me! entreri: drizzt, it's two in the fucking morning, what the fuck

28) drizzt making puppy eyes at entreri so he will please go on an adventure with him and entreri just closing the door in his face

29) the entire soap opera that was drizzt and dahlia's relationship

30) kimmuriel walking in on jarlaxle sleeping with at least two drow of undisclosed gender and just standing there and staring until jarlaxle finally puts on his trousers

31) jarlaxle's constant innuendos and seeming inability to shut up about his sex life

32) jarlaxle looking completely calm and composed from the outside at all times, but any scene from his pov revealing that he has no idea what he is doing and is lowkey panicking half the time

33) catti-brie: drizzt is my husband, i have been brought back to life to help him and not for anything else bruenor: yeah, same! uh, except that he isn't my husband

34) the dragons flirting with drizzt and drizzt kinda panicking about how to reject them without being eaten as revenge

35) jarlaxle finding drizzt down in a tunnel fighting demons, and just pulling an entire fine dining set out of his hat and having fancy dinner while his bird is ripping more demons apart just around the corner

36) the reveal that jarlaxle is bald because of repeated fireballs to the face

37) this instance of everyone rolling nat1s on their geography check

38) jarlaxle threatening people with knowledge of his kinks

39) random citizen: she's so pretty jarlaxle: yes, thank you, finally someone who recognizes my beauty

#the drow books

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instructionsnotincluded · 11 days

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Man I think just about all of us are dying here GIVE US SOMETHING!!!! ANYTHING WILL DO! A SCRAP A PIECE A LEFTOVER ANYTHING??

🫢I sound exactly this when I beg my parents money for food

I just had this random thought. I can't sleep rn I gotta get up in like 3 hours lol but anyway,

I was thinking abut this and you know how you said Bucky drew her a bath right after, imagine that happening but like there's no sexy time, if u know what I mean🫣

Its just them talking and conversating in a bathtub!! Probably about Buck, Frank's new missions or her past yk stuff u talk about with someone you love when it's past 1 AM. I love their dynamic so much it just makes my heart melt!!

I WAS SERIOUS ON THE SCRAPS THING THOUGH!!!

Also this is so irrelevant but Mamma You've been on my Mind by jeff buckley reminds me so much of Bucky!!

SCRAPS YOU SAY….?

@karashawsblog here’s the excerpt as well:

18+| Explicit scene below:

Frank laughed softly, eyes still closed as Bucky kissed her temple, carefully avoiding the bandage still pressed to her skin as his finger slipped just a little further inside her, “I just thought you tired yourself out last night.”

“Got plenty more fuel to go again this morning.”

Frank giggled playfully, her laughter transitioning into a soft moan as Bucky slipped his index finger all the way inside her, slowly stroking her walls as she clenched tightly around him. “So tight,” Bucky whispered into her ear, “suck me in, Stella. You’re fucking soaked.”

Frank moaned again, biting down on her lip as Bucky began thrusting in and out, her hips rocking into his hand to try to get a little bit more friction. She felt her hips roll, her entire body urging her to get more—telling her she needed more. “Need you,” Frank eventually moaned out, head lulling against his shoulder, her hand snaking back around to wrap around his length, squeezing the hard skin between his legs, “need more.”

“Ran out of condoms,” Bucky grunted as her thumb swept across the head of his cock, his middle finger sliding inside her alongside his index, “I’ll have to go get some more in a bit.”

“Don’t need one,” Frank lifted her leg, Bucky’s fingers sliding out from inside her, the pilot’s hips pressing into hers as she felt him at her entrance.

“You sure about that?”

“Mhmm,” Frank arched her back as Bucky’s hands slid across her thigh, the head of his thick cock running along her folds, “just get inside me.”

#mota-chats #🥵

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queseraone · 3 months

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Because I'm a rascal, but also because I really enjoyed the last round of questions: your favorite Chenford *scene* from each season. Only one scene (plus one honorable mention) allowed per season!

Rascal seems like a bit of an understatement!!! The way my brain broke reading this...

This was an interesting exercise. Some were super easy to answer, and some I stewed over for a long time... and I surprised myself with some of my picks actually!

Season 1 This was tricky, but I have to give it to the between-the-wall heart-to-heart in 1x20. The vulnerability is just next level, and this scene is iconic for a reason. I'd argue that this is the first time we can say with absolute certainty that their relationship is more than just TO and rookie.

Season 1 Honorable Mention: The scene in the shop outside Isabel's apartment in 1x03. It's the first time we see Lucy breaking down Tim's walls. She really shows her empathy here, and he responds with a vulnerability he hasn't allowed with anyone else. They've only been riding together for a few weeks (?) and somehow Lucy knows what he needs, gives him that safe space and a compassion he clearly hasn't seen in a long. time. It's a beautiful showcase of their dynamic together, but also reveals so much about them as individuals.

Season 2 Oh god, oh god, oh god. This is hands-down the hardest season to choose in, because it's my favourite one, and it's home to some of the most iconic scenes. In the end, I had to go with their exchange in the gym at the end of 2x12. In general this episode is one of my favourites, but this scene is so powerful. We see Lucy working through things, taking out her frustration, trying to channel her strength, to get back to herself. And somehow in that moment, Tim manages to make her smile. He opens up to her in a way we've never seen him do before, and most of all, he reminds her how strong she is. UGH, this scene makes me scream in the best possible way.

Season 2 Honorable Mention: Now that I've picked a favourite, second place is easy—their conversation in 2x17. I've always loved it so much, because between the teasing and the banter, we see this beautiful vulnerability as they talk about the Caleb of it all. It's truly a perfect showcase of their dynamic and everything I love about them. Shit, maybe this is my favourite season 2 scene? AHHHHH IDK

Season 3 I have to go with this scene from the end of 3x09. Hello, excuse me Timothy do you see how you're looking at her????? Also the fact that he dismissed Lucy's comments about missing riding with her earlier in their shift, meanwhile he had already specifically written just that??? AGJLAERGJALGJRLA It's becoming quite clear that my favourite scenes are the ones that I feel most embody their dynamic, and this is no exception—the perfect mix of playful and soft.

Season 3 Honorable Mention: At the wedding venue in 3x14, duh. THE TUX. THE GREEN DRESS. "Save me a dance." HELP HELP HELP *faints*

Season 4 This was was actually pretty easy for me, it's 4x01, the scene at Tim's house. The fact that Tim not only invited her into his space, he practically insisted. Seeing Lucy wearing his clothes, seeing them together, not just outside of work, but in a very intimate space (at a very vulnerable time)???? That hug?? (That look??!?!) THAT HUG?!?!?!! The way Lucy just melts into him is the visualization of what we'd known for so long—that he's her safe space. (And she's his.) UGH, my heart. The entire exchange just felt so damn hopeful, like one of the first real hints that there was something more bubbling under the surface.

Season 4 Honorable Mention: While that kiss in 4x22 was so exciting, I have to give it to the scene outside the hospice. The vulnerability we see between them here, seeing Lucy be Tim's safe space—it's such an incredible parallel to 4x01.

Season 5 HANDS HANDS HANDS. This one was also an easy pick, because I think this is my favourite moment EVERRRRRRRRRRR. The way any trace of Jake/Dim vanishes in that moment, and all we're left with is Tim and his visceral need to check in with Lucy, to be that grounding force for her, to remind her that she's here, she's safe, and she's strong. It's just everything.

Season 5 Honorable Mention: While my #1 scene in this season is easy, it's incredibly hard to pick just one honorable mention. I waffled between the super hot kiss on the plane in 5x01, and the vulnerability in their exchanges in 5x21, and so many other great options... But I think I'd have to say that cold open in 5x10 when we see them getting ready for their date—that whole thing just perfectly embodies everything I love about them. The teasing, the banter, the comfort level between them, the best friend energy, how damn happy they are. It's just so fun and so them and makes me giddy every time I watch it.

I can't wait to see which scene will top my list for season 6... as of now it's obviously this one (I just want to watch this again, so here you go!)

#chenford #the rookie #asked and answered #makeitastrength #chenford opinions #these questions are so much fun #keep 'em coming!

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prettymorgueboy · 1 year

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may i please request alucard comforting daughter! reader after a nightmare?

The way I woke up before my shift at 4 am to read this request, truly it made my day, I love Alucard with my entire heart and the Idea of him being a father has my heart melting.

[ Father! Alucard / Daughter! Reader (platonic) ]

Warning(s): None! Just lots of Alucard being a very affectionate and doting father to his child.

Words: 1.1k

Summary: You the daughter Of Adrian Tepes seem to be having trouble sleeping, luckily your father is there to offer you comfort.

The wind outside of the castle slowly seeped in through the old windows, The storm left a soft chill against these old walls, The Tepes household becoming a softer scene when the sun was down. It was the soft clicks against the stone flooring as Adrien climbed the old staircase. He always did this, surely, he could hear any threats coming from a mile away, but since this child came into his life it was almost like he could never calm his soul. The Man’s cape rippled against the stairs as he stepped upon them, skipping one each time.

Adrian was always a kind man, nothing could change that, but the softness of his plushy heart only thickened when his daughter was near, her hair he did every morning, whether it was a braid, a ponytail or loosely held with a ribbon. Should she ask for the stars he would surely find himself on the moon fishing for them one by one until she was satisfied.

The child was left on his doorstep years back, when she was a mere baby, he considered rushing her to any village nearby but could only imagine the unfairness she would go through as a lady in this time.

‘y/n Tepes a perfect name for a perfect young lady.’ That is what he said when he tucked her into his arms and cradled her to sleep their first night together. Now nearly a handful of years later he still had her in his care, and he was blessed to call the young girl his daughter.

He finally arrived at her door, coming to check on her to make sure she managed to rest for the night. He said to himself it was for her safety, but he knew it was to calm his own nerves. The man who had nothing finally had something and he refused to lose it once again. The quiet thoughts in his mind suddenly stopped as he heard sniffles from the other side of the door, his knuckles knocked twice before he stepped inside, seeing the young girl sit on the window seat, curled into a ball as her face was tucked between her knees.

“My little Orchid, what is the matter..” His worry dripped from his lips as he scooped the young girl into his arms, taking her seat as she was now nuzzled into his body, her clammy hands quickly clung to his cloak, her sniffles turning into tiny cries, as she hid in her father's chest.

They sat like that, for what seemed like forever, his hands rubbing her back, combing through her locks of tangled hair before a soft sigh escaped his lips as he asked once again.

“What is the matter dear? Did your dreams turn sour?” The child nodded, wiping her runny nose, her eyes now puffy and cheeks red from the crying. Adrian frowned, wishing he could protect her from even her own dreams, he lectured himself internally, knowing something like that wasn't possible.

“Can you tell me about it? Papa won't leave your side anytime soon; I promise my love.” A soft kiss was placed into his child's hair before she backed up, sitting in front of him but looking out the window, clearly still shaken up by whatever plagued her head as she slept. He was patient, leaning forward softly to take her smaller hands into his, she seemed to calm at the action as he rubbed them with his thumbs.

“Papa…you were gone, I was all alone, it was horrible… Everyone was mocking me for missing you, I had to live elsewhere, and they were so cruel they said horrible things a-and.” She paused and frowned tears slipped from her cheeks, but she had said enough for the man to wrap her back up, holding her close to him, almost as if she was a baby once again.

“Your papa will never leave your side Y/n, I swear by my lucky sword, let god strike me down If I ever manage to part ways with my sweet girl.” Y/n grabbed his hand for comfort, the young girl felt herself become hoisted into the air before being carried back to bed, placed into the messy mix of blankets and pillows that was the child's resting place.

“You are my pride and joy, The smart and sweet little orchid who will bring nothing but pride to the family's name. I will always be by your side, never fear, those nightmares are just the nasty thoughts weaseling into the cracks of your mind my dear.” She smiled softly, he tucked her into the bed, the stuffed teddy bear that was once his was now in her arms, being held with the same sort of strength as he did.

“Papa… Can you stay?” Adrian smiled softly before petting her hair, sweeping the tear-soaked strands of hair behind her ear.

“Did you think your father would be so cruel to leave his sweet girl alone after a nightmare? How dare you." The young girl giggled softly at her father's teases; he pulled the chair up next to her bed before resting his head close to where her head laid upon a pillow.

“Papa.” Alucard looked up and gave her a look as if asking her ‘what is it my dear?’.

“Thank you for always checking in on me, it makes it easier to sleep.” She smiled before her head sunk into the pillow squishing her face as she and her father spoke softly until her eyes began to fall.

They sat in silence, listening to the howls of wind for the time being, both of them enjoying feeling safe and at peace within each other's presence. Alucard was at peace; he could keep her safe. Y/n was calm and at ease knowing her father stayed by her side until she was dozing off, the only sounds filling the room being the softest hums from her father and the soft snores of a once again sleeping child.

“I promise to always protect you dear; you have your father's word.” He whispered to her sleeping form, standing shortly after she was surely sound asleep for the night, he made sure to tuck her back in once again, keeping her warm for the night before lighting the lantern in her room. He always thought ahead of things, making sure to ensure her comfort and safety.

“Sleep well sweet one, when the sun rises everything will be alright.” He smiled softly before walking out, both of them at ease until the sun would rise.

This is a tad short but dear god this manager position at work is kicking my ass with the little to no sleep I get. 🫶💕

#castlevania #adrian tepes #alucard #x reader #child reader #Alucard is a dad and it makes me cry

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