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undertheorangetree · 8 months

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Under the God's Eye

Chapter Five- The Dinner

Summary- A family dinner results in an unexpected rendezvous.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female reader. Titty sucking. Handjob. Vaginal fingering. Cunnilingus. Smut. Alcohol consumption. Allusions to drug abuse. Severe daddy issues. My bitter and intense hatred for Viserys Targaryen coming through in my writing. Discussions of bad childhood/neglectful parenting.

Author's Note- okay I’m done teasing now. Shout out to modern AUs for letting me use modern terms in smut without it sounding weird to me. Find the rest of this filth on AO3 link below!

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She watches mildly distraught as Alicent flutters around the kitchen, murmuring to herself as she sets pots and pans on the stovetop, pulling out an absurd amounts of ingredients from the fridge.

"Are you sure you don't need any help?" she asks for what she thinks is the fourth time, hand fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

Alicent looks up at her, blowing a wayward strand of hair out of her face with a tired smile. "I'm sure, sweetheart. Don't worry, Rhaenyra should be here within the hour to help me. You're on vacation, go and do something fun. I can handle it."

"I don't mind helping, really. Even if it's only until Rhaenyra gets here."

That earns her nothing but another thankful smile and a shake of her head before Alicent is ignoring her completely, mumbling about where she has left her biggest bowl. A part of her is worried that she's annoying Alicent but she still can't stop herself from asking. She looks frazzled, so much so that it is clear that she is not used to working in the kitchen like this. With her hair tangled in a messy red bun on the top of her head, she has a hard time imagining the Targaryen-Hightower household as a place known for nuclear family dinners. Not with the way Alicent seems absolutely wrought with anxiety.

"Oh, my love," Alicent calls out suddenly and she turns to find Helaena pausing on her way to the stairwell, an expensive looking Russian Blue cradled in her arms. Dreamfyre, she had learned the cat's name was, though she has only ever seen her in pictures on Helaena's phone. She is a reclusive little thing, spending most of her days basking in the sunlight in quieter rooms. Alicent waves Helaena over before jerking her head in her direction. "Take our dear friend here and tell her to enjoy being a guest. She's trying to be too helpful for a holiday."

Helaena huffs a laugh, adjusting her grip on her cat before holding her hand out to her, fingers grabbing at air like a child. "Come on then."

She's pulled out of the kitchen unceremoniously, obediently following behind Helaena, though she can't help but look back at Alicent once more, still feeling guilty.

"I don't know why she doesn't just bring some of the staff with her," Helaena laments as they begin climbing the stairs, still hand in hand. "She insists that she doesn't need them on holiday, but then she plans some big dinner like this and all it does is stress her out."

Out of all of Alicent's children, Helaena is the one she can most see herself befriending. The sweetest, the most down to earth, less obvious when it comes to her family's massive wealth. But it is moments like this where the blatant difference between them is abundantly clear. Her home had never had so much as a maid, much less a whole host of staff. She can do nothing but nod dumbly, agreeing with her as they make their way to the second floor.

"You lost this," Helaena says as she opens Aemond's door, smiling at them both and looking incredibly pleased with her own joke.

"You're so funny," Aemond says, voice completely deadpan, not so much as looking up from the book he has open on his desk. She doesn't have to look at the cover to know it's a textbook as her own copy is still sitting on her bedside table in her apartment.

She grins. "I know."

Helaena leaves and she has no choice but to make herself comfortable on their now shared bed, propping the pillows up against the headboard and sitting back against them. Aemond continues reading and she takes the opportunity to really look at him, uninterrupted by his own piercing gaze. The long sharp planes of his face, the strong jut of his nose, the line of his cheekbones. The ever present tilt of his lips, as if there is some secret or joke he’s struggling to hide. Even from here, she can see the way his eyelashes curl against his eyelids, the light blonde of them near translucent. His hair is the same almost silver blond and, fleetingly, she wonders how much effort he truly puts into it. She has heard the sound of the hairdryer when he locks himself in the bathroom but has never seen any of the products he may or may not be using. Nor has she ever been permitted to enter, the door locked tight since their post shower run in.

But it's his eye that truly catches her attention. She's sat on his sighted side and she can see the brilliant blue of his real eye even from there, admiring the way it catches the afternoon light. Only the dilation of his pupil sets it apart from the prosthetic and she realizes now how pretty they are when he’s not glaring at her or attempting to stare her into submission.

She nearly jumps when he speaks, pulling her harshly out of her thoughts. "You'll meet my father tonight. And Daemon."

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chernayawidow · 1 year

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Could you do Ada Wong x reader that separates home from work? No talking about work when at home, just nice home cooked meals and pampering Ada if she's sore

HER SAFE SPACE—DRABBLE

PAIRING: Ada Wong X GN!Reader

SUMMARY: You pamper Ada when she comes home from an especially physically taxing job.

WARNINGS: None

WORDS: 885

A/N: I was gonna do this in a headcannon format, but then I realised this request would work best in an actual writing format. Thank you for this request, sorry if this is too short at all or if it doesn’t cover what you asked for. 💖

The beginning of your relationship with Ada Wong was hard enough, what with her ominous job that took her all over the world. You didn’t know what she did, you just knew that it took up lots of time, and that it could occasionally take a physical toll. It would stress you out to see bruises and the like on her body when she came back home. When she eventually opened up to you about who she is and what she does—the difficulty setting got kicked up.

Eventually, you and Ada settled into a ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ routine when she returned home to you. It was abundantly clear to you how stressful her job could be, whether she admitted it to herself or not, and you refused to add to it. You wanted to be her safe space, you wanted her to be able to rely on you for stability and serenity. And while Ada never explicitly stated her gratitude, it was obvious. You could see it in her eyes when she looked at you, you could feel it in the way that she kissed you or firmly took your hand in hers.

A few hours ago, you’d gotten a phone call from Ada telling you that she’d just landed back in the country, and that she would be home later that night. You could hear the exhaustion in her voice. While the average person wouldn’t have been able to tell, you knew her intimately enough. And so after the call ended, you were determined to absolutely pamper her when she came home. You decided a nice home cooked meal would hit the spot for her, especially after being away for almost a week. God, you’d missed her deeply.

After sifting through your pantry for options, you eventually settled on a nice bolognese dish with a side of garlic bread. You then pulled out the bottle of makers mark that Ada kept stashed in the liquor cabinet, and two glasses. Red wine was her favourite, but bourbon was her absolute guilty pleasure. Especially when it came to winding down and soothing her aches. As a final touch, you decided to light some candles and dim down the lights—that way the room had a warm and relaxing atmosphere.

When Ada finally got home, the moment you locked eyes with her, you could see the gratitude in her eyes, “All of this for little old me?” She said, your name rolling off her tongue with a playfulness only she could muster.

“Welcome home, baby. I’ve got dinner prepared, and a drink ready and waiting for you on the table.” You said softly. You gave her a kiss on the corner of her lips before embracing her in the most comforting hug you could manage. Not just for her sake, but for yours as well.

Usually reunions with Ada were a passionate and heartfelt encounter, filled with the goal of making up for lost time. However this wasn’t the time for something like that. No, right now, all you were concerned with was making sure that Ada felt as relaxed and cared for as possible. Softly taking her hand in yours, you led her to the dining table, silently gesturing for her to take a seat at the head of it.

“Well well, you sure know how to treat a girl right, don’t you kitten?” She flirted, taking her seat as instructed. It always amazed you at how she could remain so poised and confident when she was surely so exhausted.

Chuckling, you nodded your head as you started serving up the food, “I don’t think you’d ever settle for anyone who didn’t know how to treat you right.” You said as you placed her dinner in front of her, a plate of garlic bread sat not too far from it.

“I suppose you’re right.” Ada shrugged half-heartedly, picking up her glass and taking a sip of her drink. A small smile pulled at your lips as you watched her moan in satisfaction, the drink trailing a beloved burn down her throat, “I know how to pick ‘em, that’s for sure.”

Hearing that made your heart swell with affection. Ada’s comments may seem nonchalant and underwhelming to another person, but to you they’re everything. You know that every word she says is calculated, they all serve a purpose. And so for her to say things like that just warms you to your absolute core.

“After we finish dinner, we can take a soak in a nice warm bath… I’ll give you a much needed shoulder rub… and then we can go to bed, maybe I’ll give you a proper massage there… then we can cuddle up together, and watch a movie. One of you’re choice, of course.” You recited as you started doing up your own bowl.

A smirk pulled at Ada’s lips, her mouth filled with food preventing her from retorting. You could see it in her eyes though… it was moments like these that made everything else worth it. Ada Wong was many things, and tumultuous was definitely one of them. But if you could be here to provide that stability for her? Then you’d give her a hundred more shoulder rubs.

Finally clearing her mouth, Ada speaks up, “What would I do without you?”

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eoieopda · 1 year

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I don’t really have a specific scenario in mind but can you pretty please write BFTL fluff with TaeTae?

imho taehyung was made for best friends to lovers AUs. or vice versa, maybe? both.

tae is the Best Boi and reader’s mom’s fave; ikea is involved and nobody ends up hating each other as a result??

You’re sprawled out on your living room floor with no less than five billion pieces of a wardrobe strewn about in poorly-organized piles. If someone were to walk in on you now, they might think an airplane crashed into your apartment. It’s all bits of glass, metal, and wood in various shapes and sizes — everywhere.

An absolute, certifiable disaster.

To your surprise, someone does walk into your apartment. You realize immediately that you’d forgotten to lock it after the delivery man wheeled in your plans for the night. Armed with a piece of a metal track, you twist towards the entryway, primed to — do what, exactly? Fashion your intruder into a sliding door?

Taehyung looks as surprised as you do when he sees the way you’re posturing. In unison, like it’s been dutifully rehearsed, you both say, “What the hell are you doing?”

You lower your improvised weapon as your best friend slips out of his shoes. It warms your heart just a little how comfortable Taehyung is in your space.

Immediately, he makes a beeline for your refrigerator to grab a can of pear juice. They’re never in short supply because you buy them every single time you shop for groceries. You can’t stand pears.

“Your mom said you were going to try to build a dresser. I promised her I wouldn’t let you crush yourself in the process,” Taehyung explains with a shrug before taking a long swig. Then, he gestures with the can to the insurmountable pile of pieces in front of you. “That the Hasvik or the Mehamn?”

You blink as you try to process his response, but you can’t because there’s a drop of pear juice on his chin. Focus! “When did you talk to my mom?”

“During our weekly phone call,” Taehyung says it like it’s obvious.

You’re not surprised that they’re close. After all, Taehyung spent more of his childhood in your home than his. And frankly, it was abundantly clear that — between the two of you — he was your mother’s favorite child. Had they really escalated to weekly phone calls, though?

Clearly, your mother was putting more effort into her not-so-secret agenda than you thought.

You’d told her a hundred times over the years that men and women can be just friends. That this was all your relationship with Taehyung had ever been and would always be — platonic. You were his occasional emergency contact, frequent noraebang duet partner, always friend.

Chingudeul, chingudeul, chingudeul.

Your mother always responded the same way: time will prove you wrong. Not for nothing, she also, always reminded you that all her friends have grandchildren.

Her tip may have informed Taehyung of your big, Saturday night plans, but it still doesn’t explain why he’s present now, waltzing from your kitchen into your adjoining living room.

When he sits across from you on the floor, Taehyung sees the way you’re frowning at him. He grabs the instructions you had no intention of ever looking at, humming as he skims through, “What’s with the turtle face?”

You note, for the record, that he has been referring to this particular expression as such for twenty years now. Okay, maybe your nose and eyebrows do scrunch quite a bit when you frown — but in a cute way, right? A distinctly non-reptilian way?

“Tae, you have a date. A first date, if I recall, with Choi Jisoo?”

Taehyung doesn’t even look up from the instruction booklet when he replies, “You can’t build a gigantic dresser on your own.”

Again, he says it like you’re missing something. If the answers to your questions are already spelled out in a flashing neon sign somewhere, they’re not written in any language you can read.

“Maybe I flew a little too close to the sun with that plan,” You concede with a roll of your eyes, “But I could’ve called Aecha — or Hana — or —“

Taehyung still doesn’t look up from the manual, still doesn’t seem to grasp why this matters at all. He just snorts out a laugh and says, “This thing weighs more than the three of you combined. Honestly, we should probably build this in your bedroom, so we don’t have to drag it —”

“You’re supposed to be on a date!” You don’t know why you’re shouting, but you are. Taehyung must be used to your sudden outbursts because he doesn’t flinch. “I didn’t call you for help because you’re supposed to be on a date. Right now. With Jisoo — on a date — at this very moment.”

Taehyung — finally — lifts his eyes from his booklet. His attention shuts you right up and thank god for that. You’ve said date so many times that it no longer sounds like a real word.

Maybe you’re seeing things, but Taehyung almost looks embarrassed. Or shy? Either way, he visibly struggles to put his thoughts in working order. The way you’re staring at him without blinking likely doesn’t help at all.

Your tone softens significantly because you’ve obviously said something wrong. For all you know, Jisoo could’ve stood him up. Or, fuck, maybe she died. If his plans fell through and you’re now rubbing it in his face without realizing it —

“I told her that I appreciated the offer, but didn’t think it was a good idea,” Taehyung admits quietly. There’s a lopsided smile on his face when he notices the very normal and humanlike frown spreading on yours.

Oh?

You shift where you sit and pray that the — stupid, persistently hopeful, and very much not platonic — butterflies in your stomach take the hint. They don’t and you’re dying to know, but you can’t seem to look at him when you ask why.

You keep your eyes locked on the two pieces in your hands. They fit together perfectly without a second thought, clicking right into place like they’re supposed to. Easy.

“Because it wouldn’t go anywhere and I didn’t want to waste her time,” Taehyung sighs. He looks down at his hands, which now fidget with a hex key he’d found amidst the rubble.

You freeze so completely that your pulse may have stopped, too.

“Truth be told, I’m down pretty bad for somebody else.”

This time, you accidentally say it out loud as you glance up at him, “Oh?”

Taehyung chuckles as he twirls the small, silver wrench absently between his thumb and index finger. Your eyes flit from the tool to his face only to find that he’s already looking at you with a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, I dropped everything just so I could help her put an Ikea puzzle together. Whipped, right?”

You try so hard to bite back a grin, but you fail miserably. You blush, too, and it only worsens when he winks. Ugh. Who the fuck gave him the right to be so charming?

An occasional nuisance, you smile coquettishly and throw out the most naïve, breathy tone you can feign, “But Taehyung, how can you help if you haven’t finished reading the instructions?”

Taehyung’s eyes go wide as his jaw drops. He easily matches your fake innocence with a performance of his own: “Punk, you didn’t even start them!”

When he laughs, his whole body vibrates and so do your giddy, vindicated butterflies.

You snag a piece of styrofoam off the floor and flick it at him; it drops unceremoniously, closer to you than to Taehyung. “Lucky for me, you love me anyway,” You tease.

Taehyung finds a larger chunk of styrofoam and sends it flying with far more finesse than you’d demonstrated. It collides with your shoulder and falls limp in the space between your knotted legs.

With a smile as bright as it is boxy, he sighs, “Lucky for me, I love you anyway.”

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ibelongtowrath · 4 years

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lucifer x f!reader ~3.2k words NSFW [ mirror sex, choking, fingerfucking, praise ] a/n: horny writing brain go brrr. this came to me & i finally felt inspired again so i wanted to write it while i could. NSFW under the cut.

Bare skin to bare skin, pressed chest to chest, lips crashing against lips. Lucifer’s fingers dance along the delicate curve of your waist, following the intricate map of your body like a well-seasoned traveler. And that he was: even from the first time you and he had explored each other, he seemed to know exactly what you like best; whether from intuition or experience, it didn’t matter. He knew exactly how to make your body sing for him from that first feverish encounter, and you just couldn’t get enough.

Lucifer’s hand travels from your waist, dusting his fingers lightly across your skin, leaving a swath of delicate goosebumps in their wake. They make their way to your breast, rolling the hardened bud of your nipple between. His lips find purchase on the other, tongue rolling over the sensitive skin before taking it completely into his mouth, sucking lightly. His crimson eyes flit up to yours, peering at you through dark lashes and the way your head drops back, a soft moan escaping from between your lips; the way you bite down on your bottom lip as your nails dig into his shoulders.

He lets out his own utterance of pleasure against your skin, the carnal desire twisting through his veins, ebbing and flowing with each beat of his heart and yours. Hips pressed to hips, face to chest now as he pulls his mouth back from your nipple, placing a featherlight kiss between your breasts. Your breath hitches in your throat, your own hand moving to thread your fingers through his soft, dark locks, the other hand skimming his torso absentmindedly back and forth.

Pressing your hips harder against his, the wetness is obvious between your legs. It doesn’t matter how many times you gave your body to Lucifer; it was as though each time, your body became conditioned to the pleasure he continually gives you, until just a simple touch was nearly enough to make you sing. How badly you craved to feel his skin on yours when his deep red gaze landed on yours, his expression impassive, his eyes telling a story worth a thousand words within the slight deepening of the irises. He feels it, too, in every longing look across the room during classes, student council meetings, dinner. The thought of laying you down, placing kisses on your feverish skin as you lay beneath him shuddering and moaning, each vocalization making his cock twitch until he can finally align himself with you.

“I want you, darling,” Lucifer murmurs into you, carefully feeling the beat of your heart through your chest.

“Mm… I think that’s obvious. And so is the fact that I want you too,” you tell him, voice breathy, barely audible above a whisper in the stillness of his bedroom.

Lucifer weaves his own fingers through your hair in response, tugging your head down to his. He presses his forehead to yours before his lips find yours once more, pouring every ounce of his desire to feel you into the kiss. His tongue begs entrance, deepening the kiss, your lips parting to allow him in as you explore each other’s mouths sensually. A soft groan escapes, though it’s difficult to tell who the sound originates from, the both of you almost uncomfortably aroused. Hunger growing more feral by the second, bodies aching to satiate the desire that blazes an inferno through your veins.

“Then, let us have each other,” Lucifer mumbles against your lips. “I need you so very badly right now, my love, like I do every waking moment.”

“Take me, then,” comes your breathy whisper, though you feel the grin stretch across your face as your heartbeat quickens in anticipation.

“Gladly.”

Lucifer can feel his own grin being painted onto his perfect face, eager to indulge in your warm and pliant body. He peppers kisses down your cheek, moving his mouth to the junction of your neck and your shoulder. Biting down gently before sucking the skin into his mouth, he is intent on leaving a mark. He loves to see the marks he makes on your skin welt into raised ridges before bruising, knowing it will stay there for everyone to see exactly who you belong to. A smirk tugs the corner of his lip up when you shiver in response, skimming his tongue along the length of your collarbone, feeling every delicious tiny ridge of your skin as it flares.

Shifting slightly from his position leaned up against the pillows, Lucifer moves his hands to your hips, poised to roll you onto your back. He wants nothing more than to see you spread open before him like a forbidden tome, abundantly wet excitement leaking from you, coating the inside of your luscious thighs as you eagerly wait to take his cock into the constricting warmth of your core.

An idea crosses your mind then, and you chuckle softly at the thought, a slight bite of your lip as you lift your leg from the other side of Lucifer’s waist and move to stand. The demon looks at you quizzically, a question on his face as his brows furrow together slightly in confusion. You flash him a cheeky grin and a wink, striding over to the nightstand where your D.D.D. lay charging.

“You know,” you purr confidently, “I’ve always wanted to see what I look like while I’m being fucked. You tell me I’m beautiful, but I’d like to see for myself… if that’s permissible to you, that is, my love.”

Sliding your thumb across the screen to open the camera app, you set the phone to video mode, angling it to capture the side of Lucifer’s bed and propping it against the lamp. Your finger is poised to press “record,” but before you can, you feel Lucifer’s arms wrap around your waist, rapidly pulling you back against him as he sits up on the bed, your back pressed to his chest as you gasp in surprise. A hand moves to squeeze your breast, rolling a nipple between his fingers as he speaks.

“Is that so?” he coos, ghosting his lips against your ear. “My, my... my darling is feeling quite naughty tonight, isn’t she? Wanting to record herself as I spread her tight pussy wide open and fill her with my cock like the dirty little slut that she is?”

Moving his hand from your breast to between your legs, he can’t help but groan slightly upon feeling your wetness coat his fingers, eager to indulge in your body, but not quite yet. No, not yet, he tells himself, a wicked plan formulating in his own mind as his teeth sink into your neck, just barely avoiding breaking the skin.

“Already so eager, so willing,” Lucifer purrs. “However, you won’t be able to see yourself properly on such a small screen, my love. Allow me to offer a solution.”

The demon mutters a short incantation against your skin, the words unfamiliar. Is he using a spell on me? You start slightly as the hand wrapped around your waist moves from your body. He flicks his wrist, a nefarious grin stretching across his face as he watches the look of utter confusion on your own delicate features, relishing the control he always seems to have over you as you ponder exactly what he has planned for you.

A perfectly clear full-length mirror, previously stationed in Lucifer’s private bathroom, now sits directly before you, propped against his nightstand. Instantly, your head turns, eyes widening as your gaze lands upon your own reflection. Lucifer shifts behind you, hooking his arms beneath your thighs and moving you forward on his lap, angling your back ever so slightly, moving his mouth to the back of your neck as his hard cock presses against you from behind. He spreads your legs slowly, teasing, his own gaze trained on the reflection in the mirror before him.

“Much better than such a small phone screen,” Lucifer chuckles, nibbling your skin. “Wouldn’t you agree? The mirror will allow you to see absolutely everything.”

“U-Um… yes.”

The words stumble over one another as they leave your mouth, focusing solely on the sight of yourself spread open before you. It was not as though you had never seen yourself naked, as if unfamiliar with the secrets of your own body; you took care of yourself well, something you pride yourself on doing… especially when you’re laying with the Avatar of Pride himself. No, it is more so seeing yourself spread open for him that is shocking to you, the way your body responds to his touch, especially between your legs. The way your wet excitement shines in the low, flickering candlelight, warm, practically throbbing with need. The way your nipples are hard, the goosebumps flared across nearly every inch of your skin at his touch.

“You will get to see absolutely everything,” Lucifer growls, repeating the words once more, letting his breath tickle your ear. “How your body sings for me at my touch. My cock stretching out your tight, warm, aching little hole. Your face twisting in pleasure as I bring you to places of ecstasy, the way my name falls helplessly from your lips when you cum and milk my cock dry. But first…”

Lucifer’s lips find purchase on your neck once more, pressing soft kisses against it. He snakes a hand back between your legs to your dripping heat, teasing your swollen bundle of nerves with a featherlight touch of his fingers.

“I’m going to make you cum with just my fingers,” his deep, velvety voice purrs into your ear, “and you’re not going to miss a single second of it.”

Moving back to your neck, Lucifer’s kisses grow in intensity as they continue, as does the pace of his fingers on your clit, eliciting a lewd moan from your lips. The wanton sound nearly does him in, desperate to bury himself inside you. Your feelings echo his, the way your walls quiver, his cock pressing against your lower back. The need for him practically burns its way through your veins, teeming with desire; it presents itself as a loud, needy whine. He chuckles darkly against the back of your neck, savoring the sounds of your desperation.

“What’s the matter, darling? Is my needy slut feeling a little desperate to have her tight little pussy stretched out and gaping for me?”

Your hands move to Lucifer’s thighs, digging your nails sharply into his skin; eyes fixated on the reflection before you, watching as he slides his hand further down, teasing a few fingers at your entrance.

“Beg me for it, pet,” he directs, sliding his hand up and down your slit as he waits for your compliance.

“Please, Lucifer, p-please,” you mewl. Your voice reaches a higher pitch, the sound of your desperation and desire echoing across the spacious room. Nearly light-headed, dizzy, mind clouding over, your head feeling nearly empty, the only thoughts occupying the space of your mind are thoughts of him . Smirking against your skin, the demon chuckles once more, louder this time, as if mocking how needy you are for him.

“Good girl.”

Lucifer sings your praises, slipping two fingers inside you. Instinctively, your head drops back against him as the pleasure begins to overtake you. He curls and pumps them skillfully as he presses them against the most sensitive spots, relishing your breathy gasps and the way your walls begin to tighten around him, wetness dripping down his fingers onto his hand.

“Oh? Someone’s getting all wet for me, hm?” he teases.

His own eyes watch himself pleasuring you in the reflection. A rumble stirs from deep within his chest, an animalistic need ebbing and flowing through his blood, to the very core of his being. Noticing the way your gaze has moved from the mirror, he slides a third finger into you, moving his free hand to grip your throat at the sound of your gasping moan, now slightly muted.

“Watch.”

The single-worded command sounds from deep in Lucifer’s throat, spoken in a low growl, the deep timbre of his voice only serving to fuel your already wicked desire. Your head moves forward, complying, making sure to keep your eyes trained on yourself in the mirror. The urge to tip your head back and crash your lips against his, to moan into his skin grows stronger with each passing moment.

As if sensing your temptation, he tightens his grip on your throat ever so slightly, biting into the back of your neck to keep you in place. A muted gasp followed by a salacious outcry of pleasure tears from your throat, the telltale tightening of your pelvic muscles around Lucifer’s fingers signaling your oncoming release.

“L-Lucifer! I’m going to c-cum…”

He smirks against your skin, increasing the pace of his fingers further, pushing you closer to the edge. Squeezing your throat, he nips your earlobe before bringing his lips to your ear.

“Cum for me. And don’t you dare take your eyes off that mirror.”

Wanting nothing more than to squeeze your eyes shut, to ride out the blissful high with your lips crashing against his to moan into his mouth, you obey, keeping your gaze trained on yourself and Lucifer’s hand between your legs. Your fingers dig crescent moons into his thighs as your orgasm peaks, body involuntarily jerking forward, as much as it can with fingers gripping your throat. The blissful inferno blazes a trail between your hips, straight into your chest, letting the ebb and flow of your heart drive the feeling into every inch of your body.

“F-fuck-”

A string of curses, followed by Lucifer’s name fall helplessly from your lips, accompanied by a near scream of pleasure. The familiar gushing wetness of your climax drips all over his hand, spilling into his sheets, the evidence of your sins a dark circle pooled beneath you. He pulls his fingers from inside you to wrap around your hair, gently tipping your head back to kiss you.

“Good girl,” Lucifer coos in praise, quickly kissing you again and biting your bottom lip as he pulls back, dragging it between his teeth before releasing it. “But I’m not quite done with you yet - I did promise you that you’d get to see your pussy split wide open by my cock in that mirror.”

Releasing his grip on your throat briefly, Lucifer moves both his hands to your hips. He lifts you up before slowly lowering you onto his hardened length. Another deep growl rumbles in his chest as he buries himself into your constricting warmth; at the same time, your eyes squeeze shut and your head tips back to press against his own, crying out. He growls again as he moves his hand back to grip your throat, a bit tighter than before.

“I told you to watch,” Lucifer grumbles.

“Y-yes, s-sorry, Lucifer,” you breathe, barely able to rasp the words.

“Good girl.”

Hooking his free hand under your thigh for better purchase, Lucifer thrusts roughly into you without warning, burying himself to the hilt. Your walls quiver around him as they stretch to accommodate his generous length, and he groans, savoring the warm wetness that he knows so well. The sensual sound of your moans draw out his demon form, transforming quickly behind you.

“Now, I am going to fuck you,” he husks, biting into your neck. “I am going to fuck you in front of this mirror, and you are going to watch as my cock stretches your needy, aching hole, not missing a single millisecond. And if you keep making those delicious sounds for me, I’ll pump you full of my cum so I can breed you like the dirty fucking cockslut that you are.”

Lucifer bears your weight as you press yourself against him, following his orders. Your eyes widen upon seeing just how much his cock stretches you, but the thought doesn’t last long before your brain fogs over with pleasure. He snaps his hips up into yours, moving quickly, frantically; he had denied himself so long to tease you, to get you off. His growls increase in volume with each thrust, burying his face into your neck with a loud groan.

“Oh, fuck, darling,” Lucifer moans. “You feel so fucking good.”

The demon whines into your skin, the sound so sweet, so desperate , it nearly pushes you over the edge. Oh , how you loved to hear how good you make him feel, as good as the pleasure he gives to you, both teeming with need, an insatiable hunger to feel the other’s body nearly every waking second of the day. It was because of moments like this, the way your bodies united as one and sang in pleasurable, sinful harmony, always in sync.

“Don’t you love to see what I see every time I fuck you, pet?” he asks, words stunted in his efforts. “How beautiful you look when I’m fucking into you, writhing in pleasure… I almost feel pity for everyone who doesn’t get to see what a gorgeous mess you are, just for me .”

Lucifer snakes his hand back down between your legs as he continues his nearly frenzied movements to rub your clit, eager to push you towards your release. The pleasurable onslaught causes you to tighten, squeezing his cock; he groans loudly, rolling his hips with purpose. Every thrust elicits another wanton gasp from your sweet, sweet mouth, edging you ever closer.

“Lucifer!” you gasp loudly, shuddering. “I’m going to cum-”

“Oh, fuck yes, darling. Cum for me,” he hisses in response, cutting off your breathy moans as he feels his own desperation ignite. “I want to feel your tight little pussy milk every last drop from my cock.”

Conditioned to his command, your body sings in response, every sensitive nerve ending electrified. This time, you can’t stop yourself from writhing in ecstasy, shuddering, back arching as your head drops. A high-pitched scream tears from your throat despite Lucifer’s grip, calling out his name in breathy cries with each syllable, loud enough to surely wake everyone in the House of Lamentation at this late hour.

“Yes, my love, yes,” he rasps.

Lucifer doesn’t bother to correct you, his own release washing over him as you come undone, whining loudly into your shoulder. The fire pools low in his belly before coming undone, like a tight spring finally uncoiling after being denied for so long. He spills into you, filling you with his seed with a loud groan.

Wrapping both of his arms around you, Lucifer bears your weight as you lean back against him, eyes moving back to your reflection. He slides out of you slowly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Keeping your back pressed to his chest, you can feel him breathing heavily behind you as he attempts to catch his breath, your own rising and falling rapidly as it tries the same.

“Perhaps next time,” Lucifer breathes, holding you tighter, “we will record ourselves on your D.D.D., and compare the two. I suppose I wouldn’t mind having video evidence of just how well I know how to wreck you, pet.”

#obey me #obey me lucifer #Lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #obey me fanfic #obey me: shall we date #obey me fanfiction #obey me fandom #shall we date obey me #obey me shall we date #swd obey me #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me lemon

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cazimagines · 3 years

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heyyyyy…🧍🏻‍♀️i read the break up sex with zemo and i had a but of an angsty-maybe-comfort thought (if you’re not taking any more prompts ignore this i don’t mean to bother)

zemo meets the reader again after all his years in the raft and the snap while he’s helping Sam and Bucky deal with the super soldiers, you could do some angst when they see each other maybe she is angry and he attempts to apologize and explain that he couldn’t involve her in his revenge plan and that leads to an angry kiss or smut or just tears and forgiveness. whatever you think will work best, have my heart and break it if you want i’ll be happy to let you do so💗💗

Oooo, it's nice now coming near the end of my requests to revisit the first one and write a sequel!

I've also taken this in a slightly different direction, you'll see 😌

Link to the first part here

You swirled the straw around in your drink, sighing in sadness at yet another day seeming wasted. Everything you seemed to do these days felt worthless to you. You had no goal, no drive anymore. Your life had gone through complete turmoil.

You suppose if you could trace it back to a singular date where everything went wrong, you would say the day Helmut left you.

You were confused, broken at why he would do such a thing. Why he would just leave especially after what you two had just done, but then a year later it became abundantly clear why. In that year you became depressed, feeling achingly lonely, hurt by his absence, and then finding out he murdered people, tried to take down the Avengers, for his dead family.

The realisation came to you. He never cared about you. Not in the way he cared about them. He used you plain and simple. He used you to get better and then when he was, he left you in the dust for them.

You had wanted clarity about the situation but this wasn't what you wanted. You wanted your fairy tale ending when he would come back into your life, apologise for the idiot he had been and you two would be together again, happy.

Instead, he never gave you a second thought after he left and now he was destined to spend the rest of his life in prison.

You floated from job to job, feelingly meaningless, feeling incomplete and angry, so very angry. It's because of that anger your new employee had hired you.

Most nights you spent in the bar at Madripoor, drinking away your sorrows, and it was no different tonight. Or was it?

Your phone rang out and you saw a message pop up from your employee. You read it and sighed, pushing your drink away to stand up and walk away from the bar. And that's when you saw it, or really you should say, you saw him.

Zemo made his way across to the bar, followed by the two Avengers, Sam and Bucky. Zemo was seemingly unaware of your presence, instead ordering a drink at the bar.

You were shocked to see the man you never thought you would see again, right before you, the man you had caused you so much pain, so much heartbreak. Now sitting here not even noticing you. He hadn't even changed that much since you last saw him, he still styled his hair the same way, wore the same clothes. It was as if nothing had changed over these past years when in reality everything had changed.

You finally pulled yourself together and moved over to talk to him. You had to, you needed to confront him on this.

Zemo sat peacefully unaware, sipping away at his drink when he heard a voice next to him say, "Helmut"

Surprised at hearing his first name used, he turned his head and his eyes widened in shock, the drink almost falling out of his hand and he instantly leapt out of his seat.

"Y/n," he said, his eyes grazing all over you. He could recognise you in an instant though he could tell there were changes within you, more sullen cheeks, a frown upon your face, a harsh gaze, but it was all he deserved and more.

"Last I heard you were locked away from life" you state, crossing over your hands.

"Y/n, there is so much I need to tell you, and to apologise for. Here is not the place for it"

"Why should I give you a chance to explain, it's obvious the truth. You just needed a place to stay until you were better, so you could avenge your other family. You used me"

"I would never use you" Zemo growled, stepping forward so that you were only inches apart. Sam coughed awkwardly behind him making Zemo sigh in frustration.

"Excuse me, Sam, I need to step out for a few minutes to talk to this lady"

"What about the mission!" Sam argued

"The mission can wait" he hissed, grabbing your arm and pulling you through the crowds.

"What are you doing here y/n?". Madripoor is no place for someone like you to stay" he murmured as he finally got you outside.

"You don't know the first thing about me!" you hissed at him, but his grip on your wrist tightened,

"I know everything about you y/n! I don't want to see you getting harmed here, this isn't a place you want to be at"

"You're here!"

"I have a reason to be here."

He sighed again, upset by how this was all leading to an argument.

"Y/n, I could never apologise to you enough for all the pain I caused you. I never wanted to see you harmed, but the pain of me leaving is better than involving you in my revenge plan. If they knew about you, you would have been locked up as well, interrogated, I couldn't stand to see that happen to you"

"Then you shouldn't have gone through with the plan"

"I needed to!"

You scoff at his remark, "You didn't need to Helmut, I was right there, ready to start a new life with you. And you threw it all away for the dead"

Guilt swarmed Zemo, making him swallow seeing the pain within your eyes.

"You were too good for me" he finally whispered, and your eyes turned to look at him in surprise.

"You were kind, gentle, loving. I didn't want to ruin you and I knew the more time you spent around me, the more likely that was to happen. So I had to leave to protect you and for you to find someone who truly deserves you. Which is why you can't be here, this place is dark, full of bad people who will use you and hurt you."

Zemo puts his hand in his pockets and pulls out a card to hand to you, "Here take this, I have a private jet which my butler is at, give him this and he will take you anywhere in the world. Please leave here"

You stare at the card in shock then back up to Zemo's pleading eyes, "Oh Helmut" you whisper and finally, you grasped the side of his face, and pulled him into a kiss, a deep, blissful kiss which Zemo melted in, his hands going to grasp your sides to hold you close to him. Your hand snaked around his back, holding the back collar of his coat.

Zemo had longed for this, dreamed about it the whole time he was in prison but now he finally was holding you within his hands again, and he wanted so much more but he had to pull away.

"Y/n, you need to leave, now" he urged and you shook your head.

"Okay Helmut" you whispered, shooting him a slight smile.

His heart melted at the sight of you and placed one more quick kiss upon your lips. He didn't know if he would ever get to see you again, but at least he got this moment which was more than he was expecting.

He turned on his heel shooting you one last glance before walking back into the bar. You smirked, watching his fading form, the small red light that now shone out from under his coat collar.

You felt your phone ring and as you brought up the caller i.d, you saw your employees i.d, 'Power Broker'

"Quite the show y/n," she said down the line,

"Acting was always my forte" you shot back.

"Did you do what I asked you?"

"I hid a tracking device within his coat. We'll be able to track their every move"

Sharon chuckled down the line, "Good work y/n, I knew I could rely on you"

Zemo's hurt ran deep within you, he was a fool to think all of that could have been resolved in a few words and a kiss. You were changed because of him, for worse rather than better.

A/N: Ngl I am tempted to rewrite this and make it into a series at some point

#baron zemo x you #zemo x y/n #zemo x reader #baron zemo #helmut zemo #zemo #zemo x you #daniel bruehl #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl

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drawlfoy · 4 years

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4 a.m

masterlist request guidelines

pairing: draco x reader

request: no but this is dedicated to @socontagiousimagines :) thank you for the inspiration.

summary: y/n seeks tutoring help from her acquaintance and housemate, draco malfoy.

warnings: language, and the teensiest bit of actual fluff

a/n: so this is NOT the oneshot i was talking about. this is a short little tidbit i’ve been just sitting on for a while! i will not be continuing this :( but i wanted to get the practice of writing more physical scenes and thought that this was a good idea lol

tags! @gruffle1 @missmulti @cleopatera @hahaboop @accio-rogers @geeksareunique @eltanin-malfoy @war-sword @cams-lynn @itsivyberry @ayo-cowbelly @nerd-domland @yesnerdsblog @shizarianathania @evanstanfanatic @strawberriesonsummer @hariosborn @night-ving @straightzoinked @imintoodeeptostop

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“So, you carry that over to the other side of the equation...perform the executive function of rin...plug in the constant...and then we can set that number equal to 4 times the magical coefficient of levitation…”

Y/N was trying her best to listen as her fellow Slytherin patiently went over the last Arithmancy problem set. She really was. But it was so hard, especially when she was sitting just a few feet away from the prettiest boy she’d ever seen. Especially when they were on his bed. In dim lighting. At 4am.

It wasn’t on purpose. It was honestly a last minute panicked request--Y/N, well known for her tragic Arithmancy skills, found out that there was a surprise exam the next day in that very class and had to track down the only person she knew. Draco Malfoy wasn’t her friend, not by any sense of the term, but they tolerated each other. She’d go as far as to say that they were friendly, even. He smiled at her once in the hallway. She would’ve returned the favor if she had remembered how to breathe.

So imagine her surprise, upon rushing up to him at 11 that night and desperately asking him for help as he was leaving the common room, that he simply smirked down at her. “What are you waiting for?” he’d asked, his eyebrow cocking. “Put your arms around my neck. I have to carry you over the wards.”

She’d been at such a loss for words--something that almost never happened, mind you--that she’d nearly lost consciousness when, instead of waiting for her to jump up, he just plucked her off the ground. Before she knew it, she was sitting cross legged on his fluffy comforter as he picked apart the practice sheet in front of her.

The quill had no idea how lucky it was to be lodged in the elegant hand that it was. His fingers curled around the base strangely close to the parchment, occasionally smudging the numbers and symbols that he helpfully copied down onto her paper in his impeccable print. Y/N found herself quite smug at the fact that she was one of the few that got to witness him study something so intently up close.

“Does that make sense?”

His voice, accompanied by a clear shift in tone, shook her out of her soliloquy.

“Er, yeah,” said Y/N. Very convincing.

“Why don’t you explain it to me like I’m the student and you’re the tutor,” he offered, turning to rest on his side. His infuriatingly perfect face was propped up on his palm as he watched her.

“I, erm, have to find a way to solve for G naught, which is the relationship between magical forces and naturally occurring gravity...so I do that by plugging -9.81 in for g and then the given velocity and, er, rin…”

Her words trailed off as her attention turned to the slow smile stretching across Draco’s face.

“What?”

“You’re a question ahead. I was talking about the one I just explained to you.”

“Oh.” She wrinkled her nose and looked away. “Sorry. It’s late. I always have trouble paying attention when I’m tired.”

“Don’t apologize,” said Draco, moving to sit up. “You were right, you know. I think you’ll be fine tomorrow. You’re not even bad.”

“Thanks.”

He offered her another smile, this time one that looked more genuine than the rest, much less cat-got-the-canary and more wholesome. “If you’re not thinking about this--” He gestured dramatically to the parchment littered with Arithmancy practice questions, “--then what are you thinking about?”

“Oh,” Y/N said dumbly. No matter how many words she conjured to rest on her tongue, the blush growing on her cheeks gave it all away. There was no point in trying to fib, a point that became abundantly clear as Draco’s eyes began to glimmer.

“What was that?” he pried, an impish tone creeping into his voice. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

“Don’t be a fucking arse,” she responded. If she didn’t look him in the eyes then she didn’t feel quite as obvious. “I’m just tired. That’s all.”

He tutted, shifting to rest his back against the headboard. It once again occurred to her how intimate the whole set up was. “Hm.”

Y/N decided to drop it and gather up the scrolls of half rolled parchment that littered his bedding. As much as she hated to admit it, his bed was soft. Really soft.

“Thanks for all of your help,” she said once all of her belongings were secured away in her satchel.

He said nothing in return, instead tilting his head to the side and meeting her eyes with a cool gaze full of amusement.

“I really appreciate it,” she continued, hoping to pull out something as trivial as a “you’re welcome” from his surprisingly petal-like pink lips. “I know it’s late.”

“Not a problem,” he finally said. “Plus, how could I say no to you?”

Y/N fought the urge to melt into a puddle right that instant. “Erm, thanks. You didn’t need to help me this much. I hate to keep you up.”

His smile widened. “You don’t have to go yet, you know.”

“What--what?”

“I said,” drawled Draco as he sat up again to look her more directly in her eyes, “You don’t have to go.”

She decided that he wasn’t the only one who could play coy. “Oh? So what would you suggest?”

“Come here and find out.”

In seconds she was back to her seat on his plush comforter, her knees tucked neatly under the rest of her as he reached out to gently tug her tie in his direction.

When he finally kissed her, it felt like her soul had left her body. His lips were warmer than she would’ve thought, and he cupped the side of her cheek with so much tenderness that she thought she was dreaming.

“Draco,” she said, pulling away from him for just a moment, “It’s 4am. I have to sleep.”

“I know.”

He leaned in again, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his lap. “You’ll be fine,” he assured her between kisses, “You had the best tutor.”

She pulled away again to smack him on the shoulder. “Don’t be vain.”

“Fine, fine.” She was still seated on top of him as he shifted to grab a piece of parchment that he scribbled something onto in swooping, elegant motions. “Here.”

“What is it?”

“You said it yourself, love, you’ve got to get to bed,” he teased. “Open it up when you get back to your dorm. Now off you go.”

Y/N was torn between the sting of rejection and the butterflies at his use of the casual pet name while he carried her over the wards, feelings that refused to fade even when she was back in her room.

The soft sound of the lake water hitting the glass was just beginning to lull her to sleep as she jolted forward, just remembering the piece of parchment Draco had so thoughtfully folded into a paper crane for her.

“Y/N:” It read, “Since you have such trouble paying attention when it’s late, I thought I’d write this down so you wouldn’t forget. Meet me tomorrow night at the tapestry by Snape’s classroom. 9pm. I promise I’ll have you back by your bedtime.”

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cxsmicmyeon · 3 years

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SURPRISE! , kms

kim minseok x fem! reader

IN WHICH minseok wants to spend his 31st birthday at home with his wife and cat but you have other plans that may or may not involve a surprise birthday party. (based on the second prompt from this post by @creativepromptsforwriting)

genre: married/domestic & non-idol au! fluff, humor word count: 3.0k warnings: swearing, light sexual references/jokes, implied sexual content (it gets a tad spicy at times but nothing explicit), chaos, minseok’s butt being The Bomb Dot Com™ (sorry not sorry)

author’s note: happy birthday to my ray of sunshine, kim minseok! i love you so so much darling, i hope your day is filled with so much happiness and celebration. hope this lil piece can help y’all celebrate min’s 31st with me <3 it’s not the 26th yet where i live lmao but it is in korea so yeah! once again have a happy happy birthday minseok, i love you endlessly and forever. <33 MOODBOARD MADE BY ME. I DON’T OWN THE IMAGES, I ONLY OWN MY EDITING. feedback and notes are greatly appreciated <3

One day.

One day until Minseok’s birthday, and you were scrambling from bakery to bakery to try and get the perfect cake for him. There were flaws in every place you’ve been: too expensive, the designs were not creative enough, blah blah blah. You wanted his day to be as perfect as possible, and what would be the point of that if the cake was nothing but?

Everything else was all ready. You invited all of yours and his closest friends to your house the night of Minseok’s birthday for a surprise party. You planned on keeping Minseok out of the house for the entire day as your friends decorated the house.

He didn’t want a party. He made that abundantly clear to you as soon as March began. He incessantly told you that all he wanted was a day off from teaching so he could spend the whole day with you and your cat. All he wanted was a nice and relaxing day with his wife. You understood, obviously. But you also wanted to go all out and throw a surprise birthday bash for your husband celebrating his thirty-first year on Earth. Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Jongdae’s incessant whining and begging for an excuse to have a party only aided in your need to have a party.

You ended up settling with a simple Carvel ice cream cake from the frozen section of the grocery store. You made a mental note to ask Yixing to write out “Happy Birthday Minseok” the next day as you left the store.

You came home to your husband holding a feather toy over your cat, Tan’s head. She pawed at the red feather, always at the cusp of grabbing it before Minseok moved the line away from her. He cooed at the animal, making soft kissing sounds as he continued to play with her.

Realizing that he may see the cake, you tucked the grocery bag under your shirt in an attempt to hide it from him, shivering at the cold contact the frozen treat made with your skin. The rustling of the plastic bag caused Minseok to look up at you. He gave you a gummy smile as you walked past him and Tan.

“Well hello to you too, honey. What’s under your shirt?” Minseok asked playfully, wiggling his eyebrows as he made eye contact with your chest. You realized that hiding the bag did not do much to hide the cake, as the shape of the large box combined with the plastic grocery bag greatly protruded from the fabric of your shirt.

“Nothing, it’s for tomorrow. Don’t wanna ruin the surprise, hm?” you mused, blowing him an air kiss before retreating to your office. He "caught” your kiss with a smile before going back to playing with Tan.

You entered your office and placed the plastic bag onto your desk. You ran to lock the door before opening the bag and taking the cake out, sighing in relief that the cake did not get ruined. You bent down to your mini-fridge and opened the small door of the freezer compartment and placed the cake inside, glad that it could fit inside. After locking the fridge, you exited your office and made your way downstairs to spend time with your loving husband.

You awoke the next day curled up in Minseok’s arms. You cuddled closer to him before jolting upwards in realization. Today was finally the day! You bent down and began showering your sleeping husband with excited kisses, trailing a hand down his bicep. He let out a sleepy groan as he stirred, wrapping his strong arms around your figure.

“Aah, what’s gotten into you baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse from just waking up.

“Happy birthday, Min!” you beamed, pecking him on the lips. He grinned tiredly as he kissed you on the lips.

“Mmmh, thank you honey.” You grinned as you kissed him again. This kiss lasted longer than the previous ones and slowly yet surely grew more heated. You moved yourself so you were straddling him, not breaking the kiss. He hummed against your lips as you slid your hand underneath his shirt, fingertips grazing his toned stomach. He groaned as his hands made their way down to your ass, squeezing harshly. You bit back a moan as you slowly slid his shirt up his chest, breaking the kiss to ogle at his abs.

“Babe... don’t we need to get ready?” Minseok groaned as you pulled the shirt over his head. You latched your lips onto his neck and softly bit down, eliciting a raspy moan from your husband.

“Shh, let me give you your first gift.” you purred, moving your hands toward the waistband of his boxers.

The mall was packed to the brim with people from all different walks of life. Gossiping teenagers, sleep-deprived parents following their energetic kids around, old couples window shopping, you name it. You walked through the giant Macy’s and into the main hub of the mall hand in hand with Minseok.

Since you started dating, it has been a tradition for you to buy each other’s gifts the day of your respected birthdays. You’d usually scour Amazon or websites of your favorite brands all day and end up splurging half your monthly paychecks on each other. But on occasion, today included, you’d take your shopping day to the local mall as a means to get out of your apartment and actually go out for once.

After an... eventful... morning, you rushed to get dressed and usher your husband out of the house, since the boys were coming over at 11, and it was 10:55 by the time you got into the car and sped away toward the mall.

You pointed out a newly opened jewelry store and pulled Minseok inside with you. You looked at him lovingly as he browsed the display of a multitude of different rings. He’d softly mutter to himself as he picked up ring after ring: trying to see what would look best next to his wedding band, what the right price was, if the store even provided the correct size. You loved how organized he was.

Your silent admiring was interrupted by the familiar chime of your phone, indicating you got a text message. You let out a sigh as soon as you saw who the message was from.

operation minseok’s 31st🥳

jun-bug: (y/n) we have a problem (y/n): oh god what happened yee-xing: baekhyun dropped the cake (y/n): he did what bacon: cant u read (y/n) i dropped the fucking cake 11 minutes late: no need to be rude xoxo (y/n): yeah baek u don’t want me to leave my stunning husband inside the jewelry store, come home and mutilate you for dropping his cake and get arrested on his special day (: kyung-soup: oddly specific but i’m here for it jong-waeeee: off topic but the sign says “minseop” instead of “minseok” (y/n): jun, yixing and kyungsoo you better get this settled or else i’m gonna kill all of you nini bear: yes ma’am ofc ma’am we will do this correct chain-yeol: yeah i don’t wanna die today

“Everything okay?”

You quickly locked your phone and threw it inside your purse before making eye contact with Minseok. You nodded a bit too quickly, panic washing over you like a giant wave from the ocean.

“Yeah, everything’s dandy.” you sputtered. Oh, why did this have to happen right now? You silently prayed that everything was going to go well. It had to.

“You sure?”

“Positive. Did you choose something?” Minseok nodded as he handed you a box with a simple black titanium ring. You nodded in approval as he led you to the register.

Your next stop was at Express. You were dying to pick out some new work clothes for him to try on. You assured him (and yourself) that he needed these new pants and this was totally not an excuse for you to check him out.

“Okay, I’ve got three pairs of pants that I think would look absolutely amazing on you and I want you to go try ‘em on.” you said, handing Minseok three hangers. Each hanger had a pair of slacks in different colors hanging from them. He took them from you, shooting you a smirk before walking inside the fitting room stall.

Your eyes widened as Minseok opened the door of the stall. The pants fit absolutely perfectly. The way the fabric hugged his perfect thighs, the color complimenting his white undershirt (which you imagined to be one of his famous white button-downs), it left you practically swooning.

“What do you think?”

You let out a hum in approval before motioning for him to turn around. “Lemme see the goods, hun.” He rolled his eyes before turning around. Your eyes landed on his butt, making you swoon for real. You covered your mouth to hide your obvious enjoyment of the sight before you. And it didn’t help when he gave his butt a mini shake. Still, you couldn’t help but squeal softly.

“You sure today’s not your birthday?” Minseok teased. You tutted as you stood from your spot and walked up to him, giving his butt a light pinch before wrapping your arms around his neck.

“With you, every day’s my birthday.” you answered, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Ugh, I think you ate too much of that egg and cheese for breakfast today.”

“You know you love me.”

“That I do, darling.” Minseok mused before closing the distance between you two. You tangled your hands in his silky black hair as you savored the heavenly taste of his lips. You felt his hands grab your ass as you deepened the kiss, tugging at his hair in response.

As you kissed, you heard your phone chime the same chime that indicated a text from the boys. You decided to ignore it and continue making out with your husband until the phone went off four more times. You scoffed as you broke the kiss, fishing inside of your purse to grab it.

“Is everything okay, hun?” Minseok asked.

“Yeah, fine. Just crap from, uh, ‘work,’” you lied, unlocking the phone. “Go try on the other pants.” Minseok nodded before walking back to the stall. Once the door was closed and locked, you looked down at your messages, worry washing over you once again. What the hell happened now?

operation minseok’s 31st🥳

yee-xing: oh christ yee-xing: (y/n) (y/n) (y/n) jun-bug: you gotta help us yee-xing: please kyung-soup: i am going to kill park chanyeol like my life depends on it (y/n): what the everloving shit happened this time chain-yeol: um i sneezed all over the cake kyung-soup: the custom one u got on wednesday btw (y/n): you. sneezed. on. the. CAKE????? chain-yeol: IM SORRY chain-yeol: I WAS TRYING TO STOP BAEKHYUN FROM KNOCKING IT OVER AND I SAVED IT BUT THEN I SNEEZED nini bear: ur so gross chain-yeol: you too (y/n): i spent 100 dollars on that cake and you fucking sneeze on it?? (y/n): jfc i’m here busy admiring my husband’s sweet sweet ass and u guys are telling me the cake’s ruined? i will murder u all i swear jong-waeeee: ew i don’t wanna hear about minseok’s ass (y/n): shut the fuck up sign ruiner jong-waeeee: I GOT A NEW ONE THOUGH jong-waeeee: YOU’RE SO MEAN bacon: WAIT bacon: (Y/N) WE’LL PAY FOR ANOTHER ONE (y/n): baekhyun you sweet summer child (y/n): I HAD TO PRE-ORDER THAT CAKE 2 WEEKS IN ADVANCE YOU WALNUT bacon: oh bacon: my bad 11 minutes late: W8 W8 I GOT U 11 minutes late: WE CAN STILL EAT IT 11 minutes late: I’LL SPRAY SOME LYSOL ON IT jun-bug: SEHUN DON’T YOU DARE (y/n): sehun honey that just contaminates it even more (y/n): but thank you for trying 11 minutes late: xoxo i try my best yee-xing: how ‘bout we just buy more carvel cakes to match the one you got yesterday up to 100 dollars so it maxes out (y/n): yeah alright fine (y/n): thanks xing ur a life saver (y/n): but don’t throw away the ruined cake i wanna show min what he could have missed out on if CHANYEOL DIDN’T FUCKING SNEEZE ON IT (y/n): WHO SNEEZES ON A CAKE nini bear: only chanyeol (y/n): yep, only chanyeol chain-yeol: y’all are mean. kyung-soup: what u get for sneezing on the cake

You locked your phone, letting out an exasperated sigh. You swore if anything else happened today, you were going to march all the way back home and kill those men. You massaged your temples with your fingers as a means to alleviate your stress. All you wanted was for everything to be perfect for the party; Minseok deserved nothing less than that.

The door of the stall opened, revealing Minseok wearing nothing but the new pair of navy slacks and a devilishly handsome smirk. His smile faded when he saw you with your hands over your face, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down from your stress. He quickly pulled his undershirt on and rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around you comfortingly. With a sigh, you buried your face in his chest, your stress starting to wash away as he began stroking your hair.

You stayed like that for about ten minutes. You eventually calmed down, silently reassuring yourself that everything was going to be fine. You were glad that Minseok did not try to ask you anything since you were afraid you were going to let slip what was waiting for him when you arrive home later in the day.

You let out a small sniffle as you pressed a small kiss on your husband’s exposed shoulder. “I’m so sorry I brought down your mood, Min. The p- ‘w-work,’ is just annoying right now. It’s your birthday, it’s supposed to be a good day.” you mumbled, looking down at your hands.

“Shh, don’t you worry your little head about it,” Minseok assured, kissing your forehead. He tilted your head up and pressed his lips against yours. “All I want is for my baby to be happy today.” You gave him a weak smile and wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling so lucky to have him in your life.

“C’mon, let’s go to the food court. All this stress made me hungry.” you joked, standing from your spot.

“Good idea,” Minseok gave you another kiss before walking back into the changing stall to change back into his regular clothes. “Oh, by the way, buy the pants.” You pumped a fist into the air as you took the hanging articles of clothing into your hands.

You were lucky (and frankly surprised) that nothing else had managed to go wrong today. You were suspicious that you hadn’t gotten any panic-stricken texts from Yixing or Junmyeon, but you couldn’t complain about that. Just to be sure though, you quickly texted Kyungsoo to give you a final update on the state of your house. You sighed in relief when he responded with pictures of your living room, kitchen and backyard decorated just how you envisioned it to be. You sent Kyungsoo a text back thanking him and everyone else profusely for their help.

The clock struck 5, indicating that it was time for you and Minseok to go home. The two of you exited the mall, arms filled with different shopping bags from all the stores you went to during the day. After putting your bags into the backseat of your car, you opened the passenger side of the car and slid in.

“Hm, I was thinking of ordering from that ramen place we tried last week. It was really good, don’t you remember?” Minseok suggested, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

“How ‘bout we wait ‘till we get home to... eat.” you responded, a shit-eating grin almost making its way onto your face.

Minseok hummed softly. “I just wanna spend the rest of the night with you and Tan at home, I hope no one’s planning a surprise party for me,” You tensed slightly at his words, looking out the window to avoid his gaze.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that, hun.” You lied. He shrugged, intertwining his fingers with yours.

When Minseok pulled into your driveway, you shot a quick text to the boys, telling them that you were home. You exited the car quickly, grabbing most of the shopping bags and taking Minseok by the arm, dragging him to the front door.

“Whoa, what’s gotten into you?” he chuckled as you struggled to get your keys out of your purse. Once you got them out and put the house key into the lock, you turned to Minseok and pressed your lips onto his.

“Happy birthday, Min. I love you so much. And I’m so sorry.” you unlocked the front door and pushed it open. You saw Minseok’s eyes widen at the sight of your home. It was filled to the brim with decorations and all of your closest friends holding gifts, balloons and tons of different ice cream cakes.

“SURPRISE!” everyone exclaimed. Minseok’s jaw dropped as he fully took in everything that was happening. He looked over to you with a sly smile, to which you responded with a small shrug.

“I had to, come on.” You giggled, kissing him on the cheek.

“It’s okay, hun. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.” Minseok cupped your face into his hands and pressed his lips onto yours.

“Gross, get a room!” you heard Baekhyun scream. You pulled away from Minseok to flip the younger off.

“Oh! I need to show you the cake I initially got for you but was unfortunately ruined because Chanyeol sneezed on it. Jun, is it in the fridge?” you pulled Minseok in the direction of the kitchen as Junmyeon confirmed the location of the cake.

“He... huh?”

“It was an accident!” Chanyeol whined. You laughed softly to yourself at his childish reaction.

Tonight was gonna be fun.

#xiumin x reader #xiumin x you #minseok x reader #minseok x you #xiumin fluff #minseok fluff #exo fluff #exo #exo scenario #exo scenarios #exo imagine #exo imagines #exo fanfiction #exo au #exo au scenarios #happy birthday xiumin #happy birthday minseok

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wait why do you hate shadow and bone so much💀💀💀 like is it just the show or the whole franchise?

the original Shadow and Bone trilogy is actually one of my favourite series out there, unironically. yeah it’s young adult and it has all the pitfalls that can come with that but there’s so much to it, there’s so much to get into, it touches on so many issues and it does them well. same with the Six of Crows duology. I love these books dearly, and despite Bardugo constantly trying to rewrite what she said for years now, I still love them because I don’t listen to what authors say about their books and I recommend the practise.

I hate the show. the show absolutely sucks, because it’s so blatantly obvious to me that Bardugo is using it to rewrite a series she clearly doesn’t stand by any longer. for years she’s been pulling shit like this, and she even went as far as to write two whole books shitting on people for daring to relate to the series’ villain. I knew from the moment she described the show as “high-budget fanfiction” that it was going to be a complete bastardisation of everything that made both book series what they were, and I was correct. not only has the plot been completely rewritten and both stories are now taking place at the same time, they also cross over in a completely pointless way. it is not the same story. it is literally fanfiction, but the worst kind. this might be high-budget, but it’s low quality. there is no point to any of this, and it has ripped the heart out of the story I love.

the show itself is garbage. it’s filmed terribly, the scenes are short and choppy. earlier today I described it as a bunch of short gifs clipped together and given sound, because each scene is about as long as a gifset. the acting is terrible, and certainly isn’t helped by all the slow mo shots that are clearly just there to make it more giffable. none of the characters are the characters I remember: Alina is suddenly bold and assertive and everyone loves her; Mal is weak and timid and shy; Kaz is laughably awkward and cringey to watch; Jesper is bland and boring; Inej looks like an Instagram model who just wandered into the wrong building. none of them have the personalities I love them for. there’s also a whole bunch of OCs just randomly made up or refitted from existing minor characters and there’s no point to them. the effects are mediocre. there’s lightning in the Fold, for some reason. it’s too crisp, too clean. there’s none of the atmosphere, none of the characterisation, and none of the plot. what is it even supposed to be?

it’s abundantly clear to me that Bardugo is riding this as far as she can. two shitty sequel novels supposedly about Nikolai but in actual fact just shitting on everything she wrote before and riding the coattails of characters that people actually care about (while shitting on her readers for doing so), destroying Zoya’s character development by reducing her to Girlboss™, and finally being involved with this complete insult of an adaption, which can be called an adaption only in as much as the characters share the same names. everything else is completely different, ruined, watered down, and borderline nonsensical even to somebody who’s read the books. it’s embarrassing, she should feel embarrassed, and I hope to god this show is cancelled and everyone moves on so I don’t have to put up with more of this bullshit. like, we get it, Ms Bardugo. you spent too long on Twitter and now you’re worried you’re going to be cancelled for writing a villain that was too sympathetic. you can stop tanking everything good about the series now.

also I’m gonna say it. I think it’s really fucking sketch that they wrote Alina to be non-white for the show, and then in pretty much every scene she’s in, she’s being racially abused. there’s no basis for this in the books, and while I don’t care if people want to cast a non-specified character as a person of colour, I do mind when the only change they keep in mind is that people call her slurs now. it’s just really not a good look, and it looks sketchy as hell.

#they even MADE UP slurs for the show like how is that appropriate??#shadow & groan #anon #asks

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justoneday-namjoonii · 4 years

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color me moonlight | VI preview

☾ • I • II • III • IV • V • VI ☽

› Summary: Some flowers are not to be plucked, for their thorns are far too sharp for any hand to graze, yet, they were chosen. She shined, light radiating from the depths of her soul. She was radiant, powerful – she didn’t know it, but a creature as beautiful she could never be bad. However, he was made to consume the light. For her light was meant to dwell with darkness just as powerful, but far more dangerous.

› release date: sometime this weekend, that’s what I’m aiming for *fingers crossed*

- Flashback -

June 10th, 1981

“Happy birthday Lenny!”

The giggly 6-year-old blew out her candles and smiled when her mother began to cut her a huge piece of cake—probably too big for her little self. The party was a nice change for the rigorous studying Jane has been doing for school. She had just proven her research case study and her senior biochemists and doctors have been wanting nothing more than to work with her in opening her own center.

Unfortunately, after getting her slice of cake and watching Lenny open her presents, she had to get on the computer to work on some things. Jane sits at the living room table while her family watches a movie with Lenny and at times like this, she wishes she was gifted with a mind that required so much work.

“Jane,” Lenny suddenly hops off the couch and runs up to Jane with her new flamingo stuffed animal, “what’re you doing?”

“I have to write this paper that explains a patients condition, I’m sorry I’m doing this on your birthday, my deadline is tonight and I procrastinated,” Jane sits back from her computer and Lenny takes a seat on one of the stools with her poofy purple tutu.

“It’s okay, you always say ‘a doctor has a big responsibility,’ so I get it,” She replies rather maturely with a sweet smile, “I’m not mad.”

“How are you enjoying your day? Did you like the canvas and paint set I bought you?”

“I love it!” She smiles brightly. “How did you know I wanted it?”

“I just knew.” Jane simpers.

“Oh! Oh! I made you something this morning, let me go get it!”

Jane furrows her brows and waits for Lenny to come out.

“Here,” She comes stumbling in with her sketchbook and sits back in her seat, “I saw him in my dreams.”

When Jane looks a the piece of paper, she is at a loss for words. It’s a drawing of a boy in a pond of wilted flowers, a murky looking forest surrounds him, and dead animals lay at his side. This is the darkest drawing Lenny has ever created and it makes Jane’s heart sink at what this dream might mean. “Wow, um...Are those dead animals?”

“Yes, he controls the air...and he takes the energy of living things, it kind of scares me a little bit...” That made Jane even more worried because Lenny’s dreams never scared her. “But just a little, he’s actually a good person. He likes flowers, trees, he especially likes the sunlight.” She smiles.

“So, um, who is he? Does he have a name?”

Lenny hesitates, eyes drifting from Jane to the photo before giggling. “Well, you should know,”

“How would I know?”

“he’s your son.”

He went to work to pick up a few things from his office, but rather than taking his usual means of transportation, he decides to take the subway. Knowing that’s what you used to get around, he hoped that just maybe he might pass you. For a moment he thought he might get recognized, but with a casual hoodie and jeans, he doubts anyone will even notice him.

The crowded subway comes to a sudden stop. People are getting on and some are getting off, he eyes the crowd especially hard, in hopes that he might see you. To his disdain, it’s just a bunch of strangers, no one interesting.

He looks around, watching the woman across from him typing on her phone. Her aura is so gold, it’s glowing transparently around her. That color could mean many different things; happiness, eagerness, jealousy, and even apprehension. It all deepened on the hue, the shade of the aura. Whenever he sees that color, his mind get’s a little foggy, and as soon as that happens, the color begins to fade and that person becomes blurred from his vision.

When he confided in is father about it, he told him to try not to look if it made him feel unwell. That’s when they discovered that his body was reacting to the aura, in what way? They never had the resources to further research it, Jane invented most of the practices that went into making him. Unfortunately, there were some things Taehyung went through physically that his father wouldn’t know where to start in trying to help.

When the subway halts at his stop, he gets off, maneuvering through the crowd so he could start his walk back to his dads place.

It’s so quiet. That’s what he first notices when he walks along the sidewalk. His eyes follow the people walking in all different directions, hoping you might be there. But he’s only fooling himself, if you were around, surely he’d feel your aura.

When he enters his dads home, he sees that he already left to start his work shift. Not enjoying the silence, he trudges over to the couch and turns the TV on. Of course, the news is on and they’re covering the same forecast for the third time today, probably. He turns a def ear to it and leans back, not feeling good enough to start working. The thought that you might have just decided to leave him, it crosses his mind. But you wouldn’t do that, would you? It seems he’s discovered more about his powers in the short time that he’s known you than he has in his entire life.

It might seem too early to say, but he feels like he needs you around. Every fiber in his body seems to crave your presence in your absence. He’s never had this type of draw to someone, not even of his loved ones, not even his father. It’s not a platonic need, not an emotional or physical need, he’s not sure what it is. But ever since you two somehow merged consciousness, he’s felt the need to go back to that part of his dreams. But he doesn't know if he can do it without you.

Selfishly, that’s one of the reason he wants to see you. He thinks that maybe, if you two can connect like that again, you’ll both gain some clarity about who you really are and what you’re capable of.

His eyes try to stay open, but he soon falls victim to sleep almost instantly.

Gasping for air, his lungs expel water and his body jerks forward. When he takes in his surroundings, he’s in what looks like a lake it’s as dark as night. Swimming to the edge, he hoists himself out of it and stands to his feet looking around for some type of familiarity. When he fully takes in the new environment, he’s in forest. Trees and plants arch up, branches and vines hanging on them, ropy and sharp edges on it. None of them bright and bushy with life like one would expect. The leaves are dark, not wilted but dull and heavy.

Cold. He’s ice cold. A sensation he’s never felt in his dreams before.

“What is this place...” He mumbles, arms hugged to his side to supply some warmth to himself. His bare feet drag on the forest floor, it feels so real, it’s hard to grasp that he’s in a dream. Curious to find out what this place is, he tries to turn back to the body of water he came from. Coughing due to the cold temperature, he runs back to the body of water and stops right in front of it.

The lake is frozen over.

“What is this?...” He gets on his knees and looks down at the now icy body of water. Rubbing some of the ice from the top of it, he looks closer and for a moment he sees a light. Something familiar, warm. When he tries to get a better look, the ice breaks under his weight, a sound that nearly shreds his eardrums before the cold abyss swallows him whole.

When he opens his eyes, he’s in a same darkness he had been in with you, and he’s completely dry, not a drop of water on him.

Warmth.

He looks around, affirming that this place looks similar, but the plants are thriving bright green, fruit is growing abundantly. Everything looks dewy, ripe—nothing he’s ever seen before.

Light. The farther he walks towards it, the more it calls him—draws him in. He’s running, he’s running towards it. The closer he gets, the better he can see a silhouette, it looks like your silhouette.

“Y/n?...” He whispers, eyes narrowing when he notices you grow further away from him when he tries to get closer. “Y/n!” Desperately, he calls your name.

Why aren’t you looking back at him, can’t you hear him?

When he manages to get close enough to the ambiance surrounding you, he can only see the form of your body, almost appearing bare. It’s obvious that he’s not making any progress trying to follow you, so he stops, that’s when you stop moving.

“Y/n...” He’s entranced in the intense glow emitting from your aura, just trying to make out your frame. Suddenly, you start to look around, head turning left to right, as if you weren’t sure where you were. All while you obliviously look around, he’s thrumming in desperation to get closer. Physically, his energy responds so strongly to you.

He can’t take the distance anymore, he takes a step towards you and he cringes when you release a bloodcurdling screech.

Your body collapses and all he sees is darkness.

The warmth from your presence ceases, and he’s cold once again.

#bts mutant au #bts supernatural au #bts hybrid au #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #BTS au #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts imagines #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #taehyung hybrid #taehyung #taehyung mutant au #taehyung supernatural au #taehyung smut #color me moonlight

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j-elaine-hyde · 4 years

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The Townie

Part Two

Chris Evans / Reader / Henry Cavill

All writing is my own original work, it is not posted or to be posted on any other platform. K Thanx bye. Enjoy!

After a few minutes of laughing at Henry stuck in the corner, he finally broke free from the insistent woman in the purple dress, and made his way towards your group. By this time the three of you had moved away from the bar line, drinks in hand and were huddled on the outskirts of the party.

His gorgeous face was beaming as he approached. He gently tugged on the lapels of his tux, brushing off his last encounter.

“There he is... glad to see you survived mate.” Chris was chuckling as he took a sip of his drink, his hand still resting on the small of your back, signaling to Henry he had claimed you as his. “Ladies... Henry Cavill. Henry, this is y/n, and her friend, the lovely Marki.”

Marki’s eyes were as big as saucers, her chest heaving with excitement. It was abundantly clear she was trying her hardest to stay calm, but was starting to fail. Henry took her hand and kissed it, their eyes locking as he did. Chris pulled you ever so slightly closer, squeezing your side, giving you a knowing look that he was happy your friends seemed interested in each other.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Marki.” He continued holding her hand, as her eyebrows rose, her opposite hand gently balled up, clutching at her her heart.

She was at a complete loss for words.

Chris cleared his throat.

Still holding Marki’s hand, Henry turned towards you, “Where are my manners.... Y/n... I’ve heard so much about you already. It’s nice to meet you. You made quite the impression on my friend here.”

You immediately looked at Chris who’s eyes were wide as he sipped his drink, his friend letting on too much information.

“It’s nice to meet you Henry.” You smiled politely, you could feel your cheeks growing hot as the idea of Chris gushing to his friend about you made you blush.

“I can’t believe you’re here, we got roped into making appearances and auctioning off a dinner to the highest bidder... I was actually going to ask you to be my date tonight, but someone already had other plans.... I can’t tell you how excited I am that you’re here.” Chris smiled at you, genuinely happy to have you at his side.

“How is it that the two most gorgeous women here don’t have dates? Did you know we were going to be here?” Henry’s eyes were locked on Marki.

“Surprisingly no. We’re even on the planning committee. We heard there might be some exciting things added to the auction last minute, but we had no idea it was the two of you...” You looked back and forth between Chris and Henry.

“Well it’s must be fate then.” Henry responded without taking his gaze away from your friend.

“We should find our seats, I hope you don’t mind if we crash your table...” Chris gestured out at the sea of linen covered tables with his drink.

Marki finally found her words, “We’ll make it work. I can’t guarantee someone won’t be upset, but we’ll make it work.”

Henry offered his arm to Marki, she happily looped hers through his, shooting you an excited grin as he led her away.

“I think it’s safe to say they hit it off...shall we?” Chris gave you a wink and a smile as the two of you followed, his hand permanently planted around your waist.

The two men joined you at your table, the four of you were making introductions to the other guests at the table when the woman in the purple dress approached.

“Oh no no no.... you gentleman are sitting with me at the table up front.” She huffed, looking annoyed, giving you and Marki disdainful glances before changing her face to a fake smile at Chris and Henry.

“That’s alright... we’re perfectly fine here with our dates, no need to change anything now.” Henry leaned back in his chair, placing his arm around the back of Marki’s seat.

“I see... well I guess I didn’t realize you had dates... and with Y/n and Marki... how nice.” She was seething.

“Thanks for being so understanding Paula... We couldn’t possibly be rude and abandon our beautiful dates.” Chris looked at you and again winked, like it was your little secret. “You understand...” his smile faded as he looked back to the frustrated woman named Paula, in the purple dress.

“Of course... I just thought big stars like yourselves should have the honor or sitting at the head table...” she tried to sound calm through gritted teeth.

“Ahhh, we don’t need special treatment. We’re just here with our girls. Happy to help raise money of course.” Chris remained calm, cool, and collected.

Finally realizing she wasn’t going to be joined at dinner by the two of them, she conceded. “Of course, well enjoy your evening gentleman.” She turned on her heels and headed back to her table.

“She’s pissed!” Marki laughed.

The four of you laughed and talked throughout dinner. It was obvious that Marki and Henry were hitting it off quite nicely...

“Should we go take a look at the silent auction items before they shut it down?” Chris leaned closer to you, speaking in hushed tones. Marki made eye contact, beaming at you, eyes wide in disbelief as he did.

You turned your face towards Chris, he was almost close enough to kiss. You swallowed hard and smiled.

“Yea... lets go.” You nodded.

He stood up and straightened his tux, “If you’ll excuse us, we’re going to go check out the auction items, we’ll be back.”

He offered his hand to you with a sweet smile, his incredible blue eyes shining. You happily placed yours in his. He held on to it as you both made your way to the long line of tables holding the silent auction items.

“See anything interesting?” He asked as he squeezed your hand quickly.

“I don’t know... there’s a couple things here and there, but nothing I can’t live without.”

Just then Chris stopped at an item and picked up the information sheet.

“What do you think? Would you do this with me?” His face lit up with excitement as he handed you the piece of paper.

It was a romantic getaway for two at a private home in East Hampton.

“Wanna runaway to the Hampton’s with me?” He winked at you as you handed the sheet back to him.

“I’d love to.” You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his left arm as he wrote his name and his bid on the bid sheet.

“That outta do it...” he laughed.

You looked down at the bid sheet, the previous bid was at $700 dollars... Chris had hiked it up to $5,000.

You looked at him suddenly with wide eyes.

“It’s for a good cause...” he shrugged.

You shook your head and laughed silently in disbelief. The two of you continued down the tables, walking hand in hand.

“Ohhh... lets do this too.” He smiled at you holding up the info sheet so you could see it, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer.

You read the information sheet, it was a package for couples lessons. Cooking, dancing, painting, and massage.

You looked back up at Chris, a sly smile on your face, you remained silent.

“I think it’d be fun to do all this stuff with you. Too soon? If you don’t...”

You interrupted him. “I think it’d be fun. We should do it.”

Again he way over bid to ensure he was the winner.

You wrote your name down on a ladies spa day for you and Marki, before heading back to the table, just in time for dessert.

Paula took to the stage, clearing her throat in the microphone before announcing that the silent auction was now over and the live auction would begin in 5 minutes.

You were politely listening to a story being told to the table by a very nice older woman when Chris leaned in again to your ear.

“Have I told you lately how incredible you look tonight? I thought you were gorgeous at the bar... but tonight you’re absolutely stunning. I can’t take my eyes off of you... thank you for letting us crash your evening.” He squeezed your hand gently in his.

You turned quickly looking at him, underestimating just how close he was, your lips suddenly planting on his. Both of your eyes were wide in surprise. You watched his slowly close, as he leaned in further, deepening the kiss, his hand sliding into your hair, gently clutching your face.

The kiss ended as the two of you slowly pulled away, opening your eyes to lock onto each other. Smiles crossing your faces. Your blissful moment was interrupted by the elderly woman siting to Chris’s left.

“It’s so nice to see such a happy loving young couple.”

Chris politely said ‘thank you’ as Paula once again took the stage.

Henry, who was sitting on your right turned to gestured for you to come closer.

“Listen, I’ve got a plan. Tell Chris. Marki is going to bid on dinner with me, and you need to bid on dinner with Chris. We’ll pay whatever the bid gets to, just don’t let that Paula woman get the highest bid.”

You laughed at his seriousness and nodded your head yes, “Ok. Sounds like a plan.”

Turning to Chris still laughing he looked at you, curious what Henry had said that made you laugh. You whispered the plan to him, ending it with a kiss on his neck below his ear.

He scooted his chair closer to the table and shifted in his seat towards you. He turned your chin to respond.

“You’re not allowed to kiss me there unless we’re alone.” He glanced down at his lap and flashed his eyes.

You laughed and covered your mouth with your hand.

“I’m sorry... kind of...” you laughed as you whispered your apology.

He shook his head and stifled laughter before winking back at you.

Henry leaned back and reached around the back of your chair smacking Chris on the arm to get his attention. Henry gave him a thumbs up with a questioning look on his face.

Chris nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

You were taking a sip of your drink when Paula made eye contact with you from the stage, she gave you a defiant glare.

“Get your wallets ready ladies... I’m going to announce our next two super exciting items together before bidding starts separately. I’m sure you’ve all noticed that in our presence tonight, we have THE incredible Chris Evans, and the equally as incredible Mr. Henry Cavill. These two gentlemen have graciously donated their time and are allowing us to auction off a dinner date with each one of them!”

Chris and Henry awkwardly stood up and waved the crowd as they clapped and women hollered. A scream of excitement roared throughout the building as Paula announced the win a date with movie stars auction.

You watched Henry squeeze Marki’s hand as Paula announced his dinner date auction would begin first. He gave her a quick kiss on the top of her head as he was called to the stage by Paula.

“Let’s begin the bidding at $100.” She began. Every paddle in the room went up before a loud woman in the back stood up and yelled ‘One thousand dollars!’

Henry politely smiled and gestured towards her before quickly glancing at Marki.

“Do I hear $1,100?” Paula has barely finished speaking when Marki raised her paddle.

The bidding rapidly escalated and was now increasing by $500 increments before the loud woman in back yelled out again, ‘Five thousand dollars!’

Again Henry smiled and waved before wide eyes smiling at Marki and attempting to slyly shake his head yes, telling her to continue the bid.

Marki stood up, surprising the hell out of you, as she was normally a little more timid, and shouted out, “Six thousand dollars.”

The woman at the back of the room was clearly pissed, she shouted out “You’re already eating dinner with him! Sit down blondie! Ten thousand dollars!”

A loud gasp by the entire room was followed by oohs and ahhs. The entire room was looking at Marki, she was looking at Henry. He slumped his shoulders a little and gave a tiny shake of his head ‘no’ signaling Marki to sit down. Paula slammed the gavel down on the podium.

“SOLD! Reba has just won dinner with Henry Cavill for TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS! Let’s hear it for Reba everyone!”

Henry politely clapped and waved as he jogged down the steps of the stage, making a beeline for the table.

“Guess it’s mine turn... jack up that bidding babe... I need to go for more than Henry, and I’ll pay up to 20k.” He gave you a peck on the cheek as Paula announced his name.

To be continued...

#romance #fiction #fanfic #chris evans #henry cavill

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Hi, sorry. So I am new to the st/efvater world, and I've only read one of her books (raven boys), and like I see you posting stuff about her a lot, but only like little bits and pieces, and I feel like I'm missing something and don't understand what's going on cause I'm not really in the fandom; I've just read one book, and don't really know anything about her. I'm sorry, this is rambling mess, but if you could enlighten me a little bit I would appreciate it.

OK I took a while to respond and I’m gonna try to be objective and polite but there isn’t a whole lot of objective politeness in this soul of mine, but I will try.

Maggie St/efvater (I only spell it that way so it doesn’t show up in her tag and annoy people, I’ll just call her Maggie for the rest of this post) is this fairly popular YA author, and she wrote the Wolves of Mercy Falls series, the Scorpio Races, and the Raven Cycle. Her writing is very good (I have some bones to pick about it as a writer but mostly it’s pretty good) and the Raven Cycle in particular has gained a big fandom because it’s an excellent series. I guess you would know cause you’ve read TRB- the concept is unique, it has cool magic stuff, there’s fascinating character concepts, and the teenagers do a lot of realistic teenager stuff like being annoying and cursing and either doing their homework or not, etc. And if I haven’t made it abundantly clear with my posts, a lot of us in the fandom fell in love with the main characters for many reasons, but especially because they represent parts of ourselves that aren’t often represented. Abuse victims who don’t react in a Good Abuse Victim way, poor teenagers who scrape and claw to get out of their shitty towns, mentally ill kids who have ugly unpleasant symptoms, girls who are feminists but whose feminism is a little messy because they grow up in a terrible small town, etc.

Unfortunately, the development of the Raven Cycle fandom online, like the development of ANY goddamn fandom on the accursed Internet, led to some gross pockets of fandom. In the second book, an abusive character called Ka/vinsky shows up, and some heavy subtext suggests that he’s gay and into one of the main characters, Ronan. He’s absolutely awful and monstrous to Ronan and the others, but you know how fandom is, they started shipping it and being like “Ka/vinsky’s just a misunderstood cinnamon roll uwu” and generally being the worst about it. Additionally, some parts of fandom started hating on the two lower-class characters, Adam and Blue, for not always being sweet and nice about the class privilege of all their wealthy friends, and for reacting "badly” to literal abuse and sexism. so the fandom is a mess, yeah

In the second and third books, also, (spoiler alert I guess? I mean if you follow my blog you can’t avoid knowing this haha) it’s suggested and then made all but direct canon, that Ronan is gay and has a crush on Adam. So, like, everyone shipped it because they’re a great ship and it was pretty obvious it was gonna be made canon in book four.

But Maggie interacts a lot with the fandom online, and obviously the clashing of fandom issues like this with any author would lead to some mess, but the way she treated it was....... terrible. She would make jokes about Ronan being Gansey’s “dog” and things like that. She milked the whole “writing a gay character” thing for all it was worth, and would never really say “hey, Adam and Ronan are a romantic thing” but would hint at it constantly, which, if you don’t know, is agonizing to watch when you’re desperate for any representation of your identity. She eventually said “I realize you guys are used to being baited, so don’t worry, the ‘other kiss’ will be between the people you hope it’ll be between” or something like that. And she would talk about Ronan being gay, but never address whether Adam was bi, and god forbid those words were used in the books. In the fourth book, although they do actually kiss and presumably get together, they don’t talk about it, and they never use the words “gay” or “bisexual.” Her excuse was that she’s writing for a world without labels. Leaving aside that that’s bullshit and a straight* woman doesn’t get to say that when we are out here in a homophobic world and saying our labels out loud is a sign of pride, she actually didn’t write a world without labels. The aforementioned Ka/vinsky is constantly using homophobic slurs to describe Ronan, boys at the private school make homophobic jokes, Adam’s dad makes lowkey homophobic remarks, etc. So labels are OK if they’re nasty and negative and used against you, but you’re never allowed to say who you are out loud.

When she gets called out on this whole mess- or a number of other things**- her response is to block people, tell people “if you are hostile one more time you’ll be blocked,” to reply to private posts by teenagers, to sic her army of clueless fans on young LGBT mentally ill readers, to claim that she’s being bullied and attacked, to make vague posts talking about “callout culture” and how it’s mature to avoid “discourse,” etc. I talked a while back about how I’ve made several fully thought-out posts critiquing her, but when I sent her a polite ask about her next book, she replied linking me to one of my own joke posts about “hating” her, making it clear that she apparently has me down on some sort of list of haters or something. And at least she responded privately, so that her other fans didn’t attack me, which has happened to other younger fans before.

She claims to be an ally, but she only really wants the ally points. She’ll talk your ear off about how brave she is for “writing an on-page queer relationship” as a straight woman, but when actual queer teenagers critique her for the way she writes it, she throws a fit and absolutely refuses to listen. She doesn’t want to do the work.

Additionally, she is writing a follow-up series called “the dreamer trilogy” which she drops constant hints about on her social media. It will center on Ronan (naturally, because she’s admitted Ronan is her self-insert and has butchered his character development for the sake of giving him a life identical to hers and fulfilling her fantasies of driving fast cars 24/7 and being an asshole with no consequences) and she’s making it increasingly obvious that none of the other characters we all fell in love with will feature at all. And basically any plotllines we enjoyed, she scraps (often out of spite?), and any plotlines we hate, she makes sure to write tons about (I’m talking about the magical artifact community. No one cares. We started reading for the house of psychics and Glendower and Gwenllian, not the fucking Greenmantles and their haunted doll babies or whatever).

The fandom obviously responded with like “ooh! more Pynch!” because like, fandoms like ships, but ALSO BECAUSE some of us are goddamn LGBT teenagers who are starving for representation and we want to see that “on page queer relationship” she brags about. And yet, at every opportunity, she makes remarks like, “This won’t be a romance. It won’t be the cuddle trilogy. It won’t have relationship drama, that doesn’t interest me. It won’t be fanservice. It won’t be lovey dovey, it won’t be cute, etc.” No, I don’t want fanservice or drama or the cuddle trilogy. But given her history, when Maggie says shit like that, I get worried, as someone who’s been baited a thousand times before. Doesn’t anyone see how awful it is to dangle representation like this? To say “ooh, look, someone who has the same identity as you? Juuuust kidding I’m not writing about it?” She can’t just say what we want to hear, which is “Adam will be there. I’ll say the word gay. I’ll say the word bisexual. Their relationship will be treated as real as Blue and Gansey’s or as any other relationship I write. Not the main focus of the plot, but THERE.” Because she’s not GOING to do any of those things, because writing actual gay relationships makes her uncomfortable. But she can’t say that or she’ll lose her sales.

And when she says all this bullshit about “I won’t write a romance” she gets so much FUCKING praise from her straight readers who think she’s the sun and fucking stars because their shit brand of feminism thinks all romances are equal and romance is insipid drivel and that a feminist book, apparently, is one token white girl who has a pink switchblade being sort-of in the background of a bunch of rich boys fucking around. I’m not saying I didn’t like that very book and that I don’t love that girl and her switchblade, but Maggie has to actually LEARN and IMPROVE and not go backwards. If she wants all this credit for gay representation, she has to actually write gay representation. And if not, I’m not congratulating her for “not writing relationship drama!!!!” because all that says to me is “yuck, I’m not writing gay stuff.” She says “relationship drama doesn’t interest me” and yet she wrote pages upon pages of Blue’s mother making out with a hit man. Relationship drama sure does seem to interest her. This isn’t her taking a Stand against romance, it’s her finding a way to make homophobia seem cool and progressive.

So yeah. That’s why she pisses me off.

*I know I know, “she’s never said her sexuality! How can you call her straight?” On the off chance she’s bisexual (she’s married to a man with kids), that doesn’t excuse her homophobic bullshit. She’s acting like an asshole straight person so yeah I’m gonna call her straight.

**Here are some other problems she’s been called out for and her bullshit reactions:

-Blue is basically the only female character and has no female friends or anything. Maggie says “well none of them had friends!” OK so why isn’t there another girl in the group? Why is her family the only other women who have page time besides villains and other relatives of main characters?

-Gansey gives Adam a lot of grief for not being fond of Gansey’s wealth, but Adam never makes Gansey apologize for blaming Adam for the abuse he endured? Maggie doesn’t have a comment on this, I don’t think.

-In book four, Ronan and Adam make racist jokes at the expense of the One (1) character of color, Henry Cheng. Maggie didn’t address this outright because “spoilers” but made a post about it saying that it wasn’t meant to be a racist joke, it was a throwback to some random joke from book one, and any good reader would know that.

-Blue isn’t a very intersectional feminist, which is fine, but it’s never really addressed, apparently because “all the characters are damn fools!” Who never get any character development except for Adam whose development essentially consists of “I stopped being prejudiced against the rich!” (and lots of other personal things but still)

Yeah, that’s about all I can think of. This didn’t end up being very neutral but I have class in 10 minutes and yeah this is hella long I just wanted to get it all out. I hope I don’t get shit for this, but you know what, anons? Go ahead, send me stuff saying I’m a nasty bitch and should stay away from fandom for criticizing poor Maggie. I don’t even care.

OH AND THEBROKENBREAKINGSEAS: THANK YOU FOR YOUR QUESTION. I know I answered in a horrifically mean tone but that ISN’T directed towards you, you were just asking! Don’t take my words at face value, I’m super biased. If you’re interested, you can go read Maggie’s blog and Twitter account, or other fans’ essays on this, etc. I’m glad you asked! And thanks for still following me after all this stuff haha. I’m normally... nicer? I think? Thanks again.

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