#//need to use scare tactics on her lol

[belovedblossoms-m]

@sleeplesswork

She’s just like me honestly

[sleepyhoon]

TWO MOONS - L.HS

pairing. plug!heeseung x reader

genre. smut, 18+ content, one shot, drabble. MDNI!

word count. 4k+

warnings. drug & alcohol consumption, partying, swearing, sex while intoxicated, short smut [ dry humping, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), fingering ]

synopsis. based off of this hard thought! plug!heeseung who likes you so much that he's convinced himself that you're kinda evil.

a/n. sorry this took so long lol hope u enjoy regardless :) no part 2 so plss dont request it but maybe some drabbles!! also not fully proofread so pls disregard any typos or grammatical errors hehe

Never in his life did Heeseung predict he’d be getting bitched around by a girl arguably much shorter, physically weaker, and far less intimidating than him. And yet here he was, shirtless in his kitchen at two in the morning on his third attempt of baking edibles all because you were too scared to smoke a little weed. 

Fucking ridiculous.

It’s his own fault, really, he should’ve known that innocent, good girl persona you put on was all an act you use to control people – specifically men. Stirring the dessert batter in the mixing bowl, Heeseung shakes his head at the memory of you tilting your head and batting your eyelashes at him as you spoke, your perfectly manicured nails – that you probably got some desperate bitchboy to pay for – tracing and lightly scratching his bicep.

“So,” you started, dragging out the ‘o’, “how much do you charge for edibles?”

Heeseung shakes his head, tracing the rim of his half-empty red solo cup as he responds, “Edibles aren’t my forte. You don’t smoke?”

“Not my forte,” you say in a mocking tone, making Heeseung chuckle. “It’s just too much, you know? The smell, how quick it kicks in…not for me. But, uh, if you don’t make them I’ll stop wasting your time, then.” You give Heeseung a friendly pat on the shoulder before turning on your heels, fully prepared to disappear back into the party and find someone who actually meets your needs.

“Wait!” Heeseung stops you, tugging on your arm until you’re back to facing him. He can’t fucking believe this bullshit manipulation tactic you’re using on him is actually working, he’s literally pulling on your arm like a child so you won’t leave him.

You raise a brow at him as you wait for Heeseung to continue, taking note of his sudden nervousness, “Yeah?”

“Uh…are you into, like, brownies? Or…”

The smirk you gave in response said enough, you’ve got him exactly where you want him.

He’d spent the next few hours browsing the aisles of Target, checking his phone every so often and checking off each ingredient as he tossed them into the bright red shopping cart. To make matters worse, you hadn’t even requested normal brownies, you wanted some shit he’d hardly ever heard of before: blondies. 

It was bad enough that Heeseung already couldn’t bake for shit, and here you were demanding he’d make something he’d never even tasted before; you really are a master manipulator.

His third and final attempt at baking the blondies were a success, his three roommates taste-testing the fresh batch as a final confirmation.

“I can’t even taste it,” Jake says, his brows shooting up in delight, “you sure you’re not forgetting the main ingredient?”

“That’s the whole point,” Heeseung explains, cutting the remaining batch into neat squares, “YN doesn’t want the taste to be too strong, she likes when it’s more subtle and takes awhile to kick in.”

“Are you her wife or her plug?” Sunghoon jokes from his spot on the couch, taking a small bite of his own blondie.

“Neither,” Jay inserts himself into the conversation, taking a seat next to Sunghoon, “I’m sure he wants to be both, though.”

“Fuck off,” Heeseung snaps, momentarily narrowing his eyes at his roommates. “We just met, I’m just trying to get to know her.” He sets the knife down, reaching into the wooden cabinet to retrieve ziplock bags.

“You’re already her bitch, what else is there to know?” Sunghoon half-jokes, resting his feet on the ottoman.

“I am not her bitch.”

He totally is, if the way he’s hurrying to send you a picture of the freshly made blondies is anything to go by.

Heeseung * 2:47 AM

[Attachment: 1 Image] Yooo

YN * 9:06 AM

omggggg  ur the fucking best how much??

You didn’t respond until the following morning, causing Heeseung to nearly jump out of his skin once he woke up to your texts. He turns on his side, elbow propped up against the mattress as he formulates a response.

Heeseung * 10:31 AM

1 for 10 or 2 for 15. venmo or cashapp But lmk if you want more 

YN * 10:40 AM

no cash? :(

Heeseung’s about to go on a long winded explanation about how money transferring apps are quicker and more convenient than accepting cash when you interrupt him by sending a photo.

YN * 10:41 AM 

[Attachment: 1 Image] plsssss i don’t trust cashapp and ive been having issues w my venmo acc :(

It’s a photo of the bottom half of your face, lips formed into a cute pout with your camera angled low enough to show off your cleavage. You weren’t even trying to be discreet, setting your forearm underneath your chest to make your boobs sit higher, the cheetah print material of your bra peeking out from under your too-small tank top.

Heeseung swallows hard, staring down at the photo with his pupils blown wide as his trembling fingers type out a response.

Heeseung * 10:50 AM

Actually you know what don’t even worry about it lmao Consider it a gift When r u free for pickup Or i can bring to u Either or is fine lol

YN * 10:59 AM

omg :o are u sure?  don’t want u to lose out on money >.<

Heeseung * 11:11 AM

It’s fine dw about me baby U picking up? Or want me to drop off On campus is too risky

YN * 11:12 AM

thank u hee!!!!!!! im done with classes around 4:30 i’ll pick up around then if that works also u responded at 11:11…angel number u must be my angel :o

There you go again with your subtle manipulation tactics that Heeseung swears won’t work on him. If there really is angel out of the two of you, it definitely wouldn’t be you, but Heeseung’s not too sure he’d be considered one either. After all, in the twelve minutes it took him to respond to your message, he spent ten of them fucking into his fist as he stared at the photo you sent.

His mind conjured up countless scenarios; leaving hickeys and bite marks across your chest, slipping his dick between your tits as you held them together for him, cumming all over them, fucking anything. Desperate wasn’t even the word.

Heeseung * 11:13 AM

Must be :)

After a month and a half of being your personal baker slash bitchboy, Heeseung really is convinced that you’re using him, yet he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything he’s grateful, fully aware that if it weren’t for him being your plug, the two of you likely never would’ve crossed paths despite attending the same universities.

There wasn’t an ounce of school spirit in his body, so he had little to no urgency to attend any of the sporting events you cheered at or one of the many school-sponsored events you were required to attend. Meeting you at that party not too long ago had been his first encounter with you ever, and you clearly left him with a great first impression on him.

Since that night, he’s found himself conjuring up a new batch of edibles for you every week; brownies, cupcakes, cereal bars, whatever the fuck you wanted, and half the time he’d do it for free if it meant he got to give it to you in person.

He still hasn’t convinced you to actually smoke, though, but maybe it’s for the best. The mere thought of getting high with you and how you’d stare him down with half-lidded eyes was enough to make his dick hard — in fact, it already has. Several times.

Enough time has passed to the point where it’s obvious to everyone, yourself included, that Heeseung has genuine feelings for you that go beyond a physical and sexual attraction. Sure, he’s still convinced that you’re a little bit evil and definitely manipulative, but he considers it part of the fun. He’s also deluded himself into having the “I can fix her” mindset that he’s been using to justify his actions of ignoring your red flags.

However, even if he can’t “fix” you, it wouldn’t be a huge loss. Red is his favorite color, after all.

“You sound…crazy, and she sounds crazier,” Jake leans against the kitchen counter, raising a concerned brow at Heeseung as he takes a sip of his drink.

“I’m not crazy,” Heeseung corrects, “and YN is…I don’t know, honestly. Leave her alone, dipshit.”

Jake throws a hand up in defense, glaring when a fellow partygoer accidentally bumps into him, nearly causing him to spill his drink. “Rather be a dipshit than a bitchboy.” He mutters loud enough for Heeseung to hear before groaning, “Wow, speak of the devil.”

Heeseung turns, following Jake’s line of sight until he spots you walking through the front door. Stunning as always, your khaki mini skirt and black halter top fitting as if they were custom designed for you and only you.

Despite extending you an invitation to Sunghoon’s birthday party, Heeseung was fairly certain you wouldn’t show up tonight, assuming you’d be consumed with cheer practice or one of your many extracurricular activities to attend. Yet, here you were, a wicked grin on your face as you made eye contact with Heeseung.

He gulps in return, eyes wide as he watches you walk over to him and Jake.

You stand beside Heeseung, shooting him a quick smile before directing your attention to Jake, “Sunghoon! Happy birthday, king!”

Jake side-eyes you, briefly glancing at Heeseung before responding, “I’m not…you know what? Nevermind, thanks.” He takes this as an opportunity to exit the conversation, giving Heeseung a light pat on the shoulder as he leaves.

“Didn’t think you’d be here.” Heeseung comments, leaning against the kitchen countertop.

You shrug, “Wasn’t doing anything else, figured it wouldn’t hurt to stop by for a little. Besides, I wanted to see you.”

“Yeah?” Heeseung asks, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Yeah,” you respond, taking a step closer and resting your hand on his bicep, “got anything for me?”

Fuck, Heeseung knew he should’ve made another batch of brownies or some shit. He seriously hadn’t been expecting you to show up tonight, otherwise he would’ve been prepared.

He shakes his head, “Not this time, you should’ve told me you were coming; I would’ve made something.”

You groan, momentarily tilting your head back, “I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Consider me surprised,” his hand lands on your waist, pulling your body until your flush against him, “why won’t you just smoke with me?”

You grimace, shaking your head in response.

Heeseung rolls his eyes, “Just once? I know your first time wasn’t that great, but, I really think you’d like it if you tried again.”

“I don’t know, Hee…”

“Tell you what,” Heeseung starts, clearing his throat, “smoke with me just this once, and your next few purchases are on me.”

It isn’t much of an offer considering most of the shit he gave you was either free or already extremely discounted, but your eyes light up regardless. “Really?”

Heeseung nods, “I swear.”

You think it over for a moment, the pros instantly outweigh the cons and lead you to accept Heeseung’s desperate offer. 

A few minutes later, you find yourself in a comfortable lounge chair with Heeseung in his backyard, grateful that the remaining partygoers opted to stay indoors, giving you privacy and alone time with him.

You’re sitting sideways on his lap, trying your best to ignore the feeling of his dick pressing right against your ass, neatly rolled blunt in one hand as he uses the other to fish a lighter from his pocket. “You’re nervous,” he comments.

You shake your head, “I’m not.”

“You are, I feel you shaking.”

“I’m fine, just kinda cold. Go on.”

Heeseung studies you for a moment, eye contact strong and intimidating as ever as he brings the blunt to his parted lips. You watch carefully as he brings the lighter towards the tip, focusing entirely too much on the concentrated look on his face as he lights it. Slowly, he begins to rotate it as the end continues to burn, taking a few small puffs here and there.

Satisfied with his creation, Heeseung takes a long, slow drag, inhaling the smoke into his lungs before titling his head away to exhale.

“Your turn,” he says, offering you the blunt.

You hesitantly stare down at it before accepting; it was intimidating to say the least, the scent alone strong enough to make your head hurt. Heeseung watches you patiently, eyes darting between your lips and the blunt in silence.

Deciding you need a little bit of encouragement, he brings his thumb to your lips, parting them slightly as his free-hand wraps around your wrist, “You’ll be fine, trust me.” 

Under the guidance of his calloused hand, you finally bring the blunt up to your lips and briefly inhale before immediately exhaling.

Heeseung chuckles, shaking his head, “How’d that feel?”

You ponder for a moment, passing the blunt back to Heeseung, “I don’t feel anything. Literally nothing.”

“I mean, yeah, you didn’t even inhale it.”

You roll your eyes, “Why are there so many steps? This is why I prefer edibles.”

“I’m just showing you that you have other options, babe.”

“Yeah, well I’m sticking to my baked goods. You can have the rest of that, I don’t want anymore.”

Heeseung’s well aware that you’re a woman of your word, and the chances of you ever smoking again were a definite zero, so trying to get you to change your mind was pointless. However, there is one thing that may just work on you.

“Mind if I try something?”

You perk up, “Try what?”

“I do all the work but you still get high.”

You raise a brow, “That’s possible?”

He nods, “All you’d have to do is take deep breaths.”

Taking a deep breath, you accept Heeseung’s offer with a sigh, resting a hand on his shoulder as you adjust yourself on his lap. “Fine.”

Here goes nothing.

He guides the blunt back to his lips, taking a long drag as he holds the smoke in his mouth. He tilts his head upward towards you, taking your chin in his hand, signaling for you to part your lips. You follow his command and part your lips open, just enough for Heeseung to close the distance and allow the smoke into your mouth, his lips barely brushing against yours in the process.

You take in a deep breath, eyes closed shut and inhale the smoke, careful not to exhale too quickly and have a repeat of your previous attempt.

“How was that?” Heeseung asks, taking note of your sudden silence.

Truthfully, it wasn’t bad. The smell is still too strong for your liking and requires much more effort than biting off a piece of dessert and calling it a day, but it wasn’t bad. You’re certain that Heeseung shotgunning it into your mouth only added to the experience.

“Not bad,” you admit, “probably because you did all the work.”

He chuckles at that, “I’ll always take care of you, remember that.”

Heeseung is having the time of his life, thoroughly convinced that he finally has some power over you. Here you were sitting on his lap in his backyard letting him blow smoke into your mouth. Sure, it may have taken a lot of convincing and begging on his end to get to this point, but none of that matters; baby steps are still movement.

As if the night couldn’t have gotten any better, you’re asking Heeseung to shotgun more smoke into your mouth over and over. He’s careful to maintain a calm and nonchalant demeanor as he does so, not wanting to come off as too eager out of fear of scaring you away. Or even worse, giving you back that power you have over him.

On the fifth time, you swipe your tongue across Heeseung’s bottom lip when he passes the smoke into your mouth, a low groan escaping from him in the process. He’s fully hard in his jeans by now, and there’s no way you can’t feel his dick pressing right into you. Despite the cold weather, your entire body feels warm all over, Heeseung only adding to the pleasure.

You should’ve taken Heeseung a bit more seriously when he said you’d still get high from this; after a few minutes, your limbs were already starting to feel lighter and weaker. A delicate, cloud-like haze fills your head; your vision blurs slightly and it takes a few minutes for you to fully relax.

Heeseung, attentive as ever, remains silent and still has he watches you; primarily due to the fact that you squirming around on his lap is only adding to the uncomfortable tightness in his jeans. One wrong move, and he’d surely be cumming in his boxers.

You rest your forehead against Heeseung, pressing a firm hand against his chest when he moves to blow more smoke into your mouth. He hums, staring up at with a concerned look on his face.

You close your eyes, mumbling, “Heeseung…”

He hums again in response, still holding the smoke in his mouth.

You open your eyes briefly before closing them again, balling up the collar of his shirt in your fist as you lean down to press your lips against his. He opens his mouth on instinct, as if it were a second nature, parting his lips slightly and exhaling the smoke into your mouth once again.

Heeseung absentmindedly sets the blunt down, his hands moving to your waist to pull you closer to him until your tits are pressed right up against his chest. He groans into your mouth at the feelings, tilting his head to allow himself further into your mouth. 

You cup his face in your hands, hips moving forward as you slowly begin to grind yourself against him. “Fuck,” he moans in a low voice, “keep doing that.”

You grind down harsher this time, capturing his moan in your mouth in the process. With each movement of your hips, a shiver descends down your spine at the friction; Heeseung is painfully hard, and from what you could feel, he was definitely packing. Bigger than what you would’ve expected.

It all feels too good; you grinding against him, the state of his high, your tongue in his mouth. It’s all so overwhelmingly euphoric that Heeseung hardly realizes how close he is to literally cumming in his boxers.

His body was always overly sensitive whenever he got high, and often avoided any sort of intimacy that involved another person due to how embarrassingly quick he would finish, and tonight doesn't seem to be any different. What makes matters worse is the fact that Heeseung was already desperately attracted to you and had been dreaming of this moment since he’d first met you.

He pulls away quickly, cursing under his breath, “YN, h-hold on,” he stutters, “slow down, please.”

You don’t listen; in fact, you can barely even hear him with how caught up you were in your own head. “Hmm? Say that again?”

“S-slow – ah, fuck – slow down for a sec, baby.”

His grip on your waist tightens, and despite the urgency in his tone of wanting you to slow down, he makes no effort to still your hips move you off of him. Fuck it, it is what it is.

“Why?” You question, tilting your head, but you’re a few seconds too late.

Heeseung’s entire body shivers, hips jolting upwards as he comes on himself, making a mess of his boxers. While that alone was definitely embarrassing, Heeseung is more annoyed over the fact that you’ve regained your power over him. His priorities were definitely fucked, but he didn’t even care; he could clean himself up later, but the damage to his ego would take longer to repair.

Your hands fly to your mouth in shock, eyes widening as you process what’s just happened, “Oh, Heeseung…” you mumble into the palm of your hands.

He throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he runs a hand down his face, “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding.”

“It’s okay! It happens! No big deal!” You try to reassure him, but it goes in one ear and out the other.

Sure it happens and maybe it isn’t a big deal, but it is for Heeseung. He’s not the type to bust a nut over someone squirming around in his lap for ten minutes, this shit was fucking insanity.

“I’m seriously not like this, I’m just overly-sensitive when I’m high. I swear, I-”

“It’s fine, Heeseung,” you interrupt, standing from his lap, “if anything, I’m flattered! Why don’t you, uh, get cleaned up and I’ll see you later?”

“YN, come on, don’t do this.” He pleads, following you and you make your way towards the sliding door. 

“I told you, it’s fine! I’m not like,” you pause, opening the door with a loud grunt, “mad or weirded out or anything.”

You slip back into the living room, Heeseung hot on your tail with every step. “Let me make it up to you!”

You sigh, “Honestly, I don’t think you have it in you to do that right now.”

“I do! Just let me, please.”

“Heeseung, please drop it. I said it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine, at least let me eat you out or something!”

“Heeseung!” Your eyes widen at his lewd, shameless offer, “Lower your voice! We’re in a fucking party surrounded by people!”

He smacks his teeth, “I don’t care. Please, YN.”

“You don’t have to make it up to me, you do not owe me anything.”

A beat of silence passes, then he says, “Then do it for me. Please.”

Even though Heeseung was the one literally begging to go down for you, there is a possibility of him having some sort of power over you; or maybe you just have a soft spot for him. Either way, you end up lying in his bed twenty minutes later, skirt bunched up around your waist as Heeseung’s wet tongue circles your clit, desperate attempt at coaxing a second orgasm from you.

He hadn’t even realized he’d grown hard again just from eating you out, and would likely end up cuuming in his boxers again just from doing this.

“Fuck,” he moans into your folds, pulling away slightly to pepper kisses on your inner thighs, “been waiting so fucking long for this.”

“Yeah?” You question, your grip on Heeseung’s hair tightening.

This earns a low groan from him as he nods against your skin, “You have no idea.”

Deciding he’s spent enough time away from your cunt, his lips make their way back onto you; his tongue falls flat against you, dragging your wetness upwards towards your swollen clit before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud.

Your body shivers, a beam of sweat dripping down your forehead as your second orgasm approaches. You’ve been eaten out before, countless times, but never like this. It was almost as if Heeseung was doing it for his own pleasure rather than your.

He teases your entrance with his finger before sliding two of them in with ease, curling them upwards and immediately hitting the spot you needed him the most.

“H-Heeseung…hold on…”

He hums, but he’s not really listening, too occupied with kitten-licking your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you. The knot in your stomach finally snaps and you’re gushing against his hands and mouth, Heeseung only takes this as a sign to continue lapping at your cunt. You have to literally grab him by the hair and drag him away from you.

He stares up at you, pupils blown wide and his chin coated in your juices, but he definitely looks happy. “What?” he asks.

You struggle to catch your breath, “You’re hard again?”

He looks down at his crotch momentarily before shrugging, “I guess.”

“You…don’t you wanna do something about that?”

His eyes flash down to your cunt for a split second, “It can wait.”

You scoff, “Well, I need a minute.”

Heeseung nods in agreement, impatiently drumming his fingers on his bed as you flop against his mattress. “Ready?” He asks once a minute has passed.

“No.”

He sighs, then sighs again, and again and again until you let out a frustrated groan. “Go get me a glass of fucking water.”

“Okay!” He shouts while standing, exiting the bedroom in a hurry. Maybe you really do treat him like a bitchboy, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

[whimsybats]

Task Force 141 x Batmom!Reader (Pt. 1?)

crossover AU

platonic Task Force 141 x batmom!reader x batfam

Bruce Wayne x Reader

(this is my first time writing headcanons on here or anywhere so I'm so sorry if it sucks LOL I might be adding more parts to this later/making it a series of headcanons? I need to get used to writing characters and their personalities, any tips would be appreciated!)

Batmom!Reader who was brought into the events of MW1 under Laswell's command.

I'd imagine she'd have become a Lieutenant. Prior to the events of MW1 she might've worked with Ghost a few times.

She assisted Gaz and Price in Piccadilly. With her medical skills and tactics she made an impression on both of them securing her place in 141 as the resident medic.

Her alias is up to you! (ex; Soap, Ghost, Gaz etc.)

I'd imagine she met Bruce pre-robin era after Piccadilly and assisted with an evacuation while he was Batman, despite his multiple attempts to get her out as well.

He then likely looked her up on the computer in the Batcave, intrigued. Bruce noticed her military background, seeing her involvement with Piccadilly among other events in her career, it made sense.

"Lieutenant (L/N)..." Bruce eyed the computer in interest.

"Another one of your... projects Master Bruce?"

"Something like that I guess."

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Eventually you met as Bruce and (Y/n) and had gotten married along the way with having adopted your kids.

When you found out Bruce was Batman, you weren't too shocked, seeing as one of your teammates literally code name is Ghost and also dresses... in a similar scary fashion.

One by one he met your team. They each took their turns interrogating him, Price and Ghost the most. They had to make sure he treated their teammate well after all.

Alfred and Price got along well, likely bonding over their shared paternal figure roles and SAS backgrounds.

Soap and Gaz likely bond well with Dick and Jason.

I'm fairly certain Stephanie and Soap would make a great duo. They would so play pranks around the manor, one time they messed with Ghost maybe messing with his gear like his mask or something (maybe making it something cute instead of scary idk LOL) and he couldn't find his backup, so he had to go around in some cute cat balaclava or something.

Ghost might give them some jump scares once in a while, maybe standing in the corner like Drax when they realize some of their equipment is jammed only giving them a eerie smile under his mask and leaving them to figure out some of their own equipment was replaced with water guns or something.

You might end up having to defuse potential fights between Ghost and Bruce reminding you of Bruce's old fights with Jason.

Speaking of Jason... he and Kyle might try to "one up" each other but neither thinking that anything can really beat being revived straight from a Lazarus Pit.

"Ever fallen out of a helicopter... twice?" Gaz smirked.

"Nah, but you ever try dying?" Jason asked in response earning widened eyes from Gaz.

"You serious mate?"

"More than I'd like to admit," he shrugged, "but hey, more to hold over B's head the better."

"Bloody hell... Gotham is insane."

"Takes one to know one, or something like that."

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Okay so we know Ghost likes to throw in an occasional joke but imagine he'd pull one in front of your kids.

"What do you call a soldier who loves to paint?" he asked Damian who simply looked up at him and glared with Jason right behind him.

"An art-illery master," queue the complaining from Jason and an eye twitch from Damian.

Bruce often gets more stressed whenever you're on the field, somehow he always finds a way to sneak into the comms and make sure your okay on a private line.

"Bruce I'm fine," you grunted as you took down an enemy, "let me speak to my damn Captain."

"...No."

"B..." you sighed, "I'll make sure this mission is done as quick as possible. Just go take care of the kids for me."

"Fine," he grumbled.

"I love you- now give me back my line to Price."

He mutters a "love you too" before cutting the line.

"What the hell was that Lieutenant?" Price asked on a private line with you and 141.

"My dumb husband," you rolled your eyes. (This would likely be when they know Bruce is Batman to avoid confusion)

Soap would whistle on the comms "Someone misses their missus huh?"

"Don't push it Johnny."

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[winterarmyy]

My Person

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.

Summary: In which Sam's question forces Bucky to reveal his true feelings to his so called "friend", Y/N.

Pairing: tfatws!bucky x female!reader

Words: 3.2k++

Warnings: 18+ content, no minors allowed, nsfw, fluff, wee bit of angst, bucky is so adorable in this I WANT HIM SO BAD, also he is a bit feral. I feel like he can be more feral than this but you know, he doesn't wanna scare her away lol. This is just a result from surge of need so might not be too much of plot but I hope you enjoy your reading, anyway.

Inspiration: This post right here by @black-cat-2

Read my other works here: Masterlist

Sam took notice on every single crooks and corners as he followed Bucky's dragging footsteps from behind. It wasn't that he didn't want to help him but Bucky refused the offer right on the bat, saying that the serum will fix him up sooner or later.

The aftermath of their final battle with the flagsmasher was chaotic to say the least. With the splitting sides of public opinions of the new Captain America and the whispers about how the former winter soldier saved a bunch of civilian tonight had been the talk of the town.

But both Sam and Bucky decided not to think of it too much,  especially when both were exhausted from the fight. Not to mention Bucky was injured. Although Sam knew damn well that the soldier can managed himself to a hotel to rest for the night like he always does, but as a worried friend, or rather a babysitter some would say, he insisted to accompany Bucky all the way through.

And Bucky was not in the mood to argue; Sam is as equally stubborn as Steve used to be, so he let the man do whatever he wants.

It was clear Sam was suspicious of where the hell did this terminator brought him to, but mostly he was curious. He thought he would just accompany him to the nearest hotel but nope. After taking an Uber, the next thing he knew, Bucky was leading him into this apartment building, that was obviously not his.

"Last time I checked your apartment was in Brooklyn. When did you get a place here?" Sam asked as Bucky stopped at one of the identical looking doors.

"It's not mine" Bucky replied truthfully as he removed the glove from his fleshed hand and pressed his thumb at the top of the door handle.

Sam eyed him with a look on his face when he sassed at him, "Said the guy who is currently unlocking the doors with his fingerprint."

Bucky simply rolled his eyes before the chiming sound alerts that the door was unlocked. Bucky opened the door to let Sam inside before he himself got in after him. "Seriously, man. If I knew you can afford having two apartments I would've asked you to pay for tonight's dinner. That's the least you can do..." Sam's words died as his eyes scanned the apartment.

Whatever he was expecting the apartment to look like, it was far from it. He surely was not expecting the place to be fully decorated with complete set of furniture in every area of the room. Whether it is the living room area, or the huge kitchen that was also equipped with built-in oven.

Even with the lack of light, Sam could see the color pallette on the walls were definitely not what Bucky would go for. The sentimetal trinkets on the shelves, the sweet fragrant of the scented candles; everything was the very opposite of what Bucky's apartment in Brooklyn looks like, feels like.

This, it felt like home. Warm and inviting. Quiet and serene.

"You know what? I take that back. Whose house have you broke us into?" Sam asked, almost in awe rather than shocked, "I know for a fact that this ain't your house."

Bucky huffed a heavy breath as he remove his tactical gears, "I didn't say it was mine, remember? Or flying with the pigeons in the sky had made you forgot how to undertand human language?" there was an unfiltered sarcasm in his tone that didn't go unnoticed by Sam.

So obviously he got defensive and unknowingly increase his volume as he countered, "Woah woah, that was uncalled for. And for your information pigeons can't fly as fast a my wings, and rest assured that I--"

Bucky swiftly stomped towards him, eyes wide almost in anger, while his metal hand reached to cover Sam's mouth, "Can you shut the fuck up, she's probably asleep and your noisy ass will wake--"

"Bucky?" A tiny yet groggy voice interrupted the conversation causing both of them to turn their attention to the source. The figure peeped itself from the bedroom, her uncertainty made it that only half of her body was revealed through the doorway.

Her squinting eyes indicates how recent she was woken up from her sleep and Bucky flashed a quick glared at Sam for that. Sam simply shrug with his hands the air as a response. He was still confused who is this woman and why were they in her house.

Bucky's tight features softens as he called for her, "Hey, babydoll. What are you doing up?"

Recognizing that voice anywhere her feet made her way to him, "Heard some noises." She answered shortly as her knuckles find her eyes and rubbed it lightly. The closer she gets, the clearer Bucky can see the dark circles under her eyes, signifying how much she was lacking of sleep.

His heart squeeze a little at the sight, "M'sorry, sweetheart." it was as if their bodies were magnets that they naturally found each other. Bucky opened his arms wide for her to find her rightful place in his embrace.

"It's okay" she mumbled against his sturdy chest. "Welcome home." She continued.

You'd be surprise to know how much the former winter soldier absolutely adore the feeling of her lips moving against his skin. Even if it was blocked by the fabric of his shirt. It always felt good and he swore he could not get enough of it.

Bucky leaned down on top of her head, inhaling the strawberry yogurt scent of her shampooed hair, "Yes. I am home, indeed." His hugged got tighter, crushing her just enough to make those pretty little sounds slipped her from lips.

Strings of hushed moan kept purring in her throat when Bucky lightly swayed her from side to side; his fleshed hand drawing invisible circles on the back of her waist, while his metal hand gently squeeze the back of her neck.

If she let him pamper her more than this, they'd probably forget that Sam was in the room. Unabashedly had his mouth agape at the sight in front of him. He was not sure whether he wanted to look away or to continue staring because no amount of explanation will suffice to answer his questions.

Peeking from Bucky's shoulder, she smiled warmly as she finally acknowledge the unexpected guest, "You must be Sam. I've heard a lot about you."

She tried to wiggle an escape from Bucky arms, but it was no avail; he was not planning to let her go any time soon. She ended up dragging the enormous koala bear who was stuck on her back as she offered Sam a handshake, introducing herself.

"Good things I hope." Sam took her hand and lightly shake it as she replied, "Of course." As much as he wanted to keep his eye contact with her, it was extremely hard when the grumpy super soldier that he knew was basically melting in crook of her neck.

"I don't want to be rude but the two of you are..." Sam purposely left his words hanging, hoping that one of them would finish the sentence before he let out his assumption, however both of them remained silent. The woman was blinking at him confused, while Bucky was practically still drooling over the her.

"...Lovers?" Sam ended his sentence with an uncertain tone.

Both of them went rigid to the question but before Bucky could say anything, she answered first, "No!" She almost shouted, taking a deep breath before she rephrase her answer, "No. I mean yes. We're not... like that."

"So, you guys are friends then?" Sam quirked an eyebrow to her answer, and seeing Bucky's silence, he guessed that the super soldier might liked her more than just 'friends'.

"Yup, we are. We first met when Bucky was on the run from Hydra, before you guys found him. It's a long story, really." And by the time she explained the shorten version of their story, Bucky finally drifted his attention to Sam, a deep frown decorated his brows as he was mentally asking, "How much longer are you going to stand there? Get the fuck out."

Sam should be offended by his silent orders but considering he came in the middle of the night, uninvited, he realized that he should leave them be,"Then, let that be a reason for us to meet again. You can tell me all about this meet-cute of yours later. I don't want to keep you away from him any longer. Especially when he is staring daggers at me."

She lightly tapped on Bucky's arms, and quick frown at him followed after as she non-verbally asking him stop glaring at Sam. Needless to say, Sam removed himself from the scene after they, or rather she, bid him goodbye.

As soon as the doors closed, Bucky has her back pressed against the door, wasting no time than to capture her lips. A gasped from her made it easy for him to slip his tongue inside. He kissed her slow yet so hungrily as if he was starved of the taste of her sweet mouth against his.

Bucky broke the kiss momentarily just to whisper, "I missed you so much, babydoll." With his thigh in between her legs, he guided her clothed core to slowly hump against him. "Missed you, too." Her beautiful moans only encourage his cock to swell even more than it already was.

Breaking the kiss, Bucky let her catch a breath as his glazed eyes adored her soft features. He still remembered the day when he first met her.  When he escaped from Hydra's control, he was determined to keep his life down low. Don't attract to much attention, follow the schedule and stick to rules.

And his schedule was never interesting, it was always:

- write his journal entry

- find/do odd and non-permenant jobs for money

- grocery shopping and cooking

- watch the news

- and mostly just stay at home

Obviously, Bucky knows how to use the internet and all those modern devices that they have nowadays, but he never understand them; the 'social media' and the 'viral' things were never really appealing to him. So one day he decided to pay a visit to a small local library; hoping to find fimiliar solace in books instead.

What are the odds that both of them reach for the same book at the same time? After the multiple exchange of: 'Oh, I'm sorry, here take it.' 'No, you take.' 'No, please I insist.' They ended up meeting on a common ground; making a decision to sit down and read together. Turns out, spending a few hours with her at the library was the most peace he had since forever.

Bucky had a strict routine and rules. But the moment she asked him if he want to spend more time with her while she was there, he was ready to break all of it. And he did; for 7 days straight.

She was his first sense of freedom. His first choice in life.

Though, back then he was on a run, for presumably a lifetime, while she was on business trip for a week. So, they lost contact after that, especially when Bucky was running around with the Avengers and fighting aliens, but fate seemed to be on their side when they were reunited again in New York.

It's a miracle that she even recognized him. Little did he knew, he wasn't the only one who got hooked on the first few hours of that reading session had.

Though, he was extremely grateful that she reach out the moment she recognized him; no hesitant, no doubt. Just a confident and cheerful shout of his name in middle of the park that he walks through everyday.

The first thing that came out from her mouth after calling out his name was a compliment of his new hair cut and how she can see his beautiful eyes more clearer now. And that alone had made Bucky absolutely red in blush.

Weeks after that, she often joined him with his daily walk, making it their routine instead of just his. And months into this newly founded 'friendship', they found solace in each other's arms, comfort in each other's touch, and this quickly become their new favourite activity to do together.

Though none of them ever actually discuss their status but their body language suggest that they are more than just friends.

Especially with the way Bucky was rubbing the tip of his leaking cock on her clit; so desperate yet so gentle. Just like how he always does when he makes love to her. But, tonight he felt different. Maybe he was just needy or maybe it was the way she admit that they were not lovers when Sam asked about their relationship.

It was true. But, it felt so wrong.

"Am I just a friend to you, doll? Bucky leaned forward, his forehead met hers, his hot breath tickling her skin.

His tongue briefly passed in between his lips as he spreads her legs further, revealing her dripping cunt for his display, "Do your friends touch you like this, hmm?" His husky whisper as he rubbed his hardened length in between her slit, brushing against her clit.

"Do your friends kiss you all over like me?" She moaned breathily, as he bit and kiss the softness of her breasts; easily leaving his marks as if she was his to claim.

And without any warning, his cock slammed straight into her hole, stretching the walls to his size causing her to yelp in painful pleasure. Bucky let out a satisfied groan as the tightness of her around him, "Do your friends fuck this tight little pussy with their cock like me?"

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from pulling and pushing his hips to meet hers, his fingertips was practically digging into the flesh of her hips, moving her in time with his thrusts, "What am I to you, baby?" Honestly, it was hard for her to form complete thoughts, let alone reply to his question when he was fucking her so good.

Gone was the gentleman she knew for the past years, the koala bear that she spent hours on the couch cuddling to a movie marathon with. Now, there was only this feral beast, hungry for pleasure, insatiable to devour her whole body and soul.

Each roll of his hips pushed her further from her sober thoughts, focusing only on the wild look on his face, his huge body hunched over hers, his throbbing cock kissing her cervix. Any answer she was trying to convey was lost at the tip of her tongue; there were just the mewling mess, as she fell apart underneath him, compliant to his every thrust as his cock ramming within her. "Tell me. Come on, now. Use your words."

Bucky was almost losing his mind, from how bad he wanted to cum and how stubborn she was for not answering his questions. He pushed her legs up and wide as his thrust punctuated to his words,  "What. Am. I. To. You?"

It took her a couple of long moans at his roughness, before she could utter a single word, the only correct answer to his question, "Mine."

He groaned approvingly, pulling back just enough to slide his metal between their bodies. "I'm yours?" Those hard, cold fingers that she loved so much was quick to find her clit. She was already sensitive from all the friction of his rutting, and now was he relentlessly assaulting the swollen nub, "Then, does that make you mine as well huh, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Bucky. You're mine. And I'm yours. All yours. Pleasee"

Her back arches off the bed, toes curling tight as her nails dug into his skin and across his back; To have some kind of a leverage to hold as the overwhelming pleasure surged through her body.

"Yeah, that's right, babygirl. You're mine and mine alone. Mine to love, mine to fuck. Yes?" Bucky taunted her with both his words and the way he rutted into her wet pussy, as if he himself was not close to the egde.

The sound of skin to skin clashing intertwined with the sounds of her pussy squelching around his cock, his girth kept pounding straight into her sweet spot to the point that only lewd whimpers of plead were spewing out of her lips, "Yes, yes yes. Oh Bucky please,, fuck,, I'm cumming!"

"Cum, sweetheart. Let me feel that tight little pussy of mine cum around my cock" He hummed approvingly as he picked a deeper and harsher pace, causing her mouth to fall wide open and her eyes screwed shut as she felt her whole body shook as she came. "Yeah,, that's it, doll. That's my girl. fuckkk,, feels so good baby, gonna make me cum inside you if you keep choking me like that."

"Please, Bucky?" A breathy moan of his name passed her lips as she her walls spasm with need. Bucky groan to the sensation, he was sure that her pussy was already full of his precum, considering how it has been leaking inside her for so long, "Want my cum in you, pretty girl?"

Batting her eyes through her lashes, she stared up at him, pleading., "Need it, please."

"Oh fuck, you got it, sweetheart." Throwing his head back in pleasure, shutting his eyes solely to focus of the feeling of her wet and tight cunt, Bucky's pace quicken as he chased his high, "Hmmm,, fuckk,, gonna stuff you full. You'll leaking for days, babydoll. Then, I'm gonna keep filling you until you can't live without my cum inside your pussy."

Hearing such dirty confessiom only triggers her to near orgasm, "Yess pleasee i want it. Need it, bucky." Surely enough she came again when he hit that special spot inside her.

"Ahh,, fuck ahhh,, I'm cumming shit pussy so good m'cumming fuckkkk", Bucky couldn’t even stop himself from rutting in and out of her sweet pussy as his cock pulsed, especially when her cunt was sucking him in deeper.

His head fall down to watch his cock disappear inside her before squeezing it shut again when the white spurt of cum shoots against her walls. His jaw was loose as his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape to allow his loud groans contaminated the silenced room.

His thick endless cum warm her insides and the honeyed moans hanging off her lips to its own accord as Bucky hunched over her frame, pressing his face in crook of her neck, breathing heavily as she was. After awhile, a broken sound of his voice stopped the silence, "Do you really mean it?"

He refused to look at her in the eyes, afraid of the rejection that might come his way but she proved him wrong by holding him by his cheeks, leading his eyes to align with hers,

"Bucky. You, my dear, are my bestfriend; you are my heart, you are my person. And there is no one in this world that I'd rather spend my whole life with besides you." Her words was nothing but the truth and Bucky knew that.

His heart swelled with joy yet he didn't know how to express it other than, "I love you, doll..." there was pause as if he was gathering the pieces of his soul to offer it to her, "...So much."

And she accepted it with her whole heart, "I love you too, Bucky."

End.

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A Doe in Fall (Part 8)

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

A burlesquer with a penchant for conning men, you find your latest game interrupted when your next mark saves you from an aggressive fan— by killing him. The chance encounter left you curious, still half convinced you could complete your normal chase. Unbeknownst to you, you were the one being tracked.

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦 Part 8 - Trust sexual 🥵 📍 Part 9 - Shiny Things Part 10 - Good Deeds Part 11 - Caught Part 12 - Eddie Part 13 - The Release Part 14 - Someone like her smutty💦

Part 8 - Trust

Detective Brady is sharper than you initially thought, though Alastor is (seemingly) unfazed by the threat. While you both explore the idea of ‘home’ a familiar face shows up at your apartment.

「Warnings/Tags: Human Alastor x Fem Burlesquer reader, Detective Brady exists a lot and maybe too much, fingering lol, phone calls, almost our first fight, stress, Disney mom rule, Ruth is pretty alright for now, Brenda」

forgot to tag you in the deleted scene for TRDFAHS

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Your mother always said ‘Anger is your sword and shield’. So you postured yourself as someone mad. One hip out, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.

“Sir I don’t appreciate a man in a lady’s space.”

Brady bit his tongue, wanting to say something sharp.

 I don’t see any ladies here.

 He met the glares of the women behind you. “Ah, well-,”

“Do you really expect her to leave in her robe?”

“Aren’t you the man whose been stalking her?”

“Autumn I’ll go with you.”

“You want her to get into a strange man’s car?”

He felt like a fox about to be pecked to death by the hens.

“Now-! Alright I’m seeing I maybe,” he set your shoes down and slid past you and between the other performers, “got a little eager to speak to you.”

“Does Janet know you like to hang around burlesquers?” Someone said as his back was turned.

Like having ice water poured over his head, his shoulders tensed as did his tone. “I’ll be right out the door.”

You tried to hide the tremble in your hands, but failed. Ruth slid beside you, “What do you need?”

A phone. But the cord wouldn’t reach that far. You wanted to tell Alastor. You needed him to know that detective had you cornered and knew of his existence.

“Could you stay with me? I’m not going anywhere. But I’ll feel safer if I’m not talking to him alone. In case he tries to drag me out. He seems a little off his rocker.” You were genuinely scared he would grab you by the arm and pull you out of the theater if he didn’t think anyone would see. 

She patted your back, the others filing in to continue with their work of getting dressed and undressed. You took your time, trying to plan what you would say.

Brady felt an embarrassed blush take hold as the women moved past him with scowls and tsks. He could feel a little bit of his sanity slip back now that you were in front of him. 

“I have some questions about Tommy. I’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks. We can head down now.”

Oddly, your mother also taught you, ‘You catch more flies with honey than vinegar.’ 

She didn’t always make a lot of sense, contradicting herself daily. 

Time to use the tried and true tactic, “I am sorry, detective. I had some trouble recently and have been keeping to myself… going home as soon as possible. Just trying to keep my nose clean. So to speak.”

Brady watched you look up at him with a face his daughter often gave him when she was in trouble. But you weren’t a child and you surely weren’t his daughter. “That’s no excuse to dodge me.”

Your turn to bite your tongue, “Of course, sir.”

Ruth was… confused. She’d never seen you so obedient. You had more venom in your voice after taking a hit from Tommy knowing a third could be close behind. Why were you being so small?

“Are you ready to go?” He fished in his pocket for his car door keys. 

Ruth felt the need to interject, “She’s not going anywhere.”

Perfect.

You nodded, “I won’t be out at night, sir. You know better than most about the dangers.” Your dangers. Your darling Alastor.

“No, no no,” an unhinged chuckle from the fraying detective, “You’re not slipping away again. I have my car, I’ll take you there and bring you home.”

Ruth looked to you, then back to the detective, “Is she under arrest?”

Brady rolled his eyes, “Of course not.”

“Then? What gives you the right?”

Technically, nothing. He didn’t need to talk to you. His lead still stood. But maybe you’d slip and say something to expedite his search for the radio man. Maybe this would only end with Tommy. But he felt something tickling the back of his skull. An urge to not stop pushing.

“I’ll meet you at the station tomorrow morning. Is it the address on the card you gave me?” Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn’t. You just needed him gone so you could call Alastor. 

He was shaking his notebook, key looped onto his finger. A nervous habit. “You still have my card?”

A smile, “Of course. In case any news came up. I’d have called but I didn’t realize you were so worked up.”

He scoffed. He wasn’t worked up. He was just annoyed. Maybe a little rougher in demeanor than usual but whose fault was that?

“If you don’t turn up tomorrow-,”

Ruth, taller than most women and some men and wide at the shoulders, leaned in.

Brady’s eyeline adjusted from yours to Ruth’s. Skye Scraper wasn’t just a pun, it was a cruel nickname she took ownership of. “Finish that sentence.”

The conversation ended there, Brady leaving with a huff.

You’d memorized the number the night Alastor gave it to you, too scared to write it down. He warned you though he wouldn’t be the one to answer.

“Is Alastor still there?” You tried to smile so you sounded less panicked. Ruth mouthed his name and pretended to swoon as you held the phone close to your ear. 

“Uhh depends, who is this?” Brenda answered, a voice you’d never heard but a woman Alastor had primed you for. 

“….”, but why hadn’t you thought through this part, what name was safe? Which was recognizable? You didn’t like the idea of this woman knowing your name. “Tell him it’s Autumn.”

“….” 

You laughed at Ruth, waiting still for a reply from Brenda, “Hello?”

“Is this a crank? Autumn like the season? I-,” a commotion, “Hey there! No. I don’t know. Well it’s past hours anywa-.”

Alastor was lying across Brenda’s desk to reach the phone, having wrestled it from the woman’s grip, “I’m here. What’s wrong? I was about to leave.”

“I’ll walk home tonight.” It hurt, physically hurt, to say it.

Alastor tried to keep his face neutral, “Oh.” Nervous fingers twirling the cord, “One second.” 

Harsh whispers, some clicks, and he was back, “I’m in my office. What happened?”

“Yeah Ruth is with me. It’s okay. I’ll call you like normal tomorrow?” 

“Should I swing by your apartment?” He considered doing it regardless of your answer.

“Ah, no. I wouldn’t recommend it. I’ll be heading to the police station early tomorrow so I’ll be asleep as soon as I’m flat.” Putting your hand over the receiver, you spoke to Ruth, “Thank you, we got it figured out.”

His heart sank to his stomach, “Did he finally manage to catch you?”

“Yeah. Or—-,” your voice cracked a little, the fear rolling in as soon as Ruth walked away, “Yeah.”

“I’m coming over to the theater.”

Cupping the phone you curved your shoulders in and turned away from the staff milling about, “Don’t, that’s worse.” Tears stung your eyes. You felt like you’d failed him. You had somehow, hadn’t you? The loose thread Brady could grab ahold of was you.

“If you can’t come to the alley I’ll leave after a couple minutes. But I’ll be there in twenty, same time as our normal pick up.”

“Alastor, that’s reckless.”

“Please, dear, I don’t want our first fight to be over my work line.” A calming breath, “You don’t have to meet me, but I’ll be there. Just five minutes, then I’ll be off.”

You decided the safest thing to do was to wait in the alley. If you saw any signs of Brady or anyone coming out, you’d go back inside and just miss the meeting. But the idea of Alastor being just beyond the wall, waiting all alone, was too much.

But how much harder would it be if the wall was of the prison? Or worse, dense earth under your feet? That’s what Brady was wanting. 

You hadn’t realized you’d been chewing your nails until his car turned down the alley from the back and you tore off much of the length of your thumbnail.

Your arms were thrown around him before he was fully out of the car, “Alastor, he knows I have a guy. He wanted me to go down right now but I managed to push it to tomorrow.” Alastor tried to decipher the words as you spoke them into his vest, “What do I do?”

Normally you’d have your own plans in mind but this was too big, this was capable of hurting him more than anyone else. 

He smelled like ink and smoke, a scent you inhaled as you tried to calm your breath.

A large hand patted your head, “Okay. You go tomorrow. It’ll be fine. Don’t stress.” Pulling you off he placed chaste kisses across your face. “Think about what you want to say to him and we can talk it out in the morning. Everything is fine.”

The reality of you standing in a dirty alley crying into the arms of a murderer set in. Then the little detail you were both killers creeped over your chest and took hold of your throat.

He was impressed at the strength of your hands as you gripped at his clothes. Leaning against the car, he offered you his most charming smile.

“Deep breaths, dear. Do I look scared?”

He didn’t. He looked like a magazine ad for French cologne or razor blades that left the softest skin. 

“No.” You shook your head.

“No.” He nodded. “It’ll be okay. If you don’t go, he will hound you worse. If you do go, maybe he’ll realize he’s got a handful of nothing.”

His smile blinded you. Bright grin as he rested against his car, arms open. 

“Do you really think so? A handful of nothing?”

“Did he say my name?”

“No.”

“Did he–” he elongated the word, lips pursed as he searched the sky for his next words, “have Tommy’s body?”

You laughed, morbid but preposterous, “I didn’t pat him down. Coulda.” 

Alastor snapped his fingers, “We’ll have to just assume he didn’t.” A moment of tension. The act of joking barely traversing the space between your bodies let alone reaching the stress under your skin. His hands came to your shoulders; firm, secure. “Did you want to have that fight now? About me coming over here.”

You rolled your eyes, obviously not. “Ala-,” you started and stopped.

“I’ll admit I’m being reckless but I think we can both agree my way is more fun.” Smile sliding into a smirk, he cocked his head and lowered it to get back into your line of sight. When you stuck your tongue out he took a deep breath in, relief. “Are you sure I can’t take you home?”

To which home, you wondered. He used the word so casually and interchangeably…

Face close to yours. Eyes solely on you. Perhaps the stage wasn’t as necessary as you’d once thought. Lips on lips, the feeling of his smile spreading as he returned the kiss. A second of panic as you realized you couldn’t see or hear or sense what else was happening anymore in the alley. Brady could have had you in handcuffs and you wouldn’t be the wiser. Not as long as Alastor’s mouth was moving over yours.

“I’ll call in the morning.” He said into your exhale.

You hadn’t opened your eyes yet. Not ready to return to earth. A pout from you. A chuckle from him. “I’ll be waiting,” You finally said. 

While you did your waiting, shuffling around the theater and later tossing around in bed, Alastor fell into a different kind of purgatory.

One he hadn’t realized he’d made for himself until you weren’t there. 

The house was quiet, almost eerie. Even with music on he found himself nearly uncomfortable. He shifted several times in his chair while reading, not finding any way to settle in. 

His bed was lopsided. Suddenly one side was too light. Multiple times his hand slid under the sheets in search of you out of habit. 

What a terrible feeling; to want someone. To know you could have them but they just… weren’t there.

It didn't make any sense. He knew he’d see you soon, in less than a day's time even. He typically enjoyed his home and its silence. Being alone was predictable and therefore comforting. Well, it had been. Before you. 

The feeling in his chest, akin to a magnet tugging through his sternum toward a distant partner, didn’t abate.

Only when he heard your voice again over the phone did he find a sliver of peace.

“I’ve decided I’ll deny I have a guy. And, I’ll never tell him about you. It’s safer if he never connects us.”

Alastor was listening, honestly, but he wasn’t really processing. His mind was worried about something else. The detective genuinely didn’t bother him but he had to agree, “I suppose that’s best. As long as we can manage it, to not let him know we’re together.”

Together.

You were together with him. An item. How spectacular you must be to be a part of anything with him.

But for how long? With a certain detective breathing down your neck…, “I’m scared. Actually.”

You could hear the smile in Alastor’s breath, it was odd but eased you. 

“He will never have enough to convict us. He’ll drive himself crazy trying. Trust me.” He soothed. 

Did you have any choice? “Okay. You’re right. I trust you.” Unequivocally so. 

He cleared his throat, “Sorry to change the subject…”

“Please.”

“I want you to come over again tonight. What do you think?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course, don’t even need to ask. I’ll always say yes.” All you needed to do was get through Brady and you’d be home.

But for Alastor, well, he wasn’t done asking the question. A moment of panic from a place unrecognized in his brain, fear of losing himself entirely. But what good was a safe harbor if he never ventured out to sea? That’s just a restraint then, isn’t it? 

Maybe you held a place for him even richer in its comforts than his solitude.

So he let himself drift away from familiar shores, no sails and no compass, “I think it’d be smart to bring over a couple sets of clothes. I can keep them washed and always here for you. Would that be alright?” He had wanted to suggest it while together, but Brady was ruining more than his sleep.

Oh.

The same silence from when he first extended the invitation, the deja vu not lost on you. You struggled to decipher the second meaning you were sure was there. Maybe he didn't know what he had asked. 

“I know it’s boring out in the boonies but, you’re welcome to just stay over while I go to work. I can come back and get you for rehearsals… I’ll enjoy the clubs or come back and make something for a late dinner for us, and bring you home when you’re done.”

He said it. He hadn’t really meant to, so he felt the need to clarify, but you also needed him to clarify just as quickly, “I -,”

“Did you me-?”

“Sorry, go ahead.”

“No I interrupted you-,”

“Not at all pl-,”

“Alastor for the love of God please don’t make me keep talking right now.” You lightly knocked your head with the phone a few times. Your heart was gasping for an ounce of understanding.

He chuckled, glad you were still very much yourself, “I meant, take you home as in, away from work. So, here. Or, there, if you’d prefer.” His face scrunched up, this wasn’t a conversation he had any practice in, “Anywhere really. I’ll drive you anywhere.”

“Alabama?”

He looked at the phone as if you were in it. Alabama? 

“Like— the first time you asked me over.” You added quickly. A terrible joke, a bad callback that made it painfully obvious you committed everything he said to memory.

Alastor rested his cheek on the dining table, laughing into the wood before bringing the receiver back. You always offered him an out of uncomfortable situations, “Well the offer still stands. I'd be willing to even venture at least halfway across Texas.” 

“The best half of Texas is on our side so that’s a generous offer. But, given our work schedules, I think your house would be much better. Time wise.” 

He let his eyes close as he felt the coldness of the wood, “Is that a yes then? To bringing over a couple of items… for ease.” Was it a mistake? Would he regret it? 

You were worth regrets. He had decided. He wanted you to say yes.

The weight of what he was asking wasn’t lost on you an ounce. You could see your window from the phone booth. You took great pride in your little apartment. It was your space and no one else’s. As a child you struggled to have your own anything, so you valued your home. 

But could you call any place so far from Alastor a home?

It’s just a few items. You weren’t giving up your lease. It’s a baby step. One you could easily walk back if you needed to later. It’s not like you hadn’t spent every night possible already since that first offer.

“Yes.” 

It was a plan that took your mind off cops. Have your interrogation, go home, then go home for a relaxing evening of jazz and drink.

The levity ended though the second you hung up the receiver. An obstacle between you and him still stood. You pulled out your bag but couldn’t find the will to pack it. Your hands were too busy as you chewed on your thumbnail again.

Brady noticed the uneven length when you sat down and set your hands on the table.

“Surprised you showed.” He opened his notebook and readied his pencil. “First things first, what is your legal name?”

A chill. You’d gotten your warning the night before to prepare something to say but ignored it. Your mind was flipping through words and images. Piercing all of it were the white reflective eyes of the deer along the road. You decided to lean into what you knew. 

“Autumn.”

“Really? Never heard the name Autumn before.”

“Me either. Made for an easy stage name.”

“I’ll need to see your birth records, just to be sure.”

You sucked your teeth. “Ah, unfortunately…all that stuff was left behind with my mom when I moved.”

“And where can I find her?

“Corner of North Villere street and Piety.”

“And your address?”

You paused. His eyes rose and met yours. The radiant aqua from the cafe morning was now an icy color. “I don’t give my address out. You know where I work.”

“But you’re fine giving me your mother’s address? That’s cold.”

“Not as cold as she is, I’m sure of that.”

“Fine, I’ll find it in the census records.” He flipped the page, “Tell me about the dates Tommy arranged.” He tapped his notepad on the table like it was the starting bell of a fight.

You wished Alastor was with you, but also wished he would never enter that station. “Apparently many of the dancers agreed, got a cut. I had no idea about it until he,” you remembered the man and his ugly tie, “introduced me to a man who was very forward. I insulted him and ran off. Lost Tommy good money, apparently.”

“And who was that?”

You searched your memory, “S something. Mister Stein? I honestly wasn’t listening much after I realized what was happening.”

Brady nodded, “And then he knocked you around?”

You winced without meaning too, “Yeah. Got me good.”

Brady waited for you to continue talking, but you had learned this game. People know silence is uncomfortable and will use that against you. So you let the silence stay. Let the awkward tension build. You had limited time, he knew that.

He caved first. “And… the next date. Last time anyone saw Tommy. Tell me about that.”

Lying was second nature to you. You had killed for Alastor. You could do this. Deep breaths, slink into yourself. You imagined Alastor choked on the park grounds, wet and unmoving. Imagined him cold to the touch.

“Tommy said he’d kill me if I didn’t go. So I did. Promised me he’d stay with me for protection.” Tears welled. Bloody hands and a large rock. “But as soon as he got his money he left.” 

Brady was writing, “And the man? What was his name.”

“Something foreign. Kerr-something. Or Car?”

He looked up slightly, “You’re pretty terrible at names.”

You wiped away your tears, “I had more pressing concerns at the time than trying to remember that man’s name. I was hoping I’d never need to know it.”

Brady hummed, “Yeah. And what did your beau think of this?”

Did you hide it? The flash of panic that rolled under the flesh of your face, “If I had a beau Tommy wouldn’t have made me do that. He said that himself.”

“Too bad he’s not here to confirm.”

“If he was we wouldn’t be having this conversation, detective.”

“Touché. Clever little lady aren’t you?”

Fuck.

You shifted slightly in your seat, looking downward in an attempt at being bashful. “That’s kind to say.”

“So why did,” he flipped through his book, “Beth say you stopped singin’ on Sundays cuz of your radio boyfriend?”

“Ah,” a weak laugh to hide the way your breath got sucked in with panic. The words ‘radio boyfriend’ punched the air from your lungs. “You must mean the rake. Took me for a ride at a club corner and sent me off in a cab to never see me again. Didn’t know he was in radio though.” 

“Well now you’re lying and I don’t appreciate it one ounce ma’am.“

“What?”

“Beth says he’s been coming to your shows for nearly half a year.”

No acting necessary for this part. “What are you talking about? I met him at a club. We arranged a date and he picked me up at—“

“Beth’s dive.”

“…. Yeah. Well.” He’d been there before? So often? And you never noticed…, “That’s news to me, that he had been there for so long, it’s got its regulars though so...” You shifted again, this time with a clear uncomfortable edge. 

“He stopped coming when you stopped singing.”

“….guess he got what he wanted then. A fun time in the swing hall bathroom.”  Anger. Unreal and unfounded. Trying your best to hide how confused you were.

“Sounds like a stalker, miss. Maybe one who woulda been quite unhappy to hear you were selli-,”

You cut him off, eyes snapping up to meet his, “I really recommend you reconsider your wording.”

Brady laughed with a huff, “A man dizzy with a dame can do some funny stuff. Especially if he hears she’s in a pickle.”

“Well, no knight coming to rescue me. I’ve sworn off men. It’s why I’ve been leaving work early. Getting home, reading, sleeping. He really did a number on my heart and my pride as a woman.”

Brady’s pencil stopped moving. 

“And his name?”

You’d never fucking say it. He could walk in on you moaning ‘Alastor’ and you’d still act like you’d never heard that string of syllables in your life. 

“John.”

Brady laughed and tossed the pencil to the table, “Let me guess, last name Doe?”

You shrugged, “We weren’t on a full name basis. He was handsome, he took me out, we fucked, I never saw him again” You delighted in the way his face screwed up at your unladylike language. 

“So, someone in radio named John. You know I’m going to be at every broadcaster talking to every John, right?” The nervous shaking of his notebook again. 

“When you find him let me know.”

“Oh I will.” He said it so quickly, so sharply you could feel it cut at your cheek as the words flew past you.

You pulled your hands into your lap, eyes firmly locked on Brady’s. “You look tired, sir. I hope my answers will help you. So you can rest.”

“I am tired. Of people jerking me around. You won’t give me your address, you don’t remember anyone’s name, not even your own, and you deny having a man I know you have.”

If you screamed would he have you committed? “I’m terribly sorry,” you leaned over the table and pulled a piece of fuzz off his shoulder, “my friend gave you inaccurate and dated information. I am genuinely trying to help as much as I can.”

Upon closer inspection, his eyes were more than just blue. They were dark and light, deep and shallow. Blue so far down it was nearly black. A blue so bright it was a cousin of white. Eyes you were sure would haunt you. 

“Help me then, Autumn.” Your brows rose at the request. He leaned back and away from you, “Just tell me what happened to Tommy. What your guy did. If he was trying to protect your name then we could find a sympathetic jury.”

Sympathy? Your smile was too wide, stare gone too soft. What sympathy did he have or would anyone have for you? Did he think you wanted the tender hearts of strangers? “Tommy ran off with a bag of money. He was a good man with a bad habit. That’s all I know. I have no partner, man or otherwise.”

A standstill. 

Brady felt a twitch in his hands he wasn’t used to. An itch to move. Unlike him, and a little frightening. 

Maybe he had been running himself ragged. 

Back sliding down slightly in his chair, he laced his fingers and rested them in his lap, “You know I’m gonna find out what happened, right?” His tone had shifted to something serious and calm. He said it like he was telling you a secret. Low but firm. Steady and sure. 

Those eyes. No, worse. What was behind them. You could see it clearly; unflappable determination. He absolutely would. 

“I trust you will.” A moment of silence again as you both felt the conversation die. As you stood, Brady did too.

“I wasn’t bluffing about him going to Beth’s for more than half a year now. I don’t know how you think this is gonna end but it won’t end pretty. Whether it was just your boss or all the others on my desk, end it with him and help us bring Tommy home to his mother.”

You adjusted your purse on your shoulder, “I don’t know how many time-,”

“Autumn. I’ve seen enough make up covered bruises to clock em from across the room. That’s the act of a possessive, immature man. Just think about what I said,” You opened the door in an effort to keep your hands from shooting to your neck. “There’s no white picket fence or church bells for you two. He’s a bad man. I think he may even be an evil man. You’re gonna end up hurt, or dead.”

A laugh bubbled up in your chest but you managed to stifle it. With an honest smile you replied, “We’re all gonna end up dead someday, Detective. I’ll call if I have any news. Thanks for your concern and … evident hard work.” You offered a little nod of your head before leaving the room and the station as quickly as you could without running. 

When he set down his notebook after returning to his desk, he couldn’t sit. Energy was buzzing in his limbs. He needed to run or swing or pace.

His desk neighbor watched him immediately pick up the notebook again and grab his hat. A few other men shared a glance as Brady rushed out, an unsettling feeling passed among them. 

“He’s still on that case?” One asked quietly, going back to his papers.

“Not officially….” Answered Freeman, standing at the window and watching Brady flag down a taxi.

“North Villere street and Piety, please.” He told the driver, not noticing his friend in the window.

It wasn’t near the station, nor the dance scene. He wondered if your mother would be any more amiable. What kind of woman would raise such a creature as you?

When the car slowed, Brady clicked back into his surroundings. He looked through every window hoping to see something different.

After a long pause the cabbie asked, “Ya gonna get out?”

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the seat. “No. Take me back to the station.”

His blood pressure rose so quickly he was sure he would black out as the cab turned around and drove back past the sign; Vincent DePaul cemetery.

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Alastor kissed away the worries when he took your bag from you. Every detail of the interview was just hummed away. “Even if he finds me, without a body he has no case.” He reminded you like it was nothing short of fact.

“What if he gets one?”

“Not one of mine, I can assure you. He’d sooner need to kill someone himself and call it my fault.” A pause, was that something the detective would do? He shook off the thought. 

He was so confident that even though you knew it was just skin deep it still gave you a sense of calm. The bodies, where they went after he was done with them in the greenhouse, was the last step he hadn’t shared with you.

There was one thing you didn’t mention about the interrogation. 

You waited until you were a few drinks in, Alastor’s bowtie off and shirt unbuttoned several buttons before bringing it up. Uncharacteristically nervous about how he’d react when you broached the topic, you needed several deep breaths to get up your courage. Normally the idea of offending a man with an honest question wouldn’t ruffle you a bit, but once again there was nothing normal about you and Alastor. He made you so unlike yourself but not necessarily worse. Perhaps some consideration of other’s reactions wasn’t a bad thing. 

“This is awkward to ask.” It was dark already, the sun setting earlier and earlier. The buzz of the kitchen light could be heard through the screen door, the light just enough to let you see each other's features clearly. Leaning back on both hands for support, your legs rested in an unladylike spread down the porch stairs. No shoes. No girdle. No pretense.

Would he be mad? Or maybe offended?

“Brady said you had been going to my Sunday shows for awhile. Months before we actually met. Did you really meet me by coincidence?”

“Or was I stalking you as my next victim?” His head fell to the side, eyes closed and smile wide. “I saw you there, yes. And though you weren’t the best singer, I did enjoy your shows.”

You tried to see him without directly turning your head. 

“But yes, it was a coincidence. I had noticed that brute of a man a couple weeks in a row, staring at you so intensely. Word got around he had made a scene some time ago with a dancer.” 

You listened like someone was telling you your own story. It was an odd feeling, hearing someone recount your days from a different perspective. An unknown one. 

“I was surprised to see you at the theater when I followed him there. Even more so to see you in the alleyway.”

If he had said it wasn’t a coincidence, you genuinely didn’t know what you’d have done. You’d be scared and angry. Another predator lurking just past the tree lines.

Your relief must have been visible. “He really got to you, didn’t he?” Alastor asked, leaning over and letting his shoulder bump into yours. He was still riding the high of putting away your belongings in his closet and drawers. 

“Yeah. He gives me a bad feeling. Like…a brick wall barreling toward me.” You kicked a leaf off the steps, “Or like, when you see a big dark cloud on the horizon. Can’t do anything but wait and hunker down.”

How do you wait out a storm so set on burying you?

“Dear,” his hands rose and palms flipped up in a way that said he wasn’t hiding anything, “We get hurricanes annually. We’ve survived every one thus far. He’s just a drip. A sprinkle of a man.”

People have drowned on land before. A sprinkle could lead to pneumonia and that could lead to a wooden box. 

He tried to change the topic, laughing about Brenda’s reaction to the call and making plans for an evening out when things settled down again. You listened, but it was your turn to be half there. 

You could barely muster concern when you realized you’d forgotten your makeup and hair wrap at home when you were preparing for bed. What you would give for going home barefaced with a ruined hairdo to be the biggest stress of your week. 

The distance in your stare was weighing down his joy, how could he relish in the newest addition to his home when you were so burdened? Even in the moonless night he could see the faintest light reflecting off your eyes as you stared at the ceiling. Did you even feel his stare? 

He couldn’t let Brady poison his bed, and the man was clearly there now. Chasing you in your mind still. 

“Could I offer you a distraction?” Alastor slipped up against you, hand finding your hip. He could see your smile forming. 

“I wouldn’t argue against a distraction…,” you’d beg for one if you didn’t want to feel any lower than you already did. 

“Perfect. This bed isn’t made for three, so let’s eject that little nag, dear.” His hands slipped down your legs, “I want to replace your thoughts with better ones.” He pulled you to him, your back pressed into his broad chest. The way his soft hands smoothed over your silk slip felt like foreplay, so smooth and slick. Frictionless and gentle. Those same hands ran down and between your legs, following the line of your thighs until they found your center. “It seems you forgot something else.” Two fingers caressed your lower lips, barely parting them, “Not that I’m complaining…,” his lips found the back of your neck as his fingers rubbed gently at your core. 

It took so very little to get your body on board, wet and relaxed for his practiced hand. Your own fingers coming down to rub at your clit quickly when you felt your pleasure winding up. 

He sighed directly into the shell of your ear, hands working in tandem with yours under the covers. His back pressed against you, hips rolling into your backside in time with his fingers. 

“What are you thinking about?” Barely above a whisper as he said it into your heated skin.

“Fingers.”

“Whose?” His voice was deeper than his usual speaking tone. A tenor that made you clench around him.

“Yours.”

You’d never been so satisfied with hands before. With breath. With the sounds of a man. Never saw stars while clothed and not under the lights of the stage. Warm and wet kisses to your neck as you came down from your high, you’d never considered sex could be more than a man fucking someone. Nor that a man could find pleasure so readily with his cock still in his pants. But the way he hummed and growled softly into your skin was proof of his good time. 

You’d learned a lot from those progressively chillier nights at Alastor’s over the first week of your constant cohabitation. How much you liked waking up with someone just a reach away. How Alastor woke slowly, incapable of coherent speech for at least the first twenty minutes of his day. He’d stare and smile as his eyes blinked out of sync, rolling back occasionally as he fought the urge to fall back into sleep. Hair disheveled and soft.

When the weekend came, Alastor offered again to take you out. A promise to take you somewhere no detectives would be hiding about. A week without a peep, you were sure he had followed up with your mother and was probably steaming to get at you. But, for some reason or another, he hadn’t appeared again in the crowd of your shows. 

A week of going into work unmade and unkempt, you finally gave in and asked to be taken to your apartment early Friday. You’d grab a few items you needed, take them to work, and be back home that night. 

Your eyes were on Alastor when his car pulled up to your building. When he kissed you, your hand scratched at the shorter hairs at the nape of his neck. Eyes closed, you could smell him and feel him so much clearer. Perhaps when you were old together you wouldn’t have to worry about your sight giving out, you thought. Because you’d always know it was him by the way his skin on yours lit you up. 

“Pack something you’d like to wear out tomorrow night.” He reminded you before you pulled yourself from the car and waved him off. You lingered for a moment as he drove away, wondering if maybe the storm had been pushed off course.

“Oooh, who is he?”

Whipping around, you saw a familiar face sitting on the stoop of your building. An unwelcome one, though. 

“What the fuck are you doing here, Mavis?” Your bag fell from your hands as the strength drained from your limbs.

She patted the dust off her dress before bouncing down the steps.  “The names Ephi now.” A half sister, though perhaps a quarter sister would be best to describe the often absentminded, when not literally absent, sibling. 

“That’s not a name that’s a fucking letter of the alphabet. Mama would smack the color of your cheeks if she heard you.” You were sure you’d not see her ever again, not after she ran off to head north before your mother passed. She scowled, arms crossed as you brushed past her. “I don’t have any money so you wasted a trip. See ya in another decade.”

Ephi grinned up at you as you climbed the stairs, “Looked like he had some money. Mr. Big Shot and his shiny bus.”

“Lotsa people have cars.” Your eyes landed on the suitcase poorly hidden behind the steps. Hand halting its search for the building key as you could feel the stare of your mother looking…down? A weight slipping over your shoulders like a man’s heavy winter coat.

“Well I don’t need money or cars. I need a place to crash.”

Your head fell. You could feel it coming. The gust of wind dragging the clouds slowly towards you. No, the storm wasn’t off course. It was just building momentum.

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Lipstick Kisses (Azriel x Female! reader)

AN: while I LOVED my last Azriel fic I felt kinda bad about how it ended to so even though this was supposed to be a Cassian fic I thought I would switch it up just to say I’m sorry lol 

Summary: You and Azriel weren’t together. But you also weren’t not together. Sure he warmed your bed nightly, but he had made it clear that he was hesitant to date his best friend, Rhysand’s, little sister. You were content to play the game until one night a certain princess got so far under your skin you couldn’t see straight. 

Warnings: jealousy, unprotected sex, cockwarming if you squint? 

Word Count: 2496

(all pics are from pinterest) 

Rita’s had never been so busy before. Packed from wall to wall with members of every court here to celebrate the week leading up to Starfall. A tradition my brother had long since put on. Everyone seemed to be merry and happy, even Azriel who stood at the bar with the Princess of Adriata. 

Azriel and I had been hot and heavy for a couple of months. My whole life the shadowsinger and I had danced around one another, flirting here and there but never acting. It wasn’t until one night when I ran into the spymaster in the hallway of the House of Wind, when we couldn’t stay away from one another. It was a mess of hands, teeth, tongues and kisses as he took me against the wall. From that moment on Azriel sought to warm my bed nightly, but nothing more and I never thought to ask him why for fear of losing him. We weren’t together, weren’t not together. And I had no right to stare daggers at the Princess of Adriata, yet here I stood, at the edge of the room doing just that. 

“Looking a little tense there y/n,” Cassain drawled, nudging my shoulder. 

“I am not tense,” I gritted out. 

“Then why does it look like you’re about to shatter that glass with your bare hand?” he retorts. I look to where my polished fingers are gripping my cocktail in rage. 

“I’m just scared someone is going to knock my drink out of my hand, it’s super busy in here,” I say, loosening my grip on the glass. 

Cassian let out a chuckle, “You sure it has nothing to do with the way Az is looking at the Princess of Adriata?” he smirked. While Az and I hadn’t told anyone about our nightly escapades, poor Cassain was practically forced to have the knowledge as his room was next to mine. 

I meet Cassian’s eyes in a sideways glare causing him to laugh again. 

“Of course he wants The Princess of Adriata,” I sneer at her name. 

“You’re a Princess too y/n,” Cassian reminds me.

“Yeah well apparently not the right type,” I huff, turning around so I don’t have to watch them smile and flirt anymore. 

“You should get him back,” Cassian muses. 

“If you’re trying to take me into your bed again it won’t work.” I laugh while sipping my drink, remembering a different drunken night, or a few of them, that Cassian and I had shared at Rita’s. 

“You wound me Princess, you can’t say you didn’t enjoy yourself all those years ago,” he smirked, bumping my shoulder again. 

“Illyrians really are sensitive babies. Now what kind of revenge did you have in mind?” I smirk into my glass. 

“You got some red lipstick in that bag?” his eyes gleamed. 

I rummage around through the mess of trinkets in my purse till I find the red rouge sitting in the bottom and pull it out. “Looks like I do,” I say, holding it up for him to see. 

“Perfect, now put it on,” he says standing in front of me so I can use his siphon as a mirror as I always had for years anytime I needed to fix my makeup or hair. He used to hate it, but now I think it makes him feel special. 

“I fail to see where this is going,” I contest putting the lipstick back in my bag. 

Cassian didn’t say anything, he just pointed to his cheek asking for me to kiss it. I rolled my eyes and obliged. When I pulled back a bright red lipstick stain adorned his cheek and I realized what he was doing now. 

“Cassian, you're a genius,” I laugh. 

“Well I am a specialist in war tactics after all. Now go around and say hello to every Lord in here and greet them with one of your sweet kisses. The second Az looks around he’s going to lose his mind.” he explains. 

“Thanks Cass,” I laugh before turning away but I feel his hand on my arm. 

“I think I might deserve a little more thanks than that Princess,” he says playfully.

“Fine you big baby,” I roll my eyes before placing a quick kiss on his lips seeing the lipstick residue there. 

“You’re welcome princess,” he smirks triumphantly before turning away.

I turn to the crowd of people in front of me scanning the hundreds of happy faces packed into the tavern. Like a beacon of hope I find Thesan conversing with two other Lords, the perfect target. 

“Thesan!” I cheer, “My brother and I are honored to have you here in our court,” I greet him sweetly, pressing a discreet kiss to his cheek.    

“Princess it’s always a pleasure to be in your presence,” Thesan smiles warmly. “May I present Lord Baylor and Lord Suffolk.” 

Both Lords reach their hands out to mine and I push them away, “Please I’ve never been fond of handshakes,” I smile gently, embracing each of them and pressing kisses to their cheeks as well. 

“We are honored to be here Princess y/n, the stories of your beauty still don’t do you justice,” Lord Baylor smiled.  

“You all flatter me too much, it’s going to go straight to my head,” I tease playfully before excusing myself to mingle with the other lords.       

I continue my charade until my drink empties and I’m forced to retreat to the bar for another. I be sure to pass right by where Azriel and The Princess of Adriata are talking before leaning against the bartop and requesting my regular. I try to hide the smirk when I feel a certain scarred hand graze my elbow. 

“Is there a reason why those red lips have been on the cheek of every man here tonight Princess?” Azriel says lowly into my ear. 

“I’m just being a good host Az,” I say, not keeping my eye off the bartender making my drink. 

“More than good the way I see it,” he grits and his hands trace the backs of my arms. The bartender brings my drink over and I leave a large tip in his jar. I finally turn to meet Azriel’s intense gaze. 

“Don’t be so jealous Azriel, after all we aren’t even together,” I tilt my head before sauntering off. 

When I get back to the House of Wind that night I’m utterly exhausted. I open the door to my bedroom and kick my shoes off sending them flying across the room. My dress is the next to go, falling in a pile on the floor. I wash up, and slip on my nightgown before falling into my bed with a sigh, too lazy to turn off the small fae light next to me. I try to sleep but it’s not the same without a certain Illyrian next to me. 

A half hour later I hear the door open slowly, I pretend to still be asleep not wanting to even speak to Azriel. When I had left Rita’s he was still talking with The Princess of Adriata, and this time she had a hand on his bicep.

I heard daggers and leathers falling to the ground as the bed sank behind me. 

“Scooch over Princess, there's no room for me,” he whispered into my ear as his arms circled around me to move me over. 

“Get off me Az, I don’t remember inviting you to my bed tonight,” I grumble, not moving an inch. 

He doesn’t move, “I’ve been sleeping here for three months y/n what do you mean?” 

“I mean, I don’t want The Princess of Adriata’s sloppy seconds sleeping in my bed, now go to your own room,” I huff, slamming my head down on my pillow for emphasis. 

Azriel scoffs, “This is about Cressida?” he asks in disbelief. 

“Oh good for you, you’re on a first name basis with the oh so perfect princess,” I say donning the same mocking tone I used to Cassian. 

“You do know that you’re also a Princess,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. 

“So I’ve heard,” I roll my eyes, moving my shoulder away from him. “Now get out.” 

“Y/n, I didn’t sleep with her,” Azriel says, pressing another kiss to my shoulder.

“Yeah right,” I scoff. 

“She did try, but I told her I was seeing someone,” he continued kissing my arm. 

“Oh really?” I sneer. 

“Yes my love,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “You.”  

“I thought you didn’t want to be with me, I thought you just wanted to fuck me,” I grumble trying not to enjoy his lips on my body. 

“I never said that,” he states and I can feel his agitation. 

“Well you didn’t not say it either, what am I supposed to think when I only see you at night?” I argue. 

“Fine, I’ll admit it, I was scared.” he grumbled, moving to lean back on the pillows. 

I sit up to face him and find him pressing the heels of his hands into his forehead like he has the largest migraine to ever be known to man. 

“Scared of what?” I scoff in disbelief. He was Azriel, my spymaster and a shadowsinger. I had seen his fierceness on a battlefield countless times, seen him slaughter enemies of my court. What could possibly scare him?

“I was scared that one day you’d wake up and realize what I truly am, a lowborn nobody. You’re a princess for gods sakes y/n. The most beautiful woman in Prythian. You should be with a prince like Varian, not me. And even though I knew that I couldn’t stay away from you. You smell so good and your skin is so soft and the way you look at me sometimes? It would’ve taken all seven High Lords to keep me from your bed, especially when you invite me to it so willingly. I was scared that if we made our relationship something more than just pleasure that you would realize that, and that’s a blow I couldn’t handle.” Azriel confessed, finally ripping his hands off his forehead to stare at the ceiling.  

“Azriel I-” 

“It’s okay you don’t have to say anything,” he sighed, getting out of bed. 

“Az,” I plead, but he keeps walking.

 “Azriel stop!” I scream not the request of a lover, but the order of a princess. I see his wings twitch as he stops moving, still not turning to meet my eye. 

“Azriel I love you,” I confess. 

He whips around to meet my eyes, using his years of reading people to try and decipher whether or not I’m telling the truth. He finds no trace of a lie and before I know it he’s standing over the bed and bringing his lips to mine. His knees sink to the bed and I use his off balance to push him down into the pillows so I can straddle his lap. 

“Do you mean it?” he asks as I lean back to look at him, his eyes blown out and on cloud nine. 

“I’ve loved you for years Az, just ask my brother. When I thought you didn’t want to do anything but bed me my heart was broken, but I was willing to take whatever I could get.” I explained. 

“You have all of me y/n,  you always will,” he smiles, leaning up to kiss me. “But I’m still mighty jealous of all those lipstick prints, especially the ones I saw on Cassian.” he smirks against my skin. 

“I think I can make it up to you,” I smile before reaching over to my bedside table to retrieve the lipstick from my discarded clutch. I keep our eyes locked as I put the cherry red color all over my lips and I swear I feel his cock twitch under me. 

I lean down to leave a kiss on his cheek, then his forehead, his jaw, his chin and then I give the other side of his face the same treatment. I move my lips down either side of his neck earning a low groan from him. I smile and continue my assault all over his bare chest and shoulders. 

“Fuck y/n,” he moans and I can tell he’s trying not to flip me over and pound me into the mattress. 

I leave lipstick marks all over his abs and when I reach his boxers I pull the waistband down just enough to leave a kiss right above his aching cock. 

“Fuck this I need to be inside you,” he grunts and I’m quickly being hauled up by my arms and tossed on my back. Within moments he slams his cock inside me. 

“Oh fuck Azriel!” I scream, raking my nails down his back. 

The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping as Azriel thrusts inside me at a brutal pace. Both seeking his own pleasure and to claim. 

“Your turn Princess,” he smirks before sucking the skin of my neck into his mouth. My hands fly to his hair pulling him closer to me as his teeth sink into my neck.

“Azriel,” I breathe into his ear and he spurs his hips even faster. I feel him leave a light lick soothing the skin he bit into. 

“Mine,” he growls before leaning back to admire his work. He lifts my legs and puts them over his shoulders to hit me even deeper making my eyes roll to the back of my head. 

“Azriel!” I scream practically in subspace. 

“That’s right Princess, let everyone know who owns this little pussy,” he grins with male pride. 

“Yours Az all yours,” I breathe, unable to find my words.

“Good girl,” he says before reaching down to rub circles into my clit. The sudden sensation is enough to have me arching my back and cumming on his cock, a string of curses and his name falling off my lips.

Azriel continues thrusting into me seaking his own pleasure before spilling into me with a moan that practically shakes the doors. His head burrows into my neck and I run my hands through his hair pressing kisses to his face. I look up at him to see the lipstick marks all over him and I can’t help but laugh. 

He rolls us to the side taking me with him so his cock is still inside me. 

“Do you think Rhys is gonna kill me when he finds out?” Azriel asks jokingly but I can tell he’s genuinely wondering. 

“Well he was pissed at Cassian but he got over it so I’d say we’re good,” I sigh tracing the lipstick marks left on his chest. 

“Wait, you slept with Cassian?” he asks, stunned. 

“Yeah like 105 years ago, you didn’t know?” I laugh. 

“No I didn’t,” he says, throwing his arms around me and standing up making sure his cock doesn’t leave its spot nestled inside me.

“What are you doing?” I giggle playing with his hair as I feel my back hit  the far wall of my room. 

“Fucking you against Cassian’s bedroom wall,” he smirks kissing me deeply. “Gotta let him know we’re official now.” 

[6okuto-moved]

Hi dear I have and idea for touch starved ais and vere.

WHAT IF- what if the reader (MC) is like a single parent?????

Mc's like a mild or dilf or something like that?!

AIS AND VERE WITH A SINGLE PARENT

gn!mc | meow. this (doing old reqs) is my parting gift(?)..

VERE

his ear flicks up when mc mentions their kid for the first time. where are they? why are you here? who's the other parent?

not a guy who spends time around kids. probably not a guy who should spend time around kids /hj what swear words and scary stories will he share...

^ tbf he also gives some solid life advice, even if it's a bit blunt, or something the kid doesn't understand just yet

if mc's kid is witty / snarky he finds them amusing (especially if it's at mc) and easier to be around! whether that's good for mc or not is not up to mc Lmao

it varies depending on mc's relationship with their kid but if mc's kid is grown up, vere is more of his usual self. swearing, analyzing them, taunting them, etc.

vere never thought of himself as a possible father-figure. or even like, a fun uncle. but he likes mc, and despite his complaints or denial, has grown a little fond of their child.

^ possible angst if vere's like, do you really want to be with me? am i the role model you want them to have in their life? i'm chained up for god's sake etc

gets soft/quiet when mc talks to him about their kid. he sees the fondness in their expression, and even if he can't really relate, he can still sympathize

would make a couple pilf...? jokes. sorry. it isn't necessary though. he does enough flirting and innuendos that the pilf(?) thing doesn't come up that often

brings up their kid when mc is about to do something dangerous or stupid, when they succeed at said dangerous or stupid thing, or when their kid also tries doing something dangerous and or stupid. "well it's no surprise who you got your confidence from."

vere questioning mc's parenting tactics LOL. mc is like And what do you know about parenting and vere's like. enough to judge yours. they find common ground eventually

AIS

really doubles down on his warnings about the seaspring when he finds out they're a parent. he doesn't have to know how old, what their relationship is like, etc—he's already asking how much they're willing to risk and telling them to think about their kid

otherwise he doesn't really treat mc differently—they're a grown and capable adult, and being a parent doesn't change or weaken that

ais would pick his pets over hanging out with a kid, but he doesn't give himself enough credit with how well he can get along with one

if mc's kid is old enough that he can play pranks on mc with them. well. he will. mc looks at the both of them and they both shrug like What? it wasn't us? (the kid is grinning and giggling but ais keeps it together for the both of them.)

if there's an opportunity to introduce them to princess / whoever else, he will! like look at this sweet girl, you don't have to be scared. you wanna try getting her to sit and roll around?

babysits if needed, takes them out for the day (if only to keep them away from the seaspring). they get some food and he comes up with exaggerated stories for each shop the kid points out

mc's kid who's old enough for ais to teach them some self defense after they walk in on him taking care of injuries from a bar fight. mc who walks in on them and goes ?!?!?!

mc vents about their parenting troubles, and ais isn't sure if his leadership advice/experience is totally applicable to taking care of a child, but surely some of it is? he tries to help anyway

i can see their kid opening up to ais about things that worry them tbh. he's got that vibe. depending on what it is, ais might suggest to mc something they should do, or try to help himself

similar to vere, he likes mc and their child but he wants them to think about what's best for them—if that includes him in the picture. like yes he'll do his best, but he can't blame them if things don't work out. honestly he might try to cut things off firstdjdjshd

[belit0]

Hello hello!!! ^_^ I hope you're having a good day!! I saw that you were posting about vampire stuff and I just immediately got so so excited!!!! I'm a huge Naruto and vampire nerd so you can imagine how my reaction was (I tweaked tf out and began climbing the walls like the exorcist)

I was wondering, how would the Uchihas be like with a vampire S/O? (And also, I think it would be pretty cool if we took a more logical approach to it. Like, S/O is from a clan of vampires, they aren't supernatural creatures, can't shapeshift, etc. They are just beings that can't consume anything other than blood and have both photosensitivity and photophobia, maybe have a bit of vampire bat's DNA, you get it) Would they be creeped out at first? How would they react if people were afraid of the S/O? And most importantly... Would they let the S/O bite them?

Please do not feel forced to do this, I'll be happy with whatever you post anyways. You're writing is gold and I'm currently obsessed with ur account <33 Take care xx

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HI HI HI YES HI HI HIIIIIIIII. I'm obsessed with vampires and demons, lol, literally my favorite type of AU (especially when there are suggestive bites involved, possession, claim over the other in a primitive way….. I melt, for real.)

I'm actually writing a demon au! fic 👀

Madara

Madara doesn’t scare easily. If anything, he would see the fear others have of (Y/N) as pathetic—weak-minded fools who fear what they do not understand. His first reaction wouldn’t be disgust or fear, but curiosity. He would want to know the limits of her condition, whether she’s stronger, faster, or more durable than the average human. He’d also be strategic about it; a whole clan that depends on human blood for survival? That’s both a tactical weakness and an advantage.

Would he let her bite him? Madara isn’t the type to let anyone take from him without reason. But if she is his woman—his equal, his responsibility—he would offer. Not out of pity, but because he refuses to see her grow weak, especially over something as simple as blood. The first time, he’d probably watch her closely, searching for hesitation or guilt. If she falters, he’d force her chin up, meeting her eyes.

-If you need it, take it.

No fear. No disgust. Just complete, unwavering command.

Izuna

Izuna would be warier at first, not out of fear but because he’s fiercely protective of his people. A whole clan that feeds on blood? He’d see the potential risks, how easily such a need could be used against them, how enemies could exploit their weakness. But once he trusts (Y/N), all his apprehension disappears. If people fear her? Then they’re cowards. He wouldn’t tolerate whispers behind her back—anyone speaking ill of her would answer to him, personally.

Would he let her bite him? Izuna would play it off like it’s no big deal. The first time she hesitates, he’d probably tease her.

-What, worried I’ll get addicted to it? If it’s you, I don’t mind.

Deep down, there’s a thrill to it—he enjoys knowing that something feared, something dangerous, chooses him to be close to.

Obito

Obito’s initial reaction? Fascination. He wouldn’t be afraid of her, but he’d have a million questions—Does it hurt? What’s your favorite blood type? Can you smell emotions? He’d be overly trusting, insisting that she doesn’t need to be ashamed of her needs. If people are afraid of her, he’d be angry. He knows what it’s like to be looked at like a monster. He’d be her loudest defender, telling anyone who speaks against her to shut the hell up.

Would he let her bite him? Absolutely. But the first time, he’d probably be nervous, bouncing his leg while trying to act casual.

-Just don’t take too much, alright? I kinda need to function.

He’d flinch at first, but afterward? He’d be grinning like an idiot.

-That was actually kinda cool…

Shisui

Shisui would take everything in stride. He doesn’t fear (Y/N), and he doesn’t make a spectacle out of her condition. He accepts it, seamlessly, as if it were no different than needing water to survive. He’d be incredibly empathetic about it too—if people were afraid of her, he’d take the time to break that fear down, disarming them with his charm and logic. He’d normalize her existence to others, making them feel foolish for thinking otherwise.

Would he let her bite him? Yes, and he’d flirt while she does it.

-If you wanted to be all over me, sweetheart, you could’ve just asked.

He’s relaxed about it, trusting that she won’t hurt him. He might even enjoy the intimacy of it—having something so essential to her survival be given freely.

Itachi

Itachi is the most composed about it. He understands biology, genetics, survival mechanisms—he wouldn’t see (Y/N) as supernatural, but as someone with a rare physiological trait. He would study it, understand it, but never fear it. If people were afraid of her, he wouldn’t waste energy arguing. He’d simply observe—and when the time was right, dismantle their prejudices with cold, irrefutable logic.

Would he let her bite him? Itachi wouldn’t offer outright, but if (Y/N) ever reached a point of weakness, he would insist. His approach would be gentle, but absolute.

-You need to feed. Take what you require.

He wouldn’t flinch, wouldn’t make a sound, simply enduring it without hesitation. And afterward? He’d watch her carefully, making sure she felt no guilt over it.

[newx-menfan]

You know whats interesting looking back at NYX#8 is the reveal that Laura and Julian fell in love with idealized versions of each other. They never got a real chance to get to know the real the other's real selves.

The two of them desperately need to spend some time together for them to truly see and understand one another. Too see if they actually can develop feelings for each as they are right now.

I think it’s kind of a “Yes and No”- Julian genuinely loved Laura because Laura is brave and a caring person. The reason their dynamic is so sweet in “NXM” and even the “Killing Dream” is because Julian could see the “Laura” underneath the killer. Where everyone else wrote Laura more or less off as “unfixable” (Emma, Logan, Surge, ect)- Julian truly saw the person underneath. He saw Laura’s selflessness with the danger room scenarios and sacrificing herself during Nimrod.

Where it took even Sarah Kinney some time to see Laura as “human” and “capable of compassion”- Henry Sutter and saving Megan were the things that really changed how she viewed Laura… Julian was one of the few people besides Megan that empathized with and related to Laura. That saw her “emotional self”.

Yet… in a weird way- Julian does also kind of love the more frightening sides of Laura; he more or less says just that to Dust- “I’m in love with a girl that scares the hell out of me”.

Even in issue NYX 8- while he definitely used it to get under her skin, there is some truth in his taunts that Laura does use violence to “cope” with things, that it’s easier for her because thats what she has always known. That there is a sense of “pride” in Laura over her tactical skills and ability.

And in a weird way- Julian does seem to like both sides- the “noble” and the “savage” 🤣.

The fundamental difference between his relationship with her and Laura’s previous relationship with Angel (I’m not even going to bother analyzing Synch and Laura relationship because there was so little actual panel time lol)… is Hellion kind of likes how “scary” Laura is. As we saw in NYX, he’s not intimidated by “Wolverine” because he saw the worst of “X-23”…he saw her murder and kill…and he still stood by her. He still defended her and saw the “good” in Laura. No matter what side Laura “shows” him… Ruthless killer… Self sacrificing hero… Julian is always still there.

While I think there was some discomfort and confusion and guilt over that in “NXM” (you see it in the danger room scene and him being conflicted as she’s “saving him”) and even Liu’s “X-23”…Julian knows he should feel “emasculated” or even afraid … I would say, looking at the panels of NYX… he’s now fully embraced it 🤣🤣. He LIKES “Wolverine and X-23” just as much as he LIKES “Laura Kinney”! 🤣🤣🤣

While I agree Julian definitely put Laura on a pedestal and idealizes how much Laura works to be “good” ala “she’s the bravest person I know”… I would also say Julian is probably the closest any “love interest” has gotten to loving ALL sides of Laura. To use the Pinocchio analogy- it’s not really about “becoming real”. It’s about being “yourself”.

Angel pushed her to be “real”- Laura literally felt like she had to put of a facade to be with him… Hellion pushed her to be “free”…to be “herself” and consider what she wanted in life…

It IS the Jean Grey moment of Jean being semiconsciously attracted to Logan’s “wild, bad boy, untamed side” while also respecting Logan and genuinely wanting him to heal… it’s just a lot better written 🤣.

I think the problem often is- Laura doesn’t know how to cope with Julian’s “bad sides”. Whenever Julian shows her essentially his “dark Phoenix” kind of persona (or “Krakoan” whatever…) … Laura doesn’t always particularly like it.

Julian IS objectively a very angry and resentful person. He can be very verbally cruel and likes to “poke” at people and get “under their skin”. He DOES always believe he’s “right”. For all of Julian’s good traits- loyalty, self sacrificing, empathy…. he also definitely has some bad ones.

Where I definitely do think Laura likes some of his “bite”… she likes his arrogance and that he wasn’t ever really “afraid” of her… (remember they literally first met with Julian saying “what are you staring at clone?!”…I would argue Laura was somewhat attracted to him the minute she arrived at Xavier’s 🤣🤣) … I think the crux of this relationship always is I don’t know if Laura can handle seeing the “real Julian”.

Every time Julian has “shown her who he is”- putting Karima in a coma while defending Hope and being depressed… struggling with the loss of his hands and becoming very bitter… becoming “The Krakoan”… Laura’s fled or avoided addressing it.

Even in this issue- if Julian HAD really killed those politicians- if his moral code had for a second really broke, would she have abandoned him? There WAS a very good possibility she would have let him be sent to Graymalkin…

I don’t know if Laura can handle Julian toppling off that pedestal- and it’s inevitably going to happen in some capacity someday. 😬

While characters like Rogue struggled when she discovered Remy was involved in the Mutant Massacre…even though she idealized him and then initially abandoned him in Antarctica… Rogue eventually went back. She was able to accept his “bad history” and that Remy isn’t perfect.

Logan has always been pretty accepting of Jean’s “Dark Phoenix” side of herself. I would say, in some ways it excites him as much as his “bad side” excites Jean…

I don’t know if Laura can ever “accept” that Julian is human.

She respects Julian… she likes how caring and heroic he is and definitely sees his positive sides… but I don’t know if it’s truly enough…

(Interestingly, I would say Wind Dancer couldn’t completely accept Julian either and ultimately left … Julian really does seem to struggle to find someone who loves him, warts and all…but I would say Julian always seems to seek out someone to “strive” for… not someone who can accept him…)

But I do think NYX #8 had some positive signs it could work- after initially getting angry, Laura went back in and talked it out… even when he was purposefully trying to goard her into a fight. She didn’t completely give up and kept trying, when everyone else assumed the worst. She saw through the anger and that despite all of Julian’s protests… he does have a bit of a “hero complex” 🤣🤣🤣….so maybe…

Sorry for how LONG this answer is… 🤣🤣🤣

[momentov1vere]

https://www.tumblr.com/momentov1vere/781574055376584704/hi-i-made-star-wars-ocs-designing-them-was

who's the master and who's the padawan??

and what's their stories?

ty for asking :D I think I've finally finished writing out at least the basics of their storylines so I can share them now yay!

ok everyone buckle up this is going to be a bit of a long ramble (I will try to keep it kinda short but we'll see how that goes lol)!

So here's Jedi Master Kalliri Ersha and her padawan, Sira Turil :)

They're a Clone Wars-era Master & Padawan duo! Enjoy the lore (if you end up reading all of it lol)

Kalliri

Kalliri Ersha is a Togruta Jedi and Sira's master. Kalliri and her master (unnamed at the moment) weren't the closest because he believed very strongly in the traditional Jedi ways (no attatchments etc etc) but they were close-ish and he was an excellent teacher.

Kalliri was knighted a little earlier than usual because the Jedi Council thought they needed more generals and believed that Kalliri was experienced enough to enter the field as a commander. She did pass her Jedi Trials, but she felt a bit pressured by the Council and didn't perform to the best of her ability. The Council did not care bc they were a bit shortsighted and just wanted another general. Her master did not agree with the Council's decision (neither did Kalliri tbh) but couldn't convince them she wasn't ready, so she was given command of a clone squadron and sent into the field.

She struggled with being commanding at first and made a few bad tactical decisions, but got the hang of it eventually. She and her squad favored steath missions over head-on attacks, but were all good fighters. She became very close with the Captain of her squad (platonically) and the two led many successful missions.

About a year after she was appointed as a general, Sira became her padawan. The two were close already because Kalliri and her master rescued Sira from the wreckage of her home after it was raided and her family was killed. Kalliri was a bit of an older sibling/parental presence in Sira's life and they were very protective of each other.

Kalliri does not survive Order 66 because she sacrifices herself to save Sira. She distracted the troopers long enough for Sira to escape and was able to put up a little bit of a fight, but they overtook her in the end, rip :(

Sira Turil

Sira is Pantoran & Kalliri's padawan. She was taken in to the Jedi Order by Kalliri & her master after her home was raided & her family was killed.

She was young enough that she had not been given her tattoos yet and went much of her childhood without them, but eventually got them, basing them off of Kalliri's facial markings because she was the closest thing she had to family.

She had a few short "relationships" but ended them before she felt she made a real connection because of the Jedi rules, which had been drilled into her a bit by Kalliri's master. The longest was with another padawan, Rowan, but they were discovered by Kalliri's master and forbidden to speak again. She looked for him after Order 66 but found that he'd been killed during it-- which didn't completely surprise her, as he'd been training more as a healer than a fighter, but she closed herself off to pretty much anyone after that for fear of losing them.

Sira is incredibly curious and was always interested in learning what she could about pretty much everything, but she was especially interested in the Force. She found some old texts when she was exploring an area of the Jedi temple (that she shouldn't have been in) and started messing around with Force abilities, one of them being Force lighting. Kalliri found her while she was in the middle of creating it and Sira got scared, so the lightning went out of control and she accidentially scarred herself and Kalliri, who was trying to calm her down.

She still sometimes uses the lighting (and other 'dark side' fighting techniques, hence the purple lightsabers) but tries to avoid it because she remembers what happened the first time and regrets it. Kalliri wasn't mad but made her promise to be more careful if she was going to be "experimenting" with the Force.

Sira survives Order 66 thanks to Kalliri's sacrifice and spends a lot of time on the run (as the surviving Jedi did). She got into a few close calls with Inquisitors but had learned a lot from Kalliri in terms of stealth so she was able to avoid them most of the time and did whatever she could to not draw attention to herself. She becomes a bit more like a Gray Jedi, and fights with herself a lot to avoid falling completely to the dark side, but manages to stay between Dark and Light by reminding herself that Kalliri wouldn't want her to fall to the dark side.

She wanted to help the rebellion but felt she'd be insulting Kalliri's memory by putting herself in the path of danger, so she only did non-confrontational things, like bringing food to poorer communities, and would hide at the first signs of the Empire. Eventually she meets Nia Cordorra, a Force-sensitive Chandrilan rebel, and Nia convinces Sira to join her in the Rebellion. Sira agrees but only to non-combative missions, in order to honor Kalliri's memory, but eventually she realizes that Kalliri would've wanted her to help people even if it put her life at risk.

She does many stealth missions with Nia and the two grow close & fall in love :D. It took some time bc of Sira's fear of losing the people she cared about, but Nia is patient with her and they make it official a year or two before the Battle of Endor.

Nia and Sira fight in the Battle of Endor-- Nia as a commander & pilot and Sira on the ground-- and both survive. Once the Empire is defeated and the New Republic is founded, the two move to Coruscant and get married. Nia becomes a Senator in the New Republic Senate and Sira studies to become a history professor, vowing that she would not let the mistakes of the past be forgotten or overwritten.

That's all I have for now!! TYSM for reading this far if you did, sorry for how long it was lol I just had a lot of thoughts about these two :D

I've only had them for a few days but I love them like my own children lol

I'll probably come up with some other stuff but I had a lot of fun coming up with these backstories and I hope to draw more of the characters from their stories soon :)

[xtarmanderx]

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If I’m not too late to do this!

Never too late!! So sorry this is hell late, I kept getting distracted and ending up doing 18 other things instead of these asks lol. Here are words!

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“Yeah, man. Not brooding, I promise.” Luca says with meaning as he claps Rocker on the shoulder. “Got a lot going on in my head, that’s all.”

“You ever need a place to lay those troubles, you know where to find me.” Rocker says seriously. When Luca nods, his smile brightens again and he turns toward his pool partner. “Griffin Adams, meet Dominique Luca. One of the finest officers you’ll ever meet.”

“Can finally put a face to a name.” Griffin smiles and holds out a hand. “Rocker talks about you all the time. Third generation, right?”

“That’s me.” Luca says, trying not to frown. “You guys hang out before?”

“Sometimes I can convince this guy to come and slum it with us lowly patrol officers.” Griffin puts a hand on the back of Rocker’s neck, brushing his thumb over the skin there, and Luca doesn’t miss the way that Rocker shivers from it. Something ugly and hot stirs in his chest and he bites down on it, trying not to scowl.

“We try and grab drinks every few weeks.” Rocker says, stepping away so he can reset the pool table. Luca watches Griffin, noting the way he licks his lips when Rocker bends over. “You should join us sometime if we can line our schedules up.”

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“Ready to get this over with,” he confesses. “I know it’ll be worth it, but not knowing who I could end up with at the end of the night?” He shrugs and sighs. “You think of anything to do with whoever might bid on you?” He knows it will be up to the bidder to determine what they want to do, but Hicks had told them it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have some ideas of their own.

“I was thinking about a ride through the streets and going over some of our tactics,” Hondo answers. “Maybe revisiting a couple of past missions and explaining what happened when we arrived on scene.”

“Damn, that’s a good one.” Rocker tells him. He shouldn’t have expected anything less. Hondo’s always been good with people. The bidders out there are going to eat him up, that’s for damn sure.

“I bet the person who bids on you will have it all figured out. Don’t be so nervous.” Hondo squeezes his shoulder in reassurance and steps away before Rocker can think to ask what the hell he means. The lights dim in the rest of the room, the chatter of the crowd dying down as the emcee takes the stage, and the auction is set to begin.

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“She was just a scared teenager.” Buck whispers. “Car accident. She-she thought her sister was mad at her.” An ache fills his chest and he rubs over his heart with the heel of his palm. It’s time to send another postcard to Maddie.

“And you helped her move on.” Chimney says, leaning down to clean up the chalk markings he’d placed on the floor. He takes the piece of pink quartz next and gets up, going over to the dresser. He carefully places it beside the picture of Riley and Heather. “Unconditional love. You ever think they know the meanings?”

“No.” Buck secures the satchel and gets to his feet. “Come on, we should tell Heather she can return to life as usual.”

Heather invites them to a cup of tea and Buck would normally decline, but the ache in his head is dull at the moment and he wants to answer her questions. Everyone always has them, no matter how much or how little experience they have with ghosts. Heather doesn’t waste any time. “Am I going to die next?” She asks as soon as Chimney’s finished stirring sugar into his tea. He freezes, eyes wide, and Buck is quick to lean forward while bracing his arms on his thighs. “The wailing stopped, but does that mean I’m still going to die? Isn’t that what it means?” Heather gives him a glassy look and his throat bobs.

[insomniac-lifestyle]

here is my live reactions to thunderbolts. Obviously spoilers ahead

How the fuck did Bucky get voted in congress with his many times bro said “worrying”

Osgroup?? OSCORP??

Bucky looks so tired 😭 

He washed his mouth with dish soap

Yel is so sad 😭 

“So full… so filled” stfu alexi lol

“By Eastern European standards” 💀 

Did Alexi just say he’s in his prime 😭 

Why doesn’t Yel look the same? She looks… like 20 years older lol

John still getting his ass kicked even as a super soldier

YO TASK MASTER CAN SPEAK

love ghosts outfit

Damn what is John’s shield made of. 

I love how he unloads his gun

That knife ricochet was awesome.  

The sheikd bounve was chefs kiss

Oop task masters dead

Hi bob! 👋🏽 

Bucky in bow tie is awesome

Why’s every president in movies have to have the assistant who’s always texting 😂 

Avengers A!!!!

“Life can only be understood backwards” I’m dropping that randomly now

Damn that business card flip yum 🤤 

Hi again bob

Yels hair looks beautiful now after that fight

No one is going to miss you John stfu

“Dime store captain America” hehe

Stop laughing bob.

“Tie yourselves up” bro sucks at his job

I love yel eye shadow holy shit.

Manage ur strength Bucky you can’t super soldier grab people smh

“The system goes on recess everyday at 4pm.” I love it

They’re both looting the body I’m dying 😭 

I’m kinda sad taskmaster didn’t survive though

Keep being snarky ghost it’s great

John is trying so hard to emulate Steve and it’s not working

BE NICE TO BOB YOU DOUCHE

he ruined my phrase. My favorite phrase. THAT BITCH FUCK HIM DAMN HIM TO HELL

damn Yel was really okay with dying lol

Flashback time……

Anya, that name is familiar for some reason

Kiss her bob. See what happens

EWW HE WAS HOLDING HER HAND SHE DIDNT CONSENT

Bro the elevator line was wild. That’s so in character fr

Strike team. Haven’t heard that in a while

ALEXI WAS THE DRIVER

be nice to bob Walker I don’t like you

EVEN BOB KNOWS HE SUCKS AS CAP I LIKE HIM

JOHN GET YOUR HANDS OFF BOB RIGHT NOW

“We swung our tiny dicks” is wild

Bob knows more then he’s letting on

Yel stop narrating my thoughts it’s scary

YOU DRINK TI RID THE VOID

oh yea shoving it down works too

Damn I think John’s serum was better than Steve’s ngl. He broke through concrete

NOT THE WHITE SHIRT BUCKY

is she asking him on a date? Back tf off girl

I love the dishwashing of the arm. It’s amazing

“Maybe we could be the people that are coming” Ayo bro?

Got a long climb up lol

“None of us fly? All of just punch and shoot?”

WAIT DAMN HOW HIGH CAN HE JUMP? STEVE CANT DO THAT

What’s your idea Bobby baby?

This idea sucks baby boy

Please let John just fall. He’s pissing me off

Wait Bob is powerful

And he’s scared of hights smh

BE NICE JOHN

What’s wrong Bobby boy?

Don’t sneeze please.

CUCUMBER

BRO REALLT WAS JUST GOING TO LET EVERYONE DIE

TACTICAL DESCION MY ASS

Surprise surprise… he’s a bad husband

Yea jump dude. No one will miss ur ass

He’s so self righteous ay dios mio

No one cares about your football team

I like yels soccer team

“Meth addicted chicken sign spinner” 😂 

Bob say behind the ruthless assassin and you’ll be safe. Don’t worry baby boy we love you

“I spent a lot of time planning for lethal 😞”

Baby boy don’t touch a gun I wouldn’t trust you with a butter knife

“You can trust me”

“Can I?”

“No not really” 😂 

HES BI POLAR OMG

eww that alarm tone gave me PTSD

Be nice to bob yel

Why’s John gotta do that head shake every time like he’s meth head

Dang he took them all out. Impressive. WAIT EWW NO ITS STILL WALKER

Bobby boy just stay put.

Ooh a gun. 

Damn you shoulda kept shooting at John.

Did Bob just pass out wtf 😭 

Ava came through let’s goooo

Ugh I gotta pee but I don’t wanna miss anything

“Identify yourself”

“No” smooth buddy. Real smooth

BOB NO STOP

GET BACK IN THE VAN

NOOOOOOOOO THATS SUCH A WASTE OF BULLETS YOU DID NOT NEED 300 SHOTS

AND MY BABY BOY IS DEAD

wait no he’s back up wtf

He’s invicable

And mad

Be scared he’s floating now

Oop flying now

My baby boy is a super hero 🥹

NO HES FALLING

START FLYING AGAIN BOB FLY

damn that was a big explosion from one dude falling

ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᵇᵒʸ?

Call an uber? Really?

“Golden guardian of good” smh. That’s so stupid

John is actually doing something nice. Wow

Don’t be mean. Dr Phil is her favorite show

Why’s she so focused on the coffee wtf

Why are they flying him in a box like that it’s demeaning. Put him in the copter

“We get it, your in the military” 😂 

She’s ducking like an embarrassed daughter at prom 😂 

He’s acting like an embarrassing father at prom.

Nah let John die. We don’t care about you

Walker doesn’t know what he’s doing shut up

Yes split up. Get rid of John

The eye shadow omg I’m in love

Alexi you can’t make speeches like Steve. Please stop

Don’t call him Captain

That car is worse then mine omg

THEY SHOOTIN

THEY SHOOTIN

Defensive measures 🤦🏽‍♂️ 

Bulletproof my ass

Bro mad a Molotov cocktail

And it did nothing

I had hope

Okay John ur actually earning my respect right now. It won’t last

Damn one bullet did that??

Oh nvm

Bucky motercycle scene coming

THERE HE IS

SUNGLASSES AND ALL

Bro that stealing of the gun was so hot

UGH THE ROPE PULL

he going to make me pregnant

Oh shit

Bucky no

They’re the good guys

THEY BOUGHT ACANGERS TOWER NOT REED RICHARDS

GRR IT USED TI STAND FOR SO MUCH 😡 

nothing about you is nurturing

He’s not a baby shut up. Don’t shh him like that

stay away from my boy

Don’t touch him. Stay back

Stop laying everything out omg

He’s making things shakeeeeee

My baby boy is powerful

STOP TOUCHING HIM

don’t try to make me feel bad for her

Ugh I really have to pee 😭 

You can’t control shit baby boy. Don’t worry it’s okay

Why would you throw out the kill switch that was dumb

Bob isn’t scary at all

And John stfu you don’t know Bucky.

Haha his wife left him

Thank you assistant lady for making Bucky listen

“Come now please” Ayo??

“Bob?”

“Bob *nods vigorously*”

I love how he still left the super soldiers contained by the steel

Stop screaming yes Alexi

I went to the bathroom but recorded what i missed

I don’t think I missed anything too bad. They’re ima truck now

“Are we there yet” what are you 7?

HES USING A SHIELD AS A DOOR LIKE STEVE DID

Walker you did not have to drag his face across the wall

Why’s Alexi whipping people like it’s the 1800s

Bucky you didn’t have to headbutt him bro

Get out of Tony’s house Valentina

Bucky is so hot standing in front of that video

Nah Bucky let Walker kill her. I’ll actually respect him

“You look awful” shut up be nice to yel

“Who’s this old Santa” haha. She’s so confused lol

Bob is now in spandex and was slicked back hair. He’s gone off the deep end

Oh yea and he dyed his hair

Why’s he look like the golden guy from gotg 3

KINDA CUTE? MAAM BUCKY IS BEAUTIFUL 

Bob don’t do this

Don’t listen to the lies Bob

No he’s too far gone 😭 

ALEXI DONT

NO YOU IDOIT

that’s that you get Alexi

STOP FIGHTING BOB

Ooh that bullet stop was cool. Like the matrix

The knife did nothing

HE BENT THENSHIEKD 

WALKER IS NOTHING NOW

I like how Bucky watch the knife do nothing and still proceeded to attack with with a knife

He melted the gun in his hand holy shit

Bob is too powerful. 

OOP THE JACKET CAME OFF

And he did nothing.

There goes the arm. They gotta stop taking his arm I stg it’s annoying

Retreat everyone runnnnn

Yea don’t kill them baby boy

Rebel aganst Valentina she’s a bitch

Why’d he still save bent sheild?

“Turned my shield into a taco” 😂 

Yea yel tell them

This is what you gotta love about New York. Costumed super hero’s arguing in the street and no one is stopping to watch

“No you know your a piece of trash Walker and so does your family” yea tell him boo

The blonde isn’t great ignore her

Thor was a god and he took orders. Imatate his example bby boy

Bro sensed the kill switch

He’s gone crazy. My baby boy 😭 

NO HES DEAD

Stop saying good girl Valentina you’re going to ruin the phrase for me

He’s turning black. That’s not a good thing. And I don’t mean that racially

No gel is crying 😭 don’t cry hun it’ll all be okay

I just wanna hug her 😭 

“All I do is sit and look at my phone and think of all the terrible things I’ve done” girl SAME

Goalie so you don’t have to run as much is such a mood

Damn I never thought I’d say this but I want a parent like Alexi. He almost made me tear up

Whatcha looking at guys?

Bobs gone

Nope there he is

In the sky. Pure black

N word pass acquired

The 2 white pinpricks are lowkey scary

HE JUST MADE HIM A SHADOW HOLD SHIT

HOW DOES A TEAM IF ASSASSINS BEAT THIS

BRO THESE DEATHS ARE INSTANT

WE NEED THBEINFINITY STONE JUST TO BEAT HIM

bro the extra in the background running with her TJ maxx bag killed me

Hearing yel call Alexi dad is surprisingly heartwarming

GO HEAD BUCKT EITH THE ARM BLOCK

GHOST SAVING LIVES LETS GO

Walker you preformed subpar. You needed help

Damn there was a moment for a dope wallpaper but I didn’t get the picture

What is it with kids just staring at da-

Oh she’s dead now

Like I was saying “just staring at danger?”

Bro Bob is just mercing this nigga damn

YEL NO DONT WALK TKWARDS HIM

If this movie is solved by the power of friendship im never watching marvel again

The eye shadow is amazingg

NO YELENA WHAT THE FUCK GIRL! I WAS JUST COMPLMENTING YOU

Wait she’s alive

What

I’m confused

Another flashback?

Nope same one

wtf is going on

She can’t run?

Oh she’s trapped in her darkness. Hence the “you can’t outrun it” line

Oh damn she got beat I didn’t expect that

Tree hugging taken too seriously lol

She broke through but to something worse I fear

Gun training. She’s the first one done, respect

Ouch a whip

There’s yel with vodka. Classic Russian

Ooh yel vs yel 

And she’s force feeding herself liquor wtf

And then she’s back?? I’m so confused holy shit

DONT DO THE SAME THING

okay good

That mirror thing is trippy. I like it

He’s just a kid omg my baby boyyyyy

He’s playing Atari!

Oh does he have like BPD? Separate personality? With rooms in his head?

This room sucks wtf

Abusive parents??

NO ITS NOT FINE WHAT THE HELL! GO TO A THERAPIST

wait so everyone isn’t dead then. 

Yes you can. You can hold it in. Just stuff it down and never think about it again. It’s totally healthy. Believe me. 

Awww yel that’s sweet. Her friends cured her (like Charlie and Mapa help me 😊)

The void is attacking Bob within. That’s wilddddd

Getting choked out by a curtain is kinky

No death just pain? That’s horrible

YEA LETS GO… why did you rip a bunny Alexi

THE WHOLE GANG IS HERE

“I have a great lady I’m totally fine” 💀 

It was funny, this movie was preceded by a commercial about teenager with depression

Yo NYC in all black lowkey does hard

John just knocked him out lol

The meth chicken can fight damn.

“You hit me with that sign one more time..” *bam*

“I WAS ON METH!” I’m ROLLING 😂 

oh I just noticed his hair isn’t blonde anymore

Oh the shadow is talking and moving

This is a pretty accurate representation of depression within the mind I like it. 

Ouch the metal hurts

I LOVE HOW HE STABBED WALKER SPECIFICALLY IM ROLLING

Aww I think Bobby had a little crush on yel. I ship

YEA FIGHR BACK BABY BOY! YOURE DOING GREAT SWEETIE

Okay ur kinda getting your ass beat BUT DONT GIVE UP

don’t give into the sadness Bob

YEAAAAA GET HIM

GO HAM!!!

THATS MY BOY

the smile is scary

WAIT NO YEL IS RIFHT HE WANTS YOU TI BE MAD STOP

PLEASE

YES THANK YOU ALEXI I LOVE YOU

LOOK AT THE PARKOUR YEL IS SO ORETTY IN ACTION

the power of a hug fr fr

I want a hug like that. Minus Walker cause fuck him

Bro this power of friendship movie is lowkey good I didn’t expect that. Is it too soon to hope marvel is back on track?

THEBKITTKE GIRK IS SAFE ING

this movie made me care about a child. I don’t like it anymore

WAIT BOB DOESNT REMEMBER ANYTHING??

Bro DEADASS PERSONALITY SWITCH

DOES THIS NOT SEEM SUSPICIOUS TO YOU??

“I’m going to kill that person” go head bro

Breaking a few bones is nice

Walker he’s not going to fix your shield

Bro she planned this wtf press meet

I hate this. I hate her. Why aren’t yall just beating the shit out of her??

Bob stop clapping

This ain’t good

“We own you now” scary statement 

THATS THE END??

“Not my avengers” is WILD thing to out in a news paper

“B-vengers” bro they hating lol

HAHA JOHN ON THE BENT SHEILD

WE CAN DONIT POSTER WITH YEL! HELL YES

CROSSING THE DELAWARE WITH THE TEAM YES!

Most of these are of Alexi. I wonder why

The new avenger is what I’m calling this from now on

THE WHEETIES

bro is aura farming rn

And it is not working 💀 

ROLL CREDITS

Mapa says there’s a another post credit scene so we chill

I barely touched my popcorn lol

Ooh I can watch the scenes I missed while in the bathroom

Brb

Okay all I missed was a 20 second training and physiological warfare scene and comparing weapons and probably a dick joke? Maybe I’m reading into it

Ain’t nobody get up to leave. I love how marvel has trained us like dogs lol. This happens in other movies too

Ugh it’s just hitting me there’s no Stan Lee cameo. I’m sad now

14 months later

What’s Sam doing??

SAMS DOING WHAT???

why’s Walker wearing that dumb hat

I love the suits ngl

Huge space crisis?

John you’re a dumbass

Alexi looking like Elvis 

WHY IS SAM THE BAD GIY NOW

I love buckys hair

“I don’t want to touch a baby seal butt”

Hi bobbbbb!

Uh oh unidentified craft.

Yea give Bob a break, he did the dishes

“Ride Bob into the sky” is a wild statement I never want to hear again.

ITS THE FANTASTIC FOUR

THEYRE BACKKKKKKK

“the avengers and bob will return” 💀 

Bro but why is sam the bad guy wtf

@eponastory @the1-and-only-peggycarter @lunamarvels @thund3randrain

[rhodesrider]

Walk All Over

Dom! Dominic M. x Brat!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight NSFW Mentions, Brattiness, talking back, clicker punishment, slight manipulative tactics, mentions of poly relationship (But focused on Dom lol)

Minors DNI

~

“You want me to do what?”

Dominic was trying to enjoy a sandwich in peace while sitting in the living room watching tv. But soon Rhea and Damien had to talk to him for a bit about a little miss someone’s behavior towards them. “We want you to stand up for yourself more to pumpkin.” Damien said a bit irritated. Dominik looked at Rhea and she nodded agreeing with him. “You’re her Dom as well, and you shouldn’t let her walk all over you.” Dom then finished his bite putting the sandwich down. “I feel like you guys are over exaggerating. Shes not that bad to me.” Rhea and Damien both looked at him with a doubting glare. “Well, remember earlier?” Damien asked.

Earlier that day, Y/N walked down the stairs and walked past Dominik and grabbed some Ice cream from the freezer, but Dominik made her lunch while the rest were out and about. “Hey Y/N put that back I made you lunch.” Dominik spoke. She looked at him with a unamused look, “No thanks I want something sweet.” She started to open the ice cream pint, and Dominik took the spoon out her hand. “Put it back, last chance.” “Or? Be a snitch and tell mama?” She smirked and looked at him up and down. Sizing him up. “Maybe.” He tried to keep eye contact and show that he’s in charge, but one little issue, he’s a switch. Hell most of the time he gets treatments from Rhea when he’s not on his best behavior, same as Y/N. “Pumpkin it’s just you need to eat your lunch..” “Please Dommi?Just a few bites?” She pouted as she gave him the sweetest eyes, batting her eyes some, Dominik caving in slowly. “Ok ok go ahead but after you eat lunch. Please I don’t feel like hearing their mouth.” Dom groaned. She kissed his cheek and ran with the ice cream to enjoy her frozen treat. She soon swindled into more and more and then the lunch went cold, her not wanting to eat it at all.

~

“Ok it was just a lunch time. If won’t happen again.” He muttered. “Dom she got away with a lot of that with you, we watch and listen. She’s gonna keep taking advantage of your kindness.” Damien voiced. “No she doesn’t..” Dom was a bit hurt. “She does honey, doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you it’s more she’s smart. How do you think we survive her?” Rhea smirked. “Remember when she tried Finn the other day?” Dom remembers that plain as day,

Finn is not a force to mess with. “Finny can I-“ “Munchkin if it’s about any snacks that you’ve already had, you know the answer.” He said sharply with a smile reading and not even looking at her. She sighed and she stormed off but soon heard a familiar click. His counter, right in his hand as he heard the movements that changed. “You stomping off doesn’t get you anything you want.” He reminded her. She was steaming mad, but swallowed her pride and walked away quietly not to cause another click or two. Finn just smiled and went back to his activity.

“That clicker has always been an issue for her. Shes scared of it.” Damien smirked. “We use that as an advantage as well.” Rhea smiled. “I don’t know guys I’m not that…you know..” he mumbled. “It’s either you start putting your foot down or else Dom Dom.” Rhea made it clear. She didn’t want her just stepping all over Dom and take advantage of him. “Ok..” he said and she kissed him on his forehead. “Good boy.” Damien rolled his eyes and they both walked away so he could finish his food. He sat there and bit his lip really thinking on the times where he would find himself weak because of her tactics. Honest, he didn’t like to see her cry or upset. But he didn’t wanna seem like a softy when there’s times he wants to be dominate.

It was soon the next day, and Dom was on alert for anything shenanigans Y/N had in store. Rhea was off to the gym, Damien and Finn are out getting stuff for tonight’s dinner so him and Y/N was by theirselves. Y/N came down stairs and scanned the room slow, no sign of the others, but dear lil Dom. She smirked and she sighed getting down the stairs, grabbing the remote and sitting on Dom. “Was watching tv.” He sighed. “So? I wanna watch.” She smirked and changed the channel. Dom was already irritated but this seemed like her pushing buttons then her just being hardheaded. “Oh I remember I had some left over ice cream in the freezer!” She smiled and bounced off him going to the freezer. “You need to ask me first.” She blinked stopping mid tracks before even touching the door to the freezer. She looked at Dom behind her and smiled. “I have to do what?” “Ask me. You know it’s almost time for lunch-“ “I don’t care. I never cared. But I have a sweet tooth. So imma get me some ice cream.” She said bluntly. She touched back around and soon a sound haunted her.

Click

“Close it.”

She peeked seeing that Finn gave Dom his counter. It was tense in the kitchen, she looked directly at the counter. She can’t snatch it out his hand, he’s just gonna add. More and more clicks for Finn to see. More of blindfolds and denied orgasms, privileges taken, she heard another click and got nervous. It was dangerously close to 10. “Last chance pumpkin, close it.” Dom saw how an arrogant little brat she was, then this submissive “Oh I’m in trouble.” Face he honest saw adorable. She closed the freezer not breaking eye contact with the clicker. “Now, you will wait till they get back with food. Then you ask. Understood?” His voice bellowed and carried in the house. She slightly jumped. Her eyes started to water, and Dom saw the tear but stood his ground. “But Dommi-“ “I don’t want to hear it. You have to give me some respect too. Rather you like it or not.” Her tears cleared fast seeing he wasn’t breaking and she rolled her eyes in anger. Alligator tears. He added another click and she snapped her neck back to it as it was firm in Dom’s hand. “The eye roll wasn’t necessary. Just a yes sir will suffice.” Her nose wrinkled some but she was so close to 10 clicks she couldn’t risk it. “…Yes sir…” she said and he nodded. “Go sit down.” She walked away sitting in her comfy corner pissed.

Dominik kept the look on his face, but inside he was so excited. She listened to him for once, was didn’t cave in and show any weakness. He sat back watching tv soon having a wave of guilt over him glancing here and there to Y/N. But he had to keep his ground. He sighed in relief as he heard the door and everyone coming in, any longer and he would have caved. “Hey guys, what’s up with Princess?” Rhea asked, Finn picked up the counter and saw two more clicks were added. “Hm seems like someone was being a little shit.” She just rolled her eyes from the teasing. “Dom you handled her?” Damien asked curious. He nodded blushing a bit as Rhea was smiling at him proud. “Good job Dom Dom.” She kissed his cheek and went to the kitchen getting out some ice cream. “Here babygirl.” She smirked and got up getting the ice cream with led Dom confused. “It was a test. You passed.” Damien laughed. “And thank you Princess for helping us out, we know you aren’t that much trouble baby~” Damien cooed and kissed her all over making her giggle. Dom just sighed at the shenanigans. “You guys are a lot to deal with…” “You love us dummy.” Rhea giggled. Y/N went over and kissed him as her own reward. “You did good dommi.” Dom smiled and kissed her back.

[padfootastic]

please say more about jilypad + diverging parenting styles... perhaps even a possible scenario >:) i imagine harry has very cunning tactics for using this to his advantage

helloooooo <3 thank u for this ask bc i love talking about these three and harry. i went looking thru the archives to find this post; my first foray into this side, and really, i’ve never looked back after that.

so i’ve talked ab this a bit before but i fully think that james was a very overprotective ‘mother hen’ type parent. i tend to read his behaviour in lily’s bday letter to sirius as being scared of his child on a broomstick and i fully, fully think he’ll never be able to let go of that as harry grows up. he’ll be anxious and suspicious and paranoid, and his first instant will always be to wrap harry up in cotton wool and hide him away. (i low-key connect this to his childhood as well; going from being spoiled and sheltered to dropped in the middle of a war, black & white thinking, living in extremes etc etc makes it v hard for him to be Normal about his child. as he shouldn’t be, really, but yeah) that’s why he thrives during the initial years; he never minds the hard parts of being a new parent, loves it in fact, and it makes it better that he can keep harry close to him at all times w/o coming off as a helicopter parent (not that the notion bothers him ofc).

it’s good, then, that he has two partners to even the scales, no? i think lily was the most…balanced out of the three. she had a relatively normal childhood, grew up in a working class family/neighbourhood and had to deal w adversity from a young age so she’s developed a nice, thick skin. she also has a sibling with whom she has a v rocky relationship so she knows that kids are, ykno, a bit unhinged. and a little bit of hardship is not a problem. i hc her as needing time to get used to parenthood, unlike james who stepped into it natural as breathing, or even sirius who loved harry on much on first sight that it made up for everything else. ofc lily loved her son, but it didn’t come w the same blinding intensity of her partners and made her feel really shitty in the beginning. but, i think she’d shine during his teen years actually, because she’s not overbearing or intense and becomes the quiet, calm strength that a hormonal, spotty teen boy would probably need.

and sirius <3 our poor baby falls in love with harry, perhaps even more quickly than james, with such startling speed that it shakes his entire foundation. he doesn’t regret it but he’s constantly discombobulated. i also imagine that…it takes him longer to settle into the role of parent, esp bc he’s not biologically one ykno? not like it matters to anyone, ofc, but it takes him a long time to truly accept his authority and place, to believe that he has just as much right as j&l to be there, to parent harry. this has the consequence of him always being more indulgent than the other two; after all, he considered himself a godfather before a parent and a lot of that thinking stayed. he lets harry get away with stuff the others might not (and the little mf figures this out later); some of it also comes from sirius seeing so much shit, and facing so much shit himself, that he rationalises a lot of stuff as ‘well, this isn’t the worst it can be, so what’s the harm’ (because his life has been such a roller coaster that he’s forgotten that not everyone’s like that, if that makes sense?)

its obviously not this clear cut but i imagine harry looks at it like this: if he needs unconditional love, he goes to james; rationality and logic, lily; acceptance and calm, sirius. when someone has to be beat up for hurting harry, james steps in. if he needs help burying a body, it’s sirius. dealing with some asshole boss/teacher/classmate’s mother who’s making harry’s life hell? lily. i can keep going but,,,u get the idea, right? this makes sense, i hope lol

i actually think harry’s first birthday is a great example. sirius pushes the boundaries by gifting lil harry a broom; james loses his mind running after him; lily places an industrial sticking charm on harry’s butt, leans back with a glass of wine, and enjoys the show. even as he grows up, lily and james act as the disciplinarian, and sirius is the emotional outlet. all of them fill in each other’s cracks so well, and it’s only when harry grows up that he realises how effortlessly they worked off each other to parent him.

also oh man o man. harry being cunning is,,,,,see, i’ve not considered it this far but it makes perfect sense. i think canon harry actually had so much manipulative energy and it’s often overlooked for his goofier traits but! this is the same dude who used his dead parents to trick slughorn into revealing sensitive info! imagine if that could be channelled into his jilypad interactions 😈

it’s like, it takes him a bit, because his three parents r so smooth, but once he realises that all of them have certain weak spots, he does NOT hesitate to exploit them. (it has the unintended consequence of truly strengthening the jilypad relationship into an unbreakable one bc one thing their kid taught them is to have ironclad communication going at all times so nothing they’ve said, or not said, is used against them). so like, he knows if he wants to sneak out to a party, it has to be sirius and in a specific way—‘i’ll be totally safe, papa, plus i really wanna see what it’s like and idk when it’ll get a chance to again’. if he widens his eyes to pitiful levels, pouts a little, and blinks faster than usual, then james is putty in his arms as long as he’s separated from the other two. divide and conquer becomes the main tool in harry’s arsenal, actually. lily’s the toughest nut to crack, purely bc she doesn’t run on emotions or irreverence, but harry soon learns that if he comes up with a solid, logical case that proves his argument has unbiased merit then he has a good chance of getting her to say yes. (this is good, bc u can arrange words in the correct order, but u can’t always control emotions)

so overall yeah, you’d think one kid + 3 parents would be an easy bet, but harry keeps them on their toes all the fkn time.

[littlemissmanga]

If you’re still doing the 200-word game, I’d love to see Wolffe with fem!reader for prompt 10. Maybe she’s used to doing things on her own and has a hard time relaxing :)

Send me one of the following and a clone and I'll write a 200 word spicy drabble.

YES! Nonnie, IDK how you knew to send this in, but let me tell you I'm feeling this in my soul. I'm so sorry it took so long, I hope this hits the right note.

Also, this is entirely self-indulgent cause it's been a WEEK at work and it's only Tuesday lol.

Pairing: Wolffe x f!Reader

W/C: 750 (sorry I couldn't stay within the 200 tonight.

Warnings: Spice, heavy petting, nudity (f), fingering

Divider by @samspenandsword

You couldn’t even care about the concerning clink that rung out when your bag hit the floor, your poor lunch container likely cracked now.

Kriff it, what else can go wrong today!?

It had been hell. After busting your ass for three weeks, the client had changed the parameters for the project you were working on. Even worse, you knew this would happen. Saw it coming from the beginning told the client as much. But your boss — needing to save face in front of the client and always be right — told you to just do instructed.

Sure enough, now that’s three weeks of work wasted and you know you’ll be blamed if the deadline isn’t met. So instead of relaxing this weekend, you’ll be up to your elbow in work.

Not even bothering to suppress a groan, you kicked your shoes off and made your way into your apartment, only to feel strong hands grab at your waist as you passed the kitchen. Immediately, you tensed, pulling your arm back to strike, until ...

“Hey, hey, it’s just me, sweetheart.”

The low voice — unmodulated by his helmet or a holocall — instantly killed your defenses.

“Wolffe,” you sighed, turning to relax fully into his arms as you rested your forehead against his chest. He had already showered and changed into the clothes you kept for him when he was on leave. Gods, just the feel of him, the smell of him, was already calming your over-fried nerves. “Stars, I’m so glad you’re here.”

He chuckled and pulled you tighter. “Rough day?”

“Try a rough month,” you mumbled into his chest. “And it’s about to be a rough weekend.”

“Ah.”

You never understood it. Your petty corporate struggles pale in comparison to the challenges Wolffe had to face every day. And yet, he had endless patience for them, listening to your complaining. He approached everything so tactically and yet he genuinely cared enough to just support and validate you without judgement.

“Well, I can’t help with your work,” he said, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “But I do know you can’t do anything overwhelmed and overstressed. And that is something I can help with.”

Oh, now that was tempting. But…

“And before you start burning out that brain of yours, you know I’m right. Nothing of value is getting done if you’re already running on empty.”

You lean back to look at Wolffe, taking him in fully for the first time. “You’re not taking ‘no’ for an answer, are you?”

He cocked an eyebrow, giving you a discerning look that you were sure scared the boys of the 104th into obedience. “No.”

His hands slid to your front, pulling your blouse from your skirt and deftly unbuttoning it.

“You’ve been working hard. And you have more hard work in front of you. It’s not a crime to take a break to care for yourself. I … I worry you don’t do that enough,” he admitted, pushing the light fabric off your shoulders and onto the floor.

He moved on to your skirt, carefully pulling the zipper so it wouldn’t catch. “And now that I’m here, I can make sure you’re cared for the way you deserve.”

Invading your space further, Wolffe trailed the lightest of kisses across the top of your bare shoulder up the column of your neck, moving slowly to touch every inch of your skin with his lips. You barely registered how much you were leaning into him, relying on him to hold you, until he gathered you in his arms and began walking to your bedroom.

“I take care of myself just fine, I’ll have you know,” you countered as he laid you gently across your bed. “You spoil me. There’s a difference.”

Wolffe’s smile was positively sinful as he shook his head. He pulled himself over you, resting on his side so he could map out the curves of your body with one hand.

“There shouldn’t be, sweetheart.”

You would have protested more normally. Your mind was desperately trying to hold onto the urgency of your work, needing to get started lest your anxious thoughts consume you, but it was getting harder and harder. A pleasant fog overtook your thoughts, your body already having yielded to his touch, legs opening at the barest tap from his calloused hand. His rough touch pulled a gasp from you as he passed lightly over your heat.

“That’s it, baby. Just let go. Lay back and let me take care of you.”

So you did. And it wasn’t long before the only thing you could think was Wolffe.

[disneynerdpumpkin]

Descendants OC time! (so far anyway lol)

(Keep in mind that their profiles aren't entirely finished; some of them I haven't fully developed yet, but this is them in general)

Penelope (daughter of Pinocchio and Alice) Penelope always smells of wood and paint, and always has fresh sawdust on her apron from carving; she is very artsy and loves sketching and painting, as well as reading books. (Her grandfather Geppetto taught her how to carve when she was younger, and now she loves creating and making things.)

She is much like her father (happy-go-lucky, etc), but she is also mature for her age. She is 14 years old.

She is also a dancer (mainly dances ballet, contemporary, and tap).

Her nickname is Ellie, and her favorite snack is warm cinnamon rolls.

Penelope Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/16pKoxC

Sophie (daughter of Stromboli) Sophie is a dancer and a gymnast, and loves performing. Like her father, she has a bit of a temper when she gets angry (but not as much).

She loves listening to music, and she loves wearing blouses. She is 14 years old.

Sophie Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/7s02Kxm

Chrissy (daughter of the Coachman) Chrissy and her father are almost polar opposites. She owns a small whip that her father has gifted her, she has vowed to herself never to use it to beat animals (she loves animals and would never treat them cruelly); she only uses it to practice whip-cracking tricks. Her eyes sometimes flash green when she's angry.

She is 15 years old.

Chrissy loves animals; she has taken in a baby donkey, which she has named Posy. (the Coachman was going to leave Posy to die, as he didn't need any more donkeys at the moment; Chrissy started to care for her)

(Chrissy w/green eyes) ↑

Chrissy Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/7rClPo2

Evelyn (daughter of The Blue Fairy) Evelyn is half-fairy, half-human. She is a rebel, and very sarcastic. She provides the dark humor in her friend group. Evelyn is very kind and supportive of her friends, despite being sarcastic. Despite magic not being used in Auradon, she uses her magic often; using her wand made from sapphire.

She is 16 years old, and loves black leather clothing (she thinks they make her look tough and cool); she also loves chocolate

Evelyn w/wings ↑

Evelyn Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/1TNx96G

Petunia (daughter of Lampwick -and Tiger Lily-) Requested/inspired by @casinotrio1965 (shared OC)

Petunia is the young daughter of Lampwick and Tiger Lily. She loves playing pool (and even has a custom billiards cue stick that her father bought for her) and is really good at it. She loves comfy clothes, and her favorite drink is warm ginger tea with honey and lemon.

Petunia's favorite color is lavender, and her second favorite color is green. She loves floral scented candles. (I apologize, I could only find a darker lavender in Gacha and not a lighter one lol)

She also does a bit of yoga as a way to relax and to keep in shape.

She is 14 years old.

Petunia Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/26PUsAF

Madelyn Hatter (daughter of the Mad Hatter) Everyone calls her Maddy/Maddie for short. Much like her father, she loves unbirthday celebrations and tea parties, and she's a child at heart. She loves to make her friends smile and help them out on their bad days. Maddy loves peach tea (especially iced teas), and her favorite snacks are jammie dodgers.

Maddy is 15 years old.

In her free time she sometimes likes to practice magic tricks (like card tricks); she's not very good at it though, but she tries anyway.

Maddy w/ her glasses ↑

Maddy Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/5eKcSLR

Sabrina Skellington (daughter of Jack and Sally Skellington) Sabrina loves practicing scaring tactics; her father teaches her scaring tactics and strategies. She's very confident, and often has her hair tied back in some way, shape, or form.

Her favorite candy is candy canes; she also has pyrokinesis (like her father). She loves Christmas, and it's her favorite holiday.

Sabrina is 15 years old.

Sabrina Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/3PZe4mn

Jacqueline Skellington (daughter of Jack and Sally Skellington) Jackie for short. She is introverted; she is a writer and loves to sketch, and loves reading. Like her mother, Jackie is a very talented seamstress and loves to sew. She also loves to make teas and potions.

She is 15 years old.

She loves wearing sweaters, and occasionally listening to relaxing ASMR.

She totally isn't Sandy Claw's favorite among Jack's kids

Jackie Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/5kDdJa5

Sterling Skellington (son of Jack and Sally Skellington) Sterling is 16 years old, and he is on the tourney team at Auradon Prep. He loves modeling men's clothing that Jackie sews (he especially loves the patchwork jacket he received as a Christmas present one year).

Sterling also loves playing some video games, and enjoys attempting to teach Zero new tricks.

Sterling Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/Di0FV4N

Bella (daughter of Oogie Boogie) Bella is crazy about anything neon/glow-in-the-dark; like her father, she loves gambling games and risk. (Her favorite game is dominoes)

She loves jazz music, and is a jazz dancer; she loves listening and dancing to show tunes. She also does some theater.

Oogie Boogie has gifted her a pair of dice.

Bella is 15 years old, and is a humanoid with burlap skin (but not filled with bugs, like her father is). Sometimes her friends call her Boogie Boogie.

Bella Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/MyQTE3p

Princeton Hoffman (son of Captain Phillip Hoffman/The Nutcracker and Clara Stahlbaum) He is a ballet dancer, and is on the tourney team; he is very strong physically, and athletic. Once Princeton becomes close friends with someone, he becomes very protective of them.

His favorite season is winter; he thinks it's very beautiful and no matter how old he gets, he loves to play in it.

Princeton is 15 years old.

Princeton Pinterest aesthetic board: https://pin.it/7hrtU6e