#“PLEASE would you come inside IT'S LITERALLY HAILING”

[sincerely-sofie]

*Skitters up to you on all fours and drops this in your lap, then scrambles up the walls and onto the ceiling and immediately falls asleep*

Comic time! Lucky wakes up in the middle of the night and has a chat with Sen in this one.

[rosenclaws]

can I pretty please get a scenario with Eddie (someone like you) like the new years eve party but he does catch you on the way out and shows you how he loves you and how he fucks you

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI.

wc: 823

a/n: I got a litttleee carried away but I'm in such an Eddie mood rn sooo this was born!! Hope you like it!

This was a stupid idea. Why did you come here? Just to embarrass yourself? You wrap your coat around your body as you storm out of the house. New Years Eve and you're spending it running away from the man you're in love with. Eddie had told you were he was going to be, even offered to take you but you declined.

As time ticked on you felt longing to be by his side, jealousy wondering if he's going to be kissing a different girl when the clock hit midnight. Against your better judgement you decided to do something spontaneous. Dress up and find Eddie and tell him how you feel. You got to the dress up part and the finding him part but you saw him standing and laughing. A girl looking at him with stars in her eyes.

You were too late. Stupid stupid idea. You locked eyes with Eddie for a second before you turned and bolted out the door. Now you're hurrying as far away as you can get. God what are you even going to say to him tomorrow? Probably another girl will walk out of his bedroom and you just have to smile and pretend like it doesn't kill you inside.

"Wait!" You hear Eddie's voice behind you but you keep walking. A hand on your shoulder makes you jump. It's Eddie. He's panting, out of breath from practically sprinting to make it to you.

"What are you doing Eddie?"

"You came." He's looking at you with this stupidly perfect puppy eyes. A dopey smile on his face.

"And now I'm going home. Enjoy your night Eddie. Keep it down when you get home." You bite harsher than you mean to but you can't help it. He laughs and you get angry, so this is funny to him.

"Come here." He grabs your waist and pulls you into a kiss. You feel and hear literal fireworks as your lips meet. It's midnight.

"Eddie." You gasp as you tilt your head back. He nips at your ear and smiles when you let out a quiet groan.

"I love you baby, fuck I've been in love with you for a long time." He hails down a cab and pulls you inside of it.

The ride back to your shared apartment was buzzing filled with nerves. Your mind swirling with questions and doubts. He practically drags you up the stairs and through the door. He kisses you again but you push him off gently.

"What's with all the hook ups then Eddie?" If he loved you then why would he be bringing a new girl home every week.

"Because I'm a fucking idiot who's scared of love. I don't deserve you baby, no strings attached is easier than facing my feelings." He confesses. He's gently sliding your coat off and kissing your shoulders. Mumbling apologizes and promising that he loves you. Swearing he'll show you every minute of everyday if you let him.

"Then prove it, prove that you love me." You yank his tie off and push him towards your bedroom.

"Don't wanna fuck on the same bed that you have your one night stands in." You say as you both undress. Eddie grins, loving the possessiveness in your voice as he sheds the last of his clothes.

"I'll buy new sheets." Eddie grabs your waist and guides you to the bed. Pushing you down and climbing over you.

"I'll buy a new fucking mattress if you want."

Time seems to blur as you get lost in the pleasure. Nails leaving scratches in his back, his fingers digging into your skin. The sweet sounds of sex. He's got your hands pinned to the bed, lips tracing your jaw as he fucks you hard and dirty. You can barely think as he brings you over the edge over and over again. Fuck you get why girls can't seem to stay away from him. Too bad he's yours now.

You're spent and tired but Eddie won't let you get up. The sheets are a mess and so are the two of you. He's got an arm locked around your waist. His chin resting on your shoulder as he gently runs his hand along your body.

"Pretty good way to start the new year." He says with a cheeky grin. His hand drifting lower beneath the sheets.

"I guess..." You say with a teasing voice. Smacking his hand away and rolling over so your facing him. He scoffs and flops onto his back. A fake look of offence on his face.

"Considering the way you were screaming my name, I think I deserve better than I guess." You rest your head on his chest and cuddle close to his side. You pretend to think and sigh. His arm comes to your side and you feel the happiest you've ever felt. Like you were meant to be here, next to Eddie.

"Oh alright, it was okay."

"Babe you're really hurting my ego here."

[bones4thecats]

hello, I would like to make a request to Ignihyde with a reader like Magara from Hercules (note, magara! reader being Idia's boyfriend(girlfriend) please

The Reader Being Twisted From Megara

Characters: Idia and Ortho Shroud Requester: @marinahavik A/N: Heyo there, Marina! I know this has taken a while to get out there, but I've been busy with some extra side-hassles with the blog. Note; there will be an announcement after this comes out! Anyways, I do hope you enjoy this pieces despite coming out a while after requested😅 Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Book 6 and mentions of Death

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»»———————————- 　 Idia Shroud 　———————————-««

🎮 Wow, talk about opposites attract

🎮 This guy is literally known around Night Raven College for being a shut-it, meanwhile you are known for being a fairly obvious and cynical person. One that is hailed at being worse than Professor Trein when upset

🎮 Now, for the many years you and Idia have known one another, he by far believes that he deserves to have a friend as cool and chilled out as you around him. He’s a 'weird otaku' for crying out loud

🎮 When you guys first met, you were settling down from fight with another classmate. Apparently, he had tried to hit your younger sister, and in a fit of rage, you grabbed his hair and began to beat him senseless. And while you were fairly cynical when replying to the principal’s questions, Idia was more timid

🎮 You and him were released from the office, and when you introduced yourself and found out he got in trouble for messaging his parents because it was the date of his younger brother’s death, you swore to stand by his side. No take backs

🎮 Ever since then, Idia has been hooked onto you, which led to your relationship blossoming into what it is today

🎮 Idia is definitely nervous of being in a relationship with you, as you had a bad experience with your past boyfriend who was known by many names, Donovan or Don, or even Adonis! Talk about a spoiled narcissist

🎮 But, every time you notice that he is burying himself into these awful thoughts, you would jump in and begin to help him by reassuring him that he is far better than Donovan ever was to you. As he actually listens and talks to you instead of ignoring you and belittling you in front of his friends like Donovan

🎮 Speaking of Donovan, when he came by and tried to offer to rekindle your relationship, Idia showed a whole other side of him that scared all that witnessed the event

🎮 As the golden-haired man held your hand while bent down on one knee, your boyfriend literally blew up in flames, but, instead of blue ones, they were a hellfire-red and orange. And once he saw just how pissed the dormhead was, Donovan lunged out of there, but not before he praised on how you would regret rejecting him and for 'embarrassing' him

🎮 Please, he's an embarrassment on his own.

🎮 But, despite your cynical and disgusted-appearing nature, you really were a sweetheart inside. This was shown to Idia when you first interacted with Ortho, or, the robot-him that is...

🎮 You held his hand as he walked to practice, you'd allow him to recharge in your lap, hell, you would even allow him to do whatever he wanted with your extremely long and thick hair- sometimes the tiny mech would even match both you and his brother's hair

🎮 Don't mind Idia, he's just rebooting in the background- something about losing to much XP or whatever

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»»———————————-　 Ortho Shroud　———————————-««

🤖 Ortho is absolutely the biggest sweetheart you have ever met in your life!

🤖 When he first came back to life after Idia's overblot, he had no idea what happened or who you were. But, once you explained everything about you and Idia's bond, leaving out his death date and such, since he was no doubt overwhelmed with the fact his brother had an S/O

🤖 Ortho hugged your tightly as you just chuckled and gave him pats on his tiny robotic back

🤖 Idia awoke from his small nap in the nurse-ward to see you and Ortho curled up on a nearby sofa, the younger male being propped up in your arms like a toddler would with his mother

🤖 The younger Shroud would be lying if he said that he didn't love teasing you and his brother! He's the younger sibling, and as the younger sibling in a family, it is our job to make the oldest regret wishing for us. I can guarantee that, I have two older brothers

🤖 Like I mentioned earlier, you allow Ortho to hold your hand whenever he walked, have him recharge/rest in your lap, and let him style your hair

🤖 Speaking of your hair, whenever he does both you and his brother's to match, he just chuckles mischievously in the background as you hold Idia up and try getting a bottle of water in his mouth to cool him down from his embarrassment

[st-danger]

I'm begging u, LITERALLY BEGGING U,

I need quintosis daddy Aether/Swiss. Mayb wreck Swiss a lil, at your discretion, but like Aether's still a sweetheart, ykwim?

I am desperate. Please.

Aether kisses him and Swiss feels the quintessence bloom within, a pleasurable glow that starts in his stomach and rapidly branches out, as if carried by his blood. He can't help but to moan, a noise Aether licks, and Swiss feels the tingling, intense and so good from his ears to his toes. He arches up against Aether, trapped between him and the many blankets that cover Aether's bed, and lets the sedation claim him. Were he still clothed, he would be begging to be stripped now; his skin is wildly sensitive, every nerve singing in the nicest way possible, every point of connection he makes with Aether lying on top of him, with the bed-

He throbs against Aether's belly, and hears him huff a laugh through the fog that encompasses his brain. He can't even raise his arms, which lay splayed out beside him.

"What do you think?" Aether asks, like he doesn't know.

"Unholyshit," Swiss slurs, stumbling over the words. His tongue feels thick in his mouth. He feels useless. He feels like he could cum right now, if Aether would let him. Aether shifts above him, pushing himself up, and the loss that comes with the movement actually makes Swiss sad. He can't remember the last time he's felt so needy.

"Hang on," Aether says, amused, smiling down at him with that sweet look that gives away how utterly besotted he is, eyes crinkling in the corners. "Can I suck you like this? Is that okay?"

Swiss nods, gathering strength enough to tilt his head up so he can watch Aether spread his legs to make space for him. To watch him lie between them. Aether wraps his fingers around Swiss's thick cock, and he expects to see and feel pretty lips closing around the head, but what he gets instead is Aether nuzzling his sack, and then drawing his tongue over his balls.

It's agony he couldn't possibly have prepared himself for.

He tries to swear, to form anything resembling a real word, but all he manages is noise, a low groan pulled from the very pit of his stomach, his abs clenching.

"You're so hard," Aether murmurs, and Swiss notes the pleased tone, the pink cresting on Aether's cheeks, right before his head hits the pillow again, pressing into the soft down. "Dick's so pretty like this."

"Please," Swiss begs. "Suck me, unholy fuck."

He can't bear to look when he feels lips brush against the head, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip.

"Can you say it? And I will," Aether promises, sounding almost shy. "I'll suck it as long as you want, I'll make you cry."

Swiss would say absolutely anything right now. He'd recite the Lord's Prayer, say a Hail Mary or five if that's what gets him inside that hot mouth. Under different circumstances, if he wasn't so narcotized on the magick Aether has drenched him with, he might find it funny. Goofy.

"Daddy," Swiss manages, summoning the willpower to clutch at the bedspread. Aether makes a small noise.

"Oh," he whispers. "Yeah, daddy's here. Gonna make you feel so good."

[mncxbe]

Hi please could you write some comfort for aku? i need it after this episode 😭😭

Yes get it I literally bawled my eyes out all evening after watching that episode. Like I knew it was gonna happen but still😭😭 Ok so enjoy♡♡ it's a bit angsty at the beginning but bear with me. it gets better

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𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: comfort♡/ angst

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: soft Aku

The bruises on Akutagawa's body have already turned purple by the time he got back to the headquarters. But he didn't care about the cuts and marks that now adorned his pale skin, nor about the fact that he almost lost his life in battle; all that mattered was that he came victorious in a fight against one of the most powerful ability users in Yokohama.

Despite the sense of pride he felt as he was leaving the fight scene, anxiety rooted itself in his mind and soul. Because he knew you weren't going to be happy with his current dishevelled state.

But why would he care about your opinion? After all you were... what? A colleague, a friend maybe, someone he occasionally went on missions with? The boundaries of your relationship were not clearly set; even so, Akutagawa knew you cared about him and although he failed to admit it, he cared deeply about you too.

The mafioso could make out your figure under a streetlamp; you were sitting on the stairs in front of the building, hunched over a book. The light of the lamp pole fell upon your frame, enveloping you in a golden mist.

Upon hearing his footsteps your head slowly turned in his direction.

"You're back" you stated in a plain tone as you closed your book and rose to your feet.

"Yea. I just have to write the report and then I'll leave for the night."

Akutagawa cursed himself for how weak his voice sounded. With a blank expression on your face, your eyes scanned his body; lingering on the deep cut on his cheek and the crimson patches on the sleeves of his blouse.

"Everyone left already. You can turn in your report tomorrow, now you're coming to my place"

"But I don't need to-" he tried to protest but you quickly cut him off with a swift motion of your hand.

"You're not in any position to object." you said codly, voice laced with seething anger.

Without waiting for his reply, you hailed a cab and as soon as the yellow car pulled over you yanked the back seat door open and motioned him to get inside.

The ride back to your apartment was marked by a heavy silence. He didn't dare utter a word, opting to spare you quick, fearful glances. It was obvious that you were enraged, but your anger was of a cold nature; the unspoken words stinging like an ice burn.

The tension between the two of you kept growing as you nimbly made your way up the flight of stairs that led to your condo; but as soon as the door shut behind you, your cold facade crumbled.

"You idiot how could you put yourself in danger like that? You could've died." you screamed, throwing your hands up in a desperate gesture.

"Don't worry, ok?" he replied in attempt to ease your mind "All it matters is that I defeted him and-"

"No, Akutagawa it's not just about surviving fights. You need to be more careful. Why do you even accept such dangerous missions?"

"You don't get it, Y/N. These are all trials. If I manage to triumph over the enemy Dazai will surely deem me worthy. My life won't be lived in vain."

Although he spoke those words in the most gentle voice possible, the truth behind them shattered your heart. Pearly tears began to cloud your vision as you spoke in a harsh voice.

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe Dazai is just using you? You're putting your life on the line for someone who doesn't even care about you. And your reckless actions don't only affect you, you know?" By this point your whole body was trembling but your fierce gaze still held his as you continued talking:

"They affect the people who actually care about you. You're hurting us, Ryu. You're hurting me."

Akutagawa wasn't an affectionate person; you knew that very well. That's why the moment you felt his arms wrap tightly around you, your body froze.

"Shhh" he said in a hushed voice, gently caressing your back "I'm here now, so don't cry."

Akutagawa himself was surprised by his soft-hearted behaviour. Normally when people spoke badly about his former mentor he'd lash out, but when you said those things all he felt was... guilt? Pressing you closer to his chest, he held you until you managed to regain your breath.

When you eventually pulled away, his dark coat was stained with your tears. You wiped your running nose with the back of your hand, earning the smile from your colleague.

"Look, Y/N" he began gingerly, taking one of your soft hands in his "All I can do well is fight. I was born and raised a weapon and this is what I love doing, it's my purpose in life. You cannot ask me to give up on that."

His gaze softened as he heard your breath hitch again. Giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, he continued talking.

"But for the first time in my life I'm driven not only by the need to prove myself to Dazai. I fight for you too. And so no matter what, I'll come back to you. I swear."

A soft smile rose to your lips upon hearing his confession, your eyes glimmering with hope.

"You promise, Ryu?" you asked in a mellow voice as you took a step towards him; he was now mere inches away from you.

Suddenly, Akutagawa became aware of the closeness between your bodies and attempted to retreat, but your arms hurriedly snaked around his neck to keep him in place. As your gaze traced along the fine features of his face you could see his cheeks turn a dark shade of pink.

"Are you perhaps blushing, Ryu?" you giggled, playfully raising a brow.

Your friend shifted closer to you; his lithe fingers digging into the plush of your hips as he pressed your frame flush against his. His sudden, daring actions caused a blush to spread across your face too.

"Who's blushing now, huh?" he huffed, bringing his lips close impossibly close to the shell of your ear. "And not to mention that you got so worked up about me dying that you cried. So don't start teasing me when you're no better. Ok dear?"

As he uttered those words in his usual, low voice a wave of heat washed over your body and you shuddered lightly. Your reaction didn't go unnoticed, his lips curling into a smirk.

"You look pretty when you're flustered" he babbled out before meeting your gaze again. "But really now, I hope you know I meant every word I said to you. And I know that may not be enough to ease your mind. After all actions speak louder than words, so I'll prove you"

"You don't have to prove me anything, Ryu" you replied in a reassuring tone "Just keep your promise, ok? And let me patch you up, you look terrible"

With a warm smile on his face, Akutagawa leaned slightly forward, his forehead pressing against yours; a pledge of devotion to you.

"Okay. But let's stay like this a bit longer" he whispered as he closed his eyes, relishing your presence and the brand new feeling that was blooming in his heart.

[rambheem-is-real]

Varadha's Greatest Strength Part 1

A Varadeva fic

Baachi pov for Part 1

warnings: NSFW in Part 2

AU where in the crossfire, Raja Mannar, Radha Rama, Rudra, and the Ghaniyar tribe have perished. Varadha is about to assume the throne when the Shouryangas come to attack.

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"Anna, they're getting in, we can't stop them!" Baachi cries out, watching the metal doors of the Khansaar inner court warp from the pressure of hundreds of warriors fighting to get inside.

His older brother stands behind him, unmoving. The coolness of his demeanor is irritating Baachi to no end. The Shouryangas were literally on their doorstep and Varadharaja Mannar hadn't even drawn a sword.

"Anna! What do we do!"

Finally, his brother looks at Baachi, and his lips twitch into the slightest smile.

"We can't beat them, don't bother. Let them come in."

At this, even Varadha's loyalists gape at him, but before they can say anything, the doors smash open.

With a cheer, the Shouryangas make their way into the room, quickly surrounding the few men left willing to fight for the last lord of the Mannarsi.

"Anyone lay a hand on my brother and I'll-" Baachi is cut off by Baba's hand on the arm holding up his rifle. He looks at Baba, who just shakes his head and gestures at a familiar figure walking towards them.

"You!" Baachi exclaims. "After all my brother did for you, after bringing you here, you dare betray him?"

Devaratha doesn't even look at Baachi as he passes by, who realizes in horror that Devaratha is going straight for his older brother, standing in front of the Khansaar throne.

The Shouryanga army and Varadha's loyalists both hold their breaths, waiting to see what would happen.

Devaratha reaches Varadha, who still has that damned smile on his face.

Please let it be honorable and quick, Baachi prays. It was bad enough that the person his brother loved the most would be the one to end him.

To everyone's surprise, instead of striking Varadha down with his sword and claiming the throne, as was Devaratha's birthright, Baachi sees Devaratha kneel.

It's a slow, deliberate action, meant to dispel any confusion over its purpose. Devaratha keeps eye contact with his brother until he fully reaches the ground, and then drops into a low bow.

"I, Devaratha Raisan," the man starts in his gravelly voice. "Pledge allegiance to Varadharaja Mannar of the Mannarsi tribe."

Gasps are heard around the room, and the Shouryanga leaders, Bharava and Dheru, look furious. Baachi himself isn't sure what's happening.

"I have vowed to protect my Sulthan, and I will always be his Salaar. Anyone who disagrees will cross Dhaara Raisan's son."

Baachi sees his brother's smile widen into something more joyful, something softer and more intimate than he thinks a roomful of enemy Shouryanga warriors should be seeing. And in the second twist of the night, Varadharaja Mannar moves forward to kneel before Devaratha.

He gently caresses Devaratha's face, who leans into the touch as if he craves it.

"My Salaar," Varadha says, so softly Baachi almost can't hear it over the sound of the unhappy Shouryangas. He can't see what expression Devaratha makes at that, but it's enough for Varadha to grip him by the jaw and pull him in for a kiss.

Oh. Ohhhhh.

"Deva, what-" Bhaarava tries to yell but is interrupted by Devaratha, who stands up and raises his sword.

"I WILL NOT LET ANYONE TOUCH HIM!"

The declarations stuns the Shouryangas, who, after a long pause, start to back away.

The reality of the situation sets in for Baachi, and he can see from the suddenly hopeful faces that Baba, Bilal, Rinda, and the others have also understood.

Devaratha was never a threat, never a weakness, he had always been Varadha's greatest strength.

Baachi's face breaks out into a grin. "All hail the next karta of Khansaar, Varadharaja Mannar!"

"No, Baachi." His brother says, standing up. He locks eyes with Devaratha once more. "There will be a change to the Nibandhanam."

Varadha turns to address the entire room. "Shouryangas!" He calls.

The retreating army pauses. Bhaarava glares at Baachi's brother. "What do you want?"

Varadha just smiles at him, and grasps Devaratha's hand. "I propose an equal partnership between the Mannars and the Shouryangas."

Dheru scoffs, and Bhaarava narrows his eyes. "And how will you do that? When the rightful heir to the throne and the savior of our tribe is beneath you?"

Varadha shakes his head. "Deva is not beneath me. My Deva is always an equal to me, the one I love most."

Devaratha gives him the sappiest look Baachi has seen a man give another person, and he internally shudders.

Ugh. That man was going to be his brother-in-law soon at this rate.

"Which is why I want to rule Khansaar with Deva. As a partnership."

There it was.

Bhaarava gives Devaratha a cautious look, who nods.

"And what will that entail for us?"

Baachi tunes out once the negotiations start, but he's glad that his brother is alive and happy once more, even if it means he has to keep dealing with Devaratha.

He catches Varadha's eyes during a break, and sees the question in them: Are you okay with this? With him as well?

Baachi smiles in response, and sees Varadha relax at the confirmation that Baachi approves.

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tagging moots and the people that commented on my post about writing a smut fic: @deadloverscity @sada-siva-sanyaasi @sambaridli @sometimesbrave @just-a-lazy-person @vijayasena @mad-who-ra @umbrulla @jitterbugbetty @importantpiratesgetscaredofme @chocolate-1-0-1 @pitrsattabhaadmeinjao @sinistergooseberries @tulodiscord @varadevaficrecs

[al-astakbar]

hiiii ermmmm…idk if you’re still doing requests or if this is even something you’d write but. thrawn + cockwarming…? 🫣 literally whatever comes to mind. im just feeling a little silly

> title ☆ Stillness

> summary ☆ You and Thrawn enjoy being as close to each other as possible.

> pairing ☆  Thrawn x reader ☆ word count [952] ☆ warnings ☆ cockwarming; PIV sex; Chiss purring; established relationship

> posted on ao3

Thrawn trains you well, trains you to take his cock, all of it, whenever and however pleases him. Trains you to crave it, you’re a bold little thing and it amuses him when you crawl onto his lap all mewling and needy. To see you struggle as you try to fuck yourself on his thick length when just the head barely fits inside you. 

“Good, love,” he urges you, just the slightest hint of strain in his usually cool, modulated voice. “Very good. Just a bit more and then you may rest.”

You’re straddling him, shaking with the effort, and already so turned on you’re dizzy from it. You brace your hand against his chest, it looks so small there on the wide expanse next to his rank plate. With a breathy moan, you sink down as far as you can go.

He strokes his hand down your side, then back up. He likes how soft your skin is, how you shiver at the lightest touch. But right now you only hold half of his attention. He has a datapad in his other hand, tapping every so often to advance to the next screen of whatever he’s reading. 

You try to rise, needing friction, needing to move but Thrawn stops you. You knew he would. He doesn’t want the distraction right now. All he needs is his cock kept warm. He’ll fuck you at his convenience— and no sooner. 

“Ch’acah,” he says admonishingly. He doesn’t look at you. “Be still. If you can’t be still, I’ll have to make do with your mouth. That is not what you want, is it?” 

You shake your head, pouting. Definitely not. When he decides he wants to keep his cock warm in your mouth, it means you stay under his desk, in the dark. For that, he fastens a collar around your neck, attached to a thin silvery chain, and the chain is bolted to the desk so you can’t move far. Then you must kneel, quiet and still, with your lips stretched around his cock. Often for hours, while he studies art or contemplates battle plans. Occasionally stroking his hand through your hair and fucking lazily into the wet heat of your mouth to keep himself hard. 

Desire pulses through you at the thought, giving you away. He feels you clench around him, and he laughs, low and soft, and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Or perhaps it is.” 

For a while, you settle. You don’t know how long. He answers a few times when he’s hailed on his commlink, giving orders in the same calm, professional tone as he would any other time. As if he doesn’t have you on his lap. As if he doesn’t have to repress a groan at every involuntary flutter of your inner muscles. 

“Thrawn…” you whine. 

Your squirming earns you a slap to the thigh and Thrawn growling your name in warning. His control is tenuous. You can tell, he always gets that low, alien rumble to his voice when his patience is being tested. 

You know better than to ask if you’re allowed to cum yet, but even your quiet cries of please might cross the line. Sometimes, when he’s in a particular mood, you won’t be allowed to cum at all. At those times, your hole is for warming his cock and nothing more. So you do your best not to move, even though arousal is pulsing in your core and you feel so wonderfully slick and full. You drape your arms around his shoulders, rest your cheek against his chest. 

There are things he’s never told you about his species. That low, almost purring sound being one of them-- he won’t say what it is, exactly, or why or how he does it, but these times, when you are close like this, you always hear it, beneath the steady, slow beat of his heart. That sound of warm and safe and happy from deep in his chest. 

Thrawn runs hot, too, maybe another quirk of his species. His higher body temperature and the vibration of his purring always gets you sleepy just sitting there, and you drift in and out, all with his cock still in you. Still hard, still filling you. He bounces his knee when he wants to feel you squeeze around him. Of course, you’re still not permitted to move. After so many hours, your need is a persistent, maddening ache. You’re slick, swollen, oversensitized. You could defy Thrawn and seek relief. It wouldn’t take much. Just a little roll of your hips and you’d come apart.

You sigh and nuzzle closer against his neck. This time with him is a thing to cherish, and it is rare to have so long together uninterrupted. 

With all the demands of his schedule, the responsibilities and burdens of command, he chooses to be here, like this. With you. He craves your touch, needs you as much as you need him. He tells you how much he loves feeling you so hot and wet around him, and the reassuring warmth of your body against his. You can feel, after hours, how his posture relaxes and his tension eases away. 

He inhales. Exhales. You rise and fall upon his chest. He tightens his arm around your waist and pulls you down, starting to absently grind his hips up, up, fucking sweet and slow into your core. 

You give a shuddering, grateful moan. Despite your desperate, edging need, it feels so good. It feels so good to be so close to him, to have his cock thick and heavy inside you, and to have the privilege of being a warm, willing vessel for his pleasure.

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[britneyshakespeare]

one of my chickens all day was chillin out under the steps whenever i went out and i was like hm. well. ok. odd but maybe she's comfortable in the tight little space. i could still see her moving her head so i was like whatever. but then i went out around 8:30 pm w my dog for his last tinkle before bed and even though it was completely dark and getting cold, she was still under the steps. i was worried i had a dead chicken and that made my heart sink.

i went in to put dickens to bed and told my dad about it and he said "well if that's the case i'll take the body out in the morning" but honestly. ok well i have to be so honest when i worry about my chickens like this, late at night, it's horrible for my peace of mind. i've had incidents where chickens are doing smth questionable late at night and it would certainly ruin my sleep to go to bed thinking about my poor girls being sick or dead. but i had to have certainty. i had a bag of lettuce that was starting to wilt anyway that i was going to give to them.

so i went out there and poured it out and she didn't come out. all the other girls did and started eating. i lifted the ramp and she was still alive under there, but she did not move. i tried to push her a little and see if maybe she was on an egg? she hasn't started laying yet and she could be a brooder. we've had hens lay their first eggs outside the coop before. no egg was under there either. but as i tried to get her to move towards the lettuce she was like... not taking it. she wasn't letting me pick her up but she seemed to be injured.

so i put her in a little corner and crouched down and started giving her some lettuce from my hands, and put a little pile in front of her to pick at as she willed. i kept the other girls away from her and gathered more of the scattered lettuce and she was eating at her will a little. if she flicked a piece a little out of her way, i pushed it towards her again so she could get it wo straining herself. you know. a little tlc.

after she had eaten a fair amount of lettuce i picked her up and placed her inside the coop proper, because obviously i couldn't depend on her to get in there herself, and it was too cold for her to be out there all night. it was literally hailing this morning. it's almost november. she still wasn't walking around much inside the coop, but by picking her up i did sort of fiddle w her legs and wings to see what it was she was still reacting to. i can't tell you there's any part of her in particular that is not injured (other than her head and maybe her left wing), but her left foot seems to be particularly the problem. if the right one isn't also injured, then it's not strong enough to support her to limp around much.

so once i had her in the coop, i stood from the outside to lift her up and bring her to their waterer. our waterer is set up so they have to be either standing or perched somewhere to really reach it and drink, and you know, she must not have had any water all day. she understood what i was doing and seemed to be more comfortable w me lifting her up now (not that she had any choice in the matter, but her expressions were a little more subdued now bc i clearly meant her no harm at this point). i let her drink and drink until she seemed pleased. but oddly she didn't seem to have the same reaction when i lifted her towards the chicken pellets. so i put her down on the ground and put a pile of chicken pellets in front of her; she ate that way. it was good. i said i love you beauty goodnight and left and updated my dad that she was not dead, just injured.

i feel like a saved a life in some way because i know if i had not seen her there and checked on her that she couldn't likely have lasted the night; if not that, then how long could she live without getting out from under the steps? idk it's just horrible to see her hurt so badly but it does feel... wonderful, in a delicate and sensitive sort of way, to help a living thing in such a desperate state. i am worried about her. i checked on her again before their nightlight was set to go off at 10pm to see how she was doing; she had moved from her spot somewhat but she was clearly still not walking well. idk.

i hope she rests well and i'm glad i got her to eat and drink and sleep inside where it's warm. i don't know if her injuries are something she'll heal from; i'll obviously have to check how she's doing tomorrow morning and in the evening when i get home from school. if she's able to be somewhat a little bit mobile now, that might bode well? i don't know if the other hens will bully her if they see her in a vulnerable state though. i really worry about that. and if she doesn't heal or heals very slowly, that could be really bad for her. i don't mind the idea of having a disabled chicken, since animals dont really care if they have disabilities like a limp or something. she's domestic and they're not even free range so it's not like she's a weaker prey for predators to get at or smth. really it's only her sisters who could make this worse for her if they feel like being awful.

i don't know how she might've gotten injured; we've never had an injured chicken like that before. how would she have broken her leg? or legs? or maybe also wing(s)? might she have been crushed underneath the steps somehow? or did she waddle over under the steps to where her sisters couldn't go and peck at her for not moving?

idk. idk. i'm worried but i do feel good to have found her and helped her. she's much much better just for being revitalized w food and water and a warm coop.

[hezzabeth]

The two big influences of this story are The Winter’s Tale by Shakespeare and The Ramayanam

“This wasn’t what I was expecting, I thought it would be.. dirtier with more destruction” he admitted.

“It was like that five years ago when people were still brave, they’re all too scared now”Sugafana explained as she kept moving walking past the fountain.

It was peculiar how the artist had managed to capture the Chawari’s cold pragmatic cruelty,

Sugafana always assumed someone needed a face to depict that,

But no, it was all there from the hair dryers sleek pointy lines to the way it loomed over them like a vengeful furious god.

“I wonder if he’s really that big in real life” Jay remarked.

“It doesn’t seem very likely, before he ruled the country he used to spend four hours a day styling the old kings hair” Sugafana pointed out before crisply turning away from the statue.

“You know it’s weird that the king even named his hair dryer as his heir, How does creating

Perfect curls qualify someone to run an entire country?” Jay asked and two cleaning bots spun around making hissing sounds.

“That was a hilarious joke Jay, all hail the chatawari” Sugafana giggled nervously,

“Yes, all hail” Jay remarked and Sugafana a rolled her eyes.

“Honestly! This way, the human medical cenfer is located between the custom paint shop and the oil cafe” Sugafana explained.

The human medical center was being manned by an empty coffee maker propped up on a shelf in a small waiting room.

Several humans were shuffling about next to

Appliances, in the line in front of them stood a vacuum cleaner next to a small boy.

“Do you have an appointment?” The coffeemaker asked the vacuum cleaner.

“Yes, under Dusterdemon1986! My human is here for their annual physical and ankle upgrades” the vacuum cleaner grumbled in a slightly annoyed female voice.

“Take your human down the hall and wait in the second room on the left” the coffee maker said before making another chirping sound.

“Is your owner here?” The coffee maker asked sigafana and Jay.

“Owner?” Jay hissed.

“We’re freelance walkers, here to check the genetic makeup of our baby” Sugafana said gesturing to the baby who was now squawking.

“All freelance walkers must pay before using the medical post natal pods, will you be paying with goods or energy?” The coffee maker asked.

“Goods” Sugafana said placing the bag of snow cubes on the desk.

“Snow cubes, two liters, value 100 credits, you may use the genetic testing machine in room five for ten minutes” the coffee maker chimed and Sugafana nodded.

The genetic testing machine was the only thing in the entire facility that even remotely resembled a human. A tall neon pink figure with a single blinking yellow eye carved from shiny plastic.

"Welcome, are you here for analysis or repair?" The machine chirped in a child’s voice, cocking its head to one side.

"Analysis," Sugafana said, taking the baby from Jay's arms.

"Very good, please take the infant and place it in my abdomen," the machine said, and Jay shot Sugafana a suspicious look.

"Are you artificially intelligent? Legally you have to tell us," Jay said.

"I am not artificially intelligent; humans are forbidden from using artificially intelligent devices”.

"Why does it sound like a four-year-old?" Sugafana asked uneasily.

"You’ve never used one of these before?" Jay asked.

"Of course not, I’ve never even had a baby," Sugafana said, and Jay sighed, taking the baby off Sugafana again.

Ever so gently, Jay placed the baby inside the robot's cushy interior, and the doors shut with a whoosh.

"Analysis will be complete in five minutes," the android sang.

"Five minutes? I thought these things worked instantaneously," Sugafana protested.

"This one’s actually pretty fast; the one in my village was sixty years old and took four hours! The babies would come out screaming their heads off," Jay replied, and Sugafana began to walk around the room in circles.

"Did you have a lot of babies before the war?" Sugafana asked, and Jay burst out laughing as he danced across the floor.

"No! I was training to be a nurse in the city, and I would do my practical rounds at my village's medical center," Jay replied as he swished past her.

"You never told me! We’ve been working together for three years, and you never once told me you could give free medical advice! Meanwhile, every day I’ve listened to you retell the plots of all seven Agile and Arrogant movies," Sugafana replied as she finished her first loop of the tiny room.

"You never told me about your grandmother," Jay pointed out.

"I don’t tell anyone about my grandmother. As far as everyone is concerned, she’s my forty-five-year-old roommate; the slumlord who collects my rent charges more for senior citizens and children," Sugafana replied as the android began to play a faint classical melody.

"Do you ever think it’s weird that our camp makes us pay rent? I mean, did the slumlords predict the war was going to happen when they bought a dead empty volcano?" Jay asked.

"No, if I remember correctly, the slumlords were going to turn the volcano into an amusement park," Sugafana said as she finished her second loop.

"I miss roller coasters," Jay sighed.

For a few moments, they lapsed into silence. The only sounds in the room came from the android's music and the baby grunting.

It was a classic romantic tune, and Jay was already perfectly imitating the moves. Jay was now moving towards her, extending his hand, and Sugafana stared at it for a few seconds.

It had been years since the last time she danced.

Sugafana twirled towards him, her pants swishing on the floor. Together they began to move, their hands behind their heads, their feet shifting in an intricate pattern.

Sugafana felt herself glancing upwards, her eyes meeting Jay’s. Sugafana felt her breath catch in her throat. Suddenly she was back at the movies with her sister, watching Veeram Jetstream almost kiss Vyomi Chand.

Jay was staring down at her, his hand reaching towards her cheek. The android beeped, and the music stopped.

Feeling flushed and confused, Sugafana stepped backward as the droid opened with a ping. The baby was gently sleeping.

"Genetic report complete," the android said as Sugafana reached in, grabbing the baby. The android's stomach shut, and the report appeared on its surface.

"Baby girl, heritage Martian South Asian maternal line, Callisto Italian paternal line," Sugafana read.

"Well, that explains the green hair. I had a student whose parents were from Callisto, and her hair looked like fresh limes," Sugafana remarked as she used her fingers to scroll downwards.

"Health, intelligence, personality traits... why do they always put the most important stuff at the end of reports!" Sugafana grumbled and then sighed with relief when she saw a sentence reading "click for birth certificate."

The screen slowly loaded, and Sugafana gasped.

"Maternal line deceased, classified; paternal line alive, classified. What does that even mean?" Jay read over Sugafana’s shoulder.

"It means this is a very important baby," Sugafana said as the baby stirred in her sleep, grunting.

"Your ten minutes is over; please proceed to the payment desk if you wish to extend your session," a voice chimed as the baby opened its eyes, its lips puckering.

Outside the medical center, the baby was starting to scream as Sugafana tried to soothe her.

"Here, she’s hungry," Jay said, taking the second bottle from his bag and placing it to the baby's lips.

Sugafana sighed with relief as the baby began to suckle.

"I’m going to need a lot of bottles, and a baby bed and clothes," Sugafana whispered.

"You’re going to keep the baby?" Jay asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Her parents are classified! Her mother is dead; it’s not like I can trade her for a bag of sugar at the markets," Sugafana said as she walked slowly across the square, trying to keep the bottle in the baby’s mouth.

"You would probably get more than one bag, especially with those Callisto genes," Jay joked, and Sugafana shot him a dirty look.

"Not that you would. A sweet baby like this deserves to grow old, not be broken down into stem cells," Jay said, leaning forward, and suddenly the baby grabbed his finger with her tiny hand.

"Oh my," Jay remarked with astonishment.

"Let’s get back to the camps, but first we’ll see what supplies we can get," Sugafana said firmly.

[percontaion-points]

TOWB chapters 45-48

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Chapter 45

“Ghosts. The people that leave us too soon. The people we can’t let go of.” He paused. “You need to let her go, Ranka. May I?”

It’s rich considering that the entire premise of Ranka’s magic hinges on her inability to move past trauma. 

“One day at a time. One hour at a time. One minute at a time,” he said, not unkindly. “I expect I’ll always be dealing with it.”

It’s okay to grieve after somebody you love dies. 

But the problem is, as I’ve said, Ranka literally turned her entire personality into her trauma. 

I hope that I don’t have to explain to people how unhealthy that it is. Magic or otherwise, people are more than their traumas. 

For the whole evening, Percy talked about the Star Isles.

Not even the author cares about this! So it makes it hard for the characters to give a shit.

“Let’s go,” he said. “We’ve all had enough misery. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Chapter 45 summary: Ranka’s magic is now gone, reduced to a heavy thing inside of her that she can feel but not access. She mopes around until it’s 2 days left until Galen’s coronation, more mourning her own upcoming death than the slaughter of innocent witches, but whatever. 

Percy finds her as she’s brooding on a cliff by the sea. He forces her to take off the bracelet Yeva made for her, and tells her about his own shitty life. However, his life is glossed over, so nobody gives a shit about it. 

In the end, Ranka stands up and chucks the bracelet into the sea. 

Chapter 46

Galen and Aramis glanced at each other, and Galen turned to Percy with a twinkle in his eye. “I might have somewhere in mind.”

Chapter 46 summary: Percy takes Ranka to Galen’s room, which is filled with windchimes and books. The wondertwins show up a moment later; Galen is upset because he’d gotten a note from Percy stating that Galen’s room had been lit on fire. 

A second later, a bunch of servants bring three cakes in. Percy explains that they don’t know when Ranka’s birthday is, but figured that they could celebrate it along with the twin’s birthday. 

Ranka thinks about how her 17th birthday was 4 months before shit started to get real. Yeva had shown up in her tent early in the morning, her hands full of strawberries. So much had changed in such a short amount of time. Ranka starts to cry thinking about how thoughtful it is that Percy would have them make a cake for her. 

Chapter 47

“I failed them,” she whispered. “I will not fail you.”

Chapter 47 summary: The four of them get shit-faced drunk, and go hang out on the roof. The clock chimes that it’s midnight, and they know that in the morning, the city will celebrate Galen’s coming of age day. 

They start to joke around, but like… can we please get back to the plot? I literally do not care about them having one last good moment. This book has not made me care about these assholes at all. I’m still low-key rooting for the cult to win. 

Percy and Galen pass out drunk. Aramis and Ranka ask each other what they would do if they weren’t who they are. Aramis says that she’d be a healer; it’s literally her only hobby that doesn’t involve her mom’s research. Ranka has no such hobby, having been forced from a really young age to learn survival skills. So she’d build a cabin in the middle of the woods and stay there forever, being isolated. Aramis says that she’ll join her, and they’ll sing and paint and teach Ranka how to read. 

Chapter 48

The Murknen came first, dour and scowling, with moss woven through their wild hair. Ongrum had always said the Murknen hailed from a territory of swamps and little sunlight—and they had the personalities to match.

Again, I feel like the author created all of these tribes, but ended up never actually using them. 

But she was determined to shove in all of the info that she made, so she ended up dumping it on us. So the end result is this really long scene that pauses the plot simply so that she can describe these groups of people that the readers don’t fucking care about!

“The humans want to support the twins…”

Do they though?

Ranka could not find Ongrum. 

She’d searched for her for the better part of an hour, but the Skra leader was nowhere to be found. When Ranka questioned her coven mates, they’d simply shrugged and said something about her having business to attend to. They were lying, and it stung. She’d asked them as a Skra—and they’d responded as strangers. Even the witches she knew well—Tafa, Sigrid, Nadya, and so many she’d trained alongside, gave her the cold shoulder. 

You are not one of us, their eyes said. We do not recognize you. You will have to earn us back.

Their rejection of Ranka probably happened the absolute millisecond the gate closed behind Ranka. 

Ranka steeled her nerves and stepped into the crowd. It was time to stop a coup.

Chapter 48 summary: Our four heroes stand and watch as the city is filled with the different witch tribes. Percy assures Ranka that their plan is perfect, and that it will work. 

Later, Ranka goes in search of her tribe leader, but her former clans-women literally lie to Ranka’s face about Ongrum’s whereabouts. She hates it, and hates them even more. 

But forget about that. Let’s talk about how fancy Galen looks now! This is clearly the more important plot point!

[azsazz]

Thawing a Frozen Heart

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Request from @azrielsbitxh :Hey could you make write a fiction of azriel x reader where she has to choose between azriel and kallias-viviannes son? The line or smth like that could be-"please don't choose him and break my heart because it literally will kill me. And I do not want to die without being able to call you mine at least once" you can make het choose whom ever you wants it's your choice

LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,129

Notes: Day 2 of Azriel week whoop whoop!

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The party was in full swing.

You’d visited the Winter Court often enough, each and every time you arrived was better than the last. Sparkling snowflake decorations hung from the expensive crystal chandelier, the shimmering faelights hung in perfect rows above you, reminding you of the city lights of another favorite spot of yours, Velaris.

You were a traveler, originally hailed from the hot, humid lands of Day, it had never quite felt like home to you. You’d worked hard growing up, so intelligent that you’d managed to land a job by the High Lord’s side.

Helion often thought of you as more than an assistant, often a daughter figure to him. You’d grown close with him over time and he’d learned of your love for traveling when you were more enamored with the courts that you visited rather than the conversations to be had with the other High Lord’s and their emissaries.

“Go,” he had urged you with a soft nod. You were still so young and there was so much to see. Helion sent you away with tear-filled eyes to follow your dreams.

You were welcome in most courts, and had made close friends in many, including Winter. You’d run into Rory at the last High Lord’s meeting. You still worked with Helion as his emissary, but he’d allowed you the option of traveling while you worked, and you had a place to stay in nearly every court you went to.

Rory was full of life and happier than most Winter Court folk you’d met. Being the son of Kallias and Vivianne, the heir to the Winter throne was more than a pretentious male waiting for his turn in the spotlight. He was caring and soft, funny yet could put on the mask all of the High fae wanted to see from him, intelligent and thoughtful, you knew he’d make a great High Lord when the time came.

��Rory, stop,” you squeal, ducking behind a planter to avoid the onslaught of snowballs he was throwing at you. Neither of you cared about the party raging on inside, opting instead for a little bit of fun, a friendly wager of who could win in a snowball fight.

Of course it would be the Winter native. Your Day Court powers did nothing to help you form the thick snow into a sizable weapon to toss. You cursed under your breath as more of the pacted snow crumbled on top of you.

“Not until you surrender,” he calls, cackling. His voice is filled with such joy that you can’t help yourself from smiling.

“I surrender,” you yell back, peeking around the corner of the planter, only to receive a facefull of snow. “You dick!” You fall back on your ass, laughing and spluttering.

“(Y/N)!” Rory winces, racing over to your side. The terrace is slick and the princling slips, falling directly onto his back next to you.

“Oh my Gods,” you gasp through your laughter, tears cold as they gather in the corner of your eyes. That had to have been one of the funniest things you’ve ever seen and it makes you glad that you decided to come to the party tonight.

He groans,”Shut up, it wasn’t that funny.”

“Oh but it was,” you giggle, helping him sit up. He looks at you from the side of his icy blue eyes, cracking a grin.

“Okay, I guess it was. But what about you eating snow? What a good arm I have,” he gloats playfully.

You roll your eyes, “Whatever.”

He leans his head back against the potted plant, staring up at the sky sparkling with dancing waves of light. It really is a sight to behold.

“We should go clean up,” he says eventually, looking down at you, “Before the cake comes out.”

“That’s right,” you sigh, letting the Winter heir pull you to your feet, “You can’t miss blowing out your own candles.”

He hums, taking your hand to winnow you to the section of the palace his room is located in. He’d let you get cleaned up in one of the guest rooms before returning to the party.

“What are you going to wish for anyway?” you ask. He keeps your hand loosely in his own and it’s nice, warm, even though the both of you had been out in the snow.

He hums in thought as he admires the large paintings he’s seen for the past few centuries. Gods, his parents need to redecorate.

You don’t think he’s going to answer when you come to a stop in front of one of the large white doors to a guest room. You reach for the knob but he spins you around with the hand he’s still holding and takes a step into you, towering over you while you lean back against the door.

You rest a hand on his hip, staring up at him. The two of you had fooled around on more occasions than one, but it was never serious. You weren’t one to date, didn’t want to, as it wouldn’t be fair to your partner while you were away.

He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, his icy breath cascading down your face, causing your eyelashes to flutter. 

He murmurs all too quietly, “I can’t tell you, or it won’t come true.”

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“Hello, Azriel,” you greet, taking a sip of the warm cinnamon liquor in your cup. It’s a Winter Court staple and one of your favorite drinks ever.

The shadowsinger greets you with a nod, his own glass in his siphon clad hand, looking like he hasn’t had a sip of it yet. You force yourself to look away from those hands, remembering how they’d been all over you, inside of you. You blush, clutching your drink tighter in your hand.

You were here for Rory, shouldn’t be thinking about other males when the one who was celebrating was so clearly interested in you.

He’d left you pressed up against the door upstairs after his admission with your skin burning anywhere he had touched, his lips pressed quickly to your head before he’d retreated down the hall to his own room with a playful, “Race ya,” called over his shoulder.

You hadn’t had it in you to race him, instead taking your time to calm your heart and warm yourself by the fire, your mind in overdrive. Rory had made it clear multiple times that he wanted to be exclusive, and your stomach burned with guilt at the thought that you weren’t ready for something like that. You liked the Night Court warrior next to you too much to decide.

You’d fought alongside him during the war with Hybern, taking an instant liking to each other both during training and planning. You were the light he’d been needing all of his life, brightening the shadows within him, making him feel as though he belonged somewhere in this wicked world, whether it be between your legs or in your heart.

He’d preferred the second but the first was an added bonus.

You knew what him being here meant, and as much as you tried to play it cool, like there wasn’t a looming decision about to slap you in the face, he still saw through you.

His free hand came as a gentle caress on your lower back and you know if someone glanced your way they'd see you standing alone, his shadows a cloak of darkness around him.

“Are you alright?” Azriel’s voice is low, smooth like molasses, crawling down your spine in the same sensual way it does everytime he speaks.

There’s just something about him that makes you weak in the knees and your heart warm in your chest. He’s truly a good male, handsome and hard-working, and it would be an honor to be loved by him.

You shrug, avoiding his concerned gaze, staring out into the center of the ballroom where they were bringing out Rory’s cake. The Winter male was scanning the crowd looking for you, but hidden in the back of the room next to the shadowsinger from the Night Court, it wasn��t likely you’d be found.

There was no point in lying to him. He knows you better than most, knows your tells, and has studied your body language more times than you could count.

“What is it?” Nearly a plea for you to answer, or to at least look at him.

You shake your head, staring down into your drink instead, “Not here.”

And so he melts away into the shadows, leaving you standing there alone with nothing but the empty glass in your hands.

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You hadn’t stayed long after that.

Instead, you’d made your way over to the Dawn Court, in need of some time to get your head straight…and maybe hide away for a while.

A beautiful court with beautiful views; buildings so tall they touched the clouds, the skies always so colorful and filled with peregwyns. You wished that you could fly, as you propped your chin on your fist, leaning across the balcony to watch.

“There you are.”

The voice startles you and you jump up, spinning around, your heart racing in your chest. It’s Azriel, of course it is, it wouldn’t be hard for him to find you.

“What are you doing here?” you exclaim, hand pressed over your racing heart. You’re dressed in only a thin silk robe and you pull it tighter around yourself when his eyes flicker down for a second.

“Why are you running?” he asks, voice calm as ever. He’s trying to look unfazed by your attire and you narrow your eyes at him before pushing past him and into your room.

“I’m not running,” you reply, making for the wardrobe. Being barely covered in his presence would give him the advantage of using that wicked tongue as a way to persuade you, and as much as you wanted to, you really couldn’t have that. “It’s my job to travel the courts.”

“Then how come you’ve been here for months?” he asks, knowing for a fact that you never stay in any one court longer than a few weeks, “Are you hiding from me?” 

“Clearly not,” you wave your hand in dismissal, glaring at him over your shoulder. He averts his eyes with pink tinted cheeks and steps out of the closet.

He snorts like he doesn’t believe you and you know that he’s rolling his eyes from beyond the door. You slip quickly into something more covering, still relaxed because you didn’t plan on leaving your room today, instead thinking of curling up on the cozy lounder out on the balcony and escaping into a good book.

He stops you as soon as you enter the room again, blocking your path and towering over you.

He’s nervous, you can tell by the way his shadows jitter around the two of you and his hazel eyes scan your face as if it’s the first time that he can’t read the facial expression on your face.

It scares him.

“Are you in love with him?” His voice is heartbreakingly soft and you can’t even look at him, turning your head away. How did he know?

Tears well in your eyes but he’s placing a gentle hand on your cheek and turning your chin so you’re facing him again. His face is a mask and it breaks your heart further. He’s hiding his feelings from you and that’s the last thing that you want from him.

“Please,” he pleads, tracing your jaw with his thumb, and you know what he’s going to say. “Please don’t break my heart because I don’t think that I can go on without you.” You squeeze your eyes shut and tears roll down your cheeks. “I do not want to die without being able to call you mine at least once.”

“Az,” your breath catches and you look up at him, bottom lip trembling. His eyes are so wide, so truthful that he doesn’t need to speak the words you know to be true, you can feel it like his shadows, winding around your heart and pulling tight. You stumble into him at the feeling, the raw emotion tethering you to him. 

You pull him into your arms, hugging him closely, “The bond,” you breathe, a question, “Mates.”

 Azriel nods, he’d known it all along.

And there’s no more decision to be made. He was the one made for you and you for him. You’d found each other at last.

You roll up onto your toes and he holds you tighter as your lips meet in a searing kiss, better than all of the ones you’d shared before, the tether between the two of you thrumming with love.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ahhh i love it!! Here some more Cookies for the peaceful human/witchs HCs!!

Rockstar, Vampire, Werewolf, Cotton, Herb, Fire Spirit, and Wind Archer-!

Rockstar

Although a bit wary at first, he totally vibes with you once you insist you're not evil anymore.

Ofc he doesn't hang out with you very long.

He's got fans to give autographs to (lucky for you, he signs one of your spellbooks) and concerts to play!

He couldn't keep his future audiences waiting. You can understand that.

But as a subtle reference to his encounter with you, he dedicates his next song to cookies who "believe anyone can be good if they tried".

Vampire

Oh? You're a friendly witch? Cool.

He's the most chill about it tbh.

All he's really interested in is your stash of grape juice. Nothing more.

He was dying of thirst (no literally, he snuck in through the window as his bat form just to get a taste of grape).

Most of the day he's just lazing around, watching you bake with no desire to leave anytime soon. And he asks you what it's like being human, getting into a deep discussion about it.

You're amused at how other witches' mistakes result in the creation of interesting cookies.

Werewolf

He hid near your hut after accidentally hurting someone, changing back to normal once they were gone.

But as he laments over his actions, he hears the door open. You spotted him.

Out of instinct he transforms again, though your magic aura calms him enough to change back--which exhausts him and makes him pass out.

Once he awakens, he sees you reading a normal book and wonders why you helped him.

When he questions you, you reassure him you're a good witch. And while skeptical he decides to believe you.

Even a witch like you was nicer than his own kind

Cotton

Lately she's been down on her luck with writing, struggling to find inspiration.

But when she overhears about you, a friendly witch, she grows to admire you (platonically of course) a lot! So she tries writing you sweet letters.

"Most witches are ugly inside and out, but you're not Most Witches...oh no this is bad."

After much trial and error she finally makes an...okay enough letter to send you.

It definitely warms your heart when you receive it, and you know the kind of cookies who'd write these.

So Cotton is shocked when a letter of thanks is sent to her this time.

Herb

When he's cornered by you, he's like "do whatever you want with me but PLEASE don't hurt my plants!!!!!!!"

And he's polite about it...even though he's sweating.

Man just wants to water his flowers in peace, but oddly enough you aren't threatening to eat him or anything.

Instead you ask about his plants and he awkwardly tells you about each one.

When he asks why you're so nice, you just calmly explain you'd like to make peace with the cookies, and talking to a gentleman like him seemed to be a good place to start!

Fire Spirit

He was definitely the most remarkable Cookie to come out of the oven (despite his claims of hailing from Dragon's Valley), being able to use the flames to his advantage.

When he confronts you in hopes of taking your kind down, he's caught off guard when you're just like "okay good luck on your quest, Great Fire Spirit!"

"...that means you, too!! I'm all fired up-!"

"I'm not your enemy. My neighbor, on the other hand..."

He's confused as hell when you speak ill of your fellow witches, but realizes you're serious.

He appreciates your compliment, so he decides not to burn your hut down. And instead burns your neighbor's.

Wind Archer

Witches are the main harbingers of darkness, so it makes sense that he seeks to eliminate your kind.

But to his surprise you have a change of heart, being humane and generous to cookies that you bake.

Even the Cookiemals seem to trust you a lot (they were naïve sometimes but would never be stupid enough to blindly trust their enemy), convincing him to visit you so he could see for himself.

He speaks to you with an abundance of caution, warning you to stay away from the Millennial Tree.

Of course, you promise and wish him luck on his mission.

[jjungkooksthighs]

Do you still take requests for drabbles? Can you write a fluff drabble of YFY Jungkook taking care of the oc during her periods 🥺

You ask and I aim to please. This, um... it got kind of hot and it escalated. I had to planned for this to be only a few hundred words, but this is literally the size of a fic at over 3k words. Go hormones, I guess? It hit a little different because I'm on my period rn, so :)

Pairing: YFY/Boss!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff and smut

Word Count: 3,056

Rating: Explicit / 18+ / NSFW

Tags: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, mentions of sex, impreg kink, blood (come on this is a drabble about oc having a period), hand play

Usually when you woke from your slumber, warmth was the first to greet you. Before him, that took the form of your blankets and sheets. Now, it manifested in the guise of your future husband, Jungkook. His strong arms would wrap around your belly to pull you close to his heated, chiseled chest, his nose pressed into the nape of your neck so that he could breathe in your scent that he would always whisper so very tenderly of having adored so much.

Your usual response was to press back into him and intertwine your fingers with his along your abdomen, the warmth of his body wrapping around you a duvet as you settled back against him with a hum of satisfaction.

Your pillows were never cold in his presence, but today not like the others. Today, the air around you was positively freezing. There is no familiar weight of his bicep along your side, his fingers stroking your belly. There is no calefaction that reaches for you, but only the cold air briskly prickling at your exposed skin that has already pebbled with goosebumps.

Your eyes are hailed open as you shiver and shift to lean onto one elbow, your arms wrapping around your naked chest and you hardly have time to readjust your blurry vision before a violent punch to your gut from the inside has you wincing, a pained cry slipping from your lips as you fall onto your back whilst your abdomen is struck with another aggressive, invisible punch to your lower abdomen and, when you toss and turn only to be assaulted by another pummel to your stomach, that’s when you feel it.

It takes until your thighs slide against each other for you to recognize the slippery, wet deposit that has settled there and when you peer down at the apex between your legs, you groan at the sight.

It looks as if it a flood came to your mattress last night. Your lower body appears as if it was rained on in the deluge of blood that your body had released due to your period and it is then that, as you look around in search for the only thing that could possibly make this bearable, the hormones start to surge within you as you cry out his name.

There is no response and you don’t wait for more than two seconds before your body decides to act for you, the hormonal outpouring of your neediness for him and yet being denied him causing the rush of tears to swell at the corners of your eyes because your mind only knows one thing right now: that Jungkook isn’t here.

You make to rise, but you don’t get far- your stomach chooses that moment to furiously twist in protest of your movement, your eyes screwing shut as you curl into a ball, the pain wracking tears from you as you whimper, “Jungkook, why have you left me?”

You don’t hear the knob to the bedroom turn, but you do feel the gentle stroke of long digits along the cheek that isn’t currently nestled into the mattress you’ve ruined as familiar fingers wipe away a tear and a warm towel is pressed against your belly and held there. Wet lips caress your forehead only to find your waiting lips and you eagerly attach your mouth to him, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck to pull him close and he coos, “My love, I never left you. I promise,” he kneads the dampened, hot towel into your stomach,” I only wanted to take care of you and to do that, I had to strip the bed and get you some fresh towels to clean you up. Here,” he reaches for the glass of lukewarm lemon tea from Tazo that he’d heated up for you, “Drink this, baby. It’s your favorite and you always tell me how much it helps with the pain when you have your periods,” he lays the temperate towel on your belly with his other hand, his fingers lightly caressing and running along your side as he says, “You have to lay on your back, my love. Let me help you drink this and then I’ll clean you up, yeah?”

Fondness for him ignites in its kindling within you and one of your hands departs from his tresses that it had snuck into in favor of sliding down his chest until it has settled on his heart, the steady beat of the muscle beneath your hand grounding you despite the pang of pain that floors your pelvic region and you mewl, “H-hurts, Jungkook. It hurts.”

Jungkook only croons, “I know, sweet thing. I’m here,” he helps you to wrap your hand around the glass of tea before he grabs at the pillows behind you only to throw them to floor, “I’m going to sit behind you so that you can lean on me while you drink this. Does that sound okay, pretty girl?”

You pout, “I’m not pretty, Jungkook. Not with no makeup on and blood all over me.”

“Nonsense. I will not hear any of that from you,” he takes his place behind you, his legs settling next to each of yours and the skinship has you make a sound akin to a purr as he coaxes you back until your spine nestles against his sternum, your head resting along his shoulder as he gazes lovingly at you, the back of his hand brushing your temple to check your temperature and the small gesture of concern makes your heart flutter as he says, “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, my love, and your period does nothing to detract from that. Now, drink. You will feel a little better after and I want nothing more than for my babygirl to be happy and healthy for me.”

He wraps his fingers around your wrist to steady your hand as you obey without question, his eyes falling to the rise and fall of your larynx as you swallow. You can’t see his eyes from here, but they visibly darken even in the morning sunlight that filters in through the cream curtains tied together along the windowed wall of his penthouse bedroom.

You feel hot breath along your ear as he urges, “That’s a good girl. So obedient for me, aren’t you?”

You gulp down the last of the tea and he aids you in setting it aside only to grab the fresh towel he’d put there when he came in as one hand moves to rest along your abdomen while the other, with the cotton cloth he’d just picked up, he hums, “Mmm, spread your legs for me, pretty girl. Let daddy clean you now so that you don’t get blood all over the place when I carry you to the shower.”

His words have your muscles moving before he’s even finished speaking, warmth burgeoning to life between your legs that has nothing to do with the cramps as you whisper,” Yes, daddy.”

“Good, my love. Good,” he drags the towel along the valley between your breasts, your eyes closing yet again at the light caress of the Egyptian cotton fabric along your flesh as his hand trails lower along your stomach, your legs parting for him as he gets nearer to the very area he’d spent most of his night lavishing attention to hours ago.

The sweep of the towel does not go where you are sore from last night’s activities, but instead journeys along your left thigh, his other hand leaving your stomach to hold it and coax it up so that he can reach you as you both watch the white material become streaked with the paint of your blood.

“You’re being so quiet, my love. Do I render you so speechless whilst I take care of you?”

Your cheeks color the same shade as the fluid that has stained the mattress at that one as you squeak, “I…um,” you swallow around a suddenly dry throat when he lifts your thigh touches your belly while with his other hand, he brings the towel slowly down your leg until is gingerly frisked along your womanhood and the way your voice trills higher when he dabs the cloth at your sex has his member twitch in response as you say, “I’m just thinking about things.”

“Oh?” The towel ascends up and away from your sex and you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding as he unhurriedly draggles the towel along the smatterings of crimson along your right leg whilst he lowers his mouth to gnaw on your ear, “Tell me what you’re thinking, my love. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours now that you have me where I know you want me.”

You cannot help the way you clench at that and you have to bite your lip to stop the moan that wants to escape you at the low timbre of his voice that shoots all the way down to your pussy as the towel makes its descent once more only for him to it press lightly along your pussy, his fingers spreading so that he cups you along your sex as if to catch any drops of blood that might escape his hold and then he utters, “Don’t make me ask you twice, pretty girl. Remember what happened the last time you tried to defy me.”

Flashes of memories play through your mind like a movie from only hours prior when the moon had been seated high in the sky in the place of the sun. Its silvery light had not illuminated the two rounds of frenzied, rough coupling at the gala he’d brought you to and you had been reduced to a mess of weak limbs and stuttered syllables after not heeding him when he’d told you to stop wiggling atop his lap during some business talks with multiple CEO’s of other companies. He’d been furious with you and, to teach you a lesson, had made a point of mounting you for the third time upon your arrival back to the apartment you now lived in with him, the memories playing through your mind of how hot he’d looked atop of you with his hair streaked with sweat and way his lips had been bitten red by how much he’d chewed on them whilst looking at you.

“Tell me what I did to you when you didn’t listen to me, darling. I want you to be reminded of what happens when you disobey daddy,” he utters as he pushes the heel of his hand along your sex, “Say it.”

You suck in a breath when two fingers dive under the towel to glide along your slick folds as you whine at the slow slide of his digits along your sex, “You took me until I couldn’t walk.”

“Mmm, and how did I fuck you?” He nips at your earlobe, one finger slipping into your already sopping pussy, “How did I ravage you? How did I pound you?”

Your gasp when rubs his digit along your walls, your neck arching as you throw it back and whimper, “You took me against the table you had your talks with the other businessowners at. From behind,” you add when one palm starts to press into your lower abdomen so that you can feel both his hands whilst he gyrates his finger inside you.

“You liked it, didn’t you? You liked when I kicked them all out just so I could fuck into you before I took you against the wall, didn’t you, my love?” He husks between kisses to your neck that he leaves marks at in his wake.

“You know I did, daddy,” you breathily get out, one of your hands rising to grip his hair.

“Such a little slut for me you are,” he says, the towel falling from your pussy when he drops it only for his thumb to quickly return to your sex to flick at your clit at the same time that he whorls his digit inside you, “Tell me how much you love it when I take care of you, baby.”

Words are stolen from you when he inserts a second finger without warning, your hips bucking as your other hand grips at his forearm like a vice as you clench around him, “Ah,” you struggle when he quickens his pace, the slick sounds of your lewd play echoing through the room, “you’re going to make even more of a mess of me, husband. Please-“

“If it is the mattress you think you are going to ruin, my love, you already have. You know why?” His pace quickens, his fingers suddenly thrusting within you only for him to remove them and shove them into you again as he blows on your ear to have you shutter as he says, “Because that body of yours is such a whore for me that it’s upset I haven’t put a baby in you yet.”

You moan the thought of being round with his child, your back arching when he scissors his digits inside you at the same time his mouth closes around the side of your neck to suck harshly and when he pulls away, there’s a reddened petal blossoming there and when he notices your eyes are closed, he growls, “Look at me while I’m fucking you with my fingers, baby. I want to see how fucked out you look while I pleasure you where no other man will ever touch.”

You do as he says, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he starts to draw circles into your clit with his thumb at the same time his digits stroke the bundle of nerves deep within your pussy as you whisper, “C-close, daddy. I’m close. Please, let me finish. I need it. Need you.”

“I know you do, baby. I’ll give that to you, but you’re going to beg for me to get it. Show me how much you need me, my love, before I take the shower and fuck you against the wall the way I know you like it.”

“Please, Jungkook, ah…please let me cum. Only you can make me cum. Please, please, please!” You cry out when he strikes your deepest spots relentlessly, his other digits cupping the lips of your sex whilst his thumb speeds its pace along your clit.

“One day, my love, I’m going to put a baby in you and you won’t have to deal with this anymore. One of these days I will fuck you so full of my seed that you’ll have no choice but to get pregnant and carry my children,” he groans when you clench around his fingers, his digits curling inside you as he pounds you with them as he gives the fatal finish to your clit with a deep compression of his fingers into the cluster of nerves there to grunt, “I’m so hard for you right now, baby. I can hardly wait to fuck that period out of you and fill that pussy of yours with my cum, which is what you really want, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Jungkook! Oh, god, right there-“

“Come all over my hand, pretty girl,” the tips of his digits knock against your g-spot as he whisks his thumb along your clit, his mouth outlining the side of your jaw with his saliva as he licks at your flesh, “Cum for daddy.”

That’s all it takes for the pent up pleasure to explode, your release coating his palm in a mixture of crimson and cream and, ever responsive, he helps you ride it out.

When you no longer spasm around his hand, he extricates it from you only to capture you in his arms to hold you close to his chest as he strides to the bathroom (not before asking if you were okay and how you were feeling). He brings his forehead to yours once he’s sat you down on the marbled seat within the shower, not bothering to put you in the water until he’s deemed it warm enough for you as he says, “I love you, my darling. I hope I was,” he smirks, “helpful in your relief.”

You giggle, your hands finding his chest to drag up and down as you assure him, “You were, love. Thank you for taking care of me. I truly am a lucky woman to have such a doting, loving husband,”

“You know I would do anything for you, right?” He grabs both legs and coaxes you to latch onto him and you do, your arms and legs wrapping around him as he brings you both back to lather in the water that is warm as a spring day.

You bring your lips to his before you answer, “And I would do everything and more for you.”

“Everything?” he lifts a brow playfully, “I’m outdoing you at least for this week.” When you tilt your head in question, he laughs, “See, I’m buying you a new pair of red soled Louboutin heels and a new set of lingerie since I kind of broke those last night and a new mattress since we collectively ruined all those things in the last 24 hours. Then, after that, I’m going to take you to Paris for the weekend so you can have some French croissants that will rest easy in your belly given how sensitive it is in the first few days. How does that sound, sweetness?”

“What about the company? Don’t we have to-“

He shushes you with a finger to your lips, his arm pulling you impossibly closer to him as he declares, “Nothing is more important to me than you. Until you are feeling better, I will not rest.”

And at that, all you can do is succumb to the gentle, ginger touches as he lavishes you in the finest soaps and softest kisses the world could ever offer. All the while, you’re pretty sure your heart melts even more for him under the warm touches and hot water.

[mhykimagines]

hii!! i literally love ur writing so much i always get excited when you post! can i please request shino and (gn) reader seeing each other after a long time and they rlly miss each other? bonus points if you sneak in a kiss ahshjdhjdsfhj. but if this request is too specific please feel free to ignore!

Ahhh all the nice words are embarrassing me.... You guys are all so sweet! Thank you for sending a request in, and I hope you like it!

Caricature of Intimacy (Shino/GN!Reader)

tags; scenario, shino, fluff, kissing, gender neutral reader, wizard reader

"I'm going to him."

"And I'm telling you to just wait...!"

You're growing more and more frustrated with the knight standing in front of you, your eyebrow twitching. You were usually pretty patient; you were a Sage's wizard, after all, so sometimes missions were required. You'd long since come to terms with that, since this was necessary to become stronger for the Great Calamity’s impending attack. But this was different.

Shino, along with the other Eastern wizards and the ones hailing from the North had a mission quite a distance from the manor, and it sounded fairly intense. However travel time shouldn’t have mattered because they had Mithra, the man could teleport for crying out loud, so what the hell was taking so long? It’s been nearly two weeks, with no word from any of them, not even in the Sage. They could’ve been in trouble, they could’ve been hurt or dead or-… Well, there was nothing worse than death for wizards except… Oh god, did Shino and Heath lose their magic? Then they would need you, and that’s what you’ve been trying to tell Cain, but he’s not letting you go.

“If they need me, the longer we stand around talking is the more time that’s wasted, so if you’ll excuse me.”

“And if they don’t need you, the Northern wizard’s are going to blow the whole manor to pieces for a Central wizard to underestimate them.”

“I don’t particularly care, at least I’ll know he’s safe! If Arthur or the Sage was in danger, you wouldn’t hesitate to run into any problem! Why should I have to wait because I’m younger?” You’re really trying to understand Cain’s thought process here, but maybe it’s because you’re not exactly thinking rationally. You’re thinking more with your heart than your head, but the thought of Shino being hurt or needing you is too much for you to process. Cain seems to be at a loss for words or what to say here, and you’re certain you’ve won this argument, when there’s a knock on your door and you groan in exasperation. “Yes…?”

“You may want to come downstairs and quit sulking.” Bennett’s smooth voice suddenly cuts in, the door to your room opening enough to reveal him. He’s smiling languidly like he always is and you wonder why for a moment before your eyes light up, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

“T-Thank you!” You stand up quickly, scrambling past Cain and Bennett before letting your feet carry you down the hallway. Halfway down the flight of stairs from floor 3 to floor 2 you remember the fact that you can fly, but it felt stupid to pull your broom out inside the manor when you’ve got so much pure adrenaline in you. You can’t see your own face but you’re sure your expression is a mix between desperation and hope that your boyfriend is downstairs waiting for you. You fly down the stairs from 2 to 1, apologizing for nearly crashing into Murr and Rustica as you run through the hall, and as you fling the door open from the hallway to the courtyard, you crash into someone who’s going about the same speed as you.

You hit the ground with a thud, hissing as you hit your tailbone on the annoying material of the damn floor, eyes looking down at your lower back and rubbing the area in pain. “Shit, I’m sorry…” You haven’t even seen who you crashed into yet, too busy reeling from the impact. “I wasn’t really paying attention, I-“

You nearly jump when something is on top of you, feeling another bodily weight send you to prop yourself up with one hand as your head snaps downwards, and your heart nearly explodes at that familiar head of hair pressed to your neck, arms you’re so used to feeling around your torso. “God, I missed you.”

“Shino…!” You nearly explode and want to cry and laugh and scream, but you opt for the third choice and wrap your arms around him, pushing your weight back into him and he lets the position change. He ends up on his butt as you press your head against his chest, desperate hands clutching his shirt as you sign and take in the feeling of him. “Where have you guys been…?! I’ve been worried sick, you didn’t tell me it would take you this long!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He does genuinely sound apologetic as you pull away from his embrace to look at his face. He doesn’t look injured or pale or worried, all good things, but you’re still confused on what took him so long to get back to you. “We couldn’t use Mithra’s teleportation near the barrier of the place we were at, and we ended up staying the night for a few days to get a feel for the situation and see what we needed to fix. Were you worried?” He seems like he was trying to tease you, but you’re having none of that.

“Of course I was worried, are you crazy…?! You’re suddenly gone for like two weeks on a mission you said would be a few days, I thought you were dead somewhere or lost your magic or something was seriously wrong! Don’t freak me out like that-“

You’re promptly shut up by the feeling of his lips pressing themselves to yours, and you want to be mad at him for cutting you off, but you can’t. Not when your hands instinctively grip his shoulders, and you feel yourself melting.

Yeah, you were worried.

[thebigbadbatswife]

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever

Summary - Y/N starts wondering if she dodged a bullet or just lost the love of her life.

Warnings - Please only read if you’re 18+, angst, smut, make up sex. 

[A/N] - Inspired by the song ‘I Don’t Wanna Live Forever’ by Taylor Swift

Word Count - 2.9k

The sky was covered in pitch black clouds, completely blocking out the stars. Lightning danced through the clouds and thunder shook the heavens, as rain poured onto the world below. A bright white flash briefly illuminated the old gothic manor that had weathered storms far worse than this one. Inside, the manor’s owner sat alone in front of a fireplace, a glass of bourbon in one hand, his phone in the other. He was so lost in his own thoughts, he barely heard the storm raging outside.

Bruce scrolled through his contacts and only stopped once he had reached her name. He clicked on her contact and his thumb hovered over the call button. After about a minute, he switched the phone off, set it on the nearby table and downed his drink in one. For the past six months, either when he wasn’t going out on patrol (which was rarely), or he had just gotten back from one, this was his ritual. Ever since she walked out of that door, cursing his name and the day they’d met, he found himself back here.

He wanted to call her. God above did he want to call her and make everything alright again, but she had made it extremely clear she never wanted to hear from him ever again. So Bruce didn’t call. He respected that she didn’t want to talk to him.

He set the empty glass onto the table and ran a hand through his hair. His eyes closed and he imagined that, by some miracle, she walked back in through that front door. That she’d see him standing there and would run into his arms. Bruce would wrap his arms around her, bringing her close to his body. His lips would gently brush against hers before he kissed her passionately. He’d lift her up and carry her to his bedroom. Then he’d lay her on his bed before quickly removing both of their clothes and they would stay there for hours on end.  

An involuntary sigh left him as he imagined her skin against his and his eyes snapped open because, no, that wasn’t going to happen. The logical part of his brain knew that. It reminded him constantly, but the part of his brain that dared to dream the impossible? The part of his brain that only existed because of her? That part was still convinced that somehow, someway, that would happen. Because it had to. It just had to… right?

He leaned back in the armchair he was sitting in and a heavy sigh left him. Bruce felt like he was going crazy. Every other relationship he’d had, he had never gone through this before. Even when he wasn’t the one to end it. What was it about her that made her so different?

A voice in the back of his head, and in his chest, told him exactly what made her so different, but he was quick to silence it. He didn’t want to think about that. Especially when she was no longer his. Bruce was brought out of his thoughts from a knock at the doorway. He looked over to his shoulder to see Alfred standing there.

“Master Bruce, may I suggest you get some rest so that you’re ready for that meeting tomorrow morning?” Alfred asked, though he was sure he already knew the answer.

Bruce chuckled and shook his head and turned his attention away from the older man. “Sleep? That’s the last thing I need, or want, right now, Alfred.”

His dreams had been all the same since she left. They were always about her. Good or bad, it didn’t matter. She was the main feature in all of them and he always woke up calling her name. It wasn’t bad enough she infected his thoughts during the day, non, she had to infect his subconscious as well. There was a small part of Bruce that wondered if perhaps she had similar dreams, but since she was the one that had left, she couldn’t be. Could she?

You were sitting up late on your windowsill seat, looking out over the city. For reasons you couldn’t fathom, Bruce was on your mind tonight and he refused to leave. You were slowly running through everything that had happened between the two of you and there was a part of you that was wondering if leaving had been the right decision.

When the two of you had finally gone public with your relationship, the paparazzi had constantly invaded your privacy. It had gotten on your nerves, as well as made you a little scared. Not to mention that your life had been threatened by Bruce’s enemies and those threats had increased after you had learnt his secret. It certainly hadn’t helped that every now and then a particularly crazy ex of his would show up out of the blue, nor the fact that you knew that one of them was literally an assassin.

However, even with all of that, yours and Bruce’s relationship had been one of the best things to have ever happened to you. All of your past exes, at some point, had ended up either getting aggressive with you or lost interest and left. Never Bruce though.

When you’d been together he had always made it a point to ask you about your day or how you had slept. If you’d had a bad day or dream or whatever, really, then he would do what he could to try and cheer you up. When he was away on business trips and couldn’t take you along with him, he always made sure to either text or facetime you before you went to bed, no matter what the time it was for him. And if he was ever forced to cancel a date or accidentally missed an anniversary he would always make it up to you in the best possible way.

It was memories like these that had you wondering if you truly had dodged a bullet by leaving Bruce or if you had just caused yourself to lose the love of your life.

You wanted to scream! Why were you thinking about all of this now?! You could understand thinking all this before you had made the decision, but afterwards? After it had all been said and done? It made no sense!

You ran your hands through your hair and let out a frustrated sigh. You eyed your phone sitting on the other side of your windowsill seat. Should you call him? Let him know you had made a mistake? You knew he would probably still be awake at this hour… That’s when you remembered the article you’d seen a couple of days ago where Bruce had been pictured at a gala with a rather beautiful woman on his arm. It could just be for show…

‘Or he’s already moved on,’ you thought sadly. It didn’t matter if you had made a mistake or not, it was far too late to correct it now. With that thought, you got up from where you were sitting and made your way to bed.

A couple of nights later you found yourself in the exclusive nightclub, The Sirens. Your best friend, Tracey, had dragged you here saying it was about time you found someone else. And this club was the perfect place to do exactly that!

You really hadn’t wanted to go, but since she was your best friend, and you didn’t want to disappoint her, you agreed to go.

You were wearing a short low cut black dress, that perfectly highlighted your assets, with matching black heels. As for your makeup, you had gone for a dark smokey eye and a red lipstick. The lipstick had, of course, been Tracey’s idea. As she had applied it, she had enthusiastically claimed that men would not be able to keep their eyes off of you. And she had been right.

All night men had been coming up to you, trying to flirt, bought you a couple of drinks and you had turned them all down. There was only one man that you wanted to be paying attention to you and you were now the last thing on his mind. You inwardly laughed at yourself. Here you were in one of the nicest places in Gotham City (and that was saying something since this was Gotham after all), and you were standing around, turning down perfectly good hotties and looking sad because you couldn’t stop thinking about Bruce fucking Wayne! It was pathetic.

As you turned down yet another perfectly suitable one night stand candidate, Tracey came over to you, annoyance sparkling in her emerald eyes.

“Seriously? What was wrong with that one!” she exclaimed as she gestured in the direction the man had gone. You leant an elbow on the bar's surface and ran your hand through your hair.

“Nothing,” you replied quietly. Nothing had been wrong with the five before him. Well, nothing except for the fact that none of them were him.

“Fuck, you’re really not over him,” Tracey stated when she saw your expression.

“No, Tracey, I’m not. I thought I was, but...” you trailed off as you turned your head to meet her gaze. She shook her head which caused her blonde ringlet curls to bouncy slightly. Tracey then grabbed your hand.

“Come on,” she said as she started to pull you away from the bar and outside the club.

As soon as you were outside, she let go and quickly hailed down a cab. As one pulled up, she tugged you over to it.

“What are you doing?” you asked as she did so. She stopped and turned around and faced you, placing her hands on both of your shoulders.

“You are getting into that cab, you are going to Wayne Manor and you are going to tell that billionaire playboy you ain’t over him. Then you’re going to have a fan-fucking-tastic night, which you’re going to tell every single detail of to me, tomorrow. Understood?”

“But Tracey, what about that picture?” You didn’t need to elaborate as Tracey had been there when you’d come across the article.

“Right, I can’t tell you how I know this, but from what I heard, Brucie boy didn’t say a word to her after that picture was taken. Hell, apparently he just left her there at the end of the night! Which means, he’s probably moping over you like you’re moping over him,” she replied as she continued to drag you over to the cab and basically pushed you inside. “Now go and make sure you have fun!”

Before you were able to protest further, Tracey was already walking away.

“Where to, miss?” the cab driver asked. You couldn’t believe you were doing this.

“Wayne Manor, please.”

The drive to Wayne Manor was far longer than you remembered it being, which meant that you had far too much time to think about what you were doing. Was this really such a good idea?

As the cab started up the driveway and eventually came to a stop right outside the Manor, you knew there was absolutely no turning back. There hadn’t been the second you had told the driver to bring you here. So you paid the cab driver his fair and got out.

As the car drove away you looked up at the Manor before beginning to slowly make your way up the front steps. Nervously, you rung the doorbell. A few minutes past and the door opened, revealing a very confused Alfred.

“Miss Y/N? What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I came to talk to Bruce. Is he home?”

“Of course,” Alfred stood to the side to allow you into the Manor. Once you’d entered and he had shut the door, he began to lead you through the halls to the room Bruce was currently in. “Right this way.”

When you got there, Alfred bid you good luck and then left off to get back to whatever it was he had been doing before your arrival. Taking a deep breath, you entered the room.

Bruce was pouring himself a drink when you walked in. The sound of your heels on the polished wood floor made him stop and he looked over his shoulder at you. His eyes were wide like he had just seen a ghost.

“Y/N…” your name was barely a whisper as it left him.

“Hi,” you replied timidly. You realised that you had no idea what you wanted to say to him.  

He abandoned his drink and approached you slowly, like if he moved too quickly you would sudden evaporate before his eyes. He came to a stop before you and his hands came up and cupped your face. One of your own hands came up and rested over the top of his. His blue eyes swirled with too many emotions for you to make out clearly what they were. One of them, however, you saw just long enough for a warm feeling to start flooding through your chest.

“You came back.” The disbelief was more than evident in his voice as he spoke.

“I did. Bruce I’m so sorry, I…”

“That doesn’t matter anymore,” he replied, cutting off your apology. “Just kiss me.”

You leaned up and kissed him, putting all of the passion you could behind it. It wasn’t long before the kiss turned heated, your tongues quickly slipping into each other's mouths and you found yourself pushed up against the wall. To make it easier on the both of you, Bruce hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips and your arms around his neck.

Bruce was soon kissing and biting at your neck as one of his large hands slipped into your dress and began to fondle one of your breasts. A moan left you as he gently tweaked your nipple. He trailed kisses up your neck, along your jawline and back to your lips. As you kissed and he continued to fondle your chest, you decided you’d had enough of the foreplay and that you wanted, no you needed, him inside you.

You pulled away, breathing hard and trying to return some oxygen to your brain. “Bruce, I need you. Now,” you said in between pants. He answered by pulling you away from the wall and carrying you through the Manor, toward his bedroom. As he climbed the stairs and walked through the hallways you resumed kissing and began to unbutton his shirt.

Once you reached his bedroom, you were both quick to remove your clothes and settle on the bed. Bruce hovered over you as he aligned himself with your entrance. Then his blue eyes were meeting yours and he silently asked for your permission. You answered with a small nod and then he was slowly pushing his cock into you.

You let out a pleasure filled cry as your walls stretched around his cock. A low guttural groan left him as well. Fuck, you had forgotten how good he felt. When he was fully in, he stilled and ducked down and captured your lips with his. Once you had adjusted to him, you let him know with a small roll of your hips and he began to move. He started off slow, drawing out each of his movements, before picking up speed.

“Fuck… Bruce!” were the only words you could coherent form as he slammed into you and stole the breath from your lungs. The grip he had on your hips was sure to leave bruises there, not that you cared. The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud and obscene in the room and nearly drowned out the moaning mess Bruce had turned you into. As always, other than the occasional grunt or groan, Bruce was mostly silent.

“Y/N, I’m close,” he managed to say as his thrusts were starting to become more erratic.

“Me too…” you managed to reply in between your moans. No sooner had the words left your mouth you suddenly felt his thumb against your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. Suddenly the pleasure was all too much and you came crying his name. Then Bruce was pulling out of you and spilled his seed across your stomach.

After you two had cleaned up, Bruce gathered you up in his arms and maneuvered you under the covers with him, before pulling you in close. You were both silent as you laid there, you both felt as if you had gotten out everything you needed to say through your lovemaking. Well, almost everything. There was the big question of whenever or not this meant you were back together.

“Bruce?” you called out softly as you pulled away just far enough so you could see his face. He brushed an errant strand of hair away from your face.

“Yes?” he answered.

“Does this mean… I mean, are we…?”

“Back together?” Bruce asked as he finished your sentence. You nodded and he smiled. “I fucking hope so.” You chuckled a little at that.

“So, this means you still want me?”

“Darling, of course I still want you. I will always want you,” he replied before kissing you gently. When the kiss ended, you snuggled in close to him. “And I’m sorry about what happened. I’ll never be that reckless again. I promise.”

“I should hope not and, for the record, I’m always going to want you as well.”  

[rebeccccccaaa]

🅐🅝🅣🅘-🅥🅐🅛🅔🅝🅣🅘🅝🅔

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🅝🅐🅣🅐🅢🅗🅐 🅡🅞🅜🅐🅝🅞🅕🅕 🅧 🅡🅔🅐🅓🅔🅡

🅢🅤🅜🅜🅐🅡🅨: fuck valentines day lol

🅦🅐🅡🅝🅘🅝🅖🅢: gxg, smut 18+, angst, friends with benefits (nat’s a huge giver in this)

🅐🅤🅣🅗🅞🅡'🅢 🅝🅞🅣🅔🅢 i know valentine’s day is long gone but it was also my birthday that day so i didn’t want to post anything and this idea came to me that night lmao hope this is still appropriate though :)

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“Well, it’s like the wage gap. It doesn’t exist,” he taunted.

“What?” you falsely chuckled because you couldn't believe your ears.

“Oh come on. You don’t actually believe that feminist bull shit,” he said snarkily. 

“What's there to not believe; there’s literal facts, evidence, and statistics proving it’s a real thing. This isn’t like aliens where you can just form your own opinion based on the information you have. There is proof of a wage gap. Something you’ll never experience because you are a man,” you explained. 

God this man is so dense. You went on a couple dates with this guy not really that interested but gave him the benefit of the doubt. Well, that was a mistake. He’s a misogynistic asshole who thinks he can have a say in women’s benefits and lives like he has a fucking uterus. 

“I’m starting to see why you're still single,” he boasted.

“Oh as if you have women coming left and right begging for you to fuck them,” you threw back.

“You're a real bitch.”

“That’s your only comeback? Come on if you're gonna try to justify your misogynistic ways, at least be a little more clever with the comebacks.”

You stood up gathering your things and started to walk out when the big baby man called out again.

“You’re not gonna pay half?” he had the audacity to ask.

“Why don’t you pay like the ever so kind gentleman you are with your hard earned work money,” and with that you left and hailed a taxi.

There was only one place you had your mind on and you told the cab driver to drive you there as fast as possible. You quickly arrived at the avengers compound, seeing that Jarvis gave you access you went inside. 

“She’s in her room,” Steve said when he saw you.

“Thanks,” you walked straight to her room.

“I give up,” you said, opening and immediately closing her door.

“What?” she responded surprisingly. 

“I give up on men as a whole; there’s no hope for them,” you sighed flopping in her bed.

“Did you go on a date with that guy again?” she remembered you talked about him but you weren’t very fond of him.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess I didn’t want to be alone today,” you said, lying on your side facing Nat.

“You could've come here sooner,” she said softly.

“Nat, we said we’d stop. We can’t do that anymore,” you said after a pause; you sat at the edge of her bed not being able to face her. 

“I know, but come on,” Nat came up behind you.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” she whispered in your ear and you shivered.

“Nat,” you warned.

“Don't you wanna feel good tonight? Feel desired? I can do that for you, remember?” her hands wandered around your body caressing your thighs, your hips, your waist.

“Nat, we can’t keep doing this,” you try your hardest no to give in…

...but it’s just too fucking hard to resist her.

“It’s just for tonight,” she nibbled on your ear.

Her hands came and cupped your breasts as she kissed and sucked on your neck right under your ear. You just relaxed against her chest and she kissed you softly. Slowly she unzipped the dress you were wearing and peeled from your shoulders. You let her take it off and stood up quickly to discard the piece of clothing. You were simply left in a pair of panties since the dress looked better with no bra. 

As you kicked the dress off your feet, Nat sat up on her knees and kissed the skin between your shoulder blades. She pulled closer to her and kissed ear and neck ever so lightly wrapping her cold hand around your neck, tilting your head to give her more room and access. 

She stripped her shirt and pants and crawled back on the bed, resting her back against the headboard of her bed. You crawled up with her smiling softly and kissed her properly this time. Her lips are soft and plump against your own. You ultimately pressed your back against her chest. 

Her lips continued to press repeatedly against the hot skin of your neck and shoulder while her hands roamed along your body. Her fingers played with your nipples and your head fell back against her shoulder.

Her hands moved down your body and passed the lining of your underwear. You were wearing her favorite and she briefly wondered if maybe you had planned on coming to her all along. It didn’t matter when you lifted your hips so she could take them off. 

Her fingers rubbed gently around and along your folds, before grazing her fingertips on your clit. You sighed pleasantly and closed your eyes while Nat continued to knead your breasts with her other hand. 

She whispered in your ear but you couldn't understand too much because she inserted a finger passed your folds and you moaned softly. Her thumb rubbed small circles over your clit quickly bringing closer and closer to your orgasm. She inserted another finger deep inside you grazing your g-spot. You look down at her fingers moving quickly in and out of you and you moaned loudly. It was music to Nat’s ears and she smiled at the pleasure she was giving to you.

Her lips  felt so velvety on your skin and for a moment that was all you could think of. Her fingers distracted you again almost instantly though and your hips squirmed and wiggled as she pumped her fingers in and out of you. Your head fell back once again, your release approaching incredibly fast.

“Fuck, Nat. I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

“Come, baby. Come all over my fingers, make a mess baby.”

You felt your hips jolt and you practically gushed over her fingers. Her thumb continued small and slow circles on your clit riding out your orgasm. Your body trembled and Nat’s whispered quiet praises in your ear.

“Such a good girl, baby.”

“Angel, you did so well.”

“You looked so pretty coming all over my fingers. Can you give me one more?”

She laid you gently on your back and discarded her undergarments crawling back on the bed to you again. She moved your legs and spread them as far as they could before licking her fingers and circling her own clit; she was already soaking wet from making you come before she didn’t really need much more lubrication. 

Her leg came over one of yours and she settled her center over yours. Her hand came to your face and cupped your cheek lovingly and you saw in her eyes how dilated they were. You couldn’t dwell on the idea for long because Nat started grinding down stimulating your core again. 

Her thumb from the hand that was resting on your cheek came down and traced your lips as she continued swiftly moving against you. She leaned down and kissed you hard and passionately and you wrapped your hands around her. 

When she broke the kiss your hands came down to her hips guiding her down on you. Her head threw back and her brows furrowed as she moaned beautifully. You sat up as best as you could and she leaned down halfway to meet you. She pressed her forehead against yours; both of you panting hard as you chased each other's release. 

You moaned and closed your eyes but she couldn’t let you.

“Keep your eyes open, baby. Keep them on me,” she panted.

“I can’t fuck, it feel so good,” you whined.

“Come on, I wanna see you fall apart under me,” she forced you to look at her.

“Ugh, Nat!” you opened your eyes.

“That’s it, baby; fuck!”

She thrusted faster and soon after you both came against each other with shouts of each other’s names. She fell forward catching herself with her hands careful not to collapse on you. She moved gracefully off of you and glided towards the bathroom as you admired her glowing skin from behind.

She came back with a towel and cleaned you up, tossing the towel to the side and climbed into bed with you. You sat up however feeling out of place almost. You wanted to stay but you two had promised each other that you wouldn’t let this keep happening. 

“I should leave,” you whispered.

“Please, don’t. I don’t mind.”

“I know you don’t, that’s the problem,”

“Are you really that bothered by me? Afraid people are gonna have something to say about us?”

“Nat-”

“I’m serious; why won’t you give us a chance?”

You paused. You didnt want to tell her but she deserved an explanation; as dumb as it would've sounded.

“Can we go to sleep?” you asked.

Seeing as Nat didn’t want to push you further, she agreed and held you close as you two slept until the morning.

When you woke you hadn’t woken up with Natasha still in bed. 

You grabbed a big t-shirt she had in her drawers, most likely taken from Steve or Bucky. You stepped outside and found the hallway empty. You slowly walked towards the kitchen hearing muffled voices unsure of what they were talking about. 

You got closer but stayed behind a wall in the hallway so you could hear what they were talking about before you interrupt. You concluded that Nat was talking to the rest of the team.

“Why do you keep doing this?” it was Steve’s voice.

“You’d think I’d let it keep happening if I knew how to stop?” That was Nat’s voice.

“Leave the woman alone, she’s in love. Not many know how to control and resist. Especially from someone as beautiful as Y/n.” That sounded like Wanda’s voice. What do they mean?

“Can we stop talking about this, she's gonna be up any minute,” Nat said. 

“Nat you gotta tell her,” Steve said.

“No,” she reciprocated.

“Nat-”

“No! If I-,” she stopped and huffed before continuing, “If I tell her that I’m in love with her, she's gonna run away. I would rather have this, whatever this is, than nothing at all,” she explained.

You were taken back. She loves you, like actually.

You knew you shouldn’t have but you could stop yourself from running. You went back to her room and changed into the dress you were wearing the night before and walked out, you had to leave as soon as possible. Unfortunately you had to walk past the kitchen to go to the front door and when you did Nat called after you.

“Where are you going? Don’t you wanna maybe eat before you leave? It’s your favorite,” she said softly. 

“I should head home. Thanks uh, for letting me spend the night,” and with that you left and called a taxi to take you home.

“She fucking heard,” Nat said to the team who watched silently as you left.

“Thanks guys. Thanks for making me ruin the one good thing I had in my life,” Nat walked to her and slammed the door where she cried unsure of when she was going to see you again. If ever.

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