#“and to read that book even though it's not something you usually read your colleague was just too passionate with recommending it to you”

[dollsandmasks]

You know that moment where you have a crumb of free time and you could be writing, you could be finishing that fic, you could be catching up with your friends, you could take out your sketchbook and draw the most self-indulgent things, you could at least be reading or watching something interesting, but you happen to have a minor task that you don't want to do, your body is slightly uncomfortable from typical body things and your work has been a bit stressful today, so now you are in a restless scrolling more and opening the same three social media apps hoping that something will give you that hit and send your brain in motion and make you either work on tasks or do something fun.

Why am I procrastinating making a single phone call, and then doing fun things forever.

[anniebeemine]

Vanilla- s.r. x fem!reader

warnings: big ego AND jealous spencer, spanking, unprotected sex, oral (femrecieving), cumplay

It started out as just another gathering with the team—a casual night out after a long case, everyone laughing and unwinding at a local bar. You sat beside Spencer, enjoying the rare opportunity to relax with him and his colleagues. The conversation was light and fun, bouncing from one topic to another, until it inevitably drifted into teasing against you and Spencer. It started out like usual, some quips about when he'd pop the question or when you'll pop out a few mini geniuses. Then it shifted into a few weeks ago when you came into work with a top that was lower cut than usual, shifting to show a deep purple love bite sometime during lunch with the girls.

Spencer flushed a deep red, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as the table burst into laughter. "Uh, well," he stammered, "that was… an unfortunate coincidence."

You shot him a sideways glance, raising an eyebrow. "Unfortunate? That was all you, Doctor Reid." You leaned into him playfully.

Penelope gasped in exaggerated shock, placing a hand over her heart. "Spencer Reid, you little devil! I never would have guessed you had it in you!"

Derek clapped Spencer on the back, nearly knocking him forward with the force of it. "Man, you’re full of surprises! Didn’t think you had it in you to leave a trail. Reid, you’re probably the most wholesome guy I know."

Emily, never one to pass up on a good-natured ribbing, smirked. “Yeah, I bet your idea of a wild night is reading a book until midnight.”

The table erupted in laughter, and Spencer, always a good sport, chuckled along. But you could see a flicker of something in his eyes—something that made your heart twist a little. You reached under the table, squeezing his hand gently, offering silent reassurance. He glanced at you, and the warmth of your touch seemed to ease some of the discomfort, his shoulders relaxing just a bit.

“You know, Reid’s probably the kind of guy who apologizes during sex,” Morgan added, his tone playful but with a teasing edge. “Always so polite, probably says ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ the whole time.”

Your cheeks flushed, and though you managed to keep your expression neutral, you felt a surge of protectiveness for Spencer. The image they were painting of him was so far from the truth that it almost made you want to correct them right then and there, tell them the truth of his tendencies. But you stayed quiet, your bedroom life with Spencer was private, something just for the two of you, and you had no desire to share those intimate details with anyone else—not even his closest friends.

Spencer laughed it off, making a self-deprecating joke to deflect the attention, but you could tell the teasing had gotten to him. He stayed quiet for the rest of the night, offering only the occasional smile or nod as the conversation continued around him.

When you finally got home, the silence between you was thick with unspoken tension. Spencer had been quiet the whole ride back, and as soon as you closed the front door behind you, you knew it was time to address it.

“Spencer,” you began softly, reaching out to touch his arm. “Are you okay? You’ve been really quiet since we left."

He turned to you, his expression conflicted, a mix of frustration and hurt. “It’s just… is that how they see me? As this meek, vanilla guy who can’t… who can’t be anything else?”

Your heart ached for him. “They don’t know you like I do, Spencer. They were just teasing. They don’t realize how far off they are.”

Spencer shook his head, pulling away slightly. “But you didn’t say anything. You just sat there and let them think… let them think I’m some kind of pushover.”

You sighed, understanding now where this was coming from. “Spencer, I didn’t say anything because I don’t think it’s anyone else’s business what happens between us. We agreed not to share that part of our relationship with them.”

“I know that,” he replied, his voice strained. “But it felt like you were agreeing with them by staying silent. Like you were okay with them seeing me that way.”

You stepped closer to him, reaching out to cup his face in your hands. “Spencer, listen to me. I don’t care what they think. I know who you are. I know how you make me feel, how you take care of me, how passionate and intense you can be. None of that needs to be proven to anyone else.” You caressed his cheekbones with your thumbs. “Besides, do you think you really want them to know how you have me bent over the back of the couch more often than not? How you have me counting out my punishments?”

His eyes softened, but there was still a lingering doubt. “But it just… it made me feel like they think I’m less of a man or something. Like I’m not enough.”

You shook your head firmly. “You are more than enough, Spencer. You’re everything I could ever want. What we have is special, and I don’t need to justify it to anyone else. They can think whatever they want, but at the end of the day, they don’t know the real you. I do.”

He looked at you, really looked at you, and you could see the tension slowly start to leave his body. He let out a long breath, his shoulders relaxing as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair. “I didn’t mean to take it out on you. It just… got under my skin.”

You hugged him tightly, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. “I understand, Spencer. But remember, you’re incredible just the way you are. And I love you for it. All of it.”

Spencer nodded, the last of his frustration melting away as he held you. “Thank you. I love you too. And I’m sorry for doubting that.”

You smiled, leaning up to kiss him gently. “You don’t ever have to apologize for how you feel. But just know, I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything.”

With that, the tension between you finally broke, and the two of you spent the rest of the night curled up together, letting the world outside fade away as you focused on each other, knowing that what you shared was something far deeper and more meaningful than anyone else could ever understand.

+++

Spencer had never really been the jealous type, but he was angry. Since the night of teasing at the bar, he'd been on edge.

It gnawed at him in a way he hadn't expected, chipping away at his usual calm demeanor. Since that night, there had been a subtle shift in his behavior—small things that you noticed but didn’t immediately address, hoping it would pass. But now, standing in the bar waiting for your drink, it was clear that something had snapped.

You had been leaning against the counter, waiting patiently for your order, when a stranger approached. He was confident, with a cocky smile, and placed his hand lightly on the small of your back. “Hey there,” he said smoothly, “let me get that for you.” He motioned to the bartender, offering to pay for your drink.

Before you could politely decline, you felt a familiar presence behind you. Spencer’s hand wrapped firmly around your wrist, and before you could even process what was happening, he was pulling you away from the bar. His grip was gentle but insistent, his usual reserved demeanor replaced by something far more intense.

The stranger barely had time to react as Spencer led you out of the bar and into a dimly lit alley beside the building. The air was cooler outside, and the sudden change in environment only heightened the tension. Spencer didn’t say a word as he pressed you against the brick wall, his lips crashing onto yours with a force that took your breath away. There was no hesitation in his movements—his hands were everywhere, roaming over your body, pulling you flush against him as if he couldn’t stand the thought of any distance between you.

His kisses were fierce, demanding, and you responded in kind, matching his intensity with your own. It was as if all the unspoken emotions from the past few days had finally found an outlet, and Spencer was pouring everything into this moment. His usual restraint was gone, replaced by a raw, desperate need to claim you, to reassure himself of your connection.

You gasped into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, needing to feel him, to ground yourself in the whirlwind of his sudden possessiveness. His hands slid down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he pressed you harder against the wall, his body anchoring you in place.

“Spencer,” you whispered between kisses, your voice breathless. “Take me home."

His breath hitched at your words, a spark of something dangerous flaring in his eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled back slightly, his hand still firmly on your hip as he nodded, his voice low and filled with unspoken promise. "Let's go."

The walk back to your car was charged with anticipation, the quiet intensity between you almost palpable. Spencer’s hand remained on the small of your back, guiding you with a sense of urgency that sent shivers down your spine. The drive home was a blur, the silence between you thick with the weight of what was about to happen. Every glance he shot your way was laced with desire, his fingers drumming impatiently on the steering wheel as if he could barely contain himself.

As soon as you stepped through the door of your apartment, Spencer was on you, his lips crashing against yours with a fervor that stole your breath. He kicked the door shut behind you, his hands roaming your body, mapping out every inch of you as if he couldn’t get enough. You could feel the tension in his muscles, the raw need that had been building inside him finally finding release.

You barely made it to the bedroom, clothes discarded in a trail behind you, the air around you electric with anticipation. By the time you reached the bed, Spencer was a man possessed, his usual gentle touch replaced by something much more primal. He pushed you onto the bed, his body covering yours in an instant, and you could feel the heat radiating off him, his need for you almost overwhelming.

His hands were everywhere—gripping your thighs, your waist, your arms—as he kissed you deeply, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made you moan into his mouth. He was relentless, his touch both commanding and desperate, as if he needed to prove to himself, and to you, that you were his.

“God please touch me, Spence. You’re the only person who could ever make me cum. I need your mouth on me baby, please.” He looks up at you through his lashes while he bites into your thigh, sucking so hard you know there’ll be a purple bruise tomorrow.  

Before you’ve prepared, he latches his mouth onto your pussy, laying his tongue flat against you and shaking his head back and forth. You scream out, taking a fistful of his curly hair into your hand and holding on for dear life as he licks and sucks feverishly. His saliva mixed with your arousal makes an absolute mess, dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. He pulls back for a moment and puts two fingers up to your mouth. “Open.” He orders and you oblige, opening and wrapping your tongue around his digits, moaning as you do. He watches you intensely and bites his lip as he imagines how you’d work him if you were sucking him off.

Once his fingers are wet, he pulls them out of your mouth and down to your core, circling a few times on your clit before pushing them into you completely. You let out a string of curse words as he curls them inside you, hitting your G-spot over and over again. Just when you thought it couldn’t feel any more intense, he reattaches his mouth to your hood, using his tongue to trace figure-eights. Your toes begin to curl as you feel the familiar knot in the pit of your stomach.

You shakily cry out his name, tugging his hair harder. The vibration from his moan brings you closer, a cry spilling from your lips. He doesn't stop, continuing his attack on your clit, his fingers picking up speed.

You wriggle and writhe beneath him, holding back cries. A second orgasm washes over you, voice taken as he finally sits back, hands running over your thighs soothingly.

"You know what I was thinking about the entire night?" He asked, undoing the buttons of his shirt.

"Tell me," you said through pants. "What were you thinking of?"

"How good your ass looked today."

You chuckled. "Really?"

Spencer's lips curled into a smirk as he nodded, his eyes darkening with that familiar hunger. "Really," he confirmed, his voice low and husky as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the toned chest beneath. "I couldn't stop thinking about it. Every time you walked by, every time you leaned over, it drove me crazy."

You felt a flush of heat spread through your body at his words, a mixture of surprise and excitement. "And what did you want to do about it?" you asked, your voice trembling with anticipation.

He shrugged off his shirt, tossing it aside before leaning back over you, his hands once again finding their place on your hips, gripping them possessively. "How badly I want to make them sting." His lips run over your collarbone, voice dropping. "I know you like it."

You whimper, nodding. "Then do it."

As you turn over, your breath catches in anticipation, your skin tingling with the promise of what’s to come. Spencer’s hands trail down your back, gentle at first, as if savoring the moment, before they grip your hips with that familiar possessiveness.

His voice is low, almost a growl, as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You know I’m going to make you beg for it, don’t you?"

You shiver at his words, your body reacting instinctively to the mix of dominance and tenderness in his tone. "Please, Spencer," you whisper, your voice trembling with need. "I want it… I need it."

He lets out a low, satisfied hum, his hands sliding down to your ass, kneading the flesh before his fingers curl, and with a swift, calculated motion, he brings his hand down in a firm slap. The sharp sting spreads through you, igniting your nerves and drawing a gasp from your lips.

"How does that feel?" he asks, his voice dripping with control.

"Perfect," you manage to gasp out, the sting from his hand already sending ripples of pleasure through you.

His hand comes down again, harder this time, and you arch your back in response, biting your lip to hold back a cry. Each slap is deliberate, perfectly timed, and as the sensation builds, so does your desire. The pain is just enough to make you ache for more, to make you want to give in to everything he’s offering. Spencer’s hand continues its work, each strike sending a wave of heat and electricity through your body. Your breaths come out in ragged pants, and you can feel your entire being focused on the sensations he’s creating, on the way he’s drawing out your pleasure.

"Do you like it when I make you feel like this?" he asks, his voice husky and rough as his hand moves rhythmically against you.

"Yes," you breathe out, your voice almost desperate. "I love it… I love how you make me feel, Spencer."

"Good," he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction. He presses a kiss to the back of your neck before his hand delivers another firm slap, making your skin burn in the best possible way. "Because I love making you feel this way."

The stinging pleasure only heightens your need for him, and as his hand continues to bring you to the edge of what you can take, you know you’re utterly and completely his. The mix of pain and pleasure is intoxicating, and you’re lost in the sensation, in the way he’s controlling your body with such expert precision. When he finally stops, his hand soothing over your stinging skin, you can’t help but whimper at the loss, your body still thrumming with need. Spencer leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder as he murmurs against your skin, "You’re so beautiful like this. Do you want more?"

"Please," you gasp, barely able to form the words through the haze of desire that’s clouding your mind. "Please, Spencer… I need more."

His voice is a dark promise as he whispers in your ear, "Then let’s see just how much you can take."

Spencer's hands glide up your sides, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down your spine. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “Stay still for me.”

You nod, your breath catching as you feel him shift behind you. His fingers trace the curve of your back before gripping your hips again, positioning you just how he wants. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, your body thrumming with a mix of pleasure and need as you wait for his next move.

He takes his time, savoring the way you’re laid out before him. His hands run over your reddened skin, soothing the sting he’d so carefully crafted moments before. “You’re so perfect like this,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?”

You can only whimper in response, your voice lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. You feel his fingers slide between your thighs, teasing you just enough to make you arch into his touch, desperate for more.

“Tell me what you need,” he commands, his voice deep and authoritative.

“You,” you gasp, barely able to form the words. “I need you, Spencer. Please.”

He chuckles softly, clearly satisfied with your response. “Good girl,” he praises, his fingers dipping inside you briefly, just enough to make you moan in frustration when he pulls back. “But I want to hear you beg for it.”

“Please,” you whimper, your body trembling with need. “Please, Spencer, I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”

Spencer’s breath hitches at your words, his resolve almost breaking. He leans over you, pressing his lips to the back of your neck as he aligns himself with you. “You’re going to feel every inch of me,” he promises, his voice low and rough. “And I’m not going to stop until you’re completely spent.”

You turn over again, letting your thighs fall open, giving him a full view of your soaked cunt. "Please, Spencer."

With that, he pushes into you slowly, savoring the way you gasp and arch beneath him. The sensation of him filling you is overwhelming, the mix of pleasure and the remnants of the stinging pain creating an intoxicating blend that has you crying out in pure bliss.

Spencer sets a rhythm that’s both torturous and perfect, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. His hands grip your hips with enough force to leave marks, pulling you back to meet him with every movement. The sounds of skin against skin fill the room, the only other noise your combined moans and gasps of pleasure.

“Do you like this?” he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Do you like how I’m making you feel?”

“Yes,” you cry out, your voice breaking with the intensity of it all. “I love it, Spencer, I love you.”

He growls in response, his pace quickening as he drives you closer to the brink. The tension in your body coils tighter and tighter until you feel like you’re about to snap, and then, with one final, deep thrust, you’re thrown over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of pleasure so intense that you can’t help but scream his name.

“Who’s fucking you this good?” Spencer grunted, his hips slamming relentlessly against yours.

You replied with a noise just short of a scream, clinging to his biceps. He has you pretzeled underneath him, one leg slung around his hip, the other over his shoulder. The raw spots of your ass brush against his thighs with each thrust, each one a rush of excitement

He brought a hand to your chin, forcing you to look at him through hooded eyes. “What’s my name, darling?” He asked, huffing as he kept his pace up.

“Spencer!” You whined, clawing at his shoulders. Your voice gave out soon after, little squeaks escaping as you chase your high.

He pulled away, panting. “Over. All fours.”

You obliged, turning and arching your back as he propped your hips up. He slid a pillow beneath you, gripping the corners to hold your hips up. You gripped the sheets, wailing as he pushed into you again. He pumps a few times before pulling your wrists to the small of your back, pulling you so you’re back to front with him.

“Spence,” you whined, eyes screwed shut.

He laughs, actually laughs. “What are you crying for, princess?” He says, his lips grazing against your ear. “I’m giving you what you want.”

Your head falls back and you sigh as his kisses begin to get heavier, teeth involved now. You hear his wet kissing noises grow until you feel his teeth sink into your skin. You yelp, hands begging to be freed but his grip tightens.

“Don’t make me get the tie,” he threatened lowly. “I don’t want to leave your pretty little cunt empty.”

You whimpered at his words. “Don't,” you begged quietly, feeling tears roll and drop onto your chest. “I can’t-“

Spencer stopped, bottomed out. “Or maybe I should.” He began to slide out of you, leaving just the tip inside. “Good girls deserve to get fucked, but you haven’t been a good girl, have you?”

“No, Spence. I haven’t.” The gravel in your tone makes your voice unfamiliar. “But please, I’ll do whatever you want me to- anything. Just please let me cum again.” You craned your neck to look him in the eyes. “Please.”

His eyes softened. “Color?”

“Green,” you whispered back.

He watches your face scrunch up then relax in pleasure as you gasp when he fully enters inside you. His palms go to the part of your thighs below your knees. He forces them to open wider, rocking gently at first.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he said softly.

You nod and take a deep breath. Another orgasm begins, your body going rigid as your breath catches in your throat. This time he lets you finish, letting your hands go. You catch yourself on the mattress, whining as you fuck yourself back onto him. He’s stopped moving, letting you use him as his hands roam over your back as he coats the inside of your walls with his own arousal. When you’re finished, you fall forward, his cock slipping out of you in the process.

You lay like that for a few seconds, ass in the air, catching your breath. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you beg him not to touch you for a moment. Your hand is in the air, palm flat. He respects your space, showering you in compliments and thank you's. You stop him when an apology leaves his lips.

“Don’t be,” you said, eyes still closed but your voice is firm.

You can hear him smile. “Can I touch you again?”

You nodded.

Without wasting another moment, Spencer propped you up by your hips again, spreading you with both hands. Spencer sighed at the sight of your cunt, his cum slowly dripping out of you. You flinched as he ran his thumb through your folds, swiping your clit in an up and down motion. You moaned at the feeling. The coil in your abdomen tightened and released in record time, your hands twisting in the sheets as you wailed out his name again.

You flipped over, legs on either side of him. He pulled you up against him, your ass again this chest.

He let go of your clit with a pop sound just to go back and suck it even harder. Your back arching as your mouth and throat were dry from all the moaning and crying, your grip on his hair becoming tighter. You let out one loud moan, your legs shaking and squeezing Spencer’s head between them. You feel a warm gush as he pulls away, marveling at the mess he’s made. His eyes are sparkling, jaw slack as he studied how your body reacted. He licked a swipe up your folds, catching everything he could on his tongue. He leans over you, opening your mouth. You let him, nodding as you placed your hand on the back of his neck. 

He spits the mixture of his and your cum into your mouth. You swallow it down, opening your mouth to prove that it’s gone. You collapse into the bed, sticky and fucked out. Spencer stands up, picking up his boxers from the floor before going to the bathroom. He returns a few minutes later with a warmed washcloth. He drapes it over your warm cunt before using it to wipe away any of tonight’s mess. A water bottle is pressed into your hand and you let it roll out of your palm. 

“Are you alright?” He asked softly, one hand cradling your head. 

You nod, finally opening your eyes. His hair is tousled, sticking to his forehead in some places. “I’m alright, Spencie.” 

He grinned. “I love you.” 

“I love you.” 

+++

The next morning, the BAU office was alive with the usual hustle, but the moment you walked in, the energy shifted. Your steps were slower than usual, each movement causing a slight grimace. As you made your way to your desk, every head turned, curiosity etched on the faces of your colleagues. You could feel the weight of their stares, but you were determined to play it cool. Sliding into your chair with a quiet hiss, you placed your jacket beneath you for some added cushion. It didn’t help much, but it was better than nothing.

Morgan, always the first to break the silence, leaned back in his chair with a wide grin. “Damn, girl, what happened to you? Looks like you went ten rounds in the ring.”

Emily shot you a teasing glance, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Or, more likely, someone had a very intense evening.”

You gave them both a tired but amused look, trying to keep your expression neutral. “Let’s just say I had an… interesting night. And I’m definitely feeling it this morning.”

Before anyone could press further, Spencer strolled into the bullpen, a noticeable spring in his step. He approached your desk with a smugness that only you could truly decipher, carrying a cup of coffee like it was a trophy. With a self-satisfied grin, he placed the cup in front of you, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple. “Good morning, love,” he said, his voice laced with a warmth that made you both roll your eyes and smile.

“Morning,” you replied, reaching for the coffee, grateful for the momentary distraction.

But as Spencer straightened up, you noticed something that made your stomach flip—he had a shit-eating grin on his face. That was when it hit you: he was enjoying this. He knew exactly what the team was thinking, and he was reveling in it.

You watched him saunter over to his desk, pretending to be oblivious to the shocked whispers and side glances being exchanged across the room. But you knew better. That grin, the slight swagger in his walk—Spencer Reid was basking in the glory of his teammates’ surprise.

Morgan’s jaw dropped, and he pointed a finger at Spencer, then back at you. “Did you guys see that? I mean, I thought Reid was a little more- damn!”

Emily smirked, shaking her head in disbelief. “I did not see that coming. Who knew Spencer had it in him?”

JJ chuckled, giving you a look that was part admiration, part amusement. “Looks like there’s a lot we don’t know about Spencer.” She nodded, mouthing, we’ll talk about this later.

Rossi chimed in, a bemused expression on his face. “Well, you know what they say, it’s always the quiet ones.”

You glanced over at Spencer, who was now seated at his desk, diligently pretending to be engrossed in his paperwork. The grin on his face, however, betrayed his true feelings—he was thoroughly enjoying the attention, playing the part of the humble genius who just happened to surprise everyone.

But you weren’t going to let him off that easy. No, Spencer Reid was going to pay for that smug grin, just not today. And probably not tomorrow. You needed to recover first, but in a few days… oh, you were going to give him his. And it would be worth the wait.

[mumms-the-word]

guys

GUYS

you’ll never believe what nonsense I came across while I was brainrot doomscrolling through all the books and notes on the BG3 wiki trying to find stuff I might have missed in act 2

druid self-insert romantic fanfiction about the first battle against Moonrise and Ketheric

fanfic that Halsin read and criticized!!

Okay if you played early access you shouldn’t be surprised because these books existed in EA. I’ve tried to find them in my game post patch 6 but all I can find is volume 3, which is disappointing because I was hoping to find volume 4

But as a treat, if you’re like me and completely didn’t know about this, buckle up and please enjoy the self-insert adventures of a certain “Roa” who totally isn’t Roan Featherway, a druid of Silvanus and colleague(??) of Halsin himself

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Book Draft - Volume I

The name on the inside of this faded journal suggests it belonged to a 'Roan Featherway', a druid of Silvanus.

[Neatly written chapters fill this journal. A list of what appears to be book publishers in Baldur's Gate are on the first page. The cover has a multitude of titles, all crossed out: 'The Unforeseen Alliance, volume 1', 'Druids and Harpers, a fight for good!', 'The Shadowed Evil: who dares to stand against it?'] Our hero, the [brave? mighty?] druid Roa arrives in the grove. When he received the summons from the Emerald Enclave, he knew something was afoot. Filled with druids and rangers alike, members of the Enclave are scattered across the realm. They fight to preserve the natural order, keep the elemental forces of the world in check, and do battle with those who would upset this delicate balance. They are fierce warriors, though none as fierce as Roa. Built like [an ox? A bear?], he stands head and shoulders above the crowd. The grove is buzzing with activity. Roa spots a beautiful woman with ebony hair flowing past her shoulders, her eyes as blue as a [summer's day? bluebird?]. His smile turns to a frown as he notices the crescent moon and harp pinned to her chest. By Silvanus, what was a Harper doing here?

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Book Draft - Volume II

Formed from several journals, paper scraps and, in one case, the back of an envelope, this book has been carefully glued together to form the second in a series of romance novels.

[This seems to be the second volume in a series written by an amateur novelist. The title on the cover, 'Love in Shadowed Lands', is crossed out.] The ebony-haired woman notices Roa's gaze and crosses the grove, [winking? smiling?] as she stands by the druid's side. 'I don't usually wear it out in the open,' she says, tapping the brooch on her cloak, a crescent moon and harp pinned to her chest. 'Except for special occasions.' 'What's a Harper doing in a grove of Silvanus?' Roa asks. 'Not just one.' She gestures to a group by the sacred pool. 'We're generally more cloak and dagger,' she continues, 'thwarting tyrants and [guarding? protecting?] the realm is best done in secret. But you lot have a fight on your hands. We're here to help.' 'Since when do the Emerald Enclave need a bunch of Harpers?' Roa says. 'You haven't heard?' She laughs, her laugh tinkling like a bell. 'Strap in, sweetie. We're about to take on Dark Justiciars, their demented leader Ketheric Thorm and, if we're very lucky, Shar herself.'

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Book Draft - Volume III

The third book in a series of romance novels, this once beautifully bound book has had pages ripped out, glued back in and even tied to the book's spine using a piece of twine.

['Volume Three' is written in bold on the front. The title 'The Cost of Sorrow' is followed by a number of question marks.] 'But why?' Roa screams, the beast within barely contained. 'Why follow Shar? Why destroy Moonhaven?' Ketheric stares down [haughtily? cruelly?] at Roa as he steps over the bodies of Harpers and druids alike. 'Shar knows all.' He smiles [maliciously?]. 'She gave me a holy mission. I'm merely fulfilling it.' 'The people of Moonhaven trusted you!' Roa cries, his anger rising. 'How could you turn your Dark Justiciars on them?' Ketheric smiles, 'They needed the target practice. Can't have Shar's elite getting rusty, now can we? As for you...' a crescent blade appears in his [cruel?] hands. 'You are but one lone druid, Roa. Who are you to stand against me?' Roa forces himself to his feet, Silvanus' fury coursing through him. 'I'm your downfall. Today you die, Ketheric!'

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And for the pièce de résistance 😮‍💨🤌

Book Draft - Volume IV

The fourth volume and final novel, this book has had almost every single page ripped out, except for the last twenty or so pages.

['Shadow's Kiss' is written in bold on the front. Pages of crossed out lines have notes in the margin reading 'finale!', 'more exciting!'. The final entry reads:] 'Get out of here.' Roa whispers, clutching his side. Blood pours from his fingers, a final gift from Ketheric's blade. 'I'm not leaving you,' Selene sobs, blue eyes filling with tears. Roa cups her face. 'I won't make it out in time. But you can.' Selene presses her forehead against his. Her ebony hair falls forward, forming a curtain that envelops them both. Roa closes his eyes, a smile lifting his lips as her scent, wild roses, washes over him. 'That grappling hook. You still have it?' He asks. 'Of course. Why do you -' With the last of his strength, Roa pushes her from the balcony. He watches her fall, watches her pull the hook from her pack and expertly throw it, swinging gracefully to the ground. A mighty crack splits the floor beneath him as the tower crumbles. He smiles contentedly. Selene was safe. That's all that mattered. Epilogue: 'Selfish bastard.' Selene says, kicking the base of the grave. Balsin places a comforting hand on her shoulder. 'He was the greatest of us all,' Balsin says, a towering behemoth of a druid, although not as tall as Roa. 'We will forever honour him, for he single-handedly broke Shar's hold on the land, and helped -' [A different hand appears beneath the final entry.] Roan, you had one job. This is not a historical record of what occurred, it is poorly written romance with no basis in fact. And if I ever see the name 'Balsin' again, I will personally feed you to Ormn.

Halsin you’re such a critic

we were robbed

[writing-house-of-m]

The Silent Treatment

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: It's a surprise

Warnings: A bit suggestive

Word count: 1429

Summary: You give Wanda the silent treatment after she betrays you

T/N: Malysh = baby (Thanks to @veronika-y for the list I always refer to 🖤)

A/N: I wanted to write something, so @cuinaminute229 gave me the prompt - "You can't break up with me. We're married." @mirrorballwn was there too and asked for Professor Wanda although I don't think this is what she had in mind lol

I hope you like this. Let me know what you think! 🙂

You hear the front door unlock from where you are, already in bed reading a book.

After college today Wanda went out for a meal with the other members from the faculty. You were glad she was out longer than usual not wanting to see her today.

'Sweet and innocent Professor Maximoff' is how she is known, if only her colleagues and students knew what she was really like. Maybe she wouldn't be such a favorite anymore.

You knew though. You saw past the pretty smile and soft voice. You knew what kind of person lay beneath. No one knows of her back stabbing ways.

A faint, 'honey, I'm home!' makes its way to your ears but you make no effort in responding. After what she has done, how can she believe everything is okay?

While she approaches you can hear her talk about her day. Stupid questions from students. Having to deal with Stark's bad jokes during dinner. Wanting to get home to see you because she hasn't all day.

The words of an evil person.

Last night, you were pretty sure you made it clear you were unhappy. She betrayed you and now she is acting like nothing happened.

You remain silent. You have nothing more to say after the events from the previous night.

Making her way around the bedroom she gets ready for bed, still droning on about the events that took place today.

She turns in your direction, seeing you busy with your book she walks over, planting a soft kiss on your head before making her way to the bathroom, "You're quiet today, malysh."

'Malysh.' How dare she. Despicable. It makes you sick to your stomach.

Even more so because you don't know how long it's been since you've turned a page of your book. The thoughts in your mind prevent you from concentrating on anything else, only Wanda's actions.

Wanda returns, placing her rings she had forgotten to take off, in front of the vanity mirror as she finishes her spiel of the day. When you don't look up to her once again with your usual smile she begins to worry because you haven't said a word to her since she has arrived home.

"Malysh..." She begins, "what's going on?"

Oh, so now she cares? You finally turn to Wanda with a hard look that takes her back slightly.

"I told you, we're broken up," you say monotonously, then turn your attention back to your book to continue 'reading'.

Wanda furrows her eyebrows, wondering what it was she could have done to make you act so cold towards her. Then it dawns on her.

Rolling her eyes, smiling to herself Wanda finishes rubbing in her moisturiser. Slowly, she makes her way over to you, climbing onto your lap, pulling the book out of your hands at the same time. You look the opposite way, annoyed, as she places it on the side table.

"Y/n-"

"Don't." You say, resolutely.

"This is still about last night? I said I was sorry," Wanda coos, trying to make eye contact but not forcing you to look her way.

"It was unforgivable, Wanda," you say and return to silence, crossing your arms.

Wanda lets out a sigh and instead of using words she scoots closer to you. Her attempt to kiss your cheek is intercepted by your hand.

"Baby," she whines, extending the word, "it's not that big of a deal."

You turn to Wanda with an incredulous look, "Not making someone pay rent is a clear rule violation!" You exasperate, "Everyone else made their partners pay, why did Nat get away with not making Maria pay? And then you took her side! It was the highest form of betrayal in my eyes."

She tries not to smile but it's so hard with how seriously you have been taking this.

"Stickler Steve was the only one on my side last night, so he's the only friend I have left as far as I'm concerned, and…" you make a fake look as if you are remembering something, "oh yeah, we're broken up."

Wanda doesn't bother hiding her smile now, the weekly game night with your friends always ends with a new story, this time it is centred around your competitiveness. "Well that's too bad. You can't break up with me, we're married," Wanda scoffs.

"So you do remember you're married to me and not to Nat and Maria. As my wife, you are supposed to take my side, it's in the contract," you make up. "I can't believe Tony took their side too," you finish with a scowl.

"Baby, I said I was sorry." When Wanda sees you are not making any attempt to say anything else, she realises she will have to take it up a notch. "Let me make it up to you," she says quickly then kisses you before you can even think. The taste of toothpaste and Wanda's lingering perfume overtake your senses. She presses harder into you, taking your breath away.

You pull your head back, hands on Wanda's shoulders to keep her away, "N- No. Y- You're not allowed to kiss me," you stutter, clearly affected.

"No?" she questions playfully in a low voice, moving forward against your hands. When her lips press against yours again you 'attempt' to push against her shoulders again but quickly crumble and get lost in the kiss.

As it progresses you roll over moving your kisses to her neck, a hand rising under her shirt making her moan. Wanda smiles when she sees where this is going, there is no way you are going to stop now.

Your will is only so strong when it comes to Wanda.

…

Your eyes are closed as Wanda lays on top of you, legs tangled together in the bed sheets. She threads her fingers through your hair, her warm body pressed against yours not helping you wanting to stay 'angry' at her.

"I'm still mad at you, you know," you sigh. Inwardly cursing yourself because you wanted your words to come out more seriously than they do.

Wanda hovers over you, moving her legs to either side of your waist, a position that is also not helping you school your features to be mad at her. You can feel the aftermath of your activities between her legs, her heat radiating on your stomach.

She gets you to look her straight in the eye by squashing your cheeks together and pulling you to look in her direction. "Y/n. I'm sorry," she says seriously, holding heavy eye contact, trying to stop a smirk from appearing on her face.

Cupping your cheeks with both hands after you look away dramatically, Wanda starts to place quick kisses all over your face saying "I'm sorry" after each one.

You let out an airy laugh, "Okay! Okay. I accept your apology."

Wanda smiles and pecks your lips. As you continue to speak she rests her weight fully on you leaning her chin against her hands now resting on your chest, "This doesn't mean I forgive you! You have to prove yourself on the next game night," you pout, running your fingers through her hair forcing her eyes to close.

Wanda hums, a cheeky smirk overtaking her face, "Do you still want to break up with me?" She asks, opening her eyes while biting her bottom lip, raising an eyebrow waiting for your response.

You pretend to think of your reply, "For now? No."

"For now, huh?" She says, placing her hands either side of your head hovering over you, "I guess I should make the most of you while I have you," she says huskily as she rolls her hips against you and she moves in to kiss you.

Once again she takes your breath away and you have no choice but to oblige, placing your hands on her hips.

When you pull away, Wanda rests her head against yours allowing you both to catch your breath.

Wanda is the best thing that has ever happened to you so you make sure she knows that. You move a hand to rub her cheek with your thumb, "I love you," you tell her as if the room is full of people and you are telling her a secret.

Once Wanda replies with her 'I love you' you bring her lips back to yours and show her in more ways than one, just how much you love her, the game night forgotten… until the next time you needed to remind her of her betrayal of course.

A/N: Did you think they were going to break up? April fools, I guess... Hehehe

[joocomics]

make my wish come true (18+)

from ─ ⋆ dinna’s holiday special *ੈ✩

pairings: jiseok x fem!reader

genre: smut wc: 5k

summary: tying up your boyfriend was the first thing on your christmas wish list, but it turned out to be more difficult than you thought

contains: dom!reader but nothing hardcore, brat tamer!reader, sensory deprivation, bondage & blindfold (m!rec), dirty talk, pet names, marking, overstimulation (m!rec), oral sex (m!rec), edging kink (m!rec), unprotected sex, creampie, light degradation kink (m!rec), praise kink

It’s the late morning of December 27th.

You’re laying in bed, pretending to read a book one of your colleagues got you for Christmas and listen to Jiseok’s footsteps around the apartment.

After doing his usual shower routine he decides to do the laundry that’s been piling up. He takes lazy steps dressed only in a pair of gray sweatpants. They hang loosely around his waist, tempting you to look up from the book you’re reading every time he walks pass the open door to your shared bedroom. You get a small quick glimpse of his half naked silhouette, but it’s enough to tease your imagination.

While waiting for him to return you lose more bits of your patience, as your ultimate christmas wish is still yet to be fulfilled. Are you being silly? You even put on a special cute outfit and makeup for the occasion, that as more minutes pass by, begin to feel a little too much.

After half an hour Jiseok appears in the bedroom finding you still laying on the bed against the multiple cushions. As he gets closer his expression becomes suspicious.

“Are you going out?”

“No, why?” You ask nonchalantly, gliding your bare feet on the sheets, aiming for a seductive action that’s not too obvious.

It seems to work, because Jiseok’s eyes begin to scan your body slowly and more carefully. The red color of your lips was about to put him in trance if it wasn’t for your revealing pajama set to catch his attention. It consists of tiny shorts that are clinging to your intimate parts, exposing the sides of your ass cheeks every time you move side to side, and a flimsy cropped top.

His eyes are taking literal bites from you, but he still doesn’t bring up what you want to hear. Did he forget?

“You did your makeup even though we’re staying home today, that’s all.” He shrugs his shoulders before crashing on the bed. “You look so pretty, baby.”

“Yeah, because I have an occasion.” You look for a way to give hints.

Jiseok runs his palm over your leg, as he rests on one side. His dark hair is still slightly wet, and a few strands are falling into his eyes.

“What is it?” He glances at you questionably, pushing fingers between your plush thighs. The tempting color on your lips pulls him in though, and he crawls up on top of you, propping himself up with two hands. “Damn, you’re one beautiful doll.”

The tip of his nose brushes yours as he leans for a kiss that you did not allow.

“You’re not ruining the makeup I just spent an hour on,” you say, gripping his jaw.

“Fine, I’ll just kiss you elsewhere.” He scoffs at your comment, but doesn’t move an inch away from you.

You take a deep breath, as your hands attach to his fit stomach, feeling its warmth from the shower. Satisfaction flutters inside you from the way his abs instantly tense.

The nice scent coming from his skin stimulates your senses, making you humm in pleasure while placing your mouth close to his ear.

“You promised to let me tie you up.”

“Oh, did I?” He exclaims in a fake surprise. “Cause I‘m pretty sure that you asked me to tie you up…”

“Stop messing around!”

“I’m not, you know my memory is brilliant. Why would I forget about something like that?

“You’re such a baby.” You attempt to shove him away, but his arms are locked on both sides of your body. “Just admit you’re scared that you’re gonna like it too much.”

Jiseok laughs straight away at your assumption. He breaks the eye contact by glancing at the wall in front of him, which means you succeeded at pushing his buttons.

“Nah, sweetheart, I just know you’re gonna give up the first five minutes begging me to fuck you.” He smirks, looking down at you again. “You know how good I make you feel, it’d be a waste of time.”

“That’s my Christmas wish, Jiseok! You promised.” You flutter at him with curled eyelashes, and you can see parts of him melting.

“Fine,” he sighs, pecking your cheek and falls on his back. “I’m curious to see what tricks you have under your sleeve.”

You watch him sprawl out on the mattress with his legs spread apart as if he’s making a snow angel. He stares at your shorts clinging to your butt, as you get off the bed, and immediately a part of him wants to take his words back.

“Tsk, get up.”

Jiseok lifts his head up when you come back, looking questionably at the chair you brought with yourself.

“You’re sitting here.” You state, putting the chair down in the middle of the room.

“On the chair? Why?”

“Because we fuck on the bed all the time, I want something new.”

“Wow…” Taken aback from the way you prepared for this, Jiseok stands up at the sight of the ropes in your hands. “You’re gonna turn out to be a lot dirtier than I expected you to be, doll.”

He doesn’t wait for you to tell him. He takes off his sweats and sits down. Even though he wasn’t really fond of the idea to get tied up for a long time now he finds himself getting excited. It’s entertaining to watch your attempts to boss him around.

“What other dirty fantasies are you hiding from me?” He smirks, smacking your ass as you walk behind him.

You guide his arms behind the chair making sure to use some force as a signal to not act so cocky.

“Hey,” he blurts out through a giggle. “Gentle, please. I need those.”

“To answer your question…“ You breathe in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “I have many.”

“Are you serious?” He tries to take a peek at you.

“Don’t move,” you scold him, having a hard time tying his wrists.

“What are they?”

“I can’t come up with just one right now.” You grin when he lets out an irritated sigh. “Is it too tight?”

“No, it’s good.” He tests out the knot by pulling his hands.

When you walk around the chair to face him the view is so captivating. His half-hard on twitches in front of you, as you step closer.

“Come on, just one,” he whines, tilting his head to the side. “Tell me the first one that comes to mind.”

You already have a few fantasies on your mind, but seeing how his pleading eyes are getting darker while skimming down your body, you decide to take your time with answering.

You rest your hands on the back of the chair. Your top instantly opens on your neckline from the movement, revealing your bare breasts straight into Jiseok’s face. It’s so obvious he’s trying his best not to look inside. It’s what you want after all and he wants to tease you by not giving it to you right away.

Jiseok breathes in deeply, focusing his gaze on your face that’s just as appetising to him as your body.

“Do I turn you on, princess?” He breaks the silence, but you dismiss his flirtatious smile.

“I want to make a sex tape with you.” You lift one leg, separating his thighs. “So I can watch how you fuck me when you’re away.”

Jiseok’s lips release a surprised sound after he feels your knee pressing his soft ballsack.

“Will you let me film as you take it from behind? I want close ups of your ass, baby.”

His words send an instant rush into your veins, but you manage to sound composed.

“If you’re being a good boy today, why not?”

You move your hand down his chest, as your knee presses a little harder against his balls, taking the smirk off his face, then bring it up to find his neck. You melt hearing him humm after you wrap your fingers around his throat and finally kiss him passionately.

Jiseok’s plump lips deepen the act in seconds catching you off guard. You try to keep up with how quickly they move, making room to slide tongue only for it to dominate yours. He moans in your mouth, not stopping for a second, as spit begins to pour from both of you.

When you pull back gasping for air, you catch him smirking.

“You okay, doll? You look dizzy.”

With one strong swipe along his bottom lip you smudge the red stain from your lipstick. Your tongue clicks at his smug attitude.

“Close that naughty mouth, you brat, or I will put tape over it.”

You force him to look you in the eye, when you push his head back by pulling strands of his hair.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so mean…” He grunts in response. “I like it.”

You swallow the urge to smile at his reactions, and drop slowly on the ground to face his cock. It has shifted into a full erection.

Jiseok’s mouth opens from anticipation, but quickly shuts when your fingertips move from his thighs to his abdomen instead.

You watch his teeth bite on his lip, as you warm his shaft with your breathing. You’re so close you can lick his base if you just slightly drag out the tip of your tongue.

But you don’t.

“Have I told you how much I love your abs?” You coax, scratching his muscles.

“Just one million times in the last two days.”

He chuckles at your irritated reaction, but when you pinch his nipple hard, he quickly clenches his jaw.

“Baby, if you just wanna talk we can do it with my arms not tied to a chair you know.”

“I know, but now I’m in charge so I decide how these things will go.”

You take his erection in one hand, eyeing the glistening shreds of pre-cum, sliding down his length.

“You look turned on to me, baby. Are you enjoying being tied up?” You follow your question with slow tugs up and down.

“Fuckk, finally.” He groans in a hoarse voice, before speaking further. “I enjoy watching you get horny from me being tied up.”

Your fingers stop at the tip, as you gaze at the playful sparkles in his eyes. You slowly spread the sticky release all over his flushed head only to mix it nicely with your drop of spit.

Jiseok sighs, throwing his head back from the feel of your hand twisting around him, making him wetter and hard as a rock. Warm sensations build in his core, as he keeps on talking lifting his head up.

“How many times have you touched yourself to the thought of this, huh? Shit, I can only imagine how sexy you looked—“

Talking to you always gets him faster to his peak, so you drop his cock mid sentence.

His eyes bulge out from panick, as he curses under his breath. He doesn’t have time to react properly at the underwhelming way the pleasure fades when he sees you removing your top.

“Ahh, shit, baby, no..” He shakes his head, looking away.

“What is it?” You ask in an innocent voice. “I’ll be more comfortable if my clothes don’t get in the way.”

You lean your head against his thigh, running a finger up his twitching cock as if it’s the most fragile thing.

“So sensitive it’s cute.” You coo, forming a circle on that little vulnerable spot of his tip that drives him crazy.

“F-fuck, I don’t think I can do this.” He pules weakly, not losing sight of your finger going into your mouth to clean it from his essence.

“But we just started.” You say in a calm manner, before placing a kiss on the flesh of his inner thigh. You enjoy the possessive scarlet mark of your lipstick, the contrast against his skin arouses you.

“I know, baby, I know it’s just…” He speaks out loudmouthedly, but your lips moving higher up his body inevitably slow down his voice. “How am I supposed to just stay here when you’re naked in front of m-me… and… I can’t touch you? That’s so annoying, f-fuck.”

You continue with more red stains, as you listen to him getting more and more worked up under your mouth. His figure from relaxed becomes tense in a matter of seconds the more you pepper him with hungry kisses. Only his chest is moving up furiously, as you include your tongue, the brushing of your hardened nipples cover him with goosebumps, that add more to the pressure of his erection.

You don’t miss the opportunity to take one of his nipples between your teeth before sucking on the skin behind his earlobe. The sound of his hitched breathing while you create your bruises get you soaked.

“I’m not naked, I left my shorts on.”

That’s even worse, he thinks, but remains silent.

You lost count of how many times Jiseok has fucked you in different pairs of shorts since you’re together. The small sheer pieces of fabric you sleep in are one of the things that instantly cause him to grow a tent under the bedsheets.

“Although… they start to stick to my pussy a little,” you mumble, deciding to get rid of them too. “Wanna know why?”

Jiseok gulps when you lower yourself on his left thigh. His heart starts pounding when your naked hips begin to roll against him, letting the wetness from your folds coat his flesh.

“Why are you suddenly quiet, baby?”

The soft fabric of your pajama short caresses his skin, as you move them up and down his chest.

“Jesus, you’re driving me crazy,” he groans, watching you speed up your motions. “You’re so fucking wet, doll. You need me.”

He attaches his mouth to your shoulder, kissing your skin. The gentle sucking turns into a muffled growl when you joggle your shorts to tickle his erection.

“Right now I think you need me more,” you provoke him in order to hear him beg, but it’s more difficult to achieve than you expected.

“Ugh, baby…” he howls, as you shake the clothing marked from a visible wet patch in front of his face like a piece of candy. “Why are you playing me like that?” He tries to catch the shorts with his teeth, but you pull them away in time.

You haven’t stopped moving back and forth on his thigh, not trying to hide your soft moans at all, as your clit becomes highly stimulated.

Jiseok blinks up, admiring your face that’s contorted in pleasure, as you’re chasing quicker friction.

“Wanna taste you so bad.” He glances at the direction of your hand that holds the messy panties. Every time the fabric touches his skin he gets a rush as if it’s a cube of ice which makes his bones tremble. He tilts his chin up when you lift them close in his face, and already tries to get a sniff from them.

“Say please,” you demand.

Jiseok smirks, knowing this was coming.

“Please.” He states, not able to hold back a giggle in his throat.

“Not good enough.”

“Babyyy, come on..” He stomps on the floor with his feet. “Gimme a taste, pleasee.” His eyes concentrate on the piece of clothing drifting away only to drop on his cock.

He finds the flesh of your arm again - since he cannot use his hands he feels the desperate need to use his mouth in any way he possibly can. He does everything in his control to keep it cool when you grab on his girth through the fabric, then tug on it slowly.

“Holy shit, baby…” he groans, teeth digging into your skin. That definitely left a mark. “Free me and I’ll treat that pussy like it’s my last meal.” His eyes are hooded from lust and desperation, as the pool of arousal you leave on his leg is the only thing he can think about in that moment.

“We can both cum much quickly if you just listen, baby boy.” You explain, stroking his length in an irritating pace. “You run your mouth too much.”

Your fingers put more pressure around it, forcing him to pant for more. The friction against the wrapped fabric heats his vulnerable skin while you continue pumping.

“I’ll do better, princess.”

You felt a sudden jolt when his figure lurches up from the chair.

“I-I’ll.. fuck, faster, please…”

He bucks up his hips desperately needing a quicker pace from already being so close. The warm thrill overwhelms his core, and his brows draw together, as he focuses on the building rush.

“If I let you cum will you be a good boy for me, darling?”

“Y-Yesyesyes, I’m so fuckin’ hard, baby, I need t-to, p-please… make me… need to c-cum.”

As you concentrate on fisting him through your shorts, you cannot find a way, neither a reason to stop your hips from moving back and forth. For the first time he’s the one begging, and you can literally taste the sound of it on your tongue, sweet like honey, completely enough to get you off.

His body convulses under you, causing his voice to break during his incoherent babbling. The sight of his facial expressions becoming so much softer while his hot cum drench your shorts, turns you on to the point you hit your peak just seconds afterwards.

“Holy shit..” Jiseok looks at his lap, as his climax tones down. “This felt amazing.”

You stagger to your feet, kneeling again.

Bewildered, Jiseok’s brows draw together at you reapplying your red lipstick before uncovering his cock. The yearning look you give the mess he made of it makes him ache from the need to place his hands on your body.

“W-wait, what—” he stutters, balking at your tongue swiping his dirty length. His face scrunches up from your small kitten-like licks, picking up his cum. When you take it in your hand to close your scarlet lips around it, he wishes he could shrink away. “N-no, baby, don’t… stop it, ffuck—” The ragged sound, coming deep from the back of his throat melt away when you pull back, leaving his cock wet and clean. You mark the lower part of his shaft with a red kiss, before glancing up questionably at him.

“What did you say?” You raise a brow at him, cleaning the corner of your mouth.

“It hurts, doll,” he gazes up after you stand on your feet. “Give me a break first.”

As you go to your nighstand, searching for something, Jiseok finds your stained pajama shorts on the floor.

“Wanna put those dirty panties on and give me a spin, gorgeous?”

He’s still amused from his idea when you stand back in front of him, but his face stiffens when he spots the blindfold in your hand.

“Too bad you won’t see it.”

“Is it necessary?” he asks with a pout.

“It is, you lack some manners.”

“Thanks for disciplining me, baby.” Jiseok smirks. The gratitude sounds more like a threat. You could only imagine what he’d do to you after he gets off that chair.

Jiseok’s blood pressure goes up, not able to pinpoint in the darkness what you’re up to at all.

When he senses your warm breaths between his thighs he almost winces from his seat, as the feeling now comes to him so much stronger. His fingers form painful fists when he feels your soft lips wrapping around him - too soon, and too suddenly. You take him all the way, causing him to release a long deep wail.

“Jesus, p-please… don’t—” his legs shake around you, as his overstimulated tip hits the back of your throat. “T-too much… god—” His voice suddenly fades from the new wave of delight that begins to form while you bob your head up and down his erection, not leaving a single spot of flesh exposed. “Sooo hungry for my cock, aren’t you, doll? F-fuck gonna make me cum again..”

Your warm tongue twirls around him, saliva coats his abdomen and stiff balls, as you keep on sucking, trying not to mind his comments too much. However, they keep irritate you while also get you wet at the same time. How does he always manage to be so collected and demanding? Just when you thought you made him softer he overpowers you again.

You blink up at the marks on his exposed neck, watching his emphasised adam apple moving every time he swallows. Since he could not see or touch a thing, you make sure to produce variety of lewd, slurping, gagging noises that would help him visualise everything that’s happening. Even though half his face is covered you could notice he’s focusing on his hearing.

The quick, sloppy sucks of yours quickly leave Jiseok speechless. The burning thrill becomes three times more intense and takes over him so much quicker, that he ends up feeling like a dog in heat. It’s true what they say, about the rest of your senses feeling so much stronger when one of them is restricted.

He keeps his head tilted back, as his moans elevate towards the ceiling, leading you to think he’s close. They don’t sound heavy like earlier. They fly out of his mouth more high pitched in multiple fragile ahs and ohs.

That’s when your lips suck on his warm salty tip one last time before spitting out. The moment you pull back, Jiseok jerks his hips up, but ends up humping nothing.

“S-sshit, baby, what happened?” He yammers, panting. “Why did you stop? Whyy?!”

“Because…” You run your palms over his thighs, watching his bright red tip. “You will cum when I tell you to.”

“But I gotta cum now, babyy…” Jiseok mewls, thrusting hips up again over nothing. “I’m so fuckin��� close, your mouth got me hard as fuck.. don’t do this to me..”

While he whines your hand unintentionally goes between your legs, rubbing circles the second it got in contact with your clit. You didn’t realise how wet you are until your fingers instantly glide between your lips, getting all sticky.

“Baby?? You there?”

You humm in response, sliding fingers inside you. The moisture dripping from you is so much you didn’t need to do a lot for him to catch on.

“Are you seriously touching yourself?” He gasps in disbelief.

“I want to cum too, baby.” You begin to pump three fingers in and out of you, filling the room with wet squelching sounds.

“Goddamn it princess, don’t do that…” He tries unsuccessfully to dismiss your moans, that cause him to think of his own orgasm.

“Shut up,” you spit out, surprising even your own self, and grabbing his cock.

The sudden action causes him to hiss through gritted teeth. His lips turn into a smirk afterwards that follows by a husky groan when you begin to pump him in a relentless speed.

“Do you even deserve to cum? You’ve been acting like a brat since the minute you sat down on this chair.”

“A-ah, shit, shit, s-shit…” Jiseok furrows his brows, as he becomes shaky from your fist literally slamming down, smacking his body. “U-ugh, so’ close—“ His sentence fades, leaving only guttural sounds, coming from his dry throat.

“You can’t tell me what to do when I’m pulling the strings, baby, you hear me?”

You resume tugging harder, as you wait for Jiseok’s hanging mouth to make up an answer, but you realise he’s went almost completely silent.

“Answer me,” your fist freezes at his base, and Jiseok bursts, crying out.

The weight of his body falls forward, but only slightly because of the restraints. It takes some time for his desperate whimpers to whittle down, but you don’t let go of his cock. You hold to it tight, watching the leaky head twitch, as he struggles to regain his composure from having his second orgasm taken away.

“Maybe I should just leave you to hump the air like a total loser.”

Despite the comments, he’s still finding it hard to acknowledge the fact he’s not the one giving orders, so you give his cock a slap.

“F-ffuck, damn it, okay..” he grits his teeth again with frustration, which calls for another smack. “Baby, I hear you.. I-I do, I d-do.” He chokes on his words from defeat.

“I don’t like your tone.” You joggle his cock with a firm grasp.

“I’ll be good, p-promise. I promise. You just drive me nuts baby, can’t help it, s-sorry…”

The sudden vulnerability in him makes your heart skip a beat. His breathing still hasn’t calmed down yet, and he stumbles around his words, but that doesn’t mean each one of them doesn’t act like a fuel to your arousal.

“Come on, use me.” He calls to you quetly with such desire for a second it sounds like pleading.

You rub your thighs together, holding onto him as you listen to his erotically weakened state.

“Smack my cock as many times as you want, please. It’s yours.”

His words work like a charm, and you quickly get up, straddling his lap.

Jiseok humms in pleasure, as he feels your gentle arms around his shoulders, and instantly gets stunned when you take a seat on his poor erection. The need to release as soon as possible occupies every part of his foggy mind, and his lips form a pout before his jaw drops from your body practicing its first moves up and down.

“I know you’re trying hard to be good, so I will give you a little treat, darling.” You coo at him.

Jiseok grins, aimlessly looking left and right.

“I’ll take anything you give me, baby.”

He breathes out a soft whimper when you touch the back of his head, guiding his mouth to your breast.

“Here,” you say through a deep sigh, as you fill up all the way to your sweet spot, and it feels overwhelmingly good. “Suck to feel better.”

Jiseok’s tongue instantly makes a long stripe over your nipple, before drawing it into his mouth with his plump lips. The moaning you hear along with the noise coming from him sucking on your boob eagerly, causes you to tug on his hair from delight.

“Good boy,” you mewl, beginning to roll your hips in circles, as you slightly lift up from his length at the same time, before dropping all the way down. You admire every bit of his thickness and length, while exploring the size that’s stretching you out. After you get used to it, you start to ride him freely, and in a much quicker pace.

Jiseok cannot help, but get whimpery from the softness of your flesh, and the sweet thrill it awakes in him. Just now at this moment, as he flicks on your perked nipple with the tip of his tongue, before giving it a smooch, he realises how desperate he was to feel you; even if it’s just a small part of your body.

You pull him away by the hair, but he tugs on your nipple with teeth, like a puppy not wanting to let go of their bone.

He got just a small taste of you, but it was enough to get him drunk.

“See? You can be obedient too, baby.” You pinch his puffy bottom lip, just when he begins to hiss from the burning rush in his core. “Not a bratty loser anymore.”

“N-ngh, I want to—” he throws his head back, which instantly causes your fingers to wrap around his throat. “F-fuck, yeah, fuck me hard, baby. Use me, as you wish I’m all yours.”

“Are you?” Your free palm drops down his chest, nicely coloured from fresh bruises and red lipstick. His abs tense, as he releases needy pants one after another, that signal he’s getting closer.

“Y-yesyes, yes-s, fuck me hard,” he pleads for more, and after you grant his wish by speeding up your hips, he squirms, sobbing. “A-ahh, feels so good, I have to c-cum, p-please…”

“Why, baby? Can’t take it anymore?” You put more pressure around his neck, feeling his pulse against your palm. “Are you too hard for me?”

“Uhmm,” he gives a low, but drawed out whimper, before nodding poorly. “Wanna’ cum for my princess while she’s ruining my cock.”

“Sounds nice, but I’m not close yet..” you joke, and Jiseok sobs even harder at your words. His cockhead smashing up your cervix repeatedly makes him so woozy he cannot bring whatever’s left of his energy to add anything else.

“Kidding, baby,” you chuckle through a moan. “You can cum now.”

“Really? C-can I?” he asks with a ring of hope in his weak voice.

“Do it, cum for me pretty boy.”

You give in, as your own orgasm creeps up too close, making the stimulation difficult to contain.

Your peaks clashing stuns you both. As you hold tightly on Jiseok for support - one hand over his shoulders, and another around his throat, you use all your energy in riding your climax as hard as possible. You end up releasing a silent scream, while Jiseok on the other hand cries out into your mouth.

“H-holy sh—” his lips tremble vividly. “m’ cummin, I’m cummin’, c-cu—”

You swallow his hitched breaths, his whimpers and a few of his curses, when his head drops down defeated after you release your grip. He gasps for air, while he gets off his high and his mind barely clears up. His entire body sticks from sweat to the chair as it goes completely numb under your seated figure.

You move up to hover over his cock, feeling your mixed juices dripping out of your hole.

“You left so much cum in my pussy, baby.” You caress Jiseok’s cheek and he props his chin up even though he’s not able to look into your eyes yet. “Mmm, you really filled me up.”

“It’s because of you, princess.” He says in a quavering voice. “You turn me on so much.” His lips brush your jawline, giving it a lazy peck.

Jiseok expects to be untied now; to leave the chair and head to bed, but he soon finds out you have other plans when you begin to what feels like fucking his thick cum in and out of you, so excruciatingly.

“W-wait, wait, wait, b-baby… w-what ah—“ he stutters in panick, pulling his wrists apart, but the rope keeps them still.

“Shh, I know you can do better than that, baby.” You groan, holding onto his shoulders, as you bounce up and down in a steady pace, coating your thighs with his warm cum.

“P-please, please, I c-can’t…”

“Just one more,” you shut your eyes, throwing your head back, baffled from how amazing it feels despite cumming two times already.

“Don’t do t-this to me,” Jiseok sighs, and when you open your eyes you see a drop of tear sliding under the blindfold.

He was protesting, but not for long. His cock barely had time to soften, and as you work it in and out of you, it turned into a throbbing hard rock mess.

His angry tip keeps slipping out of you, and every time you use your fingers to push it back, Jiseok sees stars in the pitch black. It takes everything inside him to not burst out crying.

“I know you can give me one more, don’t you feel how hard you are for me..” You grunt, as you lift up, grazing your gummy walls only with his sensitive tip. This instantly makes his body react intensely, and he begins to convulse in the chair, as you keep gliding it in and out.

“I-I, I…” he begins, but cannot find the strength to form a sentence. He struggles to breath normally too, as you suck on his neck at the same time.

“What, baby? Talk to me.” Without removing your lips from his skin, you decide to take the blindfold off after you sense a new pair of tears dripping on your fingers as you cup his face.

Jiseok squeezes his eyes shut, not expecting that at all. After he adjusts to the sudden light you get to look into his dazed eyes, glossy from tears.

He’s amazed to see you’re really actually wearing the shorts you jerked him off with earlier.

“I… u-uhh.. gonna c-cum again..” he attempts to control his sobs, chewing on his trembling lip, that’s now stained with your lipstick too. “Let m-me, p-please..” He whimpers through shuddering breaths.

“Fill me up, sweetheart.”

“O-ohh, sh—“ Jiseok’s mouth hung wide open into a silent cry. His thighs shake uncontrollably, causing you to hold tight, so you don’t fall over.

His voice cracks into multiple tortured whimpers, as this climax hits times harder than the previous one. For a moment he feels like he’s about to pass out, not able to go through the sensation at all. He cries from pleasure while you just sit and watch; and feel yourself get sprayed with new shooting ropes of cum, that are so much they immediately start to spill out.

Jiseok stays still, speechless, unable to utter a word, as his chest rises furiously while he comes back to his senses. Very, very slowly.

You praise him with red kisses all over his face. They glisten from sweat and tears.

“You did so well my pretty boy.”

Jiseok keeps quiet for a while, until he lifts his chin up with a lazy smirk.

“I’ll get you back for this.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[reveluving]

Damn ive never seen you earlier, you write graves just amazing :(

Idk if you are still taking requests but how do you think graves approached his shy gf/wife in the first place? Is he persuasive?

Aww babe!! That is so nice of you to say! 😭 Sorry it took a bit of time ‘cause I admit, I’ve never thought of this, not deeply, at least! Please enjoy ‘cause I know I did 😘💗

Includes: tooth-rotting fluff!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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The possibilities of meeting Graves for the first time are endless, but I have two in mind!

The first scenario is a typical but well-loved meet cute at a café, or a bookstore or better; a book café! With you and him standing in one corner of the counter, waiting for your drinks. Graves has zero problems in offering you a polite smile, only for his amusement to grow when you return the smile, albeit a smaller one, before immediately averting your gaze. 

The barista’s taking a while to make your drinks, so after some time, he thought of just striking up a conversation.

“They’re sure takin’ their sweet time.” Was the first thing he said to you. A lighthearted comment—you would’ve been more worried if he was more gruff about it, and you weren’t even a worker there.

You nod, huffing in amusement while looking at the dishevelled teenager, “They don’t usually take this long.”

Graves nods along and though he asks you some things, such as if you were a regular customer or if you had any recommendations, regardless of whether it was sweet treats or any novels you may have stumbled upon (even if he’s not a fan of reading, he may or may not like the way you slowly yet surely open up with him), he keeps them a bare minimum. He doesn’t want you to feel forced, especially since he began the conversation.

Soon, the barista finally completes your order, but unfortunately, it’s prepared wrongly. 

Yours were hot while Graves was iced. The complete opposite of what you and he asked for.

He was perceptive, seeing you grimace but also ready to just accept whatever was offered, Graves spoke up.

“Excuse me, kid, but I’m pretty sure you got our orders mixed up,” You would’ve panicked if it wasn’t for his cordial approach. Disappointed or not, he had no problem hiding it. And even so, you couldn’t help but feel bad when they heard the dreadful words. They must’ve faced a harsher customer in the past. 

Graves was quick to reassure them, even telling them to take the mistaken orders and share with a colleague, much to your surprise. Of course, you weren’t expecting him to lash out, not right away, at least, but you weren’t blind to his… lifestyle. Just from the way he carried himself, you knew he must be some kind of a ‘man of the hour’. That, and the way he dressed/his items i.e. his laptop bag, phone. 

And yet, you never saw him as one of those unapproachable degenerates. Thinking they were high and mighty, maybe even cause a ruckus and gain some kind of benefit out of it. He was confident, sure, but he could’ve just ignored you the whole time, much like now. 

“Thank you.” You thanked him softly when the barista, with the weight seemingly lifted off their shoulders, went back to make you and Graves’ orders again. 

“It’s no problem. Thought y’might need a little help.” So he did notice. You wanted the floor to swallow you whole for not hiding your emotion better, but something about his smile, his lack of judgement, it didn’t make you feel too bad about it all. 

Plus, you couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t easy on the eye, either.

Bonus if you decide to take a leap and accept his offer of sitting together at the window seat, especially if it’s during the lunch rush! The two of you may become regulars at the café and soon enough, you exchange numbers!

The second scenario is actually part of a mini-series that I’m working on (read: collecting dust), with you being a florist! While I won’t spoil a whole lot, it involves our beloved Shiba Inu. By now, we all know Kai is extremely playful, borderline mischievous if it means being a loving pain in Graves’ ass. 

So, after looking away for a moment, only to find Kai making a mess out of some flower shop owner’s potted flowers, he’s initially more disappointed (but not surprised) than worried. But nothing a little Southern charm and a bit of reimbursement can’t solve. 

That is until he sees you.

And while this revelation wouldn’t leave him to tuck his tail between his legs, I can see him going like ‘oh’, turning away for a second to swear under his breath before putting on his award-winning smile. But in all honesty, there’s a tad bit of guilt in it, especially after he overhears you forgive Kai, who, surprisingly, is whimpering in front of you, despite your soft tone.

Oh, how Graves could never forget your voice. 

Upon approaching you at the front door, he immediately apologizes, and unlike other times where he’s trying to rush the conversation so it could all be said and done, he’s very patient with you, partially praying that you were with him, too. There’s just something so magnetic about you that he doesn’t want the conversation to end so soon. But with your bashfulness, he knows not to overwhelm you either, which was funny, since he never particularly thinks about that with others.

And from there, he has an inkling that you may be one of the few people he’s willing to learn more about while considering his own personality. So, while he doesn’t shy away from showing you his romantic side, and spoils you a whole lot, too, he also lets you know about his more ‘disliked’ personality. On days when you and he are more heart-to-heart with each other, he tells you about the side of him where he has to play offence to be the person that he is. He wants to be as transparent with you as possible, so you won’t catch a ‘whiplash’ with how he treats you versus how he treats others.

Whichever the cases may be, while he is persuasive, knowing that you’re one of a kind, he knows this is something he has to be patient about, and frankly, he’s more than fine with it. If you have a history of bad dating experiences, then you best believe that he’s willing to show you just how much you mean to him, and hopefully, vice versa. Graves isn’t one to think about a committed relationship, mostly because he never found one and with his line of work, it’s a lot to think about, but he is more than willing to adapt to the new changes (and finally spoil ‘the one’) for you.

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[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Bookmark my Heart

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Description: You're not the audiobook type. You much prefer reading over listening to books. It would just be your luck that an audiobook got you into this predicament. His eyes are piercing as you fumble with your phone to mute the volume, his voice blaring from the device.

Warnings: None! (Though I do believe Flirty!Rooster is a warning I should call out.)

Themes: Meet-Cute, Flirting, Coffee, Books, Smut Books

Word Count: 3456

A/N: So, if you all aren't aware, today is the lovely @roosterforme's birthday! I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate Em and all of the amazing things she does more than to write some Rooster for her. Happy Birthday! I hope your day is as wonderful as you are! So without further ado, I'm pleased to present you all with Bookmark my Heart, a fic where Bradley Bradshaw is an audiobook narrator and the reader, nicknamed Paper, runs right into him! All my thanks to @horseshoegirl and @desert-fern for beta-reading this fic and catching all of the places where I've missed commas as well as updating my phrasing!

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You’re not the audiobook type. Something about having someone read the pages, providing inflections and changes of tone to the otherwise inflectionless words tends to kill your imagination. So you much prefer reading over listening to the books you’re in the mood to peruse. It would just be your luck that an audiobook got you into this predicament. His eyes are piercing as you fumble with your phone to mute the volume, his voice blaring from the device. But maybe you should back up a little bit.

It all started, like it usually did for you, with a book. Unlike normally though, you aren’t talking about Keats, Byron, Shelley, or Austen. This time, the book that was your downfall was something you’d usually classify as chick-lit. Not that chick-lit is a bad thing. There are quite a few romance novels which are beautifully written and that you enjoy reading and re-reading. It’s just not normal that a romance novel, something smutty and provocative, would end up being talked about on podcasts and the news. That’s not considering how all of your female colleagues seem to be talking about the very same book. But that’s the other interesting thing. They’re not even discussing the book’s contents. More like they’re discussing the narrator’s voice in the audiobook edition - how deep and smooth and raspy it is.

It hadn’t even been a full day before the curiosity got the better of you and you purchased the book from Kindle Unlimited. It took you the better part of two weeks before you actually screwed up the courage to listen to it though. Maybe you shouldn’t have picked a Saturday morning when you were running errands to listen to the book. In your defense, there was no better time to listen to the book other than a day when you’d be spending quite a long time in the car with nothing else to do. You’d definitely miscalculated. Dear lord, this man’s voice?! It’s deep and raspy, something smooth and dark in how he voices the syllables. It’s the kind of voice you’ve once heard referred to as panty-wetting - an epithet you’ve never understood until now.

The book has you squirming as you walk through the grocery store. There’s sweat dripping down your spine as he talks about something involving fighter jets and the men (and women - you always feel like you have to correct) who fly them. You’d never have thought that flaps and ailerons could ever be that alluring. You have to take a minute as you leave the grocery store, sitting in your car in silence practically heaving just at the way the word “Doll” had dripped off of his lips. Maybe you can buy into the hype a little bit. It’s not often that you find a romance book in the male perspective after all. As far as finding the pilots sexy goes, though, what can you say? You’ve seen Top Gun - both movies - those boys in their dress whites are awfully sexy.

You send a little prayer of thanks to Rooster Bradshaw, whoever he is, for narrating this book. Just his voice has already made your boring Saturday running errands a thousand times better. You don't even mind that you're melting in the San Diego heat without the air conditioning on as you collect yourself. At least there is only one thing you have left to do today. As a reward for finishing up your errands, including odious activities like going to the bank and post office and grocery shopping, you'd vowed to treat yourself with a romp through your favorite bookstore.

Like you mentioned earlier, it all started with a book. What can you say? You're nothing if not predictable. The Breezy Bean is your favorite coffee shop and bookstore. It's a small shop nestled right in the midst of cobblestone streets and overshadowed by apartment buildings on either side. It's always a zoo trying to get parking, but you can't regret the competition for parking when the books are as good as they are and the coffee is even better.

Lara's not at the counter, but her business partner and best friend, Emily is, and you wave at her absentmindedly as you tangle the cord of your headphones around your index finger. The entire shop smells like coffee beans, paper and ink. You could spend forever here, and you're sure you have, at the very least, spent the entire day in the shop before. The shelves tower over your head, creaking under the weight of everything they hold. You're not a woman on a mission today, content to just meander until a cover catches your fancy. The eyes eat first, after all, isn't that what they say? If only you knew how true that statement would be.

The whole time you're listening to the book, tasting the words on your tongue seconds after Rooster says them, teasing the syllables out like you're trying to snatch them from his lips. Is it any wonder that after about four hours of listening to his voice, you're starting to imagine what the main character of the book looks like based on how Rooster sounds? You're only human, after all. It's quiet and dim in the back of the store, the shelves lit only by the small lights shining from the wall sconces. This is your favorite section of the store. There's a squashy green armchair here with a small table, and this is where you usually sit and wile away the hours.

It's rare that anyone ever ventures into this corner of the store. So it's a surprise when you see a man standing right in front of your favorite chair. He's tall and ridiculously handsome, wearing an eye-wateringly bright Hawaiian shirt and slim-fitting jeans. Like everyone in California, he's got Ray-Bans flung into the neckline of his tank top. The truly unique part of his look is the mustache he's carefully cultivated on his upper lip. He’s holding a book in long-fingered hands, lips pursed as he scans the pages, leaning gently against one of the shelves.

You try your best to squeeze past him in the narrow aisle, wondering if Em and Lara have squeezed more shelves back here or if you've just gained weight when it happens — your headphone cord snags on the buttons on his open shirt. You try to untangle it, unsuccessfully, but then your phone falls out of your pocket and rips your headphones right out of the jack.

You were just getting to a good part, something filled with innuendo but not quite at the sex. That's your only silver lining. Because when your phone nosedives to the, thankfully, carpeted floor sans your headphones, the audio keeps playing way too loudly for the hushed environment. To add insult to injury, your phone is closer to him than it is to you, and well, you've embarrassed yourself enough. The last thing you need is to get eye-level with a stranger's dick while your phone is narrating smut in a bookstore.

“Good book?” There's a smile on his face, and you nod timidly as he hands you back your phone. You pause the app and turn the volume all the way down before his words, or well, you should say, the sound of his voice sinks in.

If you weren’t mortified before, you're even more so now. Obviously, your brain does not compute, so your brain-to-mouth filter isn't working as you blurt out, “You're Rooster Bradshaw.”

It doesn’t surprise you at all when he starts laughing - a full body, belly laugh which fills the stacks with the mellifluous sound. If you had any doubts before that you'd run into the Rooster Bradshaw at your favorite coffee shop before (which you didn’t - see your intimate knowledge of his voice from earlier), you wouldn’t have any now. His character had actually laughed not fifteen minutes ago in the book. Well, now what are you supposed to do? You feel hot, embarrassment crawling its way up your throat as you shift your weight back and forth. Rooster's smiling at you as he stands back, lounging against the shelf like he's waiting for you to get your shit together. You'd hate to break it to him, but you don't think that's possible.

“I'm sorry.” You try your best to hide your face because he does not need to see what your facial expressions are doing.

“What do you have to be sorry for?” You shrug a shoulder as you busy yourself by turning around and trying to force yourself to read the titles. “It's not every day I run into pretty girls in my favorite bookstore, listening to me narrate a book about US Naval Aviators.”

Flirting shouldn’t be the thing which puts you at ease in this situation. There really must be something wrong with you. You’ve never done anything like this before. What happened to the girl who would have run away the minute the phone fell? She might not be facing down the sexiest man she’s ever seen, but at least that version of her isn’t at risk of heart palpitations.

“I hate to break it to you, Rooster, but a lot of pretty women are listening to you right now. This book has made its way onto podcasts and PBS. The author herself has been interviewed gushing about your professionalism and how you say the word “aileron.” Despite your mortification, you find yourself mirroring his relaxed position against the shelves. “Though I do have to correct a part of your statement there. What about yoga pants, glasses, and a messy bun makes me pretty? Because I’d call myself a mess.”

“Well, I wouldn’t go so far as to say you’re a mess, pretty girl.” Rooster grins as he tugs the shoulder of your cami up from where it is sliding down your arm. “Don’t you know exactly how devastating you look in those yoga pants?”

You’re left dumbstruck, reeling as he leans even closer to you. All of a sudden, you’re inundated with the scent of his cologne as he crowds into your space, and you’re forced to tip your head up to keep eye contact. Of course, the motion makes your glasses tip on your face, and you can’t lift a hand up to resettle them on your face without brushing up against every inch of the man, nearly squishing you into the shelf. There’s a scant few centimeters between you as you try to string words together.

“What makes you think I don’t know how good these pants make my ass look?” You smirk just a little, screwing up all of your courage to peer up at him. “But really, this outfit is comfortable.”

“Comfortable is not how you’re making me feel, honey.” There’s a heat in his gaze as his voice rasps out the words. “But maybe we can both get a little more comfortable and have a cup of coffee together?” 

Only two people will ever know if your hand strays right over the seam at the front of his jeans as you walk away. “I’d love to, but maybe you need to take a few minutes in seclusion, Mr. Chicken.”

You feel giddy as you walk away because things like this don’t just happen to girls like you. You don’t flirt with men you've just met. And you definitely do not brush over the dicks of men you've just met! The counter is nearly empty as you walk up, and you know Em has clocked onto the fact that your hands are surprisingly empty of books.

“Hiya, Paper!” You roll your eyes only a little. Buy a stack of paperbacks once a week from a bookstore for months, and this is exactly what you’ll be nicknamed. “No books today?”

“Hey, Em. Can I get a latte, please? And whatever the gentleman in the Hawaiian shirt orders is on me.” You grin at the sight of her eyebrows ticking up until they’re nearly in her hair.

“What has our sweet little Paper been doing today, huh?” You shrug just a little, grinning as she hands you your drink. “I’ve been reading, Em!”

“Of course you have!” You’re laughing as you make your way to a table for two in the corner.

You’re smiling outright when Rooster swaggers out of the shelves a few minutes later, and Em clocks the Hawaiian shirt on his broad frame. She’s half drooling when he orders an Americano. As she turns to make his drink, you get the messages in short order.

What the fuck, Paper!

This is the man you’re buying a coffee for?

Damn, girl! I’m going to need all of the details. STAT!

You put the device away only when the chair opposite yours slides out, and Rooster settles in. You'd promised a full detailing of the encounter to Em, and you wouldn't be surprised if Lara interrogates you the next time you see her as well.

“So, obviously, you come here often, then.” He’s smirking as he sips on his coffee.

“Yup!” You’re just as chipper as you blow over the surface of your own mug.

“You come here often enough that one of the owners just threatened me with the loss of my…” He pauses like he’s not sure if he should laugh or cry as he says the words, “...crown jewels…” and grimaces before continuing, “...if I hurt you.”

“She also called you Paper. Why’s that, Honey?”  

You lean forward, feeling just a little more confident as he mirrors your position. “Tit for tat, Bradshaw, if that even is your last name. You tell me something about yourself, I tell you something about myself.”

“Deal?” You stretch your hand out and gasp when he takes it and sets it down to the side of the mugs.

“Deal.”

“I’ll start.” Your faces are inches apart from each other. He's whispering, and you have to lean forward even further so you don't miss a single word. “My name’s Bradley Bradshaw. I didn’t want to use my real name while narrating those books.”

“And Rooster was what you decided on?” His chuckle and yours rise into the air in perfect harmony.

“It was a nickname I got in college. I was always the only guy in the dorm up before 9 A.M.”

You take turns sharing your life stories and quite a few secrets until your coffees are long gone. You find yourself telling him all about how you got your nickname and how you’ve been feeling stuck for the longest time. With Bradley, it doesn’t feel like another boring first date. If it weren’t for the faint hiss of the espresso machine and the clank of mugs and cutlery you wouldn't think there was another person in the room but the two of you. There are butterflies in your stomach, and your entire body shudders when he hooks his ankle around yours and tugs you closer. That point of contact has your blood turning into molten lava in your veins as his hand trails gentle patterns across your upturned palm.

“Hey, Paper?” It takes an inhuman effort to drag your eyes away from the magic Bradley Bradshaw is committing just with your hands in his own.

“Hey, Em.” As you say her name, you realize how dark it is. “The store’s closing, isn’t it?”

“Yup. It actually closed an hour ago. You looked so cute together that I called Lara, and we made an executive decision to let the two of you keep talking for just a bit longer.”

Your face feels extra hot because Em’s looking at you like she’s liable to start laughing at any moment. You don’t want to know what your hair looks like now, not after hours of running your fingers through it. It’s probably even more of a mess than it was when you literally ran into Bradley hours ago. A great first impression, right?

“Let me settle up then, Em.” If your voice is hushed and a little more subdued, it’s because reality and panic are settling in.

“No, sweetheart.” Bradley’s voice is even firmer as he stands up and places a hand on your arm. “Today is on me, I insist.”

You know exactly when Em puts it together, because her eyes widen to a comical degree. She was the biggest reason why you bought the book in the first place. “You’re Rooster Bradshaw!”

For the second time today, you find yourself laughing along with Bradley, though the sounds of his laughter doesn’t put you at ease in quite the same way as it did earlier. Em’s laughing too, and she looks gorgeous in the golden light. At least she’s put together in a way you’re so obviously not. Maybe you should have taken your mother’s well-meant advice when you were younger - dress to impress, for you never know who you’re going to meet. But you haven’t taken that advice, choosing to dress simply and comfortably. It works when you can’t wear any makeup when you work in a laboratory and when all of your nice clothes would be at risk of chemical spills at worst and covered by a lab coat at best. So you walk through life in a swirl of well-worn jeans, tee-shirts, yoga pants, tank tops, camisoles, sneakers and sandals. There are a few dressier items in your closet, but they’re so far in the back that you haven’t worn them in probably a year and a half. Em’s cute outfit and wavy, non-greasy hair probably feel like a breath of fresh air to him. The same goes for the timber of her voice and how she sounds so elegant. 

If you didn't know any better (because you know Em, you do), you'd think that the words the two of them are sharing by the counter now are flirtier than settling up a bill. It doesn’t help the green, envious monster sitting on your shoulder, though. Nor does it help when you run to the restroom and take a look at yourself in the mirror. You look worse than you thought you did. Your face is wan and pale, the bags under your eyes have bags, and your hair is so greasy that it lays limp when you release it from your bun. Your lips are chapped, and fuck, how did you manage to drip coffee onto yourself?! You only drank one cup! What's left to show you that you've made a huge fool of yourself?

Your hands shake as you splash water on your face and put your hair back in its sad bun again. Just a little longer and you'll be home, wallowing in peace at yet another failed potential relationship. At least the water has brought a blush to your cheeks and cleaned the worst of the smudges off your glasses. Bradley probably has Em's phone number by now, right? It's probably best not to get your hopes up too high, else you find yourself falling from a prodigious height.

Instead, you're pleasantly surprised to see him still in the shop.

“Hey!” His face lights up when he sees you, and you're sure your earlier pep-talk about managing your expectations hasn’t worked at all. This is going to hurt. “So, I know talking to a stranger for hours at a coffee shop probably isn't the best first date. So would you maybe want to go on a real one sometime soon?”

“Y-you're serious?” He smiles and hands you his phone, unlocked.

“Put your number in there, Paper.” Your mind's not working at all as you type the ten digits in. 

“Why me?” 

His smile is warm and fond as he takes the phone back, types something and hits send. Your notification tone goes off soon after. 

“It's not every day I run into a pretty girl listening to me reading a romance novel who doesn't fawn all over me once they realize who I am. It's been nice talking to you. I feel like you're the first person in a long time to see Bradley, not Rooster.”

He holds the door open for you, a hand finding its way to the small of your back as he walks you out to your car. He even opens the door for you, a chivalrous action which has your heart flip-flopping in your chest. “Baby doll?”

“Yeah?” He takes advantage of the height difference between you to tip your face up as he feathers a kiss across the apple of your cheek.

“It helps that your ass looks damn good in those yoga pants!” 

You're laughing despite yourself as you drive away. Maybe audiobooks aren't as bad as you think? Or, well, at least their narrators aren't.

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⚠: mentions of smoking and sex (no real smut)

basically just tooth-rutting fluff, not rlly my usual style ik :) tell me if you liked it though

"Kiss me, baby." He demanded sweetly, trying to reach for you again, although you've just kissed and hugged him a second ago.

"James, enough for now. We'll be home soon. We can kiss there. But first we need to go back to the table and say bye to everyone." Your voice was like candy to his ears. So calm and rich of whatever it was, that made you sound so deep and sweet.

"Baby, I'd like to hold you for a while longer, please. Before every man at the dinner table continues to stare at you like you'd be something I would share." He pleases with you while locking eyes and taking your soft hands in his to caress.

You begin to melt already at the look he gives you and for a moment you think about giving in but the thought that all your colleagues and your boss are sitting at the big table just a few feet away brings you back to earth. They may be out of sight right now but not out of mind. Not yours at least.

"I know saturday evenings like this aren't your favourite, but as I said; we only have to be here for a few more minutes. Then I'm all yours. Until then, no touching. All right?" You tell him with a less calmer tone than before.

He always gets needy and overprotective around men that are some kind of important to you. He'd rather lay with you on the bed with you at home, caress your legs as you're reading a book next to him. Going to the balcony to smoke with you at least once a day. Make out after, until you say you're cold and continue inside. Oh he loves it when you let him fuck you on the couch and eat you out right after. Once you're satisfied you kiss him once again with your cherry red lips and go to get some wine for you two.

You often end up watching either twilight, atonement or pride and prejudice while you lay down on his chest and fall asleep eventually. You don't have a clue, but before James let's himself fall into a slumber aswell, he watches you for a few more moments, asking himself how he'd get so lucky.

That's why the weekends where his favourite. So he wasn't happy about swapping his evening alone with you for dinner at a restaurant with people he didn't even really know.

"Yeah, alright. Sorry baby, didn't want to make you upset." He apologised right ahead, letting go of you, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do.

James looked like a kicked puppy and you felt a little bad for refusing his love language, but he was an adult and he'd have the whole sunday with you alone. So your boyfriend could wait a little longer.

"You're not making me upset. I just want us to be presentable. Now let's go, James."

...

You both bid your goodbyes to everyone and after said few minutes, you were walking out of the restaurant, James already claiming your waist while walking beside you.

"Your such a needy little baby." You giggled and ruffled his hair.

"For you I'll always be, doll." He smiled back at you.

"I love you."

Kissing his lips was your favourite thing on earth.

[babygirl-riley]

Part II

Once you and Simon were done at the base you both went home for Simon to properly finish what you started.

A/N: I still can NOT believe that Office Times beat out Bar Nights! Yet here we are, I don’t know how long this series will be BUT I do have plans some angst and some steamy 😈 So stay tuned! If you want to be tagged, I will has a taglist for every part. Just DM me and I will add ya!

simon x reader guide

Ghostly Ruins Parts

Warnings: smut, porn with a plot, mask kink, voice kink, rough to soft, piv, unprotected sex (wrap before we tap kids), f!recieving, m!receiving, simon is literalllllyyy whipped

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The ride home was quiet, you could still feel the desk printed on your thighs. Still thinking about how Simon fucked you to have you moan loud enough for ANYONE to hear. You didn’t know why but you STILL wanted more, your pussy missing the fact that his dick wasn’t in you.

Simon noticed by the way your thighs would rub together. How you would day dream biting your lip. He could read you like a book, besides his skills for watching body language. He has known you for years but just dated you for a year. You both were just colleagues that lead into fuck buddies to lovers. Something he never planned, both of you at least until Simon out of both them claimed his love to you. Could have been pussy whipped or actually did.

Now here you both are, going back to his apartment. Both of your apartment. You looked over at Simon, his mask still on. Usually he kept it on until you both got home unless it was a really tough mission. Ever since you first met him you loved his masks, they were interesting and…inviting. You loved how his eyes are presented, showing his beautiful brown eyes. God how you love biting and kissing his lips through the mask.

Simon glanced at you before looking back at the road. “You like what you see lovie?”

Your face went red and snapped your head forward. Fuck. “I always do Si.”

Simon hummed and placed his hand on your thigh squeezing it once. “Still wanting more I see.”

You chuckled rolling your eyes. “Oh my love I don’t care where we are, I will always want you to take me.”

His grip went harder for a moment before he groaned softly. “Y/n, don’t say those things or we will be in here all night.”

You giggled before you turned your head and leaned close to his ear. “Then let’s hurry home so you can do what you like baby.”

Never have you seen Simon hurry his way home. It isn’t the first however to fuck more than once. If it was a good mission it would be once or twice but a rough one god. You swear it’s all damn night. Rough and never easy. Tonight though you want it rough even if the mission went alright. You imagined everything he could do to you.

Before you knew it you were wrapped around Simon like a koala. Legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck as he slammed you into a wall. He lift his mask up and attacked your lips. You moved your hands underneath his mask and gripped his hair. Both of your tongues fighting for dominance until his grabbed your bottom lip making you whine.

“Fuuuck,” He whispered rutting his hips up into you. “Ya on one tonight.”

You smirked and grabbed both sides of his cheeks to give him a sloppy kiss. He moaned into it as he moved more into the hallway towards your bedroom. He pushed it open with his boot as he threw you into the bed. You giggled while he unbuckled his belt and you throwing your pants and panties off. You sat up as he took his cock out, goood how you love how his cock looks. Girthy and good length.

You licked your lips as he walked slowly to you placing his finger beneath your chin. You were waiting patiently for what was coming next. You felt like a dog for a treat. “Look at ya. Desperate and needy for my cock,” He snaked his hand to the back of your head and gripped then leaned down, capturing your lips before standing back up. “So fucking beautiful. Go ahead dove.”

You moaned and you grabbed the base of his cock before opening your mouth. You spat on it first before licking the long vein that ran along his cock. Simon moaned gripping your hair more. You lapped your tongue around his tip sucking on it lightly. “Fuck,” He whispered trying to force your head to take his dick more. “Don’t teeeease.” He whine.

You smirked and started to take his cock more down your throat. You looked up at him through your eyelashes watching his mouth agape and his head rolled back. You started slowly sucking in your cheeks setting a slow pace. Simon looked down at you eyes lidded, mouth a part. That’s when you went faster made sure his cock would hit the back of your throat to make a gag sound. Silva started to build outside of your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” He said loudly, his thigh twitches as you placed your hands around them to make sure you wouldn’t fall. “Stop-Stop babygirl.” He gripped your hair making you slowly pull off his cock with pop sound.

You wiped your mouth his precum and your saliva mixed. You were gaining your breath back as he picked you up by your arms and pushed you to the bed. “Fucking hell sometimes I forget you can make me cum with just your mouth.” He mumbled climbing on top of you.

“Had to learn for those quickies.” You moaned as he lifted your shirt and sports bra up to play with your tits.

Simon chuckled as he slide his hands down your sides to hook them to your legs. “Wanna get a taste before the grand finale yeah?” He said whispering to your lips before giving them a quick peck.

He slowly started to kiss your neck chest, stomach, both side of your hips then his mouth was over the place you needed him the most. You wiggled your hips and bit your lip. “Now who’s teas…” That’s when his tongue did a long strip up from your hole to your clit.

It made you gasp at first already sent sparks throughout your body. Simon placed both of his hands on your thighs forcing them down. Making sure they stayed in place as he attacked your clit. The sounds of the slurping and sucking made your head spin. You gasped as he started to slip his fingers in. “Fucking hell babes, I can just fit both of ‘em in there.” He mumbled before going back at it.

You were about to make a comment before he started going faster and harder. Scissoring his fingers as they hit that spot you oh so loved. You grabbed his balaclava as you rode his mouth. Panting. Screaming his name. He moaned vibrating your core. “Fuck Simon yes right there!” Your voice went high pitched at the end.

Your legs snapped together as you felt your body to tingle. He went to your clit and sucked hard at that is what did it, you clenched around his fingers as your hips rose a bit. You snapped your eyes shut as stars dotted your vision.

Simon stopped sucking your clit and kissed your thighs. His fingers slowing down as he helped you ride through your orgasm. “Good girl,” He whispered as he pulled his fingers out licking his fingers and climbed more on top. “Good fucking girl.” He kissed your jaw your cheek then hovered over your face.

You opened your eyes and smiled weakly placing your hand on his cheek. “How much I love when you fuck me with this on. But I would love to see your handsome face.” You whispered still catching your breath.

Simon chuckled before ripping the balaclava off of his face. The black paint fading slowly as his face was sweating it off. His hair was in the mess that it always gets from it. You ran your hand down to his chin before forcing him down to kiss you. As he kissed you his hand went to your throat holding it there giving it a small squeeze. You bit his lip making him moan into yours.

You felt his hard member rub against your thigh. You slowly reached your hand to his cock before pumping once. He let go of your lips hissing. “I need ya now.” He whispered feeling you pump one more time.

You helped him guide him to your pussy. You felt his tip being engulfed making you gasp. The stretch starting, god it felt so good, felt like he belonged there. It always stung as his cock kept going in more before it would hit your hilt. Simon started panting once he was all the way in.

He placed his forehead against yours still having his hand against your throat. Simon pulled all the way out before snapping back in. You whined as he did it a couple more times. “Go. Ugh. Faster. Si.” You moaned grabbing the back of his neck.

Simon smirked as he grabbed your hips. “Alright put your legs on my shoulders.” He said positioning himself to be even deeper then he was.

You did as you were told before he started going at an agonizing pace. You cried as you felt him hitting that nice spot once more. You grabbed his arms tightly as he pumped harder. “Fuck y/n you feel…Fuck…so fucking,” He started to pant kissing your ankles trying to gain his thoughts. “So fucking good.”

You couldn’t hold the second orgasm as you tightened around his cock. “Oh fuck Simon!” You screamed, he placed your legs to his sides as he pressed more down into you.

Simon went down to your neck kissing and sucking as you came down your high. He didn’t stop his pace, Simon held one of your legs hitching it up more and his other on the side of your head. You felt tears welling up as your third one was coming along. “Si…christ…keep doing just that baby.” You whispered feeling his cock start to twitch.

That was one clue that he was about to cum. The other one was him panting, fuck even whining at times. “Fuck I love you so much. This pussy…bloody hell…mine all fucking mine.” His voice would hitch as he snapped his hips more into yours.

You wrapped your legs around him and pushed him more in. Simon growled as you started to pant once more. “Fuck Simon!”

Simon felt your pussy clenched around his cock harder then he has felt tonight. Making him squeeze his eyes shut and sloppily pump harder. “Oh fuck! Y/n! Oh fuck!” He bites down on your shoulder trying to hide the moans and groans escaping from him.

Your eyes rolled as you felt his cum start to pump into you. The sounds that were coming from both you and his cum mixing together, was like a symphony. Simon’s hips started to slow down as his moans started to die down. You sighed as both of you panted and sighed.

He didn’t move for a minute as you felt him running his hand up and down your neck. You rubbed his back over his shirt that he was still wearing. “I love you too Simon.” You mumbled feeling weak.

Simon hummed lifting his head to look at you. “Of course you do.” He teased smirking as he moved a piece of hair out of your face. You rolled your eyes as you leaned into his touch. “Come ‘ere.” He whispered moving off of you slowly taking his cock out of you.

You felt your pussy clench around nothing like she was beckoning him to come back. However you followed his lead as he took his shirt off and laid on his side. You snuggled into him with your ass against him, he moved his arm underneath you like a pillow.

“Better get some rest dove, Price expects us at 0600 tomorrow.” He whispered playing with your hair. That’s all you heard as you drifted off into sleep.

[yooils]

lightweight . drunk!isagi x reader. fluff. accidental proposal. short blurb + extremely forced plot.

— ISAGI YOICHI is a lightweight.

it’s a truth acknowledged by everyone close with him, really, with the way he begins his flowery proses after a drink or two– followed by a gradual descent to an emotional wreck; usually accompanied with an abundance of impulsive decisions and a self depreciating monologue of his life.

but in spite of that, he knows how to handle himself 90% of the time. (the remaining 10% is left unmentioned by all, regardless of the copious amounts of black-mail material some of his teammates possess.)

so naturally, the first time you see yoichi have an emotional breakdown in public is during a team get-together! he’s half on his knees with an abnormally flushed complexion; his eyes are starting to water from the reverie he’s found himself in, and his throat is constricted with hiccups. you've been so-called paged by his colleagues– only to find that the emergency they had mentioned afore to be your drunk boyfriend.

“i just want you to know that i love you.” is the first thing that comes out of isagi's mouth when he catches sight of you entering the bar his team had booked for the night.

the collective wolf whistles from his teammates would have portrayed the unfolding scene to be akin to an extremely romantic (read: corny) scene of a movie, if it wasn't for the uncharacteristically delirious look in your boyfriend’s eyes.

“my affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this. i just want you to know that i’m pregnant, and you’re the baby. will you marry me?”

(a few feet away, rin spits out his drink, outraged at the sheer blasphemy of one of his favourite books and movies. nagi's recording next to him, half-asleep yet still giggling at his friend's drunken antics.)

you love yoichi too, you really do– but you have to run through the list of things you love about him just to keep yourself from strangling him to the brink of unconsciousness so he stops talking.

– he's cute. he's only a little bit annoying sometimes. he does the laundry properly. he just confessed that he loved you amidst his drunken stupor even though you've never said it to each other directly before in person– and then proposed to you. and he's hot.

finally forfeiting to his boyish, drunken charms (and having had enough public humiliation for today), you find yourself and your extremely drunk boyfriend in the middle of the parking lot; with you holding him by his coat so he doesn’t escape, and him squirming around with airy sounds of discomfort which you had opted to ignore.

isagi’s leaning in close, breath reeking of alcohol and hands fumbling with his seatbelt clumsily.

“psst.. don’t tell anyone, but i’m gonna marry you one day.”

the pause in the car is deafening.

you furrow your eyebrows. he obliviously leans his cheek against the car window, unbothered by the sheer weight that his words had carried.

“wait, you don’t want other people to find out that you’re going to propose to me, so you tell the person you’re actually proposing to?”

his drunk gasp speaks volumes to you. “oh no, did i say that out loud? am i being kidnapped? where am i? is the world finally ending? but i still haven’t told (name) that i loved them…”

(okay, maybe he’s a little more stupid when he’s drunk, but you’ve grown to become a believer in the concept that drunken words are sober thoughts in the last hour. you hope.)

isagi’s eyes melt into something akin pools of sapphire stones under the lamppost-lit light. it’s been your favourite colour from the moment you met him.

“yoichi, why are you sniffing me?”

you amusedly ask, finding minor entertainment in his actions.

he’s half slumped on you by the time you stop the car by his apartment– and you realise that there’s no way of getting out of your vehicle without damaging 1.) your spine 2.) your arms and 3.) his dignity. (which really is already ruined, objectively, from the amount of second-hand embarrassment you’ve faced tonight.

“don’t wanna leave you.. smells like home..” he almost-incoherently mumbles, and you impulsively have half a mind to keep him forever-intoxicated because of how cute, despite tedious he’s become.

as a relatively simple man, isagi has always been subjected to a desire for more; especially when it came to football.

(but you, he thinks, will always be more than enough for him. and he hopes he’s enough for you too, even in his drunken haze, because he doesn’t want to let you out of his grasps for even a second).

the way you stroke his hair has his mind collapsing into a puddle of melted goo even in the air-conditioned car. you’ve rewritten his brain chemistry to make yourself the only pearl in his universe composed of mostly football, and in every life, he would let you break his heart over and over again.

once you realise that he's stopped his drunken ramblings and fumbling, the panic finally kicks in.

"yoichi, are you sleeping? we're still in the car park! i can't get out with you laid on me!"

(the next morning, he apologises after a much needed hangover pill and a reminder of what happened last night, sent to him in the form of a video by nagi.

you don't tell him that you've already seen the ring in his sock drawer.)

8.12.23

[byizoyas]

sfw ; alhaitham x gn!reader. coffee shop au | alhaitham might be down bad for reader

you look at your left then at your right. few customers are still here; some are talking together and you spot him. he is sitting all alone, a cup of coffee in front of him, one that you brought to him earlier and it seems that he didn’t touch it.

you meet lots of people in one day, serving them and of course you cannot remember every person you hold a casual conversation with.

but him. he is one of a kind you cannot forget. you wouldn’t dare. and you genuinely can’t.

he’s got you obsessed lately because yes, he’s been passing by quite often actually so no wonder you remember him so well.

and well, his appearance is quite unique too. his voice is low in your memories and he always sits on the same spot of the room. next to the bay windows but still away from the front door. since your shift is almost over, and your colleagues all left early, you’re on your own with the few seven people remaining.

you look at them. the atmosphere is super peaceful. everyone is chilling. and that guy; he’s reading the same book over again. he doesn’t even look back at you after you announce the closure is approaching.

but you don’t mind. he seems busy; and focused and well, that makes him attractive to you.

you shake your head, quick to forget about that and instead go to put the chairs on the tables so it’s easier to clean the floors later.

that was one of the reasons you hated so much to do the shutdown but you had no choice.

you look at the watch on your wrist. it’s officially time to close. you stop yourself for a minute.

the customer is still here. you can see his ashes hair from behind the counter. he’s away and you don’t particularly like to speak loud, so you go towards him to inform him that he’s going to have to leave.

‘sir.’ you say. he does not turn around, which you find a bit rude at first so you insist. after a few seconds of being ignored, you eventually lose patience and tap on his shoulder gently, a smile on your lips so you seem less intrusive.

he turns around, taking off an earphone. ‘mh ? what is it ?’

his voice is calm. and low, making him sound super serious. but not only that, his whole routine and habits were kinda giving you the hint so in the end, you’re not really surprised.

your smile grows larger as you tell him to leave. you wouldn’t want to sound rude; it wasn’t your first shutdown where people had stayed so late, but it was a first time talking to him despite him spending so much time here.

‘i see. thank you for the coffee.’ he says, and it almost sounds ironic since he absolutely did not drink a single drop of it. and you can tell by the motif you’ve drawn that is still quite in place.

‘is there something wrong ?’ he asks, looking at you, whose eyes are glued to the full cup resting on the wooden table.

‘no aha, it’s alright, have a nice day sir.’ you reply, walking away towards the kitchen to grab the groom and start with your cleaning task.

he looks at you walking away, his closed book in hand and his jacket in the other.

‘it’s midnight though.’

to that you giggle. spending the day wishing every single customer a lovely day made it become automatic. you rub your face, passing your fingers through your hair.

‘indeed. good night then, sir.’

you’re not sure, but you can almost swear you’ve seen a smile forming on his lips as he speaks again.

‘alhaitham.’

‘mh ?’

he crossed his arms against his visibly muscular chest, blinking a few times. ‘it is my name. since i know yours, you should know mine.’

his remarks make some sense indeed. and you can’t tell if the lack of sleep is the reason you’re confused but you genuinely ask yourself how the hell he could know your names; and you can’t help but asking him.

to your question he only giggles, a slightly mocking smile appears on his usually very composed face.

‘it is written. y/n.’ he points your apron to which a small etiquette with your name is sticked to it.

you rub your face with your two hands, letting go of the broom by the way and the whole scene is embarrassing for you, yet as much as it is, you feel good. tired perhaps. but it is as if the person beside you could see through you and make you feel at ease.

he laughs a bit too and helps you moving a few chairs over the tables. as a customer he’s not supposed to do this, but it was so kind of him you didn’t have the heart to decline his help when he offered it.

‘well, i’m done. goodnight y/n.’

‘good night alhaitham.’

you look at him walking away, biting your lip because you crave to ask if he will be back tomorrow. the moment you just shared was nothing exceptional. but something happened. something that made you want to seek more of him.

‘will i see you tomorrow ?’ you ask him just as he’s about to open the door and take his leave.

you’re surprised at your own boldness. but you have nothing to lose, right ? then why would you stop yourself from asking.

‘who knows ? i don’t particularly like the coffee here.’ he waves goodbye, closing the door behind him, wishing you luck with the end of your shift. and just like that he’s gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

because if he didn’t like your coffee; what reason did he have for coming here everyday ?

[insertdisc5]

The tumblr q&a is over, but I was curious! I love all the different phrases the characters in isat/sasasa:p use--If it's something you can say, where did inspiration for "gems alive" and other phrases come from?

THANK YOU FOR ASKING BECAUSE I GET TO TALK ABOUT WORLDBUILDING AND SWEAR WORDS AND BRANDON SANDERSON

long post ahead

ok so when I was figuring out the world, I found this lecture on worldbuilding by Brandon Sanderson (go watch it, and also go read his books), and (im gonna paraphrase heavily here) one thing he mentioned is that, to make a memorable world, one thing you can do is pick a couple areas of culture, and go real deep with it. So like, pick fashion, and architecture, and interior design, and develop those a bunch, and bam! you convinced people you have a whole dang world, even though you only developed 3 areas of this world. hollow iceberg everyone thinks is a real iceberg.

he also mentioned the idea of like... getting weird with it? and develop based on a weird detail? for example, in his book The Stormlight Archives, one detail is that women have to hide their left hand at all times. ok, so what does that mean, whats taboo about a left hand? is the left hand shameful, or lewd somehow, the same way ankles were for us? what about fashion, what does women's fashion look like? and how do you live your every day life, knowing you can't show this hand, can you carry things the same way? etc

SO, for me, one of the Big Worldbuilding pillars i picked was, uh, swear words lol. or language and common expressions, more generally. i went on a whole journey where i was like... ok swear words in a LOT of languages (including french and english, both languages i speak fluently) are either sexual, or about gross bodily discharges. you know what words i mean!!!!!

and, well, i also didnt want the game to be full of those words, mostly because i think its a tightrope to use those words without seeming cringe, and also because i have a Core Memory of showing a comic to a colleague and she said "well i wouldve liked to show it to my kids, but you said fuck 12 times in there" and i didnt show my face to her for a week. family friendly family friendly family friendly

so what swear words should my characters use, that arent the same ones we use? and could those swear words actually tell us something about the world they live in? could i actually use those swear words... to show the characters come from different cultures???

and what COULD swear words be like, if theyre not about sex or body stuff? well irl they're usually about religions or belief. "oh god", "goddamnit", etc. as a sidenote, stuff like "oh my god" or "geez" arent used, because jesus christ is not canon to the ISAT universe. alright

i decided very early on i wouldnt have those in the game either, but i COULD have them be about the religions specific to this world. and for insults, i could have them be about stuff those beliefs would see as lesser.

anyway instead of talking about "gems alive" lets talk about "crab"

isabeau+mirabelle+bonnie use "crab" as a swear word because they follow a religion all around change, bettering yourself, evolving, and, the crab meme,

for those who dont get the joke, its about carcinisation, and about how a bunch of non-crab-like forms somehow evolved to a crab-like form. which would be horrible, for a religion all based around change!!! you mean we change and evolve, but theres a chance we might all become crabs??? CRAB!!!!!!!

anyway having "crab" kinda reads as 1. swear word 2. thats funny and weird (sets the tone) 3. tells you they know what crabs are (world not that different from ours, AND means they live close-ish to the coast, aka not land locked) and 4. crabs are somehow hated/feared, even if as the player you dont get why, it shows this country has its own culture (even if you dont get the crabs joke, which uuuh apparently doesnt work as well in countries that dont have this specific meme. WHATEVER!!!!)

(a few people came to me saying "heh, i get it, because crab and crap are very similar words" and um actually i did not think about that. crab is just a funny word on its own, and also i am a comedy genius without even trying)

anyway tldr: swear words as a worldbuilding tool. soon in theaters

[lilyinavalley]

Tropical promise 🪷

Sylus x reader Fiction for the Misty Invasion fan art contest 4,248 words

Ao3

CHAPTER I

A call, a message, a letter, also a gift, Sylus used a lot of ways to lure me, usually it was for an auction, sometimes he needed a partner to rely on in tricky “deals”, or maybe, he just wanted to spend some time with me in places thousands of kilometers far from the city.

It was almost the end of summer when I finally managed to get two weeks off, being a hunter was a really fulfilling job, but as a lowly human being I really needed a pause, and also a change of air, so as soon as I decided the destination, I booked everything in advance.

When the last day of work ended I said hello to my fellow hunter colleagues and I sprinted home, excitement was literally expanding from my body, like an aura of some sort. As soon as I crossed the threshold of the house I rushed to the bedroom, opened my wardrobe and started to pull out suitable clothes for the trip. With a sundress in hand I was looking at myself in the mirror when I heard the doorbell ring.  

I wasn’t expecting anyone nor did I order anything, so I had no idea of who it could have been… or maybe I did…

I laid the dress on the bed and jogged until I was in front of the door; I asked who it was but I didn’t receive any answer, so I tried to look through the door peephole and I could only see the empty hallway and my neighbor’s closed door.

“What the hell is going on now?” I whispered in an annoyed tone.

Too curious to leave, I cautiously opened the door, only to find a long black package with a red ribbon laying on the mat, some nail scratches on the top…

“Those really look like something a certain crow would leave, is he a courier now? Hah” I sneered.

With no more hesitation I took the package and put it on the coffee table of the living room, I untied the bow, opened the lid and then I saw “... a machete?”.

The large knife blade was immaculate, shiny and sharpened to perfection, the black sturdy handle was carved with golden sinuous lines, they reminded me of climbing ivy, little rubies adorning it like flowers. As for the material, I really had no idea, I liked weapons, but I wasn’t that passionate about it.

Without wasting any more time I called the real weapon freak.

After only two rings a familiar deep voice came out of my phone.

“Good evening sweetie, I was anxiously waiting for your call”

“Yeah, of course… So Sylus, what is the meaning behind this extremely well crafted and fancy piece of knife?”

“Why do you always think I have ulterior motives? Maybe it’s just a gift, it’s not the first time I gifted you a weapon”; after a short pause he continued.

“You are not wrong this time though… Are you sure you checked all the contents of the box?”.

I furrowed my brows and immediately removed the velvet support of the machete from the box; laying on the bottom there was a handwritten sheet of paper, it just said:

<< 7.30 - Linkon city’s international airport → Manaus international airport

10 days trip - tropical weather, bring suitable clothing

I will think of the rest, we will also use our private jet

-Sylus >>

After reading that a long silence descended, the expression on my face was unreadable.

“Sylus”

“You don’t sound enthusiastic at all, is there something wrong?”. It was almost unperceivable, but you could see a hint of doubt in his words.

“I was literally packing for the trip I planned weeks ago, I have the plane tomorrow morning and I have paid everything else in advance!”

“Oh I see, it’s not a problem, I’ll refund you, give me the accommodation contacts and I’ll take care of everything…” I interrupted him immediately.

“Wait wait wait, hold your tongue, I didn’t say I was okay with this, did I? I was waiting to go and relax on the beach since summer started, you know, laying on a beach lounger with a cocktail in hand, sunbathing, swimming a bit, taking a walk on the shore when it’s not too hot… those kind of things”

“It sounds extremely boring, did you really want to spend two weeks living like a granny?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I need right now”

Sylus continued with a softer voice.

“Did you not enjoy our last outings? In ten days we can do a lot of things, the little gift I gave you will be used, of course, but I don’t want to spoil anything. The choice is yours sweetie, either way I’ll be waiting for you, you already know where to find me.” And the call ended.

I remained still for a minute.

“Who do I want to deceive, there wasn’t a day when I didn’t enjoy my time with you”.

I sighed.

“I guess I’ll have to make some calls” I finally said with a soft smile and a resigned expression.

After changing some of the clothing I already packed, I had dinner and went to sleep.

The day after, I woke up early and went to the airport with a taxi, as soon as I got out of the vehicle I saw currents of people going in and out of the building, in the middle of them there were lovers and families reuniting, it was a literal chaos, it resembled a raging river whose billows crushed against the rock surfacing from the bottom. A messy entangle of feelings.

Suitcase in hand, I went through the crowd, their emotions reached the person they longed to, mine were still in the middle of their search, eyes looking everywhere for him, heart too.

But it didn’t take long, maybe his feelings were searching for me too; in all his imposing height, he was leaning against a pillar, arms crossed, his silver hair adorning his sharp features, crimson eyes scanning the crowd. The people that were passing by couldn’t help but feel intimidated, even if he wasn’t doing anything in particular, his presence emptied the area around him; if the entrance was an impetuous river, the crowd just inside the airport could be described as a compact school of fish that swam madly in a circle, them staying on the circumference and a shark in the center.

As I looked at him in the distance I tried to guess what was going on in his head, what he felt by being avoided like this, was he lonely, pained even?

Suddenly I felt my chest aching, it was like a needle slowly penetrating the tissues of my beating organ; following this new sensation, my hand reached the skin right above my heart, and it vibrated with the rhythm of its pulsations.

I sped up my pace, gaze locked on his stony face, I got closer and closer and the moment he saw me I could see the sudden change of his expression. It happened so fast that if I wasn’t staring at him so intently I would’ve missed it. The pupils of his eyes expanded, eating the red sea in which they were immersed, his eyelids softened and his lips that were previously pouting, raised and opened a little, giving a glimpse of his smile, but nothing more.

When I was just one step away from him, he moved from the pillar and stood completely straight.

With his new height I inclined my head a little higher.

“Were you so sure I would have come?”

He curved his back so that our eyes were on the same level, with his palm facing upwards he gently lifted my hand toward his lips and gave my fingers a single feather light kiss.

“I wasn’t… Sometimes the outcome overweights the risks”

Sylus said while never leaving nor my hand nor my bewitched gaze.

Escaping the trance I suddenly found myself in, I regained possession of my hand and swiftly moved my fingers that were previously embraced by his to his ear, my index finger traced its outline from the helix, then descended slowly to the lobule. Never leaving his crimson eyes I got close to his face, lips barely touching his cheek, hot steady breath tickling his skin; getting even closer, I whispered to his ear.

“Say the truth, you just can’t be without me anymore, can’t you?”

A light scoff reached one of my eardrums.

“Your presence here tells me you are in the same situation though”

My lips curved in a complacent smile and so did his.

He lifted a strand of my hair and gave it a final kiss. After that the tension was broken and our little bubble popped. He stood up.

“Follow me”.

He led me to the by then already familiar jet and we departed.

Machete kept on the bottom of my suitcase, fortunately we didn’t have to pass through the security…

CHAPTER II

The flight seemed to be endless, but I really couldn’t complain at all. In the jet we were the only passengers present, excluding the pilot and the two hostesses that attended to our every caprice.

When we arrived it was already evening, the sky was strangely clear, stars so bright they looked like diamonds; my eyes were inevitably attracted by the pure beauty of its immensity.

Apparently I stayed in a daze a little too long, because Sylus flicked me on my forehead.

“Are you planning to turn into a statue?” he said with his usual ironic tone.

Maybe because of tiredness, or maybe because I was distracted by the night sky, I spoke with sincerity.

“We are nothing but tiny spots in the immensity of the universe, it’s quite terrifying isn’t it?”

Sylus remained strangely quiet, so I continued.

“Even if it’s so scary and mysterious I can’t help but feel this attraction, I wonder why? Is it the charm of the unknown?”

After I asked the last question I moved my gaze towards Sylus and I stared intently in his crimson orbs.

His expression was very peculiar, almost indecipherable, I could distinguish only a tiny shadow of sorrow; but it lasted only for a moment, a sprout of weakness nipped in the bud.

He immediately returned to his usual demeanor.

“I don’t think it’s terrifying, it just makes you understand how little and powerless you are when you are faced by fate”

Without giving me the time to answer, he took my hand and started to walk towards a luxurious car that was parked close to the jet.

“Let’s go sweetie, or you won’t get enough rest for tomorrow”

So I got into the passenger seat and Sylus started the engine, not after long, the exhaustion and the sleepiness took over and I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the morning after in an unfamiliar room, loud noises coming from the open window, a gentle breeze that moved the curtains reached my now well rested body, as my brain started to slowly gain its self awareness, I got up from the bed I was resting on and reached the source of the gentle morning wind.

With the hands on the window ledge I leaned a bit outside.

Right under my room there was a street bustling with life, children playing football on the corner, stalls that sold all kinds of things, from fruit to strange handicrafts, on the sides of the road I could also see many street performers, some played odd shaped guitars, others were doing magic tricks and so on. The festive atmosphere and the happiness coming from the people below enveloped my heart, finally I really felt on holiday.

The sound of a door opening startled me from that joyous bliss, I turned around and found no other than my travel companion, with sunglasses, a Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts on. It was an unusual sight to behold, as he usually wore those dark and imposing clothes, kindred to the role he held in the infamous N109 zone.

With just three strides he was already in front of me.

“Good morning kitten, did you sleep well?”

With the back of his index finger he traced the outline of my face.

“Yes I did, thank you for taking me here, I blacked out as soon as I got into the car”

“No problem, get ready, today’s going to be a busy day… Oh also, bring along my little gift”

And he got out as fast as he entered.

By then I was already fully awake so I got ready really fast. After going to the bathroom and getting dressed, I packed my adventure backpack and secured in the “little gift” Sylus gave me. Fully ready I got out of the room and I found him already waiting for me.

“Took you long enough sweetie, let’s go eat something in the stalls nearby, otherwise you’re not gonna make it with an empty belly”

He said while gently pinching my tummy.

“Yeah yeah let’s go then” and I rushed out of the hotel.

All kinds of exotic smells reached my nostrils, sweet, salty, spicy even, the warmth of the sun embraced my figure, but I didn’t really know where to go; suddenly I felt something on my head, apparently Sylus put on me a white straw hat.

“Take my hand or the crowd will separate us”

So I put one hand in his and the other held the hat steady on my head, scared of losing it in the general chaos.

His large body strode forward, the only thing I could see was his broad back. Thanks to him paving the path in front of us, we arrived at the food stall in no time.

The booth had all kinds of sweets in display, cakes, biscuits and also what appeared to be muffins. Sylus exchanged some words with the smiling middle aged seller, then she put two pieces of everything in a small tray and gave it to him while waving goodbye.

“Aren’t you gonna pay for it?”

“She’s an acquaintance, I helped her with something a long time ago. She really wanted to exchange the favor, even if she didn’t need to”.

“You have connections all around the world huh”

He took a little square shaped cake and brought it to my mouth.

“Try it”

I took a bite and a delicate coconut flavor imbued my mouth. 

“It’s amazing, give me something else”

Sylus looked at me tenderly and gave me the entire tray, we sat on a bench nearby and together we finished all the food.

With the belly finally full I leaned on the backrest, the man next to me had his legs crossed and was looking at me intently with a sly smile.

“Do I have something on my face?”

“Yes, actually you have a bit of sugar powder on your cheek”

Without giving me time to wipe it off, he removed the stain with his thumb, and then licked his finger clean while looking me in the eyes.

“That was smooth Sylus” With an almost invisible red tinge on my cheeks and a playful smile I looked away.

He laughed a little and I jumped up with energy.

“Soo, where are you taking me today?”

“We are going on a little adventure in the rainforest, are you up with it?”

“Well…” I put on a thoughtful expression “It would be a first for me. Is it going to be just the two of us? Don’t we need a guide?”

“I’m the only guide we need sweetie, trust me”

He stood up, put on his fancy sunglasses and started walking towards a narrow road that led off the main street, I followed him straight behind.

At the end of the dark alley there was a bright and spacious parking lot, it was really full, probably because of the high number of tourists of the period. Families and groups of friends were taking their luggage out of their cars, some kids were crying because they couldn’t wait to play in the resorts, others were silently waiting for their parents to finish. In the midst of all that, there was us.

“There are a lot of families here”

I said while taking his hand, a bit surprised by my initiative Sylus was startled for a second. He knew all about my childhood, his though, was still a mystery, the only thing I knew was that he didn’t have a good one either. Whenever I inquired about his past, a dark veil would descend on his expression, and most of the time, in the end, I wouldn’t get anything relevant out of him. 

He squeezed my hand in return.

“Yes, there’s the summer break in schools” 

A faint sense of anguish started to hover around my heart, not too strong, but also not weak enough to not reach my eyes. They say the eyes are the mirror of the soul, and that must be true, because as soon as that gloomy feeling occupied my mind he patted my head.

“Don’t worry, our future little ones won’t suffer the same fate as us”.

And every negative feeling faded away.

“What are you talking about!” I gave his arm a little nudge and laughed the tension away.

“Here we are, this is what will accompany us on our little adventure”

In front of me a brand new black cross-country vehicle, and also a proud man leaning on its hood.

I raised my eyebrows and took off my backpack to put it in the backseats.

“Let’s not waste any more time then”.

CHAPTER III

The road to the rainforest wasn’t long nor boring.

When we departed Sylus turned on the radio and we did a bit of karaoke together, so his singing alone made the trip hilarious.

After just 15 minutes every human trace disappeared from the scenery, only tropical plants and trees on the view. From the rolled down car window the wind ruffled my hair and the air that filled my lungs was cleaner than ever, the remoteness of the city could already be felt.

Not too long after, we reached our destination, Sylus parked the car in a plain grassy area and we hopped off the vehicle.

“Are we just going in?” I said while looking at the block of leaves in front of us.

“Yes, but we’re here for a reason, around this area there’s a place I want to show you”.

After saying this he swiftly removed the machete in my backpack and walked towards the tropical plants leaves.

“Wait a second!” I stopped his swing by holding his shirt. “Should I be particularly careful about certain dangerous animals? Like snakes, felines …” I got interrupted immediately.

“You are a hunter sweetie, and I have a pretty useful long distance Evol… are you maybe  scared?” He said while sneering.

“You know what, nevermind, you’re right, let’s go”

So the man before me cleared the area in front of us with rapid machete swings, and in no time we were immersed in the rainforest.

We could hear animal sound coming from afar, and every now and then we could hear the rustling of leaves of the vegetation near us, probably little mammals or amphibians were the cause; even so, all this disturbances didn’t make Sylus hesitate for a second, he was really focused on finding the way to the place he wanted to take me. 

While going on and on the environment started to become more and more wild, the humidity seemed to rise at every step and sweat covered every inch of my body.

“Hey, how long until we arrive? You didn’t stop for a second and I’m all sweaty here”

The man stopped his movements and turned around. His face was also covered in salty droplets and his silvery strands were stuck to his forehead.

“You stopped me on time, the destination is right behind this wall of lianas, I’ll give you the honor”

And he gave me the machete.

Curiosity took the better of me and with some swings I quickly opened the path ahead.

What appeared before my eyes was in complete opposition to the landscape seen until that moment, there was a large circular body of water, a little waterfall on the far end and colorful parrots flying.

Utter awe was displayed on my face.

“How did you find this place?”

“A man has its secrets… and another pair of eyes”

Mephisto cawed from the sky and descended on Sylus’ shoulder.

After giving him a little scratch on the head, the black mechanical bird flew on one of the tree branches where the parrots were resting, the tropical animals were weirded out by him, but instead of flying away, they stayed to study him.

While I was distracted looking at the birds I heard a rustling noise extremely close to me, so I turned around and I found Sylus with only his underwear on.

“Sylus, what the hell are you doing?” I screamed, I was shocked by the sudden view.

“I’m going for a swim, I’m too sweaty and hot, strip off and come with me”

“Are you serious? Isn’t it extremely dangerous, there might be alligators on the bottom!”

I said while being genuinely worried about the possible dangers lurking in the water.

“Don’t worry, there is no longer a single harmful thing in this pond, I wiped it clean”

So I looked intently at the surface of the water, and only then I noticed the thin black fog hovering over the entire area.

“Oh, I see”

Without waiting for me the man had already soaked his legs, the water reached his knees.

“Okay, okay I’m coming, wait for me!”

I quickly removed my clothes and I remained in my underwear too. I slowly dipped my feet in the crystal clear water. Sylus said the truth, no living being could be seen, nor on the surface nor on the bottom, only rocks and algae tickled my feet soles.

Seeing the man with his back facing me a few steps ahead, suddenly gave rise to a naughty urge within my body; so after taking a little jog to give the push, I jumped on top of Sylus.

The surprise attack succeeded, and together we fell completely into the deep water.

Air bubbles and distorted colors took over my view; after the bubbles disappeared on the surface I could clearly see Sylus pouty expression in front of my face, happy to have pulled a prank on him I started to smile. Probably softened by my expression he got closer and pulled me in his arms, my hands squeezed his shoulders for stability.

And in this position we floated to the surface. 

Water dripped down from our hair to our shoulders and it returned where it belonged to. 

Our chests were glued to each other, we were at the same level, the Archimedes’ principle helping the cause.

Sylus’ hand slowly moved from my back to my under tight, leaving goosebumps all over the path they traced.

Our hearts were beating together, with every second that passed the pulses increased in frequency in a beautiful crescendo.

And at last, our eyes interlocked, his fiery rubies were burning, his flame bore into my orbs and burned every inch of my soul.

I moved one hand from his shoulder to his cheek and with my thumb I caressed his cheekbone with circular movements.

The affectionate nature of this gesture made his passion subside, now only vulnerability and tenderness transpired from his eyes.

“Sylus, I want to tell you something, but please, don’t say anything until I’m finished”

I said resolutely while still caressing him gently.

He looked at me and gave me a look of tacit consent.

“I don’t know anything about your past, but I just wanted you to know this”

The vision I had when I retrieved the aether core still vivid in my head, pain and sufferance plunged my heart, there was so much blood that I couldn’t even distinguish where the ground started; in front of me a creature similar to a demon, a sword stuck in its chest, the handle in my hand and an inhuman one holding mine in place.

“It doesn’t matter what happened in the past, the causes of the scars that lie invisible on your body…” I traced the line that divided his pectorals with the hand that was still resting on his shoulder “and what you really are”.

“Even if you say that in the past you were a monster scarier than a wanderer, I accept you. My heart always seeks yours, and I decided to trust it”. 

“Even if fate is against you?” Sylus said in a melancholic tone.

“Even if fate is against me”

The passion in his eyes reignited its flame, but this time instead of being burnt I decided to match his heat, so I took the initiative.

I captured his lips in a sweet but steady kiss, I didn’t want him to take the upper hand, not this time. This exchange was my seal to our promise. And Sylus accepted it with vigor.

The shadow of our intertwined limbs was trembling in the uneven surface of the body of water, but remained whole nonetheless. 

A lot was still unsaid between us, but for the first time, in that little paradise far from everybody, our hearts finally found each other.

End

[maskofthetragedy]

Dressed Up.

//uh very very brief mentions of alcohol//

other than that expect more content soon real not clickbait

more news at 11

Enjoy.

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You grumbled, attempting to tear off the fancy necktie you had bought the other day on the way to the spider’s room. Sure, you had decided to give dating a try, even after the terrible track record that was your love life. But hey, at least this guy seemed different, right?

Oh, how very wrong you were.

This royal jackass had decided to leave you waiting in the dining area of a nice restaurant, prepaid by you of course, so it ended up with you drinking some very ill booze. The alcohol wasn’t refined to your tastes, as most liquor isn’t, but hell… you paid for this and you were damn well gonna enjoy it.

At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

After an embarrassingly long time of waiting and being told to leave, your feet seemed to move on their own accord, quickly dragging your slightly dazed mind out of the room. Now, with that whole ordeal out of the way and checking your phone to yell at the dumbfuck who just ruined your day, you had come to the realization that he had ditched you.

Well, shoot dang.

And of course the weather was gloomy on the walk back, but you were grateful that it didn't start to fucking rain on the way home - or well, the shared residence between a Queen and her goons. 

Underground. In a cave system. 

Because that was the agreement.

When you had learned of your colleague getting turned into a literal demon, you were shocked at first, as anyone should be. But, there was the spark of empathy and concern for your friend. If you could call him that, which was still very debatable. The two of you had mutual respect for each other, and at times you two had talked and been vulnerable, that was usually after plenty of sleep deprivation though. Anyway, the point is that you can still go rant to him about your not so good day, and he would probably take your side in this situation. Just hope and pray that he’s not working ‘overtime’, in a cranky mood, or something else entirely.

The makeshift door to his room is closed, as usual, and you knock three times.

“You may enter.” His voice sounds a bit tired, and you reconsider disturbing him with your rather unfortunate experience. But you’ve already knocked and he’ll probably get more pissed if you just leave without saying anything after that.

And so you enter the dimly lit room, making sure to close the door behind you.

“Uh, hey man.” You mumble out, suddenly feeling very self conscious about your fancy as fuck clothes. Because normally, you’d stick to casual attire, but you had wanted to seem better put together for this guy.

The demon raises an eyebrow when he finally turns his swivel chair around, giving you a look of both intrigue and confusion.

“Well, what’s the occasion? Is someone getting married?” He asks, setting down the printed circuit assembly he had been messing with back on his workbench.

“Well, no. I might’ve gone on a date.” 

He chuckles, pointing a pen at you and your shattered dignity. “Dressed like that? Really, I mean you look nice, but isn’t it a bit much?” 

You huff, going to sit down on the floor next to Syntax and continue retailing the events of today. “It was a fancier establishment, mind you. But I was stood up by the dickhead.” 

He just nods, going back to his electronics. The odor of the soldering iron is there, indicating that he had been and was still working. 

“Mm. That’s unfortunate. But continue, if you will? I have a feeling that’s not all.” 

You roll your eyes, mumbling quietly. You’re not upset, but just annoyed that he’s able to read you this easily. Or maybe you’re just an open book, you’ll probably never know unless you ask with him about it. Which is something you’d rather not ask the technician since he one referred to you as a 'bright neon billboard' rather than the usual book in that analogy. “Yeah. I tried messaging or calling, but when I looked on my phone, I couldn’t find his contact info on anything. It’s like he just disappeared.” 

Syntax sighs, glancing over at you sitting on the floor next to him. The sight to him is quite silly, you in such formal wear,  yet still choosing to rest on the ground. “Just don’t let Hunt know or see you like this, he’ll never stop bullying you.” 

You chuckle, but nod anyway, it’s quite true that he wasn’t too fond of you. But then again that spider wasn’t fond of anyone, well, besides the Queen. Then you speak up again, replying to his words with something other than a movement. “Yeah, yeah you’re right. But c’mon, that man bullies everyone. He’s a straight up menace.”

The demon laughs, though it’s more like those airy ones where you just exhale quickly, yet everyone calls it a laugh. He doesn’t turn the chair again though, just focusing on connecting wires and doing what he does best.

Computer hardware.

“True, but you do look nice. I’ve never seen you so dressed up before, and the man that stood you up must either not have good taste, or he’s just plain… idiotic.” Syntax muters out, turning off the soldering iron, seemingly finished with whatever he was doing.

You’re slightly surprised at his words, but you still smile at the… compliment? You’re assuming that was a compliment. Eh, it doesn’t matter, he’s being nice. “Yeah, I guess so.” You’re unsure of how to respond, but you say something anyway.

“You finished?” A small question is asked, your curiosity not being able to contain itself.

“Hm? Oh, yes. I’ve completed the work load for today,” Syntax replies to your inquiry.

You nod and give the technician a thumbs up, looking at him from the floor even though he’s not facing you. There’s a small pause, where you’re a bit unsure of how to further continue the conversation. So instead, you look around his quarters. For the first time noticing a small radio sitting in the corner, it plays some quiet music from a station.

You can’t really pick up on the beat, or the lyrics for that matter, but Syntax seems to enjoy it either way. Then, you just start to wonder what exactly this technician meant by his previous words. And soon enough, you’ve already come up with a mental theory board filled with red string and notes.

“Are you going to continue to daydream, or are you going to accompany me for coffee?”

You snap out of those thoughts, noticing that he’s standing now, his eyebrow raised while he was watching you mumble and staring at the radio for… only the gods know how long.

“Oh, yeah. Okay, okay, I’m getting up-” However a quick glance at your techy watch, courtesy of Syntax, would tell you that it’s already really late. Like, nearing ten PM late. 

“It’s dark out,” Your voice speaks, a hint of confusion growing there too.

“Yes, and? You expect me to go out in broad daylight?” He mutters, revealing to you that he doesn’t mean a trip to the group’s kitchen area. 

He means going outside.

And then, you remember how you look. The fancy clothing that currently adorns you, you think its amusing now, but some small part of you is still concerned about the thoughts of others. The spider seems to read your expression too well, so a plan comes to form in his mind.

“Well, if you’re nervous about something so… insignificant. Then, I guess I have no choice but to assist you.”

You’re immediately lost as to what this means. Syntax just ends up walking a few steps closer to you, looking you dead in the eyes, and in the most monotone and bemused filled voice goes:

“You look decent, and anyone who says otherwise is delusional, now stop fretting. But if you don’t… I will be needing your credit card without your supervision. My caffeine is very necessary, and I won’t hesitate to spend your savings for such a purpose,” He gives you a smirk, seemingly satisfied with how your eyes widen and your words don’t seem to be wording at all.

“Fine, fine. I’ll come with you to fuel your addiction,” You mumble, trying to ignore the slight heat on your face.

“Exellent. Now, should I call Hunt as well? Maybe he’ll have some other words of encouragement about your attire, hm?”

“Oh, fuck off.” 

He laughs, the sound just as cocky as he is. But he does hold the door open for you, allowing you to exit his room. Well, it’s time for some caffeine and spending some of your cash on this dickwad.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

hii! it's me again🌷🌷

well, this night i had a dream where supervillain broke into the heroes lair and killed everyone but hero managed to escape and went to villain's house and it was like that "i didnt know where else to go" trope y'know, could you pretty please write something about this?? only if you want ofc!!!

hope you're doing well and happy birthdayyyyyy you're amazing!! <3<3

“I’m fine, I swear,” the hero said, eyebrows knit together. Aggravated, unfocused. The villain read them like an open book.

“You have just lived through a traumatic experience. You’re anything but fine,” the villain said. They stared down at the tea they had made for their nemesis. Sweet. The hero preferred sweet drinks. Would talk about coffee as if it was poison.

Smoothly, they let their eyes wander to the hero’s hand. Steady.

Hm.

They were trained incredibly well which shouldn’t have surprised the villain — heroes could be the coldest people on earth. Methodical, intelligent, calm. Who else could be capable of such a job?

A job that forced them fight others, payed them to be perfect, demanded to be obedient. No wonder most of them were just as fucked up as the villains they were fighting against.

“I’m a hero. My life consists of trauma,” they snapped but there was more to their usually cold tone.

“Ah, that’s why you’re so unpleasant.” The hero shot them an evil glare but stayed quiet. Without any other complaints, they picked up the cup of tea and drank slowly, carefully.

It was horrifying from what the villain had heard. In the middle of the night, the supervillain had attacked the lair, killing everyone but the hero. They weren’t wounded — thank god — but the villain knew they would have to deal with several symptoms of stress very soon.

The hero hadn’t been prepared to lose all their friends, despite the cold mask they put on, they had colleagues they got along with rather well. People they cared about. People worth protecting.

The villain exhaled audibly.

As of right now, the villain was the only one left for the hero and even though they were on opposite ends, had other values and morals, the villain saw how truly hurt the hero was. For a long time, the hero had had this little part in them that dipped them in darkness every now and then. And every time the villain noticed (they couldn’t deny it at this point) they pushed them to the light again.

They knew what hatred did to a person.

“When I was young,” the villain said, “like five years old, my mentors would lock me up in a tiny room with a body.”

The hero stared at them, eyes widened, horror reflecting. They nearly choked on their tea.

“What?”

“They locked me up with a dead body. Three times a week, maybe? I’d forgotten it, actually. Until I looked through my own file a few months ago.”

“Didn’t you kill your mentors?”

“I did,” the villain said. They let themselves fall onto the lavish couch as their own eyes bored into the red carpet under their feet. “I buried that for a long time. Made my performance suck.”

The hero stared into their drink. Bait swallowed.

Manipulation was something the villain found useful. Whether it was for their own secret goals or to simply destroy each other — it was an intriguing tool in their arsenal.

The story was true but the intention behind could’ve been considered cruel. Opening themselves to the hero, being vulnerable was a very important step towards gaining someone’s trust.

They felt bad and truly despicable but if they got the hero to talk about it, if they had the chance to find someone to trust, then maybe the villain could find peace on their own.

All the damage they had done wouldn’t be forgotten by one good deed. But helping the hero could make them feel a little more…human again.

“I’m not forcing you to tell me anything,” the villain said. “But carrying around all this stuff on your own doesn’t make you a better hero.”

It was sad to the villain that ambition was most likely to be this hero’s downfall.

[ka1yo]

ALHAITHAM HEADCANNONS . . sfw, some nsfw.

gn reader, little ooc.

SFW . . colleagues / friends at first !

alhaitham will occasionally talk to you, whether its about meetings or expeditions. maybe its because your tolerable towards him, or maybe its because he'd rather speak to you then kaveh. he usually spends his days in the library or recording meetings, but if not he's usually out inspecting ruins and such.

alhaitham knows when you're in a bad mood, since he prefers traveling with you over traveling with kaveh. he will leave you alone, since he is only seeking out information or asking you to go out on adventures together. if you seem to feel extremely upset, he will notice and try to soothe you somehow.

after somehow befriending him, he will spend more time around you, but if on a adventure with others, he will try to find more private times with you just for company. he despises crowds more then everything, so if you conduct a large group, he will decline the offer and try to persuade you to either only take him or to bring a smaller group.

when working, he tends to be more serious, and doesn't bring up things that are not related to work. when not working, he tends to make more jokes, but is also a little flirty. he loves history, so for his birthday you always get him history books or take him on a 'date' to the desert to explore ruins.

SFW . . lovers !?

as lovers, alhaitham will want to spend more time with you. he commonly sneaks you out of work for some hugs and cuddles, and it is usually noticed by others. when the group meets up (kaveh, alhaitham, cyno, tighnari.) it is common for teasing to happen among the group, especially around you and alhaitham.

alhaitham's love language is physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time. he usually lurks in the library, which causes him to loose touch to interactions sometimes. but now, instead of creeping around the library for books, you invite him over for tea, cuddles, and more.

always going out to the desert to study ruins, he bring you along for fun. he seems to find the best presents for you too, whether its a rukkhadevata mushroom, or a beautifully drawn picture of a sacred ibis.

he loves playing with your hair, and especially lines braiding small braids in between strands. to repay his favor, you always give him a small kiss on his cheek, which he gets flustered over. you loves teasing him, especially when he tries to pretend its nothing and looks away.

you're a flirty type, and always likes touching the right places at the wrong times. he will get very flustered, especially when he's reading. he doesn't mind though, he loves the way your hands trail over his abs.

NSFW . . fantasies and seggs !

he is slightly on the larger side, with a length of 7 in. veiny, and very sensitive.

he is a dom and switch, but you usually take control as a power bottom. he's not a fan of penetration (both ways), but he can settle for fingering you if you really want to. you will edge him until his whines turn into whimpers and begs, and then when he cums, it will be loads. he loves thigh fucking, especially dragging it and teasing you with small praises.

he has big tiddies. they're pierced, and very sensitive to touch. he loves having them rubbed, and even if hes not close to cumming, some precum will leak out of his tip.

he gets jealous easily, and will let you know with either drawing hearts right above your sex, or taking out his frustration when you're alone. he takes out his frustration with an aggressive blowjob, and a sloppy thigh fuck that can leave you on edge. he also loves to edge you for days, whether if its something you said or did that made him pissed off.

ok horny fucks im done

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