#-and no kiss- I just couldn't find the source for it. (is it true?) so I compromised and put the novelization instead

[the20thangel]

The Vow

Summary: Request: I was wondering if you could write something with Benji and Targaryen reader. She's like the apple of her parent's eye and nervous about marrying Benji and if he would be good to her. And loyal, like she's very scared that he would go and have bastards or mistress. She doesn't want an unhappy marriage. She's very insecure, and Benji reassures her that he will worship the ground she walks on and she will be the only one he ever beds.

word count: 1.9K

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As you stood before the mirror, your fingers fidgeted with the rings, a nervous habit inherited from your mother. You gazed at your reflection, a vision of beauty. Your luscious white hair was elegantly pulled into a loose bun, with a few strands delicately framing your round face. Your eyes, a mesmerizing shade of lilac, were accentuated with light makeup that made them stand out. You were adorned in a stunning, vibrant red gown with golden accents. Despite the maids' admiring sighs, you couldn't muster any excitement. 

 On the day of your wedding, your nerves were in a frenzy. Despite your parents' attempts to reassure you, you couldn’t shake off the worry. You knew little about the man you were about to marry. Lord Benjicot Blackwood, the young lord who fought bravely alongside his aunt Black Aly and Lord Cregan Stark during the war. You knew your mother owed her throne to them, and in gratitude, she had betrothed you to him. But all you heard were stories of Bloody Ben, a monster on the battlefield, and armies trembling at the lad's name. The weight of this uncertainty was a heavy burden on your heart. 

You were shocked when you heard the stories and the news of your betrothal. You couldn’t understand how your parents could ever give your hand to someone described like that. Then your father, King-Consort Daemon, explained to everyone in the public how he was known as the Rouge Prince, but they didn’t know his true self. He asked you if you believed in all the stories spread about him, which you vehemently denied. Your father was brash and rude when he talked to his enemies, but he was a protective dragon to his family, making sure his family was happy and safe. Your father smiled and said, then do not believe everything about Benjioct. Speaking in favor of the raven lord. You nodded, saying how you would try. 

Now, you weren’t worried about him being cruel. No, you were worried about him being unfaithful. Dragons, like your family, don’t do well when people try to steal things belonging to them. You were the same, and you worried that Benjicot would only see your marriage as a duty. Finding happiness, pleasure, and companionship in the arms of another. This fear of an unhappy marriage, of not being able to handle such a betrayal, was something that kept you awake at night, a constant source of anxiety. 

As your maids and handmaidens finished, your mother, Queen Rhaenyra, walked in. Gracing you with her beautiful smile, she walked behind you, embracing you as she kissed your cheek chastly. Holding you close to her made you smile and close your eyes in contentment. Your bond with your mother was stronger than any of your siblings. She could know your millions of thoughts from one glance at your face, so she held you tight to her, giving you the comfort you desperately wanted. 

“He’s a good lad, my sweet girl. Honorable, fierce, and just. He would rather feed himself to your dragon than betray you.” she whispered, trying to erase your fears. 

As you nodded, you didn’t know if you were a way to assure her or yourself into believing the statement. You wanted to believe in your parents' statements, but you were still worried. You hardly knew this man, and in a few minutes, you would be his wife. You would not only be a Princess but the new lady of House Blackwood. The pressure was building inside of you. As you finished readying yourself, a servant came in, letting the Queen and Princess know that the wolf's hour had arrived and it was time to start the wedding. 

Taking a deep breath, you wrap your arm around your mother’s arms as the two walk into Godswood, where the ceremony will be taking place. Today was a more intimate ceremony, since House Blackwood followed the ways of the First Men and Old gods. Your family decided to honor the Blackwoods by having a ceremony in the old ways, marrying infront of a hearttree. 

As you walked down the corridors to reach Godswood, your family slowly started coming together, each holding a torch to light the way. Once entering Godswood stood your future husband, bringing you a first surprise. Instead of wearing red and black, his house colors. Benjicot Blackwood stood infront of the hearttree wearing pure black with gold accents, completing your dress beautifully. As the Blackwood members turned to the Targaryen family, they couldn’t help but gasp at the sight, power, and beauty of the Valryians. 

Your family took the other side of the aisle while you and your father, Daemon, waited for the signal from Cregan Stark, who would officiate the ceremony. Once you saw the slight nod from the wolf lord, your father took your arm, giving your hand a light squeeze as you both began your trek down the aisle, meeting your betrothed in the middle. 

“ Who comes before the Old Gods this night?” 

Daemon straightened himself, presenting the daunting regal Targaryen he is; Princess (Name) of the House Targaryen comes here to be wed. A woman grown trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods.” 

Cregan nodded as he turned to Benjicot, who grinned at his beautiful bride. “ Who comes to claim her?” 

Benjicot inhaled as he stared at his future wife and good father, “Benjicot Blackwood, of House Blackwood, lord to Raventree Hall. 

“Who gives her?” asked Cregan, looking at both a Daemon and Rhaenyra. 

“Daemon Targaryen, Her father and King- Consort of the seven kingdoms of House Targaryen of Old Valyria, ” proudly stated Daemon. 

You smiled slightly, turning to look at your future husband. He was quite handsome and lean, but you can see the outline of muscles around his body. Benjicot noticed your staring and gave you a smirking grin, causing your face to heat up. 

Your staring is broken by Cregan asking you, “Name, do you take this man?” 

You gulped, feeling the nerves coming back. Glancing behind him, you saw how intently House Blackwood stared at you, causing the nerves to worsen. Benjicot, noticing this, frowned slightly. He knew his family could be intense and wished that he could glare to ease them back. You took a shaky breath, smiling wryly at Cregan first before turning to Benjioct, reaching out with your hand as you stated. 

 “I take this man.” 

Benjicot reached to take your hand, giving it a slight kiss, gracing you with a warm smile as Cregan asked the the Targaryen princess and Raven lord to kneel. Then asking for the group to stay silent for a few minutes for prayer.  As you and Benjicot kneeled in front of the hearttree, you stared at the crying face, asking the Old gods to please bless her marriage, that Benjicot remained loyal to her and her only. After a few minutes, the couple stood as Aly Blackwood stepped forward, providing the marriage cloak. Benjicot removed your maiden cloak passing it off, before he took the marriage cloak, cloaking you with the proud Blackwood sigil of the weirwood tree and ravens. As Benjicot stood infront of his beautiful wife, he took your face into his hands, caressing your reach as he leaned in. Kissing you with sweetness and softly sealing their union in the eyes of the Old gods. 

As the rest of both Blackwood and Targaryen families went back inside, Benjicot held your hand firm, singling you to stay. Tensing, you turned to your husband, trying your best to give him your best smile. 

Benjicot smiled, kissing your cheek, trying to ease your tension, “I was hoping that we could speak before heading inside, my princess.” 

You nodded, biting your bottom lip, wondering what he might want to speak about. 

Benjicot stared at you, trying to memorize your beauty under the moon light, his breath being constantly taken away. 

“I know our wedding came as a surprise to you and so quickly…we might not know each other, but I’m hoping this coming moon, we take the time to understand each other and what we expect from this marriage.” 

You froze, was this it? Was he going to tell you now that he was going to have a mistress in the marriage?

Benjicot seeing your demeanor, quickly comforted you. 

“No, sweet girl, I meant that I want this marriage to bring you happiness just like I feel.” 

These words confused you; tilting your head, you asked, “What do you mean, my lord?” 

Grinning, he brought a hand to your cheek, “Ever since I saw you during the war, I have been taken by you. You are beautiful and cunning. Your sharp wit and fearless dragon-riding skills made me admire you from afar. When your mother made the betrothal between us, I felt immense joy at the chance you be married to you. Alas, though, seeing your tension and nervousness around these past few days, I fear the rumors about me have made you weary of me.”  

You quickly shook your head. Taking his other hand and holding it close to your chest, you defended yourself. 

“No, my lord, I- the rumors are just that, rumors; my mother and father assured me that you are an honorable, dutiful, wonderful young man. I believe my parents would never agree to our marriage if you were not kind and respectful. I…” 

You paused, unsure how to go on the way to ask..command..plead for him to always stay loyal in your marriage, no bastards, no mistresses. Benjicot, seeing you hesitate again, placed his forehead on yours and took you into his arms. This caused you to gasp, having such an intimate gesture.

“Go ahead and ask my princess; I shall not get offended,” Ben requested, staring at your beautiful eyes. 

As you, too, stared at his stormy eyes, you saw the softness in them, “I- I only have one request, my lord, which I feel will make this marriage a truly happy one. I ask that you always stay loyal to me and our marriage. That you forsake the thought of mistresses.” 

Ben smiled at you, leaning down to place a kiss quickly before whispering for your ears only. 

“That is an easy promise. No other woman can ever compare to you, my beautiful dragon-riding wife. I would rather feed myself to all of your family’s dragons than ever think of betraying you. I will stay with you entirely until my last days, living with you, respecting you, comforting you, and fighting for you. I swear this on the old gods and new and the fourteen flames…So much I promise this, it was meant as a surprise but I want you to believe in my vow fully. I ask your parents that tomorrow we have a Valyrian ceremony, blood-bonding us together. Like your dragons usually bond one rider at a time and mate with one mate forever, I want to bind myself to you. That I may become yours forever.” 

As he finished his vows, he studied your shocked face. Hearing his vow to you made your heart beat faster, and you finally allowed happiness to bloom in your chest. Giggling, you leaned up to kiss him, wrapping your arms around your husband. Benjicot smiled into your kiss, continuing to kiss you a few minutes more before you stepped back a bit, staring at his eyes as you reached to trace the scar on his lip. You made your vow to him.

“I vow to love you and only you, Benjicot Blackwood, until the end of my days. I want to be blood-bonded with you.”

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Pairing: Kyōraku Shunsui x Wife!reader.

Rating: Mature.

Warnings: Angst, couple fighting...

Word Count: 850.

Summary: You find about the very thing Shunsui doesn't want you to know about.

“How dare you!”

You catch your husband in the grand library of the First Squad quarters. His back is hunched forward, head bending over the book he's reading.

While you're simmering with anger, he lets out an elongated sigh that's weighed with burden. You can see that as Shunsui glances over at you from his spot. You almost feel bad for him. Well, you do. But after you heard from a reliable source what's been on the table with Central 46 and him, rage soused in your body. You didn't want to believe, but here he is, not saying a single word to deny it.

“So you have heard…” Shunsui says, raising his head up from the book, casting his away for a moment, “Words do travel fast from Central 46. Beats me.”

“Is it true?” Your voice weakens in implorement. Just say no, please, you think. But when he doesn't answer you push it, “Shun, please, tell me it's not true.”

He sighs again, he spent the past hours contemplating over how he should deliver you the news. Although he saw this coming, he couldn't conceal the waver in his tone, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. It is true.”

The sight of tears well up in your eyes stabs him in his chest. With a blink of an eye, you feel his warmth enshrouds you, his large arms encircle you into his hold, and you lean into his chest out of habit.

“He killed my father, Shun…” You sniffle softly, “How could you do that?”

A painful twang sears through his heart. You've never been mad at him until now. He'll have this as a stigma for the rest of his life. He kisses the crown of your head to console you.

“I know, baby, I know…” He tries to comfort you, patting your back with his gentle hand, “I’m sorry I have to put you through this. But we need Aizen Sōsuke to win.”

You wince at the mention of your father's killer. You're a daughter of a member of the former Central 46 before Aizen massacred them all.

You shake your head relentlessly, “We don't!”

“My love, please, try to understand—”

“We don't need that rogue kinslayer.” You say stubbornly.

He sighs again. There's no way convincing you with reason, is there? Reluctantly, Shunsui wears the new Head Captain of The Gotei Thirteen's mask.

“It’s my job to ensure our victory, my love,” He grimaces at his own tone, he never spoke to you as such, “I’m terribly sorry, but the Central 46 has already given me their blessing to embark on unsealing him.”

You push him away, your body already yearns to his warmth around it again. Shunsui has always been your rock, your home. It goes against your nature to push him away like that. But he left you with no choice; the fact your father's killer will be breathing the same air as you thanks to your husband's efforts sends to the edge. Rage, frustration, and disappointment overwhelm you, and you cry harder. You wish you were a shinigami like your husband, maybe in that case he wouldn't be needing that bastard's help.

You glance up at him, your hand is flat on his bare chest. You can feel it, there's a change in his reiatsu. Something alien in his chest. Your eyes widen in realisation. 

Your voice is wary. “Kyōraku Shunsui—”

His hands swipe up on your shoulders, “I need your blessing, wife.” He smiles ruefully, “I can't go against the enemy knowing my beautiful wife is angry with me.”

Your lips crack into a small smile through your tears. “Shunsui you can't fool me with words. I'm your wife.”

He smiles sadly, “I can't, can I?”

You flick your thumb to his chest and ease away the glamour that hides the X mark on his chest. Your heart wrings. 

“What did you do?” You sniffle again, stroking the mark softly with your hands, “Why are you so gluttonous for punishment?”

“I’m not eager to see him either, believe me,” Shunsui chuckles humourlessly, “One must always be on their full guard when it involves Aizen Sōsuke.”

“What if… what if…” He kills you too, you wanted to say, but instead, “What if he harms you?” You reason, “You’re the Head Captain now, the Gotei Thirteen can't afford to lose another one.”

“It must be me, my love.” He sighs, “It was my idea…” Please, do not hate me.

Your tears pour down your cheeks, “Shunsui… I lost my lord father. I don't want to lose my lord husband too.”

“You won't. I promise.” He says, patting your head.

You both hear a knock on the library's door.

“Pardon me, Head Captain,” A member of the onmitsukidō is bowing at the entrance, “But it is time.”

You hug your husband, burying your face in his chest, “Please, don't leave me…” Your cries are muffled by his skin.

He leans in and kisses the top of your head, “I’ll be back in no time, I promise.”

Then, along with that soldier, he disappears from the library. Leaving you with a broken promise, and an honourable lie.

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[writeroutoftime]

true love's kiss

pairing: azriel x reader

summary: when azriel is hit with a powerful poison what - or who - will be able to save him?

warnings: talks of death, angst

words: 2.8k (buckle up)

a/n: my first azriel story and I'm so excited!! this idea just popped in my head the other day, and I ran with it lol. it was so much fun to write, so I hope you have just as much fun reading it!

(p.s. requests are open if you'd like to send anything in!)

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Without warning, your heart began to pump furiously and an uneasy feeling settled over your body. Your muscles tensed up, as if preparing for an attack, and only moments later, you noticed Feyre's glazed over eyes widened in fear. Lunch suddenly postponed, she shot to her feet and ran towards the living room while you, Mor, and Amren quickly trailed behind. 

Before you even stepped foot in the room, your suspicions were confirmed as the scent of blood and fear smacked you in the face. There was a brief space of time in which you mourned for the anguish Feyre would feel over an injured Rhys. However, the image of Rhys and Cass heaving an unconscious Azriel onto the couch suddenly seared itself into your mind. 

"What happened?" you whispered the words over the commotion, though it rang out loud and clear to the Inner Circle despite its wobble. 

"We were ambushed in Windhaven." Cass explained while Rhys reached into the void to call for Madja. "Az's side was struck with a sword, but it must have been laced with poison. One second he was standing behind me, and the next thing I knew, he let out a shout before collapsing almost immediately." 

Tears lined your eyes at the thought, and the pain didn't register when you dropped to the ground beside Azirel, hands hovering over his body. The dark swirl of shadows that nearly obscured him from view parted for you, allowing you access to their master. 

"Oh, Azriel." you breathed out, only distinguishable to you and his shadows. The later wisping gently around your face, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. You leaned into the gesture, wishing it was Azriel's palm against your skin. 

Suddenly, you felt strong arms pull your shoulders away from Azriel as Madja stepped in and took your place, her gaze instantly drawn to his wound. Meanwhile, your family stepped back in fear. Rhys held Feyre tight in his grasp, and Cassian offered you and Mor each a comforting hand.

The only sounds for the next few minutes were Madja's grunts and huffs as she did her best to treat the injury. You couldn't help but cringe into Cass' side as her hands turned a dark-red, tinted from the blood that should have long ago clotted. It felt like an eternity before the healer turned around to face all of you, her face worn. 

"I've done what I can to stabilize him, but the sword that struck our Shadowsinger was indeed laced with a poison I have yet to see. Unfortunately, it still seems to be working his way through his system. I can't say for certain how much time he has, but I will work swiftly to find an answer." she explained solemnly, taking in the pained expressions of you and your friends. "All I do know is whatever the cure ends up being, it needs to be a strong source of magic. I'm sorry I can't offer better news."

Rhys was the first to break through the stunned silence. "Thank you, Madja. C-can we move him somewhere more comfortable?" 

The healer nodded before taking her leave. In her stead, all of you gaped in shock before Rhys and Cass worked together to move Azriel to a bed where they thought he would be more comfortable. Once they got him settled, you pulled a chair up, next to his bed, a stack of thick, dusty books beside you. If there was nothing you could do at the moment, by the cauldron you would at least help Madja research a cure. 

When your focus couldn't get past the first few sentences on a page, you shut the book with a sigh and furiously wiped at your eyes. The tears wouldn't stop, no matter what you did. Carefully, you reached out and interlaced your hand with one of Azriel's, placing a soft kiss against the marred skin. 

"Please, please wake up, Azriel." you whispered into the room. "I don't know what we'd do - what I'd do - without you." you told him, praying to the Mother and anyone else listening to heal your best friend. 

As day bled into night, Rhys and Cass came into the room, trying to relieve you even just for an hour. They tempted you with food, rest, or even just a moment alone, but you refused. How could you leave Azriel alone in his moment of need? Eventually they got the hint, and slowly, the rest of your family began to take up residence in the room alongside you.

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"How can there be nothing on this subject?" you shouted, tossing the book to the floor with a loud thump. 

The rest of the Night Court looked up at your outburst, their own eyes red and bleary from the hours and hours of research. It had been three days since Madja first examined Azriel, and even the experienced healer was coming up empty. With every hour that passed, you felt the hope in your soul drain even further.  

"There has to be an answer somewhere." Cass placated, stretching out his wings from where he sat. "Someone has to have used this poison before." 

"That doesn't mean they had to write the antidote down, boy." Amren spoke cooly from her spot, ignoring your pointed glare. 

"What is it, Feyre?" Rhys asked, taking note of her trance like state. She shook her head slightly at her mate before turning her attention to the rest of the group. 

"Well...I was just thinking. Madja said whatever the cure ends up being will have to be powerful, but maybe we've been thinking about this too literally. Maybe it's not an answer that can be found in a book. What has been a powerful motivator for all of us over the years? Was even the answer to end Amarantha's reign?" she asked, the group shuddered at the mention of the name of that devil. "Love." 

You stared at your High Lady, head titled to the side. "Okay, but how is that going to help us now? It's not like any of us don't love Azriel." 

"And it's not exactly a position we can give him." Mor chimed in. 

Feyre reached out a tattooed hand and grasped Rhys' hand. "Or maybe it is." she countered. "I don't know about here in the Night Court, but haven't you ever heard fairytales? True love conquering all with a kiss, and all that?"  

"Do you think it would really work?" you ask, your tone warm and face full of light for the first time in days. 

All eyes fell to Rhys and Ameren for guidance. The two shared a look, silently communicating their opinions on the matter, but it was Rhys who spoke first. "I've never heard of an instance of true love's kiss being the answer, but since when have we been known to do anything traditionally?" he said with a small grin, inspiring a soft chuckle in the room. 

"Well," Cass dragged out. "I would try, but I don't think Az would appreciate me waking him up with a kiss." 

You rolled your eyes at the general, before considering the impact of his words. "Doesn't that leave us with a problem? Azriel hasn't found his mate, so we're still stuck and unable to break though." A small pang shot through you at the idea of Azriel's mated to an unknown female, but you quickly tamped that down. This was a matter of life or death. 

All eyes of the Inner Circle turned to face you. Looks of disbelief, amusement, and even understanding from Rhys, came your way. You caved in on yourself, suddenly feeling your cheeks heat under the scrutiny. This was not the time for their games. 

"What?" 

Mor spoke your name, gently, as her hand reached out to grasp yours. "Do we really need to spell it out?" she asked in your silence. 

"Spell what out?"

Amren, having had enough of the tiptoeing, finally spat it out. "That you're in love with the Shadowsinger, and have been for decades. If anyone in this room has the power to break this curse, it's you." 

A laugh bubbled up and out of your throat at her words, born out of sheer nerves that shot through your body. "N-no, no. I am not in love with Azriel. I mean, yes, I care for him - of course I do! I love him the way I love all of you. I'd do anything to help, but I really don't think this is going to work." you stuttered and stumbled over your words, bashful from the accusation. 

"We've all seen the way you look at each other, y/n." Feyre spoke gently, her eyes soft and she stared at you. "I think you love Azriel a bit differently than the rest of us." 

Her words brought tears to your eyes. Yes, you were in love with your best friend - how cliche. It had been that way for decades, but you never had the courage to speak up and say anything to him. And now, all these feelings were being dredged up in such a tense situation. What if it wasn't enough? What if you weren't enough to save him? 

"Okay, fine, you've caught me." you conceded, throwing your hands up in the air as your voice grew thick and heavy once more. "Is that what you want me to say? That I've been in love with Azriel for years, and it's killed me to just stay by his side as just a friend?" a defensive anger rose in your body as you looked at each member of your family. "But you're forgetting an important piece to this puzzle. Just because I'm in love with Azriel, doesn't mean I'm his true love." 

With that, you ran out of the room, collapsing against the wall in the hallway. You tried to take deep, steady breaths to calm your breathing, but it did little to help the situation. A few minutes later, you heard soft footsteps come up to your side, and Mor pulled you into a giant hug. The two of you stayed in silence for a few moments, grateful for the anchor she acted as in the moment. 

"I know that was a lot to throw on you, and for you to have to admit to us." she spoke, softly and cautiously. "And nobody judges you for how you feel or how you're reacting." 

"I'm so scared." you confessed. "W-what if I try and it doesn't work?" 

Mor looks at you with a gentle smile. "What if you try and it does work?" she countered. "I think you underestimate the extent of Azriel's feelings for you. And, if, Mother forbid, it doesn't work, then we'll figure something else out." 

Her words gave you a sense of comfort and the courage to wipe your tears and walk back towards Az's room. Before you stepped back in, you gave Mor's hand a grateful squeeze then rolled your shoulders back. 

All talking ceased as you walked back in, and you knew your family had to have been discussing what to do if you didn't agree with their plan. But this was Azriel's life on the line, and you would do anything to protect it. Even if that meant having your feelings revealed, or rejected. 

"Okay, let's try this." you told the Inner Circle, calmly and with conviction you tried to convince yourself you had. "But, all of you are waiting outside." 

There were no laughs or jokes at your expense, which surprised you, especially coming from Cassian. Instead, they all nodded their heads and solemnly and filed outside to wait. On his way out, Cassian squeezed your shoulder and nodded. 

"Bring him back to us." he whispered, board line pleading with you to save his brother's life. 

When it was just you and Azriel alone in the room, you took a deep breath and crossed the space until you knelt before his bed. You took the moment to study his features. His hazel eyes, normally full of life and mischief, now were shut off from you. His skin looked more swallow and the rise and fall of his chest seemed to slow with each breath that passed. Even the presence of his shadows seemed dimmer as Azriel's life slowly drained before your eyes. 

With a shaky hand, you reached out to brush away soft tendrils of hair that had fallen into Azriel's face. "Can you hear me, Az?"

The air was heavy as you waited a response that never came. 

"We all miss you so much. I miss you - my best friend. I-I know it's not fair of me to ask, but just keep holding on, keep fighting. Please." you whispered, leaning down to rest your forehead against his body, gathering your courage. "Look, Feyre has this crazy theory about what could save you. It's uh, true love's kiss." 

Again, no response. 

"This was not the way I expected to tell you, not that I thought I'd tell you if I'm being honest. But even though I don't want to jeopardize our friendship, I'd rather have you alive and never speak to me again than gone forever. So, here it goes." you took a deep breath. "I love you Azriel, I think I always have. You are so good and kind, and the kind of male I've dreamed about for years. I-it's okay if you don't feel the same," you forced yourself to say. "but I thought you should know given our situation."

Not sure what else to say, you took one more look at the male in front of you, placed a gentle kiss against his cheek, and then dipped your head down to meet his lips. They were chapped against your own after a few days without enough water. Az's normal smell of cedar and mist was faint, but still there, and comforted you as it surrounded your senses. 

You poured as much love and hope into the kiss as possible before slowly pulling away, falling to sit on your legs. The next few seconds that passed seemed to stretch for hours, waiting for a sign, a movement, anything. Just as you were about to sag and give up hope, a loud gasp sounded next to you and Azriel's frame jolted up. 

"Azriel!" you shouted, watching as the color returned to his face and his eyes darted around the room. 

Those hazel eyes finally landed on your frame, and Azriel quirked a small, albeit, sleepy smile at you. "y/n." he whispered, holding out a hand. 

Wasting no time, you grasped onto the anchor for dear life, and the tears immediately began to pour down your face. "I can't believe you're awake. Oh, I was so scared for you Azriel. How are you feeling? Are you in pain? We have to get Madja and the other's here. I'll go-" you rambled, before being cutting off my Azriel. 

"Hey, hey, calm down." he soothed, pulling you up onto the bed, flush against him. "I feel fine, considering I was just on the brink of death." he chuckled. 

"Don't make jokes like that." you swatted at his chest. "We almost lost you." 

"Yeah, but you saved me." he said, looking down at you in awe. 

Suddenly bashful again, you began to stutter. "Oh, no, I didn't do much. It was all Feyre's idea, and we all were here helping to research." 

"But Rhys and Cass weren't the one's to bring me back with a kiss." he said, and you felt as though your entire body was on fire at Azriel's words. 

"Y-you heard all that?" 

"I did." he nodded, nuzzling his nose against your neck. "And, I can't believe it took us until now to say anything, but I love you, y/n." he admitted, turning your face so you stared into his eyes. 

As the words left Azriel's lips, both of your gasped. This time, however, it wasn't because of a sleeping curse, but because of the taught, golden thread you felt connecting your soul to Azriel's. Your mind swirled with a thousand thoughts, but the loudest one was "mate, mate, mate." 

You stared at the male before you in awe, and Azriel grinned. "My mate. My knight in shining armor." he teased, then leaned down to capture your lips once more. 

This time, the kiss sent butterflies to your stomach and you revealed in the feeling of Azriel's strong arms around your body. His kiss was long and unhurried, as though you had all the time in the world to explore. And as you kissed him back, you found yourself giddy at the thought of the rest of your immortal life with Azriel.

It was only when the doors had been thrown open and the rest of your family came stumbling in did you and Azriel pull apart. The two of you looked at each other, then busted out laughing at the shocked faces of your family. 

"It worked!" 

"You're awake." 

"The two of you are mates?!" 

Their voices all overlapped, and you felt Az sigh against you, hugging you close. Yes, your family was a lot, but they meant well. And now, you could live happily ever after. 

oOoOo

a/n: ahh, I'm pretty impressed by how quickly this went from an idea to a story! kinda feel like I rushed the end, but oh well! hope you enjoyed!

[tinwe-the-local-assassin]

Hide & Seek

“Are you sad, Uncle nolo?”

Nolofinwë jumped despite himself, before looking around for the source of the squeaky voice belonging to one tiny elfling with silver hair.

The prince sighed and massaged his aching eyes before managing a smile.

“Tyelko…no, pitya. I'm just…thinking.”

“Thinking about sad things?”

Nolofinwë wasn't sure what he was expecting. Certainly shouldn't have been entertaining the idea of Tyelkormo giving up so easily. The child was too curious for his own good.

“Some, yes.”

Tyelkormo’s lips pouted, and his faint, silvery white brows drew together in a thoughtful frown. It took everything in Nolofinwë’s power to not scoop him up in his arms and give him a hug.

Both he and Findekáno were in that age when they insisted to be treated like grown ups, but while Findekáno still accepted hugs and affection with grace, he doubted he would have the same luck with Tyelkormo.

Instead, he patted his lap gently and Tyelkormo, after looking around and finding no other comfortable place in that deserted hallway of his Haru’s palace, empty of any seats but the chair he himself occupied, came forward and climbed up his lap with some effort. Nolofinwë was not stupid enough to think about offering any assistance.

They sat like that for a while, watching the reflection of Laurelin’s light on the great pond in the western garden. 

Until Tyelkormo, having sat still for too long, started fidgeting, throwing him careful glances with the same frowning face. Until he could not bear the silence any longer.

“Did what Atya said earlier make you sad?”

Nolofinwë froze in his place, not daring to look down and meet the eyes of a child.

How Tyelkormo had come to hear their conversation? True, it was not anything Fëanáro would think twice about before saying it in front of children, but Nolofinwë found it uncomfortable.

And it was not something he had not heard before, either.

You're not my brother, and no son of my father. Stop calling me that, Indis Son. I don't need to be your charity case. I have all the family I need.

But for some reason, today was one of those days that his heart decided to allow itself to feel the hurt. And by his luck, his little nephew was also privy to the hurtful words and his own broken heart.

“You were not supposed to hear that, Tyelkormo.”

He allowed so sternness to cloud his voice, and he felt Tyelkormo’s nervous shifting.

“I…Finno and I were playing hide and seek. I didn't want to eavesdrop. I know it's not something a good elfling does.”

Nolofinwë couldn't help but smile.

“No. It's not. And what should you do now, sweet one?”

Tyelkormo’s hand fell on his, where it rested protectively over the child's waist.

“I'm sorry, Uncle. Will you forgive me?”

Nolofinwë looked down to find huge blue eyes staring at him, shame and guilt evident, but there was some hope also.

He kissed his head, and if Tyelkormo was mad, then he could deal with it.

“Forgiven and forgotten.”

Relief washed over Tyelkormo's face, and he grinned and hugged his middle as much as his small arms could reach.

Nolofinwë returned it, and just like that, his pain was forgotten, even if for a little while.

Tyelkormo raised his head all of a sudden, his eyes nervous and he quickly looked away when his eyes found him. He clearly had something to say, but wasn't sure if he was allowed to.

People often called him a brat and inconsiderate, but if not blinded with anger, the child knew when to say what, and when he couldn't.

“You have something to say. Say it, my boy. I won't be mad.”

Tyelkormo’s gaze found his quickly, not any less nervous, but definitely more confident. He nodded, nonetheless, and what exited his mouth was a welcoming surprise.

“Atya lies. He wants brothers. No, he needs brothers! Being a big brother is great! And Curvo also loves me like you love Atya. I think…I think he's saying that because he feels like being mean, and you're the one closest to him. I do that sometimes, but I always apologize, because I don't want Káno or Moryo to be sad because of me.”

Nolofinwë’s jaw hung open, and despite himself, he could feel his eyes swimming with tears he had refused to shed until then.

Tyelkormo's proud smile fell when he saw that, and a look of immense guilt overcame him. He could see the child's lip starting to tremble slightly, frustration at himself bringing tears to his eyes.

But before he could, Nolofinwë’s arms tightened around him in an embrace, so that his face was buried in his stomach. He couldn't bear to look at him.

“Why Moryo? And Kano? Why not Nelyafinwë? Or even Curvo?”

He found himself asking before he could think. He didn't know why it mattered, and his mouth seemed to have a mind of its own.

Tyelkormo took a minute to respond, and when he did, his voice came out muffled, but with stuttering or hesitation.

“Because…they get mad. And they get sad, so I know they care.”

They get sad…so I know they care.

Arafinwë cared not for their eldest brother’s affection. He did not insist on calling Fëanáro brother. He was just as proud as their mother. He didn't beg.

Not like Nolofinwë did.

They get sad…so I know they care.

Curious how the answer to years of pain and heartache came from the mouth of a child barely out of toddlerhood. But maybe it should not have been so, for what is their disagreements and arguments but two brothers butting heads and scuffling like mere children?

“Tyelko! I'm gonna get you! And then your candies will be all mine!”

Findekáno giggled loudly from across the hallway, still out of sight.

Tyelkormo tensed and started struggling to get out of his arms, and Nolofinwë let him. He slid down his lap, held a finger to his lips to silence him, and disappeared down the other end of the hall like a silver tornado.

Nolofinwë sat there, unmoving but for the fond smile growing on his lips.

Findekáno did not take long to appear, small, bare feet soundless against the carpeted floor.

His eyes lit up the moment he saw him, and he bounded towards him with sweet giggles and wide arms, ready for a hug, and how could Nolofinwë deny him?

His son was scooped up in his arms easily, his slight figure disappearing amidst his own long and stuffy robes.

“Atya! Have you seen Tyelko? I've been seeking for hours! I can't keep seeking!”

He exclaimed loudly, and if Nolofinwë strained his ears, he was sure he hear the squeaky giggles of another child, hiding somewhere down the hallway.

Nolofinwë grinned, and held a finger to his lips.

“Can't say. It wouldn't be fair now, would it? I believe in you. Go find him and get your ransom, son!”

And he set him on his feet again, and sent him away with a pat to his back. Findekáno pouted at first but seeing his serious face, determination replaced his sour expression and with a small wave of his hand, he was gone.

And Nolofinwë sat there, no longer solemn but full of hope he had not felt in a long time.

Fëanáro could hide behind his fake hatred and disgust as long as he wanted, and Nolofinwë was going to keep seeking for his love, until he found it.

[newkatzkafe2023]

So I had an idea. Inspired by Elden Ring's St. Trina- HEAR ME OUT! PLEASE! You don't have to know much about the lore cause I honestly won't mind. Just gonna give some basics. So, for genderbend. Male y/n is, like, a deity of sleep. So he can go into dreams, to soothe nightmares, make them good dreams, soothe troubled minds this way. He could also make people fall asleep with mist and things like that. He's, like, the true embodiment of compassion. In the real world, he's almost constantly sleeping. When awake, he's in that cute, half-asleep state, constant cuddles and things like that. So, one night, he enters the Monkey Queens' dreams. Soothes any nightmares, and just talks to them, sings lullabies. (free therapy!) This happens multiple nights in a row. The Monkey Queens are so charmed by this, that they try to find out where y/n is outside the world of dreams. And when they do find y/n, they just snatch him up like: "You're mine now sweetheart 😤" (courtnap of the sleep deity XD)

Sweet Dreams SleepHearts😴🥰

(Lmk Wukong) She was so under your spell from the very beginning that you treated her with such care of her. You entered her nightmare one night and found her crying, so you dispelled the nightmare that tortured her. She would lay her head on your chest as you offer comfort and love, and after everything that happened to her for centuries you were a source of joy and happiness for her. Your love lullaby songs that would bring a blush and tears to her eyes and face, but you would wipe her tears away gently at cooing her. She felt deeper and deeper into your sleepy love spells, she just had to have you. So when she woke up she immediately went to find you, wanting you as her immortal husband. A month and many sleep dates later, she found you asleep in your nimbus where she courtnapped you. Your hers now sleepheart🥰

(MKR Wukong) It was love at first dream for her, as you destroyed the horrible nightmares that plague her in her sleep. You were so kind and Compassionate always there when she needs you, and every night was the same. Your lullaby like love songs and sweet touches and cuddles, wiping away the tears she didn't know she had in her eyes. Wukong was under your spell and couldn't go to sleep enough, it was your sleepy first kiss is when she made the decision to courtnap you for herself. During the journey when she had free time she would go to look for you, and she found you napping at the temple, her master prayed in. So she secretly took you with her, and made you her sleepy loving husband Her wonderful sleepheart.

(HIB Wukong) She's never been so relaxed ever since she saw you. You've been nothing but kind and caring of her. You would sing softly to her whenever she's in a really dark state and cuddle her close to you, offering nothing but comfort and support. You became her whole dream world as you came into her dreams every night to offer a sacred kiss. You would shower her with compliments of her beauty and then one night you told her you loved her, is when Wukong promised to find you in person. The next morning she had pigsy babysit and looked for you, and after a few weeks she found you in the next village over. She gently woke you up, seeing your tired smile made her chirp and bought you right home.

(NR Wukong) Her nightmares quickly became wet dreams when you got in her head. She would have occasional nightmares, but that's when you always come in. You would enter her dreams and dispelle the nasty dreams, Serenading her with beautiful lullabies and dreams cuddles full of comfort. She's always waiting for you in her dreams as you took good care of her, but one particular night the exchange was soon heated with you on top of her making her moan and scream your name until the crack of dawn. After waking up hot and ready in her bed after that especially wild and Intense dream she needed to take you home😉😏 So with her every connection she found that you sleep in the slums of the city and she was quick to courtnap you home. Her little sleepheart🥰

(Netflix Wukong) you've been singing lullabies to her whenever she had a especially nasty nightmares. In her dreams you would come down and safe her from the scary monsters, and you would comfort her and wipe her tears away. You would cuddle her and kiss her neck and face Giving her your endless affection, filling the loneliness in her very being. Wukong was quick to grow obsessed with you as you bring her love and company in her time alone, not Judgment and scolding just your sweet sweet love and patience from you. Wukong woke up in bliss and she Realize she wanted you forever. So she began her search to find you, wanting to courtnap you before someone gets wise and a month later found you sleeping soundly by the waters. She took her little sleepheart right back home with her.

(BMW Wukong) She refuses to admit that she has nightmares, I mean she knows their not real so why should she be stress and afraid for?? Though that was until she was suffering from a particular dream where she was back in that mountain alone, vulnerable and afraid Trying so hard not to cry until you came into her dreams. Suddenly her cold harsh prison became a soft comfortable cloud, she saw your pretty sleepy face for the first time and she was floored. Every night with a sexy lullaby and a dream message from you relaxing and biting her lips under your gentle touches. Wukong fell in love with you hard, you offer nothing but care, comfort, and support also warm comfortable cuddles. Wukong couldn't get enough of you and your visits which is when she made a choice, she prepared herself to courtnap you and join her in holy matrimony. She found you a week later sleeping in a tree by a river, so she took you her little sleepheart right home to flower fruit mountain.

(Destined one) She met you in her dreams one night at first she thought you weren't real, but when she would find you in her sleep at some point She felt there was something different about you. The Destined one would hear nothing but lullabies in her sleep as you would sing softly in her ears, and helping her relax with cuddles. The Destined one would whisper to her aunt Bajie about the monkey sleep deity men of her literal dreams, she fell deeper and deeper under your spell her wanting you to herself. As you continued to visit her in her dreams with your handsome sleepy face, she made a choice to go and find you in person. She found you a few weeks later napping on your nimbus by a peach tree, after lightly kissing your lips, she took you right along with her. Her brand new sleepheart she couldn't wait to show Auntie Bajie.

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[dead-boys-club]

†  deserving : various.

❥ scenario: 'i don't deserve you.' ❥ no triggers; not rated. just shittily written. ❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get. yes, i switch between names. ❥ this was a request ❥ included: izuku, bakugo, kirishima, shinso, hawks, dabi, shigraki, toga.

izuku would be a little taken aback at first and then concerned, maybe confused. upon hearing the words, he'd have to take a second to figure out how to approach it.

reaching out, izuku gently collected the hands of his lover, eyes full of determination. 'why.. would you think that?' he asks softly, the concern evident in his tone. 'you mean everything to me.. i couldn't even begin to think of a life without you. you're perfect.'

'deserving..' he mumbled the world, shaking his head a tiny bit. 'what even.. makes a person deserving to be with another?'

pulling them into his arms, something he hoped would be comforting, he whispered; 'we are partners, we're supposed to support each other and.. and, i think it's silly to think you could be deserving. if anything, you deserve the world.. happiness and i'm here for you, to remind you of that every single day. hopefully for the rest of our lives.'

he's going to be agitated right off the bat, kind of pissed off that you'd think of yourself in such a way. however, he would feel a wave of protectiveness and like it was his job to make sure you didn't have those thoughts. he knew being with him could be rough but he never expected to fail so miserably.

'don't be stupid,' he almost hissed, jaw clenching. 'you think i would be with someone not worthy of my time? hell no, that's ridiculous.' his arms crossed, studying his lover for a moment. 'what asshole put that thought in your head?'

taking a step close, his brow furrowed and part of him knew he needed to take careful consideration with his words. 'don't let this go to your head or anything but you're strong, resilient.. you make me better, too. you deserve everything and it pisses me off that you can't see that. but if you can't, i guess it's my job to show and remind you every damn day, you got that?'

'c'mere.' bakugo's comfort sometimes came with gruffness and tough love but he had his softer moments. hearing his lover say such things would bring out his ability to speak calmer, wanting to soothe but also, just briefly, doubting himself.

'ya' gotta stop doubting yourself, dumbass. you're perfect to me, understand?'

he would get a little upset at first but like any other time you were feeling down. he would do his best to lift your spirits.

'deserve me? hey, that's not true - if anything, i don't deserve you!' his hands would be on their cheeks, expression soft and holding a tiny reassuring smile. 'you're amazing, anyone would be lucky to have you.'

leaning close, he'd bump their noses together. 'what would make you think that, huh? did someone say something to you? do i need to go talk to them?' he would be quick to find the source and try to stomp it out before it got worse but it would be a thought he put aside for the time being.

shaking that off, he'd pull them close, pressing a few kisses to the side of their face. 'we're a team, babe, a strong team. and, i'll make sure to remind you every single day that you deserve it all.'

like most situations, he would stay calm and would be understanding. he aims to be a comforting presence to his s/o but he would wonder if their was something he could be doing better. would his words be enough? self doubt was a cruel mental battle that he was more than familiar with.

sitting beside his s/o, he was careful in collecting of their hands. 'why would you think that?' he was gentle about his tone and how he asked, but still wanting to be firm, trying to understand their thought process. 'i think you're incredible. you're sweet, gentle.. intelligent, you're amazing and I wouldn't be here if I didn't think that.'

shinso was a little blunt in the way he spoke but he was always just being honest. 'you deserve love, happiness and a good partner who makes sure you feel that way, too. you're worth more than you give yourself credit for and i'll spend all of my days showing you that.'

pulling them into a hug with an arm around their shoulders. 'you are and always will be perfect to me,' he assured, 'i'm not going anywhere and i never will.. not willingly. we're in this together until the end.. and when you don't believe in yourself, i will.'

keigo would have a mixed response of concern but he would do his best not to startle with becoming serious about it so suddenly.

there would be a playful glint to his gaze despite the way he studied his lover. 'what's got you saying something like that?' he'd ask with a raised brow, reaching to brush his knuckles against their cheek. 'you know that you're my anchor, right? keep me grounded 'n all.'

with a small grin, he pulled them into a hug, wings closing in like a comforting cocoon. 'you're my rock, sunshine. i wouldn't be half the person i am right now if it weren't for you. you deserve the world and i plan on giving that to you.'

sighing in an over dramatic manner, he'd press a kiss to their head. 'if you can't see how perfect you are, i'll just keep reminding you til you can.'

toya's reaction would be something that would surprise even partner, who half expected him to agree. he'd be blunt about it but he'd still show a bit of concern.. in his own special way.

'you don't what now?' he'd ask, looking at them with an unreadable expression, one that slowly shifted into something more serious. 'you're gonna look at.. me and say some shit like that? if you're going to say you don't deserve something like this, you really need to get your shit together.' he was almost amused, staring at them as if they were crazier than even him. 'you're the best thing that's happened to me and i don't just throw around words like that.' he'd look away, feel the tiniest bit awkward with his own words.

it would take a second for him not to roll his eyes, taking how you felt into consideration before he was stepping closer, reaching to touch their cheek. 'i don't really know what i'm supposed to say right now, but if you didn't deserve me, we wouldn't be standing here.'

he hesitated before pulling them by their upper arm into a somewhat rough hug, though somehow still comforting enough. 'you are deserving, i guess, and i'll burn any fucker who says otherwise, how's that?'

he would be visibly bothered by his s/o's self doubt. he would find himself sifting through raw emotions to offer even a sliver of support. it wasn't like he had a lot of experience on the front.

it would take a few seconds for him to find the words, hands twitching as he felt as though nothing he said would really matter. 'why..?' he'd begin to ask, tone strained. 'you're the only one keeping me sane.' it was almost a surprise to himself that he was able to get such words out.

his gaze dropped to their hands before taking one, being careful not to cause any harm. 'what you've done, what.. you've seen..? you've seen me at my worst and you're still.. here,' he paused, shifting his weight and keeping his attention on their now mostly linked fingers. 'that means more than you think - it means everything.'

'you deserve more than i can think to give.' mumbling weakly, he was slow and hesitant to pull them into a hug, still not used to the affectionate side of their relationship. 'don't ever doubt your worth to me.'

she would become very passionate, immediately needing to do whatever it took to change her s/o's mind.

'what?' her head would tilt, blinking a few times. 'you're perfect to me! wait - for me, too!' her voice would be laced with confusion, though enthusiastic to make them feel better.

she would move quickly to wrap them up in her arms, tight and nuzzling into their cheek as she smiled. 'you've made me so happy! you're so amazing, prince/ss! i love you just the way you are and i always will.' Toga began to tear up as she held onto them. 'you deserve happiness and everything else and i'm going to give you that.'

pulling back to look at you, she huffed. 'you're everything to me.. don't ever think you're not enough or deserving.'

[heauxvibez]

Under

warning: smut (18+)

You be making waves, my ship's here to stay I got what it takes to swim up in it all day I want you to shake it, later tell me it was great When I go under, under

"Roman, stoooppp," Destinee cautioned, her voice tinged with a hint of amusement as she leaned back and swatted his hand away, allowing the soft folds of the bed sheets to envelop her.

On their precious day off, they lay in the comfort of their bed, savoring every moment of relaxation. She reclined, bare above the waist, adorned only in a pair of Pink briefs. He lounged beside her, solely in Nike briefs, the epitome of comfort.

As they nestled together, she nestled against him, her back finding solace in the warmth of his chest, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. His hand, tender and loving, found its place between her thighs.

Roman allowed her warning to fall upon deaf ears. He traced delicate patterns on her thigh with his fingertips, each stroke a gentle caress against her skin.

"Please, baby," he begged his voice a soft melody that danced through the air, pleading for her to give in.

Destinee couldn't help but chuckle at his persistence, her laughter mingling with the soft rustle of the sheets as she shook her head playfully. With a gentle push, she resisted his touch her hand pushing his away.

"No, Roman. I'm not about to let you charm your way into eating me up like a Thanksgiving dinner."

Though her words held firm, there was a twinkle in her eyes that betrayed them. Despite her defiance, there was a mutual understanding between them, they had established a safe word. Roman understood that if she ever needed him to stop, she would speak that word without hesitation.

"Come ooonn," he protested with a whine, tilting his head back as his unruly curls escaped their confines of the ponytail.

"Why not?" he murmured with a little sigh, his lower lip sticking out slightly as he lifted his head to lean it on her shoulder. His silky hair fell over her neck and face like a cozy blanket. She pretended to spit out his hair as some strands landed on her lip, making them both chuckle.

"Well, you see," she admitted, her voice slightly muffled as she pulled the sheet up around her, seeking refuge from his teasing touch, "I've never tried it before."

Destinee had been through many relationships, but none had made her feel truly comfortable enough to explore intimacy deeply. Then came Roman, a source of comfort and safety in her journey. With him, she felt free to discover her sexuality step by step, at her own pace. Roman's patience and support allowed her to slowly uncover new aspects of herself, creating a strong foundation of trust and security. As their bond grew, Destinee began to crave a bit of vulnerability from Roman, the deeper their connection, the further she allowed him to explore her.

He wrapped his arm firmly around her waist, drawing her body closer to his. Her back pressed even more tightly against his chest, and she could feel his breath on her neck. He had a plan, a tried-and-true method that always worked when he wanted something from her.

With a low, husky voice, he whispered in her ear, "Well then, let me be your first, baby girl."

Destinee shuddered at the touch of his hand. He slowly slid it down the length of her bare torso, using light, gentle touches to ease her mind. His fingers traced delicate patterns on her skin, making her breath hitch.

"I just want to please you, can I do that?" he murmured softly. As he spoke, he pressed his lips gently against the nape of her neck, leaving soft kisses that made her skin tingle. His warm breath brushed against her, sending toe-curling shivers down her spine. Meanwhile, his hand moved to the waistband of her boy shorts, fingers lightly tracing the edge of the fabric in a teasing manner, making her heart race.

She began to feel butterflies in her stomach, fluttering wildly. The things this man did to her were unexplainable. If she wasn't so breathless and speechless from his gentle touches, she'd be begging him to touch her more.

Roman almost had her right where he wanted her—almost. He knew he had to keep going until she was completely weak, melting in his hands. Hopefully, that wouldn't be too hard for him.

Destinee prayed to God, asking for strength as Roman slid his hand into her underwear. She quickly snapped her thighs tightly together before he could reach her most sensitive spot. Mentally, she patted herself on the back for managing to gain some self-control.

"I told you, I'm not playin' with you, Roman," she groaned, her voice shaky but determined.

She thought she had complete control. But then she felt his tongue gently stroke the outer shell of her ear, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She began to crumble as she realized just how powerful his touch could be.

"Come on, baby, open those pretty legs of yours for daddy," he whispered, his voice smooth. His calloused hands gently massaged her thighs, kneading the soft skin with a tender and firm touch. He traced slow, soothing circles, trying to coax her into relaxing and giving in to his touch.

"Please..." he begged, his voice vulnerable. She'd began to weaken, and her thighs, no longer pressed tightly together, parted slightly. This gave him the chance to sneak his hand in, his fingers gently exploring her sweet spot.

"Mmm..", he moaned softly as he slipped his fingers into her wetness. The warmth of her walls engulfed him, and he felt himself melting the deeper his fingers went. He planted soft, open-mouthed kisses on her neck, his lips trailing along her skin. Pretty moans escaped her lips as she pulsated around his fingers, each movement sending waves of pleasure through both of them.

His warm breath on her neck, combined with his slow, deliberate movements, made her whimper softly. Each shaky exhale of his sent her into a spiral.

But what really drove her mad was when he pulled his fingers out of her. She listened, mesmerized, as he brought them to his mouth. He sucked and slurped on them for a good minute, making sure she heard him enjoy every lick and taste of her juices. The sounds made her heart race and her pussy pulsate. Then, without hesitation, he slid his fingers back into her underwear, the sensation even more intense than before.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he expressed in a breathy moan. The words sent a wave of heat through her, and she couldn't hold back the few sobs that escaped her lips.

As his fingers continued to stroke her insides, his palm occasionally brushed against her clit. Roman, focused on pumping his fingers in and out, not realizing the extra stimulation he was giving her. But Destinee felt every touch, and it drove her wild. She started panting, her breaths coming faster and faster. Grabbing hold of his wrist, she begged him, her voice desperate and pleading, "Please, let me cum.".

"I'm not letting you cum unless it's on my tongue," he spoke sternly before allowing his groans to caress her ears.

"Roman... please..." she begged, her voice trembling with need. She tried to guide his fingers, but he held them still, refusing to budge.

"You gonna let me taste it?" he asked, his tone both demanding and eager, his eyes locked down on her, awaiting her response.

Destinee's exhale was deep, she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself to be devoured by him.

"Yes..." Her voice was a whispered affirmation.

As he descended, he trailed kisses along her shoulders and down her body, relishing in her small moans and gasps. His own moans mingled with hers in a small symphony. His hair followed above him, the locs also leaving a blazing trail as he made his way down.

With a self-satisfied smirk, Roman dove beneath the covers, his actions swift and determined.

The fabric of her boy shorts strained as he all but tore them off. Her thick thighs were gently but firmly parted.

Positioning her thighs on his shoulders, he held them with a confident grip, readying himself to drown in her juices. He steeled himself, he knew she would attempt to run.

He licked his lips, eyes fixated on her folds, as he blew his minty breath across her slit. With each puff, her clit seemed to harden under the faint touch.

Destinee pulled back the sheets, eager to watch him.

Their eyes locked, his dark gaze meeting hers, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

He stuck his tongue out, taking a large, long lap at her slit, watching as Destinee bit on her bottom lip.

He did that a few times, swirling his tongue around her clit.

Her body froze as he wrapped his lips around her bundle of nerves. It was a new sensation, and her mind raced, torn between wanting to pull him closer by his hair or push him away.

"Jesus... what are you doing to me?" she muttered, her voice trembling as she tried to wrap her mind around what her body was feeling. She squeezed her legs tightly around his neck.

Her juices were dripping everywhere, and he eagerly lapped up her nectar. With each kiss, he slipped his long, thick tongue deep inside her. It felt almost like he was reaching into her chest.

"Driving you insane, clearly..." he chuckled, licking his glossy lips, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

He gently nibbled on her thighs, giving them soft kisses afterward to soothe them. Then, he went back to exploring her wetness eagerly. He really enjoyed it. He felt like he could spend forever between her legs, just listening to all the sounds she made - the moans, the squeals, the screams. He was completely hooked on her and couldn't get enough.

"Don't stop, daddy..", she moaned, thrusting against his tongue.

"I don't plan on it, baby."

Roman gently moved his hands upward along her body, his fingers providing support to her lower back. His thumbs gently stroked her waist, while his tongue moved quickly against her, savoring her sweetness.

He sensed her inner muscles tighten around his tongue, releasing all their sensations into his mouth. Her body tensed as she reached climax. It felt incredibly powerful, especially since they were new to this experience; everything seemed so unfamiliar yet exciting.

She couldn't help but let out squeals as he kept going. Even after she climaxed, he didn't pause, his lips staying firmly on her clit. She felt so sensitive that she feared she might faint if he didn't stop soon

She gently pushed him away, shaking her head.

"Enough... please, stop, Ro."

With one final lick, he kissed his way back up her body.

"How was it?" he murmured, nuzzling back into the warmth of her neck.

Her fingers wove through the soft tangle of his curls, a contented smile playing on her lips. "It was amazing," she replied.

He chuckled softly, the sound reverberating against her skin. "I can tell," he teased, his words causing a delicate blush to bloom on her cheeks.

Rolling her eyes playfully, she gently pushed him away, reaching for the comfort of the blankets as she settled onto her side.

" I'm going to sleep," she mumbled, her voice carrying a hint of playful defiance.

But he wasn't ready to let her go just yet. With a tender touch, he drew her close, mirroring the intimate embrace they had shared earlier.

Planting soft, lingering kisses along the curve of her shoulder, he whispered against her skin, "I love you."

A smirk danced on her lips as she responded, "I know," before surrendering to the embrace of sleep.

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[carylmeanslove]

To some Polin bashers/haters on IG comments.

You people don't understand crap! You really don't have book/show storytelling narrative comprehension at ALL do you? Polin are a true love match through & through.

Colin saying what he said to his brothers (in the book) was something that he didn't mean. It was said, because his mother was pestering him to settle down, even Penelope understood that. He would have said it about ANY woman his mother was bringing up, not just Penelope. As for on the show what Colin said (to the jack*ss Lords) was due to him being kind of drunk (Luke confirmed this) & wasn't being himself & again didn't mean it. He was feeling increasingly stressed due to not finding a purpose/a life's work. (which his purpose all along was Penelope & career being a writer) After he lost himself when Pen stopped writing him over the summer, to numb the pain of Pen shutting him out he started trying to feel less, to change who he really is into what everyone expected of him, not being his true self (also confirmed by Luke & the narrative). He was still feeling pressure due to not having found a purpose/still feeling overshadowed by his brothers. I blame Anthony actually (love him, but still, Agh!). Anthony was even congratulating Colin for his act when he returned home in S3. It's sad that Anthony actually liked that Colin wasn't being his true self.

That's also why whenever his family asks him at the beginning of S3 how many cities he visited he says he couldn't remember. It's because after his travels at the beginning of S2 he answered them & they all rolled their eyes basically, thinking his travel stories are boring, that his interests are boring. So basically, they think Colin's true self is boring. Whereas Pen cares about his travel stories though, loved reading his letters (between S1 & S2), she actually loves his true self (Nicola & the narrative confirmed this). Colin's subconscience picked up on that fact due him being in love with her without realizing it. That's why he always loved receiving letters from her the most. It's also why even though she made him lose himself from her not responding to his letters he still knew she would understand. So unlike when asked by his family, he actually told her how many cities he visited. It's because around Pen he can always be himself. She is his home (again Luke & official source, I believe it was Netflix UK confirmed this)

Whoever was in charge of Netflix Latin at the time of the linked post just shows that whoever did this post is just as confused as any of "fans" that believe Colin thinks of Penelope as a left over or whatever & also anyone who think he had any true romantic feelings what-so-ever for Marina. Colin has always been in love with Penelope, but didn't realize it until his first kiss with her (again confirmed by Luke & the narrative, actually everything I'm writing is based on the narrative basically not just the parts confirmed by sources)

The whole thing with Marina was just to get out from under the shadow of his older brothers. It was an 'understanding' as Colin put it AKA would have been a marriage of convenience, plain & simple. He wasn't in love with Marina. It was him being curious of ways to try to find a purpose. Colin was basically thinking "maybe getting married would get me out of my brothers shadows & help me in finding my purpose"

Then in S2 he visited Marina out of kindness. It wasn't due to him having feelings for her at all. He felt sorry over her situation & since he is a kind person & wants to help people. He wanted to make sure she was truly alright & that is all it was. Marina wasn't even thinking it was having been due to him having feelings for her either. Just that he felt sorry for her. She didn't need or want his pity. She was also frustrated that he hadn't woken up yet to the fact that he & Penelope belong together. We get it girl, we Polinators were there too. She was the one that ended up helping him & Penelope instead that day. What she told him nudged his subconscience closer to the realization of his feelings for Penelope.

Learn how to understand the story. The true/correct way by paying attention to ALL the info given instead of your obvious limited understanding & I'm sure what is likely a preconceived hate towards characters & a couple that I honestly believe comes with having biases against them from being Kanthony or Benophie shippers. Which is ridiculous due to the fact that this is a show/story about a family of couples, none of which hinder or block any other from getting their happy ever after. So, stop with the hate of Polin/Penelope/Colin! Stop the hate agenda towards one couple just so you can try to raise your preferred one up. It's pathetic & utterly childish.

If anyone doesn't see how amazing Polin is, then you are truly blind & thankfully are of the minority, because Polin's season has been the most loved & watched season of the whole series. Their trope: Friends to Lovers is the most popular, most loved trope in the whole world/of all time, so it's not surprising at all. It's not showing hate towards the other couples to state this. It's just statistical facts.

Polin are also the only couple of Bridgerton siblings that have a history. They've known each other the longest. So, there is a comfort & familiarity that runs deeper than any of the other couples could have. It's because it's core foundation & basis is rooted in true friendship. A true love that comes from that is so precious. It's the most important thing to have in a loving relationship. Also, Colin is the greenest flag as anyone in Bridgerton (anywhere really) can get. Someone better watch out for what's coming in season 4 in regard to 🚩's with the male lead. I can't wait to see how Benophies try to handle those.

I still love Benophie. Polin is my #1, but I still love all the Bridgerton couples, unlike solo Benophies & solo Kanthonies shippers. True Polinators don't find the need to hate on the other couples. We state facts, but we don't venomously hate on the other couples whereas that's all the Kathonies & Benophies do. Instead of spending their time self-promoting their couples, they spit hate at Polin & cry over their couples, wondering why they aren't as popular or aren't treated right. Probably because you all spend all your time focusing on stuff other than your couple & making content to share with others to get their popularity up. Fandom is only as happy/fun as you make it to be. You waste your time spreading hate all you'll get back is disappointment. Spend your time focusing on your ship & making content for them. Then you'll be happier.

I speak truth, not lies. I spit facts, not hate.

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Hey Netflix, I know it might just be a joke about the fans I'm mentioning here that would believe this stuff, but this just causes people to misunderstand the show/characters/couple & fueling the hate that is out there.

To the fans who believe the same as the sayings in the slides.

Slide 1: When he insisted you shake hands because you were just friends.

Spitting Facts: They were friends & he wanted to be sure he hadn't lost her for good. Right after the hand touch there is a moment that passes between them that by just the look on his face, it shows his subconscious love was starting to trickle out.

Slide 2: When he invited you to his house to practice flirting, not flirting with each other.

Spitting Facts: He actually did ask her to practice flirting by flirting with him. Then he gets flustered by her flirting by being honest about his eyes.

Slide 3: When you healed his hand and he didn't kiss you on the mouth to thank you.

Spitting Facts: He did squeeze her hand though & then got super flustered & he thanked her for her caring over it at the next ball. The kiss comes a bit later.

Slide 4: When you had sugar on your face and he didn't lick it off.

Spitting Facts: The script actually shows Colin's inner thoughts. He actually wanted to kiss her again & he licked his lips when she asked if she had sugar on her face which shows his mouth was watering from wanting to kiss her. He is a hungry boy. He even did eat a piece of the exact same cake as her so he could taste how her lips tasted at that moment.

Slide 5: When he discovered your gossipy side and didn't ask for more gossip.

Spitting Facts: He already has gossiped with her back in S1 during the What a Barb scene & he will def be gossiping with her in S4. He is proud of her work as Lady Whistledown He admits he felt envious of her writing. He knows she is amazing.

Slide 6: When you finally had your first time and only broke a sofa.

Spitting Facts: Breaking of the sofa only happened off screen so it doesn't count. Although I know where it does count 😏 but that's not the topic of this post. Polin's first time (also best time for Colin based on the script) was the most beautiful, loving, caring, amazing & sexiest first times on any media ever. It's proof of true love. Not to mention the longest steamy scene of the series. No one shows as much true love & caring in that kind of moment as Colin.

Hope this clarified everything for anyone wondering. I know Polinators don't need it to be clarified

[thezombieprostitute]

Hey Zombie, quick question about Tech Tuesday. Do you intend for Rose to cross path with one of her former boss again so that Jonathan might find out how she was treated ?

Tech Tuesday: Jonathan Pine

Summary: A dinner date with Jonathan is interrupted.

Warnings: Implied age discrimination, Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is 40+ years old and female. No physical descriptors used.

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It doesn't matter that this isn't your first date with Jonathan. That you've slept together already. That the entire office knows the two of you are together. The butterflies are still fluttering with nervousness as you get ready. Maybe it's the place he's taking you to? It is higher up on the fanciness scale than you've ever been to before. You got a look at the menu online and warned Jonathan you couldn't pronounce half of the items! He assured you he'd handle the French words for you.

Your face heated up a little in embarrassment at how his fluent French makes you swoon. You have no idea what he's saying but it sounds so lovely. Especially when he says them with such reverence towards you. He could just be reciting a recipe but the way he says makes you believe he's actually saying you're beautiful. Quite the accomplishment for him to get you to believe, especially given your history.

You shake your head. Now's not the time to think of all those horrible bosses you had. All the ones who fired you so they could get more time with young, skinny, pretty newer secretary. But you're with someone better now. A boss who actually treats you with respect. Who wants you to stay. And he thinks you're beautiful. He's even been getting you to think that maybe, just maybe, he's right. It's why you bought yourself the bold red dress you're wearing tonight. It makes you feel almost as beautiful as he keeps saying you are.

Stepping out of your building to get into Jonathan's car, you relish the hungry look he gives you as he opens the car door for you. He kisses your hand, giving you a meaningful look, before helping you into the car. Yeah, he's almost got you believing.

Ever the gentleman, Jonathan holds out your chair for you to sit before taking his own seat next to you. You appreciate that he didn't take the one opposite. While it's good for eye contact, you prefer the closeness of having him next to you. It also makes it easier for him to whisper in your ear the scandalous things he wants to do with you. Whispers that have you squirming in your seat as he smirks.

True to his word, Jonathan handled the ordering of the food. His voice and clear pronunciation giving you heart eyes when you look at him. Does he know how silky smooth his voice is?, you wonder as you gently bite your lip.

The appetizers are served and Jonathan, with your prompting, explains what each one is. He also reiterates that if you don't like something he's picked you are more than welcome to say so. He will not take offense, "especially as it just means more for me." The entire time one of you always has a hand on the other. Whether it's your hand on his knee or his hand caressing your face, or his arm around you. You're always touching and it makes you feel like he truly doesn't mind being seen with you.

Soon after the main course is served your fun is interrupted by someone shouting your name. You drop your fork as you recognize the voice.

You turn towards the source. Sure enough, it's him. "Mr. Stark? What are you doing here?" You feel Jonathan go rigid as he squeezes your hand. A silent indicator that he's ready to stand in as you need him.

"I'm here to eat," Stark replies. "But then I see you here with a boy-toy and I decided to come over and ask if you wanted your old job back."

"No," you huff, before turning back to your food.

"No?" he exclaims. "Listen, I'm not one for admitting I make mistakes---"

"All the more reason for me to not go back to working for you," you interrupt.

He hisses as he breathes in through his teeth. "Look, I lost a lot of clients when I fired you. Hiring you back on would go a long way towards winning them back. So much so, I'll double what I was paying you."

"What happened to the perky little thing who you gave my job to?" Your tone is innocent but you already know what he's going to say.

Rolling his eyes he tells you, "turns out she was better at being bent over the desk than she was working at it. Her incompetence cost me a lot."

"Your incompetence, Mr. Stark," you retort. "I was fine to let her be your plaything while I did the actual work but when she got worried about being fired by HR for not doing her actual job she whined to you and you fired me. Her incompetence is one thing, but you chose to fire me. You fell for her sob story about feeling inadequate. You cost yourself those clients."

"And now I'm apologizing," Stark snipes back. "It's not my strong suit, but fine. I made a mistake in firing you. Come back and I'll triple your pay."

"Not a chance," you shake your head. "My current job doesn't pay as much as you're promising, but I'm treated with the utmost respect for someone of my skills and experience."

"Fucking hell," he sighs. He looks to Jonathan, 'you just gonna sit there? Not gonna defend your girl like a good boyfriend would? Or are you just an escort she hired to make herself feel better?"

"The lady doesn't need my help," Jonathan calmly answers. "Her thorns are quite sharp enough to take you down. Though, if you don't leave us be, I will be forced to ask that you be removed from the restaurant. Perhaps you should go back to your meal? Maybe you'll think more clearly on a full stomach."

Stark gives a huff and an eye roll before turning back towards his table. As soon as his back is turned you let out a shaky breath and Jonathan feels you trembling.

"Are you alright? Do we need to leave?" he asks as he gently turns your face towards his. His brilliant blue eyes are full of concern.

You put your own hand over his, holding him to your cheek. "I'll be okay. That was just...I've been wanting to tell him off for so long."

"Considering the nature of your firing, I'm not surprised," Jonathan admits. "How could someone be so shallow?"

You give a little snort, "it's not just him. Look over my resume. Pretty much every boss I had fired me for shallow reasons as soon as a prettier assistant became an option. Prettier, younger, skinnier, whatever."

He looks pained as he realizes what you've been through. "I have to admit, this does explain several things. And it makes me all the more grateful you've been willing to give me this chance to be with you."

Jonathan cups your face and brings you in for a deep, loving kiss.

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[tmnthq17-blog]

Always Wanted

{A/N: This story is the first sequel to "Dream Come True"; The image above is Y/N's gift to Donnie}

It's been one year since Donnie and Y/N confessed their feelings for one another. Tonight is the one year anniversary of their relationship, and Donnie has something big planned.

Per Donnie's instructions, April, Leo, Mikey, and Raph took Y/N to a karaoke bar to celebrate. For the sake of not raising suspicion, the guys had on the human watches Donnie had made and recently upgraded.

Leo: "A toast, to the world's best, albeit most odd and geeky, couple ever."

Leo dons a sly grin as they all raised their lemonades in unison.

Y/N: "All joking aside Nardo,"

Y/N used the nickname she knew he had a strong disliking for, which received an annoyed glare from the blue-clad slider turtle.

Y/N: "I wouldn't say we're the world's best couple."

Y/N dons a shy smile, unable to resist thinking about her brainy 'bad boy', as he liked to call himself, of a boyfriend. Y/N had a surprise of her own for her knight in purple armor, which was underneath the very table the five of them were seated at. However, she would soon realize that her gift may pale in comparison to his wondrous surprise.

April: "Are you kidding Y/N/N? You two are like birds of a feather, or in this case turtles of a shell."

Both girls laughed at her joke.

Just then, a the sound of microphone feedback filled the room as everyone in the establishment turned their heads to find the sound's source. Only for them to find Donnie in his human form with a nervous smile as he addressed the crowd.

Donnie: "Good evening, everyone. So, tonight is the first anniversary of me and my girlfriend's relationship, and I figured if she has enough courage and bravery to stand in front of a crowd of people, I see no reason why I shouldn't do the same. So, this is dedicated to the one and only Y/N, my Nightingale. I only hope I can do as amazing of a performance as she can."

The crowd aww'ed in response as Donnie took a deep breath to calm his nerves, while Y/N couldn't help but smile in surprise and astonishment at the soft shell's grand romanic gesture.

She turned towards her friends, who all had prideful, knowing smirks towards each other.

Y/N: *whispers* "Did you guys know about this?"

Mikey: "We may have had a teeny, tiny inkling about this. We would've told you earlier, but Donnie wanted it to be a surprise."

Y/N: "It's fine, guys. I'm glad you didn't ruin the surprise. But now the gift I got him for today seems so much smaller compared to this."

Raph placed a hand on her shoulder and dons reassuring smile.

Raph: "Relax, Y/N, I'm sure that whatever you got him, he'll love just the same." 

Y/N turned back towards the stage as the music began to play.

{A/N: Bold and underlined is wherever I've changed the lyrics}

Donnie:

You know I'd fall apart without you

I don't know how you do what you do

'Cause everything that don't make sense about me

Makes sense when I'm with you

Like everything that's green, girl, I need you

But it's more than one and one makes two

Put aside the math and the logic of it

You gotta know you're wanted too

'Cause I wanna wrap you up

Wanna kiss your lips

I wanna make you feel wanted

And I wanna call you mine

Wanna hold your hand forever

And never let you forget it

Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted

Anyone can tell you you're pretty, yeah

And you get that all the time, I know you do

But your beauty's deeper than the make-up

And I wanna show you what I see every night

When I wrap you up

When I kiss your lips

I wanna make you feel wanted

And I wanna call you mine

Wanna hold your hand forever

And never let you forget it

'Cause, baby, I wanna make you feel wanted

As good as you make me feel

I wanna make you feel better

Better than your fairy tales

Better than your best dreams

You're more than everything I need

You're all I ever wanted

All I ever wanted

And I just wanna wrap you up

Wanna kiss your lips

I wanna make you feel wanted

And I wanna call you mine

Wanna hold your hand forever

And never let you forget it

Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted

Baby, I wanna make you feel wanted

You'll always be wanted

Before the audience could applaud, Y/N stood in shock as Donnie got on one knee and opened a small box to reveal a gorgeous engagement ring. With every word he spoke, she walked slowly towards the stage.

Donnie: "Y/N, ever since I met you, you've been all I ever wanted in a best friend, in a girlfriend, and now, in a wife. You gave me something I never knew I needed, and made me feel something I've never felt before in my life. It's taken me a while to be brave enough to ask something I've wanted to ask you from our first official date, and to plan this down to the very last microscopic detail. But I finally have the courage of doing this. So, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, my Aphrodite, my Nightingale, will you do me the greatest honor in the world, maybe even the universe, of becoming my wife?"

As Y/N walked to the stage, her eyes filled to the brim with tears, she didn't hesitate for even a second before answering.

Y/N: "Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes!!! Of course, I'll marry you Donatello!"

As soon as she finished her reply, Donnie stood back up, slid the ring on her finger and gave her a kiss full of relief, passion, joy, happiness, and of course pure and true love.

As the newly engaged couple kissed, the audience gave them a standing ovation as Leo shouted.

Leo: "Took you long enough, D!"

Everyone laughed as the two of them walked off the stage towards the table Y/N had previously sat at.

Y/N: "So, are you ready for your surprise, Handsome? It kinda pales in comparison to all of this, though."

Donnie: "Babe, whatever you got me, I'll love no matter what it is."

Donnie lovingly smiled towards her. As they sat down, Y/N brought the purple-wrapped gift out from under the table and handed it to her newly engaged fiancé. He opened it to find a replica of the purple satin jacket he had worn during his first run-in with The Purple Dragons.

Donnie: "Y/N, this is so amazingly thoughtful. This is by far the greatest gift I've ever gotten"

Donnie had a look of sincerity and thankfulness as he looked over his new gift from front to back.

Mikey: "Hey, what about the family portrait I made for you on your 6th birthday?"

Mikey used a playful tone with an equally playful pout, knowing his older brother meant well by his previous statement. As the six of them laughed and talked into the night Y/N couldn't help but imagine her new future with her fiancé, as well as her future brothers-in-law, while thinking one thing: This was where she belonged, and who she belonged with. It didn't matter where or when her wedding to Donnie was, all she knew was that as long as he was by her side, she would always be wanted.

[sangoqueenkoko]

Cyno

“Let's kiss and see where it takes us.”

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ELECTRO MASTERLIST | DRABBLE MASTERLIST

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Drabble prompt: page 1: #4 = “Let's kiss and see where it takes us.”

Warnings? Mentions of alcohol, no sleep (PLS SLEEP YALL)

Featuring an indirect mention of Tighnari, Alhaitham, Collei and Kaveh!

692 words.

Note: so... hi, it has been 7 months since i have actually written something, sorry! i took a very much needed break. and i am VERY busy with uni now, busy with a degree.

Cyno rarely drank. He only drinks on special occasions. A birthday, a wedding, something like that. Or like today, where the two of you were celebrating you getting the job you’ve always wanted.

He knows how much this meant to you and how much you’ve prepared for this. He’s found you awake in the middle of the night countless times. Working away. Or as of late, waiting by the mailbox in front of your house a few times as you were waiting to hear back.

In the meantime, while waiting for a response, Cyno's attempts to keep you distracted were.. questionable? Okay?? I'm still determining. But he used all types of attempts, such as TCG, and wanted to use his newest deck against you. Surprisingly not; he won most of the time. He's even taken you out a few times into the city, Gandharva Ville, or with his friends. Either way, he's tried his hardest.

"Come on, (Y/N)", Cyno sighed with a light shake of the head, he was currently standing in the kitchen of his small but comfortable house that you shared with him, the silver moonlight glowing through the window, acting as the main light source for the moment. All the while you were sat at the table, eagerly awaiting the dawn, "you have to relax at some point. This isn't good for you."

"I know" you replied simply before taking a sip of water from the cup you were holding. It is true though, you have spent many nights up and waiting that its become a routine, your body has become more accustomed to staying awake at the odd hours of the day, despite it not being good for you, "I'll come to bed soon."

"No," he replied calmly, without letting his frustration out, frustrations of knowing that you're not letting your body rest when it should, "now."

Many nights went like that.

But once those nights were over, Cyno, and everyone else around you who knew, could not help but let out a sigh of relief now knowing that your routine should be back to normal soon.

When the day came, he couldn't be happier for you. So much work, anticipation, and sleepless nights went into this. Now you will know if you got what was so dear to you.

And you did. When you opened and read that letter, the anticipation in the room was so thick you could slice it with a sword and serve it with some Panipuri.

So much excitement overcame you in such a short amount of time, it nearly made you pop! Figuratively.

Weeks prior to this moment, Cyno made the plan of taking you out for dinner, and your friends came along too, to celebrate.. though he would have done it either way no matter of the answer.

He rented out Lambard’s Tavern for a the quiet evening, so that you could all have some fun in peace.

And that includes alcohol, to which Kaveh was happy to find out about. That aside and well into the evening, you and Cyno were sat to the side of the main room just talking the time away.

“Thank you for helping me through all of this Cyno, I really appreciate it” you said with a genuine smile after you took a refreshing sip of wine.

“You know that I would be happy to help” your beloved replied with a nod, as well as the cheers motion with his glass, “you want to get somewhere you’ve been working hard for? I will help no matter what.”

Cyno rarely drank. He only drinks on special occasions. A birthday, a wedding, something like that. Or like now.

A couple ours later, the two of you were a little tipsy. Not enough to be unwell, just enough to be pleasantly surprised by anything.

“Well..” you said before a drinking a mouthful of water to help prevent the headache next day, this was Tighnari’s doing, “today was great. Let’s do it again. I-” you hiccuped a little, “I think we should do something.. fun.”

But like what?

Cyno would reply,

“Let's kiss and see where it takes us.”

[heystephen]

2023 swiftie survey results!

first of all, i want to thank everybody who took part in this and helped spread it to increase sample size. i put this together expecting to get 200 or so responses, but at the time of closing the survey, it had received 1,009 responses! so that's really awesome. the survey posed the following questions:

which era did you become a fan?

which album is your favorite?

what are your top three songs from each album?

what is your absolute favorite song by taylor?

i asked those questions for a few reasons. one being, i wondered if nostalgia plays a factor in peoples' favorite albums, or if people tend to favor the album related to the era that they became a fan. i also wondered what the true fan favorites of the albums could be, and what are the 'underrated' or lower tiered tracks. lastly, every so often a publication comes out with their own rankings of 'the best taylor swift songs of all time' and we all lose our minds because they're always so!! wrong!!!! so i wanted to see what it would look like if there was a swiftie-sourced list of favorite songs by her. anyway intro aside, here's the results below the cut, and brace yourselves!

NOTE: i couldn't find a way on google doc to change the colors on the pie charts otherwise i would've made them album color coded. i will also provide small descriptions of the data for those who have trouble reading the data from the charts, or can't see the images.

so it looks like most people became fans during the fearless era, which is just nearly tied with the debut era. the 1989 era comes in third, followed by speak now, red, folklore/evermore, reputation, lover and then midnights in that order.

the most popularly voted album for the favorite albums was folklore. speak now came in second place, then reputation in third. the rest of the albums came out ranked as evermore, then 1989, then lover, then midnights, then fearless, then the debut. yes, the debut has a teeny tiny little pie slice between midnights and fearless, it's really there if you squint.

the top 3 debut tracks were our song, should’ve said no and picture to burn. the most unpopular debut track was the pop remix of teardrops on my guitar. not too surprising although i thought stay beautiful was more of a fan fave than that.

the top 3 fearless tracks were the way i loved you, fearless and you belong with me. the most unpopular fearless track was superstar. (☹️) but shout out to my sweet baby hey stephen for doing better than i hoped!

the top 3 speak now tracks were long live, haunted and enchanted. this was maybe the most surprising one because i expected last kiss to be in the top 3! the most unpopular speak now track was superman.

the top 3 tracks for red were all too well (ten minute version), holy ground and state of grace. the last time came out more popular than i anticipated, while sad beautiful tragic didn’t quite get as much love as i thought it would. the most unpopular red track was run feat. ed sheeran, with just 8 votes. but again, it just proves that every song is beloved by someone.

so for 1989, the top 3 tracks were clean, style and new romantics. the most unpopular track was bad blood. i think this was pretty expected, people tend to gravitate toward the remix rather than the album version. over all, this one came out fully as i’d expect.

oh, getaway car. you never let the rest of the tracks on this album stand a chance in the running. the top tracks for reputation were getaway car by a mile, call it what you want and delicate. again, another interesting one. has call it what you want always been this popular? and of course, the most unpopular track was end game feat. future and ed sheeran.

just like getaway car, cruel summer absolutely jumped in the lead and took off running. the top 3 tracks for lover were cruel summer, death by a thousand cute and cornelia street. the archer also came out very popular and i think the tour performance has lended enormously to that, which i love. the most unpopular track was me! feat. brendon urie.. which i feared would happen :/

just like james, you guys couldn’t choose between august and betty, ‘cause the top two tracks for folklore were august and cardigan! my tears ricochet came in third place. the most unpopular folklore track was epiphany.

CONT. IN PART TWO DUE TO IMAGE LIMIT

[starlightsupernovae]

For the kiss roulette, gimme Illario x Rook and 31, the inner thigh kiss >:3c

[ Kiss Meme : Accepting ] [ 31. a kiss to the inner thigh ]

Iloveyousomuchforthisbb

Illario chuckled softly as he wrapped a strip of cloth around Rook's thigh, careful and methodical, layering it gently over the wound he had already cleaned and cauterized. She hadn't so much as flinched, simply lifted and shifted her leg when prompted, granting him silent permission to work.

Until he asked her what happened.

Then she folded inward-- arms crossing over her chest, her gaze turning away-- as if refusing to look at him might allow her to ignore the question entirely. He tied the dressing in a neat knot, but didn't withdraw. His hands lingered, fingers tapping a slow, teasing path higher along the outside of her thighs. "Were you sparring?"

Her leg twitched against his palm, a subtle press toward his touch. "No."

Illario hummed in reply, then dipped to press his lips to the soft, uninjured skin just above the bandage, taking full advantage of her bare legs while she tolerated the indulgence. "Did someone attack you, unprovoked?"

A scoff this time, short and dismissive. He placed a second kiss, higher still. "Not likely."

Smiling, he slid his hands to her hips and tugged her closer, possessive. "Did you trip and fall on your dagger?" he murmured, deliberately provoking now, and laughed when her fingers tangled into his hair, giving him a sharp, wordless reprimand.

"Have you ever seen me fall? In all the years you've known me?"

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he continued his languid path along her skin, brushing his mouth across the apex of her thighs, before beginning on the opposite leg. "Once."

Even without looking, he could see her expression in his mind's eye-- brows drawn, her lips pursed in that endearing way they always did when she was thinking too hard. Her silence stretched a beat too long before she gave a skeptical little hmph. "I think you're lying."

"It's true," he said, flicking his tongue between kisses. "You were walking along, perfectly content... and then, all at once-- fallen."

He glanced up, just in time to catch her eyes narrowed in suspicion, watching memories she alone could see.

"When though?" she murmured, more to herself than to Illario.

This time, he nipped, not kissed-- drawing her attention back to the present, to him.

"You don't remember falling for me, vita mia?"

A beat of silence. Flat. Unamused. His next kiss was interrupted by the laughter rising in his throat, spilling out despite himself when he looked up to find her expression perfectly blank-- but her eyes, traitorous things, softened at the corners when they met his.

His smile faded as he glanced back down at her bandaged leg. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

She sighed, and he knew that sound: resignation dressed in reluctant vulnerability. A flush crept up her cheeks. "I… I was throwing my dagger and catching it again. And I just… missed."

Illario raised a brow, too perceptive. "And what, exactly, could have distracted you enough to miss?"

This was the real reason she'd hesitated, the true source of her embarrassment. He offered her an escape, turning his attention back to her thigh, kissing gently along the skin with care.

"…Teia walked by."

He paused, blinked, and looked up at her. The flush on her face deepened to crimson.

"Have you seen that woman's ass in leather pants?” she muttered, covering her face with both hands. "You'd take a knife to the thigh to stare at it, too."

Illario laughed outright this time, head tipping forward against her leg as his shoulders shook. He couldn't say much for her taste in him, but on that particular point, he had to concede. "She does have an ass worth bleeding for."

[writingsofwesteros]

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I love the Rhaenyra and Alicent daughter with dragon seeds. Also Jace as well But what if they were combined?

Instead of Esso, since Rhaenyra didn't care anyway she claimed KL. Most of the Greens are dead. Aegon got away but doesn't have anything. Still believing he king, but he crippled.

Rhaenyra decided to make Ulf and Hugh noble Lords and no one questioned them since they rode dragons. As punishment to Alicent, she gives her daughter to Hugh as his wife, since he forgot his first wife and she is still in KL, waiting on Hugh not knowing he living the dream, with the pretty young princess, cuter than her. Alicent going crazy, knowing Hugh is fucking her little girl, making her a bastard drunk cock slut. The princess forgot Aemond who she loved since he dead and Hugh cock is big and hitting all the right spots. Riding him every chase in tiny body and kissing him. Feeling passion she always wanted.

"Ah...yes, yes fuck me husband." The princess scream. Feeling her husband cock reach inside her hole.

"Good, girl. I knew it was right to take you that night." Hugh laughed while thrusting up feeling her tight hole clenching around him, milking his cock for his enjoyment.

Ulf takes Rhaenyra daughter, making him her wife, since he already was fucking in the beginning. The princess destroys her love for Aegon for Ulf thick cock, making her act like a whore from the Street of Silk. Also after fucking Hugh and Ulf before she wed Ulf. Ulf let Allan and Adam have a go at her, seeing how he loves seeing his wife being whored out but only by his friends.

"Fuck...good girl do you think Aegon could fuck you this good?" Ulf says laughing as his slutty princess wife rides him like a true dragon.

"Ahh.. fuck Aegon. You cock...fuck, feel so good." The Princess moans, feeling Ulf cock stretching her pussy, feeling her eyes roll, with her tongue sticking out.

And when Hugh visit Ulf or reverse. They take turns fucking the Princesses altogether. Switching between spouses.

Jace was upset at his sister being whored out over a bastard cock but was fucking the female dragon seed, who is technically a milf. (I just added she a milf because it seems Hotd, enjoys young guys and older women and young girls and old guys. Weird but yeah 🫣). He couldn't argue with his sister and aunt becoming whores from their affair. He would be a hypocrite. Soon after the Greens were defeated and KL was taken his female dragon seed became a powerful noble lady thanks to his mother and Mysaria connection. Jace still the crown prince was still betrothed to Baela. Jace allowed Ms. Dragonseed to be part of the court, never letting her leave his site. Jace started fucking her everywhere he could. His room, the council room, in her room, the Iron Throne, empty chambers. (Hell he even fucked her in Aemond room, since he was dead, just to be petty). He once took her on Vermax, making sure she could scream to the heavens.

Jace worried Baela, would be upset when she found out. Is surprised to find out Baela was fucking her bastard uncle Allan who had become her grandfather's heir. She didn't care Jace was fucking the female bastard because she knew they were marrying for duty and they were friends. They still fucked each other, but they agreed to keep their bastard partners as their paramours.

Rhanyera and Daemon laughing seeing how they have so many bastards and non bastard grandchildren

Hugh getting Alicent daughter pregnant but might also get Rhaenyra's daughter pregnant. The same with Ulf getting both princesses pregnant. Baela and Ms. Dragonseed have legitimate bastard babes. Rhanyera is a strict but fair Queen who can't be questioned at all, with the amount of grandchildren she has. Bringing in a new dawn for where bastards are accepted.

(Also just because Rhaenyra still cares for her friend. She gives Alicent to Addam of Hull and is surprised that they fall in love. And Alicent gets pregnant right behind the Princesses. Somewhat forgetting her former lover Criston Cole and the other children she lost. Rhaenyra found out that Alicent was into Velaryon's cock a lot more than Dorne.)

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[queeniecook]

January 27

Seven months. It had been over seven months since Count Vladislaus Straud had gotten a chance to be in the same space as Lilith Vatore. She had been crafty. He had been watching. She had been keeping to her home or leaving town completely to go who knows where. But tonight. Tonight she had ventured out into the snow covered land of Forgotten Hollow and the Count seized his opportunity. He couldn't decide what he wanted to do the most - kiss her or wring her neck.

So many things he wanted to say, not all of them good - but instead he just stared at her as she stared at him. Lilith had a feeling he'd follow her when she left her house that night. She knew Vlad had been watching and waiting to get her alone.

"You know, I didn't come out here for company. I wanted some time to myself." Lilith says rudely to the vampire next to her. Ever since she had walked in on what looked like to be a moment between Jackson and Olivia, she had kept her offspring close. Very close. She knew she had gotten more than overly possessive with Jackson but she couldn't seem to help herself. She made him into a vampire and therefor it feels like he belongs to her. The whole thing had given her new thoughts about Count Straud. Is that why he gravitates to her and she to him? Is it all just the bond between maker and offspring? Or is there more to it?

The Count didn't rise to her bait to bicker, he just simply kept staring at Lilith. It was almost like he had to convince himself she's real. Lilith let's out an annoyed huff and turns to leave. Vladislaus seems to be a step ahead of her and catches her before she can leave.

Lilith can't seem to find her will to fight him. Something about him touching her again feels natural and her body has missed it. Her hand seems to act on its own accord and begins caressing him in return.

"You miss me." Vladislaus whispers into her ear as he moves his hand from her chest to begin to remove her coat. Lilith says nothing but seems to be joining him in his thought process. Her gloved hand starts grasping at the buttons on his coat, despite not being able to see what she's doing. 

A ringtone breaks through the silent winter air. The two vampires break apart faster than the human eye can track. Lilith is gone in an instant and the Count is angrily hunting down the source of the ringtone.

"I suggest you forget what you saw or I'll make sure you never see anything ever again!" Count Straud threatens the woman. He's seen her twice. Once when she went into the Vatore Estate to visit Jackson. The other time she was taking pictures around Forgotten Hollow. Normally he'd just kill her but clearly she knows Jackson, which could cause problems if she ends up drained of blood laying in the snow or mysteriously vanishes. 

Olivia is scared. It's obvious to her that the man is a vampire, she had seen enough between him and Lilith to know it's true. She hadn't meant to spy on them at all, she had come to town to take a few more photos. She wasn't even planning to visit Jackson while she's in town, given what happened the last time. But no, she had to come across Lilith locked in some kind of embrace with another male. Part of her wanted to run and tell Jackson what his precious Lilith has been up to but she'd rather live. "I didn't mean to see....that."

The Count lets out an undignified snort. He doesn't care if she meant to or not. The fact is she did see him with Lilith and what's worse, she ruined their moment. If she hadn't been around, he would have had his Lilith in the snow or taken her back to his bed or coffin.

"I won't say anything. I promise." Olivia promises, meaning it. 

[seanom1lk]

imagine thiss: (I NEED IMEDIATE HELP)

Bucky, Sam, Luna and Natasha (and Clint + Mantis for emotional support) are all off in a hotel renting two different rooms bc one room cant fit all of them. Personal space, ofc. Before they got to the actual hotel, Luna and Bucky made a bet. Who ever got to play their music first in the car, got to choose who slept where. Bucky, being confident in Sam's love for him, knowing he was the favorite, figured he'd get to go first. He, in fact, did not. So now, he was laying alone in a bed, while Luna and Natasha were throwing blanket and pillows around. "Didn't you sell like two copies last time?" Natasha said, and a pillow, presumably thrown by Luna, hit Bucky straight in the face.

He groaned, and got up. "Well, goodbye." Luna said as Bucky walked over to their bed. He leaning in and turned off the lamp, and then simply left without so much as a word. He wanted to yell when he heard the duo throwing more things. It was supposed to be a trip they would remember for the small, cherish able things, since Bucky had a week and a half of off work. He sighed, and his mind wandered to find a source of comfort. Right then, the door from across the hall clicked open. "Oh, that's funny. I was going to go tell Nat to stop yelling." Bucky laughed as he met Sam halfway in the hall.

"Oh trust me, they wont stop." The two laughed as they walked down the hall together. Noticing that Bucky was in one of those moments, moments where he needed to just listen to him talk, he began to talk about the past few days, as they'd been apart. Recently, it was hard for them to have contact like this, but when they did, Bucky took every second of it and didn't let it go. They walked outside and sat at the back of the building. "Thanks, buddy." Bucky as Sam leaned his head on his shoulder. "Anytime." The two sat for a bit, simply staring at the stars they could manage to see through the light pollution of the city. Sam picked his head up and simply stared at Bucky, so Bucky took the opportune nature of it all for himself.

He closed the gap between them without giving a second thought, and felt Sam's hands creep up to the back of his neck. He groaned into the kiss, and pulled Sam in closer. The kiss went deeper for a moment when Bucky had found his tongue inside Sam's mouth, exploring it without going to far, before they pulled away. Bucky smirked at Sam and wrinkled his nose accusingly as Sam's looked away, laughing. They'd kissed like that before, it was true. On night out when Sam would get drunk and go stumbling into Bucky's lap when they got home, he just couldn't help it. When Bucky needed a pick me up, and Sam's lips where just a few inches away.

But right now, it felt special. Like it was different. And he liked this different, honestly. When they went back inside, the hallway next to their rooms had settled down. Although, Bucky preferred sleeping with someone else, you know. After a bit of convincing, Sam let Bucky into their room. Clint and Mantis were still up, watching Rapunzel on the TV in the room. Mantis and Clint waved, and Bucky smiled and climbed into Sam's bed. He heard Sam chuckle, then some shuffling, then hands.

Warm hands around his waist under the covers, pulling him in like a little spoon. He smiled and closed his eyes. He rather enjoyed this, cuddling. If only Rapunzel wasn't playing, he could actually get some sleep. Oh, well.