#And I don't REALLY care about meeting him

[nanenna]

Some headcanons I didn't manage to fit in, for those curious.

Vlad was also in the facility in just as bad shape, I know I forgot him during that and edited it a little for AO3 so he's also there getting rescued. Just... all the halfas living and recovering together. Since this is post Glitch (even if we have no idea what's going to happen after that cliffhanger yet as of writing this) Vlad had actually been well on his redemption arc when this happened.

Dan and Danny are twins (what with the cloning), and were in their early 20s when they got captured. Dani, being 4 years younger, was near the end of high school. But everyone's ghost forms still look the age they were when they died (and I HC that halfas only age when they're not ghosts so everyone looks younger than they are legally). So Plasmius looks 20, Dan Phasmius (not his actual name) looks 18-ish (half way between his two ghost "parents"), Danny Phantom looks 14, and Dani Phantom looks 10. Forever. It certainly makes for better secret identities once they got older (more on that later). After they start their recovery and get new IDs the kids instead become triplets because why not?

For Jazz to be there and get shot with the Drs Fenton I'm thinking everyone was home for probably the holidays so... you know... more holiday trauma for the Fenton boys! 8D

The halfas are healing, but it's a slow process. Most of the healing actually happens in ghost form, but they need to be in human form to get all the nutrients they need to literally rebuild parts of their bodies. It's kind of a hack, actually. Their ghost and physical bodies do mirror each other... kinda (see age HC above). So as ghosts they gather ecto and build back their bodies, but when they turn human there's only so much protein and calcium to go around so they gotta eat while humans because the normal human body doesn't regrow nerves. Like I said: relatively slow process.

Obviously laying around regrowing missing body parts is really boring, and since going ghost is part of the healing process all four spend time hanging out in ghost form and just... getting out and spending time with anyone else. So even before their human bodies are up for leaving bed the Phantoms and Plasmius are already sparring and getting to know their rescuers and meeting other JL members. The moment someone even hints at talking to them about taking up cape work Clark punches that person right in the face. Gently (for a Kryptonian). These people lived his nightmare, the one J'onn barely escaped, he's so very protective of these children. He doesn't care if they only look like children, no one is going to pressure them into cape work. They've more than earned retirement.

I do think after they fully recover probably everyone would go on the "reserve" list for when world ending threats happen, and the kids would probably step in for anything they see happening near them where ever they live, but I don't think any of them would do well out in the trenches with all that ✨CPTSD✨

But those are just my thoughts, I'm not planning on writing more. Anyone else who's inspired is more than welcome to do their own thing with this. I know I left their recovery pretty open in the epilogue.

DP x DC Prompt/Plotbunny #6

After days? weeks? months? years? in this mercy-forsaken lab, Danny finds himself slipping; his core straining under the weight of what he's been subjected to. In a last ditch effort to save his fracturing soul, his brain simply stops processing the pain and allows his mind to escape into a waking dream.

Danny knows it's a dream. If he thinks about it; he can still hear, see, feel the scientists at work. He doesn't think about it; instead embraces whatever false world his mind decides to concoct for him.

.

Several states away, a young boy opens his eyes to the inside of a strange pod in an abandoned lab. Though he cannot see it yet, a strange metal tag dangles from his ear, stamped on one side with the word 'CADMUS' and on the other with 'R-13'.

[yandere-wishes]

which batboy does mittens have a crush on?

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Oh, good question!! @fancyfeathers mentioned that Mittens should probably be the eldest of Selina's sidekicks. And is closest in age to Dick Grayson. Which opens up one of my fav tropes of "Childhood friends to lovers" (but make it yancore!!!)

He'd been so sweet once, little boy wonder swinging along the skyline. Pretty like a sunset, decked out in reds and yellows. You'd watch him from your perch atop the scrappers. Arms nervously ringing around a bagged-up bundle of jewels. Your mentor would scuff making comments about fruitless morals and pretty boys.

Kittens chase robins. It's the way the world goes around, just like how black cats chase bats.

You sneak behind him, punching on his back and rolling him around. Robin kicks your ribs out of instinct, aims for your stomach next with his knee. He only stops when his masked eyes meet yours, when he sees the sweet playful smile adorning your lips. This is a game...

It's always been a game.

At least to you...

You'd only learn, years later, that it had always been far too real to Dick.

Your siblings are better than you at the whole "cat burglar" thing. They creep through the shadows and glide through half-open windows. They steal rubies and diamonds and pearls. They leave little scratch marks and lipstick stains on the safes they rob. They spend the nights being chased by bats and birds. And then when the sun threatens to shine once more they steal kisses and love bites.

You'd always preferred the day. The monotone ease found only under the sun's gentle rays. You prefer to give instead of take, your youngest sister always said it was Nightwings fault for that. That the first robin had rubbed off too much on you.

You still keep an old photo of Dick in your apartment, a silly little photo of two kids, smiling with blood between their teeth and haphazard empty gums. Dick's nose is bleeding, you have a black eye.

You can't quite remember who took the photo.

Bruce or Selina.

It doesn't really matter.

Some things are far too deep-rooted. Crystallized in blood. You've long hung up your mask, and handed in your whip. You've renounced the ways of the cat, renounced the ways of a rogues. You spend your days inside a school, teaching the young of Gotham, watching how the trauma seeps in prematurely, coiling and embedding itself into the lady Gotham's children. Hurt them young so they learn to survive.

You feel so guilty...

It's hard to leave lineage rotting in its grave, hard to abandon and reject that which pumps through your veins. You still pick the locks, still, slip through shadows as if they were a second home, you're still more feline than human. More freak than normal.

Only this time you don't have your mentor or your sisters.

You don't have your claws or whip.

There's a security guard with a gun.

Pointed straight at you...

Dick Grayson, Robin, Nightwing. He'd been so sweet once. You're glad to see the saccharine hasn't washed off. The boy wonder stands in front of you, although you guess he isn't much of a boy anymore. His uniform is hard on your eyes, reality glitches, you see him dressed in his sunset colors. Reds and yellows, young and free. Dick offers you a sweet smile,

"Hey, it's been a while..."

"Yeah, it has."

Dick assures the security guard he'll handle you. Still, you don't miss the way his blue eyes burn holes into the other man's back. He opens the car door for you before getting behind the wheel. On the way, you try to reason with him. For old time's sake, you beg. "I really was just trying to get those kids some toys, but there's so many of them and the prices these days are-"

"I know," Dick says, his bright smile sends your heart a flutter. "It's alright, I'll take care of everything." You laugh leaning back, looking at his reflection through the mirror, that broken nose did end up healing nicely.

He doesn't take you to the station, instead he drives to his apartment. Deep down you knew he'd never hand you in, he couldn't, he'd spent his whole life watching that bat excuse the cat. He can't go against his training, he too can't abandon his heritage. He pulls you out of the car and into a tight embrace promising he'll keep you safe. And you hate how he feels all so utterly safe, how he smells like home and happiness. You hardly notice how hard he squeezes and how hungrily his lips hover above your pulse point.

Thus he spoke but you don't remember listening.

He spoke of finally having you again.

Of loving you again.

You only ever catch the odd word.

Utterly distracted by the delicate twinkle in his ocean eye.

It's hard to focus on the words when for the first time in a long long time you finally feel like your old self again.

High off nostalgia.

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Okay, so all this being said there is an alternative.

@darkpeppermint had another idea, since Mittens is so different from the rest of her family, then she may not even fall for a batboy at all and just marry a sweet golden retriever farm boy...

And yet, despite the sweet fairytale twist they tried to propose. My sick and twisted brain heard the words "golden" and "farm boy" and immediately thought of PROFESSOR CRANE...

Maybe poor little Mittens ends up getting manipulated by the charming professor, Crane. Maybe they meet one day when she's taking her class on a field trip to Gotham U and ends up bumping into Jonathan.

There's just something so familiar about him. So nostalgic, he reminds her of home, of her family, of her childhood friends...he almost feels safe.

Welp Fancy, it finally happened we've become co-parents again.

Our children's list is Kachina and Mittens so far 🤣🤣 Let's see who gets adopted next lol.

[bucksaiga]

What if Buck and Tommy stayed friends and some other guy was Buck's bisexual awakening?

Buck and Tommy have been friends long enough for Buck to know Tommy is gay so he's the first person Buck feels comfortable telling about this. He's not sure why it feels this way, but Tommy is easy to talk to and he feels like he has less to lose opening up to Tommy.

Tommy is very gentle with Buck about this topic. He helps him open up, come to terms with his sexuality and face this situation on his own terms.

Buck goes out on a date with this guy, and the date is fine, but Buck reveals to Tommy that he doesn't feel much of a spark, and he blames himself. He tells Tommy that he feels like a fraud for not liking this guy and thinks he should give him a second chance.

Tommy talks him down, tells him that not feeling that spark with someone doesn't make him a fraud, and it's okay to explore your sexuality and realize you don't like something. Buck doubles down on being bisexual and says he'd go on a date with another man if he met someone he was interested in.

Some time passes, Buck hasn't dated anyone else yet and asks Tommy where he meets people to date and asks him if he can take him out to meet other people, particularly men. He insists he's ready to try dating again and of course, Tommy is right there to be the supportive friend that Buck needs. Tommy takes Buck to a queer friendly bar and Buck meets and flirts with a really nice guy, but the guy wants Buck to leave with him, and Buck doesn't want to leave Tommy behind, so they agree to exchange numbers and talk tomorrow.

Tommy's confused. He tells Buck that he didn't have worry about him because he could take care of himself. "But you're my friend, and we came here together. So we should leave together."

"Evan." Tommy sighs. "I brought you here to meet someone. If you wanted to go home with him, you could."

"I didn't want to go home with him, Tommy. I wanted to stay here with you."

"But you're not obligated to me." Tommy laughs. "This isn't a date or anything."

And then a light bulb goes off in Buck's head. Tommy's been right by his side. He's been incredibly supportive. They can talk for hours. They spend a lot of time together (sometimes without Eddie), and when Buck looks at Tommy, he feels that spark.

"Would...you go on a date with me?"

Tommy's eyes go wide and Buck panics.

"Uh, h-hypothetically!" He nervously adds.

"Hypothetically?" Tommy shrugs. "I'd take you out of here, we'd go to a nice rooftop bar with a fire pit in Venice, and then I'd accompany you home, kiss you goodnight and promise to call you in the morning."

After the shock wears off, Buck would emphatically agree to turn this hypothetical situation into a reality.

But maybe, if he was lucky, Tommy would do more than kiss him goodnight.

[arc-misadventures]

Jaune being his normal kind, helpful lovable self causes women like Illia, Terra, and others to fall for him

LAJA

Coco: And, welcome everyone to the first meeting of the, LAJA. Lesbians Against Jaune Arc. My name is, Coco Adel, club chairwoman, and founder.

Coco: Now, since this is out first meeting we will each introduce ourselves, and tell everyone why you decided to become a member of the, LAJA. I'll go first...

Coco: I am a loud, and proud lesbian, I saw some guys, and I thought they were attractive, from as aesthetic perspective not anything romantic, or sexual. But, one day, I was trying on an outfit with my BunBun...

Ilia: Hold up! Your 'BunBun?'

Coco: Oh yeah, that's a nickname for my teammate, Velvet. She's a rabbit faunas.

Ilia: Ohh!

Terra: I like that.

Coco: Velvet isn't that good at fashion, but Jaune was there, he saw my outfit, and said no. Gave me some other clothes, and told me top try it on... and son of a bitch that was the greatest outfit I've ever worn!

Coco: After that, the two of us would go out, and do some fashion shows with each other, and some other people who needed a new wardrobe. It is fun, really fun hanging out with him. So, one day when we're having fun this random woman came up, and ask if, Jaune was single. And, Jaune was single... but, I said he wasn't... that I was his girlfriend...

Coco: I'm a hardcore lesbian! I never thought of dating a guy in my entire life! But, to keep some random floozie from, Jaune I said I was his girlfriend... I don't want to lose my fashion friend, my best male friend. And, I'm sad that I'm not... And, I really... I really want to be his girlfriend... So... yeah...

Terra: You fell because of his fashion sense? Makes sense, Jaune has superb taste in woman's fashion.

Coco: He did, I was looking at a wedding dress one day, and who is at the alter, Jaune freaking Arc...

Yang: Oh you got it bad!

Coco: Okay... You're turn.

Ilia: Okay... Hello everyone, my name is Ilia Amitola, I am a chameleon faunas, I can changed the colour of my skin. So, I was a former member of the, White Fang, I was a lesbian since I was in the, White Fang, and I hated humans on top of that. Then this stupid blond human just shows up, he flashes me that pearly smile of his. And, my body just changed to pink!

Coco: Like it did just now?

Ilia: Yes?! I just looked at him, and I thought how much I wanted to sleep with this guy! A guy, a human guy at that! It's just a crush, there's nothing more about it! So, I decided to learn things about him, I'd learn that one thing to make him the worst person I could possibly imagine!

Ilia: And, what I learned is that he is one of the nicest, sweetest guys I've ever met! He doesn't hate the faunas! He supports the, White Fang! To a point! He doesn't like the more radical side...

Yang: No one does.

Ilia: But, all I learned how a sweet caring a person he is! Then I saw him watch over some faunas kid one day, and the next thing I know, I'm thinking about having kids with him! This it total bullshit!

Coco: She's still blushing.

Emerald: It is a nice shade of pink.

Terra: Well... speaking of babies... My name is, Terra Cotta Arc...

Coco: Arc? Are you related to, Jaune?

Terra: In a way, I am married to a woman called, Saphron Cotta Arc. She is, Jaune's older sister, making, Jaune my brother-in-law. And, for a while I thought I was asexual, I was never interested in anyone. But, then I met my wife, and well eventually I married her. And, I'm happily married! But, then I met, Jaune, and if I met him before I met my wife, we probably would be married with three kids by now. Right now we only have the one though.

Coco: T-The one...?

Terra: I wanted a kid, so I asked, Jaune to... donate so I could have one. And, this is my son, Adrian~!

Yang: Oh gods he is so adorable~!

Ilia: Noooo... Don't do this to me, I've been trying to get rid of the baby craze!

Terra: And, well... I want another... maybe two... N-Next...!

Yang: Okay... glad I'm not the only one... Ahem! Hi! My name is, Yang Xiao Long, and I'm not really a lesbian, I always thought I was more of a bisexual. I always thought, woman, and men were attractive. And, when I came here to, Beacon the lesbian drive kicked into overdrive! I mean come on! There are so many hot woman here!

Coco: It's a buffet here!

Yang: And, my teammate is, Blake Belladonna! How many people didn't get a aroused , and want to smash that phat ass!

Ilia: Preach sister!

Yang: But then, Jaune Arc came around, and started acting like a big brother figure to my little sister! He looked after her, he comforted her when she was sad, he made her cookies! That was my job! But, all of a sudden big bro came in and stole my job! And, that's were all hell let loose!

Yang: So, I confronted him one day to leave her alone, to stop being her 'big brother,' that it was my job to do those things, because I am her big sister. But, he told me not to worry, since I was her big sister, and i would always be her big sister. So, he told me not to worry 'little sister.' He calmed me, 'little sister' rubbed the top of my head, and left. And, I swear to gods... I came when he patted my head!

Coco: Seriously?!

Terra: I'd buy that.

Yang: I don't like people touching my hair, but he just patted once, and he sent me so over the edge that, that's what happened?! I want, no need him to do it again!

Yang: I want my big brother to hold me in his arms, to comfort me when I'm sad, to run his fingers through my hair to calm me. And, above all I want him to spank my ass as he calls me his bitch, while I scream big bro as he takes me from behind! I used to imagine doing that to, Blake, and her phat ass! Now, I want, Jaune to be doing that to me!

Coco: (Whistles~!) You got it bad girl.

Terra: Really bad... Now tell us how you want him to do this, I need to know.

Yang: You're turn, Emerald.

Emerald: Okay... My name is Emerald Sustari. I am a lesbian, least I was... honestly I think I'm not that much of a lesbian, I was interested in my team leader. Her name is, Cinder Fall. She took me in, when no one else would, so I kinda fell for her from an emotional stand point. But, Cinder never saw me from that angle... she's more focused on how she can use me for her own gains. This often made me cry, that she didn't care about me... Then one day, Jaune found me when I was crying, and we just started talking. He became a shoulder I could cry on, someone I could go to for support, or just someone I could be around when I needed something.

Emerald: Then... then his mother came by, and he introduced me to her... And, I understood why, Jaune was such a nice, and caring person. And, I asked, Jaune's mom. Juniper if she would adopt me, so I could finally have the mother figure I always wanted.

Yang: What did she say?

Emerald: She said no.

Terra: What?! But, Juniper is such a lovely woman, why did she say no?

Emerald: Because she knows how much I love, Jaune, and that if I married him she would still become my mom. So, I get the best of both worlds. A mom, and the man I love...

Terra: Oh...

Yang: Now that's a good deal right there...

Coco: Alright... now that everyone has been introduced, we shall now begin the first meeting with the, LAJA. Does anyone have an items they wish to bring to the table.

Ilia: Yeah, I have one... We're calling ourselves the, Lesbians Against, Jaune Arc. But, how are we against, Jaune? I mean... we all want to sleep with the guy... that doesn't sound so 'against' now does it?

Coco: Uhh... cause I thought everyone would be upset, Jaune turned us straight. So, we would be against him, because of that.

Ilia: That makes sense, but in reality... we want to fuck him...

Yang: Yeah, we all want to sleep with the guy to one degree, or the other.

Terra: So how are we against the guy?

Coco: It sounded nice...?

Emerald: I vote we rename ourselves to the, Lesbians Attracted to, Jaune Arc! Where are new mandate is to help each other sleep with, Jaune to some degree. All those in favour say aye.

Ilia: Aye!

Yang: Hell to the aye!

Terra: Aye~!

Coco: Aye!

Coco: Okay, in that case I welcome you to the first meeting of the, LAJA. Lesbians Attracted to, Jaune Arc. First order of business: Who gets to fuck, Jaune first.

Yang: I move, Terra goes last, she's already slept with him, and had his child.

Terra: What?!

Ilia: I agree.

Emerald: Agree.

Coco: The ayes have it; Terra only gets to sleep with, Jaune after the rest of us do.

Terra: ...

Terra: Okay, that's fair...

[burnforyou]

FIGHT & MAKE UP - LUIGI MANGIONE x READER

!SUMMARY! a fight with your boyfriend, luigi, ends up causing you to be bent over the bathroom sink.

!WARNINGS! fighting, accused cheating (no actual cheating), a bit of crying, he's a little insecure, reader is sensitive, make-up sex (kinda public)

if you don't like this, don't read it.

“hey, lu...“ you approach him sitting on a kitchen stool with caution, the wound from your argument still fresh.

“i don’t want to talk to you.” he states curtly.

“please, we won’t settle this unless we talk.” you beg.

“well, i wanted to talk to you this morning,”

your stomach drops in realization, your heart aching.

“but you weren’t here. so i stalked your location and went to where you were, and of course, i saw you with luke.” he snarls, his voice echoing in your kitchen.

“we were just talking? I… i wanted his advice. i wanted to talk to someone else about it, get another opinion.” you cautiously place a hand on his shoulder. he stiffens under your touch.

“it’s always him, isn’t it?” he turns his head to lock eyes with you. his eyes are wide with expectation.

“no,” you pace in the kitchen and rub your head, a headache stirring. you stop and look at him. “this is a big misunderstanding.”

“no, i’m not misunderstanding anything.” he gets up from the stool and stalks up to you. you have to tilt your head up to look in his eyes, now dark. “i’m telling you as i see it. to me it looks like every time we have an issue you go running back to him. literally anyone else, anyone else, this wouldn’t be a problem.”

he loses himself in the argument and you see it in his face. he’s lost the color in his eyes, replaced with a darkness you've never seen before.

“i’m sorry luigi, i wanted his opinion because he’s a man and i figured he would try and understand your side too, and i’d get unbiased advice from him.” your ramble on and on, struggling to get him to understand you.

“in what world would you get unbiased advice from him?" the adrenaline courses through his veins, "he probably begged you to break up with me, called me a loser, an evil man, the whole thing!”

“no, that’s not what happened,” tears begin welling up in your eyes, but you don’t let them fall. taking his accusations felt like walking on broken glass.

he grasps onto your shoulders with a force that almost makes you fall back.

“you can’t see it? that he just wants to get into your pants? he just wants to take you from me?” he growls in your face. his eyes search your face for any inkling of an answer.

“do you really think i’d leave you for him?” your voice comes out as sharp as a knife.

he opens his lips to reply, but closes them before saying anything. he doesn’t have anything to say to you.

he drops his hands to his sides after they left red marks on your skin.

“really, luigi? really?”

you start backing away from him. disappointment fills your heart.

“and since you care so much, he didn’t tell me to break up with you. actually, he told me i should apologize to you. but now, i don’t think you deserve my forgiveness.”

every stair creates a creaking noise as you storm up to your bedroom. once you meet the bed, you're out like a light.

you blink your eyes open, feeling a hand caressing your face softly. you're met with a stricken luigi looking down at you, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"can we talk?" he proposes carefully.

you sit up and lean back on your hands.

“you talk and i’ll listen.”

he takes a deep breath and leans down beside the bed and brings a notebook up from the floor. he looks down at the notebook and up at you again.

“i wrote down what i wanted to say, um…” he stammers off.

a smile threatens to grace your lips. it’s hard to stay mad at him, with his big brown eyes and little apology script.

“i’m sorry y/n. i didn’t mean to accuse you of cheating on me. it’s just.. my parents didn’t have the most, solid, relationship, as you know, and my father made me believe every woman would leave me. i’m really trying to break the pattern, to prove him wrong, to let you prove him wrong, but it’s really hard for me. but i am really trying for us, y/n."

"okay." you sigh.

"I don't mean to make excuses for my actions. I know what I said to you was wrong, and I'm sorry. for all of it, for the fight last night too."

you're weak. you're weak and you know it. you can't stay mad at him for anything. you climb into his arms and let him cradle you like a baby, his warmth engulfing you. "I'm sorry" you mutter weakly into his chest.

his thumb caresses the back of your head and he leaves a soft kiss on your forehead.

"i know. l'm sorry too baby." his voice comes out soft, his tender touches holding you to him.

you gave luke a hesitant side hug, eyes locked on luigi. he gives you a lazy smile and winks.

"thanks for having me," luke politely shakes luigi's hand and you take note of their size difference. luigi looms over him, not just in height, but size too. luigi makes small talk with luke as he leads him to the rest of where the rest of his guests are sat.

when you finally get a moment where all the guests are distracted, you sneak off to the kitchen, where you know luigi is hiding away. you lean against the counter next to him.

“why did you invite luke to your birthday party?”

“i wanted to…" he turns to look at you with a coy smile and your heart flutters. "get on better terms with him.” he watches your shocked reaction with satisfaction.

“wow luigi. that’s really.. nice of you.”

his lips turn up into a slight smirk that you catch. a sneaky suspicion he’s lying arises.

"that's not the real reason, is it?"

he crosses his arms across his chest and his biceps bulge in his short sleeve shirt. you bite your lip.

"you want to know the truth?"

"um, yes?" you reply like it's the most obvious thing in the world. he grips onto the counter next to you and leans over you, forcing you to look up at him. he leans down right next to your ear, his breath making the hairs on your neck stand up.

"I wanted him to see that you belong to me," he nibbles on your earlobe, "firsthand."

"you're joking." you bite your lip. he retracts from your ear, his signature hung smile lighting up his face.

"nope!" he says, popping the 'p.'

"and I thought you were being mature." you shake your head and roll your eyes with faux annoyance, trying to pretend like his words don't make you inexplicably needy. he leans into your neck again and presses hard kisses on the soft skin where your ear meets your neck.

"you know you like it." he casually reads you like a book. his slight scruff scratches your neck just the way you like it. "you know you've wanted this all day, prancing around here in this short skirt."

"lu," you whimper, quiet so the party-goers won't hear.

it was risky, but the rush, the adrenaline, the fact that luke could walk in at any second, it made you weak in the knees and left you aching for more.

he comes up and leaves his forehead against yours, eyes dark with need, pupils completely dilated.

"bathroom?" your heart pounds in your chest.

you shake your head, going against your own wishes.

"they'll notice we're gone."

"not if we're quick enough." he smirks, grabbing your hand. "come on."

he leads you to the downstairs bathroom and closes the door quietly after you. he presses your hips against the cold counter top and roughly pulls down your panties from under your skirt.

he wastes no time getting down on his knees, holding your ass apart with his hands, and playing with your already wet pussy.

"you want this bad?" he slaps your ass and groans at your reaction, jolting forward with a small gasp and a red mark appearing. his eyes meet yours in the mirror and he pushes a finger in you, still watching your reaction carefully.

"i want it now," you whine and stick out your bottom lip.

"look at you, so desperate." he shakes his head, pulling his shorts down enough to pull his hard cock out. he lines the tip up with your pussy and pushes his hips right against your ass, filling you up in seconds. your mouth falls open but nothing comes out, your lips completely dry.

as he thrusts into you, his thighs meeting your ass make loud, obscene noises that slip through the door.

you try and look back at him over your shoulder, but he forces you to look into his eyes in the mirror, bent over and fucking you desperately. "i'm gonna make this quick." he whispers into your ear, "look at who's fucking you this good."

you open your eyes and meet his dark ones in the mirror. instantly, his hand finds your clit and rubs it, adding stimulation. a moan flies out of you uncontrollably and you bite your lip to silence yourself.

"don't," he groans, "be loud f'me." he moans as you pulse around him. he smiles at you, watching your head bob as he fucks you braindead.

"could luke ever fuck you this good?" he asked with a rasp.

you gasp and he watches you struggle in the mirror with pleasure. he brings his other arm around your throat, his bicep now pressed against your throat. you try and shake your head but he just squeezes you harder.

"say it.” he growls roughly.

his cock kisses your cervix with every harsh thrust. your eyes flutter shut and your lower stomach bulges, heat growing with every movement.

"n-no,” you stammer, face red and sweat dripping, “fuck!"

"say my name.” you hold onto his arm and try and pull the weight off your neck, but he prevails.

"Luigi, please!”

"there ya go, that's it." he moans and slows his pace, grinding into you.

"say who you belong to." he slaps your clit carefully and your legs begin to buckle beneath him, body convulsing with pleasure.

"you, luigi. I'm yours." you purr and arch your back into him more, watching his eyebrows come together in the mirror.

"I'm gonna cum,” you whine, digging your nails into his muscles.

"cum baby," he demands, "make 'em hear you cum with me.” your vision fades to black when luigi thrusts into you as deep as possible, your skin meeting his with a dirty slap one more time. you buck against him, throbbing around him while he fills you. he quickly slips out of you and pulls your panties back up before any of his cum could drip out, forcing you to spend the rest of the party with his cum dripping out of you.

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Closer to you

From older bf! Matt x sweetheart! Reader

Continuation of Needy

Contains/warnings: making out, pet names, blow job, innocent reader, cum swallowing.

Matt had been gone for almost a week. He and his brothers were in Milan for the Prada fashion show, an incredible opportunity they couldn’t turn down. You were happy for him, but being apart from him was harder than you thought it would be. Every time he could, you’d FaceTime or exchange texts, but it wasn’t the same. You missed the way he’d make you laugh and the way his touch would make you feel.

As you sat in your room one evening, thinking about how much you missed him. The way he’d touch you so gently, never pushing you when you weren’t ready. How he respected your boundaries, showing nothing but patience, understanding, and care.

And now, as you think about the times he made you feel good, you realized something… you wanted to make him feel just as good. You wanted to return the favor.

But how?

Matt finally walks through the door after almost a week away. You rush to him, throwing your arms around his neck as he pulls you into a tight hug.

“I missed you so much,” you whisper, feeling his warmth flood through you.

“Missed you more,” Matt says, his voice muffled against your hair. He pulls back to look at you, his eyes filled with affection. “It was so weird being away from you.”

You smile, not sure how to explain the emptiness you felt without him. “It was the same for me.”

He cups your cheek gently, his thumb brushing over your skin. "I'm really glad to be back," he says, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “How was your week?”

“It was fine, I just missed you a lot.” You say as you both go to the couch.

Matt sits down on the couch, pulling you down next to him. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, holding you close. "I'm sorry it was so long. I promise to make it up to you." He gives you a small smile, his eyes scanning your face. “You know what I really missed?” He asks with a smirk.

“What?” You ask with a little chuckle.

“This.” Matt says before pressing a firm kiss to your lips. He pulls back after a few seconds, his eyes filled with desire. “I missed kissing you. I missed holding you. I missed everything about you.” He says honestly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek again.

You can’t help but smile and blush with his words. “Me too.” You look down, nervously twisting your fingers in your lap. “I’ve been thinking… about us.”

Matt's eyebrows furrow slightly as he notices your nervousness. He gently takes your hand, stilling the anxious twisting of your fingers. "What about us?" he asks softly, his eyes searching for yours. “Is everything okay? You can tell me anything, you know that."

You look down at your hands, your voice trembling slightly as you try to find the right words. “I… I just… I’ve been thinking about… what you’ve done for me,” you start, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “And, um, I want to make you feel good too. But, I—I don’t know how to…” You trail off, feeling embarrassed by how hard it is to get the words out.

Matt squeezes your hand reassuringly, a gentle smile spreading across his face as he realizes what you're trying to say. "Hey, look at me," he says softly, waiting until your eyes meet his. "You don't need to do anything. I don’t want you to feel like you have to give me something in return, okay?"

You take a shaky breath, finally meeting his gaze. “I want to,” you say softly. “I want to make you feel good too. I just… don’t know how.” Your voice trembles, but the sincerity in your words is clear.

Matt swallows hard, touched by your honesty. He knows you're inexperienced, and your innocence is one of the things he finds most attractive. He cups your cheek again, his thumb brushing your jaw. “Are you sure sweetheart?”

You nod shyly.

A slow smile spreads across Matt's face, his eyes lighting up with warmth and affection. "Alright," he says softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "Let's take this slow, okay? I'll guide you through it, step by step."

“Okay…” you say. Then he kisses you.

The kiss starts soft and tender, Matt taking his time to savor your lips. Gradually, it deepens into something more passionate, his fingers threading gently into your hair. The thought of you wanting to make him feel good went right to the bulge in his pants.

Your innocent kiss makes his body react. He pulls back slightly to see your face, your slightly swollen lips from his kiss, your cheeks flushed. He realizes that teaching you how to pleasure him might test his self-control. “You're killing me here," he whispers against your lips. "Such sweet innocence, and you want to do this..." His voice is a low rasp, showing how much you're affecting him.

You whimper slightly as the kiss deepens, unconsciously pressing your body closer to his.

Matt groans quietly, your body pressing against his making his jeans painfully tight. He hardens even more, realizing you have no idea what you're doing to him. He feels your innocent whimper vibrate against his chest, making his jeans suddenly too tight. "Damn," He takes your hand and puts it right on top of his boner. “Look at what you do to me sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen and you let out a small gasp. You look down at his pants and feel even more flustered.

"You feel what you're doing to me?" he asks in a husky whisper, “That's how hard you've made me." his hips subtly moving against your hand. "You're driving me crazy with those innocent kisses and those sweet whimpers..." He gently covers your hand with his, guiding it to apply slight pressure through his jeans.

You feel his dick twitch underneath the fabrics, and his hand guides you to palm him.

He lets out a shuddering breath as you palm his cock, feeling it twitch eagerly under your tentative touch. Matt's voice comes out strained, "Fuck, you're doing that so perfectly..." He watches your face intently. Your cheeks are bright red, eyes wide, small hand palming his length through his jeans. He swallows hard. Your innocence is turning him on like never before. “Unzip my pants.” He commands.

You get even more nervous. Your hands move to the zipper of his pants and slowly unzip them.

Matt inhales sharply as you hesitantly unzip his jeans, his cock straining uncomfortably against the fabric of his boxer briefs now that the barrier is lowered. "You're doing so well sweetheart, pull my pants down.”

You follow his command and pull down his pants, letting you see now more clearly his erection through his boxers.

Matt's eyes lock onto yours as you gaze at his erect cock through his boxers. He looks absolutely delicious, the bulge prominent and throbbing slightly. "Now, pull my boxers down too," he says, his voice thick with desire.

You do as he tells you. You pull his boxers down freeing his hard cock. You gasp as you see it.

His erection springs free, thick and long, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He's not small, not by any means, and he can see the shock in your wide eyes.

“Wh- what do I do now?” You ask nervously.

He wraps his fingers around your wrist, pulling your hand towards his erection, "Touch it," he instructs, his eyes darkening. "Wrap your small hand around it." He guides your hand to his thick length. “Stroke it.”

You hand moves slowly up and down stroking on his cock.

He hisses in pleasure watching your small hand move up and down his long length. "God yes," His hips buck slightly meeting your downward stroke. He watches your chest rise and fall quickly, your cheeks bright red. "Grip harder," He demands softly. Your small hand tightens around his shaft. He groans deeply, his head falling back as you grip him tighter, your small hand struggling to fit around his thick girth. "Fuck," He pants, "You're so innocent, yet you're touching me like this."

“Am I doing it okay?” You ask shyly.

He looks back at you, his eyes burning with desire. "You're doing amazing," He says, his voice husky. “But you want to know what you can do make me feel even better?”

“What?”

“Get on your knees for me.” Matt instructs, his voice low and gravelly.

You silently obey and you get on your knees in front of him.

He watches you get on your knees, his heart racing at the sight. "Good girl," He praises, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. With his other hand, he guides his thick, leaking cock towards your small face. "Open your mouth." He commands, his voice thick with desire.

You open your mouth slightly as you look at him.

He slowly guides his thick, throbbing erection towards your small, parted lips. He can feel your warm breath on his sensitive tip. "Wrap your lips around it," He instructs softly, his hips shifting slightly to bring himself closer to your face.

You, unsure of what you’re doing, lick his tip and then wrap your lips around him.

A low groan escapes his lips as he feels your small mouth wrap around him. "Fuck yes," He hisses, his fingers threading through your hair. He starts to slowly thrust into your mouth, being mindful of your limited experience. "Suck," He instructs, his voice strained.

You start sucking his tip, you can feel the taste of his pre cum.

He groans loudly, his hips picking up pace as he thrusts deeper into your mouth. "Shit, your mouth feels so fucking good," He praises, his fingers tightening in your hair. He can feel your small tongue swirling around his tip as you suck, and it's driving him wild.

“Mmh hmhh” You can feel yourself gagging a bit as he pushes deeper.

He immediately pulls back, realizing he's gone too deep. "Easy, fuck," He pants, caressing your cheek gently as you catch your breath. "You're doing great. I got carried away. Let’s go slower, okay? Take what you can and the rest stroke it with your hand.”

You nod and go back to sucking his tip and going a bit further, but it’s not enough to take all of it so your hand goes to stroke what’s left.

He watches as you try to take more of him into your small mouth, his hips hitching up to meet your mouth. He can feel your tiny hand wrapping around the base of his thick length, stroking what your mouth can't reach. "Good girl,"

He can feel your tiny mouth working hard to take more of him, your small hand stroking the rest. He's getting closer to the edge, his hips bucking slightly to meet your mouth. "You can try to take a little more," He encourages, his fingers carding through your hair gently.

“Hmm mmhh”

He watches as you try again, taking another inch into your mouth. You hum softly, making his length throb. Your small hand continues to stroke the rest of his length tightly. He groans, "Baby, you're doing too good at this." He warns softly, his hips moving in small thrusts.

You moan around his length. You’re happy you can make him feel good.

"Fuck..." He hisses, his hand tightening in your hair. The vibration of your moan against his cock almost pushes him over the edge. "Sweetheart..." He warns again, voice shaking slightly. "I'm gonna... fuck… I’m gonna cum." He trails off, his muscles tensing.

With a loud groan, he comes undone. He spills his release into your small mouth, his hips jerking as he fills you with his hot, sticky cum. "Swallow it," He pants, his voice hoarse from pleasure.

You get confused when a thick liquid is released into your mouth, it tastes a bit salty. But you do as he says and you swallow it.

"God..." He breathes out roughly, still trembling from his orgasm. He carefully pulls back, his softening cock sliding out of your mouth. He gently wipes a small drop of cum from your lip with his thumb. "Look at you, being such a good girl..."

“D- did I do it well?” You ask nervously.

He chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction and affection. "You did amazingly well," He praises, stroking your cheek gently. "Who knew such a shy thing could give such incredible head?" He teases playfully, his voice warm.

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[pretend-i-don-t-exist]

sy trying to create a pidw au would be so funny

i feel like he'd actually commit to it to spite airplane. at first, it garnered attention bc it was from the peerless cucumber, notorious critic and biggest pidw hater, so ofc they're all curious how pidw would look like in his eyes. it was surprisingly (well not really, considering the tens of paragraphs peerless cucumber wrote during his rants, all of which have immaculate grammar and spelling— bc ofc he can't let anyone find something to nitpick on his review so they're forced to see the point!) well-written and definitely more plot-focused.

majority of the readers disappeared after the first few chapters, mainly because of the lack of smutty scenes, but those that do remain are very engaged. one of them is airplane's burner account, when he needs to separate himself from his airplane persona. he's really, really curious as to what his hater is doing to his work.

he... he actually likes it. it's not really the novel he envisioned when he was first working on pidw, nor does it contain all the elements of his original draft, but it was good. he likes it a lot better than what pidw turned out to be.

airplane spent so much time contemplating and considering before finally saying fuck it, and dms peerless cucumber to see if he can work as a co-author with him and they can rewrite pidw together. he even sends parts of the original draft (what was left of it, anyway) as incentive!

it takes a long week before even peerless cucumber replies, and by then he has written a novella detailing how much better the original draft was and him screaming very informally at why airplane had to cast it aside.

lol i need money bro im broke af and porn sells, airplane answers.

it takes another week before peerless cucumber finally answers. then live with me, his message reads. no rent. i'll pay for whatever food you want. and whatever bills you have. just write a good fucking novel, i swear to god.

airplane thinks it's a joke, until he receives the address. an actual penthouse. in the richest streets of guangzhou. there is also a request to meet up (seeing as they don't actually know each other, and sy's brothers are very intent on not getting him murdered in his sleep) and airplane, after much, much thinking, accepts.

airplane does not really know what to feel when he finally meets and talks to shen yuan— pampered third son of a very wealthy family, with two protective older brothers and an even more protective little sister— and sy is just. well. he's exactly airplane's type. the beautiful, ice prince who apparently has only shown this much emotion around airplane. sy's meimei had told him cheerfully and then threatened to gut him if he so much as steps a foot out of line. airplane is starting to feel like he's just met a mafia family.

shen yuan's family aside, airplane is actually living his best life. he no longer has to worry about money. he lives in a luxurious (gods he has never seen such a large bedroom before wtf) penthouse without needing to pay rent (!!!) and utilities (!!!) and even food (!!!). he can write as much as he wants. this must be what artists felt like when they're taken care of noble families in exchange for their art.

he does... well. he and peerless cucumber are friends now. they work on the rewrite together. airplane keeps finding out many things, like how shen yuan likes his tea with a lot of honey, dislikes milk chocolate, and prefers drawing over writing. he also runs hot during the night, when he sleeps.

how does airplane know that? well. bros gotta do what bros gotta do. it's a good thing they both like to cuddle.

[whiskeyskin]

Just One More

Premise: After their passionate affair before the mission, now it's a success, sparks really begin to fly 😏✨

Part Three to "A Practised Tongue" and "Lavender Haze"👅💋

• Gale x afab!reader • Mature rating • Act 3

Reader POV, desire, need, lil' angst, interrupted but need satisfaction, I'm deep-throating and loving it!, beg, admission of feelings, pinv, Gale "erupting".

4.3k words

Much obliged once again to @foxtatodreams for this scandalocious pic of our dear Wizard 😏💜

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•°•°•

Your hand grips Gale's wrist tightly, dragging him behind you, to disappear into the crowd.

You'd been given the code word through the Tadpole that the operation had been a success; that Shadowheart, Wyll, and Astarion had accomplished their side of the mission.

Karlach, Minsc, Halsin and Lae'zel were already back at the Elfsong after a victory their end quite quickly.

You, Gale, Jaheria and Minthara were the last team to leave. However, if they left too conspicuously quickly, there would undoubtedly be questions. Jaheria and Minthara were making way to the food in an attempt to remain in plain sight before returning to camp.

You, however have other plans.

"Where are we going?" Gale asks, sauced intrigue lacing in his voice.

You don't answer. You just keep walking.

A door stands a-jar four feet ahead of you down the quiet corridor and you dash for it, dragging Gale with you. Finding it to be an empty study of some sort and finding this acceptable, you duck in.

Moonlight cascades through the glass doors at the centre of the room; the sconces remaining decidedly unlit.

Gale takes in the room, glancing around the shelves in the dim silver light. You take the moment to hike your dress and glide your peace fingers against the sopping wetness of your folds, before walking confidently towards him.

"Care to tell me what we're doing here? We shouldn't-" He turns and you silence his mouth by placing your fingers barely an inch from his face. Gale freezes, not expecting you to be so close.

"Open." You instruct.

He tilts his head, then realises. His arcane bubble pops around him and a wicked smile curves his lips. He immediately obeys, welcoming the taste of your warm juices.

His eyes roll back into his head slightly, as he suckles, moaning against your digits. You feel his tongue swirling, flicking between the slit of your fingers.

"I've been so disgustingly wet all evening, I hope you know that. As you've been chatting and mingling, I've been driving myself to distraction, fantasizing about what I want to do to you next."

You withdraw your fingers and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in. He instantly meets your fire, seizing your waist tightly and folding you against him.

The frantic pitched moans eliciting from both of you, demonstrating your feverish need for each other.

Pushing him backwards, his thighs hit the desk and he sits atop it, pulling you between his legs and firmly grasping an ample cheek.

You both smirk into the kiss, devious chuckles melding between you.

"What have you been planning to get yourself to riled up? Do share with the class." He parts the kiss to tease, before diving back in.

You wordlessly cup him through his fancy suit trousers, the delectable length hard as granite. Gale gasps against your lips.

"I'm going to devour you, Dekarios." You purr, slightly mad with lust, "I'm going to take the entirety of you down my throat and gag on you till you cum, hard and needy."

You already have the belt undone. His chest is glowing with the familiar purple hue.

"I don't want to hurt you." He protests, licking the sweat forming on his upper lip.

"I want you to," you keen against his mouth, "Gods, I want you to."

"And just what precisely do you think you are doing?" Comes a dry, disgusted voice from behind you.

You both jump and turn to see Minthara's strong stature in the doorway.

"When I saw you drag the Wizard away, this is not what I anticipated was to take place."

"We can explain, Minthara." Gale begins, slightly breathless.

"Do not bother. It clearly speaks volumes to the lack of focus on our mission together and your distinct shortage of respect for your companions. You repulse me." She spits, her chin turned upwards.

"Whoa, what are you talking about?" You shake your head in disbelief, "It's just a little fun."

"Fun?" Minthara's tone dark, foreboding tone freezes your heart, "You focus on fun at this most important juncture? You forsake the fate of all through this world and beyond to Illithid slavery, all because you wish for fun ?" Her gaze withers you to the spot.

Neither of you have anything to say. It wasn't like that, but you could see her point.

"Your distraction in each other this evening could have put this entire operation in jeopardy. I suggest you seriously evaluate your dedication to this group. They have sworn their lives to you. Will you disregard that so easily?" She sneers down her nose, eyes flitting between you.

"Of course not." You answer, ashamed.

"Never. You're right, Minthara. This will only distract us from what is truly important. Defeating the Netherbrain." He releases you and steps away. Your heart drops uncomfortably in your chest and your expression with it.

"Then I suggest quelling this ridiculous romance, and focusing on our task. Follow me." She barks, walking away militantly.

•°•

Two days pass.

You and Gale wordlessly decide to stay in opposite splits of the party; it was for the best.

Minthara's words had cut deep, as they often tended to do. The Drow certainly had a brutal honesty about her.

Sitting in the middle of the room, when everyone else had gone to bed hours ago, you stare blankly at the flames to your left. You sigh.

"Gods, it's not that bad, is it?" Shadowheart's joking lilt comes from your right.

Jerking to look, you paste a smile, "No, just sighing is all."

Shadowheart tilts her head, a sleepy expression on her face, "You've been downright miserable since the Ball the other day. What's happened?" She asks, with a new sense of softness since her journey with Shar's torment had ended.

"Nothing's happened." You answer, trying sound casual.

"That was almost convincing," she jokes, then places a hand on yours, "Look, my friend. Whatever it is that's making you miserable, I suggest you face it. Trust me, there's no forgetting about it. No matter how hard you try. And come tell me about it when you're ready." She smiles warmly, pats your hand and leaves with a swish of her braid.

You purse your lips, and sigh again through your nose, deciding to take some air.

You silently leave the room and make your way to the roof of the Elfsong, the cool night air welcome on your skin. It was decidedly empty at this time of night, the patron's long gone from their night of revelry.

You step out past the floral covered trestles, to find that your silent haven in the city's still night, wasn't just yours alone.

Gale stands with his back to you, leaning against his forarms over the side. He sighs deeply and glances up to the moon, and mutters something you can't quite hear.

You consider walking away, but something traitorous inside calls out, "Can't sleep either?"

His gaze swivels to look at you, his handsome features wide, "Oh, you startled me." He huffs a short laugh and covers his heart with his hand. His robe is wide and loose around his chest, the moonlight glinting off his warm skin.

"Sorry, I'll leave." You mutter, retreating backwards.

"No!" He calls out, hand outstretching, "Stay."

You pause, the shadow of the wooden pergola streaking your face. You swallow and step back out, crossing your arms over your own robes, a tight smile on your face. Stepping towards him, you jut your hip against the low wall.

"What brings you up here in the wee hours then?" You ask, attempting polite conversation.

"Ah, well. There's a question." He replies, gently pulsing his fist on the stone top, "The big question." He mutters to himself.

Gods, he's beautiful.

The way the silver light shines across him; his grey streaked hair, his warm brown eyes, the musculature of his chest. It painfully panged through your sternum and made you wince, sucking you lips between your teeth.

"Why are you seeking reprieve up here?" He ventures, smiling falsely.

You can't bare it. The charade of it all.

"Oh, let's cut the crap, Gale. We both know why we're up here. We're miserable." You profess, gesturing out your arms, "What Minthara said when she caught us sneaking off.. it was harsh but true. We let our feelings get in the way of the goal - me especially - and now it's like we can't be in the same vicinity as each other without feeling shitty about it." You walk back under the flower adorned pergola, to perch on the arm of a chair.

Gale nods, following you in and leaning against the wood, "And now containing our feelings for one another.. is making life unbearable." He looks crestfallen, thumbing a flower bud that hadn't bloomed.

You scrunch your eyes closed, and sigh out again, "Absolutely miserable." You agree, dejectedly.

"Positively intolerable." He agrees, morosely.

You look out over the gabled roofs and houses stretching out into the distance, all but a few dim in the night.

"So, it stands to reason," Gale begins, "that in our current state of malcontent, we're actually endangering the group far worse.."

You blink twice, letting his words pierce your foggy misery, "Pardon?"

"It could be argued that our dower moods are actively destroying morale amongst our companions.." He persists, inching closer.

Your posture straightens, intrigued, "We could be causing more harm by denying ourselves, than if we just allowed it?" You offer in questioning agreement.

"Quite so," he nods, "From personal experience, I know with certainty that Minsc has been taking our sour moods to heart, as has Wyll, as matter of fact." He punctuates his statement with a pointed finger pacing aside a soft, red blanket abandoned on the floor.

"You know, now you mention it," you start, sliding to stand, "Shadowheart just said that I shouldn't hide from whatever is making me unhappy. She noticed too."

Gale gestures his palms at you, "You see! We're destroying our peers with our despondency."

"Clearly we are." You nod several times, grapsing your chin in faux thoughtfulness, "You know, I think Minthara interrupting us like that caused a sort of 'unfinished business' between us, if you will."

Gale's arcane bubble flickers around him, a familiar glow threatening under the cover of his robe, "Mhm, mhm. I see what you mean. You mean to say that as we didn't get to resolve our burgeoning attraction, there's an almost irreverent longing to conclude that lingering undiscoveredness." His breathing is shallow and his eyes are searching, "And that if we removed the distraction of the unknown, we could move passed our.." There was barely six inches between the heat of your bodies, "need." He finishes, eyes boring down on yours.

"Fuck it." You moan, rushing to meet him.

He expects you, and wraps his arms around your waist, as you swoop your arms high to engulf him in a passionate kiss. Tongues encircle and mate with each other, as hands explore and delve.

Parting his robe, you reveal his chest proper, tearing your lips away from his and suckering onto the bright, burning orb in his chest. His hands instinctively wind into your hair, as you trace your tongue along the illuminated shape of Karsus' mark on his perfect body.

"Oh, Gods. I've missed your touch. How could I miss something I barely got to experience?" He questions to no one.

"Because we were denied, sweetheart. But we need this. We need to finish it. Finish it and we'll be fine." You rant, dropping to your knees.

Gale's breath hitches and he braces against the table; a poetic symmetry in the switching of your positions.

Untying the loose knot hanging low on his hips, you open the robe to unveil his navy, loose sleeping bottoms; the telltale tenting of the soft material obvious.

Wasting no time, you yank down his trousers and underwear, till they pool at his feet. His cock stands to attention, rigid and proud. He kicks out of his clothes hurriedly, moaning through clenched teeth.

You look up at him through lidded gaze, as he returns it with purple fire blazing through him.

Gods, he looks like perfection. Wisdom, and courage, and beauty. He deserves to be adored. To be worshipped.

You place your hands on his muscular thighs, gliding your touch around and back. You press hot, suckling kisses to the inner meat, trailing your tongue behind.

His legs twitch and he groans out, "Oh, oh."

Sitting up a little on your toes, your lips trail to the tight lines of his obliques.

"I love these," you whisper, ghosting your fingertips over the dents, "the first time I saw you bathing in the river, I wanted to fall to my knees and lick them till you begged me to stop." You admit, hoarse with lust.

"I'd much rather beg you to start."

A playful giggle rumbles in your chest, "Go on then."

"Please. Please. I have no will to refuse you here. Please." He immediately pleads, eyebrow creasing upward.

"Please, what?" You ask, mouth against his skin, hands squeezing his taut buttocks.

Gale gestures his hand and an image of you with a ravenous look in your eye appears in his palm.

"I'm going to devour you, Dekarios." Your image moans, "I'm going to take the entirety of you down my throat and gag on you till you cum, hard and needy. I'm going to devour you, Dekarios. I'm going to take-"

He closes his hand with a flourish and the magic snuffs out, he maintains eye contact with you, "That, please."

You smirk, slightly embarrassed but more than a little flattered, "How many times have you played that?"

"Hundreds." He answers flatly, "A man hears that and can't easily forget it." He irks a brow to you.

"It would be the greatest of pleasures to gag on your perfect cock, Mr. Dekarios." You tip your head to the side in a bow.

"I meant what I said, I don't want to hurt you." He insisted, thumbing your cheek.

"You won't, trust me; I enjoy it. The desperation you feel from the bliss I'm giving you, is a big arousal point for me."

Gale swallows and his breath quickens, "That will not be a problem."

"I have one condition though; if I tap on your leg twice," you demonstrate, "I need to stop. Understand? There's a fine balancing act between breathing and blowing." You titter at your own small joke, which he graciously replies with his own, "Unless I specifically do that; please, don't stop. You're not hurting me."

"I promise." Gale nods with a fierce assurance, blue and lavender cutting aross his features.

With the conversation, his thick cock wilts slightly but you soon have his full attention once more. Laving your tongue across his skin, while your fingers graze his testicles.

Gale's hips twitch as you gentle squeeze his sac within your grasp, he airs out a long moan at the contact. The flushed tip of his cockhead swollen and leaking, you brush your tongue over the slit, tasting the salty mix.

"Gods." He chokes out, his eyes streaking to the skies.

You wish you could temper your desires, to drag this out torturously until he's practically ready to cum from teasing but Gods if you hadn't waited long enough already.

You wrap your lips and tongue around his engorged tip, your hand around the length, the other still massaging his balls.

A tense, shuddering sigh flows from Gale, as you try to start slowly.

Your hand and mouth work in tandem, drawing him deeper into your mouth. The velvet feel of his cock against your tongue, as Gale's breathing tenses above you.

Settling onto your legs proper, looking up at the gorgeous Wizard above you, you angle your throat to prepare. Your pussy already wet from anticipation, slightly cool from the night air under your nightgown.

Gale reaches a hand towards your face, and brushes back the hair in your face. He smiles at you; a sweet, simple smile, that has you weak and willing to do anything for this incredible man.

Still working his cock with your mouth, you take your hand from his length and reposition his to the back of your head. A gentle, "oh" noise leaves the back of his throat, as you do. The mark pulses and his eyes darken like coals in the shadow and moonlight. He firms his grip with a hungry flick of his tongue over his lip.

Maintaining eye contact, you attempt to dive for the kill. Relaxing your throat, breathing out and calming your reflex, you begin to gulp down the length of him.

Gale gasps, as the vision that was you consuming the entirety of his dick, stares back at him with an intentional glint of devious mischief.

Your hands switch to forcefully grab his hips, and start to pump them forwards. Your throat tries to resist as you swallow around his girth, pricking tears in your eyes. The sensation twitches your pussy, the wetness between your legs growing.

Gale understands quickly and takes the initiative to mimic the movement. The feeling of his plump head hitting the back of your throat, ripples gooseflesh across your skin. It puckers your nipples, your eyes rolling and jaw slack as he takes over.

Gods, you love this part.

He sees the reaction wave over you and clearly grows in confidence, his grip on you head more firm and controlled.

You roll your head to bob with the rhythm of his thrusts, a high, garbled moan sounding from your stuffed throat.

As you breathe on a long out-stroke, you bare down, as he continues to pound into your mouth. Sloppy, debauched noises, snapping hips, grunts and hedonistic moans echo into the night air.

Gale picks up speed, and you meet his stroke. He whines in desperation, sucking in breath and cursing.

You're determined to take all of him, and summon the strength to do precisely as he requests. Gagging and jerking, you dig your fingertips into the curve of his ass and attempt the last inch. His other hand now fisted into your hair, he helps by pushing you deeper.

Your nose brushes the curls at the base, his cock fully seated in your throat. Tears stream down your face, as he fucks himself inside your mouth. Saliva drips down his sac and onto your chest and legs.

You begin to moan, vibrating the back of your throat, tongue flat and strong. You encourage him, gently patting his ass to bolster the effect.

Desperate moans tremble from Gale as he looks upward, straining his neck. The delicious curve of his throat, the bob of his Adam's apple while he moans. You can see from his body language, he was tettering on the very edge.

He shoots his gaze down to you, "I'm going to-" is all he managed before his face contorts with sheer ecstacy, his thighs tense and his hips splutter.

A soundless boom of bright violet and cerulean light erupts from his chest, as he calls out your name and censored expletives, as he raggedly pumps his load down your throat.

You feel the pulsing against your tongue and the warmth hitting the back. He twitches and pulls his teeth tight against the stimulation he feels at you skillfully milking every last drop of his cum.

Relinquishing his cock from your throat, you suckle on his tip, and release it with a soft pop. It bobs in front of you, spent.

Thank the gods he was seated against the table, or there was a high chance he would probably collapse.

"Oh, dear and cursed gods above and below. That was indescribable." He babbles, his hand his woven in your hair.

You gently ease off your calves, leaning up to press soft kisses against his lower belly. Gale sighs and blinks hard against the night sky.

Dabbing your eyes and cheeks with your sleeve, you quickly reorient yourself, pushing off the floor to stand.

There is a brief moment between you, before Gale sweeps his head underneath to capture you in a passionate, all-consuming kiss. His hands grasp your sides and wrap you in closely, as yours snake around his neck. Your tired tongue playfully meets and bonds with his, as he kisses you long and slow.

You part with a gasp, a smile on both your faces, "That is definitely better than moping around for days." You quip, barely above a whisper.

Gale hums in agreement, "Indubitably." His hand glides down your thigh and hooks underneath your robe, "Now you."

He pauses at the apex of your mound, and raises his brows expectantly, "Beg." He instructs.

You irk a brow and purse your lips in a sideways smirk. Remembering the discarded blanket on the floor, you push off him and begin to untie your robe.

His eyes hungrily follow you back, watching intently as you drop it to the floor, revealing your thin strapped nightie. You cross your hand across your chest, making a point to glide your fingers over the arch of your breasts and push the straps down your arms. The thin material falls away, revealing your nipples, peaked against the cool Baldurian night.

"Please, Gale. Lay your hands on me, show me how much you missed me."

You gently shuck off the nightie, and stand before him completely exposed.

Your heart was racing.

Stupid though it was, this was a truly vulnerable moment for you.

Of course, you'd had his mouth, fingers and cock inside you. You'd already had sex. But there had been a clothing barrier between you. Now there was nothing. Now there was just you.

You took a steadying breath, and wait in anticipation as he still perches on the small table, watching you.

"Lie down, please. Legs spread." He instructs, pushing off the surface and standing tall.

You do as he askes and lay on the red blanket, parting your legs with bent knees.

He wordlessly kneels down before you, grabbing an orange pillow as he descends. He covers your body with his and gestures the pillow at you. Obliging, he places it beneath your head for you with a smile that crinkles his eyes.

Your heart swells and aches to look at him. Could you have fallen in love with him so quickly? Or has it been slowly since the moment you pulled him from that rock?

Has it been in the moments between moments? The unseen parts for no one else's eyes.

In conversation, in banter, in laughter? In the big things like protecting you in battle, or the small things like a pillow for your comfort?

"I love you." You admit, unable and unwanting to keep it in.

For what feels like an age, an agonising age; the world is silent.

Tears form silently in his eyes, as his smile turns wistful and joyful.

"I love you." He responds, tearfully.

He kisses you, quite unlike the others. There is truth and heart and unhidden love contained within it. Breath and heat, lips and hunger.

His fingers trace down the rises and falls of your body before two fingers crest over your curls and glide down the swollen lips of your soaking pussy.

Without any resistance, his digits are welcome in the warmth of your walls. The kiss deepens as his fingers tease your soft spot, and his thumb draws circles on your clit. You moan against his mouth, as pleasure radiates outward from your core.

He strokes your walls, gently pumping his hand and flexing his thumb in perfect rhythm. You were already so aroused from deep throating his delicious cock, it wouldn't take you long to finish.

Your breathing becomes erratic as pleasure pushes in on you, the chill of the air no longer affecting your body.

Suddenly, there was an absence within you as Gale removes his fingers. You whine in disappointment, only to feel the pressure of his cockhead seconds later.

His thickness fills you in no time from how wet and ready you were, both of you moan in wanton bliss as your bodies truly reconnect.

"Oh Gods, Gale. I've missed you. I want you. I want you. I love you." You ramble, his hips forcefully rolling against yours.

"Oh, I've missed you too. I love you, I love you. I've always loved you." He replies, wrapping his arms your back to pull you closer to him.

Filled with his perfect length, you match his speed and force, euphoria building together.

Chorusing your love and adoration for each other, electricity pulsing between you, the precipice of orgasm rapidly hurtling towards you both.

Sweat glistening in his periwinkle blaze, breath choppy; your body and souls connect in an inconceivable torrent of devotion, friendship and passion. Your orgasm hits a split second after his, as you both cum hard and ragged, calling to each other in a blissful cacophony of joy and elation.

Gale barely holds himself above you, as the purple haze of magic of his orgasm hangs around you both. Your muscles tremble, recovering from the devastating peak you shared.

Your face buries in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of his damp hair. Gale bumps his head against yours, kissing your jaw to you mouth. Sloppy lips press open-mouthed kisses, barely able to function.

He rearranges himself slightly, leaning on his forearm but remaining pressed deep inside. You reach your hand to softly fist his hair long hair in your grasp, the other tracing the light ember lines of Karsus' mark on his eye and cheek.

A wave of profound sadness washes over you and unable to hold back, you choke out, "Don't leave me." Thinking of his intended task ahead.

"Unless you ask me otherwise, I shall not leave your side, my love." He takes your hand from tracing his face and presses a kiss to it.

"Never." You reply, barely above a whisper.

"Then never shall I leave you." He dips down to kiss you again, swallowing any more protests.

And for that night, the world was only made for them.

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I'm a sucker for happy ending 😚 Speaking of sucking and happy endings.. want more?

[cutiecusp]

Waiting for you. Part one.

Captain John Price x Reader.

Tw. mentions of alcohol. Dominant Price. Slightly darker than my usual fluffy fics, but HEA in the end. MDNI.

"You think this is a game, love?" His gruff voice rings out through the room.

You stand there, clad in a pretty dress, eyes lowered as you hiccup, the alcohol of the night wearing off you.

"When your brother asked me to pick you up, I wasn't expecting this." John continues.

You look down at your feet, embarrassment clear on your face.

"Don't need a babysitter." you murmur, as defiant as you could, without sounding like a brat.

John prowls over to you, his scent enveloping you. Faint cigar smoke and leather overwhelmed your nose as you breathed in.

His rough finger lifts your chin so you meet his eyes, his stormy gaze harsh in the low light of your apartment.

"Well, it looks like you fucking need one to me." He scoffs, his breath close to your face as he leans in further.

"It was a party. I was having fun." You retort, anger blooming over your cheeks.

"You and my brother have this whole 'save the world and be heroes' thing going on, but you don't care about anyone outside of that, not really."

He bristles as he hears what you are saying.

"You think i don't care. I drove to come and get you in the middle of the night-"

"Like my brother asked." You interrupt.

"You'd do anything if he asked, probably bloody fuck him too." The traces of alcohol in your system made you bold, and watching the shock in his face gave you a feeling of satisfaction.

He pushes you until your back presses against the door.

"Not the sibling I'd choose to fuck, sweetheart." he rasps.

"If you were mine right now, you'd get such a spanking, putting yourself in danger, drinking at a party alone, wearing this fucking dress.."

"But im not yours." You counter, your breath tight in your chest. But your gaze flickered down to his lips and back, and he smiled, a dark smile you had never seen on his face before.

"But you'd like to be, wouldn't you. Don't think i don't notice the way you look at me, love." His deep voice sending shudders down your neck as he breathes close to your ear.

You go to deny it, but its the truth. You've wanted John for years, and tonight was just another night to get drunk and avoid your feelings for him.

"You going to teach me a lesson then, John?" You ask boldly, rolling your hips forward to press into his.

"Bratty little thing like you needs more than a lesson." He replies easily.

"I'm not going to touch you while there is alcohol in your system, pet." He pauses, bringing his fingers flush against your cheek before leaning back.

"I want you sober and begging me for it." He turns you around, opening the front door.

"I'll be back tomorrow. Get some sleep, you'll need it."

As his back retreated down the hallway to the elevator, you could hear him chuckling to himself. Slamming the door shut, you miss the way he turns to the door, watching you get safe for the night, before digging in his pocket for his phone.

Dialling a number, he lets your brother know you are home.

After hanging up, he places an order for next day delivery, flowers, breakfast, handcuffs....

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I know im doing so many multi parts lately, i just couldn't fit this into one, so i hope this will do for now xD

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Hi Cora !

I'm new here, >\\\\\\<, and I couldn't resist asking if it's possible to request from your Valentine's Event, Fem!Reader x Sylus + The Emperor ? If it's okay ?

Thank you so much.

And good luck for all your stories ! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

sylus x f!reader (can be read as gender neutral), power play, cw choking, very suggestive, sylus calls you angel wc: 0.6k words ❥ valentines event (requests still open!), co-written with @venustrvck a/n: hallo kat!!! thank you so much for participating!! i presume the creative freedom was given on purpose so we went with power play and made it suggestive :>

Sylus so rarely exerts any kind of power over you. He lets you run as far as you want, only hoping that you will eventually return to him. He gives you as much space as you need, regardless of how much he longs to draw you back in.

Except you want him to.

"You can be selfish, you know." You tell him one night, one of your knees nudging into the space between his legs as he lazes into the sofa. "You can take from me, if you want."

"Careful there, angel." His hand runs up the side of your thigh, a teasing warmth through your clothes, ruby eyes glinting. "That's a dangerous offer."

Your hands cup his face, gentle fingers ghosting over the high of his cheekbone. He lets you, always. Lets you touch him as you please, without restraint, without any move to protect himself.

"I trust you." You meet his eyes as you say it, the impact of it not lost to him from the way his eyes widen just slightly. You take his hands in yours, and put them against your neck. He can feel your pulse thrum, your life force in his hands.

There's a switch, then. Because all you know is the way the world spins, a soft oof leaving your lungs as your back hits the sofa.

He doesn't use his hands; lets his Evol hold you down. Instead, he leans an arm against the armrest, looming over you like a predator.

The shiver that runs through you doesn't escape his notice.

"What part of be careful did you not understand?" He breathes heavy as he touches you, exhales with a shudder like it affects him more than it affects you. His hand trails down your body, gripping your waist, pulling down the band of your pants just slightly, revealing a sliver of skin that entices him much more than it should.

You can't move your hands, with the way they're held down by his Evol over your head. So you wrap your legs around his waist instead.

"Take what you want." The bottom of your heel drags up along his spine. "Make me yours. Don't you want to?"

"What I want." He swallows, pressing his hips against yours so you can feel how hard he is. "Is what you want."

"That's not all, is it?" It falls from your lips as a whisper, draws him in like a siren does to a sailor. "You think I can't tell?"

"If you wanted it rough, you could just ask."

"I want you." You tilt your head up towards him as far as you can with the position you're in. "I want you to let go."

There's a sharp intake of breath, released through gritted teeth, almost as if he's in pain. He drops his forehead to yours.

"You drive me crazy." It's said like a confession, like something meant for a wooden booth.

"Show me, then."

He starts tentatively, wrapping a hand around your neck, playing with the constriction until you gasp. His pupils dilate.

"You can be much more dangerous than me."

Against all things, you smirk. "I think you're just losing your touch."

He mirrors your look, then, his lips smash into yours, more teeth and tongue than the gentle kisses he usually gives you, he smiles into it with a kind of pride.

"Am I? Oh, angel," his hands move with surety now, up either side of your thighs, pulling your pants down to wash his gaze over the expanse of exposed skin. "You're about to find out how untrue that really is."

[edwardteachswombtattoo]

The interior of Ed and Stede's relationship is well-tread both in analysis and the show itself. We know why they fall for each other, how they fall for each other, when they fall for each other. We've been inside their heads. We could, if we wanted to, probably compile a rough timeline of events from Point A (Ed hearing of Stede's existence) to Point Z (Ed and Stede retiring from piracy to open an inn). Has anyone done that? Someone should do that. I might do that.

But a thread the show keeps pulling on from their first meeting all the way to the end of Season 2 is the persistent showing that no one else seems to fully understand what Ed and Stede have going on.

There are exceptions to this. Lucius with his emotional intelligence and arguably the whole crew of The Revenge understand that Ed and Stede feel something for each other that is somewhat outside the framework. The Revenge is a safe space where they are allowed to explore and hold feelings like that and their influence (Stede's, but really the whole crew's) outgrows the ship and spills out into the wider culture of piracy. They don't fundamentally change the whole culture of piracy, but their influence forces characters who would otherwise be immovable and rigid in their personal philosophies (Anne and Mary Read, Zheng Yi Sao, Auntie, Ned Low's crew, etc.) to rethink their relationships with each other.

I already made a post about Jack and how he seems to think Stede is just a passing fascination, so I won't repeat myself. But this is not the first nor will it be the last time a character fundamentally misunderstands how much Ed cares about Stede. Izzy in Season 1 legitimately believes that Stede's death will force Ed back to normal, to the extent that he does not even try to comfort or console Ed during Stede's almost-execution. And he is caught totally caught off guard when Ed gives up his life to save Stede's.

Ned Low demonstrates an awareness of something being there, but he dismisses it the same way Jack did: Ed only cares about Stede because he's new and interesting. Ed will move on once that shiny new pirate smell wears off. "Ed only cares because you're interesting" and "Ed only cares because you're inexperienced".

These are easy assumptions to make when you only have one half of the picture. And when you don't understand that Ed exists as a multi-faceted whole thinking person outside of his Blackbeard persona and piracy. The distinction between "Blackbeard" and "Ed" was made very early on (Ed introducing himself as "Ed") and reinforced later with "His name is Ed". When other characters refer to Ed, it's useful to ask: are they talking about Ed or Blackbeard? Ed and Blackbeard are not fundamentally distinct personalities, but Blackbeard is a performance and a mask Ed puts on. His arc at the end of Season 2 deals with reconciling his past, Blackbeard, The Kraken, and all these other facets of himself into one cohesive person who is just called Ed.

Yeah, Ed is fascinated by Stede's things. His fabrics, his wardrobe, the model ship, the secret passages, the books. But even from their first meeting, Ed and Stede are not just connecting over Stede's clothes and his books. Ed is sharing his love of soft things with someone for probably the first time in his life, he's being vulnerable and truthful. He remains guarded through their first interactions, but he's being more open and candid than Blackbeard would be. "Do you fancy a fine fabric?" is not a question Blackbeard would answer honestly. And when Ed casually makes the reveal ("I'm Blackbeard") in the auxiliary wardrobe, Stede does not treat him any differently after the fact. Everyone else is like "big scary pirate Blackbeard!!" but Stede is like "That's Ed :) He's my friend :) He's very cool and he likes fabrics and did I mention he is my friend?? :)"

Ned Low, Izzy Hands, and Jack all ask the question Why does Blackbeard care so much about this fucking muppet? and collectively decide it must be because Stede clearly does not know what he's doing and/or he has a lot of cool stuff and Ed is into that shit. And there is a part of Ed who probably did at one point think it was just Stede's stuff he was into, that he just wanted what Stede had and then realized it was not about the fancy stuff it was about Stede as a person. That is why Ed starts to really fall for Stede at the end of "The Best Revenge is Dressing Well". They have their intimate moment and Ed is like oh fuck I might be in love with this guy for real oh fuccccck I want to kiss him so baddddd oh shit oh fuck. I've always been of the (maybe controversial? idk) opinion that Ed was flirting during their first meeting and making it obvious as possible he was DTF if Stede was into that, which is the maximum amount of physical intimacy and wanting Ed could allow himself to express without getting scared. He wasn't full bright lights in love with Stede at first sight, but he was infatuated at first conversation.

Interestingly, we never see this on the other side. It is always assumed that Stede just doesn't understand Ed, that he doesn't understand how Ed really feels about him and if he only knew The Real Ed (Blackbeard) he wouldn't have so many soft feelings. In Season 2, Stede is continuously confused when people suggest Ed might try to kill him. Because Stede alone knows that the last time Ed tried that, he ended up having a panic attack and hiding in Stede's bathtub. Izzy tries to pull the whole "you don't know him like I do" and Stede rebukes that fucking instantly by describing Ed's entire mindset in a single sentence while Izzy was just last season struggling to understand Ed's sudden shift in behavior. Izzy sees a change in Ed's behavior and is at a loss to understand, while Stede sees a change in Ed's behavior and instantly clocks what is going on.

"You don't actually know him" is how outsiders rationalize Stede's feelings about Ed and "he's just a momentary bit of fun" is how outsiders rationalize Ed's feelings for Stede.

The key to these intimate moments between Ed and Stede is that they really are between Ed and Stede. Ed never shares these memories with anyone. Even when he's talking with Mary Read in "Fun and Games", he brings up the stabbing because it's relevant and then tries to brush it off a little by saying he had to force Stede to do it and calling Stede "fragile". He does not even allude to the intimacy of that moment and his own being vulnerable. Stede and Lucius are the only people Ed reveals those parts of himself to.

[femmenature]

Good luck, Babe!

Pairing: Ellie Williams x f! reader (ofc)

Summary: Ellie is your best friend, or so you tell yourself after you're done kissing and doing things that friends don't normally do. But that's over since you have a boyfriend, and you're pretending to be something you're not.

Warnings: Inappropriate language, infidelity, mentions of sex, jealousy.

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Your “friendly” relationship with Ellie was not easy, even if it seemed quite the opposite when you were alone with no one watching. You couldn't explain when this happened. When you started to see each other as more than friends, your mind blurs as you try to remember when her hands fit so well with yours and when the songs she played on her guitar started to play just for you. You think you don't remember because nerves make your brain melt, and your heart melt too. She's the only one who can do it, and losing control of the situation makes you despair. That's what led you to cut everything off, actually, you don't even know what you cut off. You couldn't define what you had, you were and still are friends. You broke the unexpected news about your new boyfriend with your friends, she was there too. It was an impulsive act because you knew you couldn't tell her alone.

“girl, congratulations I'm so happy for you!” exclaimed Dina happily as she hugged you.

“It's about time, isn't it?” Jesse joked as he playfully undoes your hair.

As soon as Dina broke the hug Ellie's face came into your view. She didn't say anything, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed trying to decipher what the fuck was going on. She looked at you with a hint of sadness but also with a claim, she wanted to claim so many things, she wanted to get angry and demand so much from you. Her heart was ready to tell you to give her back everything you were taking from her at that moment but on the other side she was dying to ask you not to do it, not to leave her, not to give up, to stay with her.

“I'm happy for you, good luck” but that's all that came out of her mouth, it seemed that the last words carried an ironic tone, but only you noticed it, because you knew very well what she was trying to tell you.

After that day it was obvious that your friendship wasn't the same, you didn't hang out alone, you only hung out with Jesse and Dina, and it was better that way. Or that's what you were trying to tell yourself. Your thoughts were interrupted by Dina, who texted you to party tonight. Obviously we were all going to go, she has great convincing power. The problem is that your boyfriend is going too, and Ellie is going to meet him. You had double dates with Jesse and Dina, they ended up being double dates because Ellie conveniently always canceled when she found out your boyfriend was going too. But I guess that changed today, or it would be too suspicious if she didn't come again.

“What are you thinking, gorgeous?” ugh, you hated that nickname. Or you just hated it coming out of his mouth. Because you really liked it when it came out of Ellie's.

You faked a smile and sighed before answering your boyfriend “I was just thinking about the party today”

He walks up to you with a cocky smile “I'm going to be with you, you don't have to worry about it” clearly that's not what you were talking about, but you just let it go. “And aren't you excited? I'm finally going to meet your friend Annie”

“It's Ellie. Not Annie” you roll your eyes, you couldn't help it. You were annoyed by something as simple as him mispronouncing her name. But it's her name. How could he mispronounce it? You couldn't hide your annoyance over something so small and it bothered you. It bothered you to know that you are losing control of the situation with the pronunciation of her simple name. You didn't need her presence to be overwhelmed with emotions and that scares you, it scares you too much.

“Chill, Ellie, whatever” his words were vague, he didn't even care about meeting your friends, he just wants to give you satisfaction by pretending he does. It was time to leave for the party and meet your friends there. It was a house, doors open, people kissing on the front steps, Christmas lights adorning the frames, even though the season was long gone. Plastic cups everywhere, laughter and scattered conversations were the decoration of the place but your eyes were only looking for her. A hand touched your shoulder and as you turned around you saw Dina smiling at you and your boyfriend.

“Finally lovebirds, it took forever” you hugged her greeting her and when you rested your face on her shoulder you saw her. Ellie was behind, looking at you, playing with her hands nervously as she looked at him and then quickly to the floor. As if it was the most eccentric thing ever. You broke away from Dina and waved to Jesse, then did the same to Ellie.

“Finally, its a pleasure Annie, I was looking forward to meeting you” your boyfriend interrupted the greeting with Ellie, smiling with false honesty. You looked at him angrily, you had literally reminded him of her name a few minutes ago, it seemed like he was doing it on purpose. I was about to remind him again when Ellie cut me off.

“It's nice to meet you Frank” she replied coldly, looking him in the eye. Your boyfriend sighed in frustration and reluctantly replied “My name is Mark”

“I guess the three of us have bad memories, hm?” Ellie tapped his shoulder as she passed and escaped the situation, heading for the bathroom

“all three of us?” Mark looked at you in confusion, trying to guess what she tried to say

You ignored his question and decided to confront Ellie once and for all, entering the bathroom without knocking. Her hands were resting on the marble countertop and her head was down. “What are you doing here” she didn't even need to see you to know it was you. She knows your steps, your perfume, she knows everything about you. “Shouldn't you be with your little boyfriend?” she spat angrily.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? did you really have to leave like that? doesn't it seem too obvious?" you pull your hair back in frustration. She looks at you in disbelief “Are you fucking with me? that's what you're going to tell me? I should be complaining about things”

she herself pointed to her chest, wanting somehow to make you understand what she is saying “you come all this way to point out to me that I am being obvious when you didn't even give me a reason to stop being obvious. You just showed up one day exclaiming you had a boyfriend and all I could do was step aside and let you go” her hand went back to the bathroom counter, squeezing it ”when you didn't give me any reason to do so. And I don't know how you do it but it's not easy for me to stop loving you overnight, so I'm sorry for not disguising it the way you would want me to” Her hand reached for the door handle but your back instantly pressed against the door closing it again.

“You know it wasn't the right thing to do, what we were doing” her hand was still on the door handle as she looked you in the eyes “then why are you blocking my way?” she whispered as her heart was racing. And all you wanted to tell her was the truth. Because you couldn't let her go like that, because she's all you want, all you long for, but your mouth said something else “we were nothing, just confused friends.”

She laughed under her breath with sarcasm “Is it so hard for you to say it's love? I want you to tell me something” she let out a sigh ”When you see his face when he gets up, do you recognize yourself? Really, when you look at yourself in the mirror, do you know yourself?” Your eyes betrayed you and looked quickly at the mirror next to you, returning your gaze quickly to her, with a hint of embarrassment ”Because I have no idea who you are. And when you finally wake up from your lie after so many years of living a sham, the only thing you're going to get from me is an I told you so.”

your gaze dodges her and your back peels away from the door , leaving the way clear for her to leave the bathroom “and I really would have liked it to be you. Shit, I really do, but if I have to beg you to stay I guess you don't love me enough, and I just want someone who feels the same way I do” her fingers moved closer to yours, trying to caress them, the distance was so deep even though the centimeters were ridiculously short ”I wouldn't care what they say about us, loving you is never going to be something shameful, I never saw it that way. I never felt it that way, I wish you would understand that and stop being afraid. But I can't force you to feel more love than you do.”

The only thing that sounded after that was the door being closed. The feeling of anguish that dwells in your chest feels so heavy that it drags you down to the cold bathroom floor. You hug your legs trying to protect yourself from your own guilt screaming at you from the mirror. Even though you know your shadow's speech by heart, at the end of the day it is yours. And even if you try to hide it's still there, telling you that you will never be happy if you deny yourself what you really love. Why do you need control? You keep telling yourself that it's natural to be with him when you know it's unnatural to force yourself to touch his face when your heart doesn't want to. And the most real you ever felt in life was with her. It makes you sick to know that you have to go home to him and have to put up with the lack of love you feel, or don't feel. So you get up from the bathroom, and when you see yourself in the mirror, the only thing you think is that you want to know yourself again, and you know who knows you well enough to remind you of who you are.

In a hurried step you opened the door and looked for her through the crowd, not finding her silhouette you left the house, ignoring the calls of your friends and Frank. Her car was in sight, you would recognize it anywhere since on starry nights we drove around in it listening to music. The lights came on, indicating that she was inside, about to leave, and you rushed over, opening the passenger door, without permission, and sat down. “What are you doing? You really have a problem with opening doors unexpectedly” she scowled at you.

“I'm an idiot. And you're right, everything you said to me in the bathroom, you're right. But you were wrong about one thing” you swallowed nervously looking into her eyes with sincerity ”I love you as much as you love me. And yes, fear paralyzed me, the lack of control over my feelings made me make a stupid and senseless decision. I overflowed with love, I really did. And not being able to hold that back and put it in its place I ran away. This is not a justification, nor is it an excuse. I'm just telling you the truth, I want to be me again, and I was never more myself than when I'm with you. I don't want to be afraid of love. I don't want to walk away from you.”

"Then don't do it" her hand rested on your leg, caressing it with her thumb "let me remind you who you are" her hands unbuckled her car seatbelt and she approached me, resting her forehead on mine "let me love you like he could never do" and without saying anything, you kissed her like you never did before. Without fear.

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I guess she told you so!

[usagiarchive]

angel of the codeine scene — [06] who i am, who am i?

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sypnosis. [ 1.3k words. no warnings. ] — as the dream gets more vivid, so does your will to discover who you truly are to Xiao.

usagi's note: i didn't attend my class today, so here i edited this early just because hehe, also wdyt aby my new theme (ily clorinde)

You dream of him once again.

Xiao.

And you know it really is him because you hear what he says this time. He talks to you the same way he did when he told you not to leave him again.

It's unfamiliar to you, the tone he speaks in, you don't know it's name, you don't know what to make of it, but you can feel it in the dreams.

And this time, when you wake, you remember bits and pieces of the dream. Some still slip from the net of your mind, but you remember those that linger.

This time it was in a field.

(Xiao was walking beside you, it felt like you were watching a show. You couldn't hear what he was talking about, but the place you're in was familiar.

And you know you've seen this while on patrol with him.

You can see his mouth moving but you can't hear what he's saying.

When he turns to look at you and smiles…

You wake.)

It leaves you more frustrated, being so close to finding out who Xiao really is to you- or rather who you are to him, but the dream remnants keep slipping and you're forced to leave the dream memories.

You have to find answers.

…

Verr sees you at dawn, fully dressed and carrying a satchel of your books and papers.

“Oh, where are you going, sweetheart?”

You halt in place, “The harbor, Miss Verr, I’m going to meet Baizhu-yisheng,”

Her eyebrow raises, “This early?”

“It's an emergency,”

“Wouldn't it be faster with your Adeptus?” she asks, but before she could finish with her question, you were already out of the room.

“Bye, Miss Verr!”

…

See, lying to the woman who took care of you constantly when Xiao wasn't around did make you feel very guilty. But you weren't exactly sure if Xiao would allow you to talk to Ganyu alone.

The past few weeks he has been more present, he eats with you now, asks how your lessons with Baizhu have gone, he keeps you closer during patrols.

After that… kiss (as you've learned from Baizhu, who was very surprised to have learned that Xiao was the one who initiated), he has been somewhat closer to you. More allowing of touch and help.

But he still does not talk much and the dreams get more and more vivid as the time passes.

At the bridge of the harbor, you felt the restrictions Morax had told you about, it was a miracle you even made it this far.

You could see the gold threads in your veins pulsing with light under your sleeves as you fought to walk all the way to Ganyu’s workplace.

Your body and mind keeps telling you you should turn back, return to Xiao, be by his side. But you know you have to get answers.

The dreams are dreams, and as you've told Morax, it has to mean something.

The man of course did not answer your inquiries, only telling you that he'll tell you in due time, sometime soon, he says.

The moment you make it, Madame Ping is there. She urges you to sit as she sees your barely conscious form, as she retrieves Ganyu for you.

The headache feels like you're about to split your head.

…

Ganyu is more than happy to tell you what she knows, but it also leaves you at a dead end.

“We were in different encampments during the war,” she explains, “I stayed with Madam Guizhong, while he stayed with Rex Lapis,”

She puts a finger to her chin as she thinks, “Though I did hear from Indarias that he had a human with him most of time, he became um… what's the term, a bodyguard! Yes, he became a bodyguard for them,”

“Did… did you know anything else about them?”

Ganyu shakes her head, “No, sadly, after that news, the Great War descended rapidly, and I lost contact with Xiao and the other Adepti for a while,”

“The next time we met was when Rex Lapis was hailed as the Geo Archon and we were rebuilding Liyue,”

You stared down at the cup of tea at defeat. The headache was even worse and Ganyu noticed it.

“Hey, are you sure you don't want to take this back to Wangshu Inn?” she asks.

“No, he'll know I'm here if we return,”

“Can't he sense you?”

You shake your head, “No, I learned how to conceal adeptal energy from Morax-shen,”

Her face goes into surprise, “That's… very impressive, wow, not even a millenia old and you've already mastered it?”

She smiles at you, “You're learning well,”

“Thank you,” you smile, then sigh, “I still haven't found out who that human was to him…”

It's Madame Ping that speaks now, “The human was a healer,” she began.

She pours another cup of tea for her and Ganyu as she continues, “The reason he was assigned to them was because healers were the first to be killed off.”

“In a war, it makes sense to do such a thing to ensure brute force and violence would hail victory,”

She places the teapot down, “The Conqueror of Demons fell in love with that human.”

Ganyu shows surprise as everything clicks for you. But it doesn't make sense, if they fell in love with that human, why am I having dreams about their time together?

“She died during the war,” Madame Ping tells you gravely.

“Oh.”

“How cruel,” Ganyu whispers.

A new voice joins the discussion, “After the war, he was assigned to Wangshu Inn as his base of operations,”

“Morax-shen!”

He smiles, “I wasn't informed there was a tea party,” he says as he takes a seat.

You say nothing as you watch him sip on the cup.

“Will you tell me now?”

His eyes flit to you, “I suppose it is time,”

…

He feels the pull of the life bond the moment you're out of the radius.

Why? he keeps asking his mind, Why would you leave? Where would you go? Did you leave on your own or were you taken? Why would you leave him again?

He can't find you, he can't sense you, and he's going insane. Xiao warps to the highest point of Wangshu Inn and desperately tries to find you.

He can feel your anguish, the pulsing of your veins, but he can't sense where you are.

Just come back. Please, just come back.

He can hear his heart thrumming in his chest, his throat tightens, and he- he realises this is exactly how he felt when he couldn't find you.

When he couldn't save you.

“Xiao…” the wind carries your voice to him.

Just like last time.

“...Find me where we last departed…”

What?

…

Morax has told you the truth.

What exactly is wrong with Xiao, but that he has no idea how to treat it, only to temper the symptoms.

Who exactly you are to Xiao, how you were that human from half a century ago, how you died during a camp invasion as they were busy fighting off in the North.

How you were made specifically for Xiao. Not only so that you can heal him, but also because you were his lover.

It made sense. A god wanting his warrior a chance to rest. To live the life he was unable to when he wasin the war.

Rex Lapis was a merciful god.

He tells you where you died.

…

Xiao find you in the same river where you died in his arms.

He stares, not knowing what to do.

Was this punishment? Did he really piss his god off that he was given you and you were to be killed again in front off him? In the same place you were taken from him all those years ago?

Instead he hears you hum a song he has not heard of in a long time.

A song he taught to the past you.

Lover's Oath.

He takes one step forward and the water beneath his feet makes a splash.

You turn.

The breath in his lungs disappates.

“Xiao,” you smile, “I'm back,”

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[yanderes-galore]

Fandom: HOTD

Character: Daemon Targaryen

Pairing: Platonic

Type of fic: Concept

Extra info: Daemon sees fem!Reader as a daughter, even if she's not his own child. (Whether she's Alicent's daughter or Rhaenyra's daughter is up to you)

-🥝 anon

OOO! DAD DAEMON? Let me try my best at this. Hope this wasn't too OOC?

Yandere! Platonic! Daemon Targaryen with Daughter! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Murder, Blood, Mild gore/Grotesque descriptions, Isolation, Spying, Dubious companionship.

If Daemon was your biological father, you'd have to be a bastard he had with another woman who he then took in as his daughter.

Regardless... Daemon seems like an intimidating father?

Of course he's going to be fiercely protective and most likely never hurt his daughter, yet he may sometimes scare you.

He's a man of action, ambition, and murder.

So... by the sound of that... he isn't the most traditional father.

By Targaryen standards, that probably sounds about right though.

I don't think Daemon is very nurturing either as he isn't around his other daughters most of the time.

He's off doing his own thing, most likely wooing ladies or looking for more combat.

Yet when it comes to you, he's... oddly attentive?

Most of the time you are with Rhaenyra.

Especially if he takes you in as his own near when the family falls apart after his brother's death.

Daemon's treatment of you would be unfair.

Which would be even stranger if you were a bastard he sired at one point in time.

He's not known to see his children often.

He still does since he cares for them, but it's like he isn't sure how to be... there for them?

Even with you, who's seemingly his favorite for one reason or another, he seems unsure how to approach you at times.

He may also just be bad with daughters.

After all, you aren't meant to get yourself covered in blood like he is.

You're a Targaryen, perhaps even one with a dragon of your own, yet Daemon is the one who primarily fights for you.

Daemon doesn't care what others think about him when it comes to you.

You're his daughter, he recognizes that.

It's just strange to many that he actually seems to try and be caring to you.

He'll have you meet his daughters, he'll allow you around Rhaenyra's boys.

While many would think he'd be absent...

For some reason he isn't with you?

It's not quite coddling... He's just more involved than he is with the others.

He oversees your dragon riding, he often turns down betrothals proposed to you...

He's protective and caring in his own way.

It even gets a bit... overwhelming for you.

When he does leave to go attend other duties, it's like he always knows what you're doing.

Knowing Daemon, wouldn't surprise me if he hired someone to keep tabs on you.

If he can't be there, he'll find other ways to know what you're doing.

Daemon wouldn't really go out of his way to teach his darling to fight.

Although you'd most likely learn at some point due to the fact you're around children who know how to.

He doesn't really want you fighting, but accepts you at least learning how.

He's not the most affectionate father, his brother was probably better at that for the most part (Stretching it)...

But he's certainly protective.

Daemon would not accept you being bad mouthed.

The people may whisper about you, they always do when it comes to Targaryens.

Yet if Daemon ever catches them?

He'll cut out their tongue and make things bloody.

He's known for being a ruthless warrior.

Many fear him for that and that's why many avoided him being king.

You know your father is this way.

But while he may argue with Rhaenyra or get into physical altercations with others...

He's strangely gentle with you.

He loves you, he really does.

Most of the time he shows if by protecting your honor... in the most brutal way possible.

Sometimes, however... He enjoys holding his beloved daughter, just to feel a bit more grounded.

Especially when he's at Harrenhal, he most likely wishes to take you with him...

All those nightmares are going to break him, know that?

Daemon is no traditional father, yet overprotective fits him.

As time goes on he may go from mostly absent to involved.

He loves your smile and can't believe how pretty you've become.

That also means he isn't going to betroth you to just anyone.

Oftentimes when lords ask to marry you to their sons for negotiations and politics, Daemon turns hostile and dismissive.

"Leave her out of this, she will not be some broodmare for your son."

Does this lose some political connections or causes tension? Sometimes.

Daemon doesn't care, he's always been a selfish man.

His daughter isn't going to have such a fate.

You'll stay beside him, under his protection, for as long as he can pull it off.

If he finds someone for you, then he will approve of any marriages.

Most of the time when others bring it up he just wants to feed them to Caraxes.

Having a daughter during this time period is meant to be a way to get heirs, yes.

But Daemon cares more about your protection than that.

Daemon could be considered manipulative for making his daughter only trust him...

Again, he doesn't care.

Yandere! Daemon as a father is overprotective no matter the cost.

While not the most affectionate, he keeps an eye on his daughter.

Even when he's not around, you know Daemon has you in mind.

How could you not when you hear news of him slaughtering some other poor fool for bringing you up?

Some may call him overprotective, but to Daemon...

This is his form of love...

He doesn't plan to let you go until he approves of it... If he ever will.

[idiopath-fic-smile]

for @msilverstar, who gave generously to Somos Un Pueblo Unido, and asked for something involving the WAR teachers. So have some headcanons about Ms. Hucheloup (whose classroom Enjolras and co use for the ABC).

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When Susan Hucheloup finally gets away from grading papers long enough to slip off to the teachers' lounge, Mr. Walker is in the middle of a rant, to Dahlia, who absolutely doesn't care.

"—and I almost had to send Enjolras home yesterday," Walker's saying. "He was wearing a shirt slandering the president—in the middle of the war! It was disgusting, not to mention distracting to students who wanted to learn—"

Susan's ears prick up. "I assume the reason you didn't was Tinker Vs. Des Moines?" she says mildly.

"What?" Walker pivots towards Susan, coffee cup frozen halfway to his mouth, which is bobbing open like a fish.

"The Supreme Court—" Susan starts.

"I know Tinker Vs Des Moines," Walker snaps. "It's my goddamn subject."

"So you obviously know it would violate his first First Amendment rights, to actually—"

Walker cuts her off again. "You know what, Susan? I have had it to here, and I don't need to hear it from you." His eyes narrow. "Any idea of how he heard about it?"

Susan crosses the room, drops a tea bag in a clean mug. "Maybe his last history teacher told him," she says. "Maybe his parents. Maybe he read one of those books that tries to get kids excited about civic participation." She shrugs. "I really couldn't say, it's not my subject."

The bell rings.

Dahlia glances up from her newspaper. "George, don't you have a class this hour?"

At that, Walker hurries out the door, undrunk coffee forgotten on the counter. Good. She hopes it goes cold before he remembers it's there.

"Enjolras and some of his friends asked me if they can use my classroom on Mondays after school," Susan tells Dahlia, filling her mug with hot water. "They want to start a social justice club." "What'd you tell them?" asks Dahlia, standing to dump Walker's coffee in the sink.

"I said, 'Absolutely.' But now I'm thinking, they might want to meet a few times a week. And maybe they'd want some art supplies, to make protest signs and stuff?"

"And what budget does that come out of?" says Dahlia, raising her eyebrows.

Susan smiles. "The sheer fucking spite fund."

[koremakaria]

Embracing the Shadow.

There's still good in him! I know. There's still ... good in him.

And so we come to an end but then all ends are just another beginning. I simply adore this drama and how it deals with embracing the dark side of human nature.

In the epic final fight against the Supreme God, we have both the first incarnation of the Chaos Pearl and Saint Emperor Zhaoming together with the current incarnation of the Chaos Pearl and Demon Lord Zhaoming. It's the beginning and the end working together to effectively end an oppressive regime.

You have on one side the beginning of the cycle and you have on the other side the current/ end product of the great cycle of fate.

When the Supreme God is defeated, the Demon Lord has to make a decision. Endure punishment again or let the world burn. I love that he gets to see his old work station once more. Hello paperwork! .... how I miss you? Said the Demon Lord ... probably. In any case, he got to see the beginning of his life again and be reminded of who he was before Fate effectively cursed him with false memories.

Then he gets to meet his love, again. Pearl is different from Mu Xuanling because she represents innocence, good will, and optimism. While they are the same soul, they are in different stages of life experience. Here, the Demon Lord is glad to see his love but said that he's not the man she loves because he harbors dark thoughts. To be fair, Zhaoming probably had them too but he didn't let the darkness take over the goodness in him.

Demon Lord: 'what if I don't care about the world?'

Pearl: 'then I'll accompany you to the very end. Even if the world throw curses at you. I accept you for who you are'

She embraces the darkness in him knowing that there is still good in him. That's why she's crying the whole time because she has an unbreakable trust in his goodness even when he had already endured so much. Even when he stops believing in himself, she never did. She already knows what he would do. In turn this allows him to embrace his own darkness. Rather than letting it control him, he controls the darkness. Darkness then becomes just another part of him. All three incarnations of him shares one soul and so they are the same person with different experiences. By embracing the shadow he gets to decide who to be and eventually how to live moving forward. Embracing the shadow made whole once more.

I just love that the drama was allowed to portray this. Because the shadow represents dark thoughts and negative emotions we often feel we have to repressed but that we all have. To be human is to have feelings both positive and negative and be mature enough to exert control over them.

My ONE criticism is that they should have included the epilogue from the novel. I only peeked at the end but I really wanted to see the children. Hao Yi and Hao Er ... maybe another time.