#I am willing to bet I know what you two had for breakfast that morning

[gonzodangerfeels]

It's definitely a talent

I can play a kick drum with mine.

We call it the weight of the situation above you

[elllisaaa]

Svt reaction to first time kissing their cheek 🤭

first time kissing seventeen cheek

-> pairing : svt × gn!reader

-> words count : 3k words

-> genre : fluff

-> sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my first language.

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

It was on one of the rare days where you were both off of work. You took advantage of that to sleep later than usual, and when you woke up, Cheol was already ready to start his day. You could hear noises and the distant sound of music coming from the kitchen, and you followed the enticing scent of whatever your boyfriend was cooking. You came up behind him, circling his waist with your arms and pressing yourself against his back. All this felt so domestic, it made Seungcheol’s heart crave for more of these little moments. You haven’t been together for long, but instants like these made him realize how attached to you he was. He turned around to look at you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear : “Good morning baby, did you sleep well ?” You nodded, and stood on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek softly. “Thank you for the breakfast Cheolie, bet it tastes amazing.” The look on his face made you giggle a little before he engulfed you in a big hug. He didn’t want you to see how flustered he was, but he was dying inside over how cute you were.

YOON JEONGHAN

“It’s 2 am Y/N, I’m not going to go get you ice cream now, can’t you wait until tomorrow ?” - “Please Hannie ! I’ll do anything you want !” The mischievous smile spreading on Jeonghan’s lips told you that maybe, you shouldn’t have said that. You knew how much of a menace he was, and maybe you should be afraid of what he was going to ask for in exchange for the chocolate ice cream you’ve been craving. “Anything I want ?” - “Yes, I just want my ice cream.” - “Okay. Then kiss my cheek.” You looked at him in disbelief. You were waiting for something more demanding, like doing some chores for him, or buying him dinner the next time you would go out together. But no, and you smiled at the pout aborning his lips when you took too long to give him his kiss. You leaned over the kitchen counter and kissed his cheek, smiling even more when you noticed the faint blush covering his cheeks. “You could’ve just asked for a kiss if you wanted one, Hannie.” - “Don’t push your luck, or you’re not getting your ice cream.” You kissed his cheek again, and suddenly, he was willing to go out every night to get you ice cream. 

HONG JOSHUA

You’ve been working on your assignment for almost two hours when Joshua came back from work. You greeted him and asked him if he had a good day, while still writing and taking notes about your homework. “You should take a break angel.” - “Yeah, I know, I just want to finish this part and then I’ll stop for today.” He kissed your forehead before heading to the kitchen to bring you and himself a glass of water. He knew you too well, and when you were studying all day long, you didn’t always think about drinking water or even eating. Joshua saw a plate beside you, so he knew you had food, but he couldn’t spot any sign of water. He put the glass of water beside your laptop and kissed your forehead once more. But before he could go back to the kitchen to prepare dinner for both of you, you grabbed him by his wrist. “Thank you Shua.” And just like that, you kissed his cheek before casually going back to your assignment. But you must know that when you kissed him, he would always kiss you back, and give you one hundred more for the fun of it. 

MOON JUNHUI

Jun had asked you to come over tonight, because he missed you and because he had a long day and needed to see you to completely relax. Both of you were currently laying in his bed and cuddling, laptop open with a movie playing. When you started to move around as if you wanted to get up, Jun whined and tried to pull you back, but you only giggled and still got out from under the covers. “I’m just going to the bathroom baby ! I’ll be back before you know it.” But your boyfriend was sulking, and even if he was cute, you had the perfect idea in mind to distract him. You leaned in and kissed his cheek before running out of his room. Jun stayed there, fingers brushing against the spot you just kissed. When what you did really hit him, he felt his cheeks heat up immediately. And he was still trying to process this kiss when you came back and snuggled up to him again. “You can’t do that, baby !”, he scolded you. “Why’s that ?” - “Because you’re too cute, you’re going to kill me one of these days !” But you just smiled, and kissed his cheek again. Yeah, you were definitely going to kill him. 

KWON SOONYOUNG

“But I was saving these cookies for today specifically ! And you ate them ! That’s a betrayal !” Soonyoung had been screaming for almost five minutes about the last cookies you ate, and how you couldn’t even consider yourself his partner if you did things like this. Obviously, you weren’t taking these comments to heart because he was always like this when it came to food. And honestly, you knew Soonyoung had a long week and that he was probably tired. “I’m sorry baby, I really didn’t know you were saving them. Next time let me know and I won’t touch them, okay ? I promise.” Your boyfriend huffed, arms crossed on his chest as he stared at the empty pack of cookies still sitting on the kitchen counter. You grabbed his hands, forcing him to uncross his arms and let you step closer. “I’ll go and buy you new cookies, how’s that sound ?” - “Good…” You smiled and decided to kiss him in hopes it would cheer him up. Your plan must have worked because the next second he was holding you close and telling you all about his shitty day at work while you were caressing his hair. All he needed was a little push. 

JEON WONWOO

Since you knew Wonwoo and his members would have a long day of practice because of the comeback coming soon, you doubted that he would take time to take care of himself today. So you decided to take it upon yourself and bring them all food and drinks, and it also allowed you to spend at least one hour with your boyfriend. Because between his job and yours, it was sometimes difficult to spend time together. And Wonwoo would’ve sworn he fell even more in love with you - if it was even possible - when you entered the practice room, with your arms full of bags filled with food for everyone. The fact that you were loving his members as much as he did, and that you took care of them and he was warming up his heart. “You didn’t have to do all that pretty.” - “I know, but I also know you wouldn’t have stopped for a minute if I didn’t come by. And you need to rest.” - “You’re an angel, I’m so lucky to have you.” You smiled at him, and kissed his cheek before handing him a bag filled with his favorite food. Wonwoo kissed you back, heart beating faster and with the conviction that he would marry you one day. 

LEE JIHOON

You often come by your boyfriend’s studio. Because of his hectic schedule, it was not always easy to go out on dates, or for dinner. But both of you preferred to stay in, and you loved to stay with him when he was working on his music. You found it fascinating that he could create such melodies as if it was natural for him, and he was always willing to explain everything he was doing to you. Plus, you were his muse, his inspiration, so it really was a win-win that you were there with him so often. But some nights, he would stay very late, and you would always end up falling asleep on the couch or on Jihoon’s lap. Tonight was one of those nights. You had a tiring day at work, but you still insisted on coming to see him and ended up falling asleep in his arms. “Can we go home soon ?” Your sleepy voice straddled Jihoon, and he pushed your hair away from your face, smiling at seeing you still half-asleep. “Yes jagi, I’m almost finished.” - “Okay… I love you.” And you kissed his cheek before nuzzling back into his neck and going back to sleep. But Jihoon couldn’t get over it, smiling like a lovesick fool - which he was because he immediately wrapped up his things and got you back home.

LEE SEOKMIN

“I’m home baby !” Seokmin announced as he took off his shoes, and dropped the bag full of food on the kitchen counter. You were too busy today to go grocery shopping, so your boyfriend offered to do it instead when he got off of work. He started to put away everything that needed to be refrigerated, while you got out of your office to help him. You worked from home today, and you had a lot to do, but you could at least take a break to help Seokmin. You kissed his shoulder and you passed behind him to put away everything that was going in the cupboards. “How was your day, baby ?” - “It was normal, nothing to say about it, except the fact that Soonie came to practice with a new tiger shirt.” - “I can’t say I’m surprised.” You rummaged through the bag until you found something that caught your attention. It was one of your favorite snacks, but they were hard to find, and the only shop that was selling them was thirty minutes away. “Did you get them just for me ?” - “Oh, yeah ! Thought you might use them with all the stressful things you have to deal with this week.” Maybe it was just your long day that was catching up with you, or your boyfriend’s sweetness, but you could almost feel tears pricking your eyes. You stepped towards Seokmin and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Minnie.” The boy chuckled and kissed your cheek right back, the biggest smile illuminating his face. “I’m always here for you baby.”

KIM MINGYU

It was Mingyu’s first date with you, and he was so nervous he thought he would pass out before he even got the chance to go out with you. He had been trying to grow the balls to ask you out for almost two years. You were one of Minghao’s friends, and he presented you to his members when you came back to Korea after having done your studies abroad. And Mingyu fell in love with you on the spot. He tried to get close to you over these two years, and also tried to gather enough courage to ask you out on a date. But when he finally succeeded, everything that could go wrong had gone wrong, as if the universe was reminding him that you were way out of his league, and that it was a miracle that you agreed. “I’m sorry for disappointing you, it wasn’t how I imagined our first date. It probably was the worst one you’ve ever had and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to see me again.” Mingyu felt bad, because he had promised you a dinner at a fancy restaurant, and that you dressed in consequence but you ended up eating an ice cream while walking around a random park in your classy outfits. “What are you talking about ? It was literally the best date of my life. I’ve never laughed so much during a date, and I must be honest, I prefer to spend time with you rather than these fancy restaurants. I like you anyways Gyu.” You stopped him in his tracks, grabbing his hand in yours and kissing his cheek. Maybe it wasn’t the perfect date, but it was for Mingyu who couldn’t help the blush and smile spreading on his cheeks as he walked by your side, fingers intertwined with yours. 

XU MINGHAO

You were aware of how much Minghao loved his members, and of how much they meant to him, so that was why you were so anxious about how it would go. You wanted to make a good impression on them, because you hoped your relationship would last, even if it was fairly new, you really liked him and didn’t want to fuck it up. And your boyfriend was so sweet about it, telling you that they were a lot to handle, but that if you stayed yourself, they would undoubtedly appreciate you. Minghao held your hand under the table the whole night, his thumb unconsciously brushing against your knuckles and sometimes giving it a little squeeze to reassure you. When both of you left and he walked you home, you were still holding hands. “- Do you think it went well ?” - “It did honey, don’t worry. How could they not like you ? You’re amazing.” You chuckled shyly, and kissed his cheek before turning your head away from his intense stare. “I was anxious mainly because I knew how important it was for you, and I plan on staying in your life for a little while, so I wanted to get along with them.” Minghao pulled you closer to him by your hand so he could kiss the crown of your hair. “Good thing they appreciated you, and good thing I want you to stay for as long as you want to, then.”

BOO SEUNGKWAN

You wanted to surprise your boyfriend by coming to his concert to see him perform. You never had the chance to, and you were dying to. So when he told you about their concert that was going to be on one of your days off, you jumped on the occasion. But you wanted it to be a complete surprise, so you told him you couldn’t come, and did anyway. The moment Seungkwan saw you in the crowd, his vision got blurry because of his tears, but he tried to keep his composure anyway. But as soon as he was backstage and he saw you smiling at him with your arms open, he didn’t hesitate one bit before running to you. “You told me you couldn’t come, you liar.” Seungkwan wanted to sound tough and tease you but he was just so happy that you were here, he couldn’t help the smile spreading on his lips. “I wanted to surprise you.” - “Well… You did.” You chuckled and held him tighter, turning your head to the side so you could kiss his cheek. “You did so good, baby, I’m so proud of you.” Seungkwan felt like he could cry again, but he simply held you closer, overwhelmed by the feeling of being loved, by the feeling of being loved by you. And words couldn’t even express how much this simple kiss meant to him. 

CHWE HANSOL

Taking advantage of the fact that you didn’t work this weekend, you decided to spend a calm and relaxing afternoon with your boyfriend at home. He currently had his head resting on your lap, laying on the couch while you were quietly playing with his hair and holding your book with the other one. You were not the most social person, and you always preferred to stay in rather than going out, and you were glad that Hansol was just like you. Some music was playing as a background noise, and you couldn’t help but smile at seeing your boyfriend so peaceful. You leaned in and kissed his cheek, before going back to your book like nothing happened. But Hansol just stared up at you with the most lovestruck gaze, flustered. You looked down at him once more, a little smirk playing on your lips. “What ?” - “You never did this before.” - “Oh, yeah, I won’t do it again if you don’t like it. You just looked cute like that.” And Hansol felt the need to look away from you, because it didn’t feel right to make eye contact with the deity you were. “I wouldn’t mind if you did it again.” You giggled heartedly and kissed his other cheek, your smile widening when Hansol nuzzled against your tummy to hide his blush. And both of you were asking yourselves how you could’ve been so lucky to find each other. 

LEE CHAN

“Love ?” - “Hm ?” - “Could you teach me one of your choreography one day ?” Chan turned to you so quickly it was comical. He had been begging you to let him teach you some of his group dances even before you started to go out together, but you always insisted that you weren’t good at dancing and didn't want to embarrass yourself, especially knowing that your boyfriend was one of the best dancers of the country. So to know that you were giving in made him feel over the moon. “Of course baby !” And that’s how you found yourself in a dance studio, learning the choreo of Chan’s solo song. Even if you couldn’t compete with your boyfriend's style and flow, you were still managing - God knows how - to keep up with him and not look too ridiculous. and even when you felt like you did everything the wrong way, Chan was complimenting you, a big , proud smile on his face. As you were leaving the company, you kissed him on his cheek, making him stop in his tracks and touching the spot you kissed with his eyes wide open. “What was that for ?” - “It’s me paying you back for teaching me your choreo even if I’m not as good as you.” He rolled his eyes and took your hand in his, but he couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Stop it, you know I’ve been begging for you to dance with me. Plus you could’ve been an idol with the way you’re dancing.” You knew it wasn’t true, but in his eyes, it was.

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[dalleyan]

Elfwine Chronicles (new LoTR stories, Adventures of Theodred, Son of Eomer, ch 14 posted, 6-10-23)

Theodred's adventures as he travels with Freahelm, trying to find a direction for his life.  (Adventure, Drama, Angst, Romance, Family, Humor) (19 chapter story)

 Chapter 14  -  (begins March, 45 IV)

“Well, at least I suppose we may assume they have resolved their differences,” Freahelm commented, biting into some toast at breakfast.

Arawine and Theodred had disappeared into Arawine’s room at the King’s House after their reunion in the street the previous day, and not been seen since.  Servants had taken them supper, but Theodred had not returned to the Steward’s house, and Freahelm was willing to bet the two had stayed up all night talking.  He had considered taking some fresh clothing to his friend, but he had known the twins too long to think Theodred wouldn’t just turn up wearing something of Arawine’s, so he didn’t bother with it.

Faramir glanced up at the comment and smiled.  “Yes, I think that much is true, and I am very pleased to see it.  Boromir and I were that close, and I know what anguish it would have brought me to be at odds with him for so long a time.”

As Freahelm excused himself from the table, Eowyn teased, “You did not eat very much.” 

The young man grinned. “Perhaps I will seek more later!”

Eowyn let out a hearty laugh, knowing full well exactly what he had in mind.  “Well, if you do, give my regards to Gimilzor and Belwen!”

Freahelm tossed off a salute of affirmation and jauntily strolled from the room to the sound of the Steward’s chuckles.  Once outside, he paused briefly to breathe deeply of the spring air, then turned eagerly toward the gate to the lower levels and a certain bakery of which he was particularly fond.

Freahelm’s assessment had been accurate – the twins had stayed up most of the night talking and clearing the air between them.  In the wee hours, they had at last fallen asleep, not to awaken until late morning, when they finally washed and ventured forth.  As it was really almost dinnertime anyway, they decided to combine both breakfast and dinner into one meal, and since Theodred was eager to introduce Arawine to Esgalmir, he suggested taking her to dinner with them.

Because he had slept in his own clothes, which were also rather stale, he borrowed something from Arawine and the two set out for the Fourth Level and Anbarad’s stationery shop. Elbragol greeted them as they entered, but knew that Theodred preferred conducting business with Esgalmir and summoned her from the back.

Whenever he was in the shop, Esgalmir always maintained a very reserved manner with him, which Theodred was careful to emulate, so he couched the invitation to dinner in formal terms.  “Lady Esgalmir, as our business yesterday was interrupted by the arrival of my nephew, I was wondering if you might be available to discuss matters further over dinner today?  I will be leaving the city to travel to Edoras soon, so I am rather short on time.”

She paused ever so slightly, then nodded.  “Of course, my lord.  Reaching behind the counter for a tablet of paper and pencil, she moved to get her cloak, though Theodred hastened to assist her with it, and offered his arm as they made their way to the door which Arawine was holding.  Glancing back, Esgalmir said, “Elbragol, I may be a little longer than usual over dinner, depending on how much time our business takes to conclude.”

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[thedarkplume]

A meeting in the gardens

AN: Whew! This one took a minute guys. I'm sorry for the delay, but I recently had a birthday and had a few weeks before and after of "omg, what the hell am I doing with my life???" But now, I'm in a slightly better place than what I was and the first thing I wanted to do was write!

This is the promised follow-up to Ari's story from 'i dream at night i can only see your face'. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you to @localbookshop for allowing me to use the pretty girl in the top left corner and @nix-akimbo who is no longer on tumblr, but gave us this beautiful depiction of tattooed Ari.

Warnings: noncon touching, some swearing, and character death mention

How It Started

“And topping the news this morning, the remains found in the ravine last Saturday has now been identified as Natasha Romanoff. Romanoff, 37, was last seen leaving Stark Industries, and was reported missing by her sister on Tuesday. Authorities are still investigating her death…”

Ari Levinson, switched off his television, wondering why he even bothered watching the news when the world was in such a depressingly dismal state.

Today was supposed to be a good day, a great day if he had anything to say about it. It was Friday, marking his three-day weekend from the clinic, and hopefully, the first of many outings with his Tinder date. But now Ari was having doubts. Since making plans to meet up at the Botanical Gardens, she went MIA on him. From deleting her Tinder account to not answering his texts. Ari would be lying if he said her ghosting him didn’t hurt his feelings a little. He thought that they shared some real chemistry. She was funny and sarcastic, and not to mention beautiful. He hoped that he would see her today.

Ari went about his usual morning routine, showering, trimming his beard, and making breakfast and coffee. He dressed casually in an unbuttoned beige shirt, white undershirt, black jeans, and white Nike’s.

The Botanical Gardens was only a short walk from his apartment, but Ari had the feeling he might need his car today. He sat in the parking lot, enjoying the precious moments of blissful AC before venturing out in the sweltering summer heat again.

I’m here.

He waited a beat before he texted again.

I’m looking forward to finally seeing you in person.

Five minutes went by. Ten minutes went by. When it was nearing twenty and he was officially wasting the gas that he had already spent an outrageous amount of money on, he decided to call.

The line rung twice on his end, before a gruff voice answered. “Who the hell are you and why are you calling my girlfriend?”

Ari’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline from both the man’s aggression and the news that his date had a boyfriend.

“I’m—”

“What are you doing with my phone?”

“Who the fuck is Ari?”

“Don’t talk to me that way, James.”

Ari drummed his fingers against his steering wheel as the silence on the other end of the line stretched.

“I’m sorry, doll, you know I don’t mean it.”

Hearing her low murmurs and the sounds of them kissing turned his stomach. Ari was about to just hang up and cut his losses when she suddenly said, “Ari?”

“Boyfriend, huh?”

“I swear we weren’t together when you and I matched. It just, it just happened suddenly.”

“I get that things happen and you meet people, but you could have at least shown me the courtesy of letting me know what was going on rather than ghosting me.” Ari tried not to let it show how upset he truly was, after all, what were they beyond two strangers on the Internet? He had no obligations to her and she clearly understood she had no obligations to him.

“I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, Ari. Take care.”

She hung up on her end and Ari was willing to bet his life savings that she immediately blocked his number. If she did, it was for naught. Ari had no intentions of getting further involved with a woman who thought no more of discarding him than a child does when they’ve grown bored with a toy.

Still, a part of Ari couldn’t help but be concerned over the anger he had heard in James’s voice. He’d seen that type of anger focused on a partner firsthand. He only hoped her story had a better ending.

Ari leaned back against his seat, weighing his options. He could go back home and sit and stew over something he had no control over. He could pop in at the clinic and risk being scolded by his staff for refusing to take a break.

Ari huffed, turning the key in the ignition and stuffing the keys in his pocket. He was already there, he might as well go inside before dragging his sad self back to Charlotte.

The gardens were as lovely as always, bursting with colors and filled with the fragrant scents of exotic flowers. Visiting the gardens was one of Ari’s more relaxing hobbies. Although, this visit was now tainted by the aftermath of bitter disappointment.

Ari strolled leisurely through the exhibits, doing his best to shake off the bad start to his day. He walked until he found his favorite topiary, the Pegasus monument, he fondly nicknamed Fred. The topiary reminded him of the one he and his mother created back when he was a child, an eight foot tall hog in the likeness of their beloved sow, Mary.

Maybe he would go home next month. He missed the farm and he missed his parents. He knew they could use a hand with his nieces.

Ari went to pull out his phone to snap a few pictures to send to his mother, when he noticed the sound of little sniffles, as though someone was holding back from outright crying.

The little sniffles became shuddering breaths, and Ari knew whoever made those sounds was slowly losing the fight to hold it together.

The sounds came from the other side of Fred.

Just leave it be, Ari. Leave it be.

The mental pep talk failed and Ari found himself slowly inching around the other side of Fred.

The first thing Ari noticed about you, the thing that made him softer towards you even more so than your tears, were the brightly colored scrubs you wore. Ironically, it was the same pattern he had to talk to his assistant out of ordering for everyone at his clinic. You wore your hair swept back into a ponytail. A few mutinous curls escaped, fluttering around your nape and ears in the soft breeze.

Suddenly, your eyes flickered to his, making Ari feel like the worst type of creep watching you the way he was. “Um, hey.” Jesus, let the ground open up and swallow me whole. He was usually more confident than this, but one look in your big, tearful eyes and he was a 6’6 mess of a man.

To his great relief, you smiled back, albeit shakily. “Hey.”

“I don’t mean to be creepy or anything, but are you alright?”

You looked down at your feet, seemingly thinking of how you should answer or if you should answer at all. “I don’t really know.”

“I’m Ari.” Your smile is a little less stiff when you tell him your name. “So, what do you think of Fred?”

“Fred?”

“Yeah,” Ari gestured to the topiary before you. “Doesn’t he look like a Fred to you?”

“I guess he does. I like Fred. He makes me smile when nothing else does.” The light in your eyes faltered. “Why did you name him Fred?”

“I don’t really know,” Ari answered honestly. “It was just a stray thought on one of my visits. ‘Fred looks good today,’ you know?”

You giggled and Ari thought it was the sweetest sound in the world. He hardly noticed that he moved a little closer to you than he originally was until he heard someone say, “you’re a very hard woman to track, sunshine.”

You didn’t seem particularly upset over the abrupt presence of the man with the trashy mustache and shirt that was clearly two sizes too small. “Are you pretending that you didn’t ping my phone’s location to find me?”

“Eh, well, if you answered the fifteen missed calls from myself and Jen, I wouldn’t have had to resort to that.”

Your face fell. “Shit,” you muttered. “Everything happened so fast I didn’t even think about texting her that I’m okay.”

The moment you looked away and at your phone, Mr. Trashy Mustache, who was only a few inches shy of being classified as a 70s pornstache, raked his critical blue eyes over Ari. “Who’s the meathead?”

Your head snapped up and your wide-eyed gaze went from Mr. Trashy Mustache to Ari to him again. “Lloyd!” you hissed, swatting his arm with the back of your hand as he fake winced. “This is Ari. Ari, this is Lloyd. My friend’s husband and resident pain in my ass.”

“Oh!” Lloyd clutched his left boob in faux hurt. “Would a pain in your ass have everything you need to bury the Olympic Asshole and your former boss in the palm of his hand?” he showed you a flash drive. “She tried erasing the camera footage, but it’s all there. I even added a few of the boss making her way through most of the fathers of your little ones.”

Your lips parted and your nose crinkled in disgust. “Those poor kids.”

Ari had no idea who or what this Lloyd was referring to, but from the way you gingerly plucked the flash drive from his hand, he knew it must have been at least a part of the reason he caught you crying in front of Fred.

Lloyd’s attention flickered to Ari again. “Sure he’s not bothering you?”

You huffed a little, pushing the drive into your pockets. “I’m sure, Lloyd. In fact, Ari and I were going to grab lunch after the butterfly exhibit.” This plan was news to Ari, but he kept that fact out of his expression.

“You don’t need to worry about her, Lloyd. I’ve got her.”

Lloyd tilted his head to the side. “Have you?”

“Oh my god, Lloyd, stop being an asshole. I’m fine! Tell Jen I’ll call her later, please.”

But of course, Lloyd disregarded your words, taking another step closer to Ari until you were practically squished between their bodies. Forcing himself to ignore how soft and warm you felt against his chest and how good your hair smelled, Ari didn’t allow himself to break eye contact.

“By the time you’re both finished with lunch, I’ll have found out everything there is to know about you, Ari. If even a single hair is out of place on her pretty head, well,” Lloyd chuckled. “It might take them a while to identify your remains, Ari.”

You covered your face, embarrassed that your friend’s husband had resorted to threatening him. Ari, on the other hand was faintly amused. This Lloyd person might have been connected to the government, CIA probably, but Ari was unbothered. “And what makes you so sure you’ll be the one walking away?” Ari simply asked.

“Okay!” you said, voice pitching higher than before. “While I love being trapped between two unmovable walls of testosterone, Lloyd, Ari and I do have plans, and it’s hotter than the Devil’s balls out here, so would you please?”

Lloyd finally tore his eyes away from Ari smiling down at you. “Fine, fine. Far be it for me to voice my concerns over you have a date with a rando in the Gardens.” Lloyd tapped your pocket twice. “Use it.”

Lloyd disappeared as quickly as he arrived. “I’m sorry about him.” You turned to Ari with a rueful smile. “I would say Lloyd’s not normally so abrasive but,” you shrugged. “Lloyd’s just—” arrogant? Condescending? Walking around with a few screws loose? “—overprotective of his wife and by extension the people she cares about.”

“It’s fine,” Ari waved off her apology, no longer interested in Lloyd now that it was obvious you saw him as more of a family member than anything else. “Were you just trying to get rid of him or do you really want to have lunch with me?” together, the two of you made your way to the butterfly exhibit. “I get it if you only said it to get him to back off a little.”

“No, no,” you rushed. “I meant it.” You smile at Ari, looking more beautiful to him by the minute. “If you want to, I mean.”

Ari smiled, distracted by the multicolored butterflies fluttering around you, some landing on your hair and top. There was even one particularly brave purple and yellow butterfly perched on the tip of your nose making you go cross-eyed trying to watch it. “Sounds great.”

Ari scrapped the pub idea, not wanting to have the rest of your day together shadowed by his Tinder date fail. Instead, Ari followed your lead and the two of you ended up in your favorite little diner, Bette’s, a cute little restaurant that Ari somehow never noticed. The two of you sat on the patio under an umbrella, splitting a cheese pizza while you sipped on a peach iced tea while Ari drank a blueberry pomegranate tea.

“Wow, so, she reels you in like she’s really interested, ghosts you, and then suddenly reappears with a hostile boyfriend?” you huffed, shaking your head as you nibbled on a piece of ranch dipped crust. “I think you dodged a lot of drama and maybe even an unnecessary arrest.”

Ari couldn’t disagree with you. He told you about his clinic, his staff that he could not have been luckier to have by his side, his messy divorce, and his best girl, Charlotte.

“Aww!” you gushed over the pictures he had of his five-year-old Tortoise shell cat. “I always wanted a dog growing up, but my mom has an intense fear of dogs, and my dad always conveniently moved us to places that had the No Pets Allowed rule or made you pay an obscene deposit just to have your fur baby.”

“I think every child should have at least one pet growing up.”

“Because it instills a sense of responsibility and nurturing?”

“Nah, I just want every animal to have a loving home.”

“That’s definitely the doctor in you, Ari.”

Your eyes drifted down Ari’s exposed arms, tracing the various lines of ink and color. “Do you have any?” Ari asked, gesturing to his arms.

You shake your head with a wistful sigh. “No. I want one and almost got one when I went off to school, but I could never think of anything important enough to put on my body forever.”

“Why were you crying earlier?” the words tumbled out in a steaming pile before Ari could catch them. That was one of his biggest flaws, he decided then and there. His brain never knew when to tell his mouth to shut the fuck up. “You don’t need to answer that. I don’t know why I just—”

“Ari,” your soft hand fell atop his to stop his rambling and self-depreciation. “It’s okay. I knew you were curious, and Lloyd’s appearance only made it worse.” You sighed, glancing down at his arm again. “You could probably tell from the uniform, but I’m a kindergarten teacher.”

“Over at Miss Honey’s Starbright School?”

“Yes. I’ve been there a little over seven years. I love kids, I always have. I’ve never had a problem until this past school year. This new family moved to town and enrolled their daughter in Miss Honey’s. The little girl is one of the sweetest kids I’ve ever had in my class. Her mom is…” you hesitate as if thinking of the best way to describe the mother. “Doting, but the exact definition of a business mom.”

“But the mom isn’t the problem,” Ari deduced, now getting a better picture of what may be going on.

“Her dad adores her. He’s there for every parent-teacher conference. He’s always asking questions about her work and if there’s anything he needs to pay attention to at home. It just—it all came out of nowhere…or maybe I was just ignoring it because nothing matters more than those kids.”

“What did he do?”

“It was the little things. Telling me how much he liked the way I styled my hair when it was his turn to bring Addie to school. Or saying how much he enjoyed seeing my outside of my scrubs when we had little fieldtrips around town.” You fidgeted, growing more uncomfortable as you recalled every leering look and every inappropriate word. “The more I brushed off his words, the more emboldened he grew. Lloyd’s wife, Jenny, is a teacher, too. She noticed right away what he was doing and how uncomfortable I am around him. She urged me to go to Principal Alice. I don’t like causing trouble. What if it was all in my head? What if he was just being overly nice because his daughter adores me? But then last Monday, he groped me. Right there in front of the school. I slapped him. It was a knee jerk reaction, but some of the other parents saw me hit him and so did some of the kids, thankfully not Addie.” You huffed, eyes growing red and teary again. “The principal pulled me into her office and sent in a sub to take over my class. I tried telling her everything he had said and done leading up to the point, but she didn’t want to hear it. She said that the Tucker family was beyond reproach; they were big donators to the school. Besides, what could he possibly want me for? She suspended me for two weeks without pay. Jen called me a couple days later to tell me Mrs. Tucker came to the school and showed her ass, demanding swift and immediate action for attacking her husband. I don’t know why I thought anything could go back to normal. Alice called me in this morning and fired me on the spot.”

No wonder you were so upset. You were assaulted on your job and your principal refused to do anything about it. Ari’s hand curled around yours, threading his fingers with yours. “I’m so sorry that happened to you. Are you going to sue Tucker for assault and the principal for wrongful termination?”

“I don’t know. I really just want all this to go away, but if I don’t do something, who knows what Alice will put in my file. I don’t want something that was not my fault to ruin my chances of teaching again.”

“Don’t forget you have that flash drive. Whatever’s on there, your friend Lloyd seems confident it will help.”

You stared down at your entwined fingers, lips pulling in a shy smile as Ari’s thumb stroked over your knuckles. “Do you happen to know any lawyers, Dr. Levinson?”

Ari’s smile was radiant. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

How It’s Going

Ari had the day off. He could have done anything. Go to the movies. Take Charlotte to the park for a walk. Try that new Mexican restaurant that opened last week. Instead, Ari was spending the better part of his morning in his favorite place. On his knees with your legs thrown over his shoulders. Your panting breaths and gentle sighs of his name are muffled by your soft thighs pressed against his ears. Ari groaned, loving the taste of you on his tongue, the warmth of your juices smeared on his lips and cheeks. His large hands cupped your ass, pulling you impossibly closer to his face so that your scent was now embedded in the hairs of his beard. Ari felt the faint trembling of your legs and your fingers gripped his hair a little tighter, signaling you were about to come.

 Ari’s hands slid up your torso, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples just enough to tip you over the edge. He held you tightly as you moaned and thrashed above him, back arching as your release gushed into his mouth. Ari sat back on his heels, licking his lips as he watched you lay across your share bread like a starfish. He tried not to look to smug when you finally looked down at him.

“Are you relaxed enough to face the day now?”

You laughed, slightly out of breath. “I feel relaxed enough to sleep for the next five years.”

“Only five? I must be losing my touch, Mrs. Levinson,” Ari teased, leaving you to retrieve a warm washcloth from the bathroom. When he returned, you had the top of your sundress pulled back into place and was cuddling with Charlotte, who wandered back into the room now that the fun was over. He gently cleaned between your thighs, faintly listening to your quiet murmurs and Charlotte’s purring. He pulled your panties back up and pulled the hem of your dress down.

Today would be the day you were finally able to put the worst moment in your life behind you. Thanks to his longtime friend Andy Barber, and if Ari had to begrudgingly admit it, Lloyd Hansen, you were able to successfully sue Lance Tucker for assaulting you. Once Andy presented the school superintendent with the documented evidence of your assault and threatened to sue the district on your behalf for wrongful termination, everything escalated rather quickly. The Tuckers settled almost immediately when the videos from the flash drive surfaced, and last you both heard, Lance was also in the process of working out a divorce and custody agreement. Principal Alice, now just Alice, due to guest starring in five videos with five different parents, was promptly suspended herself by the superintendent. Karma at its finest, Ari liked to think. You were reinstated and issued a substantial settlement as an apology.

And somewhere amid this chaos, you and Ari grew closer. Long talks on the phone, dates on the weekends, impromptu lunch visits to his clinic, and even the most aggravating double dates of his life with your friends Lloyd and Jen, although Jen was never the problem, she was a peach. But Ari ignored the baiting comments from Lloyd, who was just an abrasive asshole by nature, because it made you happy. And you made Ari happy by becoming his lover, his wife, and ultimately the love of his life.

Ari was beyond proud of you. You were going to walk in that room with your head held high, look that Olympic Medal asshole in the eyes, and take what you were owed.

“What do you want to do afterward?” you ask, once Ari pulled out of the driveway. He gave you that look, and you smiled, lightly smacking his arm. “I mean besides that.”

“Why don’t we go to Liberty Plaza? That new year-round Autumn store is open.”

“Since when do you want to go shopping?” before he could answer, a smile worthy of the Grinch curled at the corners of your mouth. “Oh, I get it. This is you telling me you want to go crazy in Books-A-Million without actually telling me, right?”

Ari did not blush. That was just something that he did not do. “Um, no, I just thought it might be nice to spend the day with my beautiful wife.”

“So, did I imagine hearing you talking about buying that new Nightmare Before Christmas book with your new friend Lloyd?”

“That asshole is not my friend,” Ari vehemently denied.

“You’re right, you’re right. He’s your best friend.”

Ari waited until you were parked outside of Andy’s office. He calmly pulled the key from the ignition and when he looked at you, you shivered, knowing exactly what was burning behind those cerulean orbs. “Tonight, Mrs. Levinson, I’m going to make you come on my tongue again and again and again until my face and chest are drenched in you,” Ari leaned over to your ear, relishing in your heaving chest and clenched thighs. “Then you’re going to ride me until your legs give out, and when that happens, I’m going to fuck you so hard, your soul is going to leave your body.” He slowly licked the shell of your ear, relishing in your needy little whimpers.

“Ari,” you whined, hand slyly reaching for his belt buckle.

Ari deftly grabbed your hand, kissing the shining band around your finger. “Let’s finish this.”

As you walked hand in hand to close this chapter, Ari felt an immense sense of gratitude to his would-be Tinder date. Had she not backed out, Ari would never have met the most amazing woman and built this life with her. He hoped that she got her happy ending the way Ari has his.

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Not sure if you’d want to but I am soooo interested in what the continuing relationship with James would look like following part 2 of obsession. Like would Sirius and Remus be wary of it or would things be relatively okay?????

Would you be willing to do a part 3? 👀👀

❀ CW: Obsessive, toxic, possessive, and unhealthy behaviours, implied sexual content. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with these topics. | Song inspired! ❀ Part 1. Part 2.

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Sitting at the Great Hall, the table feels really uncomfortable. James was fluttering around you, talking excitedly about his next Quidditch match while you listened to him in complete silence, emotionless. It was a bit creepy. A week has gone by since they saw you two walking together to the Gryffindor’s common room, holding hands, and since then James and you were attached to the hip. Although you never displayed the proud smile and heart-shaped eyes he always had when you were by his side.

Which literally meant every moment of the day.

James’ demeanour completely changed when he saw a fellow housemate approach you, it was your potions partner, and under your boyfriend’s gaze, someone who was trying to tear your relationship appart. He innocently asked if you were done with your part of the essay, James replied for you, while you drank some orange juice, looking completely unbothered. 

“I’m sorry, mate.” He looked at him from behind his circular glasses, a frigid stare. “She’s not going to work with you anymore, she’s now paired with me. Her boyfriend.”

“Oi.” Sirius interrupted with a frown. “You’re my partner.”

“You can team up with Moony,” James replied as if it were the simplest thing in the world. 

“Remus is my partner.” Moony’s girlfriend joined the conversation, with a quizzical look. 

And that’s how the fight started. 

“Is just a damn essay on rat tonic, does it really matter who she's with?” Sirius spat, irritated. Other students were starting to look their way. 

“Yes, it matters!” James leaned over the table, his glasses sliding over the bridge of his nose.

“Lower your damn voices.” Remus joined the discussion, feeling irritated as well. His girlfriend squeezed his hand from under the table trying to calm him down. 

“Tell him to stop being a weirdo.” Sirius looked at Remus, almost like a child throwing a tantrum. 

“It’s not weird for me to spend time with my girlfriend!” Pushing his glasses over his nose to prevent them from falling, his face flushed with a mixture of anger and frustration. Why weren’t they able to see his relationship with you like he did!?

“It is! It’s really fucking weird Prongs.” The jet black curls framing the pureblood boy's face swing gently when he tilts his head. “You’re literally glued to her, is so weird, I can bet you don’t even leave her side to go to the loo, it’s so creepy.”

He leaves the table silent after his words, maybe because they know that he is telling the truth. There was no way they would understand what James was feeling, they weren't as in love as you and him. You can see his hazel eyes studying you, trying to gauge your reaction to Sirius' words. Gazing at the cold breakfast before you, you sighed. 

Please, please, please, James thought over and over. 

“I’ll ask professor Slughorn if I can switch partners.” Emotionless and borderline automatic, your voice made everyone hold their breaths for a moment. “S’ alright. I’m deeply sorry for the inconvenience.” 

Lucky for y’all, the bell rang. Sirius is the first to stand up and leave the great hall, the group followed him to their morning classes in silence, while James never let go of your hand. 

“So, um.” You and Moony’s girlfriend sat in the tall Quidditch terraces, on a cold January Sunday. “How’s everything with James?” She asked, trying to initiate a conversation. 

James, flying over the field glanced at you every now and then, making sure you were in the best spot available, making sure you were warm, all dressed up in his favourite sweater and scarf, which smelled like him, the now-familiar scent being an odd comfort you sought for. He smiles at you from the air, and you just waved weakly. “Great.” You muttered briefly. 

Although things were far from great. 

James was jealous, extremely and sickly jealous. He didn’t liked it when you hang out without him, or with friends that weren’t his friends. So, in order to make him happy, you stopped frequenting your group of friends and joined his, who tried their best to welcome you without being disrespectful of your sudden presence. James knew who you talked to, their names, their grade, their family. He told you who you could talk to and who wasn’t allowed to be near you. He controlled what you did, claiming he knew what’s best for you. He even went ahead and presented himself to your parents with a polite and sophisticated letter, asking them for permission to date you and of course, your parents were delighted with such a distinguished gentleman and gladly invited him over the holidays. He was just the precious, golden and perfect boy. 

"This is for your own good, darling," he said one night. Speaking of nights, you stopped spending them in your dorm, laying next to him every night, drapes closed, and ignoring the fact that his three friends were in the same room as you, wearing only one of his old t-shirts. “A lot of guys just want to tear us apart, they’re jealous, because I’m with the prettiest witch in the world.” His words were muffled by the way he nuzzled into your hair, smelling the sweet scent of your shampoo, the one he already knew you liked. 

James was affectionate to the point that he took advantage of every opportunity to kiss your nose, your forehead, and especially your lips. He told you how much he loves you every single day, every time he woke up and every time he went to bed next to you. Unless you kiss his lips and wish him luck, he will not get up to win the match. Always holding your hand, sending you little love letters explaining something he loves about you, wrapping his arms around you adoringly, warmly and possessively. It was obvious James was completely devoted to you. 

“Are you sure?” The girl next to you inquired. “I don’t pretend to be noisy, you know.” She chuckled nervously. “It's just that um, you don’t look as happy as he does and well…”

“I’m fine!” you interrupted her swinging your arms over your thighs. “Please, is my relationship with James, not yours. I’m happy with him and I love him.” After your words, she remained quiet for the rest of the practice. You felt guilty for snapping so unfairly towards her, who was just worried. 

After practice was over, James grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the group, to the nearest girl’s loo. “What did she say to you?” He urged, leaning down. 

“Nothing.” You reply, knowing lying would get you in trouble, but you don't want to get her in trouble either. “She just asked me how are things going, nothing else.” His eyes scrutinized yours, looking for the slighted hint of a lie. 

“And what did you tell her?” 

“That I’m happy with you and that I love you.” You quickly replied, smiling. James, who was pleased by your answer smiles back, kissing you with fervour. 

“My lovely girl.” He whispered, rapted. “You know how I adore hearing you say it.”

“I love you.” You complied, feeling the fogginess inside your head getting heavier, while your thoughts go numb and all you did was moan against his hands all over your body, urgent. It was a way to escape his asphyxiating love, just letting your head float all over him, agreeing with whatever he said and pleasing him, just like he expected from you.

So, while he repeated how much he loved you while pounding deeply from behind you, inside one of the bathroom’s cubicles, you moaned against his hand, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. He was such a good boyfriend, so caring, always rewarding you for your good behaviour. Nobody dared to utter a word when you two arrived to the common room an hour or so later, but the pleased smile on James’ face said it all. That night, while you laid down on his bed, you tried to ignore the conversation taking place next to you.

“Are you threatening me?” Remus asked from his bed. 

“I’m just saying.” James shrugged. “Tell your girlfriend to mind her own business, I don’t want her sticking her nose where’s she’s not suppose to.” 

“It wasn’t Mrs. Moony’s idea.” Sirius was quickly to join Remus’ side. “It was ours. We just asked her to help us.”

That seemed to take James by surprise. “Pardon?” He asked, blinking a few times.

“Prongs, we’re worried about you.” Remus frowned, with the slightest hint of hope. “We know you’re happy, and you know we care for you, but is getting a bit excessive.”

“Don’t you think it’s getting a bit out of control?” Impetuous as always, Sirius took a step closer, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You barely hang out with us.” He gave an emphasis to the word, gesturing Peter and Remus. “Godric knows when was our last prank. Is our last year Prongs! As the one and only marauders, we must raise the bar! This school needs our most sumptuous farewell.” 

“Is there something wrong with me spending time with my girlfriend?” The defensive tone and corporal language of James evidenced how their words were digested the wrong way. “Just because you don't have a girlfriend, it means you can have an opinion on mine.” 

“Stop acting like a jerk, James.” Sirius spat, now visibly annoyed. “I think your glasses aren’t working anymore ‘cause you’re too blind too see how you’re literally forcing her to be with you. Is so agonazing to be around you two.”

“I think what he's trying to say is that…” Peter now spoke, trying to ease Sirius’ words. “She doesn't seem as happy as you do.” The words lingered in the thick air, and the following silence was so loud. 

Uh-oh.

You stood up, walking towards the bathroom feeling nauseous. James called your name but you just closed and locked the door behind you, your back pressed against the oak wood and exhaling trembling breaths. James called your name again, this time impatiently. He knocked the door with a furious fist. Taking a step back, you shivered. James hated when you ignored him, he hated when you disobeyed him.

“Sweethear, open the—” You hear him from the other side. “Open the door, please.” He repeats.

“No.” Your voice was weak, wrapping your arms around you in a weak attempt to protect yourself. “I want to be alone for a moment.” Another shiver ran down your spine when you hear his breath hitch, another hard knock made you jolt. 

“Open the damn door.” He said raising his voice, you loathed to be around him when he was mad. “You know your rules.”

Rules. Peter, Sirius and Remus looked at each other, concerned. They heard you denying his request once more, asking him to leave you alone for a moment, please. 

This time, is their turn to jolt the moment James’ angry fist banged the door. “Angel, can we not fight anymore? Please.” His voice is sweet, dangerously sweet. “I understand if you’re scared, luv. You know I will never leave you.” The silence on the other side of the door only fueled his insanity. “Sweeheart, don’t make me come in there.” That was a threat. His friends behind him knew they needed to do something, but they were attached to their place, watching in awe how his friend and leader was losing his mind and dripping toxicity. 

“Luv, I’m gonna count to three.” He smiled, twistedly. Taking a step back, he released a shaky sigh. “One. Two…” When the door remained closed, something snapped inside him. “Fuck it!” 

Sirius rushed his way towards James, but it was too late, the door opened violently by his foot. Four pair of eyes fixated on you, crouching in the farthest corner of the tiny bathroom, crying in silence, scared. James placed both hands on your shoulders, pressing you against the stone wall. 

“Please, don’t hurt me.” You sobbed, closing your eyes. 

“You pushed me like I was rubbish!” James whined, desperate, his face inches away from yours. “Are you trying to leave me? Did you forget what you promised me?” The idea is just too much, it possessed him, terrorizing him. “Why can’t you understand it?”

“James.” Sirius spoke behind him, but the aforementioned shunned him. 

“I was meant to be yours.” He continued. “We were meant to be one. You can’t leave me.” In response to his words, you sobbed miserably. “You were meant to me mine.”

“James.” It was your turn to speak. “You’re hurting me, please stop.” Another sob made its way past your pretty lips, the lips he kissed countless times. 

“Why can’t you get that I’m all that you need?” James shaked you from his grip on your shoulders, frantic. Why, why why? Why were you so blind? “Your name is carved in my heart. You can’t just leave me to bleed.” 

With weak hands, you tried to push him away from you, which ended up being a big mistake. 

“Don’t leave me!” He shouted at your face. “You’ll never leave me!”

Witnessing this was a horrifying experience. 

“I won’t!” You break, weeping loudly. “I love you! You and only you!” He smiled maniacally at your words, adoring how pretty you looked saying it. “I love you.” It was a mantra, a desperate plea for mercy, to end this. 

“Promise me you’ll never leave me.” James demanded, just like he did that night in the prefect’s bathroom. 

“I promise I will never leave you.” And he hugged you, letting you cry on his chest. His hands caressed your hair, gently. “I will always be with you, I swear by my life.” Oh, and how those words railed him up, he began to comfort you as your head sank into the familiar subspace you created in an attempt to escape his suffocating love. 

“See?” James grinned proudly, looking back at his friends. “She loves me!” Moony’s eyes were wide as hell, Padfoot’s throat was dry and Wormtail looked like he was about to vomit. “So you can stop worrying about me.”

“Yeah.” Sirius stuttered, mesmerized by James’ actions. “Cheers for true love.”

“Cheers mate.”

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🌲| AYO hey guys welcome to this angst kurapika x reader one shot, this was gonna b a smut but somehow it turned into this depressing ass piece... anyways ENJOY and ily<33

kurapika x gn!reader angst

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"You're home."

Kurapika stood in the doorway, a somewhat guilty look on his face as you stood impatiently in front of him, lips twisted into a frown and eyes narrowed. It was one in the morning, and as usual, Kurapika was home much too late.

"Alright, Y/N, I'm sorry-" Kurapika began pleadingly, closing the door behind him and muffling the sounds of rain outside. His blonde ponytail dripped with water, and with some alarm you noticed the watery pool of blood beneath his feet, apparently having washed off of his black suit.

"You do this every night." You turned your back on Kurapika and stormed back into the house, and he was right on your heels, trying to apologize for coming home so late for what felt like the millionth time. But you didn't want to hear it. "Do you have any idea how many hours of sleep I lose each night waiting for you? Waiting to make sure that you're safe? That you'll come home at all?"

Kurapika sighed, lowering his grey eyes before reaching out to place a hand on your arm. "I know- there isn't an excuse to worry you so much every night, and I'm sorry. I just-"

"Yes, I know you just." you snapped, jerking your arm away before Kurapika could touch it, and his face crumpled. "I can't keep doing this, okay? I can't keep caring about you more than you do yourself. You have no regard for your well-being, and I'm sick of worrying myself silly when you don't even care about yourself. You're losing sleep and you're constantly in danger- and I'm willing to bet you're probably responsible for 75 percent of the time you're in harm's way. You want to tell me where that blood came from? How long did you have Emperor Time activated this time?" you asked sarcastically before exhaling angrily and making your way in a huff back to your bedroom.

"Y/N, please. You have to understand- I'm doing this all to recover the eyes of my clan. This means more to me than anything else, and I can't lose sight of my goal now." Kurapika, trailing rain droplets on the floor, matched your speed as he trailed you to your shared bedroom.

"Yes, Kurapika, I'm very aware that I'm not number one in your life," you retorted bitterly. Of course you knew how much the Scarlet Eyes meant to Kurapika, and you were very conscious of the fact that he would not hesitate to cast you aside to retrieve them. But it was like he wasn't even your partner. He wasn't there ever, and you found you didn't even really know him despite being together for well over a year. It wasn't like you two had ever had a chance to sit down and really, really have a conversation- he was never there. Of course, you'd prepared for this to some extent, so you had decided to target your boyfriend's ambition to recover the eyes of his deceased clan and see if you could be any use in that department. But Kurapika always rejected your attempts to try and help him achieve his goal- despite allowing colleagues, such as Melody, and other friends to assist him with his mission. It hurt you greatly, and it made you feel useless and unwanted. So many times, you'd wondered: Why doesn't he love me as much as I love him? What am I doing wrong? You asked these questions every single day. You asked them when you woke up alone in your bed, you asked them when you set your breakfast, lunch, and dinner tables for only one, and you asked them while you sat on the couch, the sky pitch-black and the clock displaying half-past midnight, waiting for Kurapika to come home.

And tonight, Kurapika was going to hear exactly what you had to say. You had finally had it.

"But I was at least hoping to be in the top ten," you continued furiously, not turning to face Kurapika as you stormed into the dark bedroom, the only light coming from the occasional flash of lightning. You then tried to slam the door behind you, but Kurapika stopped it with his foot and slipped inside after you, trying to get a word in- but you were too far gone for that. "You have no idea how badly you hurt me all the time," you pressed on, despite feeling tears of heartache begin to prick the backs of your eyes, and your voice began to crack. "All I want to do is help you. All I want to do is make you happy and be the partner you need me to be- but it seems I just can't. I'm clearly not a priority for you right now, not the way you are for me. I'm apparently only a burden."

Kurapika's eyes widened, and his face fell. "Y/N, you could never be a burden. Please, I..." He trailed off, the melancholy silence that followed cut short by a startling thunderclap outside.

"No." The word sounded so venomous and sharp that it caught you yourself off guard, and Kurapika recoiled, looking completely lost. "There are just too many things more important than me right now- obviously, I showed up at the wrong time. I'm sick of killing myself trying to love you when you don't even try to love me. So- how about I go ahead and do you a favor, Kurapika- why don't I get out of your way for good."

"Wh- what?" Kurapika stammered, and it was the first time you'd ever seen him look so forlorn. "Y/N, don't-"

You had already made your way to your closet, snatching your clothes roughly down from their hangers, even snapping some in the process, walking back and forth from the closet to your still-made bed until you'd tossed out all of your clothes. Then you went to get your suitcase and began to shove your things inside, having no regard for the condition of the items; you only wanted to leave before you lost your nerve. Your rage had already begun to fizzle out, and all you were left with was an empty feeling as the first few tears began to fall down your cheeks. You kept your head tilted downward to prevent Kurapika from seeing this, however, and continued rushing around the room to collect all of your belongings.

"No. I'm leaving, Kurapika." Your voice was clearly shaking now, and you paused for a brief second, hands pressed into the open suitcase, chest heaving as you struggled to keep yourself under control. "I can't- this can't-" You couldn't find any words, and you shut your eyes tightly, trying to block everything out except the pouring rain outside. When it didn't work, and you could sense Kurapika's presence directly behind you, you let out a quivering sob and dropped to the bed, head in your hands, your tears flowing freely now. Your earlier fury had just as quickly evaporated, and now you found yourself sitting on the edge of your bed sobbing, everything you'd been holding in since you first got together with Kurapika coming out in the form of tears.

Through your despair, you felt Kurapika's weight next to you on the bed- but you didn't look up until you heard a strange noise from Kurapika beside you. You turned your head slightly in your hands to peer through your fingers- and were surprised to find Kurapika staring straight ahead, face stoic- with tears falling down his own face, nose pink and garments still soaked from the rain.

Blinking hard and brushing the wetness from your cheeks, you sat up- you'd never seen him cry before. "Kurapika-"

"No." Kurapika cut you off, staring at nothing in particular- and that was when you caught a glimpse of his eyes. They were illuminated a brilliant, luminescent scarlet, only dulled by the sadness of his eyes, filled with tears. You only gazed at him in silence, your own eyes still burning. Then you lowered them back towards the ground, a droplet from your eye falling onto the carpet.

"I shouldn't be crying right now," Kurapika muttered, wiping harshly at his eyes, as if he was trying to wipe out the color. "I- I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should have been making more of an effort to be your partner. I just- " He paused, face contorted into a grimace as if he was recalling a bad memory. "I lost three colleagues tonight. To the Phantom Troupe. And hundreds of auction attendees were murdered as well- not a trace of them was left." Kurapika's breathing was unsteady as he said this, and he let out a shaky exhale.

Your face fell. "Oh, Kurapika- I'm sorry. I was insensitive-"

He held up a hand to silence you, still staring straight in front of him wordlessly.

You sighed plaintively, dropping your head back into your hands. "I... just wanted you to love me."

Now Kurapika turned, staring at you with what seemed like a mixture of appall and despair. "But, Y/N... I do love you."

You remained buried in your own arms, and at these words, a series of images flashed through your head- the late nights, the lonely days, the image of Kurapika standing in the front doorway, rain and blood dripping from his clothes.

"Do you?"

Kurapika only gazed at you, a crestfallen expression in his still glowing eyes, the whites of his sclerae turned pink from his tears. Silently, he wrapped a single arm around your hunched figure, leaning into you and placing his chin on top of your hair, the rainwater from his own hair dripping down your face and mixing with your tears. Despite how wet he was, Kurapika still felt warm to you, and gradually, you let yourself relax into him, leaning on his chest.

It was that night you spent crying with him that gave you your answer.

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I saw you reblog someone else do it, so now I need to know your opinion: how many shots to hook up with the Mayans men 👀👀👀

Oof... wow... okay, so, keep in mind that I'm a Whore and I don't like shots so... also I'm high, so my bad for any typos

Warning: Horny Thots

Bish: Three shots, but I KNOW he would buy me more... and I would take them. I would also take him. In a backroom or the bathroom or behind the club in the alley. It'd be a nice, hard fuck and we would laugh together while we fucked, but once it was done, I probably wouldn't wanna see him again... I'm lying, I'd hit him up like once every three months for a booty call till he gets too drunk and yells at me and I have to kick him out at 3 in the morning and then I'm not gonna fuck anyone else for like 8 months cause of the drama. So. Thanks, Bish 🙄

Taza: Three to five shots, just to get the courage to approach an older man who, you know, looks like Taza. I feel like we'd talk the whole night, and by the end of it I'd basically be willing to kill for this man. I have no doubt he holds his liqour better than me, and he's so well spoken and has such an interesting vibe, I'd listen to him tell stories till the bar closed.

Hank: Honestly, maybe two or three. He isn't my type at all, but if he could guarantee some good dick, drunk me would be into it for one time.

Gilly: Five. Maybe more. Probably more. Definitely more. He isn't my type physically, and I don't think I'd like his personality. I'm not even interested in what he's got under the hood, if ya know what I mean. Not for me.

Creeper: Three shots, maybe less. He's cute and I bet I could tease him and make him flustered, so I would take maybe two shots, one for courage, and the other would be an excuse to go back up to the bar where I asusme he'd be chilling so I could strike up a conversation. The third shot would be the one he buys me. We'd go back to his place and bang, and he'd be super cute asking for my number after and he would want to take me out for breakfast and he'd consider it a date and oh wow, I'm dating Creep now. Okay!

Coco: Two shots. Both for courage because he looks intimidating. I'd get close to him and encourage him to touch me when he's ready, and then next thing you know, I'd be halfway in his lap making out in the bar. I'd have to blow him in the bathroom, which isn't ideal, but I think he's the type to kiss you after he's come in your mouth, so yay. Anyway, we'd go back to his place and fuck a few times before he passes out and I go home. But he'd probably text the next day asking when he can fuck me again, and it'd be on from there 💗

Angel: Not a single shot. I know Angel.I have meet many Angels. I am well versed in Angel. Hell, Angels love me. I would sip my little cocktail and flirt with him until he straight up tells me he wants to stretch my pussy out and when I tell you we would break LAWS speeding to his place and he would put me on my knees in the entry way of his house because he's been rock hard since the bar and he can't wait to get started---anyway. Yeah. I. Uh. I would fuck Angel if I had the chance.

EZ: One shot because he's pretty and I'd be afraid he wouldn't be interested in my basic ass lol. BUT one of us would drop a random fact, and that would become our thing. I'd be slurping him down like a red popsicle on a hot summer day and then stop like "hey, did you know emus can't walk backwards?" And then he'd be drilling my shit, have me face down in the mattress and he would say, "Did you know that the Pope declared war on black cats in the 13th century which lead to an increase in rats and then the plague?" And we would do that forever and ever until we died.

Nestor: Three shots, especially if he's wearing his sunglasses because why would he wear those? What's his deal? He's mysterious and I want to know what his dick looks like. And I will. I will.

Miguel: Three shots. He's intimdating, but he's also perfect and if I saw him, I would never forgive myself if I let him get away. After the three shots, I'm putting anything else he gives me in my mouth. And once we leave the bar, he will have full access to all of my holes. Matter of fact, might need another shot just to help numb me up a bit cause I'm in for a long night.... anyway....

Manny: You already know. It wouldn't take me a single shot, the things I would do to that man, what I would let him do to ME, no question, we fucking. I'm gonna perform magic on his dick. I'm gonna do acrobatics on his dick. I'm gonna put a spell on his dick, he's gonna wanna kill me before he lets another person have me. And I'll be stone cold sober when I spring the trap, babyyyyyyyyy

Felipe: Three shots... might play up how drunk I am a bit, cause I know he's a traditional gentleman and will then take it upon himself to look after me the rest of the night. He wouldn't take me home, he'd probably hump me in the back of the carnicería and then apologize for it after. We'd never hook up again, and he'd feel guilty as hell, like he cheated, but he would still be fond of me and we would become friends. And he'd have to introduce me to his sons and then they'd introduce me to the club and then....

....we're back to taking shots and getting slammed, baby! 😎🤙🏾🤙🏾

Did I forget anybody?

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Hi!

If you haven't noticed already 🙈 I'm a fan of your writing and i saw the request post you pinned...

First of all: the prompts are deliciously creative, they made me cackle (ugly and loud) and i would love to make a request if that's okay.

If it is, i would love to request something for Nanami with the prompt nr.9: “The day you make him laugh is the day whales walk on land.”

I mean... the man is a tough nut to crack and I don't think he normally would do more then quirk the corners of his mouth, so this prompt, i feel, is perfect for him and I'd love to read your take on it! If you're up for it ofcourse!!!

- Kali 🌻

Wanted to get this done quick for you because your support and the nice things you say just made me happy giggle 😊 still got carried away. Writing this made me smile, I hope you love it as much as I do ❤️

"The day you make him laugh is the day whales walk on land."

You send a pointed look at your former upperclassman, now your fellow sorcerer. You've known Gojo since both of you were infants, and thus have competed with him in all aspects ever since.

Being the only person in the world who could ever give him pause in a fight means something to a lot of people, but it means very little to you now you've grown and realized that even second best is too good to be anything but bored.

So, what do two, overpowered, bored sorcerers do when they've got time to kill? They make bets on poor, unsuspecting colleagues.

In this case, the victim is your boyfriend of several years: Nanami Kento.

'Beg pardon?' you declared, indignant. 'He's been my partner for two-and-a-half years! Of course I can make him laugh!'

You could, you know how too, but part of you wished you'd kept your big fat mouth shut; because the only way to make Kento laugh was utterly embarrassing for you.

But of course, you just can't do that, because you have to exist in this endless competition with your cousin.

Your family's are so far apart they need encyclopedia to prove that you're even related, but if course, they have them.

'Go do it then!' Cackles Gojo, so utterly sure that he's got you beaten at last. Outside of Jujutsu, he rarely ever trumps you at anything, you like to think it keeps him humble...but when had he ever been humble.

'No.' Pouting petulantly, you fold your arms. 'I don't do what you say.'

'Chicken!'

'Am not!' Childish? Absolutely. You blame Gojo, he brings it out of you.

The bickering begins in earnest and neither one of you grown ass adults is willing to back down, until the one source of mild sanity in your life rocks up to your office and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

'Good grief, will you two drop whatever nonsense you started? There's a class to teach at this school, Gojo.' Nanami drawls, resettling his glasses with those long, nimble fingers.

You lick your lips flirtatiously at your blonde prince. 'Good morning, handsome.'

He rolls his eyes, but the corner of his lips quirked up only slightly. 'Good morning, (Y/N).'

A giddy smile curls your lips at his use of your first name. You've always insisted that everyone stick to your middle name, the one sign of your family's European branch. The one thing that didn't make you a Gojo.

'Urgh, you two are gross.' Gojo sticks his tongue out exaggeratedly. 'I'm outta here, even Sukuna's better company.'

'Fuck you too, ya damn snowflake.'

Satoru flips you the finger, grinning playfully the entire way out of your office, which he hijacks regularly.

Nanami sighs yet again. 'If I didn't know you two, I'd think you hated each other.'

'Wait...Gojo doesn't hate me?' Aghast, you threw a hand to your chest. 'My dislike is unrequited? Whatever shall I do?!'

'I take it you skipped breakfast again?' Kento mused, making his way around your desk while you stood to greet him. 'Lack of baggels always seems to make you dramatic.'

'Love, you callin' me fat?' you jibed.

The second you're within reach, he snatches you up to his chest, silencing your jokes with a kiss, hands caressing your figure firmly, lovingly.

That's when that inevitable little noise happens, a quiet purr at the back of your throat. It doesn't happen every day, and you can't seem to control when it does, but when he touches you just right, he forces it out, and it always has him chuckling as he pulls away.

That smile is for your eyes only, his laugh is for your ears only, and losing to your idiot cousin is worth keeping that sacred sight to yourself as you lean in and kiss him again.

'I am calling you, perfect.' Kento whispered against your pretty lips. 'And if you're quite finished being adorable, I'm inviting you for breakfast. Seems to be the only way I can get you to eat at decent hours.'

Giggling, you throw your hands around his neck. 'Have I told you that I love you?'

'Not since you texted me at four in the morning.' Giving your rump a playful tap, he send you off toward the door. 'Off now, you can hang off me later.'

Pouting, you sneak in under his arm, knowing full well he doesn't mind the PDA so long as no students are around. It's inpropper, he says.

'You love me.'

'God help me, I do.'

[sanzu-sanzu-sanzu]

his strange addiction

Sanzu Haruchiyo X Reader / one-shot

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nsfw, loyal boyfriend sanzu, established relationship, brief mention of blood, soft haruchiyo

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Sanzu likes it when you order him around.

No, actually, you don’t order him around (and you’d promised that you wouldn’t and that you couldn’t anyway that night he’d sworn his loyalty to you—‘Love, Haruchiyo, you’re swearing your love…’—and he vowed, albeit half under the influence of alcohol, that you could order to string him up bare-assed and he would say Thank you for giving him your time of day, which he actually partly meant as he admired your reddening cheeks and your careless smile and he decided right there and then that it’s all he’d ever really wish to wake up to for the rest of his life) but you can bet he’d be willing to turn the entire house upside down* if you do so much as request him to get up at an ungodly hour in the morning just to prepare your eggs and ham for breakfast. (*Because you both know that that’s what it essentially totals to whenever he attempts at anything close to domestic.)

Your ‘orders’ aren’t really orders but are simply things you make him do, such as little things you whisper into his ear as you both lay naked under the sheets after exhausting hours of lovemaking, and it’s all he can do but hold you closer than air allows, grasping as if for dear life for everything that is you and your skin as he answers ‘Yes, I am here, am not leaving,’ to your ‘Stay with me, just like this. Always, always…’

He thinks you were cute when he had you easily gasping for air underneath his touch that very first night he took you to his place, and you surprised him when you paused and brought up one shaky hand to his cheek, your eyes finding focus in his. Will you undress me? was all you said, and the way your swollen lower lip shuddered with your eyes half-closed and the thin black strap of your bra peaking out of your shoulder were all it really took for his control to crumble and for him to be the one to ask for more, more, more of you and the words out of your mouth telling him Yes, right there, or Fasterrr and more of the pretty whimpers he chased to bring out of you that night.

This time, he walks in on you in the kitchen, the 6AM sunlight bathing your face as you turn and smile at his still-groggy appearance. You’re wearing the tiny dress he’s taken off of you countless times and your hair is in that loose bun exposing the thin film of sweat down your nape and he thinks god, who needs breakfast when he can have you right here and right now—a thought he knows you’re able to read from his eyes when your expression shifts and he catches a whiff of desire as you start walking towards him.

‘Touch me’ is what you whisper into his mouth as he meets you in the middle of your sunlit living room. You stand on your tiptoes to cup his face, your eyes hooded heavy with lust and girlish mirth, and what else can he do but let his own hands stray underneath your sundress, tease a finger or two along your now dampened clothed sex, watch you as you arc your neck back just for him, open your mouth to let out an aching, pleading gasp just for him, wrap one leg around his hip to give those oh so adept fingers more room for playing. Hands that have memorized every bit and crevice of you, every meaning of the timbre of each moan, so that there is no need for you to say your words when his restless thumbs ghost on the underside of your breasts—No bra? he groans in pleasure. You naughty girl—he doesn’t need your orders to lay you down on the cold, marble top of the kitchen island, hair undone from that loose updo he always likes, your arms helpless on your sides and your legs now wide open, your dress now carelessly hiked up and your cotton panties dangling around an ankle.

Touch me was all you said, but he always likes giving you more. Because you deserve no less than the things his tongue can do that make your eyes roll back to your head, and your shocked gasps to echo in the quiet room along with the slurping sounds his own mouth makes, the hard press of his long fingers inside you, frantic and impatient as they dig deep for those buttons that has your body writhing under his hold.

‘Inside me,’ he vaguely hears you say, and he has to briefly pause and look up from his devouring in-between your legs, his mouth wet with a sheen layer of your own arousal. “What?” he’s able to huff out, his warm breathing over your now dripping folds making your toes curl and your cunt clench as if gasping for air.

“Inside me, please,” you’re saying louder now, tone laced a little bit more with desperation and want, your clammy fingers now fisted around his hair, tugging weakly and achingly. “Inside…I want you inside—” you manage to gasp out. And though he makes sure you never really have to say things twice, it is times like this when he does afford himself the secret satisfaction of your pleading.

He teases a kiss at the tip of your sensitive clit, feeling you shudder under his lips when he lets his tongue linger, his eyes now gleaming and mouth stretched into a grin.

“You gotta say it a little bit louder, babe.”

“Come inside me, Haru.” You croak out and his heart almost melts. “I want you inside me please, need to feel you inside me…need you coming inside me—“

And he cuts you off with a searing kiss on the mouth and the feel of his own restricted hardness pressed ready against your entrance, one large hand clutching at your hip to keep you steady, another wrapping under your head as makeshift padding against the hard surface—oh, because he’ll have you banging your head, alright—because he’s impatient just as much and who’s he to deny you both the gratification any further?

And so he always fucks you the way you always want with a single beckoning of your hand, with that light twinkle in your eye that he catches from the other end of any room you’re in and suddenly he’s scramming to get you both out of the crowded place into wherever you can both get that release. Because he’d turn the whole world upside down in any way he can (no matter how you insist he doesn’t have to…) just to do your bidding.

Even though some of your orders aren’t as simple all the time, not really; he thinks now as he stands at the door of your shared place after one particular job. It’s midnight and it’s cold out and he’s contemplating on the right words to explain to you the obvious gashes on his skin and the still-searing red underneath his coat this time.

I just want you to tell me where these are from, you’ve asked of him once—only once—when he sat not-dying on your own bathroom floor that one night a long time ago, your face calm save for a tiny crease between your eyes, even though he caught your hand shaking more than once making you drop the balled-up cotton damp with his blood more than once.

What you don’t know won’t hurt you, they always say, but he’s learned to trust your own quiet strength and your open, un-crying face ever since that night, after he’d steadied your hands in his and he decided to tell you everything you needed (as well as didn’t need, but only wanted) to know from the day’s extermination work. You looked at him quietly for a very long time, and it’s the grim but also soft expression on your face that spoke for yourself and let him know that you acknowledged all of it, and he understood that it’s gonna have to take more than that to break your loyalt—love for him. And he could only pull you close and seal a kiss on your temple in silent recognition, an unspoken promise that indeed, he would always let you know.

It’s why he always comes home to you every night—bruised or unscathed, every night, to you—because in the morning before he leaves, you always tell him Don’t die, fully meaning it each time no matter how light-hearted you make it sound.

Don’t ever leave me alone goes the silent, unspoken directive in your eyes—the one promise you’d wish for him to keep, if nothing else.

“Never,” he always responds, clear and certain, as he kisses your forehead for a long time, his hands squeezing your shoulders tight with a promise.

“I’m not leaving you alone—not today, not ever.”

@sanzu-sanzu-sanzu 🕷

[snelbz]

Tempting the Fates {Chapter 1}

Summary: It’s the final semester of Aelin Galathynius’ collegiate career and she is so beyond ready to be done. Her schedule is packed full of nursing classes and labs designed to test her knowledge and hone her skills for the real world and her “big girl” job. However, she needs one last elective to graduate, so she decides to study a subject she’s always been fascinated by: Mythology. Who would have thought that a class about gods and goddesses living complicated lives would end up complicating her own in such an unexpected way?

A/N: Fun fact about this one, y’all. I wrote the first chapter over 3 years ago and it was for a completely different story. This one has evolved on it's own and Tara and I are so excited to finally share it with you.

Word Count: 3493

Chapters will be posted every Wednesday.

Tempting the Fates Masterlist

Shelby’s Masterlist

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Zeus

– King of the gods and ruler of Mount Olympus; god of the sky, lightning, thunder and law.

The waves lapped against the sand as Aelin sighed. Strong hands rubbed the muscles in her back and worked out the kinks in her neck as the warm sun heated her body. The smell of the salt water filled her senses and she settled into the cushioned chaise. Another set of hands set a fruity looking drink with a little pink umbrella on the table next to her head. She smiled at it.

“Can we get you anything else, miss?”

Aelin opened her mouth to tell them exactly what they could do to her.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Aelin’s eyes snapped open and she glared at her phone, chiming at her to get up.

She groaned, reaching for the offending device and silenced it, pulling her pillow over her head. She began to doze back off when her bedroom door flew open, smacking into the dresser on the wall behind it. She sat bolt upright and found her roommate leaning against the doorframe, a bowl of cereal in her hands and a gleam of mischief in her emerald eyes.

“Rise and shine, princess,” Lysandra drawled. Aelin just continued to scowl at her roommate. The bright warmth of the sun in her dream faded away as she looked out the window. Ice coated it and she could see a fresh layer of snow coated everything. “Aedion is about to be up, too. If you’d like any chance of taking a warm shower before class today, I’d suggest-.”

She was up and in the hallway before Lysandra could even finish her sentence.

Thirty minutes later, she sat on the kitchen counter, hair wrapped up in a towel, eating an apple and going over her schedule for the thousandth time. Her four classes were split into two days each, mercifully giving her Friday off.

Her cousin, long golden hair tied into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, came into the kitchen, pulling the jug of milk out of the fridge. He leaned on the counter across from her and drank straight from the plastic bottle, glaring daggers at her.

“Can I help you with something,” she asked him sweetly.

“You used the last of the hot water,” Aedion sulked, taking another swig.

She looked over, blowing him a quick kiss. “Maybe you should have gotten up earlier.”

He rolled his eyes, identical to her own, and came over to look at her computer screen. “What classes do you have this semester?”

She scrolled down the list, reading them off. “Pathophysiology, Caring for the Childbearing Family, Health and Gerontology, a few labs, and Mythology.”

Aedion’s eyebrows pulled together as she read the last one. “That doesn’t seem like it will be very helpful to a nurse.”

She shrugged, closing the laptop and sliding off the counter. “I needed one last elective. I’ve always been interested in Greek and Roman mythology and it’s a freshman level class. I figured why not study something for fun for once?”

He couldn’t fault her logic and began pulling ingredients out of the fridge to cook breakfast as Aelin headed back towards her bedroom. “Whatever you’re cooking, make two,” she called over her shoulder. She didn’t even need to look back to know the obscene gesture being flicked in her direction.

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Aelin was regretting studying something fun for once as she looked at the map of her classes.

All of her classes, save for one, were in the nursing building. Of course, that one other class was all the way across campus, in one of the general education buildings. At least walking there would take her right past her favorite coffee shop on campus and with an eight am every Tuesday and Thursday morning, she knew she’d take full advantage of that.

Thankfully today was a Monday, so she’d be spending the entirety of her day in the nursing building. But first, she had to have coffee. The first day of the semester required coffee.

Aelin parked in one of the student lots close to the nursing building. Throwing her leather bag over her shoulder, she slammed her car door. It was absolutely freezing and she suppressed a growl as she saw soft white flakes drifting toward the ground.

What a great way to start off the semester, she thought.

She made her way across campus, hands deep in her pockets and face buried in her scarf. As she crossed the quad, she pulled her phone out to check the time. She still had about twenty minutes to get coffee and get to class. Snow crunched under her boots as she picked up the pace, wanting to be sure she made it on time. Aelin was big on first impressions.

As she approached the door of the café, she reached for the handle, but the door swung open suddenly, slamming into her and knocking her off her feet.

The young girl, eyes wide, apologized profusely but said that she had to get to class and ran off. Aelin was mumbling something about where the freshman could go, when she heard a deep chuckle and a tan, tattooed hand appeared in front of her face. She glanced up and the air was pulled from her lungs.

The owner of the hand was a handsome man in his mid-twenties, with hair the color of the snow swirling around his head and green eyes. Not emerald like Lysandra’s, but deep and rich like a pine tree. A tattoo, similar to the one on his hand, snaked up his neck and onto his face. She’d be willing to bet it ran down the whole length of his arm. She’d love to find out for herself. He smiled at her, a wicked, beautiful smile. She could only stare at the gorgeous stranger as she gripped her hand in his. He lifted her to her feet.

“You okay?” He asked. Aelin nodded, pulling her hand out of his. He opened the door and motioned for her to go ahead of him. She stepped into the delicious warmth and immediately got her wits back.

“I’m Aelin,” she said, giving him a man eater’s smile.

“Rowan,” he said, a slight incline of his head in acknowledgment.

“Thank you, Rowan,” she said, letting his name slip out of her lips like a purr, as she’d heard Lysandra do it to her cousin many times. She knew it drove Aedion crazy and for some reason, that’s exactly what she wanted to do to this man. She walked to the line. He got in line behind her and she pulled out her phone, figuring that would be that. A bit of shameless flirting with a stranger was never a bad thing. She ordered her coffee and was surprised when the barista handed her the paper cup, a phone number written on the side. She quirked an eyebrow at the girl, who gave Aelin a knowing glance and looked over her shoulder. Aelin turned around, meeting a pine green gaze, and smiled at him. She headed back out into the frost and snow, pulling her phone out to snap a picture of the cup to send to Lysandra, knowing her best friend would love this.

Finding the classroom in the nursing building where she’d spent the bulk of the past two years was a breeze and she made it into the classroom with seven minutes to spare. She enjoyed her time with Professor Hafiza in the fall and anticipated she’d like her this semester again, too. Nonetheless, she settled in about three-quarters of the way up and looked at the coffee cup again.

Feeling bold, she entered the number into her phone and sent a quick text.

Any chance you want to sweep me off of my feet again and grab drinks later? I’m free anytime after 5:00. – Aelin.

Her phone buzzed almost immediately.

My last class lets out at 6:00 and I have to go to the gym afterward. How does 8:00 sound?

She typed a quick reply and placed her phone back on her desk.

Sounds like a date. The Beer Cellar, on Church Street.

She smirked to herself and glanced down at her watch. 9:58. Not even 10:00 am and the semester was off to a great start.

She unlocked her phone, shooting a quick text to Lysandra, letting her know about her new plans for the evening when she heard the door open and students started to hush.

It wasn’t the most exciting class, Aelin had to admit, but she supposed the information was necessary. Hopefully it wasn’t an indication of how the rest of her semester would go. She needed a little excitement in her schedule, that was for sure.

Aelin liked to be kept on her toes.

After two classes and a crappy salad for lunch from the school cafeteria, Aelin was hurrying across campus and down the street, toward her apartment. Lysandra was nowhere to be found, which meant she was either snuggled up with Aedion somewhere or still in class. Aelin’s bet was on the former.

After organizing her deskspace, Aelin went to her closet, and attempted to pick out what she should wear for the night. It was her first date of the semester, which either meant that it could be a complete win or a complete fail.

She ultimately decided that the sluttier the better.

Laying the gold dress out on her bed, she let herself into the Lysandra’s room, borrowing a pair of strappy black heels she knew her roommate would absolutely approve of and was back out the door, ready to suffer through her first lab of the semester. Three hours was going to drag by, but thankfully, it was only once a week.

And drag by it did, but Aelin wasn’t sure if it was thanks to the monotonous recap of her previous semester’s information or thinking about seeing Rowan again. She usually wasn’t so forward, even though Rowan had clearly been the one to start it all, giving her his number. But still, she typically would have at least waited a day or two before texting him.

But there was just something about him that she couldn’t get out of her head.

She grabbed her gym bag out of the car, thankful she had a bit of time to get a work out in before she went out. Thanks to tonight, Aelin was a pent up ball of energy and needed to get it out someway. After a solid forty-five minutes on the treadmill and nearly thirty on the free weights, Aelin was heading for the locker room when she noticed a silver head of hair across the gym.

She watched him as he pulled himself up on the bar, his chin going over the piece of metal each time. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, sweat poured down his chest as his arms swelled. Aelin had been right.

That tattoo went across his chest, and all the way down his arm. He did the pull-ups so effortlessly, and Aelin’s mind began to wander to unholy places.

It wasn’t until his feet hit the mat beneath him that she was brought back to reality and hurried into the locker room. If he was here, that meant their date was approaching, and she had to get ready. She checked her phone. It was nearly seven.

Aelin hurried back home and showered. She had once vowed, during her freshman year, that she would avoid the gym showers at all costs and only used them under emergency circumstances. Luckily, her and Lysandra’s apartment was only five minutes from the gym.

After a shower and a full-body shaving session, Aelin was brushing out her long, golden hair and blow drying it until it was flowing freely down her back. She kept her makeup decently simple - at least, that’s how she made it look, and straightened the slight waves out of her hair before putting on her little, golden dress.

Once she had slipped on Lysandra’s heels, she was looking at herself in the mirror and even she had to admit that she was looking hot.

After grabbing her clutch, she hurried down the hallway and into the living room, where she found Lysandra and Aedion snuggled together on the couch, watching a movie.

“Going out with a stranger?” Lysandra asked, brow raised. “I'm so proud of you.”

“Yeah, just keep it in your pants,” Aedion mumbled.

“I thought I’d bring him back here,” she said, winking at Lysandra. “You don’t want to have breakfast together tomorrow?”

“Absolutely not,” Aedion mumbled and Lysandra chuckled, leaning into his embrace.

“Have fun, call me if you need me,” Lysandra called as Aelin blew them a kiss and headed for the door.

Her Uber was waiting when she walked out front and before she knew it, she was walking down the stairs into her favorite bar. Glancing around, she didn’t see Rowan sitting at the bar or any of the booths around the room.

So she bought herself a drink and claimed one of the pool tables, setting her coat and clutch on a bar stool nearby. Over halfway through the game, she felt eyes on her and glanced up to find Rowan standing at the other end of the table. Giving him a smirk, she knocked the cue ball into the yellow-striped 9 ball. It sank into the pocket.

“Playing with yourself?” Rowan asked, and Aelin caught a slight accent that she had missed earlier.

Aelin’s grin widened. “Well, if I’m left hanging, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.”

Rowan breathed a laugh. “Fair enough. And if I asked to join?”

“You sure you don’t just want to watch?” she asked, leaning on the table, making sure her cleavage was perfectly visible.

Rowan’s tongue shot out and subtly licked his bottom lip. “Tempting.”

Aelin pushed herself back and grabbed the rack, starting to collect the balls. “Buy me a drink and then we’ll talk.”

Rowan bit his lip to hide his spreading grin. “Fair enough. I’ll be back.”

Aelin watched as he left, watched as he went to the bar and bought her another drink, alongside one for himself. He came back with two glasses. One was the color of the sunrise, the other a caramelly brown.

“Sex on the Beach?” Aelin asked, brow raised.

He shrugged and handed her the glass. “Sounded promising.”

“So… Rowan,” she said, letting his name drag out as she said it. He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and the black Henley he wore made his hair seem even brighter in the dim light of the bar.

“Aelin,” he purred right back, pulling a pool stick from the wall behind her, nearly boxing her in. She realized then how much larger than her he was.

She loved it.

“I hope your coffee helped you get through the rest of your day,” she said, resetting the game and racking the balls. She glanced at him over her shoulder as she reached into the middle of the table, and he was watching her, staring at her ass.

Slutty was definitely the right option tonight.

“It certainly did, especially considering how boring it was,” he replied, reaching around her for the chalk that rested on the edge of the table. “But when I got your text, it gave me something to look forward to. Even if it made the day last twice as long.”

“Happy I could help.” She picked her drink up and stirred it, before taking a long sip through the straw.

“Would you like to break, or should I?” He asked, nodding to the pool table.

“Let’s see what you can do.”

He grunted as he stepped forward, lined up his stick, and knocked the cue ball into the others. They broke apart, but none of them fell into the pockets. Rowan stood there for a moment, his lips pursed. Meanwhile, Aelin tossed her head back and burst into laughter.

“Alright, alright,” Rowan said, straightening up and turning to face her. “So pool isn’t my thing.”

Aelin stepped up next to him and aimed her stick, leaning over the table, her ass nearly rubbed up against Rowan’s front. “Hopefully you’re better at other things.”

Rowan’s hand brushed along Aelin’s hip, just as she got ready to shoot, causing her shot to go haywire. She spun around, eyes narrowed. “That’s foul play.”

“No one said we were playing fair,” he countered.

“What about playing for drinks?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

He lifted his own eyebrows and he said, “I’ve got an eight am…”

Shrugging, she said, “So do I.” Then she leaned in close, thankful for the three-inch heels she’d pilfered from Lysandra’s closet and breathed into his ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re up in time.”

“So sure of how this night is going to go,” he said quietly, just loud enough for her to hear him, and she felt his hand skimming over the curve of her ass. “Fine. We’ll play for drinks.”

It turned out Rowan hadn’t been lying about pool not being his thing. They played three games back to back, and he lost them all, but every time he returned with a drink for Aelin, he had one for himself as well. By the time she dragged him towards the small dance floor in the center of the bar, they were both stumbling and his lips found her neck before his hands even gripped her hips.

His lips were soft, gentle, nothing like she had expected. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe he was just getting tired, perhaps he was usually rough.

But, when his hands found Aelin’s hips and he brought her back into him, she felt that roughness. It seemed Rowan was the best of both worlds. Gentle when prompted, rough beneath the surface.

Aelin turned to him and slung her arms around his neck, bringing his lips to hers. Their mouths crashed into one another, and their bodies slowed until it felt like they were the only two on the dancefloor.

Rowan pulled away, just a little bit, and breathed, his eyes wild, “Aelin-.”

“Take me to your place,” she said, her mouth finding his, once again.

Before she knew what was happening, they were in the backseat of an Uber, unable to keep their hands off of one another. Thanks to it being a college town, the driver didn’t say a word, just dropped them in front of an upscale building, just off the east side of campus.

She noticed how nice it was on the short elevator ride up, but was much more preoccupied by the way his hips pressed into hers. He dragged her along the hall, his lips never leaving hers, until her back was pressed against a cool door and he was fumbling to get it unlocked. It swung wide and she gripped his collar, pulling him inside.

Throwing her clutch and coat by the door, Aelin let her hands dive into his cropped silver hair and he responded by cupping her ass and lifting her up. Her legs were around his waist and he carried her through the apartment and into his bedroom. Neither of them had any delusions about how and where this would end and Aelin felt like she was going to combust as he dropped her on the bed and gazed down at her.

His eyes were full of lust, full of hunger, a wild animal with his eye on his prey. He wasted no time stripping Aelin down and admiring her body with his hands, his tongue, his lips. Rowan may not have been good at pool, but he was right when he said he was far better at other things.

He worshipped her, and Aelin knew it wasn’t the alcohol when she was sent into utter bliss.

When he rolled off of her, breath still uneven, Aelin watched as he dealt with the condom and fell back into the bed beside her.

She cleared her throat. “I can go…if you want me to.”

Rowan turned to look at her, and she could tell he was still just as drunk as she was. “What? No, of course not. You said you’ve got an eight am, too, right?” She nodded and he tugged on her hand, pulling her closer to him. They were both still gloriously naked and she could feel the heat radiating off of his body. “Then we can both make sure the other is up so we aren’t late. Or too hungover.”

Aelin snorted softly, resting her head on his chest. “I think that particular ship has sailed.”

“You’re probably right,” he mumbled and she could tell he was already starting to doze. She was on the brink of sleep herself.

Aelin decided then, as her eyes closed, that she didn’t care if she was hungover in the morning, or if she was late to her eight am. A night being praised by Rowan had been perfectly worth it.

[its-me-im-coraline]

NSFW Alphabet // Ethan Torchio

words // 2383

warnings // smut, clearly its nsfw headcannons

pairing // Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader (might be mentions that seem like they are for f reamer but comeon theres lingerie for every body 👁️👄👁️)

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. an apology to the people on my tag list i think i accidentally have not been tagging you this whole time i am so so so sorry omg

request // yes, it was a reblog i cant find it right now

summary // self explanatory

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Regarding you, Ethan is the king of after care. As rough as he can be in bed, that’s just how sweet he can be once you're done with it. Goes full on dad mode (don’t know how else to explain this). He will have water, painkillers if you’re now in pain, a washcloth to clean you up, new clothes, and of course the cuddles.

“I’m alright, Ethan. I can do it on my own,” you say as Ethan walks to you with the wet cloth ready to clean the mess he made on your body.

“I know you can, amore. I just want to take care of you,” he says as he leaves a kiss on your lips.

I can also see him being the one to make a big fat breakfast the morning after, or at least get up early to pick something up.

Now I also feel that he is in need of some aftercare. It depends on the day really, if he’s had a pretty rough day and all I feel like he’d ask for some backrubs after. In this case he’d fall asleep so quickly like omg. But on the biggest part I see him feeling the need to reassure you that the things he said (i think we already established that this man would call you a slut) are not how he feels about you and will be asking if you feel the same.

“Do you love me?”

“Wha- of course I do, Ethan! Where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know… I guess - I guess I am worried that you don’t after what I said.”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

When it comes to himself I feel like he really likes his chest and arms. Like I don’t know but I see him really getting off with you pretty much mastubating on his chest. Ya know what I mean? (i think you do you little sluts). He pretty much enjoys anything you do on his chest. I can imagine him looking at the mirror after you two had sex, seeing the cum on his chest along with the marks you have left and just smiling.

“What are you looking at, love?” You ask, seeing as the man is standing in front of the bathroom mirror from your spot on the hotel bed.

“Nothing, just the mess you made.”

“Mhm, and I bet you like it, huh?”

“You have no idea… Hey, are you sure you got tired? Cause I think I can do another round.”

As for his arms, as I said, he simply really enjoys that he can man handle you anytime, get you in any position he likes and feel you scratching them from the pleasure.

When it comes to you, Ethan is an ass guy. Say what you want but the man is an ass guy, end of discussion. He loves anything that involves your but. It does not explicitly have to be something like anal. He simply enjoys seeing your butt and holding it in his hand. It does not matter if it’s big or not, if it has stretch marks or whatever. Wear lingerie that he likes or that itty bitty teeny weeny bikini if you wear them or even some tight pants that make your butt just poìp and he can not contain himself.

I think I have said that to someone here (i think I had sent an ask to zodi @ icouldbeyourputtet) before but I feel like this man is very into spanking, like not even the rough malicious way. but this very wholesome chill way.

You had been talking about it all day, not having had a minute alone with each other for days, you could only dream what you could do that night after everyone left.

A playlist was playing in the background and a cigarette was burning on the ashtray next to your legs, you assuming a similar position, as said cigarette, bent over Ethan’s lap as he caressed your ass cheeks and back, playing around with the lingerie set he had gifted you a while back. (Did I just go to search my fave porn vid, lol exposing myself, and get disappointed because I can’t find it and translate it into fanfiction? yes yes i did, so bare with what i can remember)

“It’s okay, baby, you can take a little more, come on,” he praised, leaving a spank and yet another soft rub on the very red cheek.

He continued, going with the music, a very nice pattern, not very rough spanks but just enough to cause pain, pleasure and redness all over. Accidentally the man landed a few very rough ones causing a gasp and a series of giggles as you practically fell off his lap.

“Ethan, what the hell?” You laughed getting up from the floor and this time sitting on the man’s lap, sharing kisses with him.

“What,” he copied your action and laughed, “it was not intentional. I got carried away by how nice your butt is.”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is and is not messy. He will not want the cum to be in every surface possible you know, he will be careful but at the same time this man just loves to see his cum on you, whether it’s your back or your stomach, or in you if you’re ok with it. I bet he has a teeny weeny breeding kink but not necessarily because of the idea of breeding you but rather because he looooves seeing his cum run out of you… I'm not sure if this falls in the breeding kink category but alright

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes to fuck you while watching porn.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he is pretty experienced. From what they band has said in interviews and stuff, he seems to be getting some pretty often (no one, NO ONE, is surprised at that). He is not acting arrogant tho (not unless that’s the dynamic of the night), he is willing to learn what works for you and you specifically

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As I said this man is an ass guy so I’d say anything that involves having the view of your ass. Humor me but i think he’d really like 69 with a female/afab partner (don’t know if this works very well with two dick-baring people lol). It has it all, eating you out,

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think it can be both with him. He will not exactly try to make jokes but if something like the previously mentioned spanking incident happens it’s def welcome.

Now as a general rule I see him being pretty serious. I will be honest, I’m getting brat tamer vibes from this man so it’s all pretty serious when you really get into it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Considering he’s an Italian man and if you look at a lot of photos of him he def fit the ‘mediterenean’ man type. I see him just barely grooming. I don’t see him really shaving or whatever but he also wouldn’t want you to choke on pupic hair, he much rathers you choke on his dick

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It all depends, really. He can be quite intimate with you but it all depends on the moment. There are different occasions for everything. For example, and this is a paradox that I hope I’m explaining well enough to understand, he is not very rough (will not be very aggressive and stuff, like to the extreme those tik tok boys want to pretend they are with their * growling * ew) but he will be rough. intimidating looks, spanking just enough to make you feel pain and redden up your ass cheeks. He’s like that mostly when you are being bratty.

Most of the times, like we’re talkin kind of lazy sex moments, it more wholesome ig, like very intimate and just comfortable and almost comforting. Ok, but like why do i see him having sex and having casual conversation (not the most common, i see this as like lazy day off, having nothing else to do and not being like super horny but being more like h o r n y … am i making sense?)

Setting the scene, you two are at home, both have a day off but it’s kind of raining so any of your plans are ruined. At this point it’s at around 10 am, not early, not late. You have missed each other and both have made it obvious but you are both in a very tired state so you opt for something not too much.

Plain and simple missionary is what goes around this time, Ethan on top just holding your legs around his waist,, going at a pretty medium pace.

“It’s a pity the weather is bad today,” says Ethan staring out the window.

“I know, we were going to go to the beach… I’m bummed about it,” you say, short of breath as the man continues his pace fucking you.

“Mhm, true. But this is better, amore, no? I’ve missed you so much,” he breaths out the last part, moans interrupting his words.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does that pretty often, especially if you are not around to help. Sometimes it’s because of you that he needs to. I would def see him exchanging naked pics with you and at first he does that to tease you but he ends up teased when he sees a video you sent of you masturbating.

Bets that he’d be taking photos and vids of you fucking on occasion so he goes to these when he misses you on tour.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As I mentioned previously I see Ethan to be a brat tamer. That I see to be the main kink that kind of works around everything else.

“Can you stop this, slut? It has gotten exhausting. I told you no noise but here you are,” he ordered, looking down at you trembling below his finger tips.

His face was quite stoic, voice never wavering from the strict and cold tone he tended to have when scolding you on the daily. Most times it was leaving a cup out of the sink but this time the scolding came from misbehaving. As if it was not enough that he was punishing you for being a brat and riling him up all morning, now you had to disobey orders. It was getting to him for sure.

“I’m sorry daddy,” you whisper, Ethan seeming satisfied with the response.

“Aw, why so tame puppy, now you decide to be nice?” His tone stayed the same, his words imitating a joke but the whole ordeal was not even close to it.

Now as for other kinks (did I open a site because I could not think? yes, shut up), as a result of being a brat tamer dom there are some few more kinks accompanying specifically that. He is def into bondage, both tying you up but also being tied up on occasion.

“Puppy, I have told you that is not a way to treat me. Untie me,” he says calmly, wrists tied on the headboard of the bed, eyes fixated to you.

“Well, why not? You do it all the time,” you whine, placed on all fours, facing Ethan as you lean towards him on your hands, “I want in on the fun.”

If only he was not tied… Ethan’s mind was already going places, figuring out exactly how he would punish you after you untie him -or after he escapes the restrains, whatever comes first. You knew that, very well - in all honestly that was the plan, that is always the plan.

“Amore, let me go. Let me go and your punishment will be tame,” he voiced looking at you, now positioned on top of his lap, touching yourself right then and there.

“I sense you want to be punished puppy, don't you?” You simply nod your head, eyes closed in pleasure.

“You see, the problem is you will not enjoy what I am thinking.”

“Mhmn.”

“Well, get yourself off now that you can, cause after I get my hands on you… You’re not getting to cum for days, amore.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly, anywhere. I can see him having a preference to the luxury of either of your houses or a hotel room but if you push his buttons just right, some restaurant’s bathroom it is.

why can i imagine him having sex at a weeding venue’s bathroom….. omg…..

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Honestly, both. I feel like he would be extremely good at giving it, but would never opposed to receiving

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s ok with them but he doesn’t love them, ya know?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

Is surely try to do new things but it will always depends on what it is.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Come on. This goes without saying. He is a drummer for a living. He can surely go on for long…

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I def feel like he has a fair amount of toys. Some for himself, some for you… He looooves using them to punish you.

(small mention to my last fic little puppet)

“Beautiful, puppy! You have been doing so good for us, taking your punishment so well, but we are not done yet.” A buzz sound is what concerned the girl, eyes widening at the toy.

It was a small remote virator, imitating sucking on the clit. The drummer placed the girl over his knees, stuffing the toy between his leg and her clit, shocking the sensitive bud. “I think you can take a few more spanks,” said the man, landing one at the expanse of her thigh, the skin giggling at the contact.

“Damiano, count,” ordered the assertive man, seeing his friend kneel in front of Y/N, kissing her and then doing as he was told.

“I think we were left on twenty-three. Twenty four,” he began, counting all the way to forty before the ordeal was over.

The whole time Y/N was shaking, just about to fall off the edge, asking for permission to cum but her wishes were not granted just yet. She was exhausted, overstimulated, frustrated, and now unable to move on her own. But, oh man did she need more. The two men were more than willing to assist her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A ton! It’s his specialty. Maybe one of his most common punishments is edging and teasing. He can drag it on for days

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is not very loud but is surely encouraging you to be.

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[jinx-jade]

Contagious adoption Part 2: Creatures

Marinette and Tim were sitting in the living room of one of Tim’s apartments. They had flown in from the Tibet village about thirteen or fourteen hours ago.

Tim had filled out all the adoption papers and any other legal papers his newly claimed daughter would need. To his surprise, Marinette had identification papers. He had thought the little deity didn’t need them. After all, Marinette had lived on the hill to grant wishes, why would she need identification papers.

Unless she didn’t live on the hill her whole life… 

Thinking back to what Marinette had said when he asked her why she stayed up on the mountain all alone. Tim had a feeling she’s been abandoned before.

Back on the mountain, Marinette had shifted from one foot to the other a few times before answering his question. She seemed to have been contemplating what to tell him. Or was it how much to tell him? 

Her answer, “Because I have nowhere else to go and no one waiting for me anywhere.” was a well-thought-out way to respond. 

If no one wants you, then no one waits for you.

If no one waits for you, then you have nowhere to go.

“... ake, Mr. Drake,” Marinette called for the umpteenth time.

“Sorry about that, guess I got lost in my thoughts,” Tim said with a sheepish smile. “Did you need something? Oh, and you can just call me Tim, or any variation of dad that you’re comfortable with.”

“Oh, uh, I don’t need anything… ” The little deity trailed off. “But, uh, does… does Papa work?”

Tim gave his daughter a soft smile.

‘His daughter. Now wasn’t that a strange thought.’ Tim couldn’t help but think to himself.

“You can call me Papa if you want.” He said with a smile, before adding, “I can speak French and a few other languages.”

Tim was unsure why he felt like mentioning that he can speak French was important. However, when Tim saw Marinette look up at him in awe, he couldn’t help but think It was the right thing to say.

“Now, what is it you wanted to do,” Tim asked, picking his daughter up so she doesn’t have to look up at him the whole conversation.

“Can we make cookies? It’s… It’s been a long time since I’ve had any…” Marinette trailed off again.

“Of course we can make cookies. What kind did you want to make?” Tim asked with a soft smile.

Life continued like normal for the young CEO, vigilante, with the addition of a small deity. However, there were a few changes to his lifestyle.

Tim was now able to cook and bake, not as good as Alfred, but he figured that Alfred won’t ban him from the kitchen.

Tim also registered Marinette Drake-Wayne as being homeschooled. Which was fine since Tim was technically qualified to homeschool his kid. However, Marinette flew through the classes like they were nothing. Her teachers wanted to have her IQ tested, but Marinette said she didn’t want to, so no one pushed it.

Tim also worked from home, only ever showing up to meetings. He also seemed to have a little helper when it came to some of the paperwork. Turns out, Marinette knows how a business runs, and how to run one. It was slightly concerning, but his daughter waved his concern off.

Tim took a break from being a vigilante. He still helped out by sending the bats reports of the rogue of the day, or sometimes a week, that they were tracking. Marinette helped out with this as well. Apparently, she’s been a vigilante before. To say that Tim was concerned was an understatement, but his concern was once again, waved off.

After a month of living with his adopted daughter, Tim had his first in-person meeting at W.E.

“Hey bean, do you want to come with me to work?” Tim asked while making breakfast.

“Am I allowed to?” Marinette shot back in response.

“I mean, B. always took his kids to work so, I’m just gonna say you’re allowed to,” Tim answered with a shrug, setting the food at the table.

Marinette shrugged back.

“Sure! I’ll go ahead and call H.R. and let them know I’ll be making my first appearance as Marinette Drake-Wayne.” Marinette informed him, before digging into her food.

Tim chuckled at that.

“You’re definitely gonna be H.R.’s favorite.” He claimed before he began eating his breakfast.

“Papa, I used to grant magic wishes on a hill with mythical creatures, that is my version of normal. I’m willing to bet that I will be H.R.’s least favorite person by the end of the year.” Marinette claimed, causing Tim to laugh.

“Bean, sweetheart, you’re about to call H.R. to let them know about a mess they will have to clean up. The rest of the Waynes, myself included, usually just let them find out through the tabloids and news stations. You’re definitely gonna be their favorite.” Tim informed his daughter.

_______________________

Tim stepped out of his car and walked through W.E. up to his office. He was aware of the attention that was on him, not bothered by it in the slightest.

He looked down at his daughter to see that she was trying to hide from sight. She was clearly not comfortable with everyone looking at her. Well, everyone looking at her and the lack of magic. He really should have remembered that Marinette has extremely bad anxiety whenever she can’t freely use magic. In his defense, it seemed that neither of them had remembered due to having barely left the apartment the whole month Marinette has been living there.

Tim looked up and around the workplace. He raised a brow at the employees that were just watching, most of them scrambled to work, or simply turned their attention away to seem busy.

When Tim and Marinette finally made it to Tim’s office, they thought they could relax, only to see the rest of the Waynes sitting inside.

Bruce looked like he was about to ask something, but stopped when he caught sight of the little girl hiding behind Tim.

Tim of course, ignored his families questioning stares in favor of calming his daughter.

Tim sat Marinette down in his office chair with a cup of coffee, before turning his attention to the others in the room.

“I wasn’t aware everyone started working at W.E.” Tim joked with a raised brow. A clear question as to why they were in his office.

“Not all of us do,” Dick answered looking towards the small child. “Did you just give the tiny person coffee?”

Tim shrugs the question off easily, “Caffeine helps calm her anxiety when she’s too overwhelmed.”

“And who exactly is she?” Damian inquired, sounding a bit more like a demand than a question.

Tim looked over to Marinette who seemed to be doing slightly better. There wasn’t much else they could do besides give her more coffee and random tasks to do. He gestured for her to come over and talk, a simple task to take her mind off the lack of magic. She slowly made her way off the office chair and towards the group of people.

“Marinette, this is my adoptive father, brothers, and sister, Bruce, Barbara, Dick, Cass, Jason, Steph, and Damian. Guys, this is Marinette Drake-Wayne, my adopted daughter.”

Marinette gave a small, shy wave and smile before hiding behind her father once again.

“You disappeared for a month, and apparently adopted a kid.” Jason states. “Damn, and here I thought it was supposed to be my job to stress B. out.” He claimed with a chuckle.

“Could one of you watch Marinette for me while B. and I are in the meeting? I had asked her this morning if she wanted to come since I couldn’t leave her at home alone, but I don’t think either of us thought It would be this bad for her anxiety.” Tim states.

“How about those of us who don’t have a meeting to attend will go back to the manor, and we can watch over Marinette,” Barbara suggests.

Tim looked to Marinette to see if she would be ok with it, only to receive a shrug from the little deity.

“Ok.” Tim agreed after some hesitation. “If Marinette starts getting too anxious then give her something with caffeine in it and have her draw, or bake something,” Tim informs them.

After Marinette and Tim say their goodbyes, Marinette follows Barbara, Dick, Cass, and Steph out to the limo.

The drive to Wayne manor was awkward, to say the least. None of the Waynes had known that Tim adopted a kid, and they weren’t sure if she knew about their nightly activities, so they stayed quiet.

Tim’s daughter didn’t seem to mind the silence. Marinette was looking out the window calmly with no signs of her previous anxiety. However, every once in a while her hand slightly opens and closes as if grabbing something.

When they arrived at the manor, Dick was immediately grabbed into a hug by his daughter. Mar’i speaks too fast and excitedly for them to understand, unknowingly grabbing the attention of most of the Waynes.

Cass however, noticed the youngest and newest Waynes flinch at Mar’i’s unexpected appearance. Cass quickly and quietly, moved away from the other Waynes, bringing Marinette with her, inside the manor.

“Would the two of you like anything to drink or snack on?” Alfred asked when they entered.

“Tea. Muffin,” Cass says pointing to herself. “Coffee. Muffin?” Cass said pointing to Marinette.

“Of course, why don’t the two of you relax in the garden,” Alfred suggests.

Cass nodded her head leading them to the garden while Alfred left to prepare their snacks and drinks. Marinette seemed to be stuck in her head and simply followed Cass silently.

Marinette and Cass spent the afternoon in the garden, the plants seemed to have a calming effect on the smaller Wayne. After Marinette being in the garden for a while and drinking her coffee, Marinette seemed to have calmed down.

However, not all of Marinette’s anxiety and nerves were calmed by the coffee and plants. Cass just wasn’t sure what else could be calming the little bluenette.

After a few more minutes had passed, some small creatures started gravitating towards Marinette.

A white rabbit, some squirrels, birds, even a butterfly landed on Marinette’s nose making the girl giggle.

Cass could only watch in awe as the small creatures came closer. None of them wanted any food, water, or shelter, they simply wanted Marinette’s attention.

Then Cass noticed that the few small injuries and bruises she had received from last night’s patrol were fading away.

No.

They were healing.

Cass took out her phone and quickly recorded her injuries healing too fast to be normal, this seemed like the kind of thing the other bats would want to know. 

Cass also took a video and a few pictures of Marinette playing with the animals. She had to admit, the pictures looked adorable, so of course, she sent some to Tim. 

Chat: Tim

Cass: one attached picture*

Tim: good call on bringing her to the garden

Cass: Alfred idea

Tim: where are the others

Cass: Mar’i frightened? Marenet?

Tim: KEEP MARINETTE AWAY FROM KORI AND MARI

Cass: why

Tim: Marinette isn’t

Tim: normal

Cass: one attached video*

Tim: yeah

Tim: her anxiety is caused by not being able to use magic freely

Tim: should have mentioned that before

Tim: sorry

Cass: I text others?

Tim: Yeah go-ahead

Tim: Lunch break is over

Tim: I'll see you guys when the meetings are over

Cass: ok

Cass shot a quick text to Dick, warning him that Tim doesn’t want Kor’i or Mar’i near Marinette till he was at the manor, before looking up from her phone to check on Marinette. She seemed to be relaxed, definitely not as anxious as before. Cass probably wouldn’t have been able to tell that Marinette has anxiety from looking at her right now.

Marinette looked up from the little creatures she seemed to have befriended, with a smile. She got up with some plants in her hand and made her way towards Cass.

Marinette placed a flower crown on Cass’s head with a giggle, before running back to the animals.

Cass couldn’t help but think that Tim had a lot of explaining to do when he gets to the manor.

‘But that’s not my problem to deal with.’ Cass thought to herself as she took a picture of the flower crown and sent it to the family chat.

[pepperpills]

karl caught s/o masturbating

jeez, i got so excited for my first request that i may have made it a bit too long hehe hope u enjoy it

once it is said "s/o", i chose to do it karl x female reader because it is easier for me, but i'm sorry if that is not what you wanted .-.

here it is (needless to say it has NSFW content, so kids, skip this one):

Saturday Surprise

It was still Saturday. Usually, it would make you happy, because that meant you would have some time alone with Karl, he would take a break from work and his obsessions just to find himself cuddling your hair as you two watched one of the marvellous Romanian sunsets on the factory’s ceiling. But not this Saturday. He was gone for the weekend for “fixing those bastards, kitten” he said when he told a gloomy you about his soon-to-happen absence.

He left on Friday morning after a snoring heavy sleep due to the tiredness you gave him with your goodbye. Heisenberg kissed you on the forehead and told you he wouldn’t be long, but any time away from him felt like eternity to you.

You wandered the factory corridors – the ones you found safe -, ended up in a room full of his records and played a little music, dancing alone. It wasn’t bad, but at night, when you laid on that queen sized bed, oppressed by that sea of pillows unused, you missed him hard and could only fall asleep after putting on one of his explorer’s-like shirts. It has his smell all over it: metal, burned wood and a bit of oil too. It was infinitely reassuring and made you sleep tight.

The thing is, when you woke up on that lazy Saturday, not much later than the sun, lycans’ roars and crows’ croaks, that scent had you, well… wet, as if you had wet dreams with Karl, and maybe you had. The scent was like waking up to him, and as you wake up, you close your eyes and imagine him hugging you, sleepy mumbling into your hair, holding you to that position, trying to convince you to go back to sleep; you knew, on days like that, you would have to convince him to get up, he would hold you even tighter, let out low curses, harmless ones, and when he was lastly wakeful, he would attack you with tickles and fondness.

You snort in frustration and get up. A heavy breakfast would drive your mind away from it, you think. Anyways, you just have to hold it until he is back as you knew how teased he gets when you have a little fun without him. On your way to the kitchen, though, something else attracts your attention. His office door is opened. It wasn’t a secret, you could come in and out as you wished, just making sure not to disturb him on his work, but you never really pocked around there as he was always nearby. And there it is: a unique opportunity.

You sneak into the room as if you had bad intentions, you even imagine a cartoonish version of yourself rubbing hands, maliciously smiling at nothing in particular. His office has some filing cupboards on a wall, where you find nothing but his journals, notes on tests he applied and pictures of his experiments, some of its drawers have junk too and it is more or less disorganized. The right part of the office has a surgery bed and some tools, as you are not really interested in that, you don’t take a closer look.

Instead, you go directly to his chair. It is one of these quilted black director’s chairs with a tall backrest. There is a small, mahogany chest on the table in front of it, along with some minor metal parts, a lamp and some papers. You try to open it, but it is locked. You sigh, imagining what is inside. Maybe a gift? You wonder. Anyways, that morning laziness starts to get to you again and you feel comfortable in his chair. You close your eyes and can’t help yourself, but to remember all those memories of you two having fun in that exact spot. It arouses you instantly.

You were already wet, but now you are desperately needy. You recall getting on your knees one night when he refused to go to bed, even though he was restless, so, to convince him, you started kissing his waist line, going down, slowly, touching his strong, thick thighs, his moans like opera to your ears. Your hand slips into your pantie, automatically starting to stimulate your clit with your pussy soaked. You moan imagining it was his firm scarred hand rubbing you roughly, trying his best to satisfy you intensely on his steadfast manner.

You picture him coming from behind the chair, he touches your shoulders, put a little pressure on them, then let his fingers reach your breast through his shirt you are wearing, playing with your already hard nipples. You let low moans out, getting more and more turned on with that thought.

“Karl…” You whisper in pleasure.

“Yes?” A leonine voice responds from the door.

You open your eyes on a rush, turning fast to look a savage Heisenberg in the eye. He is framed by the door frame, looking like a man who just finished a mission, a hard day of work, but still has the energy. He still has his glasses on and is holding his hammer.

He walks in, saying nothing, which disturbs you deeply. He lays his hammer on the wall by the door and walks towards you. You can see his annoyed eyes because of the angle, he is too close, staring down at you.

“Having fun, ain’t you?” He asks, maliciously. “Hope you left enough for me.” Karl, then, smiles, not a sympathy smile, but a vicious one, one that tells you he will have you until the last drop of cum drains from him.

“Karl… I’m sorry. I’m gonna make it up to you.” You promise, almost on your knees.

“Oh, I bet you will.” He tells you. “Lean on the table.” It is an order.

You don’t have enough time to be confused, you don’t care anyway, your heart is beating fast, both because of fear and lust. You do as he says, leaning on the table so he has a privileged view of your butt. He spanks it one, two, three times, making you scream, getting even wetter than before.

“Tell me how much you like it, kitten.” He whispers fiercely in your ear.

“I-I love it, Karl, please…” You say in between moans as his hand grips your butt firmly.

His fingers touch your skin down the pantie, never penetrating your pussy, just messing around with your juice, pressing your butthole, entering just a little. You are hotter than ever, feeling tempted by this anal play, wishing for more.

All at once, the mahogany chest on the table spreads open – it has inner metal parts after all - and you see a shiny metal thing in there. You don’t recognize it at first, but when it starts flying to your back and you notice a black ornamental rose pinned to a drop-shaped object, you realise it is an anal plug. You groan to it as its cold metallic surface touches your hole. So Karl had a new toy hidden from you. That excites you even more.

“I don’t know if brats like you deserve this…” Heisenberg teases you, defiance sounding all over his tone.

“I will behave, I promise.” You promise again, willing to do whatever the hell he wants you to.

“Very well.” He says and you feel it slipping into you, making you feel so damn good.

You move your hips like crazy, feeling both his hand on your pussy and the plug in your ass. It feels good. Feels terrific.

“Argh, kitten, if you keep like that…” He groans and you know you have him hard, oh, you bet he has a major boner pulsating on those pants.

And you are absolutely right. Heisenberg is almost melting with the vision of your butt. Every time you move your hips you touch his delicious rod on. He has to bite his lips not to give you the satisfaction, but God damn it! you know how to make things hard for him. He can’t take no more of that.

Karl sits on the chair and pulls you straight to his lap, you sit on his cock and moan now knowing how you made him feel. He pulls it off, not even minding the rest of his clothes, just yours as he realises you from his shirt, having you completely naked for his gaze.

You don’t think much before hooping in his cock, feeling it all inside you at once, pressed by your very stimulated pussy and the plug. Both inside of you, giving you so much pleasure you could faint.

He is moaning savagely, griping your waist, making you shake for him, coming up and down like a happy rabbit, his happy pup.

He can’t stand the vision of your boobs jumping right in front of his eyes, so he grabs one and bites it. You scream due to surprise, but a wave of pleasure flows through your body. You are close, very close.

“Karl, I think I am gonna come.” You tell him, spoiled, moaning.

“I am too, buttercup.” He answers, sucking your neck, leaving a mark for sure, just to visually state that you are his.

You intensify the speed feeling as he tightens his grip. His cock is pulsating so much right now, you feel it all inside of you, you feel his cum being released deep down, filling you entirely and it is all for you and because of you.

You both are panting, completely weary because of so much exercise and pleasure. You hug him and burry your face on the curve of his neck and his collarbone, smelling the smell of metal, burned wood and a bit of oil too.

“I missed you.” You whisper in his ear.

“I missed you too, kitten.” He answers, cuddling your hair.

[kneelesssharks]

How to Lose the Lottery

Hi! This is my first actually story post on tumblr so please give me feedback! :) 

George Weasley X fem!Reader (Muggle!au)

Inspo: this song

Summary: You’re remembering the night that you broke up with George Weasley. Looking back at your relationship you’re missing the good, but you can’t forget the last day you were together.

Warnings: Angst

If you have to go on one more ridiculous date you’ll scream. Ever since you and George broke up your friends had been insistent that you find someone else, or at least try and break out of your slump. 

You had been with George since your second year at university. He had already graduated and was working on becoming a computer sciences professor. He was in grad school, and you were a beautiful, fresh faced sophomore. It seemed simple, he had a decent enough job that he had a nice apartment close to campus. You were just nineteen, he was twenty-three. It made sense, guys your age were focused on partying, rather than being responsible young adults. 

Your first couple dates were fun, he’d taken you on the London Eye, and taken you for some really amazing food after. He was really sweeping you off your feet. A couple weeks into your relationship you started to spend more and more time at his apartment. You’d stay over on weekends and spend the week at your dorm to get your work done. Every Saturday morning you’d make pancakes in one of his old shirts he’d let you sleep in. You always woke up before him, used to your classes being earlier in the day, while he scheduled his for after ten am. He told you how much he loved waking up to you making breakfast in his shirt while playing music quietly as to not waking him up. 

Every morning he’d walk up to you half asleep without a shirt on and wrap his arms around your waist, placing a light kiss on your temple before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He used to love hearing you giggle. Used to. 

About a year into your relationship he’d asked you to move in with him. Obviously you were excited. This is the first long term serious relationship you had ever been in. You really felt like George was the one for you. You really loved him.

Then everything sort of... stopped. The hugs from the back, the sleeping in his t shirt, him waking up to drive you to class. Being together all the time made all the niceness of being together fall to the wayside. There wasn’t any excitement in your relationship, even when you’d tried to surprise George with dinner and a tight dress, with a beautiful and delicate lace lingerie on underneath, he’d be working late at the library. You’d changed out of your dress and into one of your pj sets and packed up the food into the fridge by the time George got home.

Then Angelina entered the picture. She was a transfer from Oxford that George had been assigned to show around the Comp Sci department. She was brilliant and beautiful, and closer to George’s age than you were. You were a little jealous of how perfect for George she seemed. She was tall and into computers too. Her and George even started to work on their projects together. Your first reaction was to worry, but you’d convinced yourself that you were being paranoid. That it was good for George to have a friend outside of Lee and his brother Fred. That you and George had built a relationship on trust, that there is no way that he would ever be willing to throw what you had built away.

Then it happened. One night in the heat of the summer, he came home really late. You were awake, waiting for him. Sitting in your pjs watching one of your favorite movies. You had already eaten your dinner and put his in the fridge to reheat if he was hungry when he got home. So when he came back at two in the morning, you were surprised to say the least. 

“Hey babe, are you hungry? Do you want me to heat up your food,” you asked tiredly. 

He dropped his bag on the ground and huffed, causing you to look over at him. He looked utterly defeated. You immediately stood up and went over to him. Your hands went to hold the sides of his face, but he gripped your wrists before you could touch him. 

“George what the hell is going on,” you asked in a quiet worried voice. His face looked so guilty, he wouldn’t look into your eyes, your worry dropped, replaced by a sinking feeling in your stomach. “George, what did you do,” your voice was eerily calm as you pulled your hands from his grip.

His eyes finally meet yours. He looks teary, but not sad, not sorry for whatever he doesn’t want to tell you. “Y/N...” he started. 

“Don’t bullshit me George just tell me what happened.” Your eyes started to fill with tears, dreading what he would tell you. He stayed quite as you quietly yelled, not wanting to wake the neighbors. His back slid down the door until he sat on the floor. 

“I found someone else,” he said barely above a whisper. But you heard him. You wished you hadn’t.

Your jaw dropped and you backed against the wall that sat across from the door, the one that separated the kitchen from the living room in your shared apartment. You slid down as your throat felt like it was closing. You tried to blink back the tears, not wanting George to see them fall, but they slide down your cheek silently.

“I’m sorry,” he says, finally looking up from the floor to look at your stunned and hurt face. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Is that supposed to make it better,” you ask, your voice betraying you and cracking. “Is that supposed to make all of this shit better? That you didn’t mean to ‘find someone else’ after we’ve been together for almost three years? When we live together,” your voice starts to raise, as tears fall down your face with reckless abandon.

“You have to know I didn’t mean to hurt you,” his voice is raised a bit now, his head squared as he finally has the courage to make eye contact with you.

“Oh,” you ruefully laugh, “well then it’s all better then isn’t it? I’ll tell you right now that it’s a little too fucking late to say that. To say that like you haven’t been hurting me for the last year of our fucking relationship.”

“It’s not my fault that you stopped trying for us,” he stood up. 

“I stopped trying,” your feet launched you up. “I’m the one who cooks for you every single day. I’m not the one who won’t even get up to take my girlfriend to school when it’s five minutes away. I’m not the one who spends all of their free time away from their house as to avoid their girlfriend. No George, that was all you.”

“Oh don’t blame all of our issues on me. We both had a hand in the end of this relationship.”

You stormed into the bedroom to start packing some of your things to leave. You can’t stand to look at him for one more second, much less to stay in the same apartment with him for one more night. 

“What the fuck happened to betting everything on us? You swore to me that you wanted to be with me for the rest of our lives. You told me that meeting me felt like winning the lottery. What happened to that? What? Some girl comes all the way from Oxford and all of a sudden all of that was bullshit?”

“Don’t bring Angelina into this, you know we were falling away from each other before she ever came into the picture,” George grabbed your arm to get you to look at him. His face morphed from his angry excuse making mug to something much softer, showing the small part of him that still cared at all for you. When he saw your tear stained face and the pure and painful hurt in your e/c eyes.

“Get the fuck off of me George,” you shoved him with all your strength. He didn’t even fight back as he fell to sit on the bed behind him. “I’m getting as much of my stuff as I can right now.” You wipe the tears from your cheeks. “I’ll stop by tomorrow when you’re in class and get the rest of it. I’ll leave my key on the counter. Then I never want to hear from you again. I don’t want to see you if I even hear your name anywhere close to me I’ll walk away.”

“You don’t have to do all that. It’s three in the morning you have nowhere to go. I’ll leave and you can stay here for tonight,” George sighs.

“I can’t stand to be anywhere that reminds me of you right now,” you glare at him over your shoulder. “I can stay at Cedric’s for the night and figure things out from there tomorrow.” George scoffs. You roll your eyes and turn to him. “What?”

“Of course you’re running to Cedric,” he bites.

“The hell do you mean by that?”

“Nothing,” he rolls his eyes, “just seems convenient that you know you could go over to his place at this time of night. He always had a thing for you and you know it.”

You finish zipping your suitcase and stand up, looking at him. “Well it doesn’t matter now, does it? Because one of us already chose someone else.” You felt too calm. You knew you shouldn’t feel as relieved to leave as you do. That you should feel a little more crushed by the ending of your relationship. That you should be screaming and begging for more of an explanation. That it shouldn’t be as easy as it was to walk out on what you thought was going to be the rest of your life.

“Whatever, just go,” George’s eyes looked just as detached as you felt right now.

God, this is really ending, isn’t it.

[ahjustroza]

Last Legacy Headcanon

💤Sleeping Together💤

(SFW)

Kind of a self insert type of headcanon. So that you beautiful people can imagine yourselves in Anisa’s arms. Or wrapped by Sage’s tail. Or Felix on top of you. Pick your poison ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

✨MC is always gender neutral in this blog✨

Enjoy~

Sage

I feel like in his case you are the little spoon most nights unless you tell him otherwise

He will always face you

Not because he doesn't trust you to turn his back at you

But he has to have you within his eyesight at all times

He wraps his arms around you or lets you wrap him with your arms while he rests his head against your chest.

He is probably the one to sleep on the wall side as well

Meaning, no matter which side you turn he can still cuddle you while keeping an eye on the room, window, or door for any possible threats at night

He won't let you know tho

oh no 

He'll make sure you get your sleep without worrying about anything

He'll worry for you 

Also will make everything so causal as well, unless you ask too many questions about his sleep routine you will never know he guards you even at nights

He'll purr and wrap his tail around your leg each time

He likes to have his tail around your leg 

That way he can pull you even closer and feel your body more

Hair pets are a routine if you are willing

Kisses are also a must

He'll either kiss you on the cheek causally if you are both too tired and need to just lie down or give you longer and more sloppy kisses here and there

Playful on the bed for no one's surprise

Not always for heated follow-up moments if you catch my meaning, but romantic and intimate closeness is always there 

You two are just too comfortable with each other and can lie down any way you want

He just has to feel your presence at all times

Also Sage is a light sleeper in my opinion

He has the potential to sleep like a bear but he also can intentionally sleep light as well

He'll check you each time you move away from him in your sleep

Either with his hands or by opening his eyes slightly

When you wake up for the bathroom or to grasp water he'll sit upright and look where you are going

Maybe ask you half asleep where you go in the middle of the night and if you don't answer he'll get up and follow you to see what you are up to

And he doesn't like walking around half asleep

Some nights he'll hold your arm and make you lay back down and grab you a glass of water himself 

You two are way too comfortable 

You won't mind if he purrs too loud in his sleep or throws one leg on you in his sleep

He also won't mind even if you sleep on top of him, take all the space in bed to yourself, or even drool in your sleep

He also won't mind morning hair or morning breath

He'll kiss you good morning and beg you to make/find breakfast every morning 

Anisa

She actually cares for your sleep schedule a lot more than you do

Anisa is not like the controlling and then lecturing you for not getting enough sleep kind

She instead gives attention to how energic you wake up after long or short sleep every day and calculate how much sleep you need in her head 😌

Everyone's body works differently, some needs more than 8 hours of sleep while others are fine with only 4 hours of sleep

If you sleep less than her she'll make sure to lie down beside you if you like to spend time in bed until you sleep yourself 

She enjoys your company in any way possible

While giving you your space

She'll learn your sleep habits as well

What kind of pillow do you sleep well with

Is it high or low? Hard or soft? What kind of pillowcase do you prefer?

Oh you bet she'll even change the bed with a new one if you are not comfortable with the old one 

She likes to talk to you before going to sleep in the bed too!

She mostly would like to talk about the future of you two in my opinion

Where would you go together or what new things to try...

She'll ask you many questions about your world and home

I can also picture you two just wear your most comfortable pajamas and just be yourselves and really, really enjoy each other

Your pajamas might look ridiculous but have an insane level of comfort 

Like you can wear just a random shirt with a really old coffee (or anything really, maybe soup stain? wine stain? pomegranate stains are a bitch to get rid of as well) stain that is just not going away no matter what you do 

Or you can just wear a potato bag all she cares

She is nonjudgmental 

She accepts you with your everything

And she actually likes it when you be yourself without having a need to look perfect at all times

No

She LOVES it when you just be comfortable around her 

So just be natural

Wear your ugliest socks

She'll still call you gorgeous 🥺

Ah and she'll be comfortable around you as well

She is calm around you

Like really calm

Peaceful

Safe

Her muscles are relaxed as if she were just out of a spa day

You two start off by cuddling but when you both fall asleep it is just a matter of which position do you sleep most comfortable with

She just needs to feel your presence but won't sleep on top of you as Sage does

She might like to just put her arm around your waist in her sleep or sleep close to your body without putting her arms around you

I feel like she won't take a lot of space in bed to herself either

She is good with sharing

If you are a clingy sleeper she is fine with it as well

You can sleep on top of her and she'll caress your cheek before finding herself a comfortable position while not disturbing your sleep while you're still on top of her

She might want you to make a coffee for her in the morning while she takes care of the breakfast most mornings

You are the mighty barista after all 💪

If you don't know how to cook she'll teach you so that you can surprise her with a nice breakfast one day

While she might enjoy drinking her coffee with you in bed, you are not allowed to eat in bed

Felix

Yes.

He is ✨smol and pretty✨ but definitely has the potential to take a lot of space in bed while sleeping

His bed was huge and comfy before he signs to the Starsworns too in my opinion

Filthy rich and with a big comfy bed hmmm

But I also think he will just curl in your arms too so

It is a 50/50 situation with him

You are mostly the big spoon because he is 

a bottom

yea

I don't decide the rules here

He will have a hard time getting comfy sleeping beside you early in the relationship

He is nervous for funny reasons

and adorable

He cares how he looks around you

Also, he is grown up in an almost perfectionist environment. Appearance among the upper class is always important. 

His pajamas are comfortable, most likely silk or something soft 

You have to take the first step to break the uncomfortable walls with him

It is not like Felix is pushing you away or don't want to sleep in the same bed with you

He does

But he is shy and nervous like I said 

Be casual around him, wear your most comfortable pajamas without caring how ridiculous they might look on you 

I am saying this way too much but I don't believe people wear fancy pajamas at all

If they do they belong to jail.

Wear that shirt with Spongebob print that you bought in 8th grade y'all

He'll find it reassuring but will also make comments on your pajamas

Because he is a "quick answerer"

He has a comment for everything 😌

But he'll relax after seeing you being yourself around him without worrying about how you look

Also not making comments about his bed hair or the way he sleeps will help a lot as well

Just be gentle with my sub bottom boy

Caress his hair when you hold him close

Maybe murmur a calming melody while stroking his back 

Just enjoy his presence as much as he does enjoy yours

It is all looking mesmerizing and cute. Just like straight out of a romance movie awe

Holding the love of your life in your arms and feel his warmth

Until he falls asleep.

He is a blanked hog

I am not accepting any opposite commentary about this and baby boy takes all the blanket for himself in my dreams

And you will let him as well. as I do in those dreams

hehe

No, but I am serious.

He will wrap himself with the blanket

If he could breathe easily he would put his head under the blanket as well

Felix does this so that he can feel pressure around him

Something to hold him tight all around

Blanket hogging can be a huge sign of self insecurity and fear of outside factors/ harm coming to them in a sleep state

 People that had a lot of sleep paralysis during their childhood tend to wrap their body with a blanket for the sense of security and sometimes feeling nervous even sleeping on their back

Those people usually sleep sideways or on their stomach 

Felix has traumas and a not too peaceful childhood so I believe he will unconsciously feel like he is not secure in his sleep

I also think he is a heavy sleeper unless he is napping

He is a night owl yes

but it is only half because he doesn't need too much sleep

I think he might feel nervous in the dark. Not afraid, but nervous. 

He saw a war against Lord of Shadows and lost the entire Starsworn 

He also knows necromancy and nighttime rituals

There are also many abominations and monsters in The Last Legacy universe as well. Most likely he fought many during the war

My point is, sleeping is partly torture for Felix without him knowing it

So when he got used to sleeping beside you, he started to feel alive when he woke up

His unconscious told him that he was safe with you

That you would protect him

That you will always be beside him, ready to pull him in your arms

And your scent is a calming factor for him too

He started off by getting more and more clingy with you in his sleep each night

When you hit the final/ 100th Level (the chosen barista: Felix’s hug pillow) with making Felix comfortable in his sleep, he starts sleeping in positions such as curling in your arms, tangling his legs to yours, and getting the blanked all the way up to your necks

Or if you turn your back to him in your sleep, he will sleep either pressing his back to yours and hugging the blanket at the same time or wrap an arm and leg around you with the blanket covering his entire back

On summer nights tho you will have to put your arm around him with a small space between you two to not get sweaty

Or he will not care about the heat and sleep on top of you

He mostly gets lucky with the summer breeze on top of you, but you'll feel super hot beneath his body 

Put your arm around him if you want to sleep

Either way, he wakes up looking healthier each day  

Just seeing how relaxed his shoulders look in the mornings feels heavenly for you

You are good for him

[writinglizards]

Something the Cat Dragged In

Summary: It's been almost a year since Lambert's seen Aiden.

He's likely not interested anymore, even if Lambert had done his best to curb his sharpest edges, keep him coming back. It hurts and he tells himself it doesn't. It's better than the alternative. Better than Aiden hurt...or worse.

Then he finds the cat.

Pairing: Aiden/Lambert Rating: Teen Warnings: None

This is for @contemplativepancakes who asked for a comedy of errors. I am awful at that, but I’ve been assured this is funny, so. Please enjoy!

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It's been almost a year since Lambert's seen Aiden when he finds the cat.

Or more accurately, perhaps, the cat finds him.

It's been about two weeks since he set out from Kaer Morhen to the clearing where he usually meets Aiden. He hadn't shown last year and Lambert hadn't been able to find him, even keeping an ear out for word about a tall, dark-haired cat witcher too nice for his own good.

He's not sure what he's hoping for this year, or at least he's not comfortable admitting to himself what he's hoping for. He likes Aiden, but they don't need to travel together. He's sure he's fine, he's just...busy.

It doesn't make the ache in his chest any easier to deal with, but he pretends it does.

Regardless, he heads for their meeting spot and sets up camp. He'll wait a week and if Aiden still hasn't shown after that, well.

He's fine. He's just...not interested in Lambert anymore, probably.

That hurts worse, somehow.

-----

The cat shows up the second morning Lambert's camped out.

It's a skinny thing, sleek black with a patch of white on his chest and haunting green eyes.

Lambert wakes up to the creature nestled between his calves and startles, upsetting the cat who mews his annoyance and bites his foot. Lambert shoots out of his bedroll after that.

"What the fuck?" he asks the cat, who eyes him with distaste but doesn't move, and Lambert figures, well. The cat will leave on its own he'll just...wait.

-----

The cat doesn't leave, and it's starting to freak Lambert out, just a little bit.

When he settles down to eat, the cat creeps from his bedroll to sit by his boots and stare with big, green eyes that remind him of Aiden. He shoves that thought from his head as quickly as it arrives.

"Cats don't like witchers," he says, as if the cat might have forgotten, but he doesn't move, just sits and stares at Lambert's jerky.

"Are you just hungry?" he asks, and, after a brief hesitation, he snaps a small piece off and offers it to the cat. The cat, for his part, briefly sniffs the offering before taking it into his mouth only to drop it on the floor and bat it around like a toy.

"Really?" he asks the cat, but the cat doesn't seem to care about Lambert's none too silent judgment, just continues to amuse himself with the bit of food. Lambert only hopes the little creature will move on, and quickly.

-----

It keeps trying to creep into his bedroll.

"You can't sleep here," he hisses, shoving the little creature away from his feet for the third time in as many minutes. In response, the cat hisses and bites, sinking its sharp little teeth into Lambert's calf.

"Son of a bitch." The cat stares defiantly at Lambert over its mouthful of flesh as if daring him to retaliate. Reluctantly, he can admit the little thing has gumption.

"You're mean you know that?" he asks the cat, who, when it becomes clear Lambert isn't going to continue fighting, lets go of its mouthful and steps daintily over his leg to settle between his knees.

"This is only for tonight," he says, huffing irritably, "and only because you're such a little dick." The cat ignores him, settling down and beginning to purr softly. Lambert pretends that doesn't make his heart swell.

-----

Lambert can't bring himself to disturb the cat when he wakes so he just...lays there and lets the little beast slumber.

He tells himself it's because he doesn't want to be bit again. It has nothing to do with the fact the cat is small and warm, and the weight of it against his shins is comforting.

It's fine until the little creatin begins to chew on his toes.

"I thought you were asleep," he hisses, twitching his ankles to dislodge it. The cat only delights in the movement, pouncing after him. Lambert groans.

"When are you going to get lost?" he asks, hauling himself up and depriving the cat of their game. He's not expecting the small thing to sit back on its haunches and merp softly at him. Slowly, he stills.

"You wanna say that again?" he asks, and the cat meows plaintively. Staring at him like this, he's reminded again of Aiden. The eyes, the color of the fur so close to the deep black of Aiden's own hair, and the jagged, mangled left ear, just like--

Something like ice settles in his veins.

"Aiden?" he asks tentatively, and the cat meows delightedly, striding forward to wind between his legs. Lambert crouches to put himself on level with the cat again.

"Tell me I'm not crazy," he begs. The cat just stares at him before headbutting his knee. Without thinking, he raises a hand, running fingers meant for killing back through silky fur. Beneath his fingertips, the cat kicks up a purr again.

"Fuck, it is you, isn't it?" he asks, scratching gently at the base of the mangled ear just to listen to the way the cat--Aiden, it's Aiden--purrs his pleasure, head tipped into the contact.

"What the fuck am I gonna do with you?" he asks. Aiden, too distracted by Lambert's gentle caress, isn't in the least bit helpful with an answer.

-----

If Aiden is here, there's no point in sticking around camp and waiting any longer, but Lambert still feels off-kilter and he did budget a week's worth of resources for camping, so he’ll just...he'll just give it another day or two. Just until he feels a little less like he's losing his mind.

He feeds the cat the bits of the fresh rabbit he caught the night before for breakfast and the cat does eat that, quietly delighted with its little meal. And now that he knows it's Aiden...

"Do you have any idea how worried I was last year?" he asks, petting down his lanky back and enjoying the way he arches into it, purring again, "I thought...uh," he can't quite say it. The I thought you were dead or the I thought you didn't want me, bit. Both hurt.

"Anyway," he mumbles awkwardly, "how long have you been like this?" Aiden just makes a little chirping sound and headbutts his hand again to get him to pet him. Lambert sighs.

He spends the day charting out a path to the nearest mage who might be willing to help. He's pretty sure that would be Triss where she’s been staying in Ard Carraigh, even though she's more than a two-week ride away. She's helped Lambert in the past, he figures she's probably his best bet now, too.

"What do you think, Aiden?" he asks, but the cat is napping curled up on top of one of his saddlebags and otherwise unhelpful. Lambert is pretty much on his own.

-----

That night is a repeat of the night before, Aiden curled up across his shins and purring sweetly. As he lays staring at the stars and trying to sleep, he can't help but wonder how much of Aiden is...present, for lack of a better term. The cat acts like a cat, except he's eerily like Aiden in appearance and the fact that he's...he's fond of Lambert, apparently. He'd known, immediately, Lambert would care for him. He at least needs to get him turned back, proved that Aiden's instincts there had been right.

He falls asleep worrying about it.

-----

Traveling with Aiden as a cat is...not as simple as it should be.

"If you won't stay in the god damned saddlebag, you at least need to hold still," he hisses wrestling the cat into his lap. Aiden’s been trying to walk the length of his horse as they ride, and the prick of his claws is making Cinnamon nervous. Lambert doesn't want to be thrown from the saddle, so he's got the cat under the arms, holding him to his chest as he wiggles in an attempt to get free. Aiden is clearly not amused by the situation.

"You bastard," Lambert hisses when Aiden takes a chunk out of his arm through the thin cloth of his shirt, unprotected by his bracer or jacket, "Aiden would you, fuck--" the cat yowls and Lambert jerks Cinnamon to a halt. "What?"

Before he can figure out what's wrong, Aiden's lept from his arms, landed gracefully on his feet, and bolted into the trees.

"Aiden, wait! Fuck," he hisses, and the next minute, there's a click of hooves and--

"Having a good morning, Lambs?" Lambert whips around so fast his neck cracks alarmingly.

"Aiden?"

He's astride a horse Lambert doesn't recognize, not Sugar, and he looks...he looks...

"You're not a cat," he says dumbly, and Aiden grins, the bastard.

"No, but it's been very fun watching you the last day or so," and oh, Lambert's going to kill him, actually, "you didn't really think the cat was me, did you?"

"I...it was...fuck," he spits, wheeling Cinnamon to march past Aiden's gelding, now headed in the opposite direction. If the damn man is fine, then he doesn't need to go see Triss and he can head back towards Aedd Gunvael looking for contracts as he'd planned previously.

"Aww Lambs, no need to get embarrassed," Aiden calls, and Lambert can hear the shit-eating grin, "I'm just teasing."

"Fuck off," he growls, but Aiden's horse falls into step beside Cinnamon.

"Oh, don't pout on me, Lambert. I thought it was cute," he says, and Lambert can't bite back the words in his throat any longer.

"I thought you were dead," he spits, "or worse." Disinterested. Abruptly, Aiden leans over and catches Cinnamon's reins, pulling them both to a stop.

"Whoa, wait. You thought...what?"

"I haven't seen you in a year," he bites out, horrified to find his throat thick with tears, "what was I supposed to think?"

"You didn't get my letter?" he asks, and then, before Lambert can process that statement, "fuck, Lambert, I'm so sorry. I thought you knew I was working far south last year, I couldn't...I couldn't ask you to come with me, so I left you a note at that inn we drink at every year. Bastards must have tossed it. Fuck."

"So you didn't..." you didn't abandon me, you aren't tired of me, you haven't moved on to something better. He can't say any of that, just goes quiet.

"I didn't leave you high and dry on purpose, no. Fuck, Lambert, how could I?" he smiles, a small, timid thing, "you're the best part of my year, puppy dog, how could I?"

The sincerity in his gaze and his words makes Lambert's face hot, makes his throat tight. He spurs Cinnamon back into motion, and Aiden's horse follows.

"Whatever, you fucking sap." It's the best he can manage without risking something drastic, like tears or his own dopy smile. Still, he can feel Aiden radiating smug energy behind him again.

"Aww, come on, puppy, I just poured my heart out for you, I deserve better than a whatever."

"You did not," he snaps, "shut up."

"Oh, you need declarations of love then? Fine. I--"

"Aiden," he cuts him off, not willing to find out how far Aiden will take this game of emotional chicken, "stop. I'm...I missed you. You're the best part of my year too." He says it without looking at him, Cinnamon a few crucial paces ahead of Aiden's horse. The back of his neck feels hot and he knows he's blushing.

"O-oh," Aiden stammers out, "uh--"

"There," Lambert cuts in, "now you can shut up."

Gratefully, Aiden does.

-----

Lambert's so relieved about Aiden, he doesn't think about the cat until they stop to camp for the night.

"Do you think the cat's okay?" he asks, and Aiden gives him a long, slow look.

"Why does it matter?"

"Why does it--what the fuck Aiden? It's just a little cat. How's it gonna take care of itself out here? I should have gone after it." He regrets being so wrapped up in Aiden that he'd forgotten the other Aiden, cat Aiden. Not cat Aiden? Fuck, he's tired.

"Cats take care of themselves, Lambs, don't stress about it. He was managing just fine until he found a soft-hearted witcher to feed him, he'll be fine."

"Excuse me, who the fuck do you think is soft-hearted here?" he growls, and Aiden lays his bedroll out beside him and grins.

"Why you, puppy dog. You're the sweetest--" he doesn't let him finish, hooking his foot around Aiden's ankle and bringing him down on top of the bedroll hard.

"Not sweet," he hisses, but it feels like overcompensation even to him, and Aiden just laughs, rolling to stare at him with eyes that are far too fond.

"Sure thing, Lambert."

And if, as they both fall asleep, Lambert shifts closer to throw his arm around Aiden's waist, pull him in closer amidst Aiden's sleepy mumbling, well. It's still cold at night. Nothing more.

-----

There's a slight, warm weight across Lambert's shins when he wakes.

It takes his half-asleep mind a minute to realize what that means, and then he's sitting up so fast Aiden makes a startled noise.

"Lambert, what the fuck," Aiden husks, but Lambert's not listening.

No, he's focused on the cat curled across his shins, jet back with one mangled ear and a white spot on his chest. He peers up at Lambert with those same big green eyes, and something in Lambert's chest shifts.

"Hey there Aiden, thought I lost you," he murmurs, reaching out to pet across the broad side of the little creature. He allows it for a moment before catching Lambert's hand with his paws and biting, just enough for him to feel it. "Yeah, yeah, I deserve that."

"What are you--oh." Aiden comes up short when he sits up and sees the cat again, nestled across Lambert's legs, "well I'll be damned." He reaches out to pet the cat too, who promptly hisses and swats at Aiden, claws extended, "Oi, fuck, rude." Lambert laughs.

"Guess he doesn't like you much, eh?" His chest feels light as he scoops the cat up into his arms. He tolerates it, although he gives a fretful little meow at the treatment.

"You would find the only cat that stands witchers and get it only to like you," Aiden grouses, but he doesn't seem genuinely troubled about it, "I can tell why you thought of me, though. That's sweet." And that--

"Yeah," he says, unable to come up with something suitably snarky and mean. He sets the cat down, who scampers back over to make himself comfortable on Lambert's saddlebag, away from the indignity of surprise cuddles. He's trying not to look at Aiden's own mangled ear, the one cut round in a rough approximation of a human's, a reminder of how he’s been treated in the past. Lambert had been...so fucking worried.

"You can't keep calling him Aiden, though."

"Sure thing," he says, forcing a grin. He has no intentions of calling the cat anything else and he knows Aiden knows, too, can see it in the fond little crinkle around his eyes, the sweet upturn of his lips, "Come on, we've got a camp to pack."

And if Lambert keeps calling the cat Aiden and starts calling witcher Aiden witcher Aiden just to piss him off? Well. How else is he supposed to know he's loved?