#My partner gave me this prompt and I couldn't stop thinking about it

[p-taryn-dactyl]

masked hearts

part i

a/n: hi! this is my first time writing for ambessa so please be kind lmao. i also know very little about LoL lore :) this is kinda an AU where the Medarda family is together word count: 2.5k warning(s): none (yet); well no real warnings, reader has a crush and is not very smooth; very awkward; you're a lesbian; unedited 😭

prompt: ambessa holds a ball to find a partner for her son but what happens when you're the one to catch her eye?

Your kingdom was one of splendor and beauty, the hills ripe with settlements, the trees fruitful and the air crisp. It wasn't a mystery why the Medarda clan claimed this small portion of the world for themselves, as your kingdom sat on a pivital route for trade. The mystery however, was why the head of the Medarda's, Ambessa, chose this place to be the homeland of her son's future spouse. The flyers went up around the center of the capitol first, the paper of expensive quality and the ink shimmering with gold.

It was an invitation to a ball. One of masks and hidden identities.

The Medarda's, while they've never been accused of not caring about physical appearance, put wit above all. It was fitting that the son of a warlord would first fall for the mind before the body. However, as the whispers got around the kingdom, people realized there wasn't a class specified to attend. Everyone, rich and poor, was invited to attempt to become a Medarda-by-law.

You, however, weren't as excited as your sisters and cousins. You watched as they danced around your shop, holding up different fabrics and colors, trying to see which one would make their dress stand out to Kino. Laughing, you wiped down the counter, your eyes trained on your register, imagining it bursting with gold after your town had finished sending in their requests for their gowns and masks.

"Y/N, have you decided what you're going to wear?" One of your cousins, Laina, appeared behind the counter, her young hands stabilizing her as she stood on her toes, "Mama says I can go if I finish my chores the week before!"

You gave her a soft smile, flicking your slightly damp rag at her and laughing when she recoiled with an unamused glare.

"I don't think I am going to attend, but I can personally make your dress!"

Laina's face fell but her eyes still had a sparkle from your request.

"Why not?" She pouted, crossing her arms once she managed to pull herself up to sit on your freshly cleaned counter, "And would you make me a mask too?"

Sighing, you threw your rag into the bucket of water at your feet, ignoring the splash against your boots. You could always finish cleaning later. Leaning with your back agaisnt the counter, you mimicked her pose, crossing your arms and pouting out your lower lip.

"Masks are for potential suitors of Kino, maybe if he's still looking for a partner in a decade I'll make you one," Laina opened her mouth as if to interupt, to say she wasn't too young even though her tenth birthday had only just passed two days before. You held up a finger, stopping her words before they left her mouth, "And...I'm not one for the company of men, you know that. A large party, loud and boisterous, sounds fun but with my luck I would be the one to catch the wandering eye of Kino Medarda."

Laina nodded, albeit a little dissapointed. She played with a strand of hair falling in front of her eyes.

"Would you think about coming? With me? Mom and Dad aren't going, they want to have a quiet night in and Alana will be too busy trying to become a princess."

You laughed loudly, causing the customers of the shop and your family members to look at you. You covered your mouth with a hand, nodding at the customers apologetically. Pursing your lips, you scoffed humorously as Laina gave you one of her sad eyes expressions, one she knew you couldn't say no to. Rolling your eyes, you ruffled Laina's hair with a defeated smile.

"Alright fine, but you'll have to convince your mother to send me a basket full of honey buns afterward," Laina clapped in excitement, nodding in agreement. She fixed her eyes on you, taking a scrap of dark red fabric from her pocket and holding it up against your face.

"This should be for your dress."

Taking the fabric from Laina, you felt it between your fingers and sighed. What did you get yourself into.

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In a few measley hours you would find yourself within the walls of the Medarda castle, built from stone from the most coveted quarry in your kingdom. At the right time of day, you swore you could see it shining brighter than a star upon the hill which it sat. Laina was a bundle of energy and was currently bouncing around the apartment above your family's shop. She was talking so fast, excitement blurring her words together so much so you couldn't even distinguish what she was saying, so you only nodded along to her words as you examined your dress one last time. Laina had long been dressed and now all her movement made you worried she would wrinkle or tear the precious fabric.

Your dress, one that matched the dark red Laina had chosen for your mask, layed across your lap, subject to your wandering eyes as you looked for any imperfections. While you didn't exactly want to catch anyone important eyes, you didn't want to be seen in a less than perfect gown.

"Put it on! We have to leave soon if we want to make it for the opening of the gates!" Laina excalimed, clapping her hands together as she twirled, her light green dress floating around her like petals in the wind. You smiled, gesturing towards the door with your head.

"Well, I'll need someone to guard the door while I change. I don't want anyone bursting in here while I'm in my unspeakables." You held your head up haughtily like your grandmother, mimicking her accent and pretending to clutch your pearls at the mention of your underwear. Laina covered her mouth as she giggled, nodding as she ran out to stand by your door, only pausing right before she shut it.

"If you need help, you'll ask right?"

You saw in her eyes the desperation of being a helper, a feeling you knew too well. You nodded at her then waved your hand, beckoning her to shut the door. At the click, you sighed, looking back at your gown, starting to feel the uncomfortable feeling of anxiety roaring in your stomach and up your throat. Damn Laina's puppy dog eyes. Now, instead of sitting in bed with a book and a hot cup of tea, you were going to dance in front of one of the most powerful family's in Runeterra. With your luck you would face plant right in front of Kino, or worse, his mother. At the thought of Ambessa, your mind grew conflicted. Sure, you had a healthy fear of the woman who was shrouded in tales of blood, but you remembered the first time you saw the matriarch after the Medarda's had claimed your kingdom for themselves. It was like a schoolgirl's crush on a teacher, you knew it would never go anywhere but yet, even after all the years, you still dreamed of the strong hands and scarred face which had been burned into your mind the second you swore her eyes landed on you in the crowd.

Shaking your head, you snapped yourself out of your senseless dreaming. Being attracted to women wasn't an issue, it never had been, but being attracted to that woman could only bring you strife as you compared all future partners to her. Standing up, you shedded your clothing, standing only in your slip and stockings tied up at your knee. Taking a deep breath, you slid the dress on, each part brushing against your skin in soft silk. Once it was on, all that was left was to tighten the corset. You brushed your hands down, smoothing down the fabric before calling for Laina, knowing you could tighten it yourself. Laina burst into the room, her eyes widening as she gasped.

"Y/N, you're so beautiful! I knew that color would be pretty on you!"

You felt your face flush from the compliments, not used to the attention. Laina pulled up a stool to stand on as she started tightening the your dress.

"Ah! Ok, if you want me to dance with you, you're going to have to let me breathe."

Laina chuckled sheepishly, loosing the ribbons slightly.

"Sorry! I think you're done!"

You nodded, moving to hold yourself up against the wall as you slipped on your shoes, dreading a night spent soley wearing heels. You grabbed your mask and held out your hand to Laina, bowing playfully.

"I believe it's time for us to depart, my lady."

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The night was young yet you already were desperate for the strike of midnight, the time you and Laina had agreed upon leaving. Speaking of Laina, she had made a few friends with the other young children attending the ball, sitting in a corner with them as they played games, their laughter hidden by the music. At the front of the giant room sat Mel Medarda and her consort, Jayce Talis. They were holding hands as they watched the dancers, leaving you to wonder when they would join the party. Kino was already weaving his way through the room, dancing with many but seemingly connecting with none. And Ambessa, your breath caught in your throat as your eyes seemingly met hers, was making her way into the crowd, her mask one of gold and war. You looked away frantically, returning your attention to the table of food in front of you. After a few moments, you felt yourself relax, yet that was short lived. You felt a presence behind you and suddenly, you were very aware that you were the only one at the table and not on the dance floor. Which felt like the universe was just shitting you at this point. You picked up a berry, inspecting it as if that would make the imposing woman standing behind you not be standing behind you.

It didn't work.

Slowly, you turned around, heart beating in your ears drowning out the music. You didn't realize how close she was, causing you to jump slightly and bump into the table. For a second, you just stared at each other before Ambessa moved. You tensed, before you realized she had grabbed a pastry from the platter that had been knocked off center. She took a bite, keeping her eyes trained on you before she spoke. You just kept mentally pinching yourself, trying to force yourself out of this embarassing nightmare.

"Is that all you're going to have, Little One?" Her voice sent shivers down your spine as you processed what she had said, her head nodding to the berry still clutched in between your fingers, it's juices staining your fingertips.

"Oh! Uh, no? I'll have," you didn't want to look away from the tall woman, fearing that would be a sign of disrespect, so you tried to remember what food had been spread out, "bread? Yes, bread, I like bread." Your eyes widened as you spoke, now mentally punching yourself for the dumb response. Bread? Now come on. Part of you was grateful for the mask covering part of your face, hiding what was sure to be a horrendous blush.

Ambessa's mouth quirked into a smirk, taking a slight step towards you before angling her body so she could gesture her arm towards the sea of people.

"This whole night you've stayed by the table, or near that corner of children, never once even attempting to join the festivites," she turned her attention back to you, slightly cocking her head to the side, "Is this party boring you? Is my son?" You registered the humorous tone mixed with the protectiveness of a mother.

Quickly you shook your head, hand clenching the berry in your hand, bursting the fruit. You tried to start explaining yourself but the feeling of juice sticking to your skin made you uncomfortable. You still felt frozen by Ambessa's presence so you did what felt right in the moment, however pausing as you realized you had started licking your hand infront of the matriarch of war. In your embarassment, you didn't notice how Ambessa's eyes followed the actions of your tongue and fingers like a wolf hunting prey. Like a rubber band snapping, you realized you hadn't answered her question.

"I'm not bored! This is a beautiful procession and whoever catches your son's eye will be lucky."

Ambessa nodded slightly, turning her head to watch as Kino twirled a woman in blue. When she looked back to you, her eyes held a question laced with genuine interest and humor.

"And if you catch his eye?"

Your own eyes widened as you wiped your hand on the napkin you had grabbed while her attention was on her son. Ambessa didn't miss the change in your expression, your mask not hiding the nervousness shining in your eyes. Instead of your original adorable fear of her presence, you now seemed to radiate anxiety. She raised an eyebrow, knowing you couldn't see it, waiting for your response.

"I," you started, your eyes darting to Laina, who was now watching you with a teasing look, knowing of your godawful crush on the woman standing in front of you, "I would be very flattered-"

"But?" There was a sense of anticipation in her interuption, her words no longer holding underlying steel.

"But I would have to respectfully decline," you looked down at your hands, starting to speak quickly, desperate to explain yourself as to not give the impression you thought yourself too good for a conqueror's son, "Not out of any thought of doing better of course, I doubt that could even be accomplished, however I believe Kino- I mean, your son, deserves to be with someone who can love him purely and with romantic intent. The best I could give would be a position of friendship." You stopped to take a breath, fully intending to continue your ramble until the gods themselves had to shut you up. But this plan was foiled by Ambessa's strong hand holding your chin, forcing you to look at her. Her eyes analysed you, surveying your face before going lower to look at your dress. You felt heat rise, or more heat, at her intense stare. Something in the stitching on your bodice made recognition flicker in Ambessa's eyes. Her hand moved from your chin down to your waist, encouragaing you to walk with her. She continued to talk as the two of you made your way to the center of the room, the crowd parting as they danced around you.

"Do you already have someone in your heart? A different boy perhaps?"

If you weren't feeling like you were in a dream, you would have realized Ambessa was fishing for something, an answer she needed.

"No, my lady, I do not. I," you cleared your throat, "I won't ever have a man claim my heart."

Ambessa's grip on your waist grew stronger as she pulled you to her chest, positioning you to dance. You gasped as you felt her lips brush against your ear as she swayed you to the rhythm of the music.

"And if I lay a claim?"

a/n: haha sorry for the sudden ending i'm evil at my core. this fic was to test the waters for writing for this absolute goddess of a woman and i do have part 2 ready to go if anyone is interested! i cannot say my thoughts on Ambessa (or Sevika for that matter) for i want to keep this authors note short and PG ;) thank you for reading!! i hope this wasn't shit.

[emelkae]

killer robots playing dnd

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"Okay," Mobo said, "roll to hit."

Sharpe swirled the die in his palm before letting it go with a snap of his wrist.

"Three," he said sourly.

"Did you add your dexterity modifier?" Circuit asked from beside him.

"Six, then."

Mobo shook his head. "Yeah, that's not gonna hit. The goblin dodges and your arrow goes flying off into the trees."

"This is stupid," Sharpe growled, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair. "If the goblin was in front of me in real life, I wouldn't miss the shot."

"Well, your character did. Guess he isn't as insanely cool as you are." He ignored Sharpe's eye roll and continued, "Okay Lug, your turn."

Lug placed a massive finger on his character sheet and ran it along the "spells" section. He squinted, then lit up with a smile.

"Oh, I have a spell called Friends!" he said. "How high do I have to roll to make friends with him?"

"Lug, you're in active combat."

Lug just looked at him expectantly, excitedly. Mobo shifted in his seat.

"Uh... pretty damn high," the Repair Unit said.

Lug's face fell. "Huh. Then I'm gonna cast Lute and whack him in the head with my lute. I rolled a 16!"

Circuit leaned toward him. "Did you add your -"

"Yeah!"

"Lute isn't... a spell." Mobo blinked a few times, then shrugged. "But you do hit him. I'm gonna treat your lute as an improvised weapon, so go ahead and roll a d4. That's the little die that looks like a pyramid."

The die looked no bigger than a pebble in Lug's hand as he picked it up and dropped it without a flourish. His smile returned when it clattered to a stop on the table.

"Four!" he said proudly.

"Oof. Alright, you smash your lute into his head and he stumbles around, gushing blood, babbling. He doesn't look so good. Your turn, Claw."

Claw picked up his own die and opened his mouth to speak, but something in the way Lug squirmed made him stop. He glanced over to find the Tank's eyes looking even bigger and shinier than normal, despite how already big and dark they were. They must've been absolutely coated in eye lubricant.

"You alright, big guy?" he said.

Lug let out a tiny huff. "I don't like hurtin' little ones. Can I take back what I did?"

"That's not really the point of the game," Mobo said. "Besides, this is just another enemy. You kill real life enemies all the time."

"But they're not cute little guys! They're soldiers with armor and guns. This one just has some leather and a stick." He turned to Claw and pleaded, "Can we help him? Please? I'm really sorry for hitting him with my lute. I don't wanna be the bad guy."

Claw bounced his gaze from Lug to Mobo - for once, he wasn't the one in charge of the situation. The War Machines sat in bewildered silence until Circuit finally put a finger to his lower lip.

"Having a goblin indebted to us could make for interesting gameplay," he mused. Then his eyes flicked up toward the Dungeon Master. "And Mobo would have to roleplay a goblin NPC for the rest of the campaign."

"Sounds like fun," Claw said with a grin. "Alright, I cast Lay on Hands and heal the goblin for four hit points."

Mobo looked more than a little downcast, but still said, "Your hands glow with divine power and the goblin's wounds miraculously close. He looks at you in amazement. Nothing like this has never happened before to him or anyone in his tribe."

"Aw, yes!" said Lug, bouncing in his seat. "I'm gonna name him Boinky!"

"Of course you are," Sharpe said over Mobo's defeated groan.

[azrielbrainrot]

A Helping Hand

Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader

Description: A seemingly innocent confession ends with you in Azriel's bed.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, some dirty talk

Word Count: 1,2k

Notes: I've been having a bit of writer's block and decided to just finish this little prompt I had in my notes since forever ago. Hope you enjoy!

It's hard to remember how you ended up here. It's hard to remember your own name to be honest. You think it would even be possible for you to forget how to breathe when Azriel's fingers have set such a mind numbing rhythm, stretching you out so deliciously.

One minute you were confessing to your friend about how no male had ever made you finish, and the next you were lying naked on his soft mattress, his hazel eyes half lidded with desire as he cooed down at the mess you were making and all the sinful noises you were letting out.

“Are you still with me, pretty?”

You let out a loud moan at the question, one he punctuated with a deeper, sharper thrust. Hands clutching onto his soft hair to pull him in closer, his lips meeting yours, allowing you to indulge yourself for a moment. You can't believe you've lived this long without the feeling of his lips on yours.

Azriel pulls away far too soon, your lips chasing his in a hopeless attempt of keeping him close, a whine escaping you when he moves completely out of your reach.

“I asked you a question,” he murmurs, voice heavy with desire as he watches the way your pussy swallows his fingers greedily.

It takes you a moment to remember that he even spoke up let alone what he asked you. “Yes. Gods, yes. Please don't stop,” you find yourself begging when you do.

Azriel lets out a satisfied hum, leaning down to leave little bites and wet kisses all over your chest, almost purring when your fingers tangle in his hair, fingers alternating between massaging his scalp and pulling hard when the pleasure he's bringing you gets too much.

It doesn't take long for you to get impatient, drunk on the sensations he's bringing you, but still greedily needing more, your hips chasing his fingers, silently begging him to go faster, harder.

“Az,” you whimper when it's clear he won't listen unless you ask him to. “I need more.”

He abandons your chest with one last bite, looking up at your heavy lidded eyes, a smirk growing on his face.

“You think you're ready to cum?”

“Please.”

It's amazing how fast he reduced you to begging. You can't believe this whole thing started because you thought there was something wrong with you, or that you just couldn't cum with a partner when Azriel had reduced you to a pool of pleasure in a couple thrusts of his fingers. He hadn't even fully undressed you, simply pulling your dress up to your hips and then down your chest to keep his mouth busy. You can only imagine what else he could do if you gave him the chance.

“You don't have to beg. I told you I'd take care of you,” he says, looking down to your dripping pussy as he speeds up his thrusts, curling his fingers just right.

You were so, so close. It felt like you were staring down at the top of a precipice, only needing the slightest nudge to jump down into oblivion.

“You've been doing so good for me. Making such a pretty mess of my fingers.” He trusts his fingers in sloppily, showcasing just how much of a mess you're making, the sinful sounds echoing around the room along with your pathetic pants and whimpers. “Can you hear it?” You think you could be heard down the hall.

Azriel was never particularly talkative, even as you grew closer, he always prefered to listen rather than speak. You really could have never imagined him to have such a dirty mouth. It never occurred to you how attractive his voice was either, probably overshadowed by everything else, but now you think you could listen to him talk forever.

“You're so wet I think I could just slip right in,” he adds more to himself than to you, but it has a destructive effect all the same. A needy whimper escapes you, your cunt instinctively clenching around his fingers at the thought.

Of course, this doesn't go unnoticed by him, making him look up with a curious and feral glint to his eyes, “You'd like that?”

The reality of the situation sobers you up for a moment, realizing that this would have a noticeable shift to your friendship, one you cherished, but as his fingers threaten to slow down their pace, likely noticing the seriousness that you felt, you grab onto him.

“Yes, I would,” you confess, looking deep into his eyes.

He picks up his pace again, those burning hazel eyes never straying from yours. “I can fuck you. I can show you every little thing those bastards never did, bring you pleasure you never thought possible,” he says, “but first you need to cum for me, alright?”

Dropping a quick kiss to your lips, Azriel moves down your body, leaving open mouthed kisses as he goes, his fingers never stopping or giving you a moment to breathe properly. He stops for a moment, lingering around the waistband of your panties, sucking a mark right above where you needed to feel him so desperately.

You're not sure if he's waiting for permission, but your hand falls to his head when it's clear he won't move on his own, giving him a more than encouraging nudge. He complies with a chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine, his warm breath ghosting over your wet flesh.

When his mouth closes around your clit, you feel an overwhelming amount of pleasure rush over you, lasting only a couple slow circles of his tongue around the sensitive spot before you cum, head falling back against the mattress, back arching into him as your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open in a silent moan of his name.

Your fingers tighten around his hair though you're unsure if you were pulling him closer or trying to push him away in the middle of the mind numbing sensations. The resulting groan he releases sends vibrations over you, only adding to the already destructive orgasm you were experiencing.

It takes you a bit to come down, and when you do you find Azriel looking down at your face, pride distinguishable in his eyes, his fingers still working inside you softly, fucking you all through your orgasm.

He smiles at you when he catches you watching him through heavy lidded eyes, “So,” he stops his movements, bringing his face, still covered in your release, closer to you. “Do you still think there's something wrong with you?”

The idea is laughable to even consider now, and you can't help the disbelieving chuckle that escapes, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a kiss.

“No, I think I just have terrible taste,” your murmur, caressing his cheek with the pad of your thumb, “Thank you for this, Azriel.”

“You don't have to thank me, love. I was more than happy to help,” he pecks your lips, a suggestive smile taking over his features, “And I still am, whenever you need me to.”

“Actually,” a grin of your own growing, your legs wrapping around his waist, almost moaning out when you felt the evidence of his arousal pressing against your sensitive heat, feeling insatiable even though he just gave you the strongest orgasm you've ever felt, “I think you just said you had a lot more to show me, right?”

[lizzychanstuffss]

Hey! I got a prompt for you: let's say that the reader comes from a place where courting braids are a thing. Their people usually has long hair and it's tradition that someone would braid their SO's hair. Reader is hesitant to bring it up since their former partners never did it because they found it silly or too time consuming. I think Astarion would love the idea of braiding reader's hair and would probably go overboard and come up with complex braids or add decorations into the braid (feathers, beads, jewelry and all that jazz). Baby boy wants to express his creativity and is happy that you trust him with something so important to you 🥺

And if the braid comes undone, oh no what a tragedy, he's just gonna have to do it again! 😉

If it's too silly or too much of a hassle, feel free to say no tho. I just thought it would be so freaking cute ☺️

This so cute omg I need to write this.

Astarion x Tav!reader GN

set post-game so spoilers

Requests still open!

Finally, after all the adventures of mind flayers and tadpoles, you were happy to finally settle down with your lover. Astarion was happy with the predicament too, even if you also wanted to find a way for him to walk in the sun again...but he suggested you should take a break first, or else your body might start falling apart.

So you took his advice and the two of you had been taking things slow for the past few months. You two had the rest of forever to find a way for him to be in the sun again, there wasn't a real rush. So with that in mind you finally started wearing your hair down more often, it was already rather long but the length really showed now that it wasn't tied up or braided to keep it out of your face.

But there was one thing you couldn't stop thinking about. It was something that was prominent in the area you grew up in and was something you hoped you would be able to continue with whoever you ended up in a relationship with. But considering your relationship with Astarion was forged in the midst of chaos it was never really the time to bring it up to the vampire.

But tonight the man saw you looking over a book. It had instructions for several different styles of braids but all of them were too complex for you to do yourself. You hadn't even noticed that Astarion had been behind you until he placed his hands on your shoulders giving you a peck on the cheek. His eyes glanced over the page and it instantly caught his attention.

"My, my what's this?" His knuckle stroked the page inquisitively. Looking up at him you smiled.

"Ah just some braids, where I'm from there was something called a courting braids..." You trailed off a bit slightly embarrassed at the thought of it. Astarion gave your shoulder a slight squeeze urging you to continue.

"Uhm well, when two people are courting one of them will braid the other's hair...it's a bit silly saying it out loud" You look away from him as you speak only to have him gently move your chin to face him, a frown formed on his face as he spoke.

"Darling, it's not silly if it's something you care about...and frankly it sounds rather fun" He paused. "Would you like me to try one of them?"

"Well, if you want to?" You smile up at him and suddenly Astarion seems so excited. The two of you get into a more comfortable position so he could properly do your hair. He gets to work looking at the guide for the braid and twisting your hair gently into the shape on the page. Once he's finished Astarion marvels at his work quite satisfied with himself.

"Oh my I do say you look rather dashing in this style" He chuckles before grabbing two hand mirrors handing you one and he holds the other to get a good look at the intricate braid. His handiwork is honestly remarkable, must have been from his skills in embroidery  transferring over to another.

"You did a wonderful job Astarion~" You smiled as you looked at it. Turning to face Astarion, he was still rather excited by this new found talent he had discovered and it gave you an idea. "How about you do another more complex one?" Suggesting to him and his eyes seemed to light up at the prospect.

"Are you sure?" His eyes were filled with a sense of light at the prospect but he couldn't help but ask if it was really alright. He was still cautious about such things but you couldn't blame him, it’s not like though healing from trauma was a one fix all. Of course you give him an enthusiastic nod.

Then the man sets off to work trying another braid from the book, something much harder to replicate for certain. As you sit there his hands playing with your hair is a rather soothing experience, it takes a while but eventually he finishes this one. It's slightly rougher as he is still getting used to the process, but it demonstrates such skill and talent regardless.

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Over the next weeks, Astarion continues to braid your hair. Sometimes he puts in flowers or ribbons or whatever other decorations he thinks would look nice against the color. Today he chose a more simplistic braid instead of his normally complex art pieces. But as you went about your day the braid ended up coming undone.

You were a little distraught as all his hard work became undone. Upon seeing this Astarion wasn't upset at all in fact.

"Oh dear~ such a shame I have to braid it all again" His voice was dripping with sarcasm and sass. Scoffing a bit in response to obvious tease, but then sitting in front of him.

"Alright, let me see what I can do" he smirks a bit letting the hair fall where it may and then getting started on something a bit more secure. As he works his magic looping the hair in on itself, adding a ribbon to help keep it in place.

Once he was finished he proudly showed off his work, a smile making its way across your lips as you take in his work. "You are quite skilled at this, love.” Turning to him you gave him a gentle kiss which he reciprocated in kind.

[risuola]

Yoohoo!! Love your work, darling!

May I request a Megumi X reader for 22, 33, and 34?

Smut is optional honestly, free wheel!

Angst would be there I suppose.

Cheating? As you wish.

Violence and darkness? All up to you, darling.

I hope you have fun writing!

ALL MAD AND POUTY — F. READER x FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

Megumi might not be the best in expressing his feelings, so it's no wonder why when he saw you getting up close and personal with his best friend Yuji, he got all mad and pouty.

cw: angst, characters are aged up to 18+, cheating implied, hurt and blood briefly mentioned, fluff at the end — 2,1k words

PROMPTS: 22. You’ve got what you deserved. 33. It’s not what it looks like. 34. So, you cheated with my best friend?

a/n: thank you for the request! it gave me a chance to write for Megumi, so for me it's a win :3

"Why didn't you use your divine dogs?" you coughed, frustration evident in your voice as you pressed your hands onto the deep wound on your side, trying to stop the heavy bleeding. It was easily avoidable; you wouldn't have had to suffer the blow if your boyfriend had reacted as he usually did. But he looked at you from above, his eyes piercingly cold.

"I've decided they're unnecessary," he shrugged, unfazed by the crimson that was slowly soaking through your clothes. "Shoko will probably heal you, it doesn't look critical."

"Wow, that's great, thanks Megumi," muttering, you collected yourself from the ground and went straight to the car, so that Ijichi could drive you back to the high school and you could seek medical help. Fushiguro followed and in the back seat, you leaned against his shoulder, trying to find some comfort in the pain that pulsed through your nervous system, but he flinched the moment your head rested on his body.

"Can you sit up straight? I'm kinda tired."

"And I'm bleeding. What's the matter, Megu?"

"Well, you got what you deserved."

"What I deserv- what does that even mean, what I deserved?" you couldn't believe what you were hearing. One thing you were certain of – Megumi was angry and you had no idea why.

Two days had passed since Megumi had deliberately refused to help you on the battlefield. Your wounds were messy, but Shoko managed to treat them so well that you couldn't feel much more than subtle discomfort in your side, and to be honest, you were more consumed by thoughts of your partner's unusual behavior than anything else. Back in the car, he avoided any further conversation, turned his body to the window, sneering and paying you no mind for the entire ride, and you gave up trying to force the issue. When you arrived, he simply went his way, leaving you covered in blood, fortunately in the hands of Ijichi.

But his act had to have a reason, he wouldn't go all mad and pouty for nothing, and he certainly wouldn't endanger you for nothing. Well, you liked to think he wouldn't put you in danger even if you suddenly became his enemy, but things apparently changed.

"Megumi, may I?" you asked, knocking lightly on his door and pressing the handle, only to find that he locked the entrance. "Hey, Megu, we should talk."

"Do we have anything to talk about? I'm a little busy," his voice reached your ears from inside the room, a tone indifferent and cold, but you knew better than to believe it. There was a subtle undertone of hurt in both his voice and his demeanor, and the fact that you might have done something to hurt him sent you into a spiral of guilt and panic attacks. You spent two nights unable to sleep because of the raging thoughts in your head.

"Please talk to me, I need to know what happened. Hey, baby?" you tried, knocking again, this time softly, just to let him know that you're close and waiting. "Megumi, I won't leave before we talk. I'll stay here even if for the whole night."

Fushiguro groaned in annoyance. He really had no desire to look at you, listen to you or do anything with you. The fake, poisonous smiles you had been giving him for the last month made him sick of you, of Itadori, shit, he was even angry at Nobara, because who else would know everything if not her. Megumi felt stupid for not noticing it earlier, but when it hit him, it hit him hard.

That day, a month ago, he returned to school earlier than planned. His solo mission went smoother than expected and his mood was light and bright when he got out of Ijichi's car. He hoped to quickly reunite with his friends, who he always said annoyed him, but everyone knew it was his way of showing affection. He was also especially happy to reunite with you, his absolute best companion, a favorite person in the world, his love and his girlfriend. Quietly, as he always did, he approached Itadori's room, from where a mixture of soft laughter reached his ears. The doors were unlocked, slightly ajar, and he wanted to push them open, but then he heard your voice.

"We can't tell Fushiguro about this," you said cheerfully, your tone breathless and absolutely worn out, and he knew that sound. He heard it before, so he held his breath and peeked inside.

"He would feed me to his dogs if he knew," Itadori was just as exhausted, joyful as he held you in his arms, lying on the bed with you on top of him. Quickly, Megumi retreated and padded back to his own room, as if he hadn't seen anything, but the image stood clear and sharp in front of his eyes, every time he saw you after that. On the same day, you approached him with open arms, with so much something that he thought was love. He couldn't help but wonder what was it if not love?

His door swung open aggressively, almost making you trip, and when you looked up at him, you could see anger twisting his usually calm features. Your heart clenched at the sight of his furrowed brow, his narrow, dark eyes, and his tight jaw.

"Gumi, hey," you tried to reach for his hand, but he pulled back, letting you into his room but refusing to touch you. "Did I do something to hurt you?"

"I don't know, did you?" he snapped, kicking his doors shut with a loud thud.

"You tell me. Please, Megu, I don't understand what's gotten into you lately. Yuji told me that you avoid him as much as you avoid me, we're both confused, I-"

"Of course, Yuji cried to you about it. You seem close, huh?"

"We're friends?"

"Friends, sure," Megumi stood tall above you and you looked up at him with so much confusion, it angered him even more. Unable to control his emotions, he grabbed your wrist and pushed you against the nearest wall, slamming his other hand right next to your head. You winced, shocked to the core and genuinely frightened by the sudden burst of aggression. You knew, you hoped, that he wouldn't hurt you, but as you remembered your last mission together, you began to have doubts.

"Megu-"

"I saw you." he cut in. " A month ago, I saw you and Itadori in his room. Panting, you were lying on top of him, laughing that you could not tell me about it," Megumi scoffed, almost freezing you to death with his icy gaze and his equally cold tone. "Hah, Itadori was afraid that I would feed him to my dogs if I found out, and to be honest, I thought about it, but I don't want them to get sick."

"What? Christ, I would never..."

"You're always so bubbly and touchy with Itadori, and I get it, I'm not that warm and emotional, I guess, but if it's not me you want, then why bother, huh?" he growled, spitting words with rage as his fingers dug into the wall next to your head. “I couldn’t give you what you wanted, so you cheated with my best friend?”

“Megumi, it’s not what it looks like.”

"If it's not what it looks like, then what is it? How could you end up so out of breath, in my friend's bed, on top of him, huh?"

You were silent for a moment. All his words hurt you to the core, and you tried to replay the situation he's referring to. You remembered that day you were in Yuji's room, but were you that careless to draw a picture so suggestive?

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you saw this? Why didn't you tell me anything?" you asked, exhaling deeply, angry at yourself for hurting the boy you loved so much. "I never wanted to hurt you, Megumi."

"I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, you know? I tried to find a reasonable explanation for what I saw and I watched your interactions with Yuji. It all seems pretty self-explanatory."

"It's really not like that."

"Fuck, I hate this," he groaned, stepping back and distancing himself from you in a few large steps. It hurt, it hurt him so much. You were his first love and Yuji was his first friend and yet the two of you, together, behind his back. He couldn't understand it, he hated it. "Why the hell are you lying? I saw you. I heard you."

"Megumi," you tried, but he didn't listen. Every time you wanted to grab him, to ground him, he just snapped your hands away, looked at you with so much pain that it felt like the sadness in his voice burned scars on your skin, seeped into your heart. You wanted to cry, you wanted to hug him and tell him it's okay, it's not like that, but he wouldn't listen. He wouldn't let you speak, he snapped at you harder and harder. His hands flew, his eyes tore you apart. You saw the glisten of tears in them, he was so hurt and you knew that if he started to cry, you'd lose it.

Forcibly, you took him by his clothes, then wrapped your hands around his middle and spun him around. Losing his balance, he grabbed your shoulders trying to stop the momentum, but you pulled him through the dance. Finally, his knees hit the edge of his bed and he collapsed with your weight on top of him.

"This is pretty much how I ended up on top of Yuji in his bed," you explained, loosening your grip around him. "But with less force and more joy. We were happy, we laughed and hugged. Yuji is strong, he lifted me up, turned some circles and lost his balance." A sigh left your lungs as you rolled off of his body and fell onto the bed next to him. "We were planning for your birthday. We know you hate that day because Gojo always does something so extra and embarrassing... we wanted to take you on a trip, just you, me, Yuji and Kugisaki. We planned movies, mini golf, lots of your favorite foods and also some general chill, away from Jujutsu high and Gojo-sensei. But Yuji insisted on doing something cheesy, like bringing you the biggest cake with our wishes hand-written on it, and making it dark and fancy, but with bursting sprinkles inside, so that when you cut into it, you'd automatically be covered in colorful confetti. Yeah, he thought you'd feed him to your dogs if you found out. This was all supposed to be a surprise for you, we already made some arrangements. Fuck, we knew you'd probably hate the idea of a party anyway, so we were desperate to keep it secret, and we planned most of it while you were away on missions."

"What are you talking about...? My birthday is-"

"In a month. It's already November, your birthday is in few weeks."

Megumi fell silent. The year flew by, he didn't even notice a change in the weather, he just lived through it somehow, and now it was almost December. Everything you said echoed in his head, somehow slowly making more and more sense. He was so focused on finding proof of your affair with Yuji that he had ignored every remark Nobara made about the upcoming party. And lately, you were making more calls, always stepping aside so he wouldn't hear you. A few times he saw you sneaking out with Yuji, who was smiling like an idiot. Megumi didn't even think of any other reason for all that.

"So that's it?"

"Yes, idiot. I love Yuji, he's like my brother. You are my boyfriend, you are my absolute favorite grumpy and pouty person in the whole universe. I wish you would have come to me sooner.”

"I hate surprises..." Fushiguro grumbled and covered his face with his hands, feeling stupid but also relieved. It was as if the heaviest weight had been lifted from his shoulders, his chest felt lighter than it had in weeks, and he began to laugh. "Damn, how I hate surprises."

"Well, that's good, because this one is definitely ruined," you muttered, getting up from the bed. "But now you're going to pretend like you don't know anything and you're going to take this confetti right in your face and thank for it, because I'm not going to ruin Yuji and Nobara's efforts with the fact that I had to tell you."

"Okay," he sat up as well and wrapped his arms around your waist, preventing you from walking away as he pressed his face to your stomach. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, baby," you brushed through his hair with your fingers.

"And I'm sorry I let you get hurt."

"Well, I still love you, so I guess that's okay too."

[ivystoryweaver]

for tender prompts: dancing to a slow jazz song after a long day of work

JAKE LOCKLEY :3

I Don't Dance

"Miles Davis drifts into the kitchen, the smooth tones soothing you instantly, while making you ache for something romantic of your own."

Thanks for this @runa-falls! Ahhhhh love it! Not me back on my "Jake listens to Miles Davis" tangent again...

for @romanarose's Oscar Issac/Pedro Pascal Fan Art and Fiction Pride Event 2024 for June 9th-15th: first time with the same sex, first kiss

1.4k words || Jake Lockley x m!reader* || flirting, roommates to lovers, slightly suggestive, vague mentions of food and drinking, language

*reader inclusivity notes: Reader wears glasses, is taller than Jake

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Life is good…enough.

Work can be a drag, but you look forward to coming home to your roommate Jake. Usually he's worked all night, slept all day, and the two of you meet up around dinner time. You're friendly roommates, always considerately cooking and making enough food for the other, keeping the dishes clean and playing video games together.

You have the most massive crush on the smaller man. He's gorgeous, with smoldering brown eyes and luscious dark curls, with a tinge of early gray...

You've never been with a man before. Just a few failed, awkward romances with women, a few years back.

But recently you've been realizing that you're not single because you're some sort of loser, or something equally upsetting. You're single because women actually just don't interest you, not as much emotionally, and not really at all sexually.

One time you heard Jake in his room with a partner, groaning and grunting in pleasure, his muffled voice telling his lover how to take him.

That was...eye-opening.

Now you think about him all the time, but you don't know how to tell him, and worse, if you even should tell him. He's way too cute for you...right? Cute doesn't begin to cover it - the man oozes confidence...experience...smolder.

He's really nice too.

He was gone for a few days, out of town "for work" (whatever that is). When he got back, he actually gave you a quick hug. "Missed you, man." You forgot to breathe for so long, it came out like a dramatic sigh once you did.

Jake wondered if you were annoyed, but instead, asked you to play video games. The sides of your arms touched the whole time, and you had to put a pillow over your lap because your obvious…attraction.

Jake senses the tension between you and wonders if you're mad that he finished the peanut butter and didn’t buy more.

You clear your throat awkwardly, your gaze flickering away. “No, I don't think I could ever be mad at you, Jake - especially not over peanut butter.”

He hums out an ambiguous response, dragging a hand over the sexy stubble on his chin. "You must've missed me then." His eyebrows shoot up playfully.

God you want him so bad.

As if your greeting hug and video-game-a-thon weren't enough, work the next day couldn't go worse. Sometimes you feel invisible to colleagues and especially to your boss, who seems to have completely ignored your inquiry about an open management position. After a day of being overlooked and passed over, you’re so done.

You finally make it home, drenched from a sudden shower that seemed to wait until you walked out of work to start, and decided to stop as soon as you made it through your front door. Shedding your wet jacket, you stamp your feet on the mat just inside the door, yanking off your fogged up glasses so you can wipe them clean.

Unfortunately, rain does not look good on you the way it does on Jake. If he comes home wet, he's something out of a noir film, removing his cap, pushing those long fingers through his perfectly damp, thick curls - droplets of water making his long lashes shine as they kiss his cheeks. Rivulets of rain snake down the corded thickness of his throat, disappearing into his deliciously drenched white shirt, which hugs the shape of his body temptingly.

Must be nice.

Maybe you can make it to your room before he sees you looking like a wet rat.

You shower and make yourself presentable enough, moving around your home quietly, afraid your pathetic-ness will somehow repel your roommate - secretly crushed that Jake doesn't interact with you for an hour or so. Maybe he doesn't notice how brutal your day was.

A delicious aroma wafts down the hall from the kitchen a while later and you realize Jake is cooking dinner. Deciding you'd rather be in his presence than mope in your room, you venture out to interact. Dinners with Jake are the highlight of your life after all - that is, when you're not sitting with him, touching him, playing games together.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you steady yourself, remembering to take things one day at a time. He might not even be into guys. Or you specifically.

Jake looks up as you enter the kitchen, dark eyes brightening, but somehow immediately softening at your apparent distress. Your shoulders sag in defeat even as you put on a brave face to greet him.

Usually he leaves you alone when you're quiet, assuming you prefer it that way, but after you sat together all last night, he thought maybe...

Setting down a wooden spoon and reducing the heat underneath a sizzling skillet, he turns to you, and your heart races as you realize he's giving you his full attention. It's not helping that he's wearing an apron - that sight alone might kill you.

"You okay?" Dark eyebrows arch curiously as he boldly inches forward.

Blowing out an exhale through your lips, you quickly nod, realizing that simple inquiry means more to you than anything.

Reaching out to grasp your forearm, he peers up at you earnestly. "Hey...talk to me."

You force a smile as your 'brave face' wavers. "Just a shit day. Nothing really."

He pulls a face of his own - a smirk curling the corner of his kissable lips. He's got to stop doing that or you're going to fall head over heels. (Too late).

"Okay, then," he relents, meandering over a few cabinets to where you keep the booze. Jake pours you a drink to settle your nerves, presenting it to you with a comedic flourish, as if you are his liege lord and he's your servant. Eh, probably just a fantasy of yours...

You chuckle, muttering, "thanks," as he brushes past you, disappearing into the living room to turn on the record player. Jake is a mystery, but his collection of albums might be the most sexy thing about him.

Miles Davis drifts into the kitchen, the smooth tones soothing you instantly, while making you ache for something romantic of your own.

You toss your drink back in a couple of long gulps, hoping to gain some proverbial liquid courage as Jake returns to his task, reaching for the wooden spoon to stir.

"Thanks for the drink," you say, bravely moving closer, bumping arms with him. "Need some help?"

Setting the spoon back down, he turns a smoldering gaze your way. "Dance with me."

You almost choke. "Wh-what?"

"You heard me." He roughly whispers. Tugging at the string of his apron, he pulls it loose and sets it on the countertop, leaving him in a tight, white t-shirt and joggers which rest on the swell of his hips. Offering his hand, he repeats, "Dance with me."

Your body responds, seemingly without permission from your brain as you take his waiting hand - the contact zinging up your arm, electrifying you. "I-I don't dance."

He hums out a knowing chuckle, eyes sparkling at the challenge. "Everybody can dance, here." Boldly gripping your hand, he eases your arm around his waist, giving you an out before going too far. "Stop me if I fuck this up." He pulls you closer than you expected, his breath ghosting your cheek.

"Jake..."

"Am I getting this wrong?" He asks you seriously, sounding a bit nervous - his voice pinched even as he possessively cinches you closer. "I...want you and I feel like you want me too, but...fuck, if I'm wrong, please don't kick me out."

You can't believe this is truly happening. How is this man actually real - how is he touching you, saying these things? And moreover, why are you not responding?

Afraid you might cry or something humiliating, a breathless laugh rushes out of you, cutting the tension. "I'm not gonna kick you out."

Soulful jazz crescendos, soothing the surge of worries threatening to ruin this moment, and before you can overthink - as you do - you pull him closer. "Come here..."

Your heart stops when he lays his head on your chest, almost causing you to forget to dance, but you realize, in that moment, that you trust his lead. You believe his words - at least your body does, and you sway to the music, moving in synchrony with this man you adore.

And as you wonder if the stars have aligned and you might really have a chance with him, he tilts his head up and presses his mouth to yours.

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The only reason I smile.

requested by @judgementdaysunshine saying: Can I have Dominik Mysterio x Fem reader with the prompt "You're not broken, you're human and not everyone is willing to accept and understand it, but I am"?

pairing: Dominik Mysterio x fem reader.

genre: fluff

summary: after hearing the bad comments about himself even after winning the intercontinental championship,Dominik got really upset,but you,his tag team partner and his girlfriend,decided to cheer him up.

A/N: I'm feeding my dom dom girls lately 🤭

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As he entered the ring for his new match,Dominik already heard loud and proud boo's,and he was pissed off.

Why couldn't they let him talk? Why did they have to hate on him?

Meanwhile,you,at ringside,frowned. People are actually so mean to him without a reason,and this frustrated you.

You and Dominik were tag team champions,and Dominik had a match against Sami Zayn for the intercontinental championship; so of course you were gonna be at ringside to support him as his girlfriend and as his team partner.

While Sami Zayn was making his entrance with his belt slung over his left shoulder, Dominik looked at you and blew a kiss,to which you giggled,and you made a catching motion to capture the kiss.

When the bell signaled the start of the match,you mouthed 'good luck' to Dominik,and you knew he was going to win.

This was one of Dominik's best matches,he was agile and he had a lot of strategy,that we learned together while training.

Your boyfriend was giving Sami a hard time,and he even hit a spear on him.

That spear gave Dominik the chance to pin Sami to the ground,which he did.

1,2,3!

The last sound of the referee hitting the mat,made you scream from happiness,and soon,the sound of Samantha announcing the new champion filled your ears.

"And the new intercontinental champion, Dominik Mysterio!"

He happily held the belt up high,but his happiness didn't last long.

As you were next to him in the ring,you could hear all the negative comments between all the bio's and the thumbs down of the public.

Your grip on his hand tightened in encouragement,while the two of you left the ring with his theme music blasting in the arena.

Going down the ramp and backstage,many wrestlers stopped by to compliment Dominik and his match,that,for many's affirmations,was his best one.

But,you didn't see the usual spark in his eyes,and his smile always disappeared after someone who was talking to him left.

So,you decided to discover the reason of his disappointment.

Leading him to your shared locker room,you tried to avoid his questions about where you were going,and your only purpose was to go in your locker room.

Closing the door behind you,he was led on the couch,with you sitting next to him.

You took his hand in yours and you asked the awaited question;

"Why are you so sad,mhm?"

After you asked,you could see his eyes slightly starting to water,and you pulled him in a comforting hug.

"Oh,baby." You said while caressing his long and luscious brown hair. "You should be happy, you're the intercontinental champion! What's got you so down?"

"It's the fact that- that people wanna see me fall so bad everytime,even if I win. You heard all the bad comments I received after I won,why do they always gotta be so mean." He said,sniffling in the middle of the sentence,and you swore that your heart almost broke completely.

He was right,the way everyone always had to say something bad about him,even if he had talent and charisma.

"So,listen to me: don't care about what people think,okay? They want to make you feel like you don't deserve your championship and that you don't deserve to be where you are now,just because you had problems with your father." You said,while wiping the tears that were starting to dry on his slightly red and soft cheeks.

"Just because you might have some struggles,it doesn't mean that they are authorized to treat you like that,after all the pain and the sacrifices you endured. You're not broken, you're human and not everyone is willing to accept and understand it, but I am"

You hugged him even tighter,and he giggled as you started to slowly tickle his sides.

"Now,come on, you're the champ tonight! Let's have fun!" You excitedly said,and you dragged him out of the shared locker room door,with his laughs echoing through the whole backstage hallway.

Nobody had to judge him so badly,and they were wrong,because they don't know what's behind the mask.

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[nox140497]

The Depths of Love

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Request: No

Prompt Number: None

Summery: Afer filming a scary video where he could have gotten hurt. Sam realizes just what his girlfriend Y/N would do for him and how far she is willing to go for him.

Pairings: Sam Golbach x Female Reader

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As I looked back at the footage we had captured, my heart pounded with fear and adrenaline. Colby and I had just risked our lives exploring an abandoned building, and the video we had filmed was sure to give our viewers a good scare. But as I watched the tense and dangerous moments on screen, a feeling of guilt washed over me.

I turned to Colby, who was grinning and high-fiving me for the amazing shots we had captured. But I couldn't shake the feeling that we had been reckless and foolish.

It wasn't until I returned home and saw my girlfriend Y/N waiting for me with a look of worry and relief on her face that I fully understood the gravity of our actions. She hugged me tightly and scolded me for putting myself in danger, but I could tell she was also relieved that we had made it back unharmed.

As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't stop thinking about Y/N. I realized that while I had been off having fun and chasing thrills with Colby, she had been worrying about my safety and waiting for me to return home.

The next day, I sat Y/N down and watched the exploration video with her. Her reaction was exactly what I had feared – she was terrified and angry that I had put myself in harm's way.

'I just don't understand why you would risk your life like that,' she said, tears welling up in her eyes. 'I love you, and I couldn't bear to lose you.'

I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. Y/N loved me so much, and yet, I had been so reckless with my life. I realized then that I needed to change and start considering the consequences of my actions.

From that day on, I made sure to always put safety first in all of our videos. Whenever I embarked on a dangerous adventure, I made sure to let Y/N know how much she meant to me and that I would do everything in my power to come back to her unharmed.

Y/N's love and devotion taught me a valuable lesson – that the love of a partner is worth more than any thrill or adrenaline rush. I was lucky to have someone who cared for me so deeply, and I promised myself never to take her for granted again.

I am grateful for that scary exploration video, not only because it gave our viewers a good scare, but also because it made me realize just how much Y/N would do for me and how far she was willing to go to protect me.

[simpingland]

Hi 👋😊, I think I finally have some ideas

Is it okay that I can send you some more ben plunkett requests? 😌

Can I please send you my first request?

Well the reader (fem pronouns) had a nightmare and he is just comforting her and is just super sweet to her. Please just fluff and maybe friends to lovers.

I thought about these prompts from this prompt list

"Lay your head on my shoulder and try to sleep."

"I'm going to be here when you wake up."

Please? Thank you 🥺😊🫂🫶

Sorry if it's too detailed 🙈

If you have some question or want another scenario, my messages and asks are always open 😌

Study routine// Ben Plunkett x fem!reader.

Summary: exams are on the corner, you and your best friend Ben have an excuse to spend more time together, just to study, right? Right???

Exam time was a bittersweet time for you. Many looked at you strangely when you said it, considering that for others, it was a time that was simply... bitter. But not everyone could understand that for you. This time meant something more. Those were the only weeks where you could spend the whole day locked in your room with Ben Plunkett. Usually, his visits to your house were accompanied by "keep the door open", "it's time to say goodbye, show Ben out the door" or embarrassing interactions between your mother and Ben where they always ended up making fun of you. But during exam time, your parents would let Ben spend the whole day in your room, with the door closed and no distractions. The good grades that followed the end of the school year had reassured your parents, and besides, you couldn't think of a better study partner.

You were going home straight from high school, taking the long way home so you could listen to all the music you couldn't listen to during study hours.

"We should order pizza today," Ben suggested.

"No, we had hamburgers for dinner yesterday, I feel bad for spending weeks feeding myself such greasy food..." You rebutted him. Ben gave you a sideways glance before smiling and denying.

"Stop pretending you don't think it's a dream to have pizza for dinner, breakfast, and snacks."

You smiled too but folded your arms.

"You're not denying me? Too bad, it would have been funny if you had refused only to tell you that I'm already turning to go to the pizzeri."

You let out a laugh, and when you were already ordering at the counter, you took the reins, ordering everything to your liking and knowing that Ben would hold out for whatever you ordered.

"Do you pay by card or cash?" The boy at the counter asked.

"I don't know, ask Ben."

And you stepped back, letting him talk to him. Ben turned to you with a panicked face and moved his lips to tell you voicelessly that he was going to kill you.

"With cash, please."

He put down the bill and put his arm around your neck, playfully shoving you and ruffling your hair as you laughed.

Your parents greeted Ben with their usual cheerfulness, and continued watching TV when they saw that you were ready to start studying. Of course, Ben had offered to give them one of the pizzas you had ordered, which your mother loved, your father accepted, your mother flatly declined, and your father declined almost immediately.

"You're a sweetheart, Ben..." your mother had said, and so you repeated it as soon as you closed the door.

"Of course I am, I bought you pizza."

"If we had salads for dinner, I would have bought them myself."

"Yeah, but you would have made me cry... and no amount of money can heal a broken heart."

"You underestimate the amount of money I would have paid to watch you passive aggressively poke lettuce while crying in a corner."

"You would have thrown money away because you could see me like that during visits to my aunt's house during Christmas."

You laughed and tossed him pen to ask him to start concentrating. You continued the afternoon as you did during studying, introducing and explaining subjects to each other, correcting each other, and in the case of algebra, watching youtube tutorials in silence. Studying with Ben was like a library session, with its silences and repetitions. After a day with him, all the time felt rewarding, and all the learning was useful. You also liked this time because it left you no room to think about the strange feelings your best friend aroused in you, you just enjoyed and studied, the doubts would come later. The pizza was delicious, although it was already cold, and Ben told you about last weekend when he was forced to visit his grandparents. When you went back to studying, the topic you had left to solve was one of the most difficult for you.

"Do you understand it yet?" he asked you after explaining it to you for the fourth time. You nodded, but your eyes glazed over. "Hey, hey, it's okay, I can explain it again..."

"It's just that it's a very important point, and I'm going to fail it..."

"No, you're not going to fail it because I'll make sure you understand it."

You smiled at him and watched him turn a little red. Suddenly moved again by your feelings, you had to look away from him, and you became aware of the whole mess running around the room.

"I'm going to throw away the pizza cartons. Do you want something from the kitchen?" You offered.

"No, but let me help you."

He came downstairs with you, and you were both surprised at the silence in the house. Your parents were chatting quietly in the kitchen, already in their pajamas.

"Wow..." you said, looking at them quizzically, "what time is it?"

"Half past eleven, honey," said your mother.

"Well, I'd better get going then," Ben seemed startled, tossing the empty boxes in the trash and intending to start packing up.

"Ben, wait!" You asked, and he stopped. And not knowing why you had that impulse, you turned to your parents for help. Your mother understood you instantly.

"You don't have to go...stay the night" she offered and you smiled at her gratefully. Ben hesitated, glanced at your father, who nodded in passing, he'd known Ben for a long time now, and looked back at you.

"Sure, if it's no trouble at all," he said at last.

"None. I just think it's a better idea if you don't keep studying. It's important to sleep to retain, " your mother assured him, looked back at you, and winked.

"It doesn't take much convincing to get me to stop studying," Ben joked.

You went back up to your room, set up the mattress with blankets and pillows that Ben had once used from previous sleepovers. Although you didn't remember that the last time he stayed over was a few years ago, and from your bed you saw how the blanket fell short, and his feet were sticking out. You laughed at the image, and he threw a pillow at you.

"Listen to your mother, go to sleep," he scolded.

"I can't...I'm afraid of the giant teenager who has snuck into my room," you told him in a little girl voice, something you knew irritated him.

"I'm more afraid of the farts you might bomb me with at night after pizzas."

Jokingly, you turned off the light, wished each other good night, and promptly fell asleep. Or at least he did. You fell into a terrible nightmare. You were walking along the road that led to the institute, at night and alone. It was cold, and you didn't seem to get anywhere, no matter how far you walked. Suddenly, a car appeared, and as it approached, you noticed that you recognized it, Ben's car. You were glad to see him, and he seemed to see you. He was speeding up to pick you up as soon as possible, and as he was approaching, the car was going too fast, and Ben couldn't stop. He had already left you behind when he disappeared into the darkness, without hearing you call out to him, and you began to scream and cry. Then you noticed shaking, your name, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Ben, illuminated by the little light from the window.

"Hey, hey...easy...wake up, it was just a bad dream..." he whispered to you.

"Ben...thank goodness..." You soothed, hugging him, which surprised him.

"Yes, I'm here. I heard you had a nightmare about me."

"You left me alone on the road, at night..." you told him, releasing him just a little.

"Some asshole I am in your subconscious, aren't I?"

He smiles at you, and you smiled back, somewhat embarrassed that you had woken him up. He wanted to go back to his bed, but your hesitation to let go of his hand made him think you might not want to. He was right. He lay down next to you.

"I hate having nightmares. Whenever I have one, I always have a worse one afterwards."

"You'll have to risk it, you need to rest" he insisted. "Lay your head on my shoulder and try to sleep."

You looked at him with sheepish eyes, afraid to dream about him again. He smiled at you, and some of his confidence rubbed off on you. After all, they were just dreams. You would forget about them in the course of the day. Ben kissed you on the forehead, something he had never done before, before whispering something to you.

"I'm going to be here when you wake up."

You didn't have any nightmares again, in fact, you woke up rested. It was Ben who had a little more trouble waking up. You watched him for a second...yes, you were definitely a little more in love with your best friend than you thought. You had to make a great effort not to think too much about that kiss on your forehead, and you were so nervous about your exams that you didn't notice how flushed Ben was when he remembered he was sleeping in your bed, you next to him. He had memorized the smell of your hair, and feeling your weight on his had lulled him into a sweet sleep he never wanted to wake up from.

Every exam you finished was a reason to get together, always giving each other a hug that attracted the eyes of all the classmates, you reviewed the subjects without being able to avoid being distracted, and Ben loved to review outdoors because the air stirred your hair and he had an excuse to put your hair back in place. You even felt sorry for yourself on the last day of exams, Ben was going to a family meal, and you were back to eating normal food, sleeping alone and spending the evening with people who weren't your best friends. The messages were constant, but never enough. You had just finished reading the approved notes from your email when you heard Ben's car pull up in front of your house. That one subjet that worried you the most, approved. You ran to greet him, shouting your A's into the air, and Ben responded with his in return. He grabbed you as soon as you approached, squeezing you against him, full of joy.

"This deserves a reward," you said.

"Have you missed pizza as your only food as much as I have?

No, you hadn't missed the pizza. You had missed him.

"Of course I have," you lied.

You let him order at his taste that time, which surprised him. You sat at one of the smaller tables, waiting to be served.

"I'm surprised you let me have so much freedom," Ben said, half smiling, half confused.

"Well, it's just that... you've really helped me a lot, what less than letting you choose.

"Helping you with what exactly?"

"Well...studying." You felt the colours rise in your cheeks.

"Just like you helped me study."

"Well... Ben, in general, you help me with everything. You make everything so... fun."

Now he was blushing. He stood closer to you.

"I hope you know that you make everything better too..."

"I'm a little annoying, maybe."

"A little," he joked. "And I like that I'm the one who sees that side of you."

"Really?"

"I really do. I love that you dream about me, even if I'm an asshole in it."

"Don't be silly, it was a nightmare precisely because you left me alone. And I just want you to be with me."

Your tone was much more serious. Your expression made it clear that you meant it, that your gratitude was a confession.

"You know what's funny? I dream about you too. But not when I sleep...I dream awake, imagining what we will say to each other when I pick you up from home, or what we will tell each other when we go out to eat together...I dream of spending the whole day with you and I am content to be with you for a while because it is...wonderful. But no matter how much I dream, nothing is better than being able to hug you and be by your side, even if it's only for five minutes between classes."

That's when you couldn't help but jump in for a kiss, cutting the distance between you two. A tender, long kiss, it felt new and yet so recognizable, like something that should have happened a long time ago. Luckily, it had just happened. You pulled away and watched as Ben smiled, an idea formulating in his head and joked.

"Too bad we have to wait for spring exams to spend the day together again."

You pushed him back with a laugh, but he moved his chair to stand next to you and kiss you again. Everything Ben did justified the fact that the pizzas he ordered were terrible.

A/N: sorry this took fucking forever, I gave up on writing here, I had a crisis over writing smuts. But I felt bad about abandoning this cuz I started writing it with a lot of love and I really like it. I think I'll write on tumblr again. Hope you like it, so sorry for the wait.

[grimdarling69]

Leave All Your Longing Behind

Emily had been having a pretty good day until the organized crime unit showed up.

"Spencer Reid? Organized crime Unit, im Agent Dawes, and this is my partner, Agent Dexter."

"Yes?" Spencer asked confused standing up from his desk.

"We'd like to ask you some questions? We believe you might be helpful for a case of ours." Spencer seemed confused and startled. He looked around, confused, searching for help. She's about to question them when Hotch speaks from above them on the platform.

"You need to go through the proper channels to use my subordinate. And I have to approve it which I know I haven't."

Hotch walked down the stairs coming to stop in front of them.

"A child's life is on the line. He has relative information to our case. We don't have time for the proper channels." If that was Dawes' attempt at intimidating Hotch, he was going to he very disappointed.

"How about we take a look at the case as a team. Send it to our liason. Now excuse us. We still have work to do." Dawes seemed upset, but after his partner whispered in his ear, he seemed to come to a decision.

"Fine, I'll send it, but hurry children's lives are on the line. We're running out of time." With that, they turned around and left the bullpen.

"Meeting room 20 minutes. Reid, my office." He motioned for Reid to follow him and turned back around.

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"You want to tell me what all that was about?" Hotch asked cocking his head to the side. Spencer was still confused. Kidnapping? Organized crime? He tried to think of any cases he's seen like that would be possibly the Robles case, but the entire team worked on that they wouldn't just question him. He had an eidetic memory he should be able to remember if he knew of any information. He couldn't help but think of...all the quests possibly. When they used the cover of Ares kidnapping them and trying to escape from him to clear their names. Could someone or even Ares himself if he grabbed his children from people who didn't want them to go to camp. Gideon was supposed to be the only one who knew.

"Reid?" Hotch prompted softer this time.

" I don't know... I-"

"Reid, you know something." Hotch commanded him this time. He was profiling him.

"I was taken-when I was younger and he was-never...caught..." he supposed that was the only way to describe. He was technically taken a lot as a child, so it didn't completely count as a lie.

"That's not in your file..." he said quietly like it was only for himself.

"Gideon buried it deeply."

"Of course he did." The look hotch gave him was hard to describe. He tried not to profile it, but anyone could see the regret in his eyes. The hurt from him not telling him maybe. He didn't mean to hurt him or his friends it was just Spencer Reid wasn't a demi-god. He wasn't a war veteran and wasn't a 'daughter' of athena. He didn't have to bend in all those directions for the gods. He doesn't have to run all the time well traveling half way across the country weekly does help.

"Meeting room with the others in need to do some things." Hotch dismissed him and didn't loop up from the papers. He glanced back at him when he was about to leave the room, but his face was more closed off than ever. He didn't even look up.

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"Look up his past, Garcia. Reids whole childhood." Hotch told her. Oh, Spencer, what did you get yourself into this time?

"Come on hotch he's standing right there." Morgan defended their friend.

"It's fine. It's important." Spencer spoke, sitting in his chair, not meeting anyone's eyes, only reading the case file. Morgan just stared at him in disbelief. Emily and Rossi were silent sentinels sitting in their chairs.

"Um-born Annabeth Chase...was labeled a runaway at 7 years old then went off grid...oh my god..." She read the screen horrified by all the known things that happened to her best friend. What else had happened that wasn't written in these reports?

"Were you kidnapped, or did you run away?" Rossi interrupted her thoughts.

"Ran."

"Why chase?" Emily questioned. She was wondering the same thing.

"It's my father's last name. Reid is his sisters married name. Diana took me in for my high school years. She's like a mother to me."

"Father Dr. Fredrick Chase reported her missing, his wife, Spencer's step mom, according to this report filed her as a runaway the next day. Police initially labeled her as a suspect because of the reported problems between the couple and, according to their friends, it was over Spencer..." She had read important information she usually told to the team, but it was so different reading about her friends than just suspects or victims on their cases. She always hated looking into her friends' past. It wasn't usually a good sign.

"We didn't get along."

"They removed her from the suspects list because she had an airtight alibi from work on camera." Better to be safe than sorry, and she already checked out the cameras listed in the report.

"What about the mother-i mean reids blood mother?" Morgan was trying to treat it like a regular case, but he takes their teammates' cases sometimes... too personal.

"Unknown, father reported finding him on his doorstep when he submitted an application for her birth certificate." Must have been hell of a wake-up call for him he was still in college at this time. The mother could be anyone from a random party to a rundown college bar. Spencer's mother... God, she thought she knew everything about him, and now this?

"Is this really relevant to the case?" JJ questioned, trying to save atleast some of Spencer's mystery.

"Yes, every single one of the kids that went missing has at least one absentee or unknown parent." Hotch explained, tacking up some pictures from the file. Including one of 'Annabeth Chase' the picture was clearly a school photo. She guessed age 7 he was smiling but it didn't reach his eyes. He was dressed...girly? She knew he was trans heck she had leant him a pad before! It was just strange to see evidence of it? Before he transitioned, she means. He had long blood hair and a giant pink bow on, for gods sake.

"Do we really need that photo?" Spencer spoke softly, sounding defeated he didn't look up and just stared at the empty chair across from him. Hotch took the tac out and turned the photo around.

The door opens, and the agents walk in, looking smug. "Glad to see you changed your mind." Dawes condescends, and Dexter judges and smirks at the board like he was about to start mansplaining how to pin pictures to the board. She could tell he was staring holes into the white back of the turned around photo.

"Looks like one of the photos got turned around. Let me fix that for you." Dexter reaches his hand up to touch it. Hotch grabs his wrist tight enough she can see his knuckles turn white.

"No need." He grunted out, staring in challenge. Dexter winces from the pain and steals his hand back. "Just trying to be friendly." He tries to appear unaffected and light, but the pained grimace and wringing of the hand ruins the illusion.

"I was hoping to start with an interview? We need to know everything that happened that wasn't recorded in the reports." Dawes interjects, leaning forward on the empty chair to subtlety enter Spencer's space.

"Why do you feel like the reports are lacking?" Emily questions arms crossed, and JJ stands at her side, looking down on the man leaning halfway over the table. Without missing a beat, Dawes argues, "Well, most reports just don't have all the little details, you know? Luckily, your boy genius here has one hell of a memory, correct?" If looks could kill Dawes would be road kill. If not from Spencer's glistening grey-eyed glare, then from everybody else glaring swords through him.

"I believe i lost the right to be called boy genius when I gaimed the right to drink, but yes, I do have an eidetic memory." Spencer sassed him, and she could see the tightness grow in Dawe's smile. God, it was beautiful.

Spencer rose from his seat and huffed at the nervous look shared between the agents.

"Let's get this over with." She shared a look with Derek. His eyebrows pulled in concentration, his eyes dewey. He looked as sexy as ever, and this was just another instance she wished she was a profiler. To be able to know them on the level they know her and eachother.

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 15- Vampire

Pairings: Vampire!Yuta x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pet names (love, darling), biting, blood drinking, mentions of character death, mention of suicide, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of pain, main character death technically.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

PROMPT LIST

MASTERLIST

No one ever said that being a vampire's mate was going to be glamorous but, with him it was. Yuta made every day feel like a whole new adventure. You weren't expecting it to happen either it just did. In fact, when you first met him you had hated him. You thought that he was pompous and arrogant, which in your defence, was the act he and the rest of the NCT clan were putting on to keep people away. You would have stayed away too but, Yuta was drawn to you from the moment you met. Back then you were so annoyed that he wouldn't leave you alone but now, you wished he never had to leave your side.

Yuta was actually very sweet and he'd never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. The two of you have now been together for years. He was so drawn to you because you were his mate. The reincarnation of someone he had thought he lost centuries ago. He was so happy to have found you again. You were happy to have found the most loving and supportive partner in Yuta. As the years go by though you can't help the feeling of wanting him to turn you. You knew it was a sensitive subject for him because the change was a painful experience and he never wanted to see you in pain. He was also worried that you would not like the life of living as a vampire. What if you hated it so much that you decide to end your immortal life and then he has to wait centuries again for you to reincarnate. Which, in all fairness, is exactly what happened last time.

You knew that this was what you wanted though. You wanted this life with him forever despite having to go through immense pain to do it. Every now and then you would ask him and beg him to turn you and every time he would refuse. You think you were starting to wear him down though. Finally, on the night of your anniversary, you brought up a great point that had him genuinely considering it.

"Yuta," you said, "I know you are worried, especially after the last time but, I want this. I want forever with you and, if you don't turn me at some point I will just grow old and die anyway." He had not thought that far ahead. He was so focused on keeping you from harm and if he was being honest he was trying to keep himself from the heartbreak. Nothing hurts more than losing your mate not even death. He thought he was going to be alone for the rest of his life the pain was so bad that he considered ending himself as well that is, until he met you. He couldn't do it again not when fate gave him a second chance. He never stopped to think about your humanity. He somehow forgot that eventually you would grow old and die anyway. He couldn't have that either. So, he decided that he would finally grant your request. He would turn you and if what happened last time happened again he would not be far to join you in whatever afterlife awaits vampires but, at least he would not have to deal with the pain of losing his mate again.

Luckily, your anniversary was the perfect time to go through with this plan. He had a romantic dinner planned and dessert by the fireplace in his room. You wore the most beautiful dress and he couldn't help but hope that everything went well tonight so that he could spend moments like this with you for the rest of forever.

"My love," Yuta said getting your attention, "I thought about what you said earlier. You're right and I realized that I was so focused on one negative outcome that I didn't think about what would happen if I didn't turn you. I think I am ready and I figured tonight was the perfect night to give you what you've been asking for."

"Really? Are you sure? I would understand if you need more time," you said.

"I am sure. I can't wait another moment to start my forever with you," he said. He leaned in to kiss you. The kiss started off gentle and sweet then, quickly it became more heated. Tongues exploring each other hands roaming. One of his hands on your breast and the other up your dress to knead your ass. You had moved to straddle hip both hands in his hair as your hips ground down into his. He breaks away from your mouth to leave hot kisses down the side of your neck. He then stands able to carry you to the bed as if you weigh nothing. He lays you down and climbs over you.

"Let me help you out of this darling," he says while pulling your dress up and over your head to get you out of it. He groans at the sight of you. No matter how many times he sees you naked he still has to admire every bit of you like it was the first time lest he forget. You knew it'd be a good idea to forego wearing underwear tonight and you were right because tonight Yuta was not going to be a patient lover. So much so that he practically tore his own clothes off at the sight of you.

"Let me just make sure you're properly ready for me my love," he said leaning down to attach his mouth to your folds. Yuta was always good with his tongue but, he was especially good tonight. He was like a man starved and honestly, you are pretty sure he was. You had your hands in his hair gripping tightly when he did something you especially liked.

"Ah, yes," you moaned, "Keep doing that my love and I will cum." At your words, he doubled down his efforts. He wanted to please you now so that you could cum again when he was inside you. The best way to turn your mate is when you cum together. It is not the way it has to be done, technically you just have to drink his blood but, it was always better if you fed from each other while at the height of your peaks. Plus, it distracts slightly from the excruciating pain that follows. It did not take long for him to have you throwing your head back and pulling his hair as you came. The sounds of your moans were music to his ears. When you finally returned to reality he shifted you again so that he was now sitting propped up against the pillows and you were straddling him once again.

"Ride me, my love," he begs, "It'll be easier this way for the both of us." He didn't have to tell you twice. You reached down for his hard cock and lined it up with your entrance. It was soaked with the combination of your cum and his saliva. You sat and eased him in but, you were so wet it was not much of a struggle to get him inside of you quickly. You both moaned as the last few inches slid in and he was perfectly sheathed inside of you. When you were ready you started moving. Bouncing on top of him as fast as you could go. It felt amazing but, apparently, it was not fast enough for Yuta who soon disrupted your rhythm with his own. His superhuman speed was a blessing though. It was feeling so good and you were getting close again. Then he started to slow down.

Before you could complain he said, "Are you ready? We'll cum together and when we do I will bite you and you will need to drink my blood too. I am warning you now the pain afterward when the change starts is unbearable. It will feel like all your blood has turned into molten lava, then you won't be able to breathe, finally, your heart will stop and when you wake up you will feel like you've just been in the desert for months without water."

You appreciated the warning and knew it wouldn't be easy but you were willing to take that chance. You replied, "I am ready."

With your confirmation, he continued his pace from before. One of his hands reached down to play with your clit and the other went up to his own neck to make a long cut on the side for you to feed from him. He was so very close and with all the stimulation so were you.

"On the count of three," Yuta said, "One....two....three...cum for me darling that's it." You both latched onto each other's necks. He bit into yours and that had you coming undone. He came less than a second later the taste of your blood threw him over the edge. You weren't expecting his blood to taste so sweet. After a few seconds you released one another's neck and he laid you down to make you as comfortable as possible.

"I will be right here with you every step of the way, my love," he said, "When you awake, we can officially begin forever together." He kept true to his word. He never left your side throughout the whole experience. When you finally awoke, he was still right there beside you.

"Shall we get dressed and get something to drink darling," he asks.

"Please," you said still managing to smile through the hunger.

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A/N: Holy cow! I don't know about y'all but, this was so hot to me. I have a vampire thing though so it's probably mostly that but, it could also be because it is specifically vampire!Yuta and I am all for it. Let it be known though that if a lovely anon didn't request this I was absolutely going to write Vampire!Hongjoong because yes. So, if you wanna see that let me know and I will absolutely write that up.

[ravennaortiz]

Okay so next is Angel. These prompts were just calling out to me for him.

Prompts:

50. Will you pretend we're on a date?

20. Why?

33. Are you blushing?

30. I need you.

37. Who was that?

31. Jealous?

23. You are more than a one night stand.

24. No panties?

25. Don't act shy now.

These are perfect for our sweet boy Angel! As always my stories are 18+! Now to the magic!

Pretend

You sighed as you tried to force a smile on your face as another drink was set in front of you. A courtesy from the man at the end of the bar stated the bar tender as he gave you a sad smile. This had been going on all night. You had not drank any of the drinks and had repeatedly stated to stop. The man could not get it that you were not interested in his "charm" or the fact he was in an MC. You hated when the SONS were in town on business with the local Mayan charter.

You were gathering your stuff when you felt a hand on your arm. Yanking it back you turned angrily to find yourself face to face with your admirer. "Don't touch me" you snapped glaring at the man who had the audacity to let out a small laugh. "Chill baby cakes. Just wanted to see if you wanted to join me for the night. Woman like yourself shouldn't be alone in a bar". Without thinking it through you caught sight of a couple of Mayans sitting by the door and you slid out of the stool. "I'm not alone. My date just got here" you called leaving the guy watching you.

Angel was leaned back in his chair laughing and joking with Gilly and Coco one moment and the next he had one of the most gorgeous women planted in his lap he had ever seen. "I'm so sorry. Will you pretend we are on a date?" you begged as the tall, dark haired Mayan eyed you. You felt your cheeks heat under his gaze and the fact you were practically riding him. Why? Oh why had you picked the hottest one for this. You thought to yourself as you waited for his answer.

Angel smirked and wetted his lower lip as he watched you before moving his hand to your bare thigh causing you to jump. He gave a low laugh as he saw your eyes widen and your neck started to flush just as bad as your cheeks. "Are you blushing mi corazon?" he inquired as he squeezed your thigh making you swallow hard.

*A few weeks later*

Your phone going off pulled you back from your thoughts on the night you met Angel Reyes and fell into his bed. He had shown you pleasure and worshipped your body in ways it never had been before. He had done a great job pretending to be on a date with you and apparently pretending to be into you. Since he had practically ghosted you a couple weeks later. You rolled your eyes at the simple three worded message from him after weeks of silence.

Angel: I need you

You set your phone down without responding. Picking up your watered down drink you took a sip. Your phone dinged once more and you sighed irritability when you saw he had sent another message and a photo of himself pouting.

Angel: That top and skirt don't leave much to the imagination. Stop teasing me.

You tapped your fingers on the bar top. Should you respond or leave him on read. You could feel his eyes burning into you but refused to give him the satisfaction of looking for him. Another ding on your phone had you about to scream.

Coco: You should dance with the next guy that comes up. Teach pretty boy a lesson.

You couldn't help the small laugh at his message. If you had learned anything since throwing yourself into Angels lap it was that Coco was ever the instigator.

You: Maybe go home with him too

Coco: I won't be able to allow that much lol.

A couple hours later you were being spun around on the dance floor by a decent enough looking guy. You were laughing and feeling the alcohol as your vision blurred some when you felt a familiar set of arms wrap around you. Cutting in and snaking you away from the man. Any protest your dancing partner had was cut short by the look Angel sent.

Pulling you towards hi mas he walked you back off the dance floor Angel stared down at you. "Who was that?" he demanded in a low growl as his hands held firmly onto your waist. The warmth of his hands and the press of his body starting to cloud your thoughts with lust.

"Jealous? " you inquired as you tilted your head giving him a smirk. "Yes. Another man was touching my woman" stated Angel firmly taking you by surprise with his answer. "What? I thought I was just a one nightstand.?" you replied confused. How had you missed that? Angel let out a bark of laughter as he shook his head. "Believe me you are way more than a one night stand or notch in my belt" countered Angel. "Guess I need to show you who you belong to" he added as he moved his hands down your hips and under your skirt cupping your ass making you squeal.

Cocking his head to the side a slow smile spread across his face as he only felt flesh as his hands continued to blaze a trail. A trail that had you already hot and bothered. Your core clenching around nothing making you whimper his name. "Tsk tsk. No panties? " scolded Angel playfully as he lifted you up rubbing the tent of his jeans against your unprotected core. Your back arched at the contact and at the cool metal of his rings brushing your lips.

"Angel. Wait" you started as you felt one of his long fingers slide through your wet slit. "No no. Don't act shy now. Little miss dance and flaunt around." chided Angel as he continued to work his fingers in and out of your core. "Your going to cum on my fingers now. Then I'll take you home and make you cum on my tongue then my cock. Make sure I really sink it in that you are mine" grunted Angel as he felt your body tighten around him.

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Everlark (The Hunger Games, Ch. 23)

katniss hoping the camera doesn't pick up her blush at peeta saying "best thing that ever happened to you." peeta is such a flirt. like he couldn't talk to her for 11 years and you'd think he'd fumble at this stage but nope, the man is on fire

while she's in the sleeping bag she's sharing with peeta, with her head on his shoulders and his arms around her, katniss thinks: oh haymitch probably wants me to keep up the act, i better do something lol

"i noticed just about every girl but none of them made a lasting impression but you" i cannot

when they find out thresh has died, and katniss goes to sleep with her hood over her face to hide her emotions, she says that during this time, she silently says goodbye to thresh and thanks him for her life, she promises to remember him and do something for his and rue's families if she can and i think it's so beautiful that during the victory tour in catching fire, peeta essentially does this with no prompting. he remembers them and pledges to help them on his own accord. and no wonder katniss loves him for it. he is just a wonderful person and he is so in tune with her.

katniss is comforted by peeta's steady warmth

right before katniss says that she's never going to marry or have children because of the games, she thinks of haymitch, living alone, without a wife or children, drunk most of the time, and says she doesn't want to end up like that. so deep down, she wants a family, she wants companionship (for all those people who think she should've been alone at the end of mockingjay)

and then again we have her watching peeta as he sleeps and wondering what he/they will be like when they return home. she admits that she feels like he is actually in love with her and not just pretending.

"he will always be the boy with the bread". - he won't just be a friend because he's the boy with the bread and that is a lot more to katniss. when she thinks of anything beyond friendship with peeta, she feels like gale is watching over her which is very interesting. (would love to hear your thoughts on why because i'm still trying to understand how katniss's mind works). in my head, i feel like she saw gale as her obvious future partner just because of the nature of their relationship but now she's imagining things "beyond" friendship with this other boy peeta and it's conflicting for her. this want of hers for peeta (which turns into a need) that now disrupts what she thinks was a normal necessity in her life.

them and their constant long kisses and absentminded kisses. which katniss doesn't try to stop. like she just accepts them (and i believe participates in them) with no particular thoughts. she just casually mentions they're kissing every few sentences. like girl. i can't believe they gave us extra non-existent gale kisses in the movies but didn't give us the 24/7 smoochathon these two were having in that cave.

the ease with which they touch each other. the way katniss covers his mouth with her hands without thought. the way peeta makes her genuinely laugh while they're stuck in this nightmare

when they're out hunting and she thinks she's lost peeta/he's dead, she's actually completely irrational. her desperation and fear comes out as anger and snappiness but her thought process is irrational. she's so worried about peeta dying that she doesn't stop to think that she would've heard a cannon/seen his body be collected if he was dead by now.

she's so worried by the thought of peeta dying that she is trembling. i really think that after all their days and nights in the cave over the last few chapters, she has developed real love for him. the kind where the thought of him not being with her/in her life would cause her to seriously grieve. not in a oh that was the boy from my district way or oh that was the boy who helped me way or like the other tribute deaths - no, this is peeta and she wouldn't come back from his death.

it's funny that a lot of the time when she's confused about her feelings, it means poor peeta is dealing with her anger. like her throwing a strop and acting like she doesn't want the food he's found or picking at him for eating without her even though she doesn't care. she's so petty.

[hornyhornyhimbos]

hi darling!! i was wondering if i could request something for filthy fridays!! it would be the prompt:

[ DISCUSSION ]  for our muses to talk about kinks and figure out their boundaries together. 

with the sexy aaron hotchner🥰 pretty pls and ty💖💖

i hope this is ok!!! sorry it took me a bit to write, i've been a little busy this weekend but i hope you enjoy! 🫶🏻

aaron hotchner would be the sweetest, most kindest partner when it comes to boundaries ♡

18+ of course, AFAB!Reader, unprotected piv sex, creampie, degradation but reader says no, clit slapping like once, tiny spit kink, explicit language, mentions of reader's toxic ex, nicknames (good girl, baby)

filthy fridays | ask box

aaron was balls deep inside you, and even though it was the third time this had happened, you still could never get enough of it.

at this point, all you could manage was a string of whimpers and gasps, your fingernails raking down his back. his cock was splitting you open, and it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever felt.

"you like when i'm rough like this?" he grunted, thrusting into you again. "tell me how much you like this."

"fuck, aaron, please!" you called out, your hips chasing his down, like they needed to be in sync at all times. "yes, God, yes, feels s-so good!"

he moved a hand to your mouth, opening it wide and spitting right down your throat. it was a different feeling for sure, but you couldn't say it was a bad one. "of course it feels good. you're such a fucking who-"

"aaron," you stopped him, your serious gaze meeting him. you'd been called a whore before, by someone you'd rather not remember, and hearing aaron say it made your heart feel fragile all over again.

his eyes softened as they met yours, and he immediately knew something was wrong. "you ok?" he asked, his hand sliding from your waist to your stomach, running a thumb softly over your exposed body.

"aaron, can you please not call me that?" you asked, your eyes darting away.

his opposite hand met your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze again. "of course not. i'm sorry i made you uncomfortable," he apologized, his hand caressing your face.

a tear nearly slid down your cheek at his kindness. you'd been with multiple men, and not one of them until now had been kind enough to respect your wishes. "thank you."

"thank you for telling me no. if i could, i'd have you every way. so thank you for telling me the ways you don't want me."

your hand met his, your thumb gliding softly over the back of his hand where it sat on your cheek. "it's not the rough sex, i promise. i like it when you're rough with me. i just can't take the degradation. not because of the words, i know you don't actually think i'm a whore. it's just…" your voice trailed off, unsure if you could finish the rest of your explanation.

"hey, it's ok," he said, kissing your nose where a couple tears had apparently slid down. "you don't have to tell me why, not unless you're absolutely sure. we don't even have to finish if you don't want to. i'm just glad you told me so i can make this the most pleasurable experience for you."

you smiled up at him, lifting your head to meet him for a soft, romantic kiss. he tasted like pure sweat, but you didn't care. you had him, and that was all that mattered.

"it's silly, honestly. my ex used to call me his whore, even after i told him not to, so i just have some bad memories attached to the nickname. really with degradation in general."

"that's not silly," he said, kissing you again. "that's important. thank you for telling me your boundaries. that way i can make you feel much better than that asshole ever could."

you giggled at his words. aaron rarely called names, except for his abundance of pet names he had for you, so his use of the word 'asshole' caught you off guard a little. "well, you're correct in your assumption. he was definitely an asshole."

he gave you a sideways grin before his lips met your neck, peppering soft pecks along it. "do you want to finish?" he asked between kisses. "or would you like this to end here? get dressed and cuddle?"

you held back a mewl when his lips met your ear. "finish, please."

he slowly thrusted in and out of you, and immediately, your orgasm began building in your stomach. "faster, please!" you cried out, gripping at his hips.

"i'll have to tie you up if you don't act like a good girl," he demanded, and your hips snapped as if on cue. "you like that idea, huh? me tying you up and taking control of you?"

you nodded hard, your eyes squeezing shut. "fuuuuck," you let out, his dick easily hitting your g-spot over and over.

one of his hands grabbed both of yours and held them above your head, your skin digging into the pillow. "hey, eyes on me."

your eyes screwed together harder, not necessarily because you couldn't keep them open. slightly because you wanted to see what aaron would do.

a hand met your clit with force, and his voice became deep as he demanded, "eyes. on. me."

the stimulation was just too much, and you immediately felt your walls pulsing around his length, your eyes shooting open to watch his reaction.

"damn, that never gets old," he sighed, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chased down his own high.

you moaned as he worked you through your high, and soon, he was following after you, cum flowing through you like your own sweat and blood.

"oh, baby, you're so good to me," he sighed, falling down onto you.

one of your hands moved to his raven hair, stroking through those beautiful, black strands you could admire all day. "you're better, i can assure you."

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i’ve had this fic prompt floating around in my head for while now and can’t stop thinking about it hnnngg

okay so i’ve seen a couple fics of Astarion being protective of the reader, but what about the reverse? i wanna see Star’s durge/former durge partner—if he lets them—go full guard dog mode on whoever is stupid enough to pick a fight or be rude to him. both of them know that the other is fully capable of handling things on their own but that doesn’t stop them from wanting to protect each other.

gender neutral tav/durge/reader please? if you decide to write it that is ^-^

have a nice day/night!

So the very large fic I am still working on has both of these in it but because I am also a sucker for fics where Astarion gets scary dog privilege from durge I will also do a shorter one for that! :3

Atarion x Durge!Tav GN

Spoilers for act 3 (also be warned this is super self-indulgent in regards to a certain drow scene)

CW: canon typical violence

BOOM

The explosion was jarring to say the least and startled everyone in the party. Although that was quickly shaken off by seeing who exited the house causing your eye to twitch with anger.

"HOT! HOT! HOT!" The drow spoke as she casted a healing spell along with brushing off some of the ash staining her clothes, you had hoped to never see the bitch again but here you are staring at her face to face...and wanting to rip it off.

"Oh my silks-" 

"No no noooooo! We are leaving. I am done with your bullshite woman" You say and begin to walk away, your party stared at you slightly confused. As it wasn't like you to just walk away like this even with people you hated. Although Astarion caught on to what was happening rather quickly.

He grabs your hand before you can walk off whispering in your ear. "If you are doing this for me...well thank you but just talking to her won't kill us." You looked at him, your brow darkened.

"And if it does?" Voice no more than a whisper as you two had the private conversation.

"Well death never stopped me before. I don't know why it should now." He says slightly teasing you, as it seemed like this wasn't as serious to him as it was to you. 

"Astarion....I just think this might not be wise for me to be around her." You gave him a knowing look.

"If you do anything stupid I will simply pull you away before you hurt anyone....besides maybe she'll actually have something useful to tell us who knows." His words gave you pause, but the man knew you better than you wanted to admit. You could tell in the back of your mind that if you didn't at least ask about it then it would continue to gnaw at the back of your mind, so without further ado you turn around and step up to Araj.

"Alright sorry about that...are you okay?" Sighing as you speak, there is a noticeable amount of disgust behind your words. 

Brushing off your reaction to her, "I'm fine, but I think you'll like what I discovered...your blood has proved to be the breakthrough that I have needed in my research" She smiled, a shiver ran up your spine, and it wasn't pleasant.

"Oh and I see you brought the heartstop-" 

"If you say anything about Astarion or ask him to bite you again I will gut you." Your gaze is intense and shocks her a bit but all she can do is laugh.

"Why do you care so much? He's just your charge." At this point you had heard enough. "Besides I was just going to offer, not ask, what's the harm in that?" You could tell she was taunting him as well as yourself.

"Listen if you want to keep talking about him like he's not here then we’re leaving" You crossed your arms and she just pouted like a child who was told that couldn't have any more candy.

"Fine- Let's discuss your blood then, it's quite powerful and is exactly what I need to continue my research, but there is one more step I need you for actually...if you would come inside we can discuss it more." Turning away before you can give her an answer, just rolling your eyes before starting to walk to her door and feeling a particular vampire's hand squeezing yours. 

You give him a smile and step inside her destroyed home, looking around at all the wreckage. Carefully stepping around the destroyed surrounding as you were now all inside she then turned to you. 

"Alright so what was so important you needed me to come inside, and make it snappy my patience is wearing very thin Araj." 

Giving a fake smile she continued "I have a potion that will be able to unlock the latent potential of your blood. I admittedly have no clue what it will do to you but it should be very powerful." 

You think about it, but Astarion pipes up a disgust in his voice, "If that is her potion I am smelling, say no, all she's offering is pain and I don't want to see you hurt" Taking his words into consideration you answer her.

"I'm going to have to say no, I trust him more than I do you." You give her your own fake smile and then start to walk away from the obviously annoyed woman.

"You're listening to a vampire spawn really!?" She scoffs "First you defend him and tell him he's his own person...then you refuse to convince him to bite me" You could hear her rolling her eyes and you stop walking to the door. At this point it's just you and Astarion inside the building and you can feel an anger rising in Astarion, and yet he’s just trying to walk out of the building, but you can't take it anymore.

Turning to Araj you look her over, "If you say what I think you're about to say I highly suggest you rethink it...." Your threats are not thinly veiled in the slightest, not that you really intended them to be.

"What, he's just a sl-"

You grab her by the throat silencing her, causing Astarion to turn back, staring at you. He doesn't say anything, but you manage to catch his eyes with your own and then in a few moments there are words exchanged but nothing is spoken and it's simply ended by a nod on his end. That simple yes was enough to know what you were asking but also giving permission to do this on his behalf. He didn’t need you to do this for him, but he wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t like when you got like this so without further ado he stepped back to enjoy the show.

You produce a knife from your pack and without a thought you shove it into her stomach, twisting it causing the drow to cry out in pain. You're enjoying this more than you want to admit. Yet it doesn't make you feel disgusting like the other times you've enjoyed violence. Your hand stays steady on her throat squeezing it until her cries were nothing more than gasps for air as she slowly faded away in your terrifying grasp.

Soon enough though she was nothing more than another corpse. Astarion placed his hand on your shoulder, it was a gentle touch as you slowly came to your senses turning to him after dropping the corpse of the drow.

"I'm sorry...I just couldn't stand how she was talking to you, I tried my best to hold back but" 

He kissed your forehead gently with a smile on his lips, "It's alright, my dear…besides I enjoy a bit of occasional bloodshed in defense of me." His lips are a soft comfort to you, you almost looked away back to the body but his hand directed your chin back to him. He keeps his hand there for a bit and you fall into his touch kissing his palm a little smile making its way to your lips. 

"We should probably clean this up shouldn't we?" You ask him, and he gives you one of his classic smirks.

"Well, we don't have to do anything~" He gets a little cheeky with his words and you can't help but roll your eyes playfully. Taking a note from him though the two of you walk out of the house closing the doors behind you and looking at your other companions you give them a smile.

Shadowheart and Lae'zel just look at you deadpan saying nothing figuring it was better just to not ask at this point. You shoot Astarion a smile as your group heads back out into a city.

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Two snakes in a bed

Eh, it's WIP wednesday again! I just finished the second installment of my John Wick fic (the first is still under beta reading). In that fic, John didn't kill Santino at the end of the second one.

Then, chapter 4 introduced Vincent Bisset de Gramont, and my mind went "what if he and Santino fucked, like, angrily?" and here we are!

The fic is mainly Santino/John but I couldn't resist so here is a little snippet.

The snippet is T rated.

Fingertips brushed each knob of Santino’s spine, starting from the top of his ass to his neck. The hand was a bit cold, the fingers long and delicate, the pressure just right.

“Wake up, Santino,” was whispered in his ear and the dream always ended here. The voice was all wrong.

The sleeping man opened light green eyes and blinked when the late morning light hit his retinas. He groaned, muzzled into the pillow and heard a chuckle behind him. 

Lips followed the same path as the fingers and soon, a warm and heavy body covered Santino’s.

Vincent was massive, even taller than John, who already had a few inches on him. Santino hated having to look up at him, something the French crime lord knew and enjoyed.

“Fuck off,” he grumbled in neapolitan. Vincent De Gramont chuckled again. He didn’t speak the dialect, but didn’t need to: the sentiment was strong enough.

He moved aside and went back to stroking Santino’s skin.

“I could eat you,” Vincent said, “you look like a pain au chocolat. You Italians tan well.”

Santino sighed and rolled his eyes before turning to face the man. Rekindling old friendships had worked a little bit too well in the Camorra leader’s opinion. To his defense, it had been a rough year and Vincent had been an easy distraction.

Painful enough to chase another kind of pain and crazy enough to make him feel almost sane.

Vincent’s green eyes were shining with mirth, an expression that could turn into cold viciousness in an instant. It made Santino’s blood sing, a sick thrill running down his spine to know how unpredictable his bed partner could be. He smiled, an ugly expression like a taunt for violence.

The man responded in kind and leaned in for a kiss that turned into a battle as Santino bit him. By the time Vincent released his hold around his throat, Santino was panting, and tasting copper from the other man’s mouth.

The Marquis licked his bloody lips with a satisfied expression, eyes roaming over his companion’s lithe form sprawled on his bed. His gaze darkened when Santino stretched, giving him an unwilling show. The Italian hissed when his muscles twitched: he was sore everywhere.

“You know,” Vincent said, head propped on his fist, “I think we should reinforce our partnership, you and I.”

Santino stiffened and glanced at him suspiciously, but the man was still smiling.

“What, fucking three time a week not enough for you?”

“You wound me, we’re past just fucking, Tino,” Vincent replied in french, smile twisting ironically. The Italian mob boss scowled: he hated being called that. It was an ersatz of his past, a throwback to innocent times he didn't like to dwell on. Unfortunately, he also knew asking Vincent to stop would produce opposite results.

“And I wasn’t talking about that. I was talking about our empires,” De Gramont went on, making a wide gesture that probably encompassed all of Versailles in his mind.

Santino rolled his eyes and extended his arm to take his pack of cigarettes on the side table. Before he could, Vincent straddled him and grabbed his wrist tightly.

“I don’t like that you smoke.”

“And I don’t fucking care, release me.”

They glared at each other in a stalemate before Vincent relaxed his hold and gave him a wink.

“Fine, you wanna die like your father? Be my guest. I guess it makes you feel closer to daddy.”

Santino laughed and pulled a stick out of the pack, lighting it while looking at his ‘friend” warilly, assessing the threat.

“So?” he prompted, blowing the smoke right in Vincent’s face.

“I think we should get married,” the man declared, dissipating the smoke with a lazy hand. 

Santino gave him a long look.

“You make no sense in the morning,” he mumbled, sitting up with a grunt. He pulled the covers off him and leaned to put the ash of his cigarette in the small ashtray by the bedside. Vincent hated when he smoked, but he hated cinder in his satin sheets even more.

“What, I’m serious. We could have the whole supply chain between the two of us. Imagine what we could do with that.”

Santino got up with a wince, feeling various aches deep into his body, and went to the full mirror by the dressing. Putting the smoke between his lips he traced the marks left on his body while he mused about the similarity of their minds. In another life, they might have conquered the world. As it was, Santino wanted to kill him sooner rather than later, and felt a wicked kind of joy imagining that when Vincent fucked him.

“We don’t have to get married for that, you can just hand over your part.”

Vincent snorted, a stupid sound like a donkey.

“Sure, Tino.”

He got up too, and closed his arms around his childhood friend.

“If I give you the French Connection, you’ll just disappear, and I really want to keep you.”

Pulling out of his arms without a word, Santino went to the adjacent bathroom, hearing Vincent sigh mournfully behind him.