#and lip for taiming him

[historicboii]

Sometimes a Speirs is so creatura

Based on a couple things, DELLAFUENTE in the goyas mainly, and animal termal cams.

(below is the inspo pic)

[minhosimthings]

You Belong To Me

Symphony Smut Series Day 4: Cat Peirce's You Belong to Me

Lyric: Do what you please to me, I won't resist

Pairings: Idol!Jake × idol!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (m, recieving), dom!Jake, sub!reader, maid costume eyy, handcuffs, p in v sex, protected sex, cum eating, throat fucking, overstimulation, Jake calls reader 'doll', free usage

A/N: Day 4 bishes!! Can I just say this one is my fav one so far. I just need to be used my Jake atleast once in my life IT'S A FANTASY OF MINE.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Jake was tired. And frustrated. And horny. And what better way to let his frustration out than to go home to his beautiful girlfriend and fuck the shit out of her?

You had received the text from Jake probably an hour ago, which very clearly stated to "doll up" for him. While you couldn't become an actual doll, you had been saving a particular maid outfit in the drawers for a long time, wanting to surprise Jake with it, if he ever needed to take a break from idol life.

Taking out the outfit from your drawers and putting it on, you marveled at yourself in the mirror, the dress barely hiding your ass, and hugging your chest perfectly, illuminating the place where Jake liked to mark you most.

Carefully placing all of Jake's favourite candles right where they need to be, your eyes fell upon your bedside drawer. Opening it, you smirked to yourself at what was inside it.

You were going to be Jake's doll and more tonight.

"Doll?" Jake's voice bounced off of the house's walls, as his eyes desperately searched for yours.

"Where the fuck is she?" He grumbled to himself, abandoning his bag and quickly running up the stairs of the house.

"Y/N, wher-"

Jake's words caught in his throat as he saw what was waiting for him inside his bedroom.

"Evenin, babe." You said, leaning on the bed and reading a book without a care in the world.

"Woah." Jake chuckled, inching closer to you, "Is this all for me, doll?"

"Yep." You pecked your lips against his, "Lay down, I got a surprise for you."

Jake's eyes darkened, as he slowly got onto the bed, unsure of what was happening. His eyes never left your ass in that perfect costume, as you bent over the drawer, to reach for something.

"Found it!"

Jake's mouth almost dropped.

The handcuffs.

Of course, how could he have forgotten about all those times he ate you out with the metal restraining you? Brats gotta be taimed ain't it?

"Baby~" he cooed, as you reached over to his hands, tightly cuffing them to the bed frame, "God I don't deserve you."

"We'll see about that." You giggled, pressing your mouth to the button of his shirt, slowly ripping each one off, until his abs were fully on display to you. Your perfume intoxicated Jake, pulling him into a limbo he didn't want to get out of.

"Ah fuck, doll." He moaned, feeling your hands play with his belt, as you undid his pants.

You finally got it free, and you pushed it aside to reveal his black briefs, the one you had helped him pick when you went shopping last week.

You could still feel how tight his body was strung up, and you let your eyes lift up to meet his, and you straightened.

"Christ, you drive me insane, baby."

You barely understood what he was mumbling in between his soft moans, but you didn't need to.The look in his eyes were enough words.

You slipped yours hands into his boxers, tugging it down as his hips lifted off the couch. He was already obscenely hard, and you could have sworn your mouth watered.

"If you are going to keep staring at me like that, I am not responsible for my actions." He muttered, his tone careful as if he was afraid to set you off.

"You are beautiful." You whispered and lifted your eyes in time to see him blush, visible even through the dim light.

You took that opportunity to ease him into your mouth, and Jake swore, both hands dying to drop to grip your hair, if they were not restrained.

You groaned, and you felt them retract, but before you could complain he started talking.

"You have no idea how amazing your mouth feels right now, doll." He groaned as you ease him more into your throat, breathing slowly through your nose.

Jake made a weird noise in the back of his throat, and you bit back a grin, moving backwards before swirling your tongue over and around the smooth head.

You couldn't help yourself as you looked up at him, and he had his hands over his face, and you could tell he was holding himself back, so you jerked forward until you gagged and he let out a string of curses.

“Just like that, baby.”

Using the grip his legs had around your neck, he pulled your head toward his hips, feeding his cock even deeper into your mouth.

It made your jaw ache, considering how big he was and how little you had taken in before, but you didn't feel nervous. Even though you had no control over how much he tried to shove in.

He waited for your nod before he did it again, and this time you leaned into it and tried to take him deeper. You knew when he breached the back of your throat, sliding in and you forced yourself to relax, breathing in through your nose.

It made you think you were a little sick to enjoy the way he was using your mouth, but you couldn't form a single thought as he thrust gently between your lips.

“Oh fuck. Yeah. Yeah, just like that. You are doing so good for me, baby.” His praise caused a fire to ignite in your belly, and he curled his fingers into your hair, effectively ruining your hair further.

You felt him shoot down your throat and his grip around your head slacked as you lifted your eyes to see him rest his head against the bedframe.

"Fuck you look so pretty." Jake chuckled, as you leant up to his level, the maid costume barely hiding your nipples, "So fucking pretty for me."

"And darling?"

"Yeah?"

"You didn't cuff me properly."

You barely had time to look up at the cuffs, as Jake's hands pressed against your cheeks, pulling you in for a deep kiss.

Jake could taste his own cum, smeared around your mouth, and it felt delicious.

His hands moved down to your tits, squeezing them tight, and kneading the hardened buds, while he kissed you with his tongue almost choking you.

"Oh fucking hell doll." He pulled away, to see your lipstick all smeared around your mouth, "You're so fucking perfect."

You had no time to think, as Jake flipped you over the matress, his figure now on top of you.

"Ahh Jake." You moaned, feeling his tip caress your cunt so gently.

"Already?" Jake chuckled, "Haven't even put it in yet, doll."

"Jake don't tease." You pouted, feeling his tip hug your pussy again, sending jets of pleasure through you.

"Nuh uh wait." Jake reached over you, to the bedside table, to get a condom, "Protection first."

"Why? You don't want to fuck a baby into me?" You teased him, slightly disappointed that he wasn't fucking you raw.

"You have no idea how much I'd love to do that." Jake whispered, "But I don't want you to be on hiatus for nine months, so maybe not now."

He sinks his cock slowly and gently. His hands trembling as he holds your hips in place, his other hand thumbing with your clit like you asked. His breath was shaking, he felt like he was going to shoot his cum inside you once he bottoms out.

His eyes dropping to your tits, his cheeks get pink. He slides his cock out of your pussy, watching it clench around nothing before thrusting back in, whining as he feels the warmth of your walls. You cunt hugging all the veins and curve of dick.

His eyes fall open as he lets out a grunt of surprise and pleasure, “Fuck.” His eyes glare at you, “Don't.” Your pussy only clenched further in reply and his hold gets harder, pressing your hand into the mattress as he sank in completely without a warning. “Ah!” You let out in surprise, the stretch painfully perfect.

“Take it,” he whispered to you, his lip biting your earlobe before he dragged his mouth to the pulse of your neck to mark you up properly as his property. His hips now beginning to move, calculated and controlled just like every other action of Jake. Every thrust hits your g-spot relentlessly, making you gasp and moan, back arching in pleasure.

The heat was already forming in your stomach, waiting to be released and spread all over your body. The final push hadn't come long after. As you and Jake shared a filthy open-mouthed kiss, he had thrust so hard and deep, a small bulge had formed, your cervix being kissed with his cockhead.

You cry his name and your pussy comes on his cock, milking his length with repeated squeezes. “That's it, doll” he praises as he continues to abuse your cunt with his dick. Your nerves are oversensitive making you whimper and teary-eyed. He found his release with a whimper, his hot cum almost filling your womb. He pulled out with a small gasp and you wanted him again.

"Fucking hell doll." Jake gasps, collapsing on your side, as you pant, you chest rising up and down. The costume had now been completely ripped apart, revealing your naked form, which Jake deemed his 'piece of art'.

"Don't worry I'll buy you a new one." He chuckled, pulling you into his arms.

"Wanna take a shower?"

"Another round? Sure."

Taglist: @ramenoil + taglist is open my babies!

[stay-dazed]

stray kids as dads

notes: female reader, and you're married here. so sorry if anything came out repetitive!

chan: chan, as anyone would have expected, is an amazing father, thanks in part to raising 7 other men for a living. you're so happy to see your husband and your son taime bond together over the years, especially over chan's favorite thing - music. he takes taime to the studio fairly regularly, where uncle jisung and changbin are so excited to see him that they barely get any work done. and when chan works from home, taime joins him by sitting on his lap and asking him tons of questions about how all the colorful tabs on his laptop work.

chan patiently answers all his questions, even if he's answered some before. taime's only 7 years old after all, so he doesn't always remember what chan's told him. but he still shows a ton of interest, and always says he wants to grow up to be just like his appa.

chan really is a great dad. he's very patient and always willing to help his child when he needs it, although he doesn't always make problems just go away. he may just try to guide taime through it so he can learn to make good decisions for himself as he grows. he's also very playful with taime. they love to play-wrestle, play various sports together since chan grew up incredibly athletic himself, race each other, and so on.

actually one of chan's favorite ways they race together is when they come home from running an errand or from picking taime up from school, and they run inside to give you a big hug. you just love it when they do that, because it makes you feel so loved and appreciated. the hug may catch you off guard while you're busy working around the house, and it may almost knock you over now and again, but you wouldn't ever miss a hug from your favorite boys.

"okay, buddy, ready to see who can give mom the biggest hug first?"

minho: while minho wasn't initially expecting to be a father, at least not anytime soon, he still became a great dad to your daughter, jimin. she's 3 now and absolutely has minho wrapped around her little finger, though he'd never admit to that. she loves to play dress-up with her appa, adding clips and bows to his hair, messily painting his nails, and putting shaky lip tint onto his lips. and the entire time minho just sits there patiently, smiling at jimin's excited expression and encouraging her with kind words," i'm sure i look very pretty, sweetie. thank you." his face drops if he ever catches you laughing, though.

jimin also loves having lazy days, and minho never argues with that. so on the days he gets off from work, they'll both stay in their pajamas all day, watch cartoons, eat sweets for their meals, and take naps. the lock screen on your phone is actually a photo of them sleeping together; jimin in her little pink pajama set laying on her appa's chest comfortably, a little pigtail in both of their hair.

but what makes minho happiest is watching jimin play with the fuzzy trio - soonie, doongie, and dori. she'll take one of the feather toys and play with them for hours, if they have the energy. and minho could watch the entire time, sipping on his coffee and taking a couple videos. he's just so happy she loves the cats as much as he does.

"jimin baby, look at the camera. hi pretty! can you smile for me?"

changbin: changbin was so ready and so excited to be a father. he just knew he'd be a great dad, with how understanding and good at listening he is. and sure enough, he became a rock for your 4 year old daughter nari. whenever she's crying over things important to her, like spilling her juice or missing her favorite show on pbs, he listens closely to her while wiping her tears away with his thumb. he then reassures her that he understands exactly why she's upset, and that things will be okay. he'll just refill her juice or put on another show she loves.

changbin really is nari's superhero. you can just tell how much she looks up to him already. like the time she accidentally tripped and hit her head against the leg of a chair. she cried and ran to her appa, holding her arms open for changbin to pick her up, which he did immediately. he held her safe against his chest and looked closely at her head to make sure everything was okay. after confirming it just left a bump, he rocked her back and forth, saying softly," it's okay aegi, you'll be okay." you came in from the backyard to see him rocking her in his arms.

she looked up at him with starry eyes, slowly calming down. eventually, she actually fell asleep in his arms, completely forgetting about the pain. you smile as you watch them. changbin is your superhero too.

"let me give it a kiss, aegi. i have magic kisses that'll make it all better."

hyunjin: you could tell just how ecstatic your husband was to have a little baby girl, only a month old now. hyunjin holds joon in his arms as often as he can, without taking her away from your bonding time of course. he has a gentle, adoring look in his eyes as he watches her sleep, all swaddled up and comfy. he'll sit in silence for a bit before expressing a random thought like," she has your nose, love" or "do you think she's dreaming right now? what do babies dream about?"

he's confided in you before about how he's scared, wondering if he'll truly be a good father. but you have so much confidence in him. he's such a patient and loving person, and he's very protective of your little girl. you can see so clearly the happiness he has when doing even the most simple everyday things, like helping you choose her clothes in the morning or buckling her up in her carseat, cooing at her the entire time. and he's especially happy when showing her off to people. he just beams with pride as they also coo over her and say sweet things like," oh she's so beautiful, just like her mama."

it's the greatest when watching the members argue to see who can hold joon first, and who will be the best uncle. you and hyunjin both relax on the couch, leaning against each other and fighting against the fatigue that creeps in after many a sleepless night. you watch chan hold joon, baby-talking to her while jisung looks over his shoulder with the widest smile on his face. joon will be raised surrounded by so much love, and you couldn't be more thankful.

"my mom gifted us the socks she's wearing- changbin make sure you're supporting her head. i know you know, just be careful. she's so fragile."

jisung: jisung was so nervous to become a father, wondering if he could really raise a child. but even then, he couldn't hide his very obvious excitement. he couldn't believe he'd have a son of his own that would look up to him, just like he had his dad. and junseo, now 2, is truly the light of his life. besides you of course. though the both of you learn through trial and error, just as all first-time parents do, jisung is still the perfect father in your eyes.

he's patient and loving, and lots of fun. your son can be heard giggling all throughout the day as jisung plays with him, or tickles him just to hear that happy sound. he does the exact same thing in public. anything silly to make his baby boy laugh, even if people may look at him weird. you can tell jisung's anxiety, while not completely gone, has decreased significantly since becoming more confident as a father. he's not nervous ordering for his family at restaurants, or taking junseo to his doctor appointments on his own when you're busy visiting a friend.

he still panics inside just a little whenever junseo gets hurt or catches a cold, but he's fantastic at remaining calm and patching him up. he'll carefully clean the owie, put a bandaid on it, and give it a kiss to make it feel better. and he takes time to learn recipes from his mom that help battle a cold. jisung is growing so much and you couldn't be more proud of him.

like chan, he takes his son to the studio with him in order to raise him around music. though it's a little more difficult to concentrate than in chan's case, since junseo is really young and needs more attention to avoid getting himself into trouble (which he gets from jisung, let's be honest.)

"hey junseo, jagi, could you please not climb on appa's chair? thank you. wait- no no, don't pull those wires!"

felix: felix knew since he was in highschool that he wanted to be a father, especially of a daughter. the thought of having his own little girl had always appealed to him, making his heart feel warm. and after a long and complicated birth process that occurred a month early, you both welcomed your son theo into the world. felix could do nothing but hold his tiny miracle baby, his teddy, in his arms and cry happy tears as you recovered in bed.

now theo's 5 years old and while he's smaller than other boys his age, he's still a little spitfire with enough energy and curiosity to last him a lifetime. and felix is still absolutely head over heels for him. on his days off, felix spends time with theo by watching cartoons with him, dancing to music with him (usually stray kids), and baking with him, which often leads to some messy outcome. but at least they're really cute while doing it.

felix is a great father, so gentle and amazing at teaching. the moments you catch them in make your heart swell with happiness and gratitude. for example, the time you were looking out the kitchen window as you did the dishes, and you saw felix showing theo a bug outside, encouraging him to always be curious about the world around him.

or like right now. 8:00, theo's bedtime before starting his first day at kindergarten tomorrow. you find felix holding him safely in his arms, telling him a story in korean that his mom used to tell when he was theo's age. it's sentimental, as well as teaching theo to appreciate the cultures coming from both his parents. felix, just like you, is nervous about sending his baby to school tomorrow, but you know they'll both be just fine.

"okay teddy bear, time to go to sleep. you have a big day tomorrow. i love you so much, son."

seungmin: similar to minho, seungmin never expected to be a father. like at all in his entire life. but when it happened unexpectedly, he was supported by his family and closest friends. in time, he began to develop more confidence in himself. and as each day with his little girl chin-sun passed by, seungmin was filled with more and more love and comfort. chin-sun brought him comfort.

and she still does to this day, as she grows closer to turning 3 years old. you can see the comfort seungmin feels in the way he picks up your little girl to spin her around, or the way he lets her wear his shirt after bathtime even though it's the size of a tent on her. the way he kisses her forehead every night after she falls asleep, and the way he sings to her every day.

like right now. it's time for dinner, which means cleanup time in chin-sun's play room, and you can hear seungmin singing. it's a little distant over the bubbling of the food on the stovetop, but you know it by heart and hum along anyway. it's called "the cleanup" song. seungmin made it up himself to encourage your little girl to have fun while doing things she's supposed to do. there's also songs for bathtime, bedtime, driving to grandma's house, etc. it's incredibly creative, and one of the cutest things you've ever seen your husband do.

people who don't genuinely know seungmin may find him blunt or standoffish, but you know how he really is. he becomes a better dad every day, if that's even possible, and he'd do absolutely anything for his two favorite girls.

"okay silly, let's go eat. you did a good job cleaning up! did you have fun singing with appa?"

jeongin: jeongin honestly never put much thought into kids and if he wanted them. but the day you announced you were pregnant, he was filled with determination to take very good care of his wife and child. he worked so hard right off the bat, reading books on pregnancy and birthing, and calling his dad to ask for advice on being one himself. the farther along you got in your pregnancy, the more protective jeongin became over you. all he wanted was for you to relax and stay safe.

and the day your son haneul came along, jeongin was beaming with pride. he told you multiple times how thankful he was to you for providing him with something so precious. that night in the hospital, where you were kept until morning just to be safe, jeongin again promised himself to be the best father and husband he could ever be, before dozing off in a rickety chair placed next to your bed.

now, a year later, haneul is one happy little boy. always smiling and giggling, and he absolutely loves giving people hugs and kisses. jeongin was never the overly affectionate type, but now all he loves to do is give his son hugs and kisses. his uncles absolutely adore it as well and are eager to babysit him whenever possible. simply put, haneul just has a way of making everyone around him happy.

you're filled with joy every time you see your husband spend happy moments with your boy. moments such as jeongin picking little designer shoes for hanuel's outfits, or patiently letting haneul climb all over him as he sits on the couch. it's so sweet to see. jeongin really turned out to be the amazing father he promised to be.

"are you having fun, son? yeah? ah hannie, lift your leg, you got appa's hair."

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Accidentally in love 😍😍😍 Bucky AND Steve goddd you’re killing me here.

I can’t wait for you to finish it, I’d love to hear more about it 🤭

Omg this has been going on TOO long! I actually wrote the first 5 chapters last January and just.... Ran out of steam I guess.

We follow our reader who has been quite settled with her sugar daddy Steve, who owns a lucrative art gallery in Brooklyn. When he starts looking to expand he meets up with Bucky, the CEO of White Wolf security, to update and outfit his growing business.

Bucky would love to sign on the dotted line...but only if he gets you too 😮

But when Bucky and Steve spend more time together your simple sugar baby life gets very very complicated.

Little snippet below the cut!

Steve looked around the two men at the figure silhouetted under the street light. He looked a little shorter than Steve, but not by much. Where Steve’s hair was golden, Bucky’s was dark and slightly curly, messy in a way that suggested he spent an awful lot of time making it look that way. Like Steve, he had an artful scruff of beard, neatly trimmed and taimed to go with the rest of his neat appearance.

“Bucky?” Steve mulls the name over, “from White Wolf?”

“Yeah.” Sam leant over the glass fencing to swipe Steve’s biscotti from its little plate.

“Interesting.”

“Uh-huh.” Sam nodded, trying not to answer with his mouth full of biscuit, already bored of the conversation and starting the smile coyly back at you.

“I’ve got a meeting with White Wolf.”

“Oh?” Your mind was wandering away from the conversation too and back over to the handsome stranger who had ended his call with a grumble and appeared to be trying very hard not to throw their phone straight into the East River.

“Yeah, they’ve put in a bid for our new security system, I wanted something local and I heard the CEO was from Brooklyn too.”

Bucky approached his friends again and allowed Sam to introduce him.

“Rogers, don’t I have a meeting with you tomorrow?”

You watched him reach a hand over the fence and shake Steve’s, squeezing his palm.

“You do.”

“And will you be joining us?” Bucky’s attention came as somewhat of a shock, you had been happily eating your sweet and ignoring the increasingly boring shop talk, but now your hand was in his and he was pressing his soft warm lips to your fingers.

“Oh!” You flushed, warmth creeping up the back of your neck. “Oh, no, I don’t- I mean - the gallery and stuff, it’s not really-”

Bucky’s smile was genuine, but there was something else behind his eyes that made you feel a little like prey, that, given the opportunity, he’d lick you as clean as you’d licked your dessert spoon.

Sam nudged him and Steve coughed, drawing your attention back to him with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Sadly not, you’ve got other engagements, haven’t you, Honey?” You weren’t sure you’d ever seen Steve looking jealous, but that was certainly what was playing around the hard edge of his false smile.

[criminallyoverrated]

Posting a guy I'm gay about for my pride, day 14:

Taime Downe!!!

First off, I heard in like one place one time that there were bisexual rumors about him, and while I didn't believe at first, I don't think any fully het man could make the album The Power & the Gloryhole. Happy pride to him for that! I really love his very almost actually heart shaped lips and the goofy ass way he sings. I've never heard anybody else sing like they don't give a fuck what other people think quite like he does.

[dakotaawolven]

She wakes in the dark, snuggled between Monty and Raven in Raven's bed. It takes a couple minutes for her to untangle herself without waking anyone, and she presses her lips to Monty's forehead before she finally leaves the bed. A smile lifts the corners of her mouth as she watches Monty move closer to Raven in his sleep while Raven shifts closer to Monty too. Kyle follows Raven's movements in his sleep and Harper forces herself not to laugh as she watches Kyle and Monty essentially fight over cuddling Raven in their sleep. With a small shake of her head, she turns and slips out of the bedroom. 

Wells is asleep on the couch, and Harper is quiet as she moves through the room towards the window. Staring down at the earth, her heart aches. They didn't even get a whole year on Earth last time, and she hates that she can't even really remember what it was like. She remembers the things that happened, sure, and she remembers the trees—the colors so vibrant—and the animals. But she can't remember the smells, the tastes…the feel of Earth. Part of her still wonders if this is really happening and not some hallucination she's seeing at the very end of her life. But Monty remembers her death, and that's not something she thinks she would see in any sort of last thought. 

Her gaze drifts over to Wells and she feels old. She has fifty years on him now—on most of her friends too, and still several decades on their parents as well. It's a weird feeling, knowing that she and Monty outlived everyone else, at least in length of life. But she is looking forward to living with her friends this time. She won't ever regret the life she had with Monty on Eligius, but she can't help but want more this time; she wants Jordan to grow up with their family—with other kids, hopefully! She wants a life on Earth, and she knows that Monty wants the same thing.

— Chapter 41 of Taim kom hod in au te kos(when love becomes the reason)

Or start from Chapter 1!

[mariesid]

I have all day

Sinbad

Warning: mdni, 18+, rope bunny, brat taiming, oral f receiving, begging

You tried your best not to give in. It had been at least an hour of Sinbad's teasing. "Not giving in huh," Sinbad cued. You needed his attention all week and he chose to ignore you. You decided to pour out his favorite booze in front of him. Obviously he wasn't a fan but he deserved it. He decided to strip then tie you to his bed and have his fun with you. Of course you tried fighting him off but he overpowered you. Your legs were spread so he could see every inch of your messy folds. Sinbad had started by leaving hickies down your neck, on your perky breasts, your hips and on the most sensitive part of your thighs. You hated that your cunt gave you away. He was enjoying every minute of watching your body twitch uncontrollably. You didn't even look at him. "Not going to answer me?" His finger gently pinched your hardened nipple. You tried closing your legs knowing it wouldn't work. "I think I know what you need," he scooped up your chin. He kissed you, gently before bitting on your lower lip. You couldn't take much more as a whimper slipped out. His head tilted licking your lips. You opened your mouth slightly but that's all he needed. He tasted of rum as his tongue did small circles around yours. A moan escaped as he parted. You wanted him so bad but you weren't ready to give in. You tried glaring at him. "I have all day," he wiggled his finger against your clit gently. Your head shot back as you squirmed under his touch. Your core was on fire. He stripped down to nothing, you wanted so bad to feel his six pack on you. "Please," you begged. You couldn't take it anymore. "Please, please." His smile was so beautiful, "what do you want? Hmmm?" You felt your breath being taken away. You knew what you wanted but why was it so hard for you to tell him? He teasingly licked up your folds, sending shock waves straight to your core. "I . . . I need relief, please." He smiled before dropping his face to your folds again. You felt his mouth latch onto you and lick mercilessly. You didn't know what came first, your scream or your body shaking. The noises coming from you sounded like an animals as his nose rubbed against your clit. He was going to eat every last drop of you. You weren't complaining. You felt your not form as Sinbad swirled his tongue. You were so close. He inserted a finger while licking your clit. That's all it took. The breath was once again knocked out of you as your knot snapped. Your body shook violently while you rode out your orgasm.

[caracarnn]

He didn't have time for this. He needed to see to other things. Everything was shaky and he felt the very edges of the world starting to slip from his grasp, whispers of it gliding from off his fingertips. The world was in a delicate state, the very foundations of it nearly swirling out of his control. He knew better than to linger here but the words that Logain was saying was filling him with a bit of bitterness. Something strong that got underneath his skin. He knew that the words the other man spoke were right even if it did make him grind his teeth and set him on edge.

These men, the Asha'man in their Black Tower were indeed under his protection and he had left them to fend for themselves. Who knew what Taim could do? What darkness went on within those walls. He thought of his own private road to Tear, the fear that had plagued him the entire time that he had made his way to the Stone. Those deaths that presented themselves within the hollow corners of his nightmares. Darkfriends or not.

A slow breath fell from his lips as he turned his gaze up to Logain where the other was standing. "Then tell me, Logain, what would you have me do? I have some time to spare -' He didn't but stretching himself a bit more wouldn't drain him completely, would it? " - tell me and then maybe I'll get it done."

@fadedpath - cont'd from here

[cannoli-reader]

Okay, but that's not his arc. He came to that conclusion more or less over time. It's not a place he was in at the start of the book, and as said above, he didn't come to that point through any sort of process in tDR. Early in tSR, he is still thinking that he has to do as much as he can, regardless of whether or not Perrin & Mat are supposed to help.

Rand's arc in tDR is about taking control of his destiny. Before tDR, and at the beginning of the book, he was going where he was told, he was reacting to circumstances, he was letting Moiraine call the plays. Then, when Moiraine's whole big scheme that has resulted in not much saving the world or leading people in the fight against the Shadow, but months and months of hiding in the mountains to get clear of the Children of the Light and other powers when they crush his bands of volunteer followers and evade the hunters of the Shadow, turns out to epically fail, with the news that no one is actually crushing his bands of followers and the Children are avoiding confrontations with them, followed closely by an attack by Shadowspawn, Rand says "screw this bullshit," and heads off on his own. Not to protect people, but because he's been letting other people's problems, needs, expectations and presumptions to know what's best for him, dictate his course until now. And he goes through a kind of crucible ordeal that should probably be one of the steps on Campbell's hallowed Journey, and emerges ready to face the Forsaken, claim his identity to the world and defeat Ishamael for good.

The lesson of tDR is not that Rand needs everyone else, but that everything depends on Rand. If Rand does not draw Callandor and defeat Ishamael Moiraine & Lan die, Mat & Juilin get cornered and killed in the Stone, the Wondergirls probably end up 13x13ed, and Perrin, Faile & Loial are stuck in Tear wondering what happened until whoever among the Shadow survived the whole thing comes looking for them. And a whole lot more Tairens and Aiel die. Even Moiraine "saving" Rand from Be'lal (a man with zero interest in killing Rand, whose greatest ambition could not happen if Rand died) would never have happened if she had had her way. Be'lal wanted to face Rand alone, without help and took pains to separate him from Moiraine, but because Rand was in the city, and not in her company, he could not afford to go after Moiraine himself and leave Callandor unattended for Rand to grab while Be'lal was hunting her down. So he sent the Black sisters, who put a trap in Moiraine's room, not thinking anyone would barge in ahead of her. Faile sprung the trap, Be'lal felt it and thought Moiraine off the board. If Moiraine came to Tear with Rand, then Be'lal can take her out personally, because it also gives him a chance to snap up Rand and get even better control over the whole drawing Callandor issue.

The whole point of The Dragon Reborn and the reason for that title, despite the PoV disparity, is that everything revolves around and depends upon Rand, absent or not. Rand realizing he needs everyone else to help is an ongoing process through the entire series, right up to the climax of Tarmon Gaidon. Arguably, the book that services that concept the least is tDR.

In tSR we get "here or there it is all the same fight" and Moiraine telling Rand that others fight for him. It tFoH, he has to be dragged away from the battlefield, Mat kills Couladin despite his own intentions, the women force him to accept help fighting Rahvin and even when he breaks off from the main party to chase him down alone, Nynaeve comes to the rescue. The whole theme of tFoH is about overreaching and trying to take too much on yourself, or take power, authority or duties that belong to others. In LoC, the theme of order being upended plays out in Rand paying lip service to the idea of delegation, relying on others more than ever, such as using Mat as a proxy, Berelain as a regent, Taim as a teacher, asking the Ogier for help, trying to get in touch with his "Aes Sedai followers", but at crucial points, he keeps screwing up by going off on his own. In aCoS, he is back to sending everyone away and resisting help. In tPoD, he is actively sabotaging his followers by pitting them against each other and trying to only receive help from others on his own terms. Winter's Heart sees him letting people in, and the lesson he completely fails to learn in Far Madding is that the problems he articulated at the outset of his quest get solved serendipitously by Cadsuane joining the team. CoT & KoD see he is still trying to be in control in all relationships and alliances, which is just another form of trying to do it all himself, rather than trust others with agency. His testing Cadsuane on the issue of recruit Astoril, fighting Logain on the issue of bondings, balking at the terms Bera & co negotiate with the Tairen rebels and fighting Lews Therin for control of the Power all create problems or raise dangers for no reason other than his own insistence on his way or the highway. After that, of course, we have the books written by the man who doesn't understand the themes of the other ones, so eh. But even Sanderson has Rand needing reminders to accept help in the meeting at Merrilor and even in his final realization in the Pit of Doom. And yet, he seems to think that Rand learned this lesson back in tDR. WTF? Of course, this is also the man who had a mysterious figure come out of nowhere to lead Aviendha through a tedious Socratic dialogue to the revelation that the Aiel need Rand to give them a new purpose, when in fact, Aviendha herself said that very thing to him as he was recovering from the fall off the lookout tower at the Battle of Cairhien.

Brandon: “what is Rand’s arc?”

Matt: “what is Rand’s arc in The Dragon Reborn?”

Brandon: “he realized and embraced that he’s going to go mad and kill everyone so he leaves his friends and tries to do it by himself and realizes by the end he cannot.”

Matt; “you don’t think that’s happened this season?”

[chans-bad-girl]

Hello~ recently I think that I have a voice kink(?) cause listening to someone moaning or dirty talks makes me horny lol. So I want to ask, what do you think skz would say in bed? Maybe including some dirty talks would be great! Thank you for answering my ask! <3

Lol same and sorry for the late reply, I had some issues with my queue☠️

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD!!

Skz headcanons: dirty talk

warnings: obvi dirty talk, pet names (esp baby lol), moaning/groaning/whining etc., switch!skz and switch!reader, teasing, degradation, size kink, mirror sex, strong language/curses, toys, brat taiming, daddy/master/sir/mommy kink, praise, dumbification, hair pulling, fingering, piv, oral, quickies, breeding kink, soft and hard stuff all over the place lmao so one bulletpoint will be hard asf and then the other will be the most vanilla ass shit pls help, boob job, voice kink, wall sex, strength kink, mentions of exhibitism, ironic use of pet names

Chan:

It's no secret that he likes calling you babygirl lol

but he will not shy away to ask you what else you like being called or what you like in general

will be vocal about his likes as well

"ah shit, so tight."

his plump lips will channel to you the most chesty grunts and growls

hisses the whole time through

loves his babygirl loudly

when you take control he's even louder

"fuck, you're so good at this."

Minho

the type to try and rile you up/tease you with his voice

"such a pretty slut"

while Chan has it with praise, I think he has it with degradation

not as vocal when you take control

but when you're in front of a mirror he will not stop talking like

"look at you, so fucked out, I might use a vibrator with that dildo. blue and purple fit nicely, no?"

will go absolutely insane when you talk back

likes his subs bratty so he can say shit like

"I don't know if you deserve this toy baby. I'm the only thing you need anyway to get off, isn't that so?"

Changbin

wants you to

no

requires you to call him master or sir

and he calls you kitten or little girl back

"so wet only for me"

oh and his SIZE KINK

"what a pretty little hole you have here, I wonder how I even fit inside."

he LOVES when you call him buff or strong

probably also likes a bit of dumbification like

"my little girl can't stand up by herself? your legs are too shaky? come on kitten, let me carry you."

will use it as an excuse to throw you onto the bed and then rail you again

sorry not sorry but, on this blog, Changbin is a hard dom, no questions asked

Hyunjin

speaking clearly? foreign to him

he's gonna try so bad to be all hard but he's a whiny mess and gets lost in the emotion

honestly I see him as somebody rather traditional

but will also bust stuff like this once in a while:

"love it when you pull on my hair, let me pull on yours too"

oh my god when you tell this man what you want

like, when you're vocal

((because he'll mostly just moan))

he will softly look up like

"my fingers? let me show you what I can do."

and then look at you with that dark gaze just to make you shake with his long, slender fingers only (just to turn you on because he knows u love it)

will also ask for blowjobs and then hold your hair for you

Jisung

fullon screams

like, calls out "baby" the whole time and just won't stop bucking his hips for more friction when you touch him

"scream for me, baby, come on."

probably won't order you around or anything

but might be a bratty ass sub himself

like imagine him going "mommy, I'm so close." and then coming right when you say he can't just to test you are your alleged punishment...

furrows his brows and gives you an expression almost of pain at your ministrations on his red, angry dick

let's be real, he'll get horny a lot so asking for quickies won't be unusual

"i'm gonna need you to swallow. can't make a mess before the meeting, huh?"

Felix

I can't stop thinking of him calling you a bitch with his nose scrunched up and his eyebrows furrowed, jaw wide open as he whisper-screams

"take it, bitch"

the breeding kink ooooo

but will mostly be soft so I obvi have some for that in store

"do you like this, angel?"

and if you ask him for his kinks

WHICH YOU SHOULD

he's gonna say (and lord help me)

"I've kinda always fantazised about a boob job BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO if you're uncomfortable with it."

you better bet that the next thing he says is

"fuck, my cum looks so good on your pretty chest."

observes your reaction to everything he does so he can love you better

his voice is basically his secret weapon

will intentionally speak and moan in his lower register just to make you lose your brains while he fucks them out of you

hope you're going as crazy as I am rn

Seungmin

will approach it in a bit more calculated way

will ask you what you like and don't like

but will also take note of your body and how it reacts

absolutely goes fucking crazy for the smallest things

"keep squirming with your thighs like that or forgive me when I rip that dress off your body."

a sucker for teasing the fuck out of you until your arousal drips down your fucking leg

"I bet you'd look good around me right now, but we can't do that because we're in public *wink* *dandy boy smile* *that hides the knowing grin* *because he knows you're absolutely dying rn*"

I feel like he'd giggle a lot in bed?

like

"baby, your hair is all over your face, hehe."

jeongin

idk if it's the Busan air or what they feed them

but my boy gives off Jungkook vibes in a way where he could pin you against a wall just to show you he's strong and more than just the soft baby bread image the media forces onto him

he's grown, and he wants you to feel it

"take it. take all of me."

loves the sounds of your back against the wall

"all bark huh? look at how messed up you are right now, angel."

will use the word angel ironically

not big on moaning but he might hiss a bit

[ozetia]

Hellooo , is it alright if I request an NSFW alphabet with Undertaker ? 🙏❤️

A = Aftercare

Praises leave undertakers lips as he cleans you up from your previous actions, he’s careful as you’re still sensitive. Undertaker likes to feed you his biscuits to give your body the energy it needs to continue on with your day.

B = body parts

Undertaker’s favourite body part are his hands. He can touch, slap and caress your skin all with just his hands.

His favourite body part of yours are also your hands. He can hold you hands settling your down when he’s overstimulated you for the second time today.

C = Cum

Undertaker doesn’t have a preference when it comes to cumming. He doesn’t mind if it’s your stomach, thighs or tits he’ll switch it up every time after all he is undertaker.

D = Dirty secret

There’s been a few times where Undertaker had publicly had sex with you. He loves the thrill of being caught.

E = Experience

Undertaker is very experienced, he’s been alive for many years and has been with a lot of different partners some more serious than others. However romantically Undertaker has at least had two serious romantic relationships.

F = Favourite Position

Yet again Undertaker doesn’t have a favourite position, he likes to experiment each time. One day he’ll do doggy style the next he’ll do 69.

G = Goofy

Undertaker may have a goofy personality when dealing with guests and the Underworld however we have all seen that he can get serious when the time comes. If undertaker has a reason to be serious then sex will be taken seriously. Intimate sex with Undertaker is mostly goofy.

H = Hair

Undertaker is groomed but he still has hair, like his natural hair his pubes are silver. He trims his pubes. Undertaker doesn’t mind if you have hair after all it’s the Victorian times and shaving with women back then wasn’t very popular.

I = Intimacy

Undertakers go to during sex is intimacy, he’s hopelessly in love with you and wants to show you this. He’s likes both of you to feel loved and be pleasured during sex it’s one of the times where he can show how much he loves you.

J = Jack off

Unfortunately Undertakers sex drive has taken a decrease throughout his years of being alive. He’s horny every once in a while but he also understands that you also have basic needs. He jacks off 1-2 times every week.

K = Kink

Dominance - Undertaker is always in control and two steps ahead, there’s nothing better than watching you lose every bit of control that he’s allowed you.

Foodplay - His biscuits taste 110% better when eaten off your body.

Brat taiming - He’s watching you show off to Sebastian, leading him on with your flirting. How unfortunately that your attitude changes as soon as he takes you to his bedroom to teach you a lesson or two to remind you who you belong to.

L = Location

Undertaker doesn’t mind having sex outside but he does prefer to have sex in his bedroom. It allows you both to be passionate and rough with each other.

M = motivation

Watching you be independent and fight your own battles against Grell or sebastion always get his cock hard.

If you take interest in his guests and want to know more he also gets hard real quick.

N = No

Gangbangs are not allowed in Undertakers rule books. He doesn’t share you with anyone you are his and no one else’s.

He wants rough action however he doesn’t want to hurt you. An example of this is knife and wax play, he can’t stand the thought of accidentally cutting your skin.

Undertaker also dislikes you sharing personal details of your sex life. No he’s not afraid of people knowing and no he’s not hiding you. He just wants your sex life to be personal between you both.

O = Oral

As Undertaker is experienced already it’s no surprise that he’s also experienced with oral. Undertaker is a giver and therefore he prefers to give you oral, he keeps him receiving for special occasions like his birthday.

P = Pace

Undertaker is rough, he doesn’t like to draw out roleplay longer or shorter than it should. His mood also affects his pace if he’s had a bad day you can expect him to be slower with you than normal. Whereas if he’s had a good day his pace is rough.

Q = Quickie

Undertaker doesn’t like quickies at much as he would like too but he has to take what he can get. Quickies are thrown into the mix of your normal sexy times. He’s busy and so are you but that doesn’t mean that he won’t put the same feeling into quickies.

R = Risk

He’s likes to take risks as long as he knows the outcome of the risk and the possibilities of harm which could be caused.

S = Stamina

Undertaker isn’t human he is a reaper, this means that Undertaker can over do the average time of sex. If you are human he sticks to 30minutes to an hour and a half before calling it a day. Whereas if you aren’t human he will take an average of 2-3 hours with breaks inbetween after all he is a old man.

T = Toys

Toys weren’t popular back in Victorian times however if they were then Undertaker would understand that there is a very big different between a toy and his actual dick. He doesn’t have a problem with you using toys because there’s nothing to get self conscious about.

U = Unfair

Undertaker is unfair is he is taiming you of course he’s trying to teach you a lesson. But if it’s normal sex he does not tease you unless he is flirty ( which would normally be before sex)

V = Volume

Undertakers not scared to voice his opinion and he’s certainly not afraid to share his moans after all he sounds divine.

Like you he’s loud when reaching his climax.

W = Wild-card

Undertaker sometimes gets self conscious of his scars before sex and hesitates until you run your fingers over his scars and kiss them telling him he’s still beautiful.

X = X-ray

Undertaker’s cock is absolutely beautiful, he has a slight curve making it easier for him to reach where he needs too. His dick is 6-8 inches and he’s got average girth.

Y = Yearning

Undertaker has amazing self-control after years of being on earth. When Undertaker is horny it’s still hard to tell and he has to spell it out for you.

Z = Zzzz

Reapers need sleep like humans, he’s not tired after sex with you after all he’s taken part in harder physical activities. After watching you drop off to sleep he caresses your head whilst staring at you, it takes him an two hours after to finally drop off to sleep.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Here is it the awaited Secret Kiss scene for your pleasure to read it @atelier-maroron

I hope you like it feel free to let me hear your thoughts I hope you like it but above all that satisfy your expectations 🥰😘

Sweet kiss shared in quiet places behind the scenes with no one to look at them as more than catching glimpse too brief to be called sight fruit of their imagination a dark cape raised in front of them to cover them from prying eyes as he stole a slow tender kiss from her rosy lips Desiring nothing more than to protect her honor reserving privacy for their intimate moment He had to hold himself back from leading her in his boat to bring her home and loving her with all his might As soon as he heard footsteps approaching swiftly he pulled away leaving a fleeting kiss on her forehead before with a last glance to her disappearing into the shadow She stood there gazing melancholic at him desiring nothing more than to follow to let him make her his again but she knew she had a job to comply and the least thing she desired was for someone to discover her secret love Unhuerridly she found something to do offering a pathetic excuse for her absence but with such a bright smile feigning so candid innocence for the other person to feel bad about doubting about her whereabouts for even a moment since they saw less than nothing as evidence for her misbehaviour What they imagined to see a dark cape fluttering under stair was nothing more than an hallucination Blinking once and it was no more there instead in that place stood her busy sewing the curtain What a tiring day it must have been to imagine such things they shook their head and went back to work as she sighed dreamily at the recalling of that event Of that kisses secretely stolen among the day passionate as to take their breath away slow but so full of love to make them yearning for more taming for a second the long wait as their patience grew thinner Eager to show their love to one another To lost themselves in the bliss of their passion in a place hidden from the spotlight Sharing intimacy unknown to them until now so bright as to lit his entire home warming their heart beating in sync as they became one fitting in each other arms like two half of a single being Soulmates destined to be together against all odds and duties they had to comply Whimpers melting with groans as they reached the peak of pleasure together Soft whisper resonating in the little space between their lips Je taime Julie toujours et par toujours Je taime Jean avec tout mon coeur Mon ange Mon hero Softly they melted into one another again as their tongue waltzed and laced together Slowly they moved like one their hips moving in sync Making him groan lightly in delight as she sang the song of her love only for him to hear Engulfing his name in her beautiful voice sweet and tender like the mewl she let escaping her lips as she arched and weighed under him Kissing each other amdist the ecstasy of pleasure as the sweetest bliss overcome them enrapturing them both in the alluring spires of passion As their names echoed though the room undeniable proof of who they belonged to for no one to hear but themselves

Special mention to @kissmetwicekissmedeadly and @aquagirl1978

I am eager to hear your opinion too 😊😊

Thank so much for the support in this project 🥰🥰😍😍😘😘

[princelestatdelioncourt]

The images were so real, so vivid he could feel the heat from the sun, the sweet taste of the fruits and the creek, and their laughs. So many hours under the sun or the stars and their laughs. So far yet so close, Lestat felt Nicolas embrace around him as he drank from him so carefully not to hurt him. It was tense for a second, but he felt Nicolas embrace and welcoming what was happening. In these dreams he saw Nicolas’s stop smiling, as it happened before and at that time when Lestat could not but stop and freak out on what to do. That fear to what was happening to Nicolas. He saw how the sun was fading, how the music stopped, the clear skies were cloudy, and Nicolas was starting to be away, his stare still on Lestat and his eyes fixed on Lestat and Lestat felt like being pulled away from Nicolas to escape that vision, his eyes fixed on Nicolas. They were not laughing anymore. It was cold… and with all force Lestat escaped from that invisible force and ran towards Nicolas, ran fast and slowly he was approaching more and more…” Nicki! Nicki!” he screamed until he finally was able to reach Nicolas’s hand then an arm around his waist and pull him towards Lestat. He held Nicolas with force yet carefully “I’m here, I’m here” then he heard Nicolas’s voice, talking to him at that same moment while Lestat was drinking from him slowly.  “I'll stay with you, Ill walk with you, Ill be with you until the end and beyond…” and the clouds started to dissipate, the sun was starting to be bright again, the creek and its cold clear water, the birds, the fresh fruits, the wet grass… they were holding each other and nothing else would separate them again.

The feeling of Nicolas fangs on Lestat made him let out a sound, pleasant sound, he was so delicate, so pleasant. And it all faded as soon as they stopped drinking from each other but there was the real feeling now of Nicolas hands on Lestat cheeks and Nicolas repeated these same words like in the visions.

Lestat opened his eyes slowly, hoping this was not a dream like so many times had happened before. No, he was there, Nicolas was there and was holding him. And his lips were tinted in red. His eyes so bright, these beautiful dark eyes Lestat always was lost in them. Closing his eyes to the kiss and tasting their blood, which made all senses to awake in a way no one can do. Lost in that kiss, there was nothing more than Nicolas’ embrace and the kiss.

Swift move and Lestat sitting on Nicolas’s lap, his hands on Nicolas strong fine abs, but so close to him “our conversation” Lestat said feeling their hearts beat altogether, the blood on their kiss. Lestat hands now under Nicolas’s shirt. How much he missed feeling his skin. Starving for years to that touch.

“I’ve missed you too and I knew we could talk again. I was just giving you space to find what you were looking for because I’ve finally learned that Love is not just wanting on what I want but on what you need and want, so if you wanted to be free or be with someone else forever, I would have to respect that decision and be happy for you. To still love you no matter what. But I am so happy we are here now, and you are not upset, and we can talk, and we can go anywhere in the world…together.”

Lestat stared at Nicolas’ eyes for what seemed a long time, he was lost in them, he didn’t know for how long. He hands still under Nicolas’s shirt feeling his firm chest and his heart “Je Taime” and it was so easy to say these words to Nicolas and when said in French it was meant from the heart and soul. It was like in the Village or Paris, it was his whole being saying these words.

“I don’t want to go anywhere else in the world but your arms, I want to listen to your voice, taste your lips, look into your eyes, kiss your smile. I want to listen to your music and make love to you with these melodies. I want to give you so much I can’t find the words …I want to give you the world because you deserve Nicki more than anyone else, you deserve all goods and I want to give them to you even if I fail, I want you to teach me, I want to learn from you. Together in this Savage Garden we can conquer anything we want.  

Lestat kissed Nicolas’ lips again gently and passionately while his hands were caressing his chest. It was all so perfect.

Suddenly cold air presence. No, it was not another vampire or an ancient, it was different, it was something, a presence. Just like ..Just like that night he was kidnapped from his room in Paris in Nicolas arms.

Lestat broke the kiss and looked towards the door. He didn’t move and it was very protective of Nicolas to whatever that thing was. Still sitting on his lap, hands on his chest but ready to jump. And when that presence that was flickering was moving out of the shadows towards them, he could he it was Magnus. Lestat anger was over the roof suddenly and his eyes became like laser that could cut the air.

“What the hell are you doing here? How did you find this place? GET OUT!” Lestat screamed the last works with rage and almost like a groan. He still hated Magnus for everything.

“I just came in peace my son” Magnus replied with a broken voice like a cry “I…”

“Don't call me son." Lestat interrupted "How you dare come in here to Nicolas’s home! How you dare to show your presence to us now! I told you I don’t give a damn about you. You destroyed our dreams before... There's nothing for you here. Go!”

Lestat is a powerful vampire but there is still an unknown way to be able to “Kill” a ghost. Not the fire gift, not the mind gift… they didn’t know yet what could kill a ghost like Magnus. And having to see Magnus now, was upsetting Lestat so much because it was exactly like it has happened before in Paris. Lestat and Nicolas loving each other, on their bed and planning on dreams and future and there came Magnus to break everything into pieces. Lestat’s was so pissed off. Nicolas probably has never seen Lestat this way before.

“GET OUT! ARE YOU A STUPID DEAF GHOST?! GET OUT!” Lestat screamed and slightly moved, still very protective to Nicolas, and Magnus backed up terrified. Magnus was trembling or flickering so much, and he was crying and sobbing.

“I came to make peace with Nicolas” Magnus replied between sobs with broken voice.

The breeze was freezing cold but never cared to fly to that location. It is middle winter in this part of the world and I just went without an invitation. I didn’t care but I followed my instincts, my feelings, my gut. I wanted to see him to what invisible force calling me to do so. Will he accept to see me again? It was ok for me to go? I didn’t know the answer, I didn’t know the outcome, but I went either way.

It was still early when I have arrived, the house was quiet, I could not read his mind but I could sense his presence. His heartbeat. His always warm heartbeat even if he always said he had a dark heart. It was never dark to me.

Entering the room, he laid sleeping still. As I looked at him, as I approached carefully without making any sounds, my eyes fixed on him, memories rapidly passed by my mind but I had to erased them. The moment was now.

I stood by him contemplating him while was still asleep. His hair messy, his eyelashes dark, his eyes perfectly closed, his lips, no expression but yet giving so much strong power coming from his soul. All his has suffered , oh I knew , he was strong, strong at heart and soul. And why did I felt my heart racing? Why it still seemed like if we were two young men back in Auvergne at that single moment. I felt myself leaning forward and kissing his temple so gently that it was barely a touch. Cold lips against cold skin but i felt that connecting that never ceased in me.

I didn’t know if he would just get up suddenly and strangle me or threw me to the other side of the room or how he will react to my presence but i just did it no matter what. Bold move Lestat but the hell, I was listening to my gut. I was there because I still cared no matter the outcome. With his approval or not with his rage or not. I cared, I will always care.

I moved back up slowly waiting on his move, ready but not ready to whatever he will do, say or do to me now…

Always work. Keep himself useful, create, do something with his time, with his mind. There was a hollowness he couldn’t fill. An ache that threatened to cripple him constantly. Former demons had become new demons he had fashioned. Surrounded by souls but alone and that loneliness was becoming unbearable. Old and wise words echoed in his mind and Nicolas chose to close his soul and his mind because that ache that almost cost him his life could be light again. Aching and shielding that ache with fine Armani suits, poise and elegance. Musician, producer, it spilled effortlessly.

He forgot for a moment in which part of the world he chose to stay this time of years. Cold. Cold like those nights long ago. Only this time there weren’t warm arms wrapped around him, that laughter that could break the dark clouds and made him smile. Sun kissed kiss and the sun captured in those golden, silk locks.

He wrote, he pondered over sheets that needed to be attended to, urgent emails and more work he had laid on top of more work. The cold light of the laptop screen made the talon shape ring shine. A trinket saved from long ago, from a theatre and a life that seemed so long ago. Helping him dress and laugh about tiny details, looking around until that trinket rose to light and Nicolas put it on Lelio’s finger. The ring became his own, spilling blood until his hands had been taken and the ring seemed forever lost. Until, one day, it made its way back to him.

Nicolas didn’t realise he had fallen asleep. He had postponed going out and feeding until the dawn’s early light. The hunger cooked inside him as he stirred and kept his eyes closed, letting his dreams take him back to something that felt out of his reach.

Loneliness was their kind’s curse. He thought he could face loneliness. What a fool he had been.

Something…someone… Nicolas felt a press of gentle yet bold lips. A familiar smell and taste. A pull in his heart and veins and something in his soul beating faster. His eyes fluttered, hair he kept styled after the latest fashion, falling on his face.

“You’re here?” It might be the hunger. He idiotically let himself starve too focused in work and after so many years, he was imagining like in those dark years that Lestat was there. That he hadn’t head to his venomous words, that he had stayed and they eventually left that tomb in which he allowed himself to stay.

Dark eyes slowly opened to grasp the man before him. Dark blood flowing into his veins as well. He couldn’t read his mind, it didn’t matter. What human bond had been forged between their souls, the blood they now shared had broken.

“How?” Why, perhaps. After all this time, Nicolas thought Lestat had finally embraced hating him. He was too dark and he never wanted that darkness to spill into Lestat. That darkness always flew through him and he wouldn’t let Lestat be tainted by his darkness. And yet his soul yearned. Yearned the softness, the warmth, the touch, wrap his arms around him and let that fire take him.

Nicolas rubbed his face, trying to force back the ebbs of sleep and tiredness. He felt too human. Too weak “What time is it?” Lestat was before him, his kiss still burning on his temple. Like before. After all this time. His heart pounded in his chest, aching and yearning.

[tahitianmangoes]

Snow Falls

Pairing: Charles x Arthur Summary:  After Charles had found Arthur unconscious on that mountain and he vowed that he'd never leave him again. Now he’d broken that vow. Words:3018 Chapter 1/1

Not cannon compliant | NSF W

And the snow falls, the wind calls The year turns round again 'Til then put your trust in tomorrow my friend For yesterday's over and done

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The cabin was the best way up a mountain, far from prying eyes. They were safe here. Arthur could rest here. Charles could almost rest too but he would be lying if he said that he didn’t spend the moments that he wasn’t caring for Arthur looking over his shoulder for bounty hunters, Pinkertons or worse, Dutch and Micah.

Arthur was awake before Charles, he had gotten out of bed and was stoking the fire. “I can do that,” Charles said huskily, still half asleep and half dressed, getting out of bed and going over to Arthur.

Arthur's frame was slimmer than it had been a few months ago, a few months ago when Arthur had been well enough to eat. At that time, Charles had been able to see Arthur's spine through his paper white skin when the older outlaw let Charles bathe him. No matter how hard Charles tried to get Arthur to eat more, he didn't. He couldn't. Some days, he had no appetite. Some days, it was all he could do to get out of bed and sit by the cabin window. His brilliant blue eyes were less blood shot now though, perhaps because the stillness of the mountains allowed him to sleep compared to their tiny but noisy room in Saint Denis. The colour had returned to his sallow cheeks and he was beginning to grow stronger day by day.

But Charles could still hear Arthur's breaths sometimes, laboured and shaky. He tried to hide how breathless he became doing simple things like even brushing the horses, tried to stifle his coughs from Charles perhaps because he was embarrassed but of course, nothing escaped Charles.

“I know,” Arthur replied, “but I want to. Maybe you can let me chop the firewood from now on - you always do it.” “Oh Arthur…” Charles started. “Don’t oh Arthur me, “ Arthur said quickly. “Charles, I know you’re just trying to help but… I’m bored! I’m so damned bored, stuck in a little cabin in the middle of nowhere like… Like Little Red Riding Hood!” Charles chuckled at this. “It ain’t funny, Charles.” Arthur said huffily, continuing to stoke the fire doggedly. “You said we’d be across the border soon and I’m... I'm feeling better. We could go soon.”

Charles sighed, he reached for Arthur’s face. Arthur let Charles stroke the soft downy hair out of his eyes and caress his cheek tenderly. “I just want to take care of you, my love. You’re… well, you’re still healing.” “I’m fine…” Arthur started but Charles brushed his thumb over Arthur’s lips in a bid to silence him. They held each other’s gaze, it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Charles thart Arthur's shimmering blue eyes were more tired these days. But he was still the man Charles had fallen in love with, loved like no other. “We're lucky we've made it this far. I don't want to push the limits. We’ll go as soon as you’re ready, I promise.” Charles said gently, moving his head closer to Arthur's, “you know what the doctor said, you must rest.” “Charles-” “Arthur…”

They didn’t say it often. Arthur would flush and look away and Charles found himself getting tongue tied. So he kissed Arthur and Arthur kissed back. Arthur was always so strong but at the feel of Charles's lips to his own, he softened. He sighed into Charles’s mouth.

“You've spent your whole life taking care of other people,” Charles said to him in earnest, “let me take care of you. Just this one time.” Arthur was powerless to argue.

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Charles chopped firewood in the morning, made sure Arthur took the medicine the doctor had prescribed for him for his pneumonia with his breakfast of eggs and potatoes. After that, Charles cleaned his guns, crafted some arrows and mended some of his clothes that seemed to miraculously sprout holes faster than he could stitch them. Arthur dozed, the medicine made him drowsy and the warmth from the fireplace only exacerbated things. Charles was glad to see Arthur resting, though. Once he was better, they would head further north into Canada and start a new life. Get some land. Maybe some animals, too. Maybe change their names. Spend every day together. Grow old together. Forget what happened out east. Love each other until they stopped drawing breath… But Arthur wasn’t well enough yet. Charles had waited this long, he could wait a while longer.

Charles’s cough started that evening after dinner. Arthur’s eyes widened, “d-did I..?” Charles shook his head and laughed softly, “it’s not contagious. I must have caught the cold, that’s all.” By the next morning, the cough had worsened and Charles's chest hurt; it felt like he was tearing through him with each swing of his axe while he chopped the firewood as usual. He fixed breakfast while Arthur slept in - he hadn’t slept well during the night, he'd woken wheezing a few times and sweating. Charles had feared it was a fever but he seemed better by the time he awoke the next day.

Charles didn’t tell Arthur that it hurt when he moved, that his head felt stuffy and the blood pounded like he’d been running. But he didn’t need to. Arthur noticed that Charles seemed groggy and tired. “It’s just a cold. I’ll be fine.” Charles said dismissively.

But Arthur saw how he shivered as he tried to stitch the clothes he hadn’t managed to finish yesterday.

“Come to bed.” “Arthur, I’m hardly in the mood-” Charles was cut off by Arthur’s rasping laugh. “I ain’t propositioning you, Mr Smith.” Charles looked over at Arthur who was still lying down and felt his cheeks burn hot with embarrassment. “It’s warm here. We can keep each other warm, pair o’ invalids together.” Arthur said, patting the bed beside him. Charles smirked. “How can I resist?”

So the pair of them spent the rest of the day in bed together, huddling under the blankets, Charles's head aching and his chest tight, dozing in each other's arms in a contended way that they’d never really been able to when they had been living a life on the run.

They spent the next few days like that until the worst of Charles's cold passed. Arthur seemed to enjoy this role reversal of taking care of Charles. He made him hot herbal tea that he said Hosea had taught him to brew. Better than that stuff you buy in the store. Whether the tea really helped or not, Charles was able to get up and back to his usual self (or near enough,) after a couple of days. But by this time, there was almost no food left in the cabin. “I’m going hunting,” Charles told Arthur that morning. “Charles… you’re not well.” Arthur said sleepily, holding his hand as he went to leave the bed to get dressed. Charles tugged away reluctantly, fingers slipping through Arthur's like water. “I’m well enough. Besides, we’ll both starve if I don’t go. I’ll be back before nightfall, I promise you.”

But he wasn’t.

The snow came down heavy and thick. Charles cursed himself for being so careless, so stupid. He’d been tracking a mountain ram, perhaps a little too far. He should have known when to give up and turn back, maybe ride into town the next day and get supplies from the general store but as much as Charles would never admit it, it was his pride that kept him out longer than he should have been. He didn’t want to return to Arthur empty handed, though he knew Arthur wouldn’t be disappointed. It was stupid, male pride. It was that pride that found him unable to get back across the mountain to the cabin, to Arthur. Taima had always been a strong horse but this had proven to be her limit. The snowstorm rolled across the hills and Charles was lucky in that he found a cave that looked like it had once been home to animals of some sort - wolves he suspected - but now seemed empty. He did his best to light a fire for them both but the wood he managed to gather in the boisterous wind was too wet and the embers soon died out.

The storm swirled and the wind howled. He was reminded of the time after the Blackwater fiasco, when the gang had been stuck in a storm at Colter. It seemed like a lifetime ago now. He had shared his first kiss with Arthur not long after that, just before the gang had moved from Horseshoe Overlook to Clemens Point. He remembered that night, when they’d camped under the stars in Big Valley, how Charles had felt so comfortable with Arthur in a way he’d never felt with anyone else. He’d never foreseen this future for himself, falling for a man, a white man, a murderer and outlaw… but Charles knew he couldn't question the way the world turns. All he knew was that he cared for Arthur in a way that set his heart on ablaze like nothing before.

Rains Fall had looked him deeply in the eyes that night when Arthur returned to Beaver Hollow and said, “go to him.” Charles had opened his mouth to protest but Rains Fall shook his head steadfastly, He had wore a sorrowful smile but the look in his eyes was as resolute as ever. “I have lost too many people I love, Mr Smith. You have too.” He lay his hand gently on Charles’s shoulder. “Mr Morgan can be saved. He needs you more than we do, now go.”

So Charles had rode into the night, the sky had gone from deepest navy to a blanket of obsidian above him. No stars shone. Charles rode desperately to Arthur, each beat of his heart was Arthur’s name as he flattened his body to Taima’s and urged her faster and faster, please, girl. Please just this once, please.

He had found Arthur unconscious on that mountain and he vowed that he'd never leave him again. Now he’d broken that vow.

As the snow came down harder and faster than ever, Charles paced the cave, flooded with images of Arthur alone in the cabin and endless “what ifs?” Eventually the night rolled in, the moon reflecting off of the snow as if it were the ocean and Charles knew he he could do nothing but wait.

Two days passed. Charles managed to start a fire and kept himself and Taima warm. It was a comfort to have her there, she'd been through a lot with him and turned out to be the most loyal of everyone in the end. On the third morning, the snow had all but stopped and it was so serene on the mountain now, as if the storm had never happened. Charles mounted up and urged Taima back to the cabin, fearing the worst with every beat of his heart.

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It was dark by the time Charles burst through the door of the cabin, Arthur was already on his feet. Neither said anything as they embraced, Charles holding Arthur so tight to his chest, tighter than he should be he didn’t care. Needed to feel the warmth of the other man, to feel his breath on his neck as they stood like that while time seemed to stand still and all that could be heard was the crackling from the fire. He wouldn’t let Arthur go ever again.

And then they were kissing. Kissing without care nor hesitation nor complexity. Just two people so fiercely in love.

“I’ve missed you,” Charles breathed, kissing Arthur so hard it almost knocked the air from his lungs. “I love you,” came Arthur’s reply, his lips soft and warm against Charles’s cold ones.

He’d missed Arthur desperately, that feeling that he might not see him again, just like the night he went to the mountain had flooded him Every doubt he’d ever had, every time he had wondered if he had made the right decision was erased.

He kissed Arthur hard, bruisingly so. Arthur sighed into the kiss, lacing his arms around Charles’s neck and pressing their bodies together.

Charles had never loved anyone like this, never felt the branches grow, felt it take root in him until it was at his very centre. All consuming. The reason he woke up in the morning and the reason he didn't just give up when things looked bleak. The reason the sunsets looked beautiful and the reason why food tasted good.

Charles didn't know which one of them had started to the bed or maybe it was both but suddenly, he was lying Arthur down and Arthur was kissing his neck and unbuttoning his shirt.

Charles hesitated, “Arthur… Are you sure?” He asked gently.

They’d only done this a handful of times, Arthur inexperienced and shy about his body, Charles not wanting to press the issue because of Arthur’s inexperience but also because Arthur was still frail. But he’d make love to Arthur every day if he could just to see the way the older man’s eyes seemed to shine when he lay beneath Charles and how his face lost all tension when it was enraptured by bliss.

Since Arthur got sick, they hadn’t been able to be intimate. Arthur’s health was more important. And then they were moving from place to place, Charles paranoid that someone had recognised them from their bounty posters even though he would slip out at night sometimes while Arthur slept and tear them down, burning them in the fire.

This was the first time in months that they were truly alone. Arthur leaned up to kiss Charles’s lips, before pulling away, their eyes meeting in a rich gaze, “it’s ok… I want to do this.” he told him

Charles brushed Arthur’s hair from his face, the love he felt overpowering him, hands working away at Arthur’s shirt and union suit until he was bare. Charles kissed his lover’s pale, flushed skin, ran his lips tenderly over the gunshot wound at his shoulder, let his tongue flick teasingly around Arthur's nipples and softly nibble at his stomach, delighting in how Arthur quaked beneath him and gasped.

Arthur’s hands reached for Charles, too, slipping his shirt off of him, fingers working at buttons and fastenings until Charles was freed of his clothes. Arthur continued, caressing the wide expanse of Charles’s back, down his flank and kneading his ass. Charles chuckled softly. “I want you,” Arthur whispered. “You’re sure?” “Y-yeah.”

Charles rolled them both over so that Arthur was now astride him. His feet remained planted on the floor, his hips supported by the bed, Arthur straddled him. Both were panting and flushed, both achingly hard.

Arthur looked away hesitantly, arms moving up instinctively to cover himself but Charles held his wrists gently, “I want to see you, all of you.” Still not meeting Charles’s gaze, Arthur positioned himself over Charles’s length and, not able to wait any longer, after quickly slicking it with hair pomade (that tore a shiver down Charles’s spine but he managed to stop himself from bucking up into Arthur), he sunk down, swallowing Charles inch by inch.

Both of them gasped and moaned softly. Arthur’s dazzling eyes closed now as he adjusted to the length buried deep inside him to the hilt..

Arthur moved, he groaned as he did so. Charles filled him, felt so big inside. He reached down, steading himself by placing his palms on Charles's broad chest and then began to find a pace that he could enjoy. Charles watched with adoration as Arthur rode him, slow and sensual at first. He saw the flush deepening, saw his brow furrow as he found a rhythm, Charles placed his hands on Arthur’s hips to steady him Charles reached up to caress Arthur torso, his hips, the swell of his ass. The older outlaw’s weight bared down on him, engulfing him. Everything from the past few days, the past awful months felt like white noise. All Charles could focus on was his hard cock inside Arthur, his breathing, Arthur’s moans, their bodies rubbing against each other's, the feel of Arthur’s erection on his stomach as he slid in and out out of him, him becoming part of Arthur and Arthur becoming part of him.

It didn’t take long for Arthur's moans to grow louder and for him to bring himself down harder, passage squeezing Charles, making Charles growl in response. Arthur’s eyes rolled back and his body stiffened, he juddered almost collapsing if Charles hadn’t been holding him. He came without touching himself the first time. Charles saw the ecstasy clouding Arthur’s vision and as he barely came down from his first orgasm, he began to chase a second, raising his hips, grinding down on Charles with a force that Charles hadn't been certain Arthur wasn't capable of. Arthur huffed and cursed, he chanted Charles's name between low, careless moans. Charles groaned, doing his best not to spill himself in Arthur just yet and fill him up as much as would love to, Arthur’s heat was hypnotising but so was the way he moved, so was the way he looked above him, fawn coloured hair framing his handsome face, biting down on his lip, unable to hide how good this made him feel, how much he loved this,

Charles’s cock wrung orgasm after orgasm out of Arthur until he was left breathless and exhausted and finally collapsed into Charles’s arms. Charles thrust up into Arthur now, shivering and chest rumbling as he came, foreheads pressed together, breath hot on his face, Arthur’s lips trailing lazy kisses over his skin until they both stilled and lay in each others arms.

They lay like that until it began to grow light again outside and Charles could hear birdsong. "I love you," Charles murmured. Arthur slipped his hand in Charles's and whispered it back before he began to snore softly.

[justinalovee]

Now we live

Previous chapter

Chapter: 0.07

Nova stood watching as Kane tried to blend his people with her own. It was a disaster waiting to happen. She was surprised her commander had agreed to it.

“Monin.” Kane said cheerily. “I thought we'd start with a reception then move on to training. We have a lot to learn from each other. Weapons there, please. Only Ark guards are here.” Indra along with other grounders threw their weapons into a box. “Thank you for agreeing to this, Indra.”

Indra looked him up and down, before replying with a snarky comment. “We're here on the commander's orders. I agreed to nothing.”

The council meeting room quickly became full of grounders. Kane looked uncomfortable as he spoke to Jaha in a low voice. Nova tried not to smirk as she heard Octavia telling a guard to stick his tongue up his ass. She sighed listening to Kane deliver a speech about their common enemy, the mountain men.

Nova’s eyes landed on Murphy as one of the other grounders started to square up to him. She bit down on her bottom lip as she decided what to do. With eyes on them Murphy had suggested they kept a low profile with the aftermath of Finn’s death still being raw, and a part of that was not jumping in to defend each other unless it was necessary. Nova did as Lexa said and stayed away from the ceremony, but now Nova wasn’t sure if she could go back as whispers about her involvement had started to spread. Thankfully it hadn’t reached the ears of the sky clan yet.

Murphy glared at the person in front of him, “you got a problem?”

“Yu stood der watching while Ai village was massacred.” ‘You stood there watching while my village was massacred.’

Nova couldn’t hold her tongue. “Penn hod op. Yu get in em wasn’t em.” ‘Penn stop. You know it wasn’t him.’

Murphy shrugged, “sorry man. I don’t speak grounder.

Penn stepped even closer to Murphy, causing him to push the grounder back. Kane stormed over to them. “Mr. Murphy, apologize to that man.”

“For what?” Murphy asked. “He started it!”

Kane shook his head. “Two days' work detail.”

“Work detail? I just told you I didn't do it-” Murphy challenged him.

“Care to make it three?”

Penn glared at Murphy, “you can burn just like your friend.” Murphy clenched his fist but ignored the comment. He was trying his best not to take the bait.

Penn smirked, “Hei nova? ha does Ai feel bilaik a skaikru slut nau? everybody get in Yu turned bilaik bakon ona bilaik gada in kru gon Disha. cockroach. Ai wonder chit bilaik sister would fig raun taim she could-”

Penn was cut off by Murphy punching him in the face. As a riot broke out between sky people and grounders, Murphy ignored Kane who was yelling at him, and grabbed Nova’s hand and dragged her out of the room with him.

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Murphy closed the door behind him and spun to face Nova. Who looked bewildered by what just happened. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, “I’m fine.” Her fingers trailed over the bruise appearing on his knuckles. “I can’t believe you punched Penn in the face.”

“He had it coming,” Murphy’s eyes were glued on Nova’s fingers. He wasn’t used to somebody worrying about him, she gently pressed a kiss to the back of his hand before rubbing her thumb over his swollen skin. “What did he do to you anyway?”

‘Hey Nova? How does It feel to be a Skaikru slut now? Everybody knows you turned your back on your own people for this...cockroach. I wonder what your sister would think if she could-‘

Nova shrugged, pretending the comment didn’t hurt her. “Nothing important, just that I’m a slut, a traitor, and he was starting to talk about my sister when you punched him.”

Murphy gritted his teeth. He would have done more than punch Penn in the face if he had known what he was saying. “How do you say I’m sorry in grounder?”

Nova chuckled. “I’m fiya, why? Are you thinking of apologising for causing a riot?”

Smiling Murphy shook his head. “Hell no. I just wanted to say...I’m fiya Nova.” He brushed a loose strand of hair behind ear, “you could have gotten hurt in there.”

She closed her eyes. “I’ve been through much worse, and so have you.”

Murphy gulped down, his eyes had trailed from her fingers to her pink lips. His feelings towards the grounder confused him. From the moment he let her escape the drop-ship something changed. He had never put his neck on the line for anyone before, let alone a stranger. The grounder girl who helped him live quickly became his only friend. But now? Murphy wasn’t sure if friendship was the only thing he wanted.

Nova opened her eyes to see Murphy gazing down at her. The look made her stomach tighten, her lips parted slightly as he leaned towards her.

The door to the room swung open, as Clay, a young grounder stood sheepishly rubbing his neck. “Kane en indra are lufa au Yu both. Ai heard chit happened fou, Skai boy punched penn gon defend Yu?” ‘Kane and Indra are looking for you both. I heard what happened before, Sky boy punched penn to defend you? Causing a massive fight to break out? ’

A wide smile spread across Nova’s face as she nodded, “he don dula.”

Murphy frowned as the grounder raised his eyebrows and left, “what was that about it?”

“He was asking if it was true if you punched Penn, and caused riot.” She laughed, “Kane and Indra are looking for us.”

Great, just great.

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“Good, Fio. Who's next?”

“I am.” Octavia stepped forward, “We're supposed to train together right?”

A few grounders tutted as the sky girl argued with Indra that she should train with them. Kane stood beside Nova who was leaning against the wall. “Aren’t you going to train?”

She shook her head, “I’ve never been much of a fighter.”

“What is your skill?” He asked curiously. Kane wasn’t dumb, every grounder he had came across had a specialsed skill.

“Archer...” memories of the promise she made to Treyton came flooding back. “Let gyon au kom foutaim.” Kane raised his eyebrow at the grounders mumble. Nova cleared her throat, “We should all try our best to let go of the past. I can teach your people how to use a bow and arrow if they are interested. And Indra says it’s okay.”

He smiled, “thank you.”

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“I take it you don't approve.” Murphy did his best to Ignore Jaha. “I asked you a question.”

Murphy stopped mopping and turned to face Jaha. “Who cares what I think.”

“I do. That’s why I asked.” Jaha looked back at his people and grounders training together. “So what do you think?”

“I think the grounders can go to hell.” The moments the words passed his lips he regretted saying them. Murphy didn’t hate all grounders, he was pissed at them getting special treatment. “Most of them anyway.”

The chancellor waited until the hallway was clear before following John further into the camp. “I got you off work detail.” He watched as the teenager screwed his face up. “You knew my son and I'd like you to take me to his grave. Now that there's a truce, it's safe for me to go see the body.”

“Then get somebody else to take you,” Murphy spat.

“I'm told the graves are unmarked. You can show me which is his.” Jaha offered Murphy a gun, which he accepted. “You can hold a mop, you can hold and gun.”

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Murphy scoffed as he watched Jaha kneeling at Wells grave. He had no sympathy for the man who killed his father. “Are we about done? We got to be heading back.”

Jaha didn’t take his off Well’s grave, “How well did you know him?”

“Well enough to be hung for his murder.” Murphy paused, “Clarke sugarcoated it for you didn't she?”

“What happened to my son?

Murphy sighed, he didn’t want to relive one of the worst days of his life. “Twelve-year-old girl stabbed him in the neck with a knife she took from me”

Jaha shot his head up. “Why would she do that?”

“She couldn't kill you,” he shrugged. “Yeah, so you got a lot of blood on your hands, Chancellor. Every single one of them including your son would still be alive if you hadn't sent us down here.”

Jaha stood up and clasped his hands behind his back. “ If I didn't send you, they would've died on the Ark with the rest of us and we would've never known that Earth was survivable. Their sacrifice is why we are here. Good can come out of even the darkest acts, John.”

Murph groaned as Jaha started to walk the wrong way, “Camp you is that way.”

“We'll rest at the dropship for a while.”

“Suit yourself.”

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Murphy shook his head as Jaha continued to offer him food. “You sure? You must be hungry?”

“No one gives anything without expecting anything in return.”

Jaha looked at him with a blank expression on his face. “That's a cynical way to go through life, John.”

“You pull me off work detail, you offer me food. Why are you being so nice to me.”

The chancellor cleared his throat, as if was getting ready to deliver a speech. “Everyone deserves a second chance. That's why we sent the hundred to the Earth in the first place.”

“What a load of crap. You didn't give a damn about us. You still don't, that's why you're not fighting for those kids in Mount Weather.”

Jaha gave him a disapproving look. “I have to think of everyone. I know you don't want to hear this but sometimes you have to sacrifice the few to save the many. Like I said, good can come out of even the darkest acts.”

Murphy shook his head. The only person who treated him like a human was Nova, she showed him kindness when nobody else did. “Then you can take it from me, I was pardoned, slate wiped clean I'm still treated like dirt.”

“You made mistakes, so have I.”

Murphy glared at him, “I'm nothing like you, Chancellor.”

“No, we both should have died several times over. We both suffered at the hands of the grounders. We both have been betrayed and imprisoned by our own people.”

“So there's no place for us,” Murphy said sarcastically. “Great thought you were supposed to be inspiring.”

“There is a place for all of us. When I first landed on Earth I met a woman who spoke of a place beyond the dead zone, a place where everyone is accepted, a city of light.”

“Sounds like a fairytale.” Murphy continued to listen to Jaha’s rambles about a better life, while trying not to think about what could be happening back at camp.

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Murphy awoke in the drop-ship to the sounds of others talking. What the fuck? He jumped to his feet, “Hey what the hell is this?”

Jaha stepped to the side to reveal a small group of people standing outside. “We're going to the City of Light.”

“You're going now? There's a million ways to die out there.”

“If it's not your time, nothing can kill you. If it is your time it only takes one.” Murphy opened his mouth to reply when Nova came into view. What the hell was she doing here? Jaha smiled at the young man’s expression. “I thought you might want some company Mr. Murphy.”

Nova quickly hugged her friend before turning to face the strange man who had asked her to join them. “Do you even have a map?”

“Nope.”

Murphy wrapped his arm around Nova’s shoulder. “Then how do you know where you're going?”

“I don't, but I won't be moved by fear. You want to stop being treated like a criminal. You gotta stop thinking that's what you are. Take this leap of faith with me, John Murphy and let me show you there is so much more for you than this.”

Jaha started to lead his ‘people’ away. Murphy and Nova watched as the group started to fo further into the forest. “Why did you come?”

“Jaha...your leader said he knows what I’ve done...he apparently knows how to make the pain stop.” She blinked away tears, “I feel so guilty. Every time I see your people...I see his face everywhere I look.”

“So you want to go?”

Nova bit down on her bottom lip. “I-I don’t know. I’m not going anywhere without you, if you stay I stay.”

For the first time in hours a smile pulled at the corners of Murphy’s mouth. He weighed up their options, they could return to camp Jaha and risk others finding out what Nova had done, or take a chance. “What the hell,” he shrugged. “My people hate me, and Lexa has practically banished you. Let’s see what this place has to offer.”

Nova leaned up and kissed him on the check. Murphy locked his own fingers with hers, as they started to catch up with the group searching for the city of lights.

[shhhlikeme]

Love you writing and your sooo pretty like holly crap (god really do be picking favorites) ANYWAYS. Can you do a request with a reader that is super grumpy and clingy in the mornings please. Do it with what ever character you want I dont have a preference. Love you bby😘😘

Nishinoya Yuu x Needy & Grumpy S/O In The Morning 🤣

(slight NSFW)

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A/N: Awwwwww merci cherie, je taime aussi 💛 Whichever characters I want ahhh okieeee I did Noya here and I’ll probably do a part two with Toshi and a fluffy one with Hinata after I finish my reqs! Lmk if you’re feeling it!

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Noya:

At 8am, your bf woke up to a call from his best friend yelling at him to get his ass up

Noya told him to fuck off because his alarm was going to wake him up anyway, and Tanaka said ‘good’ and hung up

begrudgingly, Noya got up in your apartment while you were still asleep and dragged his feet into the attached bathroom to your bedroom to get ready and shower

Once his brain caught up with his actions he raced out of the bathroom to return to the bed just to kiss your sleeping figure on the cheek and lift the covers up a bit like he always does🥺

He took an extra second to stare at your beautiful sleeping face and he just did the sign of the cross and pointed to God because it is only by his grace that you shared a bed with him last night

Nishi turned on the shower in your en suite, leaving the door open because you said you love the way his body wash smells

A few minutes later, you woke up to the scent you love. You didn’t know why, but you were feeling upset and very needy (in more ways than one) this morning for absolutely no reason

All you knew was that you wanted your new bf of 2 weeks to make you feel better like he always does.

Not understanding why he’s up so early when he literally never wakes up before 1, you check your phone to check the date.

No! You smacked your bed sheets in dramatic anguish. Today is the day Nishi promised to meet Tanaka and Ennoshita all day to plan Hisashi’s big surprise birthday party. They were travelling to some beach house 2 hours away to see how it looks. Great.

Good for those man-children, you thought

They can all bite me tbh, you thought

So Ennoshita and Tanaka really think that they can just take your man away from you when you woke up moody for no reason all so they can get him to help them do something that’s completely fair? HOW DARE THEY!

They better think again!!!

Because you needed your man today, period

Noya was your boyfriend and you could swear Tanaka thought he was his sometimes

Well not really but that’s what the grumpy side of your mind told you this morning

You hear the pipe turn off and you hear your boyfriend get out of the shower and move around, doing God knows what in there but whatever it is he’s taking too long 😠

Sitting up on your butt in the darkness you looked around the dark room and then crossed your arms like a baby.

You yelled your boyfriends name.

Noya stumbled out the open bathroom door with his toothbrush and foam still in his mouth and his hair down.

“Ya, babe?”

He only had a towel wrapped around his wet torso and you liked it.

you glared at him for no reason.

“I don’t want you to go anywhere today.” You sneered.

He smirked because you looked so freaking cute. “Love, I told you already that I promised the guys that I would—“

“Let’s have sex instead, Noya. All day.” You stated: matter of fact.

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows raised so high they disappeared under his bangs. You’d only made love a handful of times and every time he wanted to go again you were dead asleep then one of you had to go, so hearing you say this was a lot for him to handle where ‘holding himself back’ was concerned.

Noya went back inside the bathroom and quickly finished brushing his teeth so you couldn’t see him from where you sat on the bed. In between spit and rinse he called out to you, “Don’t do this to me, Y/N. You’re not being fair saying something like that since you know the guys will kill me.”

Noya had already mentally fought down his morning wood today and the idea of having sex with you all day instead of being with his friends was like, all he ever wanted to do forever. Not that he didn’t love his friends—actually, he adored them and frankly spoiled them with his attention.... but the feeling of being inside your tight, wet, gripping walls????? There was no debate about it: it was the best feeling in the world.

Just then and as if he had implanted a microchip in his brain, Noya’s phone lit up with a second FaceTime call from his best friend Ryu. Noya dried his hand and swiped left to answer.

He immediately put his index finger to his lips as to say ‘be quiet’ because you were outside this bathroom.

Noya turned down the volume to a level only he could hear anyway, knowing how loud his friend was.

On the screen was Ryu and Ennoshita in the apartment the 3 boys shared. Ryu obviously propped the phone up on the wall so that Noya could see the two boys also brushing their teeth in their his & his bathroom.

As expected, Ryu yelled but it came out quietly through Yuu’s low volume, “NOYA, DO NOT LET Y/N SEDUCE YOU INTO STAYING. ONE HOT BABE IS NOT MORE IMPORTANT THAN OUR BOY FROM HIGH SCHOOL, MAN. AND I KNOW THAT BI—I MEAN THAT CHICK WILL TRY IT.”

Ennoshita was calm as usual, standing beside Tanaka. He asked him to rinse before he got toothpaste everywhere. “YN is pretty important too, Tanaka. That’s Noya’s new and first girlfriend, remember?” Ennoshita rolled his eyes as Tanaka spun in the air in exasperation.

“ENNOSHITA WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON DUUUDE ?!” Tanaka looked back at the camera. “Tell him, Noya. Tell him cause he wasn’t there. He didn’t see that night when Y/N walked in the bar and had all the guys buying her drinks. She just asked Noya once if he knew where the bathroom was and 💥 BAM. Noya was following her around like a sick puppy.”

Noya deadpanned. “That’s not true—“

it was totally true

“YOU CAN SAY ITS NOT TRUE ALL YOU WANT NOYA BUT THE TRUTH STILL REMAINS: HOT GIRLS ARE SIMULATIONALOUSLY THE MOST POWERFUL AND EVIL CREATURES IN THE WORLD.”

Ennoshita looked at him like wtf.... “Simulationalously?” Chikara rolled his eyes again. “You mean simultaneously.”

“WHATEVER, ‘DAD!’ YOU WIN THE SPELLING BEE TODAY ?!”

Noya opened his mouth to finally say something, but before he could he heard you call him from the bed.

“Oh Noyaaaa.....?”

Nishinoya heard your lovely voice coo him sexily, knowing he would clue in on your sexual innuendo.

“Crap. SEE ENNOSHITA?! SHE’S STARTING! NOYA — DO NOT GO! NO SEDUCTION ZONE, BRO!”

“Noyaaaaa baby?”

You cooed again, this time more playfully seductive.

Noya followed the sweet sound of your voice like he was in a trance, going to the edge of the door only as a precaution so that he could hear you better but not see you.

“Y-yes babe?” He asked shakily.

“I need your help with something baby....mmmm.” 🥺

With his phone still in his hand, Noya shut his eyes. His chest moved up and down noticeably as his breathing increased.

“Well damn.” Ennoshita finally looked at the camera now with wide eyes. “Is that Y/N? She even sounds hot.”

Noya opened one eye and nodded at his father-like friend.

Tanaka whined, “She’s hot as fuck, to be honest. Which is why she’s so powerful. Hey, give me your phone I’ll show you her Instagram.” Explained Tanaka. Ennoshita did and Tanaka pulled it up in a second, handing the phone back to his roommate.

After a second of scrolling Noya heard an, “Oh my God...” as Chikara ran a hand through his hair.

Tanaka nodded. “Yep! And that is exactly why we need to get our boy out of there safely before she engulfs him and turns him into her own personal robot! Before she realizes that she has him wrapped around her pretty little finger!” Tanaka pointed to Noya through the camera. “We have a party to plan, NOYA! I made an appointment with the venue and everything!”

Noya straightened his shoulders, agreeing completely with what his best friend was warning him of. “Right.” He finally whispered, determined now. “I double pinky swore that I’d be there.” Nishi nodded.

“Right! Exactly! That’s my Noya, my best buddy!”

“Noyaaaa.....I really need your help....”

Your slight moan that followed your call made Noya bite the knuckle of his index finger immediately to keep himself from running over to you because of how alluring your voice was.

On the phone, Tanaka spoke up: “Don’t go out there, man......”

Noya thought of something scary. “But Tanaka, my clothes are out there!”

Tanaka shook his head. “Who cares??! I’ll buy you new clothes. Just go downstairs and we will pick you up. Don’t look back just run. Just run—“

The three boys were silenced when they heard a loud moan coming from the bed. It was your moan that you raised your voice for, in hopes of that reaction precisely.

Noya couldn’t help himself anymore, he slowly peaked out from behind the bathroom door to see what you were doing.

And what you were doing should be downright illegal, as far as Noya or Tanaka were concerned.

What Noya saw was you laying on your bed, the sheets only up to your hip bones. You were only wearing a purple bra that had the straps falling off your gorgeous shoulders. Your eyes were closed as you were biting your lower lip. As much as Noya wanted to keep staring at your to-die-for rack and beautiful face, Noya’s eyes were glued to a movement however, which was you moving your hand in a steady rhythm under the sheets. Your hand was between your legs of course and you had a look of ecstasy on your face. Even though your lower half was completely covered by the sheets, it didn’t take a genius to know what you were doing.

The now-older second years on FaceTime couldn’t see anything from where Nishi held his phone but they sure could guess what was happening in that room from the look on Noya’s face!

“Mmmmmm.....yes.....”

After a minute of peeping, when Noya looked back at his phone screen all he could see was a closeup of Tanaka and Ennoshita’s ears because they clearly were desperate to hear more of his girlfriend’s antics. Your bf turned back to look at you when your voice mounted again.

“Oh Noya, I want it harder, baby, harder...”

Noya couldn’t feel his limbs. You made him so horny he was numb.

“This feels almost as good as the real thing, baby, but it’s not nearly enough......”

Noya screamed internally, feeling like he was at a crossroads. A crossroad where one side’s sign said ‘FRIENDS’ and the other sign said ‘REALLY? WE’RE PRETENDING YOU AINT COMIN’ THIS WAY? 😑’

As Noya stood at the metaphorical crossroads, you kept it up.

“Yes, Noya, I want the real thing.... I want it over and over again today.....As long as it’s the real—“

You broke your speech to moan.

“—As long as it’s the real thing, Noya. I want the real thing..... Mmmmmm Senpai—“

“Fuck!” Shouted Tanaka on Facetime as he slammed his fist on the counter in anger. “She fucking got him!”

Noya looked down at his phone and he could see his best friend cradling his head in his hands in defeat. Tanaka looked at Noya once and he knew it was game over. Ryu shook his head. “Just go, Noya. The hot chicks of the world win again for today. I’ll uh....I can reschedule our venue appointment.”

Noya started involuntarily bouncing as he looked at his friend from inside the bathroom. “A-are you guys s-su-sure bec-because I-I think I can st-still run out and—“

Getting irritated, you shouted at your boyfriend. Not knowing that your mad voice was a turn on for him too.

“Noya-senpai, If you come now I’ll do that thing you like with my tong—“

“COMINGG!!!!” Noya yelled as he tossed his towel and phone to the opposite end of the bathroom in a hurry. Take a guess where he went.

With the towel now over their vision, Tanaka and Ennoshita looked to and from eachother in awe.

“Soooooo.....does Y/N have any friends that look like her or..?”

Tanaka flicked his roommate on the head. “Shut up. Come on, you’re buying me breakfast.”

Ennoshita grimaced. “Why me?!”

“Because I’m really upset, Chikara. Duh! And you’re practically mine and Noya’s father!”

Ennoshita rolled his eyes for what felt like the 20th time that morning. “Alright.” He sighed, before hanging up the FaceTime call.