#ask her

[shardminds]

trapped (under the lights)

pairing: rhysand x gwyneth berdara rating: m (for mmmmok!) wc: 1000 & some change primary tag: trapped in elevator

read on ao3 ♠

“I’m sorry about this.”

“Hey, it’s not like you can control it.”

“In an ideal world—”

At that blessed moment, after five minutes of decidedly not taking the stairs, the fated elevator announces itself, mirrored metal doors making their best effort of shuddering open only halfway. With a huff of frustration, Rhys shoves it the final few inches. His forearms flex with the effort of it all—corded muscle straining under rolled up sleeves, teasing the edges of tattoos—and, if Gwyn hadn’t already clocked the security cameras honed on the elevator doors, she'd have jumped him by now. 

He steps to one side, smears of grease on the same palm he’d shoved the door wide with, and smiles. “After you.” 

He does this—dishes out these smiles like it simply is just a smile, like it’s nothing more than a friendly curl to the corner of his mouth and not something secret, sinister, begging to be teased and dragged out of him. He’d done it in the bar, in the Uber back to his apartment, and on the walk past his security guy (because he lived in a building that could afford a security guy, apparently). A small thing—tiny, really—but what it hid had forced her hand. Seeing the flash of his teeth between kisses.

Barely able to contain herself against the sudden need to wrap her legs around his waist, Gwyn takes a second to smooth down the skirt of her dress, against brittle sequins that spoke harsh against the palms of her sweaty hands. The dress—affectionately given the title of The Dress Capital T Capital D by her friends—barely moves an inch, still sitting a solid eight above the back of her knees. Regardless, she returns his borderline smirk with a smile of her own and steps in before him, knowing the view it affords.

She never should have got that tattoo. 

“I didn’t know you were a Gemini.” He muses, and, sure enough, when she goes to meet his eyes in the mirrored wall, they’re fixed somewhere south of her ass. Men are so easy.

“Aquarius, actually,” Her lips are suddenly dry, praying for the lipbalm she's left on the bathroom counter back home along with a few other things she should’ve thought to put in her purse. A toothbrush, condoms. “January 25th.”

“Hm,” Rhysand meets her eyes then, through the reflection of them both. He takes a step closer and even though there's still inches between them, the heat of him radiates through her spine, both up and down. To make her head spin, to make her stomach drop. There’s no hiding from it now. “Scorpio.”

“I’m a twin.” Is all she can say about Catrin without completely killing the mood. He doesn’t need to know the rest. 

The distance, evidently, is too much. Leagues between how far she is and how close she wants him. So when he places a palm to her belly—almost the span of her waist—and pulls her backwards, it’s without resistance. Each touch is a calculation, a formula played out in little infinities, and with practiced moves he lets his hand press there—above the want roiling in her stomach. 

“I want to fuck you,” He says, burying his face into the crook of her neck and the shiver that rocks through her could be from his words, his touch, or the fact that—despite it all—she’s entirely okay with that. “Since the moment I first saw you, I wanted to know what you feel like, what you sound like calling my name.”

There’s a momentary shift in the air, a split second before a spark. He buries his face in her neck and inhales.

There's a moan pressed between her rib and his palm, begging to get out, screaming almost. It’s clear he’s gonna be a good lay—there’s something in the way he carries himself. That self assured glint in his eye, the arch in his brow from across the room. The soft pressure of his tongue in that first kiss. God, her heart’s so far up her throat, she’s almost chewing on it.  “What happened to let's get coffee back at my place?”

That laugh could bring down mountains. Or maybe just hers. “If you just wanted coffee, you wouldn't have come.”

Oh, she wants to come, alright.

“That depends,” If she sounds breathless, that’s because she is. Sea salt and night sky intoxicating as she tries for a breath that doesn’t end in a gasp at the pressure on her gut. But this is a fun game, and it always takes two to play. Or more. Gwyn arches her back just a touch using the shift in angle to press back against him. Where she can feel him. “I take mine with cream.”

A laugh, or maybe a snarl. The grip on her waist tightens, five perfect points of too tight, near painful for a less than a second.

And then the world shudders to a pitch dark halt.

Maybe not the world. Maybe just the elevator. A whispered fuck is the only response she needs to guess why.

“Is this—” Our stop? Your floor? The end?

“Unfortunately not,” Rhysand groans as he tears his face away, visibly reluctant to do so. But he does, along with the rest of him, leaving only his hand at her waist, an afterthought. That, at least, she is thankful for. His palm and the red security light are the only proof that her life is in fact one big joke and this is not just some obscure dream she'll tell Nesta and Emerie about tomorrow over breakfast. “It’s been having some trouble in recent weeks. It’s only happened to me a couple of times but I’ve called and called and they’d said it was— sorry, you don’t need to hear all this.” 

“We’re stuck.” Not a question, but he answers regardless.

“Until Michael downstairs checks the alarm, yes.” He steps away completely and the absence of his warmth sends shivers to everywhere he was. As if somehow it could shake off the feel of him in the red tinged dark. “It shoots the whole system. Lights, cameras, audio. The whole thing.”

A spark of an idea lodges in her mind. Unfortunately, her mind also just happens to be dripping with so many other filthy things, not yet recovered from his hands all over her body, his whiskey kiss all over her mouth. Or whatever that means. She’s horny. They’re trapped for an undetermined amount of time. She doesn’t need to join the dots—her permission slip already came back signed.

“We’re stuck,” Still not a question. “With no cameras.”

God, she hopes he gets it. If she has to shove his hand up her skirt, then she will, but it would be so much nicer to see just—

Rhysand whips his head back around, eyes cast in red like the rest of him. For a moment, there’s confusion, a furrow to his brow that could have been mistaken for an errant shadow and, quite frankly, she’s surprised it’s taking him this long to figure it out, but then comes the edge of mischief. And then there’s that smile.

The intrusion into her space is a welcome one, and Gwyn's back hits the elevator wall with a soft clatter — sequins on steel. She flinches the second his hand cups her face, but smiles all the same. He’s a predator, cast in red and black and shadows too dark to squint through. She wants him.

“You’re naughty,” It curls off his tongue, thick honey dropped directly into her mouth, and then “This is going to be fun.”

[anawkwardlady]

She watched all the previous games and that was probably her POV during episode 2

[burnwithelmo]

It’s one of my oc’s bday today, feel free to ask her stuff! (Or ask me stuff about her)

[thestarsearcher]

MARCIE MY BELOVED..

[jakeyt]

Drunk tumbling

I apologize

I get h word for Jake when I drink

[chesboard]

ask jaiden HATSUNE MIKU IS REAL

[elizabethsway]

My friend has been chatting with this guy for a while and she was hoping he would ask her out so she didn't have to and potentially make him feel cornered into asking her. I just dropped this to her.

Sing with me now

Sha-la-la-la-la-la

My oh my

Look like the boy too shy

Ain't gonna [ask] the girl

Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Ain't that sad?

Ain't it a shame?

Too bad, he gonna miss the girl

Come on man, she's looking for a partner, not a PenPal.

[puppppppppy]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[bethfuller]

limited perception.

find me on instagram!

[muffinlance]

My baby daughter got her adorable puffin-print dress absolutely CAKED in mud crawling around the yard and my first thought was "oh no her beautiful dress"

And my second thought was "oh huh it really WOULD be easy to unconsciously steer her away from playing in the dirt. Unlike my son, whose outfits are usually some kind of solid dark easily washed pants plus a shirt that doesn't trail in the dirt like a dress does."

Anyway something something gender roles start getting shoved on kids from literal birth, but with a little time to think about things, YOU TOO can let your children of any gender absolutely destroy their clothes in the dirt pit they're digging in your garden

[batfamfixation]

I've said it before, but it would make more sense to ask literally anyone else on the team to kill someone. Sokka grew up preparing to fight in the war, Katara would absolutely ice shank a bitch if necessary, and Toph is Toph. Same with Suki and Zuko. None of them would be so resistant to killing if necessary

Aang: i can't just go around killing people i don't like!

Toph, who locked two men in a metal box to starve a few months ago:

[disableddyke]

[valtsv]

being someone who's passionate about their interests when you're a horror fan really is a special layer of hell because every interaction you have with another person where the conversation turns to your hobbies and personal entertainments is a trial where if you show too much unrepentant glee at getting an opportunity to talk about your preferred subject you get to watch them mentally move you onto their list of untrustworthy individuals to avoid in the future in real time

[pangur-and-grim]

one thing that took me embarrassingly long to learn is "sometimes when people say things, they will not be true."

I used to tell people about this revelation and they'd be like yeah.....duh.....but like, why wouldn't my base assumption be that you're communicating to me in a straightforward manner. anyway, I get scammed a lot.

[noka-exe]

doomed family

[spooksier]

Can you show us more oil. Please

here's her showing off her power star

and here's her launching a psychic attack