#el's 300 follower celebration

[lostinforestbound]

It's here after many weeks, the 10k one-shot to celebrate 200 followers, but I suppose it's also to celebrate 300 followers as well! I meant for 300 to be a different celebration but that's okay! I'm sure I'll make something else for the next milestone!

Requested Tags: @dutifullylazybread @heytheresunflower @barbwillbrb

Rolan/GN!Tav

I Shouldn't Love You Like You Are Mine

Rolan has too much to do with so little time. Becoming the new Master of Ramazith's tower is proving more complicated than the wizard have ever thought. On top of it all, he has a deep infatuation with Tav, the hero who saved him and his family many times. He knows he has no chance with them, so he has settled on hopelessly pining and dreaming. One day, Tav rushes into the shop in a panic, and he could have never in his wildest fantasies expect what they request of him.

Word Count: 10k (Don't like Tumblr? Read on AO3 instead!)

Relevant Tags: Rolan's POV, Makeout Diversion, Smut, Lorroakan Bashing

Beta Reader: @el-tur-el (Thank you so much for your help T!!!)

NSFW under cut, Minors DNI

The air is stale, the scent of electricity still strong in the space that surrounds him, the taste of blood on his tongue from when his sharp teeth gashed the inside of his mouth. He's sore, bruised, burned, somewhat electrocuted by the way some of his muscles spasm still, but he's alive. Tav is long gone with their companions, and all that is left is him and a dead man.

When staring down at the body of his spine-broken master, Rolan is not sure of how he's supposed to feel. At first, he felt a genuine joy that he had not felt in many years. The adrenaline was still high at the time, and he proudly remarked that he would turn the tower inside out to find its secrets and share them with the world. He always has been ambitious, that is what got him this far, after all. Tav seems happy for him, and he ignores how it made his heart pound even more.

As he stands alone in the room, he questions whether he's supposed to feel something now that the joy has faded within the span of minutes. Some kind of liberation? Or perhaps his emotions are fighting each other in his psyche, making him feel everything and nothing all at once. The man who tortured him, who beat him like he was a misbehaving dog he didn't even want, who refused to teach him anything about wielding the weave, lays dead by his feet. He can't help but think that he looks pathetic now, face twisted in permanent fear even after death.

He spits on his face as a final 'fuck you'. He hopes he rots in the deepest pits of the hells that he was once dragged to.

Running his stiff hands down his face, he tries to think of what to do first. He has to get rid of this body, it can't stay here lying around. It will decay and stink more than Lorroakan already has. Grabbing a fistful of the dead man's hair, he drags his body towards the balcony. He could throw his body over the railing, it would be insult to injury, but no. He will do something much worse.

He digs into the stray backpack at the edge of the railing and takes out a disintegration scroll, one that he knew Lorroakan hid out here as a backup plan in case a fight doesn't go his way. Without thinking too much on it, he casts the spell on the body, and Lorroakan disappears into ash.

His former teacher was now erased, made into nothing, and no one will remember or miss him. A fate worse than death, in Rolan's opinion.

Almost numbly, he heads back inside the main room and tries to find cleaning supplies. There's so much blood on the floor, and it did not help he made a trail while dragging the body. He wishes Tav was still here so he could demand they clean their mess up, where he wouldn't notice his tail flicking back and forth in irritation. Would they bother listening to him? Maybe not, but at least they would be there, just a little longer. Just enough time for him to pine once more.

Lia is right, he's a very selfish creature.

A couple of mage hands bring a bucket of water and an unused mop over. He is taken aback, as he thought they would have disappeared in Lorroakan's absence. Although, these could have been Ramazith's, wherever that wizard is now. It doesn't matter, either way. They're his now.

He dunks the mop into the water and starts swiping across the floor, noticing how as he cleans, the white cloth of the strands turn red. There's so much godsdamned blood, it will take him forever to clear the mess. There's a lot of blood on him, too. Specks and splatters of blood paint his hands crimson, long dried onto his red skin. His mentor's blood. Lorroakan's blood.

He helped murder a man, today. He killed someone. His blood is on his hands as much as it may be on the Nightsong's. Or Tav's.

An unsuspected shudder runs through his body, and he feels sick. He chalks it up to his adrenaline rush going down too quickly, ignoring the feeling as he swipes the mop across the floor.

The hairs on his neck stand on end as he feels the crackle of the weave, warning him someone is coming through the portal. Part of him hopes it would be Tav; he wants to talk to them again. Maybe they can help him with the cleanup, laughing about how they left him here without realizing it. He would stumble over his words like a fool, trying to be impressive in his pathetic state.

It's not Tav that arrives though, he recognizes Lia's quick footsteps anywhere. She's always been the fastest between him and Cal; they both could never beat her in a race, but he swears he lets her win.

"Rolan!" She shouts, quickly coming up to him along with Cal, whose heavier footsteps are right behind hers. "Finally! You kept talking up this tower and now we get to see it-"

"Wait, is that blood?" Cal immediately interrupts, face falling.

He must look horrendous, Rolan realizes. He got so busy cleaning the floor that he didn't even bother washing up first. Based on when he looked at himself that morning, the bruises should still be very prominent. Shit.

Lia bristles when she cups his face, looking at his injuries. "What is this?"

The silence that falls between them is telling. He knows she figured it out a long time ago, but she wants to hear him say it. "I'm fine, Lia. He was a horrible mentor, but it's not my blood on the ground."

"Tav told us they helped you kick his ass." Cal comments, trying to lighten their moods, "Looks like you did just that if this blood isn't yours."

"You should've killed him earlier, idiot!" She spits.

"I know, I know." He mutters, trying to speak even as Lia turns his face around to see the damage. "It's good to see you two."

"We missed you, brother," Cal says, gently moving Lia away and hugging him. "Please don't do that again. It was hard, without you."

Rolan lets out a sigh he didn't know he was holding, hugging Cal tightly. Lia joins in quickly after. When was the last time they held each other like this? He doesn't remember.

It feels nice.

While it doesn't last long, it is more than satisfactory for him. They help him with the clean up, Lia helping with the blood while Cal sweeps the floor with a broom. They take on more workload than Rolan wants, but he can't argue with them when they practically plead for him to rest. To be honest, he's unbelievably sore, and maybe sitting down for a bit wouldn't hurt.

It only takes his body a few minutes until it's antsy again, so he joins them quickly after.

And then he never stops moving.

He cleans, reorganizes, and keeps walking despite his beaten body screaming at him to stop. He can't stop, because if he does, he knows he will not want to get back up. He'll crash, and he can't afford that.

At the end of it all, he enters Lorroakan's room without thinking and is frozen in place. He's been in here before, but never for good reasons, only beatings. Is this not his room now that the original master is gone? But it reeks of his old mentors stench. He scrunches his nose as he looks at all the personalized decorations. They're hideous, all of the colors too bright to stare at, and most not matching with each other in terms of palette. There's not even a real theme and it makes him irate.

He remembers being beaten on this very floor for messing up a verbal component.

Enraged, he marches up to the bed and tears off the sheets, making a point to dig his claws into them so they would rip. The pillows are next, tossing them across the room and onto the floor. He'll need to replace every damn thing if he wants to use this bed. To use this room.

Unwanted memories start to flood into his mind as he tears the place apart, most of them being on the ground, where Lorroakan said he belonged. Beaten, burned, electrocuted, sometimes poisoned. A place where he was at his most pathetic. He often has nightmares about those late nights, but some of the worst ones were Tav walking in and seeing him like that, utterly broken on floor. They would never see him the same, and he doesn't know whether he prefers them to be disgusted by him or to feel pity.

He's close to a breakdown, having trouble getting air into his lungs before Cal and Lia comes in. "Rolan?"

With a slow sigh, he turns to look at them. "Why are you two up?"

Lia's eyes trail around the destroyed room, seeming to note the claw marks on the bed sheets discarded on the carpet. "Couldn't sleep." She says simply, giving a knowing look.

"Can we sleep with you?" Cal asks, rubbing the back of his neck, "Like when we were kids? Just for one night."

His jaw moves to start a pointless argument, but then snaps shut. They're both not children anymore, they can sleep by themselves. He can sleep by himself. However, he cannot deny that he craves the affection it would bring. He hasn't been this long without them, no matter how much he complained about them being clingy before.

"All right." He says quietly after taking a deep breath, "Not in here, though. Come."

He quietly leads them to the comparatively bland room Lorroakan gave him in Sorcerous Sundries. It isn't terrible, but he realizes that the bed is way too small for the three of them. Thankfully, he had a remedy. He adjusts an enlarge spell and makes the bed wider, and they all settle down on top of it easily.

Lia makes him stay in the middle while she settles on his right side, Cal climbing over carefully to lay on his left. Honestly, he misses having them so close.

"Rolan?" Cal speaks up as Lia pulls up the blanket.

"Hm?"

"Can you make a light show for a little bit?"

Rolan can't help but smile, slowly closing his eyes before opening them up again and raising his hands. "Any requests?"

"Make it look like flowers blooming." Lia says instantly, draping an arm around his middle.

He huffs before murmuring a few words, a burst of colors appearing in the air. Like asked, they take form of flowers blooming, petals falling near them gently. It's gorgeous.

It fades after a minute though, the exhaustion finally catching up to him as he falls asleep. If Cal and Lia were bothered by it not lasting, they don’t say a word.

For the first time in years, his night is not plagued by nightmares.

---

As soon as he wakes, Rolan does not stop moving.

He's the new master of Ramazith's tower, there is so much to do with so little time. The Absolute's army is on its way and he needs to gather everything he can to protect his siblings, and to protect Tav.

Tav doesn't need protecting, he knows that all too well, but he needs to do something. Anything at all. He needs to prepare the arcane cannon, but there is so much research to be done. On top of it all, he wants to be able to focus on his studies, but then run a shop at the same time.

He barely eats the toasted bread he haphazardly made for himself, too distracted by the logs Lorroakan left behind. There's so many customers he needs to take care of, including deliveries. Maybe he could repurpose the animated armor to make the deliveries, but that could be shaky as they're unstable. Well, Lorroakan's magic was always weakly done...he could rework the sigils. He'll have to rework everything in this place, actually.

Gods, everything is such a fucking mess. He knows he needs help, but respectfully, he wants everything a certain way and his siblings won't be able to give him what he wants. Tav would be able to understand-

He stops reading, surprising himself with his thought. Tav? Why would he think Tav would know how he likes things? It's ridiculous. But he can imagine it, them carrying books around with whatever means and placing them in alphabetical order, then by subject. They would tease him about being so stingy with what books go where on the bookshelf.

And they would laugh. Not quite at him, but laugh nonetheless. It's such a perfect sound in his ears, and the thought of it makes the tip of his tail flick about. Damn it all!

He's been thinking about them a lot, unfortunately. Ever since the Shadow Cursed Lands, where they succeeded in saving his siblings where he could not, an infatuation began to settle in his heart. He had half the mind to possibly confess, but immediately pushed it out of his mind. There was no possible way they would feel the same. He's too bitter, too arrogant, and he saw the way they looked at Gale, someone who is much more accomplished than he is. It is a fondness that he never received once in his life, and certainly not by them. He was jealous of it, but jealousy is an ugly little trait to have, so he gave up on dwelling.

The feelings never went away, no matter how much he wants them too.

He wants to say more to them, especially after they saved his sorry tail again during the fight up in the tower. They left before he could, he was too dazed staring at the mess the Nightsong made of his former master. He regrets being too out of it to say anything proper.

What would he have told them anyways? He doubts anything worthwhile. Probably a weak apology and an even weaker attempt to express his feelings. In the end, they would reject him, no doubt. He messed up too many times, back in the Shadow Cursed Lands, even if they accepted his apology for lashing out.

So he continues on and tries to forget, organizing the scrolls at the front counter of Sorcerous Sundries. His nose scrunches in irritation at the disorganization of it all. Was Lorroakan always like this? They aren't even categorized in the right sections, its horrendous. Diabolical. A sin on this shop.

Frustration straining his brow, he lays them flat on the counter to decipher where they should go, ignoring the ache that sits subtly in his bones. He hasn't had the chance to heal himself, so the bruises are still very prominent. It doesn't matter, he can take care of it later.

He knows deep in his heart that later will never come.

In the middle of his thought, one of the front doors burst open. Someone runs in and...well, he doesn't recognize them, but he does see the illusion aura that surrounds their figure. He's about to yell at them about their audacity, but their disguise instantly fades when they close.

It's Tav, in all of their wonderful glory.

"Tav?" He asks dumbly as they rush the to the counter.

They urgently hop over the counter and grab his wrist, and he actively has to suppress a wince by the force. "I need help. Hurry!"

Without a chance of responding, they drag him along towards one of the rooms along the side of the shop. They practically throw him in there.

The door slam briefly echoes in the room, and he barely has time to react before the back of his thighs meet the desk inside. He hisses, the bruises still fresh, “What in the hells are you doing?”

“I need a diversion. I was disguised but the Flaming Fist followed me.” They state, starting to open up the front of their tunic to make a mess. “Let me kiss you.”

He hates how the tip of his tail stands at attention, and thank the gods they don’t notice it. “What.”

“We’re kissing. Now. Just-“ They groan, loosening their shirt more to make themselves look like a mess. “-I need to make it look like I was busy. Rolan, please?”

He should say no. Everything is screaming at him to say no. But he is a weak man, and he’s dreamed that he could have them in his arms. Or be in their arms, it didn’t matter to him.

As soon as he gives a nod, they grab the front of his collar and pull him in, kiss searing. It takes everything in his being not to moan at the contact, especially when they loosen his hair properly to make it fall past his ears. They don’t touch them, much to his relief.

Pretending to put on the same act as them, he presses into them enthusiastically, letting their tongue in when it pries at his teeth. He fell out of control so quickly that he doesn’t know how to pick himself back up. He had half the mind to let them have their way with him. Blood rushes down south when their hand slides up his clothed stomach, sweat beading on the back of his neck as the muscles tense and quiver. Their touch was firm, demanding, and the voice in his head screams at him to not deny them for a moment. How long has he been waiting for something like this to happen?

Before he could panic about his dick twitching in interest at their ministrations, the door flies open. It startles Tav enough to where they bite his lip on accident, making him jolt.

A group of Flaming Fist freeze at the door, taking in the scene before them.

Rolan reacts quickly with his typical sneer, sitting up straighter and trying to ignore Tav being between his legs. “Do you mind?”

“Well, sir-“ One starts but the other, a commander most likely, cuts them off.

“There’s a suspected thief that we believe ran into here.”

“So you decided to almost break down one of my doors?” He questions, making a show of magic to fix his hair up. Tav moves away with their arms crossed in front of their chest, looking annoyed.

“We apologize, sir, but this thief is-“

"Excuse me?" Tav states, putting on an offended face. "How dare you! I am not a thief! I've been in this shop for a while now, unless you are accusing me of stealing from here?"

Rolan comes in before the Commander starts to retort. “My partner, no, my associate could not have been a ‘thief’ as they have been here with me for the past fifteen minutes. And this chase happened how long ago now?”

One of the other Flaming Fists glances up at the clock in the room. “…Five minutes.“

The man to their right smacks them upside the head.

“And what did they look like?” Rolan continues.

“A pale half-orc, short hair with a blue blouse, but-“

He raises a hand to silence them, as if they were misbehaving children. “Then I believe we are done here, as my associate is wearing nothing of the sort and does not look like what you described. Now, unless you are here to buy something or set a donation for the rebuilding fund of the shop, you will kindly leave the premises of Sorcerous Sundries this instant. I expect a formal apology by the end of this week.”

In all honesty, it's funny how lost these Flaming Fist look. They seem unsure of what to do. As Tav scoffs and looks away, it seems as though they're trying not to laugh. He has to fight the smile that's teasing the corners of his mouth, staring at all the blustering Fists as they figure out what to do. Reluctantly, frustrated and angry, they exit out of the office and leave the shop with their tail in between their legs.

He brushes himself off when the heat dies down, finally able to compose himself. “What the hells were you doing? Are you mad?!”

They finally let out the laugh they were holding, straightening themselves out. “I blew up a Fireworks shop. An Absolute Cultist was running it! Who knew? To answer your second question, maybe a little bit. It's been a tough day.”

"And you thought you could just run in here while I was working? Making the Flaming Fist dirty my floors after I just had Cal clean it?!"

"I'm sorry Rolan, I panicked. I wasn't thinking." They say, seeming genuinely apologetic.

He could barely focus, mind still catching up with the events. Is he truly this easy? All they had to do was demand a kiss and he would follow them, like a lovesick puppy? He's ashamed of himself, and he didn't even notice them speaking again.

"Rolan?"

"What?"

"How are you?" They ask sincerely.

He straightens himself up and gets back into his usual facade. "I am well enough. This shop and the tower is a horrid mess, so I've already been spending time reorganizing the texts. Lorroakan barely knew his alphabet. They were not even organized by subject!"

They laugh at that, and gods, the sound makes his heart pound, but afterwards they frown at him, eyes scanning to his face. "You're still bruised."

"I haven't had the time to take care of them. There is too much to do."

They dig into their pack and hold out what he recognizes as a superior healing potion. "Here. If you're going to work, at least heal up. Did I hurt you earlier?"

He slowly takes it, perplexed, "It is nothing I can't handle."

"I'm sorry." They murmur.

"I appreciate your apology, and I forgive you." He states, uncorking the bottle and drinking down the potion.

Instantly, the deep set ache and soreness of his form fades to something less painful. Its like a warm hug, and he feels energized.

They give him a soft set smile as he places the bottle down on the desk. "You look a lot better."

Gods, if he could, he would crush the fluttering feeling the compliment gave him. "Excuse you, I always look better. Now, besides that whole mess that you created, was there anything else you needed from me?”

"I want to make purchases...and barter?" They squeak out.

He sighs heavily, opening the door back up for them, "Of course you do. All right, what do you have for trade then?"

They head out to the counter with a skip to their step. "I promise it's worth it!"

---

Tav ended up having plenty of things to trade, including heavy set armor, rings, and magic items they don't need anymore. Thankfully not all fortune is lost, as they give some coin for high level spell scrolls. A Globe of Invulnerability...how interesting. He knows they are out and about adventuring, but what would they need that kind of spell for? How do they even have the gold to afford it??

They were out the door before he can ask them, clearly in a hurry to get somewhere. "Thank you Rolan!"

A little defeated, he continues on with the rest of his day. Organizing, organizing, and even more organizing. This place is such a shit show, it will take him ages before everything is how he wants it to be. Cal always teased him about having his socks color coded in his drawers.

He plops onto a fresh bed at the end of the day. This was Lorroakan's bed, but Cal and Lia helped him out with cleaning the room. New mattress, new sheets, new blankets, and even new pillows. They tore down the hideous tapestries and paintings he had, and he plans to change the wall into a new color. He still needs to personalize the room to how he likes, but now it was his. No trace of Lorroakan is found here. He idly wonders how Tav decorated their room, or if they have a home to go back to. They're still a mystery to him.

As he lays there, staring at the patterned ceiling, he finds it strange he has a room to himself. It's nice, and he's never had more privacy than now. Sometimes Lorroakan entered in his room at odd hours to start a lesson at his leisure. If he wasn't a light sleeper before, he is now due to the man's random visits. Now here he is, laying his bed, with his nights uninterrupted for the most part.

He has privacy.

...He’s pent up, isn’t he?

Through all the beatings and stress, he never took time to himself and get off. He was worried about getting caught by his mentor. On top of it all, he was too exhausted and hurt to even do much for himself, some nights barely having energy to bathe. But now…

With a sigh, he summons a mage hand to grab a book for him. When was the last time he read a smut book? Half a year, maybe more? Even then, he wouldn’t indulge too much as he never had a lot of privacy. With this large bedroom, the walls being silenced, and the time he now has, he will indulge for a little bit. For one night.

As he reads, there’s not much to go off. This one is poorly written, but he can at least give himself an idea. His mind sketches out a neutral form, no identifying…parts, yet. He’s indecisive, but he’s sure he’ll come up with someone satisfactory for the night.

Usually, his fantasies contain anonymous people with no face, or they wear a mask. It’s less embarrassing than thinking of someone directly. Sometimes they take him from behind, pinning the back of his neck to a table while they rail into him. Others he has someone under him, thrusting into them and littering bites on their neck.

For now, he imagines a person of no specific gender yet, holding him close in a crushing grip and devouring his mouth. It leaves him no room to breathe as he’s pinned to the wall, their thigh between his legs pressing up against his growing erection. Heat gathers south embarrassingly quickly, the tent of his pants tightening. What is Tav like in bed?

As soon as that question pops into his head, the blank person he tried to fantasize about turns into Tav. It shocks him how vivid it is, and he immediately sits up, book falling flat on the mattress as he drops it. No no no, absolutely not. They’re a friend.

A friend who pulled him in by the collar to kissed him with reckless abandon. A friend that was ready to pin him down on his desk. A friend who stroked a finger along his jaw to help him relax into their mouth.

Hells.

His fingers trail down his stomach and into his trousers, taking himself in hand. What’s the harm of indulging in this? They kissed, after all. All of their wonderful features are fresh in his mind. As he teases the underside of his shaft, he imagined it was their hand instead of his own. Precum was already beading at the tip, and he uses it to slick up his cock. He still feels their hands on him, pressing and demanding. He wonders what they would’ve done if they had more time. Are they gentle or rough when they stroke? He’s not sure whether he prefers one or the other yet.

None of this would happen, they have many suitors at their disposal. But damn it all, he could dream that they chose him, in the end.

Gods.

He covers his mouth tightly with his free hand, almost painfully as he thrusts up into his other one. This room is covered in silencing sigils, it’s not like anyone would hear him from the outside, but even he doesn’t want to hear his shameful sounds.

He feverishly switches to a different fantasy, this one containing Tav once more, though this time he isn’t complaining.

They’re both deep in the woods, away from the Tiefling party. They saved them all from the goblins, they deserved some compensation, did they not? Tav is pressed against his back, one hand putting two fingers in his mouth, rolling the muscle of his tongue between them while the other jacks him off. He’s utterly helpless, Tav taking control of his pleasure for him in the best ways as he helplessly grips the bark of a tree. They would tell him how good he was, how much they wanted him, how lovely his moans were. That he was handsome, strong, and worthy.

That they loved him-

Strings of white decorate his stomach, his climax coming with a stuttered gasp. It came more quickly than he thought it would, and his body spasms with how intense it is. The cry that climbs up his throat stops short by his hand.

He massages himself through it, feeling dazed and utterly pathetic. How dare he think about Tav in this way, as if they were an object for his pleasure? They’re not his, and he’s not theirs, no matter how much he wants to be. What would they say if they saw him like this, desperate and lustful even after his orgasm?

Gods, he wants them so badly, and he knows he can never have them.

Catching his breath, he feels disgusting. Filthy. He shouldn't think of them at all, he hasn't earned that right to them. It's pitiful.

To remedy his sin, he gets out of his bed and heads to the washroom. It's grand in comparison to his lowly basin in the shop, and he's unsure where to start now that he has access to it. Firstly, he takes out a Create Water spell scroll and casts it, filling the entire tub with water. He then modifies the Produce Flame spell to heat up the water. That will do for now, he'll figure out how to make the process a lot quicker later.

He takes off his soiled nightwear, stepping into the water with a slight hiss. All right, maybe he made it a little too hot, but it's nothing he can't handle. Lorroakan has burned him worse. As soon as he gets to the hip line, he pours lavender oil into the steaming water and sinks in completely. He's heard of the scent being beneficial for sleep, mostly from Tav. He wonders if they are an herbalist- no, no, he isn't supposed to be thinking about them.

Emptying his mind is proving harder than he thought. No thanks to his previous transgression, Tav's face plagued him. Questions pop up without him wanting them to: how does Tav look when flustered? Are they experienced with intimacy? Do they like pain? Are they sweet? What is their perfect date? How do they show their love-

He dunks himself fully into the water before the thought could finish, and he feels the sting of the hot water against his face as he sits under the surface. Finally, his mind is silent, so he holds his breath as long as he could. It's oddly soothing, just being alone under the water. A perfect escape to everything around him. He may just have to do this more often.

Unfortunately, he has not done any training to hold his breath, so he has to come up for air within thirty seconds. Perhaps he should practice, but that's for another time.

Now that his hair was thoroughly wet, he begins washing and conditioning his hair, giving himself a scalp massage while he was at it. He didn't trust the mage hands to do it for him. They were floating in the corner, waiting for a command. Can mage hands pout? It feels as though that's exactly what they're doing. Why are they so eager to help anyways? He should dismiss them when he has the time.

After dunking under the water again to wash out all the products, he exits the bath carefully, using Prestidigitation to instantly dry himself. Ah, what would he do if he didn't have that spell on hand? It is incredibly convenient. Can Tav use magic for mundane tasks?

He pauses as he slides on a robe. Gods damn it, it's happening again! That didn't last too fucking long, now did it?

With a groan, he marches back into the bedroom and towards the balcony, pushing the doors open. The night hair hits him immediately, sending a brief chill through him before calming. With a heavy sigh, he goes to the railing and leans against it, watching the silent city of Baldur's Gate. The lanterns have long burned out, and the stars are blooming above him, but he can't relax. He's desperate for Tav, and it's pitiful.

Pressing his forehead on the cold stone, he realizes what a miserable, selfish, wretched creature he is. After all of those things, he's somehow still hopeful. Why else would they kiss him like that? Is he reading too much into this?

Though, perhaps, instead of dwelling on unwanted thoughts, he should just let them go. Lia always did say he thinks too much. Cal mentioned it could be quite damaging on one's psyche.

So he lets the thoughts flow. All of the domestic ones and all of the lustful ones, too. He flickers through memories of he and Tav's interactions, thinking of what could have been and where he went wrong. The shouting, the aggression, the drinking. Gods, the drinking. He hasn't touched wine in a while because of it.

Then he lets it all go.

He raises his head, taking a deep, long breath of the fresh night air. He's in Baldur's Gate. They all made it. The Absolute's army is about to knock on their door, but just for tonight, at least in this moment, he's calm. He's okay.

Maybe he'll be okay later, too.

After an hour, he makes it to his bed and lulls himself to sleep, pulling up the thickest parts of the blanket to hold. It manages to lull him to sleep. A success, in Rolan's tired mind.

There's so much to do with so little time.

---

A tenday has passed and Tav has not returned.

It's for the best that they don't come, as they continuously plague Rolan's mind. He can't stop thinking about them, no matter how much he distracts himself. Most of them are lustful and depraved, some of which make him feel utterly ashamed. He has no right to think of them in this way.

Though, it's the other thoughts that confuse him the most.

They're domestically blissful. He imagines waking up in bed with them, nuzzling into their hair as they convince him to stay a few more moments. He imagines dates, lacing his fingers through theirs while telling them how stunning they are. He imagines it's their body that he pulls close late at night, and not a spare pillow he squeezes to his chest.

He hates these thoughts more than most, as it makes him silently grieve what could've been if he weren't such an arrogant prick. What if he was nicer to them when they first met? Would they have approached him a third time at the party and invite him to their tent? Embarrassingly, he's been losing more sleep than usual over the what if's, and it's making him sloppy with his work. Papers were scattered, he keeps losing his books, and ink stains have been appearing on his robes more and more lately. Unacceptable.

Is he truly this pathetic, losing sleep over domestic thoughts with someone unreachable? Is he that lonely? Does he crave company that badly? It is a wizard's curse, surely.

He thought he got over this, but it seems he needs more than one night to 'let go' of them. Damn it all, why can't this be easier?

He shakes his head, regaining his focus of the task at hand. Rearranging the scrolls once more, he stands onto his feet again and brushes the dust off of his robe. He proudly places his hands on his hips. Finally, after so many days, he has the counter exactly how he wants it. Everything is organized, not a speck of dust in sight, all of it is beautifully-

One of the doors slam open again by a gust of wind, and rage fills him to the core. Why, oh why are the gods so against him? Now there's dirt of the floor, he just made Krank sweep it all out!

The anger disappears instantaneously when he sees Tav rush through the door, sweat beading on their brow and their face flushes from exertion. Extremely similar to how they appeared last time-

Oh no.

As they rush past the counter to the same room they both in before, he starts following them without thinking. What in the hells was he doing?! This can only lead to something terrible for him, even if Tav would be none the wiser. Why does he torture himself like this? He finally has everything he could ever want, yet he greedy for more. For the one thing he can never hope to have.

But they need him, and he could never deny them.

He quickly enters the room after them, shutting the door on his way in. Thankfully this room is more presentable this time around, but he doubts Tav will notice it. They have never been one to look at the finer details. At least from what he has seen, it's not as if he spent much time around them. That thought makes jealousy swell in his chest.

"I need help again." Tav states, rustling up their clothes.

"I can see that," He sasses, but Tav is already pushing off the mantle that sits on his shoulders before pulling him into a kiss, hand fisting the front of his robes.

What has he done to deserve this punishment? Are the Gods testing him by dangling his one desire in front of him? They should know he's too weak to resist their touch.

He gasps into their mouth when they pin him to the wall, free hand grasping the back of his thigh. They easily put their leg in between his, which puts him in a daze. Is this truly an act if they would go this far, or are they testing his boundaries? The worst part about this is he never wants them to stop. He wants them to keep going and reduce him to a pitiful, breathless mess.

They're already succeeding in that, it seems.

When he feels them try to pry his teeth open, he lets them, tangling his tongue with theirs. The noise is so lewd in his ear, a blush immediately rising to his face at the intimacy of it all. He thought about this situation constantly, both through the actual memory and then to his fantasies. Though, fantasy is nothing compared to their real hand tracing the skin of his exposed neck, mapping out the dips and curves of his adam's apple. Images flash through his mind of them choking him, not to hurt, but to claim. He honesty hopes they would do so, but alas, their hand trails up to cup his jaw instead.

This action only made him more flustered, and while he doesn't understand why, he accepts it all the same and leans into their hand. No one has ever touched his face like this in many, many years. Usually it was hit or slapped, no thanks to his teacher. Even when their touch is as gentle as a dove, he can't help but flinch when their thumb strokes along his cheekbone. They pull away from the kiss, catching their breath with a question on the tip of their tongue.

As if the world is playing a joke, those same Flaming Fists burst the door open. They look surprised once again.

"Again?!" He shouts at them, bristling and baring his teeth.

"Do you fucking mind?" Tav yells after, giving them a hard-earned glare.

The Flaming Fists do not bother arguing again, turning heel and leaving the shop without another word. They look foolish, doing their walk of shame. At least they were quick about it, Rolan did not feel like giving them another lecture.

"How do you do, Rolan?" They tease, a hand still fisting his sleeve.

It is a miracle how he keeps his composure. "Well enough, I suppose. Now, as I said earlier, again?"

"There's a perfectly good explanation."

"Then?"

"They were assholes so I stole their money."

"I'm inclined to agree. They are quite intrusive in their searches. Though, must have you lead them here again? I just had Krank clean the floors of the shop from bottom to top!" He complains, running a hand down his face as he stabilizes his footing, "Now I'll have to command him to do it all over again. At least the bottom part."

"I know, I'm sorry to do this to you again. I can make it up to you!" The say quickly before taking a pause. "Wait, you reanimated Krank?"

"Despite being Lorroakan's, he still had his uses." He drawls, suddenly feeling trapped in their space. "Clearly weaponry is not the armors calling, so I have him clean the floors in the morning and at night. There hasn't been any complaints."

"It's animated armor, Rolan. It can't complain."

"I meant complaints from the customers, you absolute dunce!" He snaps and immediately regrets it, but Tav bursts out in a fit of laughter at his insult.

Never has he understood what was so funny about them being insulted. Does he look like a fool doing so? Are they laughing at him? He should be angry over it but he most likely deserves it.

"Well, I feel terrible for dragging you in here twice," They giggle, wiping a stray tear from their eye. "So I want to make it up to you."

"And how do you suppose you'll do that?" He challenges.

"Well, we already got the first part of it started, if you're interested." They tease, voice low.

Oh gods.

"We could take it further. I can feel your little friend down there, and I'm more than happy to help." They murmur in his ear.

A cold sweat hits him in that instant. This is his worst nightmare. He wants it, gods does he want it so badly, but if he accepts it there will be no turning back for him.

They attempt to cup his cheek but he turns his face away, gently pushing them.

“Rolan?”

“I can’t do this.” He says, unable to look them in the eye, but he feels the way they tense.

Before they can start apologizing, he continues, “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since the Shadow-Cursed Lands, I think. I adore many things about you. But you keep holding me like this, kissing me, and it's starting to make me believe that there will be more than this, one day. When The Absolute is gone, and Baldur's Gate is safe, you would do me the honor of considering me as a...companion."

"Oh, Rolan..."

"I refuse to be a side piece, someone who will be at your beckon call whenever you're bored. You’re tugging at my heart as if it’s your plaything, and while I know you have not done this on purpose, I can't handle it anymore."

He exhales sharply, tilting his face up when he feels tears sting his eyes. "Please, do not torture me like this and just go. Leave."

When he’s met with silence, he swallows and blinks away the wetness of his eyes. He knew that he never had a chance, and that their affections were never real. How could his savior ever look at him like he looked at them? But that diversion of theirs was so wonderful, and for at least a temporary moment, he felt wanted. Desired.

Loved.

He knew he couldn’t continue. It is selfish of him and he would’ve been setting himself up for heartbreak.

Tav leans in close, eyes tender as they tilt his chin back down. “Rolan…I’ve been a fool. I thought I was being obvious.”

He finally can look at them in the eye. “What?”

They can't help but chuckle, but it is a good natured one, “I’m in love with you too, idiot. Why do you think I would keep seeing you in this way?” They ask, tucking some hair behind his ear. “I'm so sorry, I should have been more forward with you. I never meant to hurt your heart like this, you mean too much to me."

He must be dreaming, he has to be, but he can feel the of their body pressing against him. They want him too, and it makes his heart want to burst out of his ribcage. He isn't aware of the blush that rises in his face at their confession, making his already red skin grow crimson.

They carefully cup his face again, pressing their forehead against his, being mindful of his horns. "I'm sorry Rolan, truly. Could you ever forgive me?"

His adam's apple bobs with his swallow, but his face remains a stern look. "...Your apology seems genuine, and I forgive you."

"Well good, I was worried that I just fucked up my chance." They huff with a smile, gently pinning him against the wall once more. "Now, would you like me to try this again and kiss you?”

“Please.” He whispers instantly, tail coiling around their leg.

It was unclear who pulled in first, but what mattered is their hands were all over each other as they kiss fiercely. He felt one of their hands move back and grip the base of his tail. A pathetic whimper escapes his mouth, pleasure shooting up his spine. Tav happily nips his bottom lip in response before pulling away. “I want to see your bedroom, Rolan. Now.”

"As you wish." He responds breathlessly.

Using Dimension Door, he teleports the both of them to the top of the stairs of Sorcerous Sundries, pulling them through the portal and into the tower. This is a totally inappropriate use of one of his higher level spells, but his mind is in a sexually charged place. He'll chastise himself for it later.

His grip on their hand is tight, sweat gathering there as he teleports them again to the bedroom. It isn't customized to his liking quite yet, but it at least has the colors he wants. Deeper blues mixed with other calming colors to help him sleep. He doubts Tav is admiring the features with the way they pull him onto the mattress.

When they both settle in the bed, Tav quickly gets undressed, unclipping the armor and ripping off their under clothes in one fell swoop. Whatever he though their body looked like in his dreams, the real thing is so much better. Any little scar or texture change, he either wants to trace with his fingers or with his tongue. As they lay back and spread their legs, he reaches for them.

They gently smack his hand away when he tries to touch their chest, smirking. “No. You will sit back all pretty and watch.”

His mouth goes dry, surprised at the sudden command, but would he truly be a student of the Weave if he did not know how to listen to directions? He does as told, sitting back on his feet.

"Do you have oil in here?" They question.

"Right side, top drawer."

They crawl over and grab it, settling back into position as they drizzle the product onto their fingers. They make a show of it, too, playing with the substance between their fingers before their hand trails down in between their legs, locking eyes with Rolan.

He swallows as he watches them open themselves up, all for him. It sends his mind reeling with lust, and he’s still not allowed to touch. Torture, is what it is. They have him exactly where they want him, and he is not complaining one bit. Not in his wildest imagination could he have though of this scenario. It's incredible. They're incredible.

As they go on languidly slow, he starts feeling hot all over. His clothes feel too suffocating around his body, his trousers unbelievably tight. It takes everything in him not to palm his growing erection, biting a lip to stifle a small moan that threatens to escape his throat.

“I want to watch you take all those layers off, Rolan. It’s not fair if I’m the only one naked.” They demand, hooking their fingers inside of themselves and groaning.

He responds by finally taking off that mantle that sets heavy on his shoulders. They watch him unblinking as he instantly gets his robes off, seeing the tent in his smalls that expresses his want. It looks painful. He throws the robes, shoes, and smalls off somewhere in the room, his cock now in the cold air, leaking.

They smirk at the sight, now curling three fingers in with a long winded moan. “Gods, I can’t wait to have you in me. I bet you feel so good, look at that…”

Have they always been this good with their words? They always have in his pathetic fantasies, but the real thing makes him twitch in need. He wants to touch them, feel their skin against his in a blaze of pleasure.

Alas, he has to wait.

Finally, they take their fingers out of themselves and sit back up. “I’m ready for you.”

“I want to touch you, Tav.” He admits, fingers twitching on the top of his thighs.

They crawl over to him and sit in his lap, breathing hard as they wrap their arms around his shoulders. “You may.”

He takes some small amount of comfort in that they’re as hot and bothered as he is, watching their flushed face before they crash their lips into his own.

He whines into their mouth, his cock trapped in between their stomachs. The friction is positively divine and he already thinks he may be close with the way their fingers trace the ridges on his back. They're mapping them out, pressing against the wing impressions on his shoulder blades and then trailing them down his spine. As soon as they reach the base of his tail, they tug on it once more.

A gasp shudders out of him when they grind against him. “Tav, if you keep doing that, I won’t last much longer.”

They hum in approval, sucking a hickey into the base of his throat. “What if I promise to make you come again?”

“Tav, please—”

“Okay okay.” They relent, moving back a little to give him some breathing room.

They stay in his lap as they pull him in for another kiss, and he joyfully obliges. Their tongues dance as he gropes their chest, mostly wanting to feel the unique textures of their skin. They’re perfect, to him. He wishes they were some sort of god, because at least then he would have an explanation for his need towards them. This unrelenting desire that he has pleaded for every night when he dreamt of them.

He has so many dreams, one that wake him in a sweat and painfully hard in his trousers. He made a theory that indulging would help the process of forgetting his desires, but it seems as though his hypothesis was wrong. Dead wrong. His dreams of them only became more vivid, some tricking him into thinking it was real. He mourned when he woke up those mornings, wondering why the Gods were torturing him with their image, their body, their face, their laugh.

Hells, he hopes he's not dreaming right now, they feel too real. He can feel them biting and tugging his lower lip, so he concludes that they were, in fact, here with him. Making him feel so much better than his wildest fantasies. Their nails bite into the back of his neck as they briefly deepen the kiss, before pulling themselves away, a string of saliva connecting them. For at least a moment, he catches his breath.

With a solid push to his chest, he falls back onto the bed with a soft thump. He pushes himself back up onto his elbows quickly, breathing harsh. At first, he’s worried he screwed something up. Did his nails hurt their skin? He should have blunt them this morning. But then they straddle his waist and take hold of his drooling hard-on, ready to sink onto him. “Hold still.”

As they lower themselves, stars burst behind his eyes as he takes them fully, their walls squeezing around him so deliciously. He bites back a moan that tries to work its way up his throat. Squeezing his eyes shut, he manages to hold himself together when they seat themselves onto him.

“Gods, you feel so fucking good Rolan.” They moan, clenching briefly around him until they finally relax. They do a test grind, and he knows he's hitting all the right places within them with the way their eyes flutter.

“So do you.” He says breathlessly, a light sheen of sweat already decorating his skin, pupils blown wide as his tail flicks about. The appendage instinctively reaches for something to hold onto. Anything at all. In the end, he settles with wrapping his tail around their waist, keeping himself grounded. They smile down at him when they feel it squeeze them.

He tries to reach for for their sides shakily, but they are more put together in this moment, and much faster. They take his hands, lacing their fingers through his, and pin them each besides his head. He’s only met with a grin before they start riding him with reckless abandon, gripping his hands unbelievably tight.

A groan that trails off into a whimper escapes his throat, hips subconsciously thrusting up into their tight heat. It felt positively divine feeling their walls clench around him, purposely teasing. They’re grinning, even when they toss their head back and moan. He squeezes their hands for dear life, already losing himself as their skin meets his. “Ah— Tav—“

“That’s it baby, I want to hear you.” They pant, leaning down and kissing him soundly. He lets their tongue pry his lips with ease, begging for a taste.

“I won’t last if— gods—“ he cries against their mouth, toes curling in the sheets.

“I don’t care, let me feel you. I want it.”

He curses when they clench around him again, clearly wanting to milk him dry, but he manages to stave his orgasm off. At least for a little bit. This felt so fucking good, he never wants it to end. But with the way they roll their hips, he’s not going to last. He wishes he could have last longer, giving them their pleasure the way they deserve after all of their hardship. They saved him, saved his siblings, saved the tieflings. Twice. Then they saved him for a third time. They did not have to, they could've walked away and let him lay with his poor choices. They didn't, and he's never seen them more angry than when they saw his bruised face.

His stomach suddenly tightens, giving him that impending warning he knows all too well in recent days. “C—Close, I’m close—“ he rasps.

“Me too. Fuck, you feel so good love.” They murmur thoughtlessly.

That nickname teeters him over the edge, and Rolan came with a cry in his throat. Tav was not far behind, fluttering around him as they came as well.

They breathe hard, resting on top of him and letting go of his hands. They instead use them to hold his heated face and kiss him gently. With his hands free, he wraps his arms around their back to pull them closer. He’s spent, exhausted, but he’s never felt more content as he kisses them.

Before they both could feel uncomfortable, he murmurs the words of prestidigitation and cleans them up as they rise off of his softening cock. They plop next to him on the bed, smiling tiredly.

“You were amazing.”

He laughs at that, wiping sweat off of his face. “I should be saying that to you.”

“Then we’re both amazing, hm?” They tease, scooting closer to his side. "Where did you learn how to fuck like that?"

"Must you be so vulgar?" He exasperates with a groan, making them laugh, "But if you must know, I have done extensive research on the subject."

"Ooooh research! What, did you study anatomy books?"

He groans, covering his face with his hands.

"Wait a minute, you have a smut collection?! This I have to see."

"Absolutely not!" He shouts, his face, neck, and ears now a deep crimson.

They burst out laughing, and as much as he wants to chastise them for it, he ends up laughing with them. He's never felt so light before now, as if he's finally feeling relief for all the trouble he's been through.

Gods, he's truly in love with them, isn't he?

"I can go for a round two, if you're up for it." They say after calming down their laughter.

He snickers at that, pecking heir forehead. "As much as that sounds wonderful, you've exhausted me for the day."

"Then how about some cuddling? Karlach always said I give great hugs."

He hums, pecking their cheek next as they wrap their arms around him. "I think I would like that, very much."

Letting out a deep rooted sigh, he feel all the tension in his body finally leave him. He should be disgusted by all the sweat gathered around them in the aftermath of their activities, but in this moment, he wouldn't have it any other way. There's time to complain about it later. Perhaps he can show them the bath he now uses. Would they be impressed by it? It certainly is better than whatever they have going on in the Elfsong Tavern. He wants to do everything to impress them, make himself worth their while even with the chaos that is their lives. But for now, he's calm.

For the first time, Rolan felt truly free.

"Does Krank know how to clean bed sheets?"

Snorting, he looks at them again. "I haven't made him try. He's decent at mopping and sweeping...somewhat. Why?"

"Just curious. It's cute how you just have a little servant now, cleaning the place."

"Krank is not a servant, he is an employee of my establishment."

"You don't pay him!"

"That is not the point! He works, does he not?"

They laugh, pressing their forehead against his. "Fine, fine, but why not make him clean your room, including the sheets?"

"He will mess them up! I know how to properly smooth it out and make this room look highly presentable."

"Oh, I'm sure you do...anyways, do you have a bath in here? I stink and feel sweaty." He barks out a laugh, reluctantly getting out of their arms and shuffling off the bed. "I do, it's in the next room over."

When he offers his hand to them, they happily take it as he leads them to the side room. The large bath presents itself, though it is empty right now. He should figure out a way for it to be ready automatically in any time of the day, but he'll work out the kinks later. He wants to show them that his fingers have talent in ways they wouldn't comprehend. All of it in the form of a heavenly scalp massage.

[forthelostones]

let's celebrate you ─── ⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ 🪩 ˚ afab!reader x sub!ellie ⋆ 🪩 ୨୧˚ ⋆ ˚｡

" its time i turn these lights low "

synopsis: your birthday was a special one with a different kind of treat.

warnings. 18+ (mdni); sub!ellie, loser!ellie, fingering & cunnilingus (e! receiving), dina ft, drinking, & grinding.

an: hi everyone, thanks for all the love on my other works! if u have any requests let me know! edited this on the fly >.< ; enjoy!

(no y/n)

wc: 2.2k

♪ playlist: misty ( lesly gore ), but not kiss ( faye webster ), what kinda of love ( childish gambino ), smile more ( syd ) ♪

your birthday was coming up and Dina had promised to make it a special one. you really didn’t mind having just a small dinner, and maybe a cake, but she insisted on something more. she didn’t tell you any of the details, just that you should look your best and not worry. you tended to be on the more anxious side so this was difficult. you appreciated the efforts but felt reluctant to not think of every single detail. 

after getting dressed you went to Dina’s where music was already vibrating the floorboards of the front porch. upon entering you saw everyone circling the entryway and smiling as they cheered “happy birthday!” you awkwardly cuddled your arm as you silently thanked them. immediately, Dina comes to hug you tightly, you inhale the familiarity and watch everyone disperse except for one person. 

“ellie. hey.” you mutter as Dina releases you from her arms. 

“happy birthday, um…” she rubs the back of her neck softly. 

she was wearing all black, head to toe, with the exception of a silly rainbow party hat that Dina probably put on her. when she noticed she still had it on she ripped it off quickly and fiddled with it in her hands. 

“right, um, you look nice.” she smiles warmly. 

“thanks els, why don’t we go and get you something to drink?” 

ellie and you were in the same advanced planetary astronomy course. you spent a lot of time together studying for exams and even lab partners, but outside of that you really didn’t hang out with her. you wished you did though. during some late nights she’d reveal small parts of her life and you just wanted to put your assignments away and indulge in her. 

“i don’t see how you can listen to music while doing this.” you mention.

this was a 300-level course and it wasn’t particularly easy, the readings were intense, with a lot of scientific jargon you still had to learn. 

she pulls away headphones away and rolls her eyes. “i mean, it’s just a little something, my working playlist. mostly instrumental.” 

that night she shared the playlist after your study session and you scrolled through her Spotify to see what other artists she listened to. just a small glimpse of her was all you really wanted.  

you both mosey through a crowd of people to get to the kitchen area. everyone saying happy birthday, asking how are you, and pointing you in the direction of your gifts. meanwhile, Ellie just followed shortly behind and was very silent, giving everyone a courtesy smirk. once you reach the kitchen counter covered in various bottles, you make both you and Ellie a suspicious concoction. 

“i don't know if I trust you as a mixologist.” she smiles shyly. 

“what you never had tequila, rum, and a little ginger ale?” 

you both laugh as your faces turn sour at the overly sharp mix. 

the night continues on with Ellie by your side and you both loosen up from the continuous influx of random drinks. you talk about more than class and your horrible professors, she tells you a bit about her music taste, hobbies, and her very visible tattoos. 

“i don’t think I have the pain tolerance to even sit and get something this big.” you say absentmindedly dragging the tip of your index finger along her forearm. you were slumped in the corner of the couch and she sat slouched on the arm of the sofa, just above you. 

“uh, uh I mean, I— I took some medicine before and uh,” she looks down to you and once your eyes connect she looks away. “they have this cream, like numbing cream, but I didn’t need that, I just I have a high pain tolerance, I dont know, yea.” 

“hmm, strong els.” your finger continues up her arm. 

Ellie trembles quietly at the static shock traveling through her body. you look up to her as her eyes follow your finger tracing along her skin, she inhales deeply and lets out a shaky breath. you feel a pounding start behind your temples and you lay your head on her thigh. 

“my head, ugh.” 

ellie freezes at the simplest touch of you, unsure of where to put her hand she just gently lies it on your back. 

“maybe we had too much of your little potion.” she jokes. 

it hurts to laugh but you manage to get one out. 

“ah, I think I’m gonna stay here,” you say.

“oh, yea, probably me too, I don’t think I could drive home.” 

you look up to her and her face is painted pink at just the smallest connection with you. “come with me.” 

you and Ellie are now in the spare bedroom just across the hall from Dina’s. you flop on the bed and pat beside you to signal Ellie to sit down. 

“should I get Dina? are you okay?” She asks. 

“im fine. um, I really liked my gift by the way.”

of course, she bought you a copy of her favorite comic, savage starlight, and left a sweet note inside the gift bag.

“oh, you saw it? when? we’ve been together all night.” she panicked. 

“when I said I was going to the bathroom.” 

you both share a soft laugh.

“i hope you like it.” 

“im sure I will. thanks, els.” 

her eyes are pooling brightly into yours, stealing a quick glance of your lips. you reach your hand and place it behind her neck, pulling her towards you, and sharing a kiss. 

“yo-you are so welcome.” 

she leans in this time nervously, awaiting another kiss. you guide her hands from the mattress to around your waist, draping your wrists around her neck, tucking her closer into you. you pull away and kiss her cheek, she giggles your lips tickle, and her smile fades and turns into a soft groan as she realizes your lips are trailing towards her neck. her grip becomes firmer around your hips and she unconsciously moves your hips towards her, back and forth. the kisses are cloud-like until you hear your name leave her lips. that’s when you slither your tongue up her neck, sucking and leaving small bite marks on the length of her throat. 

once you come back to her lips, she doesn’t hold back and goes in with her tongue. in between each kiss she tugs at you harder, gets more excited each pass while grunting passionately. your hand grips her leg firmly and drapes it over your lap, where she doesn’t hesitate to start bucking her hips against you. she bites your bottom lip to catch her breath and rubs her nose against yours before going into leaving hickeys on your neck. she’s so desperate that you feel how wet your neck has become from her urgency. you bring your hands down from her lower back to cup her ass as she’s taking in your sweet scent. 

“i need you.” she whispers. 

she doesn’t hesitate to pull her top off and before she can remove her bra you stop her. she smiles at you as you remind her to pace herself. you press your lips against her warm skin trailing to her chest, being careful to not satisfy her so fast. once she’s calmed down you remove her bra and just allow yourself to stare at her perky nipples. she’s now grinding against you slowly in a rhythm. you take your lips and brush them lightly against both of her nipples. you saw her chest rise and fall deeply, overcome with desire. 

you take her lingering hands and press them behind her back, restraining her movements. with your free hand, you place the center of your cold palm against her erect nipple. a gasp catches in her throat at the smallest contact as she tosses her head back. you press up against her body as she fights against your restraint. she leans down to kiss you, but you don’t allow her to. out of frustration, she bites her lips watching your hand move up and down. 

her nipples became puffy from your torture and you finally gave her the satisfaction of wrapping your lips around them. she tried to stifle her moans, shying away, turning her face away from yours, simply embarrassed. once you wet her nipples you sucked them allowing your tongue to brush up against her sensitive buds. 

you turned her over from your lap to where both your pelvis’ were level. she tried to feel you as she spread her legs wider but couldn’t because of her jeans. her face scrunched up as she watched you grind up against her just before you trailed kisses down her belly to her waistline. you stopped before her hipbones that were beckoning you to kiss them, which she shuttered at. as you pulled her pants off, she covered her face with her inked forearm. 

“els.” 

“uhmm yea?” 

“i need you to watch me.” 

“o-ohkay.” 

she removes her arm reluctantly and watches as you press your lips into her inner thigh, still holding eye contact. her hand comes to caress your cheek in an attempt to rush you, but you pay her no mind. you bring your mouth to just rest against her clothed clit and she shutters. 

“ah.” escapes her lips. 

her hips start to rise against your lips pressed into her core. her left hand comes to the top of your head as she grinds harder, she whimpers at the lack of satisfaction. 

“please. fuck.” 

 that's when she ignores you and arches her back farther, slipping her hands into her boxes and begins to massage her clit. her free hand grips the sheets and the sounds of her wetness fill your ears like sweet music. 

“ellie?” you ask, taken aback. 

“yes, y-ees?” 

she doesn’t stop until you physically remove her fingers, you grip her wrist and bring her fingers to her lips. she sucks the taste of herself clean off and you finally slip your hand past her waistband. her hands come up to your biceps, digging into your skin while you toil her wet clit. 

“harder.” she demands, but you pull your hand away, causing her body to jerk violently.

she takes your wrist and guides your fingers up and down her clit. she huffs, with her eyes closed, soaking in the pleasure. At one point she just starts grinding on all four of your fingers. legs spread open, lifting her hips up rhythmically, panting and sweating as she humped your hand. 

just before she came you pulled down her boxers and drank in her red, soaked pussy. the cold air made her twitch under you as you brought your lips to her folds. you were swimming in her warmth as you pecked her opening gently. she moaned at the view of you making out with her pussy, eyes closed, tongue slipping in occasionally, and sipping her up. you did everything in your power to avoid her throbbing clit as you tongued her soaked hole. 

once you finally wrapped your lips around her clit closed her eyes, basking in the relief she felt. as you inhale her legs come closing in on your face, shaking. 

“ellie,” you look up. “relax, im going to let you cum.” 

as she releases the tension from her body your two fingers enter her. she tosses her head to the side at the pressure inside of her, her breathing becoming unstable again. you find her clit in your mouth again and now she’s panting obscenities under her breath. 

“fuck, fuck, ahh, so good. please.” 

mindlessly she just kept moaning like this, throwing your name in the mix too. 

“another,” she said breathlessly. “three, I need another finger, ple-please.” 

she watched you, face wet, eyes drunk from her body, as you slipped in your ring finger, stretching her further. you couldn’t help but stare at her pussy wrapped so tightly but perfectly around your fingers. instead of sliding in and out, you just curled your fingers towards her g-spot, causing tears to pool in the corners of her eyes. 

your tongue flicks her clit harder as you pick up stamina inside of her, she was paralyzed with pleasure, stiffened by her orgasm. once she came over the edge, you kept going, harder, faster, quicker, and her body attempted to fold but you did not falter. with all her strength she uses her hands to lift your head, but her body is weakened. 

you pull your fingers out, causing a pop and she lays, eyes wide looking at the mess you made. she just lies breathless and as you crawl up to kiss her, you pat her dampened cunt causing her to yelp before her lips met yours. 

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

Hi El!

I'm so happy for you! 800 followers is great, and I wish you many more!

May I have My Valentine no.2 with Ranpo?

Hand-made chocolate for the sweets fiend, but darling is sweeter?

Please have a lovely day!

Donna 💐

Thank you Donna 🥰

Ranpo x gn!reader*

Navi

Warnings: *i know in Japan women typically gift chocolate on the 14th, but you can just read it as if Ranpo and the reader decided on how to celebrate both valentine's and white day themselves

Wordcount: 300+

Gently, you pried Ranpo's arm off your waist. A whine left his lips as he tried to tug you back into him and a laugh escaped you. You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before finally managing to leave the bed. Immediately, you rushed to the front door. Just in time, it seemed, as the hand of the delivery man hovered over the doorbell. He looked at you in surprise, before suppressing a chuckle as you reached out to take the parcel from his hand and thanked him.

With a boyfriend like yours, it was hard to make Valentine's chocolate for him. You were sure, he long knew your plan, but this way, at least, he wasn't able to eat it yet.

A widely grinning Ranpo awaited you sitting on the kitchen counter, swaying in excitement when you entered the kitchen.

"Jesus, Ranpo!" you exclaimed, hand on your chest. He fully ignored you.

"What'cha got there?" he asked, cheekily. You sighed and walked toward him, pressing a kiss to his lips, and then placing the present into his awaiting hands. For a moment, he chased your lips, eyes closed in bliss. Then, he turned to the parcel, swiftly opening it to reveal a big bar of self-made chocolate with rainbow-coloured sprinkles topping it off.

"Aah," he sighed, as he sunk his teeth unto the sweet. "This is so good, baby, you're so good." Then he perked up as if struck by a sudden idea to slyly add: "The taste of your chocolate is only second to the taste of your lips."

A loud laugh escaped him when you rolled your eyes and he grabbed your waist to pull you against him.

"I love you so much, baby," he sighed against your lips, before forcing himself to pause the kiss and grin at you: "Will you get me chocolate for White Day too?"

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📌 - I think you know who I'm gonna say el oh el (george!!!)

hehe yea! continuing putting one goofy picture and one boyfriend material picture!

Maleeha’s 300 Follower Celebration!!

[castlebyersafterdark]

i think youre right about the bi/gay debate (sorry to bring it to you... im not bringing it in a Im New Here way, but rather an I've been here a while and youre someone i feel safe asking about this, sort of like sitting down at a kindly hot gay wizard's knee and asking for wisdom way hehe.)

HOLY HECK i did not even see the slideshow length, 300?! i know we celebrate the boys here, but when youre compiling like that it starts to feel like compensating for something. and you're right - so far (im about halfway through) ive been asking myself things like 'but why does that make mike bi?' on every other slide. theyre detailing the plot of s4 from mike's pov; things that all bylers agree on, gay and bi truther alike. none of it so far is evidence for bi mike. at one point they say 'theyre not compatible in a romantic relationship, but mike likes kissing her as we can see here...' and this is what has me respectfully yelling HOW CAN WE SEE THIS PLEASE because so much of these discourses is about opinion and subjective interpretation. im about to sound like a nerd: it really makes me miss school. and uni. and debate club. and seminars. with actual discussion and evidence. hell, i even miss english class and writing essays. make a point. provide evidence. follow up with explanation. the teachers actually called it P.E.E.

PEE. amazing.

but youre right, because its ok for everyone to have their interpretations, especially as the show is unfinished! maybe im just endlessly confused by people's need to justify and be right. what is gained? i think i expected too much from the fandom lol, i expected academia. i feel like i get that open-mindedness from some places though, and from you (plus many other treats heh heh). i think i would love to have had you in my uni classes, vinny! youre so interesting and kind.

and im endlessly interested in the sexual attraction vs. love thing, because ive definitely seen people say that sexual attraction isnt needed. aromantic gay folk, etc... i must be honest and say it gets beyond my understanding and i cant form an opinion on that

footnote 1: im gonna finish the slideshow because today i was reading about the Sunk Cost Fallacy and want to be masochistic (only 150 slides left! its ok though, the vast majority are screenshots of the show itself that illustrate... nothing lol)

Hope you two anons don't mind a little three-way action combining this conversation 🤭 just so my blog isn't dominated by this topic with redundant points! I totally don't mind the topic if it's open and friendly and analytical rather than fighty. All good here. Under a cut since this is long and if people want to skip this topic:

"sitting down at a kindly hot gay wizard's knee and asking for wisdom" - Firstly, love that, obsessed with you. And YEAH the number of slides made me irl do that slow blink meme gif, we know the one. I wasn't very compelled. Am I too staunch and biased? It's not that "oh this character must be gay because I'm gay and like Byler" - no? A lot of people like Byler and aren't gay at all. I've been in fandom culture a long time and don't need to project. I just see what I see. I've shipped many things where I knew the characters weren't queer but I liked the idea. This is the first time in a long time that I feel the shipping and analysis collide and can actually be one in the same, a fandom rarity in my opinion and taste in media.

Anyway. A lot of the points for bi Mike overall from many sources of discussion never strike me as evidence he's bi. They could so often go both ways (HA SORRY) to bi vs gay points. And then the gay points tip the scales. So much of the argument is subjective, for sure. But there is coding and hints and arcs that lend solid evidence. His LACK of attraction to women just feels so clear to me when we have soooo much of that with the other male characters? He just acts differently, abrasive to certain concepts. And his relationship with El is a mess. I will feel so odd if we've all analyzed that wrong. All the points about Mike's weird expressions, his awkward physicality with her as opposed to Will, never really seeming all too enthused. It's almost looks like panic sometimes. A lot of what he says that's read as romantic feels like a performance for other people around - MIKE is the one overcompensating here, truly. His defeated facial expression before he says he loved El in the monologue is such a giveaway to me. He's about to lie for his life and hers.

This is what I mean by life and death. Guilt over his new friend dying for them season 1. Anger at Hopper hiding her while he missed her and felt guilt over what happened. Season three conformity and puberty confusion arc, getting mixed up from growing up and trying to be normal. The excitement that yes, I can be normal, this girl likes me. Changing his personality to fit, and overcompensating for not knowing the difference between platonic and romantic feelings for this girl - he struggled with the platonic because he feels he can't have that so his relationship is messy and too physical, not emotional. His mind and body and heart are all at odds. He and El aren't really friends because they haven't had the time or allowed their relationship to be anything but this need to have it be romantic - El's issue, too, with not really engaging with society in a meaningful way. Rambling now. But it's not hard to see if we're paying attention. Haven't even touched on anything to do with his behavior in regards to men or Will - this is already too long.

I think a lot of people will continue to ship what they want regardless of the outcome and honestly - that's fine? What if the worst happens and Mike ends up with El? I will still be a hardcore Byler fanboy until Stranger Things is not a fandom I'm interested in engaging with. I don't really care. I'll forge my own reality through fanfic. I believe those who still want to engage with Mlvn will do so. I can understand why people choose to see Mike as bi. His sexuality isn't canon yet (as opposed to Robin and Will). It's what they're into and HC since we do not know 100%. I'm not so blinded and delusional to not admit that.

Creativity and analysis overall - to anon #1's point. Yes!!! Glad to be enrolled with you at Stranger Things university. I got my little notebook out, overly caffeinated but I'm there for class. I'm the annoying guy interjecting. But I feel like you'd be sitting next to me in lecture backing me up.

and im endlessly interested in the sexual attraction vs. love thing, because ive definitely seen people say that sexual attraction isnt needed. aromantic gay folk, etc… i must be honest and say it gets beyond my understanding and i cant form an opinion on that

I find it fascinating, too! Which is why I try to learn more and more and always try to consider different viewpoints. It's a broken record, but these orientations are totally valid and props to anyone finding what works, figuring themselves out. I don't think everyone is ever going to completely understand every aspect of human sexuality. I don't. I'm always learning. I'm gay and both a hopeless romantic and a guy with a high sex drive so maybe certain realities and lifestyles I don't fully understand the intricacies of - but that's ok. We don't have to walk an authentic mile in each other's shoes, but we do need to respect each other and leave room on the path!! 😁

And a secret 3rd anon appears!! You said please don't post so I won't. But thank you for filling me in on fandom lore. I didn't know all that!!! Yikes babes. I don't like those vibes!!! 🙃 But, that is not my energy, we're all chill and into fun and discussion here. We don't personally have to give weight to every character interpretation but we also don't have to get at each other and blatantly fight. I'm just vibing 😌❤️

[rabbitcruiser]

Day of La Rioja

Day  of La Rioja is a public holiday in La Rioja, Spain, and is celebrated  on June 9 every year. It marks the anniversary of when the autonomous  community of La Rioja’s statute was approved in 1982. This beautiful  picturesque region is known for its lip-smacking red wine and boasts of  over 500 wineries. We firmly believe that there is no such thing as too  many wineries but 500 sounds like a good number. The day is celebrated  with full vigor in the region by organizing various events including  exhibitions of works produced by local artists, traditional and modern  music concerts, sports events, and, of course, cooking up some great  dishes and washing them down with the world-famous La Rioja wine.

History of Day of La Rioja

The  history of La Rioja is marked by territorial disputes and invasions.  The territory of La Rioja was inhabited by the tribes of the Berones,  Autrigones, and the Vascones during Roman times, while in Medieval  times, it was often a disputed territory. After a Muslim Invasion in  711, La Rioja fell into the Muslim domains of Al Andalus. This was  followed by more disputes and invasions, which were then followed by —  you guessed it — even more disputes and invasions.

The territory  was divided between the provinces of Burgos and Soria as recently as the  19th century. Even France had its say. Napoleonic forces took over the  region during the Peninsular War, keeping it with the French till 1814.

Historically,  La Rioja formed part of different provinces in the area but became its  own province in 1833. It was called the Province of Logroño. The  province was renamed La Rioja in 1980, although Logroño is still the  capital city.

Today, this community forms the least populated  region of Spain with over 300,000 inhabitants. It also has its own flag  with the colors red, white, green, and yellow. The residents of this  region take a lot of pride in their land. Other events like the Vendimia  Riojana are also celebrated in the region. It is held during the third  week of September in Logroño to celebrate the grape harvest with  festivities, including a parade of carts and bullfights.

Day of La Rioja timeline

1550 B.C. The Iberian Peninsula

The Bronze Age begins and the El Argar civilization starts to form.

19 B.C. The Romans Take Over

Spain falls under the Roman Empire.

1479 The New Kingdom is Formed

The Kingdom of Spain is formed when Ferdinand and Isabella become king and queen.

1931 Spain As We Know It

Spain becomes a republic.

Day of La Rioja Activities

Visit La Rioja

Bring Spain home

Treat your friends

Take  a trip to La Rioja to see the festivities for yourself. Bask in the Day of La Riojaculture, food, and wine that makes this region so unique.

If you cannot visit La Rioja, then bring Spain to your home. Cook up some delicacies from La Rioja like Patatas a la Riojana, beef, or pork cheeks in Rioja red wine sauce and white asparagus.

Call  your family and friends over and treat them to some delicious food made  in La Rioja style. Open up a bottle of wine while you are at it.

5 Facts About Spain That Will Blow Your Mind

Spanish is widely spoken

The world’s first global empire

The world’s oldest restaurant

Spain has a tooth mouse

More bars than anywhere in Europe

Spanish is the world’s second-most spoken native language.

The Spanish traveled across the world and left their mark on the Americas  and also controlled the Philippines for over 300 years.

Madrid has the oldest restaurant in the world, El Restaurante Botin, which was opened in 1725.

Spain has a unique version of the popular mythical tooth mouse called ‘Ratoncito Perez.’

Spain has the highest number of bars compared to other countries in Europe.

Why We Love Day of La Rioja

The Spaniards know how to have fun

They make some great art

It is beautiful

We  love any reason to have a celebration! La Tomatina and the Haro wine festival are just some of the popular festivals held in Spain.

Some  of the world’s most famous painters including Pablo Picasso, Salvador  Dali, Goya, El Greco, and Velázquez all came from Spain. There is nothing better than appreciating a good work of art.

It  does not matter if you are into food, wine, beaches, history, art, or  architecture — Spain has it all. Spain is such a popular country that in  2018 the country had more visitors than the number of people who live  there!

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50 Most Popular Women In The Entire World

Who are the world's most popular women? Women, like males, are rising in every industry. To help you get to know the world's 50 most popular women, we've included a peek at their careers. Their life journey can teach and put things in perspective.

50 most popular women's names and rankings

1. Oprah Winfrey

On January 29, 1954, Oprah Gail Winfrey was born in Kosciusko, Mississippi. She deserved first place because she was born to a poor young mother.

Although coming from a poor family, she presents and creates TV shows. She writes, acts, and donates.

2. Cher

Cher was born May 20, 1946, in El Centro, California. The media calls her the "Goddess of Pop"—an American actress, singer, and TV personality.

After almost 60 years in showbiz, she has a large following. Her constant experimentation with her appearance set her apart from her peers, making her work never boring.

3. Lana Del Ray

Lana was born Elizabeth Woolridge Grant in New York City on June 21, 1985. She is mainly known for her words, but she also performs well and has created several CDs.

In 2011, her debut track, Video Games, went viral. Her net worth exceeds $30 million.

4. Rihanna

Robyn Few know her real name, Rihanna Fenty. She was born on February 20, 1988, in Saint Michael, Barbados. Her Instagram following is huge. The singer's first two albums, 2005's Music of the Sun and A Girl Like Me, launched her career. She now has $300 million and 92.4 million followers.

5. Kendall Jenner

Kendall Nicole Jenner was born November 3, 1995, in Los Angeles. The list was incomplete without Jenner. Kendall's famous.

Model with over 153 million Instagram followers. Keeping Up with the Kardashians made her famous.

Forbes lists her 16th among top-earning models. She's worth $45 million.

6. Lady Gaga

Gaga's birth name is Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta. Her 2008 debut album, The Fame, showcased her talent. The singer was at conflict with her family since she was a teenager, thus her personal life was a mess.

However, she and her mother reconciled and have a great connection. She is worth $320 million.

7. Justin Bieber

Justin Bieber's inclusion in the world's 50 most popular women seems puzzling. Talent management recognized the Canadian singer-songwriter in 2013. The youngest solo male act to top the charts in 47 years, the singer became a teen idol.

8. Britney Spears

Britney Jean Spears was born December 2, 1981, in McComb, Mississippi. Besides acting, she sings, dances, and writes. Since 1992, much of her entertainment work has been critically acclaimed.

The 2008 album Circus was her breakout. Her fame has made her a media target and involved her in several incidents. She is valued over $60 million.

9. Selena Gomez

On July 22, 1992, Grand Prairie, Texas, welcomed Selena Marie Gomez. She is a famous singer, actress, and composer. The Disney series Wizards of Waverly Place made her famous.

It's also Emmy-nominated. She was Miley's contemporary on Hannah Montana before the programme. She is close to Taylor Swift and has worked in music since childhood.

10. Adele

Adele On May 5, 1988, Laurie Blue Akins was born in London. English singer-songwriter. Hometown Glory, penned by her at 16, was a smash on her debut album, 19.

Her second album, 21, was much more successful. She divorced Simon Konecki in 2019.

11. Madonna

Madonna August 16, 1958, Louise Ciccone was born in Bay City, Michigan. She became the Queen of Pop after going from Michigan to New York City to dance.

Madonna was her breakout album. After that, all of her albums were lauded, and everyone understood she was unstoppable. She's worth $850 million.

12. Beyoncé

Beyoncé On September 4, 1981, Giselle Knowles Carter was born in Houston, Texas. She sings, acts, writes, and directs. She has competed in singing and dancing since childhood. She has worked with Jay-Z and Sean Paul.

She has 166 million Instagram followers. In 2019, she was the highest-paid celebrity.

13. Jennifer Lopez

On July 24, 1969, New York City birthed Jennifer Lynn Lopez. She's been in movies and recorded songs. The most powerful Latin actress, she was the first to charge $1 million for a film.

Few know she excelled in sports as an undergraduate. She's worth $400 million.

14. Katy Perry

Katheryn Elizabeth Hudson was born in Santa Barbara on October 25, 1984. Her 2008 album One of the Guys made her famous despite her 2000 debut.

Her three subsequent albums were well-received, making her famous worldwide. Her Instagram following is 113 million, and her net worth is around $330 million.

15. Shakira

Shakira Isabel Mebarak Ripoll's real name. Barranquilla, Colombia, was her birthplace. She dances and sings. Media calls her the "Queen of Latin Music."

She debuted at 13. After her 1991 and 1993 albums failed, she succeeded. She worked in English and Spanish.

16. Nicki Minaj

Nicki Minaj was born Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty in Saint James, Trinidad and Tobago, on December 8, 1982. Pink Friday, her 2010 first album, topped the Billboard 200.

Her second album also made the Billboard Hot 100 top five. After her back-to-back victories, she kept climbing mountains and is now worth $80 million.

17. Miley Cyrus

Miley Ray Cyrus was born in Franklin, Tennessee, on November 23, 1992. Few know that her parents named her Miley after her childhood nickname Smiley since she smiled a lot.

18. Kim Kardashian West

Talking about popularity requires mentioning the Kardashians. Kim was born October 21, 1980, in Los Angeles. She has over 200 million Instagram followers.

She founded KKW Beauty and KKW Fragrance. She has also starred in great films. She is worth $780 million.

19. Angelina Jolie

Angelina Jolie Voight was born June 4, 1975, in Los Angeles. She is well-liked worldwide, and the media routinely praises her work. In 1993, she debuted in Cyborg 2.

2014. She married Brad Pitt. They divorced. She has achieved much professionally, but her personal life is unfulfilling. Her estimated wealth is $100 million.

20. Paris Hilton

Born February 17, 1981, Paris Whitney Hilton. Paris, granddaughter of Hilton Hotels founder Conrad Hilton, hails from a wealthy New York City family.

Paris, her 2006 record, made her famous in New York. In 2012, Forbes labelled her the most overexposed celebrity due to her scandalous personal life.

21 . Lindsay Lohan

American actress Lindsay Dee Lohan sings. Ford Models signed three-year-old Lohan, who was born in New York City and raised on Long Island. After appearing on Another World at 10, she made her film debut in Walt Disney Productions' The Parent Trap.

Lindsay Lohan, the "Mean Girl," was a 2000s favourite. Health and personal concerns reduced her popularity. She returned to small and huge screens to amazing acclaim. Because some people binge-watch "Mean Girls," she remains among the top 50 most popular ladies on the internet.

22 . Michelle Obama

Former First Lady Michelle Obama is a lawyer, social rights activist, and role model. "Becoming Michelle Obama" topped the NYT Best Sellers list when she began writing and speaking to share her views. She inspires millions worldwide.

The first black First Lady. In her four main projects, she has advocated for healthy families, service members and their families, higher education, and global adolescent girls' education.

In 2010, she founded Let's Move! to fight childhood obesity. Let's Move! aims to reduce childhood obesity in a generation.

Mrs. Obama and Dr. Jill Biden created Joining Forces in 2011 to encourage Citizens to help service troops, veterans, and their families through wellness, education, and employment.

In 2014, Mrs. Obama launched the Reach Higher Initiative to encourage American youth to continue their education after high school, whether at a professional training programme, community college, or four-year college or university.

Mrs. Obama and President Obama launched Let Girls Learn in 2015 to help girls worldwide stay in school.

23. Katy Perry

Katy Perry is a TV judge and singer-songwriter. Since 2008, Forbes has recognised Katy as one of the highest-earning female musicians.

Katy Perry was born Katheryn Elizabeth Hudson in Santa Barbara, California, on October 25, 1984. Her cartoonish aesthetic and catchy, sexually suggestive melodies made her popular.

Southern California raised Katy Hudson, middle child of two travelling born-again Christian ministers. She sang gospel and church hymns since the Hudson family disallowed secular music. She played guitar as a child and launched a music career with a Nashville Christian record label, but her gospel-influenced Katy Hudson (2001) album failed to sell.

24. Kim Kardashian

Kimberly (Kim) is an American media personality, socialite, model, businesswoman, producer, and actor. Since 2017, Kim has focused on her own businesses, KKW Beauty and KKW fragrance. She was reportedly 2015's highest-paid reality TV star.

25. Sandra Bullock

Sandra Annette Bullock was born in Arlington, Virginia, near Washington, D.C. German opera soprano Helga Bullock (née Helga Mathilde Meyer) was her mother. Her father, Alabama-born vocal teacher John W. Bullock, was German. "Gravity" and "The Proposal" star Sandra Bullock made her money over three decades.

One of Hollywood's biggest stars, her films have grossed about $5 billion worldwide. In a young-focused industry, Bullock has landed some of her biggest roles beyond 50. She reportedly received $20 million upfront for "The Lost City," starring Channing Tatum, in 2022.

26. Christina Aguilera

Christina Aguilera is a Grammy-winning singer-songwriter. She sold over 75 million records worldwide. Aguilera is the third female artist and fourth overall to achieve five Billboard Hot 100 No. 1s throughout three decades (1990s, 2000s, and 2010s).

Her six Grammys include one Hispanic Grammy. She is the only under-30 performer on Rolling Stone Magazine's 100 Greatest Vocalists list.

She got the People's Choice Awards' first Music Icon Award in 2021. Aguilera has been Yum! Brands' Global Hunger Relief global spokeswoman since 2009. She has raised almost $150 million for the World Food Program and other hunger relief groups.

27. Jessica Alba

Jessica Marie Alba was born in Pomona, California, on April 28, 1981, to Catherine (Jensen) and Mark David Alba, an Air Force veteran. Her parents are Mexican and Danish, Welsh, English, and French (with Spanish and Indigenous Mexican roots). Her family moved to Biloxi, Mississippi, when she was a baby. Her father's job returned the family to California after three years. When Jessica was nine, they moved to Southern California from Del Rio, Texas. She started attending acting classes at twelve, despite wanting to be an actress since five. She was represented nine months later.

28. Fergie

Fergie is an American singer, songwriter, rapper, and actor. Black Eyed Peas made her famous. "London Bridge," "Glamorous," and "Big Girls Don't Cry" from her debut solo album, The Dutchess, topped the Billboard Hot 100.

29. Pamela Anderson

"Home Improvement" (1991–1999), "Baywatch" (1989–2001), and "V.I.P." star Pamela Anderson (1998-2002). After appearing on the jumbotron at a Canadian sporting event wearing a Labatt's Beer t-shirt, British Columbia native Anderson rose to fame in her early 20s. Labatt's executives hired Anderson as a spokesmodel after being captivated by her beauty. Hugh Hefner of Playboy magazine approached Anderson shortly after she became a beer spokesmodel.

The Pamela Anderson Foundation supports animal, human, and environmental rights activists. The Pamela Anderson Foundation supports environmental education and protection.

30. Betty White

American actress and comedian Betty Marion White lived from January 17, 1922, to December 31, 2021. One of the first women to work in front of and behind the camera, she was a pioneer of early television and entertainment. She worked over 70 years.

White's career spanned more than 80 years, longer than the average American lifespan and several show business geological epochs. In 1939, RCA debuted television at the World's Fair and promised to "unify the life of the nation." White would persevere over the decades, defeating the odds of a cruelly unpredictable business where even genuine stars shine brilliantly for a few years, burn out, fade away, and earn their residual payments.

31. Kristen Stewart

Kristen Stewart, a top-earning American actress, was born in Los Angeles on April 9, 1990. Kristen Stewart's parents are John Stewart and Australian Jules Mann Stewart. Kristen was born into a stage management and filmmaking family.

She is from an award-winning entertainment family. BAFTA and SAG nominations. She is the only American actor to receive a Cesar.

The Twilight Series, featuring Kristen Stewart as Bella Swan, was released in 2007. Kristen's movie performance wowed everyone. The film did well financially and commercially.

32. Ciara

On October 25, 1985, American singer, songwriter, dancer, actor, model, and businesswoman Ciara Princess Wilson was born. Her 2004 debut studio album, Goodies, featured Petey Pablo. Four singles from the album followed: "Goodies" (with Petey Pablo), "1, 2 Step" (with Missy Elliott), "Oh" (with Ludacris), and "And I." "1, 2 Step" and "Oh" both reached at number two on the Billboard Hot 100 and ranked within the top five in the UK, while "Goodies" topped both charts. The album garnered two 48th Annual Grammy nominations and triple platinum recognition from the RIAA. "Lose Control" by Missy Elliott and "Like You" by Bow Wow, both number three Billboard Hot 100 hits, featured Ciara. "Get Up" (with Chamillionaire), "Promise," "Like a Boy," and "Can't Leave 'em Alone" were hits from Ciara: The Evolution, her 2006 second studio album (featuring 50 Cent). The US number-one album was platinum.

33. Hillary Clinton

Hillary Hillary Rodham Clinton, originally Hillary Diane Rodham, is an American lawyer and politician who was Secretary of State under President Barack Obama from 2009 until 2013. Chicago, Illinois, was her birthplace. While her husband, Bill Clinton, was president, she ran the White House from 1993 until 2001. As the Democratic Party's 2016 presidential nominee, she made history.

Hillary Rodham Clinton was a tough and realistic leader, an ardent proponent of social justice and women's rights, and a tenacious and clever politician as First Lady, Senator, presidential contender, and Secretary of State.

34. Aniston

Jennifer Aniston. Friends made her famous as Rachel Green. Jennifer Aniston is a top-earning actress. Her estimated $300 million value is enormous. Bruce Almighty, The Break-Up, Marley & Me, Horrible Bosses, and others have earned Aniston money. She's one of her generation's most popular actors. Before becoming famous, Aniston worked in theatres and odd jobs.

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Último verano

Último verano

Título: Último verano.

Fandom: Marvel, Capitán América.

Pareja: Pre-suero!Steve Rogers X Lectora de los años 40’s.

Palabras: 622 palabras.

Clasificación: B.

Sinopsis: La última aventura tuya y de Steve.

Advertencias: Fluff, nostalgia.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para Essie’s Summer Lovin’ 300 Follower Celebration!! con la frase:

“Escenario: Atrapando libélulas.”

“Tropa: El último Verano juntos antes de tomar caminos diferentes.”

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Habías conocido a Steve Rogers desde que eran niños. Él vivía a dos puertas de tu casa y, desde que tenías memoria, habías sido inseparables junto con Bucky.

Esa tarde, casi noche, estabas sentada en los escalones de la entrada de tu casa, esperando a que Steve llegara. Habían quedado en salir esa noche, una de las últimas del verano. Tus padres no estaban en casa y habías planeado una pequeña escapada al parque que solía ser su refugio secreto. Finalmente, lo viste acercarse. Steve venía caminando con las manos en los bolsillos.

—¡Hey! —saludaste, poniéndote de pie y bajando los escalones para encontrarte con él.

—Hola —respondió, notaste que se veía más cansado de lo habitual.

—¿Listo para nuestra última aventura del verano? —preguntaste.

—Claro que sí. No me perdería esto por nada del mundo.

Ambos caminaron en silencio hacia el parque, disfrutando el ruido que los grillos hacían y las primeras estrellas que aparecían en el cielo oscuro. Caminaron hasta el claro donde solían jugar cuando eran niños, un pequeño rincón rodeado de árboles altos . Te sentaste en el suelo cubierto de hierba y Steve se dejó caer a tu lado.

—¿Recuerdas la primera vez que vinimos aquí? —preguntó Steve, mirando al cielo.

—Claro que sí. Tú dijiste que habías encontrado un escondite secreto —respondiste, riendo ante el recuerdo. 

—Era nuestro pequeño refugio del mundo —dijo Steve en voz baja—. Un lugar donde podíamos ser nosotros mismos sin que nadie nos molestara. Oye, ¿sabes qué quiero hacer? 

—¿Qué? —preguntaste.

—Vamos a atrapar luciérnagas, como solíamos hacer. Será nuestra última cacería del verano.

Te reíste, pero asentiste, Steve se puso de pie y te tendió la mano para ayudarte a levantarte y por un momento te quedaste mirándolo, preguntándote qué harías sin él cuando finalmente se fuera. Juntos caminaron por el parque, buscando las pequeñas luciérnagas, corrían tras ellas, riendo y tropezando en la oscuridad como cuando eran niños. Steve atrapó una luciérnaga en sus manos y te la mostró, su rostro iluminado por la suave luz verde que escapaba entre sus dedos.

—Mira, una más para nuestra colección —dijo con una sonrisa.

—Vas a dejarlas ir, ¿verdad? —preguntaste, fingiendo estar molesta.

—Por supuesto. Siempre las dejo ir —dijo él, y luego abrió sus manos, permitiendo que la luciérnaga volara de nuevo libremente.

Ambos se tumbaron en la hierba, observando las estrellas mientras las luciérnagas volaban a su alrededor. Finalmente, después de un largo silencio, Steve habló.

—Me voy mañana —dijo, su voz apenas un susurro.

Cerraste los ojos, tratando de contener las lágrimas que amenazaban con brotar.

—Lo sé —respondiste, tu voz temblorosa.

—No quiero dejarte —continuó Steve—, pero siento que es lo correcto. Necesito hacer algo, algo que importe.

—Lo entiendo, Steve. Lo entiendo más de lo que crees. Pero no puedo evitar desear que te quedes.

Steve lentamente, se inclinó hacia ti, sus labios rozando los tuyos dulcemente. Cuando finalmente se separaron, ambos tenían lágrimas en los ojos.

—Siempre serás mi hogar, no importa a dónde vaya —Steve comentó.

—Y tú siempre serás mi héroe, Steve Rogers —respondiste.

Se quedaron allí, abrazados bajo las estrellas, sabiendo que esa sería la última vez que estarían juntos.

Cuando finalmente el sol comenzó a asomarse por el horizonte, se levantaron y caminaron de regreso a casa, tomados de la mano, como lo habían hecho tantas veces antes. Llegaron a tu casa y te detuviste en la puerta, sin querer dejarlo ir.

—Te escribiré, todos los días —prometió Steve.

—Y yo te esperaré.

Se abrazaron y besaron una última vez, y luego Steve se giró y se alejó. Te quedaste allí, observándolo, hasta que finalmente desapareció de tu vista.

No sabían que sería la última vez que se verían.

[thetristoneera]

United Assassins Factor

Nineth Goav Sai (Nine Lives, Something of Folklore; Now Cut It Away)

Tyrael Nox > I Became, Rissari Bailon, Gear Rockin, Fingertip Bazooka, Shogunru, Emera Soryn, Drexdurn, Whisker, Death of A Million & Blitzy

Kino El Tsurroro (When You Hear Things of the Wrong, He Will Sweep Them Away)

Devil's Hate > San Junipero, Jonno Ashton, Sunshiny, Empire Styze, Unhappy, Ms Warren, Symphony, Fotizo, Zinaj Gunava & Jam Ragious

After the wake of the Species Wars, several people believed that an order needed to be made. In order to prevent the mass genocide of chipping away all humanoid species. Pride was taken to Pandora's Box to be placed in it, so to speak; so it will never be revered amongst an entire species again. It took the most high, several orders to make this order a possibility. Of those that believe that universal atrocities shouldn't be witnessed again. A prevention order was made under the guise of assassins. Those with the morals of preventing humanoid extinction instances, dilemmas, developments, plans, secrets & executions; are welcome to join the fold when there's an opening. Psychics were given a very distinctive feeling; so that when children go through history. Those that experience the hatred of the Species Wars, give off a very ill feeling; as if they were dying right that instant. To recruit such children for the prevention of that. Those that were hurt the most by this history have been formed into weapons of mass creation & destruction. For the elimination of any type of leader that would provoke another Species War. Tyrael Nox & Devil's Hate are descendants of the families that created the oaths of Nineth Goav Sai & Kino El Tsurroro. Until they grow tired of existing, the ten people under their command will live immortal as well; until their dying breaths. For the protection of tomorrow, with no Species Wars in sight. From their classrooms to Space Colony: Devi Halriona; they have the license to kill to protect humanity at all costs. No matter the small time leaders to any of the world leaders; if a sentiment of destroying all humans, devils or angels is caught; they'll be the executioners no one will see coming. Between Heaven's Hydra VS Hell's Hydra, their hearts, their ten heads; knows no fear, knows no obstacles, knows that they must go extremely hard in the paint so that innocence will live on.

Their culture, the House of Seven; births children with the super powers of Heaven's Hydra. The House of Tabron; births children with the super powers of Hell's Hydra. They act as the two hearts, the two commanders of this order. Their ten underlings are considered heads, they will follow the hearts. For controlled executions, NGS takes the helm; for mass murder, KET takes the helm. The ten heads' ages range from 19 - 300; Blitzy being the youngest & San Junipero being the oldest. Tyrael Nox or Devil's Hate have no intentions of ceasing to exist any time soon. If a psychic were to read their minds, both of them agree they are trying to make it to the 777 year mark; which is something most immortals try to make it to. There are always anomalies that changes everyone's minds. No matter how much trauma they absorb, longevity is in their vision. No matter how many missions have come across their command center; the hundred year olds have longevity in their vision too. All members, since the end of the Species Wars; tend to live on as assassins until they are killed in action. A lot of them have buried their fellow comrades. Every time a new kid is brought into the fold; the celebration is unmatched. As they are presented with so much luxury before they become an assassin; they use that luxury to wash all of their past away. Then kneel down to be sworded into the fold; the oaths are different between the sides but they are one in the same. From then on, the likelihood of them seeing their family again is very low. UAF will become their new family, as they must stay shrouded beyond anyone's eyes or minds. As far as any technological entity sees it, UAF doesn't exist & will be automatically destroyed from the internet; if anyone or any member ever says the order's name. They won't recieve any backlash for saying who they rep, but that's all it is; an urban legend by the word of mouf. To ensure they remain a secret, their base of operation is located within a college on Dev Halriona; where majority of them act like faculty. Now that this briefing is over, yeah; thought you were going to get some personal summaries of each member huh? Nah, just forget you ever read this...

[ell0ra-br3kk3r]

fall is here! kinda sorta... it's still like crazy hot where i live, but my mind is screaming fall so here we are! i can't be the only one who feels like this, haha i also reached 300 followers! but i want to do this rather than a celebration.

fandoms for this event are grishaverse and harry potter! for harry potter please specify which era you want! and please let me know if you have a prefrence of pronouns! if you don't let me know then i'll write it as she/her

i'm not gonna put a set end date on this right now, but i'll give y'all a few days warning before it closes! i will say that i don't plan on closing it for a good bit, so feel free to send in as many asks as you'd like! anyone can participate!! please make sure it's one event per ask tho, thank you

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orange leaves ~ blurb requests! y'all know how this works, send me a song along with a character and i'll write you a small blurb

evening walks ~ send me this along with very specific thoughts you have about different characters, like moments you'd think would happen, and i'll build off of that!

roadtrips ~ tell me your perfect fall day and a character of your choice and i'll build off of your ideas and write a little blurb for you!

pumpkin spice ~ send me a fall-ish prompt of your choice and i'll write a blurb for you!

late night calls ~ send me a trope or au with a character and i'll try writing it!

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all day reading ~ mood boards! send me this with just a character, ship, or character and activity and i'll make you a mood board

apple cider ~ ships! send me your ideal fall day and just some of your favorite fall activities and i'll ship you with a character (please specify gender and fandom prefrence)

lit candles ~ random asks! cym, kmk, or any other random questions or games!

tagging mutuals

@romanticvampire @shyposttree @n0agranger @my-my-only-angel @thehalfbloodedwitch @epaige0914 @kurogue-nine @sirisuorionblack @siriusblackstwin @just-laufeyson @brekkers-desigirl @swanimagines @if-i-were-a-villain @songofpatrochilless @sophierequests @robynlilyblack @maliciousbrekker @writingmysanity @swimmingunknowntimetravel @marauderssimpcuzwhytfnot @masivechaos @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r @magicchai @90sobsseed @lovemenotplz

@bookaholics-stuff

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Mr Brightside

So I noticed a few days ago, that at some point I surpassed 300 (what?!) followers... its a small milestone but considering the last time had taken notice it was at about 43? yeah that's pretty fucking cool! So as a thank you for following my ramblings and stories, here's a little something that's been in my wips for a while- inspired by Azriel’s song 😉

Elriel/ Elucien. Angst. 800 words

The silk straps of Elain’s dress slipped off her shoulder, the smooth skin underneath exposed and glowing in the pale moonlight streaming in through the window of the darkened bedroom.

A breathy little whimper escaped her as hungry lips trailed a path across her collar bones, up her neck, along her jaw. Her head lolled to the side as she allowed the assault on her exposed skin to continue, her mouth falling open in her pleasure. Her dress was pushed further down her arms. The ribbon tied at the front encasing her aching breasts pawed and ripped at with deft fingers, tearing it off in desperation, as finally the material of her gown slipped off her body and pooled at her feet.

Her delicate hand caressed a broad, tanned chest, her fingertips digging into the warm golden skin she found there. The heart beneath her palm pounded erratically in its proximity. A steady chant of mine, mine, mine as it was at long last being nourished with what it had been so desperately yearning for.

Strong arms wound their way around her lithe body, pulling her closer; possessively, hungrily, urgently. There was a frenzied need positively leaking from every interaction, as if they were starved beasts, cruelly being fed only drips and drabs for years upon years until finally being offered this feast of abundant delights.

Elain threaded her fingers through the length of the smooth, silky hair of her lover. But… the hair she ran her hands along, grasped at, was the wrong length. And an entirely wrong shade of auburn. The golden chest she clutched at was unblemished, no tattoos inked for luck and glory. It was all…wrong. So wrong.

No. No!

He couldn’t be here.

Stop—

Azriel bolted awake, eyes flying wide open, breathing coming in ragged gasps. Sweat had soaked his sleepshirt and it clung to his chest uncomfortably as he sat up in his bed at the House of Wind. He raked a scarred hand through his hair as he worked to calm his thoughts.

What the fuck was that. The image of moon white skin intertwined with golden brown flashed in his mind again. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut on the vision. It’s all in your head.

Why in the ever-loving hell was he having dreams of Elain and Lucien? His mind was really fucking with him, and his sanity was teetering on the thinnest of nerves. It meant nothing, surely.

He thought back to earlier the previous morning, when he’d flown down from the House and landed in the gardens at the River Manor to drop reports off to Rhys. When he’d been walking into the estate via the back patio and he’d spotted her, repotting one of her plants. Dirt smeared almost up to her elbows, wisps of golden hair falling from her braid, her cheeks adorably flushed from the mid-morning sun and her exertions. She’d looked positively exquisite.

Lucien had been passing through Velaris from the continent, had been sitting at the edge of the garden doing Gods knows what. But… she’d offered her mate a smile that day. When she’d glanced up from her work and spotted Lucien staring at her, she’d smiled. A small, tentative thing, but a smile all the same.

She hadn’t smiled at him since the Solstice, and she hadn’t ever smiled at Lucien before yesterday… he didn’t think.

Jealousy roiled in the pit of his stomach. It churned to the point where he felt he may be sick. She’d let him go, and it killed him. She’d let him go that night without a backwards glance. She’d let him go, and he should have never given her the opportunity to do so.

He couldn’t blame her. It started off with such innocent brushes of their fingers, small smiles across the room. Had then grown to outward desire on both of their accounts. He had scented her arousal, like the sweetest drug lulling him to utter euphoria, and he hadn’t been able to forget it. He’d wanted to kiss her that night. Mother’s tits he’d wanted to kiss her. He would have voraciously accepted absolutely anything Elain Archeron would have thrown at him. Drank it down without a second’s thought.

And now, here he was. Having nightmares about the woman he loved, tangled with her mate. His mind was torturing him for his idiotic behaviour, his truly moronic actions that lead him to this intolerable anguish. How did it end up like this?

He supposed, he only had himself to blame.

He groaned and fell backwards into his pillow, raking a hand down his face in frustration. If he thought he could get back to sleep tonight, he was sorely mistaken.

It was only a kiss, he thought to himself.

It was only a kiss…

[nezhcs]

CONGRATULATIONS ON 300!!

We're follower twins lol

📚 And 🌟

Thank you so much!!!!!

ajksjd i thought the same thing

📚- Bestieee you're amazingggg. Talking to you is always so so so much of fun. Your blog is a whole ass mood and i love it. I stalk it daily cause its just so relatable- You're so sweet and so nice and i love you bestie <3 Seeing you in my notifs makes me so happy!!!

🌟- You're like panda!! She's really nice if you know her but can also be totally badass if you're rude to someone she cares about!

[billdenbrough]

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[jahayla-parker]

Hehe thank you!!! And send away 💜💜💜

300 Followers and Birthday Celebration!

Thank you all for the support, it’s crazy I have 300 of you on here 💜

To thank you, I’m doing two interactive things:

I will be hosting a voting/poll for you to chose which work will be posted next (minus a few I have queued up already for next few days -mentioned below). These details will be found at the bottom of this post!

The following list has emojis to send in via ask to have some fun and get to know each other more!

Celebration Asks (open until 11:59 November 30 PST):

🎵 send in a song lyric and character for a blurb and/or moodboard (please specify if you want both or only one)

💞send in some details about yourself for who I’d ship you with (if specific universe or set of people/characters, please note this)

📖send in a link to a work you’ve done that you want feedback on

🤷‍♀️ send in kmk, cym, wyr, etc.

👯‍♀️mutuals only: send in for a handwritten note from me to you

🤫send in your anonymous honest thoughts on me or my work, on characters/people/universes I write for, on anything you’d like to get off your chest

🎉send in information about you or an aesthetic of your choosing and a character/person for a personalized moodboard

🤗send in any question you’d like me to answer; about anything!

Poll/Voting Information (Open till November 18th 12pm/Noon PST):

Rules are:

One vote per person

Must be following me

Vote must be submitted by November 18th (Friday) at 12pm/Noon PST to be counted

Options are:

Lying Bastard : Kaz Brekker

Kaz breaks up with reader and sends her away claiming it is because she can’t keep up when it is actually for her own protection. Jesper eventually notices and tells Kaz they need to go and “get his girl back”.

To Gamble or Not to Gamble : Jesper Fahey

Based on prompt of “We can't afford to gamble like this." "Are you kidding? This is the perfect time to gamble."

Disappointed : Preference for Kaz Brekker, Peter Parker, and Jesper Fahey

Based on prompt of: "I mean, what did you expect?" “Nothing. And I was still disappointed."

Game Over : Preference for Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Kaz Brekker, and Jesper Fahey

Based on prompt of: "You're supposed to be dead!" "Yeah, sorry about that."

Cannot Be Broken : Tom Holland

Reader is Tom’s gf and she ends up injured due to a fan interaction (protective Tom)

Crushing Plans : Peter Parker

Reader is classmate of Peter’s and has a crush on him. Peter has to chose between y/n and MJ. Reader is a good witch and helps Peter during the events of Far From Home.

Dents & Dinners : Tom Holland

Tom takes reader out to dinner after he hits her in the head with a golf ball.

Instant Support: Harrison Osterfield

Reader is in a long distance relationship with Haz but supports him when he experiences a loss and he returns the favor when she loses someone close to her.

Comfortable: Austin Butler

Reader and Austin have been dating for awhile and y/n notices he is beginning to worry too much about his appearance and fame, prompting her to press for a night in just the two of them in comfortable clothes.

Happily Ever After Series : Harrison Osterfield

Series will cover Proposal, Family and friend reactions, Blurbs on bachelor party and best men, Wedding planning, wedding day

Happily Ever After Series: Tom Holland

Series will cover Proposal, Family and friend reactions, Blurbs on bachelor party and best men, Wedding planning, wedding day

“Til Death” Happily Ever After Series: Kaz Brekker

Series will cover Proposal, Family and friend reactions, Blurbs on bachelor party and best men, Wedding planning, wedding day

Warmth : Tom Holland

Autumn prompt where Tom encourages reader to change out of her wet clothes

Halloween Treats: Tom Holland

Tom and reader end up having a make out session while trying to pass out candy on Halloween

Risk : Kaz Brekker

Y/n was his greatest risk, but he’d risk anything for her

Burning Vengeance: Kaz Brekker

Reader seeks vengeance on those who wronged Kaz in the past

Getting Personal: Tom Holland 18+

Reader is the personal assistant for Tom and they start a sexual relationship

Stuck : Kaz Brekker

They were stuck together for better or for worse, no matter what demons and past lives existed. Kaz was stuck with accepting that y/n cared for him and saw the good in him no matter what.

Never Steal From The Devil : Kaz Brekker x Reader (& Six of Crows x Platonic!Reader)

Someone makes the horrible mistake of kidnapping y/n and has to learn firsthand why you never steal from the devil

Wips that are not open to voting

Under The Weather : Freddy Carter

Freddy takes care of a sick reader.

Not an option as already scheduled

TikTok Prank Preference of “Stuck tampon” for : Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Sam Holland, Harry Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Kaz Brekker, Freddy Carter, Jesper Fahey, Aaron Warner, Cardan Greenbriar, Pjn Hawthorne, Austin Butler

Blurb preference with the characters/people listed above based on the viral TikTok prank where the person pretend they have a tampon stuck and need their partner to help them to see how they react.

Not an option as already pre scheduled

Happy Birthday : Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Harrison Osterfield, Nikolai Lantsov, Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Freddy Carter, Austin Butler, Cardan Greenbriar

Blurb and moodboards for how they’d celebrate reader’s birthday and their own.

Not an option as already pre scheduled

Bewitched Love : Peter Parker

Reader from crushing plans x Peter during NWH events

Not an option as this is a part two to Crushing Plans.

Tagging mutuals and taglists: @theslayerofthevampires @galaxyholland @bigbirdstwins @mcushvft @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @justapurrcat @natswifey @directioner5life @ell0ra-br3kk3r @laylasbunbunny @natswife-marvelicious @emmymaehereeeeee @belovedholland @toms-gf @belovedstyles @parkerxreader

[beautifulbows924]

It’s unbelievable to me that I'm here writing this, but it appears that I've reached over 2000 followers.

When I started this blog- I never really thought something like this could ever happen. I can't thank you enough for all your incredible support, kindness, and appreciation. I’ve always loved writing, and having the opportunity to share my work with all of you is absolutely amazing.

I would like to get to know everyone better & spread the love, so to celebrate this important milestone- I’ve decided to host a writing challenge! Whether you've written for years or are completely new to it, feel free to get involved and have a little fun :)

Rules + How to Enter

Reblog this post to get the word around, (you don't have to) but it would be really nice if you did!

This challenge is Moonknight related. That doesn't mean that you can't use any other MCU characters in your fic, but a Moonknight character must be the center of your story.

One person per prompt.

Once you choose, send me an ask (prompt + character) to let me know. Remember, the prompt can be used as dialogue, or you could write your whole story around it. It's entirely up to you.

Feel free to write anything from angst or fluff, to AU or smut, there's no limitation.

Any Moonknight Character- with a Reader insert, Ship, or OC.

Tag me, @beautifulbows924 in the A/N and make sure to put #roses2Kwc in the first five tags.

The minimum word count is 300.

No maximum word count, but if you hit more than 500 words, please use the read more function.

Include any appropriate warnings.

The deadline is May 8th, 2022. I thought it would be nice to celebrate Mother’s day with your stories (especially since it’s my first one), but if you can't make it in on time- don't worry about it. Just send me a message! Trust me I get it, Loki knows how many times I’ve needed more time to finish a fic, and 15 days is a fairly short period of time.

A masterlist of your incredible works will be created once all have been submitted.

Once you've posted your fic, I will reblog it within 24 hours. If I don't, send me a message! I either missed the notification or have been too busy working, so a gentle reminder is appreciated! Additionally, I reserve the right to not reblog any post that goes against the rules.

Prizes

I honestly wasn’t too sure what to do for these, so I hope these seem like fair prizes. If anyone has any other ideas let me know! I really just want to share the love I’ve received and help everyone get their writing noticed!

All entrants: For anyone that takes part in this challenge. I will share one of your fics/works to my page as a thanks and signal boost for getting involved (this is additional to the entry itself).

First-Third place: For the next 3 months (May-July), I'll reblog any fic you write onto my page for everyone to see.

You’ll find all the prompts down below!

Prompts

Angst/Hurt Comfort

“I know that you’re not okay! So stop telling me that you are!” @p-taryn-dactyl + Layla El Faouly

“Are you bleeding?” @takedownshoe + Marc Spector & Steven Grant

“For what it’s worth, I am sorry.” @just-let-me-fangirl-in-peace + Marc Spector (Steven Grant)

“Did you ever realize that by ‘protecting me’ you were hurting me? Or did you just not care?” @curezephyr + Khonshu

“I’ve always wondered why you chose me… And now, I know that all of it was a lie.” @xxfillerxx + Steven Grant

“I’m not the type of person you should give your heart to.”

“Why do you always get into situations like this?”

“Tell me if it hurts.”

“Just go.” + “Go! Before you ruin anything else.” @bloodmoon-bites + Khonshu

“You’ll find someone better than me, I promise you that.” @darklyndivinely + Marc Spector

“How do you pretend like you’re okay all the time?”

“Let me take care of you, please.”

“Give me one reason to stay.”

“I’m sorry I yelled at you like that.”

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go.” @zephyrmonkey + Steven Grant & Marc Spector

“Why do you sacrifice so much for me?”

“We could have been happy.” @davosmymaster + Steven Grant (Marc Spector)

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.”

“It’s okay.” + “I know you don’t love me like you do her.” @bibli0thecary + Steven Grant & Marc Spector

“Did you think I’d let anything happen to you?”

“I didn’t want you to hate me too.”

Fluff

“Why?” + “Because I’m in love with you.” @elliaze + Marc Spector

“You don’t think you went just a little bit overboard?”

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” @necromancer04 + Khonshu

“You’ve never called me that before, I like it.” @dearlawdimasimp + Khonshu

“Are you asking me on a date right now?” @xbamboowishesx + Layla El Faouly

“I always fumble over my words when I’m around you.”

“How many love letters have you written for me, just to keep them to yourself?” @darkened-writer + Steven Grant

“Was that your first kiss?”

“Stop laughing at me.” @dearlawdimasimp + Marc Spector

“I didn’t mean to say it- but yeah, I love you.”

“I trust you.”

“Friends don’t look at each other like we do.” @qjuiq-writings + Steven Grant

“It terrifies me- the things I’d do for you.”

“I can’t say it back, but I need you to know I feel the same way.” @startrekkingaroundasgard + Steven Grant

“You’re putting me to sleep, stop it.” @nyx-aira + Layla El Faouly

“Do I make you nervous?”

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Sorry- I know I’m talking too much.” + “No, not at all. Keep going.” @ahkillese + Steven Grant

“I will always keep you safe.” @raelwrites + Marc Spector

“I didn’t expect to get this attached to you.” @lilredniki + Khonshu

“I’m not sick because it’s cold outside, that’s just a myth.”

Smut

“If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs.” @stitched-mouth + Layla El Faouly

“Just friends- Do all your friends make you feel hot and bothered like this? Do they make you moan like this?” @dilfdarling + Layla El Faouly

“Did I say you could stop?” @gummywurme + Khonshu

“You better watch your fucking mouth.”

“Shh, you can take it.” + “You’re doing so well.”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“You look so pretty like this.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“Don’t be shy, sit on my face.”

“Did you just moan my name?”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

“I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Stop distracting me.”

“There’s so many things I want to do to you.”

“You don’t have to be gentle, I won’t break.”

“Beg.”

“Don’t hide yourself from me.”

“Against the window? Are you insane!?”

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Sending my love to each and everyone of you, good luck!

I can't wait to read what you write and if you have any additional questions feel free to send me an ask or message!

Tagging a few people I thought might want to participate:

@raelwrites @darkened-writer @elliaze @n1ght5h4d3-24 @qjuiq-writings

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300 Follower Celebration!

Oh gosh, so I got 300 followers! Which is super cool and I want to do something fun in celebration of it, so I'm doing another drabble event 😆 Starting JULY 16, I’m going to write a SamBucky drabble every other day based on ONE OF THESE PROMPTS that you can send to me via ask:

"Did we just kiss?" - Prompt 2

"Are you two holding hands under the table?" - Prompt 3

"You okay?"

"We could practice kissing... if you want." - Prompt 8

"I don't want to be alone."

"Want to help me fix the boat?"

"Be one with me." "No."

"I didn't expect to see you here."

"I had a dream about you." - Prompt 1

"Don't hate me."

"Really, I'm fine."

"It's just a little curse. It should clear up... soon."

"I'm not leaving you here."

"Where are the cats?"

"I need to get better at running in heels." - Prompt 11

"We're going to be late."

"No, we're in sync." - Prompt 12

"What are you saying?"

"That's not Figaro."

"I wouldn't say perfect."

"You've caught me at a really bad time." - Prompt 13

"Why are you here?"

"You'll never guess what Sarah told me last night."

"Well, well, well."

"Was that a scream?"

"That looks suspect." - Prompt 9

"Well, this is new."

"How did we get here again?"

"No time to explain! Make out with me." - Prompt 4

"I don't know what to do with you." - Prompt 10

"Nope."

"You're just so..."

"How much of that did you hear?" - Prompt 6

"Come here."

"Oh, wow. You weren't kidding."

"It's relaxing."

"My back's killing me."

"You need the 'you' time."

"Give me the remote."

"What do you want me to do?" - Prompt 14

"You first."

"This is how I die."

"So, you're saying this all started in El Paso?"

"Just. Perfect."

"I've never seen a real-life dragon before."

"Wow."

"Do you trust me?" - Prompt 7

"Stop that, you dork."

"Why's there a chicken?"

"I just need you right now." - Prompt 5

Send me via ask the prompt you’d like to read and I’ll write a drabble about it during this event!