#fic: distractions

[lucienarcheron]

Tales of the Fox & the Fawn - XXII

Season II - A series of snippets to fill my Elucien heart.

Masterlist

Distractions

It was a true indication of how good Nesta’s recommendation was that Elain didn’t notice for how long Lucien had stood there. 

Engrossed in the suspenseful read, Elain was draped across their bed, her eyes going as fast as they could. She didn’t notice the predator that stood in the doorway of their bedroom, watching her reading in her shorts and t-shirt.

It was her bare shoulder, the soft skin peeking out as the shirt slipped off her shoulder that seemed to snag his attention. She was truly swimming in it and Lucien…well Lucien happened to wonder some things.

Elain let out a squeal at whatever she was reading and when she turned her body, trying to get more comfortable, she finally noticed him standing there and let out a yelp.

“Lucien!”

He tilted his head, a small smile on his lips. “Elain.”

She blinked at him behind the book and finally noticed the way he was standing, so fox-like she could practically see his ears twitch. 

“Is something wrong?”

“Yes.”

With that one word, he launched himself at her and Elain burst out laughing as he nuzzled his head into her chest. She sighed dramatically, slipping her bookmark into the book and closing it. 

“What are you doing you ridiculous —”

“I was wondering,” Lucien began, pulling at the loose hem of her shirt. “How nice it would be if, instead of your shoulder being exposed like this, it was your beautiful breasts.”

And he yanked the shirt down to do exactly that.

“Lucien!” Elain reprimanded with a laugh, smacking his hand away. “You interrupted my reading for this?”

His only response was to plant kisses on her collarbone and Elain rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know why you even like them that much. They’re small.” Elain said, pursing her lip.

Lucien let out a noise of disapproval and looked up at her. “Elain Archeron-Vanserra.” he stated. “Body positivity is the only kind of body talk we have in this household. I have a metal eye, would you like it if I went on and on about how hideous I look?”

“I’d beat you up. You are not hideous. You are hot.” she immediately replied and he waved a hand.

“There you go. I love these girls.” he said, cupping them and Elain giggled when he squeezed them gently. “Just like I love every inch of you.”

“As I love every inch of you, handsome.” she replied, kissing his forehead gently. “If I let you play with them, can I finish reading?”

Lucien smirked. “You can try. But I plan to distract you very quickly.” 

Elain quirked a brow and humphed, ready for the challenge but Lucien knew his mate too well. And true to his word, his promise of distraction came through as swiftly as anticipated.

[jungkookfanfictionhappy]

love me some boob love

distractions

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

summary: “Soft.” / “No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.” tags: gamer kook, soft bf jeon, extensive knowledge of the MCU (Mario Cinematic Universe) warnings: nsfw; mostly tit play, dry humping, slight praise, jizzing in ur pants like ur fifteen again wc: 3k barely 

when u have 34827 other fics to finish but ur brain hyper focuses on this image at 1 in the morning. not proofread bc idk ppl 

ty for all the nice comments on skirt chasers btw<333

There were a lot of things about Jungkook that you didn’t learn until you were official. Like the fact he rarely matches his socks unless they’re cool socks. Or that he prefers his pancakes pre-drizzled with syrup. Not necessarily bad things, just aspects the general public wouldn’t normally see. In fact, the worst “trait” you’ve learned about Jungkook in the past year is how easily distracted he can get. Nothing crazy, just tiny actions, like forgetting to eat for three hours because he refuses to leave his Wii until he can beat the guys in three rounds of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate in the Mushroom Kingdom stage. Strangely specific, but it’s Jungkook and you’ve long since learned he’s an enigma.

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[keferon]

......So originally I wanted to make just a sketch of the hug scene but mhmgkhllgkh here we are haha

Based on Mistakes on mistakes until

+ close ups of their eyes because I sprinkled them with the tiny extra details

[starrywilliams]

thinking about mean abby sjdjdjdb

“wishing you hadn’t been such a brat earlier now, hm?” she said, voice slightly hoarse. her hips were flat against yours, strap deep inside you - motionless as her hands sat tightly fixed on your waist, refusing any movement from your desperate hips. “please? fuck, i’ll do whatever you want.” you pleaded, trying to keep as still as possible hoping that may please her. “anything?” she hummed, half to herself and half to you. “anything, please-“ you mumbled breathlessly, “i just need-” your words were cut off by the quick withdrawal of her hips, leaving you empty and gasping. “am i supposed to care about what you need? been teasing me all day, playing your slutty little games - you didn’t care how i felt then, did you baby?” she cooed, a sadistic smile crawling up her cheeks as she stared down at your pathetic writhing body. you tried to argue your case, tears dripping over your waterline as you shifted helplessly against the air. “no you didn’t.” she shook her head, wearing a malice-tainted version of your desperate expression as she mocked you; a blunt laugh echoing out of her chest. “please, i’ll be good from now on.” you whined - already knowing it would be hopeless. “oh i’ll tell you if you’ve been good. do what i say and be the obedient little slut i know you can be, then i’ll decide if you’ve been good enough. yeah?” you forced down a sob, nodding at her as you tried to prepare for what you had just gotten yourself into. “don’t look too scared baby, i don’t bite - at least not hard.”

[hello-sweetheart]

You know that trope where Person A thinks Person B is just being nice but they’re actually flirting. What about the opposite? Person A misreading their behavior and being the only one falling impossibly in love.

Clumsy in Love part 1

Eddie really is just that nice and friendly, but Steve is convinced that Eddie is flirting with him. He’s flirting back, less confident and more subtle than he usually would, but he’s never liked a guy that way.

Not in a way that made him really want to spend every waking moment just hearing them ramble. Not in way that made Steve want to keep him the way he wants to keep Eddie. Everything is so new. It feels, delicate. Precious.

His heartbeat quickens each time Eddie leans into his space and it’s been happening all the time now that Steve worries he’ll develop a heart condition if he doesn’t deal with it soon. When Eddie laughs and leans his face closer to his own, looks into Steve’s eyes through those lashes in a way that Steve can’t help but take a quick glance at those lips curled is mischief.

He’s always so happy to see Steve, wasting no time in bouncing his way to greet him and pull him into the conversation with an arm slung around his shoulder. Then there’s the moments of shared glances when someone says something particularly astounding. And how Eddie will make his way into Steve’s space when they sit together, throwing his feet in his lap or leaning into his side.

Sure, Eddie is friendly but not to this extent. Not with everyone else. Steve feels it. Knows it. That electricity between them that makes this thing between them different. Special.

But one day (another that Steve spends trying to work up the courage to do something), they’re in the city shopping for music in an alternative store that’s tucked away. Steve is talking to Eddie, giddy and happy because it just them today, and Eddie is nodding along while he browses through the tapes and then,

Eddie looks up and stills, eyes widening just a bit. And Steve is still rambling along, but he can tell his words are just going through one ear and out the other. He trails of caught in the middle of his story because he’s never seen this look on Eddie face.

Eddie’s mouth is slightly agape, eyes alight caught in wonder and soft as he looks at something across the room and when Steve turns to see what caught his eye���

A guy stands a couple tables away looking at some vinyl and shyly smiling at Eddie in small glances. He’s a bit taller than them, dressed in black with a couple of piercings decorating his face, the sides of his head shaved short. Attractive, dementor coy and kind.

His heart skips a beat again, but it feels different this time.

Steve looks back at Eddie whose cheeks are slightly dusted in pink.

“Eddie-“

Eddie takes his lower lip between his teeth before smiling back at the guy and continuing without casting a second glance at Steve, “yeah, uh, give me a second, okay?” And he’s crossing the room without waiting for a response.

His chest. It feels…

Like those few seconds before plummeting down a rollercoaster… when your way up high, at the very top, the moment still with the anticipation of the fall, and there’s nowhere else to look but down.

You finally plummet and caught in the whiplash thinking you must have left your heart back at the top.

There’s static there on the bottoms of his feet and at the palm of his hands. The world goes a bit distant as he watches them.

Eddie’s leaning against the wall with a sultry smile adorning whatever sweet words he’s speaking.

Steve’s drowning in the honey, it’s palpable. doesn’t know if it’s better or worse that he can’t hear the words.

Eddie’s fiddling with a curl that’s draped over his shoulder, pulling it slightly over his face like a young school girl.

Steve doesn’t think he’s ever seen Eddie appear anything but confident and loud; the image of the person in front of him is foreign, strange.

Eddie’s speaking to him but his eyes are locked on the guy’s lips that are wet from the tongue that peaks to briefly lick them as he listens.

Eddie’s shoe is nudging the guys own, as he talks, playful.

Oh.

Oh.

Mouth dry, Steve’s throat clicks.

It’s hard to swallow.

Part 2

[abusivelittlebunny]

Can't believe Ferrari is taking away Charles' emotional support dom top...

(Based on the iconic image of Carlos squeezing Charles' thigh like he's his groupie and Charles looking like he's imagining those big hands parting his thighs forcefully and wreaking havoc inbetween)

[help-itrappedmyself]

Dead on Main AU

Masterpost

Guys, I'm so sorry. But here's this!

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Danny blinks and he is somewhere else. He’s sitting at a dining room table, surrounded. There are so many people here. They’re all talking over each other, some yelling, some laughing. This scene comes as a great surprise to him, who -one blink ago- was trying and failing to do his homework at home in his room. Danny shoots up, his chair making a horrible noise as he pushes it away so fast it tumbles over. Everyone in the room turns to look over at him like he’s insane. 

“Oh my god, who are you people?” Danny did not mean to say this out loud, but at the sound of his voice he startles. Danny takes a moment to assess, and then, “Oh my god who am I?”  He is tall, and big, and this is certainly not his body, what is he wearing.

The boy sitting to the right of Danny, a little shorter than he is, with black hair and blue eyes (though now that he’s paying attention that does describe most people in the room),  starts chuckling lightly. “Uh, Jason? Are you good?” 

Danny turns to stare him right in the eyes. “What day is it?”

And he can tell the concern around the table is just ratcheting up every time he opens his stupid mouth.

“Did you hit your head on patrol?” The voice comes from the only blond and one of the only girls in the room, who's to the left of the person across from him. The person across from him is another boy with black hair and blue eyes who is studying Danny in a way that makes him uncomfortable, that under-a-microscope look that makes you feel like you’re failing at something.

“I have no idea if Jason hit his head.” Danny says. “I was just trying to remember if it was my birthday.”

And if he thought the room was busy when he first arrived here it is absolute pandemonium now. Everyone starts shouting and asking questions that he can’t even hear over the shouting. Someone with white hair in a suit just came through a door he didn’t even see earlier to stand by the only person not shouting, who -Danny would guess- is the only other adult in this room, witting at the head of the table. He also has black hair and blue eyes, and where almost everyone else’s reaction was panic, he froze instead. The person across from Danny also isn’t shouting, but the person next to Danny on his right has now fully stood up and looks like he might actually jump across the table to win the argument he ended up in. 

“Are you Jason’s soulmate?” is the main gist of the shouting that Danny can interpret but he’s more concerned with actual Jason at the moment. If they switched bodies... Then Jason might be in trouble…

“Hey, I forget, how long is this body swap supposed to last again?” Danny asks.

“Until you and Jason have physical contact. You have to actually meet.” The boy sitting across from him explains. He seems like one of the only ones that heard Danny talk, everyone else was still shouting. 

“Oh, that just seems terrible. What if we’re in different countries or something?” Danny complained. “Everyone in the world is just supposed to be able to drop everything and afford to fly across the world. The universe is really trying to screw people over now. Honestly, am I in a different country? Where even are we right now?”

“You’re in Gotham.” This voice was new, coming from the head of the table to Danny’s right. 

“Oh no. Nope.” Danny started backing away from the table, almost tripping on his overturned chair. “Absolutely not, no, how do I get out of here?” He starts earnestly looking for a door to get out of this place, but there are three doors he can see and he has no idea where any of them go, and doesn’t this room have any windows? What kind of a room doesn’t have any windows? Do they like to eat in a basement?

“Jason- not Jason. Uh, you need to calm down, everything will be fine alright, We’ll get you and Jason introduced no problem.” Danny swivels to track the voice and it’s the one who was sitting next to him, he’s walking towards him with his hands up and out in front of him. 

“I have to get home.” Danny breathes. 

“We can get you there, promise. Now, I’m Dick, can you tell me your name?”

“Your name is Dick? Who named you Dick?” Danny is so confused he’s stopped panicking. “How old are you for you to go by the name Dick?”

“Okay, rude.” Dick sounds like a petulant child so Danny’s estimations for his age are continuously dropping. “I’m 24.”

Danny snorts. “Okay.” The blond girl starts laughing over at the table. “I’m uh, I’m Danny.”

“Nice to meet you. Sort of. I’m Tim.” The guy from across from him had made it over to stand next to Dick. “There’s a lot of us here today so the one laughing like a hyena is Steph. That one there is Duke.” African-American, still with black hair but he has brown eyes and waves once introduced. “Damian is the short one next to him, and Cass was sitting across from Dick earlier. Our dad, Jason’s dad-” 

“Not my dad!” Steph interrupted. Tim waves her off.

“Everyone but Steph's dad, is over there, Bruce. Alfred, our butler is the one next to him.” Alfred gives a slight nod to his head. Bruce is just staring at him.

“So, names out of the way. You said you wanted to go home, where do you live?”

“Amity Park.”

[syrasenturi]

so crazy and cool how they don't talk about this ever at all

[kens-ramblings]

so ik it’s not cannon accurate but,,,

i need a fic of tim just crashing out.

like he gets so sick of like damian and jason talking about how weak he is and shit like that that he’s like “yall realize lady shiva was my one of my FIRST teachers, and i was the first robin she trained. i had to train under b AFTER he already lost a robin. you DONT think he was 10x harder on me than any of you guys???? there’s a reason my training videos are mainly redacted without bruce’s or my permission. i got ra’s al ghul BEGGING ME to join his league or have my children. i get gifts from him WEEKLY. do you KNOW how many of his little ninja i fight per DAY??? nahh im sick of this shit let’s take it to the mats” and just demolishing both of them at the same time.

i just think it’d be very funny. i just like fics of people who pretend to be weaker than they are(or they just never really have a reason to go full tilt so they just don’t) get sick of holding back and just losing it :D

[valewritessss]

Headcanon that Percy shows Annabeth the Home Alone movie because he thinks she would like the traps and all that but he forgets about the spider scene and it nearly puts Annabeth into a coma

[nshi-ao3]

[sapphicseasapphire]

Perpetually making fanart of @tashacee and @a-manicured-lawn’s Idolatry instead of actually working on my comics. I’M FINE

Statue man. Man that is stone. Statue made of stone man. Man made of statue stone. Statue man.

[keferon]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH

[wannaeatramyeon]

Goo Kim x Reader: Phone Call

G/N. Silly. Fluffy. Masterlists

"How's my favourite person doing!" Goo chirps down the phone.

"Fine."

A pause. "Aren't you going to ask how your favourite person is doing?"

"No. I don't have one."

A beat, a blink.

"Your favourite person is me, right?"

"Nope."

"No?"

"Nope." You repeat, matter of fact and popping the 'p'.

Goo pulls a face. It's not that he particularly cared who your favourite person was before, but now that you've spelt it out clearly that it isn't him - he discovers that he cares a whole damn lot.

"Sweetheart," he begins and he knows this is embarrassing to ask,  "it's definitely not Gun... Right?"

"Gun?" He can hear the smile in your voice, "I mean, I think Gun is pretty nice."

"Nice?!" Goo's voice has already risen by a couple dozen decibels and he is this close to shrieking. He can't tell whether you're being serious or not. Who in their right mind would describe Gun as nice.

"Is that pretty head of yours just for decoration?" He asks, sour and incredulous at your response and you chuckle down the phone.

"I think he's nice."

Goo imagines you shrugging as you answer. Nonchalant and casual, probably doing something else like keeping one eye on a shitty kdrama playing because this conversation is silly to you yet your playful taunts and teases make him feel like punching someone.

Someone whose name starts with Gun and ends with Park.

"Cupcake," Goo figuratively and literally swallows his pride. He grits out his next words. "You like me more than him, right? I rank much higher on your list of favourite people than him, right?"

You hum a response. Neither a yes or a no and Goo wants to tear his beautiful, perfectly styled blonde hair out.

"Maybe." A crunch.

And it becomes apparent that Goo really is correct. You're munching on some potato chips, something you like to snack on as you watch your favourite dramas. Your concentration split between some trash on the screen and this conversation which actually matters. It's of utmost importance. A matter of life and death.

Goo feels a tantrum coming on.

"Ok," you admit with another crunch, "I guess I do like you better."

And just like that, Goo's bitterness and annoyance completely evaporates. It's replaced with insufferable smugness and a surge of affection for you.

"Thought so," he smirks, ignoring the relief that floods his entire being and the blood that rushes to his cheeks.

You snort down the phone and deadpan, "Did you now."

"Of course. Never doubted your good taste."

"Sure. Now why did you call me?"

"I-" Goo starts and his mind blanks. He had completely forgotten.

A pause, a crunch.

"Call me back when you remember," you say, hanging up the phone, cutting off Goo's whines and protests as you shove more chips into your mouth.

[bewaryofpity]

i can’t get the thought out of my head of bsf!luke bringing you to the team’s christmas party as a plus one and immediately getting jealous.

maybe he comes to pick you up and he already feels his neck blushing because you look so beautiful and cozy, and suddenly he doesn’t want to go to a stupid party anymore, he just wants to cuddle with you.

but you go anyway and he doesn’t leave your side one second. arms wrapped around your waist, tugging at your sweater to grab your attention because why are you talking to nico when he’s right there.

and he is a little bit jealous when later in the night you’re separated. nico is making you laugh and now he’s offering you a drink and now he’s standing too close to you.

“can you please not kill our captain with your eyes?”

“what you’re talking about?”

luke turns around to jack who’s already smirking wide because he knows and he also knows that nico's onto your plan of getting luke to finally admit his feelings.

“you’re jealous.”

“am not!” luke pouts, “okay, yeah, maybe a little.” and jack chuckles, his brother a little tipsy now that it’s nearing the end of the night.

meanwhile you’re on the other side of the room chatting away with nico, frustrated that luke hasn’t done anything yet and you're so close to abandon your plan.

“i should’ve put up a mistletoe somewhere.” he suggests but that wouldn’t have helped because luke is shy and he would never kiss you when everyone’s attention is on him, not for the first time at least.

and luke can't bear it anymore when he sees you giggle at nico again, so he uses that little courage he has in his body and finds the stupidest reason to get you away from him.

"let's get you a refill"

"but i haven't finished this one yet." and well, yeah, luke notices your drink is still basically full, which is embarrassing, but that doesn't stop him from dragging you away into the kitchen. and thank god he misses the wink nico sends in your direction.

so you sit on the counter, waiting as he's looking intensely at whatever is in the fridge because he can't mess this up, he needs to think thoroughly and the small dose of alcohol in his body isn't helping either.

"so, i was thinking of asking nico on a date."

"absolutely not."

when he turns around he thought you'd look confused but you're smirking at him like you already know the reason why he's acting so weird.

"what? you don't think he's good enough for me?"

and he mumbles something you can't understand as he places himself between your legs, head resting on your shoulder, making you laugh.

"you're jealous for no reason, lukey" you say as you take his face in your hands and he's so confused, yet he's looking at you with that lovesick look in his eyes that makes your heart jump.

"i'd rather go on a date with someone else anyway"

and he looks so cute, all clueless and cheeks red from the alcohol, or maybe from jealousy, letting your thumb brush against them.

luke's eyes widen when you keep looking right at him with a loopy smile on your lips and oh thank god he finally got the message.

"are you gonna kiss me or do i really have to do everything myself?”

"yeah sorry, sorry" he whispers before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, ever so sweet and delicate, just like luke, and just like you.

[ahhrenata]

for @hamartia-grander ‘s fic Another Time 🧡

this scene in the epilogue got me 🙃 i love them.