#hmm I might change those tags

[asexualjedi]

Going around my room snooping around as if this isn’t all my stuff but hey I moved out uhh like over a year ago and I know I like organized all this stuff pretty thoroughly over the years and I was like interested to see what I had squirreled away. And look I found some sketches of Percy Jackson from my DND notes in 2020

I feel like I’ve lost this cartoony style which is weird this was my default drawing style lol like obviously influenced by like other styles David Aja you’ll always be famous. But blast from the past. I need to doodle cartoony more

[stunie]

“THAT WASN’T MY NAME.”

WINDBREAKER BOYS + SAYING THE WRONG NAME. ft. hayato suo, kaji ren, nirei akihiko, & sakura haruka x f!reader

content: explicit smut (18+), fellatio, overstim, choking, teasing, (kind of) brat taming, multiple rounds, mentions of creampies, usage of pet names, individual tags below.

mdni - 1.5K wc. filled request!

HAYATO SUO. very mild brat taming, usage of pet names

“Oh? That’s not like you, love.”

His gaze remains gentle, eyes intent on watching the way your cunt flutters so desperately around his length, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips to try and pull him deeper inside— but he doesn’t let you, of course.

Suo has always been a tease. He likes to get you pent up like this, get you needy and frustrated until you’re clutching onto him and whining for him to stop and give you more, but he admits that he may have gone just a little bit too far today.

He’s brought you to the point where you’re moaning his friend’s name just to pull a reaction from him, and he knows painfully well that it’s your last resort at getting under his skin— because he knows your thought processes and tricks like the back of his hand.

So the fact that it actually worked is just that much more infuriating to him.

“Thinking about someone else? How rude of you.”

The way your walls tighten around his length in response to his change in tone doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and you really couldn’t have been more obvious if you tried.

“Oh, I see.” He continues, pushing himself just an inch or two deeper- just enough to draw a lewd moan from you. “You just enjoy being put in your place, hmm? Is that it?”

The way your eyes widen at such a suggestion is almost endearing, your head quickly shaking back and forth as you protest, blurting out a jumbled mix of “of course not” and “you’re just hot when you’re mad..”

Absolutely anyone could read you like this, especially with the way you’re peering up at him so curiously through your lashes to gauge each and every reaction he might make. He already knows without you telling him that there’s nothing in that brain of yours besides your fantasy of him pounding into you at his full strength, maybe even pinning your wrists above your head while he’s at it.

“You really should have just asked me, love.” Suo’s fingers wrap gently around your neck, a part of him content with the way you perk up in anticipation from something as little as that.

“..Because I didn’t like that act of yours very much.”

He’s thrusting into you once again before you even have time to think, angling himself to slam deep inside as your arms scramble to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer as you yelp. You accidentally pull him deeper inside you like this, and Suo fails to mask the way his face contorts at the sudden tightness.

“O-oh?” His voice holds an unfamiliar breathlessness to it, “I didn’t know you were so needy today.”

“Ah- because it’s so deep!” You stammer, loud moans going straight through his ear. His unrelenting pace is so foreign to you, and you don’t know how he’s still so precise, aiming to pummel the exact spot that has you seeing stars the fastest- and you’re not sure if you can handle this much.

You let go of his shoulders, arms coming to shield your eyes as they roll back into your skull, your back arching in a futile attempt to escape the overstimulation.

“Oh— no,” Suo’s voice cuts through the air. “We won’t do that.”

He’s pinning your hands far above your head in one swift movement, frame towering over yours as he rolls his hips into you harder. “S-suo, it’s too much!” Your words come out slurred, expression contorting with how quickly you’re approaching your high.

“This is just the beginning love. We’re gonna play out all those fantasies you’ve had tonight.” His grip around your wrists tighten slightly. “So no more running from it. Okay?”

KAJI REN. neck kisses, choking (barely), usage of pet names, jealousy?

“Oh.” You turn your head to look up at your boyfriend when his thrusts come to a complete halt at the realization of what you just said. “I meant to say Kaji.”

There’s an uncharacteristically long silence from your boyfriend, the only sound in the room being your giggle as you try and wiggle your ass against his hips to rile him up even more. “Sorry,” your voice shifts to a stifled laugh. “Don’t worry though, I was just kiddin-ah!”

You’re pulled up with ease when his hand wraps around your neck, guiding you back until you’re pressed flush against his strong chest, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder.

“Think you’re funny, huh?” His thumb comes to roughly tilt your chin to the side, letting him grunt into the skin of your neck.

The new angle has you trembling, eyes widening with how much bigger he feels inside you like this. He’s stretching you out so much more than before, his fat tip nestled uncomfortably against your cervix as he holds you in place.

“Real funny, princess.” You hear his click his tongue in annoyance.

The feeling of his breath fanning against your skin has your breath hitching in your throat moments after, his lips just barely ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck. “Got me reall good.” He repeats slowly, lips tantalizingly close to your skin. “I don’t wanna hear that guy’s name leaving your mouth again.”

“Prank or not.”

It’s not like kaji isn’t aware of how silly he looks right now, jealous and angry over a minor prank like this one, but he can’t help it, not with the way the name rolled off your tongue in such a sickeningly sweet way.

He wants to hear you moan his name instead. Wants to hear it again and again until he’s no longer green with jealousy.

A shiver of anticipation courses through your body when he starts trailing wet and sloppy kisses along your skin, each touch sending a wave of pleasure straight through your core. He’s rough with it, a stark contrast to the way his finger is gently circling at your clit, just the way you like it.

“A-ah!” You moan when he starts sucking at the skin, inhaling sharply when he catches a faint whiff of your perfume. “K-kaji, that feels good.”

He almost groans at the sound of his name again. “Again.” He growls, lips returning to give you another mark on the side of your neck. “Say that again.”

You were his- his only, and he was gonna make sure everybody knew that by the end of tonight.

NIREI AKIHIKO. mention of creampies

“S-sorry,” Nirei mumbles. “That was a lot, huh?”

He watches with a heavy blush across his cheeks when your fingers come to collect the cum that he’s shot directly onto your tits, his cock throbbing when you slowly drag your tongue up your hand.

“It’s okay, Sakura. Oh— wrong name.”

He blinks a couple times before his heart sinks into his stomach. His first thought was that he just heard you wrong, but there was just no way that was possible.

“..Sakura?”

His expression shifts from confusion to worry, then to a frustrated pout when you start laughing. “I’m just kidding!” You giggle, laugh trailing off to a concerned hum when his eyebrows stay deeply furrowed.

“Oh? Was that too mean, Nirei?”

You watch him closely when his hands come to pull you by the waist, your own arms coming to wrap around him, but he doesn’t let you. “You know,” he starts, and he’s grabbing both of your wrists before pinning you beneath him, “I change my mind.”

Your tits bounce a bit when your back hits the mattress, your chest still covered in his cum, and he wishes time could stop for a brief second so he could stare and admire you like this for just a little longer without looking like a total creep. It doesn’t help when you’re staring up at him like that too, your mouth still parted to pant lightly from the previous round.

You’re fucked out in the cutest way, and it’s enough to get him hard again.

“…About?” Your words trail off with a hint of uncertainty under them.

“‘M not sorry.” He whispers, groaning when his overstimulated cock slaps against your folds. “Not sorry at all anymore. Gotta shoot it inside next, or this’ll keep bothering me.”

SAKURA HARUKA. fellatio, teasing, his dick is sensitive <3

“H-huh..?”

Your eyes flicker to the way the muscles of his abs flex when he abruptly sits up, deep blush across his cheeks as he watches you bob your head up and down his length in complete and utter disbelief.

“Sorryy,” your voice is a soft and teasing whisper, and you give him that sugary-sweet smile that always kills him in an instant. “Wrong name.”

An awfully casual mistake to make, he thinks.

Sakura is absolutely dumbfounded, forcing himself to try and glare despite the way you have him breathless and trembling underneath your touch, but you’re resuming your movements only a second later, your tongue dragging up his length as if you didn’t just call him someone else’s fucking name just now.

“H-hey.” He can barely choke out a word with how good your lips feel around his dick, and he’s trying to reach forward and pull you off of him, struggling to blurt out a “S-stop that!”

But you’re suddenly taking him deeper, letting him in your throat until your nose pokes at his skin, and he groans loudly at the feeling of your throat around him.

“Ah— shit..” his mouth falls open when you moan into him, vibrations of your voice forcing his hips to jerk up against you.

“You— you just…” he’s trying, trying so hard to get a word out, but you’re such a fucking tease. Your head bobs up and down a little faster, tongue flattening to glide perfectly around his thickness, and the way his quads start trembling doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

He’s getting close.

The lewd ‘pop!’ your mouth makes when you let him go only deepens the furious blush across his cheeks, and he wishes he didn’t make the mistake of looking down and catching a glimpse of you rubbing his pre-cum off your bottom lip with your thumb.

“I was just kidding.” You smile when you notice his attention is back on you, even if it’s only for a brief moment before he’s tearing his gaze away. “But the face you made was real funny.”

His expression switches to an angry scowl— as angry as he could possibly look after you’ve reduced him to nothing but a panting, flustered mess beneath you. He’s gasping loudly as soon as your hands start to run up and down his thighs, fingertips pressing into him to get a better feel for his muscles.

It’s enough to kill him as is, but as soon as you start peppering his dick with kisses, he feels his patience crumble to nothing.

“Enough,” his voice is just above a shaky growl, nails digging deeply into the armrests besides him, “Needa be inside you— f-fuck. Right now.”

[yanderedrabbles]

Misery - Part Three

Based on Misery by Stephen King

Stuck in the mountains, you foolishly decide to drive through a blizzard. The man that drags you from your wrecked car brings you to his cabin and patches you up. But as the snow piles up outside, you start to suspect that your rescuer's intentions may be far from pure.

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After Andy left, you managed to change out of your clothes. The flannel shirt he gave you was worn down just enough to feel cozy and the smell of his cologne still lingered 'round the collar.

You settled against the headboard and almost dozed off before he came back. He'd taken off his jacket and carried a pile of firewood in his arms. He dumped the logs in the fireplace and stood up, revealing a wife beater and arms thick with muscle. You were right about his strength - his body was just further proof of it.

"Sorry 'bout that. I should have brought some in last night but well..."

He turned to you, dusting his hands. "I got a good look at the situation outside. You might not wanna hear it but we're totally snowed in. Phone lines are down too."

"Oh. I didn't realise it was that bad."

You felt a dull sort of trepidation. Andy had been nothing but kind to you, but being stuck out in the mountains frightened you.

"Any idea when things will open up again?"

He sat down in the chair beside your bed and stretched out. For a second, the only thought in your head was how dangerous and lean he looked. His dog tags caught the light and winked at you.

"Hard to tell. We're far off the beaten path. Only folks nearby are the Roydmans and they're a good few miles off. 'Sides, snows too deep to drive through so even if they clear off the main road, we ain't getting there anytime soon."

You felt your heart sink. "Do you think I need to go to the hospital?"

He raised a brow and skimmed his eyes across your body. "It ain't looking pretty, but I reckon you can handle it."

"Hurts like hell though."

"Sorry princess, but it'll take a while for this sort of hurt to heal. Best I can do is give you something strong for the pain."

Your ankle still throbbed mercilessly and hearing him say that made you all the more aware of it. You searched desperately around the room for a distraction.

The room was much larger than you realised, with a panelled wood ceiling and big bay windows. From your position, all you could see was the sky.

It was comfortable and starkly clean. Oh God, was this his room or a guest room?

"I haven't kicked you out of your room, have I?" you asked, suddenly unsure of yourself.

He grinned and rubbed his jaw. "I reckoned you needed a nice bed far more than I did."

"Shit, I'm so sorry!" Your hands fluttered to your lips. You felt terribly guilty. "I can't imagine how much I've put you out."

He waved you away. "It gets awful quiet up here. You have no idea how nice it is to have company."

His eyes dropped to the shirt you were wearing. "Real nice."

He reached up to play around with his dog tags and you finally noticed the tattoo across his forearm.

"Semper Fidelis?"

"Always loyal."

He reached forward and let you inspect his arm. You took hold of his wrist and traced the tattoo with your fingertips. The words themselves were small and neat, but the rest of it was an intricate pattern of barbed wire that wound round his forearm.

"Did it hurt?"

"Tell you the truth? It stung like a bitch."

He was watching your face and when you looked up at him, your eyes met. Those eyes on the other end of a gun would have sent you running for the hills. You pitied the soldiers that faced off against him.

You let go of his arm and swallowed.

"When did you get it?"

He let his forearm rest next to your thigh.

"When I was deployed for the first time."

He was close enough that you caught the scent of his cologne and the sweet smell of pine from the wood he chopped.

"How did you end up in the Marines anyway?"

"I've got you curious, do I?"

You felt yourself blush. "Maybe a little."

"Hmm." He rubbed at his jaw, like he was trying to rub away a smile.

"Maybe I'll tell you about it someday. For now though, you need to take some tablets and get some sleep."

"But what about you? I've kind of colonised your bed."

"First thing you learn in basic is to sleep standing up. I'll be fine sleeping on the couch. 'Sides, I ain't the one who went crashing off the road less than a day ago."

He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a blister pack of tablets.

"These are Novril. They pack a hell of a punch, so I expect you to sleep through the rest of the day. Best thing you can do right now is rest, got it?"

"Yes sir."

He dropped two shiny white pills into your open palm.

"Good girl. Now drink up."

He passed you a glass of water from the nightstand. The tablets left a slightly bitter taste behind, but you hurt too much to mind it.

Outside, the snow started up again.

You smiled at him. "How am I ever supposed to repay you?"

He studied you for a second.

The shirt you borrowed was missing a few buttons near the top and gaped open just a little at your tits, but you were too drowsy to notice.

He grinned that slow, lazy smile of his. "I'm sure you'll think of something, princess."

You hadn't fully realised just how intimate this all was. You were wearing his clothes. Sleeping in his bed. Entirely reliant on him to take care of you.

He stood up and shook his head.  "You must be hungry. Any requests?"

"Nope. I'll take anything at this point."

His eyes flickered to your chest and then quickly away. "I can make you regret that real fast, y'know."

"Come on, you can't be that bad of a chef."

He huffed and shook his head. "You just sit pretty and I'll be back."

He returned with a bowl of oats sprinkled with brown sugar. His fingers brushed yours when he handed it to you and he lingered for a second longer than needed.

"I'm afraid it's all hospital chow until you're stronger. It's too bad - I make a mean flapjack."

You played around with your spoon and then gave in. Plain oats or not, you needed your strength.

Andy was quiet while you ate, watching the snow swirl across the window.

He tugged at his dog tags again and spoke up, "Does anyone know you're out here? A boyfriend, a sibling, anyone that knows where you were headed?"

You carefully put your empty bowl down on the nightstand. With the tablets, the pain was mercifully retreating. Not gone, never entirely gone, but a tiny bit more manageable.

"No. I wanted to surprise a friend but they don't know I'm coming."

You felt unnaturally drowsy for this early in the day. He must have noticed it because he stood up and gently pressed at your shoulders.

"Lie down and I promise you'll be out like a light soon enough."

You listened to him and found your eyes drifting shut as soon as you hit the pillow.

"Y'know." Your voice was muffled by your pillow. "You're a really great guy."

"Thanks, but save that until after you're better, yeah?"

He pulled the duvet higher and carefully tucked it around your shoulders.

"Not a soul knows you're out here?"

You hummed in agreement. You were almost entirely asleep and barely felt the hand that drifted across your forehead, gently pushing the hair off your face.

"Just you and me, princess."

You didn't hear it, but there was a strange note to his voice. Fear, maybe. Or longing. Hard to tell, with how similar they can be.

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[kortsitron]

Coming Out

✮ PARING Bucky Barnes × Trans Male! Reader

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS 40's, catfa! bucky, supportive! bucky, bisexual! bucky, pre-transition reader, gender dysphoria, established relationship, misgendering, coming out(s), anxiety, fluff, unsafe binding, suggestive themes but no smut, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of transphobia, praises

✮ SUMMARY Bucky finds out you're trans amd decides to show his support for you

✮ A/N I haven't written much for my trans men lately, so I wanted to write something again. You can say it's kinda inspired by confessions (another fic of mine), but this goes a little differently. I also wanna add - do NOT use bandages to bind your chest, it is not safe. Please get a binder and if that is not impossible, buy breast tape and use it to flatten your chest down if possible. Please stay safe while binding!!

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Being Bucky's girlfriend wasn't exactly bad, it was quite the opposite actually. He loved taking you out on dates, he was respectful of your boundaries and he was a gentleman like no other. Not to mention, since he was a Sergeant you felt quite safe around him. No man dared to lay his hands on you.

You couldn't ask for a better boyfriend and you were happy with him.

But you were scared to tell him how you felt. How you couldn't bare pretending to be someone you were not. Wearing those dresses, not being able to cut your hair as short as you wanted, calling yourself the name that didn't feel like yours anymore.

You were dying to tell him, but at the same time you were scared he might break up with you or worse. You knew James was not a bad man, he was pretty accepting, but it didn't stop your worries.

After a long day at work, you saw him waiting outside the Cafe with the biggest grin on his face. “Hey, doll.” He greeted you as you exited through the door.

“Someone looks happy. Something happened?” You asked with a hint of teasing to your tone as you walked over to him.

“Can't a man just be happy to see his beautiful, amazing girlfriend?” He asked, taking your hand and giving your knuckles a soft, sweet kiss.

You had to stop yourself from grimacing at the word ‘girlfriend’, but you managed. Maybe because he was being so sweet towards you.

“Planning on taking me somewhere?” You asked, trying to change the subject in case you were going to hear more comments that, despite being made in good faith, were making you uncomfortable.

“I was thinking we could go to my place, maybe cuddle.” He shrugged before wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Just cuddle? Or are you going to make me get into Hobbit?” You asked with a small grin as you started walking towards Bucky's house.

“Oh come on.” He let out a playful whine. “It's a good book. Trust me, I'll get you into it eventually.”

“Keep on trying.”

Bucky’s place wasn’t far and almost as soon as the two of you got there, he got into the bed and pulled you on top of him. And there you were, on top of shirtless Bucky who couldn't get his hands off of you.

“I can't get enough of you.” Bucky murmured, his hands going up and down the soft flesh of your thighs. He bit down on his bottom lip, you were the most gorgeous thing in his eyes. 

You let out a soft chuckle at his words, and he smiled at that. It was always so nice to be around him, he was able to make you smile and laugh like no other.

“Let’s get you out of that, hmm?” He hummed, while relaxed enough you forgot about one little, tiny but very important detail.

He started taking the dress off you, and then he saw it. His eyes widened as he saw your chest. Tightly bandaged around your chest, making it flatter than it was normally. His eyes held worry for you, did someone hurt? Did something happen to you?

“Are you hurt?” He sat up a little as he asked the question. He wanted to touch your chest, but he was worried he would hurt you.

You look down at your chest, before trying to cover yourself up. He wasn’t supposed to find out, at least not now. At the moment, under his gaze all you could feel was shame. All you could think about was that he was going to break up with you.

With your heart already pounding in your chest, you started getting off of him in a hurried way. Bucky immediately picked up your panic and he grabbed your wrist. Tightly enough to not let you slip out, but not enough to make it hurt.

“Hey, hey…” His voice was a little more gentle now, hushed. His thumb was gently caressing your wrist. “I am worried about you. Did something happen? You aren’t hurt, are you?” His eyes flickered down to the bandages, looking for any blood stains. But there was none, just the clean bandage, carefully wrapped around your chest.

“You… You promise you won’t throw me out…?” 

His eyes widened once more. Throw you out? You?

"Darlin’, I could never. Why would I ever throw you out?” He couldn't understand why you would think like that.

With a shaky sigh and tears in your eyes, you laid down next to him. Bucky laid back on the back, staying quiet and letting you find the right words.

“I-I don’t feel… good about my body.” You mumbled out, your voice shaky. Bucky saw that you weren’t okay, but decided not to interrupt you. He gently grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze as if encouraging you to talk without saying so out loud.

“I d-don’t feel like a woman, alright?” Your voice was even more shaky. Before you knew it, you started sobbing quietly, overwhelmed by the confession you made. “I want to be a man like you. I want to be seen as a man, dress like a man, look like a man. I just want to be me.”

Without a second thought, Bucky wrapped his arms around you, pulling close against his chest. One of his hands caressed your back, hoping to comfort you.

He was quiet, lost in his thoughts before he finally spoke up. “I heard there’s a man… Well, a woman actually, who had the same problem as you. She was born as a man, but she didn’t feel like one, so she decided to stop pretending who she was and now she’s just… herself.”

“Really?”

Bucky hummed. “Yeah. I think we saw her last week, you said she had a nice dress. I think her name was Annie or something along those lines.”

You didn’t know there was another person like you out there. You felt so isolated in your own experience, you didn’t notice others who were able to understand you. Understand what you were going through.

“Are you… are you going to break up with me?” You asked as quietly as you could, you were terrified to hear a positive answer.

Bucky pulled back to look at your tear-stained face. He gently cupped it, making you look into his eyes as he smiled at you. “Never, love. I love you so much. It doesn’t matter if you’re a man or a woman. You’re my boyfriend, okay?” He kissed your forehead.

Boyfriend. 

You were waiting so long to hear something like that and it felt so damn good to finally hear it.

Bucky let go of you and left the bed. “Where are you going?” You asked, not understanding what he wanted to do.

“I think I have something you might wanna wear instead of that dress. No matter how pretty it is.” He teased you a little, but his words held no malice. They were quite affectionate, actually.

He walked back to you with a simple shirt and a pair of pants. “What do you think, huh? Enough to your liking? Or would my baby like a suit more, hmm?” He had a smile on his face, almost as if excited about this whole thing.

You were so worried he might be disgusted with you and yet there he was, smiling at you after you told him.

“They'll be fine. Thank you, James.” Your soft answer made his heart skip a beat.

“No problem. What kind of partner would I be if I left all by yourself when you're struggling so hard?” He gave your forehead a small kiss. “You're stuck with me, doll.”

He put the clothes down on the bed, his eyes wandering to your chest once more. He let out a sigh, his expression more serious than before.

“As much as I want to support you, you can't be wearing those. It's definitely not safe.”

“I know, I just wanted my chest to be flatter.” You explained, with a small hint of desperation in your voice.

“I know, I know. Listen, we will find a way to help you, okay?” His voice was soft, almost as if he was worried he might not express his concern properly. He wanted to support you, but he was still worried about your safety. 

“We will find a safer alternative. As much as I believe you meant no harm, I just can tell your ribs will not be happy if you keep bandaging yourself for longer than just a day.” He continued, his eyes not leaving yours.

His hand moved to your cheek and he smiled at you. “You're not alone and you won't be as long as I am here. With me, you can be yourself. I will do what I can to help you.”

You nodded before giving him a tight hug. “Thank you so much.” Bucky wrapped his arms tightly around you before letting go.

“Go on.” He encouraged as he gestured towards the clothes. “I know you're dying to try them on.”

You let out an excited giggle, taking the clothes into your hand and making your way to the bathroom, almost tripping over as you did.

“Careful. We don't need you all bruised, do we?” Bucky commented with a small smirk before letting out a small chuckle.

While you disappeared behind a bathroom door, Buck had a little moment to think about the whole situation.

Was he expecting that? No. Should he? Probably. 

He wasn't going to break up with you, he was too in love with you to care about your gender. You were still the same person he fell in love with over a year ago.

If anything, he was much more concerned about your safety. He knew there were people who would not be as accepting as he was. 

Heck, he still remembered how he was walking the poor Annie home after a few guys jumped her sometime ago. Bucky wasn't going to pretend the thought of something similar happening to you didn't make his stomach turn. 

You were safe with him, but on your own? He was scared to find out.

The sound of the door opening took Bucky out of his thoughts. He looked towards it and saw you, dressed in what he gave you, along with your hair being tied in a way that made your hair appear shorter than it actually was.

Bucky let out a low whistle at the sight. “Now that's one hell of a man.” His eyes wandered over you, his smile returning. “Well, well, well. If someone really says my boyfriend isn't the most handsome, we will know they are lying.” 

His smile widened when he saw how happy you were at the praises.

“C'mere, darling. Let me hold my pretty boy.” He patted his lap, inviting you to sit on it. 

You eagerly sat down on his lap. “Look at you, so handsome.” His hand moved to gently grab your chin so he could look at your face.

“You think so?” You asked a little more shyly, as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Absolutely. Now I wonder how you would look in a suit.” He bit his lip once more. “I bet you would look good. Like really, really good.” He moved to leave a few kisses down your neck.

“Okay, okay. I get it. Enough praises.” You giggled at the feeling of his soft lips against your neck.

“Enough? You don't like my praises? I am wounded.” He pulled back and mocked, pretending to be hurt by your words.

His eyes wandered over you once more. It was nice to see you like this, visibly happier and more confident than before.

“You know… handsome,” He murmured, his smile falling once more. At first he wanted to call you by the name he was used to calling you, but after what you told him, he thought against it. “As much as I want to support you, I need you to be careful, okay? I am not telling you to not start pressing yours in a more masculine way, of course, you do you. I worry someone might hurt you for trying to be yourself.”

You nodded quietly. World was not as pleasant of a place for those who were sticking out, purposely or not. “I know, Buck. But I don't wanna pretend to be someone I am not.”

Bucky let out a quiet sigh. He expected that kind of answer. “I know, doll. I know.” He moved closer to you, his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes. “I will do what I can to protect you from harm's way. We will find a way for you to be yourself safely, okay?”

You hummed with a soft nod. “Gonna find me a good hairstylist?” You asked with a small smile, hoping to lighten up the mood.

He let out a snort at your words. “Definitely. If I wasn't worried I might leave with an uneven haircut, I would do it myself.” He chuckled. “But I think I might know a safe place where you can get a haircut. I mean, I have a friend who owns a nice, small hairdressing salon. I heard from a friend that he doesn't mind people from the community unlike some.”

You let out a hum before you smirked a little. “You have contacts with the community? I don't know about something?” You teased him lightly.

“What can I say? Women are pretty, but some men are also eye-catchers.” He winked at you. “But seriously, I will talk to him if you want to.”

You nodded once more. “It means a lot, James. Thank you.”

“It's no problem, love.” 

[khywren]

❛ pairing: Astarion/Ysera ❛ word count: 4.5k ┊ ❛ rating: T ❛ tags/cw: holiday fluff, romance, and some feel-good holiday vibes

▸ preview: “I could, though, you know?” she asks, leaning against the railing. Her eyes wander over the water again. “Just the two of us, doing whatever makes us happy. Just because we want to do it. We deserve that much after everything, don't we?”

The sincerity of it hits him harder than he had anticipated. He recognizes the unspoken meaning in her words, that longing for a life she had long since given up on having.

The same way he had given up, too – before her, before she changed everything.

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Seven days, fifteen hours, and thirty three minutes. It's a rough estimation, of course, but as he glances at the hands on the ornate clock in the corner of Gale's dining room, Astarion is quite certain it's been at least that long since he's had a proper conversation with Ysera.

She'd been away in Waterdeep on business before Gale came to collect him, paraded around amongst the wizard's curious students and asked to give several talks on her part in the battle that had saved Baldur's Gate – and perhaps all of Faerûn – from certain destruction. He'd been invited too, of course, but politely declined to avoid feeling like an animal on display. And at any rate, it wasn't the kind of attention he liked, but instead the kind where people expected him to say something poignant or inspire them to greatness.

“Gale says they've been asking about you,” she'd told him, hoping he might reconsider. “Word has it they're quite enamored with the only vampire in the realm who could walk in the sun and live to tell the tale.”

“Well of course they are, darling. Why wouldn't they be? I'm certain you'll paint them an accurate picture of my exploits. But don't be afraid to embellish a little, hmm?”

There were other reasons he hadn't chosen to come with her, but he'd kept those a closely guarded secret. 

The hand in his pocket grasps the jewelry box tucked against his thigh, fingertips brushing against the soft velvet exterior. He'd been eyeing the ring inside for weeks in secret, and only after Ysera had left the city had he felt comfortable enough to acquire it without her accidentally stumbling upon it.

He'd even purchased it with his own money, a hefty sum that nearly made him consider simply pocketing it instead, but something about doing that had felt wrong, insincere. And so he'd spent the last three months of his earnings in what was simultaneously one of the riskiest and most sentimental decisions of his life.

Even more surprising to him was that he hadn't once regretted it, or felt foolish for indulging in such a romantic gesture.

Presently, he's busy reminiscing on all the decisions that led him to this particular moment when he spots her again, a blur of pink and silver and gold as Ysera rushes down the stairs, taking them two at a time. She bounds past him and into the kitchen, and her voice joins with Lae’zel’s, Shadowheart’s, and Halsin’s as they discuss the progress of tonight's supper.

It had been Gale's idea in the first place to organize a celebration during the winter solstice. In truth, it was more of an excuse to gather everyone under the same roof, especially considering the times they were able to do so had grown few and far between.

Even Wyll and Karlach had been able to join them for a brief respite from the hells, though the stink of sulphur and brimstone still clung to their clothes hours after their arrival. Ysera had been so excited to see them that she'd hardly protested when Karlach pulled her into a hug so fierce Astarion was convinced she might crack a few ribs in the process.

“Soldier! Look at you!”

Suffice to say, he was much less reluctant to accept the firm handshake and embrace Wyll had offered him, even as Karlach had tried to scoop them both into her arms as well.

He's been hoping to grab Ysera's attention for the better part of the afternoon, but she'd been swept up in the chaos, rarely getting more than a minute or two to speak with him before someone else was whisking her away for help with one thing or another. 

It isn't that he’s jealous – not really. The rest of them want to spend time with her for many of the same reasons he does, after all. But that doesn't stop him from feeling so sour or prevent the deep scowl that creases his brow.

He huffs an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair to rearrange his perfectly tousled curls. Patience, he reminds himself. He hadn't initially intended to bring the ring with him in the first place, but the moment he saw Ysera here again in Waterdeep he was glad he had, his mind set on giving it to her. If anything, it was more outrageous that he had waited this long at all.

It's better that he ignores the lingering doubts that leave him wondering what he might do if she rejects him.

That task is made far easier when the door to his left slams open as Karlach's foot juts into the dining room, and Astarion starts before turning towards the sound.

“Look alive, Fangs! This is supposed to be a celebration, not a wake.”

Karlach stumbles into the room with an armful of decorations, an assortment of ornaments and garland and other trinkets that smell strongly of pine. She dumps half the pile unceremoniously into Astarion's arms, and he scoffs before shooting her a defiant look.

“Just what do you think you're –”

“Make yourself useful and help me decorate,” she interjects, glancing down at him. “Gale wants this place looking nice and festive before supper.” A wide, toothy grin splits her face before she adds, “He says there's no ladder, but I'd be more than happy to put you on my shoulders if you need to reach the high places.”

Astarion's face twists into a look of silent fury, a single, gleaming fang emerging behind his pursed lips. Karlach merely throws her head back and lets out a boisterous laugh before making her way down the hall and out of sight, leaving Astarion fuming in her wake.

Astarion gets his revenge by upending the decorations on the table and glaring daggers at them. He sniffs and folds his arms over his chest, leaning back against the wall to continue his brooding. But when his eyes scan the discarded decorations again, something catches his attention beneath a string of silver tinsel. 

Astarion plucks the thing in question from the pile with deft fingers and holds it up to the light, a plan already beginning to form in his mind.

Oh, yes, this will do rather nicely.

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Ysera is careful to take her time as she slowly makes her way down the hall towards the dining room, concentrating on putting one foot solidly in front of the other. In her arms is a large wooden platter piled high with various breads, meats, jams, and cheeses, which Gale had carefully entrusted to her after she had insisted so adamantly that she was up for the task.

Her arms shake and her muscles burn as she tiptoes carefully into the dining room, exhaling loudly when she finally sets the platter down in the center of the table. With a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure no one is watching, Ysera picks several of the finer pieces of meat and cheese from the spread, stacking them in her palm before shoving them happily into her mouth.

She closes her eyes and savors the rich flavors with a happy sigh, tail twirling behind her as she bounces from foot to foot. Within seconds, she's got another handful of food prepared, eating it just as quickly as the last.

Astarion's footsteps nearly scare the soul out of her as he strides into the room and surveys her with a click of his tongue.

“You'll ruin your appetite.”

She turns towards him and gives him a sullen look. “But it's so good,” she insists. “Gale's got all the fancy stuff I can't find back home. And aren't you always telling me to ‘indulge in the finer things in life’?” 

She mimics his voice as best she can while reciting his advice, and a flicker of amusement flashes in Astarion's crimson eyes. He steps forward and wipes a stray bit of jam from the corner of her mouth, cleaning his hands on the tablecloth.

“Yes, but I always had something far more… extravagant in mind. You could do a lot better than party snacks, my dear.”

���Could do a lot worse, too,” she pouts, popping a bit of sliced sausage into her mouth. They look at each other for a moment, and when a sheepish smile spreads across her face, Astarion sighs in defeat and rolls his eyes affectionately at her. He opens his mouth to say something, but a commotion from the kitchen has Ysera whirling on her heel.

“Ah… I should get back,” she says hurriedly. “I forgot that Shadowheart still wanted my help with –”

Before Ysera's taken more than two steps, Astarion's snatched her by the wrist, holding her in place. Her golden eyes are wide when she turns to face him, torn between her compulsion to help the rest of their friends and the alternative of ditching her responsibilities to sneak off with Astarion instead.

“She can wait,” he says matter-of-factly, voice dropping an octave and washing over her like the caress of a velvet glove. She knows that tone, low and seductive and colored with just enough mischief to promise that whatever he wants will be more than worth her while.

“Allow me to borrow you for a moment. You've done more than enough for one afternoon as it is.”

Whatever hesitation she still feels melts away beneath his crimson gaze, and Ysera pulls her wrist free from his grasp to interlock their fingers.

“That sounds like a good idea, actually.”

Astarion smirks triumphantly back at her.

“The only kind I have, darling.”

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He leads Ysera down the hall and away from any prying eyes, finally pulling her into the open doorway of what must be Gale's study. There's a fire still burning in the hearth, and the flames cast warm, flickering shadows over her face. He's always found Ysera attractive, but there's something about the way the light reflects in her eyes like a stained glass mosaic of gold and amber that still seizes his unbeating heart every time he sees it. 

There's so much life, so much passion in those striking eyes of hers that threatens to swallow him whole. He's heard it said that drowning is a peaceful way to die, and as he gazes into the depths of her eyes he believes it.

She looks up at him as he studies her, instinctively stepping into his personal space to enjoy the nearness of him – his scent, his familiar coolness, everything that she had so deeply missed during their time apart. Her hand settles on the breast of his waistcoat, admiring his handiwork. 

“Like what you see, my sweet?”

Astarion rarely finds himself falling back into old habits these days, but it's easier to mask his anxieties beneath the familiar veneer of confidence that had served him for so many years.

“Yes,” she whispers simply, “but you don't need me to tell you what you already know.”

“Ah,” he chuckles, in response, “but I do so love to hear you say it.”

He lifts his eyes towards the top of the doorframe, and her gaze follows closely behind. Ysera tilts her head curiously before glancing back at him.

“Mistletoe?”

The shimmer of magic that enchants the crisp leaves and pearl-white berries is unmistakable, some sort of spell Gale must have put on them to preserve them from decay.

“That's right,” Astarion says, placing a hand on her hip. The contact excites them both in equal measure, and his fingers tighten in the soft robes that adorn her body.

“And that means I finally have an excuse to kiss you.”

Ysera blinks in confusion.

“You don't need an excuse to kiss me, Astarion,” she says, frowning. 

“Don't I?” Astarion asks. “I don't think I've had more than five minutes with you all afternoon. It all leaves a man feeling rather… neglected, don't you think?”

It's obvious that he's joking with her, but the quick flash of disappointment in his eyes is something she notices almost immediately. Despite everything, she can't help but feel a little guilty.

“I'm sorry,” Ysera starts, golden eyes wide and apologetic. She chews on her lip and holds up her hands. “I didn't mean to ignore you. I was so busy catching up with everyone else, and you know how much Gale loves to talk, and –”

She's rambling now, face growing hot beneath the amused smirk he levels at her as he lifts his brow. Astarion can feel her heart thundering in her chest as he snakes an arm around her waist and pulls her close, using his body to cage her against the doorframe. Ysera's apologies die in her throat as he suddenly takes her by the chin, running the soft pad of his thumb across her lips. When her breath catches, pride surges through him.

She still flushes so beautifully beneath his touch.

“Shh.” His voice is low, face close enough to feel the heat radiating off of her cheeks. “Let's put that pretty mouth of yours to better use, shall we?”

As he drags his finger gently beneath her chin, Astarion coaxes Ysera's face closer to his own and captures her lips in a tender kiss. There is no urgency in the way he enjoys the softness of her mouth, running his tongue along her bottom lip before she opens her mouth to him. He takes his time with her, the hand beneath her chin sliding into the soft pink waves of her hair as he moans quietly in appreciation. Ysera sighs heavily as his nails rake across her scalp, letting her eyes flutter closed.

Astarion is the first to break away, mindful that Ysera needs to catch her breath. But she's on him again within seconds, letting him kiss her with a gentleness that makes her knees weak. By now their kissing has usually turned far more passionate, but this time, neither of them feel the urge to do so. 

Astarion, for his part, certainly doesn't mind. He takes the time to place a soft kiss on her brow, and her forehead is warm and comforting when he rests his against hers. Their noses brush against each other, and he can hear the longing in Ysera's voice when she murmurs, “I missed you.”

“I know,” he says. “I missed you too.”

Astarion withdraws the hand tangled in Ysera's hair to fish around in his pocket for the ring. He's halfway to presenting it to her when Karlach pops around the corner, and Astarion silently curses whichever of the gods have a particular vendetta against him today.

“Oi, lovebirds!” Karlach shouts. “When you're finished sucking each other's faces off or whatever, supper's ready.”

Ysera's face emerges from behind Astarion's shoulder, her expression apologetic.

“S-sorry Karlach,” she says with a shaky laugh, hiding her embarrassment poorly. "We'll be right – mmph!”

She finds herself bent back at the waist as Astarion dips her low and kisses her again, purposely moaning into her mouth loudly enough for Karlach to hear. The other tiefling has mercifully left them alone by the time he pulls Ysera back upright, and she shoves him playfully before making her way back towards the kitchen.

“You’re terrible! I guess we'd better not keep them waiting.”

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It's long past supper now. The warmth of the blood from the boar the rest of them had eaten has long since cooled in his belly, and Astarion finds himself frustratingly cold as he searches for Ysera. Most of the others have retired to Gale's guest rooms for the evening, besides Halsin, who lays curled up in front of the roaring fire in his bear form, and Karlach, who’s splayed out across his side and nestled into his soft fur, snoring away without a care in the world.

Gale sits nearby in his armchair with a book in hand, indicating towards the stairs with a nod of his head when Astarion approaches. They exchange no more than a handful of words before Astarion ascends the stairs, hoping at last for the quiet moment he's been looking for all afternoon.

At last, he finds her on the balcony, staring out at the water. It's eerily quiet save for the sound of the waves lapping against the docks. A gust of wind rips past, and Ysera shivers before tugging her cloak around her shoulders, enveloping herself in a sea of shimmering white and gold.

He joins her at the railing, and her breath fans out in little puffs of steam when she turns to smile warmly at him. Something catches her attention then, and Ysera's eyes widen as she tips her head up to the sky, gaze focused on the soft grays and pinks that obscure everything but the faintest trace of moonlight.

“Oh, look!” she exclaims, “It's snowing.”

Astarion watches as Ysera braces herself on the railing and leans out over the water, tongue stuck out from behind her pointed teeth. He lifts a brow, utterly perplexed by her behavior.

“What in the hells are you doing?” he asks, instinctively slipping a hand around her waist when she leans just a little too far over the railing for his liking.

“Catching snowflakes,” she says, pouting when he doesn't immediately seem to understand. The expression on his face suggests she's said something completely outrageous.

“Don't tell me you've never…” she starts, cutting herself off mid sentence when she realizes what she's asking. Whatever memories he may have had of his childhood are nothing more than phantoms in his mind, shadows that slip through his hands like water whenever he tries to grasp them.

Perhaps he had caught snowflakes on his tongue when he was small, just as she had. Perhaps he had done a lot of things before Cazador had found him.

“Right. I'm sorry.” Ysera's face falls, and she averts her eyes as her guilt twists her expression into an uncomfortable grimace. Astarion says nothing, quietly placing his hands upon the railing and lifting his face towards the sky.

The snow is falling thickly now, settling in an icy blanket along the rooftops nearby. Astarion makes a small noise and sighs quietly through his nose, resisting the voice in his head that tells him how ridiculous he must look when he sticks out his tongue to catch a snowflake drifting towards him. No sooner has it melted on his tongue than does he hear Ysera's muffled laughter beside him, hand clapped over her mouth when he turns to frown at her.

“What?” he demands, pursing his lips. “What's so funny?”

Ysera's tail swishes two and fro beneath her cloak, her eyes bright as she grins stupidly at him. When Astarion's frown deepens, it only amuses her further.

“I never expected I'd see you doing anything so… ridiculous, that's all.”

Astarion scoffs, thankful for once he doesn't have the ability to blush. He looks away, shuffling uncomfortably on his feet before jamming his hands in his pockets.

“Well,” he says, feigning nonchalance, “don't get used to it, darling.”

Ysera's smile fades, and her voice grows unusually somber.

“I could, though, you know?” she asks, leaning against the railing. Her eyes wander over the water again. “Just the two of us, doing whatever makes us happy. Just because we want to do it. We deserve that much after everything, don't we?”

The sincerity of it hits him harder than he had anticipated. He recognizes the unspoken meaning in her words, that longing for a life she had long since given up on having.

The same way he had given up, too – before her, before she changed everything. 

The ring feels heavy in his pocket again, and he closes his fingers around the small velvet box. It brings him little comfort, knowing what he's about to do next. But if he waits any longer he fears he'll lose the courage to go through with it.

He hates the way his voice shakes when he steps towards her and says her name.

“Ysera…”

“Hmm?” She turns her head, concern written across her features when she notices the strained look on his face.

“What's with that look? Did I say something weird again? Gods…”

“No,” Astarion interjects, shaking his head. “No.”

Seconds pass – an eternity of silence as she gazes into his eyes, waiting for him to continue. Her heart stammers in her chest, uncertain what ails him as he huffs in frustration at his own reluctance.

This is stupid. He's being stupid. People ask this sort of thing all the time, right? So why is he so godsdamned nervous?

 “I – here…” he says, extracting the jewelry box from his pocket and offering it to her by way of explanation, “this is for you.”

Ysera quietly takes the velvet box from his hand and opens the lid to observe the glimmering gemstone inside. The fire opal nestled into the silver ring band is massive, a harmonious mix of sun-kissed golds and ruby reds that nearly take her breath away.

Red and gold. The colors of their eyes, a perfect pair contained in one vibrant stone. She brings it closer to her face and watches as it shifts and shimmers like a living flame.

Her chest tightens with an emotion she lacks the words to describe. Suffocating and liberating in equal measure. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes but she blinks them back.

“It – it's beautiful,” Ysera whispers, glancing up at Astarion. Her lips tremble slightly, but she wears a smile when she turns to face him.

“Thank you.” 

Her finger delicately traces the gemstone, admiring its craft.

“This must have cost a fortune, where did you –”

Astarion interrupts her with a swift shake of his head. Instead, he lays a hand gently over hers and brushes his thumb over her wrist.

“Nevermind that,” he says softly. “Do you like it?”

“Of course I do,” Ysera answers immediately, tucking the box close to her chest.

And then something dawns on her, so suddenly she's almost embarrassed that it didn't cross her mind until now. The roundness of Astarion’s eyes and the softness of his smile only seems to confirm her suspicions, and her tail flicks anxiously as she hesitates to ask him:

“Wait a second. Are… are you asking me to marry you?”

It's not as though she would say no, but it's all so sudden – too sudden, and –

“Am I?” Astarion asks. He pauses and shrugs, delighted by the expression on her face. “Well, darling, I suppose I am. I would have preferred it to be somewhere much nicer than a dusty old wizard’s tower, but… well, here we are nonetheless.”

“I’m gonna tell Gale you said that,” she says conspiratorially.

Astarion barks out a laugh. “Oh, please do. Someone ought to tell him. Did you see all those books he has? It's a little on the nose, even for a wizard, don't you think?”

Ysera giggles and tucks herself into his arms when he pulls her close, nestling her face against his chest. Astarion holds her for a moment, both of them content with simply enjoying one another's presence. After a moment, she steps away, finding his expression wistful when she looks at him again.

“Can you imagine?” he says, scrunching up his nose. “Me, a married man. That all sounds so… domestic.” He tips his head to the side, considering the idea. It isn't the first time the thought has drifted through his mind, but he decided long ago that he felt rather indifferent about the matter one way or the other. And after all, it hadn't mattered how their relationship was defined, so long as they were still together.

“Oh, yes,” Ysera teases him, hands on her hips as she leans forward with a serious expression that knits her brows. “What would your clients think? You have quite the reputation to maintain, after all.”

Astarion grins slyly at her, purposely baring his fangs to demonstrate his capabilities. He leans forward to press them into her neck, nibbling at her throat and peppering kisses across her skin with the express purpose of making her squirm.

“Stop!” she shouts, batting him away. “That tickles!”

Her facade crumbles and she dissolves into a fit of infectious laughter. Astarion finds himself joining in, the sound of her laugh kindling a warmth that blossoms in his chest and banishes the biting cold. 

The snow swirls around them and Astarion withdraws from her, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Ysera's ear and brushing aside some of the snow that has begun to cling to her cloak. He takes the jewelry box from her hands and opens it again, extending the ring to her after a moment of quiet contemplation.

“That doesn't mean I still can't ask you to be mine,” he says softly, eyes tracking the flush that creeps across her cheeks and stains the tips of her ears a vibrant shade of pink. His expression has grown soft again, vulnerable in a way that he has never been with anyone but her.

“You will, won't you, darling?”

Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears. Ysera merely holds out her hand in answer, tail swishing with barely contained excitement when Astarion slips the fire opal over her finger. She flexes her fingers to admire the stone once more before pulling him back into an affectionate embrace. Her heart beats fiercely in her chest, arms holding him protectively against her. When Ysera's hands smooth over his back, he buries his face into her neck and sighs.

“I’ve always been yours, Astarion.”

For the first time in a long time, Astarion feels like a stranger in his own body again. Like he's watching someone else's happy ending play out before his eyes, and only when Ysera pulls away and cups his face between her palms does the touch of her hands confirm that this is real – that she is here; warm, alive, and most importantly, his. And nothing can take that away from him anymore.

“I should have gotten you something too,” she sighs, smoothing her thumbs over his face. Astarion shakes his head and rests his hand over hers.

“I don't want anything in return,” Astarion says, murmuring the words against her lips as he kisses her again. “Not when I already have everything I need right here.”

Her arms slide over his shoulders, tail curling around his back. Ysera's magic roars to life within her, and time almost seems to stop as they stare at one another, her lashes crystalizing as she blinks through her tears. The snow hangs around them in suspended animation, a curtain of white that veils them within its frigid embrace.

It's quiet. Intimate. Their own little piece of paradise, stolen from everyone and everything that tried so hard to break them. He'd stay here with her forever, if he could.

Astarion wipes her tears away and slips his hands beneath her cloak to pull her flush against him. He lifts her off the balcony and carries her back into the warmth of Gale's home, pressing chaste kisses against her face and neck that make her sigh so sweetly.

And in their last moments together before the world stirs back to life around them, Astarion marvels at how she fits so perfectly in his arms, just as she always has – just as she always will.

[bigbangclappin]

Baby Daddy Gangster 2

Summary: Ding Dong! Your baby daddy is back and wants in your life and your daughter’s. And with that smile you might as well shove the door wide open.

Paring: Nakamoto YutaXReader(1st Person POV!)

Warnings: Cursing! Baby Daddy themes, mentions of smut, toxic relationships, Mafia/Yakuza themes (It’s not glamorous in real life folks!) 

Word Count: 2,382

A/N: GUYS IT'S FINALLY HERE! PART TWO! I hope it's enjoyable! I loved writing it! Let me know if we want a part three!

Tag List: @iveivory @champagne-n-yachts @dilfjohhny @junglewoos

Part one

Unknown number: Is Yuki wearing a 3T or a 4T?

You: Who is this?

Unknown number: Really baby?

I shook my head in exasperation, throwing my phone into my back pocket.  The man was relentless to say the least, he did earn that title fair and square. 

What could I have possibly been thinking back then? 

Clearly sexual gratification was worth more to me than my hypothetical child’s future, because now here I am. Stuck with a gangster for a baby daddy who didn’t understand the phrase get lost. 

I shrugged my shoulders, well there was nothing I could do to change who Yuki’s dad is now. I just had to live with the consequences of my actions. 

Which wasn't all that bad considering my daughter was healthy and happy, I grinned as she played with her dolls on the floor. She did resemble her father, with her pretty smile and expressive eyes, she received all the best qualities of Yuta it seemed.

“Mommy?” Her sweet little voice asked from where she sat on the floor.

“Hmm?”

“Guess what?”

I giggled because she loved to play guessing games ever since she could speak in almost full sentences. I never had the heart to discourage her playful chatter despite her daycare teacher’s warning about how it was becoming disruptive in class. 

“What?” I replied casually, taking a sip from my drink.

“I met Daddy today.”

My entire mouthful of beverage was spewed across the room and on to my daughter who whines. 

“Mommy ew!” She cried, wiping her little arms in disgust.

“Oh Yuki I’m so sorry sugar,” I snagged some paper towels from the kitchen and began cleaning her off. 

“But what did you mean by you met Daddy?” I asked keeping my tone as even as possible. “You don’t have a Daddy, remember?”

She shook her head defiantly, her dark hair flying every which way, “I do have a Daddy mommy! And he’s pretty! And look he gived me a present!!”

My heart was racing as she flew to her small panda backpack. She rummaged through it for a moment before wobbling her way back to me with something in her tiny hand. 

When the gold glinted in the light I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, he really went behind my back. I shouldn’t have been surprised, I shouldn’t have felt hurt either. Yuta was resourceful and clearly he used those resources to his advantage to find Yuki’s school.

The tiger bracelet in my daughter’s hand mocked me; after everything I had done to keep that God damned insignia out of her life he literally just dropped it in her hand like nothing. 

Once a fucking bastard always a bastard. 

It took all I had in me to not snatch the piece of gaudy jewelry out of Yuki’s hand and melt it in my fireplace. I took a very, long and deep breath in. 

“Yuki, how did you get this?” 

“I told you Mama,” She exasperated, “Daddy gived it to me”

“It’s gave love,” I corrected, “Where did he give it to you?”

 She put her finger to her lips in thought, “Mr. Lee tooked us outside to play and dis really big car was dere. Den a big scary man got out, he was not nice Mommy, but den Daddy got out and yelled my name–”

“Yuki, that's dangerous, we've talked about not speaking to strangers!” I scolded her, literally stunned. My daughter was so trusting she basically ran into her father’s arms without question. 

She recoiled at my tone and began playing with the little trinket on the bracelet out of nervousness, “But Daddy isn’t a stranger…”

I didn’t mean to scoff at my child but she had never met her father once, I know Yuki was sweet and that she was young but I couldn’t understand why she went against what I taught her for a man who is a complete stranger to her. 

“Yuki,” I sighed, “You don’t have a daddy Sugar.”

Her cheeks turned red with a huff, “I do too!”

I put a hand to my forehead ready to end the man I had loved for most of my life. This is exactly why I wanted to keep him out of her life. 

“Where was Mr. Lee?” I decided to change my questioning to keep her from getting any more upset.

“He came over after Daddy gived-gave me my present.” 

“Did he say anything to…Daddy?” I literally had to swallow the bile rising in my throat.

It took Yuki a moment to respond before she said, “Mr. Lee picked me up and asked Daddy who he was.”

“Anything else?” I pushed knowing it was a little unfair to expect her to remember everything the men said or did but my three year old was my only witness.

“Ummmm yeah!” she said excitedly, “Daddy asked Mr. Lee why are you holding my daughter? And then Mr. Lee said dat I don’t have a daddy. But den Daddy showed Mr. Lee a piece of paper and Daddy told me that he would see me and mommy later and got in the big car again. ”

Oh Jesus Christ. He never changes. Over possessive asshole and what the hell did he show Yuki’s teacher? Such a jerk off move to use my kid as a way to exert some weirdo caveman claim on me. 

This was a mess I did not agree to and it was stressing me out. I had no immediate fix to remedy Yuta throwing himself into Yuki’s life. I didn’t even have a clue on where to begin to unravel everything my baby daddy put into her head.

“Thanks baby,” I patted her head, “Go wash your hands, dinner is almost ready.”

“Okay mommy.” she scooted off as I made off for the kitchen.

I never quite made it there because there was a knock on the front door. I sighed I didn’t want to deal with any door-to-door missionaries or salesmen. I went to check the peephole and saw my worst nightmare standing there.

Looking more delicious than the last time I had seen him. Tight ass tshirt hugging his pecs and abs. His organization’s tattoos were covered by the jacket he wore all but the ones on his neck. That same damn tiger he gave to Yuki was peeking over his shirt collar like a damn slap to my face.

Against my better judgment I opened the door. I had a bone to pick with him about going behind my back.

“So you’re a stalker now?” I asked with a strong bite.

He flashed his panty dropping smile at me as he smashed the cigarette he was smoking out under his fancy loafers.

“Only for you baby,” he poked at me with that cheeky tone, “And of course our beautiful Yuki.”

I frowned in anger instantly, “You had no right to go to her school Yuta.”

He tsked, “Why not? Because you said so? Last time I checked I never signed over my parental rights.”

“Are you serious right now?” I gasped in shock, “You abandoned us not an hour after she took her first breath! You never came out of the shadows to do anything with her! As far as I am concerned you did sign off on any kind of rights or relationship.”

His cheeks flushed red which meant he was starting to lose his temper. A real shocker.

“You have no idea the threats I was facing at work, I abandoned our family so that you and our daughter wouldn’t get hurt or worse.”

“Why weren’t you honest with me then? I would’ve understood if it came down to her safety—”

“You’re full of it babe you gave me a hard time whenever I uttered a single word about the family. If I had told you the truth at the time you would’ve ran and I would have never been able to keep tabs on you and Yuki like I’ve been able to since she was born. At least this way I could be with you during your pregnancy and keep you both safe even if that meant I couldn’t be with you after you gave birth to her.”

My head was spinning and I felt like I was being gaslighted, “When I told you I was pregnant you told me to get an abortion.”

He let out a hum, “And when you slapped me across my face that was the end of it. I knew how serious you were about wanting her. I never said another word about it.”

“You’re literally insane…” I mumbled running an entirely confused hand through my hair.

“No doubt about that babe you knew that when we got together back in school. Now that we’ve cleared the air may I please come in and see our daughter? I brought gifts…and since you chose to be petty and ignore me about what size she is I also brought gift receipts.”

I finally noticed the large men standing off to the side with armfuls of gift bags, large, small, medium, mostly girly in prints and pinks. Oh my god he’s bribing my kid, he’s seriously bribing my daughter. 

“Yuta do you realize how confusing this must be for her? Like you were nonexistent in her three years of life and just want to pop in with presents and pretend like you were always there? That’s not fair to her, just because you’re her biological father doesn't automatically mean you have a relationship with her. And while we’re on the subject, what the hell did you show to Mark?”

Yuta ticked his jaw to the side and licked his lips; he was angry for sure.

“Who the fuck is Mark?” He snapped at me some of his cool demeanor flying out the window. 

Jealous. Again. Over someone who watches Yuki. Utterly ridiculous.

“Yuki’s teacher, remember?” I bit back, “You shoved something in his face, what was it?”

“Her fucking birth certificate,” he said with a clenched jaw, “So you’re on a first name basis with all of her teachers then?”

“Nakamoto Yuta,” I spat, “Enough with your petty jealousy it’s irritating and irrational and also unwarranted.”

“Apparently it isn’t if you’re on a first name basis with her teacher.”

I was 1000% over his childish attitude. This wasn’t the first time we argued over his tendency to get jealous. 

“Have a lovely evening Yuta,” I started to close the door but one of the beefy men blocked me from slamming it in my baby daddy’s face.

Yuta snapped at the man in Japanese but looked back to me, “Let me in to see our daughter (Y/n).”

“I didn’t bow to you three years ago and I’m certainly not doing it now,” I growled at him, “You can’t snap your fingers and expect me to jump for you like a dog.”

He ran a hand through his dark shaggy hair in anger, “I expect you to let me have a relationship with our daughter.”

I folded my arms across my chest in means of frustration and protection, “What’s your endgame here Yuta?”

“There’s no endgame here (Y/n) but wanting a relationship with Yuki.”  

“Why now though Yuta?” I questioned him with my head tilted.

He opened his mouth to answer when a small cry came from behind me. “Daddy!”

I blocked my daughter’s view by placing my legs in front of the small slot made by the door, “Look what you’ve done. How am I supposed to explain to her that you left when you inevitably leave again?”

The look on his face was a mixture of anger and hurt with his jaw clenched he said, “What I did to keep you and Yuki safe should not be what you hold against me (Y/n), I’ve done a lot of things to warrant your resentment but this is not one of them I promise. You chose me too, you know? It takes two people to have a baby.”

“It’s not my fault the condom broke Yuta…” I growled quietly and my eyes shifted toward my elderly neighbor who was out walking her Poodle. Apparently I wasn’t quiet enough since she gave us an affronted look on her way by.

“It’s your fault you weren’t taking the pill babe,” he said just as angry, “We can point fingers all we want but it’s a little late for the blame game don’t you think? All I want is to see our daughter. Regardless of our past, Yuki has the right to a father.”

My daughter began swatting my legs so she could get to Yuta, “Mommy I wanna see Daddy. Move please!”

I scoffed at how rude my daughter was, “Yuki, that's not how we ask to get by, telling someone to move is impolite.”

“Sorry Mommy but Daddy’s here!”

“Sugar I’ve already told you that you do not have a–”

“(Y/n) don’t you dare finish that sentence. You’re the one that’s going to confuse her. Come here my baby girl, I brought you something!”

My blood boiled as I watched my baby daddy pick my little girl up and kiss her cheek while letting her peek into one of the large gift bags. I couldn’t resist the little smile that poked through at her excited squeal, her happiness was contagious.

My stomach may have done a flip when I noticed the soft look on my ex’s face as he helped Yuki rifle through the clothes he had bought her. It was probably just wishful thinking on my part, but seeing him hold my child just felt natural.

I awkwardly made eye contact with another neighbor who lived across the way and even with the distance I could see the judgmental look on his face. I sighed, finally relenting to let the men in. I didn’t want anyone to report me to the landlord on suspicious activity.

I pushed the door aside and motioned to Yuta, “Come inside, people are staring.”

He gave me that gorgeous smile that got me pregnant in the first place, “Thanks baby.”

As I allowed his guards inside I knew I was going to live to regret my decision but what could one visit hurt?

A lot.

It could hurt a lot.

[pedroshotwifey]

Hungry Like The...

Pairing: Werewolf!Frankie Morales x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags/Warnings: Smut, PIV sex, oral sex (f receiving), fluff, established relationship, no use of y/n, Frankie has a monster cock, im missing stuff but I want to go to bed so...

Summary: You and Frankie decide to attend an 80s themed Halloween party. Through all of the excitement, you must have forgotten what day the full moon falls on.

A/N: I'm gonna go ahead and say that I rushed the absolute fuck out of this one, but I think it turned out pretty good. I really kind of jumped outside of my comfort zone with this, so I'm kinda proud that I did that. That being said, please feel free to call me out on anything that might not make sense or anything that I should change at all because I'm half clueless with this kind of stuff. Please consider reposting and/or liking. Thank you for reading and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! <3

***

You have no idea where Frankie snuck off too. 

He claimed he was going to get the two of you more drinks, but that was about ten minutes ago. You’re well aware that it should have taken less than half of that for him to find his way to the refreshment table, pick up some drinks, and bring them back to you. 

Right now, though, you’re too blissed out to care—not that you have much to worry about with your loving boyfriend anyway. The lights are almost blinding as you spin around beneath them, but they transform into a nice glow thanks to the buzz you’re sporting. “Mony Mony,” is blaring through the speakers and you're in your zone as you swing your hips to the beat. 

You’re glad that Frankie had suggested that you two attend this party specifically. The only requirements were that you had to dress up as an 80’s character in order to fit the era the party revolves around. 80’s costumes, 80’s music, 80’s decor. Luckily for you, the 80’s is one of your absolute favorite decades, and you’re pretty sure Frankie knew that when he signed the two of you up. 

The dance floor is packed with people to the point where you can’t stretch out all the way without bumping into someone. Usually, that would irk you, but you can’t find it in you to mind tonight. It’s not like anybody else does. 

As you snap your hips to the beat, you look around at all the different costumes in the crowd. You see a handful of Star Wars characters, a couple of Freddy Kruegers, some Ghost Busters, and—of course—a shit ton of Madonnas. The rest, for the most part, are pretty original. 

You’re pretty proud of your own costume, to be honest. You had spent a couple of weeks configuring a custom-made Storm costume. You’ve been an X-Men fan for as long as you can remember, and it made you so happy to try on your costume for the first time a few days ago. It’s pretty damn spot-on. 

Frankie, on the other hand, had insisted on being a werewolf. Like turning into one once a month wasn’t enough already. You had simply rolled your eyes and asked him what he had in mind so you could make his costume. It was worth it to see the way he lit up, even though he’s cutting it close with the party’s theme. 

After the year he had, he deserves to be happy—even if it means you have to endure his stupid jokes every now and again. When he gets tipsy, his goofy humor always makes an appearance. It’s one of your favorite parts about nights out with your boyfriend. He never fails to make you laugh. 

Just as you begin to worry that he might have gotten lost in the crowd, you feel a hand spin you around. You’re getting ready to tell someone off until you come face to face with those irresistible brown eyes. 

“Hey there, Hermosa,” he says as he cuddles up to you, swaying you to the song. “Having fun, sweetheart?” 

You giggle as he bends down and nuzzles his face into your neck. Glancing down, you almost aren’t surprised to see that he doesn’t have any drinks. 

“Frankie?” You ask casually as you throw your arms around him. 

“Hmm?” 

“Did you find the drinks?” 

Suddenly, he stops moving and stands up straight again, a playful smile plastered across his face. 

“Guess not,” he says. “Found something to eat, though,” he winks and you playfully roll your eyes as he throws himself back onto you. As the song changes to “When Doves Cry”, he begins to dance with you. Frankie has never been the best dancer, but it's better this way. Neither of you take anything seriously as you push and pull your bodies together, giving eachother flirty kisses every now and again. 

You laugh as you bump into someone and flash them an apologetic look. Frankie really loves to bring out your careless side. You honestly didn’t know you were capable of being so care-free until you had met him. Sometimes he makes you feel as if nothing else matters but you and him. It’s times like these that you really realize just how lucky you are to have him. 

“Alright, baby,” Frankie says after a moment, bringing you out of your thoughts. “I’m going to go get us those drinks now.” 

Instead of answering him, you get up on your tip-toes and kiss him. He begins to wrap his arms around you again, but you gently push him off, giving him a faux stern look. 

“Alright, alright, I get it, baby, I’m going!” he says over the music before turning around to scamper away.

You have to suppress a giggle when he jolts as you deliver a light slap to his ass. He turns just enough to flash you a dirty look, and you give him one of feigned innocence in return, well aware he’ll get you back for that eventually if you continue to tease. 

“Hurry up, wolfboy!” you shout after him. 

***

Alright, you’re actually about to be pissed this time. 

There’s absolutely no way he lost you—or rather, you lost him—twice. He has to be playing with you, right? Whatever, if that’s the case, two can play at that game. 

You’ll just pretend like you don’t even notice something is missing. Maybe once he sees you where he left you, completely unaffected by his absence, he’ll stop being such an ass. 

Perfect. Perfect plan. 

You shake your head and dance as the song ends. You can have fun by yourself if your boyfriend wants to be immature. 

Well, it would have been a perfect plan. 

As if he could somehow read your mind—which you almost wouldn’t doubt at this point—you spot Frankie in your vision once again. However, this time, he’s not coming over to you. 

He has a familiar dark look in his eyes that immediately soaks you, despite yourself. You stop dancing because as quick as you see him, he’s gone again. You spin in a panicked circle as the song changes to one by Duran Duran. You almost laugh at the irony as “Hungry Like the Wolf” blares through the speakers. 

Your phone buzzes in the small pocket of your bodysuit, and you pause your quick search to look at it. Your brow furrows as you see that it’s a text from Frankie. What the fuck is he playing at? Quickly, you unlock your phone and open your messages. 

“Better start running, baby,” the text reads. You look up, your eyes frantically scanning the crowd around you. Maybe the song choice isn’t so ironic after all. 

“Don’t let me catch you… feeling hungry like the wolf tonight…”

You don’t stop to think before you make a mad dash toward the exit, your heart dropping to your stomach as you go. You get some pissed looks as you shove through people, your heart hammering in your chest and your eyes darting every which way. 

You have no idea where he could be at this point. Maybe he’s somewhere inside, having missed your exit. He could be trailing right behind you, ready to grab you at any moment.

Soon enough, it is revealed that he is, once again, always one step ahead of you. As soon as you step out of the doors, a large body is engulfing yours and carrying you to a secluded spot on the patio, though there’s nobody outside anyway. 

You would scream if not for the large hand that covers your lips when he grabs you. You know it’s Frankie, of course, but the exhilaration that comes from the scare really adds to the game the two of you just started. 

You ignore the heat simmering between your legs as he sets you down on your own feet and removes his hand from your mouth. Neither of you move, you don’t look up, he doesn’t crouch down. You just stand there, breathing heavily as Frankie embraces your figure. 

You can’t help but lean back into him, letting your guard down probably isn’t the best idea right now, but you can’t find it in you to care about that fact at the moment. 

The fresh air feels nice on your heated cheeks, but Frankie's front against your back feels even better. The music continues to play faintly behind you as you sway side to side, Frankie’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his head resting on your shoulder. 

You swear you could stay here forever. Actually, you could stay anywhere, as long as you had Frankie. But right now, you can’t imagine anything more perfect than this. As long as you have your boyfriend’s arms around you, you would do anything or go anywhere he wants to. 

Your body may be his, but you decided a long time ago that your soul belongs to him as well. He can pick it up and do whatever he wishes with it, and you know he could never do anything that would cause your trust or love for him to dull.

“Look up, sweetheart,” Frankie’s soft voice brings you out of your thoughts, making you open your eyes. You hadn’t realized they had slid shut in the first place. 

The sight of the full moon high up in the night sky confirms your suspicions. Frankie’s going to turn tonight. 

Fuck, you’re screwed, your subconscious automatically screams at you. 

You can't miss the way your panties dampen as the thought crosses your mind. Your body stiffens as you fight the urge to run, the adrenaline getting the best of you.

Frankie must feel the way you tense up because his arms immediately tighten around you. 

“It’s alright, hermosa,” he whispers into your ear. “Just means we’ll have a bit more fun than usual.”

You try but fail to stifle your grin at his menacing tone. Just because you know you’re screwed doesn’t mean you don't enjoy it. 

“Probably got less than ten minutes now,” Frankie says far too casually. “Let’s pick up on our little chase, yeah?” 

He lets you out of his grasp this time, and you turn around to give him a peck on his cheek, allowing your hand to brush past his erection as you pull away. The touch is just enough for Frankie to grit his teeth as he hisses out. The warning glance he gives you makes arousal burn deep into your core, only serving to make you more excited. 

“I’ll give you a head start, sweetheart,” he says, his tone giving you a warning, “I’d take it if I were you.”

With his word, you spin on your heel, ready to plummet into the forest, but you only get about a foot before he has a large hand wrapped around your wrist. Your heart beats louder in your chest as you turn to look at him, his eyes dark with lust. 

“Don’t let me catch you this time,” he says, pulling you close enough for his lips to flutter across your ear as he speaks. “I won’t go easy on you.”

You ignore the shiver in your spine as you pull back as much as you can. 

“Maybe I don't want you to go easy on me,” you whisper back, earning a slight growl from Frankie. He lets his hand linger on you for only a moment more before letting go, this time allowing you to back away. 

“Don’t push yourself too hard then, because I’m going to fucking exaust you when I catch up.” 

You smile before turning once again, pushing yourself into the trees without looking back. 

***

The sound of your heartbeat is deafening as you run through the otherwise silent forest. The steady pitter-patter of the organ combined with your ragged breathing and your frantic footsteps make a horrifying symphony. Even those sounds seem muffled, though, with the amount of pure adrenaline that courses through your veins and drowns out your senses. 

Frankie can’t be too far behind you now. You guess you’ve been running for about fifteen minutes. There’s no doubt that he has turned at this point; he proved it with the howl you heard bellowing through the woods a couple minutes ago. 

Since then, you haven't stopped to take a breath. There is pure fear in the fact that you have a beast on your trail, but also excitement in knowing what will likely happen once he catches up. 

For now though, fear is the dominant emotion. It’s prominent enough to keep you going even as your hair gets tugged by branches and your skin gets scratched and torn by twigs and thorns. None of it seems to matter right now just as long as you can keep your distance from the monster hunting you down. 

Suddenly, you hear a snap from somewhere behind you. The noise is sharp, a twig snapping beneath heavy weight. It reverberates all around you, sending a shiver down your spine. Soon after, You pick up on the steady thumping of what sounds to be an animal hot on your tail. 

The sound gets closer and closer even as you push yourself to run faster. Your entire body is shaking and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes. You can practically feel Frankie’s breath on your neck, the sensation almost more powerful than the ache overtaking your legs and abdomen. 

“Please, leave me alone!” You cry out the plea over your shoulder, your voice bordering a sob. Your gut is curling with a mixture of panic and arousal. The responding growl makes the tears you have been holding spill over and your knees buckle. 

For a second, you’re worried that you might fall, but you’re pushed into the ground before you have the chance to do it yourself. The weight of Frankie pouncing on top of you knocks the wind out of you, a sharp cry leaving your lips as your breath is taken. 

In the time that it takes you to get your breath back, Frankie has your bodysuit torn enough to pry off of your shaking body, and your lacy panties shoved–or ripped–down your legs. Luckily, the bodysuit was the cheapest and easiest to find component of your costume. You can feel a whisper of his claws against your skin as he drags scraps away from where he needs you most.

Your arms flail wildly, your fingers trying to grasp a handful of fur from the beast atop you. Frankie sees what you’re trying to do, and with a growl, he ducks down and slides toward your feet, away from your hands. 

Before you can question what he’s doing, you feel something thick, wet, and warm against your bare, soaked cunt. 

A high pitched moan tumbles from your lips as Frankie drags his tongue across your pussy before dipping it into your core.

The hot muscle digs deep into your cunt, curling once it's in all the way. You can feel his nose bobbing up and down against your ass as he starts to work his tongue in and out of your cunt.

“F-Frankie, fuck!” You scream, feeling your orgasm building embarrassingly quickly.

The way his tongue swirls and scrapes against your walls is absolutely delicious, and that combined with the tip of the muscle prodding against your g-spot? You’re fucking done for. 

You’re writhing as Frankie brings his tongue out to swallow down the slick he’s collected, and you can feel the way a combination of your arousal and his saliva leaks out of your pulsing cunt, coming down to collect at your clit and make you shudder. You’re so close to coming, a warm feeling that can only be described as pure euphoria making a home deep in your lower abdomen. 

Almost as soon as he was gone, Frankie shoves his tongue back inside of you, meticulously prodding all the right places. You’re gasping and moaning so loud you have half the mind to feel bad for whatever critters might reside in these woods. 

That thought passes quickly, though, once you feel yourself returning to the edge. Frankie flicks his tongue one more time and you’re suddenly convulsing around him. The high seems to go on forever, your toes curling and your fingers grasping at the leafy ground in front of you. 

The beast doesn’t pull away as you come, instead, he allows you to rock your hips back and forth in order to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible. You don’t even notice that you moved your arm until you feel one hand entangled in soft fur, your subconscious mind telling you to hold him to you. 

You hear Frankie whine from behind you and you have to suppress the urge to giggle. He’s always liked it when you tug at his hair, and apparently, being in this form leaves no room for exceptions. 

Your body goes limp as Frankie backs away from you, making it easy for him to nudge you to prop you up where he wants you. Hands and knees, of course. He wastes no time in getting into position behind you, crowding you in with his massive form. 

The tip of his cock feels massive against your swollen cunt, but it only takes a few swipes of the beast’s hips before he is notched into your entrance. With one more thrust, he’s pushing in all the way, making you scream as your pussy stretches to accommodate his girth. 

Frankie lets out a series of whimpers as he starts a brutal pace, not giving you a second to adjust. Your hands come up to grasp above his paws, which are positioned on either side of your head, and then up a little. 

“F-Frankie!” Your moan comes out more like a screech, the pain quickly turning into a sick pleasure as he rips you open on his cock. Each time he thrusts, it’s accompanied by a puff of breath which fans out across your cheek. 

The sound of his whines and ragged breathing mix with the squelching noises coming from your cunt and the panting coming from your lips, everything combined making the filthiest symphony you’ve ever heard. 

Your second orgasm starts to build rapidly, your cunt beginning to flutter around Frankie’s unforgiving length. With each punch, the tip of his cock touches something heavenly within you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

You’re pretty sure you’re drooling, but you find that every limb has turned to jelly, preventing you from bringing your hand up to check. If not for the monster above you impaling you on his length, you would likely be flat on the forest floor right now. 

Every thought that had previously occupied your mind is forced out of you as Frankie effortlessly pries another orgasm from you. He doesn’t slow or pause as you squeeze around his cock like a vice. If anything, it only spurs him on and gets him going faster, if that's even possible. 

With each slam of his hips, you feel your body being sent forward, only stabilized by your palms, which are somehow still firmly planted on the ground. 

‘Oh god, Frankie,” your voice sounds hazy to your own ears. “F-feels so fucking good, Francisco.”

You hear him grunt at the sound of his full name, something you usually only call him in bed—or in this case, in the middle of nowhere. 

It does feel good, his cock feels absolutely massive. You know that it is definitely bigger than when he’s in his human form—the size of which should be considered supernatural in it’s own way. Right now, though, he feels bigger than ever, thicker, longer. The only thought occupying your mind at the moment is how badly you want to suck his cock. 

How the fuck does this man fuck you so good to the point where you fantasize about giving him a blowjob while he’s already inside of you? Next time, you’ll have to get his dick in your mouth before he shoves it into your cunt. 

Your eyes droop as your second orgasm morphs into a third, your body growing weaker with each movement from Frankie. You ignore the shaking to spread your legs wider to allow him better access, which results in him getting to a deeper spot with the new angle. 

Your mouth drops open as you begin to come again, a silent scream getting stuck in your throat. This time, as you constrict around his monstrous cock, you can feel his hips stutter. He’s getting close, which is probably a good thing considering you’re about to pass out from both pleasure and exhaustion. 

“C-come on, Frankie, f-fill me up,” you command through moans. It very obviously eggs him on because before you know it, he’s stilling inside of you, howling into the trees, and blowing his massive load deep into your core. 

The feeling of his cum painting your walls is fucking heavenly. Spurt after spurt of his warm seed fills you to the brim until it eventually starts to seep out around the base of his cock. If you thought you had felt full before, that was nothing compared to now. 

Frankie gives you a few minutes to calm down before he starts to lower himself to the ground, laying on his side and tugging you with him. Your body and mind are equally compliant with his request. 

As your eyes shut once again, you can feel Frankie starting to shift behind you, probably making his transformation back to his human form. Try as you might, you know you won’t have enough energy to wait for him to be done, so you make the most of it and snuggle into his soft fur. You know that you’ll wake up safe and sound in your bed, tangled with your kind, attentive, and very much human boyfriend.

[quickstappen]

track 006: secrets spilling (you can't stop them)

A/N: two parts less than two months apart?? what is happening here? well, now that exams are over i've got way too much time on my hands, enjoy this one (there might be some mistakes here, don't give them much thought please)

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marcilazzaro1 life is good 💚 didn't know how much i longed for peace before i experienced it for the first time in a long while :)

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shithappens you don't understand how precious this is to me 😭

sebastianvettel I told you I'll change your mind about gardening 💚

↳ quickstappen i'm sorry- sebastian what do you mean

↳ redmilton ariana, what are you doing here??

alexandrasaintmleux The views are incredible, can't wait to see it in person! 😍

↳ marcilazzaro1 trust me, it's so worth it

lance_stroll did he make you plant the greens too?

↳ marcilazzaro1 he did... it wasn't so bad

↳ lewishamilton Liar, liar 🙄 you literally texted me that you loved it

↳ sebastianvettel You loved it?

↳ marcilazzaro1 it was a lot more fun than i thought 💚

gorgeous_aa23 sebastian stand up man 💀

nyoomf1 so she's definitely in Switzerland 👀

screwderriaf1 it's so weird not seeing her in the garage 🥺

↳ pierrespookie it's amazing 😍 don't have to look at the bitch during race weekends

↳ madi_races girl,, get the fuck out 💀

darth_nando is anyone else lowkey shipping her with seb now? 💀

sarah_scott we need a girls night asap

↳ clairobernie_x i second that

↳ marcilazzaro1 get over here then

albonohypetrain where is she staying in Switzerland?? she bought a house?

↳ blondecedes i may be wrong but it looks like she's staying with Seb??

↳ albonohypetrain oh my god 🥹

brunolazzaro_03 is that coffe?? 🤨

↳ marcilazzaro1 it's black tea, chill

↳ lewibear hmm 🤔

maxverstappen1 who's gonna be on babysitting duty now that you're gone?

↳ marcilazzaro1 P is welcome to visit at any given time, she's always gonna be my favourite 😉

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sarah_scott only good vibes at the sleepover (of course the only certified baker had to win the cupcake competition)

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liza_mercf1 i hope you had fun! when's the new episode coming?

↳ sarah_scott don't worry, the new podcast episode is going live at 5pm this friday as always 🩷 this week with Callum Ilott

nyoomf1 oooh she's visiting Marci in Switzerland!!

redleclerc i love that they're still friends with Claire 🥹

lance_stroll with the amount of bags you had one would think you were leaving for at least a month, not 3 days

↳ sarah_scott i took a lot of housewarming gifts

↳ lance_stroll sure

↳ strollingaway 🤨 what's this then

brunolazzaro_03 did you vandalise the kitchen?

↳ clairobernie_x who do you take us for? of course we did

lewibear okay, now it's getting suspicious 🤨 no body shot again?

ilpredestinatox this looks so fun,, i also want a sleepover with this guys

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Eating Crow Chapter 1: The Little Flame of Treviso

“No scars. A talented assassin.” He observed, fixing the cuffs of his shirt. She pulled down the collar of her jacket, revealing gashes along the side of her throat. He let his eyes linger curiously. “My second most valuable asset is my face. I protect it.” "What other scars does she have? What other scars could we give her?” “Hmm.” He ignored Spite’s lust for violence - or maybe it was just plain lust. “What’s your first?” “My aim.”

Pairing: Lucanis x Fem Rook/OFC x sometimes Spite??

Summary: Born to renowned assassins and raised in the heart of Treviso, Fiamma De Riva hasn’t known home in a very long time. Orphaned, she was taken under the wing of her cousin, Viago, and quickly ascended through the ranks of the Antivan Crows.

After being sidelined for a well-meaning mistake, she abandoned the life she once knew to pursue the Dread Wolf alongside Varric, the only person left who still believed in her.

Now living under the alias “Rook,” Fiamma is rallying forces against elven gods. But when she must return to those she once called family for aid, she’s tasked with rescuing the Demon of Vyrantium, Lucanis Dellamorte, who might force her to reckon with the legacy she’s abandoned… and bring her dangerously close to the edge

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Welcome to my Lucanis fic! Mind the tags, grab a cup of coffee, and get cozy. If you're new to my fics, I LOVE lore. I usually get wrapped in dnd lore, but have been a Dragon Age fan for 13 years or something like that (that's terrifying to read back to myself) and you know...lore comes with the territory. I might get a few things wrong, feel free to (kindly) let me know. This is an 18+ fic, MDNI!

Things of note: Rook is Fem, human, mage, Antivan Crow. I like writing storylines and tension, but there will be smut! I don't know how the tags/warnings will evolve, but it's reasonable to expect some messy Spite consent stuff? Please read on AO3 if you need to track warnings, they will be inevitably detailed better there (or just want to be real sweet and give me hits/kudos/comments).

There will be spoilers! I am starting this right at the Sea of Blood quest where you get Lucanis. I suspect it will take me some time to flesh things out so hopefully that gives you time to finish the game!

─── ⊹⊱♤⊰⊹ ───

“You can’t be serious.” 

Fiamma De Riva paced Neve Gallus’ office, bright blue wisps parting for her as she changed directions in the small room. The detective had made cozy conditions out of a not-particularly welcoming space. She’d give her that, but the scattered papers and books set her on edge. Perched atop her desk, Neve sat with one leg crossed over the other. Her dwarven-crafted golden prosthetic glinted in the soft light as she bounced her foot in the air impatiently. 

“Rook, we’ve all got tough decisions to make. I know a family reunion isn’t the move you were hoping for, but we need an assassin.” 

“You have me!” 

“We need another assassin. You might be the Little Flame of Treviso, but we need something bigger, we need-”

Fiamma could hear the weariness in Neve’s words as she touched her forehead absentmindedly and winced, forgetting about the nasty cut gracing her forehead.

Fiamma felt a pang of guilt - if she’d told the mage to stay behind, perhaps things would have ended differently. She might not have gotten hurt and Varric…

Varric.

She shook her head, swallowing hard. Varric was going to be fine. Nobody else seemed worried about him. Why should she be? 

“You need the Demon of Vyrantium.” 

Neve offered a smile, holding out an opened letter. Fiamma took it apprehensively, her fingertips tracing the wings of the Antivan Crows’ seal.

“I’ve already arranged a meeting with his grandmother, First Talon Caterina Dellamorte, and your cousin, Viago.”

With a resigned sigh, she tossed the envelope aside and crossed her arms, averting her gaze. “I hate that you’re right.”

Neve pushed off her desk, squeezing Fiamma’s shoulder on the way out.

“If it’s any consolation, I usually am.” 

─── ⊹⊱♤⊰⊹ ───

Fiamma arranged for them to meet with a former friend, Teia, in Treviso, prior to meeting with Viago and Caterina. It would soften the blow of returning home to be greeted by a friendlier face first. 

“You made it. I hear you go by Rook these days.” 

“It’s good to see you. Neve, meet Andarateia of House Cantori.”

“No need to be formal with friends. Teia, please. Come, Viago is gathering the others. He’s happy you’re home.” 

“I somehow doubt that.”

“He’s missed you. You broke his heart when you went away.” 

“And he broke mine when he had me waiting on Caterina like a handmaid instead of protecting our city.” 

Teia sighed, proceeding to lead them through the city.

“When you said the others, did the others include Illario?”

“Oh, please, Fi-Rook. He doesn’t bite.”

“He might as well.” 

Fiamma glanced around at their surroundings, the dilapidated buildings, the quiet streets that were once bustling with life, romance, and joy. 

“I hate seeing Treviso ground down like this.” 

“This occupation will not last. The Antivan Crows remain. And one day, I will see a knife through every would-be tyrant’s throat.” 

They took a zipline to the Crows’ headquarters. Fiamma swung from the bars, enjoying the wind on her face as the city skyline swept below her feet. She landed with a cat’s grace, greeted by the familiar thud of cobblestone beneath her boots. She’d never admit it out loud, but she missed this. 

“A casino. Nice.” Neve said as they walked across a narrow beam.

“The Cantori Diamond.” Fiamma sneered. 

“Watch it.” Teia called back to her.

Vaulted ceilings and plush furniture awaited them in the meeting chamber. Fiamma eyed the empty goblets near one chair, wondering which was full of the diluted poison Viago dosed himself with every day. Paranoid bastard.

“Two years.” Her cousin growled as they entered. 

“Nice to see you too, Viago.”

“Did you finish that contract? To stop your Dread Wolf?” 

“It wasn’t a formal contract. I left, remember?” Fiamma asked. “When you called me an embarrassment to our house? But since you asked, no, not yet. Things are more complicated.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? Crows always finish the job.”

“We just can’t take initiative, right? My run-in with the Antaam taught me that.” She bit back.

“Don’t let him scold you too much. Vi was worried about you.” Teia interjected to ease the tension.  

Viago lowered his head, clearing his throat and kicking at the polished ground under his boots. “Fiammetta-”

“It’s Rook, now.” 

From the corner of her eye, she watched as Illario shifted his weight from foot to foot, watching her with a pained expression. She’d deal with that later. 

“Rook. You remember Caterina Dellamorte.” Viago said.

“A pleasure.” She gave a slight bow. Despite changing the First Talon’s linens and bringing her breakfast on her balcony, Fiama had acquired a fondness for her. 

“Have you finally returned home, Fiamma?” Illario interrupted, and the thin smile Caterina began to offer vanished. 

“I’ve come to ask for assistance. My current target is a pair of elven gods - that’s what they call themselves, at least. They’re ancient blighted mages. I need our best. Someone who brought blood mages and Venatori to their knees.”

“My grandson.” Caterina said, her brow furrowing. 

“Lucanis Dellamorte is dead.” Viago said, “He was killed a year ago now. If you’d remained home, you’d know-”

“Dead?” Fiamma blinked. She never thought it would be possible for anyone to best the Demon of Vyrantium. Not unless foul play was involved. Despite his occasional smugness, she found no pleasure in the news. Particularly since there wouldn’t be another assassin on offer even half as good as him. Her eyes flicked to Caterina, to offer condolences. The First Talon would never admit to playing favorites, but in the time Fiamma spent in her home, and being courted by her youngest grandson, it was clear Lucanis was who she favored to take her place. 

“What I say doesn’t leave this room.” Caterina said, “The body our people brought back was not my grandson. It was dressed in his clothing, but it had been altered with blood magic to have his face.”

“My cousin is still alive?” Illario hissed, “And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“His ship was attacked. We knew someone sold him out…so you kept your suspicions to yourself?” Viago was clearly surprised by the news. 

“But you’ve brought it up now. Why?” Neve asked. 

“I’ve had eyes on the Venatori ever since they took my grandson from me,” Caterina answered. “They were hunting your Dread Wolf. And what you did to his ritual threw them into disarray. They made mistakes, and now I have a location. The Ossuary. Where the Demon of Vyrantium is kept. Find this Ossuary. Find Lucanis, and you’ll have your god-killer. And I’ll have my grandson.” 

“Come. Caterina arranged a boat. One of our mages will meet us there.” Illario said, leading them to the docks.

“A boat?” Fiamma asked, following him down the steps. 

“Did you think the Venatori would keep a normal prison? Or that one could hold the Demon of Vyrantam? The Ossuary lies beneath the sea. A fact I learned mere minutes ago. Maybe she thought I’d act too rashly trying to save him.” He said bitterly, his eyes meeting hers. “Seems everyone enjoys keeping me in the dark.”

“Illario-”

“I would have words with you upon your return.” He commanded, “Right now, I need to learn whether my cousin is still alive.”

A small boat rocked in the gentle current by the dock, a lantern affixed to its bow. A Crow in a purple hood watched them warily, waiting.

“There, you take the boat.”

“You’re not coming?”

“You play the alluring hero. You’re the one who needs redemption so badly.” Illario was on edge, but there seemed to be more to it than a broken heart and family drama. “Someone has to make sure we weren’t followed.”

As the boat pushed away from the dock, Fiamma watched him disappear into the streets of Treviso. She didn’t miss him. Most times, she didn’t like him. But she knew how he felt about his family, and her heart ached for him, even just a little. 

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By Lucanis Dellamorte’s count, he had been in this underwater prison for a year. 

Give or take.

It would be beautiful if he were here for any other reason. When he’d arrived to start the contract assigned to him, the views were breathtaking. 

Occasionally, he’d prayed the enchantments keeping the Ossuary in place would fail. That he’d drown and get lost in the fade, or wherever he was bound to go. What would happen to him in death? And Spite, the demon who shared his body and consciousness? They had an agreeable ally ship, if only because they were both imprisoned and stuck with one another against their will. 

He’d scratched a mark for each day in his crystalline prison. With no weapons, he used his fingernails, sometimes scraping until he bled to carve a line deep enough. He had to remember. He had to survive. 

The days Calivan didn’t send for him, he scratched to the left. The days he was tortured, on the right. Eventually, the right became so crowded, they all blurred together. 

A familiar voice caught his attention outside, interrupting his ritual.

“We don’t have to fight. We’re just here for Lucanis Dellamorte.”

“Come to save us?” Spite asked eagerly. “Took them long enough.”

But who was it? Not Caterina. He’d know it was her in an instant. Not Teia…

“Razikale, Dragon of Mystery. Lusacan, Dragon of Night—” As the Ossuary Guard began his incantation, Lucanis sensed Spite’s excitement.  

“Hear your faithful call—” 

“Now, now!”

With the guard distracted, the defenses of his prison were weak enough that Spite propelled them over the top.

He was flying.

A lifetime of training and muscle memory returned to him instantly. On instinct, he seized the nearest guard from behind, using him as a shield as another advanced on him with a sword, cutting clean through. With a swift, fluid motion, he propelled the lifeless body into his attacker, sending them into the air to be impaled by a nearby crystal stalagmite. With a running charge, he snapped the necks of two advancing guards, stealing one’s sword. His hand closed around the hilt, the cool metal causing him - and Spite - to shiver with anticipation. He turned at the sound of footsteps, slashing the throat of the final Venatori.

“Lucanis.”

He turned slowly to greet his rescuer, the essence of Spite’s wings retreating into his spine. 

Fiamma De Riva. Viago’s little cousin. She’d been sentenced to serve as Caterina’s assistant as punishment for foiling a Crow operation. Good intentions aside, she’d acted rashly, and whether she believed it or not, she got off easy. 

De Riva had always been pleasant enough. A bit cold towards him, but he didn’t hold it against her. Lucanis could tell her ego was hurt. Even worse, he knew she looked at Caterina’s home, the home he grew up in, and felt he hadn’t earned it. And she’d been right. He’d only earned his place in those halls by birthright, but his place in the Crows…he’d earned through blood and sweat.

But never tears. Caterina had no patience for tears. Poor Illario. 

She’d been given the quarters next to his during her assignment. Despite her reputation for being a bit of a spitfire, living up to her namesake of “Little Flame”, she was quiet. Polite. And she treated his grandmother well. Earned her respect - no simple task. She was possibly the only person who Caterina Dellamorte would listen to regarding her health. If little De Riva had tacked a few more years on to his grandmother’s life, she had his gratitude for it. 

Oh, how Illario had pined for her. She entertained it for some time, before his spoiled nature got on her nerves. But he fell hard. Once, his cousin drank himself into such a state outside Fiamma’s locked door that he nearly failed to fulfill a shared contact. Lucanis had to slap him awake, then pull him along just so he could do all the heavy lifting.  

He’d do it all over just to see his little cousin again.  

“Little De Riva? She looks like a grown woman to me.” Spite interjected, making him acutely aware that he was never alone in his thoughts. 

“I’m only five years her senior. But five years is a sizeable gap when you’ve known someone since childhood.” Lucanis thought back quickly, dismissing the demon’s observations. 

“Dellamorte!” Beside Fiamma, a dwarf woman had her bow pulled tightly, aimed in his direction.

“Rook. He’s possessed by a demon.” She warned. 

“Rook?” Lucanis tilted his head curiously. 

“It’s complicated.” She blurted. “Caterina promised us a mage killer if we broke you out of here. Can I count on you?”

He nodded. “I can still work.”

“Are you really possessed?”

“It’s complicated.” He said, glancing around the room. “I will help you, but I need something from you first. They have a vial of my blood. They can use it to control me. I cannot leave it in their hands. And…I had a contract when I was captured. One of my targets is here. Calivan.”

“Blood magic.” She scowled. “Come on. He’s good to go, Harding.”

“Forget the contract. We need to get out of here!” Harding said, her arrow still pointed at the center of his chest. 

“Crows don’t break contracts.” He and De Riva said in unison.

Harding sighed and lowered her bow. “Alright, let’s make this quick.”

“I’ll owe you.” Lucanis said as they exited the chamber. 

“I’m sure we’ll owe each other when this is all over.” Rook countered.

“Yes. I’d like to be owed a favor by the Little Flame.” Spite growled with delight.

De Riva was an impressive assassin, he thought to himself, as they fought their way through Venatori. He hadn’t seen her fight often, but it was evident she wasn’t out of practice. She’d left Treviso shortly before he’d been captured, where he wasn’t sure, but it was encouraging to see a Crow refuse to give up her work. It was good work. 

“I found it!” Rook’s voice broke him from his thoughts. She held the flask of his blood in the air and his stomach clenched. She was a mage, after all, and with his blood in her hands-

“Destroy it!” He and Spite snarled at the same time. She hesitated, staring at the vial in her palm. 

“Can I trust you? Can you promise me I don’t need to stow this for safekeeping?”

“Not hers!” Spite screamed in his head. “Stop her! Throttle her until she-”

“You can trust me,” Lucanis said evenly. 

Rook’s eyes narrowed. “I hope you’re right.”

She threw the vial to the ground, and with a flick of her wrist, ignited the remnants of his blood in flame. 

“Thank you.” He said, 

“Don’t mention it. Let’s go kill your target.”

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Caterina was nowhere in sight when Lucanis returned to Treviso.

“Maker…” Teia breathed as he and Rook entered. 

“What happened here?” Lucanis demanded. 

Illario slammed his fist on the table. “A message. From Zara Renata.”

Spite raged in his skull, so loudly that he didn’t notice Illario approaching.

“I can’t believe it. You’re home.” He said, grasping Lucanis’ thumb and wrapping his fingers around it in a typical Crow handshake. 

“Zara…her people got this close?” Lucanis asked, letting his arm fall to his side as he paced, assessing the room. 

“The woman who runs the prison?” Rook asked.

“The woman who captured me.” Lucanis glanced towards the door. “Where’s Caterina?”

Teia lowered her head and stifled a sob, Viago coming behind her and placing his hand on her shoulder. Something always existed between them, but Lucanis wasn’t sure if they’d acted on it yet.

“The Venatori got her in the confusion.” Viago said. 

“I get two of you back, just to lose the other.” Illario lamented.

“Lucanis…I’m so sorry.” Neve said from behind Rook.

“No…time…to…grieve!”

Lucanis ignored Spite.

“I need to work.”

“You should take some time-” Neve began, holding out her hand.

“He doesn’t need time.” Rook interjected, stepping forward and holding his gaze. “He needs a target.”

Spite’s responding arousal was palpable. 

“I like her.”

─── ⊹⊱♤⊰⊹ ───

Lucanis braced one arm on the weathered mantelpiece, staring into the flames as they crackled on the hearth. He was in the fade. Or something like that. The Lighthouse, Rook had called it. And what a strange place it was. Fiamma - Rook now, as she asked him to address her - had another companion, Bellara, who had been thinking out loud since his arrival. 

“-they’re the same thing. Mostly. Kind of,” she said to Neve from the table. 

“Except one will manipulate you. Or kill you. Or both.” Neve replied. 

The doors to the kitchen opened.

“What’s everyone talking about?” Rook asked.

Lucanis turned away from the hearth. 

“Spite.”

“The demon inside of Lucanis.” Neve clarified. “When a person gets possessed, the demon usually takes control.”

“And they turn into a monster. The spirit just…molds them. However they want.” Bellara added.

Neve’s mouth formed a line. “I’ve heard of abominations being cured by killing the demon in the Fade. That’s not a sure bet, though.” 

“Well, there’s one way…” Bellara said, staring at her hands, “but it’s…well…we’d have to, um…”

“You’d have to kill me,” Lucanis finished. 

The room seemed to hold its breath.

“We’ll find another way.” Rook said. She didn’t seem impassioned about the statement, but it was comforting she wanted him alive. Behind her, Spite admired her with a sinister smile. 

“She won’t hurt you. How sweet.”

Get away from her. Lucanis commanded.

The demon leapt back next to the fireplace, crouching, and Lucanis turned his head to ignore him.

“I want to talk to her.”

The others continued their conversation, but he couldn’t hear anything over Spite’s impatience. 

“Let me talk to them! I want. To talk. To ROOK!”

“ROOK!”

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, Spite channeling all of his energy into the equivalent of a punch to the face. Lucanis pinched his nose, feeling the blood pool between his thumb and forefinger, with a stifled gasp of pain. 

Bellara shot up from her seat, mouth agape.

“Lucanis!”

He held out his hand in protest, his voice calm, summoning years of training to keep himself from trembling. “No. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“What just happened?” Rook asked. 

“He’s throwing a tantrum because he didn’t get his way. He’d do this in the Ossuary. The Fade does whatever a spirit wants. Real walls with chains, not so much. Just…give me a minute. He’ll get bored once everyone leaves.” 

Rook lingered, hands on a chair back, as the others left, eyeing him warily. 

“You’re still here.” Lucanis said.

“Having an abomination in the Lighthouse makes me nervous.” She finally said after several beats of silence.

He bristled. “Well, being an abomination makes me nervous, too.”

He held up a hand to silence her, walking around the table until he was only a sword’s length from her, studying her face. He couldn’t fault Illario for being heartbroken. She was stunning. How many times had she used her looks to her advantage? Was she like Teia, killing only men who deserved it by luring them to their deaths, like a Siren at sea? Or did she use the advantage of her beauty to kill more than just politicians and rapists?

“No scars. A talented assassin.” He said, fixing the cuffs of his shirt. 

She pulled down the collar of her jacket, revealing gashes along the side of her throat. He let his eyes linger curiously. 

“My second most valuable asset is my face. I protect it.” 

“What other scars does she have? What other scars could we give her?” 

“Hmm.” He ignored Spite’s lust for violence - or maybe it was just plain lust - and took a few steps back, dragging his finger along the wood of the dinner table.

“What’s your first?”

She turned to depart, the heels of her boots clicking on the stone floor as she strode towards the doors, throwing them open. She grinned over her shoulder back at him, showing him just how charming she could be. 

“My aim.”

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITJOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @lulusplaycorner, @psychokinetic-ectoplasm, @theselfshippingwitch

warnings: swearing

Darren laughed as I rolled my way onto the roof of his winnebago. I popped back up and made a face at him, just grouchy enough to get him to pause before nearly doubling over in laughter.

"Yeah see if its so fucking funny when you have to do it dickwad." I called down. Darren shook his head before climbing up after me. He groaned as he hoisted himself over the edge, having to roll onto the roof as well. I sat in the middle of the roof, watching him carefully. "See? I told you." Darren gently smacked my arm as I laughed at him.

"Laugh all you want. We got up here didn't we?" He asked. I held my hands up in defense.

"You laughed at me first." I said, raising my eyebrows as he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. Because it was funny then." He countered.

"Oh but now that you had an issue, it isn't so funny anymore?" I asked. Darren flipped me off and I nearly fell over laughing. "Rude."

"Yeah yeah yeah." He laughed before drawing me closer. "Do you want the blanket or are you ok?" I leaned against him happily and shook my head.

"I'm good." I said, glancing up at the sky. "Just need these clouds to pass and I think we'll be alright." Darren followed my gaze.

"Might be a while." He said, glancing at the computer he'd set up earlier in the day. "Looks like the forecast changed a little. Might snow a bit before the clouds disappear."

"Then we'll just have to hop down the skylight and come back up later." I shrugged. Darren smiled at me before kissing my head.

"I love you." He whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around me. "You're absolutely amazing. I don't think I saw either one of those things often enough." I felt my cheeks heat up as I buried my face in his coat.

"Darren." I whined as he kissed my head again. His body shook with ill contained laughter. "I love you too though." I said, lifting my head. Darren hummed before cupping my cheek, kissing me softly. The wind blew through the trees and I shuddered before huddling closer to him.

"Any time you want to head back in let me know." He whispered, holding me close before grabbing the blanket. "Oh. Look." Darren pointed up past the tree line as the clouds started to move. "Looks like we won't be getting that snow after all."

"It looks so pretty." I whispered as I took the edge of the blanket he wrapped around me. The stars started to appear more and more as we watched. The moon appeared soon after; big and full, giving off enough light to just barely see by.

“did you know the moon landing…” Darren started. I groaned and let my head fall back against his shoulder.

“Darren.” I laughed. “Please don’t.” He looked at me with a small frown. “It’s a nice moment. Please don’t ruin it.”

“but the whole conspiracy…hmm…” he hummed as I kissed him. Cupping his cheek, I held tight to the blanket as I tugged him down. Pulling back, I rubbed my thumb over his cheek. “They recorded…” I leaned in and kissed him again.

“Darren. Shut up please.” I whispered, barely pulling back from him. “Let’s just enjoy this moment. The stars. The moon. The company.” Darren nodded softly, eyes slightly out of focus from the kiss.

“ok.” He breathed out. Rubbing his nose against mine, he sighed happily. “I’ll drop it.” I kissed him softly again.

“thank you.” I said, laying my head on his shoulder as we curled up against each other. “Look. A shooting star. Make a wish Darren.”

“I don’t have to.” He whispered, kissing my head. “I have everything I could ever wish for right here.” I looked up at him with a smile, cheeks heating up as he smiled at me fondly.

“ah Darren.” I murmured. He smiled back at me before kissing me again. “Merry Christmas Darren. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said. “Merry Christmas.”

[the-kr8tor]

Hiyaaa, love your work and the way you write Hobie. Could I please request a Hobie x reader where the reader struggles with eating and Hobie is trying to coax the reader into eating.

Hi hun! I've seen you around my notifs! Thank you for the love ❤️ this is my first time writing something like this, so I hope this is okay. Thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mention, FLUFF.

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You sigh as you rummage through your fridge for the third time that night, putting your hands inside the pockets of your hoodie, wringing your fingers together. You look at the contents of your fridge, as if staring at it will magically change what's inside. Even though it's filled with ingredients to cook with, some tupperwares of leftovers, fruits that are definitely over ripe. You tilt your head, finding nothing that interests you, too tired to cook.

Hobie's unexpected voice startles you, "did you put the telly in there or somethin'?"

You jump slightly, clutching your chest. "Hobie! When'd you get here?"

Hobie struts towards you, still in his suit, mask discarded on your dining table, "just now, I knocked on your window, you were busy watching the fridge to notice me" his hand flew behind you, landing on the fridge door "what are you even lookin at?" You move to the side, giving him space, his hand that was previously on the door latches on to your back, holding you.

You lean into his touch, grasping the edge of his vest, playing with the rough leather. "Nothing"

He notices your low energy reply, already knowing your predicament, "want me to make you something?" He bends his knees looking inside, cataloging which ingredients he can use to make a meal.

"You don't have to" you say softly, looking at him.

"Well, I want to" he looks at your downturned lips, eyes glassy. Hobie finally gets what you mean, heart shattering for you. But he doesn't say it, lest he might make you more upset. He notices the small tremors in your hand, "You need to eat something, even just a little, get your strength up, yeah?" Hobie holds your hand that's been playing with his vest, kissing the back of it fondly. He spots the red fruit inside one of the drawers in your fridge, getting an idea.

You swallow down a lump in your throat. "I'll try"

He smiles, "thank you" he pecks your cheek "sit down for me, I'll make it quick"

"Can I help?"

"What? You worried that I might burn down your flat?"

You chuckle softly, Hobie feels proud that he made you smile, despite what you're currently feeling "no, I just want to help" guilty that you're making him do all the work, right after what must've been a tough day.

"Alright, grab that apple for me" he surrenders to you.

You hand him a couple of shiny red apples, he grabs them from you, his hands big enough to hold them both in one hand. "What else?"

"That's it" Hobie rinses the fruits in the sink.

"That's it?"

"Mm-hmm, go sit your pretty ass down. I'll be there in a few" a satisfying crunch reaches your ears when he cuts them in the middle.

You stand there watching him expertly use the knife to cut the first apple into neat slices. "What're you doing?"

"You'll see"

"Okay then, keep your secrets" you give in, trusting him. sitting down on the dining chair, waiting for whatever he's making.

Hobie smiles, hands carefully cutting the slices of the apple skin.

You hear a few crunching sounds, hearing Hobie whisper out a word you can't decipher. "You okay?" Thinking he might've accidentally cut himself.

"I'm fine" you see him put a slice in his mouth.

You grab his mask, looking at the details of it. A few minutes later he comes to the table with a plate full of apple slices.

You look closely at it as he lays it in front of you, Hobie sits down beside you, watching your reaction.

"Are those bunnies?" You look at the apple slices cut into bunny shapes, you hold one up, finger grazing the 'ears'

"Yep, thought it might help with your appetite" he watches you closely, "is that okay?"

"They're adorable" you grin at him, heart swelling in fondness "thank you" you reach out to him for a hug.

Hobie shuffles closer to you, chair scraping on the floor, he's so close your thighs meet his, he hugs you tight, hand cradling the back of your neck. "you sure it's okay?"

"Yes, but I think they're too adorable to eat though" you pull away staring at the 'bunny', Hobie's hand slides to your waist, thumb caressing you softly.

"Their sacrifice won't be in vain" he grabs one, popping it in his mouth. He chews, pushing the plate closer to you.

You bite into the slice, the sweet taste bursts on your tongue. "The screaming doesn't help though" you play along with his bit.

Hobie almost chokes, pausing his chewing. You laugh at his reaction, rubbing his back, taking another bite. He moves his hand over to your thigh, patting it as he swallows the fruit down.

"You okay?" You ask, in between laughs.

Hobie grabs another slice "I'll live, you good?"

"Yeah, I'm good" you thump your forehead against his shoulder "Where'd you even learn how to cut it like that?"

He hands you another slice "I'll tell you if you help me finish this entire plate"

"Deal" You grab the apple from his hand, munching down on it.

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

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and love.

ɴᴄᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ¹ : ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ 'ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'

. ★彡 genre: fluff

. ★彡 trigger warnings: swear words

. ★彡 requests are being worked on, apologies for the delay

. ★彡 a/n: uh, this is gonna be like scenarios ig. imma do other groups as well changed my layouts and shit

❝ 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔❞

╰─▸ ❝ 愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ] ࿐ྂ

lyric making sessions in the studio were you're favourite. mark didn't have to hide what he felt in that room. the only room where you could be as intimate and honest as you want. today was another one of those sessions. it was 2 in the night- when both of you were exhausted from everything that happened for the whole day, your bodies demanding rest but your heads running on full power, because they knew today might be the last day you could spend time together considering you were going on tour. that would last you three long months.

"Do you think I should add...hmm let's see- oh do you think I should add like- uh I don't know", you groaned in frustration. the nerves in your brain working ay full capacity to put your feelings into words. but unfortunately for you that's not working. your boyfriend, mark chuckled softly. his fingers grazing the strings of his guitar. he strummed the instrument to release a melody that filled your heart with warmth.

how can him just doing the bare minimum fill your heart?

"What you looking at?", mark asked his eyebrows raised. you just grinned shaking your head. silence covered the room. you only have today until the next few months but none of you said a word. it could be that there was so much to say but so little time- or it could be that you have nothing to tell each other at all, after all, it's been 3 long years since you started dating.

you went back to scribbling ideas. nothing really striking your head. meanwhile, mark watched you. his eyes crying with love. he was so head over heels for you it wasn't even a joke anymore.

"Like the moon in the sky, you come to my mind every night"

you suddenly stated picking up words from every corner of your brain. mark looked down at you, sprawled on the floor from the couch with wide eyes before he rested his guitar aside and snatched the paper from you to write something. you waited impatiently. what was he doing for so long??? in less than five minutes mark was done writing.

you stood up from your seat and went next to him. mark gave you a wide grin later handing you the paper. your eyes scanned over the lyrics, the smile on your face growing wider and wider with every line you read. when you were done reading, you're eyes met his before disappearing and forming moons on either side.

mark felt his heart stop. is this what love meant? to adore the person so much that you feel like you're dying? he didn't know that. all he knew was the you in front of him will be the you he wants to be with forever. the three words that wretched his heart for so long finally left his lips.

the three words he's always been meaning to tell you, finally reaching you.

"I love you"

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆 ] ࿐ྂ

it was renjun's therapy day and you had no reason to be here except for the fact that you're boyfriend asked you to tag along. you were lead into an empty room full of white canvases. renjun was told to paint his feelings onto the whiteness. and it seemed like he was suffering greatly, because he couldn't put anything onto the blankness.

you sighed feeling every bit of your energy drain away by the passing minute. who would've known a therapy session can be so boring. a whine escaped your lips as your head fell onto the table. this wasn't your first attempt at complain but it seemed like every other one, this was ignored by your boyfriend too.

deciding its high time you show him how it's done, you picked up some brushes, some paints and a canvas opposite renjun to show him your talent. for the new few minutes or more like an hour, it was nothing but silence. both of you focusing on your pieces too much that nothing else mattered.

renjun was the first one to finish his- he started way before you anyways. it wasn't until now that he realised his girlfriend was also busy creating something herself. "What are you doing?", he asked only to he ignored. Guess karma is real after all. he took a seat and waited. he knew how easy it was to break your focus so he let you be.

but his eyes never left you. he observed every little detail about you. this image of you in an artist apron, with brushes in your hair, paint on your face, etching into his head forever. no matter how many times he looks at you, it still feels like the first time. he stopped breathing when that one strand of hair fell onto your face and you tried you're hardest to blow it away.

he could be dead right now, and he wouldn't mind it. when it seemed like you were done, he walked towards you. "Nah, show me your's first", you asked hiding your's away. he rolled his eyes turning his canvas to you. a blue sea, a couple standing in the water. it was breathe taking. you're boyfriend is talented, but not as much as you and you stood on that.

with a smug grin on your face, acting like you've just done the next revolutionary thing, you turned your painting to him. his eyes widened before he started laughing right in your face. your proud smug was replaced by a pout. "You're so mean. I tried my best!", you whined throwing your painting away and taking a seat.

renjun, who couldn't stop laughing sat next to you. his eyes watering, a hand on his stomach because why was his girlfriend the cutest and the dorkiest shit ever.

"You're so adorable, I love you"

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ] ࿐ྂ

it didn't take you two a minute to smash lips together. After not being able to see each other for almost 3 months or so, it was a reward to be around each other. jeno was busy with dream and their new comeback while you were just you, having so much on your plate.

pulling away for a spilt second, you connect lips again no wanting to let ago so easily. jeno pushed you against the wall, his hands resting on your exposed waist, rubbing soft circles while you two made out. that went on for about a few minutes, until the door bell rang.

a whine escaped your lips as soon as you retracted lips. he left to answer the door and collect the delivery he had ordered before coming over to your's. "Let's eat first, I know you're hungry", he stated leaving a soft peck on your lips.

you roll your eyes but give in, considering how your belly just rumbled. taking a seat on the couch, you played something on the huge TV that covered half of your wall. "I still can't get over your huge dorm", he said opening the boxes.

chuckling you take a bite of the fried chicken, a groan of pleasure leaving you instantly. jeno looked at you wide eyes, his gaze softening not long after, his eyes disappearing as he watched you eat. just you eating is filling his heart with warmth. your attention shifted to the screen, your favourite anime catching your eye.

"How many times will you watch Saiki.K?"

rolling your eyes, you shove another piece into your mouth. "Saiki is the love of my life", you state sighing proudly. jeno smiled at your antics, impressed with the way you were gobbling everything down. he adored you for every little thing you did, for how hard you worked, for how you smiled no matter what, for how you could light up a room with just a grin.

jeno before he had even realised, found himself wrapped around your fingers, his heart in your hands. he wasn't afraid of you breaking it, he was afraid of loosing it to you, permanently- which in his eyes again wouldn't be a bad thing. his eyes stayed on you, just you smiling at the screen, with a mouthful of food. his muscles moved faster than his brain could.

"Y/N, i love you"

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ] ࿐ྂ

"mark said they'll be here in fifteen minutes", cyou hum pouring yourself a glass of water, chugging it down instantly. your eyes then drifted to your boyfriend, who had the biggest pout humanity has ever witnessed resting on his face, for the past twenty minutes or so. why? because he was upset, he has to leave and that he won't be able to see you for another week. a smile makes it way to you, cooing internally at how cute hyuck is being, but you'd never admit it, considering how he already has enough inflated ego.

reaching the couch, you take a seat next to him, spreading your legs on the table. donghyuck latches onto your arm, snuggling his head into your chest, a whine escaping his lips at your lack of response- desperation. cause he was desperate, trust him, very desperate to stay with you even for an hour or a minute longer. he was already planning ways to come see you in between practise, or to call you over during the middle of the night. 

"Your comeback is soon you know", you reminded him while taking a bite of the chocolate he got you, as a present, today. he whined again, resting his head in the crook of your neck, the grip on your hand growing tighter because he doesn't want to let you go. when he could find all the comfort he needs, right next to you, with you in his arms, why is he putting all this hard work for? don't get him wrong, he loves his fans and his job, but you, the way he loves you was different, it was the love that made him crazy, like right now.

sighing, you ran your fingers through his hair. you truly loved hyuck with all your fucking heart, but if he didn't leave now, all your schedules- like a ton of them that were lined up for today would be paused, even worse cancelled. "Come on, we can see each other next weekend hmm", you tried persuading him but he wasn't listening. a tune of whines filled your ears, as he climbed onto your lap and locked you up with both his arms.

cupping his cheeks, you made him look at you. "sunshine, stop behaving like a kid-", he looked down refusing to meet your eyes. sighing you let a promise slip up, well, if it makes him happy then anything for him. "I'll come visit you someday in between, what do you say?", you offer only to find his face light up like the night sky. it was as if he's been waiting for you to make that statement. slapping his arm after seeing right through his antics, you point to the door that someone started knocking.

he looked at you, before pressing his lips against your's in a long, slow kiss, the one that would last him until however long you see each other again. you smile against his lips, feeling all your energy drain right under his touch. donghyuck pulled away with his heart running miles an hour, his stomach full with butterflies, and the overwhelming feeling of you surrounding him. you wait considering how he was still sprawled on your lap, and he says the words you'd definitely grow to adore.

"I love you"

╰─▸ ❝愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐀 ] ࿐ྂ

"I'm so tired, I'm sorry", jaemin whispered in your ear, his arms wrapping themselves around your back while he watched you cook your dinner for today. you give him a soft smile, kissing his cheek later turning your attention back to the food that was sizzling on the pan. "It's okay. don't worry about it". his grip around you tightened, his chin now resting on your shoulder. jaemin felt really bad, you were tired and top of that you promised to cook him food. 

as one of the best cooks known to the industry, he was more than happy to have you cook for him, feeling utmost blessed for having you on his side, closer than everyone else. "You know, our company is making me cook for all of my close friends, it's a new content for my youtube channel", your soft voice flew into his ears making him grin widely. with his eyes closed he hummed. "Will you be able to handle that?". you nodded plating the two side dishes you've prepared. "It's okay, even though i'm an idol I love feeding people", you state taking a bite of the ramen you cooked. with the same chopsticks, you fed jaemin some, who groaned at the taste. 

"It's just ramen"

he shook his head pulling you closer if that's possible. silence fell over you two, the comfort feeling too good to be true, which it was considering how you had to run again to make schedules. "I'm so proud of you", he suddenly muttered drowning the back of your neck in soft kisses. chuckling you wiggle under his touch, feeling the tickles spread all over your spine. "That was random". he gave you the widest grin, turning you on your heels to make you face him. his eyes stayed in you for a second longer, taking every part of you into his brain. making sure to leave it there permanently, just like he left every part of you in his heart. you wrapped your arms around his torso, smiling. 

his lips softly touched your's, jaemin pouring every ounce of love from all his cells into you, for you. you've never imagined yourself to fall so hard for someone, to look forward to touching someone so much, that your heart physically hurt from it- jaemin could say the same too, every part of him yearned to hold you, touch you. this magical feeling was just enough to keep you two going. pulling away, he let his eyes linger again. from your eyes to your lips to your nose. "I'm like so proud of you, thank you for doing so good, and thank you for being mine", he whispered into the tiny space that separated you. "I know, and I am too", you give him the widest of grins he had ever seen, the one that he had on his face right now. 

jaemin knew he didn't have to look far, to find you, the one he'd give his forever to.

"I love you"

╰─▸ ❝ 愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐄 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆] ࿐ྂ

chenle was nervous. like his heart is slowly sinking down to his feet, his brain rotting away with every time the long hand on the clock he has been staring at since the past three hours moved. according to your manager, you were meant to be home at 12AM but it was two now, and you were no where to be seen. sure, he had sent you multiple texts, he even texted your manager to find out how long until you were home, but none of you replied. no, he wasn't nervous because he was worried what would've happened to you, but he was nervous because of the ring that stood on the table in front of him.

no, he isn't planning to ask you out. considering how you had been dating for only about a year or so, he knew asking you out, engagement were very far away, but he also knew you were the one he'd be spending the rest of his life with, whether you like it or not, but either way that wasn't the point. the point was, when he was on his world tour, he stumbled upon this couple rings set, which without a doubt he found absolutely stunning, therefore he bought it. he has, after a lot of convincing from himself, decided to give it to you today.

ha! as on cue, he heard the passcode on your door being typed. with a long sigh, you walked in to find chenle judging you real hard. "What?", you asked taking your shoes off, later dropping your bag onto the floor and falling onto the couch. with the reflex faster than lightning, he pulled the ring into this pocket, without you noticing it. "Why are you this late?", he interrogated crossing his arms. you rolled your eyes, tying your hair up, feeling all sticky. "the practise, had to go longer cause we had to change some steps", you state ready to take a shower. he gives you a green signal letting you leave while he battled with his own nerves.

in less than twenty minutes, you walked out, your hair tied up. "Did you eat?", you question pouring yourself some water. he nodded, slipping the ring box onto your couch. quenching your thirst, you rush to fall into his arms, the desperation for peace evident in your actions. chenle chuckles letting you it on his lap, his arms secured around you. "I missed you", you whispered kissing his chin. he nods causing you to lift your eyebrows up in question. the boy was pissing his pants but he knew he had to do it. taking the ring he once hid, he put it in front of you. your eyes widen as soon as he opens the box, two very similar looking rings coming into your vision.

"Y/n, I think you're the best thing that has ever happened to me, so I want you to have this. this is a promise I make- to have you by my side forever. if you say no, I'm gonna be so embarrassed so your gonna have to give me a minute-", he started rambling on and on, the point he was trying to make lost. your smile widened, before you stretched your hand out. chenle breathed of relief, all the drained blood coming back to him. after slipping the ring on your finger, he slapped your arm.

"What was that for?", you screech offended. "For scaring me", he mumbled sticking his tongue out earning an eye roll from you. "Also, I forgot to mention-", you perk your ears up looking at him.

"I love you"

╰─▸ ❝ 愛 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 ] ࿐ྂ

"Is this your new comeback?", you question sitting in front of the mirror watching as your boyfriend practised. jisung nodded scrolling over to play the song, he has been practising for the past two hours again. your eyes never failed to follow his every movement, like he never failed to impress you with his skills. he didn't even if you blinked miss a beat, hitting each and every one of them perfectly. you knew jisung was unmatched with his talent, he was for sure one of the best dancers in the industry. which is why precisely, the competitive spirit inside you hit.

while he danced, you stood next to him and copied each of his movements, and you almost succeeded, this one step casually being your downfall. your eyebrows knit together in concentration, your hands copying and playing the same move over and over again, but something definitely felt wrong. jisung who had now paused his practise, watched you, a lovestruck smile plastered on his face. "What the fuck", you curse before adding numbers to the step, hoping it would make you learn the step better but it didn't.

jisung watched you struggle, cooing and smiling at your adorable self. his eyes stayed on you, also, using his phone to click pictures of the very concentrated you because that was a rare sight to see. y/n, the idol who was good at everything was struggling, oh, he's definitely using that to make fun of you later, and perhaps uploading it on bubble for your fans to see too.  a groan left your lips, frustration evident on your features, the urge to give up filling you up. "Do you need help?", he asked chuckling. you shake your head, wanting to figure it out for yourself, but failing miserably.

he lets you do it for another twenty minutes, until you turn to him, your eyes pleading for help because anything and everything you wasn't working. letting out a soft, but deep voiced laugh, that never failed to mess with your insides, jisung plays that part of the song to brainstorm how he did it. "It's really simple, do this, that and yeah, that", he demonstrated and the step you have been struggling with for the past thirty minutes, became the easiest step to ever exist. you replicated what he showed  exactly, and it worked.

"You're a genius baby", you breathe doing that step over and over in excitement. jisung grinned with pink ears, the ability to stay flustered around you taking action. you ran to play the song again, and this time both of you did it all perfectly. you cheered latching onto his arm, the smile on you bright enough to light up a whole room. while watching you being cheeky, jisung had realised what you truly meant to him- a home, a warm, safe space where he could be all he wanted. you genuinely filled him with happiness, when he was around you all he wanted be was a lovestruck teenager. with you still around his figure, jisung whispered the words which lit up your eyes.

"I love you"

𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗗.

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Cookie Monster

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Morning snuggles with the family

Note: This is soft soft soft mama Nat. Like so soft it’s tooth rotting. Enjoy!

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All of your life you have never considered yourself a morning person. You hated the idea of waking up and having to face the world in whatever capacity was necessary that day. It made you grumpy and you avoided it at all costs.

That changed when you met Natasha.

Nat is an early riser, always has been. You’re sure it’s from her being trained at such a young age to skip sleep and focus on her goals. But even when she got older and had her freedom, she still wanted to wake up and get her day started.

It started out simply with you wanting to make sure you got to snuggle with her before missions, but slowly and surely, soon enough you found yourself wanting to get up with her every day.

Nat indulges in snuggles and not actually getting out of bed early on the weekend. That is always your favorite time with her.

It’s no different even now as you have two little children who run into your room every morning.

You hear little feet now and brace yourselves for impact.

“Mama!” your oldest is not quiet as she runs into the room and jumps onto the bed.

“Hey baby,” Natasha greets her easily, slipping a hand over her shoulder to pull her in for a long hug. You place a hand over her back and kiss her forehead as she closes her eyes at feeling the warmth of Natasha. It’s not just you who feels instantly comforted in her embrace, and that makes your heart soar.

A few minutes later, your young son finally comes trudging through the door. But he doesn’t look as happy as his sibling. He’s more like you, not a morning person.

“Good morning, buddy. Come here,” you say when he reaches the bed with his arms out. You reach over Natasha and Ali to lift him up. Ali stirs back awake in Natasha’s arms. You kiss his head and he still doesn’t smile. He reminds you of so much of yourself.

“Hi Ivan,” Ali greets her little brother.

He buries his face in your neck and mumbles something that you don’t quite hear. But Natasha hears it.

“Your tummy hurts?” She clarifies with him. He nods against you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart,” you hold him a little closer. He turns his head to look at Nat.

“You know, I bet it was all of those cookies you three ate last night,” Natasha says with a smirk.

Ali lifts her head up off of Nat and looks at you with wide eyes. Ivan perks up too. You and the kids had some cookies after dinner last night while Nat was out with Yelena. And you’ve been caught red handed.

“We don’t know of any cookie eating. That’s crazy dude,” you say, holding back a laugh.

“Hmm, sure you don’t,” Nat says. “But I think the Cookie Monster might be in Iv’s belly.”

Everyone starts giggling at her statement.

“We had cookies, Mama,” your ever so honest daughter admits.

Natasha smiles at her honesty. “Were they yummy?”

“Super duper,” Ivan actually answers. He’s feeling better.

“It was our best work,” you add and then ask her, “How did you know?”

“Mama knows everything,” she says.

You can’t help but smile at that. And the four of you enjoy a nice, warm snuggle pile before you start your day.

Mornings are now your favorite. All thanks to Natasha, your wonderful wife.

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The Great Vampire King’s Day Out

(Pairing): Al haitham x gn!reader

(Synopsis): The day after your faithful encounter you have to deal with some errands with a vampire following behind you

(Tags/Warnings): Foul language, dialogue heavy, reader lives in an apartment in a big city, reader can drive, mentions of blood, Al haitham is taller than reader, (if I missed anything lmk)

(Word Count): 3.2k

(A/n): This is for @winter-world who wanted a part 2 almost a year ago, sorry it took so long

Part one

Images of a monster with red eyes staring down at you plague your dream, you want to move to run away but no matter how much try your body won’t listen to you. You see the thing get closer and can see the details in it’s eyes and horrifyingly enough, the sight of sharp teeth stained with blood also enters into your view. The primal side of your mind is screaming for you get as far away from this predator, this monster! But your body remains frozen in place, powerless to stop it. The creature opens its mouth and chops down

You open your eyes and see the familiar furniture of your bedroom

“Oh that was just a dream,” You sigh while burying your head into the pillow. “just a really weird dream…” You begin to doze off until you see a man standing over you

You accidentally fall off of your bed trying to get away from the intruder, expecting to feel your body collide with the cold hard floor you instead feel a pair of muscular arms wrap around you

Opening your eyes, you get a closer look at the supposed intruder, the same man from last night. Albeit he doesn’t have blood on his lips anymore, but has dried blood on his clothes. Know that you think about it, he’s pretty handsome when you’re not scared shitless

He gently seats you on the bed and kneels down in front of you

“Are you alright?” He asks voice a lot less raspy than last night, you merely nod and he accepts that answer. “You weren’t too vocal last night and when we entered your home you just went to bed without saying a word. I feared you were ill so I kept an eye on throughout the night.”

“Thanks… I guess…? But people don’t randomly die in their sleep anymore, well they do but it’s not that common.”

“Hmm, That’s good to know.”

“So… that guy you saw last night, what did you do to him?”

“I killed him.” His nonchalant answer causes you to freeze, “If you feel any sympathy for him don’t, that man was a heartless killer. This world is a lot better now that he’s gone.”

“H-how do you know that?”

“When I drank his blood I saw the atrocities he committed for his own pleasure, you would have been one of his victims if you hadn’t entered the basement when you did.”

“Ohh…” Was all that you said when your head away from the vampire

“You humans are strange creatures, giving sympathy to those who hurt them yet attacking blindly anything they perceive as a threat.” He said while standing up

“I, I don’t know…” He seems to sense your plight and despite not understanding it he sits next to you on the bed, almost as a way to comfort you. “Hey, I never got your name. I don’t know if I should call you ‘your Majesty’ or something like that.”

“Al haitham is fine.”

“Okay, Al haitham.” Your eyes lowered down to the man’s clothes and see the blood soaked clothes that have long dried out and now is rusty color. “You seriously need a new change of clothes, I think I have something that might fit you.” You stood up and ushered your new roommate to follow you. “I might not be what you’re used to but you can’t be walking around like this.” You opened your bottom drawer and pulled out a pair of sweats and an old graphic tee that used to belong to a male relative who would crash at your place, also picking some clothes for you to wear. “You can change in the bathroom, I’ll be in the bathroom.” You handed the clothes and left your room to the bathroom

You went through your morning routine and now with room to breathe you think back on the series of events that happened not even 24 hours ago, a fucking vampire is living with you! This sounds like something that would happen in a YA novel that was written to cash in on the vampire craze brought about by Twilight. Is this really happening, or is this some hallucination caused by the trauma. Even the water hitting your face does nothing to bring you to reality, but it feels like there’s something’s else you have to do, it might not be important. If it was you’d remember it

You put on the new pair of clothes and step out of the bathroom. You see your guest looking out the window, so he can be in sunlight, interesting

“Hey…” You greeted

“Hello.” He greeted back

“What, uh, are you looking at out there.” God, this is so awkward

“These stone and metal monoliths, what are they?”

You make your way over to the window. “Oh these buildings are for homes and businesses.”

“And these men wearing helmets and yellow clothes, are they soldiers?”

“Who, them?” You look down to see a group of men down on the street talking to each other. “Ohh, those are construction workers. They build or fix these buildings, the yellow is so they’re visible to not cause accidents.”

“Interesting…”

“Also these iron chariots that aren’t being drawn by horses, what are they?”

“Those are cars, they don’t need animals to pull them because they have this thing called an engine that gives the cars the power to move on their own.”

Cars

Cars…?

“Shit! I forgot I was supposed to return the rental!” You yelled out startling the vampire right next to you

You ran into your room and started getting dressed, grabbing your bag and the rental keys you’re about to head but feel the presence of someone behind you

“What are you doing?” You asked turning around to see the vampire peering down on you

“I’m coming with you.”

“What? No! Stay here!”

“No.”

“I don’t know if you’re gonna go on a bloody rampage, I can’t have the lives of people on my hands

“I just got out of my casket prison, going on a ‘bloody rampage’ would bring attention back onto me and I do not intend on going back.”

“You promise?”

“You have my word.”

Reluctantly you lead the vampire to the rental you were supposed to return yesterday and rode in silence. Out the corner of your eye you see Al haitham looking out of the window, intensely watching the cars and people pass by. His face is stoic as ever, it’s hard to pin point what he’s thinking or feeling, but he must be confused out of his mind. A man from an ancient civilization suddenly transported to a world with tech that almost seems godlike, you don’t know if he’s in awe or disgusted by the modern world

“These vehicles, they resemble a basterna but don’t have any mules drawing them. Why is that?” The sudden inquiry somewhat caught you off guard

“These vehicles are called cars, they don’t have animals because they have a little machine that acts like one. These machines are called engines and without them the car would wouldn’t move.” You explained as you can in basic as you can

“A ‘machine’? What is that?”

You explained tried to explain what machines were (keyword try), this lead you to talk about the Industrial Revolution and how nearly everything is made with machines and how it’s rare for certain things to be made by hand. When you finished explaining something Al haitham would ask another question and it would turn into a cycle, you were so ingrained in the conversation you were almost surprised when you arrived at the rental office

“Can you sit here while I deal with the rental? I promise I won’t be too long.” You assured as you went to begin the process of returning the rental

Al haitham sat in the seat facing the window, giving him the perfect view of people going on about their day. Some things don’t change couples walking side by side, children running down the street

It almost feels like he was back in own era, familiar yet so different. Iron basternae he just learned the basic mechanics, stone monoliths one has to crank their head in an attempt to see the top, and glowing slates seemingly everyone has

“Now what is a young man like you doing here?” An elderly man asked sitting a couple of seats away from the vampire

“I’m waiting for my acquaintance to return the rental.”

The elderly man nodded. “You look troubled, what could be troubling a young lad like yourself?”

“This world is confusing.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Everything is so fast paced and it feels cutthroat.”

“Well it’s not all bad.” The elderly man adjusted his glasses. “When you get to my age you learn how to see the beauty in everything, especially people. We only have but so much time on this earth.”

Al haitham simply nods and the two continue to watch the people from the window until you walk out of one of the many rooms

“Okay, I finished returning the rental. Let’s get of out here.”

“It was good talking with you.”

“Likewise.” Al haitham gave his goodbye

The two of you walk out of the car rental office and walk in a semi comfortable silence, or at least that’s what you think. The man next to you was as stoic as ever

“Who was that?” You asked

“Just an elderly man, he was nice, I hope I can meet him again.”

“That’s good to hear.” You said as a moment of silence passed. “So, I didn’t have my daily intake of caffeine, so we’re stopping to get some.”

Once the both of you step into your usual coffee shop, you’re greeted with the sight of many caffeine deprived people waiting for their coffee. Glancing at the grey haired guy you notice that his usual stoic demeanor is replaced with one of discomfort

“Hey, Al haitham, what’s wrong?”

“The noise.” Was all he said as his expression soon turned into one of pain

You quickly reached into your bag and fished out your headphones

“I’m going to put these on, don’t panic.”

You quickly put the headphones on his head. Taking your phone out of your pocket you put them on noise cancellation and put on some soft jazz. The vampire looks at you in bewilderment and hesitantly touched the headphones that are filling his ears with music

“Is everything okay?”

“Y-yeah, what did you just put on my head?”

“They’re headphones, I’m surprised you can hear me since it’s on noise cancellation.”

“I can still hear but it’s not overwhelming, thank you.”

You smiled at your companion and proceeded to get in line. “So do you eat human food? I mean, can you eat food? If not then-”

“Just get me a black coffee.”

“Okay.” You turned and look at the menu to see what you want, but stop when you realized something. “Wait, you can read? I mean, you can read the menu?”

“Like I said, I gain the memories and abilities of the person whose blood I drank, the more I drink the more knowledge I acquire, skills especially.”

“I remember you telling me that. So if that’s the case, what did you get from my blood?”

“I just got you entering the estate up until your encounter with me, from the tiny amount that I licked off your arm”

“So the more of my blood you drink the more of my memories you get?”

“Theoretically.”

“Ohh…” Was all you said, ending the conversation, you don’t know how you feel about Al haitham getting more and more of your memories each time he drinks your blood

Once in front of the cashier you order your drinks and getting your coffee you two walked out of the coffee shop and make your way down the street

The two of you walked in a comfortable silence and you took a couple of glances at your companion. He just looking around but his face remains stoic, you wonder what’s going on his mind. You want to ask him but you decide against it

Out of the corner of your eye you spotted a supermarket and remember that you’re running low on food back in the apartment

“Uh, I have to do some food shopping, wanna come with?” You asked

“A trip to the market sounds interesting.”

After crossing the street and entering the building you see a shift in demeanor in your vampire companion’s, amazed by the sheer size of the medium sized building

“This is a supermarket! This is where people purchase food items and some non food items like stuff for cleaning!” You explain while taking a shopping cart

Al haitham looked around, absorbing the sights and the knowledge you’re dropping on him. The two of you head to the bread section and Al haitham watched as you carefully inspected the two packets of bread before turning to him. “You only need to drink blood to survive right?” Al haitham merely nodded, “Oh thank god, that rental really threw my budget outta wack so I need to be more cautious about my spending.” you said as you chucked the cheapest option into your cart

You kept shopping and Al haitham put things in your carts that apparently looked interesting to him. You two head to the produce section and it seems like something caught the king’s eye

“What… what is this?” Al haitham asked you as he showed you a fruit he’s holding

“That’s dragon fruit.”

“Hmm, ‘dragon fruit’ how come I’ve never heard of such a fruit before?” He asked as he put it in your cart

“That’s because the fruit originates from Mexico.”

“Mexico? This land, is this modern Rome?”

“Uhh no.”

“Is this city a part of the empire?”

“The empire fell like a thousand years ago…”

“Thank the gods.”

You chuckled at the unexpected response from him and spotted the grapes

“Damn, they have these!” You gasped as you held a packet of grapes. Turning towards your companion you showed him the bag. “You had grapes right? These grapes are modified to taste like cotton candy!”

“Cotton candy?” You nodded

You watched as Al haitham opened the bag and plopped a grape into his mouth. You can feel the glares from a couple of employees burning holes in the back of your head

“Hmm, I have no reference to what cotton candy tastes like, but it taste sweet.”

“Glad you like them.” You took the bag of grapes and reluctantly place them in your cart, at least they’re not the expensive ones, but it still hurts.

You look into your cart and see that you accumulated a sizable amount of food, most of it from the grey haired vampire putting items that interest him

“Hey Al haitham, don’t you think we should put some of this stuff back?” You said hoping that he would agree with you

“I don’t see the point in that, and besides you promised that you would guide me through this world and that includes trying foods.” He stated coldly

Defeated you made your way to the cashier and put your items on the conveyor belt. You watched as the cashier scanned your items and the amount rising with each swipe across the scanner

“Is something wrong?” Al haitham asked

“It’s just this is a lot more expensive than what I originally expected, I wish this stuff could be like $12.” You joked

The vampire lets out a hum of acknowledgment and turned his attention towards the cashier. You watched curiously as he his eyes turned into a bright shade of red and he slowly waved his hand in front of the worker. The poor cashier’s face turns blank like they’re in a trance, their eyes also a bright shade of red

“Forget about the price and let us take our items for $12.” He commanded

The helpless cashier took many items off and the price reader only said around 12 dollars. You wanted to protest but you bit your tongue and paid with your card

Once the both of you exited the supermarket you let out a sigh

“What was that?!” You whispered yelled

“I only took temporary control of their mind to reduce the price of your items.”

“You can also do that?! That’s scary, not knowing when you’re under the control of someone else. You’ll never put me under that, right?”

“You have my word.”

The two of you walked in an awkward silence until Al haitham asked about the conveyor belt back in the supermarket. You explained to him what it was and explained other things that caught his eye. It gave a nice distraction to the thought of not being in control of your own body whenever the man walking besides you feels like it

Finally you and Al haitham arrive back to your humble apartment and after you put the food away you turned towards your new roommate

“So, sleeping arrangements? How is that going to work?”

“I don’t need to sleep like you do, I’ll just sit on the couch and read.”

“Okay, I’ll explain any question you have tomorrow, but I’m really sleepy and can’t explain things that good.” You said as you walked into your room and come out with a notebook and pen. “Here, you can write down everything you what to ask me and I’ll answer them in the morning, okay?” You gave Al Haitham the notebook and thumbs up before retiring for the night. “G’night.”

“Goodnight.”

With that you went to bed

Next morning you came out of your room groggy and with crazy bed head

“Heyy…”

“Good morning. I take it you’re well rested.”

“Yeah, surprisingly slept good last.”

“That’s good to hear.” Al haitham said as he closed the book he was reading. “Tell me, what is alpha tocopherol acetate?”

“Huh?”

“It was written on one of the items you purchased yesterday.”

“I have no idea what the hell that is.”

“I don’t understand how you don’t know the ingredients of the foods you consume?”

“I’ve never heard of whatever the fuck you just said! Wait. That sounds familiar…” You begin to search each corner of your mind to remember what it was he was talking about. “Wait! That’s vitamin E!”

“Why does it have a second name?”

“I don’t know?! Nobody pays attention to their chemical names!”

“You know coffee’s chemical name, so why don’t you know what alpha tocopherol acetate is?”

“Caffeine is a lot easier to say than whatever just came out of your mouth.” You began to make some coffee until your actions were halted at a sudden realization. “Hey Al haitham, d-did you write every chemical name on the ingredient list?” You asked horrified while peering over at the notebook the man’s hands

Dear lord, he did, pages of chemicals puts you in a daze

It’s way too early in the morning for this shit

[sir-davey]

Conflicted king

I had a very random burst of motivation to try out a scene from the Book of Saul in this format. It only took me a day because I was so hyperfixated on this lmao, but I’ve been experimenting a lot lately, if you can tell…

For some context, I guess this is supposed to take place after Saul had that convo with Jonathan about David, with Jonathan convincing him to not hurt him, (but I might change this scene in the book, idk yet). But Saul is very conflicted now, leading him to have this vision, and this is basically part one of the scene I guess. I was mostly experimenting here lol, but I did write out a script for the whole thing where in this particular vision he meets some interesting specimens within his subconscious world fabricated mostly by Ze’ev. SO… we shall see what Ze’ev has for Saul…

Also, ignore how poorly cut the images are lmaoo 😭 I’ll do better next time, this is just my rough start.

And to those who don’t know what this is, I don’t really want to explain again other than this being a King Saul story I’m retelling, so I suggest looking at the tags for more context lol

But yupp!!! I love this honestly, I love sharing the lore and world building of the Book of Saul, since this is all in Saul’s mind… or is it…? Hmm

[crippling-pages]

Tiana comfort hcs? (For ex: Tsm comforting Bianna throughout (lets say) Fitz joining the Neverseen)

*cracks neck* my dear fandom mate, i dont think you know what you asked for.

Going with what you said; Fitz joining the Neverseen.

Biana would cry. A lot. She'd cry on Tam's shoulder, cry into his chest, and Tam would just hug her tightly. He doesn't care if his shirt gets wet. He's going to be there for her, no matter what.

Tam knows that for a while, she needs to be sad. She has to feel what she's feeling, let her emotions out. He himself had suppressed his emotions for years, so he knows for a fact that it's unhealthy to bottle them up, especially in the beginning. So he makes sure that Biana knows that she can express what she's feeling safely.

Hugs. Lots of hugs from Tam. It's very rare that he's physically affectionate this much, but he hugs Biana, letting her know that he's there. And she clings to him like a lifeline. He's one of the only people she has now.

He comes over everyday after Fitz leaves. If he only has five minutes of time to himself, Tam would use those minutes to check on Biana.

After the first or two week, Biana's kind of numb? Less numb, but more of a sulking, slightly moody attitude. She has to force herself to wake up and get out of her bed each day. The most she said/say was "hmm."

Tam tries cheering her up now. He'd crack jokes while giving her a funny look. He'd try and get her to do her favorite activities again.

He took her shopping for clothes after a while. In the beginning, she didn't say much or do much. It was until Tam decided to dress up in a horrifying but hilarious outfit she finally cheered up. When Biana saw him come out of the dressing room, she started to smile, then giggle, then full out laughter was coming out of her mouth.

Tam starts to smile himself, because she's laughing. She's actually laughing and smiling and finding something funny and feeling joy.

So obviously, he wants her to keep feeling happy. He starts to loudly proclaim things. Everyone is giving them these amused looks and side eyes, and Biana's trying to shut him up while still laughing.

"DAMN, BIANA, YOU'RE LAUGHING? YOU CHOSE THIS OUTFIT!" // "tAM YOU SHUT YOUR mOUTH and go cHANGE" \\ "BUT YOU PICKED THIS??? YOU SAID A MINUTE AGO I WAS LOOKING HOT"//

Since that moment, Biana's been in a better mood. It felt good to laugh and have fun again. Especially with Tam.

Tam becomes a personal bodyguard for her. Once she starts to do foxfire again, he walks her to her classes in the morning, he's with her during lunch, and he's with her before she leaves. And Biana really appreciates it. She doesn't want to be alone, not at a time like this.

Sometimes she does though, and Tam respects that. Everyone needs alone time sometimes.

Biana will just go up to Tam and just. Hug him. And it doesn't matter if they're alone or in public, or with their friends, he hugs back.

She's still quiet. She still cries. She still is hurt. But it'll be okay, because Tam's right next to her, helping her get through it.

And thats that! :D I actually have more comfort hcs, especially with Biana comforting Tam when he came back from the Neverseen, but i might make that a separate post lol. I can tag you in it if you like! :D

THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOO MUCH FOR THIS ASK <333333333 HAVE A BEAUITUFL DAYYYY