#i was having a laugh writing 'hair' into the badly drawn hair but then it kind of disappeared into texture and tied it together more

[krawdad]

[lyssasdrafts]

unrequited love — azriel x reader

description: you’ve always gravitated towards azriel, suspecting him to be your mate. however, he might be too closed off for one to realize.

includes: angst, unrequited love, rejected mating bond, cassian being your wingman

let me know if i should write a part two with a happy ending 🤭🤭

(part two)

you couldn’t keep your eyes off him.

azriel, who was cold and intimidating. azriel, who you were supposed to be scared of. azriel, who does unspeakable things for a living. azriel, who was so beautiful to you.

you could barely find it within yourself to hold his gaze. the coldness in his eyes that softened when he looked at you, those sparring glances and longing gazes. it was so easy for you to distract yourself whenever his hazel eyes watched you. azriel rarely smiled, but those rare moments you heard his laughter made your heart stop. his laugh compelled your heart, tugging on a string in your chest that you’ve never felt before. it was the way his lips curled and he threw his head back, the way the wind blew his hair as you watched him fly, the way you’d felt drawn to him like it was magnetic.

there was something about his beauty that struck you. it was the subtle way his shadows danced around you and called to him. how badly you wanted to know the thoughts behind his tired eyes when he looked to the ground. how his scars and battle wounds stuck out to you, making you want to hear his stories. you avoided looking at his lips because your first thought would always be to pull him closer. you wanted to trace your fingers along the outline of his figure, you wanted to hold his shoulders and wake up in his embrace.

more often that you’d like to admit, you thought of azriel when you closed your eyes at night and still couldn’t sleep. you stared at the darkness and wondered what he would be doing right now.

perhaps it was love at first sight. this wasn’t the kind of attraction that felt like an explosion; no, it started with a spark. it was fleeting, just like those moments you had with him, and it lingered. it lingered the way a poison makes its way through your body, killing you slowly. it lingered the way a bruise could only heal overtime, yet it still hurt in the smallest ways and left a mark.

but perhaps you would never heal.

you suspected azriel was your mate after the first time you saw him. from the longing that consumed you, to the plaguing thoughts of azriel refusing to leave your mind, to the spark in your chest.

perhaps he would notice it too.

but he never did. everyday, azriel showed you a new face of indifference. if there was ever a chance for you to be left alone with him, he avoided that opportunity.

a part of you told yourself that he was just scared. he didn’t like to open himself up to others, and he barely even knew you. but perhaps if you’d been patient with him and stuck around longer, he would realize. he had to realize, right? there was no possible way he couldn’t feel your pining through the mating bond, he couldn’t sense the attraction in your eyes when you glanced at him.

for now, you would keep your distance. you would give him space. but sooner or later, you needed to talk to your mate. you needed to confront azriel.

you had always confided in cassian about your feelings for his brother. besides the fact that he knew azriel better than anyone else, he was one of your closest friends. cassian had laughed at first, not believing that anyone could be attracted to his friend who was so cold and distant towards everyone. but cassian had been wrong.

after some pleading on your end, cassian decided that he would help you talk to azriel. you could have a more personal conversation with someone that azriel was already comfortable with. you wanted to know more about azriel other than your previous small talk and mission reports. you hadn’t planned on confessing your feelings or revealing too much, you just wanted to see how azriel would act around you.

it’s a shame that cassian isn’t good at being subtle. first, he brings you over to azriel and formally introduces the two of you. azriel blinks, as if he hadn’t already known who you were. but then you notice how he’d laughed at one of your jokes and figured there might be something there.

“any plans for tonight?” cassian breaks any feelings of awkwardness for you. if you had spoken to azriel alone, you doubt you would he made it this far. you trusted cassian well enough to know he could carry a conversation. “i’m going out with nesta. it’s date night for us, you know, because we’re mates.”

the word leaves you frozen, eyes widened and shocked. you had left out the part where you suspected azriel was bonded to you, leaving cassian to simply assume you just had a dumb crush. he was clearly trying to tease you by pushing the subject with azriel.

“do you have a mate, y/n?” cassian gives you a large grin. you held back a sigh, he definitely was your professional instigator.

you tried to laugh it off, remembering that you conveniently hadn’t told cassian that you thought azriel was your mate and might as well be falling in love.

“no,” you lie. then you realize the chance you have, and you glance towards azriel hopefully. “what about you, azriel?”

“i don’t have a mate,” azriel says coldly. “and i don’t want one.”

you try to ignore the pang in your chest. it felt like azriel had tugged on the string that potentially connected you before ripping it apart. he doesn’t want a mate. you think about all the implications of this. azriel had never suspected anything from his end, he had never thought anything special about you. you hold back your tears when you realize your loss and the feeling of rejection stings you. you seemed to have finally found your mate, only for him to not want you back.

your lips purse, fighting back what you really wanted to say next. you excuse yourself soon after, cassian following you closely behind.

“i’m sorry,” cassian awkwardly tries to give you a smile. “you wouldn’t like azriel anyways,” he waves his hand. “he’s cold, and doesn’t like to socialize. he wouldn’t have gotten along with you.”

you nod in agreement, keeping your head down as you stared at the ground. the feeling of emptiness, of losing your mate, it plagued you. cassian offers to walk you home, to which you want to politely decline in your sadness. however, you could use someone to cheer you up.

it’s not until you’re completely alone, back in your own room, that you allow yourself to grieve. you shut the door tight and lean your back against the wooden surface, sliding down to the floor. it’s not until then that you start to cry at the loss of your mate. not because azriel was hurt, but because he’s rejected you.

[cranberryjuice-posts]

I saw your story about the blind reader and I thought one where the reader is deaf this time? I like the drama but if you prefer it could just be something with anguish and a happy ending

YIPPEE‼️‼️

To be nothing with you

Pairings - Clarisse La rue x Fem! Daughter of Hecate! Deaf! Reader

An - am I writing this with reader being a Hecate kid bc I’m a Hecate kid yes and I will admit it every time 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

An pt2 - sign Language isn’t communicated in full complete sentences so like “are you going to the doctors tomorrow” would be like “you, doctors, tomorrow?” But with certian words like “You” or “can” you could always spell out if it’s necessary, So that’s how I’m gonna be writing (I have immediate Family who’s deaf so I understand a lot Abt sign language)

The breakup was for a good reason. You both just weren’t compatible. If that was the case how did you two always find yourselves drawn to eachother.

A perfect example would be tonight. You were sitting on the shore of the lake just taking in the scenery when you felt a familiar presence.

You looked to the side, finding the beautiful daughter of Ares beside you.

Clarisse made a few hand movements which you knew was sign language, she was asking ‘hearing aids?’. You nodded with a small smile, you always appreciated how she spent the time to learn sign language to communicate with you.

“Hey” clarisse leaned back on her hands.

“Hey?” You chuckled tilting your head in response. You had gone deaf a few years ago after an accident, being able to still hear with hearing aids was a blessing but without them you couldn’t hear a thing. “So.. what does the camp mean girl want with me hm? Trying to find a new kid to pick on” you teased lightly

Clarisse Rolled her eyes. “Yeah i came to bully one of the few Hecate kids in camp who I know damn well could curse me, I may be dumb—“

“You said it not me”

She gently shoved you making you laugh. “As i was saying, i May be dumb but I’m not that dumb— gods has anyone told you how annoying you are” she chuckled along side you.

“Yeah I’ve been informed” You grinned at her. It was nice with things like this, you knew clarisse always acted different around you which you didn’t mind. “So? What did you want”

Clarisse shrugged her shoulders “just wanted to see you”

There was a moment of silence, something you had grown to live with, the only sound near was the crashing of waves on the shore.

When you both were together, it hurt. Clarisse putting her pride before you, though you weren’t entirely innocent, any Time You argued you would take your hearing aids out for an entire day just to not talk to her.

You found yourself reaching out to clarisse, her following in suit. Your faces were close to the point you could feel her breath on your skin. You looked up at her soft brown eyes, it was like a silent agreement between you two.

She closed the gap by softly kissing you. Clarisse slid her hands down your waist and to your hips while gently grabbing your thighs. You found your hands trailing up her toned Arms and to her curly hair, locking your fingers in the hair while rubbing loving circles on her cheek.

It was always like this. You two would have a minute conversation before finding yourself making out with her.

You pulled away breathless from the kiss. clarisse shifted some before bringing her free hand up, softly tracing your lips. “You know.. your lips have always been the softest.” She admitted quietly. “Σ'αγαπώ” she whispered.

You closed your eyes not able to say the same, you knew If you did it would end badly just like last time. You sat up kissing her forehead. “See you soon ok”

You had done the math multiple times, but there was no solution. You two would never last.. if that was true then why did you feel like this

——

16 days.

That’s how many days you two avoided eachother.

Silena had confronted clarisse trying to tell her to talk to you but she couldn’t. Even when you showed up in her dreams she just couldn’t. She knew you loved her and herself on multiple occasions has been reminded how much she loves you.

But you just couldn’t work.

She promised herself that she wouldn’t put you through the hell of your relationship again, but now clarisse found herself breaking said Promise while standing in-front of the Hermes cabin thinking of a way to get your attention.

——

You were laying in your bed just looking up at the ceiling not being able to sleep. From the moonlight outside you saw a shadow moving at the window.

You walked over rubbing your eyes, once at the wall you saw clarisse standing outside. You opened the window and leaned out signing ‘grab hearing aids wait’.

She shook her head signing ‘no, wait’

You stopped confused you watched as the girl continued to sign, you smiled as it wasn’t the best and she messed up frequently but it was cute none the less.

‘We are not good together’ she started, you rolled your eyes and signed back ‘W O W, great start’

She gave you a sharp look before continuing ‘I love you, so please can we make it work’ clarisses face was calm, sweet and soft but you.. she knew the answer by your lack of movement.

‘No’ is all you signed back.. after a few moments you returned back to the windowsill with your hearing aids now in. “Clarisse we both know you won’t put me before trying to prove to your father that your the best”

“That’s—“

“The truth.” Your tone was flat. “We broke up for a reason, and we’re staying that way,.. go to your cabin, it’s late” you stepped back to close the window. She grabbed your hand stopping you. “Please.. it hurt when we were something but it’s worse to be nothing with you”

You softly took clarisses hand, kissing her scarred knuckles before pushing her hand out. “I’ll see you soon..”

You loved the daughter of ares and her the same to you. But you both loved other things before each-other.

——

[eddies-whoreee]

Bite-able

Summary: Your best friend is irresistible.

CW: best friend!Eddie, best friend!reader, perv!reader, kinda sub!Eddie, allusions to sex, and lots of sexual and strong language.

A/N: This was so short I’m sorry I’ve been trying to write but I’ve had writers block. I’ve been trying to work on ideas ppl send me but I just never can finish it. The endings are hard to come up with but please keep sending your ideas I’ll try to turn them into more than just blurbs.

It was hottter than hell inside Eddie’s trailer and it was even hotter outside. You two opted for the coolest room which was his, not that you two had much to pick from the 1,000 sq ft. that you have. He had a old air conditioner that needed the filter to be changed. And a white 15 dollar box fan. “Holy shit it’s hotter than satan’s balls in here” Eddie exclaims as he sits up from his bed where he’s been working on a campaign for hours. “Duh, it’s July and Indiana it’s gonna get worse the next couple of days” you reply look up from your book, to him. You sat down on the floor on his beanbag. “Heat rises, that’s why I’m sitting on the floor” you peep directing your gaze back to the book. You hear him huff a small laugh before standing up. He stood there by his night stand rummaging through his drawer. You decide to get up and check out his campaign since you’re his favorite hellfire member you’re allowed a sneak-peak. As you approach the bed you see the various creatures he has drawn out. Just then you plop down on the bed your knees folded under you as you face Eddie. “Do you have a hair tie? At this point Im willing to chop all of this shit off” he huffs dramatically. You roll your eyes playfully before handing him the tie. “You say that every summer” you declare as you watch him go to tie his hair up. You watch the sliver of skin appear as his shirt rides up his slinky waist. Your feel your mouth hang open. You felt goosebumps cover your body making you slightly shiver. Eddie was talking about something as he collected all of his hair in one hand using the other to pull the hair tie over the hair and pull it through. His shirt playing a game with you as it covers his v-line then exposes it again. His waist looks so soft, smooth, and

Bite-able.

“Ow! What the- did you just bite me” he yelps jumping back a little arms flying to your shoulders not pushing you away just sitting there. He looked down shocked. You looked up at him then back to what you were doing. Your hands were placed on either side of his waist and your face was inches from his skin. “Well-yeah you, looked… bite-able” you stuttered to find an answer. He lets out a pant, a sigh of approval. “W-Jesus, you can’t be doing that, you could give someone a heart attack” he tries to joke how flustered he is right now. “Or in your case a boner?” You ask with an all but innocent smirk. His eyes widen as he tries to explain. You chuckle as your hands move up his shirt to drag your nails lightly across his chest making him let out a small whine. “Eddie?” You ask now inches from his neck as you teased him. He wanted so badly to feel your lips on his skin. “You want to fuck me?” You ask teasingly as you kissed up his neck while your hands groped his hard-on. “Yes please” he whimpered, becoming completely goop at your touch. “Then lock the door” you say as if it were common knowledge (which it is). He nods and waste no time in getting to the door and fumbling around with the lock. You giggle at his eagerness. As he got back to you he gripped your waist pulling you on top of him to straddle his lap. He plopped down on the bed as he pulled you into a heated kiss. You grind down on his boner making him buck into you. “Less. Clothes.” He manages through the kiss that none of you wanted to pull away from. With that you two started throwing various items of clothing off. “Y/n?” He ask panting heavily. “Yes?” You ask taking off your bra. “Bite me more”

[undershyperfixate]

I swear to the moon I can draw

I just like making trendy board, I have another account for my drawings anyway so I can post that here

( to be cringe is to be free)

Here we go, this is a complete mix of both canon things and head canons. I'm in a merch school, (AMA in France) and characters trendy boards are all about encapsulating the vibe of the person and translating it by pictures and colors, also by making our own interpretation of what the character might do/like or look like. :)

As you can see, I've added multiple pictures that reassembled his features ( red eyes, blond curly bleached hair, eyebags and even painted black nails that appears in some official arts!)

But I've also added pictures of bruises because he canonly risks his life a lot, does dangerous activities and even says that ben bandages his plenty of wounds.

I've also added a skateboard pic because one of his sticker ( made by red) is him on a skateboard:)

Also I've put pictures of energy drinks ( which is a pure headcanon) because I very much see him drink that to boost his energy. Even tho as an hyperactive person myself I know damn well that energizer can create a lot of stress.

I've added plenty of pictures of sneakers because I think he would definitely wear them with a badly drawn smiley on it.

Also I added pictures of friends groups because in the webtoon they're always together, and he clearly seems to be a very social person who likes to hang out a lot with them ( ex: the park, the movie night).

And finally, the word I've put, he's a very excentric and energetic character, I view him as someone who would scribble words in a chaotic and unorganized ( illogical) way.

"hahahahaha" His iconic laugh, "bleach!!" It sounds cool to write, no explanation it's just a fun word, "sbg" the friend group name, "!!!!!!" It's fun.

Oh and I added a song! Don't threaten me with a good time by panic at the disco. The song is fun and excentric, I thought it fitted his vibe :)

That's all! Thanks for reading if you did and I apologize for ranting, I love writing.

[revory]

“You’re not a Chambermaid, are you?” - Aemond Targaryen x Servant!Reader

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Servant!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mean behaviour from other servants.

Summary: When the usual chambermaid falls ill, Y/N has to step up from her normal role and fill in for her. But when she enters a room to begin her duties, she does not realise that it belongs to a certain one-eyed prince…

Word count: 1876 words

A/N: Hi guys! I’m Rev, and this is my very first time writing, so tips are very much appreciated!! Please reblog if you like it, it would help a lot :) This  is mostly fluff, but if you guys like it I’m more than happy to make another part that's smut or in Aemond’s POV. Words in bold are Y/N’s thoughts, btw. Happy reading!

PART 2 COMING SOON!

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“What? But….but I wasn’t trained for this-”

“Your job is to serve the royal family, Y/N. No matter in what way,” Dorris, your superior says, grabbing your wrist firmly. “Do you think they will care that you are not the usual girl? No. Do you think they will notice that you are a scullery maid? Oh please…”

One of the usual chambermaids fell ill, and they were short on staff, so Dorris decided to volunteer you to step up, without consulting you first. You were panicking though, as you had only worked in the Red Keep for about a month, and only as a scullery maid. Your work consisted of scrubbing the kitchen tops and floors, and taking any waste out, so changing sheets and cleaning chambers was something you were not used to.

“Dorris, I can’t….I’ve never done this befo-”

“Well you will today,” she glares at you. Honestly, if you weren’t so scared, you would’ve laughed at how her eyes almost popped out of the sockets and how her lips were pressed in a single line. “…and you will continue until you’re not needed anymore.”

You sigh, not wanting to start a fight. You didn’t want to lose your job, especially not after only working there for such a short time. No matter how much you hated the situation, you were determined to earn some money to send back to your mother and little brother, and so you kept your mouth shut. You take the chambermaid uniform from Dorris’s hand, the clothes being much cleaner than what you were wearing. It would have been weird if a chambermaid had rabbit blood all over her apron, which she certainly did not need for remaking beds.

After changing into your new uniform, you quickly redo your hair in one braid down your back, before leaving the servants quarters to pick up your equipment. In the storage room, you find other chambermaids, dressed the same as you, chatting with each other.  You smile at them, but they just stare and side-eye each other. Okay, rude. You look around for all the things you need and try to balance them in your arms, the others laughing when you keep dropping something.

“Seven hells….where is her basket?” One snickers, looking at the others before glancing at you.

You tried to ignore them, as you grab one of the woven baskets they were mentioning, shoving your supplies in before rushing out the door. Dorris gave you a sheet, well, a badly drawn map by her of the Red Keep, so you could navigate your way around. All the rooms that were circled were the ones you had to tend to, one of them being a very large one by the looks of Dorris’s map. You decide to start with that one, so the biggest would be over and done with by nightfall. As you approach the room, there are two large doors, unlike the other rooms you’ve been to in the Red Keep.  Hmm…odd. You knock three times, but no answer. You knock again, this time, you speak.

“Hello…?…It’s the chambermaid….is anyone inside…?�� You twist the doorknob, and to your surprise, it's unlocked. I guess nobody is here so…should I just go? You enter cautiously, not bothering to close the door, looking around the room. Your jaw drops as you take it all in, the room is bigger than any one you have ever seen. You think that even your whole house was smaller than this. There is a large four-poster bed, black sheets and a dark wood frame. Opposite the bed was a table, stacked parchment and books in a pile neatly on it. To the right was a fireplace, one long circular couch in front of it. Every piece of furniture in the room was a shade of black or dark green. You wondered who occupied this room, they must be quite important.

After you finish your observations…and silent jealously, you begin to take the sheets of the bed off, dusting the bed before putting on the new black spread. As you do this though, the sheet isn’t being laid evenly, causing one side to lift off as you pull on the other. You begin to get frustrated, you knew this wasn’t right for you. Stupid Dorris. As more time goes on, you still cannot make the sheets look nice for the life of you. You begin to groan, stomping around like a toddler.

“Seven fucking hells!” You shout out, throwing the sheets off the bed and onto the floor in rage. You aggressively wipe your tears away, not even noticing that you had begun to cry in annoyance.

“Having trouble, are we?” You hear a deep voice behind you, jumping in surprise and snapping around to face the door. There, stood a man, leaning against the doorframe, a faint smirk on his face, like he was trying not to laugh. The long, silver hair that flowed down his shoulders, and the eyepatch were enough to tell you who he was. Prince Aemond. So this was his room. Your eyes were wide, red from the tears, as you scrambled to give him an awkward curtsy.

“M-my Prince….forgive me, for-”

“Entering a prince’s chambers without permission, then taking my sheets and throwing them on the floor, before swearing in my presence?” he cuts you off, this clearly being a game for him. But when he sees your terrified expression, and the way your eyes begin to water, his gaze softens.

“I’m only jesting, my Lady,” Aemond smiles, going over to the sheets that you had thrown on the floor, picking them up and handing them to you. You stare up at him, mouth slightly agape at his towering figure. “Please, take your time,” he says as he walks over to his desk, unstacking the sheets and beginning to read over them. Great, so now he has to watch me fail. As you begin to redo the bed, you see Aemond,  busy writing letters to some lord or whoever the hell princes talk to. Unbeknownst to you, however, the prince can’t help but steal a glance or two up at you, lips curling into a small smirk as he hears you mutter a curse occasionally. When you are practically laying on his bed, trying to get the top right-hand corner of the sheet under the bed, Aemond sighs.

“You’re not a chambermaid, are you?” you can hear the smile evident in his voice, too embarrassed to face him as you continue to look at the sheets.

“…N-no, my Prince…how did you know?…”

“Because chambermaids would have taken five minutes for the whole bed. You, on the other hand, have been stuck on the same corner for half an hour,” he states blankly, leaning back into his chair to watch your embarrassed expression.

“….forgive me-”

“Here,” he stands, making his way to you, his walk a little intimidating. You can’t even seem to process what is happening as he stands behind you, placing his large hands on yours, guiding you on how to properly make the bed. As he explains how to do it, you’re not even focussing, cheeks heating up and breath quickening at the feeling of his warm fingers on your skin. You don’t realise what you are doing, as you close your eyes, inhaling to take in his scent. He smells like pine wood, a slight plum scent lingering. Probably from the pie I had seen being made for his family earlier today. Your thoughts are interrupted when he clears his throat, your eyes shoot open to find the bed being done completely. You look over your shoulder, finding Aemond smirking slightly, clearly having witnessed your little…act. You swallow, throat feeling dry as you try to think of words, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“Understand now?” he raises his eyebrow, hands still on yours, before you turn around to face him completely.

You nod furiously, you’re certain that you’re blushing like a madman. Aemond chuckles as he walks back to his desk.

“Good. You may now do whatever else needs cleaning.”

You look around to find anything messy you could start with, but you find nothing. Aemond’s room is perfectly spotless, everything neatly placed, no mess whatsoever. You sigh, deciding you will just dust of the furniture slowly, finding that you don’t want to leave. Why face those bitchy girls again when you could be in Prince Aemond’s room?

As more time goes on, you find yourself ‘dusting’ for a while, and by dusting, I mean just staring in awe at Aemond, quickly looking away when he looks at you back. You don’t see the smirk that rests upon his lips as he sees your eyes widen, pretending to clean the same spot on the shelves again. The sun was now setting, the room tinted orange from the windows, as Aemond gets an idea into his head.

“Oh, and…” he looks at you, thinking if you told him your name or not.

“Y/N, my Prince…”

“Y/N…” he repeats slowly, before remembering what he was going to say. “I think I’d like a warm bath before nightfall, would you be a dear and help me? That is if you don’t have more important duties tonight…” he says, eye twinkling with mischief.

“Oh-, not at all, my Prince,” you gulp slowly, leaving the room to get the jugs of hot water, but before you could leave, he speaks.

“I’ll be in this room with the tub, so just come in here when you’re done,” he says, you nod as you leave.

When you come back, your holding two tubs of hot water, going back four times to get more, as you place the jugs outside the door of the room Aemond said he would be in. By the fourth time, you’re certain you have enough, as you knock on the room’s door.

“Come in, Y/N.” Every time he said your name, your heart fluttered. With excitement or nervousness, you didn't know, but you slowly opened the door, your jaw dropping at the scene in front of you. Inside, was a smaller room, a large tub in the middle, Aemond on the side of it. He was standing there, back facing you, his shirt off, making his back muscles visible. He seemed to be in the middle of unbuckling his belt, head looking behind his shoulder before turning around completely. You wanted to act professional, but your eyes were betraying you, wandering down to his toned bare torso, inhaling so you wouldn’t stop breathing. Gods…

“You can pour the water in, Y/N, then we can start.”

We? What does he mean, ‘we’?…He can’t possibly mean…

As much as you loved the sight in front of you…and that you wouldn’t be opposed to seeing…more, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. You didn’t know how you would be able to sleep at night without the embarrassing scenario replaying in your head.

“…My Prince, I'm but a scullery maid… I’ve never bathed someone…I'll fetch a more experienced maid-”

“Nonsense. You will stay…I want you to stay.” Your heart stops, half excited, half scared. “Besides, you’ll need someone to teach you if you’re going to be serving me for a while…”

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A/N: Hope you liked it! Let me know if you guys want to be added to a tag list or if you have any other requests!

Thanks for reading!

Rev :)

[rollofleaf]

WIP Wednesday

I didn't end up finishing the AU stuff, but here's what I did write.

Arueshalae pulled her jacket tight over her frame, politely waving away the man that tried to buy her a drink. She was at this club to disappear into the background and enjoy being around mortals, not to be reminded of how most of them saw her. She briefly considered disappearing more properly, but the man took ‘no’ for an answer and no one else seemed to notice her, so there was little need. Alcohol was never a good idea for someone like her that already struggled to control herself, but thankfully the small club had lemonade for her to sip. She came here often to simply be, to observe mortals and get used to being around them without hurting them. And the music was usually nice, too.

It was a band she hadn’t heard today, and both Arueshalae and the rest of the club’s eyes were immediately drawn to the woman that stepped on-stage. She was a brown-skinned aasimar, with peach-colored hair and a wild look to her. She was fit and athletic, and Arueshalae had an excellent view of her muscled form since her only clothes were ripped jeans and pasties over her nipples. Accompanying her was a scrawny tiefling in similarly ripped jeans and a leather jacket that left most of his chest bare. He carried an electric guitar and had his hair messy and disheveled. Next was a dark-skinned human man on drums, who had a more put-together look. He was in shorts and a simple polo, and though he had clearly mussed up his hair it was naturally straight and well-kempt. Finally was the bassist, a dark-skinned human woman in a rather dapper blazer.

They took a short while to test their instruments and the microphone while the buzz of conversation continued. Arueshalae busied herself with just watching them. She tried not to stare at the aasimar woman’s lack of an outfit, instead taking in how she and the tiefling traded jokes and laughs. They all seemed like such good friends… Arueshalae wondered what that was like.

At last, the aasimar cleared her throat into the microphone. “Good evening, we are Hilde and the Butterflies. I’m Hilde, these are the Butterflies.” She had a soft, subdued voice, not what Arueshalae expected of a singer. “Ah-one, two, three, four-“ What followed was a single note from each instrument and a heavy metal growl so loud, primal, and boneshaking it nearly knocked Arueshalae and the rest of the club off their feet. How such a soft voice was even capable of making such a sound was a mystery, but after that they had everyone’s attention. “Thank you, that was ‘Awake at 5 a.m.’ This next song is called ‘Another Road’.”

Arueshalae braced herself for another roar, but what came instead was an upbeat, relaxed melody, accompanied by that gentle voice. The music quickly faded into the background of conversation and food for most, but Arueshalae found herself unable to tear her gaze away. There was such joy in the singer and her words, every break in the lyrics was punctuated with a giggle from Hilde.

“I looked in myself,

And staring back was someone else”

Occasionally one of the other bandmates would chime in to help with vocals, and they seemed to be enjoying themselves as much as Hilde. What was it about the music that made her heart soar?

“But now my heart feels so brand new,

I found a friend for life in you…”

Arueshalae had a soft smile on her thin lips throughout the performance. She took in the beauty, the love these people shared for their music and each other. Love she’d never experience… But the music made her forget that bit for a while. Alas, far too soon it was over. How long had she been staring? A quick glance at the clock and she flushed in embarrassment at spending a full hour like that.

As their final song came to a close, the tiefling leaned into the mic. “Thank you, thank you. Check us out on Spotify, we have merch online…” With that, they started to pack up their instruments and slip out. Arueshalae tensed up. How badly she wanted to talk to them, but what if she messed up? Finally, she could take it no longer. She sprinted outside just as the band was leaving.

[third-arch]

My Trafalgar Law HC’s!! pt.6 🤍🤍

If you ask him “Has anyone ever taught you any songs on the guitar?”

He’ll say “Corazon taught me this one”

And play this:

His secret hobby is writing really funny movie reviews, like the ones you see on @letterboxdauras

His current favorite bop is June by FATM

If you ask him to show you something he laughed at recently, he’ll pull up a Zach Sang interview with Liz Gillies

If you have him listen to Live Well by Palace, he’ll smile and ruffle your hair.

His favorite children’s book artist is Mo Willems

He doesn’t have any plants in his office. He wouldn’t want any.

He likes The Boys. I’m not totally sure why but I feel like Butcher is his favorite character.

If you ask him for book recommendations, he’ll say “The Goldfinch” by Donna Tartt, and “Northern Wrath” by Thilde Kold Holdt

I posted this earlier, but if you ask him to draw himself, this is what he would draw (thank you @badly-drawn-doflamingo for help with this idea!!):

[inexplicifics]

I don't know if you are still writing the domestic asks (btw the M'laiden one hurt me (affectionate)), but maybe "painting their nails" with Eskel and Jaskier? Just because i love this two and isn't a prompt or a fic with this scene (that i had read at least). <3

Eskel gets home after a long fucking day to find that the overhead lights are off, and there are little electric tealights flickering on almost every surface. The electric tealights are a compromise: Jaskier loves candlelight, but he’s also absent-minded enough when in the throes of creation that he tends to forget he’s lit them. The table has two rather impressive burn scars on its surface, and Eskel still has occasional nightmares about the incident with the rug which could have gone very badly. So electric tealights it shall be from now on.

“Eskel, love!” Jaskier calls from upstairs. “Come on up - I’ve drawn a bath for you!”

Eskel blinks and bends down wearily to unlace his boots. A bath sounds…really nice, actually.

They have a positively enormous bathtub, large enough for two fairly tall men to stretch out in, and Jaskier has filled it most of the way with steaming hot water and added some of the bath salts that Eskel actually enjoys the smell of. Eskel pauses in the doorway, raising an eyebrow at his lover, who is sitting on the edge of the bath wearing a pair of tight shorts and a bright grin and nothing else. There are more tealights on all the counters, and a basket of bathing supplies next to Jaskier’s knee.

“What’s the occasion, buttercup?” Eskel asks, tugging his shirt off.

“I finished my album!” Jaskier chirps. “And I’ve been neglecting you.”

Eskel shakes his head. “I don’t feel neglected.” And he doesn’t. Even when Jaskier is deep in the creative fugue, he turns towards Eskel like a flower to the sun when Eskel comes in to bring him food or coax him into actually coming to bed at half past two in the morning.

“Yes, but I feel neglectful,” Jaskier says. “Come here and let me pamper you, sweetheart.”

“Yes, dear,” Eskel chuckles, and unbuttons his pants, stepping out of them and tossing them and his shirt and boxers into the hamper. Jaskier gives him a once-over and a cheerfully lascivious whistle. Eskel snorts.

“What? You’re really absurdly handsome, my darling,” Jaskier leers. “Come here. I’ve got it nice and hot for you.”

“Yeah you do,” Eskel agrees, and crosses the bathroom, bending to cup Jaskier’s face in his hands and kiss him deeply before stepping into the tub. The water is just short of too hot, and Eskel sinks into it with a long sigh of pleasure.

“There you go, darling,” Jaskier croons. “You just sit back and let me fuss.”

“Yes, dear,” Eskel laughs, and lets his head fall back against the edge of the tub, closing his eyes and relaxing completely.

Jaskier hums a soft tune while he scrubs Eskel down from toes to shoulders, and then coaxes Eskel into sitting up enough that Jaskier can wash his hair. Eskel drifts, halfway asleep, wrapped in warm contentment.

He wakes up a little when Jaskier draws one of his hands out of the water, pats it dry, and begins…doing something Eskel can’t quite parse with his eyes closed. He blinks the water from his eyelashes and looks down to find that Jaskier is…

“Are you painting my nails, buttercup?” he laughs.

“Yep,” Jaskier confirms, not looking up from the careful strokes of his little brush. The polish is clear, somewhat to Eskel’s surprise - he was expecting a bright color, possibly red. “It’s supposed to make your nails stronger and healthier.”

“I see,” Eskel says. “Carry on, then.” He closes his eyes again and lets himself doze. Jaskier keeps humming, a soft repetitive tune like a lullaby, as he puts a coat of polish on each of the nails of Eskel’s left hand and then drapes it carefully over the edge of the tub so it won’t get wet. He shifts carefully around the edge of the tub - getting a freestanding version was a very good choice, for a lot of reasons - and Eskel lifts his other hand out of the water to let Jaskier tend to those nails, too.

“Alright, love,” Jaskier murmurs after some uncounted, blissful time. “Time to get out, before you turn into a prune.”

Eskel snickers as he sits up. “A prune?”

“A very handsome prune,” Jaskier assures him, steadying Eskel as he steps out. “Nope nope nope, you just hold still and let me do everything - that polish isn’t quite dry yet.”

Eskel holds still obediently, arms held out, as Jaskier pats him down with a towel and then kisses him softly. “Come on to bed, love. You look done in.”

Eskel lets Jaskier steer him into the bedroom and chivvy him into bed, keeping his hands carefully atop the blankets so the polish won’t get smudged. Jaskier kisses him again.

“Sleep, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Eskel slurs, and is asleep before Jaskier even finishes draining the tub.

The next day, he can’t help smiling every time he catches sight of his fingernails, glossy and smooth with a coat of strengthening polish to protect them.

[angstyaches]

Hi, if you are still taking prompts for the drabbles, can I ask for Shayne and Charlie with: drawing circles and patterns on their chest + playing with their hair? (Love your writing btw. Your ability to make everything angsty and yet super cute is amazing)

@writing-whump

You're so sweet, thank you 🖤

Word Count: 500+

CW: pining (?), sad boys in love.

Prompt List

Shayne let out a soft grunt as his back hit the duvet. His head barely made it to the end of a pillow, so he had to reach back to tug it closer. He felt Charlie join him on the bed, and a second after that, the weight of Charlie’s head and neck against his stomach. 

“Missed you,” Charlie whispered. 

Shayne tilted his head upwards to see Charlie’s face grinning up at him. “We just spent two hours in the car together.” 

“Yeah, in separate seats.” Charlie rubbed his cheek against the front of Shayne’s hoodie and splayed a hand on his chest. “It’s just not the same as really being with you.” 

“Careful,” Shayne murmured, lifting a hand to work his fingers through the glossy strands of Charlie’s hair. “Anyone might think you’re only with me for my body.” 

Charlie chuckled, the sound vibrating slightly through Shayne’s ribcage. “Shut up.” 

Shayne let the ends of Charlie’s hair slip through his fingers before starting again at the roots. He wondered if he was using a new shampoo, because it felt even softer than usual. “You shut up.” 

“No, you.” The hand on Shayne’s chest lifted, leaving just one fingertip pressed lightly against him. Charlie started scribbling it in an inscrutable pattern, whispering under his breath as he worked. “S – H – U –” 

“Are you writing ‘shut up’ on my chest?” 

“Yes.” 

“You’re such a fucking weirdo.” 

“Takes one to know one.” 

“Mmmm. Wow. One of your playschool kids teach you that one?” 

Charlie gave a light exhale, like a laugh that had been scraped hollow. His finger continued moving rhythmically over Shayne’s chest, slower and with less determination than before. Shayne slowed down the motion of his fingers through Charlie’s hair, too, his stomach knotting as he tried to match Charlie’s energy. 

“Is everything okay?” he asked, a bit breathlessly. 

“Yeah,” Charlie murmured. “I just really hate that I have to leave again tomorrow.” 

The tone of his voice pushed the tension in Shayne’s stomach closer to his throat.  

“Sorry!” A little bit of enthusiasm was injected into Charlie’s voice this time. “I shouldn’t let that ruin the time we actually have together.” 

“Stop,” Shayne said. “You don't have to... pretend you’re happy when you’re sad."

“I’m not sad.” Charlie’s cheek shifted, and Shayne looked down to see him smiling up at him again.  

“Really?” 

Charlie nodded, shutting his eyes as Shayne’s thumb lifted a flop of hair back from his forehead.  

“Promise. I’m just...” A slightly more genuine chuckle burst past Charlie’s lips. “Pathetically in love with you. I'll be okay.” 

The lump in Shayne’s throat felt like it might choke him. He lay back again, eyes darting over the cracks in the ceiling paint, as he’d done on so many sleepless, lonely, anxious nights. How could he even begin to describe how badly he missed Charlie when he was gone? 

The answer to that was simple; he couldn’t. Not without running the risk of Charlie deciding to drop out of college before getting his qualifications. And Shayne would rather suffer a lifetime of being alone than pry Charlie’s dreams away from him. 

His stomach fluttered as he distinctly felt the shape of a heart being scribbled across his chest, over and over again, while Charlie broke into a long, thick yawn.  

“It feels like a waste of an evening,” Charlie sighed when he’d drawn breath, “but I don’t really want to move from the bed again.” 

Shayne shook his head, scratching gently at the nape of Charlie's neck. “Fine by me, love.”  

[naoyaslut]

black magic - geto suguru x fem reader

wcount: 1.8k

tw: none

note: i have not been in the mood to write anything, I have been daydreaming quite heavily about something like this over the past few months. brain rot to multi-chap possiblity.

Art for you used to be an escape. You recalled the joy that used to come with it back then when you were a teenager attending the most prestigious art school that Japan had to offer. Your parents and instructors alike gushed over the talent you possessed with a mere paintbrush, but all the same exact talent isolated you from your peers. 

And now here you were all dolled up at your mentor’s request to get some exposure at an extremely well-known gallery. The chic gray evening gown you wore was a gift, you wouldn’t have been able to afford it otherwise. Likewise, the pearl earrings, necklace and the designer stilettos.  

Ren had such high hopes for you, he wanted you to succeed so badly, so badly that you could smell the desire protruding from his pores when in the same room. You were his little protégée. It was only recently that you discovered how much you didn’t want this, any of this. Not the notoriety, not the attention, and certainly not the affections of others, to include Ren... that seemingly came with it. 

You stood quietly looking like a little porcelain doll while watching the gathering crowd in the small corner of the gallery that you were afforded to show off a few of your pieces over the years. Although there was only a total of three paintings, the crowd was obscenely large... and the ones who were observing seemed to be stuck as if in a trance of some sort. 

It unnerved you, excited you, and repulsed you all at the same time. For a fleeting moment, you wondered if they saw what you did. The precise strokes of ink and paint shifting along the pages quickly until it made you nauseous. You had to look away often to keep the urge to spill your early dinner along the polished marble floors.  

It wasn’t normal. You weren’t normal. And as a teenager the first time you brought it up to your parents, they merely laughed it off as the onset of inspiration for a new painting that was brewing at the back of your psyche. The older you got; you began to know better. 

Your parents’ intentions were just as bad as Ren’s. They wanted to use you until there was nothing left. Simply for profit and the fame that came with having such a gifted child in the arts. 

Something was taking place amongst the previous blank canvases that you created. These... “masterpieces” and these “creatures”, the longer they were in your possession... they began to take on a life, a personality of their own. 

The viewing finally ended and along with it the small crowd that your work had drawn with it. The three pieces you were desperate to get rid of and out of your apartment were sold to the same gentlemen. From what you were told, it provided you with a small fortune, not that you cared much for the money. You just wanted them gone and finally you were free. 

You watched the new owner from a distance while he lifted one of the paintings from its display and proceeded to place it carefully against the wall nearby, while two other men began to wrap it carefully in brown paper whilst securing it with a fraying piece of rope.  

His attention shifted to the second painting as you approached, something on the canvas catching his eye as he observed it, in what seemed to be awe.  

“Mr. Getou,” He glanced over his shoulder briefly, only to turn his gaze, hidden by a pair of dark sunglasses back on the painting and then taking a half step away to give you his rapt attention.  

“Ms. L/N, I can only assume, I’ve been dying to meet you,” 

You paused... slightly taken aback by the man standing in front of you. He wasn’t what you were expecting. Most of these art collectors were older, old enough to be your father’s father. All with greying hair and heavy mustaches, the color of their eyes hidden by rose or indigo tinted eyeglasses. 

Old money. Gentlemen who liked to spend their riches on pieces of art in hopes of reselling them in the future for even more of a profit. But this man, Getou, was not that. 

He was dressed appropriately in a dark tailored suit. You didn’t know the brand, but it looked expensive and fit him appropriately. He could have been your age, mid-twenties or maybe older, again you could have been sure. 

His hair was long, that much you could tell even though the dark thick strands were pulled back into a neatly kept bun. The black gaged earrings really stood out, the robust piercings giving his age away entirely. He would have fit right in if he had been thirty years older, but he stuck out like a sore thumb simply because of his youthful appearance.  

After regaining your composure, you offered him the most genuine smile you could muster without it being facetious. Although you were grateful for him taking the paintings off your hands, you were desperate to retreat into the quiet of your own apartment. 

“I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciated you taking interest in my work...” Your throat grew tight while you chose your next words. “And I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed c-creating them,” The words weren’t a lie entirely. There were points in the artistic process that you enjoyed creating these pieces.  

By now your throat had gone dry... The man before you had stepped off to the side revealing the canvas and the hideous creature that you had conjured up from the deepest darkest pits of your mind.  

This piece was an odd one... it depicted an enormous beast with three eyes wide open and glowing red. Its skin black as the night’s sky with hints of purple refracting off its reptilian skin. Its detail was immaculate and even now you were impressed at how realistic the beast looked. You never gave it a name, afraid that if you did you would be bound to it even further. 

“You left this piece untitled; may I ask why?” Getou shuffled away from the painting so that he stood beside you, both of his hands resting idly at his lower back while aptly leaning down so he could speak into your ear. “I wondered how brilliant someone must be to Invision a creature as glorious as this from... imagination,” 

Although you could feel the warmth of Getouu’s breath dusting your nape, you couldn’t take your eyes off your own painting. It was happening again. The creature in the dense darkness of the mural was beginning to shift, rippling against the parchment. It... it was moving.  

“Your work is extraordinary, y/n. Special,”  

You could still hear Getou speaking but the thought of tearing your eyes away from the terrifying sight before you sent a wave of panic through you. He couldn’t see this, right?  

Pulling the silk shawl tighter around your shoulders, your eyes widened in surprise as you witnessed the beast in the painting begin to shift. It appeared as if... it was breathing... the dark scales rising and falling as the seconds seemed to tick by. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Getou’s voice sounded as if it were teasing, the playful lilt to his words not lost on your conscious.  

What you assumed to be dread... or fear began to weigh heavily deep in your chest as you watched in silence, your next breath caught in your throat as the painting began to distort... a clawed talon protruding from the paper and out in your direction. 

It was all too much and just as quickly you tore your eyes away from the painting, forcing out a hollow apology, your eyes clinched shut tightly to block out what was happening... or what you thought you saw. 

“Mr. Getou... thank you, so much I really appreciate your support,” The room seemed to be unbearably warm, but you were freezing, cold to the touch. You were amazed that you hadn’t fallen over, the nausea from before hitting you tenfold while you tried to stumble away. 

The flat of a large palm at your lower back stopped your faltered retreat, Ren, your mentor keeping you upright before you disappeared into the crowd. 

“Suguru, you found y/n! I’m glad you got in a word or two before she vanished into thin air, she’s not a fan of big crowds like this,” The hand at your lower back relocated to rest at your hip causing you to tense even further. 

Suguru Getou, the name didn’t ring any bells for you, but he and Ren seemed to be familiar with one another. Ren’s demeaner also indicated that he wanted you to stick around for more conversation as well or so it seemed.  

“She’s very talented, I could possibly be interested in more projects in the future,” Suguru became erect flashing a brilliant smile while motioning back toward the painting that the two of you had been observing previously. 

Instead of looking at the painting, you turned your gaze to the floor trying to ignore the cold chill that reverberated down your spine. 

Ren must have noticed how uncomfortable you were because his light eyes looked over you before cradling your cheek in one of his hands. Clicking his tongue in disdain, he ran a hand over your forehead affectionately and huffed in dissatisfaction. 

“Are you feeling ill? You’re freezing,” 

Before you could respond he was pushing you in the opposite direction. 

“Go ahead, retire for the night. I’ll get any additional information from Suguru and pass it along to you tomorrow,” 

“It was a pleasure meeting you y/n, I look forward to seeing you again,” Suguru smiled, but there was no real emotion behind it, you were sure of it. 

Those were the last words Suguru left you with and from then on, you don’t recall the rest of the evening. You didn’t recall how you got home, what you did when you got there, or when exactly you had dressed yourself in your silk robe for bed. 

When all your wits came about you once more, you were standing in the extra room in your apartment that you utilized as a studio. Your hair was now curly and damp, sticking to the skin along your nape. The room was cool and brightly lit by the ceiling fan overhead. 

The sound of an aluminum tin of lighter fluid in your left hand buckled angrily under the weight of your grip snapped you out of your trance-like state. It startled you. Because for the life of you, you didn’t know what you were doing with it. 

“What am I..?”  

It all dawned on you when you saw the pile of canvases stacked on top of one another in the middle of the room and the sight of the utility lighter held firmly in the opposite hand. 

[alicemitch09writes]

yknow i was thinking abt ulma and oli and well.... suna is so observant and loved the reader all these years LIKEJDKDJD ITS SOOOOO UGHHHJDJDJD !!!!!!!! i just wanted to know whether or not he’s the type to Just Remember (aka stored in his brain) things abt reader or does he whip up his Notes App to jot down stuff abt her like a dork 😭😭😭😭😭😭

tbh, i think i kinda made him OOC? because he's quiet, deadpan, and sorta there, i kinda made use of that and interpreted it as someone who can be observant at the same time.

i mean, he is one of the best middle blockers (wtf is his statistics, furudate? FIX IT!!! HE'S ON PAR WITH MY OG MANS - KUROO AND HIRUGAMI, AT BEST!) so obviously, he can't have such shit observational skills.

now back to the question:

suna, at least to me, seems to take note of everything and remembers the bare minimum.

however, when it came to reader, he just remembers things in perfect clarity.

a few months after their freshmen year, he noticed that reader no longer had her hair in low pigtails. he never asked, but he just thought that it was such a cliche hairstyle.

when asano joined and began styling reader's hair, suna's eyes would immediately dart to their direction, mesmerized by the transformation. there are some hairstyles reader's donned care of her junior, but suna would always like the pigtails the most

he knows she has motion sickness, so he volunteers to sit next to her right after the seniors graduated. when he can, he stores candies in his pocket to give to her. he never lets her sit by the window and makes sure that the curtains are drawn when she's about to sleep.

it wasn't written, but i was planning on a scene where the second years visited kita's farm and they met their dog. reader has a slight fear of dogs. suna finds this fear a little cute, until she shared why she's scared of them still.

so whenever they walk around and suna hears some barking, he walks by or in front of her to act as her shield. when they dated, he helped her get over her fear of them.

it was mentioned way back, but reader mentioned that she has to buy chunky kitkat for her little brother whenever the second years stopped by a convenience store. he asked if she liked them, to which she replied "i would be lying if i said i didn't". during valentine's, he bought one and planned to give it to her but would always be so shy and insecure that he ended up NEVER giving them.

on their first valentine's as a couple, he shyly handed over the kitkat to her. he keeps doing this even after they get married (hehe)

everything about reader, he stores in his brain.

at random, while he was trying to study, or, actually take down notes (cue gasp) he'd write down stuff that she did. for example, during practice she was humming a jingle, so he wrote down 'sing', or she was talking about oranges with one of her seniors, so he wrote 'oranges' with a badly doodle of her wearing those orange hats.

however, when no one was looking (and there was a snippet of this when she had a laughing fit with osamu), suna would take stolen shots of her. not in a creepy way! just her at her most natural - taking to the coaches, sitting by the benches, writing down on her notes, looking out the window during a bus ride. he practically has a folder of them. however, once he graduated and upgraded his phone, he deleted all the photos, wanting to forget his stupid little crush.

through his first years in EJP Raijin, it was a bit of relief to be free and slowly forget about his crush. sadly, little things would remind him of her: sunflowers, lemon slices, pigtails.

one time, while he was doing groceries, he happened the produce area and sort of froze, remembering that one summer he did a group study with osamu and the rest. without thinking, he purchased a bag of rice, even though he still had some at home.

the rice went to use, because a week later, she was introduced as the intern manager. during break, he awkwardly offered the rice. though surprised, she just laughed it off and accepted it.

the thing with suna, at least for me, is that he remembers. if you're someone special to him, you have a special place in his heart and a library of memories. not only on his mind, but also physically.

when reader moved in with him, it was mentioned in the last part of OLI that they have lots of photos - either of them, with family or friends.

[a-drop-of-nightshade]

There was times where his burns ached and throbbed, burning as if still on fire, he’d been left curled up sobbing into that hoodie, it took so long for him to try and adjust to the flare ups. They said it was just trauma, they said what he saw was the mind of a child trying to understand that they had been caught in a fire. But his pen pal had told him the truth, he admitted the burns still hurt, he had drawn him what he remembered so vividly. It had began slow and shy, hesitant to know if it was the truth, but then over time he had began to send more and more, he began writing and sending them without even knowing it.

His pen friend had been hurt by the same fire too, the same god, he had always joked about how god must hate him, now he knew that was true and it made him laugh bitterly. His scarred fingers rubbed his face, more than half his body had been swallowed by flames, he had screamed and fought and tried so hard to get free, he had nightmares that had him waking up seizing in pain sobbing in silence, his mouth open in a silent scream. He would just curl up and write to his penpal then, he would write to forget and focus and on time he got a reason to live. To save the person who had saved him, in so many ways.

Once the note was stuffed into the pocket he finished the bar and water, then began to organise everything he had been tasked with collecting, he didn’t entirely understand but he didn’t care, he could be of worth to someone and make his own little strike at the god tried to kill him too. When he got the new note he pulled it out and saw how long it was, he ended up chewing on the pen lid as he read it over and over to understand the instructions, he double checked everything he had and then he shifted his bag and began to clear things out, to protect his notes he left them at his little home, a tiny space hidden where no one knew, he had a small torch and replaced the batteries, he made sure he gathered all the items up and carefully stirred them before he took his pen and notes and scribbled:

Okay I got everything, I’m gonna make sure I have room, and I’ve muffled my bag so it shouldn’t make noise. Imma be super sneaky >:) I’m gonna start right away, as long as everything goes well I’ll see you soon huh? After what 18 years? ^^;; I’ll be sure to get you out, I promise. Hang tight, I’ll see you soon Smokey <3

He decided to doodle a bunch of hearts and thumbs up on the page before he paused then pulled out a small photo he had been keeping, true over the years he had gotten a Polaroid camera and taken some photos so send his penpal just pretty scenery and rooftop shots. But this ohoto? Well he hated himself, he hated his face, his scars but… he added to the note.

By the way I got a chance to take this recently, may as well see the face that’s gonna save ya, huh? Stay strong Smokey, I really am looking forwards to meeting you.

He stuck the note over the photo of himself and shoved it into his pocket before he got scared and decided not to do it. The photo was of him on a backdrop against the cityscape, he had pale skin, his hair was long and dual toned, half black and half white. He was smiling and making a peace sign, but Cin would be able to see, half his face was covered in burns that disfigured him, he had lost an eye and his mouth was pretty damaged, it looked like he had been melted, the hand shown was also scarred badly with burns, twisted and uneven and yet knowing who he was taking the photo for he was smiling happily. His eye was blue, icy blue for that matter, and in the nighttime it seemed to almost be glowing like stars, and of course, he was wearing Cin’s hoodie, he didn’t remember a time he dared take it off.

———

He had followed every step, everything had gone so well, he had ended up in the office in the end and saw the shelves, he saw the boxes and true he knew he just needed one but gods, gods he couldn’t just leave them all knowing what they were. So he grabbed everything and shoved it all into his rucksack, but maybe that was why he had taken a moment tooling and the door had opened. His burns seemed to erupt and flare up as if catching fire once more and he choked back a scream, staggering he clutched the rucksack close.

Not like this, no, not when he was so close, it wasn’t happening! N o ! It was a sheer moment decision when it welled inside of him, he span the hood fell back and his unburnt hand rose up the air chilled so viciously and he yelled at the god, that angry, hating and burning god, “FUCK. YOU.” He screamed and ice erupted from his hand, unnatural ice, ice that erupted and filled the office, freezing the god in a glacial cage, but it gave him those few precious seconds to run and leap through the portal so it could close behind him.

@blackparaderunner

L peeked around the corner making sure the coast was clear before he ran quickly and quietly, into the room just down the hall, carefully shutting the door he squeezed past some stacks of crates and then dropped to crawl under one and into a hollow space amongst them. He let out a relieved sigh and dropped the rucksack down, he sprawled on the pile of blanket before he fished out a stack of sticky notes and a pen, he bit the lid of the pen between his teeth and pulled the pen free before he scribbled on the note: hey I got back safe, I got all the things! :D you doing okay?He then scribbled a little doodle of a small devilish character poking its tongue out, complete with little horns and wings. He took the note and folded it up before shoving it inside the hoodie pocket. He tossed the pen and ps down and lay back, his fingers rubbed the jacket that always seemed so warm, it smelt like cigarette and yet it was so comforting.

[theloveoftoms]

Loosing Control - maverick x reader (top gun)

Summary: After loosing control of your f-14, and feeling like you don't belong at top gun, your husband maverick is there to turn your night around!

This fic came from the request I received from @tinfoilhat2719. Their request had said, "Hi! Can I request a fic for maverick from top gun? So reader and maverick are married and the only person who knows is goose. Reader is a very good pilot who’s also participating in the top gun program and is the only female there. One day she almost loses control of the plane and things almost take a horrible turn. She takes it really badly and starts to doubt herself saying that she doesn’t belong there and doesn’t deserve to be part of the program, so maverick reassures her that she is a good pilot and that she deserves to be there just as much as the rest of them, something cute that shows how much he loves her."

A/N: HELLO everyone, I saw this request that I got this morning, and I had such a fun time writing it! Keep the requests coming, I love writing in response to a prompt, and I'll try and work at them soon! I ran (but mostly walked lol) 3k this morning and then made a salad for lunch and had tons of fun writing today! I'm getting back into the groove of things :) I couldn't think of a name for this at first so I was just going to call it 'husband.' I hope you have a great day/night/whatever time of day it is for you. And thank you so much for reading my stories, it means the world to me! xoxo - Mac :)

*also, the readers callsign in glacier, their rio is rogue, their plane is called bravo, and the instructor/bogey is callsign bandit. cheers!

Word Count: 3.5k

"I can't believe you're married mav," goose said, pinching his nose, "Out of all people, you! You're married!"

Maverick laughed, sliding his arm around your waist, "When you meet the one," he begun, pausing to look at you, "You just know."

You smiled, brushing a piece of maverick's brown hair behind his ear, gazing lovingly into his oceanic green eyes.

"When did you guys get married anyways? God, don't tell me you went to Vegas and got Elvis to do it?"

"No!" you exclaimed laughing, "It wasn't Elvis!"

Maverick smirked, "we went up to Los Angeles for the weekend and got married at city hall, it was short and sweet."

Your wedding was quick, the service lasting no longer than 20 minutes, maverick in his pristine white navy uniform, his jacket bearing his name, and as for you, you were in a silk maxi dress that you had bot at a boutique downtown with a pair of nude heels. A woman in a pant suit helped the two of you sign the papers, and even took your photo with the bouquet of pink tulips that maverick had surprised you with on the morning of.

Maverick and you had met many years ago, back at base camp where you both were learning how to fly f-14's for the first time. Maverick and you had met in the class room, the two of you working together on a project that helped show the instructor each of you we're ready to get into the cockpit. You fell in love with maverick's rebellious ways and flattery. The two of you would sneak out together after curfew and hit up all of the rest pubs in the area, drinking and dancing, and getting to know one another.

After graduating, the two of you got shipped off to different sides of the world. Maverick was working aboard an aircraft carrier in the Indian Ocean and you were off working at NAS north island, flying and performing work both on the ground and in the sky. Long distance was tough, but the two of you tried to keep in contact as best you could, but most of the time, both you and maverick were drawn away from the telephone with such busy schedules.

Only fate would allow you and maverick to reconnect a few years later at top gun. Now that the two of you were back together again and seeing each other on a regular basis, you decided maverick was it for you, he was the only person you ever wanted to be with. So, when one night, the two of you were out during the sunset, walking along the shore, and maverick asked, with an antique ring that used to belong to his mother, kneeling on the sand, telling you how beautiful you were and how lucky he was to have you back in his life again. "All I want in life is to be with you," he had said, "Will you marry me?" And of course you said yes.

Goose shook his head, patting maverick on the shoulder, "Congrats mav. And you too Glacier. You guys are both so cocky and bold I'm surprised mav didn't pop the question the second he saw you back here."

Maverick shook his head, rolling his eyes at goose.

"So is there going to be a party or anything? I better let Carole know, she's not going to believe it."

Silence cast over the room, "Goose," maverick said dryly, "You can't tell anyone about me and y/n just yet."

"Yeah," you said, taking over the conversation, "You know how the commanders felt about the two of us dating, could you imagine what they would say if they found out we were married?"

Goose nodded, "Alright. But man mav, you missed what could have been one hell of a bachelor party."

Maverick laughed, "I could only imagine!"

...

"Bravo is ready for takeoff," you said proudly through my headset to the tower, taking a quick glance back to my RIO, with callsign Rogue, who's given you the thumbs up.

"Permission to taxi Bravo," replied the man from the tower, his voice loud and scratchy on the radio, playing sternly through the ears of your helmet.

Under your command, your aircraft was beginning its trip to the runway, when out of the corner of your eye you noticed maverick ascending the steps into his aircraft, goose following from behind.

"Have a good flight Glacier," maverick said, giving you the thumbs up from his spot in his aircraft.

"Thanks Maverick," you said, the wheels of your aircraft just rolling onto the runway, "See you in the skies."

"God, you two are insufferable," Rogue has said to you with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, "We try to be, Rogue."

With you in command, your plane began to jet forward, sending you swiftly into the air. The sudden acceleration made for in increase of g's, sending you flat back into your seat. You've been flying for abut five years now, and the gravitational-force of the plane taking off into the sky still sent you gasping for breath, although now, you knew how to handle it. You had built up an immunity to the g's, but that first one during each flight, drawing you straight back into your seat, still surprised you from time to time.

A rush of adrenaline was sent flying through your body as your plane made a rapid climb into the clouds, pulsing through into the clear skies ahead. You loved the way that flying made you feel, ever since you were a kid and you took your first ride in an airplane. You loved being able to look down on the world from your place high in the sky and soar above it all. It had been a tough journey to become a naval aviator, but it was all worth it when you could spend your days flying freely in the sky.

You were one of the few females on the base, but the only one enrolled in the top gun program. While other women worked as sailors, and instructors, and nurses, you were the only female top gun pilot. You had to work twice as hard to be taken seriously in your industry, and three times as hard to even receive an invitation to top gun.

The first day you drove on base, listening to uplifting rock songs on the radio, you felt that you were where you had always belonged. Finally, you could be up against other skilled pilots and you would also be improving your own flight tactics, strengthening your skills to become even better than you had been before.

You coasted the jet above the ocean, and with the help of Rogue's navigating, slowed your speed until the others met up with you over the hills along the sea.

Maverick and goose were performing a different exercise, so today it would be iceman and slider working with you and rogue to take down the bogey.

Iceman pulled up beside you and greeted you with a hand signal, a common one, signalling his readiness for the exercise.

"Lets work as a team and take this guy down," you said.

"Copy Bravo," he replied.

The two of you carried on ahead at a suitable speed, one fast enough to get out of dodge when the bogey would reveal himself, but slow enough to be able to look around for said competitor.

All of a sudden, the rush of a jet flew overhead, making your aircraft go unsteady, "Rogue," you called out, "Where's he headed?"

"Bogey is heading northeast at 480 knots, bring it up to 480 Glacier," Rogue said, clipping his breathing device on to better engage.

"Bringing her up. Iceman do you copy?"

"Affirmative Bravo. Taking the lead."

Fuck. There he goes again, trying to take over.

Men can be a nuisance sometimes, especially when they try to tell you that you're not good at what you do, or that you're un-suited for the role of a pilot strictly because you're a female. Iceman is a great guy, cocky as hell, but sometimes, I can tell that he would rather be in the lead instead of let a woman be in command.

"Copy ice," you replied, slightly defeated.

"Hey ice," rogue spoke up from the back, "Remember this is a joint mission. Both you and Glacier are in command. Work as a team."

A smile ran across your face as you quickly popped your mask off, "Thanks Rogue."

At the end of the day, its good to know your RIO has your back. At first, you were actually sort of nervous to be assigned a new RIO. You never know how the person flying with you will tolerate you or your flying techniques, but after some collaboration and understanding, Rogue and you turned out to make quite the team.

"Copy Rogue. En route to the bogey," iceman said clearly through the radio.

So, you let iceman take the lead, and you followed from behind, assisting the best you could.

"Increasing speed to 485, "Iceman said, realizing the bogey was increasing speed at a pace that was quicker than usual.

You followed suit, increasing your speed, keeping your eye on the instructors plane, keeping a safe distance between iceman, who has finally began to speed up and close in.

"What are you waiting for iceman?" You said over the radio, "Time is not our friend here."

"Cornering up," Iceman said, "I've got missile lock on him."

In front, you watched as Bandit took a steep dive towards the earth, the nose of his plane nearly vertical, avoiding the missile lock from your partner.

"Shit!" Iceman called out, rapidly changing the course of his flight pattern to chase after bandit.

"I've got you from the back ice, you are clear to close in," you spoke, catching your breath as your aircraft took a dive below.

"Too close for missiles, switching to guns," ice said, when all of a sudden, bandit made a straight climb at a gradual level, bringing his plane back up, higher than before.

"Fuck, not again!" Iceman said.

He had missed yet another shot. It was your turn to lead.

"Permission to lead iceman?" you asked, already preparing yourself to feel the rush of gravity sending you flat into your seat.

"Granted Bravo. Take the lead."

So, in an instant, you sent your jet flying vertical after bandit, how badly you wanted to catch up to him and be able to take the shot that would win you the exercise.

"Permission to increase speed if needed Glacier," Rogue said from the back seat, "he's going nearly vertical now."

Following the advice of your RIO, you increased the speed to 492 knots, which made you feel the power of your jet even more, the g's sending you back into your seat, your eyes struggling to keep open, your lungs struggling to breathe. But you needed to take a shot, so you used all concentration you had left and did your best to put missile lock on bandit.

Just as your eyes sloped shut, you saw the green box turn red, you had got missile lock on bandit, and then, as the sound in your ears started to ring and sound foreign, the colour running from your eyes, everything going spotty and white then black, you fell back into your seat, unaware of anything.

"Glacier!" Rogue called from the back seat, "GLACIER," he called agin loudly, "Shit, guys," he said into the microphone, "Glacier's out!"

Panic filled Rogue's voice and Iceman who was screaming your name through the radio, "Glacier is in trouble!" he said to bandit.

As you lay there, fully blacked out, your aircraft began to plummet towards the earth. Falling fast, the altitude decreasing rapidly without any pity.

"Glacier," Rogue called you again, "Altitude 9000, 8000. Wake up!"

"Do something bandit! They're going to crash!" Slider said over the radio.

"Ice, slider, stay back, I'm going to put missile lock on, we'll see if that can wake her up," bandit said over the radio, maneuvering his aircraft near yours, putting missile lock on your plane.

An earsplitting buzz filled the plane, and Rogue continued shouting your name, eager to wake you up. "Altitude 7000. 6000," he shouted, "5000, 4000!"

As he called out 3000, your eyes began to flit open, slowly and groggily. At first you couldn't hear a thing, but the screams of your RIO and the buzz of missile lock filled the air around you. Your eyes fully opened to see the ground approaching quicker than expected. "Holy Shit!"

Your plane was spilling out of control, it was up to you to regain it.

"She's re-engaging sir," Rogue called out.

Thinking quick, you fought the g's and brought your hands to the controls, pulling up into a flat flight pattern, gaining control of the aircraft. "Oh my god," you gasped, out of breath, scared shitless of what just happened.

"That's enough for today, let's head back to the base. All good to fly Bravo?" asked bandit.

You wiped the sweat on your forehead with the back of your palm, what the hell just happened?, "Affirmative bandit."

...

Once you had landed on the base, and parked your jet with precision, completing the uniformly straight row, you hopped out of our plane and scrambled down the flight of stairs quicker than you ever had before. You were upset, god how embarrassing was it to black out and nearly crash the jet.

"Lieutenant y/l/n!" Bandit called out, noticing you were already half way to the main building, "Wait up."

You waited for a couple seconds, nervously pacing back and forth, clutching your navy helmet in your hand, your face red and blotchy. "Sir," you greeted him "What is it?" you asked, when he finally caught up to you.

"I just wanted to say that wasn't your fault," he said stiffly, taking of his own helmet, "these things happen sometimes."

You nodded, god how you didn't want to be lectured by your instructor, not to mention the one who had been the most rigid about your flying and your personal choices involving maverick.

"Go take a shower and then just relax in your unit for a while. There is no need for you to finish the lesson today," the older man said firmly, "Take it easy."

Is he telling me to go home? God, no, I worked so hard to get here, I can't go back!

"Then we'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning."

Looking like a deer caught in the headlights, you shook your head laxly and replied with a very faint, very dry, "yes, sir."

On the walk back home, your thoughts filled your head with undesirable scenarios. Your a shit pilot. If you belonged here, you wouldn't have blacked out like that. the second you got to your apartment, a quaint condo just on the edge of the row of base housing that was overlooking the ocean, you threw off your flight suit, throwing your helmet to the floor and crawled into the shower, where you let the misty water run cooly over your head, filling your ears until all you could hear was the silence of the water, drowning out your unwanted thoughts.

You turned off the creaky faucet, and wrapped yourself in one of your white fluffy towels. Your hair was still very wet, and the water droplets trapped in your damp waves were slowly running down your back, trickling down your spine. You dried yourself the best you could with your bath towel, the fan on the ceiling in your bedroom helping you speed up the process, but making you chilled in the effort.

Still in a towel, you slumped down on your bed, staring endlessly on the ceiling, the same troubled thoughts filling your head like radio static. You were filled with regret and were left feeling like you didn't belong because of your mistake. how could I have been so stupid, you thought as you got dressed in a pair of black workout shirts and your top gun tee, which as soon as you had put it on, you wished you had grabbed something else.

why am I even here? its not like I deserve it after that mistake.

god all of the guys must think im an idiot. Rogue will probably never want to fly with me again.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. You didn't really want to see anyone right about now, but you thought you would at least go see who it was. You looked through the lookhole to find your husband, maverick standing there with a bouquet of tulips in his hand.

He knocked again, "I know you're in there y/n."

You collected your damp hair in your hand and brushed it behind your shoulder and then opened the door to find maverick there with a somber smile. "Hey," he said, "Can I come in?"

"Were married Pete," you said, "Of course you can come in."

He followed you into the kitchen and stood across from you as you relaxed into one of the two bar stools, setting his rose-tined flowers down on the counter. "I heard about what happened."

You looked away and didn't say anything, a common trait of yours was silence when you were upset, and not speaking for too long left you feeling numb.

"It can be scary when you loose sense of things up there," he said gently, taking your hand in his, caressing your thumb gently between his fingers. "Its happened to me before, and when I heard you black out on the radio, it was scary for me."

You looked at maverick sorrily, "mav. I don't want to talk about it right now. I don't want to think about such a bad pilot I am."

maverick signed, sitting down beside you, "Glacier," he begun, "Whatever you're thinking, whatever crap you're telling yourself, its not true."

You put your head in your hands, slumping over the counter, "Maybe I don't belong here?" you asked, "Maybe im not cut out to be at top gun. Maybe I should work a 9-5? be a secretary or something?"

Maverick shook his head, putting a hand on your back, rubbing in circular motions, "What do you say we go for a walk?" he asked, switching the path of the conversation.

You sat straighter, looking up at your husband, his green eyes, like stars in the night, gazing into yours lovingly. "Sure," you began, "But I'm going to need your jacket."

Maverick smirked, shrugging off his aviation jacket, one nearly identical to yours, but bigger and more comfortable. His bicep and pectoral muscles flexing in the act.

Maverick's jacket was warm and fresh up against your skin, and it had the pleasant woodsy sandalwood scent that belonged to your husband. It was a bit big on you, but that's what made it the most comfortable jacket you had access to.

You grabbed your aviators and keys and locked up, your hand intertwined with mavericks as you begun your walk.

You waked through the neighbourhood of houses, past the grocery outlet and the park until you reached the ocean. The sun was beginning its descent for the night, and the base was written in shades of tangerine and marigold.

"Want to sit down?" you asked maverick, "we could watch the sunset?"

Maverick looked around, down the beach to where Antonio's, the local bar was, "actually," he said, "I have something better in mind."

You followed maverick down the sand into Antonio's to find your classmates all standing around the main table which had some fries and other restaurant snacks on it. Each one of your classmates with a beer in their hands and a lax grin written across their faces, the same grin, each in a different font.

"Surprise!" they said, loud enough to excite you, but soft enough not to disturb the ambience of the bar.

You looked to maverick, who had a big grin written across his face.

"Maverick!" you said, "What is all of this?"

Goose stepped forward, "We all heard about what happened, and we thought that a recovery that quick from a blackout deserved a celebration!"

"And since I know that you mind tends to wander to the worst," maverick said, giving you a nudge with his elbow, "I suggested that the guys get something set up for you."

You pulled maverick into a hug, pressing your face against his, "thanks mav."

"You mean a lot to all of us," goose begun, "and your always there to help us out, both in the classroom and the air."

"You are a pretty great wingman," iceman said, "or would it be, wingwoman?" he laughed.

You rolled your eyes, "thanks guys." And you looked to your husband, who somehow had the time to set all of this up, "Thank you mav."

[lorouu]

take me to where you can touch the stars

summary -> in which you’re a princess confused about your feelings towards a stoic knight you once hated.

author’s note -> just an excerpt from a fanfic i started writing but never finished :) i didn’t want it to fully go to waste, so here’s just a oneshot.

warnings -> some profanity

pairings -> knight! levi ackerman x afab! princess! reader

wc -> 1.8k

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A hand on his waist, your hand on his shoulder. He twirled you around daintily around the shimmering lights of the ballroom. You returned his bright smile with another one that was rather timid. All the other guests watched the two of you; some in awe, some in envy. You supposed this was one thing you were never going to get over; the amount of eyes constantly on you.

“I apologise for my non-existent dancing skills," you murmured, glancing down at the floor with disdain. "It has been a while, if I'm honest.”

He laughed slightly as the music picked up some more, prompting the two of you to speed up. The two of you move gracefully across the dance floor, with his eyes solely on you. "No worries, Princess. I'm no prodigy either. Besides, for someone who hasn't danced in a while, you're doing remarkably well."

"Thank you, Sir. You're very kind."

"Shall we head onto the balcony after this song then?" Jean asked, glancing over to where the place was. You smiled politely, not replying to his words for a moment. Remaining in his arms, your gaze flickered from the man in front of you absentmindedly to the crowds surrounding the two of you. Your eyes widened ever so slightly as you met the familiar eyes of another. The eyes that, from a distance, looked grey. But you knew they could have appeared blue depending on the lighting and how close you were. The eyes of Levi Ackerman, the man you had once hated with all you were, but now enjoyed his presence?

Was that it? Yes, that was it. Perhaps you no longer hated him but you doubted you were anything more than acquaintances. Friends? You laughed at the thought. No, it was not easy to simply wash over ten years of mutual hatred down the drain, but somehow, the two of you had managed to do it. Or you did, anyway. You weren't sure if Levi still hated you, nor did you really want to find out. It probably would have hurt. Badly. Wait, why did you care whether he hated you or not? As far as you were concerned, he was just some stupid old knight and you were just a princess. It didn’t matter what he thought.

You paused in your thoughts once again, your gaze now trailing aimlessly across the ground. On his face was the usual stoic frown you had slowly begun to admire, no doubt. You didn’t even need to look at him again to know. But only just recently had you realised how truly attractive he was. He had grown into his looks nicely, with his perfectly framed hair and gorgeous eyes. His nose was so pointy. You liked it. But his hands? His hands were probably your favourite. Long, pale and delicate. They were perfect, and made sense for someone like him. You didn’t mind his height either. Whilst on the shorter side, yes, that was fine with you. If anything, you found it rather endearing. But just because you found him attractive did not mean you were attracted to him, right?

“M’Lady?” Your eyes snapped away to meet the concerned gaze of Jean Kirstein. Geez, why had you spent so much time thinking about another man? But it didn’t matter. You didn’t like Jean or Levi in that way. “Are you alright?”

“Yes. Forgive me,” you smiled sheepishly. For the first time since you started dancing with him, you really noticed his appearance. He was handsome. With his brown hair and his light coloured eyes. But yet, you always found yourself being drawn to more darker features anyway. Like Levi. “I’m not sure what happened there. I must have been left alone with my thoughts for too long. I’m sorry.”

Jean smiled and nodded. His smile was pretty, but it looked disingenuous. Levi’s smiles were rare, but sincere. You never saw it much, but you always wanted to remember it in your head whenever you did. “It’s no problem, [Y/N]. It happens to the best of us.”

You nodded and focused on not stepping on his shoes for a moment. The song was now slowly coming to a pause now and soon, all of the couples surrounding you split up, leaving just the two of you. You stepped away from him, as did he. He bowed as well and gave you one last charming smile.

“That balcony offer still stands, M’Lady,” Jean tilted his head towards it, a mischievous glint in his eye. “But I understand that you must have many other suitors.”

“I have been dancing too much tonight. I believe I may take a break.” You ignored his last comment and turned away. His eyes remained on you as you slowly walked away from it. Chatter from the other guests in the ballroom continued and you quickly grabbed a glass of spirits from a nearby butler, muttering a small thanks. He nodded blankly and turned away. You quickly made your way through the crowd of people to where you had last seen Levi, which was beside a wall near the entrance of the ballroom. You weren’t surprised by that in the slightest. If anything, you were more surprised that he had decided to show up to a ball in the first place. Growing up, you had never seen him entering these things. Perhaps he did though, and you just never paid any attention to it.

“Oi.” Speaking of the devil, you turned around and spotted Levi walking casually towards you. Trying to ignore the jelly like feeling in your stomach, you watched timidly as he continued. “That was a bit awkward. He was clearly into you whereas you probably looked at him with any mild interest once.”

You laughed dryly, taking a sip from the glass in your hands. “I have no interest in anything to do with marriage right now. I’m sure you’re aware. But I do enjoy dancing, even if I hardly indulge in it.”

Levi stood beside you and glanced around idly. “What a waste of time this is. With all due respect to Her Majesty, she did an awful job at disguising this ball as one of celebration. She might as well have just called it a ball for you to find your husband.”

“I can have you jailed for saying something like that. That’s a statement that Her Majesty would find disrespectful,” you looked at him curiously. Something you admired was his rather blunt nature, even when you were in the room. Levi was never afraid to speak his mind. He merely rolled his eyes at your empty threat, so you continued on. “If it’s such a waste of time, why are you here then? I doubt anyone’s going to try and assassinate me or something. With all these people and all this security? They’d be stupid to even think about it.”

“I’m not sure either,” Levi muttered slowly, glancing at you every once in a while. “I just felt like it? I don’t know. I’ve never been to one of these balls before. Besides, there have been plenty of people assassinated in rooms filled with people. Keeping you safe is my priority, after all.”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on in that head of his. Yet, you could never read him as well as he did you, but you wanted to try anyway. After a moment, you turned away and faced the crowd, eyes landing immediately on Jean. For a moment, your thoughts returned to what Levi was saying just seconds prior. “Jean is a very handsome man. But I have no desire to begin any courtship with him.”

“Is there anyone who’s caught your eye?” You paused and stared down at the last remnants of your drink. Truthfully, you didn’t know how to answer that question, nor did you exactly want to. You swore to always be honest, but in times like this, you believed there was an exception.

“No, there hasn’t been.” He looked like he was waiting for you to continue, but you remained silent, not meeting his gaze.

“Oh, [Y/N] dear!” Your eyes landed on your Mother in the distance, who was clearly yelling around for you. Beside her, was an attractive man who you did not want to talk to. Bertholdt Hoover was his name. You had never talked to him before, only having heard about him from the countless times your Mother spoke about him.

You cursed under your breath, turning towards Levi hastily not before placing your now empty glass onto a tray of a butler nearby, nodding your head to acknowledge them. “Fuck. I’m sick of all of these suitors. Take me away from here, would you? Nobody will notice. And I'll be safe with you too.”

He didn’t reply, opting to grab your hand and dash out of the ballroom. Echos of your Mother’s voice radiated off of the walls, but you paid no mind to it as the two of you ran through the empty golden halls of the palace. Holding onto Levi’s hand whilst also holding onto the bottom of your skirt, you laughed as the adrenaline of the situation settled in your bones. It was a nice feeling. Levi made it nice too. He looked over his shoulder to see the lighthearted grin on your face, and he bit back a smile of his own.

“Where are we heading off to?” You asked pleasantly, watching as the golden hues of nearby torches flickered as you ran past. Your shadows seemed to dance with each other on the walls too. It was just the two of you now, running away from the rest of society. The music grew more distant and distant by the second the further you ran away. Your hands remained tightly locked together and perhaps you should have ignored the lightness in your stomach and the giddiness you had only felt a couple of times in your life when you were reading past love letters from princes.

“Wherever you’d like, Princess. I’ll take you anywhere you want. Just say the word.”

You didn’t reply for a moment. Biting the inside of your cheek, you pondered for a second, your eyes trailing from the walls, to him, to your conjoined hands and then back to him. “Then, take me to where you can touch the stars.”

Levi looked at you once again from over his shoulder, the ghost of delight etched into his eyes. To anyone else, he might have had the same expression of stoic blankness on his face, but you knew better. There were things you began to pick up on after a while of spending so much time with him. “As you wish, [Y/N].”

[rcksmith]

Lust — Kaz Brekker

Gif by @kitsyoung

Request: “Hey. I really like your writing and I was wondering if you would consider writing a Kaz piece with the smut prompts 76, 1 & 33. Obviously with your au rules. If it’s too much I completely understand tho”

“7, 17, 36, and 73 from the smut list for Kaz Brekker please? If not, no worries! 💖 Thank you!”

“Holy shit that last kaz brekker smut- AMAZING. Was wondering if you could write another smut with smut prompt #6? Of course if this bothers you just ignore it. Thank you so much 🥰”

Smut prompts:

1. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

6. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

17. “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

33. “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

36. "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

73. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

76. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, nsfw, jealous, mention of fight.

Word count: 5k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There is a theory that always, somewhere, there will be a person capable of making you lose your breath, and your reasoning, whenever he appears on the scene. Someone who robs you of your breath, your heartbeat, your ability to think clearly and your control to keep your hands not shaking.

And Kaz Brekker would always be that person for you.

From the first time you laid eyes on him, it's been a feeling of dying and going to heaven. Except that Heaven was, in reality, a hot, burning hell. Where your greatest punishment was being forced to watch his tall figure, who exuded masculinity by every inch, walking in front of you like a Renaissance painting very superb.

Nothing that Van Gogh, Da Vinci, and Picasso created has bordered on the personification of beauty that he was.

Kaz was beautiful in a very mysterious, dangerous and chilling way. You would describe his aura as the height of midnight in an enigmatic city, his hair the color of the core of sin and his features as lines that the god Ares would have drawn. Everything about him reeked of the fog of suspense stories, with a touch of lust.

All the looks he directed at you were caustic, flickering and intense as a candle flame, reverberating through your veins like angry eels and always make the room feeling charged with electricity, like the ground after the fall of a lightning. Everything between the two of you seemed to be filled with something fiery and arcane. From the gazes, the rubbing of shoulders, the times when the skins touched. Everything was a compilation of sensations that make you catch your breath whenever Kaz Brekker appeared.

He was your kryptonite. In all senses.

And that was exasperating in the extreme, at staggering levels. You felt your center of your sex vibrate whenever he directed you that voice whit baritone intonation and predatory looks, whenever the button-down shirts were tight enough for you to revel in the contours of his body, or sometimes when he wore the cane to signal or stopper something. This was the worst of them. His cane.

Have you lost count of how many times Kaz stopped you as counting money, by putting the tip of the cane over your hands, or stopped you from going somewhere by blocking your path with the cane, lifting the object horizontally in front of your belly. And every time you felt your legs tremble, your breath fade and a very dirty part of your brain whisper that you wanted him to use that object in you in more fun ways.

Your body was so responsive that there were times when you knew, with every fiber of your soul, that Kaz was able to read the paths in which your thoughts wandered. He lowered his gaze to you, in that breathless connection that promised to contain the most nefarious paths of sin, and maliciously curved the left corner of his lips in an arrogant, oblique expression. At such times, you could feel in your soul the words he did not say:

I know the perverted things that you are thinking.

And the truth was, he really knew. Kaz memorized every change in your breathing, every blush on your cheeks, every trembling of your hands, every your trembling look whit a frightened girl who had been caught thinking of something impure. He knew how your body was responsive, needy. And he himself had to control himself not to push you over the desk in his office and fuck you like an aggressive animal, bringing all your perverted thoughts to life.

It wasn't his physical reactions that kept him from taking action, but an even more visseral reaction than the pulsing desire he felt for you. Mine. The primal, determined, burning sensation of possession. That it ran through his veins like hot, bubbling lava. The desire was familiar, but this statement, not. Like the jealousy he felt for you, he quickly recognized the danger he was in.

If Kaz touched you…he knew he would never be able to let you go.

Mine. A statement that resonated spontaneously whenever he saw you, a testament to the reactions the two of you triggered in each other. However, not even the awareness of the dangerous game that was between you was able to dispel the climate of provocative sensuality that pulsed in the places whenever the two of you were together.

It was like playing with a powerful drug. One slip and he would be addicted forever.

On days like this, when Kaz had just come out of an exasperating meeting with Peka, a businessman and mobster who was always looking for ways to try and bring Kaz down, his already bad temper turned to terrible. He felt compelled to break something, drink a whole bottle of the best English whiskey in that club, and punch someone. Kaz felt the anger pulse through his veins, in a pure and perfect way.

He left the office, turning off his cell phone so he wouldn't be disturbed and descending the stairs to the center of his Crow Club, mind buzzing and anger seeping in his blood. He needed to unwind, maybe get into the car and head home. Maybe actually drink that whiskey bottle. Maybe both.

Kaz was about to take another step down, running a gloved hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes, when his gaze met your figure. And that was when the already terrible temper rose to the very badly.

Normally, a vision like that would have just bothered him, a compulsion to do something. But that day, Kaz was at the height of his angriest feelings. And seeing you, bold as a goddess in that little black dress, next to Jesper at the gambling table and flirting with a guy to your left, did things with every last bit of patience and self-control he had.

His eyes never left you as he took another step, running his hand through his hair again to contain the unruly strands. You were laughing, downing another drink and placing a card on the table. You turn back to the man to your left, your eyelashes fluttered gracefully in a promise to allow him to guide your rein tonight.

But there would be no goddamn rein for that fucking guy to guide.

Kaz gripped his cane tightly, descending the other short stairs and advancing toward your with dangerous, determined, and angry steps.

"...in this part of the year, criminal law cases drop a lot." The damn guy was telling you, his boring blond hair falling over his blue eyes in a way Kaz found annoying.

To fucking hell with that blond-haired Dande.

“Y/n, Jesper!” Kaz tapped the end of his cane on the table, stopping the cards under the polished wooden end.

Everyone at the table looked at him startled, their actions frozen. He saw you swallow hard, a soft tremor sigh in your shoulders.

Good!

“Shouldn't you be at the door?” Kaz turned to Jesper, his eyes sparks with annoyance.

“Right now, Boss.” He stood up, giving you a strained smile and heading towards the door.

“Kaz…” You started, voice softly intoxicated.

You knew you weren't supposed to be at the gambling table, let alone so late at night and drunk, even if Jesper was by your side. You had the ability to win every play, in any game, and that ended up not only driving the others away, but leaving the men, already drunk and irrational, aggressive and with an extremely bruised ego. And they almost always wanted to retaliate physically. As much as there were security guards and cameras everywhere to keep something bad from happening, Kaz couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting you. Not even blinking insultingly in your direction.

He sent you an icy, sharp, steady look. A clear warning for you to stop there any excuse you were about to give. To be careful with the next words you would say. You swallowed hard, looking away and getting up from the table. Slightly wobbly from the drink, you fished your coat from the chair next to you, giving a strained, apologetic smile to the guy you'd been flirting with so far.

“I better go home and call an uber and…” You started, but Kaz cut your sentence.

“I'll driver you.”

His tone exuded annoyance and impatience, giving no opening to any objections, demonstrating that he was in no mood for games. Much less defiance of his orders. You knew him too well to recognize that that night had pulled his nerves beyond what he could handle, the strain and irritation in his eyes told you something had happened beyond what you knew. His jaw, straight and strong as glass, was clenched tightly, his night-colored hair was disheveled in an overwhelmingly attractive way, and his black robes sinfully marred every line of his body.

You should have become wary of the dangerous energy that he exuded through every pore at that moment. However, to your inebriated and excited brain, Kaz Brekker has never looked so fucking hot! Your underbelly vibrated in response to the personification of sin that Kaz was, your heart racing at alarming levels as you followed him out, walking over to his car.

Like every piece of Brekker's clothing, his car was sleek black, with big black wheels, tinted glass and dark leather seats. Hades' chariot. You felt your breath catch when Kaz opened the passenger door for you, his eyes avoiding yours, his jaw still clenched and dangerous energy exhaling through every fiber of his tall, lean body.

Holy Mother of God, this man was a perdition!

Kaz contained an instinctive desire to go back inside and tell that aspiring Dande that you weren't available. Instead, he closed the door when you got in and turned around in the car, closing his own and squeezing the steering wheel harder than he would have liked.

Midnight height light streamed in through the darkened car windows and gently illuminated the curve of your cheek, highlighting your skin that Kaz might have named the color of the gods. So much attention was too seductive. Emotions and reactions still bubbled through each his vein like scandant water, mingling with months of frustrated desires and burning sexual tension.

At that moment, jealousy laced him. Mine. Amazing and at the same time propelled by dangerous strength, Kaz tried to trap that feeling back into the dungeon of his soul. He controlled his fury, yet he couldn't completely tame. Annoyance turned to anger. Starting driving the car forward, Kaz tried to think of anything but how you looked like the Goddess Aphrodite on that dark bench. Splendid as a heat ray in a winter day.

“Kaz…” You started, that gentle, repentant tone that stirred every spark in his soul.

He hated how his name on your lips sounded so sensual, so right and so delicious. He would give everything he had to hear you moan his name.

“Don't start” he warned, now not because of latent annoyance, but because he didn't know if he could stop himself if he heard your voice.

However, you didn't make things any easier for him.

"You don't have to be so angry." You go "I wasn't even using all my intellect on the game, I wasn't trying to win."

Kaz didn't even know if that was the core of the problem anymore. Was he angry that you went to a table where it was dangerous? Yes. But the waters were much deeper than that, much more dangerous. The way your smile, sweet and sensual, was directed at that guy, reeled in Kaz's mind, impregnated with the plague. He felt the blood burn in his veins just remembering how melted you looked for that man. And as much as he couldn't blame you, because you were free and single, the primal, irrational part of him screamed so much louder now.

Mine.

“This does not matter anymore.” It was the only thing he managed to say, the very sensations drowning him.

“And it wasn't even that dangerous.” But unlike him, you were obliterating the burning emotions that Kaz exuded. “There were only a few players drunker than a door, and Jesper was on my side, and also James, who was very charming and...”

Kaz almost lost direction, making the car bounce smoothly. He staked his eyes at you, puzzled and bubbling.

“James?”

“Yeah, the blond guy who…”

"I don't want to know, Y/n." He cut you off "I don't want to hear about the guys you allow to drool around you like mangy dogs."

The distilled rage was impossible to contain, and before Kaz knew it, the words were out. He turned forward again, his hands tighter on the steering wheel.

“Wait…” Your tone was slightly smug, and the way you rubbed one thigh against the other was impossible for Kaz to miss.

The grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“You are jealous?” Your intonation dropped to a low, sensual, provocative level.

Suddenly, Kaz's entire body became very aware of your body inches away. He could feel the heat that you radiated and the lyrical, sweet and sinful scent of your perfume flooded all his senses. The air grew thin, puffy and stuffy, and if it had been December cold outside, Kaz would still feel the height of summer in that car. Flashes of excitement and danger rippled through the car, and the brief silence grew even more charged with sexual tension and lustful anticipation that stirred every fiber of Kaz's being.

He made the mistake of looking at you again, and your softly mischievous smile that promised a lifetime of satisfied desires only served to incite his madness. Kaz had never understood how a man could want a woman so badly that he acted irrationally and carelessly. But now he understood. And when he realized you tried to stifle a sensual sigh from the way he was looking at you, his body won the fight against his mind and Kaz stopped abruptly the car at the red traffic light.

The sexual tension between you had become unbearable. In one moment, Kaz was fighting the series of overwhelming and disturbing emotions that dominated his entire being, and in the next moment, he had taken your mouth with his in a fiery, fierce, animal kiss. Stealing all the air from both of you, his thoughts, and his sanity.

He held your face firmly in his hands, his fingers going down to the strands of hair at the nape of your neck, turning everything into something more caustic and desperate. Yours hands went to his arms, moving up to his shoulders and cupping the sides of his neck, pulling him closer. Kaz's tongue inched into your mouth without waiting for permission, conquering and claiming every fiber of your body, of your soul, in a continued of kisses you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.

The moan of satisfaction you let out gave him a lust and desire unlike anything Brekker had ever felt. Like hot, addictive honey down in his throat. He was still gripped by jealousy, annoyance and possessiveness. With the desire for you pulsing in his body just like his heartbeat.

Kaz pulled back millimetrically, his blue eyes overshadowed by the heat of the moment, his lips red and swollen from the sinful kisses he gave you. At that moment, Kaz Brekker looked like an angry young God, and you've never felt more attracted to someone in your life than you are now.

You looked at him, panting and needy, wishing with all your might that he repeat the same actions. And you knew he realized that. Perfectly. You saw the spark of male satisfaction ignite in his eyes as he absorbed your desire. He was so close... so very close, and you couldn't stand the enormous anxiety for a caress, a kiss, anything.

His cocky smile intensified as you put more pressure in your touch his skin, your fingers trailing down his neck and back to his shoulders, silently pleading for him to do something with you. Anything he wanted.

Kaz lowered his one gloved hand to your jaw, thumb and forefinger squeezing your chin and making you look at him directly, you staring into the deep, shrewd blue of his eyes. He pulled you closer by the grip on your chin, the husky, erotic words hitting your lips like a promise of sin as he said:

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to.”

It was impossible to control the loud, needy sigh that escaped, your center throbbing in despair and wetting the thin cloth of your panties. You wanted he to touch you more, pull your body against his until there was not a single sigh left, claim your soul and your body as his. You had parted your lips to say something, most likely a plea for him to continue, but the traffic light turned green and Kaz took his hands off you, straightening up on the bench and putting the car move.

In the absence of his warmth, his body, you felt cold, empty and frozen. As if Kaz were your sun and you were Icarus. Feeling the compulsion to need to get closer, complete its magnitude and bask in his rays. Every cell in your body begged for him, in needy and submissive requests, telling you to accept anything he told you, that he gave you, as long as it touched you.

“If I knew that to make you kiss me I would have to flirt with someone else, I would have done it a long time ago.” You teased, a satisfied, malicious smile on your lips.

Kaz looked at you in annoyance. In a clear warning that you should never more do that again.

"If you wanted me to kiss you like the brat you are, you just needed to have asked." He countered your game to the full.

"But if I want more than that?" But just as he knew how to play, so did you.

You swiped the tip of your tongue across your lips, kicking off your shoes and pulling your legs over the dashboard of the car, exposing your nearly bare thighs through the thin black fabric of your dress. Your actions instantly caught Kaz's eyes, and his grip on the steering wheel grew stronger and his breathing heavier.

The air inside the car became more ardent, burn, charged with eroticism and lust that left both of you breathless. An electrifying energy coursed through their bodies, as if they had been struck by a bolt of fire. You wanted him in a way you never thought you could want anyone.

Kaz took a deep breath, and looked at you with dangerous predator eyes as he said:

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week."

The words made your body tremble. But if Kaz was trying to dissuade you, that was the last thing he should have told you. Instead of taming the fire inside you, it threw gasoline into the aggressive fire. You pressed your thighs together, your body sensitive to his words filled with burning promise.

In five minutes of insane courage, you took your feet off the dashboard, leaned toward Kaz, and brushed his neck with your lips. In slow, burning, hot kisses, you traced a path to the pulse in his neck, opening your lips slightly to brush your tongue over that pulse point.

“Please.” You beg.

Kaz's moan was low, but loud enough in your mind. You were being his undoing and you knew it. Suddenly, the car veered to the right and came to an abrupt stop. You would have lost your balance if Kaz's hands hadn't clung to your waist, pulling you in one movement to his left thigh, pressing your soaked core into the black fabric of his pants.

You gasped loudly, or he, or both. And in the next moment, his mouth was on yours again. The kiss was more aggressive, possessive, angry and ardent. Kaz kissed you as if he wanted to decree you his, proclaim his possession. You didn't see when he removed his gloves, but the touch of his skin with on your thighs was all you could think of.

“Kaz…” You moaned into his mouth, and the grip on your thighs moved up to your hip, digging his fingers into your thin dress-covered skin with such force it was sure to leave marks tomorrow. "Please."

You knew what you were begging for, but the moment Kaz forced your waist to move against his thigh, rubbing your pulsing core against his thigh, you forgot even your own name. And Kaz knew it. Then, like dominant man who wanted to see you surrendered to him that he was, his mouth went to your ear as he whispered:

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Kaz wiggled his thigh against you, making your clit roll against the soggy fabric of your panties.

You moaned loudly, your hands tightening on his shirt, your face hiding in his chest as an overwhelming, aching pleasure invaded your system. It felt good, but unbearable for being so little, churning something in your belly that made you despair for more.

"Y-yes." You whimpered, rolling your hips on his thigh.

Kaz's bare hand crept up the slit between your thighs, your dress already balled up at the top of your waist, and dipped his fingers into the juncture of your pussy and his thigh, pulling your panties to the side and making you feel the fabric of his dark pants against your wet, hot flesh. You moaned louder, your grip on his shirt tighter and your hips rocked harder for have any friction.

“Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are? Is that what you've wanted all this time?” His words, husky and strong, in that intense, dominant intonation, sent all your self-control to hell.

"Yes." You sobbed. “I-I need you."

But his hand in your panties went up to your chin, and he forced you to look him in the eye once more. The electric intensity of that look turned you on even more, making you gasp as his thigh still rocked against your throbbing clit.

“After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy” It was very hard to think with all the stimuli he was giving you, but the thunderous blue eyes warned you to pay attention to his words “Do you think you deserve me to fuck you?”

His gaze invaded you so deep and so warm and intense that you wondered if he was trying to leave a burning imprint on your soul. All over your body, overwhelming desires resonated, and you gave in to the compulsion to roll his thigh further, whimpering from the pressure on your clit.

"I'm s-so sorry." You whimpered, eyes pleading with he "It won't happen again."

"Won't happen what?" He tightened his grip on your chin, not painfully, but firmly to get your attention.

"It won't happen again, Sir."

The reward for your obedience came in an aggressive, hungry kiss, his hand in your chin dropping for your hip and wiggle his thigh at your needy pussy.

"Do you want to cum?" He teased you.

"Yes, S-sir."

"The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

Then, as if to reiterate his statement, his mouth clutte to yours once more, his thigh swayed with more vigor and his bare hands moved up to the neckline of your dress.

His warm palms and long fingers lowered the straps of your dress and released your braless breasts, your nipples hard with pleasure and your breasts swollen with arousal.

Your moan was muffled by Kaz's, and he just released your mouth to lower his lips to your left breast, capturing the innocent nipple with his mouth and rolling his tongue across your flesh. You moaned louder, your waist twisting desperately against his thigh as your hands tangled in the strands of his black hair.

Kaz delighted in every inch of you, his hands going back to your waist as his mouth attacked your other breast, leaving a trail of hot saliva on his tight, needy nipples. Brekker was consumed by a fierce hunger and need, so overpowering that he pressed his fingers to your skin as if you were his last meal. He'd wanted for so long to do all that, to dive into your body like a starving man, savoring every inch of your warm skin.

Letting out a loud, delighted moan, Kaz increased his thigh movements as he suckled on your nipple, feeling flung to hell heaven as you squealed softly and collapsed onto his thigh, smearing his black fabric with your hot cum. But Kaz couldn't care less about the fucking pants. His cock hard and rigid as a sword hilt throbbed desperately, commanding him to sink into the heat of your slippery walls.

"This is much better than I dreamin." You whimpered softly, your face still buried in his neck, your waist wiggling slyly in his thigh.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" He teased you, taking his hands to your panties away from the center of your pussy and pulling them between your legs, tucking them in his pants pocket.

You nodded, your mouth dipping into his neck in broken kisses as your hands went to his pants belt, trying to get rid of any barrier between the two of you as quickly as possible.

"Please, please." You begged, flustered as Kaz stopped your hip movements with his hands "I need to feel you inside me."

Your plea was sated with an arrogant kiss as Kaz reached for his pants, pulling the fabric of the boxer together and letting pop out his dick throbbing, pulsing and his swollen head, brushing in your pussy with lazy strides.

"S-sir!" You cried, trying to earn more.

"Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you."

The strong, long arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest against his chest as Kaz guided his dick to the entrance to your pussy, with one hand. He play whit you, pressing his head into your entrance just enough to make you feel the pressure, recoiling when you swayed frantically for more. The painful pleasure sent tears to your eyes, and you sobbed loudly as you were just toy in his hands.

A few hot tears ran down your face as you whimpered, helpless in his arms to get what you wanted.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry." Kaz pressed his mouth to yours.

In that second, he completely sank his dick into you, swallowing your loud scream as the thickness of it widened you and hit the bottom of the well. The grip of his arm around you tightened, and Kaz lifted you and brought you let down badly, drown his dick even more deeply inside your hot, wet, desperate walls.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, his mouth leaving yours, but not pulling away enough and letting you feel his hard breath hit your lips.

You followed his thrusts, bouncing your waist up and down hard and letting his dick beat frantically inside you, robbing you of your breath and your ability to think. Your moans mingled with his, the pornographic sounds of their bodies crashing together were loud and you thanked God the car windows were black and the street was deserted.

"So fucking good slut!" Kaz growled against your lips, one hand leaving your body to snake down to your throat, maintaining a firm, dominant grip.

You moaned his name and his title between loud moans and broken sobs. Yours hands closed around the shirt off his shoulders and the waist shimmied between the thrusts, making sure his dick was completely inside you.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat!” Kaz tightened his grip on yoir neck, watching you tilt your head back and expose your entire body to the delight of his eyes.

He growled louder, spurred on by that sinful sight, and increased the rhythm that pounded inside you, filling every inch of you and sinking down as anatomically as possible. Kaz felt possessed by a wild beast, insatiable and euphoric, and each thrust he gave you was more force he inflicted on you, marking you as his.

Kaz pulled your neck to him, pressing your mouth to his as he growled against your lips: “Mine.”

You nodded frantically, the apex bursting in a burst of pleasure as his dick came out and sank in hard, desperate, urgent strokes.

“Yours”

You promised, kissing him urgently and swallowing a low cry as his dick shuddered inside you, flooding you with the hot liquid until your walls overflowed, giving you a feeling of being incredibly full. You whimpered into his mouth, exchanging a sloppy kiss as Kaz gave you a few more thrusts, making sure his cum would fill your every inch, not letting you dare waste a drop.

“Mine” he repeated through the kiss.

so, the weather??? HAHAHA, anyway friends, i hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget consult the rules if you want to request for some Kaz smut. Love u. O