#in fact he seems to be pouring just a little faster now

[mars-ipan]

im back ok. sorry for the crappy art I did it in like ten minutes but I was still looking for it and STILL couldn't find it so I tried to get the idea across

THE FIRST ONE IS WHAT THE PIC LOOKED LIKE, BUT ALSO CONSIDER MY ADDITION WHICH I THINK MIGHT BE BETTER FOR THE THEME

ok goodnight

YESSSSS THAT SECOND ONE IS ALMOST EXACTLY THE IMAGE I HAVE IN MY HEAD THANK YOU FOR READING MY MIND

[y2kstarr]

Quickie with ceo!dilf!chris

࣪˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warnings : 18+, smut w/ absolutely ZERO plot, car sex (unprotected), spitting (for like a quick second), squirting

You know... you never knew the seats of a car could genuinely lay completely flat.

Needless to say, Chris helped you figure out that they, in fact, definitely could.

"F-fuck—!" You yelped as he brutally fucked you into the leather passenger seat of his black lotus evora gt, the sound of skin slapping skin hardly even heard as whines and moans poured from your lips, an obscene symphony that had him gripping at the door to steady himself.

His breaths came out as grunted pants, his eyes trained down at where the two of you connected, watching as your sopping cunt sucked him in with each thrust, a sight that had him biting his bottom lip hard to hold back from coming right on the spot.

"Holy— shit, baby—" Chris groaned as he looked up at your face, a smug grin coming to his lips at the sight of your blissed out expression, brows furrowed, kiss-swollen lips parted, cheeks red and the edges of your hair starting to stick to your forehead from the sweating.

His hands gripped your thighs that hugged around his waist, dangling off of his hips in a weakened attempt to lock him in place, fingers digging into the soft plush as he fucked you nice and good, a deep thrust causing him to groan low, but as he looked back down, it just didn't feel deep enough.

"Need more of this perfect little pussy, fuck.." Chris nearly growled as he furrowed his brows in concentration, before biting his bottom lip and slipping his hand from the outside of your thigh to your inner, his pace coming to a stop for just a moment, though it didn't stop a needy whine from leaving your lips.

His hand pushed your leg up until he was able to grasp under your knee, lifting your calf to rest on his shoulder as his other hand slid from your second thigh to your hip, grasping tightly as the both of you looked down, a whimper leaving you as he opened you up even more.

And as he took an experimental thrust, a harmonious moan fell from both of your lips, the new angle serving to bury him deeper within your pillowy cunt.

"That's it, baby, fuck—" Chris groaned, finally moving his hips at a faster pace, the pleasure nearly exploding within you at how his cock hit all the places deep within that you didn't even know were there.

"This pussy's fuckin' amazing, holy— shhhit—" Chris threw his head back in a loud groan as you squeezed around him at his praising words, your sopping cunt sure to leave a wet mess all over his leather seat once this was all over.

Your head tilted up just in time to watch as he let saliva grow on his tongue, thick and plenty, before spiting it down at your pussy, coating your clit before he reached his hand down to press against your pelvis. His thumb rubbed circles against the bundle of nerves, your mouth falling open in a silent moan before your head fell back against the seat.

"O-ohhh— mmm—!" You whined out, your back arching as your nails dug crescents into his forearms, a low chuckle sounding from him before you felt him lean forward to grin against your throat, your hand leaving his arm to tangle your fingers within his brunet curls at the nape of his neck.

He pushed your thigh forward as his hips gave deep, steady thrusts, somehow hitting you even deeper now, his mushroom tip kissing your cervix and ripping a pornographic moan from your throat at the glorious pleasure.

"Ohh you fuckin' love that, don't you, sweetheart?" Chris teased you, only receiving babbled responses from you as your brain was practically mush at this point, a fuzzy concoction of overwhelming pleasure and burning desire for more of him.

Burning pleasure coiled within your stomach, a familiar feeling that never seemed to dim with him, but suddenly, your eyes widened as the feeling burned even brighter than before, more than you've ever felt, as his palm pressed firmly against your abdomen, his thumb still working over your clit.

"C-chris—" You gasped out, nerves in your voice from how strong the newfound feeling was building, your hands practically pawing at his arm and back as your body trembled with overwhelming pleasure, trying to escape the overstimulation but also wanting him to push you through your orgasm.

"Y' gonna cum, baby? Yeah?" Chris cooed teasingly, pressing kisses down the column of your throat as his hips snapped against yours, causing you to jolt with each thrust, his teeth bared against your neck as he groaned out his words. "Cum for me, cum all over this dick—"

Your legs trembled as your hips rocked up involuntarily, chasing that high that was barreling towards you at speeds you'd never known were possible, your chest heaving with pants. "Chris— C-chris!" You nearly screamed his name out, your mouth falling open as that pleasure finally burst within you. "F-FUCK—!"

These weren't just waves of ecstasy that washed over you, it was practically a tsunami of exploding rapture, sending your back into a harsh arch as your body trembled like a leaf, nails digging into his forearm and fingers tightening their grip in his hair. Juices gushed from your pussy in a manner you'd never experienced before, making an absolute mess on his cock and all over the edge of his passenger seat.

You could hardly hear Chris' cursed groans through your muffled ears from the mind blowing orgasm, but dots connected as his hips stuttered against yours before you felt his warm, thick cum paint your gummy walls, his breath hot against your throat.

"Fuckin'... shit..." Chris panted, before chuckling against your skin, his hand finally letting go of your thigh before sliding down to join his other at your hips. Your breathing mingled together in his car, the windows nearly fully fogged from your coupling. "Didn't know you could squirt like that, baby. Makin' my car all messy, huh..?" He teased, only to be met with a tired huff from you.

After a few more minutes of recouping, Chris slowly lifted himself up, a grin coming to his lips as he looked down at your fucked out state, your lidded eyes glancing up at him. A weak whine slipped from your lips as he gently pulled out of you, the empty feeling more prominent from your thrilling orgasm, but you couldn't stop from propping yourself up on your elbows to look down.

"Look at that..." Chris cooed, his hands gently spreading your thighs just a bit to get a better view of his cum dripping from your cunt, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your inner thighs as you let your head fall back against the leather seat with a shaky sigh.

"What a fuckin' sight."

a / n : I need to fuck him BAD 😔 (also i totally didn't have to look up hot looking cars 🙄-)

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dividers → me

[lvmimis]

cw: melancholy. after-sex scene.

The spread of satisfaction throughout your body, humming at the surface of your skin, is only just starting to wane by now, and as you hold on close to your lover’s body, thighs pressed tight around his midsection, your fears and concerns quickly resurface from somewhere plunged deep inside. 

Izuku’s humming too, but in a real, tangible way, a sweet and simple tune in his throat. Aside from that, your environment is quiet and still, in the wee hours of the night, and your bodies remain connected as he navigates dim hallways to find the fridge. The thin layer of sweat between you two sticks just enough to further prove that you’re inseparable despite your greatest efforts. You bury your face in his neck while he pours out a glass of water, your lovingly spent body carefully supported by his arm. His scent, too familiar and likely infused into every bit of your skin now, grounds you perhaps a little too much. Like a hard fall.

“Baby.”

He nudges you with his shoulder gently until you pull away from him and look him in the eyes. He smiles, a mixture of weariness and affection in his eyes.

“Do you want some water?” he asks.

The awareness that your lips are dry is sudden. You squirm; he doesn’t immediately let go and there, connected to him, you decide to stay, part of him still thickly inside you. A glass is raised to your lips, maneuvered through the small space between you. You drink, and he watches a little too intently as you swallow each gulp until you’ve had enough. He refills the glass for himself, and you watch him the same.

When you’re with him, every action feels magnified in importance; everything between you is too mundane and monumental at the same time. You’d forgotten what it’s like.

It’s suddenly too much.

“I can’t believe after all this time, I’m letting you back in,” you whisper.

Izuku lets the statement hang in the air for a moment, now supporting your body with both hands, then lets his mouth twist to the side. Then his lips spread into a smile.

“You came to my house, remember?”

You pull your lower lip between your teeth.

“Unhand me, Izuku.”

He sighs, knowing he’s struck your far too capricious nerves. “I’m literally inside of you right now, are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Reluctantly, he sets you down carefully on the linoleum, cold on the soles of bare feet. The two of you remain facing each other for a moment, and then Izuku pours more water for the both of you.

“You should drink more. You might be dehydrated.”

He pushes the glass closer to you, and you look at the glass, and then away. A few more seconds pass in quiet between the two of you, and you reach for it quickly, gulping it down faster than the first time, then practically slamming it down on the table.

You don’t know why your heart is racing again. 

And it’s visible, enough that Izuku can see that through the faint tremble of your fingertips, and encloses them gently with his hands.

“Is this necessary? Do you have to fight me?”

You pull your hands back and press them against your side.

“I’m not fighting you.”

“You are. You’re on defense literally all the time.” he replies quickly, and your fingers clench. He pauses, then apologizes

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

There’s another silence as you hold something tightly to the center of your chest. The fact that you’re arguing again, already, is embarrassing even separate from the context, two people naked after hours of lovemaking, standing with hearts laid bare in the kitchen of his apartment in the middle of the night. And yet, somehow, it’s fitting for the state of your relationship.

A love that is moody and far too intense; a love that is particular and demanding and won’t wane. Izuku may be infinitely accommodating and patient, but you are indecisive enough and hurt easily. 

Even the most patient man on earth has his limits, and post-coital aggression might just be one of them.

“I mean, was it just not good enough?” he suddenly asks. “I don’t understand, you seemed to be enjoying things and-”

Your stance closes with the crossing of your arms over your chest, and he falls silent.

“It’s not that.”

Izuku takes a deep breath in. “How do I become good enough for you again?” he asks in a small voice.

The question plucks at your heartstrings with a cruel twang.

“That’s not what this is.”

You can already hear him say, then what is it?, but instead he nods as if he’s given up trying to understand you.

The truth is somehow you’re still angry, and you don’t know when you’ll stop being angry, and you should let him go and let him be free, and yet the very idea makes you nauseous if you think about it too much. 

“I’m sorry,” you finally eke out and with that statement come the tears.

As always, even if he doesn’t expect them, he’s prepared. Stepping forward, he tucks you back into his arms, holding you tight against his chest. He kisses the top of your head as you cry, a hand gently stroking your back.

“My feelings towards you won’t change, whatever you decide,” he murmurs. His chin rests atop your head. “I’ll be right here.”

Your arms wrap around him and hold onto him tightly, unsure when you’ll ever let go.

[alicerosejensen]

No time to die

Warning: Death of the reader; injuries; mention of blood; implied parting with Leon; Old leon; Fem!reader

Synopsis: he should have decided on his feelings before telling you about love. He should be taking care of you instead of running after Ada again, but now he will have enough time for this activity.

A/N: Sometimes I write about Leon's slippery ass. Well, I really had disturbing thoughts again.

If you were given a choice on whose hands to spend the last minutes of your life, you would never have chosen the hands of Leon S Kennedy.

In fact, you would rather lie in a pool of your own blood, moving away from him as far as possible, leaving dark scarlet streaks behind you, than let him help you. After all, despite all his love for this man, he caused you a very strong pain. Even stronger than what you feel now, when you try to get to your feet leaning on torn palms, spitting out a thick foam of blood.

Well, ordinary civilians can hardly resist a giant bioweapon that has crushed a bunch of people like bugs up to this point, but if Ada Wong was only slightly knocked down by a blow, which caused her to lose consciousness for a while, then you were thrown with such force that the organs inside seem to have turned into porridge.

But at that moment you didn't care anymore. The pain pierced every cell of your body and the only desire in your head was just to hide from it somewhere. Leon and his endless love for Ada didn't care anymore, but this pain will always remain in your heart. After all, he came to her aid and not to you.

You started coughing up blood. From every breath it became increasingly unbearable to breathe, and then you lost that fragile balance that you found for a couple of short seconds, collapsing on shards of glass that crumbled under your weight. Everything swam before your eyes. You didn't have the strength to curse anyone because all you wanted was not hugs and a declaration of love, but for this painful hell to end faster! A grunt escaped from your throat when someone tried to turn your body over and provide first aid, but only blood splattered out of your mouth.

"God," Leon's partner looked at you with big frightened eyes, trying to think of something, but stopped when you gathered the remnants of your strength and grabbed her hand, looking at the gun in her holster.

The last mercy for the dying.

"Please..." your hoarse, very quiet whisper begged Helena to "finish it"

Tears flowed from red eyes mixing with the blood that was on your face. From this pain, the vessels in your eyes burst and it seems that the only way out was a kind of voluntary euthanasia by a bullet in the head and not waiting for your body to stop fighting death before the damaged organs stop working themselves.

And then Helena's loud voice was heard calling Leon to finally break away from his beloved and pay attention to the dying you. If your condition were better, you would spit this very blood in his face. However, he really ran up to you after a couple of seconds, laying you on his lap, trying to do everything carefully so as not to cause additional pain. You didn't really want to spit, but you accidentally soiled his face when he stroked your hair.

Crimson thin rivulets slowly poured out of your nose and you closed your eyes a little at a new outbreak of suffocating pain that filled your whole body reflexively clinging to Leon's hand. His skin showed signs of broken nails, but he didn't seem to mind. It was unbearable for you to take even a small breath; even one attempt was accompanied by a bloody, foamy, painful cough at the edge of your mouth. It was like Hell.

Leon seemed to be looking for something that could help you, delay death, but Helena already understood everything. Anyone who saw you would understand that the injuries you received were not compatible with life.

“Please don’t...please,” Leon muttered, trying to stop the scarlet stain spreading under your chest. “Baby, I know, I know it hurts, but be patient.”

“Leon...” his partner called quietly, hinting that it was pointless.

And at some point you noticed Ada looking at you without pity, without disgust, without any other emotions. Just another corpse that crossed their path. Wong only had a couple of scratches. She did not writhe in agony and Leon would quickly find solace in her immediately after your death, this thought made your body gather its last strength and with a tearing cough look at the man in front of you, in whose eyes you could see fear for your life. On your last breath, you decided to hurt him before you die, as punishment for what he did to your heart, crushing it like a paper ball, and then tearing it apart, throwing you pathetic scraps... Well, that's how you saw it.

Leon caught that look, something in it even scared him, but your next words, which were the last, were forever imprinted in his memory and on his heart. Because you knew how painfully he endures the fact that someone hates him. You pulled your hand out of his and with hatred hissed something that was not even true in essence. It's just that at this very moment you wanted him to understand what pain he caused you with his love for Ada Wong.

"I... ha-te... you"

Everything inside Leon snapped in the same second. His love for Ada has remained a pain in your heart, but... the same pain will remain in him. The last breath, and your eyes, which he loved so much, glazed over, and your mouth remained slightly ajar. Ada... she didn't say anything, but was she surprised? Leon grabbed your hand again, trying to feel at least a weak pulse, but the words you said were pounding in his head, making tears flow from his eyes.

"No," he whispered softly, unable to believe what was happening. You couldn't die in his arms like that and you couldn't say those words. You had no reason to say those words to him! "Come on, look at me, I'll take you to a safe place. They will help you"

Helena put her hand on his shoulder, realizing how it hurt him in the end. He doesn't even have the opportunity to leave your body in a safe place and all he and Ada could do was watch him stroke your cheek with one hand holding your shoulders. The pose is exactly similar to when he defended Ada in China, only she was able to survive and you unfortunately did not.

"It's not your fault... no one is to blame for her death," Ada only said. She felt sorry for him " And her words... Leon..."

"She was not herself," Helena picked up, looking at Leon silently

Ada at some point correctly decided that it was out of jealousy. Just the last time to prick a loved one knowing that he will keep these words to himself for a long time. But they didn't have time for mourning and tears, however, even she didn't have the tongue to tell Leon to leave you here. So she just asked for his jacket and wrapped you in it, believing that you really would like it - to be enveloped in the fragrance of a loved one before death.

now was simply not the time and place to grieve, but even she did not understand the meaning of the words you said. After all, Leon really left her for you. Ada couldn't give him the stability and love he needed. Their complicated relationship hurt Leon in a way, but with you he became a normal person. She understood this, so she calmly retreated, because neither he nor she had ever felt sincere love for each other. Leon found this bright feeling in you by breaking off even short dates with her forever, and all Ada could do was really help him later.

Your death was committed out of place and all three of them understood that from Leon now only the shadow of the former man will remain and he himself will wallow in alcohol constantly replaying your dying words on repeat.

You really shouldn't have told him that.

[itsnesss]

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | axel kovacevik × fem!reader

summary | despite the simmering tension, neither of you fully acknowledges the feelings that drive the connection until it culminates in a deeply physical expression of desire

warnings | tension, smut, explicit content, oral sex (reader!receives), p in v

word count | 2.3 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

Today, the air feels softer. You’re not sure if it's the weather or just the fact that you wake up with a faint sense that something in today will be different. Maybe it's because, even though you haven’t said it aloud, you know it’s Valentine’s Day, and although you don’t expect grand gestures, there’s something in the air that makes you think this day will mark a change.

You’re at home, in your living room, waiting for him. The soft light pours through the windows, wrapping everything in a special warmth. You’ve been busy all morning, not thinking much about what might happen, but now, with Axel’s proximity, everything seems to take an unexpected turn.

The door opens, and he walks in. Axel. As calm as always, but today there’s something in his attitude that makes you hesitate. Is it the way his eyes scan you more carefully? Or the way the space between the two of you seems to naturally shrink?

“Hey,” he greets in his low voice, the one that never fails to make your heart beat a little faster.

“Hey,” you reply, smiling as you step closer to him. You can't help but notice the tension in the air, as if something is about to happen, but neither of you dares to name it.

Axel watches you closely, and for a moment, the world seems to stop. He’s not smiling, nor does he have that usual air. Today, instead of being the calm and collected guy, he seems trapped in his own thoughts, in something neither of you understands.

You decide to break the silence with a playful tone. “You didn’t have to come, you know... it’s not like I celebrate today.”

Axel watches you closely, and for a second, you think he didn’t catch the joke. But then, his eyes shine with a new intensity.

“It’s not just about that,” he replies. “I wanted to see you.”

And there it is, the twist in everything. You blush slightly, not so much because of what he said, but because of the way he said it, as if he’s truly revealing more than he usually would.

You decide to break the silence once more by inviting him to train a bit. You know it always relaxes both of you, but today, everything seems different. His movements are closer than usual, and every time he gets near to correct your posture, his body brushes against yours in a way you can’t ignore. The connection between you two is palpable, and for a moment, you wonder if he feels that electricity in the air too.

“Are you feeling okay?” you ask, though you already know the answer. The tension between you two is almost unbearable.

“Yeah,” he replies, but you can’t help noticing how his voice is a little lower than usual.

The training ends quicker than you had planned. Both of you stop, unable to help it, the heavy air hanging in the room. Axel steps closer to you, and without a word, he looks straight into your eyes, as if waiting for something, as if waiting for you to say something, or just to act.

The silence becomes deafening. And then, without warning, he moves in. His lips brush against yours, gently at first, as if unsure what would happen if he kept going. But you don’t hesitate. You respond to that kiss with a urgency that surprises you. It’s not just an innocent kiss, no. It’s something deeper, something you both had been holding back, something that only now seems to make sense.

The electricity between you two is intense. The kisses become more demanding, more passionate, and soon Axel’s hands find their place on your body, guiding you without haste but with a palpable determination. There’s no rush, but you know that both of you are getting lost in this moment.

He takes you to the sofa, and without saying anything else, you lean back against the cushions while he positions himself over you. Both of you start taking off your clothes without any rush. The contact of his body against yours is immediate, and as soon as his lips touch your neck, a shiver runs through your entire skin. His breath intertwines with yours, and, although the outside world seems to fade away, you know that all of this is the result of the tension built up over so much time.

His hands begin to explore, as if they were the first to discover your skin, each touch, each caress sending waves of heat through your body. Axel is not in a hurry, and that drives you crazy. Every move he makes is calculated, but deep down you know he is as affected as you are. His breath quickens when, finally, his lips return to yours, with a desire and passion that cannot be ignored.

"What's wrong?" you whisper, almost breathless, as his lips move down your neck, towards your shoulders.

The way his mouth travels across your skin makes your stomach tighten, and a new shiver envelops you. The only thing you know is that Axel is here, with his fingers exploring your sides, with his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin.

"Nothing," he replies, between sighs and kisses. You can't help but smile at his words. Both know the truth, but no one dares to admit it. Not even Axel can confess what he feels, not yet. But his kisses and caresses say it all.

And then, something changes. The rhythm of his kisses becomes faster, his lips move from your neck to your shoulders, and soon his mouth stops at the waistband of your pants, his fingers working to slowly lower them.

"Axel" you whisper, not knowing what else to do. Everything seems to be happening so fast, but you don't want it to stop. You can't bear the thought of all this being interrupted. Although I realize you have no experience, Axel doesn't seem to be in a hurry. His fingers continue with their caresses and his kisses envelop you, as if he himself were also being overwhelmed by the situation.

Adrenaline flows through your veins. Axel is in your lap, his lips are close to your thighs, and you can feel his breathing quicken, how his chest moves, fast and shallow. The heat in the air is intense, and everything seems to be happening in a cloud of adrenaline.

And then, he does it. Axel approaches your thighs and his lips trace their way. The fire that envelops your thighs is unbearable, each kiss more intense than the last, and you can't help the moans that escape your lips. His mouth travels every curve of your legs, his kisses are soft but demanding, and soon, the fire becomes an uncontrollable blaze.

You can't avoid it any longer. You have to do something. Your body is screaming for more, and even though Axel doesn't say a word, you know he feels it too.

"Axel..." he groans, not knowing what else to say.

The rhythm of his kisses slows slightly. You know he has heard your moans, and that soon he will be ready to move.

"Are you ready?" he whispers, between the silk of your legs. You can't respond. You don't know what to say. You just know that yes, you are ready for him.

Axel nods, as if he had read your thoughts. His kisses change rhythm, and soon his lips stop at your crotch. A new shiver runs through your body as the heat of his breath is palpable. The wait is unbearable and, soon, you can do nothing but wait for him to make his next move.

The fire is uncontrollable when his lips reach your clitoris. Axel seems to know exactly what to do, with what pressure and speed to leave you breathless. His kisses are more intense than you could have imagined, and soon, your body is ready to explode.

"Axel" whines, but he doesn't seem to pay much attention.

You can't speak. You can't do anything but respond to his kisses, with every moan and every whisper. The rhythm is intense, and you know the fire will soon burst forth.

And, there, it is. The climax takes you by surprise, and the fire inside you erupts. Axel increases the pace of his licks, knowing that you can't hold out much longer. His kisses don't cease, and soon, your moans become increasingly intense. The climax is unbearably beautiful, and Axel doesn't stop until you feel you've reached the peak of pleasure.

The fire diminishes, but the rhythm of his kisses remains intense. You can't speak, you can only respond to his licks with a weak cry, but Axel won't stop. His body moves between your legs and, soon, his lips trace the line of your crotch, reaching your thighs. You can't help but let out a scream when his lips kiss the skin of your thighs. The pain of pleasure is beautiful, and even though you don't know how to continue, you know you can't stop Axel.

You can't speak, you can only scream between its licks. The pace doesn't slow down, and soon you find yourself on the edge of the abyss once again. You know that Axel has come this far, and that he won't let you fall.

And it is there, at the edge, where Axel decides to stop. His lips move away from your thighs and soon his face is right above yours. You can't speak, but you know what you need.

"Axel" you plead, but he just smiles.

Don't let yourself be fooled. You know he won't let you fall without finishing. However, uncertainty envelops you, and you can only wait to see what will happen.

Axel approaches you and, soon, the warmth of his breath reaches your lips. You know what's going to happen, but somehow, you can't believe this is really happening.

The kiss is gentle at first. His lips press against yours gently, and his tongue approaches, slow and steady, exploring your parted lips. You can't help the shiver that covers your skin, and soon, a scream forms on your lips.

"Axel... Axel" ou plead breathlessly.

You know what you need, and you also know that Axel won't stop.

The kiss becomes more demanding. His lips move closer to your ears and soon, his words envelop you.

"Tell me what you need," he whispers between caresses, his voice deep and hoarse. You can't speak. You can only gesture with your lips.

But Axel is not going to be fooled. His hands move towards your legs and soon his fingers touch you.

"Like this?" he says, between sighs, but you can't respond. You can only wait.

The warmth of his fingers is unbearable. You can't wait any longer and soon you can feel a new chill covering your skin.

"I need you," you plead between kisses. You know that Axel is ready, and soon you will truly feel complete.

"Do you want me to..." he whispers

You can't speak. You just nod, with a weak smile.

"Yes... yes" you plead "I need you, Axel".

And there, the kiss changes. His mouth moves away from yours and soon his body pulls back a little. You can't see what he's doing, but you know what's happening. You don't have to wait long to feel his erection pressing against your legs.

Axel is not in a hurry. His erection presses against the entrance of your vagina, but it doesn't go in, not yet. You know it will, but it just needs a little time.

"Are you ready?" he says. "You don't have to worry." I'll make sure it's gentle.

The warmth of his voice envelops you. You can't speak, but even though you're scared, you know you trust him. Axel is the right person for this, and he will always take care of you.

"I know," you say, barely a whisper, but you know he understands. The warmth of his lips returns to yours and soon the kiss becomes demanding. His erection comes closer to your vagina and soon you feel full.

You can't talk. You can only respond with moans and sighs. Axel keeps kissing you, but soon you can feel his erection moving inside you. The connection is deep, and you know that soon, Axel will be at the peak of pleasure, as close to climax as you are.

You can't wait any longer. You know that Axel also needs time, but you don't have much to give. The adrenaline flows through your veins and soon you can feel that you are close to reaching a new climax.

"Axel" you shout, but you don't know what else to say. You know you need something more, but you don't know how to ask for it.

The rhythm of his thrusts is more demanding, and soon you can feel the fire inside you intensifying. Axel kisses your lips with a muffled cry, his erection doesn't wane, and soon you can hear his moans as he reaches climax. You know that both of you have reached the peak, and soon, you both collapse on the couch.

Axel lies down beside you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek, his breath warm and heavy. You can't say a word. You can only kiss him back, with a sigh of satisfaction. The rhythm of your heartbeats is slow, but you know that soon both of you will meet each other's eyes. And there, you know what happens. They don't need words, they don't need to talk about what just happened. They only need each other.

[luimagines]

He Realizes That You Like Him Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part three will include Time, Wild and Hyrule.

Content under the cut!

Time

He realized that you liked him faster than he’s ever going to tell you to your face.

Time knew that he was attractive to an extent. It’s not as if he hasn’t had people interesting in him. He just wasn’t interested in them.

But he’s had enough experience to see the signs.

Naturally, he wanted to write it off at first, thinking that perhaps he was just seeing things. However, there’s only so many times that he’s willing to brush things off as coincidences. 

Time could see your soft blushes, the way you glanced his way when you thought he wouldn’t notice. He noticed how you seemed a little nervous around him but still wanted to be nearby. You paid more attention to him than the others. You took into account his needs and wants and tried everything in your power to make this whole ordeal easier for him.

He could see it all.

But it was really when you admitted, albeit absentmindedly, that he was your favorite of the group that he felt as if he could whole heartedly close the case. There was no more room for doubt after that.

He’d have to admit, he felt a little better about himself in that moment. He even cheekily teased by getting close to your personal space. You held your breath as you waited to see what he’d so next. Your poor heart was beating so hard he could see the faint thump on your chest.

He grinned and smiled at you, leaving you there to gather your wits.

If Time was being honest, he felt like a dumb struck idiot. The amount of sheer will power that it took to not break out in a grin and start giggling like a fool was more than he thought he was capable of.

You were, thankfully, none the wiser, even when you chased after him, demanding he explain himself to you.

But what could he say? It’s not as if he could have put everything on the table and pour out his soul then and there. The others were still present and he knew that were never going to let him live it down if he did that. Besides, he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

You were simply irresistible, if a little too easy to tease.

But you liked him.

You liked him.

Whenever Time has to think about it, he has to fight off a boyish smile from your face. He should be better than this. He’s an adult. It shouldn’t make him dissolve into a giggly, giddy teenager all over again.

But it is an incredibly lovely thought, isn’t it?

He sighs to himself all over again as he thinks about you.

Incredibly lovely, indeed.

Wild

Wild could be a bit dense at times but he was still smarter than most people gave him credit for.

He knew... that you acted different around him but he would be the first to admit that he couldn’t figure out why. You seemed to get along with everyone. And don’t get him wrong, you both got along well as well, but there were times when you couldn’t quite meet him in the eye or seemed to be nervous when he got too close to you despite the fact that he wasn’t doing anything.... Unless he was.

But you would have said something to him, right? You both virtually hung off of each other at times, so he can’t see the connection or what makes some different than others.

There was a moment where he had remembered that your favorite food and you looked to be having a bad day. Now Wild was never good with words, but he hoped that a good meal of something you liked would help turn it around.

So he made the meal and gave it to you. It seemed to do the trick and Wild was happy to leave it at that.

But then you came to him with a shy expression and a blush on your face the next day.

Admittedly, it had taken his breath away. It was so incredibly soft. So tender. Wild had to fight himself to stay neutral and keep his hands to himself this time around.

He smiles at you and he thinks he sees your soft blush grow darker. “Hey. What’s up?”

It takes a beat for you to build up the courage to say what you wanted to say, but that’s ok, Wild thinks. He’s willing to wait for as long as you need him too. You cough and scratch your cheek. Wild notices that you keep one of your hands behind your back. “I... came to say thank you... For yesterday. You didn’t have to do that.”

Wild smiles brighter. How cute. “It was my pleasure. I’m glad you felt better afterwards.”

“Yeah...” You agree quietly. “I did... um.. Here... I wanted to give to you...”

You hold out a flower.

Wild’s heart get stuck in his throat. He recognizes this flower.

A blue nightshade.

Where did you even find this?

Recognition triggers at the back of his head to the time when he brought a blue nightshade to Wabbin at Lover’s Pond. He told you that story. Had you remembered it? 

Wild takes the flower between two of his fingers, studying it with quiet awe. You grin and are quick to make your get away. “Anyway! That’ll be all. I lo- appreciate everything you do! Ok bye!”

Wild stares after you silently, wondering when exactly his heart started beating out of his chest.

Does... does he thinks this means what he thinks it means?

Hyrule

Hyrule knew that he liked you for a while now. Your charm, your grace, your wit, your sass- It was all very attractive to him.

But that being said, he knew he wasn’t exactly a catch. There were plenty of reason that he could think of for you to choose literally any other person. 

It was just a fact, so he didn’t want it to bother him too much. He was still happy with your friendship and you were an awesome person through and through.

That being said, every doubt in the existence of doubts would circle around his head whenever he thought about telling you how he felt. It could never be that easy though, could it?

He was never going to pick up any hint you could have thrown at him. He was never going to pick on anything subtle or small that you could have thought of to try and show that you would have reciprocated his feelings. 

It would take something huge.

It would take something obvious.

It would take something that he wouldn’t be able to deny no matter what was thrown at his face.

“Hyrule.” You said softly. You had taken him aside from the group for a moment with soft blush to your face and an nervous expression. “I wanted to tell you something.”

Hyrule stood at attention, wondering what ti could have been that had you so nervous to tell him. It must be important. you looked ready to back out any minute. He hopes you wouldn’t. Hyrule wanted you to come to him with whatever would bother you.

“What is it?” He pressed softly, wanting to show his interest in what you were saying.

You stalled, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet as you thought about what you wanted to say. The silence was deafening. Hyrule had to stop himself rom copying your nervous movement.

“I like you.”

He stills. Did he hear you correctly?

You don’t want t wait for him to twist your words into something easier to digest. “Like... a lot. I like you a lot.”

Hyrule’s still processing your words when you take a step forward and kiss his cheek. His entire mind shuts down.

“A lot, a lot.” You clarify. “You don’t have to answer right now, ok? Just... think about it?”

You almost say, ’think about me’, but that might a bit too much for the young hero to handle right now.

You clear your throat, blushing brightly at your forwardness. “I’ll... that’s all.”

You run away.

A beat passes and Hyrule explodes into a blush now that you’re out of sight. His hands come up to cover his face as he sinks down to his knees.

There’s denying that. He couldn’t even if he tried.

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin-r]

Hi! If it’s okay, totally okay if not, can I please request a soulmate!Morpheus x soulmate!fem!reader where she is half dream half human (she doesn’t know she’s a Dream or even that any of that exists) and she’s living a completely normal human life, with a human job (kindergarten teacher), human friends, no knowledge of who either of her parents were. But when she’s approached by The Corinthian, her normal life completely shatters. Like he had found out before Morpheus that she’s technically one of his missing Dreams and also Dream’s soulmate, and he takes her as leverage against Morpheus? Morpheus saves her from danger at the hotel with “Collectors” Convention? He’d take her back home to the Dreaming but I’m sure that’d be a difficult change for her to leave her human life

I spy a cooking opportunityyy pour moiiii to the google docss

i have actually been so busy this year it’s not even funny so I’m glad i had something to write. Let me know if there are any Spelling mistakes and errors

You were different, it wasn’t a thought or idea it was a fact. It was proven. You had a power, it was unexplainable and you’d given up on trying to explain it. It started small, lucid dreaming, you could fix, make, create, do whatever you wanted but it was only through dreams. Then, people. Your mom was dreaming of a new shopping spree and you just watched her. She saw you and just assumed you were part of it and in truth you were. You bought so many things and didn’t question where the money was from, it was only a dream that you wished you could bring her, she looked so happy. Until you woke up to your mom screaming in a room full of boxes and bags.

You brought the dream to her. 

Over the years you learned how to control it. Now years later after getting your teaching degree you became a kindergarten teacher and honestly you loved your job, the smiles and laughs of the little children who scurried around you. It was amazing it helped distract you. Seeing their little selves running over to their parents. 

You slowly just dropped your escapades in the back of your mind. You were an adoptee. You were a baby so you have no memories of who your parents were but the Arlings were a good family who treated you like you were a godsend.

“Heyyy, me and Lorrelai were wondering if you could humour us for a sec?” Debby, a fellow teacher like you asked. 

“Sure what's up?” you asked as you perched onto a nearby desk.

“Her ma's coming into town and she's wondering if she shouldn't be in town when ma's here.” 

“What's wrong with your ma?” 

“You know, controlling, demanding, taxing…you know how moms are.” the moment she said that her eyes went wide. 

“A-”

“Hey lass, there’s someone here for you!”  Since you were the only one Layla called Lass saying your byes you made your way to the front desk. 

You rarely got visitors here, maybe a rare parent but by the sounds of it it wasn’t a parent. Yiu giggled as you dodged hree running balls of energy. You could tell them to slow down but then they’d probably just go faster to avoid you, you chuckled. 

You turned the corner and almost bumped into a man. He was tall with blond hair and familiar black glasses from a show you watched a while back. He smiled and you almost flinched. You tried to smile back in the same manner but it felt painful and unreal.

“Excuse me, Miss Arling?” you nodded wondering if he was an uncle or relative you haven't met of one of the kids here.

“That’s me, who are you?” you tried to make your tone light. 

“Ah, how rude of me, my name’s Corinthian.” What an odd name.

“Mr. Corinthian? What brings you here?”

“You.” Your confusion must have amused him as he laughed like you’d just told him a funny joke. You became deathly aware of how it was just the two of you in a room that seemed to be ever shrinking. Maybe it was your imagination but he seemed to get closer without even moving. 

“I’m sorry, is-”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, thank you for how easy this was and don't worry this won't hurt a bit.” In a quick motion his hand swiped over your head and all you saw was black.

Corinthians caught you before you hit the ground. He had taken precautions so no one was going to remember you after you were gone, no bodies left to worry about. 

With a hop skip and a jump the Lord would be destroyed by the very thing in his hands and he was giggly. Slipping you into the passenger seat of his car he darted off as not to be late for his convention.

***

In and out.

You were in a car and now you're not. 

Someone was talking and when they finished people started to cheer and chatter and laugh. Your head started to ache. 

Where were you?

 What were you on?

A metallic smell filled your nose…blood? With heavy eyes you were met with bright lights, stage lights? Focused on you?

“A-ha, you're up, I was starting to think I gave you too much.” The Corinthian guy came up from behind you startling you, pathetically you tried to move away from him only to end up on the floor. He grinned again and you as you moved onto your back inching away. Like a preg before it's predator. 

He was enjoying this. 

“Still skittish I see.”

“Where am i?”

“Don't worry about it just a little collector's convention.” Collector? Is this a slave market?

“Why…” your legs came to and you began to stand and everything became clearer, the figures before you were more defined and you could make out the little devil's face, you tried to hit him but he dodged you quite easily. “What did you do to me? Who are you?”

“Little weak are we? Just a little sleeping dust and I think we already established the second one.”

Before you can speak any further the ground begins to rumble and shake. Bits of sand start to move from the corners joining and linking up. The lights flickered slightly.

“He's on his way people! SHOWTIME!”

WHO?

The sand started to pick up and wind from nowhere blew it high and a man began to emerged from it. His raven black hair was first, he was tall,  his smooth pale skin as the sand glid over him. His long black coat bellowed and a crow or a raven flew from behind him and landed on his shoulder.  The man had beautiful crystal blue eyes and in this moment they were filled with a lot of emotions, the most prominent one was-

“Angry are you?” Corithian grasped your shoulder steering you around. “This'll do you in.” The man met your eyes and something clicked. A dark blue thread began from soemewhere on you and connected all the way to him. 

��What is the meaning of this?” His eyes never leaving you but he was addressing the man holding you inhumanely tight. 

“Come on now I haven't even started.” Corithian spun you around and sat you on the chair you were on earlier. You tried to get up but you were tied to the chair by an invisible rope had you bound down. 

“Now dearie, tell us, have you ever done anything extra ordinary during the night time!” 

The man tried to move but it seemed like he too was bound by something. His head which had been lowered examining his bonds raised and his eyes met yours.

He was beautiful now that you saw him. Maybe he was a god? Considering everything that had happened so far it didn't seem to far from truth. If only the circumstances had been more favorable.

Corithian was a game show host and you both were his unwilling contestants. 

“I-what?” He shooks his head like a director towards an actor who read the script wrong. 

“No your line is yes.” 

“Yes?”

“Yes!” The crowd burst into laughter, you had an audience. 

“Your turn, Dream.” He turned his back to you as you he addresses the man. Dream. “Do you know who this is?” He asked as he pointed at you.

The man said nothing, but his eyes spoke for him. 

“Nope?” Well audience let me tell you a story…Once upon a time there lived a god called Morpheus. This god was the ruler of dreams and nightmares and he was damn good at his job. One day a mortal man believe he could trap death to delay the inevitable however his spell faltered and he caught Morpheus instead and after failing he kept the god trapped in a glass ball.”

You looked at Dream/Morpheus but he did not look at you instead his eyes were focused on the invisible cords on him. 

“A century passed and finally he was free. He roamed the world in search of the thing stolen from him, fought demons, traversed plains, spoken with the moirai. Eventually he reclaimed his tools. It was left with the dreams and nightmares of his realm.”

Corithian paused. “He got most of them except for two. One was obviously the devilishly handsome man that I am and our star guests mother.” 

Your mother? 

You didn't remember your mother, you didn't remember anything from your little years. Your eyes were hot but no tear fell. 

“Little did he know that said dream had found love. This pretty thing was a product of a human and a dream. Incredible. This child lived undiscovered and grew in silence and love. However a dream and a human were never meant to be together for a reason. 

The father was unknowingly sharing his lifespan with his love and when it ran out, so did he and so did she. A child given to an orphange, a mother and a father turned into dust, dead on site”

“Rescued by an orphanage, adopted by humans. Until today this child has been undisturbed, but Where's the fun in that.

“Alrighty visual demonstration then!” 

“Corithian.” The man who had stayed quiet stood forward. Every step tightening his bonds breaking slightly.

“I am not done!” The nightmare truly looks devilish. 

It felt like you'd been pinched.Your skin was melting away, it wasn’t painful rather it was freeing. You felt something behind you and when you reached for it. 

Wings

However, that wasn't the most surprising thing, surprisingly. It was your body. Your elbow had caught your eye then your while arm. It was like you were the physical embodiment of a galaxy. Purple, blue, yellow, red, your head was spinning. Something warms was rushing through your veins

“Ha, I didn't even have wings until I was older, more matured nightmare, maybe 105? But you? My, am I jealous? Well I guess I am,” Corinthian spoke like this was not a hostage situation and you weren't between two men who were definitely not human. 

“What is this? What have you done to me?”

“Oh sweetheart, don't tell me you're all beauty no brains? I tell you I'm a nightmare, I tell you a pretty story, what does that make you?”

“A dream?”

“100 points to whatever Harry Potter house you'd be placed in.”

“How is this possible?”

“And we're back to stupid questions, you mortals are so limited in knowledge it's a wonder you’ve reached anywhere.” 

A gust of sand filled the area but it didn’t feel gritty or painful, in fact it was quite the opposite it was soft and sweet. The particles danced in the air like dangerous flames. Morpheus/Dream/The strange man freed himself and wrapped his own set of bonds over Corithian.

“Ugh look at you embracing it like you’ve known it all your life pathetic, here I thought you might have a shot.”

“Corithian, Corinthian.” the voice from the sand was low and went through you, and it went through Corithian too, however his recovery time was impeccable.

“Oh come on, it was just getting to the best part.” 

“Soulmates! They were, Isn't it an interesting sort? Just like you and Dream here.” Corithian started to laugh a painful laugh. “You two are bonded. Linked. MEANT TO BE”

Soulmates?

“Corinthian, you are not a dog so I will not need to speak to you like one, you will return to the dreaming.” you half-heard the rest of their conversation. You eyes moved over the crowd. Lost in thought?

“And if I say no?”

“You can’t”

“If you think I’m going back to the dreaming with you-” Corinthian begins as he takes off his glasses. You see his eyes and a primal fear grips you, your blood freezes as you look away, nauseous.

“You’re not staying here.” The Morpheus states. “I brought you into this world to serve humanity, not to feed upon it.” 

Corithian looks to him. He puts his glasses back on. His bonds disappear.

“Do you know why I do it.” He shakes his head. 

“So I can taste what it’s like to be human. And you don’t care about humanity, you only care about yourself, your realm, your rules.” 

He's unravelling.

“I contain the entire collective unconscious, without my rules; it would consume me. Humanity would be consumed.” The Morpheus looks sad for a moment ready to cry but something tells you he's been holding it in for ages. 

“Or you might actually feel something, I am not the problem, Dream!” 

“You’re right, it was my fault not yours. I had so much hope for you. But I created you poorly than. So I must uncreate you now.” 

Corithian doesn't move. Slowly red sand begins to rise from him, little picks of his skin turned to dust the specks floating about in the air some brush past you but their not as soft as Dream's sand was infact their thick and jagged. 

Corithian opens his mouth to speak but it slowly begins to disappear as well. 

“I am only sorry I won’t be here to see-” you don't hear the rest as his head is inherrantly gone too.

Morpheu remains calm, he slowly walks over to the sand remains and picks up something so small you could have missed it. A skull.

“Is that…” you lose your voice. He nods turning it over in his hands. 

“Yes.” .

“Next time I make you, you will not be so flawed and petty little dream,” He speaks to the skull then directs his attention to the field of serial killers who’ve been frozen I'm their seats this whole time, it seems the nightmare's magic wore off. He places the skull in one of his pockets.  

“And you who call yourselves collectors, until now you sustained fantasies where you are the victims, daydreams in which you were always right, but no more, the dream is over, I have taken it away for this is my judgement upon you that you shall know from this moment on exactly how craven and selfish and monstrous you are and you shall feel the pain of those you have slaughtered. “

You watched as every single person in the room went out through the doors, looking so similar you thought they were under a new spell. You may not be a high lord but you could see and smell it. 

The fear. 

The agony. 

“What will happen to them?” you ask, your voice low and shaky. 

“Mass incarcerations, I have a fair idea that they will either terminate their existence and or give into the law.”

“What about what they saw here.”

“They'll remember nothing about today.”

“And me?”

“And you…first we must get your glamour up.” His hand carefully brushes against your collar bone and then up your neck and like a switch your back to your human self, you pinched it just to be sure.

“So he was right, he was telling the truth? I'm one of your creations?” You ask your hands sweaty in your grip. 

“He was half right, you are half my creation and half human. You are something new to me but we will find the answers. But first, you must have questions and I shall do my best to answer them.” 

“Your name is Dream or Morpheus?” he nodded.

“I am known by many names and thousand more titles, Oneiros, Somnia by the romans, Fashioner, Dream, Onierus, Morpheus, The Sandman. You may call me whichever you like.

“Morpheus.” A look passes in his eyes that you didn't recognise but it did not scare you in fact it brought you closer and closer. “Your eyes are like stars, they are very pretty.”

Morpheus chuckled. He did not seem like one who would but he did. It was only then you realise how close you were.

“Even after all you've been through today you still come towards me even after all this.” 

You shrug. “You saved me so that's a pro.” 

“Thank you, you have pretty eyes too.” you giggle as he humours you. 

“But…my life here, I can't just abandon everything I've known.” from your childhood to adulthood you have gained many things to live for. How could you just let it all go to follow a diety you just met?

“Corithian is a nightmare who takes measures as though not to have his fun take from him I'm afraid, no one knows who you are, his magic does not have a good record of undoing itself..”

“And if it does? There's a chance right?” You  knew you were grasping at straws but-

“Then you came resume your daily life. 

“You will not truly leave everything behind, you will simply travel between realms and back. Places and back, I can even create a dream in your image to go over your daily chores so your absence is unnoticed.”

“I couldn't ask that.”

“You forget what I made mention of to Corithian, dreams and nightmares are meant to serve humans, any dream to take on your role would be most pleased and honoured. Do we have a deal?”

You gazed over him, he seemed genuine. 

“But what about the soulmate bonds he was talking about?” 

“I will not be forcing a romantic engagement upon you, if that’s what you're worried about.”

“Isn't it killing you?”

“Mere bullets to a bulletproof vest.”

“It still hurts.” You saw a ghost of a smile on his face.

“It seems your values truly are intact even after such an ordeal. You do not ask about yourself? Whether you might find the same end as your father?”

“What will happen to me?” 

“Your human side is more than your dream so I believe you will simply exist perfectly with or without me.” 

“How would I exist with you?” 

“I am a ruler over my own realm of Dreams and Nightmares so to exist with me you would be my wife and queen.”

“Your wife.” Strangely being married to this man did not seem antagonising for a second nor did you feel any sort of fear or anxiety. Infact the idea…pleased you?

“Yes, there's a whole ceremony, then a party, all a formality really to introduce you to the others.” Other gods and goddesses. 

“Right.”

“I understand if this was a lot to understand from Corithian and his activities to becoming Queen of the Dreaming but you have the option to walk out of here enacting no fury upon yourself.” You wanted to smile, he's a perfect gentleman. 

“Is it foolish if I told you I understood everything and that's why I'm still here?” you chuckled cracking your knuckles. 

“No it's human nature, nothing foolish about you. “ 

“And how do you feel about this?” he looked surprised and stayed silent for a minute before replying. 

“Well, I never believed in soulmates for beings like me and so I'm curious, but…” he trailed off looking at you funny. “I wonder what it's like to be loved by you.” 

“I should be saying that to you. I have a lot of questions for you but I can save them for another time” 

“Then,” His hand was back in sight. “Will you come with me?” you had slight apprehension but you slipped your hands in his nonetheless.

“My care is in your hands.”

i hope this fit the bill. <3333

[berrymilkwithsugar]

Ticklish little brat~ ♡ (Lee!Catnap and Ler!Dogday)

I love these little sillies so much.

(Anyone ordered a bratty Lee!catnap with a teasy Ler!Dogday as a side?

Another VERY indulgent fanfic.. raspberries warning as well I cause that makes peeps uncomfortable…. Also I wrote this at 1 am, apologies for typos/grammar errors/repetition)

Catnap bolted across the hall, with his canine friend hot on his tail, it was a simple game of “truth or dare” with his friends. Dogday was dared to be tickled by catnap for five minutes, driving the poor pooch up the wall, now he’s chasing catnap with a vengeance. “Get back here, kitty!” Dogday yelled, nervous giggles were pouring from the cat’s mouth like a faucet.

“Come and get me puppy!” Catnap turned around sticking his tongue out to blow a raspberry at him before he suddenly tripped over one of his dog friend’s squeaky toys. Dogday watched as catnap tripped, he smirked and began to run slightly faster to catch up to where the feline was now laying, Dogday was right beside Catnap almost instantly “Now I got you, ya little brat~”

Dogday pins the cat down on the soft carpet, causing said cat to squirm and pout. “No fair!” Catnap whined. Dogday chuckled at this, “Did you seriously not expect me to get revenge on you, especially after pulling that stunt on me?” Catnap stuck his tongue out at the dog. “You chose dare! Not me!”

Dogday rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly at Catnap’s childish gesture. “Sure, fair point, I chose dare and not you... But still, you HAD to at least see this coming, right?” The orange furred dog asked his cooler toned companion, a swift “Shut up” was all Catnap could reply with. Dogday couldn’t help but chuckle more as Catnap simply dismissed him, especially since he was used to Catnap having a witty or sassy response to almost anything he said.

“Aw, you sound a little bitter that I'm right, huh~?” Dogday said with a smirk, Catnap tries to squirm out of his grasp. “No, you’re not.” He responds with a childish pout. Dogday rolls his eyes again with a smirk, his grip tightening around the cat’s arms to ensure he couldn’t squirm out of his grasp.

“Uh huh, sure I’m not. Keep telling yourself that all you want, won’t change the fact I’m telling the truth, silly~”Dogday teased.

This smug son of a- before Catnap finished that thought, he sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry at Dogday, which gave the canine an idea. A smirk slowly crept up on his face. Catnap looked down at Dogday when no snide remark was heard from the canine, “What cat got your- h-hey, what are you doing?” Catnap asked nervously as Dogday seemed to adjust himself so his face was near Catnap’s tummy.

“Oh, nothing much… just admiring the view that I’m currently looking at~” Catnap squirmed at this “W-What view?!” Dogday chuckled as Catnap began to squirm around, “Why, the very interesting view of fluffy tummy, of course~!” The dog said in a chipper tone. Catnap gulped “Yeah what about it. Nothing special.” His tail began to wag in excitement at what his friend was about to do.

Dogday smiled wider at Catnap’s attempted nonchalant and dismissive tone, Dogday knelt down and began to get closer to Catnap’s stomach, his face was only inches away from Catnap’s soft looking fur. “Oh really? Well then, if there’s “nothing special” or “interesting” about your tummy… then you wouldn’t mind having me take a closer look at it now, would you~?”

Knowing what that was code for, catnap began to shake his head “Nononono pleasepleaseplease not that.” He said, yet there was a bit of excitement hidden behind his panicked tone. Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s panicked response, and began to feel a small bit of satisfaction at Catnap’s frantic response over him wanting to get close to his belly.

“Now why are you so panicked over me just getting a little closer? Could it be that you’re a little… ticklish, perhaps~?” If words could kill, catnap would be a dead man. Catnap bit his lip, muffling any nervous giggles and proceeds to hide his face in his paws. Dogday’s smirk grew wider at seeing how desperately Catnap tried to hide his face in his paws, Dogday could practically feel the anxiousness radiating off Catnap at this very moment, and he was enjoying every second of it.

“Aww, is that your attempt at hiding your face? So cute… but what’s even cuter is that you still haven’t answered my question… are you ticklish, Catnap~?” His question was laced with so much saccharine it was sickening. Catnap refused to answer the question, so he stayed quiet. Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s silence, it was very telling of the answer to his question due to Catnap’s refusal to respond in the first place.

“Ah, so it IS true… you really are ticklish, aren’t you~?” The canine asked, his smirk still plastered onto his face. Catnap stayed silent, seeming to be enough of an answer for the dog to continue, Dogday slowly moved his face closer to Catnap’s tummy and began to speak in a more quieter and calmer, but still playful tone

“So then, since it IS true that you’re ticklish… you wouldn’t mind if I take… a closer look~ at your cute stomach, would you~?” Catnap squeaks “W-Wait Dogday, let’s be rational about this- EEK!” Too late, dog day already started his assault of raspberries on the poor cat’s tummy, sending him into a fit of bubbly laughter. “EHEHEHEHEHE D-DOGDAHAHAHAY!” Catnap kicked his legs as his Dogday blew a raspberry near his ribs. “Tickle tickle kitty~!” He teases as he blew another near his sides, driving the cat up a wall. “D-DOGDAY! EHEHEHEHEHE C-CUT IT OHOHOUT!” With that, Dogday suddenly stopped. Leaving the cat confused and a bit disappointed. “Alright. That’s enough.” Dogday said, backing away from the cat, only to look at him puzzled.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” The dog asked, with genuine concern. Catnap looked away flustered, Dogday stood there dumbfounded before it clicked together, his smirk grew twice as large. “Oh~ did a certain kitty like being tickle tickle tickled~?” He teases as Catnap’s cheeks turned a darker shade of purple. “Well why didn’t you say so~?” Dogday slowly extended a hand forward and placed his fingers gently onto Catnap’s stomach. Catnap writhes “Thahahats not it and you know it!” He giggles. Dogday smirked at Catnap as soon as he began to writhe at his fingers making contact with his belly. “Oh really~? And what exactly did you want me to do, hm~? Did you want me to do THIS~?”

Dogday began to move his fingers around in a circular pattern on Catnap’s stomach, causing Catnap to shriek. “NOHOHOHO!” Catnap squealed as he shook his head. Dogday chuckled as Catnap shook his head, Dogday found it adorable and comical how flustered he was getting even by the slightest of touch to his belly, Dogday continued to use his fingers to move around in a circular motion on Catnap stomach, he then began to speak in a teasing tone.

“Aww, but why not~? You don’t want me to tickle your cute tummy~?” Catnap replied with “NAHAHAT WITH YOHOHOUR FINGERS!!”

Dogday chuckled and stopped movie his finger in circular patterns on the poor cat’s tummy, he gave a mischievous smirk before responding in an almost mocking manner. “Why not my fingers? You don’t want my fingers to tickle your soft and sensitive stomach~?”

Catnap groaned at this, he should have know he was gonna pull this on him, “You know what I’m asking you to tickle me with!”. Dogday chuckled again at the cat’s impatience and smirked even wider as he knew exactly what Catnap was referring to, Dogday spoke in a slightly teasing yet mocking tone “Oh, you want me to use my nose to gently nuzzle and rub it against your soft, bare stomach~? Is that what you’re asking me to do~?”

Catnap shakes his head Oh for the love of. He blows another raspberry at the dog, hoping that would be enough of a hint, Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s second raspberry that he blew at him, he smirked and rolled his eyes slightly in a mocking manner as he spoke to Catnap “Aww, you’re blowing raspberries at me again now, how cute… but I’m still not getting what you’ actually want me to do, silly~ Maybe give me another hint, and maybe I’ll get it this time~”

Oh that son of a- “Just blow raspberries on my tummy already!” Catnap snapped, finally growing impatient yet he was still flustered.

Dogday chuckled as Catnap finally flat out admitted what he wanted him to do, he smirked again before responding in a slightly mocking tone still, just to get under Catnap’s skin a bit, “Oh, so you want me to blow raspberries on your tummy, huh~? Is that what you wanted all this time, you silly, impatient little ticklish brat~?”

Catnap pouts which drew a chuckle from Dogday, he found the pout to be both cute, and hilarious at the same time, “Aww, look at you pouting… how cute… but you never actually answered my question, you silly boy~ Do you really want me to blow raspberries on your cute, soft, ticklish tummy~?” With a sigh Catnap mumbles a “yes.”

Dogday smirked at getting Catnap to finally answer his question after all that stalling, he chuckled at Catnap’s response before he responded in a slightly teasing tone still, “Did you just say “yes”. So adorable~ But would you mind repeating that a little more clearly, you little brat~?” Dogday said, Catnap couldn’t explain why, but this was making him flustered, with a red face he answered with another “Yes!”

Dogday chuckled again at seeing Catnap all flustered and red, he liked the sight of it, a lot, and he loved seeing Catnap so desperate for him to blow raspberries on him. “Aww, is someone embarrassed by having to admit that all they want is for me to blow raspberries on their soft, ticklish tummy~?” Dogday cooed. This caused Catnap to look away from him, which in turn made Dogday chuckle, he thought Catnap’s efforts at hiding his flustered and embarrassed face were adorable and comical, “Oh, is the cute, impatient, and ticklish brat embarrassed at admitting that he wants me to blow raspberries on his cute, soft, tummy~?” the dog cooed some more, Catnap nods. Dogday found it funny how Catnap wasn’t even speaking anymore, just nodding silently, of course he had to tease him about it.

“You can’t even speak anymore, huh~? Is someone’s voice caught in their throat at the thought of me tickling their cute little tummy with my lips~?” Catnap’s nods are more frantic now. Dogday chuckled again, it was hilarious and adorable how embarrassed and flustered Catnap was getting at the thought of Dogday tickling him with raspberries.

“Someone’s nodding more frantic now, huh~? Is someone getting excited at the thought of my lips coming into contact with your cute, sensitive, ticklish belly~?”Dogday teased, Catnap started to kick his legs “Just get on with it already!”

This drew a chuckle out of the canine, he loved seeing the feline get even more impatient and desperate, and Dogday wanted to tease Catnap even more than before, he spoke in a slightly mocking tone, “Awwww, is someone getting even more impatient now~? Does someone need to be more patient and stop demanding that I “just get on with it already”~?” At this point Catnap would even beg for it to happen, the anticipation is killing him “Please! Just please, if you’re gonna do it, do it!” He begged. Dogday chuckled at Catnaps’s desperate pleading, he found it hilarious and adorable how desperate Catnap had gotten for Dogday to do this, he smirked one more time and spoke in a slightly teasing and mocking tone once more “Aww, is someone saying “please”, huh~? Is someone finally asking nicely for me to blow raspberries on their cute, ticklish stomach with my lips~?”

Catnap finally caved in, he admits a weak “yes” as he nods his head, Dogday chuckled once again as Catnap finally caved in and admitted a weak and nervous “yes”, he found it hilariously adorable how his friend finally broke down from all the build up, and was now nodding his head obediently.

“Awwww, was that so hard~? It took a while, but you finally admitted it~ But one more thing before we get started… you gotta promise me one thing first~” Dogday said as the cat huffed.Catnap pouted “more?” Dogday chuckled at his annoyed and pouty pout, he smirked before replying in a slightly teasing tone yet again, “Oh, is someone getting more annoyed now~? Well someone better start being a cooperative little brat and hear me out on this little proposition before I get to blowing raspberries on that cute tummy~” this made Catnap stop his pouting Dogday chuckled at this, he found it adorable how Catnap had quickly changed his attitude from annoyed and pouty to obedient and listening. “Good boy~ Now then, to get to blowing raspberries on that cute tummy of yours, there’s one thing you gotta promise me~” The warmer tone counterpart said, Catnap cocks a brow causing Dogday to smirk again, he was loving the adorable expressions the little brat was making, and he spoke in a slightly teasing and almost mocking tone once again “Oh don’t give me that look, silly boy… you better promise me that you won’t try to jerk away from me or roll over if you get too ticklish while I blow raspberries on your cute tummy~” Catnap hummed in thought before responding “Okay… I promise.”

Dogday grinned he decided he was now fully satisfied with Catnap’s level of obedience, he responded in an approving tone, “Good boy~ Are you ready for it… are you fully and completely ready… for me to blow raspberries on that cute, soft, tummy of yours~?”

Catnap nodded. Dogday smirked at Catnap’s little nod, he was absolutely loving how obedient and compliant Catnap was being at that point, Dogday spoke in an almost excited tone, “Alright then little brat, you better not break that promise you made to me… be a good boy and hold STILL… for me~”

Dogday smirked at Catnap bracing himself for the inevitable and slowly leaned his head closer to the cat’s tummy until his lips were practically touching Catnap. “You ready… you little, ticklish brat~?” He teased

Dogday spoke in an almost excited tone one last time before finally blowing a raspberry on his tummy. A squeal came from the cat as he bursts into melodic giggles. “EEK! Ehehehehe!” Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s second adorable squeal and lifted his head off of Catnap’s stomach once more, he spoke in a slightly mocking and teasing tone again “Awww, that one tickle even more~?” He asked as he blew another raspberry, he also started nibbling on the cat’s rib cage in between raspberries to keep the cat up the wall.

“D-DOGDAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!!” Catnap kicked his legs, “Yes my little ticklish kitty?” The canine teased, causing the cat to flush an even darker shade of red “IHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!” He thrashed his head from side to side, trying desperately to keep his torso still. Dogday shook his head and clicked his tongue, “I warned you.” He said before he lowers down and places tickly kisses all over Catnap’s belly, making the cat squeal again.“EHEHEHEHEH N-NO NAHAHAHAHAT KISSES!! THEHEHEHEY TICKLE SO BAHAHAD!” The feline squealed, his thrashing became more harsh, as his tail was thumping against the ground, showing that he was at least enjoying this. “Tickle tickle tickle kitty”

“SHUHUHUHUT UP!” The cat squealed causing the dog to smirk, Catnap had finally breaking out of his submissive and obedient attitude and was snapping at Dogday, and to be honest, he found the outburst both adorable and comical to see, Dogday laughed at Catnap’s reaction, “AHAHAHA~! Awww, is someone snapping at me now~? Losing their composure and breaking out of their submissive little brat phase that you’ve been in since I started blowing raspberries on your adorable little tummy~?”

“YEHEHEHEHES” Dogday couldn’t help but coo at Catnap’s adorable, unrestrained laughter and continued talking to Catnap in a teasing, mocking, and playful tone, “Is someone laughing a little loudly now~? Does someone’s tummy REALLY not be able to take too many raspberries~?”. Catnap shook his head, which Dogday chuckled at, “Nuh uh, your tummy is DEFINITELY really, REALLY ticklish huh~? And you REALLY can’t take too many raspberries on this cute little stomach of yours, huh~?” He said, his voice dripping with saccharine, this caused Catnap to break, “EEK!! OKAHAHAHAHAHAY YES!!”

Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s reaction, he responded in a teasing tone, “Awww~ You finally admitted that your cute little belly is SUPER ticklish huh~? AHAHAHAHA~! You gonna be able to handle any more of my raspberries on this adorable tummy~?”

“NAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” catnap begged, his face was a deep purple as he frantically nodded. Dogday chuckled again at Catnap’s frantic nods and beet-red face, he loved it when Catnap was getting all worked up and desperate because of the tickling, “Aww~, you were getting soooo worked up and panicked by just a few small raspberries on your cute little tummy, huh~? Poor little ticklish brat~”

Finally Dogday let up on the poor cat, leaving him a panting mess of giggles. Dogday offered a hand to the cat “You alright buddy?” He asked in a chipper tone. The cat reached up and grabbed his hand, only instead of belting Dogday pull him up, he dragged Dogday down to the ground, quickly using his tail to secure his wrists. “Did you seriously think I wasn’t going to get back at you?” He said in a mocking tone, calling back to Dogday’s retort. The canine groaned “no fair.” As the cat proceeded to start tickling his ribs.

Let’s just say the cycle repeated for the rest of the day.

[heliads]

Lisa my love! I hope you don’t mind me sending another request (for none other than Jack Wilder again of course) — but how about a Jack x reader meet-cute situation, maybe she’s a barista at the coffee shop he likes to visit, and he definitely thinks she’s more than cute but reader is a little oblivious to that fact. But she doesn’t recognise him at first, (i can imagine a co-worker going “GIRL that was Jack Wilder!” and she’s like “who now?”). Jack ends up becoming a regular and the two get to know each other outside of the coffee shop setting (I’m also imagining he’d try to teach her card tricks and it’d just be so !!!!!! absolute fluff). Sorry, this request doesn’t have a SINGLE coherent thought in it, it’s literally so silly but I love this man bfhvdjhfvdn

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'wake me up' - jack wilder

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Nothing has ever made you want to drink coffee less than working in a coffee shop. Whether or not you’ll actually stop is purely up to your own moral strength, of course, but you’re reminded daily of why you would make such a choice whenever you clock in to your latest shift at your local coffee shop. The sight of so many exhausted people who seem to prefer snapping at you to actually taking accountability in their own lives is depressing, to say the least. 

Still, you keep working there. You always do. It’s satisfying in itself, as far as jobs go, and your coworkers are funny enough that the time always passes faster than expected. It’s not bad. And sometimes, on rare days like today, you end up meeting someone with the power to change your life forever.

The funny thing is, you almost missed him. The shop was crazy busy when he came in. You would find out later that the people were only crowding into the shop and lining up down the block because of him, but you hadn’t known that at the time. You had just chalked it up to word of mouth, maybe enough people had finally appreciated the expert level of care you and your coworkers put into their lattes and decided to show up and see what’s what. 

You certainly hadn’t counted on the cute boy who came bounding through the door of your shop, sending the bell fixed to the top into a commotion matching the hubbub surrounding the tables inside. Your first thought was that he seemed energetic enough that ordering coffee was unnecessary. Your second thought, as he breezed up to you, ready to order, was that you certainly didn’t mind your job anymore if it brought you faces as pretty as his. 

For a complete stranger, he seemed very sure of himself. He had paused for a moment before speaking, as if waiting for you to burst into applause at the sight of him. When it became clear you weren’t going to fall into raptures, he just shrugged and rattled off his order. The words were perfectly cadenced, probably memorized. You wrote it down like normal. Routines can be tedious on both ends, even if two perfect strangers are meeting for the first time. Sometimes, you don’t know that the course of your life has been irrevocably affected until much later. You certainly didn’t know it then.

You had guessed that something was strange, though. You had asked what name he wanted with the order and the young man had blinked at you in surprise, as if he couldn’t fathom the possibility that you wouldn’t know who he was. You’re familiar with the regulars of the coffee shop, so you knew he wasn’t one of them. Still, he seemed so stunned that you didn’t recognize him already. In a good way, though. With the way he smiled at you as he said, “Just Jack, thanks,” you got the feeling that he thought quite a lot about you was good.

Jack’s order wasn’t too complicated, so you were able to finish it quickly, which he seemed to appreciate. Even after he moved out of line to wait for his coffee, Jack had still hung around the counter, eyes nervously darting around the room as if he expected someone to jump out at him. From the few glances you were able to sneak as you poured and mixed ingredients, you almost thought he was right to worry. All these tables of girls kept whispering and giggling to each other, staring back at him with this outright, unusual intensity.

You had no idea why he was seemingly being stalked by so many people, but he was cute, so maybe that would do it. There’s a college campus across town, maybe he was on a varsity athletics team or something. You called his name and several people perked up. No one looked happier than Jack, though, and he eagerly slid over to you so he could pick up his drink.

You raised an eyebrow at his excitement, unable to hide a small smile. “Really looking forward to that coffee, huh?”

Jack had the presence of mind to blush a little. “I just want to hit the road as soon as I can.”

You took an obvious look past him. “I think I can understand that. What did you do, announce that you’d be giving away free kittens or something?”

Jack chuckled, absentmindedly scratching the back of his head. “Not quite. Do you– do you not know who I am?” He gave this pained half-laugh as he said it, like he could tell that saying something like that didn’t make him come off as the nicest.

He was cute enough that it worked, though. Cute and charming. He could get away with anything. Later, you’d learn that he usually did.

“No,” you said, and his entire face had lit up. Strange. “I’m not a mind reader,” you reminded him, “I won’t know your name unless you tell it to me.”

“Well,” he had said slowly, “I won’t mind saying it again. Maybe tomorrow morning?”

You had laughed. “I’ll see you then.”

Jack had all but beamed at you, turning around to smile at you one last time right before exiting the shop. You’d watched him go with a soft smile, shaking your head to yourself as you headed back to get the next customer’s order.

When you started mixing up the next drink, though, one of your coworkers turned to you, practically shrieking in your ear with the force of her excitement. “Am I dreaming, or was that Jack Wilder?”

You glanced at her, confused, as you reached for the oat milk. “Who?”

Your coworker’s eyes widened in horrified shock. “You must be joking. Jack Wilder? Of the Horsemen?”

You had frowned at her. “Like the four that bring about the apocalypse? He seemed nice enough to me, I doubt he’s going to bring pestilence or death upon our coffee shop.”

Your coworker had shaken her head, her eyes flickering briefly shut as if praying for strength. “No, Y/N, the Horsemen are a world famous group of magicians. They’re like, crazy good. During a show, they once robbed a bank on the opposite side of the globe.”

“So they’re criminals,” you muttered, eyebrows raised, “They sound like lovely people, then. Should I check the credit card he paid with? Maybe it was a playing card instead and I didn’t notice.”

She rolled her eyes. “He wouldn’t do that, obviously. They’re like magical Robin Hoods, they only steal from banks and bad rich people and stuff like that. Jack Wilder is a celebrity, if that’s what it takes to get through to you. He’s like, the hottest one of all of them.”

“That I can agree with,” you had grinned to yourself. He was really good looking, and sweet at the same time. 

You found yourself sincerely hoping that he would come back the next morning, although the odds of that had to be low. If Jack really was a world-class celebrity, he’d probably jet across to a new country by the end of the day. He probably wouldn’t stay in one place that long, especially given the questionable legality of his day job. Coming back to the same small coffee shop was practically out of the question.

And yet, when you open up the next morning, you find yourself idly glancing outside the front window every few minutes, constantly checking to see if there’s a cute magician slipping inside your shop. Each peek down the street is rewarded with the sight of faces that aren’t his, though that doesn’t stop you from looking again.

Eventually, you decide that he’s not coming after all and there’s no point in continually craning your neck to see past the people huddled outside the main window, trying to talk themselves out of purchasing a pastry. It is only now, when you let down your guard, that you see someone approaching the counter out of the corner of your eye and announce, as if this were some great, life-changing thing:  “I’m back.”

For anyone else, this would be obnoxious. However, the cute boy beaming at you did make you a promise, so it is quite important that he would be here to honor his word. You end up smiling back at him in silence for a beat too long. It takes your coworker pointedly looking at the line growing behind Jack for you to remember yourself.

“Right, right. Coffee. What can I get you this morning?”

He looks bashfully behind him, as if only realizing that it’s not just the two of you in here, too. “Um, maybe a double shot vanilla latte? Oh, and can you draw something on the top?”

You hum as you write down the order. “Any ideas, or is the art my choice?”

Jack winks at you. “I’d love your number, but that might be too long. How about a heart, since you’ve already got mine?”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, but you do your best to keep your cool. “That’s sweet. Do you flirt with all your baristas like this?”

“Only the pretty ones,” he promises. Maybe Jack’s magic isn’t just in card tricks, but in his smooth moves as well. 

As he turns around to find someplace out of the way to wait for his drink, your coworker openly stares at you, jaw dropped. “What was that?” She asks under her breath, grinning.

You just shrug, although you can’t seem to stop your lips from curling up into a poorly hidden smile. “No idea.”

Jack thanks you for his drink when it’s ready. You weren’t brave enough to give him your number, assuming he was just joking around. He’s a celebrity, you remind yourself. He could probably conjure up Margot Robbie’s number if he really wanted it. He’s not going to go for you if he could have anyone on the planet.

However, when you slide over his coffee and he immediately checks the design in the foam, pretending to pout when he sees no identifying string of digits, you start to wonder if he wasn’t kidding after all. It certainly seems that way when he shows up the next morning, and the next morning, and the next. Jack is turning into a regular, which you didn’t expect. You figured he would sweep from city to city like the rest of the Horsemen, but for some reason Jack seems inclined to stay.

He insists on getting your number about a week later, and says he won’t leave the shop until he gets it. He pretends to handcuff himself to the chair of his favorite spot, pulling the metal cuffs out of thin air and grinning at your surprised reaction. You make him stay there, locked in place, for a few more minutes just to mess with him, but in the end he walks out with your number, and when you leave that night, you find a card tucked into the pocket of your apron. 

It’s the queen of hearts, although the image is less entrancing than the phone number scrawled across the front. Just in case I lost yours by accident, says the note on the back. You press it to your heart, trying to stop yourself from audibly squealing. You had promised that you wouldn’t fall for him, but it’s getting increasingly difficult to keep your word. 

Especially not when you get a text some time later that night:  Get home safe? Then:  This is Jack. Although I hope you wouldn’t be confusing my number with other handsome men who also wanted to see you.

In the safety of your room, you’re free to lightly kick your heels back and forth like a kid with a schoolgirl crush. No other admirers. Just you.

Just the way I like it, is the answer, practically only a few heartbeats after your text. You might actually end up loving him if he’s not careful.

Jack comes in the next morning looking far too pleased with himself. In fact, he even goes so far as to ask when you get off work that day. He says he wants to see you without other customers getting in the way. You remind him that he, too, is a customer, and he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, asking if you want him to be something else. You don’t deign to respond to that, but you think your self-conscious smile does enough talking. He certainly laughs like it does.

Jack ends up taking you out to lunch. He makes you laugh the whole time, looking proud of himself every time he manages to elicit so much as a smile from you. He tells you stories about all the fantastic jobs he’s taken as a Horseman, even attempts to teach you a card trick or two. Several dropped decks later, both of you can freely admit that he’s got more of a knack for sleight of hand than you, but his hands have been over yours in the name of teaching his trade often enough that neither of you much mind.

It’s getting harder and harder to pretend that this is just a game to him. You do ask him once, as he’s dropping you off at your door, if he really does want this. You. Everything. Jack looks softly at you once, eyes containing all the secrets he couldn’t possibly put into words if he tried, and then he kisses you sweetly, slowly, and you know. Jack Wilder could have the whole world in his hands, but as it turns out, the only thing he wants from it is you. He’ll convince you of that as often as it takes. You can’t wait to watch him try.

requested by @hiya-itsamber, i hope you enjoy!

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Things Have Changed Pt. 5 (Carl Grimes X Reader)

Part 5 of 9. It has to get worse before it gets better and all that. We still have some tension-building to do before we get to the payoff.

You don’t talk about the kiss. In fact, you don’t talk to Carl at all in the following days, even though you see him every evening when the council meets. But he won’t speak directly to you after your argument. Which is fine - two can play at that game - but it still stings to see him avoiding you. And it makes you feel guilty in a way you didn’t expect - is this how he felt when you were younger and you were still giving him the cold shoulder because of his father?

It sucks, but it’s fine. If anything, not worrying about stupid Carl feelings is giving you more time to enjoy the newfound addition to your little construction team. Arthur is everything you could’ve wanted. He understands the fundamentals enough for you to not have to explain every piece of architecture jargon you find in your dad’s blueprints, and is great at putting things into layman’s terms for the rest of your team. His experience grants him the ability to work quickly and efficiently, and he’s not shy about giving pointers to Gale and Connor when he sees them doing something that could be done faster. He’s easy to talk to, too, and you can tell he’s just happy to have found somewhere relatively safe. To be part of a community again. It’s sweet to watch. 

Just outside the gates, you lean over a rough outline for wall improvement your father had made before he was killed. Arthur peers at it with you, whistling low as his eyes scan the thick paper. “You said your Pa drew these up?” His eyes flick up to you, peering out from under thick eyebrows. 

“He did.” You confirm. 

“No wonder this place is as strong as it is then.” He chuffs. “This is… really impressive. He was what, before all this?” 

“A professor.” You say. “Architecture.”

Arthur nods, pursing his lips. “I take it he’s not, uh… with us anymore or he would be out here. I would’ve liked to meet him.”

“No, he’s not. Or believe me, I wouldn’t be in charge of this.” You try for a laugh, but it comes out a little sad. You miss him. You miss all of them. It’s hard, having grown up with a father and a mother and brothers and seeing all of them stripped away. But keeping Alexandria alive is a way of keeping your family alive, so of course you’ll pour your heart into the community. 

“Seems like you’re doing a fine job to me.” Arthur smiles thinly. 

“Thanks.”

Your conversation is interrupted when the chain link gate is rolled open. You step back from the road and pull your makeshift table with you. On the other side of the street, Connor and Gale do the same, making room for the car pulling out of the gate to pass by. You glance at the driver’s seat to find Carl there, focused dead ahead. Quickly, you look away. It’s stupid, and petty, and it makes you feel awful, but you’re not going to be the one to extend the olive branch. Not after he outright said his job was more important than yours. In front of the whole council, no less. 

The car pulls past, and you shift back onto the road as the gateman rolls the gates back closed. You pointedly do not think about the way he sighed into the mouth when he’d kissed you that night, and you most certainly don't wonder if you’ve ruined the chances of that ever happening again. 

“When did Carl get car access?” Connor asks, watching him go. 

“Couple meetings ago.” You say, forcing your tone to remain neutral. “He’s been talking about going on longer scavenging trips for a bit now. Wants to go further out too.” 

“Hopefully he can actually find some stuff.” Gale says, peering down at the sketch on the table. “We still need most of that shit on the list Eugene gave us to fix that one solar panel.” 

“Solar panels?” Arthur perks up. 

“Yeah, they’re on the far side, you probably haven’t seen ‘em yet.” Connor says. “S’a pretty sweet setup though. You don’t realize what a privilege a hot shower is until you weren’t able to take one for like four years.” 

Arthur grins at that. “You’re telling me.”

You clear your throat, and bring the focus back to the task at hand. As your crew gets to work, you fall into the thoughtless rhythm of the task at hand. Reinforcing, leveling, all while routinely checking your surroundings for walkers that might be drawn out by the noise of the work and the chatter of your crew. It’s the sort of environment that causes your mind to wander, even if you don’t want it to. 

You can’t imagine what makes a person kiss you like they’ve been waiting to for years and then turn around and say (in front of your peers, no less) that they think their job is more important than yours. It’s not the sort of thing you would have expected from Carl at all. Of course, it’s half your fault for escalating the argument - and its eating you alive - but that he would just stop talking to you afterwards stings. 

And now you won’t see him for at least a few days while he’s out scavenging. Maybe its a good thing. Maybe the time apart will cool things off. You’ll apologize when he comes back, you decide, and hope that he accepts it. Hopefully you can get back on track then, and maybe he’ll kiss you again. Or you’ll at least talk about it. Part of you wishes that you hadn’t been drinking that night, that you would’ve had the thought to ask him about it then. You’re desperate to know more about why and why then and what changed between you or if he’d always had feelings about you and you were just late to the party. 

Maybe you should have just kept your mouth shut and let him put Arthur on the scavenging team. But that would have likely bothered you just as much. You’ve never been one to compromise about what you think is right - there’s too much of your mother in you for that. And especially when he had construction experience- you can’t even quite wrap your head around why he picked the fight in the first place. God-

“You’ve been, uh, hammerin’ that same nail for a minute now.” Connor’s voice plunges through your thoughts. “What’cha thinking about?” He teases. 

You snap back to reality. “Nothin’ in particular.” You cover quickly. “Just got lost-”

“What’s up with you and Grimes?” Connor cuts you off, needling. “I’m sensing some tension-”

“Oh, fuck off.” You roll your eyes, knocking your shoulder against Connors as you move to a different section of the wall. 

“I just want to know!” He says. “Trouble in paradise?”

“We’re not together.” You say. Something you don’t know if you can still hope to change, now that you won’t even look at each other. You wish he hadn’t left before you worked up the nerve to break the awkward game of silence and apologize but-

Connor snorts. “Yeah, okay.”

Whatever.

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[cami040405]

Between Art and Silence - Vincent Sinclair x Reader

Chapter 3: A New Form of Communication

Summary: You start to get closer to Vincent and get him to express himself even more to you, and you meet another mysterious figure in Ambrose.

Chapter 2 here!

After Vincent left, you looked around the room once more. Everything was quiet… too quiet. You stood up, walking slowly to the door. When you peeked into the hallway, you saw Vincent coming down the stairs silently, moving with the precision of someone who was used to being invisible.

You swallowed hard. He was strange, but he didn't seem threatening. In fact, his presence was the least of your worries in that ghost town.

It was Bo who worried you.

Sighing, you went back inside and closed the door. The idea of ​​spending "a few days" there didn't appeal to you at all. But what else could you do?

You picked up your cellphone and, as you feared, there was no signal.

"Great…" you muttered, throwing the device on the bed.

You decided to take a shower before bed. The hot water helped ease the tension, but even after lying down, it took you a while to fall asleep. And when you finally did… You woke up in the middle of the night.

A noise.

Something light, a barely perceptible sound.

You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting to the darkness of the room. The light from the streetlamp outside came through the thin curtain, casting shadows on the walls. You didn't move right away, just listened. Footsteps. Silent, careful. Your heart beat faster.

The door was slightly open. You sat up slowly, trying to see better in the dark. Then, you noticed a figure in the hallway.

Vincent.

He was standing there, almost hidden in the shadows. He didn't come in, didn't try to get closer—he was just watching.

You felt a shiver run down your spine.

"Vincent?" you called, your voice low and a little hoarse from sleep.

He didn't answer, as expected. But when he heard his name, he tilted his head slightly, as if he was studying your reaction.

"What are you doing?"

Silence.

You swallowed hard.

If it had been anyone else, it would have scared you. But for some reason, Vincent didn't seem like a threat.

Still, it was strange.

"Can't sleep?"

Nothing.

You sighed, rubbing your face.

"I'm having a hard time too," you confessed, your voice softer now.

Vincent stood there for a few more seconds. Then, slowly, he backed away.

You listened to his footsteps moving away down the hallway until silence filled everything again.

You lay down again, but sleep took a while to return.

That city, that house… something inside you told you that the longer you stayed there, the harder it would be to leave.

.

You woke up early, your body feeling heavy from the restless night. The room was lit by the pale morning light, and for a moment, you almost forgot where you were.

But then you remembered Vincent's silhouette standing in the doorway the night before.

You sat up slowly, running your hand through your messy hair. You tried to rationalize it—maybe he was just curious, maybe it was a strange habit of his. After all, he didn't seem aggressive.

Sighing, you got up and changed your clothes, putting on jeans and a comfortable shirt. When you opened the door and left, the smell of coffee took over your senses.

Going downstairs, you found Bo in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, drinking coffee from an old mug. 

He looked up when he saw you.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he said, with that casual smile that you still didn’t know if you found charming or annoying.

You faked a smile as you poured yourself some coffee.

“I didn’t get much sleep,” you said, bringing the cup to your lips.

Bo chuckled.

“The house creaks at night. It can be a little weird for those who aren’t used to it.”

You didn’t answer.

As you sipped your coffee, your eyes wandered around the kitchen. It was an old house, but well-kept. And unlike the rest of Ambrose, it didn’t look abandoned.

“Vincent left early,” Bo commented casually.

You frowned.

“Where?”

“He always has things to do. He keeps the museum in order, you know.”

You nodded slowly.

“What about the phone? Can I try calling someone today?”

He smiled, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Sure. I’ll show you around later. But first… Why don’t you take a walk around Ambrose? I'm sure you haven't seen everything yet.”

You didn't like his answer. Something inside you told you he was stringing you along.

But for now, you decided not to confront him.

"Okay. I'll go for a walk."

Bo took a satisfied sip of his coffee.

"Enjoy."

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You walked through the empty streets, feeling the cold wind against your skin. Everything seemed so... still. As if time had frozen in that city. You passed the wax museum again, looking at the entrance. You thought about going in, but something made you hesitate.

So, you kept walking.

You passed an abandoned convenience store, its shelves covered in dust. Then, an old movie theater, with faded posters of movies that had come out years ago. Each place seemed more like a piece of scenery than a real city.

But what bothered you the most was the total absence of sound. No birds, no insects, nothing... Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a distant bark.

You frowned and followed the sound, until you saw a dog with light fur with black spots and smart eyes running towards you, her tail wagging excitedly.

"Hi, girl!" You bent down when the animal stopped in front of you, sniffing your hands before licking your fingers.

You laughed, running your hand through the dog's soft fur.

"Who are you, huh? Are you lost?"

"Nah, she doesn't get lost easily. Jonesy knows exactly where she's going."

The voice came from behind you, and you turned quickly, seeing a man approaching. He wore a dirty cap, worn boots, and grease-stained overalls. His face had a wide, friendly smile, and he carried himself in a relaxed posture, as if he didn't have a care in the world.

"Lester Sinclair," he introduced himself, stopping a few steps away from you.

"Y/N," you replied, still scratching Jonesy behind the ears, who snuggled closer.

"You're new around here," Lester commented, his eyes assessing you up and down. Not in a threatening way, but clearly curious.

"My GPS broke," you said, without going into too much detail. "Bo's trying to help me."

Lester chuckled softly.

"Oh, really?" So you're stuck here, huh?

You frowned.

"Stuck isn't the right word. Just... waiting." 

"I know." He kicked a pebble on the road, still smiling. "Are you enjoying Ambrose?" 

You hesitated.

"It's... different."

 Lester laughed again.

"That's a polite way of saying you're finding everything strange, right?" 

You couldn't help but smile.

"A little."

Lester seemed pleased.

"Well, if you need anything, find me on the road. I transport some animals, take some things here and there... But I always stop by here." 

You looked at Jonesy, who was now rolling in the dust, happy as can be.

"Is Jonesy yours?" 

"Yes, she is. She usually doesn't like new people. But she took to you pretty quickly." 

You smiled, petting the dog.

"I liked her too."

Lester watched you for a moment, then took a step back.

“Well, I don’t want to interrupt your walk. But be careful out there, okay?” 

You raised an eyebrow.

“Be careful with what?” 

His smile remained, but his eyes had a different shine now.

“Just… be careful.”

Before you could ask anything else, he whistled at Jonesy and started walking away. 

The little dog hesitated for a second before running after him, but before they disappeared, she looked at you one last time, as if she didn’t want to leave.

You stood there, watching the two of them disappear down the road. Something in Lester’s tone made you uneasy. He knew something.

And, apparently, he thought you should know it too.

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After meeting Lester and Jonesy, you slowly walked back to downtown Ambrose. The streets were empty, as if the entire city was in a constant pause. Still absorbing Lester's enigmatic words, you passed by the wax museum again. The door was slightly open.

You hesitated. Part of you wanted to leave, go back to your room, avoid any strangeness for today. But the other part... the more curious part, the artist, wanted to see more. You pushed the door open carefully. The interior was lit only by the light that came in through the tall windows. The wax figures were still, impeccable. You took a few steps, observing the details. Every line on the sculptures' faces, the false glow of the glass eyes... It was all an almost obsessive perfectionism.

And then you saw him.

Vincent was in a corner of the room, sitting in front of a workbench. He wore his mask, as always, and seemed completely absorbed as he molded something in silence.

You approached calmly, not wanting to scare him.

“Are you the one who does all this?” you asked softly, looking at the sculptures around you.

Vincent didn’t look at you right away, but he stopped what he was doing. After a few seconds, he reached to the side and picked up a notebook. You frowned slightly as he wrote something in slow, careful handwriting.

He turned the notebook towards you.

“Yes. I take care of the museum. The sculptures. The city.”

You read it, and your eyes returned to him.

“Alone?”

Vincent hesitated before writing again.

“Bo helps… but he doesn’t understand.”

You felt something tighten inside your chest. This was more than just a conversation. You could see how much Vincent expressed himself through art.

“Can I see what you’re doing?” you asked, leaning in a little.

He turned the bench slightly. It was an unfinished sculpture… of a face.

Your eyes widened.

— Is that me?

He nodded, very slowly.

— But… why are you sculpting me?

This time, Vincent didn’t write. He just looked at you from behind his mask, his head slightly tilted. You held his gaze, and as strange as the situation was, you felt that there was something pure in the way he observed you. As if you were a living painting, a figure he wanted to understand… not destroy.

Vincent then picked up the notebook again, hesitated… and wrote:

“You see what others don’t see.”

You read it and remained silent for a few seconds. Then you smiled, tenderly.

— And you speak through your hands.

He lowered his head for a moment, as if he were… embarrassed?

You couldn’t resist and sat down on a nearby stool. You looked around, admiring the sculptures, then turned your eyes to your sculpture — your face delicately sculpted in the beginning of the still-hot wax.

— It’s strange… but beautiful.

Vincent looked up at you, and for a moment, the silence between you didn't feel uncomfortable. It felt intimate. And in that moment, you forgot that you were trapped in a ghost town, with a strange past and an enigmatic man lurking in the shadows. 

There was only you... and Vincent. Two artists in different worlds, connected by a silence full of meaning.

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Chapter 4 here!

[invinciblerodent]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Because if the day doesn't really matter, then the week shouldn't either, right? 🙈

I just saw that the lovely @thedissonantverses tagged me for WIP Wednesday and Self-Promotion Saturday last week (which I totally missed until I checked my mentions lol, that's completely on me), and even though I haven't really posted any fic in a very long time, I though it'd be fun to share a snippet of something I've been scribbling lately!

This (slightly long) bit is from kind of a background-ish story for my main Rook, Verbena, about how Varric recruited her:

Varric took measured, steady steps as he made his way over to the bar. He noted that even though the human behind it -a gangly man with pockmarked skin, rumpled clothes, and fine strands of smoke-blonde, once-grey hair combed across a brow ever-inching towards the back of his head- had his face turned pointedly away from the "intruder", he turned just ever so slightly too quick at the sound of the dwarf clearing his throat.

"Hello there, friend," Varric began, and pulled himself up on one of the stools- and as the sticky surface of the bartop clung to his fingertips, he knew he was exactly where he needed to be. "I was told that this is the place to come, if I want to find someone."

"You were told wrong," the barkeep grunted, the initial wariness of his eyes hardening immediately, like a door slamming shut. "This ain't a Templars' den. They'll find yer man, ask them."

"I'm hoping they won't. And, as a matter of fact, I'm looking for a woman."

The barkeep loosed an ugly, barking laugh that died down in a smoker's cough. "Then try down the street, pal- Madam Valentina is a damn sight prettier than these fucks," he gestured around with a dirty dishcloth, sprinkling what Varric hoped was water in a wide arc, "and her girls'll pop yer cork better too."

"A specific woman," Varric tried again, shaking his head, "sub umbra draconis."

The laugh at his own joke and the shocked cough that followed sputtered out of the barkeep all at once, and a few patrons' eyes turned to him as Varric lamely pat the man's shoulder in feeble hope of helping him regain his breath.

"Who in the Void told you that?"

Oh, Varric noted, that familiar Marcher accent drained from the man's hiss faster than water on parched earth- even the haziness draped over his eyes seemed to clear in an instant.

Maybe it was a mistake to invoke that callphrase so quickly, but he couldn't risk walking away empty-handed- not when so much rode on the success of this endeavor. So Varric pushed.

"I'm a friend of the peacock, but the rooster is the one who sent me. I'm hoping to come up snake-eyes."

He was laying it on thicker than he needed to, he knew, but with each word, more tension seemed to roll off the barkeep's shoulders until he stood up straight, brushed his hands over his rumpled apron, and looked at the dwarf down the barrel of his nose, brows furrowed.

"Alright, you don't got to regale me with the whole bloody census," he whispered, and pulled a bottle off the shelf at random, pouring a drink and sliding it across the filthy bar as if Varric had just ordered a shot of -he smelled it- whiskey, perhaps. "Andraste's sopping cunt, I told her not to send me her bloody marks." He jutted his chin out in belated greeting. "So, what can I do you for?"

Varric raised the glass to his closed lips, and mimed taking a sip. "Does the name 'Mercar' say anything to you?"

I'm not sure who'd like to be tagged, absolutely no pressure to anyone of course, but I'd love to toss it back to @thedissonantverses, and maybe @antiqua-lugar, @lindira, and... is it cheating if I copy a taglist??? I'll copy the taglist I was in. 😛 @mythals-whore @cute-ellyna @pinayelf @thatgaymerguyb @ryoskuna @covertleathers @serensama @turnbaseddave @sugar-peanut-cat @beachhotdog @jenn2d2 @bg3daydream @davrinsleftpectoral @himbopunk @lottiesnotebook

(also yo @starfightrpilot babe give me that whore lore)

And, now that I'm at it, maybe a little progress shot of my doll I'm making of Verbena to go with my little Davrin????

I'm just starting the wig piece, and I'm not yet sure how I'll do it, but I was very excited to stumble upon yarn that matched the Shadow Dragon PJs so nicely, so I just finished her body yesterday. 😊

[janovavalen]

living dead girl .°୭̥ ❁ ˎˊ˗ aegon targaryen x fem!reader

summary: the life of y/n was changed forever all because they thought it was funny

warnings: blood, knives, stabbing, gore, demonic tendencies, killings, horror story, jennifer’s body and tamara themed.

this is a part story of the continuation of what i want to write, it was meant to be written when it was halloween but i literally had work on halloween..and school😔.

‘hello?’ she wimped, her voice trembling, body shaking and cold from the room she was in. hearing something fall she turned in a hurry, screaming out as it echoed through the room she saw nothing.

her breath shaking left her body—‘is someone there?’ she asked once more—‘please just come out already…’ hearing a chuckle from behind her she turned and was met with a slightly taller figure, her eyes meeting some chest and chin before looking up to see aegon.

‘oh…aegon its you’ she smiled softly, her eyes glistening while looking at him as he smirked down at her.

‘yes, it’s me…what are you doing here all alone?’ he muttered. she looked around at the dark room once more before back at him.

‘i don’t know where i am..im just happy your here’ she admitted softly, her smile making his drop ever so slightly.

‘your happy to see me?’ he whispered. she gulped a bit, nervous beyond belief.

‘y—yes…i am’ she said once more as he seemed to frown even more.

‘i’m not…i’m not happy your the only one here..now i’m stuck with you.’ he said with a hardened voice. y/n felt her heart shattered to pieces.

‘huh? wh..what are you—‘

‘do you think i want to be stuck with you? i don’t even like you, and yet you like me..you pay attention to me and i don’t even see you’ her eyes started to well up as the tears in her eyes dropped down her cheeks.

‘s..stop please’ she started to step back as he walked to her.

‘you don’t even exist to me..you never did and you never will’ she started to grow saddened by the moment, ever harsh word he told her she felt her heart sink even more. she stumbled back onto something she never even saw and fell hard on the cold wet ground under her.

‘your pathetic, low life, stuck up, little bitch!’ he yelled while she sat on the ground and cried harder and harder.

she didn’t even know what was happening and didn’t know what to do, the fact the two were alone together and the fact she loved him very so, although for what he said with his cold gaze down on her she still knew she’d forgive him.

‘please..stop..’ she whimpered her heart beating faster and faster, just then, he started to kick her leg, over and over, yelling out in pain as he laughed, the sound of it starting to pain her head, she cried and cried, blood started to pour down from his mouth and eyes as he laughed harder at the cries.

‘stop! stop! please! just stop!’ she yelled even louder until she heard something.

jumping up she breathed heavily looking around to see she was in her softened bed with her curtains open, revealing the light from outside, sighing she whipped her hand with the back of head, the sweat from her nightmare making her whole body full with a cold sweat.

looking around once more, she looked at her lock and seen she was just in time to get ready before school.

getting up before grabbing her glasses to place them on her face, she walked to her bathroom and got ready, taking a shower to wash the sweat off of her body and out of her hair, she did her return routine, placing jeans and a tee shirt on along with tennis shoes and grabbing her finally items before walking downstairs.

‘oh, good morning darling’ her mother said, her father eating breakfast on the other side of him while he smiled at his daughter.

‘morning mom’ she said, walking to the kitchen to grab some water and a apple.

‘oh honey, you don’t want to stay and eat? i made your favorite’ her mother saddened a bit while y/n shook her head.

‘no no i’m okay, i have a big test today anyways and i don’t think miss.winston wants me to be late for it, but i’ll definitely eat that for a snack when i come back’ she smiled as she gave her mom a hug and kiss, walking to her father to do the same.

‘alright sweetie, have a good day, okay? be safe!’ her dad yelled as her mom did the same. walking out and shutting the door behind her, she locked it and went to walk her way to school. with her headphones over her ears and her hands gripping her book bag over her shoulder tight, she kept a steady pace down the sidewalk.

it was fall around this season, so the breeze outside was chilly but soothing, she loved this time of year and loved how the trees looked as their leaves fell to the ground and painted the view orange, brown and yellow.

her song in her ears is simple and beautiful to calm what she’d dreamt about just moments ago. sighing to herself she continued to walk until she got to school.

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getting into the school as y/n stuffed her bag into the small locker, she held her books tightly against her chest trying not to drop all of her books for every class.

just as she placed it onto its hook, she felt a pain in her back before being pushed into her locker. her books falling to the ground as she groaned a bit.

hearing the same laughs she heard every time this happened she didn’t bother to turn around and face the girls that’d been tormenting her since freshman year of highschool.

‘look at here bending down to pick up all her shit like always, poor girl hasn’t even been touched’ the girl—casey muttered he last part to her friends as they laughed and snickered at y/n who hid behind her hair, it falling to protect her face perfectly away from them.

getting up and not paying them any attention, they pushed her back once more as she ignored them, knowing if she paid any attention they’d do much worse.

getting to her class with her books bending and moving out of her arms, she sat down in her usual seating and ignored the rest of the lads getting in.

the teacher spoke as she listened closely. opening her notebook to do what was told on the board for studying, she pushed her glasses up with her finger and moved some hair behind her ear, just then the door to the classroom shut, gaining her attention.

as if the room gained a new light, y/n adjusted in her seat. there he was, aegon targaryen. his hair a crispy blond with his roots growing its natural color once more, his brows thick and frowned like all the time. his clothes today fit him perfectly, amazing.

she felt herself smile a bit but was quick to hide it, having her head go back to her paper but occasionally looking up and over at him with her eyes. she knew enough about him to grow a life long crush on him.

she knew his sister and brother, helaena and aemond, aemond being slightly younger but ten times taller, his sister being the sweetheart of the whole school. she had a small amount of fan followers who had a crush on her for her light spirit and eyes.

y/n and her had been pretty close for a while now but not enough to walk around in the hallways and talk about boy problems together. they’d have occasional sleepovers or even hung out whenever she was free.

‘psst…hey’ she heard, looking over slowly to see aegon smiling at her, she smiled sweetly back.

‘yeah?’ she mumbled, trying not to get the teachers attention.

‘sorry to bug, i was hoping you had a pen i could use? or even a pencil? i don’t bring a lot of stuff to school’ he smiled awkwardly as she laughed a bit quietly.

nodding as she reached for her bag and grabbed out a pen and pencil, she reached over and handed it to him, he smiled sweetly and whispered—‘thank you so much, really saved me today’

turning sound once more, she felt her heart warming and beating so fast, her hands had grown sweaty and shaky at the same time, her face grew warm as she looked to the paper on her desk, placing her fingers to graze across her lips she smiled sweetly.

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at the end of class y/n turned in her test on the desk as she held her books in a struggle once more. giving the teacher a small smile who gave one back. walking out and into the hallway she walked to the library, opposite of the lunch room.

she always had her own lunch anyway, and had nobody to even sit or talk to, so she found it pointless to go into the lunch room. the loud chattering and conversations around her, an occasional fight happening between two couples, one cheater and another who already knew but was fed up.

getting to the library, she heard the librarian speak—‘aw, hello y/n, lunch in here again?’ she asked sweetly.

‘yes ma’am..i hope it’s okay?’ y/n mumbled.

‘oh, don’t be ridiculous, you can stay for as long as you’d like, i’m happy you find this place soothing as much as i do. i used to be like you at your age. always here and always quiet’ she smile as y/n did back.

walking to her usual table she laid out all her books and walked around for a book to read for lunch, she also had a free period next so she had no urgent need to leave for class.

finding one that looked good and reading some of the back, she decided it would do, walking to her table and beginning to eat her lunch and read.

this was what she didn’t mind about school, she didn’t mind being alone. she had her mom and dad to give her company. although; she did wonder what it would be like to have a best friend like in the movies…or a boyfriend.

a boyfriend like aegon. she’d heard around school he was with someone but they were exclusive nor a ‘real thing’ they had occasional sex or hung out. y/n wished sometimes it was her. but knowing she’s a person of her stature, he’d never go for her.

he was loud, party hard, exotic and sexy. she was everything opposite. quiet, introverted, closed off and not to the appeal of everyone. trying to forget it all, she moved some of her hair out of her face, eating her lunch and reading.

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walking out after the second bell of the class some had but she didn’t, walking through the hallways quietly she was shoved in the locker, her shoulder shooting with pain while her books stayed still in her hand.

groaning out in pain she heard laughes and snickers but the same people once more .

‘can’t catch a break huh?’ they laughed as she shook a bit, trying not to move as if she could become invisible.

‘huh? what was that? speak up bitch!’ one of them yelled before shoving her head into the locker so hard she felt like it was bleeding—‘ah!’ she yelled as they laughed, looking at one another.

veronica stepped closer and up to y/n as she trembled, how much longer, how much longer, how much longer. she repeated over and over in her head. why her, why her, why her?

‘speak the fuck up, we asked you a question, now answer!’

‘i didn’t say anything…’ she whispered.

‘huh? what’s that?’ she grinned at her friends who laughed hard.

‘i didn’t say anything!’ y/n yelled this time, catching their attention—‘ouu, little bitch speaks now?’ veronica said to her friends who shrugged.

‘please just let me go…’ y/n begged, veronica snickered and cringed at the fact y/n wasn’t giving in completely to her, shoving y/n once more before she scurried away.

‘hm..i heard she likes someone, someone special to you’ her friend mumbled. veronica turned and and looked at her friend—‘who?’ she mumbled.

‘aegon..word has it she blushes and everything’ grinning at veronica who seemed to get mad, she scoffed—‘i have a fun idea’

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at home y/n ignored her mom who called to her helplessly, running up the steps and throwing her bags onto the ground before getting to her shower, she stripped from her clothes and got into it. the water was cold but soothing to her.

getting in she let the water fall over her body and back, her shoulder that had seemed to form a bruise from before was hot but gained regular body temperature and the sore of it lightening.

shuddering slightly she let her hair wet and falling straight.

‘y/n? honey you alright?’ her mom worryingly asked through the white painted door. y/n turned but didn’t attempt to get out to open the door.

‘yeah mom..i’m just ready for bed..i’ll eat what you made tomorrow’ she spoke back, her mom nodded to herself before letting her hand that was set on the door as if she could feel y/n, she walked away from her door and shut the room door as well.

y/n stepped out the shower and let her wet body dry with the towel she had, and dried out her hair, looking at herself in the window she cringed before hearing her oh one ring in her room.

walking over to it and picking it up, she mumbled—‘hello?’

‘h—hey, is this y/n?’

jacaerys? she felt her eyes widen.

‘yeah, yes it is. why are you calling me so late?’ she asked while holding her towel tight against her body.

‘i was just wondering if you wanted to come to this party at veronica’s?’ he asked, veronica looking at him with a snicker and he friends laughing as well.

‘a party?’ she mumbled, why would he ask her this? since when did veronica even want her there.

‘yeah..she doesn’t know but aegon wanted you to come, said he wanted to tell you something.’ veronica covered her mouth with her hand to cover her laugh as y/n stammered over her voice.

he wanted to talk to her? he wanted to talk to wanted..he wanted her? she smiled deeply while her face blushed, biting her bottom lip as she smiled—‘u—uh yeah, when was it?’

‘right now, i hope you can come? did you need a ride or—‘

‘no! i’m fine i’ll walk, uhm, is there anywhere he wanted me to be?’ she asked, jacaerys felt all wrong about this, something was up but he couldn’t stop, veronica knew about everyone and she damn well knew about him.

‘the bedroom upstairs with the lights around it..see you soon’ he told her before y/n hung up.

she smiled and squealed to herself before running to her closet. getting whatever good thing she could find, she dressed and soon went to the bathroom.

she had makeup but very little, mascara, lipgloss and eyeshadow was all she had from her mom. putting the lipgloss on and smiling at herself she walked out her room and down the stairs quietly.

her mom and dad were most likely sleeping already so she didn’t want them to know she was leaving.

walking out into the dark and walking down the steps that lead to the sidewalk she grew so nervous all over but tried to see it through became, aegon wanted to talk to her.

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[maitimosrighthand]

When you beat them in a fight

( Silmarillion / Tolkien )

House of Féanor

Same goes as Always:

- Question at the end

- I still hold 0 respect for the English language and will not respect criticism for my mistakes

- feel free to share Tolkien memes over the ask me something tag

1.Maedhros (Maitimo/Nelyafinwë)🔥

Lost his hand:

Tends to be unbeatable

When you do in fact beat him in a swordfight he is fairly impressed by your skill

Will train with you more often afterwards

If you get closer to him you will have to deal with his insecurities about losing to you

Thinks he is no longer strong enough to protect

~

When his sword slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground, it left a weighty echo hanging in the air, resonating with an unsettling finality. Perhaps it was the sound of his surprise, or maybe it was the silence offering respect for the gravity of the moment. Mae stood frozen, not daring to move, barely daring to breathe, clinging to the hope that the sound—and everything that had led up to it—was just a cruel figment of his imagination.

If this was truly defeat, then it wasn’t just his life that was forfeit; it meant he had failed to protect his brothers. Had he lost his mind? His focus had wavered in the heat of battle, a fatal mistake. But why? Why had he let himself be so distracted?

It was your face that had entered his thoughts, the image of your laughter, haunting and joyful, almost mocking him in its relief. You had beaten him, and he knew it. But why did it feel like you were the one finding peace, as if you were content to die now that you had proven yourself? Mae, too, felt pride swell up within him—pride in your strength, your courage. And yet, something in his chest tightened painfully. It wasn’t his pride you had struck down; it was his conscience.

His thoughts churned faster than he could silence them, old fears and buried memories rushing back with the force of a storm. Dark dreams he thought he had long forgotten—nightmares where he had failed to save everyone—surged through his mind like the rain now pouring from the heavens. Each drop seemed to mock him, a reminder of past mistakes, of lives lost.

But just as quickly as those thoughts had taken him, they shattered when you threw yourself at him, laughing with that same maddening joy. You pressed your lips to his in a kiss, a soft, fleeting gesture that somehow grounded him.

“Sorry,” you whispered, breaking the tension with a single word.

In that moment, reality came crashing back. It wasn’t time yet. The fight was not over. No one had fallen. His brothers were safe. You were fine. He was fine. Everyone was still here—alive. And the storm that had brewed in his mind began to calm, leaving behind only the sound of rain and the steady rhythm of his breath.

2. Maglor (Kanafinwë/Makalaurë) 🪈

Despite sword fighting not being his strongest attribute he put up quite a fight

He was trying to train you at least a bit so you could protect yourself

Thought you looked extremely hot when you fought with a sword

This guy is down bad

~

Unsure of whether he was the perfect candidate for teaching you swordsmanship yet he decided to give it his best. It has truly been a bit difficult for him to even get a tight grip on it but with a little help from his brothers he was back to his old skills.

The next day he finally decided to show off to you since you asked him to teach you.

Yet imagine his surprise when you beat him. Wasn’t it your first battle? No you were moving to skilled for that.

„Who taught you?“

„Your brothers did…“

To his disappointment he failed to look cool that day. Only later did you realize how much it had meant to him that he lost. His songs flew through the air yet instead of their normal rhythm they swayed around the trees in an absent minded manner. The knocks against his doorframe where left unanswered. He sat on the floor papers splayed around his figure like a halo.

„Is mister going to keep pouting?“

„Perhaps…“

„You know I might be better than you in swordsmanship…“

A dark stare came from the man.

„Buuut. Despite that totally not being the case. You are the only one who can teach me about music.“

He should still feel annoyed over your antics. Yet he couldn’t help himself when you asked him so nicely to teach something only he could do so well.

3. Celegom (Turcafinwë/Tyelcormo)🏹

Doesn’t usually teach anyone anything

Will insist you have to beat him first so that you can join his hunting trips

Yes Huan thought you two where actually fighting and attacked you

Did Celegom find that funny? Yeah

Did he scold him? Also yeah

~

Most days like these were quiet. Nobody dared to make a sound. The rain was slowly pouring down faster yet within the distance two people could be heard fighting.

A doting elf trying to assure his friend that no, he was in fact not strong enough to join him. And just maybe he was right about that.

It soon turned into a battle when you tried to prove him wrong, once again.

Yet the slippery ground was working against you. This may have caused him to underestimate you. To his demise it was his sword that left the wielders hands first.

„You still think I cannot?“

„I…worry.“

„I know.“

It was you who came to hug him weithin the rain. He felt bad for multiple reasons. You beating him and him feeling like the was disappointing you. He wasn’t, you hoped he knew.

He made sure to make up for the mean jokes by spoiling you. Perhaps he also tried to change your mind one last time. Even when you two were laying in the bed together he still couldn’t stop the worry.

„I‘ll have you.“ is what you said before you fell asleep. The elf could only watch and wonder what he had to do to make you change your mind.

„Let’s go hunting together next time.“

„Sure, you have me after all.“

4. Caranthir (Morifinwë/Carnistir) 🌰

The only reason you two would be fighting is if you have to violently show him that he is wrong

He gets angry way too fast when you don’t agree with him

Would be baffled if you managed to beat him

Would accuse you of cheating

Him silently hating you after

But he just really want to tell you he is sry

~

Angry words flew through the air. A slight problem with the children of Finarfin caused another explosion within the elf. Yes he was stopped by his brothers but that only added to his anger and shame. In moments like these you would usually step in and try to calm him, which not always works.

This time you weren’t even home. A long day had passed and you were ready to have a nice evening with you angry little elf. Yet none of that was supposed to happen today.

The first clue was Amrod and Amras awaiting you at the gate. All the joy of coming home faded as quick as it came when they brought the news. It had been half an hour since the argument. And now you had to babysit him.

„Can you be quiet?“ Is what the elf heard after nearly cutting down a tree while letting out his anger by swinging his sword even faster.

The elf swung around letting his hair dramatically swing around to face you. „You have no say in this.“ „Taking the power trip now?“ You where still in your dress yet you knew if he chose this way to calm himself then talking was useless.

„Lay that down.“

„I won’t. So take it from me, or can you not do that?“

He were no master in swordsmanship.

He knew and you knew.

Yet clouded by anger he refused to acknowledge that and you hurt each other a lot in this fight. In the end he swung down too hard cutting slightly at your arm( nothing too serious). A moment of silence before you kicked him back and threw your sword next to him. A few insults flew…

Silence.

Disappointed you walked to your chamber, not feeling like wanting to sleep with him tonight. It was in the middle of the night when you heard your door open.

„What?“

Silence.

He will never acknowledge that you beat him. He was too proud but maybe just maybe him sitting next to you the entire night showed that he had indeed some sort of understanding what your silence meant.

„I apologize.“

You snorted yet you still took him into your arms. He needed you. He knew.

This time the silence didn’t feel like hurting anymore.

5. Curufin (Curufinwë/Atarinkë) ⏳

The first time you fought was about you being „too small“ to ride a horse

Another was when he stole your chocolate that was planned for Feanor as a peace sign ( after dating his fav son )

He would always snatch things from you and you had enough especially when you find your things in trees

So you asked Mae to teach you swordsmanship to humble him

~

It had been way too many days since Mae started training you. You were getting impatient so when Curufin was once again mocking you, you‘ve had enough.

„I assure you I can beat you.“

He had only laughed. It sometimes hurt. You knew his pride and even more so his ego. Yet he meant a lot to you and you were not about to let him go to waste.

„Trying to impress me?“ He was swift you admitted that. But the nice thing about being thought by Mae is that he too wanted to give his brother a good and family friendly beating sometimes. Hence of why he showed you all the good tricks.

Curufin noticed he that you where hitting all his weaknesses.

It was his sword that fell first.

„How? Who taught you?“

You had him at your neck for the rest of the day. Asking questions, even going as far as to ask his own father.

„So who was it?“

He asked. After he let you to ride his horse and gave you so many treats. You felt like royalty.

„Mae.“ „I knew it.“ He was about to stand up and give him a piece of his mind it’s just that he then thought…I could teach them better. And so there you were.

„I don’t want to learn this.“

„Dont worry soon I make sure you are too called swift.“

„This is all your fault Mae.“

6. Amrod (Pityafinwë/Ambarussa)🍎

He taught you how to fight bc he wanted you to beat his brother

Wanted to originally teach you archery but he hated the thought of you beating him in it

Was super upset when you you beat him

Trained day and night after

~

It was strange to see Amrod lose in a fight. He rarely lost to his brother. So it was a surprise to him to. He couldn’t get it off his mind.

You beating him had him worried for days. Was he getting weak or maybe just tired. He has been doing a lot of paperwork of late. Getting older was terrifying. But he never forgot his training.

You saw him on the training ground more often after that. Occasionally alone and sometimes with one of his brothers. Weird, you thought.

You watched him as he trained in the rain and often game into the room way too late.

„Where are you going?“

„Just hanging out.“

After a bit of scolding he was initially trapped inside his room by you. As you made sure to take care of his aching muscles.

7. Amras (Telufinwë/Ambarto) 🍏

He is sure his twin brother taught you that

He had argued with him over it

Was actually a bit upset but still super proud

~

He was surprised of you beating him in the sword fight. He doted on you when you where around. And when you where not he was telling his brother that this was an awful move by him.

Maybe he was not really that happy but that changed really fast. He would show you his swords and teach you more than just fighting with a sword.

He would tell literally anyone who would listen how strong you are and that he loves you.

That second part was new but you just ignored it for now.

„Let’s go hunting together next time. I want to show you how to actually fight animals too.“

„After you ate your vegetables young man!“

[anony-man]

(To the anon who requested IDW Trailbreaker and liquid inflation, I apologize—I missed the IDW part and wrote this as G1 instead. You can expect your request to be fulfilled and posted tomorrow… and tomorrow, it will be IDW as requested.)

Direct sequel to this drabble.

Chubformers drabble #137!

Characters: Trailbreaker (& Hound & Mirage - G1)

Word count: 1k

No amount of reassurances was enough to convince Trailbreaker that he was not, in fact, imposing on whatever Hound and Mirage had planned. Likewise, not a single attempt the gloomy bot swayed Hound one way or another. His presence was wanted, so long as he was willing to tag along.

When the two turned the corner and headed inside Mirage’s quarters, they found their third companion had already gotten to work. The assumption that Hound would have so easily convinced him to join in on the fun left Trailbreaker’s cheeks feeling hot and his tanks clenching in shame, but a hearty slap to his backplates and a warm nod of greeting from Mirage quickly chased the embarrassment away.

“Decided to join the fun after all, I see,” Mirage said as he poured another jug of expensive energon into his personal fuel dispenser. “Dare I ask what convinced you?”

“What can I say?” Trailbreaker chuckled in return, struggling to keep the smile on his face steady. They hadn’t even gotten to the fun part, yet here he was getting hot under his plating. “Hound talks a big game.”

“Just telling it like it is,” the old scout said with another clap to Trailbreaker’s back. “Go on, then. Have a seat and make yourself comfortable.”

Trailbreaker did as he was told, and happily so. The moodiness that hung like a cloud over his processor still lingered, but with two of his favorite mechs in the world ordering him around, he couldn’t resist getting into the mood, too. As he got cozy in the middle of Mirage’s big berth and waited for Hound to join him, however, things changed.

Hound wasn’t joining him, it seemed. In fact, it was quite the opposite, and Trailbreaker wasn’t sure whether he should feel ashamed or aroused at the fact that both Mirage and the old scout were now getting busy with untangling the tubes and hooking the fuel dispenser for a great big feeding session.

“Hey,” he said, patting the empty side of the berth with one servo while he tilted his helm to the side in confusion. “You aren’t bailing on me, are ya?”

His spark raced a little faster as the two bots stopped fiddling with the machine long enough to share a smile, leaving Trailbreaker’s question hanging in the air.

“Come on now, Hound,” he pressed, his voice lifting to a whine as he squirmed against the berthsheets. “Tell me I ain’t gonna be the only one guzzling the good stuff here.”

That got him a chuckle out of Hound, and even Mirage stopped filling the machine long enough to snicker behind a servo.

“Oh, don’t you worry, pal,” Hound said, “we planned for this night plenty.”

Ah… so he had been tricked, and in the best sort of way. Trailbreaker would have teased them for it if it weren’t for the ever-worsening race of his spark and that awful, awful anticipation that warmed his frame.

Slagging Mirage… slagging Hound, too. They simply knew him far too well.

It was impossible to stew in his self-destructive tendencies when the two bots were so intent on dragging him out of it with an indulgent night, that was for sure. The trademark guilt that had settled into his processor for the day was all but swept aside in exchange for eager anticipation and anxiously awaiting those servos on his frame and that energon in his belly. Struggling with an appetite as big as his was never a problem he would be able to solve without the crippling weight of shame that came with it, but he sure as slag didn’t mind giving it a shot—especially when those two were involved.

Hound crawled up onto the berth on one side while Mirage dragged the machine over on the other side, leaving Trailbreaker to shiver between them. His panel was popped the moment he saw Mirage lifting a second tube from the machine, and to his right, Hound reached down to prep him with a chuckle that sent another full-framed shudder through the eager and hungry mech.

“Someone’s impatient,” the scout chuckled, his fingers easily finding their way past the slick walls of Trailbreaker’s valve. “Let’s hope you can keep up the appetite for us tonight.”

“Oh, please,” Mirage scoffed with a smile. “This is Trailbreaker we’re dealing with… he’ll be just fine.”

Courtesy of Mirage, the first tube was slotted between his teeth and secured in place quickly. Trailbreaker didn’t have to wait long before the familiar flow of rich, indulgent fuel was pumped down his throat and filling up his tanks. The second tube came soon after, leaving him strapped, pumped, and squirming with pleasure.

There was no better place to be on a night like this, and Trailbreaker was sure of it. Nothing hit the spot like meeting his max and continuing on, feeling his mesh strain and hearing his plating creak with every glup of the energon dispenser beside them. While Mirage secured the tubes and monitored the steady swell of his sloshing belly, Hound sat by his side and soothed the tension of rapidly filling tanks with gentle servo rubs and cooed words of praise.

“Getting full already?” Hound teased with a pinch of Trailbreaker’s bloated belly. “Must’ve been the appetizers… think ya got room in there yet?”

“Plenty of it,” Mirage cut in. “He’ll be feeling it tonight, but at this rate, it’s no more than a little over his max fuel capacity—prime numbers for a hungry mech. Isn’t that so, Trailbreaker?”

With his mouth full of tubing and his throat bulging around each gulp of energon, Trailbreaker could only squirm in response. It felt so good, so so good to finally put an end to the guilt plaguing his processor all morning, and with both Mirage and Hound, no less. The weathered scout continued rubbing his belly calm, and while Mirage struggled to contain his satisfaction, it still shown through between hums of approval and his poorly hidden smile.

No bot liked being a hindrance to the team, and Trailbreaker was a prime example of it. Even so, with company like this… he supposed his big appetite sometimes came in handy after all.

[littlemissthunderstorms]

gorgeous

alex turner x fem reader

i don’t really know how to summarize it, so just read and find out!! it’ll be a fun little surprise! (also i quoted a line from better than the movies in here, i just finished that book and i LOVED it so dearly)

i couldn’t choose just one song 😣

late afternoon was dull. rain poured outside and the sky was grey, adding to the melancholy of the day. as you sit on the couch next to your best friend alex, you couldn’t help but stare at the rain pattering against the window, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts. you had just recently broken up with your boyfriend, you realized he wasn’t the one and it made you sad. it was easy to let your thoughts spiral, you wondered if you’d ever find your person, if anyone would ever love you that much. could you be loved? you didn’t want to be lonely forever and then become an old lady living alone with her fifty cats in an old apartment. would you die alone? oh my god and then who would even take care of the cats? would anyone even know you died? what if- “ahem.” you jumped slightly, raising your eyebrows at alex who was looking at you with a funny expression, accompanied by a head tilt.

“soo movie or no?” alex chuckled. “you ruined my train of thought.” you smiled as you kicked him playfully. alex had always been your best friend, you had always been there for eachother and this was no different. he’d been hanging out at your house practically the second your boyfriend had moved out and you didn’t mind at all. alex laughed softly, brown eyes not leaving yours. as you gazed at the boy, your smile faded into a frown, your earlier thoughts returning to haunt you. alex noticed this, furrowing his brows. “you alright?” you hadn’t really allowed yourself to overthink too much since your boyfriend left, and now that you had really thought about being alone, it destroyed you. anxiety plagued you, filling you only with distress and thoughts of loneliness.

“i dunno.” you shifted your gaze to your lap, fiddling with your rings. “you wanna talk about it?” alex shuffled closer to you on the couch. you shrugged, eyes still fixated on your lap, averting his gaze. “is it about him?” you noticed how close alex was, causing your heart to race a little faster. “um- no.” you paused. “well, yes, related. i mean, it’s not exactly about him, like the fact that i miss him or anything. which i dont. not really. that seems kinda mean, but it’s true.”

you looked up at alex nervously to find him looking back at you, silently urging you to continue talking. “its just- i’m nervous i’ll never find anyone. sounds fucking stupid now that i’m saying it aloud but um..” you gulped nervously. alex eyes were soft and caring and the effect he had on you right now was concerning. nevertheless, you continued.“i’m scared to be alone forever, i just want to love someone and be loved. and i’m so scared thats not going to happen and i’m scared nobody will ever find me pretty enough to love me. i dont know.” you weren’t even thinking now, the storm of anxiety that occupied your mind now letting loose. “i’m just nervous i guess. i dunno, its silly.” you sighed “maybe i’m just overthinking.”

you kept your gaze on your lap as you finished your rant, too flustered to look at alex. he was close. really close. why was your stomach all swirly? the thunder outside filled the silence for a few moments. alex grabbed your hand, causing you to meet his eyes. “hey. don’t think like that. you’re gorgeous.” the way alex was talking to you, the way he was looking at you, soft brown eyes shimmering in the candlelight, all smiley and sweet. it was getting hard to breathe. you were so distracted by him that you forgot to respond. “thank you.” you muttered pathetically, making him chuckle softly, hand not leaving yours. the house was quiet besides the muffled sound of thunder and rain from the nasty storm outside that was getting more intense by the minute. candles and lamps emitted a soft glow throughout the room, casting faint shadows on the walls.

the way he was looking at you made your heart flutter. your eyes darted down to his lips for a split second before quickly looking back up at his eyes. shit. don’t look at his lips don’t look at his lips. the tension was so thick you were sure lightning was bound to strike between you two any second. the house was too quiet. was he getting closer? you nervously broke eye contact for a split second, your stomach fluttering as you looked back at him. he didn’t move, eyes still locked on yours. your face heated. “um- so what movie did you wanna wat-“you didn’t even finish your sentence before his lips were all over yours, nose pressed into your cheek and hand cupping your face. he kissed you like it was his job and he wanted a raise. you eagerly kissed him back, squeezing his hand tightly as you brought your other hand up to rest on his shoulder. he leaned over you, gently pressing you against the arm of the couch as he kissed the shit out of you. you brought your free hand to grab ahold of his hair, deepening the kiss which elicited a sigh out of him.

the intensity of the kiss increased as a strike of lightning illuminated the sky for a few moments, a loud boom of thunder following, rumbling the ground. you pushed your hand up his shirt, his skin warm. his tongue slid across yours. his hands were in your hair. your leg was wrapped around his waist as the kiss deepened, teeth colliding and soft sighs filling the air. another rumble of thunder shook the ground and just like that, the lights were out. you broke the kiss, the two of you gasping for air. the room was dark, almost pitch black.

and if it weren’t for the soft light of the streetlamps, the glow of the candle in the other room, or the incandescent moonlight, you might’ve not been able to see alex smiling down at you.

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hope this made you giggle and kick your feet, goodnight!

ps. this is like my third time writing anything ever so if it’s bad don’t come for me