#left me speachless

[livingcuttingboard]

me after hearing "sawdust" "buried alive" "meat" in the first 5 mins of new tmp:

[toxaspot-wf]

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[micallum]

am fine

Am finer.

[crazy-form]

skyeeee im obsessed with all your hongjoong gifs lately😭😭😭 he's so. i dont even have the words.. - em

em bestie!!! I KNOW RIGHT 😭😭 the tiny lil man is so precious!! his smile is so beautiful 🥺 ho could anyone NOT love him??

though i gotta say i'm getting bias wrecked BAD by everyone else sadjfsafhlsajkdfh i'm trying to "get to know them" better by giffing as much ateez variety as i can to see who captivates me the most because while i love joong!! i'm sure there's place for a few others in my heart too saldjfhadsjfhsjdfh

[madwomansapologist]

you make loving fun | nanami kento x mom!reader

after years of pain and grief, nanami found himself going home for a placed filled with love and care. he wasn't there at the start, but he will be there until the very end. it's a promise.

cw: papamin au. step!dad!nanami. kid!yuji. fluff fluff fluff. domesticity. found family. the happy ending they both deserve.

an: inspired by this post from @froody and my own experience as someone who had a dad who not only stteped up, but levelled up.

Five minutes before the end of his shift, Nanami put on his coat and muted his notifications.

Staring at the analog clock, Nanami noticed he never did that before. He was never one to rush away from the office. One to get ready, to make sure no one could bother him, and wait for his free time to finally begin.

For how long was he the last to go home? Don't forget to turn off the lights, Nanami would hear that every night from whoever left before him. And make sure to lock the doors. Did he ever said that to someone? No. Probably no.

Once if felt useful. To work overtime was to get stronger to defeat curses. And in a world you won't gain anything for free, extra hours can feel less like a option and more like a duty. Sometimes you can be guilty for not working. It can feel wrong to just live.

But back then Nanami would come back to a empty house, sleep in a cold bed and not say a single word until the next morning. Back then there was no one waiting for him by the door, smiling simply because he came back. Back then he wasn't waiting for anything expect silence.

"Good night, 'amin", and after only twenty minutes he was parking in front of your house, watching how Yuji had to stand on his toes to reach the handle of the main door.

You told him last week Yuji would turn down the volume of his shows and videogames whenever a car passed near your home. He said Nanami drives so carefully he can always tell when to open the door.

"Good night, Yuji." Nanami locked the car, now feeling how cold it was out there. It rained this morning, the road is still wet. He opened his coat to protect Yuji from the wind, and then noticed he was still wearing his uniform. "You haven't showered yet?"

Yuji gave him a bright smile. "Mom's doing a surprise for you."

In moments like that, Nanami can see your shadow lingering over Yuji. He really is a copy of his mom. That charming smile, a tendency to avoid the subject of discussion, and that trick of revealing something exciting so their wrongdoing can be ignored.

"And what's your mom doing, kid?" And just like with you, Nanami always fall for that obvious trap.

"It depends", he said. "Will you watch Caillou with me?"

Nanami blinked. That kid. "Of course", Nanami accepted the deal, stroking his pink hair as they entered the house.

"I dunno", Yuji walked straight towards the living room, leaving Nanami speachless.

He placed his glasses on the table, now working on the knot of his tie. The aroma evolving the entire house was a telltale of your baking, and the sounds coming from his belly reminded Nanami of how long it has been since his last meal.

Deep into your own inner thoughts, you didn't noticed his presence. Nanami made sure to keep quiet, admiring you as you made sure you followed the recipe correctly.

So beautiful. Unaware of his gaze, he knew there was no flourish in the way you moved or how you murmured a song playing inside your head. You weren't trying to charm him, you were just being you, and that was more than enough for Nanami to fall in love with you once more.

It still surprises Nanami. How easy it's to love you. To be in love with you. None of you are performing. There is no lies between you two. Not when Nanami holds your hair so you can vomit. Or when you hear all the complains he kept to himself for years. Nothing but truth when you worried about Yuji's grades, when Nanami cried loudly watching a k-drama with you on the couch, when you sneezed on his mouth.

You make life real. You make loving fun.

It doesn't feel like work.

But that doesn't mean things suddenly get perfectly fine when you both are together. Nanami noticed you're still wearing formal clothes. Your eyes seemed so small, glaring at the phone as if it was miles away instead of in the counter in front of you. You haven't taken your earring off yet.

This house is safe. You made sure to build it with love, brick by brick. To give your son everything a child deserves: to be happy, protected, cared for. And there is no way of doing that alone without working until exhaustion.

But you're not alone anymore.

You haven't noticed his presence, and still Nanami didn't felt you shivering when he hugged you from behind. You recognized him. Was it his perfume? The warmth of his hands? Or perhaps how they always find a way to hold you by the hips, feeling the soft skin with his fingers?

"Yuji's gonna be a attorney", he whispered against your ear. You melt against his chest, eyes now wide open and looking deep into his. Nanami wondered if you felt his heart racing.

You smiled. "Are you saying my son is an asshole?"

"Never, my dear", Nanami hid his face at the curve of your neck. Breathing deep, he felt you shivering. You were using the perfume he gave you. "You're tired."

You sighed. Nanami is a man of few words. Sadly he's also a man of surgically right few words. "And so are you."

He kissed your skin. "I can keep an eye on him", Nanami murmured. "And another on the oven. You don't need to worry."

"Are you sure?" Tempted to accept, you also didn't want Nanami to feel like you were part of his daily duties. You rather give than take from him.

Nanami squeezed your hips, slowly allowing you to go away from him. He needed you to go, but he also needed you to stay. "This house won't burn down just because you stopped working."

"Oh, but it will. I assure you", you laughed it off.

Nanami knew it wasn't just a joke. He could almost taste that bitterness that follows truth. "It won't. I won't allow it."

When he heard you closing the bathroom door—never locking because a part of you was always ready to run if Yuji needs help—, Nanami sat down on the couch. Yuji held the control, so big on his tiny hands, and put on the show he always watches when Nanami is there with him.

This time Caillou was eating some sort of chocolate dessert. Yuji moved his mouth, quietly saying the lines from every character. "Isn't it your favorite series ever?", Yuji asked, laughing as Caillou tried to eat the dessert. "Everything he eats looks so good!"

"I never watched something so great", Nanami gazed at him. It was the forth time Nanami watched this episode. "I like that one when he plants carrots. You should try eating those."

Yuji made a face. "I prefer chocolate pudding."

Nanami looked at the television. He would be free the next day. Yuji behaved well in school recently. You mentioned even thinking about buying him a new video game. "We can make it tomorrow."

Yuji turned around so quickly he almost fell from the couch. "Really?"

"Really."

Drying your face with a towel, you checked the oven. The bread you made was still growing. Good. The television had a cartoon going on, you turned it off and went after your boys.

At Yuji's bedroom, you found him deep asleep. Nanami took off his shoes and socks, covering him with a thick blanket. He was still wearing his uniform, but he looked so at peace you couldn't force yourself to care deeply about it.

You kissed his forehead, whispered sweet nothings, and went back to the living room. A few moments later, Nanami turned the lights off and closed the bedroom door.

Sitting besides you, Nanami knew.

Life was good again.

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[purpledancingpolarbear]

That reveal at the end "you're the loss of my life" left me speachless

[maxescheibechlinichacheli]

Before / After colouring 🎨

I got tagged such an embarassingly long time ago that I don't remember who it was. Anyways, thank you so much to whomever lovely it was, I really appreciate the tag and finally found time to do a post about my colouring.

I started gifing less than a year ago and learned a lot since then. I gif online in Photopea as Photoshop is just to expensive for me atm (and my old laptop probably wouldn't survive running Photoshop). So, if anyone wants a detailed process of gifing in Photopea, jhmu.

Bed Friend | King and Uea I love how King's desire for Uea is shown in this gif. He is just gone on Uea and barely can hold himself back.

The Eclipse | Akk and Ayan Loved the sun shining from behind Akk's head and had to colour the gif in a way that the sun would stand out a bit.

A Boss And A Babe | Gun and Cher Them and their adoration for each other made me love this show.

My School President | Tiw and Por TiwPor my beloved side couple 💖

The Eighth Sense | Jae Won and Ji Hyun The story of Jae Won and Ji Hyun was the first of a few series that I call "The Right One", i.e. series that just capture me and leave an impact ✨

Naughty Babe | Yi and Lian My favourite ghostship. Also the colours in this scene were just too good to not gif.

Never Let Me Go | Palm and Nueng Just Palm having his big entrance 🤩

Bake Me Please | Shin and Peach This kiss was sooo cute and lovely.

Moonlight Chicken | Alan, Wen and Jim MLC was everything, especially this scene.

Be Mine Superstar | Mingmueang and Namning Aka how to seduce a doctor. I'm excited that we get a new series with Bosston and Jo.

Kiseki: Dear To Me | Bai Zong Yi and Fan Ze Rui A couple and a show that left me speachless. Their story was so just so good.

Wedding Plan | Sailom and Namnuea Loved their story and how insatable they were.

Laws Of Attraction | Tinn and Charn Forever one of my favourite couples and series ✨

My Ride | Mork and Tawan Had the most fun doing a rewatch of this series.

Playboyy | Teena and Zouey The way this show combines gorgeous cinematic shots with that storyline makes me feel like I'm watching a stage show. I love it.

The Sign | Phaya and Tharn Every week this show leaves me spechless it's that good. One of the shows that I call "The Right One"!

Bonus:

The Sign | The colours As I sad in another post, I'm rolling in the colours of this show like a cat in catnip 😎

Edited to add a few people who I'd love to see doing a post about their before / after colouring: @wanderlust-in-my-soul @pharawee @liyazaki @bunnakit @khaotungsfirst @gabrielokun @spicyvampire @zhaozi @guzhu-furen @25shadesoffebruary @chinzhilla @crispywizardtale as always please ingnore if you don't want to do it.

[ninthskzmember]

Used to this ღ

Kim Seungmin x reader.

bestfriend!seungmin, idol!seungmin, idol!reader word count: 1,5k warnings: fluff. petnames. i didn't proofread it. tags: fluff, friends to lovers.

Requests are open :)

April 9th, 2023.

A week has passed since the Maniac tour ended, meaning that today you will be able to see your dumb best friend at the company after a long time.

"Excited?" Kia asked with a smile on her face

"Why would I be, unnie?" You frowned at her question

"Kim Seungmin is coming back today. All of them are coming." She kept that smile on her face

"You're annoying. It's not like I haven't been talking with him all along" you rolled your eyes and she laughed at your reaction

"I just stated facts! I didn't know you would be upset about seeing your boy best friend after so long"

"I'm not upset" you held back a laugh and pushed your leader lightly

"Are you excited or not?" She asked again

"Are you excited about seeing Chris after so long too, unnie?" You fired back

"Hey, that's not funny" that smile disappeared from her face

"How to forget the night where Kia unnie was so drunk that she threw up on Chan Oppa's bed" Ski said, getting into the conversation

"Yeah, what were you doing in his bed again?" Lu teased

"Back to practice. Now." Kia turned on the leader mode and the seven of you got into position.

"Yeah but actually..." a curious Haneul spoke from her place "I never knew the reason behind you being there" her angelical aura couldn't make Kia mad.

"I was just wasted, and he's a gentleman so he offered his bed to me so I could sleep and sober up a bit" the leader explained while looking at you all through the big mirror in front of you.

"Yeah, I am" a voice came over from the opening door and the seven of you bowed at Bang Chan.

Kia turned absolutely red.

"No need to be ashamed Kia, we remember it with laughs" Jisung joked and bowed back.

Your eyes were trying to be x-ray, trying to find your best friend in between all the people that were entering the place.

"Sweetie" Seungmin made his apparence and left you speachless.

"Kim Seungmin" You rushed towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he wrapping his around your waist "I missed you"

"I know, you were annoying me almost every day" he smiled, letting his brand new smile be seen. Wordless. "You're staring, weirdo" his sweet little laugh came out of his mouth

"I'm sorry" you blinked a few times, trying to organise your thoughts. "You didn't tell me you took your braces off"

"It was all over twitter, I thought you already knew" he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I haven't been using it for a while" —because you were all over my timeline and it made me miss you even more— you thought, but didn't say.

And again, when you looked around, realized that just like old times, you and Seungmin were lost in your own little world. The rest of the members from both groups were fooling around, screaming, running, singing, jumping, dancing.

Actually, you missed the eight of them.

What caught your eye was how sweety Lee Know was looking at Haneul when she was talking to him and Jeongin.

"Hey," you called Seungmin and made a movement with your head to make him see what your eyes were looking at.

"Yeah, but look over there" he pointed at Jisung and Manee being an absolute CHAOS.

"Looks like I was not the only one missing a Stray Kid." you smiled

"I missed you too" he rubbed your back from the side where he was standing. "And don't get used to it"

"Not at all" you made a disgusted face, just to see how his smile appeared again.

There was something about him now that was making you go insane. Like, after the time you guys had apart, he stopped being a rebellious teenager and became a man. You couldn't take his eyes off him.

"Okay, everyone, let's gather here." BangChan called all of you and you obeyed.

He and Kia started talking about the Collab stage that the groups had, talking about how they wanted it to go and asking for ideas too.

"I think, we could go in groups and showcase our positions. Like, dance line, rap line, voice line" Felix suggested

"Yah, you wanna kill this one" Seungmin pointed at you

"I might be in both my voice and dance line, but I'm not a rapper" you couldn't help but smile every time that man spoke to or about you.

"You are as much as a rapper as I am. And I'm a fucking great rapper" he let out a cocky smile

"Actually, Stay wants Seungmin on the rap line" Changbin joked

"She's a great rapper though" Ski smiled

"I hate to interrupt such a lovely discussion but we need to get back on subject" Kia stated, leaving the conversation out of mind.

April 23th, 2023.

"You did amazing, sweetie. You look gorgeous" Your friend smiled at you

"Thank you, Seungmin" you answered shyly and hid your face looking to the floor

"No, no. Don't hide" he took you by your chin and make you look at him "Those diamonds on top of your freckles look stunning"

"You're making me blush, asshole" You pushed him

"See? I can't be nice to you" he crossed his arms on top of his chest, making himself look taller than he was

"Just get married already" Minho said rolling his eyes while passing by with a bottle of water in his hands "Awesome job, Y/n. You were almost as good as me" he said with sarcasm and you laughed.

"He's unbearable" Seungmin denied with his head too

"Either are you" You teased him and you could see how a little smirk wanted to appear on his face, which he repressed.

"Little shit" he looked away, hiding his smile

"Hey, don't disrespect me. I'll make you call me noona"

"I'd call you noona anytime"

"You're being weird" You said, closing your eyes halfway.

"y/n-ssi, Seungmin-ssi sunbaenim" Yeonjun came by

"She's also your sunbaenim" Protective Seungmo was activated and he placed himself right by your side, looking at the other male

"Hey" you slightly blushed, trying to not make eye contact with the idol.

"I just wanted to congratulate you both"

"Thank you." Seungmin cutted the boy off.

Yeonjun bowed and left you alone again.

"You were kinda rude" You looked at him

"Oh, c'mon girl" He rolled his eyes "I just can't stand him"

"That's 'cause you're jealous" you smirked at the guy

"He took you away from him for a long amount of time. So, it's safe to say no, I do not like him."

"That face, Kim Seungmin" Hyunjin passed by and laughed at the expression in Seungmin's face "What's got you all mad?"

You just pointed at Yeonjun, a few meters away from the conversation.

"Trying to steal ya' girl again? Damn, gotta talk with Changbin hyung"

His girl? Again?

"He's friends with hyung." That's all he said. Hyunjin just laughed and left

"Sorry, what was that?" You asked

"That was nothing. Just Hyunjin annoying us" he answered fast

"You're blushed" You laughed "Seungmin... Do you like me?" You took his hand, making him look at them

"Of course I like you. You wouldn't be my friend if I didn't."

"Ok, fair" you sighted "Let me reform that... Do you have feelings for me?" he opened his mouth to talk and you cutted him off "And don't give me the same fucking answer 'cause I will hurt you, I swear to god Kim Seungmin" You added and he laughed

"So... Technically speaking... having like... romantic feelings?"

"Yes, he does. Kiss her, you fool!" Hyunjin came over again and pushed you both, making you crush into his chest.

You looked up at his eyes, as he looked down at yours.

"I kinda romatically like you, yes y/n" he took a few strands of your hair out of your face

"I kinda romantically like you too, Seungmin" You smiled back at him.

He slowly leaned down, making your lips meet for the first time in the five years that you've known eachother and been friends.

You placed your arms around his broad shoulders and his hands took place in your waist.

"FINALLY" you heard Ski scream from the top of her lungs.

"FATHER AND MOTHER GOD" Jeongin screamed at the same volume as Ski

"I took the most beautiful picture" said Hyunjin and he was... Sobbing?

"Yah, that's enough. You're disgusting" Minho came all the way here and separated you, making you both laugh

"You're jealous you can't kiss Haneul like this" You fired at him, and for the first time in ages, you left Lee Minho speachless.

"SHE'S RED!" Jenny jumped up and down while looking at your member be flustered.

"Y/n" Seungmin caught your attention again saying your name in the sweetest way ever "Do you wanna go out with me?" his sweet voice didn't change at all, making you melt inside

"Of couse I want" You got in your tip toes and kissed briefly his lips.

[la-pheacienne]

Frodo and Sam lay eyes on Mordor for the first time

Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers, Book 4, Chapter 2, The passage of the Marshes.

Two things I will never get:

Why some people say Tolkien's descriptions are boring/excessive

Why Frodo and Sam's parts of the books are considered the most boring/most tiring parts.

I'm reading TT in english this time and so far, Frodo and Sam's parts are my favorite. The passage of the Marshes is a stellar chapter, a truly unforgettable reading experience. The very first description of the mountains surrounding Mordor left me speachless and when Sam, (Sam!!! Cheerful, optimistic, joyful bubble of happiness Sam!) said "I feel sick", I felt it too.

[i-luvsang]

the perfect muse — kang yeosang

for : 1.5k milestone event ➖⟢ pairing : design student!yeosang x art student!gn!reader ➖⟢ genres : fluff ➖⟢ cw : not proofread/edited, bit of kissing ➖⟢ wc : 0.6K ➖⟢ rating : pg-13

moodboard : art student!au + k.ys

yeosang is the perfect muse. and he doesn’t even know it. maybe, you ponder, that’s part of the charm and allure. in your design class you used to get distracted by the slope of his nose and pretty birthmark by his eye. you’ve always thought it looks a bit like a heart. you’d sketch his gorgeous form, your pen working faster and more passionately than it would for any class assignment.

now, he’s sitting in your bedroom, his laptop propped up on your desk and headphones covering his ears as he chips away at his homework. he looks even prettier like this than he did in that classroom and you think it’s because you’ve felt his lips on yours.

this time, your drawing is careful, unrushed compared to the way they used to be. you’ve got all the time in the world to look at him, to drink him in, and to make it clear to anyone who looks at this sturdy piece of paper that you’re in love with him. in your lovestruck eyes, he’s so pretty, so sweet, so endearing, and so completely glorious in the way he does everything. 

a glance at him hard at work, with that look of concentration in his eyes, has you abandoning your actual drawing assignments in favor of capturing his beauty once more. the subtle flex of his bare arms, graciously revealed to you by his favorite black tank top, has you feeling like michelangelo; overly-passionate and dedicated to capturing the glory of the body through defined and detailed musculature to parallel the beauty of the soul.

you’re so enraptured by him, so determinted to commit his grace and domesticity to the page, that you don’t register his gaze on you until you look up to extend the lines that etch out his left forearm. but your eyes land on his own, which now take in your form rather than the carefully constructed shapes and colors on his computer. you break into a grin, taking in his body, twisting to see you, and the way he’s pulled off one side of his headphones to hear you over his music. his head is quirked to the side, as if he’s wondering about something you can give him the answer to.

“are you drawing me?” his rich voice makes you wish you could depict sounds on a piece of paper the way you could with his pretty lips.

the question pulls a slightly startled laugh from your lips. of course you’re drawing him. when are you not? you think it would be impossible for him not to know this.

“yes,” you confirm aloud, almost at a loss for what else to say. it’s not as if you try to hide it.

he blushes hard. “why?”

“because you look pretty like that. you always look pretty.”

he blushes harder. he really walked into that one.

“oh,” he breathes out. “thanks, angel.” he fights a grin and you fight the urge to kiss him harder than ever. how could he call you “angel” when he looks like that and when his ears are burning red and you’ve flustered him speachless? gods above, what is there not to utterly adore about him?

and now that he has his answer, he turns back to his work, the blush barely fading from his

cheeks as he readjusts his headphones. he doesn’t even ask to see the drawing, like anyone else might. he just sits there, hardly able to concentrate on his own work anymore, but sitting there, periodically glancing back at you with a shy smile until you’re satisfied or can’t keep yourself from abandoning your drawing for something you love even more; the way he’ll press a kiss to your jawline when you wrap your arms around him from behind and tell him aloud that he’s your perfect muse.

[sad-scarred-sassy]

I’ll meet you after dark

Or ‘What if Elain met Lucien before being made’ - Part 3

Summary and recap: Elain Archeron stumbles upon a beautiful fae male in the middle of the forest. After meeting again she follows her desires and lets him take her to see his favorite spot in the Spring Court. Or more plainly: Elain and Lucien have a Spring Court rendezvous.

Notes: Better late than never am I right? Fair warning: This will get spicy.

Read on AO3 (all previous parts are uploaded) or read below the cut.

Elain Archeron could not believe her eyes.

She had been very familiarized with nature since she was young, had always sought to learn and to be close to it. She knew she hadn't seen it all when it came to the earth's masterpieces, but this – this.

Vibrant colors even in the cool midnight light. Flowers and insanely large leaves and mushrooms that looked ancient, some as tall as to reach her hips, of all shapes and forms. Night owls and fireflies, the misty feel of a thousand wonderful scents hitting her all at once. Being marveled by this place, the Spring Court as Lucien called it, was an understatement.

She realized she was gaping when she found Lucien's amused eyes again, her hand still nestled in his, letting him guide her forward through leaves and bushes.

"We're almost there" He said, and she realized he could have probably winnowed them right to the stream but had opted instead to let her roam with him a bit, and she was glad he did. Not only because she enjoyed having her hand in his and this was the perfect excuse to do it, but also because she loved the journey. She always had. She wondered if he had guessed that little fact about her too.

Moving one particularly big tree branch out of the way, Lucien finally pulled her into a clearing, her eyes moving quickly to assess what was in front of her. The moonlight shone bright through the cracks in the trees, reflecting on the calm stream like blinking fallen stars. Surrounding it were flowers of various types, but mostly white lilies, just like he had promised, and all around, hundreds of little fireflies rested on their flowy leaves, on the long, mossy grass. Elain was speachless.

Lucien let go of her hand to stride towards an ancient oak tree, resting on the shore. She noticed beneath one of the hefty roots he had stored something, smiling softly he retrieved it and turned to her. A blanket, but behind him she could see something else he had left behind. A bottle.

"Wine?" She asked, signaling with her chin. He looked behind him for a second and then eyed her.

“Would you like some?” He asked.

She shrugged slightly. “I might” She said and he just smiled, retrieving it with one broad hand.

"Don't worry, it’s just regular wine" He said, making her frown in confusion.

"There's such a thing as non-regular wine in your lands?"

He extended the blanket on the ground and knelt on it before looking at her with a slightly mischievious expression.

"There is. Faerie wine." He assessed her a bit. “Something tells me you would love it. Your sister-um, she used to like it" He said a bit awkwardly, something that pushed her to ease herself next to him on the blanket.

“Of course there is faerie wine” She joked, arching an eyebrow. "You seem close to her… to Feyre" She glanced at him over her shoulder, watching as he accommodated his big body on the soft blanket next to her, shoulders touching slightly with the movement. She could feel the all encompassing tension between them gaining force again. The setting playing a big part in it. She really couldn't believe she was here, in the fae lands, with him. She was gonna be dizzy if she kept thinking about it too much.

"We are" He said, before pulling the cork with the side of his teeth, taking a sip right from the bottle. Elain watched as he swallowed, his prominent adam's apple bouncing with the action. She let her eyes wander on his strong neck for a moment. "You probably don't know this but Feyre – we owe her a great deal. We may never be able to repay her for what she did" He said and looked at her, as if expecting her to know something. When Elain's face did not change he continued. "You do know Feyre came back to help us"

"She said there was some plague ailing you" Elain pondered.

"Yes, well – the same plague that took my eye and left me with these scars, was a nut-job named Amarantha that cursed us and enslaved us all to her for fifty years" He blurted out. Elain just listened closely. "Feyre was the key to breaking that curse, her love for Tamlin, the High Lord of these lands, made her fight her way to break Amarantha's curse, and in the end she managed to do it, to free us"

Elain remained silent for a moment, processing the information he had shared about her sister. She had always known Feyre was stronger than she could ever dream to be. Even if she had been the youngest, she had always had that drive inside of her to never back down, to never succumb to her circumstances. Hearing this now, it didn't even surprise her so much as it filled her with pride.

Lucien handed her the bottle of wine tentatively and she took it hesitantly at first, noting that as simple as it was she had never drank wine straight from the bottle, before taking a big sip, letting one of the sleeves of her silk robe slide down her shoulder, catching Lucien's eye as he followed it, quickly looking elsewhere when he realized.

"So she's living among you now" She said, lowering the bottle again, a few fireflies coming to play with her hair as she did. She giggled softly. Lucien took the wine and Elain met his eyes again before he took a sip of it.

"She is" Again that small flicker of his eye, as if there was something he was dreading to tell her. Before she could ask he added "She's not the same as she was before, as you know her"

At that Elain tensed. "Is she alright?"

He pressed his plump lips together and looked away into the stream. The air was fresh but all chilliness she felt in the human lands had been replaced by the warmth of the eternal spring.

"She almost-" He glanced at her. "She had to be changed, in order for her to live. She is a fae now" He winced a bit as he said it.

Elain froze at his words. Feyre... was fae now? Feyre was one of them. She had to be in order to live? Elain had never expected her sister to come back after she left, clearly she had found something better, something grander here... but this...

"I'm sorry this is how you found out, I imagine she would have liked to tell you herself. She's still struggling with the change, it wasn't easy... for any of us, but especially for her. We really do owe her so much" She looked back at him, his hand rubbing his neck as his eyes contemplated the floor, suddenly lost in memory.

"No... thank you for letting me know" She got out. The prospect of her sister now being immortal came crashing into her mind, and Elain grabbed the wine bottle from his large hand and took a long sip of it.

He caught her eye when she lowered it again. "I'm sorry you all got dragged into it" He said softly.

Elain shook her head slowly. "I doubt it was your fault" She said, glancing towards his scars again. "In any case, I do believe in fate. Sometimes life guides us into mysterious roads."

"That's a pleasant way to see it" He agreed, taking another sip of his wine. "For what it's worth, I'm glad fate led me to meet you" He said and Elain almost laughed as his eyes widened just a tiny bit, apparently surprised he even said that aloud. The tan skin of his cheeks blooming red even in the cool reflected moonlight.

"Indeed" She simply said, biting down her laugh, not believing this immortal being would be acting like a bubbly teenager in front of her. She found it surprisingly adorable and Elain could not help but feel like even with all their differences, he still felt so… familiar to her, so equal. "You're unusually shy for a damsel stealer" She teased

"Cut me some slack, milady. I've been out of practice" He replied and she took the bottle of wine from him again.

"Why do I find that hard to believe?" She said, taking a sip while moving her body to face him better. "I bet you're a rake, probably very famous amongst these lands"

He arched a brow. "Why would you think that of me?"

"For one, you didn't deny it and plus" She said. "That wicked smile of yours tells me everything I need to know"

"What wicked smile of mine you mean?" Elain watched as the corner of his lips curled in the exact way she was referring to and he seemed to not even realize.

"Precisely that one" She said pointing at it, letting her index finger graze the corner of his lips softly as they both laughed, as he took her wrist in his hand and presented his dimple-clad smirk to her.

"And what's your opinion on rakes?" He asked as she giggled, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks and chest.

"That you probably have a lot more fun than I do" She said slightly pushing on his shoulder with her free hand and he laughed again, not letting her go, instead leaning closer to her face and eyeing her down as if she was some doe he was hunting.

"That can be easily fixed, little dove" The atmosphere suddenly changed around them. She felt his thumb rub the inside of her wrist as his enthralling eyes remain stranded, anchored to hers, dropping down just slightly to look at her mouth, and Elain, damn her, did the same.

She could not understand what had gotten into her. She had never, never wanted to kiss someone as badly as she wanted to kiss Lucien in that moment, and everything around her and inside of her was screaming at her to do it, to let him take it, let her take it as well, drop herself into that side of her, the one she hadn’t known was there and follow her desires, her body demanding her to do it as it asks for air. But Lucien did not move, and she realized he wouldn't, not until he was sure she wanted it.

His face was suddenly very red again, he dropped her charged gaze and let go of her hand softly, taking another sip of the wine. Was he suddenly embarrassed?

Elain felt some type of odd power, to be the cause of this blushing mess of a male. She swallowed hard.

“Lucien” She commanded and he brought back his eyes to her instantly. She traced her gaze through the plumpness of his lips, the sensuous curves that drew it. She breathed in his scent and exhaled all of her inhibitions. Was it really so surprising to her how much she actually wanted to kiss this magical male right now? She had even let him take her into his world, had escaped with him to a dangerous magical land, what difference would a kiss make in the grand scheme of things?

She didn't even know she was doing it until she had pushed herself on her knees, had closed the gap between their mouths and had kissed him fast and softly on the lips – the spark between them vibrating wildly when she felt his warm damp lips on hers, when she retreated and opened her eyes to find him staring at her dumbfounded.

She took a small sharp breath when she realized what she had done.

She was about to apologize when the same plump lips came crashing down towards hers, opening up to kiss her in a greedy, yet sensual way that made her gasp involuntarily. And then he was really kissing her, desperately taking her upper lip between his, before moving his big hand towards her nape, holding onto the roots of her hair to kiss her faster. And then it became wild, something in her snapped fully awake and she met him with the same fervor, taking hold of the neckline of his white shirt peeking from his vest and opening her mouth to savor him, to let his hot tongue ravage her.

All she knew was his lips in that moment. His lips and his smell, and the sweet taste of his tongue on hers, coated with the remnants of wine, and the feel of his large hand on her hair, and her own hands now roaming his strong neck. He was so warm. Elain's heart was going to beat out of her chest. The heat in her core pulsating with every lick of his tongue, every trembling breath against her mouth before he claimed her again. And again.

Elain had never kissed anyone like this before. She felt herself melt towards the ground as Lucien’s warmth descended over her without ever halting his kiss. She realized, with a newfound shock, that she could kiss him like this forever and she would not tire.

Her hands now roamed his hair, soft and thick on her fingertips, he made a soft vibrating sound when she pulled at his roots slightly, and her core tightened in response, she could feel the arousal pooling and beating in the depths of her, eager for more. So eager it startled her.

He took a long breath, as if he was taking her in, that seemed to fuel him into action, moving his rough hand down the seam of her thin nightgown, she could feel her nipples almost digging through it, rubbing on his hard chest. She let a shuddering breath leave her lips and crash onto his awaiting mouth as he took her lower lip between his teeth softly, seductively. She could tell he had years of experience in kissing… and the gods knew what else.

“Gods Elain-“ He kissed her once, hungrily. “You smell so-“ He stopped talking when Elain took it upon herself to kiss his face, his sharp clenched jaw, the column of his neck. She took a deep breath with her nose pressed against his hot skin.

“I like the way you smell too” She said and noticed he was looking at her with an intent gaze, lids droopy.

Before she knew it he was kissing her again, lips crashing hers in the most delicious way, hands outlining her figure as they touched her strenuously over her thin nightgown, as she felt his long fingers dig into the softness of her thighs. She sighed into his mouth which immediately made him shudder over her, lips traveling towards her bare neck, inhaling her before kissing her neck like a starved man.

“I don’t understand-” He kissed her more. “What you do to me” He kissed her more and more as his hand moved over her hip, her waist, her ribcage, stopping right before touching her breasts. Elain moaned softly, trying to urge him to continue.

“What do you want, little dove” He kissed her collarbones, plump lips sucking on her skin turning it red, before going back up to her jaw, right below her ear. “I’ll give you anything”

Elain felt as if her whole body was on fire, as if she would need to throw herself into that stream if she wanted to return to normal. The way he was kissing her should be forbidden, punished by law, the mere act was too delicious and intoxicating for her to make any sensible decision.

“I want you” She heard herself say. “I-“ She felt him hum in approval and lick her neck before kissing it, hand holding her in place by the hip, she trembled, realizing this was her first time doing any of this. “I’ve never-“ She mumbled in an attempt to warn him of her lack of experience, but he softly stopped kissing her, head pulling back to look into her eyes.

“Forgive me-“ He started, as if waking up from a haze. She panicked, taking hold of his shirt with force as he began to pull away.

“No, I don’t want to stop” She said a little too eagerly and he halted. She couldn’t believe the words coming from her mouth. She blushed. “I-“ He studied her patiently as she formed her words. “I would like for you to… show me” She found her voice again.

He breathed softly as he relaxed his body a little bit and his wicked, sinful smile formed on his face once more, making her heart beat fast on her chest. Gosh, she was like a mouse trapped in a lion’s den, absolutely doomed.

“What would you like me to show you, milady?” The rake asked, and Elain only huffed at his tender teasing, as he eyed her flustered body, listened to her harsh breathing, felt her heart nearly thumping out of her chest.

“Lucien”

“Use your words, little dove, remember I’m merely your servant” He said as his eyes followed his deft fingers as they traced the pattern of lace on her cleavage. His eyes found hers as he took hold of the strings tying up on her chest, a silent request.

Elain exhaled from her nose as she took courage from the way he was also struggling to keep his breathing on check.

“I want you to touch me” She said in a breath, nodding at his hand. He smiled as he pulled the string softly, demurely opening her gown to a plunging neckline.

“Like this?” He whispered as his long and strong fingers, the same fingers he had used to touch her ankle innocently a few weeks ago, slipped slowly beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown, finding her peaked nipple, flicking it with his thumb before kneading her small breast. She hummed loudly.

“Yes” She whispered back. “What else?” She found her strength to say, defying his soft wicked smile.

He circled the aureola with his thumb, the pulse between her legs getting stronger, making her tremble. He somehow noticed it, eyes dropping to the hem of her dress as he removed his hand and found the end of it. She exhaled a shaky breath as she felt his fingers softly trace the skin of her thigh as he landed on the band of her underwear.

“Is this what you have in mind, milady?” His fingers traced the lacy edge, finally getting to her front and stopping there. She nodded quickly, trying to rush him.

“Tell me” He encouraged, eyes already looking wilder than usual.

“Please” She heard herself beg.

“Please what?” He fiddled with the seam of the garment and she almost cursed.

“Touch me there, please” She whined and Lucien, the bastard, had the audacity to smile at her in soft triumph.

“Mmm” He said as he slid his fingers down her center over the thin fabric, now drenched, and Elain’s face heated up instantly. Lucien’s tongue darted out to lick his plump lip as his fingers traced her slowly, Elain could not believe she was letting him touch her there, begging for it too. She exhaled softly at the feel of it, so foreign yet to pure, so exquisite.

“Gods, you’re already so wet” He said so low she felt the vibrations on her whole body.

“Wh-“ She could not form a coherent thought as he touched her. “Is that alright?” She breathed and Lucien paused, which almost made her panic from the fear of having said something idiotic.

But she suddenly felt her underwear being swept to the side, his hot, calloused fingers gliding through her wet folds, making her moan softly as he stared at her intently. More, she thought, and without much warning he seemed to have read her mind because one long middle finger was finding her entrance and sliding inside in a swift and delicious swipe. She moaned loudly then as he sighed.

He pumped his finger one, two, three times, making her moan louder with each one, before removing his hand completely and raising it to his mouth, his eyes did not leave hers as he placed his glistening finger on his delicious lips and then sucked on it softly, tasted her.

“More than alright” He hummed in approval, a devious smile forming on his lips while she just gaped at him, completely shocked and indescribably aroused. “Would you let me taste more?” He had the gall to ask. It was scandalous, it was irredeemable, atrociously indecent. She nodded her head frantically. Damn her.

“Lucien-“ She began but he was already slowly descending while pulling at the skirt of her gown, bunching it on her waist as she struggled to make one sentence that didn’t include the words “yes, please” in it.

He eyed her wet core, swiping her ruined underwear to the side, now digging two fingers inside of her and making her moan in surprised bliss.

“Say it” He whispered. “Say it and my mouth is yours” She felt the hot air of his breath mix with the wetness of her. She moaned as he kept pumping his fingers inside of her, in a depth she had never been able to achieve on her own seeking of pleasure. He curled his fingers and her hand clung to his shoulder.

“Yes!” She moaned. “I want your mouth, please”

Without more hesitation he placed himself right between her legs and with his long fingers still pumping in and out of her he ripped the thin undergarment from her body and let his mouth fall onto her bundle of nerves, sinful tongue darting out to lick her with a broad swipe, before closing his beautiful mouth and sucking, making her hand clamp on her mouth to hold a scream.

He maintained his attack on her, and she held herself from making the most heinous sounds she had ever heard as he simply moaned on her, the vibrations making her legs tremble, her core tighten,

He removed his tongue to look at her as his thumb took its place, his other hand lifting to remove her hand from her mouth. “Scream away dove, I wanna hear you”

With a slight smile he dropped his head down again to circle her point of pleasure with his tongue in a way that let her know he just knew what to do, how fast, just the perfect amount of pressure to apply, she wanted to scream again, and this time she fought the urge to stifle it and moaned. Loudly.

This encouraged him, fingers pumping more erratically, tongue flicking and licking and lapping faster and precisely. The sounds were probably enough to send her into a spiral, the squelching wetness from inside of her, from his tongue. It was too much, it was unbelievable. “That’s it, that’s it” He said as he curled his fingers in a certain way that made her cry out and he softly licked her, making her legs tremble and clamp on him before he stopped her with his free hand, holding her in place as her eyes watered and she screamed, feeling a pressure in her belly reach her peak until she exploded. He removed his fingers from her immediately and welcomed her ecstasy on his mouth, drinking her like a thirsting man, as she dug her nails on his scalp and cried out his name into the forest.

When the intense explosion in her mind and body subsided and she felt herself coming back to the ground she glanced down at him still between her legs, face completely drenched from her release, chastely kissing her still trembling thighs.

“Lucien, gods” She felt her face flush wildly and he simply grinned at her in an animalistic way. She was speechless.

He rose towards her face to meet her again, glistening lips kissing her hungrily, making her taste herself on him in a way that made her growl, feeling as if she had somehow stained him too, left a mark on him.

“I never want to hear my name spoken if not by these gorgeous lips of yours” He said over her mouth as he continued to kiss her. “Especially as you’re coming on my face, gods above Elain” He said and she moaned, her hands traveling to take hold of his neck, legs snaking their way around his waist, feeling as the hardness on his trousers dug onto her still sensitive core.

“Lucien” She chanted as she rubbed herself onto him softly, making him shudder now, lose focus on his kissing. He looked down at the point of friction, her dripping need against his stiff erection and moaned, holding her hips in place as he rubbed himself softly, sinfully, creating a wet patch onto his trousers.

“Fuck” He cursed as she moaned in approval. “I’m not very strong when it comes to you milady, you have to tell me to stop” He said with strain in his voice.

“Don’t stop” She breathed.

“Couldron, Elain. I want to take you right here on this forest, on the ground.” He breathed over her chest.

“Then do it” She whined.

“That wouldn’t be very proper of me” He sighed as she circled her hips on him and his eyes rolled back. “It would be your first time”

“I know” She said and she took hold of his face, making him look at her, really look at her. “I trust you” She found his eyes, pupils wide, both flesh and metal, staring at her so vulnerably. “I want you” She said softly but not weakly. He simply looked at her for a second, eyes moving over her face as if trying to detect a lie, there wasn’t one.

She knew that it was crazy, that he was a fae male she had met only once before, but from the moment she had laid eyes on him she had known there was something familiar, something different about him. Elain had considered maybe it was a magical trick from the fae to enthrall humans into their midst, to let them trust them, but she somehow knew that wasn’t true, that whatever Lucien and she had, whatever connected them, it was soul-bound. It was fate. She knew it like she knew how to breathe, it was natural, involuntary, vital to her existence. And by the look on his face, he felt the same.

He seemed to have made a decision then, when he fumbled with the laces on his pants and Elain bit her lip in anticipation. Then, before she knew it, he was flipping them, rolling onto his back, placing her on top of him to straddle him.

“Take me, then” He said with a bit of a breathless voice. “At your own will” He said. Her heart was beating fast, her brain processing what he was saying, Elain hadn’t even thought about this possibility. He freed himself then and she could not help but stare at the way he pumped himself slightly, humming. She made up her mind then, sensing the way her core tightened at the sight, at the idea of him… inside of her. She was gone.

She hesitantly took hold of him and he simply stared at her as she felt his hard length pulsing in her hand, before she placed him on her entrance. She had no idea what she was doing, until she heard him say “That’s it little dove, take me” and that was enough to give her the courage she needed and slip him inside, slowly, so slowly, inch by inch. She gasped as she felt him stretch her, he moaned softly as he kept sliding in, hot pain rising at the intrusion, before it was suddenly gone, little sparks of his magic dissipating and she realized he had healed whatever was giving her pain. She kept going until she was finally fully seated on his hips, both of them breathing heavily, sweat already coating their skin. He did one last healing spell on her then.

“Alright love?” he asked her and she nodded, she felt so deliciously full of him, but her need already demanded more. “Fuck” He said as she careened on him, and the feel of him inside of her, reaching places she didn’t even know were there, was disarming.

Her body began to move on its own, like it knew what to do, like having him inside of her was the most natural thing in the world. His broad hands were instantly there, holding her flesh as she ground her hips on him, feeling him so deep, so delicious.

“Yes, like that love” He encouraged her, moaning as she rose and fell onto him slightly, then repeated it, again, again, until she noticed she was also moaning loudly. “Perfect” He said and she picked up her pace, he followed her, thrusting up when she fell down with force, he cursed loudly, she whined at how marvelous it felt, how powerful and free he made her feel.

“Yes, Elain, fuck!” He groaned as they went faster, harder, deeper. He rose to sit, leaning on one hand as she moved on him, as he met her with passion. It was a dance, it was art, as his lips met hers sloppily, as her gown was discarded along with his vest and shirt, as nails dug themselves on skin, and she felt him so deep, filling her completely, her eyes were clouding in tears. “Fuck, Elain you ride me so good” He moaned, head falling back and she couldn’t believe how she still had it in her to go faster, holding onto his strong freckled shoulders, riding him like she couldn’t do anything else, and he smiled in wicked bliss, eyes digging into hers as she called his name like a religious chant and he encouraged her, praised her, dropping her name over her bare glistening skin, making her lose any sense of self she had, losing herself to the force of nature that was happening between them, losing herself to the night, to the breeze and the moon and the warm soil beneath them, and she knew he did the same, he went away with her, and when she finally screamed his name in a sob, he held her to him as her whole body shook, her back arched and she saw only light, felt him shake against her, his warmth spilling inside of her for longer than she had the capacity to tell.

She fell over him when she came back to herself again, rising and falling on his chest, her hair over her eyes as she began to remember who she was and what she was doing.

She felt his fingers move to softly tuck her hair away from her face, and she found his eyes again, face flushed and spent, dimples appearing to greet her in a disbelieving smile.

They didn’t say anything because words were beyond comprehension. He simply tucked her at his side, grabbing the blanket to cover their bodies and simply breathe the same air. She snuggled on his warmth, he hummed in approval, smelling her hair as they both fell into a deep slumber.

The birds were chirping when she woke up, soft daylight hitting her lids as she felt something hard and warm holding her. Him.

She almost went back to sweet sleep when she realized it was morning already and jumped.

“Lucien!” She said and he sat upright, all his naked glory gleaming in the daylight. She almost got distracted by that. “We need to go!” She said and began dressing, him following her swiftly.

They appeared under one of her orange trees not long after, and before she could slip away from him and run to her room to avoid Nesta’s inquiries, he held her back, pulling her by the hand, making her crash onto his delightful chest.

“I will see you again” He said, matter of factly. Her face flushed at his searing gaze, hands finding her waist, squeezing her to him.

“You better” She simply said and smiled in a way she had never smiled before. With one last kiss she slipped from his grasp and ran towards her manor, feeling reckless, feeling free, feeling alive for the first time in her life.

[afawnable]

★ . . . god I'm newly eighteen and I'm so fucking horny. so to try and fix it I'm being the worst student known to man. turning up late. wearing the shortest skirts to show off my bare pussy. the thinnest tops with no bra so people will stare at my boobs. all so that I'll piss off my teachers so much. that they'll drag me to the staff room and lock the door.

★ . . . tell me to strip naked. and when i refuse they force me down. ripping and cutting the clothes off my body. not caring that they are literal scraps on the floor. a slut like me doesn't deserve clothes. especially when I've been such a bad girl. they'll take turns punishing me.

★ . . . spanking my ass till it's redder than the apple I stole from my math teacher that one time. then shoving my holes full of sex toys. forcing me to take orgasm after orgasm. all of them laughing at me while abusing my poor swollen cunt.

★ . . . writing words all over my body in permanent marker. like 'free use slut' 'cum dump' 'brain dead fuck toy' 'rape toy' 'breeding bitch' and more. and just as I'm about to pass out they slap me awake and drug me with asphoradic.

★ . . . telling me the main event is about to begin. forcing me to suck off and eat out all of my teachers while apologising for being such a bad girl. before forcing me to take multiple dicks at a time. stuffing me full of cum. taking me in multiple positions. recording me in the process so they can jake off to the video's later.

★ . . . they make sure all my holes get bred. to the the point where I'm covered in so much cum it's disgusting. but don't worry any cum that doesn't find it's way into my holes they'll make me lick myself self clean. a bitch like me shouldn't waste perfectly good cum.

★ . . . at one point the female teachers start feeling neglected and a bit left out while the male teacher rape all my holes. so they get out there straps and have there way with me. suffocating me while making me suckle on there massive tits forcing me to drink their milk like a good girl.

★ . . . and when my mouth isn't busy sucking on big fat heavy breasts it's it's busy chocking on nine inch straps and sucking on fat juicy pussy lips. the are loaded with my cum so I'm forced to taste myself over and over again.

★ . . . suddenly the door opens and in walks the principal vice principal and the school parent committee. the moment I see them I beg for them to help me to save me from his mess. but they just join in stripping down to nothing and joining in on the fun.

★ . . . I don't know at what point I stopped fighting them. maybe when they tied me down to the coffee table and started pouring hot wax over me. or maybe it was when I felt all of those hands touch and grope me. twisting my nipples leaving angry red bites and hickeys all over my body and shoving stuff in my holes to keep me nice and plugged. wouldn't want any of that spilling out now would we?

★ . . . or maybe it was when my best friends mom was riding my face. while she smacked my tits red with a flog. smacking harder when she noticed I slowed down telling me to put more effort in saying it was the reason I was such a bad student. and scolded me for being a bad influence on her daughter

★ . . . "thank god my sweet jessie is nothing like this, your enjoying this aren't you getting fucked like some cheap whore god but god do you have a talent with that tongue of yours. if I had it my way i'd lock you in my basement and keep you as my pet how does that sound? I'd buy you a nice shiny collar keep you in tight skimpy outfits or better yet nothing at all, turn you into mine and my husbands favorite bitch. what was that? no? I can't hear you guess your mouth is so full of pussy it's left you speachless not like i'd give a whore like you a say anyway."

★ . . . while my or three other friends dads filled me up with there dicks. two in my pussy and one in my ass. the three of them casually talking about work and fishing. and all discussing how my parents should take advantage of having such a slut daughter.

★ . . . "if I had one like her I wouldn't stop raping her no matter how many time I would get her pregnant, not to mention she would make a fortune if I rented her out. not that a slut like you would mind isn't that right sweetie. oh my wife would love you, young dumb and so willing to spread your legs. I can't blame for jason wanting to be friends with you"

★ . . . all of them agreeing to inquire if they could 'borrow' me a couple times a week. and continued to fuck me while my teachers graded my tests from final week. all naked and now nursing glasses of wine as they enjoyed watching me get fucked to death.

★ . . . eventually the principal vice principal and the school parent committee all had to leave. but not after taking there fare share of photo's and video's of my messy fucked out form. while also covering me in one final orgasm. before stepping over my limp abused body. leaving without another look.

★ . . . leaving me with my teacher once again. who first scolded me for failing all my test. before beginning my punishment. but stopped for a second when I cried saying my parents are waiting for me. see I had been trapped in the staff room all day and the sun was minutes away from setting. but they all told me not to worry as they had called my parents to let them know I will be taking private tutoring sessions which require me to stay in school full time. and they shouldn't expect me home for the foreseeable future. and to my horror they agreed signing the legal paper work with out batting an eye.

★ . . . "your folks were rather eager to sign you over to us, though I can blame them a stupid fucking whore like you could test even a saints patience. oh don't cry love we've found something your actually good at, being a brain dead slut! isn't that amazing?"

★ . . . and with that my punishment began. rape me till I was pregnant. which I didn't even have the energy to fight. as I was too tired and not on birth control. so I was definitely getting knocked up. and there was nothing I could do to stop it. while they all whisper filthy words in my ear. about how I'll definitely get pregnant with there rape baby. so I'll be forced to drop out and have to rely on them. but I shouldn't worry they'll all take turns looking after me. locking me up in there homes. keeping me naked well fucked and full of cum. letting them and there partners heck even there parents have there way with me. like the true whore that I am. but that was for later !!

[thegirlamongthestars]

game for two - c. alcaraz

author's note: this fic is part of olympic love series and could be considered the continuation of work for it

summary: Along the olympic experience, Valeria and Carlos's flirtation turns into a thrilling game of wits, where each moment together pushes them closer to crossing the friendship line. Who will win this irresistible game?

wc: 1,1k

warnings: kind of suggestive language

This past two days were as busy as ever. Emma and I played our first match and fortunately, we won it comfortably. After that, the trainings haven’t stopped; demanding more physically every time. Another thing that hadn’t stopped were the meetings with other Spanish athletes with which we had formed a very united group.

“The Olympians” is how we named the group chat.

We really enjoyed our time together, hanging at night and playing cards or just talking. Carlos was part of that group and due to the forced proximity (that’s how I lied to myself) I haven’t been able to keep him of my mind. It’s been three days now since our first encounter and our relationship has obviously evolved into a friendship (with a lot of flirting included, according to Emma). In short, we weren’t strangers to each other anymore.

This morning was one of those where I just wanted to have breakfast by myself and get lost in my thoughts. So there I was, 7:30 in the morning, already at the dining hall. I was in front of the fruit bowls when someone placed his tray on the counter slightly hitting mine.

I didn’t need to look up to know it was Carlos—his energy (and the delicious smell of his cologne) was unmistakable.

He glued to my side pretending to ponder over the food options on the display cabinet “Is it a requirement for world champions to get up this early?”

“Some of us wake up with low social battery and like dodging unwanted attention in the early hours of the morning” a faked indifferent tone scaped my mouth. Mentally, I was celebrating his presence.

Carlos laughed and leaned even closer, lowering his voice just for me. I could feel his honey-colored eyes piercing me. “Unwanted? I’m starting to think you’re secretly enjoying this attention”

“Not even in your best dreams”

 I finally looked up, matching his gaze in intensity, to listen to his answer “You’ll be surprised”

His response was elegant, but I definitely knew what he meant by the look he was offering me. He surprisingly left me speachless. He headed to a table to start having breakfast and I was the one following him like a puppy now.

“Why do you think that?” I went back to his first statement. Was I that obvious about liking his attention?

Carlos leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a confident ease that almost made me choke on a strawberry. “Because you’re still here, and you haven’t told me to leave. You could’ve picked any table, Valeria, but you chose this one. I think that says more than you’re willing to admit”

“You’re getting bolder by the day, aren’t you?”

“Just trying to get the truth out of your mouth” he replied smoothly, leaning forward again and prompting himself with his elbows to get our faces closer.

I copied his action and our closeness allowed me to notice how his eyes were focusing on my lips. Inevitably, I did the same and it was the first time I realized how badly I wanted to kiss him. “What if I said you were right?”

Carlos’s playful grin softened slightly, his voice dropping as he replied. “Then I’d say I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

My heart quickened, but I wasn’t about to let him see how much his presence affected me—not yet. I leaned back in my chair, putting just enough distance between us to regain my composure, though I could still feel the heat from where our faces had been inches apart.

“Same page, huh?” I tilted my head, my voice teasing, daring him to keep going. “Maybe I’m just playing along to see how far you’ll go.”

Carlos’s grin widened, clearly enjoying the challenge. “If that’s the case, I’d say you’re enjoying the game a little too much. But don’t worry, I’m more than willing to keep playing until you show your hand.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his confidence, a sound that seemed to surprise even me. “You think I’m that easy to read?

His eyes gleamed with something that made my stomach flip. “Oh, I know you’re not easy. But that’s what makes this fun, Valeria.”

There was a charged silence between us, a tension crackling in the air that made my pulse race.

Carlos leaned forward again, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down my spine.  “How about this—we keep playing our little game, but with a twist. Every time one of us wins a challenge we impose, we get to make a demand of the other. Something that pushes the boundaries a little further each time.”

“Deal,” I said, my voice steady even though my heart was racing. “But don’t expect me to make it easy for you.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way,” his eyes flashed with something dark and tempting, and before I knew it, he was even closer, his breath warm against my cheek. “But just know, Valeria—I play to win.”

My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it, and I knew I was teetering on the edge of something big, something I couldn’t come back from. But damn it, I wanted to jump.

“Winning isn’t everything,” I said not backing even an inch, I could almost taste the anticipation hanging in the air. “Sometimes the fun is in the chase.”

Carlos’s hand moved to my cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. His thumb brushed lightly over my skin, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze as he studied my face, as if committing every detail to memory. “Careful what you wish for, Valeria,” he said softly, his voice dripping with desire.

The tingling in my belly intensified, spreading like wildfire through my veins. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out, how much longer I could keep pretending I didn’t want this as badly as he did. But I wasn’t ready to let him have all the control just yet.

“Why? Afraid you might like where this leads?” I teased, my voice shaky but bold.

Carlos’s eyes darkened with determination, and I knew I had pushed him just enough. “Not afraid,” he said, his voice firm and steady. “Excited.”

[hahahaarmagedon]

Spoiler for X-men '97 below the cut

Ok, I finished binging the entire show today and MY. GOD.

The entire attack on Genosha left me fucking SPEACHLESS. Like- they killed of Gambit?! What the fuck?! And oml- Rogue's final line in that episode?! And storm getting her powers back?! Holy hell, I had to take a fifteen minute break to fucking process everything-

But I am glad we got nightcrawler, and a fuck ton of amazing animation and fight sequences (nerd boner went crazy during the fight scenes- especially when nightcrawler had the swords- just- AAAAAAAAAA)

And also, Magneto's whole entire power move (idk what to call it) over the ENTIRE EARTH, and fucking everything up, was just- ✨✨

The one thing I rlly laughed at though, was the fact they made, Logan, the man who's bones are MADE OF METAL, go an fight, Magneto, the man who can CONTROL. METAL.

Dude I'm so fucking scared for logan-

(also, really happy we got to see forge and cable)

[gyuletters]

autumn love. | beomgyu

♡ pairing: beomgyu x gn! reader.

♡ synopsis: you fall in love with beomgyu, the grandson of a bookshop owner.

♡ genre: romance, fluff, soft, lovely, sweet.

♡ warnings: none.

♡ wc: 2506

♡ note: english isn't my first language. so excuse any mistakes. <3

a normal autumn day.

coming back home with coffee in my hands, thinking about how much work is left to do. a usual routine where i’m going to an old bookshop close to my ap. 

but, as i open the door and say hi to the lovely old owner, i see him. a tall brown haired man with sparkling eyes. his clothes seem oddly appropriate for working here - dark color pants and a white button up shirt. 

as i’m picking up my book (actually a play) for this week, a man appears behind me.

“romeo & juliet? a classic.” he’s smiling and i can see how his eyes wrinkles a little on the sides.

“yes. i’m really into classics.” i smile back

after a little chat, i found out his name - beomgyu, grandson of the owner. he decided to spend some months with his grandpa trying to escape the chaos from a big city. 

i’m back at my apartment, and still, beomgyu is the only thing that echoes through my mind.

i see myself coming back to this bookshop more often than usual. main reason being beomgyu. i just want to talk with him all day long, so i could hear his deep but soft voice. 

the conversations run towards books. so i don’t know much about his personal life. honestly, that makes me scared. 

what if he already has someone? what if i’m here so in love with a man that already found his soulmate?

this makes me feel so angry but also incredibly guilty. but, i just don’t have the courage to ask him about it. 

well, at least until today. 

i decide to look in the shelfs that are more hidden and i see a book i’ve never read before. 

curiosity gets the best of me and i try to pick it but it’s too far away. 

“here.” beomgyu takes the book for me.

i turn around to take it and that’s when our eyes meet. electricity running through my body.

how i wish i could just kiss him now. after all this time, i want to pour my love for him. 

i fell in love after just one look at his face. 

i know it’s crazy. life isn’t like all romances that keeps company with me at night. but i want him.

“thank you.” i say after much struggle and look down avoiding being even more poisoned by his eyes.

“y/n…” he whispers my name.

my heart starts racing. 

beomgyu puts the palm of his hands on my cheeks and makes me look back at him. 

“you’re so beautiful…” - a stubborn strand of my hair it’s put behind my ears. - “did you know how beautiful you are?”

“no…” i say while being a bit embarrassed.

“should i show you?” i’m leave speachless.

beomgyu close the gaps between us and puts his lips dangerously close to mine. - “can i kiss you?”

“please.” i beg almost whispering.

his lips are so soft against mine. the taste of him is so sweet, i think i’m going to be addicted to it. 

he’s so warm. it’s like a big bear hugging me. 

i swear to god i don’t want him to stop. i want to be intoxicated by his kisses, so i never forget how he feels when close to me.

he backs up a little and the words that leave his lips are even more dangerous than his lips. - “i love you.”

our foreheads against each other and his breath ever so close to my face.

“i’m so in love with you, beomgyu.”

warm kisses are exchanged, breaths so shallow. our love blossomed between old books and autumn breezes.

© gyuletters, 2023.

do not repost it.

[illegal-heartbreaker]

Heyyyy first, I want to say that I love your writing!!!

I saw this prompt in tiktok and I thought that it's kinda cute. I'm not sure if you do Larissa Weems x Reader x Marilyn Thornhill though but anyway.

Larissa and Marilyn are together. One time they're talking about how they're struggling to get a baby in their relationship. A baby as in another person they can be in a poly relationship with. Reader heard this but they thought baby like as in a child. So being close with the two, she offered advice and told them that they can help them if they needed it. Larissa and Marilyn just looked at each other and they both agreed to pursue reader and get them as their baby. It's up to you how it goes, it's totally fine if you don't write this! Thank youuu

Innocent Offer {l. weems & m. thornhill}

summary: req above !

relationship: larissa weems x fem!reader x marilyn thornhill

extra/warning: this req is so cute 😭

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You had sat on the couch in the corner of the staff room at the start of the second break and since then everyone had left to go to their next periods. You were mindlessly scrolling through your instagram when two figures walk in oblivious to that fact that you were there as well. Looking back down at your phone, you move closer to the two ladies wanting to hear what they were talking about.

"Larissa! We've tried so many times to get one, don't you just want to give up?" You looked over at the two, Larissa was scrolling through her phone whilst Marilyn had her head rested on the table.

"Trust me darling," she placed her phone down and gave Marilyn a comforting hug whilst you watched. "We will get one for our own, just have some patience." Thats when it hit you, they were trying to get a baby. Watching the two of them from your corner, you couldn't help but feel bad for the two, they deserved the world after everything they had done to help you over the years that you had worked here and now you had the opportunity to return the favour by being their surrogate. You walk over to the two and sit down across from them.

"Y/N?? How long have you been here?" Larissa looks at you in shock, making her partner raise her head to look at you.

"Long enough to hear your issue," You start not noticing the look of horror the both shared. "I understand how terrible it is too feel this way, my parents had the same issue. If it makes you feel any better I'd gladly do it for you. Think about it, and get back to me but for now I really need to get ready for my next class." and with that you stand back up and leave the room, leaving the other two speachless.

"You think she really means that?" Marilyn asks looking at her girlfriend in pure shock, already knowing that she wants you.

"Well, I really hope so otherwise I don't know what she means." A hum is the response, "But you need to go to your next class otherwise you'll be late. Let me deal with this new information for now." She finishes kissing Marilyns head softly, sighing as she watched her other half leave the staff room.

Larissa knew that her Marilyn wanted you and she couldn't deny that she thought you were attractive. Somehow she had landed herself at the door of your classroom, just able to make out you at the front of the classroom. Slipping into the classroom, she is able to stay at the back without being noticed. Watching for a few minutes before sitting down next to one of the students who quickly sat up straighter amusing Larissa.

"Can anyone tell me what Crackstones goal was?" You ask the class spontaneously, looking around for someone to answer. No hands raised and just as you were about to say it yourself a hand goes up in the back. Nodding relieved that someone was paying attention.

"He wanted the world rid of Outcasts, and it seems he failed miserably." The voice who answers makes you freeze in your tracks.

"Principal Weems? What are you doing here?" If students weren't already paying attention they were now, craning their necks to look at their Principal.

"Came to check on how you were doing. Am I not allowed to do that anymore?"

"I- of course you can! It's just you've never come to my class before." You point out causing a few students to laugh, looking down at your watch to check the time realising that there was ten minutes left. Allowing the students to leave early you walk around your desk to your cupboard

"Y/N, Did you really mean what you said earlier?" Your boss asks, as she looks down at your figure which is bent over looking for something.

"Of course! You and Marilyn deserve a child and I'd be honoured to be able to help." You smile, but it drops the moment you see Larissa's face go from curiosity to surprise. "You meant a child right?"