#like.... dear lord... this show means the world to me

[uglypastels]

ohh we are so back baby.

legit do not remember the last time i properly sat down to read a fic so you bet your ass i enjoyed it and here's the proof-

You should’ve left as soon as your job was done

- applicable to any job, ever.

“Or what I’m capable of. Maybe I need to show you.”

- hottest thing a man has ever said. prove me wrong. i´ll wait.

Before you’d had the chance to put your phone away there was a deathly grip on your shoulder.

- oh shit oh shit oh shit ('m so living for this rn)

“I like how it feels. The strength, I mean. I can see why people get addicted to power .”

- you made him sound even hotter. damn

also, the implications of this fic that inbetween getting killed off by val and nearly destroying all of midtown, bob had a quickie with the hairdresser is fucking hilarious, if not slightly concerning. and actually, as I'm saying this, the only thing i can think of is:

“I’m not going to talk. I’ll show you. Prove to the world that I’m a god .” He held you close as he flew to the wall of windows overlooking the city. He pushed you against the window, breasts squishing against the glass with the force he was using.

“Let them see. Let them see what I can do to anybody who gets in my way, who dares to tell me what to do.”

He slowly pulled out and you were finally able to turn around and take him in. His features were mostly invisible, except for the eyes. They were still glowing. 

- no but imagine cumming and that being the first thing you see after. actual nightmare fuel. dear lord help her.

so those were some of my thoughts throughout, or the ones i could make somewhat coherent because holy fuck girl. you are insane, and i mean that as the deepest compliment. can't wait what else you got in store for Blob (Blond Bob) <3

It's Not Just About The Hair | Dark!Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x Reader

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: You were only meant to dye one guy's hair and get out. How'd you get tangled into this mess? The shadows are creeping and taking over his body, while he is slowly taking over yours.

Contents: NON/DUB-CON, NO Y/N, afab!Reader, reader has hair that is long enough to grip, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, filming, exhibitionism, sex against the window, choking, coming inside, no aftercare, if I missed any warnings please let me know!

3.3K words

uhm so this is not really for the faint hearted sorry not sorry I needed this off my chest. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION PLEASE!!

You should’ve left as soon as your job was done. You should’ve stayed out of Val’s way after she was done with you. Why had you lingered?? 

Okay, maybe you were curious. Could anybody blame you? It’s not every day you get called out to the former Stark/Avengers Tower to dye one dude’s hair for a ridiculous amount of money. Hey, maybe she’d want a touch-up, herself? 

So here you were, hiding under the counter of a bar, waiting for the fighting to be over. The big red guy had already been thrown against the wall you were opposite of. It would only be a matter of time before somebody discovered your hiding place. You were peeking through the crack between the counter and the base of the bar to find a good time to run. 

You saw the young blonde run at Sentry, wrapping her legs around him and tasing his neck. Sentry flew himself to the roof, crushing her against it and dropping her to the floor. Sentry was attacked by the masked woman, along with the knockoff Captain America. 

Red Guardian picked up a barstool, preparing to throw it at Sentry, who’s name was apparently Bob, short for Robert. The guy who’s hair you’d just dyed. So not worth the money. Alexei ran to throw the stool, but was cut off when Sentry ripped the entirety of the bar off the floor and threw it against him. 

Fuck. The countertop had been ripped straight from your fingertips. Parts of the base had cut your fingers, neck and face where it had been roughly yanked out of the floor. 

While the others were distracted, still fighting, you ran behind the next best thing, the column of the stairs. You tried to catch your breath and prayed to whichever god would listen that nobody had seen you. You didn’t dare look at the sound of more commotion. You heard several punches, before they were interrupted by the sound of a mechanical malfunction and bending of metal. Bucky’s metal arm had been ripped straight off him, hit him in his own face and thrown behind him like a piece of garbage. 

The vigilante’s quickly went for the elevator, but not before Val came back from wherever she’d been hiding to give them a monologue. “I’m so glad you were able to catch a glimpse before your, uh, retirement.” 

“Camera crews are assembling. Finish the job, Robert.” Val instructs. You hear the elevator doors close. 

“Finish the job? No.” Robert replied. 

“What?” 

“They’re not a threat to me, so, why do I need to kill them?” 

“You need to do what I say, Robert.” Val’s tone was threatening. 

“Why?” 

“WHY?” Val sounded appalled that he’d even dare ask. 

They argued some more. You looked around for an exit, but besides the elevator, your only hope would be the very open stairs they’d no doubt see you on. You could only hope they’d leave sometime soon so you could get the hell out of there. 

“It needs to be more of a collaboration. The hair for example. Maybe I should’ve had more say.” 

“Don’t let those idiots get in your head. The blonde is great.” Thank you, Val, I did the best I could. 

“You sure? I don’t know, I thought I liked it but now I’m not so sure.” 

“That’s enough about the hair.” 

“It’s not just about the hair.” 

“Well you keep talking about the hair.” 

“No it’s everything! My suit, my name, my missions, I mean.. Why would a god take orders from anyone at all?” 

“I think you’re throwing around the word ‘god’ a bit loosely there.” 

“No, no, because you said I was all powerful, invincible and stronger than a whole team of Avengers, which includes at least one god, so..” Robert trailed off, letting Val fill in the blanks. 

“But I’m starting to think, maybe, you don’t know what I am,” he spoke when she didn’t reply. His words were laced with an underlying tone of malice. 

“Oh, goddamnit” Val spoke under her breath. 

“Or what I’m capable of. Maybe I need to show you.” 

“This is SO… irritating.” Val clicks something behind her back, but it doesn’t seem to work. Sentry grabs her by the throat and flies her against the wall. You slap a hand over your mouth to stifle a gasp. 

“You were gonna turn on me. Just like the rest of them.” 

“I’m not afraid of you, Robert.” 

You see Mel creeping towards them. She sees you, too. She looks confused at your presence, but doesn’t have time to worry about it right now. 

“It’s not Robert you need to be afraid of.” Sentry says as he starts choking Val tighter. Mel picks up whatever Val was holding and points it to the man basked in gold, clicking it in desperation. Sentry immediately falls to the floor, in turn dropping Val. 

“Good girl.” Val says as she sees Mel. “ You came to your senses. Come here help me up.” Mel helps Val off the floor and they scurry away. Mel sends you one last look before deciding it’s not worth her time to worry about you. 

“I want a raise,” Mel says as they walk to the elevator. “Okay, fine. Get cleanup on the body and tell Holt it’s finally time to go lethal on these losers.” The elevator leaves and suddenly, the penthouse is awfully quiet. 

You count to 10 before deciding it’s safe to leave. Cleanup would be here soon and you did not want to be stuck here any longer. You crept towards the elevator, hoping Val and Mel had gone down far enough you wouldn’t run into them again. 

Just as you’re about to press the button for the elevator, your phone buzzes with a notification. 

Bought you some time to get out. Cleanup won’t be there for at least 20 minutes. Get out NOW. 

It was Mel. Fucking Mel who’d roped you into this in the first place. It’s easy money, she’d said. One bleach job + I’ll owe you, her texts had read. Yeah, right. 

Before you’d had the chance to put your phone away there was a deathly grip on your shoulder. You tensed and slowly turned to look at its owner, who you’d up until now presumed to be dead. 

  You gave him a quick once over. His eyes were glowing. You couldn’t read the expression on his face. Shadows seemed to be gathering at his feet, ever so slowly creeping up his skin. He brought his other hand up to your other shoulder, turning you to face him. Your knees trembled as you tried to stand still, every nerve in your body yelling at you to RUN. There was something wrong with him. You weren’t a threat. Hadn’t he just used that excuse to not go after the others? 

His right hand slowly went down to your waist, his left traced your shoulder up to your neck. As soon as his bare hand made contact with your skin, no longer on your shirt, you were doused in a memory.  A horrible memory from your past that rattled you to your bones, leaving you breathless. 

No time seemed to have passed as he held you tightly, grip likely bruising. “Where is she?” Sentry spoke for the first time. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything, I’m not even supposed to be here,” you stammered. 

“Don’t LIE to me,” Robert yelled, making you flinch. “You work for her. For Val. Now tell me where she went.” 

“I promise, I don’t work for her. It was just a one off thing. I don’t know where she went!” His fingers slowly traced to the other side of your neck, encircling it with his hand. He brought his face closer to yours, inhaling deeply. He let go of your waist to brush your hair away from your face and leaned in to whisper in your ear. 

“You’re gonna regret lying to me. Val might’ve gotten away, but I’ll show her, show you exactly what I can do.” His grip on your throat tightened, cutting off your air supply. Your hands shot up to his wrist, clawing at it to get it off. 

A dark chuckle left his lips, the shadows still slowly creeping up his thighs. You tried kicking at him to get him to let go, but it was useless. “I’m not… with… Val…” you managed to choke out. 

“Did she or did she not pay you to change up my look? I think that’s the basic definition of working for someone, don’t you?” He loosened his grip on your throat, moving to hold your chin and run his thumb over your bottom lip as you tried to catch your breath. There was a hunger in his gaze that hadn’t been there before. 

“I wasn’t this strong before,” he mumbled. He fisted your hair and tugged it your head backwards harshly. 

“I like how it feels. The strength, I mean. I can see why people get addicted to power.” You had no choice but to look him in the eyes, his grip on your hair unrelenting. His other hand went back to your waist as he tugged your body against his. The hard metal of his belt dug into your skin. He brought his lips to your neck, mouthing at your jugular. You squeezed your eyes shut, begging for someone to come in and save you. 

He was losing himself, losing control. The shadow had made its way to his waist, creeping higher and higher the longer he held you. You could only help it stopped once it had consumed him, leaving you be. It couldn’t be anything good.

He let go of your hair, bringing both hands to your hips and sliding them up your shirt. You froze, holding your breath and waiting for his next move. Surely, he wouldn’t. 

His hands moved higher. He started peppering kisses on your neck, feeling your heightened pulse under his lips. You tried putting your hands on his chest and pushing him away. “Stop, please.” 

“I don’t think I will,” he groaned into your skin. With a flash your back met the wall harshly, head hitting the concrete. His hands cupped your breasts over your bra, his mouth kissing up to your chin. The shadow had reached his chest now. It wouldn’t be long before it would take over his entire body. 

For a second you felt relieved as Robert pulled away, only for it to disappear when you realised he’d done it to rip your shirt from your body. “Robert.. It’s Robert right? Or do you prefer Bob? Please let’s just talk about this.”

He ignored your pleas and went back to ravaging your neck, leaving bruises down to your chest. His hands fumbled with your bottoms, but he quickly lost patience and ripped those, too. You were only left in your shoes and underwear, pleading with him to just talk. 

“I’m not going to talk. I’ll show you. Prove to the world that I’m a god.” He held you close as he flew to the wall of windows overlooking the city. He pushed you against the window, breasts squishing against the glass with the force he was using. 

“Stop, Bob, STOP! Somebody is gonna see!” You tried pulling your body away from the glass. 

“Sweetheart… That’s the point,” he laughed darkly. “Let them see. Let them see what I can do to anybody who gets in my way, who dares to tell me what to do.” He unclasped your bra and pulled it from between your body and the glass. You tried putting your hands in front of your chest, but his hands grabbed your wrists and tugged them behind your back. 

Your mind was reeling with confusion as both of his hands returned to your body, yet you were unable to move yours away from your back. He put his fingers down your underwear and you thrashed your legs to try and get them out. He kicked your legs apart, placing his feet besides yours so you couldn’t close them. He took your hands and placed them above your head against the glass. You wanted to close your eyes, but something was holding you back. You could only watch through the window and see the slight reflection of his golden suit behind you. If you could be glad for only one thing in that moment, it was the fact you were at the top of the tallest building in New York. The likelihood of someone actually seeing was small. 

He tugged at your underwear and you could feel them strain against your hips. He was playing with you. He could’ve easily ripped them, but he wanted you to feel them rub against you before he did so. He tugged them up, the seam putting pressure against your clit. You let out a surprised whimper. “Robert, please. Stop this.” 

The only response you got was the eventual ripping of your underwear, relieving you of the pressure, but leaving you completely naked between his body and the window. He moved behind you, the noise of fabric rustling meeting your ears.

His hands roamed over your trembling body freely, making himself familiar with every dip and curve. They settled on your hips, pulling them backwards and arching your back. You flushed impossibly redder as it made your boobs press against the window even more, obscenely on display for anybody high up enough to witness. 

You felt it, then. His length settled between the cheeks of your ass. He took it in his hand and slowly slid it between your folds. 

“So afraid… Yet so, so wet for me.” 

You wanted to deny it. Tell him to get off and leave you be. But he wouldn’t, anyway. He was right. You were somehow soaked. 

The invisible grip on your hands disappeared, allowing you to lower them and put them flat against the window. You tried pushing off the window once again, even when you knew he wouldn’t budge. 

“Don’t move,” Robert threatened. You turned your face on instinct to look at him. You could only catch a glimpse of total darkness over your shoulder before his hand forced your head to face the window once more. 

“You’ll understand soon enough,” he mumbled incoherently. 

He took himself in his hand and slowly pushed his cock inside. Without any preparation, the intrusion was tight. You winced as he didn’t pause but took his time stretching you on every inch. He exhaled loudly and chuckled when you gasped as he bottomed out. 

He put his hands on your hips and tugged you back against him as far as you could, skin against skin. He pushed you back against the window slowly, his length leaving you as he pulled his hips back. He went so slow it drove you insane. He pulled out fully, stepping back to look at you shaking against the window, not daring to step away or look back. It was only then you’d noticed all the lights in the penthouse had gone out. 

As his hands returned to your body, so did his dick. He set a gruelling pace, pulling your hips against his own. Heat burned in your core. 

“So good. See how good it can be when I’m the one in charge?”

You didn’t know how to answer, so you kept quiet. A slap to your ass informed you that was the wrong choice. “Answer me,” he groaned. 

You yelped at the impact before nodding. He grabbed your hair again, bending your neck as far as it could go without snapping. He continued thrusting as he corrected your behaviour. “I said answer me. Now with your words.” 

“Yes!” you managed to get past your lips. Now actual vocal sounds had left your throat, you couldn’t seem to stop. Moans slowly escaped, even when you tried to hold them in. 

“There you go, attagirl.” He released his grip on your hair, choosing to squeeze his hands between the glass to grasp your tits as he fucked you. He used this hold on you as leverage to move faster. He pulled your back against him and pushed both of your bodies against the window. His fingers were cold, so cold as they toyed with your nipples. Must be a side effect of the shadow. 

A low, breathy laugh hit your ears. Your eyes darted around to see why. You looked down at one of the other buildings and saw why he was laughing. Two guys, pointing, one of them recording the whole ordeal. You came back to your senses, once more struggling against his grip and fighting the pleasure. 

“Stop! They’re recording, let me go!” you whined, but even to your own ears it somehow didn’t sound as convincing as it had in your head. The breathless and whiny tone of your voice was contradicting whatever you said. 

“Good, soon the whole world will know about me. And nobody will tell me what to do,” Robert moaned. “Not anymore.” 

You were mortified to find you were getting close. Your fingers clawed at the window, trying to find anything to grip tight as your body was slowly overtaken with pleasure. You bit your lip and felt your eyes well up with tears. 

“Fuck… Maybe I should keep you around…” Bob moaned. “Show you off like a token of my power.” 

You wanted to come up with an answer, to defy him. “Ah- Please,” was all that would come out. What you were pleading for? Even you weren’t sure. 

One of his hands wrapped around your throat, cutting off the oxygen as he held it tight. Your ears rang as you struggled to breathe, blood rushing to your head. 

“Tell me I’m your god,” he grunted. His cock hit the right place again, and again and again. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as your orgasm approached. 

“Say. It.” He emphasised the words with sharp thrusts. 

“God,” you stumbled. “You… You’re my god… Fuck.” 

“One more time, like you mean it,” he teased. “Hmm and I know you mean it by the way you’re clenching on my cock.” 

You couldn’t utter the words, your mind jumbled as he toyed with your breath and pleasure. 

“Too stupid on my cock to even speak,” The Void laughed. He moved his other hand down your front, moving down until he found the missing piece to make you break. 

“Come for me, come for your god,” he demanded as he matched the rhythm of his fingers on your clit to that of his dick. Your hips moved of their own volition, chasing the high. 

His pace stuttered, his thrust going impossibly deep as he came inside of you. It sent you over the edge, all your muscles tightening and knees sinking as pleasure overtook your body. You’d never come so hard in your life. The only thing keeping you standing was him as the aftershocks of your orgasm worked their way through your body. 

He slowly pulled out and you were finally able to turn around and take him in. His features were mostly invisible, except for the eyes. They were still glowing. 

“You should thank me, you know. For allowing you to feel what true power feels like.” 

“Thank you,” you sobbed out, defeatedly sinking to the floor. The Void flew through the broken window he’d sent one of the ‘Thunderbolts’ through, flying above the city to slowly spread his shadows. All the while you could still feel the warm liquid spilling from inside you and dripping onto the floor. 

You only had a few seconds to make yourself scarce before a team of men clad in black with guns stormed out of the elevator. You’d scrambled together the remnants of your clothes and locked yourself in a bathroom, before suddenly you were dipped back into the darkness of your worst memories, just like the rest of New York would soon be. 

[mellowwillowy]

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

Yan! Sugar Daddy who fell in love with you at first sight in the cafe he often visited for his daily to-go coffee. He had seen lots of beauties but you were the first to catch his breath.

Yan! Sugar Daddy who tried to woo you, he tried his best to not scare you and subtly flirt with you. It took him a huge courage to approach you and ask for your number.

Yan! Sugar Daddy who found out you were still just a college student who was most likely to be struggling with financial issues, or so he assumed from how most of the students there were.

Yan! Sugar Daddy who took his time bonding with you before subtly offering an arrangement with you, a mutual arrangement of a sugar relationship. Instead of sex, fancy dates, or a plus one to those higher-ups events, he wanted your company all the time if he could.

You were wary and hesitant but his silver-tongued nature convinced you that this would change your life for the better.

While you were inexperienced in most of it, Yulian made sure to make you feel comfortable about it and him. The weekly allowance and PPM were enough to make you never lift a single finger to work anymore.

The more you spent time with him, the less it felt like an arrangement. It felt like a man treating you with utmost respect while spoiling you with luxuries you would never imagine to have.

But with such great benefits came a great price. You noticed that you had been seeing your friends less because of the attention you had on him.

You noticed the higher-ups never stopped sneering at you for being a commoner or his pet whenever you attended the fancy events with him as his plus one.

You noticed how you had almost less to none freedom, always heavily guarded by what seemed to be his bodyguards. Who was he and why did you even need this sort of protection?

One day you decided to trick his bodyguards with your flat-out white lies so that they'd leave you alone. They did not expect someone like you to ever lie and put them at risk so they left you alone.

All you did was wander around in awe, checking the grand balcony to go to the washroom as normal people would.

Yan! Sugar Daddy who was seething in rage when the bodyguards came to him, tricked by your childish lie. But there was no way something bad would happen with this slight mistake right? You were not his spouse by any means.

But oh did everyone know you were someone he fancied for the first time in his whole life. Part of his brain just tried to look at this mistake in a bright light and it backfired.

Yan! Sugar Daddy who had to be endlessly teased by his great-for-nothing cartel friend. He had to endure the stress of losing you and the risk of not being able to take you back.

It's not like the Drug Lord couldn't help him, it was simply humiliating for him to endanger you by not keeping a close eye on you.

Yan! Sugar Daddy who could track you down in less than a week and ordered a mass slaughter on the faction that imprisoned you. You were not wounded terribly but a wound was still a wound.

Yan! Sugar Daddy was just a confidant to the Drug Lord and an infamous lawyer. You only knew he was a lawyer but never the lurking threat of his other occupation. No wonder he was always wary of his surroundings.

How could someone from such a cold underground world have the heart to fall in love with you? That was what you thought when you woke up to his concerned face.

Weeks passed and it didn't take him so long to propose to you, for you to become his spouse.

"I truly love you, dear. I have never even once seen our arrangement as something strictly business instead." He showed you a velvety box with a diamond ring in it. "I admit, it was not the best approach but I thought I could work my way into your heart while profiting you with all the benefits and luxuries you could have from me."

He swallowed the lump in his throat, "I wanted you to see how capable I am."

Something told you that nothing good would come out of your refusal. And instead, logic swarm into your brain. You had been in an arrangement with him for almost a year already and had never even once felt any hardships.

He was nice to you, downright kind and loving even. He cared for you deeply and wouldn't hurt you in any way. It was your fault that you broke free from the barrier of protection he granted you.

With great fame and luxuries, came all sorts of threats. He wasn't disloyal like those higher-ups. He didn't belittle you like others would. He loved you.

Even if you didn't love him, you knew how great it felt to be loved by him. There was not a single loss from this arrangement which was a marriage, right?

[natti-ice]

Can I PLEASE have some Colin bridgerton smut? My man deserves it he's so overlooked by Anthony and Benedict that no one barely writes for him and it makes me sadd :(

Imagine you and Colin are on travel(or a honeymoon even) and he just ruins you on a balcony ofc you scold him for it but it's not like he would listen to you

Pairing: Colin Bridegerton x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+mdni, groping, teasing, clit play, semi public sex, p in v, creampie. (1.3k words)

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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You're standing outside on the small terrace right outside your bedroom of the chateau you've been staying at for the past few days, the warm summer air blows gently across your skin as you watch the sun set in the distance. Your week has been quite hectic with all the traveling you and your now husband Colin have been doing, he always promised you that once you were wed he would show you the world and he's done very well at keeping his word. The day after your wedding the two of you set off into adventure, stopping off in many cities in England before working your way through Europe.

You were amazed at just how grand everything was outside of your city, you had grown so accustomed to the high social life you were brought up in, it never crossed your mind that others did not live the way you did, and when you found out, it was life changing. In such a short amount of time you had learned so much from the people you and Colin came across, he's quite the tour guide, he shows you to all of the best places for food and always seems to find the most unique forms of entertainment. You were so grateful to have such a special husband, most of the other suitors were bland and didn't care for culture but Colin was different, he had a thirst for exploration and he wanted you to come along.

Though he loved to travel around and see the sights, he also loved to spend time with you. More importantly, time alone... that man hasn't been able to keep his hands to himself since you both said "I do", his hands mindlessly wander around your body at any given moment, the feeling of his rough callused hands sent a rush through your body and he knew exactly what you were feeling. It was almost if he got off on making you shiver, seeing you try to pretend you don't feel anything when his fingers graze the back of your neck while talking to some local about the price of fish in his small town really gets him going.

You were lost in thought and didn't hear the footsteps creeping up behind you until suddenly long, toned, muscular arms wrapped around your frame causing you to jump. You hear his soft chuckle and immediately realize it was your husband, "my apologies dear, I didn't mean to startle you" your heart was already racing because of his sneak up but it pounded a little harder when his hands started to caress your sides so lovingly.

You let out a soft chuckle and lean against his chest "it's alright my love, my mind was in another word" you say, then you feel his hands starting to make their way up to your chest, his large calloused hands cup your breasts through the thin fabric of the nightie that clung to your body. A gasp gets caught in your throat as you feel yourself becoming more aroused, "Colin, we mustn't do this out here, the staff will see."

Colin's warm breath fanned on the nape of your neck leaving goosebumps in its wake as he whispers "we'll give them a good show, lord knows this place lacks entertainment." Despite your protests he continues to indulge in your body, you look over the balcony to see maids hanging up laundry to dry in the distance, surely if the looked up they could see you but in this moment you stopped caring. Your love and lust for Colin was much too strong to fight.

He moved one hand slowly down your front and lifted the hem of your dress to expose your undergarments that were now damp with your arousal, Colin runs his middle and ring fingers teasingly over your clothed slit sending a shiver down your spine. "Mmm, you're already so wet for me. Just how I like you." His dirty words make you feel like the only woman in the world, the pleasure he gives you is unlike anything you have ever experienced and you know you'll never find anything that will compare. His fingers found their way into your panties and he begun teasing your swollen clit with the pads of his fingers, you fought back moans, you didn't want him to know the effects he had on you but he was already well versed in your pleasure.

The hand that was still on your breast made its way you your neck, he held it gently but firm enough that you knew you weren't going anywhere.

"Tell me what you want, dear. Tell me what you crave." He whispers huskily into your ear, his desire for you strong in each of his words. His fingers slowly circled around your entrance, giving you a teasing taste of what's to come if you just ask.

"You," you let out breathlessly, "I want you." He hums as he is delighted by your response and pulls his hand from your clit making you whimper softly with need, he takes his hand off of your throat to quickly pull down his sleeping pants. You feel his hardened cock against your ass as he pulls up the fabric of your nightgown, his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear and pull them down to your ankles. He spreads your legs with his knee and pushes your back forward slowly, your chest presses against the cool metal of the railing in front of you. He takes your hands and makes you grip the rail as he teasingly says "you might want to hold on, dear."

He lines himself up behind you and slowly runs his tip between your folds before pushing his length into your dripping pussy, your body shakes slightly as your senses are taken over by pleasure. He starts slow, rocking his hips against yours as he holds onto your waist firmly to keep you in place, his cock stretches you out deliciously making you moan softly. Your sounds encourage him to go harder, it's taking everything in him to not completely ruin you right now, he wants to prolong the experience to make sure you feel everything. Once he sets a good pace, that's when he starts to have fun with you. He snakes one hand under your bunched up dress and palms your bare tit, he groans into your ear as he pinches your hard nipple, "you feel so fucking good, fit so perfectly around my cock." You can't fight it anymore, you let your moans fly freely for the world to hear, you'll probably regret it later but you don't care right now.

You were certain everyone in the whole estate knew exactly what was taking place, your loud moans bounced off the walls as you came all over his cock, Colin was in complete ecstasy and couldn't care less about any onlookers. Let them watch. Let them see who owns you.

A few more pumps into your tight channel was all it took to send Colin over the edge, he groaned loudly as his hips bucked against you whilst his seed flooded your womb. He panted heavily as he slowly pulled out of you, both of your fluids covered his length in a beautifully raunchy mess. You slowly stood up straight and turned around to face him, the smile on his face matched yours as you both began to giggle softly. You feel so relaxed but you were still a bit embarrassed about allowing him to take you so publicly. "Colin Bridgerton, you are a very scandalous man" you say teasingly and lightly hit his left peck, he laughs heartily at your comment and takes your hand,  bringing it to his mouth and placing a soft, loving kiss to it. "My apologies, dear. You are too irresistible, I cannot contain my desire for you." He says with a smile and helps you straighten out your clothing before leading you back into your bedroom where he will most likely repeat the events that just transpired.

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baby : CL16 ☆

summary: y/n horner has dropped a new single. its a sexy and fun song. but y/n had broken up 4 years ago, and since then there was one superhit album with a sad and shady vibe. new year, new y/n? or new man? let's find out.

(charles leclerc × singer!reader)

trigger warnings: sexual intendos, typos (tried my best to not make any)

face claim: barbara palvin

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hi, lovers. i know its been quite a while since you've heard from me but hey! i'm back and my single "baby" is dropping on friday, 8/12/23. stay tuned for more updates. love you all always, i thank each one of you as i wouldn't be here if it weren't for you guys 💋

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christianhorner proud of you, darling ❤️

- gerihalliwellhorner WE are proud of you (the spice girl inside me is squeaking)

landonorris GO BESTIE

- y/nusername ILY DUMBASS

carlossainz55 all the drivers can't wait for this! (we all are disgusted on the inside)

- y/nusername 🤭🤭

- estiebestieee GIRL WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

- y/nloverrr stop....DOES THAT MEAN THE DRIVERS HAVE HEARD THE SONG ALREADY

- pierregasly 🤐

y/nfann YOU LOOK SO PRETTY

paddockclubb y'all wondering if the drivers have heard the song when i'm out here questioning reality cos CHARLES LECLERC HAS LIKED THIS POST.

it was the end of season lunch and you were kind of nervous as you would finally be telling your parents about charles and you. your friends were thrilled but you just didn't know how your father would react.

the heavenly creatures and godly people had given you a blessing. BECAUSE NO WAY IN HELL YOUR FATHER KNEW ABOUT IT ALL ALONG?

"you aren't letting him in on any red bull secrets now, are you?" your father questioned you. and you replied right back, with mock seriousness. "you mean have i told him how max cuddles his cats and how checo never stops talking about mexican food? yes dad i've kept that a secret." your boyfriend lets out a chuckle as you finish your sentence, squeezing your thigh below the table.

"aww maxie you're a softie at heart" lando teases him as max glares at you playfully. the brunch was a success and you just couldn't wait to get back to the hotel with charles because, oh dear lord. he looked absolutely ravishing. divine. sublime even. and he knew what was on your mind, the way his hands kept brushing yours, his soft kisses when no one was looking. you felt it all.

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fancy hotel but this is how we showed up 🤞🏼 liked by christianhorner, charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1 and 99,827 others.

landonorris oooh who's that hot man

- y/nusername carlossainz55 come get your child

- carlossainz55 my apologies

- carlaaaando EXACTLY WHO IS THAT MAN

charles_leclerc 🌟

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- f1wags WTF ARE Y'ALL SEEING THIS.

- estiebestiee if y/n and charles are a thing. I'M NOT READY FOR THIS 🖐🏼

y/nloverr OK BUT THE UPGRADE THO. from that trash guy 4 years ago to charles mfkin leclerc 🙏🏼

it was the big day. your single was about to drop today and your boyfriend was lying down on your lap, telling you how he would LOVE to tell the world that the song was about him. you agreed, it was about him. he slowly got up and wrapped his arms around your waist, letting his hands slip under your shirt.

"aren't we getting cheeky now, mr leclerc?" you teased. "oh we are just getting started, baby" he mumbles as he kisses down your neck. and just like that, he made your big day much more special by his, let's say, needy touches.

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"baby" out now on all platforms! enjoy streaming. sending kisses 💋 liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris, lewishamilton and 288,718,123 others.

y/nfannn "baby, baby, do i taste like candy, sugarcoated he says i'm the most sweet" UM GUYS????? I'M NOT OK 🖐🏼

landonorris great song ig 🙄

- y/nusername oh cmon we all know you love it

lewishamilton great job, sis. got a sick beat 🖤

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f1wags GUYS. I'M 100% SURE THAT'S CHARLES' BACK.

- carlandooo RAH STOP I'M WEAK IN MY KNEES RN

y/nloverrr "i'm a handful but, that's what hands are for. pin me to the floor, treat it like its yours" SCREAMING YELLING KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR GN. she ate that up 🙏🏼

charles_leclerc 🤭

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"baby" is ab me. y'all can cry now 🤭 liked by y/nusername, arthur_leclerc, carlossainz55 and 287,112,123 others.

y/nusername i love you, baby.

- charles_leclerc NAH. i love you more.

- y/nusername shut up, i will kill every person who says against me, i love you more.

- charles_leclerc wow look at you making me all scared AND getting me horny at the same time.

landonorris UM. I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT.

pierregasly THERE ARE KIDS ON THIS APP.

maxverstappen1 why y'all acting like we didn't know since ages. anyways. *pretends to be shook* CONGRATS GUYS!

y/nleclercfan PARENTS 🤞🏼

lechairrr y/n basically told us how good charles is in bed by her song 😭

f1wags HAH. I KNEW IT. I SAW IT COMING BUT I'M STILL SO SHOOK RN?????

scuderiaferrari red looks good on you guys ❤️

the end ♡

[thegroundsofbrooklyn]

my babies 🥹

cause crazy is perfect and fucked up is perfect so i will be perfect...

[sparklystarrrr]

Dear Fae~

Synopsis: Reader pines after Sebek and tries to gain his attention as much as they can… in a few different ways…

Contains: Sebek Z. x Gn! Reader, jealousy, some cursing, can u tell I love him, flips from (y/n)'s POV to third person POV a lot, kinda crack, lovely guest appearances from all first years (plus Lilia), hints of Jack x reader? (not rly they don't have feelings for each other), reader is dense asf

It was day one of trying to get Sebek Zigvolt’s romantic attention.

Although I just came to the world-crushing realization I had a crush on that big guy, I was going to do anything in my power to make him mine! First Operation: Damsel in distress!

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“Ace, this is kinda stupid…” (y/n) sighed heavily while crouching behind a wall peering into the next hallway. “Oh shut up, you’ll live, now when he comes past that corner you run and trip over that bench. Then you fall and hurt your ankle!” Ace said with pride like it was the best idea his tiny brain could form(it was). Before this, the two had scoped out Sebek’s schedule for the whole week prior to this and where he goes after every 5th period of the day. He would turn the corner at the end of the hallway to go to his potionology class. “Literally what the fuck…”They deadpanned. This plan involved hurting themself? Great Ace, great. The things they did for love… “Do I actually need to hurt myself? What if he steps around me, or even worse… Malleus shows up…” (y/n) grimaced. “You’re gonna be fine (y/nnnnn) stop worrying so much, its annoying.” Ace groaned and flopped himself on (y/n)’s shoulder like he was the damsel, in which they shrugged him off.  

Before (y/n) could say another word, the thumping of heavy thundering footsteps approached near the corner… The two sat wide eyed and panicked for a moment before Ace shoved (y/n) to their feet and practically propelled them forward into a staggering run. At this point tripping over the bench would be completely unintentional, but at least it would look a bit more real? (y/n)’s foot successfully got caught on the leg of the bench and they fell to their knees, effectively scraping them up. Not only was their ankle swollen and throbbing but they also gained cuts on their knees, thanks Ace. “O-ow!” They yelped out as the mint haired young man turned the corner to find (y/n) on the ground with tears in their (e/c) eyes.

“HUMAN, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS TOMFOOLERY???!! Sebek boomed. “RISE TO YOUR FEET THIS INSTANT!!!! LORD MALLEUS SHALL NOT SEE YOU IN THIS STATE AND NEITHER SHALL I!!!!!”He demanded and dropped his books aside, aiding the now beat up (y/n) to their feet. Their legs wobbled, one much more in pain than the other”Sebek… I don’t think I can walk… Could you help me?” They batted their eyelashes through the tears filling their lower lash and the throbbing pain in their ankle. This plan HAD to work!

They clutched their hands against the fabric of his blazer and tossed their head to the side as if they truly were a frail and fragile damsel. The tips of Sebek’s pointy ears flushed a light pink."Y-YES I SUPPOSE AS YOU'VE INJURED YOURSELF IT IS ONLY CORRECT FOR ME TO FULFILL MY DUTIES AS LORD MALLEUS DRACONIA'S KNIGHT!!!!" His gloved hands effortlessly wrapped under their knees and back, supporting them as he charged toward the nurses office. (y/n) turned back to Ace who they flipped off as a thank you while getting carried away by their knight in shining armor.

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Day two of trying to get Sebek Zigvolt's romantic attention.

Since operation one was successful to a degree where he did what we thought he would, we had to come up with a new plan to find out his feelings and make him mine. He was such a dreamy, chivalrous, handsome, and ohhh so attractive boy- anyways. It was off to Operation Two: Call Him a Cute Nickname!

~~ ”What if he doesn’t like it and he stomps me…”(y/n) sweat-dropped as they walked through the hallway, limping a bit from the previous operation. Ace hit them in irritation”YOU’LL BE FINE.” It was only operation 2 out of 5 and Ace was already tired of (y/n) doubting his amazing love advice. Deuce followed along this time but (y/n) wasn’t sure how much he could help in this situation… “Call him something cute, not what Ace said. Crocs would probably do the opposite of what you want.” The blue haired boy said rather wisely for someone so aloof. “Dude, Crocs would’ve been fucking hilarious though!” Ace whined at his idea being chucked out the window. “Shut the hell up Ace, if I could think of a nickname for you it would be some shit like Stinky Bitch” (Y/n) retorted while laughing. “Hey, I don’t stink!” "I like how he ignored the bitch part 'cause he knows he's a bitch." Deuce cackled.

"Should I call him, like, Sebby??-" "HUMAN THAT IS NOT MY NAME!!!" an erupting voice from you-know-who shouted. The three idiots jumped in horror from Sebek's surprise attack. In shock and horror, and using their self defense skills taught by Vargas, they swung their fist into Sebek. Before it could even graze his face, he caught their fist with his fingers wrapping around it."HOW UNBECOMING, HUMAN! ATTEMPTING TO ATTACK A KNIGHT OF LORD MALLEUS DRACONIA IS INCREDIBLY IDIOTIC!!!" He shouted, (y/n) swore they saw a hint of pink on the tips of his ears and cheeks. "I'm sorry! But you gotta admit, Sebby's a cute nickname. Don'tcha think, Sebby?" It could be categorized as flirting at this point they way they spoke to him, but that was too forward! This was just... light teasing?

"H-human... YOU'VE TRULY OUTDONE YOURSELF THIS TIME.... PROVIDING A FAE WITH A NAME RATHER THAN THE ONE GIVEN BY BIRTH IS UNFORGIVABLE-" "Well you call me 'Human' so... technically you'd be breaking that rule too!" (y/n) said in a tone that sounded rather cheerful despite literally being launched into the next dimension from the sheer volume of his voice at this new name bestowed on him.

"Ah, I see, you've bested me JUST THIS ONCE!!!!" He emphasized the end with a ridged finger pointing in the air. (y/n) noticed how their hand was still embraced in his leather clad hand tightly and smiled. "Does holding my hand make you more agreeable? I haven't seen you agree with me so easily until now Sebby!" That sweet smile of theirs made Sebek almost malunfiction. His face went a bright raspberry pink and he sweated profusely while ripping his hand off of theirs and attaching it to his side. "N-NO, THAT WOULD BE A DISHONOR NOT ONLY TO YOU BUT TO MYSELF AS WELL!!! THAT IS BUT A FIB HUMAN!!!!"

And with that, he sprinted off leaving a cloud of dust behind him. He had been pink from his hairline to his neck and they swore they could hear his heart beating out of his chest, plus the sweat dripping down his forehead. They turned back to Ace and Deuce who stood awkwardly"... Is that a win?"

"I don't even know man..."Deuce questioned while looking at Ace for input.

"Maybe? Crocs was PINK, my guy."Ace said, giving (y/n) a cheerful high-five.

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Day three of trying to get Sebek Zigvolt's romantic attention.

We'd rallied Epel into our shenanigans now. He was awfully argumentative about joining our road to success, aka me getting with Sebby, but with enough convincing he decided to put Vil's lessons in love to good use! It was Operation Three: Open Ears!

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"Jus' listen to him whenever he's yappin', that big guy needs someone to word vomit to, ya'know?" Epel said through his thick country accent. Vil had given him some pointers in love, listening to your partner was at the top five recommendations. It was known very well by basically every single student at NRC that Sebek was a TALKER. He would rant mainly about Malleus, Lilia and the greatness of faes, the occasional knightly training he does, and school. The real challenge was getting to sit down somewhere and let him rant to his hearts content...

"Ask him to study. You know that guy's CRAZY about his studies."Ace smirked.

''Maybe just go on a walk with him or somethin'? It's a lot easier to talk n' walk." Epel suggested.

"Or maybe... I don't know..."Deuce trailed after his two ideas were just swiped from under him. The four of them giggled over their lunches and ultimately came to the conclusion of... drum roll please....

"Eh, I need to study anyways."(y/n) thought to themself. It was like killing two birds with one stone, or in this context, three birds with one stone. They were getting to spend time with their future husband(who doesn't even know his fate yet), execute this plan to its fullest AND study for the upcoming test in Crewel's potionology class.

When thinking, (y/n) remembered they had the green haired boy’s number. Perfect! Just a quick text to him and then it would be off to the library to chat with him! If only it was that simple…

~ an hour later~ 

“It’s been an hour, he still hasn’t answered!”(y/n) grumbled at the lunch table.“Just wait, what if he eventually does?” Deuce placed his hand on their shoulder in support. “I’m literally about to text Lilia, AND I WOULD NEVER DO THAT…” Their lamenting caught the ear of said fae. Floating cheekily over to them, he spooked them with his scarily deep voice,”You want to message me? About what?” He grinned. “AH- uh… nothing.” They sweat-dropped, albeit it was obvious they were clearly needing to talk to him about something. “Dear (y/n), if it is about Sebek, I would say that scheduling an afternoon in the library would be favorable if a chat with him is what you desire. Would you like me to speak to him about it?” 

‘Oh… it was that easy?’ (y/n) thought to themself. “Yeah sure, if that’s not too much trouble!” they replied happily. “Oh (y/n), you think I’m so old that messaging the young boy would cause me trouble? Don’t be silly! I am a sigma, as the kids these days say~” He then floated off while giggling, leaving the four freshmen at the table absolutely flabbergasted.”Okay anyways… You’ve secured your spot with the guy I guess?” Ace was completely gobsmacked by Lilia’s new choice of vocabulary and the whole conversation in general, not like his singular braincell would’ve understood it anyways. “Dayum, ol’ man really did more in one second that we could do in three days.”Epel sighed while eating his food. “Whatever whatever, I get to hang out with him later!”(Y/n) squealed while thinking of all the cute outfits they could wear to this mini date.

~ time skip ~

Clad in their favorite casual outfit of jeans and a white tank top, (y/n) made their way to the library where Sebek went down isles of books in wait for them. He was early, of course. It was the only time (y/n) had seen him in such casual clothing too. It was rather late at night and it looked as if his training had just finished. His hair was down in contrast to his usually gelled up hair. He wore a black hoodie which was something they thought they’d never see. Along with that, he wore dark gray sweatpants and sneakers. It wasn’t like he was sweaty either, he just had cheeks dusted with a light red flush and his normal scent of musky and woodsy cologne. It was as if he didn't even spend his time training before this which (y/n) doubted he did at this point. It looked more like he got pointers for casual date attire from Silver or someone in Daisomnia.

Despite the reason for meeting up being made for talking together and studying, it seemed much warmer than that. Not many words were initially exchanged like a normal conversation, more like back and forth ranting and gentle thought out reactions. It was quiet between the two yet there was no silence at all. Sebek's previous tension in his shoulders was relieved. (Y/n)'s anxieties of how the 'date' would go subsided. The books picked out before getting discarded onto the table they leaned upon. There was meaning behind every word spoken. Sebek spoke of the greatness of Malleus while (y/n) spoke of the greatness of leaders in their world. Sebek spoke of the challenges provided in school and (y/n) brought forth how they hurdled the difficulties set before them. It was like a painting being formed. Soft and slow, but emotions in every brush stroke. Every addition of color added a new feeling, a new connection until they blended into a masterpiece. It was a conversation that stretched on till midnight, when the brightest star in the dark sky was the flame igniting between them.

Needless to say, this plan was a definite success.

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It was day four of trying to gain Sebek Zigvolt's romantic attention...

It was exhausting attempting to put myself out there over and over again for his attention. I wish we both had  that confidence to do that. I’m way too shy and he’s way too stubborn to ever admit he likes someone more than Malleus or Lilia. Whatever, it was Operation Four: The Way to the Heart is Through the Tummy!

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(y/n) really thought this was the end of this charade? NEVER. These first years all equally had something up their sleeve and they knew how down bad (y/n) was. At this point (y/n) was kinda done with them and this whole “getting Sebek’s attention” thing but they wouldn’t say that outloud, would they? It just felt like a bunch of ways to embarrass themself in front of him. At least they were okay at cooking?

“You need food to grow muscle. That guy works out every day to be a knight, he’s got to have a huge appetite, make him something good.” Jack said in his rather monotonous voice. He was someone who seemed a LOT wiser than the other three buffoons who decided having (y/n) sprain their ankle and get yelled at by Sebek a bunch of times was a good idea. “Yeah but, what would I make..?” (y/n) wondered. “Should I just make his favorite food?”

"Well that would be a good start, what does he like?" Jack said while grabbing a few pans and utensils. "He likes salmon carpaccio." It was the most confident statement (y/n) spoke in the last few days. There was no questioning when it came to the things Sebek liked. They knew everything they could about him and he made sure to say them at a volume every universe could hear. "Salmon carpaccio? That's a pretty difficult dish to make. You sure you wanna put yourself through that?" Jack questioned. "Yeah, I'm one hundred percent sure Jack. I wanna make him fall in love and nothing's been working. Do you think this will work?" (y/n) sounded almost exhausted. Why couldn't they just be in a relationship with him already.

There was such a yearning for him that nothing mattered at this point. No matter the dish, plan, or dilemma, it was a desire to be with him. This was a new type of love they'd been feeling for him. It was like a force to keep them going. "This'll work fine, (y/n). I doubt anyone besides his family's made this for him. Be like family to him." Oh... (y/n)'d never thought of that. It was almost like a breath of fresh air and clarity talking to Jack about this because he was the only one out of the freshmen who could lay out ideas that seemed genuinely thought out. "Okay... let's get to work then."

With that, they got to quick work with the meal meant for a knight. They quickly sauted the salmon and prepared the vegetables meant to garnish them. While cutting the onions, (y/n)'s eyes got so teary that they ended up accidentally cutting their finger without noticing through their blurry vision. Did every plan really involve accidentally hurting themself?? They yelped in pain and held their hand to their lip, trying to stop the stinging and blood leaving their finger. Jack's ears turned to the sudden squeal of pain coming from his friend. "(y/n)! What happened!" He rushed over from the salmon being prepared on the stove to them. "N-nothing, just cut myself!" Jack sighed and grabbed the first-aid cut in the cupboard above the counter and quickly pulled out bandaids and ointments.

"How about you just garnish it when the salmon's done..." He deadpanned while tending to (y/n)'s finger. Like many times before, Sebek's rumbling voice came from behind the kitchen door."HUMANS!! Is that salmon carpaccio I smell?!" His voice seemed rather cheerful like he had been waiting for ages to eat his favorite food again. He opened the door to see not only uncooked pieces of salmon and uncut pieces of vegetables on the counter, but his Human and Jack at the counter opposite of the food, standing close, his hand on theirs. An injury on their finger. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, WOLF!! YOU DARE PUT THIS HUMAN IN THE WAY OF HARM??!!" He sounded incredibly angered.

His sharp golden eyes slit like a crocodile's. It was like the lightning after his thunderous voice. His leather clad hand grabbed a handful of Jack's collar,"WHAT IS THE MEANING FOR THIS." He snarled while Jack grabbed his wrist."They simply cut themself making the garnish. Nothing more." Sebek dropped his collar and turned to (y/n), eyes still glowing with something that didn't seem equivalent to the fury in his voice. "Human, did this wolf harm you...." it sounded more of a statement than a yell. His voice lowered and so did his head, as if bowing to (y/n).

"N-no... Sebby, I accidentally injured myself trying to make salmon carpaccio for you. Nothing's going on."They seemed almost confused at this outburst. He's never acted like this besides when someone would dishonor Malleus or any fae. At their words. Sebek's face let go of the tension, his pupils rounding out once more. "Ah... I see. I sincerely apologize to you and the wolf, Human." He put a hand on his heart over the organ beating out of his chest through the fabric of his blazer. "I'll bring this over to you when it's done, 'kay?" He nodded his head in agreement and left the premise in quite a hurry. How odd? I sighed once the door shut.

"Sheesh... that guy was kind of jealous, don't you think (y/n)?" Jack said while getting back to work on the salmon, seemingly unfazed by the previous event."Jealous..? About what?" They wondered aimlessly. "Oh my Seven... never mind."

~ time skip ~

With a quick call from (y/n), Sebek was on his way to the kitchen to try the homemade salmon carpaccio. Jack wasn't there anymore since he had track and field practice, so it would just be the two of them once again. This time, he knocked thrice on the wooden door of the kitchen to make his presence known to (y/n),"HUMAN!! I HAVE ARRIVED!!" (y/n) quickly hung up their apron at the loud sound of his voice and opened the door,"Hey Sebby! Salmon carpaccio's ready!"

His eyes seemed to sparkle as you set the plate before him. He quickly grabbed the fork and with as much delicacy as a hungry croc, he scarfed down a bite, then went in for another, and another... until the whole plate was basically cleared."So, how'd you like it?" (y/n) asked as if they'd not just seen him inhale every single crumb. He had a pleasant smile on his face plus a pink blush on his cheeks,"IT WAS SUPERB HUMAN! WHAT A DELICACY! THOUGH NOT AS GREAT AS MALLEUS HIMSELF, IT TRULY COMES CLOSE IN THE RANKING!!"

"I'M GLAD YOU LIKE IT SEBBY!!!" (y/n) matched him in his eruptions of gratitude with a giggle, making Sebek even chuckle heartily, though he caught himself being soft for a human and tried to make his escape quick."AH, IT SEEMS LORD MALLEUS REQUIRES MY ASSISTANCE FOR AN ERRAND!! I SHALL BE ON MY WAY HUMAN!!" He said in his most passionate way of a 'goodbye for now' and made his way out."Come back if you ever want salmon carpaccio again!!" (y/n) yelped at him while he ran out as quickly as he came in.

All they could do now was dawn a lovesick smile while washing the dishes, thinking about how nice it would be to cook him salmon carpaccio every night and see that most genuine smile on his face again...

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Day uhmm... Five? This is seriously day five of trying to get his romantic attention? Damn... I really am down bad.

I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE. I NEED HIM BIBLICALLY- Operation Five: This isn't even an operation- CONFESS ALREADY (Y/N)!!!

~~

"Go on (y/n), he's right there. Jus' say it and if ya chicken out, run away right after." "Yeah, it should be a piece of cake, right Juice?" "Hey my name's not Juice, stinky bitch!-" "You guys are of no help..." The boys attempted to motivate over the phone while the terrified (y/n) laid in their bed. The four freshman who'd helped (y/n) before this all sat on facetime trying to encourage them to confess. Like said before, they were too shy. Sebek couldn't do it either because he was too involved with his devotion- Oh?

Suddenly the doorbell rang, awaking Grim from his nap. "HEY! Who's there!? Who just woke me up from my nap!" Grim shrieked in cranky anger. "Go back to bed Grim, I'll check." (y/n) patted his fuzzy head and walked to the front door of Ramshackle. They looked through the peephole to see some green and a pinkish-red. With a rather confused face and an active facetime call still on their phone, they opened the door. At the sight of a red Sebek with a bouquet of flowers in hand they shut off the call. "Sebek..?"

Before they knew it, he dropped to his knees and held the bouquet of flowers up as if an offering."HUMAN! MASTER LILIA HAS INFORMED ME THAT I-I *ahem*, I... Have some... F-FEELINGS FOR YOU!! I MUST CONFRONT THEM IN HOPES YOU RECIPROCATE THIS FEELING!!" His tone of voice was rather choppy and uneven, along with the fact that this was the first time you've ever really heard him stutter. "Oh my goodness... Yeah, I really really reciprocate those feelings..." (y/n) almost sounded in a daze from how surprised they were that Sebek was on one knee confessing right now. "THEN FROM THIS DAY ON I SHALL BEGIN COURTING YOU!! GOOD DAY, DEAR HUMAN!!"

He pushed the bouquet of (f/c) flowers into their hands and tried to make his last speedy leave before they grabbed the fabric of his blazer."Wait-" He turned back with his cheeks still burning red, "Thank you, dear fae." (y/n) spoke. They stood high on their toes and pressed a small kiss onto his slim cheek. Sebek tensed under their touch."T-THANK YOU DEAR HUMAN. I MUST BE OFF NOW!!!"

The young boy practically teleported away with the speed he used to escape (y/n). They giggled softly at his reaction and leaned on the door frame, sighing contently. They really did fall in love with their dear fae, and boy was he a cutie~

Little did (y/n) know, their phone was blowing up with texts from the first years who saw Sebek bolting through the hallways trying to get back to Daisomnia with a pink face and frazzled look. They all demanded (y/n) get back on the call and explain the situation that went down. This would be a long story....

Can you tell I was listening to Hozier while writing this (I was listening to Work Song in a one hour loop...)

[niby-skaje]

Emmrich shouldn't be allowed to become a Lich if romanced.

Okay. Hear me out.

Regardless of our personal views as a player/Rook on a subject of lichdom, I feel, given what we've learned, that lich lords of Necropolis should not allow Emmrich to become a lich if he has a beloved.

Lichdom is important. It is rare - so rare that Emmrich himself mentions that he was the lords' first living petitioner in a long time. There aren't many liches there I suppose. We only get to see a maximum of three at a time. It is not something to be trifled with, as the process is some high, advanced magic with the soul sifting required and the journey one has to partake - journey of self-discovery and learning to even be considered worthy. And then it still can go wrong. Our soul may still fail the final test (I assume it must be a possibility).

And then, the burden - the burden of knowledge, of power and responsibility that they have. We know that if we choose to bring Manfred back, then lichdom is lost for Emmrich forever for it shows that he cannot accept that others, those dear to him, will inevitably die, and that would mean that he might be susceptible to the abuse of power, as the lich we speak to states. Such power in the wrong hands could easily lead to tyranny.

But when Emmrich is romanced, he becomes even less able to accept mortality - this time not only his own, but Rook's as well. And while lichdom may take away the fear of death he's felt all his life (if in a healthy way, that's another matter entirely), it replaces it with something new - the fear of losing his love. And not just fear - the knowledge, the certainty, that Rook WILL die. If not now, then someday, in twenty, maybe forty years. But it will. It is as certain as life and death itself.

And Emmrich has waited so long for the love of his life! Even if we omit all the banter and all the little things in the game, he himself tells us that we are the best thing that has ever happened to him. Most magnificent, in his own words. And from the little bits here and there we get to know that he longed for that kind of love all his life.He has turned to other things, to the pursuit of knowledge and immortality, because he has given up hope - only for love to find him so late, right on the doorstep of his lichdom. He accepts it, he allows himself to be swayed by that love, he immerses himself in it completely, like a besotted fool (again, in his own words).

With all that, we know that once the time comes, he cannot and will not let Rook go. He may have slight doubts and we may talk to him about it, but we know that he cannot really choose and in the end he refuses to do so, assuring us that his love will be unchanged even as a lich. But that is not true, for now his love is different, as he now knows that we will be parted and he will remain. The dread he's felt all his life now changes its target, and the love and the fear become so intertwined, so painful, in a way he didn't even expect.

Very, very dangerous for someone with such immense power.

And then, after being trapped in the Fade he tells us that he will allow nothing to part us again. "Not in this, nor any other world". He will find a way, no matter the cost. Even as a lich, though some of his senses may be altered or dulled, he still feels, the emotions still flow within him as they did when he was mortal, perhaps even more so. He loves Rook more than anything in the world, he dreads the time when they will be separated, he dreads how he would go on without them, how he would mourn them for eternity... though now he has all the power and knowledge and time of the lich. He may be able to find a way - even if it is an abuse of the responsibility of his new position. He is blinded by love, even in a state that should transcend all things mortal.

Lich lords are not supposed to care about themselves, for they are meant to serve the Necropolis, to thwart any dangers outside of mortals' grasps, they are to guide and protect. A higher purpose, not of the flesh and the heart, but of wisdom and reason.

With all that in mind, with all the potential for abuse of power he is given, I cannot fathom how the lich lords could entrust such power to romanced Emmrich - or anyone else, for that matter, who is unwilling to sever their ties with the mortal world once and for all. For me, there should be no doubt that to ascend as a lich, one must shed all mortal ties, whatever they may be - and that includes love.

Emmrich's obligatory tax.

[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (16) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n the isms of a long-distance, working couple i'm back!!! this was supposed to be published in july my bad y'all i got busy :)

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selinabui happy birthday to the best cousin i could've asked for. thanks for being some racing-obsessed weirdo, for playing video games with me across the world and most of all for once punching some guy in the face for me. love from: the more talented, overall better, most adorable cousin you could've asked for <3 (you'll always be the coolest older brother!) tagged: zhouguanyu24

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chrisyamada Surprise drop? @.selinabui and I are pleased to present, to our humble fans, a little collab we recorded back in April. Without further ado, enjoy 'Pins and Needles' tagged: selinabui

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selinabui "are you happy to be in paris?" OUI!

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tina_kim SO NOT OVER PINS AND NEEDLES I'M STARVED FOR NEW MUSIC

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kayla @luna_apocolypse · 1h tbh it's not super surprising that lina got sick; it's still cold in the northern parts and she wears mini dresses and short skirts for two hours in the evening; plus she's probably exhausted and burning out

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selinabui_news 📱Screencaps of Lina from the Empty Bottles instagram live. Get well soon baby 🥺 tagged: selinabui

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[djemsostylist]

The thing I love most about the Warhammer 40k Space Marine game, starring one Captain Titus of the Ultramarines, is that it explains NOTHING. AT ALL. This game goes "well you wouldn't be playing me if you didn't know what Warhammer was, right?" and they would probably be mostly correct except that no, actually, I didn't even know what a space marine was when I first played, way way back in the early 20teens.

The game dumps you into a world where you play as a Captain of the Ultramarines. What is an Ultramarine, you ask? Why it's Captain Titus of course! and Leandros and Sergeant Sidonus. Are there more of them? Maybe, who knows! What's a Blood Raven? It looks like you, but different colors, and there are also only 4 of them. Are all of the space marines just squads of 4? Did you used to have a fourth and he died? Are you an army or a strike force? Who knows! The game for sure isn't gonna tell you!

What's an "inquisitor?" Well, it's Drogan of course! The one you have you save! And he's a psyker see. (What's a psyker, you ask? Well, it's what the Inquisitor is! Is it the same thing? NO IDEA! Just keep killing!) Now, is he also a space marine? Hard to say! Are space marines big, or just people in like, really big armor? WHO KNOWS! Not you, now kill some orks! Why are we killing orks? Because that's your mission of course!

And oh, hey, you're on a Forge World, fighting through the factories of the mechnanicum. What are these things? Well, you're on them and in them, what else do you NEED to know?

My favorite bit is when the Forces of Chaos show up, and a demon rips his way out of the fabric of reality, and it's just like "oh yeah, did we forget to mention you might have to fight demons? OOPS! Well, they pop as delightfully as an ork, so hop to it!" and then they just give you a different sort of Really Big Gun you can use to get on with the killing. Leandros seems concerned, the Inquisitor and Sidonus don't (and who outranks who? The regular men and women call you "Lord" but you call the Inquisitor "Lord" and all of you seem beholden to a "God-Emperor" (and is he an emperor or a God, or something of both?) but the only thing that matters is whether you chose a Plasma Rifle or a Lascanon to get through this next round, so who are you to question anything?

When the Inquisitor tells you to "meet at the monument" you just do, even though the monument is a nondescript hooded figure that says nothing and means little (except that these people do have monuments to something, and is it a saint? a martyr?) and so you go there anyway because there are more greenskins coming and you are about to get a thunderhammer (and maybe a jumppack, though those never last long.)

There are skulls sort of everywhere and everything looks like some sort of outsized Gothic cathedral and the voice that drones on and on sounds British and clipped and the words she says are dystopian and strange but there are always more orks to kill (and demons and men who look like you but aren't you, and are they really men behind those masks anymore, spilling from yawning purple clouds and splattering the walls with blood before vanishing i a lingering miasma) so you just keep going.

At one point a man who is not a man offers you the chance to become a god, to become a creature of whatever form you wish, and you still aren't entirely sure what the ultramarines are (and who is Lord Guilliman and his tenants your battle brother holds so dear) but there is a certainty in your refusal, a rigid belief that you won't fall because you can't fall (and did the man who is not a man who offers you a godhood fall? or has he always been like this?) but you deny him anyway (because you can, because you must, because you are an Ultramarine or because you believe in something more?) and you fight and fight and fight and kill and kill and kill and kill and kill and bleed until perhaps there is no blood left (your armor is huge and cumbersome and the floor shakes when you land but you move with grace and speed and roll and dodge and kill and live and what are you even, really?) and in the end you have saved a world and when you say "More than you know" you mean it with your whole heart because you are human, you are, you bleed, and you tire, and you grieve and you mourn (but are you human, really? if you can touch the darkness and not give in, not turn aside, if men call you angels and demons speak of gods) and it all means nothing because men you are you but not you show up, men in black and white (they look like Holy Orders, Hospitallers or something close) and a man who is an Inquisitor who is not Drogan, who speaks softly but firmly and they take you away and Leandros looks on with fear and maybe regret (and you do it to save Mira, you think, her and all the others you died a thousand times to save except you lived, and she lived, and they call you Angels and if you can't die maybe it's true, or perhaps you love them, all of them, the men and women who look at you with awe and fear and love, and isn't that being an Angel, in the end?)

Anyway, I've played this game thrice through (easy, medium, hard) and read all the codex and I still, to this day, do not know what happens at the Siege of Terra and what happens to make 30k 40k, and I think that's really sort of beautiful, in the end.

[literatureloverx]

BSD men as Lana Del Rey songs

( or how their darlings likely perceive them)

I was bored… ♥️ The Nikolai part was really hard to write because he’s clearly Britney Spears-coded. Anyway, I did my best—enjoy!

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

Lana Del Rey — Sad Girl

“But you haven’t seen my man, you haven’t seen my man…you haven’t seen my man, you haven’t seen him…He’s got the fire, and he walks with it. He’s got the fire, and he talks with it…”

Lana Del Rey — Young and Beautiful

“Dear Lord, when I get to heaven, please let me bring my man. When he comes, tell me that you’ll let him in. Father, tell me if you can… all that grace, all that body, all that face makes me wanna party… he’s my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds…”

Lana Del Rey — Once Upon a Dream

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream… I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam… And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do…you’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream…”

DAZAI OSAMU

Lana Del Rey — Cinnamon Girl

“Cinnamon in my teeth, from your kiss. You’re touching me. All the pills that you take— violet, blue, green, red—to keep me at arm’s length, don’t work. You try to push me out, but I just find my way back in. Violet, blue, green, red, to keep me out, I win.”

Lana Del Rey — Ultraviolence

“He hurt me but it felt like true love… Jim taught me that, loving him was never enough…with his ultraviolence…”

Lana Del Rey — Smarty

“Who has the face like smarty does? Who has the voice like smarty does? Who has the choice like smarty does? Nobody, nobody…”

NAKAHARA CHUUYA

Lana Del Rey — Million Dollar Man

“Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you…one for the money and two for the show…”

“…You're screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man…”

Lana Del Rey — Guns and Roses

“'Cause you were so much better than the rest of them. Out of all the others, you were the honest man. He loved guns and roses, guns and roses…”

Lana Del Rey — Born to Die

Come and take a walk on the wild side. Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain…you like your girls insane.”

NIKOLAI GOGOL

Lana Del Rey — Art Deco

“You’re not mean, you just want to be seen…want to be wild. A little party never hurt no one, that’s why it’s alright. You want in, but you just can’t win…So you hang in the lights…”

Lana Del Rey — West Coast

“Your love, your love, our love… I can see my baby swinging, his Parliament’s on fire and his hands are up… On the balcony, and I’m singing, ‘Ooh baby, ooh baby, I’m in love…’”

Lana Del Rey — Gods and Monsters

“In the land of Gods and Monsters…I was an angel living in the garden of evil…Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed…shining like a fiery beacon…”

AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE

Lana Del Rey — Shades of Cool

“But I can’t fix him, can’t make him better… and I can’t do nothing about his strange weather… but you are unfixable…I can’t break through your world… ’cause you live in shades of cool, your heart is unbreakable…”

Lana Del Rey — Diet Mountain Dew

“Hit me and tell me you’re mine…I don’t know why, but I like it. Scary? My God, you’re divine…”

Lana Del Rey — Brooklyn Baby

“They say I’m too young to love you. They say I’m too dumb to see. They judge me like a picture book, by the colors, like they forgot to read… I think we’re like fire and water… I think we’re like the wind and sea. You’re burnin’ up, I’m coolin’ down…you’re up, I’m down…you’re blind, I see.”

[cathalbravecog]

final daily high roller before april toons! see you tomorrow at the show! ;)

did not expect myself to pull off a "fancy drawing" today, and yet here i am! sappiness below, i suggest my friends read at least parts of it! i apologize beforehand for how long and personal it is.

well by cog, it's been another year, hasn't it? i can't describe how nervous and excited i am for tomorrow! or rather. today. it's 5 am. yeah, this was a bit of a crunch. but i managed to pull it off!

i actually intended 2 smaller pieces (the other being frostroller/selfship based.), each with different messages underneath and meanings. but i guess i'll put a compressed version of both in here. it certainly isn't a massive dedication piece as my dedicated piece from last year - but considering how special this all is to me, attached to this piece - i'll use this place as my Ramble Zone. note, i am very sleepy. if this makes less sense, gimmie some slack! ;p

high roller is like the ultimate representation of corporate clash to me. bold, chaotic, unique, new... something created by the hands of passion. breaking the limits of what can be toontown, just for the sake of it! for fun! to create. to play!

and as we all know by now, corporate clash (and high roller especially) mean a lot to me. but i want to make this more about clash in general.

i never expected myself to get this attached to toontown, or this server for that matter. it's possibly the most intense interest i have had, staying on top no matter what. interests come and go for me alongside it, sure... but toontown i figured is just where i feel safe.

now now, i do have conflicting feelings about the fandom/community that i am vocal about. but by safe i mea just... this game as a whole. the characters. the toons, the cogs. the silly world. and most importantly, as cheesy as a big cheese as it is, the friends made along the way!

i can talk about how much an escapism and comfort media this little world is to me. but it genuinely would not be the same without my friends. the dear friends i made thanks to corporate clash. genuinely some of the best people i have met in my life, that i cannot imagine my life without now.

i cannot even begin to describe how thankful i am. and this is why i want my friends to read this - you!!! all of you. i love you so much. i know i can be a lot, but i cannot thank you enough for... just being there. for being my friends. for existing! you are truly incredible people and have helped me so much.

from being shoulders to cry or vent on, to someone to share countless laughs with, to someone who i just hang out in vc for hours doing nothing at all, to someone who will listen to my passionate infodumps. or someone to help me train drop on an alt. good lord.

i am sure i would have crawled out alright even without any of this. with just the people i knew before, and some other hyperfixation. but i'll tell you out right. i am so happy my life has lead me to these moments. even if it has been genuine torture at times. i would not change it at all just for the fact i get to be friends with incredible people.

i would have been a different person, for sure... and i am just so glad i am who i am right now. there's still so many flaws, but i know i got my friends with me. and it's all thanks to clash! all because i decided to play on a very specific time that allowed all of this!

and now if i may, i'm going to get a little sappy about high roller, as i haven't quite yet. i don't have much time to type left (sleepy.) but i have to gush about my f/o a little bit. obviously, i did not go into clash for high roller. hr happened after and was just... the perfect bundle of chaos and themes for me to get attached to.

i've been a little crazy since day one, but i've hid my feelings behind a lot of shame and fear. but over time, i allowed myself to let these feelings blossom (for better or for worse) and open up more. through this, and the support of my friends, i have learned to be less shameful and... be myself more!! do what i want. i have always been one for that, but sometimes shame just gets you.

high roller as a character makes me very happy, and is The Guy In My Head Who Comes To Me In Clutch.

i am very happy a character like this exists. who matches me and my energy. (or, at least when i am not anxious over something, and have energy. LOL. suppose vibes is the better term! :P)

representation for someone like me is... pretty scarce to find. i know many of this is projection but... seeing a canonical character who kind of just fucks with gender, is typically masc leaning, and is just... ALL OVER THE PLACE? CHAOS INCARNATE? CONFIDENCE INCARNATE? not only is it tropes i like. but it's also just... how i feel like? (hell, frostbite is a lot of those things, they are a flawed, extreme representation of how i'd like to be, and highlighting some of my good traits! while also just... being a fun character. Anyway.)

now i am not going to go into explaining my identity, and my headcanons and how that ties with the canon for... this non canon character. but just what we have makes me so happy. it makes me seen. i don't feel seen like this almost... ever. hr being the way she is, is very encouraging and comforting for me. and entertaining! (well. it is a show host after all!)

it is no surprise that with all this genuine comfort, feeling of being seen, sheer entertainment and his charming nature, i became infatuated quite quickly. if i was less tired i would have more clever words for this. but i just want you to know how much this character means to me. a lot of it IS just. difficult to explain Mental Illness Attachment.

there's one thing that is quite private for me that this character has helped me process, that i bubbled in for my whole life. it is trauma related so i wont go into it. but i cannot believe this is what did it for me. and yknow what? i am thankful.

thank you, clash, my dear friends, and high roller for... just dragging me through shit. keeping me confident. having something to look forward to. because god. life has been hell. unironically one of the main things keeping me going IS looking forward to april toons.

there's definitely more words i wish to say, but at that point i would be repetitive, and my tiredness and brainfog would be obvious. so i'll take care of myself and end it here! pat on my head for being brave about typing all this.

that being said. i love you, clash. i love you, all my friends i have made from this game (and all others!), and of course, i love you, high roller. cant wait to drop 10000 pianos on you. die forever 10000 years That Dumb Duck That I Hate (kiss yaoi sloppy styl I HAVE BEEN ADVISED TO NOT CONTINUE THIS SENTENCE

... oh, you're still here? well alright. you get something, too! have an early work in progress version of the piece!

[nanami-is-nanamean]

Hi. I have seen a nerdjo fanart and went a little insane.

I specifically saw this art--

and like LJKHFGLKJSHLDFKhGKLSD i know its satosugu or some kind of self insert bUT HEAR ME OUT OKAY--

the thought of a nerdjo nanago where GOJO is the straightlaced person in the relationship while NANAMI is the "bad influence" rough and tough bad guy iS SO GOOD TO MEEEEEEE

BECAUSE LIKE--

we all collectively hc nanami as being some kind of emo punk in hs or at the very least got into some bullshit during his uni/college years when he got out of juju tech and this is just its Natural Conclusion OKAY-- IM NOT INSANE BUT I WILL ADMIT THAT I AM GOING FERAL

Because like-- imagine a college au where gojo and nanami are assigned to be each others tutors in their respective fields (gojo with physics and nanami in economics). Gojo is painting this picture of a mean, money focused economics student that would rather look at the stock market than entertain theoretical physics, a subject that wont really affect his life before meeting him

But then they actually meet each other for their study session for the first time and oh god gojos never felt this gay before-- other than the time that gojo discovered he was gay, dear LORD he didnt feel that bad before KJLGSDGDL

Because while yeah, nanami did show up rockin the stereotypical hoity toity econ student fit-- glasses, collared shirt, watch, shined shoes-- he didnt expect him to be built like a brick shithouse, okay. And even as he fell back on his tried and true method of getting back into focus (which is breaking things down using physics to figure out how they interact with the world), even that failed because he started wondering about the physics of fabrics and how they didnt rip yet from such huge rippling muscles

He does manage to get through the tutoring lesson safely and, thank god it was the physics lesson first because if he had to sit there listening to nanamis voice talk about literally anything for extended periods of time, he may turn into a puddle. As gojo packs up, both his materials and his thoughts that are steering WILDLY into inappropriate territory, he resigns himself into being the fushiguros babysitter for the next 3 weeks because cleaning up baby diapers are the fastest way to get rid of a boner and he cant be popping those everytime hes around nanami

So imagine gojos surprise when nanami hesitates a bit before he leaves. "Are you busy tonight?" "...what?" "Are you busy tonight." "Uhm..."

Is this it? Is his 1 to 2 hour long crush discovered? Is nanami actually straight, found out his gayness, and decided to destroy him????

"...I noticed you didn't have anything down on your planner. A friend of mine got sick, so now im kind of going alone to this concert." "...Oh! Aren't you gonna--" "Sell the ticket? No, its... not really a concert, its an underground diy venue. its more live music in a bar, than an actual concert you buy tickets to. you get to find a lot of small starting artists. its pretty good." "...so youre saying is, there's no ticket to sell?"

gojo's breath hitches, as his deep chuckle graces his ears. "yeah, no tickets." his face is warm, and he has no idea if it shows. nanamis eyes tear themselves away from wherever they roamed and met his again. "you wanna come?" "y-yeah! yeah sure, im down."

he really fumbled the delivery on that one, but thank god nanami seems to like clumsy people because that just widened the small smile on his face. "that's good. see you 8 down at the lawsons?" "8 at the lawsons, yeah sure okay--" a nod, a grin, and he walks off.

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— NOTHING BUT ARTERIES AND DIRT (YOUR FLOWERS STILL GROW IN MY VEINS)

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PAIRING. prince!beomgyu x farmer!f!reader

TW. cursing. mentions of death/execution. blood and injury. slight violence. death threats. attempted forced marriage. hunting traps. hunting. mentions of animal death. mentions of parental death. alcohol usage. illness. incarceration. reader has a little brother named max. i’ll go in further detail with every chapter.

GENRE. fluff. angst. royalty!au. fantasy!au.

SUMMARY. choi beomgyu, the current prince and future king of blue hour grove, craves a change — something with substance. he yearns for something to break the monotony of his repetitive lifestyle, where he’s confined to the castle, preparing to rule for when his father steps down. all he’s ever known are books, proper etiquette, and unbearably dull balls and meetings. just a taste of something new — that’s all he asks.

so, when a chance finally arises to experience the bustling village beyond the tall white walls he’s grown to despise, he doesn’t hesitate to take it. now on the run and new to this unfamiliar world, a certain farmer piques his interest. as he breaks down this shield she has up, she begins to show him what it truly means to live. yet, with the royal family on the hunt for the missing heir, it’s only a matter of time before his dreams come crashing down.

MIXTAPE. soldier, poet, king, the oh hellos. welcome home, son, radical face. king and lionheart, of monsters and men. skinny love, bon iver. michigan, the milk carton kids. dear wormwood, the oh hellos. ghost towns, radical face. featherstone, the paper kites. wasteland, baby!, hoizer. the night we met, lord huron. white winter hymnal, fleet foxes.

NOTES. hello! here’s a little masterlist i made for this series. i guess it’s a series lol. anyway, everything is pretty much identical to each other chapter-wise, but i suck at making things aesthetic. sorry if it gets confusing. you can find all the chapters and such here. i might make a taglist as well in the future if you’d like. let me know what you think. <3

TABLE OF CONTENTS.

CHAPTER ONE. to be loved (what a sick feeling)

CHAPTER TWO. a healing touch (enough to kill me gently)

CHAPTER THREE. fragile mornings (shaped by your calloused hands)

CHAPTER FOUR. tba.

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Kissed by Fire pt 3

Summary - Amelia Archeron, the oldest of the made sisters, sacrificed more than her sisters would ever understand, and more than she would ever allow them to know. Now, they want her to sacrifice her one chance at happiness, too.

Warnings - Amelia was a prostitute, body insecurities, mentions of abuse, and the author's loose understanding of chess, but using it more as symbolism and foreshadowing

A/n - it's happeniiiiiing. Things are short and sweet to allow me to make a giant scene where Eris and Amelia meet in the next chapter, and we get to hear Eris say my favorite Eris line to her 🫠

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Rhys sat across from Amelia, a chessboard set up between them. 

He was ruining a game he and Azriel had been playing before he left for the Mountain, but he could not think of any other way to explain to Amelia how powerful and valuable she was, and this was a language the oldest sister would understand after years of playing with her father.

“Lower fae with minimal powers,” he grimaced at the term, “would be like the pawn pieces.” He held one obsidian Pawn in his hand. “They're able to move one space toward but can not go back. Lesser fae can sometimes winnow, but if they make it is another conversion entirely, and they will be worn magically from the effort.”

Amelia nodded. She watched as Rhys picked a bishop, “Low fae with more magic singing through them would be like a bishop. Larger winnowing patterns are possible but still limited.”

“Most fae who prefer to call themselves by their race, such as my illyrians, would be similar to a knight. Capable of larger movements and typically able to jump exactly where they want, granted, most would rather just fly, so winnowing is not a skill the Illyrians truly care about.”

“All brawn no brain,” Rhys smiled at her statement.

His hand moved to a rook. “High fae would be similar to the rook. Typically they're able to go wherever they like within reason, but the jump may be difficult and use more magic than expected.”

He ignored the king piece, the least valued piece in chess, and moved to the queen. “You, my dear Amelia, are the queen piece. There is no limit on your movement,” he paused, ensuring she was looking at him. “Through our world or into another if wanted.”

“Lovely. What exactly does that mean?”

Rhys smiled at Amelia, watching as she rotated in her seat to stare at the map of constellations he had charted many years ago. “It means you can lead whole armies into new worlds and territories by just looking at one of those strings that holds the fabrics of our world together. It means the realm, our world, can communicate to you where to go when you ask and you can get there regardless of the distance with less than half the amount of effort it takes for a High Lord to winnow from Spring to the Night Court.”

He paused, looking at the map with her. “It means you could pull one of those strings and open a rift to a new world. If they are out there.”

“And why is this such a useful skill that you all are now fighting about taking me to Hewn City?” Amelia clocked Rhys straighten slightly, eyes glaring.

“You've been listening to conversations not meant for you again.”

Amelia leaned forward, wrapped in that sweater that made Rhysand's skin crawl anytime he saw it. “Perhaps you all should not discuss someone like they aren't sitting in the same home as you. Who is Eris?”

Rhys sighed, leaning forward to meet her at eye level and show her he would not, and would never, be intimated by her. “Eris is Lucien's older brother. He is a heartless, cruel, and selfish asshole.”

Amelia rolled her eyes. “I've been around my fair share of bad men, Rhys. 

“Not that were over 500 years old and used words for warfare. Eris likes powerful things. He will see you as an object for collection.”

“Sounds familiar," Rhysand glared at her serpent smile, "You assume I would allow myself to be collected.”

“I assume it would be best to protect you and not risking him charming his way to you.”

“So, he's charming.” Rhys could help but laugh, watching as Amelia smiled too, the air feeling lighter. “I still think you should let me go.” She batted her lashes at him, watching as his chest stilled and smirked.

“You are dangerous as well. Batting those pretty eyes to get your way. Have you always been like this?”

“No,” she replied softly. He watched her mind go back to a simpler time, chasing a young Feyre through the market in fine clothing before going back to the night she sold everything to keep them alive. “I was made dangerous.”

Amelia stared at the scrap of the clothing Feyre was holding up to her. She could have sworn this was Rhysand mocking her, attacking her despite the period of almost friendship they'd had the past week. 

“I'm not wearing that,” Amelia curled into herself, hugging herself tighter. “That isn't even a dress.” The dress, if she caved to Feyre's desires and called it that, was surprisingly white. But it would cover nothing. 

Amelia had worn dresses like it before. Dresses meant to entice and entertain. Dresses meant for seduction. Dresses meant to flaunt. She hated them every time. Her mother and grandmother had beaten modesty into her, and her former line of work had ripped it apart. She had hoped in this new body, this new life, she could go back to the safety fabric offered.

Rhys had promised never again. He promised her safety. This dress wasn't safety. “Ask Rhys if there's something else I can wear.” 

Feyre's smile fell. “I am high lady of this court-”

“Then if it was your idea, I will remind you that you are my sister. My baby sister. Asking me to wear this is so violating, Feyre. I would never ask that of you. Regardless of my status over you." The one you constantly hang over my head was left unspoken. It was resentment on Amelia's end, just annoyance at Feyre's newfound entitlement.

“Do you not want to reclaim your body? Hybern took your human body from you. Don't you want to own what you have now?”

Amelia could hardly believe what she was hearing as she mentally called for Rhys, and he appeared. “I do not have to wear that to reclaim myself.” The High Lord's eyes were wide as he took the dress from Feyre. They were communicating silently between them, the female glaring up at her husband. 

“I had a different dress commissioned in case you said no to this one. We do allow choice in this court,” Rhys started slowly, taking Feyre's jaw in his hand. “If your sister likes this one so much, she can wear it herself.”

Amelia couldn't help but smile at the two of them. Despite her and Feyre never being as close as she would have liked, seeing her happy, seeing Feyre smile, brought Amelia joy. “You look beautiful when you're happy, Feyre.” You watched her sister flush and Rhysand smile wide. “Even if your mate is mediocre.” The male's mouth fell open as Feyre began to laugh, eyes sparkling at the sign of life coming back to Amelia. 

“Lia! You can't say that,” her voice was laced with giggles as Rhysand stood there in shock, seemingly too stunned to speak. “I think you broke him.” 

“Good,” Amelia kissed her brother's cheek softly before taking the dress, caving to Feyre's wants for once in her younger sister's life. “He needs to be humbled every so often. I will wear this once. Then, I want things that cover a bit more. We can compromise on design." Feyre sighed as Amelia kissed her temple, that once motherly love healing a small part of her. "I am going to freeze in this."

“What do you want in return?”

“Freedom for the night. No brooding male following my every footstep. No wings hovering in the distance. Just freedom for one night.”

Feyre did not give Rhysand time to fight. “Deal!”

Eris hated Hewn City. He had since he was first brought to the Mother forsaken place as a child, but now it reminded him all too much of that mountain. Of Amarantha. 

He wondered how Rhysand had the strength to be down or if the strength was just another finely crafted mask the male wore. 

His usual room had not changed since he was last here over a hundred years ago. Eris threw himself on the bed, allowing a few moments of rest on the dark sheets and blanket before he would have to get dressed into the fine trousers and jacket he had packed himself. 

He had no worries about Keir. Dealing with that male was easy. If he believed he was benefiting from whatever he was offered, he normally took the bait without question.

He had packed an exquisite outfit, smiling at the amount of his father's money sewn into each thread. He checked it over, ensuring nothing was loose and out of place before getting dressed. He could already hear the music, the laughter, and smirked, knowing he was late and would walk in while Rhysand was already sat on his throne. 

He walked along the palace walls, waiting until the doors opened before entering. Azriel was the first to spot him, immediately going to Rhysand and whispering in his ear. He felt those violet eyes on him studying him, but nothing mattered to Eris as much as what he saw. 

There, on the dance floor, was the most beautiful female he had ever seen. For Eris, nothing else mattered. There was no one else there.

It was just her. 

That beautiful creature, laughing too hard to be deemed appropriate. Smiling larger than she should. Dancing with every male that asked. 

She was an enigma, and Eris was more than ready to dive into every complex piece of her.

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Here, dear @bryverros just make me think too much about this lmao

So... Is Zuko Disney Princess coded? Let's see.

He's canonically part of a royal family, so the title is there, no marriage needed.

He has superpowers (firebending) and a particular ability his really good at (swordfighting), you know like Elsa with ice and Mérida with archery.

Another thing he has in common with Mérida is the fact he doesn't agree with his father about stuff and he doesn't know how to shut up about it (:

He got the evil parent AND the evil sister (at least Cinderella was adopted)

He talks to animals (yk the frog thing), animals trust him too (Appa), and he got a magical pet (Ruk).

He had an incredible glow up.

Let's say that Iroh is his fairy godmother, gives him good advice, helps him prepare for his dates and always reminds him that he is a prince even at his lowest.

He is fighting for his honor (I mean, if you told the guy he would get back his honor going to the matchmaker, he would've been first in line, doing way better than Mulan with the tea thing)

He would cry looking at his reflection while this verse sounds in the background "If I wear a mask, I can fool the world, but I cannot fool my heart".

Being Lee for a month show him that he was meant to fulfil his role as a part of the royal family (customer service/domestic work does that to people)

He got a love interest that fell for him with zero knowledge about who he was: his title or his past or real identity, so if you want to eat up the classic Disney princess romance. There you go.

He goes through the tantrums, emotional rollercoasters and "the world hates me" moments like a pro.

The change of heart moment happens to him as it happens to most disney princess, and it defines his destiny. So point checked.

He went into a life changing adventure with the first cute and friendly guy that stood in front of him (I'm not even explaining more about this).

He gets the throne at the end of the show (in this point we only got Elsa, and I'm sure Zuko also considered moving to the forest after being Fire Lord for a year, but his sister wasn't as reliable as Anna).

His canon love interest is a childhood love that ended up saving his life and that's so princess coded that there's no need to give an example, it just makes sense.

I think there are things I'm not addressing, but for now this is enough to conclude that... yeah, he is sooo princess coded.

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Hi! I love your posts. I would really like your opinion on what the hell is going on in the drake scene in the scriptbook?? I know it's also in the book but I don't get it in the book either? All I know is that Aziraphale calls Crowley "my dear" in it so I wish it was in the show!

Aziraphale is tossing a breadcrust to a drake. The drake pecks at it, then squawks, and dies.

AZIRAPHALE “Really, my dear, was that necessary?”

CROWLEY “Sorry.”

The drake returns to life, quacks and paddles off.

HELLLLLLP!!!1 😁😁

Hi there! 💕Thank you. Oh, yeah, I got you. 😉 Opinions galore on the drake scenes below. *passes the box of chocolates*

A drake, as we know, is a male duck, but the word also can refer to a serpent, a dragon, or a sea monster. So, visually, in front of our word-nerdy Crowley and Aziraphale in this scene? There's this duck-- this water-dwelling bird-- that is very, very Crowley, right?

And this Crowley-esque duck? What's happening to him in the scene? He's getting fed some bread by Aziraphale, yes?

Bread is bread, yes, but, in an amusing bit of Nightingales blasphemy here, bread is also a word that has also been used to mean all food collectively since that was first coined in the "give us this day our daily bread" bit of 'The Lord's Prayer.' And what's very obviously food in Crowley and Aziraphale's Nightingales speak, as many scenes, including Job's cellar and The Ritz, have shown us? Sex. One of the oldest euphemisms in history and Crowley and Aziraphale basically unintentionally started it with the whole Eve and the apple bit. So, anyway...

Bread is food and food is sex. So, bread (and all its built-in rising dough jokes) is a sex partner or a bit of sex. The bordello owner Mrs. Sandwich... Aziraphale "baking" four different kinds of sourdough loaf during the first days of Covid lockdown... "And the brioche..." in 1793... The Russian cultural attache's black bread was particularly sought after by the more discerning duck... and so on.

So, in the drake scene, Aziraphale tosses some literal bread to the Crowley-esque duck. Crowley, flirting, has the-drake-that-is-like-him respond the way Crowley himself feels like doing whenever Aziraphale feeds him any euphemistic bread.

The drake pecks at the bread, as ducks and birds do. A joke on Aziraphale's hilarious choice of the bird-originating peckish in 1793 as euphemistic for horny-- and, also, the fact that a peck is a kiss. Birds and ducks both eat and kiss with pecking movements so the-drake-that-is-Crowley happily consumes some of Aziraphale's bread. Then what?

Crowley then has the drake respond to the bread consumption by squawking-- the duck version of crying out-- and dying. Imitative of orgasm-- literal death as "the little death." This post has more examples of Crowley and Aziraphale using sex-and-death metaphors in other scenes. They are all more verbal innuendo, though, while, in this scene, Crowley's temporarily literally killed the drake in the process of this flirtation.

This is why Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets never stood a chance, you know. Shockingly, it has never once occurred to him to flirt with Aziraphale by finding a suitably wordplay-funny visual pun of a duck and then temporarily murdering it. Lacks a certain panache, Mr. Vacuum does. 😂 Unlike Crowley, who is just like...

See that duck over there that's just like me? Its heart just gave out, as mine still does after all these millenniums, at but the smallest morsels of your bread, my love.

Aziraphale's reply is a dry: "Really, my dear, was that necessary?"

Must you kill the poor waterfowl with your punny professions of love, Crowley?! Not that I don't completely love this but please undead the duck.

In the script, Crowley was to respond just with "Sorry." and bring the drake back to happy duck life. This scene, as you mentioned, is taken from a similar one in the book, though, and there's a little more there we should look at, too. In the novel, it goes like this:

Aziraphale tossed a crust to a scruffy-looking drake, which caught it and sank immediately.

The angel turned to Crowley.

"Really, my dear," he murmured.

"Sorry," said Crowley. "I was forgetting myself."

The duck bobbed angrily to the surface.

If you recall, when Crowley is described earlier in the novel, the paragraph includes this line:

And, whenever he forgot himself, he had a tendency to hiss.

Forgetting oneself can mean to act out in strong emotion-- and we have seen Crowley hiss a little when upset or overwhelmed in the tv series. Its chief meaning, though, is just to lose composure and self-control... which also can apply to a certain, other kind of situation where one might do that. Adding to that more innuendo-laden meaning, it also has a connotation of becoming deeply engrossed in something.

So, the scene with the drake in the book is then calling back to the "and, whenever he forgot himself, he had a tendency to hiss" line describing Crowley earlier in the novel. It underlines the innuendo by having Crowley say that he was "forgetting himself"-- on the surface, sounding like was lost in thought, but really referring to the joke that he, as the drake, was "forgetting himself"-- having an orgasm-- when the drake cried out and dropped dead from the ecstasy of consuming Aziraphale's bread. It makes one level of "when he forgot himself" being about when he comes, and then says that Crowley has "a tendency to hiss" when he does.

That "I was forgetting myself" line in the drake scene was likely dropped between the book and the script book because it existed in the book to call back to the earlier, written description of Crowley. That description was (as best as I can remember right now) the only other time it appeared in the novel. Skipping it in the tv series wouldn't have really impacted anything while having it in there might have been potentially confusing to those who hadn't read the book.

If you ask me why I think the drake scene never made it past the earlier draft of the script, though? I think it's likely because, if this scene had existed in the 1.01 St. James' Park scene? Or anywhere in S1, really? One of the biggest questions from S1 would have been why did Crowley kill the duck and bring it back to life? The audience would have figured it all out in big numbers from the start because more people would have been talking about it and, once you see it? It becomes pretty impossible not to see that they're lovers.

It's the fact that it's Book Omens and one of the more overlooked cut bits of the script that have caused it to fly under the radar. I think that cutting it from the tv series made sure that there was still plenty of bread-and-ducks-themed Nightingales in the scene without Crowley's romantic (?) temporary duck slaughter making it too clear to the tv audience too soon what those things are all about.