#m gonna die lads

[beneathashadytree]

BRAT - RAFAYEL QI X READER

Warnings : NSFW obviously, marking/bruises, somewhat rough sex, bratty sub!Rafayel, mean dom!reader, hair pulling, handjob, overstimulation, light choking, implied corruption kink, implied dacryphilia, one moment of nipple play, implied voice kink, mentions of masturbation, cum-eating, can be read as pegging or just regular sex because reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : nasty smut

Word count : 1.0K words of filth

Additional notes : I’d been waiting for LaDS to release globally for years, so forgive me for going feral over the men. Rafayel is part of the sassy man apocalypse but I would die for him. Also, I want him desperately.

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“I never said I liked this,” Rafayel managed to gasp out, though his half-hearted words were completely betrayed by his own body. His slightly-bruised hips pushed back onto them, practically begging them to push even deeper into him, and his hands fisted the sheets below him even harder, knuckles almost growing white as he tried to get a semblance of control.

Control that his darling would certainly not relinquish to him.

With a dark chuckle, they pressed their palm onto his sweat-slick back, keeping him still against the mattress. “Could’ve sworn I just felt you clenching around me, sweetheart.” Angling their hips a little, they drove their cock deeper into him, just to hit that spot that had him crying out their name and seeing stars.

A whimper escaped Rafayel’s lips, and with furiously flushing cheeks he buried his head into the pillow. They clicked their tongue in mock disappointment, a hand reaching out to sharply tug at his hair and pull him off the drool-stained pillow to turn his head to the side, pounding into him from behind as he moaned in desperation and pure shame. “Poor baby. You think you can hide your little sounds from me? That’s cute.”

“You’re awful,” he huffed out, still trying to put up a front when his thighs were shaking and barely able to hold him up, and his gaze that struggled to meet theirs was just as fucked out as his body seemed. “Really fucking awful.”

Arching their eyebrow, they wondered how long he’d deny how much he was enjoying this. His hole practically swallowed them back inside every time they began to pull out, their cock glistening as they slipped into him with an almost-pornographic slick sound. “Kind of hard to believe you actually think so when you’ve made a mess out of my bed.”

Their hand fell from his mussed hair to curl around his leaking cock against the mattress, beginning to fist him at a cruel pace. His pre-cum dribbled from his tip, and his hips jerked from the overstimulation. Taking him so roughly from behind and jerking him off simultaneously had him right where they wanted him; needy and wantonly writhing in their sheets.

Rafayel choked out a sob, his back arching as he tried to escape the burning ache of pleasure bordering on pain. How long had it been? Thirty, forty minutes so far? It was a miracle he’d stayed sane throughout it so far. No matter. It was always fun to see him brought to ruin. “F-fuck, ‘m not gonna last like this.” His voice trembled with every thrust of their cock inside him, dragging deliciously against his fluttering walls, telling of how close he was.

“Good. I want to see you fucked into oblivion. Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson or two to keep your mouth shut.” Their laughter in his ear was a dark promise, leaning in and pressing their weight ontop of him just like how they knew he liked it. His weeping tip made it so easy to fuck his cock even faster, their fingers feeling every vein and every ridge they’d memorized.

“Mm, ‘s too much—!”

Every inch of him was burned into their memory; framed into their mind as the picture of his wanton ruination seared itself into their brain. Rafayel was a beautiful man, there was no doubt about it—but for some wicked reason, they always found him most ethereal when he was marked all over his back and chest, tresses of hair messy, and eyes watery. When he was painted in the shades of his own arousal, he rivaled his biggest painting masterpieces.

The arm that had been holding them up snaked up his torso, two fingers teasingly pinching his nipple, earning a dragged out moan from his gaping mouth. Their light touches against his ever-so-sensitive torso had him pulling his lower lip between his teeth, trying to hold back his whines of annoyance at not giving him the instant release that he wants—an attempt they turned futile as they began to fuck faster into him, their unrelenting fisting of his angry red cock pulling a sudden cry from the back of his throat.

A knowing grin on their face, their hand finally found its resting place: curling around his throat in just the right places, with a slight dig of pressure. Both their hips flush against each other as they nestled into him as deep as they could, their other hand now making rough circles to the tip of his cock. His gasping breaths and shaking form almost stilled to a halt as they leaned their head right next to his ear. “Cum,” they whispered.

And the way Rafayel moaned and instantly spilled into their hand, like their word was a command he’d repeat in his head for days and have the filthiest dreams about, had to be the single most erotic thing they’d ever born witness to. Babbling rushed “thank you”s, “oh God”s, even one or two “feels so, so fucking good” and—their personal favorite—“love you, s’ so much”, he was the picture of obedience and submissiveness.

If they could file this moment away in their mind to revisit every time they’d pleasure themself in bed at night, thoughts of him muddling their brain and driving them insane with every time their fingers tried to take his place but never quite managed to, they would.

But all they could currently do was slow their thrusts to a halt, milking every last drop of cum from his cock as it jumped against his abdomen. ‘Adorable,’ they thought to themself, an amused expression on their face. Even after he shuddered and slumped against the mattress, they remained buried inside his warmth, addicted to the feeling of him around them, like they were made to fit inside him.

The heady scent of sex and sweat, along with him trying to even out his labored breathing as the dim lights of the room danced across his pretty, exhausted features—and oh, was he a sight to behold—were enough to have their core burning with the inferno of uncontrollable want. As they brought their hand up to their mouth and licked at his release, they hummed appreciatively at the taste of his raw pleasure.

“Maybe I’ll make it a habit of fucking the brattiness out of you.”

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[noemilivv]

Requests are back open woo! How do you feel about platonic Alastor and male teen reader? Like he was around when Alastor was alive, same time period? And reader would sell newspapers to Al on the street. Reader could be a an orphan during the great depression hinting what Al said in the pilot. Reader is a huge fan of Alastor. When reader dies he willingly works for Alastor. And dont get me wrong! But i would kill to see Alastor and Lucifer just try to one up each other about who’s kid is better. If you don’t wish to do this i understand.

yeah, requests are back open!! huzah!!! but this is actually so cute what the flip, i’m gonna spend all my time thinking about this now KAHSBBSNSBSBAB

i’m imagining this kid to be ages like 11-14 btw so i hope that’s fine!!

Warnings: None(?)

Alastor + M!Teen!Reader

“Hey, young one!” Alastor says, you turn your head to face the much taller deer-like man, “I need you to go run a few errands for me,” Alastor says, you nod your head enthusiastically, as much as Alastor wasn’t the most sane man ever, he was the coolest person in your book — he could do anything!

“I have to stay here, at the hotel, and handle some business, so be a good lad and drop this off to Rosie, off in Cannibal Town,” Alastor explained, softly dropping a medium-sized gift box in your hands, “If anyone gives you any trouble, use that small, cellular object to contact Angel, to my dismay, he said he’d take care of it, if worst comes to worst, contact me, I’ll have it on me, but remember, I only use it when I have to, understood?” Alastor confirmed, looking down at you.

You gave him a nod with a smile as you exited the hotel lobby and left off to your adventure in Cannibal Town.

“Heh, imagine needing a child to run your errands.” Lucifer remarked with a smirk smudged on his face, Alastor snapped his neck in his direction, “A reliable and trustworthy child at that, don’t mistake him for less than he is.” Alastor said, the grin on his face tightening at the ends in annoyance.

“Mediocre, at best.” Lucifer mumbled, did he really mean it? No, the kid was actually pretty neat. But after the fued Alastor and Lucifer had about Charlie, everything became a competition.

“My kid is so much better than yours.” Lucifer said, more confidently then before, puffing his chest out.

“Prove it.” Alastor said, his static getting more noticeable.

“I bet that squirt won’t be back in 20 minutes.” Lucifer proposed, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Yes, he fucking will.” Alastor said, his eyes darting at Lucifer, his smile still on his face.

It had been two hours. Two hours, since you’d left.

Alastor was moments away from beginning to pace, his grin was strained, and Lucifer couldn’t help but grin as the clock continued to tick.

All of a sudden, a small boy, being you, burst through the door.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Angel asked from the bar, his tone unreadable, but it was obvious he wasn’t upset.

“Talking with Rosie.” You answered, eyes innocent.

Alastor felt a bit of him die on the inside, as Lucifer snorted.

“She’s a nice lady.” You started. “She gave me tea. And offered me a leg.”

[painful-pooch]

*tackles*

Hiiiii my love! There are several things I’d love to see, not sure if I’m supposed to request more than one but I’ll give you my top choices and you can do what you want from there!

1. Bb Cass being his cinnamon roll self, I don’t know enough of the plot to request something super specific but maybe just him struggling on the streets?

2. I’m curious about Chevy, I know you say he’s a lot but if you feel like unleashing him a little bit go for it!

3. She’s not on the list but I will always take a Brumaria snippet hehe. Maybe some married couple fluff or Kane whump or angsty teenagers! Whatever au speaks to you atm

You definitely can! I am gonna do one post at a time just to not keep them long! So atm, it's Cas, then I plan for Whumper!Chevy, and then for Brumaria Fluff because it's so cute!!!!! I hope this makes you happy!

CW: homeless whumpee, hunger pangs, the beast, implied murder/violence

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It's been days since Cassiel has been able to find food, and his stomach roars so hard, he partially wonders if it's the Beast in there. He hasn't heard it in a while, and is glad to not have to deal with the dark voice that curses him at almost all hours of the day, but it does haunt him at night. It's almost like… He gets hungrier because he's going out and doing things, but that's not possible, because he's asleep in the same spot each night. "Bah, yer just goin' crazy, wee fool," he mutters to himself playfully, limping through alleys and following the colors of various sounds he has figured out tie to things related to restaurants and places that serve food.

He can't travel around on the street front or the police will arrest him for being a Shifter, and he can't go back there. Not again… His hand goes over his face, the scar that permanently tied him to Officer Rowan, the one tasked to bring him down and study him, train him to be docile, and deem him worthy to society. His stomach clenches so hard, the man falls to his hands and knees, whimpering from the weakness in his body now, his head pounding. He crawls next to a small alcove by a spigot and catches some of the water, drinking it and thanking his Mum for the small blessing, but it's not enough.

He forces a smile and curls up on the cold asphalt, feeling his body wanting to catch some rest. "M-Maybe de world wasn't ready yet for a guy like me, eh?" He asks himself, when a voice snarls in the back of his mind in answer.

"I always have to do everything. I'll get you food, you miserable host of a demon."

Cas' eyes widen for a brief moment. "W-wait, don't hurt anyone."

Laughter. "Like you have the strength to fight me, boy. Face it. You give in now, or you die. What's your choice?"

The poor lad feels his lips tremble, the walls around the alcove closing in. "No m-more blood. Pancakes?"

"Hmmm. I'll see what I can do. Now… Where were we?"

[penguin--person]

you love milgram in a way i trust deeply i love you ok?

hehee i love you too boss!!!! m. ... speaking of milgram... i told u i'd make an oc to replace prisoner number nine ya?? well ive made one!! hehehe... sorta... ive made a Concept... n i'm using this ask as an excuse to share her!!! i do gotta warn u tho! warning for suicidal stuff! so dont read if u dont wanna see that n no preassure to read it my lad!!! love you!!!

so! i first gotta say what i perceive milgram to be. to me its not real in the way that, to the characters, its like a dream, yea? its not a real place in their universe. they just. like. muu says that she woke up at milgram moments after commiting her murder, yea? with no recollection of how she got there. other characters have said this too i think, maybe, but maybe not, who knows... not me... but! thats what milgram is to me, just a mind thing. like once the three trials are over, the ten participants will just return to where they were before they woke up at milgram. because. they still gotta learn to fucking. Live after that. theyre not going to get executed, is my theory, if they get 'guilty' one too many times - they're juts going to return to the world, with now more thoughts on their murder(s) than they had before, and. god. theyre gonna have to learn with themselves! theyre gonna have to deal with it, yea? idk if that makes sense . with that out of the way, lets talk about aiko, prisoner number nine! aiko's murder is, umm. hehe. heres where the suicidal stuff comes in. her murder is suicide! 'but, penguin!' i hear you say, 'If shes dead, how come shes at milgram?' my dear reader, an excellent question!a aiko is only Half dead! the exact method she used to end her life was, slashing her throat, So, when enough blood bled out of her that one of her hands was being hold (though, not for much longer) by life, and the other was just taken by death, when both life and death were holding her, she got transported to milgram:3 'but, penguin! how is aiko going to learn how to live after milgram, as you said thats whats going to happen after it ends, if she dies?' no shes gonna jsut be. fucked. shes gonna be fucked dude. in milgram shes gonna talk to the prisoners and shes gonna find pals (sorta? ill expand on that in a bit) n shes gonna find that joy in life. but she'll be like, happy about it - she thiniks that milgramis the 'afterlife' . purgatory. that if es decides that shes forgivable, she'll go to heaven, but if they'll say she's unforgivable, she'll go to hell !! so. so. she can die happy or sad. or maybe she like, has a phone near her irl that she can then use to call an ambulance or smth idk i ahvent thought upon her that much . pretty fucked up, yea? heres my concept for her

this is like, the barest concept ever. i made concept notes when drawing her: headband + pigtals (hard to see but theyre there believe me) = childish, new to adulthood and does not like it - wants to be a child still maybe? coping through the pigtails/belt around neck covering sui wound, slit throat/ribcage sorta, skeleton = dead/long sleeves = depression/funeral sorta dress/Lace maybe? and this isnt there but her waist belt is fallign off bc shes hanging on by a fucking thread man. shes OFF the thread ctually she lost the thread everyone around her would be like "no whaddahell were not dead freak" . so she'd go to shidou (HATE this guy. id expand on this but this isnt a shidou hate post its an aiko appreciation post) n be like "Hi doctor. i think im Dead can you check my pulse n all" n hed go "Haha silly aiko youre not dead" n then she'd just, i dont know. i rlly want to project through her and have her dislike shidou. man she'd be besties with amane. because i like amane. basically shes friends with characters i like n hates on all the others❤️ personality wise shes like, a goofball, silly.. very much like a creepy little creature... creeps people out:3 shes silly like that... if u have any questions on her feel free to ask hehehoho! shes not that developed yet shes just a silly goofy idea

[dominiquethomas]

2023

Bitch I’m so solid, cut my wrist you gon' see concrete

Albums : 

Veeze - GANGER

Freeze Corleone - ADC

Soft Kill - Metta World Peace

Olivia Rodrigo - GUTS

bar italia - Tracey Denim

Butter Bullets - JAZZ

Paris Texas - MID AIR

Subjxct 5 - AM/PM

Sexyy Red - Hood Hottest Princess (Deluxe)

EBK Jaaybo - Sinners Prayer

Morceaux : 

Shygirl - Shlut (feat. Sevdaliza)

Freeze Corleone - Kpop

Charli XCX - Speed Drive

Rae Sremmurd - Not So Bad

Soft Kill - Paranoid (feat. Evil Pimp)

OT7Quanny - Run The Hood (feat. Leaf Ward & NR Boor)

Sexyy Red - Shake Yo Dreads

Olivia Rodrigo - get him back!

M Huncho - g.a.b.o.s

bar Italia - punkt

KrispyLife Kidd - Gall Dept (feat. RMC Mike)

Tropa do Bruxo - Baile do Bruxo

Li 9 - Still Tippin (feat. Veeze)

Trench Business - Trench City

BigXthaPlug - Rush Hour

Veeze - boat interlude (feat. Lil Yachty)

BLP Kosher - Castle

Hudson Mohawke & Nikki Nair - Set The Roof (feat. Tayla Parx)

Diplo - Wasted (feat. Kodak Black & Koe Wetzel)

Earl Sweatshirt - Making The Band (Danity Kane)

BLP Kosher & BabyTron - Mazel Tron

Butter Bullets - Chanson froide

Papo2oo4 & DJ Lucas - Latrell

Babyfxce E - Chicken Little

ULTRA RAZZIA - Fracassé

NLE Choppa - AIN’T GONNA ANSWER (feat. Lil Wayne)

DJ Seinfeld & Confidence Man - Now U Do

So La Lune - Suspects (feat. Sch)

TaTa - Insecurities

EBK Jaaybo - Had Enough

Paris Texas - DnD (feat. Kenny Mason)

454 - GANGSTER PARTY

Koyo - You’re On The List (minus one)

Lil Yachts - Slide

Tisakorean - hOw yOu gOnE Do dAt.mP3

Papo2oo4 - Leeds

Malty 2BZ - TN (feat. Kerchak)

Ascendant Vierge - Juvénile

RMC Mike & Rio Da Yung OG - Lucid Nightmare 2

Mike Sherm - Run It (feat. BabyTron)

Slimesito - ZOMBIELAND

YTB FATT - Get Back

R3 Da Chiliman - Like It’s His (feat. 03 Greedo)

OhGeezy - GEEKALEEK (feat. Cash Kidd)

Overmono - Is U

Joe Pablo & MarijuanaXO - Broadday

Luh Tyler - Okay Bet pt. 2 (feat. Skilla Baby)

S5 - Product of da Streets

Ninho - 25G

Bandgang Javar - Wake Up (feat. The Godfather, Bandgang Biggs & Glockboyz Teejaee)

OT7 Quanny & Leaf Ward - Power

Subjxct5 - 4st3p2c1oser

OG MarilynMonROLLUP - Vox

BabySolo33 - TBT2K19

SLK - Vie de bandit (feat. Kerchak)

DJ Roca & DJ Vitinho - Faz Macete 3

Kodak Black - Lemme See

BLP Kosher & Yung Lean - Violent Lullaby

WYNNE - CATALYST II

Buggin - Kick Rocks

slowthai - Wotz Funny

Fitfy Fifty - Cupid

A.G. Cook - Beautiful (2023 Edit)

Bandmanrill - Business Man (feat. 24Lefteye)

EBK BCKDOE - Beyonce

Gee Tee - Heart-Throb

Rio Da Yung OG - Talkin Crazy

moistbreezy - Why Can’t It Be You

JELEEL! - DIVE IN!

Skrillex - Hydrate (feat. Flowdan, BEAM & PEEKABOO)

Sha Ek & Bandmanrill - Pistons (feat. MCVERTT)

DJ Physical - Get Busy

Conservative Military Image - Burberry Hat

Safety Trance & DJ LOSER - Dreamshater

KP Skywalka - Hardknock

2rare - 2HUMPY Anthem (feat. GE3Z, Jmoney & DJ Crazy)

Milkfish - LOLLYGAGGING

Cotto - Barbie Bitch

Kenya Grace - Strangers

BabyTron - RIP Hutch (feat. Remble & Rico Nasty)

Babyface Ray - Ron Artest (feat. 42 Dugg)

Puchmade Dev - Credit Card Chain

Nekomi - dissension (feat. emotegi)

Peggy Gou - (It Goes Like) Nanana

EthanUno - no te entiendo

Zola & Koba laD - Aller sans retour

Duwap Kaine - Lil Uzi

Spook - SUCKAZ

Homixide Gang - Snot Sh!t

six impala - EARDRUM

DRXG ADXICTION - I’ll die next summer (no joke)

Killbourne - Sunshine Terror

DJ K - Isso Não é um Teste

Tinashe - Talk To Me Nice

Lancey Foux - MMM HMM (feat. Sexyy Red)

L5 - Urus (feat. Luh Loaded)

Isabella Lovestory - Latina (Safety Trance Remix)

Rallye - cheval 2_3

King Doudou - Shake Yo Dreads (Dur dans la peinture x Bouyon Remix)

MC W1 - SET DA GM

[evan-buck]

it’s my birthday today and i got given tickets to see gwendoline christie in ‘a midsummer night’s dream’ so i guess that means i’m having the best day ever? and i’m off to paris tomorrow?! this is a good week.

[bogboye]

Whaddup lads just watched Eternals, you know exactly what time it is:

the found family is STRONG in this one (or maybe not so much killkillkill)

they were all so physically intimate w each other raaaaaaaaaaa

also the amount of pretty people is too much for me to handle like the range

I went with my lesbian best friend and I love her, I really do but man she would literally not shut up about Angeline Jolie

Their powers are all so fucking cool

Makkaris sonic boom is just something else

Like every fucking fast fuck you see on TV looks like an arthric turtle trying to reach a place of kale that's laying outside of the greenscreen

But not Makkari though OH NO

Also everyone signing to her oaaaaaa good shit good shit good shit

Finally some good fucking food disabled representation

why was there a sex scene ewewew get it away from me (it wasn't that bad I'm just a dramatic cunt)

THEIR CONSTUMES RAAAAAAA THEYRE ALL SO STUNNING AND FIT THE CHARACTERS SO WELL AAAAAAAAAA

Sprites vibes are so fucking gnc like lads

Also I'm like so glad they didn't do some weird romance thing w them and Ikaris like nay lads I woulda left

Why did I already forget Sersis boyfriends name? Oh that's right because he was on screen for like six minutes max

Yo as soon as I saw Ajak lying there like a fucking Manekin someone pushed over at kohl's I knew something ain't right

RIP to you Queen you were a real one

FUCKING KINGO SKSHABAIEBE I LOVED EVERYTHING BOLLYWOOD HIS DUMB LITTLE EYEBROW AND KARUN HURRRJJDJD

I swear that mf has at least five cameras stashed into every single pocket of his suit

Druig my babe my darling fucking superb you funky little mind controller

He literally went: yeah Imma leave and take the lads me, what you gonna do?

And Ajak said aight fair enough sskdjsnaiaksbssksj

Ikaris? Don't know her

OH you mean the traitorous cunt that killed two members of his family after one of them told him "Hey I think genocide is bad let's stop this"

Fucking all lives matter vibes I hate him SO MUCH

GOOD FUCKING RIDANCE

BITCH

Thena my beloved? My ethereal Goddess of War? I'd fight Arishem for you, just say the word

Also hers and Gilgameshs' friendship is literally one of my favourite m/f friendships I've ever seen on TV

She's suffering from her flashbacks (which reminded me a fuckton of ptsd) and Gilgamesh chose to stay by her side, taking care of her and isolate themselves so no one else could get hurt

I love him so so so much and his death didn't absolutely SIIAVSKADUKDDOAAJBDIS yeah I'm a normal person <3

PHASTOS

PHASTOS PHASTOS PHASTOS RAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The man the myth the legend mcus 57th gay character

except THIS TIME we actually met his husband and his son and they were affectionate and they kissed-

crops are watered skin is clear musk is dead

And we had two men that weren't fucking shredded or skinny NO they were stout and they were absolutely fucking badass (not the shit endgame pulled with Thor fuck you fuck you fuck you)

Druig and Makkari own my heart, actually ❤

Also I'm so fucking glad they didn't make Ikaris and Sersi get back together

Yeah he had his stupid little "The power of love" moment

BUT he flung himself in the sun immediately after so it's okay

Die (derogatory)

awwww they made Sprite human let's move on

BAHAHA ARISHEM REALLY YOINKED EVERYONE UP AND INTO OUTER SPACE THIS WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY

chile, anyways so

*Harry Styles shows up* hold on, what was that?

I swear I burst a fucking blood vessel

OH WAIT I REMEMBERED HIS NAME anyway whats w that Dane dude? He's funny but what's a w the sword and that ominous ass voice?

[starshard17]

Newly Formed | Sanders Sides Fanfic

Credit goes to @haysgrove for this idea it is just so adorable I mUST WRITE IT.

Virgil just formed as a new side. He materializes in front of everyone. He is a little toddler. He is intimidating.

He is baby.

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"What is it?" Roman asked cautiously, creeping behind Patton and poking his head over his shoulder.

"A newly formed side. I figured that was obvious." Logan answered, gesturing his hand at the small toddler in front of them.

"Well I know that, but why is it here?" The princely side asked, gripping onto Patton's shoulder and ducking further behind the father figure.

Janus stepped forward, lifting the small toddler up into his arms and examining it.

"Brand spanking new. We're keeping him." Janus announced, holding the small child against his chest.

"Hey unfair!" Roman called pointing over Patton's shoulder and at the toddler in Deceit's arms. Janus raised an eyebrow.

"You seem terrified of him already and he's only been here for a few minutes." Janus glanced to Remus who was behind him before returning his gaze to Patton.

"I firmly believe it'd be best if the two of us took him in." He announced, holding out the child and gently prodding him in Roman's direction, causing the side to jump back and hide his face in the cardigan around Patton's neck.

Logan sighed but nodded reluctantly.

"I suppose you're right. Just. Don't ruin the poor child's innocence. We don't need to figure out what he represents right now, we just need him to know he's welcome here and we'll take care of him." Logan explained, looking at the child.

The little side giggled and flapped his arms, causing him to slip a bit in Janus' hold, alerting the deceitful side to quickly pull the little boy back against his chest. Remus tapped Janus' shoulder, causing him to turn, cradling the new side in his arms.

"We should take the child back to our side. I think he's already overstayed his visit." The Duke said with a smirk, looking in Roman's direction. The princely side was still cowering in fear, face hidden in Patton's neck.

"I suppose you're right. Ta ta friends. It was absolutely dreadful getting to catch up with you again."

And with that, Janus and Remus entered into the dark side of the mind with their newfound family member.

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Little Anxiety held a sippy cup in his hands, taking small drinks as he stumbled around the living room.

Roman watched cautiously from his seat on the couch, his feet pulled up onto the cushions.

"What're you planning little man." Roman hissed under his breath, watching the toddler with distrust. Anxiety just wobbled around on his feet, inevitably dropping his cup and the lid popped off, spilling the contents inside onto the floor. He plopped down and picked up the cup and the lid again, trying to press them back together.

Soon enough, Little Anxiety gave up on the cup and dropped it, turning to stare at Roman, his violet eyes watching Roman's emerald green ones.

The Prince sucked in a breath, hoping that soon enough, the devil child would break his gaze but he held strong.

"Evil." Roman murmured, crossing his arms as if that would protect him from the supposed demon child.

Suddenly Roman felt a hard slap on his back and the wind was knocked out of him as his body jerked forward, his feet colliding with the floor before he could faceplant into the carpet. He whipped his head around to see Remus standing behind him, giving him a lopsided smirk.

"What do you want Dukey?" Roman groaned, pulling his feet back up onto the couch as Anxiety waddled towards him.

"Nothin." Remus spoke, jumping over the back of the couch and plopping down beside Roman. "I just find it insanely funny that you think a toddler that somehow managed to spill a cup with a lid on it, is evil and is definitely plotting something. Lighten up, I'm sure he plans to make you his right hand man." Remus joked, punching Roman's arm playfully. The Prince rubbed his arm, scoffing.

"Right. Then he'll betray me and leave me to die because I was just a step ladder for him. He'd kill me off the moment he got the chance." Roman grumbled as he watched the little toddler place his hands on the couch cushions in an attempt to pull himself up.

Remus burst into a fit of manic laughter.

"KILL YOU? HE'S A TODDLER THAT CAN BARELY EVEN STAND UP STRAIGHT AND YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT WHAT HE'S CAPABLE OF? LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT HIS FACE!" Remus hooted, falling onto his back, hitting the cushions as he roared with laughter.

Roman focused on Little Anxiety, sucking in another breath as they locked eyes again. Those eyes were definitely the ones of a little child who could plan out a whole murder and get away with it. Roman was sure of it.

"He's planning something I'm telling you! I mean you and Deceit did take him in the first chance you got, what if he already taught him how to plan out some sort of evil scheme of some sort! Like that'd be smart! Cause no one suspects the baby! But I'm onto you little man, nothing's slipping past m- AAAAH GET AWAY!!!" Roman screeched in horror as he realized the small toddler had made his way up onto the couch and was now sitting right beside him.

Remus couldn't help but laugh, coughing as his voice got caught up in his throat.

"Oh my god. You're terrified of an actual toddler." Remus chirped, wiping a tear from his eye. "That's hilarious."

Roman's face scrunched up and he crossed his arms.

"You're adorably pathetic, dear brother. Don't let the evil toddler kill you while I'm gone." Remus laughed as he rolled off the couch and rose to his feet, sashaying out of the room before sinking down into his own.

"Adorable? Pathetic? Hilarious? Oh he thinks this is funny? That's it." Roman sat up as straight as he could, looking at Little Anxiety.

"Okay I know for a fact you're evil but we can put that aside. For my own sake, we should be friends, but no funny business." Roman told him, voice stern and direct. The toddler blinked at the Prince.

"I'll prove to Dukey that we can be comfortable in the same room together. Even if I don't trust you. We can work something out." Roman stated, their eyes once more locking onto one another.

As the intense purple color in Little Anxiety's eyes pierced through Roman's soul, the Prince focused on his thoughts.

He would prove to Remus that he was not pathetic. That he could be strong around this profound new being.

Because if Prince Roman is anything, he is NOT a pathetic little prince. He was a strong, smart, brave, handsome young lad. And he wouldn't let this little thing mess up his reputation for him. Even if he was a bit terrifying.

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While still a bit cautious around the child, Roman eventually warmed up to him. The two were able to sit together in the same room and they often held eye contact with one another. It was like their own special thing.

Roman still didn't quite trust the toddler, but he definitely trusted him more than he used to. He'd show Remus.

The two, Roman and Little Anxiety, they were by no means friends. But just to prove to Remus that he was not "adorably pathetic" he attempted to become more comfortable around him.

And it worked.

The two locked eyes with one another as Remus stared at them in bewilderment.

"I refuse to believe you went from not trusting him at all to becoming his friend! How does that even work? He's a toddler!" Remus pouted, stomping his feet.

Roman smiled as his emerald eyes held their gaze on Little Anxiety's purple irises.

"We're not friends. We more so have an agreement to not plot against each other." Roman said, looking at Remus.

"An agreement for this little toddler- WHO WAS IN FACT PLANNING SOMETHING!- To not try and kill me in my sleep. Now he's gonna get you. And you thought I was crazy. You never know what to expect from a toddler who can barely hold their own cup. Better start running cause Little Anxiety's purple eyes will haunt your nightmares, just like they did mine. THEN YOU'LL SEE WHAT IT WAS LIKE THE FIRST TIME I SAW THE CHILD!" Roman cheered triumphantly. Little Anxiety clapped his hands, staring at Remus.

And Remus felt it. It truly was terrifying to hold that child's gaze.

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Tell me about your Denethor and Boromir opinions...

Dangerous question, anon, but sure.

Soooooo on this blog I stan stewards, not kings, and i specifically love Denethor II, Lord and Steward of Gondor, and his sons.

(And I only acknowledge the book characters, not the m*vie versions of them.) So anyways...

The three of them are some of my favourite characters in the legendarium. I love the complexity of their characters and morals and motives, the complicated family dynamics, and Gondor as a whole.

Buckle up, tumblr, because I can ramble for a long time about all of my thoughts about these lads.

Ok so about Denethor- he’s so interesting and INCREDIBLE and I really love him so very much...this man held Gondor against sauron for DECADES and stared the dark lord in the eye while he was showed every terrible thing that could happen to his family and his beloved country, and he barely blinked. This man had no hope to speak of, he knew that by all probability that his country would fall, his sons would die, he would die, everything he’d ever loved or fought for would perish into ash and flame and he held FIRM. He loved and fought so goddamn much and in the end, the reason he broke was out of grief for his sons!!!

Book!Denethor loved both of his sons. I’m not saying that he was the perfect parent, he did favour Boromir over Faramir, he did have a ton of relationship issues with both his sons.

See, the thing is, he was a father and they were his sons. But he was also the Steward of Gondor and Boromir was High Warden of the White Tower and Faramir was a Captain of Gondor and when relationships are both familial ones of love and and political ones of trying to defend their country from a devastating doom with their lives, things get. complicated.

And lord I’m not saying he was perfect, they all had really screwed-up relationships with each other! they were all human and making mistakes and snapping at each other and pushing away. Denethor didn’t, I think, have very healthy relationships with his sons. That does not mean he was abusive. They are all grown men with complicated family dynamics and ulhealthy relationships do not equal abuse!

A lot of the tension between Denethor and Faramir, can, I believe, be attributed to a disagreement about situational ethics BUT that’s a whole other ramble and I’m not going to go into the details of analysing their disagreements here.

OH! Also! Something worth noting is that it’s canonically said that Faramir is more alike to Denethor than Boromir is. Which is really interesting to me and brings me to the conclusion that Boromir was more alike to Finduilas, which I love.

And for the record Denethor never sent Faramir on some sort of suicide mission to Osgiliath.

Oh, and I will never forgive Peter Jackson for robbing us of the scenes of Denethor’s profound grief over Faramir...his attempt to burn himself and his son alive was not over some stupidity but rather knowledge of what would wait them when the city fell. Whether or not that motive is morally acceptable can be up for debate, I suppose, but it wasn’t over this “my line has ended oh noes i gonna burn me and my alive son who i think is dead???? in the fire” nonsense from the movies. It was an act of protection and desperation and love and despair and grief and PETER JACKSON HOW COULD YOU DO THAT. THAT SCENE IS ONE OF THE MOST MOVING ONES IN THE BOOK.

Ok so Gondor...I have a lot of Feelings about Gondor and a lot of them are just about the utter fatalistic bravery and determination and dauntlessness of these people...see there really was absolutely no hope left in Gondor. They knew they would lose and that it was hopeless and that they would die and they. kept. FIGHTING. There’s a really incredible bravery in fighting like that when there is no hope and it was found most in the people of Gondor, the front lines, the red blood spilled without hope but with LOVE. I think about Denethor wearing chainmail under his robes and the grim determination it takes him to get out of bed before sunrise and face another day against the Dark. I think about Faramir and Boromir at Osgiliath...not the straightforward victory that it was in the flashback scene in the movies, but the absolutely DEVASTATING loss- the last stand at the bridge, desperately trying to destroy it...MY BOY BOROMIR RETOOK OSGILIATH and then the risk and sacrifice it took to blow up the bridge- and they all died, they died, every single one of those soldiers DIED except for two who escaped with Boromir and Faramir. THEY KEEP FIGHTING AND DYING AND FIGHTING SOME MORE

*takes deep calming breaths*

Okay on to Boromir. Boromir my beloved...

Boromir is such an amazing character and anon i could go on about him for hours but I eventually need to stop rambling about Gondorians and my beloved steward family and post this, so I’ll try to keep it concise.

Boromir is sososo brave and dependable and good and kind and I love him, I love him SO much anon. And he deserved so much better- it breaks my heart to know that he never got to see Gondor free from the crippling fear of Mordor, that he never got to see his baby brother wed, that he never got to shed even for a moment the crushing responsibility and pressure that was on him for his whole life. Boromir bled and sacrificed so much while knowing he would never be able to entirely succeed and he did it anyway.

And he tried to take the Ring from Frodo. Yes he did! And this cannot be excused! But it’s IMPORTANT to remember what his motives were in taking the Ring- like always, like he’s been doing his entire life, he’s trying to save his family and people and country. This isn’t an excuse but I’m trying to point out WHY he did it- it wasn’t some inherent weakness or evil, it’s desperation.

Boromir knows what will happen if Sauron gets the Ring- Galadriel showed him. And here the Ring is going TOWARDS Sauron in the hands of a strange creature not even four feet tall. Try to see it from his point of view for just a minute, not condoning it, but understand.

And maybe it’s his failing- but you see the thing is! he didn’t fail in the end!! He fell but in the end his failing was NOT the ring, he realises his mistake! in just a few moments he turns around and realises the terrible thing that he did and tries to make it right!

And then he gives his life in defence of two little hobbits, his friends. And in the end, maybe his defence was pointless, Merry and Pippin were still captured, he didn’t achieve anything. But it was heartfelt and it was love. There’s a beauty in sacrifice without hope or victory but just out of goodness and courage and LOVE- 

Anyways Denethor and Boromir are without doubt two of my favourite characters in fiction ever and asdfghkuhiwhatighaieughtiawught the m*vies messed them up SO bad. I will never forgive Peter Jackson for his slaughter of EITHER of their characters.

Thanks for the ask anon, this has been Unpopular and Controversial Opinions by Aurlynd time <3 You don’t have to agree with me I support everyone’s right to dislike Boromir and Denethor as long as they do it for the right reasons.

(I think I’m at least mostly right about them though)

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Asahi Azumane x GN!Reader in: …Pants on Fire

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“Be my safety blanket?” Though the words seem innocent enough the way his hand squeezes at your hip says otherwise…

↠ In which you and your lover find a way to keep the bad dreams at bay.

That title thooooo—la-mao~

Boy howdy, it’s been a hot minute since I wrote some straight up smut and it shows lol. But anyways! Gotta thank my girl for feeding into my Asahi thirst lol. I’ve been working on another smutty piece for the better part of two months now, but for whatever reason I can’t get it to work. This, however, didn’t fight me too hard once I got back into the swing of things.

Though this can technically be read as a standalone, if you want some (arguably) funny fluff plot to go with your p*rn then check out the prequel here.

💦 Tags: Reader has ambiguous anatomy | Reader uses they/them pronouns | Use of pet names (that ‘pretty baby’ kind of beat) | OP has a praise kink and she’s gonna make it everyone else’s problem thing too | ((look me in the eye and tell me that this man wouldn’t be into both giving and receiving vast amounts of praise tho—I dare you)) | Low-key soft pleasure dom!Asahi vibes if ya squint | ((ya don’t gotta squint too hard lmao)) | Oral/fingering (Reader receiving) | Penetrative sex (Reader receiving, missionary) | Unprotected sex b/c this is a fic ((irl remember to wrap it up before you tap it up, lads)) | Asahi Azumane has a Big Dick™ I know, he showed me | Asahi Azumane is also a tease | And Reader just wants to get piped down | Asahi’s a sex babbler, and I’ve got proof (it’s this fic, this is the proof) | In this house we believe in switch!Asahi Azumane supremacy

“Be my safety blanket?” 

Though the words seem innocent enough the way his hand squeezes at your hip says otherwise.

Ever the gentleman, Asahi gauges your interest through hooded eyes, only allowing his touch to become more purposeful when you nod your consent. His lips quirk up into a dreamy little smile that doesn’t abate even when he pulls you up into a kiss. His tongue flicks against your own, teasingly drawing it into his mouth so that he can claim it, and the suckling pulls that follow go straight to your core.

You moan hotly against his lips as you deepen the kiss, your hands clinching at his shirt as you pull him more fully against you; the loose material is soft underneath your fingertips, but soft is not what you need right now. No, what you need is to feel more of him—all of him, really—against all of you. He’s just as desperate for your touch, it seems, as all it takes to get him out of the offending item is a singular, purposeful tug. Your shirt follows suit and then he’s laying you down, boxing you in, and slanting his lips against yours once again.

He kisses you until you’re reduced to a writhing mess, until your lungs are burning with a lack of air that barely even registers. How can you be expected to worry about something as trivial as breathing when you’re so drunk on his touch? Fortunately for you, your man has a bit more common sense about him. He breaks away with a hard pant, pupils blown wide and kiss-swollen lips parted and glistening in a way that just demands that they be taken again. When you try to reach for him, however, he pulls back with an expression that’s more smirk than grin.

“As-a-hi~” your whining cadence stretches out the syllables into something long and needy, “please.”

It takes embarrassingly little effort on his part to get you to this level of desperate, and were it not abundantly clear that he wants you just as bad you probably would’ve dissolved into a puddle of hot (and horny) shame long ago.

But he does want you—“Always want you, sweetheart, always. Love you so fucking much…”

He slurs endearments down the length of your neck with hot, eager lips, tongue flicking at the space between your clavicles while his fingers feather over your nipples. He teases their peaks to hardness before leaning down to capture one between his teeth. Pinches and tugs, stinging nips and soothing licks—he plays your body like a finely tuned instrument, working you over in every way he knows will get you calling out his name.

“Love the way you say it,” he tells you as he kisses his way down your stomach, kicking the sheets out of the way as he goes, “love the way you cry out so pretty for me. Gonna make you do more of that…”

You can’t tell if his words are a promise or a threat, but you can’t bring yourself to care either way, not when he’s hooking his fingers into the band of your underwear and pulling it down and away.

You’re already so sloppy for him and Asahi groans at the sight, his hands faltering in their task before going into overdrive. He tugs your underwear the rest of the way down your legs before tossing it carelessly over his shoulder, and the impatience of the display makes your body throb for him. You can feel yourself clenching around the air with your need, but before you can even think of whining again he’s on you.

He laps up the proof of your arousal with a groan and the sound hits you hard, reverberating through you like a shockwave, and you bite off a curse as you surge upwards. Asahi grounds you easily with one of his large hands; his touch is gentle but insistent where it presses in against your lower stomach in a clear command for you to stay still. Once he’s sure that you won’t be moving around too much he grabs your thighs and flings them over his shoulders. The broad width of them easily keeps you spread for him as he traces over the length of you with a molten tongue. From winking hole to the pleasure center that lies above, he follows the circuit a few times before finally focusing in on the spot that he knows will bring you the most pleasure.

The trust he’d shown earlier soon proves to be misplaced when your hips unwittingly buck again and you nearly smother him with your sex.

“Just can’t help yourself, huh?” he chuckles as he takes your hips in either of his (big, so goddamn big) hands and holds you still.

“Feels too good, baby, ‘M sorry…”

He shushes away your apologies, pressing a kiss against your core just to watch you twitch for him. “I know, pretty baby, I know. It’s okay, you take what you need,” he coos before diving back in.

Warm, you think hazily as his tongue flicks against you in little kitten licks. So, so warm ‘n’ perfect—fuck!

Your mind blanks out for a minute when you feel his lips pursing around your weak spot in a suckling pull. When you finally reboot your hands are in Asahi’s hair and you’re fucking his face hard. He allows you to guide his movements, moaning out his pleasure as you basically use his mouth like your own personal toy. Were you a bit more aware you might be embarrassed by the needy display, but with your mind lost to the sex fog the only thing you can really focus on is the more-more-more that your body is demanding of you both.

While your fingers are busy digging into his scalp, his concern themselves with filling you up. Between your pre and way he’s drooling all over you there’s more than enough fluids dripping down for him to prep you with. He starts with one finger, groaning at the way the tight ring of muscle seems to suck him in by itself; he adds more digits as your body demands it, fucking you in earnest once he’s stretched you out good. It feels amazing—and how could it not when he’s working you open with those ridiculously long fingers?—but it’s still not nearly enough.

Even with how well his fingers fill you up his cock is so much longer, thicker. It reaches places and caresses spots that literally nothing and no one else can and you need it. Now.

“Want you, Asa, want you so bad,” you tell him between pants with an intonation that makes your intentions obvious—or so you thought.

When he doesn’t immediately reply you peek down at him only to find that he’s already looking up at you. His eyes are crinkled in that way that tells you he’s smiling—or, well, he would be if his mouth wasn’t still latched on to your sex. Your pouting at him only worsens the situation, unfortunately, as he has the audacity to pull away from you and laugh.

Nobody would ever expect Asahi Azumane—the Patron Saint of Mild Manners and king of all things compromise—to be such a goddamn tease, but if there’s one thing that you’ve learned over the course of your relationship it’s that there is so much more to him than what meets the eye.

Your efforts to get his head back between your legs (unsurprisingly) prove to be in vain, a thing that is equal parts annoying and arousing. He’s just so damn strong, it really isn’t fair—in fact nothing about this man is fair. Looks, personality, smarts… He really is the whole damn package, and you find yourself daily in awe over the fact that he’s totally and completely yours.

Asahi’s expression softens then, his eyes syruping with a gooey affection that leaves you wondering if he can read your thoughts. Or maybe he doesn’t need to. After all, you’re just as love struck and you know that it shows.

When you urge him towards you this time he allows it, and the kiss that you share is a sweet and tender thing that leaves you both sighing into it. Even when it ends your man lingers, his nose brushing along yours as you both smile at each other like the lovesick fools that you are. You’re so caught up in this gentler part of the intimacy that you nearly forget what led you here in the first place—well until you feel his fingers circling your entrance again. The jolt of pleasure that comes with the unexpected contact leaves you squeaking and Asahi chuckling darkly. He slides back down your body then and takes up his previous position.

He kisses the side of one knee, then the other before leaning down to press a kiss just below your navel; all the while he keeps those big, pretty eyes trained on yours and dammit if that’s not doing things to you. His touch is also doing things to you, albeit it the absolute bear minimum. He continues to watch you with a gaze that is equal parts smoldering and playful as feather-light fingers graze against the areas that he knows are overly sensitive to his touch. All the while he rests his head against one of your thighs in a display that is far too casual all things considered. The Cheshire grin that he sports all the while tells you that he’s enjoying the feeling of your jerking and trembling against him far too much for you liking.

“Fu-fuckin’ tease.” The accusation would hold more weight, you’re sure, if your voice wasn’t so breathless.

Asahi doesn’t deny anything, only pressing a kiss to the opposite thigh and chucking some more. After a several long moments more of this agonizing treatment his touches become firmer and more purposeful as he works at winding you up again. He murmurs out bits of praise all the while, telling you how cute you look when your body is begging for his cock. It doesn’t take long for the rest of you to insist as well, but–

“What are the rules, pretty baby? Come on,” he urges when you don’t immediately answer, “tell me.”

“No cock ‘til I cum,” you huff out after a beat.

He rewards your (reluctant) compliance with another kiss to your thigh. “That’s right. Now be good for me and cum on my tongue so I can fuck you right.”

Asahi dives right back in then, with one hand working you open again while his mouth puts in work. The sounds he makes—fuck, if they’re not the very embodiment of carnality. With moans and slurps and sighs he make it abundantly clear that he’s loving every second of this and you’re much the same.

This obscene chorus reaches its crescendo as he drags your body to its peak before you’re slammed over the cliff of your orgasm by a perfectly timed suck. You fall headlong into the bliss, a choked cry of his name devolving into a drawn out whine as you ride the wave of pleasure. Your man guides you through it all with tapered movements and sweet words as he looks on with awestruck eyes.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. My beautiful, perfect love,” he sighs as he gently disentangles your fingers from his locks. You don’t even know when you grabbed him up again and honestly you’re too wound up to care.

Warm, calloused hands massage your hips, only stopping when you reach for him. He eagerly accepts the kiss you offer, drinking in your little whimpers as he moves to position himself over you. “You came so good for me, baby, you always do. Wanna do it for me again, hmm? Wanna make a mess while I fuck you with this fat cock?”

“Yes, please.”

He smiles at you then and after giving you one more kiss rises. Your protests are met with a burst of laughter as he tells you that there isn’t much he can do with his boxers in the way. The reminder leaves you laughing too; in all your needy want you’d actually forgotten that he was still wearing the things. The oversight is corrected in short order and, after grabbing the lube from the nightstand’s drawer, he’s right back where you want him.

He pours a portion of the liquid into his palm to warm it before coating his fingers generously, with the excess being slicked over his cock. The first two digits slip in with ease and the third isn’t far behind. He pumps his fingers slow and deep, reveling in the way you sigh and bear down on him. To some the prep may seem unnecessary, but Asahi always insists. He’s well aware of his size and never wants to risk hurting you, the darling man–

Well, not unless you beg real pretty for him, that is.

But that isn’t what either of you are going for tonight. In this moment he simply wants to make love to you, to be so close that neither of you can tell ends from beginnings. And when he finally, finally sinks into your warmth—with chests pressed flushed and fingers tangled and lips colliding—it’s as close a thing to reaching singularity as two corporeal beings can manage.

Tender hands keep you close in a display that’s well at odds with the way he fucks into you. It’s not the speed that makes his strokes punishing, but the depth; he pulls out nearly to his tip only to sheathe himself completely in a move that could almost be called vicious if it wasn’t so obvious that you’re enjoying the treatment. His hips roll and grind with a practiced ease that pulls the prettiest sounds from your throat, especially when he digs his thick head into that place that leaves you seeing stars. But even with as cute as he thinks you sound, you’ll always be convinced that Asahi sounds just as good if not better.

He’s always been a vocal thing in bed, something that he found wholly embarrassing before you had assured him that you were very much okay with it. Grunts and groans, sighs and moans, babbles and whines—it’s entirely impossible for him to keep quiet–

“How could I ever when you’re so damn good, baby? You look good, feel good, taste good, sound good… You’re… You’re so perfect, to me and for me…”

Even now—with you sweaty, mussed, and thoroughly fucked out—he tells you how beautiful you look in between pants, thanks the gods for bringing the pair of you together even as he tempts their wrath.

“Goddammit. I can’t get over—ahhh~, you wanting me just as much as I-I want you. Yo- Fuck! You feel so good, baby, you’re so good, love you so much…”

He’s completely gone at this point, no longer fully aware of what it is he’s saying but meaning every word of it nonetheless. His lexicon steadily winnows itself down until all there is left is your name and “I love you”, the refrain falling from his lips with all the reverence of a prayer.

With the end so close in sight he bears down on you more fully, his bulky body all but flattening you against the mattress at your back as he drops his head down to nestle into the curve between your shoulder and neck. His tongue follows its length, savoring the salty tang of your sweat before his teeth nip at the thin skin that sits just behind your jaw. The slight sting leaves you hissing out and clinching at his cock even tighter which in turn sees him burrowing more deeply into you with a groan that almost sounds pained.

“‘M close sweetheart,” the words are breathed directly against your ear, making you shiver, “so fuckin’ close, and you are too—can feel you, mmm, clamping down on me good. Gonna fill you up, pretty baby, but I need you to cum for me first.”

You’re not sure which flusters you more—the praise or the promise. Either way your core tenses at the words, the coil in your belly growing tighter and tighter as your hips work against one another. Asahi arches away from you just enough to rub at your most sensitive area; his strokes are hard and fast, matching up with the frantic way he pounds into you, and you damn near scream at the added pleasure it brings.

It’s all so much—too much—but it’s so, so good, and you’re so, so close…

It only takes a few more pumps before you’re shattering beneath him. Pleasure like lightning skitters along your nerves to set you alight from scalp to sole, with your body arching and bucking as much as the one above it will allow for. Your nails dig into the muscles of his back nearly hard enough to break skin and the sting of it coupled with your pulsing walls is the thing that sees your man meeting his own end. Asahi can’t seem to stop the canting of his hips any more than he can control the deep, haggard sounds that claw their way up from his chest and out of his throat. He fucks you both through your orgasms, hissing all the while as the beginning of over-stimulation starts to set in.

When his body finally stills he nearly collapses on you, but he catches himself on shaky arms at the last second. With his back bowed, eyes pinched shut, and lips trembling he almost looks like a supplicant hovering over you, and maybe he is—hell, you both are. You never fail to reduce one another to thralls when you’re together like this; just needy, mindless beings whose only real concern is your shared pleasure.

You both suck in a sharp breath when he finally pulls out. Ignoring the feeling of your combined juices oozing out of you in a thick stream, you cuddle up to the body that has finally flopped down beside you. Asahi gives you a blissed out little smile before tipping his head towards you for a kiss. Even now you can still taste hints of yourself on his tongue and it leaves you greedily sucking at the slick muscle. He hums at the feeling before breaking away with a sound that’s caught somewhere between a whine and a pant.

“____, baby, you can’t– Fuck. If you do things like that you’re gonna get me going again, and I don’t think either of us have the energy for that.”

The roll of your chuckle is a dark and dangerous thing. “Mmm, speak for yourself, sweetheart.”

You rise then, smirking as you swing a leg over him so that you’re straddling his waist. Asahi blanches a bit at the sight because he knows that look and everything that comes with it far too well. His stuttering reply of “B-baby” is cut short by another kiss that leaves him whimpering into your mouth.

“Shh-shhh, sweet boy—let me take care of you.”

He flushes deeply at your words, his eyes dropping down and away in a display of embarrassment that just won’t do.

Your hands move to cradle his head then as you force him to meet your stare. So cute, you think as you watch the way his eyelids flutter when your thumbs stroke over the rosy apples of his cheeks. Aloud, “You were so good to me, so it’s only fair, yeah?”

“Yuh-yeah,” he begins, a thick swallow punctuating the statement, “guess so.”

“Good. I’m so glad we agree…”

As you kiss your way across planes of lightly tanned skin and beautifully sculpted muscle—reveling in the sighs and trembling twitches that your ministrations induce—you both know that tonight is destined to be a long one in the best of ways.

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NO WAY HOME SPOILERS

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AHHHHHH OH MY GOD I JUST SAW SPIDER-MAN HOLY MOTHER*language*ING *language* OH MY GOD LIKE I KNEW TOBEY AND ANDREW WERE IN IT BUT OH MY GOD I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE LIKE A CAMEO(which is interesting, because i thought Charlie Cox would have a bigger role) AND I KNEW EITHER AUNT MAY OR HAPPY WOULD DIE BUT WHYYYYYYY????????? LITERALLY AS SOON AS SHE SAID "with great power there must also come a great responsibility" I KNEW IT WAS HER JESUS JAMIE FOXX OH MY GOD HIS HAIR OK BUT VENOM????? See, would this have been explained if I had watched Venom: Let There be Carnage? GET h*ward STARK'S MOTHER*language*ING FACE OF THAT MIT WALL WTF PUT TONY ON THERE NO ONE KILLS ABOUT JOHN SLATTERY Is marvel just like, really reaaaaallllllyyyyyyyyy team cap? because, a) like all of team Iron Man is dead(except Peter, but hey, he doesn't exist!) b) the statue of liberty has a shield. why. GIVE IT A WIDOW BITE OR AN ARC REACTOR Also: DUM-E? I also knew he was in it but GAH IT WAS SO SAD And then at the end, oh my god, at the cemetery, I GUESS SPIDER-MAN ISN'T COMPLETE WITHOUT AT LEAST TWO FUNERALS HUH EXCEPT NOT A FUNERAL, BECAUSE NO ONE KNOWS Happy. Why. LOOK MAN I KNOW YOU WERE FRIENDS WITH TONY STARK. b ut d i d yo u h a ve t o ru b h i s de a th i n m y fa c e l i ke th a t I had a close friend die recently. this feels like that. OR WHATEVER IT IS HE SAID, IDC IT WAS SAD And ok, hold on. You know that set photo, Andrew Garfield said was photoshopped? Ima be honest, I thought it was. I had full confidence he was in it, but liKE I SAID I THOUGHT IT WAS A CAMEO But then, I saw the exact moment that was, and i SWEAR I COULD JUST SEE THE PURPLE SCREEN BEHIND HIM OH MY GOD And the movie theater we went to *language*ing SUCKED like you know how usually they play something related to the movie, cast interviews, moments with the character(s) in past movies if they're a returning character, a comics history if they're new? (like there was comics history when I saw Shang Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings(2021) and Eternals(2021), and a feature thing with Nataliahashalie's past movies before Black Widow(2021), and all of them had cast interviews.) Question: why do people deny Agents of SHIELD being canon, when Maria Hill exists? (like obviously Coulson exists, but people are like: hE's sTIlL dEaD! aGeNTs oF ShiElD iSn'T rEaL!) OK BUT A MILLION YEARS ON INSTAGRAM I SAW THIS POST, AND I DONT REMEMBER IF IT WAS ORIGINALLY INSTAGRAM OR ORIGINALLY TUMBLR OR TWITTER BUT Someone was like, what if when MJ falls, Andrew Garfield Spider-Man catches her? AND THEN HE DID JHEJDGEWUIDG:UDHLKUQ *dies* ANYWAY SINCE IM SEEING IT AGAIN ON THE 28TH AFTER I SEE VENOM AT THE ALAMO ILL GET THE FULL EXPERIENCE!!!!!!!!! Also: i hate my brother hes an idiot and hes arguing marvel with me. HJJHGHJDG DIDNT SEE IT THE FIRST TIME BUT I SAW IT IN LIKE IMAX AT THE THEATER THE DOCTOR STRANGE 2 TRAILER THATS AMERICA CHAVEZ WITH THE STAR JACKET ITS GOTTA BE IDK IF YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS, BUT SHES ONE OF THE YOUNG AVENGERS SHES FRIENDS WITH KATE BISHOP(I ship them actually) AND SHE CAN OPEN LIKE, MULTIVERSAL SPACE PORTALS IN THE SHAPE OF A STAR SHES SO COOL IF SHES MCU, THEN THEY HAVE MOST OF THE YOUNG AVENGERS theres David(prodigy), Billy(Wiccan), Tommy(Speed), Teddy(Hulkling), Kate(Hawkeye), America(Ms America), Patriot(FORGOT HIS NAME HE WAS IN TFATWS), Noh-varr(Marvel-boy) and SOMETIMES Nate(Iron lad, but if the MCU was gonna do it they would probably make it Harley Keener) and..... I feel like im missing one? lemme think, i got wiccan and speed and their bfs, hawkeye and her bf, america and patriot... OH YEAH LOKI!!!!!!! o h m y g o d WHAT IF THEY DO KID LOKI Anyway. all the mcu is really missing is David and Teddy now, SO (guess theres the dillema of Billy and Tommy not existing....) OH MY GOD IM SO EXCITED FOR JARED LETO AND JARED HARRIS

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My kind of Different (Dwalin x Reader)

A/N: A/n : Okay So I have decided to give Dwalin some more love because he deserves it. Also just in case anyone doesn't know Dwalin was born after Samug's claim of Erabor and also he is the last member of the company to die in the books, he dies way after the war of the ring. He lived to the whopping age of 340 which is a long time for a dwarf. Also Look at this cool fanart I found on deviantart, isn’t he so badass looking. The Artist is  Mental-Lighton (link included so go check them out.) There is a lot more work as well, I really like the way he captures Saruman as well. Anyway Hope you enjoy. Please like, comment and reblog.

Throwing his knife at the hare he let out a curse under his breath when he missed the shot, the hare taking off in a sprint deeper into the forest. Growling he stood and moved to grab his knife from the ground. Whipping it off on his pants leg he lifted his head to start walking when two bright golden eyes stared directly into his making a small yell escape him and his feet stumble backwards a bit. Panting he looked towards the thing, expecting it to be a monster of some sort but what he saw made his brows dip low before knitting together in confusion. It was a girl, a young girl. 

"Whatcha doin'?" you asked the boy as he stared at you. 

Continuing to stare he blinked and then rubbed his eyes. He had to be seeing things. There couldn't possibly be a floating girl there. She was just hanging there upside down, looking at him. Moving his hand he indeed saw her still there. She looked to be a few years younger than himself, her face of soft features. Long wavy silver hair that looked to be glowing hung towards the ground from her head and what looked like thin elf ears poked out from the sides of her head a little. Looking closer though he noticed two shinning blue things behind her and he tilted his head, were those wings? "What are ya?"

Turning back right side up you looked the boy over and grinned, "I'ma fairy silly."

Opening and closing his mouth he gave another look at the girl. She still floated a few feet from the ground, her simple white dress hanging on her tiny frame to end at her knees. There were no shoes on her feet but he supposed she wouldn't need them if she coudl fly. Glancing up to her face he saw her still smiling at him and noticed now her sharp canines. Overall he couldn't say she wasn't pretty even if she was weird looking. When she suddenly was right in front of him again, her eyes equal to his he felt a blush heat his cheeks and tried to take another step back but bumped into a tree. Staring in her gold eyes he saw no ill intent there only curiosity. 

"So what are you then?" you asked as you eyed the obvious boy. He had thick dark brown hair covering his head and even a ghosting of long sideburns going down to his jaw. His eyes were a bright blue, matching your wings. His nose and ears were a bit big but you liked them, they fit him. His clothes were thick and dark, made of furs and leather. There were a heavy set of boots on his feet as well. 

"I'ma dwarf." his voice full of pride. 

"I've never met a dwarf before. Do you all look alike?" 

Standing still as she floated around him, looking over every part of him but never touching the ground he took a deep breath. "No. What kinda question is that, do all fairies look alike?" 

Flying back straight you looked at his face, "No.. well I do have two sisters that look alike." 

"Twins." he huffed and saw her nod with a smile. Figuring she wasn't a threat he relaxed a bit and started walking, he was still hungry and it would be getting dark soon. As he walked he glanced beside him to see the girl right beside him. 

"So whatcha doin'?" 

"Huntin'." Seeing her head tilt at that and her brows knit he rolled his eyes, "Ya know fer food." 

"Oh. Whatcha hunting for?" 

"Anything that will fill m' belly. Now be quiet or I'll never find anything." he told her and saw her nod. He found it odd that the girl kept following but at the same time he couldn't help but enjoy her presence and couldn't bring himself to tell her off. She didn't say anything else as he walked quietly through the forest, the both of them just looking around. When he heard the small noise of rustling leaves he looked around and stilled when he spotted another hare. The thing had yet to notice him as it hopped along and he slowly took out his knife. 

Looking at the small animal you smiled largely, it was so cute. As it hopped along you even spotted a few smaller ones following close behind her. Seeing movement out of the corner of your eye you turned to he dwarf but when you noticed him holding a knife you furrowed your brows, your smile falling from your face. What was he doing? As his arm moved back behind his head you snapped your eyes between him and the mother hare, your heart hammering in your chest. 

As soon as he went to throw the knife the girl yelled out 'No!' making him startle and the hare hurry under ground. Growling he gripped his knife in his hand and snapped his eyes up to the girl. "What the hell ya do that fer?!"he growled. 

Shirking up some as he yelled you looked up to his angry face and furrowed your brows. "You were gonna kill it?"

"That was the plan aye!"

"B..but why?" you asked in a soft voice. 

"Ta eat it, why the hell else?" 

"You eat them?" you spoke in a whisper, talking mostly to yourself. Looking back to the hole the hare had went into. "But if you were to kill her then her babies would die, there wouldn't be anything to take care of them." 

Letting out a huff he rubbed his face, he hadn't seen the little ones behind it until it had ran but still the painful clenching in his stomach made it hard for him to feel pity. Looking to the girl he just now noticed she was no longer flying and that she was now standing on the forest floor in front of him. Now that she was on her feet he noticed how small she actually was, coming up to only his chin. There was no longer a smile on her face and he couldn't help but feel bad as he noticed her looking sadly towards the hare hole. Sighing he put his knife back up "Well it got away so 'er lil ones will be fine... unlike me if I don't find some food." he said grumbling the last part. 

Hearing this you tilted your head and looked up to the dwarf. "You're hungry?" 

"Was the whole point of huntin'." he said like it should have been obvious. 

Humming you looked around before quickly flying away. 

Seeing the girl fly away without a word he knit his brows. After standing there for a few minutes he gave a grunt and started walking again. Thinking over the whole ordeal he shook his head, "Weird girl." Looking up to the sky he saw the sun going down, he would have to head back to the settlement now. Walking on for a bit he felt something to his left and looked to see her back beside him, smiling brightly. 

"Here you go." 

Glancing down to her hands he saw she had them full of blackberries. Raising a brow he looked back to her and saw her just smiling. Sighing he reached out to take one and popped it into his mouth. It wasn't the meat he was craving but he had to admit they were good. She continued flying beside him as he walked back towards his people, holding the berries as he ate them but never once eating one herself. "Don't you want any?" he asked but saw her shake her head. As the lights from the tents came into view through the trees he went to speak to her but a harsh breeze stopped him. 

Hearing the deep, angry voice calling through the wind you curled up some and then looked to the dwarf. "I have to go now." 

Hearing the sadness in her voice he knit his brows and watched as she dumped the berries into his hand, noticing how small her hands were in comparison to his. Meeting her eyes once more he felt this strong pull in his chest and saw her grin at him before another sharp wind cut through the trees and she looked down, her shoulders curling in on her small frame. 

"Goodbye." was all you said before you took off towards home. 

Watching the girl turn into a small dot of light and shoot across the sky he blinked. Glancing down to the berries he ate another as he moved towards his parents tent. 

"There he is." 

Hearing his father's voice he looked up and saw both his mother and father looking at him. 

"We were about to go looking for you." Balin said with a grin. Looking down to his little brother's hands he saw the berries and chuckled. "No luck on the hunt then?'

Shaking his head he felt as his mother rubbed his head.

"Next time you'll get something for sure. Don't worry darling one day you will be just as good of a hunter as your father." she spoke, looking to her husband with a gentle smile. 

Seeing his parents walk away he saw as Balin came over to him and took one of the berries. "Where'd ya find the berries?"

"A girl gave them to me." 

"A girl huh?" Balin asked with a chuckle. "What girl?"

"One in the forest. Sh..she said she was a..." he said and then trailed off.

Tilting his head Balin looked to his little brother and furrowed his brows. "Well.."

"Balin have ya ever seen fairy?" 

"A fairy?" Balin laughed. "No lad. Fairies are nothing more than legend.... wait is that..."

" 'ey you two, 'ow about some help out here?" Fundin called. 

Hearing their father call them the brothers looked to each other before going to help their father. 

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Swinging the hammer down on the glowing steel he felt sweat roll down his face but couldn't take the time to wipe it away. Dipping the metal into the water barrel he heard it hiss and watched steam erupt from the surface. Once he had it cooled he lifted it up to inspect his work. Seeing no faults he dropped the horse shoe down to the pile. Letting out a sigh he finally placed down his tongs before whipping his face with the damp rag. At least with the heavy rain it wasn't very hot and the insects were leaving him be. Glancing to the clock he saw it was well past five in the afternoon, past quitting time. Still he had much to do. Going to grab the next piece of metal to start work he startled a bit when a voice spoke from behind him. 

"Hello again." 

Snapping around he saw a young woman sitting on his workbench, her bare legs and feet dangling down and swinging slightly. "And just who are..." Seeing her smile at him he trailed off, his eyes taking her in. Long silver hair, golden eyes... blue wings... It was her. It had been years since he had seen her, since that day in the forest. She was older now, like him, but she was still beautiful. "You." he finally spoke. 

"Whatcha doin'?" you asked looking to the strange object in his hand, long metal thing. 

"Where did ya come from? How'd ya get in 'ere?" he questioned her. 

"The window." you smiled. 

Seeing the slightly parted window he looked back to her and noticed she was soaked, her short white dress and hair dripping. Licking his lips he took a deep breath when he saw how the thin fabric was clinging to her body. "Yer all wet." 

Glancing down you gave a giggle and then looked to him. "Yea." Tilting your head you looked the boy...no man now, over. In human years you both would now be considered young adults and it showed. His hair was a bit longer now and bushier along with the hair on his face and chin. He was taller, wider, you could tell thick muscles made up his frame. He was only wearing an olive green tunic that was damp with sweat and a pair of brown trousers along with his heavy boots. You wondered how he walked in those things. 

Moving a bit closer to her he placed down the tongs. As his eyes roamed over her body some he felt a blush heat up his face, there was just so much skin showing. Quickly turning away he moved to grab his cloak from the hook by the door. Carrying it back over to her he pushed the thing into her hands. " 'ere' cover yerself up." 

A little puzzled you tilted your head but then grinned and took the cloak he was offering. Flattening your wings you wrapped the thick cloak around your shoulders and grinned up at him. 

Seeing her small body wrapped in his cloak made this strange feeling bubble in his stomach and chest, gas maybe? Shaking his head he grabbed his stool and sat down on it in front of her. " 'ow did ya find me?"

"Well I wanted to see you again and so I just went in the direction it told me to go." 

"What told ya?"

"My heart." you smiled. 

Stiffening he felt that blush creeping up to his ears. 

"I wanted to come find you sooner but I... well I couldn't." you spoke looking down and frowning a bit before shaking your head and looking back to the dwarf male. "But I'm here now." 

Trying to process the whole situation he watched as she hopped down from the bench and started walking about the forge, looking over this and that. There were so many questions he wanted to ask her but he couldn't think of which one to ask first. Anytime he had ever mentioned the fairy lass in the forest before everyone had always laughed at him, asked him if he had fallen and hit his head. Fairies weren't supposed to be real. "Stuff of legend" Balin always told him. "Children's story characters" Thorin told him. She was real though, he was sure he hadn't bumped his head and he hadn't drank anything. She was standing right in front of him. Maybe he had eaten something bad? No. No. 

"What is this place called?" you asked, looking to all the tools and such. You had seen them before when you would sneak out but you didn't know the name.

She had spoken, asked him a question. Clearing his throat he looked to see her standing in front of the coal pit. "A forge. There aren't any where yer from?" 

Humming you tilted your head. "One I think but I've never seen anyone there." Reaching out you poked one of the chains hanging down. 

"An' where exactly are ya from?"

"Galilee." 

"Never 'eard of it." 

"It's in a different realm than this one, hidden from all but fairy folk." 

Humming he watched her continue inspecting things. When she reached out to touch one of the iron horse shoes he heard her let out a hiss and watched her fall backwards to the floor. Quickly standing he hurried around the bench to see her holding her hand to her chest, her face contorted into one of pain. Kneeling down in front of her he furrowed his brows, "What's wrong?" 

"I...iron..." 

Gently taking her hand he pulled it out to look at it and saw she indeed had what looked to be a burn to the tips of her middle and forefinger. Blinking he felt a strange clenching in his chest and helped her up. Taking her back to his stool he sat her down on it and moved to get some of the burn salve. Crouching down before her he dabbed a bit onto her fingers and gently rubbed it in. 

As he finished up you grinned softly and looked down when his blue eyes met yours "Thank you." 

Starring up into her golden eyes he felt his heart thump a little heavier in his chest. "What's yer name lass?"

Smiling softly you felt that wonderful hum in your chest before you spoke. "Y/n." 

He couldn't help the pull of his lips as he received her name. Standing he gave a bow, "Dwalin at yer service." 

Giggling lightly you shared a grin as he rose to look at you again. Hearing the chime of a bell you startled and snapped your eyes over to the door to see another male come inside. 

"Ya about done lad? It's gettin' late."

Turning around he saw his brother there, pushing off the hood of his soaked cloak. As soon as his brother looked up he saw shock come over his face at seeing the female inside, sitting on his bench, wrapped in his cloak. As his eyes turned to look at him, that older brother look of curiosity and disapproval he swallowed. 

"Hello." you spoke to the new male. 

"Uhm h.. hello there lassie." Balin spoke. "I haven't seen you around here before, tell me are ya here fer business reasons." 

"No, I just came here to see Dwalin." you spoke. 

His name sounded so lovely coming from her lips. 

"Is that right?" Balin asked with raised brows, looking to his brother for answers.  

Clearing his throat Dwalin looked between the two. "Y/n this is my brother Balin. Brother, this is Y/n." 

"Your brother?" you asked with a smile. Looking to the older male you hopped off the bench and moved over to him. "It's so nice to meet you." 

Chuckling lightly Balin gave a bow. "The pleasure is mine dearie." Looking to his little brother he gave him a look, "Brother a word." 

Sighing he nodded, "Aye." looking to Y/n he saw her give him that sweet smile that seemed to be ever present on her face. 

Watching as Dwalin and his brother stepped into the room next to this one you grinned and looked down to the cloak. Dipping your head to smell at it you sighed at the scent of the dwarf male on it. A sudden strike of lightning made you gasp, your eyes snapping to the window. As a loud booming thunder followed you curled up and dipped your head, your fingers curling into the cloak for a moment. Glancing back to the room Dwalin had went into you frowned. You wanted to say goodbye but you didn't want to interrupt his conversation with his brother. Another loud thunder made you tense and you bit your lip as you removed his cloak and hung it back on the hook that he had gotten it from. With one last glance towards his direction you shrunk down and flew out the open window. 

Growling he turned and walked back out to the forge, "Y/n, lass will ya please tell my brother what ya... are..." Seeing the room empty he knit his brows. Snapping his eyes around he tried to spot her but she was gone, his cloak hanging back on the hook. Dropping his shoulders he felt a small pull in his chest and heard Balin sigh from behind him. 

"Ya know I think ya are gettin' too old ta believe in fairies lad."

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Sitting by the camp fire he turned the meat he was cooking before looking back down to his ax to continue sharpening the blade on it. A faint glow from beside him made him turn his head, his hand gripping his weapon. Seeing nothing he knit his brows and listened but couldn't hear anything. Sighing he turned back to the fire. 

"Hi Dwalin."

The sudden voice from beside him made him about fall over. Snapping his eyes to the source he saw the face that had been in his dreams since the last time they had met. "Ya know I think you enjoy scaring the bajeebeeze out of me lass." he spoke and heard her giggle. Sitting back straight he turned more towards her to look her over fully. She was now a little older since they had last saw each other, looking to be around what a human would consider early twenties or so. It had to have been close to twenty years since she had showed up in the forge he was working in. He would be lying if he said he hadn't missed her, even if everyone else said he was crazy and that his fairy lass didn't exist. 

"Are you out here all by yourself?" you asked, looking around and seeing no one else here.

Humming he nodded. "Aye lass, on a scouting mission." Her hair was longer now, going to her waist in long sliver waves that seemed to glow like liquid silver itself. Her eyes themselves were like pools of molten gold as she looked to him. Licking his lips he took a breath, "Why'd ya leave last time like that?" he asked, wondering if it was something he did.

"I had to, my father... well he called for me." 

"Yer father." seeing her nod and look down he said no more. Looking to the fire he moved to check his meat. Finding it done he removed it from the heat and set it aside to cool some. Noticing her looking it over oddly he rose a brow. "Ya act as though ya've never seen venison before." 

"Venison? What's that?"

Freezing he looked to her and then shook his head slightly, "Yer kidding?" When she only continued looking to him he sighed. "What is it ya eat lass?" 

"I like fruits and vegetables, fish... um....oh I sometimes sneak tarts when no one is looking." you smiled. 

"So you've never had meat before?" he asked and saw her shake her head. Scoffing he grabbed his knife and the skewer of meat. Slicing strips of it he placed it on the wooden plate he had until it was all off. Holding the one fork he had out for her to take he watched her small hand timidly take it. Using his knife to lift his own piece he saw her watching him but not take one herself. "Well go on." 

Seeing him start eating his own piece you looked down to the plate and poked one of the strips. Lifting it up you looked it over, smelling of it before you hesitantly took a bite. 

Watching her as she ate the meat he saw as she seemed to think it over as she chewed. When she swallowed he rose his brows. "Well?"

"It's good." you grinned. 

Chuckling he pushed the plate between them both and nodded down to it, silently telling her to take more. They both ate in a comfortable silence for a while, she didn't eat no where near as much as he did but still she seemed to enjoy it and he secretly enjoyed being able to feed her. 

"How is your brother, Balin?" 

He was surprised that she remembered his brother and grinned. "He's good lass. Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes, I had twelve sisters and seventeen brothers." 

His eyes went wide at that, thirty, thirty children. How the hell does one have that many children. "So are you the oldest or youngest or..."

"No I'm somewhere in the middle. Balin is your older brother?" 

Nodding he saw her grin. 

"Are you and your brother close?" you asked, crossing your legs under you and looking up to him. 

"Aye. Aren't you close with your siblins'?" he asked but saw her lip twitch, her eyes looking down before she shook her head. 

"Not really, I...well I've always been d...different." 

Seeing how this saddened her he furrowed his brows and felt a small clenching in his heart. When a breeze came he saw her give a shiver and looked to her thin, short white dress. The thing hung on her shoulders by only thin straps and ended at her knees. "Don't ya 'ave any more clothes other than that measly thing?" 

Looking down you tilted your head. "No not really." you giggled. 

Huffing he took his cloak off and went to wrap it around her shoulders but looked to her blue wings that were standing upwards behind her. They were the most bright shade of blue, slightly see through and shiny in the light of the fire. He didn't realize he was staring until she gave a small flap of them. Clearing his throat he saw her laying them flat and wrapped his cloak around her. 

You gave a hum as the warmth of his cloak enveloped you. "Your clothes must keep you very warm." you said eyeing his fur and leather. Looking up to his face you smiled, "Well that and your hair. I like the way you have it now." you spoke, admiring the way he had it cut into a mohawk. Looking to the hair coming out of his chin and along his jaw you tilted your head a bit and lifted your hand. "Do all dwarves grow hair out their face as well?"

He felt his cheeks flush at her complimenting his hair but when her small hand flited and she touched his beard he froze. Her touch was extremely gentle, so much in fact he could barely fee it but still he acted before he coudl think. Grabbing her wrist he shoved her hand away from him. "What in Durin's name ya doin'?"

Gasping at his sudden deep voice and being rough actions you looked up at him in shock. "I..."

"Ya don't just touch a dwarf's beard like that?! Mahal. Don't ya know anythin'?"

Feeling your heart hammering against your ribs you and your eye filling with tears you looked to his angry face and felt a sharp pain in your chest. "I..I'm sorry...I...didn't..." Looking down you felt your lip tremble. "I'm sorry." was the last thing you said before you quickly shrunk down and flew away as fast as you could, not wanting to embarrass yourself further.

Hearing her quiet whisper he furrowed his brows as her frame curled inward. Before he coudl speak a word however she was gone in a tiny ball of light. "No. Y/n wait...." He tried calling but she didn't come back. Growling he rubbed his face, "Fer fuck's sake. Way ta go ya jacksie." he grumbled. Glancing down to his cloak he lifted it from the bedroll they had been siting on and looked at it for a moment before bringing it to his nose. Inhaling he smelt just the faintest small of her sweet scent and sighed. 

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Letting out a long sigh you blinked and looked over the water's surface. Hearing the laughter of some of your sisters you glanced their way, seeing them all siting in the field of flowers. From the looks of it they were busy doing each other's hair, working their sleek colorful locks into intricate styles. Your lip twitched as you for a fleeting moment thought about going over to them before you remembered the last time. It had taken you a weeks to get all the moss and sap out of your hair. Looking down you rubbed your arm. Your brothers offered no better company, leaving you bruised and sore from their rough treatment. Closing your eyes you snapped them open at the sound of the horn, banquet time. Standing you flew to the entrance and landed on the small platform. Going to walk in you were caught by a rough yank of your upper arm, from the pain of the hand holding you, you knew bruises would be there later. Glancing up you saw your father there and shrunk up as his loathsome eyes stared down at you. 

"Do try not to humiliate me or the rest of the family any more than you already do tonight." he spoke in a low voice so not to bring attention. 

Swallowing thickly you kept your eyes down so not to show the hurt his words had caused as you nodded. "Yes father." All that was heard was a huff from him as he walked away, the cough that had been bothering him for a while sparking up. Not a few moments later you heard the applause and took a deep breath before entering the hall. Getting to your normal seat at the far end of the table you stopped and looked to your stool to see a different one there, one that matched the others. Knitting your brows you heard your siblings chuckling and giggling. 

"Y/n take your seat so the feast can begin." you mother spoke in a hiss. 

Licking your lips you moved to the new stool and sat in it, the table now coming up to your shoulders. Hearing a few snickers from the other fairies you stifled your trembling lip. 

"Such a tiny little thing she is isn't she?" 

"And such a strange coloring she has." 

"Yes, there was never any reason we coudl come to, the rest of our children are all perfectly normal." 

"Hmmm how peculiar."

"I'm sure it was nothing either of you did, she was probably just defective from the beginning."

"Yes sometimes I find myself wondering if we should have just shown her mercy. After all she is doomed to a lone existence anyway, not having a bonded."

You could listen to no more of their whispers, choosing instead to stare at your plate as it was set in front of you. Fish again. What you wouldn't give for more of that meat Dwalin had shared with you. Sighing you lifted your fork and started poking at your food. 

After dinner everyone broke off into conversation, your siblings finding their bonded to be close with. Looking across the hall you couldn't help the clenching in your heart as you took in all the couples here and there. Even your youngest siblings had their destined one's by their sides to play and talk with. It was times like these when you thought of your dwarf the most. You wondered if he thought of you as well? Did you ever cross his mind? You hadn't seen him since that night when you had made the mistake of touching his beard as he called it. How you had hated yourself after that, realizing how you had offended him so. You hoped he knew how truly sorry you were, you never meant to do something he didn't like and you hoped he would forgive you. On multiple occasions now you wanted to go see him again and give formal apology but you were to afraid to do it. Too afraid of his dismissal. 

Deciding to go out onto the balcony you moved into the corner where no one was and stared up at the night sky. Sometimes you wished you could fly way up there with the stars. A sudden sharp pain in your chest made you stiffen and your brows furrow. When it didn't go away you blinked. "Dwalin?" you spoke in a soft voice. Something was wrong. Without another moments thought you flew from the balcony and off into the sky as fast as your wings would take you. 

Arriving on the battle field you furrowed your brows and panted as you looked around. Staying in your tiny form you gasped when a horrid looking creature swung his sword by you. Dodging the blade you saw as a male came running up to cut down the foe. Yells of anger and pain filled the air and a pungent odor filed your nose. Your heart hammered in your chest as you spun around, where was he? Where was your dwarf? Seeing some from both sides laying unmoving on the ground as well as those who were covered in blood you felt true fear fill you. As you flew around the area looking for Dwalin you sent a silent plea to the Gods to keep him safe. 

You almost flew past him, hearing a familiar voice you stopped and looked around. When you did spot him you felt ice fill your veins. He was in the middle of a battel with one of the monsters but he was hurt. Blood was spilling from his right shoulder and he also looked to be limping. Seeing another coming up from behind him you took a deep breath and flew down. Growing in size you grabbed one of the weapons from the ground and moved to attack the thing. 

Hearing a female grunt he looked over his shoulder and felt his eyes go wide. "Y/n?" Blocking the orc's sword he swung his second ax and cut the thing's leg, sending it to it's knee. When he heard her cry out he looked to see the thing had knocked her to the ground and was holding it's spear above her ready to strike. Roaring out he cut the head from the one he had been fighting before hurrying to her defense and doing the same. Staring down at her he saw her looking up at him with those gold eyes. "What the hell ya doin' ere'?!" he yelled but then snapped his mouth shut when he saw her shoulders curl up some. Taking a deep breath he went to speak in a more softer voice but a broken yell cut him off and he grit his teeth when he felt a intense pain to his side. Fighting with the orc he growled and pushed through the pain until he had finished off that scum as well. 

Seeing him panting you quickly hurried to his side when he leaned against the bolder, his hand on his side. "Dwalin..." Seeing blood on his clothes you knit your brows, "You're hurt." 

" 'm fine lass." he told her. 

Watching as his body started to slump to the ground you tried to hold him up as much as you could, "No. You're not." 

"Just need ta sit fer a sec'n." 

Helping to ease him down you looked over his blood and filth covered body, your heart beating like a drum. 

"Ya need ta get away from this lass, war ain't no place fer an angel like ya." he told her. Any other time he wouldn't be able to say such things but right now he would blame it on the blood loss. 

Looking up to his face you licked your lips and stared into his lidded eyes. Seeing how pale he was going you looked down to his wounds again and knew you had to do something soon or he would die. "Dwalin..." Seeing his eyes now closed you took a deep breath and pushed your lips to his. You wanted to cup his bearded cheek but only tightened your hands by your sides, knowing he wouldn't want you to touch it. Closing your own eyes at the feel of his lips under yours you focused on making your magic flow into him. 

He had been so tired and he thought he had fallen asleep but there was this strange tingling on his lips that spread all over his body. As his body grew more aware he opened his eyes just barely and then he was sure he had fallen asleep and he dreaming because she was kissing him, his fairy lass. Raising his hand the tips of his fingers just did brush her silky silver hair before he heard his name being called. 

Hearing someone calling his name you pulled away and saw his lidded blue eyes looking at you. Glancing to the field you saw figures walking towards the both of you. You recognized one of them as his brother Balin but there were others you hadn't seen before. Still you knew they would take care of him, that he would be safe. Feeling weak yourself you looked back to Dwalin and saw him still just watching you. His wounds were no longer bleeding and his color was a little better.

Seeing her smile at him before she was gone in a tiny ball of light he licked his lips that were still tingling. Had it been real? Had she... kissed him?

"Dwalin! Brother!"

"He's injured, let's get him back to camp." 

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Getting back to your room you just did make it to your bed before your wings gave out. Not a moment later did the door slam open. 

"So you decided to return. I know you went to Middle Earth again, father does as well..."

"Y/N!"

"Oh look and here he comes now."

Panting you tugged the covers up over you and closed your eyes. Your punishment would no doubt be as sever as the ones before but you could care less, the feeling of Dwalin's lips still on yours making it all worth it. As you heard your father enter your room the small grin remained on your face. 

[imagineurfavs]

Nu’est - Baekho A-Z

“I knowww you’re in hiatus but would you consider a Baekho A-Z ??? Your last couple asks have me thinking fr”

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A - Aftercare

Boy gets so cuddly afterwards, he just wants to lay together until the end of time lmao, so it’ll probably take him a minute to even think about aftercare. But he’ll probably run a bath or shower for you

B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner)

on himself he likes his arms, they’re big and strong, he loves that he can hold you close to him no matter what position yall are in. On his partner he likes their legs, esp when you wrap them around his waist when he’s on top of you...oof...nice.

C - Cum

Likes the intimacy of cumming inside you, but if that’s not an option, he likes to cum on either your stomach or your chest. He’ll glance at it for a second, looking super proud, then rush off all bashful and shy to go get a towel lmao

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes he cries when he cums lol. Not bc he's like overly in his feelings or anything like that, like it's just a reflex that happens sometimes and he has no idea why. He won't be like full on bawling either but like you'll look over at him and just see his eyes all glossy with like a single tear drop on his cheek djdjd

E - Experience

It’s a tricky one lmao. I feel like he’s just got a natural way with people lol, he’s a pro at wooing anyone. However, he doesn’t strike me as much of a one night stand kinda guy. Idk, I’d say he’s got a fair amount of experience, but from relationships, so like...its moreso, he’s done it a lot, rather than he’s done a lot of different stuff...yknow??

F - Favourite Position

Anything where he can keep your face close to his and maintain close eye contact. He likes being able to whisper sweet nothing's in your ear and kiss you freely whenever he wants

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc)

I wouldn't say he's humorous per se, but he's just smiley and sweet lol. He likes to keep the atmosphere warm and loving, the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable in his company

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

He’s not like, immaculately clean shaven, but he’s not super wild either lol, he keeps it at a middle ground.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Mans a total romantic, even in times when yall are in a rush and it's just a question of chasing that climax, even then he's just got words of love flowing non stop out of his mouth

J - Jack Off (Masturbation)

Almost every day, if not every day lol. It’s something he just kinda does without thinking. Like, he’ll be in bed, winding down, relaxing...then without knowing it his hand is in his pants lmao

K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks)

Now, this is where it gets a lil controversial lmao. I dont think Baekho is a dom. Not at all. Just bc he’s a big guy doesn’t mean he’s dominant lol; Baekho is the truest of switches you could ever see. 100% switch lol. He literally just wants to please, he just wants to make you feel good. As for actual kinks, I dont think he has that many that are that out there. He likes some light marking (giving & receiving), edging (receiving), and maybe a tiny hint of a femdom kink.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere where y’all can move about freely, that's literally his only requirement lol. He doesn’t wanna be cramped up in a tiny spice, which also means no car sex lol sorry lads 

M - Motivation (What turns them on)

One of the easiest men to rile up on the planet lol. Three things that get Dongho all hot and flustered lol:

1. tell him how much you love his body. (bonus points if you tell him how hot he looks working out and that you appreciate how hard he works for his body lol)

2. Show the tiniest bit of skin, he loves it when you wear a shirt that sits a tiny bit higher than usual and he can see your lower stomach when you move.

3. Literally just hold his gaze for 0.5 seconds longer than usual lol

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)

I feel like literally the only thing he’s unwavering on is his stance on three(or more)somes. He’s really not a sharing kinda guy. He doesn't wanna bring someone else in and potentially mess up y’alls dynamic. It’s something he cant even bear thinking about.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He can be a bit relentless when it come to giving lol, he'll hold your hips down with all his strength as he just totally feasts on your core. Deliberately makes the most lewd noises tryna get you to blush.

When receiving, boy he is LOUD, he'll be talking you through it like "fuuuuuuck yes baby, I know your throat can take all of me" "your pretty lips take me so well" he'll grab your hair and hold your head still as he cums, gets the fattest smirk on his face is he sees his load dripping out the sides of your mouth too,,,,,ooof. But then once again, he'll get all shy and bashful afterwards lol like he can't believe what he just said to you didjdjd

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)

I don't really think he has any set pace lol it can vary every time. I feel like it'd depend on the vibe of the day, like, if it's been a while and he's missed you beyond belief then it'd be much more slower and sensual. But if it's like,,,gotta chase that nut, then he can get pretty fast. I don't think he'd ever cross over into being rough, but his thrusts can get like, firm and...sharp lmao

Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Yes yes yes. Loves them. They usually tend to be a lot more giggly and fun than regular full sessions too lol

R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?)

Eeeeeeh, a little bit. He's a bit of a baby in terms of pain so I feel like anything that could maybe hurt, even if it's something as simple as spanking or light restraints, could take a little convincing lol. He is definitely down...mans just needs reassuring he won't like die lol

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc)

I mean, he’s a healthy guy lol, he’s gonna have super good stamina. I feel like there’d be literally no stopping him, he can go for however long you need him too. You might wanna get as much as you can out of him though bc once he's done, he's done for the night lmao

T - Toy (do they own toys do they use them on a partner or on themselves?)

He doesn’t own any himself, but that’s not to say he’s not open to experimenting with any. He just wont do it of his own volition lol. Hes thought about getting some numerous times though but he just doesn't wanna be the one to bring it up

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not really a fan, he just doesn’t understand it lol. He’s not big on teasing or being teased; he's not good at holding back when he's the one *trying* to tease you, and he gets so so fidgety and antsy when being teased lol. He’d much rather just get to the main event lmao

V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make)

Lots of loud sighs and choked out groans. He can get quite high pitched, which he’s honestly a little embarrassed of lol. He gets louder slowly the closer he gets to climax, he’ll attach his mouth to your neck as he starts to get louder; tryna muffle any sounds bc he doesn't wanna hear himself like that lmao

W - Wild Card (a random headcannon)

Okay. This is where this whole thing started lol. Baekho is not a dom, he’s also not a sub either. BUT, he get’s so unbelievably turned on by watching you take control. Like he just thinks you have this aura to you when you’re the one pinning him down and getting what you want from him. It’s literally the only time he ever enjoys edging too; he'd never do it to himself, nor does he do it to you, but for some reason having you edge him, having himself be totally at your mercy is just...omg

X - X-ray (what's going on inside those pants)

Average/maybe a tiiiny bit below average in terms of length, but pretty veiny and he’s got some nice girth lol

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

I feel like it’s either one extreme or the other lol. It’s either he can’t keep his hands off you at all for days on end, or he’s just busy occupied with other stuff and his mind doesnt even go in that direction...there’s no way of knowing sksks

Z - Zzz... (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As long as he's happy that you're both fully satisfied, he'll be out like a light almost instantly lmao

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[write-orflight]

Watch Over Me: Chapter One

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: M

Words: 3.2K

Warnings: none for this chapter: innuendo, language

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Steve Rogers learns about the future from a woman stuck in the past.

A.N This is my jazz club reader fic I’ve been talking about writing. This fic isn’t gonna be long but I like it so I hope yall do too. I’m not using my perm taglist because it’s different than my normal content. reply, message, or inbox to be tagged. Devil Has Lilith will be updated Saturday.

Slang used in this chapter:

Dish: An attractive Woman

Butter and egg man: The money man, the man who comes to town to blow a big wad in nightclubs.

Dip the bill: Have a drink.

Corn: Bourbon

Cake-eater: A ladies’ man

Jalopy: An old car.

Drop a dime: Make a phone call

Chapter 1: There's a somebody I'm longin' to see 

“I can’t watch this anymore!” Tony said storming into the compound’s kitchen one night.  Steve looked up from his sketchbook in confusion. “I can’t watch you sit in here another friday night. It’s tragic!” 

“Ugh, not this again, Tony.” Steve says, sighing. Nat and Bucky begin snickering next to him, knowing where the conversation was going. 

“Yes, this again. Cap, I excused it for the first couple of years because you were adjusting to the times but it’s been years! If you’re not on a mission, you don’t go out! Sometimes, when Pep is having trouble sleeping I describe your social life to her, puts her right slee--” 

“Alright, I get it!” Steve cuts him off, slapping Bucky, who was in full hysterics at this point, in the arm. “I know my personal life is--” 

“Non-existent?” Nat provides.   

“Dead?” Tony adds, laughing.  

“But it’s my personal life. I’m over 100 years old. If I looked it, you guys wouldn’t be questioning my staying home.”   

“Exactly, if you looked it, I wouldn’t. But you are not that old yet.” Tony says. “Come on, let’s just all go out once. If you don’t like it, I’ll never make you go out again. I’ll even get you a coloring book or a model ship, or whatever old people do.” 

“Fine.” Steve sighed, as the man next to him cheered. “But nothing like those places you typically go to. They’re too noisy and sweaty and--” 

“Yea I got it, old-timer. We’re not going anywhere like that.” Tony provides. “My friend recently opened a restaurant where their back room is a speakeasy, very accurately themed, you need a password and everything to get in. You’ll fit right in.” 

“Prohibition ended in the 30s.” Bucky says. “Long before Stevie could even drink.” 

“Even still, work with me a little here.” Tony says. 

“Fine.” Steve sighs.  

“Awesome. Now, you’ve got to come in costume to these things so I’ve already taken the liberty of telling my tailor to make you guys something.” 

“What if I had said no?” Steve asks. 

“Oh, Cap. You should know by now I don’t take no as an answer.” 

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  Steve shifted uncomfortably in his uniform. It was almost exactly like the one he would wear out during down times in the war though he knew it wasn’t the real one as that one was in the Smithsonian. Still, Tony’s tailor did a good job with seemingly all the costumes. Tony looked almost identical to how Steve remembered Howard back in the day. Bucky was in a uniform that looked similar to his back in the day, Glove covering his metal hand. Natatsha was in a sleek red gown, white gloves and pearls that was more modest than he’d seen her wear but still made her look drop dead gorgeous. 

Tony led them down a dark alley to what seemed to be a back door. Steve looked around confused as they entered the smokey hallway. At the end of the hallway there were two large doors and a lady with pinned up hair and a black shimmery dress, smoking with her feet propped up on the desk she was sitting at. 

“Evening gentlemen.” She croons in an english accent. “And lady. Are you lost?” 

“We have a meeting with Dr. Volstead.” Tony says, confidently. 

The woman tilts her head back giving all of you a once over. “It’s a nice night, isn’t it?” She asks. 

“Yes, it is. But I prefer the rain.” Tony says.  

With that the woman stands and walks over to the large doors and knocks rhythmically 3 times. The doors open to reveal a large dance hall where couples are in full swing, laughing and drinking. A trio of girls crooned a faced paced song as a jazz band was playing behind them. For a moment, Steve did actually forget he was in the 21st century. 

“Enjoy Paradise, my friends.” The woman smiles, before shutting the doors to the outside world. 

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You were in the kitchen, taking a much needed headache break from the facade you had been putting up for your tables all night long when your Co-worker, Dalia, came up to you. 

“Y/N, Y/N! You have to trade tables with me.” 

You looked at her with a suspicious look. “Why?” 

“Come on, It’s a 4-top anyway. I’ll even trade you the party table for it.” That made you even more suspicious. “50 bucks for it, come on.” 

“Don’t trade, Y/N/N!” Your co-worker and friend/roommate, Jade added. “Tony Stark is in your section. I bet she only wants to give you 50 for it because she knows she’ll make 500.” 

“Come on, that’s not even why.” Dalia groans. “Black Widow is also at your table and you know she’s on my ‘Celebrities I have to fuck before I die’ list.” 

“God, are the rest of the avengers here?” You ask. 

“Not all but you know who is here?” Jade asks. “Steve Rogers.” She says, in a mocking singsong tone, jabbing you. Your crush on Captain America wasn’t really a secret anymore after you confessed it drunk one night. “And he looks almost edible.”  

You hum, you didn’t really feel like taking another table but this wasn’t a normal table. You doubt you had a chance but you weren’t passing up on serving Steve Rogers. 

“I’ll make you a deal. I still want that 50 bucks and we share the table, I’ll consider splitting the tip.” You say, the idea of making your rent in a night did appease you. 

“Deal.”

“Now ladies, I have a song to do.” You say, leaving the girls behind in the kitchen. 

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Steve, for the first time in a while it seemed, was having fun. Tony was right, he did feel like he fit right in here. He clapped with the crowd, as the three girls bowed and left the stage. The piano man stood up and took the microphone Steve could tell was only styled to look old but actually wasn’t that old. 

“One more time for the Duclaw sisters folks.” The smooth voiced man said into the microphone, inciting another round of applause from the crowd. “Our next performer is actually the last of the night.” That incited a few ‘awws’ of disappointment. “Don’t cry just yet because Old Gary never disappoints, our next performer is my personal favorite. Sings like a Canary and the Cat who caught it.” That induces a laugh from the crowd and a small chuckle from Steve. “And maybe if you’re good she’ll come on for an encore later. Ladies and Gentlemen, The Sultry Sounds of Y/N L/N.” He says, moving from the mic back to the piano as the crowd cheers. Steve watches the stage as arguably the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen seems to glide out from the backstage. She’s wearing a floor length silver gown that seemed to glimmer with every step she took. Her hair came down in long fingerwaves, pinned back so you could see the sculpt of her face. Steve would be lying if he said that wasn’t his favorite part of her facade. She had on simple eyeliner, foundation, and a bold red lip he could probably see from mars. You were beautiful, in a timeless sort of way. 

“My, my.” She crooned in an sultry old new york accent that reminded Steve of the women he grew up around. “What would your wife say if she knew I was your favorite, Old Gary?” 

“She’d agree!” The man called from the piano, inducing the chuckle from the crowd. And a deep sultry one from you. 

“Well as they say, two’s just fine but three’s a party.” She winked at the old man in a way that would make Steve weak if he wasn’t already sitting. 

“You ok there, Cap?” Tony said, snapping Steve out of the mystery woman’s trance. “You disappeared for a second.” 

“I’m fine.” Steve said, fighting the flush that threatened to spread over his face. He looks out the side of his eye to Bucky, who was smirking at him knowingly. Of course, he knew. 

“You know, you saying something about being good got me thinking, Old Gary.” She said, as the man softly played behind her. “A good man is hard to find. Great men are great, bad men are good sometimes too.” She winked to the crowd. “But every girl wants a good man, someone to watch over her.” Old Gary seems to take the cue to start playing her song. 

“There's a saying old, says that love is blind. Still we're often told, ‘seek and ye shall find’” She began singing and it made Steve sit up in his seat. She had the kind of voice that was almost beckoning. She was becoming his own personal siren. “So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind”  

“She’s a looker, huh?” The server, who introduced herself as Dalia, said as she sat down Bucky’s drink. “Y/N’s the main dish of this place.” 

“I think I’m more interested in you, doll.” Bucky flirted, shamelessly. 

“And I think I’m more interested in dames, Soldier.” She says, winking to Natasha who smiles coyly at her. Steve hardly pays them any mind as his focus was on you as you finished your song and thanked the crowd and waved while Old Gary helped her off stage. 

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You were changing from your stage outfit into your floor outfit when Dalia burst into the locker room.

“Y/N/N, I actually think I might have a chance with Widow. I mean, she’s kinda been ignoring me the whole night but when I mentioned I was into girls she smiled!” Dalia ranted, excitedly as you nodded. You turned your back to her so she’d get the clue to zip you up which she does. “Also, you should’ve seen the way Steve Rogers was watching you sing. He totally wants to hit that.” That makes you perk up a bit. 

“I doubt it. I have it under good authority that he hasn’t hit anything in over 70 years. I doubt I’m what he’s been waiting for.” You laugh. “Still, it’s fun to think about.” 

Dalia tugs you out of the locker room. “Come on, let's get back out there.” 

You sighed before stepping out of the locker room and seemingly out of this century. 

You fake laughed with a guest at the bar as you grabbed your tray of drinks and made your way over to the table that had been making you nervous all night. You placed the four whiskey rocks drinks on the tables. 

“Courtesy of Dean.” You say, placing the drinks down. Stopping at Tony Stark. “Don’t know why? You seem to be the butter and egg man out tonight. 

“Butter and egg?” He asks, looking to Steve and Bucky. 

“Means money man, High roller.” Bucky explains, Steve nods. 

“Ah, well I am that.” Tony says, laughing. “I must say Miss, what was it? Y/N?” You nod confirming. “I have to say you are quite the performer.” 

“Thank you kindly, Mr. Stark. Go ahead, dip your bill.” You say pointing to the drink, Hoping they’d get the hint. They did of course, after seeing Steve and Bucky take a sip. You watch Steve grimace slightly at the taste of the liquor. 

“Everything alright, fella?” 

You watch Steve flush at the attention being tossed his way. You can’t help the confident smirk that graced your face knowing it was you that had Steve Rogers flustered. “I’m fine, I just don’t enjoy the taste.” 

You hum. “Yea, it’s the big cheese’s favorite drink and he’s known for liking it rough.” You wink, somehow making Steve flush more. That made you want to push it more. “I’ve got some corn in the back they call the Y/N because it feels really good when it’s going down.” That makes Steve choke a little and induces a hearty laugh from the group. “Can I get you a glass, Soldier?”  

“Y-Yea, I’d like that.” Steve flushes. It was almost fun at this point. 

“I’d love to try the real thing.” Bucky says, flirting right back with a smirk you knew has to make every girl in the 40s weak in the knees. You didn’t indulge him though. 

“Well, aren’t you a regular cake-eater.” You smirk. “I’ll be back with two glasses.”  

“I see the serum didn’t enhance your ability to talk to pretty girls.” Bucky laughs as you want away. Steve can’t help but become a little distracted by the sway of your hips. 

The rest of the night seemed to go like that. You bringing them drinks and flirting with the captain anyway you could just to see the pretty flush that spread across his face. But soon the time came for the superheroes to take their leave. As you sat the check in front of Tony, you brushed a hand over the Captain’s shoulder admiring the broadness of them. 

“You’ll come back and see me, Sugar?” You say, phrasing it like a question despite it not really being one. Steve nods, dumbfounded by you. You smile and wink at him before walking away. 

You’re in the kitchen eating the pizza you had ordered earlier when your manager, Dean comes out of his office for the first time that shift. 

“Y/N!” You roll your eyes when you hear him scream your name. “What do you think you’re doing?!” 

“I’m eating dinner. Something I could’ve done on my break if I ever got one.” 

“You know you’re not supposed to be eating anything that couldn’t be made in the 30s. People pay for the illusion and if they see you gorging yourself on pizza, it ruins it.” 

“No one’s looking in the fucking kitchen, Dean.” 

“Uh-huh, and another thing. You know what kind of songs you’re supposed to sing.” You roll your eyes harder. You knew this argument was coming. “That song is from the 50s and you knew it.” 

“None of those bullshit hipsters know who Ella fucking Fitzgerald is!” You yell. “Much less what years her fucking songs came out. That song killed and that’s all that fucking matters.” 

“Change your set or you’re fired.” 

That makes you laugh in his face. “Uh-huh, as if you’re going to find a singer who’ll work as cheap as me.” You say, brushing past him. “See you tomorrow.” 

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Steve comes back to the bar the following week. He tells himself that it’s just for a quick drink but he knew the real reason was because he could not stop thinking about you. He also knew you were probably just being friendly because it’s your job to. He just needed you to reject him so he could go on with his life. 

He found himself in that hallway again approaching the woman he had seen last week. 

“Evening, Sir.” She says. “Are you lost?” 

“Umm.. I have a meeting with Mr. Volstead?” Steve questions, not really recalling the password fully. 

The woman hums. “Nice night, no?” She says. 

“I prefer the rain.” 

The woman sighs. “I’m sorry. I typically would let you in because I don’t really care but technically I’m not supposed to let anyone who doesn’t know the password in… even if  they are kinda famous.” She says. “The password changes every week. I’m sure if you ask Mr. Stark, he can find it for you.” 

“Oh, no worries. Sorry for wasting your time.” Steve sighs, turning back out the building. 

He’s approaching where he parked his bike when he hears a string of expletives being screamed followed with a car stuttering before not starting. He looks over to see a woman angrily get out of her car and lift the hood to see it smoking. The woman lets out another stream of expletives before kicking the tire and leaning her head on the roof of the car, defeated. For some reason, he feels compelled to go over and see how he could help. As he got closer he couldn’t believe his luck, it was you. He tapped you lightly on the shoulder and you turned with the beginnings of tears in your eyes. 

“Oh, Soldier!” You said, quickly turning around to wipe your eyes and putting the facade you typically used with customers back up. “I almost got offended when you didn’t come back to see me. Imagine a broad’s old luck.” You said, smiling flirtatiously. Steve didn’t buy that smile for a second. He could see in your eyes you were still upset. 

“Everything okay?” He asks. 

“Oh, everything’s swell! This old jalopy has seen better days, gonna drop a dime to a friend hopefully--” You cut yourself off, switching into your normal speaking voice. “Listen, I’m sorry I just can’t keep talking like this off the clock. I’ll drive myself insane. Please, don’t tell my boss. I’m already on thin ice for not ‘maintaining the illusion’.” 

Steve laughs, a weight suddenly feeling lifted off his shoulders. Suddenly you weren’t this mysterious woman who seemed to have all the right things to say and how to say them. You were human, just like him. “Your secret’s safe with me.” He says. 

“Good.”  You say, smiling briefly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’ve gotta call Triple A for a tow.” You say, pulling your cell phone out. Steve had to admit it looked a little weird to see you with a cellphone in your olden days attire. 

“How will you get home?” He asks. 

“I’ll probably hoof it.” You shrug. “Or take the subway.” 

“At night?!” Steve says, incredulously. “No, I can take you if you’d like.” 

You look at him, hopefully. “I don’t want to be a burden.” You say. 

“You won’t be one.” He smiles. God, that smile made you feel a little weak. 

“Okay.” You smile back. 

“Are you hungry by chance?” He asks, as the two of you walk back to his ride. “I was going to eat in the bar but I couldn’t remember the password.” He says, sheepishly. 

That makes you laugh out loud. “Those passwords are such bullshit, Dean keeps changing them to keep it ‘exclusive’ but they always end up online anyway.” You say. “Every server has their own password, to keep track of regulars coming in. If you tell them you have a rose delivery for Mae, They’ll take you to my table no questions.” 

“Mae?” Steve asks. 

“For Mae West.” You explain, That makes Steve laugh again, of course you liked Mae West. “I could eat though. There’s actually a diner right down the road from here.” 

“Perfect.” He says, straddling onto his bike. He raises an eyebrow at you when you hesitate. “Something wrong?” 

“I’ve never ridden on a bike before is all.” 

“As long as you hold on to me, you’ll be fine.” He says, smirking when he sees a flush creep over your face as he hands you his helmet. It was about time for you to be flustered by your interactions. 

“I have no problems with that.” You say, placing that helmet on your head after you straddle the bike behind him. Your hands are tight around his waist as the two of you ride out of the lot, leaving Paradise behind. 

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Polkadot Man x M! reader Pt 2

Warning-Vent and a little bit of fluffy.

Summary: you manged to find out the truth but it didn’t help the fact you were still clinging onto something that has been proven true. Abner couldn’t help but comfort you even if you keep on rejecting every advantage. The thinker couldn’t help but feel a sense of justice but also a hint of guilt.

You sat within the bus eating girl scout cookies that you bought against Rick’s thoughts pressured on the cookies. “I can’t believe you actual bought girl scout cookies” Rick pondered on your childish behavior. “Your just jealous for your not stuffing your face” Rick rolls his eyes but smiles and gives you a fist bump. 

Cleo grins for Rick stomach growls “And when was the last time you ate Rickie” you tease. Rick huffs and takes the offered cookies and says “Shut up” you hum. More boxes of girl scouts cookies are handed out to everyone expect Nanaue for he doesn’t eat such foods.

“I like strawberry” Abner mumbles to which cause you to trade over your strawberry for his chocolate ones. You gave him a sly wink to which cause him to hide his face with the help of the box. 

“Hey why are you afraid of rats?”  Cleo asks Robert while you moved and took a sit beside Abner. “Why are you so in love with them ratcatcher 2?, you know what I think?, I think you have serious case of daddy issues” you frowned at Robert. Robert isn’t exactly known as a expressive type and everyone can see it regardless how cold heart he is you know otherwise.  

 “I have no issues with how much I loved my father” Robert sighs “You remind me of my daughter that’s why I’m here”. You couldn’t help but smile while biting into a cookie. “Why are you afraid of rats?” Cleo once again asks the same question. “My old man. when I was a lad, if I didn’t finish a task right, he would dole out a punishment. And one day, he just locked me in a create for twenty-four hours. And it was full of starving rats”.

You sighed and whistled to gain Roberts attention and threw three cookies at him, he caught all three of them. “As imperfect my father was ,he loved me. I wish I could give that to you”. ‘Don’t worry yeah?, I’m gonna get you out of here alive” Cleo smiles “I’m going to get you alive out of here”.

“What about clock” you hummed “Your oddly quiet” Robert pips up “Oh yes whats your story”. Cleo smiles up at you while Abner turns his attention to how close you were. “I don’t want to bore anyone to death” Rick scoffs “Shut up and tell us, I’m all eyes and ears” you frown at him. 

“Uh...where do I start, I was born in may the 18th 1918″ you thought of how you lost your mother. “My mother died after bring me into the world. I was small but strong while my father walked out of my mothers life the moment he found out she was pregnant”. Cleo frowns “So my granddad took me in so all I knew was that I had to live through a time era where if you were caught crying even a little your shamed for it”. Abner places a shy but comforting hand on top of yours “I was different I knew that but different made me strong and I reached for knowledge”.

“I found it easier to keep to myself until Benjamin came along in shape of defending me” you chuckled a little. “He is my childhood friend who glued himself to me from the very beginning, you see we both grew up in the back houses” Cleo frowns out of confusing. “That is what we called them, it’s just houses that were mistaken for apartments” Cleo nods. “I remembered getting into fights with older boys and I was an idiot for believing that I’ll win but I never did” Chris now understand why you protect Abner. 

“But I ain’t no coward for I didn’t run away from a fight other then that the old crow wouldn’t let it go” Robert chuckles or something like that. “I would come home all scruffy every two weeks to the crows dismay” Rick nods. “Years past and I was top of my class even tho I caused trouble and had been caned for it” Abner winces at the thought of it. “I enrolled into university but halfway through my second semester I dropped out to join the air force in 1939 August the 18th” you had to take breath. “I had trained enough to find myself within the sky in the midst of 1942 defending my country” you found yourself growing a pit in your stomach and you felt like vomiting.

“I was battling above a filed like nothing had gone wrong in the first place, the very Nazi manged to slash me out of sky” Robert doesn’t know anything about the air force but can see it. “I found myself hurrying to my death until an enemy pilot collided with me but I didn’t meet death instead I found myself two days before the whole entire event”. “Other then that when the fall of Poland had happened I had to be the last to know” You squint at the box of chocolate cookies before you.

“Around the time Benjamin had been set off to Poland and hadn’t returned so when I had been shipped off to Poland, I searched for him” Robert clears his throat. “I think that’s enough” Robert could tell that you didn’t want to go any farther with your side of the story. Abner squeezes your hand and when you notice you move your hand from his to which caused him to shutter away.

“Hey penis-maker, we’re on a mission” Chris makes a face “Easy inspector gadget. A little drink never hurts nobody”. You frowned at the idea but you really need a pick me up so you gone with the flow. “Expect the thousands of people killed in drunk driving accidents every year” Abner commented. You stare at him and could tell he was still a little hurt from you moving away from him.    

“Here’s to last three hours of being alive” Robert didn’t agree “I’ll be alive. You speak for yourself”. You drank your drink like a shot and didn’t hesitate to ask for another. You find yourself laughing and watch as Abner gag on his drink to which cause you to pat his back. “Easy there dots, you want to be somewhat sober” Abner nods.   

Everyone found themselves dancing with the music blazing in the background. You watch them fail at one of the most simplest thing in the world and you couldn’t help but laugh. “C’mon Y/N join us” Abner spoke while holding out a hand. “No you guys got it handle, I’ll just get in the way” you weren’t an upbeat dancer your more of slow dance type of guy. “No your not, you need this too” You smiled but caved in “Fine”. You took a last swig of your drink before standing up to dance with him.

You held onto Abner’s waist from behind and dance with him, for the truth you weren’t that bad. Abner sways his hips in synced with yours and you couldn’t help but evolve your arms around him. Swaying with your face just a few inches off from his right shoulder. You held his hand and kept on swaying while the both of you smile and laugh. You tugged him back to which cause him to look down at you, you grin and “Damn you are one dish”. Abner frowns out of confusion but by your grin it must be a good thing.

Abner turns around and stares down at you and without warning he captures your lips with his. You stood thunderstruck but kiss back after a few seconds, it never accrued to you how soft his lips were. How gentle and shy he can be, how easy a red tent grows across his cheeks. He had to be the most sweetest thing you ever had met. Far too sweet, Abner had to be the number one candy in the world. 

The two of you pull away with a small smiles on each other faces. You hum and kept on swaying to the music until Cleo poke Abner side. “Sorry for breaking you two up but you gonna have to focus for his here” you look and saw The thinker himself. You nod before parting from Abner to keep an eye on the weirdo over at the bar with Robert pressing a gun to his side.

But now here your with this odd looking man making a way to the back door with him mouthy off. “If you think that big mouth of yours is gonna save you sadly think again” he hums at your words. “Your the 1940′s guy right” you grow surprised “Pardon” he just smiles. You push through to the back only to see half-naked women “Sorry Loves we just want to get by” they screamed of course. 

A solider turns to us but Cleo makes a rat shove it’s way into his mouth to which cause you to frown. “Ah geez now you don’t see that everyday” you watch the man squirm while the others moved on. “Now that is nasty” the man reach a hand out to you but you declined his odd muffles for help. “Sorry mate it’s more like a you problem” he still lays there until he just stop moving. You made a face “Oh my goodness that’s fucking gross” you watch the rat scurry off somewhere else. You flinch when the rat doubled back and ran pass your right shoe “Ugh, fuck no” you shiver “Y/N!” you hear Milton call out.

“That was a gross way to die” Cleo only sighs “I’m sorry if that creep you out”. “No I didn’t mean it in that way for it was unexpected” Cleo looks up at you and smiles. You can tell she is still jumping “Welp weirdo how does it feel to be here” the man only grins. “Benjamin called out to you but you never came” you glare at him and kicked him. “Y/N” Abner spoke softly “Don’t his just lying” you frown and said “Yeah, his just lying”.

“Look Abner about before I..” you were cut off “don’t worry about it  we all have our ups and downs”. “For I killed my mom” you frown and by his very life you can tell he had done it for the greater good. “I know Abner and I’m truly sorry” Abner smiles and lays his head on your right shoulder. “Num Num” Nanaue says so you groaned “No, he isn’t Num Num’s” Nanaue seems disappointed.

Abner cuddles into your right side “Hey Abner” he hums “What are you gonna do once your free”. For the truth Abner doesn’t know himself “I don’t know” you smile. “You can see the rest of England with me then” Abner smiles and says “I’ll like that. Cleo came and said “Hey can I join” you smile and move over for her to join. She took your left while Abner has your right, Weirdo looks at you three before he started pondering over his own life.

“Okay so operation Harley” Rick says to each of us while we all nod.

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I know I said two-parts but I’m gonna stop here for now.

[convxction]

CYL Chrom lines!!!!! x & x

After ten years and they still refuse to use the Holy King lmao. At this point it would be weird to suddenly say holy king and not exalt. but anyway www krumb!!! this is most likely a version after the horse knight chrom hmm perhaps. because he does sound ..oldish and calm than ever. maybe.

yes. kill me softly mwahaha.....neesa ;;u;; man stop doubting yourself. had it not been the right path frederick and lissa would have bonked you already.

thats a good line because it shows that what he says about the armor taking effort and time and is the pride of ylisse and how comfortable he is in it. in jp he says he got used to it; it feels comfortable to wear so its just the usual.

覚悟はしている。 is basically chrom. always ready and prepared to accept what is to come. aaaa justice sobs. i think each armor got the iris flower somehow as the design on them if i am not mistaken sdldksgskljg chrom got even the butterfly design on his shoulder guard. not this chrom but the OG. 

;;;;;;;;;;;;;;u;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; time who bitch. that was your daughter bitch stop taking her thing. *sobs* suddenly shinzou sasageyo plays in the background lmao

do we tell him that ... there are not ONE fell dragon but ...*counts* four? ...gulps.

oh god... i think the english is so misleading AF.... why english why???

basically “acting like a king is stifling for me. I rather go on patrols (his nature to that/ feels comfortable). So, let me tag along with you for a while.

BITCH FROM ‘EW BEING KING IS MEH’ to ‘im comfortable being one of the boys’ bitch??????????? dunno if this is me but that vibe i got from the english line man. i thought he was doubt moment but didnt make sense with the next sentence??? it is weird phrasing tbh. let me know if this is just me

change fate baby~ 

god english makes chrom so ....the line literally point out how traumatized chrom seeing people DIE IN FRONT OF HIM! why ...’i will not let anyone else be lost’ wtf is this crap?

n a k a m a ~ his nakahomies are his power ;;u;;

i give you this english. you did good on expanding a little bit of chrom lines. just a little bit. still crying about krumb fayre embrum man was not ready to become a king and he was thrown into this. fate is a cruel baitch. JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSITCE!!!!!!!!! looks at his dad. you missed on this man growing up to be a fine man smh. 

lays on the ground ... so much to say about this but it will be redundant. it was a slow realization moment for chrom what happened and what he is supposed to do. 

break dance and dabs. great lord. master lordo lmao. but yeah seems like this is his ...first time wearing ...it? dunno. unsure about this or he is referring to the ‘u train then u get to wear it’ anyway this is probably throwback to levelling up and getting a master seal mhm

trying to understand what this line do ... mmm ....funny. means summoner is op lmao. 

listen. listen. listen.

i dont blame him for saying this. the lucina they mention is the older one--he barely knows her dudes. she is her own person and he does not want to be imposing on her to ask of every little thing so cant say he noticed a lot of things in common between them on the spot.

it is funny that JP he breaks walls, in ENG he breaks training dummies

me: FUCKING BREAKING EVERYTHING BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! within reason. lol

this is one of the jokes i like but dont test me by overusing it otherwise i will hunt your ass. 

anyway, let chrom say sorry cowards.

*wearing my clown outfit* i commented that in english he didnt say emmeryn but it was there...they just didnt put it. wth intelsys? do you have this hidden agenda against best fire emblem girl? i will fight you. come at me. I THROW MY GUANTLET AT YOU. FIGHT ME COWARDS. FIGHT ME! I REQUEST A DEATH BATTLE! 

sigh. neesa... i know it is a culture thing but i always find it sweeter when chrom calls her neesa /big sis rather than just her name. anyway. sad feels.

work this lad to death. he would not mind. just dangle the word bond in front of him and watch him go.

im not gonna critique these because ...no i am going--i will always prefer sugita take on chrom being serious and not just ‘ehe coming thru~’ and ‘believe in me~’ OOOOOOOO i love mar merc dont get me wrong but ...they cheery tune he adds kind of...does not match with a man running with a sword and literally fighting for his life. like if it was inigo yeah i get it or owain or anyone else but not chrom. he is in battle mode and just wants this to be over with. uuughhh.... like. you can feel that there is an action being done in jp and eng he is just saying the words..u know..im sorry. i love eng at times but... u can never beat sugita-han. 

anyway. my ted talk is over. thanks for good food. i will look at these again and see what i can use for my krumb.