#mhm yes i am very mature

[nichiperi]

so....we did drawpile prompts in the bananapoop server today. XD

[derangedsynthpop]

because barbie

written for @bucktommywinterfest Halloween warm up round

prompt: couples costumes

rated: T

tags: halloween costumes, horny buck, smitten tommy, banter

word count: 824

[read below or on AO3]

Summary:

Buck and Tommy try to figure out what to wear to a 118 Halloween party.

***

"I am not wearing that."

"What? Aw, c'mon, Tommy. Please?" Buck tilts his chin down to look at Tommy through his lashes with a pout.

"Absolutely not. And put those sad puppy eyes away, Evan, they won't change my mind."

"Okay, fine," Buck huffs. Taking one more look at the picture on his phone, he frowns, silently mourning what could have been, and shuts the screen off. "Then what would you suggest?"

They're sitting cross-legged on his bed, facing each other, and trying to decide what to wear to the Halloween party Bobby and Athena are throwing at their new house. Buck feels like they've been going back and forth over it for hours, when in actuality, it's only been about ten minutes.

"Okay," Tommy grins wickedly, doing that little excited wiggle he does that Buck adores. "You already know I have the whole get-up to do Han Solo..."

Buck raises an eyebrow at that, instantly intrigued. "And who would I be?"

"Well, I think you would look really hot in a slave Leia costume."

The images that Buck's mind conjures has blood rushing to his face and his heartrate skyrocketing. "I, um-- Uh, wow," he says a bit breathlessly. "I... wow."

Tommy laughs, cupping Buck's face in his hands. He gives Buck a quick peck on the lips. "Did I break your brain?"

"Mhm."

"You know I wouldn't actually ask you to wear that in front of your friends and family, right? Unless you really wanted to."

Buck breaks out of his daze to say, "Hey, they're your friends and family, too, Tommy."

Tommy gives him another quick kiss. "I know. I just also knew phrasing it like that would get your brain back to the present."

Buck rolls his eyes affectionately. "Okay. So, I'm definitely not wearing a slave Leia costume. Outside of sexy time, that is. And, I don't know... Princess Leia, or even General Leia, just isn't sparking anything."

"Bee and bee keeper?"

"Too soon."

"Milk and cookies?"

"Too cliche."

"Shaggy and Scooby?"

"Too many invasive questions about our sex life."

"Ghostbusters?"

"Ehhh..."

Tommy sighs. "Evan, we have to pick something in the next few days or we'll be the only ones without costumes."

"Ughhhh," Buck groans, dropping his head back. "Why is this so haaarrd?" His head shoots back up. "Oh! Hard! Maybe sex will help me think."

Buck reaches for Tommy's pants, but Tommy grabs his wrist. "No. No sex until we figure something out."

"Oh, you are evil."

Tommy grins big, his eyes crinkling and nose scrunching up all adorable, taking Buck's hand and bringing it to his lips. Buck is helpless against that smile, blushing as he returns a small smile of his own. "Angel and devil?" Tommy asks, and kisses Buck's knuckles.

"May...be...? It's a solid contender, at the very least."

"Alright!" Tommy claps his hands together. "Finally, we're getting somewhere."

"Ooh, one of us could be the Rubber Man from American Horror Story." Buck waggles his eyebrows, biting his lip as he looks Tommy up and down.

Tommy gives him a look. "What was that about too many question about our sex life?"

"Relax, Babe, I was kidding." Buck pats Tommy's leg. Then he grins, and adds, "Mostly."

"Brat."

Buck sticks his tongue out, like the mature adult he is. Tommy flicks the tip of his nose, then kisses it to soothe the slight sting.

"Okay, well what about pirates? Cowboys?" Tommy asks.

"Hmm, I was a cowboy for the Haunt Fest. I don't want to just repeat that. But you in assless chaps? Yes, please."

"Evan."

"What?"

"You're picturing me in assless chaps, a cowboy hat, and nothing else, aren't you?"

"Absolutely," Buck says like it would be ridiculous to think otherwise.

Tommy shakes his head, a fond look on his face.

"Cop and robber?" Buck suggests. "I'll let you cuff me."

Tommy quirks a brow. "Like you don't already?"

Buck snickers. "Okay, okay. For real this time. Um, what about... Oh! Barbie and Ken. In their cowgirl and cowboy oufits."

"I thought you didn't want to be a cowboy again? What makes this any different?"

"Because Barbie."

"Alright," Tommy raises his hands in surrender. "But why not Ken and Ken?"

"Why would be both be Ken?"

"Because... we're both men?"

"Tommy," Buck looks at him like he's grown a second head. "It's Barbie and Ken, not Ken and-- Wow. Nope. No. That came out all wrong. I sound like a homophobe."

Tommy laughs. "We could be Alan and Ken."

"So you don't want to see me in a sparkly hot pink cowgirl outfit?"

"I--" Tommy starts, stopping abruptly, his cheeks heating. "I don't not want to see you in a sparkly hot pink cowgirl outfit."

"So... Barbie and Ken?" Buck gives a sly smile.

Tommy nods in agreement. "Barbie and Ken it is."

"And... sex now?"

Tommy bursts out laughing, grabbing Buck's face to kiss him. "Yes, baby, sex now."

"Yeehaw!"

[igotanidea]

For his eyes only: Jason Todd x fem!reader x Dick Grayson preview

MINORS DNI!!!!!!! I'M SERIOUS!!!! IT'S HEAVY MATURE CONTENT AND I SWEAR IF YOU ARE UNDER LEGAL AGE AND INTERACT WITH THAT I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN!

Seriously, I got so much fluff and angst on my blog, go check out sth else.

AS FOR THE REST: Let me know if you want more of this, cause damn my mind right now..... 🥵🥵🥵🥵

***

„Jay…..” she called him, swaying her hips left and right in that seductive way that always got her his undivided attention. Jason was currently splayed on the sofa, reading a book, but the second he saw her coming from the other side of the room he tossed it away, smirking knowingly.

“what is it princess?”  he propped himself on the elbow, eyes fixed solely on her figure, her leggings leaving very little to the imagination “got something for me?”

“Mhm…..” she muttered, straddling his hips, hands locking on his neck, while his own found a way to her waist, gripping her tightly “I got a …. Proposition.”

“I like how that sounds. Keep talking baby…..”

“I’ve been thinking about …. Well, spicing things up in the bedroom.”

“Now I most definitely like how that sounds. Shall we start now?” his right hand travelled down, an started  palming her ass.

“Why can’t you just let me finish, Jaybrid?” she grinded on him a bit, which got her a groan “’At least one of us should be able to keep it in the pants, don’t you think?” Y/N whispered into his ear, moving a bit more.

“I….. what do you need?” he hissed though clenched teeth, fighting the urge to just throw her on her back and have his way with her

“I want a threesome….” She whispered and  fuck, he was hard before but now…. now he started burning up. Who would have thought that his little girl would suggest something like this? And to think that when they started dating she was all vanilla, scared of anything to crazy. Apparently, his lust, sex drive and explorer vain finally rubbed off on her. He created a monster and he loved that.

“God, can you say that again?” he panted, breath fastened. “that’s so hot coming from your mouth”

“Let’s explore something new, Jace….”

“Fuck, yes, you already got me.” He sat up looking straight into her eyes. “so…. you, me and Roy?”

“I was rather thinking about someone else….” She tangled fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp and tugging on the roots in that way he liked so much “someone, in your own playground.”

“What?” he frowned, but then the realization dawned on him “NO!”

“Jace….”

“I said no. fuck no. I am not sharing you with my fucking older brother.’

“But sharing me with Roy was completely fine.”

“those are two different things!”

“How so?”

“Dick is …. Is ….”

“What, baby?” she cooed “are you scared of a little competition? Cause Jay, believe me, I’m just curious about what it would be like to have both Nightwing and Red Hood. Wonder which one of you is a boss in the bed…..” she tapped her chin and he used that moment to trap her underneath him.

“I’m not scared of him! And you should know that the only one who can contain your slutty attitude is me” he kissed her hungrily, her back arching into him, before she realized the game Jay was playing and pushed him off

“Does this mean you agree?” she smiled absolutely innocently ”Please, baby. I’ll wear that little red lacy thing you like so much….”

“So he can admire you in that?” he hissed

“No baby, of course not.” her eyes sparkled dangerously, filled with lust and mischief “so you can take it off me before his very eyes. To leave Dick desperate, whiny, jealous….”

“Fuck…” Jason felt himself getting harder at the mere thought of killing two birds with one stone. Having her and torturing Grayson? He truly did not deserve the angel Y/N was being. “Just tell me when and where and it better be quick, cause otherwise babe, I’m gonna take you right here, right now. “

[sugarushwriting]

ot7 vampire — human blood bank (s2)

part three (not proofread)

i will not be writing explicit content/material for ni-ki but there will be mature themes around him. he’s a vampire for sake. 🤍

smut/explicit content will be coming soon regarding other members for you dirty minded whöres 🫶🏽

in case you missed it, i will not be posting any thing until beginning of november. i doubt i will post sooner but just keep an eye out. writing isn’t interfering with my day to day life, im genuinely just unmotivated, lost enthusiasm when it comes to posting.

and to 100% be real i have really bad social comparison/imposter syndrome right now.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

“you’re hiding something from me, sunoo!” you scolded one of the youngest, crossing your arms looking him in the eye.

his cheeks turned red, his voice going up an octave with a crack, “no i am not!”

“you’ve been quieter than usual, and looking at ni-ki with some questionable eyes lately.” you tilted your head.

sunoo sighed. “yes, but i really don’t even know what’s going on.” he whispered, looking around the hall. “i don’t want to say too much just in case one of the olders are meddling. i don’t want ni-ki to get into trouble for something i’m not even sure about.”

“what do you mean?”

sunoo hesitated on how much he should say. “just lately he’s been coming home late—,”

“that’s not weird?”

“—crawling through my window.” sunoo finished. you looked confused and suspicious yourself.

“why would he crawl through your window?” you questioned.

sunoo shrugged. “probably not to make too much noise coming through the front or back door. he knows i keep it open for a fresh breeze.”

“your room is on the second floor? what, does he have flying abilities now?”

sunoo laughed. “oh please, he climbs up the tree near my window.”

“oh, well that would make more sense.” you nodded. you tapped your chin then got the best idea. “we should follow him!”

sunoo shook his head. “that could be worse. we don’t know what he’s getting into. we could get hurt if we aren’t careful.”

“well i could for sure get hurt, but with your sensitivity we for sure can get the vibe of what’s going on around us!”

sunoo shook his head once again with a sigh. “i still don’t think it’s a good idea. at least not right away, not right now.”

you groaned. “thanks for ruining my dreams of becoming a spy for once.” you pouted

sunoo chuckled. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“i could say the same for you blondie.”

“what y’all talking about?” ni-ki’s voice startled both you and sunoo.

“oh nothing.” you waved. you were a terrible liar. sunoo’s lip curled up at how terrible you were.

“doesn’t seem like nothing.” ni-ki smirked.

sunoo could feel power and control radiating off of ni-ki. for the past few days it’s like it has gotten stronger from him.

“mhm ni-ki, when was the last time you fed?” sunoo asked randomly.

ni-ki looked at sunoo with a warned expression and smile. “why?”

“it has been a while since you fed from me. like a month? two?” you asked. “i thought newbies had to feed more often?”

“when’s the last time sunoo fed?” he shot back.

both of you were taken aback. “oh, um,” you now looked at sunoo with a wondering expression.

“about the same.” sunoo answered with a defeated sigh.

ni-ki didn’t have to say anything as his face said it all. “not all newbies are the same, i thought jay and sunghoon explained it to you.” ni-ki tapped your nose causing you to scrunch it.

“they did. sometimes i just don’t listen.” you admitted.

“which is very bad on your end, love.” jay added, coming up behind the three of you. jay kissed the back of your head.

you turned around with a smile. “i can’t help that you talk too much sometimes.” you chuckled. “you know my brain can’t focus for too long!”

“are they sucking the intelligence out of you as well?” ni-ki taunted.

“don’t make me slap you.” you threatened, pointing a finger at him.

ni-ki just laughed. “i’ll be going out tonight.”

“again?” jay and sunoo asked at the same time.

“ooo, with eunchae?” you teased.

“no, with some guys i met recently.” ni-ki leaned against the wall behind him.

“wait really?” you asked. “you made friends outside of eunchae?”

ni-ki rolled his eyes, “yes sweetheart.”

“who are they?” jay asked. “do we happen to know them?”

“nope. and they just call themselves the boyz or whatever.”

“names?”

“what are you? my dad?” ni-ki scoffed with an annoyed undertone.

“no, but i vowed to look after you.” jay’s voice deepened, bringing on his authoritative tone. “so i will ask you again. what. are. their. names?”

“sunwoo and eric are the two i’m closest to and gotten to know the most.”

“you should invite them over.”

“of course. let me make sure they can ask their mommies.”

“knock off the attitude.” jay warned.

you and sunoo gasped. it’s been a while since you all noticed this behavior. basically, since the first time he was turned.

sunoo knew the last time he acted this way was when he had human blood. not from you.

it seemed ni-ki noticed sunoo’s change of demeanor. he knew sunoo wasn’t dumb. sunoo however stayed zipped lip when ni-ki gave him a look of warning, something menancing almost.

“be nice! all of you!” you scolded. “i swear sometimes i hate living with a bunch of men!” you huffed and stormed away from the three.

“oh sweetheart, i’m always nice.” ni-ki smiled.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

you had fallen asleep in the comfortable beanbag—like—couch in the library, jay and sunghoon had once again prepared for you in the new house.

your safe haven.

laying on your stomach, book open next to you, your eyes tightly shut, with occasional moving from dreaming. mouth slightly opened due to drool and some snores.

your dream suddenly felt dark. like, a dark storm cloud. felt as if someone was standing over you. behind your close eyelids, in your dreams, it felt as if a dark shadow was looming over you.

red eyes, sinister grin, fingers lightly tracing over your back. your body start to shake, convulse almost.

you screamed. you screamed yourself awake, immediately sitting on your knees. your body flushed hot. your skin felt as if it was on fire.

your breath was uneven, you had to calm yourself down by deep breathing. hand on your chest.

“baby!” sunghoon came running into the library where he heard your screams. “are you okay?” he rushed to your side looking for any signs of hurt.

“just—just a bad dream.” you said through panic breaths. your head hung down, as you leaned your forehead against sunghoon’s shoulder as he held you tight. you felt as if your energy was flushed and drained from your body.

“let’s get you to bed.” sunghoon soothed and picked you up, no problem.

from the doorway of the library, ni-ki watched the older take care of you. his face flat of any expression.

“what happened?” jake came running up next to the youngest. “i heard a scream from our girl.”

“she’s fine.” ni-ki answered flatly. “just a bad dream.” he whispered, watching sunghoon carry you out your library.

“is she okay?” jake asked sunghoon, ignoring the youngest.

sunghoon nodded, holding you tightly against him. “just a really bad dream.” sunghoon and jake observed your tear streaked face. “she’ll sleep with me tonight. when jay, heeseung, and sunoo come back from the bank, let them know.” he ordered to the two.

jake nodded, ni-ki blankly staring.

“will do, sunghoon.” jake nodded politely.

sunghoon continued his walk to his room with you in his arms, jungwon coming up the stairs soon after.

“did you have to push me so hard down the stairs?” jungwon asked jake, rubbing the back of his head. “im a vampire, not invincible, dumbass.”

jake chuckled, “sorry, i heard her scream so loudly and fearful, i got scared myself.”

jungwon stretched his limbs. “well, is she okay?”

“she’s fine you two.” ni-ki said shaking his head. “worrying for nothing.”

ni-ki walked off annoyed to his room.

“what’s up his ass?” jungwon asked, jake shrugged.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

jay, heeseung, and sunoo arrived back at the house late, around 11 pm after stopping by the bank.

“we need to talk.”

a voice startled the three men, almost causing them to drop some of the blood supply.

“i wish people would stop startling me today!” sunoo complained.

“aren’t yall vampires? how did you not hear me?”

jay narrowed his eyes to sakura. “what are you doing here?”

sakura looked over their shoulder. “you literally have a human blood bank with fresh blood. why steal from an actual blood bank?”

“we can’t always feed on her. she’ll get too weak with all seven of us.” heeseung explained.

sakura nodded her head in understanding. the blood the boys had wasn’t the best, but it would hold them over when there are days you need a break.

“again, what are you doing here?” jay crossed his arms.

sakura rolled her eyes. “what’s got your panties in a twist?”

sunoo and heeseung failed at holding in their laughter. when jay looked at the two, they quickly straightened up, looking around.

“i’m worried about eunchae. something isn’t right with her lately.”

“and what, since she hangs around ni-ki the most you think he has something to do with it?” jay snapped.

“jeez, would you calm down and stop jumping to conclusions, jay?” sakura now crossed her arms, tired of jays standoffish behavior. “i’m only asking, to see if ni-ki has voiced his concern about her too.”

“no, he hasn’t said anything.” heeseung answered politely, then looked to sunoo. “you’ve been closest to him lately, has he voiced anything to you?”

sunoo shook his head. “no. what’s going on with eunchae?”

sakura sighed, “it’s just, she’s been coming home really late, lately. i’m not mad about that. but in the morning she always has the worst headache like a hangover, and never remembers the night before, other than being with ni-ki.” she explained. sakura hesitated, then added, “i’m worried for our safety. weird things have been happening to the girls and the house lately. just random things missing.”

“are you still drinking that tea of yours?” jay asked.

sakura nodded. “of course.”

“then you all should have nothing to be worried about. that tea literally blocks any coercion from any supernatural entity.”

sakura nodded. “thanks jay.”

“if you need us though, we’re here.” sunoo smiled gently.

“thanks sunoo.” sakura smiled to the boy. “at least one of you all have manners.”

sakura walked off, and the boys carried the bags into the house.

“should we be worried?” sunoo asked.

jay shook his head. “no, we have nothing to be worried about.”

upon entering the house, jungwon immediately came to help put away the bags, and jake explained that you were asleep with sunghoon due to a nightmare.

in the distance, ni-ki had watched the exchange between his own and eunchae’s from the shadows, listening in carefully.

he turned his head to the boy next to him. “what is sunwoo up to?”

eric shrugged. “i usually don’t ask him questions.”

─── ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─── ─── ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─── ─── ᯓᡣ𐭩

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Congrats! 🩷

Can I ask for Eddie Munson with 16. prompt “i don’t want them! i want you!”?

thank youuu! 🫶🏻

1k celebration prompts list

16 : ‘i don’t want them, i want you!’

W/Eddie Munson

a/n : have you guys seen the pic of joe with pedro pascal i can’t breathe!!!!

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

you’d had feelings for him for a while now, how couldn’t you?

he was sweet, funny, kind, beautiful inside and out - he was just eddie.

but he liked her. and that made perfect sense. chrissy was beautiful too.

she was charismatic, and outgoing. the best cheerleader this school had seen in years. half of the boys in your class were in love with her - hell even some of the girls.

you couldn’t even be mad at him, or her, because it just made sense.

you picked at your nails as you stood by your locker, spotting the blonde haired girl walk past with her friend, a huge grin on her face.

sighing you dropped your head back against the metal, this was gonna be a long day - thank god it was friday.

“hey,” a voice said, making you jump.

looking up you met eddies eyes, “hi.”

“you good?” he asked.

“mhm, yeah. just half asleep still.”

a loud laugh echoed down the hall, making you and eddie turn your heads. chrissy and her friends were giggling away.

you saw the boys cheeks become rosy, a small smile reaching his lips.

“i gotta get to class, i’ll see you later,” you said, quickly walking away.

the boy was confused, “but we have the same class?” he said to himself.

“in trouble with the wife?” gareth said from besides him. “i don’t know what’s going on,” eddie said.

“you will, you’re just being stupid right now.”

“what else is new?”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“you’re avoiding him. very mature.”

“hello to you too gareth, nice to see you. yeah having a great day thanks.”

“yeah yeah whatever. so when are you gonna tell him?”

“tell who what?” this made the boy cock his brow at you. “what?”

“eddie. you’re in love with him.”

“am not.”

“we’ve been friends since the first grade, you can’t lie to me. you love him. what’s the big deal.”

“he’s in love with chrissy.”

gareth snorted, “oh yeah.” you glared at the boy, “it’s not funny.”

“it is, a bit. you’re silly sometimes you know, you should just talk to him.”

“i’d rather not. now have good weekend, i’ll see you monday.”

“mhm, see you.”

you walked away from the boy. not looking back, just wanting to lie on your bed and mope.

“hey!” a voice called. god.

“hi,” you said.

“so you’ve been busy today huh?”

“not really.”

“oh.”

“did you need something eddie?”

“wanted to see if you wanted a ride home.”

“i’m good, i need the walk.”

“oh. okay then. i’ll call you later?”

“sure, bye.”

“bye?”

gareth appeared - again. putting a hand on his shoulder, “that was maybe one of the most tragic things i’ve ever seen.”

“what’s going on?”

“you’re still haven’t figured that out?”

“figure what out?” this caused gareth to groan.

“do you like chrissy?”

“cunningham? no, she’s a good client but nah she’s not my type.”

“and your type is?”

“well … uh i-”

“y/n. yes i know i know. and her type is you. but she sees you looking at your favourite client and feels awful about herself. feeling all blue, and then doesn’t want to be around you to stop those horrible feelings - and everyone’s best bud gareth gets it in the neck.”

“i- what?”

“she. likes. you.”

“well shit.” the pair stood there in silence.

“go after her then.”

“oh yeah right. thanks man. i owe you one!” eddie said jogging over to his van. “i should become a therapist,” gareth said.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“hey!”

jesus this was the third time today.

“eddie.”

“can you get in the van?”

“why?”

“we should talk.”

“about?”

“just stuff, come on i’ll buy you a shake.”

you sighed, nodding slightly before hopping into the van, not looking up to meet eddies gaze.

“so-”he began, but you cut him off, “buy me a shake and then we can talk.”

he smiled, nodding his head. “okay i can do that.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

you were sat across the table from each other, drinking shakes, not really speaking or looking at each other - more so you than eddie.

the bell above the door rang, signalling someone coming in. a familiar voice made you want to burst into tears. “oh hey eddie!”

“chrissy. hi.”

“how are you?”

“i’m good, you?”

“great yeah.”

“oh hey, y/n right?”

“uh yeah, hi,” you said, looking up.

“well i’ll get out of your guys’ way,” the blonde said, but you pushed yourself up from the table. “no need, i’m just going. thanks for the shake eddie.”

“hang on a sec-” he said, but you were out of there.

“relationship issues?” chrissy said.

“what?”

“they’re your partner right?”

“no?”

“oh, well i just assumed, well you’re like one of the most loved relationships in the schools. or you will be when you ask them out.”

“thank you!” he said, rushing out of the diner, to catch up with you.

“y/n wait!”

“i’m busy eddie.”

“will you please just wait a sec.”

“you should go back to chrissy.”

“what are you talking about?”

“you’re dating right?”

“what? no!”

“well you should ask her out.”

“why?”

“cause you clearly like her.”

“oh my god, can you just stop walking.”

“no i’ve gotta go home,” you didn’t want to stop, didn’t want him to see your red eyes.

“for fuck sake, y/n i don’t want them i want you!” he shouted, holding your hand so you were stuck in place.

“what?” you said quietly.

“i like you! i love you god dammit.”

“love me?”

“yes!”

“why didn’t you tell me?” you said, spinning to face him.

“i didn’t think you’d feel the same.”

“well i do!”

“good.”

“great.”

“i’m gonna kiss you now.”

he did just that, cupping your cheeks and smashing your lips to his. it was soft but intense, butterflies swarming your stomach.

“i love you, not chrissy. and i’d really like to take you out, if you’d let me?”

“i’d like that.”

[cannedkopi]

After obsessing about the season 3 Kathony teaser for over a day now, I have the following observations:

I am pretty sure that the kiss was something Anthony wanted to do back during that country dance at the Harmony Ball. Both times we get that laughter and twirl! So where are the gifs comparing these two scenes? And why am I not skilled enough to make them myself?

The expression on Anthony’s face is the same he had when Kate arrived at Aubrey Hall. Again, I should consider learning how to make bloody gifs...

Kate looks so bloody gorgeous in that dress, it should be illegal! However, it appears to be waaaaay too modern. I mean, seriously, even as someone whose entire knowledge about Regency dress comes from watching an unhealthy amount of YouTube videos and googling, I can see that the silhouette is not Regency at all. And yes, I have seen the comments, that it appears to play into her Indian heritage, and I do hope this was indeed the intention behind it (if, so, then awesome and everything makes sense!), because otherwise, I will be very disappointed with the Bridgeton costume department. I never expected them to be historically accurate, but come on!

Anthony’s waistcoat matches Kate’s dress and that is just so, so brilliant!

Overall, Kate looks so much more mature in this teaser. In season 2, she was visually still this young girl and now she looks like the grown woman and viscountess that she is. And it’s awesome.

Anthony is now actually even tempered when it comes to his sister’s debut! Can you imagine Daphne asking for a moment to herself and season 1 Anthony being all “of course”? No? Neither can I.

No gloves AND a kiss (and that cheeky, cheeky grin!)! My, my Lord and Lady Bridgeton might be married bit this is still sooo very much improper! Please give us more of that in season 3!

I am excited for Francesca! She seems to be so different from both Daphne and Eloise and I am all there for it!

I think I have spotted Lord Debling in the background. Mhm....

I feel kind of sad for Penelope, standing there all by herself and clearly feeling very much self-conscious. And this seems to be the same ball from the previous teaser with Pen telling Colin off!  Interesting.

Polin fans, I feel you that you are disappointed that there was no Polin content this time around. I get it because this is how us Kathony fans felt after the last live event, when we did not even get the smallest bit of info on our ship. Like nothing! Zero! Nada!

I know this I totally not going to happen, but I still want Kathony to get as much screen time as that damn Featherington heir/ ruby mine scam plot in season two. I will be more than just happy if we get that (but yeah, I am a realist...).

[a-court-of-lust-and-stardust]

Love on Ice Chapter 9: The Dilemmas

Another chapter update for y’all ❤️

37 Days until Competition

Elain felt shitty that the first time she invited her sisters to her apartment in months was because of a stupid boy. (Fitting, because said stupid boy had given her the idea of reconnecting with her sisters in the first place.) But she was seething and needed someone rational and level headed to talk to. 

And Feyre, bless her heart, didn't seem to mind at all, just excited to finally spend time with her sister as Elain described how they’d become partners. The youngest Archeron perched at the dining table with a glass of red wine, both fists propping her chin up, blue eyes wide as she tracked Elain’s frantic pacing. The oldest sister would be joining shortly.

“I just don’t understand why he didn’t tell me,” Elain said, fingers that weren’t holding her own wine glass digging into her temples. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but she felt alcohol was necessary. “I don’t need to know everything about his life, but you’d think he would have just…said it naturally.” 

“So then maybe it’s possible he doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Feyre reasoned, casually sipping her wine. “He might have just gone out one night to…” She grimaced, shaking the images from her brain. She did not want to think about her friend that way. “But I know Az. He isn’t normally the type to bring girls home.” 

Elain set her glass down, hands on her hips. “Okay well maybe they take him home instead. I don’t know which option is worse, and I don’t know which one I’d prefer.” 

None. She’d prefer none of these scenarios her brain had concocted. Truly, she wouldn’t have questioned any of this had she not seen the hickey. It was displayed so proudly on his skin, so vividly. 

“And…why would it be a big deal if he had a girlfriend?” Feyre wondered, swirling the liquid in her glass. She schooled her face into one of indifference, though it was difficult to hide the tug of her lips at the realization Elain had a crush and was seemingly spiraling out of control. 

Elain sighed, joining Feyre at the table after the oven dinged. A plate of warm chocolate chip cookies sat between them. The sisters dug in, savoring the warmth and sweetness on their tongues. “It’s just about respect. Ice dancing is…intimate. I don’t want to cause any problems between them.” 

“Fair, and mature,” Feyre said around a mouthful of chocolate. “And if he doesn’t have one…”

Elain swallowed her bite, flashing her sister an unenthused look. “Feyre, have you seen him?” 

“I don't ogle my husband’s best friend if that’s what you’re asking,” Feyre snorted, “But yes, Azriel has always been handsome. And it sounds to me that you are very attracted to him.” 

Elain froze, wine glass halfway to her mouth. Her eyes narrowed into slits. “I am not.” 

A bold lie that neither one of them commented on. 

“He has a girlfriend. And in the event he doesn't, then I have to live with the fact that my skating partner takes women home and…engages in…uncompromising positions.” Heat warmed her cheeks. Any and all thoughts about Azriel’s sexual endeavors were pushed out of her head, even if some begged to stay. 

The front door to her apartment swung open violently. Nesta dropped her dance bag and kicked off her shoes before slinking over to her sisters. Not even bothering to grab a glass, she took a swig straight from the wine bottle. 

“Sorry I’m late,” She grumbled, trying her best to remove the scowl from her face. “Cassian does not know when to stop talking.” 

A look passed between the two younger sisters. 

“Didn’t you just come from work?” Elain asked, offering up a cookie. 

Nesta accepted, devouring the treat in two bites. “Mhm. Apparently, he’s decided that in his free time, he's going to watch my classes. And then when my classes are done, he’s going to trap me into a twenty minute conversation, asking me when I’m going to grow up and let him take me out.” 

Elain and Feyre cooed simultaneously, giggling at Nesta’s eye twitch. “That is not cute. He is not cute. He is a distraction and he angers me.” 

Lie after lie after lie. 

Apparently the Archeron sisters were professionals at denying very obvious feelings. 

“If you didn’t want him there, why didn't you kick him out?” Feyre asked, brows quirked in challenge. Elain nodded her agreement.

Nesta bit out, “Whatever. I’m still not going out with him.” 

Because she did want him there, Elain thought to herself with a grin.

Nesta plopped herself on the floor, not bothering to perch in a chair. Cross legged, she stared up at her sisters. “So, what did I miss?” 

A brief moment of silence passed over them before Feyre blurted giddily, “Elain has a crush on Az.” She almost spewed her wine at Elain’s incredulous look. 

“I do not,” Elain hissed, chomping another cookie. She turned to Nesta, whose face was wide eyed and bright. “He has a girlfriend. Or he’s…sleeping with someone.” 

The oldest sister frowned, motioning with her hand for another cookie. “Since when?” 

“Since a few days ago, when he came into my job sporting a hickey right on his stupid neck.” A very strong, very tan, very beautifully tattooed neck. Had whoever branded his skin trailed her tongue along the ink, too? Elain’s stomach flipped at the thought. 

Nesta blinked as slowly as she chewed. She came to only one possible conclusion. “And…you wish it were you?”

Feyre cackled, and Elain threw her hands up. Gosh, they were insufferable! “No, I do not wish it were me!” Nesta smirked, toying with the cork from the wine bottle. “So then what’s the issue?” 

“The issue,” Elain said after tipping back the rest of her wine. Nesta handed her the bottle. “Is that he didn’t tell me. We’re skating partners, which means we work closely together. I just want to be mindful and respectful of his relationship.” 

“You want to be respectful to him and his supposed girlfriend, then why are you wearing his shirt?” Nesta pointed out with her chin. 

Elain glanced down, muttering a curse too low for her sisters to hear. Velaris Ice Warriors was printed across her chest in white ink against the purple fabric, with a mountain on each sleeve. “I spilled tea on my sweater at our last practice. He had a spare shirt in his bag, that’s all. I brought it home to wash and I just…grabbed it this morning when I finished showering.”

Feyre hummed. 

“Look, girlfriend or fuck buddy aside, you wouldn't be this upset over a damn hickey if you didn’t have feelings for him,” Nesta said, taking another drink from the bottle. “And if you’re going to fall for anyone, I’m glad it’s Az. You don’t need it, but you have my approval.” 

Elain’s face burned. Well…that was at least good to know. 

“He really is wonderful, Elain,” Feyre whispered, nudging her sister’s hand with the bottom of her wine glass. “In the event he isn’t seeing anyone, I think you guys could have something really special. I know you don’t have much experience dating but I don’t think that would matter to him. He’d treat you perfectly, just like you deserve.”

That was also good to know.

“Or,” Nesta’s smirk was feline, which usually meant trouble. “If you didn’t want to date him, you could always just fuck him.” 

Elain was sure her face couldn’t possibly get redder. Nesta and Nuala would be great friends, it seemed. “I’ll do that when you agree to let Cassian take you on a proper date,” She challenged, dodging the wine cork that was beamed at her head. Nesta glowered, sending all of the sisters into an eventual fit of giggles. 

Though Elain was still conflicted about her situation with Azriel, something in her chest lightened. She was positive it had everything to do with her sisters, even if some of their advice had been…unhelpful. 

But it was nice having them around. She’d almost forgotten the color of Feyre’s eyes, the sound of Nesta’s laugh. Elain settled into her chair, watching as Feyre tried to convince Nesta to give Cassian a chance. The next sentence didn’t feel as foreign on her tongue as she thought it would. 

“Stay for dinner,” Elain offered, interrupting the sisterly banter. “Please. There’s a new recipe I’ve been meaning to try and I…” She swallowed. “I’ve missed you.” 

Nesta’s face softened in a way it only did around her sisters. Not many people were privileged enough to bear witness to her gentle side. She didn’t show it much, but it was there. 

Nesta glanced at Feyre, who spoke for both of them. Her inked hand covered Elain’s smooth skin. “We missed you too, Elain. You don’t know how happy we were to hear from you, even more ecstatic to come visit you. We’d love to stay.”

Elain puffed out a relieved breath. 

“Can we…” Nesta fiddled with her thumb nail. She looked sheepish, eyes darting between her sisters. “Can we do this again sometime?” 

Feyre turned hopeful eyes on Elain.

Elain grinned. “I think I'd like that.”

“His audacity is bigger than his dick.” 

Cassian almost choked on his beer, wiping what spilled out of the sides of his mouth with the back of his hand. “Damn. Rhys really got under your skin, huh?” 

The two hockey players were situated in Azriel’s basement, which was just a bit more luxurious than the rest of his humble home. It was newly renovated with shiny wooden floors, leather seats, a ping pong table, a billiards table, and a fully stocked bar. A few of his Ice Warriors buddies were still trying to convince him that the basement needed an air hockey table, too.

Cassian lounged in a recliner, four empty beer bottles scattered about his feet. In the corner of the room, Azriel nursed his own beer, lining up his last dart with the Bullseye on the board. It might have been petty, but a photo of Rhysand’s face replaced the usual red Bullseye circle. 

“Are you really going to do both?” Cassian inquired, smirking when Azriel’s last dart landed right between Rhysand’s eyes. 

Normally on any given day, both Cassian and Rhysand would’ve been invited over for a few beers and a round of billiards. But Rhysand had overstepped, and Azriel knew how to hold a grudge.

“Yes, because it’s possible. But if he forces my hand, I am going to choose Elain and say fuck the game. We have plenty of championship wins already.” He’d already made up his mind, and nothing anyone said could convince him to think differently. 

“I didn't realize the competition was this important to you,” Cassian said, twirling a bottle opener around his finger.

Azriel shrugged, plucking the darts from the board. “It’s not. Elain is.” 

He’d won plenty of ice dancing competitions, too. Another medal meant nothing to him, really. But Elain? Learning how to love skating again? Winning for herself, and for no one else? That was what mattered. 

Cassian stood, depositing the bottle opener onto the pool table as he strode toward the dart board. He grabbed four red darts and said, “Something going on between the two of you?” 

“About as much as whatever’s going on between you and Nesta,” Azriel quipped, flexing his arm so Cassian’s cheapshot punch wouldn’t sting as much. 

“Prick,” Cassian muttered, scowling when his dart bounced off the board. “You know, you wouldn’t be so uptight if you fucked every once in a while.” 

“Not interested,” Azriel said immediately, lips quirking when his dart landed on Rhysand’s forehead. 

“Not interested unless it's her, you mean,” Cassian said, nodding when his dart landed in the outer ring.

Azriel said nothing, but he didn’t have to. 

“Think she would?” 

Azriel licked his lips. “You’re asking if Elain would fuck me, when she hesitates to even call me her friend?” 

“Damn,” Cassian whistled lowly. “She didn't even friendzone you. You’re just…there. You know what that means, right?” 

Azriel blew out a breath, lining up his next shot. “What does it mean, Cass?” 

Cassian swigged from his beer before saying, “Sorry brother, but she’s already fucking someone else.” Azriel’s dart ricocheted off the edge of the board, turning dark eyes to his friend who was crouched over in laughter. Azriel had yet to see what was so funny. 

He didn’t want to think about it. He refused to think about the possibility that Elain was sleeping with someone. The chance she was sharing someone else’s bed. Letting another man feel her skin or kiss her neck or throw her legs over his shoulders as his tongue worked her to the brink of an orgasm. 

No, Azriel refused to think about those things for two reasons. 

One, his fist would shatter drywall. 

Two, it’d be a reminder that his tongue was nowhere close to tasting her skin. 

“How are you this bad at cheering someone up?” Azriel spat, pulling all of the red and blue darts from the board, thrusting four into Cassian’s waiting palm. Azriel swallowed, asking softly, “You don’t think that's true though, right?” “I don’t know Elain well enough to say if it's true or not, but your reaction tells me everything I need to know,” Cassian's features softened. “Your feelings for her go beyond just simply caring.” 

Azriel took a long swig from his bottle, eyes trained ahead. 

“I want to see you happy, brother. You deserve it,” Cassian clapped him on the shoulder. “And if that’s with Elain, I want to see that happen. Don’t let anything get in the way if you do find yourself granted the chance to be with her. Not your self loathing shit, and certainly not Rhys.” 

Azriel hadn’t let himself plan further than just being an acquaintance, or even a friend for that matter. But just for a brief moment, he allowed himself to think about what it would be like to become a permanent fixture in Elain’s life, if she found him worthy enough.

To hold her in his embrace. 

To show her off in public. 

To be vulnerable with her. Cherish her. Protect her. Love her. 

And his heart warmed.

Even if he was not guaranteed an ending with her, maybe he could let himself dream. 

ART FOR THE CHAPTER BY @chachachai17: HERE

DIVIDER BY: @saradika-graphics

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This is just a little thing thats been on my mind ever since my sailor moon phase xame back :,) character and reader with a tuxedo mask and sailor moon type of relationship urgrggrh

Pretty much smart responsible mature guy with sensitive klutz reader :( god i'd do anything to have this irl help i love this dynamic sm

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I like spam, don't worry :p I LOVE THE SAILOR MOON AESTHETIC!! It's inspired my art alot and I still have yet to fully finish the series! Have you watched the whole thing, is it good 👀

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{༻~The ship has sailed~༺}

CW: Fluffy and sweet! Readers kinda klutzy but very sweet! Mentions of reader owning a cat!

(Includes: Thoma, and Zhongli, Childe!)

𑁍༄Thoma:

"Are you alright?"

You looked up at Thoma from your place on the floor, cupcake batter dripping down your face and cupcakes sprawled around you..."Yes but my cute cupcakes are having issues..." You sighed in defeat as he walked over to you, helping you off the ground and washing the batter off of you gently with a towel.

"We can make more, I'll help."

"But I wanted to make them for you..." You looked away with a light blush, wishing that you'd been a little more careful so he wouldn't have found out your true intentions.

He gave you a sweet smile, leaning in to kiss your cheek, "While I love the things you make me, I enjoy spending time with you more. Let's make the next batch together."

𑁍༄Zhongli:

You giggled at your cat as he laid belly up on the floor, dramatically acting exhausted after his long day of doing nothing, "Zhongli, do you ever wish you could curl up in a ball like a cat and sleep anywhere?" You turned to face the man sitting next to you, wondering how he could possibly be so engrossed with the rather long boring book he held in his hands...just the first sentence had given you a headache...

He looked up from the words on the written page and gave you a small smile, "No, I don't believe I have. Although they are sweet creatures and their ability to curl up and sleep anywhere seems appealing, I rest perfectly fine...as long as I am with you that is."

Your cheeks went warm, your heart skipping a beat as you hid your face in your hands...how had he turned such strange question into something so sweet..."That's not what I thought you were going to say."

"I suppose it was a bit more of a response than needed, but I do so much enjoy when your cheeks blush that way..."

"Eeee!"

𑁍༄Childe:

"Woah, what did you do..." Childe chuckled as he took in the scene in front of him, it seemed your sweater had begun to unravel unbeknownst to you and one of the loose threads had decided to latch itself on just about everything. Now you were standing in the middle of the room with a pastel spider web surrounding you and you couldn't possibly move unless you wished for everything to be pulled along with you.

Your cheeks blushed in embarrassment, this was just another one of those clumsy situations you always got yourself in...,"I swear I had nothing to do with this."

"Mhm, I completely believe you. Here let me help" He hurried to untangle everything, collecting the string in a nice bundle around his hand until he finally got all the way back to you, the source. "There we go, you're free."

"Thank you- woah!" You tripped forward, falling into his arms with a huff...at least he'd always be there to catch you.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Merry Christmas~*⁠.⁠✧

[thisfrailheart]

prompt: limb | july 6 | jegulus au | suggestive and mature themes, swearing | word count: 773 | @jegulus-microfic

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"Hi, I'm James. Marlene's out sick, so you're stuck with me today."

He's in hell, Regulus is sure of it. This is punishment. Cause he definitely wants to be stuck with that man somewhere. Preferably not at physical therapy, though. And without those horrible gym shorts in the way.

"Regulus?"

Regulus tears his gaze away. James is looking at him expectantly and he realizes he wasn't listening at all. "I'm sorry?"

"Can we get started?," James repeats with an easy smile and Regulus is sweating.

He swallows, nods. "Yeah. Mhm. Yes."

James claps his hands and moves a bit closer to the massage table Regulus is sitting on. "Awesome. Are you comfortable with me touching you?"

So comfortable. So fucking comfortable. "Ungh-"

"Pardon?" Fuck fuck fuck.

"Uh-huh, yes. Definitely. Go for it." What the hell am I saying. James seems a bit confused as well but does reach for the arm Regulus holds out to him. James' hands are pleasantly cold against his overheating skin and Regulus shivers.

James' brow is furrowed as he assesses Regulus' wrist and forearm with deft fingers. "Any pain? Soreness?"

That cologne you're wearing is agony, actually. Sweet, sweet agony. "None."

"How about range of motion? How does it feel? Any issues with tightness?"

"Never had any complaints." WHAT.

James freezes. "Sorry?"

Uh-oh. Regulus coughs. "I don't have any complaints."

James nods and continues, but his gaze lingers a bit and there's a drop of sweat trickling down between Regulus' shoulder blades.

"Can you push against my hand? Yes. Now a bit harder?" LORD.

"Make a fist for me? Yes, just like that. That's good." It is. It really is.

When James finally steps back, his scent lingers right there for a few seconds and Regulus actually has to bite back a moan.

"Alright. The healing process is going well, from what I can tell. You're definitely on track and should be right as rain in no time. I'd like to do some strengthening exercises and finish off with some stretches. How does that sound?"

"Brilliant!," Regulus says and it comes out a bit too loud and a bit too forceful and he blushes. But James laughs.

"I like the enthusiasm. A lot of people are quite peeved about being here. And rightfully so. Who wants broken bones?," he shrugs and hands Regulus a variety of brightly colored balls to squeeze. "But PT after a fracture or trauma is really very important to hopefully avoid long-term issues. Not that you have to worry about that. You'll have your arm back soon."

James switches him to another exercise and Regulus almost drools when the man demonstrates and the veins in his arm pop.

"I don't miss it. I'm left-handed so I don't really use it anyway," Regulus babbles, unable to stop the word vomit.

A grin from James and Regulus' heart flips in his chest. "It's good that you're not struggling too much while you're healing. But you should still take care of your non-dominant hand, especially a broken one. Never know when you might need it." And when he reaches for Regulus' hand and guides him through the stretches to end their session, Regulus has to bite his tongue to keep the whine from tumbling past his lips. "Hmm, exactly like that. Slow down a bit. Yes. Very good."

Blood is rushing in Regulus' ears and threatening to rush other places, too. He's actually thinking about throwing himself down the stairs at home and hoping for the worst. Broken leg, maybe? Might also go all out and try to lose a limb. Longer recovery time.

What the hell am I even thinking. I'm worse than Sirius when he met that teacher and wanted to go back to uni.

"Earth to Regulus?"

"Huh? I mean…sorry?" Get a grip, god.

"We're done for today. Your next session will be with Marlene, as per usual. I hope I won't see you here again," James says and it sounds like something he tells patients but he fucking winks before he ducks out of the room.

Regulus grins. We'll see about that.

Six weeks later and Regulus is demonstrating just how well his wrist has healed by shoving his hand into James' jeans in the alley behind the club. "Thought you didn't want to see me again?"

"Not as…a patient," James pants, breath hot on Regulus' face.

"No?" A quick twist and James moans.

"Definitely— Definitely not."

"Good to know. But I might still need your professional help."

James' blinks, immediately concerned. "What's wrong? Is it your wrist?"

Regulus smirks. "My wrist is fine. I'm about to ruin my knees, though."

[ihateapbiology]

It’s A Date

Part 2 to Well Well Well

You rubbed your eyes and stretched and turned to your right… no Julien. You can still see the indentation of her body on the futon. “Fuck, well if she went back up to her room this is gonna be hella awkward.” You start to collect the few things you have and fumble for your phone to call an Uber. You check the outlet forgetting if in your tired haze last night you plugged it in but instead you find Julien’s block of an iPhone 5. You laugh to yourself and then think “wait wouldn’t she have brought her phone up?” If on cue you hear from behind you “morning sunshine.” You turn to see her holding two plates of food and two cups- well trying to hold it. You walk over to help her carry it all. Food a la Julien has always been your favorite.

“Thank you so much Julien wow you didn’t have to do that” you grin.

“no no i love cooking it was my pleasure” she responds.

“You fell asleep so fast last night” you tease digging into the food.

“It’s easy to sleep when you feel safe and comfortable” she says with a smile but the shocked look on her face after she realized what she said makes you take mercy on her and not press it.

“I’m loving this new house Jules you’re an official grownup it feels like.”

She beams “thanks I bought it last year I mean the realtor showed it to me and it was immediate. The windows are just like the ones we talked about.”

You nod and remember back in your guys’s small little Nashville apartment spending nights surfing Zillow joking about buying one of the fancy houses.

Julien continues “so with your fancy new job you gonna buy an apartment in DC and Nashville or…?”

“Yeah I’ve thought a lot about it and it just makes the most sense I mean I could get a dingier place in DC cause I’ll be there less and then hopefully a nicer one in Nashville.”

“That job sounds like it’s gonna be gettin you some good money huh?”

You blush and nod “mhm”.

She grins “so we’re both basically official grownups then huh?”

You swallow and nod and think to yourself grownups should be able to talk about their feelings. “Julien?”

She gives a half smile “I can tell where this next sentence is going.”

You smile “do you think breaking up was necessary?”

She sighs “Do I think it was absolutely 100% the only feasible option? No. Do I think it was okay in the long run and it had some benefits? Sure. I think it allowed both of us to make significant bounds in our respective careers without the stress of a long distance relationship. I think it also allowed us to look back at eachother fondly and not have to watch our beautiful relationship slowly dissipate and have resentment grow.”

You nod “I agree with everything you said I just..there were so many times in the past 3 years when I would know that whatever moment I was celebrating would’ve been 100x better with you.”

She gives a sad smile “me too y/n me too but I mean what’s that phrase distance makes the heart grow fond? From what I can tell you’re still an amazing woman and you’ve really matured. I mean hell you’re talking about your feelings.”

You laugh and rebuttal “let’s focus on how YOU are talking about YOUR feelings…I miss you Jules.”

“I miss you too y/n very much.”

You two sit in silence before Julien speaks up.

“I don’t know how to phrase this cause I’ve never done it before but could I get to know you again? Could I take you out some time?”

I grin covers your entire face “yes I’d like that a lot.”

She grabs her phone “what’s your number? Is it still the same or?”

“It’s changed here…Jules can that phone take another contact without imploding” you tease, you secretly loved her phone.

“Hey hey hey don’t make fun of my girl” she grins and types in the number you give her.

You guys finish your breakfast and you put on your clothes from last night to go to leave.

She laughs “I am not sadistic I’m not gonna force you to Uber or walk while lookin like you are doing the walk of shame.”

You blush “oh thank you yeah I didn’t need that embarrassment at 10 am.”

She brings you a hoodie and some shorts.

“Thank you!”

“No problem but now it forces you to see me again” she smiles.

“trust me I wouldn’t need a reason” you grin as you open the door “you better text me Baker.”

She smiles “well how about you text me where you’re staying now and we go to dinner tonight if you’re free.”

You nod “it’s a date.”

[letstrythisout4]

Chapter 4: Blaise Zabini and the invasion of the library

Series Masterlist

Oh so this is what she meant, is what Blaise concludes as Isabella strolls right up into his secluded corner in the library and sits herself down right in front of him, ruffling through her bag.

She begins to pull out parchment, two quills and a bottle of ink. “Do you have your Charms textbook on you? I forgot mine.” she whispers to Blaise.

Silently handing over his copy, Isabella offers him a grateful smile and gets to work on what Blaise can only assume is the essay Flitwick assigned this week.

Once it became clear that she had no immediate intentions of interrogating him, Blaise returns to Sherlock and Watson’s investigation of the scene of the crime.

Sherlock Holmes approached the body, and, kneeling down, examined it intently. “You are sure that there is no wound?” he asked, pointing to numerous gouts and splashes of blood which lay all round.

Stories like this remind Blaise how stupid blood supremacy is. He has yet to find a wizarding author who captures his attention like Arthur Doyle and yet if he were to ever recommend his books to any of his roommates he would be putting an immense target on his back. Crabbe probably couldn’t even read A Study in Scarlet ��not because it was written by a muggle but because…he can’t seem to read at all.

“Is that A Study in Scarlet?” Isabella questioned.

Blaise hummed in agreement, not looking up from its pages. The sound of a zipper opening , parchment and quills being brushed against the wood of the table and a zipper closing meets Blaise’s ears.

“Have you read it before?”

“Mhm”

“What did you think?” she urged.

“Well, I’m reading it again aren’t I?” Blaise inquired, placing his bookmark into the novel and setting it aside.

“No need for the attitude. I just didn’t know purebloods had access to muggle fiction.” she bickered.

“Well not all purebloods are idiots so…” He trailed off as he began to question just how much he wanted to tell Isabella, staring at the ceiling as if it would decide for him.

“How’d you get a copy?”

“I bought it.”

“When?”

“Reyes, why are you here?” Blaise challenged deciding to see how far he would have to push to get her to walk away.

“Because you’re lonely looking and nosey. I can appreciate that.” When Blaise involuntarily dragged his hand down his face, she continued “ I mean I can tell that if you wanted to you could be really popular in your house. But instead you sit here alone instead of bothering the Gryffindor quidditch team like the rest of the Slytherin boys.”

“Oh yes I’m mature enough to not care whenever Potter gets unwanted benefits, how special am I?” he responded with a dramatic stretch.

“Incredibly actually, everyone else likes to be all up in his business. Meanwhile you prefer to be in the business of everyone but Harry.”

“He has enough people involved in his life, he doesn’t need me to add to the numbers.”

“That’s very considerate of you.” Isabella announced to the table, as if there was anyone there other than the two of them .

“Who cares?”

“I care.”

That forces Blaise to look at her for the first time since she sat down. Her hair was pulled into her preferred ponytail with her curls going in every direction and her eyes were so honest that Blaise forgot that he should probably respond. 

Jumping at the opportunity to finally make eye contact she adds,  “Nobody really thinks like that. Again I say, "I can appreciate it.”

Blaise nodded several times as he tried to piece words together to form an appropriate response. And Isabella leaned back in her chair crossing her arms with a smug smile, apparently satisfied that he seemed to finally be listening to her meaning, not just her words.

After a moment Isabella must have decided he was taking too long as she suddenly declared, “And so I have made a decision!”

“A decision?”

“Yes, a decision, we will be friends.” she stated as if it were the most obvious choice in the world.

Blaise raised a brow. “Do I get any say in this decision?” 

“Nope.” and she struts away, once again leaving Blaise confused.

From then on Isabella seemed to just appear. Arriving early to their shared classes and asking him about his day only returning to her seat when the other kids could be heard down the hall. Primarily she would join him in the library. Sometimes to silently do homework and other times to interrogate him about his life.

“What’s your family like?” she questioned, once again indulging in her curiosity. Blaise looked at her and she was in what Blaise had silently dubbed her ‘Tired Stance’; chair pushed far enough back to allow her to rest her elbows near the edge of the table, lying her head on her arms, peering up at him through her eyelashes.

“Small. It’s just my mom and I.” 

Blaise quickly found himself enjoying Isabella’s presence. She fit his standards of people he doesn’t dislike being around. For every “flaw” she had, she had a trait that balanced it. She wasn’t top of class (those positions were consistently taken by Granger, Malfoy and himself) but she worked incredibly hard to maintain good grades. Her questions (well endless) were always genuine. And she wasn’t afraid to sit in silence. 

Blaise really liked that last trait.

“What about extended family?”

“My mom doesn’t have siblings, so it's just my grandparents and I never talk to them…Now that I think about it, I don’t know if they're even alive.

“Oh, what's that like?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I have five siblings-”

“FIVE?!”

“Yes and-”

“Why?” Blaise pried with a reproachful tone paired with a deep frown.

“I don’t know, my parents wanted six kids I guess, what do you want me to say?” she argued hotly.

“My bad I just, large families like that are really rare in the wizarding world.”

“Hmm, well I guess I should add that they are half siblings. My parents had them while in their previous marriages.”

“...ok.”

“I don’t know why you’re acting so shocked Mr. I Enjoy Muggle Culture.”

“Just because I know alot about muggles doesn’t mean when I get reminded about certain things I’m not taken aback.”

“Hmmmmmm fair enough.” she conceded. “Now going back to what I was saying” -she shot him a glare- “before you rudely interrupted me. On both sides of my family I have tons of cousins and aunts and uncles so it's just weird to me that you don’t have…anybody else.”

“Wizarding families tend to stay small, like two to three kids at most. As for what it’s like, I mean I never had anything different so I can’t compare but I know my mom has my back so that’s all that really matters.” She bites her lip at that and Blaise can practically see her weighing the pros and cons of asking her next question. “Just ask, I won’t get offended.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” he assured, despite growing anxious.

“What about your dad?”

The roll of his eyes is immediate.

“I don’t care about my dad.”

“... please elaborate.”

Blaise takes a breath. The kind that fills your lungs to full capacity before blowing it out his mouth quietly. “If you ask anyone at this school about me, they will eventually tell you that my mom allegedly marries and kills men for their money.” 

“Oh!”

“Yeah.” And while he is tempted to leave it there, he decides to continue. “I shan’t confirm or deny that rumor, I will say that my father was one of those many dead husbands. And that he wasn’t the first one. Therefore he married my mother despite knowing her history of men she marries mysteriously dying.”

“Uh huh.”

“Ergo he was an idiot. Beyond all of that though, I don’t have a need or desire for a father. My mother is raising me just fine on her own, no nannies, no caretakes just her. She has ensured I have a proper education, manners, and am plenty independent and functional. She takes care of me and most importantly she loves me. So no, I don’t care about my dad.”

Content with his rant, he observes as emotion swells in Isabella's eyes.

“She sounds great.” is all she says, her voice thick.

“She is.” 

Isabella sits up and clears her throat before stating, “I have made a decision.”

A sense of dread fills him, “What now, Reyes?”

“You need more friends.”

Why does everyone say that?

“No thank you, I have plenty of friends.”

“Like who?”

“Hyunwoo, Kira and Obi.”

“And me.” she adds.

A debate commences inside of Blaise, “And you.” Blaise agrees a second later than polite.

Isabella’s face lights up at his words, “Ok great. Four friends, only one of which attends this school. Not looking great. How many”- she tilts her head side to side- “acquaintances do you have?”

“One.”

“Who?”

“Theo Nott.”

“That’s the boy you always sit with right?”

“That’s him.” Just as Blaise had suspected, Theo had sat next to him in classes and meals as a way to dodge being recruited into Malfoy's entourage. 

“Ok so you have five people your age that you interact with regularly, correct?”

“Yes.”

“That’s depressing, Blaise.”

I know she’s not talking about me.

“What about you then, Reyes?” he accused.

“What about me?”

“How many friends do you have?”

“Not many. But, I have lots and lots of acquaintances. Plenty of people who I can rely on and who know they can rely on me.”

“Like who?” He echoed back to her.

“Like almost my whole house.”

That made Blaise pause. “...Liar.”

“Nuh uh.”

“I-” 

“...”

“Did you just say “nuh uh”?”

“Yup.”

“That-. I-. Ignoring that, I don’t believe you. There is no way you are on good terms with the majority of the house.”

“It's actually pretty easy, not to be a stereotype but most of the people in Hufflepuff are really friendly.”

“Yes I can believe that. But I know that you, Reyes, are not. So I don’t see how this applies.”

Isabella had the nerve to fake a gasp and dramatically clutch her non-existent pearls. “I am a delight.”

Isabella was … lots of things but a delight was not one of them. Blaise would describe her as a menace and danger to society before a delight. She had her moments of kindness, he’ll give her that. But she was blunt like a cleaver, enjoyed bickering and never shied away from confrontation. 

“Whatever you say Reyes.”

“My house loves me. I can talk to almost anyone and have a great conversation.”

“Almost?”

A chuckle escaped her,”There are a very small handful of people who aren’t fond of me.”

“Can’t imagine why.” 

With a solid whack upside the head from a rolled up piece of parchment she intended to use for he Potions work she admitted “The point is. That you should meet the rest of my house.”

…

“No thank you.” Blaise said as he began to pack his bag. 

“Woah woah. Don’t run away.” She had her hands up towards him like she was trying to calm a wild horse. “I just think that if you gave them a chance they’d really like you.”

“While I appreciate the offer I’m not really Hufflepuff material.” he offered to her as he slung his bag over his shoulder. Her words brought him back to just a month ago when he sat in front of the school and listened to the Hat genuinely consider putting him in Hufflepuff. He escaped from the table, ignoring her calls to him. He made it out of the library and down the corridor before a cold hand gripped his shoulder forcing him to turn around.

“Blaise Zabini, you will make more friends.” she vowed, tightening her hold on him to punctuate her words. “ Whether they be Hufflepuufs, Ravenclaws, Slytherins or even-” her face twisted in disgust “ even Gryffindors. You will make more friends. We will start with Hufflepuffs, you’re most likely to have success there. Having friends in Hufflepuff will lead to being introduced to people from other houses, which will lead to having more friends.” She seemed to realize just how tight her hold on his shoulder had become because she swiftly let go of him and began to rub his shoulder in apology. “I understand not wanting a bunch of friends, I really do. But to spend all seven years of school with only one friend and one acquaintance can’t be good for you. You need a group, it doesn’t need to be large, it doesn't even need to make sense. But you need people you can lean on.”

Blaise turned his head to the right and glared at the wall of the corridor.

Isabella sighed and patted his shoulder, “Just sleep on it. We’ll plan it out tomorrow.” With a small smile she added, "It'll make you feel better.” just as she walked away.

Author’s notes: damn I dont know why this chapter feels so long to me but it does. I think it's because it's very Isabella and Blaise dynamic focused and it's my first time writing them interacting beyond isabella lowkey bullying him in the last chapter I don't know. But let me know what yall think, I'd love to hear if their personalities came across as much as I wanted them to. As always, if you enjoy and comment to share any and all thoughts. Thank you for reading

[captainsupernoodle]

uuh whichever christmas special is the one with the 11th doctor and the sharkmobile A Christmas Carol time

directed by toby haynes and written by steven moffat

sharkmobile

I forgot exactly how adhd matt smith played the doctor and i really do enjoy it. leaning in to the big alien brain noticing everything all the time and juggling, say, a ship of four thousand (and three) people while christmas carol-ing scrooge and getting engaged to marilyn monroe

the pendulum between the doctor's "hey girl wanna ride in my space ferrari"/apparent irresistibleness to historical figures and his bewilderment around abigail and scrooge kissing. it's good. "top of the list of things humans like: sex appeal! i can do sex appeal, no problem. wait, they spend how much of their time thinking about it??"

like obviously there are certain lines/scenes that are supposed to be the doctor being a Cool Guy who Gets All The Girls TM but also * insert david tennet saying 'he's a fairly asexual creature' * You could probably write an essay on watsonian reasons for those scenes but i might come back to that later

the bit where they've sussed out scrooge and is sitting in that armchair going "on your own head be it." nice. love that. a more goofy doctor but also a very old, very angry creature with a great potential for callousness preparing themself to take on an opponent.

but also "WOE! CHILDHOOD WHIMSY BE UPON YE"

the bits where scrooge is like "have you ever experienced pain like this?? can you imagine it???" and i'm like yeah, yeah they have

LOCATION: the slightly carnivorous not-honey not-moon

we've got another "hey are you okay" for the count! a count i'm starting right now! reaction to amy asking right after they completely saved the day and gave abigail eight christmas eves instead of leaving her locked in a freezer for the rest of her life: "yeah i'm good" mhm right i believe it

this is a fun one on the whole meddling aspect. yeah scrooge is the doctor's enemy but he's also a child the doctor visited every christmas eve on his request while in the middle of trying to save four thousand people that child had grown up to kill from sheer apathy. mmmmm crunchy. also the bits where they careen out of the room and into the video of scrooge's past and pop back to the future for the passcode? absolutely brilliant use of casual time travel.

"i am a responsible and mature adult!"

[praebitorem-glaciei]

GRIMSHAW DICK SUCKING SUPREMACY

this was written for @bunnhildr but has gn pronouns babyyyyyyy

Achlys didn’t often see a particular.. Need? There were better things to do with his time, he reasoned. And yet here he was, pacing back and forth in his dorm. He was trying to walk it off, maybe, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t get aroused very often, it was somewhat confusing. At this rate, he really wasn’t sure how he even had a daughter. But that was neither here nor there.

No, this was a current issue. He tried to dissipate his form, forcing his body to lose all solid state. But when he reformed, it hadn’t helped. No, his problem persisted. Achlys held his head in his hands, trying to shake the thoughts from his head. 

He looked up at himself in the mirror above his dresser, looked at himself through his fingers. Red eyes stared back at him, uncovered, glossy. The strain in his pants was getting to him. It hurt, even. In part due to size, in part due to lack of attention. His cheeks flushed a dark hue, this was embarrassing. 

Even more so when he had to actually unzip his pants and step out of them. Achlys stumbled to his bed, falling onto his back, he stared up at the ceiling. Maybe he was just at a point where he could relax enough that desire became apparent. But he didn’t exactly want to get distracted. Not with this-

“Achlys!” Your voice, muffled, on the other side of the door caught his attention. You knocked against his door, once, twice, a third time. “I know you’re in there! You said you were going to help me with my report for last mission, Brim is on my ass!”

Achlys covered his face with his pillow, whispering screaming into the material. Okay he was too old for this. He had to be mature. He sat up, dropping the pillow on his bed. Then he slowly stood, moving to the door. You knocked again.

“I can’t right now, I apologise.” Your name left his lips with a stammer and he internally cursed himself. Was Achlys prepared to admit his current state was partially your fault? No. He couldn’t saddle you with that burden! 

“It’s three! You said three. I even got here on time.”

Achlys slammed his head into the door.

He heard you take a step back and he wanted to shrink. He made a face at himself. Too old for this, he kept reminding himself. Achlys unlocked the door as quietly as possible and then hurried to his computer chair, wrapping a blanket around his lower half and sitting down. 

“Come in.”

The door opened, the light from the hallway spilling into the dorm room. You shut the door behind yourself, turning on his room light without a second thought. You stopped suddenly, and he stared at you. With both eyes. Oh- He quickly looked away from you, leaning on his hand, elbow on the desk.

“You must really be out of it! Okay so- I started the report but after Phoenix blew up their Pua I got totally distracted-” 

Achlys watched as you set your laptop on his desk, turning it towards him before rounding the desk to stand beside him. He reached out, grabbing the laptop, dragging it closer to him. It took him all of two very quiet minutes to type a bullet point list of everything that happened, with timestamps and location markers.

“Here. Done.”

You leaned over his shoulder, looking down at the work written out for you. “Perfect!” He was confused by your sudden pause, turning his head to look at you, looking at him. “That blanket really doesn’t hide anything.” His eyes widened, the flush that never quite left his cheeks quickly returned in full force.

“I tried to tell you I was busy.”

“Mhm? Busy?”

“Yes! Busy.”

“With a hard on?”

“Yes.”

Achlys exhaled when you grabbed the arms of his chair, spinning him to face you. Bent at this angle, you were eye to eye. “Want me to help?” He choked on his spit at your question, quickly averting his gaze. 

“Pardon me?”

“Want me to help?”

“That’s.. That would be inappropriate, I am your superior.”

“Oh calm down, Achlys! Barely. Now come on, let me help~”

Achlys stood up, forcing you to straighten out to look up at him at his full height. And with ease he swept down and picked you up, hands holding your thighs. Like you weighed nothing to him, and to be fair, you didn’t. The man let the blanket fall as he walked towards his bed, turning off the main light on his way.

You giggled when he tossed you on his bed, the material soft and plush, you bounced. Achlys settled down on the bed beside you, he swallowed thickly, this was embarrassing to him, again. You wasted little time hovering over him, one knee between his, one hand on the mattress, the other on the headboard beside his head.

His bedside table lamp was enough light, dim and a soft orange hue. He watched you trail your eyes down. “Wow.” He looked away from your face. “Maybe the blanket was hiding something..” He knew he was big, he was aware! He hated it. But there wasn’t any time to comment on that, you moved quickly, removing your hand from the headboard.

Achlys’ inhale was shaky as you adjusted his boxers, pulling his cock free from the hole. The girth alone was impressive, you couldn’t quite get your hand around it. Uncircumcised, the tip wept pathetically already. You gave him a squeeze and he whined softly in turn.

You let him go to tuck your hair behind your ears, getting it out of the way as best as you could. You then settled comfortably between his legs, pressing an almost too soft kiss to the tip of his cock. Achlys brought his hand to his mouth, biting down on his skin with sharp fangs. He really wasn’t used to this sort of attention.

He leaned his head back against the headboard, sighing in content as your mouth wrapped around the tip. His free hand tangled in your hair, eyes closing as he tried to let himself enjoy the pleasure. Warm mouth, wet tongue, he was going to lose it. But he did his best not to, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Your tongue swirled around his cock, hand stroking up and down his thick shaft. He twitched under your affections. “Perfect..” He mumbled, voice low as he praised you, long fingers stroking your hair. He wasn’t the loudest, but his soft panting and the occasional whine were proof your actions got to him.

You took his cock as deep as you could, anything you couldn’t, your hand made up for. A strangled sound escaped the radiant, forcing him to bite down harder on his hand. You brought your head up, tongue roaming up the sensitive underside. You hummed at his reactions, the vibrations making him shudder.

“You’re perfect..” Achlys praised softly, ignoring the imprint of his teeth on his skin. He tugged your hair slightly. “Feels great..” He hoped his praise would only spur you on, though he meant it, too. When you looked up at him, only sinful thoughts could pass through his mind. He wanted more, but felt it too wrong to ask, with what you were already giving him. He looked away.

It was several more minutes of this, his praise, your mouth. His hand in your hair tightened suddenly, a louder gasp escaped him. “I’m close..” He warned you, surprised when you only opted to take him deeper, choking slightly at the sheer length and girth of his cock.

Achlys couldn’t quite help himself when his hips stuttered, pushing upwards against your mouth as he came. No small amount, so pent up for so long. He could only hope his cum wasn’t too salty as you swallowed every last drop from his twitching cock. You popped off of him with a wet sound that made him blush. Only leaning down to lick his slit clean too.

“Better?”

“Uhuh..” His legs felt like jello.

“Ha?!” His eyes widened when you squeezed his shaft again, tongue running up the length of his cock. 

“You look like you could use two.” Your tone was teasing and it became quickly apparent to Achlys that he was not leaving this bed any time soon.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Azriel x Reader | Truth Teller

So, silly me deleted the ask, but it was something about Azriel using his hunting knife on you/with you and I hope this is what ypu wanted (:

type: smut drabble warning(s): mature content: kinky (knife usage but no knife play), curse words, bondage, dom. sub. relationship (please let me know if there is more) additional warning: this is fiction and something like that should not be done in real life, it could have fatal consequences!!!!

word count: 940 summary: Azriel wants to try out something new with his mate…..

*all rights reserved*

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His touch, the touch of his scarred fingers, was featherlight on your skin, slowly tracing downwards on your bare torso, stopping right over your navel. You audibly gasped for air, the tip of his index finger circling your belly button before stroking lower and lower and…he withdrew his hand completely.

“Holy gods, nooo!“ you cried out, whining and rattling on the bed frame against which your hands were tied. You heard him chuckle—low, deep and satisfied, sinuster delight reaching you through the bond. Oh, enjoyed that. Ass.

“Azriel, please…I cannot stand it any longer…please touch me.“ you desperately pleaded, wiggling your hips on the soft mattress. Practically the only body part you were able to move. Your legs were tied to the lower bed frame, spread perfectly for your mate. And your eyes, well, they were blindfolded but you knew he was smirking—knew he was enjoying this way too much. Azriel loved seeing you like this—his feisty, little mate so utterly at his mercy.

The Spymaster’s large, callused hands gripped your thighs tightly, thumbs rubbing circles on the insides. 

“Don’t be impatient, darling.“ he drawled. He sounded closer, his lips brushing against your abdomen. 

It was just a brush of his lips and then….then the bed dipped and he got up. What the actual hell?

You wiggled your hands again, knowing that it was useless, but you wanted to let him see your desperation and…need.

Some odd noise could be heard from somewhere in the room— you had no idea what it belonged to, what he did, but luckily moments later the bed dipped again. Excitement bubbled inside of you.

The scent of night-chilled mist and cedar seeping into your nostrils told you that he was closer, hovering over you. As much as you were relieved that he was back, the harsh flick he gave your right nipple made you curse him under your breath.

“I told you not to be impatient, sweetheart.“ His tone was nothing soft or passionate. It was raw and stern, but still amused. Your toes curled and you desperately wanted to squeeze your legs together. After brushing over your naked chest again he finally gave you partly what you wanted and needed. Inserting one finger, slowly withdrawing and adding another one, you cried out his name, your back arching of the bed simultaneously.

“Mhm, that feels good, doesn’t it? Finally getting your reward for that pityful begging. My mate is such a desperate little thing it is hilarious.“ he cooed, teasing and -damn him- flicking the bundle of nerves. You writhed, squirming and whimpering under your mate’s ministration. And gods, you were aching for him—throbbing with need.

“Gods, yes. Don’t stop, please don’t stop!“

“You are dripping, my love. All for me? Did I get you so wet?“ 

“Ye-es. All for you…ma-te!“ you cried out, rocking your hips and riding his fingers.

“Holy gods, only if you could see how beautiful you are like this,“ he breathed out, his breath all of a sudden tingling your lips. "So beautiful while riding my fingers." He continued his ministration, his mouth closing over yours, tongue teasing your lower lip. His soft bite sent more damp heat to your very core, making you clench around his fingers.

You needed to let go, gods you were so close, “Azriel, please…I am—“

And with that he withdrew his fingers, leaving your body shaking, wringing and squirming under him, your core throbbing with need. 

“No, no gods, Cauldron, Azriel!“ you screamed and heard him suck on his fingers, the fingers that nearly had made you climax. The stress was on nearly.

The sound of what he did to his fingers was nearly enough to throw you over the edge—it felt like a sin to listen to those noises and knowing what this tongue and fingers could do to you.

“I want to try something, darling. Let me try something, hm?“

“Please…do it, whatever you want…but please do something. I need you,“

His dark chuckle rumbled through the room, every hair on your body stood and even under the blindfold you squeezed your eyes shut. Toes curling, you waited for your mate’s touch. The hair of his lower arm brushed your thighs and then—

—then there was something….something cool.

“Tell me what you feel?“ 

You struggled for words, your throat going dry and your core throbbing harder.

“I don’t….I don’t… I have no idea,“ you expressed dumbfounded, your chest heaving while one of his hands squeezed your hip. No rational thought could find a way to your brain anymore. The said something pressed against you, cold and hard. It weren’t his fingers, neither his—

“Holy gods!“ you cried out when he slid it in, just a bit. Just the tip of said thing. Cauldron, you knew what it was, still you desperately wanted to reach down to feel it, remove the blindfold to see it. Pushing the thing further into you, a wave of pleasure overcame you by just thinking about Azriel’s hands on it, using it.

“T-T-Truth-Tel-ler.“ you stuttered, your back bowing of the bed, heels pressing into the mattress and toes curling once again.

“Very good, Y/N. Such a smart and good girl you can be.“ Azriel hummed, pushing his the handle of his hunting knife further into your damp heat. “Does it feel good?“

“So-o go- gods -good! But—“

“But what?“

“But you feel better!“ You meant it and knew that this was also what he wanted to hear. His laugh rumbled through the room, hollowing of the walls the same moment he pushed in to the hilt and your scream of pleasure tore through the sound of his chuckle.

You could feel his smirk, and the mischievous tilt of his lips when he said: “You can tell me that again later, when I will replace my hunting knife with what you so desperately desire.” 

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tags: @juulle987 @marimorena06 @danikasthings @younxii @nightcourtwritings @mrofontaine @lunalilyf @whor-3-crux @tired-all-the-time @anni-was-here @ummmmmwat @azbracadabra @j-pendragonx @hollyismentallyillhelp @famousbasementpainter @bsenpai @lena-davina @red-highlady

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Request for Silco x male!reader who works at a sheep-human brothel. (Like sheep ears and tails, like a hybrid. Reader is also a sheep-human hybrid.)

Reader is used more for the gentle and soft patrons, which leaves him confused when Silco goes with him.

Can be suggestive or full on nsfw, that's up to you.

Guess that saying "don't judge a book by it's cover" is true.

sir/ma'am/ very important person, let's be friends this is an amazing request

For next Time| Silco

Reader: male

⚠️Warnings: NFSW, 18+, Basic Porn tbh, oral (reader giving),

Arcane Masterlist ◇◇ "Here's the Dump"

"I need an insider," Silco demanded, "Someone that can't be touched."

Sevika drag from the jug of alcohol, "The Hybrid brothel, they'll take any job, the place is crawling with enforcers, but of course, if there's ever an altercation it's delt in a gruesome yet legal matter."

She took another puff from her cigarette, "that place is jam-packed with information. Seek runs the whole thing, lucky for us Zaun's something they believe in, passionately, the hex tech guard schedules, that's who gave them up."

Silco took a drink from his glass, a brothel known for passing around needed information.

"Then let this Seek know, that I'll be coming," Silco ordered.

"Seek doesn't see new clientele," Sevika informed, "You have to go and see one of their people to get to even be considered a meeting no questions ask, they don't care who you are."

"Then I want you to go."

"Mhm, can't happen,"

"Can't or won't"

"Can't." Sevika protested, "Seek knows everyone's status if you want the good information you gotta be on top. Seek only hands information over directly for...security purposes."

Silco took a large gulp from his glass, finishing it off, "Where do I find this Hybrid's anyway"

Y/n sighed, stretched out on the couch in the back of the brothel, "Oh so bored..." He complained.

"move your legs."

Y/n sighed as his legs were pushed off the couch. Von another worked sitting once where his legs were.

"You have clients today?" Y/n questioned.

"Yep." He spoke picking at his black nails, "A group of guys want to gang bang then I got some single clients and a few doubles, you?"

"Walk-in only, as usual." Y/n sighed.

Von laughed, "Seriously? You're the only brothel worker that basically has never been fucked before."

There was an uproar in laughter as Y/n sighed.

"Who'd want to fuck those little lamb ears anyway?" A worker protested pulling on the white lamb ears that matched his hair, "you don't even have horns."

"Lay of Achillies." Von protested, "Last time I remembered you kept turning clients away because you were in love.".

"Whatever." he protested walking away leaving them alone.

"Why am I hearing you in here!" Seek demanded walking into the back where everyone was getting ready as it suddenly went quiet, "Who am I kidding! I don't give a shit! Cel made donuts."

"Aw right!" They cheered, everyone, rushing to get one before they opened up.

Y/n stayed on the couch, it was true, though he had a number of clients in his past, he never had many, he had his days where it spiked, but other times, people were looking for something rough, especially with the recent tensions between both Piltover and Zaun and the hex tech gates.

"hey, here," Von spoke handing Y/n the glazed donut to Y/n, "Plain just how you like it right?"

Y/n nodded thanking his friend who was busy downing his donut. Someone called him over to get his black striker horns quickly polished before opening. Y/n rubbed the smaller horns on his head.

Most at Hybrids had horns or ears, some had both, but unlike him at fully matured his horns weren't growing any larger and he even feared if he lost the little curved horns he'd never get them back. His little sheep horns never to return.

"We're opening! We're opening We're opening!" One of his other friends cheered jumping onto his lap. "We're opening!"

He smiled smally, "Yes Yae Yae we're opening."

She smiled happily, she was also a sheep-like hybrid yet had magnificent horns that curled at the base, "We're opening! Come on be happy! I may share one of my clients with one of you!'

"Don't you get the clients that like choking?" Y/n asked.

She sighed melting into his arms, "yeah..." She spoke with hearts in her eyes.

"I'm not too into the choking thing sorry." Y/n apologized, "Thanks though."

She smiled and chuckled, "Your loss! I'm going to my room! We're opening!"

Y/n sat up finally taking a bite of his donut as everyone was going into their rooms, he found his own way to his designated room.

"Ah Y/n," Seek stops him, "I'm gonna need you to stay out your room,"

"Your putting me on errand duty aren't you?" Y/n questioned.

"Yeah...I'm sorry, just...you haven't had any clients-"

"no, I get it it's a business, I'd happily go on errand duty," Y/n responded.

"The clipboards upfront." Seek informed.

Y/n nodded, "But make sure you're ready just in case."

With a final nod, Y/n walked off to find the clipboard. It was a good two hours into a busy workday, people walking in stressed and ready to fuck and walked out high as a kite and relaxed. Y/n had been doing the errands, walking paperwork back and forth, switching out a few kegs of beer. He had a small stack of paperwork with him when he walked in the front, the once-bustling room was silent when he walked in. His face immediately rose in red as he kept his head down, trying to make it across the room, but ran into someone on the way and tightened the paperwork to his chest.

"S. Sorry." Y/n apologized.

"Y/n!" the man behind the desk scolded, pulling his arm toward the desk as the man leaned over.

"Put your head up, and realize who the fuck you just ran into." He spoke in a whisper, yet the words were still filled with venom.

Y/n kept his gaze down for a moment, oh how fucked was he? Slowly he shifted his eyes upward, Silco gazing at the man who had run into him.

"I. I'm sorry sir...." Y/n apologized, "I. It won't happen again."

"he'll do," Silco responded.

"I uh." The man at the front spoke, "Sir he takes softer clients-"

"He'll do," Silco demanded.

"Ah, uh. Yes sir. Y/n," He spoke dropping Y/n's arm, "Give me the paperwork. Y/n."

"What?" y/n spoke, "Oh. uh..."

Setting the paperwork down on the counter which was snatched right away.

"You rooms still vacant, go."

"Right..." Y/n responded, standing frozen in his spot.

"Y/n." He was scolded through gritted teeth.

"R.Right!" y/n spoke, "um...this way..."

Y/n led Silco through the brothels halls, his head down and carefully of people smoking outside the rooms. One of those people was Von, who had finished with a client and smoking a cigarette outside his room.

It was faster than light Y/n grabbed Silco by the hand and quickened his pace, almost making the man trip as Y/n rushed through the halls. to his room, he dropped Silco's hand and walked over to the table where there was cheap brandy in a jug and walked right past it, sitting on the couch a flustered mess all curled up on the couch.

"You don't seem to happy about your job occupation," Silco spoke, the smell of a lit cigar filled Y/n's nose,

God and he had a nice voice. Y/n peaked through the small gap in between his arms seeing Silco removing his coat and lighting a cigar.

"Please...don't smoke..."Y/n spoke with a soft tone.

"I didn't think coming here would be so demanding," Silco spoke tossing his coat on the arm of a chair.

"My dad use to smoke..." Y/n admitted.

Silco sighed smashing the lit tip of the cigar in the ashtray on the table. Y/n was surprised that he did so.

The couch shifted as Y/n stayed silent, this was the one and only Silco, if he was correct, Silco was a hard-core shimmer dealer and a ruthless businessman. There was fear deep inside Y/n's stomach, this man could kill him and nothing would happen, he was too powerful.

"What happened to your eye?" Y/n questioned quietly.

"What happened to manners." Silco defended himself.

"Sorry..." Y/n apologized.

It was silent between the two, "I had a brother that's what happened." Silco answered, "Brothers are just as bad as fathers."

Y/n let his head up, looking over at the man who leaned back.

"Im sure you're not here to actually sleep with anyone." Y/n spoke up, "you're here to see Seek, aren't you? But you have to have a room with the workers first."

"Seek has the information I need. Having someone like him with benefit my...business." Silco told.

"Ah...well, you picked the right worker," Y/n spoke, "We don't have to do anything."

"Are all brothel works disappointed in faking sex," Silco spoke, "you still get your money at the end of the day."

Y/n's face grew red, he pulled himself out of his ball and leaned forward towards the bottle of alcohol and cups.

"Ah. Uh. Most here do enjoy it." Y/n spoke, "who am I kidding they all enjoy it, that's why they do it."

"And you?"

Y/n turned the cups right side up, "I suppose I do and I don't there's pros and cons. You're set for a certain type, and well some people respect that others don't"

Pouring the two glasses he handed the fuller glass to Silco.

"Though most don't..." y/n told Silco, who took the glass softly from Y/n's hand, "What about you? Im sure you don't have the best luck either. You know. Crime lord."

Silco raised his eyebrows shortly in response, taking a drink of the alcohol, Y/n raised his own glass to his lips, how he hated the smell, he took a sip just to gag slightly and put the cup down in his lap swallowing the hard liquor.

"Bitter..." Y/n protested, "You like this stuff?"

"It's more drinkable than the water," Silco commented.

He wasn't wrong there, Y/n looked down at his cup, running his finger over the rim. Quickly grabbing it he downed the rest of it, squeezing his eyes closed at the stinging feeling in his throat. He was at work after all, and he was meant to be working, and drinking. The two often went hand in hand together.

The corner of his lips was wiped with a thumb shocking him into a flustered mess.

you know what? he thought, I'm at the bottom of the food chain here, he's hot, he seems nicer than expected, fuck it.

Y/n turned his head slightly letting SIlco's thumb brush against his bottom lip, opening his mouth he slowly took Silco's finger into his mouth, his eyes closed and face red both from embarrassment and from the liquor starting to set in (what a light weight). He hummed at the feeling as Silco pressed his thumb downward onto his touange.

"Easy don't choke."

Y/n's face only grew redder as Silco pulled his hand away Y/n leaning over to kiss him hands intangling in his hair causing him to moan in Silco's grip.

He pulled away quickly meweling in pleasure as he gripped Silco's vest, his form half laid down in his grasp.

"There real." Silco spoke to himself, rubbing the soft sheep ears on Y/n's head.

"Y. Yeah. And senstive...mhm..." Y/n meweled his head falling into Silco's lap melting at the feeling of his ears between the powerful mans ears.

Y/n bit his lip, trying to regain some of his senses, a hnad unbuttoning Silco's black slacks, the buldge in the mans pants growing as Y/n pulled his head up, carefully he pulled Silco's cock out his slacks earing a sigh in relief from the man.

Y/n kissed the under shaft of Silco's cock, his hands softly around his base as he dragged his tounage up to the warm tip. His hair was raked through and held back, Y/n kissing the tip softly before taking him in his mouth, earing an under the breathe groan from Silco.

With a hum Y/n bobbed his head, softly, his hair dropped and raked through again holiding his white hair back.

He pulled away for air, a string of Siliva connecting Y/n's lips to the tip of Silco's cock. His breathe heavy and labored with his face red, he looked up at Silco with an undeterminal look in his eye, it a mix between geunine want and lust. He raised up on his knees, Silco dropping his hair and grabbing his chin, bringing him into a kiss. Y/n kissed back, feeling his own slacks being unbuttoned and a hand pushing there way past them.

Y/n wrapped his arms around Silco's neck, he pushing into the kiss more, moaning at the feeling of Silco's hand carassing his cock. His own fingers working at Silco's vest, unbuttoning them he quickly went to the red buttons on his shirt.

Y/n pulled away from the kiss, both panting heavily "arms up."

Y/n did as ordered his over sized sweater being pulled off him, and was quickly pushed onto the large couch, flat on his back he looked up at Silco who tossed his shirt and vest to the floor.

Y/n was flustered at the sight, the strong yet lean body above him.

"Does anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are."

"ah. Uh. Sometimes?" Y/n answered honestly, "though...i dont think they mean it like you do..."

Y/n flushed at the words.

Y/n leaned up kissing Silco softly, his hands running up to Silco's shoulder blades.

Silco pushed Y/n back down flat on the couch, breaking there kiss, "and how do you know Im not lying."

"You don't seem like the type to lie." Y/n spoke softly, one hand running down the side of Silco's face running a thumb over the damaged skin, under his eye, lips softly took in air, slolwy bringing him down into another kiss.

The next movements were quick, Y/n stripped of any left over chlothing, it discarded to the floor infront of the couch, and sooner than Y/n realized it, he was being fucked beyond his wildest dreams.

Perhaps it was the alcholol he sucked at drinking from earlier, or maybe it was just that mind blowing it took litterally fucked his brain out his head.

It wasn't that Silco waa rough- no- infact he was undieingly soft and sweet. Silco's hips thrusting into him full of his cock and folded over to his disposal, a neck full of groaned filled kisses. Silco in return drew moans and pleads of his name, and when Y/n pleaded for more well: he received more without a second more to think.

Y/n bit his lip throwing his head back in pleasure, he near the edge, "Silco...fu..ah! I'm gonna....fu....fuck...!"

With a final thrust Y/n groan, cumming onto his stomach as he meweled in pleasure, his hands tensing on Silco's sholder blades, most likely making marks.

Seeing Y/n finish only edged him further, with a few last thrust he let his head fall next to Y/n ear, pushing his hips flush against Y/n's thighs and ass as he cummed, filling Y/n up causing the male to groan in response Y/n looking up at him with an expression that said: "I just got fucked dumb".

Silco pulled him into a quick but passion kiss.

The two pulled away, calming down from there highs, Silco pulling out of Y/n who was a panting mess. Silco sat back on the couch, running a hand through his hair smoothing it back and got up to get dressed.

Y/n slowly sat up, his face still red, Silco pullling on his vest, buttoning up the chlothing and sat back down to put his shoes on. Y/n smiled smalling leaning against Silco's back with a happy expression.

"You'll come back?" Y/n questioned chin resting on Silco's shoulder, "please?"

Silco only chuckled, turning his head and leaning back, kissing Y/n's lips softly.

"I'll come back."

Y/n smiled excited for Silco to return as he hugged him.

"I'll get you an audience with Seek then? For next time?" Y/n questioned.

Right...why he was here in the first place.

"For next time." Silco responded Y/n nodded pressing a kiss to Silco's cheek.

The man getting up leaned down and kissed Y/n softly standing himself back up he pet Y/n on the head, making sure to rub the animal like ears on his head as well making Y/n's smile grow.

[pillow-anime-talk]

i love girls month ; twenty-seventh day.

synopsis: Naruto, Sasuke and Gaara... Or maybe a Pain in the ass, Migraine and Neuralgia?

# tags: scenario; friendship; gossip about boys; jokes; mention about pregnancy and babies; comedy; fluff; sfw

includes: female reader ft. sakura haruno & hinata hyuuga {naruto}

“... Yeah, he’s so dumb sometimes.” You laughed under your breath as you took a sip of the fresh and warm mint tea that your beloved friend gave you and Sakura. “Instead of telling me something normally, he does it through the wall. Literally. He’s ashamed of totally random things, but in meantime we have been married for a long time and we are even trying to have a child. Like; what the fuck?” You added amused.

“Exactly! But, Y/N? Are you okay? You don’s feel sick or anything? Have you been vomiting lately?” The pink-haired woman looked at you fondly and you shook your head. “Oh...”

“Unfortunately, you have to wait a little longer for me. But for sure I will be joining the ‘Mommy Club’ soon.” You chuckled and both girls replied sincere smiles at your words.

The conversation continued, and the topic of your own first and future baby shifted to the current children you knew very well.

“Yes, well. Boruto is like his father.” Hinata admitted. “Sometimes I am fed up with both of them. Loud, chaotic, everywhere are full of them. I need a silent kid, God please.”

“Mhm. Sarada is polite.” Sakura grabbed one strawberry cookie with her free hand from the plate between three of you. “... But Sasuke... Sometimes I am amazed by his... density. If I can call it that. Y/N, you surely know what I mean.”

“He’s very specific. Just like my Gaara.” You said honestly. “As for your husband ... I perfectly well remember what he was like a few years ago. Now he is definitely more calm and more mature than before. Everyone has their problems and bad sides, of course, but Sasuke really... I mean, he became a good man. I think it’s your merit to a large extent.”

“Thank you very much, those are really nice words. I am glad that our daughter has him for her father. Although, I’m not hiding that sometimes I just wonder if he knows how to change her clothes or wash her in the tub. He has a big problem with it and keeps asking me for help.” Sakura covered her mouth before she burst out laughing, and you and Hinata with her.

“Men are...”

“Weird.”

“... So weird.”

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