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[biteofcherry]

A little slice of something sweet&spicy for @alexakeyloveloki on her bithday! 🍰🎉💗

A follow-up to Cherry

soft!dark enforcer Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: soft!dark Steve; hints of power imbalance; hint of innocence/corruption kink; hint of breeding kink; explicit se*ual situations;

You swallowed nervously as you walked up to the door of an expensive-looking house in the hills. The gate was wide open, two dark cars parked in the driveway. There was no sign of Steve's camaro, but maybe it was hidden in the huge garage in the separate building you passed.

The house looked like a renovated mid-century style and though you couldn't see it, you suspected there was a big swimming pool in the backyard.

The thought of which instantly created an image of Steve emerging from it - water dripping down his sculpted body, shimmering on the colorful ink of his tattoos.

You still haven't seen them, only the glimpse of those stretching up to his wrists and over his neck.

Jesus, you closed your eyes, once again feeling a wave of shame wash over you.

You met Steve two days ago. He was a complete stranger, with an aura of darkness that should make you run away.

Instead, you flew to him like a moth to a flame.

You allowed him to consume you the very first time you met him; hell, you were still trembling at the memory of the way he fucked you in his car, then right outside your apartment.

It could be just an adventure. A crazy one time thing you can brag about to your friends, for once having something really spicy to talk of.

But you kept the little piece of paper with Steve's address and dolled yourself up to meet him on the day he asked you.

Though the voice of reason yelled at you to at least have some doubts, you didn't hesitate for a single second as you put on a cute summer dress, a pair of bow sandals, and pink panties that already had a little wet spot, because you couldn't help thinking about what Steve was going to do to you on your date.

Nothing happened for a long moment after you rang the doorbell, your nervousness heightening in fear of being ignored. But then the door opened and you lifted up your gaze to look at a tall, bulky blonde man in what could be only described as surfer's style attire.

His long, wavy hair matched that vibe as well.

"Well, hello there." He grinned. "Whatever you're selling, I'm buying two of it."

A small laugh escaped your lips, which seemed to make the huge hunk's smile widen.

"I'm- um, I'm supposed to meet Steve," you explained, clenching your fingers tighter around your purse.

"Ah, the five o'clock meeting he wouldn't disclose the details of. Come on in." The guy moved aside to let you pass. "He's finishing a previous meeting, but I'm sure he'll be happy to know you're already waiting."

He led you through the sunny house to an ajar door, through which you could hear scraps of conversation.

Steve's voice you recognized right away.

He spoke firmer than when he was talking to you, giving clipped commands and harsh critique. You'd never want him to use that tone with you.

"Your next meeting is here." Surfer guy simply walked inside the office.

He moved to take a seat in one of the chairs, while you stood there in the open door like a deer caught in headlights.

You felt like that, too.

Because the moment you stepped in the doorway of the office, your eyes landed right on Steve.

He was sitting behind a desk, his dark green shirt unbuttoned halfway and the sleeves rolled up. More tattoos were on display, as well a tiny glint of a golden chain around his neck.

His blue eyes zeroed in on you; his gaze moved up your body slowly, taking every inch as if he was already imagining every single detail of what he was going to do to you and how will you look taking it all.

Then his attention shifted to a group of men sprawled on a couch on the side of the office.

"Your incompetence made me late for my date." He said to them and there wasn't even a slightest hint of playfulness to his tone.

He made it sound as if they did a severe offence to him and he was a step away from making them pay for it.

You had no idea what line of work Steve dabbed in, but it sounded like a serious business with dire consequences. Now you felt like you were an intruder who should leave, or else Steve's annoyance will shift to you.

However, when Steve's eyes returned to you, the steely glint in them morphed into softness.

"Come here, Cherry," he slid his chair back and motioned for you to walk over to him.

Your heartrate quickened as you felt eyes on you when you fully stepped inside. You tried not to glance at any of the other men in the room, instead allowing Steve to hold your gaze and lure you into his flame.

You let out a surprised gasp when Steve pulled you into his lap the moment you rounded the desk.

One of your hands touched his chest as you braced yourself at the sudden change in position. Steve's skin was warm beneath your fingers, dark blonde curls of his chest hair tickling your palm slightly.

You quickly moved your hand away, embarrassed that you touched him so openly while strangers were watching.

Steve didn't seem to mind it. He took your hand and lifted it to his lips to brush a soft kiss on your knuckles. Then he placed your hand back on his chest, while his own landed on your thigh.

Unabashedly high, almost slipping beneath your sundress.

"You're exactly on time, Cherry. You really are a good girl, aren't you?" He mused quietly, squeezing your flesh.

"Yes, Steve," your gaze dropped down and you tucked in your chin.

Steve studied you for a moment longer then turned his attention back to the others in the room.

"You have your orders and you better follow them exactly." Cold edge of his voice made you want to bury your face in the crook of his neck to avoid his wrath.

"Thor, make sure they make no mistakes this time. Now leave. All of you."

You didn't lift your head even after you heard the last footsteps fading away, your gaze lingering on the twirls of ink on Steve's chest as your own heart hammered in your ribcage.

You were acutely aware there was just the two of you now left. And as much as it was what you wanted, your nervousness bloomed.

Steve cupped your chin and made you look up at him.

"I'm sorry for running late on our date, Cherry. I promise that what I have planned should make it up to you."

"But-" suddenly his charming smile twisted into a hungry smirk as both of his hands slid to your hips- "those imbeciles have worked me up and I need to take the edge off before we leave."

In a swift single move he hoisted you up onto his desk.

"With how stiff and shy you are on me now, I think you need to get off, too."

He spread your legs apart - not that you put up much of a fight - and moved his chair closer.

Steve flipped the skirt of your dress up and traced his fingers across the pink cotton of your panties. He pressed his thumb against your clit, right above a small wet spot of your arousal.

"I see you're eager for our date," he chuckled, rubbing your clit harder and watching the wet stain spread.

Your hands clenched on the edge of the desk when Steve pulled the fabric of your panties aside and inched his mouth closer.

"I bet you're sweet all over, sweet Cherry."

He took a taste with a swipe of his tongue, licking between your slick folds and flicking the tip over your clit.

Your hips bucked and your head fell back when he repeated the motion, this time in three rapid strokes. Then his mouth descended on you, biting into your pussy as if it was a juicy fruit.

You weren't sure if you came when his tongue flicked between your opening and your anus, or when Steve's mouth closed around your clit and sucked. Or maybe it was two orgasms melting into one.

Your eyelids were clenched shut and your head swimming when his fingers curled around the front of your neck. With a hand around your throat, Steve pushed you back until you lied down on the desk fully, while he stood up.

A clink of a buckle being undone reached your mushy brain and your eyes fluttered open. Just to see Steve pushing his zipper down.

His cock sprang free; big and thick and veiny.

Your cunt clenched, hungry to feel the stretch of him leave you sore again.

Steve pumped himself a few times before inching forward between your splayed thighs.

"W-wait," your hand reached up as last, barely functioning brain cells reminded you of something important.

Steve paused, as you asked, squeezing his shaft tighter. The sight of it made you drool, your thoughts threatening to melt away. But you managed to stay focused for a second longer.

"Condom. Do you have- can you put one on?" You asked, looking up at Steve with uncertainty.

You wanted him to use one, but you weren't sure if you'd really be able to stop it all if he refused to. You wanted him inside of you too much.

"Condom?" Steve quirked a brow in surprise, studying you.

"Yes, please. I'm not on birth control," you admitted, gulping nervously.

Steve's blue eyes darkened as your words sank in. He stepped closer, bare cock inches from your dripping, unprotected pussy.

"Sweet Cherry, you let me take your pretty, tight pussy raw, even though you could've ended up pregnant?"

His voice was a sinful temptation and his dirty words made your walls clench around nothing.

"Yes," you admitted, ashamed.

"Why, hm?" He resumed slow strokes of his cock as he put his other hand right above your pussy, spreading his fingers wide on your abdomen and dipping his thumb between your folds.

Because I wanted you so bad.

Because I needed you inside me at any cost.

Because I liked that you branded me with your cum.

Because I didn't care what you do to me as long as you kept doing it.

"I don't know." You bit your bottom lip. "I wasn't thinking about the consequences. I wasn't thinking at all. I just- I want to be responsible now."

"What a good, smart girl you are," Steve praised, brushing his thumb along your clit.

He reached into his back pocket and withdrew a short strip of foil packets. He ripped one open and rolled a condom on.

His hand returned to your throat as he pressed the head of his cock against your slick opening.

"We'll be responsible, Cherry," he leaned over you and kissed you softly.

"For now," he added in a dark rasp while thrusting deep into you.

And then he took you, with the same unrelenting force that left you boneless and moaning. Steve praised that you sounded sweet and needy; you thought you sounded more of a whore. You didn't care anyway, because the way he was making you feel was maddening good.

You came around him once, the second climax Steve forced out of you with a hand choking the air out of you and a pinch to your clit.

He finished with a groan; lips parted and face flushed, possessive glint in his eyes as he watched you twitch beneath him.

If he wasn't planning on keeping to his promise and taking you out on a proper, nice date, he wouldn't empty into the condom, but instead withdraw from your sweet cunt and come all over your pretty sundress.

But Steve was a man of his word.

So he tossed the used rubber into the bin, helped you clean yourself up, then readjusted your dress and helped your wobbly legs walk outside.

He could ruin you more when he took you back home later.

[mushies-stories]

Little succubus- prolog

Demon!Ghost X succubus!Reader

(Read the next full fic here!)

More specifically shy virgin female succubus reader

Summary: this is just leading to some smut. maybe more? i like the dynamic sooo...

You have always been shy.

Growing up around the other succubus and incubus was tormenting. You found it hard to make friends and later found it hard to find a lover. Somehow you managed to stay a virgin into maturity. It wasn't because you had wanted too, you just could never find the courage to ask someone, or even approach someone. 

That's how you found yourself in the streets of some crowded human city, walking around and looking for someone to feed from at least. You might not touch them but you have played with a few peoples dreams and it was… enough. There was no real satisfaction and they never tempt you enough to reach out beyond the shadows. 

That was until you saw him.

You walked around aimlessly, not worried about bumping into anyone because no one could see you feel you. Like this you were a part of the shadows. No human could spot you. It was when he walked past you. Dark jeans, black hoodie and a skull mask. He was walking with three other males when he crossed you on the street. He was talk, and bulky, towering as he passed. 

Once you made it across you stopped and looked back. He was facing you now, saying goodbye to his friends before they all split ways. Your tail swayed back and forth while you admired him, not even noticing how you were turning into a school girl over a simple human passing you on the street. His back turned to you and he walked in the opposite direction. Your heart sank as you watched his massive body get smaller as he got farther away.

The pool of wetness in your panties urging you to follow him.

So you do. You follow him through the streets and back to his flat. Inside wasn’t that big but it was more on the luxurious side of decor. Black leather couch and appliances, Grey walls. You trail after him to his room. Black sheets and the overall same style as the rest of the place. 

You turned and saw him raising the hoodie of his shirt along with the shirt he had under it. His muscles and hard chest causing a wash of pink to grace your cheeks. You became fluttered the more he became exposed to you. Thick arms that could snap you in half and the tattoos adorned his arms. 

As soon as he reaches to undo his jeans you scurry out of the room, too embarrassed to stand there and just watch him. You sat on the couch that faced away from his open bedroom door. The sound of running water filled the space while you waited. Your ears perk up when the shower turns off and a few moments later you hear him stepping out of the bathroom.

Couarasuity took a hold of you. Turning around and peering over the back of the couch you see him throwing his mask back on without even catching a glimpse of his face. You felt a little disappointed, for a moment that is. Once you saw that the only thing he was wearing was a pair of black sweatpants you could feel the heat from your cheeks in a second. Your pussy almost ached at the sight of his body. You wanted so bad to be under him, have him fucking you seneless until the only thing in your head was him. 

Your eyes trail down and wonder if the rest of him was just as big… I mean he has to have a big dick right?

Just as your eyes travel back up to his face, finding his eyes, they snap to you. You let out a squeak and sink down and out of sight. 

He couldn't have seen your right? He just happened to look in your direction, right? Your heart was racing and you closed your eyes to try and stay calm. “I'm being dramatic, a human can't see me.” you softly say to yourself, calming down a little. 

“No, but a demon can.” a voice growled above you. 

Your heart sank to your stomach and your breathing stopped completely. Slowly you tilted your head up to see the man standing right above you behind the couch. 

“A… demon.” you repeat, voice shaky and quiet. “You can see me.”

He nods and places both hands on the back of the couch before leaning down to be closer to your level, face only a few inches from yours. “Seen ya back on the street, didn't think you'd follow me back.” he says, tone condescending.

Your face burned, you were already embarrassed about being so drawn to him, wanting to see his filthy dreams and now… well now he was really a demon and he knew exactly what you were going to do. You couldn't speak, words didn't seem to be able to explain a way out of the hole you had quickly dug yourself into.

“Well little succubus, just what were you planning on doing?”

[velvetm00light]

Rescue: Y/N's POV

gif: pinterest dividers: @benkeibear, @mariariley, @haerinism

Chapter Three of Save Me in Y/N's POV

Spencer's POV: here

Previous Chapters: one, two

Word Count: 3.8k

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: You're abducted by a brutal serial killer who's been stalking you. In an attempt to survive, you allow yourself to imagine the comforting words and actions of your coworker, Spencer. After a few days of grueling torture, your team finally finds you, but not before the damage is done.

Warnings: Torture, kidnapping, dead parents, suggestions of sexual assault, knives and cutting torture, sense deprivation (sight), emotional manipulation, fear, grief. In future parts, will mention PinV, oral, domxsub situations, grief, bondage, physical harm, etc.

A/N: This one is a dark one, so please read at your own risk. If you still want to read the series but want to skip over the abduction, you're totally more than welcome to skip this chapter. This chapter is also written in Spencer's POV so you can read that instead or skip both all together (there is one important detail at the end so if you want to just scroll down and read the very end you can do that too:)). The chapters after this will be tamer but as always, warnings will be listed before the chapter!

YOUR HEAD POUNDS RELENTLESSLY as you come to, your vision blurry. Your hands are immovable, cold metal biting into your skin. As you attempt to move, you hear the rattling of chains above you which you realize can only mean you've been chained to the ceiling.

You attempt to get your bearings as fast as possible to determine if there's anything within your reach that can help, or anything that might tell you about this guy that you can use to your advantage.

Too slowly, your vision regains it's focus. You quickly analyze your surroundings, the chains that are hooked onto handcuffs on your hands are connected to a hook on the ceiling, the light wood table just to your left has a variety of tools laying upon it, the large barn doors, too far in front of you, the cold straw already numbing your bare feet. You feel lucky that he didn't blindfold you, at least. Small victory.

You look downward, feeling another small victory as you realize you're still clothed. Without a clock, you're unsure of how long you were out and how far your team might be into saving you. It could have only been a few hours, depending on how long the drive here was, how long you were out, and if he kept you out longer. To the left, just beyond the table, a wooden slat on the side of the barn is skewed, allowing you to just slightly determine if it's night or day.

The sun threatens to spill through the barn through the small opening, and you sigh in small relief, assuming that if it's still light out, hopefully it's still the same day and has only been a few hours since your abduction.

The barn door opens slowly and your entire body trembles. You can't decide which could be worse, him taking his time to torture you with the anticipation of what he's gonna do and when, or him bursting in here and getting to work. You decide to settle on the best case scenario for this moment is for him to take his time. The more time he takes, the more time he gives your team.

Your stomach begins to sink as you realize he might feel comfortable taking his time because he's sure he won't be caught. You shake your head quickly to rid of the thought, your team is the absolute best at what they do, there's no way they won't find you. Feeling helpless will not help you survive this.

The wooden doors finally open fully and you try to remember as many details as you can in case you're able to get away. He's wearing a black hoodie, but has the hoodie down this time to reveal jet black hair and a tattoo peaking out across his neck. He's wearing dark blue jeans, the kind most likely worn for farm work or manual labor. They're dirty and ripped in some places. He's wearing dark work boots, but you're unable to see any kind of brand name.

As he begins to walk towards you, you do the only thing you can to distance your mind, you profile. You study his gait, and notice he prefers his left leg over his right, considering you're in a barn and the clothes he's wearing, you bet he probably got injured working on this very farm. For him to bring you here, it must hold some sort of significance to him, most likely where he grew up.

The lack of farming equipment in the barn suggests he either can't do farm work anymore due to his injury, or he has another place for storage and this barn is simply for his disturbed pleasures. Considering his dirty work clothes and that fact that he's a textbook narcissist, you highly doubt even with an injury, he still does some kind of farm work, which also sends a chill down your spine at the thought that his injury does not make him an easy fight.

Once he gets closer, you continue trying to distance yourself from your body. His eyes are hazel, a coppery brown lining the irises. If he wasn't a serial killer who kidnapped you to torture and murder you, you'd probably think his eyes were actually kind of beautiful.

The stubble on his face is only a few days old, a small patch of hair no longer growing due to a scar on his right jaw. The tattoo crawling up his neck looks to be...a rose? An odd choice for a neck tattoo, but to each their own.

He stops mere feet away from you, not close enough for you to reach him which is a smart move on his part, you suppose. You've proven you won't go down without a fight, but hopefully that will make him more reserved with his methods.

A devilish grin spreads across his face and it tightens the knot in your stomach even tighter. He seems to simply be getting off on the fact that he's taking the shots and you have to suffer in anticipation of what's going to happen next. You keep your expression emotionless and devoid of the fear he desperately wants to see from you.

You stare him in the eyes, unwilling to back down or be the first to initiate the beginning of whatever he has planned. You're perfectly fine staring at him for as long as needed if it means giving your team more time to find you and yourself more time to detach.

"I've been waiting a long time for this," he starts. He makes no move towards you or to the tools on the table. You try your hardest to keep your emotions off your face and deny him of everything he wants. "Do you remember me?"

You squint your eyes and tilt your head to the side. Every action, every thought slowed as much as you can. You hum quietly, trying to seem unbothered to him. "Should I?"

"Yes, you should."

You play your little game again, squinting more this time and turning your head to the other side. You really have never seen this man before, at least not that you know of. You try to rack your brain of all the cashiers, baristas, salesmen, anyone you could have possibly come into contact to as long back as you can remember.

"Maybe you should jog my memory, you did land a pretty hard one. I could be suffering from amnesia."

He barks a laugh. "Do you take me as a fool?"

"Well, considering I'm not sure who you are, what your name is, or really anything about you for that matter, I'm not really sure what I take you as other than a kidnapper and a stalker."

His smile is unfaltering as he studies your face closely. It's almost impossible not to squirm under his gaze.

"I'm offended you don't recognize me, but I guess I have grown up since then."

Grown up? His comment takes you by surprise and you begin to shuffle through all the memories of your childhood as possible. Your parents were killed in a horrific accident when your were 6 years old which landed you in a foster family. Your memories of that time are just fuzzy patches of little moments. You had such a hard time getting through the grief that you holed so deep into yourself that it took years for you to come out, and you haven't wanted to even try to crack open any of those suppressed memories of your childhood.

"I guess I can't blame you back then, it must be hard to lose your parents in such a way."

This time, you can't keep your emotions from running all over your face. How did he know about your parents? You haven't even told your coworkers about it. "Let's try to jog your memory, shall we?" He grins and slowly makes his way towards the tools, knowing you're watching his every move and terrified of what he can do with each of them.

He runs a light finger over each tool before settling on a basic kitchen knife. Of course he would start simple, why get into the fun right away when he wants to make it last? He obviously wants you alive, so he isn't going to kill you outright, but he might just come close to it if he doesn't get what he wants.

He strolls casually towards you as if he's not holding a knife in his hand and about to probably do terrible things with it. He circles you like a predator before stopping directly behind you. You're unable to stop the rising panic at not being able to see him. You flinch as cold metal bites your skin as he traces the exposed flesh of your arms. He grabs the hem of your shirt and yanks it up, releasing a gasp from your mouth. He glides the blade gently over your back, a shiver sending down your spine. "Do you remember?"

"No."

He tsks and swipes the blade. Sudden pain courses through you as you realize he actually just cut you. He would most likely start shallow, but you don't like the idea of the increasing pain as you further slide into yourself to ignore the pain. "How about now?"

"Pain doesn't help. If you want me to remember, you should use your words instead." You grit out through your teeth.

"What would be the fun in that?"

He swipes the blade again in a different spot and you whimper. You remember the deep breathing Spencer reminded you to do just before your abduction and begin to utilize it. Your mind begins to wander to Spencer and how you just wish he was here to save you from this mess you've somehow put yourself in with actions of your childhood. You wish he was here to profile him and help you understand what they hell you did, what you're supposed to remember, and how to fix this mess.

You begin to imagine Spencer running his gentle hands over where the cuts on your back are, imagining him kissing them better. You close your eyes and picture Spencer in front of you, a sweet hand cupping your cheek, telling you how brave and strong you are.

You're snapped back to reality with another sharp pain, this time in your abdomen. Your eyes snap open and you're met with the gaze of your kidnapper. "No sleeping, just thinking."

You look down at yourself, a shallow wound sliced across the right side of your abdomen. Luckily it's not deep enough to cause any real bleeding, just small droplets poking out the edges of your now split skin. You steel your gaze and raise your eye back to his.

"I already told you, pain does nothing."

"We'll see about that."

He continues toying with you, making short shallow cuts around your body. As he continues, you continue to climb deeper down the hole into yourself until you're picturing Spencer touching you instead of a blade, his hands holding yours, encouraging you to keep going. You play out different scenarios in your head, anything and everything you can think of; telling Spencer that you've had a crush on him these past few years and him confessing the same, marrying him and having little brilliant combinations of you and him running around, all the dates you wish he would take you on, the places you want him to touch you.

"Why don't we play a game?" His voice comes from right in front of you, bringing you back to reality.

"I don't think we have the same definition of the word game."

"I'm going to let you ask any questions you want about who I am, but they're going to be yes or no questions." A creepy smile tugs at his lips. He stays close to you, fiddling with the knife in his hands as if itching for more. "If I say no more than 3 times in a row, I cut deeper and deeper each time."

"You're fucking sick," you spit. He just laughs in your face and says, "Begin."

You try your best to go through your memories, if you're going to play this sick game it'll be on your time.

"Did we meet as kids?" You ask first.

"Yes."

You lose a relieved sigh. "Did we meet before my parents died?"

"No."

The memories after your parents deaths are almost impossible to bring to light and you begin to grow frustrated. "I don't remember after my parents died."

"I don't care. Next question."

You groan and try to think. "Did we go to the same school?"

"No."

Your breath hitches and you remind yourself to tread carefully. The deeper he slices, the longer you'll have reminders of this and you're unsure if you'll be able to handle it. His smile widens, as if he can hear your thoughts and it pleases his sick fucking mind.

"Did anything romantic or sexual ever happen between us?"

His smile falls and you notice a twitch in his jaw. At least his answer to this will help you, if he says no, then he's angry over the fact you rejected his sexual advancements and if he says yes, then he is probably an old jealous boyfriend. "No." Well that solves that, you think.

He wastes no time slashing across your abdomen again, this time you can't stop the grunt that comes out. You don't dare to look down but you can feel the warmth of your blood slowly travel downward towards your pants.

"Did you make a sexual advancement towards me?"

He seems almost hesitant to answer, but eventually says, "Yes."

"Did I reject you?"

"Yes." His knuckles start to turn white as he tightens his grip on the knife.

"I'm sorry."

"No you're not!" He roars, grabbing your neck with a rough grip and lifting your face up to meet his. "Look at you now, I could do exactly what I've wanted to do since we met and you can't tell me no this time."

Your eyes widen at his implications. He drops you and sets the knife down on the table lazily. He slowly saunters over to you, running his fingers across all the bare skin he can see, then making his way down towards your pants.

"Get your hands off me!" You growl, bucking wildly, attempting to land some kind of kick to him.

"I don't think I will."

His hand wanders up the nape of your neck and into your hair. He twists your hair between his fingers and yanks. You yelp in shock. "I'll make sure to kill your little crush, when he eventually comes to save you if you keep fighting."

"What?"

"Don't think I haven't noticed. The way you two look at each other, the way you flush when he brushes against you. I know you're thinking of him right now, hoping it'll save you. It won't. I'm going to ruin everything for you so you're not able to enjoy anything with him."

"How long have you been watching me? How do you even know all of this?" You cry out, your heart threatening to break in two at the thought of Spencer's life being at risk because of you. You didn't even know that it was obvious how you felt about Spencer.

"A man never reveals his sources." He whispers, his mouth close to your ear as his breath travels down your neck.

"Please, just don't hurt him."

"Only if you stay still."

A tear slips from your eye and falls down the side of your face as you stare up at the ceiling, his hand still forcing your head backwards. "That's what I thought."

He releases his hand from your hair. You hear the sound of a buckle undoing behind you and you can't help but let the tears flow. You attempt to crawl into yourself, imagining Spencer here with you, telling you all the statistics and smart things he would probably tell you to make you feel better, all the love you so desperately have wanted him to give you. You drop your head and focus on the thought of Spencer.

Hours later, you wake to pure darkness. Your body is sore and your eyes feel tired from the tears that overtook them. You begin to think it might just be nighttime until you realize there's a mask over your face. He left a hole for your mouth, probably to get you to play more games with him that will lead to pain. You feel almost suffocated in it, unable to see if it's day or night, whether he's even in the barn with you currently or not.

Your arms ache from the constant position of them above your head and from the metal handcuffs digging into your flesh. You whimper as you try to move, your body rejecting all movement. You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you begin to silently apologize to Spencer. You had no idea that just by simply liking him you've put him in danger, he could easily be in your spot right now if this son of a bitch's priorities had been different. You thought you had kept your feelings towards him pretty chill but your mind runs through all the small interactions you've had and how you acted. You're still unable to think of a reasonable explanation on how he could possibly know so much and how he could've seen you do it all. You don't recognize him from the Bureau so that would leave hacking the surveillance but he also just didn't look like the hacking type.

You allow yourself to fall into an imaginary conversation with Spencer in your head to help keep your sanity.

"You're so brave," you imagine him telling you, his thumb slowly rubbing circles on your hands. "You're the strongest person I've ever met and you inspire me every single day."

"I don't know if I can do this, Spence.."

"Of course you can. You have to. I need you to come back to me."

"I want to..so bad."

"Then do it. Survive this and come home to me, please. I don't think I'd be able to live this life knowing you're not here to experience it with me."

Imaginary Spencer is ripped away from you as a blow is landed to your abdomen. The air from your lungs whooshes from you. He lands a few more, and your body tremblings in fear as you instinctively brace yourself for more. "Having no sight really heightens all your other senses, huh?" He whispers into your ear.

He feels so close to you it makes your skin crawl and you wish for nothing more than to get as far away from him as possible. "You know, I'm actually looking forward to your team eventually finding out where you are. It'll still take them too long, the damage will already be done by then. Then, I can take away all the people who mean the most to you."

"Please.." you croak. "Please, don't hurt them. You already have what you want."

"You might be right about that, but what's a better final blow to you than knowing you caused this and you have to mourn your friends for the rest of your life knowing you're the reason they're not here anymore?"

You choke on your sobs, unable to even get a word out to beg for their lives. You know that you would never forgive yourself if any of them got hurt even though they would tell you it wasn't your fault and that you had no idea. You still can't help feeling guilty anyway.

A day or two pass, maybe. You're unsure if it's only been a day or multiple with the mask constantly on your face. Your kidnapper was generous enough to give you sips of water here and there but your stomach grumbles intensely with hunger. You swear you could probably eat just about anything to get rid of the feeling. Old blood is crusted all over your body and clothing, new blood still warm on your skin and soaking into your clothes. You feel as if you're starting to lose hope, maybe this guy really is too smart and covered his tracks. Even if they do eventually find you, will they find you alive?

You hear slight rustling outside the barn somewhere, your mind too scattered to determine if it's him or maybe some wild animal, or where the sound is even coming from. The barn door explodes open and you can't even find it in you to flinch. "She's here!" You hear a voice yell and within a few seconds, you feel hands over you, some untangling your hands from the handcuffs and chains, others holding you steady once you're released. Your body is so utterly exhausted, your legs give out on you and you fall to the floor. Arms are wrapped around you as they cradle you on the straw floor. "(Y/n)?"

"Take it off.." you whimper out.

"I'm trying..."

"Take it off!" You cry, ripping at the mask with your fingernails.

"(Y/n) please, I'm trying. Hold on.."

The masks finally releases from your face and the light is blinding but the relief is instant. A sob shudders through your body and you curl up into the person on the floor with you and release all the pent up emotions you've kept at bay.

"I'm here, you're safe now." A voice coos, a gentle hand runs through your hair.

Once you have no more tears left to cry, soft hands are placed on the sides of your head as they twist you to look at whoever they belong to.

"Spencer.." you choke. You swear you could cry again at the sight of him. You throw your aching arms around his neck and he embraces you tightly. "I'm so sorry..."

"(Y/n), why? You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about."

"He..he told me he would hurt you, all of you, if I fought back."

Spencer's face is slick with tears and he squeezes you tighter into him. "I'm here."

You lift your face to look at his and he meets your gaze with sad eyes. The bags under his eyes tell you he probably hasn't left since your abduction. "Spencer.."

"Yes, love?"

"The only thing that got me through...what he did, was you." You confess, feeling your tears restock and begin swarming your eyes again.

His lip quivers as he digests your confession. "I am so sorry."

"You found me," is all you can say back.

Spencer releases you from his embrace as paramedics rush to your side. "Don't leave.." you whine, reaching for his hand as you lay on your cut up back. "I'm here," he says, grabbing your outstretched hand and squeezing as the medics begin their work of patching up all your wounds and transferring you to a stretcher.

Spencer doesn't drop your hand while you're rolled to the ambulance or while the medics continue to work on you during the ride to the hospital.

"I love you," you whisper, unsure if he could even hear you. You're unable to find out before sleep consumes your exhausted mind and body.

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Double Rainbow

Double Rainbow is a romantic coming of age interactive fiction set in the city of Paris, France. The story follows you settling down after traveling around the world looking for your soulmate for years.

Rating 18+

Content Warnings: Abusive childhood, toxic relationships, and forced intimacy/love

Your folks weren't the picture-perfect image of a soulmate couple growing up. The bitterness and resentment staining what should have been a pure bond. At least that's what you were taught growing up. You wanted to believe in that idea of true love, a relationship that will complete you. That is what anybody needs in this world, though that's another you were told growing up.

Then it happened, it finally happened. A fleeting encounter on a highschool trip to the Big Apple. A mere brush of skin and suddenly your world was exploding in color. However your vision bleed back to monochrome just as fast. It was fleeting but that colorful vision and feeling wholeness will always stay with you. It was the driving force behind dropping everything after high school and taking off to New York. You had to find them.

It has been years now. Far longer than you were expected with how hard you tried to find them. Traveling all over the world to find that special someone, to see in color once again. You had wanted to give up so badly but you can't. This was suppose to be everybody's destiny, your happily ever after. Right?

Though maybe you can stop. Just for a while. Rest and savor life. That's what Lee always say to you since they joined you on your journey. You have a lifetime to find them, why not live your life too? Which lands you on the doorstep of one Mx. Jean Connoly, one of the most prolific art curators in Paris.

Play as male, female, or non-binary along with transgender choices

Interact with eight different characters, each unique in their own ways in this world of soulmates

Customized your appearance, personality, and special interests as you finally settled in for the first time since high school

Figured what kind of artist you are in Paris, France; a painter, scluptor, photographer, and many more

Navigate your way in this world where soulmates are the pinnacle in society while navigating the dark side behind the modern romancization

Connect with different characters who may or may not be your soulmate. You'll never know until you take that leap. But do you want that soulmate? Will you throw away your life's dream for somebody that wasn't predestined? You'll decided.

Myrtus/Mrytle "Elias/Eliza" Kouris-Henderson

26|Male/Female|Greek American|Rejected

Your old childhood friend that moved away in your freshman year. They were your safe haven growing up, keeping you away from the abusive environment in your home and being your best friend. Sometimes you wished that they were your soulmate but they found theirs abroad and like that they were gone. Now they're back in your life, a chance encounter when you arrived in Paris. But they seemed different, more sullen and moody than you remembered. The flower tattoos growing on their arms though tore your heart open. Their soulmate rejected them.

Tropes: Childhood Friends, First Love, Slow Burn, and Reunion

Leandro/Leandra "Lee" Hale

27|Male/Female|Brazilian|Unclaimed

Your best friend you made in New York City who joined you on your journey. You met them within your first week of being in the Big Apple and they were so enthralled by your quest that they had to join you. You never ask them if they also did it to find their own soulmate but they seem pretty happy just traveling around with you. They always kept grounded when you gotten close to giving up or going off the deep end. You couldn't ask for a better friend. But sometimes you see a spark of something unfamiliar in their eyes, what is it?

Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Secret Pining, Partners in Crime, and Angst

Brendan/Brenda "Bree/Bren" Ferrell

26|Male/Female|Irish American|Unclaimed

The cousin of your boss Jean Conolly who seems to follow you around like a puppy. They have very demure personality quite unlike their cousin but their smile is a sight to behold when you can see it. You don't why they taken such a liking to you but they are such a sweet and kind person. They're one of the first friends you made in the city and you wouldn't give them up for the world. They do freelancing as a book illustrator for publishers who you always see sketching in their notebook during your weekly hangouts. You wonder if they sketch you too?

Tropes: Puppy Love, Flustered/Obvilious, They Love You First, and Workplace Romance

Jean/Jeanne Conolly

30|Male/Female|African French Irish|Rejected

Your new boss since you decided to settled down in Paris. They have such an expressive and free attitude that reminds you a bit of Lee. But what drew you in was their dedication to their craft. Just that passion for art and displaying amazing creations, it's just awe inspiring. Especially since they saw you, a vagabond who showed up on their doorstep looking for work, and quickly took you under their wing. But the flower tattoos shouldn't be on them. Who would reject such an amazing person?

Tropes: Boss/Employee Romance, Best Friend's Brother, Forbidden Romance, and Second Chance at Love

Vincent/Vincenta Voog

28|Male/Female|Vietnamese French|Rejected

Your coworker who has branded you as their rival since you started at the gallery. Their burning focus and passion for their art is only matched by their utter arrogance and contempt for you. You don't know why they hate you for so much expect for their contast efforts to have Jean focus only on them. But there is something that slips through their haughty mask. The deep loneliness flashing in their eyes when a comment unexpectantly cut deep and quick sadness when they see the black marks that stain their hands.

Tropes: Rivals to Lovers, Angst, Miscommunication, and Against Destiny

Collin/Colette "Cole/Coco" Woods

28|Male/Female|Canadian|Unclaimed

Your coworker who has taken to being a thorn in your side. The best friend of V, they made it their mission to make you the new target of their jokes and pranks. A lazy person who somehow manages to create amazing marketing campaigns, they're confuse you so much. Heavily charismatic and charming, they can draw to customers to them like flies to honey and sell snake oil without a sweat. But the soft smile at the end of the work day and their relaxing atmosphere make you almost forget their childish antics. Almost.

Tropes: Work Romance, Bad Boy/Girl, Friends with Benefits, and Slow Burn

Avery Suman Ragda Remington

35|Male/Female|British Indian|Unclaimed

Your companion when you eat lunch at the cafe near the gallery. You noticed them out of the corner of your eye as you pick up your lunch every day at the cafe until you bumped into each other quite literally. Their easy going but mature attitude and friendly smile on their face as they caught you before you fall, it was perfect balm for such a hectic day you had. After that day, they became your lunch buddy. Talking about anything and everyhting and just letting yourself relax as they had such a calm prescence to them. You don't know however that they're the benefactor for the studio you work at.

Tropes: Billionaire Romance, Secret Indentity, Meet Cute, and Age Gap

Kahula Lennon 'Aukai

25|Male/Female|Hawiian|Rejected

The hottest musician in the underground scene. They have a magnetic and intense personality that can draw anybody to them including you after one of their concerts. It was just one time thing that only happen because the two of you crossed paths that night and quickly moved on. But they popped up in Paris for a break from their tour and lasered in on you. Could you take chance with one who has dozens before and after you? Even one who rejected their soulmate in order to become the star they are today?

Tropes: Starstruck, Playboy/Playgirl, One Night [You get to decide what happened that night], and Forbidden Love

[monster-match-if]

Is the mc human? What will we be able to customize?

MC is human, but I'm thinking of maybe letting you choose if your MC wants to transform into a vampire or werewolf towards the end. And maybe the option to discover they can do magic (witch/warlock/mage type). This will happen maybe in the last week of the show. You'll be able to customize MC's appearance (skin, hair and eye color as well as height and body type... tattoos, piercings, freckles, glasses/ contact lenses.) I'm not entirely sure if I want to add a beauty option (like if MC sees themselves more/less attractive than the other contestants), but they will always be alluring to the ROs, obviously, lol. I'll get back to this in Chapter/Day 2.

You will have to choose between male and female MC. The game won't specify if MC transitioned or not, but the respective body parts will be used in the spicy scenes and will probably be reflected in the clothing options as well, though there will always be at lest 3 options varying from prude to skimpy - and I'm always open to suggestions for these. I suppose I could always add at least one more gender non confirmative option🤔 Neither MC nor the others will be grouped into Women vs Men activities/challenges, it will always be by couples or decided by the public (aka me😂). I think the only route where this will be slightly relevant is Ragnar's (werewolf) since there will be talk about eventually staring a family, so all F MCs that can't or don't want kids (biological, surrogate or adopted) will be locked out of the romance from this one route only.

I also kinda wanna add that I will not be changing this (MC binary sex or Ragnar's sexuality). This is a side-side-side project of mine and I'm already codding a bunch of stuff that were not in the original plan I had for this story. If I had more time, I would. I'm also thinking of making the game downloadable once finished and let anyone add/change upon it whatever options they want. If anyone will want to code/write different customizations or routes or just check the code or have it as a template for their own stories, I'm fine with it.

I haven't gotten to the coding yet, but I'm thinking of adding pronouns as well. The only issue is I HATE 'they' from a purely codding standpoint cause then I have to code all the freaking verbs I use to plural for this one set of pronouns that I'm not even sure if anyone uses in game... I'm thinking of letting everyone customize their pronouns, as well as change them whenever from the Profile tab, with the added note that all verbs will just be in singular form when referring to MC. Again, I'm sorry, it just takes time and patience, things I'm lacking more and more.

Personality wise, there will be 3 options: The Sweetheart - timid and, well, sweet The Charmer - friendly, average flirt, cracking jokes here and there The Flirt - very bold, very flirty

These will never lock per se, but the highest stat will always trigger some flavor text. But they are a bit separate from the actual romance choices (MC can be a sweetheart and still initiate things, but it will probably be mentioned they are not so bold otherwise, or a complete flirt and still get shy in some instances). There will also be a few choices where MC can follow their emotions/ heart, or logic/ brain.

I think I got everything and then some ���

[acourtofbooksandshadows]

Alliance Maker - Chapter 6

Summary: An unexpected meeting leads to unexpected plans. But you don't seem swayed in the least.

Pairing: Slow burn!Azriel x Afab!Reader

Warnings: swearing, illusions to sex and alcohol. That's it?

Word count: 1211

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“This is the kitchen.” Emerie waves her hand in front of the doorway to the large space. Your eyes took in the room quickly. You noted the exits and all the knives unconsciously. Then your eyes landed on a red haired male standing at the island, a piece of toast covered in pumpkin jam in his hands. He noticed you the same time you noticed him. 

“What are you doing here?” Nestas' cold voice spoke at the same time you did. Gwyn’s calming voice wasn’t there to sooth it this time as she had retreated to the priestess’s. 

“You’re Lucien.” His surprised yet curious gaze met your own and your face was almost split in two as you smiled at him. He seemed a bit taken aback, he wasn’t used to anyone being pleased with his presence now-a-days. So to see a stranger so unabashedly happy had him preening a bit. 

“I am here because Elain and Nyx have been spending more time at the town house with Nuala and Cerridwen. With their absence at the river house Feyre and Rhysand have decided to start practicing for a second.” His eyes both Fae and machine, stayed on you as he spoke to the seething female beside you. 

“I figured you wouldn’t want me bothering Elain. I refuse to enter that house when it reeks of them everywhere so I decided this was the best place for me.” His gaze slowly slipped from your own onto Nesta. He looked perfectly calm and poise. To Nesta and Emerie he looked just like the emissary he was but your eyes slipped to his hand not holding the toast, where a small spark of fire danced between his fingertips. 

“Would you happen to be free tomorrow afternoon Lucien?” Your question caught everyone off guard, even yourself as you asked it. His head cocked to the side as he sized you up, taking note of the wings adorning your back that weren’t there the last time he had seen you. You had been warned he could see through glamouring so you were happy you were covered head to toe. The various tattoos adorning your body were hidden well. 

“I don’t have anything that comes to mind. Why do you ask?” Nesta went to speak but you cut her off before she could. You didn’t pay the two females any mind as your soul focus remained on the fire wielding Fae in front of you.

“I need your help with something.” You did the same little trick with your fingers that you had noticed him doing moments earlier and he caught it just as you knew he would. A spark of intrigue lit up in his eye as well as your own. 

“Then I am at your service. Nesta can show you to my chambers when you are in need of me.” With that he was slipping past the three of you and off down the hallway. When he was out of sight you let your gaze fall back on Nesta. Her eyes held utter rage behind them which you simply shook your head at. 

“What the fuck was that about?” You didn’t falter as you took the piercing gaze and words in. You simply gave her a smile that was all but reassuring. A seed of doubt started to form in her mind. She had put blind trust in you. But had she been stupid to do so? She shook her head at the thought and decided that until you did something to make her not trust you she would stick by your side. 

“Like I said I need his help with something.” You shrugged your shoulders before moving to where Lucien had just made a piece of toast and started on your own. You offered some to the females but Emerie was the only one to accept a piece. 

Dinner that night was tense. Emerie had to go back to her camp. Lucien had holed himself up in his room. Azriel went back to interrogation. Rhysand and Feyre were both busy with each other. That left you with Nesta glaring holes into you and Cassian giving you weary looks. 

“You know Nesta. If you don’t want me to go you can just tell me.” You punctuate the sentence by stabbing a piece of your food and bringing it up to your lips. You slipped it between your lips and savored the amazing herbs and spices that enveloped your taste buds. 

“I don’t want you to go.” Her voice was as sharp as her gaze was and you nodded at her words. You chewed your food, swallowed it and then gave her a smile that had Cassian squeezing the fork in his hand anxiously. 

“Thank you for your input. But I’m still going.” Cassian choked on the bite of food he had in his mouth, giving you both an incredulous look. Nesta’s eyes only narrowed at you, like she could pin you to the chair forever. 

“Where are you going?” Cassian finally asked after getting his breath back. You took a sip of wine before replying to him. The bitter taste was soothing as you swallowed it. 

“I asked for Lucien’s help to expel my power tomorrow afternoon. Nesta doesn’t seem to be keen on the idea of me being within fifty feet of him.” Nesta huffed a breath of exhaustion at your statement. Cassian's eyes darted between the two of you before he spoke up again. 

“Would you mind if we were in attendance?” You shook your head at his question, giving Nesta a reassuring smile this time. She finally let out a small breath, calming down every so slightly. 

“I figured The High Lord, The High Lady, you and Nesta would like to be there.” You stabbed another piece of food and brought it up to your mouth. Cassian's eyes glazed over and you waited, chewing your food slowly. 

“Rhys said that he and Feyre will be there. He’d like Azriel there as well.” You gulped at the response. Not expecting the male from earlier to be in attendance as well. He had been aggravated at the interruption you had caused him earlier so you didn’t think he’d be happy to have to shell out time for you again. 

“The angry guy with the shadows from training?” You asked him even though you already knew the answer. He gave you a loud laugh at the question and gave you an enthusiastic nod in response. Then that was the end of the discussion, the three of you returning to eating. 

You had slipped off to your room shortly after you were done eating. Mostly because after the tension in between you and Nesta was cleared, the way Nesta and Cassian were eyefucking each other had you wanting a reprieve. You bathed and slipped into a pair of pajama pants and a loose tunic that the house set out for you. 

The sheets were cold as you worked your way under the covers. You shuddered at the feeling. Your mind flashing back to your time within Hybern. Before you could try to heat the room yourself the house had lit a fire in the hearth. You uttered a thank you, then you were slipping into sleep.

A/N: This part was short and lacked Az I know. But the next chapter is both longer and has Az. So please just be patient. There will be significantly more Az in later chapters. Right now were just building up to that.

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A Court of Smoke and Scales - Masterpost

Hi Everyone!

Here is the masterpost for my ongoing fic, A Court of Smoke and Scales. Everything connected to the fic will be found here.

Before anyone could inject with salted opinions or promises of death, Albess landed on the balcony where they all stood. The ground and palace shook as all four of his legs perched on the old castle stone. His dark gray scaled body stood out in the beauty of the daylight. Her dragon. Albess' wings spread in full as he roared. Giant rows of teeth layered his mouth. Scents of fear and awe catered around her. Screams and cries echoed below the tower of the citizens.

Ren approached Albess, quickly mounting his back. She smiled in triumph witnessing all seven high lords at her mercy. However it wasn’t Ren’s intention to harvest control over anyone in this room nor anyone in all of Prythian. She wanted to to rebuild the home that was promised to her. To ruin her mother's plans who was screaming from the depths of hell.

"I am the Queen of Hybern."

Or an Eris/OC story following Ren, the daughter of Amarantha, determined to rebuild her kingdom and bring forth a new era to Hybern. However Ren has a powerful secret that could throw the whole world into jeopardy if she's not careful. By side her is her dragon, Albess.

Legend has it the very first rulers of their world were not old gods or daglan but eight dragons and their riders back when the lands were merged as one but eventually the dragons were all cursed into hiding by a powerful witch. The legend goes on to say in order to find the remaining seven dragons, it takes a one dragon to awaken them all.

Set five years after ACOSF and the events of HOFAS.

Snippet | Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two

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IT IS HIGHLY RECOMMEND THAT YOU DO NOT READ THE DELETED SCENES UNTIL YOU HAVE READ THE ACOSAS CHAPTERS THAT CORRELATES TO THEM. THERE WILL BE SPOILERS MENTIONED.

Content warnings and additional tags under the cut

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Content Warnings: (subject to change) Graphic content (v*olence, g*re), minor mentions of miscarriages (not FMC or any leading female), pregnancy, labor/delivery, mentions of SA, ab*se, mentions of ab*se, consensual s*xual explicit scenes

**censoring certain words as I'm not sure Tumblr will flag my post.

Tags: (subject to change) DRAGONS, DRAGON RIDERS, DID I MENTION DRAGONS?, dragons can shift, dragons have strong magic, slow burn romance, eventual smut, Eris is a prick but we love him anyway, Night Court for Dummies: How to get away with something without starting a war, Ren is the morally grey FFM we need, Ren and Eris bicker, sapphics, TWO MAIN SAPPHICS SHIPS, We will finally learn what happened between Eris and Mor, Bargains will be made (insert cool night court tattoo), original content, Koshei is the main villain, Fuck Beron, character death? yes, major character death? perchance, will feature several POVs (will try not to give readers mental whiplash like in HOFAS however nothing can be promised).

*Main Ships: Eris/OC, Elain/Lucien, Emerie/Morrigan, Cressida/Viviane's Sister (Liliane), Nuan/OC, OC / OC

*Minor Ships: Nesta/Cassian, Feyre/Rhysand, Gwyn/Azriel, Helion/LOA (Aster), Viviane/Kallias

*Additional ships may be added/removed as the story progresses

** I don’t own any of the characters or elements of ACOTAR as they are owned by SJM. The original content including Ren and Albess are mine.

** Graphic made from Canva. I don’t own any of the images used.

[top-pleng]

here's my pitch for the next FayeYoko series inspired by Faye saying she wants to play a "bad boy" and Yoko saying she wants her next character to be a bit more mature (not a high school/college student).

Yoko isn't exactly a mean girl in Reverse 4 You since it seems like a case of gossip and rumors blowing things out of proportion, but I thought she did good at coming across as intimidating! in that bitchy, college clique sort of way. And after how sweet Aneung was ... I think it'd be cool if Yoko's next character was maybe an Ice Queen type character.

The classic trope of a rich, stuck-up, and snobby woman who takes work too seriously and looks down on everyone around her? Maybe sort of like Sam from GAP, but even more so, and because Yoko is a bit younger I don't think she could be a CEO but maybe the daughter of CEO who has high aspirations of taking over the company. If I were to compare her to a character, the closest I can think of to what I am imagining is Yoon Se-ri from the kdrama Crash Landing on You. I just love it when female romance leads are kind of assholes but when you learn more about them... you understand why they are that way!!! Anyway, Yoko's character is a bit "bitchy," serious, cold, snobbish, and highly ambitious. But she does have a sensitive side that she keeps well hidden. She's also absolutely not about that romance life, there's no room in her heart for love until she completes her mission!, so when she falls for Faye's character she ends up being a bit of a tsundere. :P

Anyway, Faye's character is going to be some form of gangster. She's grown up on the streets and she's lived a life of hardened crime. She has scars and tattoos and she's the leader of some gang/mafia type organization. She's similar to Yoko's character in that she's also rather cold and comes across as "mean" and "threatening," but both of them are hiding sensitive sides to themselves. She's a lot more rough compared to Yoko's "primness" and she has an edgy, cruel sense of humor.

Anyway, how do these two very different characters meet? I'm glad you asked :)

Yoko's character's father died under mysterious circumstances when she was young and her uncle took over the company. As she tries to reclaim her father's company, it leads to a chain of events that can only be described as a complete shit show as it turns out that her uncle had her father killed and was the company has since been used for nefarious purposes with this mob group. Faye's character is dealing with complicated gang street warfare conflicts as she doesn't know who she can trust within her own organization. A rival gang is trying to have her killed, but she isn't sure if she can trust the people within her own gang. Faye's character also has a tragic backstory related to Yoko's character's company which will be revealed midway through the series for a dramatic cliffhanger.

but anyway, both Faye and Yoko's characters end up crossing into each other's orbit because of corporate espionage and gang conflict and they need to learn to rely and trust one another in order to achieve their goals... and along the way... they fall in love :)

is this tropey as fuck? yes. is the plot hanging by a thread that isn't quite tied yet? also yes. but would it be hot as fuck and be the perfect series for me? also yes!

Anyway, that's my dream GL series for them. pls I want my lesbian gangster mafia drama 😭😭😭

[rollingsim]

BABE PLEASE DROP YOUR SKYRIM MODLIST BECAUSE???? YOUR DRAGONBORN IS SO GORGEOUS??

Ahh thank you so much!!! <3<3 I'll list the mods I use for character creation + some favorite armors! (all are nexus mods and may contain NSFW content!)

Racemenu

Bijin Skin

Bijin Skin Specular - Chooey's Choice

3BBB body + CBBE (NSFW!!!!)

Enhanced Female Head Mesh - Vanilla and CITRUS Heads

High Poly Head SE (linked a reddit post because OG site is down)

Hvergelmir Brows & SG Eyebrows for HPH

Koralina's Eyebrows for HPH

Even More Brows HPH

Maevan2's Eye Brows for HPH

Kala's Eyes

Pocky's Quirk Eyes

Even more eyes by Koralina

Koralina's Makeup Tweaks

Lovely Makeup 2

Community Overlays Tattoos

Cuyi's Bosmeri Antlers

Dint Hair & Wigs

KS Hairdos

Modular SMP Hairstyles

Druid Armor

Magecore Armor

Witcher 3 Armors

Dark Witch Armor

Cabbage ENB (aka the best enb)

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

From the Ashes Pt. 27

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs,

Words: 3203

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

“Ah! So you’re a Westerosi knight like Jaime!” One of the soldiers excitedly speaks to him. A relief to Selmy. But then he realized the voice belonged to a woman. . . The open corridor which his small escort was leading him down offered much light. Without a doubt this soldier was a woman. Her hair was black like a raven’s feathers and just as full. Long, it trailed down her back in a thick braid. Since being in Essos, Ser Barristan had grown accustomed to seeing tattooed faces of all ages and races. Men and women alike, the slave trade didn’t descriminate. Beyond this girl’s teardrop tattoo below her right eye and orange flames on her cheeks, she was very pretty. High cheekbones highlight her dark almond shaped eyes.

“Yes.” Barristan saw the twitch of her bare biceps. A pretty face and a body of a warrior. To him, this female warrior was an oddity. Ladies back in Westeros were dainty and dared not to use any weapon. This woman however had a curved sword strapped to her back and another blade hanging from her waist.

“Where is your armor?” She dances around him, unable to keep still for too long.

The tiny girl that was at the head of them stopped and turned around. “Ilta. Bisa iksis vala hen Vesteros. Istia sagon tolī rāpa.” This is a man of Westeros. You must be more formal.

‘Ilta’, skids to a halt and nods. “Paktot. Kirimvose, Inanna.” Right. Thank you. “Sorry. I am Ilta. Part of the Fiery Hand. Sworn to protect and aid nuha kosh in her journey.”

“You fight?”

Proudly she nods. "I do!"

“You’re still not better than me.” Her companion chuckles light heartedly. She returns the jest with a faux punch to his arm.

Selmy catches ‘Inanna’s’ watchful eyes. She smiles sweetly. “Ah, it’s true then what (y/n) has told us. There are no women knights.”

“She speaks the truth. Not only are there no women knights, but where I come from, women are discouraged from wielding such dangerous weapons. They could hurt themselves.” Right away regret made his mouth seal tightly.

Ilta stares at him before laughing. “Lī hen Vesteros issi sīr dovodedha” Those from Westeros are so silly!

The other two chuckle making Barristan feel foolish. He knew Valyrian. Understood it perfectly. He knew they were bashing on Westeros and the customs. Well, to Selmy their customs were just as strange.

“Women can fight here.” she proclaims after her fit. “It is better than the alternative. And it is an honor to fight alongside nuha kosh. You know where I was before becoming a Fiery Hand?”

No. He did not know.

Haakon grows quiet, a little shifty as he grows uncomfortable. “Ilta, that’s not necessary.”

“He’s probably just like Jaime was when he first arrived here: arrogant and thinking he’s better than us.” She snaps at him and turns on Selmy. Inanna helplessly watches, but she seemed quite used to Ilta’s temper. “I was nothing but a whore in the pleasure houses. The temple initially brought me in to be their whore as well, but when I saw that there were women in their army I knew that that life must be better. And it is. I open my legs for no man now unless I deem them worthy enough.”

Self Consciously Selmy felt his face grow warm.

Inanna stops in front of a door and thankfully saves him. “Here is your room, Ser."

“Who is your champion?” He asks Inanna, hand hovering over the doorknob. There had been nonstop talk of this champion. Not familiar with their odd religion, Barristan was truly in a foreign place. Even though he would not be staying long, he should at least be aware of the customs here.

Her eyes go blank before registering the meaning of his question. Before she could reply it is Ilta who spurts out “Our Lady (y/n) of course! You knew her back when she lived in Westeros. She was a princess back then but now she is something much better.”

“Ilta, gīda (calm). Kesā sȳngagon zirȳla lēda aōha perzys (You will scare him with your fire.)” Haakon intervenes and puts a burly hand on Ilta’s shoulder.

(y/n) again. “What exactly is she now?” He deserved some answers after having traveled for so long.

Inches away from him now, Ilta is tall for a woman. “She is Azor Ahai reborn. Our champion.”

Barristan Selmy gazes out of his rather large prison cell. A prison cell that held a comfortable bed and a beautiful sight of the lazy rolling ocean. Truly superb, but still a cell no matter how well it was made up. He was a guest under (y/n)’s protection. Princess (y/n ). . . Selmy couldn’t say she looked exactly the same as when he last saw her. Clear that the year she had been gone had been an eventful one. It did wonders for her. Her tanned complexion made her look more appealing, even the scar that was above her left eyebrow. The biggest change though was the sword that hung off of her hip. Immediately upon her arrival he had seen it and wondered if she knew how to use it. Funny how both she and Tyrion, people who one would not normally see wielding swords, now had blades at the ready. The Lannister children were indeed an oddity.

Now she also had terrifying men at her beck and call. Not just men but women as well. The prostitute turned soldier. Seems like anything could happen in Volantis.

This wasn’t the same girl who resided quietly at the Keep. She had power now. That much was clear from what he had observed. Even the High Priest of their temple appeared to be delighted to do whatever she requested. Still, the gentle and tender tone of her voice hadn’t changed. When she turned to one of her robe clad men that held an oddly shaped sword, she spoke softly and respectfully toward him. Most of the people he had seen her interact with apparently adored her. Things were different here.

Which made Selmy all the more wary that he had been confined. He would bide his time though and wait patiently. **

You wiped your face free of tears before shutting your door and starting your way to Rhiannon’s room. Just needing a few minutes to yourself was all you asked of. There was a lot to mourn. Worst of all was a phantom ache you felt deep within where your baby had once dwelled.

Tyrion answered your knock with a grin. He holds up a small wooden cube. “Rhiannon has all sorts of these puzzles in her room! It’s like the chest except smaller.”

Behind him, Rhiannon was at a small table and the mysterious chest before her. Around it were scraps of paper and other oddly shaped objects. Her room was narrow with a tall, slender, window that provided her with decent lighting.

Rhiannon had let you into her room multiple times although she would be rather shy about doing so. Embarrassed and claiming that it was too small and not suitable for you. You had never seen the puzzles before. She must have kept them in the trunk at the foot of her bed.

She smiles and turns in her chair so she could properly greet you. “Nuha kosh I hope all went well.”

“Somewhat. Ser Barristan will be here for just the night, but I fear the Fiery Hands will insist upon keeping a close eye on him.”

“Fiery Hands?” Tyrion returns to his stool that was placed beside Rhiannon.

Winking at him, Rhiannon reveals that the Fiery Hand is his sister’s personal army. To do with as she pleases and order as she saw fit. It was still weird to hear all the power you now had. But it was worth it if it meant impressing a stunned Tyrion.

His eyes are sparkling when he regards you and it makes you blush. “Wow (y/n)! You’re like. . . a king now.”

“Not exactly a king.” Rhiannon explains while unlodging a piece of the box she was working on. Everyone holds their breath and watches as she slides out another piece of wood.

“Rhiannon!”

“It’s coming undone.” Smiling at her achievement, Rhiannon rubs at her tired eyes and sits back in her chair. “But I doubt Thalina made it this easy. I may have been able to do this much, but if it’s important then Thalina would have made this puzzle more difficult so not just anyone could solve it.”

“Maybe she foresaw you helping me.” You smile tenderly. “She knew only you would be able to solve it.”

A dry laugh leaves her along with a tired sigh. “She gives me too much credit. But this makes me feel nostalgic. I like it. Feels like she’s here with me in some way.”

Despondent smile on your face, you knew her bittersweet emotions. Even though Thalina was not related to you by blood in any way, she had been much like an older sister to you in your early years at Dragonstone. Thalina proved to be far better than your actual blood sister.

In support you squeeze her shoulder gently. You would like to consider Rhiannon your sister as well. If you still had Thalina around, you would have wanted her to go to Asshai with you.

Yawning, Tyrion slowly blinks his eyes. He must have had a long journey. You sweep back one of his blonde curls. His hair was so long and wild but surprisingly not matted. Soft to the touch and without splitting. All signs that he had been well taken care of at least during his exodus.

“You are tired. Why don’t I show you to my room. The servants can clean the room next door and make it proper for you.”

“I must know though. . . What’s inside. . .”

“And you will. But I also need rest.” Rhiannon patiently grins. “We will both sleep and when we wake up refreshed, we can get back to work. How does that sound little lord?”

It was enough to satisfy Tyrion as he nodded and let you take his hand. “Sleep well, Rhiannon.”

“You as well, my lady.”

The very moment Tyrion’s head landed on the pillow, he was out like a light. He was still young and could only take so much excitement. When Inanna arrived to tell you that she had safely delivered Ser Barristan to his lodgings, you nod and tell her to keep an eye on Tyrion. You had left Inniros so abruptly that you wanted to go and apologize to him. And to tell him the miracle that had happened. Only. . . He wasn’t in his cell.

Dread filled you and at once you felt sick.

Shadows became more sinister to you once you put your hand at the hilt of Lightbringer. “Inniros?!”

Silence replied back. You were alone. Running out to try and find someone you bump into Dritan at the top of the stairs. He settles his hands on your shoulders to prevent you from falling back from shock. His ever passive face looks down at you. “Nuha kosh, High Priest Benerro wishes for an audience with you. He has your darkin with him.” When the word ‘darkin’ left his mouth, his lips twisted as if tasting something bitter.

If only you could feel relief at finding out that Inniros didn’t actually escape. Benerro moved fast when he wanted to. And the old priest knew how Inniros made many people at the temple nervous.

Thankfully all was well when you arrived in the large chapel that the priests held their sermons in. You weren’t used to seeing it quite that empty. The majority of the attendees were Hands, many of which had been in the council room when Barristan Selmy had been questioned.

Inniros was in shackles and on his knees in front of the High Priest. Silly of them to put shackles on a darkin who could easily slip into their own shadow and out of their restraints. The red priests and priestesses possessed strange magic though that you knew not to doubt.

“I’m sorry to call upon you on such short notice. All the flurry of today must be wearing down on you.”

“Not at all. What can I do for you?”

The High Priest shakes his head. “Not what you can do for me, rather what this darkin can do for you. I have been told that you have been visiting him frequently in his cell.”

“Am I not allowed to?”

“Oh no!” Benerro holds his hands up. “You are free to do as you please, nuha kosh. All I want is to know your opinion on him.”

Shifting on his heels, Inniros turns around to look up at you. Again he was in this humiliating situation of subservience. Even after all that he had done to you, you didn’t like seeing him on his knees. For the last few weeks you had sat at his level so that you could build trust and familiarity.

“My opinion?” His lone pale eye stared at you without a hint of malice or ill-will. You still didn’t know him that well, only barely scratching the surface of this complex man. “He loves his mother very much. Inniros has proved to me that he has humanity and gentleness. Whatever trouble he has caused me. . . it wasn’t of his own volition-”

“He murdered our brothers, nuha kosh! Your men!” Dritan calls out. Weles glares at him to be quiet but Dritan refuses to obey his commander. “He can’t be trusted. If you let him walk free among us, he will try to kill you again.”

“I don’t believe he will.” Anxious to explain, you are cut off again by another member of the Fiery Hand.

“Nuha kosh, you can’t be so trusting and naive. You have seen what this monster can do in a short amount of time. While you have Lightbringer to protect you our own spells can only do so much for our benefit. He mowed down some of our most high ranking men. Don’t sully Feichin’s name by trusting his murderer!”

“SILENCE!” Weles snapped with a roar of his voice. Those near him flinched from the authority that vibrated. He walked over to the one who had just spoken and backhanded them. So sharp you could hear the sting of it making you inwardly draw back. “I should have you skinned for speaking against nuha kosh. And Feichin wasn’t murdered. He died in battle trusting in Azor Ahai reborn.”

The smacked Fiery Hand seethed, revenge screaming in his eyes as he clenched his fists. Did he dare risk his life by attacking Weles? Such repercussions could involve his own execution. Then he looked at you. Dritan’s gaze added to the heaviness you were feeling. You knew such a look from having received it numerous times in your childhood: resentment.

Realizing his options, he bites his tongue and hangs his head low. “Forgive me, nuha kosh.”

Your cheeks were warm with embarrassment. How in the world were you supposed to reply to that?

For the first time in a while, you thought about your father. How would Tywin deal with this? Everyone considered him a great lord despite his cold demeanor. He was harsh but got the job done.

Weles looks to you for instruction, not budging from his place. He was pushing you more and more to make your own decisions. Azor Ahai called for leadership skills which you had been lacking in all your life. You had been expected to listen and obey. Not step out of line and merely be seen, never heard.

The safest option was. . . “Take him to a cell. He can be dealt with at a later time.”

Surprise widened his eyes when Sirvart and Chetna flag either side of him. There was no fight against them. Ashamed, he followed obediently like a beaten dog. Weles nodded to you and offered a small smile.

“Sounds like you speak highly of the darkin.”

“Inniros. His name is Inniros.”

“Of course. My apologies.” Benerro bows his head. “Inniros, (y/n) seems to speak highly of you. Is there anything you would like to say in return?”

You didn’t expect him to actually speak.“My actions, as (y/n) knows, were purely done out of obligation. I had no idea prior to who she was. I never believed in the own stories my master would tell me of Azor Ahai. Having witnessed for myself the power of (y/n). . . it’s all true. My powers are indebted to (y/n). I have felt R’hllor’s warmth through her.”

His kind words made you heat up from a new kind of blush. High Priest Benerro seemed extremely satisfied with his words as well. “Very well. Inniros, I grant your release from your cell.”

You’re shaken awake by Tyrion. It looked like Inanna had already helped him get dressed and had brushed his unruly hair. “(y/n)! Wake up! I just checked in on Rhiannon just now. She’s ready to pull out the final piece!”

Scrambling to throw on a robe, your trio leaves your room for the priestess’ chambers. Her long hair was still loose and not in her signature high braided ponytail. Clothed in a simple daisy yellow nightgown, she allows you to enter. The box on her table still looked the same minus a few missing pieces.

“Is it true?”

“I believe so, my lady.” Rhiannon replies and her fingers hover over what you surmised was the piece that would make the whole thing open. Her hair was so beautiful, much like Thalina’s had been before cut off by Viserys. Rippling with soft waves and making a curtain of hair as she leaned forward. She turns her face up at you. “Would you like the honors?”

Heart in your throat, you stand beside her making sure Tyrion had full view. She showed you which piece to slide out. How odd, you would have thought that the chest had been made with solid wood. Never would you have guessed that it was composed of smaller pieces. Tyrion kept close to your side and watched with bated breath.

Easily sliding out, the rest of the box fell apart to reveal a rather large opal that looked like it had scales carved into it.

“A-An opal?”

"It's rather large to be an opal." Inanna comments.

"It's so pretty!"

"There's a note." Grabbing the slip of paper, Rhiannon reads aloud: "(y/n), I give you the true jewel of Dragonstone where we spent every passing day together. There may be a little life left inside.

"It's signed by Thalina. And this is her handwriting." She hands it to you, a little confused of the meaning of the letter.

"From Dragonstone. . . ?" Tentatively you set the note aside and go to pick up the large gemstone. You had never seen such a beautiful stone at Dragonstone. You would have remembered. It was heavier than you thought as you lifted it up.

Why did Thalina leave this behind for you?

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Pairing: Eddie Munson/ Female Soulmate

Requested By: NA (inspired by a post I saw months ago but can't find now. If it's your post or you have the link to it, please let me know so that I can give proper credit for the idea)

Word Count: 3,751

Summary: Soulmate AU. Every person is born with a tattoo of the sounds they'll hear when they meet their soulmate.

Stranger Things Masterlist Eddie Munson Masterlist

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Birds. 

Fuckin birds. That's all she had to go on. She'd hear birds of all things. What a lousy tattoo. It did make her feel slightly better, though, knowing her soulmate would have the same thing to work with. The same thing being, essentially, nothing. 

She heard birds every single day. How on earth was she supposed to know which birds were the right ones? Which birds would be the ones who's songs told her that's him. That's your soulmate. 

The people in her life told her that it would be easy. They all said she'd "just know." But nobody could tell her how. Nobody could tell her what happened when the right birds were singing at the right time. It frustrated her beyond reason whenever she'd let herself think about it. So, she did everything she could not to think about it. 

She kept herself busy with work as much as they'd let her. Picking up shifts, covering when the other waitresses had to leave, even working holidays to avoid the questions from her family. But when work wasn't an option, she could always turn to art. Drawing, specifically. 

The pages of her sketchbooks were full of random drawings from her day to day. She drew anything and everything that caught her attention. Flowers, shop windows, dogs in the park, strangers in line at the coffee shop. It didn't matter to her what it was, if it caught her eye at a moment that she was able to draw it, it was added to her collection. 

She enjoyed finding beauty in the mundane. Her tattoo had taught her to appreciate the smallest moments in life. She knew that she'd hear birds at the moment she met her soulmate. When she was a teenager she began to listen to the birds more closely. She learned to identify their different songs. Crows, robins, blue jays, cardinals. But her favorite song was that of the love bird. It was cliche, and she knew that. But she loved it nonetheless. Her father had joked that if she got good enough at knowing different bird calls, maybe her tattoo would suddenly change. "Tomorrow you'll wake up and it'll say 'warbler.'" he laughed over dinner. 

She'd spent time admiring her parents' tattoos when she was younger. She loved the simplicity of them. "Ocean" in the plain black ink of their wrists. It was funny, they'd say. Neither of them ever liked the beach. Her mother hated that the sand stuck to everything. Her father was prone to sunburn. But when both of their families had dragged them along on a beach vacation some 25 years ago, they found each other. 

It had become more or less a weekly ritual for her to set up at a local cafe on Monday mornings. She'd order her regular, a dirty chai latte and whichever pastry looked extra delicious that day. The baristas on shift would ask about her week, and tell her about theirs before she'd go out front to her favorite patio table. It sat in the corner of the patio, right beside the black metal fence around the perimeter. It was far enough from the door that she could draw and sketch uninterrupted, and gave a perfect view of the street and the neighborhood. 

This particular Monday morning had gotten off to a rocky start. She'd woken up later than she'd wanted. She didn't have a specific schedule per se, but she liked to be at the cafe early. Then the clouds overhead started to turn an angry, dark shade of grey as she walked down the street. She tucked her sketchbook tighter to her chest, hoping the clouds would be merciful today and not rain on her. 

A breath of relief fell from her mouth, cheeks puffing dramatically as she shut the cafe door behind her. "Looks nasty out there," she told the barista, Amber, with a smile. 

"Uh oh," She answered, her eyes going to the window. "Are you still gonna sit outside?" 

She was at the counter now, her wallet out and ready to pay. She looked outside at the dark sky. It hadn't rained yet. 

"Think I'll take my chances," she answered with a smile. And so she did. She collected her breakfast from Amber and made her way to her favorite table. Amber offered to bring out an umbrella if the skies began to look worse. 

Once she was sat at her table, she suddenly didn't notice the storm clouds above her. All of her focus, all of her energy, was on her sketchbook. She'd look up briefly now and then to find new inspiration. But as soon as something worthy caught her eye, her nose was buried once again in the off white pages. 

Hours had passed before she realized. Mondays were often like that. After ordering another drink, she flipped to a new page in her sketchbook. Her pages were often filled with small, unrelated and unconnected pieces. Flowers from the market right next to a mailbox she saw on her walk. A kitten that had been for sale at a garage sale the previous weekend, its ear nearly touching an old mechanics sign that hung on an abandoned building down the street from her house. She liked the randomness of it all, but she loved starting a new page even more. The crisp, untouched paper was full of nothing but potential. It was exhilarating. 

She noticed that the clouds began to shift only when the sunlight began to fall across the page of her book. The paper that had been a dull, almost sad shade of white suddenly illuminated in warm gold. She glanced up from the paper, taking a quick look at the sky above her. It seemed as though mother nature would be on her side. You could never be sure about weather in Indiana in March, but the tides seemed to be turning. And she couldn't be more glad. 

She picked up her bag from where it sat beside her feet. She just knew there had to be a pair of sunglasses in there somewhere. When her desperate attempts to locate the cheap plastic sunglasses failed, she groaned loudly to herself. She looked up, turning to her left, then to her right. 

When her head snapped a bit too quickly to the right, she suddenly didn't care about sunglasses. She didn't care that the bright afternoon sun had been hurting her eyes just ten seconds ago. The moment she saw him, she didn't care about anything. 

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Blood will follow blood.

It was without a doubt the most metal soulmate tattoo he'd ever seen. Every other person Eddie was close to had boring tattoos. Traffic or bells. But his? He took pride in his. 

He'd tried more than a handful of times to write songs with those words. Heavy guitars, deep vocals. He had a fantasy, a dream that one day he'd write the perfect song. He'd play it at a show and that was when he'd meet her. His soulmate. He'd be sweaty from performing, she'd be beautiful and in awe of his musical genius. But so far, any time he tried to write that perfect song, the words fell flat. They weren't his to write, he supposed. 

He spent countless hours wondering what the words on his wrist meant. His first thought, obviously, was that they had to be song lyrics. But  he'd listened to countless records in his time, and he couldn't find them anywhere. His next bet was that it could be Dungeons and Dragons related. The game could get violent at times. It wasn't uncommon for him, or any other Dungeon Master he knew, to be gratuitous in their descriptions during a campaing. 

That took up most of his time, if he were honest. Being a Dungeon Master served as a perfect distraction during his last few years of high school. When everyone else around him was hooking up, biding their time until their actual soulmate arrived, he was nose deep in dungeon manuals and campaign writing. It didn't feel right to him to entertain anyone who wasn't his soulmate, so he didn't. 

The only thing that came close in terms of time spent as a distraction was baking. Eddie Munson made the best brownies in Hawkins. Anyone who had ever tried his baked goods would tell you, that boy had a gift. It had started after he moved in with his uncle. He'd found an old box of cake mix in the back of a cabinet and begged his uncle to make it for him. When uncle Wayne said no, not because he didn't want to, but because he was pretty sure it was expired, 12 year old rebel Eddie did not take his advice. The cake was awful. Absolutely disgusting. So, during his next grocery trip uncle Wayne bought two more boxes of cake mix. He taught Eddie what little he knew about doctoring up a boxed mix to make it even more delicious, and the rest was history. 

Eddie did what he could to get his hands on as many cookbooks as he could. He'd borrow from neighbors, the public library, he even got sweet old Mrs. Conley's from two doors down to give him her secret family cookie recipe. The secret, it turned out, was browned butter. Once he started, he really couldn't stop.

He'd spend hours in the tiny kitchen of his uncle's house mixing and measuring and baking. Once he'd gotten down the basics, cookies, cakes, brownies, even cinnamon rolls that would knock your tits clean off, he started to experiment. Poor, sweet uncle Wayne was more often than not the test subject for his creations. They weren't all great at first, but Wayne loved his nephew. He loved his curiosity. He loved that the little boy who'd been dropped on his step with two changes of clothes and nobody in the world was finally starting to shine. So he'd eat every single terrible thing Eddie ever baked with a smile. Well, he'd try to at least. He did eventually have to tell him that quadrupling the amount of cocoa powder in a brownie recipe was maybe not his best idea to date. 

But now, at 20 years old he considered himself something of a professional in the kitchen. He'd come home to the small house he still shared with his uncle and immediately start. If there was already a pan of brownies, or half a batch of snickerdoodles left from a few days before he'd take them to Max and Susan across the road. Max seemed to appreciate them. And he'd start again. He'd bake something delicious for dessert and make whatever he could find for dinner. Neither he or his uncle were necessarily great cooks but Eddie could make a mean pot of hamburger helper. 

Some nights, Wayne would wake up early and the men would have dinner together. They'd take streaming plates of whatever Eddie made into the living room, plates set on their laps while they watched reruns of Bonanza or Gilligan's Island. But more often, Eddie would cook and eat alone in his bedroom while he did homework or messed around with whatever song he was working on that week. Either way, he'd always pack up the leftovers and dessert into the old blue playmate that served as Wayne's lunchbox for work. 

Everything Eddie did had a soundtrack. Driving, baking, planning campaigns, even just sitting at home. He always had music playing. He loved anything he could get his hands on, but his favorite was metal. Any genre of metal. Black metal, thrash metal, speed metal, stoner metal. He loved it all. And even if a band wasn't his favorite, he appreciated them. He was a music fan above all else. 

This particular weekend had been an exciting one for him. He'd managed to take out the entire party at the previous week's Hellfire campaign on Friday. Then yesterday, Sunday, he finally perfected his recipe for chocolate cupcakes. He was feeling on top of the world, always one to appreciate the little things in life. He packed up half a dozen of his cupcakes into a Tupperware container and set off towards downtown.

He parked outside of the RadioShack downtown. Today was finally the day that one of Eddie's favorite bands would be releasing their new album. Master of Puppets. Even if he didn't already love Metallica, he'd have been hooked by the album name. He was surprised that a big chain like RadioShack carried this kind of music, really. But he supposed that in capitalist America, a dollar was a dollar. And Metallica definitely made the stores that carried their music money. 

"Bob around?" He asked a bored looking middle aged man behind the counter as he walked into the store. The man barely acknowledged Eddie as he pointed his thumb towards the back of the store. Eddie nodded as he walked away, heading towards the bright red and white sign that read "Customer Service" at the back of the store. 

Bob Newby was, among other things, the general manager of the store. Eddie liked him the first day he came in after the store had opened. Most people looked at Eddie and saw trouble. Leather and tattoos would have that effect in a town like Hawkins. But not Bob. Bob greeted Eddie with a real Newby smile and a firm handshake. He learned Eddie's name and interests quickly, always paying attention when they spoke instead of waiting for him to do something terrible like most people in town seemed to do. 

"Mornin', Ed." Bob greeted as he got closer to the counter. 

"You got it?" Eddie asked. He came to a stop on the opposite side of the counter from Bob, the chain on his jeans hitting the front of it loudly as his fingers landed on the edge of the counter. 

"Yes," Bob chuckled, reaching behind him. "I have it." 

He handed the shrink wrapped cassette to Eddie. He thanked Bob with a giddy smile before turning back towards the bored man holding down the checkout counter. He admired the artwork of the cassette. The silver Metallica logo over rows and rows of white crosses. He flipped it over in his hands, excited eyes quickly scanning the tracklist on the back. He could hardly wait to get it into the tape deck in his van. 

Once he was comfortably in his van with the newest addition to his music collection playing on the radio, he set his sights on the Henderson house. Dustin Henderson had been a freshman Hellfire recruit when he met Eddie, and he'd never admit it to the others, but his favorite. He took a liking to the round faced kid immediately. He was already smarter than Eddie at barely 14 and had the quickest wit of anyone in Hawkins. 

Eddie passed a small cafe on his way. It was a warm, simple place owned by the parents of a kid Eddie had gone to high school with. Their pastries were nothing compared to Eddie's, but they made a great cup of coffee. He decided to stop in quickly and grab something to go. 

He removed the cassette from the tape deck, quickly placing it into his walkman. He decided to start side two of the cassette, placing it into the walkman upside down. He placed his headphones over his ears and pressed play as he swung open the door of his van. 

He wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings as he walked up the sidewalk towards the cafe. His eyes focused on his shoes as he dug his hands deep into the pockets of his faded blue jeans, suddenly cognizant of the rips and frays across his knees as a chilled March breeze blew. 

The warmth inside the cafe was welcome as the door closed behind him. There was a bit of a line, which was to be expected at this time of morning. He took his place in line behind an older man and turned up the volume in his headphones. The line moved slowly as the tape played in his ears. It was good. Like, really fucking good. He always loved Metallica but this album was new levels. 

The fourth song started as the older man in front of him placed his order. He stopped the tape as he walked up to the counter, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. 

"Large black house blend," he ordered with a smile. "Please." He added quickly. The woman behind the counter told him his total with a grin. He paid, dropping his change into the tip jar beside the register while she poured his coffee. She placed a plastic lid on the cup and handed it to him over the counter. He placed his headphones back over his ears before taking the cup. 

He pressed play on his walkman as he walked through the cafe, through the front door and back into the chilly air outside. He walked down the sidewalk, past a few patio tables that were set up outside. Just as he was passing through the black metal fence that surrounded the tables when he heard it. 

Go against the grain until the end Blood will follow blood Dying time is here Damage incorporated

He stopped in his tracks. He swore he lost all feeling in his hands as he heard the words. He turned around, hair flying around his head as his eyes scanned his surroundings. 

As soon as his eyes met hers he suddenly didn't hear the guitars in his ears. The drums faded into background noise. The only thing he could see, the only person that existed in this moment was her. And she was beautiful beyond words. 

~~~~~

She stood from her seat, tugging down the hem of her shirt while she smiled at him. His own beaming grin was, for lack of a better word, breathtaking. A rosy blush bloomed across dimpled cheeks, his brown eyes like honey beneath the sun of early spring. Another chilly breeze blew around the two of them, kicking up fallen leaves into something of a miniature tornado between their feet. 

"Hi," he finally said, placing his headphones around his neck and taking a step closer to her. "I'm Eddie." 

She introduced herself, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she did. Fuck, he thought to himself. Even her name is beautiful. She offered him a seat at her table. He happily accepted, taking clumsy steps towards the chair she had vaguely gestured to. 

"What are you listening to?" She asked as he set his walkman and headphones onto the table. 

"The new Metallica."

She was surprised, though she supposed that she shouldn't be. The hair alone should have given her some inclination that he'd be into that type of music. Paired with the rings, chains, and leather jacket he kind of seemed like a stereotype of a metalhead. 

Before she could stop herself she was reaching her hand towards his. She felt electricity under her fingertips as she delicately lifted his hand, turning his palm up. 

Blood will follow blood.

"Goodness," she giggled as she read the black ink on his wrist. Her fingers rested softly against his palm. His smile curled higher on his cheeks as he gripped her hand in his own, turning it so that he could see her wrist. 

Birds. 

He took a moment to listen as he looked at the simple word that decorated her perfect skin. Sure enough, he heard birds above him. He'd never noticed. He never paid much attention at all to the sounds of birds. But now, more than anything, he was thankful for their songs. 

"It's a finch," she told him. 

Her voice pulled him from his own thoughts. His eyes met hers and he was suddenly glad to be sitting. The way her eyes seemed to melt everything in him must have been what people meant when they told him he'd "just know." 

"A finch, huh?" He asked. "He's quite the musician." 

"She, actually." 

"You, uh, know a lot about bird calls?" 

She shrugged. "Got really into birds when I was in school. Thought maybe it would help, I guess." She glanced down to where their hands were still resting on the table. "This didn't really give me a lot to go on." 

"I know the feeling," he laughed. "This song just came out today. Spent twenty years trying to figure out what the hell mine even meant." He noticed her empty coffee cup and the muffin that you'd picked at sitting next to it. "Their muffins suck." 

"Not always!" She defended her choice with a playful smile. "This particular one is disappointing, though, I'll admit." 

He stood quickly, his chair fumbling across the pavement. He pulled his hand away from hers as he stepped away. "I'll be right back," he assured her. His pace was quick, very nearly a jog as he walked to the passenger seat of his van in the parking lot around the building. 

When he returned he carried with him a plastic bowl with a red lid. He set the bowl on the table between them as he took his seat. 

"Gotta try these," he told her as he removed the lid. Inside were the frosted chocolate cupcakes that he'd intended to take to Dustin. He selected one, gently lifting it between his thumb and pointer finger. "Promise this is better than that nasty muffin." 

She accepted the cupcake with a smile. When she peeled down the paper liner she could instantly tell that it was going to be delicious. Perfectly moist, soft where her fingers gripped the sides. Eddie licked residual frosting from his thumb as she took a bite. 

"Oh, Christ," she all but moaned over the mouthful of cake. "You're right. So much better."

Eddie smiled, proud of himself. "Told ya," he giggled as she took a second bite. "Just made them yesterday. Finally got the recipe just right." 

"You made these?" She asked, her eyes widening. 

"With love," he winked. 

"Oh, god I'm so glad you're my soulmate." 

He blushed again at her confession. Obviously, they both knew that the other was their soulmates. Tattoos don't lie. But hearing the word fall from her lips, the way her voice wrapped around the two syllables was musical. He wanted to hear her call him her soulmate a million more times. 

~~~~~

Feedback is always appreciated! Requests are open! Have a great weekend! 🥰 If you'd like to be tagged in my Stranger Things fics, please let me know. I also have individual tag lists for Steve, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, and Steddie.

Tag List: @redwineanddnicotine @renaissan-vvitchh

Eddie Tag List: @littlemiss-yeehaw @protecteddiemunson4vr @tayhar8111

[biteofcherry]

Curtis Everett Masterlist

The Sacred Hunt Masterlist

summary: Traditions were sacred. You were always vehement in seeing to that. But you never considered that at some point you may become a core part of one of your people’s traditions.

warnings: sliiight dub-con (not really, but just to be sure); chase kink of sorts; arranged relationship (kinda); exp**cit se*ual content; loss of vir-g-i-n-ity;

Ruby Deux Masterlist

Dom!Bucky Barnes x submissive reader x Dom!Curtis Everett

summary: It was always hard for any partner of yours to accept that though you were sweet and nurturing, and soft all around, you had desires that were anything like it. Tenderness and gentle love making rarely worked for you, as your mind always flew away to fantasies of being chased and forced and taken in most primal ways. You knew the community of Ruby Garden won’t be judgmental of your desires and you hoped to find a play partner who would match with at least a dose of it. You never expected to find yourself trapped between two beefy men, who make your fantasies seem bland compared to the reality of primal, raw way they take you.

warnings: D/s dynamic; power imabalnce; primal kink; chase kink; DPing;

No such thing as finality

vampire!Curtis Everett x reader; Dracula!Curtis Everett x reader

summary: When Curtis returns to his newly acquired mansion in London, he’s greeted by an unexpected sight…

warnings: angst; so so much angst; and feels; dark-ish; a bit of blood (there are vampires in this story, after all); mention of death;

Restoring balance

Curtis Everett x female reader

summary: To survive in the apocalyptic cold world you have to barter. Curtis is just in his offers, but he also takes a bonus. In flesh.

warnings: dystopian world; harsh conditions; mostly consensual (sliiightly dub-con due to apocalyptic circumstances forcing you to accept certain deals); size kink; breeding kink (obviously);

Goldi locked

Ari Levinson x Curtis Everett x female reader x Steve Rogers

summary: You wanted a big change to happen in your life, but not exactly in the way stumbling upon that cabin in the woods has made it. The three lumberjacks living there were very helpful and kind. But they didn’t let you go your own way after saving you. Now you were theirs.

warnings: this is pure filth; one of the filthiest kind; dub-con; soft!dark Ari; soft!dark Curtis; soft!dark Steve; smut; a/b/o; breeding; knotting; spitroasting; anal play; dirty talk; praise and a bit of degradation;

Gasoline

dark biker!Ari Levinson x female reader x dark biker!Curtis Everett

summary: They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. It sure was true for you. An attempt at saving someone led to you being taken into the pits of darkness. And the devils own you now.

warnings: dub-con; power imbalance; possessiveness; threats; sex in public; unprotected sex; cockwarming; oral (m receiving); mention of oral (f receiving); fingering; pussy spanking; spit kink; forced tattoo; dark!Ari; dark!Curtis;

Forage and grind

orc!Curtis Everett x female reader

summary: You always felt like you belonged there. Naively, you even felt safe. But when his silent observation snaps into action and you learn why you caught his interest, belonging starts to hold more terror than longing.

warnings: orc!Curtis; dark!Curtis; heavy dub-con; captivity; thigh riding; rope bondage/shibari; suspension; oral (f receiving); fingering; unprotected sex; heavy breeding kink; size kink; hints of degradation;

Curtis + size kink (lazy Sinday drabble)

Curtis + shibari (lazy Sinday drabble)

Curtis + obsessed with your soft bits (lazy Sinday drabble)

[itsstarseason]

╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ

╰┈➤ ❝ SEYEON’S PROFILE !

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╰┈➤ ❝ BASIC INFORMATION !

✰ NAMES & NICKNAMES

BIRTH NAME. Choi Se-yeon (최세연)

BEHIND THE NAME. The name was chosen by her mother. The meaning is unknown.

ENGLISH NAME. Stella Choi

BEHIND THE NAME. Derived from the Latin, Stella means 'star'. Her mother chose the name after moving to the US.

NICKNAMES. Sese, Star, Yeona, Yeoni

✰ BIRTH INFORMATION

DATE OF BIRTH. May 1, 1997

PLACE OF BIRTH. Seocho-gu, Seoul, South Korea

HOMETOWN. Manhattan, New York City, USA

ETHNICITY. Korean

NATIONALITY. South Korean

CITIZENSHIP. South Korean

BLOOD TYPE. A-

FAMILY. Choi Song-Ho (father; 1959), Kim Ji-Yeon (mother; 1965), Kang Kyung-na (cousin; 1986)

LANGUAGES. Korean (native; Gyeonggi dialect), English (fluent; New York accent), Japanese (basic), Mandarin Chinese (basic)

ZODIAC SIGN. Taurus

CHINESE ZODIAC SIGN. Ox

✰ GENDER & SEXUALITY

SEX AND GENDER. female woman

PRONOUNS. she/her

ROMANTIC AND SEXUAL INTERESTS. undisclosed

╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ

╰┈➤ ❝ PHYSICAL INFORMATION !

✰ PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR. dark brown

HAIR COLOR. black

HEIGHT. 162.1cm (5’3”)

WEIGHT. 44kg (97lbs)

DOMINANT HAND. left

✰ BODY MODIFICATIONS

PIERCINGS. left earlobe - 2, right earlobe - 2

TATTOOS. left knee - 1

✰ OTHER

MEDICAL HISTORY. depression, lumbar strain (2023)

MEDICAL CONDITIONS. none

ALLERGIES. dust

ADDICTIONS. nicotine

╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ

╰┈➤ ❝ CLAIMS !

VOICE CLAIM (SPEAKING). Rora (BABYMONSTER)

VOCAL CLAIM. Rora (BABYMONSTER)

RAP CLAIM. Maya (XG)

DANCE CLAIM. Lisa (BLACKPINK) & Jurin (XG)

╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ

╰┈➤ ❝ CAREER INFORMATION !

OCCUPATION. K-pop Idol

✰ NAMES & NICKNAMES

STAGE NAME. Seyeon (세연)

NICKNAMES. the next BoA, BoA's daughter, nation’s MC, happy cat Seyeon (세냥이)

✰ GROUP

GROUP. NCT (2016–present), Girls On Top (2022–present)

SUB-UNITS. NCT: NCT U (2016–present), NCT 127 (2016–present), NCT DREAM (2016–2018, 2021–present), Girls On Top: GOT the beat (2022–present)

POSITIONS. NCT: Dancer, Rapper, Vocalist, Visual, Center, Face of the Group; NCT 127: Main Dancer, Lead Vocalist, Lead Rapper, Visual; NCT DREAM: Main Dancer, Lead Rapper, Lead Vocalist, Visual, Center, Face of the Group; GOT the beat: Vocalist, Rapper

DEBUT DATES. 9 April 2016 (NCT U), 10 July 2016 (NCT 127), 25 August 2016 (NCT DREAM), 3 January 2022 (GOT the beat)

✰ SOLO

LABELS. SM Entertainment (2007–present)

TRAINING PERIOD. 8 years 6 months (October 2007–April 2016)

ROLE MODELS. 2NE1

SOLO FANDOM NAME. Sebyeols (세별즈)

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI. 🌶️/❤️‍🔥

REPRESENTATIVE COLOR. N/A

✰ OTHER

KNOWN FOR. being under SM; being an SM Rookies member; her visuals; performing BoA's 'Girls On Top' and being called "the next BoA" pre-debut; being an Inkigayo MC; being a member of NCT; being the only female member during NCT's rookie years; being the most popular NCT member; her visuals; her dance skills; being an all-rounder; having extremely high spice tolerance; owning a Porsche car; having an emo phase pre-debut and in rookie years; talking to the reporters at airports; having a different hair color every era; being hated during her rookie years; hosting almost every event/award show; looking like a cartoon character; being overworked; her stage presence;

SIGNATURE.

itsstarseason 2024 ✰

[maxikha-ffxiv]

Rp Profile: Maxi Kha

This isn't a LFRP per se, this is much more who my character is, and some detailed information about her and her place in the world

Character Info:

Name: Altani "Maxi" Kha (birth name Altani Dazkar)

Nicknames: Maxi, Hatchet, Stormbringer

Gender: Female (she/her)

Race: Au Ra, Xaela

Age: roughly 32 by end of events of EW

Sexuality: Biromantic Asexual

Height: 5'3"

Patron Diety: Oschon

Hair: Black, teal highlights

Eyes: Electric Blue, teal Limbal Rings

Tattoos: Rogue's tattoo on her right arm/shoulder

Noticeable marks: Freckled face, a very large back scar from a direwolf attack while protecting a child

Noticeable items: Bard's hat (when working as an archer). EB ring on a chain around her neck. Cherry Blossom earrings. Hybrid bow made of parts from a zelkova and a wanderer's bow.

Important NPC's:

Narani Dazkar, now Kha: Maxi's mother, wife to Keiten, humble child of the Dazkar tribe. Daughter of Ghoa, Butterfly of the Dazkar. Fled with mother and child after learning of plot to kill Maxi. Now lives in Radz-at-Han with a portion of the Kha tribe, as a merchant selling Xaela goods

Ghoa Dazkar: Maxi's grandmother. A generational talent in archery, she earned the title "Butterfly of the Dazkar" for how gracefully she could wield a bow. Many Xaela came from all over the step to be taught by her, but she didn't take many students, her best one being her own teenage granddaughter. Killed in a bandit attack by experimental poison

Keiten Kha: Maxi's stepfather, husband to Narani. Member of the Kha that rescued the Dazkar ladies. Fell in love with Narani, officially married when Maxi was 6. Maxi calls him dad, only father she recognizes. Leatherworker by trade, crafted the archery bracers Maxi wears when she's in her usual combat attire

Baatu Dazkar: Birth father of Maxi. She never talks about him. He tried to kill her, twice, all because she's his illegitimate firstborn. Former khan of Dazkar, removed from power by Maxi in a trial of combat.

Traits:

Humble start: Maxi, uninterested in the life of a merchant, left for the lands of Eorzea once of age. Having been trained in Dazkar archery, she set off to join the archers guild in Gridania

Martial prowess: Maxi has 0 aether control, but has been athletically gifted from birth. She's able to pick up and handle any martial weapon with minimal training, having spent time with the various martial guilds before settling on the Archer's/Rogue's and Marauder's guilds to focus on

Shroud archer: Main "job" is working as a scout and ranger in the Black Shroud. Maxi's been able to come to an understanding with the Elementals of the Shroud, and is able to get where she needs for the most part without much issue. Because of this, she tends to get requests from the Twin Adders on scouting missions.

Rogue by any other Name: Maxi's "other job" is her real occupation, whether she likes it or not. She works for the Rogues' Guild as Hatchet, ranged weapons expert and best info broker they've ever had. If it needs knowing, she's learned of it, and if not, her vast network of contacts will figure it out quick

The One True Job (Stone): Maxi wields a single job stone: Dark Knight. She's not exactly sure how she ended up with it, but she got it, can wield the powers of, and has fully embraced the Darkness at times. Although Maxi doesn't use a greatsword, a bloodstained axe given to her is her chosen weapon, she still can perform devastating attacks nonetheless. Fray also makes appearances, either at moments of high emotion, or when she's having a discussion with herself

Dynamis?: There's a reason Maxi sucks at using Aether and makes a good DRK. Turns out she has a high skill with Dynamis usage, although up until recently she didn't even know what it was, let alone how to use it. Her emotions fuel her, the stronger the emotions, the stronger her ability to wield it. Her control of Dynamis is very limited yet, as she is far from mastering it, but there have been flashes

[paisholotus]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗. 2

Play: Clap For Him~ Foushee

Nadia's Pov

We got out of the car, and the boys got out confused. "Didn't you say we'd go skating? This is the side of the highway." Denki shook his head nervously. I chuckled and said, "Yes, this is the spot. Are you afraid, sir?" I asked. "I ain't scared of nothing." He scoffed, puffing his chest out.

 

"Just like you weren't scared over that fence you tripped over last week." Sero said, cackling. which caused Denki to buck at him. "Shut up; that was a tall ass fence." Denki said, grabbing his board from the back seat and walking to the front of the car.

 

Reya rolled her eyes. "Enough with the chit-chat. Let's get started, Jay. Get the camera ready. And this time, Deja, you're skating! So get the hell out of the car." Deja groaned, stepping out of the car and grabbing her board. 

 

I sensed a presence near me and turned around to see Izuku. He removed his hoodie to display his tatted arms covered in scars. He looked so good. He was really built; he lifted his shirt a little, and I saw a glimpse of his rock abs. Heat rose to my cheeks; I would give anything and run my fingers down his chest. His hair was the same curly afro, but he had a beanie on with it hovering over his eyes a little. He must have felt me staring if he looked my way, and I quickly looked the other way, but I know he saw me.

 

I heard him chuckle. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw him checking me out, which caused me to fidget in my spot. I just know he's had plenty of females feel like this. And for some reason, that upset me. My childhood crush on him was coming back, and it honestly made me sad because the thought of him fucking other girls makes me mad because we were each other's first love.

 

Not that I expected him to wait to see me again; apart from that, I just wished I was his first everything. And I think back to the scars on his arms—how did he get those? He has tattoos and piercings; he looks like a fuckboy, not gonna lie. What happened to my bubba?

 

"Wait, who is going to drive the car?" I said. "Nisha is going to do that." Said Reya. "Why can't I do that and Nisha skate?" Deja grumbled. Reya gave her an irritated glare and said, "You haven't skated yet; Nisha has. Stop the whining and come on." Picking up her board, Deja said a stream of curse words.

 

"Get the camera, Jay." I said, and I looked around at everyone else who appeared to be ready, as well as Denki, who looked to be scared. "What if we get arrested, dude?" He said, all jittery.

 

"Hey! Shut the fuck up. Don't worry about that." Reya yelled at him. "Jesus, you're worse than Kacchan." Denki said, making a stank face. "Shut the hell up, Sparky." Said Bakugo. "Don't tell me to shut up; I'm sorry that I'm afraid of getting arrested." Denki said, with a twisted face. I was honestly getting irritated by the back and forth.

 

"Can all y'all shut the fuck up? We wasting gas sitting here." Nisha yelled, from outside the car. I chuckled, her yelling caused Bakugo to growl because Nisha told him to shut up. "Like you, ok, Pitbull? Damn."

 

Reya was the first to go, then it was me and everyone else. Jay rolled on the other side of me and started recording. This is what I loved about skating—is it reckless? Yes, and that's what makes it so freeing. I leaned my body to the side. I went along the curve of the road, sticking out my arms with the biggest smile on my face.

Watching the sunset was so beautiful; these are the moments I enjoyed the most. I looked to the side and looked at Izuku. He took off his beanie, and the wind blew through his curls. He turned and looked at me, but had a stotic expression on his face and was quickly looking away with his cheeks red. Did I make him blush?

 

I smiled a little and looked behind me to look at Deja and Shoto close beside each other; she was actually doing really well. Shoto stuck his hand out and grazed it against Deja's leg, causing her to smile softly.

 

I turned back to the front to see Denki, Sero, and Kirishima in front. And for someone who was so scared, Denki is actually an amazing skater. I looked back at the side of me to see Jay still recording all of us. The highway was coming to an exit, and we were going to be back on the street soon.

We rolled back onto the street, passing all the stores and people. Hearing sirens, we looked behind us and saw cops. Denki and Sero were freaking out as I cursed beneath my breath. "Relax! And just move to the side." We all shifted to the side to watch if the officers would pass us or not.

 

And, thankfully, they passed us by, and I rolled my eyes at how upset they were about nothing. It was growing dark, and I was starving, so I stood up to call Reya. "Hey! Let's call it a night." She nodded and signaled for Nisha to pull over.

 

We all got off the boards and walked up to the side of the car. "Bro, that was sick. But I'm hungry as hell. I'm ready to go back to the hotel." I said. They nodded, agreeing, "Y'all can come back with us. Because I know y'all are hungry too." I said. 

 

Denki and Sero smiled, liking that idea, but Shoto and Kirishima frowned. "We wouldn't want to intrude." Said Kirishima, and I shook my head. "Oh, nah, y'all good. We invited y'all, so we'll feed you guys too. Plus, we can still hang. Y'all smoke?" They nodded, and we motioned for them to get in the car. "Come on then, we're going to smoke, eat, and chill." I said. We all got back into the car and headed back to our hotel.

 

I felt a hand on my thigh, squeezing it. I looked down to see a scarred hand and then out the window to see Izuku smirking as if he had no idea what he was doing.

 

I brushed his hand off casually, and a slight grin went on my face. Just because I haven't seen you since we were kids and you see me now, sir, doesn't mean you'll get pussycat. You're going to have to work for me, especially since I know he's got hoes. And I'm not going to be one of them.

 

Turning to look into his eyes and smiling, I grabbed his chin and leaned in close. "You gotta work for this, bubba." I let go of his chin and glanced back ahead, smiling to myself, causing his cheeks to flush.

[fa1rysugar]

If Evil Why Hot?

Reaver x Afab! Female Reader.

I see no one write for him or anyone from fable 3 soo if ya simp for anyone in that game lmk send a request in cause I simp for like all of them.

Trigger Warnings: Degradation, praise, use of good girl, Reaver (he's a whole warning), choking, spit, bad writing, dom reaver, pet names (my dear, sweetheart, whore, slut, and pet.) and hair pulling.

Requests are open! Read rules and character list before requesting!

He was evil. He caused the suffering of so many. He has killed so many. He tried to kill you. So why did you find yourself so attracted to him. He offered to sleep with you in a way. Sure he offered to have a threescore with you and Page, but he probably wouldn't mind if it was just you. Hopefully. You took a deep breath waiting for his response after you proposed you offer.

“Hmm? You want to sleep with me?” He smirked. An eyebrow cocked. Your face was so flushed as you nodded. “Words sweetheart.” He said leaning forward on his desk.

“Yes. Please.” You asked your voice full of desperation. He smirked looking up at you through lidded eyes.

“Wow, such a noble hero wanting to sleep with me? I don't think that's very hero like sweetheart. I suppose I could consider your offer.” He smiled watching your frustration grow rubbing your thighs together. “Oh well I suppose I could indulge.” He said standing up one of his hands coming to your chin lifting it up. The other taking his hat off and setting it on his desk. He gave you a quick kiss. Taking your hand.

“Well my dear, let's head to my quarters.” He said leading you though his enormous Castel to his quarters. Letting you walk in. You looked down shyly. Why were you so shy? He did this every other day. You wouldn't be surprised if he has slept with every noble in the country.

“No need to be shy sweetheart.” He said locking his door and letting his hands rest on your waist. Pulling you towards him kissing you. One of his hands running through your hair. He kissed you again his hands traveling to undo your blouse. You arms wrapping around his neck. He broke the kiss taking your blouse and bra off. Your breath hitched as his eyes scanned over your body a sense of insecurity coming over you.

“Gorgeous.” He said his hands coming to cup your breasts squeezing at them. Playing with your nipples making them turn hard. Uncupping one of bringing his mouth to it locking at your nipple. The hand holding your other breast fondling with your other nipplenas he suited on the other one. His free hand holding your waist. You whimpered as he sucked and licked at your nipple. After a while he switched to the other nipple giving it the same treatment. He pulled away after sucking your nipples almost raw. He was amazing. Your breath heavy. As he took his shirt off. Having some tattoos and some scars on his toned chest. He started to undo his trousers. He took his boxers and trousers off. His hands going to undo your trousers. He too, your underwear and trousers off leaving both of you bare. He kissed you again lowering you on the bed.

“So pretty. Such a pretty pet.” He said one of his fingers proving at your entrance, you were already so wet. “So wet, such a whore.” He said rubbing your clit pushing one finger into your entrance. Moving it in and out as he kissed you again pushing his tounge into your mouth. Adding a second finger into your hole. Kissing you again as he fingered you and prepared you for his cock. After a while he pulled his fingers out making you whine at the loss of contract. Kissing you as he pushed his cock into you making you moan out. The stretch deliciously painful. He waited a few moments before starting to move. His thrusts harsh and fast. The bed creaking as you moaned into his mouth. As he bit and sucked at your neck.

“Such a slut sucking me in. Fucking the main one of your allies hates.” He says thrusting hard. Kissing you again biting at your lip. “open sweetheart.” He says, you oblige open your mouth. He takes a second before spitting into your mouth. “Swallow” He says. You oblige swallowing as his thrusts wavered from his normal pace.

“Gonna cum sweetheart. Wanna be a good girl and cum with me? Yeah, gonna let me fill ya up?” He asks smiling down at you kissing you again before thrusting into you one more time making you cum around his cock as his cock squirted cum into you pussy. He took a second before pulling out laying next to you pulling you to his chest.

“Such a good girl. Yeah, let's lay here for a while.” He says kissing your forehead.

English is not my first language grammar and spelling mistakes might occur. I apologize for the inconvenience.

A/N: I'm so mad we can't sleep with this man in game even though he offers. It's so rude and so mean of the game developers. Ya can't let the dude offer then not let us.

Masterlist ♡♡♡