#that's how you get feathers embedded in your finger

[sorrygotthesesacks]

*deep sigh*

I am girding my loins to deal with what must be dealt with. I have procrastinated too long already.

("Girding one's loins" is an interesting expression and I sincerely hope I didn't get it wrong because I do sometimes muck up idioms.)

[starrierknight]

𝟎𝟑𝟎. 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲

You did his eyeliner and one thing led to another. Who can blame you, though? He had it coming (pun intended).

MASTERLIST | KINKTOBER 23' | AO3

wc— 3.5k

pairing— soft dom!gn!reader x sub!getou

cw/tags— mirror sex, mommy kink (only by name, reader is otherwise gn), S&M, ruined makeup, dacryphilia, handjob, edging, orgasm delay/control, praise, humiliation, restraints (belt), dry humping/frottage, porn with feelings, plot what plot, petnames (pretty/sweet boy/thing), aftercare

The world was dark; the lights were low, and Suguru was where he should be—at your mercy. 

You were straddling his lap, your fingers gently cradling his face while your other hand intricately applied dark eyeliner to his eyes. He reclined against the headboard of the bed that the two of you shared. 

“All done,” you smiled, tossing the eyeliner pen elsewhere. You brushed a thumb over his cheekbone, admiring your work, as his inky black eyes fluttered open. 

His eyes were framed with luscious, dark eyelashes. They're like midnight and seemed to swirl like pools of ink; The subtle swirls within them add an element of dynamism, as if they hold secrets waiting to be discovered. They have a hypnotic quality to them, as if luring you to come closer and drown, tempting you to see just how deeply you'll sink, how far you'll fall into their depths.

“How do I look?” he asked lightly, enjoying the way you drank in his appearance like this.

“Gorgeous.”

His silky hair was undone, cascading down his shoulders and a tad messy where you’d held it previously to keep his head still. Suguru (to most people) was all severe edges, all strength and hard stares; But for you, he was weak. 

“Yeah?”

Responding with a soft and affirmative hum, your unoccupied hand glided along the surface of his T-shirt's lightweight cotton sleeve. A knowing smile played on your lips as you noticed the subtle tensing of his muscles beneath your touch. Suguru raised an eyebrow in response, intentionally tracing his lower lip with the tip of his tongue. Oh, he knew what he was doing—it was safe to say that you both had each other figured out.

His hand, which had initially been placed on your lower back, sinuously moved to grasp your thigh. In the subdued light, he gazed at you, the shadows lending a glint to his eyelashes. Inclining his head slightly, he swept the tip of his index finger along the edge of your mouth.

He gracefully shifted away, putting on an act of feigning unawareness to the searing intensity of your stare fixed upon him. He flashed you a lopsided smile, bringing his forefinger and thumb together.

“Glitter.”

Despite Suguru's move away from you, the proximity was still compromising. He returned his attention to your face, noticing your eyes had darkened from your interaction, your jaw clenched. Blowing the speck of iridescence from his thumb, he shut his eyes, making a wish. He raised his gaze leisurely to meet yours, yet your focus remained captivated by his lips. Those gentle, rosy lips of his held an irresistible allure—he couldn’t suppress the smile that curved them. Testing the limits, he snaked a hand around the back of your neck and, just under your jaw, dragged his thumb along the line of your jugular vein.

“Suguru,” you rasped, tone of voice laced with warning.

He traced circles into your skin, touch so light it was barely there. But you were aware—so painfully aware—that it was, and that he was taunting you. His hot breath feathered the base of your throat, and you swallowed harshly at the thoughts racing through your mind.

“Something wrong?”

Fuck.

Snatching his hand away, you gripped the flesh of his arm so tightly crescent indents from your nails embedded themselves into his skin. You didn’t like being teased.

“Suguru,” you said again, voice low and dangerous, ”You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

“I don’t.” He toyed with the hem of your top, daring you to inch closer. “So, why don’t you show me?”

Swearing under your breath, your hand that originally rested on his cheek laced into his hair. You allowed him the liberty of a free hand, and his immediately smoothed down your back to the curve of your ass. He leaned forward, eyes closed, ready to feel your lips on his, only to meet the palm of your hand instead. He gave you a betrayed look. You smiled, eyes flashing appreciatively at the twinge of frustration that crossed his face.

As you twirled a lock of hair that framed his face around your forefinger, your attention was drawn to the shallow huffs of his breath escaping him. You trailed your fingers down the length of hair, kissing the tip before letting it go. The edges of your knuckles skimmed down his neck, past the crevice of his torso—satisfied with the wince he made as you adjusted your sitting position on his lap.

“Is that it?” He groaned, voice strangled with need. He wanted more—fuck—he needed more. Your lips on his, your hands on his skin—more. 

Your amused hum rang through his body, spreading heat to the core of his abdomen.

Tugging his hair, you forced Suguru to expose the vulnerable parts of his neck to you. You ground downwards onto him through the material of his pants, peppering his jawline with open-mouthed kisses as he let out a breathy groan; starting near his chin and making your way to the base where his ear met his neck. Biting down lightly, you ran your tongue over the sensitive skin, earning a gasp from Suguru. His fingers dug into your hips—painfully, almost—leaving his own bruises on you to match. 

So possessive.

Pulling away just a fraction, you caressed the bruised flourish with your lips, blowing a cool puff of air against the hot skin.

“Please,” he shivered; but God, revenge had never felt so sweet.

A feverish rush of heat surged through his veins, igniting a fiery lust. His stomach coiled and knotted with a mix of excitement and nerves, creating a swirling whirlpool of anticipation. At that very moment, there was nothing he wanted more than you.

With your lips still brushing the base of his ear, you murmured, “Please, what?”

“Please, mommy… just touch me, already.”

And you complied.

A tortured sound clawed its way out of his lips, a strangled moan that carried the weight of his desperation. He couldn’t take it anymore, your continuous teasing crumbling his old bravado. 

“Finally,” he mumbled against your mouth, causing you to laugh into the kiss.

His large hands pressed against your lower back, pushing your hips against him. For a second you broke the kiss, tugging the soft flesh of his bottom lip before soothing it with your tongue. Your chest was flattened against Suguru's defined muscles, and you were sure Suguru could feel the frantic beat of your heart through your ribcage. Eventually, the both of you had to pull away, taking in deep inhales of air. 

Grinding down lazily on his crotch, making a pitiable whine escape his lips, a sound born of both frustration and intense focus. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, his face contorting with longing. 

“Needy,” you teased, pulling yourself closer to him.

You nudged his legs open with your arms around his shoulders and neck, slipping your thigh between his. His breathing stuttered as your leg brushed against him, nudging his bulging cock constrained by the prison of his clothing. A tremor coursed through him, causing his body to shudder involuntarily. His nails scratched a path along your lower back, leaving behind a trail of sensation that mingled with a soft, needy whine escaping his lips.

You guided him steadily along your thigh, humping your leg, and he sighed, your hand reaching up to tangle in his hair as a shiver ran through his body. As you lazily ground your knee up against him, his hips rutted up, thrusting aimlessly, desperately searching for friction. His hand descended to the thigh suspended by his hip, fingers exerting a gentle yet possessive pressure as they made contact. Simultaneously, his other arm enveloped your waist, drawing you snugly against him, creating an intimate connection between your bodies.

He gasped and let out a hoarse groan as he used you to try and reach his high, burying his face in your neck and tightening his arm around you, keeping your upper body immobile. Your breathing was uneven, and your hips skittered along his thigh.

“Please, fuck—oh,” he groaned, and you felt his cock twitch in yearning through the material of his pants.

“Stop.”

“Wha–?”

You pushed him back by the shoulders to see his face clearly. “I have an idea.”

“Seriously? Now?”

You rolled your hips once, and whatever he might have said next got caught in his throat. “Maybe you can’t take it then.”

“I can take it,” he said through gritted teeth.

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The buckle clinked as you secured it around Suguru’s wrists, supple leather of his own belt binding them behind his back, and he’s left helpless. You smoothed your hands up to his shoulder blades, resting them there as you placed your chin on his shoulder, looking at him in the mirror opposite.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands tied behind him and stripped from head to toe in front of a full-length mirror, with you kneeling behind him, thighs pressed on either side of his waist. His eyes were set resolutely on the floor, pointedly looking anywhere but at his reflection, or you. 

“Is this okay?” you asked. He mumbled something so hushed that even from your seated position, the words remained unheard, carried away on the air before they could reach your ears. “Suguru?”

“It’s okay.”

You slowly kissed down one side of his neck, your hands running down his back and smoothing to wrap around his middle. You felt his muscles tense up under your touch, and goosebumps erupted on the surface of his skin as your breath fanned against it. You sensed his muscles coiling with tension beneath your fingertips, and a ripple of goosebumps surfaced on his skin, stirred by the caress of your breath. You held him steady in your arms, taking your time to worship him, and although he relaxed, he didn’t move.

“Then why won’t you look?”

His body seemed to sag slightly as he sighed. “It’s… embarrassing.”

“We go as far as you want, my love.”

It’s almost as if you could hear his thoughts slotting into place before he answered. “No. I want this.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Completely,” he answers, eyes lifting to meet you in the mirror.

The expression he’s wearing makes your heart jump—it’s earnest and nervous, and full of adoration for you. You tilted his head towards you, capturing his lips in a searing kiss; a reminder that the risk was worth the reward, and a reminder that he was trusting himself fully to you.

Simultaneously, one of your hands travelled down his body to his already hard cock, slowly stroking it to build up a comfortable, but intense, pleasure. Suguru moaned into your mouth, breaking free from the kiss, and pushing his hips into your hand just slightly, knowing you’d pull away if he was too insistent. His eyes had scrunched shut, and his body leaned into you, searching for the pressure of your chest against his back.

You slowed your hand a fraction, your lips attaching to his neck as you sucked another dark bruise onto his skin, and you licked the new blemish, making him exhale as you bit down on it with your teeth. You continued to leave a trail of lovebites and kisses along his neck, noticing his breathing getting increasingly laboured, and you loved the way his body began to twist and push into your touch. Slowly but surely, you had built him up so that satisfaction had morphed into desperation.

You slowed your hand until it was barely moving. “Remember what we agreed?” 

Your other hand raked its nails up the smooth expanse of his thigh, sinking into the plush flesh as the other suddenly quickened its pace. Suguru couldn’t help but sail into the stream of release, hips bucking upward, and so, so fucking close, your title on his lips. Right before the pleasure could roll over him, you pulled your hand away from his cock, and it was ruined. 

He choked out a whimper, chest heaving with exertion as his body shuddered involuntarily. 

“Keep your eyes on me, and no matter what, no cumming until I say your name. Got it?” He whined a weak ‘yes’. “Remember who you’re speaking to.”

“Yes, mommy,” he relented.

“Look up.”

“I can’t.”

Tender kisses dotted his shoulder, soft nips eliciting a gasp here and there. You knew exactly how to drive him mad with need, but he wouldn’t give in that easily. 

“Oh, but you will, sweet boy.”

The soft pad of your thumb teased his slit, swiping across the aching head of his dick. It was just the smallest taste of what you could do—of how easily you could bring him to bliss. More kisses and bites marked his now burning neck and shoulders, the tiniest pressure of your fingers torturing his sensitive length. 

Finally, instinct took over, and his eyes shot open the moment you stroked his dripping dick again.

“Follow my hand, baby,” you whispered.

He dragged his focus to your other hand, which was lifted just above him in the mirror.

With a deliberate slowness, your touch maintaining its gentle rhythm, you eased your hand downward to cradle Suguru's jaw. His resistance melted as he was compelled to confront his own reflection, captivated by the connection between your touch and his gaze—all desperate and needy for you.

The eyeliner you’d previously done for him was smudged, and the mascara on his eyelashes had dampened and clumped together with tears. He whined, eyes glistening, and the raw emotion on his almost painfully grimacing face had you enchanted for a second. His body had a thin sheen of sweat that gleamed in the low-light. His chest heaved, and he was arched into your hand as he searched for friction. He truly looked so beautiful like this, and you’d do whatever it would take for him to see that.

“Keep your eyes open, pretty boy. Don’t let them leave your reflection even for a second.”

You gave him a wicked grin before your hand pumped the fastest it had done yet, grip on his jaw tightening when he closed his eyes for just a fraction of a second. You stopped your movements, and he hurriedly opened his eyes for you again.

The cycle would continue, and each time he closed his eyes, you’d stop. Every time he corrected himself, you’d slow your pace as punishment, and every time he kept them open for a long while you’d speed up as a reward. 

It was maddening, and nowhere near over.

“Where’d that attitude go?” you asked faux-sincerely. “You can take it all, can’t you, pretty thing?”

“Please, mommy,” he whimpered.

Thick, pearly tears gathered on his lashes, welling up in his pretty eyes as they smudged the black makeup, and rolling down his flushed cheeks. They shimmered and streaked his face, baby hairs stuck to his sweaty forehead, brows knitted together and the frustration just kept building. 

“Look at yourself, baby. Look at how starved you are for me. Look at my hand between your thighs—your cock’s weeping—it’s aching for my touch. Look at your face, c’mon now. See it? You’re crying for me—such a pretty mess—you’re so gorgeous when you feel good. So perfect like this.”

“Please!” he cried out, “J-Just say it!”

You reached down, cupping his heavy balls, giving them a gentle squeeze and his mind goes blank. His mouth fell open with a silent moan, spit dripping from his lips down his chin.

“Won’t you put on a show for me, sweet thing?”

“I can’t—fuck—please. Please, mommy, I can’t t-take it,” he manages to moan out.

Your hand returned to his length, and your grip is feather-light. It’s moving at a torturous pace, barely even moving and yet he feels everything, though it’s not enough. Another cascade of tears spilt from his eyes, tracing damp trails down his cheeks, and a bittersweet ache coursed through him as the overwhelming intensity of pleasure bordered on aching bliss.

“Please, cum for me,” you moan sweetly, lips brushing against the shell of his ear and contrasting so greatly with the cruel smile you’re wearing.

“No, I c-can’t. Not until you–”

“Please, sweet boy, won’t you be good for me?” your deceptively saccharine words cut him off.

It provoked a near visceral reaction from him—shoulders drawn up as a chill ran down his spine. It’s like every one of his nerves was on edge, burning up from the release you kept denying him. Another broken sob escaped him.

“Just say it—please, mommy.”

“Doesn’t the suspense make it worth it, though? Isn’t it more fun to wait?” mockery dripped from your honey-like tone, the sadistic spark in your eyes glinting as he bucked into your hand.

The room seemed to pulsate with a heightened temperature, the atmosphere electrified. He felt like he was white-hot, a sensation akin to being searingly alive, as though your influence possessed an unnatural hold. He found himself incapable of resistance, unable to deny the power you exerted over him.

And yet, what if the punishment was worth it?

“I’ll leave you like this,” you chuckled, reading his thoughts. “Would you like that?”

“No! Please, I… I–”

“Beg for me one last time.”

The pressure had built so incredibly sweetly, and finally, you weren’t letting go. 

“Please, s-say my name, mommy. I can’t… fuck, I can’t take it,” he sobbed for you, the words broken with gasps and moans.

“Cum for me, Suguru.”

You saying his name tipped him over the edge, squirming as he rutted shamelessly into your hand. Unintelligible thanks spilt from Suguru’s bitten lips, face contorting in ecstasy as he let out a guttural moan. His body seized up, legs trembling, and tears streaming down his face when he finally let go, and you held his chin to make him watch his reflection. 

Thick spurts of cum coated your hand, and he’s moaning your title over and over like it’s all he can think of, watching himself come apart so easily for you and it just feels too good to be true. 

“Fuck,” he panted, aftershocks washing through his body slumped into yours, too exhausted to continue.

“You did such a good job for me,” you murmured, brushing the hair away from his face. “Now just let me look after you, okay?”

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The water sloshed around you both as you reached for a washcloth. Suguru was sat between your legs, full weight pressed against you as he leaned into the warmth of your body.

You cupped his face with one hand as the other gently wiped away the ruined makeup that stained his cheeks. His eyes were closed, and he rested the weight of his hand in your palm, enjoying the closeness.

“Suguru?” He hummed but made no move to speak. “I just wanted to say that I’m really proud of you, you know.”

He slowly opened his eyes, face softening at your genuine expression. You looked at him as if he were some precious gem, holding him so carefully as if he might shatter, like glasswork.

“Thank you for everything,” he said quietly.

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before reaching over for the bottle of shampoo. You rubbed the liquid between your hands until it frothed, then weaved your fingers into the locks of Suguru’s hair, scratching his scalp lightly as you cleansed it.

“You’ve got Satoru’s birthday party coming this Tuesday, right?”

“I’ll be home late, then,” he sighed.

“Don’t worry about that,” you said, ”I was just thinking… you might have some issues covering up the marks.”

“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned, remembering that you had indeed barely left a square inch untouched from his neck down.

“Again?” you snorted, and he felt you shudder with laughter at your own joke.

“You’re gonna have to hide them for me.”

“Oh? And what if I don’t want to?”

“I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Could be worse,” you muttered, before tilting your head to brush your lips against his in a soft kiss.

He caught your chin in his hand, cradling it with his index finger and thumb. The feather-light touch tickled ever so slightly, and you could feel him smile briefly as you ran a hand through his hair. His fingers slid along the curve of your neck and threaded into your hair as his thumb caressed your cheek. You shivered, goosebumps rising on your arms, and he only took it as an invitation to lean in more. His hand stayed on your chin, tilting it towards him for easier access. A minute, an hour. All he knew was how soft your lips were against his own.

Eventually, his lungs burned for air and you broke the kiss, still so close that you murmured sweet nothings against his lips as you pressed your foreheads together.

Then finally, you barely catch it but it’s there, you hear in the barest of whispers—

“The water’s going cold.”

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[gojoidyll]

Showers Aren't Helping (or maybe they are?)

Sunday x Fem!Reader

Warnings | mdni, shower sex, p in v, afab reader, grammatical errors, reader referred to as "y/n", you both call each other "sweet angel", etc.

For @yaexcz <3 sorry, you requested this quite awhile ago, but I'm just now getting to it heh.

"Feels good?"

Sunday was always a man (halovian) who was always well presented. His clothes never wrinkled. His easy smile and mask never wavered. He always had the upper hand.

"Mmm, yes."

But in the secluded moments he shared with you, he always let his guard down, and showering together was one of those times.

Your naked body was gently pressed up against his chest. Your breasts, pushed up against him as your fingers, lathered in soap, smoothed over his wings.

(I imagine that the piercings in his wings work like ear piercings, so I think he would take them off when he showers, right? Anyway-)

Your fingers worked delicately into his feathers, smoothing them over and making sure that they were clean while also not tugging on them or accidentally ripping any feathers out. You were always the caring type. You would never forgive yourself if you hurt Sunday, even if it was on accident.

"I'm not pulling on them too rough, am i?"

Your voice was soft as you leant into him more, the water soaking your back as he held you close to him.

"Y- you're doing so well."

Sunday doesn't stutter, but work him just right and then you could get him to sing any tune you want.

"Am I?"

You stopped your ministrations on his wings as you let your hands tangle into his disheveled, soaked hair. Your body leaning up on your tippy toes as your wet sex sliding against his hardening shaft.

"Y- you," his lips trembled as you pulled him closer, your lips chasing for his own as you captured him into a kiss. The shower steam covered you both as the water hugged you tightly making it easier for you both to slowly grind against each other.

A fiery heat erupted below you, you could feel it course through you as Sunday's bulbous tip would catch against your aching folds.

"S- Sunday," your moan was breathy, wanton, and full of yearning as you held him impossibly closer.

Outside of your privacy and secluded moments, Sunday always seemed so far away. So distance and calculating. You always felt like you couldn't touch him or reach him when everyone's prying eyes were trying to pick Sunday and you apart.

But here and now? You didn't have to worry. You could hold him, caress him, and love him without a care in the world. No prying eyes were here of all places. No cameras. No Family. No IPC trying to wring Sunday for an unfair deal.

It was just you. And just him.

"More- more please ah, y/n."

You obliged as you lofted one of your legs, your hands leaving his hair a mess as you instead grabbed onto his shoulders, "hold me close."

He held you, his arms coming to wrap around your waist as he helped you hook your lifted leg around his hip. The action made you both moan as his slicked up cock embedded itself into your tight hole. Your walls clenched around him at the sudden intrusion, but there wasn't an discomfort as you felt yourself mold to his throbbing, hot length.

"You, hah, are too good for me, sweet angel."

You moved one of your hands from his shoulders, your fingers lightly caressing his cheek as the water pelted you both.

"If anyone is a sweet angel, it's you, Sunday."

At your words, you could feel how he gripped your waist. His hips picking a slow and steady pace as he rutted into you, "throwing my words back at me?"

"Never, just telling the truth."

You tried to steady your words, but it was hard with hie Sunday was reaching so deep within you. Your focus was slipping.

You could feel his grin when he captured your lips. Hot, wet, dominating. Even if you were in control before, that wasn't the case now even as he picked up the pace and moved to hold you up against the tile wall. The cool tile being a stark contrast to the hot water and Sunday's scorching touch.

"Mmm, Ah! There, Sunday!"

You felt him hit a certain spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Your walls clamped around him instantly when he hit again. He grunted the moment he felt you tighten up. His breath coming out jagged as his wings fluttered and strained.

"Sun- Sun, Sunday, I'm- I'm-"

"I know, sweet angel, hah, me too. Come with me."

It was more of a command then a request. And when you felt his movements get sloppier and how his hands came to grip your upper back as he seemed to hold onto you for dear life, you finally let yourself go. Your walls seizing against him as you wouldn't let him pull out, and feeling him gush and spurt inside you made you see a starburst of stars dancing across your vision.

You whined loudly as you chased that high, your hips pressing harshly into his as you wanted him deeper and deeper.

"You- you're too good to me," Sunday all bit whispered as he stayed within you, even as you started to relax and go limo against him.

You hummed lightly at that, your hands coming up to softly run your fingers through his hair as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck.

"I'll only ever be good to you, my sweet angel."

[averagewriter-inthedark]

SFW Alphabet—Donny Donowitz | IB headcanon

Link to my IB masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Affection is Donny’s weakness. Whether it be giving or receiving he is always wanting to touch you in some way. This could be his arm around your shoulders while Aldo is debriefing the squad, your head on his shoulder by the campfire, or light kisses to the forehead before a stressful situation.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Being friends with Donny is basically signing up for chaos. He’s the type who would suggest doing stupid shit and you have to follow in order to ensure he doesn’t kill himself doing it. Laughing to the point of ab cramps is the best way to describe moments with Donny as your bestie.

The friendship started before you two shipped off to France. You were probably the squad’s nurse or high ranking next to him and Aldo that you guys interacted more than with the Basterds. The friendship sorta naturally happened to the point it’s hard to even put a date on when it started.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Physical touch is the mans love language so of course he likes to cuddle. Holding you in his arms with the radio playing while you two doze in and out of sleep is the best feeling in the world. “Doll,” he’ll make grabby hands at you, “c’mere let me hold ya.” He’s the big spoon obviously, but also he likes when he’s laying on his back and you’re curled into his side.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Hell yeah Donny wants to settle down—the literal dream for him is to own a home with you in a nice area where you two get to grow old together. You two would likely run the barber shop or another business and be the couple who give back to the community.

Donny, surprisingly, is a descent cook. Really he specializes in certain dishes that are family recipes. And best believe he can stir up some smacking pasta. You never have to worry about a messy home or kitchen because the Army embedded it into his brain that orderliness and cleanliness is essential…..except on Sundays. That’s y’all’s break day.

E = Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d rather scalp himself than end things with you. If anyone is gonna break hearts, Donny will sacrifice his own to prevent you from experiencing it.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Being a bachelor was honestly what Donny expected he’d be all his life. Yeah he dated and had flings but never did it occur to him he’d want to settle down and build a future with someone. When you came along it was like he had an awakening. Immediately he saw the house with a yard full of animals, kids running around the premises and a ring on his finger. After you two got engaged Donny wasn’t quick to rush a wedding especially since you two had just returned to the states. He wanted to work as much as he could to give you the wedding of your dreams.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite being a giant beefy man that he is, Donny is very gentle. His touch is like feathers and always carefully handled as to not hurt you. Anytime you’re sad or distress his approach with you is cautious. Asking questions like, “Do you need to talk or want to be alone?” Whatever you decide he’ll respect even if it means walking away to give you space.

H = Hugs (do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Are you kidding this man lives and breathes for hugs. He gives the best hugs of the Basterd (Wicki coming a close second) so you take any chance you can to hug him. Donny won’t even hesitate when you ask for one or he’ll simply bring you into an embrace he notices you’re under distress.

I = I love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

Considering he realized he loved you in the middle of a legit war, Donny probably said it quick. And by quick I mean right when it hit him like a truck. You two had been best friends by that point to he was worried to an extent it would crumble before his eyes. But to his utter surprise you said, “Oh, Donny, are you blind? I’ve been waiting for you to say something forever! I love you too, you rascal.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Okay so while he hardly gets jealous when the Basterds or his friends playfully flirt with you, he WILL become a different person when someone he hates tries to swoon you. Of course he’s confident in y’all’s relationship and knows you’d never betray him, he just fucking hates when an asshole attempts to get your attention. “Jealous again, baby?” “NO……maybe.”

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses with Donny are best described as ‘cheeky’. He’ll send you a smirk with eyes reading, ‘Imma kiss you right now,’ before smacking his lips against yours or your cheek before running away. You can’t help but giggle when he does because it’s so adorable and always puts a smile on your face. Your lips and jaw are his favorite places to kiss, however, when he’s feeling frisky Donny will trail his mouth down your neck and collarbones. For him, the Sargent loves to be kissed on the lips as well. He’ll never admit it but Donny is a sucker for when you kiss his chest.

L = Little ones (how are they around children?)

Donny is amazing with children. It’s one of the things you love about him. Even if you two do not plan to have children he loves to spend time with nieces/nephews and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the type to teach the kids in your neighborhood how to play baseball. He’d also offer discount and free haircuts to the children and teens who cannot afford one. If you do have/adopt kids, then expect Donny to be the best father ever. Always attending their school functions and sport games (most likely baseball) and taking your kids to the zoo, museum, Red Sox games, etc. He is their #1 supporter and will do whatever possible to make them happy.

M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

During the war y’all’s mornings started bright and early at the ass crack of dawn. Donny would be the first one up considering he was in charge of getting the Basterds into formation, but he’d make sure to give you a kiss on the head as a good morning before leaving. When there is the rare chance of staying in an inn or motel then he’s all over you with cuddles and waking you up with kisses.

Back home in the states Donny is the type who will put the coffee on the pot as soon as he wakes up to get you a coffee before your eyes open. Then if he has time he’ll run to the cafe by the corner of your street to get your favorite breakfast. “Is that what I think it is?” “Only the best for my baby this fine Sunday morning.”

N = Night (how are nights spent with them?)

I can see Donny as a night owl. Really it was a result of the late nights overseas where he had to keep watch of the camp. The habit carried over when he returned home in which he would stay up listening to the radio or reading a book. You’d have to force him to come to bed—-often making him a warm cup of milk or run a bath. But once his head hit the pillow mans is out like a light and holding you to his chest.

[writing-fanics]

[ Chapter One: Nevermore Academy ]

xavier thorpe x f!reader

table of contents < next chapter

word count: 1.9k 

By her father's request, [Y/n] wore a customized blazer made to fit her perfectly. Purple and black were the signature colors of Nevermore, along with the crest on her blazer. She embedded traces of sand into her clothing as well, adding a personal touch. A single black feather caught her eye in the mirror. By the outside window, peeking from behind the corner. Before completely disappearing from view. 

Thinking nothing of it, she continued to prepare for the day, at Nevermore Academy. Just as she was about to leave her room, the door burst open. Ivy her roommate entered the shared dorm room.

Her hands clenched and balled into fists; her cheeks bright red. "He's so fucking stupid!" Ivy shouted, angrily stomping her feet on the wood flooring. Groaning in frustration as she threw herself onto her bed. [Y/n] turned toward Ivy's side of her room, "I'm assuming, Eddie-"

"Ugh, he's so fucking clueless!" She groaned in frustration, grabbing her pillow and screaming into it. "Maybe, you should just tell him?" [Y/n] says looking at her. Ivy pulled her face away from the pillow and looked at her roommate, "Ah, yes maybe I should and be completely embarrassed afterward." Ivy says, sarcastically. 

[Y/n] sighed shaking her head, "I will once you confess your feelings too, Xavier." Ivy says, jokingly. [Y/n]'s face heated up as she looked at her roomate, "I have no idea what you're talking about." [Y/n] says, turning away from her and Ivy shook her head and chuckled.

"Oh, you know what I'm talking about." Ivy says, teasing. [Y/n] turned away hiding her face from her roomate. "It's so obvious you like him." She says, continuing to tease [Y/n]. "N-No I don't!" [Y/n] shouts, and Ivy laughse shaking her head knowing that it isn't true.

"Y/n, listen to me you are a terrible liar." She says, as she sits up from her bed and walks over towards [Y/n]. A sigh escapes her as she places a hand on her shoulder, "I understand, you want to deny your feelings for him. But he's going to find out cause you're really bad at hiding it." Ivy says and [Y/n] looks at her, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "It's that obvious?" [Y/n] asks, looking at Ivy and she just nods in response. 

[Y/n] sighs, walking towards her bed and grabbing her backpack. "I'm just going to forget the entire conversation ever happened, and go to first period." She says, walking towards the door and leaving her dorm.

She'd only been in school for a month almost two, and has already developed feelings for Xavier. Honestly, she was really nervous and didn't know what to do. She never felt these's feelings before theses emotions were all too new. 

She'd occasionally tense up in his presence, stammer and falter on her words unable to even get them out. She liked being around him when she could he'd bring a smile to her face. As she walked down the hallway, she'd catch the occasioanl glimpse of a black feathered bird flying swiftly past the window. Rolling her eyes she quickly made her way towards her first class.

During that time, a new student arrived at Nevermore Academy. Who was previously expelled from her latest school for killing two boys by dropping pirahnnas into the pool. Her name, Wednesday Addams. 

[Y/n] only saw her for a moment before needing to go to her first period class. Of course, everyone was gossiping about Wednesday and how her parents possibly pulled strings to get her off the hook. For killing the two boys as well injuring others.

"Honestly, I'm not suprises they let her into Nevermore." Ivy says walking up behind [Y/n] who turns around, and looks at her. "Why?" [Y/n] asks looking at her, "Um, knock knock Y/n. Her parents are alumni of the school." Ivy says and [Y/n] looks at her.

"Um, knock knock, Ivy this is my first time at Nevermore." [Y/n] says looking at her, "No you've just been living under a rock your entire life." Ivy says, getting a finger in response from [Y/n]. After she continued walking to her first period, fencing.

[Y/n] and Ivy were fencing against eachother, as the conversation went on in the room. "Maybe if you whined less and practiced more, you wouldn't suck." The two heard Bianca say to Rowan, "Seriously, Coach, when am I gonna get real competition?" She asks turning to look at the couch. Her eyes scanning the room for a another opponet.

 "Anyone else want to challenge me?" She sasks, and Wednesay wearing a black lamé , rather than the white one everyone else was wearing. "I do." Wednesday says, emotionless.

Looking at Bianca, " Oh, you must be the psychopath they let in." Bianca says, looking at Wednesday. Oh, how [Y/n] wished she had popcorn watching as Wednesday challenges Bianca.

[Y/n] honestly, never really had a problem with Bianca but seeing the self appointed Queen Bee, be challenged was so entertaining. And getting front row seats it was excellent.

After her classes were finished she made her way to her room, and just as she opened the door she saw it. A raven at the windowsill. "Ugh, I knew it!" She said, angrily. Storming towards the widowsill and opening it, "I've told may father that I'm in no need of a raven," She says and the raven looked down knowing she'd say that.

 "He said you'd say that," The Raven responded, looking at the girl. Who was glaring at her eye's filled with anger anger and annoyance, "He wants to know that you'll be alright," She says and [Y/n] scoffed rolling her eyes, and folding her arms across her chest.

"I'm doing just fine that you very much, now go back to the Dreaming." [Y/n] says, looking at the raven, "And, tell my father once again I'm in no need of a raven!" She shouts, and the raven caws in response, "No canndo m'lady, but um-" She froze the raven didn't say anything. [Y/n] turned to look at her, "What? What is it?" [Y/n] asks, looking at the bird. 

"Nevermind." The raven says and [Y/n] rolls her eyes looking away, and walking towards her bed and sitting down. She rolls her eyes and falls back her head hitting her pillow.  In the distance she could hear someone playing, Paint it, Black on the cello in the distance.

"So~ wanna talk boy?" Faye asked causing [Y/n] to grab her pillow, and toss it at the bird. Faye cawed in response, "Hey, watch it!" She shouted, and [Y/n] glared at her. "You watch it," [Y/n] spat looking at the raven. "Go back to the dreaming now and tell my father, that I'm in no need of a rave-"

"Y/n," A voice said and she turned around and saw her father, standing behind her but made of sand. "I see Faye failed to stay hidden," Morpheus says, his eyes glaring at the raven who shuffled out of sight. 

"Yeah, about I thought that I specifally told you that I don't need a raven." She says looking at her father, and he looks at her. "I'm very quite aware of your request, but as your father I have the right to know that you're well and safe." He says and she sighs folding her arms across her chest.

"Yes, but not by sending one of your ravens to spy on me." She says, pointing towards Faye. "I'm fine, I'm safe, and well." She says looking at him and he wasn't budging, "Perhaps," He says and she groans in annoyance.

 "Seriously, dad I'm fine I don't need a raven. Hell you said the samething to Lucienne." She said, and he looked at her, "Yes, I did end up needing him." He says, looking down at his daughter and she groaned in annoyance, pacing back and forth across her side of the room.

"What is it about this, Xavier I'm hearing about." He asks, and [Y/n] froze in her spot and her head craned towards Faye who was hiding, and she cawed seeing the princess' glare and flew out the window. "Y/n..." He says and she shook her head and pretended to yawn, "I'm really tired dad and have a busy day tomorrw," She says looking at him, "But you didn't."

"I'm fine okay, everything is fine but I need to get ready for bed okay." She says and Morpheus loosk at his daughter raising his eyebrow, "Hmm, goodnight my little dove." He says and she smiles looking at him as, he disappaers into a puff of sand. She groans in frusration and Faye flies back, and lands on the windowsill. 

"If you want to keep thoses feathers of yours, you mention anything about my feelings towards Xavier to anyone even my father. I'll pluck every feather off your body, and make a hate out of them." She says, and Faye nods.

[ Time Skip to the Harvest Festival ]

[Y/n] frowned as her dart misses the ballon over and over, "Ugh, I know theses are rigged." She groans in annoyance, and the standee looks at her knowingly, "Wanna try again?" He asks looking at [Y/n].

"Yes." She groans in response, continuing to miss the ballons over and over again. "You are really bad at this." The standee says and she looks at him and flips him off. Groaning in frustration she inevitably gives up, "You really, suck at this." She turned around, and saw Xavier walking towards her his hands in his jackets pocket.

She smiled at him sarcastically while her back leaned against the stand, "Wow, thanks for reminding me." She says to him sarcastically, looking at him. Turning around and looking back at the stand, "I'm planning on swiping one while his back is turned," She joked, as Xavier walked up beside her.

Before she could even react, he picked up a couple of darts missing a few ballons. But popping enough where he won a medium sized stuffed. She furrows her eyes as the standee handed Xavier the stuffed animal. "Show off," She joked looking at him and he chuckled softly, before handing the plush to her.

She smiles contently as she looks at the stuffed animals in her arms, her face heating up as she held it in her arms. Her heart pounding against her chest. She hugged it close to her chest and held onto the stuffed panda bear as if for dear life. 

Faye cawed, and landed on her shoulders looking at the stuffed animal in the princess' arms. "You're staring," Faye says, and [Y/n] looks away swiftly. "He's a friend." [Y/n] says, sitting on a nearby bench still holding onto the stuffed animal.

"You are in love." Faye says and [Y/n] scoffs rolling her eyes, placing the stuffed animal on the table and started looking at it. "If you don't mind me saying, I've seen it you are in love the way you look at him, your mannerism while around him-"

"I do mind, I'm not in love." [Y/n] says as she stares at the stuffed animal, "Ivy's right you're shit at hiding your feelings." Faye says to [Y/n] who immediately snaps her attention at her and glares, "Say that again, and you won't be flying home tonight." She says, and Faye cawed and flew away. Letting out a sigh, [Y/n]. Sirens blared in the distnace, and [Y/n] looked around seeing people scrambling

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[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

“I love you, my dark angel…”

I’ve got a short lineup with various other characters coming soon. I’m going to be pretty busy this upcoming week (transferring hospitals) but I’ll try my best to get them to you! Enjoy! ~SuntoryAngel

The silence that filled the air after your confession threatened to make your nerves waver but you held fast. He blinked, as if your words had confused or caught him off guard, neither seemed likely since they would be unbecoming of him. Setting your spine straight, you took a deep inhale to continue.

The raise of his hand stopped your prepared speech. “We’ve known each other for a while now and I can’t tell you how much I have grown to appreciate your company. You’re unlike anyone else I’ve encountered with nonjudgmental tendencies accompanied with honesty and integrity.” If it were possible you thought he was blushing as he turned slightly away from you, his gaze briefly falling to the floor before returning to yours. “I must admit that I am unversed within matters such as these but I appreciate your words of emotion nonetheless.” Dark Shadow appeared, carrying a small little grey satin bowed package complete with a black tipped red rose, his cheeks showcasing twin pink ovals. “Please accept this gift as our answer.”

Now it was your turn to shift slightly while accepting the gift which made you second guess the one you’d handed to him; a first edition leather bound tome of Edgar Allen Poe works complete with his unpublished works and a new cloak that you handmade so that he could move easier with Dark Shadow at the ready in case they were on a mission. Inside the bag was a small collection of crystals ranging from amethyst to moonstone to tiger eye all in the polished shapes that were meant to ward off ill luck and such. Amongst them you could see a tightly braided cord with similar beads that looked to be a necklace, which you held out to him while standing then turning your back to face him.

His fingers were quick in fastening the clasp around your neck once he too rose from his seat. The first of the many layers was lace which complimented well against your skin tone, a secondary layer subtly throwing rainbows across the surrounding area from the stones embedded within the chain, the third consisted of the beads resembling the crystals, and the final layer ended with a large impressive blood ruby which dangled within the valley of your cleavage. It was so beautiful that you for a moment wanted to question him how much it had cost but that wasn’t important. “It looks lovely upon your being.”

A smile raised your lips while turning back to face him, your arms loosely wrapping around his neck. “As the sun admires the moon’s beauty, I too bask within the devotion you shower upon my desert.”

“Speaking of,” he lowly chuckled while brushing the curve of his beak along your nose’s ridge, “I have prepared one last gift for you back at my residence, if you so choose to be my valentine.”

Your brow rose. “Is that so?” A put made to pull your lower lip. “It would be a shame to end our culinary espionage this early. Especially when you put so much thought into this picnic overlooking the black swans swimming in the pond.”

“Then here we shall remain until you are ready.” One of his arms carefully tucked you against his side, Dark Shadow playfully nuzzling your hair before regarding the approaching aviary with interest.

“Should I present that swan’s carcass as my way of saying ‘I love you’ too?”

“If you do, then I may commission it to be transformed into an accessory of your choice.” Fumikage’s gaze shifted, a shadow appearing within their carmine depths. “I do believe you would look ravishing wearing a black feathered mask at the next masquerade we attend.”

A smirk lifted your lips as they brushed against his beak. “And here I thought you’d rather use it for a corset.”

From his chest rose a rumbling growl which was mirrored by Dark Shadow, both regarding the now weary swan who looked ready to run.

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You're writing is amazing! Would you be willing to write a third part to Idolize me? <3 <3 <3

//Its been awhile...but I did it//

//Triggers: gore mention, blood mention, dub con, violence, cursing...it's dead by daylight. Most of this needs a warning//

xx IDIOLIZE ME pt 3 xx

You couldn’t recall how long you’ve been in this world of terror. However you could vaguely recall when you first met him. He stood there with a gore covered bat that had collided with your friends head, raised high in the air and ready to swing back down to silence their gurgling. His yellow eyes blazed with a reflective glow similar to that of the cats. Though if you’re honest, you could barely see them from how blown out his pupils were.

It was unadulterated bliss on his face. Bliss from the murder of your friend. Or… Whatever this was. You never got used to how many of your friends died, how many times you died. You all came back. Fit as a fiddle for the next round, but just a little bit more tired and a little more desperate. How many times has your skull been crushed in? How many times has your body been torn apart? How many times has your fingers been bitten off? How many days since this began?

When did he decide that you were his?

He was such an odd character. A bright spectacle with human normalcy that stood out amongst the murk and darkness. But it was nothing but a colorful façade, that of a peacock showing its feathers. He was just as ugly as the rest of them. His mind just as fucked.

“Sing for me.” He’d purr, face so close to yours you could feel the wind of his breath. It was neither hot nor cold. Didn’t even have a smell. He wasn’t human was he? Not any more.

How long has it been since you were stuck in this realm? His realm? You never woke up by the campsite anymore. Only here in this tiny back room of the Crotus Prenn Asylum. You figure out this was the only place that would allow him. You weren’t aware that these monsters would be able to harm each other until he came hobbling back, covered in blood with the rabbit woman’s axe deeply embedded into his shoulder. He coexisted with the clown and the floating woman dressed in old time nursing clothes. You wondered if she pitied you by the way she lingered for a moment or two. She never stayed long, especially not when he was around. You supposed even killers had their limits. Or maybe she just didn’t want to see him knuckles deep inside you, forcing you to scream for all that you were worth. You supposed that was more of a mercy on her part.

You knew for a fact he was getting more pleasure out of this than you ever could. By the way his mouth hung open, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth and eyes heavy lidded mumbling something in Korean far to fast for you to understand. His finger nails digging into all the fresh cuts he made on your skin, forcing more blood to rivet down your arms and legs. You never screamed anymore, just let small grunts and gasps escape you as he sunk deeper into your warmth over and over again. You were hesitant to make anymore noises than that, lest he get the newfound inspiration to produce more of his "music" with you being his muse and starlet.

You missed your compatriots at the campfire. You wondered briefly if they missed you, but your curiosity began to fade as Ji-woon (as you come to find out when he screamed at you to moan his name, his real name, during one of your earlier rendezvous) lifted your hips to slam them back against his. You vision blurred as a knot tightened deep within you when he dragged against that special spot. Maybe you were becoming sick just like the rest, but who were you to deny the one pleasurable thing in this personal hell. It was just you and him now, and death couldn't do you two part.

[tobegiggledat]

A Savory Awakening

18+ CONTENT AHEAD MDNI

✦pairing: Strix!Hawks x afab!reader

✦warnings: no quirks au, blood, noncon, oral sex (f.receiving), he tries to bite your pussy👹, cannibalism

✦word count: 2.9k

Perfect you think to yourself as you overlook the muddy-green herbal concoction you’ve been preparing since morning.

Your non-occupied hand scavenges for more of the fragrant oils to your left while your eyes never leave the mixture, with thick leaves embedding themselves under your fingertips as you reduce them to a paste thin enough for swallowing.

It’s a recipe you were given for Keigo, who's been acting sickly ever since his return from a week-long trip with one of the neighbors he’s recently made friends with.

His lips seldom move to utter a notion about what transpired, even though a bit of context would go a long way in curing what ails him.

The cumulation of your efforts rests in a small-wooden bowl for his taking.

He warily eyes the contents before bringing a spoonful to his mouth, slightly parting them with apprehension still evident in his movements.

It reaches his tongue and ends with a tight pucker of his lips.

“Woooh—that's gotta kick to it” He jolts sharply in his stool at the impact. “But, I’m feeling better already!” His arms extend toward the sky as a smile graces his abnormally pale features.

“Yeah, yeah, just tell me how it works in a few hours.” You give a sly smirk.

“Told’ya it was nothing to worry about—”Keigo abruptly curls toward the counter, gagging over the bowl to return the viscous liquid to its original container, now laced with streaks of his saliva and blood.

“Keigo!” You rush to his side in an instant, briskly dropping your tools to be at his aide.

“I’m fine—“ He hurls some more, but his body shakes violently from the wrath of the arising bile in his throat.

“No, we need to get you to a doctor and-and—”

“No!” He cuts through the atmosphere. “I’m alright, promise.” His honeyed irises diminish to black pools as his nostrils flare with each breath.

And you can only nod meekly with his words asserting themselves to keep you still.

✦✦✦✦

Despite your many protests, Keigo decides to sleep in the guest room that night to avoid giving what he has to you. This would be the last night you’d see him for a while though, as his boundaries would grow increasingly unreasonable over the next few days, under the guise of “containing the spread”.

Initially, you think little of his rules as over-cautiousness has always been a side effect of living with Keigo—but then he suggests something that breaches your trust the moment it escapes from his over-rasped throat.

“Under no circumstances should you tell the neighbors about what’s going on”, he orders, voice reduced to near muffles from the tall, wooden barrier between you both.

Your hands clasp tightly around the warm cup of broth you cooked for him and it singes your lap as you speak. “But why—“

“I don’t want to trouble them”, he continues, and you swear the door writhes from the vibrations of his words. “I’m the only one who’s been affected…they don’t need to know about this.”

“How can you be so certain?” You finally acknowledge the festering heat on your thighs, placing the cup beside you to twiddle your thumbs at the growing discomfort.

“I’ll tell you eventually, but first, promise me you’ll do as I say.” His tone’s much softer than before; pleading even.

A troubled inhale travels into you then spills out in an impotent breath. “Ok, I trust you”, you reply, dropping the subject. “Do you have any dishes for me?”

The door hurriedly parts to reveal a plate of oatmeal remnants and its equally stained fork, you swap the leftovers for the fresh cup of stew you were holding then shut it just as quickly.

A sliver of scarlet protrudes from beneath the dish; a feather you notice, and you observe how it fans from the air of even your shallowest gestures, its shimmery bristles glisten and point towards the darker tip.

Your fingers encase the smooth root of it as you bring it parallel to your pupils with its details illuminating with a turn of your wrist under the hallway light and your minimal adjustments in angle.

A call for Keigo briefly forms between your teeth but it diminishes into a wavering thought.

You can’t ask about it—not now.

It’s best to make note of it and nothing more, but when you return to bed, feather still in hand, a new doubt blights your mind.

Though, as the night goes on and fatigue reaches your eyes, those lingering anxieties soon fade to nonsensical strings then silence before sleep passes over you delicately.

The next morning you’re roused with your torso suffocated beneath the covers by a mysterious pressure.

The slow blinks of your eyelids are natural given the slit of tangerine light that pours in from outside; they part with bleariness, then fright as your pupils expand tenfold at the cause of the weight before you.

“Mornin’”, Keigo sings chirpily, honey wisps spread across your chest every which way.

“Shit—Keigo!”, you jerk upward, scalp clashing with the headboard as you scramble to make sense of his presence. “W-Why are you here?”

“I’m here because I sleep here”, he replies as if the answer is obvious.

You still swipe at the crust in your eyes to better clear your vision. “Aren’t you still sick?”, you ask, though his skin is freckled with more lively hues and his voice is crisp-clear and thick.

“Nope! I’m as sharp as a razor”, he flexes his arms, gleaming white revealed between his curved lips.

You take the opportunity to draw yourself closer, exhale grazing across him at the lack of distance. “I missed you.”

“Mmm, but I’ve been here the whole time.” He purrs it, waiting with bated breath for your next move.

“Y’know what I mean.” Your finger traces the bare divots of his chest, nesting in the soft hairs that adorn it, swiping to and fro and parting the wispy tangles. “Now that you’re doing better…are you ever going to tell me what was going on?”

“Eventually”, he says lightly, a chaste kiss caresses your forehead. “C’mon, I made breakfast.”

He gently tugs you into the kitchen and you clumsily prance against his heels with lethargy heavy on your limbs and grumpiness wracking your dulled senses.

A sweet aroma stirs throughout the air as the meal he’s prepared is laden with flavored toast and crisp fruit you don’t remember ever stocking in the pantry.

“What’dya think—Still a great cook as always?”, he smirks. “I’m back in my prime, y’know.”

You nod. “Yeah, looks good.” Your hungry gaze sweeps across the counter some more. “Where’s your plate?”

“I ate already, don't worry about it.” His chiseled palms tenderly stroke the sides of your arms, his mouth pressing deeply into the cup of your collar bone.

You think it’s nice that he's cured and all, but he’s acting too…odd.

You place your delicate fingers across his forehead to feel for signs of unusual warmth, but there aren’t any.

“You don’t trust me?” He sighs against the shell of your ear before pulling away to face you, betrayal is cast across his eyes, thick brows curved downward and opaque-pink lips parted.

“No, I do, but I’m still worried.” You are and a part of you wants to scold him for withholding details until they become too much for him to bear, but you know it’ll come with time just like it always does. But, for once, you wish to bear a burden with him as it happens, just once.

He stares blankly then smiles, yet it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I’m fine, finish eating.”

After breakfast, Keigo spends the entire afternoon running errands he was unable to complete during his time off, though the details of what they were never reach you.

As for you, you busy yourself with tidying around the house, starting with the landfill of dishes in the kitchen sink, and then you’re off to the other rooms—dusting and sweeping and shining.

When you reach the guest room, it’s locked from the inside. Keigo must’ve done something with it, and while you’re tired of the secrets, you’re left with no choice but to approach him about it later.

You have to trust him, especially given the strain your prior suspicions have already caused…

✦✦✦✦

He inevitably returns when the sun has long set, and with that familiar weight burrowing into your sternum as you lay, he peeks through the darkness to check if you're awake.

“Hey”, he speaks softly, shifting beneath the covers beside you before prying at them to expose your bare chest to his eager fingers.

You groan as they fondle the heated flesh, then drift toward the pebbled tips; slow yet smooth, his thumb pads swirl in small circles that have your sex begging for the same treatment.

His attention is drawn to the gushing between your thighs eventually, plucking your throbbing nub between his fingertips, pinching and molding the organ erect as it’s twitching violently until pliable in his grasp.

All the while, he begins to give affection to your breasts, now suffocated by the warmth of his tongue which lathes over the area until dark blotches form in its wake; trails of angry red and violet are softening and sore under his touch.

His hand swipes across your folds like your arousal is a translucent fingerpaint; creating masterpieces of your body with each swipe, his pliant and willing muse, he gathers the slick that trickles from his movements, but he soon brings them to his lips and parts them to lustfully devour your flavor.

If it wasn’t so dark, you wouldn’t have missed the way his eyelids fluttered at your taste.

He travels downward with his head above your cunt to give teasing breaths, the calm before the storm as his lips burrow into your thighs with a quickness, tongue lashing against the smooth skin to leave glossy imprints that are warm and sticky upon impact but cool and light under the wind of his inhales.

At first, he suckles them passionately, with his thumbs making ridges into the sides and sinking into the tissue to subdue each of your thrashes from arousal, but his teeth start to poke and prod at the sensitive skin, swiping across it appreciatively then abruptly sinking in, deep enough to draw blood.

“What the fuck—that hurts!”, you jolt at the sharpness that snaps you out of your pleasureful haze to piece his face together in the dark abyss.

“Sorry”, he says in a hurried whisper.

“It’s fine…just be gentler.”

His face returns to your lower lips, with more fervor as if to make up for his clumsiness, but the grip from his hands sting like claws, plunging deeper and deeper until the searing is too much to bear.

“Keigo!”, you shout but he doesn’t let up, lapping more eagerly at the blood that’s caked on the gash. “Keigo—aagh—get off!”

You fiercely shove at his wrists until he eventually removes his mouth from it, lips sticky and dripping, though you can still feel the hot gusts from his parted teeth. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing, I’m fine, just let me…” He’s drawn to your thighs like a magnet lies beneath the muscle, slurping at the bloodied wound once again with vigor, but you claw at his arms and push for him to release you.

“No, get off me!” Clench fisted, you beat against his back in a fury, yet your skin snags across something so stiff and sharp that you hastily recoil.

In that moment of stillness, you make out the colossal wings that perch neatly at his sides, flexing outward and fluttering in small motions while blending with the dark behind it. His beastly posture mimics a ferocious gargoyle, sinister ambience emitting from his sculpted outline—a fallen angel, you think, has taken the place of your former lover and he’s vengeful, making punishing marks across your flesh until you keel and squirm at the intensity.

“What…is…that?” You gawk, stomach and intestines coiling in horror, your pulse reaches your ears, drumming violently against the walls of your skull in an eerie rhythm.

At that, his mouth finally pulls away from you, his claws make a bloodied home in your skin. “It’s what I’ve been meaning to tell you about.”

“W-What happened on that trip?”, you ask, despite being uncertain the answer will satisfy you in the end.

He retreats upward, rising to his knees then swiping at the fluid smeared on his cheeks. “Jeanist and I starved for days in that forest”, he begins, and you long to see his expressions as he recalls it. “We got lost in some cave after trotting too deep in the dark, and our fate was sealed the moment the ground beneath us collapsed.” He shutters softly. “We went without food, water and lights for a while. But the cave, it made me do things—it made me see things—I…”

He goes stiff.

His unmoving silhouette draws panic within your bones, your heart jitters for escape, yet your nerves have fallen silent, muscles rigid and mouth slightly gaping—and you still haven’t heard much of it.

“I had an epiphany”, he adds. “While Jeanist was sound asleep, I thought I’d take him out for good and eat him instead”, His awkward chortle fills the room but it fades just as quickly.

“The first bite was difficult to get through, and so I had second thoughts. I vomited until I couldn’t breathe—in a mix of regret, guilt and disgust…but as his juices started to gush around my tongue…”, he shakily trails, posture shifting and wings flaring.

His next words drip from the corners of his lips, oozing sadistic glee as he practically moans them. “It was…heavenly.”

He moves against you, hawk-like and predatory, slithering toward your core before you can react. His hands are rough and scabious, pointed talons puncturing your meat in his hold. “And now I’ve been sentenced into some creature that craves nothing but human flesh. You understand now, don’t you?”, he speaks over your cunt, and you tremble for what may come next. “I can’t go back to how I used to be, I need finer cuisine. And you’re perfect for me.”

He drenches his nose within your heat, and you go strict like a frail animal whose neck has been pierced; helpless to the pricking of starved fangs, and blanketed by a salted musk that has you suspended in belief. His teeth are emanant of decay, crusted and reeking all the while substantiating his claims of feasting on human meat.

“My cravings are never-ending”, he continues and his voice cracks as if he’s on the verge of tears, yet you hear a hint of smile within it too. “I’m hungry. So, so hungry and you smell amazing like this”, he drawls. “All wet and scared, god.”

“Please-please, don’t”, you cry, though your voice is nothing more than a pathetic whine.

He releases a sound between a groan and a sob. “I-I don’t think I can contain myself.”

“Y-You can, remember when you slept away from me to protect me?”, you gulp a hefty sum of air. “W-We can go back to that.”

“No”, he says firmly, and something shoots through the air to pin your wrists—one of his feathers, but it’s no ordinary one as it has the strength to keep you unmoving and subjected to his desire.

“What?”

“I’ve already had a taste of you…and I wanna finish my meal.”

Your eyes are clenched tightly, as you accept your fate to the anguish that'll be inflicted on your lower half, but your cold lips are met with warmth instead. Keigo’s tongue lavishes the region, passionately taking your clit into his mouth—with all the actions meant to be pleasurable, but aren’t—it couldn’t be now that the threat of being devoured is present.

“What are you—aah”, you gasp as he treats your cunt more reverently, suspending the idea of taking a bite— as if you’re the finest fruit—and he must scarf your sugary juices before nipping into the plump flesh. “N-No more, please.”

He doesn’t relent. His lewd slurps travel down the expanse of your folds and toward your twitching hole, his supply of your fluids never running short despite your horror, gushing in glistening tails that lead into his throat.

The lack of light has your senses heightened, the sticky and damp feeling of your skin most prominent with each clench of your thighs—each brush against you amplified enough to have electricity engulfing your nerves.

He briefly hovers then closes the distance, the faint pinpricks of his incisors revealing his preparation to strike your poor pussy as a final act of resoluteness.

“No—wait!”, you shriek with your wrists twisting against the feathers hard enough to leave bruises.

And a taut silence blooms in place of his smacking.

His gaze is piercing enough to make you aware of it, index stroking up and down your cunt, before he brings the last taste of you to his lips.

“I’ve had my fill for today, don’t wanna eat everything all at once”, he giggles, swiping at his mouth then laying beside you in faux naivety.

He doesn’t say anything beyond that, let alone move, but under the twitching press of his wings all you can do is wait, or hope your fate is mercifully avoided by succumbing to death in your sleep…

[red1sg0n3]

Leaving soon, Pleading with you

Red's Sculk AU

Pink was standing in the doorway looking at her sister; eyes furrowed and glaring at the Elytram sitting at the desk.

Her arms were crossed. She wanted to yell louder than she’d ever yelled before so maybe, possibly, Red would just listen to her.

She breathes in, “So you’re going down there alone!? Are you insane?” Red signs her paper, putting her pen down and putting her hands to the base of her horns “Look, sweetheart—“ Pink’s soft wings spread apart in a useless show of intimidation, almost clipping against the wall if she hadn’t been completely self-aware “Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me! You want to go down into an unknown cave, generation!”

The irritation was present in the both of them, with how their wings twitched and Pink could hear the ‘tink tink tink’ of her sister's golden tipped hooves tapping against the dark oak floors.

Pink could see Red's lips twitch up before the Elytram forcefully neutralises their expression. Despite this, Pink could see the face she'd make clear in her mind. Sharp teeth bared in a vicious snarl, eyebrows furrowed into bunches that the brunette knew would eventually give her a headache.

The taller stood from the mahogany desk, an inkwell with one of Red's feathers in it trembled with the movement. "I've explained it to you one too many times now," her words were filled with venom as she spoke, each word spilling and poisoning the surrounding air, "I'm only going to be gone for around three weeks. Just enough to set up camp and explore the cave system that was suspected to have the suspicious material."

The moth could see the way her sister's wings shivered behind her, large and imposing dark masses fluctuating in the shaded room. 'Annoyance' She thinks to herself as she moves closer to the centre of the room, closing the door behind her. "So that makes it any better? You're still going alone! We don't know what's down there-" Red's wings flare slightly behind her; Pink's instincts telling her to back away, she stands her ground despite every nerve in her body yelling at her to run "Exactly, we don't know, which is why I'm not risking others getting hurt."

The mothling's fingers curl in agitation, her own lips pulling down into a deep frown. "One life opposed to a dozen, is this how we're playing this stupid game?" She knows, a fact embedded into her heart that not even the void could tear apart, that her sister would not hurt her in full conscious; yet as she stares at the raised feathers on her sisters wings and growing lines on her sisters face, every part of yells 'Danger!', as if the person in front of her would attack without second thought.

Gripping the edges of her desk with talons sharper than any sword forged, Red held her rage carefully. She breathes, in and out. Stepping out from behind her desk, hooves clicking on the floor, she walked closer to the bookshelf against the wall. The expression on her face was carefully empty, pink notes. The air thinned with the movement of the elder twin. She was ignoring Pink now, not unlike them.

"You aren't invincible, you can get hurt just like the rest of us!" Just as she, though, Red's movement stilled only for a moment before continuing the pursuit of whatever she was looking for. Pink pushes harder, "You could get seriously hurt, would it kill you to just put your work aside for a second!"

The book Red was holding slammed back into its spot, the holder spinning around to look at the younger, "Oh yes, the work that keeps this world in order! The work that has me researching every little thing that could bring danger to our existence, The work that I kept pushing off because of something I couldn't possibly fix!" she snarled, and the expression Pink was so used to seeing on her sister was laid bare on their face.

"Yes! The work that has you so exhausted at times that we have to drag you out of your coding room! I'm your operator, I'm supposed to be helping you!" Pink could feel her fingernails dig into the palms of her hands, she ignored the warmth pooling into her closed fists, "An Operator! Not an Admin, you are a mod, designated that position, so I wouldn't have to worry about you!"

"And what about you, who worries about you-" Suddenly, Red's fist slams against the side of the bookshelf, the tips of her talons catching on the soft leather of the books, wings raising upward above both pink and herself "Would you just fucking—"

Red's face falls at the look on her sisters, eyes wide and antenna pulled back flat on soft brunette hair. Blood-Red eyes blink, and soften, her other hand not pinned against the bookshelf coming up to soothe the anger present. She sighs, slowly walking over to her twin in order to stand next to her. Red tilts her head, looking at her sister, "Can I touch you?" A pause, then a nod.

The Elytram places her hand onto her sister's shoulder, the other coming up to force her sister to look at her "How about this," they breathe in "If I'm not back by the three weeks I told you I'd be gone, then you can head up to the hub and tell them there's been a code Frey."

Pink breathes in, matching her sisters own breath "Do you promise you'll be careful?" Her sister smiles "I promise." the mothling's nose scrunches up "Do you pinky promise?" Red stops herself from deadpanning "Yes, I pinky promise."

Before they could conjoin their pinkies, a knock on the office entrance rang through the room, the sisters looking towards the creaking door. "Is everything alright? I heard yelling."

Prompt's head peered through the door, eyebrow cocked at the sight of the two standing in the middle of the room. "Everything's alright, Green." The Elytram spoke for the both of them, ignoring the pointed look on her sister's face. "Uh-huh, alright." He looked the two up and down, an alarmed look settling on his face at the blood slightly dripping from his girlfriend's hands, "What happened?"

He rushed forward, grabbing Pink's hands and carefully opening her fists, "I… I guess I was clenching them a little too hard." Prompt's face contorts slightly, "A little? We need to get some healing potions." The moth blinks before looking back at her sister, "But-" The noirette shakes her head, "Go, we don't want them getting infected."

Prompt places his hand on Pink's back, the wing attached to his forearm laying across the rest of her, in order to slowly guide her out of the room. She barely had any time to turn around to look at her sister, who stood next to her desk, a small smile places upon her face.

The moment the two turned the corner, Red's facade dropped. The Elytram turned, going back around her desk to sit in the soft chair.

She continued her work, just as she always had.

ADDENDUM: Erm, oopsie daisies teehee

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[ghostoffuturespast]

OC Playlist Meme & WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @merge-conflict Thank you kindly! 🧡I didn't have anything written last week when you tagged me...

I'm not sure if I did the homework correctly, but pick a song(s) that goes along with something you're working on? (Doesn't have to be writing) Or do a playlist for an OC? That second one sounds like less work lol.

Tagging with no pressure: @shimmer-like-agirl @vox-monstera @wanderingaldecaldo @fly-amanitaa

Here's the song:

Echo Home by The Kills

Here's a spoiler for the next chapter:

Sounds of life marched on outside the walls of her apartment, the clamor of the mundane counting away the minutes and hours.  The quiet of the moment settled on V and River's shoulders though, blanketing them with the heavy burden of the world.  Of reality.  V closed her eyes and laid with the pain, every breath straining her ribs and the rest of her broken body.

Everything hurt.  Ached.

A tender touch on her forearm made her eyelids flutter open.  She watched tan knuckles trace the cyberware embedded in her arms, the bruises and old scars that marbled her skin.  All the things she hated.  Brown gazed down at her from the edge of the bed, tinged with warmth and sadness.

“What is it?”  V blinked, too tired to speak more than a whisper.

River heaved a sigh.  “You know I hate seein' you like this, right?”

"Because I’m incapable of taking care of myself…  Because I'm just as ugly on the outside as the inside now?"

"No…" He shook his head and paused to stare at the hand on her arm.  Hesitating.  "Because it reminds me of all the times I’ve fucked up… And because you don’t need to keep doing this to yourself.  Punishing yourself for things that aren’t your fault."

"It’s– it’s not like that."

"Is it?  Pretty sure I know what martyring looks like.  Did it for fourteen years."

V searched the bags under River's eyes, evidence of his recent sleepless nights.  "Still doing it…"  He didn't defend himself and she winced as she shifted, her hand trying to reach for his.  "Aren’t we just two workaholics?"

He met her the rest of the way, entwining his fingers with hers.  River's thumb wound circles in her palm as he looked out the window, dawn breaking into day.  The neon of the city faded with the early bloom of sunlight.

Glancing back at her, River lowered himself onto the bed and laid next to her, the mattress sinking under his weight.  "Could go for a nap."  Their chests rose and fell before he spoke again.  "You should get some more rest too."

"Honestly, not sure if I know what resting's supposed to feel like.  If I know how."

Metal replaced flesh and blood as River's organic hand brushed the side of her face. The caress came feather light, as if he worried about breaking her further.  "Close your eyes."

Amber and brown.  Side by side.  She didn't want it to disappear.

But V did as he asked and she breathed him in as he kissed her.  The forgotten scents of leather and earth spilling over, a balm on her senses.  The connection a solace to their battered spirits.  River's touch was infinite in its softness and so impossibly warm that she'd give everything just to drown in it.

She didn't want it to end.

"Feels a little somethin’ like that."  He murmured against her lips.

Salt stung the corners of her eyes, the tears descending like ocean waves.  “River… Stay?  Please.  Just a little while longer.”

She pleaded to him.  To her own body and mind. A dying wish to keep dreaming. A warm hand soothed, wiping away the cold tracks left on her skin and giving her something solid to hold onto.  To come back to.  A reality she never wanted to fade away.

River placed another kiss on her lips, a gentle touch that stitched her back together and erased the pain.  “I’m here, V.  I’m here.”

[silversiren1101]

Hope I'm not too late...△Mino, how do you feel about your ganzi traits? If you could get rid of them, would you? Alternatively, is there anything other ganzi have that you want?

Her eyes go wide, before they narrow into something keenly aware overtop a tight-lipped smirk.

"A bold question, and I'd be curious to know who put you up to asking it, even."

Her tail flicks the air, a rustle of feathers almost punctuating her next words.

"It's complicated. As a child, I hated them and what I was. How could I not? When my scales were peeled from my flesh so much each was surrounded by a bed of scarring and my feathers had been deemed so unsightly my spine was burned with hot wax to keep them from growing." The bitterness in her voice is scathing, but it's not at you. There's an anger there welling from a need for justice, you can tell. In a way that had never been fulfilled.

"Then... as a young adult and during the War, I did everything I could to ignore them, as if they were some unimportant part of me", she continues. "They started growing again then, the scar tissue healed from the restoration I received after my impromptu Trial with that osyluth... Back then it filled me with so much anxiety and fear that it would only cause more pain. Now, I see it for what it was. Me healing. Me... becoming myself, really."

A finger strokes the length of a feather where her tail has propped itself up upon itself, as if an eager assistant. She also traces a few scales as she's at it, speaking to them more than she does to you.

"These days... it's acceptance... and love... but it's also complicated."

Those violet irises flash your way. So much truth shines in them: it truly is complicated.

"I love them dearly. They are me, after all. I have jewels embedded in my flesh like noblewomen could only dream of and plumage like their prized peacocks. My tail has a mind of its own sometimes, yes--", it rattles and wiggles, almost as if stressing her point, "--and it's difficult to have your emotions on public display in the way it can, but it's also me. It's like a sliver of my soul everyone can see, for both good or ill..."

She pats the tail which retreats down to the floor again.

"It's just difficult, coming to terms with the fact that who I am and what I am are excuses to hurt me or wish me harm, to treat me like shit stuck to a boot or assume I am nothing but trouble. The Hellknights helped with that, at least", she chuckles. "People tend to take you far more seriously when wearing the armor, and the assumptions about being a chaotic miscreant kind of fall short when you've passed the Trial and have rank."

A cheeky grin reveals the hint of a fang--another one of her ganzi traits.

"As for you actual questions... would I get rid of them? A long time ago, I wanted nothing more than to be perfectly human. My answer then would have been pathetic begging. Now, though, no. They are me. I love them and thus I love me. I wished other people loved them as much, or that they even loved me as much back--they're a real pain in the ass to take care of--but no, I wouldn't trade them for the world."

The scales on her cheeks practically shine as they crinkled into the wide smile she gives. All four of her serpentine fangs glint in the light.

"As for other traits I don't have! Well, wings and natural talent for fighting are out of the question; I'm protean blooded, not valkyrie or einherjar. But! Some ganzi are... let's just say, bizarrely flexible. You ever see a cat fit through a hole half its body size? Now that would be a useful trait to have! Just thinking of all the times I've been grabbed and had a hell of a time breaking free... that giant lich wouldn't have crushed me during the war, I bet you that."

[Intrusiveness 6/10]

[stray-kaz]

Pain and Protect : an Arondir x reader drabble

A/N: part of the Falling Star series. How far will it go? Nobody knows...

And P.S., I know this “protect girl in bar” is the oldest trope there is, but cliches become cliches for a good reason.

You were forced under duress to work at the village tavern, to help keep your family under a comfortable roof. You despised the work, the dark, dank building, the smell of the beer, and most of all, the men. No capital ‘M’ for these bastards.

The day edged off into the night, the light slowly traipsing below the horizon, far, far away. You leaned against the doorjamb in the open doorway, watching it disappear, orange licking along the seam of the sky like a giant tongue of fire. You heard your name being called and ignored it, determined to watch the fiery display before it vanished for another day.

A meaty hand clamped down on your shoulder and you twisted to glare up into the face of the barkeep, irritated at being disturbed on your short break.

“I still have time” you snapped, shaking his hand off.

“You’ll work when there are customers” Waldreg countered, and shoved you towards the nearest waiting table.

As you stumbled, nearly tripping over the hem of your dress, you caught the eye of the handsome elf who came to the village every week or so. His gaze was on you and then it dropped to the hands of the man who had pushed you, the fingers of his visible hand curling into a fist on top of the bar. You brushed past him on your way to the barrels.

“Hello, Arondir” you murmured. “You’ve come a long way again. Can I get you something?”

He shook his head, his warm eyes fixed on yours as you spoke.

“No, thank you” he replied quietly. “That won’t be necessary. It is not what I’m here to do.”

You cocked your head to the side, curious.

“Then what are you here to do?” you asked him.

“Look out for you. The men in here are not exactly...trustworthy.”

“It would be nice if you could be here every day” you replied, glancing around the room.

A pained expression emerged and then was covered once again by the stoicism you had come to associate with him.

“I would if I could” he told you. “I do what I can. I am here when I can be.”

Your eyes widened and you scrambled to right yourself.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that!” you insisted hurriedly. “I know you cannot be here every day.”

“Wench!”

You stiffened, not realising that Arondir had tensed all over also, one hand going to the knife concealed under his cloak. You sighed and turned away from him, only to feel a feather light touch on your wrist, turning you back to him.

“I will escort you home tonight.”

You nodded, biting down on a smile, and hustled away to do your job.

**********

The evening wore on until the shadows rolled all the way in to cover the land and every single lamp was burning. Time had crept along, but you were mere seconds from closing when a rough hand snaked under your skirt and felt up your leg to prod at you. You startled and moved away, panic clawing its way up your throat as black memories poured in, freezing you to the spot.

A sharp yelp met your ears, breaking you out of your fear induced fugue. An elvish knife was embedded in the man’s wrist, carefully avoiding vital arteries. The hilt quivered as Arondir strode across the tavern to yank it free, his beautiful face twisted into a ferocious expression. He wiped the blade clean on the injured man’s sleeve and sheathed it, before reaching behind him for your hand.

When you did not give it to him immediately, he turned slightly and gently took it, his palm swallowing yours. He gave you a careful tug and you followed him out the door without a glance back.

The home you shared with your family stood on the very outskirts of the village, right by the path that led away to the elves’ watchtower. Lamps burned in the windows and downstairs, signalling the presence of family members waiting up for you. Just outside the circle of light bleeding out from under the door, Arondir stopped, turning to face you.

“I am sorry for what happened to you” he said sombrely.

“Why? It was not your fault.”

He shook his head.

“No, but I could have prevented it.”

You reached up with a cautious hand and carefully touched the side of his face.

“You may be an elf, Arondir, but you are not omniscient” you said quietly, smiling a little sadly. “He was not the first and I doubt he will be the last.”

His jaw clenched, a muscle feathering dangerously close to the surface.

“He was not the first?” he asked lowly, his voice almost a growl.

You shook your head.

“No” you whispered. “He was not.”

You gestured to the waiting house.

“I need to go” you said, tilting your head in that direction. “My parents are waiting for me.”

Arondir nodded, but before he let you leave, he lifted your hand that he was still holding and brought it to his lips, kissing the soft skin with a reverence that bordered on awe and brought the welcome sting of tears to your eyes.

“Goodnight, my falling star” he murmured, and released your hand.

“Goodnight, soldier” you replied softly, and watched him blend in with the night.

Tagging: @succsessions​

[xcooki]

Revalink Week day 6 - Show me // Too close

Hello! Another hybrid one using both prompts, and another shorter one! I hope you enjoy, because I was stumped on this prompt for a while lol.

The wind blew pleasantly. There was a cool breeze that blew through Revali’s feathers. He stood at the Hyrule Castle training grounds. His eyes closed, feeling the air fill his feathers. The Rito let out a content sigh, before he pulled out his bow. He nocked an arrow, pulling back the string to its full elasticity. The arrow lined with his finger. The bow creaked under the stretch. Revali stared at the target, putting his foot back, and turning softly to the side to widen his stance. He let the arrow fly. It flew through the air with a loud, sharp ‘Whoosh!’, before plunging into the wooden target’s centre. Link let out an astonished gasp, clapping. Revali felt his feathers fluff up, before he snapped to look at the Hylian, standing by the sidelines, leaning on one of the practice dummies. “How long are you going to stand there?” The Rito asked in an annoyed tone, a little flustered by the Hero’s praise. “Come, show me how you shoot.” He gestured to the line where he stood. “I came out here to assess your abilities, after all.” Link rolled his eyes, moving his mouth up and down, mocking Revali’s words. He approached the line, taking his own bow off of his back. He held up his bow, mimicking the same pose that Revali had held a few moments earlier. He nocked an arrow, pulled back the string and stared at the target opposite him. He took a deep breath, and let the arrow fly. It embedded itself into the outermost ring of the target. “You call that shooting?” He scoffed a little. “How are you meant to save Hyrule when you can’t even make a proper shot.” Link pouted, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. He lined up another shot. This continued for a few minutes. The closest Link managed to get to the bullseye was the penultimate ring, lodging it into its outermost edge. “Well, you’ve certainly showed your ability today, Hero.” He used his title mockingly, scoffing a little as he did. “I do believe that you claimed you would land a bullseye every time, correct?” He chuckled again. “Let me show you what that actually looks like.” Revali drew his own bow up again. He didn’t even hesitate, nocking three arrows. He subtly adjusted his stance and his aim, feeling the wind change direction ever so slightly. He stared at the target, letting the arrows fly. Each of them whizzed through the air, spinning as if they were the same entity, before they pierced the target’s centre all at once, landing clustered together at the very middle. The Rito flipped his braids backwards, giving a smug smirk as he turned to look back at Link. The Hylian was absolutely amazed. His jaw sat wide open. He fell to his knees, reaching up and grabbing Revali’s hand. This immediately caused him to flinch in surprise. Link looked up to Revali with pleading eyes. “Wh-What?” His voice faltered for a moment as he stared down at the Hero. Link looked up at him even more pleadingly, pressing his hands together in a begging gesture. “You want me to teach you?” He nodded quickly, the pleading look never leaving. Revali mulled it over for a moment, before reluctantly agreeing. “Fine. I, the Great Revali, the greatest archer of all time, and the greatest warrior of the rito will be your te-AGH!” He was cut off by Link throwing himself at him, pulling him into a grateful hug. “AGH! G-Get off! You’re too close! You’re crushing me with your freakishly strong body!” Despite his words, Revali felt flattered. Though, his ego would never let him admit it.

[mason-screams]

so i found this little piece of fanfic that i wrote but idk if i like it or not, or if i should even continue on with it😭😭

anyways ima let y'all read it

So far, the battle has been gruesome. Thanos has just shown up, ready to get the last infinity stone. As he’s walking to Vision, Thor throws Stormbreaker at Thanos, embedding the godly ax in his chest. The titan had not been killed; he knelt as pain washed over him. When Thor landed in front of Thanos, he called Stormbreaker to his hand as he held Thanos’ head with an iron grip.

“I told you. You’d die for that!” Thor said, with a raging fire burning in his eyes.

Thor steps back and swings Stormbreaker at Thanos’ neck. The others watch as the Mad Titan’s head falls off his body.

“Thor, what did you do?” Steve asked with a shocked expression.

“I went for the head,” Thor responded in a menacingly calm tone.

Bucky walks to stand by Steve, putting his flesh hand on his shoulder comfortingly. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. He’s dead,” Bucky says walking around Steve, grabbing his face so softly that Steve swears his fiancé’s hands, both Vibranium and flesh, are made of feathers.

Steve reaches up and grabs Bucky’s hands and turns his head to kiss each palm. “I know, but it just feels like it isn’t the end,” he says.

Steve looks back over the battlefield watching as Wakandans and Thanos’ alien army fight, one dropping after the other. He watches as the battle comes to a slow end. He looks back at Bucky and thinks to himself, what did we do to deserve all the bloodshed? He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against Bucky’s, feeling his fiancé’s breaths mix with his own.

“Let’s just go check on the others, alright?” Bucky said, bringing Steve in for a quick hug.

They walk from the woods, leaving Thanos’ dead body to rot, and into the field of fallen enemies and allies. Shuri comes running out of the lab as the group approaches and tackles T’Challa in a hug.

“Don’t scare me like that again!” She exclaims, tears brimming her closed eyes. T’Challa looks down at his sister with love and care… maybe a bit of protectiveness too.

“I can’t promise that, little sister, but I can promise you that I will try not to,” the king responds with a hint of a smile and a chuckle in the back of his throat.

The others turn to give the siblings their well deserved moment, and go to relax with their loved ones and friends.

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Steve goes and sits by Bucky, cradling a beer in his hand. “Hey. You doing alright?” He asks, pure concern dripping from his soul.

“As alright as I can be,” he chuckles a bit. It sounds like pure bliss to Steve's ears. “How are you? Saw that punch Thanos landed. Must’ve hurt.”

“Fuckin’ right it hurt, but overall I'm good. Serum’s doing its job though.”

Steve runs a hand through his hair. He kind of likes how long it's gotten. Could use a shave though, he thinks to himself. He looks down at his left hand and notices the vibranium band around his ring finger. He can’t believe he’s here, in this time - a time he can love the man he’s loved all his life. He dreamt of the day that he could openly love Bucky; he just never thought he would be able to.

He’s pulled from his thoughts by something brushing his left hand. He looks down to see Bucky interlacing their fingers together. He follows through with the action and gives Bucky’s hand a little squeeze. He knows that Bucky knows what he’s trying to say through small gestures like this. Some would say that their connection and understanding of one another is supernatural. But in reality, they’ve just spent so much time together in their lives.

Bucky leans his head against Steve’s shoulder and Steve takes the opportunity to plant a kiss on his temple. Steve goes back to watching the others interact and mingle, glad that the battle has ended but he just can’t help but feel like it isn’t the true end.

“What’s on your mind?” Bucky asks. Steve looks down at Bucky, hoping that he hasn’t concerned him too much.

“I just can’t shake that feeling from earlier. It keeps nagging me. Like the possibility of a new threat is out there.”

Bucky hums in agreement. “I don’t doubt that there is another threat. Hell, there could be a whole ‘nother planet that wants to destroy Earth. But hey, let’s worry ‘bout that when it gets here, alright?”

[arval-larva]

I have a secret to show you, so please don't tell anyone. They'll probably exile me- or worse- if you do.

As it were, your friend's forearms have eyes on them. Several, and there isn't skin to be seen. They're embedded in a thin carapace. This was only one of the things you learned about them that day.

Something is stealing your bait. The bait isn't very notable, either, and most fish tend to let go before you can reel them in. Today, though, they have consistently disappeared, no matter what you do, and the culprit is nowhere to be seen.

Is the painting looking at you? It's supposed to do that, that's how it was painted. But those eyes never move. It feels like they do, but they really do not. It's just that particular painting that seems to watch your every move. If it really is, maybe it just wants to say hello...

You stepped on something in the snow, which quickly slipped from under your boot. Was that a squeak? The snow trembles, and parts, giving form to the sleeping fellow you accidentally disturbed. It accepts your brief apology with a squeal, before it trudges off, further into the thick haze.

Rumors spoke of an abandoned sword lodged into the side of a boulder. The rock itself had quite an odd shape, almost like it was deliberately carved. As for the blade, it had an aged design, a ribbon wrapped at the base of its hilt, and an intriguing aura. Scholars could never agree with just what this blade was, how it got there, and more. You have a ridiculous thought, and you eventually head over to investigate it for yourself, this esteemed blade. Nightfall is cool, the echoes of warmth still hanging in the air. You decide to greet it kindly, to which it responds by asking you to please get it dislodged from this old piece of rubble.

That strange merchant you met on your travels insisted this cape would do everything and more. Enchanted with ancient magic, it made snowstorms feel like a sweet summer morning. The fabric was indomitable, and not even the tug of a thousand men would tear it in two. Wearing it, you feel a cozy warmth, more like someone hugging you than any basic spell. It asks you how your day has been, and if you're doing alright.

The pawnbroker was firm when he said this feather held no value. You gave up, the iridescent white still between your fingers as you head to mount your steed. Once you've settled onto its familiar saddle, you head down the road. Map in hand, your destination is back home, this was the last place you could think to check. While your stallion trots, the sun is blocked for a moment. You look skyward, and a glimmering, colorless dragon smiles down at you warmly. You grab another quill before it lands past you.

[advikaglitteringtreasures]

Stylish Artificial Rings Online At The Best Prices

Women want to wear many kinds of rings to look beautiful and elegant each day. Whatever dress we wear, if we don’t wear any complementing jewelry, it gives an incomplete feel. Matching jewelry is very important to look perfect; hence, wearing a large ring or hand accessories also can be appealing as well as classy.

We all know that artificial rings are classic, versatile pieces that we can get at the cheapest to the highest rates as per our budget, and many women love to wear diamond rings as this is an evergreen piece.

At the moment of selection, we need to determine which ring is the most timeless and stunning. If we want to shop online, we need to know which are the Best Jewelry Websites Online.

One thing that I always keep in mind is that the ring should be cared for properly and stored appropriately when it is not being worn, to be sure it is always in outstanding condition no matter how many days we have stored it and ready to be a beautiful accent for any occasion.

The best rings for women are the ones that make a person feel as happy as possible, with beautiful designs and precious gemstones.

There are various ring patterns, such as dainty engagement rings and bold statement rings, and there are choices for every budget and for every woman.

In this blog, we have covered the types of rings for women that are both graceful and within your budget. 

Cocktail Ring

In large, vibrant colors, the patterns are eye-catching and often worn for special events or nights out. These rings attract people as they have a very distinctive style, and we can wear them alone so no other rings detract from their beauty because of their large size.

These rings are designed via numerous gemstones like Pachi Kundan Cocktail Ring with beautiful zircon stones embedded in it and without much cost.

Some people called them statement rings because of their striking appearance and gemstones. The most liked cocktail ring in feather design and it is adjustable and easy to wear.

Fashion Ring

It is sometimes referred to as costume jewelry because we can wear it according to our outfit pattern, color, or embroidery. A Kundan ring like the Arna Kundan Ring is also considered high-end fashion rings that make a statement and often have many elements.

It uses precious metals and gemstones in flexible designs and sometimes layers in order to cover most of the finger area.

Many people count fashion rings as much as cocktail rings, but fashion rings usually have a more abstract and unique design, while cocktail ring settings are a bit more predictable.

These rings are used more for styling purposes and building a distinct collection of hand accessories online.

These types of rings are mostly ones you can wear with specific outfits but are only sometimes ideal for casual wear.

Vintage Ring

It is considered a luxury due to its antique and vintage diamond style and is rich in history and symbolism.

With different jewelry eras to choose from, such as the wistful romanticism of Victorian rings like the Ambuja Victorian Green Ring and its unique pattern and art design, girls can find something they love.

Its gemstone cuts are prized not only for their beauty but also for their exquisite attention and long-lasting quality. You can even gift rings to your loved ones. 

Engagement Ring

The classic diamond ring is the most preferred engagement ring due to its rich quality and shine, as it represents the purity of love and commitment, which is why they’re ideal for engagement rings or wedding bands that will never go out of style.

From elegant solitaires to elaborate sets such as the Silver Classic Solitaire Ring, they are even used as engagement rings.

We can find so many great variations in diamond ring styles and options for personal expression that carefully and thoughtfully chosen is sure to become a frequently worn one.

Exactly which ring type is selected by any woman will vary depending on her choice and personality towards fashion trends.

If you’re still confused about how to choose a ring that will have a sense of glamor, elegance, and vintage charm, explore my favorite online store, Advikka.com.

You will have a variety of artificial rings online at a cost-effective price range to look charming, wear them on different occasions, and style them with a variety of dresses.