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[shinechermont]

WAKE UP NEW SLEEPING DIARY CHAPTER DROPPED!!!!

Sleeping diary (a pink aftermare story)

Chapter 6:  I candy-cane do it, no problem!

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The sun shined through the branches, weaving light patterns into the fabric of the blanket. Berlingot’s eyes followed the moving curves of the pierced shadow from his spot, curled up around two cushions.

He spent a while talking with Orchid about their experiments results before sleeping and now exhaustion clinged to him.

Getting up seemed like an impossible task.

Marianne left long before he woke and he considered waiting for him in this very position. Hopefully, his brother would come around midday and he wouldn’t be left to rot until night.

A leaf twirled by and continued dancing further down the hill, under the authoritarian fingers of the wind.

His left foot twitched.

Or.

He could attempt to contact Orchid again, maybe try to coax out some answers out of the stranger ? Stranger was certainly the word… The faceless words weren’t giving him much to work with but the more they conversed, the more oddities kept piling up.

Who was Orchid ? What was Orchid ? Where was Orchid ? What was hiding Orchid ? 

Many questions without answers, yet.

He took the time to do Orchid’s experiments, surely it was only fair he got to experiment some as well.

On these thoughts, Berlingot stretched his body until his fingers brushed against the diary’s cover and turned around to get in a position better suited to write.

A few pages were turned and he settled to start a new discussion.

With what pen ? 

Grumbling, the guardian removed a shoe and felt the ground with his toes until he bumped against his pen and, in a very swift way if he dared to say, made it jump right into his hand.

With the pen successfully retrieved, he concentrated once again on his task. : see what he could gather about his pen pal without getting a "don’t worry ‘bout it" in answer to his inquiries.

"Hi there ! Would you like to play a game ?"

The answer was startling fast.

"What do you have in mind ?"

Berlingot thumped his legs against the ground, relishing in the feeling of the fluff parts of his pants hitting the surface. That was going to be fun !

"What about 21 questions ?"

"21 ? Isn’t it "20 questions" usually ?"

"Not this version."

"What are the rules… ?"

"We ask a question turn by turn and if you don’t want to answer, you have a penalty!"

"What ‘bout the 21st ???"

"The one who answered the most gets to choose the last but we both need to answer it."

"Uh."

"Is that a « yes, absolutely, it’s a fantastic idea » or a «when are we starting this awesome game ?"

He, for sure, was glad the other could not see how big he was smiling at the idea of playing this game with someone (other than Marianne).

"I… guess I don’t have anything betta to do ?"

"Betta ?"

"Better. Also didn’t we already kinda did that already… I mean asking and answering questions of each other."

"It is not the same, this is a game !"

And before anything else could be added, he furiously scribbled again.

"I’m starting ! It is my game after all. No lying and cheating obviously.

1-You mentioned a brother, what is his name ?"

"Pass."

Berlingot frowned, was that that hard of a question ? Oh, well.

"Starting from now, you are banned from using the first person, you must only talk using the 3rd singular !"

He giggled, how proud of this one he was !

"He doesn’t like it but he will obey his majesty’s rules."

So it was a he ! Progress !

"2- Orchid would like to know what time it is for you ?"

Why would he ask that ? His hand twisted and made the pen a few times before he stared at the sun and answered.

"Midday will be here in less than two hours, I think. 

3-Are you a furry monster ?"

"Quite the contrary, I don he doesn’t even have skin on his bones. However this monster has a funny bone !"

So he was a monster, a bony one ? Or was that an exaggeration ? How were the odds there were close in appearance if not in nature.

"4-Why the name Berlingot ? Is it your birth name or did you choose ?"

Berlingot’s tip of his thumb gripped the paper hard enough to break.

"I will pass this one."

"Time to write with your other hand !"

A small doodle of what he thought was a smiley face was added to the words. Just a circle with two dots and a curve and a small inverted v in the middle. It was a skeleton face!

Berlingot absent-mindely switched writing hand as the gears turned fast.

"What a pity I’m ambidextrous, isn’t it ?"

And that was the truth ! He only wrote slightly less well on the right side.

"Shucks"

"I will not ask what you meant, I think I got the gist of it. 5-Do you have a favorite color ?"

"I do. AH ! Gotcha."

"Well played but you forgot your penalty, dear companion."

And he traced a small face next to it, winking.

" …He does. 6-Are you a skeleton monster as well ?"

So he guessed right, Orchid was a skeleton monster. He idly wondered about if the fact he was a guardian spirit and the other was a monster gave them clear distinctive appearance features. Skeleton monsters were rare and none were living in the village so far. His thoughts turned and curled for a minute before he answered.

"That is a half-yes, here."

"How could it be half ? Which half ? It was a very yes or no question ? Tell him."

"I am skeleton-shaped, at least. However, sir, that is no longer your turn ! 7-Are orchids your favorite flowers ?"

"You lost him there but he will leave that alone for a moment. Yes and no, he does like them a lot but he will always keep a certain fondness for echo flowers, especially the few mutated ones who echoe weirdly or are a shade darker. If you find one in a patch of flowers, deems you lucky, the mutation’s causes are still a mystery and it occurs rarely."

"I do not know what echo flowers are..."

"I… see. 8-Do you have a favorite flower beside your apple’ magic ones ?"

"Maybe daisies ?"

And like the two continued their chit-chat, not many questions were avoided but it became clear that neither fully wanted to share their private life to the other. Or specifically, Orchid seemed to avoid questions on his very situation and family and Berlingot wasn’t quite eager to elaborate on some parts of his daily life as well.

The last question came as a relief, somehow.

They argued on who answered the most for a hot minute but Berlingot won the honor (as it should).

Writing the question took him longer than it would usually, given he was writing using his feet, going from right to left and switching all « r » to « w ».

"Do you want to be fwiends ?"

And to that, answered the other, carefully writing his sentence in the shape of a flower and capitalizing every word (as per his lost) :

"He Would Like To. What About You ?"

"I would not mind as well."

End of chapter 6! Go to chapter 7?

Dreamtale belongs to @/jokublog Berlingot and Orchid belong to me

@dragon-tamer-1 @shinechermont

[stcries]

cracking up in vc with @prsonatm/@kokorotm, because we updated our carrds with our ships (aka our relationships sections) and WOW, we've just taken up the complete right side of my carrd with ships.

[athenamikaelson]

Klaus Mikaelson X Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Written in the Stars-Ch. 27

Word Count- 5.6k

Warnings- SMUT- SHITTY SMUT MIND YOU I’VE NEVER WRITTEN IT BEFORE SUE ME, ****Bloodplay kind of??????****Mentions of burns, mentions of burning bridges, swearing, making out, nudity, sexual thingies, !!!!!!ELIJAH!!!!!! 

A/N- Ya I’m going to hell. This is so bad. I might delete. We all know Elijah gives off Daddy vibes so I want none of you hoes messaging me and telling me his actions are out of character in this chapter. Got it? GOT IT!? 

A/N- for those who don't want to read the smut I wrote where it begins and ends!

Elijah’s pissed. 

He’s like really pissed. 

I’m screwed.

-10 Minutes Earlier-

“You burnt down a bridge?”

“Why didn’t you invite me?”

“I was going to do that.”

I blow out a breath as I glance from Finn, Kol, and then Rebekah. 

“Um, not me,” I gesture to Sage, “We.”

Sage deadpans a look at me and I give her a shrug. 

“Why did you burn down a bridge, Y/n?” 

I turn back towards Finn who seems bewildered.

“We,” I gesture to Sage again, who rolls her eyes, “Burned down the bridge and the bridge’s sign because Sage found out that the wood that created both was made from White Oak…you know…the same White Oak that could kill the lot of y’all.”

“Pardon?”

I turn to Kol who is looking at me skeptically.

“The last of the white oak was burnt down over a millennium ago. We made sure of that.” 

“Brother, it’s true,” Bekah says, “I was going to burn down that bloody bridge myself tonight.”

“How is this possible? How do you know this Rebekah?! And why did you keep it to yourself!?” 

Klaus yells at his sister after being silent for the first time in his life. Elijah on the other hand, who is leaning against the staircase behind him, hasn’t made a peep.  

I eye Rebekah warily and side-eye Sage who side-eyes me.

“The Salvatores!”

I quickly yelp out trying to help Rebekah from having to admit that she had a threesome with both Sage and Demon.

“Yep. I was snooping as I usually do and overheard Damon asking the Mayor about some records about the town's bridge and such. And then Sage here did some digging, the same digging I’m sure Bekah did,” I nod to Bekah who is nodding along with me, “and then that’s when Sage found out from Damon and some records he has at the boarding house that the bridge is made from White Oak.”

I finish my dialogue off with an almost convincing smile and look at the vampires around me. Rebekah gives me a soft smile and nods, agreeing with me, Kol still looks skeptical, as does his Hybrid brother, Finn looks confused, per usual, and Elijah…hasn’t looked away from the wall in front of him in the past 5 minutes. 

Everyone is silent.

“This is the part where you guys say thank you,” I give them an awkward toothy smile.

“Thank you,” Kol yells sarcastically, “Thank you for what?! For one, you burnt down an entire bridge on the ramblings of a vampire that wants to kill our family, and if that’s not bad then you went and burned down an entire bridge…without me. Who do you think you are?”

“Watch it,” Klaus snarls at his younger brother. 

“Who am I?!”

I begin to march over to Kol with my finger pointed and Klaus walks in front of me, stopping me.

“Easy, Astin Min,” Klaus tries to calm me down but I shove past him.

“Who am I? One, I’m the one who just burnt down the thing that would kill you and your entire family. Two, I’m also the one who some weird ass fate thing decided that I’m supposed to carry the souls of your brothers?! AND to remind you all if those two,” I point towards Klaus and Elijah, “were to die, so do I! So if you’re having a fit about me burning down a bridge, literally shut the fuck up because it’s self preservation.”

I rub a hand over my face in exhaustion.

“Y/n, are you alright?”

I take my hand off my face and look at Finn, who is frowning at me, “I’m all good, Finney. Just past my bedtime and incredibly exhausted and not in the mood for that,” I point a finger at Kol, “Right now.”

“What the hell did I do?”

I roll my eyes at Kol’s comment. 

Klaus sniffing the air catches my attention, “Yes, I know. I’ve got to take a shower to get this gas smell off of me.”

Klaus takes a quick stride over to me and grabs my shoulders and his eyes frantically look over my figure, “You’re hurt. Where?”

I try to shrug his death grip but he just holds me in place, “I just got a little burnt from a stray flame. Nothing bad.”

Klaus’ eyes darken, “Where Y/n?”

I shrug off my loose sweatshirt and show him the not so small burn that runs across my upper forearm. 

“Ok, yikes,” I breathe through my nose as I process how it kind of actually stings like a bitch, “Not so little.”

Klaus releases a growl and he quickly goes to bite his wrist but I stop him, grabbing his hand. 

“Nope. Every little booboo I get doesn’t need your blood.”

Klaus narrows his dark eyes at me.

“Y/n, to be honest with you, the little “booboos” you always have aren’t as little as you think they are,” Rebekah comments with a judging look.

“You’re being delusional,” I scoff. 

“Were you not shot?”

I gasp at Finn’s words.

“Phineas, I told you that as a secret.”

Finn frowns and mumbles an apology. 

“Secret? You quite literally told me that 30 minutes ago,” Sage raises an eyebrow at me.

“Yes and?”

“We met 40 minutes ago.”

I suck on my teeth. Oh. 

“Wait, you got shot?”

I side-eye Kol, “No.”

I hear Kol mutter something but I don’t pay attention as I watch Elijah shake his head and walk back up the staircase, his left hand gripping the bannister as he goes. 

“All of you leave,” Klaus’ voice booms, and I nod and begin walking towards the door.

“Bloody hell, luv. Not you,” I feel him grab my hand and pull me back towards him. 

I hear Kol mutter something again before leaving the room, Sage and Finn both look at me and Sage sends me a small smile before looking back up to Finn with stars in her eyes. Finn stops for a moment before me and raises his hand. He pauses it midair, as if he’s not quite sure of his movements, but then he places his hand on my shoulder and squeezes.

“Thank you, Y/n. You’ve given me something I’ll never be able to thank you enough for…but I will try to repay you for this.”

I smile at Finn, “All in a day's work, Phineas. No need to thank me.”

Finn lifts his hand and spares his brother a fleeting glance before leaving the room with Sage in tow. 

“Bloody hell, everyone in this family is so dramatic,” I look over Klaus’ shoulder to where Rebekah is leaving the room. 

“Good night Rebekah,” I call and she waves her hand.

“I should probably go check on Elijah,” I say to Klaus, and begin to move past him, but as I graze his shoulder, a gasp escapes my lips as I’m whipped back around and Klaus’ lips are pressed onto mine. 

It takes me a moment before I process what’s happening, but after a second I’m drowning in Klaus’ lips. I reach my hand up and run my fingers through Klaus’ dark blonde hair and suck in a breath as I feel Klaus’ toungue fight its way into my mouth. I don’t put up a fight and open my mouth slightly more to grant him leeway. He uses this opportunity to sink his tongue into my mouth and massage my tongue with his. I feel Klaus’ hand lower from my upper back down towards my ass and it doesn’t take him but another second to use his big hand to squeeze it, making me gasp.

“Fuck,” Klaus takes his toungue from my mouth and uses his teeth to pull on my lower lip.

“You’re perfect.”

I feel the tips of my ears warm at his comment and I use all my strength to shove him slightly back.

“You’re distracting.”

Klaus’s blue eyes are no longer dark, instead they have a small shine in them that makes them look similar to a small pond in springtime. 

Klaus leans down to meet my eye level, “You seem to like how distracting I am.”

I fight back a smirk, “Shut up, Mutt.”

Klaus smiles at me. Not his usual smirk, or his annoying ass snarl, but an actual smile. 

“You should do that more,” I point to his face and his eyebrows furrow.

“Do what?”

“Smile.”

Klaus smirks, “I do smile a lot.”

I shake my head, “Nah, you smirk a lot. Like you’re doing right now. I mean an actual smile. You have a pretty one.”

My comment seems to have taken Klaus aback and he clears his throat, “I am not pretty.”

I smirk at him, “Oh yes you are. You’re so pretty.”

I don’t give him the chance to rebut my statement as I lean forward and place a quick kiss to his warm cheek. 

I quickly move past him and head towards the stairs where Elijah went. 

“Thank you,” Klaus’ voice comes from behind me. 

“For calling you pretty? Anytime,” I turn over my shoulder and wink at him and he rolls his eyes.

“No. Not for that. For burning the white oak and protecting myself and my family.”

I shrug, “All in a day's work.”

—

I release a shaky breath as I knock on Elijah’s door. I hum to myself as I wait for a response and it takes another moment before I hear a low, “Come in.”

I grab the nob and gently open the door. I’m not quite sure why I’m being so cautious. I’m not scared of Elijah by any means but I just have an uneasy feeling in my stomach. It’s been there since I saw him make his way up the stairs earlier. 

I open the door and step in. I glance around the dimly lit room, and a smell of leather, bourbon and something earthy fills my nose. 

“Elijah?”

“What, Y/n?”

I whip my head to see Elijah exiting from an adjoining room. His suit jacket is off and his white button up is rolled up at the elbows. I watch as he walks behind a dark wooden desk and sits down in a maroon leather chair. He grabs a glass bottle of some dark liquor and pours it into a glass. 

I continue to watch silently as he downs the glass in one go and then begins to pour himself another. 

“Are you alright?”

Elijah holds the glass in his hand as he leans back in his chair. For the first time tonight he finally meets my eye.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

His normally calm gaze his gone and replaced by a look I’ve never seen on him before. It unsettles me. I’m not sure if in a good way or bad.

“You left quite quickly,’’ I say softly. 

Elijah is silent for a moment, giving me more time to glance around his room. Dark wooden bookshelves line the walls from corner to corner, filled with hundreds of books that appear to be of all ages. A grand stone fireplace is at the forefront of the room, and a small couch is planted in front of it, and a king-size bed with dark blue bedding is to my left. All of it is so him. So, Elijah.

“Hmm.”

Elijah’s hum almost sounds sarcastic, which makes me raise an eyebrow at him. 

“What?”

Elijah looks back towards his drink and mixes it, “How's your burn?”

I eye the red burnt skin on my arm and then slit my eyes at Elijah.

“It’s fine. Why do you ask?” 

My answer seems to have amused Elijah because he huffs out a laugh and then downs the rest of his drink. 

He puts the glass back down so hard I’m surprised it didn’t shatter.

“Why do I ask? Why did I ask?!” 

Elijah runs a hand over his face and then undoes the top two buttons of his shirt. He stands up from his chair and places his hands atop his desk and stares at me. His dark brown eyes are black in this light and I notice the frantic ticking in his jaw. 

Oh.

He’s pissed. 

“Elijah…did I do something to make you mad?”

I take a small step into the room and Elijah’s eyes mark every move I make. With Klaus there were many moments where I felt like the prey and he the predator, but never with Elijah. Not until now. Something about the way his left index finger keeps tapping his desk, his clenched jaw, and his dark eyes make me feel like he could pounce at any moment and I wouldn’t be able to do anything. 

“Did you?”

Again his reply comes out almost mocking and if I weren’t dealing with a ticking time bomb right now I’d probably yell at this bitch.

“Elijah, if I did something to make you upset I need to know what that thing is before I can apologize,” I try to reason with him as I take another cautious step forward.

Elijah tilts his head, “And if I said I didn’t want your apologies?”

Ok. Now I’m getting annoyed.

I shrug, “Then I can just leave you to be in your mood and we can talk tomorrow when you want to discuss things like adults.”

Elijah’s lips twitch into a dark smirk, “Like adults? Really? And who exactly here is an adult? You?”

I frown at Elijah’s tone, it’s something cruelly sarcastic and for the first time since meeting Elijah I realize I’ve never seen him this unnerving. And I’ve literally watched him murder people. 

“Why are you being like this?”

Elijah moves his hands off his desk, stands to his full height, and begins to move from behind his desk. I watch with bated breath as he comes around the desk to stand in front of it. He leans back against it, using his arms to hold himself up and places his right leg over his left. If someone were to walk in right now, it would almost appear that he was relaxed or casual, but as soon as they’d notice the gleam in his dark eyes, they knew they’d have been mistaken. 

“Come here,” He says simply. 

I furrow my eyebrows and shake my head, “What? No. You don’t get to just beckon me after being rude.”

“Y/n, come.”

His tone leaves no room for argument so I do what he says. God I’m a little bitch. 

I take a few steps forward and eye the man in front of me, Elijah watches my every move like a hawk.

I stamp my feet into the ground and pretend to bow, “Happy now.”

Elijah narrows his eyes, “Don’t be a brat.”

I choke on my words at the tone he uses to say “Brat.” God Damnit. Wait.

Am I turned on right now?

No. 

No?

Definitely not. 

I think…

“I am not a brat,” I counter.

Elijah raises an eyebrow and then raises his hand and uses his index finger to call me closer.

“No. If you want to be fucking face to face you come over here,” I finally stand my ground. 

Not thinking he would actually listen to me, you could imagine my surprise when he pushes himself off the desk and practically stalks towards me. My mind pretty much goes blank as he comes to stand so close, the tips of our shoes are touching. 

We’re both silent as we stare back at one another. Or more so I slightly glare at him while he accesses me.

“Do you know how irresponsible you were tonight?”

I frown, “Excuse me? What the fuck do you mean irresponsible?”

“I think it would be in your best interest right now if you watched that mouth of yours. I’m already fighting back every thought in my mind to not punish you for the actions you’ve made tonight. Those nasty words coming out of your mouth are not easing any of those thoughts.”

Punish me? Who the fuck is this guy and where is my sweet blushing Elijah?!

“Elijah dude, I think you just need to chill out, alright?”

Elijah’s upper lip twitches and I realize I’ve said the wrong thing.

“Number one, Gemæcca, I am not your dude. So stop referring to me as such, and number two, I will not “chill out” especially after how childish you acted tonight.”

Alright fuck this guy. 

Oh, I’m sure you want to freak. 

Shut up!

“Is this about the fire? Is this why you’re being such a dick right now?”

My language seems to piss Elijah off even more, “I’m being a “dick” right now because my mate seems to have no sense of self preservation or thought.”

I clench my hand over and over again to not start throwing punches with this bitch. 

“What did you just say to me,” I bite out.

“I said I was done with dealing with you, just throwing yourself into stupid and idiotic situations when your life is too fragile. Niklaus may get proud and turned on enough to swallow your tongue in our foyer at the thought of you putting yourself into danger like you did tonight,” Elijah leans down so our faces are a mere few inches apart, “But I assure you, I do not.”

Oh so he heard that. Oops. 

“Well, maybe I let Klaus stick his tongue down my throat because unlike you he doesn’t treat me like a child, Elijah. Ever think of that?”

Elijah narrows his eyes at me, “I do not think of you as a child. But, when you make childish decisions that put you into harm's way-”

“I can make my own decisions, Elijah!”

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you always fucking should!”

Elijah’s booming voice shocks me and makes me step back. 

He must’ve realized he went too far because his face drops slightly, and he rubs his hand over his face again. 

“Elskan I-”

“No, Elijah, don’t apologize. I should be the one apologizing to you, how sorry I am that you had to end up with such a childish annoyance as a mate. Sad and poor Elijah,” I fake a frown and then go back to glaring at the man. 

Elijah’s face darkens and he closes the gap between us and before I can react his hand is grabbing my lower face, “Your existence has never and will never be an annoyance to me. Do you understand that, Y/n? Never. Do you not realize the decisions you make don’t just affect you but everyone around you? If something were to happen to you, if you were to,” He releases a harsh breath, “If you were to die, do you not understand the pain and ruin you would be leaving behind? What of Theo? What of your friends? What of Klaus or I?”

Elijah uses both of his hands to push my face closer to his, “Y/n, I need you to understand this, if you were to perish…I would not survive it,” Elijah clenches his jaw and shakes his head as if just the thought of me dying is too much for him to bear, “Do you know I’ve already decided what I would do if something were to happen to you? I would make my brother dagger me in my heart and put me out of my bloody misery because leaving in my mind and being cursed by that bloody dagger until the end of time would still be an easier burden to bear than having to wake up every morning knowing that I would never lay eyes on the love of my life ever again.”

I don’t even realize I’m crying until Elijah’s thumb brushes away a stray tear.

“So yes I am mad, Y/n. I am enraged that you do not realize that every fleeting decision you make, every wound you collect,” He grabs my arm and makes me look at my burnt skin, “Isn’t the most horrifying thing to me. When I saw you walk in smelling like smoke, and burnt skin, I couldn’t bear it. I can’t bear it. Never in a thousand years have I felt the type of pain you bring me.”

I stare wide-eyed at Elijah and don’t speak. I don’t speak because I truly, for the first time in my entire life, have no idea what to say.

Elijah must realize this because after a moment of silence, he leans down and places a soft kiss right next to my lips, he leans back slightly and looks at me, and I lean back into him. Elijah leans down again but this time kisses my lips. He leans back after a moment with a clenched jaw. 

“You smell like my brother.”

I reach my hand up and run it along his face, “Then make me smell like you.”

*start of smut*

In a flash my body is moved so my back is pressed to Elijah’s front and his mouth is attached to my throat. I release a low moan as Elijah's teeth graze my neck and I angle my head so he can have better access. He takes this opportunity to run his tongue along my throat and this is when I feel his sharp canines graze my skin.

“You can,” I turn my head to look at him, which was honestly a mistake because the crazed look in his eyes is making me feel things I don’t even think I felt while reading Fifty Shades. 

Elijah shakes his head, “Did I not just talk to you about wounds?”

I shake my head, “You can heal me after, do it Elijah. I want you to.”

Dark veins appear under Elijah’s eyes and I reach out to run my finger over them, making Elijah release a low groan. Elijah pulls me in by my hair and smashes his lips to mine. A fast movement later and Elijah has his hands on my ass and my legs are wrapped around his neck as he carries me to his desk. 

His mouth is still on mine as he swipes a hand over his desk and everything on it goes flying off. I hear glass breaking, which turns my attention, and I go to say something, but Elijah sucking and kssing my neck makes my mind go blank.

“Holy fuck,” I feel myself clench my legs together but am blocked by Elijah’s frame.

I feel Elijah’s smirk before I hear it, “Language, Elskan, or I’ll stop.”

“Oh God, please don’t.”

Elijah places another kiss to my neck before looking back up to me. It takes me only a moment to realize he’s checking to see if I’m alright.

“I said you could, Lijah” I stretch my neck so he has more room.

Elijah slowly nods his head and begins to press more gentle kisses to my neck but as I feel his fangs graze my neck, I release a deep breath. Not another second goes by before I’m closing my eyes in pain, from the sharp searing in my neck. I release a shaky breath but oddly enough the pain starts to change into…something more pleasurable after a moment. Don’t get me wrong it still hurts like a bitch but with the mix of Elijah’s sucking, his toungue cleaning the wound, and his hands: which have now found themselves massaging my underwear line, all of it is so…fucking good.

Elijah licks up my neck once more before standing back and staring at me.  I feel a cold liquid run down my neck and I watch as a line of dark crimson blood flows from my neck down over my chest and through the valley of my breasts, staining my white pajama top. And holy fuck I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.

I look up to Elijah…I stand corrected. The blood was the second hottest thing, because the look on Elijah’s face right now, a look of pure depravity, is definitely the hottest thing that I have ever laid my eyes on. 

“Poetry was created to describe women that look like you.”

Elijah’s words come out rushed and breathless as he runs his eyes over my body, as if he can’t believe he’s seeing me like this. And honestly if you told me 20 minutes ago I’d be bleeding on Elijah’s desk all hot and bothered I’d laugh in your face. But right now all I want is this man between my legs and his lips on mine. 

Never thought I’d say those words either.  

Elijah takes a step towards me and but stops as he sniffs the air.

“What?”

Fuck right now would be a horrible time to forget deodorant. 

“You smell like gasoline,” Elijah says darkly.

“Oh…sorry.”

“Take your shirt off,” He takes a step forward and I notice the dark look he had on his face from before is back.

“Take my…”

“Your shirt. Take it off.”

Elijah’s words come out simple and harsh and without even thinking about it I grab the hem of my night shirt and pull it over my head and toss it behind me. 

“Good girl. Now the pants.” 

I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

“Excuse me? You do it,” I say bewildered.

Elijah quickly steps forward and within a second he fucking RIPS my sleep short into two leaving my sitting on his desk in my fucking bra and undies.

“Elijah, I meant you take off your pants!”

Elijah leans back and his eyes slowly make their way down my body and oddly enough I don’t feel an ounce of shame. Usually when it comes to my looks and body there's always that voice in the back of my head telling me that I’m too ugly or too much in some places but right now, right here with Elijah I don’t hear that voice. All I can focus on is the man before me who is looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

“I much prefer you without pants than myself,” Elijah remarks and I use my foot to push him slightly.

We stare at each other for a moment before Elijah gets a gleam in his eye and he leans down to press a soft kiss to my cheek. He then kisses my lips, then my neck, then the valley between my breasts taking the moment to swipe a finger over my blood and painting it across my chest, he then presses that hand onto my chest and pushes me so I’m laying flat on my back, I stare at the ceiling as I continue to feel Elijah plant kisses over my stomach. I feel his hand grab my ankle and I lean up on my elbows to watch as he places a chaste kiss to my inner ankle. 

“What are you doing,” I give him a tilt of my head, and a nervous smile.

Elijah smirks and I watch confused until he drops to his knees in front of me. 

Oh. 

OH!

“Elijah, what are you doing?”

A squeak leaves my mouth as Elijah grabs my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the desk. 

Elijah places a kiss to my inner thigh, “I want to show you just a fraction of how you make me feel. Can I?”

Fuck we love a man that asks for consent.

“I’ve never…I mean no one's ever…,” I gesture towards down there hoping he gets the idea and Elijah’s eyes darken. 

“I’ve guessed.”

I don’t really take offence to that because I quite literally scream “VIRGIN.”

“You don’t have to,” I shake my head. 

Elijah gives me a bewildered look, “Trust me, Elskan. The image of me between your legs is something that has haunted my greatest dreams and nightmares since the moment Rose-Marie brought you to me. This will be more of a gift to me than it will be to you. I give you my word.”

All I do is nod, because HOLY HELL.

“Words Elskan. I need words,” Elijah chastises.

“Yes. Um, yes, please.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Elijah’s mouth presses itself to my clothed core. 

“Holy shit!”

I throw my head back onto the desk as I feel Elijah swipe his tongue over my core through my now very soaked underwear. I let out a sound I didn’t even know I could release as I feel Elijah’s tongue take one more swipe, starting from my clit to my hole. 

I loud snap and a wave of cold air against my cunt makes me realize Elijah just ripped another piece of my clothing. I go to chastise him, but go fucking blank in the mind as I feel Elijah finger run itself through my folds. 

“Oh fuck, Elijah,” I breathe out through shallowed breath.

“You’re doing so good, Elskan. Smell so fucking sweet. I bet you taste even sweeter.”

Elijah’s words only make me close my eyes and pray that any of my dead ancestors are not watching this sinful act.

Like he’s been starved his entire fucking life Elijah dives his head into my core and swipes his tongue everywhere. 

My eyes roll to the back of my head.

“I was right,” I hear Elijah say to himself, “Just like nectar.”

Elijah doesn’t give me a second to adjust because the next thing I feel is his thick finger enter my throbbing hole. 

“So tight, so perfect,” Elijah says as he massages my inside with his finger and- 

“OH FUCK!”

Elijah’s finger curls inside me and if every Smutty book I’ve read is true then I’m pretty sure he just hit that spot. 

Elijah fucking chuckles! And then dares to enter another finger. I let out a breath of pain at the sudden tightness but release a breath of pleasure as Elijah leans down and begins sucking on my clit. 

A tight feeling builds in my lower gut and I feel like I can’t breathe.

“Elijah…I-”

“Let go for me Elskan, I want to see you cum on my fingers.”

Elijah’s nasty mouth, literally, is all I needed to hear before an unbearable wave of pleasure flows through me and I feel my whole body tighten.

“Elijah!”

I throw my head back onto the desk in exhaustion as my lungs fight for breath.

I feel Elijah presses a soft kiss to my center, making me squirm from sensitivity. 

“You did so well, My love.”

*End of smut*

I absentmindedly nod as I feel Elijah pick me up bridal style. I open my eyes as Elijah places me carefully on my two shaking feet. He presses a soft kiss to the side of my face before walking over to a white claw foot tub. Oh. We’re in his bathroom. 

I watch half naked and kind of self-conscious now as Elijah turns the tub on, and adds soap, making the water bubble up. 

“Come,” He reaches out his hand for me to take and I fight the urge to crack a joke at his words. He gives me a look which I’m guessing means he already knew I was going to tell a joke. I take his hand and slowly dip down into the warm water.

A low hiss escapes my mouth as my core touches the water and I feel a sharp pain. 

“You might be sore for a little while,” Elijah comments as he comes to sit beside me. He reaches his hand to the latch of my bra and I nod giving him the okay to take it off. As he slides the bra straps down my arms, he places feather like kisses to my shoulder. 

“Was I too rough,” His words come out hushes as if he’s afraid of my answer. 

I shake my head, “No,” I lean down into the water so the bubbles come up to my upper chest, “You were good.”

Elijah chuckles, “Just good?”

I shrug playfully, “I’d give you a good 7.5.”

Elijah lets out a loud laugh, “Oh really? I must have misheard you because I thought I heard you scream out my name over half a dozen times. My mistake.”

I use a sud-covered hand to shove him. 

“How is it that I’m completely naked and you’re still dressed in head to toe Versace?”

Elijah shrugs, “Is that a problem?”

I lean forward and start undoing his buttons, “You could at least lose the button up.”

Elijah smirks but still agrees as he undoes his top leaving him in a wife beater.

Elijah takes a glass from beside him and fills it up with water before pouring it over my hair. I lay back and close my eyes as Elijah makes work with shampooing my hair, his fingers massaging circles into my scalp.

“Feels. So. Good.”

—

My eyes open briefly as I feel myself being carried again.

I look around confused for a moment before I hear Elijah’s voice.

“Go back to sleep, Elskan. Everything’s alright. I’m right here.”

Hmm. 

I like the sound of that. 

[despressoslatte]

not the zoey you wanted (seven)

pairing: zach maclaren x female reader!

summary: you waited all weekend for your boyfriend, Zach, to call or text, anything, to explain why he had just went and ghosted you when you were supposed to go with him on a family ski trip to meet his parents, his sister Avery, and his cousin, Miles.

content warnings: angst; victims of catfishing; miscommunication trope

a/n: so so sorry this came so late!! First it was the holidays, then near year, and then LA is (still) on fire and I live right by the Eaton fire soo…. Anywho here’s more of our fav Zach & Y/N!!

Masterlist | <  part six | waitlist is closed

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“Go on a ski trip with me.”

“What?”

Not what you were expecting to hear when you had texted Zach asking if he had time to talk. You stood outside of his apartment, and when he swung the door open, you didn’t even get the chance to get a single word in before he was asking you to go on a ski trip with him. You were going to ask him if he was busy this weekend, but it appears he was. And that he wanted you to be busy with him.

“Go on a ski trip with me,” he repeated, a small little smile on his face and that little chuckle of his following.

“That went horribly the last time you asked me that, Zach,” you softly shook your head, but the way he was smiling made it impossible not to smile back.

“This weekend… we’ll go, we’ll have a do-over,” he implored you, reaching out to grab your hands, determination inked into every line on his face. “You and me.”

A ski trip… just you and him? You wouldn’t loved going with his family, getting to meet all of them finally, but of course, that went horribly the last time it was attempted. But Bree was right that you and him needed to figure things out, the two of you. You just needed to know that it really was you he wanted, unable to get the thought of him falling for Zoey out of your head no matter how many times you’d tried.

Probably didn’t help that you had to sadly see her everyday.

Yeah, maybe a break from campus and just some time with Zach would make this better. Maybe taking time to think is why you keep thinking the worst.

“That sounds like a lot of money…” you said back.

He squinted his eyes at you, letting out an exasperated, “Wh-wha… that… that’s your main concern right now?” 

“I did buy some new snow gear that would go to waste if we didn’t go…” you trail off, holding his hands back and squeezing.

But his small smile got bigger when he heard thta. “...Ski trip…?”

“Fine,” you whispered, nodding your head. “Ski trip.”

He tugged you in for a hug, the two of you still standing halfway in and out of his apartment, before he even remembered why you were there.

“What did you wanna talk to me about?” he asked, pulling away from you.

“Well, I was gonna ask if you wanted to go out this weekend, but you sprung this whole ski trip thingy on me instead…” you shrugged playfully, and he just chuckled.

“You were gonna ask me on a date?” he teased.

“To get coffee…” you exaggerated the word with a roll of your eyes.

“Coffee dates have always been your favorite, baby,” he pointed out. “You can take me out to coffee before we head out, how’s that sound?”

“Who I’m taking you out for said coffee?”

“You were the one who asked me out.”

“You got jokes tonight, MacLaren,” you pointed out.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, tucking you in under his chest and letting out a sigh of relief. “Gotta remind you of all my good qualities if Imma get my girl back.”

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You opened the passenger seat to Zach’s car as he waited on the street in front of your building, throwing your weekend bag into the backseat, and then you glanced down at the cup holder’s of his car.

Your favorite drink from your favorite coffee shop sat there next to his and two toasted croissants, a cute little pick up line written on the lid of yours.

Something he used to do pretty often.

“I thought I was taking you out for coffee?” you teased him as you picked up the cup to take a sip.

“Maybe when we’re at the ski lodge,” he shrugged as he pulled back onto the street, only glancing at you for a second before looking solely on the street. “Wanted to see that look on your face again.”

“What look?” you asked.

“The one when you’re reading the new note on the lid,” he shrugged, trying to be nonchalant. Zach MacLaren was anything but nonchalantly. The grin he could never get down was proof of it.

“Wait, so… we’re staying at the actual ski lodge?” you asked as one of your favorite songs started playing softly in the background.

He was playing his Y/N Playlist. Oh, how this boy is pulling out all the stops for you.

“Yeah, I thought you’d prefer being able to crash after and not have to sit through a drive back if I rented a cabin, plus the room being on the third floor so that means you get all your cute little views,” he nodded, looking at you when he stopped at a red light. “Why, did you not want to?”

“No, that sounds lovely,” you said with a soft shake of your head.

And you definitely didn’t want to be staying at the cabin that he caught feelings for Zoey at. 

You pick up one of the croissants, pulling back the little wrapping bag over it, but hold it out towards Zach. With most of his attention on the road but the tiniest bit of his periphery on you, he leaned over to be able to take a bite. You laughed when the flakes got all over his cheek.

And it felt nice. Right. Like being in his passenger seat laughing is where you should always be.

About two and a half hours until the ski lodge, you noted when you looked down at his GPS. Two and a half hours of just you and Zach, and then a whole weekend of just you and Zach.

You liked it when it was just you and Zach.

ᯓ⟢i will be putting the taglit in the replies from now on hoping that works better! please let me know if it did or didn't tag you <3

[just-jordie-things]

spidermanmegumi x reader kissessssss plsssss

HEARD !! ___

megumi often comes to visit you when he's done with his patrol. and you're always quick to meet him at your window. he barely gets out a "hey, sweetheart" before you're lifting up the edge of his mask and kissing him square on the mouth. it's practically an attack, the way you fly over to him. he teased you about it when you first started greeting him this way... but eventually he realized there's no other way he'd like to be greeted so he started keeping his comments to himself.

(old habits die hard, he can't help but tease you for every thing you do)

what he finds most interesting about it though? the way you never take his mask all the way off when you kiss him. you bunch it up in your hands, shove it just over his nose, but never further. at first he thought you were in too much of a rush to kiss him that you didn't bother with it. but after enough times... he was certain it had to be purposeful.

so now his question was just: why? was it a mask thing? did you have a mask thing? it might make him a little smug at first, but he couldn't be too surprised. you did admit to crushing on spiderman before you actually knew him. maybe that crush never really went away?

he doesn't want to mess up a good thing- he quite likes to be greeted by your insatiable need to kiss him hello- but his mouth gets in the way. (lol)

"sweetheart," he'll probably regret gently pushing back your shoulders until your lips detach from his. you already have a little disappointed knot between your brows when your eyes open. "you ever think maybe i could take the mask all the way off first?"

the disappointment doesn't linger, as it's quickly replaced by your brightened features.

"how come?" you ask, and he should've picked up on the playfulness in your tone, but it's hard to focus on anything when you're looking at him the way that you are.

"well... i'd like to get a decent look at you" he says, and he thinks he's so smooth too, smirking just a little bit at his own words.

you giggle. his smirk doesn't last long.

"you can't see through your 'lil eye thingies?" you ask, squinting at the design of his mask as though you were able to see through the finely crafted mesh.

"of course i can see through the- that's not the point," megumi huffs, realizing a bit too late that you were in one of your playful moods. he wanted a real answer, he couldn't get wrapped up in the banter. "sweetheart... do you have... a thing... for the mask?"

you blink, eyes wide and lips parted in your surprise at his ask. megumi's sure that he's figured you out, that's what it was all this time. it wasn't carelessness, it was a kink!

and then you're laughing again, and megumi thinks he's never won a conversation with you. (this is another realization that's come to him too late. perhaps by a few years)

"you been wonderin' that for a while?" you ask, draping your arms over his shoulders and linking your hands together before he could try to escape you. "you think i have a mask kink?" you can't help but laugh a little bit more when you say it. but the part of his face you can see, you can see that he's beginning to blush, and you decide to put him out of his misery. "gumi, i like to kiss you like this because it makes me feel a little nostalgic, s'all" you admit.

"nostalgic?" megumi repeats, confused.

"yeah," you shrug your shoulders with a sweet smile. "reminds me of our first kiss," you say, before adding, "well, kisses"

megumi's certain you're the only person in the world who could get him to soften the way you do.

he feels a little ridiculous now. of course it was rooted in something more genuine than some little kink. it was sweet, really, that you think about your first kiss with him whenever you kiss him with the mask on. maybe he should make an effort to wear it more often, just to steal a few extra kisses throughout the day.

you purse your lips thoughtfully as you regard him, before adding on to your previous explanation.

"but now that i'm thinking about it, it is pretty hot, too"

yeah, he'll wear it more.

[hotrod-and-ride]

Rest, my love- you have enough time

Optimus doesn't know how to take it easy, so you show him how.

TFP!Optimus x Human!Reader fluff A/N: This was originally a self-insert thingy I made for my own pleasures but then I thought of sharing it with everyone else as a reader insert cause why not :DD enjoy!

"Optimus, have you seen my-"

You stop halfway into the room., tail flicking at the sight in front of you as the doors hissed open. Despite the uneventful days, Optimus had made himself occupied with work, slouched on his desk with data pads scattered on its surface. While it wasn't an unusual scene, he had been at his desk since you had left your shared berthroom earlier in the day. It was now late afternoon, the sun about to set.

Optimus hadn't heard you, too ingrained in his task. He's tense, by the way his chest plates seem to be pressing into itself with the way his shoulders were compressed. Even from afar, your ears could hear the cooling fans in his vents work themselves despite not overheating.

Whatever it was you were going to ask him for was completely set aside, the hybrids focus now onto your working lover.

"Oh darling," you sigh, eyes softening. You walk over to his side, pronouncing each step loud enough telling him you’re here. You make an effort to climb him (and even then, barely takes notice of you). You put a soft hand on his left shoulder and another one by the back of his neck cables. Your touch is soft, thumb rubbing back and forth against his plating. Optimus eases into the touch. You place a kiss on the side of his face. 

"Have you been here all day at your desk? This isn't good for you." You ask, concerned. "Things have been idle lately, you shouldn't be working yourself over this much."

Optimus leans back back with an ex-vent from his intake. "That is exactly the problem. Megatron and his disciples' lack of activity raises suspicions of his actions. I'm afraid if I do ignore this idleness, the Deceptions may make a move further into their plans." 

Optimus' admission of his thoughts both makes your heart ache and frustrated. For a mecha who's been alive for millennia, he sure does not know the signs of when to step back and take certain things as blessings.

You sigh. Men-like mecha and their stubbornness when it comes to leadership can be disheartening.

Despite the struggle, you make your way down onto the desk, minding the data pads on the desk- and firmly grabs hold of his face close by the sides of his helm. His optics widen slightly and whir at the sudden grip on his helm.

"Beloved," you start, staring back into his optics with fond annoyance and love, "I know being a leader means being vigilant of your responsibilities and your duties with the best of your capabilities. But sometimes, you have to take a deep breath and step back, and realize when too much is too much." At this, Optimus puts his servos gently over her hands, about to reply, but you don’t give him a chance. 

"Give yourself some credit and listen to your body- I can tell you're tired enough as it is. You've acted when you need to, and now it is time for you to rest. You've been given the clearest signs to take a break and you refuse to do so. So I'm asking you to please, stop slaving over your desk or so help me God I will drag you by the finials over to our berth." You say the last phrase with a breathy laugh, stroking your thumbs over his face plate with earnestness. He leans in to the touch, and you can't help but be reminded of a cat nuzzling itself into its owner. Optimus gently holds your hands with his servos, putting them closer to his derma to plant kisses over them.

"I suppose, if my sweetspark wishes for me to rest, then I shall," Optimus says. You beam at the compliance.

"But only if she does so with me." 

A smile grows on his derma, as does on your lips. You lift yourself on the tip of your toes, bumping your forehead against his, before kissing him there.

You chuckle, "Of course, my love, I gladly will." 

You hold him by a digit, asking him to follow you to the berth. He stands so,holding out a servo for you to stand on as he takes two steps towards the berth and lowers you down. Optimus sits by the edge, and waits for whatever you has planned. 

He watches in amusement as you arrange the multitude of pillows and blankets you’ve managed to collected on his berth, your brows furrowed in concentration and little noncommital sounds that escape from your breath. It never ceases to amaze him just how expressive humans can be. Once you nod to yourself you look back up at him, a pleased smile at your own work.

“Get smaller so I cuddle you, Oppy.” You make grabby hands at him and whine, fangs glinting in the light.

Optimus only laughs at your neediness and in a blink, he's only 5 feet taller than you, but still big in size. He carries you by the back of your thighs, while you cling to him with arms around his neck, into his chassis.

“Needy little thing,” Optimus teases, “This was your plan all along, wasn't it?” One of his servos glides across her back up and down, a soothing gesture.

“Maybe,” you confess, hiding a grin forming on your lips. "I miss spending time with you."

Optimus falters, for a moment, a feeling of guilt rising at the back of his vocalizer. His optical ridges furrow. He hadn't meant to neglect his sparkmate of his time. 

He lays you down on the berth, right next to him in the nest of pillows and blankets. He brings you in close for a hug, kissing you long and tender on your lips.

"I did not mean to forget you, sweetspark, nor neglect your needs," the sorry in his voice is palpably obvious.

"It's okay, Op, I understand, and I accept your apology," you give him a reassuring smile. "Now come here and cuddle with me." 

You reposition yourself so that you lean on a few pillows against the headboard, slightly raised. You spread your legs open and gestures for Optimus to fill the space between them.

"Come here darling. Lay on my stomach. Let me take care of my sweet, hard working Prime.”

The honeyed pet names make him preen, EM field alight with love-care-affection-tenderness. Optimus obliged, eagerly crawling into your lap and planting himself there, arms wrapped around your waist and helm against the plush of your chest. Then, after a moment, he's enveloped by your arms, legs firmly against his side, one leg wrapped around his waist. All at once he's surrounded by warmth and relaxation starts to seep into his cables.

Once you put her hands over his helm, slowly and gently stroking back and forth— he’s a goner. His cables and piston hisses at the release of pressure and he ex-vents at the beautiful sensation of being engulfed by the presence of his sparkmate. He can feel your voice humming through your skin.

"... I love you, my inamorata. Thank you, for giving me so much care."

"I love you too, my dear Prime." A soft kiss on his helm. 

“My darling Orion."

[stupidlittlespirit]

glad you’re feeling better!

would you be comfortable sharing a sneak peek of the next chapter 👀

if not I totally understand please prioritize your well being!

Listen, I don't have a chapter sneak peak for you BUT..... because I'm making you all wait so long for this next chapter and I feel bad, I'm gonna give you a small snack.

This is an unpublished thingy that I posted on a little discord server that I'm in and people liked it there so I figured you might enjoy it here. It is just a very short warm-up drabble that I did ages ago and never used again. It's a bit messy and stuff, but whatever. It's set during MtB but it isn't really anything to do with the series. Just a little snippet of life within it:

I Got It Bad (and that ain't good) Rating: NSFW (only slightly) Type: Drabble Tags: Kissing, implied sexual stuff. Very, very tiny inference to muses but meant in no certain way. No pronouns/body described. Word count: 1233

When he's feeling contemplative, Ford likes to play the piano.

He is, like so many other things he turns his attention to, wonderful at it. 

Ford likes jazz. He pretends he's a classical purist but you've found the record sleeves on the shelves near his desk, you’ve done a little snooping, and you know they rarely correspond to the vinyl inside. They're just for show. He plays it mainly in the evenings when he's treating himself to a glass of scotch; he'll listen to a particular artist (this week it's been an awful lot of Duke Ellington) and then recreate it on his own instrument. 

He'll start small. Just a slow, leisurely tinkling of the ivories as he finds his rhythm, and then he'll settle into his groove and flex yet another of his many skills as you listen from another room while you tidy up.

If you're especially lucky, he'll ask you to join him and give him feedback on it. 

He doesn't care about the feedback, of course, because he knows he's good and so does everyone else, and you're sure he's just using it as an opportunity to show off but you never mind. 

He has, in typical Ford fashion, always refuted your accusation: “I assure you, I certainly am not,” he'd said one evening with a knowing smile, as you'd watched from your seat beside him. “I merely know that you like jazz and I play because you listen,” and you'd felt such an intensely affectionate warmth bloom in your chest that you'd dropped the point immediately.

(And when he had added on a quiet: “Plus, I like the way you look at me when I do it,” and you'd made him hit a bum note when you’d leant up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then, well, who can blame you?) 

Your favourite thing to do, beyond simply enjoying the melodies, is to watch his hands and fingers as he works. 

He'd been a little apprehensive at first, once he had noticed, but you had been quick to reassure him that your interest was appreciative, if perhaps salacious, and not even close to judgemental. 

“Would you be uncomfortable if I took a video?” You ask one dark winter's evening, leaning against the piano’s top while you observe him. “Just for myself, I mean.” 

“Whatever for?” Ford responds without missing a beat of his metronome. 

He's going away soon. He and Stan set sail in two days time and it’s a long trip this time, which means for four months, four long, agonising months, you’ll be without him. It’s almost too much to bear and your heart feels like lead at the thought. 

“Because I’m going to miss you and I’d like to have something to remind me of you when I feel like shit,” you say. 

The corner of Ford’s mouth curls upward a fraction and he spares you a thinly veiled, heated glance, his cheeks turning pink. “I thought our plan was to give you plenty of reminders the night before….?” 

Your stomach flutters. 

“I’d like more than bruises, if you wouldn’t mind,” you say, biting down on a smile. 

Ford laughs under his breath and after a moment, says: “And it’s just for you? The video?” 

“Of course,” you reassure him. “I don’t have to, I just…. Your hands are my favourite part of you and I think about them, often.” 

Too often, some might say. 

Ford laughs again, a little louder this time. “Not my dashing good looks?” he teases. “Or my dazzling personality? You wound me, my dear.” 

You grin. “All of the above,” you say with a shrug. “But especially your hands.” 

“Is that so?” Ford says, taking one hand from the keys to pat the empty space beside him. “And what, pray tell, do you think about them?” 

You go where he asks, taking up a seat at his side obediently. “Lots of things.” 

“Such as….?” 

He’s fishing for compliments, you both know it, but does sound genuinely curious, too. 

“I think they’re the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen,” you say, giving him exactly what he wants. “And I think about how they fit in mine. I think about how they feel, how your thumb rubs over my knuckles when we hold hands and how your little finger does the same on the sides, you know, just because you can do that….”

“Anything else?” Ford asks, voice warm. 

You smile, eyes transfixed on the way his fingers tick across the ivory. “And…. I like to think about how you hold my thighs when you have your head between them. The way you hold onto my hips. How your fingers taste when you put them in my mouth.” 

Ford makes a soft sound, somewhere between a contented sigh and an aroused groan, and his hands falter momentarily before he restarts his playing. 

“Is that so?” he says, hoarse. 

“Mm,” you hum absentmindedly. Your head is full of those same thoughts right now, your mind’s eye blurred with the memories of Ford’s fingers climbing underneath your jeans and inching past your underwear. Of touching you so intimately that you have to press your thighs together slightly to sate the longing. 

Ford catches it. 

“You’re thinking about it right now,” he mutters, and his tone holds no question.

He’s stopped playing. His hands are frozen over the keys. 

“Aren’t you?” you answer, eyes still on them. 

Ford exhales slowly through his nose, shaky,  restrained. “I’m always thinking of you,” he says simply. 

You tear your eyes away to look up at him, only to find that his gaze is already on you. 

Ford’s eyes are molten, half-lidded and hot, and they flick down to your mouth and back up to your own. 

“You’re terrible,” he says, in such a way that it’s obvious he means it in the most complimentary context possible. “A terrible, terrible influence on an old man like me.” 

A smirk creeps onto your face. It’s always satisfying to see the effect you have on him. “I can leave, if you’d like me to. I have plenty to do and I-!” 

Ford pushes the stool back with one leg, your combined weights little more than a minor  inconvenience to him, and he hauls you into his lap before you can even finish the thought. 

You laugh, loud and bright, and fling your arms around his neck to hold on tightly to him and avoid sending you both to the floor in a heap. “Or not,” you concede. 

“Never,” agrees Ford, and then he’s kissing you. 

It’s slow and tender and white hot as always. 

You can feel his arousal press between your legs and it’s enough to make you smile against his mouth. 

“What a dirty old man you’ve become,” you say dramatically, nudging your nose against his. 

“I'm only what my muse makes of me,” Ford says raggedly. “And you are an awfully seductive force, you know….” 

“So I've been told,” you smile, one hand wandering below to palm him gently through his slacks. 

Ford groans, low and deep, and tilts his head back. “I'll make a deal with you,” he says quietly. “I swore off them a long time ago but just for you, just this once: if you keep doing that, I'll let you take footage of any fucking thing you like….” 

You grin. 

“Deal.” 

[prof-ramses]

There's a trailer for TADC episode 2

Let's just cut the shit, ratta-tat, pitter-patter and get this show on the road!!!!!

It looks to me like the adventure of the da will see the crew (minus Zooble, so screw me and the other Zooble fans, I guess) being taken to the candy castle town by and admittedly adorable gummiphant thingy. The last shot somewhat reminds me of Caine explaining what Gloinks are, so I can only assume the MPPEP syrup Bubble is presenting will be the mguffin of the adventure.

The gang will be provided with a candy truck for their quest, and Jax will be provided with a flintlicorice, because why not?

I'm honestly shocked Goose's love for Gummigoo didn't tip us off to him being evil, either way, it seems him and his 2 goons (one of which references Pizza Tower and is thus automatically a great character) will repeatedly try to stop our plucky performers from

We get 2 brief glimpses of Fudge Monster, who seems to have a hypnotic stare and is a good bit bigger than I expected.

Now for some misc. details.

Judging from the background, this might be Gummigoo finding himself in negative space in the code after the adventure he was made for is finished, which might build to something in future episodes.

I have no idea what's going on here, but it can't be good.

And lastly, when we see the May 3rd release date, Pomni specifically calls out that she was sent to a meat freezer, which makes me think episode 3 will be the one to take place at Spudsy's.

[esoogthegoose]

*Gasp,* I’m making an ISAT Musical? (just read the post skjdksjdk)

Look at This Post and @isatthemusical for new information!

So, I’ve considered the isat musical idea, and have decided I’m going to try and gather a bunch of sillies to SING AND HELP WRITE THE SONGS!!!! but in the mean time, here’s the general idea for each Act! I wouldn’t call them song names, but they are the temporary names so that I can remember what parts of the game go to which song

(All of those under cut, plus IMPORTANT NOTES AT THE BOTTOM)

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(Opening)

Again and Again and Again

(And since I’m going to make this one, for a little bit of an idea of what that MIGHT sound like (because I just started making these and plans may change as I compose each piece) is I’m thinking a melody based on the death theme at the beginning that transitions into a sort of 3/4 waltz version of the game’s title screen theme!)

(Act 1)

The Saviors of Vaugarde!

Our Journey So Far

Rock and Roll

(Act 2)

Welcome to the Show!

How can I Help You, Stardust?

En Haut, En Haut, En Haut!

Intermission

Give Me a Call!

Curtains

Encore!!!

(Act 3)

Again.

The Enemy

You’re Not The Star!

Say It… Say It… Say It…!

We Don’t Have To Fight Anymore.

Memory of Memories

(This, to be adapted to a musical, will have to be an odd, in-between combination of Acts 3 and 4 to include both Bonnie’s death and friend quests)

(Friend quests)

What it Means to Protect

Disconnect

Where we Were, What we’ve Become

Who You Want to Be

Our Family

In This Moment…

(Act 4ish)

Back To The Stage.

Let’s Hang, Stardust!

The Island.

Wish.

You’ll Be Going Back!!!

(Act 5)

Above All Else.

Just Trying to Help!!!

My Home

Labyrinth

You’ve Been Through This Before.

Power of Love

I Won’t Let You Go Home!

Tell Us, Tell Us, Tell Us!!!

(Act 6)

Our Journeys To Come

Familytale

How can You Help Me?

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IMPORTANT THINGIES??:

I WILL MAKE A DISCORD SERVER SOON!!!

THERE IS A POLL ON MY BLOG ABOUT CHOOSING A ROLE!!!

ALSO, I AM NOT PROFESSIONAL BY ANY MEANS!!!

ALSO ALSO!!! If you have any recommendations or like, parts of the game you think I should include (whether I have them already planned or not because this post doesn’t show everything) because YES!!! Any part(s) of the game or symbolism or ANYTHING you think would be good to include, I’d super appreciate a reblog or comment with it :3

And again these are just temporary names, I’d call them more “reminders” than anything, so yeah! I’ll probably start with trying to write the opening song, which is the first scene in the game where Loop makes that silly second wish.

[sunflowerandsunshinebaby]

Their girl, Part 2

TW: Minor self deprecation

Translations: Malysh - baby

Word Count: 1.4K Tags: @cryingatwindermerepeaks credit to her for the coven of chaos band idea!!! @helloomimi credit to her for the Psych professor wanda idea!! @aggies-little-duck

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt.7 Pt.8

Warning: As a reminder this is a SFW blog and this is a completely SFW series!! If you are NSFW or have MDNI in your bio then let me know if you have an agere side blog. If not please do not interact with my blog or this series!!!

You walk  in slowly not wanting to disturb Natasha’s wife or anyone else who might live here. After all, surely this house wasn’t just for two people? A woman walks in and she’s a few inches taller than Natasha, her hair up in a bun and she’s in dress pants but a loose red top. She blinks, evidently confused by your presence and you feel a pang of guilt. “Malysh this is y/n and her car had broken down in the storm” Natasha explains sliding past you to kiss the woman presumably her wife. You catch the use of ‘malysh’ again and again and wonder what it means.

“Hello ma’am” you murmur, avoiding eye contact with the taller woman. She tsks softly but doesn’t comment “My name is Wanda and it will be a pleasure to have you for dinner tonight” she says. Your eyes flick up and you feel a small ripple of  surprise at the warm smile on her face. Then you notice how nice her clothes are and Natasha’s are as well and feel self-conscious stirring staring down at your stained jeans and falling apart sweater “I need to change” You say abruptly “I’m gonna head back to my car.” “Oh no you’re not” Wanda said with a small scoff her tone leaving no room for argument.

You blink at her tone and she must’ve seen your confusion because she softened her tone “it’s freezing outside and raining. You’ve already walked here. Just borrow some of ours” she says, maintaining eye contact with you. Her green eyes are piercing and you fidget with your sleeves looking away and Natasha rests a warm hand on your back. She guides you to a room near the back of the house opening the door “come on sweetie” she murmurs and your stomach does flip flops at the pet name. She rummages through the closet grabbing an oversized gray sweatshirt and some leggings.

“These should both fit, go ahead and put them on” Natasha said leaving the room for privacy and you change into the leggings but examine the sweatshirt. It has ‘coven of chaos’ on it and tour dates on the back and you vaguely remember them being a band that popped up on the radio a few times.  You tug it on and then fold up your other clothes before catching a glimpse of their bookshelf seeing a book that said something regression but then Natasha was knocking and you snapped out of your stupor. 

You quickly open the door and walk out and Natasha smiles at the sight before gently taking your clothes and dropping them off in the laundry room. She then leads you to the dining room where Wanda has just served 3 bowls of some stew soup thingy and rolls and veggies. You sit across from the couple and stare at the food going to grab the spoon but Wanda speaks up “it’s hot y/n” she sounds amused “grab some veggies” Natasha ads and you stifle a huff. You do however grab some mixed veggies and put it on the small plate next to the bowl.

“So what is this?” You ask pointing at the soup stew looking thing “paprikash. It’s a chicken stew with a paprika sauce. It’s Sokovian” Wanda answers as she sips. “You just told me that was too hot” you grumble under your breath thinking it was quiet enough Natasha or wanda wouldn’t hear “care to repeat that?” Natasha said a hint of sternness in her tone and you freeze “no ma’am” you mumble finally. You stir the stew and take a sip and your eyes widen and you practically devour the bowl.

“Y/n is here for college” Natasha tells Wanda and you nod in agreement “oh really? What’s your major?” Wanda asks curiously an amused twinkle in her eye at how fast you ate the stew. “English” you answer with a small smile “but I’m taking a few l classes for fun. Like intro to psychology.” You say  naming the class you were most excited for. “The professor is supposed to be amazing” you add with a smile. “Oh really?” Wanda said and she was clearly having fun but you couldn’t tell why. “Mhm super nice. Maternal even” You  say with a shrug Natasha laughs softly and you blink “I am clearly missing something.” You state “I’m the psych professor” Wanda explains “professor Maximoff? That’s me” she says and your cheeks go hot “well this is a crap first impression” you groan.

Wanda cocks an eyebrow and frowns “and why do you say that?” She says and Natasha pauses her eating to watch the conversation. “Your wife just brought me home like I’m some lost puppy and now I’m eating your food in your clothes and I’ve been nothing but rude!!” You say your voice is growing slightly frantic. “Shh” Wanda cooed her voice growing softer and warm “first of all Natasha offered to bring you home second I enjoy cooking for others and I’m the one who said you should borrow clothes. And last but not least you have been a very very polite girl. Understand?” She holds eye contact with you until you nod. 

You eat the veggies staying quiet now as the couple talks and you realize you haven’t charged your phone “ma’am’s?” You say careful not wanting to interrupt. Natasha looked up and nodded “can I charge my phone? It’s dead and my used to be future landlord was supposed to contact me an hour ago” Natasha nods and takes your phone noticing the cracked screen and she frowns but plugs it into a nearby charger. “Used to be future?” She questions and you nod feeling shame well up in your chest “I uh had an apartment all signed and ready to move into but something happened to the building so I have nowhere to live while I stay for college” you explain avoiding their eyes. 

Natasha scowls “that’s not good y/n” she says and you frown back “I’m aware” you say a hint of temper entering your tone. She raises an eyebrow and you sink back into your chair muttering an apology. “Why don’t you stay with us?” Wanda offers abruptly and your head snaps to her. And then to Natasha who simply smiles “sounds fine to me” she says and continues eating. Wanda rolled her eyes but shifted back to you “it’s practical. I’m one of your professors so I can make sure you’re on track and on top of your work as well as not overworking yourself. We live close to the campus and Natasha and I combined make more than enough income to provide for a third person.” She says so simply as if it’s nothing. 

You’re blown away by their generosity “I- I don’t know you though” you protest weakly as if they haven’t been anything but kind. “That’s true” Natasha concedes “but we would love to get to know you and you can move out at any time. As well as tell us if anything ever becomes uncomfortable for you” she adds and Wanda nods in agreement. “And how much would I have to pay?” You ask, waiting for the catch and you let out a small yawn. Wanda stares and then laughs “sweetie you’re a freshman in college in a new town. We don’t expect you to pay. All we’ll ask is that you do some chores and help out around the house as well as obey the house rules.” Wanda says and you stare thinking it’s too good to be true.

“We will go over everything in the morning because I think someone’s sleepy” Natasha said a little teasingly and Wanda chuckled and you simply nodded. “I’ll take her to the guest room if you clean up halfway and then we can watch a movie?” Wanda offers her wife and Natasha laughs “of course love” she kisses her cheek and squeezes your arm. Wanda leads you to the guest bedroom “feel free to make yourself at home. The bathroom is fully stocked with everything you might need and the closet in here should be as well. Feel free to come into Natasha’s and mine room should you need anything” she adds and you nod “yes ma’am. Thank you” she nods and gives you a warm smile before clicking the door shut behind her. You climb into bed and don’t even have time to consider the offer before you’re fast asleep.

[krems-chair]

I would give all my critiques (this is a lie) back if at the end of Veilguard we had found out in an extra extra post-Marvel credits scene that it's just been Sandal playing with figurines on the Skyhold war table's map of Thedas all Civil War Buff Dad style.

I wasn't going to do this because everyone deserves to rationalize Veilguard however works best for them, but in the wake of that hilariously dismal end-of-times IGN interview and AMA, I thought I'd share how my best friend and I decided to view Veilguard. Everything below is taken from probably a fifteen minute text conversation we had working through our disappointment together, but by the end we both felt way better about the game.

Picture this. You reach the climax of the game, Solas has freed himself from the fade and is getting ready to cast a really powerful spell and suddenly, out of nowhere, he just gets squished flat and then it immediately cuts to Bodahn in a little fire-lit room saying "Oh Sandal, you crushed another one of the pieces?"

Varric is sitting there alive, well, and BLONDE, and has been playing the whole game with Sandal and says "the kid's got a great imagination." They're all in the home of the Inquisitor.

So how do we get here, you might ask?

*drumroll*

Actually wait no I fear this is going to be long so I'll put a divider thingy in.

So hear me out.

We'll go a year or so after Trespasser. The inquisitor is going through it. Skyhold is still theirs to command because sure everyone and their mother's mother was mad at the Inquisition for taking care of business, but what are you going to do, take their home away? Not if any of the Inquisitor's fiercely loyal friends have anything to say about it (I'm sure Josephine had something worked out to get a title locked down after there being so much uncertainty at Haven, anyway).

So it's become a home base once more, regardless of how intact the inquisition is or isn't under Divine Victoria. Agents are always going in and out, the murals in the rotunda serve as an ever-present reminder of the mission at hand, and Varric visits regularly from Kirkwall to touch base. On one such visit, Bodahn and Sandal accompany him, because they heard there might be a need for enchantments (BOOM).

One night everyone ends up around the map because it's been a rougher week than usual and a game of wicked grace at the tavern just isn't enough, they've gotta treat this like an overdue group project and pull an all-nighter to get SOMEWHERE on tracking down Solas.

Enter Sandal. He's bored, no one is asking him to enchant anything, and Dagna isn't around for them to talk shop (engage in probably illegal/definitely unsafe experiments). And there, amidst the pile of clutter the team has been using when they need to add a new piece to the war table, is a Rook chess piece.

He's seen one before, of course. Varric used to try and teach it to him back in Kirkwall, and Sandal was good in the way that new chess players who go full chaos mode are stellar at driving experienced chess players crazy. His win streak is no joke. So he grabs it, tries to lighten the mood around the war table because no one in a bad mood is going to be requesting enchantments any time soon, and suddenly the tension that's been building up for months starts to ease just a little.

Eventually, everyone gets involved. Much like any great D&D campaign, they fit time in for the adventures of Rook & co in between skrimishes, secret missions, and stressful planning sessions, but that just enables more people to have input.

The Chargers keep making suggestions of all the missions Rook should go on when they pass through, but these all end up becoming Neve's cases.

Bellara was made up by Cassandra who stopped by for a visit from rebuilding the Seekers/wearing her big hat and she was too busy to give anything substantial, but she went with what she knows: a character who loves romance and has a dead brother.

Sera doesn't have the attention span to get too in-depth with it, but she does doodle all over the map of Thedas and add some much needed commentary as the Rook piece moves across it. She also INSISTS that the villains of the story be old and elfy, because they don't get enough representation as villains.

Lucanis loving coffee/it being 75% of his lines comes exclusively from the fact that on the nights they get too invested to stop it's the only thing that keeps them going and he became the character that embodies that particular struggle.

There are so many enchantments Rook can take advantage of because Sandal keeps thinking of new ones he can test with Dagna when she's next around.

Speaking of Sandal again, he tried to kill Varric off in the beginning because he was putting on his author hat and over-narrating. Varric was of course like "wait no why did you kill me I wanted to be part of this" so he keeps interjecting as himself and everyone else is like "shhh you're dead." They only indulge him when they conclude what feels like a major plot point and need someone with an understanding of narrative and pacing to tie all the threads together or give them an idea of where to go next.

The Inquisitor struggles to get into it sometimes because they feel like the weight of the world is on their shoulders yet again. Occasionally, they'll sighs heavily and insert their game piece onto the board (Blackwall carved it, so it's as close s a completely different style can be to their true likeness) to be like "so anyways, THESE are the problems happening in Southern Thedas, in case anyone forgot" only for their message crystal to light up and Dorian's voice to filter through.

"I hear you're working on an astounding number of hypotheticals. Do you think it would be feasible to form an undercover group that works to liberate slaves?"

And then suddenly they spend the rest of the night working through how effective such an organization might be (through Rook's eyes, of course), but because Dorian isn't there to stop them they give him an insane new hairstyle and mention it every time they're giving a description of the Shadow Dragon leader. He is horrified.

Harding gets to be a self-insert because everyone unilaterally agrees that a fictional scout wouldn't hold a candle to her skill level. All the not fleshed out dwarven plot points come from their scrambled theorizing, but it does inspire her to look deeper into the mysterious Kal-Sharok during her real travels.

The reason Morrigan acts so out of character is because they're all like "we have no fucking idea what she gets up to when she isn't saving the world, but we know she'd be there in some capacity."

Leliana is busy busy busy but when she hears about what they're doing and that Morrigan is involved, she finds the time to send a letter saying "let's give her different hair :)"

When Morrigan finds out she brings Kieran for a visit (he missed all of his friends at Skyhold anyway) and is like "seems a most inconvenient waste of time..." and then finds out Leliana is the reason her game piece looks crazy and is like...make a character who is nosy and up in everyone's business all the time but still super reserved and afraid to trust others. (Boom, hi Neve).

Kieran gets really into the story and is critical to designing Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain. "She has sooOOoO many arms!" he explains, miming it out over the sound of a muffled voice crystal shaking as Dorian yells "you could've killed me! You could have made me evil! But you made me UGLY?!"

Even the Inquisitor, exhausted as they are, still finds the time to check in and ask if brown-haired Varric is still dead. The answer is always yes.

They all have a good laugh about the idea of Treviso and Minrathous being full of zip lines, but how else are they going to get to the parts they actually care about?

Minrathous gets destroyed instead of Treviso because while they're deciding the stakes for Rook to be faced with, Fenris stops by to check in with Varric because he heard they might need to go to Tevinter. He takes one look at the board and goes "hanging bodies. Everywhere."

"Fenris, that means the venatori will take over."

"...this game is stupid anyway."

Iron Bull definitely said "this story needs a DRAGON HUNTER" so boom. Enter Taash. A Dorian that romanced him sighs heavily and decides to play along if only to get to spend more time with his amatus another way. He models a character after one of his favorite professors from when he was a child.

Solas looks so yassified because the Inquisitor's love interest (or Sera, if they're pining after the Dread Wolf himself) came by and threw his actual war table piece into the fire during a particularly rough evening after his agents thwarted them yet again. To replace him, they let Kieran draw on a spoon and add a new cursed detail every time he pulls some bullshit to try and cheer each other up.

Fenris goes back to Kirkwall and complains about the stupid game Varric is running instead of spending all of his time on saving the world. Merrill overhears and is like "oh! They're incorporating eluvians? That's nice!" until she hears about how many there are and her eye starts twitching.

Harding only dies because everyone over-celebrates when Rook finally gets a win over on the stuffed squid animal being used to represent Ghilan'ain and her game piece topples over. Varric insisted that it be canon because he's tired of being the only dead one.

Blackwall gets Sera to be a little more invested by promising they can make a character together, maybe an elven Grey Warden! She washes her hands of anything too dalish, even though Blackwall makes it clear that there's more to him than that, but insists he should have a loyal griffon friend in honor of his rocking toys.

It's one of the Inquisitor's fondest memories as they prepare to actually find Solas for real, and one of the only unifying threads keeping everyone sane.

[mypoisonedvine]

I’m gonna be honest I don’t even know if this is how you send one of those little request thingy but I couldn’t stop thinking about soft dom!William Killick teasing wife!reader in public/semi-public 🤭 honestly you could write anything and I’d go feral

oh you're so sick for this I love you omfg

warnings: SMUT!! GO AWAY MINORS!!, dom william being sweet but controlling/possessive, semi public stuff of course, a little choking, housewife kink and sliiiight misogyny (definitely period accurate but also in a horny way)

"You'd let me, wouldn't you?" he taunted. "You'd let me take you right here, show them all who you belong to... like a good little wife."

You shivered, nodding as he reached up with one hand to wrap his fingers around your neck-- but the other was still between your legs, under your dress, making you whimper and look anxiously around the corner in case someone walked in. You should've known he had an ulterior motive when he suggested throwing a dinner party... William liked to keep to himself, stay in with you-- he wasn't especially social. But clearly, he had a use for bringing all your friends here... he wanted an audience, it seemed.

"You'd let me bend you over right here?" he pressed again, petting you more roughly through your panties as you arched your back, pressing your shoulders against his chest as he whispered in your ear. "Claim you, breed you--?"

"Yes, yes," you panted, "I would, William, you know I would..."

"But do you want me to?" he smirked, kissing your neck until your knees nearly buckled.

You weren't sure how to answer that. Your heart was racing with nervousness and your gut seemed to sink even just imagining someone catching you two like this. And yet, it made heat pool between your legs-- it made you throb, more desperate for him than ever. You absolutely loved belonging to him, being his 'good little wife' as he called you so often-- and you loved having him for yourself as well, so it made you a little scared to imagine anyone seeing the intimate moments that you shared with him. But knowing that no one would deny it then-- that they would be so crudely convinced you were absolutely William's property? It was certainly a tempting offer.

"I-I don't think anyone would come to our dinner parties anymore," you choked out instead of a true answer, and his laugh made you whimper just from how deep and dark and lovely it sounded; he slipped his fingers inside your panties, finally, both of you groaning as his rough fingertips slid easily through your soaked folds.

"I think some of them would be eager to come back," he whispered, "I think some of those men would kill to see you getting fucked. Don't you see how they look at you?"

You shook your head, reaching down to hold onto William's wrist as rubbed your clit just a bit too harshly.

"They want you, darling," he growled, "but they can't have you. You're mine, my precious wife--"

"Yours," you agreed in a low moan, thighs quivering as he touched you exactly the way he knew would get you to the edge fastest every time-- you loved how he had your body memorized, expertly turning you into his desperate, needy pet whenever he wanted. He could act jealous all he wanted, but you knew he craved the attention you received just as much as he despised it. Some days he wanted to keep you locked up in the house and never let another man look at you, spoiling you with his own affection instead; other days, he wanted to take you out just to show you off, flaunting you as his prize... this was apparently one of those days.

"I can do whatever I please with you," he reminded you as you purred and rocked your hips, moaning in agreement. "You're my wife, this is my home-- if I want to take you here and now, I will. No one can stop me."

You still didn't really think he would do it, though; you gasped when he tugged your panties down suddenly, pulling up the bottom of your dress and pushing you down by your shoulders so you were bent over before him. "William!" you yelped, "what if someone--"

"They won't come looking unless they hear you," he warned, "so just try to keep quiet."

But he'd opened his trousers in a moment and shoved himself into you roughly-- his pace was sudden and ruthless, and you had no time to adjust and nothing to hold onto. You knew he was going to do his best to make you as loud as possible, probably even order you to shout his name... and you, being his good little wife, were going to obey.

[rhonuscorner]

Another ask for Dark Matter au, does the cestrae thing grow? Or it stays in that lenght forever, and is determined by genetics?. Also, is it seen as a beauty standards to have long or short cestrae? Can they change it if one doesn't like how their cestrae is?

(it took me a while to find out the name of their hair-not-hair-galaxi-thingy but alas here it is XD)

OOoooooooOooOooOOOOO! This is a fun one! Get ready for a lore dump with lotsa alien words! 👀

The short answers are No. Yes. No. No.

Long answer under the cut.

OKAY SO.

Basically nebuterrans come in two types. Sun is an example of one, and Moon the other. They are not of two different sub-species, that's not a thing.

Whether a nebuterran is born as one or the other is solely dependent on one thing and one thing only, and for that we need to look at how they reproduce because it's a process that is unique to their planet.

I've mentioned before that their home world is very rich in natural precious resources like gems and ores, but also crystals. There's your regular crystals, pretty much the same as the ones we have on earth, but also a special sort of crystals referred to as dolicta (which is both singular and plural).

There are many different types of these dolicta with a wide range of colors and sizes and each type corresponds to a certain species (as mentioned before nebuterrans aren't the only ones with cestrae and velitt (the rays), there are animals with the same attributes and they all fall under the same umbrella, just like how we humans fall under the mammal umbrella).

A dolicta is actually a living organism and it relies on the species they're specific to, to create more dolicta. Similar to bees and flowers. The relationship is symbiotic.

For nebuterrans, their species of dolicta are a very deep, dark purple in color and stand a little taller than they do. They usually grow in clusters containing two to five dolicta each.

A dolicta serves as an incubator and this process ultimately results in more dolicta. More on that later.

In ye olden days, nebuterrans had to travel far and wide in search of these dolicta if they wanted to increase their numbers. The place where their Capital City now stands was actually the largest deposit of dolicta ever found, so the nebuterrans settled there and eventually figured out how to cultivate these dolicta instead of leaving things to chance. What was then meant to be a temporary settlement grew into the biggest city on their homeworld surrounded by farms, including a dolicta farm where these crystals are well looked after until they've matured and become ready for the next step.

When two nebuterrans pair up together as a couple and want to reproduce, they undergo a ceremony: isemii'dol. Both of them pick out a mature dolicta together, one that feels right to them both. There's gotta be a connection.

Isemii'dol itself basically means 'the combining of life's light'. Both nebuterrans take a piece of their own l'isi'vir (as a quick reminder, their inner light, what makes them glow, basically their life force) in their hands, combine it together and then imbue their chosen dolicta with it. The dolicta will then start pulsing with a vibrant purple glow, and this light will over time grow into a new nebuterran, safely protected within.

And now to actually answer your question lol. The moment a dolicta is imbued with the combined l'isi'vir of two nebuterrans is what dictates what the newborn nebuterran end up as and this has to do with the position of the sun and moon.

Where the Capital City is located, the sun (ser) and the moon (risvi) are almost always visible at the same time, but one will be stronger than the other depending on the time of day.

Our boy Sun is ser'asemi, or sun-born, which means that when his parents (for a lack of a better word) imbued the dolicta he hatched from, the light of the sun was stronger than the moon. These nebuterrans all have the large golden velitt and a short cestrae.

Moon on the other hand is risvi'asemi or, you guessed it, moon-born. In his case the light of the moon was stronger, so he got the smaller silver velitt and the fancy long cestrae.

It's literally a 50/50 chance.

Skin color has nothing to do with this btw, nebuterrans come in all kinds of colors regardless of what type they are.

Once a nebuterran hatches, the dolicta itself crumbles into dust leaving behind only its 'heart'. It looks like a shard and is extremely fragile but with the right care it can be buried like a seed and eventually grow into a new cluster of dolicta.

Sun, Moon and Eclipse all came from a single cluster containing three dolicta, though they were all born at very different times and to different pairs. This is why, despite neither of them having the same parents and there being no blood relation whatsoever (also not a thing with nebuterrans) they are still considered family. Siblings.

And that's your biology lesson on nebuterran reproduction!

[m3-kk]

TCF NOVEL SPOILERS- My TCF notes

Hmmm it’s been a minute since I posted any of my TCF notes about the chapters.. so here ya go! THIS US PART 2 SHAWTYS!!

Ch. 1- YESSS CHAPTER 1!! Not the Kings Palace going kaboom 😶 Cale needs to rest!!! Slacker chan!!!

Ch. 5- AHHHHHHHHHH LEE SOO HYUKKKKKKKK LETSS GOOOOO! BLACK HAWKK OOO

Ch. 6- His name is now Sui Khan 😮

Ch. 7- 🍪 Cookiess! So we have to travel different dimensions now? Cale needs a break 😭😭

Ch. 8- World with the white mages = Xiaolen Planet

Ch.9- YAY DIVINE ITEM MIRROR LAPTOP THINGY! We are definitely going to like the other worlds people evil smirk 😏

Ch. 10- HAH CALE HUNG UP ON DUKE FREDO LOL! Sooo Cale is a god. 😀

Ch. 12- Dead mana is purer AND Cale’s power is more efficient here? Interesting..

Ch. 13- Hey we have a spare world tree!

Ch. 15- Mary is registering as a candidate to be a necromancer empress GO MARY!

Ch. 16- AW HER FAKE NAME IS “Heni Wishrop” HENI STANDS FOR HENITUSE!

Everyone thinks our Mary is powerful hehe!

Ch. 21- Working with Zero & the 4th Prince for the Harmony test :D

Ch. 22- OOooo Black Rain 🌧️

Ch. 24- Now we actually need to kill those hunters. How dare they lay a finger on our family. Let’s flip them over immediately.

Ch. 25- Yay! Hong & On <3 Let’s go to the infected area! 2nd Princess?

Ch. 26- the 2nd imperial princess has been converted to Caleism hah m! Tree-bush monster ye fire, destruction, protection!

Ch. 27- Are you human? HAHAH CALEE

Ch. 28- That Marquis guy is smart. Cale really is acting like a purifier so funny!

Ch. 31- Blood Message! How scary!

Ch. 34- Attacking the bad guys >:]

Ch. 36- BURNNNNNNN 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Ch. 37- 50% power to get 2,500% as a result! SO EFFICIENTTTT WEEEEEE

Ch. 38- THE HUNTER WHO HUNTS HUNTERS! GO CALE SO POWERFUL HA!

Ch. 39- Cale.. not everyone is a super powerful ultimate other worldly being like you! I feel bad for Goldie Gramps 😭

Ch. 40- In Prison with the fam 😜

Ch. 41- We are going to loot!! Goldie Gramps is angry and that dragon is timid but crazy. I love our family! CHAOS LOVE

Ch. 42- DESTROY THE ESTATE MWAHAH

Ch. 43- So sad that we couldn’t loot 😭🥲

Ch. 44- Ooo Opening the safe 💰

Ch. 54- ooo revealing us to the empire?

Ch. 58- Choking? Reminds me of Adin

Ch. 63- HAH I KNEW IT THE FAKE WT IS STAYING YOOO

Ch. 64- INFOOO! Not the Patriarch blowing up that’s crazy! We could’ve gotten so much more info! But oh well! Five Colors ooo!

Ch. 65- HAHAH THE GOD OF DEATH IN THE GROUP CHAT HAHAH I LOVE HIMM HEHHEHE (I love this chapter)

Ch. 66- AWWW Chatting with fire of Purification in puppy form!

Ch. 67- This is so cute I’m glad we get a lil’ rest just chatting with the nice puppy ❤️ I love!!!

Ch. 69- Almost the end of this arc!

Ch. 71- HOME WITH THE MONEYYYYY

Ch. 73- Ron, Beacrox! I missed uuuu!

Ch. 75- Aw the Henituse Fam! Billos!

Ch. 76- You get a mine, you get a mine. EVERYONE GETSA MINE!!

Ch. 78- YOU HAVE BEEN PROMOTED YOU ARE NOW ONE OF MY ELITE EMPLOYEES!

Ch. 79- @CP we have a mommy on our side? Mummy’s boy emperor as well???

Ch. 81- CENTRAL PLAINS?! The sworn brother goodbye was cute.

Ch. 83- We meet CP’s clone?? Cutie??

Ch. 85- The disrespect! They can’t pronounce our Cale Henituse’s name!

Ch. 86- NEW NAMES LETSGOOO

Ch. 90- YOO we got a golden plaque!

Ch. 91- Cale ignores Toonka but not Roan!

Ch. 93- We found the living jiangshi!

Ch. 94- enlightenment is crazy****

Ch. 97- Talking with the Sword Sainttt

Ch. 100- Purification! Chapter 100!

Ch. 101- One word, blood. SHITTTTT NOO

Ch. 102- AWKWARD! Yay Choi Jung SOO

Ch. 106- LET HIM EATTTT

Ch. 108- So many ally’s yay !!!!

Ch. 112- We. Are. Going. To. EATT! (a elixir)

Ch. 113- 70% shield 53% water

Ch. 116- The Alliance leader is being bitchy SHOW EM’ WHOSE BOSS! (Roan misses Alberu)

Ch. 118- Don’t hurt our Cale! Please!

Ch. 119- Aw I love when Choi Han & Beacrox talk together about family

Ch. 121- Ah the god ole trash bastard days

Ch. 123- Green Forest Bastards try and mess with us?! Angry Cale! >:(

Ch. 124- OO Cale is the BOSS MAN

Ch. 127- 68% then 72% of fire!!

Ch. 128- Pfft Caleism has a poem now lol.

Ch. 129- HUHH Big complicated lore??

Ch. 131- WOAHH The Heavenly Demon is a smart cookie fr fr wow intelligent!

Ch. 135- The Left Guard is so cute awe

Ch. 136- Oh no the Heavenly Demon ain’t doing so good :[

Ch. 137- Helping out the HD again. Spy?

Ch. 139- Aw Choi Family spars. I love it

Ch. 141- HD is being healed yay

Ch. 142- I was so concerned about Cale the whole time! Bloody Battle

Ch. 146- (I hope everyone at home is ok)

Ch. 151- TALKING WITH ALBERU YAYAYAY

Ch. 152- Pinnacle Demon is poison crazy

Ch. 153- We going to destroy things now?

Ch. 154- YAY DESTRUCTION DESTROY

Ch. 155- FINALLY FLIP THINGS OVER KYA

Ch. 157- OO WATER AP FOUND SOMETHIN

Ch. 158- OMG DRAGON LORE?? YAHOO

Ch. 159- “Raon’s lackey” I got the chills!

Ch. 160- OOOooo I’m hooked! Dragons<3

Ch. 162- Oh DAMN! We got a mf jackpot! Water is 300 percent stronger than the OG. No blood shed! Dragons are great!

Ch. 163- HAHA LOOTING ANCIENT STUFF

Ch. 165- Scale+Crown+Crown=Red Crown

Ch. 169- Shit is going down! TSUNAMI!

Ch. 171- How dare she think to threaten us, she shall die by Choi Hans sword.

Ch. 176- Old man Baek describes Cale’s world and “reads” him

Ch. 183- I love that we can run wild!! 😜

Ch. 185- THE PRIESTESS the youngest daughter of Orsena!

Ch. 186- The Dominantung Aura

Ch. 187- Our little Han got stronger (I’m so fucking proud of him 🥲)

Ch. 188- We killed her.. Last words?

Ch. 189- The Formation Collapsed!

Ch. 190- Raon’s MC moment. (Cute bond)

Ch. 191- Using water AP to Max! Or not?

Ch. 192- the Punto Banhui and Tears💧

Ch. 195- You got games on your phone?

Ch. 196- Everyone wants Cale to be a god

Ch. 199- WE LEFT!!! NOW WE ARE HOMEE

Ch. 200- Awww so cute at Alberu’s casa

Ch. 201- That actually so funny 🤣

Ch. 202- Zoom Call with Ahn Roh Man talking about gamess. Similarities?

Ch. 206- Aw it been a bit since we chilled

Ch. 209- Speech ruined! (So every time Cale has to do a speech it’s interrupted)

[fuddsgf]

Tainted love – s. golbach

pairing:sam x fem! reader

warnings: none?

lower case intended maybe bad grammar mb 😔

not proofread | unedited!

“thank you have a nice day!” i said smiling at the elderly woman handing her the paper bag with her breakfast in it.

“next!” i said as i saw a teenage girl walk up to the register “hello what can i get for you today?” i asked politely “hi can i get a croissant with a latte?” said the timid girl with a smile “sure thing!”

“that’ll be $6.30” i smiled at the girl accepting the cash she was handing me “that’s a cool tattoo! when did you get it?” she said looking at my wrist.

a sad smile forming on my lips thinking about the back story of it “i got it on my eighteenth birthday my at the time boyfriend thought it would be a good idea so we got matching tattoos, mine as you can see has the moon shaded in and his had or if he still has it has the sun shaded in” i explained fully showing her my tattoo.

“could i maybe hear the story on how it all happened?” she asked softly afraid to push any buttons.

seeing as the cafe was nearly empty and no one was coming in anytime soon so i decided to tell her “well it was 2014 on my birthday, my at the time boyfriend thought it would be a good idea for us to get tattoos together since he was already eighteen we were both ‘legally’ allowed to get tattoos. we looked at the book thingy and we picked the moon and sun but the shaded one would match our personalities, he got the sun shaded since he like reminded me of a golden retriever in a way” i explained with a smile.

“a golden retriever? how’s that?” she asked more into what i had to say “he had blonde hair blue eyes and just a genuine sweetheart like if you met him you’d instantly know he was a good person you know?” “yup i know what you mean what’s his name?”

“his name is sam” i said with a smile going into the story.

• time skip •

the door bell chimes signaling someone had just walked in. i took my place behind the counter and looked up at who came in.

“welcome to cafe 5 what can i do for you?” i greeted the man in front of me “uh yea could i get a water?” he muttered “that’ll be two dollars and fifty cents!” i said smiling at the man in front of me. something about him seemed familiar but i could not seem to know what it was since he had dark clothing, his hood covered his face and all i could see were his tattoos from his rolled-up sleeves.

after giving him his water he left without another word but that was the least of my worries.

-

“yea she is there she changed a bit but not much, her smile and make up style is the same, just the clothing style and hair are what changed the most”

“okay, i think i should go talk to her then it's been 8 years since that day.”

as the man walked in his face hidden from the view of the girl she could not help but wonder why he looked so familiar, that was until he looked up and met her eyes, that is when it hit her.

he smiled at her she smiled back leaving her place behind the counter running to him and indulging him into a hug.

“missed me princess?” he asked softly “more than you can imagine” she said as she pulled away from the hug looking at him.

“why did you leave all those years ago? why didn’t you tell me?” she asked scanning his face for answers.

“i just couldn’t bring myself to tell you, but here meet me at this place and i’ll explain everything!” he said handing her a piece of paper with an address on it. as she looked down to the paper she saw it, he still had the tattoo.

and that’s what kept them connected.

the symbol of their love tainted or in other words it was a tainted love

[kuivma]

"recklessness leads to reckless situations."

˚ · . pairs ¡ platonic(?) blade x gn!reader, platonic kafka x gn!reader, platonic silver wolf x gn!reader

˚ · . sypnosis ¡ "You are a stellaron hunter currently on a mission when you— somehow being the curious cat you are, opened a box and something sprayed in your face. and your previous experiences were a great reminder that you shouldn't randomly open shady boxes that look like treasure chests.

now here you are, being dragged away with a burning sensation in your face and a not-so-pleased blade. he was glaring at your back the entire time that you felt like he could drill holes through you by now.

TLDR; you turned into a cat, now you have 3— 4(?) caretakers. “

₊˚ପ⊹ tw ¡¿ : (none) just fluff and you turn into a cat (no use of y/n or name)

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You are a stellaron hunter currently on a mission when you— somehow being the curious cat you are, opened a box and something sprayed in your face. and your previous experiences were a great reminder that you shouldn't randomly open shady boxes that look like treasure chests.

now here you are, being dragged away with a burning sensation in your face and a not-so-pleased blade. he was glaring at your back the entire time that you felt like he could drill holes through you by now.

and then you go poof!, it seems the effect of whatever sprayed in your face started working.

now you feel like you've gotten reallllllyyy small, and theres a long heavy thing you feel just right below your back. it moves on its own?!!

you stare up, and a pair of red frowning eyes looked back at you.

"maybe i should've let kafka or silverwolf go on this mission..." you frown but it just looks like you are trying to sleep, to him it seems. he grabs you by your neck rude and as you see familiar doors he immediately drops you on the couch and leaves.

rude!!!!!!

you wanted to scream at him but all that comes out was just a loud meow.

huh?

"myao?"

you go dumbfounded.

you walk, with four legs because you felt like you couldnt raise your 2 legs up. you almost fainted when you saw yourself

you are.... now a cat.

you stare blankly at the tall mirror, a white cat stares back at you. you tilt your head, it does the same.

whaaat??

"mraoww???"

the door creaked and you flinch at the sound, maybe because you were now a grimalkin your ears became really sensitive.

"oh my, i wonder why blade left such an adorable animal here.." its kafka! your instincts moved you and you almost tackled the lady, on the legs of course. "it seems so excited to see me?"

"that must be your weird thoughts, it looks like it is trying to tell you something" silver wolf said, looking at you with knowing and judging eyes. it seems she saw you transform through the cameras.

the cheeky hacker she is.

"hm~ then i wonder what it is trying to say" kafka knelt down and started rubbing your head.

"meowww" you leaned into the touch and stared at her magenta eyes.

"so adorable, it reminds me of them. dont you think? silver wolf?" silver wolf didnt give any answer and pressed something on her phone. a ding! sound came up and she showed kafka something.

"oh my~ it seems like it really is our little darling~" kakfa looked at you and smiled, though it sent shivers down your spine once you interpreted her expression. she picked you up and held you with both arms, “what did I tell you about going through suspicious boxes and chests?” she poked your nose and continued, “if you wanted treasures so much, we could give you everything you know?”

you avoided her eyes and looked at silver wolf with pleading eyes, she who just stared back at you with an expression that asked ‘are you stupid?’

i mean!! that treasure chest looking thingy was glowing! you couldn’t help but give in to your deep desires y’know?

you pouted, but as a cat it looked like you were puffing your chubby cheeks. which leads to the lady holding you to pinch your chubby cheeks and smile at you.

“it’s fine though~ this cutie over here can do as many mischiefs as they want” she rubbed at your ears and started giving you belly rubs. the cat body you were in reacted immediately and started purring

well you have to admit, being a cat has its perks too.

kafka gave you a plate of tuna which you reluctantly ate because you were a cat, and when she whipped out a cat toy. you didn’t know how, when, or why but your body moved in instinct.

after a long, tiring afternoon of playing. you slump down on the couch ready to sleep. you feel someone sitting next to you and you snuggle closer, wanting more of the warmth.

the person flinched but slowly put their hands on your back and started patting you. you give a light purr and fall deep asleep.

well all you know is that you woke up back in your normal body, head laying comfortably on— blade’s lap?! you jump up and you hear click!

you look at the source of the sound to see kafka and silver wolf holding their phones out and taking pictures of you and blade next to each other.

blade slowly wakes up and frowns at the bright light to see a red faced you, and two people pointing cameras at you.

sigh…

end note ¡ welcome to my second hsr fic!! i originally planned to write blade x reader smut but i just wanted to write fluff today y'know??? so cat reader it is. i really wanted to add more but i think i would make it cringy to read so i went against it lmfaooo

just imagine bladie warming up to reader and they actually start interacting now lol

i wanna write dan heng or jing yuan w/ cat reader so bad!!!

crossposted on AO3 ¡ here