#time and time again they said we do not want you WE DO NOT TRUST YOU

[navybrat817]

Hold You Tight: Part 18

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Part 17 | Series Masterlist | Part 19

Chapter Word Count: Over 4.8k

Chapter Summary: You open up to Bucky before he meets your friends.

Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, dubcon elements, heavy petting, tension, kissing, inner turmoil, backstory, reference to unsupportive parents, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.

A/N: More Hold You Tight! Thank you for sticking with me! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Waking up in Bucky’s arms felt different than it had the night before. This morning felt a bit easier and, dare you think, it was natural. A hand moved up and down your back, but it was more of a soothing motion than trying to turn you on. It was so comfortable that it almost put you back to sleep.

“Morning,” he whispered against your forehead.

“Morning,” you whispered back, waiting for him to inevitably start groping you. He didn’t. “Wait, you’re not dry humping me today?”

He let out a sleepy chuckle. “Not unless you want me to,” he teased, leaning back to gaze at you.

You looked at him, too. It was the most relaxed and well rested you had seen him look since you met. And the happiest. You being in the penthouse really made a difference in the dangerous man.

“Did you sleep okay?” he asked, brushing a finger along your cheek.

“Yeah,” you answered. You hadn't meant to fall asleep in the living room, but he didn't seem to mind. “Did you?”

“I did.” He sat up after a moment and stretched. “I’m actually kind of glad we didn't sleep in our bed.”

“Why is that?” you asked.

“Because we haven't made love yet,” he answered in a low voice.

You ignored the heat flowing from your core. “I’m kind of surprised you're holding out,” you said. With the way he always had to touch you and the filthy things that spewed from his mouth, he had to be a ticking time bomb.

Your reaction to him surprised you, too. It was just days ago when you wretched from just the stress of him blowing up your life and everything. Yet last night, you got yourself on his thigh with his encouragement and you willingly slept in his arms. Did that say more about you or him?

He sighed. “Once I have you I won't be able to stop. That’s how much I want you and will keep wanting you,” he admitted, separating himself from you more. “But I want your trust and forcing you into bed won't build it. We’ll be back at square one.”

You blinked slowly. Bucky pushed your boundaries one second and backed off the next. He tore through your walls and rebuilt them just as quickly. The man was a puzzle you feared you’d never figure out.

“It isn't just my trust that you want from me,” you said. That wouldn’t be enough for him. “You want me to love you.”

His eyes bore into yours and it felt like he was letting a wall down for you. “Yes, I do want you to love me,” he said, his voice thick. “I want a life with you and whatever exists beyond that.”

You swallowed. The air was too thick in the room, the emotions raw. He wanted you to love him even after you were gone from this world. “Your Pisces is showing again,” you whispered like it was a secret.

“Well, you did say I was intense, passionate, and I want to be close to the person I fall for,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to your lips and helping you slowly stand. “It shouldn’t come as a surprise to you.”

“I guess not,” you agreed, looking around. You hadn’t checked your phone at all since you went to his place. “What time is it?”

“Still early. Why don’t we have breakfast and then you can get ready for your day out?” he suggested.

That brought a smile to your face. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

His smile wasn’t as bright as yours as he led you to the kitchen and helped you take a seat at the island. “Eager to spend the day away from me?”

He sounded so sad you almost went to him to hug him. “I’m eager to spend the day with my friends,” you corrected him, watching him move around the kitchen with ease. “They’re kind of like sisters to me.”

“Sisters.” He paused and looked at you with a careful eye. “Do you realize you’ve never talked about your family with me? Not once.”

You kept a neutral expression, but you wrung your hands together in your lap. You were surprised it took him this long to point that out. “There isn’t much to say.”

He set two mugs on the coffee maker. “I think there is,” he said, facing you again. “You always mention your friends, your coworkers, Mrs. Crandle, and there’s always affection and love there, but never your parents. Why not?”

If he dug into your life the way he said he had, surely, he knew in some capacity. And it was too early to discuss them, but he would ask again later if you brushed it off. “Because they’re not exactly proud to have me as a daughter,” you sighed, trying not to reflect too deeply on that.

His mouth was set in a grim line. “Why not?” he all but snarled.

You shrugged and avoided his gaze. “I was just never good enough, you know? Whether it was my grades or sports or anything I tried, I was never… exceptional or special. Even when I did well at something it wasn't enough. It was always a toss-up between disappointment and indifference,” you explained. Your accomplishments weren't anything of importance in their eyes. “And when I said I wanted to be a florist I was pretty much told that my life was…” you paused. You weren’t going to cry. “A waste.”

“A waste?” The murderous expression on his face oddly brought you more comfort. “But you are exceptional. You lead with kindness and a good heart when it’s easier to be cruel or jaded. Your kindness saved my mom, and she knew you were special,” he said, shaking his head as he rounded the island. “It’s no wonder you never talk about them. It also explains more of why compliments make you feel uncertain.”

“It’s okay, Bucky,” you whispered.

Your parents weren’t bad people. They never raised a hand to you, and they gave you what you needed to survive in life, but not much else beyond that. No encouragement or affirmations of love. If you disappeared tomorrow, they wouldn’t know. You were invisible.

It was fine. You accepted a long time ago that you weren’t special in their eyes. The life you made in the city with your other loved ones was enough to give you a sense of family and it didn’t take away from the fact that you still loved your parents, but you refused to be like them. You’d still find ways to put kindness out into the world. You’d make others smile if you could. It wasn’t always much, but maybe it would make a difference in some way to someone.

And, well, who you were and what you did made a difference if you asked Bucky.

“It’s not okay,” he argued, framing your face. The intensity didn’t frighten you this time when you looked into his eyes. “And I’m so sorry I brought it up.”

“It really is okay,” you softly said, wondering how he got you to open up again. You would’ve had to talk about it sooner or later and there were people who grew up with much worse. “But you really think I’m exceptional? I’m just-”

He put his fingers to your lips, the thunderous look back on his face. “Don’t you dare say you’re just a florist or I’ll put you over my knee.”

Your eyes widened. He was serious. “I’m just… really hungry for breakfast?” you tried.

He exhaled deeply. “I’ll make sure you’re well fed,” he promised, going back to the task at hand. His shoulders were still stiff as he moved around. “When I compliment you, I mean it. And when I say you’re special or exceptional or anything else, I mean it. I won't let anyone make you feel less than what I know you are.”

Your chest tightened. “I know,” you whispered. The subtle threat to the cook for insulting your taste, beating up John for disrespecting you, he wasn't going to sit by and let people make you feel bad. Maybe one of the reasons he wanted to show you off to his loved ones was so you wouldn't feel invisible.

“Thank you for telling me, Kotyonok. I know that wasn't easy,” he praised.

“Thank you for asking,” you replied, allowing the warmth to settle in your chest.

“But I’m not asking your parent’s permission to marry you,” he blurted out, your eyes rounding. “They lost that privilege when they treated you the way they did.”

“They wouldn’t believe I was marrying you anyway,” you tried to joke. They would recognize immediately how out of your league he was.

“And they don’t need to come to the wedding either,” he snarled, carefully setting your coffee down in front of you when he looked close to throwing something. “It’ll be a small ceremony anyway. Just close friends and loved ones who matter.”

Your heart did a funny flutter. A small ceremony was exactly what you wanted. “Well, if my dad isn’t there, who will give me away?”

“Thor,” he answered without skipping a beat.

You burst out laughing, surprising both of you. The blonde would probably strut down the aisle. “I barely know Thor, but I feel like he'd probably shout something like ‘All rise for the soon-to-queen of the 107th’,” you mocked in what was a terrible impression of Thor.

Bucky laughed, too. “Not the best impression, Kotyonok, but you tried, and he’d probably say something exactly like that.”

“Well, whatever he says, I won’t walk down the aisle in some over the top dress. I want something beautiful, but simple. Same with the ceremony and reception,” you smiled. Something that was you. “And I get the final say in the flowers for obvious reasons.”

His eyes were full of love. Was he picturing you in a wedding gown? “As long as you get to be my wife, our wedding can be whatever you want it to be.”

Your smile slipped. His wife… You hadn’t shut down that you were going to marry him or pointed out how he was once again moving too fast. You even joked about your big day with him. “Um… breakfast?” Anything to distract you.

He had an easy smile on his face as he whipped up something quickly. Minus a quick thank you once he served it, you didn’t say anything else as you ate, and he didn’t push the conversation. Opening up a bit about your family and talking about marriage… Being in the penthouse destroyed your mental and emotional fail-safes.

“I should get ready,” you said, setting your finished plate in the sink and rinsing it.

“Me, too.” You felt him watching you. “If the weather’s nice tomorrow, we can have breakfast on the balcony. Maybe we can make it our routine on nice days.”

“Tomorrow?” you asked.

“If you want to spend the night again,” he casually replied, but you heard the want there. “Especially since we’ll be apart for most of the day.”

“Maybe,” you said. You had planned to just go back to your place once you got back from your day out. “We’ll play it by ear, okay?”

Disappointment showed for just a moment. “You said you’d spend time with me when you got back. That you’d let me know when you got back to the apartment so I could see you.”

“I did say that,” you agreed, remembering your promise when he tried to convince you not to go out today. “But maybe you can stop by the apartment. It could be fun.”

“I guess we’ll play it by ear,” he smiled.

You didn’t wait for him to follow as you went to get ready, but you did pause when you stood in the master bathroom. The left sink clearly belonged to Bucky. His toothbrush, cologne, everything was on that side. The right sink was yours. A toothbrush for you, a new bottle of perfume, deodorant, everything. It was like you were already living there.

You jumped when you felt a pair of lips on the side of your neck, your eyes meeting Bucky’s in the mirror. You hadn’t heard him come in, too distracted by your reality continuing to sink in. “I’ll miss you today,” he whispered, holding your hips.

“I’m not gone yet,” you whispered. You were there with him, in his grip. His touch would linger after he let go.

“I really hate having to share you,” he murmured, dragging his lips to your ear as your heart raced. “But I thankfully don’t have to share all of you.”

You gripped the sink when he snaked a hand between your legs. “Bucky,” you gasped.

“I know it’s selfish to ask when you’re spending time with your friends, but think of me,” he said, rubbing you through your pajamas and pressing his hips firmly against yours. Did being this close to you always make him hard? “Think of how much I want you.”

Your back arched when the metal hand moved to your breast and gently squeezed. You wanted to look away, but his reflection pulled your gaze to it. Trapping you, the way he had you trapped between him and the sink.

“Think of how much I need you,” he whispered, nipping your earlobe when you whimpered. The more he rubbed your pussy through the clothes the wetter the fabric got, the heavier your breathing became, and the more your head spun. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” you whispered. It didn’t matter where you went or who you were with, he’d find a way to seep into your thoughts.

He moaned, his nose moving along your neck before he stopped rubbing you. “That’s my girl.”

You didn’t let go of the sink when he stepped away, your body slightly shaking as you came down from the high he built within. “And you’ll think of me?”

“I’m always thinking of you, Kotyonok,” he said, running a comb through his hair like he didn’t have a raging hard-on. “Always.”

You believed him. “Are you… going to take care of that?” you asked.

He glanced at his crotch with a smirk. “I probably should.” He leaned over and kissed your temple. “I’ll put some music on so you won’t have to hear me this time.”

“How considerate.”

“I’m a considerate guy,” he winked, leaving you alone in the bathroom.

“How do guys walk like that?” you muttered.

You waited until you heard the music start before you went through your routine. He’d likely moan your name at some point while he jerked off. At least he let you be so you could get ready and change into your dress. He said he wanted your trust, but he still found ways to touch you and wind you up. The tension was going to snap at some point and you wondered just how soon.

Looking at yourself in the mirror once you were ready, you tried to smile. You looked admittedly beautiful and felt confident for a fun day out. Did any of that have to do with Bucky?

You emerged after hiding in the bathroom long enough and stared as you saw Bucky in the bedroom. You half expected him to be in bed jerking off or doing something else, but he was dressed for the day. Head to toe in black with his hair slicked back, he looked impeccable as always. The expensive watch and pinky ring fit him well. Did he ever dress down? Why did he have to look so handsome?

“Wow,” he said when he caught you staring. “You look… so beautiful.”

“Thanks,” you said, your cheeks warm as he crossed the room toward you.

Your eyelids fluttered when he placed a gentle kiss on your lips and put something in your hand. When did he grab your phone? “Ray’s going to follow you from Addison’s place.”

It was nice that Ray would be the one to go today and not someone else. “Oh, okay,” you said, checking real quick to make sure you didn’t have any missed calls or messages. “You really know where Addison lives then?”

The subtle smirk made your throat go dry. “Let’s go.”

As he led you out, you wondered if Zemo also knew where any of your friends lived. He got to Mrs. Crandle, but didn’t harm her. Would he do anything else? Glancing at Bucky, the men almost seemed to be two sides of the same coin. The difference was that Bucky thought he loved you and he knew how much your friends meant to you.

A text from Addison came through and broke you from your thoughts. “We’ll be waiting outside!”

“On my way!” you sent back. “They’ll be waiting outside,” you told Bucky.

“The plus side of dropping you off is I get to meet your friends before Addison’s wedding,” Bucky smiled. “Do you think she’ll be the maid of honor for our wedding? I already know Steve will be the best man.”

Back to talking about your wedding day. “Most likely. And Dana and Gina as bridesmaids,” you said. They’d be so happy and would never know how everything came about.

“You know what would be fun? Cupcakes. All sorts of flavors so everyone has something they want, but we’ll have a small cake for the two of us,” he smiled more, reaching over to take your hand. “And we should have a two week honeymoon. Minimum.”

You almost choked on your breath. The man did say he wouldn’t be able to stop having you once he started. Was this the kind of love you deserved? Obsession? “That’s a long honeymoon.”

“It’s just a start,” he sighed happily. “Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. Sounds perfect, doesn’t it?”

You glanced at him. “Sounds perfect,” you whispered.

He brushed his thumb over your ring finger. “I just need to get the perfect ring on your finger,” he whispered.

You bit your lip and looked out the window. You could’ve brought him back to reality or pulled away, but you didn’t. You did, however, tense up the closer you got to Addison’s place. This was meant to be your fun day out, but it was going to be about Bucky because your friends would see him. They’d ask questions. They’d be excited and happy for you, too.

Once again there’d be no going back.

Bucky tensed up, too, when he parked. The girls were waiting on the sidewalk and you couldn't help but smile. It was good to see them. “Here we are,” he muttered, squeezing your hand. “And now that we’re here I don’t want you to get out.”

You took a breath. He couldn’t back out now. “I’ll think of you just like you said. How much you want and need me,” you promised him, giving his hand a squeeze this time. “And before you know it you’ll see me tonight.”

He took a breath, too. “I’ll count the minutes,” he said, getting out. You let out a sigh of relief when he went around and helped you out. He had your cardigan in hand, too. “And I have a surprise for you and your friends.”

“A surprise?” you asked.

“Hey!” you heard Addison call out. She waved happily when you made eye contact. “You’re here!”

“Hey,” you smiled, leaning into Bucky when he slipped his arm around you. “I’m here.”

Addison’s face lit up as you walked toward her with Bucky by your side. “Oh, my God. Is this him?!” she asked.

“Him?! Who is him?!” Dana questioned, sweeping an appreciative look over Bucky. She was in a happily committed relationship but appreciated a good-looking man when she saw one. “Who are you?”

“Yeah, who are you?” Gina added with a raised brow. Showing up with a guy wasn’t like you.

“Hi, I’m Bucky,” he smiled charmingly before he gazed at you. “Her boyfriend.”

Your face felt so hot you thought it would catch on fire. He spoke it into existence and made it happen. He weaved the threads of your lives to bring you to this point, to every point.

Addison did an excited little hop. “Yes! Yay! You’re her boyfriend!”

“Yeah, I’m her boyfriend. And you’re Addison, Dana, and Gina,” Bucky smiled, shaking each of their hands. Your blood froze. You never pointed out to him who was who, yet it was another reminder of just how much he knew. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

“AHH!” Addison’s excited shriek made you wince. “She mentioned you were coming to the wedding.”

“I am,” Bucky nodded.

Dana’s jaw dropped. “Hold on. A wedding date?! BOYFRIEND?! Holy fucking shit!”

“Why are we just now finding out you have a boyfriend?!” Gina chimed in.

Bucky held his head high. He was loving this, wasn't he? “Um, surprise?” you lamely spoke, taking in the sight of their shocked and thrilled expressions. They were so happy for you and it nearly made you cry.

Bucky chuckled again and held you tighter. “It’s kind of my fault she hasn’t said much about me. It’s still new and I’ve been selfishly monopolizing her time,” he said. They had no idea how true that statement was. “To be honest, I even begged her to hang out with me today because I love spending time with her, but she was really looking forward to hanging out with you ladies.”

The chorus of “aww’s” would’ve been sweet in any other setting, but he was putting them under his spell. “Okay, but seriously, why are you here with us and not hanging out with your new man?” Dana asked, looking over Bucky again. “I’m on your side, Bucky. She could totally ditch us and we’d get it. Really.”

“I promised him I’d see him tonight,” you said quickly, resting a hand on Bucky’s chest. You didn’t want him to take the bait your friend was unknowingly giving him.

“Yes, you did. And I know you’ll have a blast today,” he said, kissing your temple. “Wait, you ladies weren’t planning on driving or taking a cab, were you?”

“We were going to get an uber or something once my cousin got here,” Addison said.

“Oh, no, no. You can’t take an uber to the winery. That’s your ride,” Bucky said, nodding across the street when a limo pulled up. “My treat.”

You gasped. So did your friends. “Oh, my god. Bucky?” When did he arrange that?

“Surprise,” he smiled, sneaking in a kiss. “And you don’t have to worry about paying for drinks or your meals today either. I’ll make sure it’s taken care of.”

“Holy shit. Are you loaded or something?” Dana blurted out.

“Dana!” Gina hissed. You almost laughed. Dana had no filter, but she meant well. “What she meant was ‘thank you’.”

“It’s fine. Believe it or not, I actually own The 107th, but I don’t really like to brag about it.” Bucky casually shrugged. You stared at him before sneaking another glance at your friends. They were intrigued and completely buying what a ‘sweet’ guy he was. “There is one small catch though, if you don’t mind.”

Addison raised an eyebrow. “What’s the catch?”

“Kotyonok, can you hand her your phone so she can get a photo of us?” he asked, pulling you closer against him and curling his lips in a small smile. “That’s the catch.”

“Oh, my god. He has a sexy nickname for her and everything,” Dana loudly whispered as you handed your phone over.

“A free limo ride with paid food and drinks if we take a photo of you two together? That’s not a catch at all. That’s so sweet!” Addison held the phone up as you tried to put on your best smile. Like it was a normal love story. “One, two, three!”

You stood still for a few seconds before you stole a glance at Bucky. He was looking at you, too, and leaned in for a tender kiss. It was a loving gesture, but you knew it to be possessive, too. Your friends weren’t a threat to your relationship, but Bucky would have all of your attention if he had his way.

“He’s totally enamored,” Dana whispered again.

“I think they can hear you,” Gina whispered back.

“Okay, you two are so photogenic,” Addison swore, handing your phone back. Your breath caught as you swiped through the photos. You two looked like you were in love. How did the camera not catch any of your fear or uncertainty?

Your friends didn’t see it either. All they saw was a happy new couple. Maybe it was better that way.

“I’m not the photogenic one. She is,” Bucky smiled, giving you one more kiss. “Do you mind sending me those, please? Maybe I can frame one of them.”

You bit the inside of your cheek at the additional chorus of “aww’s”. “Sure.” You sent them immediately so he wouldn’t hound you for them later.

Bucky checked his phone when it went off. “Perfect,” he whispered. You thought your friends were going to swoon. “You’ll have to let me know how the winery is. I may have to do an event there in the future.”

Addison smiled and looked between the two of you. “Well, you could check the place out yourself if you want.”

Your heart plummeted and your best friend missed the pleading look in your eyes. “I don’t think-”

“Oh, I couldn’t do that. It’s your day out and me being there makes it feel like I’m crashing the party or keeping tabs on my girl,” Bucky said, rubbing your side.

Your mouth fell open. Were you in the twilight zone? All he ever did was keep tabs on you.

Glancing at the limo, you spotted Ray’s vehicle parked behind it. He couldn’t exactly get out and introduce himself without drawing suspicion because what excuse would he have to be there that your friends would buy? But he did say he could avoid being seen, and you had a feeling he’d still manage to keep a close eye on you today.

“Well, you know we’re going to spend the whole limo ride over hounding her about this new chapter of her love life,” Gina teased.

“I have no doubt,” Bucky winked. “I just hope I’ve made a good impression because she means the world to me and I know she values your opinions.”

“As long as you treat her well. Otherwise, we’ll have to get rid of you.” Addison gave him a hard stare before she smiled. “But I think it’s safe to say you’ve passed the first impression test with flying colors.”

You deflated a bit. That was what you were afraid of. It was better that way. It meant they were safe from Bucky’s wrath.

“I’ll treat her like a queen,” Bucky promised. Whether you wanted it or not. “My girl deserves nothing less than that.”

“You two really are a good looking couple,” Dana noted, wiggling her eyebrows. “I’ll bet the photographer snags some photos of you two at the wedding because how could they not?”

Bucky put a hand on his chest. “I’d love more photos of the two of us, but the focus should be on Addison and Brady since it’s their day.”

He knew all the right things to say.

“You’re too kind.” Addison smiled before her phone went off. Looking at the screen, she groaned. “Of course. My cousin’s just going to meet us there, so I guess we can go?”

“I’ll walk you over,” Bucky offered.

He dug his fingers in enough for you to feel it and you noted the stiffness in his stance as he walked you across the street. Sending you off with your friends was a lot for him, but he had to deal with it. With Ray close by he wouldn’t have to worry about your safety either.

“Thanks again for the limo, Bucky. That was really nice of you,” Addison said.

“No thanks necessary. Just have fun today and drink plenty of water if you do lots of sampling,” he said, pulling you against him before you could get into the limo with your friends. He looked so lost for a split second and immediately leaned into your touch when your hand rested on his cheek. “I love you, Kotyonok. Think of me,” he whispered.

You initiated a gentle kiss which he quickly deepened. It didn’t last long since he had to let you go, but it lingered for both of you. “I will, Bucky.”

You’d think of him after he helped you into the limo. He’d occupy your mind on the drive over. And you’d once again miss the other pair of eyes watching you as you tried to enjoy your day.

Let's hope the day is a fun one. Who is watching? What's Bucky going to do while you're gone? How excited will Thor be when he hears the big news? 😂 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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—————————————— DILF.ᐟDICK THOUGHTS, ANYONEᝰ.ᐣ

CLEAR BLUE SKIES AND THE GOLDEN SUN did nothing to lessen the difficulty of putting on sunscreen with a wriggling two year old daughter demanding your attention. You loved Jordan, of course you did, but since she was a mama’s girl it was hard to spend two minutes to yourself without her squealing for you, and with her chubby cheeks and sweet giggle, you felt like you’d go to hell if you refused.

Ah, kids, they can be devils and angels at the same time.

“She still being a lil’ siren?” Your neighbour and best friend, Cassie, smiled, sitting down next to you on the multiple beach towels you’d set out, in between you being Jordan, who was babbling random things while making a sandcastle. “How ‘bout I take care of her for a while? So you can get your freak on with a guy I found for you.”

Oh, again?

Cassie had been in the big business lately of being your matchmaker, but you didn’t think anyone could possibly be that welcoming to a woman with a two year old and who’s also in her twenties. Just didn’t seem to fit. So you rolled your eyes and groaned again, pulling the hem of your cami dress down before you leaned back on your hands.

“Cass, I don’t think we should do this dance again.” You sighed, adjusting your sunglasses and stroking Jordan’s hair as she babbled about ‘pretty princesses’. “Last time it—”

“— didn’t end well, I know, but trust me this time!”

“You said that last time.”

“Ugh, wait, hear me out.” She straightened up, dusting her hands down. “Look, he’s new to the neighbourhood, but he’s, like, the eligible bachelor. He’s so hot, so hot, so if you won’t get with him, I will. Go on, look.” She placed her hand on top of your head to turn it.

Your reflex was to protest, as your head was forcefully turned like it was some sort of fucking doorknob. “Cassie Rhodes, I don’t— holy… shit.”

Oh, mama.

Your eyes were slapped with the sight of the sexiest man you’d ever seen— and all thought flew from your brain except from what you wanted that man to do to you. Seems like your upstairs brain and downstairs finally came to an agreement here.

He was about 5’ 10”, from what you could see, with messed up black hair, eyes hidden behind hot sunglasses, a jawline that could cut steel and pink lips stretched into a grin. Not to mention how you could see every glorious muscle glow under the influence of the sun and sunblock all over every inch of skin you could see. The washboard abs made your teeth catch your bottom lip between them, the biceps made your mouth water and mind conjure up dirty things, the veins in that very defined forearm and football in his hand which he then threw to a guy who seemed to be either a friend or his brother.

You didn’t care, your brain was no longer functioning, oh, Lord help your soul.

“Cassie,” You breathed, a grin slowly spreading on your face, “you’re a genius.”

You didn’t know what it was about him that made you act like a horny teenager— yeah, no, you knew exactly what it was, it was his everything. As if it wasn’t enough, your eyes picked up a little girl running towards him on unsteady legs on sand, and when she reached him, he scooped her up with a laugh and a kiss to her forehead.

Men and children. Mayday, hot men and children.

“Sweetie, I give you Phoenix’s latest eligible bachelor… DICK GRAYSON.” Cassie giggled, patting your shoulder, but you didn’t listen, your ears were filled with static, staring at the way his abs rippled when he threw the football, how he occasionally bit his lip with those pearly whites which flooded your mouth with drool, and the swim trunks weren’t helping either. Also how there was a little girl that looked like Jordan running up to him— Jordan was running up to him?

You gasped, scrambling to stand up as Jordan hugged Dick’s leg, earning a small look of surprise. “Oh, shit, shit!” But just as you were about to reach Jordan, scoop her up and tell her not to hug a stranger’s leg, but the little shit ran out of the way just in time and sent you barrelling straight into the man of your wet dreams.

“Woah, there.” Fuck, that is one hot voice. Two strong hands steadied you, and as you looked up, you saw blue eyes behind pushed down sunglasses. “You ok, sweetheart?”

Hot damn. Despite actually getting the breath knocked out of him, the moment he laid eyes on you, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. You were gorgeous, with the stunning swelled body that usually came as a sign of pregnancy (and he was digging it), sunglasses and a cami dress that kind of had him flicking his eyes down the neckline of it. You were a MILF, if he ever saw one, and it had him salivating and running his eyes over every individual dip, curve, and imagining what it’d be like to bury his head between those stunning thighs.

Whew, that’s one hot mama.

Those pregnancy curves really did it for him, and he had to press his tongue between his teeth to hold back a whistle, nodding faintly. Oh, what he wouldn’t do for your number, dear Lord.

“I’m ok.” You first breathed out, then cleared your throat cause you didn’t want to seem pathetic. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry about Jordan, she can be a loveable pain.”

“Loveable pain? I know the type.” He gestured to where a little girl who looked like his carbon copy was playing with a tall dude with a tuft of platinum hair at the front. “That’s my Skylar, but we call her Sky. Also a little troublemaker.” He held his hand out, but like in a palm-facing-up moment, not a firm handshake moment. “M’name’s Dick, darlin’. Dick Grayson.”

You probably told him your name, all you were focused on was plopping your hand in his— oh, God, he probably thought you were a crazy person. But instead of shaking it like ‘one of the boys’ would, he lifted your hand to his mouth and… and he kissed the knuckle.

You knew who you’d be touching yourself to tonight.

“S’ a pleasure to meet you. I just moved into the neighbourhood, it’ll be nice to have someone in the same boat to, y’know, talk to.” The way he glanced to you over his sunglasses told me that if he did decide to come to you, there’d be absolutely no talking done.

You nodded, and you vowed to never wash your hand again when he let it go. Jesus, he was jacked and gentle, what more could you ask for? “Of course, pop over whenever you like.”

“Best believe I will.” He grinned, and when you said a small, meek goodbye and walked off, he bit his lip upon seeing that ass and thighs in that dress of yours. Mhmm, he was so gonna grab that when he fucked all the stress of being a single mom out of you.

Jason punched his shoulder as he came up beside him, folding his arms. “Dickhead, you’ve got the ‘I wanna fuck her’ look in your eyes.”

“Shut up, Jay.” Dick scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re so crass.” Even as he scooped Sky up in his arms and nuzzled her hair as she let out a squeal of laughter, his eyes couldn’t help but flick back to you, your sun-kissed, glowy skin from being slathered in sunblock and the winking sun all day and every just right proportion that he loved in a lady.

Oh, he wanted to do a lot more than just fuck you.

[fallstaticexit]

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AN: Annnd we're back! Buckle up guys, because if you thought Nancy was fucking up before you have no idea lolololol

Transcript under the cut

Nancy Narrates: [Three weeks had gone by since the holidays. I was starting to see less of Vanessa, who was constantly busy with her work]

Nancy Narrates: [I tried my to hide how much I missed her around but I was certain my yearning was written all over my face]

Queenie: [hums absently] The holiday issue of the foundation’s newsletter is late. No surprise, it was late last year as well.

Queenie: Did you fire your stylist, Nancy? You’re not even coordinated with your husband and sons, it’s as if they’ve plucked a stranger off the street and had you pose together.

Geoffrey: With all due respect, Nancy looks amazing. She always does. She puts a great deal of effort into how she presents herself in front of the press.

Queenie: Looking the part is the point, Geoffrey. Regardless if she is standing CEO, she is a wife and mother first. I've mentioned this to her countless times, it’s as though she's still a little girl.

Geoffrey: [whispers] Hey. You looked amazing, Nancy. You always do.

Jonathan: Can we play in the courtyard, Grandma?

Queenie: Of course you can, my darling. I was just looking over your holiday photos, and you looked so very handsome, Jonathan.

Malcolm: And me? What about me!

Queenie: [frowns] Where on Earth did you get this...this girlish necklace from?

Malcolm: Mommy’s best friend got it for me for Christmas.

Queenie: [rolls eyes] Ah. Right. The movie star.

Malcolm: Auntie V isn’t a movie star.

Queenie: And who exactly is Auntie V?

Jonathan: Mommy’s friend from school, Auntie Vanessa.

Queenie: Villareal?

Nancy: I- D-didn’t you boys want to play in the um, in the courtyard?

Queenie: Geoffrey. I trust that you are doing your part by keeping your wife aligned with the values of our faith, yes? I’d hate to see her fall into old habits.

[phone rings]

Vanessa: Hello?

Nancy: Hi.

Vanessa: Hi Nancy. How are you, love?

Nancy: Miserable. I’m having breakfast at my mother’s. [chuckles softly]

Vanessa: Oh fuck. [laughs] That sucks, I’m sorry babes.

Nancy: [sighs] I miss you.

Vanessa: I miss you too.

Nancy: When can I see you again?

Vanessa: Soon. I have a business trip in DSV. I’ll be gone a few days.

Nancy: A few days? You’ll miss my birthday..

Vanessa: Trust me, that’s the last thing I want. But you know how it is with work.

Nancy: [hesitates] You don’t suppose- I don’t want to impose but...maybe I could come with you?

Vanessa: Come with me on my work trip?

Nancy: I know how to keep myself busy. I won’t interfere with your work- whatever it is. But I’d like to spend my birthday together. It’s the only thing I want. Please.

Vanessa: Well, when you sound so sweet like that, how could I ever refuse?

-

Geoffrey: So, you’ll be gone a week.

Nancy: Right. You know Judy. Every day is an event.

Geoffrey: Vanessa too, right?

Nancy: Well...yes, of course. Just my two best friends celebrating my birthday with me.

Geoffrey: Right. Yeah.

Nancy: Oh, and I’ve already told the boys we can all celebrate together when I’m back. I told them not to fuss about it, I promise I won’t be too partied out.

Geoffrey: Nancy?

Geoffrey: Are you having an affair?

Nancy: W-what did you just say to me?

Geoffrey: I said, are you having an affair?

Nancy: [voice tremors] W-why? Why are you asking me that?

Geoffrey: I saw the marks, Nance. I wasn’t sure, at first, but I saw them. On the inside of your thigh on our anniversary. They look like hickies. And I kept thinking about when you came home late from work in tears...but you never said why. Is there someone else? Another man? Another...

Nancy: Oh my god- no! No, Geoffrey! I’d never- I’ve always bruised easily, you know that. I could have bruised myself at work, on site. And that night.. I know that I’m not a good wife. I know I’ve been away from home. I’m trying to do better. I am. You know that. But I am not having an affair of all things.

Geoffrey: But I saw them, Nance...

Nancy: [whimpers] You are the only man I’ve ever loved. Please...please believe that. I need you to believe it.

Geoffrey: Nancy..

Nancy: I love you so much. I do.

Geoffrey: [exhales] Nancy-

[car horn beeps]

Nancy: That’s Vanessa. Should I send her away? I could stay home, if you want.

Geoffrey: [frowns] If I want?

Nancy: I don’t have to go. I can stay.

Geoffrey: You should go.

Nancy: Are you sure, Geoffrey?

Geoffrey: if that’s what you want.

Nancy: [gently] I love you.

Vanessa: Ready?

Nancy: Yes. I’m ready.

[lover-of-mine]

Okay, last week I made this post and in it, I said that what makes buddie is time, everything that happened to them, and then I corrected myself by saying what actually makes them something you can't fight against was Christopher but that that was a different post. Well, this is that different post.

So buddie. We have 2 main characters whose main screen partners are each other. Something that makes Buck and Eddie different is that Eddie was written in for Buck. Connie leaving left a gap on the show, they lost the dispatcher and Buck lost the thing he was written for, since s1 Buck is very much there to be the love interest, to give Abby something, and the bridge between the firehouse and dispatch. Since the space was surrounding Buck, they filled that space through him. They added Maddie in. But Maddie alone didn't really fill the void, a sibling dynamic doesn't really fill that space because Buck would need a more constant scene partner, so in comes Eddie. Giving him a partner in the field plus adding Maddie in fills that gap. So they gave Buck a best friend.

The thing is, in a universe where Christopher isn't a variable, where Eddie is just some guy Buck's age going through a messy divorce at the same time Buck is coming to terms with Abby abandoning him making them bond, the basis of their relationship is something completely different, and it is something you can fight against if you really want to separate them and give them other endgame love interests. If they are just best friends, you have a lot less at stake, so you can put the space between them a lot easier if necessary. A new love interest would be fighting against one person. That's a fair fight. That's a fight a new person can win if introduced correctly.

But in the universe we have, Christopher is the thing that makes them bond. The foundation of their relationship is Buck stepping up to help Eddie and Eddie deciding that that would warrant Buck his full loyalty and the relationship builds on that. Major movements in their dynamic are marked by Chris (and death, but again, different post). Chris' existence brings them together, with Buck deciding to introduce Eddie to Carla, then the tsunami shows us that there is a deeper trust between them, and then the will reveal intensifies all that and seals them together as an unconventional family (it all makes me wonder about the way they took Chris off the board, why would they do that if they aren't about to use him to snap the last piece into place to get them together since Eddie makes statements through Chris).

All this means that a love interest isn't fighting a best friend, which is something you can make work, a love interest is up against a life partner and child. Since Eddie is a single parent and the person that Buck turns to, they aren't really best friends to the audience, they are partners. And the show made a conscious effort to develop Buck's bond with Christopher outside of his relationship with Eddie. They have been adding that in since Eddie's introduction, the tsunami makes it clear, but season 4 is the one that puts the focus on Buck and Chris by showing us Buck at the house in a casual setting then making Buck a trusted adult Chris runs when upset with Eddie to then making Buck step up to take care of Chris before he knew about the will. They built upon that in s5 and then during s6 they really drove home the point that Buck sees Chris as his and that's when we start getting casually parenting, with the cookies, then the conversation they have in s7. The 3 of them have their individual connections, so for all intents and purposes, they are a family.

The chances of you actually convincing an audience that a new person (especially a new person that only exists as a love interest, since we established on the other post that audiences aren't inclined to care about characters they don't see a lot) is a better fit than an established family unit are null. It will literally not happen.

To give someone new a chance they would need to separate Buck and Eddie, they need to effectively break their partnership while building the fuck out of the new person, but that means making Buck abandon Christopher. And that's the point that would make audiences riot. The whole time Chris has been on the show, Buck was made into someone Christopher could count on like a parent. By s3 Buck and Eddie were having custody battles at a grocery store. And if you need to keep Buck in Chris' life, you can't separate Buck from Eddie. And that's what makes them IT. They can get away with separating Buck and Eddie, they cannot get away with making Buck step out on Christopher. So there's no way around them into someone else. It would never feel as satisfying because they can't really exist in a space that's like "I'm Eddie, this is my husband Buck, that's our kid Christopher, and that's Buck's boyfriend whatever" it gets boring. Especially when the show isn't exactly trying to establish the other love interest as someone worth rooting for, as explained on the other post.

[lilimaginebean]

Five days - 五日

Synopsis: In which Kaiser fell in love with his tattoo artist, or in which Kaiser has only five appointments to convince you to go on a date with him.

Note: I posted it without even reviewing it, hence every time I read it I always change something of the post :)

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🥀 Day 0

“Are you sure you want to do this? You seem quite young”

You stared at the guy who was in front of you. He was a tall boy, with blonde hair and icy eyes piercing you.

It was your first day in charge of the tattoo studio. After your parents’ support and sacrifices of many banana peels, your uncle finally let you work in his tattoo studio this summer. During all the holidays you proved him how efficient and hard-working you were, leading him to let you be the manager during the beautiful date of Christmas Day.

Even if you knew this day was going to be a calm one, you thought you were prepared for anything: earthquakes, drunk people ready to make bad decisions, couples making choices they will regret… However, you weren't prepared for this cocky teenager demanding you to make him a tattoo that would cover from his hand to his neck.

“I have the money, shouldn't you just take it and obey me?” the blond guy said nonchalantly while taking from his right pocket money to pay for the tattoo

His attitude started to piss you off. Who was he to talk to you like that?

“I'm sorry if I don't want to go to jail or pay a fine for giving a tattoo to a spoiled brat that might be under 16,” you said indifferently while giving him a dirty look, trying to defend yourself

The boy chuckled at your response leaned closer to you and gave you his ID.

“Don’t worry Liebling” You took the ID to confirm his age. Surprisingly, today it was his birthday, turning 17 years old. You stared at him, now he was smirking, waiting for you to return his ID. “See? Do you have any other excuse for this spoiled brat?”

You sighed, took a pen and the notebook where your uncle wrote down all the appointments.

“The tattoo you want would take me five appointments. We can start the next Monday at 4PM. However, I'm not going to take your cash, I don't trust its origin, only credit. Deal?”

“Deal Liebling”

“Okay, you can leave now” you said, staring at him reluctant.

“Don’t you need to write down my name and surname next to the date? In case you would forget me,” the blonde boy said while putting on his black cap again

You giggled.

“Trust me… Sadly, I won’t be able to forget you” you said with a daring tone

“Just in case, my name is Michael Kaiser,” he said putting on his mask again while opening the door of the studio to exit “I can't wait for next Monday Liebling, I will be counting the hours for our next meeting~”

“Don’t even try it Kaiser, I’m not into spoilt brats”

He chuckled once again.

“We will see”

[mindless-existence1]

Jjk men headcannons- Sfw and Nsfw

Includes: Geto, Gojo, Toji, and Nanami

Authors note: This is probobly the last thing I'm going to be able to make before my broken arm gets put in a sling so enjoy it chat!

Sfw

Ive said this before but Gojo spoils tf out of his partner. He has money what is he using it for besides you? Really likes sweets so sometimes he buys candy for you just so he has an excuse to by some for himself. Same other snacks, he'll say they're for you but he's the one eating over half the bag.

Geto has some crazy Insomnia and the only way for him to sleep is if he's cuddling you. It makes him fall asleep so fast. Spooning turns off his brain like a lightswitch. Something about physical contact with his loved one makes him feel content.

Nanami is the definition of a gentleman. We know this already, but it's the little things. He pulls out your chairs, he opens your car door (going as far as pushing you back into the car so he can open it for you if you already did). He also will hold your waist so your close to him in crowded places.

Toji, tho he hates electronics, would answer you no matter what. In the middle of a mission? He's answering with a "Hey there doll" (he'd call you doll I've said it once I'll say it again). He'd never text or call you first during a mission but if you contact him he's picking up the phone and you wouldn't even be able to tell he was on call.

Gojo likes seeing yiu wear his glasses. He'll let you have them on when he's wearing his blindfold and he goes crazy. He'll say something like "they look better on me" but in reality he's using six eyes to get a veiw of you from other angels.

Geto is kinda like this but it's with shirts. He's a baggy shirt wearer trust so seeing you in one makes him border line feral. It's like your covered in him and that's qhat he wants. He likes the thought that when you wear them when he's not there it's kinda like he is.

Nanami is a listener so if you're yapper he's the one for you. He'll listen to anything and everything. He has some tough days at his job and hearing you randomly call him after a hard meeting just to tell him about the dog you saw on your walk today brightens his day.

Toji doesn't like seeing you work. And not in like any sort of sexist or "I'm better than you" way. Just a "I'm right her I should do it not my god/goddess of a partner". He just doesn't want to let you lift a finger when he's right there and able. You have pick up the table, he's got it. You spilled some water, pet him wipe it up. Anything.

Nsfw

Gojo is a FREAK he will try basically anything at least once. If you're into it or want to try it almost 100% of the time he's down. Especially if in involves you being dominated because despite what he says he's a switch that likes bottoming more.

Geto likes when you pull at his hair. I'm talking yanking it, his scalp is sensitive and it makes his head go all fuzzy. When he's giving you head/eating you out he gets off on you pulling his hair alone. He'd rut his hips intoanuthung he could when yiu tug a particularly sensitive spot.

Nanami lives to serve. Although most times he's on top he's doing what you tell him to do. Kinda vanilla but not in a bad way. He'd try stuff out if you asked but nothing too freaky. Likes missionary so he can see you perfectly.

Toji is a pain lover. Both giving and receiving. It's the way the pain mixes with pleasure that gets him going. But seeing you wither and shake from the intense mix of pleasure and pain makes him get dizzy with lust. This sight is so pretty and he can't help but tease you more at the veiw.

Gojo would use 6 eyes to see the two of you while you're fucking. Your ontop of him and he can't lift his head from the pleasure to see you so he uses the last of his strength to activate 6 eyes and get all the different angles.( I heard someone say his eyes glow bright blue when he's using his technique so imagine you look up at him and he barley opens his eyes and you just see the bright blue gleaming down at you.)

Geto is a bit of a risk taker. Nothing crazy but he'd be open for some different places to be added on the lists of places to get freaky. Maybe it's am old Jujustu Tech classroom. Maybe he fucks you there while people are still taking classes and he has to put a hand over your mother to keep you quiet.

Nanami would whisper sweet nothings in yiur ear. You can't even hear what he's saying over the intense shocks of pleasure but none the less his voice goes to your cloudy head and all you can do is moan in response to the praise.

Toji would fuck you infront of a mirror. He just loves doggy and want you to see how pretty you look. He'd also want to see you so it'd very self indulgent. He just really enjoys watching in live time how your face reacts to the intense pleasure.

[tsuutarr]

Begging and pleading for more content of that little elf freak 🙏🏻🙏🏻

you're so right, he's a freak lmaooo

so ofc he needs a nsfw continuation!! first part is here for anyone that wants it~

Yandere! Elf (Reol Mahija) x afab! Reader

When Reol had worked on his little secret… experiment involving you, Reol had no idea that you would come to him for help. Oh, but he’s not complaining. On the contrary, the mere thought that you trust him does things to him – it makes heat pool in his belly, makes his fingers tingle.

So of course Reol agrees to help you. How can he refuse you when you look so cute? So sweet?

This does put him in a little predicament, however, but Reol is nothing if not a genius, so it isn’t too hard to find a work around.

He’ll provide you with some false solutions, like drinking chamomile tea before breakfast or wearing certain colors, that seem to work for a bit, before your little issue springs to life again. He’s found that doing this is a lot more satisfying than teasing you every night – you’re both so much more sensitive if he’s left you alone for a week or so.

Plus, he managed to sneak in a little camera the last time you invited him to your room. Now, he can watch you squirm and moan as he uses his pocket pussy to tease your hole open with his long fingers. Your voice is so sweet, your expression is so alluring – oh, how can you tempt him like this?

It’s gotten to the point where this isn’t enough. It’s not enough, not anymore.

So, of course, Reol uses his brain to think of his next plan. It’s foolproof, surely, he thinks as he feels you clench around his fingers as you cum. With a low moan, Reol strokes his cock a few more times, before he spills into his hand, his shoulders shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm. You always feel so good, always so perfect for him. So can you blame him for wanting more?

So, yes, his plan will work. He’ll make sure of it.

“What?” you ask the next day, cheeks hot from Reol’s words. It’s not just the content that has thrown you off guard, but the way he’s said it, too – so blunt and to the point. How is he not embarrassed?!

“As stated, your problem doesn’t seem to be resolving despite the numerous attempts we have made,” he responds, looking calm as he always does. There’s no way for you to know how intensely his heart seems to be beating inside his chest. He thinks he's going to go into cardiac arrest at this rate. “So, it’d be best if I took a look, don’t you agree? It’ll help me better understand your situation.” 

“W–well, yeah, I guess, but…” you gulp, looking at the floor, unable to look into his eyes.

“We do not have to do anything you do not wish to.” Reol looks contemplative, though he’s inwardly panicking, desperate for your agreement. “But I have no leads currently, so it’s quite difficult to find more solutions.”

You bite your bottom lip and Reol can only watch you nervously. He’s done what he can to nudge you – it’s your turn to say yes or no.

Finally, after what seems like years, you look at him. “...Okay, yeah, you’re right,” you agree, looking determined despite your embarrassment. “I trust you, Reol.”

Oh. Oh. Reol thinks he can die happy now. You explicitly told him that you trust him? It’s enough to make him want to soar into the skies. But beyond that…

You agreed to his idea. You agreed.

Reol can hardly wait.

But even as impatience makes itself known to Reol, he waits for you as patiently as he can. He waits for you to make yourself comfortable on the Student Council Room’s couch. He waits patiently as you prepare yourself for him to inspect your pussy.

By the time you’re ready, Reol’s cock is already straining against his slacks. He’s grateful that the school robes are loose enough to cover his excitement, but really, can you blame him? When he sees your pretty pussy in person for the first time, Reol swears he’s going to die. He’s going to die, but he’ll die happy.

Despite wanting to do nothing but make you melt under his touch, he’s careful with his movements. Gently, he places a hand on your thigh as he slots himself between your legs.

“Are you ready?” he asks, looking up at you.

“Yeah,” you whisper, body feeling hot.

“Don’t worry.” He kisses your inner thigh lightly, throat bobbing at the sight of your cunt – it's everything he's dreamed of and more. Gods, you’re just so beautiful from head to toe. “You can tell me to stop.” Which, yes, is true – but Reol will make sure you can’t tell him to stop.

He continues kissing your thighs, light pecks that send tingles down your spine. You’re so cute – your moans, your expressions, everything. It makes Reol want to ravage you completely.

“So, is there a pattern to when your little… problem occurs?” he murmurs, long fingers drawing rune-like shapes on your abdomen.

“Ngh– no,” you respond, thighs twitching due to Reol’s soft touches. “I haven’t found a pattern ye–” a loud moan escapes your lips as something begins to spread you open. Your tight hole stretches around nothing, more moans leaving you as an invisible object thrusts itself into you at a steady pace.

“Fascinating,” Reol murmurs, transfixed on the way your cunt stretches open. He watches all of you, determined to engrave this memory in his brain forever. The way you sound, the way you look, the way you feel – he’s determined to record every single detail.

He already thought he had done a fine job when he connected your pussy to his pocket pussy. But he’s even more pleased this time. He had set up a dildo that would thrust into his pocket pussy on his command, a perfect idea to ensure that your suspicion wouldn’t ever land on him. Plus, he gets to enjoy having you in his hands, even if it’s just for this moment.

So, of course, it would be a waste if he didn’t use this opportunity. He leans forward, licking your clit, before sucking it into his mouth. You gasp, grabbing a fistful of his hair, making him moan around your clit.

“Reol!” you gasp as you feel his mouth on you. He continues to eat you out like you’re his last meal, sucking and nipping you as he watches your reactions. Gods, you’re so cute, so wonderful. Reol can’t believe how lucky he is right now. He looks at you with worship, adoration deep in his eyes as he works to please you.

Reol’s movements along with the invisible object stretching you open is too much for you, making you let out a loud keen as you soak Reol’s face with your juices. Your legs wrap around Reol’s head as he helps you ride out your orgasm, gently suckling your clit while soothingly rubbing your hips. Satisfied, Reol allows the invisible object – the dildo – to finally pull out of the pocket pussy – you – once you stop cumming. Your pussy clenches around nothing, making Reol wish he could just reach out and fill you up himself, but he knows he should be patient.

“Hm, this has given me a lot to think about,” Reol murmurs, licking your cum off his lips. Yes, he’ll think about a way to ensure that you’ll be his. But for you, it sounds like he’ll think up more solutions to your problem. “I'll come to you with any news ideas I have.”

“I… I’d appreciate that,” you gasp, still feeling boneless from your orgasm.

“Of course,” Reol says, giving you a look of affection that’s so incredibly soft that you’re not sure if you’ve imagined it in your post-orgasmic bliss or not. “I… care about you. Truly. So… I wish to help you.”

Somehow, those words touch you. Especially with how Reol gently begins to clean you up with a towel.

“Water? Snacks?” Reol asks, using his magic to bring out some water and snacks from his bag. He offers them to you, which you take gratefully.

“Thanks, Reol.”

“Of course,” Reol responds, pleased with your reaction. He had read that the way to someone’s heart is through food and being kind, so he’s adamant to make sure he follows the advice. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

“I will,” you reply, completely unaware of Reol’s plans or actions. To you, it just appears like he’s helping you with all his heart because he cares without any ulterior motives. And it’d be a lie to say that Reol’s care for you didn’t feel nice because, truthfully, it did. 

And it’s true that Reol cares for you, he does, and he’s working hard to find a solution to your problem.

It’s just too bad that he’s the source of your problem in the first place.

[thebrokengate]

LEWISSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

Sorry. Sorry! Reflex. 😅

Anyway, I just want to say now that I've had time to review this video this morning, HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO WELL DONE! Your readings of the queer subtext in this game are so well put together, and I also have to thank you for adding in the parts about the Don Quixote story as someone who hasn't read it and never got to know the book that made Luis into the character that he is. I found myself nodding along in agreement as well to your reading of Krauser as I consider myself, after spending multiple months after the game came out studying him like a bug under a microscope, to probably be one of the most knowledgeable people about his character and his queer coding. There are a couple things I want to add if you don't mind me doing so though!

Not only does Krauser have the "Anything to make the pretty boy feel special!" line, he also has another line that's either next to impossible to trigger or has been deleted where he tells Leon, "You rely on those pretty blues too much!" And though I can't find a clip of him saying it anywhere on video (and trust me I've tried like. every playthrough that exists on YouTube ever and if you or anyone else finds one PLEASE SEND IT TO ME I NEED IT FOR. reasons.), it is said in this collection of his lines from the game at 2:50. I'm also going to warn you before you click- volume warning because the first line that comes up is Krauser yelling "DIEEEEE" like a death metal singer and it blew out my eardrums the first time I clicked it. Please help me, I am in pain.

More on Krauser: remember when Leon says right after Luis dies, "You won't get away with this, Krauser"? Well... somebody please tell me why Leon tries to or at least thinks about leaving the fight multiple times during the arena boss battle then? The first time it happens is in the opening cutscene after Krauser says, "I've been waiting for you, rookie" where Leon's already looking for a path to escape before Krauser poses the question, "Worried about the girl, is that it?" (and then he says "That's just like you. You've always had poor judgment" which can be taken in.. a number of ways LOL. Is his judgment poor for trying to save everyone or for going after women instead of men- *gunshot sound*) When the battle kicks off, Krauser says, "Better run, rookie!" to which Leon replies, "Not like I have a choice." Which.. he absolutely has another choice: to fight back. Krauser comments several times about how shaky and unsteady Leon is while facing him, and even says, "What's wrong? Show no mercy!" He knows Leon doesn't want to do this and Leon comments multiple times in both fights against Krauser how Krauser isn't leaving him much choice but to fight him and he can't believe that Krauser is actually making him do this. The next time Leon tries to leave, it's right before Krauser uses his newfound power in las plagas to turn one arm into a weapon (before inevitably doing it to both). "Are we done here, Krauser?" Leon asks. Which makes me wonder. Uh- if he really was done, would Leon just let him walk away at this point? Krauser again comments here how Leon is too soft to do what's necessary - put Krauser out of his misery - and attacks again, knocking Leon down into the labyrinth. The final time that Leon tries to get away, he runs for the drawbridge that closes up on him and the look of pain on his face before Krauser jumps down behind him is.. it's just sad. He's tried multiple times to get away, but now he really has no choice. Every time he tries to run away, something else stops him, and now he has to go through with killing Krauser. Even when Krauser's down, he hesitates to do so for so long and had so much trouble doing so that originally, from what Mike Kovac said, Krauser was going to put his hand on Leon's on the knife to guide him to kill him but they couldn't do that because both of Krauser's arms were mutated (linking the video here. never forget what they took from us.. at 3:07:41). And I think it's worth noting too that this is the only fight where Leon tries so hard to get away. Right after this is the Saddler fight and Leon remarks, "I'll make sure you're the next to go, Saddler" and actually does it without trying to leave once. For the duration of the entire fight, Leon flip flops back and forth between trying to leave and trying to reason with Krauser, and it's such a testament to Leon's character how even after all Krauser has done, he still wants to save him (in fact, neither one of these idiots [affectionate] really wanted to kill each other and you can tell in Krauser's responses to actually killing Leon and the way he plays with his food in the first fight like you said - but it ended in death anyway).. and Leon looking back at Krauser's body in the end like a lost puppy utterly destroys me every time.

Going into a little bit about the parallels of RE2R to RE4R, every character and every boss has parallels to each other. Mendez is like the new Mr. X, some of the boss movements of Krauser in the final fight after he's mutated resemble the stage 1 Birkin fight's movements (specifically they both can grab Leon's head and both have mutations starting with the arms), even something as simple as the Garradors paralleling the Lickers - both unable to see but can hear you and are very quick to kill you with their long claws or something that resembles claws. So it's only natural that certain character dynamics parallel too. When RE4R first came out, I saw some people say that "Luis is the new Marvin Branagh" but I disagree. I think that role rather goes to Krauser - in an equal but opposite way. Both Marvin and Krauser were people meant to train and lead Leon in his line of work, Marvin as his lieutenant and Krauser as his major. They also both refer to Leon as "rookie", and Krauser taught Leon to fight with a knife, just as you receive a combat knife from Marvin in RE2R. Equal characters, but opposites. So no, I think Luis actually instead parallels Ada. At least for Leon. Why? He has a shady past, having worked with Umbrella, much like Ada has a shady past running missions for Wesker as a mercenary. He appears and disappears multiple times, leaving and rejoining Leon just like Ada did in RE2R. And there's a moment where he dies, just the way Leon originally thought Ada did at the end of RE2R except this time Luis actually does die. But what's changed here? Luis was on a mission of redemption, dying a better man than he was before, unlike in RE2R where it ends with Ada and Leon turning on each other before Ada seemingly falls to her death. They're both wounded by a third party - Ada being shot by Annette and Luis being stabbed by Krauser - as well. So if that's not more to the queer coding of Luis, I don't know what is. But I also want to elaborate on my "at least for Leon" point because, even though it's irrelevant to the queer coding, Luis acts as a parallel in Ada's story to Leon. She has to save him, he gets himself into trouble all the time, his heart is often bigger than his brain, he's the one she wants to get her the amber, she pushes him away when he tries to care for her like Leon did in RE2R... the works. Luis was a second chance for both of them to make amends with their Raccoon City past together.

Last thing to note, just... Why is there so much BDSM in this game? Jeezaloo!

But that's just a fun addition, lmao.

Anyway, this video was so good and thank you so much for sharing it with the world! :)

hi happy re4 20th. here's a 50 minute long video to celebrate it

[k0nanharv3y]

I WANT HIM TO BE MAD, I WANT HIM TO COLAPSE AND CRY HIS LUNGS OUT I WANT HIM TO SCREAM... I'm allergic to happiness :[ so then I should proceed

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Tim knew how to be mean, rude and how to hurt people with his words, I mean, he was raised by Fucking Janet Drake. He knew what he was doing

And he was so done with Damian, and life, apparently

Damian who's being an asshole about his birth rights and how Drake would never be worth enough to have the Robin mantle: The only reason you're part of this family is because father couldn't let go you with what you know!

Tim, who already knows this fact and is running on half an hour of sleep and a liter of coffee only: Oh, really?! The only reason he took you in was because he had to, not because he loved you. We were a choice, you were just an obligation caused by a mistake

And then there was silence

Damian's face was red and there was a glimmer of tears in his eyes. Tim's chest rose and fell as if he had run a marathon

And a heavy folder fell to the floor of the cave, breaking the silence and about to break everything around it

Bruce, who's been listening to the discussion in silence, because he had no right to step into it because he's scared of feelings: Tim! You cannot say that! Apologize!

Tim, who is about to cry because he's so tired: Apologize?! What the hell Bruce!? He started this shit!

Damian stepped away from Tim, frowning, hurt and ready to start fighting if Tim decided to take more physical action against him

Bruce: He is a child!

Tim, feeling something inside him slowly burn: A child?!, That demon tried to kill me and that "child" is 15 years old, he can't not understand the consequences of his actions and his words, you can't-! You can't always defend him Bruce! He has to understand that-

Bruce, who has gotten too close to Tim, standing in front of him, using all his height to appear bigger than him: Of course I can!, He is my son

Tim: I am your son too!

And the silence came again, tears in Tim's eyes. A silent gasp from Bruce and the bats screeching from the screams they were both throwing at each other

Tim: This is unfair...

He muttered, taking steps away from Bruce, lowering his head, red with shame and tears

Tim: It's unfair that he... that you...! I'm your son too, why don't you love me like you love him?

Bruce: Tim, that's not-

Tim: Yes it is!, I understand-! I understood in the past that you weren't at your best, I understood that you didn't love me! I understood that, Bruce!, during my years as Robin I understood that! And I understand that you've changed, I understand that the Bruce that Damian has now is not the Bruce that I had, but it is...! It's unfair that you still don't defend me like you defend him! Not even as your son, but as your partner! It's unfair and-! Why can't you just-?! Why don't you love me, Bruce?!

The tears now had no qualms about falling like waterfalls, and the sobs made his voice sound younger than Tim was, younger than Bruce had ever heard

Bruce: I love you T-

Tim: It's not the same if I have to yell at you, Bruce! Damian gets pets, presents, TIME! And all I got for my birthday was trust issues and trauma, when I pulled you out of the timestream you didn't even-! You didn't even say anything to me! If you didn't love me, then you would have let me keep up with the uncle lie! At least then I'd know what I was getting from you and what you wanted from me!

Their ears registered the sounds of footsteps, the worried voices. But none of them gave a fuck

Tim: What you want from me now, Bruce?! Tell me! What you want from me?!

Bruce: I-

The words caught in the adult's throat, because, the kid in front of him (because Tim was a kid, because he could never grow up to be anything outside of what Bruce needed) looked so tired and nothing Bruce said was going to make up for years of feeling unloved and unwanted, just needed. And Bruce couldn't think of a time when he had ever made that thought questionable (Bruce had literally conditioned the kid to put others before himself)

Bruce: I'm sorry

And if Tim started to sob ugly and wet, that would be his problem. He was so tired to worry about it

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Part 2 Jumpscare!!

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[twijaxx]

Hellooo, this is my first time sending a request to you, but I’ve been craving a sweet and comforting ness x fem reader. I just read the latest chapter and I just want to comfort him and hug him, kissing his tears away. Thank you!!

OMG yess!! my baby Ness deserve it after what he been thru in the latest chapters :(

"Ness you should quit soccer. This is not the place for those who live for someone else. Pigs without autonomy should get lost." Those words said by Kaiser kept replaying in Ness head, he cant believe after what he did for Kaiser he would just abandon him like that! But the more Ness thought about the recent match, more and more tears where dripping down his chin, onto your chest.

"Its gonna be okay Ness, let it all out.." -you said while gently playing with his brown hair.

"i just cant believe this! after all i did for him? he just left me like a toy he didnt want to play with no more!!"- he sobbed, you really felt bad for him, you couldnt imagine what it feels like, beging abandon by a person you trusted with your life? You saw what Ness said to Kaiser afterwards on the TV, "I dont have a reason to play soccer besides making you the world's best Kaiser..." You knew Ness to well, he will try to bring Kaiser back at all cost, he will beg him until the day Kaiser accept's another club offer and finally leave Bastards Munchen.

You cant stand seeing your baby cry, Ness is very emotional person situations like that happens really often, just Ness crying because Kaiser said something cruel to him. You fell bad everytime he comes back from a match or practice with tears in his eyes. Everytime you say "its gonna be okay" but you know this will happen over and over again until Ness finally realises Kaiser will never change. "Look at me Ness, come on dont cry. Maybe you want to watch your favorite movie? Or take a bath together? Oh! maybe we should go get some icecream?"

"Yeah.. Icecream sounds like a good idea.. Just five more minutes i- need to acept the fact that Kaiser will never take me back" "Oh baby.. you know i cant stand seeing you cry" -You say as you kiss him on the lips "I love you" "I love you too mein Schatz.."

I hope you liked that nonnie! its the first request im writing so i hope its not that bad LMAO I LOVE NESS SO MUCH AHHHHHHHHHH ALSO IM SORRY IF THERES SOME GRAMMAR MISTAKES I WAS WRITING THIS ON MY PC INSTEAD OF MY PHONE LIKE I ALWAYS DO

[sailor-hufflepuff]

I’m going to answer in good faith that you are actually curious as to our rationale, and not trolling us.

I never said he saved the world. His priority was, and always has been, to turn Ravka into a refuge for Grisha, so that they had somewhere safe to come.

Two, “expanding the Fold” didn’t mean “plunge the whole world into shadow”. It meant “expanding it into enemy territories as a threat, to get them to stop invading Ravka constantly so the country can get a freaking break.” If he had the power to move it where he wanted to, that gave him leverage to bring other governments to the negotiation table.

Next, in the show we are blatantly shown that Novakribirsk is a military town, at that time mostly filled with a rebel faction that were ready to declare war on Ravka (and also were working with the druskelle to sell Grisha to Fjerda). Were there civilian casualties? Yes. But if that attack prevented a full on Ravkan civil war, then the body count would arguably be worth it.

Stealing Alina’s power was where he really messed up. In him mind, he was basically putting her in time out - he made it obvious that he planned on them eventually being equals, but at that point she was too young and impetuous to be trusted with her powers (especially since she had complained CONSTANTLY about wanting them to be gone). Was it wrong? Yes. Can I see his logic? Also yes. In his mind, the two of them had eternity to figure things out between them, he was just making sure she didn’t screw up his plans in the meantime.

This is where it starts to get complicated. Honestly, nearly ALL of the Darkling’s actions from S&S on are nonsensical, and a total contradiction to everything we know about him before that. The Watsonian explanation is usually that the merzhost he used to survive the Fold after Alina abandoned him there drove him insane.

The Doylist explanation is that the Darkling got popular, and LB got too much push back from the puritanical side of the fandom, so she started making him do All The Evil so they readers would understand He’s The Bad Guy (Really, Don’t Look at the Monarchy).

That being said.

If by “hurt Genya” you mean the scarring in S&S, she was a soldier under his command who actively worked against him in a combat scenario. If you’re referring to her serving in the Grand Palace… that is 100% on the King and Queen, not him.

Attacking Alina’s home and killing her mother-figure (honestly a laughable concept, nothing about Ana Kuya before that implied any such relationship): he was trying to stop Alina. She was fighting a WAR against him, and was the only person with a chance of stopping him.

What should he have done? She’s the one who brought Keramzin into it by sending Grisha there. He didn’t harm the children, whatever he claimed, but he executed her allies.

He is a General. Fighting a War.

Those people he was taking from her? Abusers. Monarchy supporters. Turncoats. In his mind, he was freeing her from their influence. They were the ones holding her back.

Again, I don’t agree with these actions, I think they were not the correct way to handle things - mostly because he SERIOUSLY underestimated Alina’s selfishness and desire to fade into obscurity with Mal regardless of what that meant for the world - but if you remember that these are two military leaders in a war where thousands are dying, and not a YA couple going through a bad breakup…

The logic isn’t hard to understand.

“Heroes” and “Villains” exist in context. If there were someone who was better for Ravka, who helped people and made the world a better place, then yes, he would be an example of an anti-hero becoming a villain in his extremis.

But there isn’t. Literally every other character on the “Hero” side does things just as bad - and usually worse - for the country.

Meaning when you tally the actual outcomes of characters actions, for good or evil… he comes out as the greatest force for good in the entire narrative.

How can you call that person a villain?

Apparently I need to say it again:

While other people may ship darklina because they enjoy seeing the heroine with the villain, I ship them because I DON’T think he’s a villain.

In fact, all things being equal, he did more good for Ravka and the Grisha than all the “heroes” combined.

[asterafroditis]

𐔌 . ⋮ wake up, sleepyhead.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Silver x gn! reader

𓏵 704 words

ᝰ.ᐟ 3rd Person POV, no pronouns used, established relationship with reader, angst, hurt/comfort

sorry if Silver is ooc, I'm not too knowledgeable on his personality (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ) feel free to like, reblog, or leave a comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

Silver loves you with all his heart, but no matter how much he tries to tell himself that, the guilt never truly goes away. He doesn’t doubt your love or patience— if anything, he feels like he doesn’t deserve them. How could he, when every moment spent with you feels like a moment stolen by his uncontrollable slumber?

It wasn’t as if you didn’t know. From the very beginning, you’d been well aware of the spell placed on him as a child. You’d told him countless times that it didn’t bother you, that you understood this was something he couldn’t control. But Silver couldn’t stop the self-reproach that grew every time he awoke to find your face patiently waiting for him.

He hated the way it always played out: an afternoon spent together under the dappled sunlight of a quiet forest, with you happily chatting away about something or other. Then, without warning, his eyelids would begin to droop, his head would grow heavy, and no amount of willpower could stop him from succumbing to the pull of sleep.

When he awoke, there you were, still by his side, smiling softly as though nothing had happened. But Silver could see the faint concern lingering in your eyes, could feel the way your hands hesitated for just a second longer before reaching for his. And that was what crushed him most of all—that you cared so much, even when he felt he didn’t deserve it.

“Why don’t you leave me?” he asked one day, the words slipping out before he could stop them. His voice was quiet, trembling with the weight of everything he’d kept inside. “You don’t have to waste your time with someone like me. You could be with someone who could give you all the time in the world... someone who wouldn’t fall asleep in the middle of your sentences.”

Your eyes widened, shock flashing across your face before quickly softening. “Silver, what are you talking about?” you murmured, stepping closer to him.

He shook his head, unable to meet your gaze. “I... I don’t want to be a burden to you. You deserve someone who can give you their full attention, not someone who spends half of your time together unconscious. I feel like I’m stealing from you.”

“Silver,” you whispered, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “You’re not stealing anything from me.”

“But I am!” he burst out, his voice cracking under the weight of his guilt. “Every time I fall asleep, I take away time we could have spent together. I feel so selfish for holding you back like this... and I can’t even stop it. I can’t change it.”

You waited for a moment, letting his words settle before speaking again. “You’re right,” you said softly, surprising him. “You can’t change it. And that’s okay. I don’t need you to change anything, Silver.”

He looked at you then, eyes wide and searching. “But why?”

“Because I love you,” you said simply. “And being with you means accepting every part of you, even the parts you might not like about yourself. When you fall asleep around me, it’s not a waste of time. It’s a reminder that you feel safe enough to let your guard down. That you trust me enough to be vulnerable.”

Silver’s breath hitched, his heart clenching painfully at your words. He wanted to believe you, wanted to let go of the guilt that weighed him down. But it was so hard.

You reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. “You’ve spent your whole life protecting others, haven’t you? Always on guard, always thinking about everyone else. But with me... you don’t have to do that. You can rest, Silver. I don’t mind. In fact, I love that you trust me enough to do that.”

For a long moment, Silver couldn’t find the words to respond. His chest felt tight, a strange mix of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Slowly, he lowered his head, letting his silver hair fall into his eyes as he whispered, “Thank you.”

And for the first time, he allowed himself to believe, just a little, that maybe he wasn’t stealing your time. Maybe, just maybe, you were giving it willingly.

[bright-side20]

A little Elriel scene 😁

Elain stood near the edge of the crowd, her gaze flicking toward the dais where the royal family sat. The King and Queen of Valahan, wearing their crystalline crowns, looked like cold statues on their high thrones. Beside them, the Crown Prince stood tall and proud, his piercing eyes sweeping over the room.

Azriel stood at her side, his wings slightly spread, the faint brush of them against her shoulders like a silent reassurance that everything would go as planned.

“To peace and prosperity, and to the Night Court’s alliance.”

A wave of polite applause followed, and the guests raised their glasses. A chill ran down Elain’s spine as a servant handed her a goblet.

Azriel hesitated beside her, his sharp gaze fixed on the drink. After a moment, he lifted his goblet and took a small sip, his face unreadable. Elain noticed his hand tighten slightly around the glass.

She raised her own goblet, but before it could touch her lips, Azriel’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist. “Don’t,” he said firmly, his voice low but urgent.

Elain blinked, her brow furrowing. “Is it…?”

“Not here,” Azriel cut her off, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We need to leave the room. Now.”

Her heart skipped a beat as her gaze darted toward the dais. The Crown Prince’s eyes were on her. “They’ll see us,” Elain whispered, her voice tight with worry.

Azriel followed her gaze, his grip on her wrist tightening. One of the nobles stepped forward, bowing deeply before the royal family and launching into a speech. Elain seized the moment, gently tugging at Azriel’s arm. Together, they slipped toward the nearest exit, moving through the crowd.

The moment they were free of the hall, Azriel stumbled. His shoulder brushed against the wall.

“Azriel,” Elain whispered, stepping closer to him. Her voice filled with concern. “What’s happening?”

“The drink,” he muttered. “There was something in it. I didn’t want you to…” He shook his head, trying to clear it, but his steps faltered again.

Elain quickly wrapped an arm around his waist, steadying him. “We need to get you somewhere safe. Come on,” she urged softly.

By the time they reached her chambers, his weight leaned heavily against her, and his usually graceful movements were clumsy. She managed to guide him to the bed, her heart racing as she helped him sit down, half-laying him back against the headboard.

“Azriel, talk to me,” she said, brushing strands of hair from his face. “What do you think it was? Could the royal family...”

“It doesn’t matter,” he interrupted, his hazel eyes fluttering open to meet hers. “You’re safe..”

She shook her head. “Of course it matters! If they’re targeting you...us...we need to know.”

Elain glanced toward the door. “I’m going to find a healer. You need help..."

“No,” he said sharply. “We can’t risk it. If the wrong person finds out I’m unwell... We’re already on fragile ground with this treaty.”

Her stomach churned. “Azriel, you’re hurt. They poisoned you.”

“And we can’t let them see it worked,” he said firmly. His head tipped back against the Headboard, his chest heaving.

Elain felt her pulse quicken, fear spreading through her. If only she knew exactly what was in that drink, maybe she could cure him with one of the remedies Madja had taught her.

“Do you have any idea what it could’ve been?” she asked

Azriel shook his head, unable to speak.

She sat next to him, her hand reaching to touch his face. His skin burned under her fingers, a faint sheen of sweat covering his brow. His breathing was uneven and ragged, and his eyes were hazy. Whatever poison or substance was in that drink was dragging him under, and she could feel how wrong it was. The fear of something happening to him clawed at her chest.

“We need to get you to Velaris,” she said. “Can you winnow us?”

Azriel shook his head again, his hand gripping the edge of the bed as though he was fighting to stay conscious. “I… I can’t. Not like this,” he rasped, his voice low. “I don’t trust myself to get us there safely.”

His head lolled against the headboard, and his hand fumbled at his side. Elain watched, frozen, as he pulled Truth-Teller from its sheath and held it out to her.

“Take it,” he rasped, his hand trembling. “If… If something happens, you’ll need it.”

Her lips parted in shock. “I’m not leaving you,” she said firmly. “Don’t even think about asking me to.”

Azriel let out a weak, frustrated growl, his hand dropping the blade onto the bed. “I just sipped a little… nothing will happen to me. I just need to rest. Elain, you...”

“No.” Her tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. “I’m staying.”

His shadows curled protectively around her, as if agreeing with her decision. She glanced toward the door. “Azriel,” she said softly, brushing his damp hair back. “I need your shadows to watch the door, to make sure no one is coming.”

The wisps of darkness immediately darted toward the edges of the room. Elain let out a relieved breath and turned her focus back to Azriel’s flushed face. His temperature was climbing...she could feel the heat radiating from him even from inches away.

She stood quickly, hurrying toward the bathroom, fighting the burning in her throat. If only Feyre or Rhys could contact her, but they were too far, and she knew their daemati powers couldn’t reach this far. She grabbed a clean towel, soaked it in cold water, and wrung it out.

When she returned, Azriel was slumped against the headboard, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

“Azriel,” she said softly, placing the cool cloth on his forehead. He flinched at the touch but soon relaxed, a faint sigh slipping past his lips.

Her gaze shifted to his Illyrian leathers, dark and heavy against his overheating skin. She knew they had to come off. "Azriel," she said hesitantly, her cheeks warming. "I need to…" She gestured awkwardly toward his armor.

His eyes flickered open, and he gave a faint nod, too weak to speak. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the clasps on his chest. The intricate buckles and straps were tight, and she fumbled as she tried to undo them.

"The buttons… are at the back," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

She climbed onto the bed, helping him lean his weight on her. Her hands brushed over the smooth expanse of his back as she searched for the fastenings. Her fingers accidentally grazed the base of his wings, and he shuddered violently, his body jerking.

She froze, her hands going still. "I’m sorry," she whispered, her heart pounding. Cerridwen had once explained how Illyrian wings were extremely sensitive. But before she could pull away, his hand shot out, gripping her waist and pulling her closer. Her breath hitched as she found herself pressed against him.

"Don’t apologize. I should," he said hoarsely, his hazel eyes red and locked onto hers. Before she could respond, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her neck. His lips were soft, almost burning, and she bit her lip to stop a sound from escaping.

"I… I tried," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "Tried to stay away. But you… you make it impossible."

Her lips parted as she whispered, "Azriel, you’re feverish. You’re not yourself."

He let out a low, humorless laugh. "No, Elain. For once, I think I am." His fingers brushed lightly against the underside of her breasts, making her shudder.

Undressing him now was probably a bad idea, but she didn’t have any other choice. She had to do something to bring his temperature down. She reached for his back again, unfastening the armor and gently slipping it off until his chest was bare. And gods, his muscles were sharp and defined. She wondered how many centuries of training it had taken for him to have a body like that. The tattoos covering his chest and shoulders made him look even more powerful. She couldn’t stop staring, and she hated how her fingers itched with the urge to touch him.

Elain swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she reached for the cool cloth again. Before she could press it to his skin, his hands found her waist. In one swift motion, he rolled, and she gasped as she ended up beneath him, his head resting heavily on her chest. His fingers brushed against her thigh, his touch light but enough to make her shiver. The weight of him was overwhelming, his wings spread wide like a fallen angel.

She tried to move, but the moment she shifted, he let out a low sound of protest, a quiet growl that made her heart race.

“Azriel,” she said, her voice shaky.

His head moved slightly, nuzzling closer to her, his breath warm against her breasts.

“Yes, love?” he murmured, his voice rough and low.

Her breath caught, her chest tightening at the way he said it, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. She reminded herself that he was hallucinating, whatever he had drunk was playing with his mind.

"Please," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She brought a hand to his hair, brushing it back gently. "You need to let me help you."

"But you are helping," he murmured, his lips brushing against the soft curve of her breasts, and she nearly whimpered. "I just need to feel you," he added, his hand slipping under her dress, dangerously close to the edge of her underwear.

"Don’t leave me," he continued. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to hers. His hazel eyes, usually so guarded, were wide and filled with something raw...fear, longing, hunger...it made her chest ache

“Elain…” he murmured. “You always disappear when I wake up. You’re always... a beautiful dream.”

She brought her hands to his face, cupping his jaw gently, her thumbs brushing over his high cheekbones. His skin was burning, a feverish warmth that made her worry deepen.

"I’m here, Azriel. I’m not going anywhere," she said as her fingers trailed along the sharp line of his jaw.

His eyes fluttered closed at her touch, a quiet sigh escaping him. She shifted slightly, moving her hand to his hair, threading her fingers through the soft, dark strands. Slowly, gently, she combed through his hair, her touch soothing him.

Her fingers continued their soft path, brushing over his hair, down to his jaw, and back again. She couldn’t stop herself from memorizing every detail...the sharp angles of his face, the curve of his lips... She couldn’t help but think how beautiful he was...the way everything about him seemed to draw her in.

He let out a soft hum, almost a contented sound, as his breathing evened out completely. His wings, which had been taut and tense, relaxed against the bed, draping around them.

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself imagine a life where this was real...a life where they were just a couple, safe and warm, in each other’s arms. But that wasn’t the truth. The truth was that poison was burning through Azriel’s body right now, and he might not even remember what he’d said to her. The truth was that she didn’t know how to help him, the royal family might have already noticed their absence, and she was supposed to give a speech by the end of the event. Everything could fall apart at any moment.

Tears blurred her vision, burning hot against her cheeks.

A hot liquid seeped onto her chest, and she had to clamp her hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming when she saw blood trickling from Azriel’s nose and mouth.

Panic surged through her as she quickly moved from beneath him, turning him to face her. “Azriel,” she cried, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. “Stay with me, please.”

But he didn’t respond. His face was pale, his breathing shallow.

If anything happened to him, she swore she would destroy this kingdom. She would burn it to the ground.

A wave of power surged through her, making the Truth-Teller hum where it rested on the bed. She froze, her gaze snapping to the dagger. It buzzed with an energy that felt alive, calling to her as if it was trying to speak.

Her trembling fingers reached for the blade. The moment her hand closed around it, a strange sense of calm washed over her. She remembered how she had once commanded it to save her sister, and now, she closed her eyes, focusing on her power...the blade’s power.

“Undo what’s poisoning his blood,” she said, her voice firm despite her shaking hands.

A shadow flowed from the dagger, dark and cool, like smoke wrapping around her fingers. It glided over Azriel’s chest and sank into his skin, disappearing as quickly as it came. She held her breath, watching for any sign of change.

Azriel twitched, his brows furrowing, and his breathing hitched. His lips parted as a low groan escaped him, and she pressed a hand to his cheek. Relief flooded her when the heat began to fade from his skin, and the blood stopped.

His eyes blinked, hazy at first, but gradually they focused on her. For a moment, he said nothing, just looked at her as if trying to figure out if she was real. "Heaven" he murmured, his gaze shifting over her face as though she was an angel.

Before she could respond, an overwhelming urge to hold him swept through her, and she unconsciously leaned forward to hug him.

Azriel's hand gently rested on her back, and he whispered hoarsely, "You saved me."

But as the words left his lips, the shadows in the room stirred, shifting uneasily. They whispered urgently in his mind. He lifted his head, eyes narrowing as the shadows warned him.

"It's time," he said, his voice more forceful now. "You have to give your speech."

[poetlus]

PROMISE — ex!kenma x reader

SYNOPSIS: you and kenma don’t know how to be exes, but you also don’t know how to be together. so, you made a promise to yourself: this is going to be your last time.

WORDCOUNT: 1.4k

A/N: hrrnnng not proofread but ive been through all this.. so source: trust me. probably ooc kenma

You and Kenma had been on and off for.. a while. The two of you didn’t know how to be exes. You didn’t know how to move on. There was so much history, so much chemistry. How could you be as comfortable with anyone else as you were with each other? How could you love someone else as much as you loved him?

Despite breaking up over and over again, the two of you didn’t love each other any less; However, you were starting to get tired of this cycle. You didn’t want to feel like you had the world in your hands one day, and nothing the next. It was exhausting being with Kenma, but it was even more so being without him.

So, you made a promise to yourself. No matter how much you missed him, how much everything reminded you of him, how many times you thought about texting him, you wouldn’t. You weren’t going to go back, this was the last time.

The last time.

“Kenma, I can’t keep doing this. It’s so hard to keep this cycle up. It’s hard for the both of us.. You know it.” The boy was quiet, much like he always was when you were arguing. Quiet and passive. You hated that about him, how he would always let you do the talking. You wanted him to fight for you, dammit. Tell you that you were in the wrong. Keep you. You wanted him to keep you.

“If that’s what you want, okay.” He said, nodding. There was no expression in his face– he was never one to show his emotions. Your lip began to tremble and your eyes welled up. Dammit. There you go again.

“This– yeah. This is what I want. This is what we need.” He nodded once more. You turned around and began walking away. You were hoping for him to shout your name, grab your arm, anything to indicate that he wanted you to stay. But he didn’t.

The next few days were spent in your bed. You didn’t want to go anywhere, do anything, in case you saw him. Seeing him was the worst thing that could happen right now. His recognizable two-toned hair, hearing his soft voice, seeing his gorgeous eyes– the ones you fell for when you first saw him.

Those gorgeous, calm, golden fucking eyes.

You wanted to resent him. You wanted to be angry with him and you wanted to loathe him, but you just couldn’t. That boy, no matter what he did, was an angel. He was your best friend, your anchor. Someone you could go to no matter what, and now that’s gone. Now you had nobody.

Sixteen days.

It had been sixteen days since you and Kenma broke up, and the wound was still fresh. You were still heartbroken. You had been out in public and had seen him, and every time, your heart was torn even further. You kept him unblocked on everything, as did he. You were still easily accessible, and yet he did nothing.

You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you looked at the clock. 1:14AM. You should definitely go to sleep soon. You were just about to set your phone down when you got a text from an unsaved number.

You decided to answer it, you had nothing better to do anyway.

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:

Hey

You:

Who is this?

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:

Lol, deleted my number?

I didn’t think you were serious.

Ig I was wrong

You:

???

Who is this??

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:

It’s kenma, sorry

I didn’t think you’d answer

Fuck. What were you going to do? You promised yourself that you wouldn’t get back together with Kenma, but you missed him so fucking bad. You were always the first to break no contact, but it was him this time. Maybe something was wrong? You should at least check if he was okay.

You:

Oh

Hi

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:

Sorry

I thought you wouldve had my number saved

You:

No, I really was serious this time lol

But r u ok?

Yeah, use short messages– to convince him you were being genuine about ending the cycle.

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:

Ya

R u?

You:

Yup

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:

That’s good.

You:

Y did u text me?

Kenma:

Wanted to check up on you

And it’s cold outside

You:

?

Why does the temperature matter lol

Kenma:

Ok this is gonna sound completely crazy

But

Im outside

Like of ur house

And I was hoping you could talk to me in person?

But its ok if u dont

But I just wanna lyk im sorry

For everything

Is he being serious? He’s outside?? You peeked out of your bedroom window and there he was, a dark figure sitting on the curb across the street from your house. Were you going to go out there? Maybe just for a second. Maybe just to hear him out.

You:

I’ll be out

Moments later, you walked out of your front door in your pajamas and a hoodie. Feeling the cool breeze flow through your clothes made you shiver.

“Kenma?” You spoke, your voice slicing through the cold night like a sharp blade. He looked up from his phone and sat up, walking towards you.

“Y/n,” He said, almost sounding relieved. He walked up to you and you shied away from him, avoiding being too close. Kenma took a step back in turn.

“So, um, like in my text… I wanted to say that I’m sorry. For everything.”

“Kenma, you have nothing to be sorry about. I–”

“No, I do. I wish I had treated you better. I wish I had made an attempt to keep you with me, I wish I did everything differently. I wish I made you want to stay.”

In all honesty, you were shocked with how much Kenma just confessed. You never knew how much he was holding back, or even how much he cared. You knew he cared, but not this much. You never knew such a blank expression was carrying so much emotion.

“I– Kenma.. You were perfect. You’re an angel.” He furrowed his brow and shook his head, a street lamp illuminating his almost frustrated face.

“If I’m so perfect, why do we break up so much? What am I doing wrong?” Kenma reached for your hand and you hesitantly pulled away, pulling him out of his emotional mind. His facial expression softened and he looked sorrowful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t come here to yell at you.. I should go.”

When he took a step away from you, you muttered a small, “wait” Just barely loud enough for him to hear. He turned around silently.

“I want to talk about what we did wrong. And… how we can fix this. Us. Because I hate being without you, and I love you with my whole heart, I really do. I see you in everything, Kenma. I look for you in every stranger I meet and I think about you in everything I do.” Before you could stop yourself, the words were flowing out like a spilled glass of water– and your tears were spilling, too. You wiped your face with your sleeve and as you’re about to continue on, the warmth of Kenma’s body heat engulfs you.

“Oh, honey.” He says as he pulls you closer to him, letting you sob into his jacket. He begins to tear up, too, thinking of something to say. “Why are we doing this to ourselves?” The boy pet your hair and kissed your head until you got quieter, and eventually pulled away from him

You wiped your face once again and looked at him, the moonlight reflecting off of a single tear on his cheek. You cupped his face in your hands and wiped his tear away with a thumb. Instinctively, he leaned into your touch, letting more tears fall. Despite being with Kenma for so long, you had never once seen him cry, nor show this much emotion in general. You felt more connected to him than ever.

“How are we going to fix us, Y/n?” Kenma sniffled.

“Oh, Kenma, I have no idea.” You chuckled as you looked into his eyes. Those gorgeous, calm, golden eyes.

“I promise, I’ll try my best to fix us.” Kenma took your cheek in his left hand. He held his right hand out with his pinky up. You smiled and intertwined your own pinky with his.

“Me too, Kenma. I promise, this is our last time breaking up. We won’t ever again after this.”The two of you sealed the deal with a kiss and another hug, smiling warmly at each other.

“So…” You trailed off. Kenma looked curiously at you. “why were you outside of my house at 1AM? Were you—”

“No.. I was just taking a walk and ended up here— it’s not like that, I promise I wasn’t being a creepy ex.”

“Okay, whatever you say.” You looked at him suspiciously and then broke out into laughter, filling the silence of the night with your love for Kenma.

[koremakaria]

Embracing the Shadow.

There's still good in him! I know. There's still ... good in him.

And so we come to an end but then all ends are just another beginning. I simply adore this drama and how it deals with embracing the dark side of human nature.

In the epic final fight against the Supreme God, we have both the first incarnation of the Chaos Pearl and Saint Emperor Zhaoming together with the current incarnation of the Chaos Pearl and Demon Lord Zhaoming. It's the beginning and the end working together to effectively end an oppressive regime.

You have on one side the beginning of the cycle and you have on the other side the current/ end product of the great cycle of fate.

When the Supreme God is defeated, the Demon Lord has to make a decision. Endure punishment again or let the world burn. I love that he gets to see his old work station once more. Hello paperwork! .... how I miss you? Said the Demon Lord ... probably. In any case, he got to see the beginning of his life again and be reminded of who he was before Fate effectively cursed him with false memories.

Then he gets to meet his love, again. Pearl is different from Mu Xuanling because she represents innocence, good will, and optimism. While they are the same soul, they are in different stages of life experience. Here, the Demon Lord is glad to see his love but said that he's not the man she loves because he harbors dark thoughts. To be fair, Zhaoming probably had them too but he didn't let the darkness take over the goodness in him.

Demon Lord: 'what if I don't care about the world?'

Pearl: 'then I'll accompany you to the very end. Even if the world throw curses at you. I accept you for who you are'

She embraces the darkness in him knowing that there is still good in him. That's why she's crying the whole time because she has an unbreakable trust in his goodness even when he had already endured so much. Even when he stops believing in himself, she never did. She already knows what he would do. In turn this allows him to embrace his own darkness. Rather than letting it control him, he controls the darkness. Darkness then becomes just another part of him. All three incarnations of him shares one soul and so they are the same person with different experiences. By embracing the shadow he gets to decide who to be and eventually how to live moving forward. Embracing the shadow made whole once more.

I just love that the drama was allowed to portray this. Because the shadow represents dark thoughts and negative emotions we often feel we have to repressed but that we all have. To be human is to have feelings both positive and negative and be mature enough to exert control over them.

My ONE criticism is that they should have included the epilogue from the novel. I only peeked at the end but I really wanted to see the children. Hao Yi and Hao Er ... maybe another time.

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hihi! was wondering if I could request dyeing Junhan’s hair at like idk 3 AM 🙂‍↕️😸

Hello Hello! I hope that you like this!

Han Hyeongjun Summary: Dying Hyeongjun’s hair at 3am when you two should be sleeping. (idol au) WC:640 Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Browsing the hair dye section at 2:45 am definitely wasn’t what either Hyeongjun or you had planned, but sometimes it was fun to make spontaneous and maybe a little questionable decisions. 

“Won’t the company be mad at you dying your hair without permission though?” you asked with a hint of concern as you inspected a box of dye. 

“I might get scolded a bit, but they’re pretty open about letting us try out hair that we want,” he answered, picking up a box of sapphire black hair dye. 

“Ooh that would look good on you,” you say, taking the box from his hand. “The blue in it will help make the black not look flat and it matches your skin tone well,” you add, holding the box up to his face. 

“I didn’t know you knew so much about hair,” he said with a slight chuckle. 

“I’m no cosmetologist, but I do know a few things,” you shrug. “Do you like this color? Should we get it?” you questioned. 

“Yeah I like it and I trust your opinion,” he smiled. 

“Great , let’s get it,” you smile back at him. 

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Currently you're both in the bathroom of your apartment. Changed into clothes that you guys don’t care about. Your hand gloved up, but you can still feel the coolness of the dye seep through them. Hyeongjun is seated on the edge of the tub as you apply the dye to his head. His eyes are closed, enjoying the feeling of your hands working the dye into his roots. 

“Ah,” you let out, suddenly removing your hands from his hair.

“Are you ok?” Hyeongjun checked, eyes shooting open. 

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just…” you sniff, scrunching your nose. “My nose itches and I can’t-” you sniff again, shaking your head a little. “Scratch it.” Hyeongjun let’s a relieved breath and a slight laugh. 

“Come here,” he says gently. You crouch down in front of him. He lifts his hand to scratch your nose. “Here?” he asked. 

“Up a little bit.” He moved his hand up. “No wait down-ah right there.” Hyeongjun’s nails satisfy the itch on your nose. “Thanks,” you say standing back up. Your hands resume massaging the dye into his hair. Hyeonjun’s eyes fell closed once more. 

“Now we wait,” you announce, removing the gloves from your hands. After you made sure that his hair was thoroughly covered with the dye.

You set a timer for thirty minutes and Hyeonjun pulls up a playlist for you two to listen to while waiting for the dye to sit in his hair. 

Once the timer rings you turn on the water in the shower, adjusting the temperature and begin to carefully rinse the color from Hyeonjun’s hair, watching as the stained water disappears down the drain. 

“There all done,” you state, setting the towel you were using to dry his hair to the side. The pair of you walked over to the bathroom mirror so that Hyeonjun could see the finished result. “What do you think?” you asked. 

“I like it. You did a good job and you're right I think it suits me,” he replies. 

“It totally does. Villains are gonna freak out,” you say playfully, making Hyeongjun laugh. “Come on, let's take some pictures,” you insist. After snapping some pictures you send them to Hyeongjun, so that he can upload them. 

By the time you're finished cleaning up the sun is starting to peek out from the horizon. You and Hyeongjun can definitely feel the drowsiness starting to kick in. The two of you make yourselves comfortable under the covers of your bed. Knowing that you’ll have to be up in a few hours, but neither of you really care as you wrap your arms around each other whispering out ironic goodnights to each other as the sun rises.

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