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[ghcstao3]

obligatory ghostsoap medieval au with childhood friends to enemies-ish to lovers because i finally got around to watching nimona

young prince soap with an affinity for going out into the kingdom unsupervised and socializing with commoners, as much as it’s discouraged by his family. but it’s how he meets ghost.

ghost, a boy just as young and bright, who struggles to make ends meet for a family that only consists now of his mother and baby brother. soap tries to help in the ways he can, but it’s difficult when he’s only a child himself.

so they come up with a solution—soap finds ghost work at the castle so he can not only provide for his family, but he can spend time with soap, too.

it’s not until after ghost becomes a servant for the royal family does soap learn ghost is a dragon shifter.

it’s an accident, when he finds out—but thankfully soap isn’t scared. not like others, no. to him, it’s the best thing ever. but they understand it has to be kept a secret.

especially between late-night rides, soap clutching onto ghost’s spines as wind rushes through his hair, grinning ear to ear the entire time.

they’re careful, though.

until the servant that usually tends to soap’s parents falls ill and simple tasks fall to ghost—he’s been trusted with the youngest son, he can be trusted with a few things to do with the king and queen.

but then it’s ghost who finds them both dead, one morning. there isn’t any hint to who it could have been, but there’s only one assumption that could be made when ghost is found alone, panicking—and when several swords are pointed his way and he shifts as a fear response. so ghost is chased out.

he’s exiled. never to see soap again—not that it seems to matter. the look in the young prince’s eyes when they see each other in passing for one last time tells ghost enough about what soap thinks about him now.

but ghost swears to come back. he’ll find out who really killed the king and queen, get his name cleared, and maybe, maybe get soap back.

[pookieace]

HAND HOLDING WITH THE GENSHIN MEN

contains : fem!reader, smut (yeah this is smutty not soft sry not sry <3 lmaooo), mentions of cervix fucking, size kink, tummy bulges, breeding / impregnation kink, creampies woohoo, oooh the praise in this has me going a lil insane tbh, some degradation too, lots of oral, fingering, soft doms *sniffles* my weakness. includes scenarios for zhongli, kaeya, dain, tighnari, xiao and childe. this is not proof read at all, please ignore any mistakes i will not be fixing them cause i'm lazy :D

i thought about this scenario with xiao and then i spiralled from there. sorry not sorry i needed to get this out of my system actually... i am so unwell bye. likes / reblogs are appreciated and feedback is always welcomed <3 minors dni !!

zhongli : oh he is so big. listen, everythingggggggg about him is big okay, he's literally a dragon like? his hands? big. height? bIG. cock(s)? BIIIIG and he thrives off being big. sinks his cock into you while being in a half dragon form just because his dick is bigger than his human form. golden horns on top of his head, the colour of his skin changing from his normal pale one to somewhat mixed. hues of black, orange, yellow and golden the further you travel down his body. his hands and fingers are slightly longer in this form. nails coloured black, almost resembling claws. he enjoys this form because it lets him keep his human-ness but it also embraces his past. his favourite form when you two get intimate because he wants to see your cunt struggle to take him. "there you go darling, takin' me in so well." he'd whisper as his tip pushes past your entrance, thumb rubbing against your clit. "loosen up for me, that's it." as your cunt begins to flutter around himjdhfhf aaaaa don't even get me started on the bulge he'd make in your tummy :( it's inevitable. he's just so damn big.

favourite position is you on your back, couple of pillows under your body and him holding your waist to raise your lower half off the bed, claws digging into the flesh of your waist as your cunt clenches around his cock. it's only when he's bottomed out and you're bucking your hips to signal him to move that he'd lace his fingers with yours. pins them above your head. have i mentioned zhongli's big? he's so big that he only really requires one hand to have both your wrists in his hold. daddy zhongli is so strong too, doesn't matter how much you move or thrash around when he fucks you, trying to get your wrists out of his hold so you can just touch him, he doesn't budge. waits for you to really beg, tears in your eyes as you sob out "please, please, please" will he soften up. intertwines his fingers with yours as he rocks his hips slower, but sooo deep. leans over to place a kiss to the top of your head while you thank him for letting go, and he does that every time when you two hold hands :( he's so <3 mm yeah best daddy me thinks.

kaeya : this man,, lord kayea is a wild card in my very humble opinion. he's a tease, we all know this. but i think sex to him is so intimate, especially when it's with someone he would give his heart to on a silver platter. he's like the perfect mix of tease and praise and degradation and somehow giving you what you need all at the same time? idk, just listen okay. the word tease might as well just be kaeya's middle name, he's just that good at it. he likes to hear you beg, plays dumb too. "hmm? my sweet little thing, you're so quiet. what did you say, i'm afraid i missed it." all the while he is knuckle deep into your cunt, fingers curling up juuuust right so they nudge your spot. but only just. he knows your body so well it's almost annoying. the curl of his fingers isn't enough to give you proper satisfaction but it is enough to have you crave for more. enough to make you gasp and buck your hips to try and get the satisfaction you need. "ah ah ah, don't be like that. i can't reward you if you're being a needy slut for me darling. use your words." starts withdrawing his fingers and ultimately you need to grab a hold of his wrist and b e g for him not to do that, beg for his touch. it makes his head go a little dizzy if i'm being honest. "there you go. that wasn't so hard now, was it?" and he gives you what you've been needing :( slender, pretty fingers pushing deeper into you till he physically can't anymore. letting them curl against your spongy spot and making you cum with a cry of his name liiike he thrives off teasing you and giving you what you want.

puts his dirty fingers in your mouth while he kisses your stomach, slowly kissing his way up your body (he is a romantic man after all) and makes sure to give your tits a squeeze too. grabs a hold of your chin to make you look at him as you let go of his fingers with a little pop and presses his lips to yours. it's a little messy, slippery and sloppy but you can feel how in love he is with you. spreads your thighs apart so he can press his hard on against your cunt while you kiss, tangles his fingers with yours while he ruts against your centre like he has all the time in the world :(( he takes it sooo slow, grinding against your cunt, the fabric of his boxers rubbing your clit so nicely, his lips against yours, giving your hands a little squeeze as you fiddle around with the elastic on his boxers. he just holds his body weight up with one hand, the other still tangled up with your fingers as you pull down the material just enough to have his cock out and while he fills you up nicely, he just tightens his hold on your hand cause you feel so tight around him every damn time <33

dainsleif : starting this off by saying he is SO touch starved. honorary member of the touched starved crew. he still gets so shy when he sees you naked in front of him no matter how long it's been. dain might look rough and tough on the outside, but he is so soft for you. he adores kisses your body. your lips? he kiss. your cheek? he kiss. top of your head or your nose? he kiss. inside of your wrist where he can get a slight wiff of your perfume? he kiss. but his favourite you may ask? his favourite type (aside from your lips) of kiss is when you're laid out on the bed. where he's between your legs and he's lifting your shirt off, placing kisses along your tummy, the valley of your breasts, then a gentle kiss underneath your earlobe before he's tossing your shirt to the side and making his way down your body again. this time, he places kisses to both your ankles once your pants are off, kissing up both your legs and your thighs. the last kiss he places is to your clit before his thumb presses against your nub, gentle circular motions that already have you seeing stars. dain rests his head against your thigh as he teases and rubs your clit over and over, watching how your hole clenches around nothing.

"always so pretty for me, aren't you?" another soft kiss to your upper thighs that have you wanting to shut your legs at how sensitive you feel. "keep 'em open, that's it. there you go." he'd say, your trembling thighs spreading once again. he's not the best with words of affection but he'll be damned if he doesn't praise you, let you know how pretty you are. how good you are for him. and when your hands clutch his hair and the bedsheets the closer you get to your orgasm, he'd bring the one that was holding the bedsheets closer to his mouth – dain places a kiss to your wrist, to the tips of your fingers before he slides his fingers against it and lets you grip it. he enjoys holding your hand so much while he does this, i cannot stress that enough. he likes it when you feel real. and it's only then, will he place his mouth on your cunt, letting his tongue tease your folds and dipping into your hole to really get a taste of you. feeling a sense of pride when you gasp and whimper out his name, tightening your hold on his hand as the other one still in his hair, buries his face deeper into your pussy.

tighnari : furry king he's so cute, sighs. like kaeya, sex for him is very very intimate with someone he loves. it's not about getting off, it's more so about the gentle touches, the praises that come from both your lips and his, it's about the way you two latch onto each other when you make love and he will die on that hill. yes every now and then, his animalistic urges take over and it is about a quick fuck but more often than not, he likes to explore your body. he loves it when you're straddling him. his favourite thing to do is feel you up while the both of you kiss. even though tighnari takes it slow, his movements almost feel rushed, desperate to have your clothes off. but it's the gentle kind of desperate, you know? where he wants you to be naked so he can appreciate every dip and every curve on your body without any flimsy layers of clothing in the way. hearts in his eyes even though it's the nth time he's seen you naked. you're wearing nothing, seated on his lap while his eyes dart all over your body, never really able to linger on one part for too long. admires how out of breath you are just from a make-out, lips slightly swollen and pinker than usual. continues to place kisses against your jawline to your neck as his hands grope your hips and thighs, eventually one hand inching closer and closer to your heat, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you feel the pad of his thumb finally brush against your clit. "feels good?" he'd mumble against your skin, ears twitching with excitement every time you let out more content noises followed by a soft "yes."

tighnari's good with his fingers, great in fact. he pays attention to your body, listening to every noise and taking mental note of how your body squirms in his hold as he touches you – he's so good that your hands don't really know where they should go. sometimes digging into the skin of his shoulders or his biceps. sometimes when he hasn't riled you up to where the only replies he wets are broken whimpers, they're in tighnari's hair, patting just behind his ears which has him rutting his hips against you, or sometimes they're just tangled in his locks tightly as you need to feel something to ground you. but tighari's favourite is when you plead him for his hand. the little taps against his bicep or wrist make his heart melt, followed by the "hold me, please." it almost makes the animal in him want to manhandle you, toss you on the bed and pin you there while his cock is hitting your cervix and you can't do anything but lay there and just take it. but the rational part of him tells him no. the rational part of him brings your hand to his lips, places a kiss to each and every one of your knuckles before lacing his fingers with yours, all while his other hand is buried knuckle deep in your cunt and being soaked with your juices.

xiao : he is very very very desperate with how he holds your hands. it's more so to remind himself that you're there with him, that you're real. he's a very passionate lover, how could he not be after eons and eons of thinking he's alone? of eons and eons of being alone. he's also a honorary member of the touched starved crew god he is so DJKFDHJGKD i'm so in love w him <333 he just wants to please you okay? like. all the time. every day. whenever you ask him or hint at it, he's ready to give you anything you want. he would do aaaaaanything for you to be honest. he's not very good with words, he knows he's terrible with words. but what he lacks vocally, he makes up for it with his actions instead. slow, but deliberate. almost like he's forgotten all those little stripes and freckles on your skin even though he's been memorising every dip and every mark whenever you two get intimate. gentle, barely there touches while he takes your clothes off, ghosts his fingertips over your pussy and breasts at first. likes it when you inhale sharply but he does give in. he's not much of a tease like kaeya is, gives in so quick. "'m gettin' there. just wait." he'd grumble, but there's no bite behind it all all. places a kiss to your hip bone before he spreads your legs and laps your cunt like a starved man. he's so good with his tongue, i can't stress that enough. another man who makes sure you've came on his tongue or fingers before he thinks about fucking you. the thing about xiao is, he gets pussy drunk so quick, and so very easily. the second he hears you let out a sigh of satisfaction after his mouth is on you, he's gone.

he's soo gone. xiao is an adepti, he's much stronger than humans. it's super easy for him to hold your body down with his hands, whether they be on you waists or even hooked around your thighs, he's not moving his mouth off you until he feels your hole clenching and gushing. or unless you're trying to pry his head off cause you "wan' be filled, please xiao!" flips you onto your back and makes sure your face is pressed into the mattress and your ass is up ohh my goddjghf yeah,, fucks you like that actually, he's pussy drunk. let him bury his cock in your cunt any way he wants plssss. he may not be long, but fuck is he thick. makes you clench the bedsheets while your noises are muffled out by the bed but :( xiao needs to hear you – tugs your back flush against his chest, makes his cock go even deeper in you that you're going dizzy and you're even more dizzier when you feel his fingers on your clit aaaa. firm believer xiao uses one hand too rub your clit while the other turns your head towards him so he can kiss you :(( he loves kissing you so much when you're fucking, tries to kiss you every time before you cum on his cock. it's so romantic for him. feels you cum around his cock and he's trying to hold back a groan but but but that's when he moves his hand that was on your clit to hold yours :( still kissing you too till he orgasms and spills his cum deeep in you and makes out with you for a couple of minutes. doesn't really care how sloppy it is, he just likes kissing you while you hold hands like that :((

childe : listen... childe is actually so romantic (we'll get there soon) i dunno about you. hand holding is his middle name, it's true i've seen the birth certificate. a romantic, mean perv is the best way to describe him. such a tease too. he won't give you what you need till he sees tears in your eyes or you actually start crying. he's kinda mean about it too. gets you sooo close to an orgasm only to just rip it away. "nawww, you cryin sweets?" and proceeds to lick your tears away. "don't cry, you pretty thing. gonna give you what you need, 'kay? just lay back f'me. there you go." smiles darkly when you listen to him again and lay your body flat against the bed again while shaking. and he just keeps doing that until you're full blow sobbing. "aj– ha– 'jax! please.. can' take it a'more... need to c-cum please." and watches you grip his wrists while you cry. it sets him off. he loves that you can get so pathetic for him :( some days when he's made you cry by not letting you cum, his favourite this is having you on top. just to add a little bit more humiliation into the mix. lays down first and gets all comfy without telling you what he's doing and just pats his lap. "not gonna get over here? thought you wanted to cum." has you scrambling over and once you're straddling him he'd put his hands on your thighs and just stroke them since they're shaking so much. but gives them a little slap, just enough for there to be a sound but not enough to hurt when he feels you try to lift your hips to take his cock in "relax baby. didn't i say i'm gonna give you what you need?" hhhh and when your thighs have calmed down and he's made your lips all swollen from kissing you so much will he lift your hips for you, letting you guide his cock into your hole and gives you time to get used to the stretch when he's bottomed out.

while you're taking your time and breathing whilst trying to hold back the orgasm that's approaching once being filled up, he'd let his fingertips trail up your arm, hand cupping the side of your face and rubbing his thumb along your lash line to gather the tears that haven't fallen yet and makes you suck the saltiness away from his thumb... and that makes his cock twitch in you. doesn't let you move though, wants to see how ruined you look before he's even fucked you right. and once he's admired you enough he'd go "c'mere sweets." and proceeds to hold out his hand for you. coos at how your hand is sooo tiny in his though. and he lets his other arm wrap your lower back, essentially he has you resting your head against his tits while you two hold hands. it's gentle, a contrast to how he was being mean to you earlier. as you grind on his cock and the little tufts of hair on his lower tummy make you cum around his cock, he brings your intertwined hands to his mouth and places a kiss to the back of your hand and bucks his hips up into your pussy to get to his high. but the thing is, once ajax feels soft like this, he'd just keep you above him, kiss you and keep holding your hands till he's hard again and fuck you till your lower halves are all messy and sticky.

[reiincarnatiion]

shadows of destiny | azriel x reader | part one

summary : 3 sisters for 3 brothers....right? Azriel believes wholeheartedly that Elain should be his mate and in doing so ignores his deep feelings for you.

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a/n : I haven't written in like 6 years since my draco malfoy and kpop fanfictions HAHA so please forgive me I am rusty!! Also I wrote this on my phone eeee

but finally eee I'm so excited to post my first writing on tumblr !! I was always a quotev and wattpad girly but here I am finally... 💗

just writing some rough short stories rn but I'll def write more as I get more comfortable again and into the rhythm! let me know what you think please 🫶🏼

ps: it's not proof read cuz I'm lazy I'm so sorry so please ignore mistakes dearies

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You watched as Azriel bent down to whisper something into Elains ear and you felt a growl beginning to build up in your throat.

You didn't know the mating bond did this ; make one so possessive and jealous that the half-moon nail marks on your palms had become blood red, from gripping your fists too strongly.

"I just don't understand why you can't tell him," a voice whispers next to you. You turn to acknowledge Mor, as she slips in next to you into the booth.

"Because the moment I do, this whole dynamic changes Mor," you whisper back, indicating to the sprawl of people around you.

You guys had come to Rita's once again, to party, drink, kiss and do other nonsense things Cassian had eagerly talked about, whilst pitching the idea to the group. It had started off fun, with everyone talking together but as the night had progressed, they had all paired off. You could see Feyre and Rhys making out in the corner of your eyes and Nesta and Cassian dancing around each other on the club floor. Elain and Azriel had also innocently gotten up and moved to another table, using a range of excuses you hadn't bothered to process.

Even Mor had a female making eyes at her from afar.

"Then change the dynamic, Y/N. I need some excitement in my life," she whispered furiously again and slid out, stalking to the female at the bar.

Groaning you sunk into the booth, left alone to your thoughts plagued by one thing only, Azriel.

The repetitive music slowly faded out, as you downed drink after drink, watching the others around you mingle and grind away into the depths of the night. They would come past your table and say a few words before being dragged away again.

But not once did he come. Not once did he even look in your direction... and it infuriated you.

"You look more miserable than me,"

You blinked, looking up to focus in on the flop of red hair, braids and whizzing metallic eye and a handsome jawline.

"Lucien!!!" you let out a whine, attempting to get up but falling back down in the process, not having realised how much strong alcohol you had consumed in the last hour.

"Woah there stargirl," he slipped in next to you, using the nickname only he used for you.

Lucien and you had met on Starfall, as you had been leaning on the balcony, apparently being half a second from falling over because of your drunk eagerness to "catch one of the stars", and since then, he had named you Stargirl. Your friendship had blossomed due to your matching humour and desire to travel the realms.

His shoulder pressed up against you, his warmth spread through you, making you feel giddy. You couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or your desperation, as you abruptly laid a hand on his thigh.

If he noticed, he didn't show it as he took a swig of one of the elixirs that you had in your hand.

As he drank, you watched his eyes zero in on his elusive mate and you swore you saw them darken.

His scent visibly changed as he placed the now empty cup back on the table with a lethal fluidness that had you wondering how good he was at controlling his emotions.

"Its a shame we are mated to the wrong people, otherwise you and I would have ruled the world" he whispers, still not looking at you.

Your breath catching in your throat, your heavy heart pangs with emotion, exaggerated from the effects of the ethanol.

"At least she knows you are her mate Lucien... he doesn't even know about me," you miserably mutter.

You feel Luciens hot gaze rest on you as you look up into his deep eyes.

There's no doubt the turmoil of seeing each other's mates together shines in both of your eyes, but behind the pathetic nature of the situation, a force glint shines through his.

"Then why don't we tell him, Y/N," he urges, a smirk growing on his face.

Your heart drops as you make eye contact with Lucien, his eyes glinting with jealousy and anger.

You had never seen Lucien ever break his calm facades, he always would take whatever Elain would throw at him ; why was he so fired up tonight?

"You have always been so kind to Elain and given her time Lucien, why do you want to make her jealous now?" you voice your thoughts, causing him to look away, as you attempt to search his eyes.

Little did you know or feel, the dark cool gaze that had been assessing you since the moment Lucien had slipped in.

If one were to look through your party at this moment in time, the looks of longing and jealously swirling between you and Lucien could easily have been interpreted as longing and hunger for each other. With now, your full body turned to him, intimately touching him, shoulder to shoulder, anyone could mistake you as a couple.

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Azriel nodded patiently as he listened to Elain talk about the new plants she wished to acquire from the Dawn Court for her garden.

He was trying so hard to listen and be attentive, but it was difficult when his shadows were buzzing about him, even more frantically, with the effects of the alcohol he had been consuming throughout the night.

He knew the amount of pumps of the vanilla perfume you had sprayed onto yourself, he knew how many times you had sighed throughout the night and he knew of the half-moon marks on your hands. His shadows told him everything, even when he didn't want to know.

For he didn't want to know the looks Lucien and you were giving each other, he didn't want to acknowledge the clenching of your thighs or the hand on your thigh or the-

"-So what do you think Azriel?"

Elains sweet voice cut in deeply through his silent spiralling, as he hummed coming back to the present.

Her big doe eyes innocently looked up at him as he racked his brain for what she had been asking about.

"YES I think the plants would be wonderful-," he began, when his shadows started screaming, "Elain excuse me one moment."

He quickly got up, his eyes narrow and jaw clenching as he went to get out of the booth in haste.

Elains eyes followed him and they widened slightly.

Luciens' hands were on your waist, holding you up from behind, as you both made your way to the dance floor, giggling.

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read [ part two ] here deariess <3

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (ii) - pt 1 here!!

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : matt is still a grumpy ass but y/n can't seem to get him off of her mind.

warnings : idk uhhh matt’s rude but in a love hate kinda way 😋! also alcohol/drinking (i headcannon everyone 21+!)

mickey speaks : shes finally hereeeee and shes kinda long. im hoping to post more consistently!! luv u guys enjoy <3 ignore the fact that the pic above has a yt girl in it this story is for everyone i promise !!!! i just liked the little green vibe ok? ok.

THIS IS PART TWO GO READ PART ONE FIRST DUH!!!!

AND of course you see matt again.

only a month ago, you were introduced and forced to spend an hour of your time in close proximity to him, no matter his disinterest. yet, also, only a month ago, were you gifted with the cutest tiny tattoo that continues to surprise you a little whenever you lift your shirt before a warm shower.

it hasn’t bothered you nearly as much as you'd assumed - only disrupting your life with the caution you now take to avoid irritating the skin at your lower stomach. though some nights you grow lazy, you’ve maintained a very disciplined attitude of incorporating time in your morning and nightly rituals to ensure the tiny hello kitty inked on you is properly cared for.

contrary, your interactions with matt bothered you far more than you assumed. your sub-concious must've held onto your attempts to break past his careless attitude (that greatly opposed your own people-pleasing nature) just to pettily haunt you. but you've you forced yourself to get over it at this point. you just had to after one night, the week following your tattoo appointment (and after a long day of rude professors and pretentious customers blaming you for their own mistakes), you broke down to andrea:

you sniffle before your voice breaks again, "everyone's just mean. and- and i was so fucking annoying last saturday. it keeps playing over in my head. i'm so embarrassed and i just know he hated me, but i dont know why?! i thought i was nice enough. he could've just smiled or maybe just- i-"

andrea pauses from petting your head, "honey, you're not still talking about the guy who tatted you, right?" you look up at her from your head's soft spot in her lap with glossy eyes and a quivering lip.

"dre-" you choke.

"oh my god! no! y/n, you can't take shit like that personal. not everyone enjoys talking or happiness for that matter, you can't hold on to something like that. i promise he's not too hung up on it himself." she wipes away one of your pitiful tears.

and here he is, standing across the room from you at a party.

you definitely did not expect to see matt (who’s mild attitude was clearly fueled by socializing) in this scene but you guess that la parties are just like that. as long as you know someone who knows someone you’re easily in, that's how you tend to get into these events at least. though an insta stalk would tell you matt has enough clout to get himself in, he and his brothers have built quite the brand for themselves among la socialites.

once your eyes spot him over the shoulder of some guy who just introduced himself to you, they can’t seem to move. you watch as matt smiles for a photo with a few others. matt. smiles. okay, so maybe it was a you problem. he doesn’t hate everyone maybe just you.

though, your thoughts are denied as quickly as his face drops. he doesn’t even care to look at how the image may have turned out like the rest of the group. instead, his eyes opt to watching the people around him as he sips his weak drink.

great, now you’ve become the weirdo watching him watch other people.

until his eyes catch your cautious yet curious stare from across the room. your cheeks heat and you’re immediately shifting your eyes back to the man in front of you.

matt almost smirks at his luck. no fucking way the scared sweetheart he’d tattooed just a few weeks ago is here. he looks away when someone lays a hand on his shoulder to bring him back into the conversation. you're surprised that he continues to look back over to you after adding his input.

the guy finally acknowledges your disengagement with the story about his new motorcycle and turns to see what exactly you’re staring at. he sees matt and turns back to you, “you know him?”

“yeah. well not like know-know we only met once, he gave me a tattoo.”

“oh, cool,” he looks back over to matt and turns back to you once again, “is he bothering you?”

your face scrunches initially, “no, it’s fine.” you smile at him, not wanting to give him the impression that matt did anything but exist (which apparently is enough to capture your attention).

“good. wanna go grab another drink and tell me more about this tattoo?” a charming smile morphs on face and you nod your head easily, taking his hand and leading him towards the bar outside of this large home. and away from matt.

“two-” you look over to the man beside you, “wait is this an open bar?” you ask him genuinely and he laughs a little at your aloofness.

“yeah,” he nods.

“perfect, we’ll take two kamikaze shots pretty please!” you smile at the bartender who seems to be enjoying her night quite a bit and squeeze his hand when you realize it’s still in your own. he looks down at your attached hands then back to you.

you turn your body to face him more directly and lean up to his ear, cupping your hand and whispering, “i’m so sorry, i think i forgot your name.” you were starting to feel bad and just had to confess.

you lean back and bite your lip to hide an awkward smile, and he somehow smiles harder than he already was, “it’s-”

“ashton!” you hear a voice yell hurriedly and now some dark haired guy is pulling him away from you and repeatedly saying “code red!” in his face. and suddenly, without any indication he’d enjoyed your short lived time together, he’s gone.

you try not to sulk but he was an attractive guy with easy conversation, so you at least hoped to get his number by the end of the night.

instead, you’re left leaning against the bar hoping those shots come around soon. you decide to update your friends on your night:

Y/N

cute guy lefttttt :(

REMI

noooooo he was so cute 😫

Y/N

don’t remind me

ANDREA

where r you now???

Y/N

outside bar, im waiting on shots

Y/N

come find me💔💔

your head shoots up from your phone when three guys practically ram themselves into the bar near you, a few people around them laughing obnoxiously.

"god damnit, chris! we said we were going slowly!"

"shhhh. you are so loud, matt!"

“excuse me, can we get some water? none of the sparkles or bubbles and shit, just water, please.”

“next time i'm speaking for myself! what if i wanted the bubbles?”

you lean your head a little to get a full view of the three recognizable faces. chris, with his arms dangled over his two brothers’ shoulders clearly obliterated and slurring his words (but excited to be there nonetheless). a blonde one, you haven’t gotten the chance to meet yet, with two nose piercings and a commanding voice. and matt, with his signature pout, even poutier now that chris’ weight is causing him to hunch over slightly. you guess you were bound to run into them.

you wonder if andrea was right in saying matt hadn’t held onto your exchange. you wonder if when he saw you earlier he remembered you for your friendly smile rather than your annoying nagging. or did he even remember you at all? did he only look at you because you were staring him down first? okay, where the fuck are those shots?!

“no way!" you hear chris’ voice screech upon recognizing you from across the bar, "y/n!?”

you look over and see him shockingly excited to see your face again. you smile in an attempt to not allow your nerves about matt get to you. you are never one to deny a conversation after all.

“oh my god! hi!” you reply as chris unwraps himself from his brothers and moves closer to you.

“how’s your tat treatin’ you?” his eyes express so much excitement he reminds you of a little kid. you’re very flattered to see someone feel so much emotion due to your mere presence.

“oh, it’s still so cute, no regrets so far. i love it.” you smile and he nods while you’re speaking.

he turns around and sees his brothers and a few friends remaining in the other side of the bar talking amongst themselves. “yo, get the fuck over here! why are you guys so far?” he encourages them with a hand wave.

you wave as well, trying not to be a total stranger- even if you are.

the blonde guy leads them over and hands chris a glass of water that must’ve been waiting on him.

“cheers,” chris smirks and takes a sip before a disgusted look takes over his face, “gross. my god! why do they make this shit so bland?”

the blonde boy rolls his eyes in amusement, mumbling, "just drink it," before approaching you kindly. "hey, i’m nick by the way."

“y/n, nice to meet you! i met chris and matt when i got my tattoo done at your shop a while ago.” you explain kindly.

before nick can get another word in a female voice is squealing, “you’re y/n?! hi, i’m asha, i don't know if your remember but we talked on the phone that one time!” a tanned girl with soft cheeks and dark loose curls moves herself in front of the boys.

“of course i remember, how could i forget that insane frog story? it's so nice seeing you in person finally!” you gush.

suddenly chris is beaming, “aww wait guys this is so cute! i’m feeling like we should all hug!” he nods to his brothers who are quick to shake their heads no.

“i don’t think..” nick starts.

“nooo! let’s hug!” chris argues and opens his arms wide gesturing for everyone to hug him.

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after sharing a very drunk and messy group hug you all continue to talk until chris finally blurts, "i gotta go pee so bad guys, " he laughs, "but i need people with me because if i walk in on someone puking, then what? i'll die from my severe" (its not severe at all) "emetophobia and no one will ever know?"

you and asha (who you've found is actually so similar to you) both laugh at his crisis.

matt just breathes a laugh.

"chris, there’s no reason to go further with the fear factor when no one said they wouldn't come with you. i’m coming, so you're not gonna die, let's go." nick shakes his head.

“you don’t understand, nick i would be dead and covered in- i can’t even say it, dude,” chris’ voice fades as they walk away.

"wait, i'll walk with you guys inside! 'm... getting cold out here!" asha suddenly says removing herself from your side and waving goodbye with a drunk smile.

"it's not cold at all, she's trippin'" matt speaks watching her run and practically jump onto nick, causing the three laugh while leaving the crowded yard.

you just shrug and lean onto the bar again, making eye contact with the bartender who looks as if she only just remembered your existence but also seems to mentally question where the other guy went and how you managed to replace him that quickly.

"are you always so nice about everything?" matt questions, leaning his forearms on the bar, still looking at you.

"what?" you look over to him now, feeling almost sick at his proximity.

he mocks you with a high tone in his voice, "'it's soooo nice to meet you! it's soooo nice seeing you!' it sounds exhausting, to be honest."

"didn't realize having manners got you jail time," you breathe.

"and i never said it did."

"well, i don't have to be nice to you if it bothers you so much," you shrug.

"aw, sunshine, you'd do that for me? you're too sweet." he almost laughs at his own sarcastic comment.

you lick your bottom lip out of habit, "why are you still here? don't you have friends you should be ignoring?" you hope he can't tell just how frustrated he's making you.

“you must think you know me.”

“i know you don’t like me.”

“wrong, again.” he smiles and points his finger at you.

“oh, you just don’t like anyone then?”

he glances away before responding, “what's the fun in telling you?”

you huff in defeat, wanting nothing more than those shots right now. though your subconcious hopes the bartender continues to prioritize her flirting customers over you just so you can continue this addicting back and forth with matt.

"you know, that’s the thing with people like you. you think everyone owes you everything." he shakes his head.

"people like me?” you scoff under your breath, “matt, why are you still here?"

he can pick out the offense in your tone, "oh shit, that was true? i was fucking with you, sunny!"

"you don't know anything about me," you laugh and shake your head.

"alright there are those kamikaze shots for you! so sorry about that major delay, honey!" the bartender sets the shots in front of the both of you and smiles at you apologetically.

"don't worry about it, thank you!" you hand her a spare five dollar bill from your back pocket.

when she's gone you finally notice matt's widened eyes.

"what's up with your face, now?"

"you gave her a tip for pouring you some rankydank, fuckin' low level shots after you've waited long enough for her to apologize?" he seems genuinely shocked.

"she only makes money off of tips," you roll your eyes, picking the shot up and gesturing towards the second shot for him to take.

"that's all you," he raises his hands towards his chest.

"oh my god, do it, matt."

he shakes his head and points to you, "you take your shot, sweetheart."

"i knew you wouldn't, pussy," you say under your breath before smirking as you down the alcohol you've been craving since you first saw his face.

upon your insult matt is immediately taking the shot along side you. and just as both of your faces adjust to the taste, matt's phone begins to vibrate.

he grabs it and you attempt to hide your own curiosity by asking the bartender for a lime to suck on (not daring to ask for alcohol again because you simply don't want to be hung up at this bar for any longer).

"yeah, yeah still here," matt plays with his bottom lip and looks down at you with your mouth full of lime. he thinks you look pretty adorable, especially under the blush pink fairy lights hanging above the bar. "'kay, i'll be quick. alright, nick. i will. bye."

he puts his phone away and wipes his mouth, "that shit was fucking vile, by the way."

"okay, drama queen."

"mhm," his face falters back into his usual pout, "well i gotta go, but, um, nick wanted me to invite you to this get together thing we host at the warehouse, it's in like a month but, you know, come if you want." he shrugs.

"tell him of course i will, but only because he asked." you smile sarcastically.

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ANDREA - 12:39 AM

y/n where are you we are both so confused rn help

ANDREA - 12:45 AM

hellooo????

ANDREA - 12:47 AM

GIRL WE'RE OUTSIDE AND WE DONT SEE YOU TF

Y/N - 1:06 AM

WHERE ARE U GUYS RN I JSUT SAW TATTOO GUY AGASSN IM LOSUNG MY MIND JUST A LUTTLE BIT

Y/N - 1:06 AM

I WAS AT THE OTHER OITSIDE BAR IN THE FRONT(?) YARD!!!!! but its ok im gonba find u guys

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a few days later matt comes across your instagram story, forgetting he had followed you in the first place. it was a picture of you and your friends from the same night he had seen you again. it's a simple mirror photo where you're all smiling but besides your soft skin and cute outfit, matt's attention focuses on frank ocean's pyramids playing over the story.

you see the notification later that day when you finally get time on your phone:

matthew.sturniolo liked your story

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[discount-shades]

The Wrong Wedding

The Wrong Wedding

A/N: I’ve had this idea in my head since Garrett made the boneheaded mistake of going to the wrong wedding. 

Pairing: Triple Frontier Benny Miller/Reader

Warning: It’s not Top Gun, Just Fluff

Word Count: 1000 ish

Summary: Benny shows up at your brother's wedding uninvited. 

Masterlist

“Is this seat taken?” Startled out of your thoughts at the deep, gravelly voice, you turn and let your eyes slowly rake over the tall man in a suit motioning to the chair beside you. His blue eyes questioning and it takes you a moment to realize that you are staring at him open mouthed. 

“Yeah,” you say breathlessly before clearing your throat. “I mean no, it’s not taken, yes you can sit there.” You feel your face heat up at his lazy smile and turn back to face the front of the church. He sits beside you and you force your heart to slow and your face back to its regular temperature through sheer will power, kicking yourself internally. Why did every attractive man make you flustered?

Checking the time on your phone you clasp your hands together. The ceremony was scheduled for 3:00 PM you could probably slip away around 9:00 PM without raising too many suspicions. Then you and your family could go back to ignoring each other in peace. 

“I’m Benny,” he extends his hand for you to shake. His hand dwarfs yours as you reluctantly place your palm in his. His palms are calloused and you feel a rush of heat as he gently squeezes your hand. “So bride or groom?” The handsome man beside you is not the type to revel in contemplative silence. His easy smile is infectious and you find yourself returning it, conscious that this is the first time you have smiled all day. 

“I’m here for the groom.” More composed than you had been earlier, you are able to answer his question without stuttering. “What about you?”

“The groom as well.” Benny turns in his seat so he is facing you and you fidget under the force of his whole attention. “So how do you know Fish?”

“Fish?” The nickname for your brother is unfamiliar. 

He chuckles, “When we served together Frankie’s nickname was Catfish.”

You frowned. “Who the hell is Frankie?” The second the words leave your lips you glance around for your mother, half expecting her to materialize behind you to scold you for your unladylike language. 

“Francisco Morales?” Benny’s confident expression wavers. “The groom?”

“The groom’s name is Michael.” You tell him, “It’s my brother's wedding.” 

Horror dawns on his face as the music shifts and the wedding party begins to make their way down the aisle. Pressing your lips together to contain the laugh that is threatening to erupt, you listen to Benny's muttering. “Fuck, fuck, shit, fuckity fuck, I am so fucked. Will is going to kill me.” He pulls out an invitation and you lean over to read it as well.

The date is correct but the ceremony he is looking for starts at 3:30. You scan the invitation and see he is at the wrong address. “You're at the Anglican St Mary’s." You whisper as the groomsmen walk by, "You need the Catholic Santa María church across town.”

He groans and you can't help but smile. Benny goes to rush out but you grab his arm to stop him as the wedding march begins and you all automatically stand as the bride begins to walk down the aisle. “I’ll get you out,” you find yourself promising before you can help it. Your grip flexes on his arm. You can feel his muscles clenching beneath your fingertips as the bride glides past you. 

You wait watching as the father of the bride hands her off to your brother and you shove Benny out of the row and towards the exit. As silently as you can, the two of you hurry toward the doors of the church.

You try to close the door quietly behind you as you follow Benny onto the steps. He checks his watch before frantically trying to order an Uber. “I’m not going to make it in time.” In a split second you make one of the easiest decisions you have ever made. Digging in your purse as you go you make your way to the cherry red MGB roadster convertible parked out front. 

“Get in.” you say as you finally fish the keys out of your purse. Benny stops and stares at the ‘Just Married’ sign and at the cans and flowers tied to the back of the car dubiously.

“Should we be taking this car?” Sitting in the driver's seat you look up at the man who is now towering above you. “Will you be able to make it back in time?”

“I’m not coming back.” you declare boldly. “It’s my car and the only reason my brother invited me to the wedding was so he could use the car my grandfather left me to drive away in. I should have gone no contact years ago.” You take a deep breath and stop yourself from airing all of your family's dirty laundry to a stranger. “Let’s get you to Goldfish’s wedding.”

“Catfish.” Benny corrects before folding himself into the passenger seat. The moment the door shuts you hit the gas, cans rattling behind you as you tear out of the parking lot. 

The wind in your hair brings a smile to your lips and you glance at the man beside you. His long legs are practically under his chin but he looks strangely content to be driving away with you. 

“So if you are not going back to your brother's wedding, I have an empty plus one to Frankie’s if you wanna join me.” 

“I might as well,” You laugh, “I can’t let this dress go to waste.”

[slxsherwriter]

Pack Expansion

Fandom: House of 1000 Corpses, 3 from Hell, Firefly trilogy

Parings: Otis Driftwood x Reader

Word Count: 3, 724

Warnings: Otis Driftwood is his own warning?, cannibalism, kidnapping, death, blood & gore

Series: Monsters in Plain Sight

Author's note: This sort of started off as a joke fic that took a turn into an entirely different direction. Come on now, The Midnight Wolfman? Foxy has been hiding something from the family. Hope everyone enjoys. As always, not beta read so mistakes are mine.

You had long since given up the fight over whether or not the Firefly house was your home. It had been declared for you, long before you had come to the realization. The last to pick up on in fact. Sure, you had accepted the family as your pack. It was hard not to with the increased amount of time you spent around them and at the house. Otis in particular. But to call it a home? Something you hadn't exactly had in years.

When Otis had officially laid claim on you, there was no chance to deny it. Your wolf recognized its alpha and accepted the claim. No fight, no hesitation. Well, maybe a little fight. Neither of you would have enjoyed it if you had just rolled over immediately.

So, you had given up the fields that you had called your own for the better part of two years and moved into the house. Chaos tended to reign more often than not. But there was rarely a shortage of prey or something to keep you entertained. Not simply from Otis either. The entire family fell into that category. On occasion though, things shifted from the enjoyable chaos that dominated life into something else.

The lazy, relaxed atmosphere of the home permeated through everything it seemed. All but impossible to ignore. Lounged on the couch, you were taking up all the space, stretched and relaxed. The worn in material was soft and comfortable, molded to your body perfectly. Baby was settled in the chair, legs thrown over the arm of it, playing with her hair. For once, she was quiet. The normally talkative woman had found an ease just sharing space with you and with the atmosphere, it wasn't necessary to talk. It was a challenge not to let the content rumble come from you. After being alone for so long, yes it was an adjustment but the pack abjm that you ultimately were was thrilled with the fact that you had found a proper place.

Movement from upstairs indicated that Otis was finally breaking away from whatever project that he was working on and had been toiling away with for hours on end. When he got inspired, there was nothing that could stop him. A habit that you were happy to let him indulge in since most of the time, it gave you the opportunity to slip from the house for a run, a patrol, or a hunt. Whatever you fancied at the time.

“Ya wanna go out tonight?” Baby's voice broke you out of your indulgent haze, causing you to glance from the TV to her. She hadn't shifted her gaze, still playing with her hair absently, chewing away at a piece of gum. “Just me and you. Ya know, a real girls night. We'll hit up the bar, get shitfaced, see if we can find any fun for the night. Come on, Bunny. We've been cooped up for too long.” Finally, her eyes unglued themselves from the TV. Admittedly, the idea was a bit enticing. Even if you couldn't get shitfaced with her. It brought about the possibility of getting a proper snack.

“Yeah, sure, why not?” The sound that came from her couldn't be classified as anything other than a squeal of excitement. It was amusing, like a pup discovering their tail for the first time. She was more aware and smarter than most gave her credit for but Baby might have been the most unhinged of the pack. She had been raised in this, brought up to know no other thing. At least from your understanding. So, it made sense. “Would be good to get a stretch and see if we can't find something to sink my teeth into.” Playfully, you snapped your jaw, human teeth clashing together, which just made her laugh harder.

Steps thudding down the stairs brought the both of you out of the moment. Too light to be Tiny or Rufus. Meaning there was only one culprit.

“The fuck are you two going on about?” Otis appeared around the corner, eyeing the both of you suspiciously. Though, with the trouble that Baby could cause, he could hardly be blamed. Before you could answer, Baby cut you off.

“Bunny and I are gonna go out tonight!” Bouncing now in her seat, her entire body was practically vibrating in excitement.

“Oh, is that so?” Red rimmed blue eyes turned to you, brow raised. As if challenging the statement that his sister had made. A shrug of your shoulders was the response, though you accompanied it with a smile.

“Yeah. What's the harm in having a little bit of fun? Besides, it's not like the freezers haven't been a little lacking lately anyway.” That might have been the wrong thing to say because the shift in his demeanor and expression was abrupt and vicious. You had to backtrack a little bit, since the words had been taken as an insult to his ability to provide. “It's the time of year, lack of people moving through, I know. Don't see nearly as many when I'm out on a run. Ain't a lack of trying. But maybe, we can pull a few guys that won't be missed, at least right away.” Baby always grabbed attention wherever she went. Which meant that it shouldn't be difficult to snag the attention of some asshole with a wandering eye.

Otis seemed to think it over for a few moments before letting out a small grunt. An agreement to the statement.

“Bring me back something to play with then.” That was about as much acceptance as you would get. Nothing else was said as the man wandered off to the kitchen, leaving a silence in his wake. The sound of the TV hadn't reached your consciousness, eyes lingering on the spot where he had disappeared. That was until a pillow smacked you right upside the head. The attack was accompanied with giggles.

“Hey! You said we were going out. No thoughts of following after him for a fuck.” Yeah, well, that couldn't exactly be denied. If that sort of game was started, the two of you wouldn't end up leaving wherever you were at for a few hours. Which, in turn, would end up ruining Baby's night.

“We are still going out, don't get your panties in a twist.” The crouch protested movement, creaking and shifting with your movement. Legs swung over the edge, you sat up and stretched out. “I'll go find RJ, see if we can take the truck.”

“You're the best!” You had barely abandoned the couch before the blonde was taking the now empty spot. She passed along a wink before turning her attention back to whatever horror movie was playing on the television.

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The bar had been utterly packed, bodies from wall to wall. You hadn't thought that there were even this many people in Ruggsville. Music had pumped through the speakers, leaving it impossible to talk to anyone without shouting. The stench of sweat and arousal permeated the air, laying heavy enough that surely even humans could pick up on the scents.

It was fertile hunting grounds. Quite literally when it came to the two of you. Baby had enjoyed the attention, moving from person to person, trying to find the right one to bring back home. If she wasn’t about to go off to have a little fun before dragging someone off into the night.

You had a few drinks, barely feeling a buzz, and had been a little more particular about who was grabbing your attention. A few choices had appeared good. Otis's words echoed in the back of your head. He wanted a plaything, though he didn't specify for how long he wanted that plaything to last. Something that did go into consideration. If you focused solely on that, you would likely miss your chance for your own plaything. Snickering softly with no one to ask why, you shook your head. Would your alpha get jealous? Seemed like he might. Even if it couldn't go both ways.

Jealousy was a pointless endeavor. None of those bodies meant shit to Otis, even if the wolf occasionally liked to grumble about it. That was settled though when you were allowed to chase one or two of them down after they accidentally escaped from the house. Quote on quote.

Eyes finally landed on a couple that was more hidden in the corner of the room. Ah, now there was a promising prospect. The first anyone had piqued your interest the entire night. From there, it had been easy to purchase some drinks, make yourself available for approach, and flirt when the woman came wandering over first. You had them hook, line, and sinker when he wandered over and settled down. The heavy arm first rested against the back of the booth, as if there was any question about where it would end up. Her hand found it's place on your thigh first before his arm slid down.

Baby found your eyes from across the room and you nodded. It would be best for you to get both the bodies tied up and tossed in the back of the truck under a trap so that Baby could bring her guy back without any sort of issue. Less questions from both parties, less chance of someone running off, easier hauling back to the house. And, the benefit was having Baby occupied with the man that she had found.

A little more damage that you would have liked happened to occur with your chosen plaything. The shift had been quick and she had knocked out without struggle as her head met the side of the truck with a satisfying thud. Claws had torn into flesh, leaving jagged and gaping wounds that might just end his life before returning to the house. All caused when he had decided to make a run for it, shouting his head off. That would draw unwanted attention and was simply unacceptable. A slash to his back had him falling before one single curved claw dug into the flesh of his cheek, yanking to tear the flesh. Cries of pain rang out into the night air but no one was around to hear it. Thankfully. Everyone was inside and too focused on enjoying their night. That music that had hurt your ears so much before was now a blessing.

RJ always had some extra rope in the back and dirty rags were a dime a dozen. Stuffing one into his mouth took care of the noise problem. Tying them both up from there took a little bit of time, you weren't used to having to restrain. The hunt was always better when they were able to run and scramble. But, it was managed and the tarp went over them, making it look like there wasn't anything but tools and other necessary things for repair in the back.

Baby had significantly better luck, though she was dealing with one where you had two. The two were intertwined as you drove back to the house, leaving you to focus solely on the roads and making sure that the two bodies remained in the bed of the truck.

She took her prey inside the house, leaving you with yours outside. Shaking your head, you pulled the tarp back and surveyed the mess that had been left behind. It seemed that the woman was just waking while the man was alive, but more in that way of clinging to life out of desperation more than anything. He wouldn't be a good chase. But there was enough there to have a few extras thrown in the freezer with an extra snack or two for you in your wolf form. Otis had just opened the door when your nose twitched. The smell carried on the wind in your direction, giving you enough time to anticipate what was coming.

Back ramrod straight, the quarry in the truck was forgotten about.

“Bunny, are you fucking listening?” You hadn't been. A low growl worked, growing in volume by the second. Nothing moved in the tree line, the cattle remained unperturbed, and the dogs were relaxed along the porch and towards the gate. “Bunny!”

“There's another wolf.”

“Another wolf? The fuck do you mean another wolf?” The potential threat had at least forced him to pay closer attention to your reactions rather than what he had been focused on, moving to grab the gun from his pocket. Not that it would do much besides piss a wolf off but it would give him a chance to get inside the house. Protective instincts rose, overwhelming every sense of self preservation that had been honed over the years.

“There's another wolf on the property. And getting closer. Get inside….” Your eyes snapped in the southern direction, near the gate before a car appeared. A car? Truck to be exact and it looked beat to hell. The person inside made a howl and instead of Otis listening to you, he began laughing. However, the sound died off and the car moved through the gate faster when you shifted and lowered closer to the ground, ready to attack. Otis may have thought that this was all a joke but that scent never lied. Whoever was in that car was a werewolf. Underlying it though was something familiar. Not that your mind allowed htat to process when all that was screaming was protect, attack, defend.

The car came to a stop, the headlights not dying down, focused directly on your prowling form. Otis was moving towards the car, gun no longer drawn. The growl only grew in volume and ferocity, your body inching forward to try and stay ahead of him but there was nothing that was deterring him.

“Holy fucking shit….”

“The fuck you doing here?”

“Oh, I think that the question should be about that.” The man pointed in your general direction, causing you to snap your maw, drool flying. The growl had never stopped, the sound rivaling the rumble of the dying engine in the car. Ears pinned back, the scent was so much stronger now that he was standing in front of you. There was no denying that this man was a werewolf. Had Otis not picked up on the fact that the man was not at all disturbed or worried about the fact that there was a giant beast snarling and gnashing not ten feet from him?

“Bunny, calm the fuck down already. This here is Foxy, he's my brother.” Brother? Why the hell hadn't he been at the house? The entire family, minus Spaulding, was supposed to be here. Huffing, you were still unsure but took a step back and shifted once more.

“Brother or not, he’s a wolf.” Otis was smiling, at more ease than you had seen him in awhile. He was slapping Foxy on the shoulder, still chuckling. Foxy had gone from smiling to watching you, posture a little more tense than before. There was a sharpness to his teeth and a flash of color to his eyes that wasn't natural for a human. Proof that your instinct and that your nose had been correct. Otis could feel the tension, he had to with the placement of his hand against Foxy. His head cocked to the side ever so slightly, eyes jumping between you both.

“I gotta fucking admit. Her nose ain't been wrong before…” Foxy grunted before his shoulders sagged.

“Ah, shit. This ain't how I wanted to tell you.”

“She's right? Fuck me!” Foxy rolled his eyes and shoved Otis off of him. “How long you been hiding this shit? That Midnight Wolfman shit a fucking inside joke?”

“Oh, fuck off. I ain't been hiding shit. Shit happened about four months ago. Didn't know fuck all about what was happening.” A newly turned wolf. Now, that would explain why he hadn't reacted as strongly to your presence as you did to his own. That, or he had been around other wolves and was able to contain it. The thought that he could bring a pack down on the family didn't settle well, flaring that desire to protect all over again. “Still don't really understand shit. Definitely can't do that,” he offered and motioned towards you. Shift on command? That had to be what he was referring to when he spoke.

“You can't control it?” Otis stepped back for a moment, looking at the man, now almost as if he was an actual threat.

“It takes a lot of fucking time,” you offered before Foxy could speak. If he really was a new wolf with no sort of mentorship, the last four months would have been hell. Likely not nourished correctly, injuries that wouldn't heal properly, and suffering through a lot of pain without embracing and understanding the shifts. The same thing young, pureblooded wolves went through. Like it or not, if the man was really family, then that meant he was part of your pack. By extension, you were responsible now for teaching. “Time and work. There's a reason young wolves generally don't master it until their teenage years.” Another huff passed your lips into the night air as your gaze jumped between Otis and Foxy.

Before you could offer any help or guidance, the moans from the bed of the truck broke the silence. Right. There were play things. A thought struck you. An injured animal always worked best when it came to teaching one how to hunt. Less likely to fight back, cause harm, and easier to catch. Build up confidence. Maybe it hadn't been such a bad thing that the man had put up that struggle.

“Ya got something you wanna share?”

“You asked for a plaything.” Pulling the tarp off revealed the two bodies. “She's all yours. Shouldn't be anything more than maybe a lingering concussion. He decided he didn't want to get into the truck so…” You shrugged with the explanation. Otis peered over the edge and took in the prey.

“Not bad, Bunny.” The praise had your spirit lifting a bit. “What do you plan on doing with him? Doesn't look like he is gonna give you a run.”

“No, but….” You glanced towards Foxy and Otis followed your look.

“What a great God damn idea.” Foxy looked confused for a moment, brow raising as you both were assessing the man.

“What?”

“We are going on a hunt.”

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By the time you returned to the house, both you and the newly turned wolf were covered in blood. A rib was settled between your teeth as he was working on a section of the ulna bone. Dragging behind the both of you was the remaining carcass that could be tossed into the freezer. Not as much as you had planned but it was better than nothing at all.

Foxy was most certainly related to the Fireflys. That was no longer doubted. He reminded you of Otis in several ways but didn't have quite the domineering sense behind him. Dangerous and deadly? Yes. Without a doubt. But his personality was a little more calm, his mind a little less focused on the big world. Frighteningly easy to talk to and within an hour of being out in the dark, he was cracking jokes and actually getting a laugh out of you.

It would take a lot more time and effort for him to learn the shift on command but he didn't fight his nature like some who were turned. That alone had him ahead of the game. From your understanding, he planned on laying low at the ranch for some time, given the amount of land and space that was here.

“Not too bad a night for a newbie.” He chuckled, looking down at the bone that was nearly out of marrow from the sounds of it.

“Have to say, you make the shit look easier than it is. But you make it make sense.”

“You'll get there. Like I said, takes time. Probably would have taken you years on your own. I say, we go out nightly, especially over the time when it's closer to the moon, and you'll get there in a few months.” A hummed response was what you got as the both of you trudged up the stairs. Slinging the remains over your shoulder, you motioned for him to head inside. “I'm gonna take care of this before settling in. You got questions, just come find me. Don't need shit getting out of hand while you're in the house.” Instead of questioning it, he nodded and headed inside, still gnawing away on the bone. Like a pup. You could have swore that if he still had his tail, it would be swaying.

Chuckling, you headed down to the basement, moving past Tiny's room with a wave to the giant, before tossing the meat onto the table.

The instinct to protect had come up without thought. Still, the hair on the back of your neck was half on end with the adrenaline that remained coursing through your veins. Threats as a wolf were never taken lightly and over the years, threats were dealt with on your own so it just heightened everything.

“Have to say, you make a pretty damn good guard dog.” The voice rang out, unexpected enough that it actually made you jump. Shit. The chuckle meant that Otis hadn't missed it either. “Aww, did I sneak up on the big bad wolf?” Rolling your eyes since your back was turned to the man, you grunted in response while using a claw to slice up the remaining meat.

His hands found your hips, the length of his frame suddenly pressed against yours. Any growl died in your throat, the sound choked out by the shifting gears within your consciousness. Seemed he wasn't too upset about you stepping across some boundaries. The hand sliding across your abdomen and up to your chest would have been far more demanding and harsh, its placement wholly different. Teeth sunk into sensitive flesh and a different sort of keeling growl took place of any other sound. Maybe the night wasn't entirely a waste after all. And just maybe having another wolf around wasn't such a bad thing. As long as Otis didn't go getting any ideas...

[partycsincsill]

Entirely hand written oni lore cuz I don't like typing (sorry if my handwriting is a bit hard to read, the n-s and u-s tend to be pretty similar). If you spot any grammatical mistakes or misspellings plz ignore it I suck at English lmao

They are definitely a lot less animalistic and beast like than most people's headcanons but I like the idea of the oni being highly civilized intelligent beings

Also I was stupid and forgot to make a page on the differences of the powers but I'm too lazy to go back and do it so imma just drop it here

• all oni have destruction energy flowing through them but the capabilities and effects of this energy varies between the 3 main tribes and of course all of them can shapeshift to some degree

• black oni have the ability to bend the shadows and darkness as well as channel that energy completely raw causing chaos and destruction anywhere they go. Their control over shadows is pretty similar to Macaque's ability but when they are using it for movement they still have a shadow on the ground indicating their position therefore it is most optimal to use it in the dark

• blue oni can transform their destruction energy into a "purified" version which they can use for magic spells. While they are not able to control the darkness their spells and their more strategic approach to fights makes them formidable opponents

• lastly red oni can also "purify" their energy but their methods are different from blue oni's and the energy they end up with while works for spells to some degree but the main way they use it is to enhance their physical capabilities to the extreme

(fun fact: the abilities of the red oni were just a jumbled mess until now lmao)

That's all I think I appreciate if you have the patience to read through my infodump

[depressopax]

Hiii, have you seen Berlin? If so, can I ask you a request about Bruce (smut or headcanons)? I love your job, and I don't find any content about that series, I'm obsessed. Have a good day, honey! Thank you so much.

Thank you for the request! (and the kind words <33) The way I've been meaning to write for him and Cameron but didn't know if anyone would read those characters 😭 Buuuut now I finally did! Ok but Bruce is so *chefs kiss* 🥵🤤 I did both SFW and NSFW ones! Hope you enjoyyyy <3

Dating Bruce headcanons

Fandom - Berlin (La casa de papel spinoff)

Pairing: Bruce x gender neutral reader Genre: Headcanons, fluff, smut Warning(s): SFW: Cuss words, dirty jokes NSFW: Smut. Oral sex, dom/sub dynamic, pet names, insults/degradation, semi-public, cuss words, hair pulling, spit, reader is gender neutral Words: 1.3K Summary: Being in a relationship with Bruce would include…  English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

SFW

Dating Bruce would be chaotic

But good chaotic, though.

Everyday with him is like an adventure

He’s not the partner that likes to sit at home

He easily gets bored and likes bringing you out on whatever activity he might be up to. 

He loves a good party and especially likes showing off, letting the world know how amazing his partner is!

He is very loving and since he finds you so beautiful, amazing and intelligent, how can be not brag about being with you?

Homeboy has his arm around you wherever you go. 

Not scared to show PDA - the opposite, actually

He gets whiny if you don’t give him attention lmao

If you ignore him, even if it’s just for a couple of minutes, he gives you puppy eyes, acting all hurt just to get love and attention from you

Sure he’s cute, but it gets annoying sometimes, especially when you’re trying to be serious and he keeps clinging on to you.

He is very caring and listens to your needs

Sure he might be a bit naive sometimes, but he prioritizes your happiness and wellbeing. 

He hates to see you upset or sad, and tries his best to cheer you up

He does his best to see you smile again.

Bruce is very impulsive, and you often have to stop him from doing reckless shit.

Making sure he stays out of trouble, which might be a challenge sometimes…

Especially if he deals with someone being disrespectful to you. Often, he can hold back. But if someone is a jerk? N O .

I feel like he’s the guy that hits the gym a lot, but even then he wants you around.

If not to work out, then he wants you there to cheer on him, or kinda coach him 

But let's be honest, he wants you to see him all sweaty and takes it as an opportunity to show off his muscles

He’ll stare into your eyes and wipe sweat from him face using his tank top, showing you his abs in the process lmao

When he successfully makes you flustered, he’s so damn smug about it.

But apart from gym “dates”, he likes taking you out dancing, going to the cinema or going sightseeing.

But he also likes cheesy dates, for example taking you to cozy restaurants, home-cooked dinner and movie nights and stargazing. 

He likes taking you on small adventures, so he also takes you ice-skating, going to concerts or taking you to the amusement park.

Ok but imagine a amusement park date with him: - He encourages you to ride the scary-looking roller coasters, holding your hand and telling you how brave you are - Buying cotton candy and sharing - Him taking like 100 pictures of you - Bruce spending hours playing those carnival games, attempting to win you chocolate or the biggest teddy bears there is - You often need to drag an angry Bruce away from there, before he spends all his money on some game 😭 - Making out in the ferris wheel ;)

He’s an extrovert and likes doing things

But of course, he gets tired too, eventually….

Bruce is lazy in the mornings, resulting in you being lazy too.

He doesn’t let you leave bed, complaining that he’s cold etc

He likes sleeping with you in his arms, feeling protective over you even at nights.

He appreciates spa days with you, taking a relaxing bath together, cuddling under a blanket on the couch whilst watching movies.

LOVES seeing you in his clothes. It’s his favorite thing.

Bruce has lot of nicknames for you, most of them being in spanish

If your main language isn’t spanish, he tries teaching it to you

But he usually ends up teaching you cuss words, or very inappropriate sentences, making you think you’re saying something innocent 💀

Although he is naive and a bit of a douche, he loves you dearly and is not scared to express his love and devotion for you. He’s your fav himbo after all lol <3

NSFW

LOT of stamina

He loves having sex with you, so of course he’s up for a round 2

…And 3, maybe even a round 4?

Jk, unless…

Bruce has a high libido, basically horny for you all the time.

Everything about you turns him on. 

Seriously, sometimes a smile is enough for him to want to push you up a wall. 

Like we saw in the show, man’s a creep sometimes 

You’ll catch him staring at your ass, your lips, whatever, with the biggest smirk

Not shy to comment how hot you look or how badly he wants to fuck you.

Oh, you’re around people? Too bad. 

He has NO SHAME

Only way to stop him is telling him to shut the fuck up

…But somehow he manages to always say the right things, to make himself irresistible.

He’s the type of boyfriend to buy lingerie for you, dying to see you wear the sexy underwears he’s picked out for you

Top, bottom, dom or sub?

A N Y T H I N G

He doesn’t mind, as long as he gets to sleep with you, to be honest.

He goes after your preferences.

Leans more towards being a switch

Likes giving and receiving pleasure equally.

If you prefer being dominated, he’s more than happy to oblige. 

He knows how to talk dirty and take you roughly

“Look me in the when I fuck you.” - As he grabs your chin, tilting your face and forces you to meet his dark eyes “Take it, babe.” “You’re taking me so well”

He likes hearing you moan and whimper as he thrusts into you hard

If you’re dominant, tho…

He’ll be the moaning, whimpering mess underneath you. 

Likes it when you’re on top, having your hand gently pressed against his throat.

Whines a lot, begging for attention as you ignore his desires. 

Likes being called a good boy 🤭

Tbh he probably enjoys it when you call him slut

This man loves going down on you.

Besides talking too much, he knows how else to use his mouth… ;)

Compliment him for how good he is with his lips/his tongue. He loves and takes pride in it.

Homeboy could spend hours between your legs

When giving oral, he uses his fingers to stimulate other places too.

Very handsy, especially when it comes to holding your thighs apart so he gets better access to that spot he adores

He likes being messy when going down, using “too much” tongue, spit etc… Sorry

Fast and aggressive movements

…Or slow and passionate, really savoring you. 

He dirty talks you while working his mouth over that area, teasing you with telling you how good you taste, how beautiful you are etc…

Bruce likes eye contact. He always has the most innocent yet devilish look in his eyes as he works his lips and tongue on you.

Gets a bit offended if you don’t look at him, tbh

His beard tickling against your skin as he’s between your legs- I’M SORRY BUT OMG

Not so demanding when receiving oral

But if you tease him too much, he definitely becomes more cruel - pushing your head down, thrusting his hips forward to make you gag etc. 

He likes letting you do your thing, as he leans back watching and relaxing.

He’s sensitive, and very down bad for you

When he cums, he does so quickly.

Lots of praise during, and after.

If you have longer hair,

…Hair pulling. He wants something to grab when you work on his cock.

After you’re done having sex, he likes relaxing in bed, with your head on his chest

Strokes your hair, kisses you etc…

You’ll have to remind him about aftercare.

He’s in pure bliss and forgets everything else.

He falls asleep pretty quickly afterwards. 

Bruce feels bad about it, but he’s just so relaxed and feels so good after sex and just can’t keep his eyes open lol 

He falls asleep cuddling you, either as the big or little spoon.

Ok I def gotta make one for Cameron too omg 😩

[twstrhythm]

“Huh? Me?! I think you are making a mistake…”

Technical Information: Name: Alexis Lunae Nicknames: Moon Jelly (Floyd); Monsieur Reaper (Rook); Al (Caius); Lexy (Xavi/Varian) Voice Actor: Hiro Shimono (Alear, Fire Emblem Engage)

Biological Information: Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him; They/Them Age: 18 Birthday: October 31 Star Sign: Scorpio Height: 140 cm Hair color: Dark Blue Eye color: Purple Homeland: Island of Woe Family: Father; Mother; 3 brothers

Professional Status: School: Night Raven College Dorm: Ignihyde School Year: Third Class: 3-C Student Number: 21 Occupation: Student Club: Film Studies Club Best Subject: Comparative Study of Incantation Shortening in Ancient and Modern Magic

Fun facts: Dominant hand: Left Favorite Food: Strawberry Shortcake Least Favorite Food: Pumpkin Pie Dislikes: People yelling at him for no reason; Lazy people Hobbies: Reading; Listening to music; Playing video games Talents: His unattached limbs can still move on their own

Appearance: Alexis has long blue hair that he keeps tied over his shoulder. He also has a black ribbon in his hair that holds some hair out of his face. His eyes are purple in color. He wears a pair of glasses with a thin frame. Alexis wears the standard school uniform of a Night Raven College student.

Personality: Alexis is a quiet person. He tends to keep to himself and will purposely ignore people he does not like. However, he will be attentive and listen when he is speaking to someone he is close to.

Background: Alexis hails from the Land of Woe. His family runs a funeral home. He mostly spent time on his own whenever the rest of his family was busy. As the youngest in the family, he was not required to do any of the work. However, he feels like he does not fit into the family too much. His mother had always wanted a daughter, but she ended up with only sons. Alexis thought his mother hated him, so he left home. However, an accident happened. Due to the accident, he ended up becoming one of the undead.

Since he was still capable of using magic, his parents decided to send him to a magic school. When he was accepted into Night Raven College, his father saw him off.

Skills and Abilities:

Quick Thinker: Alexis is able to come up with plans on a whim.

Good Listener: He listens closely to things that are being said despite looking like he is ignoring someone.

Observant: He pays close attention to the things people do.

Attentive: He pays attention to his surroundings to see if there are any dangers.

Unique Magic: Alexis’s Unique Magic is called Dance Of Death. It allows him to temporarily resurrect the dead. But it only works if there are actually dead people or animals in the area. The undead can only stick around for 5 minutes max. It can be used on more than one individual, but that will cost more magic.

Chant: "Wither and decay, time trickles away. Dance of Death."

Trivia:

Alexis is based on Charon the ferryman.

He is undead. As a result, he is cold to touch. The stitches on his body are keeping him together. However, the stitches can be undone and his limbs can be detached.

Despite being detached, his limbs can still move.

He is afraid of butterflies

[bharv]

Fic: The First Leaf on the Tree after Winter

Part 2 of 3. Halsin/Jaheira, background Wyll/Karlach Their time was a century before, she thinks. What can they be, these old souls rooted in their ways, these observers of the world, these failed heroes? Read part one here or Read on Ao3

Wyll takes in the child, Yenna, without even a second thought, because of course he does. She could be a spy, she could be a plant, she could be any number of things, but Wyll sees only a sweet thing in need and lets her in untested. There are children everywhere in the Gate. There always have been, but even she notices that there are more than ever, and more and more seem to have no parents, no loved ones nearby. They run around them, and at first glance one might think that they are playing, but there is too much purpose in their movements. They have missions. Work. She only hopes their masters are kind enough. 

Karlach watches them with a sadness in her eyes, her hands reaching for them instinctively until she catches herself.

“I think I would have liked to have been a father,” Halsin says, an uncharacteristic quiet in his voice. “But I was never blessed with the right time, the right opportunity.”

She thinks back to lazy mornings with Khalid, his gentle touch, the stammer in his voice as he told her he loved her, that she would be a wonderful mother, that he would stay home with the children and that it would be his greatest honour, bliss, wish. She has summoned that memory to her so many times that she does not know anymore if it even happened the way she remembers. In her dreams he is so sure, and so is she, but she knows that if she hadn’t waited, if she had been as sure as he had, maybe things would be different.

But that was a foolish path. If things had been different, maybe he would still live.

“Many of us do not have that opportunity,” she says, trying to ignore the tightness in her throat. “But there are others. There are children who are lost. There are people who need to find each other. That can be a family too.”

*

Wyll and Karlach are falling in love. She can see it in a hundred little things they do for one another, from the way she throws herself in front of him during battle to the way he puts the best parts of his meals in her bowl when she is not looking, the way he holds her on a pedestal and the way she holds his hand when they think nobody is watching. It is a magnificent thing, but it also chews a hole in her heart as she watches, as she sees the dangers ahead.

Orin the Red appears all around them, and Wyll cannot sleep. She sits with him sometimes, talks him through his fears. Since Lord - no, Archduke Gortash’s coronation, he has been sick with worry for his father, he has been wild with fury for Karlach, and he has felt paralysed, utterly paralysed with the choices up ahead. She wishes she could be the sage counsel he desires, he deserves, but she has only ever been wild, impulsive, too quick to action, too full of regret. 

“You must be bold, Wyll,” she tells him. “There may be mistakes to make, but you must make them with your whole heart and leap. Don’t do what you think you have to. Do what is right.”

“It’s fine when it’s just me. But the others. You . How will I live with myself if I hurt you?”

She holds him like a mother, and truly, he is one of hers now, her beloved brave cub. She would lay down her life for him. Hells, she will, if it comes to it. Of all of her many flaws, it is how she loves that she hates the most; it takes over her in moments and binds her, entwines with them in a way that she can never cleave away. 

Then, one night, he makes his choice. The devil Mizora comes to him and forces him to forge his destiny in flame once more; be hers forever, or sacrifice his father. He tells her with steel in his eyes that he will not fall back, and she will not have his father, and she is so proud of him that she could burst. Karlach kisses him with fire and tenderness, and that is that. 

She can see that Karlach is in pain, and she’s sure Wyll knows too. The engine will burn out, and it is likely to be weeks, not months. He commits himself even though he does not have the time to reaching in to every connection he can; he sweet-talks old associates of Gortash for information, careful that Karlach does not know, he asks her if the Harpers can help, and she tells him they will try anything and everything they can.

Wyll and Karlach are falling in love, and to know it may be over before it can even really begin strikes a dagger through her heart again. She thinks of the hundred little things that remind her of Khalid, of the smell of herbs on his fingertips after cooking, of his deep care for the looking after of things from her to his blades, of the way he could not help but giggle with nerves when she kissed his hip bones and the way that laughter gave way to sighs muffled by his hand pressed over his mouth and how she would pull it away so she could hear him. She could lose herself in those thoughts forever if she let herself. Some days she wishes she had.

*

The shapechangers have infiltrated the Harpers, and her heart cannot bear it as her daggers find their mark in the faces she has grown to love. They melt away and she feels empty. The city takes and it takes and it takes.

She runs into the woods from their camp and she transforms into a bear this time. It is not her place of comfort, but it is strong and it is weighty, and that is what she wants today. To feel grounded and heavy and powerful. To feel like him. To be like him. It is envy, she thinks, while thought prevails over instinct. He is so certain of himself, even here in the city that pushes down on him and tries to reform him, tries to cut away his flesh and leave him a bone-cog, a piece of plenty, to put him on a leash.

Soon, the instinct takes over thought, the way she likes it. She feels the need to roam, to lumber through the leaves, to be far from others in a patch of land that is her own, hers only. She feels protective, territorial. This is her land, this is her city, this is her coast, and the feeling tears through her as she turns and sees him.

She roars. The sound rips through her and almost shocks her out of her shape. It has been so long since she has let herself make a sound like this, to let instinct take over in place of worry for others. She has folded herself so small into others expectations, let them grow into her and not fought as they swallowed her whole.

He huffs in response.

They stand for a moment, the only sound in the night the heavy depth of their breathing. And then, they move together in an instant, as her claws dig into the earth and propel her towards him.

Their bodies crash against each other, but he is stronger and pins her quickly. He nuzzles at her, nips at the fur around her neck, and it is tender in a way that takes away any doubt of what will happen next.

She tells herself it is all instinct.

*

She takes them to her house the next day.

The children have done well. The house is fortified, and they have kept themselves fed, kept themselves safe. Rion and Jord scold her, and she deserves their barbs, but it is Tate who breaks her heart and makes her falter with his fear that she has come through their door as a corpse. Wyll steps in with an epic tale of their encounter with Dame Aylin, though he is sparing on some details for which she is grateful, and as a reward he is granted her Harper pin. In times past, she would be angry, furious that her secrets were spilled, but this was not a time for secrets. She leads Wyll down to her office, feels a slight delight as he smiles with pride at finding the slot for the pin that unlocks the door to more and beckons for her to go ahead. Always the gentleman.

This place. This place she has missed. The soft sounds of insects on the water, the buzz of magic from the wards. The smell of the moss and vines. Her little chattering friends and their news of all that the city tries to hide from her. The chair looking out over the little lake, the book she never finishes reading, the wine she has been drinking for years that she hoards away only for herself.

She sits in her small piece of the world for hours, letting Wyll explore, find what he wants and take what he needs for the fight to come. Rion invites them to stay and eat upstairs, but she does not feel like she can dine in her own home. There are too many questions, and she has too few answers.

“It is beautiful how everything blooms around you.” Halsin stands in the door, looking more relaxed than he has in days. “This place. It is magnificent.”

“I have missed it.”

“I can see why. A sanctuary. A piece of beauty in all this ugliness.”

“There is beauty in this city, of a kind. In its people, in the way the stone has been carved out. I know you are struggling to see it, and I’m sorry. But please. Feel free to stay down here as long as you need.”

“You are too kind.”

He sits with her looking over the water, and he looks rested for the first time in days. For a moment she wonders if this is the moment they should talk about what has happened in the woods, if that is the thing that should be done now, but she does not want to. She doesn’t want to bring that here, to interrupt the stillness. The sound of the chittering of the insects on the water, the smell of the moss. The curve of the muscles of his arms as he rests them on the table, his eyes shut as he breathes it in. 

They can hear Karlach’s laugh ring out from upstairs, the murmured voices of the children echoing down as they ask her a hundred questions that are just out of earshot. He opens his eyes and smiles at her.

“Your family is a credit to you too. You were wise to keep them secret, keep them safe.”

“The world is dangerous, but Rion is a match for it, I think. I am proud of her.” She realises as she says it that she is, that she is fiercely proud of her, and she loves her with an essential part of her that makes her afraid. To love is…

She sits with him for some time looking out over the water before she slips away, finds the hidden release and goes through to her vault. Before she left the city to head to the Last Light, she had sat in this cavern for hours, wondering if she should take things with her or leave them safely hidden away. There are some small pieces of equipment, some scrolls of research, and at the heart of it, the thing most precious.

Khalid gave her many gifts. Her wedding ring was a snippet of twine that he tied together with trembling hands to slip on her finger, full of concentration and care. After a year, he wrote down all of the things he loved about her, showing her only once and keeping it on his person forever. She wishes she could have found it, kept it. Years later, with the help of their good friend, he forged this necklace for her. A simple, unassuming design, but made with care and precision from only the best materials. 

She slips it from its case - an indulgence, she knows it, and feels the cool of the metal against her fingers. She doesn't know why she is so scared to wear it with pride. Every time she holds it, she feels frightened. Perhaps it is the fear of losing it. Perhaps it is the fear of having him close, letting him see who she has become.

There is a shadow at the door. She had quite forgotten that Halsin was even with her. “I’m sorry, I do not mean to pry.”

“It’s fine,” she says, though she does not know that it is. This place has not been seen by another living soul for as long as she has kept it, and there is a spike of fear in her spine as he walks in closer. He looks across from her to her desk, and she realises why.

“Halsin-”

“I know these markings.”

Of course he would. He has had a century to study the history of such things, just as she has. To look into magics and rituals, to try and find the secrets that evaded them in the land. But he would have stopped there. He would have seen what lay buried in the dirt and let it rest. 

“That is not the natural order,” he says with a cool tone in his voice, a flint that makes her jaw tense. “You saw all that happened in Reithwin and still you would seek immortality?”

“No, not immortality. Just… just more time. I thought…”

I thought I was still needed, she wants to say. That the world needed heroes, and that the world needed me for just a little longer. Now I am not so sure, and part of me is scared of what that might mean.

She flushes with anger, with shame, at the sight of his unflinching eyes on her. “I do not owe you an explanation, Halsin.”

His nostrils flare. “You owe me nothing. That is so. And yet I am… I am disappointed, High Harper.”

He leaves her with her ghosts, and she is glad of it.

*

It is harder to slip away now that they have more permanent lodgings, but she finds a way to leave the Elfsong without arousing too much suspicion. There is a gap through which she can reach the woods, and she trusts that he will follow her.

In the end, he is not subtle. She can see him out of the corner of her eye as he stalks her still in human form, his pace determined as she climbs over the wall, matching her as she starts to run into the trees.

She is barely transformed and he is on her, over her, and she bites at his neck as gently as she can manage with the fury that courses through her. He pushes her with such force that it almost knocks her out of shape, but she fights it, wills it to stay. She throws herself at him with all the strength she can manage. She is fury, she is wild and he is wilder as he forces her body to the floor and he takes her without waiting.

She is glad that here, at least, they can be honest. 

*

Her body hurts more than ever, the sounds and smells of the city are worse than ever, and she thinks it is down to him. How long has she been cutting off healthy branches to keep herself small? How long has she been shutting out senses because they do not serve her, as if they are hers to cleave away for her own convenience? Her body aches to transform, and she reaches for her wildshape in fights she would never think to. She wants to be powerful. She wants to be sleek and strong. She wants to feel teeth in the flesh of her enemies and so she does, she does. The beast of the hill roams the warehouses, the sewers, the battlements of the gate, and part of her relishes the look of fear in their eyes.

*

He comes to her as she rests. This old body does not heal as fast as it used to, and there is still work to be done, but she cannot leave her bed. The last fight to free Wyll’s father and the Gondians was a mess, and she almost perished on the end of a trident stuck so deeply into her stomach that she could feel it hit her spine. But they did it, they did it, and right now Wyll is sitting with his father in private rooms, introducing him to the woman that will be his bride. That is worth any pain.

Halsin brings her a sweet tea with balsam. He brings her hot rags steamed across the pot to lay across the residual marks from her wound. He burns incense and, more importantly, he stays with her, pulling up a chair to her bedside.

“I apologise for what I said,” he offers her as she drinks her tea from shaking hands.

“When?” she asks. But she knows. They have barely spoken any actual words since, even as their bodies have still met in the cloak of night.

“You know when. It was inappropriate to behave like that in your home. I hope you can forgive me.”

“You were right.”

“We both know things are rarely so straightforward as right and wrong.”

He lets her drink, and, with a gentle touch, he lays the material against her stomach. His hands linger, and his eyes are set on the rise and fall of her breath.

“When Wyll bought you back I didn’t think you would make it. And it filled me with fear, Jaheira. I was so afraid.”

She sits herself up, trying not to show pain through a taught smile. “I am stronger than all that, Halsin. We do not have the privilege of growing old with no reason.”

His eyes linger, and spot something around her neck. “The pendant you took. I should have asked you about that, not the other thing. It seemed precious to you.”

“A gift. From my husband.”

“I did not know you were married.”

“I was.” 

How was it that even now, even after all this time, to say she was makes her stomach drop. She was, she is, she will always be. His bones are her bones. His love is timeless.

“I would like to hear about him, if you would like to tell me.”

She laughs. It hurts . “Why?”

“Well, he is special to you. Important to you. That makes him special, and it makes him important. He is a part of you, and I would hear more of that, if you think me worthy.”

She realises his hand is still on her stomach. He continues, “There was a man once. Torbrin. He was a sailor, a smuggler, and would bring goods through the Emerald Grove six months or so to trade. You remind me of him, in so many ways. He had a cutting tongue.”

“Charming!”

“And many other qualities besides, I promise you! He was charming, and generous. When he laughed, everybody laughed, and he had a memory for fine details. He recalled that I liked sweet things and bought me honeycakes every time he could, every time he could, for ten years.”

A soft, distant look passed over him, a look she knew well, as his voice caught ever so slightly in his throat. “Ten years in three hundred and fifty, it might not seem much, but-”

“It is not just that ten years. It is not just the days you were together. It is all the days he has stayed in your heart.”

“Yes. Yes, it is.”

“What happened to him?”

“He drowned, not far off the coast from here in Baldur’s Gate. A bad storm. It is always the risk of that life. He asked me to go with him a few times when the parting was particularly bittersweet. I could not. I could not live my life on water. But I have thought about him often, since we have been here.”

She thinks of this man, Torbrin, of his body lying close to where they dived down to the Iron Throne. Perhaps what was left of him and his vessel was still abandoned to the harbour, his bones all that remain outside of this moment of them bringing him into the world once more. 

“Tell me something about him. Your husband.”

“Khalid.”

“Khalid.”

She thinks his name on Halsin’s lips will sound strange, but it sounds beautiful and bright. She tells him how they met. She tells him about Gorion, about their journeys together. She tells him about Jon Irenicus, and when tears come to her eyes, she does not stop them. Halsin’s hand finds hers, and she does not stop him. Something opens inside her, and she does not stop it. She doesn't know how to.

[arkyv646]

HAI! I'm ALEX, an eighteen-year-old who is lost and confused about... everything.

Not-so-fun facts about me: I LOVE books—specific fictional books that allow me to escape my confusion and responsibilities (I really shouldn't be doing that, given I'm the firstborn, and yet here I am), and self-help books that ease the confusion of life and my own mind—sometimes.

I'm also a sucker for fluffy romance and Slice of Life genres. Contemporary romances, YA books. Don't get me started on classic books—this is only my own perception, but reading classics is like reading a math textbook. I love to watch classic movies, though.

I like my romance tropes—EXCEPT SECOND-CHANCES THAT ESPECIALLY INCLUDES CHEATING AND ANY OTHER "ACCIDENTAL" MISTAKES, MISCOMMUNICATION, AND LOVE TRIANGLES (Either kill me or I kill myself. No in between).

I'm a CARAT and an ARMY (The best decision I've ever had in 2020 and 2023). And I of course love Taylor Swift.

I draw, but I'm too lazy to improve my skills. I love doing art, and I am willing to learn every art medium there is—If I magically manifest some kind of permanent motivation at will, that is (It sucks being in a creative slump after 2-3 days of hyperfixation over something spectacular.

I am a pathological people pleaser due to a traumatic experience in the past, which is a pretty formative one for an eight-year-old little girl. But hey, kids are kids! Naive. Ignorant. Clueless about the effect they inflict on the kids they bully, unknowing that that little girl they bullied would grow up insecure to the core, desperately trying to become useful so others won't hate her and won't think of her as some kind of burden, and become friends with her. Those kids don't know that she will claw her eyes out and nitpick every mistake she's made as punishment, that she will self-sabotage great relationships because she's afraid people will leave her eventually, so she does it first.

Really clueless.

(Still, kids are kids—innocent, little monsters).

I am suspected of having ADHD—which I affectionately call DAVE—"Dopamine Attention Variability Executive dysfunction."

I am a lost girl in this fast-changing world. And then something happened. The impact was decidedly strong, so strong that my world shattered into nothingness. Ruins. There was nothing left. Not even a single flicker of who I am was left. The worst part is: that I had no idea who I really was. I was... Well, to put it in words, NOT me.

That world... It was based on the people I met. The likes. The opinions. Depending on who I'm currently associating with, that's who I am.

I became other people.

This post... It will serve as my starting point to begin again, to try and know ME.

Ofc without the pressure of keeping it up daily. Daily is impossible.

And I hope that whoever I end up being, the people I love will still accept me and love that ME for who she is.

(Credits to the owner of the photo)

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 456

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 21: KEEP YOUR RECORDS IN ORDER 3

Isa 30:8 Now go, WRITE IT DOWN ON A TABLET IN THEIR PRESENCE, INSCRIBE IT ON A SCROLL, so that it might be PRESERVED FOR A FUTURE TIME AS AN ENDURING WITNESS. NET

THE GOOD, THE BAD & THE UGLY 2

The records of our vexatious challenges help tell others that they too can do it if you overcame it.

Jas 5:17-18 ELIJAH WAS A MAN WITH HUMAN FRAILTIES, JUST LIKE ALL OF US, BUT HE PRAYED AND RECEIVED SUPERNATURAL ANSWERS. He actually shut the heavens over the land so there would be no rain for three and a half years! THEN HE PRAYED AGAIN AND THE SKIES OPENED UP over the land so that the rain came again and produced the harvest. TPT

Sadly though, the most disturbing reason why men keep their records “sweet & Perfect” is for filthy lucre’s sake.

In Christian Ministry where we already have the Bible as reference, men still insist on reading only the sweet and positive parts to create “delightful opium” for ignorant and lazy believers, and at such, exploit them to the utmost.

1Pe 5:2 Just as shepherds watch over their sheep, you must watch over everyone God has placed in your care. Do it willingly in order to please God, and not simply because you think you must. LET IT BE SOMETHING YOU WANT TO DO, INSTEAD OF SOMETHING YOU DO MERELY TO MAKE MONEY. CEV

I have seen too many bus evangelists who come to tell [tall] stories of Miracles too stupendous to be true, just because they would eventually “beg” for money from these people.

But Records must contain True Pictures of [inevitable] living experiences that are intrinsic factors of a real Christian’s Life.

1Co 4:9-10 IT SEEMS TO ME THAT GOD HAS APPOINTED US APOSTLES TO BE AT THE END OF THE LINE. We are like those on display at the end of the procession, AS DOOMED GLADIATORS SOON TO BE KILLED. WE HAVE BECOME A THEATRICAL SPECTACLE TO ALL CREATION, BOTH TO PEOPLE AND TO ANGELS. We are fools for Christ, but you are wise in Christ! We are the frail; you are the powerful. You are celebrated; we are humiliated. TPT

There is nothing wrong if people read of even your stupid mistakes or unguarded steps and falls.

It could help them know how they can arise and STAND from theirs too.

Some are too concerned about always presenting an honourable and fine picture of their Profession.

Rom 11:13 I am speaking now to you Gentiles: As long as I am an apostle to the Gentiles, I WILL TAKE PRIDE IN MY WORK. GNB

Now let’s go back to God as our Standard: do you see God keeping back any records of anything good or bad in the course of the Natural world?

Let us inspect a little, shall we?

Gen 1:31 And God saw every thing that he had made, and, BEHOLD, IT WAS VERY GOOD. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day. KJV

This is where many will love to leave their records: painting only the “good” picture.

Too many books - especially fictions - are written with impressions of winning most times, because we know the readers will anticipate “Comedy” and not “Tragedy” at the end of all.

But what do we see in God’s records please?

Gen 6:6 -7And the Lord had sorrow because he had made man on the earth, and grief was in his heart. And the Lord said, I will take away man, whom I have made, from the face of the earth, even man and beast and that which goes on the earth and every bird of the air; for I have sorrow for having made them. BBE

Can you imagine how it could feel for the perfect and infallible God, to have to destroy everything he had made good just because it failed to meet divine standard?

Painful, I think.

But we all know it wasn’t His fault or error in details of creation really. He made al things perfect but then gave MAN Freewill, which was necessary, and then what?

Ecc 7:29 I have found only this: God made people decent, but they LOOKED for many ways to AVOID being decent." GW

God kept all the records of His long-suffering with men and resultant redemptive process or otherwise, demeaning responses of Men.

Isa 1:2-3 The LORD has said, "Listen, heaven and earth! THE CHILDREN I RAISED HAVE TURNED AGAINST ME. Oxen and donkeys know who owns and feeds them, but my people won't ever learn." CEV

May your Records be a beacon Light for God’s Purpose, IN JESUS NAME.

Come back on Friday, as we proceed in digging into this inspiring Subtopic.

Brother Prince

Wednesday, January 10, 2023

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[kwnnys]

BAKING WITH BLLK BOYS !

cw ; a bit suggestive/established relationship w the first one, I have no idea how to bake so don't!! sue me!!!, swearing, inconsistent writing style

THE FLIRTY ONES !

he's somewhat innocent at the beginning, reading out the recipe and grinning as he watches you confidently put on your apron. woah, he didn't realise how hot you could look in such a simple piece of clothing.

he doesn't try to hide the fact that he's shamelessly flirting and trying to coax you. purposely smudging icing and powdered sugar on the corners of your lips, letting out a chuckle when you shoot him an annoyed glare.

hes standing behind you and peeking over your shoulder as you mix the batter. he shakes his head, saying that you're doing it all wrong and he places his hand over yours, 'demonstrating' on how to properly mix it. he shrugs in denial when you call him out for just wanting an excuse to hold you, whistling and glancing to the side.

you know those creepy thirst traps of men baking and they just completely violate the food? he probably does that in front of you for the shits and giggles. pouting and whining that you're 'no fun' when you scold him to stop.

he can't keep his hands off you. playfully slapping your ass the moment you bend over to put the tray into the oven. he ignores your little scoldings, and he cuts you off by scooping you up and placing you on the kitchen counter, caressing your waist as he presses his lips on yours.

the cute baking date you had planned quickly turns into a steamy makeout session as his hands run through the back of your head and he pushes you closer, exploring your mouth with his tongue before— wait, did the smoke alarm just go off?

SHIDOU, REO, BACHIRA, AIKU, KARASU !

THE LAZY ONES !

he wasn't too fond of the idea of baking. couldn't you two just place an order from your local pastry shop?

you end up having to drag him by force to the kitchen, where he's standing boredly and watching as you do basically everything. it's his presence that counts.

he does help out every once in awhile, passing you the ingredients required or the utensils that you needed. his brows furrow when he sees you pour 3 cups of sugar into the mix. isn't that too much?

all of a sudden he's backseating and pointing out your little mistakes. your inaccurate measurements, or your poor decorating skills. it drives you crazy, to the point where you just shove the bowl into his hands and tell him to do it himself if he's so bothered.

he quickly shuts up at that, and the two of you finally finish baking the pastries! and what do you know, they taste delicious.

NAGI, KAISER, OTOYA, CHIGIRI, SAE !

THE GRUMPY ONES !

he's reluctant at first, but eventually agrees. he is very strict when it comes to recipes, and he makes sure that everything goes perfectly according to what the article says. its hard to take him seriously though, not when he's wearing a pretty pink apron with that stoic look on his face.

it's a bit suffocating. he's bossing you around, and he always has his eye on you. oh, you're trying to sneak some sprinkles into the batter? not on his watch, sprinkles weren't included in the recipe.

he's uptight, but it's just the perfectionist in him. he needs everything to be flawless, it's like he was baking for the minister of Japan himself.

he also makes sure not to make a mess, scolding you when you even let a drop of icing drip onto the counter. he's washing the utensils every 5 minutes. you're sure your water bill is going to suffer.

though, it's somewhat worth it in the end, because these taste like the best sweets you've ever had in your life! the texture is perfect, and the cute decorations on top make it all the better. even so, you might have to think twice before inviting him over for another baking session...

BAROU, RIN, (WILD CARD) KUNIGAMI !

THE 'HES TRYING HIS BEST..' ONES !

he's not too experienced when it comes to the art of baking. sure, he's made christmas cookies with his parents every once in awhile— but he's amateur level at best.

he's squinting his eyes trying to read the instructions, tilting his head in confusion. what was the difference between baking soda and powder again..? was there even a difference? what would be the consequence if he accidentally mixes them up?

but no worries, you're there to guide him! or, he hopes. turns out, you know just as little as he does. and the two of you look like clueless puppies in the kitchen.

you end up having to bring in a third party, someone that has much more experience. he tries to help as much as he can, offering to do the more simple tasks like washing bowls and preheating the oven.

the end results isn't too bad. it's slightly more burnt than he expected. oh well, nothing a bit of frosting can't hide fix.

ISAGI, KURONA, YUKIMIYA, NANASE !

THE SURPRISINGLY EXPERT ONES !

he had told you he wasn't much experienced when you brought it up, to which you said was completely fine! you had been wanting to brag about your newfound skills from the classes you've been taking, after all.

so then why.. is he doing everything? you're confused. he said he wasn't experienced, and yet he was far better at this than you. he didn't even need to look at a recipe, he's doing everything by feel and instinct.

he's even giving you tips. not in a taunting or teasing way, but in a genuinely trying to help way. you want to be mad at him, to call him out for lying but— he's smiling so sweetly, and he seems to genuinely be having fun.

you ended up missing the chance to show off to him. but it was worth the joyful and fun memories you made that day.

HIORI, NESS !

[fluffytriceratops]

Dating Headcannons - Leonardo

Note: Again, not gonna edit this because I'm far too tired and lazy for that shit. So if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes, please ignore them. ^^ Also- I don't think I mentioned this in my last post, but I do not own the mood boards I post along with these headcannons. I just found them all on google and decided to use them. XP Someone requested that I post Lee's next, so that's exactly what I'm doing. Mike and Raph are next! Lemme know who's you want to see first! And let me know if I should make one of these for Casey? :3 Thanks for reading! <3

Warnings: mature/sexual themes, nsfw mentions, mature language,

- Holy fuck this guy is into bondage and you cannot change my mind. Also, he can be a switch but he totally prefers being the dom. And he most likely will...

- He'd be into praise, mark my words. He'd fluster the shit out of you and enjoy it. And he'd probably enjoy it if you called him Sensei or Master no matter how cringey it may be.

- He can be a bit possessive, so I feel like he'd be very into marking you as his.

- If you meditate with him, he'll love you forever. Even if you hate it. And if he knew you didn't enjoy it, he'd be all "oh it's okay, you don't have to meditate with me if you don't want to..", but be secretly thrilled if you decided to do it anyway. He'd also try to trick you into doing it with him a few times too.

- Like with Donnie, if you bring this man tea he will propose to you on the spot. (Not actually, but you know he'd be pretty excited about it). The same goes with candles and plants (he's a plant guy, you cannot tell me otherwise). And no one, absolutely no one can touch or use his tea. Well, if Splinter asked him, he'd wouldn't stop him or say anything about it but he wouldn't be all that pleased.

- Will probably talk to Splinter a lot about you and ask him for advice. Might accidentally mention something on the more intimate side of things and get really awkward afterwards. And Splinter will be like "that my son is something you should discuss with her" or some shit. Splinter might even go up to you himself and tell you to talk to Leo because of a 'topic' he will not mention.

- Acts like he doesn't like cussing, but finds it extremely attractive when you do it. Especially in bed and with his name attached.

- He has those fanfiction blue eyes, and once he knows that he has them and the power he wields over you he will use it to the full extent. Wherever and whenever that may be.

- Not fully into PDA but he will do it, do not test him. If you do, he'll just prove you wrong and make you 'pay' for it later.

- Leo has an issue with assertiveness. So he's bossy and likes to be in charge. He likes to make decisions, even for you sometimes. But knowing him he's respectful and encouraging. He's open and makes sure that you guys have good communication. He'll get annoyed if you don't talk to him or refuse to open up to him/tell him if something is wrong.

- He pushes you, in a good way. To try to get you to become a better person and to work harder.

- Spending time with him in a must, and he demands to see you as much as possible. He tries to impress you every time he gets the chance, and has a thing for compliments and praise. He treats you like royalty and will only mistreat you in the sheets.

- He loves to tease and flirt, even if he's bad at it. He's a dork, and he loves being goofy with you.

- Loves thighs. Would probably be into biting/hickeys. He'd probably end up giving you a praise kink.

- He'd force you to watch his tv shows with him. He will watch just about anything with you, but some things he'd refuse to watch.

- He doesn't like it when you call him by his full name and will only reply if you use a nickname. Likes to call you his own nickname, and show everyone that you belong to him.

- When he's pissed, not only is he super attractive, but also extremely terrifying.

- He doesn't like it when you are around danger, but he wants you to know how to fight/defend yourself if you were ever in a situation like that. Keeps you away from danger/villains as much as possible. Won't let you go on patrols unless he's overruled. Won't be happy if that happens.

- Leo likes to hum you to sleep. Whether that be in person or over the phone.

- He also likes to send you sweet little texts throughout the day, and will ask before calling you on a lot of occasions. He'd probably say some cheesy quote/phrase, especially right before he leaves the phone call.

- He'd be into secret messages with words/gestures that only the two of you knew. And he'd be into punishing you too, even more so if you were being a brat. He usually returns flirtatious energy, but if you catch him off guard he'll be a flustered mess.

- Definitely does random winks and mouths "I love you" from across the room.

- Leo is VERY good at using his hands. And he's patient as fuck, so he also likes to take his time with certain things and tease you.

[pookieace]

all mine

pairing : fem!reader x eren yeager

contains : established relationship, monster fucking, heavy oral (fem receiving), praise & degradation (what a beautiful pair), edging, overstimulation kinda, pussy slapping, tummy bulging, jealous eren but it's not toxic, he's a meanie at times but soft too <3

word count : 3.8k (oh my god, i'm an attack titan whore)

summary : the events in which eren gets jealous because some idiot kept staring at his pretty girlfriend all night, and he was not having it.

yeah.. i'm gonna need some holy water after this skgjkkd, mr attack titan lives in my mind rent free okay! he's so.. sexy– ANYWAYS. this isn't proof read cause i'm lazy so ignore mistakes please & thanks! likes / reblogs are appreciated and feedback is always welcomed <3

!! minors & ageless blogs, dni !!

“He’s staring again– Fucking hell.”

“Ren, stop looking at him. ‘S okay.” Your boyfriend sighed, sitting back in his seat as he glared at the man a couple of tables across.

“Ren.” You warned, whisper yelling at the male.

“What?”

“You’re death glaring at hi–”

“Good. He deserves it. Fuckin’ staring at what’s mine. Is he a newbie? Never seen him around. What a dumbass…” Eren’s eyebrows were furrowed deeply – He was pissed to say the least, right leg bouncing up and down as he gritted his teeth. A couple seconds later, he tsk-ed and spoke up. “What the hell– Look at him! He’s giving you bedroom eyes now?”

“He is not.” You sighed, doing your best to ignore the stares from your friends around you as Eren ranted a little too loud. You looked over at the male two tables away and offered him an awkward smile when you made eye contact. Eren was right, he was staring at you with bedroom eyes. He had been for a while now but you assumed he would stop, given how many times Eren leaned over and touched your hands or kissed your forehead – Hell, even the death glares from Eren weren’t enough for him to stop? How annoying.

“We’re leaving.” Eren didn’t give you a chance to respond, grabbing your wrist and almost dragging you out of the hall.

Eren’s large hands came to grip your waist, pressing your body against the wall behind you as your lips worked against his. You could feel the jealousy radiating off of him as he kissed you. The kiss was rushed, but passionate as his hand held the back of your neck to kiss you harder.

“Gotta be good, okay? Stay quiet for me.” He mumbled against your lips, the hand that was behind your neck moving down the front of your body and undoing the buttons on your pants. Eren slid the flimsy material down to your mid thigh with ease, the cool air hitting your exposed skin and making goosebumps appear on your body.

“R-Ren.” You whisper, looking around at your surroundings while Eren toyed with the hem of your panties. “This isn’t a good idea… Too close to the hall. We’re gonna get caught.” Your fingers grabbed at Eren’s shirt as his index finger teased your clit over your panties. It took everything in you not to let out the moan desperately stuck in your throat at that moment. It was embarrassing to say the least – You shouldn’t have been so wet at the mere thought of your boyfriend fingering you out in the open, but you were. You could feel the fabric between your thighs collecting slick as the seconds went on.

Despite your plea though, Eren stayed silent. Your voice went through one ear and right out the other. Too clouded by jealousy, by anger, his eyes were too focused on the way your panties carried a wet spot in the middle, dampened with arousal from a simple kiss shared only minutes before.

Maybe you liked how reckless this idea was. The thrill of possibly being caught by the guy who had been giving you bedroom eyes all night was rather hot, or maybe it was because you liked just how needy your boyfriend was for you. So needy that he didn’t care where you two were, he needed his hands both on you and in you. But the thought of being caught in such an open area by your commander when you were half naked and begging for your boyfriend for more, was too much of a risk.

“Ren plea–” You spoke up once more, trying to get his attention.

However, the words got stuck in your throat almost instantly as Eren’s hand came in contact with your cheek. It was just hard enough so you felt a faint burning sensation on the left side of your face. “What did I say, hmm? Stay quiet.” You simply nodded as a response, whispering out a small ‘okay’ since you didn’t trust your voice to come out any louder.

Eren hummed softly, placing a gentle kiss to the cheek he’d slapped earlier as an action of comfort while letting his fingertips rub against your sensitive clit for another few seconds. He eventually got tired of it (he was never very patient anyway), and easily, Eren slid the fabric of your panties to the side just enough to expose your cunt. This time you stayed quiet, wanting to be good for him, just like Eren had wanted. As two of your boyfriend’s fingers pushed past your folds and stretched you open little by little, your mouth fell open slightly at the sensation.

“Fuck, you’re soaked already y’know.” He hadn’t even gotten his fingers all the way inside you yet, but they were already drenched with your slick. “Didn’t want me to touch you out here but you’re dripping like a bitch in heat for me already baby.”

A quiet whimper left you at his harsh words as you buried your face in his shirt, walls clenching around his two digits as he slid them in with little restriction from your cunt, finally being in knuckle deep. The clenching drew a grunt from your boyfriend as he kept his fingers still in you for a couple moments, wanting to feel you pulsate around them again. His own knees grew weak.

The constant clenching around his fingers giving him flashbacks to when he filled you up with his cock so many times before, always having to wait while your walls adjusted around his length. The thought of you offering your body up to him like that made his cock stir in his jeans, it almost made him forget the reason why he was so jealous. Almost. “Good girl– God, your cunt always feels so good.”

Eren had always been in love with everything about you. The way you smiled when you see him after a long day, or how your eyes light up when he sneaks into your room and has your favourite food hidden under his jacket, or how you’d hold onto the fabric of his sleeves while the squad walked through the forest since you weren’t too fond of the dark. But he was extra weak for your pretty pussy – Especially when the two of you were getting intimate. He adored the way your cunt was always so responsive to his touches no matter how small they were. The way you leaned into his touches without even realising and beg for him to make you cum made Eren hard without fail. You swore sometimes you could see literal hearts in his eyes as he toyed away with your body. It made his heart flutter to see you so responsive to him.

“Such a desperate whore for my fingers, huh?” You nodded once more, whimpering into the fabric of his shirt as you felt both fingers pull out of your hole ever so slowly, glistening with your slick under the moonlight.

Eren’s shirt helped muffle the soft moan when he thrust his digits back into your pussy, your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to hold yourself up even though your knees were already getting weak, shaking every time you felt his fingers push back into you again. Eren knew your body inside and out, able to make you weak and needy for him within seconds. It’s both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because you’ve never been able to feel so good before, maybe due to the fact you loved him with your entire being, or because he was just that good at reading your body. But a curse since he could be a pain, especially when he wanted to tease you. It always boosted his ego seeing you all messed up because of him though.

You’ve never felt more thankful that everyone else was still in the hall up the street, celebrating your commander's birthday and you prayed that the drunken cheers were louder than your sounds. “You’re clenching around my fingers so fuckin’ nicely. Love your pretty cunt baby, d’you know that?”

Your head lolled back and hit the wall behind you gently. Your brain was too focused on the waves of pleasure shooting through your body as your boyfriend's fingers pumped in and out of you, fully knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak. And once again, his spare hand landed on your cheek again, teeth gritted while he repeated himself. “Y’know you got a pretty cunt, hmm? C’mon. Speak. Thought you were my good girl?”

“Yes! F-Fuck Ren. I know, I know.” You breathed out shakily as a smile overtook Eren’s features, using his hand to squish your cheeks together and turn your head towards him, pecking your lips that were now poking out due to how he was holding your face.

“So pretty, all mine.” His voice was gruff as his fingers hit your sweet spot.

“‘M you– fuck! – Yours. All yours!” Your noises were broken, face still being held onto in Eren’s hold. Your hips bucked into Eren’s fingers with need as you felt your high approach quickly. But within seconds he withdrew his fingers, knees shaking, hands gripping into his shirt even tighter than before.

“Ren!” Your high faded away almost as quickly as it had approached, disappointment laced in your voice. He hums, enjoying how frustrated you are in that moment, his hand coming to hit your pussy a couple of times, drawing surprised yelps from you.

“Quiet, remember?”

“Mmph, I know, but– Fuck.” With a quiet sigh, you leaned into Eren’s touch as you begged for release. “Please. ‘M wanna cum, Ren. Please? Make me cum, for you.”

“Oh yeah?” He spoke against your lips, tongue licking across your lower one before biting down on the flesh gently as his slender fingers rubbed your clit as a way to soothe the ache of his slaps on your cunt. “Tell me first – Who do you belong to?”

You reply without missing a single beat. “You. Only you, Eren, promise.”

He gives you a soft smile, heart warming at the reassurance. “My pretty baby. Wanna eat you out… Wanna feel you on m’ tongue. Can I?” He whispered against your lips and dropped to his knees even before you had the chance to answer. Though he was already on his knees, he still waited for your response while looking up at you, emerald eyes shining due to the moonlight.

“Y–Oh god– Yes!” You stumbled to find the right words, the first syllable being enough for the male on his knees. He immediately lifts your leg by your thigh to look at your soaked centre. Due to how wet you were, the air around you seems colder, making you shiver, and feeling Eren’s hot breath against the inside of your thigh made your skin litter with goosebumps once again. “Pretty.” It was a quiet mumble to himself as he licked his lips, moving his head forward and wrapping his mouth around your clit.

Your head hits the brick wall behind you with a gentle thud, eyes rolling back into your skull at the almost instant relief, relishing in the way the tip of Eren’s tongue flicked around your sensitive nub.

“Mmpph– S-So good, Ren. Feels ‘s good.” You praised, fingers coming to undo the loose bun he supported. He moaned into your heat at the praise, ears heating up, the flattery going straight to his head. He rests your thigh over his shoulder, pulling back from your centre. A line of spit –or maybe your arousal, you weren’t sure – shimmered under the light of the moon, loosely connected to your boyfriend's mouth and your mound before Eren licked his lips.

He used his thumb and forefinger to spread your labia apart as he regained his breath, admiring your pussy before the fat of his tongue licked a stripe from your hole all the way to your clit. His hand gripped your thigh, holding it tightly as the other one held your waist against the wall to keep you still while he went back to eating you out happily.

The taste of your arousal on his tongue and the constant broken moans from you only urged him on to keep licking and sucking away, groaning when you pushed his face even deeper into your cunt, sloppy noises resonating in the air along with your sounds of pleasure.

It took very little time for your orgasm to roll around once again with the way Eren was eating you out – Like a man who had been starved for days, like you were his only source of food.

“G’nna cum… ‘m gonna cum Eren! Please.” Your voice was airy as you pleaded, and for a moment or two you really thought he would let you orgasm since he made no effort to pull back from your core.

But once again, it left as quick as it came around. A smirk played on Eren’s lips as he sat back on his knees and looked up at you. The bottom half of his face was wet and it made your heart flutter, he looked so pretty like that. “Wha’s wrong? You mad?”

“What does it look like?” You spoke through gritted teeth, holding your breath with frustration, fingers still hooked into his locks as you looked back down at him.

“Hmm, so cute. You look like a mad puppy.” And with a chuckle, he gives the flesh of your thighs a gentle nibble, leaving a small bite mark that will eventually form into a faint hickey within a few hours. “Hey– Do you trust me?” He asks suddenly, letting his tongue lick the newly formed bite mark.

“Of course baby– Why?” You asked through pants, the aftermath of your lost orgasm still reeling through your body and making your head a little fuzzy.

Eren stood up, dropping your thigh from his hold and pulled your body into his by your waist, immediately beginning to litter your neck in gentle kisses instead, then speaking. “Mmm, ‘cause. I’ve got an idea. Been on my mind for a while now.”

“And…? You asked quietly, head turning to the side to welcome his kisses even though you were slightly mad at him for ruining your high. Twice. “What is it, Ren?”

“Wanna eat you out–”

“Not out of the ordina–”

“Oi. Let me finish.” He hisses, covering your mouth with his hand and rolling his eyes, holding back a smile. “I wanna eat you out, but... As a Titan.”

You remained silent for a couple of seconds, and only when you had finally processed what he’d said did your eyes widen in shock. Eren didn’t even need to uncover your mouth to hear the noise that left you. He was quick to speak up, cheeks going red as he tried explaining himself.

“I know! I know! It’s… Strange but– Would you wanna try it? I can, well, I can only use my tongue but… Yeah… W-What do you say?”

There wasn’t really any way you could say no, the idea was rather attractive. With your thighs squeezed together, you hummed into his hand, words slightly mumbled but Eren heard them without fail.

“Yes. Please.”

You felt like you were on fire, nerves and excitement rushing through your body with every passing second. You weren’t really sure how people didn’t notice the flash of lightning in the sky as Eren transformed into his Titan state – Or maybe they did but decided to ignore it – You had no clue. But you were glad no one had come to check on what was happening. Especially when you were practically half naked.

You sat in the palm of Eren’s large hand on your knees, blinking at the giant figure in front of you. Your pants were already on the ground, the only items of clothing on you were your panties and your shirt. As Eren raised his hand closer towards his face, you stumbled a little. Immediately, he forms his hand into a sort of cup, keeping you in the middle and you steady yourself by holding onto one of his fingers.

“Well…” You weren’t really sure what to do, and honestly, neither did Eren. He simply stared back at your tiny figure perched on his hand, blinking every so often, not being able to talk to you in his Titan form. If anything, he was astounded by how tiny you were.

You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle at the awkwardness that surrounded the both of you. “Okay wait, ‘ve got an idea.” You spoke, sitting on your bottom instead of your knees, shuffling towards the corner of his palm.

“Gimme your finger.” If Eren was any further away from you, he wouldn’t have heard you. You were shy, voice quiet, barely above a whisper. With cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, you spread your legs apart to accommodate his large finger as he brought it closer to your body. You held the tip of it, bringing it closer to your body. You bit down on your lower lip as the very tip of his finger brushes against the inner part of your thighs, and as you angle yourself up to let your core rub against his finger, you let out a noise of satisfaction.

“Fuck…” You sighed. You continued to hump the tip of Eren’s finger, both hands flat as you kept yourself up, whimpering as your clit got more and more pleasure the harder you rolled your hips. Meanwhile, Eren was rendered speechless. You were fucking tiny on his palm and inside his Titan, Eren’s human form was supporting an erection because of how god damn beautiful you looked getting yourself off on his finger. He was throbbing at how tiny and beautiful you looked.

It was almost pathetic how dumbstruck Eren was at the sight in front of him, all he could do was stare while you got yourself off. “R-Ren–” You sighed, voice all whiny, and that caught Eren’s attention. “Close… Wanna cum. Let me cum this time, please?” Your eyes were open, though slightly lazy with pleasure and as the seconds passed you struggled to keep them open, getting closer to your orgasm that had been snatched away one too many times than you would have liked.

Even though he wasn’t able to give you a verbal answer, Eren nodded, and that’s all it took for you to let go. Toes curling, thighs closing shut, head tossed back as the fabric of your panties rubbed against your clit so perfectly that it had you cumming with a cry of your boyfriends name. Your legs kept shaking through your well deserved orgasm, head all dazed, satisfaction running through your veins.

A small grunt from the Titan in front of you reeled your thoughts back in, his finger moving your leg to the side and let the tip of his nose nudge against the fabric still on your lower body. You understood what he was trying to say, sliding off your panties down your thighs with shaky hands, letting them fall on the palm of his hand that was holding you up and you spread your legs back open with a blush on your cheeks.

Fuck… Eren swore inside his Titan form as his eyes dipped down to your core. You were so wet, cunt clenching around nothing over and over again, begging for more, and he was more than happy to give exactly that.

Carefully, gently, the very tip of his tongue made an experimental flick against your nub. It had you gasping, almost mewling as your back arched, fingers digging into his palm. The lick was almost too much for your body to handle – After being edged twice, your orgasm hit hard and you were so sensitive after it, but the ridges on Eren’s titan tongue brushed against your clit almost too perfectly and after the initial lick, you knew you weren’t going to last very long.

“”S good Ren… Keep goin’, please.” You pleaded, lifting your hips into the air to get more. Eren happily listens. He keeps his movements gentle, soft, but just the right amount of pressure to keep you begging and moaning under him. All Eren can do is grunt and groan deeply, the noise coming out throaty whenever you whimper out his name and praise him for making you feel so good.

It’s weird in a way, seeing you below him like that while his tongue flicks and licks away at your sloppy cunt, gives him a strange sense of warmth, all the jealousy building up inside him from before fading away with so much ease – He figures it’s because you trust him enough to let him use you like this, to let him play around with your body in his monstrous form without being afraid of him. Paired with the continuous words of praise like “feels s’ good, Ren” and “j-just like that– fuck!”, he can’t even remember why he was so jealous in the first place cause only he can make you cum that hard. Only he was able to make you a mess under him.

That fuels him to keep going, to keep lapping away at your cunt, using the very tip of his tongue to prod against your leaking hole before dipping it inside to see if it’d even fit, determined to make you cum once more.

“Eren!” Your voice was loud, shocked. The sudden intrusion of his tongue inside your cunt makes your brain even fuzzier than it was before. It was a strange feeling but fuck did it feel good. Even with just the tip of his tongue, it created a little bump in your stomach every time it pushed back in.

With a whimper, your body goes limp, falling back against his hand as you desperately rut your hips up into his tongue, letting it fuck you a little deeper every time. The sight was so lewd. Your hands kneading your tits over your bra, sloppy wet cunt with an even sloppier tongue fucking your tiny body, creating a bulge in your tummy with ease.

You opened your eyes, tears rolling down the corners of them as your hand grabbed at a finger of his Titan form for some kind of stability as both your mind and body went dumb. There was no doubt you were close, about to cum all over his tongue, and Eren could feel it.

The clenching of your walls around his tongue got harder, more consistent and with a silent cry, you came. Body almost folded in half as your hands had an impossibly tight grip on the tip of his finger, and after a couple of seconds you went limp again, leaning against the finger you were holding, panting as your body shook due to how strong your orgasm was.

It was silent as you gulped and tried to regain your breathing, his tongue retreating back into his mouth, wet and covered in spit and your juices. Eren’s nose nudged your thigh gently, urging you to open your eyes. You offered his figure a soft smile, leaning over and placing a gentle kiss to it which had the Titan grunting happily (at least that’s what it sounded like), and that’s when you knew, Eren’s jealousy had subsided.

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[from-the-clouds]

Kiss Me More (Part II) - Zemo/Reader

Masterlist || Part One

Summary: Part two, read part one if you haven’t already! Sam & Bucky put reader in charge of looking after Zemo....again. Series loosely inspired by this song.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: Kissing, heavy petting, mentions of sex, minor TFATWS spoilers.

A/N: Wow! I was so shocked on the feedback I got on the first part of this story. It has nearly 800 notes. I’m not used to my writing getting that kind of attention so I really appreciate the love. I decided to make this into at least a 3-4 part series and there will be eventual smut, but I feel like there’s something sweet between these two that goes beyond an obvious physical attraction, so I do want to build that a bit before we get there. This weekend I rewatched TFATWS & Civil War because I’m officially obsessed with Zemo lol. Please let me know what you think, and let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist. :) 

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“Keep an eye on him.”

Y/N watched Bucky and Sam split off again. That was now at least the third time she’d heard that phrase since she arrived in Riga. Little did they know, she was probably the worst person to be put in charge of Zemo. Truthfully, it was starting to be a little insulting.

It was unclear why she’d been brought along on this mission, when half the time Sam and Bucky were talking in hushed tones just out of her earshot. There was always more to the story than they told her, but this time, it felt like she was more out of the loop than ever.

She adjusted the neckline of the sweater she wore out of an abundance of caution, checking subconsciously to make sure it hadn’t exposed the mark Zemo had left on her from the day before. It was a discovery she’d made that morning, and persisted despite her efforts to cover it up with makeup.

“According to those two, I must be the best at babysitting you,” she muttered under her breath. It was petty, so she wasn’t even sure if she wanted him to hear. But he did.

“Babysitting?” Zemo lifted an eyebrow. 

“You know, a nanny, a governess….whatever a Baron’s equivalent is,” she said, looking him in the eye for the first time that day, which was a mistake. He looked so handsome in that long, fur-lined coat, tall and refined, hair styled perfectly. There had to be warrants out for his arrest since escaping prison, and in his current getup, he was hard to miss. 

It wasn’t easy to ignore the stifling tension between them. The Baron hadn’t left her thoughts since she’d closed the door on him the evening before. Now they were alone again. She couldn’t decide if that was thrilling or terrifying, so she decided on both.

“It’s nice of them to give us some alone time,” Zemo stepped close to her, one gloved hand pressing between her shoulder blades. Despite the cool temperature outside, it was the first thing today that had her shivering. 

“Walk with me,” he commanded sternly. She saw no opportunity to refuse as they started in the direction opposite of where Bucky and Sam had disappeared. 

“Zemo-”

“Helmut,” he corrected her. “But go on…”

“We have to focus on figuring out where Donya’s funeral will be,” she said, feeling his hand slide down to settle on the small of her back, trying to inch away, but he just pulled her closer. “We can’t waste time.”

“I know Riga inside and out, that won’t be as difficult as you and your friends think,” he murmured. His proximity was already suffocating. Or maybe comforting. It was hard to tell. “Tell me, what is your business with them? You aren’t an Avenger. This was my first time hearing your name.”

She snorted, finally finding the strength to pull away, and he dropped his hand. That was one thing that had confounded her. He was confident, took liberties with what others would allow, but knew when to stop pushing. There was something alluring to his nature. 

“I’m not,” she responded, wondering how much she was willing to share. When she stole a glance out of the corner of her eyes, his head was lowered, leaning in, listening intently for her response. She wondered if he really cared, or if he was good at pretending. It was easy to believe that he did.

“Bucky and I aren’t that different,” she continued. “That’s why we’re friends. I’m not a super soldier, but I was taught how to fight, how to kill. I followed orders for too long without questioning whether or not I was doing the right thing. And at least now, I think I am.”

“You think,” he repeated, and corrected her again like he had the day before. As much as she wanted some kind of clever or quick quip back, she wore her heart on her sleeve for the moment and shrugged. There was nothing to defend when she still wasn’t sure what responsibilities she had in this world. 

Zemo halted, and she paused too, turning back to look at him. “So you were an assassin,” he murmured, reaching out. Nodding slightly, she lowered her eyes when his gloved thumb brushed across her face. The buttery, overpowering smell of leather took her over as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I would’ve never guessed. Du bist so süß.”

Her knowledge of German was limited, but she could see a flash of what looked like affection in his eyes. He couldn’t be lying, could he? She wondered. She wanted to trust that he wasn’t, wanted to identify every good part of him she could, so she could justify the overwhelming attraction she felt towards him. Something in her just kept pulling forward against her will, like a magnet.

“You’d be surprised,” she answered, but didn’t pull away. The intensity of his gaze made her feel weak, but there was something strangely reassuring in his eyes. It was just the two of them, standing on a crowded sidewalk.

She rose her hand to clasp around his, frowning when she felt the hard loop of a ring on one of his gloved fingers. It had gone unnoticed by her, until now. He still wore a wedding band. 

It would have been easy to vocalize the observation, gauge his reaction, try to regain some upper hand and remind him who exactly he was dealing with. But, it would’ve been pointlessly cruel, as she knew what that felt like to answer that question. Those days were behind her, now. 

As if the universe was scolding her, a loud car horn broke through the perceived silence. His hand dropped from her face, and they began to walk again. 

“I had lots of time to think in prison,” he said after a heady pause in conversation. “About the things I’d done. Whatever intentions you have, to someone, you’re always the enemy. What I thought was important, trying to serve the greater good, it isn’t always worth the trouble. I was trying to protect what I had already lost, the places and people I’d taken for granted.”

Deciphering his words, she took a moment before responding. “That’s actually...very insightful,” she said, partly surprised by what he’d shared, appreciating that he felt her vulnerability, and matched it in his response.

“I know you’re stunned I’m not a brute,” he answered, increasing his pace to a determined strut rather than a lazy stroll. She was forced to keep up with him. “You’ve been told what to think about me by Sam and Bucky.”

She scoffed. “Not just them. The entire world. All the people you’ve hur-”

He halted and turned to face her so quickly, she collided with his chest and her breath caught in her throat. 

“I’m not that man anymore,” his voice was nearly a growl, disgust laced in his features as he looked down at her. 

But as soon as she recognized it, he became expressionless again, backing away. Falling back into step beside him, they continued to walk, a bit faster than they had been before. She followed him, at this point convinced that she might get lost without his guidance, but a little startled by his sudden change in behavior.

“What do you think of Riga?” he asked her as they cut through an alleyway. His voice held none of the venom that it had a few moments ago, so she wondered if she’d just hit a sore nerve.

“It’s beautiful,” she answered, admiring the old brick buildings and fine architecture. “But I think I haven’t had much of a chance to appreciate it.”

“Have you been thinking about me?”

They ducked under an alcove, and she realized he’d carefully led her off the crowded streets. It was much quieter here. She suddenly didn’t feel as protected as she had been with him in the open. The temperature in the shaded space was much lower than expected. And he was standing over her, waiting for some response she didn’t know if she could give. 

“I haven’t forgotten about last night, liebling,” he continued. 

Of course she had been thinking of him. Nearly nonstop. What they’d shared, what it meant. She hadn’t been able to sleep until she relieved herself, fingers rubbing her clit and delving into her warmth, whimpering his name when she finally came. Still, it had done little to quell the ache inside her. 

It was a horrible thing, she’d decided. Objectively horrible, and unprofessional. There was the consideration of accessibility. What did he see in her beyond a means to an end? Was she really going to throw everything she’d worked for away to a man who was going to use her to scratch an itch?

Too much was at stake, Sam and Bucky’s trust, her reputation, her job, and she couldn’t allow it to go on. 

But oh, how much she wanted it to. 

“Yesterday was nice,” she straightened up, holding her own. “I won’t lie to you.”

The corner of his mouth tugged up slightly in a self-satisfied smirk. 

“But I’m not foolish,” she continued. “Coming on to the first woman you see after you get out of jail? Seems pretty convenient.”

At first, the Baron tilted his head to the side, his brows pulled together at her words. But after a moment, the smile returned, and he chuckled. “Is that what you think this is about?”

“Don’t insult me, Helmut,” she said sternly, trying her best not to feel embarrassed. She was only being honest.

“Are you always so severe to yourself?” he asked, tutting lightly. 

It would have been better to say nothing. Why give him anything at all? 

She didn’t answer his question, just backed away from him and began walking in no particular direction, wanting only to increase the space between them and regain her common sense. That was impossible however, as she was jolted backwards before she even knew what was happening, a firm hand on her upper arm, and she was chest to chest with Zemo once more. 

“We were in Madripoor together. I could’ve had my way with many women there if I wanted. But I didn’t.”

“Please-” she rolled her eyes.

“If all I wanted to do was fuck someone, I could have done it by now,” he stalked forward, the air pressure around them dropping, weighed by the tension hanging thick between them. “But that’s not what I want. I want you.”

His words, spoken in a soft, low purr rattled away every bit of resolve she had left in her. Some last ditch effort found her stepping backwards, but her body met the brick wall behind them and she realized he had her cornered. 

In more ways than one, she thought.

Taking in a shaky breath, she looked up at his eyes, clouded with lust. “I know you want me,” he said, not a shred of doubt in his voice. But why should there have been? He was right. 

Her eyes darted around, like someone or something around them was going to jump out and save her from herself. It didn’t go unnoticed. “There’s no need to be scared, liebling. I feel it, too.”

With that, he closed the gap between their lips. He tasted sweet, like the candies he’d been eating back at his flat. Turkish delight. She was drowning in him again, his scent, his touch, everything about him enveloped and beguiled her. Her shirt had bunched up slightly somewhere along their walk and his gloved hands explored the exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

She surrendered, letting him tease open her mouth and claim her wholly. It was still bad, she knew. But there wasn’t any last bit of self-control left in her. 

The layers of clothing between them didn’t allow for the same proximity she’d had to him the evening before. Groaning in delight and frustration, she reached up to tangle and rake her fingers through his hair, as his fingers curled around the top of her sweater, revealing the sensitive skin of her neck. 

“Don’t hide this,” his lips left hers as his eyes focused on the stamp of affection he’d left behind the day before. “Let them see.”

“You know I can’t,” she responded, sheepishly pulling it back into place. Studying her with amiable consideration, his hand rose to brush tenderly across her cheekbone. 

“I thought you’d come to me last night,” she confessed, drawing away slightly, shocked by her own admission. But right now, she didn’t feel the need to put up as much of a facade. He looked positively virile; panting, his cheeks flushed and hair mussed, pupils blown out as he focused on her. To know she was the cause of his current state of disarray gave her an immense amount of satisfaction. A buried, salacious part of her wondered what else she could do to make him look even more unkempt.

“I considered it,” he said, sounding almost timid. “But I want to do this right.” He leaned in, pressed a kiss beneath her ear. “In private, so no one can disturb us,” he continued, lips moving down her neck. “We can take our time, you can be as loud as you’d like.”

The mental image he was currently painting for her was doing very little to strengthen her convictions, whatever those had been. The thought of her legs wrapped around his torso, naked bodies pressed together sent a bolt of electricity through the pit of her stomach, radiating outwards. She wanted his lips on every inch of her skin. Aching at the possibility, the present tease of his teeth nibbling on her collarbone wasn’t helping.

“You know we can’t,” she didn’t try to stop the thought as it came out of her mouth.

“What is there to lose?”

Everything, she thought, but didn’t answer. She couldn’t really, as his gloved hand was trailing slowly under her jacket and sweater, against her bare skin, and cupping her breast through her bra. Whimpering, she couldn’t control the way her body arched against his.

Hooking her knee on his hip, she let him press forward, feeling the warmth of his excitement through his trousers and her jeans. He ground against her once, teasingly, and she moaned softly into his mouth. 

He was the one to pull away, and she was thankful he did. “Think about it, liebling,” he said softly, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. “Du hast die Kontrolle.”

“We can’t,” she answered again, but even she didn’t believe herself. Raking her hands through her hair and adjusting her rumpled sweater, she straightened up. “We have a job to do.”

Brushing past him out of the alcove, each step she took away from him gave her the self control she desperately needed. She glanced over her shoulder to see him reluctantly trudging behind. At this point, she wasn’t foolish. There were only two ways this could end.

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Part III

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