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[drowning-in-cacophony]

stitches

For @flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt 225: I Can't Tell

[Summary: a man has a one-sided conversation] [cw: vague allusions/mentions of stitched lips]

��Well,” he says with a clearing of his throat, tipping his head back against the wall. “They did say there would be consequences, right?”

Curled on her knees next to him, she rests her temple against the wall too, letting out a sigh through her nose. There’s a piece of straw tickling her knee; the light that’s casting down through the grate is starting to gently rise, the moon giving way for a bright sun that’ll signify the sleep of the world outside. They should try for some rest of their own, after the night they’ve had; she already knows there’ll be no shut-eye.

“It’s definitely going to make everything harder, when we get out of here,” he adds on, maybe just to fill the air, because nothing he’s saying is new news. He throws her a side glance. “It’s not something you can mime, right? Or write down?”

She shakes her head. Almost grimaces, until she thinks better of moving her lips. He does grimace, wide and easy.

“Thought so.”

His skull thumps against the wall again, hard enough to jolt through hers. Shooting out a foot to deliver a sharp kick to his ankle is the form her vengeance takes; he grimaces again, show-off.

“Sorry.” A pause, as laden as a heavy cart. “Am I being selfish? I haven’t even asked you-”

She cuts off his words with a shake of her head, as sharp as the kick. His eyebrows tie and knot, lips pursing, and now she might be a little jealous of how many ways he can move his mouth compared to her.

“You don’t want to focus on it? I don’t blame you. Though you should be pissed at me, right? It’s my fault.”

She shrugs; no point in letting him off entirely easily. He’s right, it is his fault. His fault she’s here, his fault she’s the one with this consequence. They’ve both got burdens because of his actions, but at least his are more metaphysical than just physical.

She won’t reach up and touch them again, but she doesn’t need fingertips to remember what they feel like. The slender shimmering stitches.

His hand shifts in the hay dirt ground. Reaches for her knee, perhaps a touch clumsily. The rising light catches off the edge of his irises, burning the sincerity bright. “I am sorry. You weren’t meant to get caught up in all of this.”

I agreed to help, she’d say if could. She knew the risks of sneaking around, stealing into the Library where none are meant to step without permission. The stakes were high enough – are high enough – that he’d judged it acceptable to bring her here, that she’d thought it worth it to risk it. On one hand, it is. She knows what they need.

She just can’t tell him, and there’s no guarantee that when They decide to release him, They’ll let her go with him. They do like their tricksy edges to their games.

He sighs – through his mouth, bastard – then shakes his head. “We need a plan.”

She nods – he’s right about that. The only way to get somewhat on top here is to be one, two or even five steps ahead. A hard ask considering, but they’ll have all day to think on it. Moon’s first rise will bid the next move They’ll make.

“Do you think-” he cuts himself, but she catches the flicker of his eyes to her mouth. Wonders, for a moment, if they’re still all bloody. When They’d cast her into here to wait for him, she’d had a go at gently dabbing around what she could feel, until the inside edges of her sleeves had been stained a dark ichor. But then the stitches themselves attract attention on their own, if only for the thread used. Greatly cherished back home, stronger than even the most tightly woven thread, and it’d be perfect on a bow, or to secure a talisman so well it’d never get lost.

And now it’ll keep the secret she has behind her lips. All her secrets, forever, maybe. Unless they make a deal, find someone generous – she’s trying not to think about the likelihood of that.

Yet he is, clearly. Wondering if They’ll deal with what They wrought, after he or both of them are likely conscripted into a deal of Their own making, to benefit Them alone, something he’ll try using to his own advantage anyway. Or will They leave it on their shoulders to fix?

All things she, again, would prefer not to dwell on.

So she shrugs again, a little sharply over the tense sadness that’s buzzing under her skin. Nudges him with her foot, directing him back to the idea of planning. That’s what’s important here. The most pressing issue. The sooner they plan, the better prepared they’ll be to argue for both of them to go, and then that means maybe she can try other ways to divulge the secret they risked much for.

He looks for a moment longer. Sunlight cresting around the edges of his hair – and perhaps that’s it on top of everything else, for Their string does glow magnificently in sunlight, she’s heard. He’s always been a pragmatist, maybe a touch selfish too, because he’d asked her here and now he gets himself to push aside the consequence he helped wrought. Focuses back on why they came.

To help him.

[illyrianbitch]

OF OUR OWN DEVICES · · SERIES MASTERLIST

─────── · · STATUS: Completed 9/14/24

Pairing: Reader x Eris Vanserra

Summary: Desperate to reunite with Lucien since his exile to Spring, you find yourself paying an unexpected price to his older brother.

Eris Vanserra is everything you despise—arrogant, cruel, and far too clever for his own good. Yet, you find yourself catching flickers of something else—something unspoken, something almost tender. And the more time you spend with him, the harder it becomes to ignore.

Now, you’re forced to confront the rumors and realities surrounding the male everyone loves to hate. But the closer you get to the truth that he hides, the more you're forced to confront your own.

Overview: angst, best friends older brother, slight enemies to lovers, forced proximity trope in a way (aka forced bargain), canon typical violence, murder, political scheming, animal death, mentions of child/spouse abuse. eris & reader learning to trust each other, hea!! check the part warnings for specific triggers

Made as a mini-series for Eris Week 2024.

⟢﹒Part One ┃3.2k

Desperate to reunite with Lucien since his exile to Spring, you find yourself paying an unexpected price to his older brother.

⟢﹒Part Two ┃ 3.1k

Eris Vanserra carries a legacy of cruelty, a reputation forged in whispers and fear. But something doesn't quite fit anymore. You’re beginning to think that the male doesn't truly match the legend he's left behind.

⟢﹒Part Three ┃2.3k

Despite wishing he weren’t, Eris Vanserra is a creature of habit. A mask is easier to put on, easier to wear than to remove. When you confront him about a recent deception, you’re faced with that reality first hand.

⟢﹒Part Four ┃3.5k

The Autumn Equinox Ball is a tradition of royalty, an event to symbolize the growth, prosperity, and power of the court. This year, Eris has set his sights on having you at his side.

⟢﹒Part Five ┃5.1k

Since the moment he first tasted hatred, Eris Vanserra has harbored one relentless goal: to rid the world of his father. Now, the time has come to wage the war he's been preparing for his entire life—the war against his own blood.

⟢﹒Part Six ┃4.6k

Severely wounded after the fall of his father, Eris slips into a deep sleep, only to wake in an alternate world—one where he was the kind brother, the male who made all the 'right' choices.

⟢﹒Part Seven┃3.3k

Eris wakes up as the newly crowned High Lord with a multitude of responsibilities ahead. Yet, there is one essential matter he must resolve before he can truly claim his throne.

─── · · COMPLETED WORD COUNT: 21, 902

[justmeinadaze]

Sexy (Eddie X Plus Size Reader)

Someone sent me a message with a personal ask about a plus size reader who's a bit insecure about her body with a praise kink with Eddie so I bare you this. Remember, you are beautiful inside and out <3.

Warnings: Mentions of insecurities with being a plus size girlie; Eddie is comforting as always <3

Word Count: 902

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”, Eddie exhales as he licks his lips and his palms squeeze into your meaty hips as you roll them against him, pushing his cock deeper inside of you. “B-Bounce, sweetheart. I want to see you dripping all over my dick.”

At his words, your rhythm gradually came to a stop causing his eyes to snap open as he pushed up onto his elbows. 

“What…what’s wrong, babe? Everything…ok?”

“Yeah, um, can we…can you be on top?”

Blinking up at you, your boyfriend suddenly noticed that your eyes weren’t filled with lust anymore but pain. 

“Yeah, baby, sure. Does it hurt? Do we need to take a break or—”

Your lips cut off him off as you cup his face in your hands. You had been dating Eddie Munson for a few months and you loved everything about him. While in school he liked to come off as “mean and scary” but with his friends or alone with you, he had the sweetest heart you had ever seen. 

While the other kids made you insecure, he made you feel beautiful. The first time you were intimate with him, he took control which is honestly the way you preferred it and he never seemed inconvenienced by your body in any way. 

It always lingered in your mind through. 

When he would rest his head on your chest and wasn’t able to wrap his arms all the way around your stomach like you could with him. When his lips would travel along your flab you wished you could have abs like he did. When people would snicker as he held your hand, a part of you felt like it was your fault and you should let him go to be with someone who visually was more appealing. 

But you loved him so much…

Which is why when he flipped you both over till you were on top of him you didn’t protest. You wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel but you struggled to get out of your head to enjoy it yourself. 

“No, Eddie. I just…”

Wrapping his arms around you to hold you in place, he shifts his body till he was sitting up and leaning against the headboard so he could give you his full attention. 

“Talk to me, princess. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I just…I feel like…when I’m on top or I bounce…I look gross.”

The metalhead’s eyes widened as if you had said the most shocking thing he had ever heard.

“But you don’t. You’re extremely gorgeous, Y/N.”

“Pfft, thanks.”, you giggle. “But from this angle you can see my double chins and then my stomach and boobs are like…jiggling and I just…”

“You say these things like they’re bad.” 

Eddie smiles when your eyes playfully narrow but when you extend your arm to lightly punch his chest he grabs your wrist and pulls you forward till your nose is hovering just above his. 

“Seriously though. Y/N, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in my entire life. The first time I saw you I thought one of my campaign princesses came to life. These things here?” He pauses as he gently pinches your thighs, tummy, and cheeks. “They make you, you.”

Eddie smirks when your forehead falls on his and your arms circle around his shoulders. 

“You like that, baby? You like it when I compliment you?”, he murmurs against your lips as your hips start to roll against him again. “Because it true. I never say anything I don’t mean. Fuck, my good girl.”

“Eddie.”

“Does my beautiful girl like to be praised? Of course she does. Focus on me, sweetheart. L-Let me focus on your body and how sexy it is when you ride my dick.”

Placing your hands below his ears, you cling to him as you begin to utilize your knees to bounce up and down on his lap, mewling as his thick cock stretched and hit every button inside of you. 

“That’s my good girl. Shit, just like that. Your little pussy takes me s-so well.”

“Fuck, Eddie.”

“That’s…that’s it, pretty girl. I love the way my name sounds coming out of those…sexy lips. I love that your mine.”

“Oh my god. Say it again.”

Your boyfriend breathily laughs as his palms roam your skin. 

“Your beautiful face, these perfect tits, your tummy, t-these eatable thighs, and this gorgeous ass…”, he recites as he smacks your behind. “…are mine. You are mine, Y/N.”

Feeling your body begin to tremble, he immediately cups your cheeks in his hands. 

“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to look at me as you cum.”

“Fuck.”

Rolling your waist, your gaze never leaves his as you cling to one of his wrists and your jaw falls open as you come undone. 

“Good, good girl. That’s my girl.”, Eddie chants as his grip on you tightens and spills into the condom. “Fuck, that was amazing. I love you, sweetheart.”

You smile weakly as you fall against his chest and he gently pets your head, playing with your hair. 

“I love you, baby. I’m sorry for being…me.”

“Hey, you never have to apologize for that. It wasn’t just a heat of the moment thing, Y/N. I meant what I said. I love you and your body. You and this sexy ass are safe with me.”

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Eddie Asks/ Donate to Me

[simplyraeblue]

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please stop (but actually don't) (kirishima x reader)

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP !femreader when your boyfriend kirishima is obsessed with seeing you overstimulated bc he has a pleasing kink (man LOVES to see you crashed out) WARNINGS: swearing, NSFW, sexually explicit content, oral (f receiving) smut, y'know the usual •◡ ◠ word count: 902 A/N: since my bakugo x reader has been doing well... here's another dose ya fiends! It is shorter, but don't worry, there's more MHA smut to come ;) Also, I'm still very new to writing smut so bear with me, and feel free to offer suggestions!

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you weren’t sure what day it was, how late it had gotten into the night, or even what your name was at this point. How many orgasms have you had? You had lost count after the third one, tears welling in your eyes at the overstimulation.  

“K-Kiri, I can’t.” you whined, tugging on the red head of hair that sat between your legs. As if he wanted to torture you, Kirishima licked one last stripe up your swollen clit before looking up at you. 

“c’mon baby, just one more for me.” he gave you his best puppy dog eyes, knowing you’d fall for it. It wasn’t that you didn’t feel amazing, it was that the man never let up until you were crying from overstimulation and unable to respond to words.  

Kirishima loved pleasing you, it was his favorite thing even above fucking you. He even called it ‘making love’, although your sex didn’t resemble those words with the way he drilled himself into you endlessly until you were a puddle of mush under his touch. But with his focus on pleasuring you, he could do it over and over without losing his own stamina, and he loved seeing you crashed out from orgasms.  

And the sight of your face, as you came down from your release, was his own form of heaven.  

“’n can’t” your voice came out as a whimper. Kirishima merely hummed into your thigh as he placed a soft kiss on your skin. “Baby it’s too much.” 

“please, my love?” he asked, and before you could answer he kissed your clit, making you moan in response. As you struggled to catch your breath, he placed more kisses all over, soon replacing his lips with his tongue. “wanna make you feel good, please just let me make you feel good.” 

You couldn’t say no, at this point, you couldn’t say much of anything between the moans Kirishima was now dragging out of you with every gentle caress of his tongue between your folds. When you felt two of his fingers enter you, you gripped his soft hair tighter, allowing your hips to grind his tongue in response.  

“don’t stop, p-please don’t stop,” you begged him, feeling him chuckle against you. The overstimulation was making you see stars, drool pooling in your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Kirishima gave you head like your juices were the only thing that could hydrate him. He was relentless, and even after he was drawing you towards another orgasm you realized it wouldn’t end with this one.  

“I won’t stop baby, don’t worry,” Kirishima responded, increasing the pace of his fingers working inside of you. You felt him hit the soft spot that he loved so much, curling his fingers to keep striking it over and over.  

That knot was already beginning to form in the lower region of your abdomen, tightening easily after already being prepped. Had it ever really been released? Kirishima continued to fuck you with his fingers, his mouth sucking and licking at your clit sending electricity straight to your brain. Your body reacted with your back arching, drool now seeping from your open mouth as you moaned his name. 

“Kiri, please I’m gonna.... nn gonna cum again.” you were surprised your fucked out brain could even form the words, but he already knew it was close by the way your walls tightened around his fingers.  

He wanted to taste you again, he would beg and plead for it if he had to. “be a good girl and cum on my face. Now.” Kirishima took your clit into his mouth again after speaking, sucking it between his lips and giving it a light nibble as he curled his fingers faster inside of you.  

The knot inside of you snapped, and your body spasmed as your released crashed over you. With your ears ringing and Kirishima’s name on your lips, you felt yourself gush on his fingers; all the while he lapped up every bit of your juices. You grinded into his tongue and fingers for what felt like minutes, allowing yourself to give into every muscle spasm. 

When he finally felt like he’d succeeded, Kirishima released your clit from his mouth and began placing kisses and nibbles to your inner thighs (right next to the numerous hickies he’d already left there). “mmm taste so good, my love.” he hummed as he pulled himself up to cup your cheek in his hand, kissing your lips tenderly. “that’s my beautiful girl, all crashed out for me just from my mouth.” 

“n-no more, Kiri I can’t take another one.” you murmured between deep breaths, and you wiped his face to clear your slick from it before kissing him again.  

“you’ve already made such a mess for me.” he was right, your juices had squirted all over the bed (or at least what his mouth missed). “why stop now, we already have to clean up.” 

“nnn Kiri...” you whined, before you suddenly felt his cock teasing your entrance. You looked up at Kirishima with wide eyes, finding his blown-out pupils and smirking lips.  

“are you sure you don’t want me to pull another orgasm out of you?” 

You couldn’t say no to that, and now, a full hour later, you found yourself being carried to the bathtub by Kirishima, completely spent from even more orgasms.  

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[farfromstrange]

Fictober Day 18: Mirror Sex

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Mirror Sex (✨)

Summary: Matt decided to move a mirror before your bed.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), mirror sex, slight dom!Matt, dirty talk, use of "good girl"

Word Count: 902

Read Me On AO3! (Coming soon)

He turned the floor-length mirror you brought into the relationship toward the bed. You didn’t think much of it, at first—you were too focused on his head between your legs, lapping at your pussy like a man starved, to pay much mind to the inanimate object—until he told you, “Turn around. On your stomach, now.”

That is how you got here, ass in the air and staring at your reflection in the mirror as Matt thrusts his thick cock into your cunt from behind. 

“Look at you,” he grunts, pushing his hips into yours. “Tell me what you see.”

He can hear it. He can hear how fast you’re breathing, those moans that get stuck in your throat when you are overwhelmed, and he can feel how tightly your walls are clutching him. Matt can feel you all around him, but he can’t see you. He can’t see your eyes rolled back into your head, can’t see the way your back is arching, or how your skin glistens in the purple light of the Billboard streaming in from outside. He can’t see how fucking lewd you look, and you have hardly seen it yourself. 

He wants you to experience this in a way close to what he is experiencing every time he fucks you. Every time he gives you pleasure or takes it in return. He wants you to see what he is doing to you, and paint him a picture his brain will never forget. 

The room is filled with the obscene slapping of skin against skin, wetness trickling down his cock and onto his thighs, as he takes you hard enough for your pussy to remember him for days to come. 

You won’t be able to walk when he is done with you.

He curls his fingers around your neck and hoists you up. “Eyes up,” he commands. “Focus.”

You cry out. The sight of you is entirely too much. 

“Tell me what you see. C’mon.”

You can see his hand around your throat, his index finger resting against your lips as you choke out pieces of a sentence. 

Your breasts jolting every time he thrusts into you. 

Your back arched.

His cock disappearing in your wet cunt.

Your swollen clit. 

Hickeys on every inch of skin he could find before. 

And you can see him. You can see his brows furrowed, lips parted and abs straining. His thick thighs are broad enough for you to catch them behind yours, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting, barely pulling out before he slides back into you. 

You can barely breathe, barely even talk. When you go silent though, he squeezes his fingers against your pulsepoint, and he commands you to tell him again. To tell him what you see. 

It is like watching porn, almost. You watch yourself get taken apart by him, and it pushes you closer to the edge. It curls the beginnings of an orgasm in the pit of your belly, so intense that you can’t help but cry for mercy. 

Matt hoists you up even higher, chest against your back. His heart is hammering to the beat of yours. 

“See that?” He cups your pussy. “See how fucking wet you are, sweetheart? Hm?” 

He has never looked hotter, you think. Eager fingers rub at your clit, and you watch as he brushes against his own cock. It makes him hiss. It makes him twitch, buried deep in your velvety walls. 

God, you won’t last like this.

His fingers speed up. “I want you to see what you look like when you come,” he says. “I want you to watch. Watch you come all over my cock. Watch me fill you up. Watch…”

You clench around him, eyes threatening to close. He takes your breath away with a simple flick of his fingers, and you have no choice but to watch as your orgasm washes over you.

What strikes you most though is what he looks like when he comes from this angle, spilling deep inside you. You feel him, and you can see him, and you come the hardest you have in your entire life. 

For a moment, you black out. You can’t see or feel anything other than his cum leaking out of you. You can’t breathe under his hand, but oxygen seems useless anyway. You’re not alive, you’re not existing, you’re just there. You’re there and nowhere, floating in a bubble between space and time as you so often do, but it takes an eternity for the wave to subside. It continues to crash and drown you, and it almost kills you. 

Matt barely catches your fragile body as you collapse in on yourself. 

“Shhh,” he coos, lowering the two of you back down on the bed.

He is fragile—overly sensitive and overstimulated, too—but in this moment, you are all that matters to him. 

“You so well,” he tells you. “Take a deep breath.”

You inhale, following the steady rise and fall of his chest to come back to reality. 

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you.”

When you look in the mirror this time, you find yourself safe and sound wrapped in his arms, and everything falls back in place.

“That was…” you trail off. 

Again, Matt shushes you. He squeezes your hand. Three times. I love you. 

You squeeze back. Four times. I love you too.

You might keep the mirror where it is, after all. 

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[thestarlitmidnight]

✨ Rewrite the Stars ✨

Summary: Being mated to Feyre doesn’t stop Rhysand to seek comfort from his former lover Y/N. One more night, that became their mantra. Fandom: ACOTAr Pairing: Rhysand X Y/N Warnings: Mention of explicit content, be aware of that and consider being 15+ before reading this. Word Count: 3 902 Previous Chapter Master List

Chapter 3

The autumn sun was low and hidden behind a heavy cloud. The air was getting colder. 

Perfect weather for outside training. One does not need to sweat their ass out in leathers while the sun is frying you. When it's chilly outside, the fighting leathers are perfect, keeping you warm enough without the need to sweat and smell. 

Right now, I was fighting with Az, testing our sword skills. 

With Az, it was always so easy to train. He was focused on the training and did not talk a hole into your head. Not like Cass or others, who loved to add to the sound of colliding steel their comment and small talk. 

Truth be told, with sword fight, it was impossible to beat Az, he was way too strong, quick and skilled. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, or even daggers, he gets his ass kicked, but not with swords. 

Another reason why I wanted to test my sword skills with him. I need to put my whole focus into the fight to have even a chance to keep up with him. This way my mind does not have any spare time to be bombarded with unwanted thoughts. 

And there were a lot of them. 

But Azriel decided to break the code today, out of all of the days, and he spoke up. 

"Y/n, I am worried," his hazel eyes were glued on my face, but he did place an attack on my right side. 

"About?" I gritted through my teeth and quickly blocked the attack with the sword, my wing needed to flex a little into the other side, to keep my balance.

"You," he effortlessly blocked my own attack on his thigh. 

I simply rolled my eyes at him and did not reply. My sword started to place attack after attack, trying to break through his defences.

"I know what is happening," he simply said in a low tone, still watching me with these cryptic eyes. 

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I swirled on the other side of him and tried to place a hit on his left side, but he blocked it once again. 

He and his shadows. They always cheat, I am sure of it.

"Y/n, don't play dumb, it doesn't suit you," his eyebrows crushed together with distaste. 

I did not reply, waiting for him to elaborate on what he indeed knew about. It can be quite a lot of things, and I prayed he would come up with anything else than the truly concerning thing. 

"Tell me, why do my shadows report to me that they spotted Rhysand visiting your house?" He went directly to the point, and I growled as my hands started to shake from the effort to block his now stronger attacks. 

"He is my friend; he comes to chat," I lied skillfully, swirling away from him to create a little space between us so I could catch my breath. 

"Liar," he said with an even voice, allowing me to get a little break. "Do you guys chat before or after he has you bend over the desk in his study?"

My eyes shot up to him, now full of warning. Those fucking shadows of his. 

"You are poking your shadows into things that are not your concern," I replied with a stern voice, dismissing any possibility to dive into this topic deeper with him. 

"He is mated, Y/n; this is not going to end well for anyone involved," his face was covered in concern, no distaste or judgment, no, Az would never judge me or Rhys; he was just worried. 

And that made me furious. I crossed the space between us and started to dance with our sword clinging once again.

"Do you think, Az, that I am not aware of  that?" I growled at him and went with way more force into the attacks than before. "I would love to see you act differently in my shoes." 

Azriel, without as much a breaking sweat, knocked the sword from my hands and had me pinned down, his own sword on my neck.

"I would not act differently, but it is not fair to you," he informed me with his eyes glued on mine and his sword still on my neck. "I want you to know that if things get out of hand and you need someone to talk to, I am here for you; you are my little sister, Y/n, you are not alone."

My eyes started to water at his words, and when he helped me back up on my feet, I wrapped my hands around his neck and hugged him, thankful for him. At least one brother still considered me as his sister. Cass was way too invested in his mating bond to still have space for me in his life, but Az was always there for me. When shit hit the fan, he was by my side through the hardest times as much as he was through the best. Just like Rhys and Amren. 

"Angel, tell me, why did you start to take your little experiment alongside you to train?" Rhys walked into the rooftop, in his arms my misplaced cat. 

"Patchy! What are you doing here, baby?" I let go of Az, but not before I placed a thankful kiss on his cheek and went to snatch the creature out of Rhysand's hands. 

"For the love of the Mother, what is this?" Azriel walked closer to us, his eyes taking in the ugly cat. 

"Cat maybe? Or something that wandered into Velaris down from the mountains. I am still trying to figure that out," I scratched the head of Patchy. "How did you get here, Patchy? "

"You did not take it up here with you?" Rhys raised his eyebrows, eying the cat with curiosity. 

"No, and before you come up with some wildly ridiculous theory, she probably just hide in my training bag," I gave Rhys a pointed look, stopping any wild theories about my cat being able to winnow or something equally stupid. 

"It looks all weird," Az poked the bigger ear of the cat with his finger.

"I know, but it gives her a charisma," I laughed at the stunned expression of the shadowsinger; it takes a lot to surprise someone like him. 

"It is a mentally unstable thing, which loves to interrupt when it should not," Rhys grumbled, eying the cat like his enemy. 

That made me laugh. Patchy indeed had a terrible habit of interrupting us during sex. She would come and go after Rhys' feet, or straight out jump into the bed and slap him across his face. There was an occurrence where Rhys was fucking me over the counter in my kitchen just before the diner, and Patchy, with all the limping, managed to climb up to the shelves and push a glass bowl down on his head. 

Safe to say, that Patchy developed a way to make Rhys mighty fate her.

I looked up at Rhys, then at Az, back to Rhys, raising my eyebrows up. This was a kind of comment that I did not expect to hear from Rhys in front of a member of our family. 

"Az came to me first," Rhys sighed, brushing his hand over his jaw, where I just noticed a bruise that was fading quickly. 

Illyrian males and their inability to talk things out without using their fists. 

"Was it necessary to beat him, Az?" I raised my hand and tilted Rhys' head to the side, taking a better look at his jaw. "You know his pretty face is what I like about him the most." 

"Y/n, angel, that is a lie," Rhys charmed a cheeky smile, and he greatly enjoyed my fingers brushing across his jaw. 

Az just shook his head and laughed. "I forgot how annoying you two can be."

"Don't pretend that you did not miss it," I called after Az, who walked to the weapon rag, placing the sword back into its place and letting Rhys take me into his arms. 

"I did not say that," Az looked over his shoulder, giving both of us a warm, pleased smile. 

"Does anyone else know or suspect, or is it only you?" I asked Az, while tilting my head to the side because Rhys decided to sneak a few kisses on my neck. 

"Amren knows," Rhys replied before Az could open his mouth, his lisp brushed over my neck as he spoke. 

That did not surprise me. I knew that Amren at least suspected something. 

"Others have no clue," Az added, resting against the wall, his hands came to rest over his chest. 

"And it will remain this way till it is handled," Rhys placed a quick kiss on top of my wing and took Patchy from my hands, who shortly after disappeared into thin air. "She is waiting for you back at home; we have things to tend to."

"Rhys! She will be moody! That cat hates winnowing!" I scolded him and stepped on his feet, pissed that I would need to deal with a broody cat once I was back home. 

"That cat is not that often present; if you will be lucky, she will be broody on one of her endless adventures and come back home only hungry," Rhys dismissed my scolding and winked, leading me to the kitchen with his hand around my waist, that had tendencies to fall way too low to be considered polite. 

That was true. Patchy loved to explore. She spent more time out than indoors. No matter how misplaced and strangely shaped she was, that weird cat was exploring the world all the time. 

"I need you and Az to look into something; there are whispers that someone is wielding unknown magic in the Autumn Court," Rhys let go of me and went to sit behind the high table.

"Perfect," I sighed and looked at Az with poorly hidden despair. 

I hated the residents of Autumn Court. They were pompous, arrogant idiots with a god complex, always thinking they were better than others. 

What was worse, they rarely lent a helping hand, which meant whoever was cursed to tend to a mission there was always on their own accord, with no outside help. 

Az had trouble keeping his spy network there, and it is no secret that most of the expenses on the spies were pouring into the pockets of poorly willing people in the Autumn Court, who provided us back with half-truths, twisted information, and unreliable intel. But still, it's better than nothing. 

The only person in the whole damn Autumn Court who cared enough to provide us with useful intel was Eris, who might be an ass, but he had his highlight moments sometimes. 

In fact, I have seen Rhys in him sometimes. They both had similar qualities. Few differences were there, for example, that Eris did not have a good circle of his trusted friends and family. He was alone in a pretty tight system his father set, and he needed to orient through it all without any backup or outside help. 

Feyre walked into the kitchen then, looking over the three of us with something unreadable in her eyes. She carried herself with tension in her shoulders and a way too straight spine. Then her eyes ended on Rhysand, and she went right to him, placing a kiss on his lips. 

I fought a need to roll my eyes and chose to look at Az, who provided the two with privacy as well, looking back at me with those knowing eyes. I turned my back to them and crunched my nose at Az, making a face to shake the irritation out of my system. 

"What are you three doing?" Feyre asked with a way too light voice. 

I did turn only when Az made an effort to discreetly nod for me to turn around, and with a suppressed sigh, I did.

That viper was sitting way too close to Rhys for my liking. A mighty furry raised in my chest at the sight of his arm resting on his thigh.

What did not help me at all was the fact that his hand was wrapped around her shoulder, holding her close to himself. The same fucking way he held me a little ago. 

I felt sick. 

It took all of my self-control to not walk to that damn thief and not throw her off the cliff. It would do nothing. She can summon wings. I kept reminding myself of this fact. It would only piss everyone off and make this whole situation a lot worse and complicated. 

"Az and Y/n will need to go into the Autumn Court. There are whispers about an unknown magic being wielded there, and we need to investigate," Rhys replied, his voice even. 

I fought the urge to have my eyes glued to his hand resting around her shoulders. To stop myself from willing it not to move. To not caress her skin.

"Eris will be happy to see Y/n," Az said, his shadows moving around him in calm manners. 

I raised my eyebrow at him, a smug smirk landing immediately on my lips. I knew where he was going with this and I loved every fucking second of that. 

"He will, won't he? Last time we saw each other, he was promising me the title of the Lady of the Autumn Court," I mused back to him, purposely ignoring the burning stare from our High Lord. 

A little fact about Eris. He loved fierce, independent females. Those, he knew he couldn't  have. It was like a hunt for him. A challenge that he very gladly accepted and bathed in the thrill of it. He loved hunting, his favourite pastime, so it should not come as a surprise to anyone that he enjoyed hunting his females as well.

"I will bet ten golden marks that he will bring another priceless gift; my guesses are on another dagger," Az noted to me, looking all innocent as he did so. 

I always knew that Az would have my back. He must have seen how off track the sight of Rhys and Feyre set me, so he found effortlessly a way to turn this into torture of Rhys instead of me. 

"Make it twenty and that he will straight out propose to her at least once," Cassian walked into the kitchen as well. 

He came back from Illyria, where he was training with his soldiers, and he looked like that. Sweaty and with messy hair, which stuck out of his bun. 

"Not the proposal, please; it was enough the last time!" I rolled my eyes and smiled at Cassian. 

"Did I miss something? Since when does Eris fancy Y/n?" Feyre looked between us, her face confused, while her damn fingers darted to Rhys' hair with her eyes ending on me while she brushed them. 

"Let me guess..." Cassian made a thinking face. "Az, care to help me? You remember the dates better."

"Since the day she kicked his ass on one of the meetings, I would say at least a hundred years," Az replied right away, a light smile crossing his lips. 

"You did what?" Feyre's eyes went wider.

I only raised my eyebrows at her, but did not reply; if I did, only cursed words would fall from my lips at her direction. 

"He was ass, talking shit about Rhys, it was only natural she kicked his ass, Rhys would get into trouble for doing that, but nobody would dare to talk shit about Y/n for defending her-," Cass waved with his hand, walking to the sink to pour himself some water. 

"Cass, did you forget that it was you, who did not hesitated to push me away and finish him yourself?" I smoothly interrupted him, he and his big mouth can sometimes get tricky to control. 

"And you are surprised? Nobody will talk like this about my brother and little sister," he gave me a duh face, completely unaware that he was speaking about things that are not to be spoken of in front of the little viper. 

"What did he said about them?" Feyre was now looking between me and Rhys with curiosity. 

"Nothing that is your concern," Rhys replied to her, his voice firmer. "I was not aware that it was necessary to meet with Eris at the mission you will have."

Rhys looked tense. His jaw was tightly set and those violet eyes of his were holding frustration that was contained only be the sheer will of his. 

"It is certainly necessary. Eris is the only one who has the best intel, if someone is wielding strange magic in his court, he will know it," I said with a light smirk on my lips. "And it will be  nice to see him again. Do you think Az, that he practiced those dagger skills?" 

"He? Yeah, for sure, he is probably eager to show them off to you," Az smiled fully in return, his eyes shining now with mischief. 

"Will you reward him if he did?" Cassian chimed, wiggling his eyebrows. "I always knew you were made for greatness,Y/n, now that the air is clear for him, who knows, maybe you will indeed become Lady of the Autumn." 

That made me chuckle. 

It was a solid possibility to take and get out of here. My social standing will only benefit and I will get rid of the sight of Feyre clinging to Rhys at any opportunity she gets. 

"We will see how things play out," I replied with light voice, my eyes finding the violet gaze. 

He got the message. I am sure of it. And I am sure as hell that there will be a nasty fight over this. 

"Y/n, Autumn, really? Come one, you yourself know how stupid of idea that would be," Rhys cannot hold this remark to himself and it stirred satisfaction in me, soothed the painful ache in my chest a little. 

"Why would it be? If Y/n thinks it will make her happy, she has a free will to decide and do not need to ask for permission from you all," Feyre proclaimed eagerly, surprising me with this. 

Is she by any means eager to get rid of me? 

"Feyre darling, Y/n hates Autumn, it would be concerning if she would ever choose to permanently reside there, especially with someone like Eris, who doesn't have the slightest idea about how to handle someone like our angel," Rhys' voice was clipped, tightly controlled as he spoke, his eyes now glued permanently on me, ignoring his precious mate wholly. 

A thing Feyre noticed and did not liked at all, judging by the shift of her body language. She moved her fingers from his hair down to his neck, stroking the sensitive skin there, hoping to get his attention back. 

"Maybe, but did you forget that it is not only Eris, who decided to court our little sister?" Cassian send Rhys a cheeky grin, his chest puffing with pride. 

It was kind of endearing. Cass truly thought that me and Rhys split up and it was done. That I accepted the fact he is mated and he probably believed that I will start moving on with my life as well. He was willing to see me go and settle anywhere as long as I will be happy. 

"He is not?" Feyre's eyes once again widen and her voice was coloured by poorly controlled irritation mixed with hope. 

"Y/n is a hot stuff you know. Last time I spoke with Helion, he was dreaming out loud about finally having opportunity to court her," Cassian's eyes practically shined with excitement. "In my opinion, Helion is better choice than Eris, but who is also in game is Tarquin, but considering how much you hate the sun, he will have little to none chance to get you reside in his shiny palace."

I cannot help and laugh a little. 

It was ridiculous. Truly. Once the news that I am no longer with Rhys got out, they all loose it. Males can be sometimes truly precious. 

"If they all are so interested in her, why they did not courted her already?" Feyre demanded, her face coloured with strange emotions, ones I cannot put together what they meant. 

What? Was she pissed that she is not the one, who is seek out by them? Is she jealous that she is not the one, who stirs this kind of desire from those powerful males? 

A little reality check for her I guess. It will serve her well.

"Very obviously because Rhysie would cut theirs dicks if they did?" Cass shoot back, without any hesitation, leaving us no opportunity to stop him from finishing this dman sentence. 

"And why would he care?" She straightened her spine and she looked at Cassian with demanding look. 

"Are you kidding me? Why would he care? Feyre, he -" Cassian opened that big mouth of his once again, but Rhys stopped him.

"We are getting away from the point of this conversation," Rhys snapped, his voice tight. "Azriel and Y/n are going to Autumn today, I will see you both before you go, we need to clear some things up." 

When he said meet you both, his eyes were glued on me. It was clear message that he will have things to discuss with me. 

Cauldron, I do not have any desire to argue with him before I will be leaving for a mission. It always brought bad amens with it. 

"Well, I don't think any heads up are needed, we can get going right away, right Az?" I turned to look at the shadowsinger, my back turning once again to the pair sitting way too close together. 

I cannot have a fight with him before the mission. There will be no time to make it alright again and I know that once I am away, he will be spending time with Feyre. It would keep eating me alive. The whole damn time when I am supposed to focus, he will be all I could think about and that means trouble. 

Distraction during mission equal problems. Always. 

I would see them together, just like in my nightmares, where he holds her so close to himself, the way he used to hold me. He would whisper sweet words into her ear, while tracing his hands across her body, making her giggle. He would promise her a future, that once was supposed to be ours. He would tell her about his dreams to have family of his own. How he dreamed for centuries about starting a family with his girl after the world will calm down a bit. 

No. I cannot do this and so I gave Azriel a pleading look, hoping he will once again back me up. 

"Of course, we will report once we know something," Az replied right away, walking towards me, gently taking my elbow into his arms. "Do not worry, I will make sure Eris does not misbehave way too much." 

With that, he let his shadows swipe us away from the kitchen. It was a good thing that his little secret of being about to trespass the wards set upon the House of Winds, blew up a few months ago. It allowed him to simply take us away without leaving any space for more pointless chatting and arguing from Rhys.

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[lowkeyrobin]

JAMES HOOK ; perfect revenge

summary ; after also turning into a weird flamingo hybrid with uliana, hook tries to conjure up a plan for revenge for you. and ulianna

warnings ; language, bullying

disclaimers ; reader is a siren (on land)

requested by ; @stargener

word count ; 902

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Uliana cackles, using her tentacle to hand you two flamingo feathers.

"That's too many!" Bridget exclaims

Uliana glares at her. "Does it look like I care?"

You swallow your feathers, giggling back at your friends.

"You're just jealous," She rolls her eyes, following your actions. "Of my beauty."

"You'll regret that," Bridget mumbles.

You and Uliana giggle and cackle, you leaning over her shoulder to look in her portable mirror. You smile, tilting your head as you watch your hair glow a bright pink.

Uliana jumps back, coughing up feathers with a worried, scared look. Her hair also glows pink, the color spreading from the fringe to the occipital rather quickly as she frightfully looks around, seeing all eyes were on her and you.

"You look a little.. pink" Hook giggles.

You begin to do the same, looking back at Hook, unable to call for him as you hack up feather upon feather. You fall to your knees, watching feathers magically grow from your skin, a thick coat of them burying into your flesh.

"Someone should help them!"

Your shaky hands are held in front of your face, you watch as your fingers grow into claws. Hook's expression clearly falters, seeing you watch yourself turn into some hybrid monster.

The laughter fills your ears, the smiles and giggles the only thing your brain would process. They stare at you as you sit hopelessly, watching yourself fall to the magical trickery. You'd never felt more weak. As your reputation quickly drips down the drain, you think of how you wouldn't be feared any longer, how you'd end up becoming a victim to your own creation.

"Yeah, someone should help them" Hades mutters, Maleficent smacking him.

Harry looks between the couple and then at you two, watching Morgie try and help Ulianna up from the ground. He's quickly smacked back, landing on his ass as Uliana rises, showcasing her new face job. Her face represented one of a flamingo, beak and all.

Her screams are turned into bird honks as she quickly chases after Bridget and Ella. She chases them away toward a side yard, the AK's following quickly. Hades and Maleficent shrug, following the crowd. Morgie does the same, breaking into a sprint after watching Red and Chloe chase after Uliana.

Hook rushes to you, paralyzed in fear and embarrassment on the concrete. His hands float over your shoulders, not exactly wanting to touch you.

"Go get them" You snarl, wanting your boyfriend to leave you be.

He quickly nods, rushing after his friends, his heeled boots clicking on the pavement.

Your limbs were coated in feathers, your hands now claws, your hair bright pink. With wide eyes, you stumble over to the fountain in the courtyard, hoping and wishing the magical water would rid you of your now hideous appearance.

Water was your home, maybe even just sitting in it would make you feel slightly okay.

You place your feet in the fountain, drenching your boots. You sit down criss-cross, running your head beneath the running water, a shiver running down your spine as the cold liquid hits your feathered skin.

You feel the feathers fall from your limbs, your skin revealed once again, leaving large dark marks on your skin, like strawberry skin but ten times worse. Your claws shrink back down to your normal hands, your hair's new pink glow fading as it rinses away from your scalp.

"Y/n?" James speaks from behind you, having rushed to your aid after Ulianna fell into the magic spring water pool not far away. "Are you alright, darling?"

"No," you quickly answer, eyebrows furrowed out of your internal anger.

He slowly approaches, trying to bring you away from the fountain, to dry you off at least. "My love-"

"Shut up."

You lounge in your dorm with James, trying to push your head anywhere that wasn't back earlier in the day. Your head rests on your pillow as you stare at the ceiling, allowing you to count the stars in the night sky through the skylight above your bed.

You wanted to get back at Bridget, but didn't know how.

She subjected you to humiliation, to embarrassment. She wasn't anything, she had to bribe people with food to be her friend. She was a pathetic excuse of life and a waste of space. She'd grow to be nothing-

"I have an idea," James speaks, turning back to look at you on your bed, having been looking out the window.

You turn your head to look at him. "What?"

He slyly smiles, a mischievous look in his eye. "We embarrass her at Castlecoming. She wouldn't miss it for the life of her, we make her fall to the floor, ugly as an ogre."

You blink. "You sound like you're talking about me," you mumble, rolling your eyes as you turn on the bed, your back facing him.

He sighs, pulling you up from the bed. You stand on your feet, your pajamas resting upon your frame as he laces his hand into yours, his hook carefully resting over your shoulder.

"We'll get her back, my lovely siren royalty." He smiles, his eyes gazing upon your lips before looking back at you in the eye. To say he was in love was an understatement. "You know I'd do anything for you, right?"

You lightly smile, glancing down before looking back up at him. "Yeah"

"Good"

[yeonbinwyd]

If I win …

pairing: sub!fem reader x dom!Soobin

synopsis: a competitive game between friends lead to some more after a bet is lost

genre (w/tags): smut, minors dni, breeding kink, oral, size kink, praise kink

a/n: I always write soob short idk why LOL

Word count: 902

“Come on. Let’s be fair.” You complain. Soobin had both controllers above your head, out of your reach.

“You have to be cheating.” He retorts.

“How? It’s Mario Kart” you fight back. Soobin was always better than you when it came to video games but Mario Kart was your game. You knew that was the only one you could beat him in. He hands the controller back to you.

“Fine if you’re so confident. Then beat me again. If you win I’ll do whatever you want but if I win you have to do whatever I say.” He wagers. It was on and you really

wanted to prove him wrong. The two of you set off the starting line. You manage to cut in front of him and maintain a lead until the very last lap. You both turn the last corner and he hits you with a red shell turning you over. He speeds past you going for the win. He gets first place and he raises his arms up in victory.

“So you have to do whatever I want“ he parades inyour face. You roll your eyes.

“Ok anything you want. Let’s go.” You demand. He approached your face closely with a sly smile.

“I want you to suck my dick”he requests. Your eyebrows raise slightly. Soobin has always hinted in being interested in you but this is the first time he really pushed for it. You two casually flirted too but nothing serious has come of it.

“Ok sit down” you say with confidence. Accepting the challenge. With a surprised face, he doesn’t waste any time and sit back on the couch. You get on your knees before him hesitantly.

“Don’t back down now” he teases with his legs spread open. He rested a hand on his lap, motioning you to come closer. You place both hands on said lap, rubbing against him causing him moan deeply. His moan is all the motivation you need. You hook your fingers in his waist band while maintaining eye contact. You slip his shorts and boxers down, exposing him. He was already getting hard. His cock, massive and heavy, sprung free. You entangle your fingers around him, giving him a light squeeze. His jaw drops, already starting to feel euphoric by your touch. You mock him by dropping your jaw, teasing him with your tongue on his tip. Finally giving it a lick, he bites his bottom lip. You take him in your mouth slowly, circling around it, going up and down. It was difficult, he was getting hard and whenever you would try to go further, he would suffocate you a bit.

“Mm just like that” He throws his head back while pushing your head down deeper. You choke before going again.

“Good girl” he praises while he holds your hair back. Soobin can’t take his eyes off of you but as you continue, he can’t help but shut his eyes tight in pleasure. You get used to his size and barely start to deep throat.

He moans even louder unable to control himself.

“Fuck me” he demands. You release him and give an affirming nod. He brings you to your feet then helps you out of the pants you were wearing. Next he pulls your panties to one side. Holding your hand, he guides you to take a seat to ride him. You place yourself at his tip. You prepare yourself with a deep breath as you slide down. As you slide down, he groans in estacy, feeling every inch of you. He buries his face in your neck, to muffle his loud moans. You being so tight is almost unbearable to him, he’s over the moon. You slide down completely, taking him in, gripping on to his shoulders for leverage. You can feel his cock throb inside you.

“Oh fuck you feel so good. You’re amazing.” Soobin continues to praise you while brushing the hair out of your face. He wants to see you taking all of him. All the faces you make and the sounds that come out of your mouth excite him. You keep riding him, building up pressure. He’s going more and more crazy. Soobin begins to thrust upwards to meet your hips, causing more friction. His big hands grab your ass, helping you go faster. You whimper as your eyes roll back.

“Soobin please...” You begin to beg. His thrusts become overpowering.

“Mmm Keep going? You’re doing so great baby.” His words of encouragement help you persevere. He lifts you up, placing you onto the couch. You instinctively wrap your legs around him , keeping him close. Soobin starts ramming into you. His whines become more desperate and higher. You start to become breathless, unable to rationalize the pleasure you’re feeling. He presses his lips against yours, to help control the noises coming from him, sloppily kissing you. His keeps drilling in you, he can’t let up, he’s addicted to the feeling of you.

“I’m gonna cum oh my god. I’m gonna fill you up.” Soobin manages to say in between kisses. You look into his eyes, putting him over the edge. Slamming hard into you, he cums profusely inside. Him rubbing you so much at your core,you cry out, cumming shortly after. He pulls out watching the cum drip from you. He’s in awe that he produced so much.

“You’re mine now” he claims

[helsgcddess]

if you have time I’m requesting ❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜ with Anakin please! No rush though!

— STARLIGHT & FIRE *

pairing: dark!anakin skywalker/force sensitive!reader

word count— 902

an— 'I' is the same one as the last anakin request I did! It's now a rots au, because it's still pre-crispy anakin but he's Vader now?? No suit? Yeah that's it, no suit!vader anyway, have some comedic angst thing! also featuring murder castle on mustafar but make it domestic because who doesn't love some force-sensitive sass in their darkside romance?? (slight nsfw warning for implied fingering)

He wouldn't tell me why he decided to build his castle on the deadliest planet. Outside? Lava with barely breathable air, rivers of molten rock that cast an eternal red glow through the reinforced transparisteel windows. Sometimes I wondered if he chose Mustafar to remind himself of something he wouldn't speak of.

I was waiting for Anakin. Had been for hours in the sleeping chambers, watching shadows dance across walls of polished obsidian that seemed to absorb both light and sound. The air hummed with power here—whether from the planet's core or from the dark energy that saturated every corner of our fortress, I was never quite sure.

Palpatine had ordered multiple bedroom chambers built that we 'swore to use'. The Emperor looked strangely upon the relationship we had. He only wanted Anakin to turn, he wasn't expecting the padawan that had signs of being able to memory walk—a rare gift that let me slip through the cracks of others' minds like smoke through fingers. Sometimes the things I saw there made me understand why he chose a planet of fire. We didn't last long with multiple walls separating us. The Force had other plans.

My supernova was preoccupied in the interrogation chambers, where the Fourth Sister had let a Jedi slip out of her grasp. My lip curled at the thought as I closed my eyes. Finding Anakin's dark signature was as easy as breathing—it blazed through the Force like a star gone nova, beautiful and deadly. I nudged his subconscious while he Force-choked the Fourth Sister until a crack echoed throughout the chamber, the sound carrying even through the castle's thick walls.

The massive doors slid open with a pneumatic hiss, and I felt his presence before I saw him—that familiar storm of power and darkness that made the air thick with electricity. His eyes found me immediately, molten gold burning against the volcanic glass walls of our chambers, his black robes still swirling from his purposeful stride.

Those eyes narrowed slightly as they took in what I was wearing.

"Is that my robe?" The question came out rough, dangerous, echoing off the high ceilings.

I glanced down at the black silk that definitely hadn't come from my own wardrobe. "The temperature regulators are acting up again. Something about the volcanic atmosphere corroding the circuitry." I shifted on our bed, the sheets of Naboo silk rustling beneath me. "Besides, yours was closer.

"Was it?" He stalked closer, power rolling off him in waves that made the very air vibrate. A smirk played at the corners of his mouth as he noticed the way the robe slid off one shoulder. "And you just... helped yourself?”

"Well," I drawled, feeling the darkness in me rise to meet his, "I could have just stayed as I was..."

His eyes darkened noticeably, the gold in them nearly swallowed by black. The Force crackled between us like contained lightning. "Let's get you some clothes," he growled, closing the distance between us, "before I get too turned on."

I felt his desire spark through our bond, hot as the lava rivers that flowed beneath the castle. "That would be the responsible thing to do," I agreed, making no move to get up. "Very... Emperor-approved."

"The Emperor," he said, knee hitting the bed as he leaned over me, "isn't here." His hand found my exposed shoulder, fever-warm against my skin. The leather of his glove creaked as his other hand fisted in the sheets beside my head. "And you know exactly what you're doing, little witch."

The Force surged around us, dark and hungry, as he pressed me back against the sheets. Outside, lava flowed like arteries around our fortress of black stone and darker purposes, but none of it mattered. The Emperor's separate chambers could burn for all I cared. This—us—had always been inevitable, from the moment we chose power over light.

His mouth found mine, and the darkness sang. And if sometimes, in moments like these, I caught glimpses of blue behind the gold in his eyes, well—some secrets were worth keeping, even from ourselves.

"You're thinking too loud," he murmured against my throat, teeth grazing my pulse point. "I can feel you analyzing."

"Professional hazard," I gasped as his hand slid lower. "Memory walker, remember?"

He pulled back just enough to fix me with that molten gaze. "And what memories are you walking through right now, little witch?"

"Just wondering," I managed as his gloved hand traced patterns on my thigh, "if the Emperor's going to send another strongly worded message about 'maintaining separate quarters for appearance's sake.'"

A dark laugh rumbled through his chest. "Let him. I'm not the one who keeps stealing robes."

"No," I agreed, tugging him closer by his collar, "you're just the one who keeps conveniently leaving them in my reach."

The Force rippled with his amusement and something darker, hungrier. "Caught that, did you?"

"I catch everything, Lord Vader." I emphasized his title with just enough sass to make his eyes flash. "Including the fact that you absolutely murdered those temperature regulators yourself."

Instead of answering, he captured my mouth again in a kiss that tasted of fire and promises we'd never speak aloud. The darkness swirled around us like a caress, and I decided the Emperor's opinion could burn just like everything else on this forsaken planet.

We had better things to destroy than temperature regulators, anyway.

[winchester-girl67]

Imagine... Dean Coming To You For Comfort

Summary: Dean looks for comfort after a nightmare. He enjoys being the little spoon. 

Requested by anonymous: “could you write a fic where dean just needs some comfort from the reader? it could be platonic and dean just had a bad day or a nightmare and doesn't want to be alone and wants to be held without asking"

Pairing: Dean x reader 

Word Count: 902 

Warnings: language, nightmares, implied violence (hunting a vamp nest), brief mention of a gun reader keeps under the pillow, a little angst, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling, fluff 

A/N: Found this in my wips, it's a little short but sweet. Enjoy. 

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“I said, I'm fucking fine, okay?!” 

Dean's words echoed in your ears. You'd only asked him the once and he just snapped at you, so when you got back to the bunker you beelined for your room and slammed the door. 

You didn't get food, you didn't shower off the motel shower from a few hours earlier like you usually would, and you didn't get any sleep either. ‘Monopoly’ speaking, you did not pass 'GO'. You just pouted in your bed. 

The hunt could've gone better; it also could've gone worse. 

You stared at the ceiling, still awake and wondering how to reproach Dean. He was clearly not fine but until he was able to admit that, there was no getting through to him. Dean was just too stubborn when he was in these moods and honestly you were a little, too. You wanted to help, but you didn't want to swallow your pride and walk down that hall just to have him yell at you again. 

You weren't a masochist. But you still laid there, in bed, overthinking everything that went wrong with the hunt. 

First of all, you should've brought Sam with you, or Cas. Dean said it would be simple enough though with the two of you. It wasn't and you almost got killed. Dean, of course, wasn't letting himself forget it. You could see that written all over his face on the ride home. 

Stopping your mind from racing wasn't easy. You counted the dots on the ceiling tiles as you listened to the ticking of Dean's wristwatch on your arm. He'd synchronized it to the time on his cell and given it to you before the hunt so you could stay structured in your plan against the vamp nest. 

It was smart, until it wasn't. There were more than you expected and you always jumped the gun and went in first. Standing still wasn't the easiest thing for you to do with all that adrenaline pumping in your veins. And you were used to hunting alone. Before the Winchesters came into the picture. 

Needless to say, everything that went wrong after that was about ninety-percent your fault. The other ten was simply a miscalculation.

You'd known the Winchesters for quite some time but moving into the bunker with them was fairly new. In the back of your mind, you hoped Dean wouldn't ask you to move out. You kinda liked not being completely alone anymore. The world was tough and they felt like family already. It would break your heart for sure; shatter any trust you had left. 

Your bedroom door creaked open slowly on its old hinges and a shadowed figure peaked its head inside your room. You held your breath for a moment and gripped the cool handle of your gun underneath your pillow. 

Always on guard. Even if the bunker was the safest place you'd ever been. 

"Easy, Y/N, it's just me." Dean said, pushing the door open the rest of the way so the light of the hall revealed his features. 

His expression was soft, too soft -broken like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders and the nightmares to prove it. His hair was disheveled and he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. 

"Just wanted to check on you, I'll let you get back to sleep. Sorry I woke you, sweetheart." Dean breathed deep and slowly started to shut your door. "And sorry I yelled." 

"Wait," you sat up and placed the gun on the night table next to you before switching the light on low. "Come here. Close the door." 

You flipped back the covers, shuffled over to make room and patted the mattress beside you. Dean wiped the frown from his face with his hand and did as you said. He shut the door and settled into bed next to you. Tense and unmoving once he rolled onto his side facing away from you. 

He couldn't ask, but he didn't need to. 

You clicked off the light and tugged up the covers to his chin. Your palm rubbed over his shoulders and half-way down his back, then circled up again until you felt his muscles begin to relax. 

"That feels nice," he breathed and sniffled a little. 

You continued your motions for a while longer until his breathing evened out, you could tell he was still awake but knew he didn't intend on talking things out. That wasn't Dean. So instead, you rubbed up and down his arm and molded your chest into his back, settling into your position as big spoon. You squeezed him and held his hand against his chest. 

"Thank you," he sighed and weaved his fingers through yours. 

Dean didn't talk about feelings if he didn't have to. And for someone so 'tough', more often than not, he liked to be the little spoon. Especially to your big spoon. 

There was an unspoken understanding that neither of you were ever to bring it up in the light of day. But things were just different at night and being vulnerable and open didn't feel as achy and oozy. 

Feelings were allowed to be felt in the dark. 

He'd be gone before you woke, starting breakfast and roasting coffee in the kitchen, but for now your pieces could hold his pieces together. 

And maybe you could both finally get some sleep. 

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[lokiandbuckysdoll]

Promise me

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: You have loki make a promise to you.

Word count: 902

Warnings: slight angst & Fluff

A/N: my first fic in the new year. hope you enjoy :)

The nights had always felt longer when Loki wasn’t around. You couldn’t quite explain it, but there was a certain chill in the air when he was away, a kind of emptiness that filled your home with silence. He had a way of making everything feel just a little brighter like the space between the stars was somehow wider when he was with you. But when he was on watch, whether it was in Asgard, on Midgard with SHIELD and Thor, or somewhere beyond your reach, the nights were a different kind of quiet.

You had tried to fill the void in various ways, always looking for distractions. Some nights, you would curl up with a book, only to find that the words blurred into a haze as you thought about him. Other nights, you’d cook something you knew he would’ve enjoyed if he were there. Tonight was one of those nights.

You’d spent the evening in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and stirring sauces, lost in the rhythm of cooking. The smell of roasted garlic and simmering herbs filled the air, a comforting scent you knew would linger even when Loki wasn't there to share it with you.

You were just finishing up when there was a knock at the door. A loud, confident knock that made you smile despite the sudden flutter in your chest. You opened it, and standing there with his usual mischievous grin was Thor, holding a very familiar figure by the shoulder.

Loki.

You felt your heart leap, a warmth spreading through you as he stepped inside, eyes meeting yours. “I trust you’ve kept your kitchen well-stocked, Y/N?” he said, a teasing edge to his voice.

“Loki…” you breathed, the relief in your voice clear as you stepped aside to let him in.

Thor, ever the practical one, was already heading towards the table, a slightly concerned frown on his face. “Dinner smells good,” he remarked, though his expression quickly shifted to one of awkwardness. “But it has to be short, Y/N. Loki has to return to Asgard soon.”

You felt your smile falter, but only for a moment. It was true, Loki’s duties were never far behind him, even in the rare moments he had to himself. Still, you nodded, not wanting to push him. “Of course,” you said, gesturing for them to sit. “I made enough for all of us, so we’ll enjoy what time we have.”

The dinner was as lively as it could be, Thor’s booming laughter filling the room and Loki’s quiet wit contrasting it perfectly. You cherished these moments, knowing they were fleeting. But as much as you wanted to hold onto every second, you could feel the weight of time pressing on the evening. Thor’s gaze kept flicking to the window, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he would have to take Loki back to whatever duties awaited him.

Eventually, Thor stood, giving you a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said, his voice low. “It’s time.”

Loki, who had been unusually quiet, stood as well, brushing his hands off. “I will return, of course,” he said, though there was a flicker of something. Something bittersweet in his eyes as he met your gaze.

Thor clapped him on the back and gave you a warm, though strained, smile. “You’ll have to keep him out of trouble while he’s here,” he said before turning toward the door.

As soon as they were gone, you returned to the empty table, the silence falling over you once again. You had gotten so used to it by now, but it never quite felt like home without Loki. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something, someone, was missing.

But just as you were about to begin clearing the dishes, a sound caught your attention. The faintest creak of the floorboards. You froze, your heart skipping a beat. You turned slowly toward the hallway. And there, standing in the doorway, was Loki.

You blinked in disbelief. “Loki?” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

He grinned that familiar mischievous grin. “Did you think you could get rid of me so easily?” he asked, stepping forward into the soft light of the kitchen. “You’re never alone for long, my dear.”

“But how? Thor—” You started, but Loki raised a hand, cutting you off.

“I’m resourceful, Y/N,” he said, with that glint of pride in his eyes. “You may not know it, but I’m always watching. Always finding ways to be close to you. Even when I’m on watch.”

Your heart swelled as you closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around him. It felt like a dream, having him here in the flesh, with his warmth and the scent of Asgard still lingering on his cloak.

“Promise me,” you murmured into his shoulder, “promise me you’ll always find a way back to me. No matter what.”

Loki’s voice was low and soft as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Always, Y/N. No matter the distance, no matter the time. I will always find a way back to you.”

That night, you didn’t feel the emptiness that usually lingered. Instead, you felt complete. In his arms, with his warmth, you knew that no matter the challenges, Loki would always make time for you, even if the stars themselves had to shift to make it happen.

And for once, the night didn’t feel so long.

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Praising Sukuna and he flips out | Sukuna x Cocky!Reader | Barely suggestive

Synopsis: You tease Sukuna ONCE and now he’s all flustered, so when you call him out on it he decides he wants to get you back!

A/N: I’ve been thinking about this scenario for DAYS-!!! DAYS I SAY! It’s probably very ooc but the idea is fun so enjoy! Sorry if it isnt the best, I was rushed and just writing whatever I thought of!

Content Warnings: Reader is cocky, Sukuna is cockier but gets put in his place, Flustered Sukuna, female reader, appearance of true form!sukuna with non canon physics at the end, Implied smut at the end, or at least smth spicy! Ooc sukuna probably

Word Count: 902

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Sukuna enjoyed toying around with curses before exorcising them. It gave his sadistic mind something to do when he didn’t feel like massacring the city. Yuji had switched with him because the brat didn’t have the energy to fend off the last few curses before help arrived, Sukuna wasn’t mad about that though.

He laughed as another curse died from his hands. “Oh this feeling is exhilarating! One more to go,” he said aloud, a grin pasted on his tattooed face.

“Oh really? Well thanks for doing the dirty work,” a voice said from behind him.

He whipped around confused as to who dared to interrupt him. It was you. You were a sorcerer at Jujutsu High, one of the assistant teachers. He heard Yuji talk about you a few times, about how good you were as a sorcerer. Sukuna couldn’t help but be intrigued by your presence.

“Eh?! What the hell woman I have it under control!” He snapped at her as she approached him, her smile unwavering.

“And you did such a good job,” she cooed. “But mama’s got it from here,” she added, patting Sukuna’s cheek before unsheathing her katana which was embedded with cursed energy.

Sukuna froze, his heart started pounding. What the hell? Why did he like that? His eyes narrowed at her as she watched her beat the final special grade curse that was left in the building. His face felt hot, he was sure it was almost as red as his eyes.

She looked back at Sukuna once she was done and couldn’t help but laugh. “What? Something the matter?” She teased, walking over to him. He stepped back.

“Back off woman! I don’t know what the hell happened but don’t let it get to your head!” He growled, turning away and walking down the hallway.

Y/N chuckled. “Well, the King of Curses has a praise kink? That’s interesting…” she mumbled to herself.

~~**~~

The next day, Y/N set out to find Yuji. Maybe he knew something about this.

“Hey Yuji! C’mere for a second!” She called out to him as he was training, a bright smile on her face.

He looked at her confused and jogged over to her. “Hey! What’s up?” He asked her, a smile on his face to match hers.

“Is Sukuna upset up there?” She asked, poking his forehead with a grin. Yuji’s eyes widened at the question.

“What?”

“You know, is he being all mopey? Last time I saw him he was practically a puddle on the floor, an angry one,” she said, standing up straight again.

Yuji scratched his chin thinking. “Actually, yeah he has, ever since I let him out again he’s been all grumbly, do you know why?” He asked her.

Y/N smiled wider. “No way! I was right!” She laughed, a hand on her head in disbelief. “I think the King of Curses doesn’t know how to handle a woman complimenting him,” she cooed with a chuckle.

Yuji’s eyes widened. “No way! Are you serious?!” He said in disbelief.

Y/N nodded. “Yep! I witnessed it first hand,” she sighed with a smile.

A mouth popped up on Yuji’s cheek. “You bitch! You didn’t do anything it just caught me off guard! Don’t let it get to your head!” Sukuna’s voice roared. This only made Y/N laugh.

“So defensive, I guess he really doesn’t like finding a weakness huh?” She hummed, poking Yuji’s cheek. Yuji covered his mouth holding back a chuckle.

Sukuna growled and chomped his teeth at Y/N. “You just wait, I’ll get you back!” He snapped at her.

“Get me back huh? We’ll see about that, have fun training Itadori!” She said waving at Yuji as she left.

“I’m gonna get her back,” Sukuna mumbled before retreating back into Yuji’s mind.

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That night, Y/N was in her pajamas, laying in her bed scrolling through her phone. The events from today lingered in her mind. What did he mean he was gonna get her back?

There was a knock at the door. She groaned and got up, who the hell is awake at this hour?

She walked over and opened the door, her eyes widened when she was met with a tattooed chest, her eyes went up to meet the face of the man in her doorway. It was Sukuna, he has a mask that looked like it was made of wood on the one side of his face, a shit eating grin plastered on his lips. He had an extra set of arms under his shoulders.

“What the hell-“ Y/N mumbled. “Where’s Yuji-“

“The brat is fine, this is my OWN body,” he chuckled, forcing himself into her room. “You know…your little comment has been wracking my brain,” he hummed looking around her room.

Y/N watched as the large man looked around. “Really?” She gulped, her voice strained with weariness.

Sukuna nodded. “Oh yeah~ it got me thinking~”

“A-about what?” Y/N stuttered.

His ruby eyes met hers. “What kind of things make you do that?” He hummed, tilting his head.

Her eyes widened, taking a step back in shock. “Excuse me?” She coughed out. Two large hands grabbed her waist.

“What makes you tick~? We’re gonna find out~” he snickered, his two other hands finding the curves of her body.

He observed how she writhed and blushed under his touch, small whimpers leaving your mouth as she did.

“This is gonna be fun, pet~”

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A/N: I AM TOO SCARED TO WRITE SMUT BUT MAYBE IN THE FUTURE! But yeah I hope you enjoyyyyed~! Might rewrite it when I have more time and confidence lmao. Til next time!

Bye Pookies!💕

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Hungover

GIF isn’t mine. create to creator @gabelandeskog

Word Count - 902

Possible triggers - I truly can’t think of any, maybe alcohol use? It’s really just some pure fluff I thought of after waking up very hungover this past weekend.I guess use of Y/N if that’s considered a trigger? 

Summary: After a girls night out waking up extremely hungover and Quinn has to fill you in on what happened once you got home last night. 

As you felt yourself wake up, the first thing you felt was the dryness of your mouth and not even 10 seconds later the pounding of your head. Then as your stomach churned as you were fighting the urge to not wince in pain from the mixture all of a sudden realizing how drunk you actually got the night before. You could feel the light being so bright before you even decided to open your eyes and that’s when you decided to cuddle further into your boyfriend with a moan of pain. 

“Make it stop please.” Y/N barely whispered to Quinn.

He couldn’t help the light chuckle escape his lips as he turned his body so he was facing his girlfriend. Quinn wrapped his arms around you and kept your legs tangled. “Make what stop baby?” he asked teasingly knowing damn well you want the pain to stop. 

You peaked one eye open barely and then immediately closed it. “It’s too bright in here, please make it stop.” you softly demanded. But even in your sick state you knew it was impossible to already make the barely lite room any darker. 

“Yes let me get right on that, I’ll just tell the sun that my precious Y/N isn’t ready to face the day yet because she drank too many tequila sunrises last night.” As he continues to chuckle and hold you tighter. 

“It wasn’t tequila sunrises, it was run punches!Thank you very much!” you softly argued. 

He chuckles at the fact that even when you feel like dying you can’t stop yourself from correcting him. “I would ask if you had fun with BF/N but since I remember last night and you coming home I already know that you did.”

“You were awake when I came home?” you ask softly, finally deciding to open your eyes and look at your boyfriend. “I don’t remember that. Actually I don’t remember anything from last night past getting in the uber with BF/N.” 

“Yes BF/N called me from the uber also drunk out of her mind but more sober then you and told me that there was no way she could get you out the uber by herself and demanded I meet you downstairs. You did fight me on properly getting ready for bed and I will say I have the battle scars to prove it.” As Quinn lifted his arm you saw the red marks of the scratches on his arm. 

You let out a gasp of surprise as you went to grab his arm and bring it to your mouth to softly kiss the scratch marks as you mumbled your apologies. “It’s okay baby. I know you were really drunk and to be fair it was either my arm or your ankle as you fell on your ass. I will always pick up on me getting hurt over you.” As he scooted even closer to you if that was even possible and you both closed your eyes fully ready to go back to bed for a few hours. “Hey don’t go back to sleep baby, we gotta get up soon for lunch remember mom and dad are in town?” 

You actually let out a sound of your mouth between a whine and moan. “No, I forgot. I’m so hungover” you sigh. 

“Okay well do you want some Advil now and water? I tried to get you to take it last night but you refused and passed out before I could convince you.” He softly asks as he strokes your hair, something he knows always brings you deep comfort even when you're hungover you’ve been in months. 

“Yes please.” you mumble. You feel the weight of the bed shift as Quinn reaches over to the bedside table and grabs the Advil and bottle of water he left on the table last night on purpose. 

“Here baby you gotta sit up a little to take it. “ You sit up barely but refuse to open your eyes, Quinn chuckles as he drops medicine in your already open mouth and brings the lid to your mouth. Once the water touches your lips it feels like you're a new person. You take the bottle out of Quinns hands and drink a decent amount until your stomach decides if you drink anymore you might vomit. 

As you lay down to get comfortable you say “remind me to never drink again, I’ve never been that hungover.” You hear Quinn chuckle at your recent declaration. 

“Babygirl you know I love you but you say that everytime you wake up the next morning hungover as fuck.” As he wraps his arms around you. 

“And I mean it!” As you find yourself snuggling deeper into his chest. You can feel the rumbles under you from him continuing to laugh at you. 

“Okay okay 10 more minutes and then we have to get up or we will be late for lunch considering we are suppose to meet them at 1 and its already 11:30.” 

“Okay.. hey quinny?” you ask as you look up at him, as your head lays on his chest.

“Hmm” he asks.

“Thanks for always taking care of me.” as you hug him a little tighter. 

The last thing you remember before you drift back to sleep is him kissing you on the forehead. “I’ll always take care of you baby. I love you.”

Authors note:

Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you all think, this is the first time I'm posting on this blog.

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡Sick Day 🌡️

You've ordered: lemon ice cream! enjoy!

"Inside this place is warm, outside it starts to pour"

Regulus Black x sick! reader | word count: 902 words

Summary: in which regulus takes care of you while you're sick 🌡️

Warnings: none!

Note: since i'm sick rn, i decided to write this little self indulgent fic :D

You had thought that dancing around in the rain would be fun and romantic, right? Wrong. A few days ago, your rather plain date with Regulus in the Hogwarts courtyard was interrupted by a sudden shower of rain. Despite it not being a downpour, it was still quite a bit of rain. And as Regulus ran for cover, holding his bag over his head, you stayed put. You even stood up, twirling and skipping around in the rain.

"Y/n, get over here!" Regulus had yelled, trying to fight the smile forming on his lips.

"No, you get over here! Let's dance in the rain!" you suggested, not having a care in the world.

Regulus just rolled his eyes before quickly running out to pull you back inside.

"Look at you, you're soaked." he muttered, taking off his jacket and putting it around your shoulders as he shook his head.

"Don't come crying to me when you get sick..." You just smiled at him, finding his curly wet hair and slightly flushed cheeks rather adorable.

"Don't worry. I'll be fine, Reggie." You'd come to eat those words.

Fast forward to present day, you're tucked under your duvet cover, sneezing and sniffling, coughing and grumbling due to the slight pain in your throat. And who was sat in a chair right by your bedside wringing out a rag to put on your forehead? None other than the same Slytherin who'd yelled for you to take cover with him inside.

"And this is why we don't dance around in the rain." he quipped, earning himself an annoyed groan from you.

"But it was fun..." "And look where your 'fun' got you." you frowned at his remark, sneezing and letting out a miserable grumble.

"Bless you." Regulus said, feeling your forehead with the back of his hand.

"You're still pretty warm..." he muttered to himself, placing the cool rag on your forehead.

"How are you so good at this?" you mumbled quietly, sniffling a few times.

"Sirius used to take care of me all the time when I'd get sick as a child. I picked up a thing or two." You found it incredibly sweet that Regulus had decided to spend his day caring for you instead of doing...anything else really.

Your eyes followed him as he stood up and went to get a small, brown glass bottle from his bag. He sat back down, shaking the bottle before uncapping it and pouring some of its contents into the cap.

"What's that?" you asked, your eyes going from the green-ish liquid to Regulus's face.

"Medicine. You have to take 3 capfuls." he explained, bringing the cap to your lips. Some of the liquid slipped past and you immediately frowned, your face scrunching up and a weird noise leaving your lips. It tasted awful.

"Are you trying to kill me right now, Regulus Black? What in Merlin's name is that?" you asked, the bitter taste still on your tongue.

Regulus scoffed, rolling his eyes as he poured another capful. "Y/n, you won't get any better if you don't take medicine. I got this specially from Ms. Pomfrey. She says it'll make you better in no time. Now come on, open up."

As Regulus brought the cap to your lips again, you stopped it by putting a hand over your mouth. "Nuh uh!" you exclaimed, shaking your head, getting a frustrated huff from Regulus.

"If you take it I'll....give you a kiss or whatever." he mumbled.

""Or whatever?" Now I definitely don't want to take it." Regulus raked his brain, thinking of a way to get you to take the disgusting excuse for medicine.

"If you don't take it, I'll tell Pandora you broke her hand mirror."

A slight look of surprise spread across your features as Regulus mentioned the broken mirror. "How did you even know about that? I mean, I'm planning on buying her a new one, but still." "I have my ways. Now take the medicine."

You stared at the capful of medicine, finally caving. You took the cap from Regulus, downing the bitter tasting liquid before pouring another and drinking that too. You sputtered and spit in the air, your features scrunching as you frowned.

"There you go. Want me to make you some tea to mask the taste?" Regulus ask, gently tracing over your cheek with his finger. You nodded, muttering a quick "Please."

As Regulus fluffed some pillows for you to sit up against, you held a mug of steaming tea, the warmth emanating from it spreading through your whole body. You let out a content sigh, your eyelids a little droopy as you glanced at your boyfriend.

"Thanks for taking care of me Regulus." you hummed, scooting over and patting the empty space next to you.

"If not me, who else would care for you?" Regulus debated for a few seconds before sitting next to you, intertwining his fingers with yours as you rested your head on his shoulder.

Your heart warmed, not just from the tea, but from regulus's actions and words. You could tell that you were the apple of his eye. After a few moments of talking, you started to feel sleepy, your eyes fluttering shut.

Regulus reached over and turned off the bedside lamp, gently kissing the back of your hand as he watched you drift off. Maybe sick days really weren't all that bad.🌡️

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[kezdispenser]

Could you make a Lewis Tan fanfic?😁

Ambos se conocieron durante el rodaje de Cobra Kai y luego comenzaron a salir. Los fanáticos sospechan esto, luego Lewis y Lector (mujer) hacen pública su relación en el estreno de la temporada final.

Lo siento si mi inglés no es muy bueno :]

The Premiere of Us | Lewis Tan x Fem!reader

Summary: Lewis and Y/N meet on the set of Cobra Kai and fans suspect that they're secretly together, but at the premiere of the final season, they decide to make it public

Word Count: 902

A/N: Aquí tienes, no es problema, yo también sé un poco de español. Gracias por pedírmelo Y para el resto de ustedes, siéntanse libres de preguntarme, incluso si es en español. Me gusta creer que soy al menos un 40% latina.

The final season premiere was only a few days away, and the internet was losing its mind.

Y/N scrolled through her phone, eyes widening at the latest fan conspiracy thread. “Babe. Someone just made a whole timeline of our ‘secret relationship.’” She turned the screen toward Lewis, who was sprawled across her couch with his head resting on her lap. “Look at this. They matched up our filming schedules. Our flights. They even figured out we were at the same coffee shop last month—from the reflection in a window.”

Lewis grinned, looking way too entertained. “Damn. They’re good.”

“This is next-level detective work. How do they know?”

He tilted his head up, smirking. “Maybe because I look at you like I wanna kiss you all the time?”

Y/N snorted. “Subtlety is not your strong suit.”

“Nope,” he agreed, stretching like a satisfied cat. Then, before she could react, he flipped over and tackled her onto the couch, arms wrapping around her.

She squeaked. “LEWIS!”

“What?” he grinned, already kissing her cheek. “I just realized something.”

“Oh god—what now?” she laughed, wiggling as he peppered kisses all over her face.

“The fans are right,” he mumbled between kisses. “We are together.” Kiss. “They totally figured it out.” Kiss. “Guess we have to go public now.” Kiss, kiss, kiss.

She shrieked, trying (and failing) to push him away as he attacked her with kisses, his scruff tickling her skin. “Stop! I’m trying to be serious!”

“Nope.” He kissed her nose, her forehead, then finally—finally—landed on her lips, lingering there just long enough to make her melt.

Y/N let out a sigh, arms looping around his neck as she gave up fighting. “You’re impossible.”

“But you love it.”

“Ugh, unfortunately.”

Lewis laughed before nuzzling into her neck, pulling her closer until there wasn’t a single inch between them. His voice softened. “So… we’re doing this?”

She knew what he meant. No more dodging. No more hiding. No more secret glances when they thought no one was watching.

Y/N ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

His grin was pure joy. “Good.” Another kiss. Then another. “I was gonna hold your hand on the carpet anyway.”

“Oh?” she teased. “No discussion? Just your decision?”

“Yup,” he said smugly. “And if you try to stop me, I’ll make it worse.”

Her eyes narrowed playfully. “Worse how?”

His smirk was downright dangerous. “Dipping you for a kiss in front of all the cameras.”

Y/N gasped, dramatically pushing at his chest. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Lewis grinned like a menace. “Try me.”

She shook her head, laughing as he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight against him. Let the fans go wild. Let Twitter explode. Because at the premiere, when the cameras flashed and Lewis reached for her hand?

She wasn’t letting go.

The night of the premiere shimmered with excitement and anticipation. The red carpet stretched out like a runway, lit by countless flashes from cameras and the murmur of adoring fans. Amid the glitter and glamour, Lewis and Y/N strolled together, hands clasped tightly, each step a quiet rebellion against the urge to hide.

As they neared the entrance, the energy around them became palpable. Reporters gathered, microphones at the ready, while fans screamed playful cheers and snapped selfies. Lewis leaned in toward Y/N, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Ready to show the world?" he whispered, a teasing lilt in his voice.

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering. "Absolutely. Let them see us."

Before they reached the interview area, a reporter called out, "Lewis, can you tell us how it feels to be on the red carpet with someone so special?"

Lewis turned toward the camera, squeezing her hand. "Honestly? It's amazing. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Y/N laughed softly, adding, "We've been together since we first met on set, but tonight, there's no hiding."

A chorus of delighted gasps and cheers followed, and as they paused for a group photo, the atmosphere turned electric. The photographer yelled, "One, two, three!" and captured the couple sharing a tender, playful kiss right there on the carpet.

Lewis pulled Y/N into a warm embrace, the flashes capturing every bit of their joy. He whispered, "See? We already made the first move."

Y/N's eyes sparkled. "And you sure know how to make an entrance."

Throughout the evening, interviewers peppered them with questions—about their journey from secret glances on set to now, their plans for the future, and even playful teasing about who stole the first kiss. Lewis joked, "I’d say Y/N’s been the mastermind. I’m just lucky to be caught in her web."

At one point, during a quieter moment backstage, Y/N pulled Lewis close. "I was a little scared, you know?" she confessed softly. "Scared of what the world would think."

Lewis brushed a stray hair from her face and smiled reassuringly. "I used to worry about that too. But now, seeing you and knowing we’re in this together... I can’t imagine being anywhere else."

With each passing moment, their affection became the centerpiece of the event. Fans on social media flooded with heart emojis and declarations of joy, while off-camera, the couple found secret moments to cuddle close—a stolen kiss here, a shared laugh there.

As the night drew on and the premiere continued in full swing, Lewis leaned over and whispered, "Next time, I'll steal you away for a private moment right in the middle of the crowd."

Y/N chuckled, resting her head on his shoulder. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

In that dazzling moment on the red carpet, amid a sea of cameras and cheers, they were exactly where they belonged—together, bold, and unapologetically in love.

[the--rebel--fae]

Was wondering if I could get a little something with Angel? A bit angst -> fluff maybe he comes back after a rough fight with val and just starts throwing himself on reader until they get him to talk about it and comfort him by reassuring him that they don’t want him for his body like others do.

Angel doesn’t get enough love on here and I’m done with it😭

Thanks Pookie! Much love!

A/N: Of course you can my dear! I totally agree Angel needs more love! I did it slightly differently but I still incorporated as much of your request as possible. Writing Angel is apparently a lot harder than I thought, but I still loved doing this. I hope you like it!

Pairing: Angel Dust x Reader

TW: A little bit of swearing, angst but then comfort, slightly suggestive--It's Angel Dust that's a given, and small references to abuse.

Word Count: 902

A Hazbin Love

“You know Husk, I knew you were good at creating alcoholic drinks, but,” You took a sip of your coffee and rested a hand on your cheek, enjoying the taste of the rich caffeine as it started to work its way into your system. “This coffee is probably the best I’ve ever had.” 

It was generally pretty quiet in the mornings in the hotel, but you’ve been nursing a rather nasty headache after fighting with your best friend and unfortunately for your heart–crush, Angel Dust

You kept seeing how he was treated by that horrible bastard Valentino day after day; and early this morning after hearing he was going to work, you well… snapped.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as you continued your frantic descent down the stairs of the hotel, almost accidentally knocking over Sir Penitous in the process.

“Angel,” you panted, trying to bring breath back into your lungs. “You need to somehow get out of this. I know he owns your soul, but maybe there’s a way–”

Angel Dust whirled on you. A mix of pain and anger on his face. “What? A way out? Hah, Dollface don’t make me laugh. You think if there was a way I wouldn’t have tried?” He ran a hand through his hair, an action you’ve seen him do many times when he was upset and didn’t know how to process his emotions properly. 

You tried to put a comforting hand on Angel Dust’s arm only to have him bat it away. “Look. (Y/n) You’re looking out for me, I get it. Charlie tried this before and it only made it worse. So back off.” Angel Dust sighs and turns to leave but then pauses and glances back at your hurt expression. “Why do you even give a damn anyway? You’ve always stuck your nose up at my work every time I tried to talk ‘bout it.”

You clicked your teeth and balled your hands into fists. “Hah. You know why I cringe every time you talk about your work? Because I see how it destroys you. Every. Time. I’m not some prude like you want to believe Angel. But I’m your best friend and I care about you dammit!”

“Then stop caring!”

“I can’t! You’re my best friend and–and I’m in love with you!”  

You ran your hands through your hair remembering when you yelled that. The second that was out of your mouth you froze and Angel Dust just walked out the door and didn’t say a word.

“Well, I made it strong just for you kid, after that conversation a few hours ago I can tell you needed it.”

You cringe slightly at the reminder of what happened between you and Angel. “Thanks Husk. I-I just hope he doesn’t hate me. I–” you cringed. “I don’t think I could live with myself if that happened.”

“You really think I’d hate ya toots?” A familiar voice that makes your heart twist sounds out just mere feet from you.

You go and glance at Husk, only to see he already made himself scarce. Sneaky bastard, he probably knew Angel was coming over you think. 

Turning in your seat you let out a small gasp seeing the state that Angel Dust is once again in. A light bruise over his left eye, his fur ruffled in various places, but even still, to you, he looks as handsome as ever.

“I-I just thought with the sudden confession,” You trail off, your voice getting caught in your throat.

Angel Dust walks forward and gently wraps you in a hug. “Yea, that surprised the hell outta me but,” Angel Dust chuckled. “To be honest toots, that confession of yours is the only thing that kept me goin’ today.”

Angel Dust picked you up so you had to wrap your legs around his waist. “Now I’m gonna show you how much that actually meant to me.”

You bit your lip, as much as you really wanted to see where that takes the two of you, you knew that it was Angel’s way of evading and avoiding any real feelings. You pushed off of him gently and shook your head.

“Angel, I don’t want you to just throw yourself at me and think that I just want a physical relationship. If we are to be in a relationship, I want all of you, not just the physical aspect. I want dates, inside jokes, nights of just cuddling together.”

Angel Dust gave a confused look but then his eyes started watering and he plunked down into a nearby chair and put his face in his hands and his shoulders started to shake. The tears flowed freely now. “I-I want that, I truly do but I just…I don’t know how. Thanks to Val all I know is the physical part. I’m just…broken that way.”

At his words, you felt tears prick in your eyes. You walked around to the front of the chair and rested your head in his lap. “Angel, I’m so sorry you have to go through that. It’s not right. That’s why I was so upset this morning. But you’re not broken. No matter what you think. And I’m here for you. Forever and always.”

Angel whipped away his tears and put a hand on your cheek making you look up at him. “You sure (Y/n)?”

You found yourself leaning into his touch. “Positive.”

Hope you enjoyed love! I always love getting the chance to write for Angel Dust, the man needs more love. So feel free to request for more of him anytime!

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