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Ohhhh so I bet itâs no wonder PadmĂŠ probably never questioned anything about Anakin saying his mother had him by herself and that he didnât have a dad. By the time theyâre married and she finds out theyâre gonna have kids and sheâs preemptively filling out family medical history paperwork, she just glosses over the whole âI donât have a dadâ thing Anakin probably told her assuming they can fill it out later when he gets his records, not realizing the two of them were having different conversations because okay yeah, her sister had children without having a partner involved in the process, poor people on Tatooine must apparently have access to that technology too, Shmiâs business is her own and itâs not like they can ask her anymore, logical, logical. Padme âIts one banana, Anakin, how much could it cost? Ten dollars?â Naberrie and Anakin âI didnât pay attention in biology class because that doesnât apply to me and therefore i donât need to know itâ Skywalker
#Anakin in canon does not seem to be Aware⢠of much#Puts very little thought into anything really#Though tbh. Canon Padme ainât much better#padme amidala#anakin skywalker#sola Naberrie#star wars prequels#I had a whole Jedi sex ed comic drafted somewhere thatâs just supposed to be a bunch of jokes#but I think people would take it too seriously#Logically the guy in charge of you should give you the birds and the space bees talk#but what would that look like from the different Jedi#Ki-Adi Mundi is the most chill and qualified person to talk to#Obi-Wan tosses a textbook onto the coffee table and says ââFigure it outââ#All the other masters threaten the padawans on doing their homework or else theyâll make the padawans get the talk from Yoda#Which NOBODY ever wants to hear again#(To be clear. I do think the Jedi had a comprehensive education. like you would have HAD to in order to do what they do#But the thought of a bunch of very confused non-Nautolan padawans getting the talk from Kit Fisto and getting the wrong applicable info#isâ out of contextâ very funny)#ââMaster Windu when Master Fisto said spawning season was coming upâââ#ââNot another word. Weâre getting you different diagrams.ââ#(Like Iâve never been of the opinion that the Jedi were kept in the dark about this or didnât freely discuss it. facts of life are importan#But itâs never not going to be a topic that isnât without the occasional blunders.)#prequel trilogy
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hi friends Iâm tentatively considering moving to a backup blog and carrying over certain threads and characters and starting some fresh things there along with all that hectic business. Iâm trying to figure some things out there atm before I do but if youâd like to follow along and keep writing feel free to leave a like or request the url on this post or in a dm/ask and Iâll go ahead and follow/message you so you know itâs me! i might repost this post a few times for the different time zones and all that jazz aaaaand yeah thatâs all, thanks friends have the best day and take care of yourselves đŚŚđđŠľ
#ooc#word up bird out (all the info)#ooc psa#rp psa#psa#new blog psa#this blog is not going away I promise!
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" đđđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđ, đđ đđđđđđ đđđđ "
đđđđđđđđ!đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđđ â he let his dove soar a little too high for comfort, and now they pay the price . .
nsfw(?) / sixteen + content / gender neutral reader / dead dove do not eat / yandere content / age gap (Soleus is reader's caregiver since they were young, reader is currently an adult) / possessive yandere / body mutilation / caregiver x reader / huge size difference (like his wings are already like 2-3x yours, let that sink in) / manipulation . . . you've been warned.
masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: read the warnings, half completed his intro but I might redo it . . dead dove do not eat, he will only get worse from here !!!
It was cruel, he knew it was cruel . . His fingers touch your featherless wings, now only bone and flesh, he reached out plucking a stray feather off, as he watches you wince in pain . . He hopes that you know, that he didn't intend to do this . .
He loved watching you fly, his little dove . . watching you soar up in the perfect blue sky, that smile that had him enamored . . He loved watching you, he let you be free. You were an uncaged bird, a perfect angel.
Everything about you was perfect, after all, he raised you to be perfect.
He lets out a heavy sigh, his eyes trailing over you, as you cling to himâa voice in the back of your head screamed at you for doing so, yet he was warm, comforting, despite his actions . . he was all you knew, you deserved this and he'd never hurt you without reason . . he surely wouldn't . .âsobs left your throatâhe couldn't tell if it was of pain or the feeling of lossâhis wings wrapping around you protectively, trapping you in a cocoon, a sweet embrace.
He wrapped his large arms around you, his hand reaching to rub small comforting circles on the small of your back, a chorus of "i'm sorry" 's left your mouth, a plethora of pleas for forgiveness leaving your lips in harmony.
He gently lifts your chin, watching as the wingless bones of your wings twitch nervously at his actionsâhe didn't pick the act apart thoughâinstead he shushed you, his voice soft, nurturing as he spoke, "shh . . my lovely dove, it'll be fine, we'll work this through together . . ", his voice numbed the pain, the agony, the feeling of loss, he caused you for a brief moment, and you listened . . your words melting in your throat.
"It's okay . . I'm sorry, you know I'd never hurt you without a reason right?", his words laced with honey, as he plucked the last feather from what's left of your wings, this time, you didn't feel the pain, only a etching feeling of numbness . . as a burning sensation grew in the lower pit of your stomach, any thoughts of protest, bargaining, or running away melting upon hearing his honeyed tone.
"We'll get through this together, my dear . . You made a mistake, mistakes can be corrected, just as flaws can be fixed . . Right?", he asks, and you mumble out a soft 'yes' almost instantly, as he presses your head to his chest, you could feel the soft thumps of his heartbeat, as he kissed your forehead, "Sleep now my dove, we'll fix everything in the morning, like we've always done . . "
@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.
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So idk if I'm requesting in the right place. But I would love a twst scenario with a yuu that just says all their intrusive thoughts. Like just out of NOWHERE, as they reach for a water bottle hanging out with the first years they go.
âI robbed a house back homeâ
Or when Azul tries cornering them with the twins for something they just blankly turn to Floyd going.
âduck off you look like you can't steer a shopping cartâ
But feel free to do it with whoever you want and if you don't want to do mine that's perfectly fine and I hope you have a great day :)
certainly!!
summary: reader who speaks all their impulsive thoughts type of post: headcanons characters: heartslabyul, octavinelle, scarabia, diasomnia additional info: platonic or romantic, reader isn't specified to be yuu, reader is gender neutral author's note: for some reason I had the hardest time thinking up new nonsense, so many of these dialogue lines are from lewis carroll poems, which I have a wonderful nostalgia for. check those out as well!
Ace and Deuce are pretty much used to you saying whatever's at the top of your mind... with no filter
so used to it that it barely even registers with them anymore
whenever it's quiet, they can expect you to come out with some incomprehensible nonsense.
if you didn't, they'd probably ask what's wrong
"I robbed a house back home,"
"Yeah, okay,"
Riddle, on the other hand, gets frustrated alarmingly fast
despite running an entire dorm based on nonsensical rules, he has a low tolerance for outside nonsense
and... well, despite his name, he's not really a fan of riddles
Trey matches your energy immediately
no joke. he doesn't even bat an eye
"I eat plastic,"
"hm. sometimes I eat muffin wrappers,"
honestly, sometimes his tangents get even weirder than yours
Cater probably wasn't listening very closely when you first started going off, or maybe he's just become accustomed to riddles, though the next time you say something he just thinks it's cute
might use your "thoughtful anecdotes" as a caption for his next post
would it be surprising if I were to say Azul is used to randomness?
Floyd has a tendency to say the strangest things out of nowhere, after all, and the sea itself can be a surprising place
he does not, however, appreciate how you keep speaking in tongues when he's trying to have serious business conversations with you
(seriously, how hard can it be to swindle one person?!)
"Please, just talk normally,"
"But the mome raths outgrabe!"
he doesn't know what that means, but it sounds like an insult
...and then will refuse to converse with you again until you're in a "better mood" (in his own words)
Jade, on the other hand, finds you quite fascinating
he keeps a little notepad on him just to jot down the things you say. why? you can't imagine. he just finds it interesting, you suppose
"'Twas brilling..."
"Really? How interesting. Go on,"
Floyd isn't really paying much attention
your funny words amuse him at best and annoy him at worse
if you ever find yourself in a bad place with the octotrio, you can just say something like:
"You look like you can't steer a shopping cart,"
and Floyd will take actual offense to that, and just straight up leave
(much to Azul's dismay)
Kalim adds on right away
and keeps going
and keeps going... and keeps going...
"How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail..."
"Oh, I know! He pours waters on every shining scale,"
at one point Jamil has to pull you aside and beg you not to encourage him
"No promises!" is your answer
Kalim even buys a parrot to add onto the fun
it becomes a three-person (or two-person-and-a-bird?) act
...even if you're not really doing it on purpose
Jamil is who ends up taking care of the parrot while it squawks your old nonsense thoughts, though
he likes the parrot much better than either of you
Malleus will entertain you based on his own curiosity
none of his other human classmates speak in such odd and puzzling words, so he knows it's a "you" thing
might try to solve them if they sound like riddles
but he mostly just thinks they're cute
"O, oysters, come and walk with us,"
"How interesting... I do wonder where you come up with all this,"
Sebek will listen to you because Malleus does, and Silver has enough nonsense to deal with as it is. will definitely fall asleep while you're talking to him
Lilia responds in like terms
meow at him? he'll meow back
in fact, he'll meow at you every time he sees you until you say something else to capture his curiosity
might go ahead and start speaking to you in tongues before you even say anything
he just thinks you're neat!
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#riddle rosehearts x reader#trey clover x reader#cater diamond x reader#ace trappola x reader#deuce spade x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#jade leech x reader#floyd leech x reader#kalim al asim x reader#jamil viper x reader#kinda...#malleus draconia x reader#lilia vanrouge x reader
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#11 k. mccabeâ LUNCH.
content: pussy eating (both receiving), face humping (k receiving) lots of kissing and making out lol, fingering (r receiving), public/beach sex, groping, drinking wine, tattoos, grumpy morning! reader, top!Katie, bottom!reader
warnings: mentions of tattoos, tabloids posting personal info/photos, mentions of a dvd player bc I'm old and still use them
synopsis: A much needed rest day has finally come for you and your girlfriend. She's got everything planned out for you both, from a secret appointment, to a movie date, and finally treating you to a nice lunch on the beach.
requested: yes
word count: 5.6k
!! MINORS DNI!! 18+ CONTENT
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An arm sliding around your waist is what you notice first in your daze of slumber. Your mind still hasnât caught up yet, too focused on how cozy the bed is. But suddenly youâre being pulled to the middle of the mattress, your back hitting a chest as you snuggle into the warmth. You swear you could pass back out even easier now, the new heat source making you even more comfortable. It had been a long night celebrating your anniversary, especially since you both had a game first. Youâd won 4-1 Arsenal, so the girls gladly helped you party the night awayâŚbut today is about doing all the things you werenât free to do alone yesterday.Â
âTime to get up, my darling.â Katieâs voice is always so thick with her accent first thing in the morning. The raspiness always gets to you, and she knows it, too. Sheâs often taken full advantage of your weakness for her morning voice. She loves whispering the dirtiest of things into your ears at the crack of dawn and letting her hands roam across your body, teasing you until youâre begging for her touch. Then sheâll flip it on you, clicking her tongue as she scolds you for running you both late to practice. âWhat am I gonna do with you, pretty girl? Always making us late.â
You turn around in her hold, burying your face into her neck as she starts to rub your back. The early ambiance of the outside world slowly creeps inside, like the birds chirping and cars starting to fill up the streets. You can still smell the body wash she used last night on her skin, taking in a deep breath of it as you exhale in a sleepy sigh, âFive more minutes, please baby.â
âOkay, hun..but only five more. Then we gotta get ready for the day, alright?â Sheâs met with a small snore from between your lips. Already back to being dead to the world in her arms. Her chest shakes with a silent laugh at that, trying not to disturb you before your times up. Katie slowly pulls your head back, resting it on her pillow so she can examine your face. There have been many days where sheâs watched you sleep. Not in a creepy way, but in an endearing way. Sheâd often wake up before you and just admire how beautiful you look while deep in slumber. Youâre like a piece of art lying perfectly in motion, her personal Mona Lisa who stepped out of the painting. Gripping the canvas as you pulled your way to be in the world of the living and took refuge in her heart. Youâve burrowed your way into her soul, carved out a spot there, and made a permanent homeâŚbut she wouldnât have it any other way.Â
She knew youâd be trouble for her the first day you attended practice after signing with Arsenal. Strolling right in with that perfect smile on your dumb gorgeous face, and effectively distracting her for all of warm-ups. Sheâd gone pretty hard on you that first day during drills, taking the frustrations of her attraction out on the pitch. And after all the teasing, slide tackles, and pushes sheâd sent your way, that still didnât stop you from coming over in the locker room and telling her she played well that day. A hand extended to shake hers and that stupid smile appeared back on your face, making her heart almost burst out of her chest (for about the tenth time that day). Katie swears to this day that her brain short-circuited at that moment. You were standing in front of her covered in grass and dirt stains, and she had been the cause of themâŚ.but you still looked like a goddess standing before her, reaching out an olive branch in the shape of your perfectly painted nails.Â
For the first time in her life, Katie McCabe was rendered speechless. Blubbering her mouth silently like a fish out of water before jutting her hand out to take yours. As you shook hands all Katie could concentrate on was how soft your skin was, like an invitation to never let go. You giggled while watching her, âYouâre cute.âÂ
As you slipped away from her, she stood frozen in place, like a deer caught in headlights. You turned at the door before you left, shooting her that paralyzing smile one last time, âSee you on the pitch, McCabeâŚand close your mouth. Wouldnât want our star defender catching any flies now would we?â And just like that you were gone out of the room, leaving her to pick up the pieces of her frontal cortex shattered onto the floor below her.Â
Itâs hard to believe itâs been a little over five years since then, and only four months since the proposal. Youâre both currently living in your little bubble of love. Deciding together to keep the engagement to yourselves for at least two more months. The secrecy of sharing such an exciting and intimate moment from everyone in your lives has been fueling A LOT of sex between the two of you. In the locker room showers, the club meeting room, and numerous bathrooms or broom closets of whatever establishments the two of you have occupied.Â
Katie sighs looking back at the clock, sheâs already let you sleep an extra 10 minutes now. She knows how you are though, especially first thing in the morning. Youâre usually her walking sunshine, radiating light off you everywhere you go. But youâre always her frumpy grump in the morning (as she likes to call you.) A frown and a furrow between your brows settle into your features as your sleepy eyes try to shut at any given moment. Youâve run into many, many walls that way..so Katie came up with a solution a few years back when you started living together: carrying you around like a koala bear until you can walk and function on your own.
Her arms secure you in her grip, hoisting you up as you stay sound asleep in her hold. She starts walking to the bathroom, knowing when she sits you on the counter itâs gonna wake you up. She turns the hot water in the shower on first, letting it warm up as she gets you up enough to hop in with her. The cold marble lights goosebumps across your skin as you jolt alive wakeful, your eyes snapping open to the bright lights above you. Your hips go to lift your thighs off the freezing countertop, but Katieâs hands stop you, pushing you to sit back down. Her hands slip under your shirt as you shiver at the feeling of her ring sliding across your warm skin, leaving a tingly feeling behind in its wake.Â
A kiss graces the pulse point on your neck, Katieâs lips lingering as you start leaning into her more. The soft sucks and nips from her teeth start warming you up slowly. Like a fire brewing in your belly the more she teases you. She leans back for a second to pull you into a searing kiss, her nails digging into the skin of your waist now. Itâs the kind of kiss that takes your breath away, leaves your face red, and panting for some fresh air when you pull apart. Katie pulls back enough to speak against your lips, âTime to get up and shower, sleepyhead.âÂ
Your face drops back into those distinct telltale signs that youâre frustrated. Thatâs made even more apparent by the way you cross your arms over your chest and let a scoff out into her face. Katie just smiles at you, used to your stink of an attitude in the morning after so many years. Honestly, at this point, if you ever woke up this early with a smile on your face sheâd be racing you to the ER for a full workup of your brain. âYou did not kiss me like that JUST so Iâd get in the shower,â you narrow your eyes at her as you say it. âAre you saying I stink, McBabe?â you push her shoulder lightly with a pout on your lips.Â
âOnly your tude, darlingâŚ.but your hair is looking a little doolally,â she says with a grimace on her face. The little smirk at the corner of her mouth gives way to her joking nature underneath though. You open your mouth to say something else all prickly, but she cuts you off with her fingers wiggling across your middle. Then she starts attacking you in flurry of kisses, all over your face as you struggle to get away from her.
âK-Kate! Katie s-stop!â Your hands come up to push at her stomach and chest, loud laughs ripping from your mouth as she relentlessly tickles you on the counter. âPl-Please baby! Ok-Okay! Iâll get in t-the shower!âÂ
She pulls back at that, her infectious grin mirroring your own as she starts taking your clothes off. Leaving little kisses on your body as she concludes stripping you. She reaches for her shorts, but you slap her hand away. âLet me, love. Only fair that I repay the favor.âÂ
Your lips slot onto hers as your hands slip down her toned abdomen and start pulling her sleep shorts down her legs. No time is wasted as you instantly reach back up and take the band of her underwear into your fingertips. You rub the material through your fingers for a second, admiring the softness before they follow the path of her bottoms around her ankles.Â
Then youâre gasping into her mouth as sheâs backing you up into the counter youâd just been plucked off of. The articles of clothing that had taken home around her feet now kicked to the side, ironically right in front of the laundry bin. Her grip on your now bare hips disappears as she pulls away from your makeout. Using her now free hands to pull her sports bra off and toss it somewhere to be picked up later from the floor.Â
She picks you back up, letting you wrap your legs around her waist as she leads you both to the now steaming shower. âIâm making you drive if all the hot waterâs gone.â
Katie lightly slaps your ass as a response. The warm water surrounds you as she closes the door behind you both. She lowers you to stand on your own, hugging your back to her front as you both submerge under the downpour of the showerhead. âIâm always gonna be the one driving anyways darling, we both know that.âÂ
âOh yeah? Says who?âÂ
âSays you miss pro passenger princess! I canât remember one time youâve ever sat in the drivers seat while weâve been togetherâŚunless weâre counting when youâre on my lap while you let meââÂ
âOkay! I get it, I get it!â You turn around and place a hand over her mouth, laughing as you come to terms with your new title. Deciding to tease her back a bit for causing the blush dusting your cheeks, âDonât have to do a play-by-play for me. I know you love those, but leave our sex life out of your pregame rituals- EW KATIE!âÂ
Sheâs the one laughing now, smirking as she flicks her tongue back out at you. âThatâs so gross, babe! My poor hand with your morning breath germs all over it!â
âOh shut up! Acting like that same tongue wasnât shoved inside your cunt less than 12 hours ago and been in your mouth ever since your pretty little eyes peeled open.âÂ
Your mouth shuts closed at that, the red on your cheeks deepening as you hide your face with your hands. âOkay, Iâm not gonna argue with you there,â you breathe out between your fingers. Youâre met with a kiss to the forehead as Katie pulls your hands away, chuckling as you reveal a small frown to her.Â
âTurn around you goober, Iâll wash your hair. We really canât mess around now or weâre gonna be late for our appointment,â she says while reaching for your shampoo.Â
Itâs always so relaxing when she does your hair for you some days. You used to always laugh at first because it reminded you of Charles from Brooklyn99 so badly. She never understood when youâd just burst out giggling like a madman and when sheâd ask youâd just reply, âThe most intimate thing you can do for a lover is wash their hair!âÂ
When you finally got her to agree to watch the show about a year after the shower routine started, she almost choked on her popcorn when she heard him say it. Yeah, she definitely chased you around the house before tackling you to the couch and tickling you as a punishment for making fun of her popcorn hazard. She really does love to use it as her weapon of certain surrenderâŚbecause after five seconds youâre begging for a truce.Â
The hints of apple and honey fill your nostrils as Katieâs fingers massage the cream into your scalp, pulling soft relieved sighs from your lips. She can physically see your body relax into hers at the act. Sheâd never admit it to you, but this really is the most intimate act sheâs ever done with a loverâŚand itâs reserved just for youâ promised forever now.Â
âAll finished, booger!âÂ
You turn around as she starts loading up her loofa, taking it from her grasp as you start doing it for her. It starts out innocentlyâ it really does, okay! But like most things with Katie, they donât stay that way for long. You canât help but fall to your knees as the loofa runs clean water down her body now, the last of the suds swirling down the drain. âWhat are you doing, doll? I told you we canât waste any more time messing around,â her hand comes to rest on the top of your head.
âAnd I told you Iâd repay the favor last night, and I think weâve established I donât like leaving empty promises, baby.â Your hands run up her legs, stopping to run your nails up her inner thighs. The hand on your head turns into fingers in your hair as she lets a growl out, pulling your head up. âStick your tongue out, darling.âÂ
You do as she says, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. Her hand moves more towards the back of your head as she pushes your face into her cunt, her shoulders hitting the cold tiles as she guides your head. Her nipples get hard from the contact off the wall, a shiver running down her spine as you start sucking on her clit. Your hands go up to grab her hips, trying to ground yourself as you get lost in the taste of her.Â
âJust like that, fuck babe.â Sheâs gritting her teeth now, planting her footing before grinding her pussy down onto your mouth. âOpen yourâ fuck! Open your eyes for me, love.â
And Jesus fuck you had to fight the urge to let them roll into the back of your skull when you do. Sheâs staring down at you with those alluring eyes, her long wet hair thrown onto one shoulder, and her abs flexing as she grinds down onto your eager mouth. You moan just at the sight, flicking your tongue on her clit as you let one of your hands come down to replace it. Then you push your tongue inside of her, desperate for a true taste of what you know she has to offer.Â
âPussy drunk arenât you, darling?â she laughs out, holding you completely still as she puts a little more pressure onto your face as she humps into your tongue harder. The water running down her perfectly sculpted body is reflecting off the light coming into the bathroom. A sign of the little time you two really have, the rest of the world carrying on as youâre frozen in the spot between her legs. Your knees are aching and your jaws getting sore, but that bleeds into the background noise as Katie lets out a knee-wobbling moan.Â
Her eyes burn into yours as her legs start to shake around your head, and you start grinding your face back up into her as she comes down. The roll of her hips bumping her clit into your nose in the chaos, more sweet sounds tumbling from her lips. She cums with a groan of your name falling from her lips, the hand in your hair dragging you up her body.
You let your tongue trace its way up her body as she brings you up to meet each otherâs lips in a messy kiss. Tasting herself all over your mouth as she walks back under the main stream of water, you squeal from the chill from the now heatless water. She quickly washes you both up before hurrying from the shower, a new skip in her step for the day.Â
It only takes you both about 15 minutes to get ready, you in a nice flowy sundress that Katie had surprised you with last night in the early a.m. hum of London. Youâd stumbled in all tipsy, horny, but determined to swap your gifts before bed, and by god, you got it done, too. Like did you look at them for 5 seconds and then instantly sit them on the coffee table and fuck for three hours straight around on different surfaces of the house?...The answer would be yes. BUT hey you got the prioritized goal done before going at it like animals and thatâs all that matters in your book.Â
Katie walks into the bathroom where youâre finishing up your makeup, and your eyes almost pop out of your head. Sheâs wearing an outfit that throws you headfirst into ovulation early. There she stood in her tight tan crop top and white flowy pants. The glasses you had gifted her two birthdays ago, a gold necklace with your initial hanging from it, and the gold watch you bought her for your first anniversary to match.
It all comes together to make a delicious sight for your viewing. She comes up behind you, arms bulging as she places her hands beside you on the same countertop youâd made out on earlier. âStop ogling me, weâre gonna be late you perv!âÂ
You roll your eyes at her before finally zipping up your makeup bag. You put on some lipgloss before tucking it in your purse and moving to go put your shoes on. âWear comfy ones, Iâve got a surprise for you at lunch!â she calls out across the room as she sees you approaching the shoe rack on your side of the closet. You give her a questioning look, wondering why youâd need comfy shoes for whatever restaurant sheâs chosenâŚbut nonetheless, you comply. Slipping on some sandals to match your dress, and to show off your matching nails of course (courtesy of being paid for by your girlfriend).Â
You arrive at the tattoo parlour right on time, not a moment to spare. You hop out of the car and rush inside hand in hand with Katie. She leans down to press a kiss to the side of your head after sheâs talked with the man at the front, âYouâre so lucky we werenât late or youâd be in big trouble, missy.âÂ
âYeah, yeah, I know.â you whisper back at her, âbut we werenât, so live a little, babe.âÂ
She just shakes her head at you, following behind the heavily inked man in front of you until he pulls the curtains back to an empty room. He leads you inside and pats the freshly cleaned black leather chair, âAlright whoâs going first?âÂ
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When you leave the shop youâve both got a huge smile on your face, hands intertwined and swinging as you skip to the car. âI canât believe we really did that, Katie!âÂ
âBest believe we did, darling! Now youâre really stuck with me forever,â she pulls you back into her arms. Stopping on the sidewalk to take this moment in with you.Â
âAnd always,â you say barely above a whisper, but itâs enough for just Katie to hear. Your fingertips move as gently as ever as they trace along her ribs, right under her left boob where the fresh ink lays eternally embedded into her skin. Youâd both gotten matching onesâ a cliche I know��� but it was something youâve both wanted for a while. Hers saying, âgo deoâ and yours, âi gconaiâ in the same spot. Itâs a promise to each other thatâs permanently carved into your persons; a pledge of forever and always. As cheesy as it sounds the words hold dear for you both, and the Gaelic spelling gives a deeper connection as well.Â
Katie swears she feels her heart stop beating in her chest as the sounds of the city become nothing but white noise, her body leaning into yours as you share a soft, yet passionate kiss in the busy bustle of the city. You almost donât want to pull apart, but the remembrance of your surprise is what fuels you to break away and start tugging her toward where she parked the car. âCome on, move it McBabe! I heard weâve got a plan for lunch, and Iâm dying to see what youâve got arranged!âÂ
After a 3-and-a-half-hour ride, you finally reach your destination. Sheâs brought you to Priory Beach, the place you went to on your second-anniversary trip. She leads you out to a white tent on the side of the beach, out of the way enough for some privacy between you two. As she leads you closer you feel tears gathering in your eyes at the sight. Thereâs not just a tent, but blankets spread out, too. A mini table is set up full of your favorite picnic foods, a vase with your favorite flowers, two wine glasses, and your favorite red bottle to accompany it. A little fully charged DVD player is under the table, and the movie you two watched on your first date sits right beside it. But the polaroids of you two hanging from the white tull-wrapped arch is what does it for you, and before you know it youâre crying like a baby.Â
Katie pulls you into her arms as she hugs you, a panicked look on your face as she does. âOh lord, Iâm sorry darling! I didnât mean to make you upset or anything-â
âNo! No! I love it!â you pull back quickly, your shiny eyes meeting her terrified ones. âItâs just..no oneâs ever done anything this sweet for me. Itâs a lot to take in, okay!âÂ
She throws her head back and cackles at the realization. âOh yeah? Not even likeâŚoh, I donât know, say getting a matching tattoo?â She teases as she wipes your tears away with her thumbs, now cradling your face in her hands.Â
âShut up! You know what I meant, babe!âÂ
She puts a hand on her chest and acts like sheâs just been shot at close range, âNot even McBabe? Oh, see you are mad at me!â She lets out a dramatic sigh, slumping down onto the blanket as she gets on her knees and takes your hands into hers begging for your forgiveness. You quickly do, laughing at her antics before she pulls you down to sit with her. Itâs a beautiful view to have as you eat. The waves roll in as a backdrop to the movie as it plays. Itâs really all just background music to the endless conversation between you two, the wine keeps flowing, and the hours keep ticking by. But itâs barely been 20 minutes to you both. Too busy drowning out the world around you as you get lost in each otherâs eyes and voices, retelling the best moments of your love story as you reflect on how youâve got to where you are today. âOh, wow! The lights are a beautiful touch!â you gasp as they flick on, lighting up your space as the sun sets before you. The movieâs long been over and the DVD player dead for a while, too. You take a sip from your last glass of wine and lean your head on Katieâs shoulder, taking in the beauty of the scenery that youâre able to see up close and personal right now. The oranges, pinks, and reds reflect off the water. Ripples of incomprehensible vibrant colors all mashing into one to create an unforgettable memory. âShould we take a picture of the sunseâ what are you looking at?â you cut yourself off as you look up at her, the last part of your sentence becoming a whisper. Sheâs just staring at you, with this unreadable expression on her face, itâs truly one youâve never seen before (at least not awake).Â
âYouâre just so beautiful. I wake up every day in awe that itâs me youâve chosen to spend the rest of your life with. I donât know what I ever did to deserve you, but I thank god every night that Iâm holding you to my chest. I get to experience the best parts of life because of you, and Iâll never be able to truly repay you for that, y/nâŚbut thankfully Iâve got the rest of our lifetime together to try.â
You can feel the weight of her words as she speaks them. Thereâs no smile, laugh, or distraction in her voice. Sheâs confessing to you, like a sinner in a catholic church. Spilling the contents of her soul out onto the staircase of your heart, and leaving it there for you to either clean it up or let it soak into the deepest parts of you. So you lean up and press your lips against hers. Katie grabs your face, turning you around as she yanks you onto her lap. Your half-empty wine glass goes flying, landing in the sand beside the blanket as the wine leaks into the ground staining it dark.Â
You want to say something back to her, but your brain is just mush. Itâs like sheâs stolen all the thoughts out of your head and youâre just floating in this bliss called her. Youâre starting to think she was onto something when she said you fried her brain that one day because holy fuck youâre really humping your fianceâs lap on a public beach right now without a care in the world like you two arenât famous athletes. âMmm Katieâ someone could s-see us,â you can barely get it out as she keeps her lips on yours.Â
âThen let them,â she says it so casually into your lips that you almost listen to her, but one of you has to be the responsible one. So you pull back and give her your best kicked-puppy look, a pout dancing on your bottom lip, âPlease, baby. I donât want to end up on the front page of some tabloidâ at least not till Iâm officially Mrs. McBabe.âÂ
She looks at you while biting on her bottom lip, her brows furrowed as she thinks of something deep in thought. You tilt your head at her after a few seconds, placing a hand on her shoulder to check on her. âBaby? Are you okâOH MY Gââ Youâre cut off twice. The first time when she manhandles you into the air. The second one is when she continues to manhandle you between her thighs, resting your back on her chest and a hand over your mouth. âShhh darling! Wouldnât want to ruin my plan now would you?â
You shake your head no, still not able to use your voice. So she slowly moves her hand away from your mouth, and lets it slide up the inside of your thigh. âYour dress is long enough to hide my hand, and you can hide your face in my neck if you want to, okay? I promise no one will see usâ and you nod your head in response.Â
âI need to hear you say it. Is this okay with you, y/n?â Her voice is suddenly stern, a hint of her softness peaking out to wrap around the words in a thin veil.Â
âYes baby, j-just please touch me already! God, Iâve needed you since you kissed my breath away this morning.âÂ
Katie groans into your mouth as she crashes them back together, her fingertips digging into the skin of your upper thighs as they inch up closer to your heat. When they reach your pussy sheâs met with instant wetness and a loud breathy moan from you. A laugh rumbles up in her throat and vibrates your mouth as they stay connected, âNo panties? Fuck baby youâve been needing it bad all day, huh?â
You whine out at her teasing, raising your hips up as you search for her touch. Bucking wildly as your body begs for her fingers. âOkay shhh, shhh. Iâve got you now, love. Calm down,â as her digits run up and down your slit. They collect the unfathomable amount of wetness onto her fingers, your pussy leaking like a hydrant for her. She slides a single finger in first, not wanting to overwhelm you before youâre ready.Â
âAdd another one, please,â you say through a small moan.Â
âOnly cause you asked so sweet,â she smirks back at you. âMy sunshine girl.â
So she slides her finger out and quickly returns with a second one buried inside your cunt. Sheâs fucking you a little faster now, the reluctance from your tight walls finally letting up. Youâre biting your lip, muffled little cries of pleasure audible to Katieâs ears solely.Â
Her other hand finds its way into the top of your dress, popping a hand underneath your bra as she starts groping your breasts. She makes sure she gives them both equal attention, switching out every so often to not overstimulate you. Her lips find shelter on your neck, leaving little pecks when and where she wants. But when you start grinding down onto her fingers, she decides to add another one by surprise this time.Â
It rips a louder moan from your mouth, especially since her thumb is adding to the mix and rubbing circles onto your clit now. Your body wants to squirm away, but youâre stuck between Katieâs legs, being forced into letting the pleasure wreck through your body. âIâm g-gonna cum, baby!â
You feel a smile against your jaw, âYouâre my pretty fucking fiancĂŠ, yeah? I love you so much. I canât wait to marry you, darling. Canât wait to make love to you as my wifeâ my other half.âÂ
 sheâs starting to ramble and itâs going to be your downfall. The feeling of her curling them to hit right into her sweet spot draws you even closer to the edge, âLet it all out, darling. Cum on and give it to me!â
And so you do. Your hand comes around to grip her wrist through your sundress, your nails digging into her skin as you flail around in her hold. Your back arches away from her chest and your toes curl as they kick out in front of you. Your walls squeeze her fingers so tight she has to stop moving them as sheâs biting love marks into your skin, trying to let this orgasm run its course as long as it can. You swear youâve never cum this hardâ positively boneless in her hold.Â
You hiss at the slight sting as she pulls them out of you, immediately bringing them up to her mouth for a detailed cleaning with her tongue. Her eyes roll back at the flavor of you that hits her tastebuds, and sheâs manhandling you onto your back this time. The soft blankets swallow you up as you lay down submerged in them, âWh-what are you doing, K-Katie?â
âI just need to clean you up a bit, baby. Iâll be fast, I promise. Canât have you all messy the whole ride home, now can we?â You shouldâve known at the sight of her smirk right thenâŚthat it was going to be anything but speedy, but alas you have fallen victim to the tongue game of Katie McCabe once again. Your legs thrown open wide, back arched off the ground, hand on her head as it disappears under your dress, and a brand new tabloid with a picture of that exact scene on the front page the next morning. But one detail does stick out enough to add it to the headline..the shiny diamond ring on your finger, only visible from the light off of the set up she made you.Â
âYou canât even tell thatâs us, darling! Itâs too dark, weâre fine. Just gotta deny deny deny,â Katie says like sheâs a genius. A proud smirk on her face as she tries to pry you out from underneath your fortress of the duvet.Â
âTHEY HAVE PHOTOS OF US IN THOSE EXACT OUTFITS ALL OVER THE CITY THAT SAME DAY!â itâs shouted from under your mound of protection..not for youâ but for Katie. If looks could kill sheâd of been dead 10 times before now, all hell breaking loose after you woke up, and not five minutes later youâre getting bombarded with texts of screenshots and links.Â
âOkay your rightâŚthis is serious, baby, I'm sorryâŚSo should we start the onlyfans on our honeymoon? I could retire earââ
âKATIE!â And if that wasnât enough to know you didnât like that joke, then the pillow to the face should definitely get your mood across.
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but thankfully, the wind...
notes: do not ask me how much research i did for this. the answer is that while wikipedia is a helpful source, i wonder if i am missing out on the real info, trenches deep in a 39 page article about fertility and marriage in the heian period...
also this will be multichapter. peace and love on planet earth!
samurai!soshiro hoshina x fem!reader reader throws hands. this is an arranged marriage fic word count: 1364
there was never any room for love in your life. you knew that much. your eventual arranged marriageâbecause it was never a choice, really, it was an inevitabilityâwould always be for political reasons.Â
your family wasnât a particularly powerful oneâyou were the daughter of a dying clan with no male heir, so your father was desperate to find you a good match. to sell you off to the most desperate buyer, youâd say archly, glaring at him. at night, while you listened to the chirping of summer cicadas turn to fall crickets and then to the dull silence of winter, you wished that your fatherâs search for an appropriate marriage candidate would fail, that the matchmaker would find no one.Â
eventually, however, your family would receive a marriage offer from the hoshina clan.Â
the hoshina clan was a name that held great prestigeâits sons were known for their swordsmanship, for a lineage of honorable and noble samurai. but recently, the name seemed to take on a more negative lightârumors of the eldest son, soichiro hoshina, running off to become a lawless ronin and forcing the second son, soshiro hoshina, to take on the mantle of heir.Â
youâd watched as your father celebrated his good luckâhis good luck at finding you a partner. the blight on the hoshina name aside, the prestige of a family of well-known and reputable samurai could be enough to pull your family out of its dying state.Â
but your life, as far as you were concerned, was basically over.Â
you wanted nothing to do with the prestige of anything. what did it matter, that the hoshina clan was of great renown? of course, you knew that youâd never marry for loveâbut even a caged bird dreams of the opportunity of getting to fly on its own, surely. you dreamed of a possibility of marrying for loveâthat youâd meet some nice man that would whisk you away to the countryside, where you could live out the rest of your life.
but youâd be forced to abandon that dream now.Â
and so, while your family and the hoshina clan arranged meetings through the matchmaker, you mourned the end of your life.Â
but for better or for worse, soshiro hoshina⌠was an interesting man.Â
he was very quiet, or thatâs what you thought for the most part, at least. he spoke softly, sharply towards his father, but would smile cautiously towards youâbut in a way where you could tell it was a clear mask, all a part of the facade of the good son, the soon-to-be-wed husband following tradition.Â
his hair was just long enough to be tied back into a small bun, and the kimono he wore was a stark black with the faintest hint of violetâthe kind of dye saved only for royalty, the high nobility. his hakama was that same shade of violet, a clear sign of wealth, in any case.Â
when he deigned to look at you, you found his eyes were a bright scarlet.Â
the first two meetings of your omiai were nothing much of note. soshiro was simply calm, watching you. even when you were given time alone with him, he never made any attempt to touch you, nor to speak. the first time heâd done it, youâd tried to fill the air with words, only for him to just watch you. your face flushed from embarrassment and something like anger, and youâd lifted up your sleeve to hide the wave of emotions crossing your face.Â
youâd never asked to be married to this man. so why wouldnât he speak to you? why did he have to look at you like he pitied you and was upset at this whole fraught affair?
the third meeting was always the one of most importance. it was an implicit agreement to marriageâand despite knowing there was no way your father would have let you say no to the third meeting, you faced it with a sort of irrational upset. it was like standing in front of a precipice that you couldnât back away fromâacknowledging the cliff but still being forced down it.Â
this time, soshiro stood in front of you, his father absent. two katanas were sheathed at his side, their handles interwoven with fine black and golden cord.Â
âmy father suggested that the two of us take our time to be alone today,â soshiro says, looking at your father first, before turning to you. âshall we, then?â
âas if i could say no,â you say, your voice gentle and lilting. you remember your lessonsâwhen you got married, you would be forced to hide your horns, so to speakâyour shame and your anger, jealousy and desperation. the feelings that were utterly unbecoming for youâor so your father and mother would say.Â
you guide soshiro through the halls of your home, guiding him towards the room your father had set aside for the omiaiâit was beautiful, ornate, delicately furnished, of course, with a balcony leading out to a beautiful garden.Â
as you folded your legs to sit down, soshiro remained standing. Â
âi suppose it might shock you,â soshiro says. soshiroâs voice was soft. gentle. âthe marriage offer, and the suddenness of it.âÂ
his eyes flit to the beautiful garden outside. you know the truth of itâitâs beautiful, but itâs a gilded thing, hiding the rot and abandonment underneath. your familyâs legacy in a nutshell, you think bitterly. a collection of power plays and alliances in a desperate attempt to curry favor, to maintain the idea that there was still something good here. as if any of this was worth saving.Â
âit doesnât shock me at all,â you say, trying to keep the bitterness from rising in your voice. âwe all have roles we must play. and mine was always destined to be this.âÂ
âi never wanted to be married,â soshiro says. âthe role of a faithful husband and proper heir was always more emphasized for my brother.âÂ
you laugh archly, delicately, raising yourself to your feet.Â
from within a pocket in your kimonoâs sleeve, you unsheath a beautiful and ornate knife. the gift had been from the hoshina clanâwhen your father had opened the gift, heâd sounded extremely honored to have received itâ something about the knife representing the hoshina clanâs hopes that you would bear for them a son that might become a sword prodigy as well.Â
as you raise the knife to soshiroâs throat, you simply smile. you think it might be an expression unbecoming of a woman of your stationâthe soon-to-be bride of a samurai. soshiroâs eyes simply watch yours. he doesnât even shake, his hands not even moving to the katana sheathed at his side. somehow, that irritates you. does he think so little of you that he wouldnât even raise his sword against you?Â
âi truly do apologize,â you murmur, venom in your voice. âit must be such an inconvenience for you, huh? to be married to the daughter of a dying clan, as the second, disgraced and unwanted son.â you press the knife furtherânot enough to draw blood, but the threat of it, you hoped, conveyed enough.Â
âi didnât have a say in any of this, though,â you say. âwhen your familyâs offer came, all i was told was how honored i should be that the hoshina clan picked me. that my family couldâve picked any other clan, a worse and older samurai that wouldâve wanted me for different reasons.âÂ
soshiroâs gaze fixates on the dagger pointed at his neck, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.Â
you drop the dagger on the ground.
the blade slices into the tatami mats, embedding itself there.Â
âbut of course. i will sympathize with you, for solidarity��s sake. weâre both doing things weâd rather not be doing.â
you walk past him, moving for the door.Â
you raise your hand, touching the corner of the folding screen. you try not to think about how it would feel to punch a hole through it.
âiâll see you for the betrothal ceremony,â you say. you turn to him, and you think you must be the picture-perfect appearance of a vengeful, resentful spirit. âbut donât you dare ever sympathize with me again.â
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â° GOJO rises with the sun which means that heâs almost always up before you. as the birds chirp outside the window and the heater kicks on with its constant hum, satoru takes the seldom moment of peace to watch your sleeping figure. youâve wiggled your way out of his arms, only partly in his hold, lying so that youâre partially facing him on your side but in the process of rolling over onto your back. heâs tempted to close the gap, pull you close and hug you against his chest but you look too comfortable to rouse. the warm, bright rays of sunlight peek through the curtains and cast an angelic glow on half of your face. he canât help it when his hand reaches out, lithe fingers tracing the lines of your jaw, from just beneath your ear all the way down to your chin. your eyelashes flutter against the tops of your cheeks as you begin to stir, smiling upon meeting satoruâs familiar cerulean irises. hand moving up to caress your cheek, he jokes about how lucky you are to wake up to such a handsome face every morning but behind his jesting words and signature smirk, he knows itâs the other way around. heâs the one who hit the jackpot.
â° GETO often finds it difficult to sleep through the entire night which means heâs up while youâre still resting. he doesnât like the thought of disturbing you so, instead of feeling around for his phone or sneaking off to the kitchen, he stays put beside you in bed. your back is facing him, unobstructed by the fabric of a shirt. he reaches out to touch you faintly, just barely making contact with your soft skin. his middle finger hovers, following the curve of your spine from your neck all the way down to the dip of your lower back. for as long as youâre still sleeping, suguru occupies himself by languidly outlining pretty patterns across your back. you wake to his feathery touch, stretching out your arms and legs before rolling over to face him. suguru greets you with a smile, his face framed by thick pieces of hair that escaped his loose bun sometime last night. you tell him good morning through a yawn as you stroke the rogue strands of hair. the both of you spend the rest of your time in bed planning the day ahead while your fingers detangle the ends of his inky hair and his fingers continue to aimlessly draw lines across the blank canvas of your back.
â° YUUJI is a clingy sleeper; thereâs never a morning when you donât wake up to him wrapped around you like a koala bear, serving as a second blanket. you wouldnât be able to move even if you tried, but you donât attempt to leave his arms for a while after you wake. you cherish the warmth he envelops you in. itâs comfortable enough that you can feel yourself slipping back into a restful slumber, but you fight the urge to fall back asleep. the moment you shift as though you plan on getting up from bed, yuujiâs arms tighten around your midsection and he lets out a sleepy groan in protest. stay a little longer, he pleads, the warmth of his breath sending a chill down your spine and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. itâs impossible to say no to him on most occasions but itâs especially difficult with that morning voice of his. so you stay put and let him snuggle into you. you can feel the smile tugging at his lips as he presses light, soft kisses to your neck and shoulders. his affection is distracting and by the time you get a glimpse of the clock, itâs long past the time you had planned on getting up.
â° MEGUMI sleeps peacefully, as though he isnât plagued by a problem in the world. itâs one of the few moments you can be certain heâs free from the stress that seems to follow him during the day. because he looks so tranquil, you canât help but take a few minutes to look at him after you wake up; his pink parted lips and the long, thick lashes that brush the tops of cheeks. dark strands of hair fall over his face and you almost reach out to push them back when his gravelly voice cuts through the serene air. are you going to stare at me all morning? he asks, eyes still shut, words jumbled since his cheek is pressed up against his arm. you smile, telling him that maybe you just might. his eyes are open by now and the sleepy blue orbs meet yours. despite his words, he doesnât mind your lingering gaze. megumi finds comfort in being the subject of your stare; not for some selfish reason like being the only person you look at in such a way, but because he can feel every ounce of love behind your eyes. and so, without any objection, he lets you comb his unruly hair back with your fingers, never once taking his eyes off of you or the warm smile you wear while doing so.
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Can't Help Falling
Pairing: Marcus Acacius x female!princess!reader
Word Count: 1,748
Summary: The more time you spend with the General, the more you fall in love.
Author's Note: I love (and hate for them) the idea that they have to be sneaky all the time and the library is a place of escape for them both so I thought having something a little extra naughty but also sweet would work. The poem I used in this story can be found HERE. You can read more about Catallus if you like. The library I'm referencing is the Ulpian Library and you can find info on it HERE and HERE. I'm pretty sure my timelines are all wonky but we can just pretend it all works out bc yay fanfic! đ
Warnings: it's soft and sweet, semi public sex, fingering, oral (male rec), a lovely poem and a pretty library.
Marcus Acacius Masterlist
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
With silent footsteps you hurry across the stones, passing the Colosseum as it towers above you and blots out the brightest rays of the setting sun. The streets of the city are still very much alive with crowds but as you get nearer to the Forum of Trajan their voices start to fade and the warm breeze carries only the sounds of singing birds.
The Ulpia library is the same as you remember with long columns lining the courtyard and natural light filtering through every open space. There are people walking slowly along the walkways, books in hand and completely oblivious to your presence.
Even now, though youâve spent such time together and watched him train and fight, it still feels like the breath rushes out of you when you see him. He stands taller than everyone around him, and as his dark eyes scan the courtyard, you take the time to enjoy him.
His tunic drapes across his broad shoulders, showing off his arms and legs and the ornamental stripes show off his status as General. He wears nothing on his head today and his curls blow freely in the breeze, giving him a slightly more relaxed look that makes you smile.
He turns and finds you then, standing and staring until you drop your chin under the intensity of his gaze. When you look up again, he smiles and discreetly crooks a finger at you, beckoning.
As you draw closer, he whispers, âyou were staring Princess.â
âAnd you were not?â you shoot back, enjoying how his eyes sparkle with mischief.
Footsteps approach and you grow quiet, feigning interest in the architecture around you. A man passes by and greets the General before his eyes fall on you.
Youâre recognizable even under your cloaked disguise so you quickly turn away and play shy.
It seems to appease the man and he walks off with his book.
âI have not visited this place in too long,â you tell Marcus.
With a quick look around, he gently presses his palm to your lower back and leads you deeper into the library.
âI figured as much,â he answers.
When you enter the main library room the smell of parchment and dust assaults your senses, and you breathe in deeply.
Marcus smiles and takes your hand, leading you to one of the niches where hidden inside there is a bookcase lined with scrolls and books. He plucks one from the collection and continues walking, tucking you both behind one of the floor to ceiling columns.
The bookcases press in on you from both sides and the tight quarters force you closer to him.
âHave you read any poetry by Catallus?â he asks.
âNot much,â you admit.
Anticipation spreads along your tingling skin when his lips meet the shell of your ear and he whispers, ânot muchâŚor not any?â
When you meet his eyes, he has his answer.
âHeâs most known for his words on romance and loveâŚâ
You reach for the book, but he keeps it from you, his smile growing as confusion takes over your expression.
âWe are going to read it here.â
âHere. But MarcusâŚâ
âAnd you are going to read it to me.â
You swallow heavily, but when his palm flattens against your cheek and his warmth spreads along your skin you breathe him in and lean into his touch.
âI would have you laid out on my bed reading each and every night but given our circumstances, this will have to do.â
âJust reading General?â
His jaw clenches and his fingers press into your skin before he drags your mouth up to his. The book is smashed between you when he hauls you closer and kisses you with such urgency it steals your breath.
âOne night very soon you will be mine and I will have you not out in the open with the fear of being caught but in safety where I can hear every sound of pleasure that I draw from these beautiful lips.â
The calloused pad of his thumb runs along your lower lip and his eyes wander over your features.
âStunning,â he whispers.
Your breathing is heavy, and you grab his wrist, steadying yourself.
âMarcus,â you purr. âI fear I no longer care who hears or sees, I need you. Each night is torture.â
Because of the tall niches of bookcases surrounding you, youâre invisible from across the room, but if anyone were to walk down from the other side of the library, you would be exposed.
He bends to kiss you, starting with the corner of your mouth and humming at the contact.
âYou know I could never allow that. I despise even the idea of any other man laying eyes on you.â
He turns you to face the rows of scrolls and reaches around you to open the book, stopping at a specific passage, and then moves your hand to hold it open. His finger points to the title: âCome Live With Me and Be My Love.â
âRead,â he whispers, his breath warm against your ear.
You tongue wets your lips before you start:
âCome live with me, Lesbia, and be my love, And ignore the wagging tongues Of wilted crones and toothless geezers..â
His large hands ran up beneath your tunic, over your hips and across your stomach.
âYou are so soft,â he murmurs into your neck.
Your words stutter and he stops his ministrations.
âPrincess,â he orders.
You continue, willing your voice to stay steady.
âSuns rise and set, rise and set again, But we, when our brief light is blacked, Must sleep forever, and then forever.â
One of his hands smooths down your side and between your thighs. He teases the wetness he finds there, hissing out a curse when you spread your legs wider for him.
You try to focus on the words in front of you, blinking down at the book.
âFocus,â he whispers.
âSo kiss me, Sweet, and kiss me plenty: First a thousand, then a hundred kisses; Then catch your breath and kiss me more: Another thousand, another hundredâŚâ
His lips meet your neck, and at first he presses them softly against your skin then more firmly at your pulse point where he feels the hammering of your heart.
Without any warning he slips a finger inside you and starts to pump it slowly in and out. You groan, needing more and pushing onto his hand.
âQuiet,â he reminds you.
His drags his finger out and teases your clit with small and focused circles.
âKeep reading Princess.â
âI cannot,â you whimper as your hips roll. âI justâŚMarcus, please!â
âYou can,â he says simply and pushes two fingers inside you. âOr we can stop.â
You begin reading again in a tight, stuttering cadence that drives him crazy.
âStill thousands yet till we've lost all count And must begin again, keeping Envious others guessing the sum Of how many kisses much we love.â
You string the words together and although theyâre filled with a soft tenderness it does nothing to quell the heavy feeling of lust that rushes through you.
âTouch yourself,â he demands.
âMarcus,â you gasp and the book slips from your fingers.
With shaky trepidation you reach down between your legs and rub his hand brushing against yours as he pushes his fingers in and out of you.
Your legs shake and you squeeze around his fingers, your cry of pleasure muffled when his free hand covers your mouth.
When your muscles stop trembling, he keeps his fingers buried inside you and stifles his moan with his mouth pressed to your neck.
The library is now completely silent, and you realize you have no idea how loud you had been. Did you whisper each word you read? You were so completely lost in him you had no idea.
He pulls his fingers free, releasing a quiet grunt, and turns you to face him.
His lips meet yours in a desperate kiss and when you reach down to take him in your hand he sucks in a breath.
âPrincess?â he asks, his eyes dark.
âIt is my turn to touch you. Please Marcus.â
As if your name on his lips is his undoing, he releases you and places his palms flat on the bookshelves in front of him.
You drop to your knees, and he trembles.
âRemember, you must be quiet,â you warn with a mischievous grin.
He sucks his teeth when your hand circles around him and gently glides along his hardness. He waits, fingers digging into the wooden shelves and chest heaving, until you wrap your mouth around the tip of him.
Whatever string of words leave his lips are unknown to you and when the first taste of him hits your tongue you moan and take him deeper.
He keeps his eyes locked on you, imprinting the image onto his brain. His hips begin to rock, and he slowly pushes himself deeper, clearing trying to restrain himself.
You roll your tongue and use your hand, pumping and sucking as much of him as you can until heâs groaning a warning above you, the rhythm of his hips stuttering and slowing as he spills down your throat.
When you release him itâs with reluctance and only because he gently takes your arm and drags you up his body. He stares at you and your swollen lips then kisses you hard enough to have your back hitting the bookshelf behind with a thud.
He instantly slides his hand along the curve of your spine in a soothing manner, the only apology he can manage without breaking away.
âYou are spectacular,â he breathes against your lips. âI would keep you here with me forever.â Â Â
âBut I must go,â you say quietly. âMy father will surely know of my absence should I stay any longer.â
He nods and reverently brushes his thumb across your cheek before stepping slowly back.
Youâre nearing the exit of the library when he reaches for your hand and pulls you into a darkened alcove.
âJust one more,â he murmurs, right before he brings his lips to yours.
Itâs soft and sweet and he lingers, not wanting to be the one to pull away.
âA thousand kisses will never be enough,â he whispers against your lips.
You swallow and meet his eyes again, sweeping your fingers through his messy curls.
He presses his hand over yours as you cradle his cheek then brings your knuckles to his lips.
âUntil next time, Princess.â
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mine ; lee minho x reader
original ask: requested by @tattywood. âCan you please do â you're mine. you've always been mine. â with Lee Know? I just know youâll come up with something amazing! đŠś"
pairing: lee minho/reader content info: another pair of star-crossed lovers lol. reader is kissed by a different guy without her permission. possessive sex. unsafe sex. lots of biting and marking and grabbing. word count: 3700 words.
masterlist. part of the valentineâs day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.
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You finally escape.
When the date is over and your supposed boyfriend leaves, you run out the back door. Your parents are distracted, waving goodbye to your boyfriend as he pulls away in his expensive car. They chat between themselves on the front porch of the family estate.Â
âSuch a remarkable young man,â they say. âSo wholesome. So intelligent.â
So rich, is what they really mean. Because he is not wholesome; he is a bully and a bigot at the best of times. He derides anyone he deems beneath him, which is just about everyone. He is also not intelligent, as true depth of intellect is revealed in conduct. Someone that cruel and ignorant is not intelligent. You have engaged in more stimulating discourse with birds.
But he is wealthy. Your parents picked him for you and have been forcing the relationship along, contriving dates without telling you he will be there, inviting him into your home, encouraging his empty and shallow affection. You encourage nothing, sitting stiffly whenever he touches you: an arm slung around your waist, a hand on your lower back, a kiss on the cheek.
Maybe you were naïve to think it would not escalate before its time, that you could bear it cordially until his interest withered and died. Foolish. He is not here for you but your name. He does not care how you feel. He does not care if you want him. He wants the money and connections and power, sharing a bed with your parents through you.
Today he cornered you when you were alone. He backed you into the wall and kissed you. An unwanted kiss is a disgustingly slimy thing, all tongue and teeth and the bad, unfamiliar taste of a vile manâs breath.
Your whole unlived life flashed in your mindâs eye. Every second was irredeemably awful.
So you run. Out the back door, to the garage, weaving around your fatherâs cars. Your old bike is hooked on its rack and you lift it down with some grunting effort. You are dressed for a date, wearing a pristine ivory dress your mother picked, white lace stockings, and delicate flats. It is not the ideal outfit for riding a bike. It is a pretty but flimsy thing. Summer nights are warm but there is a crisp breath on the wind as the sun sets.Â
But if you stop for even a second, even just to change clothes, even just to catch your breath, then you will never get away.Â
You swing onto your bike and escape via the back lane. It is a long ride across town but your adrenaline propels you onward.
It is very obvious when you have crossed into new territory. Across the park trail and over the railroad tracks is a different world. The houses get smaller, more ramshackle, junk piled around the fully abandoned abodes. Even the lived-in homes have old trucks and rusted goods stacked on their lawns. It is a consequence of impoverished anxiety, hoarding in fear of one day having nothing.
Indeed, a very different part of town.Â
Your parents are probably furious they cannot find you, but they will assume you ran to a nearby friendâs house. If they knew where you really were, which friend you went to see, they would surpass furious and venture all the way into horror.Â
But they are far away now.
You feel nothing but relief as the air changes. You know it is the chill of a summer night as the sky turns blue, but it convinces you the air is clearer. You exhale and feel as though you are releasing a breath that you have been holding all day.
Your journey takes you to a familiar yard. You remember the first time you ever visited, standing so small and uncertain on the front steps, waiting for a kiss you actually wanted.
A kiss that never came. Â
You park your bike against the side of the house. You walk up the front steps on shaky legs, weak from speedy riding.  Â
You open the screen door to knock on the inside door. While you wait for an answer, you fiddle with your appearance, adjusting any evidence of wind-swept dishevelment.
Oh, you are so nervous. You were so hellbent on just getting here, you did not register any feeling beyond determination. But now you are standing on this porch in your flimsy white dress, the sun set, the day done. You are doing something you should have done a long, long time ago and suddenly fearing you are far, far too late.Â
No answer comes. You knock again.
Your stomach forms a pit you hope you will eat you whole. Is he ignoring you? No. The windows are shut, the blinds closed. He cannot even see you.
You take a step back. Even with everything sealed shut, you should be able to see a hint of light. The house is small, a single story. There are only so many places he could be.
He isnât home, you realize, first with relief that he is not ignoring you, then with dejection. Of course heâs not home, you tell yourself. What were you even thinking? Silly girl. Riding all the way out here, expecting him to be sitting around and waiting for you. He has a life of his own. He probably doesnât even think about you. Youâre pathetic.
You know you are being a little melodramatic. Your emotions have been running at an extreme all day. They finally become too much to bear. You sit down on the steps and cry.Â
Some time passes. You eventually calm yourself enough to wipe your eyes. You feel the cold more acutely now, wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth.Â
You are not sure what to do now. You refuse to go home, knowing what awaits you.  You have nowhere else to go. Your future is murky, which is still more comforting than the vision of it when your boyfriend forcibly kissed you. Â
You sigh. You know if you wait long enough, your friend will come home and help you. Even if he doesnât want you, even if he can be a bit standoffish at times, he has the warmest heart you know. You met doing volunteer work, in fact. You know he will help you like he would help anyone in need.
It does not mean you do not feel pathetic, curled up and shivering on his porch steps. You are debating a course of action when a truck rolls into the yard with a flash of headlights and a noticeably hiccupping engine. It pulls around the side of the house.
You stand and take tentative steps to follow. You are still and quiet as the rough rumble of the truck comes to a wheezy stop.Â
The driver door flies open. He jumps out, cursing. Your breath catches and all your hypotheticals dissipate in wake of the reality of him.
Lee Minho.
He is wearing his old, dusty leather jacket, something of a signature piece due its reliability. His jeans are torn at the knee, likely a legitimate tear and not a fashion statement, his old work boots a bit scuffed. He is a working man of limited means and nothing functional goes to waste. Â
He is beautiful as ever. Dark hair falls across his forehead and he pushes it back with a forceful rake, the softer pieces fluttering forward again. He has an athletic frame, but delicate features despite his near-perpetual scowl. When he does laugh, it is a hilariously boisterous sound.
He is scowling right now. Cursing to himself as he stomps around the beat-up truck. He wears a carabiner with a bundle of emergency tools, grabbing a miniature flashlight to guide his way. He props open the hood and starts rustling around inside. He curses again, then he puts the light away so he can reach inside with both hands.
You do not mean to startle him. You thought he might have seen you, observant as he is, but apparently the truck has him distracted.
âMinho,â you say.Â
You cannot see him too well in the dark, but you hear the distinctive thud of metal as he undoubtedly smacks his head on the open hood. He curses louder this time.Â
There is a small light on the side of the house. You step towards it at the same time.Â
He is rubbing the back of his head, frowning, but he comes to a total stop when he sees you. His eyes widen ever so slightly, his brows drawn in confusion. He stares intently at you.Â
âHi,â you say.
He just keeps staring.Â
âUm. I was just in the neighbourhood,â you say. âI wanted to see you. I hope youâre doing well.â
He drops his arm and it swings at his side. He continues to stare at you, the furrow in his brow more intense.Â
âRight,â you say. You feel a catch in the back of your throat. Fortunately, you have cried all your tears and will not make a fool of yourself in front of him. More of a fool, that is. You want to say so many things but you cannot think of a single word that suffices.Â
I missed you so much, you think.  I think about you every day. Have you thought about me?
It sounds so clingy and pathetic. Your boyfriend derides such women and their neediness. Minho is not a man like that, though. He has never spoken so disparagingly about someone. You know that, but the words catch nonetheless.Â
You exhale a shaky breath, looking aside at nothing.Â
âIâm sorry,â you finally say. âI probably shouldnât have come here. Itâs been months since we last spoke. I know weâre not really friends anymore. I just had no where else to go and IâŚâ
âYou were crying,â he says.Â
You look at him. His expression has not softened. It is still that same scrutinizing stare. His gaze is intently locked on yours, on eyes that must show the evidence of your crying.Â
You wipe your face quickly, embarrassed. Your gaze lifts when he takes a small step towards you. He reaches for you, as if he means to wipe your eyes himself, but then he catches the sight of his own hand, covered in black grease from the truck.Â
âShit,â he says, and snaps his arm back.Â
âMinho,â you say, your heart fluttering just from the suggestion he was going to touch you. A small touch from him means more than anything.Â
âPrincess,â he says, an old affectionate nickname for you, though he speaks it rather dryly. He is still frowning. âAre you hurt?â
âMaybe,â you say. When he reacts physically, his shoulders stiffening, you quickly add, âNot like that. Emotionally, I mean. I just⌠I think I ran away from home.â
âYou think,â he says flatly.
âWell, I didnât really think it through, to be honest,â you say shyly. âI just⌠I couldnât stay there anymore. You know what theyâre like.âÂ
He flinches as if the memory comes with a strike. You feel embarrassed, remembering too.Â
You and Minho became fast friends through your mutual volunteer efforts. You thought nothing of inviting him to a neighbourhood party at your parentsâ house. He wore his nicest shirt and fresh pants, but as soon as everyone found out where he came from, they wanted nothing to do with him.Â
You are embarrassed to say you did not even notice at first, naively taking politeness for granted. He had to explain it to you, then you saw their two-facedness everywhere and felt horrible.
You stayed on his side of town after that, at least until your parents put their foot down. They didnât want you developing feelings for that kind of boy.  You insisted he was just a friend, even while already in love with him. His biting wit and good heart had you in thrall.Â
You were in denial about your parents being bad people. You wanted to believe they had your best interest at heart. They were just set in their ways. They wanted a good life for you. You told Minho to just give them time. He let you go. They introduced you to your new boyfriend the next day.Â
Minho takes a breath. He shoves his tongue into his cheek, looking pensive. You are thinking of something to say when he nods his head.Â
âYou look cold,â he says frankly. âLetâs go inside.â
You nod, following him to the front steps. He grabs the porch rail and jumps the steps in an effortless swing. You shuffle behind him while he unlocks the door.Â
He says nothing, just nods at you. You follow him through, closing the door while he bends down to unlace his boots. He kicks them to the side while you step softly out of your flats. When you meet each otherâs eyes, you feel a spark.Â
You stood in this very spot a few months ago, almost nose to nose, arguing about your parents and what to do. You knew, deep in your heart, the conversation was not about a mere friendship. You both had stronger feelings, but you were both scared to act on them given your precarious circumstance. He did not want to risk everything while you were indecisive. You wanted to keep everything.Â
You have lived a life of great privilege and you are used to getting everything you want. You have had to confront reality, that you cannot always have everything. Â
So, if you can only have one thing, you want him.Â
He looks at you with the same dark passion as then. Your heart skips beats under his intense gaze.Â
âYouâre here,â he says. Maybe the same memories flicker through his mind. He tips his head, looking at you so closely, like he cannot believe you are real. Â
âYes,â you say softly, clasping your hands in front of you. âIâm here.âÂ
âTo stay,â he says.
âIf youâll have me,â you reply. Your heart is beating so hard, it is a wonder he cannot hear it. Your legs feel even weaker than before, but this time is has nothing to do with bicycles and everything to do with him.Â
He swallows, his throat bobbing. He sniffs and looks aside while idly tugging his jacket. Â
âAnd your boyfriend?â he says, glaring at the far wall.Â
Your heart sinks. It is your turn to swallow.Â
âYou know about that?â you ask.Â
He laughs, not that gleeful sound you know but a sharp cackle. He looks at you incredulously.Â
âOf course I know,â he says. âI donât always stay on my side of the tracks. Sometimes,â he speaks with sarcastic wonder, âI get to repair houses for the pretty rich people.â He huffs, shaking his head. âItâs fine,â he says. âYou should be with someone like that. Heâll give you the house. The car.  I bet your parents love him too.â
âI donât want those things,â you say, bearing his bitterness because you understand what he is feeling. You lift your chin and look him in the eye. âYouâre right, my parents do love him.  But I donât. Heâs shallow and unkind. And youââ Your voice catches. âYou, Lee Minho, are anything but that. You are everything. And I⌠I love you. I always have.â You drop your eyes with this confession, suddenly overwhelmed with the sheer emotion pouring out of his gaze. âI know itâs been a while,â you say. âI donât expect you to have waited for me. I justââ
He laughs again. It is still dry, but not so sharp. You glance at him.Â
âPrincess,â he says. âDonât tell me you seriously think I could just forget about you.â He shakes his head. âItâs like you donât even know me. I should kick you out just for that.â
You realize he is joking, the faintest hint of something warm melting his scowl.Â
âI canât give you that life,â he says seriously.Â
You step towards him, holding his gaze, pouring as much emotion back at him. He exhales, blinking quickly, long lashes fluttering as he looks at you.Â
âI have no idea what weâre gonna do,â you admit. âBut I know I want to figure it out. With you. And no one else.âÂ
He smiles and it makes you smile. Then he reaches for you, but stops when he once more remembers his dirty hands.Â
âShit,â he says again, then takes a step back. âLet me justââ
You take him by the wrist and yank him towards you. He follows your guidance, his breath catching when you plant his hand on your hip. It will leave a big black stain on your perfect white dress, the shape of his hand in a possessive grip on your body.Â
It is more effective than any word. He swoops in and kisses you, his other hand cupping your other hip with the same deliberate possessiveness.  You are certain this horrid little gown will be destroyed and you do not care one bit. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back.Â
âYouâre cruel,â he says between kisses. âTorturing me for so long. I wanted to kill that man. But I thought he made you happyââ
âHe disgusted me,â you say. âHe kissed me without my permission today.â
âWhat.â That stops the kiss and he looks at you with that scowl again. âIâll kill him,â he says without any hesitation.Â
You just laugh a gentle laugh, shaking your head. You twist a longer tuft of his hair around your finger, making his tense shoulders go soft as he leans in.Â
âYou donât have to kill him,â you say. âJust make me forget him.âÂ
Oh, Lee Minho is such an awful tease all the time. Of course he goes back to just staring at you with a contemplative air, making you wriggle and wonder in his arms. You whine his name, trying to kiss him, but he dodges it. Your whimpering makes him laugh, because of course it does.Â
Then he gets very serious. Your heart sends a bolt of heat shooting through your body.  Your thighs press together.Â
He presses his forehead to yours. You gasp when you feel his fingers on your back, the careful slow touch as he tugs your zipper down. The flimsy dress slides off your body as he steps back to look at you. You shiver, gazing back at him. His stare is unflinching as he peels off his jacket and tosses it aside. His hands are already much cleaner, the distinctive print of his palms still plastered to your dress. He wipes the rest on his own shirt then tugs it off and tosses it to the side.Â
He smirks and wiggles two come hither fingers at you, walking backwards. You follow him slowly, then give chase when he cackles and runs. You follow him into the bedroom where he literally sweeps you off your feet.
âAnd you say Iâm cruel,â you tease. Â
He closes the door with a firm snap then leans you against it.Â
âYou are,â he says. He looks down your body while running his fingers through his hair. âYou are.âÂ
Then he gets on his knees, first one while he tugs your panties down, then the other, when he hooks your leg over his shoulder and put his mouth on you. He does not tease anymore, swiftly finding all the ways to make you moan his name. You are scared your leg will buckle under you when he makes you come, but he holds you steady.Â
Then he stands up and cups your face, kissing you deeply, making you taste yourself on his tongue. It is a good kiss, everything a kiss should be, hot and hungry, slow and deep. It makes you tingle with aftershocks, blinking at him with delirious pleasure when he pulls back. Â
Minho can be loud, can be boisterous, can be scathing. He can also speak gently, in such a soft, light rasp. It makes your head spin.  He speaks like that now.  Â
âThis is how it is,â he says, then kisses you again, licks into your mouth. When you moan, he moans back. âI make you sigh,â he says. âI make your pussy wet. I make you come. Just me.â
âYes,â you nod, clinging to him when he carries you to the bed. âYou, Minho.âÂ
He lays you down, kneeling between your open legs. They are still quivering from your orgasm. He looks at you, hungrily, while opening his belt. He rips it out of his jeans and tosses it behind him, then unzips while leaning down to kiss you. He dives past your waiting mouth to kiss your throat, biting marks under your jaw, on your neck, on your tits. You grab his head, hands in his hair, arching your back under his desperate mouth.Â
âYouâre mine,â he says. âYouâve always been mine.â
He holds your hips while thrusting inside you. You imagine his hands leaving a permanent mark, just like that stained dress, a claiming that forever marks you as his. He fucks you so steadily and deeply, holding you possessively, gasping your name and how good you feel while he takes you.Â
âPerfect,â he says in that dreamy voice, rubbing you softly while fucking you hard. It makes you come around his cock, clenching tight, which makes him moan into your mouth.  âMine.â
You wrap your legs around him. You lay chest-against-chest, holding each other. Your nails scratch his back, no doubt leaving your own marks, your whole body littered with his kisses and bites. There is not a single inch of you that is not branded by him.Â
âYes,â you say. âAlways, Minho.â
Saying his name sends him over. He comes inside you, claiming you even there, then stays inside you after while you kiss.Â
You stay in his arms all night, making love and sleeping then making love some more. When the sun rises, you wake to him holding you, stroking your cheek affectionately.Â
He kisses your forehead and you nestle comfortably against him, happy to be home.Â
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Dance, Detective, Dance
Detective!Reader x Police Chief!Eclipse
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Who's ready for some dancing with Police Chief!Eclipse? I had a delightful time writing this darling little fic which was requested by Anonymous. The detective reader must navigate a situation they truly do not want to be in and are ultimately rescued by a very dashing Eclipse. Now, time to hit the dance floor.
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This is not where youâre meant to be.
The candlelight twinkle of the capitol buildingâs chandeliers cast the ballroom floor in gentle, romantic lightning. The marble columns of the great architecture build a grandness to the politics and party tonight. Men, women, human and animatronic alike, flutter around the space in bird-like trillings of socialization. The suits are finely pressed and the gowns are exuberant and shimmering. The large, photo-ready smiles mean nothing to you. Though fellow officers mingle among public workers and rich city members, you stand deliberately away from the conversations in a shady nook against the wall.
You must remind yourself to unfurrow your brow lest you stand with a perpetual scowl on your face for the rest of the night. This should not be mandated as part of your jobâa charity ball, put on by your police precinct no less. Your time is better spent pooling over castfiles and running down streets to locate criminals.Â
You tug at the collar of your formal attire, dark and fitted for a black-tie event. The weight of your gun rests heavily on your hip, hidden beneath your clothes. You wish you could stroke it, hold it in your hands, and count the rounds. The number of bullets inside the clip is branded in your mind, but the routine is grounding. But, your hands lie empty and repeatedly clench.
The night has worn on. This has been your service for the evening. You can excuse yourself on the basis that youâre needed back at your desk to study the recent string of crimes the Celestial Gang conducted. Surely thatâs better spent time than standing here, stuck in fancy clothes that do little to make you more approachable.
The door. Your eyes have been returning to it constantly in the last hour. You could piece together whatâs been eating away at you about the last rival gang slaying. What are the Celestial Gang building up to? Why suddenly strike so hard and fast at enemies? Do they simply have more confidence or is there something moving in the underground, dark and silent as a reaper?
This is enough. Youâre going back to work. You step out of the shadow alcove youâve lurked in all evening. Shoulders hunched as you begin to slip between oblivious attendees of the charity ball, you keep your eyes on the door. Single-mindedly, you weave towards the exit without seeing one face or hearing a voice in the crowdâs babble.
Someone emerges at the top of the grand staircase to the left of the doors. A familiar figure, tall and lithe and adorned in sun rays, descends the steps.
You stop in a crowd. Eyes drawn up, you stare at the police chief.
Eclipse. Youâve never seen him so sleek and sharp in a tuxedo of deep crimson. He fixes his bow tie with deft fingers, his eyes lifting to the crowd as if heâs lost something. His expression is intent, unsatisfied as he searches for the brief moment it takes for his gaze to swiftly land upon you.
Your lips part for an inexplicable reason. To call out to him. To explain why youâre making a beeline for the door. Say hello before you tell him goodbye. You have no answer. No words slip from your lips as he holds your stare as if you were the only person standing in the room.
His canary yellow optics brighten. His hands fall, softly opening in a gesture that seems to invite you closer. The police chief tilts his head. He finishes descending the steps as you push through the crowdânot to escape the ball but to meet him at the foot of the staircase.
He says your name softly in a manner you consider dangerous.
âEclipse,â you greet, though itâs unnatural to say his name while the two of you are very much not alone. Yet, the crowd leaves you two in a pocket of privacy, unaware and unconcerned with a commanding officer and his subordinate.
Music pulls on strings, echoing in the air. Dancers begin to meet and pair behind you on the polished dance floor. Eclipseâs eyes briefly stray to the live music conducting the beginning of a coupleâs dance, but his black pupils return to you.Â
âWhere are you going?â He reaches out and touches the sleeve of your clothes, smoothing down a non-existent wrinkle.Â
âOut,â you answer, almost shoving it between your teeth. âI have work to do.â
His grin tightens like glass crunching in on itself. His fingertips slip further down your arm, trailing carefully over the sleeve thatâs far too stiff for your liking to loosely encircle your wrist. He keeps you in place.
âYou are expected to remain for the entirety of the charity ball; the same as every officer in attendance.â He speaks with the firmness of authority.
You narrow your eyes. He meets you unyieldingly. Your fist clenches just underneath his large, dark hand.
âI need to go over the case files from last week. I canât stand here all night.â You look out over the band playing, accompanying dancers as they step and twirl. The bodies are organized yet chaotic in their colors and energies. A few people are laughing and others are stone-cold serious, focused on the rhythm while others kiss their partner.
âDetective, you can last one night at a social event.â His voice gravels low, almost touching a note of mirth.
His thumb slides down the bones of your hand, caressing your skin softly. A shiver subtly works its way up your spine. You turn back to face him. A stubborn argument crawls upon your lips but you stop short.
The police chief is strangely quiet. No, distracted. His eyes roam up and down your person. You stand frozen under his inspection. You dressed appropriately. He canât fault you for improper attire but you canât unravel the motive for his silence. His expression deepens into something soft. His optic lights dust you gently with his attention.
The strange exchange prompts your study of the police chief. Heâs never been one to slack in his appearance nor fail to dress for the occasion. There is an undeniable charm to how the tuxedo looks on him. His fingertips are soft against the pulse on the inside of your wrist. The deep crimson color compliments his maroon and indigo sun rays.
A beat passes. Eclipse finds your eyes again.
âYou look exquisite, sweetheart.â The note of affection in his tone sends a weakness into your knees.
âIâm not staying,â you say. Eclipse knows better than to charm youâthough you must breathe to regain the feeling in your legs. âEven if I will miss seeing you look so sharp and spiffy.â
âThank you,â his voice is low and gravelly. It echoes him finding you late at night, working at your desk, and walking you halfway to your home. A voice greeting you first thing in the morning with a cup of coffee. A question of concern, wondering if youâve had enough sleep lately.
He holds out his other hand. The hold he has on your wrist is loose, soft and so unlike the coldness of handcuffs youâve experienced before. Youâre reminded again of his relation to the Celestial Gang mob bosses. Though what happened to separate Eclipse from his brothers and lead them down such different paths eludes you. You donât pry. You wonât ask him to give it all up.Â
He is not his brothers.
âSince you must stay here, we can make use of your presence.â His fingers unfurl. His dark digits and silicon palm wait before you. Like an offer of hope. Like an invitation to sneak away, just the two of you. His optics are lower in light. âWonât you dance with me, Detective?â
You stare at the offering. A weak stirring begins within you. You tilt your head back to hold his gaze.
âI canât dance.â You have the bluntness of a hammer. He knows this. He has always known this.
Eclipseâs grin remains unwavering.Â
âIâll lead.â
The music swells to a final jazzed ending. Couples drift apart and shuffle, and others stay perfectly together, waiting for the next song.
This is dangerous. Your hand falls into his. Him leading you deeper onto the dance floor to lose yourselves in the crowd and yet, find all the privacy.Â
âStand on my feet,â he says.
âYouâll regret this,â you warn him gently for his own sake. You fix your shoes upon him, scuffing up the shiny black polish but Eclipse doesnât even glance down. His optics are firmly fastened on your gaze.
He chuckles low within his metaphorical throat. The first twirl begins, and you are perfectly safe upon his footwork. If anyone notices that youâre not truly putting in effort, allowing Eclipse to lead and put in all the moves, no one says anything. No one truly looks at you. All the politicians officers and city workers are engrossed in their dramas. You almost feel as if you were alone with Eclipse.
The music slips over you. The string cords and the waltz rhythm of the instruments tug you both along. Eclipse effortlessly weaves and carries you through the people, his attention tilted down to hold you in his vision while the room spins at the edges. You stare into his optics. Yellow with pinpricks of black. His smile is softening at the edges, his sharp teeth less visible in his focus.
âHow do you know how to dance?â you ask, your interrogation voice coming through full force.
Eclipse tilts his head. A glint in his gaze gives way to something you canât help but find unusual for the police chief.
âPersonal interest and a need to fulfill certain duties a police chief must uphold such as appearing at public events. Especially for an animatronic,â his voice is gravelly.
To be charming and capable in every manner, to have to give even more than a human would in his position. Your hands clench his as he cuts through the space, leading your clasped hands like a wedge through the masses. Your grip tightens upon him. A burn sets in your chest, hot and spitting.
âYou donât have to dance,â you say, âNot with me.â
âI know,â he says softly. His voice lowers. âItâs a shame I donât see you like this more often.â
You grimace as you glance down at yourself. âThese clothes are too stuffy. Who could chase a criminal down in this?â
Eclipseâs smile is poignant as he remarks, âItâs a very good thing youâre not on active duty tonight then.â
A sound between a huff and a growl escapes your mouth. Eclipse twirls you in a motion that leaves your head spinning slowly until you remember to focus on his eyes. His light is constant through the movement of his practiced swaying.Â
You fight the urge to close your eyes and rest your head on his chest. His height gives you the perfect advantage to rest against him. You might be tired. The entire social event has sucked you dry and now youâre stuck in a slow whirl with the police chief. Itâs difficult to remember that you wanted to leave only a few moments ago.
âEclipse, I have to go,â you say over the ringing of the music. Youâre getting distracted. You feel weak, held up by him so tenderly. His hand presses into the small of your back as he shifts you in his arms.Â
âWould it kill you to spend an evening with me, looking so fine, and dancing?â His eyes burn low. You canât look away.
âMaybe.â He doesnât let you loose, so you must grit your teeth and admit, âI dance and wear nice clothes only for you.â
Eclipse grins.Â
âCome on, sweetheart,â he says, and his movements grow stronger.Â
You cling tighter to him. Held flush against his chassis and fine suit, you watch the room twist upon itself. Eclipse draws you in and out, and he carefully stops to gently set you back on your feet. You immediately freeze like a wild animal set in a civilized place. Before you can succumb to your failure of not knowing a single dance, Eclipse takes your hand and lifts your arm above your head. Pressing your shoulder softly, he guides you into a soft spin upon your toes. You almost stumble. He holds you steady.
Then he takes you by the waist, holding you tight as he dips you low. Youâre parallel to the floor, parallel to the police chief's smile as he hovers above you. You both hide below the crowd. The music swells.
His mouth has never been closer. You donât realize how much your chest heaves, your heart alive in your ribcage as if amid a shoot-out, but itâs him. Itâs only him. A smokey-amber scent fills your senses. Heâs so close, and you drown in him.
Eclipse gently lowers himself closer. His optics flash between your eyes and your lips. You breathe out. Your eyelids flutter closeâ
And gunshots ring out.
Your eyes fly open and Eclipseâs optics flare. People scream. The stringed instruments cut off with abrupt notes souring the air. In a blur of a second, Eclipse pulls you back onto your feet. You whirl around, your hand upon your gun and freeing it from its concealed holster.Â
The doors are wide open, held by men in dark attire as more shots ring out, thrumming out of Thompson machine guns. Gleeful criminals stare down at the panicking charity ball. You step forward. Eclipse's hand falls on your shoulder, pulling you back just as a politician in a suit dashes right in front of you. Eclipseâs grip tightens on your collarbone.
The gangsters glance around, lowering their weapons. Screams of panic ring out again but the gunfire stopsâthey have everyoneâs attention.
âEclipse,â you utter. Your finger is careful on the trigger. There are too many civilians. The boldness of crashing a party in the heart of the capital building leaves you seething.
âThe Celestial Gang,â his voice lowers. He knows. You both know.
Henchmen step aside and hold open the doors to the dark, cool night. Dressed in fine suits, sharp and oily as finger-rubbed gold, the mob bosses of the most feared gang in the city step into the ballroom. They hold guns in their hands, gleaming cold and dark. Their eyes, gray and pale, and red and black, cut through the panicking people.Â
Eclipse is half-frozen beside you. He steps forward, placing himself between you and the mob bosses. His brothers.
Your eyes dart around the room. The people have crowded against the far wall. Other officers have drawn their weapons. You glare down the animatronics bearing the themes not unlike the police chief, one of a pale yellow sun, and the other of a dark and silvery moon.
âOh, Moon, I hope weâre not too late to the party,â Sun announces. His fingers stroke the trigger of his gun. His mouth curls sinisterly. âItâs so nice to see all the elites of this rotten city celebrating their charity.â
âLook, brother,â Moon tips his dark hat at you. âWeâre just in time.â
You grit your teeth where you stand, and glare back.
âI think youâre right.â Sun laughs, cold and chilling against the marbled columns. His attention rests on you, hungry with avarice.
Moon lifts his gun into the air and smiles with sharp teeth. He announces, âWe will be stealing the detective for a dance.â
#naff's writing commissions#syzygy in dedication#police chief!eclipse#detective!reader#mob boss!sun#mob boss!moon#enjoy a little dance with your police chief hehe#naff writing
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Being Simon Riley's secretary/help for paperwork cuz that man doesn't give a flying fuck about it and Laswell got tired of it.
BUT...
But Simon gets close to her. So now while she's sitting at his desk, filling reports for him, he's sitting on the chair on the other side of the desk, back towards it as he's leaning back, head on the desk, gossiping.
"and that dumbass rookie thought I didn't know. Can ya believe that?"
"what an idiot" you chuckle as you scribble something.
"right?!"
But the team don't know that. They don't know the extent of this... 'friendship' cuz what is even this to be honest.
Until one day Gaz and Soap storm into Simon's office with Price right behind, tired of their antics and they all freeze.
There on the couch, you sit in a corner with Simon's head on your lap, and a report in your hand. You look at them wide eyed while Simon just keeps rambling.
"but McTavish thought it'd be best to just jump out-"
"I can't believe you're telling her that!!" Soap yells embarrassed.
"see? I told you." Simon simply says.
"hm... I get it now." You simply answer with a nod and you turn back to the report.
"WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!"
So you also gossip with him. He never thought he'd be so interested in what Lisa said about Annie. He can't believe she'd tell Jess about her dating jimmy cuz, what is it even her business-
Simon knows exactly who's fucking who, who's dating out messing around with whom. Knows that sergeant James's wife is entitled and has been using her husband's rank. He'll have to fix that by the way.
You on the other hand know who the barrack bunnies are. The rookie's latest antics against their superiors or even the superior's dirty secrets. (To the limits of classified info on missions)
The thing is, outside of the two of you, you guys are as quiet as a tomb. Not a peep about conversations or gossip. But you always run to each other when something happens. Sometimes text about it in a private chat.
He's like the hawk of the base, watching everything, and you're the little bird, chirping and listening at windows.
So when one day your hear two recruits talk about some money they received in exchange of infos, your focus is caught. You hear as much details as possible glance at the name on their vests, sneak to get more infos from around the base and run to Simon to gossip.
But this time Simon is serious.
"are you sure?" He asks in a tone you rarely hear from him, and never directed at you.
"wha-... Yes, I am... Si-"
"did they saw you?"
"no-"
"heard you? Suspect you? Who else knows? Who did you question?"
"Simon! What's going on?"
"Y/N. Dove. Answer. me." He says, taking a step at every word until you're backed against the desk, forced to almost sit on it and he's leaning over you with both hands on either side of you on the wood surface. So God damn close to you...
You shudder under his gaze and closeness. It ends up creating some kind of immediate response in your brain to snap into submission for him as you answer all his questions in a small voice, eyes never leaving each other's.
He doesn't say anything for a few seconds. And when you finally open your mouth to say something he cuts you.
"good girl. Stay here. Lock the door. Close the blinds."
You don't get to question. He's already out the office and you're clueless. Did you do something wrong? Was it out of line? You starts to walk to the door and lock it as you were told. Closing the blinds and then sitting on the couch. You forgot your paperwork on your desk and he'd get furious if you'd step out to go get them. You sigh.
You grab the throw blanket you were glad to have brought into his office. (He'd often nap in there the week after coming back from a mission)
You end up curled on the couch with the blanket, turning to your phone for some mindless scrolling...
#fanfiction#fanfics#simon ghost riley#fanfic#simon riley#cod mw2#ghost cod#i need a simon in my life#ghost simon riley#simon riley call of duty#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#mw2 ghost
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just a little ramblinâ reminder
i sometimes find myself overthinking and getting really in my head about tumblr rp. whether itâs that I donât feel im good enough for those i write with or just that i feel awfully atrocious at knowing how to befriend and talk to the people I really like here. sometimes it sorta snowballs into me feeling the need to either self sabotage myself and beat myself up mentally before something bad does happen or i get so in my head thinking nobody likes me and im too annoying or overly sensitive/friendly that i donât give others a fair chance. im not quite sure why it happens other than im human and itâs natural to want connection and community and fear being too much or not enough for others. but ig for anyone else going through these rough mental gymnastics; i like you, i think youâre really great, i wanna talk to you and be your friend and hear about your day and your thoughts and your hyper-fixations and your everything in between. it can be hard to find community within the rp community so just know if you feel lonely or anything you can come talk and hang out with me in my dms, my asks, or my discord and we can figure out this odd little life as it comes along.
#ooc#rp stuff#rp community#rp psa#rules and regz (on rp)#word up bird out (all the info)#iâve been having a hard time getting to drafts and finding confidence to write the last few days which has me a little reclusive atm#so this is just a reminder for myself and others to take what you need and leave the rest#rp reminders
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Sylus x Reader - Blurbs
A/n: Sylus is my favorite character, love him to death. Please enjoy!!! đ
Sylus is evil but heâs so good to you (even though you have to beg for more info sometimes)
If he needs to go somewhere like a meeting or a dangerous place, heâll wake you up, tell you where heâs going and have Kieran and Luke bring you whatever he wants
The feeling of Sylusâ hand and lips are one your face. Slowly, your eyes open and you look directly into his dark red pupils.
âGood morning kitten, I have some business to attend to. Iâll be back in the afternoon.â
You cup his cheek and he places his hand over yours, moving his head to plant a kiss on your palm.
âCanât you just stay with me all day?â
His lip quirks upwards and he shakes his head.
âI wish I could sweetheart, but duty calls. I love you.â
âI love you too.â
Even though he can be nice
Heâll still mess with you
If youâre deciding not to sleep over at (one of) his houses, heâll send Mephisto over there
Sylusâ phone buzzes in his pocket as he pulls it out.
âYes kitten?â
âSylus, why is Mephisto over here?â
âMaybe he wanted to visit you?â
You watch as Mephisto perches on your shoulder, tilting its head at your conversation.
âWell, can you take him back? Iâm trying to do something important.â
âI can send you over a meal from a Michelin star restaurant sweetie. Then you wouldnât have to make yourself that important meal youâre trying to make.â
Your eyes widen and you look at the bird. How the hell did Sylus find out so quickly.
âShouldnât you be worried about that important meeting you were telling me about yesterday?â
âYou come first, business is second sweetie.â
You became speechless at his words and decided to hang up afterwards. He simply chuckles to himself and starts to make an order to your apartment.
#requests are open#fluff#requests open#taking requests#reqs open#love and deepspace Sylus#sylus love and deepspace#sylus x reader#sylus x reader fluff#love and deepspace x reader fluff#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace fluff#sylus fluff#lads x reader#lads fluff#lads x reader fluff
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more observations (lost count)â¨
Hello guys! Life's been crazy lately and I barely have time to make any of the master posts I wanted to, so you'll be getting lost of observation posts that I've been collecting in my drafts for the past months. As always, enjoy!
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⨠Sagittarius and Aquarius are so fucking similar. Both of them are chaotic af, love their freedom and think they're smarter than everyone else. People who have both of these in their big 6 have the most unhinged
⨠Libra is WAY more obsessed with perfection than Virgo
⨠Whenever I had Libra or Taurus ASC on my Solar return chart I was lazy AS FUCK. I had no motivation to work whatsoever during those years, all I wanted to do was vibe and enjoy life. I also felt very relaxed and stress-free, when difficulties came I just went with the flow
⨠What is up with Gemini risings and always feeling intellectually insecure all the time? Literally their #1 insecurity is feeling like they are dumb or like theyâre not good enough for highly abstract and intellectual tasks/professions. They come across as someone immature who lacks wisdom or has a superficial/simplistic view of things. I feel like this is because they attract people who are a bit of know-it-alls (Sagittarius DSC) and they have a reputation for being scattered-brained (Pisces 10th house) so people tent to infantilize them a lot.
^^^But let me tell you this not true at all, Gemini risings are some of the most brilliant people Iâve met with so much potential. Their problem is that they allow overthinking to get the best of them and end up doubting themselves 24/7. These are the type of people who have amazing ideas but they never pursue any them. They really struggle making decisions for themselves, they always need to ask for opinions first which is not a bad thing but this makes them come across as incapable or as someone who lacks self-sufficiency
⨠Mercurial signs (Virgo and Gemini) like to focus on concrete things and immediate reality, they process life by connecting one thing at a time and taking info as it comes, they focus on what's going on around them cause Mercury is all about multiplicity and details. With Jupiter signs on the other hand (Sag and Pisces) one thing about them is they don't care about details as long as things make sense as a whole, they see life from a more broad and general perspective, they prefer having a birds eye view of things because Jupiter is all about expansion and therefore it likes to encompass many things at once. This is why Virgo and Gemini rule mundane life themes and immediate reality while Sag and Pisces are more about general life lessons and higher knowledge
⨠Scorpio moons/8th house moons are the definition of an energy vampire fr. They just have a really poor understanding of healthy emotional boundaries, they expect you to give your all but aren't willing to reciprocate and always turn everything into a manipulation or mind game somehow which makes it pretty exhausting to be around them in the long run. Don't get me wrong, most of the ones Iâve met were very and good people but they always end up taking my energy away and make me feel emotionally burnt out
⨠Mercury-Mars aspects have this "it is what it is" mentality and really dislike over complicating things by reading too deep into them. They tend to think things exactly as they seem. This does not mean they're simplistic, on the contrary this makes them surprisingly insightful fast thinkers and are not the type to be easily fooled
⨠I've seen people saying that hard aspects between Mercury-Pluto makes people misunderstand your words. This is not true, this happens with Neptune cause Neptune rules delusion, but Pluto is a very blunt and straightforward planet cause it's all about revealing the dark truths. Mercury-Pluto aspects makes someone very deliberate with their words and they know exactly what to say to make their message stick. You will understand their words exactly how they want you to understand them. What happens with hard aspects is that the native tends to have a more provocative approach in the things they say, they don't care if you're offended by what they say as long as what they say makes an impact. People can misunderstand their intentions because of this, but not their words
⨠The ironic thing about Aquarius placements is that they are very good when it comes to connecting with the masses, the public usually feels very drawn to them because they're very good at appealing to collective values which makes them come across as relatable to many people as a result. However, when you actually try to relate to them or connect one-on-one, you will find yourself with someone that is surprisingly elusive, distant and more distrustful than Scorpio placements which is a huge contrast from the welcoming vibe they give off to the public. I've found that the only way you will get close to an Aquarius placements is on THEIR terms lmao, if they've decided they like you, it'll be them who will approach you and/or make the effort to engage with you
⨠A reocurring thing I've seen with Virgo placements is that they really dislike big changes and prefer to stay in control. I think this is not mentioned often cause it's kinda weird to say that about a mutable sign, but Virgos being mercury+earth ruled they feel comfortable relying on facts, data, observations, etc and they use all this tangible info to navigate reality, that's why they rule daily life and routines because they invest a lot of their energy on factually understanding and categorizing their reality (earth signs in general are very attached to the tangible). Their mutable nature shows in that they easily use their knowledge to adapt, find solutions and fix whatâs wrong but when they are in situations where these "categories" prove to be useless (aka Pisces themes), they get very triggered cause that means they no longer have control of their reality
⨠That being said another reoccurring thing Iâve noticed with Virgo placements is that they love to predict things. But not in a mystical sense itâs more like they enjoy understanding things in such way that theyâre able to easily put a label on them and easily predict whatâs going on or how something works
⨠I have not seen a single Taurus placement who didnât have the most insanely sexy and pleasant voice ever. Doesnât matter if they sing of not, just hearing their voice is so delightful
⨠Aquarius Mercury really believe their opinions are the most ultimate and correct opinions out there. They are certain that their judgment is always 100% objective (aka always true) so in their mind if you slightly disagree with them that means youâre mediocre, dumb or narrow-minded.
⨠There's always a duality in all mutable signs. Sagittarius can be very humorous and optimistic but also very dark and profound. Gemini can be curious and chaotic but also very analytical and logical. Virgo can be picky and perfectionistic but also very permissive and conformist. Pisces can be very compassionate and wise but also very detached and clueless
⨠Neptune does not do well in air houses/signs at all simply because air energy rules (different types of) information and connections, while Neptune is all delusion and confusion. Also air energy is purely cerebral and rational while Neptune appeals to the unconscious
⨠I have not fact-checked this but I feel like it's safe to say that Mars rules testosterone. Testosterone is a hormone associated to violence or impulsive behavior, sex drive, red blood cells (blood), masculinity, etc That's literally all mars
⨠People always talk about how Capricorn moons have had a rough life but I've noticed this is also very true for Sagittarius Moons?? Responsibilities are not imposed on them like Capricorn, in their case they have to build up wisdom about life through pure and raw experience without anyone giving them a heads up or any pointers first, that's why they grow up feeling like they're fully on their own. Things work out for them at the end but they always have most MESSY life experience it's really crazy
⨠Both domicile and afflicted Mars are ambitious and determined but the main difference is that Libra/Taurus/Cancer Mars need to find some type of enjoyment or fulfillment in their goals in order to get motivated while Capricorn/Aries/Scorpio Mars find motivation in the challenge and endure through stuff they don't find pleasant
⨠From what I've seen males with Scorpio placements are very superficial and will gaslight as a lifestyle. They are the type of people who look the other way or brush things off or never takes anything seriously and I've noticed they do this so they never have to take accountability.
⨠Neptune/Pisces energy either gives âglamorous and etherealâ vibes or âweird in an extremely cringe wayâ vibes, thereâs no in-between
⨠A reoccurring thing I've noticed with those who have Chiron in Taurus/2nd house or Chiron-Venus is that they often have dubious morality or double standards because they don't have a solid values
⨠Every single Libra Moon/rising female Iâve met embodied the material girl stereotype. They really have this âinstagram girlâ vibes to them if that makes sense
⨠Those with Sagittarius in the 5th house can actually find a lot of joy and happiness in becoming parents or they have a lot of fun with children
⨠Scorpio Mars can't stand not knowing what's going on around them and at first I thought this was bc they were suspicious/paranoid but then I realized itâs because theyâre just controlling as shit. They come across as very chill and care fee but theyâre actually SUPER controlling dude. Even when they know for sure that they can trust you and youâre doing nothing wrong they still want to keep taps on you and wonât leave you alone. They won't bluntly violate your privacy but will still find ways to always know what you're up to
⨠The resentful and spiteful stereotype associated to Scorpio actually belongs to Leo placements imo. They can be very reactive and childish when you insult their ego and will make it very known that they won't let it go
⨠Cancer North Node people always have some sort of issue or inner conflict with of having kids. They feel drawn to the idea of becoming a parent but deep down they low-key don't? I've also seen many women with this placement who had fertility issues
I have the theory that these natives are conflicted in this topic because they see family as an achievement or a societal expectation (Capricorn south node) so in this life time they have to know what it's like to desire a family for the right reasons and not because they feel like they 'should'
⨠Capricorn risings really are hyper-aware of their public image and how others perceive them. That's why they always end up becoming very popular and respected, cause they know very well where they "stand" publicly so they know how to successfully curate their own reputation. It's not surprising to see this placement a lot in celebrities
⨠Pluto in the 12th house are genuinely unsure of who they can trust which leads to a lot of paranoia and projection. The type to ignore the most obvious red flags but then automatically doubt your loyalty cus you spoke in a suspicious tone
⨠Pisces/12th house placements đ¤ disappearing. Yâall shit on Gemini for ghosting but have you ever met a pisces/12th houser?
⨠Saturn in 5th house people had parents (namely father) who were overly critical of them and their self-expression. Doesnât necessarily mean they were unsupportive of the native but they were quite hard on the nativeâs creativity
⨠I've seen a lot of bullies/mean girls have Aquarius placements. Honorable mentions: virgo, Leo, libra
⨠Neptune-ASC people are really good at making themselves invisible when they want and/or making parts of themselves go completely unnoticed even if they're bluntly obvious. I've noticed they actually get away with a lot cause they have this tendency to not be accurately seen by others if that makes sense
⨠Neurodivergent individuals usually have Mercury harshly aspecting (conjunction, square, opposition and inconjuction) Uranus and Saturn. Said Mercury is more often than not in a water house/sign/degree or in Aries. Of course not everyone with these aspects will be neurodivergent, but it's just a pattern I've seen
⨠Pluto-ASC people most of the times fail to have a lighthearted view towards life. They always want to look beyond the surface of things which doesn't really allow them to enjoy life as it is. They often get a reputation for looking too deep into everything and in turn the Pluto-asc native often sees others as superficial
⨠Virgo risings are huge conformist and wonât go after anything thatâs outside their immediate boundaries. They only make an effort towards things that are accessible and will quickly lose interest in anything that has difficult availability or requires them to go way out of their comfort zone. They're overall pretty self-serving.
⨠I know several people diagnosed with OCD. All of them have Virgo AND 6th house placements, 22º in their big 3, Scorpio Mercury/Moon and Mercury dominance
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Lute x fallen angel! Reader: Fallen
Short fic- tell me what you think! Hope you all enjoy it-!
Summary" lute SHOULD hate you. But. How can she?
HEAVY SPOILERS MENTIONED LIKE AKL OVER(in this like one?) IDK PLEASE. ALL HAZBIN FICS I WRITE ARENT SPOILER FREE UNLESS I STATE THAT IT IS. YOUVE BEEN WARNED
Warning(s): blood/fights, love at first sight, maybe ooc lute? Idk yoy tell me I never wrote her, heartbreak, also from my knowledge? Wing movements(from birds please correct me on the info if I do it wrong I do not own birds) in denial, Adam and his vulgur language
Ngl I love lute-
Lute a cruel sadistic woman. Odd place for a woman in heaven. But given her status as the leader of the executioners. The one who leads the battles against those vile sinners. Who trains the angels picked to fight herself. The woman second in command to Adam himself.
It's a fitting role.
Never in a million years(and she HAS been around for that long. Or so she lost track of such a useless thing) would she? A ruthless exterminator encounter this thing other fully pure angels speak of.
Love
Why would she? Lute is a fighter. A warrior. The one who Adam HIMSELF entrusts his life too. Why would she fall for anyone? She doesn't even know if she CAN feel such a thing.
But as always- Life(or afterlife?) Is full of surprises. She was well aware of a new angel coming in. Recently passed in some horrific accident she doesn't care for the details just knows- need to pick them apart see if their ruthless enough to fight. But the second she went into the room her eyes widden- an odd feeling in her chest as If her heart- her cold heart was heating up.
"Hello~ are you uh Lute?" You asked shyly- which given the situation even the most outgoing would be just as shy. She blinked, glad for the mask to hide the flushed expression - the confusion on it.
Clearing her throat, she nods slowly, ensuring you saw "I am. Welcome to Heaven, " she greeted uncharacteristically polite- gentle. If you were to be mistaken, she ignored the odd look Adam gave her, looking at the name tag, even your name is pretty- she blinked.
What?
She did NOT just think that. She did NOT Find you pretty. Gorgeous. She does NOT notice how your eyes sparkle how friendly your smile is as you both talked. She most certainly doesn't notice how your wings are the single most gorgeous pair she's ever seen. How white it is- signaling how pure you are. How the gold etched into it- putting to shame her grey and black wings- smiling soft behind her mask. How how she wishes to touch the- she stops she will NOT think that
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It became as clear as day to her and anyone else. Lute? Is inlove. And not just anyone. The new angel- the kind soul who? Adam states follows her around like a lost puppy or in Adam's kind words "Hey look. It's lutes bitch!" Oh how she wishes to punch him everytime- hit that smug look off. But she won't. Not yet.
A common tradition in heaven- like the birds in the human realm(maybe a odd similarity she presumed. She doesn't care for the human realm after all) finding a mate, a lover with the most gorgeous wings. It was no surprise you gained such attention
Much to her displeasure.
Grumbling watching as how you yet again were surrounded by angels around you- and ad always rejecting them before that smile she oh so adored. Yet would never state aloud was sent her way- making her scowl darkly(but on the inside? She was warm) quickly making your way to her she noticed how you fidgeted. How red you were "out with it. What is it?" She grumbled out no matter how warm and soft she was on the inside? Her words on the outside could never match. No matter how she wished it
White cleared her vision making her back up scrunching her nose before finally realizing what it was- a feather. Not just any old feather. Your feather "i.. i want you to have it.. I know the meaning bur when I was preening my wings u couldn't help it.. I want you to have my feather" they whispered watching as she gently took the feather.
Silently accepting them courting her with a soft smile. Maybe she can make it a necklace?
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As great as it was up there. There were rules. Easy to forget. Easy to break. But rules nonetheless. Once Adam instructed her to strip a betrayers wings, Lute sighed. Grumbling loudly going to the room. Ignoring the odd almost somber pitiful look Adam gave her. Hiding the feather in her shirt tucked safe near her heart, she hummed, stepping inside fixing her helmet before freezing
"No-"
Her heart dropped paling more then she was already at the bloodied sight
"NO WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!"
She roared storming to your bloodied frame she couldn't help but break her never-ending composure for the first time, kneeling to your side "do you HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS?" She snarled ripping her mask off showing her teary face. Knowing her counter was now a sinner. Her angel was a traitor. A million emotions went through her head glaring down at you with every emotion but the one she should feel.
It wasn't hate.
She ignored her feelings, swallowing it down she ignored the reasoning of what you did. Of what you SAID. putting her mask on, she steeled herself. She was an executioner. A peacemaker. She takes care of the issue. So she pushed you down with her foot grabbing your once gorgeous wings now bloodied gold- in her one hand grabbing her spear she sliced. Ignoring how she was covered in your blood. The deafening screams of pain. Of agony. How you begged for her. She took a sigh taking her mask off giving you the chance to se her one last time. Without the mask. How she stared cold at you.
Before the ground opened up, "lute. Before I go- please I lo-" she cut you off, kicking you in. Closing her eyes as the ground closed. For the first time ever. She fell to her knees, holding the now broken wings sobbing out for a sinner. How was she not a sinner to for showing the regret. Showing the selfishness in this?
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It wasn't long before she saw you again. Traveling down with Adam to meet with Charlie and her girlfriend- to Lute it was a vile relationship. Not because of the sex- no- because of the liar Vaggie is. How that bitch betrayed her kind and then fell for the ruler of hells daughter. She could almost laugh.
Blinking, ignoring the yelling match of Adam and Charlie. Looking out the window, she froze mouth wide open- even though the demons back was turned. No wings but a tail and horns. She knew that laugh. She knew that smell. No matter how different you looked. Eyes soft watching you turn. Even as a demon. You truly are a beautiful creature. She softened her gaze behind her mask before looking away in disgust. Not with you.
But herself.
Lute a angel? Finds a demon attractive. Sure it's you but. Your a demon. A angel and demon together is vile. Disgusting in all sense of the worse.
But even now. She can't help but still long for you. Long for the almost relationship. Frowning, she looked back at Adam, who watched her with a frown. She knew they'd have a talk. Sighing, she followed after him with a deep sigh
She truly wished this outcome was different. How she longs to see you once more. Touching the feather on her chest she sighs
The only way she would be with you. Is if she was fallen as well. What a cruel irony.
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Chapter II : Guilty as Sin
âIf long-suffering propriety is what the want from meâ
They donât know how youâve haunted me so stunningly.â
series masterlist Chapter I
pairing: post prison/ cm:evolution Spencer Reid x BAU AFAB!Reader (I like to think this is where Spencer is during the current seasons.)
summary: an unsub with a taste for couples and power imbalances leads Doctor Spencer Reid not only back into the classroom but down the hypothetical aisle with the BAU's newest Probie for an undercover assignment that may change his life.
genre: slow-burn romance, hurt/comfort, fluffy angsty
cw: age gap (Spencer is in his 40s, reader is 24), a couple y/n's (I'm sorry, I know I'm sick of it too.), fake marriage, hurt/comfort, harsh words and gossip about reader and Spence; info-dumping Spencer; pet names (angel) possibly eventual smut in later parts, female reader she/her pronouns, bad writing! lemme know if I missed anything and as always, lemme know what you think!
note: still third person pov, but this one is more from the readers perspective. Thinking maybe Iâll go back and forth between chapters if you see a quote in purple itâs readers perspective, if the quote is green itâll be Spencerâs đŠľ
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Of course, Penelope did not disappoint, popping a tiny confetti popper at the newlyweds as they made their way out of the conference room and into the bullpen, which felt like an awkward makeshift reception. The rest of the team offered playful congratulations, with Alvez going so far as to wolf-whistle and point out the way the couple's linked hands which in turn earned him a swift knock on the back of the head courtesy of Tara. It felt safe and joyous. Y/N tried to smile, hesitantly dropping Spencerâs hand as she collected her things, the anxiety of being away from these people, from her home and normal life, just starting to settle into her chest.
The flight to Seattle was long. Though Y/N had traveled by jet multiple times, it had never felt so massive as she and Spencer sat at the small table combing through the case file in comfortable silence. So far, three couples had been found dead in their quiet Seattle homes. Of the couples, two of the men had been professors at different colleges in the area while the third was the head of a non-profit organization. The women, were all nearly twenty years young and had worked for their husbands in some way before being married. At each crime scene, the unsub left a calling card of sorts. A feather in the hands of the woman and a beautifully written poetic line alluding to the dangers of an âunrulyâ woman in the hand of the man.
âThese cards are beautiful,â Y/N mused, turning the evidence bag with the delicate stationery over in her hands. âEach line is poetic in nature but not quite right. See, âWise men once said Wild winds are death to the candleâ? And these feathers?â
âI donât think any of these are actual published poems, more like plays at various poets' works. But the feather, by the look of it, it looks like itâs possibly from an albatross. Theyâre seabirds with wingspans that can reach up to nearly ten feet. There are several poems regarding that particular bird. The first one that comes to mind is Samuel Taylor Coleridgeâs âThe Rime of Ancient Mariner,â in which an albatross is wrongfully shot down because a mariner thought it to be a bad omen. In older mythologies, the albatross was seen as good luck, bringing wind to sailors. In the poem, the mariner is forced to wear the lifeless albatross around his neck in place of the traditional cross.â Thereâs an excitement in Spencer that y/n hasnât seen before, the way his eyes light up and his hand flail almost wildly. Itâs endearingâ cute she would almost say.
âItâs not a super common metaphor, but the albatross is also often used in association with guilt or shame,â Spencer continued, sitting back in his chair, eyes looking anywhere but at the woman in front of him. âSome authors use it to symbolize a curseâŚsorry.â He cleared his throat, shaking his head, his curls hanging gently around his face as he dropped his gaze back down to the file on the table.
âNo-no, donât apologize. That was all incredibly fascinating. I knew you are wildly academic, but why exactly do you know all of that about some random bird Iâve never even heard of?â Y/N's tone wasnât teasing or harsh; it was full of genuine sincerity and curiosity, which took Spencer completely by surprise.
âMy mentor⌠when I started at the BAU, he had a thing with birds,â Spencer chuckled, offering a small shrug as his gaze came back to meet hers. âI guess I just really wanted to impress him.â The jet fell back into a comfortable silence, except for the rustling papers, for another hour until Y/N decided sheâd had enough and retreated to the small couch to rest her eyes for a bit.
The drive from the airport to the university was quick. The house theyâd been assigned was cute, small, quaint, but certainly big enough for a professor and their spouse to be comfortable. There was an office for Spencer, a decently sized kitchen, and a living room that opened up to a sweet little patio. Truly, there shouldâve been no complaints. As Y/N entered the bedroom, she frowned, her go-bag in hand as she shuffled around the nicely sized room, sizing up the singular king-sized bed. A knock at the bedroom door pulled her from her thoughts.
Spencer cleared his throat, his eyes falling between the bed and the woman in front of him before nodding. âDonât worry, you can take the master if youâd like. The office has a pullout, and I really donât mind.â
âThatâs ridiculous. You can sleep hereâwe can...â her voice going up an octave as she tried and failed to play it cool. âItâs not a big deal, Spencer. Weâre both adults.â She shrugged, tossing her bag onto the bed and turning to sit at its foot, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Spencer read her like a book, seeing the young woman in front of him in the midst of a battle with herself, her pride and anxiety both fighting for control, though he knew sheâd likely never admit that.
âReally, Iâm okay. Thank you, though. Iâll be in my office if you need me.â He gave her a tight-lipped smile and a little wave before retreating down the hall.
For the next week or so, the duo did their best to make the space feel like a home. What it lacked in size, it surely made up for it in atmosphere. For a state that had a nasty rap for rain and gloom, it was surprisingly peaceful. There hadnât been any rain yet, and the summer sun stayed up well into the night. There were moments where Y/N caught herself thinking that had it not been for work, this would be a really nice life.
When the semester started, they fell into a comfortable routine. During the day, Y/N carried the full course load of a grad student, while Spencer spent most of his time tucked away in his on-campus office, prepping lectures and reviewing assignments. At night, the real work would begin as theyâd sit at their quaint little dining table with a pot of coffee or take-out containers and go over any developments in the case that the team had found back in DC. In the two weeks theyâd been in Seattle, the body count thankfully hadnât gone up.
As the weeks went on, the rumblings of the new âhotâ behavioral psychology professor spread like wildfire. Those rumors were quickly followed by the fact that he was not only married, but his wife was a student. It didn't take long for people to begin connecting the dots. With every professor calling out her name and immediately sizing her up, the other students caught on fast. Of course, after that, y/n became hyper aware the way almost everyone looked at her and the whispers from professors and students alike that she was âthe girl,â the reason Doctor Reid had to move out west. Sheâd expected it from the students; it was incredible gossip that she herself wouldâve eaten up back in her first round of university. What she hadnât expected were the comments made by her partner's new colleagues, whispers usually a little too loud as sheâd make her way into a room.
âShe really should be ashamed of herself. You know, I heard he only married her to minimize the scandal. I bet heâs miserable.â
On a normal day, the comment wouldâve rolled right off her back, sheâd file it away with the rest of the case's details. Maybe she was overtired just exhausted from the workload of simultaneously playing a grad student and an FBI agent, but today, she let the words seep beneath her skin, poisoning her mind. She hadnât stayed for the class, instead turning on her heels, tears threatening to roll down her cheeks as she made her way back to the house. She felt absolutely ridiculous, letting her emotions consume her this way. The words werenât true, nothing about her current life or situation was true, so why did it hurt so much hearing that people thought Spencer was miserable beside her?
Am I allowed to cry?
When she entered the house, she crumbled against the door, the tears freely flowing as she allowed herself to fall apart in the privacy of the home that was supposed to be empty.
âY/N?â Spencer called, his footsteps echoing against the hardwood floors as he made his way down the hall. âWhatâre you doing here? Arenât you supposed to be in class?â He froze at the end of the hall, taking in the crumpled form of his pseudo-wife. âW-what happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?â The words came rushing out as he sunk to his knees in front of her, his hands hesitantly reaching out to cup her cheeks, his thumb trying to brush the tears away as quickly as they fell.
âI-Iâm fine... You-you werenât supposed to see this,â she sniffed, trying to pull away, to hide her face in her sweater, but Spencer wouldnât let that happen. His hand staying planted firmly on her cheek, keeping her in place. âYouâre supposed to be in your office...â she said, practically whimpering as another round of tears betrayed her.
âI came home to grab a book and a bite to eat... angel, whatâs going on?â
âItâs sillyâno, itâs stupid, and I shouldnât even care, and none of this is real, and IâI...â She caught herself, her breaths coming short and quick, but Spencer didnât move. He sat, patiently waiting for her to continue. âI know that itâs a story, that I am not really your wife, that you were never really my professor, and that six months ago you didnât even know who I was.â Finally, she took a deep breath, her hand slowly taking his from her cheek and holding it in both of hers in her lap. âBut itâs so awful, Spence... Iâm just so tired of hearing how Iâve ruined your life, that Iâm using you, that...â The last words caught in her throat as another silent sob racked through her body. â...that youâre miserable.â
âHey, hey, hey. Do I look miserable? No, I donât think I do and if I do, I sincerely apologize, I think it just may be my resting face.â his voice dripped the kind of sincerity that made Y/Nâs heart flutter, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lip. âYouâve got a good face Spencer, not too miserableâŚâ
Spencer chuckled, taking the compliment with a little nod, as he offered her hand a small squeeze. âIâm sorry, youâre going through this seemingly alone, and if it would make you feel any better I can have a conversation with the other professors⌠and though Iâve never been in your exact position, I do remember what it was like to constantly be torn down by everyone around you. Youâre allowed to cry, angel, allowed to feel all of the things youâre currently feeling. And while I might only be your temporary husband, I did sign that paper, and I do promise to take care of you and make you smile and protect you from every awful thing I canât control outside that door. Okay?â
She nodded, her gaze falling to their joined hands in her lap as the last of her tears stained her now rosy cheeks.
âIâm going to need a verbal response, angel.â His tone shifted; it wasnât quite as delicate or gentle as his previous vows had been, but it was just stern enough to draw her gaze back up to his.
Without ever touching his skin, how can I be guilty as sin?
âY-yes. Okay.â With another nod, she took her hand from his, dragging it down her dampened cheeks. âIâm sorry about all this.â She offered him a small smile and a shrug. âI swear Iâm not usually like thisââ
âStop it. There is nothing to be sorry about.â He rose to his feet, his hand immediately reaching out to help his partner up. âNow come on, Iâve got classes to cancel, and weâve gotta get you cleaned up. I think we deserve to take the rest of the day off.â
âDoctor Spencer Reid, are youâare you proposing we play hooky this afternoon?â Y/N clutched her metaphorical pearls, mock shock consuming her features. Spencer rolled his eyes, a genuine chuckle passing his lips as he shook his head.
âWhat can I say, weâve been hereâwhat, going on three weeks? I think we deserve to see the sights. And besides, how else am I gonna show the world just how miserable I am by your side?â He teased, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the side of her head. âNow come on, seriously, up, moving. Letâs go, Iâm taking you out.â
âIf itâs make-believe, why does it feel like a vow weâll both uphold somehow?â
Chapter III: So High School
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